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Susan
by Obmuj (address withheld)
***
He found Ft. Lauderdale to be the perfect spot for a
vacation in the winter months. Luck was with him, and
he obtained a job in Miami. During this time, he met a
family, with a 19 year old daughter, who was attending
college. The family was religious, and Susan, the
daughter, wanted to find out how older men saw her. The
question of who seduced whom, is hidden in the plot of
this romantic story where a virgin becomes an older
man's love and passion. (M/F-teen, 1st, oral, rom)
***
Having completed my military obligations, I took a
position with an international firm in a Midwest city.
Within a short time I had settled into work, looking
forward to the pleasures my income could provide.
One pleasure I soon found in life was traveling to
Florida and enjoying Ft. Lauderdale's beautiful beach.
Each December I planned a week on the beach and during
my first trip to Ft. Lauderdale, I found a small motel,
The Shell, which was one building from the beach. The
couple running the motel would have a weekly cookout
for the guest, and the same people basically stayed at
the motel.
Being a few years past thirty, I was again single, and
during my annual sojourn to Florida, I was reading the
Miami paper want ads, and saw a position with a firm
that was similar to the position I held at the time.
The next day, I called the company, spoke with
personnel, this was before the stupid term of people
being an animal or something such as that, and called
"human resources." Within a few minutes I had an
interview set for the following afternoon.
For whatever the reason, I seemed to always be in the
right-place-at-the-right-time. Within a few minutes of
my interview, the assistant director of personnel, said
I was over qualified for the position I was being
interviewed for. Nuts, I thought. Then to my surprise,
I was told that the company had a position in
management that might interest me, and called the
personnel director and we walked to his office to
discuss the work.
For the next hour, I spoke with two vice presidents,
and eventually, the executive vice president of
administration, and was hired.
Within three weeks, I was living in Florida, and
decided to stay in the motel in Ft. Lauderdale until
the place I was moving into in Kendall Lakes was
finished. The manager of the motel said I could have
the motel room for a reduced monthly rate, and I jumped
at the chance to stay where I knew some of the people.
During the past three years, I had become friends with
a family from Tennessee, who had two daughters, and at
the time they were sixteen and eight. The family,
except the father, would stay at the motel during the
summer for a month. During the winter, they stayed from
Christmas through New Year.
The oldest daughter, Suzanne Marie, but was called
Susan, was nineteen and attending Bob Jones University
in Greenville, SC. Susan was a tall young girl, even at
sixteen she informed me, and now stood an inch or so
short of six feet. She was a dark-haired beauty, and
highly religious, as were the other members of her
family. The father and mother had always been friendly
with me, and we spoke at length about my work on many
occasions.
This year the family arrived the day after Christmas,
and two days later, which was Saturday, I was setting
in a lounge chair enjoying the sunlight, and the warmth
of the Sun. When I heard someone, speak, I opened my
eyes and heard Susan asking me, "You sure are tanned
for this time of the year."
After we talked for a few minutes, I informed Susan
about taking a position with a company in Miami. For
the next hour we enjoyed speaking and then her parents
and young sister walked over. Again I discussed my
working in Miami, and Dale, the father, was impressed,
as he was the president of his own firm, and understood
my work
After another hour, I said I needed to walk up the
street and get a bite to eat. Susan asked if she could
go with me as she was also hungry. I replied, "That
would be nice, but I'm only going for a sandwich and
soup." "That will be fine, but do you mind if I get my
beach cover-up?"
The two of us walked up the street and stopped at a
hangout enjoyed by the younger crowd, and inside, I
ordered a beer with my food. "Would you like a beer,
Susan," I asked? Smiling at me, Susan said it was
against her religion for her to drink, and besides, she
would likely get drunk as she had never tasted beer,
nor did her father drink.
As we enjoyed our lunch, and I was on my second beer,
we discussed my divorce, and Susan spoke of busting up
with her long time boyfriend, Chuck. They were high
school sweethearts, and both were at Bob Jones. It
became a real hassle between us, as he was constantly
wanting to have sex, and he knew my beliefs about
waiting until I was married for sex. And we had only
been back at school a week when he called me names, and
we busted up.
