From wally@gnom.com Fri Jan 10 12:14:10 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SUSAN -- Part 1 -- Another ButtBytr Original Story - ladies' comments?
From: wally@gnom.com (ButtBytr)
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 17:14:10 GMT

SUSAN...

(Part One)

by: ButtBytr (Lloyd W. Adams) - 8/96

buttbytr@ix.netcom.com
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Some of this story is true, though not much.... most of it is just a
lot of a wishful thinking.  One thing IS true, though... I DEARLY LOVE
THE FEMININE ASS!
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CHAPTER ONE..

I didn’t just pick my nickname/handle, ButtBytr, off the wall.  I
picked it ‘cause I dearly LOVE BUTTS.  Especially nice big round
BUTTS.... BUBBLE-BUTTS!!  And I’ve seen many, many of them I’d love to
byte... or at least nibble on (not to mention, hug, squeeze, caress,
fondle, lick, and kiss).  I don’t really remember just when it was
that I started admiring women’s derrieres.  I know that when I was a
liddoo kid, of around seven, or eight, I would sit in a chair in the
living room and look through the Sears catalog.  And when I got to the
women’s lingerie section, I would become mesmerized at seeing all the
women in bras and panties.  I really didn’t know what the fuck was
happening to me, butt I would get this SENSATION in my crotch... and
when I put my hand there, and rubbed, it felt soooo good!  When I
would take a bath I’d sit in the tub and wash my tiny pecker, over and
over and over again, while thinking about those ladies in the catalog.


For many years, I was a “tit-guy”...  my second grade teacher was an
old gal of about 30, with fabulous tits, that stuck waaayyyy out
there, especially when she wore a tight sweater... which was often.
To this day, over fifty years later, a set of tits will make my mouth
water and cause that SENSATION in my crotch.  I don’t spend 30 minutes
sitting in the bathtub washing my dick, anymore... butt if I did, and
anyone walked in me, I’d tell ‘em,  “Look, this is MY soap, and this
is MY dick, and I’ll wash it as fast as I want to.”  No, now I sit in
front of this screen... looking at some of the nekid ladies I have
here.  I guess I must have about 2500 on hard-drives, and another
thirty thousand, or so, on CDs.  

I still love tits, butt, when I see a woman on the street, in the
mall, or in a store, the first thing I look at is her ASS!!!  I mean,
I can walk slap-dab into a post, if my eyes are glued on a fine
lookin’ butt, as it sashays ahead of me.  I deeply admire a fine pair
of thighs, hips, and a plumpish, curvy ass.... especially one that has
really curves outward, in the back and the sides.  I would guess that
I’ve really been “into” women’s asses for about thirty years, though I
kept my preference to myself, ‘til the last couple of years.  Yep,
I’ve cum outta the closet!!!  Now, I don’t care who knows about it.
And, I have to add the fact that I’m an EXTREMELY SHY GUY!  I’ve
become even more so during the past couple of years, as I’ve grown
increasingly reclusive..... with absolutely no social life.  When
around ladies, especially for the first time, I’m like I was when I
was fifteen.... with palpitating heart, sweaty palms, and stumbling
for the right words.

CHAPTER TWO..

All this, said, I’ll start the story..... a story that begins
innocently enough, in the western Denver metro area, with me goin’
into King Soopers in Bear Valley, one morning around ten-thirty.  My
intentions are to get some milk and bananas and go back to da house.
As it turns out, it will be about seven hours before I got home.
After getting the little red basket, I head for the produce section to
get my nanas.  My eyes are kinda heavy, from not getting more than
about my usual four hours of sleep... I have not slept well in a long
time.  Butt, when I see THE BUTT, my eyelids pop wide-ass open.  My
first view is from the rear.... and what a REAR it is!!!  It’s encased
in a pair of snug jeans, not those damn relaxed fit, and loose fit
kinds that so many insist on wearing these days.  This butt totally
packs those jeans.  I mean this is one of the finest asses I had ever
seen, oozing sex, without being obscene.  It curves gently outward at
the side and the rear... then curves more sharply inward to meet her
luscious thighs.  She has magnificently formed thighs and hips, by my
standards.... butt to the many fitness crazed folks of this day and
age, she is about twenty to twenty-five pounds overweight.  I
reluctantly tear my eyes from the ass, to enable me to take in the
rest of her body.  I judge her to be about five-nine, with shoulder
length light brown hair... and wearing a red and white striped tank
top.  In many previous sightings of a great ass on a woman, when
viewed from the front, it’s a let-down... a face that only a blind
mother could love, or totally titless, or with a big belly, or a
combination of three.  So, I shake my head, preparing myself for a
disappointment, as I move over near where she is picking through the
heads of lettuce.  I stop by the cucumbers, and using my peripheral
vision, check her profile.  Well, lemme tell ya, this lady has some
fantastic tits... probably about 40 Ds... straining at the front of
her tank top.  Sheeittt!  I can’t see any traces that tell me she’s
wearing a bra, and I see her nipples poking at the material.  My eyes
drift up to her face, and I see that she should be about 33, and no
raving beauty in that department.... in fact she has rather plain
features.  If I were to look at her from the neck up, I probably
wouldn’t give her much more than a glance or two. 

