What causes an otherwise normal middle-aged woman to experience a sudden craving for sexual relations with men younger than herself? This is a question which cannot be easily answered, the question to which this book is addressed. Such sexual desires is far more common than most people would imagine.
In discussing this problem, psychologists and other professionals often use the word pedophilia, a generic description of sex between adults and children. Through the years, this word has come to acquire an overlay of negative prejudice, often being used to describe a state of psychological illness rather than a freely chosen sexual orientation.
Generally, pedophilia is thought to occur between older men and teenage or prepubescent girls, which is not at all the case. Many women find as they enter middle age that their sexual desires far outstrip those of their husbands, that they are drawn as if by a magnet to young, virile, attractive men and boys.
A woman who makes such a sexual choice finds herself in a strange and unpleasant situation. She dare not mention the craving to her friends, lest she be dismissed as a pervert, a sex-greedy, cradle-robbing, desperate woman. Often she will be taken advantage of by her young lovers themselves, who will be able to sense the woman's weakness and vulnerability.
Despite the possible consequences, many women find the urge impossible to resist. Childless women and spinsters seem especially prone to the practice of taking a disproportionately younger lover, but there are many happily married women in their forties who are confused by their own desires, depressed by urges that refuse to disappear, no matter how hard they try to repress them.
This novel, a recreation of true incidents in the life of a real woman, attempts to shed some light on the personality and motivations of such a woman, unable to find sexual gratification with either her husband or her adult lovers. Susan Chambers, the protagonist, begins the novel as a lonely and independent woman who has divorced her husband after six fruitless years.
Living on her own, Susan goes through a brief period of promiscuity, discovering that she is turned off to sex as a result of her unhappy marriage. Her situation stagnates until Susan meets a young boy, Tom Cullen, who exerts an appeal that she finds impossible to resist. Tom becomes Susan's lover, the first in a chain of teenage studs who satisfy the woman's long repressed sexuality and teach Susan a good deal about herself in the process.
Susan's story is followed to its logical, inevitable conclusion. The novel has been written in a spirit of free inquiry into modern sexual mores, passing no judgments on the characters or their sometimes shocking sensual adventures. It is hoped that Susan's experiences will strike a chord in the intelligent reader, considerably enhancing his understanding of eroticism.
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CHAPTER ONE
Susan Chambers smiled and closed her bright blue eyes as she felt the handsome youngster move closer to her. They were sitting comfortably on an old mattress that evidently served Tom as both bed and sofa and it was difficult not to smile in such ridiculous circumstances. Susan was a little afraid of scaring off her potential lover, however unlikely that seemed at such a late stage of the game. She did not like to take any chances where sex was concerned.
Susan felt the boy's hand caressing her shoulder, trembling as it made first contact with the woman's smooth clear skin. It's going to happen now, she thought. I'm actually going to be seduced by a boy young enough to be my son. She had known it instinctively ten minutes after entering Tom's apartment and now it was just a matter of being patient with the boy.
Her first inclination was to be aggressive, to kiss the boy and force Tom to make love to her. Still, it was good enough to let him do the work for her, allow the boy to think that he was taking advantage of an older woman against her better judgment. They would both enjoy it better that way.
Then the boy started to kiss Susan Chambers, quite surprised by his good fortune. It was not every night that he was left alone in the usually crowded pad, especially with a gorgeous piece of ass like Susan. Tom Cullen was experienced with women. He had been fucking for over two years, since the age of fourteen. Susan had seemed sophisticated and unapproachable at first, but now she was coming through like a champ, far easier and more responsive than he had had any right to expect.
Pressing his advantage, Tom inclined his head and touched Susan's heavily rouged cheek with his lips. He could already peer down the low neckline of the woman's fashionable red cotton blouse and see her big tits almost popping out of the confines of her brassiere. The voluptuous woman was going to be naked and in his arms in no more than five minutes, one way or another.
Finally Tom gathered the courage to kiss Susan properly, covering her thick sensual lips with his own narrow mouth, pressing his chest against the woman's well-developed torso. She wanted him, no doubt about that. She wanted to be fucked right there on the living room floor. Best of all, it looked like nobody was going to walk in and ruin their scene.
Susan sighed with relief as she felt the boy working on her body. His tongue tasted young and fresh as it squirmed into her gaping mouth. Tom was attractive, all right, so young and handsome that Susan grew impatient, hardly able to wait for him to escalate the pace of their lovemaking.
Tom wrapped his arms around the woman's back and shoulders, finally allowing himself to reach into her blouse. It was hard to get to her while she was still dressed, but Tom was determined to take things slow and easy and give the middle-aged sexpot no opportunity to reject his advances.
His hands covered Susan's ripe round tits, pulling at the stiff fiber of her brassiere, trying to liberate the huge globes from their encircling garments. Susan sat up part way, unhooking her blouse from behind, more turned on than she had been in months, dying to get down to business with her young lover.
Two seconds later her blouse had been removed, soon to be followed by Susan's skirt and brassiere. She stood half naked before her lover on the mattress, pulling at her stockings, peeling them off her long, hairless thighs. Tom watched carefully, feeling his prick spring to life, knowing that it would be easy as hell to raise a good hard-on for his latest conquest.
He got out of his clothing quickly and without ceremony, not caring what impression he made on the older woman. Susan stared at the boy unblinkingly, pleased with his long wiry arms and slender torso. Tom was blond and willowy, not at all threatening, the kind of boy she had always found most attractive. It looked like they would have a damned good time together.
Susan reclined on the bare mattress, spreading her legs slightly, baring her blonde pubic bush to Tom's avid inspection. The boy seemed speechless with admiration, staring at her like he had never seen a naked woman before. For a few seconds tension built in the overheated bedroom, then Tom smiled at his new conquest, ready to fuck her without hesitation.
He kissed Susan again, this time plunging his tongue deep into her yielding mouth. Susan wrapped her arms around the boy's naked, dry back, feeling her big soft tits being crushed against Tom's chest. She didn't look down at the boy's prick, feeling it swell up hard and firm against her naked thighs.
Tom continued to take things slow and easy with the older woman, still not sure of her reactions. It was the first time he had fucked a woman anywhere near Susan's age but so far things were going right. Her body was firm and voluptuous and Susan seemed more than willing to meet him halfway.
He reached down and started to caress Susan's tits, paying special attention to her soft, broad pink nipples. Susan sighed with anticipation, throwing her torso backwards, pressing her hands on the nape of Tommy's neck. It would feel so good to have his tender lips sucking at her sensitive tits.
However, Tom continued to manipulate his mistress's boobs, tweaking the nipples gently, smiling as they hardened and turned a dark red under his insistent ministrations. The woman's tits were really something to see, he told himself, each one large enough to fill both his hands. He had not really seen her ass yet but that too was bound to be altogether delightful.
"Suck them," Susan whispered, her voice deep and insinuating. "You can do it, Tommy. Take them into your mouth and suck them. I'm dying for you to do it to me."
Tommy did not have to be told twice. He cupped his right hand under Susan's huge boobs and then lowered his head to the prize, protruding his tongue and immediately licking at the sensitive nipples, his prick rubbing incessantly against the satiny skin of Susan's bare thighs.
Susan continued to be passive, flat on her back before the handsome young stud. It was crazy for her to be in that apartment but it was also far too late to be worrying about that sort of thing. The boy had turned her on and now they were fucking. It was as simple as that. Later, when they were finished, she would be able to think about what had happened.
Tom sucked one of the big puckered nipples into his hungry mouth, teasing it with his lips and tongue, occasionally biting into the incredibly sensitive glands. All the while, his left hand was exploring the rest of Susan's body, tracing the curves of her torso and then moving down to the woman's thighs, not yet ready to make first contact with her dripping cunt.
Susan decided that it was time for her to play a more active role in their lovemaking. It was impossible to resist a boy like Tom, so she might as well have a little fun with him, give her sexual desires free rein. In all likelihood she would never see him again, certainly not as a sex partner, which gave the woman a sense of freedom and complete sensual liberation.
She reached down and brushed long cool fingers against Tom's prick, delighted to see that the heavy organ had already started to swell, to fill with extravasated blood. Tom gasped and winced for the first second but soon resigned himself to the woman's touch. If she wanted to play with his pecker, the boy was the last one in the world to complain about it.
Susan wrapped her fingers around the heavy organ, feeling the blood coursing through the thick veins that -lined its taut surface. She pulled the skin of the collar back and forth over the spongy purple head, feeling a surge of electricity pass through her own body. Yes, they were attuned to one another already, needing no period of adjustment.
Susan knew that her lover was going to come quickly if she continued to play with his prick. However, it was impossible to relinquish the luscious shaft now that she had it trapped in her fingers. Susan stared down at her lover's meat and knew exactly what she wanted to do. Getting fucked would have to wait until she had blown the boy for at least a few minutes.
Susan shifted her position slightly, her body bending at the waist. Her young lover's hands continued to tease and stimulate Susan's tits as her head bent with agonizing slowness toward his erect prick. Susan stared at the big cock for a few seconds and then parted her lips gently, ready to turn on the young boy as he had never been turned on before.
Now Tommy was crouching on the mattress, his slender back propped against the peeling plaster of the near wall. Susan was lying prone before him, propped on her elbows, her tits rubbing repeatedly against his sensitive balls. Just a few more seconds and he would actually be able to see the woman open her luscious mouth and take his horny prick in.
"Yeah, lady, do that for me," Tommy urged, forgetting Susan's name for the moment. "That feels so damned good. You don't know what you're doing to me. Come on, just do it for a few minutes. I won't come in your mouth if you don't want me to."
Susan smiled inwardly as she moved her mouth on top of the throbbing organ. It was touching to hear the boy trying to talk her into something she was dying to do. Of course he would come in her mouth, shoot a wad of hot frothing semen between her parted lips. It was what he wanted and there was no doubt in Susan's mind that she wanted the very same thing.
Tommy shuddered as he felt, the woman's thick red lips being pressed against the tip of his cock. It would be so easy to come on the spot, to let his lust rampage without inhibition. On the other hand, he would have been a fool to do that, not to take full advantage of the woman's attentions. Tommy closed his eyes as he felt Susan's hot lips and tongue turning him on, wanting the whole experience to last as long as possible.
Susan surrounded the head of her lover's cock with her rouged lips, not caring what she looked like in the process. A few seconds later, she brushed her long flaxen hair behind her shoulders, so that the boy could watch her in action. His eyes were closed for the moment but soon he was sure to want to watch as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
She lowered her head slightly, taking in the first three inches of Tom's cock. Her mouth was full now but Susan was not yet satisfied. She could see that her lover had a good six thick inches of cock and she wanted every millimeter of it throbbing in her throat. Susan lowered her head more, taking in the huge weapon a little at a time for the next few seconds.
Tommy felt his cock disappearing into that insatiable mouth, turned on without surcease by the woman's incredibly sensitive lips and tongue. A few seconds later he opened his eyes, seeing that his prick had vanished completely. Susan's teeth were digging gently into the base of his rod while her soft red lips were pressed firmly against his tangled black pubic hair.
Once more, Susan was completely satisfied with her progress. The boy was evidently amazed at her ability to swallow the full six inches of his cock, which was now throbbing in her throat. She maintained that position for a few seconds and then moved her head up again, letting the shiny, taut organ slide part way out, where she could work on it more easily and efficiently.
Her head began to bob up and down like a machine, servicing the full length of Tommy's cock over and over again. Now the thick shaft was covered with a sticky bath of her warm saliva, hot and heavy in her greedy mouth. Susan curled her tongue around the head again, knowing that within a few moments the boy would be ready to fire his wad.
Susan pulled at the heavy cock with all her strength, her jaw a little tired from the effort of taking him in. Her lips were stretched out of shape but that didn't slow the horny woman down for a second. No, the boy was almost ready and she had so many more tricks to show her handsome young lover.
"I'm almost there," Tommy moaned, no longer aware of what he was saying. "Just do that for a few seconds more and I'll come all over you. I swear I will, you beautiful bitch. Come on, baby, I want to come in your mouth."
Susan continued her work, turned on by the boy's words. Her tits were pressed against Tom's groin and she could feel the come leaking out of her own pussy. Yes, the boy would come in her mouth but that was nothing to worry about. Young boys were always more virile than older men. Undoubtedly Tom would be able to fuck her a few moments after she was done sucking him off.
She could feel the big prick getting stiffer in her mouth, a sure sign that the boy was almost there. Susan bent her head down, concentrating intensely on bringing the boy to a shattering climax. Her lips and tongue continued to torture the healthy young cock and then she could taste the first drop of come leaking slowly out of the tip of that irresistible organ.
Tom lunged his prick forward, his face covered with sweat, every muscle in his body on edge. He stared directly at Susan as she took his cock into her mouth for the last time, the big organ jerking and bucking as it went through its paces. Susan refused to let the boy back up an inch now that she had brought his prick to a state of violet explosion.
Her mouth was soon swimming in come, gulping down the saline juices as quickly as Tom could produce them. Susan relished the taste of a man's secretions, especially a handsome young stud like Tommy Cullen. He shot once and then exploded again, giving the woman all the semen she could possibly desire, filling her mouth with the hot frothing fluids.
Susan kept her head in position for the next few moments, waiting for her lover's passion to wane. She licked and sucked Tom's thick cock for a few seconds and then finally allowed it to slide out from her lips, coated with saliva, as thick and hard as it had been when they'd started.
"To think that I came down here to complain about noise," Susan stated a few seconds later, a smile gracing her lovely face. "I certainly didn't expect it to end up like this."
"Me either," Tommy answered candidly. "I mean, we have so many hassles with that fucking landlord you wouldn't believe it. It was all I needed having one of the other tenants complain. He would have evicted us for sure."
Susan stared at her young lover for the next few moments, not saying a word, thinking over what had happened during the last hour. She had stayed up late to read and then had been disturbed by the sound of the boy's drumming. Several times in the recent past, Susan had seen Tommy and the other members of his rock band carrying their instruments into the apartment. This was the first time they had bothered her.
Susan Chambers was not the sort of woman to bother her neighbors about a little noise. Although she had little interest in rock music, Susan had never minded having the band in her building. The boys had always been friendly and polite and seemed to do most of their rehearsing during the day, while she was out working or at the library.
That particular night she had been in a bad mood. A lack of work and a call from her former husband had been enough to torpedo Susan's usually high spirits. Robert could be a real pain in the ass that way, bugging her at least once a week with his entreaties and endless streams of good advice. Alright, it was difficult for a woman to make it on her own, but anything would have been better than going back to Robert.
Six years of marriage, Susan remembered, snuggling closer to her young lover on the bare, lumpy mattress. She had met Robert during college and they had hit it off from the start. Bright, mature, successful, good looking; any freshman girl would have found Robert Warner appealing. Susan had fallen for him hook, line and sinker, completely taken in by his charm.
Robert had been graduated at the end of Susan's first year of college, staying in the small town to take a teaching job. Soon his ambitions had led him back to the city, taking the girl with him, not caring that he was ending Susan's education. He had made plenty of money those first few years and Susan remembered that she had indeed been reasonably happy.
But then things had started to go sour. Robert wanted to dominate her completely, wanted an old-fashioned wife whose ambitions extended no further than housekeeping and motherhood. That had been their first argument, the issue of raising a family. Susan had insisted on completing her education first, while Robert had been impatient and uncompromising.
It had dragged on like that for a full six years, during which time Susan had lost contact with her friends and past life. Then, when they had had one fight too many, she had left Robert, moved to another city, intending to make it on her own. It had been pretty rough those first few years.
Susan's first impulse had been to find another man, one who would be more understanding, less authoritarian than Robert. She had tried repeatedly, going out on a series of dates and striking up an endless string of relationships. Each man was worse than the last, in his own unique way. It had taken another four years to convince Susan that she had to make it completely on her own.
That brought Susan Chambers right up to the present. She lived alone, supporting herself with a series of part time jobs. Four years of night classes had earned her a college degree but that didn't seem to make it any easier to find a good job. At the present time she was thirty-four years old, working as a freelance proofreader, barely able to keep body and soul together.
That particular night, Susan had been in a rotten mood. She showered quickly and then mixed herself a drink, rather an unusual procedure for her. Just as she had settled down with the classified section of the newspaper. Tommy's drumming had started, ruining her concentration completely.
Susan had thrown down the newspaper and then dressed herself quickly, wearing the same outfit she had donned while going out to look for new work assignments. Tommy had greeted her at the door, apologizing for the noise, inviting the woman to come in and sit down to talk for a few minutes.
After that, things had happened rather quickly. Susan had found herself strongly attracted to Tom Cullen from the first. The handsome lad had joked with her, treated Susan like a person. Despite the age difference between them, Susan had found it most pleasant to become friendly with Tommy.
But there was no time for further reflection on Susan's part. Tommy had seduced her or she had seduced him, but in any case they were naked together on the mattress and now the boy was moving closer to" her again, his stiff prick digging into her hips, obviously ready to go all the way with Susan Chambers.
Susan snuggled against her young lover, knowing that Tom's prick had lost none of its tautness or tension. She reached down and grabbed the magic wand, feeling another surge of strength pass through her own tired body. It had been years since she had fucked a man younger than herself but that was all over. It looked like they were going to go at it for real this time.
Tommy was more active the second time around, grabbing Susan's big, soft tits, wondering a little about the woman who had put out for him so easily. Susan was rather a strange creature, older than himself but not distant like most women of her generation. She dressed rather straight but wore a minimum of makeup and seemed inclined to act rather casually.
He ran his hands along Susan's body, finally stopping at the woman's cunt. There was no doubt in Tommy's mind that Susan was the best thing that had happened to him in months. At the age of thirty five, her body was still firm and muscular and inviting, especially her big soft tits and broad, fanning hips. Yes, it was going to be a pleasure to sink his rock-hard cock between the moist labia he was now fingering.
Tommy worked his fingers into Susan's cunt without hesitation, knowing that the woman was with him every step of the way. She had her eyes closed for the moment and that allowed him to run his eyes from her lovely face to her voluptuous body. Susan was tall and shapely, narrow waisted with slightly broad shoulders. Her cunt was blonde like the rest of her, the curly tresses tangling moistly around the boy's probing fingers.
A few seconds later, Tommy was ready to fuck. He had two fingers shoved into the willing woman's twat and she seemed to like it just fine, moaning with lust, pressing herself close against him. Those huge tits continued to tickle and torment him, rubbing into Tommy's chest, not letting him relax for a second. There was only one way to deal with a woman like Susan.
"Are you ready?" he asked a few seconds later.
"I really want to fuck you, Susan. I want you to come all over me."
"That makes two of us," Susan answered, smiling openly at her eager young lover. "Just take things slow and easy. I'm all yours, so there's nothing to worry about."
It felt good to be in the driver's seat for once, Susan reflected. Most men liked to dominate a woman, make her feel like an inexperienced child. Tommy, on the other hand, seemed to look to her for guidance, despite the fact that he was obviously no virgin. In any case, he was turning her on with his probing fingers and she was ready to satisfy her lust entirely.
Tommy mounted the woman a few seconds later, sinking his slender body onto Susan's torso, holding his stiff prick in his right hand. Susan parted her slender hairless thighs for the boy, turned on completely by his presence, knowing that she was going to celebrate her own orgasm in record time.
The heavy organ bent slightly as it was stuffed into Susan's waiting fuck box. She sighed with relief as Tommy started to fuck her, far more slowly and sensitively than she had had any right to expect. His prick seemed to fill her completely, alive and moving, stimulating every available inch of her vulva. Yes, it was great to be fucked by the handsome young musician.
Soon their bodies were cemented together with sweat, moving with perfect synchronicity on the uncomfortable mattress. By that time Susan had forgot where she was. Her eyes were closed and it was easy to bear the young man's modest weight, to feel his prick going deeper inside her with every impassioned stroke.
"That's it, you can fuck me as hard as you want," Susan encouraged her young lover. "It feels great when you put it all the way into me. Come on, Tommy, fuck me, fuck me hard."
Once again, Tommy was more than willing to oblige his mistress. He had been holding back for a few moments, afraid of premature ejaculation, but after the blow job Susan had given him that was not going to be a problem. The woman wanted to be fucked hard and that was in perfect accord with his own desires.
Tommy slammed his prick in as hard as he could, looking down to see it disappear into Susan's pubic bush. His jet-black hair was pasted to Tommy's forehead as he gave his lust free rein. He was not yet ready to come, would have no trouble bringing the voluptuously built woman to orgasm first.
Tommy whaled his prick into the clinging, waiting hole, feeling Susan starting to move beneath him. It had been good while she was passive, a thousand times better now that the older woman was using some of her tricks, digging her ass into the lumpy mattress and undulating her hips provocatively from side to side. It seemed possible that they would come together.
Susan continued to control the action, bringing her lover to the verge of ecstasy and then drawing him back again. She clamped her cunt muscles down around the thick shaft of muscle that was probing her so well and then loosened her grip, allowing her lover to move as freely as he desired.
She felt as if she could come at any time but it was so much nicer to fight her orgasm, prolong the anticipatory delight as long as possible.
She wrapped her agile legs around Tommy's back, drawing the boy closer to her own lusting body. He was cool and smooth despite the heat of the apartment, his body like that of a swimmer. Susan kissed her young lover at that point, her tongue sliding directly into Tommy's sweet, gaping mouth.
Now she had the boy completely in her power, her muscular thighs holding him exactly in position. Tommy stopped moving for a few seconds, loving the feel of Susan's cunt as it tried to milk the come out of his overloaded prick. Yes, it was great to be with a woman who knew what she was doing, who knew how to drive a man half out of his mind with lust.
A few seconds later, Susan was ready to come. She gripped her young lover tight, her arms around his shoulders, her ankles crisscrossed on his firm white buttocks. Her cunt was on fire now, opening and closing around the thick rod, trying to draw every inch of it into her hungry vulva.
Tommy began to move against just as Susan's orgasm began, sensing that his work had been done and done well. He shoved his cock in with increasing speed and violence just as Susan's contractions began. It was great to look down at the woman, to see her eyes staring straight ahead as her body went through its contortions. For her part, Susan's mind was blank to all but the waves of sensual gratification that threatened to engulf her.
She came and then came again, each spasm stronger and more shattering than its predecessor. Susan could feel the thick fluid leaking out of her cunt, coating her lover's prick and then trickling down onto her naked thighs. He had fucked her incredibly well, given her one of her best orgasms in years.
Once again, Susan had no time to ponder what was happening to her. As soon as her orgasm had ended, Tommy began to fuck her faster and more urgently than before, his prick lubricated by the copious flow of Susan's pussy juice. A few seconds more and it would all be over for both of them.
Susan continued to move with her handsome young lover, wanting to give the boy the best cum of his life. Her legs were still clenched around Tommy's midsection but that was not stopping him from slamming his cock in and out of her cunt with incredible violence as he approached the point of no return.
One more stroke and the boy was there, slamming his prick in harder than ever, letting it explode in the deepest recesses of Susan's clinging twat. The woman lay there without moving, feeling the power transferred from one body to the other, knowing that she had satisfied Tommy beyond his wildest dreams.
The come rocketed into her pussy like a live volcano, once again overloading Susan's contracted cunt. She watched as the boy removed his prick, seeing the thick fluids course out of her box and forming a sticky puddle on her thighs and the mattress below. It was all over now, one hell of a way to spend an evening.
I guess I ought to be going now," Susan told her young lover. "I won't bug you about the noise any more; you can be sure of that."
"Hey, don't split yet," Tommy answered, getting quickly to his feet. "If I'm not going to rehearse, you have to stay and keep me company. It's only fair."
Five minutes later, Susan Chambers let Tommy into her apartment. As long as they were going to spend the night together it was best to do it in privacy, rather than be disturbed by the other boys who shared the downstairs apartment. Susan undressed immediately, knowing that there was no point being shy or coquettish with the boy after she had already blown and fucked him that evening.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan Chambers stood alone and confused in the busy offices of BIG BEAT magazine, wondering if she had done right in taking Tom Cullen up on his word. It was hard as hell to get proofreading assignments that year and the magazine was a profitable enterprise, but it seemed unlikely that they would want a woman of her age. As far as Susan could tell, she was at least a decade older than anybody else in the teeming office.
Still, Tom had shown a touching concern for her welfare since the night they had spent together. Fascinated by the woman's background and ability to live alone and be self-supporting, he had suggested the next day that she go for an interview at his favorite magazine. Better yet, Tommy had a slight acquaintance with one of the editors, Mike Travers.
Susan had dressed herself more carefully than usual that day, choosing an outfit that she hoped would make her look young. Generally, Susan took little care of her clothing and personal appearance, knowing that her natural good looks would make a favorable impression most of the time. She felt somewhat uncomfortable and out of place for the first-few minutes.
She stood in a short blue skirt that barely covered the top halves of her shapely thighs, her bare knees dimpled and appealing. A pair of simple shoes and a low-cut blouse completed the ensemble, along with a small, black leather handbag. Susan had eschewed cosmetics for the day, guessing correctly that a casual appearance would stand her in better stead.
Finally she gathered her courage and approached the receptionist, a dazzling young blonde encamped behind three telephones and a formidable pile of manuscripts and other papers. The girl looked at Susan without comprehension but was quick to answer her questions. Yes, Mr. Travers was expecting her, would be ready for the interview in just a few more minutes.
Susan was pleased with her first impressions of the office. It seemed like dozens of youngsters were hanging around, all of them talking loudly, using an argot with which she was only marginally familiar. She heard a lot of half familiar names being bandied about but spend most of her time staring at the posters and advertisements that covered the dark blue walls.
Finally Susan was called in for her interview. Mike Travers' office was at the far end of a long, narrow corridor, set apart from the rest of the cubicles. Joni, the secretary-receptionist, knocked at the door and then disappeared, smiling at Susan and wishing her luck in a fairly sincere tone of voice.
"Take a seat," Mike Travers announced, laying down the telephone receiver and glancing with distaste at a business letter that lay unfolded before him. His desk was piled high with undone paperwork, offending Susan's sense of order, but Mike himself seemed a pleasant enough lad, with his long hair, pale green eyes and air of amused detachment.
"I'm sorry I couldn't see you this morning when you called," Mike continued, staring at the woman directly, not failing to notice Susan's high-riding skirt. "We've been busy as hell. You know, we run this joint as sort of a cooperative, but sometimes I wish somebody around here knew about business.
"I can't help much that way," Susan replied, crossing her knees and smiling back at the busy lad. "I'm just a proofreader. I'm pretty good at that, if you think you can use me."