**
For the next few days, Susan and I would enjoy the
evenings and her parents were glad she had someone who
would spend time with her. One night we took her sister
with us, and it was fun to walk around the beach area
streets with the two girls. It was during the
seventies, and times were not as hostile as they are
today about drinking, so the girls could enter the bars
with me, although Susan was old enough to drink since
turning eighteen.
The following Saturday, I was setting at the edge of
the motel pool, with my feet hanging in the water
speaking with Dale and Marie, Susan's parents. For the
next several minutes we spoke, and then Dale said he
needed to go to the airport and catch a flight home.
The parents left, and after a short time, Susan and I
decided to drive down and see the place that was being
built, I was waiting to move into.
After arriving back at the motel, we parted company and
planned on meeting around seven to go out to eat. That
evening we had dinner, and afterwards walked the
streets, going into one bar after the other, until we
hit the main bar at the Holiday Inn. Susan surprised me
and asked, "Can I have a beer?"
The look on Susan's face as she tasted beer for the
first time made me laugh. That evening, we danced, and
being five-seven, it was great to see how the younger
guys watched us together. Susan was what was referred
to as a "big-boned" girl, and she was not fat, but just
a large girl. When we walked back to the Shell Motel,
Susan reached over and took my hand in hers. I was
surprised but did not consider the act romantic.
Sunday arrived, and the day was strange, an overcast
sky, few people around the pool, yet I felt extremely
upbeat as I sat down to read the Sunday Miami Herald.
Most of the guest had left for the trip home because of
the start of the New Year. Susan looked at me and asked
if I would walk down the beach with her. Finally, Susan
and I, were at the far reach of the beach, and Susan
asked if we could set down.
The place we chose to set at was where some beach
rental umbrellas and chairs were stacked, and they were
placed in such a manner to make a windbreak, and afford
privacy. The units were actually placed so they formed
a four-sided enclosure, and unless one was looking,
would not have found the entrance to the interior open
area. Susan had planned on getting us each a chair from
the stack of chairs, but she looked and found the small
chamber the chairs and umbrellas created by the method
they were stored.
Asking me to follow her inside the chamber, we sat down
on the sand and enjoyed the fact that the wind was
blocked by the items. For perhaps fifteen minutes we
sat side-by-side, and Susan then stood and unwrapped
the towel from around her waist, and spread it on the
ground, and asked me to do the same with my towel that
I had carried to the beach.
Susan lay down on the towels and asked me to join her,
and we were somewhat close together, yet I made certain
not to lay with my body touching hers. When I felt her
hand reach over and take mine in hers, I wondered what
was happening? Especially as we were far apart in age,
and her religious beliefs were strong.
Perhaps a minute passed, if that, and Susan turned onto
her side and rolled against my body. To my complete
surprise, her leg was soon laying on my legs, and her
arm moved until it was laying on my chest and her hand,
still holding mine, was against the side of my head.
Her lips moved and lightly touched mine and I was
completely in disbelief as this girl was evidently
coming onto me, and at her own insistence, with no
action on my part. I understood what she was doing, and
yet I was taken back by the boldness of Susan when I
felt her move my hand onto her breast.
"I've never been with a man, and have only had dates
with a few guys, and Chuck made me so mad after we got
to college. I want you to make love to me, and I..."
Susan started to say, then she fell silent.
I looked at her face, and saw her eyes were shut, and I
tried to understand what was going on, and moreover,
what was she thinking. Her was a teenage girl, very
pretty, tall, with a large frame to her body, and she
was offering me her virginity. Never in my wildest
dreams could I have thought this would happen.
I slipped my right hand under the top of her bathing
suit, and other than a slight movement of modesty
telling her she mustn't allow me to touch her in an
intimate manner, even if she had initiated the action.
Susan did not hinder my hand from seeking out her
breast, and I was amazed at the feeling of her hard
nipple against the palm of my hand. Whatever her
nipples were like, I wanted to see them and nurse them
immediately. They seemed to be unlike any I had ever
found on a female before, and likely since..
