Chapter 1

The national weather channel never had it so good. Most locals in the area only watched the early morning news for info about traffic jams and immediate weather conditions, and one channel had one “girl” to cover both. She was tall, full figured, had a beautiful smile, a producer that made sure she sounded like she knew what she was talking about, and had an audience that could boast 95% of the area’s male population.

It’s not that she did anything inappropriate or dressed in questionable attire, but her presence, the potential, the not-so-subtle sexual allure, made you forget to listen to her words. Viewers just watched and nodded to the sound of her voice as she walked back and forth in front of weather maps and traffic alerts. There was the fall of her hair, a cascade of brunette curls onto her shoulders, framing a strong chin and cute dimples that grabbed the viewer every time she gave good news or wished for a better day tomorrow. Her eyes would sparkle every time she looked sideways and raised an eyebrow for one of her rhetorical questions, and she always placed herself against the green-screen or backdrop as though she were a model doing a shoot for a high-end magazine.

Yes, her breasts bounced just so slightly as she walked back and forth, and her dress showed just enough thigh, just enough of the valley between her breasts; nothing you could complain to the FCC about and just enough to ensnare a good portion of the valley every weekday morning. You might go to another network for news about the Middle East, but this is where you came to forget about the drudgery of the upcoming day. Best of all, Ron lived just down the street from her. Even better than that, she jogged past his house almost every afternoon and knew him by name.

This script ran through Ron’s head every time he saw Sue running past his house or running around the park with her dogs. And her name was Susan, but preferred Sue. Just Sue. Susie was the cute name her producers gave her, and that’s how most people referred to her, but close friends simply knew her as Sue. Of course, her name was unimportant when the woman herself was within ten feet of him. He could hardly remember his own name when she came near and his brain melted, taken over by the swishing back and forth of her breasts, the tell-all fabric that clung to her ass, and the mixed scent of perfume and sweat as she ran past.

As a mature and polite member of Sue’s neighborhood fan club, Ron had learned to look the other way, keep his eyes focused on her face when she spoke to him, and resisted the temptation to turn on the morning news, especially when his mother was in the room. He had once bragged at school about his friendship with the local weather celebrity and invited a handful of eager boys (and one curious girl) to possibly watch Susie jog past. It would have been fine if his mother hadn’t come home and seen them all milling about in the front yard. He kept it more discreet after that. Nothing creepy or weird, just doing what all men do when they don’t want their boss, the police, or especially their parents to pull them into the back room for a long talk about polite front-stage behavior.

Mostly Sue was so beyond Ron’s realm of reality, so unattainable, that he stopped taking her seriously and only related to her as another adult, a friend of the family. When they did talk it was without expectations, just a high school kid and a friendly adult mentor down the block, talking about work, school assignments, the weather, college, or some TV scandal.

The day of all days that changed this relationship and all of Ron’s life came toward the end of his second year of college. He was past the awkward zit-faced kid stage and entering into the young man “I know it all” adult phase with serious thoughts of college life, work, and women, and certainly not in that order. Ron was only just home at the end of the spring quarter, cleaning the remnants of a passing morning rain shower off his car and hoping to relax and chill for the summer. He was in the middle of cleaning the interior of his car when a voice called him out, and there was Sue, as tall and outstanding and mind-numbingly beautiful as she appeared on morning TV.

Ron had seen her run by the day before but hadn’t had a chance to even say hello. She wasn’t running on that day, instead walking his way with one of her prized, though not prize-winning, huskies at her side. He had done some dog walking and yard work for her before and was on good terms with this part of her security team. On this day Sue was walking Bush, the female, who dragged Sue the last few feet to give Ron a bark and a growl and lick on the hand, seemingly happy to reacquaint herself with him. Sue gave Ron a quick hug, gushed over how much the young college-man he looked, and explained that Bush had had puppies just a few weeks before and how both dogs really needed to be walked more. Ron agreed to drop by and walk them when he could, though only one at a time as the two of them together were too much to handle.

They talked about what he’d be doing for the summer, what his major was, what had changed in town and where she hoped to go over the weekend, and then came the unexpected invitation. “You should come by and see the puppies before I give them up for adoption. I’ll be back home in half an hour if you want to drop by.”

