0 comments/ 52111 views/ 2 favorites Susan By: Sybarite I was on walking home from work when I saw my best friend Susan. We had known each other for years, almost as long as we had been married to our husbands. Our friendship was very special, we really talked a lot to each other about our husbands and work and other gossip. I called out to her and she crossed the street to walk with me. I always admired and envied her very feminine body and the way she carried herself as she walked, graceful and confident but not imposing. She was dressed in her work clothes, a long dark lavender skirt and neatly tailored white blouse. Her long dark brown hair touched my cheek as she gave me a quick hug. "Good to see you Sweets" she greeted me. "I like that jacket, where'd you get it"? I had got the jacket, a long navy one, from a small shop that had a nice selection of good jackets and outerwear in the downtown of the city where we lived. It fit well over the dress I was wearing, not restricting but it still showed off my womanly body nicely; my husband always said that it was his favorite. "From that little shop, you know. How was your day?" "Very good. Got into a little argument with Sarah, the accountant lady, but came out on top, you know how it goes. Nothing like a little tiff to make one feel a little lively." "Oh yes. That lady sounds awfully mean." I put my arm around her waist as we walked, and she returned the favor, smiling at me as we made our way home. We decided to go to my place for a quick snack. I unlocked the door to my house and let us in. We plopped down on the big couch in the cozy living room with some hot chocolate and chatted. We started talking about clothes and soon we went up to my husband's and mine room. I showed Susan a beautiful nightgown that my husband had bought for me. It was white lace silk trimmed around the breasts with airy lace. Susan thought it was gorgeous. "Try it on sweets, I'm sure you look wonderful in it!" She asked me. I slipped off my outer clothes, down to my thong and panties, and began to pull on the gown, but Susan protested: "That's no way to wear lingerie! Take off your other things!" I giggled and slipped the gown back off. I tried to unclasp my bra but couldn't for some reason. She looked at me and seemed a little flushed and moved behind me and unclasped the bra. I moved my hands behind me to slip it off but she hastily stopped me. "I'll do it." she said in a voice just above a whisper. I felt her hands slowly push the bra off my shoulders and then slide the lace straps of the bra over my wrists, and her I was very sensitive to her touch. We stood very still, then she dropped the bra and put her hands a little awkwardly on my shoulders and whispered in to my ear "Can we be closer, would you like that?" My throat caught a little and I realized what she meant. I had never contemplated this, I was very satisfied with my husband but my answer came in a moment: "I would." I turned around and saw her, flushed with her eyes wide and her mouth open a little. She looked into my eyes, then down at my breasts as we drew into an embrace. I felt her warm breath on my face and its scent was so delicate, so desirable. Our lips met and slowly we kissed, our lips so gentle on one another. And our tongues, nervous at first, then boldly yet so gently we played them into the other's mouth. My hands moved from around her gracious neck down to just above her pretty bottom and held her closer to me, and she held me more tightly also. We drew back and looked in each other's eyes, breathing softly. I gently unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of the top of the skirt and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms and it fell to the floor. Then her bra, I reached around her and unclasped the bra and slipped it off her. Her breasts were awing, so full that the sheen of her tanned skin continued right until the very tip of both of her pink nipples. I felt so drawn to her, was so desiring her that I could not comprehend her beauty. I wanted to have her, to caress all her beauty and to taste all of her. She looked into my eyes as she reached with her delicate hands to feel my breasts and I knew she wanted the same. My breasts are always sensitive, but her palms and fingers on them felt so sensational, so sensuous that I felt I may faint. On one accord we moved to the bed, and as she unbuckled her skirt and pulled it off to reveal that she wore no panties I could not help but smile. I never had seen another woman's sex so closely before, and had never considered one attractive before, but as Susan stood before me with her naked pussy so close to my lips I wanted more than anything to touch her and to make her feel good. She reached between my legs and hooked two fingers through my thong panties, touching my hidden lips, and pulled them off of me. We were naked, and O how sensual we found each other! I reached for her and she lay down on top of me, so much of our nakedness touching. We kissed again, more assured this time, lingering. I looked into her eyes and murmured "I want to kiss you," and she understood, our desire was so much the same. She rolled off of me and laid on her back beside me, and turned onto my knees and elbows straddling her. I kissed her on her mouth (how sweet she tasted!) and kissed her gracious neck, our nipples thankfully touching as I moved. Then down to her breasts, how fortunate I felt! I traced the edges of her nipples with my warm pink tongue and then gently closed my lips over one while I cupped her other round breast with my hand. I sucked at her nipple, and could hear her moaning softly "Oh, Oh, Ohhh. Please do, please touch me." I moved further until I was between her legs and had her warm sex right in my face. Her scent was so erotic, so arousing. A scent of desire and salt, of lust and lavender. I bent down and I knew that she felt my hot breath on her and then I felt her soft hair on my lips. I gently spread her pink lips with my hands (how soft they were!) and licked the smooth glossy folds. I looked at her face, and she smiled and I turned my head down and continued to gently probe her lips, and then her small firm clitoris. I massaged it with a soft tongue and she pressed her pussy into me, so I worked harder. Then I slipped a finger into her delightful warm wetness and she gasped, "Oh!" Her breathing was quick now and I knew that she was getting close, so I slipped another finger into her wet opening and continued to stoke her fire by lapping at her node of pleasure. I kept massaging her firm clit and could feel her pressing her sex into my mouth, so more vigorously I continued until her body was undulating with the strokes of my soft tongue and all the pressure in her body rushed to her wet sex and then she screamed and I felt her tremble from the overpowering pleasure of her orgasm. I gently lapped her juices from her downy lips as she came down from the intensity of her orgasm. I had never tasted something so beautiful as those juices, salty and so feminine and so smooth. I gently withdrew my fingers from her trembling quim and moved up her, sliding on her shiny sweat covered body until our lips were close. She opened her dreamy eyes and said "Thhannk you!" Before I slipped my tongue between her lips I gasped "A lot of the pleasure was mine I assure you. Let's wait a while and then we can try again in reverse roles." I knew she could hardly wait to eat my pussy from the way she eagerly tongued my mouth, tasting her own juices, and my a shiver went through my body in anticipation. I could hardly wait either. Who knew that sex with another woman could be so purely amazing? Susan Susan was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend Alex, drinking a couple of glasses of wine with Alex's friend Thomas. The radio playing in the background was only heard once in a while when a really good song caught the attention of the three in the living room. Otherwise, they were busy talking, telling funny stories, and jokes. Just having a good time, and enjoying each other's company. Susan and Alex had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and she had been at his place more often then her own over the last few weeks. Tonight was the first time she was meeting Thomas, and the entire night she had been laughing at the stories they were telling about each other's childhood. "You can't be serious!!!" Susan exclaimed and laughed when Thomas nodded his head smiling. Pushing a strand of long, dark hair from her face she turned to face Alex. "Your poor teacher! You guys must have driven her crazy!!" Alex just shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Nah...I think she got a kick out of the pranks Thomas and I pulled that year." Susan giggled again, shaking her head and sending uncontrollable curls flying around her face again. Picking up her glass, she took a last sip of her wine and started to get up. "Well you two," Susan started, " I'm glad I was never your teacher!! I think I would have called in sick every morning." She smiled when the two men put on their best innocent-hurt faces. Stretching and looking over to at the clock, Susan walked over to Thomas and went to shake his hand. "I'm afraid that I really have to get some sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow. It's been really nice meeting you! I hope to see you again soon." Instead of shaking the small hand presented to him, Thomas brought Susan's fingers up to his lips and kissed them softly. "Don't worry, now that I see what Alex has kept hidden from me these past couple of months, I'll be sure to come into town more often!" Thomas winked at her and watched as she walked over to Alex...bent down and kissed him. He enjoyed the gorgeous view of her ass while she said goodnight to Alex and then whispered something in his ear that Thomas couldn't quite hear. Although he though he caught a small growl escaping from Alex's throat. Susan turned and waved as she disappeared up the stairs. "G´night you two" "Goodnight" "Sleep well", Alex and Thomas replied just as they heard the bathroom door close. "She is gorgeous!" Thomas said in a soft voice to Alex. "Do you think she'll agree to it?" "Oh she'll agree," Alex answered as he took the wine bottle and refilled their glasses. "She's as hot as hell right now...all we have to do now is sit back and wait a bit." Alex ran his fingers through his hair and then sat back in the couch with his glass. "So, how is the new job going so far?" Susan turned on the shower and checked the temperature. She wanted to take a quiet bath before getting into bed, and she hoped that this would give Alex a chance to get rid of Thomas. She was badly in need of getting fucked! Alex had tormented her all evening. Gently stroking her inner thigh with his strong fingers, almost, but not quite coming in contact with her aching sex. A couple of times she had almost thrust her hips forward, and had to disguise a few inappropriate movements. And as if that wasn't enough, Alex had let his fingers brush slightly over her already painfully hard nipples, more times then she could count! He was driving her nuts...and he knew it! Sighing, Susan glanced at herself in the now foggy mirror. Running her fingers down her slender neck, past her shoulder...lightly down the valley between her firm breasts... "mmmmm..." she moaned softly when her fingertips brushed over her left nipple, the other hand travelling farther down over her stomach... Knock Knock Knock Knock Susan jumped and grabbed a towel just as the door opened. Alex smiled from ear to ear as a bright red blush started to cover Susan's body. "Starting without me darling?" "SHHhhhh!!! He'll hear you!!!" Susan whispered loudly holding the towel even tighter. "Anyway, if I do start without you, it's your fault!!" She fought to keep the frown on her face while she heard Alex's deep laugh. "Admit it...you love it!!" he jerked the towel from her hands, turned her around and pulled her naked body into his arms. His fingers quickly found her nipples as he pinched them gently between his fingers, shoving his hips into her, the hard bulge let her know that he was also enjoying it. "Thomas and I are going to take a quick walk to the store for some cigarettes, then I'll rush home to you..." he kissed Susan's neck and let one hand fall between her legs. He stroked her gently, his fingers tracing her wet slit. "...do not start without me!" Alex stepped back slowly and Susan groaned. She turned around and kissed him, her tongue tasting him...teasing him...her hand found his cock, straining to be let out of his jeans. She stroked him up and down through the fabric while gently biting and licking his lower lip. "Then hurry!!!" she whispered into his ears and then shoved him away and smiled. Alex groaned. "I'll get you for that!!" he warned her as he turned to leave. SMACK!!! Susan smacked Alex in the ass as hard as she could just as he was out the door. She quickly closed and locked the door before Alex would have a chance to retaliate. "That too!!" She heard him say though the door and she burst into a fit of giggles. "You deserve it!" she argued and finally stepped into the shower. A little while later Susan left the bathroom. She had heard the guys leave so she didn't bother putting on any clothes as she walked to Alex's bedroom. Climbing in between the covers she smiled to herself thinking while thinking about the evening. She could see why Alex and Thomas had been friends for so long, they were so alike! Both of them towered over her 5 foot 4 inch body, they had the same taste in clothes, music and movies. They had the same sense of humour and the same look of mischief in their eyes. They could have been brothers. Laying in the bed, Susan yawned and closed her eyes. An hour later, Alex walked quietly into the bedroom and saw Susan sleeping on the bed. She had kicked most off most of the covers and her bare breasts were begging him for attention. Turning off all but the bed light, he removed his clothes and gently lowered himself onto the bed, his cock already starting to harden. Bending over Susan, his tongue lightly licks the tip of her nipple trying not to wake her yet. He then gently blows onto her now wet nipple and smiles as a small grunt escapes Susan's throat and her nipple hardens instantly. Alex's hand snakes under the covers and finds the inside of her thigh, this time taking her nipple into his mouth, he softly bites down and lets his fingers glide up her inner thigh at the same time. "Ummmm...that's nice." Susan mumbles, her eyes opening slightly. Her fingers find Alex's hair and she arches her back, enjoying the attention he is giving her. His fingers rake her sensitive skin as he brings them up to her already wet slit, taunting and teasing without really touching her. His mouth moves over to her right nipple to give it the same treatment as the first...licking, blowing and then gently biting. Susan's breathing started to quicken, she thrust her hips forward, moaning and trying to catch his elusive fingers. "Umm mmm" Alex mumbled, her nipple between his lips catching the vibrations. He started to place small feather like kisses up her breast, over her shoulder and neck. "I want to try something we haven't done before." he whispered into her ear, his fingers finally stroking her swollen labia. "Mmmm...oh ya...that's it...touch me there...no don't stop" Susan protested when Alex stopped. "What? What do you want to try? Please Alex don't stop...I want..." Alex cut her off with a kiss and started his caressing again. His right hand reached over to the night table and pulled something out of the drawer. "Let me tie you up..." he whispered again into her ear. "Anything...just please...don't stop again." "Just for a second..." he replied as he took both her wrists, tied them together and fastened the silk rope to the bed railing above her head. Reaching again into the drawer, he pulled out another piece of silk, this one he tied behind her head...covering her eyes. Susan groaned loudly, her thighs rubbing together, trying to stop the throbbing between her legs. She felt Alex get off the bed and started to protest. "Where are you going?!" raising her blindfolded head from the bed she searched for some kind of indication of where he was. Just before his tongue made contact, she felt his hot breath on her nipple. The sudden sensation surprising her and pleasuring her all at once. His mouth moved to the opposite breast...kissing, licking, sucking and biting her nipple to arousal. "Noooo..." Susan cried out, when Alex suddenly stepped away again. She pulled at her ropes, trying to get her hands free so that she could bring some relief to her soaking wet cunt. She was so hot it was almost unbearable! She felt Alex slip the next rope around her left ankle, starting on the arch of her foot, he began to lick his way up her leg. Susan instantly spread her legs as far as they would go and she felt a rope slip around her right ankle. Alex had almost licked his way up to her hungry pussy, when Susan felt the ropes tightening and spreading her legs even farther apart. "Something is wrong," she thought to herself. "How can Alex...uhhh goodddd..." Feeling Alex's mouth finally lock down over her pussy, she forgot the fleeting thought. Alex licked her wet and swollen lips and then dipped his tongue into her hot juice, savouring the abundance of warm womanly fluid he found. His lips wandered around in her folds, licking and enjoying his journey. He felt Susan's body start to tense as his tongue came close to her engorged clit. Hardening his tongue, he bent down and ran it up the length of her slit, stopping for a couple of seconds before taking her clit in between his lips and gently sucking on it. Susan's body arched off the bed, her hands pulling against the restraints holding her. "UUHhhhh...God yes...don't...don't stop," she begged him as she felt a huge orgasm starting to come over her. "God you're hot!!" Susan heard a man's voice and another pair of hands started to wonder over her body, pinching her nipples and kissing her neck. "Thomas?!" she asked in a barely audible voice just before Alex thrust two fingers into her cunt and Thomas squeezed her nipples tightly. The double sensations sent her into an orgasm that disintegrated any other thoughts that might be have been forming in her mind. Her moans filled the bedroom as wave after wave of pure pleasure rolled through her body. A couple of minutes later, Alex and Thomas were holding and caressing Susan gently while she caught her breath. They had taken the ropes and the blindfold off and were running their hands up and down her body. "You liked it, didn't you..." Alex said quietly, more a statement then a question. "I know I did." he continued as he took her hand and placed it onto his rock hard cock. Susan smiled slightly as she felt his dick hop slightly when her finger tips made contact. "You didn't really give me a choice!!" she knew he was right, not only did she like it...she loved it! But that still didn't make it any easier to look at Thomas who was sitting quietly on the other side of her, gently massaging her thigh! Thomas hooked a finger under Susan's chin and turned her to face him. "It will probably kill me," he stated as he placed her free hand upon his, also very hard shaft, "but if you really want me to...I'll leave now." Susan felt a spasm deep inside her cunt as she held the two men in her hands. She looked at Alex and he nodded. Turning back to Thomas she lifted her head to kiss him, and then began to stroke both men with her hands. As she kissed Thomas, Alex bent down and took her sore nipple into his mouth, soothing it with his hot tongue. Her hands shook slightly as they traveled down the two pulsating cocks. Reaching between their legs she gently ran her finger nails over two pair of balls and then up to the tips of their cocks once again. She really enjoyed the power she felt in pleasuring them, noticing and enjoying the differences her fingers discovered in the two friends. Alex was very well built in the dick department. He had an above average length, and since they had been sleeping together, just thinking about his tool made her wet. Thomas, she quickly discovered was even better built then Alex! She felt overwhelmed with lust, and wanted to take one of the impressive pieces of meat into her mouth. She didn't really know where to start, but Alex seemed to notice her problem and told her that he wanted to see her suck Thomas while he fucked her. Standing her up beside the bed, Alex positioned Susan in front of Thomas. He stood behind her, spread her legs and pushed her down towards Thomas's cock. Arching her back, she bent to take Thomas into her mouth for the first time. Alex held onto Susan's hair, and turned her head to the side so that he could watch as his girlfriend took his best friend's dick into her mouth. Susan moaned softly, tasting Thomas's pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. Draping her arms over his hips, she went lower, took the base of his cock in her hand and licked up the length, her tongue flicking all over and wetting it with her saliva. After a couple of minute's teasing she slowly took the head into her mouth, sucking and running her tongue in circles around the tip. Both men groaned deeply and she almost giggled. Alex began to rub his dick up and down her slit, his other hand still holding her hair to the side. Susan tried to thrust her hips back, wanting him to plunge his cock into her, but he just avoided her. "Fuck him with your mouth Susan..." Alex said in a deep lustful voice, "...and I'll fuck you. Take him in deeper...that's it...fuck you look good with a cock in your mouth." His words were playing havoc on Susan's libido. She thrust her head down over Thomas's cock, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She gagged a little when she felt him hit the back of her throat. Sucking as she pulled back a little, her tongue swirling around inside of her mouth, she stopped at the head and then plunged downward again, this time taking him a little deeper. Again and again she took Thomas into her mouth. She felt Alex's hands between her legs and she moaned, spreading her legs even more. Lifting her head for a moment, she turned and watched as Alex spread her ass cheeks almost painfully, and thrust hard and deep into her sopping cunt, plunging all the way in on the first thrust. "Oooohhh god ya!!! Fuck me...fuck me hard!!!" Susan felt Thomas grab her hair and pull her mouth back to his shaft. "Come on baby...don't forget me..." he thrust his hips up and pulled her head down, just as Alex pushed in with another hard fuck from behind. Susan groaned loudly with her mouth full of cock, the vibrations racing up Thomas's shaft and into his balls. Losing control he grabbed her hair in both hands and started bouncing her up and down, faster...harder...and deeper. Susan didn't care. She was mad with lust and the two cocks inside her had her on the verge of orgasm. Her hands held onto Thomas's thighs as she was pinned between two rock hard fuck tools. Alex's hand reached forward and he started to flick his fingers back and forward over Susan's clit. "UuunnnNNnnGgggg..." Susan's came instantly. Her throat opening as she body let out a deep, lustful groan, her cunt racked with spasm after spasm of pure pleasure. Thomas, feeling Susan groan, thrust hard into her open throat, holding her there while her reflexes swallowed again and again. Pulling out of her mouth he grabbed his dick, jerked it a couple of times and let loose a stream of thick white cum into Susan's open mouth. His next stream hit her cheek and splashed into her hair. Finally his balls were empty and he looked at her enjoying the cum slide down her face and watching her lick her lips as cum passed over them. Seeing and hearing them, Alex couldn't hold back any longer. Susan's cunt milked the spunk from his balls, and he shouted out as the hot fluid pushed its way through his rod and broke through, spraying Susan's inner walls. He hammered into her, releasing the last of his jism into her body. Seconds later, they were all laying on Alex's bed. Alex on the left, Thomas on the right and Susan in the middle. Their legs were wrapped around each other as they spoke together happily, deciding that Susan should call in sick tomorrow, and already planning how to spend their time together the next day. Susan If I were asked to name the most unusual experience I have ever had, I would not have to consider my answer for even a moment. It would be the time I spent one spring, many years ago, with the curious Miss Susan Brobeck. The funny thing is, I spend a fair bit of time trying to chase fantasies and explore new territory. And yet the most unusual adventure of all landed serendipitously in my lap, so to speak, without a single bit of guile or effort on my part. That this is so often the case is one of the more delicious paradoxes of life, is it not? It was my first year out of college. The previous summer I had started my first professional job, as a biomedical engineer, living in San Diego. I was single, living alone, and took half of a small but clean duplex near the University. Although the accommodations were modest, it was my first taste of self-sufficiency, and it was exhilarating. I spent evenings and weekends spending my new-found professional salary with friends at restaurants, bars, and so on, having a generally grand time. Retirement be damned - I had a long time before I had to worry about saving. To me, 401K was a bingo number, and IRA was my great uncle's first name. I was young and attractive, and had my triumphs and tragedies with the ladies. But win or lose, always enjoyed the chase. The first time I met Susan she was unloading her belongings into the other half of my duplex with the help of a few friends (2 male, 2 female, if I recall correctly). I was both pleased and surprised. I was surprised because I hadn't even known that the previous tenant had moved out. I was pleased because the previous tenant had been a greasy, hacking 50-some-year old man who named Morey who wore Hawaiian shirts and sandals with socks, and spent most of his time at the off-track betting facility nearby - probably fitting in quite well there. Not that I have anything against 50-some-year old men - I hope to be one myself someday - but certainly a gorgeous college girl has to be considered an upgrade. And she was beyond gorgeous. When I walked up to her and introduced myself as her new neighbor, she smiled and held out her hand. I briefly shook her hand, and in that moment was hopelessly hooked. Her hand was soft, slender, and exquisitely feminine. She was tall - about 5'10" - and had long black hair, tied up in pony tail. She wore simple sneakers, cutoff jeans, and a cotton t-shirt (it was moving day, after all). He legs were tantalizingly long and velvety smooth. But the thing which immediately struck me was the soft beauty of her face. Not only was she pretty in feature and form, but the complexion of her face was perfect - her skin fairly glowed with a radiance and vitality. Now I know this isn't something a guy notices first in a girl - the clarity and health of skin usually ranks below tits in male conversation, for example - but in this case her skin was so perfect as to present a truly striking image. This framed emerald green eyes, which sparkled with dazzling brilliance in comparison to her dark hyacinth hair. And yes, she did have nice tits too. Overall she was a stunning beauty. It took me a while to recover my composure, and offer to help move her things. So this was my new neighbor. Wow. Some of her friends were cute too, but in my mind Susan outshone them all. When moving was done, I shared a bit of pizza she had ordered with her other friends, then I stepped back to my place with a renewed sense of the wonder of life. I occasionally saw Susan coming and going over the next week, and of course made an effort to strike up conversation. She was friendly and engaging, and I really felt like we were hitting it off. So far so good. Of course, I hadn't been forward enough at that point to ask if she was attached, and she hadn't let on either way. A guy can always hope! It was about a week after she moved in that I walked out of my place one day, and happened to see a man at her door. Seeing as how it was 8pm, that seemed sort of like a date. But he was actually much older than her - maybe 35 or so - and didn't really seem her type. He drove a Audi which was parked next to her car, in the driveway She opened the door and admitted him, as I walked to my car. When I returned home an hour later, his car was gone, and I could see her outline behind her curtain, apparently drying her hair in silhouette. So much for the date. At that time, if had someone actually told me the purpose of his visit, I would have dismissed it as laughably ridiculous. I had not the slightest suspicion of Susan's little secret. We conversed a few times over the next week, but that point, I didn't know her well enough to ask about any visitors. I felt like we were getting almost close enough that I could ask her out on a date, but as she was my neighbor, I didn't feel like I had to hurry. Also, I didn't want to mess up and create and awkward situation if she turned me down. So I wanted to make sure she was unattached and interested first. I thought I should give subtle compliments on her appearance to sort of indicate an interest without being too blatant. The next time we crossed paths, she was exiting with a female friend (hot looking, by the way) just as I was getting out of my car. I recognized the other girl as one of the friends I had met on moving day. "Hi Susan, what's up?" I called out. "Oh, I just finished midterm exams, and Rachel and I are going out to celebrate a bit with a night on the town." The two of them were dressed to kill, with short skirts, dolled up hair, and long silky bare legs leading down to black spike-heel pumps which seemed to consist only of a few thin straps. I could feel an embarrassing erection stir just from the sight of them, and I had to consciously try not to look too intently. The glow of the sunset was reflected in Susan's smooth sculpted skin, and I couldn't help thinking she looked like a perfect goddess. "You both look nice..." I couldn't think of what else to say, so I blurted out "that's a great color dress for you, Susan, it really brings out your nice complexion." Jeez, how lame was that - I sounded like I was trying to write for Seventeen magazine. But I was surprised at their reaction. It seemed somehow a significant comment to them. Rachel sort of looked surprised at Susan, and Susan gave an wink back to Susan and said something like "See I told you." In retrospect, it makes perfect sense, but at the time it seemed to add to the mystery surrounding Susan. It was a few days later that I noticed another strange car in the driveway at about 8pm. I hate to admit it, but I sort of hung out in the vicinity of my window for a while. At 8:20pm a young man emerged from Susan's apartment. He was tucking in his shirt, which could have meant anything from an errant shirttail to a wild naked sex orgy with Susan. This combined with the previous incident piqued my curiosity. I began to make a point of casting a gaze in my neighbor's direction each evening around 8pm. I was astonished at what I discovered. It seemed that every evening, around the same time, a fellow showed up at her door, entered, and then departed soon thereafter. As soon as I discovered this pattern, and became intrigued with learning more. I gave up pretending to myself that I wasn't obsessed, and started to regularly sit by the window starting at 7:45 just to watch. They usually departed well within a half hour. Sometimes it was only 10 minutes or so. It was not always the same fellow, but it was not always a different fellow either. I figured there were about a dozen of them all together. I became intensely curious about the purpose of these visits. At times my imagination ran wild - could she be involved in a secret drug distribution ring? Perhaps an international spy? If she was a hooker she was the Quickest Hooker in the West, that's for sure. At other times I dismissed the more fanciful explanations, and figured that maybe she gave music lessons or did haircuts, or something mundane like that. But in none of my musings did I ever guess anything as bizarre as the truth! A few weeks into this the entire mystery unraveled, and my adventure began. It was a Thursday evening, and I was at my usual post, sitting at the couch. It was 8:20 and nobody had shown up to see Susan - a first as far as I knew. I had been mainly watching the driveway, but suddenly from the corner of my eye I caught sight of Susan herself. She was heading straight for my door! I quickly picked up a magazine and pretended to read it so I wouldn't be just standing by the window staring out when she walked by. She knocked and I answered the door. As usual, she looked absolutely fabulous. She wore a light green tank top, leaving plenty of bare midriff on her tall elongated body. Her belly button was stretched vertically along her taut, thin tummy. A short skirt hung low on her hips, and high on her thighs. Those long beautiful legs, so exquisitely graceful and feminine, led down to her sexy pedicured toes and those nasty "fuck-me" type spike heels. As always, her face looked so incredibly kissable and soft that she seemed beyond sexy - closer to divine. "Hi, Mark, can I come in for a moment?" she asked. Well it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out my answer. She came in an I motioned for her to sit down on the couch. "Please, have a seat...can I get you anything?". At this point I set my magazine down on the coffee table, and realized with a start that I had been holding it upside-down. Holy shit! How embarrassing. She seemed to notice, with a suppressed smile, but I pretended that I didn't notice her noticing. Why is it that the more beautiful the girl, the more stupid the mistake? Oh well, still it was nice having her in my apartment for the first time. "No, but thanks," she replied. "I just came to ask you for a favor." At this point I noticed she was maybe behaving a little oddly. Not exactly uncomfortable, but not comfortable either. "Sure, whatever you want." She smiled and looked down at the floor. "Well perhaps you should hear the favor before agreeing so easily." Long pause. Still looking at the floor. "Well, OK" I said, not sure if this was an admonishment or not. "So...what's the favor?". "Well first let me explain something." She seemed to search a moment for the right words. "I bet you think girls are excessively vain and concerned with appearance, don't you?" "Well, I guess there is a little truth to that, from what I've seen." I hoped I wasn't offending her. I was just being honest. "A lot of truth really," she confirmed. "And I'm no different. Have you maybe noticed any feature of me that perhaps I could be vain about?" Apparently I looked blank. "Something I recall you commented about in the past?" she hinted. That jogged my memory. "Your skin" I blurted out. "Yes - I mean ... I don't mean to be too forward, but really your skin is something absolutely marvelous. I've never seen such a perfect face, I..." I trailed off realizing that maybe I was being too effusive, considering I barely knew her. But god it was so true - what a beautiful face. My cock faintly throbbed in my pants just from thinking about her beautiful face. She smiled modestly, but I could tell she was gratified by my noticing. "Yes, that's what I thought you would say. That's what many men - and women - say to me. I know it shouldn't matter - that I must seem silly in my vanity - but somehow this has become something I need. To maintain the youthful beauty of my skin. Can you understand that? I'm not so unusual really - after all, fortunes have been made by the promise of youthful beauty, haven't they?" I nodded in assent. "But I am unusual in one aspect." She paused, with dramatic effect, but still looking at the floor in front of me. "I have discovered a secret that actually works." She looked up at me, and it was apparent that she was dead serious. 