SUSAN

By Mike Linton

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I've know Kevin Magazinski, "Mags" we called him, since we attended the same college. After graduation, he had pursued a career in education and was presently employed as an English teacher at a private preparatory school.

Nothing so stable for me, I'm afraid. I decided to make a living from my music, or at least try, and I had been doing pretty well at it for the past four years. You'll never see me on MTV being interviewed by Jenny McCarthy or at the Grammy Awards, but, I have a a small label CD release and a full schedule of playing small venues. I have managed to make ends meet, which is all I really wanted, anyway.

Mags had been pressuring me to come visit he and his wife Tina for awhile. So when I was booked to do a forty-five minute set at a small club in the town in which he lived I gave him a call. He was delighted to learn of my plans and said he would come to the club for my performance. Maybe we could get a bite to eat afterward, he mentioned.

I played pretty well that night, and after my set I went out to meet up with Mags. We were happy to see one another and he complimented me on the performance. There were several people with him, his wife Tina and a couple of people Mags had brought from work. Scott, who taught math, and Dianne who was in the English Department. Standing next to Dianne was Susan, she taught art.

Susan was about five foot eight, brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a slim waist and very dark brown eyes. She had a whole existentialist, tortured artist look about her and she was dressed all black. She had on a black wool skirt that came within six inches of her knee, black stockings, shoes and a a thin black wool turtleneck sweater that revealed her appealing curves. Her whole outfit was very striking, set off as it was against her pale skin. I have to admit that I'm more attracted to women built this way, than I am to the emaciated "waif" figure most women mistakenly assume is desirable. Later that evening, as the six of us had dinner at a nearby restaurant, I tried hard not to seem obvious in admiring susan's breasts as they would move when she performed a simple action like reaching for a drink or a salt shaker. They didn't appear necessarily large, yet they were full and heavy as they strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater. I assumed that her lingerie was black also since one would usually wear a black bra with that sweater ... wouldn't one? Susan seemed like a sweet person, and through our dinner conversation I respected her intelligence in many of her observations and comments. Mags and I like to talk literature and she was adept at finding parallels within the fine arts, contributing regularaly to the conversation.

After dinner, as we were leaving, Mags asked me if I wouldn't mind driving Susan home. I had about a two hour drive ahead of me, so I figured an additional ten minutes wasn't going to make that much of a difference. We walked out to my car and I held the door for her as she climbed in. Standing behind her I saw the back of her skirt rise somewhat, and was impressed with her thighs and the way the black skirt seemed to hug her hips and ass. We drove for awhile not talking about anything in particular when she changed the subject and the tone of the evening.

"It must be interesting being you, living your life ... and your songs ...", she asked.

"No more interesting than anyone else's", I answered, cutting her off. "I would think. Well, you're buying into the tortured artist thing. You may have a predilection for that. I'd be careful about it if I were you. Some of the songs I sing are sad because some of life is sad ... don't read too much into it."

"It's not necessarily that", Susan said, "You seem to pretty much to live as you please. I would like to be more like that, more autonomous. I once had aspirations of being an artist, now I'm just a schoolteacher. Now my students, a dozen of them, are telling me what to do. Actually, I'm a soon to be unemployed schoolteacher. My Department Chairmen told me last week that they weren't going to renew my contract at the end of the year."

"Did they give you any reason?" I asked.

"Not really, she just said I wasn't working out."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know exactly. We've had problems, the way I act sometimes, the way I dress sometimes. I suppose I'm not as conservative as they would like. Last month my sepervisor actually told me not to wear a certain shade of lipstick. She said, 'the boys can be easily excitable.' Can you believe that? I may be better off in the long run, but, it's hard I feel unwanted, and rejected. I suppose that sounds silly to someone like you. " Susan finished, reaching over and holding my hand.

As I looked over at her, the legs covered in the black stockings, the sweep of her hip as she crossed her legs, I could understand the argument that boys could be easily excited. "Not at all," I answered, "no matter how independent you think you are, we all have a desire to be appreciated, to be respected. It's not a matter of taste, it's a human dignity thing."

