Sue and I sat together silently for a couple of minutes, her warm, soft body leaning against me. It struck me that Rick was awfully trusting, leaving me alone and naked in his home, with his equally naked wife, and I said so to Sue.
She laughed. "Really Adam, what else could we do that we haven't already done? He probably figures we're too exhausted to go on without him, and his only worry would be that he might miss something.Besides, you tempted him with something new in food and drink combinations. If there was one thing that could get him to leave me with you, it was that! He does love his culinary things."
I chuckled. She had a good point about there not being much else we could do, especially in my current state of torpor. She reached over and took my limp cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke me. "Looks like a dead soldier Adam. Did I wear you out already, or are we going to continue this wonderful evening?"
Her soft stroking felt very nice, and was just what the doctor ordered. I felt myself begin to harden, and I groaned as her touch fired the nerves in my groin. "Not dead Sue, just unconscious. Somehow I feel fairly certain you know how to revive that soldier."
She did, leaning over and taking me into her mouth, then deep into her throat as she fellated me back to a firm and throbbing erection, all the while cupping and massaging my balls with her hand. Once she had me fully erect she sat up and admired her handiwork.
"Wow, I am good! I can raise the dead!" She smiled as she said it, continuing to stroke and fondle me.
"You're more than good, you're excellent. And yeah, I believe you probably could raise the dead with one of your blowjobs. The way you take me clear down your throat and I can feel your tongue working around the base of my cock, damn, that's just incredible!"
She smiled and preened a little, clearly pleased with the praise, but it was all true. She gave amazing head, and I could easily become addicted to it.
"Well, practice makes perfect. Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Desperately. Absolutely. Very much. But no, let's just sit and talk while we wait for Rick. I kind of feel bad about fucking his wife anyway, I don't want to do it behind his back, and he should be back pretty soon." That thought struck me as strange even as I said it, but the fact was that I had no desire to do anything with Sue that didn't have Rick's stamp of approval. It just felt less bad to me that way, less like cheating or leading her to do so.
We sat back, leaning into each other, and she continued to touch and play. I slid my hand down her tummy and let my finger slide into her cleft, lightly stroking the puckered flesh of her hood, her big clit momentarily retracted and out of sight. She twitched and moaned slightly as I stroked her sensitive flesh.
"God that feels good. I am so horny tonight, I just can't seem to get enough. I'd forgotten how good a really big cock feels inside me, hitting all those nice spots that Ricky can't reach and making me cum - I lost track of how many times I've cum tonight, but please, sir, may I have another?"
"Swell, now you've got me fucking Oliver Twist! That shouldn't screw with my head at all. But I think the quote is actually 'some more', not 'another'."
"Oooh, even better!"
We both laughed as I continued to softly stroke her sex, occasionally dipping a finger inside of her for more lubrication as I gently massaged her clit, feeling it swell and harden again, getting fat and firm and protruding pink and shiny from it's puckered hood. I leaned slightly forward to admire it.
"You know, when Rick's cock is shrunken down it really isn't much bigger than your clit. But then you're overly blessed in that arena."
"Do you think my big clitty is gross?"
"What? No, not at all! I love it, and I find it very exciting and unique. I've just never seen one like that is all, it's like this great neon sign saying 'Horny woman, needs to cum, please press this button for orgasm!' or something like that. I love touching it - and licking it - and seeing you react."
She laughed. "You're so weird. I'm glad you like it, Ricky does too. So do I, it's a fun thing to have, but it has caused me trouble over the years."
"Really? How so?"
"I developed sexually when I was eleven years old, Adam. I started to grow big hooters and hair in strange places, and I started my periods before I turned twelve, and this." She indicated her pussy with a wave of her hand. "I was riding my bike one day, on a bumpy road, and I started to feel really funny, but good, you know, inside. Then this amazing wave hit me, this incredibly good feeling from my toes to my ears, but centering right here, right on my nub, the best feeling I had ever felt, right up until I crashed my bike and skinned my knee, elbow, and chin. That kind of ruined it, but not completely."
I couldn't stop myself, I was laughing helplessly at her description of her first orgasm.
"Yeah, laugh at a poor kid crashing her bike, you sick bastard! I still have a little scar, right here on my chin." She was laughing too as she pointed out the tiny white scar on her chin. I kissed it, still chuckling.