'Oh my god,' I suddenly thought. I have been selected as victim for an infomercial. She has actually dressed up, and come over here, to lecture me on some feminine beauty product? I had visions of multi-level marketing, time share condominiums, and so on. I really didn't want to know, but it would have been too impolite not to ask. "OK..so, what's your secret?" I said, trying not to appear as reluctant as I actually was. I was ready for a load of advertising BS. I was mildly pissed off that rather than being actually interested in me, she was apparently seeing me as a marketing prospect for some bogus snake-oil product. Besides, what the hell did I want with some dumb feminine facial cleanser? Again she looked down at the floor. "My secret, Mark, is semen." She looked up plainly with a deadpan 'well there it is' expression on her gorgeous face. Slowly the wheels turned in my brain, which was functioning at about 20% capacity due to the presence of a sexy female in close proximity. "Beauty treatment"...."semen"....."do me a favor".... The conclusion I was coming to was to bizarre for me to ask if it was true. "Well. That's different," was all I could manage. "I know, you probably think I'm crazy. But you saw it yourself. You noticed it yourself. I swear, it seems like every person I meet notices my skin above all else - they tell me I am 'radiant' and 'youthful' and so on. And I know the reason. It's the semen. Sometimes I can't believe I do what I do to get eternal youth. I feel more than a little perverted sitting here and telling you this. But I swear it absolutely works, and I look - and feel - great because of it." She gave no indication that she was kidding. It seemed she had completely committed herself to this Faustian pact with the male fluid. There was a long pause in the conversation. I could hardly imagine what to say next, but the implications were obvious. So at last, I cautiously ventured forth. "So...let me guess what you want from me..." She smiled. "You got it." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Well Susan, if I had tried to guess the 'favor' before you told me, I'll have to admit that wouldn't have been my first guess. Wow." "I know, I know, it's a little unusual. But it isn't that big a deal, really." I was still shaking my head. "So what do you want me to do, keep a bottle here and bring it over once in a while? Lord knows, living alone, I generate my share surplus." "Well first of all, that wouldn't work. I have found that it loses its rejuvenating power almost immediately. It is very delicate stuff. And secondly, I don't think it would be fair to ask you for something without giving anything in return." She was staring at the floor again. There was something else. A moment ago I had thought I knew the big secret, but now I was curious all over again. "So..." Suddenly it hit me before she even said anything. Holy shit. The visitors. The 15-20 minutes. The were generating the stuff in real time, not bringing it over stored. "So what exactly do you mean..." I was still thinking when she blurted it out. "What I am proposing, Mark, is that you jack off on my face." She spoke deliberately and clearly. "That way, I get absolutely fresh semen, you get a thrill, and we call it even." She looked directly at me and smiled politely. "I like to think of it as a 'mutually beneficial arrangement'. " She sat back, and seemed relieved to have it over with. I wondered how many times she had been through this. Apparently at least a dozen, if my count was accurate. "Wow" was all I could say. I was in shock, trying to absorb it all. It was then that I noticed that although my upper head was having trouble grasping this fully, my lower head had apparently gotten the message loud and clear. An enormous erection strained anxiously my pants, creating a huge visible bulge. It yearned to spring free and get down to business. I looked up at Susan and saw that I wasn't the only one who had noticed. She was staring at the bulge, smiling smugly. Her look conveyed a confident "gotcha." And she was right. My dick was taking over my thoughts. "I guess that's a pretty hard request to resist.." I stammered, searching for the right thing to say. "Well then don't resist it" she said confidently. I think she knew at that point that she had made a sale. "OK" I gave in. "Heck, I'll try anything. So...umm...when do you want to do this...thing?" "Right now" she said, startling me slightly. Then I realized - it was 8:30pm...nobody had shown up yet. She had come over due to a cancellation, or a no-show. One man's loss is another man's gain. "Wow." I resolved to stop saying 'wow' so much. But shit, what else could I say? "You mean right here? Right now?" "Yes, why not? But let me say a few things first." She had of course done this before, and it showed. She pitched into her spiel. "First of all, this is not a relationship. I don't want you to treat me any differently. We are not lovers. This is not exclusive. This is simply a mutually beneficial arrangement. Second, this arrangement will last only as long as it pleases both of us. It is 'at will', and either of us can call it off at any time, no hard feelings." She giggled a bit at her little pun. "Agreed?" "Well, sure, OK." "Now since this is your first time, I understand you may be a little nervous. Let me explain what I expect, and hopefully that will put you at ease. It is important that the ejaculate be fresh, and that it be as large as possible. Please refrain from masturbating or having sex for at least 48 hours before you see me. If your ejaculate is too small, then I will have to terminate our arrangement. Is that clear?" "Yes ma'am" I said, in mock deference. But it was clear who was calling the shots - so to speak. "To increase the size of your ejaculate, you may do whatever you wish. Generally the ejaculate will be greater in volume the more excited you are. You may wish to get nude and masturbate for some time, and bring yourself to the verge of climax several times over a period of 10 or 15 minutes. This will create a very large and fluid ejaculate which spreads easily and covers my entire face." I was getting even harder listening to her talk like that. "I will generally be doing something else, like watching TV, reading, whatever. I don't have time to necessarily give you my full attention while you are building up your ejaculate. I would rather you take your time and build up the largest possible load, rather than feel pressured for time by having me waiting and staring expectantly at your cock. I will, however, dress attractively and remain in the room with you, so that you can look at my body if that pleases you. That may assist you in working up the largest possible wad of cum. You may also bring pornography or toys if you like. I have a VCR, and I have batteries. Please don't be bashful on my account. I want you to be maximally excited when you ejaculate, so you squirt out lots of hot wet cum all over my face." My cock was absolutely throbbing in anticipation at this point. I was afraid of losing it in my pants just from having this incredible knockout girl talk dirty to me like this. Even her matter-of-fact delivery was an inexplicable turn-on for me. "When you are ready, just say 'ready' and stand up. I will immediately come over and kneel in front of you. I will try to present the part of my face that I want to bathe in cum first. I generally try to change it every day - for example I might start with the left cheek one day, right cheek the next day, and so on. But after the initial spurt has hit this spot, please move your cock around and try to paint semen all over my face, as much as you can. Please keep going until the last spurt is out...I don't want to waste any fresh warm cum." Oh god I was in heaven. I could feel a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of my penis, and I hadn't even taken my pants off yet. Susan "Try to keep it on my face if you can. Cum in my hair, up my nose, or on my blouse does me no good. And lastly, you don't have to be afraid of contact. You may rub your spurting cock liberally all over my face while you cum. The softness and beauty of my pretty face all over your hard squirting cock will help you ejaculate more deeply and fully." At this point, my heart was absolutely pounding with excitement. I could barely contain myself. "After you finish, then I will apply the ejaculate to my face, and you will get dressed and leave immediately, without any further discussion. I don't like to socialize during this entire exchange. It makes things too emotionally complicated. I would rather keep this a simple transaction, that we both benefit from, but which has nothing to do with anything else. In your case, because we are neighbors, we have an acquaintance outside of this setting. You are not unique in this regard - some of the men who help me are from school, from my church, or other settings. In all these cases, I like to keep the two interactions completely separate. As my neighbor, we will socialize and may become friends. But at those times you will never mention ejaculating on my face. Likewise, when you are masturbating on my face you will not socialize with me. Understood?" I nodded eagerly. At this point I was ready to consent to anything just to be allowed to relieve myself. "Oh - and one last thing," she added. "No asparagus. Don't eat it for at least two days before you see me. I hate the odor it gives to semen." I couldn't help it - I was lightly rubbing my cock through my pants with my eyes half closed. "Sure, yeah, OK, no asparagus..." "So, that's about it. Any questions?" "Can I start now?" I managed to get out through my heavy breathing. "Of course!" She laughed and flipped her hair back over her shoulders, apparently in preparation for receiving a faceload from my hard horny cock. I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled off my shirt and removed my socks and shoes. I briefly glanced up at her for reassurance before stripping off my shorts and exposing my cock. She was smiling and apparently all for it. I pulled off my shorts and underwear in one stroke, and my eager cock sprang out with immediate and urgent rigidity. The cool air on my cock and balls felt exquisite. I looked up at Susan and nearly swooned with pleasure. I could scarcely believe that I was really there in front of her, totally nude, and completely and openly erect. I am not exactly Long Dong Silver, but I am blessed with a nicely large package, and at this moment it stood larger and more excited then I had ever seen it. "Wow, nice cock!" she exclaimed, then suddenly covered her mouth reservedly. I guessed she felt that she had broken her 'no socializing' rule with that comment. But I at least liked it. "Please, have a seat and pleasure yourself as needed. Normally we will do this at my place, and I will do other things, as I mentioned. But this time, since we are here, I will sit and watch you play with that big hard cock." I walked over next to her, my cock bouncing rigidly in front of me. God how wonderful it was to feel the taut tugging of my penis and balls as I walked! Her gaze fell intently on my dancing stiff cock, and it pleased me very much. I sat down next to her, laid back on the couch, and spread my legs. I felt that if I were to touch my cock, it would explode instantly in a shower of cum. So I instead gradually caressed my thighs, my tummy, my balls. Every once in a while I grasped my cock and tugged at it, feeling the wonderful erect hardness, flicking it and letting it bounce back stiffly. "Wow, it's so hard!" she couldn't help noticing. Her eyes ran hungrily up and down the length of my tall shaft, and I could almost feel her gaze, like little gossamer caresses. The excitement of being watched by this gorgeous creature was almost unbearable. It was almost as though her gaze alone was enough to send me over the edge. I continued to play, and a little dribble of pre-cum ran down the swollen head and dribbled down the straining shaft. Susan watched with apparent fascination, and her attention drove me wild with pleasure. She reached into her purse and pulled out a circular pad, made of some light cotton or paper material. I realized that this must be the "brush" that she used to apply the cum to her whole face. I couldn't believe we were actually going to do this all the way. The thought made my cock throb with delicious ecstasy, and I almost orgasmed right there. I supposed that I should take longer to follow her instructions, and build up a large ejaculate. But her story and the whole situation was so overwhelming that I didn't feel I could hold out any longer. I played lightly for a few more minutes, almost climaxing all over my tummy three separate times. My balls ached with the longing to empty themselves. The head of my cock was swollen and straining to let loose. At last I felt I couldn't hold back any longer. "Ready!" I said, as I stood up and faced her. She closed her eyes and leaned into my cock, placing the center of her forehead about an inch from the tip of my incredibly excited cock. "Oh god!" I couldn't help vocalizing as the first spurt flew out. I felt it start deep within the core of my body, and rush with incredible speed through the shaft of my cock and out the sensitive, stimulated tip. Splash! The first spurt hit her just above the bridge of her nose and splattered liberally over her left eye. Remembering what she had said, I thrust my cock forward and pressed it into the heavenly perfection of her beautiful little face. Nothing I could say would describe adequately the burst of tender softness I felt when the head of my spasming cock first came in contact with that silky smooth little angelic face. If anything, my second spurt shot out more violently than the first. Wave after wave of orgasm racked my body. Semen flew, splashed and dribbled all over her face. I ran my cock over her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her forehead. I wanted to paint every inch of that perfect face with my hot horny seed. She held the oval pad under her chin, and as the semen gushed out and ran in torrents down her face, it dripped liberally over the pad. Eventually even this was soaked. A big drop of cum dribbled on her bare calf, and another landed on the soft nude toes of one foot. Gradually, after what must have been a record number of spurts for me, the spasms subsided, and I was left slowly tracing the head of my cock over her stunningly beautiful skin. As the last little drops of cum dribbled out of my still-throbbing cock, I rubbed it freely in the semen and applied it all over her face. I caressed and painted her face with cum for at least two minutes - both of us in complete silence - using my still sensitive cock as an applicator. God what beautiful pleasure! Eventually she slowly pulled back, and began to wipe her face with the pad. She expertly applied an even coating of sperm all over her flushed and glowing face, while I watched in amazement. She went all the way to her hairline all over her face, under her chin, down her neck, and even beyond, eventually covering all exposed skin down to her collarbone, and down her chest to the tops of her breasts. Then she stood up, without a word, and walked out my front door to her apartment. I collapsed onto the couch in a daze. I laid there for a long time, eventually dozing off. I awoke at about midnight with a new erection, and so great was my excitement from the day's activities that I spread my legs and masturbated vigorously, fantasizing about my incredible experience with Susan. After about 10 minutes I felt the familiar but always surprisingly wonderful release of pleasure. Although I could have sworn I was totally empty, I managed to shoot thick wads of cum high on my chest, gradually decreasing in force until the sperm pooled in my belly button. Without even bothering to clean up, I fell back asleep, awaking the next morning with the dried evidence of my midnight activities all over my chest and abdomen. * * * Susan scheduled me again about 2 weeks later. It was torture waiting that long, but I made it, and it was well worth the wait. This second time, she worked on her homework while I played with myself. As would become my habit in the coming months, I stripped totally nude and sat in a large armchair. The chair had large convenient armrests - I could lie back and throw a leg over each one, and it held my legs spread wide open, with my cock and balls deliciously exposed. I pulled the chair right up next to hers to that I could see her beauty up close while I drove myself to a frenzy of excitement. Every few minutes she would glance up from her work, and give me a heartwarming silent smile. Sometimes she would reach over and tickle my shaft, or underneath my balls with her soft, slender feminine fingers. "Are you working up a big load of fuck juice for my pretty little face?" She knew just how to drive me crazy with the occasional well-timed commentary. Again I emptied all over her gorgeous face, in a splendid shower of pleasure. This time I delighted particularly in running the entire head of my cock all over her pretty little lips during our post-orgasmic penis caressing. I seemed to average about once a week thereafter - I was never sure how and why she chose dates. Usually she would tell me, at the start of each appointment, what date she would like to see me the following time. She recorded these in a little notebook labeled "Helpers". That's what she called us - her "helpers." I continued to chat with Susan when we ran into each other in the yard, or at the grocery store. Gradually, we became friends - maybe not best friends, but we occasionally did things together outside of our "mutually beneficial arrangement." I don't know whether it was her doing or mine, but it was a completely asexual and unromantic friendship. For my part, I think I didn't really press on making it anything more, because really what more could I want? The woman let me cum all over her face, and didn't care who else I went out with. That was not a boat I wanted to rock. We both dated around a lot, and I saw her coming and going with other guys, as I did with other women. She was not much of an evening person, but during the times when she did have evening plans, we would occasionally move our beauty appointment to 4pm instead of 8pm. When this happened, I couldn't help wondering what her date would think if he knew anything about her cosmetic preparation. A few times she went as far as calling this or that fellow her 'boyfriend' for a while, but they never seemed to stick for long. I think she was sowing her wild oats, and I guess I was too. Since her bedroom was only a thin wall away from mine, I did hear her with other men sometimes - not 'helpers', but actual dates, with actual sex. I always enjoyed this. She was not quiet during sex, and more than once laid naked on my bed masturbating to the sound of her cries of pleasure, as she satisfied herself on some lucky fellow's erect penis. I pictured her lying on her back, totally nude, receiving a good stiff fucking. I imagined her long graceful legs spread wide open, and those thin feminine feet and cute little pedicured toes bouncing in the air as she shook and trembled with uncontrollable orgasm, and received her lover's sperm deep inside her wet pink cunt. But I did not speak of this to her. There was no place for it. In our social relationship, it was not appropriate, and in our other relationship, there was no socializing. * * * My life as Susan's 'helper' continued, and each visit was a universe of erotic pleasure. I could go on forever describing each delicious detail. But in the interest of brevity, let me just relate a few of the more unusual occurrences that developed. I remember one time, shortly after I started, that I had offered to upgrade her phone jacks for her (making them support two lines each). I started well before 8pm, but ended up needing an unexpected trip to Radio Shack for a part, so I ran late. I was rushing to finish, but, much to my chagrin, I was still huddled over a nest of wires when the dreaded knock came precisely at 8pm. Susan seemed unperturbed as she answered to door. It was one of the men I had seen before in the driveway. "Hello Jeffrey, come on in. Jeffrey, this is Mark - it's OK, he's also one of my helpers." "Hey, I can take off for a while if you want," I offered. "Well, it certainly isn't necessary for my sake," Susan said. "Jeffrey, are you OK if Mark keeps working here?" "Sure," he shrugged. "Nothing he hasn't seen before, apparently." So I did keep working, trying not to stare. It was sort of interesting. He actually brought a vibrator, heels, and panties. He laid down nude on her couch, and draped the lacy girl's panties around his cock. For a while he dragged these up and down his cock, letting the lace and frills lightly tickle his hard shaft and penis head. After that, he masturbated using the woman's pump for a while. He thrust his cock inside it and let the heel strap tickle him behind the balls. Then he put lube on the vibrator, and played it around his asshole while he jacked off slowly, halting at intervals when he became too excited. Wow - not much inhibition there! I resolved to bring some new kinky toys into my own sessions with Susan. I kept working, and finished while he was still going. Susan came over and I explained to her how two-line phones worked, and how I had wired the various jacks. She was nonchalantly asking questions and discussing the phone wiring while 3 feet away a nude man masturbated on her couch. I was just wrapping up explaining to her when Jeffrey called out. "Ready!". "Excuse me a moment," Susan said, with a wink. I felt a little awkward standing there - I mean, it was weird to look, but it would probably be even more weird to not look. What was I supposed to do, stare off into space and feign a sudden interest in the chandelier? Anyway, I did watch. He had a nice sized cock, maybe not as long as mine, but also well above average. It was very thick, and rock hard. She knelt in front of him and cast her face skyward as he enthusiastically rubbed the underside of his squirting tool up and down her soft little face. I saw her tongue flick out and lick his balls a few times, which brought forth moans of pleasure from him. I was pretty much finished anyway, so I put away my tools as Jeffrey got dressed, and we both parted at about the same time. "See you later, Jeffrey." "Bye Mark, nice meeting you," he waved and got into his car. Just like meeting someone at the water cooler at work, I guess. * * * A couple months into this I received another little bonus, which was to stay with us for the rest of our association. I had just called "Ready!" and Susan assumed her position, but instead of just sitting there passively, she grasped my balls in one hand, the base of my cock in the other, and slid her pretty glistening lips over the head of my penis! She quickly slid her hot wet mouth down my cock as far as it would go, then withdrew it just in time to avoid a mouthful of sticky wet juice. I had an extra hot orgasm that time, bathing her face completely in dripping semen. I got dressed in silence, as usual. But as I was leaving, she looked down at the floor and said "I hope you don't mind what I did. You know....with my mouth....at the end there." "No, no, I loved it!" I said, of course. "Good. I like that too." She seemed very uncomfortable to admit that, as though it bordered inappropriate for our little arrangement. But she continued. "From now on you may tell me your ready a little early, and I can finish you that way if you like. " Still she did not gaze up from the floor. "OK! Great." I stood there. Awkward pause. Still no eye contact. "You may go now," was all she said. From then on, I was blessed to get the most exquisite cocksucking from her pretty little articulate mouth each time before I came. Usually I shot the first spurt deep inside her hot wet mouth. But she didn't seem to mind the wasted semen, and I sure as heck wasn't going to bring it up. * * * I remember other little incidents. For example, there was the time when Susan was on the phone - with her mother of all people - and continued the conversation, cool as a cucumber, while sitting and facing me and playing with my balls. When I silently mouthed "Ready!", she held the mouthpiece away, and continued listening while I released my pleasure all over her cute little waiting face. She managed to continue the conversation without missing a beat, although I did get a little cum on the phone. Hopefully I didn't short out anything. What on Earth would her mother think if she knew? A few times, when she was sitting at her vanity, she gave me another little extra treat. She had a jar of Vaseline there, and once in a while - prompted by god-knows-what - she would dip her finger into the Vaseline and rub it on my asshole while I was playing with my hard cock. Then she would slowly slide it in, and start tickling the back of my prostate. This was always done after I had been "at play" for a while, and always triggered a pretty quick "Ready!" from me. Most of the time she left her finger in there and probed and caressed while I came. These were very intense orgasms. Of course there were inconveniences too. I remember one time having a hot date with a new secretary from work - Lisa - the night before I was scheduled to see Susan. She seemed willing to do just about anything, and under normal circumstances I would have taken her to bed that night. But I was thinking that if I spent all my seed inside Lisa's tender young pussy that night, then I wouldn't have enough left for Susan's pretty face the next day, and she might 'terminate our arrangement' as she had said. I decided that Susan was too good to give up. It was uncomfortable disengaging from Lisa that night, but I did. I think I pissed Lisa off - she never did go out with me again. Then there was the time Susan answered the door in nothing but a towel, having just showered. The towel was too small, and didn't really cover her. She didn't move to get dressed though - maybe it didn't make sense to her to get dressed just to get cum on her clean clothes.. I got nude, sat in my usual armchair, and started working up my cum load. She busied herself with various tidying while I played. The towel was so short that I could plainly see her cleavage on top, and the erotic curve of her ass cheeks on bottom. I almost lost my load all over myself when she bent over to pick up things a few times, briefly exposing neatly trimmed pussy lips. When the "Ready" time came, she knelt in front of me and started sucking my cock with her soft wet mouth, as usual, and massaging the shaft and balls with her tender little fingers. But without her hands to keep the towel up, it collapsed in her lap, revealing to me for the first time her full round breasts, in all their nude glory. They were capped with large pink nipples, and large areolas. I couldn't help reaching down to fondle one as I released my orgasm at first in her mouth, and then all over her face. It was one of my bigger loads, probably due to the novelty of seeing and feeling her tits for the first time. She didn't say anything about this, and neither did I. When we were done, she simply wrapped the towel around her waist, apparently giving up on covering her breasts. She then sat topless at her mirrored vanity, and - as usual - applied the cum to her face with a pad, as I got dressed and left in silence. * * * If I were to pick my favorite time of all, though, it would have to be the Rachel incident. When I entered Susan's place that evening, I was not surprised to see Susan wearing nothing but sexy little panties and a lacy teddy. This was her common bedtime outfit. But I was shocked to see Rachel sitting on the couch in similar attire. Rachel's long red wavy hair cascaded down over the thin straps of her little cream colored teddy, which barely covered her full and prominent tits. Susan explained that she and Rachel were going on a road trip to Las Vegas early the next morning, and so Rachel was going to spend the night. Rachel sat on the couch with her long smooth nude legs tucked under her, looking incredibly tantalizing and hot. Her panties were extremely small, and rode high up on her delicious ass cheeks. Susan Susan explained to Rachel "Mark is one of my helpers, and this is the usual time." Apparently she had confessed her secret to at least this one friend. I wondered how many others knew. Susan joined Rachel on the couch, and they immediately launched into talking about their upcoming trip - show tickets, hotel prices, and so on. I stood there, awkwardly, waiting for her to finish with Rachel. I wondered if Susan and I would go in the bedroom this time, while Rachel waited out in the front room. That would be different and a little exciting. After all this time, I had still never actually been in Susan's bedroom. But the thing that really stirred the excitement was Rachel herself - I must admit to being a little of an exhibitionist, so my heart was pounding at the thought of doing the deed with darling Rachel anywhere in the apartment. My cock twitched excitedly at the thought. After about 30 seconds Susan finished a sentence in her conversation with Rachel, and looked up at me inquisitively - "Do you need something...?" Suddenly I began to suspect that maybe she wasn't going to finish with Rachel. Maybe she was expecting me to get down to business right there... "Um...do you want me to...come back when you're done or something?" I was trying to be unassuming. "No, if it's OK with you we can just do it now," she said plainly. "Rachel and I need to finish planning for this trip, but interrupt me when you're ready." I just about passed out I was so excited. "You mean just go ahead ...right here..?" Susan looked up again. "Of course, we always do it right here. Where else would we do it?" And then realizing the reason for my reluctance, she added "Oh, Rachel is cool, she knows all about it. Don't worry about Rachel, if that's what you mean." "OK, fine, " I said, trying to conceal my glee. Yes! I couldn't believe my luck. I was going to love this. They continued to talk animatedly with each other, totally ignoring me. I pulled my favorite chair directly up to the couch on which the two sexy half-dressed girls sat talking. I slowly started to undress. God this was great! By the time I pulled down my shorts, my dick was completely rigid, and feeling wonderfully full and excited. It sprang out and I couldn't help but look up at the girls. "Jesus, he's got a big cock!" Rachel said, looking at me but addressing only Susan. "Yes, it squirts a lot, too. He's a good one." They both giggled. It seemed so incredible that this was really happening. I sat down in my favorite position and started playing. I couldn't believe I was exposing my turned on cock to two half-nude beauties while they sat there calmly and carried on their conversation. It was not only fascinating to hear two college girls plan a trip, but it was an incredible rush of excitement each time one of them glanced over to check the progress of my arousal. I played for a long time that night, wanting to savor every incredible moment. At one point, Susan reached over idly and fondled my balls, as she often did, while still talking to Rachel. To my amazement, Rachel leaned over too. She reached out her hand and felt underneath my balls, then slowly played her fingers around the base and all the way up the shaft to the head. She ran the tip of her index finger over the head of my cock and wiped up a drop of pre-cum which glistened at the tip. Then she sat back down next to Susan and stuck the wet finger in her mouth, tasting my cum! I was absolutely in heaven. "Jesus, Susan, what a nice big hard cock that one is. You know, all this makes me really horny for sex. I really want to get laid in Vegas this time. That was so much fun last time!" Both girls giggled recalling the adventure that they had apparently shared but that I was not a party to. Still she talked only to Susan, as though I was just an object in the room. A masturbating sex object. Inexplicably, this turned me on even more. They continued talking about their plans until eventually I interrupted Rachel in mid-sentence with my "Ready!". Much to my delight, Susan did her usual blowjob finish on me, even though Rachel was sitting there. I had thought she might be too shy in front of Rachel. My body jerked with pleasure when her wet lips slid down my shaft. As my dick slid into Susan's mouth, I looked over at Rachel. Rachel returned my gaze and looked me in the eye for the first time that night. I trembled and went over the edge. When the first shot came out, I was at the end of an out-stroke in Susan's mouth, so the cum splashed immediately out her lips and down her chin. As usual, she removed my cock from her mouth at that point, and took the rest of my sperm on her face. As had become our custom, she held my cock with her graceful feminine hands and jerked it enthusiastically, rubbing the underside and the head all over her pretty little face while I bathed her in wet juicy cum. Rachel leaned over until her face was only inches from Susan's, and stared intently at the each spurt of semen as it flew out of the tip of my excited orgasming penis. "Mmmm...oooo...yes" she made noises of approval at each spurt. She even reached up and tickled under my balls again while I came. As my climax subsided, Susan rubbed my cock all over her wet face, as usual. But even at this point, the best surprise was yet to come. "Can I taste it too?" Rachel said, looking eagerly at my cum-covered erection. I was so shocked my legs wobbled. Somehow it even turned me on more that Rachel asked permission only of Susan, without even looking at me. Still grasping and caressing my penis, Susan pointed my hard throbbing dick over towards Rachel. Rachel leaned in, opened her beautiful full lips, and engulfed my sensitive wet cock with her generous warm mouth. She took it incredibly deeply inside her, until my balls touched her soft chin. She slid it back and forth in her mouth for a while, savoring the still-pulsing hardness. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, apparently savoring the sweet flavor of the wet cum that covered my penis. I felt a gentle warm suction as Rachel coaxed forth the last drops of juice from my hard cock. "Mmmm" she cooed again. The vibrations felt absolutely heavenly. Eventually, Rachel slowly slid her mouth off my still-rock-hard cock and sat back on the couch. Susan started to rub the cum all over her face with her cosmetic pad. And they picked up the conversation as though they hadn't missed a beat. I took this as my cue to get dressed and leave, which I did without further acknowledgement of my presence from either girl. That one in particular was an experience I will never forget. * * * EPILOGUE: As with all good things, this eventually came to an end, more or less. Susan finished college, and enrolled in graduate school in San Francisco, where she eventually got her Ph.D. Although we didn't correspond frequently, we did keep in touch. This was due to my status as her neighbor/friend, not because I had been a "helper." She did not keep in touch with all of her helpers - much to their dismay I'm sure. Through very occasional photos, letters, and holiday cards, I kept up with the basics of her life. She settled in Florida, married, and now has three children. I still live in California, with my wife and two children. Susan did continue to implement her little beauty secret even after marriage. I know this because I visited her during a business trip a year ago. I had called just to say I was visiting the area - expecting at most to maybe meet for lunch or something. But she insisted that I come over to her house, and meet her husband and children. So I did. After the children were put to sleep, and it was about time for me to go, she explained what I had been dying to ask all along. Yes, she did still have "helpers". Her husband was OK with it - after all, he couldn't possibly fulfill that entire need himself, and besides, her preferred actual lovemaking almost all of the time. And best of all, it kept her incredibly beautiful looking! In anticipation of my visit, she told me, she had not scheduled a helper for that evening. As her husband sat and nonchalantly read the newspaper in bed, Susan sat at her vanity in a sheer purple nightgown which showed her body nicely. I sat across from her, totally nude, and played until I was ready. As in the old days, she took my cock deep into her mouth for the last few strokes before I bathed her radiantly beautiful face in the warm healing fluid she so adored. I don't think her husband even noticed the brief naked blowjob, but if he did he didn't seem to mind. Today Susan is 38 years old, but everyone swears she looks 21. Isn't it ironic how Ponce de Leon sailed halfway around the globe, and eventually sacrificed his life, in search of a secret that turned out to be right there in his own pants? Susan Some of this story is true and some of it is just a lot of a wishful thinking. One thing IS true, though... I dearly love female derrieres! CHAPTER ONE.. I used to have the nickname/handle of ButtBytr and I didn't just pick it off the wall. I picked it 'cause I dearly LOVE BUTTS. Especially nice big round BUTTS... BUBBLE-BUTTS!! And I've seen many, many of them I'd love to byte... or at least nibble on (not to mention, hug, squeeze, caress, fondle, lick, and kiss). I don't really remember just when it was that I started admiring women's derrieres. I know that when I was a liddoo kid, of around seven, or eight, I would sit in a chair in the living room and look through the Sears catalog. And when I got to the women's lingerie section, I would become mesmerized at seeing all the women in bras and panties. I really didn't know what the fuck was happening to me, but I would get this SENSATION in my crotch... and when I put my hand there, and rubbed, it felt soooo good! When I would take a bath I'd sit in the tub and wash my tiny pecker, over and over and over again, while thinking about those ladies in the catalog. For many years, I was a "tit-guy"... my second grade teacher was an old gal of about 30, with fabulous tits, that stuck waaayyyy out there, especially when she wore a tight sweater... which was often. To this day, over fifty years later, a set of tits will make my mouth water and cause that SENSATION in my crotch. I don't spend 30 minutes sitting in the bathtub washing my dick, anymore... but if I did, and anyone walked in me, I'd tell 'em, "Look, this is MY soap, and this is MY dick, and I'll wash it as fast as I want to." No, now I sit in front of this screen... looking at some of the nekid ladies I have here. I guess I must have about 2500 on hard-drives, and another thirty thousand, or so, on CDs. I still love tits, but, when I see a woman on the street, in the mall, or in a store, the first thing I look at is her ASS!! I mean, I can walk slap-dab into a post, if my eyes are glued on a fine lookin' butt, as it sashays ahead of me. I deeply admire a fine pair of thighs, hips, and a plumpish, curvy ass... especially one that has really curves outward, in the back and the sides. I would guess that I've really been "into" women's asses for about thirty years, though I kept my preference to myself, 'til the last couple of years. Yep, I've cum outta the closet!! Now, I don't care who knows about it. And, I have to add the fact that I'm an EXTREMELY SHY GUY! I've become even more so during the past couple of years, as I've grown increasingly reclusive... with absolutely no social life. When around ladies, especially for the first time, I'm like I was when I was fifteen... with palpitating heart, sweaty palms, and stumbling for the right words. CHAPTER TWO.. All this, said, I'll start the story... a story that begins innocently enough, in the western Denver metro area, with me goin' into King Soopers in Bear Valley, one morning around ten-thirty. My intentions are to get some milk and bananas and go back to da house. As it turns out, it will be about seven hours before I got home. After getting the little red basket, I head for the produce section to get my nanas. My eyes are kinda heavy, from not getting more than about my usual four hours of sleep... I have not slept well in a long time. But, when I see THE BUTT, my eyelids pop wide-ass open. My first view is from the rear... and what a REAR it is!! It's encased in a pair of snug jeans, not those damn relaxed fit, and loose fit kinds that so many insist on wearing these days. This butt totally packs those jeans. I mean this is one of the finest asses I had ever seen, oozing sex, without being obscene. It curves gently outward at the side and the rear... then curves more sharply inward to meet her luscious thighs. She has magnificently formed thighs and hips, by my standards... but to the many fitness crazed folks of this day and age, she is about twenty to twenty-five pounds overweight. I reluctantly tear my eyes from the ass, to enable me to take in the rest of her body. I judge her to be about five-nine, with shoulder length light brown hair... and wearing a red and white striped tank top. In many previous sightings of a great ass on a woman, when viewed from the front, it's a let-down... a face that only a blind mother could love, or totally titless, or with a big belly, or a combination of three. So, I shake my head, preparing myself for a disappointment, as I move over near where she is picking through the heads of lettuce. I stop by the cucumbers, and using my peripheral vision, check her profile. Well, lemme tell ya, this lady has some fantastic tits... probably about 40 Ds... straining at the front of her tank top. Sheeittt! I can't see any traces that tell me she's wearing a bra, and I see her nipples poking at the material. My eyes drift up to her face, and I see that she should be about 33, and no raving beauty in that department... in fact she has rather plain features. If I were to look at her from the neck up, I probably wouldn't give her much more than a glance or two. Just as I am taking in her face, she turns toward me... moving toward the radishes. She catches me looking at her, and she cracks a slight smile. The smile broadens somewhat, as she looks down at what my hands are doing. I was unaware that I had a pretty big cucumber in my hand... probably about eight or nine inches long and about four and a half inches in diameter. She moves along side me, and after excusing herself, picks among the cucumbers in the bin. After about a minute she holds one up that is about six inches long and about two inches in diameter. She slowly encircles it with her hand and kinda strokes it. She is standing so close, that I can detect just a touch of fragrance along with that freshly scrubbed aroma. One of those yummy breasts in within three inches of my arm, and I cannot resist moving slightly, so that my arm touches her tit. My God, it's so soft... yet firm, at the same time. I jump back, feigning embarrassment, and mumble an apology. She cracks that very slight smile again, and nods. The lady then moves around me and walks down the aisle, with my eyes watching every movement of her ass, as it undulates in her jeans. I don't think she walks that way intentionally, but I could watch that ass for-fuckin-ever. Did I mention that I LOVE ASSES??? Yeah, I know... CHAPTER THREE.. I find myself standing there with sweaty palms and a palpitating heart, not to mention a semi-hardness in my crotch. I stand there for a minute, then look down and see this damn cucumber in my hand... I must look stupid as hell. Tossing the green, big-dick lookin vegetable into the bin, I try to remember just what the fuck I came in here for. Oh yes... bananas and milk. I grab a bunch of nanas, without even thinking about whether they were yellow or green, then head for the dairy section. Looking down at the gallons of milk... I'm checking the expiration dates... I sense that someone is standing beside me. I grab a container of milk and turn to see the same stacked-ass lady from the produce section next to me, looking at the whipped cream. She cracks that same trace of a smile... as she glances at me... and reaches for a can of cream. Just when my blood pressure had retreated back to a near state of normalcy, UP it goes again. And, after sneaking another look at that ass, junior decides he wants to wake up again, too. Her smile widens as she asks, "What, you decided you didn't need a cucumber?" "N-N-No," I stammer, "changed my mind." Still smiling, she asks, "Tell me something. Do you always go around staring at women's butts?" Sheeeiiitt!! Talk about dumbfounded and speechless, I couldn't even stutter a reply... I mean, what the fuck do I say to a question like that? Finally, I say that I don't always do it, but I couldn't help noticing how attractive hers is. I expect her to give me hell, accuse me of being a dirty old man, and stomp away in a state of outrage. But, she doesn't. Instead, she continues to stand there smiling... seemingly enjoying my humiliation of being caught drooling. "And just why do you find my butt so attractive?" My mind is going full blast in high gear, trying to think how I'm gonna get outta this. "Well, ya see, I'm a kinda amateur photographer," this part's true, "And I've taken a lot of pictures of ladies in various poses and lots of them in swimwear and lingerie." this part isn't. I fumble in my shirt pocket for one of my cards. Cards that I created myself... just in case, on my computer. I've handed out about three or four cards... with no response... and damn sure didn't expect to get one this time, either. "And, is this the kind of butt you like to take pictures of?" "Oh, yes ma'm, I would really love to get some shots of you." What I WANTED to say was that I'd love to get a shot at getting some of that ass, or at least put my hands on it and caress it. She looks at me with a halfway-serious expression, and asks, "Where do you do your photography work? Do you have a studio?" "Not really," I reply, "It depends on what kind of shots, and what they'll be wearing. If it's swimsuits, I usually find a pool, or go to the greenbelt, by the creek. If it's lingerie or less, it's usually in their homes." "Oh..." she mumbles, and starts walking away. Once again, I watch the cheeks of her ass rolling rhythmically in her tight jeans. Junior rises even more... enough so that I have to put the basket in front of my crotch. CHAPTER FOUR.. Deciding that I'd better not push this situation any more... I take my milk and bananas to check out, half-way expecting to see her there, too. She's not. I glance around the store, hoping to catch one last glimpse of THAT ASS! No... it's not to be. Oooookay, so I won't see it again... but, I damn sure will remember it.. for quite awhile. The kind that will etch itself into my memory... and when I get home, I'll probably give my lil "soldier" some massaging. After paying for my stuff, I stop at the Lottery scratch-game machine and insert a dollar bill. I grab the ticket, stuff it in my shirt pocket and head out an toward my old gray Pontiac. I don't ambulate all that well at times, due to my artificial left leg. An "unloaded" shotgun took part of my left leg... from about eight inches below the knee, twelve years ago. I make it to the car and am unlocking the door, when a blue GMC van pulls into the spot next to me. It's one of those conversion vans with very dark privacy glass which prevents anyone outside, from seeing who's inside. Just as I open my car door and put my bag inside, the front passenger window of the van lowers and I hear a lady's voice "So when do you do your photography?" I peer inside the van and see that the voice is coming from the owner of THE BUTT. She's sitting there with the motor running, and that impish little trace of a grin on her face. Once again I'm half-ass speechless, as I lean on the passenger door. "Wh.. wh.. whenever..", I stammer, "Whenever the opportunity arises. I usually keep at least one camera with me all the time." Now speaking of "arises", as I'm looking into the van at her... the sight of her excellent-looking melons inside the striped tank-top, has junior doing a little "arising". "So, you wanna take a couple of shots this morning?", she asks. "Of what?" I ask, rather stupidly. "Of my butt, silly. I've been going swimming almost everyday, so I keep a couple of swimsuits in the van. I've got a one-piece and a bikini. You did say you'd like to get a couple of shots of my butt, didn't you?" "Oh, yes ma'm," the words come pouring out of my mouth, "I most definitely would!" My mind is racing... trying to figure if this gal is serious... and if she is, where in the hell do I take her to get those shots. She'd fucking kill me, if she knew that I'd never done this before. "For God's sake, please stop calling me, 'Ma'm', my name's, Susan." As I stand there, I know my face has to be blushing all to hell... And, looking at her face... framed by her lustrous light-brown hair... I find myself paying more attention to her features. Medium-sized, slightly up-turned, nose... big green eyes... and complexion that is just a little lighter than olive. But, when my eyes automatically lower to her abundantly round bosom... and those damn protruding nipples... I think I'm gonna fuckin-drool, right there! "I know a lovely place near Conifer.. where there's a creek... and there's nobody around during the week.", she says. "There are almost always people in and around the greenbelt. And I can change here in the van. Would that work?" "Yes, ma'm... uh, I mean Susan," I'm trying, trying so hard, to say the right things... my palms and armpits are soaking wet, from nervous sweat, "I'll follow you. And by the way, I'm Wally." "Nonsense!" she says, "No need to take two vehicles. You can ride with me, and I'll bring you back. Are you really a 'Butt Bytr', like the card says? Never mind, you don't have to answer that." No need for more talk at the moment... I reach in the back seat of the car and grab my camera bag... which has one camera and an extra roll of film in it (not even my best camera.. good one... but, not the best). Not even giving one thought to the milk and bananas on the front seat, I lock the car and get in the van with Susan... and awaaaayyyy we go. CHAPTER FIVE.. During the ride up to the mountains on 285, we exchange lots of small talk. She tells me that she's always known she had a nice looking butt... and a few others have told her that... but, nobody had ever wanted to take pictures of her because of her butt. She says she's been divorced for 5 years and that she was 45, which shocked the hell outta me... I swear, I woulda thought early 30s. Susan informs me that she had only been to bed with two men in her whole life... her husband, and a guy she dated about two years ago. She has two children... both grown and married, and does quite well as a real-estate appraiser.. sometimes dabbling in buying and selling property. She tells me that she works whenever she wants to. I tell her a little about myself I ask her exactly what prompted her to, even speak to me in the store. She replies that she's always been somewhat of a flirt and a tease... and never carried anything passed the teasing point. According to Susan, I looked so interested in her butt, and looked so damn bashful, that she just couldn't help making a comment in the store. And that, she felt extremely flattered that I, a complete stranger, would want to actually take pictures of her, that she couldn't pass on the opportunity. I am so engrossed in conversation with Susan, that I don't even notice when she turns off 285, or the different roads she takes. All of a sudden I find that she has pulled of a very narrow trail-like road, and has parked under some trees... about fifty yards from Turkey Creek. She says she grew up around here, and knows the area like the palm of her hand. She comes around and opens the sliding door on the passenger side... digs in a tote bag... and pulls out two swimsuits. The one piece is spandex in a solid off-white color, and the two piece is bright yellow. "Which one do you want me to put on?" "Why not get some shots in both?", I ask. My mouth is watering just visualizing that body in either one. Not being able to figure out just how she's gonna cram all tits and ass in so little fabric. "Okay. Why not? I'll be right out." She jumps in the van... and closes the door... leaving me with my stupid tongue hanging out of my stupid mouth. Not wanting to reach in for my camera bag while she's in there changing... I look around and marvel and the beauty and serenity of our surroundings. Yes... we really could get some good shots here, without having to worry about the embarrassment of having other people around. Don't know how the fuck she changed so fast... but, the van door slides open again, and out she jumps... in the one piece. My mouth and eyes open wide, as I behold this statuesque queen with the spandex molded to her body. I stare in wonderment, and wait... waiting for those breasts to fall right out of the top of her suit... they're threatening to break free and I just know that they will at any second... but, they don't.. DAMN IT!! She then slowly turns around, affording me a view of THAT BUTT! My GOD! I'm totally flabbergasted at the sight of that wonderfully curvaceous ass, tightly encased in the white spandex. "Is something wrong?" she asks, "Doesn't it look as good as you thought it would?" I have to turn around and grab my camera bag out of the van... just to hold in front of my crotch. My cock is rising very rapidly, and since I just HAVE to act professional, I can't let her see the bulge in my pants. "No, No! Nothing is wrong, Susan. The fact is, that it looks more glorious than I had dare to imagine. How in the world do you manage to keep such a fantastic body at 45?" "I'm one of those few lucky people," she replies, "who never have to worry about gaining weight. And I work out a couple of times a week at home. So, now... since I've never done this before, you'll have to tell me how to pose... or show me. And you can close your mouth now, Wally. I'm convinced that you're impressed." I close my mouth... reach in the bag and retrieve the camera... and try to figure out how the hell I'm gonna disguise my hard-on, when I have to put the camera bag down. "You can go ahead and put it down, silly. " she says, as if reading my damn mind. "I really have seen bulges in men's pants before." CHAPTER SIX.. "Oh well...", I say, as I put the bag on the ground. "Just act natural, Susan. I hate the exaggerated poses that most of the models have. Most people would much rather see amateur shots of ladies just being in natural poses. You just move around, slowly, as if doing various things... and I'll tell you when to hold that pose. Okay?" Susan goes to the van and digs out a blanket, that I guess she carries for winter weather emergencies, and takes it into the grass for sitting poses. During the next few minutes, I get several good shots of Susan, in a variety of poses that accentuate her breasts and ass. But, I haven't gotten that GREAT shot yet... the one from the 3/4 rear, with more weight on one leg than the other... the one that really tells just how fucking curvy her ass really is. I try to talk her through the pose that I want, but, she just can't get her hips positioned the way I want. "Well.. Damn!" she says, "Just come here and put my hips the way you want them, and I'll hold it 'til you get your shot." I put the camera down, and walk over to her, wondering just how I'm gonna handle being that close and actually touching that body... and still be professional. Lightly, I touch her shoulders, and turn her a little. Then... then... I put a hand on each hip... cocking them slightly, then kneel down and tell her to put more weight on her left leg. While doing this, my face is only a couple of inches away from the heavenly cheeks of her ass. "DAMN, SUSAN," the trembling words come from my throat, "you have the finest ass that I have ever seen. I can't help it, but I have to ask this. May I just caress it for a second?" "If you really want to... PLEASE DO!" It seems as if her own breathing is becoming more rapid. Not quite sure of where, if anywhere, this will lead... and being as bashful as I've always been... I tentatively put my fingers on her spandex-covered cheeks. Very gently I caress her roundness... then, not being able to resist the urge... place my face against the almost imperceptible indentation, that is the crack of her ass. "OHHHHhhhhhhh...", I hear the moan coming from her throat, as she pushes her ass gradually back against my face and mouth. "Damn, I shouldn't be doing this. But, it's been so long... SO DAMN LONG! Come up here a minute, then you can get back to what you're doing." Susan I stand... and she turns around to face me, and I move against her. We are almost the same height, so our lips meet without either of us having to bend our heads. The kiss is just a touch, at first, with both just kinda tasting each other. Then our lips lock and our tongues begin a violent struggle to see which one gets into the others' mouth first. Our arms are encircling each other, and our hands are wandering, and touching, and grabbing... seemingly wanting to touch everywhere at once. Susan's tongue wins the battle, and plunges deeply... with my mouth trying desperately to devour hers. My hands settle on the cheeks of her made-for-pleasure ass, and squeeze... pulling her tightly against me, forcing my up-standing rigid cock against her feminine mound. She gyrates her hips... grinding against my cock... with animal-like grunts coming from deep within her. Suddenly, Susan puts her hands to my chest and pushes me away to arm's length. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, as she turns away from me. "I can't, Wally... I want to, so much... It's been two years... but, I just can't. It's too sudden, and I'm very confused right now." She puts her hands to her face and sobs, "It's just that the posing in my bathing suit for you, really excited me. Then, when you touched my butt, I lost all control. My butt is one of my most erogenous spots... I love it to be touched and loved. But, like I said, I'm confused right now." "That's okay, Susan," I said, as I walked up behind her and gently put my hands on her shoulders, "I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of a situation. It was definitely not very professional of me." "Tell me," she asks, "you've never done this before, have you? Taking pictures like this, I mean?" "Was it that obvious?" I reply. "You were far too nervous, to have done this before." "I'm afraid you're right", I say, "But, when I saw your butt in the store, I just had to keep looking at it every chance I got. Then when you just came right out and asked me about it, it was the first thing I could think of. Then one thing led to another. I'm really sorry, for mis-leading you. I don't guess you want to take any more pictures now, so we can go back." "No. I don't want to take any more pictures, right now..." she says, still without turning around. She leans back against me, a little... with her hair against my face, and her ass just barely touching the front of my trousers... where my shaft is still hard enough to cut diamonds. "Hold me, Wally. Please hold me tight." CHAPTER SEVEN.. With that, I encircle her upper body with my arms, and move forward against her.. holding her tightly, necessitates me putting my hard cock against the crack of her ass. "All your talk has been about my butt... " she murmurs, "Don't you even like my breasts, a little? They love attention almost as much as my butt does." She takes my two hands and puts them on her impressive tits. I cup each one gently... feeling the nipples become instantly erect and poke the palms of my hands right through the material. I nuzzle beneath her hair, and begin to kiss and lick her neck. Her head falls backward against me as her ass, once again, begins to move against my groin. I push my cock hard against her undulating butt... and move my hands to the top of her suit. It doesn't' take much effort to pull the suit down from her bulging tits... then I can feel her hot flesh and pointing nipples. From where my head is on her neck, I can see that she has gigantic aureoles... half again as big as silver dollars. "OHHH, SUSAN," I murmur in her ear, "I'm gonna damn-well die if I don't have those in my mouth." "YESSSS," she says, as he turns around to look me in the eye, "I don't want you to die... so suck them, PLEASE! GOD, they need sucking, soooooo much!" I turn her around... bend my head... and try to put as much of her right breast into my mouth as I can, but, I can't get much more that the aureole and nipple in. I suck hungrily... much like a baby would, who is way past feeding time. I kiss her nipple... lick the whole outter area... then begin flicking my tongue back and forth across the nipple... as I cup and squeeze it's twin on the left. Susan's hand reaches my crotch and grabs. Then, hastily begins to undo my belt and zipper. "OHHHH..." she pants, "I've just gotta hold that!" My trousers soon drop to the ground... quickly followed by my jockey shorts.. and my turgid cock springs outward into her waiting grasp... pre-cum covering the bulb. Susan doesn't say a word about the prosthesis on my left leg. I switch my attention to her left breast, as one hand reaches around to stroke the cheeks of her ass. "Susan, I wanna lick you all over.." I mumble, "I want to make love to every inch of your body." "YES!!" she groans, "and me, you. But, later baby, right this minute, I want that dick in my mouth, and then right inside me. We have lots of time for all the rest, later." She tugs downward on her suit, 'til it's around her ankles, then drops immediately to her knees... and without any preliminaries... takes my entire cock into her starving mouth. With her sucking voraciously on my shaft... I feel as if it will explode at any second. Sensing this, Susan squeezes tightly around the base of my cock for a moment... decreasing the urge to cum, for a moment or two. She licks up and down on my cock, then concentrates on licking the underside of the head... driving me in-fucking-sane. My cock is only an average sized one... but now it FEELS HUGE! Susan then falls backward onto the blanket... with her knees up and legs spread wide apart... her pleasure-palace already visibly moist, in anticipation. I quickly get on the blanket with her and she pulls me, none to gently, on top of her. I begin to position my cock for a slow entry into her pussy. But, she's having none of the slow entry bit... she grabs my cock and pulls it into her. My God!! I know it has to hurt her.. she is soooo tight. Now I believe her about her not having had sex in two years. Her pussy is the tightest and hottest pussy, my dick had ever been in... but it is, moist enough for relatively easy entry. She thrusts her pelvis upward so that every bit of my cock is inside her. I begin to counter-thrust... trying desperately to keep up with this sex-starved lady. I pound my cock into her harder and faster... getting caught up in the urgency of the moment. Susan is crying and screaming at the same time as violent spasms overtake her. I feel the wetness surround my cock as she cums, and cums, and cums. Just as I am about to release my own juices, she rolls me over onto my back and straddles me, and continues her hip gyrating. She leans forward so that her delicious tits are within easy reach of my mouth... and I suck first one, then the other... while holding and squeezing her ass as it's bouncing up and down on me. I can't fucking hold it any longer...and I feel the tingling that begins deep within me... then the explosion as my burning cum surges in my balls, then through my cock, and finally gushing forth deep into Susan's pussy... to mix with the her own juices, as she has yet another orgasm at the same time. Spurt, after spurt, after spurt, of my cum pours into her. Temporarily exhausted, Susan falls forward on top of me... kissing my mouth deeply, and passionately. "DAMN!" she tells me, between deep breaths, "I needed that so much! I don't know how much longer I could've done without." "I'm so glad you waited 'til I came along." I reply, "I just don't want today to be the only time." "Don't you worry about that," Susan says while gazing into my eyes, "I'll be here anytime, and every time, you want me. But, Wally, it will HAVE to be JUST ME! I will NEVER share a man with anybody else, again. Think you can deal with that?" "OH HELL YES, BABY," I tell her in between light kisses on her face, "that's just the way I feel. We both better be damn sure of that right now. Can you be sure, in this short a time? I know I am." "Yes, darling... I am sure, right now. And if you even think about making love to anybody else, I'll do a 'Lorena', on that." Saying that. she contracts the muscles in her pussy and tightens them around my slowly diminishing cock. "In just a few minutes," she says, as she rolls over and lays on her side next to me, "I would love for you to continue what you were doing, and what you said you wanted to do... 