Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 4

Suzie puts all her new skills to work.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Julia didn't want to admit it, but Suzie was right, she Did love Arthur, and now here she was, on her knees, watching another girl give him a vigorous blow job. Not just any girl, her Student! And she wasn't just watching, she was Teaching! Teaching this girl, her student, her friend, how to use her mouth to properly and completely pleasure the man she loved.

She wasn't jealous, not in the least. She was happy. She was aroused. She was soaked.

Suzie's excited explorations soon coalesced, and with Miss Dorman's urging and guidance, she settled into a lustful rhythm. Lips and tongue rose and fell wetly over his thick, desperate erection, rolling like ocean waves. He filled her mouth, but she wanted more. She wanted to take all of him, but she knew she wasn't ready for that yet, so she remained content with a full mouth, content with feeling his twitches and throbs against her tongue.

Arthur began to breathe heavily, and Julia could tell the sensations were building inside him. "Feel his body, Suzie, feel how good you're making him feel. Pay attention. Listen to his body, you are the one in control."

Suzie looked up at Arthur and knew in an instant this was true. He was lost in pleasure, and she was the one driving him toward it. She smiled to herself, and then without warning increased her pace, sliding her mouth up and down over his cock at a wet breakneck speed. Arthur began to gasp and shudder, his body starting to vibrate. He was racing toward the edge now, but the moment he let out a sharp moan, Suzie suddenly stopped, pulling off his cock completely. Arthur's eyes shot open, and looked down at a smiling Suzie, drunk with this new power.

"Very good, Suzie," Miss Dorman said with a smile, "very good."

Suzie snaked her tongue out and massaged the underside of Arthur's tip, running circles slowly over the underside. His eyes shut again, lost in the sensation. Suzie smiled again to herself, and then slipped him back into her mouth, resuming her methodical sucking.

"Can you feel it, Suzie?" Miss Dorman asked, almost sweating from the sexiness of the moment, "Can you feel how badly he wants to cum for you?"

A muffled "Umm hmm" escaped past Arthur's cock.

"Do you want it? Do you want him to cum for you?"

"Umm hmm"

"Do you need his cum?"

"Umm Hmm"

"Then show him, Suzie," Julia gasped, "show him how badly you need it."

Suzie's hands gripped Arthur's strong thighs. Her bobbing, sucking head fell into a determined, pulsing rhythm, and the two lovers, overcome by the moment, joined in what can only be described as a sexual summoning. Energy passing between them. Desperate need. Chanting of wordless incantations. Arthur's breath became ragged and erratic, his body starting to spasm and tremble. She could feel him building, feel him racing toward his release. Soft moans of "umm hmm; umm hmm;” egging him on, pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

Suzie's hand drifted off Arthur's thigh. She needed to touch them. To feel them. And so in that moment, just before he exploded, Suzie gently cupped Arthur's roiling balls in her soft hand.

That was all it took.

She felt his full balls jump in her hand, and Arthur let out a strong, guttural wail. Suzie gripped his thigh harder, knowing she needed to hang on, as she felt his cock grow so hard, harder than she even thought it could get, then whip against the top of her mouth in quick, sharp spasms. She moaned at the sensation, and then felt her whole body buzz with electricity as Arthur's cum started to pulse and flow into her mouth.

She was ready for it this time, she wanted it. She wasn't nervously swallowing like she did in the elevator that first time, this time she savored it, savored the feeling, savored the meaning of the man and the moment, before gladly swallowing it down. Suzie knew this was something different than that first time in the elevator. This was special.

Arthur's throbbing subsided, and his breath started to return to normal. Suzie was so entranced by the heat of the moment that she didn't even register that Arthur's hands had grasped her gently on the head in the midst of his pleasure. Slowing her sucking to a more caressing pace, she slid her lips down his softening length one final time before slipping off his tip and disengaging. She looked up at him with big, lusty eyes, and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Arthur was in shock, looking down at the amazing young woman before him. A young woman looking for validation on the effort she just displayed. He looked over at Miss Dorman, she gave him a lusty, knowing look, and a big, tight-lipped smile. Arthur could only smile a bewildered smile in return as he looked back at Suzie. She smiled back, relieved.

"Oh my God, Suzie," Arthur gasped, "oh my God."

Her smile widening, Suzie looked over at her teacher excitedly.

"That was excellent, Suzie," she said proudly, "very, very well done."

"That was so amazing," Suzie said, fully relieved, releasing all her tension, "I could feel a real connection with him, every twitch, every little movement I could feel it." She pushed a loose strand of hair off her face in a blustery movement, "and oh my god, it was so fucking Hot."

"You're damn right it was," Arthur said with a laugh as he slumped back into the nearby lounge chair. He let out a long, relaxed sigh.

"Thank you so much," Suzie said, leaning over to Miss Dorman and giving her a big hug, "thank you for teaching me; for helping me learn what pleasure is really about."

"You're more than welcome," Miss Dorman said, "I knew it'd be no issue for you." Julia took a breath, and gently pushed away from the hug so she could look Suzie in the eyes. "But your lesson is not over yet." Suzie looked at her teacher, her friend, with a puzzled expression. "There's one more thing you need to learn. Something I think will be much more useful for you."

Still confused, Suzie felt Miss Dorman's hand slide up her neck, gently cupping her face. It felt good. It felt safe. She could feel the intensity of her teacher's gaze, almost burning a hole right through her. Then her eyes dropped to Suzie's mouth. A smile pulled at her lips as she delicately wet her own lips, then leaned in and kissed the girl right on the mouth.

Suzie's body stiffened in surprise, this was her friend, her teacher, but she felt the hand on her face, felt the safety, felt the care, and the tension melted away. Suzie let out a long sigh, and parted her lips. Miss Dorman did the same, and soon Suzie could feel the warm pressure of her teacher's tongue dancing into her mouth.

The taste of Suzie's mouth lit a fire inside Julia Dorman that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Kissing girls was something she had done for fun when she was younger, and it was never something she took seriously, except for that one notable exception. She never considered herself gay, or even bi, but still that didn't stop her from falling in love her junior year of college with Jackie.

Jackie and Julia met in class, but it wasn't until they realized that they had mutual friends that they started seeing more of each other. They became fast friends, but it was clear immediately that there was something more between them. But Julia was straight, how could it be anything more than a strong feeling of friendship?

That question was answered one night after a particularly challenging exam, when the two girls celebrated by having a nice dinner together. When they returned to their dorm Julia didn't even realize it, but she had walked Jackie all the way back to her room, which was 5 floors away from her own. There was a hug at the door, one that lasted longer than either of them expected. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was too good to let go. Jackie knew what was going on, she felt it too, and she knew that Julia would never make the first move, so she took initiative, kissing her friend passionately on the lips.

Their embrace grew tighter, and soon the two new lovers fell through the doorway into Jackie's room, never disengaging from each other, and tumbled their way to the bedroom. That night Julia felt another woman's body for the first time, nerves running through her at high speed until the moment she first felt Jackie's tongue on her clit. At that moment all the nerves melted away and Julia's body lit up with pleasure. It felt so new, but felt so, so right. Jackie's tongue and fingers opened up avenues of pleasure Julia didn't even know she had, and the orgasm she had was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

She remembered the embarrassment she felt in the moments after, but more importantly she remembered how caring Jackie was as Julia sat with what had just happened. She didn't totally understand these new feelings, but there was no place she'd rather be, nothing she'd rather be doing. Julia kissed the gorgeous girl again, tasting her own pussy on Jackie's lips. It was intoxicating.

Julia had kissed girls, sure, but fucking one, tasting and pleasing another's pussy, was something she had always wondered if she'd be able to do. At that moment though, she had nothing on her mind other than pleasing this girl, and with zero hesitation she turned her attention to Jackie's body, kissing, touching, loving. Gladly, with much excitement, Julia lowered her face between Jackie's legs and tasted the sweet tang of a woman's juices for the very first time. She was instantly addicted. Julia licked and loved Jackie's hot, steaming center with a desperate hunger, not stopping until Jackie's body writhed and spasmed in raucous climax.

There was no hesitation this time, and their tongues began their erotic battle immediately. Her hands continued to explore her teacher's hot, shifting flesh as they kissed, and Suzie felt another buzz of excitement run through her as she remembered that the rhythmic rocking and shifting of Miss Dorman's body was from Arthur's cock sliding deep into her.

Disconnecting from her teacher's lips, she turned her head and looked at Arthur. Rippling muscles and a gorgeous, sculpted physique glistening with sweat propelled his wonderful cock in and out of Miss Dorman's body, moans.

After that unforgettable night, the two girls were inseparable, officially dating for over a year before life took them in different directions. After Jackie, Julia never had designs on dating another woman, and could never explain exactly what drew her to Jackie for those two wonderful years. Love was just love, and it happens where it happens.

But that night, there with Suzie, she wanted nothing more than to give her student exactly what she needed, teach her exactly what she needed to learn.

Suzie's body buzzed with an indescribable wave of excitement as she began to register what was about to happen. Miss Dorman's mouth left her lips and began to kiss and suckle at her neck, her hands exploring over the hot skin of her body. She felt lips on her collarbone, and the pull of fingers against her bra. Suzie's tits were still out, held up by the folded down cups, but Miss Dorman didn't touch them, not yet, but just slipped the straps down over her shoulders.

But then, just as suddenly as it began, Miss Dorman's lips were gone. Suzie's eyes opened, and saw her teacher staring at her. It was a tense, heated moment, and Suzie understood a question was being asked. Not with words, but with actions: never leaving the girl's gaze, Miss Dorman reached between her own tits and unfastened the delicate clasp on the front of her bra. Her hands slowly pulled the cups away from her hot skin, revealing her firm tits to her student.

Suzie looked down at her teacher's beautiful form, the swell of her chest rising and falling with each breath, her nipples hard as ice. She stared. She practically drooled. But then she realized it was her turn, it was up to her to answer the question that was asked.

Shaking with excitement, she considered what was in front of her: something she had always wanted but was never confident enough to have. But here it was, here She was. Suzie had never felt as safe and as confident as she did here, with Miss Dorman, with Arthur, than she did at that moment.

And so with trembling fingers, Suzie Travino reached behind herself, unfastened her bra strap, and slipped the garment off onto the floor.

Julia smiled. She took in the beautiful figure of her student, then gently, slowly, raised a hand and cupped the supple teardrop of Suzie's tits. She squeezed. Suzie sighed. Julia leaned in and kissed the girl once again, and Suzie's whole body melted into hers. Julia could tell Suzie's lips were on fire now, her tongue desperate to taste every inch of her teacher's mouth, but her hands were glued to Julia's hips, touching her, but just innocently.

"It's okay, Suzie," she said between kisses, "touch me; feel me; taste me;”

Suzie felt like something inside her suddenly was unlocked. She held her teacher's waist tighter, and her lips and tongue began to make their way down Miss Dorman's neck, over her collar bone, and onto the flat of her chest.

"Yes, Suzie, yes;”

The salt of her skin tasted like fine seasoning on Suzie's tongue. Soon the firmness of Miss Dorman's chest gave way to soft, plush flesh. Suzie felt a gush inside her as she realized she was kissing Miss Dorman's tits.

"Yes; yes;”

Suzie stopped, but only for a moment, to recognize the threshold she was about to cross. She felt Miss Dorman's deep breath heaving her bosom up and down against her face, and then, with a quick lick of her lips, Suzie sucked the firm tip of her teacher's nipple into her mouth.