It's not that I was terribly happy there, anyway", she continued. "Things get so routine, they get bureaucratic, they get trivial. It's hard to get excited about going to work trying to teach a dozen creeps. I just feel stifled sometimes ... a lot of the time ... actually", she said, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"I don't know, Susan, I don't think anyone has a job that thrills them all the time."

"Don't you?", she asked.

"No, not really, there's a lot of driving, traveling and sleeping in strange places. There's a lot of waiting amd there's a lot of talking to people you wouldn't normally interact with. There are parts of my day that are probably just as dull or routine as parts of your days are."

"All I know is that I'm tired of the routine. I'm tired of the rejection." Susan turning her head to look out the car window as we drove in silence for awhile until she said. "This is my driveway here, on our left."

I stopped the car in the driveway of a two story house and watched her unsnap the seat belt.

"Thanks for the lift", she said.

"It was no trouble. Good luck with everything. You'll be O.K., just have a little faith in yourself. Do what you want to do. Things will work out."

"I guess I'm a little low on 'faith' right now. But thanks for the thought and the lift home."

There was a moment of silence, which, she broke by leaning over and kissing me. Her tongue danced over my lips briefly, then she pulled away. "I was hoping you'd come upstairs with me ... I mean ... I know we just met and everything ... but I guess I was hoping you'd be interested." With that she leaned over to kiss me again, but I put my hands on her shoulders stopping her. I was stopping her! I couldn't believe it.

"Susan ... you're a little hurt, a little dejected. You're life isn't really positive right now. I don't want this to be about something else. Do you understand what I'm saying?", I asked, squeezing her hand in return.

"Yes ... but you may not understand what I'm saying. This isn't about me losing my job or feeling bored. Well, maybe it is a little. Mostly this is about me doing something I want to do when I want to do it. About making decisions and choices and not answering to anyone. To go the way I feel and not the way I think. Your hesitancy only strengthens my ideas about you, enhances my feelings for you. This is about me ... and what I want."

With that, she leaned against me and ran her tongue over my neck, my ear, as her hand began to stroke my leg and drifted slowly up to my rapidly hardening cock. "And, what I want is for you to take me inside and fuck me into oblivion, " she whispered, pressing my hand and thigh.

"You make a compelling argument", I said. "I was reevaluating my position. I'm only human."

I decided, without further coaxing, to join her so we got out of the car and went into the house. She lived on the second floor of a two story house and as we walked up the stairs she fumbled in her purse for her keys. She unlocked the door and we walked into a nicely decorated, if small, room. She took off her coat, asked for mine, and put them both in the hallway closet. "I'm afraid it's not much," she said, referring to the apartment, "but I've come to like it. It's kind of cozy."

"It seems great to me" I said

"Oh, thanks, it belongs to the school actually. They provide housing for faculty members who couldn't afford to live her by their own means. I'll have to give this up with my job." Susan turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me towards her for another long kiss. "I don't want to think about that right now, I don't want to think about anything right now ... except ... me." She smiled at me, taking my hand. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?", she asked.

"Anything you would like, my love", I said, letting her take my hand lead me to the bedroom.

When we reached the door to the bedroom, she stopped abruptly. I wasn't expecting it so I sort of ran into her from behind. She laughed as I apologized, and turned her head, facing back at me. "I was just seeing whether or not you were paying attention" she said, smiling.

"I guess I'm a little distracted."

"That's O.K., I'm a lot distracted", she said, and leaned back to kiss me again.

She was holding the side of the doorjamb as I put my hands on her waist, right above where her skirt met her sweater. I kissed the side of her neck and ran my tongue over the side of her throat, pulling the neckline down a little to get at the base of her neck. I moved the palm of my hand from her waist, laying it flat against her stomach. Her breathing got a little heavy, and I could feel her ass moving, almost imperceptibly, against my growing cock as she back against me. She reached back and ran her hands through my hair. I could see over her shoulder what this did to her breasts, pulling them firm against the thin black fabric of her sweater. I now admitted to myself a total fixation with her breasts. I fought the urge to reach out for them, not wanting to push the pace any faster than she felt comfortable.

