Suzi Due Ba, now Johnson, was collecting for her paper route. She'd been delivering to the Belmont Ave El stop area for several years. It was a racially mixed area of Chicago with houses, apartments and shops along Belmont. A busy place for a young Eurasian girl. She was lucky. The American soldier who had fathered her had taken responsibility for the girl and brought her to America to live with him, his wife and their daughter and two sons.
Suzi's English was good. She was so bright that she'd gotten a scholarship to DePaul University. Her Catholic upbringing had made her kind of shy about herself and her body, but especially about the bodies of boys and men for that matter.
Still, she liked her job. It provided spending money that her wounded veteran father couldn't provide even though eighteen was over the hill for a paper carrier.
Suzi passed the CD Trader, where they sold used CD's and went up the stairs to the office of Dr. Oscar Brock, the dentist to the poor of the area. His rates were reasonable and his talents excellent. In fact, Suzi wanted to collect but also had an appointment. She looked at the clock in the window the Bakery Delights, five PM. Most dentist's would have been done by then.
Suzi's pony tale scraped the shoulders of her new winter coat. She shivered, realizing that the snow last night was just a beginning of cold times in Chicago. The stairs crunched under her foot because the sand from Belmont had been tracked upstairs all day.
Dr. Brock's office was cheerful, thought it did smell of chemicals. Suzi wrinkled her nose up at the odors and realized that bakery downstairs smelled better.
The receptionist, a black girl, was sitting at the window. "Dr. Brock will be right with you," she glanced down at the appointment book she'd just been erasing a patient from, "Suzi."
Suzi delivered both the Chicago Tribune and the Sun-Times and had built a very large business which her father was proud of her for. She sat in the red vinyl chair and looked at the magazines. Such beautiful clothes in Glamour. Some day after she got her degree ... but still there was her ailing father to look after.
The receptionist passed through the office. "You're the last one of the day, I've put the phone on answer." She swept out of the office, her dark hair braided with beads catching the overhead light in a glossy flash as she left.
Dr. Brock appeared. "Well, Suzi, my favorite delivery girl and patient. Come in."
She liked Dr. Brock. He had a nice way about him, and smelled good too. His hands smelled of cinnamon. And he wore an after-shave which delighted her nose. Suzi sat in the chair, as he turned the bright light on. While he was adjusting it, it slipped too far to the side, and Suzi noticed that his tight pants were very puffed out in the front. Probably an erection ... well the girls at St. Mary's and DePaul called it a hardon. She'd never seen a man's cock at all and was curious. Her brothers and her father were very careful to protect her from such things. Her schooling at St. Mary's never covered such topics.
"Damn," the good smelling doctor said, "I guess I'll have to call repair. What a curse this old equipment is."
Suzi reached up to smile and touch him on the arm, but her hand slipped or perhaps her eye was lead to his crotch by the light. At any rate, she got a quick feel of a man's cock. It seemed very thick. Thicker than an empty toilet paper roll. She wondered if this was typical of men.
Dr. Brock gulped. "Uh, Suzi. You ... I mean." Usually he was so smooth, but now he was tongue tied.
She took her hand away from his crotch as she tried to move her teeth away from his drill when he worked on her mouth. "I'm sorry, I guess my hand slipped."
"I'm not sorry ... but...."
"And," the young woman continued, "I've never ... I mean. You're the first man...."
"Really?" His brown eyebrows went up. "Oh. Well ... if I can show you anything that would help you make up your mind."
"It's that I've never had any experience with a man's ... thing."
"Ahhh. Catholic? St. Mary's?"
"How did you know?"
"Just an uneducated guess. The church is way behind the world outside. No wonder the pregnancy rate is so high in this area. Nothing to do. No information to do it on. They should have some sex education classes."
"You feel pretty thick. Is that usual?"
Dr. Brock laughed, "I've never done any comparison. And neither has my wife as far as I know. It's fatter than other guys. At least it was when I was playing Basketball for DePaul before I went into dentistry...."
He talked some more, but Suzi wasn't listening she was staring at the strange bulge in his pants. Her hand came up again. She touched it, but jumped away, like kids do when something is fascinating but might be dangerous.
"You keep that up and I'm going to get an erection. Then what will we do?"
"Could I...."
"You want to see? Touch? Taste? What?"
Dr. Brock found himself surprised that Suzi hadn't had any experience with the boys yet. She was a lovely girl. Her double heritage had given her the best of both worlds. The long dark hair was lustrous and riveting. More riveting where her dark eyes and creamy complexion. He hesitated saying anything, because he didn't want to get into trouble. He looked over at her dental chart. She was eighteen after all. But this naive? Unbelievable. Still the young dentist felt a tightening in his balls and a swelling in his shorts.
As the skin crept over his rod he practically shivered from top to toe about the possibilities of his situation. Here was a beautiful young lady asking to see his cock. Not only see it, but perhaps touch it or even more. He certainly didn't want to scare her. And had no intention of ripping his pants off in unbridled passion.
Her hand came up again. Dr. Brock, Oscar when he wasn't in his white coat, felt it was bad enough he was carrying on with his office nurse.
He watched as Suzi's hand came forward, hesitated, and then touched his growing prick. She stroked it lovingly and the piece of meat responded by growing bigger and bigger. Oscar squirmed in his white pants. This was getting serious. His nuts ached. He wanted to get off. Perhaps after she left.
But Suzi was determined to find out what a man's thing was like while she had the chance. She looked up at him, her fingers on the zipper of the white pants. Oscar's eyes clouded over, his nuts screamed out for something to happen. He nodded his approval, and moved slightly so that the chair light shone fully on his crotch. He felt proud to have been singled out to help this girl learn about sex.
She stroked his nuts through the pants as she unzipped him. Oscar had worn his bright blue shorts that day because his wife liked to see him parading around in them ... liked the way his lean body looked in them. Liked what he had packed inside the tight fabric.
Suzi looked at the blue mound that pushed its way out of the Dentist's fly. Her fingers traveled over the bent over tube until she found the thick head which was giving the dentist's balls a wet kiss just at that moment.
"May I...."
Oscar nodded yes, happy with anything she would do for him.
She unbuttoned the top of his pants and then bent forward, careful not to block off the light. Suzi pulled the waistband forward and gasped. There uncurling and lifting up towards the light like a gigantic bean sprout was her dentist's cock. What a lovely thing to see. She'd seen a horses thing at the Lincoln Park Zoo one time. While this was smaller, it was more pleasing. A fat cockhead, bigger than a Chinese Mushroom and almost as red, topped the stalk. The rod under it was as thick as a stalk of Boc Choy. The nuts the size of yellow onions.
And the hair. She pulled the shorts forward. Oscar assisted by slipping them down to his knees along with his pants. He chest swelled with pride and his dick jerked with interest.
Suzi touched the hole in the middle of his cock, picked up a clear strand of something, and held it up to her nose to sniff. Nothing much. Still her body trembled at the thought of what she was doing.
. touching a man ... there.
She lifted his cock and looked below. A crinkly parchment sac changed shaped. She could see the nuts more clearly now. And there was a different smell. Cologne and cinnamon were gone or was it cloves? This odor was almost dank, but not unpleasant. She remembered her own odor when she touched herself down there some nights. Of the tingles as her fingers penetrated her lotus like folds.
Oscar planted his feet on the office tiles, took a dream breath and watched the wonder in the girl's eyes as she ran her fingers all over his dick. He could feel stuff oozing down his cum tube. She lifted his dick all the way up. He steeled himself. If she licked his ball-sac he was a goner. His wife had been particularly uncooperative recently.
He relaxed a little. She didn't kiss his nuts. Then his back stiffened again. Suzi formed a tube with her hands and began to pull the outer skin on his dick back. His cockhead became glossy and glowed. "Is there anything else you need to know, Suzi?"
"Well ... when I touch myself down there," she made a vague gesture into her lap. The Dentist looked. Her jeans were tight and he believed he could see the mound of her pussy. She was such a small, frail looking girl. Could she take all he had to offer? She continued, "I get funny feelings and then something like a fire starts and my finger gets all wet." Suzi felt at ease with this man, after all he was a Doctor of a kind.
"That's when you cum, Suzi. Women can cum a lot of ways. And they have a lot of sensitive points." He reached his hand down to her mound and pressed against it through her jeans. "Here," he found the area where her clit was burning, "and, up in here." He fingered the bottom of her slot.
Suzi wasn't quite sure what he meant, so she popped her top button and unzipped herself, spreading the flaps on her pink cotton panties. She lifted her hips.
Dr. Brock adjusted the light, so that she could share the spotlight with him. Her black bush was shiny but sparse because she hadn't reached her full growth yet. "Show me where."
Oscar wet his finger, in case she was dry, though he had seen a glint of mucous as the cunt lips parted. He poked a finger into the top of the slot. God, her clit was as big as a baby boy's cock. He circled it gently as Suzi's hips came off the chair. "Ohh, that feels better than when I do it."
Then the dentist ran his thick finger down her slot to the hole and cooked his middle finger up into it. He found the "G" spot almost immediately while his thumb massaged her clit.
Suzi's back arched. She trembled and shook. "Oooh, that feels so good."
Dr. Brock sniffed his fingers, cleaned it off with a tissue from the box at the side of the chair and noticed Suzi staring at his cock again.
"Do you let stuff out too? I mean. When I shiver ... cum?"
"Yes. Only a man's juice is white and thick. And probably a lot more too."
"Can you show me?"
He would be delighted to. He handed her one of the small paper cups his patients spit into. "Hold this near the opening in the end. I'll show you."
Suzi watched him jerk his cock with amazement. Her eyes widened as his hand whirled on the thick piece of meat that alternately poked out and retreated.
Dr. Brock gritted his teeth, careful not to break any. He was really hot to show this young lady what his jizz looked like. His fist tightened as he felt his balls beginning to tense. "Watch...." he shouted without knowing it.
Suzi bent her head down more and pointed the little cup right at the opening. It gaped like the mouths of the fishes laying on ice down the block in the fish market. Then the mouth snapped shut and opened again. Long ropes of cream squirted out into the cup. She had to keep adjusting it as he continued to ... what was the word ... cum. She could smell it now. Like some kind of exotic household cleanser. It kept coming and coming. She grabbed for another paper cup, eyes fastened and the spurting prick.
Finally Oscar's hand slowed ... then squeezed a few more drop out. He wiped his spent dick on the lip of the cup. Suzi took a smell.
He reached over and turned on the water. Suzi poured his steamy potion into the swirling water and watched it disappear. She vowed next time she had the chance, she'd be the one to feel a prick expanding in her hand.
scene.
The Chicago Tribune was the morning paper. Lots of girls her age didn't like getting up early. Said it spoiled their beauty sleep, but Suzi was used to doing things that others wouldn't bother with. She was just finishing her route. It wasn't even 6 AM yet. The stores along Belmont weren't lighted, except for security lights inside. You could see them through the iron gates covering the windows and doors. The wind whipped up from the lake, sending Suzi's hair into black flutters. She pulled the hood of her neon red and orange jacket tighter. The strings never tied right. That was better. Then her nose began to get icy on the end. She stepped into the entry way of Bakery Delights and shivered.
A shadow loomed in the window behind her. It was Marti San Miguel, the baker. She heard the dead bolts rattle and the door open. "Come in, Suzi, you must be frozen. If you were a guy I'd say your had blue balls." Marti laughed his big laugh so that his tall cap of jet black hair and the broad width of his moustache shook. He was a jolly man.
Suzi stepped into the bakery warmth and smell. Bakery Delights ... that was certainly a good name.
"Want some coffee?" Marti wiped his hands on his apron which had traces of cherry pie, chocolate delights, and probably some raspberry. Suzi looked at the pattern which looked like an abstract painting from the Art Institute downtown. She liked the lions in front.
"We got some day old stuff in the back and some coffee?"
Suzi shook her head. Not that she wasn't hungry, but the coffee didn't appeal to her.
"I forgot. Tea?"
She nodded enthusiastically and followed the man, inspecting his legs and butt from behind. He must be a strong man, he has a big ass.
Suzi remembered Dr. Brock and the incident; she was several weeks deeper into winter and no wiser. She had played with herself at night, thinking of that beautiful cock and how it had spit into the cup. And the smell. Especially the smell.
Marti pointed to the pan of water boiling on the stove and to the canister above labeled TEA. He handed her a big mug and watched her as she made her tea, first looking at all the names on the foil packets. For some reason Marti thought about a condom packet. Shit, he was horny. But he certainly wasn't going to take advantage of Suzi. She was too nice a girl. Beautiful though. That combination of Vietnamese and American gave her a kind of unearthly beauty. She seemed to float like a dark haired angel above the cracked sidewalks.
The red and orange coat brought further warmth into the pure white of the bakery. They chatted about her school, the business. Marti took off his spattered apron. The Apex Uniforms had delivered all the uniforms too small again. Marti squirmed. His cock was tight in his shorts and even tighter in his whites.
He watched Suzi watching him. She seemed in another world as she sipped the orange blossom tea she'd chosen. Marti leaned his muscular ass against the stainless steel table, crossed one leg over the other and sipped his coffee.
"Marti ... I...."
He looked up. She was practically burning a hole in his pants. Was she interested? His cock began to expand at the thought. His round face beamed as he said, "How about a long john?" He reached to the tray to his left where yesterday's leftovers were waiting to be bagged and sent out the day old display. The pastry was long and thick, round with some sweet sugar dribbled on it.
"That reminds me of...." she said, then giggled.
Marti held the long john to his crotch and beamed, "Won't fit in these pants. Too big."
Suzi reached down and took the long john away from the baker, licked the sugar off the top side and munched. Not bad for day old.
Marty bent over, his hands covering his crotch. "Oooh, that would hurt."
Suzi's dark eyes opened wider. Then she giggled. "I suppose it would."
"The licking part would be OK."
Suzi hadn't exactly thought about licking a cock, although she'd heard all the dirty stories about giving head. "I wouldn't know. Still a virgin." She finished the long john, licked her fingers clean and drained her cup.
Marti's dick slithered down his too tight pants, not quite putting the long john to shame, but pretty close. "You never ... "he left the statement unfinished.
She nodded, her black gaur sweeping across her back.
"Oh." He finished his cup, reached back for another long john and held it out to her.
The girl shook her head, licked her lips clean of sugar and said, "I'd rather have that."
Her hand pointed right to Marti's crotch. That's when his dick shot down his pant leg in one surprising leap.
Marti glanced at the door to the front of the store. Nobody could see in from the street. The first real help wasn't due until 6:30. He checked his watch.
"I've got to get on the El and down to DePaul myself. But ... if you wouldn't mind?"
Wouldn't mind? Marti's prick began to drip at just the thought of this beautiful girl touching him. He spread his legs as wide as he could, leaned on his palms on the stainless steel table, and pushed his cook's hat back on his head a little.
He didn't need to say a word because Suzi recognized a willing man. She clanked her cup into the sink and stepped over to him. "I don't know if I'll do this right or anything. Let me know if I hurt you. And ... well give me a warning, if you know what I mean."
Marti knew what she meant. He hadn't shot in a while and had a pretty big load stored up. His nuts were practically itching for some action. He closed his eyes.
He could see the shadow of her as she stepped in front of him. Then he felt her small hand touch his trousers ... no where near his cock, but on his wide stomach. He spasmed, both stomach and prick. She traced down as she talked.
"I like men, of course, but until a couple of weeks ago, had never seen one, well ... hard."
Marti wasn't going to ask the circumstances ... her fingers were too close to his throbbing dick now for him to care. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to frighten her away. She finally made contact. A wave motion went up and down his back as her fingers closed around his meat. She found the buttons on the whites and popped them.
Suzi gaped. She had seen a kind of pink shadow around Marti's waist but wasn't prepared for bright red bikini shorts. She spread the flaps carefully. The red looked so bright in the fluorescent whiteness of the bakery. The bottom of the pouch was really pushed down. She could see the cockhead and a wet spot too. She licked her finger and touched it to the spot then returned to her mouth. Maybe it was the sugar on the long john, but she couldn't taste anything. The big ovals at the bottom of the pouch interested her too. She fingered them as she pushed her tiny hand into the waistband and down the crinkly hairs. There were a lot more down there than she had and they were thicker too. Then she made contact with Marti's cock stalk. It was so warm and seemed alive. She giggled to herself . .
. it was.
Marti heard the giggle. "Somethin' wrong?"
"No. But your thing feels so alive."
"It is Suzi, alive and ready to do anything you want." He cracked an eye. Suzi had opened her jacket. While her DePaul sweat shirt wasn't very revealing, he could imagine the nice little tits inside. Firm as oranges and juicy too. His cock spit out another drop of stuff. Good thing his shift would be over, his shorts were going to be a mess.
Suzi continued to stroke his rod.
"It's gettin' kind of cramped in there. Tight too."
The girl supposed that mean Marti was hurting, so she quickly stripped his shorts down. The cock swung up, as if stretching from a sleep, and then smacked against the baker's stomach, where it swung from side to side, emphasized by the heavy background of-black hair.
The teenaged college student wrapped her hand around it. It wasn't quite as firm as Dr. Brock's had been. But it was early times yet. She stroked him.
"Use some melted butter?" Marty said.
Suzi looked at the stove. On the back was a pan of liquid. She touched the surface. Not that hot. Covering her fingers with the grease felt funny at first, but the sigh of contentment Marti let go when she twisted her hand around his dick had her smiling. This was fun. And Marti was such a nice guy to let her do this.
She looked up in time to see his black eyes close again and noticed that his hands were trembling on the table. She looked around for more "condiments" to add to the recipe. There was a bowl with chocolate for frosting. Then she spotted the sugar glaze. Holding the cock just right, she dipped in and painted the head with the sweet goo.
Marti knew from the smell what she was doing. He was wracked with indecision. The soft brush against his cockhead had sent warning messages down into his nuts. He was about ready to shoot his own sweet cream. But maybe Suzi would actually lick his dick for him. He tried various ways of relaxing and pushing the thought of cuming out of his mind. Then he thought about his boss. He hoped his dick wouldn't wilt.
Suzi continued to jerk and stare as the sugar coating dribbled down Marti's cock. She dipped her head closer to see her second cock up close. It was just as beautiful as Dr. Brock's ... and almost as hard now. She thought about the paper cup he had held. There was nothing around here like that. Not even a muffin cup.
She opened her mouth and pretended the dick was just a hot long john with sugar coating. At first all she could taste was the sugar. She could feel Marti trembling, as if he were going to shoot off. Then he seemed to steady.
The girl licked all the sugar off and drilled into the opening in the end of the man's dick. That tasted good. Dipping the brush into the frosting again, she coated Marti's balls with it. The nut hairs grew fat and sweet.
Her tongue began as deep under Marti's balls as she could, without actually kneeling. He was tall and she short so there was a lot to work on. She managed to get down to the sweat layer when Marti groaned.
