2 comments/ 103785 views/ 1 favorites Susan's Plaything Ch. 01 By: redlaw Special thanks to ldycassiopea for some talented editing. I wrote this in the vein of some of my favorite stories on this site. I encourage feedback. This is my first story post though, so be gentle! --------------------------------- I was finally on my own! The summer after I graduated from high school, my cousin, Dave, had invited me up to Northern Virginia to hang out at his house before I headed out to college. I was thrilled to be on my own at 18. The opportunity to hang out with my hotshot lawyer-cousin outside of Washington, DC, was too good to pass up. My parents were cool with it--as long as I helped Dave around the house. It was beyond me as to why he’d even bought a house to begin with. He was never home except on weekends, but he said the investment alone was worth it. I didn’t care about anything except the fact that his place was within walking distance from the cool shops and bars of the neighborhood, as well as half a mile from the Metro, which would take me into Washington. Dave took a week off from his law firm when I got there in June. We spent the week touring the highlights of D.C. during the day and exploring the nightlife (or at least to the extent that my fake ID would let me) after dark. I had never been to such a thriving city before, and was thrilled with all the history and power that exuded from the place. I admit it; I was a little bit of a nerd. I had only dated one girl in high school, and that was more of an intense friendship than a real boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. The most that we had ever "done" was kissed, but I was too shy to push for anything more. I was perpetually the "good friend" that all my female companions could confide in but no one really thought of in a sexual light. This didn’t really help my self-esteem when it came to women, and made me very self-conscious if I ever acted in a way that bordered on flirting. It always felt like I wasn't being earnest when I flirted. That, however, did nothing to quench the hormones that burned inside of me. I had discovered the wonders of pornography, though, at the end of middle school. Since I resigned myself to not being able to get "the real thing" anytime soon, my mind and the few glimpses of the beauty and eroticism of the nude female body in friends' magazines were the food for my fantasies. After a week soaking up the culture of D.C. and suffering through the sweltering heat of the beginning summer, Dave got a call from work. As soon as he hung up, he told me he was going to have to head up to New York for about a week for some negotiations, but that if I had no problem hanging out on my own I was welcome to stay there until he got back. I was thrilled to be able to stay, and thanked him for not insisting I head back to my parents. My only concern was that I really didn't know anyone in the area, so I'd have to learn the place on my own. "Dude, you will have a blast I'm sure, but no parties in my pad, okay?" Dave laughed. "And beware of Susan, too!" "What do you mean?" I asked. I had never heard him mention any women in the area except for his few friends, and among them I didn’t remember meeting a Susan. Dave was one of those "married to the job" kind of guys, without much of a personal life. I'd bet that it would not be a huge gamble to say that Dave's social life was pretty meager as it was, so hearing him mention a woman's name perked my ears up. "She's that woman you've seen in the mornings coming back from running usually when we're heading out. How could you miss her? . She's cool as hell, I must say, but she always seems, well, just a little “forward” for my taste." Dave told me that Susan had moved in next door to him shortly after he’d moved in a couple of years ago. She was a 35 year-old doctor who worked in the District, had never been married, and threw crazy parties. Dave told me that she was hot, but he'd never even tried to hit on her. Plus, since she was about seven years older than he was and his thing was younger ladies, she just didn't seem his type. I remembered seeing her a couple of mornings ago. She may have been twice my age, but you could definitely tell that she was a runner. She had brown hair and dark eyes, and her legs were tight like a model’s. I remembered she’d run in only a black jog bra and black short-tights. Her hair had been bundled back into a ponytail that bounced as she ran. Yeah, she was hot by my standards too, but in the untouchable, movie star way. "Since I'll be gone, and she has a crazy on-call schedule, I'm sure she'd love to see more of the monuments with you. Don't be scared, man, she's cool." I laughed. I wasn't scared, just a bit unsure. It was not that I had a problem meeting new people, but older women always held a fascination to me. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'd pass up a babe of my own age for one, but since I was more the thinker-type, I really appreciated a more mature and intellectual woman. Maybe that's why I never really seemed right with all the girls my own age. I had been looking forward to just doing my own thing, but hanging out with a friend of Dave's might be cool too. "Yeah, no problem," I said. "Invite her over to dinner if you want. I don't want to just knock on her door like an idiot and say 'Uh, hi, my cousin told me you were cool.'" Dave laughed at me. "Okay Mr. Bravery. If she's free I'm sure she'll come by. She is easy to talk to." Dave got hold of Susan and invited her over to dinner that night. I set the table while Dave cooked. I heard the doorbell ring. "Dude, you wanna get that or would you rather her stand in the sauna outside?" Dave shouted from the kitchen. I strutted to the door and opened it to find Susan, just as gorgeous as she’d looked on the couple of mornings I had seen her run by. She was wearing sandals, white shorts, and a light green tanktop with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was tan all over, with bright red-painted toenails and a firm body I had only seen on the soccer-girls and cheerleaders from my high school. The only way I would have been able to tell that she was over 30 was from the slight laugh wrinkles around her eyes. She was smiling, and looking at me expectantly with her big green eyes. "Uh, can I come in?" She laughed. Shit, I had been looking her up and down with my jaw hanging open like a fool! I opened the screen and stammered out, "I'm so sorry, I… well… I'm Andy, the idiot!" Save the situation with some humor, I thought. She stepped in and laughed, shaking my hand. "And I'm Susan, glad to meet you. Dave told me that he had to skip out of town to kill his karma as a legal marauder for the week. So you are stuck here, bored, and with the nation's capital before you. I guess I've been recruited as your new guide." I smiled, glad she was not fazed with my immaturity at the door. "Well, if you are free, I have nothing better to do. I guess I'm in your hands." I shrugged and smiled. "Now wouldn't that be nice?" she purred, then laughed as my face reddened. "Did I embarrass you? Chill out Andy, and go tell your cousin that he better have cooked for an army because I am famished." Suffice it to say dinner was amazing and the conversation was great, just as Dave had said. Though Susan was in her 30s, she seemed as smart, hip, and fun as the coolest college gal. I found myself even flirting with her, which coming from me was rare as hell. The night ended with Dave thanking Susan for coming by. We both walked her to the door. "Andy, I'll knock about 9a.m. if that's cool," she said. "I have most of the week off, so wherever you want to go, I'm up for it." "Sounds good to me," I said. "I'm an earlier riser anyhow." Susan smiled and headed out. Dave closed the door behind her, then spun around and slugged me in the arm. He surprised me, and I asked him what that was for. He laughed out, "Lay off the flirts with my neighbor, man! Look who is Romeo now, Mr. 