Perhaps, it was me who should have worried. She reached around behind her and ran her hand over the bulge in my pants. I bent forward to kiss her, and felt her moan into my mouth as she felt how hard my prick was getting. My engorged cock was bent to one side and getting a little uncomfortable, so, when she removed her hand I took the opportunity to adjust myself, straightening my cock. I couldn't see nor feel what her hands were doing, but she reached down to unbutton her skirt. I saw the material slide down her legs, coming to rest in a pool at her feet. She gracefully lifted one foot out, and with the other foot she kicked the skirt to one side. She now stood in front of me in her black pantyhose, pressing her against me.

"Touch me ... here .. ", she moaned, taking my hand and moving is slowly down her front. I slipped my hand into the crotch of her pantyhose, sliding under the elastic of her panties and ran my fingers over pussy. She lurched forward at the first contact, a brief growl came from her throat. A more audible groan met my ears when I found her clit with my fingers and rhythmically began stroking it in short up and down movements.

"Yes, Rick ... keep doing that ... just like that ... ", she whispered to me.

As I continued to rub her, she reached up with her hands and braced herself against the top of the doorjamb. Her arms, now fully extended, raised her breasts again. I could see the bulging tits trying to escape, still covered by the sweater, taut and firm. I noticed the outline of her nipples, beginning to swell, showing through her sweater. I couldn't wait any longer and reached around her with my other hand to hold the weight of her left breast. It felt wonderful in my grasp, full and heavy as I knew they would be. Susan tossed her head back against my chest and moaned when I squeezed her nipple in my between my fingers, pinching softly while I moved my finger more quickly over her clit, increasing the pressure.

"What do you want me to do?", I asked

"Just keep doing this", she panted, "make me come ... I'm almost there ... " I felt her clit begin to throb beneath my hand, then suddenly she jerked upwards. She dropped her hands grabbing my head and moaned as her climax washed over my hand and down her thighs into her black stockings. I could feel her pussy grip the finger which plunged in an out of her. I kept applying pressure to her clit with the heel of my hand as she thrust her hips, bringing herself off.

She sagged against me, catching my hand against her breast. The tension went out of her body and her breast seemed even fuller in my hand now that her arms were no longer raised above her head. I took my hand from between her legs and she turned to face me. Putting her hands on my waist she kissed me, running her tongue over my lips before thrusting it into my mouth. "I got a little carried away there ... I'm sorry to be so impatient", she said, still a little breathless.

"No need to apologize", I said, smiling. She smiled back before urgently kissing me again. She began to back away from me slowly, making her way to the bed. When she reached it she sat down on the edge, extending her legs straight out in front of her and kicked off her shoes.

"Why don't you come over here and help me get these stockings off", she said.

I walked towards her. My excitement and anticipation was visible in the way the crotch of my pants appeared uncomfortably tight. I removed my shirt and kick off my shoes on the way. As I stood in front of her she reached forward and started working on my clothes. She unbuttoned my pants, reaching inside to fondle and stroke my burgeoning erection. In one gracefully performed move she slipped my length from my pants and into her moist mouth, playing her tongue over its entire surface. She moved her head up and down on my shaft and I ran my fingers through her dark brown hair. It felt very good, very quickly. But, I wanted tonight, or at least this portion of tonight, to be about her. I couldn't really explain it, but didn't spend too much time thinking about it.

I pulled out of her mouth and my cock slapped wetly against my stomach.

"I was beginning to enjoy that", Susan said.

"Me too ... a little too much", I responded and slowly sank to my knees so that my face was level with hers. I pulled at the waistband of her pantyhose and started dragging them down those beautiful thighs, past her shins, and off her feet. Putting my hands on the inside of each of knee I spread her legs a little wider, lowered my head and dipped between her thighs. I started by licking the inside of her smooth skin and she looked down at me as I began softly lapping at the black silk of her panties. I sucked on the silk where her panties covered her pussy. She began to moan softly as I licked her harder through the fabric. I found her clit beneath the material and pushed my tongue against it, eliciting a moan from Susan. Her hands were in my hair and the movement of her hips thrusting against my mouth belied her increasing impatience.

"Jesus ... Rick .... c'mon ... I need to feel your tongue on me ... lick me please ... Inside me ... " I looked up at the serious expression on her face.

