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Subject: REPOST: "Susan" by daVinci

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Am I the only person who thought of Kevin 'Krazy Kev' Lipsitz,
infamous for his magazine-selling spams, upon reading the first
sentence of this?

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I am reposting this story for those who might have missed it the first
time.  I apologize in advance to all those who have read it, and don't
want to waste their time on it again. The reason I am reposting is
that I am presently working on another story more epic in proportions
and would like to know whether I'm on the right track or am annoying
people.


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

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



					Susan

						 by daVinci


IÕve know Kevin Magazinski, ÒMagsÓ we called him, since we attended
the same college. After college, he had pursued a career in education
and was presently employed as an English teacher at a private college
preparatory school. Nothing so stable for me, IÕm afraid. I decided to
try to make a living from my music, and had been doing pretty decently
at it for the past four years. YouÕll never see me on MTV being
interviewed by Jenny McCarthy or at the Grammy Awards, but with a
small label CD release and a full schedule of playing small venues, I
managed to make ends meet, which is all I really wanted anyway.  Mags
had been pressuring me to come visit he and his wife Tina for awhile.
So when I was booked to do a 45 minute set at a small club in the town
in which he lived I gave him a call. He was delighted to learn of my
plans and said he would come to the club for my performance and we
could get a bite to eat afterward.

I played pretty well that night, and after my set I went out to meet
up with Mags. We were happy to see one another and he complimented me
on the performance. There were several people with him. His wife Tina
was there, and a couple of people Mags had brought from work. Scott,
who taught math, and Dianne who was in the English Department with
Mags. Standing next to Dianne was Susan, she taught art. She was about
5Õ8Ó with brown hair that fell to her shoulders, a slim waist, and
very dark brown eyes. She had a whole existentialist, tortured artist
look going, She was dressed all in black: a black wool skirt that came
within six inches of her knee, and covered black stockings. She also
wore a thin black wool turtleneck sweater that revealed some appealing
curves. Her whole outfit was very striking, set off as it was against
her pale skin.  I have to admit that IÕm more attracted to women built
this way, than I am to the emaciated ÒwaifÓ figure most women
mistakenly assume is the desired form. Later that evening as the six
of us had dinner at a nearby restaurant, I tried hard not to seem too
obvious in admiring her breasts as they would move when she performed
a simple action like reaching for a drink or a salt shaker. They
didnÕt appear necessarily large, yet they seemed full and heavy as
they strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater. I wondered
what color her lingerie was; you would wear a black bra with that
sweater...wouldnÕt you? Susan seemed like a sweet person, and through
our dinner conversation I respected the intelligence in many of her
observations and comments. Mags and I like to talk literature and she
was adept at finding parallels within the fine arts, contributing
regularaly to the conversation.


After dinner, as we were leaving, Mags asked me if I wouldnÕt mind
driving Susan home. I had about a two hour drive ahead of me, so I
figured an additional ten minutes wasnÕt going to make that much of a
difference.We walked out to my car and I held the door for her as she
climbed in. Standing behind her I saw the back of her skirt rise
somewhat, and was impressed with her legs and the way the black skirt
seemed to hug her hips and ass. We drove for awhile not talking about
anything in particular when she changed the tone of the entire
evening.

ÒIt must be interesting being you, living your life,Ó she said.

ÒNo more interesting than anyone elseÕs life can be, I would think.Ó I
answered, ÒYouÕre buying into the tortured artist thing. You may have
a predilection for that. IÕd be careful about it if I were you. Some
of the songs I sing are sad because some of life is sad...donÕt read
too much into it.Ó

ÒItÕs not necessarily that,Ó Susan said, ÒYou seem to pretty much to
live as you please. I would like to be more like that, more
autonomous. I once had aspirations of being an artist, now IÕm just a
schoolteacher, with a dozen different people telling me what to do.
Actually now IÕm a soon to be unemployed schoolteacher. My Department
Chairmen told me last week that they werenÕt going to renew my
contract at the end of the year.Ó

ÒDid they give you any reason?Ó I asked.