Just as I am taking in her face, she turns toward me... moving toward
the radishes.  She catches me looking at her, and she cracks a slight
smile.  The smile broadens somewhat, as she looks down at what my
hands are doing.  I was unaware that I had a pretty big cucumber in my
hand.... probably about eight or nine inches long and about four and a
half inches in diameter.  She moves along side me, and after excusing
herself, picks among the cucumbers in the bin.  After about a minute
she holds one up that is about six inches long and about two inches in
diameter.  She slowly encircles it with her hand and kinda strokes it.
She is standing so close, that I can detect just a touch of fragrance
along with that freshly scrubbed aroma.  One of those yummy breasts in
within three inches of my arm, and I cannot resist moving slightly, so
that my arm touches her tit.  My God, it’s so soft... yet firm, at the
same time.  I jump back, feigning embarrassment, and mumble an
apology.  She cracks that very slight smile again, and nods.  The lady
then moves around me and walks down the aisle, with my eyes watching
every movement of her ass, as it undulates in her jeans.  I don’t
think she walks that way intentionally, butt I could watch that ass
for-fuckin-ever.  Did I mention that I LOVE ASSES???  Yeah, I
know..... 

CHAPTER THREE..

I find myself standing there with sweaty palms and a palpitating
heart, not to mention a semi-hardness in my crotch.  I stand there for
a minute, then look down and see this damn cucumber in my hand... I
must look stupid as hell.  Tossing the green, big-dick lookin
vegetable into the bin, I try to remember just what the fuck I came in
here for.  Oh yes... bananas and milk.  I grab a bunch of nanas,
without even thinking about whether they were yellow or green, then
head for the dairy section.  Looking down at the gallons of milk....
I’m checking the expiration dates.....

I sense that someone is standing beside me.  I grab a container of
milk and turn to see the same stacked-ass lady from the produce
section next to me, looking at the whipped cream.  She cracks that
same trace of a smile... as she glances at me.... and reaches for a
can of cream.  Just when my blood pressure had retreated back to a
near state of normalcy, UP it goes again.  And, after sneaking another
look at that ass, junior decides he wants to wake up again, too.  

Her smile widens as she asks,  “What, you decided you didn’t need a
cucumber?”  

“N-N-No,”  I stammer,  “changed my mind.”  

Still smiling, she asks,  “Tell me something.  Do you always go around
ogling women’s butts?”  

Sheeeiiitt!!!  Talk about dumbfounded and speechless, I couldn’t even
stutter a reply... I mean, what the fuck do I say to a question like
that?  Finally, I say that I don’t always do it, butt I couldn’t help
noticing how attractive hers is.  I expect her to give me hell, accuse
me of being a dirty old man, and stomp away in a state of outrage.
Butt, she doesn’t.  Instead, she continues to stand there smiling....
seemingly enjoying my humiliation of being caught drooling.  

“And just why do you find my butt so attractive?”  

My mind is going full blast in high gear, trying to think how I’m
gonna get outta this.  

“Well, ya see, I’m a kinda amateur photographer,”  this part’s true,
“And I’ve taken a lot of pictures of ladies in various poses and lots
of them in swimwear and lingerie.”  this part isn’t.  I fumble in my
shirt pocket for one of my cards.  Cards that I created myself... just
in case, on my computer.  I’ve handed out about three or four cards...
with no response... and damn sure didn’t expect to get one this time,
either.   

“And, is this the kind of butt you like to take pictures of?” 

“Oh, yes ma’m, I would really love to get some shots of you.” 

What I WANTED to say was that I’d love to get a shot at getting some
of that ass, or at least put my hands on it and caress it.  

She looks at me with a halfway-serious expression, and asks,  “Where
do you do your photography work?  Do you have a studio?” 

“Not really,”  I reply,  “It depends on what kind of shots, and what
they’ll be wearing.  If it’s swimsuits, I usually find a pool, or go
to the greenbelt, by the creek.  If it’s lingerie or less, it’s
usually in their homes.”  

“Oh...”  she mumbles, and starts walking away.  

Once again, I watch the cheeks of her ass rolling rhythmically in her
tight jeans.  Junior rises even more... enough so that I have to put
the basket in front of my crotch.  

CHAPTER FOUR..

Deciding that I’d better not push this situation any more.... I take
my milk and bananas to check out, half-way expecting to see her there,
too.  She’s not.  I glance around the store, hoping to catch one last
glimpse of THAT ASS!  No... it’s not to be.  Oooookay, so I won’t see
it again... butt, I damn sure will remember it.. for quite awhile.
The kind that will etch itself into my memory... and when I get home,
I’ll probably give my lil “soldier” some massaging.

After paying for my stuff, I stop at the Lottery scratch-game machine
and insert a dollar bill.  I grab the ticket, stuff it in my shirt
pocket and head out an toward my old gray Pontiac.  I don’t ambulate
all that well at times, due to my artificial left leg.  An “unloaded”
shotgun took part of my left leg... from about eight inches below the
knee, twelve years ago.  

