Chapter 3
The next day, Susan's home was invaded by unwelcome company. Phyllis Clarke was a friend, but also a major pain in the ass. Short, dowdy, forty-two, she looked and talked like a stodgy old woman. The two women had nothing in common except for being next-door neighbors. Though she detested it, Susan played the role of the perfect hostess, serving coffee and listening politely while Phyllis chatted away from across the kitchen table. Outside, through a closed window, Joe Clarke could be seen trimming the hedge that divided their front lawns. His gas-powered hedge trimmer was loud, but, unhappily, not quite loud enough to drown out his wife.
"And so I told the salesgirl," Phyllis was saying, "I told her that I didn't have the receipt and tags, that I threw them away. After all, why should I be expected to save those crummy old things? So she said to me, in a real rude way, 'I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't give you your money back unless you have the original receipt and tags. That's store policy.' Well, Sue, as you can imagine, that's when I started to get mad."
Phyllis paused and Susan nodded at her in sympathy, because that's what she was expected to do when Phyllis paused. In truth, however, Susan was hardly listening to what Phyllis was saying. Last night's joyful escapade was still on her mind. She had fucked Rick-rhymes-with-dick not once but three times. The loud squeaking made by his van's worn shock absorbers and her own screaming orgasms must have awakened three whole city blocks. She had come home with a deliciously sore pussy and a huge smile on her face, the first real smile she had worn in a long time. She had wanted to show that smile to Howard, not to gloat over her adultery, but to show him that she could still derive some enjoyment out of life. But when she got home, she found Howard fast asleep on the sofa. Susan had the distinct impression that he was probably not even aware that she had been gone.
Phyllis continued her story. "I told the salesgirl to get the manager right away. For once, the little twit listened to me. Well, the manager turned out to be even younger and snottier than the salesgirl. 'What's the problem?' he asked me. I showed him the big long tear in the dress I had bought last month and said I wanted a refund. He asked me, 'How did this tear get here?' I told him it was none of his damn business how the tear got there, but when it happened it happened in public and it had caused me a great deal of embarrassment, if you know what I mean."
"How did the tear get there?" Susan asked, though not with any real interest. All she wanted was for Phyllis to get off this boring subject—or, better yet, just shut up completely.
"I got it caught in the door of my car at the mall last week. How was I supposed to know that the fabric was so cheap it couldn't survive a little yanking on?"
Why didn't you just open the door, you dimwit? Susan thought but did not say. Instead, she shook her head, expressing her own disgust at modern day seamtressing.
Phyllis nodded, confident that Susan was in total agreement with her. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The manager was a real prick—God forgive my language. He said that if the dress left the store undamaged, the store wasn't responsible for its replacement. So, I said to him—do you want to hear what I said to him?"
"Yes," Susan said, lying.
"I said to him—"
"I cheated on my husband last night," Susan suddenly blurted out. It was a desperate attempt to change the subject.
Phyllis stopped in mid-sentence. "What, darling? What did you say?"
"I said I cheated on my husband last night."
This information was a surprise to Phyllis and she didn't quite know how to respond to it. "You cheated on your husband? Really? For heaven's sake, why?"
Susan shrugged. "Because I was horny, why else? Howard was watching the football game and didn't want to be bothered by me. He hasn't been very interested in sex lately."
"I should consider that a blessing, dear."
Now it was Susan's turn to be surprised by Phyllis. "Oh? Why so?"
"Well, that's all my own husband seems to think about. Sex, sex, sex, all he ever wants is sex. Once, maybe twice a week, he gropes for me and I have to slap him away. His demands are driving me nuts."
"Don't you like sex?"
"Sex? Heaven's no! Disgusting ritual, sex. Women have no business enjoying it. My mother, God rest her soul, was right to warn me away from it. Yes, disgusting ritual, sex! You should feel fortunate to have a husband who doesn't want it."
"How many times a month do you have sex with Joe?" Susan asked, curious.
