She Played The Boys' Organs
by Evelyn Lourdes
(SC-174)


FOREWORD 

What causes an otherwise normal middle-aged woman to experience a sudden 
craving for sexual relations with men younger than herself? This is a 
question which cannot be easily answered, the question to which this book is 
addressed. Such sexual desires is far more common than most people would 
imagine. 

In discussing this problem, psychologists and other professionals often use 
the word pedophilia, a generic description of sex between adults and 
children. Through the years, this word has come to acquire an overlay of 
negative prejudice, often being used to describe a state of psychological 
illness rather than a freely chosen sexual orientation. 

Generally, pedophilia is thought to occur between older men and teenage or 
prepubescent girls, which is not at all the case. Many women find as they 
enter middle age that their sexual desires far outstrip those of their 
husbands, that they are drawn as if by a magnet to young, virile, attractive 
men and boys. 

A woman who makes such a sexual choice finds herself in a strange and 
unpleasant situation. She dare not mention the craving to her friends, lest 
she be dismissed as a pervert, a sex-greedy, cradle-robbing, desperate 
woman. Often she will be taken advantage of by her young lovers themselves, 
who will be able to sense the woman's weakness and vulnerability. 

Despite the possible consequences, many women find the urge impossible to 
resist. Childless women and spinsters seem especially prone to the practice 
of taking a disproportionately younger lover, but there are many happily 
married women in their forties who are confused by their own desires, 
depressed by urges that refuse to disappear, no matter how hard they try to 
repress them. 

This novel, a recreation of true incidents in the life of a real woman, 
attempts to shed some light on the personality and motivations of such a 
woman, unable to find sexual gratification with either her husband or her 
adult lovers. Susan Chambers, the protagonist, begins the novel as a lonely 
and independent woman who has divorced her husband after six fruitless 
years. 

Living on her own, Susan goes through a brief period of promiscuity, 
discovering that she is turned off to sex as a result of her unhappy 
marriage. Her situation stagnates until Susan meets a young boy, Tom Cullen, 
who exerts an appeal that she finds impossible to resist. Tom becomes 
Susan's lover, the first in a chain of teenage studs who satisfy the woman's 
long repressed sexuality and teach Susan a good deal about herself in the 
process. 

Susan's story is followed to its logical, inevitable conclusion. The novel 
has been written in a spirit of free inquiry into modern sexual mores, 
passing no judgments on the characters or their sometimes shocking sensual 
adventures. It is hoped that Susan's experiences will strike a chord in the 
intelligent reader, considerably enhancing his understanding of eroticism. 

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 CHAPTER ONE 

Susan Chambers smiled and closed her bright blue eyes as she felt the 
handsome youngster move closer to her. They were sitting comfortably on an 
old mattress that evidently served Tom as both bed and sofa and it was 
difficult not to smile in such ridiculous circumstances. Susan was a little 
afraid of scaring off her potential lover, however unlikely that seemed at 
such a late stage of the game. She did not like to take any chances where 
sex was concerned. 

Susan felt the boy's hand caressing her shoulder, trembling as it made first 
contact with the woman's smooth clear skin. It's going to happen now, she 
thought. I'm actually going to be seduced by a boy young enough to be my 
son. She had known it instinctively ten minutes after entering Tom's 
apartment and now it was just a matter of being patient with the boy. 

Her first inclination was to be aggressive, to kiss the boy and force Tom to 
make love to her. Still, it was good enough to let him do the work for her, 
allow the boy to think that he was taking advantage of an older woman 
against her better judgment. They would both enjoy it better that way. 

Then the boy started to kiss Susan Chambers, quite surprised by his good 
fortune. It was not every night that he was left alone in the usually 
crowded pad, especially with a gorgeous piece of ass like Susan. Tom Cullen 
was experienced with women. He had been fucking for over two years, since 
the age of fourteen. Susan had seemed sophisticated and unapproachable at 
first, but now she was coming through like a champ, far easier and more 
responsive than he had had any right to expect. 

Pressing his advantage, Tom inclined his head and touched Susan's heavily 
rouged cheek with his lips. He could already peer down the low neckline of 
the woman's fashionable red cotton blouse and see her big tits almost 
popping out of the confines of her brassiere. The voluptuous woman was going 
to be naked and in his arms in no more than five minutes, one way or 
another. 

Finally Tom gathered the courage to kiss Susan properly, covering her thick 
sensual lips with his own narrow mouth, pressing his chest against the 
woman's well-developed torso. She wanted him, no doubt about that. She 
wanted to be fucked right there on the living room floor. Best of all, it 
looked like nobody was going to walk in and ruin their scene. 

Susan sighed with relief as she felt the boy working on her body. His tongue 
tasted young and fresh as it squirmed into her gaping mouth. Tom was 
attractive, all right, so young and handsome that Susan grew impatient, 
hardly able to wait for him to escalate the pace of their lovemaking. 

Tom wrapped his arms around the woman's back and shoulders, finally allowing 
himself to reach into her blouse. It was hard to get to her while she was 
still dressed, but Tom was determined to take things slow and easy and give 
the middle-aged sexpot no opportunity to reject his advances. 

His hands covered Susan's ripe round tits, pulling at the stiff fiber of her 
brassiere, trying to liberate the huge globes from their encircling 
garments. Susan sat up part way, unhooking her blouse from behind, more 
turned on than she had been in months, dying to get down to business with 
her young lover. 

Two seconds later her blouse had been removed, soon to be followed by 
Susan's skirt and brassiere. She stood half naked before her lover on the 
mattress, pulling at her stockings, peeling them off her long, hairless 
thighs. Tom watched carefully, feeling his prick spring to life, knowing 
that it would be easy as hell to raise a good hard-on for his latest 
conquest. 

He got out of his clothing quickly and without ceremony, not caring what 
impression he made on the older woman. Susan stared at the boy unblinkingly, 
pleased with his long wiry arms and slender torso. Tom was blond and 
willowy, not at all threatening, the kind of boy she had always found most 
attractive. It looked like they would have a damned good time together. 

Susan reclined on the bare mattress, spreading her legs slightly, baring her 
blonde pubic bush to Tom's avid inspection. The boy seemed speechless with 
admiration, staring at her like he had never seen a naked woman before. For 
a few seconds tension built in the overheated bedroom, then Tom smiled at 
his new conquest, ready to fuck her without hesitation. 

He kissed Susan again, this time plunging his tongue deep into her yielding 
mouth. Susan wrapped her arms around the boy's naked, dry back, feeling her 
big soft tits being crushed against Tom's chest. She didn't look down at the 
boy's prick, feeling it swell up hard and firm against her naked thighs. 

Tom continued to take things slow and easy with the older woman, still not 
sure of her reactions. It was the first time he had fucked a woman anywhere 
near Susan's age but so far things were going right. Her body was firm and 
voluptuous and Susan seemed more than willing to meet him halfway. 

He reached down and started to caress Susan's tits, paying special attention 
to her soft, broad pink nipples. Susan sighed with anticipation, throwing 
her torso backwards, pressing her hands on the nape of Tommy's neck. It 
would feel so good to have his tender lips sucking at her sensitive tits. 

However, Tom continued to manipulate his mistress's boobs, tweaking the 
nipples gently, smiling as they hardened and turned a dark red under his 
insistent ministrations. The woman's tits were really something to see, he 
told himself, each one large enough to fill both his hands. He had not 
really seen her ass yet but that too was bound to be altogether delightful. 

"Suck them," Susan whispered, her voice deep and insinuating. "You can do 
it, Tommy. Take them into your mouth and suck them. I'm dying for you to do 
it to me." 

Tommy did not have to be told twice. He cupped his right hand under Susan's 
huge boobs and then lowered his head to the prize, protruding his tongue and 
immediately licking at the sensitive nipples, his prick rubbing incessantly 
against the satiny skin of Susan's bare thighs. 

Susan continued to be passive, flat on her back before the handsome young 
stud. It was crazy for her to be in that apartment but it was also far too 
late to be worrying about that sort of thing. The boy had turned her on and 
now they were fucking. It was as simple as that. Later, when they were 
finished, she would be able to think about what had happened. 

Tom sucked one of the big puckered nipples into his hungry mouth, teasing it 
with his lips and tongue, occasionally biting into the incredibly sensitive 
glands. All the while, his left hand was exploring the rest of Susan's body, 
tracing the curves of her torso and then moving down to the woman's thighs, 
not yet ready to make first contact with her dripping cunt. 

Susan decided that it was time for her to play a more active role in their 
lovemaking. It was impossible to resist a boy like Tom, so she might as well 
have a little fun with him, give her sexual desires free rein. In all 
likelihood she would never see him again, certainly not as a sex partner, 
which gave the woman a sense of freedom and complete sensual liberation. 

She reached down and brushed long cool fingers against Tom's prick, 
delighted to see that the heavy organ had already started to swell, to fill 
with extravasated blood. Tom gasped and winced for the first second but soon 
resigned himself to the woman's touch. If she wanted to play with his 
pecker, the boy was the last one in the world to complain about it. 

Susan wrapped her fingers around the heavy organ, feeling the blood coursing 
through the thick veins that -lined its taut surface. She pulled the skin of 
the collar back and forth over the spongy purple head, feeling a surge of 
electricity pass through her own body. Yes, they were attuned to one another 
already, needing no period of adjustment. 

Susan knew that her lover was going to come quickly if she continued to play 
with his prick. However, it was impossible to relinquish the luscious shaft 
now that she had it trapped in her fingers. Susan stared down at her lover's 
meat and knew exactly what she wanted to do. Getting fucked would have to 
wait until she had blown the boy for at least a few minutes. 

Susan shifted her position slightly, her body bending at the waist. Her 
young lover's hands continued to tease and stimulate Susan's tits as her 
head bent with agonizing slowness toward his erect prick. Susan stared at 
the big cock for a few seconds and then parted her lips gently, ready to 
turn on the young boy as he had never been turned on before. 

Now Tommy was crouching on the mattress, his slender back propped against 
the peeling plaster of the near wall. Susan was lying prone before him, 
propped on her elbows, her tits rubbing repeatedly against his sensitive 
balls. Just a few more seconds and he would actually be able to see the 
woman open her luscious mouth and take his horny prick in. 

"Yeah, lady, do that for me," Tommy urged, forgetting Susan's name for the 
moment. "That feels so damned good. You don't know what you're doing to me. 
Come on, just do it for a few minutes. I won't come in your mouth if you 
don't want me to." 

Susan smiled inwardly as she moved her mouth on top of the throbbing organ. 
It was touching to hear the boy trying to talk her into something she was 
dying to do. Of course he would come in her mouth, shoot a wad of hot 
frothing semen between her parted lips. It was what he wanted and there was 
no doubt in Susan's mind that she wanted the very same thing. 

Tommy shuddered as he felt, the woman's thick red lips being pressed against 
the tip of his cock. It would be so easy to come on the spot, to let his 
lust rampage without inhibition. On the other hand, he would have been a 
fool to do that, not to take full advantage of the woman's attentions. Tommy 
closed his eyes as he felt Susan's hot lips and tongue turning him on, 
wanting the whole experience to last as long as possible. 

Susan surrounded the head of her lover's cock with her rouged lips, not 
caring what she looked like in the process. A few seconds later, she brushed 
her long flaxen hair behind her shoulders, so that the boy could watch her 
in action. His eyes were closed for the moment but soon he was sure to want 
to watch as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. 

She lowered her head slightly, taking in the first three inches of Tom's 
cock. Her mouth was full now but Susan was not yet satisfied. She could see 
that her lover had a good six thick inches of cock and she wanted every 
millimeter of it throbbing in her throat. Susan lowered her head more, 
taking in the huge weapon a little at a time for the next few seconds. 

Tommy felt his cock disappearing into that insatiable mouth, turned on 
without surcease by the woman's incredibly sensitive lips and tongue. A few 
seconds later he opened his eyes, seeing that his prick had vanished 
completely. Susan's teeth were digging gently into the base of his rod while 
her soft red lips were pressed firmly against his tangled black pubic hair. 

Once more, Susan was completely satisfied with her progress. The boy was 
evidently amazed at her ability to swallow the full six inches of his cock, 
which was now throbbing in her throat. She maintained that position for a 
few seconds and then moved her head up again, letting the shiny, taut organ 
slide part way out, where she could work on it more easily and efficiently. 

Her head began to bob up and down like a machine, servicing the full length 
of Tommy's cock over and over again. Now the thick shaft was covered with a 
sticky bath of her warm saliva, hot and heavy in her greedy mouth. Susan 
curled her tongue around the head again, knowing that within a few moments 
the boy would be ready to fire his wad. 

Susan pulled at the heavy cock with all her strength, her jaw a little tired 
from the effort of taking him in. Her lips were stretched out of shape but 
that didn't slow the horny woman down for a second. No, the boy was almost 
ready and she had so many more tricks to show her handsome young lover. 

"I'm almost there," Tommy moaned, no longer aware of what he was saying. 
"Just do that for a few seconds more and I'll come all over you. I swear I 
will, you beautiful bitch. Come on, baby, I want to come in your mouth." 

Susan continued her work, turned on by the boy's words. Her tits were 
pressed against Tom's groin and she could feel the come leaking out of her 
own pussy. Yes, the boy would come in her mouth but that was nothing to 
worry about. Young boys were always more virile than older men. Undoubtedly 
Tom would be able to fuck her a few moments after she was done sucking him 
off. 

She could feel the big prick getting stiffer in her mouth, a sure sign that 
the boy was almost there. Susan bent her head down, concentrating intensely 
on bringing the boy to a shattering climax. Her lips and tongue continued to 
torture the healthy young cock and then she could taste the first drop of 
come leaking slowly out of the tip of that irresistible organ. 

Tom lunged his prick forward, his face covered with sweat, every muscle in 
his body on edge. He stared directly at Susan as she took his cock into her 
mouth for the last time, the big organ jerking and bucking as it went 
through its paces. Susan refused to let the boy back up an inch now that she 
had brought his prick to a state of violet explosion. 

Her mouth was soon swimming in come, gulping down the saline juices as 
quickly as Tom could produce them. Susan relished the taste of a man's 
secretions, especially a handsome young stud like Tommy Cullen. He shot once 
and then exploded again, giving the woman all the semen she could possibly 
desire, filling her mouth with the hot frothing fluids. 

Susan kept her head in position for the next few moments, waiting for her 
lover's passion to wane. She licked and sucked Tom's thick cock for a few 
seconds and then finally allowed it to slide out from her lips, coated with 
saliva, as thick and hard as it had been when they'd started. 

"To think that I came down here to complain about noise," Susan stated a few 
seconds later, a smile gracing her lovely face. "I certainly didn't expect 
it to end up like this." 

"Me either," Tommy answered candidly. "I mean, we have so many hassles with 
that fucking landlord you wouldn't believe it. It was all I needed having 
one of the other tenants complain. He would have evicted us for sure." 

Susan stared at her young lover for the next few moments, not saying a word, 
thinking over what had happened during the last hour. She had stayed up late 
to read and then had been disturbed by the sound of the boy's drumming. 
Several times in the recent past, Susan had seen Tommy and the other members 
of his rock band carrying their instruments into the apartment. This was the 
first time they had bothered her. 

Susan Chambers was not the sort of woman to bother her neighbors about a 
little noise. Although she had little interest in rock music, Susan had 
never minded having the band in her building. The boys had always been 
friendly and polite and seemed to do most of their rehearsing during the 
day, while she was out working or at the library. 

That particular night she had been in a bad mood. A lack of work and a call 
from her former husband had been enough to torpedo Susan's usually high 
spirits. Robert could be a real pain in the ass that way, bugging her at 
least once a week with his entreaties and endless streams of good advice. 
Alright, it was difficult for a woman to make it on her own, but anything 
would have been better than going back to Robert. 

Six years of marriage, Susan remembered, snuggling closer to her young lover 
on the bare, lumpy mattress. She had met Robert during college and they had 
hit it off from the start. Bright, mature, successful, good looking; any 
freshman girl would have found Robert Warner appealing. Susan had fallen for 
him hook, line and sinker, completely taken in by his charm. 

Robert had been graduated at the end of Susan's first year of college, 
staying in the small town to take a teaching job. Soon his ambitions had led 
him back to the city, taking the girl with him, not caring that he was 
ending Susan's education. He had made plenty of money those first few years 
and Susan remembered that she had indeed been reasonably happy. 

But then things had started to go sour. Robert wanted to dominate her 
completely, wanted an old-fashioned wife whose ambitions extended no further 
than housekeeping and motherhood. That had been their first argument, the 
issue of raising a family. Susan had insisted on completing her education 
first, while Robert had been impatient and uncompromising. 

It had dragged on like that for a full six years, during which time Susan 
had lost contact with her friends and past life. Then, when they had had one 
fight too many, she had left Robert, moved to another city, intending to 
make it on her own. It had been pretty rough those first few years. 

Susan's first impulse had been to find another man, one who would be more 
understanding, less authoritarian than Robert. She had tried repeatedly, 
going out on a series of dates and striking up an endless string of 
relationships. Each man was worse than the last, in his own unique way. It 
had taken another four years to convince Susan that she had to make it 
completely on her own. 

That brought Susan Chambers right up to the present. She lived alone, 
supporting herself with a series of part time jobs. Four years of night 
classes had earned her a college degree but that didn't seem to make it any 
easier to find a good job. At the present time she was thirty-four years 
old, working as a freelance proofreader, barely able to keep body and soul 
together. 

That particular night, Susan had been in a rotten mood. She showered quickly 
and then mixed herself a drink, rather an unusual procedure for her. Just as 
she had settled down with the classified section of the newspaper. Tommy's 
drumming had started, ruining her concentration completely. 

Susan had thrown down the newspaper and then dressed herself quickly, 
wearing the same outfit she had donned while going out to look for new work 
assignments. Tommy had greeted her at the door, apologizing for the noise, 
inviting the woman to come in and sit down to talk for a few minutes. 

After that, things had happened rather quickly. Susan had found herself 
strongly attracted to Tom Cullen from the first. The handsome lad had joked 
with her, treated Susan like a person. Despite the age difference between 
them, Susan had found it most pleasant to become friendly with Tommy. 

But there was no time for further reflection on Susan's part. Tommy had 
seduced her or she had seduced him, but in any case they were naked together 
on the mattress and now the boy was moving closer to" her again, his stiff 
prick digging into her hips, obviously ready to go all the way with Susan 
Chambers. 

Susan snuggled against her young lover, knowing that Tom's prick had lost 
none of its tautness or tension. She reached down and grabbed the magic 
wand, feeling another surge of strength pass through her own tired body. It 
had been years since she had fucked a man younger than herself but that was 
all over. It looked like they were going to go at it for real this time. 

Tommy was more active the second time around, grabbing Susan's big, soft 
tits, wondering a little about the woman who had put out for him so easily. 
Susan was rather a strange creature, older than himself but not distant like 
most women of her generation. She dressed rather straight but wore a minimum 
of makeup and seemed inclined to act rather casually. 

He ran his hands along Susan's body, finally stopping at the woman's cunt. 
There was no doubt in Tommy's mind that Susan was the best thing that had 
happened to him in months. At the age of thirty five, her body was still 
firm and muscular and inviting, especially her big soft tits and broad, 
fanning hips. Yes, it was going to be a pleasure to sink his rock-hard cock 
between the moist labia he was now fingering. 

Tommy worked his fingers into Susan's cunt without hesitation, knowing that 
the woman was with him every step of the way. She had her eyes closed for 
the moment and that allowed him to run his eyes from her lovely face to her 
voluptuous body. Susan was tall and shapely, narrow waisted with slightly 
broad shoulders. Her cunt was blonde like the rest of her, the curly tresses 
tangling moistly around the boy's probing fingers. 

A few seconds later, Tommy was ready to fuck. He had two fingers shoved into 
the willing woman's twat and she seemed to like it just fine, moaning with 
lust, pressing herself close against him. Those huge tits continued to 
tickle and torment him, rubbing into Tommy's chest, not letting him relax 
for a second. There was only one way to deal with a woman like Susan. 

"Are you ready?" he asked a few seconds later. 

"I really want to fuck you, Susan. I want you to come all over me." 

"That makes two of us," Susan answered, smiling openly at her eager young 
lover. "Just take things slow and easy. I'm all yours, so there's nothing to 
worry about." 

It felt good to be in the driver's seat for once, Susan reflected. Most men 
liked to dominate a woman, make her feel like an inexperienced child. Tommy, 
on the other hand, seemed to look to her for guidance, despite the fact that 
he was obviously no virgin. In any case, he was turning her on with his 
probing fingers and she was ready to satisfy her lust entirely. 

Tommy mounted the woman a few seconds later, sinking his slender body onto 
Susan's torso, holding his stiff prick in his right hand. Susan parted her 
slender hairless thighs for the boy, turned on completely by his presence, 
knowing that she was going to celebrate her own orgasm in record time. 

The heavy organ bent slightly as it was stuffed into Susan's waiting fuck 
box. She sighed with relief as Tommy started to fuck her, far more slowly 
and sensitively than she had had any right to expect. His prick seemed to 
fill her completely, alive and moving, stimulating every available inch of 
her vulva. Yes, it was great to be fucked by the handsome young musician. 

Soon their bodies were cemented together with sweat, moving with perfect 
synchronicity on the uncomfortable mattress. By that time Susan had forgot 
where she was. Her eyes were closed and it was easy to bear the young man's 
modest weight, to feel his prick going deeper inside her with every 
impassioned stroke. 

"That's it, you can fuck me as hard as you want," Susan encouraged her young 
lover. "It feels great when you put it all the way into me. Come on, Tommy, 
fuck me, fuck me hard." 

Once again, Tommy was more than willing to oblige his mistress. He had been 
holding back for a few moments, afraid of premature ejaculation, but after 
the blow job Susan had given him that was not going to be a problem. The 
woman wanted to be fucked hard and that was in perfect accord with his own 
desires. 

Tommy slammed his prick in as hard as he could, looking down to see it 
disappear into Susan's pubic bush. His jet-black hair was pasted to Tommy's 
forehead as he gave his lust free rein. He was not yet ready to come, would 
have no trouble bringing the voluptuously built woman to orgasm first. 

Tommy whaled his prick into the clinging, waiting hole, feeling Susan 
starting to move beneath him. It had been good while she was passive, a 
thousand times better now that the older woman was using some of her tricks, 
digging her ass into the lumpy mattress and undulating her hips 
provocatively from side to side. It seemed possible that they would come 
together. 

Susan continued to control the action, bringing her lover to the verge of 
ecstasy and then drawing him back again. She clamped her cunt muscles down 
around the thick shaft of muscle that was probing her so well and then 
loosened her grip, allowing her lover to move as freely as he desired. 

She felt as if she could come at any time but it was so much nicer to fight 
her orgasm, prolong the anticipatory delight as long as possible. 

She wrapped her agile legs around Tommy's back, drawing the boy closer to 
her own lusting body. He was cool and smooth despite the heat of the 
apartment, his body like that of a swimmer. Susan kissed her young lover at 
that point, her tongue sliding directly into Tommy's sweet, gaping mouth. 

Now she had the boy completely in her power, her muscular thighs holding him 
exactly in position. Tommy stopped moving for a few seconds, loving the feel 
of Susan's cunt as it tried to milk the come out of his overloaded prick. 
Yes, it was great to be with a woman who knew what she was doing, who knew 
how to drive a man half out of his mind with lust. 

A few seconds later, Susan was ready to come. She gripped her young lover 
tight, her arms around his shoulders, her ankles crisscrossed on his firm 
white buttocks. Her cunt was on fire now, opening and closing around the 
thick rod, trying to draw every inch of it into her hungry vulva. 

Tommy began to move against just as Susan's orgasm began, sensing that his 
work had been done and done well. He shoved his cock in with increasing 
speed and violence just as Susan's contractions began. It was great to look 
down at the woman, to see her eyes staring straight ahead as her body went 
through its contortions. For her part, Susan's mind was blank to all but the 
waves of sensual gratification that threatened to engulf her. 

She came and then came again, each spasm stronger and more shattering than 
its predecessor. Susan could feel the thick fluid leaking out of her cunt, 
coating her lover's prick and then trickling down onto her naked thighs. He 
had fucked her incredibly well, given her one of her best orgasms in years. 

Once again, Susan had no time to ponder what was happening to her. As soon 
as her orgasm had ended, Tommy began to fuck her faster and more urgently 
than before, his prick lubricated by the copious flow of Susan's pussy 
juice. A few seconds more and it would all be over for both of them. 

Susan continued to move with her handsome young lover, wanting to give the 
boy the best cum of his life. Her legs were still clenched around Tommy's 
midsection but that was not stopping him from slamming his cock in and out 
of her cunt with incredible violence as he approached the point of no 
return. 

One more stroke and the boy was there, slamming his prick in harder than 
ever, letting it explode in the deepest recesses of Susan's clinging twat. 
The woman lay there without moving, feeling the power transferred from one 
body to the other, knowing that she had satisfied Tommy beyond his wildest 
dreams. 

The come rocketed into her pussy like a live volcano, once again overloading 
Susan's contracted cunt. She watched as the boy removed his prick, seeing 
the thick fluids course out of her box and forming a sticky puddle on her 
thighs and the mattress below. It was all over now, one hell of a way to 
spend an evening. 

I guess I ought to be going now," Susan told her young lover. "I won't bug 
you about the noise any more; you can be sure of that." 

"Hey, don't split yet," Tommy answered, getting quickly to his feet. "If I'm 
not going to rehearse, you have to stay and keep me company. It's only 
fair." 

Five minutes later, Susan Chambers let Tommy into her apartment. As long as 
they were going to spend the night together it was best to do it in privacy, 
rather than be disturbed by the other boys who shared the downstairs 
apartment. Susan undressed immediately, knowing that there was no point 
being shy or coquettish with the boy after she had already blown and fucked 
him that evening. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Susan Chambers stood alone and confused in the busy offices of BIG BEAT 
magazine, wondering if she had done right in taking Tom Cullen up on his 
word. It was hard as hell to get proofreading assignments that year and the 
magazine was a profitable enterprise, but it seemed unlikely that they would 
want a woman of her age. As far as Susan could tell, she was at least a 
decade older than anybody else in the teeming office. 

Still, Tom had shown a touching concern for her welfare since the night they 
had spent together. Fascinated by the woman's background and ability to live 
alone and be self-supporting, he had suggested the next day that she go for 
an interview at his favorite magazine. Better yet, Tommy had a slight 
acquaintance with one of the editors, Mike Travers. 

Susan had dressed herself more carefully than usual that day, choosing an 
outfit that she hoped would make her look young. Generally, Susan took 
little care of her clothing and personal appearance, knowing that her 
natural good looks would make a favorable impression most of the time. She 
felt somewhat uncomfortable and out of place for the first-few minutes. 

She stood in a short blue skirt that barely covered the top halves of her 
shapely thighs, her bare knees dimpled and appealing. A pair of simple shoes 
and a low-cut blouse completed the ensemble, along with a small, black 
leather handbag. Susan had eschewed cosmetics for the day, guessing 
correctly that a casual appearance would stand her in better stead. 

Finally she gathered her courage and approached the receptionist, a dazzling 
young blonde encamped behind three telephones and a formidable pile of 
manuscripts and other papers. The girl looked at Susan without comprehension 
but was quick to answer her questions. Yes, Mr. Travers was expecting her, 
would be ready for the interview in just a few more minutes. 

Susan was pleased with her first impressions of the office. It seemed like 
dozens of youngsters were hanging around, all of them talking loudly, using 
an argot with which she was only marginally familiar. She heard a lot of 
half familiar names being bandied about but spend most of her time staring 
at the posters and advertisements that covered the dark blue walls. 

Finally Susan was called in for her interview. Mike Travers' office was at 
the far end of a long, narrow corridor, set apart from the rest of the 
cubicles. Joni, the secretary-receptionist, knocked at the door and then 
disappeared, smiling at Susan and wishing her luck in a fairly sincere tone 
of voice. 

"Take a seat," Mike Travers announced, laying down the telephone receiver 
and glancing with distaste at a business letter that lay unfolded before 
him. His desk was piled high with undone paperwork, offending Susan's sense 
of order, but Mike himself seemed a pleasant enough lad, with his long hair, 
pale green eyes and air of amused detachment. 

"I'm sorry I couldn't see you this morning when you called," Mike continued, 
staring at the woman directly, not failing to notice Susan's high-riding 
skirt. "We've been busy as hell. You know, we run this joint as sort of a 
cooperative, but sometimes I wish somebody around here knew about business. 

