Chapter 5
I finally caught up with Deb a while later. She was sitting in a room with several girls, hashing stories. Not a single man, I proudly noted, was counted among them.
"Mom, this school year is going to be a blast," Deb relayed, the second I arrived. "All my friends are here. We're having fun exchanging stories, talking about guys.. . "
Let's make sure it's only talk, I silently commented. "Let's not forget why I'm sending you here. I'm shelling out big bucks for you to receive a quality education-not a stellar social life."
"By the way, where have you been?" she asked, having burst her little bubble. "You disappeared on me."
"I've been.. . around," I murmured, not wishing to shatter her image of me. If she had even an inkling of what I'd been up to, she'd be shocked.
"But I haven't seen or heard you for hours."
"Jesus, Deb, short of sticking a cowbell on my ass, I suppose you wouldn't."
Deb sent me a knowing look. "Checking out the guys, perhaps?"
"Perhaps." I laughed. Her innocence was refreshing after spending feverish moments in a closet, then knocking off another hot and heavy session in the front seat of a truck. I was surprised I didn't look worn out. Not bad for a gal of thirty-eight, I silently commended.
"You like the young men here?" asked a girl, with a thick Italian accent.
"Mom, this is Gabriella," Deb introduced. "Isn't she gorgeous?"
"Yes, she is," I said, beaming at my daughter's friend. Actually, Gabriella was a pistol, a siren. I sensed bad influence, given her dark, bewitching looks. "Are you staying in the same building as Deb?"
"Two floors above her," Gabriella disclosed. "We will have much fun, Deb and I." She leaned toward me, her tone confidential. "I've been telling her about my new boyfriend. He's out of this world!" She placed her hands quite a distance apart, then rolled her eyes with exaggeration. "He's.. .abbundanza!"
Female intuition informed me were weren't speaking about his general character. "That's nice, dear." I took a step back, then whispered in Deb's ear, "When are we leaving?"
"I don't know. Steve and Sharon have totally disappeared."
"Great." I barely hid the sarcasm. "There goes our ride."
"No, problem, I have a car," Gabriella mentioned, interceding. "I will give you a lift."
"That's very generous of you, Gabriella," I said. "I'm exhausted."
Deb consulted her wristwatch. "It's almost midnight. You've been known to party all night."
"It must be old age creeping up on me," I sighed. Having fucked my brains out didn't seem an appropriate explanation. "If you two girls prefer to stay out a little longer, that's fine by me; just drop me off at the apartment."
"As a matter-of-fact, that was the plan," Deb divulged. "I made arrangements to sleep over at Gabriella's. We haven't seen each other for months and have lots of catching up to do. You know, girl talk."
I raised a brow, shifting a questionable eye from my daughter to that Italian firecracker. "Catch up? Girl talk?"
"Oh, Mom, we'll be in the same building," Deb exhaled, rolling her eyes at me. Her thinly concealed indignation was laughable. "You can eavesdrop all you want."
I laughed. "I trust you." As for the Italian slut: not on. your life, baby. I resigned to run perfunctory checks, if only to satisfy my own suspicions. What did it matter if I only received two or three hours of sleep? I was a concerned mother. "Now, can we go?"
I collapsed in Deb's bed, almost immediately after entering the apartment. My eardrums were trashed from the deafness-inducing volume at which the music played. I restrained myself during our ride back from the party when Gabriella blasted her stereo in the car. I kept reminding myself we were almost home, and precious sleep was a commodity I desperately needed.
Between a non-stop night of fucking the previous night with Bill, and more of the same this night, I was definitely feeling jet lag. Oh, God-I needed a major overhaul!
I fell into something close to sleep, even before the girls wished me a pleasant night and scrambled off to Gabriella's apartment. Both my body and mind ached. Assuming the role of crusading mother was a big pair of shoes I readily filled. One day, when Deb didn't subsist in the world of insulation I created, she would realize my varied sacrifices.
I awoke from the phone an hour or so later. The harsh jangling disturbed me from a delicious dream about Kevin and his expert tongue. It was a hormone disturbance that touched every cell, every nerve ending. Ohhhhhhhhh. The phone, ringing off the hook, insisted upon being answered. With a groan, I reached for it, then dragging it under my warm covers, nestled it close to my ear. My flesh tingled with anticipation, my pulse quickening. The thought of Kevin aroused me.
"Did I disturb you?" Bill asked in a tone of controlled derision.
"Bill?" I shook the remnants of sleep from my brain. "What do you want?"
"I've been phoning all night. Where the hell have you been?"
"I went to a party with Deb."
"Oh? So you're still holding her hand, affixing the bib?"
"Don't be an asshole."
"I've been worried sick. You didn't bother calling, even when I requested that consideration."
"To my recollection, that was a direct order. And a token call wasn't your objective. You wanted me to throw myself at your mercy and beg forgiveness."
"Hey, I happen to care about you," he muttered in defense.
"You're jealous of the attention I give Deb. You want it all. How can you be so selfish, Bill? How can you expect me to abandon my daughter when she still depends on me?"
"Let's not fight. I miss you, baby."
His soft words filtered through my sleep-hungry brain. Having vented my spleen, there seemed no point in extending our argument.
"Miss me?" he asked, sheepishly.
My fondness for him resurfaced. After a tiff, the reconciliation was always great. "Sure. Especially your big old thing."
"What were you doing?" he asked in a low, inquisitive voice.
Wasn't it obvious? "What do you think I was doing?"
"Do I get to use my imagination."
"If you wish."
"You sound like you're in bed."
"Good guess."
"And I'll bet you don't have a stitch on."
My hand automatically sprang to my tits. I had stripped down to my panties before hurling myself into bed. My flesh prickled against the stimulating coolness of the sheets. My nipples had stiffened, my pussy stirring with desire. And now that I had just been with a few men, the delectable remembrance of cock rubbing between my pussy lips lingered.