"Oh yes!" Julia gasped, pulling the girl tight to her. She felt Suzie's tongue zipping around the sensitive bud of her tit, felt the tight, desperate suction of her mouth. She groaned again as Suzie's hands gripped her ass tightly, kneading and rubbing it. She smiled, Suzie was a girl exploring a new avenue of pleasure, and she was so happy to be the one to teach her this new way. But there was still more to teach.

Pushing Suzie gently away, she felt a tinge of sadness as her student's lips left her nipple. Suzie's face seemed worried, like she had done something wrong, but Julia brought a hand to her cheek, smiled, and kissed her again. Tucking a hand on the small of the excited girl's back, she pushed forward and Suzie gave way, slowly lowering to her back on the plush shag rug.

Julia followed, her body spreading Suzie's legs wide as she leaned over the girl. Now it was her turn to explore.

Suzie wriggled delightfully beneath the pressure of Miss Dorman's body on her, reveling in the taste of her teacher's kiss once more. A kiss that turned into lips on her neck, traveling down her body. She gasped deeply when she felt sucking lips and teasing tongue on her nipples, this was as far as she had ever gone with a woman, and the thought of Tara, the hot goth girl, sucking on the one exposed nipple managed to be freed from her bra sent a cold shiver of delightful memory through her body. It was lovely, reveling in the feeling, but when Miss Dorman's lips left her nipple she held her breath in rapt anticipation. She felt the kisses, the hot breath, begin to move lower, cascading over her bare stomach. Suzie knew exactly where they were headed.

Her student’s body felt exquisite against Julia's fingertips, against her lips. There was a palpable excitement, an electricity, sparking off her skin that Julia could feel, a sensation that only made her more determined to teach Suzie about the pleasures she'd been missing.

After what seemed like an eternity, Suzie felt Miss Dorman's mouth pause at the top of her panties. Her teacher's tongue began to tease the soft skin of her belly along the delicate fabric and shocks of delicious pleasure jumped through her. Suzie was lost in the sensations, when suddenly the lips and tongue were gone.

The lips were gone but Suzie could still feel Miss Dorman's hands caressing the skin of her splayed open thighs. Miss Dorman was sitting back on her heels, her eyes focused on the throbbing prize between Suzie's legs. Fingers crawled over her sensitive flesh, and gently wrapped themselves in the band of her wet panties. Miss Dorman's eyes flicked up to Suzie's, asking another silent question, and with a deep, shuddering breath Suzie answered with a soft lift of her hips. Miss Dorman smiled, pulled, and Suzie's panties began the excruciatingly slow journey down her smooth, long legs, and off her body.

Julia was wildly excited as she took in the gorgeous, nervous form of the fully nude Suzie before her, fully nude for another woman for the first time in her life. Her hands went back to the girl's creamy thighs, butterflied open for her pleasure, sailing around the warm skin, up and over the muscles, touching everywhere but where Suzie desperately wanted her to touch. Julia licked her lips, and with movement as smooth flowing water lowered her face between Suzie's legs.

The distance was a lifetime for Suzie, and she held her breath in anticipation and unbridled excitement. She almost screamed at the first touch of Miss Dorman's lips to her inner thigh, then the other, then tongue tickling the sensitive trail to the center of her wanton desire. Kisses on her pubic bone, ever so close to what she wanted, what she needed, caused her to squirm in delight. The teasing was amazing but almost unbearable, and Suzie marveled at Miss Dorman's ability to know exactly how tightly to wind her, how far to push her before giving her the main course.

With a final lick of the lips, Julia's tongue gently slipped between Suzie's wide, wet lips. The girl shuddered and squealed as her juices hit Julia's taste buds, they tasted good. She wanted more, wanted to Give her more. Feeling desperate herself now, Julia gave Suzie's molten pussy its first full lick, sliding up to the hard nub of her throbbing clit that was impossible to miss. Suzie gasped and moaned. Julia smiled to herself, adjusted her position slightly, and then proceeded to make a full meal out of her student's pussy.

Suzie moaned a loud, ecstatic moan as Miss Dorman began to light her up like the fourth of July. Instantly overcome with delicious sensations of pleasure she'd never experienced, pleasure different than anything fingers or a cock could give her, Suzie began to writhe and shake, to squeal and yelp. Another woman's tongue was on her for the first time, and not just any tongue, the tongue of her former teacher and friend. Suzie looked down between her trembling legs to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and felt a fresh surge of erotic power course through her as she took in the image of Miss Dorman excitedly and impressively slathering her most sensitive areas with her mouth and tongue.

Suzie sighed, a smile pulling at her lips, and then another rush of excitement surged through her. She knew it wouldn't be long. She could feel it building inside her, an orgasm of unimaginable strength being summoned up by Miss Dorman's mouth, but then, as though she were climbing the first hill of a massive roller coaster, suddenly the drop came, and her whole body felt like it was flying, the moment she felt Miss Dorman slide two fingers inside her.

"Oh God; Oh My God!" Suzie wailed, her words quickly falling into wild, incomprehensible moans as Julia began a steady rocking pulse with her fingers, sliding in and out of the girl's tight, desperate pussy. She loved the way Suzie tasted. It was a familiar taste, one she didn't realize how badly she missed, and the tight squeeze around her fingers sent electric buzzes through her own body. She felt hands in her hair, gripping, squeezing. Suzie's abdomen sucking in deeply and wildly, gasping for air as she neared the precipice. Moans. Loud moans. Passionate, desperate moans. This was it, she knew it, and then Suzie's thighs gripped tight around her head and her whole body spasmed.

It began inside her stomach. A bright, hot explosion that shot through every fiber of her body, like a crashing wave with a strong undertow. Suzie's pussy gripped and gushed, all as her favorite teacher played her like a musical instrument. Suzie was cumming harder than she could remember ever cumming before, cumming on another woman's tongue and fingers for the very first time. She was soaring on a wind of pleasure, and she never wanted to come down. Why had she waited so long? Why had she been so afraid? She knew in that moment she would never be afraid or embarrassed to go after what she wanted ever again.

Slowly the surge of bliss ebbed away, and her breath started to return to normal. Suzie's tightened fist released Julia's hair as she let out a long, deep sigh of contentment. Julia's licking turned to gentle kisses, and she held her fingers still just inside Suzie's entrance, giving the squeezes and erratic pulses of orgasm aftershocks something to grip on to. She learned from her college girlfriend that aftercare was just as important as the act itself, if not more so. With a final soft kiss, Julia slipped her fingers out of her student's body, and kissed her way up the girl's tingling torso, tucking her body in close as she lay next to her, holding her in the afterglow.

Suzie basked in the sensations. Her pussy was buzzing, her body felt alive, and she was becoming entranced with the soft stroking of Miss Dorman's hand on her milky tit. She could feel her teacher's breath on her neck, warm and soothing. She turned toward the instructor, and was met with a gentle smile, one with a hint of naughtiness beneath it. She had nothing but love for Miss Dorman, a thankful love for helping her break through the biggest personal barrier she had, but then, as Suzie noticed the wet glisten around her teacher's mouth, there was something else. A lust. A need.

Suzie leaned in and kissed her teacher, and there, for the first time, Suzie tasted the hot tang of pussy juice on her own tongue.

Suzie pulled back, licking her own lips. It was like an electric shock on her taste buds, and she wanted more. Pulling Miss Dorman's body tight to hers, Suzie kissed her teacher again, a deep, tongue-filled kiss, one that explored every deep corner of Miss Dorman's mouth. Suzie wanted more of that taste, and she knew how to get it. She knew there was one more thing Miss Dorman needed to teach her.

It was Julia's turn to tingle with excitement as her student's lips began to cascade down her neck. She was hoping Suzie would have this reaction, and as the girl's hands gripped and squeezed the teacher's flesh, Julia's body began to pitch and roll against Suzie's in desire, and soft coos and moans began to escape her throat. The attention being paid to her tingling person felt exquisite, and she let out a long sigh when Suzie's lips found their way to her nipples. But it was the girl's fingers that began to excite her the most. As Suzie suckled delightfully on Julia's tit, the girl's hands were sinking lower and lower.

Suzie was overtaken with lust, but there was still a slight hesitation as her fingers got closer and closer to what she really wanted. When she first felt the fabric of Miss Dorman's panties, a nervous instinct sent her hands straight past them and down to the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. She stroked and pet, eliciting more soft exclamations of excitement from her teacher, as her nerves momentarily took over.

But it was truly just a moment. Miss Dorman's tongue had blown open a door to her own sexual confidence, and so, not wasting another moment, Suzie sat up, and with both hands slid Miss Dorman's panties down over her languid hips, revealing a fully-shaven cunt, lips wide and swollen, glistening with lust.

Suzie looked down at her prize. Gently she ran her fingers across the sensitive skin. It was soft to the touch, softer, she thought, than anything she'd ever felt in her life. Miss Dorman shuddered as Suzie's finger traced over her desperate lips. Then a soft gasp from both of them as Suzie dared to touch her teacher's dripping center. It was just a gentle touch at first. The warmth of Miss Dorman's body teasing Suzie's fingertip. Beckoning her. Suzie could no longer resist, she pushed gently, and they both gasped again as Suzie's finger sank into her teacher's cunt like warm butter.

Julia Dorman shuddered as a spike of pleasure rocketed through her body. She couldn't believe what was happening, Suzie Travino, a girl she had taught in school and befriended afterward, currently had her fingers inside her. They pushed slowly, but deeply, and soon Julia could feel the girl's other knuckles pressed against her lips. They held there for a minute, feeling, probing her depths, and then slowly began to slide out. Then in again. Then out. Julia lolled her head back and smiled in disbelief, getting finger fucked by her student was not something she had expected to be doing when she agreed to this trip, but goddamn if she wasn't glad it was happening. And she knew it wasn't over yet.

Suzie looked down at her pistoning fingers, slick with her teacher's juices, looked at her swollen, gripping lips, and felt her own pussy gush. Sliding her fingers in and out of Miss Dorman's hot snatch was as much a tease for Suzie as it was for her teacher, and soon the fire inside became overwhelming. Slowly she removed her fingers and brought them up to her mouth. They were soaked. First a lick, a sharp buzz running over her tongue. She wanted more. She slipped her fingers into her mouth, licking and suckling all the hot juices from them.

Almost in a daze she pulled them out, and looked down at her teacher once more. Miss Dorman's hands glided smoothly over the skin of her inner thighs, butterflying her legs open, beckoning Suzie like a siren's call. For Suzie there was no more fear, no more awkwardness, no more reticence, only passion. Only desire. There was a final lick of her lips, prepping them for the experience in front of her, and then Suzie's entire body melted down between Miss Dorman's legs, face first.

In retrospect she would think maybe she should have taken her time a bit more, but she had spent her whole life taking her time, time wasted being afraid, now was the time for action. Her mouth and tongue homed in on Miss Dorman's cunt like a magnet, and with a big, long lick, Suzie Travino finally got her first taste of pussy.

Julia gasped as the girl's tongue hit her delicate parts, and her breath barely returned as Suzie began to ravenously explore. Julia chuckled through the jolts of pleasure, there was getting eaten out, and then there was what Suzie was doing to her. She was a natural, and Julia could feel the years of repression melting away with each lick and suckle. Her hands were everywhere too, sliding up Julia's body, grasping, feeling, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, the sensations were overwhelming. She had been on edge enough as it was from the tongue lashing she had given Suzie moments before, and so she knew it wouldn't be long. There was just one thing she needed to put her over the edge.

"Fingers; inside me;” she gasped, "; Please."