"I can't help much that way," Susan replied, crossing her knees and smiling 
back at the busy lad. "I'm just a proofreader. I'm pretty good at that, if 
you think you can use me." 

"What do you know about rock music?" Mike asked, scratching his chin and 
disturbing the thin reddish stubble that he had evidently been cultivating 
for some time. "Shit, you don't have to know much, just a few names and song 
titles." 

"I guess you could say I'm a little old for that sort of thing," Susan 
answered modestly. "More from the Presley era. But I do have a certain 
technical expertise with manuscripts." 

The conversation continued, interrupted repeatedly by the telephone. Susan 
was soon confirmed in her initial judgment of the magazine. Everybody seemed 
to be working hard but mostly at cross purposes, with a definite lack of 
organization. Still, that was none of her business, certainly not until she 
had been hired. 

During the interview, Susan got to know quite a bit about Mike Travers. A 
recent high school graduate, he had decided to get directly into magazine 
work rather than going on to college. He and Tom had been musicians 
together, but Mike had decided that his future didn't lie in that area. He 
had been with the magazine for over a year, despite the fact that he had 
just turned eighteen. Susan couldn't help but be impressed. 

"I don't understand," Mike concluded a few minutes later. "You're a college 
grad, you have all the qualifications. Why do you want to work for us? They 
pay's pure shit, you know." 

"I don't like to work for just anybody," Susan explained, smiling to mollify 
her strong words. "Besides, I'm tired of old men and old magazines. I'd like 
to get into something new." 

Satisfied, Mike asked the woman to go through a few manuscripts with him, 
bending low over a work worktable and rapidly explaining the operation of 
the monthly magazine. Aside from covering concerts and other live 
appearances, BIG BEAT reviewed rock records, conducted opinion polls and 
generally sought to speak for its large, young readership. 

Susan found her admiration for Mike and his enterprise growing. The boy was 
incredibly energetic, with an unlimited capacity for hard work and 
self-sacrifice. Lunch hour came around but he remained in the office, asking 
Susan if she wanted to send out for a sandwich. It became obvious to the 
woman that she was going to land some sort of job that day. 

Eventually the office seemed to clear and the telephone rang with far less 
frequency. Lunch arrived and Susan sat beside her young employer on a broken 
down but quite comfortable sofa, biting into her sandwich with relish. She 
liked everything about the magazine and was looking forward to her first 
assignment. 

"What a fucking bitch of a day," Mike commented, finishing his meal. "I 
could really use a break. You won't be scandalized or anything if I offer 
you a joint, will you? It's sort of our answer to the three o'clock 
martini." 

I hate to admit it but I've never smoked grass before," Susan answered with 
a candid smile. "Not that I'm against it or anything. It's just that the 
people I know don't indulge." 

"No time like the present to start," Mike answered, staring at the woman 
with increasing interest. "I don't know where you've been all these years, 
but better late than never." 

Susan accepted the smoldering joint, sniffing at it before placing it in 
between her lips. Never a heavy drinker or smoker, she soon felt the mild 
narcotic affecting her strongly, making her head swim and her senses reel. 
It was nice to be alone in the small, crowded office, the most exciting 
thing that had happened in to her in years, with the exception of the night 
she had so recently spent with Tom Cullen. 

The joint was soon replaced by a second number, and Susan found that it was 
easy to acclimate herself to the new form of inebriation. Marijuana was a 
bit of a disappointment in that it did not affect her too powerfully, but it 
was a lot of fun to do something that offbeat, particularly with Mike 
Travers, who seemed more and more interested in getting to know her better. 

The boy moved closer on the couch, unable to tear his eyes from the ever 
rising hemline of Susan's miniskirt. He had been impressed by the woman 
right off the bat, turned on by her big tits and broad shapely ass, amused 
by her detachment and cool rationality. It was possible to seduce a woman 
like that, he decided, and with a minimum of difficulty. 

Susan noticed that the boy was getting physical with her, touching her hands 
and arms at every opportunity. It wasn't a good idea to start off a business 
relationship on that footing, but she found that it just didn't matter. They 
were having a good time together and there were some things more important 
than money. 

"First you get me stoned, then you seduce me," Susan giggled, not knowing 
why she found it so amusing. "Really, I feel like a wicked old woman, taking 
terrible advantage of you." 

"You're really a gas," Mike answered. "I thought you'd be uptight as shit. I 
mean, the way you're dressed and everything." 

Susan thought she knew exactly what the boy had in mind. Her clothing was a 
little ridiculous, being that of neither an adult nor an adolescent. But it 
had always been hard for her to dress when she considered herself part of no 
group, having no particular image that she wanted to convey. At least the 
sophisticated young editor was not going to hold that against her. 

Mike moved in for the kill, kissing Susan immediately. He had indeed been 
turned on by the woman, curious about her strangely indifferent mentality. 
Most people had some sort of ax to grind but Susan was in a class by 
herself. It really didn't matter to the woman whether she got the job or 
not, whether they fucked or didn't. She seemed to take life as it came, not 
bothering with the excess baggage of preconceived notions about its purpose. 

Susan stood up and started to undress, forgetting about the preliminary 
stages of seduction. The boy wanted to fuck her and she liked him quite 
well. That was all there was to it, with no strings attached. Why waste time 
playing games when you could spend it so much more enjoyably making love? 

Once again, Susan found it impossible to repress her laughter. It was silly 
to strip in the boy's office. Anyone could walk in on them, interrupt them 
in midstream. And the boy was only a year older than her other lover, 
exactly half Susan's age. Nonetheless, they were drawn to one another and 
that was amusing, too. Life could be a lot of fun if you took it the right 
way. 

Susan fumbled with her skirt and blouse, tripping over her own shoes as she 
stripped. She was never at her best in situations like that, always finding 
something to laugh about at the wrong time. However, Mike seemed with her in 
spirit, not making a big deal of sex, ready to enjoy himself simply and 
directly. 

Finally Susan managed to remove her clothing, plumping clumsily down on the 
sofa beside her newest lover. Mike stared at the woman with surprise. Susan 
had looked just fine in her miniskirt but she was a hundred times better in 
the raw, her awkwardness overcome by the natural grace of her magnificent 
body, her eyes shining beautifully with lust and desire. 

He got out of his own clothing in record time, knowing better than Susan how 
likely it was for them to be interrupted. Kicking the remaining manuscripts 
onto the filthily carpeted floor, Mike took Susan in his arms, holding the 
woman close, wondering if the grass would bother her or enhance her 
sensuality, knowing that it could go either way. 

Susan could not have been more pleased with the way things were turning out. 
Job interviews were usually a drag, a charade that left her filled with 
disgust and self-hatred. Now she was doing what was natural: making love to 
a handsome young boy. More companies should be run according to those 
principles, she decided, as she felt Mike's long pink tongue slide into her 
mouth. 

The boy's hands moved down to Susan's tits, caressing the heavy round boobs, 
manipulating the nipples until they had turned dark and red and puckered. 
His prick got hard almost immediately, rammed against Susan's thigh, turning 
the woman on in a flash. Susan wanted to reach down for his cock but kept 
her impulses in check for a few moments longer. 

Mike continued to play with Susan's tantalizing tits awhile longer, finally 
sliding his hand down to the woman's parted ivory thighs. His hand covered 
her cunt and then one long index finger glided into Susan's twat as if 
guided by radar. The older woman leaned back, expelling her breath audibly, 
perfectly content to leave things to her lover for the nonce. 

Mike allowed himself to slide off the couch so that he was on his knees 
before Susan Chambers, his head parallel to her wide open pussy. He held the 
woman's thighs apart with strong hands and then protruded his tongue, 
immediately making contact with her labia and clitoris. Susan knew right 
away that they were going to make it together successfully. 

She stared down at the editor as his tongue moved deeper into her gaping 
pussy. Mike wasn't as handsome as Tom, but he seemed stronger and more 
virile, powerfully built with a prick that was surprisingly long and thick. 
He also seemed to know just what he wanted from a woman, an experienced lad 
who was going to turn her on just fine once he got down to business. 

Mike moved his tongue against Susan's clitoris, teasing and licking the tiny 
pink bud until it had filled with blood and swelled to twice its normal 
size. His red hair hid his face from view but Susan did not have to watch 
any longer. She could tell that Mike knew what he was doing, that the boy 
was capable of bringing her to orgasm by eating her hungry twat. 

He used his long red tongue carefully and well, curling the organ around 
Susan's clitty, causing the woman to moan with pleasure. Soon he shifted to 
her vulva, holding the woman's labia apart with his long powerful fingers, 
insinuating his tongue into the breach. His face was soon coated with 
Susan's warm secretions but that did not slow Mike down for a second. 

Soon Susan tired of the game, knowing that she wanted something larger and 
firmer inside her insatiable fuck box. She caressed Mike's strong shoulders 
for a few seconds and then pushed the boy's head away, smiling broadly, her 
other hand caressing her large firm tits. 

Mike raised himself up a little further, trying to fuck Susan while still on 
his knees on the floor. It was a comedy of errors for the next few minutes 
until Susan decided that it would be wise for her to help the boy, get into 
a position that would make her pussy more accessible. 

"Fuck me from behind," she stated. "This' couch is a damned death trap. I 
keep thinking I'm going to get impaled on one of the springs. Come on, I 
really want you now." 

So saying, Susan Chambers rolled over onto all fours on the couch, barely 
able to keep from falling. Mike looked at her for a second, delighted to see 
the woman's cunt and asshole peeping out from between her snowy white 
buttocks. It would be great to fuck her in that position, assuming that they 
would be able to keep their balance for more than a few seconds. 

Mike caressed Susan's ass, moving his hands back and forth over the 
amazingly smooth skin, occasionally letting his finger rub against her tiny 
pink bunghole. Susan seemed to like that sort of foreplay but it was obvious 
that the woman needed stronger medicine, was dying to feel his cock inside 
her. 

Holding on to the back of the rickety sofa, Mike swung his powerfully 
muscled body into position. From behind, Susan seemed a teenager herself, 
her firm flesh and unblemished skin showing up beautifully under the 
fluorescent light. He held his prick in the cleft of those magnificent 
buttocks, sliding it up and down until it was resting comfortably between 
cunt and asshole. 

"Cut it out," Susan stated with mock anger. 

"How long do I have to wait to get fucked around here?" 

A number of answers flashed through Mike's mind but the horny lad was far 
too preoccupied to bother articulating any of them. He held his rigid prick 
in hand and then slowly guided it between the narrow opening of Susan's 
labia, going slowly and carefully, wanting to drain every ounce of enjoyment 
from the procedure. Mike considered himself a sexual connoisseur and knew 
that he had found something special in Susan Chambers. 

Susan groaned with relief as she felt his cock being shot home inside her 
twat. The grass had started to disorient her but now Mike's rod had brought 
her pleasantly back to reality. Nothing could have been more reassuring in 
those strange circumstances than the firm feel of seven inches of cock 
throbbing within her. 

Mike rested his rock-hard belly against Susan's ripe, firm buttocks, his 
prick reaching the very bottom of her vaginal canal. Reaching around, he 
took the woman's tits in hand, weighing the luscious globes and fondling 
them roughly. Susan bent her head like a horse, nuzzling at the caressing 
hands, starting to move her ass and contract her cunt muscles. 

At that point, Mike removed his prick halfway from Susan's twat, wanting to 
feel himself sucked back in by her powerful sphincter muscles. His hand was 
pressed firmly against the small of Susan's back but immediately he felt an 
irresistible pull at his prick, which began to disappear into the hole it 
had so recently vacated. No doubt about it, Susan knew how to use her 
voluptuous body as well as any woman he had ever fucked. 

He began to fuck Susan with short quick strokes, his prick never leaving her 
cunt completely. The heavy rod seemed to get harder and then longer inside 
Susan as she moved with her energetic young lover. She felt slightly numb 
from the grass but that was not going to be a problem. In fact it seemed to 
be prolonging what was proving to be an incredibly pleasant bout of 
lovemaking. 

Susan shook her tits free from the boy's grasping hands and then returned 
the favor, stretching her lithe arms until her fingers had touched the hairy 
skin of Mike's balls. The scrotum seemed amazingly heavy, each ball bulging 
in her hand. Susan squeezed the vulnerable burden gently, finding her mouth 
watering copiously as her passion continued to mount. 

Mike stepped up the pace at that point, shoving his prick as far as it would 
go inside Susan's clinging hole and then leaving it there, pressing his full 
weight against her soft, pillowy buttocks. Susan strained with her lover, 
feeling completely gratified, every part of her cunt distended and 
sensitive. Then Mike pulled his cock out and the race began anew. 

The heavy organ buckled as it slid out of Susan's cunt, soon to be 
re-inserted into that welcoming orifice. Susan gasped as the boy started to 
fuck her harder, his stomach crashing into her ass, his prick making an 
audible sloshing noise as it hit home against the very bottom of her vaginal 
channel. 

Susan's orgasm took the experienced woman by surprise. It had started to 
build up and then had ebbed again, leaving her with a pleasant, somewhat 
numb feeling. Then Mike had started her up again with his long, fast, deep 
thrusting strokes, had triggered a reserve of passion that could no longer 
be denied. 

Susan held her breath as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She could feel her arms 
and legs going stiff, then relaxing suddenly as the familiar spasms began. 
Her cunt imprisoned Mike's prick and then she was able to let go completely, 
feel her body being drained of all tension and frustration. Susan's orgasm 
built up in intensity, seeming to feed on itself, dragging on and on until 
she thought she would pass out before its conclusion. 

However, her passion had been sated rather than aggravated. Soon she felt 
her lust starting to wane, although each stroke was as powerful and 
stimulating as the one that had preceded it. She noticed that she was still 
moving with her lover, as she had been through the course of her orgasm. 
Also, there was none of the usual letdown Susan had experienced after a 
climax. 

"That was real nice," Mike gasped in an understatement. "Shit, you really 
know how to move, but slow down for a few seconds. It's hard for me to keep 
my prick inside you." 

Susan obeyed her lover without question. It felt nice to use her muscles but 
now he had to take over, master her completely before shooting his own load. 
The one was as good as the other, a situation in which Susan could not lose. 
She continued to move with her virile young lover, but at a more measured 
pace, taking her cues from the boy's own rapid movements. 

Mike withdrew his prick most of the way from Susan's cunt and then slammed 
it in again, twisting his hips as he struck home. It was as if he had not 
been satisfied with Susan's first climax, wanted the woman to come all over 
again. Susan knew that that was not very likely to happen but there was 
nothing wrong with what her lover was doing. She let go of the boy's balls, 
knowing that she had already done her work sufficiently well to give him an 
orgasm truly to remember. 

Mike pumped harder, his prick jerking furiously in and out of Susan's 
clinging twat. Finally he shot his cock home for the last time, hitting 
bottom, letting the engorged tip rest against Susan's tight pussy walls. The 
come rocketed out of the tip of his rod with all the force of a geyser, 
splashing inside the woman, soothing Susan's burning inner tissues. 

The boy continued to pump for a few seconds longer, until his prick began to 
go soft, blood draining reluctantly from its gnarled veins. Then he 
withdrew, standing back from the sofa until Susan was able to turn over and 
sit comfortably. Joining her on the couch, it was obvious to see that the 
boy was not done yet, had other sexual activities on his mind. 

"Not yet. Give me a break," Susan stated gently, pushing the boy away. "I 
have to take a rest after that. You gave me one hell of a workout with that 
huge thing of yours." 

"Yeah, you were something else yourself," Mike answered, mopping sweat from 
his neck and chest. "You really know how to turn a man on, Susan. I can't 
help wanting you again." 

"Then let's sixty-nine or something," Susan suggested, seeing that her 
lover's cock had started to swell again. "I feel like you hollowed me out 
for keeps last time. How about it? We'll go slow and easy, right here on the 
couch." 

It was an offer that Mike was not about to refuse. He had already eaten the 
woman's twat, but only fox a few seconds before fucking her. The thought of 
having his prick ensconced between those thick sensual lips easily 
compensated his disappointment at not being able to fuck Susan again. Yes, 
the two of them could get it on with oral sex, no problem at all. 

Susan lay on her side on the couch, gripping Mike by the shoulder and 
dragging his head down to her pussy. Their positions were reversed, so that 
it was easy for her to reach her tongue out and lick the still swollen tip 
of his cock. Two seconds later she could feel Mike going to work on her own 
genital apparatus. 

The long thick tongue immediately soothed Susan's pussy walls as even a 
copious shot of semen had failed to do. Mike seemed to be a real expert at 
cunnilingus and she was probably not the first girl who had begged off a 
second fuck with the well endowed lad. His prick seemed bigger than ever as 
Susan took it between her lips, barely able to frame huge purple crown. 

However, the thick organ moved relentlessly forward, causing Susan's jaw to 
ache as she struggled to take it in. This was one young lover who would not 
be so easy to handle, she knew, despite the fact that he would not be long 
in coming. No, it was a real struggle to handle his thick cock without 
choking, even though Mike was doing everything he could to make it easy for 
her. 

The boy's tongue was now fully inserted in Susan's box, licking and pulling 
at the tender, moist membranes, giving her no chance to relax or 
concentrate. Susan felt herself buzzing again, carried away on a cloud of 
intoxication and sensuality. Now it was simple to handle the huge cock that 
was jammed into her throat. Her lips and tongue could tame it with ease, 
control the huge organ until it was ready to explode. 

Susan tightened her abdominal muscles, feeling her body in a new and 
devastatingly stimulating way. She ground herself against her young lover, 
wanting to take Mike's entire head into her greedy twat. All the while his 
prick continued to go deeper into her mouth. Susan had already learned to 
regulate her breathing to the pulsations of the heavy, plunging prick. 

It was cramped and sweaty on the couch, with both lovers in danger of 
falling at any given moment. Susan twisted her body in order to secure her 
position and then had to turn again as she felt her lover slipping away. It 
was a real challenge to make it on that sofa but she was digging every 
minute of it. 

Susan allowed her lover's cock to slide out of her mouth for a moment, 
knowing that she needed a rest before his orgasm. It was easy to keep the 
boy turned on by licking and caressing the huge, angry-looking organ, 
treating it like a giant candy cane. Susan's tongue traveled the length of 
his cockshaft, starting at the hairy, knotted base and moving slowly to the 
purple crown. 

Then Susan began to lick her handsome lover's balls, doubling her tongue 
over and using the very tip to caress the contracted skin. She could hear 
Mike grunting with delight, obviously a boy who liked novelty. Soon she 
opened her mouth and swallowed Mike's heavy, distended balls, careful not to 
let her sharp white teeth dig into the vulnerable spheres. 

All the while, Mike Travers used his lips and tongue to their best 
advantage, trying desperately to ignore the way Susan was turning him on 
with her talented mouth. He slid his tongue as far as it would go into the 
woman's dripping box and then held it there, feeling the muscles contracting 
strongly. 

A few moments later, just as Susan had let go of his balls and gone back to 
work on the young editor's throbbing prick, Mike began to pay special 
attention to Susan's clitty, biting into the swollen organ, knowing that it 
would bring the sensual woman that much closer to her second orgasm of the 
afternoon. 

However, it was Mike who was the first to come. As soon as his prick was 
back in Susan's mouth the boy felt a rush of virility pass through his 
entire body. He shoved his prick in hard, not caring if he impaled his older 
mistress. It was impossible to think in that position, impossible to do 
anything but wait for the fire in his cock and balls to cool. 

The come shot out of his prick and directly into Susan's waiting mouth. At 
first she was able to swallow the boy's semen but then it became too much 
for her. Susan allowed the huge prick to slide out of her mouth while it was 
still spurting, receiving the rest of the shot on her lovely face and 
heaving tits. 

A few seconds later Susan's endurance ran out. The boy's tongue was inside 
her pussy again, moving furiously, giving her no peace. Susan held her 
breath, amazed at her own orgasmic potential. She had always enjoyed sex, 
but it was something out of the ordinary with Mike. He had turned her on as 
no man had ever done before. 

Eventually the lusty lad felt a wave of come washing into his open mouth. He 
gulped down the hot juices but continued to move his agile tongue until the 
woman's frantic movements had ceased entirely. Only then did he disengage 
his limbs, getting carefully off the rickety sofa and staring at Susan, his 
face a mask of fatigue and complete satisfaction. 

There was a noise in the corridor, causing both lovers to grab for their 
clothing as quickly as actors in a bedroom farce. Susan wore a broad smile 
on her lovely face, still stoned from her first grass experience, completely 
delighted with the way things had turned out that afternoon. 

"Hey, you never told me," she said a few seconds later, still buttoning her 
clothing. "Do I get the job or don't I?" 

You've got to be shitting me," Mike Travers panted. "How could I refuse 
after that scene? Just show up tomorrow morning and we'll see if I can find 
anything for you." 

"I'll be here at nine-thirty," Susan concluded, heading for the door. 
"Remember, I want to work at home. I don't like to get involved in office 
politics and other people's hassles." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

By the time Susan Chambers returned to her small apartment, the grass had 
worn off, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness and frustration. Susan was 
a self-aware woman and quickly realized that her bad mood wasn't 
self-imposed but a result of her new drug experience. Nonetheless it was 
hard to be enthusiastic about the lonely night that lay before her. 

Susan sat down before her expensive stereo console, one of the few 
self-indulgences she had ever allowed herself. Thumbing through a stack of 
impeccably kept records which contrasted strangely with the disorder of her 
other possessions, she removed Beethoven's Missa Solemnis from the pile and 
slipped it out of its jacket and onto the carefully calibrated turntable. 

It was not really strange, Susan considered, for her to fall into things. 
Despite her intelligence she had always been the passive type, never knowing 
what she wanted from life. Susan had always felt herself different from 
other people, neither a saint nor a pariah, merely different Her sexual 
habits were a perfect example of her drifting passivity. 

Susan Chambers had been approached by men since the age of twelve. Early to 
develop, she had been able to fathom the male psyche with little difficulty. 
However, despite the pleasure she took in sexual union, Susan rarely sought 
out attractive lovers or encouraged those who approached her. If a man 
wanted to fuck the delicate featured blonde he was in for a lot of steady 
effort and a good deal of initial frustration. 

Thus, Susan's sex life had been rather limited by an early marriage and a 
general disinclination to activity and commitment. There wa no doubt in the 
woman's mind that she would never marry again. Older men, despite their 
experience, were absolutely impossible, neurotic weaklings who would drive a 
woman crazy before satisfying her simple and direct bodily desires. 

However, it had been different of late, with Tommy Cullen and especially 
with Mike Travers. Both young men seemed to have shared her attitude towards 
sex, consciously or not. They were in it for pleasure, not romanticism or 
marriage or economic necessity or social pressure. They were free as she 
was, which came as rather a surprise to the reclusive woman. Perhaps she 
should have looked for younger lovers all along, Susan reflected.... 

The record stopped again, leaving Susan in a far better mood. Kicking her 
feet into a pair of shoes, the woman stopped briefly before a mirror, 
examining herself before walking down a single flight of stairs to Tom 
Cullen's apartment. 

Susan Chambers' face had not changed much since her own adolescence, only in 
relative terms. Now she looked younger than her chronological age. Her face, 
although undeniably lovely, had a half formed quality about it, a 
frustrating look of indecision and apathy. Still, Susan was pleased with 
that aspect of her appearance, would have had it no other way. 

Susan locked the door of her apartment and then walked with a firm athletic 
tread down the uncarpeted stairs of her building. She had lived in the 
building less than a year, was acquainted with no other tenant than Tom 
Cullen. Susan rather liked her neighborhood, though, a simple working class 
area where people seemed to have turned minding one's own business into an 
art form. 

The hall was deserted as she knocked on Tom's door, realizing immediately 
that they would not be able to hear her inside owing to the earsplitting 
rock music that was being played. Susan listened for a few moments, finding 
that she was growing fond of the noise. It was not Beethoven but it didn't 
try to be and certainly there was nothing wrong with the musical aspects of 
the uninhibited strains that reached her in the hall. 

Susan turned the doorknob, letting herself into the apartment. For the first 
moment she thought she was experiencing a return of her grass high, flashing 
all over again. A bank of speakers had been moved into the middle of the 
living room, a large flashing strobe light glinted maliciously overhead. 
There were people in the room, but none were visible. The music was 
evidently a tape recording of some earlier rehearsal session. 

Undaunted, Susan Chambers tried to accustom her eyes to the semidarkness and 
her ears to the loud roar of the super amplified rock music. It seemed that 
the apartment was empty but for the sound equipment, as unlikely as that 
seemed. However, a few seconds later Susan was able to distinguish sounds 
and make out a few shapes, realizing that the room was quite heavily 
occupied. 

Tom Cullen stood before her, stark naked and in an obvious state of arousal. 
Susan felt her knee striking a large rectangular speaker as she approached 
the boy, still trying to figure out what was going on around her. Soon Tommy 
addressed his neighbor directly, removing the last vestiges of mystery from 
the scene. 

"Hey, Sue, I didn't expect to see you again this soon," He began, his voice 
raised over the din. "We were having a rehearsal and it's turned into a 
party. Why don't you stick around?" by that point, Susan was sober and more 
cognizant of what was going on around her. She was able to recognize several 
of Tommy's friends and roommates, all in various stages of undress, 
accompanied by what must have been their girl friends. The heavy smell of 
incense soon revealed itself as a cover for the odor of a dozen joints of 
strong grass being passed around the room. 

"I guess I ought to go," Susan answered her young lover. "I don't want to 
interrupt your party." 

"Bullshit, stick around awhile," Tommy insisted, kissing the woman on her 
cheek. "I want you to tell me about that job and I want you to meet my 
friends. I was telling them all about you, and they all think you're a gas." 

Directly before Susan, practically at her feet, a young couple was making 
out furiously, stark naked and fucking on the floor. For the first few 
seconds Susan found herself affected by the scene. They were all so young an 
uninhibited, so different from herself. A few minutes later she was able to 
view the scene more sympathetically as the grass began to affect her. 

Susan watched the young couple carefully. They were fucking in ordinary 
fashion, the girl lying flat on her back, the boy's body wedged between her 
legs. It was a boy Susan had never seen before, a tall, good looking blonde 
lad. As much as she could see of the girl, she too seemed rather pretty and 
attractive. 

Soon Susan realized that she could not remain a passive spectator for long. 
Roger had moved closer to her on the couch, his hand resting on her thigh. 
It seemed strange to become sexually involved with a boy she had never met 
or spoken to before, but the grass had brought Susan up again and she felt 
ready to do anything, completely open to experience. 

Roger kissed her, his tongue protruding slowly and sensually into Susan's 
waiting mouth. It was still possibly to make out the other couples as she 
was seduced, which seemed to add to Susan's pleasure. Several of the couples 
had burgeoned into threesomes and quartets, something else that was new to 
Susan Chambers. 

"Do you have parties like this all the time?" Susan asked innocently, 
momentarily breaking out of her lover's embrace. "I have to admit I've never 
seen anything like this before." 

"Sometimes," Roger answered laconically. 'T mean, most of the time it's a 
drag, but tonight things just worked out good. Shit, I can tell you all 
about it later, but now now." 

Susan didn't struggle as she felt the clothing being removed deftly from her 
body. It no longer mattered that she was in her late thirties, a middle aged 
woman, robbing the cradle, so to speak. The youngsters were willing to 
accept her and now she felt strongly stimulated, dying to satisfy her 
growing lust. 

Before long, Susan found herself stark naked, no longer bothering to look at 
the other lusting couples. Her partner was in a similar state of undress and 
now he was leaning against Susan, his prick sliding directly into her hand. 
Susan closed her long sensitive fingers around the throbbing organ, 
wondering if Roger would turn out as virile as her other young lovers. 

His prick was long and hard and slender in Susan's hand. She stroked the 
rigid organ and then decided to show her lover a good time. Slipping across 
the boy's lap as if she was ready to be spanked, Susan parted her sensual 
lips and allowed the hard cock to glide effortlessly into her waiting, 
talented mouth. 

Susan clamped her lips around the pulsating rod, feeling her lover's hands 
reach down to caress her buttocks, his finger moving ever so slowly towards 
her gaping labia. Her head moved up and down slowly, taking in more of the 
heavy organ with every stroke. Soon they would be ready to fuck but in the 
meantime it was incredibly pleasant to blow the young man in that strange 
setting. 

Roger withdrew his prick from Susan's mouth and then guided the woman into a 
new position. 

Before she knew what was happening, Susan found herself on all fours on the 
floor, the filthy rug tickling her knees with its accumulation of dust and 
detritus. Then the lad crouched down behind Susan, not caring about the 
woman's age, concerned only with satisfying her lust and his own, perfectly 
well turned on by Susan's face and body. 

