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Standard Disclaimer: This total work of fiction (resemblance to persons
living or dead, purely coincidental) is not to be read by those who are
morally or legally obligated to look the other way. This is a glimpse
into the interior landscape of my fantasy world. In this fantasy world
there is no communicable disease, no exploitation, no danger, and
everyone ends up happy. In other words, not like real life at all.

I would appreciate any feedback you might be able to provide.


						Susan
				        	         by daVinci

	I’ve know Kevin Magazinski, “Mags” we called him, since we attended the
same college. After college, he 
had pursued a career in education and was presently employed as an
English teacher at a private college 
preparatory school. Nothing so stable for me, I’m afraid. I decided to
try to make a living from my music, and 
had been doing pretty decently 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 with a small label CD
release and a full schedule of playing small 
venues, I 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
45 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 and we could get a bite to eat afterward.
	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 was 
there, and a couple of people Mags had brought from work. Scott, who
taught math, and Dianne who was in 
the English Department with Mags. Standing next to Dianne was Susan, she
taught art. She was 
about 5’8” with brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a slim waist, and
very dark brown eyes. She had a whole 
existentialist, tortured artist look going, She was dressed all in
black: a black wool skirt that came within six 
inches of her knee, and covered black stockings. She also wore a thin
black wool turtleneck sweater that revealed 
some 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 the desired form. Later that evening as the
six of us had dinner at a nearby 
restaurant, I tried hard not to seem too obvious in admiring her 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 seemed full 
and heavy as they strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater.
I wondered what color her lingerie was; 
you would wear a black bra with that sweater...wouldn’t you? Susan
seemed like a sweet person, and through 
our dinner conversation I respected the 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 legs 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 tone of the entire 
evening.
	“It must be interesting being you, living your life,” she said.
	“No more interesting than anyone else’s life can be, I would think.” I
answered, “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, with a 
dozen different people telling me what to do. Actually now 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. She actually told me
last month not to wear a certain shade of 
lipstick, she said ‘the boys can be easily excited.’ Can you believe
that? I guess I’ll be better off in the long run. 
But it’s hard not to feel unwanted, not to feel rejected. I suppose that
sounds silly to someone like you. ” Susan 
finished.
	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 empathize with the argument that boys could be easily
excited. 
	“Not at all,” I answered, “no matter how independent you think you are,
we all have some desire to be 
appreciated, to be respected. It’s not a matter of taste, it’s a human
dignity thing.”
	It’s not like 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, I feel stifled sometimes...a lot of the 
time, actually.”
	“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 necessarily. There’s a lot of driving, traveling, there’s a
lot of waiting, there’s a lot of talking to 
people you wouldn’t normally be inclined to interact with. There are
parts of my day that are probably just as dull 
or routine as parts of your day are.”
	“All I know is that I’m tired of routine, I’m tired of rejection,” she
said, turning her head to look out the 
car window. We drove in silence for awhile until she said
	“This is the driveway here, on our left.”
	I stopped the car in the driveway of a two story house and watched her
take her seatbelt off. 
	“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 and 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.”
	There was a moment of silence which she broke by leaning over and
kissing me, her tongue danced over 
my lips briefly as 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 seem a little hurt, a little dejected. You’re life isn’t
really agreeing with you right now. I don’t 
want this to be about something else. Do you understand what I’m
saying?”
	“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 with the
way I feel not with the way I think. 
Your hesitancy only reinforces my ideas about you, enhances my feelings
for you. This is about me...and what I 
want.”
	With that she leaned back into me and ran her tongue over my neck to 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 added.
	“You make a compelling argument,” I said. I was reevaluating my
position. I’m only human.

	She lived on the second floor of atwo 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 a little, it’s kind of 
cozy.”
	“It seems great to me,” I said
	“Oh, thanks, it belongs to the school actually. They provide some
housing for faculty members who 
couldn’t possibly afford to live in this town by their own means. I’ll
have to give this up with my job.