"I can't hold back ... here ... it ... comes."
Suzi's hand had been jerkin on the rod and she did notice a sudden swelling. She pulled her had away as if she had touched a hot stove and watched.
At first Marti's dick just swayed from side to side, the head the same color as cherry pie filling. Then the cock eye opened. Marti fisted his cock and jerked on it like a mad man. The eye opened and milky white fluid spurted out. Suzi crouched and backed away a little. The long strand flew up and back, landing on the table next to the icing dribbles. It seemed thicker, and certainly hotter at the moment.
Marti groaned and jerked. With each noise, his cock eye opened and more stuff shot out until his hands were covered with it.
Finally he slumped against the table, completely drained.
Suzi could smell the freshly spilt cream from where she stood. She edged toward the table and began to lick it. She couldn't tell. There was so much sweet mixed with the man's stuff. Maybe a man's juice did taste sweet. But it certainly didn't smell sweet. There was something powerful and astringent about it.
She was dipping a long john into the swirls and licking off the end when they heard a rattling at the front door. "That must be Johnny. That kid's either early or late but never on time. Marti put himself back together before he went out.
The girl was finishing her treat when Johnny came in. He was wearing a dark brown coat, so that he and the coat looked as if they were one.
"Hi, Suzi. Coming in from out of the cold?"
"Yeah, Marti gave me a day old." She held up the short end.
"Just watch he don't offer your something else, and make you fetch it."
The men laughed at her. Suzi blushed, zipped her coat up and thought, Men are such little boys. Still, that's not all bad. She wondered what a black cock would look like. As she turned to thank Marti, the two were whispering together. She hoped the bastard wasn't saying anything to Johnny. She blushed and barely waved back after Marti shut the door.
CHAPTER TWO
Suzi was following behind the pressman in the pressroom. He was wearing the blue and white coveralls of the Chicago Tribune employee. She watched his muscles work, his arm swing, his body twist as they went around comers. He wasn't much older than Suzi was, and very handsome she thought. It was the ring beard and the way he smiled which made him look like John Ritter on television.
The Eurasian girl was touring the printing plant late in the afternoon, after she had done her Sun Times route. Almost everybody was gone, or hadn't arrived yet. The presses were waiting to roar. She could feel the power of them all around her, and the animal magnetism of her tour guide.
They were in a particularly remote comer when Suzi asked her question, "How come a guy so young's in charge?"
Micky smiled. "Well, we had a strike, and all the union guys refused to come back. So I got hired and I've been climbing the ladder ever since."
"Boy, that's nice. I wish I could do that when I get out to try my hand at computer programming."
"I've got a computer at home and play around with it. Want to see the composing room?"
They were standing very close. Suzi had worn left her red and yellow winter jacket in the office. Underneath, she was wearing a simple white blouse with newer jeans. She didn't have new ones and probably wouldn't for a long time. School costs had to come first. DePaul was not cheep.
"How come a girl like you is the Northwest Area's best paper person? Used to be paper boy. But you're obviously not a boy." Micky scanned her from head to toe. Not as if she were a piece of meat, but as if she were something wonderful. "You got Asian blood in you?"
She nodded yes.
"Vietnam?"
She nodded yes again. Her eyes filled with tears. Being Eurasian in her former country was like being black in Chicago. Kept down. Ignored. Made fun of. She couldn't stand the hurt any more and just became to cry. Her shoulders shook as her whole body nearly turned into a pool of water.
Mickey's blue eyes darkened. His beard quivered. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so sensitive. You're really beautiful, you know that?" He touched her chin, turning her tear stained face up toward his.
They were standing so close that they could smell each other. Mickey smelled of after shave and she of her orange blossom perfume. "Maybe we could go out sometime. I mean if you want to."
Mickey looked so forlorn that Suzi smiled. "I'm sorry. It's just so hard being different and pointed out all the time."
The pressman's hands touched her shoulders where he began to play with her hair. He pulled the long black strands through his fingers as if they were smooth ink for the presses. "You've got to be what you are." In a sudden gesture of friendship, he kissed her brow.
Suzi thought back on the two older men and then this young one. So full of life. So handsome. She allowed her hands to go around his waist to the butt she'd so admired as she'd walked behind her guide. She squeezed the cheeks and moved her hands over his hip bones to the front of the powder blue coveralls.
That's when their lips met; Suzi forgot what she was going to do. Then something in the air reminded her. At the bakery, she had almost tasted a man's juices. If they went that far this time, she was determined to find out what a man really tasted like. She was certain it wasn't like her own fingers tasted after she came off. The smell was different.
Mickey stroked the girl's hair, amazed at its softness. His mouth worked on the girl's as his tongue probed deep. Suzi didn't pull away, in fact she pushed closer, so close in fact that she could feel his dick pumping up in his coveralls.
The young man pulled away. "We'd better stop before we can't stop. I just wanted to kiss you. Feel better?"
They were only a few inches apart, but Suzi felt they might become really separated if she didn't do something. Her small hand came forward and she stroked the front of the pressman's uniform. She could feel something inside. Not thick or long, but something. Maybe it was Micky's balls. She pushed her hand forward and closed. No, it was a man's thing, beginning to fill up. She looked at Mickey's face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open with his tongue sticking out a little.
"Don't do that unless you mean to continue," he said. "Want me to take it out for you?"
"No, let me."
Suzi felt a thrill between her legs, a moist running. She was going to see another man's cock. Going to ... to what? Taste it. That was it. Taste it. Suck on it until he gave up his stuff.
She found the buttons at the top of Mickey's uniform. She popped them one after another until she was all the way to the bottom of his crotch. He was moaning a little in the back of his throat, and as she passed his cock, she could feel the heat radiating outward as if to pull her hand into the opening.
Finally, she had him opened all the way. "Do you want to slip that off?"
Mickey's eyes popped open, a pair of blue pools of need. "No ... somebody might come. Not likely, but I can't afford to get canned."
Suzi knelt just in front of Mickey's black safety shoes, her hands spreading open the long slit of the coveralls. Mickey had on chaste white shorts. They popped out into the open, bringing along with it his hard but covered cock. Suzi stared at the bulge and tube, trying to make past comparisons. She decided it was useless. Every man was different ... every man had something new to offer so far.
"You going to...." Micky paused as if not sure of what word to use, "suck me off?"
Suzi gulped and sniffed. He smelled so good between his legs. So ... ripe. Like the fruits and vegetables in the Vietnamese vegetable store near her home where she hung out and talked to Lee, the son of the owner. She imagined Mickey's dick to be a tasty ripe banana. And his nuts ... plums perhaps. All juicy and firm but soft. She pulled his shorts down.
Another cock. What a beautiful thing. Her mouth watered and bubbles formed inside. As she looked up, she caught Mickey looking down at her in wonderment ... that such a beautiful creature as she would want him. He bit his lips and closed his eyes again. .
His dick was hard ... his balls boiling. He waited.
At first, there was only the regular breathing as Suzi inspected him. The soft breath of spring in winter. Then more air as the girl apparently breathed on Mickey's cock. He almost giggled. Maybe that's what she thought a blow job was. He wanted to tell her that she had to take it into her mouth to give a real blow job. But she apparently decided that on her own. Her tongue tickled his cock hole a couple of times. Then a wet slap flicked his rod from side to side. Mickey felt his balls expand as if to blow up. He relaxed. His balls grew calmer.
Relaxed that is until she formed her lips in a tight "O" around his dick. Then he began to breath in short, heavy puffs. God, he was going to shoot off before she even began.
The kneeling girl changed her approach. She came off the lovely head and lifted up the "plums" as she imagined them. Lifted them high and bent down. Her mouth opened and she swallowed one. Not sweet at all, but with a kind of bitterness that intrigued. She became an anxious cat cleaning a kitten. Her tongue was everywhere ... under the sac, around it. She sucked Mickey's nuts until they were clean and squeaking.
"Open your blouse?," Mickey said through tightly clenched teeth. He was going to blow, he just knew it. His knees felt as if somebody had hit them with a sledgehammer.
Suzi knew what he wanted to see. She flicked the buttons with one hand while she jerked on his cock with the other. She watched the skin on the dick come up and then drop back again. Watched the head turn darker and darker red. That's what happened before. Then the man would make a noise and begin to squirt.
Mickey gazed at her tits in wonder. As beautiful as she. Nice nipples. He stroked her hair and then worked down to her breasts. They were firm yet pliable. He circled around and around them. Suzi's hand kept up a steady beat. One that was not quite enough to bring the pressman off but one that kept him just on the edge. Instead of sledge hammers to the knees there was an almost lulling rhythm.
They heard a noise. The whole room began to hum. The presses were going into operation. Probably on the Sunday supplement, Mickey thought.
He'd have to get back to the control area pretty quick.
"Pull me off and suck at the same time," he said.
Suzi nodded and began to lick on the cockhead, her tongue making patterns on the dick until Mickey knew he could get off this time if he really wanted to. He flicked her nipples, listening for a response. Suzi gulped and allowed her spit to well up until it flowed in a stream over the pressman's cockhead and began to dribble down, making bubbling spatters on the black safety shoes.
Mickey rocked his hips forward and back while Suzi sucked and jerked at the same time. Her hands moved up and down his flat belly searching for some undefined point which would make him shoot his wonderful stuff into her mouth.
Her tongue could feel that his dickhead was getting harder than ever. She kept jerking and groped his nuts, twin plums in a soft sack. They too seemed to be turning to stone, harder than a fruit pit.
"Ah, shit." Micky said. He pumped forward with a will, closed his eyes, tightened his crotch. Then it happened. The inevitable and desirable. His balls seemed to pause, then jumped.
Suzi could tell it was going to happen. The cock head was so hard she was afraid to do anything for fear it might shatter. It didn't shatter. The eye opened. She felt-the balls jump in her hand, and then there was the taste. The bitter/sweet thickness of man juice squirted into her mouth in great drops. She tipped her head back as the second shot spurted out and against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue became coated with Mickey's cum. She licked the bottom of his cockhead.
Mickey groaned ... almost shouted above the roar of the presses. His body became unhinged. Every nerve in his cock seemed to be activated as his balls fired again and again.
Finally there was nothing more. He backed against the humming machine, feeling its deep tone into his balls.
Suzi licked her lips and swallowed. The heavy cream slithered down her throat.
The girl pulled the pressman's shorts back into position, patted the softening lump and buttoned him up. She did her own blouse as she stood. "Thank you for the tour."
"You're welcome."
They had become formal now as if nothing had happened. Mickey would dream of Suzi when he and his girlfriend were having fun.
Suzi would remember the taste on her tongue for a long time. A taste she knew could be become as addicted to as some of the people were addicted to drugs in her neighborhood.
She was glad for the warmth of the subway. She smelled guys everywhere and found herself crotch cruising. She need a boyfriend. That's what she needed.
* * *
Suzi glowed with holiday spirit. She remembered several dismal ones in Vietnam, and the problems of adjusting to American life, but this year she was feeling particularly Christmassy. She'd just finished collecting for her two routes and everybody had been so generous. Now she stopped at St. Mary's for the Christmas craft sale. She wanted to find something nice for her step-mother and her sister. Her brothers had magazine subscriptions. Her dad needed a new rechargeable battery for his wheelchair and that was already in her closet on trickle charge.
She had found what she wanted and it hadn't cost her a lot. Then she wandered around the school, remembering her education there and how the nuns had told her nothing about men.
She was rounding the comer from the gym, where the sale had taken place, when she ran into a tall man in black. At first she mistook him for a priest. But he was younger. A brother? Not that either. "Sorry, I should look where I'm going," she apologized.
"No, it's me. I was going on a date."
"You're not a priest or brother then?"
He laughed, teeth white against his dark skin. Then he held out his hand, "Kent Newton, college student and part time janitor."
"Ah. What happened to old Mr. Monk?"
"What's going to happen to us all. He died earlier this year. I guess the girls finally got to him."
Suzi laughed remembering the jokes she and the other girls always played on the poor old man. Then the felt sad. "I should have told him that we really liked him."
"We never do, do we."
"So why the black ... you wish you were a priest?"
"Hardly. I like girls too much." Kent paused, his deep brown eyes searched hers. "Bought it at the rummage sale and thought I'd impress my girl with it."
Suzi looked at him. "You certainly look mysterious. Though...." she gestured to the sweater which hugged his body tighter than a second skin. And the black pants. They were equally tight. She could see the dark shadow of his dick hanging between his legs and making a wide bulge there.
"Yeah, a little tight. If I get any dirty thoughts, everybody'll know. Did you go to St. Marty's?"
"Until college."
"DePaul?"
"Good guess. And you, Amundsen?"
"Couldn't afford more."
"That's where my friend Lee Nung goes. Do you know him?"
"Might."
They were wandering the halls and were coming close to the janitor's room.
"I got to check a couple of things before I go home. Maybe I'll take off these pants before I embarrass myself."
"Doesn't look like you've got anything to be embarrassed about."
"Well ... you say what you think."
"Doesn't work out otherwise."
They went into the room with its sweet smelling mops and heavy oily fragrance. There were some girlie pictures on the wall.
"Yours?" She asked.
"No, the old man. Wonder if the Monsignor knew? He's never been down here since I started working."
Suzi noticed a neatly made cot in the comer behind the janitor's car. "You sleep here?"
"Yeah. A matter of economics. My parents have ... well split up. And I'm kinda on my own."
She touched his black jacket. It felt like real wool, so soft and warm. She could feel him tremble under the jacket. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ... I mean."
"You a Viet brat?"
"Yeah. But it's OK. I like myself."
Keith sat down on the bed and pulled off his black shoes and found a pair of scuffed high tops underneath. "Better turn your head. I'm going to change back to my jeans."
"I've seen what guys have before."
"And?"
"It's OK. I mean, I'm not a cock hound if it comes to that."
"You're beautiful."
"Lots of people say that. I don't believe it myself."
"You should."
Keith stood up and unzipped the pants. The flaps open. There was a satin white lining around the waistband and fly. His shorts were tight and showed the dark shadow of his young cock ... thick but soft at the moment.
Suzi gulped. Here we go again. But would she have the nerve to go as far as she dreamed. Keith was nice. A little shy because he turned to find his jeans but didn't turn back. He struggled to fit his feet into the narrow pant legs. Then he hooked them up and zipped so she couldn't see.
He took off the black sweater, facing her. She was amazed at the amount of hair on his chest. It seemed to flow in black waves from left to right and top from to shoulders to belly.
"You're hairy. We don't get a lot of that. I mean my people ... the ones who used to be my people.
"You want to touch my hair?" Keith trembled as if he had more in mind than just touching. Suzi stepped forward, glancing down at the well worn patch on the crotch of the jeans where the janitor's cock hung normally. It hung there now, a round tube of excitement for Suzi. She could taste Mickey Grant after all these weeks.
She stroked his chest, the hair flowing over and around her fingers. When she touched his tits, his belly kind of jumped. "That feels good, Suzi. Very good. Better than Betty would have done, She doesn't like hair."
"I do." The Eurasian girl continued to play with the nipples, both of them, with a gentle intensity that made Keith's eyebrows stand up.
"Do you want to play with something else? Do something. " His voice was a bit husky as he spoke. "You don't mind?"
"I'd be glad. Though it takes me a little time to get up for it. I mean...."his dark skin flushed. "I have a little trouble. So many girls start stuff and then turn me down, that I don't get my hopes or my...."he touched the light spot on his jeans and almost giggled, "anything else up."
Suzi shoved her hand down the front of his jeans. More hair. And then a thick but limp tube. He unzipped and pushed shorts and jeans down.
There it was. A fat sausage curved over dark nuts, all covered with hair. Suzi fingered the nuts, stroked the rod. There was a kind of stir, as the tube began to expand. She couldn't see the head yet, and wondered where the hole was.
"You want to fuck or something."
"I've never done that. Just played and, well, you know...."
"Sucked a guy off."
Suzi could feel the fleshy tube beginning to grow, not with any intensity, but interest at least.
"Oh. You scared?"
"Guess so."
"Oh."
They didn't say anything more for a long time as Suzi stroked Keith's meat into a stronger and stronger erection. Still no sign of his cockhead. As she pulled forward on the skin she circled the covered head and said, "Does that thing ever come out?"
"Sometimes, when I get hard enough."
"Just wondered."
"You want to play with my skin. That really gets me hot."
Suzi played with the luxurious covering. She could smell him now. That same smell of the other men, only stronger. She knelt and stuck her tongue into the ragged skin opening. There was a stickiness inside that piqued her desire. She pulled the skin aside with her fingers and licked deeper into the opening. The flavor was richer and more heady.
"Can I play with your pussy while you jerk me off?"
Suzi unzipped her yellow and red coat and then her pants. She stood back a little to give him a better view. Keith pulled on his cockskin. The girl watched the head outlined and then obscured.
She stepped out of her jeans and then shoved the panties down in on swift movement.
Keith's eyes widened. "That's beautiful." His hand twisted and turned on his dick. She could smell more lust now.
"I want to know what a man feels like. I mean ... I've ducked a couple of guys. But nobody's pushed it in me yet."
Keith felt a jump in his nuts. He liked this girl for some reason. She had that look of innocence and seemed honest. So many of the girls played a guy along and then cut him off. He pulled back on his outer skin, the folds slipped back and his cockhead, sticky with a flow, popped out.
Suzi gasped. What a pretty dark thing. She stepped forward while they both looked down. "Looks too big to fit."
"Babies come out."
Their bodies touched. His prick head pushed against her cunt lips which folded back. The wine colored cockhead slipped into the slot as the lips folded along the edges. He wiped his dick down as the lips closed around him. Then he found the hole itself.
"Hmmm." He said.
"Yeah."
Both were feeling something different. Keith wanted to push deep into the girl's body and fuck her, forcing the skin up and back and up and back ... covering his cock and revealing it. Wanted her to tighten around his rod and scrape on the bottom of the head where he was so sensitive.
Suzi only wanted to know what a dick felt like ... maybe not all the way in, but part of the way. What it felt like for a man to squirt against her delicate folds. She'd taken her pill that morning so she felt safe. And Keith might be just the boy to provide her with this experience.
Keith closed his eyes and grabbed his dark hued cock in the middle, pulling it up and down the cunt slot in slithering movements. Suzi shivered. He felt so good between her legs. How far dare she let him go?
"Can we lay on the bed?"
Keith nodded. He was going to get it. Finally get it. And give it too. No more hand jobs. No more mouth jobs by a disgusted girl. A real fuck. At least he thought so.
Suzi lay back, spread he legs and nodded toward her middle. "Just a little. I'm kinda scared."
Keith was too and admitted it. Most guys came on like they owned the world and knew everything there was to know.
"OK, I'll hold my cunt open with my fingers, and you put your thing at the hole. But don't push. I don't know if I can take it."