"A month, dear?" Phyllis laughed. "More like a year. I permit him to have sex with me just two times a year, both on specific dates known well in advance: my birthday and our wedding anniversary. This ensures that he remembers those days and remembers to get me a present. But I've made up my mind. Next anniversary, after he gives me the diamond necklace I've been hounding him about for years, I'm going to tell him no more sex—not on anniversaries, not on birthdays, not ever. I'm just plain sick of it. He'll just have to satisfy himself with looking at pictures in those girlie magazines he has and doing that thing he does with his hands—which he does too much of already, if you ask my opinion."
Susan felt anger rising within her. How dare this woman deny her husband sex? She was much, much worse than Howard, who at least enjoyed sex when he chose to have it, and he chose to have it a lot more than just two times a year.
She found her gaze wandering out the window to Joe, Phyllis's husband. The same age as Susan, he was a short man with average looks. He wasn't paunchy around the middle like Howard, but lean. He kept in good shape by performing all the chores his wife gave him to do, like trimming the hedges and weeding her garden. He had always seemed to her to be a miserable, forlorn sort of fellow, and now she had a sudden insight as to why. Looking at him closely, she noticed that he had the beginnings of a black eye.
Phyllis followed Susan's gaze and read the question in her mind. "Yes, the brute tried to have sex with me this morning. I woke up to find him in my room, touching my breasts. Boy, I clobbered him good! Seems it's his birthday today and he's expecting sex as his present. He took the day off from work to plead for it. I guess he just wants me to deliver my body to him on a silver platter, garnished with flowers from my garden. I told him I would think about it if he trimmed the hedges, but I'm afraid I've already made up my mind. 'No!' I'll say to him. That's why I came over here—to get away from the pervert."
The only pervert around here is you, Susan thought to herself. She wanted Phyllis out of her house immediately. She had always disliked her, but now she detested her. She could not believe that she had ever considered the woman a friend. She felt that if Phyllis uttered another negative word about sex to her, she would slap her. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her on how she could get rid of her friend without violence.
"I heard there is a shoe sale going on at Macy's today," Susan said. "Fifty-percent off."
Susan watched those magic words have their effect of Phyllis. Her eyes lit up with interest. "Really?" she asked. "Fifty-percent off?"
Susan nodded. "Yes, but it ends in a few hours."
Phyllis stood up immediately. She was in an almost religious state of excitement. "Well, I have to go down there! I'm sorely in need of new shoes. As it stands now, I'm down to my last thirty pairs, and all of those are scuffed on the bottom from walking around in them."
"I'll go down there with you," Susan volunteered, rising.
"No!" Phyllis shouted, pushing Susan back into her seat.
Susan had expected that reaction and smiled to herself. Phyllis believed that sales were meant only for her. Susan guessed that they were her substitution for sex and she could not tolerate the competition from other women.
"What I meant, dear," Phyllis went on in a softer tone of voice, realizing that she might have given offense, "is that they probably wouldn't have anything you'd like."
Susan shrugged. Of course, she had never been serious about her offer to accompany Phyllis. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Let me walk you to the door."
She got up to walk Phyllis to the door, but the other woman, clearly impatient, outpaced her. Phyllis opened the door herself and took off running for her car without saying or nodding good-bye. She jumped into her Miata, gunned the engine, shot backwards out of the driveway, and took off down the street. Susan smiled and waved to her from the doorway.
"Good riddance," she muttered under her breath.
Susan wasn't the only one watching Phyllis leave, she noticed. Joe, pausing in his work, had a devastated expression on his face as he watched his wife's car disappear around the corner. His hopes for sex had just come crashing down, she realized. Susan felt really sorry for him. Joe was very sweet and unselfish. All of the neighbors liked him because he fixed things for them. He deserved a much better woman than the one he had now.
Suddenly, a light came on inside her head. What if she were to give him that woman as a birthday present? Susan was not attracted to Joe, but she was not repulsed by him either. What she would do she would do as an act of charity. She enjoyed performing charity, and Susan thought it might make him happy to have her body for an afternoon. Because he had been so helpful to her over the years, she would let him do whatever he wished to it.