'I'm heading to college so all of a sudden I have a pair of balls on me!’" Yeah, Dave knew I was a bit of a shy one around girls. But he was right, something about Susan drew out the flirt in me. I told him to “lay off”, and that I was heading to bed. He told me that by the time I got up he probably would have headed to the airport, so he threw me his key. I headed to the guestroom, but I couldn’t get Susan out of my head. All I could see was her sexy legs, her eyes, her smile, her red lips, and her cute round tits pushing up under her tanktop. I lay in bed for over an hour, trying to get to sleep. Finally I gave up, grabbed a tissue, and slid off my boxers. I closed my eyes and imagined what Susan would be like naked, sliding my hand over the shaft of my cock. I came in no time, but I knew that I would finally get some rest after relieving that pressure. I may have only kissed my ex while I was in high school, but I sure knew how to rub one out for myself. And nothing after that night would get the thought of Susan out of my head but jacking off. Just the vision of her at the door was enough to make me cum like a fireman in no time at all. I wiped my spendings from my belly button and stomach with the tissue. Finally relaxed, I hid the tissue under the bed, rolled over, and fell asleep. The next morning I awoke blinking in the sunlight coming through the window. God that's bright, I thought. Shit! I jumped up with a glance to the clock: 8:45. I’d overslept. I jumped into the shower like lightning. I was so focused on washing up, that I didn’t hear the front door opening. I was franticly washing my hair when I heard a woman's voice on the other side of the shower curtain say, "I know that summer in D.C. is steamy, but you sure have a hell of a sauna going in here!" I jumped in the shower, almost slipping and falling through the curtain. "Susan? Holy shit you scared the hell out of me!" I shouted. Susan laughed, and I heard her closing the door to the bathroom. "Don't let me rush you--sorry to barge in! I just couldn't help it! Can't a girl try to get a look at a cute piece of ass now and then?" I heard her laughing outside the bathroom. I rushed through my shower (glad that Susan had left the guestroom while I changed) and threw on some shorts and a T-shirt. I combed my hair, walked out to the den, and found Susan sitting on the sofa drinking a bottle of water. She was wearing a black halter-top with thin shoulder straps, her hair up in the same ponytail, with white shorts and the same sandals as last night. Damn, she looked sexy! I feared what she might see in my shorts, so I scurried to Dave's kitchen to grab a quick bite of fruit for breakfast. "I'm sorry to startle you baby. Dave probably didn't tell you that I had a key. I watch his place when he heads out on business trips, just as he watches mine when I have time for a vacation." I told her that it was no problem (trying to act as nonchalant as I could, waiting for my erection to die down) and ate an apple. To get my mind off of her body, I asked her a bit about herself (besides what I had already learned over dinner). She told me that she was a doctor in the city, and that she had bought a house in Arlington like my brother for the investment. She told me that her friends were still party animals, but she had slowed down in the last several years. She had never been married because of her work, and she found that she had more fun alone anyhow. She teased me a bit about being the stud heading to college and all. I reddened quickly again. No stud, really, I told her. I told her about my ex, how we had really just been good friends, and that she had wanted to break up when school ended so that we both could enjoy college with no obligations. I told her about my life, my dreams of going to college and studying biology. I told her that I was a history buff, too, and that my cousin Dave and I had been like brothers when he lived down in my hometown--that was why Dave had let me come up, to explore the wonders of D.C. before heading to college. "Well, you may be a self-proclaimed nerd, but you are my nerd now! You certainly don't look like a nerd!" I reddened again and thanked her. She laughed, saying, "Well, we are wasting a sweaty, hot day of touring DC, young man! Let's hop to it!" We had a blast, walking the trails of Rock Creek Park and exploring Georgetown. I actually had more fun talking with Susan than immersing myself in the stuff we saw. I felt like I was flirting like a horny teenager! Not that I wasn't a horny teenager, but flirting was not usually my thing. Besides, this woman was twice my age! She seemed to have a great time as well, though, so I just relaxed and had fun. After a dinner of pizza in Georgetown, we walked across the bridge back into Arlington and headed back to Susan's neighborhood. Once at Dave's house, we headed inside. Susan asked if she could use the bathroom, so I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. I enjoyed the air conditioning in the house, cooling down after a long day of walking. Susan finally returned, so I turned off the TV and we chatted some more. I finally told her that I felt all sweaty from being out all day, and really needed to shower if she didn't mind. She said that she also was feeling pretty sweaty, and said that she was going to head next door to shower as well. "You are not going to bed though, are you?" she asked. I told her not if she wanted to come back, I wouldn't. She said that she'd take a quick shower then, and return so that I could tell her more about college. I raced to the shower as she headed home, hoping to be all-clean before she returned. I felt like a kid on a date, and I felt ashamed as hell about it. Why was I so damn flirty? I washed quickly in cold water, hoping to keep down my hard dick that I swear kept popping up when I thought about watching Susan's hips sway as we walked, or her breasts bounce as we crossed the bridge. I was driving myself nuts! I finished my shower and threw on some shorts and a clean shirt. I turned on some music, and got some water from the fridge. Susan knocked, so I told her to come in. She walked in, and I felt the same slack jaw that I had done when I first saw her. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and obviously no bra, because when she stepped into the air-conditioning of the house, her nipples pushed hard into the fabric. I quickly regained my cool, and asked her if she wanted any water. "I'm good," she said, "just come over here to the couch and sit with me." She patted the cushion on the sofa, and I walked over like a slow puppy dog. I couldn't help but feel shaky as I walked by her, trying to look at her tan face and beautiful green eyes, rather than gawk at her nipples poking through her shirt. I sat down on the other end of the couch. "Why do you look so nervous, Andy?" Susan asked. "You look guilty. What did you do?" I laughed and said that I was just tired from all the walking. "Well, I give the best foot rubs in the state if you want," she said. I said that I was fine, but she insisted, until she finally reached over, grabbed one foot, and yanked it into her lap. "You are acting all shy now, after being so talkative and flirty all day!" she smiled. "You can't be falling asleep, are you?" I shook my head no, and asked her about her work. Honestly, I wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying, while she was kneading the arch, the ball, and the heel of my foot like a pro. I felt myself relax slowly as she worked out my tension in her hands. She squeezed my foot with both hands, running her thumbs along the sole of my foot, up and down. As she pressed out the knots I had gained with a full day of walking, I relaxed into a haze of calm. As her fingers worked their magic on my foot, I felt a swelling between my legs. She was turning me on! I tried to ignore it, but it was no use. I realized that she had asked me something as I refocused on our conversation. She stared at me expectantly, rubbing my foot. Something she had said took me by surprise, but I was sure I had not heard her right. "I'm sorry, say that again?" I whispered. "I asked if you were heading to college as an experienced man," she said again, grinning. "What do you mean?" I asked, hoping that I really did know what she meant. "I mean, have you been with a woman yet?" she asked, smiling at me and pulling my foot that she had been rubbing into her crotch as she moved her hands now up my calf. I could feel the warmth between her legs with my foot, but all I could do was stare in her eyes like a deer in headlights. "Um, uh… I've, like, kissed a lot," I stammered out. She laughed, still sliding her hands slowly up to my thigh now, her fingers trailing along my leg. My skin felt super-sensitive, and my heart was beating so loud I swear that you could have heard it outside. "You have been flirting with me all day, and now you clam up on me like you are nervous," she said. "It is not like I can't tell you that you seem a tad…"hard-up"… in those shorts." I jumped a bit as I realized that in my relaxation, I had left myself open on the couch like a slob. My obvious erection tented my shorts like a new mountain range. I shifted to sit up, but Susan hushed me by leaning up and bringing a finger to her lips. "Stay there," she said. "I know you are not as innocent as you would like me to believe. I saw the way you looked at me last night, and I have noticed that all day you have opened up to me like a man on a date more than some cocky kid heading to college." I nodded my head. "I do think that you are very pretty," I said. "Pretty? You are the sweet one, aren't you." She brushed her forearm against my erection through my shorts as she leaned up, "accidentally" I was sure. Why would such a sexy woman be interested in nerdy me? She cooed as she glanced down at what she had rubbed up against, then grinned as she looked into my eyes again. She let her hand fall back down to my shorts, tracing a line with her fingernail along the fabric covering the ridge of my now throbbing cock. "Don’t you want me to continue rubbing your sore feet and legs?" She pushed me back down on the sofa with her hand, and moved back to rubbing my calves with her hands. I felt the heat rush to my erection, making it swell even more. I was uncomfortable as hell, and sure that she could see it. I shifted a bit, trying to roll a bit to de-emphasize the swelling at my crotch. I know that she must have noticed the purpose behind my movements, but she continued her massage on my sore legs. "You may be getting all shy, now but at least you can nod, right?" I laughed and said yeah. "So have you fucked a girl, Andy?" I reddened, and shook my head no. Susan smiled, rubbing my legs. "Not even a blow job?" Nope, I said, I didn't have that type of relationship with my ex. "Well you have missed out," she whispered. "See, I may think that your cousin Dave is a hunk, but what I see before me now is a blank slate of a man who needs to learn what all this flirting is for, right?" I swear that I was shaking like a leaf, but I nodded quickly. "Have you ever wanted to fuck a girl, Andy? Not like making love to a girlfriend, I mean just raw pleasure… just a good, wet fucking." She purred like a cat as she kept rubbing my feet. "You have to do as I say, though, but I think that you will enjoy learning the kind of thing that will make you really love college." Susan released my legs, and before I could move, she yanked her shirt up and over her head, exposing the nicest tits I had seen since watching HBO a couple of days before. Her nipples were dark red, almost brown on her tanned chest. They jutted out from her small but full breasts, drawing my eyes to them like a magnet. She watched me stare at her like a kid in a candy store. How the hell did she have no tan lines? Her aureoles were wrinkled, forcing her nipples into hard nubs, like tiny rosebuds. She slid her hands under her breasts as she stood up from the couch, sensuously rolling her hips like a dancer would. Susan's Plaything Ch. 01 "You like what you see, right?" I nodded quickly, afraid to move; afraid that this was a dream and I would wake up to find it all gone. She cupped each breast, pushing them up, then pulling her hands away so they fell, bouncing on her chest. She had smaller breasts than any model, but that was great in my book because they hardly sagged a bit. She gasped, staring deep into my eyes, as her left hand circled her left nipple. She tugged hard so it stretched out then released it again. I just sat there awestruck. "Dave told you I was a bit of a party animal, but I am also an animal in another way too. But you must do what I say, right?" I licked my lips, and nodded my head quickly. "A man such as you can do a lot for me, but I am feeling a bit generous tonight. Maybe I should give you a taste of what your girlfriend missed out on." She kept sliding her hands sensuously along her body, obviously getting into the groove of what she was saying. Here I was, stretched out like a dummy on the couch, with the sexiest woman I had ever seen transforming in to a goddess before my eyes. I was in heaven! She slid her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, sliding them slowly down over her hips. I noticed as she slid them down that she was wearing a white thong. The front of the thong hugged her so tight I could