Keith didn't know if he could take it either. His nuts were boiling. All the hairs on his chest ... on his belly and surrounding his cock seemed to have become sensory antenna. They could feel the vibrations of the boiler behind them as the flaming oil swirled inside the heating chamber.
His balls were boiling too. Full of thick juices that wanted to get out.
Suzi sighed as her partner put his hand up close to his cockhead and moved it up and down, exposing and covering his dickhead.
The girl could feel the skin against her skin and the hard wetness of his cockhead. "Up towards the top. There's something there that itches."
Keith knew what it was. Her clit. He inched up and felt the baby cock sized nub brush against the bottom of his dickhead. He stopped his hand motion, afraid that would be too much.
So far they hadn't even kissed. They were both experimenting in a new area.
"Now, slide."
Keith slid. Up and back, each time poking against the nub which send shock waves through his cock.
He couldn't stand the stimulation any more. Her grabbed his dick hard and jerked on it.
Suzi's eyes grew big. She grabbed the iron rail at the sides of the bed. Her chin jounced on her chest as she watched the big thing jiggle and jounce. He was touching her there. She felt a flash of fire go through her body as if it were gasoline exploding. Her small frame shook and shook.
Keith notice nothing. Felt nothing but the bright rocket in his hand. Then his balls jumped and jumped. He squirted his juices all over that helpless little nub inside her slot. None even ran out.
The thick juice had the reverse effect on Suzi. Instead of putting out the fire, it caused more shooting stars, this time behind her eyes.
The smell of rich man flow saturated the room.
"Jeeez." Keith rolled to the side, hitting his head against the concrete block. "What a cum."
"Me too."
"I don't think I could do it again for a month."
"That's OK."
Suzi knew more know. And liked it.
CHAPTER THREE
Suzi glowed with holiday spirit. She remembered several dismal ones in Vietnam, and the problems of adjusting to American life, but this year she was feeling particularly Christmassy. She'd just finished collecting for her two routes and everybody had been so generous. Now she stopped at St. Mary's for the Christmas craft sale. She wanted to find something nice for her step-mother and her sister. Her brothers had magazine subscriptions. Her dad needed a new rechargeable battery for his wheelchair and that was already in her closet on trickle charge.
She had found what she wanted and it hadn't cost her a lot. Then she wandered around the school, remembering her education there and how the nuns had told her nothing about men.
She was rounding the comer from the gym, where the sale had taken place, when she ran into a tall man in black. At first she mistook him for a priest. But he was younger. A brother? Not that either. "Sorry, I should look where I'm going," she apologized.
"No, it's me. I was going on a date."
"You're not a priest or brother then?"
He laughed, teeth white against his dark skin. Then he held out his hand, "Kent Newton, college student and part time janitor."
"Ah. What happened to old Mr. Monk?"
"What's going to happen to us all. He died earlier this year. I guess the girls finally got to him."
Suzi laughed remembering the jokes she and the other girls always played on the poor old man. Then the felt sad. "I should have told him that we really liked him."
"We never do, do we."
"So why the black ... you wish you were a priest?"
"Hardly. I like girls too much." Kent paused, his deep brown eyes searched hers. "Bought it at the rummage sale and thought I'd impress my girl with it."
Suzi looked at him. "You certainly look mysterious. Though...." she gestured to the sweater which hugged his body tighter than a second skin. And the black pants. They were equally tight. She could see the dark shadow of his dick hanging between his legs and making a wide bulge there.
"Yeah, a little tight. If I get any dirty thoughts, everybody'll know. Did you go to St. Marty's?"
"Until college."
"DePaul?"
"Good guess. And you, Amundsen?"
"Couldn't afford more."
"That's where my friend Lee Nung goes. Do you know him?"
"Might."
They were wandering the halls and were coming close to the janitor's room.
"I got to check a couple of things before I go home. Maybe I'll take off these pants before I embarrass myself."
"Doesn't look like you've got anything to be embarrassed about."
"Well ... you say what you think."'
"Doesn't work out otherwise."
They went into the room with its sweet smelling mops and heavy oily fragrance. There were some girlie pictures on the wall.
"Yours?" She asked.
"No, the old man. Wonder if the Monsignor knew? He's never been down here since I started working."
Suzi noticed a neatly made cot in the comer behind the janitor's car. "You sleep here?"
"Yeah. A matter of economics. My parents have ... well split up. And I'm kinda on my own."
She touched his black jacket. It felt like real wool, so soft and warm. She could feel him tremble under the jacket. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ... I mean."
"You a Viet brat?"
"Yeah. But it's OK. I like myself."
Keith sat down on the bed and pulled off his black shoes and found a pair of scuffed high tops underneath. "Better turn your head. I'm going to change back to my jeans."
"I've seen what guys have before."
"And?"
"It's OK. I mean, I'm not a cock hound if it comes to that."
"You're beautiful."
"Lots of people say that. I don't believe it myself."
"You should."
Keith stood up and unzipped the pants. The flaps open. There was a satin white lining around the waistband and fly. His shorts were tight and showed the dark shadow of his young cock ... thick but soft at the moment.
Suzi gulped. Here we go again. But would she have the nerve to go as far as she dreamed. Keith was nice. A little shy because he turned to find his jeans but didn't turn back. He struggled to fit his feet into the narrow pant legs. Then he hooked them up and zipped so she couldn't see.
He took off the black sweater, facing her. She was amazed at the amount of hair on his chest. It seemed to flow in black waves from left to right and top from to shoulders to belly.
"You're hairy. We don't get a lot of that. I mean my people ... the ones who used to be my people.
"You want to touch my hair?" Keith trembled as if he had more in mind than just touching. Suzi stepped forward, glancing down at the well worn patch on the crotch of the jeans where the janitor's cock hung normally. It hung there now, a round tube of excitement for Suzi. She could taste Mickey Grant after all these weeks.
She stroked his chest, the hair flowing over and around her fingers. When she touched his tits, his belly kind of jumped. "That feels good, Suzi. Very good. Better than Betty would have done. She doesn't like hair."
"I do." The Eurasian girl continued to play with the nipples, both of them, with a gentle intensity that made Keith's eyebrows stand up.
"Do you want to play with something else? Do something." His voice was a bit husky as he spoke.
"You don't mind?"
"I'd be glad. Though it takes me a little time to get up for it. I mean...." his dark skin flushed. "I have a little trouble. So many girls start stuff and then turn me down, that I don't get my hopes or my ... "he touched the light spot on his jeans and almost giggled, "anything else up."
Suzi shoved her hand down the front of his jeans. More hair. And then a thick but limp tube. He unzipped and pushed shorts and jeans down.
There it was. A fat sausage curved over dark nuts, all covered with hair. Suzi fingered the nuts, stroked the rod. There was a kind of stir, as the tube began to expand. She couldn't see the head yet, and wondered where the hole was.
"You want to fuck or something."
"I've never done that. Just played and, well, you know...."
"Sucked a guy off."
Suzi could feel the fleshy tube beginning to grow, not with any intensity, but interest at least.
"Oh. You scared?"
"Guess so."
"Oh."
They didn't say anything more for a long time as Suzi stroked Keith's meat into a stronger and stronger erection. Still no sign of his cockhead. As she pulled forward on the skin she circled the covered head and said, "Does that thing ever come out?"
"Sometimes, when I get hard enough."
"Just wondered."
"You want to play with my skin. That really gets me hot."
Suzi played with the luxurious covering. She could smell him now. That same smell of the other men, only stronger. She knelt and stuck her tongue into the ragged skin opening. There was a stickiness inside that piqued her desire. She pulled the skin aside with her fingers and licked deeper into the opening. The flavor was richer and more heady.
"Can I play with your pussy while you jerk me off?"
Suzi unzipped her yellow and red coat and then her pants. She stood back a little to give him a better view. Keith pulled on his cockskin. The girl watched the head outlined and then obscured.
She stepped out of her jeans and then shoved the panties down in on swift movement.
Keith's eyes widened. "That's beautiful." His hand twisted and turned on his dick. She could smell more lust now.
"I want to know what a man feels like. I mean ... I've sucked a couple of guys. But nobody's pushed it in me yet."
Keith felt a jump in his nuts. He liked this girl for some reason. She had that look of innocence and seemed honest. So many of the girls played a guy along and then cut him off. He pulled back on his outer skin, the folds slipped back and his cockhead, sticky with a flow, popped out.
Suzi gasped. What a pretty dark thing. She stepped forward while they both looked down. "Looks too big to fit."
"Babies come out."
Their bodies touched. His prick head pushed against her cunt lips which folded back. The wine colored cockhead slipped into the slot as the lips folded along the edges. He wiped his dick down as the lips closed around him. Then he found the hole itself.
"Hmmm." He said.
"Yeah."
Both were feeling something different. Keith wanted to push deep into the girl's body and fuck her, forcing the skin up and back and up and back ... covering his cock and revealing it. Wanted her to tighten around his rod and scrape on the bottom of the head where he was so sensitive.
Suzi only wanted to know what a dick felt like ... maybe not all the way in, but part of the way. What it felt like for a man to squirt against her delicate folds. She'd taken her pill that morning so she felt safe. And Keith might be just the boy to provide her with this experience.
Keith closed his eyes and grabbed his dark hued cock in the middle, pulling it up and down the cunt slot in slithering movements. Suzi shivered. He felt so good between her legs. How far dare she let him go?
"Can we lay on the bed?"
Keith nodded. He was going to get it. Finally get it. And give it too. No more hand jobs. No more mouth jobs by a disgusted girl. A real fuck. At least he thought so.
Suzi lay back, spread he legs and nodded toward her middle. "Just a little. I'm kinda scared."
Keith was too and admitted it. Most guys came on like they owned the world and knew everything there was to know.
"OK, I'll hold my cunt open with my fingers, and you put your thing at the hole. But don't push. I don't know if I can take it."
Keith didn't know if he could take it either. His nuts were boiling. All the hairs on his chest ... on his belly and surrounding his cock seemed to have become sensory antenna. They could feel the vibrations of the boiler behind them as the flaming oil swirled inside the heating chamber.
His balls were boiling too. Full of thick juices that wanted to get out.
Suzi sighed as her partner put his hand up close to his cockhead and moved it up and down, exposing and covering his dickhead.
The girl could feel the skin against her skin and the hard wetness of his cockhead. "Up towards the top. There's something there that itches."
Keith knew what it was. Her clit. He inched up and felt the baby cock sized nub brush against the bottom of his dickhead. He stopped his hand motion, afraid that would be too much.
So far they hadn't even kissed. They were both experimenting in a new area.
"Now, slide."
Keith slid. Up and back, each time poking against the nub which send shock waves through his cock.
He couldn't stand the stimulation any more. Her grabbed his dick hard and jerked on it.
Suzi's eyes grew big. She grabbed the iron rail at the sides of the bed. Her chin jounced on her chest as she watched the big thing jiggle and jounce. He was touching her there. She felt a flash of fire go through her body as if it were gasoline exploding. Her small frame shook and shook.
Keith notice nothing. Felt nothing but the bright rocket in his hand. Then his balls jumped and jumped. He squirted his juices all over that helpless little nub inside her slot. None even ran out.
The thick juice had the reverse effect on Suzi. Instead of putting out the fire, it caused more shooting stars, this time behind her eyes.
The smell of rich man flow saturated the room.
"Jeeez." Keith rolled to the side, hitting his head against the concrete block. "What a cum."
"Me too."
"I don't think I could dolt again for a month." "That's OK."
Suzi knew more know. And liked it.
* * *
Even in a suit Aaron Rourke, aide to State Senator Andrewski, was sexy. Suzi had been working on the Committee for Minority Education which was a split off from the Committee for Minority and Handicapped Education neither the handicapped nor the minorities wanted to be lumped together because they had different problems.
Not that Suzi felt as if she were a minority. Well, deep down inside, perhaps, but she was an American. Her father admitted that. Her step mother accepted her fully and completely. She and her younger sister Stephanie had a great relationship. Her brothers were well, brothers.
Still in her country of birth and in America she stood out because she looked different, not quite American, not quite Vietnamese. So she had worked hard on the committee along with others to try to let the legislature know that they were just people who needed a little help.
As Senator Andrewskl's assistant, Aaron wielded a lot of power. He was the one who arranged for the Christmas Party out in Lakeland. Who had picked up the people from the inner city at the station. Who had been so attentive to Suzi all evening.
She liked Aaron. He was bright and handsome. He must have wrestled in college. In fact he had confessed as much. "Now I'm wrestling with tougher problems ... problems where two falls out of three isn't a victory. Where every slip and slide brings hope or despair."
Suzi and her wrestler had been wrestling with some legislation, talking about words. Everybody else had gone long ago and they were alone in the Senator's beautiful house. The library had matched sets of books and lovely stained glass windows in bursting colors. The fire was real, not electric like at home.
They had been drinking champagne, "to finish it up" as Aaron had insisted.
"Do you think we should mention the Mung people by name?" Aaron had asked. He'd long ago taken off his suit jacket exposing that broad chest of his. She could practically see the muscles rippling under it.
"Oh, it's so hard to know. If you say anything at all, somebody else is offended. But my countrymen were so brave and gave so much before we pulled the rug out from under them."
"I hear you're still have split allegiance, Suzi."
Suzi covered her mouth and looked down. She had put herself in both positions ... my country ' men and we. When would this split in her allegiance go away. She supposed when she married an American and became a real part of the country. Right now, only her passport gave her nationality.
To cover her confusion, Suzi took the tall glass of Tott's Champagne and drained it.
A hand touched hers as she set the glass down. "Whoa, young lady, don't pass out on me."
She had trouble focusing on the clock. Was it past midnight already? Oh, no. She fumbled for her purse and the RTA schedule. "Aaron. What am I going to do? I missed the last train."
Aaron leaned back in the burgundy chair, scratched his back against the brocade and said with a half grin on his face, "So you have."
"I'd better call my Dad. He'll be worried. Oh, dear. Not having a car...."
"Is a blessing. You only get into trouble in a car." He grinned again, looking at her over the edge of the tall fluted glass.
"Trouble's my middle name." She punched out her home phone number, knowing her father had trouble sleeping unless he knew where she was.
His soft, deep voice traveled all the way up to Lakeview. "Is that you Suzi?"
"Yes, Dad, Aaron and...."
Aaron mouthed the words, "The Committee."
"... the committee got busy on the bill and I ... we missed the train."
"Oh dear."
Aaron motioned that she was to give him the phone. She did. "Aaron Rourke, Mr. Johnson, we're putting everybody to bed. The boys in one part of the house, and the girls in another, with me sleeping in the hallway between." Aaron chuckled.
Mr. Johnson chuckled too, "Well, thank you sir. I appreciate your consideration. Suzi's a pretty special girl."
"I think so too."
Suzi who couldn't hear the conversation shrugged.
"OK, time for bed my girl."
"What did you lie to him for?"
"Well, I don't have to sleep in the hall if you don't want me to."
Suddenly, there it was again. A man coming on to her. An intelligent man. A beautiful man ... handsome, strong. She didn't know what to say.
Aaron didn't allow her to say anything. He covered her mouth with his. Pressed his chest against her breasts. "You're a very special girl," he said after they broke apart.
Then Suzi realized that all his little jokes that evening had been sexual. That the bill was an excuse. "Aaron, you're nasty."
"No. I just liked you, and wanted to get to know you better." He traced a line from her chin to her breasts. His fingers felt so good there, that Suzi didn't say anything. Even as the finger traveled down between her tits, down her stomach and to her mound, she didn't say anything.
In fact, she allowed her hand to move from his waist, where she had held him lightly while they kissed, to the front of his suit pants. She found his cock and squeezed it. As much as she could considering it's condition.
"You prefer the library, or the Master's bedroom."
Suzi looked up at his pale grey eyes. They were crinkled at the comers. He was making fun of her. She stroked his cock, feeling it pulse between her fingers. Her other cocks came back to mind. The feel and taste of them. Was she going cock crazy? She had to see what Aaron had. See what he would do with it. Her pussy had been itching for days, wanting to find out what a real fuck might be like.
His hand pressed against her back, then her butt until her hand was trapped between them. They nibbled on each other, grinding ever so slowly together.
Suzi managed to move her hand up to his zipper. He must have felt her there, because he pushed his ass back to allow her more room. Then he went to work on her ear.
She was trembling so much from his kisses and touch that she could scarcely unzip him. When she put her shaking fingers into the open, she came up against the soft cotton of his shorts. She fumbled for a few seconds trying to find the opening. Her fingers slipped in and then made contact with Aaron's cock. So thick and hot. She twisted her hand around trying to grab the whole thing.
"Let me." Aaron said, stepping back. Suzi kept her hand in the opening as he unbuttoned the top of his pants and allowed them to drop to his knees. Suzi admired the hairy legs as he pulled his waistband down. "You're going to have to take your hand out."
She did and watched as he peeled his shorts down. Yes a cock in a blond nest, hard and curved upward and to the left. This was a new one. But the ball sac still hung down with lots of skin around it.
As Aaron stepped back so she could admire his lower half and so he could take off his shirt, Suzi began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. Twenty little buttons popped open. Her would-be-lover was naked and frigging his cock between his fingers keeping it hot and hard for her.
When he saw her beautifully formed tits, his eyes widened and his hand went a little faster. When she pushed her panties out of the way, he stopped jerking off entirely and just stared.
"Gees."
"Well, come over here and take a look, or maybe ... a feel?"
He stepped closer and Suzi could smell the need for sex surrounding him. It penetrated not only her nostrils, but every cell of her body. She began to tremble.
She was going to kneel and suck him off, because she liked to suck cock, but he knelt first, his hands on her shoulders and then on her breasts.
She looked down, curious to see what he was up to. He sniffed her box a couple of times. Then she saw him lick his lips as if in anticipation of something delicious. Suzi realized what it was. Her cunt lips began to flutter like clothes on a wash line in a Chicago wind.
His tongue just touched the top of her cunt. Just the barest touch. But that was enough for start her whole body trembling and her cunt lips seemed to part. Or was it Aaron's tongue as is licked and wiggled down her slot to the bottom.
His hands were caressing her tits. Then they were shimmying down her body to her hips. His fingers crept across her stomach to her pussy and the big middle fingers found the edges. He parted the opening and licked up and down the slot.
"Ohhh."
"Never been cunt lapped?"
"No."
"Fucked?"
"No:"
That seemed to encourage Aaron to greater feats of love making. His tongue did dances ... pirouettes and grand splits between her cunt lips. She felt her little nub begin to ring as the vibration touched something deep within her body. She began to convulse and shimmy.
He dug deeper.
Then down and up into her pussy.
He touched something there too and Suzi became limp as her box exploded.
"Good, huh?"
"Better than good."
Aaron stood up, pulling on his cock which was bright red by now, "You want to get your first fuck?"