Smiling, she went upstairs to change her clothes.
A few minutes later, she opened the window to the upstairs bathroom and called down to Joe. "Hey, Joe!"
Joe didn't hear her above the noise of the hedge trimmer and kept right on working.
"Hey, Joe!"
This time he happened to look up and notice her. He turned off the hedge trimmer.
"Are you calling me, Mrs. Keller?"
Joe was so shy, he could never bring himself to call her by her first name.
"Yes," Susan said. "I'm trying to take a shower, but there's no hot water. I'm wondering if you can come up here and take a look at it."
"Okay," he said, eyes brightening. He was always eager to help other people. Susan guessed that it made him feel needed. "I'll be over there right away."
Susan went downstairs and opened the front door for him. Joe's eyes popped out of his skull when he saw her standing there. She wore nothing but a towel, a towel so short her nipples and pussy were barely concealed. Her long, gorgeous legs were prominently displayed.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Joe," she said to him. "My husband usually fixes things around here, but he's away at work right now. You're the only handyman I got."
Joe fought to control his reactions to her beautiful body. His dick was threatening to become hard, and if it did, that would be very embarrassing. "That's all right," he said in a strained voice. "I don't mind."
"Well, come on in. I'll show you up to the bathroom."
Susan turned around and preceded Joe up the stairs. As she climbed, she heard a strangled gasp coming from behind her. She smiled. Joe had no doubt noticed that she was not wearing anything underneath her towel. She could almost feel his eyes boring into her naked ass cheeks. Perhaps he could even see her pussy peeking out from between her legs as they slid past one another. That thought made her very hot.
They reached the landing and Susan led him into the bathroom. When she turned around, she saw that Joe was pale and shaking. If she didn't know any better, she might have assumed he was physically ill.
"What's the matter, Joe?"
Joe was aware that he was still looking at her shapely legs. He wrenched his eyes away, fearful that his thoughts were being read. "Nothing, nothing!" He wiped perspiration off his forehead. "Whew! Long climb up those stairs!"
"Yes," Susan agreed. Then she pointed to the shower. "Well, there it is."
"Ah, yes."
Still shaking, he moved to the shower and turned the spigot marked 'H'. Water erupted from the shower head. He held his hand in the stream, gauging the temperature.
"Oh, yes, this water is cold; it's definitely not hot. Not hot at all, no, no."
"What do you think it could be?"
"Well, it can be any number of things," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Yes, any number of things." He tried hard to think of any number of things. Suddenly, one came to mind. "Have you paid your gas bill?"
"Yes."
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, we have an electric water heater, so I know that's not the problem."
"Oh."
Joe was stumped. Though he was generally good at plumbing, he couldn't think of anything else that it could be. Susan's presence so close to him turned his mind into mush. Her nipples, he noticed, were now half-exposed. That caused his heart to skip a beat.
"There's hot water coming out of the other faucets," Susan volunteered.
That jarred loose an idea. "Oh, really? Where's your sub-main to the bathroom?"
"Sub-main? What's that?"
"Never mind. I think I can find it."
He went searching around the bathroom and found a metal plate on the wall behind the toilet. He removed the plate and looked inside.
"Aha!" he exclaimed. "Just as I thought! I've found the problem!"
"What, Joe? What is it?"
Joe pointed. "The hot water valve to your shower is turned off."
"Oh! But how could that happen, do you suppose?"
Joe paused to think. "Could your husband have turned it off?"
Susan thought a moment. "Yes!" she suddenly cried out. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. Howard was complaining about a water leak yesterday. He must have turned off the valve to stop the drip and forgot to tell me. Boy, Joe, you're so smart to have figured it out!"
He beamed. "You probably need a new washer in your faucet," he said, welcoming the chance to talk technical and seem even smarter. "It's always the washers from the hot water side that go bad first." Joe turned the hot water valve to the open position. "There, go feel the water."
She did. "It's hot, Joe. Beautifully hot. How can I ever repay you for all the things you do for me?"