ÒNot really, she just said I wasnÕt working out.Ó

ÒWhat does that mean?Ó

ÒI donÕt know exactly. WeÕve had problems, the way I act sometimes,
the way I dress sometimes. I suppose IÕm not as conservative as they
would like. She actually told me last month not to wear a certain
shade of lipstick, she said Ôthe boys can be easily excited.Õ Can you
believe that? I guess IÕll be better off in the long run.  But itÕs
hard not to feel unwanted, not to feel rejected. I suppose that sounds
silly to someone like you. Ó Susan finished.

As I looked over at her, the legs covered in the black stockings, the
sweep of her hip as she crossed her legs, I could empathize with the
argument that boys could be easily excited.


ÒNot at all,Ó I answered, Òno matter how independent you think you
are, we all have some desire to be appreciated, to be respected. ItÕs
not a matter of taste, itÕs a human dignity thing.Ó

ItÕs not like I was terribly happy there anyway,Ó she continued.
Òthings get so routine, they get bureaucratic, they get trivial. ItÕs
hard to get excited about going to work, I feel stifled sometimes...a
lot of the time, actually.Ó

ÒI donÕt know, Susan, I donÕt think anyone has a job that thrills them
all the time.Ó

ÒDonÕt you?Ó she asked

ÒNo, not necessarily. ThereÕs a lot of driving, traveling, thereÕs a
lot of waiting, thereÕs a lot of talking to people you wouldnÕt
normally be inclined to interact with. There are parts of my day that
are probably just as dull or routine as parts of your day are.Ó

ÒAll I know is that IÕm tired of routine, IÕm tired of rejection,Ó she
said, turning her head to look out the car window. We drove in silence
for awhile until she said

ÒThis is the driveway here, on our left.Ó

I stopped the car in the driveway of a two story house and watched her
take her seatbelt off.

ÒThanks for the lift,Ó she said

ÒIt was no trouble. Good luck with everything. YouÕll be O.K., just
have a little faith in yourself and what you want to do. Things will
work out.Ó

ÒI guess IÕm a little low on ÔfaithÕ right now, but thanks for the
thought.Ó

There was a moment of silence which she broke by leaning over and
kissing me, her tongue danced over my lips briefly as she pulled away.

ÒI was hoping youÕd come upstairs with me...I mean...I know we just
met and everything...but I guess I was hoping youÕd be interested.Ó
With that she leaned over to kiss me again, but I put my hands on her
shoulders stopping her. I was stopping her! I couldnÕt believe it.

ÒSusan you seem a little hurt, a little dejected. YouÕre life isnÕt
really agreeing with you right now. I donÕt want this to be about
something else. Do you understand what IÕm saying?Ó

ÒYes...but you may not understand what IÕm saying. This isnÕt about me
losing my job or feeling bored.  Well maybe it is a little. Mostly
this is about me doing something I want to do when I want to do it.
About making decisions and choices and not answering to anyone. To go
with the way I feel not with the way I think.  Your hesitancy only
reinforces my ideas about you, enhances my feelings for you. This is
about me...and what I want.Ó

With that she leaned back into me and ran her tongue over my neck to
my ear as her hand began to stroke my leg and drifted slowly up to my
rapidly hardening cock. ÒAnd what I want is for you to take me inside
and fuck me into oblivion, Ò she added.

ÒYou make a compelling argument,Ó I said. I was reevaluating my
position.  IÕm only human.


She lived on the second floor of atwo story house and as we walked up
the stairs she fumbled in her purse for her keys. She unlocked the
door and we walked into a nicely decorated, if small, room. She took
off her coat, asked for mine, and put them both in the hallway closet.

ÒIÕm afraid itÕs not much,Ó she said, referring to the apartment, Òbut
IÕve come to like it a little, itÕs kind of cozy.Ó

ÒIt seems great to me,Ó I said

ÒOh, thanks, it belongs to the school actually. They provide some
housing for faculty members who couldnÕt possibly afford to live in
this town by their own means. IÕll have to give this up with my job.

She turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling
me towards her for another long kiss.

ÒI donÕt want to think about that right now, I donÕt want to think
about anything right now...except...Ó she smiled at me, Òshall we
adjourn to the bedroom?Ó she asked.

ÒAnything you would like my love,Ó I said and let her take my hand
leading me to the bedroom.

As we reached the door to the bedroom, she stopped abruptly. Not
expecting her to stop I sort of ran into her from behind. She laughed
as I apologized, and turned her head, facing back at me.

ÒI was just seeing whether or not you were paying attentionÓ she said,
smiling.

ÒI guess IÕm a little distracted.Ó

ÒThatÕs O.K., IÕm a lot distracted,Ó she said, and leaned back to kiss
me again.

She was holding the side of the doorjamb as I put my hands on her
waist, right above where her skirt met the fabric of her sweater. I
kissed the back of her neck and ran my tongue over the side of her
throat. Pulling the top of the neckline down a little to get at the
base of her neck. I moved the palm of my hand from her waist, laying
it flat against her stomach. Her breathing got a little heavy, and I
could feel her moving her ass , almost imperceptibly, against my
growing cock, backing up against me. She reached back over her head
and ran her hands through my hair, and I could see over her shoulder
what this did to her breasts, pulling them firm against the thin black
fabric of her sweater. I now admitted to myself a total fixation with
her breasts. I fought the urge to reach out for them, not wanting to
push the pace faster than she was comfortable with.

Perhaps I shouldnÕt have worried. She reached around behind her and
ran her hand over the bulge in my pants. I bent forward to kiss her,
and felt her moan into my mouth as she felt how hard I was getting for
her. My engorged cock was bent to one side and getting a little
uncomfortable, so when she removed her hand I took the opportunity to
adjust myself, straightening my cock.  I could not see or feel what
her hands were doing, but I soon discovered that she had reached down
to unbutton and unzip her skirt. I felt and heard it slide down her
legs, coming to rest in a pool at her feet. She gracefully lifted one
foot out and with the other foot, kicked the skirt to one side. She
now stood in front of me in her black pantyhose, and pressed her ass
back against me.

ÒTouch me.Ó she moaned

I reached into the crotch of her pantyhose, sliding my hand under the
elastic of her panties and ran my entire hand over pussy. She lurched
forward at the first contact, a brief growl seemed to come from her
throat. A more audible groan met my ears when I found her clit with my
fingers and rhythmically began stroking it in short up and down
movements.

ÒYes Rick...keep doing that...just like that...Ó she almost whispered
to me.

As I continued to rub her, she reached up with her hands, bracing
herself against the top of the doorjamb.  Her arms, now fully
extended, raised her breasts again, and from where I stood behind her,
I could see them, still covered by the sweater, but taut and firm. I
detected the outline of her nipples, beginning to swell, showing
through her bra and sweater. I couldnÕt wait any longer and reached
around her with my other hand to hold the weight of her left breast in
my hand. It felt wonderful in my grasp, full and heavy, as I thought
they would be.  She tossed her head back against my chest and moaned
when I squeezed it in my hand, and moved my finger more quickly over
her clit, increasing the pressure.

ÒWhat do you want me to do?Ó I asked

ÒJust keep doing this,Ó she panted, Òmake me come...IÕm almost
there...Ó

I felt her clit begin to throb beneath my hand, then suddenly she
jerked upwards. She dropped her hands grabbing my head and moaned as
her climax washed over her. I could feel her pussy moisten around the
finger plunging in an out of her. I kept applying pressure to her clit
with the heel of my hand. She thrust her hips at it, bringing herself
off.

She sagged against me, catching her breath. The tension went out of
her body and her breast seemed even fuller in my hand now that her
arms were no longer raised above her head. I withdrew my hand from
between her legs and she turned to face me. Putting her hands on my
waist she kissed me, running her tongue over my lips before thrusting
it into my mouth.