I make it to the car and am unlocking the door, when a blue GMC van
pulls into the spot next to me.  It’s one of those conversion vans
with very dark privacy glass which prevents anyone outside, from
seeing who’s inside.  Just as I open my car door and put my bag
inside, the front passenger window of the van lowers and I hear a
lady’s voice  

“So when do you do your photography?” 

I peer inside the van and see that the voice is coming from the owner
of THE BUTT.  She’s sitting there with the motor running, and that
impish little trace of a grin on her face.  Once again I’m half-ass
speechless, as I lean on the passenger door. 

“Wh.. wh.. whenever..”,  I stammer,  “Whenever the opportunity arises.
I usually keep at least one camera with me all the time.” 

Now speaking of “arises”, as I’m looking into the van at her... the
sight of her excellent-looking melons inside the striped tank-top, has
junior doing a little “arising”.  

“So, you wanna take a couple of shots this morning?”,  she asks.

“Of what?”  I ask, rather stupidly.

“Of my butt, silly.  I’ve been going swimming almost everyday, so I
keep a couple of swimsuits in the van.  I’ve got a one-piece and a
bikini.  You did say you’d like to get a couple of shots of my butt,
didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes ma’m,”  the words come pouring out of my mouth,  “I most
definitely would!”

My mind is racing... trying to figure if this gal is serious.... and
if she is, where in the hell do I take her to get those shots.  She’d
fucking kill me, if she knew that I’d never done this before.

“For God’s sake, please stop calling me, ‘Ma’m’, my name’s, Susan.”

As I stand there, I know my face has to be blushing all to hell....
And, looking at her face... framed by her lustrous light-brown hair...
I find myself paying more attention to her features.  Medium-sized,
slightly up-turned, nose.... big green eyes... and complexion that is
just a little lighter than olive.  Butt, when my eyes automatically
lower to her abundantly round bosom... and those damn protruding
nipples... I think I’m gonna fuckin-drool, right there!

“I know a lovely place near Conifer.. where there’s a creek... and
there’s nobody around during the week.”,  she says.  “There are almost
always people in and around the greenbelt.  And I can change here in
the van.  Would that work?”

“Yes, ma’m..... uh, I mean Susan,”  I’m trying, trying so hard, to say
the right things... my palms and armpits are soaking wet, from nervous
sweat,  “I’ll follow you.  And by the way, I’m Wally.”

“Nonsense!”  she says,  “No need to take two vehicles.  You can ride
with me, and I’ll bring you back.
Are you really a ‘Butt Bytr’, like the card says?  Never mind, you
don’t have to answer that.”

No need for more talk at the moment... I reach in the back seat of the
car and grab my camera bag... which has one camera and an extra roll
of film in it (not even my best camera.. good one... butt, not the
best).  Not even giving one thought to the milk and bananas on the
front seat, I lock the car and get in the van with Susan.... and
awaaaayyyy we go.

CHAPTER FIVE..

During the ride up to the mountains on 285, we exchange lots of small
talk.  She tells me that she’s always known she had a nice looking
butt... and a few others have told her that.... butt, nobody had ever
wanted to take pictures of her because of her butt.  She says she’s
been divorced for 5 years and that she was 45, which shocked the hell
outta me... I swear, I woulda thought early 30s.  Susan informs me
that she had only been to bed with two men in her whole life... her
husband, and a guy she dated about two years ago.  She has two
children... both grown and married, and does quite well as a
real-estate appraiser.. sometimes dabbling in buying and selling
property.  She tells me that she works whenever she wants to.  I tell
her a little about myself

I ask her exactly what prompted her to, even speak to me in the store.
She replies that she’s always been somewhat of a flirt and a tease...
and never carried anything passed the teasing point.  According to
Susan, I looked so interested in her butt, and looked so damn bashful,
that she just couldn’t help making a comment in the store.  And that,
she felt extremely flattered that I, a complete stranger, would want
to actually take pictures of her, that she couldn’t pass on the
opportunity.

I am so engrossed in conversation with Susan, that I don’t even notice
when she turns off 285, or the different roads she takes.  All of a
sudden I find that she has pulled of a very narrow trail-like road,
and has parked under some trees... about fifty yards from Turkey
Creek.  She says she grew up around here, and knows the area like the
palm of her hand.

She comes around and opens the sliding door on the passenger side....
digs in a tote bag... and pulls out two swimsuits.  The one piece is
spandex in a solid off-white color, and the two piece is bright
yellow.  

“Which one do you want me to put on?”

“Why not get some shots in both?”,  I ask.  My mouth is watering just
visualizing that body in either one.  Not being able to figure out
just how she’s gonna cram all tits and ass in so little fabric.

“Okay.  Why not?  I’ll be right out.”  

She jumps in the van... and closes the door... leaving me with my
stupid tongue hanging out of my stupid mouth.  Not wanting to reach in
for my camera bag while she’s in there changing... I look around and
marvel and the beauty and serenity of our surroundings.  Yes... we
really could get some good shots here, without having to worry about
the embarrassment of having other people around.