Joe shrugged. He thought he had already been repaid back on those stairs.
Susan adjusted the temperature to suit her. Joe stood there smiling, proud of his skill and usefulness. And then Susan did something which completely stupefied him: right in front of him, she removed her towel and let it fall to the floor. Joe's jaw followed it all the way down. His eyes bugged out. Susan was now completely and gloriously naked right before his eyes. He was so stunned he could not have averted his gaze even if he had wanted to.
"Thank you, Joe. Now I can take my shower."
Joe could not speak. He was aware that his dick had suddenly sprang erect.
Susan, acting nonchalant about her nudity, stepped into the shower and got her body wet. She left the sliding glass door of the stall open. She pretended not to notice Joe, but she was secretly watching him out of the corner of her eye. The bulge in his pants was obvious. He was trying to hide it with his hands. Embarrassed, he started to back away. Susan, who had her seduction mapped out, had prepared for this move. Joe was really too shy to be expected to just suddenly take her in his arms and start fucking her.
"Wait, Joe."
Joe paused. "Yes."
"I forgot the soap. Can you hand it to me? It's right there, next to the sink."
She pointed. The movement of her arm caused her right breast to jiggle beautifully. Joe found the soap and brought it to her. He was painfully conscious of his erection and hoped Susan would not notice it.
"Thanks, Joe." Joe nodded. Susan worked the soap into a lather and began spreading it across her body. She smeared her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and pussy. She smeared her pussy good and long, causing her reddish brown pubic hairs to turn frothy white. Joe's erection was hitting the ceiling. He began to back away again, continuing to watch her. Susan watched him watching her. It appeared that he was still too shy to take the hint. When he reached the door, he began to close it behind him.
"Joe, stop!"
Joe froze. Her urgent voice had startled him. "What? What's wrong?"
"Come here."
"What?"
"You heard me. Come here."
Joe took a tentative step forward.
"Come on, come on, over here." She waved him over and pointed down at the spot right beside her shower door.
Slowly, he moved forward step by step until he stood where she indicated. He trembled from being so close to her nude body. Nervous perspiration soaked his entire face.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Susan took his hand and placed the bar of soap in it. "Do my back for me. Since you're here, I might as well make use of you, eh?"
She gave him a winsome smile and then turned around. For a long moment, she felt nothing, heard nothing except his heavy breathing. Then his shaking hand touched her back and Susan felt the bar of soap begin to glide across her silky skin. He made small circular motions, going up and down her spine. He was awkward at first, not quite believing that he was being allowed to touch this beautiful body, even only one small part of it, but when Susan offered no complaints, he gained confidence. His hand began to roam far and wide, moving all over Susan's back, from her neck and shoulder blades down to the base of her spine. Emboldened, he even went so far as to cop a quick feel of her buttocks. Susan shivered.
"Oh, Joe, that feels so good!"
And indeed it did. Despite the blistering heat of the water, chills ran up and down Susan's spine, and goose bumps appeared in her flesh. Joe was an average guy with average looks, but he was really stimulating her right now, which surprised her. His hands performed tactile feats on her skin. She felt a delicious anticipatory tingle develop in her cunt. She decided that she might enjoy this act of 'charity' after all.
"You really like it?" Joe asked.
"Yes."
Susan put both hands on the wall to brace herself and raised her left foot back towards him. "Do my foot now, okay? It's hard for me to do my own feet without toppling over in the shower."
"Okay."
Eagerly, Joe grabbed her ankle and began to rub the bar of soap over the sole of her foot. Susan's foot flinched from his hand.
"Oh, Joe, that tickles!"
"Sorry."
"That's okay. I like being tickled, but not too much. Just do it a little slower, okay?"
"Okay."