ÒI got a little carried away there...IÕm sorry to be so impatient,Ó
she said, still a little breathless.

ÒNo need to apologize,Ó I said, smiling. She smiled back before
urgently kissing me again.


She began to back away from me slowly, making her way to the bed. When
she reached it she sat down on the edge, extending her legs straight
out in front of her, and kicked off her shoes.

ÒWhy donÕt you come over here and help me get these stockings off,Ó
she said.

I walked towards her, my excitement and anticipation visible in the
way the crotch of my pants appeared uncomfortably tight. I removed my
shirt and kick off my shoes on the way to her. As I stood in front of
her she reached forward and started working on me. She unbuttoned and
unzipped my pants, reaching inside to fondle and stroke my burgeoning
erection. In one gracefully performed move she took my length into her
moist mouth, playing her tongue over its entire surface. She moved her
head up and down on my shaft and I ran my fingers through her dark
brown hair. It felt very good, very quickly. But for some reason I
wanted tonight, or at least this portion of tonight, to be about her.
I couldnÕt really explain it, but didnÕt spend too much time thinking
about it.

I pulled out of her mouth and my cock slapped wetly against my
stomach.

ÒI was just beginning to enjoy that,Ó Susan said.

ÒMe too...a little too much,Ó I responded and slowly sank to my knees
so that my face was level with her lower body. I pulled at the
waistband of her pantyhose and started dragging them down those
beautiful thighs, past her shins, and off her feet. Putting my hands
on the inside of each of knee I spread her legs a little wider and
dipped my head between them. I started by licking the inside of her
upper thighs. She looked down at me as I began softly lapping at the
black silk of her panties, lapping broadly and slowly along where they
covered her pussy. She began to moan softly as I licked her harder. I
found her clit beneath the material and pushed my tongue against it,
eliciting a moan from Susan. Her hands in my hair and the movement of
her hips as she gently began to thrust against my mouth belied her
increasing impatience.

ÒJesus Rick....cÕmon...I need to feel your tongue on me...lick me
please...Ó I looked up at the serious expression on her face and
decided to use some leverage.

ÒMaybe if I get to see more of this gorgeous body...Ó I answered,
leaving the promise unspoken.

She reached for the hem of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her
head, tossing it aside and staring down at me. My eyes were locked on
those incredible tits encased in the thin, black bra she wore. The
position of her arms pushed her breasts together slightly and I
couldnÕt resist the impulse to run my tongue along her cleavage. The
bra clasp was in the front and as she reached for it I held her by the
wrist.

ÒNo...thatÕs enough for now. You look devastating.Ó

That being said, I dove down between her legs again, attacking her
pussy with renewed energy. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside
and devoured her cunt, moving my tongue vigorously around the dripping
lips of her cunt. Her reaction was almost immediate. With one hand
planted firmly on the mattress, the other hand grabbed my hair,
digging her nails into my scalp as she pulled me into her.  Her hips
started moving in earnest now, fucking my face, almost savage in her
need, consumed in her arousal. I used the fingers of my right hand to
rub her clit, as I thrust my tongue in and out of her like a
miniature, highly mobile cock that would enter, move the entire length
of her slit, and withdraw, dragging her distended lips out a bit,
before plunging back in and repeating the process.

ÒFuck me with your tongue...donÕt stop, please...IÕm
cumming...yes...NOW...IÕm commmmmmminggggggg nowwwwwwwwwwwww.Ó

Her legs snapped closed around my head, and she thrust her hips up at
me.  With her hips clear of the bed it was all I could do to grab her
ass and hold her tight against my mouth, tongue still buried within
her. I felt the walls of her pussy spasm around my tongue, and could
taste the juice that seemed to flow from her. When her climax had run
its course she loosened her legs and fell back onto the bed, an arm
thrown across her eyes. In her state of repose, I extracted myself
from between her legs and slid her now soaked panties down and off her
legs.

