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Subject: {ASSM} Susan - Ch. 2
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Dear ASSTR-

   Below please find Chapter II of my Novel SUSAN to be added to the first
chapter.

   Thanks,

   Geoff
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   Below is Chapter II of my novel SUSAN.  The story contains graphic
depiction of masturbation by a twelve year old girl and a thirteen year old
boy.  If such depiction offends you stop reading now.  I hold the copyright
on SUSAN but permission is freely given to re-publish to work if it is
asked for.  Do not re-publish any part of SUSAN without my permission.  (mf
masturbation, voyeurism)



   II



   Susan didn't manage to get away from the house in the morning.  Her
mother put her to work weeding the flower garden, but after lunch she asked
if she could wait to finish the weeding.  "And what will you do this
afternoon?" her mother asked.  "Watch television and complain about having
nothing to do?"

   "No Ma'am.  I'm going to explore the woods some more."

   Her mother smiled at that.  "They are cool and beautiful aren't they?"

   "Yes. . . .  Mom who owns them?

   Her mother shrugged.  "They probably belong to the Beechum family that
owns this farm.  They own a lot of land around here.  Why?"

   "Just wondered.  The woods seem like they are tended, almost like a
park."

   "Maybe there's a witch that tends the woods to make it easy for little
girls to move around so that they can catch them and cook 'em."

   "Mom. . ." Susan said, making a face and dragging the word out.  But she
shivered all the same as she started out the back door.

   "Don't let the witch o' the woods catch you," her mother said.

   "I won't," she shouted as the screen door banged.



   Susan thought she remembered the way back to the fountain glade, but
soon discovered that her memory was not as good as she had thought.  She
found herself wandering around and for a few moments she felt a panicky
bubbling in her stomach because she thought she was lost.  She stopped and
leaned against a tree, trying to figure out which way was home.  That was
when the gentle breeze brought the tinkling sound of the fountain to her.
Just the sound of it caused a warm tingly feeling to begin growing in her
middle, just underneath the elastic of her panties.  She went toward the
sound.

   After a few steps she could see the fountain glade through the trees. 
She had gotten turned around in the woods and was coming to the glade from
a different direction.  She could see the front of the squatting cherub
today.  She could also see that the glade wasn't empty.  Standing before
the fountain, face upturned was a boy about her own age.

   Susan stopped, then moved back behind a tree so as not to be seen.  She
did not want to be caught in the glade by anyone, but especially not by a
strange boy.

   The boy had his back toward Susan and so did not know she was behind
him. Besides, his concentration as he looked at the peeing little girl
cherub was so fierce that Susan though she could probably walk right up to
him without his even noticing.

   From her position Susan examined the boy.  He was tall enough so that
his head was just about level with the top of the cherub's head.  He had
brown hair and was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt.  His legs were long
and tan and he stood with them slightly apart which made his shorts pull
tight over his back side.  Susan had noticed boys back sides before and
knew that she liked to look at them, but she had never had an opportunity
like this to really examine one.  Looking now made the tingle beneath her
panties' elastic grow warmer.  After a few moments she came out from behind
the tree and quietly sneaked closer.  She hid behind another tree.  She was
close enough to see the hair on his legs now.  I wish I could see his face
she thought, but was happy enough to look at his back.  His arms were thin,
but showed the twist and bulge of strong muscles.  His hands were held in
front of him out of her sight and she wondered if he was squeezing himself
as she had squeezed herself when she first stood before the fountain.  His
shorts hugged his muscular bottom.  Susan could see the muscles flex a
little through the taut cloth.  The movement made her wonder even more if
he was tickling himself as he looked at the fountain.

   I wonder if he has ever seen a girl peeing before, she thought, and that
thought brought another one forward.  I'd like to see him peeing.

   Almost as if the thought was a wish granted the boy turned and looked
around to see if he was still alone.  Susan ducked back, watching him now
with only one eye.  When he turned his face back to the fountain she moved
up again, knowing what was going to happen as surely as if someone had told
her.

   Sure enough the boy fiddled with the front of his pants and Susan was
sure he had taken his cock out.  Suddenly she wanted more than anything in
the world to see that cock.  But she did not want the boy to see her.  She
looked around and found a bush to her right that would let her see the boy
from the side.  She sneaked back deeper into the woods then came up behind
the bush and lay down so that she could see beneath it.  Her view was
perfect.

   The boy had his cock in his hand, and it looked huge.  It extended out
longer than the hand that held it was wide.  It looked slightly curved and
the head of it looked like a big red door knob.  Susan could not believe
that anything so huge could ever go into her, but that was what her girl
friends at school said was supposed to happen.  That long thick pillar of
flesh was supposed to go into her pussy some how.  She did not think it was
possible, but the thought of trying to get it in made her already tingling
pussy feel warmer.  Warmer and wetter.

   I wish he would take his hand away so I could see better, she thought,
and again the wish flew from her to him for he let go of himself, then
unbuttoned the top of his pants, dropped them and kicked them away.  His
cock stuck out of a hole of some sort in the white jockey underwear
beneath, and it bobbed up and down when he kicked his shorts away.  He
skinned out of his underwear the next instant which made the straining
flesh of his erection bob more violently.  The motion of it made Susan
unconsciously hump her pelvis against the ground.  The flexing of his
muscular buttocks and the muscles of his legs made her breath shorter.  The
insides of her thighs could feel the hardness of them, as though her legs
were wrapped around his waist.  She could feel his heavy balls thumping
against the cheeks of her bottom as he drove his huge thing into her.  The
boy brought his hand up to his cock and slowly stroked his circled fingers
down the length of it from the head to the curly black hair around the base
of it.  Though it seemed impossible, it seemed to grow even bigger.