Had that other time been a fuck. Hardly. They'd just started when ... she watched as Aaron stepped toward her, his muscles glowing in the firelight. They seemed to change size and shape as he moved. And so did his cock. The blood red head grew shiny as his hand pulled down. The whole thing wobbled back and forth.
It touched her spit slick cunt lips and parted them. Then he lifted her slightly and bent her back towards the sofa behind her. She lay, legs spread wide, arms covering her eyes, waiting for the man to continue.
She smelled him now, a combination of sweat, musk cologne and Champagne. But stronger yet was the ripe odor of his oozing cock.
She felt a leg come up onto the sofa. She planted her one foot firmly on the carpet.
Then the hot touch of his cock head. He seemed to be trying to find the opening. Suzi relaxed, willing her cunt to open for him. He found the spot and slipped in. First the thin point, then the wider head, then the crook which punched her pussy to the right. He seemed to slide in forever. Then he was in, She could hear the rustle of ball skin as they adjusted.
With a hand on her stomach to hold her in place, he began to fuck in and out of her.
She sighed. Then she moaned as he picked up the pace. All those spots inside her were practically buzzing. He puffed. She groaned. Then he began to fuck like, crazy. His cock had a different feeling too. Harder. Maybe even longer. He was touching her insides everywhere at once.
"Shit."
Aaron had lost his sophistication. He was just a rutting animal now, pounding into the female to get his nut off. "Ahhh, g-o-d."
Then she felt his shaft expand and began to pump. He pushed his belly hard against hers, jamming her clit back into its sheath. It responded with an angry buzz and then let go.
They both heaved like elephants. Then were still.
She woke up on satin sheets with the handsome blond next to her. Yes, the Mungs deserved better.
CHAPTER FOUR
About a week later, Suzi stepped out of the DePaul Annex, looked east toward Michigan Avenue but turned toward State Street. Not only because that's where the subway stop lay, but because she wanted to find out something. Danny Clements was a handsome hunk. All the girls in the Computer Science Major said that was true. Many had tried various things to get his attention, but nobody had admitted to any success. She'd heard guys talking about their conquests, and when she broached the subject with the females in question, they were indignant in their denials.
Who could you believe?
What she wanted to find out was if he could be approached. He might be just the guy to teach her more about her own sexuality. While she didn't want to commit herself to any one guy too soon, the wanted to see if her if she were attractive enough to a guy like Danny to pursue the matter any further.
She was sounding like a whore. Calculating and cold. But she was just business like. That's what computer science taught you. Lay out the rules and test them. She had met with enough prejudice in her native land and the USA to be wary by now.
So she turned down State Street instead of up to the Subway Station. Further north, the street was all condos and expensive apartments. But in this neighborhood, the rundown stores were an economic blight. She supposed that a store that specialized in swimwear wouldn't be selling much in December.
And when the stepped into Swim Along, she was right. Not a customer in sight. Only Danny, his dark hair gleaming. His white shirt immaculate. He grinned from ear to ear. "Hey, Suzi. What brings you into this neighborhood. Want to buy a bikini for lying around on Oak Park Beach in the snow?"
She laughed. "I'd be a stiff as a board. The wind-chill is -24 degrees today."
"True. Can I show you something?"
"Depends on what you've got to show." She hoped that was vague enough to get him to thinking. They wandered along the aisles, looking at the dummies on top of the racks. She especially looked at the guy's.
So sophisticated looking. And so sexless. She pointed to the crotch of a swim suit, "Anything in there?"
Danny laughed out loud. "Nope. Sexless. So are the girls, except for the tits. Gotta have tits, but nothing else. Some of the display dummies look kind of pained. Must be the metal rods supporting them."
"Do you model suits for customers. I mean, suppose I was looking for a Christmas present for my boyfriend. Would you try on the suit so I could see how it fit?"
"Well ... nobody's asked. Is your boyfriend anything like me?"
"I don't know until I see you in the suit."
"He'd be a lucky guy to have you for his girl. You're the best of the computer group I can tell you that. Makes me jealous some times."
"Well ... would you?"
Danny looked out at the bleak grayness of State Street through the peeling paint on the window frame.
Then he smiled. "Sure, why not. Which suit did you have in mind?"
Suzi fastened on the tightest suit with the least number of square inches of material in it. "That one."
Danny gulped. "That's going to be a tight fit. I mean, this guy, " Danny cupped the practically flat front of dummy's crotch, "got circumcised down to nothing.. But me...."
They both looked down into his crotch. His jeans showed a promising bulge. "I've got a little be more than nothing. But, hell, I can only split the material."
Suzi looked worried. She didn't want to get Danny in trouble with his boss. "Well, maybe it's not such a good idea."
"No, when Danny Clements makes a promise to a lovely lady, he keeps it." His fingers peeled the spandex away from the dummies waist and down the cut off legs. Then he removed the suit and said, holding the small fragment of cloth between his thumb and forefinger, "I'll change in there...." he paused.
"Unless you want to come watch?"
Suzi blushed and Danny hurried away to make the change.
When he came out, Suzi gasped. He was absolutely gorgeous. He must have tanned during the winter, because he body was a brown as a berry and twice as tasty looking. He was right about having trouble fitting it all into the suit. The fabric strained around the outgrowth of his cock. She could almost see the head nestled against his balls. Her eyes opened in admiration.
Danny asked, hands on hips, "You think he'll like it?"
"I know I like it."
"What do you like best?"
Suzi stepped forward, her hand at crotch level and pressed against his basket. "This."
"Careful, it grows, then I'll split the suit for sure."
"There's one way to solve that problem."
"What?"
Suzi grasped the waist band by its thin edge and pulled down. They were standing so that nobody could see what they were doing, but even at that Danny felt uncomfortable. Still he let her. He'd always like the Eurasian girl. Wished he had had the courage to talk to her ... to date her. But he was too shy despite is male swagger.
Danny folded his arms over his chest, in a muscle pose, while Suzi stared. This was the biggest cock she'd encountered so far. Her pussy lips complained.
Still, she'd started this and she have to finish it ... to finish him off.
The clerk's dick was hanging over his nuts at the moment, but with each heart beat, it began to rise from the balls and droop more up in a kind of rising curve. Suzi touched it, her fingers closing around the stiffening stalk and pulling the skin up and back a couple of times while she watched the cockhead appear and disappear in a luxuriant cap of skin. "You're getting me hot, Suzi."
"I know."
"You gonna do something about it, or only leave me with a hardon?"
"I wouldn't be mean." She pulled on his rod some more, squeezing the stalk and feeling the stiffness increase. Then she tried to pull the skin up over the head, without success.
Danny said, "Let's go into the changing room. I feel uncomfortable standing out here."
Much to Suzi's regret, he snapped the tiny trunks over his dick ... though it still stuck out the top, and walked to the back of the store. He had beautiful buns. So muscular and smooth. His legs were hairy though. A real racing swimmer would have shaved them.
She wondered if he would have used an epilation, like she did, to get his legs smooth.
When they stepped into the changing booth, they had to be so close that her pussy mound was touching his pouch. She could see his cockhead sticking out over the waistband, a bright tear of stuff glistening in the cock eye.
His hand were all over her body as soon as they got inside and the curtain had closed. Danny kissed her face, her neck, and then began to take off her blouse and open her jeans.
Meanwhile, she rubbed his crotch to keep him at the boiling point. Her finger smeared the juice into his cockhead. He finally got her tits free and began to explore ever nook and cranny of them, while Suzi breathed her approval. Soon she was as hot as he was and wanted his cock inside her.
While he worked on her nipples, she pushed her jeans and panties out of the way. He must have smelled her pussy, because he stopped flicking her nipples, and looked down.
They both had black pubic hair, though Suzi's was sparser and had a definite sheen to it. She parted her cunt lips to show him the pink interior. His eyes grew wide and his prick bounced a couple of times.
"You ever done it standing up?"
She nodded no.
"Me neither. Let's see if we can do it." He bent his cock down because it was all the way up against his belly now. Suzi had excited him so much that he was afraid he would squirt any second.
At first he just grabbed his prick around the middle and diddled it up and down along her slit. Suzi shivered as she felt the hard heat of it sliding between her cunt lips. Then he crouched, holding the head so it could touch the bottom of her hole. When he was in position, he lifted up and Suzi's cunt lips parted, letting him into her body in a smooth motion.
She could feel his cockhead plowing up and up and up into her.
"Good."
"Yeah."
She began to lift up on her toes and drop onto his cock. Again and again they performed the same operation until Suzi thought she would loose her mind.
Danny knew how to slam against her belly in such a way that her clit began to purr with satisfaction. The pun rose to a howl and before she knew what had happened, she was cuming off with Danny's prick still plowing in and out of her in more and more rapid strokes.
Danny closed his eyes, leaned in and kissed Suzi's neck and cheeks. She could feel the tension in his fingers as he stroked her smooth legs. Feel the tension in his chest as he pressed against her tits.
He was close.
His mouth opened in a kind of gasp. She looked down to see his cock coming out of her and slipping back in. She tightened. His dickhead scraped her outer lips and they almost lost contact. Then he moaned and just stopped pumping. This was a new reaction to Suzi.
* * *
Neither Aaron nor Ed had reacted this way. They just fucked on until they got their nut.
But Danny, shoved his long pecker as deep as it would go, wiggled his hips a couple of times and sighed.
Suzi could feel his dick expanding and contracting like some desperate hose. His juices exploded into her cunt in long streams. She could feel the stuff spray the inside of her cunt. Feel him contract and contract. She watched his belly as it jumped and jumped.
Then he was done. He leaned down and kissed her tits a couple of times, flicking the nipples.
Something exploded inside Suzi; she was coming off again, but this time in a different place.
The small booth reeked of their encounter. Danny reached for his underwear and wiped off his cock, being careful not to stain the expensive suit.
"That was wonderful, Suzi. All the guys said you were practically unapproachable."
Suzi smiled inwardly. They both had a similar reputation. She was in favor of that. The least attainable is the most desired.
Brocton Martin was young to be a lawyer. A kind of Doogie Howser of the law field. She hoped Brock wasn't going to be clumsy, though he was eighteen at least and legal. He sat behind his desk looking like he just stepped off the basketball court. He was a DePaul graduate and maybe he had played basketball there.
"No, I was a fast tracker. Didn't have time for that kind of thing. Now your problem is a good one.
Very interesting. I've been researching the precedents on the computer. The latest is those paper carriers in Rhode Island and their attempt to form a Union. That's in the appeals court now. Your problem is that your delivery business has grown so large that you can't cope with it?"
He stood and went up for more than six feet. Suzi blinked at the height of the man. Gangly she guessed. His suit was cut well, hung on his body to emphasize it. Somehow the pants were a little too tight, or her imagination was too good. She thought she could see his dick lurking in the prominent bulge to the left, his right. She'd better get things accurate because lawyers were that way. Did she want to marry a lawyer? He certainly was intelligent. And attractive in a boyish way. She wondered what other things he hadn't had time for.
He paced the room, playing with the cuffs of his peach colored shirt. She could hear the traffic on Belmont and the roars and slow downs of the now elevated lines as they diverged ... the State Street line going north and the Ravenswood going west. She bit her lip and tried to keep from looking at his crotch. She was horny, that's all. Girls got that way.
Apparently guys did too. She'd been noticing guys in the computer classes placing books in their laps, though what was sexy about a computer screen she couldn't decide.
"Now," Brock turned, his clear skin shining in the grey light filtering through the blinds of his third story office. "You want to subcontract with these guys...." , "Many carriers are women now, though that's a more recent development. What I need is a contract that specifies what they must do to receive their wages for delivery. Since I'm paying more, and my customers pay more for special services, I need to make it clear to them that they must take the customer as their guide.
That's how I've made such a success."
The window was to the left of the desk and Brock had stopped directly in front of the desk, practically in Suzi's face. His cologne was delightful, spicy and masculine, without a hint of flowers. She liked it.
And below that, just on the edge of consciousness was the musk of a man's crotch. She leaned forward slightly to catch the smell.
Her lawyer took that moment to bounce up and down on his heels, yellow pencil eraser tapping his teeth. Then he kind of swayed forward as she came even closer. Her nose touched his cockhead. They both drew back as if they'd committed an unpardonable social sin. Brock retreated behind his desk, stood there crotch pressed against the rim and then sat down abruptly.
They discussed the details of the contract. She agreed. As they came to the door, Brock blushed. "I'm sorry about what happened a few moments ago. I get so wrapped up in what I'm thinking and can sometimes ... well, make people uncomfortable."
"I wasn't uncomfortable. You're a very sexy guy. And...." it was Suzi's turn to fluster and blush, ".
. I was smelling."
Brock's hand dropped away from the tarnished brass doorknob. "Smelling?" He worked in his mind so much, that a lot of outside stimulation escaped him.
"Smelling?"
"Yeah, people have smells, rooms have smells, streets have smells. This part of Chicago has a smell."
"And what do I smell like?"
"A man."
She watched his face light up as if nobody had said that to him before.
"Well, I do like the smell of the cologne, Old Spice. Makes me feel like that sailor. Remember that commercial?"
"The guy coming home from the sea. All hand some ... the girls looking at him, and then that special girl. You have a special girl?"
"Well ... actually, no. No girl at all. And it's frustrating sometimes." He looked at his hand as if to confirm the frustration.
"I can imagine. I was like that once...." she almost added a couple of weeks ago.
"And what did you do about it?"
"I made a dental appointment."
At first Brock smiled like a little boy to whom suddenly everything is very clear. Then he frowned. "I don't understand."
"I'll demonstrate. Like Perry Mason does in the court room." She sat in the chair. "Pretend you're a dentist, aiming the light on my mouth."
She leaned back and closed her eyes, her hands on imaginary arm rests. She hoped they were high enough.
She could feel the heat of Brock's body closer to hers. Again the window was between him and her, so his shadow was strong over her eyes.
"Keep fixing the light, you'll see what happens. " There was more rustling, then Brock's prick touched her fingers. It was just a momentary brush.
Then it returned. She chuckled it under its chin, like one did a baby ... Brock froze.
Suzi did not. She became bold, moved her other hand over to his pants and began to stroke the rod at the same time as she tickled.
"Ohhh," Brock said in a very low voice. "Ohhhh, that feels good. First time anybody's touched me there in a long time."
Suzi squeezed his dick as if shaping dough. This was going to turn out to be a hard roll or a submarine or hoagie bun of nice proportions. As she squeezed, she found his belt, but had difficulty.
Brock's hands touched hers, so she took them away and opened her eyes, watching as he fumbled with the buckle, cursing. Finally it was open. She watched as he put his hands back on his hips, his feet spread wide in a kind of challenge.
Her left hand went into the soft folds of the crotch, pushing up until she'd squashed his balls against his cock, now showing every sign of activity.
Then she pulled the zipper tab. Old Spice disappeared. Man spice came on strong. She managed to lift the peach colored tails of his shirt and get to the shorts.
His cock was still growing. She gasped in admiration. Then pulled the shorts down and reach inside, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She made immediate contact with the fat cock, pulling it out into the open. Uncircumcised. He hadn't even had time for that in his headlong rush to become a member of the bar.
Suzi pulled the cock out of its prison and stroked it with both hands, leaving hot trails on the rod that sent Brock into shivers. Nothing he'd done to himself had ever felt this good. He relaxed his macho stance. No need to pretend now.
The Eurasian girl kept up stroking, leaning very close, as if to tell Brock's dick a secret. Instead her mouth opened ... the Lawyer's foreskin crawled some more. Suzi use her small fingers as kind of clamps to open up the ragged hole in the middle. Her tongue poked out and into the opening.
Brock could felt it there, licking at the rim of skin ... picking up what even he could smell now. She had his cock held in such a position that she could dribble spit into the foreskin without it dripping all over the place. Then her tongue worked in again, finding the rim of the dickhead and swirling around and around.
Brock's curiosity got the better of him, "How does it taste?"
Suzi only smacked her lips. Then she stood, undid her red and yellow jacket, unzipped her jeans and exposed her black haired pussy to him. "This might give you a hint."
Brock's eyes practically popped out of his head. His mind told him no. His itching tongue tingled with its own thoughts.
Without insisting, Suzi pressed down on his cap of blond hair. He sank before her, his eyes closed, his nose twitching like a hunting dog on the trail.
Her legs were trembling so Suzi took a wider stance. He looked up at her with his eyes closed.
His nose was doing a bunny. Then his tongue came forward and found her cunt lips. She helped him by spreading the folds with her fingers so he could dig deep without having to learn the technique.
He snuffled like a pig, tongue digging into her body like a whirling helicopter blade. She began to spin too. She could feel his saliva dripping off the bottom edge of her cunt. His fingers found the opening and one wedged up into it. She could hear him almost laughing with delight against her box as he ate her out.
Then he stood. He needed to know more. He held his still glistening cock forward as Suzi pressed on his shoulder lightly to let him know he needed to be down further. Then he touched his quivering skin to her lips, pulling down just a little and with increasing pressure.
The girl was fascinated by what she saw. First the opening got bigger and bigger, then the red nosed tip of his dick appeared, all gooey and glossy. Finally the whole thing was out in the open. Then it was at the edge of her opening. The bump of his foreskin rim sent a shiver through her body. He wedged up deeper and deeper into her cunt. They had backed up against the desk now. Suzi cursed her jeans, they were tangled in her legs, but she managed to open herself fairly wide. He stepped in, his pants hindering him too. Then they were plugged together. At first his strokes were indecisive, as if he were analyzing the situation with that sharp lawyer's mind of his. Then he allowed his body to take over, plunging headlong into her depths, his balls slamming against the desk as they fucked.
Both of them had become a rutting hog and sow pair now. All thoughts of yellow pencils and contract terms flew out of Brock's mind as he enjoyed the indescribable feelings around his cock. Especially at the head, where his foreskin rubbed and something inside Suzi poked.
They didn't even realize they were there until they both came at the same time. Neither understood how unusual this was; both were absolutely floored by the feelings. As Suzi twitched, Brock's meat pulsed. The warm fluid shot like so many stars into her pussy. She clamped and relaxed, clamped and relaxed.
His balls jumped and wiggled as he came off. Both of their bodies were raw with sensation. Then it was over. His cock shrunk. Her desire for it passed.
He found the tissue box on his desk and they cleaned up.
Once again his hand was on the shopworn brass knob. "I'll call you in a couple of days with the final draft. OK?" He patted her black hair. They liked each other. That was a good sign.
CHAPTER FIVE
Suzi didn't know why she'd accepted the invitation. She was very busy with her routes and new plans to expand. Still, they were good customers. She delivered a paper to the father at his office, to the mother where she worked, and to the house, where she'd met both Tara and her brother Josh when she had collected.
When she got there and rang the bell, she had to wait. She could hear the trains in the background over on Belmont as the screeched into and out of the station. Her recently spate of sexual experience were on her mind. She'd tried a lot. But not everything, yet, of course. A young man she'd never met before opened the door. He didn't look as if he belonged to the family. Her brows furrowed. What was going on here?
