Chapter 3

I had no desire to dwell on the activities I witnessed in Sharon's room. As far as I was concerned, this place was out of control. Deb, however, would not abide by my suggestion to find another place. She insisted this apartment perfectly suited her needs, despite my plea for her reconsideration.

I occupied myself, instead, with unpacking her things, arranging her knickknacks and adding a personal touch where required. It was unsettling, to say the least, that my daughter rejected my opinion. I realized she was no longer my little girl, but respect for my feelings would have been refreshing.

A knock sounded at the door a while later. A completely dressed Sharon appeared, happy to see Deb. They embraced and shared a delighted giggle. "I was wondering when you were going to arrive."

"Actually we've been here since two," Deb told her.

"Oh." Her cheeks turned red as she alternated her gaze between the two of us. After enduring her rather descriptive vocabulary, I was astounded by her capacity to freely blush. "Then you heard Steve and me."

"It was no big deal," Deb announced without glancing in my direction. "We were busy, organizing things."

Before I was able to add a word, Steve materialized at Sharon's side. Our eyes locked. My composure faltered. It startled me to see him soon after watching him burying himself in Sharon's cunt.

Sharon was compelled to introduce us. "Steve, this is Deb's mother-Bev, I believe."

I nodded at him, riddled with anxiety. Now it was my turn to feel the flare of embarrassment touch my face. If shrinking to midget size and hiding under the table-away from that rebellious gaze-were possible, I wouldn't have wasted a second. Instead, I was subjected to those scalding pupils trained on me.

"Nice to meet you, Bev." Steve winked at me. My tits, it appeared, seemed to be his main draw. He didn't bother concealing his appetite for them.

"You certainly have a young-looking mom, Deb," Sharon said. "Mine is a hag in comparison."

"Mom knows how to take care of herself," Deb explained. "Besides, she's not even forty."

Sharon was visibly impressed. "Wow. It must be great having a mom who's vibrant and gorgeous."

"Thanks," I said, forcing a smile. If Steve weren't around, that would have been an exhilarating compliment; instead, he made me nervous.

"Will you be staying until tomorrow?" Sharon inquired.

"I might leave early Monday morning, depending on how much we get accomplished. I offered to help Deb clean this place."

"Great. Then you can attend a party with us tonight."

"Party?" I echoed.

"Nobody has to know you're Deb's mom. As far as I'm concerned, you'll pass off as another student. I'll be a blast."

Deb put her arm around me. "She'll be delighted."

Attending a party with all those sex-hungry young men wasn't quite the evening I had planned. Enduring those heart-stopping seconds at Sharon's door, watching Steve fuck her senselessly, had been enough excitement to last me the weekend. "I don't know. You ought to be with your friends."

"I'll persuade her," Deb promised. "Just give us the address and time."

"Yes, Bev," Steve mentioned in a low, husky voice, "we wouldn't want you to miss out. There'll be plenty of men around."

If my face had totally flamed, it wouldn't have surprised me. I prayed he wouldn't disclose my spying on him and Sharon to anyone-particularly Deb. "My daughter knows exactly how to sweet talk me into just about anything."

A flicker of an idea appeared to dawn in his eyes; auspiciously, Steve kept it confidential. I could just picture what had occurred in his sex-exclusive brain.

"Here," Sharon said, scribbling instructions on a piece of paper. "Directions and phone number. Give us a knock if you want a ride; I should be next door."

"Yes," Steve muttered, addressing me, "just knock. Anytime." With the girls behind him, he boldly furnished me a second wink. The expression attached to the gesture made his comment more beguiling, as though volunteering himself for service.

After they left, I couldn't refrain from blurting, "How can I possibly show up at that party? I didn't bring a single, suitable thing to wear."

"Are you forgetting we share the same size?" Deb prompted. "I'm sure I have something that will make you look fabulous. Other than a T-shirt, of course; what hangs on me, you stretch out."

I peered down my front. My hugely jutting breasts didn't like to be fully enclosed. "Yes. They have been the sole problem when sharing clothes."

Deb waved her hand. "If we throw it in the wash, it shrinks right back. Come on, Mom. It'll be fun."

I couldn't resist that adorable face. "All right. I'll stay for a while. But the moment I feel like extra baggage, I'm out of there."

Deb's selection for evening wear raised my brow. "Neon-pink spandex pants? When, may I ask, did you purchase these?"

