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Susan
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

He found Ft. Lauderdale to be the perfect spot for a 
vacation in the winter months. Luck was with him, and 
he obtained a job in Miami. During this time, he met a 
family, with a 19 year old daughter, who was attending 
college. The family was religious, and Susan, the 
daughter, wanted to find out how older men saw her. The 
question of who seduced whom, is hidden in the plot of 
this romantic story where a virgin becomes an older 
man's love and passion. (M/F-teen, 1st, oral, rom)

***

Having completed my military obligations, I took a 
position with an international firm in a Midwest city. 
Within a short time I had settled into work, looking 
forward to the pleasures my income could provide.

One pleasure I soon found in life was traveling to 
Florida and enjoying Ft. Lauderdale's beautiful beach. 
Each December I planned a week on the beach and during 
my first trip to Ft. Lauderdale, I found a small motel, 
The Shell, which was one building from the beach. The 
couple running the motel would have a weekly cookout 
for the guest, and the same people basically stayed at 
the motel.

Being a few years past thirty, I was again single, and 
during my annual sojourn to Florida, I was reading the 
Miami paper want ads, and saw a position with a firm 
that was similar to the position I held at the time. 
The next day, I called the company, spoke with 
personnel, this was before the stupid term of people 
being an animal or something such as that, and called 
"human resources." Within a few minutes I had an 
interview set for the following afternoon.

For whatever the reason, I seemed to always be in the 
right-place-at-the-right-time. Within a few minutes of 
my interview, the assistant director of personnel, said 
I was over qualified for the position I was being 
interviewed for. Nuts, I thought. Then to my surprise, 
I was told that the company had a position in 
management that might interest me, and called the 
personnel director and we walked to his office to 
discuss the work.

For the next hour, I spoke with two vice presidents, 
and eventually, the executive vice president of 
administration, and was hired.

Within three weeks, I was living in Florida, and 
decided to stay in the motel in Ft. Lauderdale until 
the place I was moving into in Kendall Lakes was 
finished. The manager of the motel said I could have 
the motel room for a reduced monthly rate, and I jumped 
at the chance to stay where I knew some of the people.

During the past three years, I had become friends with 
a family from Tennessee, who had two daughters, and at 
the time they were sixteen and eight. The family, 
except the father, would stay at the motel during the 
summer for a month. During the winter, they stayed from 
Christmas through New Year.

The oldest daughter, Suzanne Marie, but was called 
Susan, was nineteen and attending Bob Jones University 
in Greenville, SC. Susan was a tall young girl, even at 
sixteen she informed me, and now stood an inch or so 
short of six feet. She was a dark-haired beauty, and 
highly religious, as were the other members of her 
family. The father and mother had always been friendly 
with me, and we spoke at length about my work on many 
occasions.

This year the family arrived the day after Christmas, 
and two days later, which was Saturday, I was setting 
in a lounge chair enjoying the sunlight, and the warmth 
of the Sun. When I heard someone, speak, I opened my 
eyes and heard Susan asking me, "You sure are tanned 
for this time of the year." 

After we talked for a few minutes, I informed Susan 
about taking a position with a company in Miami. For 
the next hour we enjoyed speaking and then her parents 
and young sister walked over. Again I discussed my 
working in Miami, and Dale, the father, was impressed, 
as he was the president of his own firm, and understood 
my work

After another hour, I said I needed to walk up the 
street and get a bite to eat. Susan asked if she could 
go with me as she was also hungry. I replied, "That 
would be nice, but I'm only going for a sandwich and 
soup." "That will be fine, but do you mind if I get my 
beach cover-up?"

The two of us walked up the street and stopped at a 
hangout enjoyed by the younger crowd, and inside, I 
ordered a beer with my food. "Would you like a beer, 
Susan," I asked? Smiling at me, Susan said it was 
against her religion for her to drink, and besides, she 
would likely get drunk as she had never tasted beer, 
nor did her father drink.

As we enjoyed our lunch, and I was on my second beer, 
we discussed my divorce, and Susan spoke of busting up 
with her long time boyfriend, Chuck. They were high 
school sweethearts, and both were at Bob Jones. It 
became a real hassle between us, as he was constantly 
wanting to have sex, and he knew my beliefs about 
waiting until I was married for sex. And we had only 
been back at school a week when he called me names, and 
we busted up.

