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   Mary and Susan

   Chapter Two

   By Ron





   A week after my encounter with Mary on the couch, Susan, her mother, and
I were talking about me moving in on a permanent basis.  I looked forward
to it in a lot of ways but remained concerned about my attraction to her
daughter.  I suppose it showed because she asked me what was wrong.

   I couldn't just come out and tell her I fingerfucked her cute little
girl to an outrageous orgasm on the couch.  I wanted to be able to walk out
of her living room with my nuts still attached to my body, not tastefully
displayed in a frame on her wall.  I'd thought of how I could broach the
most forbidden of subjects over the last week, but had come up against
nothing but horrifying obstacles.  One was spending the rest of my life
getting buggered in prison.  Another was having my voiced raised an octave
along with a funny walk and not being able to shower in a public place
again without having to answer a lot of personal questions.  Or, at the
worst, becoming the star attraction at a funeral and traditional wake that
not even my own mother would be able to attend in good conscience.  All the
imaginable outcomes were filled with scenarios of me not having a good day.


   Susan looked at me with a quizzical smile and flat out asked, "Now look,
if there is something wrong you need to talk about or just get out in the
open with me, come out with it. Have I been a good lover for you?  You have
been for me.  Is it the usual fear of commitment that men have when
thinking about a long term relationship?  Is it money?  We both make enough
to be comfortable.  Together we could do pretty well.  Does having a child
to care for worry you?  I've seen you two together and you're quite capable
of being a father to Mary.  She respects you and looks up to you, you know.
Come on, what could be holding you back?"

   OH SHIT!  The worst thing to have to hear.  She wanted the dead level
truth and I knew she saw right through me in conversations like this.  Any
hedging or hiding would result in her pressing until I came out with it. 
It had happened a few times before when I had something inside that was
worrying me but didn't want to look at, much less let it out in the open
for anyone else's view.  Not just her view but anyone's.  In those times
she coaxed it out, bit by bit, until enough was out to make me realize I
could put all my trust in her and expose myself and any problems I had to
her.  It wasn't always comfortable and I spent a couple times crying on her
shoulder to release the pain I'd held inside.  But after I got honest with
myself and with her, the problem seemed to ease off until I could look at
it square in the face and accept myself for what, and who, I was.

   I said to her, "It isn't money or the loss of freedom I had as a
bachelor.  I am falling in love with you more each day.  Spending all my
time with you is something I look forward to.  My life alone looks pretty
empty in hindsight after these last few months.  I will admit the thought
of permanent arrangements scare the hell out of me.  That can't be too much
of a surprise, it scares anyone who is truly serious about another.

   "As for you being my lover, well, you are a great lover!  I've
experienced a level of prolonged passion with you I didn't know I could
have.  You are always willing to try another way of pleasuring us together.
You're very patient with me.  I know I'm not a very playful person, I never
have been.  I've only 'played' brain games.  In bed, I don't know how to
just play like a little kid.  I'm always so serious!  Has this been a
problem for you?"

   "No, not really.  At first I saw your hesitance just a lack of risk
taking.  Then I saw it as a seriousness in finding what I liked you to do
for me.  That's ok.  I like it in its own way.  In time I'm sure you'll get
used to me and get better at the sheer fun of playfulness.  But that isn't
the question here is it?  There's something else underneath that stubborn
mantle that's bothering you. I can see it in your posture and expression.
Maybe it's too much for you right now but it's going to come out sometime.
It has to come out sooner or later or it'll just fester in its
secretiveness.  I will not tolerate that at all.  Having something blocking
our relationship is not a healthy thing to have hanging over you or over
me.

   "Now, what do you want to do about it?  Hide inside yourself or get it
out on the open? I'll wait if I have to but I won't wait forever.  I want
to go for everything with you.  I'm not concerned about the length of time
I spend with you but I will have everything from you as long as it lasts.
You'll always have everything from me.  Do you hear what I'm saying here?
All or nothing for both of us.  Maybe you can't face it today but face it
you will, sooner or later.  But don't expect me to hang on forever.  The
sooner we get past this block the sooner we can get on to other things.  No
impediments, no holds barred."

   My respect for Susan got another boost hearing her talk in earnest about
us.  And about me.  I started to feel like a real shit not letting it out.
But my fears just wouldn't allow it.  Now I was in a real pickle and that
was for sure.  The age old adversaries of fear and trust.