Ron gave his most polite yes while looking only into her eyes, but he still couldn’t hold back from giving her ass a quick look as Sue took off at a slow jog with Bush. Well, this was nothing really new. He’d been over to her house before, could call her a friend, just another adult who lived around the corner. Yes, just a friend he could now connect with as an equal, but his hands were shaking as he washed up and his brain had trouble focusing on anything other than his upcoming walk to Sue’s house.

An exact half hour later he walked up to her front door and knocked, only for Sue’s voice behind the door telling him to go around the back and let himself in. He made it through the gate, gave Pilot (the male) a scratch behind the ears, and was greeted by Sue at the back door. As she let him in, Ron saw that she had changed clothing since her walk, her top now a loose off the shoulder blouse that cut across much of her right breast with the lower edge ending just above her navel. Ron also noticed that Sue’s jogging shorts had been changed to a slightly tighter and somewhat shorter pair of white cloth shorts, and there was an extra scent of perfume since he had seen her on the street.

The thing was, Sue didn’t need any of these extras to appear enticing or attract attention. She was a beautiful brunette with a dash of henna that gave her longer than shoulder length curls a special shine. Her eyes always had a slightly wicked glint that accented anything she was talking about, and her figure was lush, luscious, curvaceous, full, rounded, whatever term you wanted to use to describe a woman whose every body part fulfilled the promise of womanhood. For a young man like Ron, she was the very essence of desire, of the unattainable woman, and here she was inviting him into her house. It was so much easier when, as a high school kid, all he had to do is walk the dog or mow the lawn. Now he was worried that he’d say something stupid, show himself to be just one more fool down the block, and he hoped he’d get through this ordeal without farting or knocking something over.

Bush and her puppies had a room of their own, a spare bedroom with a kid’s safety gate at the door and a playpen in the corner. There were four puppies with roly-poly bodies covered in fur and running rampant in the playpen, their tiny teeth tugging on mom and each other, scrambling around inside the enclosure and looking for new worlds to explore.

“This playpen is already too small,” said Sue. “I’d put them in the back yard but I don’t trust Pilot. I might have to send him to my sister’s until the puppies are gone.” They knelt at the playpen, stroking Bush and commenting on each of the puppies, Sue occasionally brushing against Ron as they played with the puppies on the open floor of the bedroom.

The occasional touch was OK, but Sue also bent over, sometimes with her rear to Ron, a good portion of her lower ass peeking forth and a clear outline of her labia pressing against the thin fabric of her shorts. A couple of times in as many minutes he’d be up on his knees and Sue would bend down to grab and play with a puppy, and her blouse would fall forward, out and away from her breasts, a full view of her mountains of joy being presented to Ron’s eyes.

The third time is what caused his mind to implode. Sue didn’t just bend over for a second and then back up; she leaned over toward Ron, put a hand on his knee as she rubbed the tummy of a puppy, swishing her hand, her body, her hair, her breasts back and forth, her tits performing a dance, back and forth and around within their open cloth enclosure. He could hear the slight friction of her large erect nipples on the fabric, could sense their need for release and attention. Without thinking, Ron dipped his hands into the deep open neck of Sue’s blouse, scooping up her warm round fleshy melons and pulling them up, releasing them from their confines, pushing the shoulders of Sue’s blouse down around the top of both shoulders while bringing her beautiful lightly tanned breasts into the light.

It happened so quickly, seemed so natural and wonderful, that Ron had no time to feel worried or mortified. He just acted on impulse and was happy at the result. He experienced joy at the feel and sight of Sue’s tits flowing out of the top of her blouse, yearning for his attention, until another second had passed and Sue had a reaction of her own.

Sue jerked back, from both his knee and puppy, sat up on her haunches and looked down at her newly freed symbols of sex and womanhood, and laughed. It was a quick laugh, seemingly taking Ron’s action as another stupid male move that women had to deal with on a daily basis. She followed her laugh with “Ron, really, knock it off.” But she said it with a smile, allowing another full second of sight and touch before moving to push his hands away and attempting to move her breasts back within her crop top.

