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Suzi Ch. 1

By: Frederick Carol



Pt. I: Suzi

Friday evening didn't start well at all. Pa fined me five dollars out of my allowance against the window which I had broken when I was showing my sister Lynn's boyfriend Mike how I had made the winning hit. Not only that, but Lynn collected on the ten I owed her, which left me with the princely sum of eight dollars and fifty cents. Not much for a date, even a blind one!

Mike had arranged it for me, with a friend of his ex-girlfriend Sally. I had to drive across town and pick her up at her uncle's house. 2473 Holly. A girl called Suzi, Suzi Kendrick. I knew nothing about her except her name and her uncle's address. Mike said she was attractive but somehow Mike and I had kept missing each other so I hadn't been able to find out any more. He was due to pick Lynn up at about the time I had to leave to collect Suzi, so I hoped to get some more background from him then.

Unfortunately, Mike was running late. I stayed as long as I dared but I had agreed to pick Suzi up at eight. It was a fifteen minute drive and the clock showed seven forty-three, so I said so long to Ma and Lynn and scooted out to the car. It was nothing to look at, my old Ford, but it was clean, it was sound and the knowledge I had picked up doing holiday jobs helping Mike's father in their car repair business had enabled me to do some work on the engine. It ran well, hardly used any oil and hadn't let me down. Yet.

I was on my way down the street when Mike turned the corner in his Mustang on his way to pick up Lynn. They had met because of me. Lynn had driven across with me, just for the ride, when I went to pick up some spares I had ordered. It's funny the way some people seem to have instant attraction. I guessed they were lovers now, but it was none of my business. I loved my sister, at least I did most of the time, and I liked Mike. Good luck to them. I laughed to myself. Lucky Mike! Lynn's a good-looker. Tall, slim, blonde. Takes after Ma. Mike grinned at me as he passed, but he didn't stop.

I reached Suzi's uncle's house at one minute to eight and rang the doorbell. I waited anxiously. I had no idea what I expected but the honey-blonde in the blue mini-dress who opened the door was a pleasant sight to my eyes.

"Suzi?" I said.

"No," she laughed. "I'm her cousin, Karen. You must be Matt. Come in, she won't be a minute."

I followed the blonde into the house. She spoke over her shoulder. "My mom and dad are on vacation at the moment. Suzi's keeping me company while they're away."

"Would you like to come with us?" I asked awkwardly.

She smiled crookedly at me. "No, but it's nice of you to ask. My boyfriend is due back from a trip tonight. You take Suzi, she'll be glad to get out for a change, instead of keeping me company."

A sound behind me made me turn. Another girl stood there, a tentative smile on her face. "Matt?" she asked.

"Suzi?" We both relaxed. I flatter myself. I'm not exactly ugly. An even six feet, a hundred and eighty pounds, most of it muscle, mouse coloured hair which Ma keeps telling me to get cut. I had my clean denims on that night, they were only two weeks old, and a sweatshirt. Suzi was tall and slim, about five-eight, going in and out in all the right places. She had long red hair, green eyes, and was wearing a green cotton shirt and a rust-coloured miniskirt. Low-heeled tan shoes completed her outfit. She was a damn' sight better looking than my last two blind dates!

"Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded. "Let's go, then." She turned to her cousin and hugged her.

"I'll see you later, Kaz."

"Got your key, honey? I might be in bed." Karen smiled broadly. Suzi nodded. "Enjoy yourselves," said Karen. "Don't keep her out too late, Matt. Midnight deadline, OK?" I smiled. She might be back within the hour if we didn't hit it off. I hoped we would. She seemed very nice.

She was nice. She chatted amiably as we drove, bright and cheerful, sitting half-turned to face me. She sympathised with my shortage of funds and agreed readily enough to a trip to the drive-in. Not my favourite choice of venue, but we could always duck out. Six dollars later, we found a decent place in line, hooked up the speaker and settled down. As we watched my heart sank.

It was a low budget horror flick, big on gore and naked tits, sadly short of any redeeming feature, although some of the tits were nice. I glanced at Suzi. She looked bored, but smiled slightly when I caught her eye. I made the sudden decision to ditch the speaker and dropped it out of the window. I think it broke. I'm good at that sort of thing.

"Sorry, Suzi. It's a bummer! How about a soda and some popcorn?" I asked. "Then we can go for a drive or something, if you like. At least the gas tank's full!"

"I'd love a soda, Matt. Diet, please. Don't bother with the popcorn, not for me." She patted her flat stomach. "I put weight on thinking about food!" I didn't believe that for a second. I turned the radio on.

"Find something you like, I'll be back as soon as I can."

I climbed out of the car and hurried towards the snack bar at the rear of the lot. It was busy, people everywhere, but service was quick and I soon had two sodas in plastic-capped paper cups.

Outside again, I decided to use the men's room. I took a leak and washed my hands when a thought struck me. I smiled to myself. Fat chance, with my luck. I had the theory but damned little practice! I glanced around. Sure enough, there was a condom machine. I put a half-dollar in and tucked the little packet in the watch pocket of my jeans. It never hurt to be prepared! I had a dollar left! I picked up the sodas and went back to the car.

Suzi was curled up in the front passenger seat, listening to the radio. She'd found a classical station and a rendering of Debussy's 'Clair de Lune' was being played. We both sat in unspokenly agreed silence until it had finished. I passed Suzi a soda.

"Thanks, Matt," she murmured.

"I don't consider myself a classical piano fan," I told her, "In classical, I prefer Russian orchestral, Rimsky-Korsakov, Borodin, those guys, but I do like Clair de Lune. It is a truly beautiful piece of music."

I sipped my soda and we sat in silence for a few minutes, listening. When we'd finished I took the empty cups and dropped them in a nearby trash can. I climbed back in the car and sat back.

Suzi glanced across at me and smiled. On impulse I took her hand. She squeezed my fingers and slid closer. Encouraged, I put my arm lightly around her shoulders. She slid right across and snuggled against me. I gently stroked her shoulder.

She murmured, wordlessly, almost inaudible. Encouraged, I stroked the back of her neck, massaging. I leaned across and kissed her neck. The scent was faint, flowery, a hint of musk... I kissed her neck again. She sighed contentedly, wordlessly.

"That feels nice," she murmured, squeezing my knee lightly.

I kissed her behind her ear. She moved her hair out of the way, so I blew lightly in her ear. She surprised me. She blew straight back into mine.

I was feeling definitely encouraged by now. Suzi showed no signs of wanting to leave, or to watch the film. It was full dark outside, so no-one could see into the car unless they came up and peered into the window. I considered. Although there was only a relatively small gap between the front seats, which meant that Suzi could snuggle up close to me without any problems, the steering wheel and floor shift certainly did get in the way.

"Suzi," I murmured in her ear.

"Mmm?"

"Shall we get into the back seat? There's more room."

She sat up and looked at me in the gloom, then smiled. "OK."

I climbed through the gap then helped her through, putting my arm around her as we snuggled together. I kissed her throat. Delicious texture.

" 'S nice," she murmured.

I took a chance and kissed her lips. She tasted delicious there too. Nice soft lips, warm. I kissed her again. I could do this all night! Again. Her mouth moved and the tip of her tongue lightly touched mine. Again. She pressed her body against me and squeezed me in her arms. Encouraged, I lightly stroked the front of her shirt.

She pulled away slightly. "Please, Matt. Don't be in such a hurry."

I stroked her neck again and she relaxed. "Keep doing that, it's nice after a hard day," she murmured.

I stroked her back. "And that," she said. I gently massaged her neck and shoulders, crooning wordlessly in her ear. I could feel the tension easing from her. I kissed her ear again, and then her lips. Her arms tightened around me and she moaned softly, her tongue against mine.

I held my breath and gently stroked her shirt again. Suzi stiffened, then took a deep breath and pressed my hand against her breast. It felt nice and soft under her shirt and her breathing deepened as I continued to stroke her, her hands rubbing at my chest and shoulders. I slid my hand down then gently up again under her shirt.

No bra! My hand was lost in a warm softness as Suzi turned her body slightly to help me. I could feel her nipple becoming erect as I continued to stroke her. I dropped my head and sucked her nipple through the cloth. Suzi moaned and made no protest as I unbuttoned her shirt. She moved to let me open it and slid down slightly in the seat as I stroked her belly. I could see her breasts only dimly in the darkness but I knew from touching them that they were full and firm, filling my hand beautifully.

I stroked her belly and could feel the muscles moving under her skin as her body rose to meet my hand. Her tongue twined around mine as I kissed her again, a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found her navel. Her skin felt smooth and silky under my hand. I dropped my head and kissed her belly.

She moaned, whispering in my ear. "I love that... " She ran her fingers through my hair then slid her hands into my sweatshirt and drew her fingernails lightly across my back.

My tongue played across her fragrant skin and she slid further down in the seat to make it easier for me. I kissed her breasts and she began kissing my throat and neck. Her breasts felt wonderful, soft and warm, the nipples erect against my lips. Suzi's breathing was becoming ragged. She squeezed my biceps and moaned softly. I stroked her thigh and she slid down further and pulled me on top of her.

"Ohh! That feels good! That fee-e-e-l-s goo-o-o-o-d!" she moaned.

Her thighs rubbed against mine and she grabbed my ass and squeezed it as I continued to stroke her thigh. Her chest heaved as she kissed me deeply, her tongue twining with mine, saliva mixing.

I stroked her ass, squeezing gently, feeling the softness and warmth.

"Oh my god! You know how to turn me on, you bastard!" she hiccuped. Her hands were moving all over my ass and thighs and I held on as she rocked her hips into mine. I could feel her heart beating wildly as she held me tight and I began gently to stroke her again. She moved under me and moaned very quietly.

"Don't stop, Matt! Please! Don't stop!"

I could feel her hips quivering through the material. She was running her hands up and down along my thighs, moaning wordlessly. I could feel her pelvis bump up against mine. I moved slightly and slid my hand into the top of her miniskirt, down to her panties. My hand was enveloped in a moist warmth as she moved to help me, her hips slowly pulsing as she held me tight.

I slid the zipper of her miniskirt down and she raised her bottom so that I could slide it off her. I stroked her panties, the material silky under my fingers, a gasp from her as I slid my fingernails across her belly just above the elastic. I slid my hand into her panties, easing it down until my fingers reached her pussy.

"Ohhh! Matt!" she moaned softly.

I slid my finger up and down across her clitoris, gently, gently. She squeezed my crotch and her hips pushed against my hand. I pulled gently at her panties and she lifted her ass to let me slide them off. I gently fingered her pussy. My finger was quickly lost in her wetness and she pulled me closer, squirming with delight. Her thighs squeezed together, trapping my hand in softness, her hips pumping slowly against my finger. I kissed her again and she took my face between her hands and put her whole being into returning that kiss. She pulled back and smiled at me, then she pushed my head down and spread her legs.

"Eat me a little, please, Matt," she whispered.

Surprised, but pleased, for this was something I had never dared hope would happen, I slid down, kissing my way down her belly, then let my tongue lap the whole length of her cleft, from the pucker of her anus to the little pink finger of her clitoris, poking from its hood. She was wet with her own desire and I lapped at her greedily.

"Oh, Matt! That... is... s-o-o-o g-o-o-o-o-o-o-d-d!" She stroked my head, mewing. "Ohhh!!! Yes... yes... yes..."

I raised my head and she stared at me, eyes glazed. I struggled out of my sweatshirt and jeans. I think she liked what she saw. When I took off my undershorts she took one look at my erection, hot and hard enough to bore concrete, smiled broadly and licked her lips. I knelt carefully and was just about to enter her when she squirmed wildly away from me.

"Matt! Have you got a rubber?" she asked frantically.

Relieved, I nodded and reached into my jeans, taking out the little foil packet and ripping it open with my teeth. She reached out her hand for it and beckoned me forward. She bent forward suddenly and licked the head of my cock, then straightened and smiled at me.

"Another time, maybe!"

She carefully unrolled the condom onto my rigid cock, then lay back, spread her legs wide and smiled at me.

"Eat me again, first, Matt, please! I'm so close!"

I bent and licked her cunt again. Hot and salty, her juices flowing freely. As I licked her, she began to pant. I chewed gently at her clitoris and thought for a moment she was going into orbit!

"Matt!" she moaned. "Do it to me, baby, do it now! Fuck me, lover, fuck me!"

She was so wet with her own excitement that I sank straight into her. Her cunt was tight, elastic, yielding to my thrusts. We were both very excited and we came very soon, almost simultaneously, the whole car shaking to the results of our climax.

Afterwards, we lay entwined. Outside, the drive-in parking lot was almost deserted except for one or two cars like mine, dark, windows steamy. Absently, I stroked her nipple. She sighed happily and pressed my hand against herself.

"Matt?" she murmured.

"Yeah, baby?" I said.

"Thank you, Matt, that was wonderful." She took my hand from her breast and kissed it, then carefully replaced it. "Was I good?" Her voice was anxious, surprising me.

I sat up and took both of her hands in mine, kissing her knuckles. "The most incredible experience of my life," I said earnestly and honestly. "You were fantastic!"

She sighed. "I wish my first time had been you."

"Too late for that, sweetheart." I hugged her tightly. "But please, Suzi, let there be another time for me!"

"Oh, yes, Matt! Yes! There will be." She hugged me, hard, then pulled back. "Matt?"

"Yes, honey?"

"There's a dance on at college next week. I wasn't planning to go, as I don't have a partner."

"You have now, if you want one."

"Please."

"You're on! Formal?"

"Yes." She grimaced. "Never mind, I have a lovely dress. It shows most of my tits!" She laughed. "You haven't seen them yet. It's too dark in here. I'm quite proud of them."

"I can put the light on." I'd sure like to see you, Suzi.

"No!" she said quickly. "Someone might see."

"They felt and tasted good to me!" I rubbed a hole in the steam on the window and peered out. All was dark.

"What time is it, Matt?"

"Five to twelve." I stifled a yawn.

"You'd better take me home," she murmured sadly.

When we got back to Suzi's uncle's house about fifteen minutes later, all appeared to be quiet, but when we went in Karen's voice came out of the darkness.

"Enjoy yourselves?" A lamp was switched on and Karen blinked owlishly at us from the couch.

"Yes, we did," said Suzi. "Jimmy get home OK?" she asked.

"Yeah!" Karen smiled reminiscently. "He left about quarter to twelve. Poor baby was all in. He'd been driving for ten hours." She yawned hugely, like a cat, then covered her mouth, embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm tired. I guess I'll turn in. Don't sit up too long." She stood, sketched a wave to me and went out towards the stairs.

"Excuse me, Matt," said Suzi. "I'll be right back." She hurried after Karen. I heard muffled conversation from the foot of the stairs, then Karen's giggle. Suzi came back grinning.

"What's the joke?" I asked. She glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that Karen had gone upstairs.

"Jimmy. He was so tired that he fell asleep in mid-fuck! Karen says she had to put him on his back and finish it off herself. She reckons he came in his sleep!" Suzi laughed. "It must have been fun!" She sobered. "I guess you'd better go home now, Matt. I promised Karen I'd be up soon."

"When can I see you again."

"Tomorrow?" She smiled, her eyebrows raised.

"In the morning?"

"Sure. What time?"