"Maybe if I get to see more of your gorgeous body ... " I whispered, leaving the question unspoken.

She reached for the hem of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her head, tossing it aside and staring down at me. My eyes were locked on those incredible tits encased in the thin, black bra. The position of her arms pushed her breasts together slightly and I couldn't resist the impulse to run my tongue along her cleavage. The bra clasp was in the front and as she reached for it I held her by the wrist. "No...that's enough for now. You look ravishing."

That being said, I dove down between her legs again, attacking her pussy with renewed energy. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and devoured her cunt, moving my tongue vigorously around the dripping lips. Her reaction was almost immediate. With one hand planted firmly on the mattress, the other hand grabbed my hair, digging her nails into my scalp as she pulled me into her wet pussy. Her hips moved in earnest now, fucking my face, almost savage in her need, consumed in her arousal. I used the fingers of my right hand to rub her clit, as I thrust my tongue in and out of her. My tongue was like a miniature, highly mobile cock that would enter, move the entire length of her slit, and withdraw, dragging her distended lips out a bit, before plunging back in and repeating the process.

"Fuck me with your tongue ... don't stop, please ... I'm umming ... yes ... NOW ... I'm commmmmmminggggggg ..... nowwwwwwwwwwwww." Her legs snapped closed around my head, and she thrust her hips up at me. With her hips clear of the bed it was all I could do to grab her ass and hold her tight against my mouth as my tongue was still buried within her. I felt the walls of her pussy spasm around my tongue, and could taste the juice that flowed from her. When her climax had run its course she loosened her legs and fell back onto the bed, an arm thrown across her eyes. As she relaxed, I slipped myself from between her legs and slid her now soaked panties down her legs. I rose to my feet and crawled over her, kissing her throat, her cheeks and the cleft formed between her breasts.

"God, Rick ... I feel lightheaded and wonderful."

I let her lie there awhile, then traveled a little lower so I could nuzzle the inside of her breasts where they were exposed from the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were erect and showed through the material. I took one in my mouth and bit down gently. This brought her out of her reverie and she leaned up on her elbows. She reached forward to release the clasp of her bra with one hand and the material parted. the halter fell to the sides, revealing the remarkable expanse of her breasts. My various prognostications concerning her breasts were not ill founded. They were amazingly firm, but pleasantly pliant to my lips. They flowed under my tongue and hands as I tried to satisfy my personal fetish for them. Her hand rested on my shoulder as I licked and sucked on her hard nipples. I reluctantly left her tits to kiss her deeply, our tongues wrestling in our mouths.

"Please, Rick ... I really need to be fucked. Put that cock inside of me", Susan comanded.

I moved up and forward, placing my arms on the outside of her shoulders and lifted myself above her. With my weight on my arms I hung there, suspended over her as she reached down into the waistband of my shorts, pulling the material down and over my hips. My hard cock hovered over her stomach as she slid her fingers up and down its length, pulling it down so the swollen head brushed against the sparse dark hair of her cunt.

"God ... you're so fucking hard ... and large ... ", she gasped

I rolled off and quickly removed the rest of my clothing. Remembering how she looked earlier, standing in the doorway, I lowered my weight and grabbed her hands, stretching them out above her head. As it had done earlier, this exercise lifted her tits, tightening them on her chest. I bent down to consume her breasts with my mouth, wanting to taste all of their wonder.

I slid my stiff member over her pussy. With each stroke, her juices would cover the swollen, hungry red tip of my cock. Several times, the head slipped into her cunt, but I would pull it out, and continue rubbing myself between her cunt-lips. With her hands held above her head she was helpless to do anything about it, and started thrusting her hips off the bed, trying to capture me inside of her. Her frustration mounted as I let my full weight rest on her, my cock trapped between our bodies. I contracted my muscles, making my dick throb against her stomach.

"Oh, Christ ... put it in me ... please. I want to feel it throb like that inside of me", she moaned, but I continued teasing her, wondering how long it would be before I reached my breaking point. It was approaching fast, and I knew that. Susan began struggling against me, trying to free her arms. I didn't want to hurt her by gripping her wrists too strongly so I simply let go, freeing her hands, which she quickly moved between our bodies. She grabbed my cock she stroked it several times, squeezing me hard. The pressure of her grip was delicious. It was my turn to moan.

