"I never did get to talk to Ben about his leaving school last weekend," Susan said to Clark over dinner. "Every time I brought it up, he would run off or refuse to talk about it."
"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Clark said. "He's probably just going through a phase."
Susan and Clark saw each other almost every day that week. They wanted to go away the next weekend, but Susan was afraid Ben would come home again. If he did, she didn't want him to find the place empty.
Clark had rented an apartment, and they would stay overnight at his place or hers. Susan hadn't been so happy in years.
"I don't think it is just a phase," Susan continued. "Other boys don't run away from school. I think Ben has a problem, and I should know what it is."
"You're making too much of this," Clark said. "Believe me, I was a young boy myself."
"What do you mean, I'm making too much of this? Ben's my son, and my responsibility."
They were both surprised at Susan's angry tone.
"Okay, okay, let's not fight," Clark said.
Susan smiled and took his hand. She certainly didn't want to argue. That would spoil the mood they had been in all week. The restaurant they were in was just around the corner from Clark's apartment, and they both were anxious to go there.
As they walked down the street, Clark took Susan's arm in his hand and felt her tits against his fingers. When he wiggled the fingers against that firm softness, Susan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. That was all that was necessary to start Clark's prick inflating.
In the elevator, he took a tit into his hand and kissed her deeply. Susan felt the lump of his stiff cock pressing against her belly. That was all she needed to make her pussy wet with slippery juice.
By the time they were in Clark's apartment, they were ready and eager.
"Let's go right into the bedroom," Susan suggested.
"I'm with you, baby."
Clark held a hand on her ass as they walked to the bedroom. He loved to feel her ass move as she walked.
"Let me undress you," Clark said.
Susan remembered how they would undress each other before, when Ted was still alive. Their affair had been a beautiful one, until Ted's death had ended it. As Clark began to unbutton her blouse, Susan was overwhelmed by the memory of those wonderful days.
Clark and Ted had been advisers for a construction team in South America. Ted had an accident resulting in a broken leg, and had to be sent to the hospital. Clark would go with her to visit Ted, then drive her back to the trailers where they were staying.
They fucked the first night Ted was in the hospital and every other night as well. That's when they began undressing each other. It had been very exciting. And it still was.
Susan shivered as Clark opened her blouse. He stepped behind her and slipped it from her shoulders. Then, taking a tit in each hand, he pulled her tightly to him. Susan could feel his prick pulsing against her ass through all the layers of clothing that separated them.
Clark kissed the fragrant, warm skin of her neck and shoulders. His hands massaged her heavy tits.
His fingers felt her nipples harden.
"Oh, Clark, no one's ever handled me the way you do," she cooed.
"And I've never handled another woman who's felt as good as you do, baby."
Susan turned around and unbuttoned Clark's shirt. He helped her take it off his broad shoulders. Then they moved closer, slowly pressing Susan's tits against the hard wall of his chest. He could feel her hard nipples poking him.
Susan looked up. Clark bent down and they kissed. As the warm odor of each other's body filled their nostrils, they took turns exploring the other's mouth with their tongue. Clark filled Susan's mouth with hungry licks, he knew that made her cunt drool.
Susan was wearing slacks, and while they kissed, Clark found the button that held them closed. He opened it and pulled down the zipper beneath. As Susan felt those tight slacks loosen, she felt that the way to her cunt was being prepared for invasion.
Pulling his mouth from hers, Clark began to slide down her body. He rubbed his face over her tits, taking time to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then his face moved down her flat, smooth belly.
Kneeling before her, Clark tugged at her slacks. With Susan's help, they slid down her wide hips and well-formed legs. She stepped out of them and took them from Clark. He looked at the sight before his eyes. Resting his ass on his heels, his face was level with Susan's pussy.
He could see the dark hair of her cunt through her pearl-white panties. A few hairs stuck through the leg holes. He could smell the love cream that was already soaking the crotch of those panties. Pressing his cheek against that soft mound, he could feel the texture of her curly hair pressed behind the nylon.