His prick bumped against the opening of Susan's cunt and then worked its way 
in slowly and ineluctably. Soon she could feel the boy striking bottom, his 
prick a little thinner than she would have preferred. A few seconds later 
Roger started moving and Susan knew that she would have no trouble getting 
her rocks off. The boy was fucking her fast and furious and already she was 
beginning to feel the signs of an oncoming orgasm. 

Susan clamped her cunt muscles around the probing prick, wanting to slow her 
lover down for a few seconds. It was nice to be fucked that energetically 
but impossible for her to keep up with Roger. The boy got the signal almost 
immediately, still fucking Susan fast but allowing her to react and time her 
own gyrations to meet his frantic thrusts. 

"Come on, baby, I want to feel you come all over me," Roger urged. "You're 
really a fine piece of ass, you know that? I mean, I couldn't believe a 
woman your age could be so fucking fine." 

Susan did not know whether to be insulted or complimented. Under ordinary 
circumstances she would have had nothing to do with Roger. He was a nice 
boy, attractive enough, but not at all her type. Nonetheless, it felt fine 
to be fucked by the lad and her orgasm was indeed coming on rather fast. 

Roger stepped up the pace again, ruining Susan's concentration as he saw to 
his own lust and sexual need. His prick was hard to feel as it moved so 
rapidly in and out of Susan's dripping wet cunt. Turning her head to the 
side, the older woman found that she could watch another couple just a few 
feet away. They were sixty-nining in a slow, steady cadence, which she found 
much more to her liking. 

All the while, Roger continued to fuck Susan, impressed by her tight cunt 
and experienced movements. His prick was lined with slender, crooked veins 
and his face covered with sweat as he moved closer to his orgasm It seemed 
impossible to turn on the woman he was fucking but that was her problem, not 
his. 

A few more strokes and Roger was there, slamming his slender prick in for 
the last time, holding his midsection against Susan's soft, pillowy buttocks 
and letting the juices flow. Susan found that she liked the feel of a prick 
exploding deep inside her pussy, but this time it triggered no orgasm of her 
own. She would have to find some other, more agreeable lover. 

Roger pulled his prick out of Susan's pussy, muttered some words of excuse 
and then disappeared into the darkness. Susan found herself sitting alone on 
the floor, still out of things, not really knowing what was expected of her. 
She continued to watch the couples around her, fascinated by the complete 
liberation inherent in their sexual activities. However, watching made her 
horny and it seemed that nobody cared to satisfy her lust. 

Things changed rapidly and unequivocally for Susan Chambers just a few 
seconds later. Tommy walked over to her, accompanied by two boys she had 
never seen before. In the darkness, Susan could see that one was short and 
light-skinned, the other taller, darker and far more muscular. Tommy 
muttered a few words of introduction, telling Susan to have a good time with 
Bob and George, promising he would come back to see her later in the 
evening. 

At first things were strange and uncomfortable for Susan Chambers. After her 
unsuccessful bout of lovemaking with Roger, she was not inclined to be 
receptive towards the two new boys. However, a few more joints were smoked 
and a few jokes exchanged and then she felt quite at home with her new 
lovers. 

"We should do something really freaky," Bob, the short, blond boy suggested. 
"Don't take it the wrong way, Susan, but I've never been with a woman as old 
as you. You must be very experienced. I mean, it would be easy for you to 
fuck us both at the same time." 

"Delightful as that sounds," Susan answered with a smile, "I think I'm going 
to disappoint you. I'm rather new to this sort of scene and you'll have to 
show me the way." 

"Shit, anyone can do it," George interrupted. "Just get us hard and I swear, 
we'll give you the best fucking of your life." 

The two boys approached Susan Chambers, their semierect pricks held firmly 
in hand. Susan did not know what to do first. She held Bob's prick gently 
and then allowed the other boy to start fucking her mouth, his prick filling 
with blood and swelling up instantaneously. Susan continued to pull at the 
other boy's rod, satisfied despite her confusion, knowing that she was not 
likely to let her two lusty lovers down. 

Soon the two pricks were reversed and Susan did her best to keep both organs 
taut and erect. Eventually the two boys pulled away from her and started 
whispering to one another. Susan remained crouching on the rug, not caring 
what happened to her, knowing that it was bound to be good in any case. 

"I'll fuck her and you let her blow you," George shouted to his friend, his 
voice carrying over the amplified rock music. "We can always switch off, and 
if it gets really good, you can fuck her asshole awhile." 

Bob sat down on the lumpy sofa, his prick sticking straight out before him. 
Without being told what to do, Susan approached the boy on her hands and 
knees, her head perfectly level, ready to be fucked. She parted her thick 
sensual lips and began to suck the boy off immediately, knowing that within 
a few seconds George's thick, hard cock would be inserted into her cunt. 

Susan took the thick organ into her mouth immediately, not bothering to 
think about what she was doing. It seemed incredible for her to have fucked 
one boy already that evening and then be preparing herself for a double 
fuck. What she was doing now put Susan's former sex life to shame, although 
the middle aged woman found it all surprisingly easy to take in stride. 

Her mouth began to work wonders on Bob's short, dark cock, making the virile 
organ fill with blood and bulge against the back of Susan's throat. All the 
while, Susan could feel George's eyes burning into her body from behind. The 
boy was keeping aloof from the action for the moment but she was certain it 
would not take long for him to demand a more active role, put his heavy 
organ to work either in her cunt or her asshole. 

Then Susan felt the boy's hands beginning to caress and explore her 
hindquarters, passing gently over her large firm buttocks and then moving to 
more intimate parts of her fetching anatomy. Feeling herself turned on by 
slow degrees, Susan continued to serve her first lover, knowing that her 
lips and agile tongue would soon have the lad in a state of ecstasy. 

She felt something hard and taut pressed between her white buttocks, a sure 
sign that George was ready to take care of business. His heavy cock passed 
up and down the soft cleft of Susan's ass, resting momentarily against her 
bunghole. But George didn't seem to be interested in anal sex. A few seconds 
of friction, and he was ready to shoot his prick deep into her cunt. 

"Okay, baby, here it comes," George announced, feeling that he had been 
neglected. "I'm going to give it to you good and hard so you know what it's 
like to fucked by a young stud." 

Susan knew quite well, thanks to the pleasant afternoon she had spent with 
Mike Travers, but that did not detract from her enjoyment for a second. Her 
legs were already parted as far as they would go and it was easy for George 
to fit the tip of his cock into the breach. 

It was like a dream come true for Susan Chambers. One boy's cock continued 
to throb in her mouth while the other boy was starting to fuck her, his cock 
sliding in a little at a time. Finally George struck bottom, resting his 
cock against Susan's womb, not moving for the moment. It gave Susan a few 
seconds to adjust to the new mode of passionate lovemaking. 

For a few moments, Susan Chambers found it difficult to cope with her two 
lusty young lovers. It seemed as if a dozen pricks were having at her body, 
giving the middle-aged woman no peace. Susan concentrated hard, soon 
realizing that she was the center of action, the one who was controlling 
their scene. It was up to her to make sure that all three had a good time 
together. 

Susan allowed Bob's prick to slide part way out of her mouth, just as George 
started to fuck her for real, slamming his heavy hard-on in and out of her 
well lubricated slit. All the while, the sounds of hard rock continued to 
fill the overheated atmosphere. Still, Susan was beginning to relax, 
learning how to enjoy the dual sensation of her young lovers' cocks. 

She ground her hips, digging her soft pillowy buttocks into George's 
midsection, causing the young man to groan with lust. Then Susan's tongue 
began to do its work as well, covering Bob's prick with a thick layer of 
saliva. The young boy reached down and started to fondle Susan's tits, 
wondering how long the older woman would be able to hold out. 

George held the luscious older woman's buttocks apart, watching his prick 
carefully as it moved in and out of her clinging twat. He had not expected 
much from Susan but her cunt was tight and totally inviting, meeting each of 
his strokes halfway, refusing to relinquish his meat for a second. 

"Come on, Susan, you've got to be the first to come," George panted, his 
prick slamming into Susan with great authority. "I want to feel you coming 
all over my prick." 

Soon Susan felt her body beginning to respond. She had already learned how 
to control her two lovers, making them work in conjunction for her own 
sexual benefit. Now it was easy for the woman to concentrate on both 
throbbing organs. Susan felt her cunt contracting hard around George's taut 
prick, a sure sign that she was almost ready to fly. 

Still, it was difficult to think of her own gratification when the two boys 
were fucking her mouth and cunt so quickly and ferociously. Their pricks 
seemed to grow in size with every stroke, taking Susan over completely, 
giving her no choice but to let down her defenses and yield entirely. 

Susan let out a cry of lust, stilled by the organ that was inserted halfway 
down her straining throat. Her face had started to turn red from lack of 
oxygen, but Susan hardly noticed that. George's prick was filling her to 
capacity and any second now she was going to reward the boy with her orgasm. 

Then it happened to Susan, a few seconds before she had expected it Her legs 
closed around George's pressing genitals and she was able to trap his cock 
in the deepest part of her hungry snatch. George held his ground, loving the 
feel of the older woman's contractions, proud that he and Bob had been able 
to bring Susan to orgasm in such a short time. 

"Yeah, baby, let it all hang out, let it happen to you," George muttered 
hypnotically, punctuating every word with another forward thrust of his 
prick. "I knew you could do it, I knew that we'd make you come, you hot 
bitch." 

Susan found that her pleasure was increased by the boy's passionate voice, 
despite the fact that she could not make out the individual words he was 
uttering. Her cunt continued to clamp down on the pulsating organ and then 
everything went blank for Susan. One contraction followed another until she 
could feel her passion waning after one of the strongest orgasms she had 
ever experienced. The whole scene was getting better by the minute. 

The two boys took it easy on Susan for the next few minutes, allowing her to 
get her bearings before continuing their double assault. As she came back to 
herself, Susan started to wonder which boy would come first. She had been 
working on Bob longer but he seemed able to hold out indefinitely whereas 
the other boy was getting increasingly urgent in his movements. 

As if by pre-arranged signal, the two boys started to fuck Susan with 
perfect synchronicity, their pricks moving like twin pistons, reaming out 
both ends of her magnificent body. Once again, Susan found it difficult to 
deal with both energetic young lovers but this time it did not bother her at 
all, now that her own orgasm was a pleasant thing of the past. 

Now Susan was able to move freely, give her full concentration to the task 
of turning on both lovers. Her body still felt good, vibrant and alive, full 
of energy. Yes, she would be with Bob and George every step of the way, show 
that she could be as good in bed as the other girls in the room. Her age had 
never seemed less important to Susan Chambers. 

Had the two boys been asked, they would have agreed with that judgment. 
Susan was giving them the rides of their young lives, her body moving like a 
snake. Her hips gyrated gracefully from side to side, the muscles of her 
abdomen contracted repeatedly. All the while Susan's mouth continued to be 
active, her lips and tongue driving Bob to ecstasy. 

But it was George who turned out to be the first to come. For a few seconds 
he stopped moving altogether, gathering his forces and digging the feel of 
Susan's clinging twat. Then he began to fuck the woman even harder and 
faster than before, hurting Susan a little, making her slide forward, thus 
taking even more of Bob's prick into her overloaded mouth. 

However, the lad had no desire to hurt his older mistress. Susan had been a 
good sport about things and it was fascinating to fuck a woman old enough to 
be his mother. He lengthened his strokes, slowing down so that his cock was 
raking the inside of Susan's pussy. A loud groan emanated from between his 
parted lips and then the boy was ready to fire his wad. 

Here it comes, baby, George shouted superfluously. "I hope you're ready to 
have that sweet snatch of your filled to the brim. I'm not going to stop 
until you beg for mercy!" 

Susan felt the boy blamming his prick home for the last time, the juices 
spurting from the heavy organ with all the force of a water cannon. Her 
drying cunt was laved with the thick saline fluids and then the boy shot 
again, a greater load of come, filling her completely. Still, it was 
impossible for Susan to relax until she had satisfied her other lover. 

George left his prick inside Susan's cunt, watching the woman as she sucked 
his friend off to completion. Now that she was able to concentrate on one 
lover, Susan really worked out, her lips, teeth and tongue combining to 
drive the young man half out of his mind with lust, kissing and caressing 
and biting into his prick with every ounce of her bodily energy. 

It seemed as if the young stud would never come. His prick was as hard as a 
bar of iron, dark red from the blood that was coursing through his penile 
veins. Bob's face was similarly darkened, but the boy refused to give in, 
wanting Susan to work harder before filling her mouth with scum. 

Susan refused to be defeated, using every trick in her bag, bouncing her 
head up and down on the stationary prick, teasing it with her delicately 
molded lips. Then she could feel the boy starting to have his orgasm, 
fighting it all the way, refusing to give up on the good time he had been 
having. 

Susan could taste the come starting to wash into her tired mouth. Her lips 
had started to get numb but now her vitality was returning with a rush. She 
swallowed the first drops of come and then felt the rest of it pouring 
between her lips, bubbling frothing white fluids, a torrent of semen. 

Susan swallowed the come as fast as her young lover could produce it, not 
resting for a second. Her lips continued to churn even after George had 
removed his prick from her cunt and the other boy had finished his own 
orgasm. Susan felt tired but gratified, glad she had paid her neighbor a 
surprise visit. 

"You ought to stick around awhile longer," Bob told Susan after he had 
finished coming in her mouth. "A friend of mine is coming with some acid, 
and then we can really ball. I'm not shitting you, you've got to try it." 

"I don't think so," Susan answered, after a few seconds of thought. "I'm new 
to smoking grass and I don't think I could handle anything that strong. I 
really came here to talk to Tom, but I guess he's too busy to see me." 

"Man, he's really fucked up," George interrupted. "I don't see how he can 
prefer any other chick to you. You were absolute dynamite, Susan, really a 
trip and a half." 

It was pleasant enough for Susan to bask in the boys' compliments but soon 
she started to feel out of place. Now that her lust had been satisfied, 
Susan felt the difference between herself and the other orgiasts. She was 
tired and down and there was no reason to try to extend the evening. Susan 
dressed herself slowly, glad she had engaged in the orgy but not at all 
certain that she wanted to repeat the experience. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was easy enough for Susan Chambers to fall asleep that night, after the 
grass and surfeit of sexual activity. She woke late the following morning, 
still remembering the fun she had had with Bob and George, wondering why it 
had been so different from her other past sexual experiences. 

After showering, Susan made herself a late breakfast, sitting down at the 
table and trying to sort out her life. Usually she would let things slip by, 
not bother to make judgments on her actions and feelings, but now there was 
a real change in her life something that could not go by so easily. 

It did not take long for Susan to realize that Bob and George and her other 
young lovers had brought an element of novelty to her otherwise boring life. 
It was not just that she was hung up on young men; that had been proven 
during her bout of love with Roger, a boy who had not turned her on at all. 
The fact of the matter was that she had been drifting for years, her 
experiences melding together, until the last few weeks. 

Then she had fucked Tommy Cullen, almost by accident, and things had started 
to change. In the space of a few days she had landed a new job and fucked 
several other young men. Susan had no moral objections to her new sex 
partners but there was something that continued to puzzle the intelligent 
woman. 

Considered objectively, there was little difference between younger and 
older lovers, Susan decided. Sure, the boys she had been with of late were 
new to sex. Every time they fucked it was novel and exciting and they 
attacked it with condign enthusiasm. That was something that she liked 
without qualification but there had to be more to the whole syndrome than 
that. 

Eventually Susan decided to give up her considerations. For the first time 
in more years than she cared to remember, she was enjoying life, looking 
forward to each new day. She felt liberated and young herself, open to new 
experiences as never before. Thinking about it too much was likely to louse 
things up, something she was determined to avoid. 

A week passed and Susan found that she was more than content with her new 
lifestyle. She had not had much chance to get together with Mike Travers, 
busy as that young man seemed to be. They would meet in his office and Susan 
would be given her assignment for the week, but there was no repetition of 
their initial activities, which seemed a shame to the horny woman. 

Nonetheless, Susan had managed to get together with Tom Cullen again and 
that had worked out to her complete satisfaction. The boy had been as virile 
and responsive as ever, showing her a terrific time in bed. They had become 
good friends as well, with Tommy filling in the gaps in her musical 
education, helping Susan at her job. The woman knew that she had nothing to 
complain about, that she was enjoying her new life far better than she had 
had any right to expect. 

The following Thursday morning, Susan arrived unannounced at the offices of 
BIG BEAT magazine. One of the articles Mike had given her was providing 
Susan with a great deal of difficulty. The intelligent woman figured that it 
would be best to confer in person rather than trying to straighten things 
out over the phone. 

Susan was surprised to find the outer office empty, the switchboard lit with 
unanswered calls. She stood in the usually crowded vestibule for a few 
seconds and then decided to go deeper into the office, despite the fact that 
nobody had come out to greet her. Now that she was a regular employee Susan 
was beginning to feel at home in the large, chaotic office. 

Following a stream of muttering voices, Susan stood before a closed door, 
wondering what had happened to upset the usual routine of the magazine. The 
voices she could hear were all those of women, which also came as a bit of a 
surprise. A few seconds later, Susan knocked at the door, feeling a 
premonition that she was embarking on yet another new adventure. 

"Susan Chambers, it's good to see you," a familiar voice greeted the woman. 
"I was going to call you up at home, but we were so fucking busy I forgot 
all about it." 

Joni Ayers had greeted Susan, the lovely blonde receptionist she had met 
during her job interview. Seated on the floor of a bare and deserted office 
were ten other women, none of them older than twenty or twenty-five. They 
seemed to have a conspiratorial air about them, which fascinated Susan 
immediately, "What's going on here?" Susan asked uncertainly. "You all look 
like cats who've just swallowed a canary. It looks like you're plotting a 
revolution or palace coup or something." 

"Good intuition," another girl commented, smiling directly at Susan 
Chambers. "Why don't you sit down and listen for a few minutes. Then we'll 
explain it all to you." 

Susan slumped to the floor, letting her attache case rest against the leg of 
an old oak desk. The girls began speaking again and it did not take long for 
Susan to realize what was going on around her. She had never attended a 
woman's consciousness-raising group before but had read about them, could 
recognize the fact that she had interrupted a private women's caucus. 

The meeting went on for another ten minutes and Susan was able to catch on 
to a few of the details. New as she was to the youth and rock scenes there 
was much that continued to puzzle Susan Chambers. Most of the names and many 
of the issues were new to her, which was rather frustrating. 

However, during the pause, Joni Ayers took the older woman aside, explaining 
to Susan that even in the rock industry women were treated unfairly, 
discriminated against, given all the menial jobs and none of the decision 
making authority. It was something that Susan had never thought about 
before, being little interested in office politics or occupational matters. 

"You see," Joni explained. "It starts with women singers and performers who 
don't get paid as much as men. As far as the recording industry itself goes, 
well that's obvious. I don't know a single woman executive or company 
president. We decided to have a private meeting to see what we could do 
about the problem as it relates to this particular magazine." 

"That's all very interesting," Susan rejoined politely. "But I don't see how 
it concerns me. I mean, I'm just a proofreader. I don't have any stake in 
this." 

"But we can learn a lot from you," Joni insisted, staring the older woman 
directly in the eye. "You've been around. You have more experience than any 
of us. I wish you'd talk to the girls, at least answer a few of their 
questions." 

Susan was not used to being the center of attention, especially in a 
situation like that. Nonetheless, she sat in the center of the crowded room 
and allowed the young girls to pick her brains, discovering that she too had 
been discriminated against in business, in ways so subtle that she had never 
given them a thought until the present moment. 

The meeting ended with a resolution to form a separate woman's section of 
the magazine, an idea that Joni seemed rather worried about. Susan could 
sympathize with that, knowing how unlikely the other editors, the men, would 
be to go along with her suggestion. Successful enterprises always fought 
change, as she knew from years of dealing in the business world. 

"We have to get away from men, clear our heads of all the fucking 
chauvinistic preconceptions they lay on us. If we were sincere, we wouldn't 
even have sex with men, at least for a while," Joni said. 

Susan stared at the young girl with surprise. Although she and Joni had had 
little to do with each other there was a silent bond between them, a common 
tacit understanding. Now the girl was talking about lesbianism, the last 
thing that had been on Susan's mind when she had attended the meeting. 

"That's pretty extreme step, don't you think?" Susan asked gently, not 
wanting to appear condescending. "I mean, you can be a woman and still have 
sex with men. It seems so artificial to me to force yourself into something 
you don't really want." 

"That's bullshit," Joni answered, her eyes flashing. "We can never 
understand other women until we understand ourselves and we can't do that 
until we've had sex together. I don't mean just you and me, but that 
wouldn't be a bad place to start." 

Susan didn't answer the lovely young receptionist immediately. Joni was 
right in a way. Sexual repression was all part of the game, the repression 
of women's homophilic tendencies kept them dependent on men. Lesbianism was 
something that every woman should experience, just as they had said during 
the meeting. However, she had always repressed her desires for other women, 
even girls as attractive as Joni Ayers. 

Joni made the decision for Susan, standing beside the older woman and then 
timidly wrapping her arms around Susan's shapely back. The girl was nervous 
and trembling but that turned Susan on all the more. Yes, Joni was looking 
to her for some sort of answer, trusting her age and experience. It would be 
a terrible thing to let the young girl down. 

They were all alone in the spacious offices of the magazine, the other girls 
having gone for the day. The male workers had promised to stay away from the 
place all day, and that meant that there was no chance of their being 
interrupted. In fact, there was nothing but her own inhibitions to stand 
between Susan Chambers and her first lesbian experience. 

She stroked Joni's long blonde hair, letting her fingers entwine in the soft 
tresses, feeling the girl's tits tremble against her chest. Joni exuded a 
warm musky scent from her arms and torso as she clung to the older woman. It 
was time to get down to the business of lovemaking before their inhibitions 
calcified and loused up the whole scene. 

Susan led the nervous young girl to the sofa, knowing that within a few 
minutes they would be naked and making love to each other. Joni began to 
undress immediately, her nervousness vanishing in record time. Susan could 
not help being flattered by Joni's attentions. The gorgeous young 
receptionist could have had any woman she wanted, only she had chosen Susan. 

Susan watched the girl stripping, entranced by Joni's unswaddled charms. The 
girl stood naked before her, her tits firm and free, her cunt already wet 
with anticipation, the thin blonde hairs plastered to her delicate skin. 
Susan began to undress as rapidly as her partner. Knowing now that there 
would be no trouble cementing their lesbian alliance. 

Susan felt calm and surprisingly sure of herself as she made love to Joni 
Ayers. The girl was turning her on with her idealistic timidity, firing 
Susan's lust with her magnificent young body. All the while Susan continued 
to kiss Joni, thrilling to the taste of the girl's warm, wet mouth. 

Finally Susan escalated the pace of their lovemaking, reaching down slowly 
and touching Joni's firm, hard tits. The girl's nipples went hard 
instantaneously as a low cry of fear and desire escaped from her arched 
lips. She was enjoying Susan's attentions but was still not sure of herself. 

Susan caressed those lovely tits slowly and lovingly, not wanting to add to 
the young girl's nervousness. She felt herself being turned on by Joni's 
presence but for the moment it was more important to think of Joni's 
pleasure. Soon she lowered her head to the girl's tits, placing her lips 
around one light pink nipple and sucking it with tender, loving care. 

Susan continued her work, licking and sucking at Joni's tender nipples, 
sucking the flesh into her mouth and working it over with her long agile 
tongue. She could taste and smell the girl's cunt even before approaching 
it, knew that Joni was waiting for her now that her timidity had abated. 

She lay Joni down on the couch, spreading the girl's slender thighs with her 
strong hands. Her cunt was wide open now, the labia pink and wet and totally 
inviting. It was going to be ridiculously easy to get up the courage to eat 
out her young twat. 

"Be gentle with me," Joni pleaded in a quiet voice. "I'm scared of this, I 
really am." 

"Just take it easy, and remember, it's no big deal," Susan answered 
sympathetically. "You'll love it, I know you will." 

Susan stared into Joni's pussy for a few seconds, gathering her courage, not 
understanding her own motivations. She protruded her tongue gently and then 
touched the girl's clitoris, standing out pink and firm before her eyes. 
Joni was excited already, and it wouldn't be difficult to keep her in that 
state. 

Her tongue began to move as if it had a life of its own, sliding against the 
tiny pink organ and caressing it until Joni's clitoris had filled with 
blood, swelling to twice its normal size. The girl was still moaning with 
passion but Susan was a little annoyed at her passivity. It looked like she 
was going to have to do all the work, not be stimulated herself until Joni 
had become better resigned to what they were doing. 

Eventually, Susan decided to ignore the clitoris, move her tongue directly 
into the heart of Joni's waiting twat. The girl smelled fresh and warm and 
delicious and she didn't want her to have a mere clitoral orgasm. No, they 
were in it together and she had to use every weapon in her arsenal to make 
their introduction to lesbianism a complete success. 

"That feels so good," Joni moaned. "Just keep it up like that; don't do 
anything different. You're so gentle and warm. I always knew it could be 
like this." 

Encouraged by the girl's passionate words, Susan moved her tongue between 
Joni's parted labia, immediately feeling her cheeks being covered with a 
wash of salty cunt juice. The taste was as she had expected it, young and 
alive and sweet. Her own body was still on edge, but that would have to wait 
for at least a few more minutes. 

At that point Joni reached down and began to fondle the older woman's 
breasts. Susan sighed with relief, knowing that it was not going to take 
much to turn her on. She had never really thought much about lesbianism 
before but if she was going to do it, Joni was the best possible partner, 
beautiful, willing, and as inexperienced as herself. 

Susan began to use her tongue and lips to their best advantage, licking and 
sucking every available inch of the sweet pussy walls that had been yielded 
to her. She felt strong and somewhat masculine even as the young girl was 
caressing her tits, bringing her that much closer to her own orgasm. 

Still, she was not going to come from that and it was best to bring Joni to 
a swift orgasm so that they could go on to bigger and better things. The 
girl was literally melting in her mouth already, her cunt sopping with come 
juice, covering Susan's beautiful face with a sticky, saline mask. 

Susan continued her work with a will, gripping Joni's thighs and hips, 
holding the girl's legs apart. Her tongue was all the way into Joni now, 
moving with a flicking motion, refusing to slow down for a second. The girl 
was almost there, her labia contracting around the probing tongue, her legs 
opening and closing spasmodically around Susan's neck. 

At that point, Susan redoubled her efforts, using her free hand to stroke 
and tease the young girl's inflamed clitoris. The double stimulation was 
bound to work sooner or later, she figured, remove the last vestiges of the 
girl's reserve. Sure enough, Joni stopped moving altogether in a few 
seconds, lying passive, waiting for the storm to break. 

Susan plunged her tongue in farther, reaching up to stroke the young girl's 
huge, pink tits. Her tongue seemed to move of its own accord, as if she had 
been eating pussy for years. It was as if all they had said during the 
meeting was coming true, their sexual union a complete and unqualified 
success. 

Joni emitted a brief cry of passion just before the onset of her long 
awaited orgasm. Her legs clamped shut around Susan's neck and then the older 
woman could feel a river of come wash into her mouth, the first time she had 
ever tasted a woman's secretions. There were no surprises there, Joni being 
as fresh and sweet and warm as she had been all along. 

The girl's orgasm was long, violent and protracted, one spasm following 
another. Susan kept her head wedged into position the entire time, not 
budging an inch, wanting to drain the last drops of the girl's bodily 
fluids. Joni's passion waned by degrees, finally allowing Susan a brief 
moment of respite. 

"That was so fucking beautiful, just like I knew it would be," Joni muttered 
a few seconds later. "I can never thank you enough, Susan, I feel like a new 
woman. Really, it was the most fantastic thing that's ever happened to me." 

"Well, I want you to do it to me, too," Susan said a few seconds later. "I 
mean, I got really turned on while I was eating you out. I'm dying with 
lust, and you've got to satisfy me." 

"Do I have to?" Joni asked pathetically, the wind out of her sails. "I want 
to do it, I guess, but I'm so damned scared. Help me, Susan. Show me what to 
do." 

Susan responded by stroking the girl's long blonde hair again, cooing to 
Joni as if the girl were an infant. It was fitting that her first lesbian 
experience would be with such a young girl. Nonetheless, she was determined 
to be satisfied, determined not to let Joni off the hook before the girl had 
returned her sexual favors successfully. 

Susan sat on the edge of the couch, her strong thighs far apart. Joni 
slipped to the floor before her, resting her head on the woman's silky skin, 
still not daring to look directly at the older woman's cunt. Susan started 
to grow impatient, tempted to force the girl to do what she wanted so 
desperately. 