	She 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...” she 
smiled at me, “shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” she asked.
	“Anything you would like my love,” I said and let her take my hand
leading me to the bedroom.
	As we reached the door to the bedroom, she stopped abruptly. Not
expecting her to stop 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 the fabric of her sweater. I kissed the back of her neck and ran my
tongue over the side of her throat. Pulling 
the top of 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 moving her ass , almost 
imperceptibly, against my growing cock, backing up against me. She
reached back over her head and ran 
her hands through my hair, and 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 faster than she
was comfortable with. 
	Perhaps I shouldn’t 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 I was getting for her. 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 could not see or
feel what her hands were doing, but I 
soon discovered that she had reached down to unbutton and unzip her
skirt. I felt and heard it slide down her 
legs, coming to rest in a pool at her feet. She gracefully lifted one
foot out and with the other foot, kicked the skirt 
to one side. She now stood in front of me in her black pantyhose, and
pressed her ass back against me.
	“Touch me.” she moaned
	I reached into the crotch of her pantyhose, sliding my hand under the
elastic of her panties and ran my 
entire hand over pussy. She lurched forward at the first contact, a
brief growl seemed to come 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 almost whispered
to me.
	As I continued to rub her, she reached up with her hands, bracing
herself against the top of the doorjamb. 
Her arms, now fully extended, raised her breasts again, and from where I
stood behind her, I could see them, still 
covered by the sweater, but taut and firm. I detected the outline of her
nipples, beginning to swell, showing 
through her bra and sweater. I couldn’t wait any longer and reached
around her with my other hand to hold the 
weight of her left breast in my hand. It felt wonderful in my grasp,
full and heavy, as I thought they would be. 
She tossed her head back against my chest and moaned when I squeezed it
in my hand, and 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 her. I could feel
her pussy moisten around the finger 
plunging in an out of her. I kept applying pressure to her clit with the
heel of my hand. She thrust her hips at it, 
bringing herself off.
	She sagged against me, catching her breath. 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 withdrew 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 visible in the way
the crotch of my pants appeared 
uncomfortably tight. I removed my shirt and kick off my shoes on the way
to her. As I stood in front of her she 
reached forward and started working on me. She unbuttoned and unzipped
my pants, reaching inside to fondle 
and stroke my burgeoning erection. In one gracefully performed move she
took my length 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 for
some reason 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 just 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 her 
lower body. 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 
and dipped my head between them. I started by licking the inside of her
upper thighs. She looked down at me as I 
began softly lapping at the black silk of her panties, lapping broadly
and slowly along where they covered her 
pussy. She began to moan softly as I licked her harder. I found her clit
beneath the material and pushed my tongue 
against it, eliciting a moan from Susan. Her hands in my hair and the
movement of her hips as she gently began to 
thrust against my mouth belied her increasing impatience. 
	“Jesus Rick....c’mon...I need to feel your tongue on me...lick me
please...” I looked up at the serious 
expression on her face and decided to use some leverage.
	“Maybe if I get to see more of this gorgeous body...” I answered,
leaving the promise 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 she wore. 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 devastating.”
	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 of 
her cunt. 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. Her hips started moving 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 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
cumming...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, tongue still buried within her. I felt the 
walls of her pussy spasm around my tongue, and could taste the juice
that seemed to flow 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. In her 
state of repose, I extracted myself from between her legs and slid her
now soaked panties down and off her legs.
	I rose to my feet and crawled over her, kissing her throat and cheeks.
	“God Rick...I feel lightheaded”
	I just let her lie there for 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, falling to the sides, revealing 
the remarkable expanse of her chest. My various prognostications
concerning her breasts were not ill founded. 
They were amazingly firm, but pleasantly pliant to my lips, 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 
chest to kiss her deeply, our tongues wrestling.
	“Please Rick...I really need to be fucked. Get that cock inside of me.”