Joe did it slower. He liked massaging soap into her foot. Susan had such delicate, sexy feet. Taking liberties, Joe pulled her foot back so that it would be closer to him. Half of Susan's leg now extended out of the shower stall. As his hands worked on her foot, he admired the contours of her leg, just one of a gorgeous pair. Unconsciously, following the trail that his eyes blazed, his hand began to wander from her foot, moving upwards. Dropping the cumbersome bar of soap, he caressed her calves and lower thighs with his bare hands, marveling at how incredibly soft her skin felt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Susan murmured.
Joe still couldn't believe that he was really here in Susan's bathroom, touching her naked body. This had to be one of those erotic dreams he often had about her. If so, he wished he would never wake up from it.
Gripping her slender ankle, he lifted her leg up higher to expose her pussy. Susan had such a beautiful pussy, with pink, delicate folds that seemed willing to blossom like a flower on command. Her pubic hairs were soaked and trickled a steady stream of water. Joe's eyes became riveted. Oh, man, he wanted to fuck her! He lowered her leg again and purposely brushed her foot against his rock-hard cock.
Susan shuddered. Abruptly, she took her foot back and turned around. Joe quickly stepped backwards, afraid that what he had done would earn him another black eye. Strangely, though, Susan did not seem to be angry with him. She did not even seem to notice his erection, although it was glaringly obvious. Instead, there was concern in her voice as she spoke.
"Oh, Joe, you're all wet!"
Joe looked down at himself. The front of his shirt was completely drenched. He had received a good soaking from the water bouncing off Susan's body.
"Yes."
"Well, there's only one remedy for it."
Joe saw the look in her eyes, a look that all men, including near-virginal geeks like him, were programmed by mother nature to recognize from birth; he was almost afraid to ask this next question. "What's that?"
"Take off your clothes."
Joe's heart stopped beating. "Take off my clothes?"
"Yes, remove all of them. You're coming in the shower with me. You're sweating too, and I'm going to scrub you clean."
Joe hesitated.
"Go on, go on," Susan urged.
Joe was a guy who found it difficult to say no. He began to remove his clothes, moving with obvious reluctance. Despite his intense desire to fuck Susan, he was very shy about his body. He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and pants. Before removing his underwear, however, he modestly turned around. Susan admired his tight, muscular buns as they were revealed, but it was what was on the other side that she really wanted to see. But he seemed hesitant to expose that area.
"Turn around, Joe."
"No." He seemed suddenly frightened.
"Turn around, Joe."
"No. Please, no."
Susan wondered why he was so reluctant to show his penis. Was he hiding some grotesque deformity? If so, maybe that explained why Phyllis didn't like having sex with him. Still, there was only one way to answer the question.
"Joe, turn around!"
Joe closed his eyes and turned around. Susan saw his dick and gasped. It really was deformed, but not in a hideous way. Joe's cock was at least twelve inches long.
"Why, Joe, you're huge!"
"Yes," he sighed. Rather than being proud of his magnificent organ, Joe seemed curiously depressed. "This is the curse that has ruined my sex life."
Susan was incredulous at his mood. "Why do you say that?"
"Because my wife says that my penis is too big. She says that it hurts her when I put it in her. She says that if I ever divorced her, I would never find another wife again, because I'm such a freak."
"A freak!"
"Yes, a freak. My wife ... my wife calls me 'horse dick.'"
Susan laughed. She laughed until tears came out of her eyes. It was so funny. Then she saw the shamed look on Joe's face and forced herself to stop. She hastened to reassure him. "That's okay, darling, I'm not laughing at you. No real woman would dare laugh at you. I'm laughing at your wife. If I were you, I would take what she says as a compliment."
Joe looked at her in surprise. "You would?"
"Yes, you have a beautiful dick. Most women would kill to have a husband with a dick like yours. Women like big dicks. Don't listen to what your wife says. She has been lying to you."
Joe paused a moment to consider this news. "So, you like my penis?"
"I do. I do very much."
And, to prove that fact, Susan grabbed Joe by the cock and pulled him into the shower with her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed.
Susan sat down on her haunches and stared at his monstrous organ face to face. Holding it at the trunk, her thumb and forefinger could not even encompass its full width. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the bulbous purple head. Joe shuddered, stung by a sudden electrical discharge.