**

For the next few days, Susan and I would enjoy the 
evenings and her parents were glad she had someone who 
would spend time with her. One night we took her sister 
with us, and it was fun to walk around the beach area 
streets with the two girls. It was during the 
seventies, and times were not as hostile as they are 
today about drinking, so the girls could enter the bars 
with me, although Susan was old enough to drink since 
turning eighteen.

The following Saturday, I was setting at the edge of 
the motel pool, with my feet hanging in the water 
speaking with Dale and Marie, Susan's parents. For the 
next several minutes we spoke, and then Dale said he 
needed to go to the airport and catch a flight home. 
The parents left, and after a short time, Susan and I 
decided to drive down and see the place that was being 
built, I was waiting to move into.

After arriving back at the motel, we parted company and 
planned on meeting around seven to go out to eat. That 
evening we had dinner, and afterwards walked the 
streets, going into one bar after the other, until we 
hit the main bar at the Holiday Inn. Susan surprised me 
and asked, "Can I have a beer?"

The look on Susan's face as she tasted beer for the 
first time made me laugh. That evening, we danced, and 
being five-seven, it was great to see how the younger 
guys watched us together. Susan was what was referred 
to as a "big-boned" girl, and she was not fat, but just 
a large girl. When we walked back to the Shell Motel, 
Susan reached over and took my hand in hers. I was 
surprised but did not consider the act romantic.

Sunday arrived, and the day was strange, an overcast 
sky, few people around the pool, yet I felt extremely 
upbeat as I sat down to read the Sunday Miami Herald. 
Most of the guest had left for the trip home because of 
the start of the New Year. Susan looked at me and asked 
if I would walk down the beach with her. Finally, Susan 
and I, were at the far reach of the beach, and Susan 
asked if we could set down.

The place we chose to set at was where some beach 
rental umbrellas and chairs were stacked, and they were 
placed in such a manner to make a windbreak, and afford 
privacy. The units were actually placed so they formed 
a four-sided enclosure, and unless one was looking, 
would not have found the entrance to the interior open 
area. Susan had planned on getting us each a chair from 
the stack of chairs, but she looked and found the small 
chamber the chairs and umbrellas created by the method 
they were stored.

Asking me to follow her inside the chamber, we sat down 
on the sand and enjoyed the fact that the wind was 
blocked by the items. For perhaps fifteen minutes we 
sat side-by-side, and Susan then stood and unwrapped 
the towel from around her waist, and spread it on the 
ground, and asked me to do the same with my towel that 
I had carried to the beach.

Susan lay down on the towels and asked me to join her, 
and we were somewhat close together, yet I made certain 
not to lay with my body touching hers. When I felt her 
hand reach over and take mine in hers, I wondered what 
was happening? Especially as we were far apart in age, 
and her religious beliefs were strong.

Perhaps a minute passed, if that, and Susan turned onto 
her side and rolled against my body. To my complete 
surprise, her leg was soon laying on my legs, and her 
arm moved until it was laying on my chest and her hand, 
still holding mine, was against the side of my head. 
Her lips moved and lightly touched mine and I was 
completely in disbelief as this girl was evidently 
coming onto me, and at her own insistence, with no 
action on my part. I understood what she was doing, and 
yet I was taken back by the boldness of Susan when I 
felt her move my hand onto her breast.

"I've never been with a man, and have only had dates 
with a few guys, and Chuck made me so mad after we got 
to college. I want you to make love to me, and I..." 
Susan started to say, then she fell silent.

I looked at her face, and saw her eyes were shut, and I 
tried to understand what was going on, and moreover, 
what was she thinking. Her was a teenage girl, very 
pretty, tall, with a large frame to her body, and she 
was offering me her virginity. Never in my wildest 
dreams could I have thought this would happen.

I slipped my right hand under the top of her bathing 
suit, and other than a slight movement of modesty 
telling her she mustn't allow me to touch her in an 
intimate manner, even if she had initiated the action. 
Susan did not hinder my hand from seeking out her 
breast, and I was amazed at the feeling of her hard 
nipple against the palm of my hand. Whatever her 
nipples were like, I wanted to see them and nurse them 
immediately. They seemed to be unlike any I had ever 
found on a female before, and likely since..

Using my hands, I soon pulled the straps of her bathing 
suit top from her shoulders, and down from her breast.