Suzie's ass wiggled like a happy dog as her teacher instructed her on her pleasure. She couldn't believe she had waited so long to do this, sex had always felt good, but sex with another woman, with Miss Dorman, well that felt Right. Not wasting another moment, Suzie's hand slipped down under her chin and inserted two fingers deep into her teacher's body. Miss Dorman's juices and Suzie's saliva prepared the way, and those fingers began pushing, driving, in and out, summoning shorter, louder, more desperate moans from the overwhelmed educator.

Suzie may have been new to this, but she wasn't new to sex, and she had enough experience to know when someone was on the road to cumming. She smiled against her teacher's wet skin, then locked her lips and tongue onto Miss Dorman's hard, sensitive clit.

Julia wailed, even louder, her body beginning to uncontrollably wriggle. This was it, she was going to cum. Suzie Travino, her student, the class valedictorian, was going to make her cum.

Suzie never let up her ministrations. She was focused and locked in on the task in front of her, on the joyous expression of love between them. Sounds were coming from her teacher like she had never heard before, sounds followed by short, hard breaths, then a hard, deep spasm of the whole body. Miss Dorman went stiff, and then Suzie felt it, the thick, throbbing contractions around her thrusting fingers. And then a deep, guttural release of sound. Suzie's body tingled with excitement and satisfaction, she was making Miss Dorman, her friend, her high school teacher, cum.

Soon the waves began to settle, and Miss Dorman's body and breath began to calm. Copying what her teacher had done for her, Suzie let her fingers linger gently at Miss Dorman's entrance, her licks and sucks turning to tender kisses. Then, with a final kiss, Suzie slid her body up that of her teacher and held her close, kissing her as the sweet, post-orgasmic come down washed over her.

"How'd I do?" Suzie said, breaking the tension of the moment. She knew exactly how she did, but she still wanted to hear it.

"A plus," her teacher said with a deep chuckle, "A-fucking-plus.

The two girls laughed with delight as they got their bearings, sitting up on the soft, plush rug. Suddenly they both remembered they weren't alone. In the heat of their moment, they had completely forgotten Arthur was still in the room. He hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound the whole time, letting the two have their intimate moment. There he sat, right where they left him, head gently leaning on one hand, smirk on his face, his perfect cock high and hard once more.

"That was incredible," He said finally. A slight blush of embarrassment came over the two girls, but it quickly dissipated. He was right. It Was incredible. But what would happen now? There was a palpable tension in the air as the three of them sat in silence, eyes darting back between each other. Suzie wasn't sure what the other two were thinking, but she knew what she was thinking. These two amazing humans, Arthur and Miss Dorman, were incredibly loving, incredibly generous, and incredibly, incredibly hot. Looking back and forth between their sexy bodies, between Miss Dorman's silky curves and Arthur's hard muscles, she only knew one thing for certain: she was soaking wet.

Reaching for Miss Dorman's hand, their fingers intertwined. They looked each other in the eyes, and with a flick of her head, Miss Dorman knew exactly what Suzie had in mind. She smiled in recognition, and then the teacher and her pupil crawled their way toward Arthur's thick erection, together.

Suzie always loved having cantaloupe for breakfast. For whatever reason, it was a sweet fruit she preferred to have as part of her morning routine when available, and sitting on the veranda of the resort restaurant among the other guests, looking out over the gorgeous water, she savored every bite just as she was determined to savor the last two days in this place that felt only a few steps south of heaven.

A warm morning breeze kissed her face. Her eyes closed and a smile crept over her lips. She knew there'd never be anything else quite like Mediterranean air caressed by the sun. Taking a sip of her espresso, she looked around at all the others and began to wonder. What did they do behind the closed doors of their rooms here at night? She wondered if they wondered too; but Suzie knew, sitting there in the bright morning light, that no one on that veranda could have guessed how she spent her evening the night before. As the cool, sweet flesh of the melon touched her tongue, the young woman smiled; and remembered.

She remembered how the night started, a wonderful dinner with Arthur and Miss Dorman, in front of many of these same people, once again oblivious to what was to come. She remembered the excitement, the anticipation growing between them.

She remembered back in the suite, exposing her tits to Arthur, his lips and tongue sucking on them. She remembered how wet it made her.

She remembered his perfectly sculpted body, nude before her, as she lowered to her knees to be face to face with his thick, hard cock.

She remembered taking him into her mouth, loving on his length with everything she could muster. She remembered how much he filled her up, remembered each twitch and jolt of his firm member against her soft palette.

She remembered taking his full balls into her hand, feeling them, rolling them, just as they began to contract and spasm. She remembered the exhilarating, erotic jolt that went through her body as Arthur moaned and filled her mouth with his hot cum. She remembered the feeling of accomplishment as she gleefully swallowed him, knowing that she had done an excellent job.

And she remembered that Miss Dorman had been by her side the entire time, teaching her, directing her, cheering her on.

She also remembered the buzz of excitement that rocketed through her when Miss Dorman kissed her. The tingle of nerves and the roiling of desperate loins as those same lips sucked on her nipples. The almost out of body experience of pleasure when that tongue touched her clit.

She remembered how blissfully surreal it was when Miss Dorman, her former high school teacher, her friend, made her cum.

She also remembered the fire it lit inside her, a fire she had been denying for so many years, a fire she finally let consume her as she returned the favor to her favorite teacher, the woman who had taught her so much, devouring the young educator's pussy, licking, sucking, fingering, touching, until she writhed and screamed in orgasm.

She remembered it was the first woman she had ever done that to; and that she was determined more than ever for it not to be the last.

All these lurid memories came flooding back as Suzie sat there innocently enjoying her breakfast, but what really made her tingle, what made her shift in her seat, was the memory of what came next.

Suzie and Miss Dorman, bodies still freshly tingling from their shared pleasure, looked over to find Arthur silently watching them from a nearby lounge chair, still nude, and painfully erect. There was a moment of tension, of hesitation, shared among the three, but Suzie knew what they were all thinking. She also knew she was going to need to be the one to initiate, and so with a broad, knowing smile, she took her teacher by the hand, and the two nude vixens crawled over to Arthur.

Positioned between Arthur's legs, the two beauties looked at the prize in front of them. Suzie still couldn't believe how nice Arthur's cock was, or that she had had it in her mouth, that she had Wanted it in her mouth. The memory sent a tingle down her spine, and reminded her of what else she wanted. She wanted to see the best at work up close.

She didn't have to wait long. Miss Dorman was locked in on the task at hand, and without any hesitation she reached up and gently touched the skin of Arthur’s most sensitive area. He flexed and pulsed in excited response. She smiled. She leaned in. she took him into her mouth.

An audible groan emanated from all three of them.

Suzie couldn't take her eyes off the display before her, gently stroking Arthur's strong leg as she watched her high school teacher lavish his length with wet licks and deep sucks that left him bright and glistening with each outward stroke. Suzie's free hand that wasn't stroking Arthur's leg slowly snaked down and began stroking her own pussy.

Miss Dorman took Arthur deep, took him long, and for a few moments seemed to be in some sort of sexual trance. She took him down to the root, pushing her nose into his pubic hair, exciting Suzie to no end as she realized he must be well into the teacher's throat. It was as impressive as it was sexy, and even though Suzie couldn't do that yet, she knew she someday would.

Slowly, and languidly, Miss Dorman drew her mouth down Arthur's length and off his tip, a thick rope of saliva extending between them, begging her not to go. Julia caught her breath, then stroked the thick fluid back onto Arthur's cock, never breaking eye contact with him. Suzie was entranced, more than content to touch herself while watching an expert at work, but then Miss Dorman shifted to the side, opening a path for the young girl. Still gripping Arthur by his glistening base, the teacher looked at her student, and wordlessly offered her a turn.

Propelled purely by lust and irrepressible erotic heat, Suzie took her place, and then took his cock. She felt her loins churn as soon as he entered her mouth. It was exhilarating, knowing that this cock was in another mouth, Miss Dorman's mouth, just moments before. The heat of the situation took over, and Suzie began sucking in earnest, showing them both everything she had learned.

When she finally came up for air, she looked up at Arthur. His chest was rising and falling in big erratic waves as he gasped for breath. She looked at Miss Dorman, stroking her own pussy the way Suzie had been just moments before. Suzie saw the hunger in her teacher's eyes, and couldn't help but smile, shift her weight, and offer Arthur's cock back to the lusty educator.

Julia barely hesitated before slotting back in and taking Arthur deep once more, and from there began the most fun Suzie had ever had with a cock, as she and her high school teacher took turns teasing and pleasing Arthur's spectacular rod. In retrospect Suzie couldn't believe how long he lasted with two women slathering him the way they were, as Suzie was practically on the edge of cumming just from participating. It was the hottest experience of her young life, from stroking his full balls while Miss Dorman sucked on his flared tip, to hearing her teacher whisper "relax; just relax;” as Suzie tried, and ultimately failed to take the entire length into her throat, to holding his hard, thick rod by the base and feeding it to Miss Dorman's greedy mouth.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Arthur chuckled, pulling his tender wand away from the ravenous girls, "I just need a minute to; Wow." The three of them shared a big laugh as they looked at each other, taking in the moment, but Suzie wasn't satisfied. There was more she wanted.

"Arthur?" she cooed, inching in close to him, and playfully resting her chin on his bare knee.

"Yes, Suzie?"

"I want;” the words caught in her throat. Suzie realized when it came to sex, she had never once in any of her experiences said those words to a lover. Never voiced what she really desired, only paid attention to the wants of the person she was with. Tonight, however, was her night, as would all the nights be to come. Tonight she wasn't afraid to tell them both what she wanted.

"Yes?"

Suzie looked at Arthur, lips parted in a lusty pout, then turned to look at Miss Dorman. Suzie could tell the teacher was on pins and needles waiting to hear the next words.

"Arthur; Miss Dorman; I want to watch you two fuck."

"Well; I'm not; I'm not sure," Arthur said. Suzie smirked, she bet this was the first time he had ever been surprised on one of these trips.

"Please, Arthur," She purred, once again taking position between his legs. Her hands went onto his thighs, feeling their length. Her head dipped low, and she looked up at him with her lips positioned right above the still straining head of his cock. "Please?"

Suzie parted her lips, and with a swirl of her tongue took his sensitive flesh into her mouth.

Arthur gasped. Suzie's mouth began watering as she worked his hot shaft, and she did nothing to stop it, she wanted him ready. She wanted him slick. She could taste the viscous clear fluid that seeped out of his excited tip. She was quickly learning to love the taste. It sent a shiver through her body and made her double her efforts on the poor man.

Julia smiled, locking lusty eyes with Arthur as Suzie worked him over. Suzie was such a good student, she always had been, but now she was just showing off. And it was working. Sliding backward onto the plush, furry rug, Julia leaned back seductively and opened her legs. She ran her hands over the insides of her thighs, she didn't need to touch her pussy to know she was soaking wet, then extended one hand out toward Arthur, giving him a distinct, purposeful request with one curling finger.

Suzie felt Arthur's body start to move, and then a gentle push of both his hands lifted her sucking mouth off his cock, a thick, desperate web of saliva connecting her lips to him like a leash before snapping off. He began to move off the chair, and Suzie looked back behind her to see Miss Dorman ready and waiting. She smiled, wiped her mouth, and melted down to the rug beside her teacher with Arthur crawling after her not far behind.

Buzzing with excitement, Suzie sidled up to Miss Dorman's side as Arthur positioned himself between the educator's legs. She kept her face low to the ground, close to Miss Dorman's; she wanted to experience that angle from the previous night, experience what it was like to have a living sculpture like Arthur tower over your wanton helpless form, and then take you.