I didn't suffer remorse for having cheated on Bill; my participation in those encounters stemmed from maternal duty. I felt I substituted myself for the sexual hungers those men harbored; if I hadn't taken my daughter's place, the outcome might have been shockingly different.
"Are you naked?" he repeated.
"As a matter-of-fact, I am," I said in my sexiest voice. I played his game. He wanted to put me in a submissive mood. Bill, a hundred miles away, and he could only indulge in fantasy; I had had the real thing.
"Are you alone?"
"Yes. Deb is sleeping over at her girlfriend's." I could almost picture his grin. The idea of catching me naked in bed held appeal.
"Too bad I'm not there."
I sighed. That would be fun; having him at a safe distance suited me fine, however. If Bill got a gander of what I'd been up to, he'd have a stroke.
"I'll bet you'd like some pleasure right now," he ventured in a forward tone. "Do you know what I've got here, waiting for you, baby?"
My lips curved. "Is it in your hand?"
"It would rather be in your hot pussy."
Bill's graphics were appreciated, in light of my aroused state. "Is that so? I suppose my mouth is out of the question."
"I want every part of you, baby. Your pussy, your mouth, your tight little asshole."
"Bill, stop. You're getting me horny."
"Have you thought about my cock, baby? Sure you have. You couldn't get that big mother-fucker out of your head, even if you tried. Ahhhhhhhh. I get so fucking hard, talking to you, listening to your sexy voice. I picture you moaning while I'm jamming it between your hot legs. I remember how good it feels to cum inside you."
His descriptive references charged me with excitement. Even though I whiled away most of the evening on my hands and knees, fucking and sucking, a hunger for Bill developed. He knew how to get my juices flowing. Ohhhhhhhh. My flesh tingled from his erotic suggestions. Cunt nectar oozed from my fuck hole, seeping in abundance. "It's been tough without me, hmmmm? You don't like waking up with a hard-on and not having something warm and wet to push it into?"
"Don't make it worse, baby," he groaned. "Jesus, the things you say steam me up."
A little torment went a long way. I suspected I had a nasty streak. "Sure would be nice to have that big hairy body of yours on top of me. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I want to stare into your eyes while that stiff cock sinks into me."
The low cry he emitted over the line boosted my ego. He simply couldn't do without me. "I need you so bad, Bev. I want you here, in my bed. I want you sitting on me. I want to hear how juicy your cunt is, or how roughly you want me to fuck you with my big dick."
"You do, eh?" My fingers drifted down to my pussy. From his rough breath, I gathered he was masturbating on the other end. The thought of him handling his cock, making it stiff, pulling on it while we talked stimulated me. The phone was crooked against my ear and the pillow. "I believe we're on the same wavelength. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I love when you fuck me."
"I can hear those squishy noises in the background. I'm getting you excited, making you wet. Go ahead, stick your finger in your cunt and get it juicy. Then I want you to put it in your mouth and tell me how sweet it tastes."
"Sure, baby. I'll do it. Ohhhhhhhh, for you I'll do it," I gasped, obeying his command. My finger sliced through my damp flesh, probing the moist chamber that had been recently penetrated. The sensation made me quiver as I reached into my cunt. I could hear his steady breathing over the line as I hesitated, lingering at a shallow level and jiggling the soppage.
"Deeper, baby," he instructed. "Stick it all the way into your hot snatch, to the very bottom."
"Jesus," I whimpered, curling and uncurling my toes as my clitoris throbbed wildly in my pussy. I thrived at performing the task, his imposing voice luring me into subservience. Weakly, I rolled onto my back. The wild sensations within my pussy were sweeping.
"Yes!" he growled. "Put it in farther!"
Enthralled, I complied. My digit sank lower into my juicy opening, making squishy sounds upon descent.
Bill's breathing grew heavier. "Doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't it be nice to move that thing in and out of your cunt? Agitate it, up and down, up and down. Come on, baby, do it for me. Do it for me real good."
My pussy dampened perceptibly as I masturbated myself, entranced by Bill's masterful direction. Juice streamed from my cunt lips in nectarous profusion while I shivered upon the sheets. My nipples were bulgingly erect, yearning to be sucked by his mouth. The air crackled with excitement. I wished he was with me so I could witness his feral look, along with that throbbing cock standing upright.
"Don't you wish that finger you're jiggling with was my cock? This solid monster, fucking your tight pussy, grinding into that tight little hole-not in my hand, but in your cunt. Picture it, baby: jutting from my groin like a fucking flagpole. Think about how great it would feel fucking your insides instead of your little finger. Go on, stroke yourself harder, baby. Faster, and keep that tasty thought."
I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. Was I still dreaming, or was this for real? His off-color representation propelled me. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned into the receiver. "Ohhhh, God, God!" I could almost feel his thick shaft spearing me, separating my cunt lips and plowing into my creamy center. Everything became relative: the ache, the sweet surrender, the groaning.
"That's it, doll," he rasped. "Do you know what I'm doing? I've got my big dick in my hand and I'm jerking off! Knowing that you're jiggling your slot turns me on. Ahhhhhhh! Wouldn't you like to have this huge cock in your cunt this very minute? I could be fucking your pussy with the largest shaft you ever saw! It would feel so good, going up your cunt, pumping you with its pulsating thickness, smashing into your moist hole. Oh, yeah, ahhhhhh! I want to fuck you, slam this mother-fucker right into your tight, hot pussy! Really show you who's the master! Don't you want it, baby? Don't you want my big thing up your cunt?"
I frantically diddled myself, remembering it all as though it were happening that second. I craved him in a way I hadn't another man. His firmness of mind to change me, to have me submit to his marital aspirations, affected me. My resistance was on the wane. Jesus, he got me so fucking hot, ohhhhhh! Ripples of sensation danced through my groin as I played with myself. I writhed and twisted on the bed, barely able to balance the phone under my chin. I arched my back, digging my heels into the mattress. I strained to catch every quivering word he spoke.