Instead of moving back with an apology, Ron moved his hands down, to support and massage Sue’s protruding tits, to pull her in, leaning in to her lowered head to get a scent of her perfume, give a kiss to her hair, murmuring a quick throwaway line of how beautiful she was, his mind aware only of how wonderful it was to be touching her. Ron couldn’t see Sue’s face, but she paused, said something about him going too far, but then touched his arms, brought her fingers back to seemingly help his hands hold and massage each of her mounds as they continued to flow out of the top of her blouse.

But then the spell broke, Sue shook her head, sat up on her haunches and told Ron to get real. Yet as she looked him in the eye and said this she laughed again, and rather than covering herself or telling him to get out, she paused for another full second. She had her hands on her knees and both breasts, nipples erect and pointing straight at Ron, were bare and beautifully in full sight just a foot from Ron’s eyes.

Ron felt he had to say something, to maintain some control, so he shrugged, smiled across at Sue and said, “Well, you know, they seemed lonely and in need of attention.”

Sue rolled her eyes and said, “Jeez, men,” and only then moved her hands to pull her top up over the lush symbols of sexual desire that seemed to take up the entire room. To his credit, instead of leaving it there and staring at the ground in silence or apologizing, Ron reached out and pulled up at the bottom of Sue’s top. He easily lifted the bottom edge of the poor excuse for a blouse up to sit on top of her twin mounds, their complete mountain-like forms left open to his gaze once again. Ron didn’t say anything, his hands coming down to support and caress each of her breasts while looking at Sue’s surprised face and waiting to see what she would do next.

Ron really did expect a scream, a yell, a demand for him to leave, but he had gone through that at college. It was no bad thing to be a little forward at college, to go a little too fast with a girl. As long as you were a gentleman about it and took a coed’s no for a no, but of course thinking that a yes was a possibility. It was always better to be overly confident and flirtatious than be seen as cowardly and afraid.

But Sue was no flirty undergrad and her gasp of surprise at his continued contact with her breasts was then followed by a pull back of her body, a snort of derision, a shake of her head (Ron could only think of how beautiful her hair looked as it swayed around her head), and a “Ron!” And with that Sue raised her hands to pull down her blouse while standing up and starting to turn away from Ron. A quick and simple move to end the shenanigans and bring Ron back to his senses. But Ron still hadn’t heard a no, was still waiting for an epithet and demand that he get the hell out, and until that line was crossed, Ron figured he might as well continue with some of the other lessons he had been taught at college.

As Sue stood up and turned away from him, Ron shot back with a “Sue, come back. We should talk,” (meaningless but it made it seem like he was an adult, a man and not just the kid down the street). As he uttered these words to Sue’s rising form, he reached out to the poorly covered ass that was rising up and coming even with his face. His fingers clutched at the sides of her shorts and pulled down even as Sue’s form rose upwards and away from him.

Fortune again was with Ron, Sue’s white cloth shorts being held up by an elastic waist band and without belt or snap or zipper. As he pulled down, as Sue’s hips rose up, the shorts hesitated then quickly followed Ron’s hands down, over her rounded ass, past her thighs and knees to her twisting calves. Sue’s beautifully naked ass now just above Ron’s head, his eyes looking up into her inner thighs, a slight projection of labia and pubic hair turning his member into a hard pole.

The next second changed everything when Sue went to take a step away from Ron. As her foot moved forward, her ankles were tangled in her newly lowered shorts causing her step to turn into a stumble. There was a slow collapse and down she went, her knees and hands coming down to the rug even as her ass was now pointed back toward Ron. Sue laughed again, perhaps in awareness at the embarrassing position she was in. Without even looking back at Ron Sue sat back onto her heels, moved her hands that had been attempting to cover her chest to now attempt to pull her shorts back up, but that wouldn’t be easy with them wrapped around her ankles.