Don’t know how the fuck she changed so fast.... butt, the van door
slides open again, and out she jumps... in the one piece.  My mouth
and eyes open wide, as I behold this statuesque queen with the spandex
molded to her body.  I stare in wonderment, and wait..... waiting for
those breasts to fall right out of the top of her suit... they’re
threatening to break free and I just know that they will at any
second.... butt, they don’t.. DAMN IT!!!  She then slowly turns
around, affording me a view of THAT BUTT!  My GOD!  I’m totally
flabbergasted at the sight of that wonderfully curvaceous ass, tightly
encased in the white spandex.

“Is something wrong?”  she asks,  “Doesn’t it look as good as you
thought it would?”

I have to turn around and grab my camera bag out of the van... just to
hold in front of my crotch.  My cock is rising very rapidly, and since
I just HAVE to act professional, I can’t let her see the bulge in my
pants.

“No, No!  Nothing is wrong, Susan.  The fact is, that it looks more
glorious than I had dare to imagine.  How in the world do you manage
to keep such a fantastic body at 45?”

“I’m one of those few lucky people,”  she replies,  “who never have to
worry about gaining weight.  And I work out a couple of times a week
at home.  So, now... since I’ve never done this before, you’ll have to
tell me how to pose... or show me.  And you can close your mouth now,
Wally.  I’m convinced that you’re impressed.”

I close my mouth... reach in the bag and retrieve the camera... and
try to figure out how the hell I’m gonna disguise my hard-on, when I
have to put the camera bag down.

“You can go ahead and put it down, silly. “  she says, as if reading
my damn mind.  “I really have seen bulges in men’s pants before.”

CHAPTER SIX..

“Oh well.....”,  I say, as I put the bag on the ground.  “Just act
natural, Susan.  I hate the exaggerated poses that most of the models
have.  Most people would much rather see amateur shots of ladies just
being in natural poses.  You just move around, slowly, as if doing
various things... and I’ll tell you when to hold that pose.  Okay?”

Susan goes to the van and digs out a blanket, that I guess she carries
for winter weather emergencies, and takes it into the grass for
sitting poses.

During the next few minutes, I get several good shots of Susan, in a
variety of poses that accentuate her breasts and ass.  Butt, I haven’t
gotten that GREAT shot yet... the one from the 3/4 rear, with more
weight on one leg than the other... the one that really tells just how
fucking curvy her ass really is.  I try to talk her through the pose
that I want, butt, she just can’t get her hips positioned the way I
want.

“Well.. Damn!”  she says,  “Just come here and put my hips the way you
want them, and I’ll hold it ‘til you get your shot.”

I put the camera down, and walk over to her, wondering just how I’m
gonna handle being that close and actually touching that body... and
still be professional.  Lightly, I touch her shoulders, and turn her a
little.  Then... then... I put a hand on each hip... cocking them
slightly, then kneel down and tell her to put more weight on her left
leg.  While doing this, my face is only a couple of inches away from
the heavenly cheeks of her ass.

“DAMN, SUSAN,”  the trembling words come from my throat,  “you have
the finest ass that I have ever seen.  I can’t help it, butt I have to
ask this.  May I just caress it for a second?”

“If you really want to... PLEASE DO!”   It seems as if her own
breathing is becoming more rapid.

Not quite sure of where, if anywhere, this will lead.... and being as
bashful as I’ve always been... I tentatively put my fingers on her
spandex-covered cheeks.  Very gently I caress her roundness... then,
not being able to resist the urge... place my face against the almost
imperceptible indentation, that is the crack of her ass.  

“OHHHHhhhhhhh........”,  I hear the moan coming from her throat, as
she pushes her ass gradually back against my face and mouth.  “Damn, I
shouldn’t be doing this.  Butt, it’s been so long..... SO DAMN LONG!
Come up here a minute, then you can get back to what you’re doing.”

I stand... and she turns around to face me, and I move against her.
We are almost the same height, so our lips meet without either of us
having to bend our heads.  The kiss is just a touch, at first, with
both just kinda tasting each other.  Then our lips lock and our
tongues begin a violent struggle to see which one gets into the
others’ mouth first.  Our arms are encircling each other, and our
hands are wandering, and touching, and grabbing... seemingly wanting
to touch everywhere at once.  Susan’s tongue wins the battle, and
plunges deeply... with my mouth trying desperately to devour hers.  My
hands settle on the cheeks of her made-for-pleasure ass, and
squeeze... pulling her tightly against me, forcing my up-standing
rigid cock against her feminine mound.  She gyrates her hips...
grinding against my cock... with animal-like grunts coming from deep
within her.

Suddenly, Susan puts her hands to my chest and pushes me away to arm’s
length.  Tears begin to well up in her eyes, as she turns away from
me.