The suit had cups where her breast were covered by the 
suit, but Susan had firm and large breast, at least 38-
C, and perhaps a D. They stood out from her chest in 
roundness, and firmness, that I found hard to imagine. 
The nipples were light brown, assuredly an inch long, 
as were her areolas light brown, which were at least as 
round as a silver dollar. I moved my lips down and 
kissed and sucked the nipples that were so hard, they 
were like wooden plugs sticking up from the slightly 
raised areolas that were raised from above her full 
breast. I had been with several women, and yet I had 
never seen areolas that were raised above the breast as 
Susan's were.

While sucking on her breast, I wondered if it was safe 
to continue with the removal of Susan's one-piece 
bathing suit. In just a second or two, I pulled the 
suit down across her stomach, and I felt Susan raise 
her hips as I eased the suit over them. I found it 
necessary to set up to finish pulling the bathing suit 
down over her hips, and then her legs. 

Looking at the form of the nineteen-year-old dark 
haired beautiful girl, I saw the hair on her mons, and 
down her labia, was as dark as the hair on her head. 
The pubic hair was thick and saw she must be kept busy 
keeping it trimmed so it didn't escape the sides of her 
bathing suit. Susan had it trimmed so it did not grow 
from the area where her legs joined her torso.

After pulling the suit from her legs, I looked and saw 
that Susan still had her eyes shut. I understood that 
she was having trouble allowing me to be with her, even 
if she had initiated the sexual contact. There was no 
doubt that Susan was still a virgin, and I wanted to 
kiss and lick a virgin between her legs, a first for 
me. Moving my face to her stomach, I kissed her naval 
lightly, and I could see her stomach tighten, and knew 
she was aware of what I intended to do with my lips and 
tongue.

Moving my lips slowly down to her thick patch of pubes, 
I lightly kissed the black shinny strands of her 
maidenhair, and then pushed her somewhat resisting legs 
apart with my face. My lips pressed lightly against her 
labia, which was also covered with the dark pubic hairs 
of her female growth. When my lips settled on her 
clitoris, I lightly opened her labia and took the small 
clit between them. 

I was somewhat surprised to find Susan had a small 
clitoris, and when I closed my lips around it and 
flipped it with my tongue, she uttered her first 
sounds.  I wondered what a virgin must think and feel 
when a man makes oral love to her for the first time, 
and has yet to have actual intercourse?

I could hear Susan inhale deeply, and she made a sound 
almost like a cat hissing when it is giving a warning 
sound. Her hands were on my face, yet she made no real 
effort to push my face from her sex. Her desires to 
experience sex was forcing her to accept my lips on her 
sex. What had she thought about oral sex before now, I 
remember wondering?

"Um - um, ohh," sounded from her mouth as I looked up 
and saw her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was 
open in an "O" shape. During the total time I was 
kissing and licking her sex, Susan continued making the 
hissing sounds. I immediately went back to licking and 
kissing her sex, and when I felt her body start to move 
in the act of seeking release, I reached down and 
pulled my suit off. Keeping my lips and tongue moving 
on Susan's sex was difficult as I pulled my suit off, 
but I wanted to keep her built up before I moved up 
over her body.

Not waiting any longer, I eased up over the prone body 
of the lovely large built teenager, and my erection 
found its own way to her opening. I could feel Susan 
tense up as my cock touched her extremely wet opening, 
and as I moved and eased just the head inside the 
somewhat thick labia surrounding her vagina. Her majora 
labia was thick from the juncture of her mons, to the 
area where the small strip of skin, from her vulva to 
her anus is located.

I eased my cock head in and out of her virgin opening, 
never going past the crown until I felt her stomach 
pushing up to meet my downward and inward strokes. My 
lips moved to hers, and I could feel Susan kind of 
resist my lips on hers, as I knew she could taste and 
smell her wetness on my lips. Finally I moved my tongue 
to open her lips, and was certain that this was her 
first ever French kiss. Evidently Susan did not mind 
the taste of her own fluids as we Frenched.

After a few moments of simple back and forth movements 
of my cock head between her labia, I moved my body down 
like, so my groin was now pushing my cock head so it 
was striking upward as I moved in and out of her sex. 
Then I decided to go all the way into her body, and as 
I begin to take deeper strokes, I heard her moan out, 
and felt her body pull back and knew I had just stroked 
against her maidenhead. There had been no doubt on my 
part that Susan was a virgin, now I knew I was correct, 
her slight sound, and movement of resistance to stop 
the capturing of her hymen was proof.