Deb was all giggles. "I didn't buy them for myself, Mom. They were suppose to be for your birthday, but I forgot to wrap them and they landed in my drawer. I accidentally packed them." She reached into her closet and produced a pair of matching six-inch spike heels. "Now you're ready."

My attempt to level a withering look failed; I, too, saw mirth in the situation. "When and for whom would I model these? Don't answer. Jesus, Deb, I can't leave your apartment looking like 'Hot Mama Goes To Town'. "

"Put them on, please. I want to check you out."

Her encouragement spurred me on. I had absolutely no intention of resembling some slut turning tricks in a parking lot, but I proceeded-if only for grins. After we laughed ourselves silly, I intended to don something less flamboyant. The spandex pants fit me like a second skin, hugging my thighs, hips and calves with a seductive pinch. Stepping into the spike heels accentuated the glamour of the outfit. A silk blouse with a low front completed my sassy appearance.

With a hand anchored on my hip, I posed before the full-length mirror. "Deb, you have got to be kidding."

"You look hot, Mom," she whistled. "Really hot."

"If Bill saw me in this, he'd have a stroke. Jesus." I whipped my brunette hair back, brushing it off my shoulders, then arched my back. My tits nearly poured out of that blouse, my nipples threatening to pop from confinement. Since I'd put on my makeup prior to dressing, I consummated my siren image.

The ravages of time-if any had existed-were erased by this ensemble. Deb and I could accurately be described as sisters, given the erotic youthfulness I projected.

"I think you ought to wear it," Deb prodded. "It's perfect on you."

"Not a chance. I'd feel like a vamp."

Deb made a face. "What's that?"

"Don't date me with your questions. Take my word for it-this look is out."

Before I could peel it from my aroused body, there was a knock at the door. Deb was quick to answer it. The sound of Sharon and Steve's voices as they were ushered inside knocked the wind out of me. Oh, God!

"We thought we'd ask if you still wanted a lift, so we-hey, check out Bev," Sharon declared. "Wow! Hot stuff. Don't you agree, Steve?"

I caught his pleased reaction through the mirror. "Oh, yeah." He scanned me, from top to bottom, raw desire filtering through his rugged expression.

"Very much."

His low, manly tone sent chills through me, leaving a perpetuating tingle. I remembered his groan as he crammed that big cock of his into Sharon, as well as the stimulating sight of that monster dripping with her abundant juices when he withdrew. Ohhhhhhhh. I nearly rocked on my spikes, dwelling on those scorching visuals.

"Well, I'm ready," Deb announced, in her mini skirt and halter top. Since she wasn't as well-endowed, her tits managed to stay in place. If my apparel didn't dominate the senses, she would have had a good shot at securing most of the attention. "What do you say, Mom?"

"You look stunning," Sharon proclaimed. "If I were you, I wouldn't change a thing."

I know that, doll, I wanted to inform her; her aspirations were in the public domain. Imitating Sharon was the least of my worries; I had to contend with Steve's hungry eyes. If a face reflected a person's thought, the man was totally ravenous. I was caught in the middle: should I disappoint everyone and slip into something less inflammatory, or should I take my chances?

"Come on, Bev," he said, casting his vote, "let's go. You'll be the hottest babe there."

Exactly the distinction I wished to achieve, I thought with a sigh. Slowly, I whirled until my busomy front was revealed to them. "Very well. Take us there."

The drive to the party was tension-filled. I caught Steve repeatedly glancing in the rearview mirror, grinning at me. He was quite public about the erotic message I effortlessly promoted. I squirmed in my seat, trying to duck from his frequent gaze; in the back seat of a Volkswagen, that proved to be an insane struggle. After a moment, I submitted to his laser intensity, reconciling myself to my predicament. If Steve chose to torment me, I would do my best to suffer through it.

Deb and Sharon took to bantering, ignoring the signals Steve and I exchanged. Their girlish repartee precluded the lustful ideas we fed each other. "Did you hear about Mary Jane Benton? She just got engaged to Tom Hendricks."

"Are you serious?" Deb was in awe.

"Totally. Mary Jane's been addressing Tom's mother as Mrs. Hendricks from day one, demonstrating her respect for the family name. The Hendricks are synonymous with publishing. I read several of their monthly magazines, even if they are regional. Mrs. Hendrick happens to be one of those social matrons, involved in every charity function known to man. Well, the second after Tom slipped the ring on Mary Jane's finger, she planted a big, fat kiss on Mrs. Hendricks' face and called her, 'Mommy.'"