"What a nice reminder of your very first orgasm. I plan to give you 'some more' tonight, but I'll try not to leave any scars, OK?"
She stuck her lip out, pretending to pout. "You'd better, after laughing at me. But anyway, after that I would pretty much have an orgasm whenever I rode my bike - I learned not to crash - and I started masturbating regularly, and I learned to sit and squeeze my legs together and kind of wiggle my butt just right to give myself one anywhere, anytime."
"Really? Can you still do that?"
"Yes. But back then I was totally addicted, I mean it. At dinner, in school, at the movies, even in church sometimes, I was always getting myself off. I must have had the wettest panties in town. My mom kept telling me to stop fidgeting, she even took me to the doctor to see if I had a rash or anything. He examined me, touched and poked and prodded, and rubbed some kind of cream on my ass and sent us home with a prescription, and I gave myself an orgasm in the car while my mom went into the pharmacy. I was so bad!"
"Oh, I don't know. I jerked off a lot as a kid, it's probably pretty normal. I think everyone hits that stage where their body changes, hormones start to flow, and we do a little exploring. You know, learning about ourselves and what makes things tick. It's just normal. I think we turned out OK."
"Adam, I was cumming several times a day! My grades suffered, I couldn't focus, everyone said I was too daydreamy or unfocused, or had A.D.D. I wasn't daydreaming, I didn't have A.D.D. I was just constantly in a state of arousal! It's a good thing there's no quota on orgasms or I would have used up all of mine."
I laughed again. "Nope, no quota, thank god! It does sound like you were maybe a little worse off than most."
"I know. I felt like a freak, it was horrible! I never went to therapy, but I think it helped set me up for the way things went later in my life. I'm not sure what Freud or Kinsey would say about it, or even Dr. Spock."
"The Star Trek guy? I didn't know he knew about such things. I thought Vulcans were asexual."
She giggled, the response I'd been hoping for, trying to ease her self-recrimination a little. "Not Mr. Spock you fool, Dr. Spock. The kid expert."
"Ah, that Spock! So were you sexually active with boys too, or was this all self-inflicted?"
She thought for a moment. "Boys? Sure, later, the usual stuff with all the typical angst and intrigue of the later teenage years. But first, when I was 14 my dad signed me up for riding lessons - horseback, you know."
"Yeah Sue, I'm familiar with what riding lessons are. I've often wondered if there isn't something more to the relationship between a girl and her horse. Girls just seem to get so attached to the animals, more so than guys."
"Well, there sure was for me. One in particular, a big gelding named Socks, 'cause his feet were white. I learned to ride him bareback, and he had this hard knot, right at the base of his mane, on his whithers, and I'd scoot up so that my clit was bumping that, and we'd canter or trot, and oh my god! I called him Nubbin, because he and I spent almost four glorious years bumping our nubbins together."
She was so funny, and so open about this! I was really sorry that I had waited so long to get to know her, she was a very interesting woman and completely uninhibited, it seemed.
"So basically you're saying you spent several years in a serious relationship with your horse."
She smiled. "Well, not exactly. But he did have a huge cock, some days I'd get there and he'd be standing in the corral with this enormous penis hanging out of him, and I'd be totally wet and aroused from looking at that before I ever got on him. I was so curious, I wanted to touch it, but I never did. I was afraid someone would see me and think I was a sicko."
"Good decision. You would have been a sicko. I think kids that grow up on farms or around animals tend to get an early education, but that would have been crossing the line."
She nodded. "I know. But the awkward fumbling and touching with boys in closets or under the bleachers, or later on in back seats, that just wasn't doing it. I felt like there had to be more to it."
"Yeah, there is. And you found out...?
"With Jeff, the ranch hand at the stables. I'd had a crush on him for years, since I first saw him. His cock wasn't as big as Nubbin's."
I laughed. "Thank goodness, he'd have split you in half. How long had you been around him at this point?"
"Oh, several years! I was a senior in high school by that time, and he began to notice me. Before that I was just a kid, and he steered clear of the kids. Smart man. Anyhow, I came back from a ride, I must have cum ten times and my pants were soaked through, plus a big wet spot on Nubbin's back. I always thought anyone that saw it would just figure sweaty horse, but when I slid off my legs collapsed from cumming so much, and Jeff ran over to me, and he knew right away what was happening, what I'd been doing."