I rose to my feet and crawled over her, kissing her throat and cheeks.

ÒGod Rick...I feel lightheadedÓ

I just let her lie there for awhile then traveled a little lower so I
could nuzzle the inside of her breasts where they were exposed from
the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were erect and showed through the
material. I took one in my mouth and bit down gently. This brought her
out of her reverie and she leaned up on her elbows. She reached
forward to release the clasp of her bra with one hand and the material
parted, falling to the sides, revealing the remarkable expanse of her
chest. My various prognostications concerning her breasts were not ill
founded.  They were amazingly firm, but pleasantly pliant to my lips,
tongue and hands as I tried to satisfy my personal fetish for them.
Her hand rested on my shoulder as I licked and sucked on her hard
nipples. I reluctantly left her chest to kiss her deeply, our tongues
wrestling.

ÒPlease Rick...I really need to be fucked. Get that cock inside of
me.Ó

I moved up and forward, placing my arms on the outside of her
shoulders and lifted myself above her.  With my weight on my arms I
hung there, suspended over her. She reached down into the waistband of
my shorts, pulling the material down and over my hips. My hard cock
hovered over her stomach. She slid her fist up and down its length,
pulling it down so the swollen head brushed against the sparse dark
hair of her cunt.

ÒGod...youÕre so fucking hard...Ó she gasped

I rolled off her and quickly removed the remainder of my clothing.
Remembering how she looked earlier, standing in the doorway, I lowered
my weight on her and grabbed her hands, stretching them out above her
head.  As it had earlier, this lifted her breasts, tightening them on
her chest. I bent down in an attempt to consume her breasts with my
mouth, wanting to taste all of them.

I slid my cock over her pussy. With each stroke, her juices would
cover the swollen, angry red tip of my cock. Several times, the head
slipped into her cunt, but I would pull it out, and continue rubbing
myself all over her. With her hands held above her head she was
helpless to do anything about it, and started thrusting her hips off
the bed, trying to capture me inside of her. Her frustration mounted
as I let my full weight rest on her, my cock trapped between our
bodies. I contracted my muscles, making my dick throb against her
stomach.

ÒOh Jesus Christ...put it in me...please. I want to feel it throb like
that inside of me,Ó she moaned; but I continued teasing her, wondering
how long it would be before I reached my breaking point. It was
approaching fast, I knew that. Susan began struggling against me,
trying to free her arms. I didnÕt want to hurt her by gripping her
wrists too strongly so I simply let go, freeing her hands, which she
quickly moved between our lower bodies.  She grabbed my cock and
stroked it several times, squeezing me hard. The pressure of her grip
was delicious and it was my turn to moan.

ÒHold still,Ó she said, and lined me up with her dripping pussy.
Pushing her hips off the bed she impaled herself on my dick in one
smooth, fluid motion. I felt like screaming at the pleasure of the
first contact of full penetration, and let my weight drop down onto
her, firmly burying myself inside. I started slow deep thrusts into
her as she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass to pull me as
deep into her as was possible. I soon picked up on the rhythm she was
trying to establish. She didnÕt necessarily want it fast, but she
wanted it hard and deep. My pelvis would slam against her clit with
each stroke and she would exhale a grunt of satisfaction.

ÒI canÕt believe how turned on I am,Ó Susan panted ÒIÕm close to
coming again...so soon.Ó

My arms surrounding her, I reared back on my knees, pulling her hips
with me, keeping her impaled on my dick. Gradually, I sped the pace,
pushing and pulling her hips back and forth, literally dragging her
body along my length.

ÒI love watching you cum Susan...I want to see it again. Tell me what
you want.Ó

ÒHarder Rick, fuck me harder, bury yourself in me...fuck me!Ó she
screamed as her hands reached up above her head grabbing at the
pillows and headboard. I slammed myself into her forcefully and held
my cock here for a moment, then pulled back to slam into her again.