'cause honey, if you're able, we've only started." "I'm able," I tell her, as I toy with the light brown hairs of her thatch, "and I hope you don't get too tired of me , too soon. I'm gonna want to pay a lot of homage to that ass, and the rest of your body... a lot of homage." "I will gladly accept any and all attention you'll give to my ass, and my breasts, and any part of me." Susan said, as she reached over and started fondling my cock. "My God, Wally, I didn't have any idea I was that damn horny... and, I don't mind telling you, that you'd better be able to handle me paying a helluva lot of attention to your body, too. I mean.. you'd better think about it... I don't think I'll ever get enough of sucking your dick, and I'm liable to just start sucking it at any time.. in the middle of the night, when I wake up, in the bathtub, while we're eating supper, while you're driving, while you're reading the paper... I might just start sucking it ANYTIME! And, Darling... I haven't had much experience doing a lot of sexual things. Both my ex, and the one boyfriend, only wanted a quick fuck... in the traditional man on top position. They didn't want to take any time for foreplay. They didn't want to try new positions. They didn't want to really get to know all of each others' bodies. They, without exception, just wanted a quick fuck. I think that, with you, all that will be different." CHAPTER EIGHT.. You're not going to believe this... but, I've never even had a man put his face between my legs. REALLY! I mean it. I've never been eaten, and I've never, before today, had anyone put their face on my butt. I've been quick-fucked, and I've had a little attention paid to my breasts. But, both of them only wanted to bite my breasts, pinch them, and squeeze them, really hard! They just wanted to hurt them.. Both of them got off hurting my breasts. I like some nibbling, and squeezing, and pinching, but, not so hard that it really hurts. I've never been treated gently, like you did today. My cock starts feeling a touch of new life, as she continues her stroking. I tell Susan that I had probably been with about 80 women in my life... but, that at least three-quarters of them had been when I was pretty drunk. I tell her about my living in a fucking bottle for about thirty years. I tell her about my three wives... who were all twenty-six when I married them, and all were Libras. I tell her that for most of my life, I had been like her ex-husband and boyfriend, I had only wanted a quick fuck. That I didn't really care about satisfying a woman's needs, just my own. I tell her that I can't believe that I've really fallen for her, in such a short time... and that it's not just sexual, but in many other ways. We turn on our sides, facing each other... our lips meet... and we kiss each other... tenderly. Our hands slowly caressing each other. "Please don't hurt me, Wally." She asks, as her eyes show the beginning of new tears. "I don't think you would hurt me physically, but, I'm talking about mentally. If you're not really serious about us, tell me now. If you don't want a permanent relationship... then tell me... and we'll make love for the rest of the afternoon... then I'll drive you back, we'll say good-bye, and that will be the end of it. No hard feelings. Speaking of hard feelings... from the feel of your dick pressed against my stomach, I think we've caused some more HARD feelings." I kiss her again... long and deeply... pulling her as tightly against me as possible, then I look her in her moist eyes, and say: "Susan, first of all, no, I would never, ever, hurt you physically. Second.. I do want a permanent relationship with you. I'm ready to commit to that RIGHT NOW! I'm ready to spend the night with you tonight, then wake up, and tell you the same thing in the morning. I'm ready to do whatever the fuck it takes to be with you. And baby, I will be faithful to you... there will be nobody else... believe me!" "I do believe you. Please, please, don't let me down." she tells me, as she breaks the embrace and stands, "Now, my sweet, I really have to go pee. So, if you'll excuse me for a moment..." She reaches down, picks up her swimsuit, and walks to the other side of the van. My heart soars as I watch THAT BUTT walking away. SHHHEEEITTT! Most women look better with SOMETHING on.. panties, pants, SOMETHING. But, Susan's ass looks even finer than it did in King Soopers. I take the opportunity to do the same thing that Susan's doing... take a leak. Finished, I turn around to see Susan... with her swimsuit on again... reaching in the van. She brings out two cokes, from some she had gotten at the store. I sit on the blanket as she walks up, and hands me one. She starts to sit down with me, but I tell her to just stand there a minute, that I have some unfinished business that's behind her. She looks at me with smoldering eyes, and asks me what kind of "business". I turn her around and begin caressing that splendid ass again. I'm wondering if she's a mind reader.. 'cause I was thinking that I love to caress a great ass, in panties, or swimsuit first, then take it off. I rub my face against the spandex as I gently kneed her cheeks. My tongue begins to lick her inner thighs, just below the bottom of the suit... as one hand moves around to the front, and cups the mound of her femininity. I continue the manipulations with my fingers and tongue for several minutes, as I can't seem to get enough of feeling that big curvy ass. Her hips begin gyrating again, and pushing back into my face, seeming to beg for more. Finally, I reach up and begin to slowly tug the suit down her body, as I get to my knees. My lips kiss, and my tongue licks... every bit of skin as it is slowly revealed from the falling material. I feel Susan's body begin to tremble, as she reaches a hand around and holds my head. When the skin of her ass begins to appear... my tongue trails right down her crack... probing deeply between her abundant cheeks. When the suit is at last, on the ground... I turn her around and begin to lick her belly.. and her moans become louder and her hand on my head, more urging. I tongue-fuck her navel, which makes her squirm. My hands are squeezing the lush mounds of her ass, as my tongue licks a trail down to her well-trimmed pubic hair. My tongue bathes the entire region with saliva, as Susan's trembling becomes almost violent shaking. CHAPTER NINE.. "My darling," I look up into her half-closed eyes, and say, "you are about to have your pussy eaten for the first time." "OHHHHHHH, BABY!" She moans, "I can't stand like this any longer. If I do, I'm gonna fall. Please lay back." I lay back with my head on the blanket, and Susan drops to her knees, with her delectable pussy right above my face. My hands grab the cheeks of her ass and pull her honey-pot down to my eagerly waiting mouth... and my tongue begins licking her outer lips. Licking, licking, licking... up and down, up and down, up and down... gradually working deeper, and deeper, and deeper. At last... my tongue finds the knob, which is her clit. At the first touch, spasms erupt from deep inside Susan's body, and she begins to shudder uncontrollably, and screams. I feel the wetness as she cums... and I swallow it, then suck her clit.. tantalizing it with my tongue... then my mouth fills with more of her liquid, which I swallow. It takes all my strength to hold my face to her pussy... as her hips are bucking ferociously. Finally, Susan's spasms and shuddering subside... my tongue still deep inside her. I feel my own urgency, as my cock is as stiff as it can be. It would have been very easy for me to start spurting my own cum, as Susan was having her orgasm, but I concentrated on her satisfaction, instead. She releases her hold on my head, as I reduce my grabbing of her buttocks, to merely caressing. I tell her to stay kneeling, while I slide out from under her. She looks at me quizzically, but stays that way, til I get on my knees behind her... then she understands, as she feels my pre-cum wet cock against her ass. I rub my staff up and down her crack, then she reaches between her legs and grabs it. Almost as she did, the first time, she quickly inserts it into her still-hungry pussy... and pushes her ass back hard against me... causing my cock to be fully inside of her. She begins to buck violently back and forth... as she is fucking me, not me fucking her. Oh well... I don't mind at all, as I put my hands on her ass and try to keep pace with this long pent-up sexually starved woman. I feel her spasms again as she screams at the top of her lungs that she's cumming again. The feel of her tight, hot, wet pussy engulfing my engorged cock, is too much... so I forget all about holding back... and release the floodgates, allowing my river of hot sticky liquid to flow through my cock, and deep into Susan. She feels the spurts of hot cum and begins to clamp the muscles in the walls of her pussy, against my cock... squeezing it, releasing, squeezing, releasing. At last, my own spasms gradually go way... and I drop my weight on Susan, who in turn, drops to a completely prone position. We're both wheezing and panting... hearts racing... starving for breath. "Well," I manage to ask her, "how did you like the first time to have your pussy eaten?" "God, it was so... so... " she tries to breathe and talk at the same time, it was just terrific, it was beautiful, it was magnificent. I just pray it won't be the last time." "Not to worry, my Sweetheart, I plan to add eating your pussy, to my regular diet. And, my Darling... I don't know how you feel about this... but, your ass was made for a helluva lot more attention than I've paid to it so far. Susan... soon, very soon, I want to really make love to your ass. By that, I mean, I want to do more than just lick your cheeks and your crack... I want to lick around your tight little hole. And even put my tongue inside you back there... and, I don't know if you've ever had it done before, but I would really like to... ah... er... I mean,... ah..." "I know what you mean, Wally." she whispers to me, "And, no, I've never had it done to me, but I've fantasized about it many times. You're such a tender person, I know you wouldn't hurt me, so... yes, I want for us to do that too. I want for us to do EVERYTHING! Anything that either one of us has ever thought about doing... I want to do it with you." DAMN! The thought of tongue-fucking Susan's rosebud... and actually fucking her in her fantastic ass... WOW!! My cock slides out of her wet box, and I lay on her so that it is in the crack of her ass. My face is between her head and neck... and satiated, I close my eyes for a minute... CHAPTER TEN.. I am startled awake by the feel of icy-cold water on my privates and the feeling of wetness all over my body. I open my eyes to discover it's raining... one of those light August afternoon showers, that are common in Colorado. When I closed my eyes, the sun was still pretty high up in the sky... probably around two or two-thirty, but, I know that it is much later than that now. I feel the icy-cold water again, and look down to see a sopping-wet Susan... splashing water from a plastic bottle on me, and lovingly washing off my cock and balls. "I kinda thought this would wake you up, Sleeping Beauty." "So how the hell did you get so wet, Honey?" I ask her, as I sit up. Susan "I've been bathing in the creek," she laughs, "and brrrrrrrr, the water is c-cccold." "I k-know!" I said, shivering as she pours more of the frigid mountain stream water on my cock. "Well... I had to get us both cleaned up..." she says, grinning impishly, "cause, as soon as we get dried off... we're getting into the van... the back of the van, if you can stand some more of me." I put my arms around her wet and naked body... hugging her close to me. Damn! A woman's skin feels wonderful when naked, but add the element of wetness... and the feel is truly indescribable. My hands and arms glide over her body as I plant my mouth on hers... "God! You feel so damn good when you're wet." I mumble against her face. "Well... does that mean that you'll be making love to me in the bathtub??" she giggles, "I have a really big bathtub with whirlpool jets." "Hmmmmm," I look at her with fake seriousness, ".. I'll have to give that some more thought." Susan draws away.. looking astonished. And I am quick to pull her back and tell her I was just kidding... that I would look forward to making love to her in the bathtub... every damn time I see her in it. "Will you really stay with me tonight?" moistness is beginning to show in her eyes again, and she grips my hands tightly, "So I won't wake up in the morning and wonder if this was all a dream." "Baby, I was hoping and praying you'd want me to." I reassure her, "I don't ever want to let you out of my sight." "We can do it in the back of the van another time... many other times," Susan hugs me again, "Would you mind if we just went home, now... my home... together, and make love in my bed? I've had this beautiful king-size canopy bed for over a year and a half, now, and I've never made love in it. Can we go initiate it, RIGHT NOW?" "If you're waitin' on me, we're wasting time, Hon!" I tell her as I start to get up, "Let's get our shit together and get the hell on the road to your house!" "Honey..," Susan starts getting up, too, "could you just stay with me, so it can be OUR house? Or am I pushing things too much?" "Darlin'", I reply, while gathering my clothes and the blanket, "I like the hell out of that idea. Remember, I said that don't ever wanta let you outta my sight again. I've found a treasure, today, and unless you get sick and tired of me... I'm gonna be with you... from now on!" I decline the offer, when Susan asks me if I want to drive back... I tell her that I would really enjoy just riding and enjoying her company and the scenery. The truth of the matter was that I have some serious thinking to do... thinking about my home situation, and how to handle it. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I am going to be with Susan, for as long as she'll have me. However, I still have to break the news to my wife. CHAPTER ELEVEN.. Since Susan doesn't smoke, I've only had two cigarettes since we met... one on the way up, and one as we were getting our shit together, to leave. But, thinking back, I really hadn't wanted to smoke... even if I had had the time. Susan doesn't mind if I smoke... so I lean back and light one up to help me think about what I have to do. The relationship between my wife (Diane) and me had been going rapidly downhill for quite sometime. Diane, is 26 years younger than I (she's 34)... We met when we both worked for a gov't agency in early 1988. I was 51 and she was 25. We were both married at the time. I had been married for about 26 years... and the last 16 was only for the kids (big mistake for any couple to stay together for the sake of the kids). That marriage was a mistake from the very first day.. but, you learn to live with your mistakes... even if you have to live with them for 27 years. Anyway, to make a short story out of a long one, Diane and I eventually got together and married. I eventually discovered that there was something missing in our relationship, and she was not what I really wanted. I was very much confused and fucked up, but I knew that I was not really and truly turned on sexually by Diane. Sex with Diane was fair at first, until the novelty wore off... and then began to deteriorate. One of the reason is that I'm the kind of guy who needs VISUAL stimulation... meaning I like a lady to be sexily packaged (not like a hooker). I'd at least like to be able to tell if she has breasts and butt. Diane began to wear "comfortable" stuff more and more... the type of clothes that do absolutely nothing for her figure. Those were her go-to-work clothes... when she got/gets home, it's into a baggy-ass T-shirt and shorts, or sweats... Shit that's at least two sizes to big for her. I mean that gives me NO visual stimulation... At bedtime, she'd undress, jump into bed, and expect me to be ready to perform. I've mentioned this to her on numerous occasions, but she always cops an attitude and claims that she wants to be comfortable. I haven't mentioned it in quite some time now. I got sick and tired of trying to fake it. We could both see the handwriting on the wall and we both decided we needed to part company. Diane said she would be moving out as soon as she could make arrangements to find a place to live. Now? Well now the picture has changed. It won't be necessary for Diane to move out after all. Susan told me she has a rather up-scale, four bedroom home in the southern part of Jefferson County. There are no children at home... which is great, 'cause I just couldn't deal with kids again. She advised me that she had room for my computer and all my books and pack-rat stuff, and that she'd help me bring it to her house.. but wouldn't help me bring it downstairs from mine. Didn't think it would be to classy of her to go in while Diane was there. So... Now, I just have to tell Diane... but, when? It's five o'clock now, and Diane will be getting off work in half an hour.. heading home, to an empty house. I'll have to call her and tell here I won't be home, so she won't worry... then tomorrow, or sometime, I'll have to tell her that I won't be living there again, ever. CHAPTER TWELVE.. Almost as if reading my thoughts, Susan looks over at me and says: "You've hardly said a word the whole way back. Are you having second thoughts? We're approaching the 285 intersection with C-470, as I reply: "Not at all baby... not at all! Just wondering if I could use your cell phone, to leave a message at home. A message that says I won't be back, except to get my stuff." "Of course, Darling, there's no reason to make her worry. No matter the problems you two have had, I know she'll still worry about you. Do you want to go by tomorrow, while she's at work, and start packing your things? " "Yes," I answer, "but, I don't need to call. If you'll just swing by there, I can pick up some clean clothes and toiletries, and leave a note. We can be gone before she gets home." I think to myself, "Leave a note?? So that's all the consideration she deserves after 7 years?" He still loved Diane, in his own way. She was truly a wonderful person. In so many, many, ways they were compatible. She'd been not only a wife, but a real partner, and a buddy. But, right now, was not a good time to wait and explain things to her. But we do stop at my house just long enough to pick up the necessities, then head to the Bear Valley King Soopers, to retrieve my car. It just now dawns on me that I've had a gallon of milk and bananas on the front seat of that car... with it sitting in a hot scorching sun, most of the day. So after disposing of the, now ruined, bananas and milk... I follow Susan to her place. I got my shit outta my car and helped her unload the van... turned out that she also had some items that she'd gotten from the grocery, that were spoiled. She led me into the house, and after depositing our stuff... literally fell into each others' arms. Our mouths met and our tongues began their hungry exploration. My hands fell instinctively to the heavenly mounds of her ass, and pulled her against me. My cock had rested for a couple of hours... so was once again straining at the front of my jeans... and I pressed it hard against her crotch. She began to move her hips against mine and moaned loudly, then pulled away. "Come on", she said breathlessly, "let's get you settled in. We have all night, and the rest of our lives." She gives me a grand tour of her spacious home.. which is immaculate... and when we get to the master bath... shows me the Jacuzzi. The tub is huge... big enough for at least three people to take a bath at the same time. She puts an arm around me, with her hand gently squeezing my butt, and tells me that many's the time she's laid in there in such a position so that one of the outlets is jetting water into her pussy. She say's she's lain like that, imagining that a man was in there with her... beginning to wonder if that time would ever come. I do a little squeezing of my own on her ass, and assure her that will make love in there many times. When we arrive in her bedroom.. I see that she really does have a huge canopied bed in a very spacious room. The large windows offer a splendid view of the foothills and the Rocky Mountains. I spot a picture on the dresser... one which would get a butt lover's attention in a hurry. It's a picture of two women in bathing suits. I know that one of them is Susan (in the off-white spandex, which I adored her in earlier today)... the other lady is in also in a one-piece bright red suit. The other woman is a little shorter, and about 20 pounds heavier than Susan... a really hefty gal. The other woman has a smaller bust-line than Susan... but a LOT MORE ASS! Can't understand it, but here I am with Susan, who has a GREAT ASS... and I feel my prick stirring while looking at this lady's ass. She had a big ass, but it was a big, sassy, sexy-as-hell, ass. Susan walks up beside me and fills me in... telling me that the lady is her sister, Janice. "Janice is 52." she tells me, "When they were giving stuff out... I got more tits than she did... but she definitely got a bigger butt, and a few more pounds. That reminds me, I have to call Janice. We were planning to play cards here tonight... but I've found something I'd much rather play with." She gives me a wicked grin and a grope in the crotch... then Susan picks up the phone on the bedside table and begins dialing, explaining that she has to call her sister, to tell her that she has other plans for tonight. While she's standing next to the bed, talking to Janice, my eyes again devour her exquisite body, and settling on the red and white tank top. I see her nipples are almost full erect and threatening to poke right through the confining cotton. Not being able to control my urges... I move to the bed and sit on the edge, right in front of her. Susan puts a hand on my head and begins tousling my hair, as put an hand around her butt and pull her between my legs. As my head moves forward, I raise my open mouth and take her right nipple into it... fabric and all. I suck and nibble on that nipple as my cock becomes even more active in my pants. I release the nipple and my hands work their way under the top and raise it over her elegant tits. She juggles the phone between her hands as I take the garment off her. Each of my hands grab a hunk of ass cheek and pull her closer, so that her tits are right in front of my face. Squeezing the globes of her butt, I move my mouth to her left nipple and start flicking my tongue, ever so lightly, back and forth across it. Susan begins to writhe, and I can tell she's having a very difficult time concentrating on what she and her sister are talking about. My mouth moves to her right breast, where it goes through the same routine with that nipple. But, then I open my mouth and begin to suck the nipple inside.. while still using my tongue to tantalize it. Well.. that's the end of the phone conversation... as she tells Janice that she'll call her later...that she has bath water running and has to go shut it off. Almost slamming the receiver onto the phone... Susan reaches down between my legs and encircles my bulge in her hand as I continue savoring the taste of her huge nipple. "My God, am I becoming a nymphomaniac?" she murmurs, as she quickly releases my blood-filled cock from my pants. "It's so beautiful... I want to suck it and fuck it at the same time. Just listen to me... I've never talked this way before... but, I just can't help it... you've created a monster... a monster who wants to do EVERYTHING to you and with you." With the last words... she puts both hands to my shoulders and shoves me back on the bed. My cock is only about average in size, I guess, but if she wants to think it's beautiful, then that's fine with me. Susan takes off my shoes and sox... then yanks my pants and shorts down, and takes them and my prosthesis off. She then quickly shucks her own jeans and panties and dives between my legs. As she falls on top of me... her open mouth instantly engulfs my jutting cock... and sucks it with such ferocity that I gasp loudly. At this moment, Susan is not a gentle woman, but a woman who is trying to make up for years of doing without, in a single day. Her mouth releases my manhood... she looks up at me, almost apologetically, and says, "Wally... will you... ah... I mean... er... ah... will you please eat me again?" "Susan, my dear sweet Susan," I say, as I take her face tenderly in both of my hands, "you never have to say, 'please', rather it should be I, who should ask you if I may taste of your delectable juices." CHAPTER THIRTEEN.. Abruptly, Susan bounds from the bed... grabbing my hands and pulling me with her... "Come on, remember that Jacuzzi tub I told you about, and you just saw? Let's go see how much lather we can put on each other. Then it'll be nice and clean, for your tastebuds." I want to tell her that I would gladly eat from her honey vessel right now, and any time, but I have to hurry to put my leg back on... and follow her to the bathroom. She's turned on some very romantic instrumental music... and is in the process of lighting a couple of candles, that I failed to see, when we came through here a few minutes earlier. Susan then flips off the light switch. The candles are of the scented variety... and their aroma, together with the glow that they cast... and the soft music emanating from the little stereo... tranform a regular bathroom, into a room with the ambiance that is very conducive to making love. She turns some knobs, sprinkles in a little powder and soon the tub is filling with bubbly water. Susan her big, gorgeous body, puts a foot over the tub and starts in. She is so fucking beautiful, that my cock is jerking and oozing pre-cum, as I brace myself against the wall to take my leg off again... then I follow her into the bubbly froth. Though the tub is big enough for three people... we sit facing each other with our legs around the other. Picking up a bar of sweet-smelling soap, Susan's hands dive into the warm water and begin to give my dick the kind of soaping that I used to give it over fifty years ago.. when I was a kid taking a bath. As she was doing that, I got another bar of soap and began soaping her tits... probably in the same manner she's done by herself while sitting in this tub... alone... so many times. The feel of those mammoth, wet, soapy, breasts beneath my fingers was driving me fucking-wild... especially considering the way she was "washing" my cock. I took a moment to reflect on some of the other ladies... I'd come to know in the relatively recent past. These ladies, I've written about in other stories. There was Laura (from the Our 1st Meeting story)... who accepted a position in New York City.. and I had absolutely no desire to go to the Big Apple There was Carolyn (from the A Cup of Coffee and a Slice of Love story).. which ended tragically. There was Yvonne (from the Flower Shop Lady story)... I figured there was too much of an age differential between us. All these ladies were great looking, and fantastic fucks (the best, up to that time)... but, none compared to Susan. Between Susan's fingers, delicately soaping my rod... and my view of her body, through the bubbles... I have acquired a tremendous, raging, erection... one that is threatening to burst forth with great gobs of cum, at any second. Reluctantly, I remove her hand and tell her to just lie back for a few minutes and allow me to lather and wash her body... completely. "I've never had anyone bathe me, since mom did it when I was a little kid." she tells me. "Well, my Darling... you are MY little kid now... it's my turn. You are way past due for a lot of pampering." As I say this, I've reached for a sponge, and begin soaping and washing her feet. I've never had a foot fetish, but right now, it's easy to see how some people are get a fixation for them. Susan's are a little on the large side, however, they are really flawless... as is her entire body... which is exceptional, given her 45 years. I slowly and meticulously wash each foot... gradually moving upward to include her ankles and calves... as she leans back, closes her eyes, and allows herself this luxury. I move the sponge a bit higher... on first, her right leg... bathing her knee, and spending a little extra time on the back, or underside of her knee. I've heard more than a few women tell me that, behind there knee is one of their erogenous areas. This must be true, as Susan lets a faintly audible moan escape her lips as I concentrate on that area for a moment. Then, it's onward... being very careful to keep the upward pace to only a fraction of an inch at a time. As I lift more of her leg out of the water, and begin washing the outside and top of her thigh... I feel myself getting even harder... as I let my gaze trail up her inner thigh. then my bathing follows where my eyes were... tenderly rubbing the sponge, first on the underside of her thigh... then the inner portion... moving closer... and closer... and closer... the forest, beyond which lies her castle. With less than an inch before coming in contact with the forest... I drop the sponge and use my hand... to move to the left thigh, faintly hearing a little sigh of disappointment from Susan. She was so sure that I was prepared to invade the forest right then... and more than ready for it, as was I. But, retrieving the bar of soap, I lather my hand... and proceed to bathe her other thigh, in the same tantalizingly slow manner that I did the right one... moving upward at an sensuous crawl... centimeter, by centimeter. I lavish a lot of attention on the under and inner portion... again, moving closer, and closer, and closer. Susan's breathing has quickened appreciatively, and her lower body is involuntarily moving from side to side... her eyes still closed. At last... I have, again, arrived at the apex of your thighs... bringing a quickening of both of our heartbeats... and still more squirming of your hips... in anticipation of the attention I am about to bestow upon your garden. But, instead, my hand detours around your thatch... moving slowly upward onto your stomach. You moan louder... and thrust your legs and feet around my waste and with great strength and urgency... pull my torso closer to you.. "ENOUGH, DAMNIT! Enough teasing, awready! I can't take anymore, Baby, I NEED YOU NOW!" you exclaim as your hand dives once again for my "BIG SOLDIER", half of which is jutting above water. Impishly, I reply, "Why Baby, I'm not teasing you... I'm merely giving you that bath I promised." I must admit, that it's taking every single ounce of willpower I can muster, not just dive forward and plunge my cock deep into your starving pussy, your grip tightens, almost unmercifully, around my fuck stick. I get more lather on my hands, and move to your slick breasts... and begin to lavish them with my soapy caresses... both at the same time. Susan The end of the academic year was fast approaching. Although I had lived with Susan in the same small dorm room for the year, although we would be roommates again in the fall, I felt compelled to make my move before we left the campus for the summer. I could not begin to count the number of times we had seen each other in various stages of undress, or how often we had seen each other fully nude in the shower, or how many massages we had given each other, or how often one of us would suddenly look away with a slight smile and a discernable blush. I definitely felt drawn to Susan, and I was almost -- almost -- positive that she felt something for me as well. I peered at her from underneath the warm cocoon of my covers. Although it was nearly 9:00AM, Susan still slept, which did not surprise me given that she had returned very, very late from a party. Laying upon her back, she looked so peaceful, so serene, so angelic, so innocent. Definitely not for the first time, I wanted to reach out to her, to touch her, kiss her, take her in my arms. I had many times shared a hug with her, but I wanted so much more, to feel her body against mine not just for a few seconds, but for a few lifetimes. Indecision seized my chest and set the butterflies to flight inside my stomach. I wanted so desperately to leave the warm safety of my bed and cross the short distance to the bed upon which our future together could very well be decided. Yet I gazed upon her -- noting the slight parting of her lips, the form of her breasts accented by the covers, the slow movement of her left leg, a subtle flare of her nostrils, the black roots starting to betray her red-dyed hair -- and was hesitant, questioning whether now would be the proper time, to go to her and awaken her with what would be to my knowledge her first Sapphic interaction... 