From wally@gnom.com Fri Jan 10 12:16:46 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SUSAN -- Part 2 -- Another ButtBytr Original Story - ladies' comments?
From: wally@gnom.com (ButtBytr)
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 1997 17:16:46 GMT

SUSAN...     

(Part Two)

by: ButtBytr (Lloyd W. Adams) - 10/96

buttbytr@ix.netcom.com

Some of this story is true, though not much.  A lot is just wishful
thinking.

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To take you back to the last three paragraphs from Part One.....:

Honey..,  Susan starts getting up, too,  could you just stay with
me, so it can be OUR house?  Or am I pushing things too much?

Darlin,  I reply, while gathering my clothes and the blanket,  I
like the hell out of that idea.  Remember, I said that dont ever
wanna let you outta my sight again.  Ive found a treasure, today, and
unless you get sick and tired of me... Im gonna be with you... from
now on!

I decline the offer,  when Susan asks me if I want to drive back...  I
tell her that I would really enjoy just riding and enjoying her
company and the scenery.  The truth of the matter was that I have some
serious thinking to do... thinking about my home situation, and how to
handle it.  There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I am going to
be with Susan, for as long as shell have me.  However, I still have
to break the news to my wife...................

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NOW ON TO PART TWO:

CHAPTER ELEVEN..

Since Susan doesnt smoke, Ive only had two cigarettes since we
met... one on the way up, and one as were getting our stuff together,
to leave.  Butt, thinking back, I really hadnt wanted to smoke...
even if I had had the time.  Susan doesnt mind if I smoke... so I
lean back and light one up to help me think about what I have to do.
 
The relationship between my wife (Diane) and me... has been a victim
of circumstances.. most of which were beyond our control.  I REALLY
believe that, were it not for those circumstances that just
happened, we would still be very happy today.
Most of those uncontrolable circumstances  revolve around her
daughter, Karla.

Diane, is 26 years younger than I (shes 34)...  We met when we both
worked for a govt agency, in Vicksburg, Mississippi... in early 1988.
I was 51 and she was 25.  We were both married at the time.  I had
been married for about 26 years... and the last 16 was only for the
kids (BIG MISTAKE FOR ANYBODY to stay together for the sake of the
kids).  That marriage was a mistake from the very first day.. butt,
you learn to live with your mistakes.... even if you have to live with
them for 27 years.

Anyway... Diane and I worked together and gradually began talking more
and more.  Shed tell me how her husband was an extremely perverted
individual who would want her to do a lot of kinky things.... and
would do his damndest to get her to swing.  He also had a brutal,
viscous temper.. and would come totally unglued at the slightest
provocation.  Hed knock the shit outta her...outta their two kids....
throw shit.... and hed put the muzzle of a .357 against her nose more
than once.  I really felt sorry for her.

The idea of flirting with someone that much younger than I, was quite
a turn-on, as was she.  Shes a very pretty lady.  Butt, being
somewhat of a butt analyzer.. her derriere did a pretty good number on
me, too.  Ummmmm.  Meg, my wife at the time had been a good deal
overweight for several years... hovering around 225.  And Meg had
given up on a lot of the hygiene stuff... stuff like brushing her
teeth regularly (her breath usually smelled like a cesspool)... and
the feminine hygiene (it got so that when she opened her legs... the
odor would gag a maggot).  In addition, Meg had become a perpetual
attitude, just waiting to happen.  Sex between us had been
practically non-existent for a lonnnnnnng time.  With all of this, I
was very vulnerable and ready for someone new in my life.  Diane was,
too.

In early 89 we got closer and closer and closer..... pretty soon wed
stay late (the only ones in the office), and smooch.... which
gradually led to more and more.  Well, my wife moved out...in January
89, so Diane and I began to engage in very hot phone sex.. almost
daily.  Our after-hours office smooching became more torrid, also.
Many was the time that my cock was pushing at the fabric of my pants.
Id pick up a coke can and hold it in front of my crotch in order to
try to disguise my hard-feelings.
Butt, I was a very shy person... as I still am... and couldnt bring
myself to move my hands around on her body.  One day Diane took the
initiative, and while we were kissing, took one of my hands and firmly
applied it to her butt, and placed the other on one of her breasts.
Well, smooching sessions escalated greatly after that.