Then he tucked his fingers into the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down. As her pussy rose over the curtain of nylon Clark fixed his eyes on it. He could see the crack of her cunt at the bottom of that hairy triangle. It was opened slightly because of her aroused passion.
Leaving the undies around her ankles, Clark nuzzled his nose and mouth into the tight curls of her cunt. He loved her pussy. It was his favorite type: plump, deep, and tight.
Susan grabbed his head and held it tightly against her mound. Every breath filled him with the intoxicating odor from her snatch. But his trapped prick was getting too uncomfortable for him to remain in that position.
Before he stood, he looked up at Susan's face framed between her tits. The creamy undersides of her tits looked like ripe fruit waiting to be picked. As he stood, those lively masses of flesh bounced around his head. They kissed again. Clark reached behind her and gave one big asscheek a squeeze.
Then Susan began unbuckling his belt.
"It looks desperate to get out," she said as she saw his prick jerking against his pants.
"Of course it's desperate," he said. "It wants to get into you."
As quickly as she could, Susan stripped his pants and underpants from him. Then she took the hot head of his standing cock into her hand. She loved squeezing the blood out of it, then feeling it swell again as she eased her grip.
They began tongue wrestling again as Susan played with the cock. She ran her fingers along the veiny shaft to its base. Then she scooped up his low-slung balls and held them gently.
"You have a wonderful touch," Clark breathed into her mouth.
He began moving her toward the bed. Still kissing and grabbing at each other, they lay down. Their hands worked eagerly over each other's body. Clark played with her tits, and Susan held his balls and prick.
"You know what I've really missed?" Clark asked. "One of your fabulous blow-jobs."
"Good, because I've missed the taste of your cock," Susan said.
She started immediately down his body. On the way, she fluttered her tongue over his nipples and licked his belly. Clark folded a pillow under his head so he could watch.
He saw Susan's tongue flashing as she licked him. When she was curled up between his legs, in sucking position, her tits rested on one of his thighs.
Before taking his cock into her mouth, she wanted to make sure he was going wild for it. Holding the shaft in both hands, she moved the loose skin slowly up and down a few times. Then she rubbed the head over her cheek lovingly. Finally, she could tell by the powerful jerks that the prick was throbbing with cum.
But she didn't stick it into her mouth yet. First she licked it like a popsicle. Her soft tongue wiped over the taut skin of the head. And with each lick, the cock twitched. She traced the high ridge around the head with her tongue. Then she opened wide and took the fat cock knob into her mouth.
When Clark saw the tip of his prick disappear into her mouth and felt the heat and wetness grip it, he let out a long sigh.
"Susan, baby, that's beautiful," he said.
Her eyes smiled as she looked up at him. Her lips were stretched around the fat prick, but they seemed to be smiling too.
Clark felt her tongue slithering around beneath the sensitive underside of his prick head. Then she pressed her face down, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth. He could feel it push the back of her throat.
Still holding the shaft in her hands, Susan bobbed her head up and down carefully. The cock moved over the hot pad of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. With every dip of her head, the prick went deeper into her throat.
Clark was amazed at how much of his prick was being swallowed. He didn't know how she did it, but it felt spectacular. A current of tingling pleasure ran through his prick and into his body. He began to wiggle and pump his hips slightly in the grip of ecstasy.
"Oh, Susan," he gasped. "You're wonderful! A genius! Oh-h-h!"
His words made the woman take him even deeper into her throat. He felt his prick head being squeezed by the narrow confines of her gullet. Then, with his prick buried so deeply that her lips were almost around the very base of his prick, she swallowed.
"Uh-h-h," he gasped as he felt her throat constrict on his cock knob.
She had actually tried to swallow him he realized. Then she took his prick out, took a deep breath, and swallowed him again. After a few of those throat-wrenchings, Clark was writhing with lust.
Susan could tell by the way his prick was behaving that he was going to come before long. She had to be careful not to let him shoot down her throat. That would make her gag and spoil everything. She would have to catch his cum in her mouth.
"Uh, oh, oh, oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Clark wailed.
