Susan…again!

Susan in my pants

I’d just left my office and decided to leisurely walk back to my apartment. It was a crisp fall day in Boston, and a gentle breeze wafted in from Boston Harbor. I was horny. Very, very horny. So much so I’d almost rubbed one off in the men’s room before leaving. I was semi-hard, and it was showing. So was the spot of precum that stained my khakis. I was thinking about Susan, a girl I’d met in college who simply had zero inhibitions and a libido that was out of control. She’d emailed me yesterday and said she was Boston-bound. AND, that she wanted to see me, at least for an overnight, so she could fuck my brains out. Kee-riste…..I’d responded that I was older now and hoped my heart could take it. Her response: Hey, Johnboy, all you need to do is lie on your back and let me play cowgirl.

My apartment was a few blocks away, so I stopped at one of my watering holes for a quick shooter. Kim, the hostess, gave me a warm smile and a hug that gave away my tumescence. ‘I’m tempted to ask you if that’s a pistol in your pocket or you’re just happy to see me.’ I held her closer and gave my cock a twitch. ‘A W.C. Fields girl you seem to be, Kim. If I had the time, I’d show you my pistol and park it where it would bring a wanton smile to your face, but alas, it’s spoken for tonight. And, besides, I’ve brought on a small leak.’ ‘Ok, JT, but you can bet your horny body, there’ll be a next time! Straight up, two olives, and a little dirty, vodka, right?’ Kim led me to a small secluded table and gave my cock a little squeeze. ‘Ooooohh, a little slimy there, my sweet…sure I can’t give you a quickie?’ She giggled and left me at my table really hard! I almost came in my pants. 

Fast forward two hours later to my apartment. I’d changed my spotted underwear and pants and awaited the knock on the door. Three soft knocks. Had to be Susan. Last time we mated up, my pecker couldn’t get up for three days. My tongue did legion service in its stead.

I opened the door to find Susan grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. She was in shorts, rather short ones, and her braless titties threatened to poke through her cotton tee. Fuck me, my cock spranged up as though it had been jolted with an electric shock. ‘Well, Johnboy, at least your 5 1/2” is happy to see me! Lemme check to see if you know how to give a little tongue.’

Susan grabbed me by my shirt and pushed her open lips into mine, jamming her wet, warm tongue into my mouth and pushing her crotch into mine. ‘Ooooh, Johnboy, you have a boner, don’t you?!’ I let Susan explore a little.

‘Ahhh, you’ve either wet your pants or have some precum oozing. Better check this out.’

She was on her knees in a flash, unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles. My undies were the next to go, allowing my now rock-hard penis to sproing upwards and fling a gob precum onto her upper lip. Susan licked it off and then went for the gold. She took the tip of my cock into her soft mouth and tongued my glans. ‘I want to taste you, Johnboy, so don’t worry about cumming in my mouth.’

‘Keeriste, Susan, you just got here, so at least come in and shut the door! And I’m horny enough to do a giant ooze pretty quick!’

It had been 20 years since their first tryst on a lonely Maine beach. Lying next to each other, they had kissed and snuggled. Then, befitting Susan’s true self, she slid her warm hand up the left side of Johnboy’s trunks and left it softly grasping his hard-on. Given that it was the first time her brazenness had taken flight, ‘Twas not long before his hot cum spewed all over her hand. ‘Uh oh…seems as though you’ve made a mess. Not to worry—I’ll clean you up.’

Susan removed her cum-covered hand and licked it clean. ‘Did you have pineapple for breakfast? You taste yummy.’ She pulled my trunks down and lapped up the remaining ropes of creamy cum that covered my sort of softening cock and pubis. This was the beginning of a late summer’s primer in sex…lots of sex. So, in the intervening years, Susan made it her business to continue her hands-on learning with me. I had no idea how many more adventures she had with other guys, or girls as it turns out, but our next lesson was about to come to fruition. How fortunate I was to have found a fuck-buddy who was just hands down horny…all the time! I wondered if our relationship was about ready to change.

Susan got down to it, softly licking my frenulum sending unmistakable signals to my balls and prostate. ‘Oh, fuck,’ I moaned. 

‘Cum, Johnboy! Shoot your jizz. I want to taste you again!’ That’s all it took. I didn’t want to shoot ropes, just full oozes of my cream, so I let it do just that. Susan swallowed most every drop except for a couple she pushed into my mouth when she suddenly frenched me. ‘Y’oughta sample what I’m tasting, dear boy…tastes sort of sweet and salty, doesn’t it?’

I’d never eaten my own cum before this but had been tempted a couple times when I had over the top Randy thoughts masturbating. Chalk up another lesson in our continuing saga of sex education!

‘I need to cum so bad, Johnboy. Do me, please, right now. You can refill your cum locker while you eat me!’

I guided Susan over to my couch and spread her legs, one over the top of the couch and the other on the floor which revealed her crotch and the soaking wet panties that covered her pussy. I tugged them off down to her ankles leaving streaks of her cum on her lovely thighs and calves. Her very red pussy lips were slick with her juices, and I quickly went to work on her labia majora, licking them up one side and down the other. ‘Uh uh, my sweet, leave your love button to me.’ She’d tried reaching for her engorged clit, but I’d put a stop to that.

I left no part of her luscious cunt untended, from thrusting my tongue as far up her vagina as I could to simply lathering her folds by lapping up and down. Susan was on her way to a shattering orgasm, so I finished her off with tonguing her clit which had escaped its hood. ‘FUCK! OH FUCK!!’ She wailed. Her tummy muscles beginning to clench in sync with her pussy. Gouts of creamy cum oozed from her crack as she consummated her orgasm.  

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ She screeched. ‘I’m still cumming!!’ She was holding my head and lips pressed into her spasming pussy. ‘No more, Johnboy, I can’t take anymore…’ so I stopped my cuntlapping and just enjoyed sensing her final throes of a great orgasm. Cumming has to be one of the greatest feelings in the world!! (to be continued)