"What do you say, baby? You want me, don't you?"
I couldn't answer, choking with desire as my finger moved rapidly over my swollen clit.
"Come on, baby," he persisted, gasping aloud into the receiver while he yanked his dick. "God, I want you home tomorrow. I can't fucking stand it. I want you with me, all the time, no matter what it takes. You can do whatever the fuck you want with
Deb-I want you, babe. You. Jesus, I want to fuck you until I ache, until my balls hurt. I want to fuck you hard and make you cum."
"Do you mean it, baby?" I gasped. "About Deb, that is? Do you mean it?"
"Yeah, sure. Jesus-yes!"
I plunged myself into the heat of the moment. I rubbed my clit fiercely, wanting to climax as savagely as possible. Bill had unleashed my need to be satisfied. There was consolation in the fact he wasn't near to consummate our mutual desire. Listening to his rapid breathing, his whispered propositions drove me wild.
"You're going to make me cum!" I whimpered into the phone. "Ohhhhh, if only I was there to suck your cock! I'd make your dick stiff with my mouth before you tried sticking it into my cunt. I want to give you head, Bill-can't get enough of your cock. Ahhhhh, I'm so goddamn wet, dripping pussy juice all over my thighs! You make me so fucking hot, Bill! Jesus, would I ever love to hump your big dick, pound my snatch down on that throbbing ramrod! I'd ride your cock until you came twice, make it stay in my cunt until you got hard a third time, then really fuck your brains out."
God! All this I spouted, at his promise to abide by my close relationship to Deb!
There was a distinct pause on the other end, then Bill uttered, "For crissake, baby, get your ass home tomorrow! I can't fucking wait! I'm going to crack from the strain!"
I throttled my swollen clit with increased vigor, oiling my love bud with my cunt-fragranted spillings. I trembled as I feverishly greased myself, affected by the upheaval in my loins. Tension gathered in my cunt, causing me to rock violently upon the bed.
"Uuuuhhhhhhh!" I panted, thrashing my dark hair until it was disheveled. "I want your cock in me, where it belongs, fucking my pussy! I want your dick far in my cunt, Bill, and I want it to stay there! I'll never want another cock, only yours! Only yours, Bill! I love your huge, thick cock! Ohhhh, shit, I'm going to cum! Right now!"
"Mmmmm, yeah, together!" Bill growled, muttering unintelligibly into the phone. "Ugghh! Ugghh! Mmmmmm! Ugghhh! Oh fuck! Yeahhhh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,fuckkkkk! It's shooting all over my stomach! Mmmmmmmmm! Arrgghhhhhh!"
My finger remained on my clit while I underwent the debilitating spasms. My cunt felt overheated, frying from the onslaught of wonderful jolts that illuminated my body. "Oh, Bill, you fucker! Give it to me! Ahhhhhh! Yes!"
I laid there, exhaling harshly until my breathing resumed normalcy. Delicately, I closed my legs, discovering a noticeable soreness radiating from my cunt; I would pay the price for that frenzied rubbing.
"Love me?" I asked, fishing for appreciation.
"Oh, babe, that was fantastic," Bill sighed, his voice booming into the receiver. "Now, you're going to keep your end of the bargain. You're coming back tomorrow?"
"Yes," I said, swallowing heavily. Every muscle in my body was smarting. "I'll return sometime in the afternoon."
"Whew. I don't think I could take a phone call like that again. All that panting and dirty talk could bring on the big one."
"God forbid," I laughed, cognizant of Bill's perfect health. "I guess I'd better chill out."
"We're both old," he teased. "We may have a lot of mileage, but there's still plenty of drive left in our tires."
"Speak for yourself, honey."
"I love you, doll. Try to arrive early. Plan on supper-in bed."
"Did you have Surf and Turf in mind?" I wickedly ventured, wondering if he made the connection of pussy and cock.
"Anything you say."
I put the phone down, sighing. God, I loved that man. He could be a big pain in the ass, but he had a good heart.
I squirmed on my back, unable to sleep. Segments of the evening continued to haunt me. Recounting my sexual escapades left me hot and bothered. The taste of cock in my mouth, its throbbing length captured by my lips, and the thrilling moment of eruption lingered in memory. As a result of that mental stimulus, my hand dipped back into my panties and I massaged my mound. Moaning, I delved into the vacant warmth of my pussy and received what gratification I could with my finger. Ohhhhhhhhh. It still ached from my talk with Bill, but it felt so good to remember.
My finger inched deeper into my pussy as that thought became entrenched. I apprehended that I should leave myself alone, that my body was starved for sleep, but my appetite for sex kicked into overdrive. I kept envisioning Bill naked, laying across his back, his cock swollen and ready. The sight of his rugged figure urgently awaiting me, drove my fantasy. The impulse to climb on top and ride him to ecstasy had me shaking. Ohhhhhhhhh. I could feel his hairy flesh brushing my silky thighs, prickling my smooth ass as I arranged my legs and mounted him. His hard dick pulsed beneath my ass cheeks, yearning to slide into me. The intensity of his gaze beckoned for the fun to commence.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, snapping my hips. The sensations that consumed me were almost too delicious to endure. My thumb was present at my clit, gently rubbing the swollen nub. Moisture seeped from my cunt. Slick sounds came from my probing finger. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," I wailed, aching to have Bill where my digit was. I thought about how his tongue would feel, slurping at my abundant moisture. That degree of roughness for which he was famous held great appeal.
Abruptly, I withdrew my finger. I had to be crazy. Kevin licked me in his truck, then fucked me senselessly; when he finally pulled out, I was numb. My desire shouldn't have been in full flame-I'd achieved satisfaction. I shouldn't have been playing with myself. Besides, I was going to see Bill the next day. If his call had been any indication, he was going to have hot pants for me, big time. Why waste all my sexual energies jerking off when I could be shoring up my stamina for an all-nighter? It was stupid. Sleep was more essential. But even before that logic settled, my finger sprang back to the source of my frustration. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
I didn't want to feel my flesh; I longed for something not attached to me, going into my pussy. Of course, my choices were narrowed to the contents of the room.
