Chapter 3: Fulfillment

After leaving Keith's office, Susan spent the afternoon piddling away the day with Debbie. If Deb was embarrassed about watching Keith and her that morning it certainly didn't show. Sue highly suspected and desperately hoped that Debbie didn't know she had seen her. What she knew for absolute certain was Debbie liked to watch.

Of course Susan had no idea that she had already been the center of Debbie's attention the evening before when she had unwittingly played the starring role in the hot tub episode in what was, for all practical purposes, a private show bought and paid for Debbie's erotic pleasure.

What was even more a surprise to Susan at the moment was her own lack of concern about the fact that she and Keith had been caught in action. She was shocked that it didn't bother her more. In her little warped world she was living right then it seemed to only enhance the excitement. Had her morals taken that much of a low road for the moment?

Instead, everything that had happened earlier that day was not only vivid in her mind but was still leaving her tingling. It seemed that her hand was down between her legs every chance she got when she thought she was not being observed and that was plenty with Debbie sending her in and out of dressing rooms all afternoon.

"Try this on."

"Try that on."

"You don't want to look like an old lady when you interview. Let'm see some boobs!"

With the sexually tainted style of clothing Debbie was suggesting you would have thought she was going to interview as a hooker, not a teacher. Debbie read her mind.

"Don't think for a minute that those principals in the hiring interviews aren't going to pay more attention to your body than your resume. You may be a bit naïve, Susan, but you can't afford to be stupid!"

Susan knew deep down she was right. Even though the few outfits that Debbie selected for her as graduation gifts were professional they were also downright sultry. One dress in particular was outright sexy. Short, low cut ... it left her more exposed than a bad cake! She would never have chosen it but Debbie insisted on it.

She had no idea Debbie was dressing her for a special job interview.

Susan liked them! It didn't hurt the thought process any that her thong was soaking wet and didn't seem to be in any great danger of becoming dry. As she nodded and said things Debbie wanted to hear as she spent tons of money, her mind was actually locked in on what Keith had said that morning.

She remembered him talking her into staying another day and making references about "showing her something magic" and "experiencing something really great", but she was at a loss and wondering how this was going to sit with Colin. She had been in the throes of orgasm when she had agreed to stay and now wished she could take it back. Hopefully, Colin would pull her out of this. They were already days late getting back to Dallas. She would love to leave that very night!

No luck! Or actually, nothing was being left to luck. Not with a sweet morsel such as Susan on the line ... baited, fully hooked, and waiting only to be landed.

Susan got a call from Colin telling them that he was deep inside a very promising interview and the meeting would involve a dinner with the owner that would take him well into the night with another interview the next day. Colin was wondering if it was okay to spend another night.

Susan paled at her situation but agreed to stay. After all, his job interview was much, much more important than the twisted mess into which she had gotten herself involved.

At the moment she had no idea that Colin's extended "job interview" was just another arrangement between Debbie and a friend, a ruse intended to free up the evening for a special anticipated activity. Unknown to either Colin or Susan, Colin was walking into an interview that had, at the least, been padded by a phone call from Debbie prior to Colin walking in the door.

With Colin out of the way, Keith suggested the three of them meet for an early evening dinner and Debbie locked them in. She wanted to eat at her favorite Chinese place which was not too far from home. They didn't even bother to go home before meeting Keith. The meal was as good as promised, but the most interesting part was the times when Susan was sure Keith had his hands on Debbie under the table. Deb would go quiet for a few minutes and would rock gently in the booth beside him, her eyes appearing to glaze.

As soon as they got home a series of events began, making it an evening she was not likely to ever forget. Susan could tell by Debbie's voice that she was not totally recovered from the scene at the restaurant and Keith still had a bulge in his pants when he walked in the door. They made an immediate excuse that allowed them to go to their room. Before doing so Keith came up behind Sue, slipped one arm around her to cup her breast, and slid his other down to just above her knees, slowly coming back up her leg, pulling her short skirt up with it.