One night, while we were having our phone sex.. she began to discuss
how shed love to suck my cock.  I began to stroke my cock more
feverishly as I listened... and the ejaculation that followed was a
gusher.  The next afternoon, after everyone else had left the
office... Diane dropped to her knees and undid my trousers... pulled
my throbbing cock out... and after admiring it for a few seconds...
plunged it into her mouth.  My hips almost immediately began to buck
back and forth against her face.  Her tongue working with her suction
made my lil soldier jerk and throb.  I reached down and inside her
blouse to grasp her breast.... then, not being satisfied, had to reach
inside her bra... to feel the soft resilient skin.  I just have to be
able to hold a womans tits when shes sucking me.  I loved the feel
of her hardened nipple between my fingers.  It didnt take very long
at all before I began to feel those tell-tale sensations that begin in
the depths of my body.... and culminate in feeling the dam burst as
great gobs of my sticky semen raced through my cock and into Dianes
throat.  My God!!!  I hadnt had a blow-job that good in many, many,
years!!!!

From there, we moved on to other things... like me eating her tasty
pussy... and full exploration of each others bodies.  We would never
actually fuck... as she was worried about pregnancy... and I was a
very slow mover.  A  time or two we lay on the floor with her naked,
and me with just jockey shorts on, shed get so hot feeling the bulge
of my cock against her pussy... that shed try to tug my jockeys off.
Still, I wasnt sure if we were REALLY ready to go that far....  so
Id rebuff her efforts... and wed bring each other off by either
using our mouths, or fingers.

We actually fucked for the first time on the 5th of May, in my bed...
and frequently thereafter... both at my house, my sons house (while
he was gone), or after hours in the office.  It was truly GREAT SEX
that we had.... we couldnt get enough of each other.

Diane left her husband in June of 89.... and in a small town like
Vicksburg... it can be hazardous to your health to have a bad-ass
husband running around with a gun in his pants.  So, we decided to
move out here.  I had to quick sell my house (for about 10 cents on
the dollar)... and we came west.   

Sex with Diane was fantastic for the first three or four years... and
then began to deteriorate.  One of the reason is that Im the kind of
guy who needs VISUAL stimulation..... meaning I like a lady to be
sexily packaged (not like a hooker), but Id at least like to be able
to tell if she has breasts and butt.  She began to wear comfortable
stuff more and more..... the type of clothes that do absolutely
nothing for her figure.  Those were her go-to-work clothes.... when
she got/gets home, its into a baggy-ass T-shirt and shorts, or
sweats...  Shit thats at least two sizes to big for her.  I mean that
gives me NO visual stimulation...  At bedtime, shed  undress, jump
into bed, and expect me to be ready to perform.  Ive mentioned this
to her on numerous occasions, butt she always cops an attitude and
claims that she wants to be comfortable.  I havent mentioned it in
quite some time now.

Diane and I have been having problems in our marriage for about a year
or so now... mostly because of Karla, her daughter.  Karla just turned
seventeen, and has been living with us... on and off... for almost two
years.  In my opinion, Karla is a bitch-brat... butt Diane thinks the
sun rises and sets in her ass... though shes beginning to see more
and more what a brat Karla is.  Karla has been going where ever she
wants to, with whom she wants to.  In fact, about eight months ago,
she made it a point to inform me that she was gonna do what the fuck
I want to.. whenever the fuck I want to.

Karla didnt just lick her attitude problem off the wall.  Her father
deserves full credit for that.  He is, and has always been.. a
belligerent and arrogant type of person.. who fully believes in doing
and saying whatever the fuck he wants to... and to hell with everybody
else!  Karla was 10, when Diane left her with her father (her father
demanded, and received, full custody.. in exchange for the divorce).
In the years between when Karla was 10 and 15, her total attitude
became exactly like her fathers.  When EVERYTHING does not go HER
way.... she acts like an eight year old BRAT!

Diane had to endure Karlas fathers attitude for over ten years...
and, consequently, she is now at the opposite end of the spectrum...
shes very mild and laid back.  When we first got together... Diane
was a very meek person... as her ex-husband pretty much ruled
everything... and she really wasnt entitled to her own opinions or
thoughts.  I worked on that for quite awhile... and did TOO damn good
a job.  Diane is now quite the LIBERAL... and is a far-cry from the
person she was almost eight years ago.  My philosophies havent
changed that much during that time... but hers have (or at least, now
she has the courage to make them known... where before she didnt.).
We have grown apart in a lot of ways.... butt, almost everything stems
from two years of Karlas presence.

