Susie Ch 10

My name is Howard Duncan. I am 19 and am about to begin my second year at the local community college. I am preparing for a career in civil engineering and the community college is an inexpensive way to get my first couple of years of college. I am writing this at the request of Susie O'Connell. She wants my perspective.

I met Trish Jones through Susie O'Connell who is my friend Corey's girlfriend. Susie invited a bunch of girls over to a nude pool party at Corey's father's house and asked me to go talk to Trish who was sitting by herself. We hit it off pretty good and arranged to go to the first football game and the dance afterwards.

I had neglected to think that I couldn't dance and so arranged to meet with Trish for her to give me dance lessons. I had dinner at her house where I met her dad who made it clear he expected me to have sex with her.

Oh, I should mention that I also met two of Trish's friends and was really smitten by one of them, Colleen.

Sex in Trish's Room

After dinner, Trish took me into the living room. She went upstairs and brought down a small portable CD player with speakers and started a song she said they might play at the dance. As she started showing me some dance moves I said, "That discussion about having sex was really uncomfortable. Is your dad always like that?"

"Well, mostly with the boys. I think he expected some guy to have sex with me the first day I stepped into high school. My mom had started me on the pill a month before and then every week or so, they would ask if I was still a virgin in one way or another. Finally I told them I had had sex under the bleachers with a Junior. That kept them pretty quiet. Every once in a while I make up a guy and a story for them."

"Does your dad molest you?"

"Oh no!"

"With all that talk about having sex, what about your brothers?"

"Absolutely not. My dad says any real man can get a woman of his own without preying on his sister or other relatives. He calls it a 'perversion'."

"What about your mom? She was pretty quiet."

"Well she thinks my dad knows more about boys and trusts him when he says they need sex a couple of times a week to 'keep it lubricated', that's his usual phrase. With me, she's not so sure. They had sex in High School and then got married when my mom became pregnant. I'm sure they have sex a couple of times a week and my mom seems to enjoy it. I think she wants me to enjoy myself and doesn't expect anything different from me than she did herself."

I felt emboldened by the general attitude towards sex in her family. "Trish, I really would like to have sex with you. You're father is right when he says any man would like to get his penis inside your panties, at least this man would. If you want you can feel how big it is now out of desire."

She pressed her hand against my crotch. "Yeah! want to do it right now?"

"Trish, in your home? with your parents here?"

She yelled in to her parents, "Mom, dad, I want a different CD. I think we'll just go up to my room and continue up there." She took the CD player in one hand and my hand in the other and led me upstairs.

As we passed the entry to the family room her dad said, "Have a

really

good time up there," and winked. I saw Larry making the finger pushing into a circle sign and her mom said, "Mind the bedspread". I guess they knew what she had in mind so I went along.

Trish shut and locked her door. She started to remove her clothes. "Wait," I said, "Take it slow, I want to savor each piece." I didn't tell her this would be my first time.

She responded, "How about I just sit here and I savor each piece as you remove yours."

"How about taking turns?" I asked as I reached down and removed a shoe.

"How about you strip to your underwear and then I strip to mine and then you remove yours and then ..."

"Okay," I said and removed another shoe.

As I took off my socks I asked, "What did your mom mean about 'minding the bedspread'?"

"Oh, I forgot, just a minute." She removed the bedspread, folded it and dropped it on the floor of her closet. "She doesn't want any cum on it, too hard to wash."

"Oh, one more thing." She got out a CD, put it in the player and turned it on. "Better mood," she said.

I was in my shorts. My penis was sticking way out.

"Oohh!" Trish exclaimed. She stroked it a couple times through the cloth.

"Your turn," I said as I sat down.

She kicked off her sandals. I said, "wait a minute," and knelt down to kiss her feet.

She said, "You've already seen this," and removed her skirt.

I said, "wait a minute," again and went over and kissed both legs from the feet to her crotch.

"Mmmmmm! Could you do that again?" she asked so I did.

She very slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She turned her back to me and pulled the front apart. Then she turned around so I could see her bra holding back her petite breasts. "Nice bra," I said. it was translucent allowing me to see the darkness of her aureoles. It was also made of thin material and the outline of her nipples pushed through the fabric. I reached up and fondled them. She pushed forward slightly.