   Susan put her right hand underneath her and slid it beneath the waist
band of her shorts and into her panties.  She widened the spread of her
legs and slipped her finger between the lips of her pussy.  Her clit was
already hard and sticking out of the hood of flesh that covered it and it
was slippery.  She flicked it back and forth feeling the electricity such
tickles always sent through her.

   The boy stroked himself several times and Susan could see the tension
building in his muscles.  They quivered as she had seen horses muscles
quiver.  He stood with his legs apart and used his right hand to stroke
himself.  With his left index finger he drew little circles around his
testicles.  After a moment he stopped stroking himself though and Susan
almost cried out for him to continue.  She was close to climax and, though
she did not understand why, she knew that her orgasm would be greater if
the boy continued.

   Instead of stroking the boy now seemed to be squeezing himself with his
right hand.  He was looking down at himself with a half smile on his lips.
After a moment he brought his left index finger up and touched it to the
blunt round head of his cock.  When he pulled the finger away the sun
glinted off a silvery thread, as thin and shining as spider silk, and as
Susan watched and continued to roll her clit round and round with her
finger, the boy lifted his finger with the shiny spider silk on it to his
lips and licked the shining drop with the tip of his tongue.

   Susan's breath drew in sharply and she came with a shudder which rattled
her bones.  The boy might have heard her gasp if he had not been so
concentrated upon what he was doing, but he had returned to stroking
himself gently.

   Susan began tickling her clit again.  The thought of how that spider
silk might taste excited her terribly.  She wanted to come out of her
hiding place, drop to her knees before the boy and lick the red knob of his
cock, but she was afraid.

   After a few more strokes the boy moved up closer to the fountain.  He
put his face up and between the little girl cherub's legs and let her pee
drip from her marble fingers into his mouth.  The water filled his mouth
and ran down his chin to wet the front of his tee shirt.

   A mental picture of herself squatting in the same position as the statue
flickered through Susan's mind and then the face of the boy appeared
between her legs, letting her golden pee splatter into his mouth; fill it
to over flowing; run down his chin onto his tee shirt front.

   The rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her middle paralyzed Susan as
another orgasm shook her.  But her desire was not gone.  More than ever she
wanted to run to the boy and have him jam his huge cock into her, but still
she did not move, only continued to watch.

   The boy had stepped back and was now stroking himself harder; not like
before with a circle of thumb and fingers, but holding his cock with thumb
on top and first two fingers beneath and slightly behind the head.  He held
some pressure on his cock and so moved the skin forward and back.

   Susan again began flicking her clit back and forth with her finger.

   The boys cock seemed to swell yet larger, and the head of it changed
from red, to deep scarlet, then to purple.  The boy's hips were humping
forward now as though his cock were jabbing into something more than his
clenched fingers.

   Susan's mouth was open and her breath was moaning in short bursts.  Her
own hips were hunching against the ground and she wished more than anything
to have the boy before her -- lying beneath her so that she could kneel
astride him and push that cock deep into herself.

   Even as she thought of that huge stiff rod of flesh shoving into her she
saw the muscles of the boy's legs and belly begin clenching over and over
and a squirt of a white milky stuff erupted from the boys cock; then a
second squirt, and a third.  The thick white globules shot so far out of
his cock that some of them even reached the squatting cherub, spatting
against one of her bent knees.

   A warm gush of liquid seemed to fill Susan's pussy and the feeling
caused her to come so hard the drops of Mother Earth's wine again dribbled
from her pussy to soak her panties even more than her previous climaxes
had. The orgasm was so powerful this time that she fainted.



   Susan woke with a gasp.  Her hand was still down the front of her
shorts, and her panties were soaked.  She rolled over a little and was
upset to see that the front of her shorts was damp at the crotch and grass
stained, but she was not much worried about them.  They would dry and the
grass stains could be easily explained if her mother asked about them.  She
lifted her fingers to her nose and sniffed.  The sea smell on her hand made
her wrinkle her face up.

   Some time had passed, but Susan was not sure how much.  She looked
toward the fountain.  The boy was gone.  She carefully looked around to
make sure he truly was gone then got to her feet and went to the fountain
to wash her fingers and splash some water onto her face.  She scooped her
hands through the water and scrubbed her fingers then lifted a double hand
full of water to her face and splashed it over her.  She was dipping her
hands into the fountain again when her eyes fell on the hand of the cherub
which held open the lips of her marble pussy.  In the bend of the thumb
there was a glob of clearish liquid too thick to be water.  Susan touched
it with her index finger then rubbed it between her thumb and finger.  It
was slippery feeling like dish washing soap, and when she separated thumb
from finger a spider silk thread stretched between them.

   Without a moments hesitation Susan brought the fingers to her mouth and
licked the salty sweet come off them.


   chaucer48@earthlink.net EarthLink Revolves Around You.

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