ÒYes...yes...now faster, now fuck me faster,Ó she yelled

I pistoned in and out of her fast as I could without running the risk
of sliding out of her at an inopportune moment, or bringing on my
orgasm too quickly.

ÒJust like that Rick, just like that....OH FUCKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSS!Ó

She thrashed beneath me for several minutes, reveling in her release.
Her hair flew wildly around her face as she alternately drove her ass
off the mattress and froze with back arched only her shoulders still
making contact with the bed. Her bra still hung partially from her
shoudlers, one strap falling down her arm.

Because my legs were tiring, I had to move from the position I was in.
Unfortunately this meant pulling out of the tight, wet heaven of her
pussy. I rolled over onto my back and she got up to straddle my waist.
She trailed her pussy over my stomach and I could feel her wetness on
my abdomen. My cock was twitching in anticipation. I desperately
wanted to be inside her again. I held my cock up straight so she could
slide down over it, which she did, both of us moaning as we felt our
hips make contact. It only got better as she began to move herself up
and down on me. The view was truly spectacular. I watched almost
awestruck as this amazing body bounced, her breasts moved slightly. I
almost lost it when she reached up to grab one with her left hand, the
erect nipple poking out between her fingers.

ÒOh God...I love this,Ó I moaned.

ÒSo do I,Ó she said and smiled down at me. She released her breast and
ran her hand through her dark hair, pushing it back. I found something
about the sight of her temple as her hand pushed the hair past it
incredibly erotic and slammed my hips at up at her. She seemed to like
that and leaned over me, placing her hands on either side of my arms,
remaining stationary like that so that I could slam in and out of her
to my heartÕs content. With each stroke, her breasts would sway with
the contact, they were inches from my face and I raised up to get my
mouth on them again.

ÒYes Rick...suck my nipples like that...yes,Ó she moaned. I had found
a rhythm she liked and she started rubbing her clit for additional
stimulation.

ÒGod Rick...thatÕs it...keep your mouth on my tit. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!Ó

Orgasm screamed through her again. Unable to resist the pounding
pleasure of her climax she rose up above me, pulling her nipple from
my mouth and riding out the intense wave of her release. She seemed to
cum for a long time, and the sight of her orgasm was so arousing that
I was afraid to move, afraid that anything more than the sights and
sounds of her cumming would bring me off. As I regained my composure
and control I began thrusting up into her again, holding her hips in
my hands. This set off another series of earthquakes for the stunning
woman who was indeed Ôfucking me into oblivion.Õ

ÒOh fuck...YESSSSS.... IÕm coming again. God Rick, your cock feels so
good in me. Keep fucking me...please...YESSSS, again....again...
YEAHHHHHHHH!Ó

I watched again as her eyes shut tight, her mouth opened in another
scream of passionate climax. I was so hungry for this women, so hungry
to see her cum again and again. I couldnÕt get enough. I reached
around to grab her ass, pulling her as tightly to me as I could, our
public bones grinding against one another. Her breathing became
heaving gasps, before she collapsed backwards, her head resting on my
shins, her back arched, my cock still firmly planted in her pussy. I
bent forward at the waist and took her hands in  mine. Her eyes were
still closed and her breathing still came in ragged pants. She looked
totally wiped out.  My eyes were riveted to her heaving breasts, now
slick with perspiration and the moisture from my tongue, as I watched
her relax a bit. Her position bent my cock forward a little too much
and it was getting a little uncomfortable.

As I slid out of her she moaned in protest, but kept her eyes closed
as I repositioned myself so I was lying beside her. I looked down at
her, her breathing now evening out a little. My eyes took inventory of
the orgasmically wracked body lying beside me. Her hair was wildly
disheveled, her lips parted, and I saw her tongue emerge quickly to
lick her upper lip. Her nipples were still incredibly erect, her hand
lay on her stomach, and her hips seemed to twitch involuntarily on
occasion. As I swept my line of vision down to her lower body I could
see the moist lips of her pussy and the insides of her thighs slick
with her juices. I couldnÕt resist the urge to reach down and stroke
my bloated, swollen cock several times. ThatÕs when she opened her
eyes and smiled at me.