She turned her back to me again and let her blouse fall to the floor. Before she could turn around I grabbed her waist and kissed her back starting at her shoulders and ending at her panty line just above the outward curve of her lovely butt.

I turned her around and kissed her tummy starting with her navel and working outward in circles. I put my hands over her breasts and rubbed the erect nipples.

"

Oohh!

" she said so loudly I knew the family could hear. Well that's what her father seemed to want.

I stood in front of her and asked, "Do you want to do the honors?"

She knelt in front of me and slowly pulled my shorts down. They caught on my penis and she pulled them back up. She reached under the waistband, pushed my penis against my body and pulled the elastic out and over. As she revealed the penis, she said, "Oh! it's bigger and harder than I remember from the pool!"

"Well its had more time to watch you and yearn for you," I explained.

Before pulling the shorts all the way down she wrapped her mouth around it and began licking the tip with her tongue. I could barely stand it. "If you're not careful I could cum before I even get inside you," I said.

She pulled her mouth away and pulled my shorts over my feet, saying, "I wouldn't want that."

She stood in front of me holding my penis in her hand. "Do you want to take off my bra and panties?"

"I would like nothing more. Turn around." I unhooked her bra and reached both hands in front, cupping them over her bra cups to remove it. I dropped the bra and fingered her nipples before turning her around. I then kissed both breasts around the nipples and ended by kissing the rock hard nipples which pushed a half inch above the round breasts. Her aureoles were also hard and slightly raised, I licked them around the base of the nipples. "Beautiful tits!" I said.

"

Aahh

!" she responded loudly.

Lightly and slowly I ran my fingers down her abdomen from just below her breasts to the top of her panties.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed.

I grabbed the elastic top of the "EAT ME" panties and slowly pulled them past her crotch. I had only the briefest glance of her genitals at the pool. Now I saw that she had nice, full labia which were parted in the front revealing the clitoral hood. The hood disappeared into her slit which stretched back to her butt. I felt it and discovered it ended just before her butt crack began. She continued humming as I pulled the panties down and over her feet.

I lifted her and placed her on the bed. I lifted her knees and spread her legs to give me a good look at her cunt. The front was covered with the softest curls of light brown hair. I gently spread the labia to see her paper thin, butterfly wing shaped minor labia. As I caressed them she began a long, "Ooooo" which never seemed to end. I began stroking her clit and the "

Ooooo

" increased in intensity.

I decided it was time to find the "G-spot". I stopped stroking her clit and the moan stopped. I gently opened her vagina and slowly inserted a finger. I watched her entire face as I touched the rough spot just inside. I began to slowly and gently caress the spot.

I inserted another finger and pushed both all the way up her vagina feeling the cervix at the end and rotating them inside. Trish began her moan again, "

Ooooo

". I rubbed her clit with my thumb and the moan increased. Then I began licking her clit as I moved my two fingers in and out of her vagina. Her cunt was sour, and salty with a slight fishy flavor, very yummy.

Every time I pushed my fingers in or pulled them out I paused briefly at the G-spot and gave it an extra tickle. Her moan began increasing every time I did that. I also allowed the two fingers which were outside of her to rub her labia. I began timing my licks with the G-spot strokes. Her moan was so loud I thought the whole neighborhood would hear. Then it changed. Instead of a continuous moan it became a rapid series of whoops timed with my licks and G-spot tickles. I ceased pushing in and out and just concentrated on her G-spot and clit. She pushed her hips way up forcing my fingers hard against her G-spot. She rotated them and the whoops increased. She became wetter and wetter and the flavor of her cunt was strong and really delicious.

"

Whoo! Whooo! Whoooo! Whooooo!

"

Then something I hadn't quite expected. Her vagina gave a huge spasm and pulled at my fingers. She let out a huge scream of pleasure that I thought could be heard for miles. I kept stroking and licking and she screamed even louder. Her abdomen joined her vagina in spasms as she ground her hips around and arched her back even more. I tried not to stop my licking and stroking.

The spasms died down along with Trish's scream. She lay quiet. Her vagina and abdomen were reduced to twitching.

"Oh my god!" she said, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

She pulled herself up, and then pulled at me so I was on top of her with my face in front of hers. She gave me a huge kiss and I thought her tongue would go all the way down my throat. "Fuck me!" she said as her tongue withdrew and her mouth pulled away, "Fuck me!"