I considered the alternatives tucked in Deb's drawers. What could my daughter possibly own that I could masturbate with? Feeling weird about rummaging through her stuff, I pronounced myself insane. What kind of mother was I, for crissake? Forget June Cleaver, Harriet Nelson, or Donna Reed-ahhhhh, fuck it! I was fucking hopeless.
None of the stored items met with my approval until my eyes centered upon the dildo hidden beneath her panties.
I almost had a heart attack.
What the fuck was my daughter doing with a dildo? No way was I going to buy into her picking it up at a garage sale. A quick inspection revealed it probably hadn't been used yet. It still had that factory-fresh, brand-new smell to the rubber. My God-how did she acquire it? Did one of those trampy girlfriends purchase it-such as Sharon? I wouldn't have put it past her. Or did she order it through the mail? Or, worse yet, did she actually walk into a store and slap down good money on the counter and ask for it?
When tomorrow arrived, I planned on having a chat with my little angel; in the meantime, I decided to put the dildo to work. What the hellthat's what it was there for.
A surge of passion possessed me. Grasping the fake balls at the end, I placed the tip near my sopping entrance. Simultaneously, I conjured Bill mounting me with that big, thick cock. My eyes were closed to perpetuate the image. My mouth dropped open as I planted the fuck toy beneath my moist pussy lips. The introduction of an inanimate object forced a protracted sob. I pushed it a little more, stirred by the series of sparks that ran through me.
"Oh, my God!" escaped from the bottom of my throat. "Oh, yes." Although I was still stunned by its discovery, I was pleased that Deb got the good kind. Those cheap dildos made me itch.
It was flesh, connected to Bill, I made myself believe. His hard, pulsating cock, sliding into my pussy, giving me enjoyment. I ached to have more inside me. Its solid texture answered the fever in my pussy. Slowly, I added to what had already been inserted. The dildo met with hot, juicy squish. To me, it was my horny Bill, lowering himself into my cunt.
"Yes, honey, stick it in me, in my pussy," I whispered to the Bill of my invention. "Give it to me, honey, get it in there, ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, baby, fuck me with it, fuck me good and hard."
I felt my nipples swell as I undulated. Every vessel in my being sizzled. My fantasy was charged by the prodding of the dildo. I removed it from my cunthole, moist with my drippings, and swirled it over my love button. Ohhhhhhh! It provided me an incredible rush. Frantically, I dragged it back and forth, making myself cry out. I was electrified by the hot jerking motion.
"Oh, Bill, oh, baby, yes! Fuck me, yes! Harder! I want it so much," I wailed, fighting to modulate my voice. Flinging my head from side to side, slamming it into the pillow, breathing roughly, were all the result of the dildo and intensification of Bill's thrusts. My thrills were amplified by its frenzied application. I gritted my teeth and came. It was far from intentional. I hoped to lengthen the flurry of sensations, but the assault was more than I could physically tolerate. "Oh, God, ohhhhhhhh!"
My orgasm lasted several heart-pounding moments. I shuddered violently, mentally rotating faces of men I had been with in the past twenty-four hours. Steve, Kevin, Bill-it was a sexual merry-go-round. Their features were committed to memory. I opened my mouth and pretended I was swallowing Bill's cock, then Steve's. Each man supplied me a different sensation, a different flavor. They were all so good.
A light tap at the front door caused me to freeze. At length, a second one sounded. It was no mistake: I had a visitor.
Was Deb returning to fetch something? I saw the dildo, dripping with my juices, tight in my fist. My mouth dropped open, then without wasting time, I threw it under the bed.
"Just a moment," I called out, throwing on a light robe in the event Gabriella was with her. I wasn't going to instill the perception that Deb had been brought up in a barn.
Just as I opened the door, I let out a gasp. Instead of finding my daughter on the other side, I reeled in shock to see Alex, her neighbor from down the hall. I recalled him in his damp T-shirt and running shorts, staring ravenously at me. His handsome face, previously mired with sweat, persisted in blatantly reflecting raw desire.
"Alex," I exhaled heavily, reclaiming my composure, "what are you doing here? It's two o'clock in the morning."
"I heard you just as I got to my door. I figured you were in bad shape."
My cheeks turned red. "I don't understand."
"Come on, Bev. You don't have to be ashamed. You want some company, don't you? Particularly a well-equipped man, hmmmmm?" He surveyed my partial nudity as though it were a healthy preoccupation. My tits, swollen from want, practically fell out of the robe.
I couldn't refute the content of my sexual delirium. "What makes you think I'm not alone?"
He attempted to glance past me. "You've got a man in there?"
I tried shutting the door, but he lodged his foot into position. "What's happening in here is none of your business."
My answer restored his confidence. "Hey, don't be quick to cast me off. I could be of valuable assistance."
"I rather doubt that."
"Still playing hard-to-get, eh? Am I going to have that same problem with your daughter?"
The implication in his statement gave me pause. "Are you planning on offering stud service to Deb?"
"If she wants it," he bragged, "she ought to know where to find it." Recognizing the dawn of trepidation in my eyes, he went on. "I noticed her checking me out. It won't be too difficult to arrange. It might be as simple as knocking on her door at two in the morning. She could be up for it."
My eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't be getting such imagine ideas if I were you."
"Think I can't pull it off?" he taunted. "Think I can't get her interested?"
I scanned his lean body, accounting for the irregular pulse he warranted in me. Frankly, Alex was desirable. It wasn't just his virile blond looks that arrested me. His arms were heavily muscled, and his hands were very large. I felt myself seized by a jump of lust.