"Ah," he smiled, "you must be the luscious Suzi, entrepreneur in Chicago papers. I've heard a lot about you. Tara can never stop talking about you." he opened the door wider still smiling and bowed her into the house. She could smell the cooking. American. Meat and potatoes. She still liked the spices of her home country ... which was no longer her home.
The boy continued. She guessed he must be a Freshman in college or so. If indeed he was going to college. She just assumed. He continued to talk as he helped her off with her coat by the hall mirror. She glanced at him briefly. Nice looking. He went to tight clothes ... and had a good body to show in it. She checked out the white patch where his cock hung most of the time in his pants. Looked reasonable. She just had to stop thinking about dick all the time. She focused her mind on business.
He said, "I'm Tad, which is almost as bad as Tara. Maybe we'll appear in a movie together, if I ever get out of Goodman."
Well, that settled where he was going to school because the Goodman Theatre school had been a fixture in Chicago for a long time. She could imagine him playing the young lover. He had that kind of innocent face that would make a girl's heart jump and melt at the sight of him. He shaved, but probably not often. Tad hung her coat up in the closet. Suzi got a good look at his ass. It seemed nice and strong. Full and muscular. She wondered how it would feel if he fucked her.
She just had to stop thinking that way. "Well, I didn't know Tara had invited a friend ... friends over."
"No, just the four of us," Tara, Josh, and me. We're kind of an unholy trio."
Suzi had visions of them worshiping in a magic circle with candles around the edges to fence in the evil spirits.
Tad apparently read her mind because he said, "Nothing evil in our worship, though. Just the usual American games. You know."
Suzi didn't know, but smiled as if she did. That was always safe. She felt her tits inside her bra harden when Tad turned back to look at her. He had the stomach and legs as a fucker.
"So, how's pleasure," Tad asked. Again that little grin as if he knew something she didn't know.
Suzi replied automatically, not really hearing the question.
"Business is fine."
"That isn't what I asked but it'll do." Then he did something pretty blatant, he reached down between his legs and rearranged his dick. It looked fatter somehow when he finished. "Josh is waiting for us on the couch. Tara is showing how domestic you can be if your mother prepares everything and gives you oven instructions." Tad's hand was still close to his prick, as if he wanted to unzip himself and show her what he had.
"Oh, aren't their parents going to be here?"
"Nope, this is their weekend to travel south to Urbana and visit their eldest daughter. She's got two kids already. I don't mind the sex, as long as there're no kids." His fingers tickled his cock head for a few moments.
Tara broke the mood, "Suzi, how nice of you to come."
Tad laughed, "Don't you wish."
Tara gave him a glare that would have shriveled his underwear, if he were wearing any. "Crude. But you know how these theatre people are. Sit and talk to Josh, dinner's almost ready."
"And she's been ready for weeks." Tad ducked as the hostess swung at them with a big spoon she was carrying. Suzi thought the girl looked very attractive in the pretty blue apron.
"Hey, watch that weapon, or I'll hit you with something bigger and harder." He dove for his crotch again.
"We're not into cocktail sausages." Tara was her haughtiest.
"You're not into any sausages."
Suzi couldn't figure that out and was still wondering when Tad took her hand, the one that had been playing with his dick, and dragged her into the living room where Josh lay sprawled on the couch, watching the WGN news.
"Hi, Suzi. I'd ask you how they were hanging, but there's nothing to hang." Both he and Tad broke up at that, Tad rolling on the floor. He finally lay still, face down, moving his hips up and down as if fucking the floor.
Meanwhile, Suzi looked Josh over. His pants were even tighter and the light spot even longer and wider where his cock was bunched up, resting. The son of the house patted the seat beside him, "Come on, watch the news. See the alderman expose themselves in public. God, they're stupid and greedy...."
"And smooth. As smooth as a shaved pussy. " Tad rolled back onto his ass and spread his legs. His humping the carpet had aroused him a little. Suzi opened her mouth.
Josh said, "Don't open you're mouth like that.
Catches flies."
Tad, in a lewd gesture, reached for the buttons on his jeans. "Yeah, and there are a lot of different kinds of flies."
He hadn't seen Tara enter the room, but he certainly felt it when he whacked him between the nuts with the stirring spoon."
"Ohhh. I'm ruined." Tad clutched his balls and rolled back over. Tara continued to torment him by slapping his ass with the spoon in great whacks. "Ah ... don't stop I love it."
Tara stamped her foot. "You're too much, Tad."
"How would you know?"
"Hey, hey, hey ... pipe down, I want to see what those clowns in City Hall are up to."
"Let's eat." Tad shouted laughing, rising up on his knees to place his face against Tara's pussy. She whacked him on the head with her spoon.
"Ooops. Saving that for desert?"
Tara shot back, "For somebody else."
Suzi had never met people who talked like this before. Who was she saving herself for her boyfriend. Then a really wicked thought came into her mind. She looked at Josh. What a ruggedly handsome man he was. But ... no, that would be impossible. Though in her country ... former country.
Supper was wonderful. Tara's mother had given her daughter the right oven instructions. Blueberry muffins with wild blueberries. Roast beef, tender and juicy. Carrots with parsley. Mashed potatoes dripping with gravy.
Suzi hadn't eaten so well in a long time. At least now beef. She remembered Aaron Rourke's cock inside her, unloading his man gravy into her pussy. She crossed her legs and kept herself from getting too excited. She was glad that the table cloth covered the crotches of the two boys. She almost felt like getting under the table and sucking them off.
Her napkin fell off her lap, she bent down, lifting the snowy white damask to pick it up. That's when she saw that Tad was playing with himself under the table. The cloth was up at his comer of the round table and his fingers were busy digging into his crotch. He had a real hardon now.
Suzi came up for air, her pussy hotter than ever. They ate the apple pie, spicy with cinnamon and heavy with ice cream.
Tad lifted his pie dish to his impish face and licked the lump of ice cream as if it were a woman's tit he was stimulating.
"Stop that disgusting behavior this instant." Tara had a salad mixing fork raised and brandished it at Tad. When he continued to lick, she reached over and jammed it into ... who knows where. Tad groaned and made a hissing sound. "You took all the life out of me."
Josh said, "Hey, buddy. Enough acting. We're going to watch Cosby while Tara shows Suzi here the house."
Tad winked at his friend, "I know what she's going to show Suzi. I hope she likes it. A different flavor of pie."
Tara brandished the fork again and Tad covered his crotch.
She said to her guest, "Tad has a good idea ... just no manners at all."
Suzi helped the older girl clear the table. The stacked the dishes while listening to the familiar Cosby theme for the year. "It's a nice old house. I think the wood's too dark, but then it's not my house."
Suzi nodded as she ran water over the dishes into the disposal. Tara bumped behind her, rubbing her crotch against Suzi's ass cheeks in an accident that had the Eurasian heating up again. All that sexy talk and Tad with a hardon on had focused her attention on sex.
Another girl ... what would that be like? Girls were less muscular, softer. Guys had to have more muscles, they did other kinds of work ... that that was less true now. And they need good legs to fuck. There she went again.
"Let's look at the house now." She was startled to feel Tara so close. The older girl had her hand on Suzi's shoulder, almost touching the bra strap. "You'll love it, I'm sure."
Suzi made the appropriate noises. Tara's room was very feminine, and much lighter than the rest of the house, "I stripped the woodwork myself and turned it to light oak," the hostess said, running her long fingers over the grain.
There was something very sensual in the gesture. Like a lazy cat. She was leaning against the door jam, her chest pushed forward so that Suzi could admire her tits if she wanted to.
"Very nice."
"And the bed?" She pointed to the canopied, with frilly white hangings spotted with a luscious shade of lavender.
"That is lovely," and Suzi wasn't just saying that. It reminded her of plums for some reason. She realized that could close the curtains by undoing the satin ties and be in your very own world.
"Let me show you what I do when I'm in a bad mood." Tara climbed on the bed, taking her shoes off first, and motioned Suzi to do the same. She undid the ties and the lace trimmed curtains closed. She looked closely at what she had first thought was polka dots. No, they were actually little hearts.
"See, we're all alone in our little world," Tara's hand stroked Suzi's strong cheekbones. "You're a lovely girl."
The Eurasian girl blushed, "Thank you."
"Such nice skin," Tara traced the girl's chin and then down to her neck. Suzi's breast shook in the bra. Would her hostess go further?
Yes. She would. And did. Her fingers were working on the buttons of her guest's blouse. Had them open. Was touching the bra cup and then moving around to the back to undo the strap. Suzi looked down in time to see her breasts flop forward. Tara was kissing Suzi's neck. The kisses felt so good. So smooth. A different kind of passion from a man. A gentle, less insistent kind of stimulation.
When Tara nibbled Suzi's nipples, the newspaper girl felt her whole body tremble. Then she closed her eyes against the lavender and white glare and let it happen.
The hostesses hands were gentle as she lifted the heavy tits up to her mouth and bounced from nipple to nipple kissing them with moist lips. Then the older girl's hands moved from side to side, pushing the tits together and feathering the inner edges one against the other.
Suzi was really trembling now. By the time her hostess had reached the girl's black toreador pants, the Eurasian was ready for anything. In fact, she put a tentative hand on Tara's breasts. No bra as she had suspected from the first.
"Go ahead, take my blouse off. I don't mind. Then we can touch our nipples together."
That sounded just fine to Suzi. She could smell the heady aroma of Tara's perfume. Lavender of course, to match the bedroom. The canopy curtains cast a strange warm light on their bodies. They were both bare to the waist now. Looking at each other. Tara lifted her breasts and Suzi did the same. Then they touched nipples, rubbing erect flesh over erect flesh.
Tara was panting now. Her hands trailed down Suzi's boobs, along the girl's stomach and against touched the zipper on the side of the pants. "May, I, Suzi. I know you'll like what I'm going to do next. " The Eurasian girl nodded, unable to speak, but trembling inwardly. Her pussy was beginning to juice up.
Slowly ... making each touch work on her own pussy, Tara unzipped and spread. Suzi got up on her knees and the hostess pushed the pants down over her slim hips. Then Tara kissed the other girl from neck to nipples to navel to ... pussy. Right through the cloth. "Mmmm. You smell so good."
That's when Suzi realized who was going to be desert. At least for Tara ... and maybe. Was Tad truthful?
Suzi rested her palms on the quilted comforter and looked up at the Canopy. Tara's hands were in the edge of Suzi's panties. Then they were pulling them down. A finger poked against the guest's cunt opening and then wiggled inside like a happy puppy.
Suzi clamped her cunt around the finger as if began to move in and out of her pussy while the other hand stroked her body from top to bottom.
With a moan, Suzi pushed her hips forward to get more finger in her. Tara began to finger fuck her guest with long strokes. Deep and long. One finger.
Then two. Then three. Suzi was really moaning now. That felt so good.
Then the finger disappeared. Tara was kissing her guest's breasts again. And stomach. And then her wide tongue was taking great brush strokes against Suzi's crinkly pussy hair. At first, she only feathered the hair, then Tara flicked her head sideways to lap along the lips. When she had both lips wetter than they had been, she rolled her tongue into a miniature cock and poked it into the slot. Suzi leaned back ever further onto her palms and lifted her butt off the bed.
Tara found the hole and worked into it. "Ohhh. So good."
"Can you cum more than once," Tara asked in a sex filled voice.
"I think so."
"Let's find out."
Using both her tongue and her finger, Tara began to massage every part of the Eurasian's cunt. She dug and twisted with fingers and tongue until Suzi began to shake. Then quake.
Suzi came off with a kind of wail in the back of her throat. She came off so hard that she felt as if her shoulder joints would part.
Then Tara was gone. The curtains were parting behind the older girl's ass when Suzi opened her eyes. Where? What?
She heard the door open ... a masculine shadow appeared at the curtains. Suzi tried to cover herself. It was too late. Tad had opened the curtain just a crack and stuck his head inside. "Hi, beautiful. Want some company?"
"Tara said you were suitable warmed up. I found I wasn't so interested in Cosby as much as I was interested in what was going on. Did you get off?"
His boldness embarrassed Suzi, but she managed to nod.
"Good. They you'll be warmed up for me."
He spread the curtains wide. Suzi's eyes went immediately to his crotch. He was ready. The cock tube had filled up and slithered down his leg. She could smell the musk of a man ready to do something.
"Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes.
Suzi seemed hypnotized by Tad's hand as he stroked it up and down his covered dick. The musk of his hot body made her forget her modesty. She pushed her pants and panties down, flicked them up at Tad with an embarrassed giggle. He smelled the garments, especially the lacy crotch of her panties. His hand stroked his hidden dick faster, his fingers playing a sexy tune along its length.
The Eurasian felt herself oozing between her legs again. She licked her lips unconsciously.
"You want to eat my dick?"
Again the girl found herself unable to speak. Tad spoke for her, "Scoot that pretty ass down the bend and wrap your legs around my calves. Then we'll see what happens."
Suzi did. Her legs curled against the soft denim of his jeans, he heels moving up and down from his ankles to the back of his legs.
He pushed his hips forward and she leaned down. Her face buried itself in his basket, left cheek seared by the hot iron of his erection.
"Go ahead, kiss it. Show it how much you want it in your mouth."
Suzi kissed, breathing in great lungfuls of his smell. She kissed his inner thigh first. And then, using her nose as a guide, closer and closer to the ample lump in his pants.
Tad hiss as she managed to plant a wet kiss on his cockhead. She nibbled there for a few seconds, and then lapped the rough but soft fabric along the light spot up to his crotch hair.
"Go ahead. Take it out and wrap your lips around it."
As if she were in the midst of some kind of sexual fantasy come true, Suzi fumbled with the buttons on the 501's. The popped with a satisfying anticipation. She kept nibbling not wanting to loose contact with such a tasty possibility.
She spread the flaps. No shorts, just fluffy dark brown pubic hair. She glanced into the opening. A thick cockroot descended into the fly. She kissed the very edge of it, licking the bent over shaft as if it were a fine sausage just fresh from the market.
"Pull back a little. I don't want to poke your eye out when I pop up."
Suzi did as she was told, watching his hands as they inched his jeans lower on his white hips. More and more of his cock appeared. And then, the tip, caught in the complication of the fly, popped loose and up, smacking against his shirt. He pushed it up so that she could appreciate the dramatic effect of his dark skinned cock against the white of his belly.
Suzi let out her breath in a long ooooh.
"Like that, huh? Go ahead, taste it." Tad put his palms on his ass and shoved forward, his cock practically poking Suzi in the face. She opened her mouth in awe at the beauty of it. The tip grazed her lips. She opened wider as he bent his cock forward. There was a clear oozing from the cock eye. She licked it away.
"Soft lips. Put them around my dick and use your tongue."
Again the boldness of the actor got to her. She did automatically what he had requested. Once again, the becoming familiar tasted of a man's dick stimulated her taste buds. She licked under the crown. Lick around and around. She smacked off and dipped her head between his legs to his balls. The wrinkled sac was giggling from side to side as Tad bounced on his heels. She just place her tongue against his pouch and allowed the nuts to plop up and down on it.
"Clamp down ... but not too hard."
She clamped down on the left ball, heard Tad hiss again, then she lapped the ball clean.
"Other."
She lapped the other one clean.
"Suck me, Suzi. Suck me hard."
Suzi felt as if her cheeks were going to meet in the middle of her mouth as she sucked hard. Tad had grabbed his cock outside of her lips and was jerking on it with increasing enthusiasm. He was howling in the back of his throat like a wild dog in an alley.
"Yeah ... Yeah ... Yeah," he was saying over and over again.
Suzi sucked harder. So hard and with such a slurping noise that she didn't hear the door open. Didn't see Tad turn his head, wink and say, "Join the party."
She didn't hear anything until hands touched her ears. That was strange. A pair of hands were already on her shoulder holding her in place. Then the hands circled her ears. She opened her eyes wide and looked to the side.
Josh stood grinning down at her. "You like my buddy's cock in your mouth?"
Suzi nodded over the dick, not willing to let it out of her mouth.
"Good. Tad likes to get his pipes cleaned out by a girl with hot lips. I like to get mine cleaned out in the usual way."
Suzi turned her head so far to the side that Tad's prick poked out her right cheek like an apple.
"I saw you crotch cruising me before dinner. Thought you might like this."
He stepped back so that Suzi could watch and began to unbutton his jeans. She could see that he had underwear at least. Red underwear to be sure. Then he pushed his jeans down, and was teetering on one leg, trying to kick them off.
Tad wasn't to be denied while the girl got her first sight of his buddy's cock. They'd balled together before, with Josh's sister as the opening act.
He began to jerk on his dick and push his hips forward at the same time. In and out he went. Pulling his prick to the clamping lips and then pushing back in again. Suzi backed up a little as he pushed to hard and nearly choked her.
Josh puled his shirt up too. Up and over his chest. It was hairy, unlike his face. The dark hairs glistened in the sweat of his excitement.
He stood there, fingers poised in the edges of his shorts, teasing the girl with the sight of the lump in his shorts.
"Or would you rather do it?"
Suzi nodded, wide eyed with desire, her tongue tickling Tod's cockhead so that he stopped jerking himself off before he creamed her tonsils before the dynamic duo got to work on her.
"Lay back, Suzi," Tod insisted. He was so close he wanted to get off and then lie down to rest beside the couple as they fucked.
"No, Tod. Let her have a little fun with this." He stroked the front of his shorts which were bulging out as if half the world were hidden inside.
"Ok, buddy. It's your dinner party.
Suzi reached between she and Tod with one hand and up with her other to touch the magnificent growth in Josh's shorts. It was so hard and fat that she snorted as she continued to Lick Tod's meat.
"Go ahead. Strip me."
Suzi's fingers trembled. She never been so excited before. Two guys. All hers if she wanted them. And she did.
Josh had a lot more crotch hair than his buddy did too. She felt it against her fingers as she pulled down on his waistband. His cock was now down his leg. The band was too tight. It was straight up under the elastic. She poked a finger down into the opening, feeling the wet eye of his dick.
Her middle finger lifted the juice back up to the opening. Then she smeared the lubricant around the cock rim and up and down the soft spot under the head.
She caught Tod and Josh grinning at each other.
She was pleasing two men at once. Her cunt ached for a finger or a fuck.
"OK, now lie back, Suzi," Josh urged, "but don't loose track of my buddy's dick.
Suzi began to lie back, her legs coming up to the edge of the bed. She rotated on her ass. Tod walked along the embossed surface of the quilt, crushing hundreds of little hearts as he moved into position. Suzi didn't loose contact with his cock once, though her scraping teeth made him wince a couple of times.
When they were positioned so that her head was on the pillow and Tod's legs on either side of her shoulders, she felt the bed sag and Josh moved into position. Tod was so far forward that she had to lift her head to keep his cock in place.