With Diane, I experienced more love and happiness in seven and a half
years... than all of the previous fifty-two.  And I know that we will
both always have a special place in our hearts for the other. 
  
Diane and I have been at odds over our differing philosophies on how
to handle Karla.  Im much more of an old-fashioned type... believe
that kids have to answer to their parents, and that parents tell kids
what to do... not the other way around.  Diane is just the opposite...
believing that Karla should be able to do what she wants.  Regarding
household rules for her, Karla has told me more than once..FUCK THE
RULES.  Well, Karla got her ass kicked outta school in April... and
got her ass pregnant in August.  If just getting pregnant wasnt bad
enough... for this old-fashioned conservative step-dad...add to it,
the fact that she got pregnant by a black guy.  I am firmly against
interracial dating... and especially interracial marriages.  So, you
see where most of the problems are, between Diane and me.  Karla has
moved out.. and moved in with her boyfriend.... butt, the damage has
been done.  

We recently agreed that things could not go on like they were, and
that one of us had to move out.  Weve been together for over seven
years, and the first six were wonderful.  Butt, we gradually found
things out, about each others thoughts and philosophies, that we
didnt know before.  Yes... the differences are, indeed
insurmountable.  We still think the world of each other... and, to an
extent, love each other, butt living together will not work, anymore.
Two weeks ago, we had agreed that she would move out, and that Id
keep the apartment.  It was going to be devastating to both of us,
financially... butt, it had to be done.

Even though Karla has moved in with her boyfriend... Diane and I both
know that Diane wont be free of Karla, for many years.  Karla and her
boyfriend are constantly arguing and at each others throats.  So
there will be many occasions when she will be at Dianes front door...
moving back in.  Then shell be out.. then back.. then out.. then
back.... on and on...ad nauseum.   I, most definitely, CAN NOT handle
any more of Karla, and her attitude while living here... in any way,
shape, form, or fashion.

Ive spent about 95% of my time during the last year, in my little
biddy room, with my computer....  if I didnt, Im afraid Id have
seriously hurt somebody.  Diane and I haveent had sex in about 3
months now... and during the past 6 months or so... it hasnt been
that often..   Theres not much desire there, on my part.... so the
ejaculation is very anti-climatic.... almost to the point where its
not worth the damn effort.  Diane has an active sex drive.. and it
seems to be getting even more active.  So... what the fuck do you do
with a woman who wants to fuck often.. and you arent in the mood?
And the fact that Dianes around-the-house attire consists almost
entirely of baggy-ass T-shirts and sweat pants or shorts (all about 2
sizes too large)... doesnt do much in the way of visual stimulation.
Id mentioned it to her for years... butt she kept insisting that this
was the way she was comfortable.. so I quit even bringing it up.  I
mean, Im the sort of guy who needs SOME visual stimulation!!!!  I
damned sure didnt get it around the house.

I guess that the fact that Dianes views on a lot of issues have taken
a decidedly LIBERAL turn... hasnt helped either.  Im still quite the
conservative on most things, so weve clashed a lot regarding that.  I
simply cannot go around my own house being POLITICALLY CORRECT!!!
It just isnt me....  I refuse to walk on eggshells.

In so many ways, Diane is a truly wonderful, caring, and kind-hearted
person.  Im just too damn old to change a lot of my ways.  Many times
Id wished that we could go back a couple of years in time.... to when
we were so happy.  Butt, life is not like a VCR... you simply cannot
push a button to reverse the tape... and edit out things.

Now?  Well now  the picture has changed.  It wont be necessary for
Diane to move out after all.  Susan told me she has a rather up-scale,
four bedroom home in the southern part of Jefferson County.  There are
no children at home... which is great, cause I just couldnt deal
with kids again.  She advised me that she had room for my computer and
all my books and pack-rat stuff, and that shed help me bring it to
her house.. butt wouldnt help me bring it downstairs from mine.
Didnt think it would be to classy of her to go in while Diane was
there.  So... Now, I just have to tell Diane... butt, when?  Its five
oclock now, and Diane will be getting off work in half an hour..
heading home, to an empty house.  Ill have to call her and tell here
I wont be home, so she wont worry... then tomorrow, or sometime,
Ill have to tell her that I wont be living there again, ever.


CHAPTER TWELVE..

Almost as if reading my thoughts, Susan looks over at me and says:
Youve hardly said a word the whole way back.  Are you having second
thoughts?

Were approaching the 285 intersection with C-470, as I reply:  Not
at all baby... not at all!  Just wondering if I could use your cell
phone, to leave a message at home.  A message that says I wont be
back, except to get my stuff.