It was touching and frustrating at the same time to have Joni down on her 
hands and knees, her eyes glazed with passionate indecision, her nipples 
tight and contracted, her cunt moist with an amalgam of saliva and come 
juice. But the girl was afraid to take the first step, unable to overcome 
her reservations. For a full two minutes the struggle raged within Joni, 
which served to excite Susan Chambers all the more intensely. 

At last the girl's head tilted forward, her lips coming to rest against the 
sensitive opening of Susan's vulva. The older woman threw her head back, 
feeling her muscles relax in an instant, knowing that Joni would be able to 
turn the trick. Now it was just a matter of letting the enticing young 
blonde work out on her pussy until she was ready to celebrate her climax. 

At first Joni did not know what to do, despite the fact that her own 
luscious young pussy had been eaten out dozens of times in the last several 
weeks. At first she tried to emulate Susan's movements, but found herself 
paralyzed with self-consciousness. She looked up at Susan for guidance, 
wanting to eat her pussy yet unable to force herself to perform the 
frightening act. 

Then Susan felt the younger girl's tongue sliding timidly into her vulva, 
immediately inflaming the woman with desire. Joni looked so beautiful on her 
hands and knees, her tits now resting against Susan's knees. It was 
impossible not to be turned on by the magnificently endowed young blonde and 
easy to understand why men so often took sexual advantage of her. 

However, Joni's confidence grew by leaps and bounds once she had forced her 
tongue deep into Susan's clinging pussy. It was encouraging to feel the 
woman's muscular thighs clamp down around her neck, flattering to feel the 
quivering contractions that passed through Susan's entire body. 

Joni reached up and grabbed Susan's right breast, squeezing the firm, 
resilient flesh with her long cool fingers. Susan felt herself going wild 
with sex, her nerves tingling, her eyes refusing to focus properly. Joni was 
eating her out with incredible expertise, actually anticipating her desires 
and satisfying them while they were still half formed. It was what she 
should have expected, though, from a lover of her own sex. 

Susan slumped back onto the couch, her legs separating again. Joni removed 
her tongue from the still clinging twat and began to work on Susan's erect 
clitoris, already certain of her ability to turn the woman on, wanting to 
give Susan the full panoply of her sexual imagination. Her tongue moved like 
a hummingbird gathering nectar as she flicked it across the blood-engorged 
organ. It was all Susan could do to keep herself from coming on the spot, 
giving in to the irresistible stimulation. 

With a great effort of will, Susan managed to keep her lust in check, 
closing her eyes to avoid the sight of that innocent young face, bowed 
before her, servicing her needs. Joni's cunt juices were still fresh in her 
mouth, improving the whole experience. Later, when she had finished coming, 
Susan was determined to try sixty-nining with the ravishing blonde. 

Joni removed her tongue from Susan's clitty, replacing it with a 
saliva-lubricated forefinger. Then her tongue was back inside Susan's pussy, 
just the tip, dancing along the smooth folds of the labia, never lingering 
for more than a second on any one area of the succulent membranes. 

Then she pressed her head deeper into the cleft of Susan's groin, her tongue 
cleaving to the labia, her saliva mixing with the strong secretions of the 
luscious box. Susan sighed as the young blonde seemed to inhale sharply, 
drawing her inner and outer labia into her warm, caressing mouth. Once more 
Susan had to fight against her own imminent orgasm. 

Joni's tongue continued to drive Susan to distraction, being forced deeper 
into the hungry box, writhing inside the clinging walls of Susan's vulva. 
Her head bobbed up and down as she stared up at Susan's lovely, sex-radiant 
face. She had dreamed of lesbian affairs before but they had never been 
anything but pale copies of the real, shattering experience. 

Joni rubbed her own swollen tits as her tongue and lips continued their 
relentless assault on Susan's pussy. It was dark in the office now but she 
did not have to see a thing, could let her sense of touch suffice. Already 
her cunt was dripping again in anticipation of Susan's orgasm. 

"Do it faster," Susan commanded, her voice surprisingly deep and 
authoritative. "I can't feel you anymore. Do it harder, now. I want to come 
in that pretty little mouth of yours." 

Joni felt herself blushing as she obeyed her imperious mistress. It was 
strange to discover that sex was essentially the same with a woman as with a 
man. The stronger personality was bound to prevail, to dominate the weaker. 
Susan was dominating her as much as any man ever had and she was loving 
every minute of it. It was impossible to think straight but one fact stood 
out in her consciousness. The pleasure she was feeling was the important 
thing, not the fact that she and Susan were doing something different, or 
exotic, or politically meaningful. 

Soon Susan felt the onset of her orgasm, knew that it would be 
counterproductive to struggle against it any longer. Joni, in her naive 
little way, had opened a whole new world to Susan Chambers, an entire new 
realm of sexuality. The girl's tongue had brought her gently to the verge of 
ecstasy, and now the whole thing was happening, quickly and irresistibly. 

Susan's cunt contracted around the tongue that had served it so well, as if 
she wanted to rip the maddening organ from Joni's mouth. Her legs clamped 
around the girl's head, pinning Joni in position, making sure that she would 
not be able to draw away until Susan's lust had been sated completely. 

Joni continued her oral ministrations even as she felt a river of come 
pouring into her waiting mouth. The taste was acrid and overwhelming at 
first, but soon she adjusted to it and could hardly get enough of the 
copious fluids. Susan experienced three separate contractions during her 
orgasm, finally pulling away from the girl, her passion refusing to die 
completely. 

"I did it-I made you come!" Joni bubbled, sounding like a ten year old girl. 
"Susan, you were so beautiful, so strong and passionate. I never knew sex 
could be like that." 

"You weren't bad yourself," Susan teased in return. "It took you awhile to 
get started, but then, I guess you were okay." 

Joni stared at the older woman suspiciously, then realized that Susan was 
only joking. It had not been easy to overcome her inhibitions but now they 
were gone for good. It was the most natural thing in the world for Joni to 
throw herself into Susan's arms again, her tongue seeking out the soft pink 
nipples that graced her mistress' white, swelling tits. 

Susan's head lolled onto her left shoulder as she let Joni pay obeisance to 
her heavy breasts. There was not a thought in her mind now, only a feeling 
of completely realized satisfaction. There was no point thinking about the 
future, worrying if it would be as good the next time around. It was best to 
think only of the present, seize the moment without reservations. 

Two minutes later, Susan had reversed her position on the coach, lying head 
to foot with her young mistress. Joni's cunt beckoned irresistibly, still 
moist from her first orgasm, as warm and fragrant as ever. This time they 
would come together but even if they failed it didn't really matter. As far 
as Susan was concerned, the office would be a fine place to spend the night 
exploring Joni's young, resilient, responsive body. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After spending the night with Joni Ayers, Susan returned home, suspecting 
that she would not be likely to repeat their scene together in the near 
future. It had been fascinating and revealing to go through her first 
lesbian experience, but it had all the earmarks of a one-shot deal. 

Joni was attractive enough on a physical level but there was something 
lacking in the girl's personality. Before leaving, Susan had promised to 
help the girl set up a separate women's division of the magazine. Once that 
cause had been served it was going to be the end of their brief 
relationship. 

Arriving home at eight in the morning, Susan laughed aloud, realizing that 
she had still not spoken to Mike Travers about the difficult article he had 
given her, the ostensible reason for her visit to the office. It was too 
early to reach the boy and Susan felt rather tired. She undressed rapidly 
and then went right to bed, sleeping until well after noon. 

A quick telephone call took care of her questions. Mike had come to trust 
her more and more, insisting that Susan was the only competent person, male 
or female, among the entire staff. For her part, Susan took the compliment 
in stride. It was probably true but that fact did not make her want to work 
full time at the magazine, which was what Mike was obviously after. 

The next day Susan showed up at the office of Big Beat again, answering Mike 
Travers' summons. She found the boy alone in his office, obviously in a 
rather foul mood. The disorganization of the place had started to bear 
negative results and Mike seemed helpless to do anything about it. 

"We're losing money," he announced bluntly. "Things were really great the 
first year but now there are bills to pay and obligations to be met. I can't 
do it all myself, Susan, I've got to have somebody to help me." 

"Look, we've been through that already," Susan answered in a level tone of 
voice. "I don't like getting involved in things like that, as much as I'd 
like to help you." 

Mike joined his employee on the couch where they had conducted their first 
interview, pulling a joint from his shirt pocket and lighting it without 
asking. Early as it was in the day, Susan did not mind getting high again. 
She had done her work and the grass would provide a pleasant diversion until 
it was time for her to return home again. 

Susan inhaled deeply, still listening to Mike's litany of troubles. It made 
sense that the magazine would be in trouble, considering the way it was run. 
Basically, the kids seemed to want to have their cake and eat it 
simultaneously, make money without going through the rigors of work. Mike 
seemed well aware of the fact but equally powerless to improve the 
situation. 

"There is one way you could help us, without having to get too deeply 
involved," Mike stated a few seconds later. "I don't know how to put this 
exactly, I know it's going to come out bad. But maybe you'll do it for me 
anyway." 

"It can't hurt to ask," Susan answered sympathetically. 

Mike cleared his throat, obviously worried about how he was going to broach 
a sensitive matter to his favorite employee. Susan was as distracting as 
ever, her short skirt riding high on her lush thighs, her tits seeming to 
leap out of the neckline of her low-cut blouse. Still, he had to ask the 
woman, hoping that she wouldn't react too negatively to his requests. 

Phrasing things as diplomatically as he could, Mike laid his cards on the 
table. A rock star Susan had never heard of was coming to town for a 
concert. He was an important performer and an exclusive interview with the 
man would do their magazine a world of good. The only problem was that this 
particular star did not give interviews, limiting himself to mass press 
conferences. 

It was up to Susan to find some way to do an interview with the man. Mike 
knew a little about him, knew of a few quirks in his character, a few weak 
spots. Susan continued to pull at the joint as Mike addressed her, wondering 
whether to laugh or be offended. It was obvious that Mike had some sort of 
seduction in mind, the most ridiculous notion she had heard in ages. 

"It sounds like you want me to be some sort of prostitute or groupie," Susan 
rejoined when Mike lapsed into a nervous silence. "Even if I agree to go 
through with it, what makes you think this character will want to fuck me. 
Actually, I should slap you in the face for insulting my virtue." 

"Come on, don't make jokes about it," Mike Travers insisted. "Things are bad 
enough around here and an interview might get our heads above the water. You 
don't have to make a decision now. Just promise me that you'll consider it 
seriously." 

Susan nodded her head, figuring that she had nothing to lose. The hole thing 
sounded idiotic and impossible but it was true that she knew nothing about 
the rock industry or any of its principals. Besides, Mike was so patently 
unhappy about the way things were going that she had to do something for the 
lad, find a way to divert his mind from his troubles. 

One course of action soon dominated Susan's thinking. She and Mike were 
alone in the boy's private office and the telephone had not been ringing for 
a change. Now that the magazine was doing badly many of the hangers on had 
left or been thrown out. That meant that they could hope for a modicum of 
privacy, have a chance to make it together without interruption. 

"Come on, Mike, take it easy," Susan insisted. "If I'm going to seduce this 
idiot rock star you've got to get me in practice. We haven't had a chance to 
be together since the first time I met you. Think you can spare half an hour 
for me?" 

Mike stared at Susan directly, still unable to understand the mysterious 
older woman. Rather than be insulted or freaked out by his suggestion, Susan 
was taking it like a champ, offering to fuck him first. The woman was 
looking as good as ever and Mike had been neglecting his sex life in the 
midst of his worries. An hour of good hard fucking seemed a perfect 
solution. 

Smiling for the first time that morning, Mike Travers drew Susan close to 
his body, his strong right arm wrapped firmly around her substantial 
shoulders. Susan kissed the boy immediately, knowing that they would again 
have a good time together. Mike was the best of her young lovers in a way, 
certainly the most experienced and imaginative. 

He began fumbling at Susan's clothing, threatening to tear the thin fabric 
of her blouse and skirt. Susan pushed the boy's hands away, undressing 
herself with customary efficiency and then helping Mike out of his own 
garments. A few seconds later both lovers were naked, ready to go at it 
hammer and tongs. 

Susan reached down and started to play with her lover's cock immediately, 
knowing that there was no point in being coy or coquettish with a man she 
had already fucked and blown on more than one occasion. For his part, Mike 
still seemed rather nervous and distraught, unable to concentrate or enjoy 
himself fully. Susan knew that it was up to her to change that mood, to turn 
the boy on to the point where nothing could bother him. 

To that effect, Susan dropped to her knees on the floor before her lover, 
ready to use her lips and tongue to drive him to distraction. Mike's prick 
had already started to fill with blood, thick and long but not hard yet. A 
few minutes of her oral attentions, and the boy was sure to get hot and 
bothered, unless his mood was even worse than she had suspected. 

Susan held the boy's balls in her right hand, sticking her tongue out and 
beginning to lick the sensitive tip of Mike's swelling rod. She looked up 
briefly and saw that he was watching her every movement, evidently turned on 
by the sight of her bowed head and cock laden mouth. That was fine with 
Susan, as long as he maintained his erection without further difficulties. 

Susan's efforts soon bore fruit as the heavy organ blew up in her mouth, 
seven thick inches of unsatiated desire. Her tongue curled around the thick 
shaft as Susan pulled it deeper into her mouth. It was fun to suck the boy 
off but she wanted to get fucked as well, to serve her own passionate 
desires. 

However, Susan said nothing about her own needs for the next couple of 
minutes. She closed her lips down around the pulsating organ and then kept 
it buried in her throat, feeling the heat suffusing from his dark red cock. 
Rubbing her tits against the lad's balls, Susan felt herself being turned on 
intensely, imagining how good it would feel when he finally got around to 
fucking her. 

"Let's do it now," Mike suggested, relieving his mistress immediately. "You 
better stay on the floor, though. Last time we fucked here we just about did 
this fucking couch in." 

Susan stayed as she was commanded to do, rolling over onto her hands and 
knees, feeling the grit of the carpet irritating her sensitive calves. 

Still, Mike was with her at that point, his prick standing straight out 
before him, trembling slightly as he prepared to fuck her once again. 

Then Susan felt the boy's finger sliding into her pussy after brushing 
between her soft white buttocks. He played with her clitty for a few 
seconds, flicking and teasing the sensitive gland, more sure of himself than 
he had been before. Susan could feel Mike's prick brushing against her ass 
as the boy explored her pussy, a harbinger of better things to come. 

Now the boy's finger was inserted all the way into Susan's hungry twat, 
turning the woman on intensely. Mike was rougher than usual in his technique 
but that was alright too as long as he continued to stimulate her. Susan 
felt herself getting moist and accessible, knew that she would not have to 
wait much longer to feel that luscious prick entering her body. 

Mike held the woman's buttocks apart with his hands, sliding his prick into 
the cleft and moving it with agonizing slowness towards Susan's gaping 
vulva. Then he slid the bolt home quickly, stuffing the head between her wet 
labia and lunging forward with his hips and midsection. It was all Susan 
could do to keep her balance as the boy started to fuck her violently. 

It became evident that Mike wanted to forget his troubles by giving it to 
his mistress as hard and fast as he could, slamming his prick in with little 
thought for Susan's pleasure. Ordinarily Susan would have objected, but the 
boy's passion was rather contagious, turning her on immediately. It would 
not take long for her to have an orgasm this time around. 

"Oh, that feels good," Susan stuttered, her breath coming short and fast. 
"Just keep doing that for a few minutes. I swear, it feels like you're made 
of iron." 

Susan then reached around, stroking her lover's heavy balls for a few 
seconds, wanting to increase the boy's pleasure. Mike seemed rather numb at 
that point, no longer thinking consciously of his troubles but still unable 
to enjoy himself completely. Susan was going to have to find some way to 
help him. 

The voluptuous blonde began to move with her lover, grinding her ass into 
Mike's well muscled midsection, gyrating her fleshy hips from side to side. 
The huge cock slid out of her pussy but was quickly replaced, deeper than 
ever. Soon Susan felt herself submitting to the friction and pressure, her 
body reacting in preparation for its imminent moment of release. 

Susan let out a low cry of passion, her eyes closed, her muscles tensed and 
on edge. Then she felt her cunt contracting around his thick cock that was 
probing it so completely. Her body stopped moving and her muscles relaxed 
just as her orgasm began, slowly at first but then with ever increasing 
passion. 

Susan could feel the juices leaking out of her cunt as she went through her 
paces, covering her lover's cock and balls with its warm moistness. She 
experienced three separate contractions, beginning to move as her passion 
faded, knowing that she had still not satisfied her demanding young lover. 

Mike continued to fuck the woman for the next few minutes, his prick hard as 
a rock, his balls slapping audibly against Susan's buttocks with every 
powerful stroke. But then he began to go soft, the first time that had 
happened to Susan in ages. It was obvious that her lover needed something 
different, some new position to fire his imagination and relieve his 
worries, something that they had never done before. 

"Let me do you up the ass," Mike suggested, as if he had been reading 
Susan's mind. "I'll be careful not to hurt you and I just can't seem to get 
off fucking the regular way." 

"No, I haven't done that in fifteen years," Susan answered, wincing at the 
thought of having that huge weapon forced into her tight bunghole. "Maybe we 
can do something else." 

"Come on, Susan, you're supposed to be free about sex," Mike continued, 
staring down at his semierect cock. "Maybe it'll hurt for the first few 
seconds but then you'll dig it, I know you will. Come on, you've got nothing 
to lose." 

"All right, you can do it but only for a while," Susan conceded "If it 
starts to bother me, I'm going to make you stop." 

Susan maintained her position, spreading her legs a little wider, trying to 
relax her tightened muscles. The last man who had fucked her asshole was 
Robert, her estranged husband. It had not been good with Robert but that 
didn't mean she should give up on anal sex altogether. It was best to keep 
an open mind about things like that, she decided. 

Mike bent his head low, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and directly 
into Susan's tiny pink asshole. The taste was strong and gritty, turning him 
on immediately, returning the firmness to his wilting cock. Susan sighed 
with pleasure as she felt the boy's tongue reaming her So far she did not 
have a thing in the world to complain about. 

His long, agile tongue continued to explore Susan's asshole, stretching 
several inches into that tight channel of love. Susan was able to relax and 
enjoy herself, fairly certain that she would be able to weather the thrusts 
of her young lover's cock, glad that she was helping to turn the lad on once 
again. 

Then Mike removed his tongue from the woman's asshole, holding his prick 
against the narrow opening of the inviting orifice. His prick bent slightly 
as he worked the head in but Susan hardly noticed. She tried to ignore the 
pressure and pain that she was feeling, deciding that it would be better 
once the boy had entered her fully, ending the unbearable suspense. 

Mike took his time about cornholing the middle-aged beauty. Most women 
didn't like anal sex, particularly with a man as well hung as himself, but 
Susan was something else, a woman who could do and dig everything. His huge 
cock disappeared an inch at a time into Susan's asshole and the woman did 
not complain, still willing to do anything for her virile young lover. 

Susan arched her back, trying to make it easier for her lover to enter her 
tight asshole. Now her buttocks were pressed firmly against the boy's 
midsection, her cunt touching his stationary balls. Mike continued to lean 
forward, letting his body weight do the bulk of the work. A few seconds 
later he had managed to fit the full seven inches of his cock into Susan's 
asshole with a minimum of difficulty. 

"Go slow," Susan cautioned her passionate lover. "I feel like candy on a 
stick. Let me get used to you before you start moving. So far it's not 
hurting me at all." 

Hard as it was for Mike to keep his lust in check, he did Susan's bidding, 
keeping his body pressed against hers, his prick motionless inside the 
woman's narrow asshole. Then the lusty lad began to grind his hips, stirring 
the woman from within, loosening Susan's asshole with his rotary motions. 

At first it was difficult for Susan. She was not exactly in pain but was 
paralyzed from having the thick organ forced into her almost virginal 
asshole. Finally she could feel herself loosening, her body being reformed 
to fit her lover's desires. A few minutes later she was able to enjoy 
herself, dig the feel of her lover's huge rigid prick. 

Mike withdrew his organ a few inches, watching closely as it slid out of the 
pink aperture. Susan sighed with relief as she felt the pressure being 
minimized. Then Mike was all the way inside her again, his prick moving more 
freely, blood coursing strongly through the lusting organ. 

Soon Mike was able to move with complete freedom. Susan's asshole was still 
tight and constricting, but her muscles were relaxed and that allowed him to 
fuck the woman faster and harder. It was difficult to keep his lust under 
control but Mike remembered his promise, had no intention of hurting the 
woman who had been so cooperative about servicing his lust. 

He pulled his prick part way out and then slammed it in with greater force, 
feeling every inch of Susan's asshole closing down on the thick organ. The 
woman was still not moving with him but she would come around eventually. In 
the meantime, there were a few things he could do to make it better for her. 

Mike reached around Susan's magnificent body, going for the woman's tits, 
knowing how sensitive Susan was in that area. His right hand closed down on 
her tits, cupping the heavy burden, seeking out the soft pink nipples. It 
was obvious that the woman was starting to get aroused, which served his 
purposes beautifully. Soon she would be begging him for more, hardly 
noticing the feel of his thick, heavy, plunging prick. 

He pinched Susan's nipples roughly, knowing that the woman needed extra 
stimulation to get her moving. His prick remained embedded to the hilt in 
Susan's asshole and now the tight canal was constricting even more around 
it, milking the come out of him, tighter than any cunt he had ever fucked. 

Susan backed into her lover, digging the feel of his hands and the warmth of 
his skin. Now she was used to having a cock stuck up her narrow asshole, was 
able to use that erogenous zone properly. Mike had been right all along. It 
had hurt at first but now she was beginning to enjoy the whole scene 
immensely. 

"Come on, move with me," Mike insisted. "It'll be better for both of us that 
way." 

Susan smiled at the boy's innocence, perfectly willing to do everything in 
her power to satisfy him. She had come already and it didn't seem likely 
that that would happen again but there was no reason not to try to help Mike 
along. His prick was beginning to turn her on as Susan gathered her 
strength, wondering if it would be possible to move with the heavy organ 
pinning her to her position on the dirty carpet. 

Susan bent her head until it was practically touching the floor. In that 
position it was easier to move her hips from side to side, increasing the 
pressure inside her overloaded asshole, bringing Mike that much closer to 
orgasm. The boy was enjoying himself so much that Susan would have been 
willing to do anything for him. 

All the while, Susan could feel her asshole being slowly eroticized She was 
beginning to like the feel of the heavy cock, could feel the moisture 
leaking out of her vacant cunt. The two orifices were so perfectly linked 
that it was like being fucked and corn-holed at the same time. 

"Put one of your fingers into my cunt," Susan groaned, her voice choked and 
husky. "I want to get off, too." 

Mike slowed down his assault long enough to satisfy the woman's request, 
letting go of Susan's tits and sliding his hand along the curves of her 
fleshy torso. Finally he managed to cover the woman's cunt, sliding two of 
his fingers into the breach, no long able to move his cock very much. 

Susan squeezed down with her vaginal sphincter, tightening her asshole at 
the same time. It felt wonderful to have the boy's fingers probing inside 
her pussy again, and now it no longer seemed impossible to come while she 
was being buggered. 

No, as long as Mike held out awhile longer, it was possible for them to have 
a dynamite mutual orgasm. 

Susan began to move with her lover again ignoring the cramped position which 
she had been forced to assume. Her muscles ached slightly but that was easy 
enough to tolerate now that her desires had been stimulated. Mike, for his 
part, could not have been more delighted with Susan's reactions, feeling his 
own lust boiling up to the breaking point. 

He slowed down slightly, letting Susan do the work, moving only the two 
fingers that had been inserted into the older woman's clinging pussy. His 
prick was trapped by Susan's asshole, caressed and manipulated by the smooth 
rectal walls. Yes, it had been a good idea to cornhole the luscious bitch, 
the perfect thing to get his mind off his business troubles. 

Susan concentrated on the fingers that were exploring her dripping cunt, 
occasionally brushing against her sensitive clitty. She felt that her body 
had been set oh fire, turned on in a new and exciting way. Her face was 
covered with sweat, making it impossible for Susan to keep her eyes open as 
the boy brought her closer and closer to a climax. 

Then Mike slid his fingers out of Susan's cunt for a few moments, unable to 
maintain the position he had assumed. Susan felt vacant and betrayed for a 
few seconds but then the boy was cornholing her again, his prick turning her 
on intensely. Mike seemed nowhere near ready to come but that did not bother 
Susan at all once she had begun to enjoy herself. 

"Shit, you don't know how good this feels," Mike muttered. "I'm going out of 
my mind, I swear I am. Don't move at all, just let me fuck you for a few 
minutes." 

Susan relaxed immediately, loving the feel of her man's cock as it slid 
repeatedly in and out of her spit-lubricated asshole. She tried to reach 
around for Mike's balls again but soon found it impossible. It was best to 
be completely passive for the nonce, let the boy bring her slowly and surely 
to orgasm. 

Then Susan was surprised to feel Mike's cock leaving her asshole, quickly 
forced into her hungry twat. At first it was impossible to distinguish 
between the two different types of sensation. Her cunt felt tight and slick, 
just like her asshole, equally sensitive to Mike's strong, plunging prick. 

The boy began to divide his strokes between cunt and asshole, something that 
Susan had never done before. She was an instant convert to the new style of 
lovemaking, feeling her body react in the best possible way. But then Mike 
forgot about her cunt again, preferring the tighter orifice, concentrating 
on cornholing the woman as hard and fast as he could. 

Susan felt her knees giving way as the boy continued to fuck her. She had 
maintained a difficult position for a full ten minutes, and now Mike was 
going to have to take care of his own desires. He held the woman by her 
hips, digging his fingers into the resilient flesh, refusing to let Susan 
move away from him now that he was zeroing in on his own climax. 

However, it was Susan who was the first to come. She felt a wave of fire 
passing through her body, the sensation localized in her cunt and clitoris. 
Her asshole contracted tighter than ever around Mike's cock and then Susan 
was able to relax completely, having her second orgasm of the morning. 

Every muscle in Mike's body contracted as he felt his mistress's orgasm 
beginning. It was hard to keep the woman from slipping away from him but 
Mike was determined to succeed. His arms became taut and contracted but soon 
Susan was done, panting loudly, her asshole as tight and moist as ever. 

It was time for him to think of his own pleasure, finish before he had 
exhausted the woman completely. Mike lifted Susan onto her knees again, 
rocking back on his heels and slamming the full seven inches of his prick 
into her welcoming asshole. Just a few more powerful strokes and he would be 
ready to fill that clinging aperture with a load of hot come. 

Mike looked down at his prick, watching the throbbing veins, feeling the 
come moving up from his balls and forming a temporary reservoir in the tip 
of his engorged organ. He tried to slow himself down but found it 
impossible. Susan was moving with him again, ignoring her fatigue, evidently 
wanting to get things over with as quickly as possible. 

He slammed his cock in for the last time and let it erupt deep inside 
Susan's asshole, the fluids bathing and soothing her irritated tissues. Mike 
felt as if he were having the strongest orgasm of his young life, completely 
turned on by Susan, ready to pass out from a surfeit of lust. 

He left his prick inside the woman's asshole until it had lost its firmness 
and thick rigidity, only then easing the load from Susan's bunghole. Susan 
remained on all fours on the carpet, feeling weak and slightly nauseated. It 
had been a long and tiring bout of love, but she had enjoyed every minute of 
it, was completely satisfied with her virile young lover. 

A few minutes later Susan was dressed and ready to leave, having forgot 
completely what Mike had suggested to her earlier that morning. Mike grabbed 
the woman by her elbow as Susan headed for the door, still not giving up on 
his crazy scheme, sure that he could talk Susan into anything after 
satisfying the woman's raging lust. 

"Look, I'm giving you a ticket to the concert and a press pass for the 
conference afterwards," He told Susan. "If you play your cards right, it 
should be easy as hell for you to get him alone, no problem at all." 

"Alright, you didn't forget," Susan answered with an ironic smile. "Tell me 
a little bit about this freak. Remember, I'm not promising anything. I'll do 
my best, but that's all." 

"This is going to sound weird but take my word for it," Mike continued, 
looking Susan directly in the eye. "The guy I want you to interview is into 
some kind of sado-masochistic trip. He's got a big hang-up for his mother, 
which made me think of you, if you know what I'm getting at." 

"Sure, he digs women who are old enough to remind him of Mommy," Susan 
answered with a chuckle. "And I'm the only woman you know who's older than 
twenty. Look, if this guy is really as weird as you say, I don't know how 
I'm going to handle him." 