   I held her hand and said, "I hear what you are saying.  No holds barred,
no holding back. But I just can't get past my own fears right now.  I ask
for your patience in this for a little longer. I'm not ready to look at it
yet.  Let me stew on it for a couple days to work up the nerve to let it
all out.  You've watched me in the past weeks let out more and more in
talking with you.  It's been difficult on more than one occasion and I have
felt better about the problem and even better about myself after I finally
let go the discomfort of talking about some of the deepest parts of myself.
It's not easy for me.  I do give everything I have but it's not very
comfortable sometimes.  Some things about myself I haven't looked at for a
long time.  Getting at them is hard.  You have been patient and I can't
tell you how much I respect the strength of your patience.  It's a lovely
part of you."

   She sat silent for a few moments then replied, "Thanks for sharing that
much with me.  It looked hard for you to get it out.  To admit your
feelings of fear and almost tell me you can't fully trust in me yet.  I
heard it.  The part about not being comfortable with some parts of yourself
is understandable.  Everyone has parts they don't want to talk about. 
Parts of themselves they're not proud of or not comfortable with.  I have
them too, you know.  I just haven't let them out.  Some I may not even know
about on the surface.  They're buried in me too.  Sometimes I get weird
feelings about you.  Some things that have happened to me in the past have
been coming to the surface since you've been with me.  I haven't shared
them with you yet.  I haven't straightened them out in myself yet.  I
suppose it's unfair to tell you that I haven't shared with you everything
about myself while I'm asking you to get it all out for me to see and hear.
We can work out anything together, ok?  When the time comes we'll get it
all out.  I hope you can have patience with me too in this."

   She had secrets too?  Boy was she ever good at keeping it out of sight.
I never suspected she had things about her she didn't want out in the open
yet.  A softness for her kindled in my heart once again as it seemed to do
more and more often in the past few weeks.

   "Well, we seem to have a lot in common, don't we?" I smiled at the
shared secretiveness.

   "If we didn't have a lot in common I wouldn't have let you in my home or
bed.  And I like both of them.  So don't feel you have to fear
recrimination or rejection from me just because you have things inside you
don't think I want to hear about.  If you just share them with me, I'm sure
I will listen with a forgiving heart.  And an open heart.  Keep that in
mind as you think about what you want to share with me and when you want to
share it.  Are you comfortable with that?"

   "I've seen your forgiving heart, Susan.  It's wonderful to feel your
love and patience, and forgiveness that I haven't even felt the need to ask
for.  I will give thought to what you've said here.  You're in my heart."

   She softened her look even more, if that was possible, and put a gentle
kiss on my lips which I returned in kind.

   Mary came out of the kitchen about this time and giggled at us.  I
thought she was getting used to finding us kissing on the couch.  We did it
often enough.

   She looked at me and gave me a little smile, sort of like a Mona Lisa
smile where she had just found out she was pregnant, or just found out she
wasn't.  A smile ripe with feeling and emotion.  I returned a grin but
little more could I allow.  It made me wonder how much 'exploring' she'd
done in the last week.  Damn, I had to get off this track and do it right
now.

   "Did you get your homework done there, champ?"

   A funny change of expression crossed her face and after a short
hesitation she said, "Yeah, it wasn't hard.  Easy stuff really.  Just a
page of Math and some reading."

   Susan said, "It's getting a little late, dear.  How about taking an
early bath and come back down for some TV or part of a movie before
bedtime?"

   "Oh, come on Mom.  I won't stay up late and you know I always get to bed
on time.  Well, almost all the time."

   "You do at that.  So give me a kiss and head upstairs for a bath.  I'll
see you when you get back down, darling." Susan reached out and give Mary a
kiss on the cheek and patted her behind as she headed toward the stairs.

   Mary turned and gave me a look, skipped back to the couch and surprised
me with a chaste kiss on the cheek, turned quickly and ran up the stairs.

   Susan gazed at her daughter lovingly as she turned the corner toward the
bedroom.  "She certainly seems smitten by you, doesn't she?  Giving you a
kiss on the cheek is not something she gives out for everyone.  When she
was little she had to be around a person, even my parents, for a couple
days before she would show any physical affection.  So giving you a kiss is
something you should treasure."

   I did treasure it.  It was lovely.

   I responded, "Really?  She doesn't kiss everyone?  I'm a little
surprised by that, being your daughter." I hoped only the intended meaning
came out.  "You kiss splendidly.  Want to see if you have what it takes to
pass on those abilities?" With that I reached out and caressed Susan's
cheek. She got a dreamy look and scooted close and wrapped her arms around
my neck.

   "Maybe I'll have to demonstrate that I do have what it takes.  As for
Mary, she can't help inheriting my lips and my love of kissing a gorgeous
hunk of manhood like yourself.  Come over here and get your just desserts!"
she commanded.

   I could only obey.



