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The Susan Chronicles: Part One
A True Erotic Story
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to
do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature,
LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please
abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the
content codes for this story.
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in
my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental
and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult
sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow
or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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This is my first attempt at writing, so please let me know if I should
continue or scrap this story. All comments are welcome.
My name is Mike. I was a software consultant of very good means and
thirty eight years old when this story took place. I am writing this
story, partly, out of revenge (she dumped me when the hi-tech market
crashed back in 2001), and partly because I need the money, but mostly
because I still get hard thinking about our sexual adventures and want
to re-live that deliciously erotic period of my life.
Susan was a beautiful, simple, young blonde girl in her twenties and she
utilized her college degree as a social worker. I would not call her
dumb, but a bit on the naive and in-experienced side. Susan was
shielded from the world by a very dominate mother who insisted that she
did things HER way, and the mother kept her under her thumb through
financial "gifts" that would be removed if Susan would not comply with
her wishes. Although I did not know it at the time (and I'm not sure
that she did either), this is where I come into the story. I was
Susan's way out, to escape from her mother.
We first met at a college dive that featured loud bands and sporting
events on small televisions hanging from the ceiling. I hated the
bands, but, I enjoyed watching the game and the young girls dancing.
They were too young for me, but it was a fun way to watch the game and
get out of the apartment once in a while. While watching the game,
Susan came over with cigarette in hand and asked me for a light. I lit
her butt without hardly noticing her. Being an "ass" man, however, I
instinctively watched as she walked away. She had a long thick mane of
curly golden hair that swayed to the small of her back, she wore a
sweater tied around her waist (a common practice of young girls at that
time) that covered her perfect (I found out later) behind. A short
time later, she reappeared and asked me if I wanted to dance. I
apologized and told her, like a damn fool, that I had recently had back
surgery and couldn't twist or gyrate (this was true). She left and went
back to her table where she and her friend proceeded to laugh so hard
that they fell out of their chairs. I felt so embarrassed that I put on
my coat, took a leak and prepared to leave when Susan's friend came over
and asked me if I wanted to come over and sit at their table. Susan
admitted they were laughing about my "gyrate" comment and wanted to buy
me a drink as compensation for being the butt of their jokes. I agreed
and we talked as best you can with a band playing, and by the end Susan
gave me her phone number.
I called her the next day for a date and she told me she wanted to go
bowling. Bowling? Bowling was not my idea of a hot date. I agreed,
but felt this was NOT going to be a fun or sexy date. How wrong I was!
I should have known, being an aficionado of the female posterior, that
bowling would provide over an hour of her bending over to throw the
ball! I was not disappointed. We had a great time (especially me),
when we finished the string I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie
over at my place. I assured her that I had nothing but good (bad)
intentions. She thought about it for a few moments and agreed.
Now you have to understand, I was recently divorced and had just moved
into this new apartment. I had very little furniture except a large,
newly purchased, overstuffed couch and a TV in the living room and a
king sized bed in the bedroom. I used one laundry basket for dirty
clothes and two others for clean ones, everything else hung in the
closet. For dishes I had two sets of everything (two plates, two
glasses, two bowls, et.). What more does a single guy need?
When I let Susan into the apartment, it was about 10 PM. I poured us a
couple of drinks and plugged a movie into the VCR and we sat down on the
couch to watch "Star Wars" for the ten billionth time. After a while I
started complaining about my back aching (it really was) and laid down
on the carpeted floor. She said that wasn't fair that I was down there
on the floor while she had the comfort of the couch, so she said I
should lay on the couch and she should sit on the floor. We switched
places and, smiling, I said, "if you promise to be a good girl and not
molest me, you can lay up here beside me". I expected her to reject the
offer, but to my surprise, she sheepishly agreed.
Well, as you can imagine, it didn't take long for me to start kissing
her lavender scented neck as she laid on her side against me with her
cute little butt nuzzled into my lap. Before I knew it she had turned
around and crushed her lips into mine. I was careful not to get too
fresh while we kissed for the first time, but I did investigate the
curves of her small perky breasts through her shirt and tickled that
perfect blue jeaned ass behind by dragging my finger nails around in a
slow circular pattern. She responded nicely by moaning and tickling my
back in a similar manner. After a short while (AM), she said it was
getting late and her friend would be getting worried. I convinced her
to call her friend and stay the night. I offered to sleep on the couch,
but she said that if I minded my P's and Q's that I could sleep in the
bed with her. What man could resist (or honor) such an offer? I
couldn't believe my luck! Unfortunately, she was true to her word. She
stripped to her underwear, but no further could I go. We kissed,
explored, tickled and did everything, but get off., all night long. By
morning, the "little general" was so swollen that six cold showers would
not cure the problem!