Julia's eyes were burning with lust. She loved Arthur's cock, loved Arthur, and couldn't wait to have him right there and then and Arthur knew it. He loved to tease her, and tonight was no different, it was his turn to show off. He stroked his hand up and down his thick length, priming it, making sure both the girls got a good look. Julia felt Suzie's hips rock into hers at the display. He licked his fingers and reached down to feel his prize. She knew he knew she was more than ready for him, but the gentle pressure of his fingers against her dripping center hit her like the first bite of a chocolate bar. "Fuck me; please; fuck me;” she shuddered.

Arthur smiled, moved into position, and obliged her.

Suzie held her breath as she watched his big cock disappear into her teacher in one, agonizingly slow push. She felt Miss Dorman's body tremble against hers, and her the two lovers both gasp when the skin of their hips pressed firmly together. He was inside her. Completely.

Arthur shifted his weight, slowly pulling back, then pushing back in. Another deep sigh from Miss Dorman projected from her throat, her body shifting and rolling against each delicious thrust. As Arthur began to find a rhythm, sighs turned to moans of passion, and Miss Dorman's eyes closed in pleasure. Suzie's attention was glued to the scene in front of her, watching these two lovers move as one. The feeling of her teacher's body writhing against hers turned her on immensely. The pitch and roll of Miss Dorman's peaks and valleys was hypnotic, and Suzie couldn't resist the urge to touch her.

Julia was so lost in the moment that she barely recognized Suzie's hands on her body. She smiled to herself, the girl was learning so fast. Arthur's cock inside her was sending her to the moon, and knowing that her student was there with her to experience it kept her pussy extra wet for him, but she knew there was even more pleasure available. She wrapped her arm around Suzie, pulling her close. The young girl looked at her in surprise. Julia couldn't form words if she had wanted to at that moment, but the fact was she didn't need to. All she needed to do was look at Suzie and lick her lips.

Suzie's body was on fire. Miss Dorman's hand was on her ass, and her lips were glistening and waiting. She put one hand on her teacher's tit and squeezed. A deep moan returned her gesture, then another lick of the lips. Suzie could no longer resist, and with a lick of her own lips, melted down to Miss Dorman's level and kissed her. Deeply.

and coos emanating with each skilled movement. Suzie could tell she was close, and she wanted nothing more than to help Arthur please her.

Suzie turned back to Julia and kissed the educator deep on the lips. Julia shuddered when Suzie's lips left hers and began kissing down her neck, lavishing her with licks and sucks. Over her collarbone, down the flat of her chest, Julia held her breath despite the thrusting cock inside her, releasing it in a long, lusty moan when Suzie's lips clamped around her hard nipple.

"Oh my God; oh my God," she moaned as her body was assaulted by the intense pleasure of a man's cock inside her, and another woman's lips on her nipples. Suzie loved them and licked them, squeezing and kneading with her hands. Julia's two lovers were driving her wild, and that glorious, wicked spring inside her quickly coiled and tightened, sending hot, desperate need through each nerve.

"Fuck; oh my; oh my;” was all she got out before the spring snapped. Julia's arm held Suzie close to her body like a vice, and her other arm shot out to the side frantically looking for something to grab, finding only long, shag carpet. It would have to do. Her body shook, her pussy spasmed, and Julia Dorman's entire body exploded in raucous orgasm.

Arthur pushed in deep and held himself there, like he knew she liked. Julia's cumming body needed something thick and hard to squeeze, something her ex-fiancé never figured out. But Arthur did. She gripped and squeezed his hard rod, so deep inside her, while Suzie continued sending shockwaves through her hard nipples with her sucking mouth.

Suzie couldn't believe what she was experiencing, and never wanted it to end. Unfortunately though, Miss Dorman eventually began to calm down, gently pushing her student away from her swollen nipples. Looking down the teacher's body, Suzie swallowed hard watching Arthur slowly and tenderly slip his still-hard cock, glistening with thick juice, from Miss Dorman's tight canal.

The three lovers took a minute to settle themselves and catch their breaths. Eyes darted back and forth between each of them, all still bewildered at what was happening. Julia sat up, and brushed some stray hair from her sweaty forehead. She looked at Suzie, who giggled. The girl was an erotic vision, reclined onto one arm, the swell of her hips like a beautiful ocean wave. Each deep breath and chuckle gave a delectable jiggle to her full tits.

Julia wanted more.

Leaning in she kissed the girl once again, and felt no resistance as she laid her down onto her back. Now it was Suzie's turn to gasp, Suzie's turn to moan, as lips and tongue peppered their way down her neck onto her tits, then lower to her belly.

Suzie was buzzing once again, Miss Dorman's mouth was incredible, tingling all over as her teacher made her way downward. She had spread her legs wide with no assistance this time, she wanted that tongue again. She was dripping for it. Just before Miss Dorman reached her sopping center, though, the teacher looked back over her shoulder at Arthur, then wiggled her ass as she leaned in to claim Suzie's prize once more.

Suzie was intrigued by the gesture for a moment, but quickly lost track of everything when Miss Dorman's tongue once again began practicing its magic on her pussy. She lolled her head back in ecstasy, closing her eyes, taking in all the sensations she was experiencing. Miss Dorman wasted no time this go round, and Suzie gasped when she felt two fingers push inside her, intensifying the pleasure. Suzie was lost in a swirl of sensations, it was not going to take her long to cum.

Suzie focused on the feelings Miss Dorman's tongue and fingers were creating, but then there was another, less familiar feeling. A feeling of pushing. It felt amazing, but she couldn't figure out its origin, it was more than just Miss Dorman's fingers pushing into her, it was her whole mouth pushing into her clit, amplifying each lick and suck. Suzie's eyes popped open to investigate, and a new wave of intense pleasure crashed over her when she realized what it was: positioned behind Miss Dorman's heart-shaped ass raised up high was Arthur, thrusting deeply and purposefully into the body of his lover.

His body was glistening, hard muscles flexing and firing as he fucked Suzie's teacher. Suzie could barely stand it, she felt each one of his thrusts, it was almost as though he was fucking her Through Miss Dorman. The erotic thought sent the young girl into overdrive, and she started to wriggle and moan. Arthur's pumping cock, pressing Miss Dorman deeper into her cunt, was about to make the dam burst.

Head tossing wildly, she focused for a moment on Arthur, an intense, focused grimace on his face that told Suzie he was going to cum. The pace of his fucking increased. Suzie could feel Miss Dorman moaning into her body as her lips and fingers pushed into her faster and faster. Arthur's breath became a ragged hiss through clenched teeth. A deep, uncontrollable moan of "Fuck" slipping from his throat was all it took to put Suzie over the edge.

"Uh; Uh; Fuck, I'm Cumming!" She gasped, and her body exploded. One hand shot down into Miss Dorman's hair, gripping tightly. The first jolt of orgasm sent one of her legs into the air. Arthur caught her ankle with his hand and held it tight. Their eyes locked, and with a series of final deep pushes, Arthur let out three deep groans, then held rigidly tight against Miss Dorman's ass as he emptied himself into her.

Arthur was cumming inside Miss Dorman, but to Suzie it was almost like he was cumming inside her. The thought sent a renewed surge of orgasmic pleasure through her, and the two new lovers, who hadn't even met a few weeks ago, shared a special moment of ultimate bliss brought on by a woman that they both loved.

Waves of addictive pleasure crashed over them, making their three bodies one for a glorious moment, and then the tide began to recede. The lovers gently disengaged, melting down to the soft rug, exhausted, holding each other sweetly as the cool night breeze lulled them to sleep. There, on the floor of the suite, her arms draped over the naked bodies of her high school teacher and a man she hardly knew, all Suzie could think was "; wow."

Suzie awoke the next morning slowly and softly, summoned by the warm sun and the rhythmic sound of lapping ocean waves. She hesitated to open her eyes, afraid that the night before had just been a wild dream. Her hands shifted, and felt the plush fur of the suite floor rug. She smiled, it had not been a dream.

Stretching and rising, she realized for the first time that she was alone in the room. Still wiping sleep from her eyes she got up and scanned the room looking for her companions. Nothing seemed changed from the night before except one thing, the door to Arthur's room was closed. Quietly she floated over to the door, and as she got closer, sounds coming from the other side got louder. Sweet sounds. Moans and gasps of love and pleasure. She felt that familiar tingle run through her. A part of her wanted to join them, but she didn't, this was their time. They deserved it.

Smiling, she moved to the big open entryway to the balcony, stepping out into the morning rays. She was fully nude, and didn't care who saw her, she felt reborn. As the saying went, this was the first day of the rest of her life, a life she was excited to finally live.

Suzie finished her breakfast with a smile and a final tingle of the erotic memory of the night before, then made her way down to the beach for some sun. She had a very important night in front of her, and she wanted to make sure she looked as good as possible.

That night she was meeting up with Monica. And that night she was going to finish what they started.

Monica's fingers had felt so good Suzie's body, but she had been too timid to give in to the feelings she was having, feelings she'd been having her whole life, feelings that up until last night she had struggled to keep repressed. But there was no repression left, no embarrassment. She knew what she wanted now, and what she wanted was Monica.

She felt a little bad, in the checkout line once again at the lingerie store, using Arthur's card to buy yet another set of expensive lingerie, but she knew something like this is exactly why he gave it to her. She spent the better part of an hour trying things on until she found the perfect ensemble. Lacy and white, with sheer fabric accenting her curves, even the girl who worked at the store seemed taken aback by how hot Suzie looked in it.

Then it was off to another clothing store, to find the perfect outfit for the evening. Suzie was feeling confident, powerful, and opted for a thigh length dress and belt combination that showed off her great legs. But it wasn't quite complete until she set her eyes on the sharp, stiletto heels in the front window. They added an inch or so, and added some statuesque glamour to the girl’s posture.

After a long shower where she resisted every temptation to touch herself, thinking about the night that was in front of her, Suzie did her hair and her makeup, and put on all the lovely new things she had purchased.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning," she heard from behind her as she exited her room. It was Arthur, standing by the doorway to the balcony. "Come here. Let me look at you."

Suzie smiled, and walked over to him. He smiled broadly as she exaggerated her steps, kicking her hips side to side, then doing a breezy spin.

"Where's Miss Dorman; Julia?" Suzie said with a bit of hopefulness to her voice.

"She left. Had to get home. She wanted to say goodbye, but you were; well you were preoccupied," he said, looking the girl over once more. "God; you really do look amazing."

There was a tension in the moment between them. Suzie knew if he wanted to, he was well within his rights under their agreement to have her drop to her knees right there and suck his cock, making a mess of her carefully applied make up. Suzie felt a tingle run through her as she recognized there was a little part of her that wished he would. But he didn't.

"Have an amazing time tonight," he said with a sweet smile, squeezing her hand in his.

Suzie looked into the eyes of this amazing man, and smiled back. He was something else. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you, Arthur."

Suzie did one more spin and made her way toward the door.

"And don't worry," he called after her, "you'll have the whole place to yourself tonight. You know; if you need it."

Suzie paused to look at him one last time, smiled, and went on her way.