"Here," the guy plugging her mouth said, "put this under your pretty head."
She lifted as he pushed another pillow under it. She could eat him now in relative comfort. His bush was even more fragrant now that she'd sucked on him. It smelled of man, and soap and spit.
She couldn't see Josh at all. His prick had looked so nice that she wanted to see it. But Tod kept stroking her mouth so she was unable to move. And her head was against the frilly headboard so she couldn't pull off his cock even if she wanted to.
Masculine hands kneaded her thighs and then moved down between her legs in an insistent gesture. Suzi spread her legs as wide as she could and side her heels up the quilt.
Then a warm tongue touched her clit as it poked between her pussy lips. She shuddered, lapping rapidly on Tod's dick. He moaned and increased his stroke.
Then the tongue slithered up and down her slit, found her cunt opening and dug deep into it. As deep as many guy's cock.
Suzi mumbled around Tod's probing cock. This was a masculine tongue inside her now. Not the soft female kind, but a man's tongue. As hard as a cock, but a lot more active than one in her pussy. His hands were moving up and down her smooth legs. She was glad she'd used her epilation before coming over. His fingers moved as if they were greased over her legs.
His tongue moved as if it were a snake alive with desire to crawl inside her and curl up.
Suzi went into shock when a tongue began to play games on her tits. Who? What?
Then she smelled the lavender perfume and knew that Tara had returned. Two men and a woman were pleasuring her body now.
Every part of her was on fire. She felt Tod's hand pounding against her forehead as he jerked and she sucked. She could feel his ass cheeks tighten against the tops of her tits. Occasionally the tongue on her tits would disappear, then she knew that Tara was licking the would-be actor's ass cheeks. She wondered what it would be like to have her tongue licking a man's hole.
She about everything now. Josh's tongue had disappeared. Suzi felt a thick piece of meat drag up he leg toward her pussy. She spread her legs wider, coming against Tara's shoulder, which pressed against her legs as the hostess continued to suck tit.
When his cock touched her body, she felt a hand around. Yet his were on her hips. Tara was jerking off her own brother. Suzi's pussy spasmed at the thought of it.
Then a cockhead, wet and spongy, touched her cunt lips. She felt the head spread the lips and then push into her body. Push and push. The long cock dug into places that had never been touched before, just as the long tongue had. She moaned around Tad's meat.
"Ahhh." She heard him gasp.
Then she watched as he pulled back, pushing Tara's head down onto Suzi's stomach. "I'm cuming." He announced as if everybody should be aware of the event. "And hard."
Suzi knew he was hard. She was sucking ... no, she wasn't His cock had been pulled out of her mouth. She crossed her eyes. The angry red cockhead was right in front of her eyes. She could see the cockeye gaping as Tad's hand stroked it. She flicked out her tongue to make contact with it, slapping the underside so hard that she could hear the sound even in the lavender cocoon of the canopied bed.
Then she. watched, dark eyes wide with wonder as the cock eye opened and a glob of white cream spit out. She closed her eyes quickly as the cum, like thick rain spattered across her nose, forehead, and cheeks as she turned them.
Josh was pushing faster now.
"Let me. " Tara sounded desperate. Then Suzi felt a girl's tongue licking away the juices that had just splattered on her. Tod moved and lay beside them. She could tell that from the way the bed sagged.
Tara continued to lick like a desperate cat who was starved for cream.
Suzi felt her whole body tremble as Josh rammed his meat into her again and again. He seemed to be trying to push his cock out of her mouth with his strokes.
She tightened her legs, her knees being scraped as he plunged in and out of her.
Now the Eurasian girl felt a tongue lapping her arm. Up and back. Up and back. It was Tod, tickling the hairs on her arms.
Josh was panting now. Suzi felt some sweat drops on her stomach. She couldn't see over Tara's head which was resting in the crook of the girl's neck, tongue doing little dances there.
"Shit," Josh moaned.
It wasn't shit, but cum that Suzi felt boiling up the cock in her snatch. She felt the tube expand, and then the juice boiled out like lava from a blow hole. Josh erupted as if his whole insides were trying to come out.
He jammed against her body one more time, held still and let his rod pump and pump.
Tara's head moved out of the way and Suzi could finally see her fucker. He was glistening in the half light from his efforts. She looked down and could see his cock still plugged into her. She watched as he pulled it out.
Her pussy spasmed one more time, fluttering around the softening cock. He pulled it out and held it up. The deep red cockhead dripped a few hot drops onto Suzi's belly. Then she gasped again. Tara's head appeared as she began to suck her own brother clean. Suzi closed her eyes.
But she could still hear the sister's contented lapping.
Suzi forgot how she got out of the house. But she did. With all her clothes. And a big piece of the roast as a gift and many suggestions that she come back.
Group sex was exciting. But still. Not what she was looking for. If she could only find out what that was, she'd go for it.
Saturday morning deliveries were over. She had checked up on the three girls who now worked for her, and they'd done a satisfactory job. A couple of glitches, but that was soon rectified. The fact that if a customer complained they lost their bonus was an incentive too. She'd picked girls because ... well, girls seemed to be more careful than many of the guys she knew. Except for George Parr. He was careful of everything. But didn't deliver her papers.
He was going to DePaul too, but in Law. They'd met and had a few dates. Now, on this bright winter day, she was getting off the bus at Belmont Harbor. She could see the masts of the sailing boats bobbing, they looked like ghosts with the frost on their cross members.
She followed the instructions and came on the Pharaoh II, George's boat. Well, actually it belonged to his father. She wondered if any of her people had traveled to Hong Kong in such luxury? George must have heard her climbing on board, because he was in the doorway of the steps leading below. "Hi, Sue. Glad you could make it. A business women like you doesn't have a lot of time. As luck would have it, my father couldn't make it today, so I'm doing the cleanup myself."
Suzi smiled and punched George's arm. It was like hitting iron. She was sure he pumped a lot of it. His shoulder were so broad and his waist so incredible narrow that she wondered what the rest of him must be like.
Suzi complained, "Oh, it's warm in here."
"Electric heat, attached to the strip on the dock."
"Well, then I can at least take off my coat." George helped her with the red and yellow winter jacket. She'd worn her new bosses jeans, a frilly blouse of peach color, and had tied her black hair in a pony tail. George gave it a friendly tug and f said, "Giddyup horsie."
"Careful, or the horsie might kick." But the warning didn't stop George. They kind of wrestled for a few moments, then Suzi got mad. He was bigger than she. Much bigger. Her anger grew as she twisted. Finally, enraged, she kicked out with the broad toe of her British Knights. It caught something solid in George's crotch. He was down on the deck moaning.
"Ahhh, George." She knelt beside him, stroking his brow. The beads of sweat had popped out and were blinding the poor guy. "Girls don't like to be mauled. Especially not by monsters like you."
"I'm not a monster," he groaned. "I just like you.
I wouldn't have forced myself on you. Help me to the bed. My gonads hurt." His hand reached into his crotch, trembled for a moment, and then touched gingerly as if his crotch were a hot stove. He cupped his big hand over the area, as if his palms were a soothing heating pad.
He managed to struggle to his feet. They staggered
' to the cabin where a double sized bed beckoned.
George flopped face down on the bed, hand under himself. "You swing a wicked foot Suzi." she could barely hear him through the pillow.
"And you're a big bully. I won't stand for it, George. I don't like a guy if he thinks I'm his property."
"I never thought that." He'd rolled up on one beefy thigh and was looking at her, his dark eyes full of pain and disbelief. "I've just dreamed so much about you, I practically went crazy."
"Then you deserved what you got." Suzi knelt on the edge of the mattress. George rolled a little toward her. She touched his brow. Hot.
He opened his mouth and began to nibble on her fingers, one at a time. She could imagine that tongue elsewhere. "Do you still hurt ... down there."
"A little tender." I mischievous look came into his eyes as the comers of his mouth turned up in a little boy grin. "Want to feel." He rolled over on his back, head deep in the pillow. The toe in the nuts had both hurt and excited her boyfriend. His long cock made a fat outline up the center of his jeans. She watched as the rod wiggled a little more, then settled down to a dull throb, like a hurt finger.
She tried to measure the thing with her eyes, not that size mattered. She liked George a lot, she really did. He could be a gentle giant most of the time. Her hand came out and touched the soft pouch under the cock. She watched George's eyes. He still smiled. She stroked some more. The smile turned into a frown then a kind of sultry, sex filled grin. She continued to stroke him.
His hand moved over to her leg and began to shimmer up and down the new jeans, going very close to her pussy, but not quite there, and then back again. She felt a tightness in her own crotch and her mound puffed up against her panties. Juices were beginning to stir inside as she leaned in, spread her legs and began to use both hands on his crotch.
"Feels good," George said and then covered his eyes with a muscled arm so she couldn't see the effect she was having on him.
She certainly could feel the effect she was having on him.
"Want me to unzip myself?" George mumbled.
"No."
His body sagged against the bed, his face rearranged itself into the pouting little boy mode. "Ohhh."
"I'll do it."
The boyish smile returned. She fumbled with the belt. He actually wore a belt. A deep brown leather model, wide, with tooled design and silver buckle. Suzi polished a spot on the longhorn design and then unbuckled it. George's stomach pushed the buckle aside and she had the button to contend with. It popped. George's hand was busy on her waist too, only he had an easier job. His hand was down her panties and a big finger sliding up and down her cunt lips before she even had the damned pants open.
Then the zipper. Her fingers scraped down the cum tube of George's cock as she pulled down. She never thought she'd be a cockhound like this.
Maybe it was normal for girls to dream about what guy's had between their legs. But to have such and intense curiosity that you practically wet your pants when you saw a well packed crotch on the street?
In the light from the single porthole, George's shorts glowed with an intense white purity that set Suzi's mouth to watering. She lifted the waistband and stuck her hand down the opening and came in contact with a short fat cock almost instantly. She pulled with her free hand and peered down into the opening. It was fat, like a summer squash, with all the width concentrated in the cockhead. There were bumps around the thing too, again like a squash. But this was no vegetable, it was the pulsing cock of a man hot to do something.
She let her prize go for a few seconds and pulled the shorts down further. George lifted his magnificent hips and she pushed jeans and shorts to his knees.
"You like that?" George's fingers were back to work on her pussy.
"Yeah. It's beautiful."
"Suck on it a little, then fuck me. I'm too tired after my accident to do it myself." Suzi felt his dick pulse in her hand. She squeezed in reassuringly and bent forward, mouth all the way open.
The head loomed like some fantastic mushroom, already stuffed with the long stalk below it. She closed around the stem and licked the head.
She was so busy giving him head, that she didn't even notice it when he used both hands to push her jeans out of the way. She did hear him licking his fingers and then felt the big digits as they took alternate turns penetrating her pussy. She heard him sniff then and then go back to work.
She went back to work too, slurping off the fat stalk and pushing it up against George's belly. She pushed a finger in the soft part of the tip and held the cock pinned like a specimen to a display board. The man's dark pubic hair made it seem larger. She sniffed. There was something so enticing about a man when he was hot. She decided to lick the whole thing, being careful to avoid the balls at first, in case they still hurt from her toe.
There was flavor everywhere the licked.
George gritted his teeth when her tongue came close to his nuts. It was like having a toothache which the dentist has fixed, but you're not quite sure yet whether you tongue should poke there. She didn't touch his balls at all. He licked his fingers, content with the musky taste of her pussy juices. Then he licked around and around his long middle finger, raked it down her clit, past the bottom of her cunt and then wiggled it up inside her. He felt like a surgeon putting on the rubber gloves, only the glove was Suzi's box. He felt around inside, aware of the silky texture of her tunnel. Then he crooked his fingers slightly and began to finger fucker her, allowing his tongue to come out from between his lips. He clamped on his tongue as her cunt clamped on his finger.
He didn't realize her tongue was giving him a ball bath until she was almost through with his left nut. It didn't hurt. He relaxed so that his slightly arched back came down against the mattress. The he lay there, bathed in her spit and in the exciting flutters of her tongue and nibbles of her lips. An occasional sharp scrape from her teeth only made the pleasure more intense.
"Fuck me, Suzi. Climb on top and do it."
The Eurasian gave the left nut one more tender love bite and allowed the skin of his ball sac to flow out of her mouth. She looked down. The whole area as glistening with spit, except the tip, where a heavier flow was bubbling out of the cum eye. She straddled his broad hips, feeling like a turkey wishbone spread to the maximum. Her fingers found the heavy stalk; she bent it into position, the wide tip just brushing her opening. Then she wiggled down until the head had disappeared between her cunt lips.
Suzi could feel the wildness of it as it spread her opening. A couple more wiggles. The big head was inside. The soft spot pulsed against the bottom of her pussy. With a kind of backward lunge, she allowed the whole thing to enter her body. She lay there, a little out of breath, feeling stuffed. George flexed something, and the cock swelled inside her. Then she began to climb the hill of his chest with his face. It was a brief ride down until she was plugged by his full dick again.
She would have gone bankrupt if his chest were a ski lift and she making the runs. And each run was more thrilling than the last.
At first George was passive ... a muscular bulk just lying there. Then as he felt the warmth and friction surrounding his cock, he began to become a little more active. As she built up the stroke, George went a wild. Not enough to frighten her, he hoped, but enough to set his balls to boiling.
They crested together. The killer hill loomed just over the next stroke. Then they were careening down it. George's cock swelled, his nuts squirmed, and then he let go. Lots of snow white cum flooded out of his opening and up into Suzi. She felt the gate open. Felt the juice warmth of it all. That's when two of her triggers pulled. George was just slowing down at that moment. But when she began to pop, his cock made an effort to pump out more stuff.
Then it was over.
They cooled down and then cleaned up the bed. He cooked her a tasty dinner of Beef Tips Stroganoff. George licked the tips as he said, "My favorite dish, clits in sour cream."
They'd done it. But there was something still unsatisfying about it. Suzi dreamed of bigger and better, if bigger was better, cocks. Or at least of different ones. She felt like a tramp.
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She didn't know if she should accept the ride. The subway would get her up to Belmont fairly fast and it was cold. True, there was a famous Chicago January Thaw, but not exactly motorcycle weather. And while Merv didn't seem to be the usual motorcycle bum, you never could tell. He certainly dressed the part: billed cap, leather jacket, tom jeans, dark glasses, and an assumed hard guy look. Maybe he was a pussycat underneath that hard exterior. She glanced at his crotch. The cloth was almost fatally ripped. And he didn't seem to be wearing underwear.
Things had not been going well with George. The yacht and the Lakeshore Drive apartment were too much like a soap opera. Everybody was so fake ... and so was George except when they were alone. Maybe that's the way lawyers had to be. But she didn't have to be that way. She was herself. Still a little naive in the ways of men, but growing more experienced. Was Merv just another image, or was he a real person. They sat, with a group of others, in the Union drinking coffee. Well, the others were drinking coffee, she was sipping mineral water. She liked the bubbles and there weren't any calorie consequences.
Merv had taken off his glasses and relaxed his wide moustache into a human face. He was kind of a nice guy. His hair was short, not long with a knot or anything. Suzi watched the studs on the right arm bracelet glitter. Her ride had sat on the chair with the back against the table, he'd straddled it actually.
"Well, guys and gals," Merv announced in a macho voice, "time to hit the trail with this pretty little girl here." He touched Suzi's hand. "She's got to get on the trail and deliver all those thousands of newspapers."
The group grinned, slurped the last of their coffee and left the cups to make rings on the plastic knotty pine. Merv swung his leg, looked panic stricken, and stood, black boots nearly crossed, legs tight together. The other Computer Science majors said goodbye. Merv leaned over and grabbed a handful of napkins, letting them dribble out between his fingers, forming a kind of shield over his crotch. "Uh ... I don't know how to say this." He hadn't put on his dark glasses yet, so Suzi could see his eyes ... they were confused.
"What happened, did you rip something."
He nodded, red blotching his cheeks. "And I'm about ready to fall out."
"Oh, dear. Look, I've got a sewing kit in my purse. Lets...." she didn't know what to suggest.
Merv looked panic stricken. "I can't take them off and give them to you. Wait, I might. Meet me by the washroom door, I'll hand them to you."
Suzi laughed all the time she was sewing the pants up. He should have worn underwear, especially if he was going to ride his bike. She took the red bandana he had in his hip pocket and sewed it as a kind of patch over the crotch. Not very well, but enough.
"Look," she said as they climbed on his motorcycle, a blue Kawasaki 350, "I've got a sewing machine at home. I could do a better job for you there."
"Well ... lets see how the repair holds."
Not very well. That's when they went to Suzi's room, after saying hello to her father. He was in his workroom, making a stained glass door piece for a new home in Lincoln. He did a lot of glass work and was quite good at it.
Merv sat on the bed watching her snip the kerchief down to a more manageable size. Then she sewed it all around the edges. She had had to leave the room while Merv took his pants off. He had looked funny with a tartan plaid bedspread around him like a dress.
"There ... done." Suzi held up the jeans, moved her hand around inside the crotch to show him how safe it was and handed them back to him.
"Uh ... would you?"
"Sure." For such a macho cyclist he was sure acting like a little boy.
When he was dressed he asked her back in, glasses on, black billed cap in place. "How do I look."
"Like a real rough fucker."
He blushed but nodded his thanks. "Actually, I'm just acting."
"You should be in theatre."
"No, I mean. I'm not all that rough." He clanked the handcuffs at his waist together. "Don't even have the key to these. Makes a lot of noise when I do laundry.
Merv was standing so that his back was to the window in Suzi's room. The tartan plaid drapes were partially open and the last rays of the January Thaw sun were streaming in. Suzi looked down at his crotch to catch her handiwork. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"What's the matter?"
She looked again. Yes. She could definitely see a cock and balls through the thin kerchief. "You'd better wear shorts, unless you want girls to make you offers."
Merv looked down, closed his legs. "I wouldn't know what to do if a girl made an offer."
"All you got to do is say yes or no. " She stepped close to him, watching the color rise from his neck up. She touched the red patch, fingers finding a nut and then his cockhead. He squirmed but didn't move. At least his body didn't move. Merv's dick began to grow though, pushing against the patch as it lengthened and firmed up.
Suzi squeezed his nuts and then stroked his cock. He closed his eyes after he took off his glasses and put them on the sewing machine table. "Feels good. Would you ... I mean ... do you?"
"Do you, that's the question. I wouldn't want to be accused of taking advantage of a guy."
"Anybody would want to make it with you, Suzi. You're smart and beautiful." Merv's cock spasmed. A dark spot formed where his cock head pressed against the patch.
Suzi kept her hand in place but took Merv's hand and guided it to her own crotch. His fingers were tentative at first as he stroked her mound. But as he gathered courage, he began long swaths up and down, trying to find the slit. Then he put his hand down her front, pushing her panties out of the way as he slid the back of his middle finger down her pussy.