Of course, Darling, theres no reason to make her worry.  No matter
the problems you two have had, I know shell still worry about you.
Do you want to go by tomorrow, while shes at work, and start packing
your things? 

Yes,  I answer,  butt, I dont need to call.  If youll just swing
by there, I can pick up some clean clothes and toiletries, and leave a
note.  We can be gone before she gets home.

I think to myself,  Leave a note??  So thats all the consideration
she deserves after 7 years?  He still loved Diane, in his own way.
She was truly a wonderful person.  In so many, many, ways they were
compatible.  Shed been not only a wife, butt a real partner, and a
buddy.  Butt, right now, was not a good time to wait and explain
things to her.

Butt we do stop at my house just long enough to pick up the
necessities, then head to the Bear Valley King Soopers, to retrieve my
car.  It just now dawns on me that Ive had a gallon of milk and
bananas on the front seat of that car... with it sitting in a hot
scorching sun, most of the day.  So after  disposing of the, now
ruined, bananas and milk... I follow Susan to her place.

I got my shit outta my car and helped her unload the van... turned out
that she also had some items that shed gotten from the grocery, that
were spoiled.  She led me into the house, and after depositing our
stuff... literally fell into each others arms.  Our mouths met and
our tongues began their hungry exploration.  My hands fell
instinctively to the heavenly mounds of her ass, and pulled her
against me.  My cock had rested for a couple of hours... so was once
again straining at the front of my jeans... and I pressed it hard
against her crotch.  She began to move her hips against mine and
moaned loudly, then pulled away.

Come on, she said breathlessly,  lets get you settled in.  We have
all night, and the rest of our lives. 

She gives me a grand tour of her spacious home.. which is
immaculate... and when we get to the master bath... shows me the
Jacuzzi.  The tub is huge... big enough for at least three people to
take a bath at the same time.  She puts an arm around me,  with her
hand gently squeezing my butt, and tells me that manys the time shes
laid in there in such a position so that one of the outlets is jetting
water into her pussy.  She says shes lain like that, imagining that
a man was in there with her... beginning to wonder if that time would
ever come.  I do a little squeezing of my own on her ass, and assure
her that will make love in there many times.

When we arrive in her bedroom.. I see that she really does have a huge
canopied bed in a very spacious room.  The large windows offer a
splendid view of the foothills and the Rocky Mountains.  I spot a
picture on the dresser... one which would get ButtBytrs attention in
a hurry.  Its a picture of two women in bathing suits.  I know that
one of them is Susan (in the off-white spandex, which I adored her in
earlier today)... the other lady is in also in a one-piece bright red
suit.  The other woman is a little shorter, and about 20 pounds
heavier than Susan.... a really hefty gal.  The other woman has a
smaller bust-line than Susan... butt a LOT MORE ASS!  Cant understand
it, butt here I am with Susan, who has a GREAT ASS... and I feel my
prick stirring while looking at this ladys ass.  She had a big ass,
butt it was a big, sassy, sexy-as-hell, ass.

Susan walks up beside me and fills me in... telling me that the lady
is her sister, Janice.

Janice is 52.  she tells me,  When they were giving stuff out... I
got more tits than she did... butt she definitely got a bigger butt,
and a few more pounds.  That reminds me, I have to call Janice.  We
were planning to play cards here tonight... butt Ive found something
Id much rather play with.

She gives me a wicked grin and a grope in the crotch... then Susan
picks up the phone on the bedside table and begins dialing, explaining
that she has to call her sister, to tell her that she has other plans
for tonight.

While shes standing next to the bed, talking to Betty, my eyes again
devour her exquisite body, and settling on the red and white tank top.
I see her nipples are almost full erect and threatening to poke right
through the confining cotton.  Not being able to control my urges... I
move to the bed and sit on the edge, right in front of her.  Susan
puts a hand on my head and begins tousling my hair, as put an hand
around her butt and pull her between my legs.  As my head moves
forward, I raise my open mouth and take her right nipple into it...
fabric and all.  I suck and nibble on that nipple as my cock becomes
even more active in my pants.  I release the nipple and my hands work
their way under the top and raise it over her elegant tits.  She
juggles the phone between her hands as I take the garment off her.
Each of my hands grab a hunk of ass cheek and pull her closer, so that
her tits are right in front of my face.