"Oh, Jesus!" he shouted, not in pain, but in intense physical pleasure. "You like that?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"Then you should like this more."
Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in. There was no way she could fit all of Joe's cock in her mouth, she knew, but she would try. She relaxed her throat muscles so as not to gag on his hard piece of meat. Shudders continued to rock Joe's body as Susan's lips slowly inched their way down his impossible length. Her small teeth grazed his skin as it slid past, tormenting his sensory system. By the time his head lodged in the back of her throat, she had swallowed fully eight inches of him, a respectable achievement for any female. Joe almost could not stand it.
"Oh," he moaned. "Ohhhhhh."
Susan sank her nails into his ass cheeks and began to pump him in earnest. Unlike other girls she once knew, she loved to give head. A big, warm cock was like candy melting in her mouth. In her younger years, as now, she could never get enough cock. Her propensity to give good head was a major factor in her ability to steal Howard from her main rival, Kathy Maiden. Kathy, as impossible as it seemed, was even prettier than Susan, but according to Howard, she was a dead fish in bed, distasteful of experimentation. Susan did not have to fake her enthusiasm for kinky-sex, especially for giving head. She once had an orgasm while doing it, unneedful of any other form of stimulation.
Compulsively, Joe gripped the back of Susan's head to facilitate his penetration of her mouth. He was adding his own small thrusts to her pumping actions, yet he was careful not to choke Susan. His moans were increasing in volume, a danger sign of imminent explosion. His shaft was now well-lubricated by Susan's saliva, which gushed forth as if her mouth was a second pussy. Her lips slipped over his taut skin easily. Faster and faster they went, reaching a frenzied tempo to match the need she felt rising in him. Much of the heat Susan felt coming from his dick was now generated by friction. The stimulation was too much for the poor man to bear. It appeared he was going to ejaculate prematurely.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!" he cried. "I'm cumming, Jesus, I'm cumming!"
Joe removed his cock and gushed thick streamers of white semen all over Susan's face and mouth. Delighted, she lapped up the hot liquid like a thirsty dog, swallowing it as fast as it came. She pumped his throbbing organ with one hand to encourage the discharge, directing it towards her hungry mouth. She loved the taste of cum. When his orgasm finally abated, she sucked the last drops out of his slit with her mouth and smacked her lips, well satisfied. Then they both settled back with a huge sigh.
"Oh, man, that was incredible!" Joe said. "I never dreamed that a blow job could be like that!"
"You've never had a blow job before?"
"No. I was a virgin until I met Phyllis, and she would never give me one. I had heard wonderful things about them, though."
Susan felt happy for him, but somewhat sorry for herself. Though she had enjoyed giving him head, he had cum sooner than she had expected. She really wanted to feel Joe's huge cock stuffing her pussy.
"I suppose you're tired now and want to go home," she said, sighing.
Joe looked at her very seriously. "Oh, no, Mrs. Keller! I want to fuck you in your pussy. Please let me fuck you in your pussy, okay? Just give me a second more to recover."
This was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Okay," she said.
Joe was true to his word. It literally took him only a second to recover. Susan was amazed at his stamina. Even Howard in his glory days did not have such a fast turnaround time. So great was his need that Joe took charge this time, banishing his shyness with her for all time. He pinned Susan up against the wall, kicked her legs apart, and stabbed his dick deep into her cunt.
"Oh!" she cried.
"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed.
He held it in there motionless while he absorbed her warmth. Now it was Susan's turn to endure sweet agony. His cock was like a hot poker in her cunt, hotter even than the scalding water which pelted them and drowned out all sounds of the outside world. Soothing heat spread throughout her body, terminating, ironically, in goose bumps at her nerve endings. She engulfed his throbbing manliness with spongy flesh that molded itself perfectly to his inflexible form. Fluid trickled down his pulsing veins to drip from his balls. Already, Susan's clit was aching furiously. She couldn't wait for that cock to start working its magic inside her.
"Go on, Joe, fuck me. Fuck me."