My anger quickly subsided, replaced by something more penetrating. I called his bluff. His reason for visiting me didn't involve Deb. He sensed we were on the same erotic frequency and came to substantiate that belief. A hot quiver branched to my every vessel as a result.
"I expect you're capable of a whole lot," I seductively told him. "But a young woman wouldn't suit you. No, what you require is someone more seasoned, who would complement your talents."
He leaned closer to me. My change of attitude aroused him all the more. "You sound like you could teach me a few things I don't know."
"Perhaps," I slurred huskily, "if I was receptive."
"What does it take?" he challenged.
I furnished him a candid look. "At least ten inches."
Without flinching, he muttered, "What are we waiting for?"
I released the door, letting it freely swing open. I silently communicated that his being in my room was vital. My invitation was gladly accepted.
His first order of business was to relieve me of my robe. A flick of his thumbs sent it sliding off my shoulders, rustling down my back. His eyes took in the lush curves of my body. I felt my pussy tighten with anticipation. I was not my traditional self. Submitting to a man wasn't my style; I required extended foreplay. That somehow was accomplished through our stirring dialogue. My hostility was abruptly subdued. The commanding gaze leveled at me by this egotistical young man expedited my surrender.
"You heard me play with myself," I whispered, feeling his hot breath on me.
He made no comment.
"Did it give you a hard-on?"
He placed his hands on my tits. "It made me crazy." His enormous thumbs stroked my nipples. "I believe you are still frustrated."
"Yes," I murmured, enjoying the way he fondled me. "I've been like this since I arrived."
"And you want some relief from a real man?"
I swallowed heavily. "Yes."
His face was an inch from mine. He let out his tongue just as I opened my lips. I caught it and drew it inside my mouth. My darting tip awaited him, dancing about with passion. We came together in a heated kiss, our bodies vibrating with want. I felt myself overcome with weakness. My knees buckled, but he kept me from falling. He cupped my ass, filling one hand with nearly both cheeks. If his hands were indicative of other appendages, I shivered at the thought of how enormous his cock was.
"You should have come knocking at my door," he muttered. "I would have been pleased to be of service. There was no need to attend to matters alone."
"It was late. I didn't think anyone was around." His touch set me on fire. His manipulation facilitated my surrender. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I see you're an expert in caressing a woman."
"There's no expertise involved; I operate purely by instinct."
God, I was so hot for it, contemplating my first grope of his crotch. I had a feeling he was going to be enormous. If he figured I would faint when he whipped it out, however, he was in for a big surprise. Alex was unaware of his competition hours earlier.
"Let's get these clothes off you," I said huskily, tugging at his shirt. "I want to see what I'm getting."
"Do it for me, Bev. I want to feel your impatience."
This guy had a tremendous ego. I hoped he had the equipment to back it. I peered up into his sexy blue eyes as each of the buttons were undone. The look he vented was so intense, so serious, that my pussy throbbed. Hunger fueled my action-an appetite to have this young man in a most satisfying fashion. I wanted him to fuck me good and hard.
I intended to enjoy every stage of undressing him. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, revealing a massive chest with a forest of hair. My fingers combed the ringlets. I delighted in familiarizing myself with a man's body. I circled his nipples, scratching them lightly with my nails. They were hard pebbles, embedded in wrinkled softness. His Adam's apple rippled as I caressed them. I repeated the action, immersing my nails into his flesh. I took care in not hurting him, yet wanted him to recognize the depth of my desire.
Alex was detached from the sting. He didn't even flinch. Instead, his breathing deepened. The gentle rise and fall of his torso sent me careening.
My roving fingertips trailed down his flatboard stomach. Electric shocks were dispensed by my touch. Alex reveled in my butterfly caress. My style teased and provoked. His cock, reacting from feminine groping, began filling out the front of his jeans. I caught sight of his enlarging dick. The outline of his huge member nearly split his zipper.
"Oh God," I whispered hoarsely, taken by its measurement. I had guessed he was hung, but to witness the growth of something so giant gave me the shivers. "Oh, Alex, you're outstanding."
He was pleased. "Take it out, Bev. Take it out and get a good look at it. Drool over what I'm going to fuck you with."
I would have done so, regardless of his command. I was highly aroused by the warm, bulging shape. A hunger seized me, along with the knowledge that I would have something hard for my mouth.
His pants were unsnapped with urgency. I pulled the zipper over his swollen shaft, enthused by the difficulty of getting past the wide ridge. Rather than maneuvering his erect cock through the opening, I yanked down his jeans.
Alex fought back a groan as he felt my silken breath on his naked skin. A sharp exhalation came when my face was level with his cock. It extended from him like a bridge, long and solid.
I stared at his thing in awe while ridding him of his pants. I had never seen such a well-developed cock. Alex was far more substantial than most men I'd known.
He drew me to him. His arms were like steel bands enclosing my sweet nudity. My nipples dug into his flesh.
I was very excited and carried a scent labeled "hot woman." I looked forward to the next several hours of nonstop sex. I decided we were going to fuck until dawn-or, at least, until the next interruption. I could see Alex had a powerful appetite for cunt. He would definitely receive his share, and then some.
We climbed in bed, anxious to stimulate each other. I trembled, overwhelmed with lust. I was confused where to start.
Contrarily, Alex had his own blueprint. He cranked open my long, slender legs with his hand and pared back my flowery cunt lips. For an older woman, I had the most pliable snatch he'd probably encountered. My trench shimmered in moist glory.
"Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
"You don't want to fuck Deb; you want to fuck me."
He nodded, flicking a nipple. "Ohhhhhhh, oh, God."
"Oh, yes," he grunted, "you're hot." This knowledge made his cock hard and his balls taut with desire. He stroked my heaving breasts and pinched my nipples into little nubs of erect flesh.