It was only at that moment that I realized that I was 
not wearing a rubber, they were called rubbers in those 
days, and I'm not sure when we made them more 
acceptable and commenced referring to them as "condoms" 
or "latex." I never liked pulling out of a girl or 
woman when I had sex, and I knew that I wouldn't with 
Susan, especially I reasoned, as it was her first and 
she needed to feel the cream of a man seeping from her 
sex, after her first time. Don't be moral with me, as 
sex is meant to be enjoyed, and knew all the reasons 
for wearing a rubber.

I was still kissing Susan and as I continued to move in 
and out of her sex, I pulled my lips from hers and 
asked, "Susan, do you want me to stop or go on?" Susan 
did not say anything, but her arms tightened around my 
neck and shoulders, and I felt her hips push upward. As 
she did so, I made a quick and hard push into her 
vagina. I felt a moment of resistance by her virginity, 
then I felt a wetness around my penis, and knew that I 
had broken through her hymen.

Susan uttered out in what assuredly was pain for her 
when I took her, "OH, be easy . . . it hurts, just lay 
still for a minute." Susan again asked me, Be easy - it 
hurts, will you be easy, please," she spoke while I 
could hear her intake of breath as I completely entered 
her body, and claimed her virginity. Gently I again was 
stoking in and out of her sex, and I could feel her 
hands lightly pounding on my shoulders, as Susan 
allowed me to again take her sexually. Within a few 
minutes, I begin to ride her body in deep and strong 
strokes of my cock, and allowing my pelvic bone to 
strike against the fatty mons over her sex, and 
striking her clit at the same time.

I could feel Susan moving her hips slightly upward as I 
entered and hit against her pubic area. Could I make 
her climax her first time in having sex? Moving to give 
the teenager her first sexual experience as complete as 
I could make it, and likely for my own ego, I worked 
and tried to keep from cumming, as I wanted Susan to 
come on her first time.

After perhaps a total of six or seven minutes, I could 
hold back no longer, and I told Susan, "I'm cumming, 
cum with me, please Susan. Cum... cum, NOW!" As I was 
going off, and shooting my first load of cum, I heard 
Susan whimper, "Yes!" I knew Susan was cumming, even if 
only lightly, then she moved her hips upward hard and 
fast, and cried out, "Oh my love!"

After I went off, I lay on the pretty girl for several 
moments, and felt her sex forcing out my shrinking 
penis. I could feel the wetness running from her body, 
and the liquid was cool from being exposed to the air. 
I sat up, and looking down. saw Susan was bleeding 
rather profusely, and I must have ejaculated a larger 
than normal amount of semen. The seeping of our sexual 
juices was thick and Susan asked me to not look at her.

"Susan, that is one of the most wonderful things I have 
ever seen, the results of our being one, is something I 
want to always remember viewing, especially knowing you 
gave me you virginity." With that comment, Susan turned 
onto her side and curled up in a fetal position, and 
commenced crying. I moved down next to her, and wrapped 
my arms around her and told her how wonderful she was. 
For the next five minutes or more, I listened as Susan 
belittled herself for having given me her virginity.

Susan was trying to find a reason for her actions, and 
her sudden change from being a young girl to that 
condition of being a woman. Several times I listened as 
she told how she had planned on being a virgin when she 
was married. Each time these words came from her mouth, 
her tears flowed more freely, and her sobs racked her 
body.

Over the next ten minutes we lay side by side, and I 
still believe it was Susan who started the sexual 
foreplay, as she cried and told about the fact she was 
no longer a virgin. I remember her hand was stroking my 
now erect cock, and I had not placed her hand on it. 
Finally I was fully erect, and I moved Susan onto her 
back and was kissing and sucking her large nipples, 
then I moved on top of her, eased her slightly 
resisting legs apart, and entered her sex.

Susan uttered out that she was sore, but when I asked 
her if she wanted me to stop, she didn't say anything, 
but her arms reached down and her hands pulled my hips 
so I was not going to escape from her welcoming body. 
We had sex for a good ten minutes, and again I felt and 
heard Susan climax, and shortly after she had done so, 
I went off in her.