9:12, and I was still undecided. As usual, I had gone to bed wearing only a panty, and I wondered if that might work against me, if seeing me almost fully naked as I approached her would scare Susan from what could possibly otherwise be a wonderful future for us. Her lips moved -- briefly, as if she was mouthing a word -- but then remained slightly parted. I wondered if Susan was still asleep, her mind still clouded in dream, or if she was slowly starting to awaken. At last, my heart decided. As I began to draw back the covers, my heart rate suddenly increased, my heart pounding so hard that I could feel my breasts pulsing. The cool air of the dorm room washed over my mostly-bare skin, creating goose bumps upon those already created by my nervousness. The tile underneath my bare feet was at once jarring to my senses and completely unnoticed, for I was quite focused upon the young beauty sleeping just three feet away from me... Carefully, slowly, not wanting to disturb Susan's sleep, I sat on the edge of her thin bed. Underneath the covers, she moved an arm, bringing it to rest just below her breasts. I hesitated for a moment, wishing that was my arm in such a prime location. But then I turned my attention back to the angelic face of a sleeping beauty, gazing upon her with desire and with love. Seemingly in slow motion, I leaned over her, my face languidly approaching hers, an arm reaching across her to finger a few strands of her soft hair. My lips brushed hers, and my body seemed to be abuzz with anticipation, for this was the moment I had dreamed of for days, the moment which could very well determine the future I might or might not share with Susan... She whimpered softly into my mouth, her breath filling me. She stirred, her lips parting just a little. My few hand stroked her cheek, and she whimpered again, fueling me with her breath. I lifted my lips away briefly, then kissed her again. This time, she responded. Her lips moved with mine, which sent a surge of joy throughout my being, causing my heart to expand within my chest. I lifted my face away, and we both opened our eyes as one. Susan's gaze was definitely unfocused, her hazel eyes still laden with the remnants of sleep, which meant that I could not discern what was going through her mind, whether she was confused or happy or distressed by the fact that her roommate had just kissed her awake. I felt her arm move against me underneath the covers, and instinctively sat up straight again as she withdrew her arm. Reaching toward me, I watched as she rested her hand high upon my bare thigh, her thumb nearly touching my lilac panty. "Do you want to share my bed?" she asked quietly. "Or perhaps my body, or my life?" I smiled, for the ice had been cracked, although not necessarily broken. "I want to share everything with you, Susan," I replied honestly, placing my hand upon hers and noting its warmth. Her eyes began to clear, and it was evident that she was not speaking from a dream or from the haze of sleep. She was indeed speaking from the heart. Yet I was a little puzzled when she said, "Get up." I complied, reluctant to lose the contact of her hand upon me. But as soon as I was standing, Susan drew back the covers and slid toward the wall against which her bed was positioned. "Join me, Sara," she offered. She did not need to repeat herself. Trying not to show my excitement, I slid into my roommate's bed for the first time and brought the covers over us both. Like me, Susan only ever wore a panty to bed, and not only was I able to hold her for the first time, I was able to enjoy the feeling of warm skin against warm skin as her heart conversed rhythmically with mine, and our lips spoke with feeling. Susan When I write a story about someone, usually, I change their name so that those reading the story and who know me will not recognize who it is I am writing about. Only, this time, I cannot change her name. This time, I need to tell my story, her story, about Susan. Hopefully, by telling this story, it will rid me of the desire for her and maybe help someone else who is experiencing a similar, abnormal attraction to someone. Maybe, part of me hopes that she is out there somewhere and reads this story, which is why perhaps I do not want to change her name. Maybe, part of me hopes that she contacts me, again. Yet, even if I did change her name, she would recognize herself in the story by the location and the other detail elements that I mention. Moreover, I know she is out there living in Rhode Island somewhere still, married or divorced. I do not know. Susan left such an impression on me for so long that if she was to call me today, I would be at her door, again. Some women leave you with no self-respect. Some women have such a hold on you that you can never let go of them for fear of abandoning any hope that they still love you, if they ever did. She had a dangerous hold on me. Normally, I am not the jealous type but she brought that emotion out in me. Back then, if she told me to kill someone, I may have. She made me blind with desire for her. She made me forget that I was married with children. She was my devil and I had a devil of a time with her. I was powerless in her spell. She was a drug and I was addicted to her. I think she loved me in her own way, that is, if she could love anyone other than herself, then she loved me, at least, I thought she loved me. Maybe, she just used me. I would like to think that she loved me and still thinks of me today wondering where I am now. I am sure that all of us know someone like Susan. Was there a woman who you pined over for years after it was over? Truly, I loved her and, had I thought that I had a chance with her, would have left my wife. Yet, deep down, I knew she was not sincere and, deep down, I knew she was using me. I found out later that I was not the only one, too. She had a handful of men who she manipulated and toyed with their emotions using their lustful desire for her against them. They were her ticket to the fast life buying her drinks, giving her drugs, buying her gifts, taking her out to dinner, paying her bills, and going away on weekend trips. I never figured she needed the money but her father cut her off from the family fortune when he found out that she was hooked on cocaine. It was her mother who paid her high monthly rent for her fashionable apartment in Back Bay. Fortunately, one night, she revealed herself to me and I was able to break the hold that she had over me and pull myself away from her, leave her behind, and remove her from my thoughts. Still, here I am 20 years later, writing her story. Never in my life have I ever experienced anything like that, like her. Never in my life do I ever want to experience anything like that, like her, again. The emotion that she brought out in me was sick and demented. It was a cult love. If you have not experienced that kind of twisted attraction for someone, then you will never understand what it is that I am writing about. Yet, for those of you who have experienced that deep desire for someone, someone who you would do anything to be with, someone who used you knowing that they had you wrapped around their finger, then you know what I am writing about. I met Susan when I applied for the job of a Controller for a furrier on Newbury Street in Boston. You would have to be a Bostonian to love Newbury Street. With its wide sidewalks and expensive boutiques, hair salons, upscale clothing, and jewelry stores, Newbury Street is Boston's version of Beverly Hills Rodeo Drive. The sidewalks are full of people every day from 9am to 9pm. Parking on Newbury Street is impossible. Many double park risking the Boston Traffic Department tickets from the meter maid. I found a way to get around the parking meters, tokens, Chucky Cheese tokens, worked wonders. Now, I do not know if they still work because Boston recently installed those new digital meters but back in the late '80's early '90's, one 25 cent Chucky Cheese token gave me the full two hours on the meter, instead of the allotted fifteen minutes, that would have cost $2.00. Sometimes, the Chucky Cheese token jammed the parking meter completely allowing me to park all day for one 25 cent Chucky Cheese token; that is, until the meter maid got wise and chalked the tires. I laughed thinking about the Boston Traffic Department opening up the meter expecting quarters only to find brass colored Chucky Cheese tokens. They must have been looking for me for years because I used them for years saving myself thousands of dollars in parking fees. Yes, thousands of dollars. You figure 40 hours a week parking at a buck an hour multiplied by five days a week, 52 weeks a year and 10 years parking on that street, less, of course, the $1.00 a day that it cost me in Chuck Cheese tokens. I saved about $17,150 over a ten year period. Anyway, I digress, back to the story. Susan was the receptionist at the furrier. She was one of those women who made your jaw drop. You could not remove your stare from her. She looked like a dead ringer for Katherine Ross of The Graduate fame only better looking. Only, she had the personality of Loni Anderson, smart, confident, funny, and quick witted. She was Italian and came from money. I found out later that her father was in construction and they lived in a big mansion in Rhode Island off Narragansett Bay. It did not occur to me that little Susan was the daughter of a significant Mafioso, but she was. Still, even if I knew back then that she was connected with the mob through her father; I still would have not veered away from her. With her lush raven hair, big mahogany brown eyes, olive complexion, and a body to make any man swoon, she was intoxicatingly beautiful. We struck up a friendship, going out to lunch a couple times a week, and arranging to meet for dinner and/or drinks after work, once in a while. I was in love with her. She was special. College educated, she was very personable. Only, she had a boyfriend, lots of boyfriends, I found out later, and I was married. Besides, she was eight years younger than me. To most guys, the age difference is a turn on but for me, it bothered me. We were from different times. She was 28-years-old and I was 36-years-old. That's not a huge age difference to some but she was a young 28-year-old who loved the nightlife and I was a mature 36-year-old who appreciated going home after working all day, instead of going out clubbing until dawn. Still, I could not get enough of her. I thought about her every minute of every day and dreamed about her at night. Still, I was her boss and with sexual harassment laws just coming more into play and being enforced, I did not want to risk losing my job. It was a good job with a big salary. Nonetheless, she flirted with me constantly and I was flattered by her attention. We had been working together for nearly two years when, one day, she called in sick. I did not think anything of it until she called me again in the afternoon asking me to stop by after work for coffee. It was a weird conversation. I had never been to her apartment and, actually, had never been alone with her. We were always out and about in public. So, this was more like a date than a quick lunch or a drink after work. When I arrived at her apartment, she seemed a bit nervous and disoriented, acting like she had been drinking. I chalked it up to her cold medication, too much Robitussin, I figured. She said she was feeling better and wanted some company. It hindsight, I think she had been popping pills or taking cocaine. Filled with my lustful desire and active imagination, I headed over to Susan's apartment promptly at 5pm, as soon as the boutique closed. I imagined having sex with her. Hey, I'm a guy. Guys think about sex 24/7, especially when you are young like I was, back then. She lived on Beacon Street, just a couple streets over, less than a 10 minute walk away, which I made in 5 minutes. When I got there, it was obvious that she was not sick but just wanted to take off the day. She looked radiant. We chatted over coffee while sitting on her couch listening to music. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed me, French kissed me. Her kiss blanked my mind making me forget my name, the time of day, and that I was married with children. Now, I have been kissed many times before but never like this. We guys maintain a list in our heads, ranking them by numbers, of all the women we have ever been with and Susan was a bullet to the top hitting the number one best kisser ever, still, even to this day. We kissed and kissed until my lips were sore but I did not care. I loved making out with Susan. Then, when she allowed me to feel her D cup breasts and her firm round ass, well, she had me. I was hooked on her. We guys are so easy. Yet, that was as far as it went, at least, for a long while. She was big on kissing and allowing me to feel her up but that was it. Over the next few months, we had plenty of these make out sessions but it was so bittersweet. I found being with her very frustrating. Never would she reach down and feel my cock through my pants and never would she allow me to remove any of her clothes. It was torture and torment. She toyed with my emotions. It was two years after I left that job that Susan called me from out of the blue. That story, unfortunately, is erotic and hot and is for another category and another day. Stay tuned for Susan Ch. 02. Susan: A Story "Were you following me?" Her voice stopped me in my tracks. When I turned around I could see a face etched with rage. "Yes," I said. The face now turned blood-red in fury, "You fucking perve ..." I put my hand up to stop her but I don't think that did it, I think she was just so outraged she just ran out of words. I took advantage of her silence, "I wasn't STALKING you, I was following you — because we were heading in the same direction. I'm going to my hotel on the next block. I'm sorry for your... ah, discomfort." And I was: she was clearly furious, but the anger on her face was softening. "So you weren't following me?" I shrugged, "Well, technically, yes I was." "But you weren't following ME?" "No." And it was true, I wasn't, but she was right about one thing, I was a bit of a perve: while following her I couldn't help but inspect the most spectacular ass I had ever seen. I mean, absolutely outstanding. "I'm sorry," she looked pathetically contrite. "So am I. It's a sign of the times, isn't it? A woman feels threatened just by a guy walking behind her for a few blocks. I sympathize, honestly." That said, I turned away, anxious to get away from her but sorry, too, that I would never see that spectacular ass again. It really was amazing. "Let me buy you a drink." I heard the words but they were so entirely unexpected I didn't quite get them. So I stopped and turned back, trying to take meaning from her face, which was now transformed by a somewhat uncertain smile. "Excuse me?" "I feel guilty," she said, walking towards me. "If you have the time, I'd love to buy you a drink." She motioned to a wine bar across the street. I did have the time, God knows. I had the entire weekend to kill before a brief meeting on Monday and a flight home. "Sure," I said, "I'd love to get a drink, but please don't feel you own me one." "I do," she said, checking both ways for traffic before leading me across the street. We had finished two glasses and had ordered a third when she said, "You know, this has been the best conversation I've had in years. Thank you." I thought so, too. It wasn't that we had covered a lot of meaty ground. We hadn't. It was just a comfortable ramble about our lives and our cities, my Calgary to her Vancouver. That's what made it so good, it was so comfortable — and we had connected, there was no doubt about that. "You're really easy to talk to," I said. "I've had fun." "Are you really free for the entire weekend?" She was sipping the fresh glass of wine, newly delivered. Her eyes bore into mine. "It's going to be a weekend in my hotel of TV football and junk food." She hardly moved the glass from her lips, "Is there any room in there for me?" I was so surprised by her question all I could think to say was, "Do you like football?" "Sure," she said, "I could watch football with you." Her eyes still hadn't moved from mine so, flustered, I looked at my watch, "Great, the first game starts in half an hour." The logic was obvious: it was her place. Mine was a bare hotel room, hers was a really beautiful three bedroom condominium with a fridge sufficiently empty to easily accept the 12 pack of beer and the two bottles of wine I had purchased while she went into the market to buy dinner. We chopped together and the first quarter wasn't over when we started eating the nicely spiced stir fry. "This is great," she smiled, "I love having you here." "YOU think it's great?" I enthused, "I had a weekend of lying on a hotel bed looking through my toes at a TV." "Mine wasn't shaping up any better. I was going to brood." I didn't know what to say so I tried to be consoling, "It takes awhile getting past a divorce." She shrugged, "It isn't the divorce, I'm still dealing with that, but a year and a half has been a good salve to that wound. No, my problem is, and has been for a long time, that I've lost all my passion and I need it; I've always needed passion; I used to thrive on passion ..." Then she considered what she was saying and looked over at me and grinned, "Maybe talk of passion on the ... ah, first date is ..." But I cut her off, "I could use a little passion in my life, too. I've always been a little too cool, a little too remote." She turned to me, glad, I think, that I had bailed her out, "I don't find you remote at all. Quite the contrary, I've found you really easy to connect with." I could feel the connection, too. She was just inches away, that spectacular ass was sitting just inches from me and I could feel her heat. But I could feel her emptiness, too — she seemed lonely and vulnerable. So I asked her about something that had bothered me from our conversation in the bar, "How did things get so wound down for you? I mean, you're pretty, you're smart, you're well educated, you have a good job — you have it all. You're the type who should know only success." I looked around, "You're even wealthy. Was it your husband, the divorce?" "I'm not wealth, this place is the legacy of my marriage. He bought it for me. I wasn't going to accept it, I was going to make him squirm with quilt for awhile but," she shrugged, "in the end I took it and I asked him to furnish it. He couldn't have agreed any faster. For maybe a million bucks he's probaby saved seven." Now she pressed herself into the back of the couch, folded her arms over her chest and thought for a minute. "But, to answer your question, my problem has been with convention: I had a great life until I reached the altar. That's when the slide started because right after my wedding I got a job and with a job and marriage I finally joined 'society.' That's when I lost my individuality, my uniqueness, like we all do when we join society and," she shrugged, "in my effort to conform to the social convention — to everyone's expectations, particularly my husband's, I lost myself. I no longer knew who I was and I've been on a free-fall ever since, not really caring about anything, myself included." She had been looking at her knees while she spoke and now looked over at me, "I'm sorry. I've been a little down for the awhile." She stood up and reached for the empty plates. As she walked to the kitchen I couldn't help but grab a quick glance at her ass — and then felt like an insensitive prick. I clicked off the TV, picked up the two glasses and followed her. "You know, I'm a really good listener." She'd put the dishes in the sink, leaned back against the counter and looked at me. "I know you are. I'm sorry. Tough day," she laughed, "tough enough to accused a perfect gentleman of being a pervert." I regretted my words the moment they came out, "You weren't entirely wrong. You have a spectacular ass, I couldn't help but notice it as I walked behind you." She didn't react, not for a moment, then she folded her arms across her chest and said, with a flash of annoyance, "Why did you say that?" I felt crushed, and stupid. "I don't know," I stammered, "I guess I was just being honest." But she just kept looking at me and I saw no way out, "I'll leave." But when I turned to go she grabbed my shoulder. "That's the last thing I want you to do." She brushed by me, went into the living room and turned on the TV. "2:45 left in the half," she said, as she sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside her. "You can leave anytime you want, of course. But don't think I want you to go. I don't." I sat down as directed feeling like a chastened schoolboy, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." The silence lasted almost a minute. "Did you mean it?" When I looked at her she had a mischievous smile on her face, apparently now out of her funk. "Well, ya, but I shouldn't have said it." "So why did you?" I shrugged, stupidly, "I wanted to cheer you up." I didn't know what else to say so I got up to get myself a beer, "Want something to drink?" She shook her head. When I returned she hadn't moved a muscle. I stood in front of her, "Why did you yell at me on the street? It seemed an odd thing to do." She didn't look at me, "Because I'm a bitch." "No, seriously, why did you yell at me when you did? If I had been following you, you were at least safe when you turned into your building. Why yell then? The drama, if there was to be any, was over." She was looking at her knees, "My answer stand. I'm a bitch, a confrontational, acid-tongued bitch. Ask anyone at work. Hell, ask anyone who knows me." I turned around and went back to the kitchen and returned with a half bottle of wine and a glass, "I think this evening calls for a little more booze." I put my can on the coffee table and poured her a glass and handed it to her. "It seems, psychologically speaking, we're dealing with a pretty big self-esteem issue here." She laughed mirthlessly, "Well done, Dr. Carter." "Well," I said, needing a long pull at my beer to say what I was about to say, "that's too bad for me, isn't it, because I had every expectation of getting really lucky tonight." When she looked up at me she had a stunned look on her face, as if what I had said was shocking, but she didn't say anything. Nor did I. I defiantly waited her out. I don't know what I expected by my comment but it wasn't this: she turned away from me, onto her side, curling into a fetal position. I didn't know what to do, so I sat down and put my hand on her shoulder, feeling a twinge of guilt when I checked out her ass and the conspicuous panty line along its smooth, magnificently rounded contour. "I deserved that," she said, in a plaintive voice. "I was trying to lighten things up. It was the wrong time." "No," she said, turning towards me, pushing her head into my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist, "it was precisely the right thing to say." She hesitated for a moment before rising up to briefly kiss me on the lips before settling back into my chest. "In the last few years I've become entirely self-obsessed. I haven't had a man in this place since I moved in 18 months ago and when I finally do all I can talk about is myself. I'm pathetic." I started to stroke her hair, really gently, hoping she couldn't feel my growing hard-on. Truth be told, this was as close to a woman I've been in a long, long time and I wasn't at all sure how to handle it. But the dilemma was obvious: she was in real need of some nurturing; I was in real need of some torrid sex — but this wasn't the time or the place for that so I willed my prick to behave and asked, "How can someone who seems to have it all feel so empty? I just don't get it. Sure, I can see you not liking some aspect of you body or some quirk in your personality, we all do that, but to write yourself off? That's just nuts." I don't know why I did it, it was an impulse and it was silly but it was easy to do: I just sort of bucked my knees and she fell over my thighs and I said, "You should be spanked." And I spanked, not hard, but deliberately, maybe a half-dozen times but she wasn't reacting, she just lay there, limp and lifeless, so I stopped and pulled her more or less back to where she had been. She said the words into my chest, "You'll do anything to get at my ass, won't you?" I frozen for a moment, stiff with guilt, then I heard her laugh. But I was uncomfortable, "This isn't going very well, is it? I don't know if I should be playing the role of the shrink or the stud." "Try shrink ... first," she mumbled into my chest. "Very well," I relaxed, enjoying the heat from her body. "Let's break your perceived problem into components parts: physical, spiritual and mental or personality." Then I tapped her on the head, "What's your biggest problem physically? What don't you like about yourself? What's causing you ..." I laughed, "image issues?" She didn't hesitate, "Sagging breasts." "Sagging breasts!" It sounded ridiculous. "Aren't they supposed sag at 33?" "No, mine have always sagged." "And that's a problem?" I couldn't imagine anything more trivial. "I hate them." "Can't a bra hold them up?" "Of course." "End of problem then — a cosmetic correction." I tried to put her perceived infirmity into perspective, "How many people have real physical problems that cause real anguish? God, your problem can be easily solved: buy better bras, end of issue." Grow up, I thought but I didn't say it. "Are you religious?" "No." "What do you believe?" "That we're born, we try to find what ever happiness we can, then we die." "No afterlife, no reincarnation?" "No. Finito. Dust in the wind." "So the great challenge is to find happiness?" "The only challenge." "So you're a failure; you're living a pointless life?" She was quiet for a full minute. "I was happy once and I can be happy again. I haven't given up, I'm just going through a rough patch ..." "A patch that has lasted, what, ten years?" "Eight and a half — seven with him, a year and a half since." "So how are you going to get back on the track to happiness?" Her laugh was empty, "I haven't figured that out yet." "How about your personality? What do you most want to change about that?" She answered immediately, "People. I used to have all kinds of friends but I guess in my misery, I gradually pulled away from them, all of them — I don't really have any friends any more: I don't call anyone and no one calls me." "So pick up the phone." "If only it were that simple." "Why isn't it?" "Because I don't like myself at the moment. I'll phone when I do." "Will you?" "Yes, I probably will." When I shifted I could feel her grip on me tighten. "I've heard enough." I said the words with a dumb Freudian-type accent that doesn't deserve repeating. "Do you want my diagnosis?" She didn't look at me but squeezed harder and mumbled against my chest, "I don't know, do I?" "Number One: Stop thinking about yourself — if you don't like who you are at the moment don't think about it. Don't dwell on your perceived misery. OK? Number 2: If you don't like your sagging breasts, don't look at them and wear better bras — and realize that any man who is lucky enough to see them is problem going to love them. OK? Number three: Make happiness your main objective; do everything you can think of to make yourself happy and don't do the things that will make you sad. Yes? And Number four: Friends are friends because they care about you. Let them help you get back to the woman you were." I gave her a reassuring squeeze, "I realize this analysis is absurdly superficial but unless you have something significantly wrong with you, and you don't, it's probably more or less accurate. Your marriage is over: you can stop beating yourself up." "Don't worry, be happy." I felt her breath through my shirt. "Basically. Happiness, as you've pointed out, is what it's all about and, according to you, it's ONLY what it's about, so why not put all your energies into finding it?" When she sat up, she reached for her glass and I used the moment to go into the kitchen to get another beer. I was feeling a little awkward now. The amateurish shrink shit was a little embarrassing but it seemed as if she needed to hear it, however inept it was. Now what? I didn't want to hang around if she was going to wallow in self-pity but I didn't want to bolt either, I'd feel that I was abandoning her. Sure, I didn't owe her anything but I liked her and if I could help her in any way ... I had been resting on the counter staring at the beads of sweat appearing on my can of beer when I felt her lean against me and wrap her arms around my chest and hug. "You were right to spank me. I've been a self-indulgent twit, I know it, but I needed that, I needed to hear what you said. Thank you." Then she pulled away, "Now grab your beer and another bottle of wine and lets talk about something more ... well, let's have a little more fun." Maybe there was something in my body language but when I entered the living room and approached her she said, "I've talked you into fleeing haven't I?" I put the opened wine bottle on the table and said, "Well, I'll have to be going soon." "I don't want you to go, I want you to stay with me." She glanced at me quickly before looking away, "I want you to stay the weekend." I wasn't sure what to say. On the one hand I really wanted to sleep with this woman, but I couldn't, not in her current emotional state. She was too emotionally wounded; I wouldn't feel very good about myself. So I tried to make a joke of it, "You mean you'd let me see those desperately drooping boobs of yours?" She laughed, "I would not, but I'd let you get a glimpse of my ass before I turned the lights out." "No deal then," I said, liking that the conversation was taking a turn for the better. "I'd want to actually see your ass, not just get a glimpse of it — I'd want to see the entire magnificent thing. Plus," I hesitated, "I'd want to see those tits you hate, too AND a little of the navel." "Navel?" She looked at me as if I was nuts. "OK, OK, the ass and tits only," I shook my head as if in frustration, "You really do drive a hard bargain." She slapped the seat beside her, "Sit down, Sam." When I did she wrapped her arms around my arm and hugged, "You're not going to go, OK? You're going to stay." "We'll see." I wanted to stay. There was something about her I was really getting to me. I liked her classic looks — tall, lythe, elegant and, somehow, I found her vulnerability appealing, too, probably because anyone else with everything she had would be painfully arrogant, justifiably, but painfully arrogant. And there was a feistiness to her that I kind of like. And then there was that ass. In a word, I found her intriguing. "You're worried about me, aren't you, worried that I'm too ... fragile. You're afraid of going to bed with me." "I am, Yes." "Thanks," she hugged my arm even harder. "I love you for that." She looked up at me, "But you CAN kiss me, can't you?" I bent down and put my lips on hers, gently, waiting for her to respond, but she didn't at first, she just kept her lips against mine and I was about to pull away when I heard her moan, softly but passionately and then she started to press her body into me and her lips against mine, poking her tongue against my teeth and then she pushed me down onto the couch and lay on top of me, kissing my eyes. "I can't begin to tell you how nervous I am." I couldn't begin to tell her how nervous I was either, "Nervous? Why?" I said, to mask my own fear. She moved down and pressed her head into my chest. "My ex-husband always said I was a lousy lay. I don't want to be a lousy lay for you." I didn't like where this was going, I didn't want her to regress back into her depression, "I don't want to get laid, Susan, if we go that far I'd like to make love to you." She sat up and put her elbows on my chest and her head in her hands, "You really do say some wonderful things. I really want to make love to you, too." She pushed herself away from