“Neither,” she said.

“I want you to come in my mouth, honey. I'm going to swallow all your delicious come. And after that, we can go inside and make love.”

She lowered her head to his shaft again, her tongue spiraling around him. God, she could feel it! Sense it like an extension of her own body. A pool of life, only needing her touch to bring it springing forth. Her efforts redoubled, her Lips and tongue and mouth and hands working together. And Joshua moved with her, the muscles of his buttocks clenching rhythmically as he pushed up towards her. She could sense the willpower it took for him to keep from taking control, from throwing them both down on the floor and taking her, mindless of her wishes or comfort.

“Almost there," he whispered. Rachel stifled an indecent giggle. It always amused her how quiet Josh got right before he achieved orgasm. The result of Living with a pair of ex-hippies who didn't think much of ideas like "privacy." And would be caught dead before they let me put a lock on my bedroom door, his voice reminded her.

She gripped her lover around the waist with both arms, her head bobbing furiously on his phallus. Her lips and tongue felt the tiny changes which signaled his explosion. The muscles at the base of his cock began to tense and Loosen, over and over. At the same time his organ seemed to thicken, expanding slightly in her mouth. He went utterly still in her grip, as if he was willing his orgasm to burst forth.

“Coming now, baby, coming...now!" he gasped, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with his come. His cock pulsed, delivering load after life-bearing load of his seed. She swallowed greedily, desperate for more more more! Until the torrent became a trickle. Then finally stopped.

She swallowed one final time, feeling his thick, salty warmth vanish into her stomach. She licked her lips, cleaning the last pearly remnants of his orgasm from her face. She felt stronger, happier, somehow revitalized. She grinned up at Josh.

“So, do I still have it? Does the old lady still know how to suck a dick?"

"Old lady, my ass," he said agreeably. "Forty-one ain't nothing. You've got a lot of good years ahead of you, Venus

“And yes," he said, stooping to kiss her on the mouth. "You've still got it."

Rachel shivered happily. It had always pleased her how nonchalant Josh was about kissing her after she gave him head. Other men, she knew from talks with her girlfriends, avoided it Like the plague.

“Won't even kiss me unless I've wiped my mouth off," Deirdre O'Neill said. "It's like he thinks it's catching, and if he kisses me after

I've been on his crotch, he'll want to suck cock as well."

“Well," she said. "We've wasted enough time in here. How about we sneak inside? If we're lucky, the kids won't hear us go upstairs, and we can screw until we pass out."

“Counselor, that sounds Like an awesome plan.”

They locked the door of the workshop and made their way across the rain-wet grass of the yard towards the back door. They were walking slowly, side-by-side, occasionally stopping to trade kisses. Josh had his hand on her breast, and she didn't try to stop him.

Neither one looked up to the house. If they had, they might have seen the tear-streaked face of Sarah, watching them.

Sarah lay on her bed, tense and miserable. Despite the good news at dinner that she would be able to achieve her long-wished-for goal of going to culinary school, she was desperately unhappy.

Her mind kept turning over the events of that afternoon. When she and her father had been talking in his workshop. She had been admiring his art and teasing him about his size when suddenly, everything changed.

He was no longer her father. At least, he wasn't just her father. For the first time, she saw him as a man. A sexually desirable man who she wanted, very badly.