“I can’t, Wally....  I want to, so much...  It’s been two years...
butt, I just can’t.  It’s too sudden, and I’m very confused right
now.”  She puts her hands to her face and sobs,  “It’s just that the
posing in my bathing suit for you, really excited me.  Then, when you
touched my butt, I lost all control.  My butt is one of my most
erogenous spots.... I love it to be touched and loved.  Butt, like I
said, I’m confused right now.”

“That’s okay, Susan,”  I said, as I walked up behind her and gently
put my hands on her shoulders,  “I shouldn’t have tried to take
advantage of a situation.  It was definitely not very professional of
me.”

“Tell me,”  she asks,  “you’ve never done this before, have you?
Taking pictures like this, I mean?”

“Was it that obvious?”  I reply.

“You were far too nervous, to have done this before.”

“I’m afraid you’re right”,  I say,  “Butt, when I saw your butt in the
store, I just had to keep looking at it every chance I got.  Then when
you just came right out and asked me about it, it was the first thing
I could think of.  Then one thing led to another.  I’m really sorry,
for mis-leading you.  I don’t guess you want to take any more pictures
now, so we can go back.”

“No.  I don’t want to take any more pictures, right now....”  she
says, still without turning around.

She leans back against me, a little... with her hair against my face,
and her ass just barely touching the front of my trousers.... where my
shaft is still hard enough to cut diamonds.

“Hold me, Wally.  Please hold me tight.”

CHAPTER SEVEN..

With that, I encircle her upper body with my arms, and move forward
against her.. holding her tightly, necessitates me putting my hard
cock against the crack of her ass.

“All your talk has been about my butt... “  she murmurs,  “Don’t you
even like my breasts, a little?  They love attention almost as much as
my butt does.”  

She takes my two hands and puts them on her impressive tits.  I cup
each one gently... feeling the nipples become instantly erect and poke
the palms of my hands right through the material.  I nuzzle beneath
her hair, and begin to kiss and lick her neck.  Her head falls
backward against me as her ass, once again, begins to move against my
groin.  I push my cock hard against her undulating butt..... and move
my hands to the top of her suit.  It doesn’t’ take much effort to pull
the suit down from her bulging tits... then I can feel her hot flesh
and pointing nipples.  From where my head is on her neck, I can see
that she has gigantic aureoles... half again as big as silver dollars.

“OHHH, SUSAN,”  I murmur in her ear,  “I’m gonna damn-well die if I
don’t have those in my mouth.”

“YESSSS,”  she says, as he turns around to look me in the eye,  “I
don’t want you to die... so suck them, PLEASE!  GOD, they need
sucking, soooooo much!”

I turn her around... bend my head... and try to put as much of her
right breast into my mouth as I can,  butt, I can’t get much more that
the aureole and nipple in.  I suck hungrily... much like a baby would,
who is way past feeding time.  I kiss her nipple... lick the whole
outter area... then begin flicking my tongue back and forth across the
nipple.... as I cup and squeeze it’s twin on the left.  Susan’s hand
reaches my crotch and grabs.  Then, hastily begins to undo my belt and
zipper.

“OHHHH.....”  she pants,  “I’ve just gotta hold that!”

My trousers soon drop to the ground... quickly followed by my jockey
shorts.. and my turgid cock springs outward into her waiting grasp...
pre-cum  covering the bulb.  Susan doesn’t say a word about the
prosthesis on my left leg.  I switch my attention to her left breast,
as one hand reaches around to stroke the cheeks of her ass.

“Susan, I wanna lick you all over..”  I mumble,  “I want to make love
to every inch of your body.”

“YES!!”  she groans,  “and me, you.  Butt, later baby,  right this
minute, I want that dick in my mouth, and then right inside me.  We
have lots of time for all the rest, later.”

She tugs downward on her suit, ‘til it’s around her ankles, then drops
immediately to her knees... and without any preliminaries... takes my
entire cock into her starving mouth.  With her sucking voraciously on
my shaft.... I feel as if it will explode at any second.  Sensing
this, Susan squeezes tightly around the base of my cock for a
moment... decreasing the urge to cum, for a moment or two.  She licks
up and down on my cock, then concentrates on licking the underside of
the head.... driving me in-fucking-sane.  My cock is only an average
sized one... butt now it FEELS HUGE!

Susan then falls backward onto the blanket... with her knees up and
legs spread wide apart... her pleasure-palace already visibly moist,
in anticipation.  I quickly get on the blanket with her and she pulls
me, none to gently, on top of her.  I begin to position my cock for a
slow entry into her pussy.  Butt, she’s having none of the slow entry
bit... she grabs my cock and pulls it into her.

My God!!  I know it has to hurt her..  she is soooo tight.  Now I
believe her about her not having had sex in two years.  Her pussy is
the tightest and hottest pussy, my dick had ever been in... butt it
is, moist enough for relatively easy entry.  She thrusts her pelvis
upward so that every bit of my cock is inside her.
I begin to counter-thrust... trying desperately to keep up with this
sex-starved lady.  I pound my cock into her harder and faster...
getting caught up in the urgency of the moment.  