"What do you know about rock music?" Mike asked, scratching his chin and disturbing the thin reddish stubble that he had evidently been cultivating for some time. "Shit, you don't have to know much, just a few names and song titles."
"I guess you could say I'm a little old for that sort of thing," Susan answered modestly. "More from the Presley era. But I do have a certain technical expertise with manuscripts."
The conversation continued, interrupted repeatedly by the telephone. Susan was soon confirmed in her initial judgment of the magazine. Everybody seemed to be working hard but mostly at cross purposes, with a definite lack of organization. Still, that was none of her business, certainly not until she had been hired.
During the interview, Susan got to know quite a bit about Mike Travers. A recent high school graduate, he had decided to get directly into magazine work rather than going on to college. He and Tom had been musicians together, but Mike had decided that his future didn't lie in that area. He had been with the magazine for over a year, despite the fact that he had just turned eighteen. Susan couldn't help but be impressed.
"I don't understand," Mike concluded a few minutes later. "You're a college grad, you have all the qualifications. Why do you want to work for us? They pay's pure shit, you know."
"I don't like to work for just anybody," Susan explained, smiling to mollify her strong words. "Besides, I'm tired of old men and old magazines. I'd like to get into something new."
Satisfied, Mike asked the woman to go through a few manuscripts with him, bending low over a work worktable and rapidly explaining the operation of the monthly magazine. Aside from covering concerts and other live appearances, BIG BEAT reviewed rock records, conducted opinion polls and generally sought to speak for its large, young readership.
Susan found her admiration for Mike and his enterprise growing. The boy was incredibly energetic, with an unlimited capacity for hard work and self-sacrifice. Lunch hour came around but he remained in the office, asking Susan if she wanted to send out for a sandwich. It became obvious to the woman that she was going to land some sort of job that day.
Eventually the office seemed to clear and the telephone rang with far less frequency. Lunch arrived and Susan sat beside her young employer on a broken down but quite comfortable sofa, biting into her sandwich with relish. She liked everything about the magazine and was looking forward to her first assignment.
"What a fucking bitch of a day," Mike commented, finishing his meal. "I could really use a break. You won't be scandalized or anything if I offer you a joint, will you? It's sort of our answer to the three o'clock martini."
I hate to admit it but I've never smoked grass before," Susan answered with a candid smile. "Not that I'm against it or anything. It's just that the people I know don't indulge."
"No time like the present to start," Mike answered, staring at the woman with increasing interest. "I don't know where you've been all these years, but better late than never."
Susan accepted the smoldering joint, sniffing at it before placing it in between her lips. Never a heavy drinker or smoker, she soon felt the mild narcotic affecting her strongly, making her head swim and her senses reel. It was nice to be alone in the small, crowded office, the most exciting thing that had happened in to her in years, with the exception of the night she had so recently spent with Tom Cullen.
The joint was soon replaced by a second number, and Susan found that it was easy to acclimate herself to the new form of inebriation. Marijuana was a bit of a disappointment in that it did not affect her too powerfully, but it was a lot of fun to do something that offbeat, particularly with Mike Travers, who seemed more and more interested in getting to know her better.
The boy moved closer on the couch, unable to tear his eyes from the ever rising hemline of Susan's miniskirt. He had been impressed by the woman right off the bat, turned on by her big tits and broad shapely ass, amused by her detachment and cool rationality. It was possible to seduce a woman like that, he decided, and with a minimum of difficulty.
Susan noticed that the boy was getting physical with her, touching her hands and arms at every opportunity. It wasn't a good idea to start off a business relationship on that footing, but she found that it just didn't matter. They were having a good time together and there were some things more important than money.
"First you get me stoned, then you seduce me," Susan giggled, not knowing why she found it so amusing. "Really, I feel like a wicked old woman, taking terrible advantage of you."
"You're really a gas," Mike answered. "I thought you'd be uptight as shit. I mean, the way you're dressed and everything."
Susan thought she knew exactly what the boy had in mind. Her clothing was a little ridiculous, being that of neither an adult nor an adolescent. But it had always been hard for her to dress when she considered herself part of no group, having no particular image that she wanted to convey. At least the sophisticated young editor was not going to hold that against her.
Mike moved in for the kill, kissing Susan immediately. He had indeed been turned on by the woman, curious about her strangely indifferent mentality. Most people had some sort of ax to grind but Susan was in a class by herself. It really didn't matter to the woman whether she got the job or not, whether they fucked or didn't. She seemed to take life as it came, not bothering with the excess baggage of preconceived notions about its purpose.
Susan stood up and started to undress, forgetting about the preliminary stages of seduction. The boy wanted to fuck her and she liked him quite well. That was all there was to it, with no strings attached. Why waste time playing games when you could spend it so much more enjoyably making love?
Once again, Susan found it impossible to repress her laughter. It was silly to strip in the boy's office. Anyone could walk in on them, interrupt them in midstream. And the boy was only a year older than her other lover, exactly half Susan's age. Nonetheless, they were drawn to one another and that was amusing, too. Life could be a lot of fun if you took it the right way.
Susan fumbled with her skirt and blouse, tripping over her own shoes as she stripped. She was never at her best in situations like that, always finding something to laugh about at the wrong time. However, Mike seemed with her in spirit, not making a big deal of sex, ready to enjoy himself simply and directly.
Finally Susan managed to remove her clothing, plumping clumsily down on the sofa beside her newest lover. Mike stared at the woman with surprise. Susan had looked just fine in her miniskirt but she was a hundred times better in the raw, her awkwardness overcome by the natural grace of her magnificent body, her eyes shining beautifully with lust and desire.
He got out of his own clothing in record time, knowing better than Susan how likely it was for them to be interrupted. Kicking the remaining manuscripts onto the filthily carpeted floor, Mike took Susan in his arms, holding the woman close, wondering if the grass would bother her or enhance her sensuality, knowing that it could go either way.
Susan could not have been more pleased with the way things were turning out. Job interviews were usually a drag, a charade that left her filled with disgust and self-hatred. Now she was doing what was natural: making love to a handsome young boy. More companies should be run according to those principles, she decided, as she felt Mike's long pink tongue slide into her mouth.
The boy's hands moved down to Susan's tits, caressing the heavy round boobs, manipulating the nipples until they had turned dark and red and puckered. His prick got hard almost immediately, rammed against Susan's thigh, turning the woman on in a flash. Susan wanted to reach down for his cock but kept her impulses in check for a few moments longer.
Mike continued to play with Susan's tantalizing tits awhile longer, finally sliding his hand down to the woman's parted ivory thighs. His hand covered her cunt and then one long index finger glided into Susan's twat as if guided by radar. The older woman leaned back, expelling her breath audibly, perfectly content to leave things to her lover for the nonce.
Mike allowed himself to slide off the couch so that he was on his knees before Susan Chambers, his head parallel to her wide open pussy. He held the woman's thighs apart with strong hands and then protruded his tongue, immediately making contact with her labia and clitoris. Susan knew right away that they were going to make it together successfully.
She stared down at the editor as his tongue moved deeper into her gaping pussy. Mike wasn't as handsome as Tom, but he seemed stronger and more virile, powerfully built with a prick that was surprisingly long and thick. He also seemed to know just what he wanted from a woman, an experienced lad who was going to turn her on just fine once he got down to business.
Mike moved his tongue against Susan's clitoris, teasing and licking the tiny pink bud until it had filled with blood and swelled to twice its normal size. His red hair hid his face from view but Susan did not have to watch any longer. She could tell that Mike knew what he was doing, that the boy was capable of bringing her to orgasm by eating her hungry twat.
He used his long red tongue carefully and well, curling the organ around Susan's clitty, causing the woman to moan with pleasure. Soon he shifted to her vulva, holding the woman's labia apart with his long powerful fingers, insinuating his tongue into the breach. His face was soon coated with Susan's warm secretions but that did not slow Mike down for a second.
Soon Susan tired of the game, knowing that she wanted something larger and firmer inside her insatiable fuck box. She caressed Mike's strong shoulders for a few seconds and then pushed the boy's head away, smiling broadly, her other hand caressing her large firm tits.
Mike raised himself up a little further, trying to fuck Susan while still on his knees on the floor. It was a comedy of errors for the next few minutes until Susan decided that it would be wise for her to help the boy, get into a position that would make her pussy more accessible.
"Fuck me from behind," she stated. "This' couch is a damned death trap. I keep thinking I'm going to get impaled on one of the springs. Come on, I really want you now."
So saying, Susan Chambers rolled over onto all fours on the couch, barely able to keep from falling. Mike looked at her for a second, delighted to see the woman's cunt and asshole peeping out from between her snowy white buttocks. It would be great to fuck her in that position, assuming that they would be able to keep their balance for more than a few seconds.
Mike caressed Susan's ass, moving his hands back and forth over the amazingly smooth skin, occasionally letting his finger rub against her tiny pink bunghole. Susan seemed to like that sort of foreplay but it was obvious that the woman needed stronger medicine, was dying to feel his cock inside her.
Holding on to the back of the rickety sofa, Mike swung his powerfully muscled body into position. From behind, Susan seemed a teenager herself, her firm flesh and unblemished skin showing up beautifully under the fluorescent light. He held his prick in the cleft of those magnificent buttocks, sliding it up and down until it was resting comfortably between cunt and asshole.
"Cut it out," Susan stated with mock anger.
"How long do I have to wait to get fucked around here?"
A number of answers flashed through Mike's mind but the horny lad was far too preoccupied to bother articulating any of them. He held his rigid prick in hand and then slowly guided it between the narrow opening of Susan's labia, going slowly and carefully, wanting to drain every ounce of enjoyment from the procedure. Mike considered himself a sexual connoisseur and knew that he had found something special in Susan Chambers.
Susan groaned with relief as she felt his cock being shot home inside her twat. The grass had started to disorient her but now Mike's rod had brought her pleasantly back to reality. Nothing could have been more reassuring in those strange circumstances than the firm feel of seven inches of cock throbbing within her.
Mike rested his rock-hard belly against Susan's ripe, firm buttocks, his prick reaching the very bottom of her vaginal canal. Reaching around, he took the woman's tits in hand, weighing the luscious globes and fondling them roughly. Susan bent her head like a horse, nuzzling at the caressing hands, starting to move her ass and contract her cunt muscles.
At that point, Mike removed his prick halfway from Susan's twat, wanting to feel himself sucked back in by her powerful sphincter muscles. His hand was pressed firmly against the small of Susan's back but immediately he felt an irresistible pull at his prick, which began to disappear into the hole it had so recently vacated. No doubt about it, Susan knew how to use her voluptuous body as well as any woman he had ever fucked.
He began to fuck Susan with short quick strokes, his prick never leaving her cunt completely. The heavy rod seemed to get harder and then longer inside Susan as she moved with her energetic young lover. She felt slightly numb from the grass but that was not going to be a problem. In fact it seemed to be prolonging what was proving to be an incredibly pleasant bout of lovemaking.
Susan shook her tits free from the boy's grasping hands and then returned the favor, stretching her lithe arms until her fingers had touched the hairy skin of Mike's balls. The scrotum seemed amazingly heavy, each ball bulging in her hand. Susan squeezed the vulnerable burden gently, finding her mouth watering copiously as her passion continued to mount.
Mike stepped up the pace at that point, shoving his prick as far as it would go inside Susan's clinging hole and then leaving it there, pressing his full weight against her soft, pillowy buttocks. Susan strained with her lover, feeling completely gratified, every part of her cunt distended and sensitive. Then Mike pulled his cock out and the race began anew.
The heavy organ buckled as it slid out of Susan's cunt, soon to be re-inserted into that welcoming orifice. Susan gasped as the boy started to fuck her harder, his stomach crashing into her ass, his prick making an audible sloshing noise as it hit home against the very bottom of her vaginal channel.
Susan's orgasm took the experienced woman by surprise. It had started to build up and then had ebbed again, leaving her with a pleasant, somewhat numb feeling. Then Mike had started her up again with his long, fast, deep thrusting strokes, had triggered a reserve of passion that could no longer be denied.
Susan held her breath as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She could feel her arms and legs going stiff, then relaxing suddenly as the familiar spasms began. Her cunt imprisoned Mike's prick and then she was able to let go completely, feel her body being drained of all tension and frustration. Susan's orgasm built up in intensity, seeming to feed on itself, dragging on and on until she thought she would pass out before its conclusion.
However, her passion had been sated rather than aggravated. Soon she felt her lust starting to wane, although each stroke was as powerful and stimulating as the one that had preceded it. She noticed that she was still moving with her lover, as she had been through the course of her orgasm. Also, there was none of the usual letdown Susan had experienced after a climax.
"That was real nice," Mike gasped in an understatement. "Shit, you really know how to move, but slow down for a few seconds. It's hard for me to keep my prick inside you."
Susan obeyed her lover without question. It felt nice to use her muscles but now he had to take over, master her completely before shooting his own load. The one was as good as the other, a situation in which Susan could not lose. She continued to move with her virile young lover, but at a more measured pace, taking her cues from the boy's own rapid movements.
Mike withdrew his prick most of the way from Susan's cunt and then slammed it in again, twisting his hips as he struck home. It was as if he had not been satisfied with Susan's first climax, wanted the woman to come all over again. Susan knew that that was not very likely to happen but there was nothing wrong with what her lover was doing. She let go of the boy's balls, knowing that she had already done her work sufficiently well to give him an orgasm truly to remember.
Mike pumped harder, his prick jerking furiously in and out of Susan's clinging twat. Finally he shot his cock home for the last time, hitting bottom, letting the engorged tip rest against Susan's tight pussy walls. The come rocketed out of the tip of his rod with all the force of a geyser, splashing inside the woman, soothing Susan's burning inner tissues.
The boy continued to pump for a few seconds longer, until his prick began to go soft, blood draining reluctantly from its gnarled veins. Then he withdrew, standing back from the sofa until Susan was able to turn over and sit comfortably. Joining her on the couch, it was obvious to see that the boy was not done yet, had other sexual activities on his mind.
"Not yet. Give me a break," Susan stated gently, pushing the boy away. "I have to take a rest after that. You gave me one hell of a workout with that huge thing of yours."
"Yeah, you were something else yourself," Mike answered, mopping sweat from his neck and chest. "You really know how to turn a man on, Susan. I can't help wanting you again."
"Then let's sixty-nine or something," Susan suggested, seeing that her lover's cock had started to swell again. "I feel like you hollowed me out for keeps last time. How about it? We'll go slow and easy, right here on the couch."
It was an offer that Mike was not about to refuse. He had already eaten the woman's twat, but only fox a few seconds before fucking her. The thought of having his prick ensconced between those thick sensual lips easily compensated his disappointment at not being able to fuck Susan again. Yes, the two of them could get it on with oral sex, no problem at all.
Susan lay on her side on the couch, gripping Mike by the shoulder and dragging his head down to her pussy. Their positions were reversed, so that it was easy for her to reach her tongue out and lick the still swollen tip of his cock. Two seconds later she could feel Mike going to work on her own genital apparatus.
The long thick tongue immediately soothed Susan's pussy walls as even a copious shot of semen had failed to do. Mike seemed to be a real expert at cunnilingus and she was probably not the first girl who had begged off a second fuck with the well endowed lad. His prick seemed bigger than ever as Susan took it between her lips, barely able to frame huge purple crown.
However, the thick organ moved relentlessly forward, causing Susan's jaw to ache as she struggled to take it in. This was one young lover who would not be so easy to handle, she knew, despite the fact that he would not be long in coming. No, it was a real struggle to handle his thick cock without choking, even though Mike was doing everything he could to make it easy for her.
The boy's tongue was now fully inserted in Susan's box, licking and pulling at the tender, moist membranes, giving her no chance to relax or concentrate. Susan felt herself buzzing again, carried away on a cloud of intoxication and sensuality. Now it was simple to handle the huge cock that was jammed into her throat. Her lips and tongue could tame it with ease, control the huge organ until it was ready to explode.
Susan tightened her abdominal muscles, feeling her body in a new and devastatingly stimulating way. She ground herself against her young lover, wanting to take Mike's entire head into her greedy twat. All the while his prick continued to go deeper into her mouth. Susan had already learned to regulate her breathing to the pulsations of the heavy, plunging prick.
It was cramped and sweaty on the couch, with both lovers in danger of falling at any given moment. Susan twisted her body in order to secure her position and then had to turn again as she felt her lover slipping away. It was a real challenge to make it on that sofa but she was digging every minute of it.
Susan allowed her lover's cock to slide out of her mouth for a moment, knowing that she needed a rest before his orgasm. It was easy to keep the boy turned on by licking and caressing the huge, angry-looking organ, treating it like a giant candy cane. Susan's tongue traveled the length of his cockshaft, starting at the hairy, knotted base and moving slowly to the purple crown.
Then Susan began to lick her handsome lover's balls, doubling her tongue over and using the very tip to caress the contracted skin. She could hear Mike grunting with delight, obviously a boy who liked novelty. Soon she opened her mouth and swallowed Mike's heavy, distended balls, careful not to let her sharp white teeth dig into the vulnerable spheres.
All the while, Mike Travers used his lips and tongue to their best advantage, trying desperately to ignore the way Susan was turning him on with her talented mouth. He slid his tongue as far as it would go into the woman's dripping box and then held it there, feeling the muscles contracting strongly.
A few moments later, just as Susan had let go of his balls and gone back to work on the young editor's throbbing prick, Mike began to pay special attention to Susan's clitty, biting into the swollen organ, knowing that it would bring the sensual woman that much closer to her second orgasm of the afternoon.
However, it was Mike who was the first to come. As soon as his prick was back in Susan's mouth the boy felt a rush of virility pass through his entire body. He shoved his prick in hard, not caring if he impaled his older mistress. It was impossible to think in that position, impossible to do anything but wait for the fire in his cock and balls to cool.
The come shot out of his prick and directly into Susan's waiting mouth. At first she was able to swallow the boy's semen but then it became too much for her. Susan allowed the huge prick to slide out of her mouth while it was still spurting, receiving the rest of the shot on her lovely face and heaving tits.
A few seconds later Susan's endurance ran out. The boy's tongue was inside her pussy again, moving furiously, giving her no peace. Susan held her breath, amazed at her own orgasmic potential. She had always enjoyed sex, but it was something out of the ordinary with Mike. He had turned her on as no man had ever done before.
Eventually the lusty lad felt a wave of come washing into his open mouth. He gulped down the hot juices but continued to move his agile tongue until the woman's frantic movements had ceased entirely. Only then did he disengage his limbs, getting carefully off the rickety sofa and staring at Susan, his face a mask of fatigue and complete satisfaction.
There was a noise in the corridor, causing both lovers to grab for their clothing as quickly as actors in a bedroom farce. Susan wore a broad smile on her lovely face, still stoned from her first grass experience, completely delighted with the way things had turned out that afternoon.
"Hey, you never told me," she said a few seconds later, still buttoning her clothing. "Do I get the job or don't I?"
You've got to be shitting me," Mike Travers panted. "How could I refuse after that scene? Just show up tomorrow morning and we'll see if I can find anything for you."
"I'll be here at nine-thirty," Susan concluded, heading for the door. "Remember, I want to work at home. I don't like to get involved in office politics and other people's hassles."
CHAPTER THREE
By the time Susan Chambers returned to her small apartment, the grass had worn off, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness and frustration. Susan was a self-aware woman and quickly realized that her bad mood wasn't self-imposed but a result of her new drug experience. Nonetheless it was hard to be enthusiastic about the lonely night that lay before her.
Susan sat down before her expensive stereo console, one of the few self-indulgences she had ever allowed herself. Thumbing through a stack of impeccably kept records which contrasted strangely with the disorder of her other possessions, she removed Beethoven's Missa Solemnis from the pile and slipped it out of its jacket and onto the carefully calibrated turntable.
It was not really strange, Susan considered, for her to fall into things. Despite her intelligence she had always been the passive type, never knowing what she wanted from life. Susan had always felt herself different from other people, neither a saint nor a pariah, merely different Her sexual habits were a perfect example of her drifting passivity.
Susan Chambers had been approached by men since the age of twelve. Early to develop, she had been able to fathom the male psyche with little difficulty. However, despite the pleasure she took in sexual union, Susan rarely sought out attractive lovers or encouraged those who approached her. If a man wanted to fuck the delicate featured blonde he was in for a lot of steady effort and a good deal of initial frustration.
Thus, Susan's sex life had been rather limited by an early marriage and a general disinclination to activity and commitment. There wa no doubt in the woman's mind that she would never marry again. Older men, despite their experience, were absolutely impossible, neurotic weaklings who would drive a woman crazy before satisfying her simple and direct bodily desires.
However, it had been different of late, with Tommy Cullen and especially with Mike Travers. Both young men seemed to have shared her attitude towards sex, consciously or not. They were in it for pleasure, not romanticism or marriage or economic necessity or social pressure. They were free as she was, which came as rather a surprise to the reclusive woman. Perhaps she should have looked for younger lovers all along, Susan reflected....
The record stopped again, leaving Susan in a far better mood. Kicking her feet into a pair of shoes, the woman stopped briefly before a mirror, examining herself before walking down a single flight of stairs to Tom Cullen's apartment.
Susan Chambers' face had not changed much since her own adolescence, only in relative terms. Now she looked younger than her chronological age. Her face, although undeniably lovely, had a half formed quality about it, a frustrating look of indecision and apathy. Still, Susan was pleased with that aspect of her appearance, would have had it no other way.
Susan locked the door of her apartment and then walked with a firm athletic tread down the uncarpeted stairs of her building. She had lived in the building less than a year, was acquainted with no other tenant than Tom Cullen. Susan rather liked her neighborhood, though, a simple working class area where people seemed to have turned minding one's own business into an art form.
The hall was deserted as she knocked on Tom's door, realizing immediately that they would not be able to hear her inside owing to the earsplitting rock music that was being played. Susan listened for a few moments, finding that she was growing fond of the noise. It was not Beethoven but it didn't try to be and certainly there was nothing wrong with the musical aspects of the uninhibited strains that reached her in the hall.
Susan turned the doorknob, letting herself into the apartment. For the first moment she thought she was experiencing a return of her grass high, flashing all over again. A bank of speakers had been moved into the middle of the living room, a large flashing strobe light glinted maliciously overhead. There were people in the room, but none were visible. The music was evidently a tape recording of some earlier rehearsal session.
Undaunted, Susan Chambers tried to accustom her eyes to the semidarkness and her ears to the loud roar of the super amplified rock music. It seemed that the apartment was empty but for the sound equipment, as unlikely as that seemed. However, a few seconds later Susan was able to distinguish sounds and make out a few shapes, realizing that the room was quite heavily occupied.
Tom Cullen stood before her, stark naked and in an obvious state of arousal. Susan felt her knee striking a large rectangular speaker as she approached the boy, still trying to figure out what was going on around her. Soon Tommy addressed his neighbor directly, removing the last vestiges of mystery from the scene.
"Hey, Sue, I didn't expect to see you again this soon," He began, his voice raised over the din. "We were having a rehearsal and it's turned into a party. Why don't you stick around?"
by that point, Susan was sober and more cognizant of what was going on around her. She was able to recognize several of Tommy's friends and roommates, all in various stages of undress, accompanied by what must have been their girl friends. The heavy smell of incense soon revealed itself as a cover for the odor of a dozen joints of strong grass being passed around the room.
"I guess I ought to go," Susan answered her young lover. "I don't want to interrupt your party."
"Bullshit, stick around awhile," Tommy insisted, kissing the woman on her cheek. "I want you to tell me about that job and I want you to meet my friends. I was telling them all about you, and they all think you're a gas."
Directly before Susan, practically at her feet, a young couple was making out furiously, stark naked and fucking on the floor. For the first few seconds Susan found herself affected by the scene. They were all so young an uninhibited, so different from herself. A few minutes later she was able to view the scene more sympathetically as the grass began to affect her.
Susan watched the young couple carefully. They were fucking in ordinary fashion, the girl lying flat on her back, the boy's body wedged between her legs. It was a boy Susan had never seen before, a tall, good looking blonde lad. As much as she could see of the girl, she too seemed rather pretty and attractive.
Soon Susan realized that she could not remain a passive spectator for long. Roger had moved closer to her on the couch, his hand resting on her thigh. It seemed strange to become sexually involved with a boy she had never met or spoken to before, but the grass had brought Susan up again and she felt ready to do anything, completely open to experience.
Roger kissed her, his tongue protruding slowly and sensually into Susan's waiting mouth. It was still possibly to make out the other couples as she was seduced, which seemed to add to Susan's pleasure. Several of the couples had burgeoned into threesomes and quartets, something else that was new to Susan Chambers.
"Do you have parties like this all the time?" Susan asked innocently, momentarily breaking out of her lover's embrace. "I have to admit I've never seen anything like this before."
"Sometimes," Roger answered laconically. 'T mean, most of the time it's a drag, but tonight things just worked out good. Shit, I can tell you all about it later, but now now."
Susan didn't struggle as she felt the clothing being removed deftly from her body. It no longer mattered that she was in her late thirties, a middle aged woman, robbing the cradle, so to speak. The youngsters were willing to accept her and now she felt strongly stimulated, dying to satisfy her growing lust.
Before long, Susan found herself stark naked, no longer bothering to look at the other lusting couples. Her partner was in a similar state of undress and now he was leaning against Susan, his prick sliding directly into her hand. Susan closed her long sensitive fingers around the throbbing organ, wondering if Roger would turn out as virile as her other young lovers.
His prick was long and hard and slender in Susan's hand. She stroked the rigid organ and then decided to show her lover a good time. Slipping across the boy's lap as if she was ready to be spanked, Susan parted her sensual lips and allowed the hard cock to glide effortlessly into her waiting, talented mouth.
Susan clamped her lips around the pulsating rod, feeling her lover's hands reach down to caress her buttocks, his finger moving ever so slowly towards her gaping labia. Her head moved up and down slowly, taking in more of the heavy organ with every stroke. Soon they would be ready to fuck but in the meantime it was incredibly pleasant to blow the young man in that strange setting.
Roger withdrew his prick from Susan's mouth and then guided the woman into a new position.
Before she knew what was happening, Susan found herself on all fours on the floor, the filthy rug tickling her knees with its accumulation of dust and detritus. Then the lad crouched down behind Susan, not caring about the woman's age, concerned only with satisfying her lust and his own, perfectly well turned on by Susan's face and body.