Suzie was sitting at the table she had reserved, overlooking the water. The sky turned bold colors as the sun went to bed behind the mountains. Suzie sighed, she could not get over how gorgeous this place was. Being there was an absolute dream, and she knew it was an experience she would never forget. She swirled the wine in her glass. She was taking her time with it, as she didn't want to be too far gone for what was undoubtedly to come that evening. Her body was tingling with anticipation, and for a moment her thoughts began to race, wondering if Monica was even going to show up. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe Suzie would be all alone. Maybe she had scared the girl away. Maybe;

Suzie's trepidations vanished into vapor as a wall of patrons split like the red sea. Stepping through was the front of house girl, her arm outstretched toward Suzie, pointing the way, and then there, almost as though she were being served up to Suzie like an entree, was Monica.

Suzie gasped slightly as she took in the vision before her. Open heels revealed perfectly painted toes. Black slacks, comfortable and flowing, showed off the glorious curve of her hips, but it was the white blouse she wore that gave Suzie the most pause. Unbuttoned down to her navel, the two sides of the garment clung delicately to the insides of Monica's considerable tits, exposing enough skin for Suzie to know she was not wearing a bra. Perfect lips, perfect eyes, perfect raven-colored hair all topped off the look. Suzie stood to meet her, already smitten.

Monica's perfect mouth broke into a wide smile, one that Suzie matched as the two hugged. Not exactly sure what to do next, Suzie's eyes tripped to some of the other patrons of the restaurant. There was more than one man eyeing Monica, even ones who were clearly there with other women. She smiled. They wanted her.

Suzie pulled the girl in tight, and in front of every eye in the restaurant, Suzie kissed her. She wanted everyone to know, -she wanted Monica to know, that Monica was hers.

"Wow that was; wow," the French beauty said, flustered, as their lips parted.

"We're just getting started," Suzie said with a confident, lusty smile. Monica's eyebrows bumped in excitement, and they kissed again. Somehow able to pull away from each other, the two girls sat down and prepared for dinner.

To be continued. Based on a post by Liminally Spaced, for Literotica.

Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 5

Suzie has one last request.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The two girls talked like the oldest of friends, laughing and sharing stories about their lives, but neither of them did much eating. Their attention was focused on each other, locked in with the delightful buzz of anticipation. Their conversation seemed innocent enough, but their fingers, interlocked on the table top, belied something much more intimate.

They shared about each other's families, about growing up, and inevitably broached the subject of past relationships. After laughs and giggles at a myriad of youthful bumbles and failures, the mood settled for a moment and Suzie asked the question she was dying to know the answer to.

"Monica; when did you; know?"

Monica paused for a moment, trying to follow her new friend's line of questioning.

"When did I know what?"

"You know," Suzie said, lowering her eyelids to give Monica a dusky look, "when did you Know?"

Monica smiled and took a drink, understanding fully now.

"I've always known," she said with a coy smile, "there was never any doubt for me."

"When was the first time?" Suzie asked, feeling a flutter delightful in her belly.

"There were dalliances," the raven-haired beauty replied, touching the lip of her glass gingerly with the tip of one perfectly manicured finger, "but the first true time was the night of my eighteenth birthday, a birthday I shared with a close friend. There had always been flirtations, and she was well aware of my; preferences; but it wasn't until that night when we shared a celebration; then shared a bath; then shared each other."

Suzie swallowed hard and shifted in her seat at the imagery running through her mind. "Have you ever; with a man?" she asked after a dry-throated moment.

"No," she answered, and for some reason Suzie actually felt relieved. She didn't want to share this woman with anyone, especially a man. Then a faraway look came to Monica's eyes and a smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. "However, my first year in university there was a boy I showed my tits to."

Suzie suddenly became jealous. "Why?" she asked.

"Because I had never seen a penis in real life before," she said with a faint chuckle, "and he claimed his was; quite large."

"Was it?" Suzie said, now her turn to chuckle."

All the girl did was nod and smile.

"And so, as a thank you, you showed him your tits?" Suzie said more as a statement than a question. Monica's eyes drifted far away again. Suzie couldn't help but notice.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I told him I wanted to see everything," Monica said, shifting in her seat herself this time, "so I showed him my tits; and he let me watch him pleasure himself."

Suzie felt a cold bead of sweat roll down her back at the revelation. She couldn't get the image out of her mind, this faceless college boy stroking his huge cock, stroking it for this goddess and her perfect tits. She bet it didn't take him long to cum. She bet it shot high and thick into the air.

"Did you like it?" She finally asked, trying to shake her head out of fantasy.

"It was interesting," she said, wistfully, "it was; fun."

"And you never;”

"No. He wanted to, obviously, but like I said; I always knew." Monica looked directly into Suzie's soul as she said the words.

They sat in silence for a moment, each taking in the growing tension.

"And you?" Monica said, finally.

"And me what?"

"How many men have you been with?"

Suzie was taken aback slightly. Monica hadn't asked IF she had been with men, she asked How Many. She was almost insulted, but of course Suzie's inner conflict was apparent. She was still young, still had urges. It was obvious she had experimented with men.

"I;” she paused, unsure of exactly how to answer the question. She thought about all the handjobs she gave in high school, all the disappointing sex she'd had in college; she thought about Arthur; ”a few," she finally said.

"Does that include your; associate?" Monica asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Suzie tensed up. "Well no; I mean;” she was fumbling, not sure how she wanted to broach the topic of Arthur. The truth was she didn't want to, but looking at the beautiful creature before her, looking into her hypnotic eyes, she realized she wanted to tell her everything.

And with a deep breath, Suzie did just that.

Suzie told Monica about her father, about meeting Arthur, about the deal, about the trip, about the first time in the elevator, about the handjob she gave him by the tree, and then, in a surprise even to herself, she told her all about her time with Miss Dorman.

"I see," Monica said finally, processing everything she just heard.

"I'm so sorry, that was; that was a lot. Too much." Suzie suddenly was wracked with anxiety. What would Monica think of this? Would she think her a slut? Was she scaring her away? "You must think I'm awful."

"No, not at all," Monica said with a warm smile. "I'm so happy that you took a journey to find yourself." Her hand floated across the table and intertwined with Suzie's. "And I'm so, So happy that journey brought you to me."

Their eyes locked. Suzie expected her mouth to go dry, but it was the exact opposite, she was practically salivating. She was hungry, hungry for Monica.

If there were more words spoken between them after that point, Suzie couldn't remember, because the next moments were a complete blur of butterflies, excitement, and deep, deep need. She'd later remember those moments as sensations, feelings, more than anything concrete. The heat of Monica's hand in hers as they left the restaurant. The cool metal of the elevator on her back as Monica's body pressed into hers. The sweet taste of Monica's lips. The warm night breeze on her skin as they rushed through the suite and into Suzie's room. The firm click of the door shutting behind them.

The two lovers tumbled into the room attached at the mouth, until the sudden stop of the bed against her legs caused Suzie to fall to a seat in front of Monica. They each caught their breath. Their lips may have parted, but their eyes were still locked on each other. Suzie took in the form of the dusky goddess in front of her, accented by the moonlight streaming in through the window. Monica was standing only a foot or so away, but to Suzie it felt like a mile.

Monica's hands slid up the dark fabric of her pants, and her fingers began to delicately play with the opened front of her white blouse, the lone barrier of thin fabric that kept her perfect tits out of view. Suzie's breath caught in her throat. Monica's fingers drifted up and down the edges of the loose garment, a wry smile forming on her lips as she teased. Suzie could see the smooth skin of her chest, the subtle, full swell of the inside curve of her tits, and she was overcome with a deep heat. She felt her legs involuntarily spread. Monica smiled and stepped forward between them.

No words were said, but Suzie understood. Her own hands floated up to grasp the opened edges of the pure, white shirt. She could see Monica's nipples, hard and waiting, pressing through the thin fabric. Suzie slowly parted the shirt, and it began to melt like butter off Monica's body, the bright white of the blouse giving way to the warm tan of her perfect skin. First her shoulders, then the flat of her chest, the swell of her tits, and then finally, the taut brown points of her hard, glorious nipples.

Suzie gasped silently as she finally set her eyes on Monica's gorgeous tits. Large and firm, they sat on her body like impeccable works of art, accented by faint tan lines that told her Monica preferred to sunbathe in the nude. With her pants still on, and the shirt still wrapped around her arms, Suzie couldn't help but think that Monica resembled the classic statue of Venus. A perfect work of art. A work of art that, at least for that night, belonged entirely to her.

Suzie licked her lips, and with a feeling of total contentment and release, she gripped the girl by the hips, pulled her tight, and let her lips collide with the skin between her tits.

The two girls let out matching exhales of release. This was the moment they had both been waiting so long for. Electricity ran through Monica's body at the feeling of Suzie's lips and tongue on her skin. She felt herself heating up, the kissing of her sternum somehow both longed for satisfaction, but still a tease at the same time. Suzie's hands were hovering at Monica's belt. She wanted them to go higher, but didn't dare rush Suzie on this first moment of connection. No, Monica had waited this long, she could wait a few moments more. A smile pulled at her lips, and her breath pulled in deep and hard as she felt Suzie's hands finally start to slide up her ribcage.

Suzie was ravenous, overcome with lust for the delectable treat in front of her. Monica's skin tasted sweet, but she needed to taste the rest of her, needed to feel the rest of her. The ripple of Monica's ribs danced over Suzie's fingertips as they scaled her torso, and then soon she felt it, the soft swell of two perfect tits. Her fingers delicately felt the curve as they floated gently on the wave of Monica's breath.

Suzie reluctantly pulled her lips off Monica's sweet skin, leaning back enough to look at the prize in front of her. Her hands cupped the supple teardrop mounds on either side and just held them for a moment, feeling their weight. She studied them for a moment, then looked up at Monica, whose lustful gaze burned a hole right through Suzie's being.

Suzie squeezed.

Monica's eyes shut and her mouth hung open in a deep release of breath, her head lolling backward in a display of deep pleasure. It had been a long time since someone had touched her like that, even longer someone she truly wanted.

Monica's rolling head exposed the long, taut flesh of her neck, and Suzie pounced on it. Lips and tongue were a whirlwind, working their way down, squeezing and kneading those perfect tits more and more as she descended. Over the collarbone, across the heaving flat of her chest, onto the soft pillowy flesh of her bosom, and then, without even a hint of hesitation, Suzie's tongue snaked around the hard, outstretched point of Monica's nipple. It danced there for a moment, soft squeals of anticipation leaping from the French girl's throat, and then all at once a deep groan of satisfaction as Suzie took that nipple into her mouth and sucked.

The taste was divine, but what really got Suzie's juices going, what truly made her addicted, was the reaction of Monica's body to her actions. She wriggled and writhed against Suzie's mouth and hands, squeaking and squealing as her nipple was made a meal of. It wasn't a cock in her mouth, but nonetheless Suzie put to work everything she had learned about using her mouth to please someone. She used her other hand to tweak the as yet unloved opposite nipple which made Monica gasp. Suzie took that as a sign and jumped her mouth from one to the other, loving on it until she had the urge to jump back, once, then again, then again.

Monica's hands were tight against Suzie's head, holding her deep and close, never wanting the girl's mouth to leave her sensitive flesh. The feeling was astronomical, she had never had her tits sucked like that before, and it was lighting her body up with sensations she never imagined.

Finally she couldn't take anymore and had to reluctantly push Suzie away. The two girls breathed heavy and quick, the heat of the moment taking a moment to come down from. Suzie leaned back on her elbows and the two chuckled, but their reverie didn't last long. Monica looked down at Suzie, splayed back on the bed, and was overcome with lust. Her tits heaved through the plunge in her dress, the skirt of which had climbed high up onto Suzie's bare thigh, high enough for Monica to see the slight peek of white, lace panties underneath.

