C.J. backed away from Melissa warily—a comical sight, given that he was twice her size. "I didn't know they were gonna do that," he insisted with quiet urgency. "Honest."
"You just sit down there and hush, young man." She shoved his broad chest lightly. He sat down hard on the wet stone at the water's edge. "I'm not through with you."
She braced her small hands on his big thighs and leaned toward him in the water, her face inches from his cock. He was still half-erect, despite all the commotion. Understandable enough—he was, after all, standing amid a crowd of naked women, all of whom he probably fucked often.
Melissa blew a puff of warm air across the upper surface of his prick. It stiffened visibly and began rising again. She extended her wet tongue, swiping it across his cock knob and then circling the rim. She flicked the tip of her tongue at the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft, just behind the head.
"Goddamn..." C.J groaned. A little spurt of clear seminal fluid squirted from his cock-slit. Melissa pursed her lips, greedily sucked up the tasty liquid, and then returned to tongue-teasing the tender spot. She pressed her lips against his warm flesh while lapping at it. Soon she had him leaking enough pre-cum to fill her hand. She spread it liberally all over his prick, and then started sliding both hands up and down the massive, veiny fuck-shaft.
The celebratory laughter of the onlookers had subsided, replaced by occasional hushed whispers. Melissa knew that all eyes were on her. She ignored them, sparing only a concerned sidewise look at her son.
She was both pleased and relieved to see Ben's eyes locked in clear fascination and excitement on the spectacle of his mother sucking another man's cock. Despite her fury at Sharon's practical joke and her determination to prove something to these people, what her son felt for her right now was the most important thing in her world.
She concentrated on C.J. again, tongue-bathing the entire length of his prick, adding her own saliva to the lubrication of his pre-cum. He lunged upward, futilely attempting to spear her mouth.
"Stop playin' around," he. hissed. He tangled his thick fingers in Melissa's hair, trying to push his cockhead between her moist lips. "Damn it, suck me off."
His impatience didn't intimidate her. Rather, she was. She stopped what she was doing altogether and lifted her face, looking directly up into his eyes. "How much do you want it?"
C.J. stared at her dumbly, mouth half-open, lost for a reply.
"Not used to this, are you?" Melissa winked slyly. "Yeah, you're a bit spoiled. Most of these bitches will do whatever you want, just to get a taste of this great big dick. Well don't you fret, Hon...I'm going to suck you like you've never been sucked in your life." She gave his cock a few playful licks. "But, you know what? I'm really not in a hurry. Not at all." She returned to working her tongue over the spongy surface of his cock crown. He twisted and bucked, unable to sit still. Without warning she nipped at him with her teeth, causing him to shriek in a way that provoked scattered laughter from the onlookers. She moved her left hand down to fondle his heavy balls, bouncing and rolling them between her fingers, occasionally sliding her index finger back to tickle his asshole.
"I-I can't take this," C.J. muttered through gritted teeth. "
Please...
"
Melissa would have liked to tantalize him for a while longer, but her own growing desire to suck cock overcame the satisfaction of continuing to toy with him. At last, she slid his cock-head into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her soft lips to envelop his engorged bulb, savoring the taste of him. He groaned as she swallowed almost half of his thick fuck-shaft. Exhaling through her nose, she eased downward until his enormous prick-head lodged in her throat.
Melissa felt C.J.'s hands push down on her shoulders. She shrugged him off brusquely and he snatched them back. "Sorry!" he exclaimed. She ignored his apology, but she was secretly pleased. It was clear that no other woman had asserted herself to him this way. Such aggressive sexuality certainly wasn't to be expected out of quiet, cautious Melissa Jacobs.
But then, Melissa herself had almost forgotten that, long before she'd met and married Tom Jacobs, she'd been a very different woman.
†††
Melissa Taylor's parents were both doctors in practice at New Derby City Hospital. Their schedules afforded them precious little time with their only child but did provide her the advantage of a private education. So, every day for four years she took two trains and a streetcar from their North Hills brownstone to the prestigious Stonehall Academy of Arts. For the first few terms, she characteristically kept to herself. She made no close friends but excelled at her studies.
In her final year at school, when she was eighteen, her Honors Renaissance Literature professor took a personal interest in her.
Hannah De Winter was a tall, elegant woman who invited Melissa around to tea at her apartment. She beguiled the solemn, bookish young woman with stories of her early life in Europe and of her passionate romance and marriage to a young composer. When Melissa finally met Liam De Winter he was just as Hannah had painted him: darkly handsome, charismatic, and decades younger than Hannah.
Hannah was not jealous in the least of the obvious attraction between her student and her husband. On the contrary, it was at her instigation that Melissa and Liam first fucked. Then Hannah fucked Melissa, and then Hannah and Liam and Melissa fucked all together, and so they continued through autumn and winter into spring.
"You are insatiable," Hannah would tease, stroking Melissa's dark hair lovingly while teaching the teen to suck her pussy in just the way she preferred. Hannah taught by example. She ate Melissa's cunt for hours, sometimes bringing her student to climax a dozen times in an afternoon, and at other times denying Melissa release until Liam would return from his studio, strip down and plunge his rampant cock into the madly squealing teenager.
When the time came at last for Melissa to apply to college she at first resisted the suggestion that she consider prestigious but geographically distant schools. She was unwilling to give up the all-consuming intimacy she'd shared with the De Winters. But Hannah not only encouraged her star pupil to spread her wings and venture forth into the world, she very nearly insisted upon it.
After Melissa's first weeks away at university their affectionate exchanges of letters and calls became less frequent. She returned home for the holidays, anxious to reunite with her lovers, only to discover that the De Winters had quickly moved on to "adopt" another fresh, promising young student in her place.
Shattered, Melissa retreated back into her shell of emotional isolation. She buried herself in her studies and finished college in three years, marrying a nice guy who proposed on their third date. Tom Jacobs was not an emotionally available man, which suited her fine. She was done with that kind of intimacy. She knew he was a rover, as well, but she'd learned as well not to expect true loyalty from the partners she took to her bed. Her instructors had been the very best.
Their only child became her life's focus. With Ben, of course, there could be no sexual passion and therefore no betrayal. She let no one else into her heart. And so she'd managed her life until the morning that she'd first crossed paths with Sharon Thompson.
†††
"Hey, you gotta see this!" a male voice called out. More party-goers joined the spectators at the edge of the water; Melissa was aware of smartphone cameras clicking and flashing, recording her performance. She did her best to block them from her consciousness. Her whole body trembled with excitement and the effort to throat all of C.J.s cock. She'd already swallowed more of him than she had the first time she'd sucked him off, more than she'd seen Sharon manage. Her left hand held firmly to the four or five inches of his shaft that were not yet inside her. She was determined to take all of him, this time.
She moved her head down again, her lips tightly hugging the beer-bottle girth of his cock. He was deeper inside her than any man had ever been, his cockhead halfway down her throat. She forced herself to relax and follow her breath, afraid that if she thought about how much fuckmeat she had in her she'd panic and choke.