"Hold still", she said, and lined me up with her dripping pussy. Pushing her hips off the bed she impaled herself on my dick in one smooth, fluid motion. I felt like screaming at the pleasure of the first contact of full penetration, and let my weight drop down onto her, firmly burying myself inside her dripping wet pussy. I started slow deep thrusts into her hole as she wrapped her legs around me, grabbed my ass and pulled me as deep into her as was possible. I soon picked up on the rhythm she had establish. She didn't necessarily want it fast, but she wanted it hard and deep. My pelvis would slam against her clit with each stroke and she would exhale a grunt of satisfaction.

"I can't believe how turned on I am", Susan panted. "I'm close to coming again ... so close ... so soon."

My arms surrounding her, I reared back on my knees, pulling her hips with me, keeping her impaled on my dick. Gradually, I quickened the pace, pushing and pulling her hips back and forth, literally dragging her body along my length.

"I love watching you cum ... Susan ... I want to see you cum again. Tell me what you want."

"Harder ... Rick, fuck me harder. Bury yourself in me ... fuck me!", she screamed as her hands reached up above her head grabbing at the headboard. I slammed myself into her forcefully, holding my cock inside her for a moment, then pulled back to slam into her again.

"Yes ... yes ... now faster, now fuck me ... faster", she yelled

I pistoned in and out of her as fast as I could without running the risk of sliding out of her completely, or bringing on my orgasm too quickly.

"Just like that Rick, just like that .... OH ... FUCKKKKKKKK ...YESSSSSSSSSS!"

She thrashed beneath me for several minutes, reveling in her release. Her hair flew wildly around her face as she alternately drove her ass off the mattress and froze with her back arched and only her shoulders still making contact with the bed. Her bra still hung partially from her shoudlers, one strap falling down her arm.

Because my legs were tiring, I had to move to a different position. Unfortunately, this meant pulling out of the tight, wet haven of her pussy. I rolled over onto my back and she got up to straddle my waist. She trailed her pussy over my stomach and I could feel her drip on my abdomen. My cock was twitching in anticipation as I desperately wanted to be inside her again. I held my cock up straight so she could slide down over it, which she did, both of us moaning as we felt our hips make contact. It only got better as she began to move herself up and down on top of me. The view was truly spectacular. I watched almost awestruck as this amazing body bounced and her breasts moved joyfully. I almost came it when she reached up to grab one with her left hand, the erect nipple poking out between her fingers.

"Oh, God ... I love this", I moaned.

"So ... do ... I", she cried smiling down at me. She released her breast and ran her hand through her dark hair, pushing it back. I found something about the sight of her temple, as her hand pushed the hair back, incredibly erotic and I slammed my hips up to her. She seemed to like that and leaned over me, placing her hands on either side of my arms, remaining stationary like that so that I could slam in and out of her to my heart's content. With each stroke, her breasts would sway with the contact, they were inches from my face and I raised up to get my mouth on them again.

"Yes ... Rick ... suck my nipples ... like that ... yes", she moaned. I had found a rhythm she liked. Susan started rubbing her clit for additional stimulation.

"God ... Rick ... that's it ... that's it ... keep your mouth on my tit. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A pulsating orgasm screamed through her again. Unable to resist the pounding pleasure of her climax she rose above me, pulling her nipple from my mouth and riding out the intense wave of her release. She seemed to cum for a long time, and the sight of her orgasm was so wonderful that I was afraid to move, afraid that anything more than the sights and sounds of her cumming would bring me off. As I regained my composure I began thrusting up into her again, holding her hips in my hands. This set off another series of earthquakes for the stunning woman who was "fucking me into oblivion".

"Oh, fuck ... YESSSSS .... I'm coming again. God ... Rick, your cock feels so good in me. Keep fucking me ... please ... YESSSS, again .... again ... YEAHHHHHHHH!"