Mike continued to talk, telling Susan that she had to come on strong, dress 
herself in some sort of leather outfit and find a way to attract the man's 
attention. It still seemed like a long shot to Susan but she figured she had 
nothing to lose in trying to help her employer out of a jam. 

"All right, I'll do my bit," Susan concluded. "I'll come in looking like a 
castrating mother and see if I can get him alone. I'll call you at home if 
anything good comes of it." 

"Thanks, Susan, I really don't know how express my gratitude," Mike 
concluded, sounding ridiculously formal considering the physical intimacy 
they had shared. "I'll be home all night, waiting to hear from you." 

Susan took a taxi home, wondering what would happen to her that night. She 
had broken one of the cardinal rules of her existence, allowing herself to 
get involved in other people's problems. Nonetheless, it was fascinating to 
think of herself meeting a young rock star, actually attempting to seduce 
the lad, like something out of a cheap cinematic melodrama. 

After showering, Susan dressed herself carefully, feeling rather ridiculous 
in the high leather boots she had borrowed from one of Tommy's girl friends. 
Still, nobody she knew would be at the concert and it was fun to dress up 
and go incognito. Most likely nothing would come of the silly masquerade but 
at least she would not be bored for the evening. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Susan Chambers sat alone in Leslie Kane's dressing room, still not sure how 
or why she had succeeded at her mission. However, the undeniable fact was 
that she had been invited to remain with Leslie long after the other 
reporters had been dismissed for the evening. As soon as Leslie removed his 
makeup and costume she would know for sure what lay in store for her. 

Quickly, Susan recapitulated the events of the evening. She had started by 
dressing herself in careful accordance with Mike Travers' specific 
instructions, wearing plenty of leather and even more makeup, making herself 
look as old and tough and forbidding as usual. It was hard to imagine anyone 
falling for that, but the disguise had worked like a charm. 

But first there had been the concert. Susan had heard a few of Leslie's 
records on the radio, had seen a few pictures and posters of the freaky 
teenage idol, but that had been scant preparation for the concert itself. 
Leslie's band had come on first, two of them wearing women's clothing, the 
other three practically naked. In her front row seat it had been easy for 
Susan to watch them closely throughout the performance. 

A full hour after the concert started there was a sudden pause, in stark 
contrast to the previous cacophony. The lights had brightened and then 
Leslie had come prancing and leaping on the stage to the strains of a wild 
standing ovation. Susan ignored the set and other musicians completely, 
anxious to examine the superstar closely. 

Leslie's performance had not been disappointing. The singer, who couldn't 
have been older than seventeen, was dressed in a wild costume consisting of 
jewels, spangles, bare chest, skin tight pants and boots that ended just 
below his crotch. His face was grotesquely cosmetized, with purple eye 
shadow, blue lipstick and a naked woman painted across his bare chest. 

And then the music had begun again, louder and more frantic than before. 
Leslie turned out to be a stage-wise performer, manipulated his audience 
until they were ready to storm the stage. He seemed a man possessed, 
shrieking until he was hoarse, dancing himself to a point of total 
exhaustion. 

As she had expected, the audience ate up the performance, standing on top of 
their seats, some of them dancing wildly in the aisles of the huge theater. 
Leslie was actually at his best when he was talking to the audience rather 
than singing, having two thousand youngsters literally eating out of his 
hand. 

Susan had proofread and edited several articles dealing with glitter rock as 
it was now called, but this was the first time she had seen it in action. As 
far as she could tell, most of the audience took the effeminate posings with 
a grain of salt. It was all feigned decadence but somehow that did not stop 
the performance from being exciting and effective. 

After the show, Susan had flashed her press pass, being allowed back stage 
for the customary hour long press conference. Leslie had come out in his 
costume, had ignored half the questions and given sarcastic answers to the 
others. It was obvious that he felt sure of his audience, thought of the 
press as an inconvenience, a necessary evil at best. 

During the interview, Leslie had stared at Susan directly, his eyes riveted 
to her short skirt and high, black leather boots. Susan hadn't bothered to 
ask any questions, staking everything on the private interview she had hoped 
to obtain. As the other reporters were filing out of the stuffy dressing 
room, Susan waited, sure that the boy would send for her. 

A man took Susan by the arm, asking her to wait. That brought Susan up to 
the present. The rest of the band had already left the theater for their 
hotel rooms. She was going to be all alone with Leslie Kane, a journalist's 
dream, exactly what Mike Travers had promised would happen if she followed 
his instructions. 

Five minutes later, Kane reappeared, dressed more simply, his makeup gone. 
The boy stood perhaps five and a half feet tall, could have weighed no more 
than one hundred-twenty pounds. His skin was as pale as that of an albino, 
while his eyes, even without cosmetics, were strange and burning, colorless, 
bottomless globes that seemed as evil as they were fascinating. 

Susan sat in a comfortable armchair, wondering what was going to happen 
next. Leslie stood before her for a few minutes, still staring at the woman 
with his blazing eyes, seeming afraid to start a conversation. Susan smiled 
and nodded her head, uncomfortable herself, not knowing what to do. 

"I saw you during the concert," Leslie said in his powerful high pitched 
voice. "I couldn't believe it when you came in with the other reporters. I 
just had to talk to you alone, but I was sure I would never see you again." 

"It was a hellofa concert," Susan complimented the lad sincerely enough. 
"I've just started being a reporter and I've never seen anything like it 
before." 

"It's all a business," Leslie answered, his eyes seeming to age and narrow. 
"Hard work and big money. Sometimes I'd like to drop the whole thing and go 
off to live by myself." 

It was difficult for Susan to form a judgment on the young singer. He was 
obviously a lot more intelligent than he let on to his audiences, knew all 
about the business end of rock music, had no illusions about his fame. On 
the other hand the boy seemed as freaky in real life as on stage, nervous, 
restless, unable to sit down or finish more than a few coherent sentences 
without lapsing into a fit of inarticulate muttering. 

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it when I saw you," Leslie repeated. "I never see 
chicks like you any more. You look so strong and beautiful, just like my 
mother when I was a little kid." 

"Were you close to her?" Susan asked sympathetically. 

"I've never found a woman to replace her." Leslie simpered in reply. "I need 
a strong woman around me to keep me out of trouble. I can't stand these 
weak, pretty young girls." 

So saying, Leslie parked his slender frame on the arm of Susan's chair, 
smiling and then blushing as if he had revealed some personal secret. Susan 
maintained her smile, feeling a bit out of her depth, not knowing how to 
react to the boy. She had enough material for an article already but it was 
best to keep Leslie talking, get as much dope as she possibly could. 

"I said I needed a woman like you," Leslie reiterated, practically shouting 
the words into Susan's adjacent ear. "I get so worked up after a show, I 
don't know what to do with myself." 

"I can't believe you have any trouble getting girls," Susan quipped. "There 
were about a thousand who would have given their eye teeth to be where I am 
now." 

"Yes, they're crazy about me, aren't they?" Leslie answered, pleased with 
her statement. "But I don't want them. They don't know what I need from a 
woman, strength, maturity, things like that." 

Susan was able to inhale the boy's perfume as he leaned closer to her, his 
enormous green eyes trying to swallow her entire face. The boy's skinny arms 
seemed to be quivering with fear, every nerve buzzing almost audibly. There 
was an incredible amount of tension in the young man, despite the fact that 
he had just danced and sang himself into near exhaustion. 

"Kiss me," Leslie commanded, his voice several notes higher than Susan's. 
"Take me in those strong arms and kiss me." 

At first Susan smiled, sure that the boy was kidding. But his bottomless 
green eyes looked hurt and confused, his tension seeming to grow with every 
passing second. Susan wrapped one arm around Leslie's slender shoulder and 
kissed him tenderly on the cheek, a mother's kiss, exactly what he wanted. 

The boy began to whimper, burying his head on Susan's shoulder, quivering 
almost violently. His thigh pressed against Susan's chest in that strange 
position and it was obvious that the boy had worked himself into a state of 
sexual arousal. As Mike had predicted, Susan's leather queen outfit was 
doing her a world of good, completely irresistible to the young superstar. 

Susan realized that it was too late to ask any further questions. The boy 
was almost on top of her now, his long arms wrapped around her back and 
chest, his lips dancing over her cheeks, kissing every part of Susan's face. 
All the while, Leslie's erection throbbed against her body Susan found that 
she was turned on by the whole scene, contrary to her expectations. 

However, Susan did not know how to react to the boy's advances, could not 
figure out what was expected of her. In his own weird way, Leslie was 
ridiculously attractive, so weak and effeminate that Susan was tempted to 
take her garb seriously, grabbing him by the hair and treating the lad with 
sadistic relish. 

She reached out and touched Leslie's crotch, sure that that gesture could 
produce no harm. It was as if she had touched the boy with fire, though. 
Leslie leaped off the chair and stood before Susan, his body quivering, his 
hands folded protectively over his still swelling erection. 

"No, don't touch me yet," Leslie whispered, his eyes darting from one side 
of the room to the other. "I've been a bad boy and I have to make it up to 
you. You know how." 

Susan nodded her head, knowing that she would figure it out sooner or later. 
Leslie waited a few minutes before sitting on the arm of her chair again, 
knowing that Susan wouldn't touch him again. His eyes were alive and 
mischievous now, his hands danced timidly on Susan's body, touching her 
breasts for a fraction of a second. It was obvious that the weird boy was 
slowly working himself up to something. 

Susan considered herself a normal woman, rather strait-laced where sexuality 
was concerned. However, she continued to be turned on intensely by the young 
rock star, especially when he dropped to his knees before her, his head 
resting against Susan's knees, his tongue protruding shyly to touch the 
leather boots. 

Susan spread her legs a few inches, letting the boy get in a little further 
but not all the way to her cunt. She could not help feeling like a 
domineering woman in charge of a naughty and willing young lad. It would be 
the experience of a lifetime to have her pussy eaten by the weirdo and it 
seemed that that act was next on Leslie Kane's agenda. 

Leslie struggled to wedge his head deeper into Susan's groin, whimpering all 
the while like a sickly child. His arms and legs were trembling and 
vibrating uncontrollably, his neck seemed like it was going to snap. 
Eventually Susan opened her legs wider, hooking her fingers into her black 
lace panties, making her cunt available for the desperate boy's lips and 
tongue. 

Immediately, Leslie started to eat the woman out. His tongue covered Susan's 
soft blonde pubic hair, soaking it completely, not resting for a second. His 
hands moved timidly up Susan's body, coming to rest just below her tits. 
Susan closed her eyes and leaned back in the comfortable velour chair, her 
emotions in a state of total confusion. 

"Go ahead and do it," she muttered instinctively. "You've got to take your 
punishment like all bad boys. Now do it and don't stop until I fill your 
wicked little mouth with come." 

Leslie stared up at his mistress, his face mask of fear. At first Susan 
thought that she had said the wrong thing, but that turned out to be a 
mistake. Leslie's eyes melted and began to tear, but a few seconds later his 
head was back in position, his tongue sliding slowly into Susan's parted 
labia. 

It was difficult for the boy to eat her out while Susan was still fully 
dressed. She slid her panties down her legs and over her knees until they 
rested on the instep of her black leather boots. Now the boy could get at 
her more easily, satisfy the lust that had built up in Susan so quickly. 

Leslie protruded a long, incredibly pink tongue and immediately inserted the 
organ into Susan's vulva. The older woman moaned with ecstasy, turned on 
beyond all expectations, knowing that she was likely to have her orgasm in 
record time. They were alone in the spacious dressing room and she felt 
certain that Leslie had set things up so they would not be interrupted. 

"You can do it better than that," Susan stated, her voice icy and hard. "You 
don't want me to discipline you, do you? Well, you better make me come in 
five minutes or I'm going to give you the hardest spanking of your wicked 
young life." 

This time the rock star did not look up at his mistress. His slender tongue 
spoke eloquently, digging deeper into Susan's raging pussy, licking every 
available inch of the salty membranes. He reached up farther and placed each 
of his hands on Susan's tits, manipulating the firm flesh gently, knowing 
how to stimulate a woman in no uncertain terms. 

Susan held the boy's head in position for the next few minutes, not letting 
Leslie back up an inch. Her body was on fire from being with the epicene lad 
and she had to find satisfaction. Her cunt was already contracting around 
the probing tongue but Susan knew it would take a while longer before she 
was able to keep her promise by coming in the boy's mouth. 

She pulled at the neckline of her blouse, wanting to feel the boy's skinny, 
sensitive fingers on her bare tits. Eventually she was able to liberate the 
heavy globes from the wire brassiere she was wearing, letting the boy sink 
his fingers into the resilient flesh, serving her lust perfectly. 

Leslie removed his tongue from the woman's vulva, quickly licking and 
sucking at Susan's clitoris as if afraid she would make good on her threat 
to spank him. By that time Susan was past the point of play acting. The 
boy's tongue was driving her mad with lust and she could not say a word, 
could do nothing but sit there and wait to be brought to orgasm. 

Leslie's tongue cleaved to her swollen clitty, his teeth occasionally 
clamping down on the supersensitive gland. Susan moaned audibly, rubbing her 
hands roughly on the boy's head, occasionally pulling at his soft, white 
hair. Leslie looked so young and helpless and innocent that it was 
impossible not to react to him. 

"That's better," Susan was finally able to say. "You've got me almost ready. 
You can work on my clitty for a while, but you've got to eat my cunt again 
before I come." 

Leslie did exactly what he was told, his tongue moving faster than ever as 
it brushed back and forth on the tiny, brick-red organ. Susan's hands held 
him in position and then pushed the boy's head away. Susan was almost there, 
her arms and legs stiff already. All she needed was a few more strokes of 
that talented tongue to bring her over the verge. 

The rock star went back to work with a vengeance, letting go of Susan's 
tits, ignoring the nipples that he had massaged into a state of arousal. His 
tongue delved deeper into Susan's pussy until she wondered how the boy was 
able to breath. Nonetheless he had her at the point of release at that 
moment, waiting for the final modicum of sexual stimulation. 

The boy's head bobbed up and down prettily, his tongue teasing Susan now, 
their positions once again reversed. He was taunting the older woman, making 
Susan wait for her orgasm. It was impossible to reverse what he had started 
but Susan was frustrated anyway, increasingly angry at her young charge. 

She reached down and grabbed Leslie by the nape of his neck, realizing how 
frail the boy really was. It was possible to snap that neck like a cornstalk 
but Susan did not let herself get too rough. She kept the boy's head in 
position and soon his tongue was back in the depth's of her pussy, licking 
frantically at the sensitive membranes, bringing her the rest of the way. 

"It's happening now," Susan muttered quietly. "Oh, yes, I can feel it all 
happening to me. Are you ready, Leslie, ready to swallow the big load of 
come I'm going to give you?" 

Leslie held his tongue in position just as Susan started to shoot her load. 
A river of come flooded his clinging mouth, covering the boy's effeminate 
face in its sticky flow. Susan was amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. 
She felt as if she had been taken up in the boy's vision, made as evil and 
freaky as Leslie, which was pleasing her all too well. 

Susan's orgasm seemed to go on forever. One spasm of lust after another 
passed through her limbs and pudenda. Eventually she was able to open her 
eyes and relax, glad that the boy was still eating her out, prolonging the 
last vestiges of sensual pleasure, obviously pleased with what he had done. 

Leslie finally moved away from his new mistress, squatting on the floor, his 
prick bulging practically out of his incredibly tight iridescent trousers. 
He began to cry a few seconds later surprising Susan completely. The tears 
were real, cascading down his girlish face until Susan got out of her chair 
and went over to comfort the freaky lad. 

"You did it to me," Leslie said in an accusatory tone. "You're just like 
her. Just like all the others. I knew that you were going to make me do 
that." 

"It wasn't so bad, was it?" Susan asked, letting the boy rest his head 
against the cold black leather of her high boots. "In fact, you seemed to 
enjoy it." 

"But look at me," Leslie protested, his voice nearly hysterical. "Look at 
me-you know where! What am I going to do about it! How am I going to get rid 
of that horrible thing?" 

Now that her passion had been momentarily quelled, Susan was able to 
consider her situation more objectively. It was obvious that the boy had 
fallen for her completely, was totally dependent on her. Still, a thousand 
things could go wrong before she got the interview she had promised Mike 
Travers. Susan knew that she was still treading on dangerous ground. 

"I could help you with that," she said with a smile. "It looks rather nice 
to me. The thing is, you've got to do something for me too. It's only fair. 
Will you help me, Leslie?" 

"I already did," Leslie protested, sounding more and more like an idiot 
child. "What else could you want? You're being so cruel to me. I'll get even 
with you someday." 

"All I want is an interview," Susan responded, crossing her fingers and 
hoping for the best. "An interview with Big Beat Magazine. That won't do you 
any harm now, will it?" 

Leslie stared at the woman, his eyes flashing for a few seconds. The boy 
realized that he was being taken advantage of, unable to protect himself 
from the woman who was his mistress. He nodded his head and then spoke 
again, promising an exclusive if only Susan would help him quell his raging 
hard-on. 

"All right, it's a deal," Susan said, bowing her head and kissing the boy on 
his pale cheek. "Now get out of those silly pants before I take a hairbrush 
to you and give you the spanking you deserve. Hurry now. I don't have all 
night!" 

Susan tried to make her voice as cruel and foreboding as possible but 
wondered if she was really doing a good job of it. Sado-masochistic games 
were not exactly her forte but the boy was less than critical about that. 
His passion had been aroused and that was evidently the only thing that 
mattered. 

Barefoot already, Leslie managed to squirm out of his trousers, tearing the 
satin material and spilling sequins all over the polished floor of his 
dressing room. He stood naked before Susan, surprising the woman once again. 
His prick was erect already, a full six thick inches of male lust. However, 
the boy had almost no pubic hair at all. What there was had been shaved 
carefully, giving him an even stranger appearance. 

Leslie blushed as he saw Susan examining him closely. The boy was sick, 
Susan decided, precociously perverted despite his age and emotional 
immaturity. Nonetheless, Susan could not help being attracted to him. That 
sort of thing was contagious and she could hardly wait for a chance to blow 
the handsome lad. 

It would have been even better to have the boy fuck her but Susan knew that 
that was out of the question. No, she would suck the boy off as skillfully 
as she could, and then he would answer her questions. After that was over 
she would be able to return to the sanity of her own apartment. 

Leslie plunked himself down into the chair Susan had vacated, his prick 
sticking straight out before him. Susan stared at the erect rod for a few 
seconds, then dropped silently to her knees. The sooner she got things over 
with the better. Susan opened her mouth immediately, protruding her long, 
pink tongue, ready to bring the boy to a state of orgasm. 

Susan clamped her lips around the surprisingly large member, going to work 
without hesitation. She had got herself into a strange scene but Susan knew 
that she would never regret it. It was something that would never happen to 
her again, an experience without parallel, something she would never forget. 

Leslie responded like any other man Susan had ever been with. His prick got 
harder and firmer in her talented mouth, filling it to capacity. He did not 
move his prick, making Susan do the lion's share of the work, something else 
she didn't mind. 

Susan felt fully confident of helping the boy get his rocks off, knew that 
it would take no more than a few minutes. 

Susan bounced her head up and down a few times, taking in more of her young 
lover's cock with every stroke. Her mouth was watering copiously from the 
effort of blowing Leslie and it was obvious that the boy was enjoying her 
attentions, his cock as hard and firm as a bar of structural steel. 

Susan's hand closed down on the boy's heavy, hairless balls, squeezing the 
orbs gently, wanting him to come as quickly and passionately as possible. 
Her tongue was like a snake, darting over the entire surface of the thick 
organ. Soon Susan felt her lips resting against the boy's hairless skin, her 
teeth digging gently into the root of his cock. 

She kept the heavy organ buried in her mouth for a few seconds and then let 
it slide almost all the way out, coated now with a film of her saliva. 
Immediately, Susan went back into action, sucking and licking at the 
luscious organ, knowing that she would soon receive a mouthful of hot, 
bubbling come. 

For a few moments, Susan concentrated on the head of her young lover's 
prick, her lips framing the purple crown, tormenting it with prolonged 
caresses. Susan could taste a drop of come in her mouth already but knew 
that it was a false alarm, that the boy wasn't yet ready for the real thing. 

She sucked in more of Leslie's cock, perfectly reconciled at that point, 
loving what she was doing. It seemed strange no longer, the most natural 
thing in the world for her to be on her knees before the boy, sucking his 
naked cock without rest. Susan let go of the boy's balls at that point, 
knowing that further stimulation was hardly necessary. 

Her tongue continued to move, however, laving the heavy organ with saliva. 
Susan looked up at Leslie and saw that the boy had his eyes closed. His face 
was taut and paler than ever, his lips dry and chapped. He seemed to be 
waiting, unsure that he would be really be able to fire his wad. 

"Yes, keep doing that," Leslie muttered. "It's happening to me, I know it's 
going to happen. Swallow me, make me disappear into that beautiful mouth of 
yours." 

Susan did her lover's bidding immediately, making the heavy cock disappear 
from view. She handled it easily, still remembering the sex scene she had 
had with Mike Travers that afternoon. It was hard to say which young lover 
had turned her on more intensely, a moot question at best. Susan would know 
for sure when the boy had his orgasm, now just a few seconds away. 

Susan curled her tongue around the probing, plunging cock, feeling the boy's 
passion rising to a fevered pitch. He was beginning to fuck her mouth, 
moving tentatively at first but then with greater confidence. It was not 
easy for Susan to handle the big cock now. Her face was red from lack of 
air, her lips tired, her jaw feeling as if it had been dislocated. 

Then it started to happed to the young superstar. Leslie stopped moving as 
suddenly as he had begun. His prick rested against the back of Susan's 
throat and then exploded without warning, spraying an enormous amount of 
hot, frothing come into the clinging chamber. Susan swallowed quickly, 
loving the acrid fluids, proud that she had been able to satisfy the lad. 

She kept licking Leslie's cock until it was pulled from her mouth, hanging 
lean and naked before her staring eyes. Susan got to her feet slowly, more 
tired than she should have been, knowing that she had to hurry and complete 
her interview before the boy decided to start some newer, freakier sex 
scene. 

"Do we have to talk now?" Leslie pleaded. "I have to do so many interviews. 
I hoped you'd be different. All right, I won't be a bad boy any more. What 
do you want to know?" 

Susan removed her steno pad and a sharpened pencil, remembering the things 
Mike had told her to ask the superstar. The questions seemed rather naive 
after what she had seen of Leslie, but evidently the readership would 
consider it hot stuff. Susan worked quickly, finding that she wanted to 
leave quickly, having had more than enough of the pathetically perverted 
young man. 

Leslie answered the questions intelligently and to the point, veteran of 
thousands of similar ordeals. His eyes continued to burn into Susan's body, 
but she ignored that aspect of their relationship. The interview lasted a 
full half hour, filling several pages of Susan's notebook. Eventually there 
was nothing left to ask, and Susan prepared to leave. 

"You're not really going to go, are you?" Leslie asked, his voice an amalgam 
of arrogance and fear. "Other women would pay anything to be alone with me." 

"You're a nice boy," Susan answered. "I'm very fond of you, but this isn't 
really my scene. I had a job to do, and now I've got to go home and write up 
this interview. Maybe we can meet again next time you come here for a 
concert." 

"I could pay you more than that stupid magazine," Leslie added petulantly. 
"I have all the money you'd ever need. Please stay with me, Susan, I need 
you so badly." 

Susan left a few minutes later, before the boy had a chance to punctuate his 
words with tears. The next two hours were spent typing up the interview, 
after which Susan was ready for bed. As she turned the lights out, Susan had 
an intuition that she had not seen the last of Leslie Kane. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The following day Susan arose well after ten, getting out of bed with a 
splitting headache. While making black coffee for herself, Susan stared with 
uninhibited hostility at the pile of notes she had brought back from her 
interview with Leslie Kane. She should have gotten up earlier, she chided 
herself, or at least called Big Beat to tell Mike Travers the good news. 

Despite her self-criticism, Susan saw fit to dawdle over her breakfast, 
re-living the experiences of the previous night, her memory letter perfect. 
It had been the strangest sexual scene of her entire life, the capstone of 
the new sensuality she had discovered after seducing Tom Cullen. 

Reflective by nature, Susan couldn't help going over her motivations and 
reactions. Leslie Kane represented some sort of ultimate entity to her as 
well as to his multitude of fans. Tom had awakened an interest in young 
lovers, which had been furthered in the course of her affair with the more 
experienced and virile Mike Travers. 

That part of her life had culminated in the evening Susan had spent with the 
young rock idol. Leslie had not only been her chronological junior, the boy 
had been little more than a child, both physically and emotionally. It was 
time for Susan to consider the results of her sexual experimentation. 

The salient fact was that Susan was enjoying her sex life for the first time 
in well over a decade. Never had she been so free of her former husband's 
insidious influence, so open to new experience, so receptive to the signals 
of her still lovely body. Yes, in a way she was doing the right thing in 
yielding to her impulses, despite the feelings of apprehension that 
continued to plague her at times like the present. 

Susan did not consider her desires unnatural. Most people had fairly kinky 
sexual desires but were afraid to act on them. After all, the combination of 
a divorced woman and a teenaged boy was a cliche, something that could be 
seen almost anywhere. However, Susan knew that she was different from most 
people, that her actions were rarely guided by purely emotional 
considerations. 

There was a deeper meaning to her actions, a meaning that continued to 
escape the intelligent woman. For the first time in her life, Susan felt 
driven, controlled by events. She was compelled to seek out young lovers, 
would have found it difficult to get along without them. A plan began to 
take shape in Susan's mind as she finished her breakfast. 

Ten minutes later she was on the bus, heading for the offices of Mike 
Travers' magazine. The first order of business was to resign her position. 
Susan had managed to put a little money aside over the last month and would 
have plenty of time to find other, less emotionally taxing employment. She 
would tell Mike that very morning that she was leaving. 

Susan entered the offices of the magazine, her mind already made up. Nothing 
was going to alter her decision and that made Susan feel good. She had never 
been a decisive person but now it was obvious that she had to leave. After 
that, it seemed likely that her life would become easier to manage. 

Susan strode the length of the corridor to Mike's office. Several people 
were milling in the corridor, but nobody she knew personally with the 
exception of Joni Ayers. She stared at Susan with undisguised yearning but 
the older woman refused to return the signal. It seemed like a thousand 
years since they had made their little scene, a scene Susan was determined 
not to repeat. 

She opened the door of Mike's office and then quickly took two backward 
steps, shocked to see that he was not alone. Perhaps she shouldn't have been 
surprised but it was not every day that one walked in and saw one's boss 
naked and fucking on the office couch, hardly looking up from his frolics as 
he heard her entrance. 

A great deal of activity took place in the next minute, most of it performed 
by the brunette as she struggled into her clothing, hiding from Susan's 
sarcastic smile. The girl ran out blushing, another groupie seduced and 
abandoned. Mike dressed himself quickly, the door still wide open, a smile 
on his face as he invited Susan to come in with her folder of precious 
material. 

"So tell me. How did it go? Did you get the interview?" Mike asked, not 
pausing between questions, unable to hid his panic. "I was waiting for you 
to call me at home last night." 

"Well, I came through, just like you wanted," Susan answered in a bleak, 
flat tone of voice. "It's nice to go out with a bang. If you want to do me a 
real favor, pay me now. I'm a little short, and I wanted to go shopping 
today." 

"Wait a minute," Mike interrupted. "What's this about you going out? You 
can't leave now. I need your help with the article, and if the mag doesn't 
go under, I'll need you even more." 

"Sorry about that," Susan answered sympathetically. "I told you when I first 
came that I didn't want to get involved. Well, that's happened so it's time 
for me to split." 

Mike stared at the woman, wondering if Susan was creating a ploy for some 
ulterior motive, perhaps a raise. But the woman returned his gaze and it 
became obvious that she was sincere in her desire to leave. Mike was going 
to have to find some way to keep his invaluable employee on staff. 

"Doesn't our personal relationship mean anything to you?" he asked, his 
voice properly timid. "We're so close, at least I thought we were, and now 
you hit me with this." 

"It won't work, Mike," Susan answered. "You're very sweet and a real 
silver-tongued devil, among your other talents, but I'm going and that's 
final. Besides, you seem to be doing all right for yourself. I wished I 
looked half as good as that girl you were with. You'll find someone to 
replace me." 

"Not for business," Mike told her, not denying Susan's other assertions. "I 
don't know what I'm going to do." 