She followed his lead, making contact with the wet nose of his dick where it poked into his nuts.
The undressed each other. Naked he looked like a perfectly ordinary young man. A little vulnerable. He seemed to be trembling with anticipation or inexperience. She inspected his cock. Nice. Streamlined. Not huge or anything. Just a nice sized cock.
She grabbed it around the middle and gave it a couple of underhand strokes.
His fingers were poking and probing her pussy. First at the top. Then in the middle. And finally he found the hole. "That goes up in there?"
Suzi came close, kissed his nose and said, "If you want it to."
"I do. Do I wet you up or something?"
"I can take care of that." She backed up just a little, spit into her hand, and twisted it around his cock a couple of times.
"Shit." He squeaked. "Oh, that feels so good. I could cream right now."
"Save it. We want it in there." She backed up, spread her cunt lips and showed him the interior. It was juicy and flushed with her blood. Her mound had swelled and she was ready for him.
"Let me get on the bed." She said and straightened the tartan before laying on it. She had managed to kick her jeans and panties away. With her toes, she slipped off her running shoes. Once on the bed, she spread he legs wide and held her hands out to him.
Her motorcycle lover said, "Take off your blouse.
I want to see your tits." Merv was doing a slow, two-fingered jerk on his rod. She watched the crown poke it's red head out of the skin and then retreat.
She stripped.
He jerked faster.
Once again she held her arms out to him.
"Come on, Merv. Try it."
He climbed on the bed, after untangling himself from his pants. He had nice legs. Furred with a light coating of hair. When he took of his jacket and shirt, that was furred too, but very heavily across the chest but nothing on the stomach. She kept watching his hand as he played with himself.
Then they were sprawled, he on top, pushing his body against hers, his dick making hot marks as it rolled from side to side.' He found the crack and pushed down. Her pussy kind of wrapped itself around him.
He kissed her tits as if they were leftover Christmas treats. He ate her nipples as if they were succulent strawberries, and cleaned her breasts with his tongue until they shone like sexy ornaments.
All the time he was making little thrusts of his body, sliding his juicy cock up and back against her pussy.
"Can I get in now?"
Suzi grinned and kissed his nose again. "Of course, silly. Here, let me help."
She slid up the bed a little and grabbed his cock around the middle. It was slick from his and her stuff. She pulled it down and then up, making contact with the center of her hole. With a kind of pincers movement of her legs, she wrapped herself around him then felt his cockhead begin to worm its way up into her.
"Shit," he said.
Suzi's "Shit," was mental. He'd barely gotten into her and he was squirting already. It seemed like a nice load to. Creamy and hot. She milked his dick with her muscles.
He began to cry. "See ... I knew I couldn't do it. " She kissed his nose again. "That happens. Doesn't make you less of a man, just makes me a pretty hot girl."
His dick remained hard, even though he'd shot. He began to move it back and forth inside her. Suzi kind of took over the fuck without letting him know it. She managed to arch her belly up when he drove into her and send a jolt through her pussy. About ten of those and she came off, squeezing his cock.
"Did you let go?"
"Yeah."
She could feel his chest swell so she said, "You were pretty good."
They tried to get his rocks off, without success. Finally he said, "I guess I'd better go. My mother'll be mad. And you've got your papers to do."
She glanced at the clock and practically flew out of the room. Her brother stuck his head out of his room and said, "Next time, don't make so much noise." She blushed.
As Suzi hurried down the stairs, struggling into her winter jacket, she heard the roar of Merv's cycle as he went the opposite way. That was a strange encounter, she thought.
The girls were gathered at the box waiting for her to open it. They took their papers and she took hers. What a day.
CHAPTER SIX
Trudging was difficult. She stopped in the China Import Shop and talked to Lee to warm up a little. He was just her age, but going to Amundson Junior College. He hadn't gotten a scholarship. Not that he was dumb or didn't study, he just hadn't been in the country as long as she had. His family were boat people, doing very well, but not quite integrated yet. "See ya, Lee. Got to deliver some more papers."
His round face lighted up, and the scraggly moustache parted as he smiled. "Sure, Suzi. We get some thousand year eggs tomorrow."
"I'm not Chinese neither are you."
"The customers don't know the difference. We all look alike."
She ruffled his short black hair playfully and closed the door behind her. She didn't need to zip up her jacket today. The Chicago sun was bright and melting the snow. She was glad she'd put on her overshoes. One more place to collect. Dino's Health Studio was never open, or at least didn't keep regular hours. She shielded her eyes with her hand as she peered into the studio. There were various exercise machines and a posing stand with lights. She supposed the patrons had their pictures taken with their newly developed muscles.
She saw a dark shadow so she tapped on the window with a CTA token. The shadow materialized at the door where she recognized the face and body of the owner. Even in "civilian" clothes he was massive. Maybe too massive for her tastes. "You must have to spend a lot of time keeping your body that trim."
Dino smiled, "Ah, little Miss Suzi. I must own you for a millennium." His teeth were almost sparkling. She expected to see little stars on them like you did on TV commercials.
"No, Dino. Just two months. And I have to pay it if you don't."
His smile disappeared and his wide brow frowned. "Ah, I have made it inconvenient for you. Come in, I was just about to take a picture of myself." Dino was wearing white duck trousers, a white knit polo shirt with short sleeves, to show off his biceps she sup-posed, and white sneakers ... high tops actually, with the pants tucked into the tops.
She followed him, curious to see what he was up to and why he had invited her in to see. He hesitated a moment, his ass cheeks clinching and unclinching, then he turned, went over to the door and pulled the shade down which said, CLOSED on it.
"That is better." He switched on some lights. A pale blue background flashed into existence. He looked through the lens of the camera and nodded. "I'm going to appear in a muscle magazine."
She'd seen a scads of those on the newsstands in the area and they went fast because lots of guys must have dreamed about having muscles, though not a lot of them did. Even Lee worked out, but he didn't look gross or anything.
Dino stepped up on the stand and opened his fly. Suzi gulped. What was he up to ... exposing himself to her right then and there. She wondered if exercising made a guy's cock bigger. It was a muscle. And guys exercised it all the time.
He was wearing a black posing strap underneath. It was stretched to the maximum, the black spandex glistened and had shaped itself to his basket.
He pulled the shirt over his head, revealing a broad chest with three dark patches of hair on it, five if you counted the underarm rugs. "Look through the camera Suzi, when I make a good pose, you press that thing hanging down there."
She giggled at that. She really was thinking about pressing "that thing" hanging down there, but didn't think that's what he meant.
He went through some poses. Then oiled up his body carefully. The whole body began to glisten and glow with each muscle perfectly defined. He did some more poses.
"Good, is there any more film left?"
Suzi looked at the top of the camera. "It's at 24."
"Good, we have 8 more to go, probably nine, a cheat on loading up to get an extra shot."
He posed with his thumbs in the thin strap of the suit. She took a couple of shots that way. Then he pushed the top down to show his pubic hair. He was really hairy everywhere. Then he exposed the thick cockroot. She took two shots of that. Finally he pushed his posing strap all the way down and stood there, hands on hips, basket pushed proudly forward.
Suzi used the zoom feature of the lens to get a close up of his soft dick. It looked dark but tame at the moment. Dino heard the movement. "Getting a close up of something," he grinned all two hundred teeth gleaming. She didn't get a shot of them, but watched his crotch through the viewfinder. His thick but short fingers came into the viewfinder and began to play with himself. He pulled on his soft cock a couple of times and it puffed a up a little. "Another hand does a better job."
Suzi nodded and stepped up onto the posing stand with him. He spread his legs wide and allowed her to play with his-prick. She could feel it wiggling and expanding at her every touch. She cupped his hairy balls with one hand and stroked him with the other. Dino's dick grew and grew until it was as hard as the handle on the tripod.
She stepped back and got a couple of shots of his cock.
"Is it shiny enough?" He bent down and picked up the oil, intending to coat his rod with that, but Suzi bounded up onto the stand, knelt in front of him, and began to lip the dark tip of his cock. He shuddered, closing his mouth all the way and clinching his ass. This made his dick swell in her mouth and grow harder than ever.
"Get a picture of that, and then come back. You can pose with me, the cable release is long enough."
She got the shot, but had to wait until his meat settled down. He was posing with his palms on his ass cheeks, his hips shoved forward so that his dick was completely displayed. She clicked off two shots and then tilted the camera down so that it could pick up someone, or a couple, lying on the posing platform.
As she hopped up on the stand, she shrugged off her coat and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Dino watched, his hand doing a slow jerk on his dick. Suzi slipped out of her blouse and then her bra. Her tits were small enough that they didn't have to sag. The nipples were pointed straight out and hard just from thinking about what she ... they ... were going to do.
"Let me," Dino said as she fumbled with the top button of her jeans. She was glad she'd worn her frilliest panties that late afternoon. She could see the pinkish glow of the street lights on the shade over the window and wondered if people wondered what was going on.
Dino's fingers trembled. They were big and clumsy now, trembling with desire to see her pussy. Suzi smiled and thought, Boy, guys really get all shaky just for the sight of a cunt. Dino's practically creaming. She looked at his cock, it was all wet and seemed to be keeping time to his heartbeat. There were beads of sweat on his stomach where they had popped out under the oil.
When he had her panties exposed, he took a deep breath, as if he had been dreaming of Eurasian cunt for a long time, which in fact he had. He liked women, but they found him too big and gruff. He tried to be gentle, but his fingers were like unattached sausages. He fumbled in the waistband and finally managed to pushed the panties down.
Dino took a deep breath. She smelled so good down there. He knelt for a better look. Her hair was as dark as his, but finer somehow. He touched a sausage finger to the soft folds of her cunt lips. The tip sunk into the opening. He felt up to the top. She had a big clit. He twisted his fingers around it a couple of times, barely pressing them together. Suzi closed her eyes. She heard a click. They were standing it was going to be a bad shot. She lay down and Dino climbed on top of her, panting an sweating as if he'd been working out for two hours solid.
His fingers moved along her body, up her stomach. Suzi's tits were beckoning, poked up with the tips all red and tasty looking. Dino leaned in and sucked one nipple between his lips, his tongue coating the nub with spit and his teeth barely scraping.
Suzi felt her hips come off the floor. Her mound brushed something soft and silky, but covered with hair. Not his cock, that was standing straight up against his belly. His balls probably. She arched up more, the pouch spread out. She could feel the nuts against her belly. Then he settled down, his ass cheeks pressing her body against the stand.
His ball sac spread out even more until his nuts were like two fried eggs on her stomach. He leaned up and kissed her lips. She allowed his tongue into her mouth and began to moan in the back of her throat. Dino flattened out, his muscular chest pushing its hairs against her nipples and flattening her breasts. She could feel the nose of his hardon pressing her belly button. He adjusted and his dick head touched the top of the slot.
Dino reached between them and pulled his cock down, parting the lips, riding over her clit and finally finding the hole. He wiggled his ass and adjusted again. His cockhead went into her body, then his solid shaft. Their hairs got tangled together.
The muscle man was breathing hard by now. The feelings of her pussy grabbing his cock and holding him in position were doing a number on his brain. He flexed his arms and hugged the small woman to him. There, his chest hair embossed its pattern on her breasts. She sighed and did a power thrust upward, since he had almost pulled out.
His cock shot back up into her. She sighed again and began to lever her body as he moved his. Her legs came up around his muscular back as they fucked together. She heard several clicks and knew that he was making pictures of them fucking. She wondered what his cock looked like as it drove into her. Her eyes fluttered open and she craned her neck down. The light was just right so she could see the bright but dusky rod as it plowed into her.
The light caught reflections off his hard cock as it went in and out. Once he slipped and she could see the cockhead. It was as dark as Chianti wine by then. He found the hole and went back to work ... actually pleasure.
His chest squashed hers. Then he got on his knees and began to power stroke into her in rapid, almost jerky motions. She could feel his dick swelling inside her so she used her cunt muscles to tighten and loosen.
That did it for Dino because he yelped as his dick began to spurt. She milked and squeezed and heard two more clicks and then nothing.
They lay there for a long time while his dick softened. Finally he plopped out, stood, grabbed the towel dried himself off. Then he threw it to her. "I got a place to develop these. You want to sign a release. We could make some money."
"I don't think so, Dino. I'd rather not end up on the cover of Computer User with a headline: Well known programmer in compromising position."
"I'll get your money."
scene.
* * *
Suzi watched Ethan read the contract. This was her fifth carrier. Lee, from the China Import Shop had been her first. She trusted him completely. Then there had been three girls and now Ethan. He looked so young, but his application said eighteen. He was just out of high school, a January graduate, and was waiting a semester before he tried to get into college. He nodded. "This looks like a contract that guy who wrote Thriving on Chaos would have drawn up. Everything aimed at the customer."
"Well, that's why they print the papers and you deliver them."
Ethan was wearing grey fisher striped coveralls. The heavy twill was new and didn't quite conform to his body yet. Suzi had found herself staring at the zipper. Did it really unzip both ways. Ethan played with the upper tab as he read the rest of the con-tract. "OK. Give me a pen. I think I'll enjoy working with you. And I do get 50% of the extra charge if I bring in a new customer."
"Exactly. And you can't start your own business in competition with me for a year after you leave."
"Do you think that'll stand up in court?"
"Brock thinks so."
"Yeah. He recommended you to me. Seems to think a lot about your abilities. I was there about signing a contract for a car and he gave me advice." Ethan yanked the zipper down a few inches. Suzi could see that the young man had on a kind of dark blue muscle shirt underneath, wide weave to show off his chest. It was mostly hairless from what she could see.
He stood up, bent over, signed the sheet, dated it and handed it to her. She signed and they shook hands. He held her hand for longer than necessary. "OK, boss. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it without demure."
"And sue me for sexual harassment. I know your kind of guy."
He smiled. His smooth face as pink as a baby's butt. "Naw. I wouldn't do a think like that. Not to a sexy lady like you. I notice you staring at my coveralls." He grabbed the two zipper tabs and pulled them to the middle. His muscle shirt became almost completely visible, but more important and exciting for Suzi, his shorts popped through the long opening. They were as blue as the shorts, and even better packed. He pulled the lower half of the zipper down and then the upper half until it was at his navel. "You like my chest? I work out."
He puffed up like a bullfrog read to croak, and stroked his chest.
Suzi stepped around the desk and touched his chest, poking through the open weave at his nipple.
"Nice."
"And?"
She kissed his nipple then his chin. "Just nice, that's all."
"I got something nicer. " Ethan puffed up his chest and reached for the lower zipper tab.
"I bet." She kissed his cheek this time, the fuzz tickling her lips. Then she reached his mouth, he opened for her, his grey eyes wide with excitement. He may have looked like a boy, but he kissed like a man, long and deep. His hands were on her arms, holding them tight against her body. Then he was pressing him-self against her ... hard. She could feel crotch action.
He fumbled between them, finding her zipper before she could find his. His hand was into her crotch in a flash, while his other hand pressed her head against his face. He kissed up a raging storm in her cunt. She was breathless when they broke apart. His finger was already fucking in and out of her cunt.
"So ... try the zipper."
She did, zipping him up so his chest disappeared but the waistband of his shorts was available. She pulled down and forward, peering into the musky darkness. WW, he has a big one, and it isn't even hard yet. She lifted the semi-soft tube out of the pouch and snapped the shorts under his nuts. He had a lot of balls.
"It likes to get sucked. Then it grows harder. Not longer, just harder. " There was pride in Ethan's voice as if he knew he was particularly well favored. At least in Suzi's experience he was. She lifted the tube, watching the collar of skin around the head as it retracted a little. There was a thick vein that ran like a pipe from his patch to about two thirds of the way up the stalk. She traced that. Ethan just stood there, eyes half closed, a look of utter contentment on his youthful face. She wet her fingers and retraced the vein again.
She's got a nice hand ... Ethan thought, I wonder if her mouth is a good. And if I can get hard enough to fuck her. He had some problems in that department. She had grabbed his dick around the middle by then. He looked to where she bent over his crotch. She was wetting her finger in her mouth. He locked his knees and waited.
At first it was just the merest touch to his foreskin. Then the wet finger circled under, the hard nail dragging along his sensitive cockhead. When she reached his buzz point, she turned her finger over and polished the spot. That was what he needed. Ethan's cock expanded as the blood pumped in. He felt a little weak in the knees, but maintained his cool.
He lost his cool completely as her lips closed around his skin. "Shit ... that's so good."
Suzi nodded; it was good for her too. A man's thing in her mouth always tasted good. Ethan tasted of Irish Mist soap and athletic sweat. She sucked the foreskin forward over the cockhead until it was almost covered. Then she used her lips as a plow to push it back again. The head, all sticky and runny dribbled on her tongue. She pushed the skin all the way back and then slithered down his rod until he was shivering with the heat.
Then the slurped off, played with his nuts while she picked a stray hair out of her mouth. She lifted the cock, which was doing pretty well lifting itself, and found the knobby skin of his ball sac. She managed to swallow one nut, while the boy's cock pressed against her forehead. Then she got the other. It was a struggle but she managed both.
Ethan thought his scalp would crawl off or his tits explode along with his balls. He knew he was harder than he had ever been. He bet he could fuck her now and now loose it.
Suzi stood. She brushed her belly against his cock, writing initials on her skin like the lady did with her nails for Vaseline Intensive Care. Ethan's lotion promised to be a lot more soothing. He stepped closer. She bent the still flexible tube to her pussy and collared it against the opening, like a connecting hose on a rocket. Only this rocket was hot and not cold.
Ethan moved his hips and grunted. His skin was all the way back and his cockhead rubbing against her soft cunt lips. Then he found the opening. He moved forward a little more. His dick slithered through her wet hand and up into the opening. He closed his eyes and jammed forward.
His dick rose up harder than ever before and slipped deep into her hot tunnel. He'd never felt any-thing to incredibly hot before. The skin inside was silky like his cockskin when it was pulled all the way back. The silks rustled together as they found a way of moving so that his cock could approach and back off. Suzi still held her hand on his rod. He could feel it moving inside two things, a wet hand and an ever wetter cunt. He dipped and slipped into her again and again.
They slapped together, making wet, sexy sounds. He was getting really hard now. Suzi withdrew her hand and let him plow all the way up into her.
Ethan shivered, even though only his crotch was actually bare. The sensations traveled from the red hot point of his dick, hotter than a reentry vehicle coming back into the atmosphere. His successful flight wasn't over yet.
Somehow they got out of sync. Damn, he was going to loose the feeling. He pulled out, grabbed his cunt sopped dick around the middle and began to jerk him-self off. Suzi didn't understand his action. Ethan said through gritted teeth, "I was gonna loose it. Gonna finish myself off."