Her body and mind tensed.

"You will follow my directions without question tonight."

Her lack of response was unacceptable.

"Go with me tonight, Susan. I'll take you where you've never been."

His hands pinched her nipple and went under her thong to find her stiffened clit hidden in the gushing dampness. Neither had subsided since their mid day rendezvous. Susan had no power to say no, so she just nodded slowly and quietly.

"It's very important that you watch something. Be very quiet and enjoy." With that, he reached down and took her thong off, hiding it under a sofa cushion.

"These will only be in our way." Susan didn't miss the 'Our."

He guided her toward his bedroom, holding her hand. Motioning her to stay in the hall, he quietly entered his room, leaving a sizeable gap open with the door.

Debbie came out shortly and approached the end of the bed totally nude, apparently just coming out of the shower. She was appreciative when he gathered her up in his arms and gave her a long kiss, then turned her around so he could take her breasts in each hand. When his right hand dropped down between her legs and gave out a low whistle, she laughed.

"Yes, it's wet. All of this is exciting me almost as much as she is you. Have you had this hard on all day?" The hidden Susan knew the answer and so did she. He didn't lie, admitting it had been with him ever since Sue came into his office that morning.

Losing no time, he slipped his clothes off and lay back on the bed at an angle so that by looking to his left he could clearly see Susan and she could easily see everything, including Debbie's face. Protruding from Keith was that massive tool, sticking obscenely up in the air. When he held his hands up to guide her to mount him Sue was surprised that the look she saw on her face was more apprehension than anticipation.

She had been there before and obviously knew the perils of accepting him inside her. No matter how many times she had done it, each new episode was always an adventure. He reached between her legs and started rubbing her as she began the mount, maybe trying to manufacture as much lubrication as possible.

Slowly, it all unfolded in front of the partially hidden Susan.

Bent on her knees, Debbie took it in her hand and guided it between her legs. A slow rocking session began, barely visible at first, as she readied herself for the entry. Keith was watching her face closely and with his left hand slowly motioned for Sue to open the door wider so he could see her. She did so, amazed that all this was coming so natural for her now, with all sense of being caught swept aside by her voyeuristic side. She watched as Debbie was sliding him up and down her wet channel, lubricating him to the max.

Finally, she poised for just a second as she guided him into her then slowly started pressing down, accepting the leading edge of the head into her. Sue was fascinated with the scene. Within minutes her mouth was open and her face becoming contorted. Her hands slowly went down, the left pulling up her skirt above her waist and her right finding her clit in all that slippery dew. Keith was sharing his attention between Debbie's face and her, evidently torn between what was hotter.

Susan's vote went to Debbie. By now she had accepted the head and was slowly moving down the shaft and her groans that were getting louder and, Sue realized, not particularly in pleasure. An occasional grimace on Deb's face told Susan this was uncomfortable if not without pain.

Her appreciation of both of them increased dramatically as she watched them work together. As she provided a side show for him, Keith started a slow upward movement with his hips, impaling Deb a little deeper than she would might have gone at the time. Each time he did it, they were rewarded with a low, almost painful groan from her. He would look at Sue as if to say, "I told you it would be exciting."

Her hands were moving with fast steady strokes by then, not paying any thought of getting caught. Her legs were becoming Jell-O, hardly able to hold the weight of her swaying body. Days, even hours, before she would have never thought voyeurism could be so provocative, so exciting. Before now, it had been a dirty word.

Their experience at working together started to show as Debbie's movements and sounds took on a different tone. The slow strokes started to pick up speed and a tiny smile started to creep onto her face. Sue could see there was a lot of him left for her to take, even from where she was watching, but Debbie was changing tactics and the rhythm picked up speed a she went down a little further each time.