"There are plenty of competent people," Susan assured her former employer. 
"Anyway, take a look at the article. I think you'll like it, and it was kind 
of fun to write." 

Mike scanned the notes, studying a few passages closely. Susan hadn't been 
kidding about the article. It was just what they needed, a really well 
written piece with information that would be gobbled by their readership. It 
was a damned shame to lose Susan just as she was learning the ropes. 

"How was Leslie as a person?" Mike asked, shaking his head at some of the 
details revealed in the interview. "Did he fall for your act or did you have 
to improvise?" 

"Weird, plain weird," Susan replied, not smiling any longer. "He did like 
me, though, even offered me a job. No, don't get the idea I'm leaving to 
work for him. I refused, of course." 

There was nothing more to say. Susan kissed her lover on the cheek, a 
sisterly buss that sealed their relationship once and-for all. Mike had 
become boring in any case, his youthful idealism slowly yielding to a 
businessman's mentality. Had she stayed on at the magazine, Susan would have 
refused to sleep with him again. It was likely they would never see one 
another in the future, which would be easy enough to bear. 

That afternoon Susan sat alone in her apartment, knowing that the telephone 
was going to ring. It had been easy enough to think about Leslie in 
objective terms while she was in Mike's office, but now Susan knew that she 
missed the boy, had lost none of her interest or fascination. And he was 
going to call her, it was something Susan would have bet her life on. 

The phone rang at two o'clock, just as Susan was leaving for the 
supermarket. The high-pitched, immature voice was instantly recognizable as 
belonging to Leslie Kane. Susan greeted her newest lover, her voice 
reflecting both fear and enthusiasm. Leslie, despite his insanity, came to 
the point rather quickly. He wanted Susan to be with him, either as 
employee, mistress or both. He was willing to pay her almost anything. 

At first Susan tried to protest, going through the motions although the 
outcome was already certain. Leslie played his part, urging the older woman, 
cajoling, pleading, answering each objection with the same emotional appeal. 
He referred again and again to the understanding between them, insisted that 
no other woman had ever treated him as Susan had. 

A week later, Susan found herself briefly alone in an extensive hotel suite 
on Manhattan's upper east side. Leslie had been a whirlwind once she had 
accepted his offer. Susan had been given an hour to pack, a limousine 
calling for her and bringing her immediately to the airport. Since then they 
had covered six cities in seven days, two concerts in each city, a pace 
Susan felt would be fatal. 

As usual, Susan had ended up dominating the situation. Leslie had surrounded 
himself with professionals but Susan's status soon was formalized. She was 
the boss, the one Leslie turned to for advice. Within three days after 
joining him, Susan had a good working knowledge of Leslie's affairs, was 
ready to do her best to improve their management. 

Her months at Big Beat stood Leslie in good stead, having given her a bit of 
expertise in the rock scene. Eventually she would assume the mantle of 
business manager. Now, when the storm had finally abated, Susan was more 
than content to relax on the huge, circular double bed, waiting for Leslie 
to return from a private party to which he had been invited. 

The door opened and Susan sat up on the bed, surprised to see Leslie in the 
company of two other youngsters. Susan hadn't kept a tight rein on the boy, 
had discovered that he had friends and mistresses in most cities of the 
nation. That was fine with Susan, despite her growing obsession for the lad. 
She had never been the jealous type. 

"Hey, Susan, I wanted you to meet Chris and Sundance," Leslie blurted, his 
voice sounding more childish than ever. "We grew up together, all three of 
us, and we've been through all kinds of shit ever since. How about rolling a 
couple of hash joints so we can all get to know each other better." 

Susan rolled the joints, looking carefully at the two children. Chris was a 
tall, emaciated lad with shoulder length black hair and startling green 
eyes. He was dressed in a leather, parti-colored jacket, high boots and 
bright red pants. Sundance, his sister or girlfriend, was short, voluptuous 
and red-haired, an extremely attractive girl, even to Susan. 

It didn't take long for the party to get started. All four sat down on the 
vast bed and passed the joints from hand to hand. Without saying a word, 
Sundance began to remove her clothing, one garment at a time, leaving her 
magnificent young body. Susan couldn't help staring at the girl and at the 
two males. It seemed more than likely that an orgy was about to begin. 

Chris struggled out of most of his clothing, pulling the jeans over his 
heavy boots. He kissed Sundance and then they went at it for real, their 
bodies tumbling and rolling over the bed, brushing repeatedly against Susan 
as she concentrated on getting high. It was all right, she told herself, 
would be a welcome break in the sexual routine she and Leslie had 
established. 

It was pleasant to watch the two children making love. Chris was perhaps 
sixteen, Sundance a year or two older. The girl's development was something 
to be marveled at, her tits larger than Susan's, her hips full and mature. 
Much of her body was covered with a fine, fuzzy down, which excited Susan, 
assuring her that she wanted a scene with the youngsters. 

Chris got on top of the voluptuous girl, wedging his prick between her 
enormous titties. Sundance held the big boobs together, forming a soft 
fleshy channel for her lover's rod, which had filled with blood and swollen 
to a short but respectably thick erection, contrasting sharply to his 
slender, elongated physique. 

Chris's prick slid along the girl's chest and then came to rest on 
Sundance's chin. Then the lovely redhead protruded her tongue saucily, 
licking the very tip of the swollen member, a wicked smile on her otherwise 
girlish features. A few seconds later the prick had entered her mouth and 
she was sucking it with expertise, getting her audience hot, bothered and 
ready to join in on the action at the first opportunity. 

Susan grabbed for Leslie's prick as she pulled at her own clothing. Chris, 
despite his freaky clothing and the fact that he hadn't said a word since 
entering the suite, was a most attractive young man, seeming far more normal 
in his sexuality than Leslie. She would switch partners as quickly as 
possible, try that short, heavy prick on for size. 

Soon all four orgiasts were naked and ready to swing. Susan sucked her 
lover's prick for a few minutes, keeping her eyes riveted to the couple 
making love only inches away. Then she was able to stretch her right hand 
out, touching Chris' balls, feeling a surge of electrical excitement pass 
through her body. 

"I guess you can have him if you want," Sundance announced, letting the 
boy's prick slide out of her mouth. "Let's make it a really good scene, 
though, all four of us." 

"We'll work up to it," Susan insisted. "First in couples, then as a group. 
Hope that's okay with you." 

Giving Sundance no chance to register any objection, Susan took the tall, 
slender body in her arms, feeling that she was stronger them Chris, stronger 
than the three of them together. Used to dominating Leslie, she could feel 
that she hac become a harder person, something that did not please Susan 
altogether. 

She continued the work Sundance had started, rolling onto her back and 
letting Chris fuck her mouth with his erect rod. Soon Susan decided that she 
would prefer fucking. She spit the cock out and then lay back, holding it 
with her fingers and guiding it slowly towards her open and dripping cunt. 

Chris responded immediately, smiling down at the woman and revealing a set 
of horribly decayed teeth. His prick slid home with no difficulty and Susan 
began to move immediately, digging her ass into the soft mattress beneath 
her, closing her cunt muscles down on the prick that was wedged inside her. 

Chris hardly moved at all, too fragile to be an active lover. There was 
nothing wrong with his prick, however, which remained hard and firm in 
Susan's twat, throbbing with passion, under the boy's control. Susan took a 
quick look at the other couple and saw that they were masturbating each 
other, a thing she had never done in the week she had been with Leslie. 

The two children sat facing one another, their legs crossed, each reaching 
out to caress the other's genitals. Leslie had raised an erection 
immediately, obviously comfortable with his old friend. But Susan was past 
the point of caring. She had been horny all day and now her orgasm was 
coming on in record time. Any second now, and it would be happening to her. 

"That's it, move it around inside me," she encouraged her passive partner. 
"Just do it a little and I'll come all over you." 

Chris stared down at the woman, shocked by Susan's passion. He was used to 
freaky scenes, needed something more than a straightforward fuck to 
stimulate him. He had been fucking the older women only five minutes or so 
and already she was coming, her cunt trapping his prick, her arms almost 
crushing the breath from his slender bony chest. 

Susan finished her orgasm quickly, screaming her lust aloud. She felt the 
juices leaking out of her pussy and then cascading down the boy's naked 
thighs. Susan felt relaxed now, able to contemplate the scene that was going 
to happen next. 

After Chris had rolled off her body, Susan felt the young girl taking his 
place, her cunt rubbing against Susan's, her huge tits pressing against her 
midsection. Susan ground and gyrated with the girl, finally leaning her head 
up to kiss Sundance. The two boys watched carefully, their pricks at full 
mast, knowing they would get in on the fun soon. 

Leslie winked at his friend and then began to horn in on the action, pushing 
his prick forward so that it was resting against Susan's lips. She opened up 
and swallowed the first three inches of the thick tube, feeling another hand 
caressing her tits. A few seconds later Susan felt as if she were being made 
love to by an army, hardly able to tell who was doing what to her. 

She opened her eyes and saw that Sundance was now eating out her pussy, only 
her tongue entering the sperm-spattered orifice. That left room for Chris to 
work on her clitty with fingers and tongue. For the moment, Leslie contended 
himself with sucking her nipples, drawing the rosy pink stars into his mouth 
and biting them until they had turned hard and red and puckered. 

Despite the orgasm she had just weathered, Susan found herself being turned 
on instantaneously. She had been to only one orgy before but this was 
something different, in a class by itself. Tom and his friends had been high 
spirited and lusty but these kids were real pros. It was impossible to tell 
how may times they had found themselves in similar situations. 

Sundance was doing a magnificent job of eating Susan's cunt, her tongue 
moving as fast a lizard's, her lips closing over the moist labia and 
tickling them gently. Susan decided that she might as well go all the way 
with her lovers, act her fantasies out completely with the three voluptuous 
youths. 

She rolled over onto her side and instructed Chris to work his prick into 
her asshole, as soon as he had lubricated that narrow orifice with his long 
red tongue. The boy swung into action immediately, intimidated by Susan, not 
daring to object. A few seconds later she could feel him starting to enter 
her, knew that her second orgasm wouldn't be far off. 

The short, stocky prick entered Susan a little at a time, finally being 
buried to the hilt in her yielding bunghole. Sundance continued to speak her 
mute language of love, her tongue deeper inside Susan's cunt. Only the 
thinnest bit of flesh separated prick and tongue and soon it became 
impossible for Susan to concentrate on anything but her growing lust. 

Leslie, feeling left out of things, moved to the head of the large double 
bed, his prick sticking straight out before him. He looked jealous of his 
friends, unhappy that he had decided to share Susan's attentions with them. 
Sensing what was wrong, Susan took his prick between her thick, sensual 
lips, determined to give the boy the best blow job of his young life, 
difficult as that would be in her current situation. 

Leslie mounted his mistress, squatting on Susan's chest so that his prick 
would enter deeper into her clinging mouth. Now Susan's body was bent almost 
double in the effort to keep all her lovers happy. It was a strain, but she 
was up to it, willing to go through anything to keep the scene going. 

She moved with all three lovers, setting up subtle counter-rhythms with her 
hips and ass, reaching down with her hands in a futile attempt to locate 
Sundance's cunt. She settled for the girl's incredibly firm, full tits, 
squeezing them roughly, turning the nipples over and over between her 
fingers. 

The combined ministrations of the three lovers got better and better for 
Susan Chambers. She could see that they had varied the routine slightly, 
both boys reaching out and caressing Sundance's body. Their limbs seemed 
inextricably tangled but that was nothing to worry about since Susan would 
have been more than content to stay that way indefinitely. 

Chris began to move behind her, the first time he had been so sexually 
active. His prick darted into Susan's asshole and then moved in a slow, 
circular pattern, contrasting to the quick, relentless strokes of Sundance's 
probing tongue. Leslie remained near motionless on top of her, his prick 
throbbing, almost ready to fire his wad into Susan's waiting mouth. 

Susan felt Chris coming inside her, shooting his load for the second time in 
ten minutes. It was a rather weak and protracted orgasm that hardly turned 
her on at all. However, as soon as the boy had removed his prick, it was 
replaced again with his tongue, which was more to Susan's liking. Now the 
stimulation was gentle and irresistible. She would be the next to come. 

Susan swallowed the full length of Leslie's thick cock just as her orgasm 
began. She felt stimulated as never before, with six hands exploring her 
body, caressing every inch of her. Her orgasm was total and overwhelming, 
her entire body having been transmogrified into a continuous erogenous zone. 
Susan kept her eyes open as she came, another break in her routine. 

Her body thrashed and writhed across the huge bed, threatening to send all 
three lovers toppling on to the floor. It was all they could do to keep 
their tongues and pricks inside the woman's body until Susan's orgasm had 
ended. She knew she was frightening the youngsters, fitting their images of 
an insatiable old harridan, but that was something else that failed to 
disturb her. 

Susan finally stopped coming, pushing her lovers away, trying to catch her 
breath. Leslie's prick was still hard as a rock and he obviously was on the 
verge of orgasm but Susan was not going to satisfy him. Sundance was a 
lovely consummate girl who could take care of that problem for her. 

Sundance rolled over onto all fours on the bed, offering Leslie a choice of 
her cunt or asshole. The boy crouched behind her and admired Sundance's 
charms for the moment under the watchful eye of the other two voluptuaries. 
He opted for the girl's well distended bunghole, slipping his prick in 
without any lubrication other than Susan's warm saliva. 

It was pleasant for Susan to relax and watch the youngsters perform for her. 
Leslie seemed less hung-up and more virile than ever, his body not 
trembling, his erection remaining without difficulty. He was fucking 
Sundance's asshole so violently that Susan couldn't help wincing out of 
empathy. 

Nonetheless the girl was more than able to handle herself in bed, veteran of 
an innumerable amount of similar orgies. She ground her hips into Leslie's 
frail midsection and then rippled her anal muscles from within, causing the 
boy to gasp with lust, barely able to keep up with his fleshy young 
mistress. 

But he came a few seconds later, ramming his prick into the inviting hole 
and leaving it there as the come cascaded out of his swollen prick. 
Sundance's face lit up in smiles as she felt herself being washed from 
within. She continued to grin long after the boy had removed his prick 
completely. 

"We should do something really wild now," Sundance suggested a few seconds 
later. "New positions, new combinations, anything but the same old fucking. 
Susan, you think of something." 

"I don't know, I'm pretty easy to please," Susan demurred. "It was pretty 
nice while we were all fucking together. Maybe we could do that again but 
change the combinations every few seconds, you know, turn each other on 
totally." 

Sundance thought it over and then nodded her head in agreement, leaping over 
Chris's prone body and planting an affectionate kiss on Susan's lips. Susan 
sucked the girl's tongue in immediately, finding Sundance far more 
stimulating than her first female lover. Fucked-up chicks like Joni Ayers 
could give lesbianism a bad name, but Sundance was doing a good job of 
righting the balance. 

The two women continued to kiss, lying on their sides, their bodies pressed 
together firmly. Then they began to roll across the vast double bed, pushing 
the boys aside, each reaching out for the other's tits. Then Susan could 
feel Chris going for her cunt again, his long index finger slipping 
effortlessly into the well lubricated canal. They were ready to start again. 

This time Leslie became the center of attention. Chris sat on one corner of 
the bed and watched as the two women blew him simultaneously, Susan working 
on his hairless balls and Sundance servicing the full six inches of his 
cock. Soon the girls began to take turns on the tumid organ, their mouths 
working in perfect unison, giving Leslie no chance to collect himself. 

Susan reached around and forced her index finger into Leslie's open asshole, 
sure that the boy would appreciate the gesture. That gave the younger girl a 
free ride on Leslie's cock. She stopped sucking him off and then wrapped her 
legs around the boy's side, fitting his cock into her open vulva. Soon their 
bodies were cemented together with a common bond of lust. 

It did not take long for Chris to tire of being a mere spectator. He began 
to jerk himself off, gripping his prick tightly and pounding at the short 
organ, soon working himself into a state of full erection. He watched how 
Susan was eating out Leslie's asshole, her tongue darting in and out of the 
breach. It was easy enough for him to approach the woman while she was in 
that position, working his cock into Susan's mouth, remembering how good she 
had looked while blowing his friend Leslie. 

It was difficult for him to crouch over Susan without losing his balance, 
but Chris turned the trick, shoving his cock and balls against the woman's 
chin. Susan ignored the hot rod for a few seconds, opening her ruby lips and 
taking the boy's balls in. She slipped a finger back into Leslie's asshole 
at the same time, wanting to keep him happy as well. 

The four lovers held their positions for a while. Each had come twice 
already, with the exception of Sundance who was having trouble getting her 
rocks off despite the thick cock that was firmly planted in her twat. Chris 
saw the girl's difficulty and decided to help her out. He had been fooling 
around with Sundance since puberty and knew exactly what the girl needed. 

It seemed a shame to remove his prick from Susan's incredibly talented 
mouth, but Chris knew that he would get another shot at her later in the 
orgy. The night was young and he had no intention of returning home until 
late the following morning. Chris slid across the two entwined bodies until 
he was behind Sundance, his prick posed against the opening of her luscious 
young asshole. 

Soon he had entered the girl, giving Sundance two cocks to contend with. 
Susan found herself high and dry for the moment, but that was all right, she 
didn't mind being a spectator. It was pleasant to lie right beside the three 
youngsters and feel the heat diffusing from their healthy young bodies, 
warming her and making her own passion slowly come to life again. 

"This is too much, too fucking much," Sundance started to mutter as the two 
pricks drove her to distraction. "Keep it up for a few seconds more. I know 
I'm going to come." 

The two boys coordinated their movements carefully, their pricks entering 
her body by turns. Chris's prick would slide ever so slowly from her asshole 
just as Leslie's organ was slammed into her dripping cunt. Just before the 
girl had her orgasm, Susan decided to get into the action again, wedging her 
head under Leslie's chest and sucking Sundance's huge, ripe tits. 

Under that kind of stimulation it was impossible for Sundance to repress her 
orgasm for another second. Her body began to move of its own accord, her 
legs clamping down around Leslie's body, her anal sphincter trapping Chris's 
plunging prick. Susan bit hard on the girl's nipple, knowing that a little 
pain would make her imminent climax all the more effective. 

A loud grunt of passion emanated from the girl's swollen lips as Sundance 
started to come. She kept the two pricks rooted in her body and then 
suddenly stopped moving altogether, a torrent of come pouring out of her 
full pussy. Then the two boys removed their pricks, not knowing what to do 
next. 

It was Chris's turn to be satisfied completely, to inform the other three 
orgiasts of his deepest desires. He thought for a moment and then asked the 
two women to get on all fours on the bed so that he could fuck them by 
turns, choosing among the four luscious orifices that would be available to 
him. 

Susan and Sundance as a team were really something to see. They turned over 
and stuck their asses out, four magnificent, quivering buttocks. Chris 
hardly knew where to start first, smiling at Leslie to convey his confusion. 
He worked his cock into Susan's asshole, something he had already done once 
that evening, remained there for a few seconds and then decided to give 
Sundance the benefit of his swelling erection. 

With new strength the boy attacked the two luscious pieces of ass, flitting 
from one to the other, keeping both women excited with his quick-darting 
prick. He seemed able to hold out indefinitely just by resting for a few 
seconds, leaving his cock buried in one of the clinging holes. 

Susan moved closer to Sundance, caressing the girl's tits with one hand and 
maintaining her precarious balance with the other. She was not going to come 
again but that was no reason not to keep the others happy, to do everything 
in her power to make the orgy a complete and unqualified success. 

Chris attacked the girls simultaneously, alternating cunts and assholes, 
relishing the subtle differences between the four fetching orifices. His 
face was covered with sweat and he seemed ready to burst from the effort of 
fucking but that did not slow him down at all. Soon Susan could tell that 
the boy was ready to come. His strokes had become more urgent, deeper. 
Another two seconds and that part of the orgy would be at an end. 

Chris decided to divide his semen between the two girls, a difficult task 
that he felt confident of performing successfully. He started by coming in 
Susan's asshole, whipping his prick out while it was still spurting and then 
quickly forcing it into the wider opening of Sundance's fuck box. She could 
feel the sperm spattering within her just as the boy moved away. 

Then it was Susan's turn to have her cunt laved with hot come, which soothed 
her irritated tissues and made the woman feel sleepy and content. It was 
comical to feel the boy struggling to do his silly deed but he managed to 
pull it off, emptying the last of his stored up come into Sundance's 
clinging bunghole. 

Leslie had rolled another handful of joints in the interim, lighting one and 
passing it to Susan. As far as drugs 'were concerned, the older woman still 
considered herself a neophyte. The other three orgiasts were able to smoke 
the stuff like tobacco, but for her a few tokes meant sleepiness and near 
paralysis. 

For the next half hour the four voluptuaries kissed and caressed each other 
rather aimlessly. It was going to take a while for their passion to be 
rekindled but Susan found it quite pleasant to let her sensuality out, to 
fondle her lovers' bodies without thinking of her actions as foreplay. 

One last round of fucking and Susan found herself drifting off to sleep, 
thinking that she was pleased at the evening's events. Leslie was behaving 
far less freakishly than usual and that was a good thing, although she knew 
it would be all the more difficult to put up with his habits once they were 
alone again the following day. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Susan Chambers remained in New York for the next week, trying to fathom the 
complicated financial affairs of her young lover. Fortunately, Leslie spent 
most of his time at rehearsals, tapings, interviews and performances, 
allowing her to work in peace. Eventually Susan realized that she was 
getting involved all over again in other people's affairs. 

Leslie had provided her with an escape valve from her home, brought change 
and excitement into Susan's dull life. He had made it easy for her to quit 
her job at Big Beat magazine and was paying her enough money to last a year. 
That counted for something, but Susan was still not satisfied with her life. 

Whenever Susan was able to take a few hours off from her work, she would 
walk around New York, the first time she had visited that city since her 
early childhood. Susan took an immediate liking to the huge, anonymous city, 
able to lose herself in the crowds and forget her problems and confusion. 

But then, in the evenings, she would be forced to deal with Leslie again, a 
constant source of trouble for Susan. She had assumed a great deal of 
responsibility for the unstable rock star, knew that he depended on her 
completely. That was flattering on one level, maddening on another. Leslie 
had a way of dominating everybody around him and Susan began to feel her 
personality being subverted. 

Two nights later, Sundance and Chris showed up again in the expensive hotel 
suite, ready for a second orgy. This time Susan wasn't in the mood for that 
sort of thing, although she allowed herself to be talked into it after a few 
minutes. The second orgy was a pale copy of the first, not satisfying Susan 
at all, leaving her confused and frustrated. 

Fortunately, Susan wasn't forced to spend all her time with Leslie and his 
friends. In the course of her business dealings she came into contact with 
people her own age who formed a refreshing change from the neurotic 
children. Nonetheless, Susan made few friends in New York, unable to 
identify with the various minions of the rock industry. 

However, one man took a particular shine to Susan, an executive in the 
record company for which Leslie had been recording his music. John Hiller 
was forty-two years of age, had been divorced for over ten years. Upon 
meeting Susan, he had been struck immediately by the woman's competence and 
intelligence as well as her lovely face and magnificent body. 

Susan noticed the man as well, was pleased with his obvious admiration. John 
was a tall, good-looking man, powerfully built with an attractive shock of 
gray hair. The man was all business on one level, quite successful at his 
work, but he also had a good sense of humor and a more realistic view of the 
world than most of the people Susan had gotten to know. 

One afternoon she was sitting in the man's office, thrashing out the 
contract for Leslie's latest record. It would have been better if Leslie had 
been there but he was out with his young friends, perfectly content to leave 
Susan in charge of the dirty work. Susan didn't object, knowing that the boy 
could be more trouble than help in that sort of situation. 

"It's strange to see a woman like you in this fucked-up industry," John told 
Susan during a break in their negotiations. "How did you ever get involved 
with rock music?" 

"That's a long, unpleasant story," Susan replied. "I've only been doing it 
for a few months, though it seems like I've been with Leslie half my life." 

The conversation continued, and then John invited Susan to come to his 
apartment and conclude their business dealings in more pleasant 
surroundings. Susan wasn't sure whether or nor to accept the man's offer, 
sensing that John would try to seduce her once they were alone. She was 
attracted to the man but felt that her hands were more than full already. 

Susan accepted the offer despite her reservations, allowing herself to be 
hustled into a waiting taxi. John's apartment was located just a few blocks 
from the hotel where she and Leslie were staying. If they finished their 
work quickly she would be home in time to give Leslie the contract before 
his latest performance, thus saving an extra day of work. 

For the first hour, John Hiller was all business, competing with Susan, 
trying to impress the girl with his expertise and competence. More than 
ever, he came to admire Susan's level-headedness and good sense. It seemed a 
shame for her to be wasting her time working for a little pervert like 
Leslie Kane. 

"Why don't you quit and come to work for me," John suggested when their 
dealings had been successfully resolved. "I can't pay you as much as Leslie 
but you'd be able to stay in one place, and I'm sure you'd like the work 
better." 

"No, I made one mistake and I'm not going to repeat it," Susan replied 
firmly. "I don't like getting involved in work situations. I've freelanced 
it all my life, and as soon as this thing with Leslie is over, that's what 
I'll go back to." 

"Suit yourself," John answered with resignation. "It's too bad, though. You 
and I seem to get along pretty well, and I'd like to get to know you a 
little better." 

"Yes, we do seem to be on the same wavelength," Susan concurred. "Really, 
you're the first person older than twenty I've dealt with in ages. It's very 
refreshing for me." 

Eventually, Susan found it possible to confide in the man. John Hiller was 
after her ass all right, would try to seduce her at the first possible 
opportunity, but at the same time he was a mature and sympathetic listener, 
something she needed after so many months of dealing with youngsters. Susan 
sat on the man's couch, facing him directly, feeling the words pouring out, 
relieved to get her problems off her chest. 

It took Susan half an hour to explain how she had ended up working for 
Leslie Kane. The story sounded incredible in the recitation but John was 
able to take it in stride. He had been working in the music industry for 
over twenty years and had met many women in similar situations. 

"I hate to sound like an old fogey," John said, soon after Susan lapsed into 
silence. "You seem like a very passive person and you need somebody more 
stable than yourself, probably a man older and more mature, if you know what 
I mean." 

"Sounds like you're volunteering to straighten me out," Susan answered with 
a smile. "It's a generous offer but you don't really know what you'd be 
getting yourself into." 

"Maybe it would be worth it to me," John insisted. "It's not often I meet 
somebody I can really talk to. Think it over, Susan, I meant every word that 
I said." 

"No, I don't have to do that," Susan rejoined. "I feel close to you too, 
John, too close for comfort. It feels good to talk to somebody sane but I 
don't want to stay in New York. You're welcome to go on trying to change my 
mind, though." 

John stared at the woman, taking her words as an invitation. It had been 
hard to keep his hands off Susan once they had been alone in his modern, 
expensively furnished apartment. Now she had as good as invited him to try 
his luck at seduction, an opportunity that he would have been a fool to 
waste. 

John sat down beside Susan on the couch, taking his time, knowing that she 
was not about to get up and run away. He felt strong sexual vibes emanating 
from the woman and became fairly certain that he would succeed. Still, Susan 
was a strange woman and it would be foolish to hurry her. It was best to 
take his time and let her come around slowly to his point of view. 

The handsome, graying executive bent his head forward, kissing Susan gently 
on the lips. At first Susan stiffened, not really wanting to go to bed with 
the man. John was attractive enough but she had fucked too many people, too 
many youngsters. Something was bound to go wrong if she allowed herself to 
be seduced. 

Susan's congenital passivity soon won the day. It was easier to go through 
with the whole thing, to let John have his way with her. An hour of sex and 
then she would return to the hotel deal with Leslie and his friends. A break 
in her routine could not possibly do Susan any harm, she decided. 

John lifted the lovely blonde off his couch and carried her slowly to the 
bedroom, his strong arms enveloping Susan in a way that made her feel safe 
and secure. Everything about John seemed so normal and reliable that she had 
to let him have his way. Susan felt herself being deposited on a large soft 
double bed, John's fingers beginning to open her dress, wanting her 
immediately. 

Two minutes later Susan was naked and watching her lover undress. John's 
physique was good, hard, muscular and powerful despite his age. His prick 
even in a state of flaccidity, looked large and threatening, making Susan 
feel young and timid for the first time in months. 

John lay down on the bed with his latest conquest, determined to demonstrate 
to Susan her need for an older man. He kissed the young blonde, stretched 
his arm down to play with her large, heaving tits. Susan seemed to be 
reacting well, but he was determined not to hurry things. 