Wasting no more time, Monica pulled the rest of her blouse off her body, and dropped to her knees between Suzie's legs. Suzie could only watch, her breath now frozen in erotic anticipation, as Monica's hands snaked up over her thighs, grasped the string of her panties, and slid them down off her shining legs.

Normally this would be where Suzie freaked out, slammed her legs shut and bolted, but not tonight. Not This Suzie. This Suzie knew what she wanted, and wanted to let Monica know it. This Suzie slowly butterflied her thighs open, and gave Monica a perfect view of her dripping wet pussy, lips swollen and wide with need.

Monica gazed down at the girl's sacred center with a roiling hunger. She could see the dim light catch and glimmer on the beads of desire she was expressing. Monica needed to taste them, needed to taste Her.

Running her hands slowly and deliberately up the inside of Suzie's thighs, almost like she was priming her, Monica threw her dark hair to one side and tumbled forward, tongue-first, into Suzie's steaming prize.

This time it was Suzie's turn to wail, and as Monica's tongue connected with her most sensitive flesh, she howled, overwhelmed with the glorious sensation. Her breath became deep and ragged as Monica's lips and tongue began expertly dancing over her pussy. That first time with Miss Dorman had been eye opening, but this was heavenly. Suzie shut her eyes and tried to adjust as sparks raced through her person. Each pitch and roll of her lover's tongue sent a new buzz of pleasure through her steaming body. Soon Monica's exploration turned to delicious repetition, and Suzie managed to catch her breath. She smiled. She held herself up precariously on one elbow, while her other hand snaked down and tangled itself in Monica's hair. The experience was no less overwhelming, no less electric, but now she could focus on the pleasure. Her knees pitched upward, bent and spread wide, indicating she wanted more. Monica's hand braced the backs of those thighs, and sent her tongue spiraling deep into Suzie's desperate cunt before resuming her triumphant teasing of her throbbing clit.

Suzie chuckled and shuddered, almost drunk with joy, when suddenly one hand dropped away from her thigh. It was a shift that brought a momentary puzzlement to her, but she quickly understood what was in store for her when she felt the gentle pressure of fingertips against her dripping opening. She moaned. Monica pushed. Suzie's cunt welcomed Monica's long digit inside her. Monica explored her depths. Suzie squeezed. She could feel Monica's moan reverberate against her wanton body. Then suddenly a second finger. A push. Suzie's mouth hung open and she fell backward, both hands clamped to her forehead, a long "Ah" escaping her throat, followed by a breathy "Yes."

This is how she would stay for the next few minutes, splayed out on the bed, skirt bunched at the waist, legs wide, knees pulled up high and tight, shaking, trembling, grasping for purchase desperately against the bed linens, as Monica's fingers thrust and curled inside her with the depth and discipline of a Viking boat headed to Valhalla, all while using the black magic of a talented tongue to summon something ancient from deep inside her. Something hot, something wild, something explosive.

"Oh my God; oh my God!" She cried as the well inside her filled rapidly with white hot pleasure. "My God; baby; baby;” she grunted, "My God!" Suzie's back arched like a breaking wave, that deep howl returning to fire out of her throat like a rocket. It was long and deep, and Monica took notice, bracing herself against Suzie's twitching body as she spasmed, lurched, and erupted in molten orgasm.

It had been good with Miss Dorman, but this was something else entirely. Something otherworldly. The thrusting fingers, the serpentine tongue, the feeling of a true lover pressed deep into her most intimate place, Suzie was absolutely overcome with transcendent pleasure. It was everything she had hoped it would be and more, and there, beneath the tongue and lips of this gorgeous woman, she knew she'd never look back.

Monica listened to Suzie's body, gently rocking her back to earth after such an experience. Her back flattened out against the bed, and her breath and heart rate began their steady descent. "Wow; just; wow;” Suzie repeated, her hands clasped over her eyes almost in embarrassment. Monica smiled, tickled by the girl's overheating, she knew Suzie had nothing to be embarrassed about. Disengaging from Suzie's flushed, still-throbbing sex, Monica dipped her glistening fingers into her mouth, and savored the taste of her lover's pleasure. It was a taste she never tired of. It was a taste that always sent a bright chill through her body.

"Wow; wow;” Suzie was still repeating as Monica slid up the bed, one hand dragging gently over Suzie's sensitive body. Suzie felt fingers grasp her wrists tenderly and ease her hands away from her eyes. Above her overwhelmed person was the sweet, angelic face of Monica.

"Hi," this onyx-haired angel said through glistening, red lips.

"Hi," Suzie managed to eke out. Working her way up to her knees, the two kneeled across from each other, almost like in some sort of prayer, each taking in the energy of the special moment they just shared. Suzie leaned forward, her lips drawn to Monica's like a magnet. It was a sweet kiss. A loving kiss. Pulling back, Suzie's tongue ran over her lips, she could taste herself on them. On Monica.

After one more moment of reflection, Suzie's hands gripped the fringe of her bunched up dress and whisked the entire garment up and over her head, flinging it to the floor. Unsnapping the lacy, white bra she had prepared for the occasion she was now naked, fully vulnerable, in front of the object of her desire.

Suzie took in the sight of Monica’s exquisite body, with curves lit spectacularly by the cool moonlight bathing the bedroom. The dusky goddess gently touched Suzie's face, her thumb touching the soft, supple flesh of Suzie's lips.

"Show me what you have learned," she said, her French accent adding sugary syrup to the request. Suzie looked her in the eye, and gently took the tip of her thumb between her lips. She sucked sweetly. Then, with a grunt of carnal expression, Suzie's lips collided into Monica's once again, and the two girls fell backward onto the soft mattress.

They were a whirlwind of kissing, sucking lips, and squeezing, groping hands. Suzie made short work of the clasps on Monica's pants, and soon the two were the same, both naked and electric, and in each other's arms.

Suzie couldn't believe how amazing Monica's body was, and worshiped every sweet inch of it with her own. They both groaned in satisfaction when Suzie's fingers slid into Monica's sweet, molten center, and the two matched in deep, desperate breaths while Suzie explored and pleased, discovered and teased.

Her glistening fingers slipped out, and she held them up to her face, looking at the gooey treasure that enveloped them. Miss Dorman absolutely was an experience, but at the end of the day, it was practice. This was the real thing. This was a real girl, a real Woman, that she wanted to make love to. And clinging to Suzie fingers were real juices. She plunged the fingers into her mouth. She sucked. She tasted it. She wanted more.

Suzie descended, marking her path with kisses, strokes, and nibbles, until her tongue, still buzzing with the electric tang of Monica's pleasure, reached the erotic core that lay between her legs. She touched the soft skin, the delicate, boiling flesh of Monica's pussy, and without wasting another moment, Suzie dove confidently in and tasted the sweet nectar directly from its source.

Monica moaned deeply, any English she knew seemingly evaporating into a chorus of French exclamations of pleasure as Suzie demonstrated everything Miss Dorman had taught her. She even displayed some new tricks she learned on her own, for she discovered that Monica had a very sensitive, very prominent clit, and being the master fellatrix she was on her way to becoming, Suzie started treating the girl's pleasure nub like a tiny little cock.

She was rewarded with a tsunami of euphoric reaction from Monica's buzzing body. Looking up over Monica's dripping mound, Suzie watched her lover's body pitch and roll, her hard nipples straining to reach the sky atop her thick, trembling tits. Suzie was loving the sensations she was eliciting from Monica's body, loving the power she had to send the girls' body wherever she pleased.

Suzie took the opportunity to shift into the next gear, and with a quick lick of her fingers she slid two of them deep up inside of Monica's body, who wailed and gasped at the new sensation. Her fingers snaked through Suzie's hair, gently petting her, grasping her, as Suzie worked her over. Suzie felt like she was in the zone, dialed in, doing what she should have been doing for years. Her mouth was as wet as Monica's pussy, her fingers touching and stimulating every corner of the girl's pleasure box.

Monica writhed and trembled, holding on to Suzie's head for dear life. She couldn't believe how good this inexperienced girl was making her feel, she was a total natural. Monica only regretted that they found each other so late in their respective trips; she would have loved to have spent every night in this heaven with Suzie next to her in bed. But now, those thoughts were falling away and all she could focus on was the climax building like an earthquake inside her. It started in her toes, and with each thrust and lick, each suck and swirl, it shot to every corner of her body.

Suzie felt the hands in her hair get tighter. This was it. Monica's body arched deeply and quickly, hot breath sucking in and out until her thighs clamped shut around Suzie's head, and she let out a deep, raspy wail. Suzie could feel it, she could feel Monica's throbbing cunt begin to squeeze, pulse and gush. Monica was cumming. Suzie was making her cum.

Suzie smiled to herself as she rode Monica through a wild orgasm, only stopping her stimulating actions when she felt the vice of trembling thigh meat around her head loosen and relax. Slowly she slipped her fingers out of Monica's swollen, soaked cunt, the walls still squeezing them tightly. For a moment Suzie wished she had a penis, as Monica was so tight and so wet it would no doubt be an absolute dream to fuck her.

Licking her fingers clean, she made her way up the panting girl's body and tucked herself in close. The two wrapped their spent limbs around each other and basked in the moment. "You are amazing," Monica said through reclaimed breath, causing them both to chuckle.

"Thank you," Suzie said, feeling her cheeks begin to blush, "you're not so bad yourself." Suzie couldn't stop touching Monica's body, feeling it, experiencing it, marveling at it. Her curves so lush, her nipples so hard, her stomach so flat and delicious. The two rolled toward each other again after a moment and began to slowly, passionately kiss. Eventually their kisses slowed, and they held each other in bliss, as the soft sound of crashing waves lulled them both to a satisfied, contented sleep.

Suzie woke up before the sun, finding herself tucked up against Monica as the big spoon. She smiled, remembering the other night when they had shared a bed together. She wanted to stay there forever, but she knew this was not only their first, but also their last night together. It was bittersweet. She kissed the soft skin beneath Monica's ear. A moan, and a rustle, with Monica pushing her ass back against her. Suzie felt Monica's hand touch her arm, and she smiled. She had a favor to return.

Suzie's hand drifted between Monica's legs, and stroked the half-sleeping girl to another lovely orgasm, this time whispering in her ear, painting a lewd visual picture of Sherri and Duke fucking on the bed beside them. It didn't take Monica long to cum.

Then, wide awake now, Monica pulled Suzie atop her and gripped her ass as Suzie rode Monica's tongue to another rollicking orgasm for herself. Suzie liked the view, and she loved the sensation of fucking Monica's mouth.

They collapsed in a heap of sweat once more and drifted back to sleep.

Waking up for real now, the warm sun cascading in through the open window, the two lovers held each other close, and looked into each other's eyes.

"How do you feel?" Monica finally asked.

It was a question Suzie had been asking herself over and over the past few days, from her experiences with Arthur, to her experiences with Miss Dorman, to now being there in the arms of Monica. She looked back at who she was when the trip started, and who she was now, and only one word sprung to mind: "Perfect."

They kissed once more. They took their time getting up, not wanting their time together to end, making their way to the shower. They said no words, but their bodies did enough talking for both of them. They knew this was it, that when Monica left the suite they would most likely never see each other again, but they dared not admit it. They just enjoyed the time they had left together. Suzie wanted to make sure she remembered every peak and valley of Monica's perfect body. Their slick bodies rubbed together, and in the heat and steam of the water, they brought each other to the full apex of pleasure one final time.

After they both dried off and got dressed, Suzie walked Monica to the door.

"Do you want to get some food, or;” Suzie said, trying to hide the desperation in her voice. Monica only smiled.