His prick bumped against the opening of Susan's cunt and then worked its way in slowly and ineluctably. Soon she could feel the boy striking bottom, his prick a little thinner than she would have preferred. A few seconds later Roger started moving and Susan knew that she would have no trouble getting her rocks off. The boy was fucking her fast and furious and already she was beginning to feel the signs of an oncoming orgasm.
Susan clamped her cunt muscles around the probing prick, wanting to slow her lover down for a few seconds. It was nice to be fucked that energetically but impossible for her to keep up with Roger. The boy got the signal almost immediately, still fucking Susan fast but allowing her to react and time her own gyrations to meet his frantic thrusts.
"Come on, baby, I want to feel you come all over me," Roger urged. "You're really a fine piece of ass, you know that? I mean, I couldn't believe a woman your age could be so fucking fine."
Susan did not know whether to be insulted or complimented. Under ordinary circumstances she would have had nothing to do with Roger. He was a nice boy, attractive enough, but not at all her type. Nonetheless, it felt fine to be fucked by the lad and her orgasm was indeed coming on rather fast.
Roger stepped up the pace again, ruining Susan's concentration as he saw to his own lust and sexual need. His prick was hard to feel as it moved so rapidly in and out of Susan's dripping wet cunt. Turning her head to the side, the older woman found that she could watch another couple just a few feet away. They were sixty-nining in a slow, steady cadence, which she found much more to her liking.
All the while, Roger continued to fuck Susan, impressed by her tight cunt and experienced movements. His prick was lined with slender, crooked veins and his face covered with sweat as he moved closer to his orgasm It seemed impossible to turn on the woman he was fucking but that was her problem, not his.
A few more strokes and Roger was there, slamming his slender prick in for the last time, holding his midsection against Susan's soft, pillowy buttocks and letting the juices flow. Susan found that she liked the feel of a prick exploding deep inside her pussy, but this time it triggered no orgasm of her own. She would have to find some other, more agreeable lover.
Roger pulled his prick out of Susan's pussy, muttered some words of excuse and then disappeared into the darkness. Susan found herself sitting alone on the floor, still out of things, not really knowing what was expected of her. She continued to watch the couples around her, fascinated by the complete liberation inherent in their sexual activities. However, watching made her horny and it seemed that nobody cared to satisfy her lust.
Things changed rapidly and unequivocally for Susan Chambers just a few seconds later. Tommy walked over to her, accompanied by two boys she had never seen before. In the darkness, Susan could see that one was short and light-skinned, the other taller, darker and far more muscular. Tommy muttered a few words of introduction, telling Susan to have a good time with Bob and George, promising he would come back to see her later in the evening.
At first things were strange and uncomfortable for Susan Chambers. After her unsuccessful bout of lovemaking with Roger, she was not inclined to be receptive towards the two new boys. However, a few more joints were smoked and a few jokes exchanged and then she felt quite at home with her new lovers.
"We should do something really freaky," Bob, the short, blond boy suggested. "Don't take it the wrong way, Susan, but I've never been with a woman as old as you. You must be very experienced. I mean, it would be easy for you to fuck us both at the same time."
"Delightful as that sounds," Susan answered with a smile, "I think I'm going to disappoint you. I'm rather new to this sort of scene and you'll have to show me the way."
"Shit, anyone can do it," George interrupted. "Just get us hard and I swear, we'll give you the best fucking of your life."
The two boys approached Susan Chambers, their semierect pricks held firmly in hand. Susan did not know what to do first. She held Bob's prick gently and then allowed the other boy to start fucking her mouth, his prick filling with blood and swelling up instantaneously. Susan continued to pull at the other boy's rod, satisfied despite her confusion, knowing that she was not likely to let her two lusty lovers down.
Soon the two pricks were reversed and Susan did her best to keep both organs taut and erect. Eventually the two boys pulled away from her and started whispering to one another. Susan remained crouching on the rug, not caring what happened to her, knowing that it was bound to be good in any case.
"I'll fuck her and you let her blow you," George shouted to his friend, his voice carrying over the amplified rock music. "We can always switch off, and if it gets really good, you can fuck her asshole awhile."
Bob sat down on the lumpy sofa, his prick sticking straight out before him. Without being told what to do, Susan approached the boy on her hands and knees, her head perfectly level, ready to be fucked. She parted her thick sensual lips and began to suck the boy off immediately, knowing that within a few seconds George's thick, hard cock would be inserted into her cunt.
Susan took the thick organ into her mouth immediately, not bothering to think about what she was doing. It seemed incredible for her to have fucked one boy already that evening and then be preparing herself for a double fuck. What she was doing now put Susan's former sex life to shame, although the middle aged woman found it all surprisingly easy to take in stride.
Her mouth began to work wonders on Bob's short, dark cock, making the virile organ fill with blood and bulge against the back of Susan's throat. All the while, Susan could feel George's eyes burning into her body from behind. The boy was keeping aloof from the action for the moment but she was certain it would not take long for him to demand a more active role, put his heavy organ to work either in her cunt or her asshole.
Then Susan felt the boy's hands beginning to caress and explore her hindquarters, passing gently over her large firm buttocks and then moving to more intimate parts of her fetching anatomy. Feeling herself turned on by slow degrees, Susan continued to serve her first lover, knowing that her lips and agile tongue would soon have the lad in a state of ecstasy.
She felt something hard and taut pressed between her white buttocks, a sure sign that George was ready to take care of business. His heavy cock passed up and down the soft cleft of Susan's ass, resting momentarily against her bunghole. But George didn't seem to be interested in anal sex. A few seconds of friction, and he was ready to shoot his prick deep into her cunt.
"Okay, baby, here it comes," George announced, feeling that he had been neglected. "I'm going to give it to you good and hard so you know what it's like to fucked by a young stud."
Susan knew quite well, thanks to the pleasant afternoon she had spent with Mike Travers, but that did not detract from her enjoyment for a second. Her legs were already parted as far as they would go and it was easy for George to fit the tip of his cock into the breach.
It was like a dream come true for Susan Chambers. One boy's cock continued to throb in her mouth while the other boy was starting to fuck her, his cock sliding in a little at a time. Finally George struck bottom, resting his cock against Susan's womb, not moving for the moment. It gave Susan a few seconds to adjust to the new mode of passionate lovemaking.
For a few moments, Susan Chambers found it difficult to cope with her two lusty young lovers. It seemed as if a dozen pricks were having at her body, giving the middle-aged woman no peace. Susan concentrated hard, soon realizing that she was the center of action, the one who was controlling their scene. It was up to her to make sure that all three had a good time together.
Susan allowed Bob's prick to slide part way out of her mouth, just as George started to fuck her for real, slamming his heavy hard-on in and out of her well lubricated slit. All the while, the sounds of hard rock continued to fill the overheated atmosphere. Still, Susan was beginning to relax, learning how to enjoy the dual sensation of her young lovers' cocks.
She ground her hips, digging her soft pillowy buttocks into George's midsection, causing the young man to groan with lust. Then Susan's tongue began to do its work as well, covering Bob's prick with a thick layer of saliva. The young boy reached down and started to fondle Susan's tits, wondering how long the older woman would be able to hold out.
George held the luscious older woman's buttocks apart, watching his prick carefully as it moved in and out of her clinging twat. He had not expected much from Susan but her cunt was tight and totally inviting, meeting each of his strokes halfway, refusing to relinquish his meat for a second.
"Come on, Susan, you've got to be the first to come," George panted, his prick slamming into Susan with great authority. "I want to feel you coming all over my prick."
Soon Susan felt her body beginning to respond. She had already learned how to control her two lovers, making them work in conjunction for her own sexual benefit. Now it was easy for the woman to concentrate on both throbbing organs. Susan felt her cunt contracting hard around George's taut prick, a sure sign that she was almost ready to fly.
Still, it was difficult to think of her own gratification when the two boys were fucking her mouth and cunt so quickly and ferociously. Their pricks seemed to grow in size with every stroke, taking Susan over completely, giving her no choice but to let down her defenses and yield entirely.
Susan let out a cry of lust, stilled by the organ that was inserted halfway down her straining throat. Her face had started to turn red from lack of oxygen, but Susan hardly noticed that. George's prick was filling her to capacity and any second now she was going to reward the boy with her orgasm.
Then it happened to Susan, a few seconds before she had expected it Her legs closed around George's pressing genitals and she was able to trap his cock in the deepest part of her hungry snatch. George held his ground, loving the feel of the older woman's contractions, proud that he and Bob had been able to bring Susan to orgasm in such a short time.
"Yeah, baby, let it all hang out, let it happen to you," George muttered hypnotically, punctuating every word with another forward thrust of his prick. "I knew you could do it, I knew that we'd make you come, you hot bitch."
Susan found that her pleasure was increased by the boy's passionate voice, despite the fact that she could not make out the individual words he was uttering. Her cunt continued to clamp down on the pulsating organ and then everything went blank for Susan. One contraction followed another until she could feel her passion waning after one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced. The whole scene was getting better by the minute.
The two boys took it easy on Susan for the next few minutes, allowing her to get her bearings before continuing their double assault. As she came back to herself, Susan started to wonder which boy would come first. She had been working on Bob longer but he seemed able to hold out indefinitely whereas the other boy was getting increasingly urgent in his movements.
As if by pre-arranged signal, the two boys started to fuck Susan with perfect synchronicity, their pricks moving like twin pistons, reaming out both ends of her magnificent body. Once again, Susan found it difficult to deal with both energetic young lovers but this time it did not bother her at all, now that her own orgasm was a pleasant thing of the past.
Now Susan was able to move freely, give her full concentration to the task of turning on both lovers. Her body still felt good, vibrant and alive, full of energy. Yes, she would be with Bob and George every step of the way, show that she could be as good in bed as the other girls in the room. Her age had never seemed less important to Susan Chambers.
Had the two boys been asked, they would have agreed with that judgment. Susan was giving them the rides of their young lives, her body moving like a snake. Her hips gyrated gracefully from side to side, the muscles of her abdomen contracted repeatedly. All the while Susan's mouth continued to be active, her lips and tongue driving Bob to ecstasy.
But it was George who turned out to be the first to come. For a few seconds he stopped moving altogether, gathering his forces and digging the feel of Susan's clinging twat. Then he began to fuck the woman even harder and faster than before, hurting Susan a little, making her slide forward, thus taking even more of Bob's prick into her overloaded mouth.
However, the lad had no desire to hurt his older mistress. Susan had been a good sport about things and it was fascinating to fuck a woman old enough to be his mother. He lengthened his strokes, slowing down so that his cock was raking the inside of Susan's pussy. A loud groan emanated from between his parted lips and then the boy was ready to fire his wad.
Here it comes, baby, George shouted superfluously. "I hope you're ready to have that sweet snatch of your filled to the brim. I'm not going to stop until you beg for mercy!"
Susan felt the boy blamming his prick home for the last time, the juices spurting from the heavy organ with all the force of a water cannon. Her drying cunt was laved with the thick saline fluids and then the boy shot again, a greater load of come, filling her completely. Still, it was impossible for Susan to relax until she had satisfied her other lover.
George left his prick inside Susan's cunt, watching the woman as she sucked his friend off to completion. Now that she was able to concentrate on one lover, Susan really worked out, her lips, teeth and tongue combining to drive the young man half out of his mind with lust, kissing and caressing and biting into his prick with every ounce of her bodily energy.
It seemed as if the young stud would never come. His prick was as hard as a bar of iron, dark red from the blood that was coursing through his penile veins. Bob's face was similarly darkened, but the boy refused to give in, wanting Susan to work harder before filling her mouth with scum.
Susan refused to be defeated, using every trick in her bag, bouncing her head up and down on the stationary prick, teasing it with her delicately molded lips. Then she could feel the boy starting to have his orgasm, fighting it all the way, refusing to give up on the good time he had been having.
Susan could taste the come starting to wash into her tired mouth. Her lips had started to get numb but now her vitality was returning with a rush. She swallowed the first drops of come and then felt the rest of it pouring between her lips, bubbling frothing white fluids, a torrent of semen.
Susan swallowed the come as fast as her young lover could produce it, not resting for a second. Her lips continued to churn even after George had removed his prick from her cunt and the other boy had finished his own orgasm. Susan felt tired but gratified, glad she had paid her neighbor a surprise visit.
"You ought to stick around awhile longer," Bob told Susan after he had finished coming in her mouth. "A friend of mine is coming with some acid, and then we can really ball. I'm not shitting you, you've got to try it."
"I don't think so," Susan answered, after a few seconds of thought. "I'm new to smoking grass and I don't think I could handle anything that strong. I really came here to talk to Tom, but I guess he's too busy to see me."
"Man, he's really fucked up," George interrupted. "I don't see how he can prefer any other chick to you. You were absolute dynamite, Susan, really a trip and a half."
It was pleasant enough for Susan to bask in the boys' compliments but soon she started to feel out of place. Now that her lust had been satisfied, Susan felt the difference between herself and the other orgiasts. She was tired and down and there was no reason to try to extend the evening. Susan dressed herself slowly, glad she had engaged in the orgy but not at all certain that she wanted to repeat the experience.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was easy enough for Susan Chambers to fall asleep that night, after the grass and surfeit of sexual activity. She woke late the following morning, still remembering the fun she had had with Bob and George, wondering why it had been so different from her other past sexual experiences.
After showering, Susan made herself a late breakfast, sitting down at the table and trying to sort out her life. Usually she would let things slip by, not bother to make judgments on her actions and feelings, but now there was a real change in her life something that could not go by so easily.
It did not take long for Susan to realize that Bob and George and her other young lovers had brought an element of novelty to her otherwise boring life. It was not just that she was hung up on young men; that had been proven during her bout of love with Roger, a boy who had not turned her on at all. The fact of the matter was that she had been drifting for years, her experiences melding together, until the last few weeks.
Then she had fucked Tommy Cullen, almost by accident, and things had started to change. In the space of a few days she had landed a new job and fucked several other young men. Susan had no moral objections to her new sex partners but there was something that continued to puzzle the intelligent woman.
Considered objectively, there was little difference between younger and older lovers, Susan decided. Sure, the boys she had been with of late were new to sex. Every time they fucked it was novel and exciting and they attacked it with condign enthusiasm. That was something that she liked without qualification but there had to be more to the whole syndrome than that.
Eventually Susan decided to give up her considerations. For the first time in more years than she cared to remember, she was enjoying life, looking forward to each new day. She felt liberated and young herself, open to new experiences as never before. Thinking about it too much was likely to louse things up, something she was determined to avoid.
A week passed and Susan found that she was more than content with her new lifestyle. She had not had much chance to get together with Mike Travers, busy as that young man seemed to be. They would meet in his office and Susan would be given her assignment for the week, but there was no repetition of their initial activities, which seemed a shame to the horny woman.
Nonetheless, Susan had managed to get together with Tom Cullen again and that had worked out to her complete satisfaction. The boy had been as virile and responsive as ever, showing her a terrific time in bed. They had become good friends as well, with Tommy filling in the gaps in her musical education, helping Susan at her job. The woman knew that she had nothing to complain about, that she was enjoying her new life far better than she had had any right to expect.
The following Thursday morning, Susan arrived unannounced at the offices of BIG BEAT magazine. One of the articles Mike had given her was providing Susan with a great deal of difficulty. The intelligent woman figured that it would be best to confer in person rather than trying to straighten things out over the phone.
Susan was surprised to find the outer office empty, the switchboard lit with unanswered calls. She stood in the usually crowded vestibule for a few seconds and then decided to go deeper into the office, despite the fact that nobody had come out to greet her. Now that she was a regular employee Susan was beginning to feel at home in the large, chaotic office.
Following a stream of muttering voices, Susan stood before a closed door, wondering what had happened to upset the usual routine of the magazine. The voices she could hear were all those of women, which also came as a bit of a surprise. A few seconds later, Susan knocked at the door, feeling a premonition that she was embarking on yet another new adventure.
"Susan Chambers, it's good to see you," a familiar voice greeted the woman. "I was going to call you up at home, but we were so fucking busy I forgot all about it."
Joni Ayers had greeted Susan, the lovely blonde receptionist she had met during her job interview. Seated on the floor of a bare and deserted office were ten other women, none of them older than twenty or twenty-five. They seemed to have a conspiratorial air about them, which fascinated Susan immediately, "What's going on here?" Susan asked uncertainly. "You all look like cats who've just swallowed a canary. It looks like you're plotting a revolution or palace coup or something."
"Good intuition," another girl commented, smiling directly at Susan Chambers. "Why don't you sit down and listen for a few minutes. Then we'll explain it all to you."
Susan slumped to the floor, letting her attache case rest against the leg of an old oak desk. The girls began speaking again and it did not take long for Susan to realize what was going on around her. She had never attended a woman's consciousness-raising group before but had read about them, could recognize the fact that she had interrupted a private women's caucus.
The meeting went on for another ten minutes and Susan was able to catch on to a few of the details. New as she was to the youth and rock scenes there was much that continued to puzzle Susan Chambers. Most of the names and many of the issues were new to her, which was rather frustrating.
However, during the pause, Joni Ayers took the older woman aside, explaining to Susan that even in the rock industry women were treated unfairly, discriminated against, given all the menial jobs and none of the decision making authority. It was something that Susan had never thought about before, being little interested in office politics or occupational matters.
"You see," Joni explained. "It starts with women singers and performers who don't get paid as much as men. As far as the recording industry itself goes, well that's obvious. I don't know a single woman executive or company president. We decided to have a private meeting to see what we could do about the problem as it relates to this particular magazine."
"That's all very interesting," Susan rejoined politely. "But I don't see how it concerns me. I mean, I'm just a proofreader. I don't have any stake in this."
"But we can learn a lot from you," Joni insisted, staring the older woman directly in the eye. "You've been around. You have more experience than any of us. I wish you'd talk to the girls, at least answer a few of their questions."
Susan was not used to being the center of attention, especially in a situation like that. Nonetheless, she sat in the center of the crowded room and allowed the young girls to pick her brains, discovering that she too had been discriminated against in business, in ways so subtle that she had never given them a thought until the present moment.
The meeting ended with a resolution to form a separate woman's section of the magazine, an idea that Joni seemed rather worried about. Susan could sympathize with that, knowing how unlikely the other editors, the men, would be to go along with her suggestion. Successful enterprises always fought change, as she knew from years of dealing in the business world.
"We have to get away from men, clear our heads of all the fucking chauvinistic preconceptions they lay on us. If we were sincere, we wouldn't even have sex with men, at least for a while," Joni said.
Susan stared at the young girl with surprise. Although she and Joni had had little to do with each other there was a silent bond between them, a common tacit understanding. Now the girl was talking about lesbianism, the last thing that had been on Susan's mind when she had attended the meeting.
"That's pretty extreme step, don't you think?" Susan asked gently, not wanting to appear condescending. "I mean, you can be a woman and still have sex with men. It seems so artificial to me to force yourself into something you don't really want."
"That's bullshit," Joni answered, her eyes flashing. "We can never understand other women until we understand ourselves and we can't do that until we've had sex together. I don't mean just you and me, but that wouldn't be a bad place to start."
Susan didn't answer the lovely young receptionist immediately. Joni was right in a way. Sexual repression was all part of the game, the repression of women's homophilic tendencies kept them dependent on men. Lesbianism was something that every woman should experience, just as they had said during the meeting. However, she had always repressed her desires for other women, even girls as attractive as Joni Ayers.
Joni made the decision for Susan, standing beside the older woman and then timidly wrapping her arms around Susan's shapely back. The girl was nervous and trembling but that turned Susan on all the more. Yes, Joni was looking to her for some sort of answer, trusting her age and experience. It would be a terrible thing to let the young girl down.
They were all alone in the spacious offices of the magazine, the other girls having gone for the day. The male workers had promised to stay away from the place all day, and that meant that there was no chance of their being interrupted. In fact, there was nothing but her own inhibitions to stand between Susan Chambers and her first lesbian experience.
She stroked Joni's long blonde hair, letting her fingers entwine in the soft tresses, feeling the girl's tits tremble against her chest. Joni exuded a warm musky scent from her arms and torso as she clung to the older woman. It was time to get down to the business of lovemaking before their inhibitions calcified and loused up the whole scene.
Susan led the nervous young girl to the sofa, knowing that within a few minutes they would be naked and making love to each other. Joni began to undress immediately, her nervousness vanishing in record time. Susan could not help being flattered by Joni's attentions. The gorgeous young receptionist could have had any woman she wanted, only she had chosen Susan.
Susan watched the girl stripping, entranced by Joni's unswaddled charms. The girl stood naked before her, her tits firm and free, her cunt already wet with anticipation, the thin blonde hairs plastered to her delicate skin. Susan began to undress as rapidly as her partner. Knowing now that there would be no trouble cementing their lesbian alliance.
Susan felt calm and surprisingly sure of herself as she made love to Joni Ayers. The girl was turning her on with her idealistic timidity, firing Susan's lust with her magnificent young body. All the while Susan continued to kiss Joni, thrilling to the taste of the girl's warm, wet mouth.
Finally Susan escalated the pace of their lovemaking, reaching down slowly and touching Joni's firm, hard tits. The girl's nipples went hard instantaneously as a low cry of fear and desire escaped from her arched lips. She was enjoying Susan's attentions but was still not sure of herself.
Susan caressed those lovely tits slowly and lovingly, not wanting to add to the young girl's nervousness. She felt herself being turned on by Joni's presence but for the moment it was more important to think of Joni's pleasure. Soon she lowered her head to the girl's tits, placing her lips around one light pink nipple and sucking it with tender, loving care.
Susan continued her work, licking and sucking at Joni's tender nipples, sucking the flesh into her mouth and working it over with her long agile tongue. She could taste and smell the girl's cunt even before approaching it, knew that Joni was waiting for her now that her timidity had abated.
She lay Joni down on the couch, spreading the girl's slender thighs with her strong hands. Her cunt was wide open now, the labia pink and wet and totally inviting. It was going to be ridiculously easy to get up the courage to eat out her young twat.
"Be gentle with me," Joni pleaded in a quiet voice. "I'm scared of this, I really am."
"Just take it easy, and remember, it's no big deal," Susan answered sympathetically. "You'll love it, I know you will."
Susan stared into Joni's pussy for a few seconds, gathering her courage, not understanding her own motivations. She protruded her tongue gently and then touched the girl's clitoris, standing out pink and firm before her eyes. Joni was excited already, and it wouldn't be difficult to keep her in that state.
Her tongue began to move as if it had a life of its own, sliding against the tiny pink organ and caressing it until Joni's clitoris had filled with blood, swelling to twice its normal size. The girl was still moaning with passion but Susan was a little annoyed at her passivity. It looked like she was going to have to do all the work, not be stimulated herself until Joni had become better resigned to what they were doing.
Eventually, Susan decided to ignore the clitoris, move her tongue directly into the heart of Joni's waiting twat. The girl smelled fresh and warm and delicious and she didn't want her to have a mere clitoral orgasm. No, they were in it together and she had to use every weapon in her arsenal to make their introduction to lesbianism a complete success.
"That feels so good," Joni moaned. "Just keep it up like that; don't do anything different. You're so gentle and warm. I always knew it could be like this."
Encouraged by the girl's passionate words, Susan moved her tongue between Joni's parted labia, immediately feeling her cheeks being covered with a wash of salty cunt juice. The taste was as she had expected it, young and alive and sweet. Her own body was still on edge, but that would have to wait for at least a few more minutes.
At that point Joni reached down and began to fondle the older woman's breasts. Susan sighed with relief, knowing that it was not going to take much to turn her on. She had never really thought much about lesbianism before but if she was going to do it, Joni was the best possible partner, beautiful, willing, and as inexperienced as herself.
Susan began to use her tongue and lips to their best advantage, licking and sucking every available inch of the sweet pussy walls that had been yielded to her. She felt strong and somewhat masculine even as the young girl was caressing her tits, bringing her that much closer to her own orgasm.
Still, she was not going to come from that and it was best to bring Joni to a swift orgasm so that they could go on to bigger and better things. The girl was literally melting in her mouth already, her cunt sopping with come juice, covering Susan's beautiful face with a sticky, saline mask.
Susan continued her work with a will, gripping Joni's thighs and hips, holding the girl's legs apart. Her tongue was all the way into Joni now, moving with a flicking motion, refusing to slow down for a second. The girl was almost there, her labia contracting around the probing tongue, her legs opening and closing spasmodically around Susan's neck.
At that point, Susan redoubled her efforts, using her free hand to stroke and tease the young girl's inflamed clitoris. The double stimulation was bound to work sooner or later, she figured, remove the last vestiges of the girl's reserve. Sure enough, Joni stopped moving altogether in a few seconds, lying passive, waiting for the storm to break.
Susan plunged her tongue in farther, reaching up to stroke the young girl's huge, pink tits. Her tongue seemed to move of its own accord, as if she had been eating pussy for years. It was as if all they had said during the meeting was coming true, their sexual union a complete and unqualified success.
Joni emitted a brief cry of passion just before the onset of her long awaited orgasm. Her legs clamped shut around Susan's neck and then the older woman could feel a river of come wash into her mouth, the first time she had ever tasted a woman's secretions. There were no surprises there, Joni being as fresh and sweet and warm as she had been all along.
The girl's orgasm was long, violent and protracted, one spasm following another. Susan kept her head wedged into position the entire time, not budging an inch, wanting to drain the last drops of the girl's bodily fluids. Joni's passion waned by degrees, finally allowing Susan a brief moment of respite.
"That was so fucking beautiful, just like I knew it would be," Joni muttered a few seconds later. "I can never thank you enough, Susan, I feel like a new woman. Really, it was the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me."
"Well, I want you to do it to me, too," Susan said a few seconds later. "I mean, I got really turned on while I was eating you out. I'm dying with lust, and you've got to satisfy me."
"Do I have to?" Joni asked pathetically, the wind out of her sails. "I want to do it, I guess, but I'm so damned scared. Help me, Susan. Show me what to do."
Susan responded by stroking the girl's long blonde hair again, cooing to Joni as if the girl were an infant. It was fitting that her first lesbian experience would be with such a young girl. Nonetheless, she was determined to be satisfied, determined not to let Joni off the hook before the girl had returned her sexual favors successfully.
Susan sat on the edge of the couch, her strong thighs far apart. Joni slipped to the floor before her, resting her head on the woman's silky skin, still not daring to look directly at the older woman's cunt. Susan started to grow impatient, tempted to force the girl to do what she wanted so desperately.