"About nine? Or is that too early? It is Saturday, after all."

"See you at nine, then." She smiled happily. "I'll cook you breakfast, if you want?"

"Great! Now come here, I want a goodnight kiss!" It was a long one and she didn't object to my hand under her shirt again. She couldn't really. Her hand was inside my jeans.

To Be Continued...

Suzi Ch. 1



As I stepped out of the back office to go talk to Bill, my boss, my way was blocked by Suzi Wilson, standing in the middle of the aisle talking to Cathy, the secretary. I heard Suzi say, "... and I'm out of this place as soon as I find a good man to put a baby in my belly."

"Well," I muttered sotto voce, as I walked past, " I'm safe. I shoot blanks." 

It was unlikely I was heard, because Suzi never hears anything the first time. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but think about Suzi and what she had said. She looked like a typical air head. Blond hair she fluffs with her hand, blue eyes she flutters all the time, nice rack (about C-cup I guessed), and a body that made grown men weep with desire. She couldn't be stupid. She would not have passed the training if she was. But what a stupid thing to say. Throw away a good job and career to get pregnant and be a Mommy. Hadn't she heard that women were supposed to be independent and liberated? 

"Oh, well," I thought, "not my problem!"

Bill was in his office when I got there. I told him how much I needed to get out of the office and back on the road. "OK," said Bill, "I can put you back to work on one condition. You have to have a helper to do all the carrying. I won't take a chance on you hurting your back again."

"Thank you, Bill," I said. "Whatever you want, just let me out of the office."

"Go back to the office today. I'll check the schedules and get you a helper starting tomorrow."

The next day was a beautiful spring day. I was glad to go to work for the first time in three months. Once in the office I had to wait until everyone else got their assignment for the day. Finally, it was just Bill and me. 

"OK, Tim," said Bill, "I have an easy assignment for you and here comes your helper now."

I turned around to see Suzi walk in. Hoping my smile was sincere, but not feeling it, I said, "Great!"

Fairly bouncing up and down with excitement, Suzi clapped her hands together and gushed, "Oh, Timmy, I'm so happy we're going to be working together! What can I do first?"

"You can grow up," I thought, but said, "Here, take my keys and start the van. Make sure we have everything we'll need and wait for me to come out. And please don't call me Timmy."

"Okay!" she said, giggling, and turning, wiggled out of the room.

I turned back to Bill. "Please tell me you're joking. I can't put up with that little girl giggle all day long. She can't be the only one you have, can she?"

"Look, Tim, you're the only man in the office who doesn't salivate when she's around. If I put her with anyone else, they wouldn't get any work done. I know it's been rough on you since your wife died, but a grumpy old curmudgeon like you just might be able to calm her down. I'm sorry, but she is the only one I have right now."

"I'll do my best, Bill. Just don't expect miracles."

Out at the van, everything was just the way I had asked for. The van was started and warmed up, all the supplies were stocked, and all the trash had even been thrown away. 

"Good job," I said, "would you like to drive?"

She looked so pleased, as if I had given her a gold medal or something. "You're going to let me drive? Oh, neat! No one ever lets me drive, they always act like I don't know how or something. Thank you, Timmy."

"The van is a little tricky to drive. I'll guide you if you need it. Go ahead and get in. We're going to 2590 Industrial Drive. Stop at the 7-11 on Main street and I'll buy you some coffee. And don't call me Timmy."

She got behind the wheel, and, much to my surprise, drove smoothly and safely to the 7-11. I bought her a cup of coffee, and an apple. I offered to buy her a donut, but she said it wasn't healthy. I was impressed.

"You don't drink coffee?" she asked as we got back into the van. 

"I do," I said, taking a thermos out of my lunch bag, "but I prefer to brew my own at home and bring it along. 7-11 coffee is always too weak and bitter for me. I grind my own beans and use a French press."

"Oh, wow! I'd sure like to try some."

To an older woman I would have said, "Do you know the difference between sex and fried eggs? I'll make breakfast for you, sweetheart." I didn't want to go there with this Valley Girl, so I said, "I'll bring you some tomorrow."

When there is something that has to be said, the sooner the better. "I have to talk to you about something, Suzi," I said. "I see how the other men in the office act around you. They're like bees around honey. I'll not be like that. I will treat you like an intelligent adult and a respected fellow worker. In exchange, I want you to drop the air head routine. It's really not who I think you are. Do you understand?"

Suzi looked deflated, like a puppy that had been scolded. "Yes, sir, I understand."

"Good," I said. "Now let's get to work."

The job was a simple installation of five DSL lines, plus testing. We were finished by 3:30 PM and since we had nothing else, I had Suzi drive to a remote, shady park, where we could relax until quitting time. 

I looked over a Suzi and said, "May I ask you a question?"

"Okay. If I can ask you one."

"Did you mean it when you told Cathy all you wanted was a baby, and then you would quit and be a Mommy?"

Suzi looked embarrassed, "I said a good man and a baby. Yeah, I kinda meant it. What most women want is a good man to love them and to have children. All I've ever wanted to be is a housewife and mother. I know it's not PC, but , damn it, it's what I want." After a pause she said, "Now you answer a question."

"Okay, go ahead," I said.

"What did you mean when you said you shoot blanks?"

"My wife and I had three children. After our son was born, we didn't want any more, so I had a vasectomy. I can no longer impregnate thanks to the wonders of modern surgery."

"That seems so drastic. What if something had happened to one of your children?"

"Additional children will not cure a broken heart from losing one. You can't replace a child. If something had happened, we would have accepted it. We were lucky, our daughters are both grown and married. Our son has a girlfriend he lives with, but they're not ready to marry or have kids yet. I'm happy that my wife was able to see them all grown."

"Timmy, what happened to your wife? You never laugh or smile. Your friends say you were different before."

"My wife was killed in an auto accident by a drunk driver." I was quiet for a few minutes. "And don't call me Timmy."

After that we talked about unimportant things. I found out she was twenty-two years old, the same age as my son, and half my age minus three years. 

I brought her some of my coffee the next day. She loved it. That made me feel good. We didn't get another chance to go to the park for over a week. When we did, I got a blanket out of the back so we could lie in the sun. 

"Suzi, would it bother you if I take off my shirt and get some tan?" I said.

"No, go ahead," she said. "I have some sun tan lotion. I'll put some on your back, if you'd like."

"Thank you," I said and took my shirt off and lie down on my stomach. She moved over beside me and started to rub the lotion in. 

"You have hair on your back, you know," she said. "I haven't seen that since my Dad."

"Comes with age," I said. "I can't do anything about it. You'll have to look away if it bothers you."

"It doesn't bother me." She finished and lie down on the other side of the blanket. She must have had trouble getting comfortable, because I heard her moving around. Then she said, "Okay, your turn."

"My turn to what?" I asked and looked over at her. She had taken off her shirt and was lying on her stomach, with her bra undone. "Your turn to rub in the lotion, Timmy."

"Whoa. Ah. Er. Oh. Uhmm." was all I could say. I moved to her and started to rub the lotion in. Her skin felt better than it looked, and, boy, did it look good. Her back was flawless. Smooth as silk, warm from the sun and shiny from the lotion. I finished rubbing as quickly as I could to avoid any future harassment charges.

"Thanks, Timmy," she said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. And I trust you, or I wouldn't do this."

I didn't even think to tell her to not call me Timmy.

When it was time to go, I looked away as she hooked her bra and put on her shirt. She had a strange look on her face when I turned back. "You're quite a gentleman," she said, and went back to the van.

The next Friday we were working in a dark basement, connecting Category 5 communication cable, then testing the lines. Suzi had just finished closing the cover of the interface when she suddenly screamed and threw her arms around me. She was shivering so badly, and pressing so hard against me, I thought she was going to crawl into my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her and said, "What? What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"Spider," she squeaked. "There's a spider there. A big hairy one!"

I lead her out of the basement, holding her tight and stroking her hair. "It's OK," I said. "I won't let it hurt you. It's OK. It's gone now. You can calm down."

I must admit, to felt wonderful having her in my arms. She was still shivering, and had her face buried in my chest. After a few moments, she sniffed and looked up into my eyes. I think my heart stopped for a second as I looked into her adoring eyes. I knew she would let me kiss her if I wanted to. I did want to, but I didn't kiss her. Instead I smiled and said, "It's all right. Everyone is afraid of something. I won't laugh at you."

She looked surprised. I wasn't sure if it was from my kind tone of voice, or because I smiled. "I love your gray eyes," she said.

"Thank you. Wait here while I get our tools." Mr. Spider was all of a quarter inch long. Phobias are hell, I know because I have a few of my own.

It was the end of the day, so we went back to the office. I waited until everyone else had left to talk to Bill.

"Suzi's working out better than I thought she would, Bill. She's smarter than she acts, she can follow instructions and she does good work. You can leave her with me if you want."

"That's fine, Tim," Bill said. "I can't help but notice she's acting a lot different now. What are you doing?

"I treat her like an intelligent adult. She responds to being treated with respect." With that, I went home.

After dinner and cleaning up, I sat down at my computer to catch up on my e-mail. I had just logged on when the door bell rang. "It figures," I thought, "always happens just as I log on. Probably some salesman."

It was Suzi standing at my door. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I wanted to thank you for today. You were very kind. May I come in?"

"Yes, of course," I said and stepped aside. "Can I get you something to drink? Water? Juice? Beer? Here, please, sit down."

"A beer would be nice," she said and sat down at the kitchen table. 

I poured two beers into glasses and gave one to her. She looked at the glass and said, "No one has ever poured one into a glass for me before. All men have ever wanted was to get me drunk. You're not like that. You treat me nice and you're always a gentleman. May, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Will you...I mean, could you...I mean, may I...I mean, Oh God, Timmy. This is so hard. I've never had to ask a man this before."

"It's okay. Ask. What do you want?"

"Oh, Tim, may I... I mean, would it be okay if I... I mean, Oh No." With that she covered her face with her hands and started crying.

I reached over and took hold of her hands. "What is it, Suzi? Tell me."

"Oh, Tim. Would you let me stay here with you tonight? You're a good man and I want you to make love to me."

I was stunned. I was speechless. 

"Oh, no. I've insulted you. I'm so sorry. I'll go." Suzi stood up and ran out the door. That woke me up and I ran after her. I caught her on the front porch. She was still crying. 

"It's okay. You can stay. You're welcome to stay. No. No, that's not right. Suzi, I want you to stay with me. I want you to share my bed. I want you to, to, no, wait. What I'm saying is, Yes, I want you."

We went back inside and sat down at the table. "Why, Suzi? Why would you want me when you can have any man in the office? Hell, any man in the world."

"Oh, Timmy, all I've ever been is a pretty face and nice tits. You treat me like a real person. You wouldn't even look when I was exposed. It's nice to be respected for myself for once. And even though you look and act like an old grump, you're very kind and understanding. I'm terrified of spiders. You didn't laugh or make fun of me. I feel safe with you. I want to lie in the arms of a man who makes me feel safe."

"I can give you that. I hope you're not disappointed."

"I won't be, Timmy. I mean, Tim."

Moving to her, I pulled her up to stand in front of me. My arms slid around her waist and over her back. I felt her shivering, but not from fear this time. She buried her face in my chest, then slid her arms around my neck. She looked up into my eyes and pulled my lips down to hers. A lovers first kiss is always memorable, and this one sure was. Her lips were cool and soft, but quickly grew in heat and pressure. A low whimpering sound came from her throat when my tongue slid gently to her lips. The tips of our tongues danced with each other, then went exploring on their own. 

She gasped when we broke the kiss. I kissed over to her ear and slid my tongue along her neck to the bottom. She tasted of sweat and smelled of vanilla. She pitched forward against me until I was holding her up with my arms. "Do you want me to carry you to the bedroom?" I whispered into her ear.

"No, Tim. I don't want you to hurt your back. Guide me there, and hurry!"

We were in the bedroom in a flash. When she started to undress I grabbed her hands and said, "Wait, let me do it. It's very erotic for me to undress a woman."

"Okay," she said, "But don't go too slow. I. Want. You. NOW."

Her shirt was unbuttoned in a flash, and tossed aside. I reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, then let it slip to the floor. She had a small rose tattoo on the upper inside of her left breast, right over her heart. I grasped one tit in each hand and leaned down and kissed the rose. Looking into her eyes, I said, "I love tattoos on a woman. Do you have any more?"

"I'm not telling," she said, grinning. "You'll just have to look for yourself."

With a smile and a raised eyebrow, I said, "Let the hunt begin."

I knelt down and untied her shoes and helped her take them off. I found a small heart tattoo on her right ankle when I slid her socks off. Moving behind her, I reached around and opened her belt, unsnapped the button of her jeans and lowered the zipper. I put my hands inside her jeans, on her hips and pushed down. The jeans fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. Wearing only bikini panties, she turned and stood before me.

"Only one thing more, Tim. I want you to have everything."

She came into my arms, a warm, soft, beautiful, bundle of woman. She put her arms around my waist and held me close. The fit was perfect, as if she had been made to be there. Maybe she was.

My thumbs slid under the elastic of the panties as I kissed her lips. With my arms stiff, I kissed down her neck, down her chest to her navel, pushing the panties to the floor. She stepped out of them. She had a full thatch of light brown pubic hair and a four pointed star tattoo around her navel. Running my fingers through the hair, I said, "Would you let me trim this off sometime?"

"Any time you want, as often as you want."

I leaned into the hair and kissed it, then I kissed down to her slit and licked. 

"NO! No, stop," she said. "I'm not clean and I smell bad. I want to kiss you a lot more and I don't want to kiss that odor. Let me take a shower."

"Let US take a shower," I said. 

Standing up, I lead the way to the bathroom and turned on the water. When the water was the right temperature, we got in. I soaped her from neck to toes, then started to rub. She was a delightfully slippery water nymph, giggling and rubbing against me. Soapy skin is a joy to rub, but doesn't taste very good, a lesson I relearned when I sucked on a nipple. The look on my face caused her to laugh uncontrollably, which caused her to get the hiccups. 

"O(hic)kay, Mister! Your turn to (hic) get clean. Gimme the soap(hic)."

I handed her the soap, which slipped out of her hand. When she bent over to retrieve it, I was able to make sure her labia was nice and clean. Take my word for it, soapy pussy is very pleasant to rub. (As is non-soapy pussy, come to think of it.)

"Oh, yessss! That (hic) feels nice. Would you like to (hic) make sure it's clean inside(hic)?"

"Soon enough, Missy. Your turn to clean me." 

She washed me from neck to toes, making sure to get the painfully hard equipment thoroughly clean. I had to keep telling her, "Only one stroke. One stroke! Stop it now, one stroke or else."

"Or else (hic) what, Mister Hairy Back? (hic) Are you going to thrash (hic) me with your rod?(hic) Get your (hic) furry butt under the (hic) water." Then she pushed me under the water and rubbed the soap off.

I leaned back and enjoyed to water running down my body. Suzi kneeled down in front of me and took my penis into her mouth. Getting a blow job from a woman with the hick-ups is something every man should experience at least once in a lifetime. Moans, groans, gasps, and sucks, punctuated by involuntary squeezing when a hiccup hit took me to the edge and beyond. I cum, hard. To her credit, Suzi swallowed all of it.