me, "Come on." But for me it was way too early for that, I wanted to make sure she was OK before I got into bed with her. I've never been a prick and I didn't want to start now, though, I admit, it was really tempting. I pulled her back, "You're sure taking me for granted." She grinned down at me, "I know how badly you want to see my ass. Have you always been ... an ass man?" "No," I said, pulling her into me, "I've never cared about asses, never really noticed them. The first one that ever caught my eye is here," I said, patting her hip. "Even you have to admit, it's pretty spectacular." She leaned her head down on my chest again and was quiet for a minute, then she peeked up at me and grinned, "Do you want to see it?" She didn't wait for my answer. She pushed off me and got to her feet and as she did I turned on my side and propped my head up on my hand, "I'd absolutely love to see your ass." Susan: A Story She slowly unfastening her belt and then undid the top button of her pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. She wasn't looking at me; she seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing. I could tell she was nervous, particularly when she slowly pushed her pants down but as she did she slowly turned around and her ass, her spectacular ass was just three feet away. When her pants hit the floor she wiggled it seductively and as she did she must have tugged at the waist band because the left side of her panties slowly disappeared between her magnificent butt-cheeks — and then she looked over her shoulder, "What do you think?" "Too far away to tell," I said, absolutely mesmerized by the first female ass I have every been this close to. She stepped out of her pants and inched her way towards me. "Didn't bring my reading glasses, a little closer." Her white nylon panties, or half of them, were only about a foot from me and it was all I could do to keep my hands from mauling her. "My God, Susan, your ass alone should be able to drag you from any pit of depression." When she laughed, I added, "Did you deliberately wedgie yourself?" When she turned around, she had a wide, excited smile on her face. "Of course I did, got to show it off as best I can," then she got down on her knees in front of me and leaned into me kissing me on the lips, long and noisily, like she was having fun. And I was, too. The depression seemed to have lifted, she really seemed to be trying to come out — so I went for it, I pulled my lips from hers, "Now, the breasts." She sat back on her heels and looked at me with near shock on her face, "Ah, come on, Sam." "You promised!" She furrowed her brow as if trying to recollect, "I did not." "You did so," I lied. "When?" "Before." She knew I was kidding but I knew she was taking this as a kind of test, too. Did she want to deal with her one physical flaw? She didn't know, not for a long time but then, with a look of utter resolution, she pulled her sweater over her head and threw it aside, then stood up and reached behind her back, "I'll know if you're turned off. You won't be able to hide it." I didn't say anything. I watched her face, admiring her determination; this was really, really hard for her. Her white bra went loose on her shoulders and she seemed to slump as she reached for the loose straps at her shoulders and then it was gone and her breasts flopped against her stomach. She flicked at one, "They're dugs," she said, with disgust, "the withered tits of an old woman." They were long, narrow and deeply sagging, ending in bulbous jugs that had enormously round aureolas punctuated by impossibly prominent nipples that pointed insistently to her feet. Had they not been so healthy and so pleasingly freckled, her tits could have been 20 years older then the rest of her which was absolutely exquisite — lythe and lean and toned and stunningly attractive, particularly her legs which ended in that perfect ass. Maybe it was BECAUSE her tits were her one obvious flaw that I was drawn to them. I don't know. But their imperfection somehow made her seem more real to me. I've got to admit they really turned me on. She was leaning forward trying to quickly re-wrap them in her bra when I stopped her. "I like them Susan, I really like them." "You do?" She seemed as surprised as she was doubtful. I took the bra from her and and leaned in and kissed the right nipple. "Stand straight up, will you?" "Why?" "Please." She did, but reluctantly, looking down on me with troubled doubt. "Now, take your breasts in your hands." She wasn't going to but finally she relented. "Now, the next time you look in a mirror, I want you to remember this: a guy named Sam really, really, really, really likes your tits." She looked down on me, doubt still frozen on her face, "Really?" "I really do. There're yours and I think they're beautiful. OK? For me, at least, the issue's over. Now come on down here and let me spend a little time with them." The transformation seemed instantaneous. Up til now everything about her seemed a combination of reserved sophistication and self-hate. Not now. Dressed only in white nylon panties when she stepped over me and lowered her body gently onto mine, wrapping her arms around me and pushing her face into my neck, she had an exuberance that was really exhilarating, as if she was a young woman again filled with hope ... and lust. I was enthralled by the metamorphosis. "Hard to get at them when you're pressing them into my chest." "Sam?" There was undisguised hunger in her eyes. "Ya?" "I want this ... more than you can possibly believe. I don't want to disappoint you ..." "Don't, Susan. There's no scorecard here." "I know, but if ..." "Is this about the lousy lay thing again?" "I don't want to be a lousy lay." "You said you were unhappy in your marriage right from the beginning." "I was." "Did it ever occur to you that it's difficult to be a good lay if you don't love the guy you're with? Think about it. If you were unhappy in your marriage you SHOULD have been a lousy lay, whatever that is. Don't worry about it: you'll be a great lay, if that's what you aspire to, when you find the right guy." I could tell that got her thinking. She was absolutely still for a moment then she pushed off my chest and when she looked down on me her eyes were bright with excitement, "That's true isn't? How can you have great sex with someone you don't love? You can't. It's never going to happen." Then she thumped me on the chest, "Jesus, Sam, you're a piece of work. Where were you eight years ago when I first needed you?" She fell back onto me and squeezed me with all her strength. When I got my breath back I said, "Do you really want to know where I was?" She pushed off and looked down at me, interested, "Yes, of course I do." "I was making money, that's all I've done with my life so far: try to make money." "Have you succeeded?" "In that, yes, but only in that. I may be good with cheap advice but it sure doesn't come from any worthwhile experience." She kissed me quickly on the lips then fell on me again mumbling into my neck, "Are you saying you're as fragile as I am?" "I'm not sufficiently alive to be fragile." I laughed when I realized I was becoming as maudlin as she had been, so I added good-naturally, "I've become an autotom and it's time for a change." "Great," she said, squeezing me, "then that's the theme for the weekend, right? 'Change!'" She shimmied up on me and took her right breast and held it to my lips. When I took the nipple in my mouth she turned and lay sideways on me with her back against the couch and she began stroking my hair. "I haven't been this happy in a thousand years, Sam." I pulled my lips from her now wet nipple, "Nor have I," I said, "But I could be happier." She looked iat me with curiosity, "How?" "While I'm sucking on this magnificent nipple, I could be stroking that equally magnificent ass." She bent down and playfully kissed me on the lips, "You can stroke me anywhere you want." I have long suspected that I have a bit of a panty fetish. I was now proving it. Rather than grabbing her naked cheek, I trailed my fingertips across the soft delicate pantied surface, following the rounded contours along the cabled elastic that pinched into her thighs, never for a moment leaving the soft nylon, never once trying to reach under it while all the time sucking softly on the nipple she held to my mouth. "Do you want me to take them off." Her voice was soft and sensual. I didn't. I wanted to feel the heat from her panties radiate up my fingers; I wanted to press my face against the soft white nylon; I wanted to softly nibble into the exquisitely firm flesh beneath the fabric; I wanted to press my face between her legs, to smell and taste the juices soaking the flimsy barrier between my lips and her reality. It shocked me that I felt this way and I thought it would shock her, too, so I said, "Would you?" With her right hand holding her breast to my mouth she struggled with her left hand to push down her panties but it was too awkward so she pulled away from me and got to her feet. "I've got a better idea," she said, with a smile. "Let me take a quick bath and we'll take this into the bedroom." When she turned to leave I stared at the panties covering the magnificently rounded right cheek. The sexual jolt that hit me shocked me: a lousy cheek for crissake! Where did this come from? Since when have I been so turned on by a brief glimpse of a pantied buttock! A lousy haunch for crissake! I'm a pragmatist. The moment I saw her ass disappear into the hallway I tried to understand my emotions, not just about my newly-discovered (and troubling) ass fetish but my emotions towards the entire woman. But I only concentrated for a moment. 'Fuck it,' I said to myself, 'try to make sense of it after it's over,' and I got up, adjusted the hard-on in my pants and went to the fridge for a beer but before I opened the fridge, I bent down and looked into the side of the toaster: I wanted to see the glowing smile on my face. I walked halfway down the hall and called to her the moment the water stopped, "Do you want a glass of wine?" She hesitated a moment, "No thanks." I knocked before entering. "I hoped you'd come in," she said, as she threw a handful of bubbles into the air. She nodded to the toilet. "Sit down." If anything, her smile was wider than mine had been. The silence lasted so long it became awkward. I didn't know what to say and it seemed she didn't either. Finally, I took the initiative with a rather pathetic, "This is pretty good, isn't it?" She had been inspecting a handful of bubbles, but a quick cuff at the water sent a small tidal wave onto my lap, "Pretty good? This is fucking unbelievable for me." I laughed, stood up, turned to the sink and poured a glass half full of cold water and as I sat back down on the toilet seat I threw the cold water at her shoulder — but it was so sudden and so violent that for a moment she was stunned with shock, but then she read the smile on my face and with a yelp of joy she scooped with both hands about a gallon of water into my lap. I recoiled from the water, brushing it off while I searched the room for a likely weapon. But she could see I was looking to get even so she raised her hands as if arrested, "OK. OK, I surrender," she laughed, "I quit." I was concentrating on toweling off my pants, "If you surrender, I want restitution." She laughed, "No problem. I'll happily dry your pants." I searched the cupboard beneath the sink and found a can of shaving cream which I aimed at her, "I want more than that." She continued laughing, she was really having fun, but now she was a little more unsure of herself, "What?" I didn't have anything in mind, at least consciously, so I said the first thing that came into my head: "I want you to tell me what you're thinking ... about us." The smile left her face and she sank into the water up to her chin, then she slowly sat up again and when she looked at me, her face was a blank. "Do you want me to tell you that I think you're an absolutely wonderful guy? That the luckiest moment of my life was when I yelled at you on the street, calling you a pervert?" I could see the mischievous smile begin to develop on her face and I didn't like it, "No, I wasn't ..." But she kept on going. "Do you want me to tell you that the single most erotic moment of my life was lying on you while you sucked on my breast and fondled my fanny?" She was now looking into space as if dreamily, "Do you want me to tell you that I can't wait to lie in my bed with you, to feel you naked against me, to feel you inside me?" Now she looked over at me, without the smile, "Do you want me to tell you those thing?" She hesitated and shrugged, "Sure, I'll tell you that, because they're true ..." "Come on Susan ..." "And it's true that I want to explore every inch of your body; it's true that I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow morning; it's true that I want to walk in the park with you, holding your hand, and I want to sit on a park bench beside you with my head on your shoulder. It's true that I want to tell you every one of my inner most thoughts ..." "OK, OK ..." "It's true I want ..." It took me awhile to figure it out but it became increasingly clear that she was just teasing me — and I deserved to be teased, it was a particularly dumb thing to say to her but she was now starting to piss me off a little. But I HAD asked for it. I got up to leave, but she grabbed me by the wrist. "Sam, it's all true, every last bit of it." I looked down at her. She wasn't laughing any more, wasn't even smiling — she had a look of utter seriousness on her face. "I wasn't fishing for that," I said, injured. She let go of my hand and sank back into the water up to her chin again, "I know you weren't, but I wanted you to know how I feel about you." I persisted, "That wasn't fair." The mischievous smile was returning, "Now who's the self-absorbed baby?" Then she added, "Hand me that towel." I did and turned away saying, "Leave the water, I'll take a quick bath, too." "Jeez, you can have your own water," I heard her say as I entered the hallway. "Yours is fine," I called back, still a little pissed, "I just need to get wet." I reached for beer I had left on the counter. I don't generally drink this much but the woman had me so flustered I didn't seem to be getting much of a buzz from it. Emotionally, she had been all over the map, and I had followed her every step of the way ... it's just that I was always a few steps behind, or, rather, she was a few steps ahead of me and I found that really discombobulating; I seemed to be always off balance. I rolled the cold beer can across my forehead before opening it and padding back to the bathroom where I took a long leak before stripping and getting into the bath. I leaned back, taking the can in my hand. My nerves were going nuts: I was going to have sex with this woman. "Sam?" I turned to her voice. She was standing in the doorway dressed in a baggy t-shirt that stopped about two inches from her light blue panties. She looked absolutely stunning. "Another fetish?" She was smiking at me. I didn't understand her and I guess it showed. "Bathing in used water?" "Only your used water," I mumbled. She was getting the better of me and, childish though I knew it was, it was bothering me a little. She was beside the bathtub now, on her knees, "Can I wash your back?" "No," I said, a little too petulantly, "I think around you I'd better watch that." She exploded in laughter then stood up and sat on the toilet seat. I was hearing a lot more of her laugh now and I really liked it. It was deep and a little gutteral, as if it had been tempered on slightly bawdy jokes. "I wasn't fishing for complements." "I know you weren't," she said, in a deliberatly soothing voice. "I was just searching for an opportunity to tell you I like you." "Can you hand me a towel?" "Sure," she said, cheerfully, getting to her feet. "Do you want a used one?" "Sure," I said, without thinking. When she exploded in laughter again I felt like an idiot. And I guess it showed because she held up the towel and said in that same deliberately soothing voice she had used earlier, "Oh, come on, Sammy, let mummy dry you." I know I was acting like a bit of a baby, but Jeez, she was getting the better of me at every turn, "I can do it myself," I said, pathetically. "Well, ya, I know you can do it yourself," she snickered, "but I'd LIKE to do it." I gave up and stepped into the towel and she went after me with frantic vigour and I was fully dry within a minute and, au natural, I followed her into the bedroom, with my eyes on her ass, conscious that it was giving me a growing hard-on. And when she turned around, she became conscious of it, too. She sat down on the edge of the bed and I stopped in front of her. She bent forward, took me by the hips and pulled me forward so I was standing just inches from her, "I see you're feeling exactly how I'm feeling." "I can't hide it." "I don't want to hide it either, Sam, that's why I said what I did. Can I touch it?" I laughed, "You can, but watched out, it's cocked and loaded." "God, Sam, so am I. Maybe we should just fire each other off and start afresh." Good idea. When I gently pushed her, she fell back on the bed and scrambled to the centre and I followed to lay beside her, making sure to press my prick into the mattress where she couldn't get at it. "You first," I said, kissing her lightly on the lips before moving down, pulling up her shirt, letting her place her breast to my lips while my hand found the heat of her panties. While I sucked hard on as much of her breast as she could feed me, my fingers caressed her pantied mound and I lay like that until I could hear her moans, "Go inside, Sam, I'm ready." I did. I put my hand inside her light blue underwear and slide my fingers through a thick course patch of hair before the back of my fingers slide long the cool slime on her panties and my fingers found the deep wet heat of her sex. It was then that her moans really began, it was then that she started sucking on my lips and my tongue, and it was then that she turned into me, slowly, rhythmically riding on my fingers. The explosive gush against my fingers so shocked me that I quickly pulled my hand away but she grabbed it, squeezed it and pushed it back beneath her panties and when my fingers found her opening, it was as if I was dipping them into a narrow cup of warm water and I gently stroked her clit while she caressed her soaking panties into the back of my hand. "I should have told you about that," she was rubbing her facce in my hair. "About what?" She quickly leaned forward, peeled off her soaking panties and threw them on the floor. "I can be a bit of a gusher, or I was a long time ago," she kissed me on the lips and laughed. "Thanks, I thought I had lost that forever." What 'that' was I wasn't sure, and at the moment, I was in no mood to find out — I've never ever been so horny, so when she poked me in the side I took the hint and turned over and as I did she turned around and gently kissed my erection before looking back at me. "Ass or tits?" 'Ass or tits?' I didn't know what she meant, but it didn't matter. When I looked over, her ass was lying just inches from my face. And that's when it started. I became involuntarily drawn to it, then I lost control with an animal lust. It wasn't me; I had never done anything like this before: I attacked her ass like a beast on a bone; I pressed my face into her ass and massaged it with my nose and mouth like they were a scouring pad — I travelled all around it, pushing my face hard into it, into her wet pubic hair and the gullies beneath her cheeks. Then I absolutely shocked myself: I pulled her cheeks apart and pushed my face hard between her cheeks and when I did I could feel her opening her legs, and I could feel her whole body relax — she was giving me permission for my shocking act and I couldn't have loved her more. And then she did something that took my breath away. She slowly rose up on her knees, then slowly pushed them apart, opening herself wide for me. I have masturbated regularly since I was a kid but never once did I ever envision this sight. Her pussy was full and rounded and gaping and hairy and wet, but it was her bud, deep in the crevasse of her beautifully firm buttocks, now spread wide as she leaned back towards her heels, that sent an insatiable lust that astonished me. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips to it, then I drove my tongue into it and then I entirely lost it: I held her by the thighs and sucked and probed, furiously trying to breach her sphincter, barely conscious that my moans were impossibly loud, barely aware that my right hand was now gripping my cock and then it came, a long wave of ecstasy washed over me and I shot my pent up load in exquisite spasms into the bedspread — and then I was so depleted, so weak, that I went limp. But even then, spent and exhausted, I couldn't leave it. Even then I kissed at her, at her bud, all along her crevasse, down into her wet and open pussy, smelling her, tasting her, feeling her wet heat against my nose and mouth before I fell head first onto the bed, exhausted. Susan: A Story I could feel her move away. But even after a minute's rest I was afraid to look up at her for it was just beginning to sink in — what had I done? I had brutalized an ass! I was shocked, appalled, disgusted and as I lay with my face pushed into the bed, as it had been only moments before, pushed between her cheeks, I felt a wave of self-loathing and then embarrassment. What had I done? That's when I felt her hand in my hair, tugging gently but insistently, so, though I want to flee, to hide, I knew I had to face her. When I looked up she was sitting with her legs crossed and a wide smile on her face, "Boy, you really do like my ass, don't you?" I pushed back off the bed, stood up and walked around the bed to the bedside table, lifted my can of beer and drained half of it then sat down beside her, though I couldn't yet look at her. "God, I don't know where that came from, I honestly don't. I've never done anything like that before, never even thought of doing it." I felt empty and lost and revolted with myself. I felt her hand push me. She was getting to her knees and she pushed me again so I went down on the bed and when I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, she told me to straighten out and turn over and, feeling I deserved whatever I was going to get, I did. She got off the bed. Nothing happened for a moment and then I could feel the end of the bed sink with her weight, then she pushed at my knees but it was when I felt her breath on my ass that I understood what she was doing. I moved to get up but she pushed my cheeks into the bed. "Don't, Sue." "Lay still," she said, as she kissed at my ass, little pecks while she dragged her tongue from one spot to the other, ever closer, until I could feel her fingers peel my cheeks open and her wet tongue circled my bud. "Get on your knees." "Susan, don't do this." "I want to. Get on your knees." I could feel her hot breath in my hole. I wasn't going to. I was going to roll off ... but then what? Flee? Confess? Slit my wrists? Instead, I did what I was told, slowly, uncertainly, giving her lots of time to back away, but she didn't. As I rose up she continued to pry at my cheeks and suck my bud, pushing her tongue into me. When I rose high on my knees she reached around and lightly gripped my prick, and that's when I gave in to the pleasure: I leaned down, rested my head on my arms, spread myself wide and reveled in the absolute wonders of sexual abandonment — as she sucked on me, stabbing me with her tongue and pumping me until I became so weak from ecstasy that I fell to the bed, my belly resting in a pool of my own cum. There was absolute silence for a full minute, I hadn't even breathed, then I heard her voice, "So, what do you think? Did you like it as much as I did?" I didn't answer right away, didn't know what to say. "Well?" I tried to sound ... sophisticated, if one can be sophisticated after an act of bestial degradation, "The giving or the taking?" "Both." She said, cheerfully. "I don't know," I mumbled into the bedspread, "I'm still kind of shocked." "What?" I repeated myself, even less coherently, but she wasn't listening anyway. "I absolutely love that, Sam, I love that you would do that to me, absolutely love it." I could feel her getting to her knees, "You can do that to me any time you want," she said, with a youthful joy so at odds with my own mood. Then, with both hands, she rustled my hair, "My ass, Big Guy, is yours for the taking." I didn't look at her when I said it — I still couldn't face her. But I did laugh, "You don't know what you're in for." She snickered then lay down beside me and pulled me to her so our lips were touching, lips that only moment before had been probing each other's asshole. "I can't imagine you doing anything to me that I won't absolutely adore," she punctuated her words with a muscular kiss. When she broke free and pulled my head into her chest, I said, "I thought you were supposed to be a lousy lay?" "Not when you love somebody as much as I love you." But she immediately stiffened with her words and in a moment said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I was embarrassed, too, didn't know where to go with it so I tried to cover for her, "Hey, we're both a little sexed-up right now ... and that's a good thing." When I laughed, she did too, as she rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She was gone long enough for me to finish my beer and when she returned she saw the can in my hand so she turned around and in a minute handed me a cold one while taking the empty from me. "You should have a huge beer gut the way you pack this stuff away," she said, as she put the empty can on the table. "I seldom drink like this. It's Dutch courage," I smiled, as I took a sip. She sat down and brushed the hair from my brow, "Do you need it ... Dutch courage?" "Thank you for doing that?" "What?" "I don't know what got into me." "I liked it, Sam, honestly, I liked it a lot." Then she bent down and kissed me tenderly, "And I like you. I like you a lot." But, I was feeling awful. It disgusted me that I would burrow my face into a woman's ass — at all, never mind before I had even given her a meaningful kiss, and I guess she could sense it because she got off the bed and walked over to the full length mirror on her closet door where she stuck out her ass and appeared to inspect it. "I don't get it though. It doesn't look that good to me." I smiled but said nothing. "Can you help me out here?" She flicked at one of her breasts, "I can tell you why I don't like these, but I sure don't see anything in this," she pinched a naked cheek. "What's there?" She was trying to get me out of my funk and I appreciated it, "It's the total package, Susan." She came back to the bed and kneeled on it with her ass facing me, "No, seriously, Sam, tell me. What's so good about it." Then she flopped down on her hands, her ass a foot away from my face and her long, thin breasts dangling down, her nipples almost brushing the covers. That's the moment I fell in love with her. I didn't know it then, it took me maybe a month to figure it out, but that was the moment. It took a lot of guts for her to do that, to hang yourself out in the most awkward, even obscene position, with her ass wide open, with the tits she hated swinging so uselessly beneath her — and all of this just to bail a guy out. But I didn't know I loved her at the time, so I just leaned up and kissed her fabulous ass and said, "It's a case of, if you have to ask, you'll never understand," and I pulled her around and into my arms. I've had the feeling before, a number of times, but one time I remember vividly. When I was a kid I had been going out with this girl for a few weeks and really liked her so I set it up perfectly, the right place, the right time and then I asked: would you go to the dance with me? 'Sorry,' she said, 'I'm going with Bobby.' I was crushed, absolutely crushed, painfully crushed — and that's how I felt later that night when, just before I put my penis in her, she told me she couldn't have kids. Her words made my dink go limp; I had to make an excuse to get out of the room. Why did it bother me? For a single reason. I really, really wanted to have a family and even though I hadn't yet thought of this woman as the mother of my kids, the thought that she couldn't be was just so sobering it sucked all the life from me. In fact, it was a deal-breaker; an absolute deal-breaker. We had sex, a number of times that weekend, but it was never the same for me and I think she knew it. When I got home I did everything I could to get things back to normal, and I succeeded — for the first few days but then she started floating into my head, not the entire package, just little bits of her: her clear grey eyes, intelligence so quickly clouding to doubt; her long mahogany hair, wet from a bath, tousled on a pillow, stuck to the sweat on my chest; her firm, determined jaw, fixed in anger, rounded in joy; her thin, wide lips, set straight in resolution, curled in mischief, opened wide in laughter; her long, narrow, bublous breasts, spilled flat against her stomach, dangling teasingly over my lips. And that ass, covered, pantied, bare — her ass. I knew I had to change, and I had planned for it. For 12 years I had used 14 hour days to get my business thriving; now it was time to pull back and start my family. So, for the first time, I dated ... often. And with my wealth and contacts it was easy, it was easy to see one woman after another after another, as if I was hiring a staff. But I wasn't. Pure and simply, I was looking for a mother, the mother of my kids — four, five, six of them. And I couldn't wait to get started. But she wouldn't let me. She would intervene — at work, at play, on dates, before sleep, during sleep, upon awaking. Those little bits of her swirled around my imagination in a kaleidoscope of body parts and in disjoined snippets of conversation. I could resist her, at first, fend her off but then she took all the joy from me: every date became a chore; every potential mother was just another woman. I knew at the end of the first month I was in love with her. It was that image of her resting on the bed, with her ass near my face and her tits drooping beneath her like useless udders. She had laid herself bare for me and I felt a love for her that was consuming me. But she was barren, for God's sake! And, goddamn it, I wanted kids, lots and lots of kids — so I'd set my targets and develop my plans, but each month those targets and plans ended in failure, utter and absolute failure and pretty soon my kids no longer mattered either. SHE was consuming me; crowding my unborn kids into a hidden recess of my mind. Only she mattered. A life without her was becoming unthinkable. I called her on a Thursday, three months after I met her. A strange voice answered the phone, Sally she said it was, and she told me to hang on while she got her. I listened to laughter in the background, a glee club of women at play and then her voice. There was a long silence after I gave her my name, a long painful silence, finally punctuated with, "Yes?" I told her I was visiting Vancouver for the weekend, could I see her? Maybe we could meet at the wine bar across from her apartment. I didn't breath waiting for her response. "No," ended a full minute of dead air. Then, from the pit of my despair, I heard her add, "I will meet you at 6 at the bench in the park where we walked." "What if it's raining," I said, with a rush of relief — trying to engage her in conversation. "We'll get wet," she said, as she hung up the phone. I was there, shifting from one foot to the other, a half hour before the appointed time, my nerves more jangled than I could ever remember them. She arrived on time. I watched her follow the path curving between the trees and as she got closer to me I thought of the kids I would never have but when the tears collected in my eyes, I knew they weren't for them but for her. She wanted to walk, not sit and she didn't want to talk, certainly about anything that mattered. Like strangers, we toured the park perimetre twice before I suggested a drink at a bar I had staked out, hoping to use its alcochol if I needed to loosen her up. Instead, I was forced to feed my jangled nerves coffee and silence until we were back at the park bench and she was looking at her watch. "I have to go," she said, and she turned and walked away. As I watched her go I felt lost and empty and hopeless. Finally, I called to her, "Can I see you tomorrow?" Without stopping she said over her shoulder, "When?" "AT 10 in the morning," I yelled, exhilarated with hope, "I'll pick you up. We can go for a drive." Her head nodded, barely perceptively, as she quickened her pace, and my blood began to flow again. We didn't go for a drive. It was a beautiful, sunny day so we went to Stanley Park and walked the sea wall — in near silence: nothing I had to say interested her. But I was with her! It was enough. And she was with me. I'd give her time, all the time she needed but it was hard. I wanted her to bump into me; I wanted her to tease me; I wanted her to get mad at