It was touching and frustrating at the same time to have Joni down on her hands and knees, her eyes glazed with passionate indecision, her nipples tight and contracted, her cunt moist with an amalgam of saliva and come juice. But the girl was afraid to take the first step, unable to overcome her reservations. For a full two minutes the struggle raged within Joni, which served to excite Susan Chambers all the more intensely.
At last the girl's head tilted forward, her lips coming to rest against the sensitive opening of Susan's vulva. The older woman threw her head back, feeling her muscles relax in an instant, knowing that Joni would be able to turn the trick. Now it was just a matter of letting the enticing young blonde work out on her pussy until she was ready to celebrate her climax.
At first Joni did not know what to do, despite the fact that her own luscious young pussy had been eaten out dozens of times in the last several weeks. At first she tried to emulate Susan's movements, but found herself paralyzed with self-consciousness. She looked up at Susan for guidance, wanting to eat her pussy yet unable to force herself to perform the frightening act.
Then Susan felt the younger girl's tongue sliding timidly into her vulva, immediately inflaming the woman with desire. Joni looked so beautiful on her hands and knees, her tits now resting against Susan's knees. It was impossible not to be turned on by the magnificently endowed young blonde and easy to understand why men so often took sexual advantage of her.
However, Joni's confidence grew by leaps and bounds once she had forced her tongue deep into Susan's clinging pussy. It was encouraging to feel the woman's muscular thighs clamp down around her neck, flattering to feel the quivering contractions that passed through Susan's entire body.
Joni reached up and grabbed Susan's right breast, squeezing the firm, resilient flesh with her long cool fingers. Susan felt herself going wild with sex, her nerves tingling, her eyes refusing to focus properly. Joni was eating her out with incredible expertise, actually anticipating her desires and satisfying them while they were still half formed. It was what she should have expected, though, from a lover of her own sex.
Susan slumped back onto the couch, her legs separating again. Joni removed her tongue from the still clinging twat and began to work on Susan's erect clitoris, already certain of her ability to turn the woman on, wanting to give Susan the full panoply of her sexual imagination. Her tongue moved like a hummingbird gathering nectar as she flicked it across the blood-engorged organ. It was all Susan could do to keep herself from coming on the spot, giving in to the irresistible stimulation.
With a great effort of will, Susan managed to keep her lust in check, closing her eyes to avoid the sight of that innocent young face, bowed before her, servicing her needs. Joni's cunt juices were still fresh in her mouth, improving the whole experience. Later, when she had finished coming, Susan was determined to try sixty-nining with the ravishing blonde.
Joni removed her tongue from Susan's clitty, replacing it with a saliva-lubricated forefinger. Then her tongue was back inside Susan's pussy, just the tip, dancing along the smooth folds of the labia, never lingering for more than a second on any one area of the succulent membranes.
Then she pressed her head deeper into the cleft of Susan's groin, her tongue cleaving to the labia, her saliva mixing with the strong secretions of the luscious box. Susan sighed as the young blonde seemed to inhale sharply, drawing her inner and outer labia into her warm, caressing mouth. Once more Susan had to fight against her own imminent orgasm.
Joni's tongue continued to drive Susan to distraction, being forced deeper into the hungry box, writhing inside the clinging walls of Susan's vulva. Her head bobbed up and down as she stared up at Susan's lovely, sex-radiant face. She had dreamed of lesbian affairs before but they had never been anything but pale copies of the real, shattering experience.
Joni rubbed her own swollen tits as her tongue and lips continued their relentless assault on Susan's pussy. It was dark in the office now but she did not have to see a thing, could let her sense of touch suffice. Already her cunt was dripping again in anticipation of Susan's orgasm.
"Do it faster," Susan commanded, her voice surprisingly deep and authoritative. "I can't feel you anymore. Do it harder, now. I want to come in that pretty little mouth of yours."
Joni felt herself blushing as she obeyed her imperious mistress. It was strange to discover that sex was essentially the same with a woman as with a man. The stronger personality was bound to prevail, to dominate the weaker. Susan was dominating her as much as any man ever had and she was loving every minute of it. It was impossible to think straight but one fact stood out in her consciousness. The pleasure she was feeling was the important thing, not the fact that she and Susan were doing something different, or exotic, or politically meaningful.
Soon Susan felt the onset of her orgasm, knew that it would be counterproductive to struggle against it any longer. Joni, in her naive little way, had opened a whole new world to Susan Chambers, an entire new realm of sexuality. The girl's tongue had brought her gently to the verge of ecstasy, and now the whole thing was happening, quickly and irresistibly.
Susan's cunt contracted around the tongue that had served it so well, as if she wanted to rip the maddening organ from Joni's mouth. Her legs clamped around the girl's head, pinning Joni in position, making sure that she would not be able to draw away until Susan's lust had been sated completely.
Joni continued her oral ministrations even as she felt a river of come pouring into her waiting mouth. The taste was acrid and overwhelming at first, but soon she adjusted to it and could hardly get enough of the copious fluids. Susan experienced three separate contractions during her orgasm, finally pulling away from the girl, her passion refusing to die completely.
"I did it-I made you come!" Joni bubbled, sounding like a ten year old girl. "Susan, you were so beautiful, so strong and passionate. I never knew sex could be like that."
"You weren't bad yourself," Susan teased in return. "It took you awhile to get started, but then, I guess you were okay."
Joni stared at the older woman suspiciously, then realized that Susan was only joking. It had not been easy to overcome her inhibitions but now they were gone for good. It was the most natural thing in the world for Joni to throw herself into Susan's arms again, her tongue seeking out the soft pink nipples that graced her mistress' white, swelling tits.
Susan's head lolled onto her left shoulder as she let Joni pay obeisance to her heavy breasts. There was not a thought in her mind now, only a feeling of completely realized satisfaction. There was no point thinking about the future, worrying if it would be as good the next time around. It was best to think only of the present, seize the moment without reservations.
Two minutes later, Susan had reversed her position on the coach, lying head to foot with her young mistress. Joni's cunt beckoned irresistibly, still moist from her first orgasm, as warm and fragrant as ever. This time they would come together but even if they failed it didn't really matter. As far as Susan was concerned, the office would be a fine place to spend the night exploring Joni's young, resilient, responsive body.
CHAPTER FIVE
After spending the night with Joni Ayers, Susan returned home, suspecting that she would not be likely to repeat their scene together in the near future. It had been fascinating and revealing to go through her first lesbian experience, but it had all the earmarks of a one-shot deal.
Joni was attractive enough on a physical level but there was something lacking in the girl's personality. Before leaving, Susan had promised to help the girl set up a separate women's division of the magazine. Once that cause had been served it was going to be the end of their brief relationship.
Arriving home at eight in the morning, Susan laughed aloud, realizing that she had still not spoken to Mike Travers about the difficult article he had given her, the ostensible reason for her visit to the office. It was too early to reach the boy and Susan felt rather tired. She undressed rapidly and then went right to bed, sleeping until well after noon.
A quick telephone call took care of her questions. Mike had come to trust her more and more, insisting that Susan was the only competent person, male or female, among the entire staff. For her part, Susan took the compliment in stride. It was probably true but that fact did not make her want to work full time at the magazine, which was what Mike was obviously after.
The next day Susan showed up at the office of Big Beat again, answering Mike Travers' summons. She found the boy alone in his office, obviously in a rather foul mood. The disorganization of the place had started to bear negative results and Mike seemed helpless to do anything about it.
"We're losing money," he announced bluntly. "Things were really great the first year but now there are bills to pay and obligations to be met. I can't do it all myself, Susan, I've got to have somebody to help me."
"Look, we've been through that already," Susan answered in a level tone of voice. "I don't like getting involved in things like that, as much as I'd like to help you."
Mike joined his employee on the couch where they had conducted their first interview, pulling a joint from his shirt pocket and lighting it without asking. Early as it was in the day, Susan did not mind getting high again. She had done her work and the grass would provide a pleasant diversion until it was time for her to return home again.
Susan inhaled deeply, still listening to Mike's litany of troubles. It made sense that the magazine would be in trouble, considering the way it was run. Basically, the kids seemed to want to have their cake and eat it simultaneously, make money without going through the rigors of work. Mike seemed well aware of the fact but equally powerless to improve the situation.
"There is one way you could help us, without having to get too deeply involved," Mike stated a few seconds later. "I don't know how to put this exactly, I know it's going to come out bad. But maybe you'll do it for me anyway."
"It can't hurt to ask," Susan answered sympathetically.
Mike cleared his throat, obviously worried about how he was going to broach a sensitive matter to his favorite employee. Susan was as distracting as ever, her short skirt riding high on her lush thighs, her tits seeming to leap out of the neckline of her low-cut blouse. Still, he had to ask the woman, hoping that she wouldn't react too negatively to his requests.
Phrasing things as diplomatically as he could, Mike laid his cards on the table. A rock star Susan had never heard of was coming to town for a concert. He was an important performer and an exclusive interview with the man would do their magazine a world of good. The only problem was that this particular star did not give interviews, limiting himself to mass press conferences.
It was up to Susan to find some way to do an interview with the man. Mike knew a little about him, knew of a few quirks in his character, a few weak spots. Susan continued to pull at the joint as Mike addressed her, wondering whether to laugh or be offended. It was obvious that Mike had some sort of seduction in mind, the most ridiculous notion she had heard in ages.
"It sounds like you want me to be some sort of prostitute or groupie," Susan rejoined when Mike lapsed into a nervous silence. "Even if I agree to go through with it, what makes you think this character will want to fuck me. Actually, I should slap you in the face for insulting my virtue."
"Come on, don't make jokes about it," Mike Travers insisted. "Things are bad enough around here and an interview might get our heads above the water. You don't have to make a decision now. Just promise me that you'll consider it seriously."
Susan nodded her head, figuring that she had nothing to lose. The hole thing sounded idiotic and impossible but it was true that she knew nothing about the rock industry or any of its principals. Besides, Mike was so patently unhappy about the way things were going that she had to do something for the lad, find a way to divert his mind from his troubles.
One course of action soon dominated Susan's thinking. She and Mike were alone in the boy's private office and the telephone had not been ringing for a change. Now that the magazine was doing badly many of the hangers on had left or been thrown out. That meant that they could hope for a modicum of privacy, have a chance to make it together without interruption.
"Come on, Mike, take it easy," Susan insisted. "If I'm going to seduce this idiot rock star you've got to get me in practice. We haven't had a chance to be together since the first time I met you. Think you can spare half an hour for me?"
Mike stared at Susan directly, still unable to understand the mysterious older woman. Rather than be insulted or freaked out by his suggestion, Susan was taking it like a champ, offering to fuck him first. The woman was looking as good as ever and Mike had been neglecting his sex life in the midst of his worries. An hour of good hard fucking seemed a perfect solution.
Smiling for the first time that morning, Mike Travers drew Susan close to his body, his strong right arm wrapped firmly around her substantial shoulders. Susan kissed the boy immediately, knowing that they would again have a good time together. Mike was the best of her young lovers in a way, certainly the most experienced and imaginative.
He began fumbling at Susan's clothing, threatening to tear the thin fabric of her blouse and skirt. Susan pushed the boy's hands away, undressing herself with customary efficiency and then helping Mike out of his own garments. A few seconds later both lovers were naked, ready to go at it hammer and tongs.
Susan reached down and started to play with her lover's cock immediately, knowing that there was no point in being coy or coquettish with a man she had already fucked and blown on more than one occasion. For his part, Mike still seemed rather nervous and distraught, unable to concentrate or enjoy himself fully. Susan knew that it was up to her to change that mood, to turn the boy on to the point where nothing could bother him.
To that effect, Susan dropped to her knees on the floor before her lover, ready to use her lips and tongue to drive him to distraction. Mike's prick had already started to fill with blood, thick and long but not hard yet. A few minutes of her oral attentions, and the boy was sure to get hot and bothered, unless his mood was even worse than she had suspected.
Susan held the boy's balls in her right hand, sticking her tongue out and beginning to lick the sensitive tip of Mike's swelling rod. She looked up briefly and saw that he was watching her every movement, evidently turned on by the sight of her bowed head and cock laden mouth. That was fine with Susan, as long as he maintained his erection without further difficulties.
Susan's efforts soon bore fruit as the heavy organ blew up in her mouth, seven thick inches of unsatiated desire. Her tongue curled around the thick shaft as Susan pulled it deeper into her mouth. It was fun to suck the boy off but she wanted to get fucked as well, to serve her own passionate desires.
However, Susan said nothing about her own needs for the next couple of minutes. She closed her lips down around the pulsating organ and then kept it buried in her throat, feeling the heat suffusing from his dark red cock. Rubbing her tits against the lad's balls, Susan felt herself being turned on intensely, imagining how good it would feel when he finally got around to fucking her.
"Let's do it now," Mike suggested, relieving his mistress immediately. "You better stay on the floor, though. Last time we fucked here we just about did this fucking couch in."
Susan stayed as she was commanded to do, rolling over onto her hands and knees, feeling the grit of the carpet irritating her sensitive calves.
Still, Mike was with her at that point, his prick standing straight out before him, trembling slightly as he prepared to fuck her once again.
Then Susan felt the boy's finger sliding into her pussy after brushing between her soft white buttocks. He played with her clitty for a few seconds, flicking and teasing the sensitive gland, more sure of himself than he had been before. Susan could feel Mike's prick brushing against her ass as the boy explored her pussy, a harbinger of better things to come.
Now the boy's finger was inserted all the way into Susan's hungry twat, turning the woman on intensely. Mike was rougher than usual in his technique but that was alright too as long as he continued to stimulate her. Susan felt herself getting moist and accessible, knew that she would not have to wait much longer to feel that luscious prick entering her body.
Mike held the woman's buttocks apart with his hands, sliding his prick into the cleft and moving it with agonizing slowness towards Susan's gaping vulva. Then he slid the bolt home quickly, stuffing the head between her wet labia and lunging forward with his hips and midsection. It was all Susan could do to keep her balance as the boy started to fuck her violently.
It became evident that Mike wanted to forget his troubles by giving it to his mistress as hard and fast as he could, slamming his prick in with little thought for Susan's pleasure. Ordinarily Susan would have objected, but the boy's passion was rather contagious, turning her on immediately. It would not take long for her to have an orgasm this time around.
"Oh, that feels good," Susan stuttered, her breath coming short and fast. "Just keep doing that for a few minutes. I swear, it feels like you're made of iron."
Susan then reached around, stroking her lover's heavy balls for a few seconds, wanting to increase the boy's pleasure. Mike seemed rather numb at that point, no longer thinking consciously of his troubles but still unable to enjoy himself completely. Susan was going to have to find some way to help him.
The voluptuous blonde began to move with her lover, grinding her ass into Mike's well muscled midsection, gyrating her fleshy hips from side to side. The huge cock slid out of her pussy but was quickly replaced, deeper than ever. Soon Susan felt herself submitting to the friction and pressure, her body reacting in preparation for its imminent moment of release.
Susan let out a low cry of passion, her eyes closed, her muscles tensed and on edge. Then she felt her cunt contracting around his thick cock that was probing it so completely. Her body stopped moving and her muscles relaxed just as her orgasm began, slowly at first but then with ever increasing passion.
Susan could feel the juices leaking out of her cunt as she went through her paces, covering her lover's cock and balls with its warm moistness. She experienced three separate contractions, beginning to move as her passion faded, knowing that she had still not satisfied her demanding young lover.
Mike continued to fuck the woman for the next few minutes, his prick hard as a rock, his balls slapping audibly against Susan's buttocks with every powerful stroke. But then he began to go soft, the first time that had happened to Susan in ages. It was obvious that her lover needed something different, some new position to fire his imagination and relieve his worries, something that they had never done before.
"Let me do you up the ass," Mike suggested, as if he had been reading Susan's mind. "I'll be careful not to hurt you and I just can't seem to get off fucking the regular way."
"No, I haven't done that in fifteen years," Susan answered, wincing at the thought of having that huge weapon forced into her tight bunghole. "Maybe we can do something else."
"Come on, Susan, you're supposed to be free about sex," Mike continued, staring down at his semierect cock. "Maybe it'll hurt for the first few seconds but then you'll dig it, I know you will. Come on, you've got nothing to lose."
"All right, you can do it but only for a while," Susan conceded "If it starts to bother me, I'm going to make you stop."
Susan maintained her position, spreading her legs a little wider, trying to relax her tightened muscles. The last man who had fucked her asshole was Robert, her estranged husband. It had not been good with Robert but that didn't mean she should give up on anal sex altogether. It was best to keep an open mind about things like that, she decided.
Mike bent his head low, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and directly into Susan's tiny pink asshole. The taste was strong and gritty, turning him on immediately, returning the firmness to his wilting cock. Susan sighed with pleasure as she felt the boy's tongue reaming her So far she did not have a thing in the world to complain about.
His long, agile tongue continued to explore Susan's asshole, stretching several inches into that tight channel of love. Susan was able to relax and enjoy herself, fairly certain that she would be able to weather the thrusts of her young lover's cock, glad that she was helping to turn the lad on once again.
Then Mike removed his tongue from the woman's asshole, holding his prick against the narrow opening of the inviting orifice. His prick bent slightly as he worked the head in but Susan hardly noticed. She tried to ignore the pressure and pain that she was feeling, deciding that it would be better once the boy had entered her fully, ending the unbearable suspense.
Mike took his time about cornholing the middle-aged beauty. Most women didn't like anal sex, particularly with a man as well hung as himself, but Susan was something else, a woman who could do and dig everything. His huge cock disappeared an inch at a time into Susan's asshole and the woman did not complain, still willing to do anything for her virile young lover.
Susan arched her back, trying to make it easier for her lover to enter her tight asshole. Now her buttocks were pressed firmly against the boy's midsection, her cunt touching his stationary balls. Mike continued to lean forward, letting his body weight do the bulk of the work. A few seconds later he had managed to fit the full seven inches of his cock into Susan's asshole with a minimum of difficulty.
"Go slow," Susan cautioned her passionate lover. "I feel like candy on a stick. Let me get used to you before you start moving. So far it's not hurting me at all."
Hard as it was for Mike to keep his lust in check, he did Susan's bidding, keeping his body pressed against hers, his prick motionless inside the woman's narrow asshole. Then the lusty lad began to grind his hips, stirring the woman from within, loosening Susan's asshole with his rotary motions.
At first it was difficult for Susan. She was not exactly in pain but was paralyzed from having the thick organ forced into her almost virginal asshole. Finally she could feel herself loosening, her body being reformed to fit her lover's desires. A few minutes later she was able to enjoy herself, dig the feel of her lover's huge rigid prick.
Mike withdrew his organ a few inches, watching closely as it slid out of the pink aperture. Susan sighed with relief as she felt the pressure being minimized. Then Mike was all the way inside her again, his prick moving more freely, blood coursing strongly through the lusting organ.
Soon Mike was able to move with complete freedom. Susan's asshole was still tight and constricting, but her muscles were relaxed and that allowed him to fuck the woman faster and harder. It was difficult to keep his lust under control but Mike remembered his promise, had no intention of hurting the woman who had been so cooperative about servicing his lust.
He pulled his prick part way out and then slammed it in with greater force, feeling every inch of Susan's asshole closing down on the thick organ. The woman was still not moving with him but she would come around eventually. In the meantime, there were a few things he could do to make it better for her.
Mike reached around Susan's magnificent body, going for the woman's tits, knowing how sensitive Susan was in that area. His right hand closed down on her tits, cupping the heavy burden, seeking out the soft pink nipples. It was obvious that the woman was starting to get aroused, which served his purposes beautifully. Soon she would be begging him for more, hardly noticing the feel of his thick, heavy, plunging prick.
He pinched Susan's nipples roughly, knowing that the woman needed extra stimulation to get her moving. His prick remained embedded to the hilt in Susan's asshole and now the tight canal was constricting even more around it, milking the come out of him, tighter than any cunt he had ever fucked.
Susan backed into her lover, digging the feel of his hands and the warmth of his skin. Now she was used to having a cock stuck up her narrow asshole, was able to use that erogenous zone properly. Mike had been right all along. It had hurt at first but now she was beginning to enjoy the whole scene immensely.
"Come on, move with me," Mike insisted. "It'll be better for both of us that way."
Susan smiled at the boy's innocence, perfectly willing to do everything in her power to satisfy him. She had come already and it didn't seem likely that that would happen again but there was no reason not to try to help Mike along. His prick was beginning to turn her on as Susan gathered her strength, wondering if it would be possible to move with the heavy organ pinning her to her position on the dirty carpet.
Susan bent her head until it was practically touching the floor. In that position it was easier to move her hips from side to side, increasing the pressure inside her overloaded asshole, bringing Mike that much closer to orgasm. The boy was enjoying himself so much that Susan would have been willing to do anything for him.
All the while, Susan could feel her asshole being slowly eroticized She was beginning to like the feel of the heavy cock, could feel the moisture leaking out of her vacant cunt. The two orifices were so perfectly linked that it was like being fucked and corn-holed at the same time.
"Put one of your fingers into my cunt," Susan groaned, her voice choked and husky. "I want to get off, too."
Mike slowed down his assault long enough to satisfy the woman's request, letting go of Susan's tits and sliding his hand along the curves of her fleshy torso. Finally he managed to cover the woman's cunt, sliding two of his fingers into the breach, no long able to move his cock very much.
Susan squeezed down with her vaginal sphincter, tightening her asshole at the same time. It felt wonderful to have the boy's fingers probing inside her pussy again, and now it no longer seemed impossible to come while she was being buggered.
No, as long as Mike held out awhile longer, it was possible for them to have a dynamite mutual orgasm.
Susan began to move with her lover again ignoring the cramped position which she had been forced to assume. Her muscles ached slightly but that was easy enough to tolerate now that her desires had been stimulated. Mike, for his part, could not have been more delighted with Susan's reactions, feeling his own lust boiling up to the breaking point.
He slowed down slightly, letting Susan do the work, moving only the two fingers that had been inserted into the older woman's clinging pussy. His prick was trapped by Susan's asshole, caressed and manipulated by the smooth rectal walls. Yes, it had been a good idea to cornhole the luscious bitch, the perfect thing to get his mind off his business troubles.
Susan concentrated on the fingers that were exploring her dripping cunt, occasionally brushing against her sensitive clitty. She felt that her body had been set oh fire, turned on in a new and exciting way. Her face was covered with sweat, making it impossible for Susan to keep her eyes open as the boy brought her closer and closer to a climax.
Then Mike slid his fingers out of Susan's cunt for a few moments, unable to maintain the position he had assumed. Susan felt vacant and betrayed for a few seconds but then the boy was cornholing her again, his prick turning her on intensely. Mike seemed nowhere near ready to come but that did not bother Susan at all once she had begun to enjoy herself.
"Shit, you don't know how good this feels," Mike muttered. "I'm going out of my mind, I swear I am. Don't move at all, just let me fuck you for a few minutes."
Susan relaxed immediately, loving the feel of her man's cock as it slid repeatedly in and out of her spit-lubricated asshole. She tried to reach around for Mike's balls again but soon found it impossible. It was best to be completely passive for the nonce, let the boy bring her slowly and surely to orgasm.
Then Susan was surprised to feel Mike's cock leaving her asshole, quickly forced into her hungry twat. At first it was impossible to distinguish between the two different types of sensation. Her cunt felt tight and slick, just like her asshole, equally sensitive to Mike's strong, plunging prick.
The boy began to divide his strokes between cunt and asshole, something that Susan had never done before. She was an instant convert to the new style of lovemaking, feeling her body react in the best possible way. But then Mike forgot about her cunt again, preferring the tighter orifice, concentrating on cornholing the woman as hard and fast as he could.
Susan felt her knees giving way as the boy continued to fuck her. She had maintained a difficult position for a full ten minutes, and now Mike was going to have to take care of his own desires. He held the woman by her hips, digging his fingers into the resilient flesh, refusing to let Susan move away from him now that he was zeroing in on his own climax.
However, it was Susan who was the first to come. She felt a wave of fire passing through her body, the sensation localized in her cunt and clitoris. Her asshole contracted tighter than ever around Mike's cock and then Susan was able to relax completely, having her second orgasm of the morning.
Every muscle in Mike's body contracted as he felt his mistress's orgasm beginning. It was hard to keep the woman from slipping away from him but Mike was determined to succeed. His arms became taut and contracted but soon Susan was done, panting loudly, her asshole as tight and moist as ever.
It was time for him to think of his own pleasure, finish before he had exhausted the woman completely. Mike lifted Susan onto her knees again, rocking back on his heels and slamming the full seven inches of his prick into her welcoming asshole. Just a few more powerful strokes and he would be ready to fill that clinging aperture with a load of hot come.
Mike looked down at his prick, watching the throbbing veins, feeling the come moving up from his balls and forming a temporary reservoir in the tip of his engorged organ. He tried to slow himself down but found it impossible. Susan was moving with him again, ignoring her fatigue, evidently wanting to get things over with as quickly as possible.
He slammed his cock in for the last time and let it erupt deep inside Susan's asshole, the fluids bathing and soothing her irritated tissues. Mike felt as if he were having the strongest orgasm of his young life, completely turned on by Susan, ready to pass out from a surfeit of lust.
He left his prick inside the woman's asshole until it had lost its firmness and thick rigidity, only then easing the load from Susan's bunghole. Susan remained on all fours on the carpet, feeling weak and slightly nauseated. It had been a long and tiring bout of love, but she had enjoyed every minute of it, was completely satisfied with her virile young lover.
A few minutes later Susan was dressed and ready to leave, having forgot completely what Mike had suggested to her earlier that morning. Mike grabbed the woman by her elbow as Susan headed for the door, still not giving up on his crazy scheme, sure that he could talk Susan into anything after satisfying the woman's raging lust.
"Look, I'm giving you a ticket to the concert and a press pass for the conference afterwards," He told Susan. "If you play your cards right, it should be easy as hell for you to get him alone, no problem at all."
"Alright, you didn't forget," Susan answered with an ironic smile. "Tell me a little bit about this freak. Remember, I'm not promising anything. I'll do my best, but that's all."
"This is going to sound weird but take my word for it," Mike continued, looking Susan directly in the eye. "The guy I want you to interview is into some kind of sado-masochistic trip. He's got a big hang-up for his mother, which made me think of you, if you know what I'm getting at."
"Sure, he digs women who are old enough to remind him of Mommy," Susan answered with a chuckle. "And I'm the only woman you know who's older than twenty. Look, if this guy is really as weird as you say, I don't know how I'm going to handle him."
