Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 11:35:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Surprising Susan Part 5 Surprising Susan (part 5) Many CDs turn into sluts, just used by horny men, but Susan meets a man with something else in mind. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– The next day I arrived at Susan's as planned, and brought a cold bottle of Chardonnay with me. Susan greeted me and put the wine in the refrigerator. She had already started dinner and pulled up a stool for me to sit on so we could talk while she made the chicken piccata. Susan told me that she had been taking estrogen for two years, and finally had started to see results. "Do you take them under a doctor's care?" I asked. "No, that's too expensive," she replied, "I get them on the internet." "That can be dangerous, Susan dear," I protested, "It can lead to kidney failure and death!" "I know about that," assured Susan, "But I take a lower than normal dose, so it is safe, but has taken longer to act." "I just want you to be safe," I said, "I'm expecting to have you for a good long time!" Dinner was almost ready and Susan asked me to open the wine. I uncorked it and set it on the counter to breathe a bit, and then poured two glasses. Susan proved to be an excellent cook, and the chicken piccata was wonderful. After dinner I refilled our wine glasses and we retired to the couch, where we intermixed conversation with kissing. I put my hand on one of Susan's breasts, not sure if I was feeling the real thing or a breast form. She sighed and told me it felt really nice and I said it would be nicer on bare skin. Susan unbuttoned her blouse and told me to unhook her bra – that was a guy's duty, after all. I unhooked her and the bra fell away. There were breast forms in the cups, but Susan was definitely not flat chested. "I'm not very big," she said, apologizing. I opened her blouse to get a good look and saw two perfectly formed B size breasts. "Those are perfect!" I said, "and they look wonderful on you!" "Really?" she asked, "I thought guys always wanted big breasts." "Some do," I agreed, "But I prefer your perfect size to some big floppy bazookas!" I placed my hand on her breast and said, "See – it fits perfectly!" "I think you've got a good line of bull," she said, "but keep it up – I like it!" "Susan dear," I said, "I mean this sincerely – you can wear any size breast form to look the way you want in public, but in private I like you completely natural – like this." "What about breast implants?" she asked. "It's your body," I said, "but if you want my opinion, there is no reason to cut on those pretty titties, when they are just right already!" "Keep at it, and you might convince me," she said, "it sure sounds good to me!" Susan asked if I could stay the night and I eagerly agreed. It was getting late, so we shut off the lights and she led me to the bedroom where we undressed each other. I positioned Susan on the bed and rimmed her as she squirmed with delight. I rolled her onto her back and lubed my fingers and probed her deeply. We kissed as I continued to finger her. I withdrew and took out a condom. "You don't need that," she said, "All the other guys do me bareback." "Well I'm not all the other guys," I said, "I've been with others and don't want to expose you to risk." Susan protested but I was unmovable. I rolled the condom on and put lube on myself and Susan. I stood next to the bed and pulled Susan to the edge of the bed. With her legs on my chest and feet on my shoulders I gently pressed into her. I went slowly to be gentle. "Is something wrong?" she asked, "Can't you get in?" "I'm taking it slow so I don't hurt you," I said. I slipped in and enjoyed the lovely smile on Susan's face. "You did that without any pain at all!" she said with surprise. "Maybe I'm not as big as the other guys," I said. "You are plenty big!" Susan assured me, "just really gentle – I love the way it feels!" Smiling, I began to slide in and out as my fingers gently squeezed her nipples. Susan nearly purred as her nipples hardened – I loved the dreamy look on her face. It felt wonderful to feel her warm grip on me, but the look of bliss on her face was the very best. Susan's clitty was responding as well, and bounced against her belly as I stroked. I put a little lube in my palm and took her clitty into my hand, massaging it with the lube while stroking her. Soon Susan climaxed, shooting onto her belly. I felt her rosebud pulsing around me and took the opportunity to reach climax myself. I just held her legs against my chest as we both caught our breath. I pulled out and told Susan to remain there. I put her feet flat on the bed with her knees up, and went to the bathroom, threw the condom into the toilet and returned with a warm wet washcloth. I cleaned Susan off, first in front, then in back, and returned the washcloth to the bathroom. I came back to bed, shut the light out and climbed in. I rolled Susan to her side and lay together in spooning position, with her warm buns against me and my arm around her, hand gently holding one of her perfect breasts. We drifted off to sleep. In the morning Susan awoke and greeted me. "My climax last night was different than the others," she said. "In what way?" I asked. "I usually had guilt feelings after I would cum," she said, "but not last night. It just felt so wonderful and seemed so right." "It certainly seemed right to me!" I agreed. "The way you cared for me was wonderful!" she added, "nobody ever wiped my behind like that before!" "Well, I helped you get dirty," I said, "So it's only right that I clean you up." "Nobody ever fucked me like you did," she said, "It was so tender and caring – most guys are just in a hurry to finish." "I prefer not to call it fucking," I said, "that is something that someone does to you. Last night was wonderfully shared pleasure – to me it is love making." "Bill, I want to make love to you over and over!" Susan declared. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org