me, yell at me; I wanted her to kick me — I knew I had been a prick, I knew I shouldn't have left her as I did; I knew I should have called her. But I was here, goddamn it! She had frozen me out long enough. And I guess she thought so, too because after we had walked to Granville Island and as we were walking through the Market she said, "Do you want to come to supper?" I couldn't have said 'yes' any faster. But dinner proved to be as convivial as the walks. She didn't speak, I didn't speak; we both hunched over our plates and poked at the food that would remain uneaten. I didn't know what to say. So far, nothing I had said resulted in anything more then a perfunctory one line. Then she took the initiative, not with a sentence, but a word: "Why?" "Why what?" I asked the question without thinking, relieved just to hear something from her. "What do you mean 'why what?'" Anger curled her face into an ugly mask. "If you want to be coy with me, you can get the fuck out of here right now." Tears were welling in her eyes and she wiped them away without looking at me. "Will you listen to me?" I said. I was looking at her, trying to get eye contact, but she wouldn't look at me. "Of course I'll listen to you but you'd bloody well better have a good explanation for your vile conduct." Remarkably, I hadn't planned for this moment and now it was too late, but, perhaps it was just as well for the only thing she deserved was the truth, no matter its consequences. "Before I answer your question can I say something?" "Of course you can say something." She wasn't trying to disguise her growing impatience and irritation. I planted my feet more firmly on the floor, clasped my hands tightly together under the table and leaned towards her. "I want to apologize for my conduct." I took a deep breath, I had a lot riding on this. "And before I give you an explanation of why I acted as I did, I want you to know that I will try to do everything I can to make it right again, to make it like it was at the beginning. OK?" She wasn't looking at me, but, while she wiped a tear from her cheek and blew her nose into her serviette, she nodded her head. "Do you have any beer or some wine?" She nodded again, "Both." I got up and turned towards the fridge, "Do you want some wine?" "No. I don't need any Dutch Courage." I thought I detected a slight smile and I found that enormously encouraging — as encouraging as the long drink of beer then I sat and I began to pour out my feels: I had worked for years to build a company, worked long hours and all of that, which was absolutely true, and I went on and on, trying hard to make my case, make my sale and I ended with the truth, that I had done it all so I could have a family: a loving wife, a bunch of kids and a happy-ever-after life, that's what I had worked so hard for. "It was when you told me you couldn't have kids. That's what did it. I fell apart, it was like the end of a dream." She was looking at me now, totally surprised, her eyes wide in wonder, and she seemed excited, anxious to hear more so I said what I had come here to say. "It took me awhile but I've finally realized that I want you more than I want the kids." I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect her to flee, to bolt from the table and run down the hall to her bedroom — at least she didn't run from the apartment or boot me out, so I was still, technically, in the game. I finished my beer and got myself another, counting the number remaining in the fridge and wondering if I'd be around long enough to finish them. God knows, I needed them. Then I just sat and waited. I didn't second guess myself. I had only one choice, the truth and now that I said it, I had to live with it. And I didn't bother trying to figure out how she'd react to it, either, I'd know that soon enough. No, I just sat there on that kitchen chair with an empty head, a gut twisting in a knot and a feeling of absolute powerlessness. You can never talk your way out of the truth. She came back in 18 minutes and sat down across from me. She had been crying and she looked like she wanted to say something so I kept quiet and waited. But she didn't speak, instead, strangely, she started to undo her blouse. She took her time, looking at the buttons as she undid them and when she was finished she pulled her blouse open to reveal a lacy red bra. But she didn't stop there. Still concentrating on her task she brought her hands up to her bra and to my utter astonishment she somehow hooked her fingers under her breasts and they spilled out over her now crumpled bra to hang almost obscenely in front of her — in front of me. That's when she looked at me, without a flicker of self consciousness. "Do they look any different to you?" She didn't look like she was kidding and I sure as hell wasn't going to risk laughing, comic though she appeared. Instead, I took her seriously and studied the breasts that I had so loved to suck, and would love to suck again. They didn't look any different, but I had no idea if this was the right answer, but I was into truth, so that's what I said. Now she held them in her hands and bent forward over the table, "Look a little closer." I did. More curious now, I leaned forward and she let me take them in my hands and I actually did study them, even though I had no idea what I was looking for, but really, I was just thrilled that I was touching them again, feeling their heat, their softness. But I guess I waited too long, "They're bigger," she said. I nodded my head and felt them slip from my hands as she pulled away. I didn't know where she was going with this so I speculated, "Been working out?" It was the wrong thing to say, "Working out!" It was almost a scream, "They're fat for fuck's sake." I sat back in my chair, taking my lumps — but also finally understanding a joke I'd never really thought through. "What are you smiling about?" She didn't seem still to be mad so I told her. "A joke I've heard. How do you make ten pounds of fat interesting?" She shrugged. "Put a nipple on it." She didn't laugh, she just sat back in her chair with her breasts flopping down and asked, "Do you want to know why they're bigger?" "Yes, of course, I do," I said, as if I did. "Because they've got milk in them." "Oh," I said, glad that the problem was solved, but not glad of the long silence that ensued. And it lasted about a minute before she said, with obvious exasperation, as if she was talking to an idiot, "And do you know why there's milk in them?" I didn't, not at first, I guess I thought all breasts had milk in them, I don't know, I've never thought about it but there was something in her eyes ... she seemed almost ready to explode. Then she did, she was trying to hold it in but she couldn't, she just shot forward on her chair and when she did, so help me, her left breast ended up in her food. But she didn't care about that and pretty soon I didn't either, "I'm pregnant, for God sake." When you hear something so entirely unexpected it takes a little time for the information to sink into a place where you can process it. This was one of those times and the whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion: she spoke the words > I received them > I dispatched her words to my own, personal CPU > they didn't make any sense because she had told me she couldn't be pregnant > her words went back to the CPU for more processing > I read her face > that told me her words were true > she was, indeed pregnant ... but the next part took most of the time, it was just too complex to be processed efficiently. Susan and Beth It is said, if statistics are to be believed, that homosexuality is in between 15 and 18 % of the human population of the planet. Some surveys in America say that 75% of the people thinks that incest is acceptable. Of this percentage 28% says it is acceptable all time and 49% under certain circumstances. The surveys also establish that in a incestual relationships 33% of the male has had sex with the mother , and 49 % with sister. Of the female 3% claimed to have had relations with mother and 38% with the father. So, incest is not unusual , and lesbian incest neither. This story is based on real facts. 1 Beth: A few weeks ago My name is Beth and I am the child of a, now, late fifty something couple who live in a little town of an idyllic county near San Francisco, California. Sorry, I also have a married brother that right now is living in England far away in all aspects of our lives. Mother is a post grade Economist and works from home as a very respected tax consultant for several big corporations over the State, and my father Dr Mark Sandler is a Magister in Chemistry, and each month must go from two to three weeks to several out of state universities as a consultant professor. The story starts, as I was returning home by train after a prolonged absence anxious to be with my lover , and from time to time with the recollections of what had happened twenty years ago and the memories of some, I might say, family events, that occurred before then, some thirty years ago, and opened a new road in some of our lives. The journey was long that day, the train seats lumpy and uncomfortable, but that was not the reason why I was unable to concentrate on reading the book brought especially along to while away the time. My thoughts lay elsewhere, with my lover to be precise, on how we would greet after a month apart. Anticipation of the meeting was building within me as was the ever present sexual desire for what I hoped and prayed would soon transpire. The book I had tried to read lay open on my on my lap on top of a casual jacket and thankfully, both covered the movements of my hand which was roving around my groin area, gently teasing my clit through my panties to the motion of the train, not a very good idea really as I have never yet had a silent orgasm but I don't think anyone noticed what I was doing, and even if they had I cared not a jot. **** I had been away on a training course so far from home as to make it impractical to return at weekends, but now the big day had arrived and we had arranged that my lover would be waiting expectantly for me at the train station, hot with the same desire as my own, I hoped. We had talked on the 'phone every evening of course, but that isn't the same as actually being together; touching, kissing and making love whenever we are alone and the moment is right; though, since we had been apart we had indulged quite openly and noisily in 'phone sex which we both agreed was the next best thing. We used the word "Fuck " many times during our sexy 'phone calls together with a liberal smattering of "Cunt, whore, slut, etc", and talking dirty somehow brought us together more over those hundreds of miles. Strangely though, when we are together we use dirty talk or feel the need to, only on very special moments. I remember vividly the time I brought myself to a climax with the handset, my lover listening to the squishy wet noises it made as it moved up and down inside my body, and my simultaneous screams of pain and delight being muffled so many miles away. Just what possessed me to do that? Well, perhaps cause I was lonely in a strange town, missing my lover and thought anything I could do to excite that most precious person would keep the physical side of our relationship burning. As things transpired I needn't have worried and needn't have done it, but it does beg the question; how many other girls have had physical relations with a mobile phone? Answers on a postcard please! I waited in my flat impatiently for the calls and when the phone rang at precisely 9 pm every evening I instinctively knew it was my lover, and knew we would start to make phone love, slowly but passionately and build up gradually, sexily until we both had noisy screaming orgasms, me with my panties still on, sodden by now with vaginal secretions and the little pee which almost always escaped me when I came alone, dribbling down my thighs, and which I never attempted to stop. My lover thought this to be an endearing little trait but it was often quite a source of embarrassment to me. To look at my lover or myself for that matter, nobody could imagine that we could talk so dirty, that such filth between two lovers was possible, but we did, and it was wonderful. But now the train was entering the station and I stared impatiently though the window to see if my love was waiting. She was! Heart racing, I grabbed my bags and rushed down the steps into her arms. "Mmmm, I have missed you, my darling, Oh how much do I love you my dear, dear Beth." said Susan. My tongue was down her throat in a jiffy and my reply was inaudible, but I think she understood how I felt, and by the looks we received from other passengers it was obvious they also understood. I would have danced naked over red hot coals to see my lady, so the few funny looks we received bounced off me like drizzle from an umbrella. "I have missed you too, Susie darling," I cooed, "I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks!" and indeed I had. Susie as I call her since the time our loving started, was and is a stunner in any language and by anyone's standard: tall, slim and brunette with slightly larger than boyish breasts that would never droop with age. She was 37 then but she looked at most to be 25 and could easily have passed for my slightly older sister. But she isn't my sister, she is my lover. At that time I was 19, and though I shouldn't say this, quite attractive from what others said. I too am tall and slim, and have a similar figure to Susie's. That's great because everything fits where it should when we make love, and that is often. My breasts are small too but for me this is an advantage rather than not. Nature made me tall and slim and I do my best to keep things that way by regular training with Susie at our local gym. Susie drove us to her home in a peacefully quiet part of the town where she lived with her husband who, though I love him to bits, was mercifully away on teaching business for a week or so, unknowingly giving us the time and space to be alone. Susie only found she was bisexual when we began our affair, our very deep and private love affair. She has no love or sexual desire for any other woman but me, and I reciprocate that. We are totally and completely IN LOVE, but she is married and neither of us would wish to hurt her husband in any way by breaking up the marriage. As she drove, my hand wandered, wandered, wandered, until it reached that warm, moist and well trimmed place that we ladies (and most men) regard as our Holy of Holies. She must have been expecting me to do just this because she wore no panties. She moaned as my fingertips brushed her pubic hair. She moaned and steered though half closed eyes as I sought entry to her cavern of love as she drove on. Her thighs were hot and quivered at my touch but she was far hotter in between them. "Best not, not now, Beth darling," she said though clenched teeth, "any more of this and we'll crash!" Such was my desire for her that day that I hadn't taken the traffic, light as it was, into account. Slowly and teasingly I withdrew my hand ensuring those fingernails raked her thigh, making her shudder with delight. I sniffed my naughty fingers and inhaled her tantalising scent. Her sexual aroma was unique and I would have picked it out blindfold from a hundred others, a blend of pure, mature woman and open sexual desire. It was a scent I remembered so well and loved so much, a scent to be savoured, a scent for special occasions, a scent to be worn with pride and a scent born out of love. "Mmmmm," I murmured half to myself, "I love you Susie....can't wait to get...." But at that point Susie was pulling into the driveway, and with a quick flick of her wrist turned the engine off. We gazed at each other from only inches away and for the first time in a month experienced a frenzied bout of kissing and feeling each other's bodies. "Let's go inside," she said, "before we get too carried away and someone sees us." Hardly likely, I thought, just as the nearest house was at least 100 metres away. We unloaded my bags and lugged them through the door, dropping them on the floor and slamming the door shut as we frantically tore at each other's clothing. Some of it came off there and then, other bits and pieces lay in a trail which marked our passage upstairs to the main bedroom, a top here, a skirt there, my panties on the top step. "I need a shower after a journey like that, " I said as I never relish anyone having to eat me out if I'm not completely fresh. "We can shower together darling," came the reply from Susie, "just like we used..... to do, remember?" Did I remember? My God yes! Some of our more adventurous scenes were played out in or near to the shower. I couldn't wait! Needing a wee but needing my lover even more I took Susie by the hand and we entered the shower, we soaped each other under the dreamily warm jets and it was immediately obvious to me that Susie wanted me at least as much as I did her. Lots. She came first from my ministrations with both soap and high powered water jet, she came with an intensity I have rarely seen before, her whole body rigid and trembling in a long, long, double orgasm, which left her slumped against my body, sliding gently to her knees as it subsided. She shuddered and moaned in that position for a while, her hands clutching the globes of my bum, head down as the water still cascaded over us both. "Glad to see me then Susie?" I ventured. If I thought she was sated by that first long orgasm I was wrong, thankfully, so very wrong. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and never was this more true than that day. She nodded and muttered her love for me, raising her head at the same time. I think it was then we both realised that her face was only inches from my own sex. She moved hesitantly towards the hottest part of my body and I desperately wanted her to inhale my now clean aroma, to drink deep of my well, to eat the Ambrosia of love that was brimming out of me and was for her alone. Turning off one jet so that it didn't spray in Susie's face I turned on another which played down her suntanned and perfectly proportioned back. The water ran smoothly down her body and formed a little river through the parting of her globes, a place where I hoped my tongue would soon play like the water before me. Susie had by now recovered her senses and was nuzzling my sex with her nose, driving me insane with her tongue, flicking it in and around those hot, wet lips. I may say that my vagina lips were wet, extremely wet, and not just from the shower alone! I oozed love from that place and my lover was quick to take advantage of the aromatic stream of my womanhood. She licked, she drank and she teased until the delightfully ecstatic building up of sexual excitement pain took me past the point of no return and my orgasm exploded in her face, drenching her with sticky love juice, and I'm ashamed to say, a little drop of my wee as her tongue took me to heaven on a fluffy white cloud which was more than my poor distended bladder could stand. She rose and we kissed. I smelled my smell on her and tasted my own love juice, licking her face like a cat will lick a kitten, loving it, savouring the sexual electricity that emanated from us both. We washed properly then, chatting like two schoolgirls as we did so. We dried each other, which led to another orgasm each, and then we went to bed on that still sunny afternoon in May. Susie had obviously planned the moment as she had placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, anticipating where we would shortly be after we arrived at her house. I poured for us both, took a drink and then a second which I held in my mouth and dribbled into Susie's slightly open sex. I raised her thighs then and sucked out the bubbly mixture of champagne and her thicker, sexy, highly charged love potion. Whilst the alcohol content may have been low that drink was by far the most potent of any I have ever tasted. We were both in Heaven and knew it. We talked for a while, kissing and fondling as lovers do until I suggested that she may like a massage. Oh yes! What a suggestion! I saw in her eyes that a naked massage from her younger lover was exactly what she wanted after all this time apart, and turning her onto her tummy I sat on the globes of her bum and began to massage her neck and shoulders. Naked massaging is a wonderful thing, and even more so when one knows it will end in mind blowing sex with someone who must certainly be one of the most beautiful creatures on the planet. I look upon these massages as my both, giving and receiving pleasure at the same time, always making sure that when I moved the movement was blissful to me just as the tender touching was to my partner, and so it was on this occasion. When working my way down her body I had to continually move position and noticed as I did so that I was leaving a scented trail of secretion on her skin, so when my fingers finally reached her globes I was able to bend down and lick it off. It must have been the touch of a slightly raspy tongue on her globes, or maybe the fact that by now my fingers were entering her pussy from the rear, but I heard her gasp and she parted her gorgeous thighs still further to afford me better access to whichever entrance I wished to invade. Invade? Possible that is too strong a word, maybe excite, titillate or play with even, but Susie made it plain that either or both of her private places was completely available to me. I took advantage of her offer and chose to enter both. Not at first, because those naughty fingers of mine were exploring her very wet vagina, but after a few minutes of this mutual heaven I raised her thighs one by one until that lovely bum was pointing invitingly upwards. This was something I had determined to do today, and seeing her like that gave me no option but to spread her globes further apart. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," from Susie as she realised what my intention was," Mmmm, Mmmmmm, oh my God, yessssssssssss darling," as my tongue played around that delicate, sensitive skin, slightly darker than the rest of her body and which had its own highly charged erogenous zone. Her hands reached behind her and did the work for me, spreading her own buttocks and revealing her dark, puckered anal entrance. My whole body trembled with emotion and excitement when I gazed down at her and her succulent anus, taking in at a long glance the creamy texture of her skin, the roundness of her parted cheeks and the glorious invitation which lay deep between them. My tongue reached in tentatively and tasted her. She jumped at its touch and murmured something inaudible but which I took to be a sign that she liked what I had done. My body felt like jelly just then as my tongue took on a life of its own and entered her from the rear. Fingers still moving inside her pussy, tongue now inside her beautiful ass hole, and the combination of the two was enough to drive her over the edge and into oblivion again. Lucky Susie I thought, but I knew that very soon she would be returning the favour with as much if not more energy and ingenuity as I had expended on her. Lying completely prone now with her face to one side so she could breathe I heard my lover whisper, "My darling Beth, that was so wonderful. I love you so very, very much." "I love you too my darling," was my only reply before we began to play again. More words were unnecessary, this was not a time to talk. She turned over then, fully exposing her fount of love for my inspection, and rarely have I seen such a wonderful sight. Her pubes were trim, jet black like my own, wet and matted with her womanly secretions. Her inner lips of darkling pinkness glistened temptingly and she must have sensed my next move which was to bury my face in her and eat her completely. "No darling," she breathed quietly, "come to me," and she indicated that I should straddle her body so that she could play with me as I played with her. She lay underneath me then as I knelt above her facing down upon her toned belly, the cleft of her sex more and more visible as my hungry mouth lowered down to it in the 69 position. I fully expected Susie to adjust my lower body onto her face so she could tongue me as I had done her, and as I was about to do again. She, however, had other ideas and her dextrous fingers lightly scraped my inner thighs making me jerk and spasm with ecstasy. Knowing well each other by now, I guess our feminine intuition comes into play as we instinctively know what turns the other on, and more to the point we both know where and how to touch or lick, and precisely when to do it. She knew exactly where to lightly touch me, to make me quiver with excitement, and in the doing she made me secrete more and more, which had I been in another position would have merely leaked onto my thighs, but which she told me later had dripped now and then onto her upturned face. Fingers entered my vaginal opening made easy by the lubrication there. One finger, two and then a third pleasured me as her thumb massaged my engorged clit. I felt another insertion then and realised that Susie was using both hands, I had never experienced four fingers in there before and was amazed that I was able to expand so much and so quickly to accommodate them all. And then, just having become used to the tightness of it all, the pressure eased somewhat as she removed the last finger she had inserted and a second later I felt it tickling on and around my darkest place. I felt a slight push and gasped. Susie had entered my anus with that well lubricated finger! Another push took it to my sphincter where it played and toyed around, then a final thrust, gentle but firm took it past that point into the deepest recess I had. "Could Heaven ever be this divine?" I asked myself as my lover revolved that digit deep inside me. In and out, round and round she turned it, driving me mad with desire. I wanted this to last forever but Susie had other ideas and after a few minutes of blissful anal penetration she withdrew completely from there and from my vagina also. Strong firm hands grasped the orbs of my bum as she drew me down to her face, licking and sucking the overflowing moisture from around that special place, her tongue now inside, then out and teasing the sensitive area around my anal passage before deciding to settle and concentrate on my clit. I dove for hers as soon as her tongue touched mine, taking her clit into my mouth and hearing her pleasure filled moan, nose buried deep inside her wet vagina, tongue mercilessly working on her clit. She was doing the same to me with a passion, grinding her mouth into me and sucking, that wonderful sucking which brought me to a crescendo very soon At the same time I sensed Susie's own climax as her body tensed and the lips of her sex opened still further by themselves. Her clit took on a life of its own as she pushed and bucked with a strength belying her slim frame. We both climaxed together just seconds later -- it seemed to go on forever, ever, rolling, climbing, both finally zooming up unstoppably to that fluffy white cloud of ecstasy before the gentle swaying falling motion, much like a leaf dropping gently from a tree. Susan and Beth We rolled apart and I turned my cum covered face to my lover, crawled up to her and we kissed. Kissed and licked and tongued each other's juices from our faces, kissed and licked until our tongues were sore at their bases. " Oh dear, how much do I love you, Susie " I whispered in her ear. "I too love you very much my darling ,I' m completely and insanely in love with you." replied my MOTHER with true feeling. 2 Susan: some thirty years ago. I was young when I got pregnant with Beth. Mark and I were both only 17 and, as we were in college, things were like a nightmare. It was 1975 and we were already in hot water with our parents for being followers of the dying "free love" ideology. But we were far from hippies and neither of us had ever experienced any of this "free love" until the time he and I went too far and wound up with a baby. Gratefully, Mark was a brilliant student and swept through college and UCLA without delay and got a job as a chemist with a blossoming firm that was just starting out in San Francisco; meanwhile I left college to give birth, had Beth and, after, I went to campus to get my grade and post grade in Economy. By the time my daughter was nine we had good employment , two cars and a three bedroom duplex and hadn't suffered in our marriage in the least to get it. We weren't much for hippy concepts by then. We were very suburban; for a time I was a girl guide leader and Mark coached a local little league team. So when our son came along it was with no uncertainty that we knew we had stumbled into middle class security, going up, and we didn't talk anymore about those early days and our "experimentation". Frankly...not much else other than work and devotion appealed to me by that point and suburbia wasn't so bad after all. Beth used to eat breakfast with me and her dad before he left for work and Beth left for school. At that time as her father, Mark, walked out the door each morning, I would always hand him a lunch and give him a kiss. One particular day when Beth was 7 years old, she was running late for breakfast, and was hurrying down from her room. Later she told me she paused in the doorway as she returned to the kitchen -- and she saw her father and me kissing, but not like usual. Since she had been out of the room we were being a little more affectionate. This was a longer kiss and to Beth it looked like their mouths were open. As Mark was pulling away to leave, he traced his hands down my shoulders, lightly caressing my breasts over the shirt all the way from chest to nipple in one fairly quick motion. "Well! And you have a nice day too!" I said him, smiling as he winked and walked out the door. I turned and saw Beth standing in the kitchen, watching me intently. I was a little flushed from the kiss and quick fondle, so I said, "Hi honey, is... something wrong?" "No, no," said Beth, and sat back down at the table to finish eating. A few minutes later, out of nowhere, Beth asked, "Mom, what did Dad do to you right when he left?" I didn't know quite what to answer, but Beth was still young and I knew I could get away with making up a story. "Well, honey, it's a little game people who are in love play when they say goodbye, and no one's looking." "Why do they do it?" "Well, uh... because it feels good. Because Mommy likes it." I said. Beth, was apparently satisfied with the answer, and went back to her breakfast. When she was done she gathered up her things and went to the door to leave for school. "Don't forget to give Mommy a kiss," said I getting up to say goodbye. I gave Beth a hug and a kiss. But as she went to let go, Beth traced her hands lightly and quickly down my breasts, the same way her father had done. "Oh, sweetie, you're not supposed to do that!" I said. "Why not Mommy, we're in love, right?" Beth asked. "I... well not like... I'm..." and couldn't think of words to say to my daughter. I cursed myself for making up a story. Figuring Beth would forget about the whole thing shortly, I just said, "Yes, we are. Have a good day at school." "Bye Mommy" said Beth. "Bye ,baby" I answered, closing the door. "That was really stupid," I thought. "Why did I tell her it was a game? Well I'm sure she'll forget about it anyway." I just figured my daughter was only curious about how men and women interacted. As I walked up to my bathroom to get ready for my day, I looked at myself in the mirror. Twenty-five years old, and still pretty cute. Five foot eight, slim, brunette hair; I'd put on a little weight since having Beth, but all In all, I still felt attractive; my breasts were still the feature I was most proud of, hard, firm, little bigger than a boys, perky and with very prominent nipples as when Beth was born, and had stayed that way since. I wondered if maybe Beth had a curiosity about her mother's or her own lack of breasts that may have precipitated this morning's encounter. Whatever hopes Susan had that Beth would forget about their "game" were dashed in the subsequent days. More often than not, as Beth was heading off for school she would give me a quick kiss and trace her hands down my breasts. This put me in an awkward situation. I did not feel "sinful" or "evil"; I knew this was just a game to my daughter. But I also knew it wasn't right and that eventually someone may see and not understand. So I came up with a plan to end it, without hurting my daughter's feelings. From now on, when Beth left for school in the morning, I stayed sitting at the kitchen table. I would still call my daughter over and give her a good-bye kiss, but I being seated, she would not be in a position to play "the game." Beth never said anything about this change or made any objections. I thought for sure she was done with this small problem, until one evening when I was getting ready to go out with my husband. He was out picking up the babysitter, and Beth was in my bathroom watching me put on my make-up. One of Beth's favourite things was to get a kiss from me before I went out so that the lipstick would be on her own lips too. I was aware