ÒWhat are you doing?Ó she asked teasingly.

ÒJust looking at you.Ó

ÒDo you like what you see?Ó

ÒVery, very much.Ó I responded.

She reached down to take over for my own hands, shafting her fist up
and down my length.

ÒAm I responsible for this?Ó she asked, still the coy tone in her
voice.

ÒAbsolutely...Ó

She leaned forward to lick my chest while she continued to stroke me.
I felt the cum churn in my balls as she quickly dove to my cock,
taking it completely in her mouth, swallowing me whole.

ÒOh...fuck...Susan....Ó I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down my
rigid shaft.

She took my cock out of her mouth, and holding it in her hand asked,

ÒDonÕt you want to come, baby?Ó

ÒYes...please Susan, let me come...I canÕt hold back for very much
longer...Ó I stammered.

But instead of continuing she let my red, swollen cock go and put her
hands on my chest.

ÒYou were fantastic,Ó she said, ÒI donÕt remember ever having orgasms
like that before, they were...they were...consuming. I want you to
come for me, but I need to do this...wait here,Ó she said, and got off
the bed heading for the bathroom.

I simply lay there waiting, I didnÕt here any noise coming from the
bathroom. She seemed to be gone several minutes. My throbbing cock
began to soften a bit as I awaited her return. I heard the bathroom
door open and she walked out into the bedroom, joining me on the bed.
She held something in her hands and placed it on the floor to the left
side of the bed, but I didnÕt quite catch what it was.  When I reached
for her she pulled away slightly.

ÒRick...I need you to do this for me. WeÕve got all night, if you want
to stay...but I need you to do a favor for me.Ó

ÒWhat is it?Ó I asked.

ÒSit over there,Ó she said, pointing to a chair against the wall to
the right of the bed.

I got up off the bed, more than a little curious, and more than a
little frustrated.

When I was seated, she rolled onto her side facing me. ÒWhatever
happens you have to try not to touch yourself all right?Ó

ÒAll right,Ó I said. I followed her eyes to where my cock now lay
limply between my legs.

Once I agreed, she rolled over onto her back and languorously spread
her legs and arched her back, thrusting her magnificent tits into the
air. Slowly her hands moved across their swollen nipples and down her
stomach, plying her fingers through the brown swatch of her pubic
hair. She turned her head to face me.

ÒHow do I look?Ó she asked

ÒFantastic Susan,Ó I said, feeling my cock begin to stir against my
leg.

ÒDo you think IÕm sexy, Rick?Ó Her fingers now moving more quickly and
more urgently inside her pussy, applying pressure to her clit.

ÒYes Susan, I think youÕre very sexy.Ó

ÒDo you think IÕm desirable?Ó she asked, now thrusting her hips off
the bed, fucking her hand.

ÒYes Susan, I think youÕre very desirable,Ó I answered. This was what
it was about. I understood now. I could do this for her...no problem.
Remembering her instructions I concentrated on keeping my hands away
from my now fully erect cock. It stood up straight and hard from
between my thighs. She looked at it rearing up impatiently for her

ÒMMMmmmmmmmmm....oh yeah, youÕre hard for me again. Do you want me
Rick? Do you want to fuck me again?Ó She reached down beside the bed
and pulled up the item she had brought in from the bathroom. It was
some container of oil. She squirted some on her chest and stomach and
started rubbing the oil over her, finally returning her hands to her
cunt.