With a smile, she licked her lips and said, "You taste pretty good for an old guy. Got any more where that came from?"

"Not yet, but I'm working on it. Hey! Guess what! You don't have the hiccups anymore."

"What do you know! I never knew sperm was a cure. Learn something new every day!"

"Shall we retire to the bedroom, before the night is too far gone?"

"Oh, yes. Last one on the covers does the eating!" 

I made sure she got there first. She was lying flat on her back in the middle of the bed when I came in, five seconds after her. I stood at the foot of the bed and bent over and kissed her toes, then her ankles, and up to her knees. I put my index fingers between her thighs and lightly pushed them apart. Her legs spread wide open like the gates of heaven welcoming a pilgrim. 

Her nether lips were swollen and glossy with dampness. I kissed my way from her left knee to her beautiful cunt. I pressed my lips to her pussy and just kissed. Her hips started to jerk up and down and she shook all over. "Yes, Oh yes. OH!" she moaned and went rigid all over.

Her eyes were glazed when I looked into them. "You cum from a kiss?" I asked.

"Oh, God! Is that bad?"

"Not in my book. But it is a first. And don't call me God."

Stretching out beside her, I gathered her into my arms. "Would you mind being on top?" I said.

"My favorite. Can we wait a few minutes until I stop quivering?" 

"Whenever you're ready." I said, then rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so she lay half on top of me. After about five minutes she swung her leg over me and sat up. Raising up on her knees, she reached between her legs and grasped my dick and lined it up to her opening. She settled down on me and I slid into the warm velvet walls of heaven. 

We stayed still for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensation. I let her lead, and she started to rock forward and back, slowly. When she went forward, I came out about half way, then she slowly rocked back and slid me all the way back in. The iron man was back and I had no overwhelming need to cum. I knew I would last as long as needed.

Every time she rocked, she let out a little gasp, "Oh" when she went forward, "gah" when she went back. "Oh, gah. Oh, gah. Oh, gah." I kept my hands on her waist and watched her face. She had the thousand mile stare. Her eyes were open, but I don't think she was looking at anything. I moved my hands up to her breasts as I put my lips to her nipples. She looked down at me with glazed eyes. 




Suzi Ch. 1



"Oh, yeah!" she said and started a series of short, hard bounces, saying, "oh" every time she came down. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Finally, she stopped, wiggled her hips a little and collapsed on top of me.

"I can't stay in this position. My legs are cramping. What can I do to make you cum?" she said.

"We have to change position. Stand up. Turn around. Bend over and grab hold of the foot board. Enjoy!" I stepped behind her, lined myself up to her pussy and rammed in. This was a position that was safe for my back. By grabbing hold of her hips, I was able to slam into her with serious vigor. She showed her appreciation by slamming herself back against me. 

There is a special kind of friction between a penis and vagina in this position. An extra tightness because her legs are together. The tightness helped me build up to a climax, and when I cum, it was strong enough to leave me weak kneed. When my ejaculations stopped, Suzi turned around and hugged me tight. She didn't seen to mind the juice tickling down her legs. "Let's lie down." she said, pulling me down onto the bed. 

"You're kind of messy, Love, would you like a tissue?"

"No," Suzi replied, "I like being filled with you. Let's leave it there and sleep now."

We hardly had time to get under the covers before we were asleep. I awoke once during the night to find Suzi sound asleep firmly tucked under my arm, her head on my shoulder and her arm around me. It felt comfortable and right, so I fell back to sleep.

I woke up at 5:30 AM, later than I normally do. Carefully easing myself out of bed, I slipped on some boxers and a T-shirt, and went to the bathroom. Afterward, I went down to the kitchen and started to make the coffee.

At about 6:00 AM, Suzi stumbled into the kitchen, hair rumpled, sleepy looking, and wearing one of my work shirts. "I love your ensemble, and the shirt looks nice on you, too." I said as I gathered her into my arms. "You know we have a problem. I may be a good man but I..."

Just then the back door opened and my son, Ben, walked in. Suzi squeaked and jumped behind me. I turned to Ben and said, "Good morning, Ben. I'd like you to meet Suzi Wilson. Suzi is my co-worker and helper. Suzi, this is my son, Ben."

It was fun watching the two of them. Ben had an incredulous look on his face, as if seeing a young woman wearing only a shirt in my arms was the last thing he ever expected. It probably was. Suzi had an astonished look on her face. Most people get that look when they see Ben and me together for the first time. I have been told Ben looks just like me, only years younger. It would make my wife mad, but I always used to say that we must not have had a milk man when he was conceived. There is no doubt Ben is my son.

Suzi snapped out of it first, extending her hand, she said, "How do you do, Ben. It's plain to see you're going to be a very good looking man in about twenty or so years."

Ben said, "Whoa! Ah. Er. Oh. Uhmm." The boy has the same gift of gab as I do. Finally he said, "How do you do. I didn't really expect to see anyone here with Dad. Umm, I guess you two work pretty close."

"I guess you could say that, Ben." I said. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"I don't think so, thanks, Dad. I'll be going now. Give me a call when you're not so busy."

Ben whispered to me as he went out. After closing and locking the door behind him, I turned back to Suzi with a smirk on my lips.

"Okay, what did he say?" Suzi asked with narrowed eyes.

"He said, 'Way to go, Dad!' I don't think I've seen him this surprised since I told him I like my women the way I like my coffee." 

Suzi put her arms around my waist and up under the T-shirt. "And just how do you like your women, Mr. Hot Stuff?"

"Strong, Sweet, Hot...and Wet"

"Oh, yeah? Do I fit your criteria?"

"To a T," I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. "Or maybe to a work shirt. But we still have to talk. Sit down and I'll pour you some think drink. It's easier for me to talk with a mug of coffee in my hands."

"Think drink?" asked Suzi.

"Yeah, that's what we called it in college. It's your best friend when you have to study all night. That's how I got hooked on it. Everyone needs a little vice. Now I have two. Coffee, and you." I poured two mugs full and gave one to Suzi. "Sugar and spoons are on the table."

Pulling a chair out, I sat down facing her. "Suzi," I started, "I am very flattered you slept with me and even more that you think I'm a good man, but have you thought it through? You know I can't give you a child. I've been unable to father children for as long as you've been alive, and I know how important it is to you. "

"I know all that, Tim. If I have to make a choice, I choose a man to share my life with. Dreams change, and we can never know what's going to happen. I know I want to be with you now. Many women never get any of their dreams, at least I have part of mine." 

Having said that, she stood up and stepped in front of me. She put a hand on each side of my face, and leaned over and kissed me softly. "You're a rock of a man, Tim. Better to be with you for as long as possible, than any other girlish dream."

She kissed me again, while siting down on my lap, facing me with her legs spread wide around mine. The work shirt parted to reveal everything up to her navel, exposing her pussy to my hungry eyes. I put one hand on each thigh, then slid my hands up to her breasts. 

She moaned into my mouth and lowered her right hand to my crotch, grasping my hardening cock. Fishing it out of my boxers, she stroked it until I was moaning too. With a deft move, she aimed me upward, hopped up to line us up and smoothly slid herself down around me. If this were an Olympic event, she would have gotten a 10 and a gold metal.

Her breasts were directly in front of my face, but under the shirt. I grabbed the hem of the shirt, then pulled it up over her head, off her arms and threw it behind me. With my hands on her back, I pulled Suzi's tits to my mouth and started sucking. Her nipples became hard lumps of erectile tissue, wet from my tongue and needful of my attention.

Then she started to ride the pony.

She rocked her hips forward and back, while rising up, then dropping back down on me. Slide back, rise up, rotate forward, drop down. She slammed her clit against my pubic bone, scrapped it across the hair, then repeated. Suzi put her hands behind my head and pulled me hard against her tits. 

Sucking each nipple hard, not painfully, but close, I gave each breast it's due, making them both red from my overnight stubble. Or was it sexual excitement that turned her breasts that color? I moved my hands down to her fanny, helping her rise and fall.


Suzi threw her head back, starting low, but building to a crescendo, she gasped, moaned and panted out, " Oh, Timmy. Yes. Oh, oh, oh. Timmy! Timmy! Yes! Now! Now! OH!" and started to bounce straight up and down, slamming herself hard on me. "Cum with me, Timmy, cum with me!"

That was one request I had no trouble fulfilling, and with my face pressed between her tits, I shot my morning load into her.

I was light headed from the release, so all I could do was hold her and catch my breath. Suzi had collapsed against me, her arms around me, with her head on my shoulder. We held each other, basking in the afterglow. Although I became soft, because we fit together so well, my penis didn't slip out of her.

After several minutes, Suzi raised her head. "I'm sorry I called you Timmy. I forgot myself."

"So long as you don't call me that at work, you have my permission to call me Timmy anytime, especially when you're cumming. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you last night. I talked to Bill and had you assigned as my helper permanently. From now on, we're a team. Is that all right?"

"Timmy, it's more than all right. I can't imagine working with anyone else. I know this is premature to say, given we've worked together such a short time, but I think you need to know. I'm falling in love with you."

"Considering how you're sitting now, that's a good thing. Confession time, Suzi, I'm falling too. This may be too soon to bring this up, but how do you feel about adoption?"

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Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, it was a lot of fun writing it. Please vote. Part Two should be ready within a week. Special math quiz, how old is Tim? Send me some feedback with your answer, and how you liked the story. Thank You!



Suzi Ch. 2



Pt. II: The Cabin


Next morning, I was around for Suzi at ten to nine. She saw me getting out of the car and came out to meet me, shapeless in a sloppy tracksuit, taking my hand to walk back up the path to the house.

"What do you want for breakfast, Matt? Kaz and I usually just have juice and toast."

"That'll do me fine." I didn't tell her that I'd already had a bowl of cereal, scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee with Ma and Lynn.

Karen greeted me cheerfully as I went in, waving a piece of toast. "Morning, Matt. My baby cousin tells me you gave her a good time last night." There was an undertone in her voice that told me that Suzi had been very candid with her cousin. I flushed slightly and Karen grinned impishly at me.

"Don't mind me, Matt. What you two do is your business. Enjoy yourselves." I laughed at her cheerful encouragement.

Suzi busied herself with toast and juice and put them before me with a flourish.

"Right, Matt. You eat that and I'll go and dress. There's only me under here," she said, pulling at her tracksuit. My cock twitched at the thought as she laughed and went out.

As soon as she was out of the room, Karen grabbed my arm, her face serious. "Matt, I know you two fucked last night, 'cos Suzi told me." She held her hand up as I made to speak. "Listen!" she said urgently. "Suzi never fucked on a first date before. In fact she hardly ever fucked at all before. Her last boyfriend, Jack Selzman, treated her badly and she hasn't been out with anybody for months. I think she totally lost confidence in herself. It was Sally's idea that she should go out with you when Mike said you were looking for a date. I persuaded her that it was high time she went out again. I know your sister, Lynn, and she said you were OK." Karen smiled faintly. "When I got the big sister loyalty filtered out, you still sounded all right."

"Thank you for that, sis," I muttered. I buttered and swallowed a piece of toast.

"Matt! I'm not trying to stop you. I just want Suze to be all right. She came home on a high last night. I've haven't seen her so happy for ages. Be nice to her."

"I plan to be. I like Suzi, a hell of a lot. OK, we fucked. I thought she was wonderful and I think she liked it, too."

"She did! She told me so!" Karen gazed at me solemnly. "Suzi says it's the first time she ever came from having a cock inside her." She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of a door closing upstairs. She fumbled frantically in her purse and then gave me a small packet. "There's a dozen there. I hope it's enough." She grinned vividly as I realised she'd given me a pack of rubbers. "Use them well! Remember, Suzi's not on the pill. Don't be selfish!"

"I won't. My word on it." I stuffed the packet in my pocket. Karen smiled and nodded as Suzi came back into the kitchen. She was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt and a pair of cut-off denims, battered sneakers and had her hair tied back in a pony tail. Without make-up she looked even younger than her eighteen years.

"What are we going to do today, then, Matt?" she asked, kissing my ear as she went past to sit on one of the breakfast-bar stools.

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Any preferences?"

She turned to Karen. "Do you still want those photographs for Jimmy, Kaz?"

Karen flushed, surprising me, but nodded. "Yes. I do." She turned to me. "Are you any good with a camera, Matt?"

"I have been known to get the end with the glass in pointed in the right direction," I responded lightly.

"Lynn said you won the first prize in O'Hehir's competition," said Karen. O'Hehir was the local Nikon and Canon dealer with a chain of shops along the coast. He sponsored a competition each year for high school and university students. I'd been lucky to win with a landscape that presented itself to me in the aftermath of a whirlwind on a trip to Texas. I nodded to Karen.

"Yes, last year. A lucky shot of whirlwind damage in Texas."

"That was yours?" asked Suzi excitedly. Oh, Matt, that picture was fantastic!"

"What are you like with people?" said Karen.

"I think I've got my portfolio in the trunk. Shall I get it?" I was curious. There was an excited undertone from the two of them that I didn't understand.

"Would you, Matt? Please?" said Karen. I shrugged.

"No problem, I'll be back in a moment." I swallowed the last of my toast and went out to the car. My camera bag was there too, so I took it and the portfolio into the house. There were some photos in the portfolio that I had never intended anyone other than myself to see, but somehow I knew I should leave them in. Three nude self-portraits, luckily not erect, or I'd really be embarrassed, taken to study the play of light and shadow on human skin. I had some others, taken at a studio with a hired model, but she'd known too much about posing and I felt I could do better with an amateur without preconceptions. That was why I'd practised on myself. If someone like Suzi or Karen would model for me, I'd be over the moon.

I handed the portfolio to Karen. "Have a look in there. I'm just off to the bathroom. If someone would point me in the right direction." I flushed slightly at the unconscious pun but either they missed it or they ignored it. Karen pointed vaguely towards the hallway.

"Second door, Matt."

When I came back a few minutes later they were engrossed in the portfolio, so I sat quietly. Eventually, Karen turned to me and held up two photographs. One of my nude self-portraits and one of Jenny, the professional model.

"Which one came first?" she asked, smiling slightly.

I pointed. "Jenny, last summer."

"Who's Jenny?" asked Suzi, too casually.

"A professional model. She's the daughter of a friend of Ma's. She posed for me at a discount!"

Karen and Suzi laughed.

"When did you take this one?" asked Karen.

"About a month ago," I replied. "I tried to make it a pattern, light and shade, you know the sort of thing."

"You succeeded, I think. The difference is noticeable."

"I felt a little inhibited with Jenny. She knew the poses before I did."

"It shows, a little," said Karen. She took a deep breath. "Matt, will you take some nudes of me? I want some for Jimmy. A surprise present. It's his birthday next month."

I blinked, but answered straight away. "I'd be honoured."

"I'll pay for the materials," she said quickly.

"Karen, I never surrender my negatives." I held up my hand as she made to speak. "Hang on a moment. I never surrender my negatives, but I'm prepared to undertake that the only people who will see the pictures will be me and you and anyone else only with your permission. In writing if you like, I don't mind. Either way, it's a contract so far as I'm concerned."

"OK by me, Matt." She laughed. "It wouldn't be the end of the world if someone saw me bare-ass naked anyway, but I'll accept your undertaking."

