Author; Ace, Storyace

Title; Black Susan

codes; M/F M/F/F young/old interrac. voy.

Summery; A young African girl comes to the U.S. to go to college, sponsored by a retired American man.

Of course, it's expected she fucks him, and she does, after a while.

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Black Susan, by Ace, 1999

At age 65, I retired, ending a 45 year obsession with work.

I had always thought that this would be the time when I should try again to form some kind of romantic relationship, and I took up reading the personal advertisements.

Nothing much came of this, as no one I was interested in seemed to have interest in a short, balding, slightly overweight 65 year old man.

Then I noticed Susan's add;   beautiful 19 year old Christian girl, in Uganda,

                                                     Has won 1/2 athletic scholarship to a

                                                     Boston University, seeks a man to sponsor

                                                     Her in America, who is able to cover the

                                                     Remainder of tuition and other expenses

My own 19 year old African sex slave was an idea that stirred my lions, so I answered this add.

8 months later [I'll skip the boring details, but H.I.V. was tested for], and I was waiting for her at the airport. I recognized her from her photo as she emerged from customs and immigration, and felt quite a thrill as our eyes met for the first time. As she came up to me, easily carrying her one suitcase and a smaller carry on bag, I noticed that she was about an inch taller than I. This added to the already considerable awkwardness of the situation.

She dropped her bags, and threw her arms around me in a big hug, and in the deep but still feminine voice I knew from the one time we'd managed to connect on the phone, told me how happy she was to meet me at last.

She was wearing a long, heavy ethnic looking dress, a wide belt that demonstrated the narrowness of her hips, open flat shoes, and a lot of cheap, heavy bracelets and necklaces. I knew that she was a city girl, so I suspected that the particular Africanness of her dress was for my benefit. Her jet black hair was in many small plaits, with beads pushed over some of them.

Her beautiful dark almond eyes were as big as soup plates at everything that she saw around her as we went through to the parking garage, and she was delighted by my late model American car.

Her skin was really black, like coal, and the contrast with her white teeth when she smiled made her smile even brighter.

She had the wide nose that kind of spread across her face that I'd always found unattractive in Negro women, but hey, the girl was 46 years younger than myself, I wasn't going to split hairs.

At my house, she was thrilled with everything except the sleeping arrangements.

She stared at my double bed, and said; 'No, this is not right! You are an old man, I am a young girl. I don't want to share your bed!'

'But that's the deal, Susan, I will take care of you while you're here. You can only stay in this country as long as I sponsor you. I pay your tuition. This,' I waved meaningfully at the bed, 'Is what you must do for me'.

She became quite sullen, but seemed to be going along with it. She must have known these things.

 She had jet lag, and hadn't slept much in the excitement before traveling, so she had a hot bath, and slept. I gave her some space, but I couldn't wait to have her. I'd never been attracted to a black woman before, but this situation had my hormones flowing at a rate that they hadn't done in many years.

I made dinner for us both, and we watched some TV. she was slightly more friendly, but still distant. It was time for bed, I told her, as though it meant nothing special.

'You go ahead, I come after' she waved towards the bedroom.

'No,' I ordered, 'you'll come now!'

She obeyed me, but her eyes wouldn't meet mine. Or maybe it was mine that wouldn't meet hers.

I leaned back against the desk in the bedroom and told her to take off her cloths. Slowly, she complied.

She had an amazing physique. Long and lean, with the muscular thighs and round ass of the runner that she was.

Her complexion was a smooth, even, almost black, like dark chocolate.

Her breasts were two firm, low, cones, the wide bases of which easily supported the small amount of protrusion, only a few inches.

She had a lot of pubic hair, but her strong young legs were naturally smooth. 

Whatever this costs, I thought, it's a bargain.

'Lie on the bed', I ordered her, and undressed as she did so.

'Now, lie down on your front'

I sat down next to her, and ran my fingers across her wide shoulders, down her long spine, and across her narrow hips.

She was silent and still.

I massaged her back, neck, and shoulders, enjoying the feeling of the firm muscles I found. Her skin was as soft as a baby's bottom.

I found that a little surprising, she was so big, so black, so strong. She could probably crush me like a grape, but she was under my control! I could do what I wanted! She was, for now at least, mine.

Briefly, I allowed my fingers to trace over that amazing behind, then, resisting letting them go where they really wanted to, I moved down to her thighs, calves, and feet.