"God! The little gold digger."

I tried to become involved in the discussion, but was distracted by Steve's fierce expression. The directive, "Want to fuck?" was clearly transferred. As much as I wanted to admit to myself it was absolute nonsense, my damp pussy informed me otherwise. I experienced a sizzling tickle that was dispatched to every nerve ending. My nipples further betrayed me; they swelled right through my blouse, leaving meaningful outlines Steve smoothly recognized.

He made no attempt to enter the conversation, preferring silence and that mouth-watering gaze to the giddy mockery.

"Don't you think that's funny, Mom?" Deb asked.

I was caught digressing. "What."

"About Mary Jane."

I couldn't, for the life of me, recollect the story. "Of course."

Deb, suspicious, looked at me more closely. Before she could launch a second question, Sharon announced, "We're here."

The party was held at someone's house, obviously rented. Beer cans were strewn across the lawn. Music screamed from the open windows, obliterating an infinite number of conversations. Deb and Sharon were geared for flirting.

"Remember, Deb," I dutifully reminded. "No drinking. You're not of legal age."

"Thanks for reminding me, Mom, even though I wasn't planning to."

"Keep everyone in line, Bev," Sharon recommended. "You're our celebrated chaperon."

"Ha. Sounds more like Honorary Den Mother," I quipped.

A glance at Steve told me I wasn't seen in that light-not by a mile.

Once inside, we quickly separated. I made every attempt to remain glued to Deb, but she and Sharon were insistent about visiting with their friends. I gave up shortly thereafter and fetched myself a drink. Cheap wine and beer were available at the refreshment table. I poured myself a glass of Chablis, wrinkling my nose at its smell. These young people didn't know the first thing about culture.

I surveyed the room. Bodies were smashed against each other, some with calculated positioning. Very short skirts were common; Deb's was not nearly as high. I saw a few shapely butts that actually made me redden. Those girls were within a fraction of showing pubic hair.

I made little attempt to mingle with the crowd. I did, however, indulge myself with the wine. A few sips later, I was feeling less pain. My anxieties receded. The throb of the music, the faces and the bodies took on new meaning.

Just as I turned, I saw Kevin Peters-that arrogant attendant I had encountered at the gas station. What were the odds of him receiving an invitation to this party? I tried to blend in with the scenery, but I was much too slow. Kevin zeroed in on my bewildered look faster than I could camouflage myself. He quickly made his way over to me before I could shake him.

"So, the lady-likes pink," he said in my ear, above the din. "I figured as much."

I wasn't going to bother setting him straight. Let him think what he wished. "What are you doing here?"

"I got invited-just like you." He gestured to my drink. "Want another?"

I was going to decline his offer at first, but if dispatching him gave me time to hide, I was game. "Sure. The table is over there." I pointed to a distant corner of the room.

He grinned at me. "Be right back."

Kevin's manly vibrations were more than I could take. If I remained in his company, who knows what would have happened. I didn't trust myself. He represented fast, guilt-free sex-the kind I enjoyed when I was much younger. Now that I was on serious terms with Bill, I didn't need that kind of complication.

No sooner did I dodge him, but I ran right into Steve. He seized me by the wrist and dragged me toward a closet.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, loud enough to be heard above the racket.

Steve couldn't be bothered with my protestations, no matter how physical they were.

"You've been eluding me all night. I only want to talk to you."

"I'll bet."

"Don't flatter yourself, baby. I can have just about any chick in this room-including your daughter."

That got my goat. I was ready to let him have it. The sobriety of his face, however, gave me pause. Steve had the attitude and apparatus to make his claim valid. If Deb were given reason to believe that Steve's charms-or those of any well-equipped stud, for that matter-could be had, she would be just another notch on their bedposts. She'd learn a painful lesson, despite anything I could conceivably tell her, by giving him her virginity.

With this in mind, I ceased my struggles. I willingly entered the closet with him. My compliance was viewed as a sign of excitement. I read his surprise, just before we closed the door; he hadn't expected me to abandon my fight.

"What could you possibly have to say?" I asked, shoving my tits against his chest, staggering his senses. Was he prepared for their firmness, their promise of ecstasy? "Are you going to tell your girlfriend that you've been hitting on me since the moment we met?"