"Fine, when do you want to do it?"

"Jimmy's away again, I won't see him until next weekend. Today's Saturday, so today or tomorrow would be best. Could you have them processed by next weekend?"

"No problem. Next question, where?"

"I thought perhaps the back yard. No-one can see in," she said hesitantly. I glanced at Suzi who hadn't uttered a word yet, but she just smiled and gestured as if to say, 'carry on, pal, you're doing ok'.

I opened the camera bag and took out my light meter. "Show me the way."

Karen's back yard was fine except for one thing. It was boring as hell in terms of background. I frowned.

"Something wrong?" asked Karen, disappointment on her face.

"I think the background is lacking in ..." I shrugged and gestured. "Pizazz!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Dad is one hell of a tidy gardener. Indoors?" she asked.

The living room had possibilities, except that the big picture window would allow anyone to see in. Drawing the drapes would mean using flash and I prefer natural light whenever possible.

Karen's bedroom was fine, except that it too overlooked the street. Suzi's bedroom, the guest room, was too small and Karen point blank refused to use her parents' room.

Karen was disappointed, I could tell. So was I, because I'd got myself used to the idea that I was going to see her naked. I had a feeling that Suzi might join in, although she'd been a little subdued, but in fact it was Suzi who solved the problem.

"How about Dad's cabin?" she asked.

"That's it!" said Karen, excitedly. She turned to me eagerly. "Suzi's folk have a cabin at Bear Lake. Uncle Jack has had it a long time; it has no near neighbours because he bought a good plot of land with it. It has its own bay and best of all it's right at the far end of the lake from all the other cabins. No-one comes anywhere near it!"

"It's Saturday. Let's stay overnight," said Suzi. She turned to me. "Is that OK, Matt?"

"Great by me. I'll have to go home and grab a change of clothes. I'll get film as well. Black and white or colour, Karen?"

"Both?"

"Great. See you back here in forty minutes!" I made to go but Suzi grabbed me.

"Not so fast, Matt. Kiss me first!" I think we both put a promise into that kiss. Karen was looking very thoughtful when we broke the clinch. I waved and dashed out.

Fifty minutes later we were out of town and onto the two-lane blacktop leading to Bear Lake.

"Do you girls want to stop for lunch anywhere on the way?"

"All the food we're going to need is in that big cooler bag I made you put in the trunk," said Karen. "We'll not need anything, except possibly gas."

"The tank's nearly full. We shouldn't need any."

"Next stop, Bear Lake."

Shortly after twelve-thirty I turned off the blacktop at Suzi's direction and onto a dirt road. A hand-lettered sign saying 'Kendrick' pointed the way. Ten minutes later I pulled off the track and into a parking spot hidden in a stand of pines. Suzi and Karen grabbed their bags and mine and I took the cooler bag and my camera bag.

The cabin was built of hand-hewn timber and local stone and looked as if it belonged. There were two bedrooms, a double and a twin. A living-room, floored with polished timber and furnished with comfortable couches and a scattering of rugs went almost the full length of the cabin. The kitchen, with dining annex, was at one end and the bedrooms made up the back wall. The girls put their bags into the double so I threw mine into the twin.

"The sun is too high for interesting light at the moment, Karen. Any thoughts on particular locations? I confess, I've seen about five possibilities already." I was keen to start but the noon light would have been too harsh and not nearly directional enough to be interesting.

"I'll let you be the judge, Matt. Want to eat? Or shall we swim?"

"A swim would be nice. Can you wear something loose afterwards, so that there are no strap marks to show?"

"I don't think that need be a problem. Eh, Suzi?"

"No problem at all, cousin Kaz. Let's swim!"

Before I realised what was happening, the two of them had discarded their clothes in the bedroom and trooped out naked as jaybirds and down to the lake shore. I stood bemused for a moment, then shrugged, threw my clothes into my own room and followed them down to the water.

They were waiting for me at the water's edge. I don't know if it was the sight of the two of them naked but my prick was semi-stiff and they were both eyeing it. It was the first time I'd had a real chance to see Suzi naked. The drive-in didn't count because it had been too dark to see her properly. She'd said she was proud of her tits. She had cause. They were full and firm, standing out proudly from her chest, large areolas and erect nipples. If I had to guess I'd say a 34B. They look bigger because she has quite a narrow back. Her waist was slim, her hips shapely; definitely a woman's hips but not too wide. Her pubic hair was the same shade of red as her head, neatly trimmed to her bikini line.

Karen was an inch or so shorter than Suzi's five-eight, and a few pounds more voluptuous. Probably 36C, but firm and proud. Slimmer waist, slightly bigger hips, a perfect hour-glass. She was a natural blonde, I noticed.

I came up to them at the water's edge and took both their hands. "Are we swimming, ladies?"

In answer they began tugging me into the water.

Two hours later we were sitting around the table in the kitchen, still naked, eating cold chicken salad and drinking a crisp Chablis that Karen had liberated from her father's cellar. We had been discussing everything but photography, but I thought the time had come to think about the shots we were planning to take.

"Karen?" I said into a lull in the animated argument Suzi and Karen were having about the relevant merits of television.

"Yeah, Matt?"

"Jimmy doesn't know about these photographs. Right?"

"Right."

"How would he feel about another guy seeing you naked? Like me, for instance."

"I dunno, Matt. Jimmy's not the jealous type, but you could have a point."

"Suzi? How good are you with a camera?"

"OK," said Suzi, grinning at me. "Not in your class, but competent. I know the basics and I have a good eye for composition, or so my art teacher tells me."

"Well how about if I set the shots up and Suzi finishes them off, Karen? That way, you don't need to mention me to Jimmy."

"Processing, Matt. He might want to know who processed them," pointed out Suzi.

"OK, Karen, you take some shots of Suzi and I'll process the lot. He can't argue about me processing shots of my girl, can he?"

"And what makes you think I'm going to be photographed buck-naked, mister?" said Suzi in mock indignation.

"Please, Suzi. I'd love some figure shots of you," I said quietly.

"They're yours, Matt, but you take them, not Karen," said Suzi quietly and solemnly. It was as if Karen wasn't there. Karen cleared her throat in the sudden silence. Suzi grinned at her. "No offence, Kaz?"

"None taken, Suze. No problem. Shall we to work, children?"

"Sure thing!"

Four hours, six cassettes of 35mm and four rolls of 120 film later, I put the Bronica away. I kept the Canon out, for I still had two cassettes of 35mm left, both fast slide film. I wanted to try some indoor shots by natural light. Karen and Suzi had put on long tee-shirts but nothing else. I had on tee-shirt and cut-offs. We were all barefoot.

I knew I had some superb shots, even without seeing the processed films. Karen was a natural model and I knew Jimmy would be delighted with any of the shots Karen planned for him. I planned to keep one or two for my personal collection. With the shots of Suzi I had tried as hard as I have ever tried with a camera. They were personal shots and I think it showed. Suzi had made no attempt to be coy or pretend shyness. As a result, some of the shots, taken in isolation, might be misconstrued because Suzi was more than slightly exposed. I think if Karen hadn't been there they might have been even more intimate. I hadn't planned them that way, it had just happened.

"Anyone for food?" asked Suzi.

"What have we got?" I asked, slouched on a couch, my feet draped over the edge, Suzi's head in my lap, her feet over the end of the couch, her position such that her pussy was just peeping out beneath her tee-shirt..

"Enough assorted bits and pieces to make a good variety of sandwiches, I think," said Karen lazily from the other couch. "I have no intention of cooking anything."

"Me neither," said Suzi. "Come on, Matt, help me make sandwiches."

"Sure thing, baby."

An hour later we'd finished eating, washed the dishes and were consuming the second and last bottle of wine, a soft California red with a delicious fruitiness to it.

"What time is it, Matt?" asked Suzi.

"Nine-thirty."

"Bed time," she said firmly. "Kaz?" Without a word Karen went into the double bedroom and came out moments later with her bag, taking it into the twin bedded room from where she emerged moments later with my bag which she took into the double room. She came straight out again, grinned conspiratorially at Suzi and went back into the twin-bed room, closing the door gently behind herself.

I looked at Suzi, eyebrows raised. She flushed.

"I thought you'd want to spend the night with me, Matt," she whispered. "Was I so wrong?"

I took her into my arms and hugged her wordlessly. "No, my darling, you were not wrong." I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

I placed her gently on the bed and she grinned at me, sat up and stripped off her tee-shirt and sat cross-legged, her sex pinkly inviting. She glanced down at herself and then up at me. My cock had started to stiffen, perhaps in anticipation. Her eyes went to it and her fascinated attention completed the process. In moments, I was hot and hard.

Suzi sighed deeply. "I want you, Matt," she said quietly. "I want your cock as deep in my cunt as it will go and I want it now. Hard, Matt, I want it hard!" She lay back and spread her legs in invitation.

I quickly unwrapped a condom and slipped it onto my pole, then knelt on the bed between her legs. I put my arms under her thighs and to her startled surprise, lifted her cunt to my cock and pulled myself into her. She was ready for me and I sank to my root inside her. I put her legs over my shoulders and leaned forward, driving deep inside her. She moaned and her arms clasped me to her. I rode her, back and forth, my cock like a piston in a smooth machine.

Her face broke out in perspiration; small moans, almost gasps, escaped from her lips and she began to tremble.

"Matt! Oh baby, oh you bastard baby, you're making me come! Oh baby, make me come! Make me come now, oh God, make me. . .Oh, shit! You did!"

She heaved beneath me as her orgasm hit her, her belly rippling, the tremors gradually slowing until she lay panting gently beneath me. I was still hot and hard inside her, close to coming, but not quite there, the sweat cooling on us. I kissed her nose.

She grinned up at me. "It was a big one, Matt. How about you?"

"I haven't come yet, Suzi, baby."

"I gotta do something about that!" She pushed me gently back until I had withdrawn. I was on my knees, her legs still over my shoulders. She pulled her legs back and slid them beneath me, then pushed at me gently until I was on my back beside her. She came to her knees and smiled down at me, then gently rolled the rubber off of my aching prick, discarding it at the bedside.

"I've never done this before, Matt. Tell me if I'm doing it wrong," she whispered, then gently took my cock in her mouth, licking its length gently, sucking at the head, letting her lips slide down the shaft as far as she dared, then sliding back up, then down again, again . . .

The sensations were building up in me. I stroked her hair gently, pushing it back.

"Suzi, baby, I'm going to come very soon," I gasped. "Are you sure?"

Without breaking her rhythm she managed to nod, her tongue making patterns on my prick. I felt the deep, deep pulse start way down inside me.

"Oh baby, I'm going to come! Suzi, oh Suzi, baby. Oh baby! Oh my god! Oh, Suzi!" And I came.

Suzi swallowed furiously, sucking me as I jetted into her mouth, as I spasmed in blissful release, swallowing the pulses of semen as I slowed, licking me clean as I stilled.

She smiled brilliantly at me. "Did I do it right? It tasted good."

"You did good, kid!" I jested, then hugged her to me, kissing her lips, tasting myself. She hugged me back, flattening her breasts against me, then lay back, holding my hand, her leg over mine. I put my hand on her pussy and stroked lightly. A shudder went through her.

"I love to feel your hands, Matt. God, did we only meet yesterday? I feel as if I've known you forever."

"Yesterday it was, sweet. I know what you mean, though. I love to feel your hands on me, too."

She squeezed my flaccid cock gently. "I'm going to the clinic on Monday, Matt. I want to go on the pill. I think it must be better without something between us." She grinned, then she surprised me again. "Matt, would you mind if Karen came in with us?"




Suzi Ch. 2



4:30 A.M. 

"What a terrible time to get up," I thought as I slipped quietly out of bed, "but the best time to run." I quietly dressed in my shorts and T-shirt, then tip-toed out of the bedroom. No sense in waking Suzi up, it had been too hard for her to fall asleep last night.

After my warm-ups and stretching, I was on the road, pounding out my five kilometers to keep myself in shape. Running is a good time to think, and I had a lot to think about. 

Suzi had moved in with me about three months ago, and everyday since we had grown closer. Things that had been old and mundane became new and exciting. Of course, much of that was life experience, since I am 47 years old and she is less than half, only 22 years old. 

The trouble was, one of Suzi's dreams was to have children, and I had a vasectomy after my son, Ben, was born, 22 years ago. She fell for me anyway, and was willing to live sans children. Out of love I had told her we could look into adopting as a way to have a family. 

Every adoption agency turned us down flat. We told them we would be married. We told them how much money we make. We touched every base, we dotted every "I" and crossed every "T", we promised them everything. Every one of them turned us down. The worst thing was, it was my fault. I was too old. We received the final rejection yesterday. 

I held her in my arms for over an hour last night while she cried. I didn't say a word. I couldn't. What is there to say when you're the answer to one of her dreams and the reason she couldn't have the other one? The perfect conflict, full happiness and complete disappointment. 

When I checked with my doctor, she told me too much time had elapsed to be able to reverse the old operation. 

There was only one option. An option that made me sick to my stomach. An option that might break us apart if I did no more than suggest it. The option that would give my love her heart's desire, might make her turn away from me, or me from her. 

An anonymous sperm donor. Someone to make her pregnant, then go away and never, ever come back. 

Could I stand by and let that happen? No! I knew it wasn't me. Never had been, never will be. But if I really loved her, I had to swallow my pride and give her the choice. It's better to let her know I care than have her ever think I'm hard hearted.

Finishing my run and started my cool down, I made my decision. Tonight. I would, as tactfully as possible, raise the subject tonight. It won't be made any easier by waiting.

Morning routine provided a welcome respite from thinking. Make the coffee, set the table for breakfast, get out the food, start plans for a romantic dinner so we could have a talk.

Suzi came into the kitchen at six o'clock looking sleepy, rumpled, and adorable. All my firm resolve disappeared. How could I even think such a thing? On the other hand...

Our work time flew by. The combination of challenging work and good company made the day pass quickly. (Suzi and I work together as partners, see Ch. 1). We were soon on our way home. I suggested we eat out, since neither of us is a good cook. Suzi quickly agreed and we decided to eat Italian that night. We went home, cleaned up and were soon off to Luigi's.

I had only water with dinner, because I was driving, but I encouraged Suzi to have wine. Neither of us drink much, but we both know Suzi gets more, shall we say, amorous, when she's had wine. She suspected I had plans for her, so she willingly has three glasses. I tried twice to bring the subject up, but wasn't able to. I decided maybe in bed that night.

Suzi was indeed tipsy from the wine. She hung on my arm as we left the restaurant, walking close and rubbing my arm with her tits. When we were in the car, she leaned against me and ran her hand up my leg and caressed my cock. Then she grabbed my hand and put it into her crotch. I rubbed her a few times, then put my hand back on the wheel. I left her hand where it was. After all, it wasn't unsafe.

No sooner had I parked the car in the garage than Suzi had my pants unzipped and my dick in her mouth. She had always been good at giving head, but since moving in, she had learned my preferences perfectly. Swallow as much as will fit, suck hard while pulling away, kiss and lick the head, then re-swallow while scraping the sides lightly with the teeth. Repeat as needed. It only took a few minutes until I was ready to cum.