of this so I didn't make any objections when my daughter asked me for a kiss. "The game" wasn't even on my mind until after the quick kiss when Beth's hands once again traced their way down my breasts. I, although frustrated, didn't say anything. I figured this was one "relapse" and that this particular situation didn't present itself often enough to make a scene over it. But Beth enjoyed the game. I knew Beth thought the world of me as her mother and tried to be like me in every way. So it made her feel good that they could play this game that she believed I liked, and she was letting me know how much she loved me. It never occurred to Beth that the feeling and touching could have been considered wrong. So it came to pass that I never corrected or scolded Beth for playing our game. And over the next few years, although it didn't happen frequently, I didn't even mind it anymore. Beth never did it when anyone else was around, and it was never worth it to me to upset my daughter when we had such an otherwise enviable relationship. After all, Beth always listened to me and never caused us any trouble. It wasn't until Beth turned 12 and she was still playing the "game" that I started thinking it was becoming too unnatural. After all, when I was in 7th grade like Beth I had kissed a boy for the first time. It wasn't with tongue, mind you, but at least I knew that I liked boys and they gave me a feeling that girls didn't. Any original thoughts about that it was a phase with Beth were quickly diminishing. I was pondering whether or not I should have a definitive talk with Beth about stopping it. But In October of that year, Beth went to a boys-girls Halloween party. I didn't know if Beth had a boyfriend or not, although I was hoping that she did. Funny how my whole life I had thought how I would dread my daughter dating, but now I was actually rooting for it. Since it wasn't a sleepover, and Mark was away on business, I stayed up and waited for Beth to come home as her father was in a fishing trip with friends. It was 11:45 when Beth walked through the door. "So how did it go?" I asked. "Fine, mom," said Beth. She looked a little tired, and a little... something else, something that I, her mother couldn't pinpoint. "Did the boys show up?". "Yes, and we all watched the Exorcist. It was so scary. I think Brian Daley knew I was scared because he came over and held my hand." I was ecstatic at this piece of information. "Really! Do you like him?" I asked. "Is he nice?" "He's very nice, Mom," Beth replied, smiling shyly, "I think he might ask me out." "That's great! Your first boyfriend!" "Aw mom! Be quiet! He's not my boyfriend. Besides, I don't know if he'll really do it." "I'm sure he will. Boys don't hold your hand for no reason." I said, and looked at my watch. "Now it's late. You should go get ready for bed." "O.K., mom," Beth said, giving me a hug and kiss and running upstairs. "Good night." "Good night," I answered, and smiled to myself. Beth hadn't played "the game"! I had assumed correctly that the presence of boys in Beth's life had brought an end to it. I went up to get myself ready for bed, and for the first time realized that I felt a tiny bit sad and a little disappointed that our little mother/daughter bonding game was over. I disrobed, slipped into my satin sleeping top and bottom, and got into my lonely bed. Before I had even fallen asleep, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "What's wrong, Beth," I asked. "I can't sleep mom. I keep thinking about that movie." "Well, O.K baby.,", "what can I do for you? Do you want me to heat you up some milk or something?" "Can I just sleep in here tonight? I wanted to talk to you about something anyway." "Sure, baby," I said, moving some of the blankets off the other side of the bed. "What is it?" Beth crawled into the bed. "I was just thinking, mom, that um, maybe we should... stop doing, you know, the kiss game. I think it should probably just be for you and Dad. You're not mad are you?" I was touched; my thoughts were both confirmed and articulated. "Oh, no precious. I think it's good that we stop a game now. You're at that point of your life," I said, and kissed my daughter on the forehead. "Thanks, mom." Beth said. We lay there for a few minutes not saying anything before Beth said, "Maybe we should, um, do it one last time so we can remember what it's like." I had no objections; in fact I thought it was kind of sweet that my daughter was going to miss our bonding game, because I surely was. So I turned towards my daughter and kissed her on the lips, a mother to daughter kiss, and waited for Beth to do her thing. Beth knelt up in the bed and placed her hands on my shoulders. Except rather than a quick tracing of the breasts, Beth's hands moved slowly down to my nipples, then back up the breast and down again. Surprised, I looked at my daughters face and noticed something amiss. "What's wrong, Beth?" Beth, whose breasts had not developed yet, said, "Mom, are mine going to be like yours? Oh, sweetie, I'm sure they are. You're still a little young to have them. But someday you will." "I want them to be like yours. They are so pretty and hard," said Beth. "Well thank you, my dear" I said her. "Can I see them?" I hesitated briefly, wanting to make the right decision. "O.K.," I said, and lifted up my satin sleep-top. Beth was awed. She had seen the developing girls her age in the showers at the pool, and she had seen naked breasts on television before, but—she told me later-- mine were the most beautiful, perfect pair she had ever seen. I watched as Beth studied my breasts for almost a minute. Then, without permission but not thinking it was wrong, Beth put her hands on my breasts and began to rub them, caress them and feel their weight. I lifted my head up immediately and said "Oh, Bethy I don't know...if " But Beth kept up the massage and even rubbed my nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing me to mumble, "oh, my god" and lay my head back down. Beth was fascinated with this new feeling. My breasts were cool, soft and heavy nippled. My skin was very smooth and Beth ran her fingers, palms and the backs of her hands all over them. She alternated holding each breast with both hands and she pushed my breasts up from underneath, and studied how hard she could squeeze them and how much they wobbled when she let go. Then she focused her attention and fingers back on the nipples -- and I emitted an audible "unh." "This is where baby's get milk from, right Mom?" asked Beth. "Uh, yes honey it is but you shouldn't..." I found myself cut off as Beth lowered her mouth onto my nipple and sucked it in. Beth used her right hand to tilt the breast in the direction of her mouth and her left to continue massaging the other breast. After about a minute, she switched breasts. When she was finished, she sat up and said, "Did you like that, Mom?" I had in fact enjoyed that encounter, but was equally mixed with shock, embarrassment and fear. I enjoyed the closeness with my daughter and it had felt good, very good, but I feared there was more to it than that. "I... did like it honey, but it's not something we're supposed to do, you know, I think that..." I didn't know what to say after that -and as I was searching for the words Beth said, "I know mom. It was the last time, remember?" I was, relieved that it was over, and said, "You're right." Let's go to sleep." "Um, mom?" "Yes Beth?" "Do you think you could do that to me? Just one time? So I know what it's like?" Now my head was spinning. I knew the right answer was to say no and stop this whole thing now, but it was as if I had given free license to do this by framing the whole "new boyfriend, end of game" thing in her mind. I couldn't believe I was saying this: "O.K. baby but we're going to sleep after it's done." Beth slid back down onto her back and I leaned over and lifted up my daughter's nightshirt. I propped myself up with my left arm and placed the right hand where Beth's left breast would eventually grow, moving it in massaging circles, and I lowered my mouth to my daughter's nipple, thinking "I can't believe I'm doing this, this is so wrong." Beth was expecting me to just suck on her tiny nipple the way she had just done to me, like a baby does. But to her great and unexpected pleasure, her mother's full lips parted and my large, sandpapery tongue emerged, flicking and licking Beth's nipple. It felt wonderful to me -- tingly! Then I sucked the nipple in and rolled it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. In sheer enjoyment, Beth began to rapidly sigh. I knew she had not expected this! I moved my mouth over to the other nipple and performed similar oral ministrations on it. I then made long tongue strokes over each nipple (all the while Beth watching excitedly as saliva from her mom's mouth dripped onto her chest and I washed it into Beth's nipples). Beth loved the way my tongue felt so coarse that it tickled the ends of her nipples. I finished by rapidly flicking between alternating nipples, and giving each one a long, firm suck. Then, kissing my daughter on the head, I asked her "Good enough?" "Wow" was all Beth could say, still breathing heavily. "Glad you liked it, sweetie. Now let's go to sleep for real." Which we both did, but not before each of us realized that this had somehow turned from something clinical and innocent into something more erotic and depraved that had us both got rather aroused..... The next morning neither said anything about what happened the night before. While I was making breakfast and Beth was in the shower we both reflected on the incident. From my daughter perspective, last night was special but something at that moment she didn't want to do again. Beth had thought I had a beautiful body and was very curious about it. Over the years she had grown comfortable touching me but now she knew that touching like that wasn't appropriate. She had wanted her mother to suck her nipples just to see how it felt, but what I had done instead, made her feel funny , very funny inside her, and better, much better than holding Brian Daley's hand. She was hoping this wouldn't make things weird with her mom, and vowed that she would never play "the game" or do anything like that again. I felt no remorse whatsoever since I too was certain that last night would be the one and only time that something like would ever happen. In a way it made me feel good that my daughter admired my breasts and gave me so much attention. At 30 I still had friends who were single and in very good shape. And I felt like I wasn't fun anymore, that I wasn't attractive and that I was getting heavier every month. With Mack we had a fairly good sex life still, but he didn't pay the same attention to me that he used to; I blamed this on my increasing of weight. I also anticipated feeling horrible about what I did in return to Beth last night, but those feelings never came. If anything I felt rather sly about it since I knew my daughter enjoyed it and it didn't mean anything. Neither of us, mother nor daughter ever spoke about the incident, but it wasn't necessary. It never had an adverse effect on our relationship, and apparently Beth's interests turned to boys from that point on. We remained so very close; there was never a taboo subject for discussion. Beth always took time to hang out with me, whether it was shopping or concerts in the park or going to the movies. And I watched my daughter grow into a beautiful, confident young woman. True to her mother's word, Beth's breasts blossomed to a lovely 32C. So Beth graduated from high school and enrolled in the University of North California, all without ever playing "the game" with me again. During finals week of her first year at UNC I give her a call from home to talk about her plans for the summer. Beth said that she was planning living at home (if that was all right with us) and trying to get a summer job in the area as a lifeguard or in the library . 3 Susan: some twenty one years ago Beth was not your average girl. She somehow seemed to have inherited that subtle hippy mindset underneath her bubbly exterior. ¡Save the Whales¡ ,and ¡Save the ozone¡. MOM!! Don't you know that's animal flesh? Two months later she was eating cheeseburgers again. We tried not to smother her radical ideas as they came and went and as we hoped she -- like us -- would just sort of smooth into the texture of responsibility. And so when she stopped wearing gaudy make up and started looking cute again......starting getting grades for the first time since grade 6 we were relieved. She graduated top of her high school class and was accepted to UCLA with a partial scholarship. Paying her tuition and room & board was going to be a little tight with a growing boy in the house....but we knew it was worthwhile. Every time she visited from university she seemed different. In all her life she'd never had short hair but she finally got it cut short and curly and her dark hair set off the blue contacts she wore. "I just wear them sometimes.....don't you wish sometimes you had blue eyes?" she asked all dimples. Sigh......yes I suppose there were many times I had. "But your hair! It's as short as a......" "Boy's?... Mom... that's the way I like it." "What do your friends think?", "Oh... I don't care too much what they think... I know my best friend likes it. She says it makes me very attractive." "Attractive? Attractive To whom?... ....I'm sorry Beth... ...I didn't' mean anything by that remark..." She had certainly grown into an attractive young woman.....not any taller than five foot eight but she'd inherited my figure and took great care of it. She was very nicely filled out now. Susan and Beth At the end of her second year before exams she came home homesick and studied in her old room. It was sort of nice to have her home but in all honesty the more she was around the more I noticed how she was her own person and I couldn't mother her any longer. It struck me shortly after that while she would always be my daughter she was now a woman and I start wondering what her sex life was like. Did she have a boyfriend? She didn't talk about it; if she did. Was she "doing it?" OH GOD! I hoped she wasn't....I hoped she was staying a virgin forever. So when she next came home from school I found myself unable to keep from asking. "Are you dating anyone," I inquired as we peeled potatoes at the kitchen sink. She smiled and looked around for her father. "Maybe." "Maybe?" I asked. "Are you going to make me pry?" "But you do it so well," she giggled. "I mean...I've been thinking....worried actually...are you...sexually active...?" She smiled chopping the potato into pieces and taking the one from my hand. "Well...depends...." "On what?" I asked confused. "You either are or aren't." Beth looked around again for her father. "Well...I mean I've had my boyfriends...nothing serious...but..." "But? But? ....now you are driving me crazy." "But I do it so well," she giggled. I kept peeling thinking I would just wait until she made my worst thoughts come to life. "Well...I am seeing someone..." she said mysteriously.....but not in the way you might think.....its a different kind of person..." "Oh God.....he's not married is he?" I gasped. She giggled. "Cold mom.....very cold." "Older? A teacher?" my eyes widened. "Still cold," she smiled. "Is he black.....you know..... I mean we don't care about that.....it's nothing to be ashamed of." "ICY," she leaned back against the countertop. God, she was pretty. Her breasts jutted out nicely in her T-Shirt. I give up......Uncle! ......who is he?" She looked once more for Mark. "Well Mom.....he.....is a she." I dropped the potato and it thudded on the aluminium sink. "A girl?" I whispered. God. the idea almost seemed silly.....Beth with......some......girl?......"You're gay?" I gasped putting my hand to my mouth. She shook her head "No.....no.....I'm not gay.....calm down please. Shit, Mom.....there was no way to tell you..... and I didn't plan to.....but you asked about my sex life..... sorry." I sat down at the table. "How can you not be gay.....and be....." "It's not like that," she smiled as she took a chair. "We're not like in love or anything. I consider myself quite heterosexual.....I just.....I don't know.....wanted to.....experiment.....you know. I mean, it just happened. And I liked it..... well I still like it..... I mean..... it's just really something you wouldn't understand unless you ever did it. Mom? Haven't you.....I mean, didn't you......back in the seventies..... all that free love...." I shook my head. "Well," I looked around. "I suppose it had come up.....but we weren't really hippies.....and things were dying out by then.....I mean..." "Well.....its just a thing.....you know.....she's really pretty..... God is she pretty..... and we get along. We just want to try stuff out.....GOD!" she blushed. "This is more embarrassing than I thought it would be. "I mean......" I stammered. "have you two.....you know... " She just looked at me. "GOD!" I smiled and blushed. "You have!!!" I was full of panic and nervousness and wished I'd never brought up the subject. I whispered to her. "GOD! Don't tell your dad.....he'll just keel over I promise you!" My mind started thinking about.....imagining it.....GOD! It was terribly arousing. And frightening at the same time. And I was a little jealous. NOT MY Beth!!! Having sex with another girl!!! "What does she looks like?" I asked, breathing quite heavily. Beth pulled a small coin pouch from her jeans and pulled a photo from it. "Uhm..,,,. her name's Nikki...she's first year too..... Mom, it's not like we love one another that way or anything...", The picture shook in my fingers and I was still giggling and shaking my head. The girl was wearing a very tiny bikini. She was adorable. She even looked a bit like she could be Beth's sister, if she had one. "I probably shouldn't say this..... but..... she's pretty. I mean, for a girl that is." God, I was nervous about this. What was stranger is that I found myself looking at this young girl's breasts. Beth was right! What a figure. Had Beth touched her there? My eyes went down to her bikini..... No! I couldn't think that. My baby didn't! "I'm glad you like her too...... I mean, I'm glad you think she's pretty too. She's beautiful, actually. Mom..... I'm glad you're taking this so well," Beth said. I giggled. "What's so funny?" "Oh...you know......just being old like me.....and well.....you know we never thought about gay... ..not-gay.... and here you are.....God! Beth do you really do it with her? I realized what I said. "I'm sorry, it's just that it's so..... so.....". "Fascinating?" Beth answered, smiling at me. "Well," I paused. "yeah.....I guess it is. You know when we were young......that was so.....unspeakable.....but you know.....I had my thoughts.....I wasn't a total square.....but there's a big jump from that to this!" I laughed. I couldn't help it. "God....now I can't stop thinking about it....." I giggled. "Look what you've done to me!" "Sorry.....I didn't mean to spoil your imagination." "Well.....let's just try to keep this under our hats and you let me know how things come along.....I mean.... sorry...I meant....." I giggled. "I know what you mean Mom," Beth smiled to me. And she opened her arms to hug me. The hug just wasn't the same now. Not with these images in my head. I hugged her and felt something sexual in the core of my body.....I felt her breasts against me.....her body against mine...... "Let's finish the potatoes," I said, quickly moving away and back to the counter. Beth came home for the summer and brought home what I most feared , no, not a "girlfriend".....but her...... sexuality. I had spent the four weeks leading up to her return trying desperately to get the image of her and Nikki out of my mind.....and not having much success. Picturing that beautiful girl in the bikini... .with my Beth. Part of me was disgusted.....part of me was fascinated...another part frightened... another part... aroused, and another part very, very jealous. So when she took into her old room and got a job at the library nearby I dreaded the whole thought of being around and alone with her while all I could think about her was....that. But my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to ask so many questions..... filthy questions. I could hardly bring myself to ask them aloud to myself, let alone to my daughter. As fate would have it....she seemed to sense this after a few weeks, and the first chance we got that Mark and her brother were gone to a ballgame, she brought it up. I had been finishing off the linens when she sat on the bed in our bedroom (her father and mine) and boldly said, "You seem more.....I don't know.. ...more distant around me....is it because of the thing with Nikki?". "Well, honey....." I started. "Don't worry... ..That's over Mom....I mean we're friends, Nikki and I, but.....I mean.....we aren't doing anything right now." I was relieved to hear it.....and strangely.....a bit startled..... and then, a bit disappointed. "Well...honestly...I didn't have a real problem with it. Actually if I had a problem, it was my own imagination... it was that I just couldn't stop thinking about it. I mean you're my daughter but it just.....you know..... even so I couldn't stop wondering....." I blushed. "Really?" she smiled. "That's sorts weird but its cool that you can admit it.....I mean that's how I started thinking about it...... when I found out one of my friends was fooling around with a girl." "Which one?" I asked. Remember Helen at the recreation centre? It turned out that back in high school she started experimenting." "Valerie's girl.....GOD! Do her parents know?" "I don't really know her that well anymore.....I haven't talked to her since she told me....it sort of spooked me..." "But it did the same thing to you that your story did to me?" "Yeah...it got me thinking.....wondering.....you know.....and well.....Nikki and I got to be good friends and we both were thinking about it a lot..... and we asked if either of us had experimented..... and..... well... one night I was extremely horny... things just sort of happened from there." "Well.....I didn't mean to seem distant.....I'm embarrassed.....I mean....getting aroused by thinking about my own daughter...and then on top of it....wondering.....you know.....what's it like....I wanted to ask.... but it all just seems so....secret...you know..." "Well.....if you want to know, Mom.....it really feels great.....I mean in a very sexual sort of way.... psychologically too I guess.. .and as for thinking about me.. . well, its not like its incest or something." "What a word!' I gasped. "It's just that I thought about it once....only once mind you.....if I wanted to try it....I don't know anyone.....isn't that silly? What a thought.....I mean I don't know any lesbians or whatever. Maybe when I was young I could have found someone but now.....I mean.....you're the only one I know who.....you know......has ever tried it." Beth shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah I guess its not so easy.....I mean things just sort of fell into our lap with Nikki and I. ..it is kind weird.. .I could see why you would have thought that.. ..you know...who else do I know...Beth's the only one...." I had just lost my mind and was laughing at nothing in particular.... Mark called out from downstairs. Thank God for that! Saved by the bell.....what else were we going to say? We'd reached a terribly embarrassing impasse. The next morning after Mark had gone to work and my son Aaron was in the den watching television, Beth found me in the study. "Hi," Hi...just finishing up the bills for the month. Not working today?" "Nah...switched with Natalie she wants to go to a concert tonight at the recreation centre. Mom, I ...uh...wanted to talk to you..." Oh?" I asked with voice and eyes gleaming. "About what you said...about you know... that you were curious... thinking you didn't know anyone...you know..." I wasn't sure where she was going, so my expression asked for me. "Well...I mean.....it is weird.....but....not that it had to be like....you know....everything....but if you just wanted to ....well....test the feeling of....`hands' or something....GOD! I shouldn't even be asking you this...." she blushed. The office was filled with anticipation and embarrassment. "Are you.. .uh. .." I wasn't laughing now.. .. "Are you asking me.. . Beth! GOD! You're propositioning me. I mean I'm excited..... and curious.....but it just sounds.....too..." "Kinky?" she giggled. 'I know....me too....but... well.... Mom, it's been awhile since I've been with Nikki and I've been kind of horny lately and..... I guess when I thought of it.....I figured well..... I could use some sort of..... stimulation myself......" "You really must have really liked it," I said..... asked? "Mom, it's like an addiction." "I don't know. I mean, your and I are older now.... and we sort of got over it....and don't have sex....." "No, Mom.... I swear..... it's intense..... much more intense than with a guy. I miss it....." "You are horny, aren't you sweetheart!" I broke into hysterical laughter and Beth followed suit. "Sorry....I know its too weird....I just know how I felt when I was wondering about it, and well..... I shouldn't have asked" You feel sorry for me," I smiled. "No....well.....yeah.....no.....its just that you know.....you're not in college anymore with kids experimenting.... where you could find someone that...... well ..... would be willing to try things with you.... "You mean if you were in school right now, you'd go looking for it?" I giggled "Well, yeah. I hate to say this, but I probably would. Mom..... I really am horny. It must be that time of month or something." "Well, you could find some guy..... "No Mom.... that won't do it. It has to be a girl.... I get so excited just thinking about it. But you know.... I'm not there, where I can find somebody of my own sex.... I can't do it here.... the town's too small. And where would I find anybody my.... well...." Age?" I asked. Well.... yeah...." "Beth.... .Am I too old for you?" "No....not actually....you look great....I mean I think even the girls who I know who ARE lesbians would say you're sexy. Its just that..... you are..." "Boring?" Beth smiled. "Well....not boring.....just you live in a very protective environment.....where things like that don't happen or if they do......they are kept secret very well." "Well," I smiled nervously......."I appreciate the offer but maybe that's just a bit too weird even for us "old" hippies...." "Well.....think about it...... If you ever want to..... I just mean.....you know..." "A little stimulation.....isn't that what you said?". I giggled. "Well.....I'm going to meet dad for lunch in a couple of hours so." "Make sure he doesn't eat meat......he's on a diet," I instructed her. Beth's "idea" was right of left field. But to my shame.....it was a very tempting offer. I had this bizarre mixture of scorn and lust involved with the thought. She and I even.....you know.....simulating touching...Feeeewww! Eeewww to the incestuous concept. And a bigger Eeeeeeewwww to how much a part of me found the idea twice as depravedly attractive as just "experimenting with another woman". GREAT! Now I had two things running through my head......arousing me and terrifying me. Beth having sex with another woman. Beth having sex with another woman.......who just happened to be me. Only in my revolting flashes of sexual perversity it wasn't just "simulated touching". I went up and masturbated to two orgasms within an hour, and took a nap. So for the next week......I had a new psycho-sexual battle to wager. Emotionally when I thought of it.....incest was enough to make me vomit. I had given birth, bathed and brought up this beautiful girl.......she was my daughter......but without those emotional facets.....the idea.....from a purely carnal standpoint.....she was gorgeous..... she was built... ..it was deliciously sick. To my chagrin I found the carnal side winning and found that when I was around her......I was staring at her. She was turning me on..... I couldn't. believe it..... getting aroused looking at another woman..... my own daughter.... I wanted to say, "okay....let's...." Thank God I was far too cowardly! The following week, I started thinking about it, about Beth and me doing it, when Mark and I made love.....not the whole time, mind you......just during certain aspects of our lovemaking.....here and there......ashamed of it afterwards, but very aroused and without a soul to confess to. The morning my son Aaron went off to day camp for the month of August, Beth brought the subject up again. I was fixing the cushions on the couch and she had come down from reading (her morning ritual). "So......about what we talked about....." she said nervously. I couldn't tell if she was terrified I'd say yes or terrified I'd say no. What a horrible thought! "Well," I smiled. "Would you think horribly of me if I said I had thought about it?" I asked. "No.....not at all.....I uh.....when I asked.....I didn't think.....well.....since then....." "I don't know how I feel," I decided to save her the embarrassment. "Truth is.....I am curious.....and I never thought about what you suggested as anything more than ridiculous.... but....being totally honest.....there's a dirty part of me that uh...." "Me too," she confessed. "Are you still as horny as last week?" She nodded. "God, Betty... so am I. Shit..." The two of us stood there digesting this uncomfortable mutual admission. Silence. "Maybe..." I started to say ,thinking best I stop my mouth from even saying maybe... "Maybe what..." "Maybe we can.....start slow.....uh.....GOD!" I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed," Beth said. "I'm fine with that......" "I.....uh....." trying to be mature and in control. "I'll need you to sort of.....you know..." "No problem.....I mean.....I'm the one who's done it. I understand" . Uncomfortable silence again. "So......" I asked, not sure what or when this was supposed to happen. "So..." she smiled. "Why don't you sit here.....on the back of the couch?" she asked. She meant now? .....oh GOD!! Was I ready for this.....ready to break at least two taboos? My fear was flavoured with the sexual tension and anticipation of the last few months....since she had first confessed her "experimentation" to me. I hesitantly rounded the couch and sat up on the back of it, my dusty jeans and tight white t-shirt suddenly feeling conspicuous......were they sexy.....were they a turn off? Beth stood in front of me, in a deliciously tight pair of Levis cut offs, and a T-Shirt with no bra. Her nipples were showing. Did I turn her on? "Well...close your eyes.....that'll make it easier for both of us I think." GOOD IDEA. As soon as I closed my eyes half of my discomfort was gone.....but then it opened up a new sense of.....sexuality. I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Tell me when you get freaked out....." "You too," I said nervously. Her finger extended from her hand, and went round my neck, giving me shivers... ..she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the neck..... Oh, God! Her finger strolled down slowly, very slowly to my chest.....over my right breast to the nipple. MY GOD!....I tried not to react.....but I couldn't help it.....it was incredibly sexual.....and I was so unbelievably aroused. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned slightly.....softly This must have been an encouragement because her palm suddenly opened over my whole right breast and I gasped.....feeling the warmth of her hand through my T-shirt. She massaged my flesh. "GOD Beth this is really turning me on....." I confessed nervously. "Me too," she said in an airy voice. I wanted to say....let's stop....I thought she might say it...but she didn't. Her other hand was now cupping my left breast and together her hands started circling my heaving breasts as my breathing got deeper and more excited. The experience of being touched by another woman blended with the fact that my daughter was the woman.....was......overwhelming..... beyond reality! Her hands left my breasts and travelled over my torso and sides pulling my shirt from my jeans around the waist. "Is this too far?" Beth asked in a whisper, nibbling my ear. Of course it was too far.....too far way back at.....can you sit here..... Her hands, without hesitation, pulled my shirt up over my breasts. Her hands reached around my back. I could feel her breasts against mine as her fingers unfastened my bra clasp. This was suddenly moving much faster! MY breasts felt the release from confines. The bra dropped to the floor and Beth's hand cupped my right breast. Her warm mouth covered the nipple and my eyes opened as I cooed. "GOD! Betty.....I'm.....God....I feel like I'm about to...." I was trembling. My pussy must have been soaked. She stopped and massaged my breast with her hands rubbing the nipples skilfully between her fingers. "Me too. Take it easy... there's more," she panted. Then she was right back......mouthing my right breast as she explored the other with her hand, then switching as I watched her.....panting.... "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....Beth can I say I'm enjoying this....."