He regained his confidence seconds later. His grin clicked back into place, while his hand smoothed the small of my back, then drifted lower. I felt his fingers effect a stimulating massage, delving between my legs after pinching my ass. "Should I tell Deb her mom is a peeping Tom?"

I was singed by his comment, then sprang to my defense. "You were guilty of disturbing the peace. My God-going at it like that, without a care in the world. Did you think others wouldn't hear and try to urge you to pipe down?"

"I liked that you were listening-and watching, baby." He shoved his crotch against my mound. Ohhhhhhhhh. His cock was rock-hard, nearly bursting out of his pants. "Feel that? I've had a fucking hard-on for you the moment we locked eyes. Oh, yeah. My dick got so stiff when I saw you peeking at us. Why didn't you come in, baby? Sharon wouldn't have minded. I would have fucked you for a while, then her. As you know, I have plenty to spare."

I shivered as he stroked me with that throbbing bulge. Ohhhhhhhhh. He cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him, exposing me to its size and heat. Ohhhhhhh. I didn't want to impart my receptivity to the joy he kindled, but my soft gasps betrayed me. Some light filtered through the closet, illuminating my highly aroused features. My nipples swelled beneath my blouse, straining the fabric. I felt his warm breath on my face; combined with the rush his groping afforded, I saw the collapse of my defense system. "Oh God. Ohhhhhhhhhh."

His mouth covered mine. Instinct took over. I let his tongue in, purring as he sought my fiery tip. He brooked no teasing, swiftly pinning it, then administering a eroding wiggle. I was immediately subdued by the flurry of tingles.

"You're definitely hot," he said, detaching his mouth. "There's no mistaking it. I could tell the second we met."

I shivered in his embrace, intoxicated by the wild pulsations in his pants. The spandex material afforded me little protection; I encountered every swollen inch he ground into me. Functioning under such unwavering pleasure confirmed the impossible. He evoked desires I could not refute. When I tried to move away from him, he slammed the outline of his stiff cock into my crotch, intercepting. Ohhhhhhhh.

I stroked the hard muscles in his thighs with my long, painted nails. I had a whispery touch. My lips were parted, moistened by my tongue. Strands of hair blew into my eyes. I moaned. , "You want it, don't you?" he muttered.

"Yes."

He pressed himself into my soft center. "You know it'll be good. Jesus-I want to know what it's like to be inside your pussy. Imagine that big cock smashed in your juicy cunthole. What a turn-on."

I ran my eyes over his body and liked what I saw. Steve filled out a T-shirt nicely: the muscular definition of his chest was spectacular. His thighs' were trim yet solid. My first impression of him was that of a beach ass, with his red hair and rugged looks. It was obvious why he never had a problem getting pussy. Steve was definitely all man-yet he wasn't Bill.

Could I go through with this? Could I give Steve what he craved and not suffer repercussions of guilt? Bill was the only man I'd been with in the last several years. I had never contemplated taking another lover, not when he satisfied me so completely.

"Come on, baby," he said, rubbing me with that wonderfully rigid cock. "It'll be better than anything you've had. I'll make it something you'll never forget."

His touch was dizzying. The only way I could counteract the thrill was to insert a barrier between my sensitive pubis and his inflamed region. I manipulated him with my hand, watching his jaw drop. Christ, he was big-very big. His dick was much longer than Bill's, or my former husband's. He would go farther in my pussy than I had ever experienced.

I ran my tongue across my lips. "Why is it so important? If you can have any girl, why would you want to fuck someone's mother?"

"I already told you, baby-you steam me. You get me going. I want to fuck you with the thing you've got in your hand. Fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"You haven't had enough today, have you?

You're insatiable."

He closed his eyes, ecstasized with my massage. "Can't you feel how much I want you? How badly I want to fuck you?"

"I could have Sharon in here in a minute. She could finish you off."

"I don't want her. I want to stick my cock into your hot, grabbing snatch. I want to watch you moan while I pump you with my big thing."

I recaptured control of my senses through intense concentration. This wasn't easily accomplished, with Steve's throbbing member smashed into my soft folds. I had to do something about the swelling that plagued him. I couldn't leave him in this inflamed state and expect to slip out of the closet with my pride intact. "How about if I gave you some head?" I whispered. "There's no room in here to fuck."

"Sure." Easing his legs around me, he thrust his crotch. "I've wondered what it would be like being in your mouth."