Mike continued to talk, telling Susan that she had to come on strong, dress herself in some sort of leather outfit and find a way to attract the man's attention. It still seemed like a long shot to Susan but she figured she had nothing to lose in trying to help her employer out of a jam.
"All right, I'll do my bit," Susan concluded. "I'll come in looking like a castrating mother and see if I can get him alone. I'll call you at home if anything good comes of it."
"Thanks, Susan, I really don't know how express my gratitude," Mike concluded, sounding ridiculously formal considering the physical intimacy they had shared. "I'll be home all night, waiting to hear from you."
Susan took a taxi home, wondering what would happen to her that night. She had broken one of the cardinal rules of her existence, allowing herself to get involved in other people's problems. Nonetheless, it was fascinating to think of herself meeting a young rock star, actually attempting to seduce the lad, like something out of a cheap cinematic melodrama.
After showering, Susan dressed herself carefully, feeling rather ridiculous in the high leather boots she had borrowed from one of Tommy's girl friends. Still, nobody she knew would be at the concert and it was fun to dress up and go incognito. Most likely nothing would come of the silly masquerade but at least she would not be bored for the evening.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan Chambers sat alone in Leslie Kane's dressing room, still not sure how or why she had succeeded at her mission. However, the undeniable fact was that she had been invited to remain with Leslie long after the other reporters had been dismissed for the evening. As soon as Leslie removed his makeup and costume she would know for sure what lay in store for her.
Quickly, Susan recapitulated the events of the evening. She had started by dressing herself in careful accordance with Mike Travers' specific instructions, wearing plenty of leather and even more makeup, making herself look as old and tough and forbidding as usual. It was hard to imagine anyone falling for that, but the disguise had worked like a charm.
But first there had been the concert. Susan had heard a few of Leslie's records on the radio, had seen a few pictures and posters of the freaky teenage idol, but that had been scant preparation for the concert itself. Leslie's band had come on first, two of them wearing women's clothing, the other three practically naked. In her front row seat it had been easy for Susan to watch them closely throughout the performance.
A full hour after the concert started there was a sudden pause, in stark contrast to the previous cacophony. The lights had brightened and then Leslie had come prancing and leaping on the stage to the strains of a wild standing ovation. Susan ignored the set and other musicians completely, anxious to examine the superstar closely.
Leslie's performance had not been disappointing. The singer, who couldn't have been older than seventeen, was dressed in a wild costume consisting of jewels, spangles, bare chest, skin tight pants and boots that ended just below his crotch. His face was grotesquely cosmetized, with purple eye shadow, blue lipstick and a naked woman painted across his bare chest.
And then the music had begun again, louder and more frantic than before. Leslie turned out to be a stage-wise performer, manipulated his audience until they were ready to storm the stage. He seemed a man possessed, shrieking until he was hoarse, dancing himself to a point of total exhaustion.
As she had expected, the audience ate up the performance, standing on top of their seats, some of them dancing wildly in the aisles of the huge theater. Leslie was actually at his best when he was talking to the audience rather than singing, having two thousand youngsters literally eating out of his hand.
Susan had proofread and edited several articles dealing with glitter rock as it was now called, but this was the first time she had seen it in action. As far as she could tell, most of the audience took the effeminate posings with a grain of salt. It was all feigned decadence but somehow that did not stop the performance from being exciting and effective.
After the show, Susan had flashed her press pass, being allowed back stage for the customary hour long press conference. Leslie had come out in his costume, had ignored half the questions and given sarcastic answers to the others. It was obvious that he felt sure of his audience, thought of the press as an inconvenience, a necessary evil at best.
During the interview, Leslie had stared at Susan directly, his eyes riveted to her short skirt and high, black leather boots. Susan hadn't bothered to ask any questions, staking everything on the private interview she had hoped to obtain. As the other reporters were filing out of the stuffy dressing room, Susan waited, sure that the boy would send for her.
A man took Susan by the arm, asking her to wait. That brought Susan up to the present. The rest of the band had already left the theater for their hotel rooms. She was going to be all alone with Leslie Kane, a journalist's dream, exactly what Mike Travers had promised would happen if she followed his instructions.
Five minutes later, Kane reappeared, dressed more simply, his makeup gone. The boy stood perhaps five and a half feet tall, could have weighed no more than one hundred-twenty pounds. His skin was as pale as that of an albino, while his eyes, even without cosmetics, were strange and burning, colorless, bottomless globes that seemed as evil as they were fascinating.
Susan sat in a comfortable armchair, wondering what was going to happen next. Leslie stood before her for a few minutes, still staring at the woman with his blazing eyes, seeming afraid to start a conversation. Susan smiled and nodded her head, uncomfortable herself, not knowing what to do.
"I saw you during the concert," Leslie said in his powerful high pitched voice. "I couldn't believe it when you came in with the other reporters. I just had to talk to you alone, but I was sure I would never see you again."
"It was a hellofa concert," Susan complimented the lad sincerely enough. "I've just started being a reporter and I've never seen anything like it before."
"It's all a business," Leslie answered, his eyes seeming to age and narrow. "Hard work and big money. Sometimes I'd like to drop the whole thing and go off to live by myself."
It was difficult for Susan to form a judgment on the young singer. He was obviously a lot more intelligent than he let on to his audiences, knew all about the business end of rock music, had no illusions about his fame. On the other hand the boy seemed as freaky in real life as on stage, nervous, restless, unable to sit down or finish more than a few coherent sentences without lapsing into a fit of inarticulate muttering.
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it when I saw you," Leslie repeated. "I never see chicks like you any more. You look so strong and beautiful, just like my mother when I was a little kid."
"Were you close to her?" Susan asked sympathetically.
"I've never found a woman to replace her." Leslie simpered in reply. "I need a strong woman around me to keep me out of trouble. I can't stand these weak, pretty young girls."
So saying, Leslie parked his slender frame on the arm of Susan's chair, smiling and then blushing as if he had revealed some personal secret. Susan maintained her smile, feeling a bit out of her depth, not knowing how to react to the boy. She had enough material for an article already but it was best to keep Leslie talking, get as much dope as she possibly could.
"I said I needed a woman like you," Leslie reiterated, practically shouting the words into Susan's adjacent ear. "I get so worked up after a show, I don't know what to do with myself."
"I can't believe you have any trouble getting girls," Susan quipped. "There were about a thousand who would have given their eye teeth to be where I am now."
"Yes, they're crazy about me, aren't they?" Leslie answered, pleased with her statement. "But I don't want them. They don't know what I need from a woman, strength, maturity, things like that."
Susan was able to inhale the boy's perfume as he leaned closer to her, his enormous green eyes trying to swallow her entire face. The boy's skinny arms seemed to be quivering with fear, every nerve buzzing almost audibly. There was an incredible amount of tension in the young man, despite the fact that he had just danced and sang himself into near exhaustion.
"Kiss me," Leslie commanded, his voice several notes higher than Susan's. "Take me in those strong arms and kiss me."
At first Susan smiled, sure that the boy was kidding. But his bottomless green eyes looked hurt and confused, his tension seeming to grow with every passing second. Susan wrapped one arm around Leslie's slender shoulder and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, a mother's kiss, exactly what he wanted.
The boy began to whimper, burying his head on Susan's shoulder, quivering almost violently. His thigh pressed against Susan's chest in that strange position and it was obvious that the boy had worked himself into a state of sexual arousal. As Mike had predicted, Susan's leather queen outfit was doing her a world of good, completely irresistible to the young superstar.
Susan realized that it was too late to ask any further questions. The boy was almost on top of her now, his long arms wrapped around her back and chest, his lips dancing over her cheeks, kissing every part of Susan's face. All the while, Leslie's erection throbbed against her body Susan found that she was turned on by the whole scene, contrary to her expectations.
However, Susan did not know how to react to the boy's advances, could not figure out what was expected of her. In his own weird way, Leslie was ridiculously attractive, so weak and effeminate that Susan was tempted to take her garb seriously, grabbing him by the hair and treating the lad with sadistic relish.
She reached out and touched Leslie's crotch, sure that that gesture could produce no harm. It was as if she had touched the boy with fire, though. Leslie leaped off the chair and stood before Susan, his body quivering, his hands folded protectively over his still swelling erection.
"No, don't touch me yet," Leslie whispered, his eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. "I've been a bad boy and I have to make it up to you. You know how."
Susan nodded her head, knowing that she would figure it out sooner or later. Leslie waited a few minutes before sitting on the arm of her chair again, knowing that Susan wouldn't touch him again. His eyes were alive and mischievous now, his hands danced timidly on Susan's body, touching her breasts for a fraction of a second. It was obvious that the weird boy was slowly working himself up to something.
Susan considered herself a normal woman, rather strait-laced where sexuality was concerned. However, she continued to be turned on intensely by the young rock star, especially when he dropped to his knees before her, his head resting against Susan's knees, his tongue protruding shyly to touch the leather boots.
Susan spread her legs a few inches, letting the boy get in a little further but not all the way to her cunt. She could not help feeling like a domineering woman in charge of a naughty and willing young lad. It would be the experience of a lifetime to have her pussy eaten by the weirdo and it seemed that that act was next on Leslie Kane's agenda.
Leslie struggled to wedge his head deeper into Susan's groin, whimpering all the while like a sickly child. His arms and legs were trembling and vibrating uncontrollably, his neck seemed like it was going to snap. Eventually Susan opened her legs wider, hooking her fingers into her black lace panties, making her cunt available for the desperate boy's lips and tongue.
Immediately, Leslie started to eat the woman out. His tongue covered Susan's soft blonde pubic hair, soaking it completely, not resting for a second. His hands moved timidly up Susan's body, coming to rest just below her tits. Susan closed her eyes and leaned back in the comfortable velour chair, her emotions in a state of total confusion.
"Go ahead and do it," she muttered instinctively. "You've got to take your punishment like all bad boys. Now do it and don't stop until I fill your wicked little mouth with come."
Leslie stared up at his mistress, his face mask of fear. At first Susan thought that she had said the wrong thing, but that turned out to be a mistake. Leslie's eyes melted and began to tear, but a few seconds later his head was back in position, his tongue sliding slowly into Susan's parted labia.
It was difficult for the boy to eat her out while Susan was still fully dressed. She slid her panties down her legs and over her knees until they rested on the instep of her black leather boots. Now the boy could get at her more easily, satisfy the lust that had built up in Susan so quickly.
Leslie protruded a long, incredibly pink tongue and immediately inserted the organ into Susan's vulva. The older woman moaned with ecstasy, turned on beyond all expectations, knowing that she was likely to have her orgasm in record time. They were alone in the spacious dressing room and she felt certain that Leslie had set things up so they would not be interrupted.
"You can do it better than that," Susan stated, her voice icy and hard. "You don't want me to discipline you, do you? Well, you better make me come in five minutes or I'm going to give you the hardest spanking of your wicked young life."
This time the rock star did not look up at his mistress. His slender tongue spoke eloquently, digging deeper into Susan's raging pussy, licking every available inch of the salty membranes. He reached up farther and placed each of his hands on Susan's tits, manipulating the firm flesh gently, knowing how to stimulate a woman in no uncertain terms.
Susan held the boy's head in position for the next few minutes, not letting Leslie back up an inch. Her body was on fire from being with the epicene lad and she had to find satisfaction. Her cunt was already contracting around the probing tongue but Susan knew it would take a while longer before she was able to keep her promise by coming in the boy's mouth.
She pulled at the neckline of her blouse, wanting to feel the boy's skinny, sensitive fingers on her bare tits. Eventually she was able to liberate the heavy globes from the wire brassiere she was wearing, letting the boy sink his fingers into the resilient flesh, serving her lust perfectly.
Leslie removed his tongue from the woman's vulva, quickly licking and sucking at Susan's clitoris as if afraid she would make good on her threat to spank him. By that time Susan was past the point of play acting. The boy's tongue was driving her mad with lust and she could not say a word, could do nothing but sit there and wait to be brought to orgasm.
Leslie's tongue cleaved to her swollen clitty, his teeth occasionally clamping down on the supersensitive gland. Susan moaned audibly, rubbing her hands roughly on the boy's head, occasionally pulling at his soft, white hair. Leslie looked so young and helpless and innocent that it was impossible not to react to him.
"That's better," Susan was finally able to say. "You've got me almost ready. You can work on my clitty for a while, but you've got to eat my cunt again before I come."
Leslie did exactly what he was told, his tongue moving faster than ever as it brushed back and forth on the tiny, brick-red organ. Susan's hands held him in position and then pushed the boy's head away. Susan was almost there, her arms and legs stiff already. All she needed was a few more strokes of that talented tongue to bring her over the verge.
The rock star went back to work with a vengeance, letting go of Susan's tits, ignoring the nipples that he had massaged into a state of arousal. His tongue delved deeper into Susan's pussy until she wondered how the boy was able to breath. Nonetheless he had her at the point of release at that moment, waiting for the final modicum of sexual stimulation.
The boy's head bobbed up and down prettily, his tongue teasing Susan now, their positions once again reversed. He was taunting the older woman, making Susan wait for her orgasm. It was impossible to reverse what he had started but Susan was frustrated anyway, increasingly angry at her young charge.
She reached down and grabbed Leslie by the nape of his neck, realizing how frail the boy really was. It was possible to snap that neck like a cornstalk but Susan did not let herself get too rough. She kept the boy's head in position and soon his tongue was back in the depth's of her pussy, licking frantically at the sensitive membranes, bringing her the rest of the way.
"It's happening now," Susan muttered quietly. "Oh, yes, I can feel it all happening to me. Are you ready, Leslie, ready to swallow the big load of come I'm going to give you?"
Leslie held his tongue in position just as Susan started to shoot her load. A river of come flooded his clinging mouth, covering the boy's effeminate face in its sticky flow. Susan was amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. She felt as if she had been taken up in the boy's vision, made as evil and freaky as Leslie, which was pleasing her all too well.
Susan's orgasm seemed to go on forever. One spasm of lust after another passed through her limbs and pudenda. Eventually she was able to open her eyes and relax, glad that the boy was still eating her out, prolonging the last vestiges of sensual pleasure, obviously pleased with what he had done.
Leslie finally moved away from his new mistress, squatting on the floor, his prick bulging practically out of his incredibly tight iridescent trousers. He began to cry a few seconds later surprising Susan completely. The tears were real, cascading down his girlish face until Susan got out of her chair and went over to comfort the freaky lad.
"You did it to me," Leslie said in an accusatory tone. "You're just like her. Just like all the others. I knew that you were going to make me do that."
"It wasn't so bad, was it?" Susan asked, letting the boy rest his head against the cold black leather of her high boots. "In fact, you seemed to enjoy it."
"But look at me," Leslie protested, his voice nearly hysterical. "Look at me-you know where! What am I going to do about it! How am I going to get rid of that horrible thing?"
Now that her passion had been momentarily quelled, Susan was able to consider her situation more objectively. It was obvious that the boy had fallen for her completely, was totally dependent on her. Still, a thousand things could go wrong before she got the interview she had promised Mike Travers. Susan knew that she was still treading on dangerous ground.
"I could help you with that," she said with a smile. "It looks rather nice to me. The thing is, you've got to do something for me too. It's only fair. Will you help me, Leslie?"
"I already did," Leslie protested, sounding more and more like an idiot child. "What else could you want? You're being so cruel to me. I'll get even with you someday."
"All I want is an interview," Susan responded, crossing her fingers and hoping for the best. "An interview with Big Beat Magazine. That won't do you any harm now, will it?"
Leslie stared at the woman, his eyes flashing for a few seconds. The boy realized that he was being taken advantage of, unable to protect himself from the woman who was his mistress. He nodded his head and then spoke again, promising an exclusive if only Susan would help him quell his raging hard-on.
"All right, it's a deal," Susan said, bowing her head and kissing the boy on his pale cheek. "Now get out of those silly pants before I take a hairbrush to you and give you the spanking you deserve. Hurry now. I don't have all night!"
Susan tried to make her voice as cruel and foreboding as possible but wondered if she was really doing a good job of it. Sado-masochistic games were not exactly her forte but the boy was less than critical about that. His passion had been aroused and that was evidently the only thing that mattered.
Barefoot already, Leslie managed to squirm out of his trousers, tearing the satin material and spilling sequins all over the polished floor of his dressing room. He stood naked before Susan, surprising the woman once again. His prick was erect already, a full six thick inches of male lust. However, the boy had almost no pubic hair at all. What there was had been shaved carefully, giving him an even stranger appearance.
Leslie blushed as he saw Susan examining him closely. The boy was sick, Susan decided, precociously perverted despite his age and emotional immaturity. Nonetheless, Susan could not help being attracted to him. That sort of thing was contagious and she could hardly wait for a chance to blow the handsome lad.
It would have been even better to have the boy fuck her but Susan knew that that was out of the question. No, she would suck the boy off as skillfully as she could, and then he would answer her questions. After that was over she would be able to return to the sanity of her own apartment.
Leslie plunked himself down into the chair Susan had vacated, his prick sticking straight out before him. Susan stared at the erect rod for a few seconds, then dropped silently to her knees. The sooner she got things over with the better. Susan opened her mouth immediately, protruding her long, pink tongue, ready to bring the boy to a state of orgasm.
Susan clamped her lips around the surprisingly large member, going to work without hesitation. She had got herself into a strange scene but Susan knew that she would never regret it. It was something that would never happen to her again, an experience without parallel, something she would never forget.
Leslie responded like any other man Susan had ever been with. His prick got harder and firmer in her talented mouth, filling it to capacity. He did not move his prick, making Susan do the lion's share of the work, something else she didn't mind.
Susan felt fully confident of helping the boy get his rocks off, knew that it would take no more than a few minutes.
Susan bounced her head up and down a few times, taking in more of her young lover's cock with every stroke. Her mouth was watering copiously from the effort of blowing Leslie and it was obvious that the boy was enjoying her attentions, his cock as hard and firm as a bar of structural steel.
Susan's hand closed down on the boy's heavy, hairless balls, squeezing the orbs gently, wanting him to come as quickly and passionately as possible. Her tongue was like a snake, darting over the entire surface of the thick organ. Soon Susan felt her lips resting against the boy's hairless skin, her teeth digging gently into the root of his cock.
She kept the heavy organ buried in her mouth for a few seconds and then let it slide almost all the way out, coated now with a film of her saliva. Immediately, Susan went back into action, sucking and licking at the luscious organ, knowing that she would soon receive a mouthful of hot, bubbling come.
For a few moments, Susan concentrated on the head of her young lover's prick, her lips framing the purple crown, tormenting it with prolonged caresses. Susan could taste a drop of come in her mouth already but knew that it was a false alarm, that the boy wasn't yet ready for the real thing.
She sucked in more of Leslie's cock, perfectly reconciled at that point, loving what she was doing. It seemed strange no longer, the most natural thing in the world for her to be on her knees before the boy, sucking his naked cock without rest. Susan let go of the boy's balls at that point, knowing that further stimulation was hardly necessary.
Her tongue continued to move, however, laving the heavy organ with saliva. Susan looked up at Leslie and saw that the boy had his eyes closed. His face was taut and paler than ever, his lips dry and chapped. He seemed to be waiting, unsure that he would be really be able to fire his wad.
"Yes, keep doing that," Leslie muttered. "It's happening to me, I know it's going to happen. Swallow me, make me disappear into that beautiful mouth of yours."
Susan did her lover's bidding immediately, making the heavy cock disappear from view. She handled it easily, still remembering the sex scene she had had with Mike Travers that afternoon. It was hard to say which young lover had turned her on more intensely, a moot question at best. Susan would know for sure when the boy had his orgasm, now just a few seconds away.
Susan curled her tongue around the probing, plunging cock, feeling the boy's passion rising to a fevered pitch. He was beginning to fuck her mouth, moving tentatively at first but then with greater confidence. It was not easy for Susan to handle the big cock now. Her face was red from lack of air, her lips tired, her jaw feeling as if it had been dislocated.
Then it started to happed to the young superstar. Leslie stopped moving as suddenly as he had begun. His prick rested against the back of Susan's throat and then exploded without warning, spraying an enormous amount of hot, frothing come into the clinging chamber. Susan swallowed quickly, loving the acrid fluids, proud that she had been able to satisfy the lad.
She kept licking Leslie's cock until it was pulled from her mouth, hanging lean and naked before her staring eyes. Susan got to her feet slowly, more tired than she should have been, knowing that she had to hurry and complete her interview before the boy decided to start some newer, freakier sex scene.
"Do we have to talk now?" Leslie pleaded. "I have to do so many interviews. I hoped you'd be different. All right, I won't be a bad boy any more. What do you want to know?"
Susan removed her steno pad and a sharpened pencil, remembering the things Mike had told her to ask the superstar. The questions seemed rather naive after what she had seen of Leslie, but evidently the readership would consider it hot stuff. Susan worked quickly, finding that she wanted to leave quickly, having had more than enough of the pathetically perverted young man.
Leslie answered the questions intelligently and to the point, veteran of thousands of similar ordeals. His eyes continued to burn into Susan's body, but she ignored that aspect of their relationship. The interview lasted a full half hour, filling several pages of Susan's notebook. Eventually there was nothing left to ask, and Susan prepared to leave.
"You're not really going to go, are you?" Leslie asked, his voice an amalgam of arrogance and fear. "Other women would pay anything to be alone with me."
"You're a nice boy," Susan answered. "I'm very fond of you, but this isn't really my scene. I had a job to do, and now I've got to go home and write up this interview. Maybe we can meet again next time you come here for a concert."
"I could pay you more than that stupid magazine," Leslie added petulantly. "I have all the money you'd ever need. Please stay with me, Susan, I need you so badly."
Susan left a few minutes later, before the boy had a chance to punctuate his words with tears. The next two hours were spent typing up the interview, after which Susan was ready for bed. As she turned the lights out, Susan had an intuition that she had not seen the last of Leslie Kane.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day Susan arose well after ten, getting out of bed with a splitting headache. While making black coffee for herself, Susan stared with uninhibited hostility at the pile of notes she had brought back from her interview with Leslie Kane. She should have gotten up earlier, she chided herself, or at least called Big Beat to tell Mike Travers the good news.
Despite her self-criticism, Susan saw fit to dawdle over her breakfast, re-living the experiences of the previous night, her memory letter perfect. It had been the strangest sexual scene of her entire life, the capstone of the new sensuality she had discovered after seducing Tom Cullen.
Reflective by nature, Susan couldn't help going over her motivations and reactions. Leslie Kane represented some sort of ultimate entity to her as well as to his multitude of fans. Tom had awakened an interest in young lovers, which had been furthered in the course of her affair with the more experienced and virile Mike Travers.
That part of her life had culminated in the evening Susan had spent with the young rock idol. Leslie had not only been her chronological junior, the boy had been little more than a child, both physically and emotionally. It was time for Susan to consider the results of her sexual experimentation.
The salient fact was that Susan was enjoying her sex life for the first time in well over a decade. Never had she been so free of her former husband's insidious influence, so open to new experience, so receptive to the signals of her still lovely body. Yes, in a way she was doing the right thing in yielding to her impulses, despite the feelings of apprehension that continued to plague her at times like the present.
Susan did not consider her desires unnatural. Most people had fairly kinky sexual desires but were afraid to act on them. After all, the combination of a divorced woman and a teenaged boy was a cliche, something that could be seen almost anywhere. However, Susan knew that she was different from most people, that her actions were rarely guided by purely emotional considerations.
There was a deeper meaning to her actions, a meaning that continued to escape the intelligent woman. For the first time in her life, Susan felt driven, controlled by events. She was compelled to seek out young lovers, would have found it difficult to get along without them. A plan began to take shape in Susan's mind as she finished her breakfast.
Ten minutes later she was on the bus, heading for the offices of Mike Travers' magazine. The first order of business was to resign her position. Susan had managed to put a little money aside over the last month and would have plenty of time to find other, less emotionally taxing employment. She would tell Mike that very morning that she was leaving.
Susan entered the offices of the magazine, her mind already made up. Nothing was going to alter her decision and that made Susan feel good. She had never been a decisive person but now it was obvious that she had to leave. After that, it seemed likely that her life would become easier to manage.
Susan strode the length of the corridor to Mike's office. Several people were milling in the corridor, but nobody she knew personally with the exception of Joni Ayers. She stared at Susan with undisguised yearning but the older woman refused to return the signal. It seemed like a thousand years since they had made their little scene, a scene Susan was determined not to repeat.
She opened the door of Mike's office and then quickly took two backward steps, shocked to see that he was not alone. Perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised but it was not every day that one walked in and saw one's boss naked and fucking on the office couch, hardly looking up from his frolics as he heard her entrance.
A great deal of activity took place in the next minute, most of it performed by the brunette as she struggled into her clothing, hiding from Susan's sarcastic smile. The girl ran out blushing, another groupie seduced and abandoned. Mike dressed himself quickly, the door still wide open, a smile on his face as he invited Susan to come in with her folder of precious material.
"So tell me. How did it go? Did you get the interview?" Mike asked, not pausing between questions, unable to hid his panic. "I was waiting for you to call me at home last night."
"Well, I came through, just like you wanted," Susan answered in a bleak, flat tone of voice. "It's nice to go out with a bang. If you want to do me a real favor, pay me now. I'm a little short, and I wanted to go shopping today."
"Wait a minute," Mike interrupted. "What's this about you going out? You can't leave now. I need your help with the article, and if the mag doesn't go under, I'll need you even more."
"Sorry about that," Susan answered sympathetically. "I told you when I first came that I didn't want to get involved. Well, that's happened so it's time for me to split."
Mike stared at the woman, wondering if Susan was creating a ploy for some ulterior motive, perhaps a raise. But the woman returned his gaze and it became obvious that she was sincere in her desire to leave. Mike was going to have to find some way to keep his invaluable employee on staff.
"Doesn't our personal relationship mean anything to you?" he asked, his voice properly timid. "We're so close, at least I thought we were, and now you hit me with this."
"It won't work, Mike," Susan answered. "You're very sweet and a real silver-tongued devil, among your other talents, but I'm going and that's final. Besides, you seem to be doing all right for yourself. I wished I looked half as good as that girl you were with. You'll find someone to replace me."
"Not for business," Mike told her, not denying Susan's other assertions. "I don't know what I'm going to do."
"There are plenty of competent people," Susan assured her former employer. "Anyway, take a look at the article. I think you'll like it, and it was kind of fun to write."