Using my hands, I soon pulled the straps of her bathing
suit top from her shoulders, and down from her breast.
The suit had cups where her breast were covered by the
suit, but Susan had firm and large breast, at least 38-
C, and perhaps a D. They stood out from her chest in
roundness, and firmness, that I found hard to imagine.
The nipples were light brown, assuredly an inch long,
as were her areolas light brown, which were at least as
round as a silver dollar. I moved my lips down and
kissed and sucked the nipples that were so hard, they
were like wooden plugs sticking up from the slightly
raised areolas that were raised from above her full
breast. I had been with several women, and yet I had
never seen areolas that were raised above the breast as
Susan's were.
While sucking on her breast, I wondered if it was safe
to continue with the removal of Susan's one-piece
bathing suit. In just a second or two, I pulled the
suit down across her stomach, and I felt Susan raise
her hips as I eased the suit over them. I found it
necessary to set up to finish pulling the bathing suit
down over her hips, and then her legs.
Looking at the form of the nineteen-year-old dark
haired beautiful girl, I saw the hair on her mons, and
down her labia, was as dark as the hair on her head.
The pubic hair was thick and saw she must be kept busy
keeping it trimmed so it didn't escape the sides of her
bathing suit. Susan had it trimmed so it did not grow
from the area where her legs joined her torso.
After pulling the suit from her legs, I looked and saw
that Susan still had her eyes shut. I understood that
she was having trouble allowing me to be with her, even
if she had initiated the sexual contact. There was no
doubt that Susan was still a virgin, and I wanted to
kiss and lick a virgin between her legs, a first for
me. Moving my face to her stomach, I kissed her naval
lightly, and I could see her stomach tighten, and knew
she was aware of what I intended to do with my lips and
tongue.
Moving my lips slowly down to her thick patch of pubes,
I lightly kissed the black shinny strands of her
maidenhair, and then pushed her somewhat resisting legs
apart with my face. My lips pressed lightly against her
labia, which was also covered with the dark pubic hairs
of her female growth. When my lips settled on her
clitoris, I lightly opened her labia and took the small
clit between them.
I was somewhat surprised to find Susan had a small
clitoris, and when I closed my lips around it and
flipped it with my tongue, she uttered her first
sounds. I wondered what a virgin must think and feel
when a man makes oral love to her for the first time,
and has yet to have actual intercourse?
I could hear Susan inhale deeply, and she made a sound
almost like a cat hissing when it is giving a warning
sound. Her hands were on my face, yet she made no real
effort to push my face from her sex. Her desires to
experience sex was forcing her to accept my lips on her
sex. What had she thought about oral sex before now, I
remember wondering?
"Um - um, ohh," sounded from her mouth as I looked up
and saw her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was
open in an "O" shape. During the total time I was
kissing and licking her sex, Susan continued making the
hissing sounds. I immediately went back to licking and
kissing her sex, and when I felt her body start to move
in the act of seeking release, I reached down and
pulled my suit off. Keeping my lips and tongue moving
on Susan's sex was difficult as I pulled my suit off,
but I wanted to keep her built up before I moved up
over her body.
Not waiting any longer, I eased up over the prone body
of the lovely large built teenager, and my erection
found its own way to her opening. I could feel Susan
tense up as my cock touched her extremely wet opening,
and as I moved and eased just the head inside the
somewhat thick labia surrounding her vagina. Her majora
labia was thick from the juncture of her mons, to the
area where the small strip of skin, from her vulva to
her anus is located.
I eased my cock head in and out of her virgin opening,
never going past the crown until I felt her stomach
pushing up to meet my downward and inward strokes. My
lips moved to hers, and I could feel Susan kind of
resist my lips on hers, as I knew she could taste and
smell her wetness on my lips. Finally I moved my tongue
to open her lips, and was certain that this was her
first ever French kiss. Evidently Susan did not mind
the taste of her own fluids as we Frenched.
After a few moments of simple back and forth movements
of my cock head between her labia, I moved my body down
like, so my groin was now pushing my cock head so it
was striking upward as I moved in and out of her sex.