I noticed that her feet were very rough, I'd have to do something about that.

I pulled a blanket over her excellent form, and giving her a little pat on the behind, I undressed and got into the other side of the bed, and touched her no more that night.

Susan was in a great mood the next morning, and that was nearly enough to repay me for resisting my lust the night before. We had breakfast of eggs + toast, and we looked through her luggage together.

'We're going to have to do some serious shopping, Susan'

She was elated.

I took her to some boutiques in the city, ones that I'd spotted and noted during the preceding months. She enjoyed modeling all the outfits for me that the giggling sales girls recommended, almost as much as I enjoyed having them modeled. I bought most of them for her. Then I bought her some serious track gear and shoes. Then we went and got the type of boots that I really wanted to see her in, 4-inch heels and laces to the knee. She was thrilled with her new look, after the salesman and I assured her that the boots would wear in.

How people stared at us, walking down the street hand in hand, Susan's nose at the height of the top of my head, beautiful, young, black.

I, old, ugly, and short!

She lay in the bath, as I sat on a stool in a robe and pedicured her feet. She didn't seem so bothered about being naked in front of me now.

I manicured her nails, and when I was through, started making love to her hand. She cooed and giggled as I kissed, bit, and sucked her fingers. She had lovely hands.

I cooked, and called her into the kitchen for dinner. She was wearing the white terrycloth robe we'd bought for her that afternoon, and the contrast between it's whiteness and her blackness took my breath away.

After I'd cleared away the plates, I went around the back of her chair. I pulled her plaits away from her face, and stroked her throat, her face, her lips. I rolled her earlobes between my thumbs and forefingers; I gently lifted up her chin.

I stepped to one side, bent down, and kissed her thick lips ever so lightly. There was no response from her for a couple of seconds, then she opened her mouth, lifted her head slightly, and took my lower lip between her teeth.

I took her hand in mine, and led her to the bedroom. I installed her on the bed on her back, and crawling between her legs, proceeded to lick her clitoris. I found this very stimulating, and I like to think Susan did as well.

When I finally came forward and entered her with my penis, she was well lubricated. For me, at least, it was ecstasy, she was young and tight, her skin taught. In this position, my eyes were about level with her throat, and I kissed her there as I pleasured myself with her strong black body.

After I came, I pulled out and lay next to her. She cuddled me and stroked my chubby belly with her fingers. I was disappointed that I hadn't been able to make her come as well. I guess that would have been asking too much.

Susan had a full schedule between school and athletics. I did the shopping, housework, and most of the cooking, and we fell into some kind of domestic routine. Susan was completely naive about the ways of the modern world, but she was clever, and was learning fast.

I treated her like a queen, and like a whore as well.

After her training sessions or meets, I'd massage her tired muscles, I'd scrub her down in the bath, fix her hair [we had it straitened].

I started shaving her pubic hair regularly. She would sit obligingly on the edge of the tub, legs at full spread, while I lathered her up and oh so carefully scraped her smooth. She said she liked it that way, although I'd had to really insist the first time.

I loved the taste of her juices, and she also seemed to enjoy it when I went down on her, but after several weeks together, I was yet to bring her to orgasm. 

I brought home some fashion magazines for black women, and we shopped often for cloths, shoes, and accessories for her. She had some fashion sense, and now was always looking like a page from one of those magazines.

We both enjoyed these excursions; it turned me on to dress her. When at home, she'd wear one of the negligee's I'd bought her, and if she was just sitting at the computer or studying like that, I could happily spend my time watching her.

She didn't mind having sex with me after the first time, I don't think. She had affection for me, and allowed me my pleasure. After some light pressure, she even started to give me head on occasion.

Susan lay face down on the bed, naked. She cried and moaned as I massaged her aches and pains away, the way I always wished she would cry with passion when we were having sex.

I finished her back, and moved to her buttocks. It always made my old member feel young again to do this. I was using massage oil, and pushing my lubricated fingers into her firm black flesh while sliding them the length of her muscles. I allowed my right thumb into the crack of her ass, and slid it over her anus. Then I started gently probing her there with my forefinger. She giggled, and spread her long legs to give me more access. Encouraged, I pushed my oiled finger inside, up to the first joint, and twisted it back and forth a little.

She pushed her ass up a bit, spreading herself farther. I started to fuck her greased ass with my finger.

I kicked off my slippers, and unbuckled my belt and removed my pants with my left hand. She looked back at me, her big dark almond eyes wide.