Mike scanned the notes, studying a few passages closely. Susan hadn't been kidding about the article. It was just what they needed, a really well written piece with information that would be gobbled by their readership. It was a damned shame to lose Susan just as she was learning the ropes.
"How was Leslie as a person?" Mike asked, shaking his head at some of the details revealed in the interview. "Did he fall for your act or did you have to improvise?"
"Weird, plain weird," Susan replied, not smiling any longer. "He did like me, though, even offered me a job. No, don't get the idea I'm leaving to work for him. I refused, of course."
There was nothing more to say. Susan kissed her lover on the cheek, a sisterly buss that sealed their relationship once and-for all. Mike had become boring in any case, his youthful idealism slowly yielding to a businessman's mentality. Had she stayed on at the magazine, Susan would have refused to sleep with him again. It was likely they would never see one another in the future, which would be easy enough to bear.
That afternoon Susan sat alone in her apartment, knowing that the telephone was going to ring. It had been easy enough to think about Leslie in objective terms while she was in Mike's office, but now Susan knew that she missed the boy, had lost none of her interest or fascination. And he was going to call her, it was something Susan would have bet her life on.
The phone rang at two o'clock, just as Susan was leaving for the supermarket. The high-pitched, immature voice was instantly recognizable as belonging to Leslie Kane. Susan greeted her newest lover, her voice reflecting both fear and enthusiasm. Leslie, despite his insanity, came to the point rather quickly. He wanted Susan to be with him, either as employee, mistress or both. He was willing to pay her almost anything.
At first Susan tried to protest, going through the motions although the outcome was already certain. Leslie played his part, urging the older woman, cajoling, pleading, answering each objection with the same emotional appeal. He referred again and again to the understanding between them, insisted that no other woman had ever treated him as Susan had.
A week later, Susan found herself briefly alone in an extensive hotel suite on Manhattan's upper east side. Leslie had been a whirlwind once she had accepted his offer. Susan had been given an hour to pack, a limousine calling for her and bringing her immediately to the airport. Since then they had covered six cities in seven days, two concerts in each city, a pace Susan felt would be fatal.
As usual, Susan had ended up dominating the situation. Leslie had surrounded himself with professionals but Susan's status soon was formalized. She was the boss, the one Leslie turned to for advice. Within three days after joining him, Susan had a good working knowledge of Leslie's affairs, was ready to do her best to improve their management.
Her months at Big Beat stood Leslie in good stead, having given her a bit of expertise in the rock scene. Eventually she would assume the mantle of business manager. Now, when the storm had finally abated, Susan was more than content to relax on the huge, circular double bed, waiting for Leslie to return from a private party to which he had been invited.
The door opened and Susan sat up on the bed, surprised to see Leslie in the company of two other youngsters. Susan hadn't kept a tight rein on the boy, had discovered that he had friends and mistresses in most cities of the nation. That was fine with Susan, despite her growing obsession for the lad. She had never been the jealous type.
"Hey, Susan, I wanted you to meet Chris and Sundance," Leslie blurted, his voice sounding more childish than ever. "We grew up together, all three of us, and we've been through all kinds of shit ever since. How about rolling a couple of hash joints so we can all get to know each other better."
Susan rolled the joints, looking carefully at the two children. Chris was a tall, emaciated lad with shoulder length black hair and startling green eyes. He was dressed in a leather, parti-colored jacket, high boots and bright red pants. Sundance, his sister or girlfriend, was short, voluptuous and red-haired, an extremely attractive girl, even to Susan.
It didn't take long for the party to get started. All four sat down on the vast bed and passed the joints from hand to hand. Without saying a word, Sundance began to remove her clothing, one garment at a time, leaving her magnificent young body. Susan couldn't help staring at the girl and at the two males. It seemed more than likely that an orgy was about to begin.
Chris struggled out of most of his clothing, pulling the jeans over his heavy boots. He kissed Sundance and then they went at it for real, their bodies tumbling and rolling over the bed, brushing repeatedly against Susan as she concentrated on getting high. It was all right, she told herself, would be a welcome break in the sexual routine she and Leslie had established.
It was pleasant to watch the two children making love. Chris was perhaps sixteen, Sundance a year or two older. The girl's development was something to be marveled at, her tits larger than Susan's, her hips full and mature. Much of her body was covered with a fine, fuzzy down, which excited Susan, assuring her that she wanted a scene with the youngsters.
Chris got on top of the voluptuous girl, wedging his prick between her enormous titties. Sundance held the big boobs together, forming a soft fleshy channel for her lover's rod, which had filled with blood and swollen to a short but respectably thick erection, contrasting sharply to his slender, elongated physique.
Chris's prick slid along the girl's chest and then came to rest on Sundance's chin. Then the lovely redhead protruded her tongue saucily, licking the very tip of the swollen member, a wicked smile on her otherwise girlish features. A few seconds later the prick had entered her mouth and she was sucking it with expertise, getting her audience hot, bothered and ready to join in on the action at the first opportunity.
Susan grabbed for Leslie's prick as she pulled at her own clothing. Chris, despite his freaky clothing and the fact that he hadn't said a word since entering the suite, was a most attractive young man, seeming far more normal in his sexuality than Leslie. She would switch partners as quickly as possible, try that short, heavy prick on for size.
Soon all four orgiasts were naked and ready to swing. Susan sucked her lover's prick for a few minutes, keeping her eyes riveted to the couple making love only inches away. Then she was able to stretch her right hand out, touching Chris' balls, feeling a surge of electrical excitement pass through her body.
"I guess you can have him if you want," Sundance announced, letting the boy's prick slide out of her mouth. "Let's make it a really good scene, though, all four of us."
"We'll work up to it," Susan insisted. "First in couples, then as a group. Hope that's okay with you."
Giving Sundance no chance to register any objection, Susan took the tall, slender body in her arms, feeling that she was stronger them Chris, stronger than the three of them together. Used to dominating Leslie, she could feel that she hac become a harder person, something that did not please Susan altogether.
She continued the work Sundance had started, rolling onto her back and letting Chris fuck her mouth with his erect rod. Soon Susan decided that she would prefer fucking. She spit the cock out and then lay back, holding it with her fingers and guiding it slowly towards her open and dripping cunt.
Chris responded immediately, smiling down at the woman and revealing a set of horribly decayed teeth. His prick slid home with no difficulty and Susan began to move immediately, digging her ass into the soft mattress beneath her, closing her cunt muscles down on the prick that was wedged inside her.
Chris hardly moved at all, too fragile to be an active lover. There was nothing wrong with his prick, however, which remained hard and firm in Susan's twat, throbbing with passion, under the boy's control. Susan took a quick look at the other couple and saw that they were masturbating each other, a thing she had never done in the week she had been with Leslie.
The two children sat facing one another, their legs crossed, each reaching out to caress the other's genitals. Leslie had raised an erection immediately, obviously comfortable with his old friend. But Susan was past the point of caring. She had been horny all day and now her orgasm was coming on in record time. Any second now, and it would be happening to her.
"That's it, move it around inside me," she encouraged her passive partner. "Just do it a little and I'll come all over you."
Chris stared down at the woman, shocked by Susan's passion. He was used to freaky scenes, needed something more than a straightforward fuck to stimulate him. He had been fucking the older women only five minutes or so and already she was coming, her cunt trapping his prick, her arms almost crushing the breath from his slender bony chest.
Susan finished her orgasm quickly, screaming her lust aloud. She felt the juices leaking out of her pussy and then cascading down the boy's naked thighs. Susan felt relaxed now, able to contemplate the scene that was going to happen next.
After Chris had rolled off her body, Susan felt the young girl taking his place, her cunt rubbing against Susan's, her huge tits pressing against her midsection. Susan ground and gyrated with the girl, finally leaning her head up to kiss Sundance. The two boys watched carefully, their pricks at full mast, knowing they would get in on the fun soon.
Leslie winked at his friend and then began to horn in on the action, pushing his prick forward so that it was resting against Susan's lips. She opened up and swallowed the first three inches of the thick tube, feeling another hand caressing her tits. A few seconds later Susan felt as if she were being made love to by an army, hardly able to tell who was doing what to her.
She opened her eyes and saw that Sundance was now eating out her pussy, only her tongue entering the sperm-spattered orifice. That left room for Chris to work on her clitty with fingers and tongue. For the moment, Leslie contended himself with sucking her nipples, drawing the rosy pink stars into his mouth and biting them until they had turned hard and red and puckered.
Despite the orgasm she had just weathered, Susan found herself being turned on instantaneously. She had been to only one orgy before but this was something different, in a class by itself. Tom and his friends had been high spirited and lusty but these kids were real pros. It was impossible to tell how may times they had found themselves in similar situations.
Sundance was doing a magnificent job of eating Susan's cunt, her tongue moving as fast a lizard's, her lips closing over the moist labia and tickling them gently. Susan decided that she might as well go all the way with her lovers, act her fantasies out completely with the three voluptuous youths.
She rolled over onto her side and instructed Chris to work his prick into her asshole, as soon as he had lubricated that narrow orifice with his long red tongue. The boy swung into action immediately, intimidated by Susan, not daring to object. A few seconds later she could feel him starting to enter her, knew that her second orgasm wouldn't be far off.
The short, stocky prick entered Susan a little at a time, finally being buried to the hilt in her yielding bunghole. Sundance continued to speak her mute language of love, her tongue deeper inside Susan's cunt. Only the thinnest bit of flesh separated prick and tongue and soon it became impossible for Susan to concentrate on anything but her growing lust.
Leslie, feeling left out of things, moved to the head of the large double bed, his prick sticking straight out before him. He looked jealous of his friends, unhappy that he had decided to share Susan's attentions with them. Sensing what was wrong, Susan took his prick between her thick, sensual lips, determined to give the boy the best blow job of his young life, difficult as that would be in her current situation.
Leslie mounted his mistress, squatting on Susan's chest so that his prick would enter deeper into her clinging mouth. Now Susan's body was bent almost double in the effort to keep all her lovers happy. It was a strain, but she was up to it, willing to go through anything to keep the scene going.
She moved with all three lovers, setting up subtle counter-rhythms with her hips and ass, reaching down with her hands in a futile attempt to locate Sundance's cunt. She settled for the girl's incredibly firm, full tits, squeezing them roughly, turning the nipples over and over between her fingers.
The combined ministrations of the three lovers got better and better for Susan Chambers. She could see that they had varied the routine slightly, both boys reaching out and caressing Sundance's body. Their limbs seemed inextricably tangled but that was nothing to worry about since Susan would have been more than content to stay that way indefinitely.
Chris began to move behind her, the first time he had been so sexually active. His prick darted into Susan's asshole and then moved in a slow, circular pattern, contrasting to the quick, relentless strokes of Sundance's probing tongue. Leslie remained near motionless on top of her, his prick throbbing, almost ready to fire his wad into Susan's waiting mouth.
Susan felt Chris coming inside her, shooting his load for the second time in ten minutes. It was a rather weak and protracted orgasm that hardly turned her on at all. However, as soon as the boy had removed his prick, it was replaced again with his tongue, which was more to Susan's liking. Now the stimulation was gentle and irresistible. She would be the next to come.
Susan swallowed the full length of Leslie's thick cock just as her orgasm began. She felt stimulated as never before, with six hands exploring her body, caressing every inch of her. Her orgasm was total and overwhelming, her entire body having been transmogrified into a continuous erogenous zone. Susan kept her eyes open as she came, another break in her routine.
Her body thrashed and writhed across the huge bed, threatening to send all three lovers toppling on to the floor. It was all they could do to keep their tongues and pricks inside the woman's body until Susan's orgasm had ended. She knew she was frightening the youngsters, fitting their images of an insatiable old harridan, but that was something else that failed to disturb her.
Susan finally stopped coming, pushing her lovers away, trying to catch her breath. Leslie's prick was still hard as a rock and he obviously was on the verge of orgasm but Susan was not going to satisfy him. Sundance was a lovely consummate girl who could take care of that problem for her.
Sundance rolled over onto all fours on the bed, offering Leslie a choice of her cunt or asshole. The boy crouched behind her and admired Sundance's charms for the moment under the watchful eye of the other two voluptuaries. He opted for the girl's well distended bunghole, slipping his prick in without any lubrication other than Susan's warm saliva.
It was pleasant for Susan to relax and watch the youngsters perform for her. Leslie seemed less hung-up and more virile than ever, his body not trembling, his erection remaining without difficulty. He was fucking Sundance's asshole so violently that Susan couldn't help wincing out of empathy.
Nonetheless the girl was more than able to handle herself in bed, veteran of an innumerable amount of similar orgies. She ground her hips into Leslie's frail midsection and then rippled her anal muscles from within, causing the boy to gasp with lust, barely able to keep up with his fleshy young mistress.
But he came a few seconds later, ramming his prick into the inviting hole and leaving it there as the come cascaded out of his swollen prick. Sundance's face lit up in smiles as she felt herself being washed from within. She continued to grin long after the boy had removed his prick completely.
"We should do something really wild now," Sundance suggested a few seconds later. "New positions, new combinations, anything but the same old fucking. Susan, you think of something."
"I don't know, I'm pretty easy to please," Susan demurred. "It was pretty nice while we were all fucking together. Maybe we could do that again but change the combinations every few seconds, you know, turn each other on totally."
Sundance thought it over and then nodded her head in agreement, leaping over Chris's prone body and planting an affectionate kiss on Susan's lips. Susan sucked the girl's tongue in immediately, finding Sundance far more stimulating than her first female lover. Fucked-up chicks like Joni Ayers could give lesbianism a bad name, but Sundance was doing a good job of righting the balance.
The two women continued to kiss, lying on their sides, their bodies pressed together firmly. Then they began to roll across the vast double bed, pushing the boys aside, each reaching out for the other's tits. Then Susan could feel Chris going for her cunt again, his long index finger slipping effortlessly into the well lubricated canal. They were ready to start again.
This time Leslie became the center of attention. Chris sat on one corner of the bed and watched as the two women blew him simultaneously, Susan working on his hairless balls and Sundance servicing the full six inches of his cock. Soon the girls began to take turns on the tumid organ, their mouths working in perfect unison, giving Leslie no chance to collect himself.
Susan reached around and forced her index finger into Leslie's open asshole, sure that the boy would appreciate the gesture. That gave the younger girl a free ride on Leslie's cock. She stopped sucking him off and then wrapped her legs around the boy's side, fitting his cock into her open vulva. Soon their bodies were cemented together with a common bond of lust.
It did not take long for Chris to tire of being a mere spectator. He began to jerk himself off, gripping his prick tightly and pounding at the short organ, soon working himself into a state of full erection. He watched how Susan was eating out Leslie's asshole, her tongue darting in and out of the breach. It was easy enough for him to approach the woman while she was in that position, working his cock into Susan's mouth, remembering how good she had looked while blowing his friend Leslie.
It was difficult for him to crouch over Susan without losing his balance, but Chris turned the trick, shoving his cock and balls against the woman's chin. Susan ignored the hot rod for a few seconds, opening her ruby lips and taking the boy's balls in. She slipped a finger back into Leslie's asshole at the same time, wanting to keep him happy as well.
The four lovers held their positions for a while. Each had come twice already, with the exception of Sundance who was having trouble getting her rocks off despite the thick cock that was firmly planted in her twat. Chris saw the girl's difficulty and decided to help her out. He had been fooling around with Sundance since puberty and knew exactly what the girl needed.
It seemed a shame to remove his prick from Susan's incredibly talented mouth, but Chris knew that he would get another shot at her later in the orgy. The night was young and he had no intention of returning home until late the following morning. Chris slid across the two entwined bodies until he was behind Sundance, his prick posed against the opening of her luscious young asshole.
Soon he had entered the girl, giving Sundance two cocks to contend with. Susan found herself high and dry for the moment, but that was all right, she didn't mind being a spectator. It was pleasant to lie right beside the three youngsters and feel the heat diffusing from their healthy young bodies, warming her and making her own passion slowly come to life again.
"This is too much, too fucking much," Sundance started to mutter as the two pricks drove her to distraction. "Keep it up for a few seconds more. I know I'm going to come."
The two boys coordinated their movements carefully, their pricks entering her body by turns. Chris's prick would slide ever so slowly from her asshole just as Leslie's organ was slammed into her dripping cunt. Just before the girl had her orgasm, Susan decided to get into the action again, wedging her head under Leslie's chest and sucking Sundance's huge, ripe tits.
Under that kind of stimulation it was impossible for Sundance to repress her orgasm for another second. Her body began to move of its own accord, her legs clamping down around Leslie's body, her anal sphincter trapping Chris's plunging prick. Susan bit hard on the girl's nipple, knowing that a little pain would make her imminent climax all the more effective.
A loud grunt of passion emanated from the girl's swollen lips as Sundance started to come. She kept the two pricks rooted in her body and then suddenly stopped moving altogether, a torrent of come pouring out of her full pussy. Then the two boys removed their pricks, not knowing what to do next.
It was Chris's turn to be satisfied completely, to inform the other three orgiasts of his deepest desires. He thought for a moment and then asked the two women to get on all fours on the bed so that he could fuck them by turns, choosing among the four luscious orifices that would be available to him.
Susan and Sundance as a team were really something to see. They turned over and stuck their asses out, four magnificent, quivering buttocks. Chris hardly knew where to start first, smiling at Leslie to convey his confusion. He worked his cock into Susan's asshole, something he had already done once that evening, remained there for a few seconds and then decided to give Sundance the benefit of his swelling erection.
With new strength the boy attacked the two luscious pieces of ass, flitting from one to the other, keeping both women excited with his quick-darting prick. He seemed able to hold out indefinitely just by resting for a few seconds, leaving his cock buried in one of the clinging holes.
Susan moved closer to Sundance, caressing the girl's tits with one hand and maintaining her precarious balance with the other. She was not going to come again but that was no reason not to keep the others happy, to do everything in her power to make the orgy a complete and unqualified success.
Chris attacked the girls simultaneously, alternating cunts and assholes, relishing the subtle differences between the four fetching orifices. His face was covered with sweat and he seemed ready to burst from the effort of fucking but that did not slow him down at all. Soon Susan could tell that the boy was ready to come. His strokes had become more urgent, deeper. Another two seconds and that part of the orgy would be at an end.
Chris decided to divide his semen between the two girls, a difficult task that he felt confident of performing successfully. He started by coming in Susan's asshole, whipping his prick out while it was still spurting and then quickly forcing it into the wider opening of Sundance's fuck box. She could feel the sperm spattering within her just as the boy moved away.
Then it was Susan's turn to have her cunt laved with hot come, which soothed her irritated tissues and made the woman feel sleepy and content. It was comical to feel the boy struggling to do his silly deed but he managed to pull it off, emptying the last of his stored up come into Sundance's clinging bunghole.
Leslie had rolled another handful of joints in the interim, lighting one and passing it to Susan. As far as drugs 'were concerned, the older woman still considered herself a neophyte. The other three orgiasts were able to smoke the stuff like tobacco, but for her a few tokes meant sleepiness and near paralysis.
For the next half hour the four voluptuaries kissed and caressed each other rather aimlessly. It was going to take a while for their passion to be rekindled but Susan found it quite pleasant to let her sensuality out, to fondle her lovers' bodies without thinking of her actions as foreplay.
One last round of fucking and Susan found herself drifting off to sleep, thinking that she was pleased at the evening's events. Leslie was behaving far less freakishly than usual and that was a good thing, although she knew it would be all the more difficult to put up with his habits once they were alone again the following day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan Chambers remained in New York for the next week, trying to fathom the complicated financial affairs of her young lover. Fortunately, Leslie spent most of his time at rehearsals, tapings, interviews and performances, allowing her to work in peace. Eventually Susan realized that she was getting involved all over again in other people's affairs.
Leslie had provided her with an escape valve from her home, brought change and excitement into Susan's dull life. He had made it easy for her to quit her job at Big Beat magazine and was paying her enough money to last a year. That counted for something, but Susan was still not satisfied with her life.
Whenever Susan was able to take a few hours off from her work, she would walk around New York, the first time she had visited that city since her early childhood. Susan took an immediate liking to the huge, anonymous city, able to lose herself in the crowds and forget her problems and confusion.
But then, in the evenings, she would be forced to deal with Leslie again, a constant source of trouble for Susan. She had assumed a great deal of responsibility for the unstable rock star, knew that he depended on her completely. That was flattering on one level, maddening on another. Leslie had a way of dominating everybody around him and Susan began to feel her personality being subverted.
Two nights later, Sundance and Chris showed up again in the expensive hotel suite, ready for a second orgy. This time Susan wasn't in the mood for that sort of thing, although she allowed herself to be talked into it after a few minutes. The second orgy was a pale copy of the first, not satisfying Susan at all, leaving her confused and frustrated.
Fortunately, Susan wasn't forced to spend all her time with Leslie and his friends. In the course of her business dealings she came into contact with people her own age who formed a refreshing change from the neurotic children. Nonetheless, Susan made few friends in New York, unable to identify with the various minions of the rock industry.
However, one man took a particular shine to Susan, an executive in the record company for which Leslie had been recording his music. John Hiller was forty-two years of age, had been divorced for over ten years. Upon meeting Susan, he had been struck immediately by the woman's competence and intelligence as well as her lovely face and magnificent body.
Susan noticed the man as well, was pleased with his obvious admiration. John was a tall, good-looking man, powerfully built with an attractive shock of gray hair. The man was all business on one level, quite successful at his work, but he also had a good sense of humor and a more realistic view of the world than most of the people Susan had gotten to know.
One afternoon she was sitting in the man's office, thrashing out the contract for Leslie's latest record. It would have been better if Leslie had been there but he was out with his young friends, perfectly content to leave Susan in charge of the dirty work. Susan didn't object, knowing that the boy could be more trouble than help in that sort of situation.
"It's strange to see a woman like you in this fucked-up industry," John told Susan during a break in their negotiations. "How did you ever get involved with rock music?"
"That's a long, unpleasant story," Susan replied. "I've only been doing it for a few months, though it seems like I've been with Leslie half my life."
The conversation continued, and then John invited Susan to come to his apartment and conclude their business dealings in more pleasant surroundings. Susan wasn't sure whether or nor to accept the man's offer, sensing that John would try to seduce her once they were alone. She was attracted to the man but felt that her hands were more than full already.
Susan accepted the offer despite her reservations, allowing herself to be hustled into a waiting taxi. John's apartment was located just a few blocks from the hotel where she and Leslie were staying. If they finished their work quickly she would be home in time to give Leslie the contract before his latest performance, thus saving an extra day of work.
For the first hour, John Hiller was all business, competing with Susan, trying to impress the girl with his expertise and competence. More than ever, he came to admire Susan's level-headedness and good sense. It seemed a shame for her to be wasting her time working for a little pervert like Leslie Kane.
"Why don't you quit and come to work for me," John suggested when their dealings had been successfully resolved. "I can't pay you as much as Leslie but you'd be able to stay in one place, and I'm sure you'd like the work better."
"No, I made one mistake and I'm not going to repeat it," Susan replied firmly. "I don't like getting involved in work situations. I've freelanced it all my life, and as soon as this thing with Leslie is over, that's what I'll go back to."
"Suit yourself," John answered with resignation. "It's too bad, though. You and I seem to get along pretty well, and I'd like to get to know you a little better."
"Yes, we do seem to be on the same wavelength," Susan concurred. "Really, you're the first person older than twenty I've dealt with in ages. It's very refreshing for me."
Eventually, Susan found it possible to confide in the man. John Hiller was after her ass all right, would try to seduce her at the first possible opportunity, but at the same time he was a mature and sympathetic listener, something she needed after so many months of dealing with youngsters. Susan sat on the man's couch, facing him directly, feeling the words pouring out, relieved to get her problems off her chest.
It took Susan half an hour to explain how she had ended up working for Leslie Kane. The story sounded incredible in the recitation but John was able to take it in stride. He had been working in the music industry for over twenty years and had met many women in similar situations.
"I hate to sound like an old fogey," John said, soon after Susan lapsed into silence. "You seem like a very passive person and you need somebody more stable than yourself, probably a man older and more mature, if you know what I mean."
"Sounds like you're volunteering to straighten me out," Susan answered with a smile. "It's a generous offer but you don't really know what you'd be getting yourself into."
"Maybe it would be worth it to me," John insisted. "It's not often I meet somebody I can really talk to. Think it over, Susan, I meant every word that I said."
"No, I don't have to do that," Susan rejoined. "I feel close to you too, John, too close for comfort. It feels good to talk to somebody sane but I don't want to stay in New York. You're welcome to go on trying to change my mind, though."
John stared at the woman, taking her words as an invitation. It had been hard to keep his hands off Susan once they had been alone in his modern, expensively furnished apartment. Now she had as good as invited him to try his luck at seduction, an opportunity that he would have been a fool to waste.
John sat down beside Susan on the couch, taking his time, knowing that she was not about to get up and run away. He felt strong sexual vibes emanating from the woman and became fairly certain that he would succeed. Still, Susan was a strange woman and it would be foolish to hurry her. It was best to take his time and let her come around slowly to his point of view.
The handsome, graying executive bent his head forward, kissing Susan gently on the lips. At first Susan stiffened, not really wanting to go to bed with the man. John was attractive enough but she had fucked too many people, too many youngsters. Something was bound to go wrong if she allowed herself to be seduced.
Susan's congenital passivity soon won the day. It was easier to go through with the whole thing, to let John have his way with her. An hour of sex and then she would return to the hotel deal with Leslie and his friends. A break in her routine could not possibly do Susan any harm, she decided.
John lifted the lovely blonde off his couch and carried her slowly to the bedroom, his strong arms enveloping Susan in a way that made her feel safe and secure. Everything about John seemed so normal and reliable that she had to let him have his way. Susan felt herself being deposited on a large soft double bed, John's fingers beginning to open her dress, wanting her immediately.
Two minutes later Susan was naked and watching her lover undress. John's physique was good, hard, muscular and powerful despite his age. His prick even in a state of flaccidity, looked large and threatening, making Susan feel young and timid for the first time in months.
John lay down on the bed with his latest conquest, determined to demonstrate to Susan her need for an older man. He kissed the young blonde, stretched his arm down to play with her large, heaving tits. Susan seemed to be reacting well, but he was determined not to hurry things.
Susan responded immediately to her new lover, wrapping her slender arms around John's broad back, parting her lips and allowing his long thick tongue to slide into her mouth. She could feel herself becoming sexually excited by slow degrees, a welcome change from the orgy she had suffered the previous night. Yes, things were going to be good and she had not made a mistake in allowing John to lure her to his apartment.