Squeezing the globes of her butt, I move my mouth to her left nipple
and start flicking my tongue, ever so lightly, back and forth across
it.  Susan begins to writhe, and I can tell shes having a very
difficult time concentrating on what she and her sister are talking
about.  My mouth moves to her right breast, where it goes through the
same routine with that nipple.  Butt, then I open my mouth and begin
to suck the nipple inside.. while still using my tongue to tantalize
it.  

Well.. thats the end of the phone conversation... as she tells Betty
that shell call her later...that she has bath water running and has
to go shut it off.  Almost slamming the receiver onto the phone...
Susan reaches down between my legs and encircles my bulge in her hand
as I continue savoring the taste of her huge nipple.  

My God, am I becoming a nymphomaniac?  she murmurs, as she quickly
releases my blood-filled cock from my pants.  Its so beautiful.... I
want to suck it and fuck it at the same time.  Just listen to me...
Ive never talked this way before... butt, I just cant help it...
youve created a monster... a monster who wants to do EVERYTHING to
you and with you.  With the last words... she puts both hands to my
shoulders and shoves me back on the bed.

My cock is only about average in size, I guess, butt if she wants to
think its beautiful, then thats fine with me.  Susan takes off my
shoes and sox... then yanks my pants and shorts down, and takes them
and my prosthesis off.  She then quickly shucks her own jeans and
panties and dives between my legs.  As she falls on top of me... her
open mouth instantly engulfs my jutting cock...  and sucks it with
such ferocity that I gasp loudly.  At this moment, Susan is not a
gentle woman, butt a woman who is trying to make up for years of doing
without, in a single day.

Her mouth releases my manhood... she looks up at me, almost
apologetically, and says,  Wally..... will you... ah.... I mean.....
er... ah... will you please eat me again?

Susan, my dear sweet Susan,  I say, as I take her face tenderly in
both of my hands,  you never have to say, please, rather it should
be I, who should ask you if I may taste of your delectable juices.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN..

Abruptly, Susan bounds from the bed... grabbing my hands and pulling
me with her... Come on, remember that Jacuzzi tub I told you about,
and you just saw?  Lets go see how much lather we can put on each
other.  Then itll be nice and clean, for your tastebuds.

I want to tell her that I would gladly eat from her honey vessel right
now, and any time, butt I have to hurry to put my leg back on... and
follow her to the bathroom.

Shes turned on some very romantic instrumental music... and is in the
process of lighting a couple of candles, that I failed to see, when we
came through here a few minutes earlier.  Susan then flips off the
light switch.  The candles are of the scented variety... and their
aroma, together with the glow that they cast... and the soft music
emanating from the little stereo... tranform a regular bathroom, into
a room with the ambiance that is very conducive to making love.

She turns some knobs, sprinkles in a little powder and soon the tub is
filling with bubbly water.  Susan her big, gorgeous body, puts a foot
over the tub and starts in.  She is so fucking beautiful, that my cock
is jerking and oozing pre-cum, as I brace myself against the wall to
take my leg off again... then I follow her into the bubbly froth.
Though the tub is big enough for three people... we sit facing each
other with our legs around the other.

Picking up a bar of sweet-smelling soap, Susans hands dive into the
warm water and begin to give my dick the kind of soaping that I used
to give it over fifty years ago.. when I was a kid taking a bath.   As
she was doing that, I got another bar of soap and began soaping her
tits..... probably in the same manner shes done by herself while
sitting in this tub... alone... so many times.  The feel of those
mammoth, wet, soapy, breasts beneath my fingers was driving me
fucking-wild.... especially considering the way she was washing my
cock.

I took a moment to reflect on some of the other ladies... Id come to
know in the relatively recent past.  These ladies, Ive written about
in other stories.  

There was Laura (from the Our 1st Meeting story)... who accepted a
position in New York City.. and I had absolutely no desire to go to
the Big Apple 

There was Carolyn (from the A Cup of Coffee and a Slice of Love
story).. which ended tragically. 

There was Yvonne (from the Flower Shop Lady story).... I figured there
was too much of an age differential between us.

All these ladies were great looking, and fantastic fucks  (the best,
up to that time).... BUTT, none compared to Susan.  

Between Susans fingers, delicately soaping my rod... and my view of
her body, through the bubbles.... I have acquired a tremendous,
raging, erection... one that is threatening to burst forth with great
gobs of cum, at any second.  Reluctantly, I remove her hand and tell
her to just lie back for a few minutes and allow me to lather and wash
her body... completely.