This is when she could have screamed bloody murder at Ron, but instead, for just one long moment, she turned back to look at him, a glint in her eyes, her breasts still bared to his sight, her hands resting on her bare hips, her mouth slightly open, waiting to see what Ron would do next. The invitation was unmistakable, and as Sue attempted to stand and pull up her shorts, Ron moved in, pushing Sue forward and back onto her knees and straight into the side of the twin bed that rested unused in the corner of the room.

Faster than he could think it out, Ron’s shorts were pushed down to his knees, his right knee jammed in-between Sue’s splayed calves, and his leaking hard-on pushed through Sue’s slightly open thighs. This is when Sue woke up to just how serious Ron was and what his funny lighthearted antics were leading up to. Her laugh turned into a demand to stop, which became a stifled gasp as Ron pushed his hips and outstretched member hard against her ass, her hips and groin being pressed into the side of the bed. He then used his upper body to push in and down on her torso, pushing Sue into the edge of the bed.

At the same time, Ron reached out with his hands to pull back on Sue’s blouse, slightly ripping it as both sides came back and down, trapping her arms at the elbows even as her breasts were freed again to be grasped within his fingers. Sue struggled as Ron ripped her blouse and trapped her arms, trying to rise to a wide-legged standing position by the bed, but Ron leaned in and down, forcing Sue’s head and chest into the top of the mattress as his hips and crotch pressed in on her ass.

This whole scenario, from hand on knee to freeing Sue’s breasts to pushing her into the side of the bed took maybe a full minute, hardly time to speak a complete complex sentence. And now Ron was pulling back on Sue’s chest, massaging each of her luscious tits, reveling in the feel of her nipples within his fingers, even aware of the many bumps on her dark areolas. He could hardly believe the feel of his chest against her back as his mouth nibbled on her left earlobe, speaking softly about her incredible beauty, all while pushing his crotch tight into her ass, holding her trapped against the bed, wondering just how far this insane ride would take him.

Ron again waited for the scream or head butt or something that would throw him off and get him tossed out of the house, but Sue started breathing deep, eyes closed, grinding her ass back against the push of his groin, waiting for him to make the next move. Ron paused, both angel and devil screaming into his ear, when Sue whispered loudly into the room “Well, OK Ron, so what are you going to do now?”

Only one thing to do. Ron lowered his right hand, pushed down across the front of Sue’s stomach, down to where her own bare crotch was pressed against the bed. Lower, down to where his throbbing dick was pushing between her thighs, then pulling his hard length of manhood tight into that forested crevice within her labia. He had to push sideways with his right knee against her leg to make an extra inch of room, to separate her thighs just enough for him to fit up tight and deep within the length of Sue’s folds. He gasped when he felt how wet she was, and more remarkably how warm, of the liquid heat that flowed around his cock as her thick pussy lips wrapped around the middle of his long curving pole.

He was more used to young college girls, tight pussies with little experience, interested but unsure, willing to go all the way but more as a practical matter, more to be alone and have fun with a guy than to actually fuck and be fucked back. And then here he has Sue, a pussy in obvious heat, in need of a man who will screw her silly, pushing her ass back into him, waiting for him to finish what he started.

Ron didn’t carefully think any of this through, but he knew it as truth from his gut, and after just a short few seconds soaking his length within her open and well forested labia, he pulled back and used his fingers to direct the leading head of his cock up, into the willing gates of Sue’s pussy.

His initial penetration of Sue caused her to groan and close her eyes, Ron’s own groan of pleasure following, his mind melting at the wet heat he had pushed his cock into. Once he had the leading wedge of his cock tightly inserted inside Sue, Ron pulled his hand up to wrap around and massage her breasts. He was able to use his arms and elbows to keep Sue’s arms trapped tight against her side, and then he began the slow back and forth dance that moved the wide thick head of his cock ever deeper inside Sue’s pussy.

Ron’s most enduring memory of those moments was of how hard and erect Sue’s nipples were and of the hot wetness within her pussy. As he played with and massaged and teased Sue’s full yet firm tits, Ron slowly moved deeper inside her, a dozen back and forth thrusts, slowly working himself ever deeper, finally leading his tight and tender scrotum to press hard into the lower reaches of Sue’s very taut ass.

