Susan Dorn, like a lot of high school girls, was very confused about life. Her Dad had left her Mom when she was a junior. At first, her Mom was despondent. She had a routine job at "Davis Electric." Then, all at once, Susan noticed that her mother was making a lot more money. She mentioned a promotion. She heard her mother speak of Al Davis, the owner, when chatting on the phone to aunt Betty. It was in March of her senior year that she discovered just why things were going so well.
Susan was dismissed from school at 11:00 AM because of teacher conferences. She had forgotten to tell her Mom that she would be home early. When she got home, Mr. Davis' Mercury was in the drive. Susan did not care much for Mr. Davis, because of the way he leered at her when he saw her. So, she quietly went in the back door, and tip-toed up the stairs, since she thought that her Mom and Mr. Davis would be talking in the living room.
As she neared her Mom's bedroom door, she heard her Mom, Wendy moaning. She peeked into the door. Her Mom was on her back, with Mr. Davis' head between her legs, bobbing up and down. It took a moment for her to realize that he was running his tongue up and down her mother's privates. Susan's hand flew to her mouth to stifle any sound as her mouth flew open in amazement.
As she watched, her mother's hips begin to thrust up and down. "Ready for me, Wendy?" She heard Davis say as he got on his knees.
Her mother's eyes were closed, her mouth was open, panting, as she turned her head from side to side. Susan say this chunk of meat in his hand. He guided it to the entrance of her mother's cunt. As he lowered himself onto her, he seemed to cover her whole body. His ass shot forward, pounding his cock into Susan's mother.
Susan opened the door a little more to get a better look, with her hand still over her mouth. Her mother's breasts were sliding up and down. The cheeks of her ass were waving from the impacts. Her Mom was saying over and over, "Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh."
Susan could not believe the size of a man's cock, even though Davis' was just average. She snuck out of the house. When Susan returned just after 1:00 PM both her mother, and Mr. Davis were gone.
Sitting on her bed naked, she used a mirror to see her vagina lips. Carefully, she opened them, and slid her index finger into her pussy. It was tight. She stared at her finger. Mr. Davis' cock was three times as thick as her finger. She took a ruler to measure how deep she was. If she pushed more then six inches in, it hurt. It was very confusing. Her mother did not seem to be in any pain. The best she could tell, her mother wanted Mr. Davis to fuck her as hard as he could.
As time went on, Mr. Davis begin to stop at the house at night. Her Mother and he would go to the bed room. Susan could hear the bed bumping the wall.
Right after she graduated, she came home one day to find Mr. Davis there alone. He came up behind her. "Your getting to be a real big girl now, Susan."
Susan just turned and looked at him. He continued, "I could really make it worth your while if you came to work for me. I can be very friendly." With that he reached out to grab her. He pulled her to him, as his hand found her breast. His mouth found her lips. She reached to defend her breast. He unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring out. He lifted her left leg, as he backed her against the wall. Her panties were pushed aside. His cock was at the entrance to her most private parts. She was able to push him away. She jumped into her car and drove away.
Susan had nowhere to go. She stopped at a park to try to decide what to do. She remembered that Liz Borden, one of the women she worked with at Sears, had posted a note that she was looking for a roommate. She knew that Liz was working. She wondered if Liz would be interested in having her live with her. Susan was eighteen, whereas Liz was a divorced thirty-two year old woman, with a reputation of a party girl who moved with a fast crowd.
When she mentioned it to Liz, Liz said, "Let's go outside. I'll take a smoke break, and we can discuss if we would get along. Liz, lit her cigarette. After two deep draws on it, she studied Susan for a few seconds.
Looking out towards the parking lot, she said, "My place is a nice two bedroom. I date a lot. I was married to a guy that never took me anywhere. Then, the son-of-a-bitch left me for another woman. So, I'm getting my own way now. I date guys, either married or single, that want to drive to Boston or New York to take in the shows, raves, concerts, or whatever. I won't let one man tie me up as his woman. If you move in, it is with the understanding that you will date guys in my crowd, and not be a wet blanket."
The wind picked up. Rain was falling. Susan was trying to understand what Liz had just told her. She blurted out, "Liz, why do the men keep coming back to take you to all these places, if you won't go steady with them?"
Liz took another deep drag. She smiled a knowing, woman's smile as she said, "That is a good question. I'm glad that you asked that. These are men, not boys. They come back because I have three things that they want to play with, very badly. I let them play with them as much as they want."