"Whoa," I said, "not so fast, Baby Doll. You don't want this to end too soon, do you? We have all night, and I want to use it."

"Oh, spoil-sport! I was just starting to enjoy it. Why do I have to stop now?" Suzi pouted.

"Let's go inside. It'll be more comfortable, and beside, there's something I want to talk about."

"Okay, but you have to leave it hanging out. No tucking it away for modesty."

So, with my hard penis pointing the way, I got out of the car and went inside.

As soon as we were inside, I turned to Suzi and said, "Honey, there's something important I want to talk ab... Mmmph." Suzi had thrown herself into my arms and planted a big juicy kiss on me.

"Enough talk, cowboy! How about a little action?" Suzi growled, and started pulling my shirt off. Then she opened my pants and pushed them to the floor. "That's more like it! Race you to the bedroom!" She said, then turned and ran. 

Take it from me, it's not possible to run with your pants around your ankles. "You better be naked when I get there," I shouted after her, as I struggled to get my shoes off. Finally unclothed, I started to running upstairs to the bedroom when the phone rang. I should have let the machine get it, but without thinking, I reached out and answered it. 

"What?" I growled.

"Right! And a cheery hello to you too, Dad." It was my son, Ben.

"Not a good time to talk, Son. I'm kinda in a hurry."

"Dad, you're an old goat! I just called to see if you and Suzi would like to go on a picnic with Zoë and me tomorrow?"

"Love to, Ben. Have Zoë call Suzi in the morning with the details. Good-by," I said, abruptly hanging up.

When I got to the bedroom, Suzi wasn't there. I looked around and found her in the shower. "Hey," I yelled through the shower door, "I thought you were in a hurry."

"Well, Flash, you took so long to get here, I thought I would have time to sober up, have a shower, do my nails, and write a story for Literotica. Who was on the phone?"

Since I was already undressed, I stepped into the shower with her. "It was Ben. He wanted to know if we would like to go on a picnic tomorrow with Zoë and himself. I told him to have Zoë call you in the morning as we were kind of busy right now."

"Picnic? Sounds like fun. Here, put this soap to good use. Wash me there, and there, and, OHHH, yeah, right there!"

The last was said as I rubbed a soapy hand on her swollen pussy. I love it when Suzi takes a shower before bed, it means she wants oral sex, my second favorite activity. 

Suzi rinsed off as I quickly washed. Then we dried each other and ran into the bedroom. "Lie down. I want you to do something for me," said Suzi.

I laid down in the middle of the waterbed. Suzi crawled up over me until she straddled my head and her pussy was right over my mouth. "Okay, big boy, do your thing," she said, lowering herself down.

"Oh, yes," I thought, starting to lick gently, "if I ever die from suffocation, I hope it's this way." I licked softly, I licked hard. I plunged my tongue into her hole, and flicked the tip over her clit. I used my tongue, my lips, and my hands. She showed her appreciation by rubbing herself all over my face. I soon had pussy juice on my cheeks and nose and chin. I reached up and started to play with her tits, pulling on the nipples and rubbing each one hard. Slipping two fingers from the other hand into her cunt, I started sucking hard on her clit. 

"Oh, yes, Timmy. Yes! Just like that! Yes!"

With that, she fell off me. Suzi gazed at me through half closed eye lids. "You do know how to show a girl a good time. How do you want me?"

"How about the wall?" I asked.

"I think I'm too tired for the wall. How about something less strenuous?"

"Okay. Lie on your side. Good, now bend the upper leg. See how you like this."

I straddled her lower thigh above the knee and slipped my cock into her. In this position, I was able to fondle her breasts with one hand and hold on to her shoulder with the other hand. Or I could grab her upper leg at the knee, and lift to open her up even more. By rocking my hips back and forth, I set up a steady fucking motion. This was a very comfortable position for Suzi and she was soon rocking her hips back and forth with me. By varying the rhythm I was able to delay my climax until Suzi started to cum again. It's always grand to cum together, or close together, as we did this time. I had barely finished shooting into her than she had her second orgasm.

Rolling off her, I stretched out beside Suzi. She rolled over to lie half on top me. Smiling down on me she said, "I bet your wife was one happy and contented woman. You are the most considerate lover I can imagine."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Giving you pleasure is important to me."

"As is giving you pleasure, Timmy. Now what did you want to talk about?"

"Suzi, I know how much you want a baby. There is one way to get one we haven't discussed. I think, maybe, we should talk about it"

"Tim, I don't want to go to a clinic and be artificially inseminated. The whole idea is repulsive to me. It just seems so cold and impersonal. But thanks. Don't worry, I'll be all right."

"That's not it. I was thinking you could find someone and let him make you pregnant. And, well, that's kinda it."

Suzi just stared at me, looking deep in my eyes. She didn't look angry or hurt, for which I was grateful. But I was unable to tell what she was thinking. 

Finally she whispered one word, "no."

"Suzi, I just wanted to ..."

"No, Tim. No. I know what you wanted. I know how you feel about it and I think it's the most loving thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm your woman. I don't want anyone to ever be able to say my children aren't yours. If I have a baby, I want it to look just like you. The same way Ben looks like you. No one must ever doubt my love for you. I don't want anyone to think I've been unfaithful." 

I felt like a lout and I felt loved. I felt grateful and relieved, but I was still willing to let her have her dream.

The phone woke us up in the morning. It was Zoë calling to make arrangements for our picnic. I let Suzi work things out while I went to make coffee.

"They're going to pick us up in an hour, " Suzi said when she came down. "They're going to park here and we'll take your van."

"What are we taking?"

"Salad, salad dressing, and your coffee. They will supply everything else."

They were right on time. We drove out to Long Lake, found a picnic table, and were set up quickly. Zoë had packed everything we might want. She was a wonderful cook, and a sweetheart all around. At 5'4" she was a whole head shorter than Ben and my 6'1". Dark brown hair, brown eyes, dimples on both cheeks, and pouty lips. She was thin, barely weighing 100 lb. with small A cup breasts. Completely different from Suzi's 5'8", blond hair, blue eyes, C cup breasts, and 138 lb. I have always preferred women with meat on their bones.

The first time Zoë met me she said, "I can see I'll have to keep the light on to make sure it's Ben coming to bed." Referring to how much Ben looks like me, with the same body shape, and facial features. Zoë once suggested tinting my hair back to its original color just to see if people thought Ben and I were twins. I put a stop to that. I earned every one of these gray hairs, no one's taking them away.

Watching Zoë and Ben set up the picnic table while Suzi put out the lawn chairs and blanket for sun tanning, the obvious solution became clear. DUH! Now to sell Suzi on it.

"Honey, would you like to take a walk with me?" I asked Suzi. "I'd like to talk about something."

"Hey, you two. Can't you control yourselves for one afternoon?" yelled Ben as we walked away.

"What do you want, Tim? Wanna commune with nature a little?"

"Yes, but not right now. Suzi, let's sit down over there." We sat on a bench beside the trail. "Look, I know what you said last night, and I don't want to upset you, but I think I have a solution."

"I think immaculate conception only worked once, Tim."

"Funny. The obvious answer is Ben. Ben's children will look like him, and he looks just like me. No one will think you've done anything naughty. You'll have a baby and everyone will think I still have 'IT'. Child, grand-child, what difference does it make?"

Suzi was quiet for a few moments. Then she said, "Tim, are you saying you want me to have sex with your son?"

"No. Well, yes. I don't want you to have sex with anyone else, but Ben can make you pregnant, and no one will be the wiser. I'm willing to swallow my pride for you. You mean more to me than my pride."

"Tim, have you asked Ben?"

"No, I just got the idea when we got here. Do you want me to ask?"

"You can ask if you want to. I'm not saying yes, but I'll think about it."

"I'll try to get Ben alone later. I'll try to be subtle."

"Right! You're as subtle as a truck. Just don't embarrass me by letting him think it was my idea."

Back at the picnic table we tried to act like nothing was up. We played some games, ate, went swimming, and laid on the blanket to tan. After a few hours, I asked Ben if he wanted to go for a run. He did, so we left the women to the sun, grabbed the water bottle, and headed off down the path.

We ran for a few kilometers, then slowed to a walk before going back. "It's now or never," I thought.

"Ben, there's something I want to ask you," I said. "You know Suzi wants a baby, and you know I can't give her one. It occurred to me there might be something you can do to help."

"Yeah. What can I do?" asked Ben, as he took a large swig of water.

"I thought you could make Suzi pregnant," I said. My timing was bad, because Ben was so surprised, he gasped, and aspirated some of the water. He spewed out the water and started coughing, hard, and couldn't stop for almost five minutes. When he did finally stop, he was gasping for breath and red faced.

"I don't think I heard right, Dad. Did you say you want me to fuck your girlfriend?"

"That's not how I put it, Son, but, yeah, I guess you could say that."

"No, Dad, I can't. It's not that Suzi isn't sexy, because she is, very, but Zoë would kill me. She gets jealous if I talk to another girl. She would never go for this. But thanks for the thought."

"That's okay, Ben. Suzi wasn't that keen on the idea either, but she said I could talk to you about it. Let's go on back."

"Wait a minute. If Suzi was willing to consider it, the least I can do is to talk to Zoë about it. I'll let you know, but don't expect anything."

We got back just in time to start packing up and leave. When we got home, I invited Zoë and Ben to dinner the next night. They said yes, then left for home.

When Suzi and I were inside, she turned to me and asked, "Did you talk to Ben about, you know, what you said?"

"Yes I did. He said no. But when I told him you might consider it, he said he'd talk to Zoë about it. He doubts she'll go for it."

"He's probably right, Tim. Zoë and I have had many long talks since I moved in with you. She's a very possessive person, I doubt she would even let Ben kiss another woman, let alone have sex with her. Still, she's sympathetic when I tell her how much I want a baby. Let's see how she reacts to Ben."

"Are you saying you're considering it?"

"I'm willing to see what Zoë has to say. Maybe I will. It's still the most unselfish thing I've ever heard anyone offer. There's no doubt you're the sweetest man ever. Certainly the sweetest man I've ever known. Kiss me, lover."

Taking her into my arms, I kissed her with all the passion in me. Taking her by the hand, I lead her to the bedroom, where we made love slowly and gently. We whispered our love for each other as we caressed. Suzi climaxed in my arms with a gasp and a whimper. We slept soundly all night long. We made love again in the morning.

We didn't talk much that day. I think we were both worried that whatever was going to happen that night would change our relationship permanently. We covered our fear in silence, moving around the house as if we were alone. Late that afternoon I could stand it no longer. 

"Suzi, please come sit with me," I called out. When she came into the room, I sat her down on the couch and sat down beside her. Taking her hands in mine, I looked into her eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, and don't worry. I would not have made the suggestion if I thought it would break us up. I'm not going to be angry, or hurt, no matter what. This is your dream. Take it if you can." Inside, I was hoping I was telling the truth. 

"Thanks, Tim. But I won't decide until I hear what Zoë has to say. Right now I don't think I can go with another man and leave you alone." Then she snuggled up under my arm and held me tight. We stayed that way, not speaking, for almost an hour. Then it was time for Ben and Zoë to arrive.

Even though I had invited them to dinner, I hadn't prepared anything by the time they arrived. It wasn't very personal, but the best solution was to order out for pizza. While we waited for it to arrive, Suzi set the table, and I got out the beer, wine, and soda. Ben and Zoë sat in the front room talking. When the pizza arrived, Ben paid for it and brought it into the kitchen saying, "Dinner is served."

We sat around the table, eating and making small talk. No one wanted to bring up the big subject of the evening. When we finished and were cleaned up, we all went into the front room and sat down. Suzi and I sat on the love seat, while Ben and Zoë sat in arm chairs facing us. I looked at Zoë and said, "Zoë, do you have something to talk to us about?"

Zoë stood up and said, "Yes, I do. Suzi, I understand your problem. I've only known you for three months, but I love you like a sister. I would give you anything I could to help make you happy, but the fact is, I don't want to share my man with you."

Relief and disappointment flooded through me.

"So the only solution that seem fair to me is," continued Zoë, "Suzi, you go to my house and sleep with Ben, and I will stay here and sleep with Tim."

"WHAT?" I said.

"WHAT?" said Ben.

"WHAT?" said Suzi.

"Well, come on you guys!" said Zoë. "Think about it. This is fair! This way, we all take part. No one is left out. Ben, do you think you'll enjoy having sex with Suzi?"

"Well, yeah, sure!" said Ben.

"Okay. Suzi, will you have fun fucking with Ben?"

"Ben's cute. I'm sure I'll enjoy it." said Suzi.

"Tim, is there any reason we shouldn't have some fun while they try to make a baby?" said Zoë.

"Zoë, this is nice of you to offer, but I didn't mean for you to do something you didn't want to do." 

"Suzi," said Zoë, "is it always this difficult to talk him into the sack?"

"Never has been," said Suzi. "Zoë, I think you're brilliant! This a good and fair solution! I hated the idea of leaving Tim alone, but if I'm going to let anyone have him, I'd rather it be you."

"Then it's settled! Ben, you take Suzi home and do what comes naturally. I'll stay here and comfort Tim."

"Wait a minute," said Ben. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"NO!" said Zoë and Suzi together.

Suzi and I want upstairs to get her some overnight things while Ben got ready to go. I've heard that Eskimos say that a woman is the only thing a man can loan to a friend, that will come back better than when she left. I took Suzi into my arms and said, "I hope this doesn't change anything between us."

She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Are you going to fall in love with Zoë?"




Suzi Ch. 2



"No, of course not."

"Good. I'm not going to fall in love with Ben. You just concentrate on making Zoë happy and don't think about me. I'll be back tomorrow and I'll love you more than ever."

We went down stairs. Ben was waiting at the door, jiggling the car keys. I went over to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and tried to think of something fatherly and wise to say. All that came out was, "See you tomorrow, Son. Drive carefully."

"See you tomorrow, Dad." Then he and Suzi left.

Expecting to feel angry, or dread, or loss, I was surprised to find I felt only excitement. I turned around to see Zoë standing at the foot of the stairs. "Well, Tim, let's go to bed. I'm anxious to find out what it is that keeps Suzi so happy all the time." 

I was excited, but still apprehensive, as we went up the steps. Was Zoë going to compare me to Ben? Would the old man come out okay? Would I compare Zoë to Suzi? Would I like Zoë better than Suzi? 

Still in a daze when we reached the bedroom, I walked right into her when Zoë turned around suddenly and put her arms around my neck. She pulled my head down and pressed her lips to mine like a woman who knows what she wants. In this case it was me. It didn't help my daze too much, and I was starting to feel like the main course at a gourmet restaurant. Not a bad feeling, now that I think about it. 

"I thought you were reluctant," I said.

"I was," said Zoë, "but the die is cast now so we might as well enjoy it. I understand you like to peel the tomato the first time, Tim. You better make it fast, if you don't want help from me. And there just might be a surprise somewhere you're gonna like."

The kiss and her thin, tight body had caused my equipment to enlarge to its full potential. I didn't want to let go, so I slid my hands up under her loose T-shirt and lifted it up and off her head. Hallelujah! She wasn't wearing a bra. I looked down at two lovely breasts. Small, barely a hand full, but nicely formed. Her nipples were also small, about the size of a quarter, hard as ripe grapes, and dark brown. Right there on her left tit was a tattoo of a blood red heart. Yes! I love tattoos on women.