Susan responded immediately to her new lover, wrapping her slender arms 
around John's broad back, parting her lips and allowing his long thick 
tongue to slide into her mouth. She could feel herself becoming sexually 
excited by slow degrees, a welcome change from the orgy she had suffered the 
previous night. Yes, things were going to be good and she had not made a 
mistake in allowing John to lure her to his apartment. 

She reached down and took the man's prick in hand, not caring if he thought 
her aggressive. Susan's hand stroked and caressed the thick cock, working it 
immediately into a state of full erection. All the while, John's hands 
continued to explore Susan's magnificent body, starting with her tits, 
moving slowly down toward the area of her cunt. 

Susan sighed audibly as she felt the man's hand covering her pussy. His 
fingers caressed and massaged her cunt mound. She could feel a thick index 
finger probing between her labia. Susan knew that she was being turned on 
intensely, that she wasn't hung up exclusively on younger lovers. 

At that point her inhibitions vanished altogether. Things were going to be 
all right with John Hiller, better than all right. The man had no axe to 
grind, no trip to lay on her. He wanted to fuck and that was as far as 
things went for the moment. Susan let go of the man's prick a few seconds 
later, sensing that he was ready to move on to bigger and better things. 

A strong hand held Susan flat on her back as John got into position to eat 
out her already dripping pussy. His head was soon wedged firmly between 
Susan's ivory thighs, his tongue protruding against her clitoris. John went 
to work right away, wanting to have Susan hot and bothered before fucking 
her. 

Susan reached down and entwined her fingers in the man's silvery hair, 
loving the feel of his tongue as it brushed back and forth over her 
sensitive clitoris. The tiny organ filled with blood almost immediately and 
Susan squirmed on the firm mattress. She could hardly wait to be fucked, 
although John seemed in no hurry to get things moving. 

Susan turned her body so that her position was reversed. John's tongue 
remained buried in her welcoming pussy and now Susan could get at the man's 
cock, return the favor with her own adroit tongue. She parted her thick 
sensual lips and allowed the first four inches of John's rod to enter her 
mouth, sucking it immediately, wanting to show her erotic talents. 

For once, Susan was the less experienced lover, able to be guided by her 
man. It felt wonderful to have the heavy prick weighing in her mouth, 
filling her completely. All the while, the man's tongue was slowly and 
respectfully stimulating her burning pussy, getting Susan ready for fucking. 

That happened a few seconds later, although Susan had reached the point 
where she would have been willing to suck her lover's cock until it exploded 
in her mouth. John removed his tongue gently and then mounted Susan without 
saying a word, holding his stiff cock in his right hand and guiding it 
slowly between the folds of her moist and clinging labia. 

Susan's eyes opened wide as she felt the huge cock being forced into her 
waiting pussy. John was no better hung than most of her other lovers but he 
knew what he was doing in bed, seemed able to read her mind and anticipate 
Susan's every desire. His prick vanished to the hilt inside her pussy and 
Susan closed her eyes, ready to be brought slowly to a climax. 

John raised himself out onto his outstretched arms, balancing his weight 
carefully, concentrating all his power on his probing cock. His prick moved 
slowly inside Susan, not withdrawing from her tight snatch. Using slow 
circular movements, John excited the woman as never before. Susan opened her 
eyes a few seconds later, not wanting to miss what was happening to her. 

She moved with her lover, meeting his strokes, wrapping her arms around 
John's powerful back and drawing his body back onto her chest. Now the man's 
hairy torso was tickling her tits, turning Susan on all the more. 
Nonetheless, she was not yet ready to come. That was going to take a lot 
more stimulation. 

"Is everything all right?" John whispered solicitously. "Are you sure you're 
enjoying yourself?" 

"Don't worry about me," Susan answered, kissing the man affectionately on 
the cheek. "Just keep fucking me with that big thing of yours and I'll come 
all over you." 

John took the woman's words immediately to heart, stepping up the pace, 
slamming his cock into Susan's twat with real passion. His body was covered 
with sweat now but that did not slow the man. His strokes became more 
powerful and soon Susan could feel herself being led to orgasm. 

Susan tightened her hip and abdomenal muscles, trying to trap the quickly 
moving cock inside her hungry snatch. Her body was on fire now but Susan did 
not feel ready to come. She could fight against her orgasm as long as she 
pleased, knowing that John's cock would not lose its tautness. It was 
pleasant to be with a fully competent lover for once in her life. 

John continued to drive Susan wild with his long, heavy prick, slamming it 
into her pussy at an ever increasing rate of speed. He could see that the 
woman was fighting him, which was an incentive to fuck her all the harder. 
Susan was turning him on as no other woman had ever done and the man was 
determined to return that favor in kind. 

Finally Susan could hold it in no longer. It felt as if her cunt had been 
set on fire, sore and irritated at the same time that it was moist and 
inviting. She closed her eyes, feeling John's weight pressing her deeper 
into the mattress. Then Susan's orgasm began, slowly at first, building up 
to a crescendo of unleashed passion as she was able to let herself go. 

Susan vocalized her lust, moaning aloud as her cunt started to contract. 
John stopped moving for the nonce, leaving his prick buried to the hilt in 
the rippling muscles of Susan's pussy. It was great to feel the woman 
working out beneath him, her body relaxed, her cunt spewing out its juices. 
Susan's passion waned a few seconds later, but she continued to move with 
her lover, wanting to make things good for John. 

Fucking at that slow, steady pace, Susan soon felt her cunt going dry. She 
was used to Leslie and other teenage boys who usually came before she did. 
John was another story though, able to control his strong passion. His prick 
seemed to get bigger with every stroke until Susan could no longer handle it 
in the position they had assumed a full twenty minutes earlier. 

"We have to stop," Susan pleaded. "At least for a few minutes. It felt great 
when I was coming but now I'm all tight and dry inside. Let me turn over at 
least." 

John smiled at the woman and then withdrew his prick reluctantly from 
Susan's still clinging twat. He watched with great interest as Susan turned 
over onto all fours, admiring her firm shapely buttocks, thrilled to see her 
asshold open and available. The woman had had her fun already and it was 
time for him to do the same, find a new and more exciting way to take her. 

Susan felt mixed emotions as the man's tongue entered her tiny pink 
bunghole. It was a relief to have the thing out of her pussy for a few 
minutes, but it was so huge that she felt threatened, despite the bouts of 
anal sex she had had in the past. John was good about things, though, eating 
out Susan's asshole, letting her relax before he buggered the blonde sex 
pot. 

Then John held his stiff cock firmly in his right hand, pressed against the 
opening of Susan's anal aperture. One inch of his rod disappeared easily but 
then the man had to lean his weight forward, stuff his cock in a little at a 
time, doing his best to minimize Susan's inevitable discomfort. 

For the next two minutes, Susan felt as if she were being torn in half, 
impaled on the huge weapon that had been forced into her tight bunghole. 
Still, once John got all the way into her it was easy enough for Susan to 
bear. She could not move yet but John was taking care of that for her, 
having the time of his life wedging his prick into her asshole. 

John fucked the woman slowly and lovingly, still not ready to shoot his 
load. Women like Susan did not come his way all that often and he was 
determined to give her a fucking she would never forget. He held his prick 
all the way inside her asshole and then began to grind, irritating the skin 
of Susan's tender white buttocks with his tangled, wiry pubic hair. 

But Susan did not object for a moment. Her cunt had been filled nicely and 
now the man was doing the same thing to her asshole. He was gentle in his 
own way, even as his passion started to mount. Soon Susan was able to move 
with her lover a little, increase his pleasure with her voluptuous 
gyrations. 

"That's it, just ove your ass a little and I'll be ready to come," John 
encouraged the woman, his breath coming hard and fast. "I'm almost there, 
any second now." 

It sounded as if the man was whistling in the dark, Susan decided, working 
himself up to an orgasm. She had no idea of John's real age but the man was 
taking forever to come, which was not flattering to Susan Chambers. His 
prick felt good inside her overloaded asshole but it was beginning to hurt, 
and Susan wanted the man to shoot his load as quickly as possible. 

Susan continued to move with her lover, reaching around to grab the man's 
hairy balls. Tired as she was from the protracted bout of fucking, Susan was 
still filled with admiration for the virile old man. It had not been a 
mistake to come to his apartment, even though John still seemed unable to 
shoot his wad. . John began to pump harder, forcing his prick all the way 
into Susan's well-stretched asshole. Susan tightened her anal muscles 
despite the friction and pressure she was feeling, wanting to get things 
over with. Her back was aching and every muscle in her body was tired and 
sore from helping the man get off, which was beginning to seem an impossible 
task. 

"Take it out of me, you're really killing me," Susan pleaded shortly 
thereafter. "You can fuck me again or I'll blow you but you've got to give 
me a break." 

John Hiller did as he was told, having no intention of hurting Susan. He sat 
on the bed beside the voluptuous blonde, his prick sticking out obscenely, 
dark red now and -lined with thick penile veins. Susan appreciated the man's 
virility but still could not figure out how to satisfy him. 

"Try blowing me again," John suggested. "I guess I am really getting old, 
though I hate to admit it. I used to come a lot faster but nowadays...." 

Susan smiled sympathetically at the man, understanding his plight. For the 
first time in her life she found herself wishing that her lover would 
ejaculate quickly. Still, Susan knew that she was good with her mouth, that 
few men could withstand one of her blow jobs for long. She laid her body 
across the man's lap and immediately guided his rod toward her sensual lips. 

Susan took the shaft in immediately, glad to have her cunt and asshole 
vacant for a while. Her lips clamped around the tumid organ and then her 
tongue went to work, licking and sucking at the huge member, still hard as a 
rock and bone dry. John seemed to enjoy her attentions well enough, his face 
contorted with lust and desire, but still he did not come. 

Then Susan began to work on the man's balls with her free hand, squeezing 
the globes roughly, not caring if she hurt John a little. He had put her 
through a lot of shit already, forced Susan to revise her estimates of older 
lovers. Whatever else was wrong with Leslie and his freaky friends, none of 
them had ever put her through a similar ordeal. 

John held the blonde head in position, forcing Susan to take in ever more of 
his swollen rod. He moaned with lust as Susan swallowed the full six inches 
of hot meat and then began to pump harder. The woman was really incredible, 
a veritable sex machine, able to go on for hours. 

Susan relaxed after that, letting John fuck her mouth as hard as he chose. 
She poised her head above the man's crotch and licked away at the cock that 
was rammed in to her mouth with mechanical precision. Soon she could taste a 
drop of come leaking into her mouth, a sure sign that he was almost there, 
almost ready to finish with her. 

But it was a false alarm, the heavy prick continued to slide in and out of 
Susan's mouth. By that point the woman felt that her jaw was being 
dislocated, her lips stretched out of shape. She stared at John again and 
saw that the man's eyes were closed. He was lying flat on his back, having 
the time of his life, not caring how hard she worked to please him. 

Then, just a few minutes later, Susan was released from her labors. John's 
prick began to move faster, gliding into her mouth with increasing force and 
urgency. He was moving fast, his whole body shaking in preparation for his 
long awaited orgasm. Susan knew that it would all be over soon. 

One last plunge and the man was ready to discharge his semen. Susan felt a 
flood of come shooting into her mouth with great force, filling her to the 
throat and then backing up again. The huge cock continued to move, spewing 
its juices forth and giving her no chance to relax. by the time the man had 
finished coming, Susan felt as if she had drowned in semen. His hot cum was 
all over her face and tits, some of it trickling all the way to her navel. 
Susan swallowed hard, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, trying to 
breath after her long ordeal. Looking at the alarm clock beside his bed, 
Susan realized that she and John had been fucking for over an hour before 
the man had been able to come. 

"That was really something else," Susan understated. "I thought you were 
never going to finish with me."" 

"Sorry about that," John answered shamefacedly. "It's just the way I've been 
the last couple of years." 

Susan gladly accepted the drink that was proffered a few minutes later. She 
sipped the alcoholic mixture and then immediately reached for her clothing. 
It was getting rather late and she had to get back to the hotel room before 
the completion of Leslie's concert. Otherwise there would be all sorts of 
recriminations and consequences she was unwilling to face. 

"You're really going, aren't you?" John said, his face a picture of 
disappointment. "I love you Susan, I really do. I wish you'd reconsider and 
stay the night with me." 

"I'd love to," Susan lied, "but I've got all sorts of business to take care 
of. I'll be leaving New York tomorrow but we'll be back someday and I'll 
visit you again." 

Susan walked back to the hotel, every muscle in her body exhausted. It had 
been a long, brutal afternoon but at least it was over and for some reason 
Susan felt more at peace with herself. As she opened the door of the hotel 
suite, Susan was not surprised to see Chris, Sundance and Leslie naked on 
the bed, in the midst of one of their endless orgies. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Susan looked at the naked youngsters with a disdain that would have been 
impossible to hide. They looked so futile and idiotic, wasting their time in 
childish sexual games. Susan removed her overcoat and then rolled herself a 
joint, ignoring the invitation to join immediately in on the party. 

The orgy ended an hour later, Chris and Sundance realizing that their 
presence wasn't exactly welcome. Alone with her young lover, Susan found 
herself more intolerant than ever, tired of the boy and ready to give him a 
stern tongue lashing. Instead, it was Leslie who began the conversation. 

"You were a real drag tonight," Leslie stated petulantly, sulking on the 
sofa, a joint hanging from his thin pale lips. "I mean, you really fucked 
things up for all of us." 

"Now isn't that just too bad," Susan replied, her voice loaded with 
sarcastic undertones. "Look, Leslie, you're a nice boy and very attractive. 
I can't say that you've deceived me or anything like that.-I just think it's 
time we went our separate ways, packed it in once and for all." 

"You can't do that to me," Leslie protested, realizing that the woman was 
not joking. "I'll give you more money, anything you want, but don't leave me 
now. I can't get on without you." 

"You'll just have to learn to," Susan answered firmly. "I've had it up to 
here with you and your little playmates. Now, I'm going to pack my bag and 
take a taxi to the airport. Why don't you be a good boy and leave for an 
hour?" 

Susan was shocked to see the boy coming at her, his pathetically slender 
fists raised high in the air. A sharp blow to the side of the head assured 
her that Leslie was not joking, that ' he had lost complete control of 
himself. Susan warded off the boy's blows and then lifted Leslie bodily from 
the floor, depositing him on the bed and holding him firmly in place. 

"Temper tantrums won't get you anywhere," Susan announced with as much 
dignity as she could muster. "I know you're enjoying this but if you don't 
get the hell out of here I'm going to give it to you for real. I mean that, 
you little bastard." 

Then Leslie Kane began to cry, his face churning with emotion, his eyes 
reflecting the betrayal he was feeling within his confused mind. Susan was 
overcome with pity for a few seconds and then realized that it was all for 
the best. There was a thin line between Leslie's stage persona and his real 
self, one that she no longer cared to distinguish. 

Ignoring the boy completely, Susan threw her clothing into her suitcase and 
then walked directly out of the door, not bothering to say goodbye. Leslie 
would not give up on her that easily, was sure to telephone and write and 
visit until he had been convinced that their relationship was over. She 
would have to be cruel to the boy in order to spare him further pain, a 
prospect that struck Susan as less than attractive. 

Susan sat alone on the westbound flight trying to ignore the recent memories 
that continued ,to haunt her. She would be home soon, with a full bankbook, 
no job and few prospects. Still, a CHAPTER in her life had come to a close 
and a few days of leisure were sure to improve her present rotten mood. 

Try as she might, Susan could not get the last day out of her mind. She 
could still envision the looks of disappointment on the faces of her two 
lovers, was angry at herself for feeling guilty. It was the kind of thing 
she had avoided in the past along with all other personal commitment. Her 
next job was going to be conducted on a purely businesslike basis. 

Home for two days, Susan found herself desperately bored. There was no 
financial reason to seek a new job and her few friends had already been 
visited and given a description of Susan's rapid trip to New York. One 
morning as she sat alone over her breakfast, the telephone rang. Susan 
picked it up immediately, wondering who had bothered to call her. 

Mike Travers's voice greeted Susan, a blast from the past to which she could 
not help responding. After what she had been through Mike seemed a breath of 
fresh air. There was a check waiting for her at the magazine, the last 
installment of her salary. Mike wanted to see her again, as soon as 
possible. 

Susan dressed herself rapidly, glad to have something to do on an otherwise 
bleak morning. She took a taxi to the magazine office and then ran into the 
building, wondering if any of her friends were still on staff. In any case, 
it would be good to renew her friendship with Mike Travers. 

Susan let herself into the office, noticing that Joni Ayers wasn't at the 
switchboard. Walking down the long corridor to Mike's office she was cheered 
at the familiar chaos, felt that she was returning to her own element. Susan 
had no intention of working for Big Beat again but had no objections to 
spending a pleasant afternoon cutting up old times. 

To her surprise, Mike was not alone in his office. Susan remembered the last 
time she had seen the boy, naked and in the middle of fucking some other 
girl. This time the second occupant of his office was Joni, the girl who had 
shared Susan's first lesbian experience. Susan kissed both her former 
lovers, still surprised at the extent of her enthusiasm. 

After greetings had been exchanged, Mike sat the woman down to talk 
business. He explained that the magazine had been saved by Susan's article, 
despite the fact that Leslie's music had started to go out of style. For 
once they had a bit of capital to work with, which was good but for the fact 
that nobody seemed to know how to deal with it. 

"The real problem is the male pigs running this place," Joni interrupted. 
"You know, you promised that you would talk Mike into setting up some sort 
of woman's section of the mag, but you split before doing it." 

"Sorry about that," Susan answered. "I think she's right, Mike. It would be 
something different, something that just might sell. Why don't you give it a 
try for a few issues?" 

"I would if there was somebody I could trust with it," Mike answered 
pointedly. "I guess you're pretty set about not coming back, though. Any 
chance of you changing you mind?" 

"Why don't you let Joni do it?" Susan answered. "She's been around the 
magazine long enough, knows the business better than I do. Hell, it was her 
idea in the first place." 

Mike change the subject immediately, reaching into his desk and pulling out 
a hash pipe which Susan accepted eagerly, being similarly disinclined to get 
into the thorny issue that had been raised. Joni sat in on the smoke, 
obviously discontented, waiting for a chance to bring up her pet project 
again. 

Eventually the conversation turned friendly again, the three old pals 
finding that they had a million things to talk about. Susan was reluctant to 
talk about her adventures with Leslie Kane at first but soon relented, 
leaving her audience in stitches. It was funny to think about the boy in 
retrospect, even if it had been sheer hell to spend a month with him. 

Then Susan began to talk about Leslie's sexual habits, a topic that could 
not be avoided. At first Joni and Mike seemed skeptical about the extent of 
the boy's freakiness but Susan was able to back up her stories with concrete 
facts. For some reason the two youngsters seemed terribly impressed with her 
adventures, something that puzzled Susan completely. 

"Sounds like you've become a real femme fatale," Joni noted, barely able to 
conceal her envy. "Shit, it's been dull as hell around here since you left, 
hasn't it, Mike?" 

"Maybe we could rectify that situation," Mike answered with a broad grin. 
"What the hell, Susan, why don't we have a scene just for old times sake? 
Things have been pretty quiet around here and we could have a good time 
together." 

Susan looked at the two youngsters, knowing that she was going to say yes. 
Mike looked better than ever after her month in Leslie's company and it was 
easy enough to forget what a pain in the ass Joni had been when they had 
made it together. Susan had been living chastely since her return from New 
York and there was no way she could pretend not to be intrigued. 

Standing up tall before the two youngsters, Susan began to remove her 
clothing. Joni was quick to follow suit, whereas Mike was more than content 
to watch the two women stripping, thinking of how lucky he was to be alone 
with them. He had fucked Joni once before and had been disappointed in the 
girl's performance but Susan wasn't the type to let a man down. 

Soon the three of them were naked and ready to begin. Mike laid down the 
pipe and then cleared an area on the floor, kicking old manuscripts out of 
the way as he had done the first time Susan had met him. The two women 
stared at each other timidly, also recalling past experiences together. 

Mike went for Susan first, taking the tall, mature blonde in his arms and 
kissing her full on the mouth. Susan found herself getting excited right off 
the bat, almost sorry that Joni was there to get in their way. Nonetheless, 
they had the whole day ahead of them, and there was nothing to worry about. 

Susan smiled inwardly as she sank to the floor with her desirable young 
lover. After all those scenes with Leslie and his friends, she had vowed not 
to take part in any more orgies, but there she was, about to make it with 
Mike and Joni together. Still, as long as things remained on a sexual level, 
Susan was content, unconcerned about personal involvement. 

Mike's hand reached down to Susan's swelling tits, capturing the malleable 
globes and massaging them vigorously. Susan could feel the boy's prick 
getting hard as he rubbed his body against her. Yes, she was dying to get 
laid again, could hardly wait to feel the thick rod throbbing wildly within 
her cunt. 

"Hey, am I going to get in on this at all or should I split?" Joni 
interrupted, standing over the busy couple with a look of displeasure on her 
pretty face. "Just say the word." 

"Don't be like that," Susan answered, momentarily breaking away from Mike's 
embrace. "You'll get your chance. Remember the good time we had a few months 
ago? It'll be even better now." 

Joni smiled and sank to the floor with the happy couple, knowing that she 
would not be neglected for long. And it was fun to watch Mike and Susan 
getting it on, made Joni feel that she was entering the inner circle of the 
magazine. Susan would take care of her sooner or later. 

Susan touched Mike's prick, wrapping her long cool fingers around the 
overheated rod and stroking it firmly, knowing that the boy was as hard and 
firm as he would ever be. They rolled around on the dirty carpet for a few 
minutes, and then Mike was ready to fuck, climbing on top of the lusting 
woman and aiming his prick at the opening of her moist vagina. 

Soon his body was pressed between Susan's strong white thighs, his prick 
firmly buried in the woman's clinging fuck hole. Joni moved closer to the 
couple just as Mike started to churn his hips, digging his prick in deeper 
and making Susan respond with frantic gyrations of her well-padded hips and 
ass. 

Susan reached out and stroked Joni's naked tits, turned on by the girl's 
presence. Their first bout of love hadn't been a complete success, but Joni 
seemed to have changed in the interim, was more mature and sensible about 
sex. Soon, after she was more relaxed, she would work out some sort of 
three-way fuck. 

However, Joni was not willing to wait even that long. She pushed Mike's head 
out of the way and replaced it with her own, kissing Susan full on the lips, 
knowing how easy it was to turn on the passionate blonde. Then she decided 
that Susan was woman enough to satisfy her and Mike together. There was no 
reason why she shouldn't eat Joni's twat while being fucked. 

Joni crouched over the supine woman's head, her legs spread wide, her cunt 
gaping over Susan's lips. Susan took the hint immediately, protruding a 
long, pink tongue and attacking the girl's clitty without hesitation. Mike 
had moved back a little, raised his body so that he could fuck Susan and 
watch her eat out the younger girl's pussy simultaneously. 

Then Mike tilted his head forward, finding that he could also suck Joni's 
big soft tits as he fucked the older woman. It was like a dream come true 
for the lusty lad, having two luscious creatures at his disposal, one young 
and easy to dominate, the other a self-aware, experienced woman. 

At first it was difficult for Susan to bear the combined weight of her two 
lovers but she was able to adjust quickly. Her tongue brushed back and forth 
over Joni's luscious clitty and all the while her hips were moving, meeting 
Mike's every stroke. It was obvious that she would be the first to come, 
which was exactly what Susan wanted from her two lovers. 

Joni began to bounce up and down over Susan's mouth, tempting the woman with 
her erect clitoris, wanting Susan's tongue to probe deeper into her hungry 
snatch. Susan obliged the young girl immediately, holding Joni by the hips 
and digging her tongue in, no longer bothered by the dual stimulation. 

Mike began to fuck the woman harder, keeping his lips glued to Joni's lush 
young boobs. His prick felt hard as a rock, able to stay that way as long as 
he desired. It was going to be a long hard afternoon with the two insatiable 
females but Mike felt up to it, capable of satisfying both. 

He pulled his prick almost all the way out of Susan's pussy, so that only 
the head remained ensconced in her tight wet labia. Then he began to rotate 
the thick spongy crown, rubbing it against Susan's clitoris and the rim of 
her wide-open vulva. That was sure to turn the woman on, bring her that much 
closer to the powerful orgasm she needed so badly. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," Mike muttered. "It's as tight and sweet as ever. Just keep 
pumping that fat ass of yours and I'll fill you full of cream, I swear I 
will." 

Mike punctuated each word with a strong thrust of his thick cock, ramming 
the weapon all the way back into Susan's clinging fuck box. He then slid one 
hand under the older woman's ass, letting his finger stay pressed against 
the opening of her asshole. Now Susan felt stimulated in every erogenous 
zone, barely able to control her mounting passion. 

It was hot and steamy in the small office cubicle, vapor forming on the 
windows from the sweat that was emanating off the three lovers' bodies. 
Susan felt as if she were drowning in her own flow of perspiration. Her body 
was being drained and dehydrated by passion, especially now that she was 
just a few seconds away from the celebration of her climax. 

Susan concentrated on the cunt that was poised over her face, swallowing the 
juices as Joni produced them, not forgetting what she had learned during all 
those scenes with Chris and Sundance. Her tongue moved incessantly, 
torturing the young girl and satisfying her lust at the same time. 

Soon Susan discovered that she could stand it no longer. Her cunt was on 
fire, throbbing wildly from the heavy strokes of her powerful young lover. 
Mike was still ramming it in without surcease, giving her no chance to 
recuperate. Susan closed her eyes and left her tongue buried in Joni's sweet 
box, knowing it would all be over soon. It was about time she came, after a 
full two weeks of sexual deprivation. 

Joni raised her weight slightly, allowing Susan to arch her back and feel 
the full thrust of Mike's repeated strokes. Her cunt contracted around the 
shaft of muscle that was fucking it so well and then Susan was able to give 
her lust free rein, feeling the come pouring precipitately from her box. 

The thick saline fluids bathed Mike's cock and allowed the boy to fuck Susan 
harder and faster as she was coming. Timing his strokes carefully, Mike was 
able to prolong Susan's climax, make the woman continue to writhe beneath 
him. Yes, she still had a soft spot for him. A few more good fucks like that 
and the woman was sure to return to work at the magazine. 

Susan stopped moving her hips a few seconds later, her orgasm a thing of the 
past. Now she had to concentrate on satisfying her two youthful lovers, 
which did not promise to be an especially easy task. Joni's cunt still 
loomed above her and Mike was fucking her as hard as ever. Susan took a deep 
breath and then paused for a second before rejoining the action. 

Her tongue stuck straight up into Joni's cunt, licking at the tender 
membranes of her warm hole. Susan flicked the agile organ back and forth, 
then moved it more slowly, sensing that Joni was fairly close to orgasm 
herself, needing only gentle stimulation to bring herself over the verge. 

Susan's tongue plunged deep into the fragrant fuck box and stayed there for 
several seconds, cleaving to the moist lining and lapping up the puddles of 
pussy juice. Joni started to move again, feeling the thick tongue in every 
part of her body, staring at Mike with an uncomprehending look on her lovely 
face. 

Then her cunt started to contract around the incessantly stimulating tongue, 
closing down on the organ and holding it in position. Susan loved to have 
the girl poised above her like that, able to stare directly into the 
palpitating membranes. She had never really eaten a girl out in that 
position, especially not with a strong, thick cock inside her own box. 

Susan felt a flood of come washing over her face, more than she could 
possibly swallow. She made sure to keep the bubbling fluid out of her eyes 
but relished having its warmth pervade her skin. Joni came and then came 
again, digging every second of it, realizing that Susan had already made 
good on her promise, early in the orgy. 

She remained on top of Susan for a few moments, letting Mike continue to 
suck her tits, perfectly relaxed and content. Then she realized that she was 
making it difficult for the others, keeping Mike from enjoying himself 
fully. Delicately, she stepped away from the lusting couple, perfectly happy 
to watch them until her lust once again became too insistent to deny. 

Having Susan to himself was exactly what Mike had wanted all along, even 
though it had been great making love to both women simultaneously. Now he 
could concentrate on fucking Susan properly, slamming his cock into her 
welcoming hole, maybe even bringing the woman to a second climax before he 
came. 

He removed his hand from under Susan's ass, holding the woman by the 
shoulders and refusing to let her move. Susan had done enough for him 
already and he would want more from her later on. It was best for the moment 
to do most of the moving himself, let the woman take a brief breather. 

Soon Mike could feel the come looming up in the tip of his rod, clamoring 
for immediate release. It would have been nice to hold out a few minutes 
longer, put on a show for the girl who was watching him so avidly. But Susan 
seemed rather tired and his own desires were impossible to repress. Nothing 
on earth could have stopped Mike from coming at that stage of the game. 

