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off those shorts."

I think Steve was shocked, but he wasn't stupid. In no time he was under the covers and was down to his briefs. I did wonder how that big cock of his fit in briefs. What a bulge that would make and quite a sight.

By now my pajama top was completely open. "I know boys like to start with these. Would you?" He'd told me that Karen didn't have much in the way of titties.

I wasn't expecting much, after all Steve was eighteen. By that I mean, men like those basketball players, knew how to play with them, kiss them, suck them.

I was right about Steve. He handled them roughly. No wonder Karen didn't give him more. He squeezed my nipples too hard and when he kissed them, I could feel his teeth. OUCH!!!!!

Yes, it was painful, but to be honest from the moment I made the decision to seduce Steve, and make no mistake, that's what I was doing, my goal was his cock. That big cock I saw him playing with in the shower last night.

If you've read this far, I didn't want to just play with it. I wanted to suck it: it had been far too long: over twenty years. I still considered myself a blowess. It's just that there'd been nothing to blow.

While Steve continued to attack my tits, I slid my hand under the blankets and inside his briefs. He was eighteen and playing with tits. Of course he was hard. Not just hard, but big and hard. Although, it had been ages, I'd never forgotten my ex's big cock or some of those basketball players like Barry.

My God, that thing in my hand was huge. ‘Why don't you take these off?"

I was thankful for a bit of a reprieve for my nipples while he removed his underwear. Then I didn't waste any time. I got on my knees, between his legs. "My God, Steve, when I was spying on you while you were in the shower, it looked big, but WOW!!! I've never seen one bigger." I had, but he didn't have to know that.

I couldn't get my hand around it and it seemed to take forever to slide that hand up that thick shaft. When I told him it was the biggest I'd ever seen; I think it got harder. "My God, Steve, it's not only the biggest I'd ever seen and felt; it's the hardest."

His mother's bedroom, where I was staying had a four-poster bed. Steve's cock was as hard as one of those rock maple posts.

Of course, I didn't want to look at it or play with it. "Steve, did you say, you wanted to know what it was like to get a blowjob?"

"Ummmmm, I-I, Miss McHugh. . ."

I didn't wait for an answer. I was anxious. You know my ex was big and some of those basketball players were big, and it had been years and years. I took it slow, but I was certain with some remedial work; that is practice, I could take all of Steve's young, majestic cock.

I licked his head; my tongue circling it. He was circumcised. There was no foreskin to roll back. It was standing there in all its glory.

When my lips slid over that cockhead, I looked Steve in the eye. Yes, he was watching me. I had a twinkle in my eye.

I took it very slow. That is my lips kept going down that shaft; a quarter inch, perhaps an eighth of an inch at a time. I couldn't have opened my mouth any wider. My fear was that he'd cum too soon. That would be disastrous. Like my ex-husband on our honeymoon when we fucked, Steve would be embarrassed.

Even out of practice, I was sure I could sense when he was getting close. The good news is he didn't. He was like some of those basketball players when they fucked me or I blew them; Steve didn't cum. He lasted and lasted.

That's not to say I gave him the greatest blowjob ever. I wasn't so egotistical to think my skills hadn't deteroriated. Still, it was Steve's first blowjob. He didn't know any better, and I promised myself that I'd get better.

So, I had about five inches of that big thick cock in mouth and I knew that for the time being I wasn't going to get any more. That's when I started to fuck it with my mouth. Up and down my lips went. I generated lots of saliva and my lips easily worked on that thick shaft. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I hummed.

When I used my toy, Tommy, I often hummed songs that were in my head. As you can tell by my family name, my ancestry is Irish. I started humming, as I sucked:

In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Not cockles, I said to myself, ‘cocks, cocks and more cocks.'

I'm not sure Steve, at his age, probably ever heard that song. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy my efforts or my slurping on his cock. I looked up at him and he was smiling. I was too, but it was hard to tell with five inches of cock in my mouth.

Two or three times I hummed "Sweet Molly Malone." I wondered if she'd ever had a cock like this in her mouth.

The ‘alive, alive' part reminded me. Just last week, I'd attended a CPR course. The instructor suggested that one way to get the compression rhythm right was to remember the BeeGee's song, Stayin' Alive, specifically the chorus:

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive (oh) Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive (oh)

Rinse and repeat as I bobbed up and down. Like I said, it wasn't the best blowjob I'd ever given, but it was the best cock I'd ever sucked. So big, so hard, so young. "Stayin' alive, stayin' alive." And when he came, so sweet. I'd always loved the taste of cum; but I'd forgotten how good it could taste; or maybe it was just Steve.

One thing was certain; I'd be back for more.

TO BE CONTINUED

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