Her groans turned to moans and he began to join her with his mutterings. Sue know that she was right there with them, having to suppress any noise but continuing with her busy fingers. She had to lean against lean against the doorframe to steady her quivering legs, undeterred by the fleeting thought that she was even more exposed to Debbie. She could have easily seen her.

But she didn't. Debbie was making sure of that. Just as with the few incidents in the past few days that had been staged, so was this show. This was no fluke. It was a well planned and executed demonstration to arouse the new bride to a fever pitch, to make her resolve so weak there was no possible way she would shun the advances that were sure to follow.

A hard driving cock brought Debbie's thoughts back to her own situation. Suddenly, with no visibly long build-up, she suddenly threw her head back, moaned real loud, and started to come. When she did, she threw herself without mercy on his cock, impaling it all the way to the hilt as she bounced on top, swinging her head about as she continued. It wasn't quick. She came for a long time. It became too much for Keith and when he came with a series of grunts it took Susan over, too, jerking around and sliding down and away from the door as her weak legs deserted her.

In the bedroom, Keith whispered his appreciation to Debbie as she slowed down and eventually came to a full stop. Recognizing their decline, Sue pulled the door nearly shut and stepped back, feeling the terror again of getting caught. Inside, the couple had began a quiet conversation. Susan didn't want to stick around.

She quickly went out by the pool. A few minutes later Keith found her, without hesitation gathering her in his arms and kissing her deeply. As he slid his hand between her legs, he let out an appreciative "wow' and simply said, "That was only an appetizer. The best is yet to come!"

Debbie came out twenty minutes later, walking gingerly out to the pool with a slight rolling of her hips broadcasting her recent sex. Any man would have picked up on it. Sue had a new appreciation for her and now wondered where she stood in comparison to her. They spoke for a short while before Debbie asked if Sue would be terribly upset if she had to leave for a while. She had a previously planned engagement that she had almost forgotten.

She was no sooner out the door when Keith asked the stunned Susan to go put on the green negligee that he had bought her in Paris.

It was time the to say "No."

This had gone way too far already and, wet pussy or not, it was up to her to put an end to it.

She would have, too, if she hadn't been so sexually saturated, so mesmerized by the days events that all thoughts were guided from between her legs.

And that cock! My god, she still couldn't completely comprehend that it was a reality.

In her frame of mind she made the only decision that seemed even remotely viable.

As soon as she stood up from the couch to give in to his request, Keith knew right then that he was in total control ... that she would do anything he asked. Now, it was just a matter of how far reaching, how imaginative his actions could take them.

She had nodded numbly, went to their room, and dug it out from where she had hidden it and put it on. She had to admit his taste was good. It looked really nice, being a very thin, almost gauze like light green material that tied together several times down the front with some little ribbon ties. Underneath was a very abbreviated transparent bra and thong that was of a darker green color.

When she came out, his eyes told her all she needed to know about his approval. Leading her, he had her sit down at one end of a small couch and he took the other end.

Instead of touching her, she was taken by surprise when he began to just talk. But that was where the two of them were at the time. She was totally infatuated with the man. He knew it and was now wanting to dominate rather than just seduce.

This was going to be fun.

"I know that the past couple of weeks have taken you totally out of your known world, and that I have taken advantage of you. What you need to know is that you have telegraphed sensuality ever since we've met. I'm sure I'm not the only man to pick up on it and won't be the last. I'm just the one that took a chance and moved on it. You've proven to me that, without a doubt, I was right."

"Susan Rogers, you want my cock in the worse way."

Susan blanched under the bold statement. It was bad enough that it was stated so bluntly. It was even worse that it was true. And they both knew it.

"I wanted you to watch Debbie and I tonight to show you something."

He spoke. Susan listened.

"The reason that I wanted you to watch is to let you know that sex with me is not easy, but when it works it is something that you will never experience with another man, no matter how much you love or want him. The other reason is I wanted you to see how attracted I am to you and how much you excite me. I intentionally had Debbie drain me so that we can start new. It will allow me to stay hard for you for a long time."