I needed no more, my penis slid into her with no resistance. She moaned, "

Ooooo

."

I had the most fabulous feeling my penis had ever experienced. The warmth and gentle tightness of her vagina pressed against it in an absolutely perfect way.

I pushed in as hard as I could and then pulled out. I remembered her G-spot and tried to wiggle my penis against it as it went by. That wasn't working so I stopped pulling it out at the point where I thought the tip would be at her G-spot and pushed my hips down so the tip would push her G-spot, then I stroked in and brought my hips up so the base of my penis would push against her clit as I pulled out. Her moaning began again increasing in volume as I hit her clit and G-spot. I noticed that my penis was coming close to maximum excitement so I slowed down.

She fought out a sentence through her moan, "Why are you stopping? Fuck me harder."

I had trouble forming words myself, "If I do it any harder I will cum, I want you to cum first."

But she was not staying excited. I decided there was only one choice. I began stroking deep and hard, deep and hard. Her moan increased rapidly but my excitement was building rapidly too. I was going to explode first. One, two, three strokes and I let loose, "Aahh" I shouted. I kept stroking deep and hard even though each stroke felt like it would tear my penis apart. "Aahh" I repeated on each deep stroke in.

My penis was throbbing and semen was streaming out of it into Trish. Just as I couldn't stroke any more her vagina tightened on my penis and started sucking the cum out of it with big spasms. I heard her scream again and felt her abdomen throbbing against mine. I tried one, two, three more strokes in an attempt to prolong her orgasm. They felt strange, her vagina tightened when I pulled out, it wanted me to stay inside. On the way in her vagina helped, not in a single stroke but in a series of waves.

I was exhausted. Her vagina was quivering rather than jerking. I pushed in as far as I could. My penis was relaxing. I lay on top of her and wrapped my arms around her. Her arms came around my butt and she pushed her fingers into my butt crack and pulled me hard into her vagina. We kissed with tongues intertwined. I felt warm semen oozing down over my testicles.

We must have laid there for over an hour feeling each others bodies. I noticed her alarm clock. "It's one AM!" I exclaimed. "I need to get home."

"I wish you could stay."

"So do I, but I can't," I told her. Then I added, "We never did complete those dance lessons."

"Would you have preferred we had done that."

"Absolutely not!"

"Maybe we can finish tomorrow. Do you want to come by?"

"Okay, just dance lessons?"

"No guarantees!"

"Okay, whatever we feel like."

"I know what I feel like." She smiled.

I dressed quickly, then bent over and kissed her.

"I think I'll just lay here and relax," she told me. "Can you find the door?"

"Yes, thank you for a wonderful time, See you tomorrow."

"I had an amazing time. I can't believe anything could be like that. If my parents are still up tell them that I just want to lay here and relax. Also tell my father to give you that bonus. I think I am still oozing."

As I went downstairs I saw Trish's parents watching TV. I went in, a bit anxiously, and said. "Trish says goodnight. She wants to relax on her bed and didn't feel like coming down. Oh, Mr. Jones here's that $40. A real man pays for his own motel rooms."

Mr. Jones said, "It sounded like you two had more than a

real

good time tonight."

"Well I certainly enjoyed myself. Trish says you should give me the bonus and if you want you can go check, she claims to still be 'oozing'."

Mrs. Jones joined in. "I don't think I ever heard the like. If Trish's screams are any indication of her feelings that may have been the best sex anyone ever had."

"What makes you think we had sex?" I asked. "We were just dancing."

They both laughed hard. "Come back soon," Mrs. Jones said.

"Trish invited me back tomorrow. We want to practice dancing some more."

They laughed even more over that.

At the Mall

The next day Trish, Colleen and Lucy came by my work again.

"This is an unexpected pleasure," I said.

Lucy said "I hear you guys had quite a night last night."

"You told them?" I asked Trish.

"Of course. You don't keep anything like the fireworks I felt last night hidden, you tell everyone about it."

"It was pretty spectacular," I agreed. "But I'm not sure about spreading my sexual exploits around."

"Well guys shouldn't. Otherwise it seems like bragging," Lucy said. "And you can ruin a girl's reputation. What Trish has told us can only enhance yours!" She examined me with bright, sexy eyes.