Susan is crying and screaming at the same time as violent spasms
overtake her.  I feel the wetness surround my cock as she cums, and
cums, and cums.  Just as I am about to release my own juices, she
rolls me over onto my back and straddles me, and continues her hip
gyrating.  She leans forward so that her delicious tits are within
easy reach of my mouth... and I suck first one, then the other....
while holding and squeezing her ass as it’s bouncing up and down on
me.

I can’t fucking hold it any longer...and I feel the tingling that
begins deep within me... then the explosion as my burning cum surges
in my balls, then through my cock, and finally gushing forth deep into
Susan’s pussy... to mix with the her own juices, as she has yet
another orgasm at the same time.  Spurt, after spurt, after spurt, of
my cum pours into her.

Temporarily exhausted, Susan falls forward on top of me... kissing my
mouth deeply, and passionately.

“DAMN!”  she tells me, between deep breaths,  “I needed that so much!
I don’t know how much longer I could’ve done without.”

“I’m so glad you waited ‘til I came along.”  I reply,  “I just don’t
want today to be the only time.”

“Don’t you worry about that,”  Susan says while gazing into my eyes,
“I’ll be here anytime, and every time, you want me.  Butt, Wally, it
will HAVE to be JUST ME!  I will NEVER share a man with anybody else,
again.  Think you can deal with that?”

“OH HELL YES, BABY,”  I tell her in between light kisses on her face,
“that’s just the way I feel.  We both better be damn sure of that
right now.  Can you be sure, in this short a time?  I know I am.”

“Yes, darling... I am sure, right now.  And if you even think about
making love to anybody else, I’ll do a ‘Lorena’, on that.”  Saying
that.  she contracts the muscles in her pussy and tightens them around
my slowly diminishing cock.   

“In just a few minutes,”  she says, as she rolls over and lays on her
side next to me,  “I would love for you to continue what you were
doing, and what you said you wanted to do... ‘cause honey, if you’re
able, we’ve only started.”

“I’m able,”  I tell her, as I toy with the light brown hairs of her
thatch,  “and I hope you don’t get too tired of me , too soon.  I’m
gonna want to pay a lot of homage to that ass, and the rest of your
body... a lot of homage.”

“I will gladly accept any and all attention you’ll give to my ass, and
my breasts, and any part of me.”  Susan said, as she reached over and
started fondling my cock.
“My God, Wally, I didn’t have any idea I was that damn horny... and, I
don’t mind telling you, that you’d better be able to handle me paying
a helluva lot of attention to your body, too.  I mean.. you’d better
think about it... I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of sucking your
dick, and I’m liable to just start sucking it at any time.. in the
middle of the night, when I wake up, in the bathtub, while we’re
eating supper, while you’re driving, while you’re reading the
paper.... I might just start sucking it ANYTIME!
And, Darling... I haven’t had much experience doing a lot of sexual
things.  Both my ex, and the one boyfriend, only wanted a quick
fuck... in the traditional man on top position.  They didn’t want to
take any time for foreplay.  They didn’t want to try new positions.
They didn’t want to really get to know all of each others’ bodies.
They, without exception, just wanted a quick fuck.  I think that, with
you, all that will be different.” 

CHAPTER EIGHT..

You’re not going to believe this.... butt, I’ve never even had a man
put his face between my legs.  REALLY!  I mean it.  I’ve never been
eaten, and I’ve never, before today, had anyone put their face on my
butt.  I’ve been quick-fucked, and I’ve had a little attention paid to
my breasts.  Butt, both of them only wanted to bite my breasts, pinch
them, and squeeze them, really hard!  They just wanted to hurt them..
Both of them got off hurting my breasts.  I like some nibbling, and
squeezing, and pinching, butt, not so hard that it really hurts.  I’ve
never been treated gently, like you did today.

My cock starts feeling a touch of new life, as she continues her
stroking.  I tell Susan that I had probably been with about 80 women
in my life... butt, that at least three-quarters of them had been when
I was pretty drunk.  I tell her about my living in a fucking bottle
for about thirty years.  I tell her about my three wives... who were
all twenty-six when I married them, and all were Libras.  I tell her
that for most of my life, I had been like her ex-husband and
boyfriend, I had only wanted a quick fuck.  That I didn’t really care
about satisfying a woman’s needs, just my own.  I tell her that I
can’t believe that I’ve really fallen for her, in such a short
time.... and that it’s not just sexual, butt in many other ways.

We turn on our sides, facing each other... our lips meet... and we
kiss each other... tenderly.  Our hands slowly caressing each other.  

“Please don’t hurt me, Wally.”  She asks, as her eyes show the
beginning of new tears.  “I don’t think you would hurt me physically,
butt, I’m talking about mentally.  If you’re not really serious about
us, tell me now.  If you don’t want a permanent relationship... then
tell me... and we’ll make love for the rest of the afternoon... then
I’ll drive you back, we’ll say good-bye, and that will be the end of
it.  No hard feelings.  Speaking of hard feelings.... from the feel of
your dick pressed against my stomach, I think we’ve caused some more
HARD feelings.”