Ive never had anyone bathe me, since mom did it when I was a little
kid. she tells me.

Well, my Darling... you are MY little kid now... its my turn.  You
are way past due for a lot of pampering.  As I say this, Ive reached
for a sponge, and begin soaping and washing her feet.

Ive never had a foot fetish, butt right now, its easy to see how
some people are get a fixation for them.  Susans are a little on the
large side, however, they are really flawless...  as is her entire
body... which is exceptional, given her 45 years.  

I slowly and meticulously wash each foot... gradually moving upward to
include her ankles and calves... as she leans back, closes her eyes,
and allows herself this luxury.  I move the sponge a bit higher... on
first, her right leg... bathing her knee, and spending a little extra
time on the back, or underside of her knee.  Ive heard more than a
few women tell me that, behind there knee is one of their erogenous
areas.  This must be true, as Susan lets a faintly audible moan escape
her lips as I concentrate on that area for a moment.  Then, its
onward... being very careful to keep the upward pace to only a
fraction of an inch at a time.

As I lift more of her leg out of the water, and begin washing the
outside and top of her thigh... I feel myself getting even harder...
as I let my gaze trail up her inner thigh.  then my bathing follows
where my eyes were... tenderly rubbing the sponge, first on the
underside of her thigh... then the inner portion... moving closer...
and closer... and closer... the forest, beyond which lies her castle.

With less than an inch before coming in contact with the forest... I
drop the sponge and use my hand... to move to the left thigh, faintly
hearing a little sigh of disappointment from Susan.  She was so sure
that I was prepared to invade the forest right then... and more than
ready for it, as was I.  Butt, retrieving the bar of soap, I lather my
hand... and proceed to bathe her other thigh, in the same
tantalizingly slow manner that I did the right one... moving upward at
an sensuous crawl... centimeter, by centimeter.  I lavish a lot of
attention on the under and inner portion... again, moving closer, and
closer, and closer.  Susans breathing has quickened appreciatively,
and her lower body is involuntarily moving from side to side... her
eyes still closed.  At last... I have, again, arrived at the apex of
your thighs... bringing a quickening of both of our heartbeats... and
still more squirming of your hips... in anticipation of the attention
I am about to bestow upon your garden.

Butt, instead, my hand detours around your thatch... moving slowly
upward onto your stomach.  You moan louder... and thrust your legs and
feet around my waste and with great strength and urgency... pull my
torso closer to you..

ENOUGH, DAMNIT!  Enough teasing, awready!  I cant take anymore,
Baby, I NEED YOU NOW!  you exclaim as your hand dives once again for
my BIG SOLDIER, half of which is jutting above water.

Impishly, I reply,  Why Baby, Im not teasing you... Im merely
giving you that bath I promised.  

I must admit, that its taking every single ounce of willpower I can
muster, not just dive forward and plunge my cock deep into your
starving pussy, your grip tightens, almost unmercifully, around my
fuck stick.  Butt, I get more lather on my hands, and move to your
slick breasts... and begin to lavish them with my soapy caresses...
both at the same time.

My left hand works in a clockwise motion... while my right,
counter-clockwise... ever so gently stroking... from the outer-most
sections of your globes... gradually make the circles just a wee-bit
smaller with each rotation.  Reaching your aureoles... I let my
fingers make several titillating circles around them.  Your moans
increase in intensity and volume, as the hand holding my tool begins
to stroke up and down... faster and faster.  Feeling myself
weakening... I cover your big, hardened, nipples with my palms.  I
gently squeeze your breasts... then let my fingers toy with your
protuberances.  

OH DAMN!  OH, HOT DAMN!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!  your start screaming, as
your ass starts bouncing in the soapy water.

Knowing that youve reached the first plateau, one of my hands moves
quickly underwater.. and between your thighs.  My middle finger
plunges into your bouncing pussy... in a moment joined by another
digit... and starts to rapidly finger-fuck you.  Your entire body
thrashes about, sending little waves of bubbly water over the edge of
the tub.

UGGGGG...OOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUMMMMMMMMMMM..AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH....
OOHBABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The muscles in the walls of your love-tunnel, squeeze my fingers...
and I feel the spasms for almost a full minute... not slowing a bit on
the pumping action of my fingers.  I lean my head forward... taking as
your right nipple into my mouth and alternately suck and nibble on it.
Your other hand (the one not stroking my dick) grabs the back of my
head and holds it there at your breast... while your entire body
shudders.