   After Mary was sent to bed Susan and I showered together and toweled
each other off luxuriantly.  The feeling of taking care of each other's
body needs like this always intensified the closeness.  And got our skin
ready for the evening's delights.

   That night in bed I went farther with Susan than I had before.  I
started to let out some of my desire for more intense love-making.  It was
a risk but I had to start letting myself go unbridled if I wanted to go
after everything with her.

   "Susan, have you ever tried some of the more exotic forms of pleasure?"

   She gave me a quizzical look and asked, "Well, I'm not sure what you
mean by that so I'd have to refrain from answering until you tell me what
you have in mind."

   Well, here it goes.  "Have you ever tried something kinky like light
bondage or getting tied up?  How about a touch of discomfort, you know,
like spanking or anything?" I asked.

   She got a funny look on her face and told me, "I tried it once but I
felt so vulnerable.  As for hitting, there's no way that I could do that.
How could I make you feel pain to feel pleasure? I've never even thought of
it.  I always imagined it like in gay bar or something.  You know, rather
sleazy."

   I wanted to try anything to get myself all the way out in the open. 
Either it was a serious thing or it wasn't.  "No, it's not like that at
all. Well, it can be.  But almost anything you could come up with could be
sleazy in a sleazy environment.  With us together we could do some things
like that to experience the vulnerability.  Being tied up is something I've
done a couple times. Weird at first but kind of enjoyable.  But I have done
some spanking during sex.  It wasn't all that bad.  It did intensify my
climax.  I don't know how that works but it does."

   She thought a moment and said, "I'm willing to try it if I can feel safe
about it.  What do you propose?"

   I was ecstatic.  Just what I wanted to hear.  "Tonight, I want to spank
you.  It won't be hard and you can always stop if you don't feel safe.  We
can do it with you on top and me spanking you during sex.  Or I can spank
you before to get your body excited.  Especially if I use my fingers on
your clit at the same time.  How does that sound?"

   "That sounds exciting in a way.  I still don't know about what it would
feel like but I'll give it a try."

   With the risks in front of us we went for it.  I would have to tell her
how to do things until she felt comfortable about the sensations and erotic
arousal a good spank could give.

   "Now I want you to lie on the bed face down.  Just to get started.  I am
going to spank your backside young lady, and get you ready for me.  This is
going to hurt a little at first but if you can hold out for a bit, you'll
like it in the end." She flipped over and my eyes drank in the vulnerable
ass cheeks presented to me.  I sat down near her hips and massaged her
butt. The muscles relaxed from their tenseness as I kneaded my fingers in
their softness.  "Ok, her it goes. Just lightly at first, but as you get
used to the idea, I want you to ask for more.  You have to ask me for more
if you want to do this right.  Are you ready?"

   Her head nodded but her butt tensed up a little at the thought then
slowly relaxed.  I raised my palm and came down on her flesh.  Smack.  A
little one that wriggled the skin and softness underneath.  Than a few
more. SMACK SMACK, SMACK!  Each one a little harder than the last. They
caused her body to jump a little and raise her butt up allowing a better
target each time.

   I asked her, "How was that?  Did it hurt too much?"

   She turned her head toward me saying, "No, that wasn't bad at all.  Just
how hard can it get before it hurts?"

   "Come up here on my lap and I'll show you." I pulled a chair next to the
bed to sit on.

   She raised her hips off the bed and got up.  She stood over me and put
her hands on the bed jutting her butt out over my legs.  "Go ahead and lay
over my legs.  Then I'll give you a better spanking.  And I can feel your
body at the same time.  Push yourself out towards my knees.  There, just
like that.  Now I can get to your slit."

   I reached between my legs and slid under her hips with my hand feeling
the hair tickle my fingers as I approached my target.  When my fingers
touched her skin it was soaking wet.  My previous treatment of her butt had
got her heated up alright.  Now to get her up on the edge.  The fingers of
my other hand massaged the skin again then kneaded down into the butt
muscles relaxing them and giving me a thrill at the same time.  I hadn't
really gotten this serious in touching her butt before.  Just the usual
touches and strokes when she was on top of me.  Now it was exposed for my
every touch.  It was wonderful.

   Time for more.  "Now I'm going to give a few more light ones then some
harder ones.  If it gets to be too much, let me know.  If you want
something special, tell me and you'll get it." I raised my hand.

   Hard down it went.  SPANK!  The flesh jiggled.  Again, SMACK!  Then one
for each side. SMACK SPANK.  Each one moved flesh and raised reddened marks
in their wake.  She writhed under the blows.

   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!.  Three rapidly together.  More.  SPANK SPANK
SPANK.