"Wow!" I said, "Suzi has one of those too!"

"Actually, Tim, Suzi has two of those, and hers are bigger," said Zoë.

"Ha, ha!" I said, "I meant the tattoo."

"I know, Tim. Suzi told me a long time ago you liked them. I had a feeling you would see it some day. I have another one, but you'll have to look carefully to find it."

"I'm a good searcher," I said. "But first, let's get a good look at this one." Bending over, I put my hands on either side of her butt, and lifted her up until her tits were even with my face. 

"That's better," I said, "now I can get a good look." 

She squeaked when I picked her up, threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. "OH! HEY!" she said, when I lifted her, then, "Oooohh, heeeey," when I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and gently bit down. "Yeeeaaaah!" She said, when I did the same to her left nipple. Her breasts might be small, but her nipples were easy to find, and very sensitive.

I licked, kissed and nibbled on her tits for about a minute, until I had to put her down. I was breathing a little hard when I lowered her, but then, so was she.

"Don't you think you're over dressed?" Zoë said. She grabbed the edge of my pull-over and lifted it up. Being so short, she was unable to lift it over my head, so I helped her by pulling it off. As I was throwing it to one side, Zoë unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down, along with my boxers. This left my penis standing up and out, ready for business.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Zoë said as she grabbed me with both hands. Bending over, she swallowed me as deep into her small mouth as she could. Sucking hard, she pulled back until I popped out. Then she did it again. And again.

"Hold it right there, little lady! Do you have a license to do that?"

"No sir, I don't. Are you going to punish me?"

"I think I might have to beat you with this dull stick. Come here!" I said, as I scooped her up in my arms and shuffled over to the bed. "Stay there! Don't move!" I said when I threw her down. Bending over, I kicked off my shoes, then stepped out of my pants and boxers. Reaching down, I slipped off my socks, throwing them to one side. 

"Okay, my pretty, now it's your turn! Off with those clothes!" Grabbing the waist band of her slacks, I started to tug them off.

With fake anguish, Zoë cried, "No! Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! Don't stop. Come on! Don't stop!" With a push of her hands and a wiggle, she helped me remove her slacks, and the panties with them. 

She lay on the bed before me, nude and lovely. I looked down on this fragile looking, doll sized woman. "Zoë, are you sure you want to do this?" I said.

With a wicked grin, she looked me right in the eye and said, "If you don't get down here, and start fucking me soon, I'll go looking elsewhere. Then how will you explain that?"

That was all I needed to hear. I laid down beside her, gathered her into my arms, and kissed her. She returned the kiss with passion, pulling herself hard against me, then rolled over on top. "Okay, Tim," she said, smiling and reaching between us to aim my dick at her hole, "time to get busy!" With a push of her hips, she slipped down and impaled herself. 

She had no trouble taking me all the way in as she sat up. Strangely, for as small as she was, she was no tighter than Suzi. She did feel wonderful though, as a woman should when in that position. Zoë groaned and tipped her head back, starting to bounce and grind herself on me. 

"Oh, Yeah! Tim. Do it. Do it. Harder, Tim. Give it to me! Oh, Yeah!" Zoë started quietly, built up to loud, then screaming. I had never made love to a screamer before. It was nice.

Zoë kept up her verbal exuberance, bouncing up and down on me. "Oh, Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Oh, Yeah!" she yelled. I met her with hard upward thrust of my own, soon slamming her hard and rough. "Harder, Tim, harder." She clearly loved it. 

With all the noise she was making, it was hard to tell when she climaxed, or how often. We were both soon covered with sweat, working hard to get and give as much pleasure as possible. One advantage of being older is I learned how to delay my own climax, not indefinitely, but longer than when I was young. I was also glad I run every day, otherwise Zoë would have quickly tired me out. She was all energy, and demand.

There was a sheen to Zoë body from the activity. She was either getting tired or about to cum with a vengeance. Her movements were getting jerky, her eyes were closed, and only a loud moan was coming out. "Ooowww. Ooooowww! Yessss! Now. Now! NOW!" She cum with a vengeance. Then she collapsed onto me. 

She raised herself up after a minute and said, "Tim, that was memorable. I sure had a good idea, and a good time! Oh, my! Wow! Thank you." She leaned down and kissed me. I slid part way out when she did that. She looked puzzled. "Didn't you cum?" she said.

"No, but I'm very close," I said. "It won't take long, if you're willing."

"After that, how can I say no? What would you like?"

"Get back on, like you were. Good. Now up and down slowly. Keep going. Yeah, Zoë! That's it. Slowly. Yeah. Ah. Ah. Aaaaaaaaaah." I cum hard, yelling from pleasure.

Zoë looked down on me, smiling. "It's a pleasure doing pleasure with you, Tim. I think this is going to work out well." 

She rolled off me, dripping our combined cum on my hip and leg. She stretched out beside me, wrapped her arms around my body and rubbed her cum filled cunt against my side. I reached down, tipped her head back, and kissed her. "Ben is a luck man, Zoë. You're a hell of a woman."

"Got that right. Just wait until morning."

We slept the sleep of the satisfied, and the truly exhausted. 

The next day was Monday, but luckily it was a holiday. I slept in, very unusual for me. I woke up to see Zoë holding a hot mug of coffee. 

"I thought you would like to be served your coffee in bed." 

"Thank you, my dear. That's very thoughtful." I sat up, took the mug from her and took a sip.

"Mmmphfff!" I sputtered. 

Zoë looked stricken. "What's wrong?"

"Zoë," I said, "you're the sweetest thing, but, please, let me make the coffee."

She looked devastated. "But Ben likes it."

"Ben would drink dish water." I said, "Look, don't be hurt. I'm far too picky about my brew. Let me thank you for being so thoughtful."

"You'll have to do something very nice to make up for that deep wound to my psyche. Whatcha got in mind?"

Carefully putting the mug on the bedside table, I said, "I have some ideas." I stood up and had her sit on the edge of the bed, then had her lie back with her bottom right on the waterbed frame. When I had built the bed frame, I padded the sides and edge with very thick foam rubber, so it was comfortable. I leaned down and kissed Zoë tits, then kissed my way down to her pubic hair. "There it is!" I said.

"Of course, silly. The same place it was last night," Zoë said.

"Not your pussy! The other tattoo! Under your pubic hair! It's beautiful." I was in awe. It looked like a circle, next to it a cresent, with some dots around both. It was no bigger than a half dollar. I found out later it was a sun, a moon, and some stars. She said that when a man loves her, he gets the universe.

"Zoë," I said, "if we ever do this again, would you shave the hair off? Please?"

Zoë smiled. "Tim, I'm sure we'll be doing this again, and when we do, I want you to shave it. But for now, what were you going to do down there?"

"Oh, yeah! Let's see, where was I? Now I remember." 

I ran my tongue the full length of her slit, bottom to top. Suzi is very sensitive about being eaten before she washes. I don't mind the smell of a woman. Zoë smelled like a well used woman who hadn't washed for a day. Strong womanly odor, with the smell of cum, and a slight hint of urine. I dug in with glee.

I licked gently, just touching the lips, up and down until her lips were swollen and wet. Using the first two fingers of my right hand, I separated the outer lips and started licking her inner lips and clitoris. She was moaning loudly now and saying, "Yeah, Tim. That's good! Oh, yeah. I'm cumming. Oh."

It was a cruel, but I stopped. 

"No! Tim, I'm almost there. Just a bit more."

"You'll get there, little woman. Have no fear!"

Standing up, while reaching out my hands, I took hold of her hands and pulled her up. I pushed her back against the bedroom wall, reached down, grabbed her in back at the crease of her fanny, and lifted her up, while pulling her legs apart. She was now at my waist with her legs around me. I lowered her until I slid into her cunt. "Grip me with your legs," I told her. When she had, I let her lean back until her upper back was against the wall. "Now," I said, "let's fuck."

I rocked my hips forward and back. She used her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck to help herself bounce up and down. I held her up with my hands on her butt, also helping her to bounce, and she supported herself by leaning against the wall. We were in good balance. If I thought she was loud the night before, she now gave new meaning to the word.

"Go, Tim. Yes, yes! COME ON, HARDER. OH YEAH! OH YEAH! I'M CUMMING. YES. CUMMING! HARDER! HARDER! CUMMING. OH, YESSSSS!" 

"Take it! Take it!" I said. "Aaaarrrrgggghhh!" I screamed as I cum in her.

Easing her down, I helped Zoë to stand. She could barely stay up. I felt like I had run a marathon myself, my legs were so shaky. "Let's take a shower," I said, leading her into the bathroom. 

We washed each other. I made sure I washed my face really well. After drying off, I put on some boxers and a T-shirt, and went to make some real coffee. After about five minutes, Zoë came down wearing one of Suzi's short silk robes. On her it was a long silk robe. She came over to me, put her arms around me, looked up and said, "Don't take this wrong, but I hope Suzi's not pregnant. I would love to do that again."

"I love Suzi, and if she's not, I would like you to come back." I bent down and kissed her.

She let go of me, stepped back and said, "How about some coffee?"

"Sit down and I'll bring you some," I said. I was just pouring her a mug when Suzi came in. 

"I'm glad to see you two down here," Suzi said, as she put a paper bag on the counter. "I was afraid Zoë would try to keep you for herself."

"No chance," I said, pulling her into an embrace. "Welcome home."

"I brought you some clothes, Zoë. There're in the bag," said Suzi. "Ben's waiting in the car."

Zoë stood up, walked over to the counter, took off the robe and handed it to Suzi. Then she got dressed.

Suzi looked surprised. "Well? Do you think he didn't see me naked?" said Zoë, as she walked out the door.

"Well!" said Suzi, "That was cheeky." Turning to face me, she said, "Do you still love me?"

"Are you still Suzi?" I said. "Of course I do! Do you think you're pregnant?"

"No, Tim. My period is due in two days."

"Then why did you go? Why not wait until you were fertile?"

"If I had waited, and we could think about it, would we have done it?"

"I guess not. You know, there's a lot of smart under that blond hair."

"Thanks, my love. One thing. I don't want to talk about specifics. I'll be jealous if you tell me all that you did. And I don't want to talk about what I did. Agreed?"

"You have a deal. Want to seal the deal with a quick fuck?" I said, kissing her.

"Tonight, superman! Right now I need to do some shopping, do you want to come along?"

"Wouldn't miss being with you for anything," I said.

We made love that night. Suzi was the same loving, enthusiastic woman she had been the day before. She tasted the same, and she felt the same to my lips, to my hands, and most important, to my penis.

We continued this arrangement every weekend until Suzi was with child. It took four months. 

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Suzi Ch. 2



"In here? Now?"

"Yeah. Silly, but I feel guilty about her being alone next door. I don't want you to fuck her or anything, although if the two of you want to, go ahead. I don't mind. Just let's all sleep together." She laughed. "Like a basket of kittens!"

I shook my head. "No problem, Suzi, if that's what you want."

"Great!" She sat up, then went out, still naked, returning in moments with a bemused Karen, still wearing her long tee-shirt.

"Climb in, Kaz," said Suzi. "Matt, shift into the middle."

Karen laughed. "Matt's getting too much of a good thing, from the look on his face!" She climbed into bed beside me and slid down under the sheet, then sat up and stripped off her tee-shirt.

"I feel overdressed with that on, seeing you guys!"

Suzi climbed in on my other side and I lay back and put my arm around each of them, lying on my back in the middle. Suzi and Karen snuggled in against me. It was a wonderful sensation, feeling soft breasts pressing against me from both sides. Soft lips kissed my cheek. I turned and kissed Karen goodnight. There was unmistakable promise in her kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth and playing briefly with my own.

"G'night, Matt," she murmured, mischief lurking in her eyes.

"Goodnight, Karen."

I turned to Suzi, who was smiling gently. "Goodnight, Suzi, sweet. Sleep well."

"I will, Matt, after that wonderful fucking you gave me," she murmured. She kissed me lingeringly, then settled herself for sleep.

To Be Continued...



Suzi Ch. 3



Pt. III: Karen
Something woke me in the dim, grey light of pre-dawn. During the night I had turned so that I had my back to Karen. My left arm was around Suzi, her breast cupped in my hand, her hand covering mine. I was sort of half lying on my right side, my right arm behind me. Karen moved slightly in the bed and suddenly I could feel the springy brush of her pubic hair against my hand. I froze, but she moved, so very gently, and pushed against me again. Holding my breath, I moved my hand gently and brushed it across her bush. Her hand took gentle hold of mine and pressed it against her, pushing it against her mound. I extended my middle finger and began to stroke gently along her cleft. She brought her left leg over her right and put her foot flat on the bed, opening herself to my probing. She was wet and hot and my finger moved freely. I moved my finger inside her and let my thumb brush gently across her clitoris. Her moan was just a faint breath. I continued to rub gently at her clitoris, my thumb stroking gently across it. She was pressing herself against me now, her erect nipples rubbing my back.

My prick had stiffened and was pressing against Suzi's backside. She stirred and turned towards me, her hand reaching gently for my prick. She sighed gently at the feel of its hardness, stroking me slowly, then took my hand from her breast and put it to her groin. I stroked gently at her, feeling the moisture beginning.

Behind me, Karen stirred restlessly at my inactivity, pushing herself gently against me. I was beginning to feel cramped in my awkward posture.

"Just a moment," I whispered. Both of them stopped and I took my hands away, turning to a comfortable position on my back between them. I reached out and fingered them both. There were soundless exhalations on both sides, Suzi's hand reaching across to my prick. She put her mouth to my ear, whispering so that only I could hear her.

"Tell me if you're coming, and I'll take you in my mouth. We don't want to wake Karen."

For some reason I couldn't fathom, perhaps because of Suzi's bringing Karen into the bed with us, I turned and put my mouth to Suzi's ear, whispering, "Karen's awake! I'm diddling her with my other hand!"

There was a muffled snort, barely audible, and Suzi put her lips to my ear, whispering almost soundlessly. "Matt, make her come! I've never seen anyone come before." She grinned suddenly. "Except my own partner, that is!"

I thought for a moment. "Are you sure?" I breathed in her ear. In answer, she squeezed my prick, took my fingers from her cunt and kissed them, pushing me gently towards Karen, who was moving urgently against my finger on the other side. I squeezed Suzi's fingers, then took my hand from Karen's cunt, surprising her by rolling over towards her and sliding my left arm under her neck, my right hand replacing my left in the heat and wetness between her legs. I kissed her lips gently.

"Matt!" she whispered, almost inaudibly. "We'll wake Suzi!"

"Suzi's already awake," I murmured.

"What! Get off me, then, I won't hurt Suzi!" she hissed.

"It's all right, Karen, I don't mind. Can I watch?" said Suzi quietly. Karen was silent for a long moment, then chuckled quietly.

"You never cease to surprise me, little cousin. If you're prepared to loan me your man to satisfy my base urges, the least I can do is let you watch." She was trembling. Her hand reached down to my prick and she sighed deeply at the hardness she felt. Her lips came to mine and she kissed me hard, then surprised me by pushing me away.

"Lie on your back, Matt," she murmured. "I want to come on top."