Then I decided to go all the way into her body, and as
I begin to take deeper strokes, I heard her moan out,
and felt her body pull back and knew I had just stroked
against her maidenhead. There had been no doubt on my
part that Susan was a virgin, now I knew I was correct,
her slight sound, and movement of resistance to stop
the capturing of her hymen was proof.
It was only at that moment that I realized that I was
not wearing a rubber, they were called rubbers in those
days, and I'm not sure when we made them more
acceptable and commenced referring to them as "condoms"
or "latex." I never liked pulling out of a girl or
woman when I had sex, and I knew that I wouldn't with
Susan, especially I reasoned, as it was her first and
she needed to feel the cream of a man seeping from her
sex, after her first time. Don't be moral with me, as
sex is meant to be enjoyed, and knew all the reasons
for wearing a rubber.
I was still kissing Susan and as I continued to move in
and out of her sex, I pulled my lips from hers and
asked, "Susan, do you want me to stop or go on?" Susan
did not say anything, but her arms tightened around my
neck and shoulders, and I felt her hips push upward. As
she did so, I made a quick and hard push into her
vagina. I felt a moment of resistance by her virginity,
then I felt a wetness around my penis, and knew that I
had broken through her hymen.
Susan uttered out in what assuredly was pain for her
when I took her, "OH, be easy . . . it hurts, just lay
still for a minute." Susan again asked me, Be easy - it
hurts, will you be easy, please," she spoke while I
could hear her intake of breath as I completely entered
her body, and claimed her virginity. Gently I again was
stoking in and out of her sex, and I could feel her
hands lightly pounding on my shoulders, as Susan
allowed me to again take her sexually. Within a few
minutes, I begin to ride her body in deep and strong
strokes of my cock, and allowing my pelvic bone to
strike against the fatty mons over her sex, and
striking her clit at the same time.
I could feel Susan moving her hips slightly upward as I
entered and hit against her pubic area. Could I make
her climax her first time in having sex? Moving to give
the teenager her first sexual experience as complete as
I could make it, and likely for my own ego, I worked
and tried to keep from cumming, as I wanted Susan to
come on her first time.
After perhaps a total of six or seven minutes, I could
hold back no longer, and I told Susan, "I'm cumming,
cum with me, please Susan. Cum... cum, NOW!" As I was
going off, and shooting my first load of cum, I heard
Susan whimper, "Yes!" I knew Susan was cumming, even if
only lightly, then she moved her hips upward hard and
fast, and cried out, "Oh my love!"
After I went off, I lay on the pretty girl for several
moments, and felt her sex forcing out my shrinking
penis. I could feel the wetness running from her body,
and the liquid was cool from being exposed to the air.
I sat up, and looking down. saw Susan was bleeding
rather profusely, and I must have ejaculated a larger
than normal amount of semen. The seeping of our sexual
juices was thick and Susan asked me to not look at her.
"Susan, that is one of the most wonderful things I have
ever seen, the results of our being one, is something I
want to always remember viewing, especially knowing you
gave me you virginity." With that comment, Susan turned
onto her side and curled up in a fetal position, and
commenced crying. I moved down next to her, and wrapped
my arms around her and told her how wonderful she was.
For the next five minutes or more, I listened as Susan
belittled herself for having given me her virginity.
Susan was trying to find a reason for her actions, and
her sudden change from being a young girl to that
condition of being a woman. Several times I listened as
she told how she had planned on being a virgin when she
was married. Each time these words came from her mouth,
her tears flowed more freely, and her sobs racked her
body.
Over the next ten minutes we lay side by side, and I
still believe it was Susan who started the sexual
foreplay, as she cried and told about the fact she was
no longer a virgin. I remember her hand was stroking my
now erect cock, and I had not placed her hand on it.
Finally I was fully erect, and I moved Susan onto her
back and was kissing and sucking her large nipples,
then I moved on top of her, eased her slightly
resisting legs apart, and entered her sex.
Susan uttered out that she was sore, but when I asked
her if she wanted me to stop, she didn't say anything,
but her arms reached down and her hands pulled my hips
so I was not going to escape from her welcoming body.