This was it. Susan pulled his cock from her throat just in time to catch the first shot on her tongue. Pumping his prick with her hands, she let it fill her mouth. She had to swallow quickly to keep the stuff from overflowing.
She loved to feel the powerful quakes of passion that rocked Clark's body as he came. With every charge of gism, his body convulsed violently.
When his gism stopped spewing and he relaxed, Susan began mopping-up operations. Licking his prick until the flavor of his cream was gone, she enjoyed it to the last drop. When she took her mouth from the softening prick it was clean and shining with her saliva.
She crawled up beside him, gasping far breath. When they kissed, Clark detected a slight flavor of gism in her mouth. He could tell by the way she was breathing that sucking him off had been a real effort. This chick was a champ, he thought.
They changed places. Clark got between her legs and licked her pussy. He knew it would take him a while to be ready to come again, so he took his time. Susan loved the way his tongue played lightly over the tender ridges in her cunt, each lap taking her slightly higher into ecstasy.
Gradually, Susan began to moan and his prick grew. After fifteen minutes of leisurely lapping, he began sucking that cunt in earnest.
Looking over the horizon of her belly, Clark watched her tits roll heavily on her chest as she began squirming with pleasure. Her face had an expression of lust. Although his tongue began to ache with the effort, Clark sent it high up her cave and fluttered it madly.
When he felt the first spasms of her cunt on his tongue, he slipped it out of that tunnel and put it on the quivering kernel of her clit. Susan's body began vibrating with the electric pleasure of a smashing orgasm.
By now, Clark thought that he had recovered from his blow-job sufficiently to try for another climax. He climbed from the vee between Susan's legs, bringing his prick into action. As he eased his weight down on her sweaty body, he slipped his prick into her pussy.
"Oh!" Susan gasped as her cunt was filled.
That pit was still very tender from the sucking Clark had given it, so now when his cock stretched it the effect was profound. When he began pumping, though, Susan was ready for it.
"God! Clark! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
Clark's prick was still tender, too. And that tight pussy sleeve sliding over it made his breath come in desperate snorts. He could tell that Susan was going into one of her strung-out orgasms.
Clark envied her for the prolonged ecstasy her body was capable of. Just as his prick began to tingle, she was wailing with intense joy. Under him, he felt the powerful shaking of her body. He was almost swimming on her rolling tits.
"I'm coming again!" Susan screamed. "Oh, it's so good! Uhhhhh!"
Clark felt that he might be able to come again after all, but it would take a while. He wondered if Susan could stand it. So far, she was doing very well. Since her last orgasm, she was breathing fast and loudly, her chest heaving.
As Clark's prick pumped relentlessly, Susan began to wail again. It sounded like she was going to have her most wild orgasm yet. The sound of her insane wailing helped Clark climb the ladder to his own ecstasy.
"Clark!" Susan yelled. "Oh, sweetheart, darling, ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
His cock kept perfect time as it filled and emptied her cunt. With every stroke, he was taken a little closer to his next orgasm. Susan's cunt was spasming with less strength, though. He didn't know if she was going to be able to take it much longer.
Once again, she was gasping between the peaks of passion. But now Clark was feeling enough pleasure to make him moan.
"I can feel you inside me," Susan said. "And I'm going to come again."
"Yeah, me too," Clark moaned.
Their sustained effort had taken its toll. Both of them ached with the strain, but their pleasure tipped the balance. It was worth it.
"Uh, uh, uh," Clark grunted now as he plowed his prick deeply.
This orgasm was going to take the top of his head off. His whole body began to feel like an electric spark. His whole universe was centered in his burning cock.
As he came, he bucked his hips and arched his back with blinding lust. The gism flowing through him left incredible bliss in its wake. This orgasm was not only more intense than the first, but it lasted longer. The glow seemed to linger forever.
As she received his tortured discharge, Susan was hitting another pinnacle. The two of them were grinding and twisting in the most powerful pangs of pleasure they'd experienced in years.
When they were finished it took them a long time to gather enough strength to speak. They had to lie in bed for a few hours before their bodies would function. It was still early, though, and they knew they would try fucking again before the day was over.