Sue lay prone on the bed, face sideways, eyes closed, breathing in gasps, her ass starting to push back into Ron’s crotch, matching the slow rhythm of his fuck, only once letting out anything more than a moan of pleasure, groaning out in a deep voice, “Oh my god that’s good.”

Ron began increasing his speed, hard thrusts pumping up into Sue from behind, each attempt by her to push back or lever herself up being countered by Ron’s weight and single-minded intensity. If anything, Sue’s initial squirming only helped to slide Ron’s shaft deeper. Her pussy seemed to help him by sucking up and wrapping itself tightly around his cock with each thrust, only reluctantly allowing enough slack for him to pull back and repeat. It was long minutes into this when Ron shifted position, finally pushing Sue’s shorts off one foot with one of his own. He moved his left knee within the extra space between her legs, pushing in harder with each thrust against her ass, trying to go deeper into her pussy, trying to lose his cock inside the hot wetness that seemed to demand more of him with every thrust.

As he quickened his thrusts, his hands came down to remove Sue’s blouse, pulling it all the way down to her waist, ripping it at both sides but freeing her arms and back and chest from it’s encumbrance and cover. Ron wrapped his arms around Sue’s chest, his hands digging deep to regain the feel of her breasts, and laying his chest down on her exposed back, focused on enjoying the beautiful woman he had pinned to the bed underneath him.

Sue had moved her hands, one above her head, the other back and resting on Ron’s ass, riding with him as he rode up and down into her, slight moans escaping from her lips each time he pulled back and then then thrust back into her welcoming cunt. However much Ron wanted this to last forever, his cock was primed and ready to release a need he had felt ever since he had seen Sue stand before him years before. He tried to prolong the experience by stopping, pressing his crotch into her ass, allowing his cock to rest deep within Sue and enjoy her liquid warmth as it flowed around his cock and down and out to drip onto the floor between their knees. Ron enjoyed that for a few seconds, leaning into Sue, grinding only so slightly against her ass. Yet after a few seconds of no movement, Sue began thrusting hard back on her ass, pushing hard onto Ron’s cock, pulling back into the side of the bed, then hard back to regain what length of cock had come out of her.

With Sue’s physical outburst, an overt demand for him to continue fucking her, Ron could do nothing but release Sue’s tits, pull back hard on her hips, and give a last dozen violent thrusts into her. Then came the rising wave, the intense fire, Ron losing himself in the wonders of unloading the contents of his overburdened balls into the deep recesses of Sue’s pussy. It took him a full minute to finish, many short thrusts into Sue ensuring both cock and balls that each drop of his emissions had been shot up into her, sucked up by her, his vital juices now soaking the depths of her loins.

Ron could only collapse on top of Sue, pushing her more deeply into the mattress, then a long minute later slowly pull out of her and slump back, falling onto his knees on the rug, still within the wide angle he had forced her legs. He wound up face to ass, kissing each of her cheeks, his hands rubbing and massaging her firm and rounded twin cheeks. Ron’s eyes then looked down to be mesmerized by the dripping dollops of secretions and cum and sperm dropping from between the lips of her cunt and down to form a pool on and just in front of his knees.

It took another minute of deep gasping breaths before he came out of his post-coital bliss, full awareness returning when Sue partially stood up and then collapsed more fully onto the bed, naked but for the torn blouse that circled her waist. Ron did the same, crawling up onto the bed to be next to her. His shirt was unbuttoned, his shorts off, his sandals gone, his near-naked body pressing into Sue’s side, pulling her in, his kisses to her closed eyes and soft lips followed by words of joy and encouragement.

Ron was intimidated as hell, completely overcome by what he had just done, of who he was laying next to. As with past lessons with younger girls, he knew he couldn’t go wrong by telling Sue of her beauty and of the joy he felt of finally being able to make love to her. Sue cracked an eye, smiled, rolled back and up onto one elbow, her breasts again freed for Ron to see and touch.

“Well, that was kind of unexpected. Pretty good Ron.” Which led to some back and forth verbal jousting, Ron trying to show he was a man in control of a situation he had never really been in before. Ron tried to touch and feel with the caresses common to a couple after sex, again something he was still learning in the backrooms of college.