"It sounded wonderful," Colleen added in a mousy tone. "Yesterday you said you would go out with me sometime. Is that still on?"

"I guess, do you object, Trish, or are we in any way a steady item now?"

"No, I don't object. Having sex has never made me a steady item with any guy."

Lucy added, "It's like usually the end of being a steady item for me."

Trish continued, "You guys are free to go out. Maybe when we get to know each other better things will be different but for now I am still 'playing the field'."

"Good, Colleen, what would you like to do?"

We spent the rest of lunch talking about things we liked to do. I don't know what Trish and Lucy talked about.

Back at Trish's

When I arrived at Trish's house the next day her younger brother, Danny, was downstairs watching TV. He greeted me by saying, "You sure made Sis scream last night. My dad will probably kill you. He told you not to hurt her!"

I told him, "I'll take my chances. Does she look to be hurting to you?"

"Unfortunately no, and most of the family seems happy. I don't know why."

"You should probably bring that up with your folks."

Trish came down the stairs and said, "Don't pay any attention to the twerp. He likely doesn't know what he is talking about."

I told her, "I'm not sure he's a 'twerp' but I agree he has some of the facts wrong."

Danny retorted with, "You shouldn't call me a 'twerp' anyway. I could tell dad and you'd be in trouble."

Trish asked me to come up to her room.

"Sometimes he can be a real pain. He's been in a real mood today," Trish told me. "I think some girl turned him down again. He comes on too strong."

"Gets it from your dad," I said.

She responded with a look that said my attempt at humor was not appreciated.

She turned on the CD player and we started some actual dance lessons. I thought they were going well but Trish started giggling, "You really are hopeless," she said.

"Hopeless, I thought I was getting the hang of it."

"Well, except that your movements aren't in time with the music."

"Oh," I felt sad, "I've been concentrating on doing the right movements."

"Well, you are getting those mostly right. But even that still needs work."

"Maybe I am hopeless. Maybe we should forget about the dance."

"Not a bad idea."

"You don't want to go with me?"

"Well, we could just blow off the dance and go right to the motel," she giggled really loud.

"I thought the idea was to go to the dance, isn't that what you wanted to do?"

"I thought the idea was to have wild passionate sex, isn't that what you wanted to do?" she was really giggling and I started to catch it.

I laughed, "Yes, that was the idea. This is all a plot to get you naked and ravish you within an inch of your life."

I grabbed and threw her on the bed. I held on to her waist and came down on top of her with my lips against hers. I reached behind her, pulled up her blouse and started working her bra hooks loose.

She pushed her hands down inside my belt. I raised my hips to give her easier access to my belt. She struggled to unbuckle it. We continued kissing. I thrust my tongue deep into her throat. Finally her bra was loose. I couldn't get it off because the shoulder straps went around her arms and her hands were working my belt buckle.

I broke off the kiss, "I'm sure there is a better way to undress each other," I said with a laugh.

"It does go better in the movies," she responded with more giggling. "I have an idea," she said, getting up and refastening her bra. You need incentive, let's continue practicing dancing. Every time you make a mistake, you remove an item of clothing."

"How do I know I make a mistake?"

"I'll tell you." She started the music.

"You moved your leg out of step," she said. "Take something off.

I removed a shoe, then another mistake and another shoe. After several "mistake" calls I was taking off my shirt, "Hey, I'm almost naked and you haven't removed anything. When do you remove your clothes?"

"The idea is to get

you

naked, not me!" she giggled.

"Well my idea is to get you naked." I pushed her down on the bed and kissed her again.

We got up and I said, "You have to remove an article of clothing every time

you

make a mistake."

"How do I know I make a mistake?" she asked.

"I'll tell you."

"Oh. How will you know ...

Oh

!" she laughed and started the music.

"Wrong song," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Wrong song, you made a mistake, article of clothing please," I said with a big smile.

"Oh, yes, I made a

mistake

," She laughed and kicked off a sandal.

I quickly called out several "mistakes" and she joyfully removed one piece of clothing or another. Both of us were laughing as I tried to quickly think of mistakes before she could come up for one for me. Finally she squeezed one in, "Mistake!, I called 'mistake' before you did." I removed my jeans and stood before her wearing only my undershorts with my penis sticking way out.