see the dark triangle of her pussy hair through the fabric, the dark curls texturing the fabric. I could swear that the front looked a bit damp, but with the lighting I couldn't be sure. I felt like I was dampening my shorts as well, and glanced down to see a small wet spot where the head of by dick pressed against the fabric of my shorts. I had never been turned on enough to actually experience for myself what I had read about precum, but Susan had me so turned on that I knew anything was possible. After stepping out of her shorts, she kicked them up at me with her pretty feet. She brought the foot down softly on one of my knees, the shorts landing squarely in my face. I tossed them aside, then gazed up at her. She was running a hand along the inner thigh of her outstretched leg, with her other hand tweaking her nipple again. She kept pulling it taught as she stared into my eyes, hypnotizing me like a cobra would its prey. "You do masturbate, don't you Andy?" I nodded, reddening again. "Yes, I bet you masturbate a lot, rubbing your cock to magazines and movies. But you have ever done that with a woman? Well, that is a treat then. I will show you something much better than a quick jerk off. But perhaps, you don't want to?" "No, no, I do!" I stammered. "So show me a bit of what you do," Susan said, removing her foot from my knee and standing before me, hand on her hips. "Take that shirt off, stand up, and follow me," she ordered, and strode slowly to my bedroom. I quickly tore my shirt from me, waddling like a duck with my erection tight against me thanks to my shorts and underwear. She turned on the lamp by the bed, turned, and told me to stand in front of her so she could see me better. "You will stand perfectly still and do as I say, right?" She ran her hands up and down my chest, rubbing with her palms flat. "I'm going to see how you stroke yourself before I show you what real pleasure is, okay Andy?" She flicked my nipples with her thumbs, and I shuddered trying to stand still. "Hold your hands behind your back until I say so." She moved one hand around to my shoulder, and suddenly plunged her other hand into by underwear and shorts, grasping hard around my stiff cock. I swear I almost lost it right there. She squeezed hard, and I closed my eyes, trying not to explode. "You will not come until I say so, do you understand?" Susan whispered into my ear. I nodded, holding still until I relaxed a bit. She slowly released my cock, bringing her hand to my waistband. Susan moved her other hand from my shoulder and brought it to my waistband as well. "That cock needs to be touched, I can tell. But you must first show me how you have been treating it. I want you to stroke yourself like you do alone," Susan said in a hushed voice. She yanked my shorts and underwear down in one swift jerk, dropping them to my feet as my cock bounced out, now free from its cotton prison. Susan stepped back a step, then slowly dropped to her knees in front of me, staring at my bouncing cock. I’d had several erections before of course, but at that moment I felt like I had swelled bigger than I had ever before. She just studied my dick, looking at it, then watching to see my expression. She smiled, and said "Well, you seem to be taking instructions just fine, so lets see what is next. I'm going to ask you to take your right hand from behind your back and stroke your cock for me. Do it slow, but move it like you were touching yourself last night." I stared at her, realizing what she had said. "I know you masturbated last night, Andy. I found a Kleenex near the bed when I walked in on you in the shower. You really should hide things like that better in your cousin's house you know." I swallowed, and smiled shyly. "Now do what Susan says. Stroke that cock for me. Show me what you do as a man." I moved my hand from behind my back, and grasped my shaft. I felt larger definitely than last night. I had to be careful, or I knew I would cum before anything better than I had already even done happened. I grasped tight, just sliding the skin of my shaft up and down slowly, like I did when I had no lotion. I felt my cockhead expand as I squeezed; the blood pumping into it. Susan knelt before me, watching me pump away, moving her eyes to lock onto mine. "Look right at me when you do that," she said, licking her lips. "I can see the pleasure in your face. I can see from your eyes, that you are closer than you want to be. Now stop!" I stopped immediately. "Put your hand back, I see that you need to have a woman show you something. You masturbate like it's a race. Let me show you how temptation works." I stood still, watching her as she raised her hands from her knees to my legs. She ran her hands up and down my thighs, but didn't touch my cock or balls. Every so often, she would lift her hand like she was about to grasp me, but she would never touch. I was in agony--at a height that I had never felt before. "Just look at my eyes," Susan cooed. "That's right, it hurts, doesn't it. You want me to touch you, don't you? But that is not yours anymore, it is mine. I tell it when to cum." I just stared in her eyes like she told me, the veins standing out in my neck. She was tearing me up inside. I needed her to touch me! But she just kept running her hands around my thighs, up my chest, every so often flicking my nipple. "Are you ready now?" Susan whispered. I smiled, knowing that things were just going to get better. I stood naked before Susan, my dick standing straight out, my hips turned slightly forward. I clasped my hands behind me like I was in a military stance. As she knelt down before me, she ran the fingertips of both her hands along my thighs, across my stomach, and past my nipples. She seemed to be surveying my body, and her touches were so light that they shot sparks as they trailed along my skin. She ran her hands along my inner thighs, watching my dick bob as the blood rushed through it. "You need to promise me that you will listen to my voice," she said firmly and huskily. "I won't steer you wrong, and I do want you to give your cum to me. If you do it on my terms, I swear it will be worth it, baby. You need to feel what true release is. You need to feel the cum rolling in your balls; the feeling of it as it rises through your cock and the pleasure as you release it to me. But you will not be giving it to me, I will be taking it from you. I will draw your seed out of you. Do you understand?" "I want you to make me cum," I said. "Don't say anything else," Susan said. "Just relax, and focus yourself on my touch. Feel my fingers and breath." With that, she leaned forward, her eyes still on mine. She opened her wet lips, and smiled at me. Susan caught the shiny, throbbing, purple head of my cock between her lips as I pushed it forward. With one hand, she reached up fondled my testicles, pulling them away from my body and rolling them around with her thumb and fingers. With her other hand, she reached around behind me, feeling the taught muscles of my ass, tight as I held my cock still in her mouth. She held me there, not letting me pull back, as she moistened the head of