I watched as her eyes shut tight, her mouth opened and another scream of passionate climax excaped her mouth. I was so hungry for this women, so hungry to see her cum again and again that I couldn't get enough. I reached around to grab her ass, pulling her as tightly to me as I could as our public bones grinding against one another. Her breathing became heaving gasps, before she collapsed backwards, her head resting on me, her back arched, my cock still firmly planted in her pussy. I bent forward at the waist and took her hands in mine. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing came in ragged pants. She looked totally wiped out. My eyes were riveted to her heaving breasts, now slick with her perspiration and the moisture from my tongue. I watched her relax a bitand her position bent my cock forward and it was getting a little uncomfortable.

As I slid out of her she moaned in protest, but kept her eyes closed. I repositioned myself so I was lying beside her. I looked down at her as my eyes took inventory of the orgasmically wracked body lying beside me. Her hair was wildly disheveled, her lips parted, her tongue darted out quickly to lick her upper lip. Her nipples were still incredibly erect, her hand lay on her stomach and her hips seemed to twitch involuntarily on occasion. I could see the moist lips of her pussy and the insides of her thighs were slick with her juices. I couldn't resist the urge to reach down and stroke my bloated, swollen cock several times. That's when she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What are you doing?", she asked teasingly.

"Just looking at you."

"Do you like what you see?"

"Very, very much", I responded.

She reached down to take over, her hand rubbing my cock, moving her fist up and down my length.

"Am I responsible for this?" she asked, still the coy tone in her voice.

"Absolutely...", I answered.

She leaned forward to lick my chest while she continued to stroke me. I felt the cum churning in my balls as she quickly dove to my cock, taking it completely in her mouth, swallowing me to the hilt.

"Oh ... fuck ... Susan .... ", I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down my rigid shaft.

She took my cock out of her mouth. She hold it softly in her hand asked, "Don't you want to come, baby?"

"Yes ... please ... Susan, make me come ... I can't hold back for very much longer ...", I stammered.

But instead of continuing ... she let my red, swollen cock go and put her hands on my chest.

"You were fantastic", she said, "I don't remember ever having orgasms like that before. They were ... they were ... consuming. I want you to come for me, but I need to do this ... wait here", she whispered, and got off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

I lay there waiting, dong nothing. I didn't here any noise coming from the bathroom and she was gone for several minutes. My throbbing cock began to soften as I waited for her return. The bathroom door open and she walked over, joining me on the bed. She held something in her hands and placed it on the floor to the left side of the bed. I didn't know what it was. When I reached for her she pulled away.

"Rick ... I need you to do this for me. We've got all night. That is if you want to stay ... but I need you to do a favor for me."

"Whatis it?", I asked, : ... anything."

"Sit over there", she said, pointing to a chair against the wall to the right of the bed.

I reluctantly got up off the bed, more than a little curious, and much more than a little frustrated.

When I was seated, she rolled onto her side facing me. "Whatever happens you have to try not to touch yourself. Is that all right?"

"All right", I said. I followed her eyes as she looked at my cock which now lay limply between my legs.

Once I was seated in the chair she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs, arched her back, thrust her magnificent tits into the air, slowly moved her hands across their swollen nipples, down her stomach and plying her fingers through the brown swatch of her pubic hair. She turned her head to face me.

"How do I look?", she asked.

"Fantastic ... Susan", I said, feeling my cock begin to stir against my leg.

"Do you think I'm sexy, Rick?", she asked as her fingers moved more quickly and more urgently inside her pussy, applying pressure to her clit.

"Yes ... Susan ... I think you're very sexy."

"Do you think I'm desirable?", she asked, thrusting her hips off the bed while she fucked her hand.

"Yes ... Susan, I think you're very desirable", I answered with great difficulty. So, this was what it was about. I understood. I could do this for her ... no problem. Remembering her instructions I concentrated on keeping my hands away from my now fully erect cock as it stood straight and hard from between my thighs. She looked at my bulging prick as it reared up impatiently.

"MMMmmmmmmmmm .... oh, yeah ... you're hard for me again. Do you want me Rick? Do you want to fuck me again?", she asked as she reached down beside the bed and pulled up what she had brought in from the bathroom. It was some container of oil which she proceeded to squirted on her chest, her stomach and she started rubbing the oil over her body, finally moving her hands to her cunt.