For two long, frustrating months we continued to sleep together (she
moved in after a month and a half) without ever making love. She
allowed me to put my hands inside her underwear, but I was not allowed
to touch her vagina or penetrate that lovely body in any way, nor would
she get me off. At thirty eight years old I had learned to be a patient
man, but that was ridiculous. Imagine, kissing and fondling a gorgeous
young blonde for for two straight months without having sex! She said
that giving in to sex too early had led to problems with past
relationships (that's her mother talking). It was, however, during a
weekend trip to the sea that things got interesting.
I ordered a motel room with a view of the ocean and a single king sized
bed on the fourth of July (I am always thinking and hoping). When we
got to the motel the place was packed, every parking space was full. We
went into the office to register and the proprietor handed me the keys
and said that we got the best two single beds in the place. SINGLE
BEDS? As it turned out, the owner of the motel knew Susan and figured
that she would be traveling with the woman she used to take care of as
a social worker and thought he was doing her a favor by switching the
beds from a king to two singles. The motel was full and there were no
more beds available. Well, you can imagine my reaction, after weeks of
fantasizing about making love to Susan on that king sized bed for the
first time. I had, what can only be described as, a hissy fit right
then and there. Susan finally calmed me down and we (I) spent another
frustrating night in separate beds. The next morning I got up and took
a shower and that, my friends, is a morning that I will never forget.
I was washing my hair in the shower when I heard the stall curtain
slowly and quietly being opened. I jokingly asked if she wanted
something, or was she just window shopping? She did not reply. I
turned around to face away from the shower head so that I could see her,
but my eyes were still closed and full of soap when, suddenly, "it"
happened. I became aware of something warm and moist engulf my flaccid
member, and it was definitely not hot water. I had two reactions to
this sensation; one, my soapy eyes flew open to the stinging suds, and
two, my cock jumped to attention in the blink of a soapy eye! I
quickly tilted my head backwards to the spray in order to clear my
bleary sight and when they could focus again I beheld the most beautiful
vision any man has ever dreamed of.. For the first time, I saw Susan,
completely naked! She was on her knees in the shower, eyes closed, with
my swelling cock protruding from her angelic lips. Now it was my turn
to close my eyes as her tongue played lovingly over the head of my
joyous member, generating such pleasure that I had to grab hold of the
top the stall to keep my balance. Like most men my age, I have had oral
sex before, but, I have never had a beautiful, slender, young blonde get
on her knees, as a totally submissive gesture and do it in such a loving
manner. This was much more than a blow job, much more. I would not,
could not, last! I warned her that I was about to come, but she
continued by sucking deeply, slowly, and without mercy. With each
forward stroke of her right hand she took most of my throbbing meat
into her hot, wet mouth while gently squeezing my testicles with her
left. As if this were not enough for any mortal man to bare, she began
a light humming sound within her throat, producing a vibrating
sensation! This was all way too much. I placed a hand firmly on her
shoulder, and thrusting my pelvis forward, I urged her on. My testicles
contracted so tightly they ached, and then, suddenly, there was no
stopping it, I exploded. I cursed as wave after wave of searing,
intense pleasure convulsed from my body, my cock danced and jerked in
her sweet velvet mouth like a conductor's wand, completely flooding her
with my essence. Gently and slowly, she continued to suck on my
shivering flesh, draining me totally, to the last drop. When the spasms
began to subside, I noticed a small trickle of sperm had dribbled out of
the corner of her red, painted lips. With my softening cock still in
her warm moist mouth, she looked up at me with that little girl
mischievous smile of hers, and raised her eye brows in a manner that
begged the question that she already knew the answer to: "did I do
good?". She knew the answer, the answer was, by now, drooling down her
chin. ... To be continued.
This is my first attempt at writing, so please let me know if I should
continue or scrap this story. All comments are welcome.
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.