my cock with her slick lips. I groaned loudly, feeling just her wet lips on my cockhead. She pulled her head away slowly letting a strand of spittle link her bottom lip with the slit at the tip of my cock. Just before the strand broke, she flicked her tongue out and ran it along my slit and collecting the little precum that had collected there. Without releasing my butt or my balls, she looked up into my eyes and smiled. "I want you to give me your cum," she said, staring dead into my half-closed eyes. "I want you to relax and feel the cum building in your balls. I want you to feel it build until you can't take it anymore, until you feel the tightness you've felt when you touched yourself. I'm going to draw your seed out of you and take it in my mouth. I'm going to taste your essence and swallow it. You want me to take it." I nodded my head vigorously, shaking a little from anticipation. If she had not been tugging on my balls and rolling them around, they would have been tight up against me right then. "You need to stay standing for me, regardless of how hard it gets, alright?" she said. She removed her hand from my ass and licked it, coating her palm with saliva. Starting at my cockhead, she smeared the spit on my cock slowly down to my pubic hair. I felt the wetness cool on the burning skin of my shaft. She then traced a single finger around the rim of the head of my cock, making me twitch and shut my eyes. As she did this, Susan kept rolling my balls around, refusing to let them pull tight against me. She held her mouth tantalizingly close to my dick so that I could feel her hot breath, but she just kept running her finger up around the head. I felt the head swell even tighter than before. She than ran her finger and thumb down either side of my shaft slowly, feeling my pulse as the blood in my cock pumped with my heartbeat. After reaching the base of my shaft, she formed a ring with her finger and thumb, tightening them as she pumped back up. I groaned again, and watched more precum bubble to the tip of my slit. Susan flicked out her tongue, capturing my wetness, and spread it around my glans. I couldn't help but thrust against her tongue as she did this, but as soon I did she held still, shifting her eyes from my cock to my face. She withdrew her tongue and told me, "Stay still. I know you want to pump along with me, but you can do that later. I am going to draw the cum out of you. I am going to tease this cock until it shoots it’s cum all by itself. You do want me to continue, right?" I groaned and nodded again. "Relax and focus your attention on my fingers. Feel me kneading your balls. Focus on the tingling in your hot cock. Listen to my voice. Stay still, and your balls will let you know when you truly can take no more." She put her tongue out again and circled my glans with it. Her hand kept up its assault on my balls, as her finger and thumb went back to lightly tracing the veins of my cock. She traced the tip of her finger along the ridges and contour of my cock, feeling my circumcision scar, gliding along her saliva as she went. Susan stopped licking my cockhead, and merely stared at it, concentrating. Her intent eyes turned me on, and I felt huge in front of her. Each time she drew her fingers back up my shaft, I had to fight thrusting forward. I noticed that she had stopped rolling my balls, but now cupped them as they hugged tight up under me. My cock and balls felt fused together, my dick pointed forward and my hard testicles in her palm. The fingers on her other hand merely kept up the same steady tracing on my cock, driving me insane. I wanted her to hold my shaft tight and pump me hard, but she didn't. She kept running her finger and thumb up and down, up and down along my shaft, watching my precum collect with each upstroke. I was shaking visibly now, and I could feel the middle finger of her hand that cupped my balls pushing on the soft spot between my balls and asshole. I opened my mouth and groaned, rolling my head back. "I can feel how close you are," she whispered. "I am holding you in my hands, and you are mine. I am going to take you now. Relax and let go, baby. Give me your cum. Give it to me. Release it. I want you cum for me." With that she placed her tongue on the soft part under my cockhead, holding it steady as she kept running her fingers up and down my shaft. I gasped at the feeling of her wet tongue. I felt my stomach twitch suddenly, and I felt a tightness in my balls. I couldn't help but to thrust forward again, hard at her face. I felt the cum rising in my balls, rushing up my shaft. Susan surprised me by suddenly engulfing my cockhead with her lips, as her tongue flicked the underside of my glans. She sucked her cheeks in at the same time I felt the cum rushing out of my shaft. I let out a load, throaty shout as I felt my cum explode out of my cock. I shut my eyes as fireworks went off behind my eyelids. I felt her push her palm into my balls, squeezing as I came, which caused me to thrust forward even harder. She seemed to be pulling the semen out of me with the suction of her mouth and lips, drawing out my tension, me energy, my soul. With her other hand she held onto my ass, holding me to her as I pumped and pumped my life-fluid into her lips. I could just barely hear her moan as the cum shot out of my cock. I felt her swallowing hard, drawing my seed from deep within my balls. With the ripping of each burst of white cream up my shaft I shouted out. After her mouth drew the fourth rope of cum out of me, I felt myself relax. The pumping feeling from my balls lessened, but still throbbed in tandem with my heartbeat. Susan must have felt this and been ready, because suddenly she slid the finger she had been pushing against the soft spot behind my balls, right into my tight asshole. I opened my eyes wide with surprise as I felt her push it in, and then felt a sharp flame deep inside me. I thrust forward hard again, following the guiding push of her finger, as I felt another shot of cum shoot up my shaft and out of the head of my cock onto her waiting tongue. I felt what could only be a second orgasm tightening inside me--sending the same throb of rushing semen deep into her throat. I forgot where I was as my ears rang, and all I could feel was the heat and convulsion deep inside me as Susan's remarkable mouth drank in my seed, seemingly pulling ropes of cum from my body. After the third shot or so of this second orgasm, I felt her pull her finger from my ass and squeeze again at my balls. I fought to stay on my feet, twitching as I felt her mouth slurp at my cockhead, draining the fluids from my penis. I realized that she was moaning as she sucked, and felt the vibrations as I twitched in her hands and mouth. I opened my eyes after again squeezing them shut, and watched as she released my softening dick from her mouth. My dick hung in front of her face, full but limp, shining with her saliva. She grinned up at me, a strand of cum dripping down the corner of her mouth. She wiped her mouth with one hand, her other still cupping my balls, seemingly centering me on the earth. I leaned back and