I knelt before him, smoothing my palms over both his thighs and letting him anticipate the oral pleasure I would give. "Are you up for it, stud?"

"Try me," he encouraged hoarsely.

The music and voices pounding in the background did nothing to deter me. I was thoroughly engrossed in my task.

I pressed my cheek against his groin. The faint throb of his cock was found. I glanced at him. Steve peered down, awaiting lip and tongue activity.

"Take it out," he ordered.

I almost let out a snicker-yet held it in check. Men were simple to manipulate. Bestowing their cocks with attention essentially made them into putty.

Slowly I unbuckled his pants, letting the suspense mount. His eyes were in pursuit of my every movement. His zipper came down easily. I relaxed the elastic band of his underwear over his crotch. His dick protruded in my face, resembling a flag pole.

"Wow," I panted, genuinely aroused by its magnitude. I gave his thing a kiss.

"Mmmmmmm."

"Use your tongue."

"Mmmmmmmm." I slurped it and felt his body tense. I proceeded to nibble on his cockhead, flicking my tip rapidly around the rim. I teased him with my lips, watching his shaft twitch to life. His dick twitched, encouraged by the playful dabs I administered. I experienced the first taste of his lust-heated cock. I loved the taste and filling sensation of cocksucking. Steve had a dick that was going to be a feast.

Steve cupped my head. "Jesus." His breath was sucked from his lungs. I prompted heated eruptions to race to the center of his stomach. "Come on, swallow me-suck."

I gladly accepted instruction. I widened my lips and covered his bloated crown. My hot saliva washed over him, drenching him in its heat. My tongue swirled out, around. "God, you taste good."

"Yeah, oh, yeah," he muttered, closing his eyes. His jaw went slack as he was consumed by a mass of quaking cells. The pulse of his cock increased with each mouthing. Steve's head tilted into the row of coats hanging behind him as he fought to take command. My oral domination stole his breath.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, consuming more of his throbbing length. He throbbed in my mouth-all ten inches of him. It was exciting, wrapping my lips about a large cock. Up and down I swooped, taking him into my oral grip. I fastened myself feverishly to his hulking width, getting off on his struggle for air, his horny vibrations.

"Oh, baby. It's so good. Yeah, your mouth is driving me wild." He slammed his entire body into the clothes behind him. He could no sooner help himself than I could gulping down his cock. Once I attached myself to him, the ability to stop eluded me. I had to keep sucking until his cum splashed inside my cheeks. "Suck me, baby. Suck me good."

"Mmmmmmm." I readily swallowed all he had to give, treating his dick to a moist vacuum. I vibrated the underside of his cock with my tip, urging his palpitations. His irregular pulse was wholly apparent. I perceived his desire to cum. I wondered exactly how long he was going to last in my mouth without surrendering to the urge.

Steve slumped against the clothes, groaning from my suck. "Eat it. Take it down your throat. Oh, yeah. Oh, Jesus. This is unquestionably four-star head. Even Sharon can't handle the whole thing. Uhhhhhhhh." His fingers coiled around the wooden pole, knocking hangers from their perch. His fevered brain couldn't register anything beyond the hot dripping saliva oozing down his cock. "Blow me, baby. Suck my big, juicy cock."

He watched me gobble him. I loved giving blow jobs. He could tell from my ravenous expression as I slurped him. My lips enveloped his dick, practically tugging the jism from his balls. The rinse of saliva swirling around his shaft as he fucked my face induced him to sweat. Perspiration formed at his temple, trickling down his face. It got increasingly hot in this closet-especially with cock jutting from my mouth. I devoured his erect thing with loud smacks and eager puckering. I had no problem managing his ten inches. I enjoyed myself as I ate his cock. I sucked him to brain-numbing pleasure.

I filled my mouth with cock. I rubbed my lips over his swollen thing, lavishing him with sweet pulsations. I knew I was driving Steve out of his mind. He'd gotten huge from my oral efforts. I sucked his dick deep into my throat, taking as much as I could without gagging. He seemed to keep growing-so large, in fact, I had to ease off to get a breath of air.

"Stay with me, baby," he muttered, pressing down on my head. "Suck more, suck harder."

Steve's hips shifted under my luscious tonguing. I did my best to regulate my mouthfuls, but his urgent thrusts took authority. His dick was big, throbbing with hot juice and blood. Huge veins bulged from the shaft. Size meant nothing-I would conquer it. Shifting my position, I stuffed myself with meat. Mmmmmmmm. I wanted him to cum harder than he had with Sharon, just as a reminder of this moment.