Joe delayed. He felt he didn't have enough leverage for a good fucking. He was almost a head shorter than Susan, who was tall for a female, and he wanted to bring her down to eye-level. He grabbed both her legs and forced her to wrap them around his waist. Guided by his hands on her fleshy buttocks, she sank downward upon his cock, groaning as his swollen head ground into the back of her long love canal. Now the only thing holding her up was Joe's cock and the friction of her back against the wet, slippery wall. She was impaled and at his mercy, a position which infused Joe with a deep sense of power, and her with a lusty yearning.
He kissed her passionately upon the lips. Those lips stuck fast to his, helped by powerful suction. Susan's tongue wormed its way into Joe's mouth and found his. The meeting sparked fireworks inside both yearning bodies. They shuddered in each other's arms, rocked by energies they could not control. Their moans were smothered by each other's lips.
Joe could not idle in her a moment longer. The irresistible force of nature now took control over his body. He backed up his cock and stabbed into her hard. The violent jolt caused their lips to disengage.
"Ah!" she cried.
"Jesus!" he muttered.
Joe gave a few more such powerful jabs and then found his rhythm, much to Susan's relief. That hard cock felt glorious inside her pussy, moving in and out of her relentlessly, greased by her sustained fragrant drippage. It rubbed her clit with delicious friction, generating delight, pounding out harmonious music on her overloaded nerves. Her heart beat frantically on the walls of her chest, stimulated by wild surges of electricity. She punctuated each of his hard thrusts with a truncated gasp, as if she could not breathe without such manual assistance. His cock was like a battering ram forcing open the pearly gates of her sexual nirvana. She abandoned her body to his will totally.
Joe's joy was overwhelming. He stared mesmerized at Susan's breasts, the nipples hard and pointing, as they bounced up and down in tune to his frantic pelvic movements. They were such beautiful breasts, belonging to a beautiful woman. He could still hardly believe that he had his dick inside such a warm, welcoming body. In bed at night, he often masturbated to an image of Susan in his mind, Susan who had the most sexy and exciting body he had ever seen. Now, he had her riding on his cock, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was enjoying herself! Yes, he just could not believe it. His dick was so swollen for her he thought his skin might split apart at any moment. His wildest dreams had never truly prepared him for the utter joy he now found in fucking Susan.
Susan's exhalations were coming much quicker. Some deep instinct inside Joe told him that she was on the verge of something spectacular. Not wanting to miss out himself, he increased the tempo of his assault, listening in satisfaction to the rising pitch of her voice.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!"
Susan let out a scream that could shatter glass. She arched her back as her orgasm suddenly struck, swift as a cobra. Her pussy grabbed the cock inside her and wrestled a climax out of Joe as well. He continued to pump her as hot jism spilled into her welcoming cavity. She twitched and shuddered on his impaling spear point, unable to control her body movements any longer. Such sweet pain coursed through her body! Joe's deep, prolonged groan joined her scream in a climactic harmony of ecstasy. Their movements reached a final, frenzied tempo as the physical sensations peaked inside them.
Such bliss!
Then it was over.
Exhausted, they slowly sank to the floor of the shower. Joe lay flat on his back with Susan on top of him, sitting astride his midsection, head drooping. Their feverish, blotchy bodies were pelted by pellets of water now gone icy cold. Joe's cock still throbbed inside Susan's warm pussy. Like sword and sheath, he felt it belonged in there and did not ever want to remove it.
Tiredly, he brushed aside Susan's long curtain of auburn hair and felt her wet, swollen breasts. He had not had a chance to feel them before, and he did not know if he'd ever get another chance again. Her nipples, he found, were hard and pointed, so unlike his wife's nipples just after sex, which remained soft and flat. Susan took his hands in her own and pressed them tightly to her soft, warm mounds, squashing them, letting him feel her heart thumping against her chest walls. She lifted her head and smiled down at him.
"Well, happy birthday," she said. "Did you like your present?"
Joe nodded. He liked it very much indeed.