"You know I do", I moaned, "I've wanted to fuck you since I met you at the club. I spent most of dinner staring at your tits, wondering what it would be like to hold them in my hands, wondering about the color of your bra."

Susan's breathing became ragged again and I could hear the slurp as she slide her finger into her cunt, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her intensity grew as the oil lubricated her entire pubic area.

"As you got into my car I saw the back of your legs, your great ass in that black skirt and wanted to grab you. I wanted my hands all over you", I continued. "I saw you cross your legs and I imagined running my fingers up that skirt, finding out whether your pussy was as hot and tight as I imagined. When we started, standing in the doorway, I desperately wanted to slide my cock up you from behind and feel your ass slap against my thighs ... Susan ... I'm going to have to stroke myself ... I have to get off ..." With that I reached down, grabbing my cock, squeezing it in my fist, but being careful not to go too far. When she saw my hand ... when she saw that I was jacking off ... looking at her ... she became incredibly turned on. She stromed her oil soaked cunt and exploded in another orgasm.

"Fuck ... yeah ... Rick .... I'm coming .... yes ... yes ... this is so hot .... GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Her hand moved very fast on her pussy, her ass cleared the mattress with each thrust of her hips as she drove herself into a frenzy, screaming ecstatically. Her slick body writhed on the bed as she held her pussy in both hands, her slick breasts bounced erotically while she stared at my engorged prick the entire time.

When her climax finally subsided she looked in my eyes. "Get over here", she said quietly.

I got up from the chair and hurried to her.

"It's your turn now ... Rick. Whatever you want ... do whatever you want. I want to get you off. I want to make you cum ... I don't care ... Any way you want ... What is your pleasure? Cum on me ... cum in me ... I don't care ... whatever you want."

Staring with her heaving breasts, shinny, moist with her perspiration, slick with oil, it was an easy decision for me to make. I smiled down at her as I straddled her waist. I grabbed the headboard, holding myself slightly suspended above her as I started to slide my cock around her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my dick. She caught on quickly, taking my stiff prick in her hand for a brief stroke before placing me between those beautiful, slippery tits.

"C'mon Rick ... cum for me ... fuck my tits ... cover them with cum. I want to watch your cum explode out of you."

I could tell that this wasn't going to take very long. I felt my balls recoil violently as my orgasm approached.

"God ... Susan ... I'm going to cum soon ... "

"Do it ... cum for me", she said, urgency in her voice. She wrapped her tits more tightly around my shaft. As the head of my cock emerged from between her breasts she stuck her tongue out to meet it. Although she never made contact, the sight of her mouth was the last straw.

"Yes ... Susan .... yeah ... now ... here it comes .... NOWWWWW!", I yelled.

I remember trying hard to hold in all in. She had worked me into such a frenzy that the first volley was almost painful. My cum hurtled out of the end of my cock like a bottle rocket going off. The first blast hit her lips and streamed down her throat. She moaned as she brought me out from between her tits and pulled my cock into her mouth. susan sucked the cum from my throbbing cock as I rubbed the juice that oozed from the corners of her mouth, wiping the side of her face and rubbing it into her hair.

I must have blasted her five or six times and she couldn't drink it all. Cum covered the both of us, pools of my semen gathered on her tits and in her cleavage as she grinned up at me triumphantly. There was no more to give and my cock convulsed between her fingers. Finally I simply had to collapse beside her oily, slippery, wonderful body.

She ran her fingers through the cum that layered her entire upper body, moaning contentedly as I tried to catch my breath. "God ... Rick", she laughed. "That was fantastic"

"You're unbelievable", I finally managed to say chokingly, "you may not have a job or a home, but you're a great fuck."

Susan laughed and kissed me gently.

"How about a shower?", she asked.

"I think I'm going to need a couple of showers."

"Care to join me for the first one?", she whispered, stroking my limp cock.

As we rose to head into the bathroom, my knees trembled slightly.

"Are you O.K.?", Susan asked, half chuckling.

"Yeah ... fine", I answered. I'm holding up all right for a man who's just been fucked into oblivion."

Susan held onto my cock and led me to the shower.




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