Susan blushed a deep red. Liz smiled. "Susan, you have been with a man, haven't you?"
"No."
Liz laughed, then softly whistled. "With a body like yours, I'm surprised that you made it past fourteen. Honey, the men are going to like you. When are you moving in?"
"Is tomorrow okay?"
"Sure, I have a date for Friday night, I will set a date with you with Jordan Van Gate. Just the guy for you. Big party. You will have a good time. Jordan can dance like a fool."
Her mother was sorry to see her move out, but understood that Al Davis would pester her to fuck him if she stayed.
Friday came. Susan was very nervous. Jordan arrived, with Billy Johnson, Liz's date. He was six foot tall, stocky, and very nice looking. At thirty-five, he was much older then any man, except her teachers in school, that she had ever been close to.
Liz knocked on her bed room door just before they were to leave. "Can I come in?"
"Sure, just putting on my perfume."
Whispering, Liz said, "Look, I want you to make a good impression on these guys. If you do, and the word gets around, you will have all the action you can handle, plus guys will be wanting to marry you. Rich guys."
Startled, Susan asked, "What do you mean? What should I do?"
"Take off that old ladies bra. Take off your panties. When Jordan starts feeling you up, let him do what ever he wants." As she said that, she unzipped Susan's dress. What Susan was not told was the conversation between Jordan and Liz to set up the date.
Liz had dated Jordan on and off. She had fucked him many times. The phone call went like this. "Hi Jordan. Liz here."
"How is my favorite woman?"
"Just fine, Jordan. Look, I need a man to date my new room mate this Friday. If your interested, you could double with Billy Johnson and I."
"Love to, Liz. What is the scoop on the girl?"
After a low sultry laugh, Liz continued, "You are going to love this. She is twenty years old. (Liz lied about her age.) Very innocent."
"Liz, are you setting me up with a dog? Twenty? Innocent?"
"Jordan, do you think that I would have a dog stay at my place? She is five foot, three inches. She weights, say, one hundred and forty. She had red hair, freckles, blue eyes, a little nose, and more tits then you deserve."
"How innocent is innocent? You know that I love play time."
"Okay, Jordan. Look, she is a virgin. I want you to pull that stunt that you did the first time with me."
"You mean the pretend to fall asleep on the sofa thing where I get in your bed while you get ready for bed in the bathroom. Then you find me in your bed when you crawl into it."
"You got it."
"Your wish is my command."
When Liz and Susan appeared, Jordan thought that he would cum in his pants. He actually trembled at the thought of mounting her.
During the first dance, Jordan slid his hand up under her arm so that he rubbed the side of her left breast. It was easy to tell that she was braless.
He let his hand slid down her ass. No panties either. Her velvet black dress hid nothing. Her milky white breasts were clearly visible down the front.
Susan knew that she was being felt up. It seemed as she looked around that all the women were being felt up too. The drink of the night was champagne. Susan had never had any before. It tasted very good, so she drank it by the milk glass.
With a drunk grin she sat down. Jordan, noting that Billy had left Liz to chat with some men in the den, went over to ask Liz to dance. Liz was very drunk. "So, how are you doing with your toy," she inquired.
"Just fine," Jordan answered as his hand cupped the bottom of Liz's breast. He had played with these tits many times before. His cock got rock hard. As the dance ended, he steered Liz to the rear deck, which had a day bed on it. She did not resist as he lowered her onto her back.
Her cunt, as he suspected, was unprotected, when he lifted her dress. He pulled his cock from his pants. Holding it at its base, he slapped her pussy four times with it. Then in one swift move buried himself into her up to the balls, all seven inches. His first fifteen thrusts were almost vicious in their force. Jordan liked to pound into a woman, while he mashed both her tits, kneading them, pawing them. Susan, now alone, got up to pee. Jim Wheeler saw her stagger to the bathroom. As she came out, Jim came up behind her. He took her left hand, and placed his right around her waist. He steered her to the staircase, then to the master bedroom. Once inside, he lay her on the bed, locked the door, and turned to see her propped up on her elbows with a confused look on her face.
Another guy that wants to feel me up. Play with me, as Liz would say. In her confused state, she thought that this man would lower her dress, kiss her, maybe even finger her pussy. Well, let him play all he wants, she thought, as she lay back with her arms outstretched above her head.