   I pressed my other hand into her slit and flicked her clit a few times.
Each touch made her butt jump.  I took advantage and layed a spank down.  A
flick of the clit and up she raised, down came my hand, SMACK!  Then a
flick on her clit.  Up she came, down I came, SPANK!  Moans and groans came
from her.  Her butt started to turn a deeper pink.

   SMACK flick SPANK rub, moan.  At least fifty smacks with my hand and
harder rubbing on her clit brought gasps and moans rising in tone and
passion.  I was getting close to really getting her off big time.

   SMACK SMACK SMACK my hand slapped down.  Louder groans.  Then she
started to shiver a little.  It was time.

   SMACK SPANK SPANK SMACK went my hand as my fingers ground her clit hard
into and around her pussy.  Her moaning stopped for a moment.  I pinched it
and twirled it hard.  Very fast and hard: SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK.  She
started to yelp and then she came hard . Really hard!  Leg flailing,
yowling, back archingly hard!

   "YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!  UHHH UNHHH UNHH UHH UHH HUHHN"

   Her body collapsed across my legs as her juices flowed freely around my
fingers, I let them wriggle around her slit for a few moments.

   She turned her head to me and gave me an evil grin growling, "Get your
ass down here, now!"

   The Command in her voice got me moving.  Untangling her legs from mine I
got up and sat down on the bed as Susan got up and jumped on me crushing me
down to the bed under her weight.  Her lips came down on mine and mashed my
lips, her tongue ramming into me, causing me to flounder for breath itself.
Holy shit, what had I unleashed?

   "Get up you!"

   She commanded, I jumped.  She slid under me and grabbed my dick and
pulled it, with me helplessly following after, right down to her pussy lips
and she rammed her hips up to my hard member.  A gentle prod on my part and
it slipped gently into her entrance.

   Susan shocked me now.  "Damn it, GET IN!"

   With that she grabbed my butt, pulling the cheeks apart, and rammed me
down into her.

   "Now give me all you've got!  I want it so hard and fast you won't be
able to stay on top."

   My God, I'd created a monster.  This one in big girl's clothes.  Or lack
thereof.

   I rammed into her as deep as I could and pulled back to ram it into her
again.  Over and over.  I got used to the timing and position and sped my
ramming thrusts up to a fast tempo.  So fast and hard I could hardly get a
breath.  All my efforts were concentrated on pounding her pussy faster,
harder while hanging on for dear life.  Her moans started right off.  Like
I'd never heard her make.  To hear such sounds so early in our lovemaking
was not the norm.  But I didn't have the time to think any further than
that.  She wanted me to give her everything I had.  I'd better start doing
more and thinking a lot less.

   Groans turned to loud moans.  Then into squeals.  Then snarls.  She
raised her head and put her mouth on my shoulder and bit.  I yelped.  "Ow,
that hurt."

   "Keep up the prick action or you'll feel more than that!  Now get it
going!" she snarled.

   I could feel movement in her hands as they scraped hard up my and back
toward my ass. Then a curious loss of contact with her hands.  Suddenly I
felt it.  SPANK!  A loud stinging pop hit my ass and my ears at the same
time.  I rammed down in reaction.  As I raised up I felt air move on my
back.  SPANK!  This one hurt!.  I rammed down and raised up then back down
hard again burying my heated cock to the hilt.  As I came up, SMACK!  It
felt great!  SPANK hump SMACK hump SLAP POP SMACK SPANK !!!

   We kept it up for a few more minutes, our moans and groans getting loud,
even to us.  The spanking kept on.  I knew I was going to be sore after
this but couldn't think of that now.

   My cum was starting up from my nuts and I growled out the feeling. 
Susan rammed up into me harder than ever before, bouncing me up from her
gushing pussy only to grip my cockhead at the top of my bounce to yank me
down into her again sliding deep into her heat.  This caused me to start
yelping as my climax started.  She felt it or heard it, I don't know, but
the next feeling I had was of half a dozen VERY hard spanks.  Nothing like
I'd ever felt before in my entire life.

   We both came so intensely we smashed our bodies together and ground
around deep into each other.  Pulling ourselves closer together we rammed
tongues in mouths, our skin rubbing and sliding in our sweat.  Her nipples
ground against my chest hairs as we laid against each other and slowly
collapsed.  With a gentle turn we lay side by side and just admired each
other.

   This was the closest we had ever gotten inside ourselves in our passion.
Shit, it was the most powerful sense of complete sexual satisfaction I'd
ever known.  We fell asleep tangled around each other smelling like a
couple cats in heat.

   Looking back, this night is what opened Susan up to forms of sexual
expression and pleasure that soon would not only impress, but outright
shock me.  That story later.



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