My groin and Susan's pubic areas was covered in her 
blood and my semen. This caused Susan to cry out even 
more, and finally I suggested we put our bathing suits 
on and walk into the ocean and wash off. The air 
striking us after we stepped out of the ocean was 
chilling, and we found it funny and we both laughed.

Walking back to the motel, we spoke about everything 
but what we had shared. As we were entering the motel 
grounds, Susan asked me, "I feel so sore, and tell me, 
can you tell what I have done by the way I'm walking?" 

"No, and you and I should go out for dinner tonight, we 
will dress up, or at least I will wear a sport coat, 
and we will go to Pier 66, ok with you?" I asked.

That evening we went out to eat, and after dinner, went 
up in the revolving tower and over cocktails, Susan 
asked me all kinds of questions about the sex we had 
shared. When I asked if she was concerned that she 
might be pregnant, as I had not used a rubber, she 
replied, "I would like that." That comment flipped me 
back as if I had been struck with a baseball bat.

"Can we go somewhere and be alone, you know, like we 
were this afternoon," Susan asked, and surprised me 
with the question.

"Would you like me to get a motel room, and they may 
have one here. I will check if your sure that is what 
you want?"

"Yes, please," she replied, and I got up and walked to 
the host stand and asked if they could connect me to 
the motel desk. When I returned to the table, Susan 
looked at me in a funny way, when I asked, "Should we 
leave?" We walked to the motel desk, and the room was 
almost two days pay, and yet I didn't care, as the girl 
with me had given me her virginity, and had just asked 
me, in her own way to have sex with her again.

In the room I undressed Susan, and then myself. I eased 
her down onto the bed, and in a few minutes was making 
oral love to her. For several minutes I performed oral 
sex on Susan and when I felt her building up to climax, 
I attacked her clitoris to ensure that she would never 
forget how I was taking her off with my tongue and 
lips.

"OH, I - EEYE!! I'M... I'M, YES! OH YES!" I listened to 
the lovely teenager climax, and her body trembled for 
several seconds after her climax ended. As I moved up 
over her body, I looked in Susan's face and saw tears 
flowing from her eyes. When I lay on her, she opened 
her legs wide for me and on her own accord, and 
whispered to me, "Thank you, now make love to me."

Three times we made love, then we rose and took a 
shower together. When we got back to the motel, Susan 
got out of my rental car on her own, and she walked 
with me to stairs, then she smiled and told me, "I will 
always love you, and wish we could be together, but I 
know that it isn't possible?" The last part of her 
sentence was said with the sound of her voice being a 
question. She walked down the walkway to her motel 
room, and I climbed the stairs to go to my own room.

The next day Susan and her parents had left before I 
got up from bed.

**

The following December, I was checking into the Shell 
for the Christmas holidays, as I needed to get out of 
Miami for a few days, and had called to see if I could 
get a room at the Shell. Marvin, the owner, told me I 
could always get a room, even I had to sleep in their 
extra bedroom. While checking in, I head someone call 
my name, and turning around saw Dale walking toward the 
counter. After I had signed in, gotten my room key, and 
walked out with Dale, we sat down and talked for 
several minutes.

I hoped that Susan would be with the family, but as we 
spoke, Dale told me that Susan had gotten married, very 
unexpectedly, and was the mother of twins. Dale told me 
the twins, a boy and girl, were three months old, and 
then he showed me their photo. The look of the children 
was nothing compared to the facial expression on Dale's 
face as he said., "They look like you, don't they?"

Even I could see the resemblance of the boy was like 
looking in a mirror, even at the early age in the 
photo. My mind returned to Susan's comment about her 
possibly becoming pregnant as we were out that night 
after she had given me her virginity, "I would like 
that," she had said when replying about her becoming 
pregnant. Evidently that is exactly what happened when 
we had made love.

After a short while Dale got up and left, and turning 
to look at me, commented, "You would have made a 
terrific father, and son-in-law." During the remainder 
of the three days, I could not get a chance to speak 
with either Dale, his wife or younger daughter.

Susan if you should by chance read this, remember that 
after all these years, I have never forgotten you, and 
wonder to this day, why I was lucky enough to be your 
first. You and I know this story to be true and the 
twins are now nearly the age I was when we met.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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