"I do, my love," Monica said, twirling a piece of Suzie's hair in her fingers, "but I'm afraid it will just make things harder." Suzie knew she was right, and nodded, a sadness clear on her face. "But I am so glad we had this time together, Suzie," Monica said with a sad smile, "and I can honestly say I will never forget you."

They kissed again, Suzie's body buzzing with joy, and then Monica was gone.

Suzie made herself a coffee in the suite's kitchenette, and drank it silently as she looked out onto the water below.

"You've been so quiet today," Arthur said as he and Suzie shared dinner together. It was their last night before heading home, and Suzie had a lot on her mind.

"I've just been; thinking," she said, wistfully.

"About what?"

"About this trip, about me, about you;” she looked over at him, he looked amazing that night. Grey blazer over impeccably-white undershirt unbuttoned just enough to see the swell of his pecs. She remembered those pecs, straining and flexing when he pushed himself into Miss Dorman, when it felt like he was pushing into Suzie herself. "Just; everything."

"And how do you feel about; everything?" He asked, the slightest timbre of nervousness barely perceptible in his words.

"I feel great," she said without hesitation. "Arthur, this has been the most amazing trip of my entire life. I am literally a new person." She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what she had just said, then remembered the words Miss Dorman had said to her. "No, I'm not a new person; but for the first time in my life I think I know who I Am."

Arthur smiled. "I'm so glad to hear that, Suzie." He held her hand in his gently. "So glad."

They finished their dinner and made their way back to the suite. They shared a nightcap, a final drink there in paradise, on the balcony, and said nothing. Suzie looked over at Arthur, his form almost glowing from the bright moonlight. She thought about everything she had experienced on this trip, everything she had learned, all of it thanks to him. He had been so considerate, so attentive, when he had every right under their agreement not to be. Even there, on their last night together, he was well within his right to have her suck his cock one more time, but he didn't. They were just enjoying the evening together as friends.

Once again, Suzie realized there was a part of her that wished he would ask, wished she could get her mouth around his perfect cock one last time. She felt her body flush with arousal at the thought.

But he didn't, and after finishing their drink, they said their goodnights and went to sleep in their own rooms.

Sitting on the bench attached to the edge of the beautiful sailboat, Suzie watched the resort slowly drift into the distance. She couldn't believe her time was over, but also couldn't believe it had happened at all, that it wasn't just some crazy dream. Looking over at Arthur, who sat near her, she knew it wasn't. The salty sea air gently whipped a lock of his hair around his forehead, and Suzie blushed as he caught her staring. He just smiled, and they continued to sit in silence, watching their paradise fade into memory. Suzie was content with her experience, but she was just short of satisfied. There was something missing, something she couldn't put her finger on, something that she had yet to do.

It was fitting that the final day was warm, but overcast, and she wondered if she'd be warm enough in the outfit she chose. A mid-length skirt draped itself against her naked legs, and her white blouse, no doubt inspired by Monica, was left unbuttoned down to the middle of her sternum, belying the fact that she had chosen to go braless. She found herself daydreaming about Monica, about her body, when the first drops of rain started to fall.

"Oh no," Arthur said, looking up in disbelief, "do you want to go below deck?" It was a sweet gesture, she thought, one she almost took him up on, but it was only a light mist, and as she looked at the moisture clinging itself to Arthur's neck and visible chest, she got a sudden flush of heat through her body again. She couldn't help but be reminded of the sweat on his skin as he fucked Miss Dorman, the look on his face when he finally gave her his cum, or the deep, full-body orgasm Suzie had as he did. She felt her nipples get conspicuously hard beneath her white shirt.

It was then that the skies opened up, and the light mist of rain turned into a thick, broad downpour.

Suzie yelped, the cold rain snapping her out of her memories "I take it back, below deck, below deck!" She shouted. Arthur grabbed her gently by the hand, and the two made their way over the slick boards down below propelled by their shared laughter. She stumbled a bit on the last step, but Arthur caught her, and the two tumbled together through the open slatted door of the rear cabin.

They got their bearings, each catching their breath, and Suzie felt her heart skip as she realized where she was. She knew this room, she had seen it through the slats of the door as she spied on Monica's friends Liv and Charlie passionately fucking. Passionately fucking, she realized, right where she was standing.

"You're; all wet," She said, looking at Arthur, standing so close to her.

"You are too," Arthur said with a tinge of bashfulness. Suzie looked down and saw that the rain had pasted her thin shirt tight to her tits, the white fabric now slick and translucent, revealing hard nipples pushing desperately against it.

Suzie felt Arthur's hand on her hip. He had put it there to steady her when they first stumbled in, and she only now realized he had never moved it. She felt him touching her with his strong, safe hands, and felt her body flush again. Heat ran through her person and Suzie finally realized what she was missing, realized what she wanted, what she needed to complete her journey.

"Arthur," she said, her fingers drifting down to touch his hand, "do you remember what you said to me in the elevator that first time? What you wanted for me?" She watched his mind drift back to the scene, the night she took him into her mouth for the first time.

"I do," he said, at almost a whisper, "I said I wanted you to have everything you desire."

"Well there's one thing left that I desire before we leave." she stared deep into his eyes, and her fingers found the hem of his sport coat, fiddling with it excitedly.

"What's that?" He said, looking over every gorgeous curve of her bright, young face.

Suzie couldn't believe how far she'd come. Once nervous and scared to be who she was, to ask for what she wanted, now without any hesitation she was voicing her needs, voicing her desires. She looked Arthur dead in the eye and said "I want you to fuck me."

He could sense those were the words that were coming, but even still he wasn't ready for them. "I don't know, Suzie, I don't know if that would be the best idea;”

"Arthur, you've helped me open up a whole new door inside myself, one that should have been opened years ago. After what I've experienced here, with Miss Dorman; with Monica; I know it's the right way to go, and I know that it's very possible I'll never be with another man again. And if that's true," she said, moving even closer to him, so close that they both felt her firm, braless tits push gently into him, "I want the last man inside me to be you." She felt a deep churn in her loins as she said the words. "I want to know what it's like to be fucked well at least once before I say goodbye."

Arthur's eyes fell at her request, taking in the young, wet body in front of him. She felt his thumb softly strumming her pelvis as he considered her request. Then his eyes locked back on to hers, a more serious expression on his face. There were no words shared between them, but then they didn't need any; his eyes asked the question, and her eyes enthusiastically gave the answer.

Suzie tugged at his shirt ever so slightly, and Arthur tumbled into her. Their lips locked hard, and she felt the hot press of his tongue into her mouth, and his hard body pressing her back into the very seat where she watched Liv get deliriously fucked. She rested hard on the cushion and her thighs blossomed wide and pulled upward, drawing Arthur between them. She could feel him pressing into her flushed cunt, soaked panties no doubt leaving a remnant of her need on his trousers. She could feel him getting hard as they kissed, his hands roaming around her body, learning the way. She locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him tight to her.

His hands fumbled slightly while trying to peel the wet fabric off her body, and she assisted him as best she could until her pert, young tits were freed to the world. They both gasped when his hands gripped them tight. She pulled him closer with her heels when his lips sucked onto her nipple, sending a bolt of lightning through her.

His body was so hard, so firm, she could feel his marble-like muscles through his shirt flexing against her. She was holding him as tight as she could with her ankles, but when one strong hand dropped to her thigh and pushed, he broke her hold like it was nothing. He moved his mouth back up to hers, and as she reveled in the talents of his lips and tongue, his hand eased their way up between her legs until it rested on her steaming pussy.

He held his hand there, perfectly still, pressed against her mound while he kissed her. The tease drove Suzie insane and she instinctively started to roll her hips, desperate to create delicious friction against her throbbing clit. She could feel him smile against her lips, he was loving every second of this beautiful torture.

Suzie whipped her head back and took three deep breaths. She couldn't believe it - this man wasn't even doing anything and she was beginning to feel like she was going to cum! Arthur didn't miss a beat, and his lips began to suckle on the flesh of her neck when finally, after what felt like an eternity, the hand between her legs began to move. Suzie smiled uncontrollably when she felt his thick fingers pull her panties to the side. One finger slipped between her dripping lips, but didn't press inside, he was feeling how wet she was. Enjoying it. Suzie cooed as tingles ran through her, and then gasped deeply as the finger that traipsed its way through her wetness curled inward and easily pushed into her.

"Oh my god; oh my God," Suzie started to moan. She was practically limp, her whole weight being supported by Arthur's strong arms as she lost herself in the pleasures of the expert finger fucking he was performing on her. She had never been touched like this before, by man or woman, and her body started to writhe and rock as she began to lose control. She flailed wildly at his person, gripping the fabric of his shirt and tearing it open, two buttons click-clacking to the floor below. His chest was exposed now, and through her barely open eyes Suzie could see his muscles flexing and firing, the pistons of the perfect engine that was driving her toward orgasm.

"That's it," he whispered as Suzie's body tensed and coiled, "that's it; cum for me. I want you to cum for me, Suzie."

The eroticism of this man egging her on was too much to take. Suzie wailed and spasmed, pulling herself tight to Arthur's body, her head tucked deep into his shoulder, as orgasm rocketed through her entire being. She felt like she was going to black out, the pleasure was so intense, and she held Arthur's body as though she were afraid she might fly away if she let go.

"There you go," he said, lulling her back to earth, "there you go." It was so cute. It was So hot. Her body stopped shaking, her breath started to even, and Suzie collapsed backward on the bench seat trying to take a moment to compose herself. There she was, tits bared, skirt bunched up around her waist, pussy exposed, swollen, and dripping, she had never felt so slutty. But then again she had never felt so alive.

She looked at Arthur, her friend, this Greek god of a man holding her, standing over her, muscles exposed as though they had burst out of his clothes, she realized in that moment post-orgasm that nothing had changed. She still wanted him. She still needed him. Flashing him a devilish smile and licking her lips, she slunk down to the floor of the cabin between him and the wall, and in a flash she had his pants open, and his rock-hard erection in her sweet, tender mouth.

Now it was Arthur's turn to gasp, and gasp he did. Suzie had been quite the student on this trip, and she was now expertly demonstrating all the new knowledge she gained. She sucked and licked, stroked and teased, all along the considerable length of his turgid flesh, and loved every second of it. She didn't know if she'd ever do this for any other man, and she almost hoped she never would. Arthur's cock filled her mouth so perfectly, and she got so much excitement out of pleasing him, that she never thought she'd be able to reach these heights with anyone else.

Reaching deeper into his pants she pulled out his balls, and with a groan of approval she felt his hand reflexively move to her head, as though he were worried about what she might do with his precious jewels. He had nothing to fear, however. Her hands worked them over, rolling and squeezing, her mouth and tongue dancing slickly along his thick pole.

Then Suzie had an idea. She wanted this man, she wanted all of him, and wanted him to have her however he pleased. Letting go of his balls, her hands drifted up to his buttocks. She held her head steady and firm, and gently began pulling at him, moving his hips to and from, slowly plunging his cock deep into her mouth. Arthur groaned again, and in a signal that he got the idea, the hand on her head slid back, gently cupped the base of her skull, and he began to slowly thrust on his own power.

Suzie moaned, sending delicious vibrations down his cock as Arthur began fucking her mouth. Her hands dropped from his ass, and she felt her pussy gush at the thought of how she was being used. His pace began to pick up, and his breath began to stutter and shake. Suzie thought it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. Her hands slid down her body and between her legs, and there, on the floor of this boat cabin, with a man she barely knew using her mouth like a sex toy, she began to touch herself.