There was a quiver between her legs as he spoke softly. She wasn't too sure if it was from his honest outpouring, anticipation, or fear!

What was she suppose to do? Nod in agreement? Say "wow?" She remained silent and stared straight at his eyes.

Then he just quietly looked at her and said, "So, are you willing? Do you want me as bad as I think you do and as badly as I want you? I don't want you to feel forced."

Her prolonged silence must have been answer enough.

He slid over next to her and started kissing her as his hands ran over her body. He made nice comments about how sexy she was in that outfit and it was too bad he would not get to see them all. He stood up and took off his clothes and sat back down on the other end of the couch, lifting his right leg up over the back of the couch and dropping his other on the floor, leaving him extremely exposed, his cock hanging like a huge hose between his legs.

He spoke to her like a teacher speaking to a student.

"The first thing I want is for you to know how much I want you and how excited I get by being with you. I want you to start touching yourself, starting high at first then follow your instincts. We won't touch each other during this time. I want you to watch what happens."

He casually lay back against the arm of the couch and waited. She had no idea that he was holding his breath, hoping that the assuring façade he openly presented was not giving away the frailness of it all. For all his confidence, this was a "make or break."

It was an extremely awkward moment. He held his breath, thinking he had taken it too far.

Susan hesitated. This was all so bazaar, so totally surreal. My God, she was a newlywed, barely out of the ceremony!

If she hadn't already been sexually saturated from the past weeks, hadn't been riding this sensuous crescent, there was no way she would have been able to comply. But that was not the case. The current atmosphere, her present frame of mind, wasn't Susan Rogers the dedicated newlywed. Instead, it was Susan Rogers the sexually saturated and anticipating woman.

She moved her hands to her breasts and slowly caressed her nipples.

Any inhibitions she should have had deserted her. She felt like she was in one of those strip clubs, doing a private dance for him with the anticipated payoff not being bills stuck in her thong, but that massive cock driving into her pussy. After a few minutes she felt herself moving with her own touch, closing her eyes at times and staring deep into his at others. He never took his eyes from her, appreciating every move. Her fingers went from swollen nipples to slowly untying the little ribbons in front. She seemed to be frozen in slow motion, feeling no desire to hurry her show. After about five minutes, she watched him slowly start to grow.

As if she weren't already totally saturated with her situation, what she was about to witness totally submersed her, body and soul.

He kept his hands behind his head at all times, never touching himself. His eyes were closed slightly and his breathing heavy as he watched her. Slowly, his penis started to move slightly as if coming out of a sleep. By then she had her top wide open, her rigid nipples protruding fully through the nothing bra, and her hands had began a southern migration down to the top of the transparent thong.

As she watched him and started her delicious decent into depravity, she had no idea of the depths she would reach. If there had ever been a turning around point, she had obviously missed it. She was in an unintended sexual freefall with no desire to stop.

She also missed Debbie standing just outside the room, lurking quietly in the darkness as a witness to Susan's total debauchery. Tonight, she would stay a hidden witness. She knew full well that she would experience the same orgasms that they would enjoy. But mostly she was there to record the event.

Oh, yes, Susan. Both Keith and Debbie knew these would be Kodak moments. The two digital cameras with additional memory cards that were lying on the table beside Debbie would ensure that!

Inside, Susan watched in awe. Or fear. Or anticipation.

In slow motion, his cock slowly lumbered to life. He was not circumcised, so the head was still partly hooded as she could see it turn purple and start to swell. Her fingers slowly tantalized her clit as she observed this amazing development before her. His progress was as excruciatingly slow as it was erotic. Watching his face was almost as great a turn on as watching him get hard. She was moving fast and knew she was going to have an orgasm any time, possibly spoiling everything.

As if on cue, he quietly said with a raspy voice, "Take your panties off so I can see inside you."

What a request! He wanted to see up her exposed pussy?