"Let me." Suzi wailed as she watched his hand become a blur of motion. His stomach muscles contracted and became tense. His face practically shook. She knew that feeling from her own finger. Sometimes you just wanted to but couldn't. She wanted to help him out if she could.
She knelt in front of him, aware of the strong spit and musk odor. She watched his balls bounce up and down in a regular rhythm. She tried to get her mouth around his dick.
He looked down at her as she were a million miles away. His hand adjusted further down on the stalk. Her tongue came out and hit his soft point. Again his body began to tremble. He could feel his load building. Then her mouth was around his cockhead, tongue going in great swaths back and forth and around and around. He swayed on his feet. His nuts slapped in an almost hypnotic rhythm against his inner thigh. He pulled.
His other hand strayed to his nuts. He twisted them in their sac. Then he looked down again. Suzi was fingering her cunt. He'd been so close to coming off. He just had to do it.
Suzi's mouth grew numb with the poking of his cockhead between her lips. Then she felt his legs stiffen against her fingers. She stood up suddenly, parted her cunt lips and guided him into her again. She snapped the lips around his dick as he power thrust it into her.
Yeah. This was better, he thought. Better than better, good enough. He bit his tongue and shoved deep until his balls almost crawled up into the hole too. But they were too big. Instead they tightened against the underside of his dick and he began to cum.
His hearing went out. His sense of smell went out too. Only the fire in the tip of his cock burned with an intensity of seven suns.
Finally ... relief. His nuts jumped up and then back again as he began to shoot. His hose expanded, the tip opened, and hot juice spurted up into Suzi. She felt a tingling but didn't quite make it. When he was through, she used his dick as a kind of big finger to poke her clit. The juices coated the little cock and finally she got her gun. Ethan was soft by then and somewhat puzzled.
"What did you do that for?"
"I needed to get off."
Ethan said, "Oh," as if he understood, but he didn't. Suzi patted his ass once they got the blues all straight and the zippers at the ends of their tracks.
"Looking forward to working with you, Ethan. Remember then ten dollar suggestion award."
"I got something else to remember." He groped him-self and smiled.
Suzi knew she could like him, but she was looking for something else.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By May and summer vacation, Suzi's business had grown to several thousand papers; she was having difficulty finding trustworthy carriers. They all wanted the money, but not a lot of them wanted to work. Lee's brothers and sisters joined the throng and they were reliable because they knew their lives depended on it. But the average ... she slapped herself mentally. Maybe she wasn't training them properly.
She used the store room in the back of the China Import Shop as her headquarters, in fact paid Lee and his father Ho rent. She decided that no matter who came through the door, she was going to hire him or her and try to train them to do the job right. That was the best strategy.
"Hi," a light voice said as he came past the boxes of imported foodstuffs, "I'm Giovanni Marelli." He held out a hand.
Suzi felt her heart skip a beat. Since she'd broken up with George, and closed her mouth and legs to numerous offers, she knew she was missing something. Sex. Giovanni was so cute she practically creamed in her panties. "You eighteen?"
"Why, can't a younger guy learn how to work?"
"No, I didn't mean that. What is your age."
He settled the eighteen question with his driver's license. "I got this car, see. And it's eating me alive." Suzi gulped, a similar thought had entered her mind.
"I'm just graduated from high school; I want to have one last summer of fun before I settle down." He had a boyish enthusiasm about him that appealed to Suzi ... to say nothing of his dark curly hair and sexy eyes. He tended to look out from under his eyelids as if he were in bed waiting for his girlfriend to jump in with him so they could have some fun. She supposed it was the little half-knowing grin. The guy was gorgeous and knew it.
He was wearing cutoffs, though it was still a little cool in the evenings for that. She was about to sign him up when Lee stuck his cheerful face past the drape and said, "I've got to make a delivery to old Mrs. Chin. Can you watch the store? It's pretty quiet now. Rush is over. Listen for the bell. She'll probably want to feed me something. She thinks I'm too skinny." Lee grinned and ducked out.
"Your boyfriend?"
Suzi was startled by the question. She thought of Lee as a trusted employee. As a wonderful guy. But a boyfriend? "Nope, I'm between boyfriends right now."
Giovanni grinned and said, "I bet they liked being between you."
She was about ready to tell him it was no go, but kept to her resolve.
"That would be the wrong way to talk to a customer, unless you knew them very well and they had said things like that. Look, a paper is just ... well, paper. We offer a service that gives the customers what they want when they want it. If you can't do that, you'll never make it in this or any other business."
Giovanni grew quiet. He scratched his nuts as if he were thinking carefully. "Yeah, I can see that. When I take my car to be fixed at the goddammed repair shop, I want it done, done right, and on time."
"You should change places if the service you get doesn't please you. And tell them why. Not just the service manager, but on up the line."
Suzi watched her new employee's hand stroke the soft mound in his crotch. He'd apparently done that a lot, because the denim above his prickhead was frayed almost all the way through.
"Yeah, I can do that."
"OK, Giovanni...."
"Joe's good enough. I'm proud to be Italian, but we don't have to carry it too far."
He read the contract carefully, nodding. Joe asked a couple of intelligent questions. Suzi felt she'd made a wise choice.
"Now, if you're going to live it up this summer, you'll probably want a morning route, because you've got to be back a 3:30 to deliver the afternoon stuff."
"Yeah, no use tempting you to fire me for not doing my job."
Suzi thought to herself, That's not the only thing I'm tempted to do.
Joe looked at the Eurasian girl, liked what he saw. His girlfriend had dumped on him right after graduation and he'd been reduced to his hand. His mother wanted him to marry a nice Italian girl, but he felt he should have more freedom of choice. Still, looking at Suzi had made his dick swell a little. He felt uncomfortable. Showing your stuff off in tight pants always was a ball buster, and he had a lot of balls to bust. He squirmed in his chair, then bent forward to sign the contract.
Suzi heard the bell and went to the curtain. Sometimes druggies came in to rob them. She looked through the curtain. Seemed OK. She sold some cellophane noodles to the yuppie looking man and went back into the storage area.
She was just pulling the curtain back when she heard Joe gasp. She looked, he had his hand down his front adjusting his dick. He'd apparently been thinking something pretty dirty because she caught a glimpse of dark cock skin before he had things rearranged.
She pulled her chair around the edge of the table she used for a desk, sat so that her knee touched his. He had used the contract as a kind of shield for his hardon. "Anything you don't understand," she said, poking a finger at the-page. She felt something hard under the paper.
Joe gulped. "Nothing in particular."
"OK, let me separate the copies." She reached in such a way that her hand was under the pages, her knuckles brushing his dick. He seemed to blush, his olive skin turning dusky rose.
"Oh, what do we have here?" Suzi turned her hand over and squeezed the tube.
God, Joe thought, she's coming on to me. I'm going to cream my shorts if she moves her hand.
She moved her hand, but he didn't cream his shorts. His dick did spit out some clear fluid. Suzi stroked his cock, feeling like some kind of red light district girl. But a prick in her hand felt so good after so long. It would feel better up her pussy.
"Look, boss. I'm ... I mean I don't ... "Joe was unable to say what he wanted to say. Her hand felt so good there. And when she dug for his zipper, he lost all doubts. A hard cock has a way of doing that. She was pretty and sexy. Why not?
Suzi said, "No obligation to continue if this makes you nervous." She was digging into his shorts already, her fingers scrabbling at his cock, trying to find his nuts. Joe gulped.
Suzi felt the cock again. It seemed to curve backward. She was always amazed at the variety of meat guys had to offer. This dick was sticky at the time ... thin but long. Joe's pubes were kind of sparse, but the cock was real manly.
"Can I see it?"
"Sure." Joe laid the signed contract on the table, and leaned back against the chair, his hands interlaced behind his head.
Suzi began to paw at his crotch anxious to see what he had down there. He lifted his hips as she stripped his cutoffs and shorts away. She gasped. It was absolutely beautiful: the head was ruby red in color and the whole thing was shaped like the prow of an old fashioned sailing ship. She stroked it with both hands from tip to nuts. They looked like one giant ball until she squeezed the sac ... then she could feel the separate sex eggs. Thousand day old eggs had nothing on balls.
Joe lifted his shirt, exposing a hairless chest with good development. Suzi ran her hands over his chest while she leaned down to take a good look at his rod.
Joe sighed as she licked the end of his cock. He felt he was about ready to spurt if she kept up her tongue lapping. Fortunately, she moved down to his nuts and got them all wet.
"Let's see what you've got, Suzi."
They both hurried to strip the rest of the way, leaving their clothes ready to put on if the bell should tingle over the shop door. Suzi wanted to tingle and get off first.
They stepped together. His cock brushed her belly with is rear curve. His head kissed her stomach, leaving a cock print there. They ground together, his dick moving up and down against her. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed. Joe began to nibble his way across her shoulder, and then down to her tits which had become as red as the pomegranates in the produce section of the store. He had her nipples as hard as glass in a few licks.
They ground together some more, his cock slithering around on her belly. She reached between and felt the curve, wondering how it would feel going up into her.
"You want to fuck," Joe asked.
"Guess."
"Don't guess, know." He stepped a few feet away so she could see his whole body. Beautiful. Handsome. Strong. Masculine. All these words swirled in Suzi's mind. She watched him jerk his cock and felt a sudden urge to do the same. She stepped toward the Italian boy, grabbed the hot meat from his surprise hand and began to pound on it.
Joe was so flabbergasted that he couldn't tell her how close he was until he grunted, "Cuming."
She flashed her free hand over to the tissue box on the table and managed to cover his expanding cockhead just in time to avoid leaving a mess on the contract.
They heard the bell ring. She grabbed his hand and made him hold the tissue. He continued the final strokes that would empty him out as she dressed.
She was out into the store and knew she was in trouble instantly. A white guy in a motorcycle jacket was standing at the counter, looking at the imported cigarettes. "Hi, Cutie. Got something for me."
Where was Joe? He must have had trouble getting his pants back on; or he was waiting for his dick to slow down. Where were Chicago's finest when you needed them?
She tried to keep the guy off of the topic on both their minds. Finally he said, reaching across the counter and shoving his hand into his jacket pocket. "I got a gun. You'd better give me what I want." Suzi shrugged. She tapped out the code and the drawer opened. People were going by outside not know that she was being menaced. Where the hell was Joe? He should be striding into the rescue.
She and the thief both heard the bell ring. Two cops strode forward and grabbed the burly cyclist by the arms. "Well, Frankie, trying to earn a little money for your habit."
"I wasn't doing nothing, officer."
"Check him for a gun." That was Joe behind the cops.
They checked and dragged Frankie off to the station. "You'll have to come down to sign a formal complaint."
"As soon as Lee gets back."
Joe explained, "I decided not to be a dead hero. I dialed 911 and went out to meet the cops."
scene.
* * *
Suzi and Lee were sitting hunched over her computer in the back of The China Import Shop going over the figures for the summer.
"Looks good," Lee said.
"To me to." She was looking at Lee at the moment. His cheerful round face beamed. He was dressed in a light short sleeved shirt in shades of pale blue. The design was abstract with lines and circles. His deep brown eyes were sparkling too. His family was doing well working for Suzi. He was doing well as her second in command. With new school year at Amundson was about to begin, all was right with the world except ... he glanced over at Suzi. What a wonderful girl ... woman actually. He felt that he dirtied her somehow by the way he was thinking. He shook the nasty thoughts loose, ruffling his coal black hair. Again he smiled.
Suzi heard his sigh and patted his bare leg just above the knee. He was wearing cutoffs which were a little too tight for him. Though small compared to American men, only five-six, he was a perfect example of manhood.
Suzi touched the keys again and the Gant chart appeared with projections of what they should be doing and when. "Looks good."
"With me and my family and the others you should be able to keep growing. Joe has worked out very well. I'm glad he saved you that time. I wish I had."
Suzi rubbed Lee's knee absent mindedly as she stared at the screen.
Lee wanted to tell her to stop doing that ... it was getting him excited. And he'd been excited enough over enough long nights to last a lifetime. But still she touched him close to his crotch.
"Lee ... I think...." her hand slipped up into his crotch again without intent. Just slipped. She touched the tip of his curled up dick. Her eyes met his and then she knew. Not only was her friend a virgin hut he was in love with her. The puppy dog look was a sure sign. She let her hand rest in his lap.
She began again, "Lee, I think you're a pretty terrific guy. Really, I do. I haven't paid as much attention to you as I should have because you were always here and helpful." She moved her hand until she could cup it over his dick. Not big. Not small. Just a cock. But more than a cock, Lee's.
"I don't think you should be ... touching me there, Suzi. After all, I'm a man and have feelings.
. needs."
"I know you're a man." She squeezed his cock, feeling the blood begin to pump into it. She liked what she felt. It was comfortable.
"And.
"I like you a lot Lee. In a lot of ways. And I've just realized that I like you in this way too." She squeezed his growing rod again and it jumped at her touch.
They leaned close, foreheads brushing. She tickled his sparse moustache with her tongue. His lips parted even more. The spaces between his teeth were dark, but the teeth themselves sparkling. She touched the point of her tongue between his two front teeth then felt his tongue creep out to brush against hers.
Suzi's hands came up; she pushed her face against his and his head against hers. They kissed. A long, quite kiss of recognition. Lee squirmed as she continued to kiss and play with him. He'd never been this hard before. Never wanted anybody so much in his life. Maybe she'd laugh at him. No, not Suzi. She was a real person.
Suzi asked, "Have you ever done anything before ... with a girl, I mean."
She held his face between the palms of her hands and watched his eyes grow confused and then determined. "No, never."
"Would if bother you to know that I've had some experience?"
Again his eyes clouded. "I don't know. It would depend on who it was with and, well ... a lot of things."
"Let's talk about us." Suzi wanted to do more than talk ... her fingers were on his zipper now, tugging gently down on it. Lee in an almost reflex action, spread his legs and stared into her eyes, not daring to look down to those breasts which had tempted him for so long. Into that lap whose soft swelling had driven him nearly crazy with desire. He remembered countless nights when he jerked himself off thinking about what they could do together.
Now they were doing it.
Suzi was actually unzipping him. His chest swelled with pride while his dick swelled with lust. She reached into the narrow opening of the cutoffs and squeezed his prick. They were still staring at each other.
"Lee, let me teach you."
Lee shook his head, OK, and spread his legs wider. She reached into the fly and then up to his stomach, seeking the elastic of his shorts. Then she was down his stomach, sending showers of delight up his spine. When she found his cock and managed to uncurl it before it poked a hole in the plastic chair, Lee squeezed his eyes tightly shut. She had him lift his hips and pushed his shorts and cutoffs down to his ankles. He kept his eyes closed while she jerked him in very short strokes, kissed his ear and said, "Let me know when you get close."
He nodded, feeling her tongue in his ear. She began to stroke the back of his neck, the most sensitive part of his body when it came to sex. Even her hand on his dick didn't have the same effect. She scratched his nuts as their faces moved back and forth over each other.
He felt her undoing her shorts. His whole body tensed. What if she should touch his chest right where his nipples were? He was almost as sensitive there as he was on the back of the neck. His armpits began to weep.
Her fingers were very light as she circled his nipples. He thanked the gods that she had let go of the back of his neck. She was doing something. He could feel her body moving, yet didn't dare look to see what she was doing.
Then something soft and warm with little points pressed into his chest. Lee's balls nearly leapt out of their sac. She was pressing her tits against his body.
He felt Suzi's hands under his arms so he stood up. Then more jiggling as Suzi did something else. She let go of his cock to do whatever it was. Then he felt fluffy hair against his cock which jerked and a steady steam of stuff. Suzi found his cockhead with her fingers and squeezed it between thumb and forefinger. She twisted.
Her breath in his ear was maddening. Then she said, "Feel good."
"Yessss," he hissed, feeling his whole body turning inside out.
Suzi felt ashamed of herself in a way. All this experience ... she should have had it with Lee from the beginning. But she was looking for the wrong things. Now that she had his body against hers, she was absolutely certain. What should she teach him. How could she thrill him.
She kissed her fingertips and pressed them against his lips. Lee stuck out his tongue and licked her fingers individually and in groups. When they were wet, Suzi wrapped them around his grey-brown dick and slicked it up.
Lee was moaning, his head turning from side to side, stimulating the back of his neck. His whole body trembled. His cock practically flowed with her spit and his own lubrication. She twisted and turned her hand until he had to grab it to prevent himself from shooting all over the place. When he was in bed, he had some tissues which caught his stuff; but that was messy at best. He didn't want to make a mess here and now.
Suzi understood that he was close, she held her hand firmly, but without moving it, around his rod. Her free hand crept to his nuts which were swinging between his legs in a long, wrinkled sac.
She squeezed them and the cockstem at the same time until she felt him flutter again, then the stopped. They pressed against each other. Lee used his middle finger to trace designs on her belly. Up and back ... around and around. He was afraid to touch her down there because he didn't know how she would react. Finally he got up the courage and found the wet lips of her pussy. Under the top he touched a nub, bigger than a tit ... smaller than a cock. He twisted it lightly between his fingers, until Suzi touched his hand with hers. That's when he knew her sensitive spot.
His fingers investigated the slot, found the hole at the bottom and crooked up into it. All the time, Suzi was jerking on his rod and kissing his face and neck.
"Let me suck you," she whispered.
Lee nodded against her face and felt it kiss its way down his body. She paused briefly at his nipples, then licked down his stomach coming closer and closer to his cock, which was cooling as the hand spit evaporated. Then her tongue was on his nuts. He hadn't expected that. He'd steeled himself for her to touch his dick. She munched lightly on his balls, pulling her teeth against the ball hairs until Lee was trembling again. Then she licked up to his tip, closing over the head, tongue swirling.
Lee sighed, spread his legs wider, and began to play with her tits as she sucked him off. This was very good. Better than his hand. Better than her hand. What would her mysterious cunt feel like clamped around his dick? Different from his hand and hers. She was sucking him in long strokes now. Lee's balls told him that he probably wouldn't find out about a pussy just yet. His nuts were jumping up and down ... not just from her mouth pulling on the outer skin of his dick, but from an inner need.
Lee said, "Ohhh ... I can't ... hold off any longer."
Suzi knew that by the feel of his dick. Harder than Boc Choy. Tastier than mandarin oranges. She pulled her cheeks tight around his prick and lapped under the soft spot.
Lee grunted. Then his thick cream began to spurt out the end of his dick. Spurt out in great clumps and strings. Suzi sucked it all down, twisting her lips around his cock at the same time.
Lee slumped forward, his hands still on Suzi's tits, his cock drained.
"Don't do anything more," he warned, afraid he would be like a salamander and shed his skin right then and there.
Suzi came off his prick and pressed her body against his. She said, "Can you do it twice?"
"I don't know. I've never tried."
"Well, let's try."
She kissed his nose and played with the back of his neck until his was hard again, then Lee found out what it was like to be in charge of his cock and shove it into his beautiful Suzi.