Keeping my right forefinger inside her, I got between her legs, behind her on my knees. I pulled my finger out, greased my shaft, and, spreading her round cheeks with my thumbs, slowly started to push myself inside.  A small 'eek' escaped her as I penetrated her there.

The power of her sphincter muscle on my cock felt amazing, it really could grip.

'How does this feel?' I asked her

'It tickles' she replied.

I grabbed the knobs of her hipbones with both hands, and really let myself go, pulling her to me with each thrust.

I reached around her thigh with my left hand, and rubbed her pussy. It was wet, and I pushed two fingers in. maybe this time.....

Finally, acknowledging that she wasn't going to come, I allowed myself to have my lonely orgasm.

There came a weekend when my princess had no training or completions to attend, and after a drive in the countryside in the afternoon, I decided to take her out to a dance club.

She was quite excited, and I chose a sexy outfit for her.

White kinky boots that laced to the knee, some bare black thigh, then a matching white leather mini skirt, a wide belt to accentuate her marvelous hips, bare black belly, white blouse, knotted below her breasts, allowing a view that ended just above the nipples. No bra.

The bouncer looked confused. 'You two are together?' 'That's right' slipping him a ten.

Susan was a natural on the floor, twisting and gyrating to the beat. I kept up with her for about ten minutes, then my old legs had had enough.

It seemed to me that every one in the place was desiring Susan and envying me.

There were tables around and above the dance floor, where the music wasn't too loud to have conversations between people with strong voices and sensitive hearing. I sat to watch the show.

Whenever a man would seem to be dancing with her, Susan would look up at me, and when she saw that I was smiling, she would go on.

A woman started to dance with my Susan now, and the two of them were really getting going, too.

She was a short, wide woman, not fat looking, but with wide hips and shoulders. Large breasts, short very blond hair. Maybe too blond.

She was wearing an ankle length skirt, slit to the hip. Ankle high bootlets.

 It was too dim in there to try to judge her age from where I was, but she was clearly a handsome woman.

One would start a new movement, and then the other would copy. They were often inches apart, shaking their breasts at each other, grinning.

Of course, every eye was now on the two of them.

Susan came up the stairs to my table, the blond in tow. Susan's blouse was drenched in sweat, plastered to her, and her black breasts and nipples were showing through the thin white material. I wanted her to look sexy, but I hadn't foreseen this... I stood, and put her jacket over her shoulders as the ladies sat down. We all introduced ourselves; the new woman's name was Nancy. 'So,' Nancy said, 'you two are...'

'He is my man' said Susan, taking my hand and grinning.

'Kinky' said Nancy.

I brought us all drinks and we talked for a while. Then I asked Nancy if she'd like to come home with us.

She laughed, 'Thanks, but I don't think so. How about another dance, though?'

She and Susan hit the floor again, pulling and turning each other on occasion, and I noticed that in the breaks between songs, Nancy would give Susan a hug, holding her just a little longer each time, her white hands on Susan's black bare lower back clearly visible.

After one such hug, Nancy gave Susan a kiss on the mouth, then went and sat down at a table with some other women.

 I caught Susan's eye, and inquiringly gestured if she was ready to leave.

She was excited, sexually excited. That was clear before we were even in the taxi.

Once in the cab, I put my right arm around her shoulders and kissed her, allowing my other hand to roam around. My fingers behind her smooth neck, my tongue entered her mouth, my left fingers her panties. Her legs spread to give me access, and as I started to masturbate her, she wrapped her arms around me.

Throwing a bill to the driver, we practically ran inside, tearing off our cloths, we threw ourselves onto the bed like a pair of teenagers, instead of one teenager and a senior citizen. I went down on her briefly, licking her delicious black smoothness, before entering her. For the first time, I thought there was real passion in her; she wrapped her long powerful legs around my hips, her young black feet were on my old white ass.

Her hands grabbed at my shoulder blades as I plunged in and out of her, and I knew that this time she would be mine at last.

When she came, she squeezed me so hard that I thought I was going to break, and cried out so loud that I was afraid that the neighbors would hear. I was ecstatic, and came as well.

It was clear to me that Susan was gay. It was the close dancing with Nancy at that club that had got her so worked up.

I was a little depressed about it. I wasn't planning to spend my life with her, but I would have liked to be able to satisfy her while she was going to be living with me.