I groaned and writhed beside him. "Alex, oh, Alex," I whispered ecstatically. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He ran his hands down my body and between my luscious, quivering thighs. My pussy was sopping wet. He had no doubt that I desperately wanted him, that I would willingly give all of myself to him without reservation.
"Fuck me," I whimpered, my voice rasping. "Show me how you please a woman."
"I plan to make you a true believer, baby," he said, barely able to conceal his excitement. His dick seemed like it was going to explode. The fact he was so hugely aroused by my nudity instigated a longing that couldn't be quenched by anything less than fucking. His cock, palpitating strongly, was ready to give me the satisfaction I craved.
My body moved against his with unwavering sensuality. His hands enclosed my flesh, his experienced fingers touching my most sensitive areas and letting my spasms of desire surge through my every responsive part. From my tits to my snatch, I was highly charged with erotic impulses. Even my toes curled as he traveled along my electrified flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I panted, tingling with passion. I couldn't believe he generated this much enthusiasm or anticipation from his swerving touch. My cells hummed at his fingertips, hungry for the sensations they were fed.
"Take my cock," he ordered. His hand cupped my head and pressed down. Gravity was conveyed in his voice.
I was unsure of how far I should go. Granting him my pussy might not be prudent. A remote section of my brain cried for me to remain faithful to Bill. Perhaps if I gave him a blow job, I would exhaust his need and send him back to his apartment without further comment.
"Come on, Bev," he repeated, hoarse with lust.
"I want you."
The physical encouragement was unnecessary. I eagerly obeyed with luscious lips and flicking tongue. That hard thing growing between his legs entranced me. I could no sooner take my eyes from it than prevent my mouth from absorbing it.
I slid down the length of his body, working my way toward his throbbing cock. My tongue danced over his firm, developed flesh, tasting hair. He was so fiercely masculine, so unforgettably exciting that I felt as though all that had happened previously was elementary; my night with Alex would stand as the most memorable event in my existence.
I licked his skin, molding my lips to glean his flavor. Mmmmmmmmm. He tasted exactly as a man ought to taste. A ravenous need stemmed from this sample of him. I longed to get my mouth around his dick and suck him hard-suck him until he spurted hot cum down my throat.
Alex clenched his fists as he felt my breath on his balls and cock. I was anxious to eat him. He detected my urge, and persuaded me to blow him with a thrust toward my face. Waiting for my sweet lips to fasten about his dick had to be agony.
Finally, a slurp was applied. I dabbed him with hot saliva, my darting tip toying with the domed head. The contact I made sent his senses whirring, given the lazy closing of his eyes.
"Christ," he gasped. His head sank into the pillow and his shoulders sagged into the bed. When had he last had such a limber tongue moistening his cock? He seemed to be fighting the reflex to grab my head and shove the entire thing down my throat. He wanted me to make all of it wet, get all of it sucked.
My tongue danced around his cock. I enjoyed him in this fashion, for it afforded me a chance to prepare for swallowing him whole. I had to work toward that goal. Alex was enormous; it would take considerable concentration and effort to ease him down my throat. I was stimulated by the idea. Sucking his dick was something I had to do-a compulsion precipitated by an inner voice. I didn't feel obligated to forge ahead-I just wanted to.
My mouth opened just as he pushed his bloated cockhead toward it. I covered it with my silken lips, swirling my tongue around and around the sensitive rim.
"Christ," Alex gasped, enjoying the application of moisture. "Oh, baby, let's have more of that. More, yeah, uhhhhhhhh. Suck on it. Try to keep it stiff. Work on it. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhh. Circle me with that wriggling tip. Give it more spit. I want to soak in your drool. Your saliva burns against the skin of my cock. Oh, Bev, you're incredible. Yeah."
I panted as he pushed with his hips, introducing a larger part of his dick to my sucking lips. I absorbed it, fanning my fingertips over the taut skin of his balls. "Mmmmmmmmm," I purred. This was one of those moments nature had equipped me for. My tongue was put to greater use, flicking the heavy vein back and forth until Alex's tremors filled my mouth. I clamped him hard, wanting to experience his unfolding thrill. "Mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh."
Slowly, I worked my lips down his shaft. Its palpitations made me hornier by the second. I'd never had one this size in my mouth. Bill, Kevin, and Steve were large, but with Alex, there was no contest. It wasn't just length. Alex was wide. I quivered as I blew him.
My inner muscles relaxed and he slid into my throat. Ohhhhhhh. How was I going to breathe around this thing? It took every ounce of skill to proceed, but I managed to swallow his cock. Ahhhhhhhh. I sucked on it severely, enjoying him this way.
"Yeah," Alex groaned, dropping his head to the pillow while pressing his groin to my face. "Yeah, eat it, suck it, yeah, make it fit in that warm mouth."
When I had sufficiently pumped him with my luscious lips, I eased the pressure and began to ascend. Now it became a simple task to rub my mouth where I wished, gorging myself with cock, then withdrawing. Alex's intense reaction to my abilities spurred me toward greater risks. I couldn't seem to get enough of his manly vibrations, his guttural sounds, nor his large hands steering my head. All of it provided my invigoration.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I sighed, mouthing his cock. "Ohhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh." My lips snared his hard dick, rippling over its throbbing surface. There was so much to eat.
Alex was ready to convulse, but saw no reason to discharge himself in my mouth when my cunt was available. He pulled my mouth off his dick, watching as the saliva oozed down his pulsating flesh and my eyes flashed. He wanted to see my face as he fucked me-he made no effort to conceal that. Apparently he wanted to hear me moan as his cock plunged into me again and again, going farther into my pussy than any man previously had.
I knew what he wanted-it was obvious from his inflamed expression. I wasn't sure I was willing to give it, but on the other hand, neither was I in the condition to deny him. My own body twitched with need. "Oh, Alex."