My fingers curled around his balls, caressing them. He trembled from my feathery touch. I deepened my grope, pleasing him with circular motion. A little more of this and he would invariably explode.

Sucking Steve, however, gave me a stimulated high. I recalled how aroused I became when blowing Bill. Having his stiff cock in my mouth, feeling its heated tremors while lapping it made my pussy moist. I often stirred Bill's basic impulses so thoroughly that, before I brought him to climax, he removed himself from my sucking lips and climbed on top of me. God, I moaned with pleasure when his throbbing dick impaled me. It was my reward for getting it nice and hard. Ohhhhhhh! Memories of it even now made me hot and juicy. My clit hummed with titillation, demanding it be fingered. I slid my hand into my spandex pants, between my legs. Ohhhhhh. Grinding my finger against that damp area of my panties was exactly what I needed.

When I rubbed my mouth over Steve's cock, it was with heightened enthusiasm. I recognized it was due to Bill, but since Steve happened to be there, he was recipient of my hunger.

Steve caught me jiggling myself in the heat of the moment. "Is my dick making you hot? Why don't you come sit on me and give yourself a treat?"

"How can we do that in a closet?"

"You can bend over and grab your ankles."

"No thanks." I preferred to lower my saliva-rich lips over his shaft and bring him to climax.

He groaned as my mouth totally engulfed him, luring him back to splendor. "Come on, baby. I want to fuck you. I'll bet your pussy can keep my cock nice and warm."

I wouldn't budge, even if it meant depriving myself of that treat. He could tell I wanted to fuck, yet wouldn't give him that.

"Okay, baby," he gasped with resignation, "but you're gonna have to swallow it. I haven't had a blow job like this in ages. There'll be a lot."

My tiny mewls dared him to erupt. The lunge of his hips told me I was going to fill up on his load.

I explored the full length of his cock, stroking with my eager fingers. His dick was bone-solid, primed and filled with fuck power. While sucking, I grazed the bulging firmness of his balls. I hummed with delight against his shaft as I unearthed his groans of passion. He surged and jerked between my lips.

"Jesus Christ," Steve muttered, overcome. His voice was hoarse with agonized need.

I could feel his body shudder. My level of arousal mounted at a similar pace. As I rubbed my open mouth up and down the tall-standing cock, my tongue snaked out to flick fiery caresses.

The darting contact and sucking pressure made Steve lose direction. He got more anxious and wanted to feel his dick jammed deep in my sexy little throat.

"Suck it," he growled. "Take in my cock, suck me deep."

I was more than ready for that. My pussy tightened with anticipation. Even my tits began to ache-they were so swollen. I wanted him to fuck me, but even more, I wanted him to fuck my mouth with his big, long dick.

My fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding him, as I slowly lowered my wide-open lips over his enlarged crown. The association was electric.

I swallowed until my lips had encompassed his thick stem. I paused, savoring the feel of having his solid cock embedded in my throat, then hungry to devour more, I nudged forward again. Steadily, inch after inch disappeared in the pink circle of my mouth. It throbbed in my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat.

"You're so fucking good, oh, yeah, eat it, swallow me, stroke me with those hot lips." Steve enjoyed every second he was absorbed in spit. He pressed down on my head, urging me to take more. Despite my earlier reluctance to participate, I displayed an appetite that amazed him. I had to squelch the impulse to bend over and let him fuck me. I ached for his dick to slide in and out of my pussy, but I supposed I'd have to finish him off with my mouth.

My heart thudded wildly. The heat of his body seemed to rise from him like steam; mine was of equal temperature.

The long shaft of his cock glistened as I pulled away, gulping air. Saliva oozed down the stiff column. Without wasting a second, I was back on it, working him into my throat while listening to his fresh groans of ecstasy.

I kept thinking how good it would feel having this solid mass lodged in my pussy. Images of laying back, moaning as he fucked me dominated my mind, making me wet. Before this night, I had never entertained such thoughts of another man-it was Bill who drew my passion.

Hot, sweltering desire caused my body to rebel. My finger slithered back to my clit and rubbed. Ohhhhhh! It wasn't enough. I needed something hard and thick grinding against it. I remembered how quickly Bill obliterate that feeling, charging through my hungry cunt lips.