I decided to call in some help. Jackie was a good looking dike in her forties, someone I used to work with on occasion, a friend that I could trust.

I told her the whole story on the phone.

'So, when can I meet this wonderful African of yours?'

'You and Joanne could come to dinner tonight'

'I'll be there. I'm not with Joanne anymore, we split up a couple of months ago'

Jackie was looking sharp in blue slacks, and a matching padded jacket over a white cotton blouse. Rather high high heels indicated that she'd been paying attention when I'd mentioned Susan's height. She wore big round glasses with thin gold frames that made her blue eyes appear even larger than they were. Her auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing a pretty, feminine face. 

Susan wore flat open shoes, displaying green painted toenails that matched her fingernails as well as her light cocktail dress. The gold chain around her neck contrasted beautifully with her dark skin.

Jackie took both of Susan's hands in hers, and smiling into those dark eyes, said 'you're even more beautiful than he told me'.

Jackie flirted lightly with Susan as Susan served us our meal.

As we finished, Jackie said to Susan; 'So, do I get to see you in that negligee I heard about?'

'Go put on the white nighty' I told Susan. 'Then come and show us'

Susan was looking a little confused, but she went to the bedroom to obey.

Jackie and I moved to the living room and sat on opposite ends of the couch.

Susan entered the living room, dressed in nothing but the very skimpy white negligee. I heard Jackie draw in her breath.

'Put your arms over your head, and turn around slowly' I commanded.

Jackie stood and moved closer to Susan as my order was obeyed. She caressed Susan's bare black shoulder with a white finger.

Susan stood still now, as Jackie put her hands on Susan's slim hips, and slowly moved closer, until their breasts touched, their noses inches apart, looking each other in the eyes. Then Jackie, moving her hands up to Susan's skimpily clad shoulder blades, gently kissed her on the lips.

I felt myself start to become aroused as Susan began to respond, putting her bare arms around the older white woman.

Jackie pulled away for a moment, to untie the tape at the front of the negligee. She slipped it off Susan's shoulders and it dropped to the floor, leaving Susan totally naked while Jackie hadn't removed anything of her own except her glasses.

'Sit on the couch' Jackie suggested, and when Susan had done so, Jackie sat on her lap. Strait backed, Jackie striped herself from the waist up, revealing large white breasts that hung rather low. I was amazed at this behavior, the only sexuality I'd ever known of Jackie was when we would both admire some pretty female passer by. She was more like a buddy of mine than anything else.

I moved to a chair opposite to have a better view. Susan looked at me excitedly as the ladies fondled each other's breasts, hugged and kissed....

Susan had been whispering in Jackie's ear, and Jackie turned to me and said, 'go on, pull it out and give it air! We all know you're a dirty old man!'

I striped from the waist down, and sat my bare ass back down on the chair. The leather on my behind felt erotic as I played with myself and watched them.

Jackie stood, and taking Susan by the hand, said 'Lets go to the bedroom'

Susan looked over to me for approval, and I nodded my consent.

They went into the bedroom, Jackie still in her slacks and heels, hand in hand with Susan, who was completely nude. I sat in he chair, not sure if I was welcome in there or not. I had just about decided to go on in, when Jackie stuck out her head; 'I think Susan would be happier if you were in here with us'.

Susan looked up at me as I entered, and smiled brightly. She was on the bed on her back, holding her knees up with her hands, so that she was completely open. Jackie was on her belly, naked, hands and face near Susan's crotch, and she was pushing something in and out of Susan's vagina while giving it some tongue for good measure.

I sat on a corner of the bed, and played with myself as I watched.

Susan moaned and came, holding Jackie by her curly auburn hair, looking at me.

Jackie moved up to the head of the bed and lay on her back next to Susan. Her ass was a little on the heavy side, and she was pretty hairy in the groin, but I found her an attractive woman. Her skin was an even, smooth white, and she had nice legs. The contrast between the two women's colors was fabulous.

Jackie removed what was revealed as a vibrator from Susan [she must have brought it with her], and inserted it into herself. Then she put Susan's hand on it, and put her own hands on Susan's shoulder and hip, she tilted her head back in pleasure, eyes closed.

I lay back so my head was at Susan's ass, and reached over her. I removed her hand from the vibrator and took over. I found this somehow very stimulating, doing my friend Jackie without her knowing that it was a man at her crack.