I rolled to my back and Karen came to her knees beside me, more clearly visible now as the night brightened towards day. She smiled at me, then ran her fingers the length of my prick, squeezing the end gently as it twitched in response.

"Do we need a rubber?" I asked quietly. Karen shook her head.

"No," she said, "I'm on the pill." She lifted her leg and swung it across me, straddling my ribs. On impulse I urged her towards me, until I could reach her cunt with my mouth. She came willingly when she realised what I was doing, pressing herself forward as I ran my tongue the length of her cleft, flicking her clitoris in passing. She jumped when I did that, startling Suzi, who was giving us her rapt attention.

I let my tongue lap slowly the full, hot, wet length of Karen's cunt lips, sucking gently, nibbling her clitoris. Karen shook violently when I did that, gripping my hair fiercely. I mouthed gently at her clitoris and she shuddered, pressing her cunt against my face. She pulled back, shuddering, and smiled at me, then moved down my body until she reached my hot prick, raising herself until she could lower her steaming cunt onto my rigidity. She was soaking wet and I moved easily into her. She began to rock gently, letting my cock move in and out of her cunt.

I glanced at Suzi. Her eyes were wide with rapt attention, her right hand busy between her legs. She caught my look and flushed, then grinned, her fingers never ceasing their movement. I grinned back at her, then returned my attention to Karen, raising my hands to stroke gently at her rigid nipples, to cup her full softness in my hands, feeling her chest begin to heave as her breathing deepened, her cunt clamping on my prick as she moved urgently above me.

"I'm going to come, Matt," she whispered hoarsely, beads of perspiration on her brow, her hair half obscuring her face.

I pushed up into her in rhythm with her movements, my prick squishing wetly in her juices as she moved. She grinned wildly at me, a rictus, her movements quickening, her chest heaving.

"I'm coming, Matt," she panted. "I'm coming!"

"So am I, Karen," I gasped, "just hold on a moment, baby, just hold on!"

"I can't, Matt, you're making me come!" She shuddered violently, then came down hard on my prick, her face a wild mask. "Oh, sweet Jesus, I've come!"

"Oh my God, so have I!" Suzi's wail was counterpoint as she shuddered beside me and as Karen's cunt throbbed around my prick, I came too. Hard.

Karen collapsed on top of me as my ejaculation lessened, her cunt twitching as she came down from her high. I hugged her, then reached for Suzi's hand as she panted beside me. We all slowly trembled into immobility, then Karen stirred, sitting up. She smiled at me, then at Suzi.

"Thanks, Matt, I enjoyed that." She grinned at Suzi. "You were right, Suze. He does feel good in a girl's cunt."

I laughed out loud and lay back, content. True, I was still broke, but it looked like I had myself a girl, a very sexy, intelligent, good-looking girl. Not only that, but she had a very entertaining cousin. And I had some very interesting photographs to develop. The world was suddenly a much brighter place.

The End - for now...



Suzi Ch. 3



"Hello, Honey, I'm home," I called out in my best Ward Cleaver voice, as I came through the door. I was dead tired from crawling around in basements all day without my partner to help. My partner had stayed home without telling my why. Thank heavens it was Friday.

I walked through the house, calling out Suzi's name as I looked in every room. She wasn't home. Strangely, there was no note left to tell me where she went or when she would be back. I was concerned, but not too much. She was due to go spend the weekend with my son, Ben, while Ben's fiancée, Zoë, was due to come spend the weekend with me, so I knew she would be home soon. 

She must have gone out to get something special for dinner, I decided, and would be back soon. Being sweaty and smelly, I decided to take a shower before she came home. She must have come home just as I turned the shower off, because when I walked into the bedroom after drying off, she was able to catch me off guard, trip me onto the bed, and jump on top of me. 

"Hot damn," she said, "just the way I like you, clean and naked! Guess what I'm in the mood for? Right you are, Timmy!" She reached down and started rubbing my penis, then moved down and gobbled it into her mouth. 

Her ministrations to my privates had me ready in no time at all. Without once letting my dick out of her mouth, she managed to shed all her clothes by the time I was seriously hard. Releasing my dick from her mouth with a pop, she straddled me, aimed me just right, and dropped down on me. 

"Oh, yes!" Suzi said. "You feel so oh good inside me. Oh. I've needed oh you all day. Oh. Timmy. Oh. Yes!" With every "oh" she was slamming herself down on me with amazing strength and urgency. I was surprised at her ferocity, as if she were starved for sex. I knew she wasn't, but she had never attacked me so soon after work before. I wondered what had gotten into her, but only briefly. She was approaching her climax so fast, I decided it would be better to try to join her. However, she was so hot, there was no catching her.

"Yes, oh yes, Timmy! Oh! Now. Cum with me now, my love. Cum with me!" Suzi stiffened on top of me, then started shivering. As soon as she had cum, she started moving again. I hadn't cum yet, and she knew it, so she renewed her motions on top of me. It took only a moment for her to put me on the edge, then over it. "Suzi! Argh! Oh!" I said as I shot my useless seed into her.

"Thank you, my love," Suzi said. "That hit the spot. You're going to have to clean up again." She leaned down and kissed me. "Let me help you to the bath, my darling."

We took a shower together, with lots of soapy rubbing and groping, washing our love making away. We kissed often, under the spray, as we let the water rinse the soap off. When we were finished, we dried each other off, her rubbing me briskly, I gently patting her. When we were dry, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her nude body against mine, and kissed me with so much passion, I thought we might spontaneously combust.

"Whoa!" I said when she finally pulled off, "You're a fire cracker today. To what do I owe this behavior?"

"Tim, you're the sweetest, kindest man I've ever known or even heard of. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and I love you so much." Before I could respond, she kissed me again. When she pulled back, she looked me in the eye and said, "Tim, would you marry me?"

Summoning up all the wit and cleverness of my forty-eight years (I just had a birthday), I said, "Uhm..."

"I really don't want an answer now, love. Zoë and Ben are coming over for dinner tonight." Suzi said, "You can answer me then or when I come home, if I go."

Her phrasing puzzled me, but I let it pass. Instead I asked, "When did you ask them to dinner?"

"I had lunch with Zoë. I asked then. She said yes, even though I'm cooking, with maybe a little help from Zoë. She told me how to make stir fry chicken. I might need some help with the rice?" she asked shyly.

"I'll make the rice," I said, smiling at this dear twenty-three year old woman (she had also had a birthday recently). "When are they coming over?"

"Soon. We better get dressed."

"It's not like Zoë hasn't seen me in my hairy birthday suit," I murmured under my breath. 

"I heard that! You old scoundrel! It was her idea that got her into your bed. Although I must say, it was a good idea. I would never have left you alone, otherwise. Enough of this! Get dressed."

Ben and Zoë arrived about fifteen minutes later. Suzi had found my late wife's wok and had all the ingredients out. Zoë went immediately into the kitchen to help and kicked me out. I protested saying I was making the rice, but Zoë told me she knew how to make rice and I wasn't needed.

Ben set the table, the same job he had done when he was growing up. I got the drinks, wine for the girls, beer for me, and soda for Ben. I thought he would be driving later, so no alcohol for him. From the wonderful odor coming from the kitchen, I thought supper would be done soon. Suddenly, there was a crash from the kitchen. We rushed into the kitchen to see Suzi staring at Zoë in surprise. 

"What happened?" I asked, looking down at a couple pots sitting on the floor.

"Uh. Uh. Oh. Nothing. I mean, Zoë just told me something that surprised me, that's all," Suzi said with a strange smile. "Get out of here! Supper's almost ready, go sit down." 

As I walked out, I thought I heard Suzi say, "I feel the same way."

They brought the food out as soon as we sat down. It was good. Surprisingly good. "Suzi, love, this is wonderful!" I said, "You're turning into a good cook." 

Suzi smiled and simpered. It always surprises me how important small compliments are.

We all pitched in to clean up, and we were soon sitting in the living room, finishing our drinks and making small talk. "Well," I said, finally, "I had a hard day and would like to go to bed. Suzi, do you want me to help you get your stuff?"

"No, Tim, not yet," Suzi said. "There's something I need to talk to you about, and it might change things. From what she told me, Zoë might have something to say also."

Suzi stood up and moved to stand before us. She looked so serious, I thought there might be some dreadful news coming. She took a deep breath and said, "Tim, do you remember what I asked you earlier?"

"Of course," I said, "do you need an answer now?"

"No. I have to tell you something first. Tim, Zoë, Ben, the arrangement worked. I went to the doctor this afternoon and I'm pregnant."

Although she had been spending every weekend with Ben for this very reason, I was still surprised speechless at the news. Ben looked surprised too. Zoë, on the other hand, squealed loudly, jumped up and gave Suzi a big hug. "Suzi, that's wonderful news," Zoë said. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Yes," I said, mustering up my enthusiasm, "that's great! You've got your dream."

"Not quite great, Tim. There's something else." 

Suzi knelt down before me and took hold of my hands. "I have to tell you something and I hope it makes sense to you and everyone. Tim, I love you! I love you so completely, I can't imagine living without you in my life. This is hard! I'll just have to say it. Tim, I also love Ben."

"You what?" I exclaimed.

Suzi looked down, then back up, "I love you, Tim. But I also love Ben." Now she looked small and scared. Tears filled her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. "I really love you both."

Zoë stood up and said, "I think this may be a good time for me to say something. Ben, I do love you and I want to marry you, but I have to add, I also love Tim."

"You what?" Ben exclaimed. Men in my family have a gift for original speech.

"No one expected this to happen, Ben, Tim," said Zoë. "You are both sweet, kind, loving men. You're easy and fun to talk to, and you both know how to treat a woman, inside and outside the bedroom. Loving each of you is the most natural thing in the world."

Being a master of understatement, I said, "This complicates things a little."

I stood up and said with a sigh, "This is a little too much for me to think about right now. I had too hard a day at work, not to mention the workout after work. It would not be a good idea to talk about something this important when I'm this tired. Suzi, were you going over to Ben's for the weekend?"

"I wasn't planning on it," Suzi said, looking up at me. "I was hoping you and I could all be together all weekend."

"Ben, you and Zoë are welcome to stay here. We can all talk about this tomorrow. Right now I have to get some rest. Good night," I said, and went upstairs.

The waterbed is a soft, warm, and comfortable friend, welcoming me with a slosh and a small wave. The light was barely out when Suzi crawled into bed with me. 

"Timmy, will you marry me?" Suzi whispered, after she had pressed her naked self against my side. "I don't need Ben. I don't need a baby. I have to have you in my life. Nothing matters more to me than you. Please, Tim, tell me you love me. Tell me you'll marry me." Tears fell softly against my chest, and up to my cheek as she moved to kiss my lips.

"Yes, Baby Doll. I'll marry you. I will love you and care for you as long as I live. Your sleeping with Ben was my idea. You have no need to fear."

She kissed me so hard I thought my teeth were going to move. My lips were almost numb when she broke the kiss and started kissing down my chest, then my stomach, finally taking my soft cock into her mouth. I grew hard slowly, mostly because I was so tired, and I had cum only a few hours before. I became hard because Suzi was giving me all her love through her lips. 

It was exquisite. She sucked gently, and then licked from root to crown. She nibbled around the head, then sucked me all the way in, hard. I did not want her to stop, and she didn't until I was as hard as a teen-age boy. She took me to the place only a good lover knows how to do, ready to cum, but not quite there. 

She stopped. I moaned in frustration.

Suzi crawled up next to me, took my head in her hands and said, "Make love to me now. Please, Timmy." She kissed me, and then rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her. She spread her legs wide, reached down to my dick and guided it to her pussy. 

"Put it in me now, Tim. Fuck me hard. Give it to...Oh!" She said as I pushed myself deep into her, until our pubic bones bumped together. A gentleman will always lean on his elbows when loving a woman, not an easy thing to do on a waterbed. But this time Suzi wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me down on top of her. 

"Crush me, Tim. I want your weight on me. Fuck me! Hard! Harder! Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Her enthusiasm was unprecedented, even from this afternoon. She gripped me so tight I had trouble taking a breath, and she slammed her heels into my butt with every thrust I made. As hard and as excited as Suzi had me, nature could not be rushed. I came, but not quickly. It took at least ten minutes. I finally cum with a with a growl and a hard push, "Rrrrrraaaagh. Oh. Oh, yes."

I immediately rolled onto my side, worried Suzi would faint from lack of air. 

She was breathing hard, but she was happy. "Mmmmmmmm, thank you, my love," she said. "Now we can sleep. Tomorrow we'll talk. I know you'll figure something out. Just keep me by your side forever." Then we both slipped into sleep.

I woke up about 6:00 AM that Saturday, with an armful of Suzi. She was still smiling. I gently rolled her off of me and slipped out of bed. After a needful bathroom stop, I dressed and went downstairs to make the morning coffee. 

"Good morning, Dad." Ben said when he walked into the kitchen ten minutes later. "I knew you would be up early. In all the time I was growing up, I was never able to get up before you." He got a cola out of the refrigerator and took a long drink. "We have a problem," he said after he swallowed. "But I think there's a solution."

"I would welcome a solution to the problem of being loved by two women," I said, as I started the water to heat and got out the coffee beans to grind. "The trouble, as I see it, is that either of them would be glad to marry either of us. What do you propose, flip a coin?"

"No, Dad. Listen, at work, when we run into a problem repairing a computer, or designing one, they tell us to think outside the box. In this case, I think what we should do is marry both of them."

"You mean, I should marry Suzi, and you will marry Zoë? That doesn't seem too far outside the box."

"What I mean, Dad, you marry Suzi AND Zoë. I will marry Zoë AND Suzi. You will have two wives, I will have two wives, and each girl will have two husbands. It will be no different then now, except we will be married. Legally, we will have only one, but what we agree to between us will be that we're married to both. If Zoë and I live here, the four of us will be one married unit."

"Let me think about it," I said. "Would you like a coffee chaser to your cola?"

I thought about it. Every problem I could foresee had a workable solution. Finally, I said, "Let's see what the girls have to say."

At about 7:30 AM, Suzi came into the kitchen in a silk robe, at the same time Zoë came in wearing a large T-shirt. I poured each of them a mug of coffee, and then said, "Ben has a good idea. What do you think of this...?"

They loved it.

We were married six weeks later. 

It was a very small wedding, just family and some friends. My daughters, who had never met Suzi, thought I was crazy to marry such a young woman. After they got to know her, they thought she was crazy to marry such an old man. 

Ben acted as my best man, I acted as his. Zoë was Suzi's maid of honor, and Suzi was Zoë's. We wrote our own vows, promising to love, honor, and respect each other. 

The most telling part of the ceremony was when the Justice of the Peace asked us, "Do you, Timothy and Benjamin, take these women, Suzi and Zoë, to be your lawfully wedded wives?" 

We said, "We do" together. 

She then asked, "Do you Suzi and Zoë, take these men, Timothy and Benjamin, to be your lawfully wedded husbands?" 

They said, "We do."

The J.P. then said, "I now pronounce you husbands and wives. You may kiss your brides."

I kissed Suzi as Ben kissed Zoë. Then we shook hands and I kissed Zoë and Ben kissed Suzi. It looked and sounded very innocent, but Ben and I had pledged to take both Suzi and Zoë, while they pledged to take both of us. 