collapsed on the bed, panting like I had just run the longest race of my life. I felt like she had just drawn all the energy out of my body. Susan smiled and raised herself from her knees, standing before me. "I assume that was better than your hand?" she asked wryly, grinning at me. I smiled and laughed at her, "Definitely yes!" "Good. Now move up the bed." I scooted back until my back was at the wall. My limp penis lay on my thigh, still glistening from its bath of Susan's saliva mixed with my cum. Susan stood at the end of the bed, holding on to her breasts. "It is your turn to show me if you can handle giving as well as you can receiving." To be continued… ----------------------------------- Susan's Plaything Ch. 02 The following is a continuation of Susan's Plaything, Chapter 1. I would recommend that you read it first to learn about the characters, or else this chapter will just seem like mindless sex with no foreplay. Thank you to all those who sent me feedback on the first chapter. I have incorporated some suggestions into Andy's story in this chapter, and plan to use more as it builds. Once again, I encourage more feedback, but please, as always, be gentle! ------------ Susan crawled up onto the foot of the bed, her small breasts dangling from her chest, accentuating her hard nipples pointing down to the bed. She kept her eyes locked onto mine, like a cat slinking towards its prey. Though I had just cum moments ago, I felt myself growing again at the sight of this gorgeous older woman writhing so seductively before me. I scooted myself up, sitting naked with my back against the headboard. She crawled up between my legs, staring into my eyes, her face right before mine. I leaned forward just enough to connect our lips. It was the most erotic kiss I had ever had. I felt her soft lips with my own before slowly sliding my tongue into her mouth, caressing her own tongue as gently and slowly as her mouth had done to my cock minutes before. I would have kept us locked in that kiss if she had not pulled away. "Well, you sure kiss like a tried and true lover. But, let's really make you into one," she whispered with a sly grin. "Lay on your side at the foot of the bed. It's my turn to play." As I turned to my side and moved to lie at the foot of the bed, she took my place with her back on the headboard and her knees drawn up, feet planted in front of her. I drank in the sight of her displayed so openly before me. Her taught nipples seemed to tighten even more as she moved her knees apart enough to show the damp patch on her panties between her legs. As I watched, she put the middle finger of either hand on the top of each foot, and traced a line along her skin very slowly up her feet, her shins, and her knees, then sloping down the inside of her thighs. As she neared the silk fabric covering the heated apex between her legs, she moved her feet apart even wider. She closed her eyes for a split second as she shuddered from her own touch. She stopped her fingers right before touching her panties, and instead spread all of her fingers along her smooth inner thighs, running her whole hand on either side back up to her knees. Her eyes had been half closed as she did this, but she reopened them fully with flared nostrils as she told me to do to her what she had just done. I placed the fingertips of my left hand on the top of her right foot and the fingertips of my right hand on top of her left. Starting at the tips of her toes, I traced my fingertips softly along the top of her foot to her ankles. Slowly, I drew them along the inside of her calves to her knees. I slid my fingers to the soft spot under her knees, then slowly along the outside of her thighs. Once I got to her hips, I traced my fingers across the front of her panties, carefully avoiding the ever-growing wet stop in the center, and moved then back along the inside of her thighs to her knees. As I made this last move, I watched her muscular thighs shudder involuntarily. Though I had been watching my hands move along her skin, I glanced up to her face and saw that she was watching my every move. Staring into her eyes, I moved my fingertips very slowly along the inside of her thighs from her knees and closer her silk covered pussy. Instead of stopping at her panty line, I tickled my fingers along the edge of her panties, where her skin flared red from arousal. She moaned and pushed her hips slightly up from the bed. When she did this, I slid my fingers under the fabric of her panties from either side, feeling the soft, downy hair of her pussy mound moist with damp wetness. Suddenly, she hooked her thumbs under the band at the top of her panties, and pushed them down as she pulled her knees towards her chin, kicking them off with her feet. I moved back, sitting on my knees, and stared at her now unveiled femininity as she put her feet back down on either side of me. Soft and dark curls in the shape of a triangle covered the top of her pussy, while the outer lips on either side of her slit were swollen and full with arousal. Her outer lips were deep red compared to the tan of her legs and hips, and I could see the moist line of her inner lips sticking out slightly from the puffy labia on either side. Sexiest to me was that with her legs apart, the base of her slit was slightly open, and was shiny wet with leaked moisture from her pussy. A musky yet intoxicating odor came from her pussy and met my nose, and I swear I became even harder than I already was. "Andy, I want you to only touch my pussy with your hands. Explore it, learn it." She stared at my face with heavy-lidded eyes, running her fingers and palms flat along her legs to the top of her firm belly. I moved the fingers of my right hand along her outer lips, feeling how soft they were. I ran my index finger along the entrance of her slit, from the top to the bottom, feeling the slick fluid coat the pad of my finger. Dying to feel the heat and wetness inside, I nonetheless controlled myself, and continued running my index finger and middle finger along her slit, up and down, until they coated the rest of her pussy with her seeping fluids. Every so often, I'd push lightly on the top of her aroused lips, watching her buck her hips up as I did. Finally, with agonizing slowness, I ran my fingers again to the wet base of her slit, and slowly pushed them in. I watched in awe as her inner lips spread apart to accept my fingers. I slid them into a tight, hot tunnel, feeling the sides coated with the liquid that I had by now spread around the outside of her pussy. As I had pushed them in as far as I could, Susan reached down and held my wrist tight against her mound, pushing my wrist against the top of her pussy slit and moving it in a slow circle. "Push your fingertips up until you press against the front of the inside of pussy. Yesssss…keep the pressure there," she whispered. I did as she asked, and felt a small patch on the upper wall inside cunt, about the size of one of my fingertips. As I pushed on it, she cried out and tightened the grip on my wrist. I watched her close her eyes tight as she threw back her head and gasped the word "yes". I felt the tunnel of her pussy tighten in repetitive squeezes on my fingers as her hips shook. I couldn't withdraw my hand because of her tight grip, so I kept pushing my wrist into her clit and pressing my index finger on the patch inside her pussy. Slowly, she stopped twitching, and relaxed her grip on my wrist. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Damn, you found my G-spot on a first try. Don't get proud though, the only reason I came so quick was that I had already gotten pretty hot from holding your cock in my mouth." So that was a G-spot! I grinned and mentally chalking a new experience up in my brain, but I wanted to do more. I withdrew my fingers from deep inside her and watched her twitch as I did. She never moved her eyes from mine though, and kept a slight smile on her lips. As I removed my fingers, she moved one of her hands down to her pussy and spread her inner lips apart, showing the deep inner pink with two of her fingers. I was entranced as she brazenly opened herself before me. She ran her fingers along her slit, gathering more liquid onto her fingertips. Susan then spread her juices over the little nub sticking out of her lips on the top of her slit, moved her fingers in circles. Her nipples tightened noticeably as she circled her clit, and she purred softly with the movement of her hand. "This is my clit, Andy. It is a little sensitive right now, so I do not want your fingers on me. However, I do want to do one more thing before we get to some real fucking. Is that a good idea, d'you think?" I nodded vigorously, smiling. She kept up her fingers in a lazy circle on her pussy and watched me with her heavy eyes. "Good. I want you to lie down, and do just like you did with your fingers, but this time use your tongue. Don’t focus too much on my clit though. Taste all of me. If you can help me come again, you'll like your reward." I scooted down the bed, and placed my head along her thighs. I kissed the inside of her right thigh, then trailed my tongue along her left thigh. As I moved my face closer, I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt. I moved my face directly over her pussy, and kissed it right on the center of her slit. I then stuck out my tongue flat, and dragged it from the base to the top of her slit, licking her pussy juices. I was shocked to find that they did not taste bad, but instead were sweet. I drank her juices in, lapping at her aroused pussy like a thirsty dog. Her taste was intoxicating, and I was amazed at how much love fluid she was producing. As I licked along the edges of her pussy, along the top, and under her slit, I spread her juices around. I felt it coating my chin and lips. I kept licking up her slit in long strokes. I would every so often tickle the tip of my tongue on along her puffy outer lips, hearing her moan as I did so. As I continued licking the outside of her pussy, I felt her move both hands to the top of my head, slightly pushing my head into her with each lick. I could hear her sighing as the followed the movements of my tongue. She whispered to me, urging my oral exploration of the center of her pleasure. "Yes. Oh yes. Lick that pussy. Yeah, lick it. Mmmmm, lick that wet pussy," she sighed over and over. "Fuck, that is good. Fuck me with your tongue, Andy, push it in me!" I starting pushing the tip of my tongue harder along her slit as I licked, feeling it enter and run along the inside of her labia. Each time it hit the top of her slit and brushed against her clit, she thrust her hips into my face. I stuck my tongue as deeply as I could inside her, running the tip of my nose in circles around her clit as I thrust it in. The more I did this, the harder her hands pushed on my head. I ran my tongue back up her slit to her clit, flicking it with my tongue as I had read about in advice columns in the various Penthouse magazines I had hidden in my room back home. This had exactly the effect I had hoped, as Susan grasped my hair and held her breath, releasing it in short sighs. She tightened her thighs along my head, holding me in place. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my ears, as I kept flicking her clit. Who knew that I could get turned on so much by the pleasure I was giving her? A realized I had been thrusting my hips into the bed at the tempo of my licks, relieving the pressure building in my cock as I focused on her wet, hot pussy at my mouth. I grasped her ass from behind her with my hands, holding her thrusting hips in place as I ran the length of my tongue along her clit. Wanting to shift my assault on her moist pussy, I placed my lips around the tip of her slit and softly sucked as I ran my tongue along her dripping inner labia. She screamed as I did this, thrusting back against my moving tongue. I released her clit from my lips and returned to flicking it up and down with the tip of my tongue. I worked it, alternating with running the tip of my tongue in quick circles around her hard clit. Suddenly, I felt a soft spray of liquid hit my chin, and Susan let out a huge moan, quaking her hips. I pressed the flat of my tongue hard on her clit, and she pushed the back of my head tightly against her pussy, moaning continuously. I didn't move, and instead waited for her shakes to subside. Slowly she relaxed her grip on my head and quieted her moans to a soft whimper. I lifted myself up from the bed, wiping the back of my hand across my now soaked cheeks and chin. I was proud in a way to have made her come so hard as she had done to me earlier that night. I leaned back kneeling before her open legs, my hard cock jutting upwards from between my legs. Susan opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Are you sure that you have not practiced that at all?" she asked. "No, but I'm one hell of an avid reader," I responded smiling. She moved her hands to my hard cock, lazily running her fingers up and down the shaft. "Well, you must have quite a library then to have done that well with no practice. I should bring you to parties!" she laughed. Part of me wondered if what she said was less of an expression and more meaning exactly what it sounded like. As she kept up the motion on my cock, she lowered a hand to my balls, kneading them and rolling them inside my scrotum. "I want this cock inside me, Andy. Do you think you can do that? I want this hard dick to make my thighs quiver like your tongue just did. Give it to me. I want you to shoot your cum inside me. I want to feel you pull out of me, spent and complete. Don't you want to come inside me? Don't you want my pussy to milk your cock like I did with my mouth? Come here." I was so turned on by her words that I felt huge in her hands. I felt like she was holding on to my entire body through my cock. I crawled up between her legs (a bit awkwardly, honestly). My cock hung down, pointing up achingly towards her warm and slippery nether lips. I leaned back a bit to touch myself, but Susan shushed me and whispered that she would guide me. I felt the heat of her pussy near my cock as I waited for her hands, almost hovering over her. She again reached between us with both hands, one