ÒYou know I do. IÕve wanted to fuck you since I met you at the club. I
spent most of dinner staring at your tits, wondering what it would be
like to hold them in my hands, wondering what color your bra was.Ó I
said.  Her breathing became ragged again, I could see and hear her
slide her finger into her cunt, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her
intensity grew as the oil lubricated her entire pubic area

ÒAs you got into my car I saw the back of your legs and your great ass
in that black skirt and wanted to grab you, running my hands all over
you,Ó I continued, ÒI saw you cross your legs and I imagined running
my fingers up that skirt, finding out whether your pussy was as hot
and tight as I imagined it to be. When we started, in the doorway, I
desperately wanted to slide my cock up you from behind and feel your
ass slap against my thighs...Susan...IÕm going to have to stroke
myself...I have to get off...Ó With that I reached down, tightly
grabbing my cock, squeezing it in my fist, but careful not to go too
far.  When she saw my hand, when she saw that I was jacking off
looking at her, incredibly turned on by how she looked and how she was
acting, she exploded in orgasm again.

ÒFuck yeah Rick....IÕm coming....yes...yes...this is so
hot....GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!Ó

Her hand moved very fast on her pussy, her ass cleared the mattress
with each thrust of her hips as she drove herself into a frenzy,
screaming ecstatically. Her slick body writhed on the bed as she held
her pussy in both hands, her slick breasts bounced erotically on her
chest. Staring at my engorged prick the entire time.

When her climax finally seemed to subside she looked in my eyes, ÒGet
over here,Ó she said.

I got up from the chair and hurried to her.

ÒItÕs your turn now Rick. Whatever you want...do whatever you want. I
want to get you off. I want to make you cum...I donÕt care how. Cum on
me, cum in me, I donÕt care...whatever you want.Ó

Staring down at her heaving breasts, shiny and slick with her
perspiration and the oil, it was an easy decision to make. I smiled
down at her and then straddled her waist.  Grabbing the headboard with
my hands and holding myself slightly suspended above her, I started to
slide my cock around her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pressing
into my dick. She caught on quickly, taking me in her hand for a brief
stroke before placing me between those beautiful, slippery tits.

ÒCÕmon Rick...cum for me...fuck my tits and cover them with cum. I
want to watch it explode out of you.Ó This wasnÕt going to take long I
could tell. I felt my balls recoil violently as my orgasm quickly
approached.

ÒGod Susan...IÕm going to cum soon...Ó

ÒDo it...cum for me,Ó she said, urgency in her voice. She wrapped her
tits more tightly around my shaft.  As the head of my cock emerged
from between her breasts she stuck her tongue out to meet it. Though
she never made contact, the sight of it was the last straw for me.

ÒYes Susan....yeah...now...here it comes....NOWWWWW!Ó

I remember trying hard to take it in all in. She had worked me into
such a frenzy the first volley was almost painful as it hurtled out of
the end of my cock like a bottle rocket going off. The first blast hit
the underside of her chin and streamed down her throat. She moaned as
she brought me out from between her tits and stroked me, cum hitting
the side of her face and into her hair. I must have blasted her five
or six times, covering the both of us, pools of my semen gathered on
her tits and in her cleavage as she grinned up at me triumphantly,
before there was no more to give and my cock convulsed between her
fingers. Finally I simply had to collapse beside her.

She ran her fingers through the cum that layered her entire upper
body, moaning contentedly as I tried to catch my breath. ÒGod Rick,Ó
she laughed, Òthat was fantasticÓ

ÒYouÕre unbelievable,Ó I finally managed to croak, Òyou may not have a
job or a home, but youÕre an extraordinary fuckÓ She laughed again,
and kissed me gently.

ÒHow about a shower?Ó she asked.

ÒI think IÕm going to need a couple of showers.Ó

ÒCare to join me for the first one?Ó she said.

As we rose to head into the bathroom, my knees shook slightly, still
not fully recovered.

ÒAre you O.K.?Ó Susan half chuckled.

ÒYeah fine,Ó I answered, Òholding up all right for a man whoÕs just
been fucked into oblivion.Ó




Any and all comments, observations, or constructive criticisms are
gladly welcome and anxiously anticipated. I am presently working on
another story, and would be glad to post it when completed if readers
feel it would be worthwhile.


			daVinci (rmbte1@ix.netcom.com)

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