He climbed over me, indicating I lay on my back. My legs spread for him, anxious to lock about his hips. His cock stood rigidly straight, aimed at my sopping cunt lips. Alex knelt in front of me, his knees buried in the mattress. The rise and fall of his massive chest told my how aroused he was.
I couldn't suppress the itch to massage my clit. The mounting excitement commanded it. "Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, scorched by that single touch. My love button was red-hot and eager to connect with his dick. "Alex, please, please don't wait. I want it-now."
He cupped my ass and lifted me to him. His cockhead parted my juicy pussy lips. The effect of my tingling moisture was instant. It was impossible for him to contain his fierce arousal. His body ached to plunge roughly into me, for our flesh to merge. He pulled me to him, sinking his cock into my hot, cushiony snatch. He scooped my little tush with his hands and brought it to his erect cock. In and out, he fucked my sweet little pussy. "Yeah.. . "
I bit my lip. "Oh, God," I shuddered, feeling him enter my cunt. The strain of him separating my walls, penetrating my pussy could not be anticipated. I dug my nails into his arms, but Alex was oblivious. More of him pushed into my cunthole, more of that monstrous thing attached to his body. My head tilted back as I fought to compose myself. I moaned, taking him into my pussy, submitting to that huge cock.
"Can you feel how excited I am, Bev?" Alex muttered above the harsh breathing. "Yeah, you can feel how stiff I am, that's you making it like that. You turned me on. You got my dick that hard, the size that it is. Now I'm going to fuck you with it. Yeah. I'm going to stroke your sweet pussy until you cum."
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" All the air was compressed from my diaphragm as he brought it deeper into my cunt. He met the section at the bottom where no man had earlier ventured. Neither Kevin, nor Steve had. He paused, awaiting my signal. He wanted me amply prepared for the rest of him to sink into position. I twisted animately beneath him, fighting to catch my breath, then murmured, "Now, Alex.. . now!"
He shoved himself into me full, burying all he had into my pussy. Our groins smacked together in a heated rush. We were deliciously joined and reveled in that knowledge.
My lips briefly curved. It felt so good having a well-endowed man in my pussy. "Fuck me with it," I panted, rocking under him. "Fuck me, Alex. Nobody has gone so deep before. Oh, Jesus. I waited so long to experience this. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Come on, give it to me. Don't hold back. You can't possibly hurt me, I'm much too excited. Yes. More. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Alex could barely curb his behavior. He wanted it, too. He pumped my snatch with his throbbing dick, grabbing my sweet buns and crushing me to him before easing it back. I was light as a feather in his hands, yielding to his strength. I looked totally committed to giving him pleasure. I was tempted to effect a quick, satisfying pace and cause him to explode, just for the sake of gratification. Yet, something inside demanded I let him enjoy this adventure with equal relish. I savored his cock running back and forth inside my cunt lips, grinding against my swollen clit. My squeals of joy propelled him. I yearned for them to increase in pitch and frequency.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I sobbed, pounding with excitement. All the frustrations I previously experienced were exorcised from my body as Alex fed me that enormous cock. I tried to watch it sink into my cunt, but was so consumed by the passion it afforded that I merely closed my eyes and surrendered to the flurry of sensations. "Ohhhhhh, I love it, it's better than I expected. Oh, Alex. You're making me sweat. Oh my God. Ohhhhhhhh. It feels so good."
"You like the way that feels, baby?" he muttered, fucking my slick, warm snatch.
"Yes, oh, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me with your stiff cock. Ohhhhhhhh. I don't want it to stop, not even for a second."
I accelerated the speed of my hips, fighting to get every bit of him in me. His dick sliced through my juicy cunthole to complete that sweet connection. His pupils rolled up in their sockets and his mouth dropped open as he made shivering contact with my hot squish. I pushed and pulled harder, backing myself up, then charging at him with all I had. He groaned at all that energy fighting against him, grabbing at his dick, greasing his every manly inch. I could not rid myself of the rush his plunging into my sweaty flesh afforded.
I fought to open my eyes and look at Alex. He stimulated a fantasy I didn't want to end. A lock of his blond hair became plastered to his forehead. His handsome face was covered with a sweaty film. I totally submitted to him, giving him all I had. My cunt was like mush, smacking against his groin. Fever claimed my body. Listening to my pussy gobble up his cock, the sounds reverberating throughout the room, made me all the more horny. This wonderfully strange commotion that took place inside me was boggling. I gasped aloud as Alex crammed all he could into my gaping snatch. He was lifting me, fitting that enormous shaft between my legs, nearly causing my eyes to cross in the attempt to get every last inch embedded. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I sank my nails into the pillow beneath my head. My mouth dropped open and I emitted a low-pitched cry.
Alex tried not to watch. He didn't want that depiction of ecstasy to affect him. He wanted to fuck me for a while, get his dick good and wet before he popped. Seeing me enjoy his thing had to be a big turn-on. He clutched my ass cheeks and dragged my cunt lips over his throbbing dick. Ahhhhhhh. He packed it in, glowing from the tight fit. My pussy was snug, flowing with moisture, giving him what he needed to get off big time. He rammed in again and again.
"This is heaven," he groaned, "fucking heaven!"
He slammed his member into my sweet crevice to emphasize his remark.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, exhilarated by his need. His hardness was splitting me apart, forcing me to respond. There was no faking it. Feeling that cock, having it fuck me, allowed no false admissions. Joy swam through my bodyerotic bliss, even. I twisted myself to his impaling member, grinding my snatch to the thick base. I craved whole penetration. I couldn't get enough of this dizzying high. "Oh, God, Alex, it's so big, so much to handle. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"Fuck it," he groaned. "Fuck it, baby. Let it fuck you, drown in your pussy and all its juices." Alex swallowed roughly, plunging himself entirely into that succulent clench. "Jesus, I'm about to shoot. Are you ready for me, baby? Are you close?"
"Yes, oh, yes, I'm going to cum."