As they verbally circled each other he tried to kiss and caress the ultimate woman so newly naked before him, following each of her words with some wit beyond his years. For her part, Sue let it be known that she was well aware of how much in heat he was, of how passionate a fuck he had given her, and of how overflowing an orgasm his more than adequate cock had released into her.

All fine and good. She also openly wondered if he knew woman needed a little more time, a little more loving, a bit less fucking before they could feel satisfied. As Sue spoke she lay back, chest up, one hand down between her legs, another hand reaching across to touch and grasp Ron’s wet and sticky cock. Seeing Sue naked on the bed, large firm tits open to his view, her knees bent out, her hand playing within the forested but shinning inner folds of her vulva, Ron hardly needed Sue’s hand-felt encouragement for his penis to again become a fully hard cock.

Before he could act, Sue took his hand and moved it down between her legs, moved his fingers down and up through her wet and sticky slit, focusing on her clit, telling him to help her do what didn’t need to be explained. She moved closer, pulled Ron more fully onto the bed, opened her legs wider while shoving her hips tighter into him. Eyes closed, Sue made small comments about what she liked, what fingering movements were best, for Ron to suck her breasts, to go slow but firm, long minutes of finger and foreplay finally paying off as Sue moaned and convulsed and screamed as she pulled Ron in and rocked with him in a tight embrace.

Ron had only rarely experienced a woman’s orgasm, most of the girls he met on campus putting up with the minimal talents of the young men they were stuck going out with. Sue’s wild actions were new and a real turn-on, a beautiful woman teaching and fucking, then ravishing and cumming, taking Ron into a new level of love and sex.

Sue opened her eyes, caressed him, and in-between deep breaths kissed his face and neck. Then a hand went down to his half-hard cock, touching and caressing it into a fuller version of itself. He began fucking the fist she had formed around his member, leaning over to kiss her on the lips, to suck in the tongue of a woman he had desired for so long. Then Ron had the courage to roll over on top of her and try to give Sue even more pleasure than he had just given with his fingers.

“Umm, hard again, and so soon. Yum. There may be hope for you yet Ron,” and Sue pulled him in tight, kissed him more deeply than any girl had even attempted from all his late-night college escapades, and wrapped her legs around him in an embrace that promised no prisoners, no release, no pardons until the deed was done.

With Sue laid out flat on her back, Ron used his knees to open her legs wide, moved his hips down and pushed his raging hard-on up into her crevice. Her lower lips seemed to open wide and guide his member in, the head of his cock flowing inches up inside Sue’s pussy with hardly any effort. And she was so warm, so wet and hot, as though she had just wrapped a steaming hot towel around the length of his dick. Weight pressing down on his elbows, head just above Sue’s shoulder, Ron began a series of slow thrusts that quickly gained him total penetration. Sue’s pussy wrapped around his entire length, immersed in a hot fleshy embrace as he started faster harder thrusts to ensure his total dominance of a woman he worshipped.

Though he stayed on top and never fully stopped fucking in one form or another, Ron and Sue kept changing speeds and movements and ways of connecting cunt to cock. Sometimes shallow thrusts, the head of Ron’s cock coming almost all the way out of Sue’s pussy lips before re-entering her for a few inches, then at one point her pushing a pillow under her lower back and ass for a new angle and feel. Sometimes Sue spread her legs out in response to Ron’s actions or bounced with the bed to welcome and embrace each of his thrusts, then wrap her legs tight around him as though to stop him or to enjoy just where his cock was at that moment.

It all went on for more than minutes, for tens of minutes, each of them grunting and moaning, touching, bathing the other in sweat and secretions, kisses and caresses, until one set of fast but shallow thrusts brought Ron to a final peak, and as he grunted that he was cumming, Sue brought her legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him in tight and whispering “Cum in me hard, Ron, just cum in me and let me feel it.”

Ron really no longer had any control over it, shoving up hard and ejaculating the remains of all the manly juices remaining in his cock and balls, short thrusts prolonging the orgasmic jolts shooting through his brain before collapsing completely within Sue’s sweaty embrace.