Luckily, no one ever questioned us about it. 

Naturally, we honeymooned together, in adjoining suites, with a connecting door. 

Once we were in our rooms, and settled in, we had another short ceremony. I gave Zoë another wedding ring, a match to the one Ben gave her. She gave one to me. Ben and Suzi exchanged rings also. We have worn dual rings ever since.

One would think, because I had two wives, I would fuck each of them that first night. I didn't. When our private ceremony was over, Suzi and I retired to our room. The four of us had agreed that we would spend the first night of our honeymoon with the spouse on the marriage certificate. 

As soon as the door was closed, but not locked (we had agreed bedroom doors would never be locked to husbands or wives), I took Suzi in my arms and kissed her. I was the happiest man in the world. She looked gloriously beautiful in her white gown and veil. That kiss was both the sweetest and the most passionate kiss we ever shared. 

Suzi knows how much I love to "peel the tomato", so she just swayed back and forth, enjoying being stripped. I am of the opinion that whoever invented the wedding dress should be shot, or at least severely chastised. That dress, although very beautiful, fought being removed. It had more buttons, zippers, catches, stays, and hidden folds that I thought I wouldn't be done until the honeymoon ended. It honestly took three or four minutes to get it off. That may not sound like a long time, but when you're eager for the destination, the trip seems to take forever!

When the dress was off (finally!), and carefully hung up (to save it for our daughter, Suzi said. It might be a boy, I said. I might have more, Suzi said.), and the petticoats removed and put aside, Suzi stood in the middle of the room dressed only in a bra (white, support, strapless), panties (white, string, sheer, thong), stay up hose (white, sheer, nude toe, lace at the top), and shoes (white, 2" heel, strap back). Before me stood a woman of unbelievable beauty, from her shoulder length blond hair, her sky blue eyes, button nose, white skinned shoulders flowing smoothly into her C-cup breasts, her slim waist, rounded hips, and long tapered legs. Her belly was showing just the slightest bulge where the baby was growing, a feature that made her skin glow with softness and health. I stood mesmerized by the sight of this goddess. Venus, in her prime, could not have been as beautiful, wholesome, and sexy, as my Suzi was standing there.

Suzi could see my rapture, and looked down coyly, then looked up into my eyes and spoke. "Tim, My Love, before we consummate our marriage, I need to tell you some things." She paused a moment, then went on, "I was scared that first day I was assigned to work with you. I thought you might be angry that I was assigned to you, and you wouldn't help me or teach me anything. When you told me, before we even arrived on the first job, you wanted me to drop the air head routine, then when you told me you would treat me like an intelligent adult, I, well I..." Suzi looked down then and took a deep breath, looking up again, straight in my eyes, she said, "I started loving you at that moment. You helped me learn, and never once made fun of me, even when you found out I was afraid of spiders. You took me into your home when I confessed my love for you, and you introduced me to your friends and family as an equal, not a child. Sharing me with Ben so I could have a baby was the most loving thing I could imagine. I am now married to a good man, and I'm going to have the baby I always wanted. You have fulfilled all of my dreams. There is not a woman in this world that could love a man more completely than I love you.

"Timothy Adam Robbins, I want you to know that I am Mrs. Timothy Adam Robbins. I will be your loyal, faithful, loving, and honorable wife for as long as I live. I will obey you, my husband, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy and to show you my love."

I was struck dumb by this beautiful speech. As I looked into her eyes, I could feel her love for me emanating from every pore of her body. I had no doubt she spoke the absolute truth. I knew I had to say something, but my mind was blank. 

Finally, I stepped to within a few inches of her and kissed her softly on the lips. This woke my mind up and I said, "I accept what you have said as the truth. I accept you as my dearly beloved wife. I will never raise my hand against you, nor will I allow you to come to harm. I will spend the rest of my life caring for you, and doing whatever I can to make you happy. 

"Now, I want you to undress me and make love to me."

Suzi smiled at me and pushed the tuxedo jacket off my shoulders and put it on the chair. She then undid my tie and cummerbund and put them on the chair. She pulled the shirttail out of the pants, then unbuttoned it and slipped it off my shoulders, placing it on the chair, followed by my undershirt. She took some time to run her fingers through the hair on my chest, and to tickle my nipples, and then she knelt down, untied my shoes, slipped them off and placed them to one side, with my socks inside. 

Still on her knees, Suzi looked up into my eyes, smiled the biggest, happiest, smile I have ever seem, grabbed the waistband of my boxers, and pulled them down and off. All of this loving attention had not been lost on my penis and it had risen to full and over-full hardness. The end caught on the waistband and, when Suzi pulled them down, it went down, and then sprang back with a meaty "Smack!" Suzi giggled, then put her lips around the head of my dick, her hands on my buttocks, and pulled me into her mouth. 




Suzi Ch. 3



Suzi made love to my dick. She sucked hard, then soft. She coated it with her saliva, and then noisily slurped it off. It was plunged so deeply into her mouth, I thought she would gag, but she didn't. My penis was kissed, licked, swallowed, stroked, and nipped. She ran her hands up and down the back of my legs, then the front of my legs, and then one hand would stroke my testicles, and squeeze lightly. Sometimes she would use a light touch with her fingertips, other times she would scratch with her fingernails. 

I stood with my hands lightly placed on the top of her head, running my fingers through her hair, not guiding her, but letting her set the pace, going as fast or as slow as she wanted. There is one thing in this world guaranteed to make a man feel like a king. When he stands naked, in front of a kneeling woman, a woman he loves, and who loves him, and she gives him an enthusiastic and loving blowjob. I felt like I was the Emperor of the Universe. 

I would have gladly stayed there forever, but the urge to cum was getting very strong. "Suzi, darling," I said, "I'm going to cum soon, and I want to cum in your body."

Suzi stopped, looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes, and said, "My mouth is part of my body."

"Stand up, you little wench, I want to cum in your pussy."

Still smiling, Suzi stood up, removed her bra and panties, and said, "As my lord husband commands!" Then she shoved me so hard I stumbled back several steps and fell back across the bed. With one step and a leap, she was on top of me. 

She straddled my hips, my cock pointing directly at her cunt, and said, "Now, my beautiful man, fuck me like a wife and woman need to be fucked. Hard and without mercy!" Suzi dropped down on my dick with uncanny accuracy, which plunged full length into her. 

"Yes!" screamed my wife. With fire in her eyes, and a teeth gritting smile, Suzi started fucking me hard, and without mercy. I was astonished at her fire. I grabbed her hips and started to wiggle as best as I could toward the middle of the bed. Once I was there, and could plant my feet firmly on the bed, I commenced to slam back into her.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yeah! I'm cumming, my love. Oh. Oh. Oh. YEZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!"

Suzi kept moving up and down on me, but not as hard. She was gasping in short shallow breaths and shivering like she does when she is climaxing, only this time she didn't collapse on top, but kept going, letting orgasm after orgasm sweep through her body. "Oh Timmy, Oh Timmy," she murmured. "Oooooooohhhh" 

Finally, she lowered her face down to mine and started kissing me. "That was unbelievably wonderful, Timmy."

I looked at her and said, "I'm not finished yet."

"What?" she said. "You didn't cum?"

"No," I said, "but I will soon."

I rolled us over so that Suzi was lying on her back, with her legs wide open and wrapped around my hips, and her hands on my sides. Straightening my arms so I could look into her face, one arm at her shoulder and the other at her side, I started to thrust into her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. 

Suzi's head was tipped back, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes closed, but fluttering. She rolled her hips to meet my thrusts, increasing speed as I did. When I was thrusting as fast as I could, Suzi arched her back and rolled slightly to the side, making a sub-verbal groaning, moaning sound from deep in her throat. 

My cum started shooting out. I slammed into Suzi with each throb. Six, seven, eight times, I mashed my cock into her as hard as I could, heedless of what effect it was having on her. With the final throb, I held myself against her, bone to bone, pushing as hard as I was able. 

Lightheaded, I collapsed beside her, having had the most intense fuck I could remember. "How was that?" I whispered to her. She didn't respond. "Suzi? Are you okay?" I put my hand on her face and rubbed her cheek. "Suzi?" I called, "Suzi?"

In a few seconds her eyes fluttered, then opened. "What, what happened? Oh my God, Tim! You fucked me until I passed out! I thought that was a myth! I didn't believe it could happen. Oh, wow. Wait until I tell Zoë."

"Don't you dare! She will expect me to do it to her, and I don't know if I can ever do it again."

"Okay, Tim. It will be our secret. Oh my God, Tim. You've made me so happy to be a woman. A good husband, a baby, and the best sex! Life can't get any better than this. Mmmmmm." With that, she rolled half on top of me, wrapped her arms around me, and put her head on my chest.

"I'm exhausted," I said. "Let's get under the covers and go to sleep." She didn't reply. Suzi was already asleep. It was warm enough in the room so I just wrapped my arms around her, pulled her tighter against me, and fell asleep myself.

I awoke in the middle of the night to relieve myself, and when I came back I managed to get Suzi under the covers. She snuggled into me spoon style, and we were soon back asleep. 

I woke up to bright sunshine coming through the curtained windows. I was lying on my back, the covers pulled up to my neck, my legs wide apart, and my dick in a warm, sucking mouth. 

"Oh, Suzi," I said, "what a wonderful way to wake up!"

"Mmmmmm," came from under the covers. Then the muffled voice said, "Glad you're enjoying it, hot shot, but you named the wrong wife." The covers pulled off and Zoë look at me from between my legs, both hands wrapped around my penis, and a big smile on her face. Thank God! At that time I made a mental note to always look before I named names. 

"You know what, Tim? You taste pretty good with Suzi juice all over your cock. I might just wake you up like this every morning when you've gone to bed with her."

As she said this, Zoë knee walked up my body until she was over my suck hardened cock. Still holding on to it, she aimed it at her cunt, and sank down on me. 

"Oh, yeah! You feel good in me first thing in the morning. I'm going to love being married to two men. Who would have thought a father and son would each be such great lovers? Not me! I think I will keep this a secret, don't want any other women to..."

"Zoë, would you be quiet for a moment? I thought we agreed to spent the first night with our legal spouse."

"Well, you're not very observant. The sun is up, it's a new day. Suzi and I swapped an hour ago. I got tired of waiting and decided to suck you awake. Now do your husbandly duty. I'm going to have a big appetite for sex, having two husbands, and I will want it a lot!"

Giving in to the inevitable, I started slamming into her. Her small tits bounced nicely as I shook her body. She was so small I was able to lift her off the bed, and she rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. 

I decided to change our position, so I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "Keep your legs wrapped around my hips," I told Zoë, "and your arms around my neck." I moved to the edge of the bed so that I had both feet on the floor and I was sitting on the edge of the mattress. I started bouncing up and down, using the bed like a trampoline. Once I got the rhythm going, I had Zoë bouncing up and down on my cock, which slid in and out of her a few inches each time, not nearly enough to have her fly off, but enough to fuck her good and hard. 

"Ah, ah, ah," she said, each time she came down on me. "Ah, ah, ah, ah." With athletic prowess, she started to rock her hips forward and back in time with the bouncing. She put her hands behind my neck, with her arms straight, giving herself a lot of room between our bodies for her to maneuver. "Ah, Ah, Ah," she cried, getting louder and louder. "AH, AH, AHHHHH!" With that final cry, she ground herself down hard on me, while she squeezed me with her legs, and hugged me tight. 

Her last push down on me took me over the edge and I came, hard. Because she wasn't moving, she could feel me throbbing inside her pussy. "Oh, Tim, you feel so good inside me. I love feeling you cum, and I love your cum inside me." She wiggled her bottom against my softening dick, leaned forward and kissed me, softly, but passionately. 

"I'm glad we're married, Tim. I'm happy that the four of us are going to be together." She kissed me again. I leaned forward as she kissed me until I was sitting up straight. I stood up, lifting her up with me. My cock was too soft to stay inside her, and it plopped out. I turned around, and laid her down on the bed. 

Breaking the kiss, I looked deep in Zoë's eyes, smiled, and then I kissed her nose, then her chin, then the red heart tattoo on her left breast, then her navel, then the universe tattoo on her pubic bone. The smell of well-fucked woman was strong, and I loved it. I put my hand on her wet cunt, looked her in the eye, and said, " and I love being married to you and Suzi. I think we will all be very happy together."

I rubbed her cum filled cunt a few more times then said, "I'm hungry, and grungy. I'm going to take a shower. Would you like to join me, or go see if Ben and Suzi are up yet?"

"Oh, Tim, that feels good. You can keep doing that if you want."

"Ben. Suzi. Shower. Eat. Go!" I pulled her up, turned her toward the other suite, and pushed her butt gently toward the door. "I want to eat before they stop serving breakfast." Zoë headed toward the other suite, muttering just loud enough to be heard, "you could have eaten me, if you're so hungry." She smiled back at me, "Spoil sport!"

I was washing my face when I felt someone enter the shower with me. "You better not be Ben," I said.

"It's your new loving wife," said Suzi. "Would you like me to wash your back?"

"You bet, sugar plum," I said. "Then you can wash my front, then I'll wash your back, then your front, and we'll see what comes up." I rinsed the soap off my face, turned around and grabbed a double armful of blond wife. We kissed, long and sweetly, and then set about getting clean. I was only able to get semi-hard. Suzi pouted about it, but agreed that a good breakfast would do wonders for my strength and libido. 

We dried off, and finished getting dressed just as Ben and Zoë came in the room. We all went down to the dining room hand in hand. When we arrived, we discovered it was nearly time for them to close, breakfast only being served until 11:00 AM. It was 10:55 AM. 

The staff was relieved when we agreed to only order a continental breakfast of juice, toast, fruit, and coffee. I had extra juice, because I don't like restaurant coffee. Because it was so late, we were the only people in the room, so we were left alone to eat at our leisure. 

We were able to talk openly about our group marriage, making decisions about small, but important things, such as housework, yard work, finances, and decision making. I personally hate yard work, so I agreed to do housework with Suzi, including laundry, cleaning, and kitchen clean up. Ben and Zoë agreed to do the yard work, as well as other outside maintenance. The women agreed to be responsible for grocery shopping and cooking, as long as I didn't mind cleaning up afterward. Ben and I will be taking care of the cars. We would all work together on housing renovations. Finally, we all agreed to pool our incomes, to put us into the best possible financial position.

We also agreed to have regular group meetings to iron out any future problems. 

When we were finished, I stood up to say one final thing.

"Suzi, when Ben's mother, my wife, died, I did not expect to be happy again. I was well on my way to being a grumpy, mean old man. I was resigned to being alone for the rest of my life. You, and your youthful exuberance, brought joy back to me. Because of you, I have a future to look forward to, and a reason to get up in the morning. Not to mention, a reason to go to bed at night.

"Zoë, with your honesty, and clear thinking, you have made my life interesting, and exciting, and have taken it in a direction I would never have imagined. 

"I can honestly say, thanks to you ladies, I am happy. I might have an unusual life, and this is an unusual marriage, but I'm happy. Suzi, Zoë, I'm glad you are my wives, and I truly love you both."

Timothy Robert Robbins was born five and a half months later.

Authors Note: This is the end of the Suzi story. At least for now. Thank you for reading it, and please Vote.