"Let's do it at the same time. Let me feel you cum around my dick. Squeeze it with all you've got. Yeah, baby, fuck that big dick. Cum with it thrusting inside you. Yeah."
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as the spasms hit me. The agitation began in the pit of my groin and blossomed. My convulsion gained strength and momentum. Soon, my entire body vibrated with lasting pleasure. "Oh, Alex! I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Alex waited, prolonging the last moments before eruption to enjoy my orgasm. My cunt lips locked him in a heavenly grip, followed by violent tremors that rocked his foundation. He could feel the strength of my climax, building, sapping my energy, then declining in intensity. He waited until he thought he was going to die, then exploded. Hot cum jetted into my pussy, gushing madly from the bottom of his balls, collecting in my deliciously compact cunt. The flow was heavy, enduring. "Ugghhhhh, uuugghhhhhh, ugghhhhhh!"
"Oh, God!" I panted. Alex was cumming in my pussy-I could actually feel it. The warm, jittery feeling that preceded it metamorphosed into happiness. I experienced the heavy squirts into my pussy with relish. "Oh, Alex, ohhhhhhhh."
Several moments later, Alex was struggling to breathe. He gradually lowered me to the bed, disconnecting his cock from my jism-flooded snatch. It looked as though he was far from finished. I concluded, from his ravenous expression, that much more fucking was ahead of us. He allowed me to recover from this first taste of sex with him before he'd sink his cock back into me.
"Alex," I purred, stroking his stomach, his arms as I settled against the sheets. "That was so good. I never thought someone so young could provide me that amount of pleasure."
"I'm not inexperienced."
"That was just proven." I started shaking with want all over again. Ohhhhhhhh. "I want to do it again, Alex. Fuck me more."
"We will," he said, burgeoning to the requisite size. A simple caress seemed the bare minimum to prompt him. "We'll do it all you want."
"Good." My lips curved. I raised my ass cheeks high before I felt the powerful thrust of that stiff cock from behind. "Ohhhhhhhh, oh Jesus!" I moaned. My erect nipples were dragged across the sheets while I sunk my knees into the mattress for support. Solid cock was crammed deep in my pussy. A flood of warmth drenched me as the hard dick pumped my insides. I raked my nails into the bedding, writhing in this submissive position. "Yeah, baby, give it to me, give it to me! Uhhh!"
Alex, fucking me from the rear, was immersed in his own gratification. He fed his swollen cock between my legs, into the sluiced opening. Assuming a comfortable posture, he slammed into my hot cunt. His massive hands were fastened to my slender waist in an attempt to steady my quivering haunches.
"Ohhhhhh!" I gasped, scrambling for a pillow to calm my shaking. "I want all of it, ohhhhh, pumping my insides. All that stiff cock, fucking my cunthole-" It was ecstasy.
Alex lunged into my dank passage, his spine perfectly erect, his buttocks riveting powerfully between my legs. My juicy snatch grabbed at his shaft, moistening him with my hot oils. "Oh yeah, Bev, that feels great. Yeah, nice, tight cunt, bringing me back to life. Ahhhhhhhhh. Take my dick up your pussy."
I exerted every muscle to meet his penetrative strokes, bucking and thrashing with abandoned flight. My butt swung toward him, welcoming the solid cock that reached deep in my slippery hole. His balls whacked my ass and his pubic hair prickled my flesh as he rode me to heaven. I swayed in splendor. My conscious plea was for Alex not to stop, but I did not make this command verbal. Alex could read my thoughts.
I took the pillow I smothered my screams into and brought it under my tits. I derived instant gratification from the cool material against my inflated nipples.
Alex released my hips. Clasping my shoulders, he elevated me until my back curved along the muscular definition of his chest and stomach. His hard cock stayed embedded in my pussy, never once becoming dislodged. He sent it far into my sizzling cunthole, grunting.
I reached between my legs and felt the thick stem and heavy balls. I whimpered heatedly. He filled my so completely, digging into me with bone-hard dick.
Alex eased back on his haunches, permitting me to let up on my feverish pelting and sit on his cock. His thing delved yet further into my dampened warmth. He was so deeply situated in my cunt that my inner walls strained to accommodate him.
He craned his chin, settling it on my shoulder, then enveloped my tits with his large hands. He dragged my soft, luscious body to him. My nipples, twin protuberances throbbing hotly between his thumb and forefinger, surged with vitality.
"Hump me, baby," he gasped. "Move that pussy, keep my dick wet."
My buns rose and fell with lingering sensation. I moaned as I fought to gain momentum. Alex's shaft went slowly-bunching up, then yawning into my greasy slit. I relished the size of his hard cock. Sweat trickled from my brow. My fingers searched the wide base of his dick, encountering my slick juices. I watched the hefty column emerge from my sappy cunt lips, then sink back in with grinding force. I grit my teeth, shaking. God, it felt incredible! I petted his balls, applying a feathery caress. My ass cheeks lifted and dropped onto his submerged cock, burying him to the hilt in my warm snatch.
Alex was stirred by my arousal, engaging my pussy with battering force. He shoved himself into me with hot urgency, quivering as he felt my sluiced cunt lips glide over his pulsating cock. My snatch squeezed him, urging him to squirt.
"Come on, fuck me," he said hoarsely. "Fuck my meat, hump my cock! Hump it! Ahhhh, oh, baby, I'm gonna cum so hard, gonna fill your pussy with hot cream."
A fiery charge seized me, consuming me with a burning fever. Weakly, I felt the tentacles of orgasm enclose me and exact its delicious toll.
Our bodies were afflicted with the same wrenching spasms. Alex emptied his load in my cunt until his balls ached from depletion. Enduring the harsh tremors, he continued to spew until he was drained. I shivered from my inflamed convulsion until I was aware of Alex's jism spilling from my pussy lips and dripping down the insides of my thighs. I wallowed in the dizzying sensation long after both of us collapsed onto the bed.