Susan swung a leg over me, and there was no mistaking what she wanted. I started to lick her sweetness, keeping my hand busy with Jackie.

I looked up and saw that Susan had both her hands holding Jackie's head while they kissed. What a sight! Jackie must therefore know who is below... so I decided to go another step, and I lifted myself over Susan's leg, and in between Jackie's, and started to tongue my dike friend.

I ran my free left hand around and in Susan's snatch as I worked Jackie with the vibrator and my tongue.

Jackie grabbed my head and squeezed me between her legs as she came. I looked up to see that she had her other arm tightly around Susan.

Susan was grinning and holding her new lover.

I thought it must be my turn now, so I sat up, and opening Susan's knees, slid between them. I removed my shirt while Susan fondled me, and then she guided me into her. I fucked her hard; Happy that I'd been working out lately, and the muscles in my torso could deliver.

Susan looked from me to Jackie, as her breathing started to increase, and I knew that for the second time since we had lived together, I was going to bring her to orgasm. I kept up a steady rhythm as she came, crying out and squeezing Jackie's hand with her left one, her right firmly on my ass. The ferocity of her orgasm heartened me, and I carried on, and she came twice more in the next five minutes.

I was getting worn out by then, and had decided to bring my own fire up and have my well earned reward, when Jackie asked; 'Wow, is there any of that left for me?'

'Why Jackie, I didn't know you went in for this sort of thing'

She pulled me over onto her naked whiteness, into the valley of her open legs, as she replied; 'You don't know everything'

It was exhilarating, entering my old friend and colleague, who, while old enough to be Susan's mother, was still young enough to be my daughter. A warm tingling feeling of sexual excitement washed over me as she ran her hands lightly across my back, her breasts against mine, my penis inside her, so wet and warm.

I started pumping in and out of her, with long steady strokes.

She whispered in my ear; 'you mustn't come in me, baby. Just don't come in me...'

I enjoyed having a woman 20 years my junior call me 'baby', and I sped up a little.

Jackie's eyebrows knitted together as her face flushed red, and she came hard, squeezing me to herself with surprising strength.

I was barely able to hold back at this point, and I had to stop my motion. I could feel my rod pulsing inside her.

Jackie rolled us so that I was on my back with her on top, and then lifted herself off of me. She griped my sticky length firmly in her hand, and said to Susan; 'this is for you...where would you like it?'

Susan grinned her bright young grin, those strait pearly teeth gleaming in her handsome black face. She took me in her own hand, then brought her mouth to the job. She looked into my old eyes with her big dark young ones, as she opened her mouth wide, and brought it down over my ecstatic member.

Jackie lay herself down next to Susan, her face inches from my crotch 'you've got to suck it right down, Susan... here, let me show you'

Susan gave me to Jackie, and I was deep throated for the first time in my sixty five years. Jackie's swallowing on me was driving me to the brink, when she pulled up, and gave me back to my African princess.

After a few tries, Susan was getting it, and then Jackie burrowed down, and took my balls into her mouth. What can I say? It was indescribable. Susan's throat was gripping my penis while my balls were drowning in the hospitality of Jackie's warm mouth. I came harder than I'd had in four decades while looking into the eyes of my nineteen year old darling.

Later, over coffee, Jackie told me 'she's not gay. A bit Bi, that's for sure, but not gay. Susan is an exhibitionist. She needs someone to be watching to get off.'

Epilogue;

'Real live sex' said the sign over the door. The bouncer smiled at the old man and let him enter.

The old man took a seat in the half lit lounge.

Loud music started playing as a stunning statuesque black woman strutted out onto the stage. She twisted and gyrated as she slowly, tantalizingly removed her cloths. As she removed her G-string, she revealed a hairless groin, framed by muscular thighs. She took a vibrator from a side table, and inserted it into her vagina as she sank to her spread knees on the center of the stage, arching her back and pushing her pelvis forward to present the audience with the best possible view, while still keeping her eyes on the crowd. She shifted her gaze from one to the next of her onlookers, about 25 men and 2 women, looking lustily into each pair of eyes. If the orgasm they witnessed was faked, then the performer must be a great actress.

The statuesque Negro woman removed the vibrator, stood, and exchanged it for a wireless microphone. She walked, naked, her black skin shining in the dim light, down the three steps and into the lounge. She approached two men at a table. 'What's your name?' she asked one of them, holding the mike out.

'Tim', he replied

'Are you enjoying the show, Tim?' she was standing inches from him, his face was at her flat belly.