	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. She reached
down into the waistband of 
my shorts, pulling the material down and over my hips. My hard cock
hovered over her stomach. She slid her 
fist 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...” she gasped 
	I rolled off her and quickly removed the remainder of my clothing.
Remembering how she looked earlier, 
standing in the doorway, I lowered my weight on her and grabbed her
hands, stretching them out above her head. 
As it had earlier, this lifted her breasts, tightening them on her
chest. I bent down in an attempt to consume her 
breasts with my mouth, wanting to taste all of them.
	I slid my cock over her pussy. With each stroke, her juices would cover
the swollen, angry red tip of my 
cock. Several times, the head slipped into her cunt, but I would pull it
out, and continue rubbing myself all over 
her. 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 Jesus 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, 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 lower bodies. 
She grabbed my cock and stroked it several times, squeezing me hard. The
pressure of her grip was delicious and 
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. I started slow deep thrusts into 
her as she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass to pull me as
deep into her as was possible. I soon 
picked up on the rhythm she was trying to 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 soon.”
	My arms surrounding her, I reared back on my knees, pulling her hips
with me, keeping her impaled on 
my dick. Gradually, I sped 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 it 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 pillows and headboard. I slammed myself
into her forcefully and held my cock 
here 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 fast as I could without running the risk
of sliding out of her at an inopportune 
moment, 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 back
arched 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 from the position I was in.
Unfortunately 
this meant pulling out of the tight, wet heaven 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
wetness on my abdomen. My cock was 
twitching in anticipation. 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 me. The view was truly spectacular. I
watched almost awestruck as this amazing 
body bounced, her breasts moved slightly. I almost lost 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 said and smiled 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 past it 
incredibly erotic and slammed my hips at up at 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 and she started 
rubbing her clit for additional stimulation.
	“God Rick...that’s it...keep your mouth on my tit. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
	Orgasm screamed through her again. Unable to resist the pounding
pleasure of her climax she rose up 
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 arousing 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 and control 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 indeed ‘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 again as her eyes shut tight, her mouth opened in another
scream of passionate climax. I was so
hungry for this women, so hungry to see her cum again and again. I
couldn’t get enough. I reached around to 
grab her ass, pulling her as tightly to me as I could, our public bones
grinding against one another. Her breathing became heaving gasps, before
she collapsed backwards, her head resting on my shins, 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 still came in ragged pants. She looked totally wiped
out. My eyes were riveted to her heaving 
breasts, now slick with perspiration and the moisture from my tongue, as
I watched her relax a bit. Her position 
bent my cock forward a little too much and it was getting a little
uncomfortable. 
	As I slid out of her she moaned in protest, but kept her eyes closed as
I repositioned myself so I was lying 
beside her. I looked down at her, her breathing now evening out a
little. My eyes took inventory of the 
orgasmically wracked body lying beside me. Her hair was wildly
disheveled, her lips parted, and I 
saw her tongue emerge 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. As I
swept my line of vision down to her
lower body I could see the moist lips of her pussy and the insides of
her thighs 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 for my own hands, shafting her fist up
and down my length.
	“Am I responsible for this?” she asked, still the coy tone in her
voice.
	“Absolutely...”
	She leaned forward to lick my chest while she continued to stroke me. I
felt the cum churn in my balls as 
she quickly dove to my cock, taking it completely in her mouth,
swallowing me whole.
	“Oh...fuck...Susan....” I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down my
rigid shaft. 
	She took my cock out of her mouth, and holding it in her hand asked,
	“Don’t you want to come, baby?”
	“Yes...please Susan, let 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 said, and got off the bed 
heading for the bathroom. 
	I simply lay there waiting, I didn’t here any noise coming from the
bathroom. She seemed to be gone 
several minutes. My throbbing cock began to soften a bit as I awaited
her return. I heard the bathroom door open 
and she walked out into the bedroom, joining me on the bed. She held
something in her hands and placed it on the 
floor to the left side of the bed, but I didn’t quite catch what it was.