cradling my scrotum while the other's fingers ran over the head of my dick. I closed my eyes to the sensation, feeling her pulling me closer to her. With my eyes closed, all I could feel was the humidity and warmth around my cock. I suddenly felt the wet and warm softness of her pussy's folds of skin rubbing the head of my cock. Susan shifter her grip from the head of my dick to its base, guiding me inside her as if I were merely a living person attached to a dildo. The slippery and steamy feelings of her pussy engulfed the head of my dick. I moaned loudly with the pleasure of it all, and felt her stop pulling me inside her. "Open your eyes. I want to see your expression when you enter a woman for the first time," she said. I opened my eyes and locked them on hers, but I cannot honestly say that I was seeing anything. I felt her hand tug on my cock, urging me deeper. Suddenly, she removed her hands from between us and placed them both on my ass, lifting her legs at the same time and placing her heels at my butt. With steady pressure, she pulled me into her. I collapsed on top of her as I felt my straining cock enter the warmest, slickest, tunnel I had ever felt in my life. Her hard nipples rubbed on my chest, as I pinched one with my fingers. The sensation between my legs made completely forget about how I had enjoyed her mouth earlier that evening. Her hands and heels pulled me in until I could go no further. Instead of allowing me to withdraw, her hands held me there as she watched my face. I felt one of her hands reach further behind me and massage my balls around, causing my cock to jump inside of her. Susan moaned in satisfaction, and moved both of her hands to my hips, guiding me to slowly withdraw from her slick tunnel. I lowered by head to watch as I withdrew my cock from her. It glistened with her juices, spreading her lips apart as her inner pussy lips still attempted to grasp along the shaft. I was enthralled with the slick frothiness of her juices she left along the skin of my cock. I couldn't wait to watch myself drive deeply back inside her. I watched as Susan pulled on my hips, urging me to thrust slowly into her again. My cock disappeared inside her, sliding through her outer pussy lips as I sank deeper and deeper inside her. I saw her engorged clit rubbing along the top of my cock as well, and grinned knowing that I had to be exciting her as much as I was myself. Susan whispered into my ear "Yessss, watch my pussy hold onto your cock. Watch my lips slide along you as you thrust in and pull out. Uhhh…." I felt her hands and feet pulling and pushing at my ass at an increasing rhythm. I tried to keep my pace slow and steady, but the tightening was beginning in my balls again, and with each agonizing slide out of that hot pussy, all I wanted to do was bury myself in again deeply. In and out I slid, in and out, watching her pussy swallow my shining cock with each eager thrust. Wet sounds accompanied our thrusts as I withdrew and thrust in again. We both watched Susan's copious pussy juice froth around the heat of our connection, moistening the soft hair of her engorged and reddened pussy lips and clumping up in the hair around the base of my cock. Susan's words had been lost to high-pitched sighs and groans as she increased our tempo even more. I closed my eyes as I lost myself in the intense pleasure of thrusting inside her. I focused only on her sounds as I flexed my ass, driving myself repeatedly into her hot hole. Suddenly her hands grasped my ass cheeks hard and held me deep inside her as she squealed loudly. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock like a tightening hand, milking my shaft. The sensation was too much, as I felt my balls tighten beneath me. Time felt like it had slowed to a craw as I felt the cum travel up the shaft of my cock to the taught, purple dickhead buried as deeply inside her cunt as I could go. As she screamed out her orgasm, I felt sprays of her pussy juice coating my pubic hair and balls. The first load of cum shot out of my cock and I grunted, collapsing down to hold onto her hips with both hands, thrusting as deep as I could get inside of this hot lover. It was as if I could feel the pressure of my cum travel from my balls, up my shaft, through her slick and tight lips, and out of my engorged cockhead. Shot after shot of my cum emptied into her as I held her hips in a deathgrip until my balls felt sore with the effort of releasing so much of my seed. I felt the last stream of cum travel out of my shaft as I let out one last groan, dropping my sweaty head to her chest. I lazily took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and ran my tongue around it as she shuddered beneath me. I felt her grip on my ass loosen, and she moved her hands to my head to lazily run her fingers through my hair. I laid there on her, enjoying the feeling of still being inside her, as we caught our breath. "Andy? You alive?" I heard her whisper. I pushed myself up on my arms, looked at her face and just smiled. "Oh my God, is it always like that?" I asked. I looked behind me, gazing at how her legs were still locked around mine. "Not always, to be honest," she said. "But if you always try to make it like that, you will definitely make one hell of a name for yourself." She smiled up at me, laughing hard. I could feel her insides squeeze my softening cock as she chuckled, causing me to jump at the feeling. I leaned back and looked down as I slowly withdrew my softening cock from her now completely liquid covered pussy. As I withdrew, Susan quickly rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. I could do nothing other than lie on my back on the bed and absorb what had just happened. I shut my eyes and listened to her movements in the bathroom. I heard the door open again, then a cool wetness on my softened cock as she used a washcloth to wipe our fluids off of my balls and dick. "I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did, Andy." Susan mused as she cleaned between my legs. I nodded, and laughed, "How could I not?" "Well, you have definitely opened the door to something new for yourself." She finished wiping me down, and lowered her head to kiss the shaft of the soft dick resting on my thigh. "I'd love to stay and show you some more, but I actually have to be up at a decent time tomorrow morning to run to the airport to pick up some friends. You don't mind, do you?" Susan's Plaything Ch. 02 I told her no, and asked if I could stop by tomorrow. "Oh I think that would definitely be a good idea, Andy. A very good idea for you indeed. Why don't you try to come over at about 4. My friends and I should be back by then. We can leave them to relax and go grab an early dinner." "Oh, um, they won't care? I don't want to intrude, I mean, get in the way if you are having company." I said, realizing that maybe Susan was hinting that tonight was only a one-time thing. Susan laughed as she went back into the living room to grab her clothes. She shouted out to me "Andy, have I steered you wrong yet?" No, I thought. Knowing Susan, trusting her seemed to be a very wise thing indeed.