I kiss her again... long and deeply... pulling her as tightly against
me as possible,  then I look her in her moist eyes, and say:

“Susan, first of all, no, I would never, ever, hurt you physically.
Second.. I do want a permanent relationship with you.  I’m ready to
commit to that RIGHT NOW!  I’m ready to spend the night with you
tonight, then wake up, and tell you the same thing in the morning.
I’m ready to do whatever the fuck it takes to be with you.  And baby,
I will be faithful to you.... there will be nobody else... believe
me!”

“I do believe you.  Please, please, don’t let me down.”  she tells me,
as she breaks the embrace and stands,  “Now, my sweet, I really have
to go pee.  So, if you’ll excuse me for a moment....”

She reaches down, picks up her swimsuit, and walks to the other side
of the van.  My heart soars as I watch THAT BUTT walking away.
SHHHEEEITTT!  Most women look better with SOMETHING on.. panties,
pants, SOMETHING.  Butt, Susan’s ass looks even finer than it did in
King Soopers.  I take the opportunity to do the same thing that
Susan’s doing... take a leak.

Finished, I turn around to see Susan... with her swimsuit on again...
reaching in the van.  She brings out two cokes, from some she had
gotten at the store.  I sit on the blanket as she walks up, and hands
me one.  She starts to sit down with me, butt I tell her to just stand
there a minute, that I have some unfinished business that’s behind
her.  She looks at me with smoldering eyes, and asks me what kind of
“business”.
I turn her around and begin caressing that splendid ass again.  I’m
wondering if she’s a mind reader.. ‘cause I was thinking that I love
to caress a great ass, in panties, or swimsuit first, then take it
off.  I rub my face against the spandex as I gently kneed her cheeks.
My tongue begins to lick her inner thighs, just below the bottom of
the suit.... as one hand moves around to the front, and cups the mound
of her femininity.  I continue the manipulations with my fingers and
tongue for several minutes, as I can’t seem to get enough of feeling
that big curvy ass.  Her hips begin gyrating again, and pushing back
into my face, seeming to beg for more.

Finally, I reach up and begin to slowly tug the suit down her body, as
I get to my knees.  My lips kiss, and my tongue licks.... every bit of
skin as it is slowly revealed from the falling material.  I feel
Susan’s body begin to tremble, as she reaches a hand around and holds
my head.  When the skin of her ass begins to appear... my tongue
trails right down her crack... probing deeply between her abundant
cheeks.  When the suit is at last, on the ground... I turn her around
and begin to lick her belly.. and her moans become louder and her hand
on my head, more urging.  I tongue-fuck her navel, which makes her
squirm.  My hands are squeezing the lush mounds of her ass, as my
tongue licks a trail down to her well-trimmed pubic hair.  My tongue
bathes the entire region with saliva, as Susan’s trembling becomes
almost violent shaking.  

CHAPTER NINE..

“My darling,”  I look up into her half-closed eyes, and say,  “you are
about to have your pussy eaten for the first time.”

“OHHHHHHH, BABY!”  She moans,  “I can’t stand like this any longer.
If I do, I’m gonna fall.  Please lay back.”

I lay back with my head on the blanket, and Susan drops to her knees,
with her delectable pussy right above my face.  My hands grab the
cheeks of her ass and pull her honey-pot down to my eagerly waiting
mouth.... and my tongue begins licking her outer lips.  Licking,
licking, licking.... up and down, up and down, up and down...
gradually working deeper, and deeper, and deeper.  At last... my
tongue finds the knob, which is her clit.  At the first touch, spasms
erupt from deep inside Susan’s body, and she begins to shudder
uncontrollably, and screams.  I feel the wetness as she cums... and I
swallow it, then suck her clit.. tantalizing it with my tongue... then
my mouth fills with more of her liquid, which I swallow.  It takes all
my strength to hold my face to her pussy.... as her hips are bucking
ferociously.

Finally, Susan’s spasms and shuddering subside... my tongue still deep
inside her.  I feel my own urgency, as my cock is as stiff as it can
be.  It would have been very easy for me to start spurting my own cum,
as Susan was having her orgasm, butt I concentrated on her
satisfaction, instead.

She releases her hold on my head, as I reduce my grabbing of her
buttocks, to merely caressing.  I tell her to stay kneeling, while I
slide out from under her.  She looks at me quizzically, butt stays
that way, til I get on my knees behind her... then she understands, as
she feels my pre-cum wet cock against her ass.  I rub my staff up and
down her crack, then she reaches between her legs and grabs it.
Almost as she did, the first time, she quickly inserts it into her
still-hungry pussy... and pushes her ass back hard against me...
causing my cock to be fully inside of her.  She begins to buck
violently back and forth... as she is fucking me, not me fucking her.
Oh well... I don’t mind at all, as I put my hands on her ass and try
to keep pace with this long pent-up sexually starved woman.  I feel
her spasms again as she screams at the top of her lungs that she’s
cumming again.  The feel of her tight, hot, wet pussy engulfing my
engorged cock, is too much.... so I forget all about holding back...
and release the floodgates, allowing my river of hot sticky liquid to
flow through my cock, and deep into Susan.  She feels the spurts of
hot cum and begins to clamp the muscles in the walls of her pussy,
against my cock... squeezing it, releasing, squeezing, releasing.  At
last, my own spasms gradually go way... and I drop my weight on Susan,
who in turn, drops to a completely prone position.  