When I reached for her she pulled away 
slightly.
	“Rick...I need you to do this for me. We’ve got all night, if you want
to stay...but I need you to do a 
favor for me.”
	“What is it?” I asked.
	“Sit over there,” she said, pointing to a chair against the wall to the
right of the bed.
	I got up off the bed, more than a little curious, and 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 all right?”
	“All right,” I said. I followed her eyes to where my cock now lay
limply between my legs.
	Once I agreed, she rolled over onto her back and languorously spread
her legs and arched her back, 
thrusting her magnificent tits into the air. Slowly her hands moved
across their swollen nipples and down her 
stomach, 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?” Her fingers now moving 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, now thrusting her hips off the
bed, fucking her hand.
	“Yes Susan, I think you’re very desirable,” I answered. This was what
it was about. I understood now. I 
could do this for her...no problem. Remembering her instructions I
concentrated on keeping my hands away from 
my now fully erect cock. It stood up straight and hard from between my
thighs. She looked at it rearing up 
impatiently for her
	“MMMmmmmmmmmm....oh yeah, you’re hard for me again. Do you want me
Rick? Do you want to 
fuck me again?” She reached down beside the bed and pulled up the item
she had brought in from the bathroom. It 
was some container of oil. She squirted some on her chest and stomach
and started rubbing the oil over her, 
finally returning her hands to her cunt.
	“You know I do. 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 what color your bra was.” I said. 
Her breathing became ragged again, I could see and hear her 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 and your great ass
in that black skirt and wanted to 
grab you, running 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 it to be. When we started, 
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, tightly 
grabbing my cock, squeezing it in my fist, but careful not to go too
far. When she saw my hand, when she saw 
that I was jacking off looking at her, incredibly turned on by how she
looked and how she was acting, she 
exploded in orgasm again.
	“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 on her chest. Staring
at my engorged prick the entire time. 
	When her climax finally seemed to subside she looked in my eyes, “Get
over here,” she said.
	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 how. Cum on me, cum in me, I don’t
care...whatever you want.”
	Staring down at her heaving breasts, shiny and slick with her
perspiration and the oil, it was an easy 
decision to make. I smiled down at her and then straddled her waist.
Grabbing the headboard with my hands and 
holding myself slightly suspended above her, I started to slide my cock
around her breasts, feeling her hard 
nipples pressing into my dick. She caught on quickly, taking me in her
hand for a brief stroke before placing me 
between those beautiful, slippery tits. 
	“C’mon Rick...cum for me...fuck my tits and cover them with cum. I want
to watch it explode out of 
you.” This wasn’t going to take long I could tell. I felt my balls
recoil violently as my orgasm quickly 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. Though she never 
made contact, the sight of it was the last straw for me.
	“Yes Susan....yeah...now...here it comes....NOWWWWW!”
	I remember trying hard to take it in all in. She had worked me into
such a frenzy the first volley was 
almost painful as it hurtled out of the end of my cock like a bottle
rocket going off. The first blast hit the underside 
of her chin and streamed down her throat. She moaned as she brought me
out from between her tits and stroked 
me, cum hitting the side of her face and into her hair. I must have
blasted her five or six times, covering the both 
of us, pools of my semen gathered on her tits and in her cleavage as she
grinned up at me triumphantly, before 
there was no more to give and my cock convulsed between her fingers.
Finally I simply had to collapse beside 
her.
	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 croak, “you may not have a
job or a home, but you’re an
extraordinary fuck” She laughed again, 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 said.
	As we rose to head into the bathroom, my knees shook slightly, still
not fully recovered.
	“Are you O.K.?” Susan half chuckled.
	“Yeah fine,” I answered, “holding up all right for a man who’s just
been fucked into oblivion.”




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				daVinci (rmbte1@ix.netcom.com)