I cant fucking-take-it any longer!  Releasing your tit from my mouth,
and withdrawing my fingers from your cunt...I spread my legs out
behind me... grab your shoulders, and pull myself up to where Im
laying on top of you.  I raise my hips... slightly... and immediately
bury my soldier into your still throbbing pussy.  Your legs tighten
around my hips.. as your mouth seeks mine.  I can already feel the
beginning of the dam burst.  The tingling has begun in my toes... and
has rapidly spread upward to my groin.  I know that I only have a few
seconds... so I begin to pump wildly into you... the water splashing
all around and over us.  

One pump, two, three... on about the tenth pump... I feel my laden
balls release the love-juice that has been straining to be let out.
It rushes through my tubes and gushes out the head of my cock... and
deep inside of you.  Spurt... spurt... spurt... spurt... as I clutch
you against me... our mouths locked... tongues entangled, as one.

At last... the final spurt of cum emerges, to mix with your juices...
and I slump down on you... with my soldier still buried inside your,
now-squishy, cavern.  We lay, unmoving, in that position, for a good
ten minutes... while our breathing gradually returns to normal... our
mouths still together.

I slowly disentangle myself from Susans embrace, and resume my
sitting position in front of her.

And now, my beautiful princess, its time to wash the other side.

Oh God, Wally.... I dont think I could stand it.

Oh yes you can,  I reply,  you dont want to deprive me of the
pleasure Id get from washing your glorious ass, would you?

You can wash it another time, Honey. you smile,  Butt right now, I
think we could both use a some food and a little rest.  I dont know
about you, butt Im STARVING!  And dont worry... speaking of my ass,
I havent forgotten what we talked about, up in the mountains.  About
what Ive never had done... and what you wanted to do.  You DO
remember, dont you?  I hope so, cause I meant what I said about me
wanting us to do EVERYTHING!

I reach behind you, as you begin to get to your feet, and grab a
handful of your ass cheek.... Hmmmmm. You can bet that sweet ass, I
havent forgotten.  And nothing is going to give me more pleasure than
to pay homage to your ass.... ALL OF IT!

After drying ourselves off, and throwing robes around us, we make our
way to the kitchen.  You cook up some pork chops and french fries...
which we wolf down.  You take my into another room, where Im
astonished to see all the computer equipment you have.  I mean theres
shit in here that Id kill for.  The latest Pentium.. 200, 2 gig hard
drive, 32 megs of RAM, high-end laser printer, a $1200.00 flatbed
scanner, and a fuckin CD burner!  

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!  I exclaimed,  GOD DAMN!  What I couldnt do with
this all this shit!  You have shit here, Ive only dreamed about ever
having.  The fuckin fun I could have with it.

You dont have to dream anymore.  You murmer as you put your arm
around me,  This isnt mine, now.... its yours too.  Its ours,
Baby.  Everything I have, is ours now.

With our arms around each other... we go back to Susans... make that,
our... bedroom.
Dropping the robes... we lay down in each others arms.  Susan tells
me that she has an appointment in the morning to do an appraisal.  She
says that she will only be gone an hour or two... and that I can do
whatever I want while shes gone.  She suggests I may want to
familiarize myself with her.. make that, our.. computer.

Our  fingertips explore each other... we make a lot of kissy-face.  We
are so relaxed that in just a few minutes... we are both in
dreamland... sleeping the sleep of the satiated, and of the contented.



CHAPTER FOURTEEN..

On most occasions,  prolonged love-making -- with lots and lots of
foreplay -- is the GREATEST!  Butt, what about those times when there
is such and URGENCY, that two people want to just start FUCKING???
For instance.... now you are in just shiny panties and a bra  (my
favorite, of all attire, on a lady).... walking around the house.  I'm
at here in the computer room, at the keyboard, and catch glimpses of
you, as you pass by... going about getting ready to go keep an
appointment to do an appraisal.  Weve been together for three days
now.   

I'm trying to concentrate on what I'm doing, butt after about the 2nd
time you pass.... I find it im-fucking-possible to think about
anything, except your excellent breasts, bulging from your bra.....
and that INCREDIBLE ASS of yours, encased the smooth, tight, fabric of
your full panties.  