She reached down and took the man's prick in hand, not caring if he thought her aggressive. Susan's hand stroked and caressed the thick cock, working it immediately into a state of full erection. All the while, John's hands continued to explore Susan's magnificent body, starting with her tits, moving slowly down toward the area of her cunt.
Susan sighed audibly as she felt the man's hand covering her pussy. His fingers caressed and massaged her cunt mound. She could feel a thick index finger probing between her labia. Susan knew that she was being turned on intensely, that she wasn't hung up exclusively on younger lovers.
At that point her inhibitions vanished altogether. Things were going to be all right with John Hiller, better than all right. The man had no axe to grind, no trip to lay on her. He wanted to fuck and that was as far as things went for the moment. Susan let go of the man's prick a few seconds later, sensing that he was ready to move on to bigger and better things.
A strong hand held Susan flat on her back as John got into position to eat out her already dripping pussy. His head was soon wedged firmly between Susan's ivory thighs, his tongue protruding against her clitoris. John went to work right away, wanting to have Susan hot and bothered before fucking her.
Susan reached down and entwined her fingers in the man's silvery hair, loving the feel of his tongue as it brushed back and forth over her sensitive clitoris. The tiny organ filled with blood almost immediately and Susan squirmed on the firm mattress. She could hardly wait to be fucked, although John seemed in no hurry to get things moving.
Susan turned her body so that her position was reversed. John's tongue remained buried in her welcoming pussy and now Susan could get at the man's cock, return the favor with her own adroit tongue. She parted her thick sensual lips and allowed the first four inches of John's rod to enter her mouth, sucking it immediately, wanting to show her erotic talents.
For once, Susan was the less experienced lover, able to be guided by her man. It felt wonderful to have the heavy prick weighing in her mouth, filling her completely. All the while, the man's tongue was slowly and respectfully stimulating her burning pussy, getting Susan ready for fucking.
That happened a few seconds later, although Susan had reached the point where she would have been willing to suck her lover's cock until it exploded in her mouth. John removed his tongue gently and then mounted Susan without saying a word, holding his stiff cock in his right hand and guiding it slowly between the folds of her moist and clinging labia.
Susan's eyes opened wide as she felt the huge cock being forced into her waiting pussy. John was no better hung than most of her other lovers but he knew what he was doing in bed, seemed able to read her mind and anticipate Susan's every desire. His prick vanished to the hilt inside her pussy and Susan closed her eyes, ready to be brought slowly to a climax.
John raised himself out onto his outstretched arms, balancing his weight carefully, concentrating all his power on his probing cock. His prick moved slowly inside Susan, not withdrawing from her tight snatch. Using slow circular movements, John excited the woman as never before. Susan opened her eyes a few seconds later, not wanting to miss what was happening to her.
She moved with her lover, meeting his strokes, wrapping her arms around John's powerful back and drawing his body back onto her chest. Now the man's hairy torso was tickling her tits, turning Susan on all the more. Nonetheless, she was not yet ready to come. That was going to take a lot more stimulation.
"Is everything all right?" John whispered solicitously. "Are you sure you're enjoying yourself?"
"Don't worry about me," Susan answered, kissing the man affectionately on the cheek. "Just keep fucking me with that big thing of yours and I'll come all over you."
John took the woman's words immediately to heart, stepping up the pace, slamming his cock into Susan's twat with real passion. His body was covered with sweat now but that did not slow the man. His strokes became more powerful and soon Susan could feel herself being led to orgasm.
Susan tightened her hip and abdomenal muscles, trying to trap the quickly moving cock inside her hungry snatch. Her body was on fire now but Susan did not feel ready to come. She could fight against her orgasm as long as she pleased, knowing that John's cock would not lose its tautness. It was pleasant to be with a fully competent lover for once in her life.
John continued to drive Susan wild with his long, heavy prick, slamming it into her pussy at an ever increasing rate of speed. He could see that the woman was fighting him, which was an incentive to fuck her all the harder. Susan was turning him on as no other woman had ever done and the man was determined to return that favor in kind.
Finally Susan could hold it in no longer. It felt as if her cunt had been set on fire, sore and irritated at the same time that it was moist and inviting. She closed her eyes, feeling John's weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. Then Susan's orgasm began, slowly at first, building up to a crescendo of unleashed passion as she was able to let herself go.
Susan vocalized her lust, moaning aloud as her cunt started to contract. John stopped moving for the nonce, leaving his prick buried to the hilt in the rippling muscles of Susan's pussy. It was great to feel the woman working out beneath him, her body relaxed, her cunt spewing out its juices. Susan's passion waned a few seconds later, but she continued to move with her lover, wanting to make things good for John.
Fucking at that slow, steady pace, Susan soon felt her cunt going dry. She was used to Leslie and other teenage boys who usually came before she did. John was another story though, able to control his strong passion. His prick seemed to get bigger with every stroke until Susan could no longer handle it in the position they had assumed a full twenty minutes earlier.
"We have to stop," Susan pleaded. "At least for a few minutes. It felt great when I was coming but now I'm all tight and dry inside. Let me turn over at least."
John smiled at the woman and then withdrew his prick reluctantly from Susan's still clinging twat. He watched with great interest as Susan turned over onto all fours, admiring her firm shapely buttocks, thrilled to see her asshold open and available. The woman had had her fun already and it was time for him to do the same, find a new and more exciting way to take her.
Susan felt mixed emotions as the man's tongue entered her tiny pink bunghole. It was a relief to have the thing out of her pussy for a few minutes, but it was so huge that she felt threatened, despite the bouts of anal sex she had had in the past. John was good about things, though, eating out Susan's asshole, letting her relax before he buggered the blonde sex pot.
Then John held his stiff cock firmly in his right hand, pressed against the opening of Susan's anal aperture. One inch of his rod disappeared easily but then the man had to lean his weight forward, stuff his cock in a little at a time, doing his best to minimize Susan's inevitable discomfort.
For the next two minutes, Susan felt as if she were being torn in half, impaled on the huge weapon that had been forced into her tight bunghole. Still, once John got all the way into her it was easy enough for Susan to bear. She could not move yet but John was taking care of that for her, having the time of his life wedging his prick into her asshole.
John fucked the woman slowly and lovingly, still not ready to shoot his load. Women like Susan did not come his way all that often and he was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget. He held his prick all the way inside her asshole and then began to grind, irritating the skin of Susan's tender white buttocks with his tangled, wiry pubic hair.
But Susan did not object for a moment. Her cunt had been filled nicely and now the man was doing the same thing to her asshole. He was gentle in his own way, even as his passion started to mount. Soon Susan was able to move with her lover a little, increase his pleasure with her voluptuous gyrations.
"That's it, just ove your ass a little and I'll be ready to come," John encouraged the woman, his breath coming hard and fast. "I'm almost there, any second now."
It sounded as if the man was whistling in the dark, Susan decided, working himself up to an orgasm. She had no idea of John's real age but the man was taking forever to come, which was not flattering to Susan Chambers. His prick felt good inside her overloaded asshole but it was beginning to hurt, and Susan wanted the man to shoot his load as quickly as possible.
Susan continued to move with her lover, reaching around to grab the man's hairy balls. Tired as she was from the protracted bout of fucking, Susan was still filled with admiration for the virile old man. It had not been a mistake to come to his apartment, even though John still seemed unable to shoot his wad. . John began to pump harder, forcing his prick all the way into Susan's well-stretched asshole. Susan tightened her anal muscles despite the friction and pressure she was feeling, wanting to get things over with. Her back was aching and every muscle in her body was tired and sore from helping the man get off, which was beginning to seem an impossible task.
"Take it out of me, you're really killing me," Susan pleaded shortly thereafter. "You can fuck me again or I'll blow you but you've got to give me a break."
John Hiller did as he was told, having no intention of hurting Susan. He sat on the bed beside the voluptuous blonde, his prick sticking out obscenely, dark red now and -lined with thick penile veins. Susan appreciated the man's virility but still could not figure out how to satisfy him.
"Try blowing me again," John suggested. "I guess I am really getting old, though I hate to admit it. I used to come a lot faster but nowadays...."
Susan smiled sympathetically at the man, understanding his plight. For the first time in her life she found herself wishing that her lover would ejaculate quickly. Still, Susan knew that she was good with her mouth, that few men could withstand one of her blow jobs for long. She laid her body across the man's lap and immediately guided his rod toward her sensual lips.
Susan took the shaft in immediately, glad to have her cunt and asshole vacant for a while. Her lips clamped around the tumid organ and then her tongue went to work, licking and sucking at the huge member, still hard as a rock and bone dry. John seemed to enjoy her attentions well enough, his face contorted with lust and desire, but still he did not come.
Then Susan began to work on the man's balls with her free hand, squeezing the globes roughly, not caring if she hurt John a little. He had put her through a lot of shit already, forced Susan to revise her estimates of older lovers. Whatever else was wrong with Leslie and his freaky friends, none of them had ever put her through a similar ordeal.
John held the blonde head in position, forcing Susan to take in ever more of his swollen rod. He moaned with lust as Susan swallowed the full six inches of hot meat and then began to pump harder. The woman was really incredible, a veritable sex machine, able to go on for hours.
Susan relaxed after that, letting John fuck her mouth as hard as he chose. She poised her head above the man's crotch and licked away at the cock that was rammed in to her mouth with mechanical precision. Soon she could taste a drop of come leaking into her mouth, a sure sign that he was almost there, almost ready to finish with her.
But it was a false alarm, the heavy prick continued to slide in and out of Susan's mouth. By that point the woman felt that her jaw was being dislocated, her lips stretched out of shape. She stared at John again and saw that the man's eyes were closed. He was lying flat on his back, having the time of his life, not caring how hard she worked to please him.
Then, just a few minutes later, Susan was released from her labors. John's prick began to move faster, gliding into her mouth with increasing force and urgency. He was moving fast, his whole body shaking in preparation for his long awaited orgasm. Susan knew that it would all be over soon.
One last plunge and the man was ready to discharge his semen. Susan felt a flood of come shooting into her mouth with great force, filling her to the throat and then backing up again. The huge cock continued to move, spewing its juices forth and giving her no chance to relax.
by the time the man had finished coming, Susan felt as if she had drowned in semen. His hot cum was all over her face and tits, some of it trickling all the way to her navel. Susan swallowed hard, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, trying to breath after her long ordeal. Looking at the alarm clock beside his bed, Susan realized that she and John had been fucking for over an hour before the man had been able to come.
"That was really something else," Susan understated. "I thought you were never going to finish with me.""
"Sorry about that," John answered shamefacedly. "It's just the way I've been the last couple of years."
Susan gladly accepted the drink that was proffered a few minutes later. She sipped the alcoholic mixture and then immediately reached for her clothing. It was getting rather late and she had to get back to the hotel room before the completion of Leslie's concert. Otherwise there would be all sorts of recriminations and consequences she was unwilling to face.
"You're really going, aren't you?" John said, his face a picture of disappointment. "I love you Susan, I really do. I wish you'd reconsider and stay the night with me."
"I'd love to," Susan lied, "but I've got all sorts of business to take care of. I'll be leaving New York tomorrow but we'll be back someday and I'll visit you again."
Susan walked back to the hotel, every muscle in her body exhausted. It had been a long, brutal afternoon but at least it was over and for some reason Susan felt more at peace with herself. As she opened the door of the hotel suite, Susan was not surprised to see Chris, Sundance and Leslie naked on the bed, in the midst of one of their endless orgies.
CHAPTER NINE
Susan looked at the naked youngsters with a disdain that would have been impossible to hide. They looked so futile and idiotic, wasting their time in childish sexual games. Susan removed her overcoat and then rolled herself a joint, ignoring the invitation to join immediately in on the party.
The orgy ended an hour later, Chris and Sundance realizing that their presence wasn't exactly welcome. Alone with her young lover, Susan found herself more intolerant than ever, tired of the boy and ready to give him a stern tongue lashing. Instead, it was Leslie who began the conversation.
"You were a real drag tonight," Leslie stated petulantly, sulking on the sofa, a joint hanging from his thin pale lips. "I mean, you really fucked things up for all of us."
"Now isn't that just too bad," Susan replied, her voice loaded with sarcastic undertones. "Look, Leslie, you're a nice boy and very attractive. I can't say that you've deceived me or anything like that.-I just think it's time we went our separate ways, packed it in once and for all."
"You can't do that to me," Leslie protested, realizing that the woman was not joking. "I'll give you more money, anything you want, but don't leave me now. I can't get on without you."
"You'll just have to learn to," Susan answered firmly. "I've had it up to here with you and your little playmates. Now, I'm going to pack my bag and take a taxi to the airport. Why don't you be a good boy and leave for an hour?"
Susan was shocked to see the boy coming at her, his pathetically slender fists raised high in the air. A sharp blow to the side of the head assured her that Leslie was not joking, that ' he had lost complete control of himself. Susan warded off the boy's blows and then lifted Leslie bodily from the floor, depositing him on the bed and holding him firmly in place.
"Temper tantrums won't get you anywhere," Susan announced with as much dignity as she could muster. "I know you're enjoying this but if you don't get the hell out of here I'm going to give it to you for real. I mean that, you little bastard."
Then Leslie Kane began to cry, his face churning with emotion, his eyes reflecting the betrayal he was feeling within his confused mind. Susan was overcome with pity for a few seconds and then realized that it was all for the best. There was a thin line between Leslie's stage persona and his real self, one that she no longer cared to distinguish.
Ignoring the boy completely, Susan threw her clothing into her suitcase and then walked directly out of the door, not bothering to say goodbye. Leslie would not give up on her that easily, was sure to telephone and write and visit until he had been convinced that their relationship was over. She would have to be cruel to the boy in order to spare him further pain, a prospect that struck Susan as less than attractive.
Susan sat alone on the westbound flight trying to ignore the recent memories that continued ,to haunt her. She would be home soon, with a full bankbook, no job and few prospects. Still, a
CHAPTER in her life had come to a close and a few days of leisure were sure to improve her present rotten mood.
Try as she might, Susan could not get the last day out of her mind. She could still envision the looks of disappointment on the faces of her two lovers, was angry at herself for feeling guilty. It was the kind of thing she had avoided in the past along with all other personal commitment. Her next job was going to be conducted on a purely businesslike basis.
Home for two days, Susan found herself desperately bored. There was no financial reason to seek a new job and her few friends had already been visited and given a description of Susan's rapid trip to New York. One morning as she sat alone over her breakfast, the telephone rang. Susan picked it up immediately, wondering who had bothered to call her.
Mike Travers's voice greeted Susan, a blast from the past to which she could not help responding. After what she had been through Mike seemed a breath of fresh air. There was a check waiting for her at the magazine, the last installment of her salary. Mike wanted to see her again, as soon as possible.
Susan dressed herself rapidly, glad to have something to do on an otherwise bleak morning. She took a taxi to the magazine office and then ran into the building, wondering if any of her friends were still on staff. In any case, it would be good to renew her friendship with Mike Travers.
Susan let herself into the office, noticing that Joni Ayers wasn't at the switchboard. Walking down the long corridor to Mike's office she was cheered at the familiar chaos, felt that she was returning to her own element. Susan had no intention of working for Big Beat again but had no objections to spending a pleasant afternoon cutting up old times.
To her surprise, Mike was not alone in his office. Susan remembered the last time she had seen the boy, naked and in the middle of fucking some other girl. This time the second occupant of his office was Joni, the girl who had shared Susan's first lesbian experience. Susan kissed both her former lovers, still surprised at the extent of her enthusiasm.
After greetings had been exchanged, Mike sat the woman down to talk business. He explained that the magazine had been saved by Susan's article, despite the fact that Leslie's music had started to go out of style. For once they had a bit of capital to work with, which was good but for the fact that nobody seemed to know how to deal with it.
"The real problem is the male pigs running this place," Joni interrupted. "You know, you promised that you would talk Mike into setting up some sort of woman's section of the mag, but you split before doing it."
"Sorry about that," Susan answered. "I think she's right, Mike. It would be something different, something that just might sell. Why don't you give it a try for a few issues?"
"I would if there was somebody I could trust with it," Mike answered pointedly. "I guess you're pretty set about not coming back, though. Any chance of you changing you mind?"
"Why don't you let Joni do it?" Susan answered. "She's been around the magazine long enough, knows the business better than I do. Hell, it was her idea in the first place."
Mike change the subject immediately, reaching into his desk and pulling out a hash pipe which Susan accepted eagerly, being similarly disinclined to get into the thorny issue that had been raised. Joni sat in on the smoke, obviously discontented, waiting for a chance to bring up her pet project again.
Eventually the conversation turned friendly again, the three old pals finding that they had a million things to talk about. Susan was reluctant to talk about her adventures with Leslie Kane at first but soon relented, leaving her audience in stitches. It was funny to think about the boy in retrospect, even if it had been sheer hell to spend a month with him.
Then Susan began to talk about Leslie's sexual habits, a topic that could not be avoided. At first Joni and Mike seemed skeptical about the extent of the boy's freakiness but Susan was able to back up her stories with concrete facts. For some reason the two youngsters seemed terribly impressed with her adventures, something that puzzled Susan completely.
"Sounds like you've become a real femme fatale," Joni noted, barely able to conceal her envy. "Shit, it's been dull as hell around here since you left, hasn't it, Mike?"
"Maybe we could rectify that situation," Mike answered with a broad grin. "What the hell, Susan, why don't we have a scene just for old times sake? Things have been pretty quiet around here and we could have a good time together."
Susan looked at the two youngsters, knowing that she was going to say yes. Mike looked better than ever after her month in Leslie's company and it was easy enough to forget what a pain in the ass Joni had been when they had made it together. Susan had been living chastely since her return from New York and there was no way she could pretend not to be intrigued.
Standing up tall before the two youngsters, Susan began to remove her clothing. Joni was quick to follow suit, whereas Mike was more than content to watch the two women stripping, thinking of how lucky he was to be alone with them. He had fucked Joni once before and had been disappointed in the girl's performance but Susan wasn't the type to let a man down.
Soon the three of them were naked and ready to begin. Mike laid down the pipe and then cleared an area on the floor, kicking old manuscripts out of the way as he had done the first time Susan had met him. The two women stared at each other timidly, also recalling past experiences together.
Mike went for Susan first, taking the tall, mature blonde in his arms and kissing her full on the mouth. Susan found herself getting excited right off the bat, almost sorry that Joni was there to get in their way. Nonetheless, they had the whole day ahead of them, and there was nothing to worry about.
Susan smiled inwardly as she sank to the floor with her desirable young lover. After all those scenes with Leslie and his friends, she had vowed not to take part in any more orgies, but there she was, about to make it with Mike and Joni together. Still, as long as things remained on a sexual level, Susan was content, unconcerned about personal involvement.
Mike's hand reached down to Susan's swelling tits, capturing the malleable globes and massaging them vigorously. Susan could feel the boy's prick getting hard as he rubbed his body against her. Yes, she was dying to get laid again, could hardly wait to feel the thick rod throbbing wildly within her cunt.
"Hey, am I going to get in on this at all or should I split?" Joni interrupted, standing over the busy couple with a look of displeasure on her pretty face. "Just say the word."
"Don't be like that," Susan answered, momentarily breaking away from Mike's embrace. "You'll get your chance. Remember the good time we had a few months ago? It'll be even better now."
Joni smiled and sank to the floor with the happy couple, knowing that she would not be neglected for long. And it was fun to watch Mike and Susan getting it on, made Joni feel that she was entering the inner circle of the magazine. Susan would take care of her sooner or later.
Susan touched Mike's prick, wrapping her long cool fingers around the overheated rod and stroking it firmly, knowing that the boy was as hard and firm as he would ever be. They rolled around on the dirty carpet for a few minutes, and then Mike was ready to fuck, climbing on top of the lusting woman and aiming his prick at the opening of her moist vagina.
Soon his body was pressed between Susan's strong white thighs, his prick firmly buried in the woman's clinging fuck hole. Joni moved closer to the couple just as Mike started to churn his hips, digging his prick in deeper and making Susan respond with frantic gyrations of her well-padded hips and ass.
Susan reached out and stroked Joni's naked tits, turned on by the girl's presence. Their first bout of love hadn't been a complete success, but Joni seemed to have changed in the interim, was more mature and sensible about sex. Soon, after she was more relaxed, she would work out some sort of three-way fuck.
However, Joni was not willing to wait even that long. She pushed Mike's head out of the way and replaced it with her own, kissing Susan full on the lips, knowing how easy it was to turn on the passionate blonde. Then she decided that Susan was woman enough to satisfy her and Mike together. There was no reason why she shouldn't eat Joni's twat while being fucked.
Joni crouched over the supine woman's head, her legs spread wide, her cunt gaping over Susan's lips. Susan took the hint immediately, protruding a long, pink tongue and attacking the girl's clitty without hesitation. Mike had moved back a little, raised his body so that he could fuck Susan and watch her eat out the younger girl's pussy simultaneously.
Then Mike tilted his head forward, finding that he could also suck Joni's big soft tits as he fucked the older woman. It was like a dream come true for the lusty lad, having two luscious creatures at his disposal, one young and easy to dominate, the other a self-aware, experienced woman.
At first it was difficult for Susan to bear the combined weight of her two lovers but she was able to adjust quickly. Her tongue brushed back and forth over Joni's luscious clitty and all the while her hips were moving, meeting Mike's every stroke. It was obvious that she would be the first to come, which was exactly what Susan wanted from her two lovers.
Joni began to bounce up and down over Susan's mouth, tempting the woman with her erect clitoris, wanting Susan's tongue to probe deeper into her hungry snatch. Susan obliged the young girl immediately, holding Joni by the hips and digging her tongue in, no longer bothered by the dual stimulation.
Mike began to fuck the woman harder, keeping his lips glued to Joni's lush young boobs. His prick felt hard as a rock, able to stay that way as long as he desired. It was going to be a long hard afternoon with the two insatiable females but Mike felt up to it, capable of satisfying both.
He pulled his prick almost all the way out of Susan's pussy, so that only the head remained ensconced in her tight wet labia. Then he began to rotate the thick spongy crown, rubbing it against Susan's clitoris and the rim of her wide-open vulva. That was sure to turn the woman on, bring her that much closer to the powerful orgasm she needed so badly.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Mike muttered. "It's as tight and sweet as ever. Just keep pumping that fat ass of yours and I'll fill you full of cream, I swear I will."
Mike punctuated each word with a strong thrust of his thick cock, ramming the weapon all the way back into Susan's clinging fuck box. He then slid one hand under the older woman's ass, letting his finger stay pressed against the opening of her asshole. Now Susan felt stimulated in every erogenous zone, barely able to control her mounting passion.
It was hot and steamy in the small office cubicle, vapor forming on the windows from the sweat that was emanating off the three lovers' bodies. Susan felt as if she were drowning in her own flow of perspiration. Her body was being drained and dehydrated by passion, especially now that she was just a few seconds away from the celebration of her climax.
Susan concentrated on the cunt that was poised over her face, swallowing the juices as Joni produced them, not forgetting what she had learned during all those scenes with Chris and Sundance. Her tongue moved incessantly, torturing the young girl and satisfying her lust at the same time.
Soon Susan discovered that she could stand it no longer. Her cunt was on fire, throbbing wildly from the heavy strokes of her powerful young lover. Mike was still ramming it in without surcease, giving her no chance to recuperate. Susan closed her eyes and left her tongue buried in Joni's sweet box, knowing it would all be over soon. It was about time she came, after a full two weeks of sexual deprivation.
Joni raised her weight slightly, allowing Susan to arch her back and feel the full thrust of Mike's repeated strokes. Her cunt contracted around the shaft of muscle that was fucking it so well and then Susan was able to give her lust free rein, feeling the come pouring precipitately from her box.
The thick saline fluids bathed Mike's cock and allowed the boy to fuck Susan harder and faster as she was coming. Timing his strokes carefully, Mike was able to prolong Susan's climax, make the woman continue to writhe beneath him. Yes, she still had a soft spot for him. A few more good fucks like that and the woman was sure to return to work at the magazine.
Susan stopped moving her hips a few seconds later, her orgasm a thing of the past. Now she had to concentrate on satisfying her two youthful lovers, which did not promise to be an especially easy task. Joni's cunt still loomed above her and Mike was fucking her as hard as ever. Susan took a deep breath and then paused for a second before rejoining the action.
Her tongue stuck straight up into Joni's cunt, licking at the tender membranes of her warm hole. Susan flicked the agile organ back and forth, then moved it more slowly, sensing that Joni was fairly close to orgasm herself, needing only gentle stimulation to bring herself over the verge.
Susan's tongue plunged deep into the fragrant fuck box and stayed there for several seconds, cleaving to the moist lining and lapping up the puddles of pussy juice. Joni started to move again, feeling the thick tongue in every part of her body, staring at Mike with an uncomprehending look on her lovely face.
Then her cunt started to contract around the incessantly stimulating tongue, closing down on the organ and holding it in position. Susan loved to have the girl poised above her like that, able to stare directly into the palpitating membranes. She had never really eaten a girl out in that position, especially not with a strong, thick cock inside her own box.
Susan felt a flood of come washing over her face, more than she could possibly swallow. She made sure to keep the bubbling fluid out of her eyes but relished having its warmth pervade her skin. Joni came and then came again, digging every second of it, realizing that Susan had already made good on her promise, early in the orgy.
She remained on top of Susan for a few moments, letting Mike continue to suck her tits, perfectly relaxed and content. Then she realized that she was making it difficult for the others, keeping Mike from enjoying himself fully. Delicately, she stepped away from the lusting couple, perfectly happy to watch them until her lust once again became too insistent to deny.
Having Susan to himself was exactly what Mike had wanted all along, even though it had been great making love to both women simultaneously. Now he could concentrate on fucking Susan properly, slamming his cock into her welcoming hole, maybe even bringing the woman to a second climax before he came.
He removed his hand from under Susan's ass, holding the woman by the shoulders and refusing to let her move. Susan had done enough for him already and he would want more from her later on. It was best for the moment to do most of the moving himself, let the woman take a brief breather.
Soon Mike could feel the come looming up in the tip of his rod, clamoring for immediate release. It would have been nice to hold out a few minutes longer, put on a show for the girl who was watching him so avidly. But Susan seemed rather tired and his own desires were impossible to repress. Nothing on earth could have stopped Mike from coming at that stage of the game.