It was so raw, so vulgar. So demanding.

So exciting!! It almost pushed her over the top.

Her thong was already down low from her invading hand, but she slipped them down and off, leaving them dangling on one foot. Her fingers migrated back to unfinished business, wanting to quench the fire. He froze her in place. He had no intention of hurrying this. It would most certainly be a one shot night.

"Use your fingers to open yourself up. I want to see your clit."

Susan moaned. Where was that little word. Could "no!" be all that far away from her mouth?

Instead she barely hesitated, using both hands to open herself wide for his pleasure, exposing the bundle of nerves that she knew had grown stiff and slipped out of it's little protective hood. He let out a small moan and he grew even more. By this time he was sticking well up into the air, about half way hard. The head had pushed the foreskin almost all the way down and Susan could see a little droplet coming out of the eye of what was becoming a St Bernard head. He continued to keep his hands tucked under his head, which even the inexperience bride knew had to be a real test of his patience.

Keith, the experienced cock, now had total control. He knew it!

Susan Rogers, that shy newlywed, did not have any control at all. She knew it!

She lacked his patience and being on the edge of orgasm, reached for herself again.

"Not yet," he coaxed.

"Make yourself wait."

The new wife groaned with disappointment but followed his lead. Here they were, just propped up on their backs, taking an up close and personal view of each other's genitals. She would never have put that high on her list of erotic notions, but in reality it was unbelievable!

She continued to hold herself wide for him, trying not to block his view as she squirmed in the seat, grinding her legs together then opening them wide. Her ass was in constant motion, grinding small circles and pumping up and down.

At last, he told her to continue.

"Go ahead," he said softly. Thankfully, it came out more of an invitation that an order.

Her fingers flew to her clit like a magnet, furiously trying to quiet the rage. It didn't take long as she found the intense pressure and speed too much, exploding in a climax for him that no longer had to be subdued. She wailed and wailed in front of him as she gushed, her hips thrashing off the couch as her feet dug in.

She could see his reaction through her gyrations as he was bucking back and forth and making strange sounds. His cock was at full staff, huge and menacing as it stood in a huge curve. The purple head was monstrous when totally unsheathed, dripping and wet. Her mouth hung open, her pussy liquid as she savored the moment.

From a distance he was large. Up close, he was incredibly massive. Mother never told her about this!!

Finally, relief came when he slowly stood up, kneeled down on the floor right beside her, took her hands from her and placed her right hand on his shaft. One of his hands went to her breast, the other replacing her fingers inside of her. Instead of teasing her clit, though, he slid two fingers deep inside her, and then curled them back towards the front. The impact was immediate and devastating. So THAT was where the g-spot was! She gasped and grasped him harder as she responded to his touch.

God, the man was huge!

"Do you like it?"

It jolted her. It was so raw, so unladylike. She mumbled something. He was not satisfied.

"Do you like it?" He looked at her with the question.

"Yes," was the soft answer.

"Do you think you can take it?"

A long hesitation. She knew she was in a bad situation. Anything but the truth seemed ridiculous at the time.

"I don't know," was the best she could do. It really scared her now that she realized her hand could hardly handle the full girth. The length was an entirely different thing altogether. She had been astounded with the size before but not apprehensive as she was now, knowing that she was moments away from allowing him to enter her with that club.

He pushed her little top up and started kissing her breasts. He increased the pressure and speed inside of her with his hand, then shocked her with some questions. She had thought at that point that she was past shock.

"Do you like to suck Colin?" He asked.

She hesitated before answering "yes." It was a bit silly to try to hide something like that at this stage.

Keith was totally confident of the situation. Susan Rogers was going nowhere except to a bed. Now was the time to get pushy.

"How about Blake and Blain?" he teased.

She looked at him in surprise and emphatically said "no." Where ever did he get such an idea?