Despite being lost in the sensations, she could hear his breath getting more ragged, steaming through gritted teeth. The hottest part of it was that she could tell he was holding back, she could tell he desperately wanted to let loose and give her mouth everything he could, but he didn't want to hurt her. His pressure was building, and once or twice she felt him slip, just for a moment, and push in deeper than he had before. The tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and each time a buzz of pleasure zapped around her body from her clit.

It was a tantalizing tease, dancing ever so close to another experience she'd yet to try. Her whole body so full of need, she gripped his ass one more time. On his deep instroke she pulled, and with only the slightest of gags she felt the head of his cock dip into her throat.

Arthur pulled out, and stumbled back with alarm, not that he had done something wrong, but because the feeling of Suzie's virgin throat closing around his tip rocketed him too close to the edge, and he still had work to do.

"Fuck, Suzie," he gasped, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He looked down at the wanton creature kneeling before him, big, Cheshire grin on her face. "You are something else, you know that?" He chuckled, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. Her hand dropped immediately to his cock, still slick with her saliva. His eyes closed in pleasure as he quickly worked his shirt off, then hers. Arthur disengaged, then gave Suzie's ass a slap, sending her toward the nearby bunk. With a yelp and a giggle she shimmied out of her bunched up skirt and curled up on the bed. It wasn't huge, but it would be enough, and the mattress beneath her felt comfortable.

Looking back toward Arthur, he was naked now too, erection long and hard, and leading him directly to her. He climbed into the bed next to her, his lips finding hers again. They took in the feeling of each other's naked body, somehow it felt like Arthur had four hands the way he was caressing and squeezing her, and she couldn't' get over how sturdy and strong his body was, from the biceps in his arms to his abs, to the hard cock pressing into her thigh.

But soon enough Arthur took control, making his way down her body. Suzie shivered as he neared her pussy, and gasped slightly as his strong arms spread her legs once again. Electricity shot through her when his tongue hit her clit, and she thought to herself how it was impossible he could be this good at eating pussy. He wasn't quite as good as Monica; but he was good.

The lovely sensations of Arthur's swirling, expert tongue only lasted for a few moments though before Suzie saw him rise up like a Greek God between her legs. He smiled at her, her pussy was exquisite, but that wasn't why she was here; that wasn't what she needed. Arthur pressed himself firmly against her spread thighs, and Suzie shuddered as his cock extended out over her stomach. This was it, she was going to get it, but not without Arthur making her desperate for it.

His hand fell to his protruding pole and he stroked himself a few times, making sure to stretch his member to its fullest, ripest hardness. He smiled as he watched her wiggle with impatience, no doubt imagining that his sliding fist was her drenched pussy. For the first time in her life, Suzie was dying for a cock, and she could tell that he knew it.

Finally he decided she had had enough, and with a slight shift, he positioned the flared head of his cock at Suzie's entrance. She held her breath. She was wet. He was gentle. The push was smooth, and Suzie groaned, biting her finger, as her body spread open and welcomed Arthur inside her.

She felt an intense fullness, a buzz of pleasure and excitement, and then a sense of loss as he began to pull out. It was then that she realized he had only been halfway in. Halfway. Jesus Christ, she thought. Any further thoughts were ejected quickly from her mind as he pushed again, sliding into her deep this time. There was a short retraction, and then a final purposeful push, and then Arthur rested, their pubic mounds now touching firmly.

Suzie trembled, he was inside her. Arthur was all the way inside her!

"Are you okay?" He said with a warm smile. He was raised up over her, suspended by his strong arms, and Suzie couldn't help but touch their rippling muscles.

"Yes," she said through a deep, measured breath, "very much so, yes." Arthur smiled, and kissed her. The fullness inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced, and Arthur stayed there, as deep as he could go, for a few moments so she could get used to the feeling. It was unbelievable. It was rapturous. At least she thought it was; until she learned what rapturous really was once he slowly began to move.

His pace increased as her pussy gasped for him, and soon they found a rhythm and began to make beautiful music together. Suzie was finally getting what she wanted, Arthur was fucking her. Her legs wrapped around his flexing body, and any words either of them had disappeared, replaced by the passionate intercourse of body and breath. Suzie felt like every nerve in her body was alive as they pitched and rolled like the ocean they were cruising on, taking Arthur as deep as she thought he could go, only to melt into a new position and discover he could go even deeper.

Rolling onto his back, Suzie found herself on top of him. Her hands slapped hard onto his strong pecs, bracing herself. She gyrated and ground herself down onto his thick length, his hard pubic bone firing off the pleasure buzzer of her clit with each movement. Suzie opened her eyes dreamily as she rode, and only then noticed the mirror in front of her at the head of the bed. She hardly recognized herself, the image of this wanton, sexual creature totally foreign to her, but she smiled. She watched herself, Her stiff arms pressing her tits out, almost presenting them to her lover; hips flared wide around his body; back arching with each movement like an erotic serpent, and her body began to tremble and shake. Working Arthur's cock in and out of her, grinding against him, his hands gripping and squeezing, the fire inside her rose to its peak. Suzie let out a loud, passionate cry, fully unencumbered by inhibitions or shame, and there in the boat, on top of Arthur's perfect, penetrating cock, Suzie spasmed in orgasm. She smiled a desperate smile between ragged breaths. For the first time in her life, Suzie felt like the fully sexual being she always wanted to be.

Arthur sat upright, holding her close, and began sucking on one of her nipples. Suzie closed her eyes dreamily and lived for a moment in the pleasure coursing through her. When her eyes finally opened, she made eye contact with herself in the mirror, and suddenly thought of her night with Arthur and Miss Dorman.

Tilting Arthur's head up to hers she kissed him slowly as they tenderly rocked together. "Fuck me from behind," she whispered into his mouth, "please." He smiled and kissed her again, lifting her up from their sitting position with ease. Turning over and gently placing Suzie down on her back, Suzie let out a slight groan of disappointment as his cock slipped out of her. Desperate to feel him again, she turned over onto all fours facing the mirrors, and wiggled her full ass at him in excitement. She looked Arthur in the eyes through the reflective glass as he sidled up behind her, closing her eyes and releasing a deep, pleasure-full sigh as she felt him push back inside.

He was slow at first, but soon got back into the rhythm, and Suzie's head went limp as the uproarious sensation of Arthur repeatedly bottoming out inside of her streaked through her body. The pleasure chemicals churned inside her, making her feel almost drunk, and soon her arms started to shake, and she slumped forward, arching her ass up into the air. She gripped at the bedsheets, searching for purchase as her body fully submitted to the man behind her fucking her.

Suzie looked up at the mirror through heavy-lidded eyes, and shuddered at the sight, it was the same position she watched Arthur fuck Miss Dorman in, when it felt like he was fucking Suzie herself through the young teacher, but now it was just the two of them. Now Arthur was fucking Her. She liked the way she looked, bent in half for Arthur's delight. She thought her ass had been getting too big, but there, raised up in a heart-shaped flare, each ripple that shook through it with each slap of his skin against hers, each delicious thrust of his cock up into her, her ass looked perfect. She gazed at his body glistening with sweat, breath coming fast and ragged, just as she had gazed that night, and she felt her body begin to buzz and her cunt begin to quiver.

"Yes; yes;” she groaned, "fuck me; fuck me!" His hands gripped at her body wildly, his pace and passion increasing. "Yes," Suzie moaned, "fuck me, Cum in me!" Arthur let out an animalistic howl as he reached the precipice, egged on by Suzie's summoning chants of "cum in me, yes, cum in me!"

Suzie never took her eyes off him. His body rocked and shuddered and Arthur started to cum. Suzie could feel the twitches and spasms of his hard, thick cock, feel him start to empty his load deep inside her, and it set her off, triggering another orgasm deep in her core.

The two lovers cried out together as they shared a final moment of pleasure, then both collapsed, sweaty and panting, to the soiled sheets of the cabin bunk. For a few moments all either of them could do was breathe, trying to wrap their minds around what had just happened, but finally they looked at each other, and in a silent, shared exchange that clearly meant "wow!" they both began laughing riotously.

Rolling over to face him, Suzie looked Arthur deep in his eyes, eyes that were so kind, so caring, and had so much love to give, and said two words: "thank you."

Suzie barely remembered the rest of the trip home. She was so enthralled with the memories of her time with Arthur, with Miss Dorman, with Monica, that the hours of travel seemed like an instant. As they departed the plane, she and Arthur retrieved their things, and made their way toward the pickup area where there were two limousines waiting, their drivers standing beside them with signs, one with his name, and one with hers.

"What's this?" she asked, puzzled as to the appearance of separate cars.

"This is the last part of the trip, the last part of the deal. When we return, our time is over. It's a clean split,”

", so no one gets attached," she said finishing his sentence. Suzie bowed her head sadly. "So we're never going to see each other again." It was a statement more than a question.

"I'm sure we'll cross paths, I mean, I do work with your father;” he paused, the reality of his own words momentarily getting to him, ”but not like this. Never again."

Suzie felt sad. However, as it resonated in her, she realized it wasn't because she wanted to sleep with him again, or suck his cock, it was because she truly cared for him as a person. "I get it," she said, raising her head and putting on a strong face, "I understand."

The two hugged, having no words left to say, but also saying everything with the tenderness of their embrace. "Goodbye, Suzie," he said, tipping her chin up with a warm smile. She matched his smile, and hugged him tight one more time.

"Goodbye, Arthur."

The pair separated. Soon all they'd have was the memory, and as Suzie made her way to her limo, the events of the past couple weeks raced through her mind. Suddenly she stopped, turned. "Arthur!" she called back to him. She caught his attention just as he was about to get into his own car. "Don't be an idiot," She said with a smirk, "don't let her get away."

She watched him process what she was saying. Confusion first, then understanding. His eyes went far away as he truly considered what she had said. Then he smiled, nodded gently, and disappeared into the dark of the vehicle.

Suzie watched the car pull away, then settled down into her own. As the wheels began to move, drawing her away from the airport, it was like waking up from a beautiful dream. She rolled down the window, and let the cool air whip through her hair. She breathed deeply. Suzie felt awake, wide awake, for the first time in her life.

When she'd get home, her family would ask her all about the trip. Her father would be dying to know if she'd made a solid business connection with Arthur, something to help secure her future. She'd just nod and say they definitely connected, and that he definitely helped her figure out the path that was right for her. Her father would look confused, but her mother; her mother would blush ever so slightly, in a way that told Suzie she fully understood.

Suzie would go back to school the following year, despite her father's misgivings, renewed and hungry, and would not only finish with honors, but also go on to become a very successful, highly respected architect.

Arthur would be right, they'd cross paths occasionally, and be friendly and cordial when they did, but that was where it ended; at least until after the wedding. Suzie would be surprised one day when she received an invitation to the marriage of Mr. Arthur Eckhart and Miss Julia Dorman, and after that lovely event the three of them would go on to become the closest of friends. Arthur and Julia would even float the idea of Suzie going with them on their honeymoon, seeing as their destination was a beautiful paradise familiar to them all. Suzie would decline, but she'd smile and suggest that maybe she'd join them for a couple days if they "really needed her." Maybe she would.

But there in the back of that limo, there was one thing she needed to do first, she needed to take her own advice. Suzie reached for her phone. A tingle of excitement ran through her, thinking of who she was, who she used to be, and what was awaiting her in the future. A future that was beginning right that moment as she dialed the number.

"Hi, Tara? What are you up to tonight?"

Based on a post by Liminally Spaced, for Literotica.