"You don't have to do that," Steve mentioned raggedly. "Bend over, baby. I'll do you doggie."

"No," I panted, then sunk my lips over his cock. I took him whole, swallowing his entire shaft.

"Jesus-"

I moaned in garbled anxiety while Steve clamped my head. He pulled me, incredibly, even closer to his body.

Steve tensed his hips and started bucking. He was going to erupt. His cock revolved in small, tight circles. My nostrils flared to drag in air. His hands, curled in the thick fall of my hair, held me securely to his groin.

"Come on, baby," he muttered in a low, seductive voice. "Suck me into that warm, open mouth. Rub those hot lips all over my stiff cock. Yeah."

I teased him with my tongue, lashing out with my limber tip. I sucked hard, even while he ground himself between my lips. Second by second, my excitement accelerated.

Steve hesitated for a moment, gathering his breath. "Gonna fuck you now," he muttered brokenly. "Fuck that hot mouth of yours with slow, slow strokes."

I eagerly met his movements-advancing until my lips clasped the base of his big thing, then retreating until only his plump cockhead remained in my slippery grip. Back and forth I sucked, licked, nibbled. His cock, swelling as I worked it, neared its explosive point.

Sensual electricity rocketed through my body, settling in my sweetly agitated cunt. My pussy oozed with juice, coating my panties and the insides of my thighs. My clit begged to be stroked-an indulgence I refused to grant myself. I was relatively taken over the edge at my own doing.

Steve sawed in and out of my mouth with heightening fury. His thick cock urgently sliced through my wide-stretched lips. The tension inside him thrived until he could contain it no longer. From his ravaged look, the cum was probably boiling in his balls, preparing for discharge.

I recognized his inner turmoil. My heart trip-hammered at the prospect of his jizz flooding my mouth. I wanted his cum, thirsted for it. The thought of his warm spew rushing down my throat made me dizzy.

"Sure you don't want me to fuck you, baby?" he mumbled, barely fighting the impulse to cum. "Huh? It'll feel so good. I'll slide right into your pussy."

"Mmmmmmmm," I panted, urgently mouthing him. His invitation was so tempting.

"Jesus, now.. .now," Steve groaned.

His body went momentarily numb, then he smashed his groin to my lips, burying his dick as deeply as possible. I felt the rhythmic pumping of his embedded member, tasting the hot pulpy spurts of his cum.

"Arrgghhhhh," he gasped, feeding me his eruption.

Moaning almost mindlessly, I swallowed. Firmly, I pressed with my lips, ejecting more of his white goo. Mmmmmmmm.

I took it all, savoring the sexy taste of his cum. When the flow slackened, I swirled my tongue, lapping up every last drop. I felt his body relax, the sexual anxiety diminished-for now.

I remained nestled between his legs as he leaned up against the clothes resting on hangers. I kept on sucking at his cock, softly, keeping him semi-hard.

"Did you like that?" I murmured.

"Christ, yes.. .but I'd really like to fuck you."

"You might get the chance-as long as you do as I say."

He groaned. "Yeah. I love that tongue action."

"Don't you prefer Sharon?" I tested him.

He pressed down on my head. "Not nearly as much. There, lick me there, yeah."

"I'll bet she loves fucking this big thing of yours," I sighed, fondling him with my lips. "I can't imagine how great it feels."

"Turn over and you'll find out."

I took my mouth away and slowly got to my feet. "You've had enough for now. Time to cool off."

"Awww, come on, Bev, you're not quitting on me now? That was just warm-up."

"I don't fuck in closets."

"You're not going to leave me like this?" he complained, indicating the painfully hard dick distended between his legs. "When I get like this, I can go for hours."

"Save it for Sharon." I blew him a kiss and reached for the doorknob.

He seized me by the wrist. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" he asked, frustrated.

I snatched my hand away from him. "What else? Jerk off."

"I could go find Deb," he threatened. "I'll get her to finish."

I did not let the threat stand. "That would be a fatal mistake on your part, Steve. Keep away from her."

"Says who?"

"Me." I was merely an inch from him, hissing. "Don't you ever let me catch you near her, either. You'll have me to face."

"I just might do it-out of curiosity."

I reared back and eyed him sternly. "Don't fuck with me. I can be one serious bitch if I put my mind to it-particularly when my daughter's happiness is involved."

With that, I left the closet.