"I was just asking. I know they are all close." After a few more seconds with his fingers tormenting her, he leaned closer. This was adding a little bit of fun to what was such a perfect situation.

"Have they ever felt you up"?

She wondered if he noticed the hesitation when she lied and said "no."

"Um-m-m." He waited just a minute. Wasn't it odd. After all that had already happened, even with his fingers buried in her, he knew she was uncomfortable telling a little lie.

"They've never tried to make a pass at you"? His hands came out of her, lifting one of her legs up over his shoulder. He took both her hands in his and buried his face in her slushy crotch, his mouth and tongue finding the swollen clit. When her body arched forward with the sudden sensation, he spoke again.

"They've never touched you?" He wasn't going to let it go.

"One time Blake did," she finally sighed. Her quivering clit was making her admit more than she would have at another time.

"What happened?"

"He caught me by surprise one night and touched me under my dress."

"Touched you where?"

"He brushed me with his fingers for just a second."

"Brushed where?"

Susan turned her head. How far would he take her into depravity?

"My pussy."

"Did it feel good?"

Susan hesitated, so he looked up at her before he gave her clit a long, hard suck.

"Y-e-s-s-s." It just swooshed out.

Then, as if he were satisfied with everything, he stood up slowly and took her hand gently into his.

"If you want me, lead me to your bed," he softly said.

Susan was riding high and wanted him badly. What should have been concerns about giving herself to a man other than her husband was instead fear of the size of him. Her pussy won out over her brain. Removing the tiny thong off her foot and leaving her top wide open, she slowly got up and with his hand in hers started towards his bedroom.

"No, I want to fuck you in the same bed as Colin." A little bit surprised, she said nothing and led him to their guest room. She might not have been so compliant if she had truly realized what was ahead.

As they walked he turned out all the lights. The house was pitch black except for her bedroom. Keith turned on every lamp and light he could find in that room.

Without bothering to close the bedroom door, Keith pulled her into his arms and after a long kiss said "I can't begin to tell you how long I've waited for this." There was no need for foreplay. She was soaking wet, he was menacingly hard, and they had been having foreplay for two weeks.

"Get on top," he instructed. "It'll give you control of everything."

Looking down at him, she numbly agreed. She didn't think she wanted to be ripped apart when he got caught up in the passion. Actually, it was all part of a carefully devised plan.

He slipped her out of the rest of her negligee, leaving her nude for his twinkling eyes.

Meticulously positioning himself on the bed he then motioned her over, his cock hard as steel as it protruded up over his stomach. As for Susan, she felt incredibly hot and slippery. Surely she could do this. She straddled him gently, pulling her knees up above his hips, her wet lips just above that huge head. Before letting it touch her, she began to slide herself up and down the shaft, spreading the moisture and finally getting a feel for the size.

Every time she thought she knew how big he was, something happened to make her know she was underestimating him. She allowed herself the luxury to glide back and forth along the length of it. Her labia had separated as far as it would, the lips clasping his cock as she slid up and down the length in a warm, wet embrace.

Each time she reached the top of his shaft, she could feel her clit rubbing the underside of the monster head, adding to the sensation she already felt and increasing the much-needed lubrication. He held himself perfectly still during all of this, but his mouth gave him away with the continuous flow of small moans. Finally, Sue rose slightly, grasping him with her left hand and guiding the head to its target. Sensing that the moment had come, he pulled her forward and gave her a deep kiss, his hands moving to her nipples, applying a soft massage to each one

"It's time," he said quietly. A year's wait was over.

She said nothing but started a slow, methodical motion, getting the feel of him inside her lips, pressing against her entry. Slowly, with all the nerve she could muster, she pressed forward a tiny fraction with each rocking motion. It was like a rock thrown in a pool, the ripple starting from the center of her vagina and going out in directions simultaneously filling her until ... it just stopped!

She gasped as she realized he had filled her labia without so much as a small entry into her vagina. It was like she had run up against a wall.