He shoved his prick in for the last time and let it rest against the back of Susan's pussy, trapped by the clinging walls, spurting its juices powerfully. Susan sighed as she felt herself being filled with scum, always the most satisfying part of her sexual experiences. She lay still, letting Mike work out his lust, knowing that the boy needed her movements no longer.
She was a receptacle for Mike's lust, a vessel to be filled with the sticky fluids that were still spurting from the virile boy's balls. Finally Mike stopped moving, releasing Susan and drawing his prick slowly from her cunt. He sat with his back against the old sofa, breathing hard and staring at the two women who already had him weary and fatigued.
"You two make it for a few minutes," Mike insisted. "I need a break after that fuck. I'll just watch for a few minutes, but if you need help don't hesitate to call."
Susan smiled at the boy's joke and then ignored him altogether. She couldn't deny that Joni appealed to her deeply and strongly, was no longer to be resisted. Mike was showing a good deal of sensitivity in leaving them alone and it would be easy enough to reward the boy for it later on in their little party.
The two women lay down together, Susan immediately wrapping her arms around Joni's slender dimpled shoulders. The girl was warm and fresh and altogether desirable, her eyes staring at Susan, her fear unhidden. Yes, it was a big step for Joni to make it with another woman, something Susan could not really understand. Nonetheless, she was determined to make the scene equally enjoyable for both of them. Susan kissed Joni, letting the girl taste her own vaginal secretions. Their tongues met and twined around one another, live things that needed no rest. Then Susan broke the kiss, lowering her blonde head to Joni's pert, uplifted tits, sliding her body on top of the girl, dominating her as usual.
Then Susan reversed her position, realizing that she didn't want Joni to be completely passive. No, she had eaten the girl's pussy already and it was time for Joni to return the favor. Sixty-nining was what they would do, as Susan made sure in no uncertain terms, going directly for the girl's labia with her tongue.
Her tongue slid all the way into Susan's twat and soon the two women were perfectly content with one another, writhing around on the dirty floor, hardly aware of Mike's presence. For his part, Mike could not stop the hard-on that began to plague him. The two girls were incredible to watch, the most sensual thing he had ever been privileged to witness.
Mike began to stroke his prick, unconsciously at first but then with relish. He would get in on the fun sooner or later but for the moment there was nothing wrong with jerking himself off. The two women did not need or want his attentions yet but they would be desirous of his prick eventually.
Susan felt herself being stimulated almost immediately. Joni had forgot none of her sexual technique and there was something about the girl's weakness and vulnerability that had always turned Susan on. This was a person she could dominate in bed, one of the few Susan had ever met.
Susan held the younger girl by her hips, her fingers digging into the elastic, resilient flesh. Her tongue probed all the way into that luscious hole and she could tell that Joni was almost ready to come. That was a good thing. Once the girl had finished her orgasm she would be able to eat Susan's cunt out even better, a prospect that pleased the older woman intensely.
But at that point, Mike insisted on joining the party, able to control his passion no longer. He lay down beside the two women and stroked their breasts and bellies in turn, still unable to believe his good fortune. Eventually he became more demanding, pushing Susan's head away from the younger girl's cunt, wanting to replace it with his own throbbing prick.
Joni remained on her side, her back propped up against the sagging couch. Mike lifted one leg over her body and found it easy to force his cock into her wet and waiting pussy. Susan watched the two lovers for a few moments and then decided that Mike might as well eat out her pussy.
She wrapped her legs around the handsome boy's neck, giving Mike no choice in the matter. At first it was difficult for the seventeen-year-old stud to satisfy both women but he got the hang of it quickly enough. His tongue shot into Susan's pussy and then all three lovers were content.
Mike felt as if-he was being smothered in sweet feminine flesh, a method of death to which no sane man could object. He shoved his prick as far as it would go inside Joni's tight snatch and then moved it around slowly, undulating his hips, wondering if he would be the last to come. The two women were all worked up from eating each other out and :f seemed that they were both seconds away from climax.
Joni moved with her lover as well as she was able, stretching out her right hand to play with Susan's tits. She too felt overcome by the closeness of the two bodies, completely out of control with her own lusting pussy. A few seconds later she started to come, delighting Mike and Susan completely.
Even after her orgasm was over, Joni continued to move with Mike, trapping his prick deep inside her pussy and milking it with powerful contractions of her vaginal sphincter. She let go of Susan's tits, realizing that the woman could hardly feel her caresses. Mike's tongue was doing its thing nicely, and that was all Susan seemed to need.
However, Mike was next to come, shoving his prick in deep and hard, causing Joni to cry out with pain and surprise. The thick organ seemed to have grown bigger than ever as it exploded and it was all she could do to handle it. A few more strokes and Mike was there, twisting and turning, firing his wad into the deepest recesses of Joni's waiting twat.
The girl moaned with pleasure as she felt herself being filled to the brim. She pulled away from Mike a few seconds later, letting Susan enjoy the boy's attentions. It was great to watch the woman being eaten out, to compare Mike's technique with her own. Susan was almost there, her breath coming short and fast, her lovely face contorted with passion.
Susan came a few seconds later, bringing an end to the orgy. She let Mike continue eating her pussy awhile longer and then sat up against the couch, tired but happy, glad she had paid a visit to her old employer. It had been one hell of an afternoon but she felt no desire to hang around the office, giving Mike another chance to beg her to return to work.
"Hey, you can't go yet," Joni insisted. "We were supposed to make a decision about the women's section of the magazine. If you go now, Mike's sure to forget about it."
"You know how to get what you want from him," Susan answered with a broad, insinuating smile. "Hell, I think it's a good idea but it's really none of my business. Try it out, Mike, or she's going to fuck you until you give in."
"I guess we can give it a whirl," Mike replied magnanimously. "Shit, you can handle the whole operation, Joni. Maybe if you play your cards right you can get Susan to pitch in."
Susan knew how unlikely that was but didn't bother to disappoint her young lovers. She dressed herself quickly and then accepted a check from Mike, realizing that nothing had really changed at the magazine. Everybody still had some axe to grind, something they wanted from her. That chapter of her life was definitely coming to a close.
CHAPTER TEN
The next week was rather dull and uneventful for Susan Chambers, with a single exception. She slept late each morning, making herself a leisurely breakfast just before noon. Then Susan would read for a few hours or take a walk through the local park. She had all the money she would need for at least six months, had no intention of getting another job.
However, after all the excitement she had experienced over the past two months, Susan could not help being dissatisfied with her old lifestyle. Occasionally she was tempted to pay a surprise visit to Mike and Joni, see how things were going at the magazine. But that was something she could not allow herself to do, not until they had given up completely on rehiring her.
That Thursday, while Susan was alone in her apartment the doorbell rang, taking her completely by surprise. Like most people, Susan had a tendency to repress unpleasant or disturbing memories. She had put Leslie Kane completely out of her mind, was shocked to see him standing alone in her doorway.
"I sure didn't expect to see you again," Susan announced coldly. "But you might as well come in."
"Susan, you have to come back to me," Leslie said, his voice rising a full octave as he slumped petulantly on the sofa. "I need you. I can't get along without you."
"That's bullshit and you know it," Susan rejoined. "You did pretty well for yourself before you ever met me, and you can do it again. There are plenty of women out there who'll go for your mother fixation. Try it out on somebody else."
"I'm not doing as well as I was before but I can give you all the money you want," he said shrewdly. "Fifty-fifty, that's how it'll be."
"Leslie, you're a sweet boy and in a way I do love you," Susan conceded. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to stay with you or let you stay here. Get that out of your mind."
Leslie stayed at the woman's apartment, trying everything to get Susan to change her mind. Tears were to no avail, nor were offers of money, power or prestige. Eventually the boy was forced to realize that he had failed, to accept Susan's good wishes and leave her apartment once and for all.
It took Susan several hours to recover from Leslie's surprise visit, a visit that had exhumed memories better left untouched. Her depression refused to fade, despite the fact that she had begun to treat herself better, putting some of her money to use as an aid against depression. All the books and records in the world would not relieve Susan's boredom, however. For the first time in her life, the strong-willed woman had to admit that she was confused, out of control.
Then, just as she was hopelessly muddled in recollection, unable to decide what she really wanted from life, Susan received a visit from Tom Cullen, the first of the teenage boys she had seduced. Actually, he had been one of the first people Susan had looked up upon arriving home, although he had been away on vacation for the first week of her return.
Susan was dreading another visit from Leslie as she swung the door open, despite the boy's sincere promise to bother her no longer. She was pleasantly shocked to see Tom again, suntanned and healthy, looking a little taller and heavier but as young and innocent as she remembered him.
"Tommy, come in, I've really missed you since I got home," Susan bubbled eagerly. "I tried writing to you once but then things got too frantic. What the hell, I'll tell you all about it if you want to hear."
"Of course I do," Tommy answered with similar enthusiasm. "I missed the hell out of you and I did get your letter. I guess you were moving too fast to get my reply."
Susan went over the course of her recent adventures, giving Tommy the full story, smiling when the boy would gasp at her close acquaintance with Leslie Kane and other luminaries of the rock world. Susan didn't exaggerate, nor did she minimize her story. It took about half an hour to recapitulate her adventures and Susan felt good to have gotten it off her chest, knowing that Tommy would be completely sympathetic.
"But I'm talking a blue streak," Susan concluded. "I want to hear about what you've been doing. I thought you moved away or something, that I'd never see you again."
"Nothing that exciting," Tommy admitted. "We had a concert tour that turned out to be a real disaster, and then I went to my parents' summer house for a month."
"I guess your group is still together then," Susan interrupted. "Were things really that bad on the concert scene? You shouldn't give up. I think you have a good chance of making it."
"Ah, we just don't have the know-how," Tommy insisted modestly. "There are lots of groups making good music but you've been in the business, you know how it is. It's not what you do but how you do it and who you know that counts."
Susan sensed a plea in the boy's words, a request for advice and personal guidance. Still, Tommy was different from most people she knew, incapable of dissimulation. She could tell him a few things, give the boy the benefit of her experience without being taken advantage of. However, that was the last thing Susan wanted to do with her lover at that moment.
Tommy should have taken her into his arms and got something started but the boy was far too timid for that, especially after hearing about Susan's other lovers. He sat just a few inches from the beautiful middle-aged woman, keeping his desires on a tight rein, afraid to approach her directly.
However, Tommy's shyness was one of the things Susan had always liked best about the boy. He sat squirming in his chair, obviously wanting her but afraid to speak his mind. Eventually Susan decided to take pity on the youngster, show him in no uncertain terms that her emotion for him had not waned.
"Come on, Tommy, stop sitting so far away from me," Susan teased. "I must look very old and unappealing. Come on, I promise I won't bite you if you sit with me."
"I didn't know what you wanted from me," Tommy answered, blushing palpably. "I still like you a lot, Susan, and you look great, better than you did two months ago. I mean that."
Susan smiled as the boy sat beside her, knowing that she would have to take it easy on the boy. Tommy was a tiger in bed once he got started, but until then he was just another young and inexperienced boy. Susan turned toward her young lover, knowing that Tommy would soon force himself to kiss her.
That happened a short while later. Tommy stared at the beautiful older woman, knowing that he wanted Susan as badly as ever. He was horny after spending half the summer with his parents, had had little chance to work out his strong young desires. Now Susan was with him, desirable and available, an incarnation of all that was feminine and irresistible.
Tommy put his hand on the woman's shoulder, touching his burning lips against Susan's cheek. Then the older woman shifted her position slightly, allowing the boy to move his mouth to hers, to kiss her properly. Everything was going perfectly, she decided, with little chance of fucking up.
Tommy grew bolder by degrees, sure now that his advances would not be rejected. He slid 'his tongue into Susan's mouth, feeling the woman's soft warm lips caressing him. Their mouths remained locked together and then the boy went for Susan's lovely tits, knowing that she was all his.
"That feels so good," Susan muttered, opening her blouse from behind. "I missed you, Tommy, I need you, you know. Go slow, take it easy. I want this to last forever."
It was impossible for Tommy to control himself at that juncture. He could inhale the perfume of Susan's luscious body, could feel the woman's breasts overflowing his grip. Yes, they were going to fuck again and it would be every bit as good as it had been the first time. Susan was as beautiful as ever and Tommy knew that his own desires remained strong.
Susan removed her clothing in record time, more turned on than she had thought possible. Just the sight of Tommy was making her cunt water copiously, whereas the feel of the boy's long slender fingers was enough to make her come on the spot. Susan could hardly wait to attack her young lover but then remembered her dwn words about making love slowly and with affection.
Tommy removed his own garments and then walked directly into the bedroom, knowing his way around the apartment. Susan followed him closely, her eyes riveted to the boy's slender buttocks, to the heavy, balls that swung hypnotizingly between his legs. It was hard as hell not being aggressive with a boy that sexy.
They lay down on the large double bed together, Susan kicking the sheets out of their way. Kissing again, Susan allowed her hands to wander down to Tommy's cock, which immediately began to swell and fill with blood. Nothing had changed, the boy's prick was as hard and thick and desirable as ever.
Susan could no longer control her desires. She wanted to blow Tommy, to feel that cock throbbing in her mouth, stretching her lips out of shape. It might make the boy come before he fucked her, but that was all right, something she could handle easily. Tommy was as virile as ever, ,and once he got started, one orgasm could only lead to another.
Bending her head low, Susan forced the boy to remain flat on his back as she went directly for his cock. Her head "was poised over the inviting meat and then Susan parted her sensual lips, ready to take the boy on a trip into lust, knowing that she had lost none of her ability to fire his strong young passion.
Susan's head descended onto the thick member, taking in all six inches of hot, masculine cock. She gagged momentarily but refused to relinquish the burden or back up an inch. Tommy lay motionless on the bed, still not sure of himself, afraid to thrust his cock into her clinging oral channel.
Then Susan allowed his prick to slide halfway out of her mouth, biting gently into the collar to keep it in position. Her lips and tongue began to work in perfect unison, tormenting and easing Tommy's lust, bringing him to the point of ejaculation. The young boy stared at his mistress, not knowing what to do, afraid Susan would be angry if he came prematurely.
It was a struggle for Tommy to keep his body still. Finally he began to thrust his cock upward, moving it in quick, choppy strokes, hoping to numb the fire that was bring him so perilously close to firing his wad. Susan seemed to understand, loosening her grip a little, perfectly content to let the boy fuck her mouth at his own pace for a while.
Susan allowed some saliva to leak out of her mouth, running along the shaft of Tom's rod and forming a puddle in his tangled pubic hair. She was happy for the first time in months, knew that he was different from her lovers. It was impossible for Susan to concentrate on it, to think about anything but the good time she was showing her young lover.
Susan forced her lips around the thick shaft, taking in the full length of her lover's prick again and letting it rest against the bottom of her throat. It was touching to see that Tommy still had his eyes closed, afraid to look at her and break the spell. He was going to come in a few minutes and then hopefully would get over his nervousness, be able to fuck Susan with the same passion and virility he had shown in the past.
Susan spit out her lover's prick, deciding to work on the boy's balls for a few minutes and thus prevent his immediate ejaculation. Tommy seemed to have become hairier over the summer, his balls almost hidden in the dense foliage of his pubic curls. Susan tickled the boy's balls with the tip of her tongue and then began to lick the globes with dedication.
She opened her mouth and took in the entire scrotum, licking and sucking and dandling it in a way that did nothing to quell Tommy's growing passion. Susan could feel the lad's prick pressing against her cheek, bathing her face in her own warm saliva. The heavy rod had turned a dark purple color, its veins bulging as the boy fought against his orgasm.
Susan returned to the boy's cock a few seconds later, knowing that Tommy had reached the limits of his endurance. The boy opened his blue eyes for a moment just as Susan started to suck his cock again. He felt better now, more relaxed, able to assert himself a little. Raising his hips upwards, Tommy began to fuck the woman's mouth, ready to come at a second's notice.
Susan gagged again as she felt the stiff rod being forced deep into her straining throat. She sucked harder, knowing that her lover was almost there. His prick had started to undulate and contract, a sure sign that the come was welling up in his balls, the pressure building before the moment of explosion.
Then it all started to happen to Tom Cullen. He worked his prick halfway into Susan's mouth and let the juices fly, his body relaxing immediately. The come rocketed out of his cock with all the force of a live volcano, filling Susan's mouth entirely, causing the woman to choke on the heavy flow. Nonetheless, Susan was determined to gulp down all the boy's come, not miss a drop of the precious elixir.
Susan removed her mouth from his still erect cock and finished swallowing the semen, loving the rich salty taste. Tommy remained flat on his back on the bed, his handsome face covered with sweat, his legs digging into the mattress. His prick remained hard though, losing none of its tautness, .showing Susan that he would soon be ready to fuck her.
"It's so good to be back with you," Susan said, purring at the handsome boy. "I never should have left you but what the hell, that's all in the past, isn't it?"
"Yeah, sure," Tommy answered, not knowing what was expected of him. "You were really great, really turned me on."
Susan began to caress the boy again, realizing that Tommy was embarrassed by her emotional outbursts. That was another thing that she liked about him, another boyish trait that could not help but turn her on. Tommy was just perfect, as sincere and affectionate as ever. Soon he would be ready to ball and things would be just like the old days again.
Susan lay down beside the lad, letting Tommy explore her hungry body with his lips and tongue. The boy seemed unable to get enough of her, staying with Susan's tits for a few moments, darting his tongue quickly into her pussy, licking her navel and slender midsection. His prick remained hard as a bar of steel as he got into position to take her.
Susan parted her ivory thighs, content to let the boy eat out her pussy for a while. His tongue darted into the well-lubricated crack, dancing inside Susan, preparing her for the thrusts of his ready cock. Susan did not bother to repress the cries of desire that rose to her swollen lips.
The boy's tongue was like a blade of fire, caressing Susan's labia and clitoris, never resting for a minute. Tommy knew that he had the woman turned on already, that she would come long before he was ready for his second orgasm. Still, there was nothing wrong with continuing to eat her luscious snatch.
Susan could not stop herself from reaching down to fondle her lover's stiff rod, as if she were afraid he would lose his desire without direct physical contract. However, Tommy hardly seemed to notice her attentions, buried in her cunt with his tongue moving a mile a minute. Susan had to push him away a few seconds later. Her clitoris felt like it was going to burst, and her cunt could stand to be vacant no longer.
Tommy allowed his head to be pushed away from the dripping hole he had been tonguing, knowing that Susan needed his rock hard prick inside her. He got right on top of the woman, parting her muscular thighs with his hands, working his cock into the luscious cunt crevice, ready to fuck her without rest.
Susan sighed again as she felt the boy entering her. She had fucked men who were more experienced and better hung than Tommy, but he was the best of her lovers, able to turn Susan on without even trying. Already his cock was bringing her to the far reaches of sensual ecstasy, turning Susan on in a way that was calculated to drive her wild with lust.
It was impossible for Susan to let her lover do all the work. Her body was aflame and she moved with Tommy, crashing her pelvis into the boy's hard midsection, feeling every inch of his probing cock. Tommy lowered his head and sucked her nipples again, causing the rosy pads to turn hard and firm and puckered under his unrelenting assault.
It was all Susan could do to keep herself from coming on the spot. All the emotions she had repressed were now attacking the helpless woman, making Susan want to laugh and cry at the same time. She could feel Tommy's prick digging deep into her body and penetrating her completely, which made it all the more difficult for Susan to control her lust.
Tommy slid both his hands under Susan's writhing ass, his finger covering her asshole and stimulating the sensitive orifice. He was feeling his oats at that point, realizing that Susan needed him as badly as he needed her. They were a perfect couple, their bodies and desires harmonizing without effort.
Susan felt the boy's strength as he held their bodies together, felt herself being lifted almost off the soft mattress that was supporting her hips and buttocks. Tommy's finger worked its way deeper into her asshole and then Susan sucked the boy's tongue into her mouth. All three orifices were filled now, just the way she wanted them to be.
Tommy took care of the movement for the next few moments, grinding his hips into Susan's body, refusing to let the woman move at all. Susan let her muscles relax and then closed her bright blue eyes, letting Tommy's cock turn her on strongly and intensely. It was hard to stay that way for long, but she knew that she would go on loving every second of it.
Tommy raised his hips, his ass visible high over Susan's body. Then he slammed his cock in again, letting go of Susan's ass and fucking the woman with complete freedom. Susan knew that that was the end as far as her passion was concerned. She could move with her lover again and that meant that she would have her orgasm in just a few more seconds.
When it came, Susan's orgasm was total and shattering, involving every muscle in her voluptuous body. She ground her tits against the boy's chest, dug her hips into his stomach, clamped her cunt down around Tommy's probing, fast-moving prick. Then Susan started to come, expelling her breath loudly.
Tommy brought all his weight to bear on the lusting woman's body, not wanting his prick to be dislodged from the rapidly contracting fuckhole. Susan was moving like a snake, slithering beneath him, her body lubricated with sweat and come. She was like a woman possessed, gripping him tightly, her fingernails tracing a pattern of lust on his slender white back.
It took a long time for Susan's passion to cool. She experienced one spasm after another, her cunt refusing to relax, her muscles still taut and her nerves frayed with the effort of coming. At last she was able to see straight again, to calm her body down while still matching her lover's impassioned strokes.
"Come on, keep fucking me," Susan insisted. "I'm going to come with you this time. Shit, you don't know how good that makes me feel, the way you're turning me on with your big prick!" . Tommy did not bother to answer, too overcome with lust and emotion to articulate his thoughts. His prick had stayed hard and now he was enjoying himself again, knowing that his own orgasm was not far off. Susan's cunt was still clamping down on his rod and that only fired his passion further.
"Let's change positions," Tommy suggested. "That way I won't come so fast and we can really do it together."
"All right, in a minute," Susan drawled in response. "Just give me a chance to feel you for a little while longer."
Then Susan reluctantly allowed the boy to drag his prick out of her hot and moist pussy, turning immediately over onto all fours to let the boy fuck her from behind. She looked quickly at Tom's prick and saw that it was as dark and vein-lined as ever, ready to be forced back into her welcoming pussy.
Tommy studied the woman from behind for a few seconds, amazed at how beautiful she looked. Susan's cunt and asshole were red wounds in her otherwise snowy-white body, two orifices clamoring for his attention. He would take care of her asshole later in the day but for the moment the healthy young stud could hardly wait to get his throbbing organ back into Susan's pussy.
He held his rod against the tightened opening, pushing his way in, no longer to be denied access to that clinging aperture. Susan buried her head in the two pillows that lay on the mattress, not wanting to intimidate the boy with her groans of passion. He was getting to her again, to the point where Susan thought she would come again before he was ready to fire.
The big cock slid slowly down into Susan's twat, the new angle only adding to her pleasure. She held still for a while, relishing the feel of the reaming organ as it reached the bottom of her vaginal canal. Then Susan began to dance with her lover, exerting subtle counter pressures, with a rhythm and timing of her own that Tommy was quick to pick up on.
Susan felt the boy reaching around her torso, determined to grip her tits while his cock was buried in Susan's fuck hole. He succeeded immediately, grasping the heavy globes roughly, massaging them with the tips of his fingers. Susan's nipples were still hard but they were capable of further stimulation as was the rest of her magnificent lusting body.
Tommy pulled his prick almost all the way out of Susan's hole, teasing the woman now, making her work to drag his thick cockshaft back into her hungry body. It was good to see Tommy being more masculine and dominating, able to control her and do what he wanted in bed. Susan would have put up with anything from her lover at that late stage of the game.
"I'm almost there," she panted. "Don't stop fucking me like that. I know I can come again."
"Me, too," Tommy answered, biting off the words. "Just slow down a little and I'll take care of everything."
Susan managed to cool it for a few seconds, loving the feel of Tommy's cock as it continued to hollow her out from behind. She still undulated her hips and gripped the lovely rod with her strong vaginal muscles but Tommy didn't seem to mind that. The boy's strokes were becoming harder and more violent, a sure sign that he was almost ready to fly.
But Tommy had matured since the last time Susan had fucked him, was far better able to control his body and sexual apparatus. He played Susan's body like a violin, bringing the woman to the very point of orgasm and then slowing her down again, letting his own passion mount at the same time. Susan knew that she was in the hands of a master, a boy who could keep her happy in bed for the rest of her life.
Then she began to move with Tommy again, unable to stop herself from doing so. Tommy didn't seem to object, rocking back on his heels and then slamming his prick back into Susan's cunt, letting his balls slap loudly against the woman's resilient buttocks. He knew that he would come in a few seconds.
The two sweating bodies moved in perfect harmony, setting up a cadence of lust that could not be long denied. Susan was shocked at the strength of her young lover, at the way he was able to keep slamming his prick into her body long after she had become tired and sore. Nonetheless she was ready to come again, as soon as she felt Tommy shooting his load.
Tommy forced his prick once more into the clinging fuck box, keeping his body pressed against Susan's incredibly voluptuous buttocks. His prick expanded a little more and then started to erupt, the juices pouring out into the bottom of Susan's cunt, triggering her own long awaited climax.
Susan felt the juices laving her from her own exploding pussy. Her muscles went momentarily rigid, then relaxed again as the cunt honey leaked slowly out, bathing Tom's cock, mixing with the thick fluids he was still secreting.
The two lovers slumped down onto the mattress, their bodies still together, their genitals joined. Eventually Tommy's prick began to go soft and slid out of the lubricated hole. He stroked Susan's long blonde hair, smiling at the woman and keeping one finger on her lips so that Susan would not talk.
For her part, Susan was more than willing to be silent for a while. Almost by chance she had rediscovered Tommy, and things were even better than they had been in the past. Without thinking much about it, Susan knew that she would continue to fuck the boy, spend as much time with him as was humanly possible.
That meant taking an interest in Tommy's musical career, getting involved with another person to an extent greater than ever before, the very thing Susan had always tried to avoid. It was different with Tommy, completely different. The boy liked her for herself, had no intention of taking advantage of Susan.
Order was beginning to assert itself in Susan Chambers' life. Looking down at her young lover, she could see that the boy was drifting off to sleep, exhausted from their protracted bout of lovemaking. He looked young and innocent enough to be her own child, but of course Tommy was his own man, who would continue to grow and develop as time progressed.
Susan buried her head in the pillow again, not tired but relaxed and at peace with herself. It was still possible that things would not work out with Tommy but that was a chance she was willing to take. For the first time in years, Susan Chambers felt that she had found her place in life.