We had sex for a good ten minutes, and again I felt and
heard Susan climax, and shortly after she had done so,
I went off in her.
My groin and Susan's pubic areas was covered in her
blood and my semen. This caused Susan to cry out even
more, and finally I suggested we put our bathing suits
on and walk into the ocean and wash off. The air
striking us after we stepped out of the ocean was
chilling, and we found it funny and we both laughed.
Walking back to the motel, we spoke about everything
but what we had shared. As we were entering the motel
grounds, Susan asked me, "I feel so sore, and tell me,
can you tell what I have done by the way I'm walking?"
"No, and you and I should go out for dinner tonight, we
will dress up, or at least I will wear a sport coat,
and we will go to Pier 66, ok with you?" I asked.
That evening we went out to eat, and after dinner, went
up in the revolving tower and over cocktails, Susan
asked me all kinds of questions about the sex we had
shared. When I asked if she was concerned that she
might be pregnant, as I had not used a rubber, she
replied, "I would like that." That comment flipped me
back as if I had been struck with a baseball bat.
"Can we go somewhere and be alone, you know, like we
were this afternoon," Susan asked, and surprised me
with the question.
"Would you like me to get a motel room, and they may
have one here. I will check if your sure that is what
you want?"
"Yes, please," she replied, and I got up and walked to
the host stand and asked if they could connect me to
the motel desk. When I returned to the table, Susan
looked at me in a funny way, when I asked, "Should we
leave?" We walked to the motel desk, and the room was
almost two days pay, and yet I didn't care, as the girl
with me had given me her virginity, and had just asked
me, in her own way to have sex with her again.
In the room I undressed Susan, and then myself. I eased
her down onto the bed, and in a few minutes was making
oral love to her. For several minutes I performed oral
sex on Susan and when I felt her building up to climax,
I attacked her clitoris to ensure that she would never
forget how I was taking her off with my tongue and
lips.
"OH, I - EEYE!! I'M... I'M, YES! OH YES!" I listened to
the lovely teenager climax, and her body trembled for
several seconds after her climax ended. As I moved up
over her body, I looked in Susan's face and saw tears
flowing from her eyes. When I lay on her, she opened
her legs wide for me and on her own accord, and
whispered to me, "Thank you, now make love to me."
Three times we made love, then we rose and took a
shower together. When we got back to the motel, Susan
got out of my rental car on her own, and she walked
with me to stairs, then she smiled and told me, "I will
always love you, and wish we could be together, but I
know that it isn't possible?" The last part of her
sentence was said with the sound of her voice being a
question. She walked down the walkway to her motel
room, and I climbed the stairs to go to my own room.
The next day Susan and her parents had left before I
got up from bed.
**
The following December, I was checking into the Shell
for the Christmas holidays, as I needed to get out of
Miami for a few days, and had called to see if I could
get a room at the Shell. Marvin, the owner, told me I
could always get a room, even I had to sleep in their
extra bedroom. While checking in, I head someone call
my name, and turning around saw Dale walking toward the
counter. After I had signed in, gotten my room key, and
walked out with Dale, we sat down and talked for
several minutes.
I hoped that Susan would be with the family, but as we
spoke, Dale told me that Susan had gotten married, very
unexpectedly, and was the mother of twins. Dale told me
the twins, a boy and girl, were three months old, and
then he showed me their photo. The look of the children
was nothing compared to the facial expression on Dale's
face as he said., "They look like you, don't they?"
Even I could see the resemblance of the boy was like
looking in a mirror, even at the early age in the
photo. My mind returned to Susan's comment about her
possibly becoming pregnant as we were out that night
after she had given me her virginity, "I would like
that," she had said when replying about her becoming
pregnant. Evidently that is exactly what happened when
we had made love.
After a short while Dale got up and left, and turning
to look at me, commented, "You would have made a
terrific father, and son-in-law." During the remainder
of the three days, I could not get a chance to speak
with either Dale, his wife or younger daughter.
Susan if you should by chance read this, remember that
after all these years, I have never forgotten you, and
wonder to this day, why I was lucky enough to be your
first. You and I know this story to be true and the
twins are now nearly the age I was when we met.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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