'Very much'

She laughed, and taking his chin in her hand, bent and kissed him on his mouth, while he put his hands on her narrow hips.

She strode over to another table, a middle aged couple. 'Are you two having fun?' she asked, holding the mike to the woman

'Oh yes!' she replied, in an English accent, 'We both think you're lovely'

'And would it be fine with you if I sat on your man's lap?'

The woman giggled, 'All right'

The stripper sat down on the man's lap, sideways, one arm around his shoulders, her fingers were visible stroking his neck, while her other held the mike.

She said to the other woman, 'Is he allowed to fondle my breasts?'

'It's alright with me' said the woman

The performer looked around the room triumphantly as the man ran his white hands over her perfectly formed orange sized black breasts.

She then arched her back and lay across the small table, miraculously landing between the glasses that were on it. She reached her hand out behind her head and hooked the middle aged woman behind her neck. The man, no longer able to reach the breasts, stroked the black woman's belly as his date bent down to kiss the performer, who gave the kiss some time before sat up, then stood, and brushed her finger tips across the man's face as she stepped behind him and up to the old man.

'And what about you, old man? Does a girl like me make you horny?'

'Sweetheart, a girl like you makes every man horny'

She laughed, a sweet, genuine laugh, and stepped over his lap. Taking his balding gray head in her free hand, she pulled it to her breast.

The crowd could see his hands on her tight round behind as she asked him; 'would you like to come on stage with me old man?'

'I'd love to' he replied, without hesitation.

She took him by the hand as he stood, and led him up the steps and onto the stage.

She positioned them so they were side on to the crowd, put the mike into a mike stand, and kissed him passionately, her hands on his head and the small of his back, while his roamed over her black nakedness.

She tuned him so that he was facing the audience, and stepped behind him.  Her arms reached around in front, and unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, and removed his half erect cock.

'Perhaps I'm not enough woman for you, old man.... does this old engine still run?'

'I'm sixty nine years old, woman! Give me a little time!'

She took a chair that had been the back of the stage, and placed it in the front. She put one long, muscled leg up on it, her weight on the other, so that she was open and exposed to everyone. 'Would you like to lick my cunt, old man?' she asked, stroking herself lightly with the fingers of one hand as she leaned her other elbow on her raised knee.

He got on his knees, and buried his old head in her excellent groin. She stroked his balding head with her free hand and moaned and shook as he tongued her.

She sat him on the chair, side to the audience again, and sitting at his feet, removed his shoes, then his trousers and underwear. He was a comical sight, in his shirt and socks, old cock and wrinkly balls hanging in public. The beautiful black woman stood, and bent at the hips to a ninety degree angle, her knees strait. Clutching the old cock in her hand, she lowered her mouth over it. Her long strait shining black hair cascaded over the old man's bare knees, and every few seconds she'd lift her head to make eye contact with one or another of the audience.

She stood upright, and facing front, put one pretty black foot on the chair again, between his legs, to her right side, so she was spread as wide as possible to the audience again. 'Do you want to fuck me, old man?' she asked, looking first at him, and then grinning to her admirers below.

She stood still, with her hands on her hips, as he stood, turned, and held his erect old 7 inch penis to her entrance. Everyone was able to see as he pushed himself inside her.

He fucked her standing until she came, screaming, her head thrown back, her long black arms around his white neck. Then she sat him in the chair, looking towards the lounge, and screwed him while facing the crowd, so they could all see the old white cock in her young black body. She played with her clit while she rode him, and came again, crying for the crowd, shaking her long black hair all over the old man.

She lay down on the edge of the stage on her back, one long black leg hanging over so that all would be able to see as he lay on top of her and put his hardon back inside her. Her hands flitted lightly over his head, his back, and his skinny old ass as he pumped her to yet another orgasm. Then he pulled out and stood up, his strait rod bobbing and pulsing. She sat up quickly, and took him in her mouth as he started to come. Then she took it from her mouth, and holding it in her fist, held her lips open in front of it so all could see him ejaculate into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked his shrinking dick down her throat for the finally.

'Do you think she really just picked a random guy from the audience?' the old man heard someone say on the way out.

'Naw, it was way too smooth. Also, she did it with him with out a condom. I wonder if he her pays for it'

The old man stopped himself from telling the man... Susan is my wife, the mother of our children, and a P.H.D. candidate. You slob.

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