He shoved his prick in for the last time and let it rest against the back of 
Susan's pussy, trapped by the clinging walls, spurting its juices 
powerfully. Susan sighed as she felt herself being filled with scum, always 
the most satisfying part of her sexual experiences. She lay still, letting 
Mike work out his lust, knowing that the boy needed her movements no longer. 

She was a receptacle for Mike's lust, a vessel to be filled with the sticky 
fluids that were still spurting from the virile boy's balls. Finally Mike 
stopped moving, releasing Susan and drawing his prick slowly from her cunt. 
He sat with his back against the old sofa, breathing hard and staring at the 
two women who already had him weary and fatigued. 

"You two make it for a few minutes," Mike insisted. "I need a break after 
that fuck. I'll just watch for a few minutes, but if you need help don't 
hesitate to call." 

Susan smiled at the boy's joke and then ignored him altogether. She couldn't 
deny that Joni appealed to her deeply and strongly, was no longer to be 
resisted. Mike was showing a good deal of sensitivity in leaving them alone 
and it would be easy enough to reward the boy for it later on in their 
little party. 

The two women lay down together, Susan immediately wrapping her arms around 
Joni's slender dimpled shoulders. The girl was warm and fresh and altogether 
desirable, her eyes staring at Susan, her fear unhidden. Yes, it was a big 
step for Joni to make it with another woman, something Susan could not 
really understand. Nonetheless, she was determined to make the scene equally 
enjoyable for both of them. Susan kissed Joni, letting the girl taste her 
own vaginal secretions. Their tongues met and twined around one another, 
live things that needed no rest. Then Susan broke the kiss, lowering her 
blonde head to Joni's pert, uplifted tits, sliding her body on top of the 
girl, dominating her as usual. 

Then Susan reversed her position, realizing that she didn't want Joni to be 
completely passive. No, she had eaten the girl's pussy already and it was 
time for Joni to return the favor. Sixty-nining was what they would do, as 
Susan made sure in no uncertain terms, going directly for the girl's labia 
with her tongue. 

Her tongue slid all the way into Susan's twat and soon the two women were 
perfectly content with one another, writhing around on the dirty floor, 
hardly aware of Mike's presence. For his part, Mike could not stop the 
hard-on that began to plague him. The two girls were incredible to watch, 
the most sensual thing he had ever been privileged to witness. 

Mike began to stroke his prick, unconsciously at first but then with relish. 
He would get in on the fun sooner or later but for the moment there was 
nothing wrong with jerking himself off. The two women did not need or want 
his attentions yet but they would be desirous of his prick eventually. 

Susan felt herself being stimulated almost immediately. Joni had forgot none 
of her sexual technique and there was something about the girl's weakness 
and vulnerability that had always turned Susan on. This was a person she 
could dominate in bed, one of the few Susan had ever met. 

Susan held the younger girl by her hips, her fingers digging into the 
elastic, resilient flesh. Her tongue probed all the way into that luscious 
hole and she could tell that Joni was almost ready to come. That was a good 
thing. Once the girl had finished her orgasm she would be able to eat 
Susan's cunt out even better, a prospect that pleased the older woman 
intensely. 

But at that point, Mike insisted on joining the party, able to control his 
passion no longer. He lay down beside the two women and stroked their 
breasts and bellies in turn, still unable to believe his good fortune. 
Eventually he became more demanding, pushing Susan's head away from the 
younger girl's cunt, wanting to replace it with his own throbbing prick. 

Joni remained on her side, her back propped up against the sagging couch. 
Mike lifted one leg over her body and found it easy to force his cock into 
her wet and waiting pussy. Susan watched the two lovers for a few moments 
and then decided that Mike might as well eat out her pussy. 

She wrapped her legs around the handsome boy's neck, giving Mike no choice 
in the matter. At first it was difficult for the seventeen-year-old stud to 
satisfy both women but he got the hang of it quickly enough. His tongue shot 
into Susan's pussy and then all three lovers were content. 

Mike felt as if-he was being smothered in sweet feminine flesh, a method of 
death to which no sane man could object. He shoved his prick as far as it 
would go inside Joni's tight snatch and then moved it around slowly, 
undulating his hips, wondering if he would be the last to come. The two 
women were all worked up from eating each other out and :f seemed that they 
were both seconds away from climax. 

Joni moved with her lover as well as she was able, stretching out her right 
hand to play with Susan's tits. She too felt overcome by the closeness of 
the two bodies, completely out of control with her own lusting pussy. A few 
seconds later she started to come, delighting Mike and Susan completely. 

Even after her orgasm was over, Joni continued to move with Mike, trapping 
his prick deep inside her pussy and milking it with powerful contractions of 
her vaginal sphincter. She let go of Susan's tits, realizing that the woman 
could hardly feel her caresses. Mike's tongue was doing its thing nicely, 
and that was all Susan seemed to need. 

However, Mike was next to come, shoving his prick in deep and hard, causing 
Joni to cry out with pain and surprise. The thick organ seemed to have grown 
bigger than ever as it exploded and it was all she could do to handle it. A 
few more strokes and Mike was there, twisting and turning, firing his wad 
into the deepest recesses of Joni's waiting twat. 

The girl moaned with pleasure as she felt herself being filled to the brim. 
She pulled away from Mike a few seconds later, letting Susan enjoy the boy's 
attentions. It was great to watch the woman being eaten out, to compare 
Mike's technique with her own. Susan was almost there, her breath coming 
short and fast, her lovely face contorted with passion. 

Susan came a few seconds later, bringing an end to the orgy. She let Mike 
continue eating her pussy awhile longer and then sat up against the couch, 
tired but happy, glad she had paid a visit to her old employer. It had been 
one hell of an afternoon but she felt no desire to hang around the office, 
giving Mike another chance to beg her to return to work. 

"Hey, you can't go yet," Joni insisted. "We were supposed to make a decision 
about the women's section of the magazine. If you go now, Mike's sure to 
forget about it." 

"You know how to get what you want from him," Susan answered with a broad, 
insinuating smile. "Hell, I think it's a good idea but it's really none of 
my business. Try it out, Mike, or she's going to fuck you until you give 
in." 

"I guess we can give it a whirl," Mike replied magnanimously. "Shit, you can 
handle the whole operation, Joni. Maybe if you play your cards right you can 
get Susan to pitch in." 

Susan knew how unlikely that was but didn't bother to disappoint her young 
lovers. She dressed herself quickly and then accepted a check from Mike, 
realizing that nothing had really changed at the magazine. Everybody still 
had some axe to grind, something they wanted from her. That chapter of her 
life was definitely coming to a close. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The next week was rather dull and uneventful for Susan Chambers, with a 
single exception. She slept late each morning, making herself a leisurely 
breakfast just before noon. Then Susan would read for a few hours or take a 
walk through the local park. She had all the money she would need for at 
least six months, had no intention of getting another job. 

However, after all the excitement she had experienced over the past two 
months, Susan could not help being dissatisfied with her old lifestyle. 
Occasionally she was tempted to pay a surprise visit to Mike and Joni, see 
how things were going at the magazine. But that was something she could not 
allow herself to do, not until they had given up completely on rehiring her. 

That Thursday, while Susan was alone in her apartment the doorbell rang, 
taking her completely by surprise. Like most people, Susan had a tendency to 
repress unpleasant or disturbing memories. She had put Leslie Kane 
completely out of her mind, was shocked to see him standing alone in her 
doorway. 

"I sure didn't expect to see you again," Susan announced coldly. "But you 
might as well come in." 

"Susan, you have to come back to me," Leslie said, his voice rising a full 
octave as he slumped petulantly on the sofa. "I need you. I can't get along 
without you." 

"That's bullshit and you know it," Susan rejoined. "You did pretty well for 
yourself before you ever met me, and you can do it again. There are plenty 
of women out there who'll go for your mother fixation. Try it out on 
somebody else." 

"I'm not doing as well as I was before but I can give you all the money you 
want," he said shrewdly. "Fifty-fifty, that's how it'll be." 

"Leslie, you're a sweet boy and in a way I do love you," Susan conceded. 
"But that doesn't mean I'm going to stay with you or let you stay here. Get 
that out of your mind." 

Leslie stayed at the woman's apartment, trying everything to get Susan to 
change her mind. Tears were to no avail, nor were offers of money, power or 
prestige. Eventually the boy was forced to realize that he had failed, to 
accept Susan's good wishes and leave her apartment once and for all. 

It took Susan several hours to recover from Leslie's surprise visit, a visit 
that had exhumed memories better left untouched. Her depression refused to 
fade, despite the fact that she had begun to treat herself better, putting 
some of her money to use as an aid against depression. All the books and 
records in the world would not relieve Susan's boredom, however. For the 
first time in her life, the strong-willed woman had to admit that she was 
confused, out of control. 

Then, just as she was hopelessly muddled in recollection, unable to decide 
what she really wanted from life, Susan received a visit from Tom Cullen, 
the first of the teenage boys she had seduced. Actually, he had been one of 
the first people Susan had looked up upon arriving home, although he had 
been away on vacation for the first week of her return. 

Susan was dreading another visit from Leslie as she swung the door open, 
despite the boy's sincere promise to bother her no longer. She was 
pleasantly shocked to see Tom again, suntanned and healthy, looking a little 
taller and heavier but as young and innocent as she remembered him. 

"Tommy, come in, I've really missed you since I got home," Susan bubbled 
eagerly. "I tried writing to you once but then things got too frantic. What 
the hell, I'll tell you all about it if you want to hear." 

"Of course I do," Tommy answered with similar enthusiasm. "I missed the hell 
out of you and I did get your letter. I guess you were moving too fast to 
get my reply." 

Susan went over the course of her recent adventures, giving Tommy the full 
story, smiling when the boy would gasp at her close acquaintance with Leslie 
Kane and other luminaries of the rock world. Susan didn't exaggerate, nor 
did she minimize her story. It took about half an hour to recapitulate her 
adventures and Susan felt good to have gotten it off her chest, knowing that 
Tommy would be completely sympathetic. 

"But I'm talking a blue streak," Susan concluded. "I want to hear about what 
you've been doing. I thought you moved away or something, that I'd never see 
you again." 

"Nothing that exciting," Tommy admitted. "We had a concert tour that turned 
out to be a real disaster, and then I went to my parents' summer house for a 
month." 

"I guess your group is still together then," Susan interrupted. "Were things 
really that bad on the concert scene? You shouldn't give up. I think you 
have a good chance of making it." 

"Ah, we just don't have the know-how," Tommy insisted modestly. "There are 
lots of groups making good music but you've been in the business, you know 
how it is. It's not what you do but how you do it and who you know that 
counts." 

Susan sensed a plea in the boy's words, a request for advice and personal 
guidance. Still, Tommy was different from most people she knew, incapable of 
dissimulation. She could tell him a few things, give the boy the benefit of 
her experience without being taken advantage of. However, that was the last 
thing Susan wanted to do with her lover at that moment. 

Tommy should have taken her into his arms and got something started but the 
boy was far too timid for that, especially after hearing about Susan's other 
lovers. He sat just a few inches from the beautiful middle-aged woman, 
keeping his desires on a tight rein, afraid to approach her directly. 

However, Tommy's shyness was one of the things Susan had always liked best 
about the boy. He sat squirming in his chair, obviously wanting her but 
afraid to speak his mind. Eventually Susan decided to take pity on the 
youngster, show him in no uncertain terms that her emotion for him had not 
waned. 

"Come on, Tommy, stop sitting so far away from me," Susan teased. "I must 
look very old and unappealing. Come on, I promise I won't bite you if you 
sit with me." 

"I didn't know what you wanted from me," Tommy answered, blushing palpably. 
"I still like you a lot, Susan, and you look great, better than you did two 
months ago. I mean that." 

Susan smiled as the boy sat beside her, knowing that she would have to take 
it easy on the boy. Tommy was a tiger in bed once he got started, but until 
then he was just another young and inexperienced boy. Susan turned toward 
her young lover, knowing that Tommy would soon force himself to kiss her. 

That happened a short while later. Tommy stared at the beautiful older 
woman, knowing that he wanted Susan as badly as ever. He was horny after 
spending half the summer with his parents, had had little chance to work out 
his strong young desires. Now Susan was with him, desirable and available, 
an incarnation of all that was feminine and irresistible. 

Tommy put his hand on the woman's shoulder, touching his burning lips 
against Susan's cheek. Then the older woman shifted her position slightly, 
allowing the boy to move his mouth to hers, to kiss her properly. Everything 
was going perfectly, she decided, with little chance of fucking up. 

Tommy grew bolder by degrees, sure now that his advances would not be 
rejected. He slid 'his tongue into Susan's mouth, feeling the woman's soft 
warm lips caressing him. Their mouths remained locked together and then the 
boy went for Susan's lovely tits, knowing that she was all his. 

"That feels so good," Susan muttered, opening her blouse from behind. "I 
missed you, Tommy, I need you, you know. Go slow, take it easy. I want this 
to last forever." 

It was impossible for Tommy to control himself at that juncture. He could 
inhale the perfume of Susan's luscious body, could feel the woman's breasts 
overflowing his grip. Yes, they were going to fuck again and it would be 
every bit as good as it had been the first time. Susan was as beautiful as 
ever and Tommy knew that his own desires remained strong. 

Susan removed her clothing in record time, more turned on than she had 
thought possible. Just the sight of Tommy was making her cunt water 
copiously, whereas the feel of the boy's long slender fingers was enough to 
make her come on the spot. Susan could hardly wait to attack her young lover 
but then remembered her dwn words about making love slowly and with 
affection. 

Tommy removed his own garments and then walked directly into the bedroom, 
knowing his way around the apartment. Susan followed him closely, her eyes 
riveted to the boy's slender buttocks, to the heavy, balls that swung 
hypnotizingly between his legs. It was hard as hell not being aggressive 
with a boy that sexy. 

They lay down on the large double bed together, Susan kicking the sheets out 
of their way. Kissing again, Susan allowed her hands to wander down to 
Tommy's cock, which immediately began to swell and fill with blood. Nothing 
had changed, the boy's prick was as hard and thick and desirable as ever. 

Susan could no longer control her desires. She wanted to blow Tommy, to feel 
that cock throbbing in her mouth, stretching her lips out of shape. It might 
make the boy come before he fucked her, but that was all right, something 
she could handle easily. Tommy was as virile as ever, ,and once he got 
started, one orgasm could only lead to another. 

Bending her head low, Susan forced the boy to remain flat on his back as she 
went directly for his cock. Her head "was poised over the inviting meat and 
then Susan parted her sensual lips, ready to take the boy on a trip into 
lust, knowing that she had lost none of her ability to fire his strong young 
passion. 

Susan's head descended onto the thick member, taking in all six inches of 
hot, masculine cock. She gagged momentarily but refused to relinquish the 
burden or back up an inch. Tommy lay motionless on the bed, still not sure 
of himself, afraid to thrust his cock into her clinging oral channel. 

Then Susan allowed his prick to slide halfway out of her mouth, biting 
gently into the collar to keep it in position. Her lips and tongue began to 
work in perfect unison, tormenting and easing Tommy's lust, bringing him to 
the point of ejaculation. The young boy stared at his mistress, not knowing 
what to do, afraid Susan would be angry if he came prematurely. 

It was a struggle for Tommy to keep his body still. Finally he began to 
thrust his cock upward, moving it in quick, choppy strokes, hoping to numb 
the fire that was bring him so perilously close to firing his wad. Susan 
seemed to understand, loosening her grip a little, perfectly content to let 
the boy fuck her mouth at his own pace for a while. 

Susan allowed some saliva to leak out of her mouth, running along the shaft 
of Tom's rod and forming a puddle in his tangled pubic hair. She was happy 
for the first time in months, knew that he was different from her lovers. It 
was impossible for Susan to concentrate on it, to think about anything but 
the good time she was showing her young lover. 

Susan forced her lips around the thick shaft, taking in the full length of 
her lover's prick again and letting it rest against the bottom of her 
throat. It was touching to see that Tommy still had his eyes closed, afraid 
to look at her and break the spell. He was going to come in a few minutes 
and then hopefully would get over his nervousness, be able to fuck Susan 
with the same passion and virility he had shown in the past. 

Susan spit out her lover's prick, deciding to work on the boy's balls for a 
few minutes and thus prevent his immediate ejaculation. Tommy seemed to have 
become hairier over the summer, his balls almost hidden in the dense foliage 
of his pubic curls. Susan tickled the boy's balls with the tip of her tongue 
and then began to lick the globes with dedication. 

She opened her mouth and took in the entire scrotum, licking and sucking and 
dandling it in a way that did nothing to quell Tommy's growing passion. 
Susan could feel the lad's prick pressing against her cheek, bathing her 
face in her own warm saliva. The heavy rod had turned a dark purple color, 
its veins bulging as the boy fought against his orgasm. 

Susan returned to the boy's cock a few seconds later, knowing that Tommy had 
reached the limits of his endurance. The boy opened his blue eyes for a 
moment just as Susan started to suck his cock again. He felt better now, 
more relaxed, able to assert himself a little. Raising his hips upwards, 
Tommy began to fuck the woman's mouth, ready to come at a second's notice. 

Susan gagged again as she felt the stiff rod being forced deep into her 
straining throat. She sucked harder, knowing that her lover was almost 
there. His prick had started to undulate and contract, a sure sign that the 
come was welling up in his balls, the pressure building before the moment of 
explosion. 

Then it all started to happen to Tom Cullen. He worked his prick halfway 
into Susan's mouth and let the juices fly, his body relaxing immediately. 
The come rocketed out of his cock with all the force of a live volcano, 
filling Susan's mouth entirely, causing the woman to choke on the heavy 
flow. Nonetheless, Susan was determined to gulp down all the boy's come, not 
miss a drop of the precious elixir. 

Susan removed her mouth from his still erect cock and finished swallowing 
the semen, loving the rich salty taste. Tommy remained flat on his back on 
the bed, his handsome face covered with sweat, his legs digging into the 
mattress. His prick remained hard though, losing none of its tautness, 
.showing Susan that he would soon be ready to fuck her. 

"It's so good to be back with you," Susan said, purring at the handsome boy. 
"I never should have left you but what the hell, that's all in the past, 
isn't it?" 

"Yeah, sure," Tommy answered, not knowing what was expected of him. "You 
were really great, really turned me on." 

Susan began to caress the boy again, realizing that Tommy was embarrassed by 
her emotional outbursts. That was another thing that she liked about him, 
another boyish trait that could not help but turn her on. Tommy was just 
perfect, as sincere and affectionate as ever. Soon he would be ready to ball 
and things would be just like the old days again. 

Susan lay down beside the lad, letting Tommy explore her hungry body with 
his lips and tongue. The boy seemed unable to get enough of her, staying 
with Susan's tits for a few moments, darting his tongue quickly into her 
pussy, licking her navel and slender midsection. His prick remained hard as 
a bar of steel as he got into position to take her. 

Susan parted her ivory thighs, content to let the boy eat out her pussy for 
a while. His tongue darted into the well-lubricated crack, dancing inside 
Susan, preparing her for the thrusts of his ready cock. Susan did not bother 
to repress the cries of desire that rose to her swollen lips. 

The boy's tongue was like a blade of fire, caressing Susan's labia and 
clitoris, never resting for a minute. Tommy knew that he had the woman 
turned on already, that she would come long before he was ready for his 
second orgasm. Still, there was nothing wrong with continuing to eat her 
luscious snatch. 

Susan could not stop herself from reaching down to fondle her lover's stiff 
rod, as if she were afraid he would lose his desire without direct physical 
contract. However, Tommy hardly seemed to notice her attentions, buried in 
her cunt with his tongue moving a mile a minute. Susan had to push him away 
a few seconds later. Her clitoris felt like it was going to burst, and her 
cunt could stand to be vacant no longer. 

Tommy allowed his head to be pushed away from the dripping hole he had been 
tonguing, knowing that Susan needed his rock hard prick inside her. He got 
right on top of the woman, parting her muscular thighs with his hands, 
working his cock into the luscious cunt crevice, ready to fuck her without 
rest. 

Susan sighed again as she felt the boy entering her. She had fucked men who 
were more experienced and better hung than Tommy, but he was the best of her 
lovers, able to turn Susan on without even trying. Already his cock was 
bringing her to the far reaches of sensual ecstasy, turning Susan on in a 
way that was calculated to drive her wild with lust. 

It was impossible for Susan to let her lover do all the work. Her body was 
aflame and she moved with Tommy, crashing her pelvis into the boy's hard 
midsection, feeling every inch of his probing cock. Tommy lowered his head 
and sucked her nipples again, causing the rosy pads to turn hard and firm 
and puckered under his unrelenting assault. 

It was all Susan could do to keep herself from coming on the spot. All the 
emotions she had repressed were now attacking the helpless woman, making 
Susan want to laugh and cry at the same time. She could feel Tommy's prick 
digging deep into her body and penetrating her completely, which made it all 
the more difficult for Susan to control her lust. 

Tommy slid both his hands under Susan's writhing ass, his finger covering 
her asshole and stimulating the sensitive orifice. He was feeling his oats 
at that point, realizing that Susan needed him as badly as he needed her. 
They were a perfect couple, their bodies and desires harmonizing without 
effort. 

Susan felt the boy's strength as he held their bodies together, felt herself 
being lifted almost off the soft mattress that was supporting her hips and 
buttocks. Tommy's finger worked its way deeper into her asshole and then 
Susan sucked the boy's tongue into her mouth. All three orifices were filled 
now, just the way she wanted them to be. 

Tommy took care of the movement for the next few moments, grinding his hips 
into Susan's body, refusing to let the woman move at all. Susan let her 
muscles relax and then closed her bright blue eyes, letting Tommy's cock 
turn her on strongly and intensely. It was hard to stay that way for long, 
but she knew that she would go on loving every second of it. 

Tommy raised his hips, his ass visible high over Susan's body. Then he 
slammed his cock in again, letting go of Susan's ass and fucking the woman 
with complete freedom. Susan knew that that was the end as far as her 
passion was concerned. She could move with her lover again and that meant 
that she would have her orgasm in just a few more seconds. 

When it came, Susan's orgasm was total and shattering, involving every 
muscle in her voluptuous body. She ground her tits against the boy's chest, 
dug her hips into his stomach, clamped her cunt down around Tommy's probing, 
fast-moving prick. Then Susan started to come, expelling her breath loudly. 

Tommy brought all his weight to bear on the lusting woman's body, not 
wanting his prick to be dislodged from the rapidly contracting fuckhole. 
Susan was moving like a snake, slithering beneath him, her body lubricated 
with sweat and come. She was like a woman possessed, gripping him tightly, 
her fingernails tracing a pattern of lust on his slender white back. 

It took a long time for Susan's passion to cool. She experienced one spasm 
after another, her cunt refusing to relax, her muscles still taut and her 
nerves frayed with the effort of coming. At last she was able to see 
straight again, to calm her body down while still matching her lover's 
impassioned strokes. 

"Come on, keep fucking me," Susan insisted. "I'm going to come with you this 
time. Shit, you don't know how good that makes me feel, the way you're 
turning me on with your big prick!" . Tommy did not bother to answer, too 
overcome with lust and emotion to articulate his thoughts. His prick had 
stayed hard and now he was enjoying himself again, knowing that his own 
orgasm was not far off. Susan's cunt was still clamping down on his rod and 
that only fired his passion further. 

"Let's change positions," Tommy suggested. "That way I won't come so fast 
and we can really do it together." 

"All right, in a minute," Susan drawled in response. "Just give me a chance 
to feel you for a little while longer." 

Then Susan reluctantly allowed the boy to drag his prick out of her hot and 
moist pussy, turning immediately over onto all fours to let the boy fuck her 
from behind. She looked quickly at Tom's prick and saw that it was as dark 
and vein-lined as ever, ready to be forced back into her welcoming pussy. 

Tommy studied the woman from behind for a few seconds, amazed at how 
beautiful she looked. Susan's cunt and asshole were red wounds in her 
otherwise snowy-white body, two orifices clamoring for his attention. He 
would take care of her asshole later in the day but for the moment the 
healthy young stud could hardly wait to get his throbbing organ back into 
Susan's pussy. 

He held his rod against the tightened opening, pushing his way in, no longer 
to be denied access to that clinging aperture. Susan buried her head in the 
two pillows that lay on the mattress, not wanting to intimidate the boy with 
her groans of passion. He was getting to her again, to the point where Susan 
thought she would come again before he was ready to fire. 

The big cock slid slowly down into Susan's twat, the new angle only adding 
to her pleasure. She held still for a while, relishing the feel of the 
reaming organ as it reached the bottom of her vaginal canal. Then Susan 
began to dance with her lover, exerting subtle counter pressures, with a 
rhythm and timing of her own that Tommy was quick to pick up on. 

Susan felt the boy reaching around her torso, determined to grip her tits 
while his cock was buried in Susan's fuck hole. He succeeded immediately, 
grasping the heavy globes roughly, massaging them with the tips of his 
fingers. Susan's nipples were still hard but they were capable of further 
stimulation as was the rest of her magnificent lusting body. 

Tommy pulled his prick almost all the way out of Susan's hole, teasing the 
woman now, making her work to drag his thick cockshaft back into her hungry 
body. It was good to see Tommy being more masculine and dominating, able to 
control her and do what he wanted in bed. Susan would have put up with 
anything from her lover at that late stage of the game. 

"I'm almost there," she panted. "Don't stop fucking me like that. I know I 
can come again." 

"Me, too," Tommy answered, biting off the words. "Just slow down a little 
and I'll take care of everything." 

Susan managed to cool it for a few seconds, loving the feel of Tommy's cock 
as it continued to hollow her out from behind. She still undulated her hips 
and gripped the lovely rod with her strong vaginal muscles but Tommy didn't 
seem to mind that. The boy's strokes were becoming harder and more violent, 
a sure sign that he was almost ready to fly. 

But Tommy had matured since the last time Susan had fucked him, was far 
better able to control his body and sexual apparatus. He played Susan's body 
like a violin, bringing the woman to the very point of orgasm and then 
slowing her down again, letting his own passion mount at the same time. 
Susan knew that she was in the hands of a master, a boy who could keep her 
happy in bed for the rest of her life. 

Then she began to move with Tommy again, unable to stop herself from doing 
so. Tommy didn't seem to object, rocking back on his heels and then slamming 
his prick back into Susan's cunt, letting his balls slap loudly against the 
woman's resilient buttocks. He knew that he would come in a few seconds. 

The two sweating bodies moved in perfect harmony, setting up a cadence of 
lust that could not be long denied. Susan was shocked at the strength of her 
young lover, at the way he was able to keep slamming his prick into her body 
long after she had become tired and sore. Nonetheless she was ready to come 
again, as soon as she felt Tommy shooting his load. 

Tommy forced his prick once more into the clinging fuck box, keeping his 
body pressed against Susan's incredibly voluptuous buttocks. His prick 
expanded a little more and then started to erupt, the juices pouring out 
into the bottom of Susan's cunt, triggering her own long awaited climax. 

Susan felt the juices laving her from her own exploding pussy. Her muscles 
went momentarily rigid, then relaxed again as the cunt honey leaked slowly 
out, bathing Tom's cock, mixing with the thick fluids he was still 
secreting. 

The two lovers slumped down onto the mattress, their bodies still together, 
their genitals joined. Eventually Tommy's prick began to go soft and slid 
out of the lubricated hole. He stroked Susan's long blonde hair, smiling at 
the woman and keeping one finger on her lips so that Susan would not talk. 

For her part, Susan was more than willing to be silent for a while. Almost 
by chance she had rediscovered Tommy, and things were even better than they 
had been in the past. Without thinking much about it, Susan knew that she 
would continue to fuck the boy, spend as much time with him as was humanly 
possible. 

That meant taking an interest in Tommy's musical career, getting involved 
with another person to an extent greater than ever before, the very thing 
Susan had always tried to avoid. It was different with Tommy, completely 
different. The boy liked her for herself, had no intention of taking 
advantage of Susan. 

Order was beginning to assert itself in Susan Chambers' life. Looking down 
at her young lover, she could see that the boy was drifting off to sleep, 
exhausted from their protracted bout of lovemaking. He looked young and 
innocent enough to be her own child, but of course Tommy was his own man, 
who would continue to grow and develop as time progressed. 

Susan buried her head in the pillow again, not tired but relaxed and at 
peace with herself. It was still possible that things would not work out 
with Tommy but that was a chance she was willing to take. For the first time 
in years, Susan Chambers felt that she had found her place in life. 


THE END