We’re both wheezing and panting... hearts racing... starving for
breath. 

“Well,” I manage to ask her,  “how did you like the first time to have
your pussy eaten?”

“God, it was so.... so.... “  she tries to breathe and talk at the
same time,  it was just terrific, it was beautiful, it was
magnificent.  I just pray it won’t be the last time.”

“Not to worry, my Sweetheart, I plan to add eating your pussy, to my
regular diet.  And, my Darling... I don’t know how you feel about
this... butt, your ass was made for a helluva lot more attention than
I’ve paid to it so far.  Susan... soon, very soon, I want to really
make love to your ass.  By that, I mean, I want to do more than just
lick your cheeks and your crack... I want to lick around your tight
little hole.  And even put my tongue inside you back there... and, I
don’t know if you’ve ever had it done before, butt I would really like
to.......... ah....... er... I mean,... ah.....”

“I know what you mean, Wally.”  she whispers to me,  “And, no, I’ve
never had it done to me, butt I’ve fantasized about it many times.
You’re such a tender person, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, so..... yes,
I want for us to do that too.  I want for us to do EVERYTHING!
Anything that either one of us has ever thought about doing... I want
to do it with you.”

DAMN!  The thought of tongue-fucking Susan’s rosebud... and actually
fucking her in her fantastic ass..... WOW!!!!!!!

My cock slides out of her wet box, and I lay on her so that it is in
the crack of her ass.  My face is between her head and neck... and
satiated, I close my eyes for a minute......
 
CHAPTER TEN..

I am startled awake by the feel of icy-cold water on my privates and
the feeling of wetness all over my body.  I open my eyes to discover
it’s raining... one of those light August afternoon showers, that are
common in Colorado.  When I closed my eyes, the sun was still pretty
high up in the sky... probably around two or two-thirty, butt, I know
that it is much later than that now.  I feel the icy-cold water again,
and look down to see a sopping-wet Susan... splashing water from a
plastic bottle on me, and lovingly washing off my cock and balls.  

“I kinda thought this would wake you up, Sleeping Beauty.”

“So how the hell did you get so wet, Honey?”  I ask her, as I sit up.

“I’ve been bathing in the creek,”  she laughs,  “and brrrrrrrr, the
water is c-cccold.”

“I k-know!”  I said, shivering as she pours more of the frigid
mountain stream water on my cock.

“Well.......  I had to get us both cleaned up...”  she says, grinning
impishly,  “cause, as soon as we get dried off... we’re getting into
the van... the back of the van, if you can stand some more of me.”

I put my arms around her wet and naked body... hugging her close to
me.  Damn!  A woman’s skin feels wonderful when naked, butt add the
element of wetness... and the feel is truly indescribable.  My hands
and arms glide over her body as I plant my mouth on hers...

“God!  You feel so damn good when you’re wet.”  I mumble against her
face.

“Well... does that mean that you’ll be making love to me in the
bathtub??”   she giggles,  “I have a really big bathtub with whirlpool
jets.”

“Hmmmmm,”  I look at her with fake seriousness,  “.. I’ll have to give
that some more thought.”

Susan draws away.. looking astonished.  And I am quick to pull her
back and tell her I was just kidding... that I would look forward to
making love to her in the bathtub... every damn time I see her in it.

“Will you really stay with me tonight?”  moistness is beginning to
show in her eyes again, and she grips my hands tightly,  “So I won’t
wake up in the morning and wonder if this was all a dream.”

“Baby, I was hoping and praying you’d want me to.”  I reassure her,
“I don’t ever want to let you out of my sight.”

“We can do it in the back of the van another time... many other
times,”  Susan hugs me again,  “Would you mind if we just went home,
now... my home... together, and make love in my bed?  I’ve had this
beautiful king-size canopy bed for over a year and a half, now, and
I’ve never made love in it.  Can we go initiate it, RIGHT NOW?”

“If you’re waitin’ on me, we’re wasting time, Hon!”  I tell her as I
start to get up,  “Let’s get our shit together and get the hell on the
road to your house!”

“Honey..,”  Susan starts getting up, too,  “could you just stay with
me, so it can be OUR house?  Or am I pushing things too much?”

“Darlin’,”  I reply, while gathering my clothes and the blanket,  “I
like the hell out of that idea.  Remember, I said that don’t ever
wanta let you outta my sight again.  I’ve found a treasure, today, and
unless you get sick and tired of me... I’m gonna be with you... from
now on!”

I decline the offer,  when Susan asks me if I want to drive back...  I
tell her that I would really enjoy just riding and enjoying her
company and the scenery.  The truth of the matter was that I have some
serious thinking to do... thinking about my home situation, and how to
handle it.  There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I am going to
be with Susan, for as long as she’ll have me.  However, I still have
to break the news to my wife...................

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To be continued......................

wally@gnom.com