I get up with a rapidly growing bulge in my crotch, follow you into
the bedroom.... making small talk..... my eyes glued to your butt, as
it moves within the confines of the material.  Looking at your ass
never fails to excite the juices in my loins, and this time is no
exception... the way your ass curves outward, from the side view, as
well as the rear, always makes my mouth water.  My cock has enlarged
so much, that it has grown VERY uncomfortable within my pants and
underwear.  So, as you go back down the hall, for something, I quickly
strip myself of all clothing... and my cock, finally freed, juts out
at full attention.  You re-enter the room, hurriedly, and head
straight for the bathroom, without even noticing my nakedness.  I
watch your ass undulate as you go to the bathroom mirror...  SHIT!  

I can't take this any longer... so I walk in behind you.... get down
on my knees, put my arms around your thighs, and pull that fantastic
ass into my face...  I can already feel the pre-cum, oozing from my
cock, as I lick your ass cheeks through the shiny panties.  You push
your butt back against my face, butt I gotta have MORE.... so I put my
fingers in the waistband, and not too gently, pull your panties down
quickly.  I continue my licking, this time licking the luxurious bare
skin of your mounds of flesh.  I nibble and kiss the flesh... then
part your cheeks, and lick up and down the entire length of your
crack, for a few seconds, before moving deeper into the crevice.  My
togue finds your tight little sphincter, and bathes it in saliva...
continuously circling it, then pushing against it.  Finally the
muscles relax enough so that my tongue begins to slide slowly inward..
then a little deeper... and a little deeper, til at last I have every
bit of it inside your asshole, as your hips begin to shudder, and
moans of pleasure escape your throat.  My continuous licking has
gotten your honey-pot very moist, so I reach around and insert a
finger between your honey-lips, feeling your muscles contract and
relax on my tongue, and my finger.  This tongue-fucking of your ass
lasts about 2 minutes.... then with both of us trembling, I stand and
push your upper body forward, so that your hands are on the sink..  

Without any more preliminaries.... I guide my hungry cock to your hot,
wet pussy.... and slowly insert it.... I grasp your hips with my
hands, and watch your face in the mirror, as it shows expressions of
ecstasy.  I moisten a finger and start teasing your tight rosebud, and
after a few seconds I begin to penetrate your delicious asshole.
After waiting for your sphincter muscles to relax, I gently finger
fuck your ass.  Your moaning and writhing grows more urgent as you
savor the attention your ass is receiving.  By now, my cock is like a
red-hot poker and I know that the time is very near for me to release
my torrent of white gold.  Butt, I want it to be in your magnificent
ass.. so I slowly withdraw my soldier, and nudge him against your
rosebud... urging him forward.  Oh yes!!, I hear you moan, as you
buck your ass back hard against my groin... driving my cock deep into
your darkest recess.  I begin to pump my rod into your ass, and it
doesn't take long, or too many strokes, before it is sunk to the balls
into your wondrous tunnel.  You let out a scream of pleasure, as I
pump my cock back and forth.... We are both ready in just a few
seconds... so, with no pretense of holding back...... I release the
steaming hot cum, and let it gush out into you.  Almost
simultaneously, I feel the trembling deep within your body, that tells
me, that you have also achieved orgasm.  I hold you in that position
for a couple of minutes with my cock, though decreasing in size, still
in your cum filled asshole.  I lick your neck and shoulders, while
squeezing your tits... and we both sigh, with sounds of satisfaction.

Damn Baby.. youre just full of surprises, arent you?  Ive been
waiting for you to do that for three days.  I thought youd changed
your mind.  you whisper.

Butt, did you like it?  Was it worth waiting all this time for?  I
ask.

Oh hell yes! you giggle,  Butt, you just may have created an
insatiable monster.  Im gonna want that on a regular basis, Baby.
That is, if you dont mind too much.

Me?  Me mind?  I hear myself saying,  Why Madam, I assure you, that
will be my pleasure.

While I was saying this... my mind wanders to of Janice.  I just cant
get  that picture of her out of my mind.  The thought of that hefty
lady with the BIG SEXY ASS, in the red swimsuit... was causing some
stirring in my loins.  I could only try to visualize what it would be
like to caress it... rub my face against those plump round cheeks...to
bury my face between them.....  I hope to hell, that I get a chance to
see that ASS in person.... and maybe even...................  ?

What the fuck am I thinking?  Here I have this beautiful, and
wonderful lady with me... and just taking care of her sexual needs
properly, would be a full-time job.  Butt, still......  I've always
been a sort of fickle son-of-a bitch... and Im such a sucker for a
GREAT ASS!!!!!
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To be continued... with Part 3... soon!!!


wally@gnom.com

