Little Susan

Little Susan
by
Gail Holmes

Susan, well what can we say, she’s bright; she’s slight but very beautiful. At five feet two, she looks up to everyone, her figure well…that is state of the art, trouble is at twenty she still looks fourteen. Needless to say most guys give her a wide berth, considering her jailbait, of friends she has many, however, they are mostly girls

Sex doesn’t come all that often for her, due to guys worrying about her age, however, when it does she makes a meal out of it. Toy’s she has plenty, but her main desire is a nice well hung black guy. Her friends laugh whenever she mentions her craving, telling her that she’d be split in two should the occasion ever arise, even the thought of it sends her into orgasm, and boy can she cum.

Often she’d tried to chat local coloured guy’s she always found them hospitable and kindly, however, they’d never ask her out, even though she’d dressed to kill, they took her as a schoolgirl, trying to wind them up.

She’d pleaded with her friends to set her up a date, one friend, she’d been going out with this guy for months; always telling her of the size of his manhood and as to his performance, she’d never been left dry?

Greta one of her friends had an idea, there was a guy out there, he wasn’t that hansom but word had it the he’d more than his share in the weaponry department; he also knew as to how to use it. Trouble was not many girls wanted to be seen out with him, so he was always available. Most of the women he’d been out with were mature, knowing they’d get their pleasure, some even booked him on a regular basis.

Susan pleaded with Greta to book her an appointment, if that’s what it needed. At least it would be a start, perhaps she wouldn’t like it, or it could be to painful for her, deep in her mind she didn’t think that this would happen, as from apart from her toys she had other things she’d used over time. She knew they were big. A fortnight later things stated to materialise, it sounded good.

“He does know of you, but he’d never have believed that you were the age that you are!” Greta stated

“Did you manage to set up a date thought?” Susan questioned.

Thursday week!” Greta replied, she could see the look on her friends face, knowing only to well that she was displeased.

“That’s ages away?”

“I thought you might think that, however he wants to meet you, just to make sure that you’re game!”

“Game, Christ just let me get hold of him, I’ll show him if I’m game or not, when does he want to meet me then?” Susan smiled; things were looking up for her she deemed.

“Tomorrow night!” Greta grinned.

“Great, that’s just great. What’s his name?”

“Omar!” Greta stated. “And his as black as the ace of spades, and better still from you’re point of view, very, very well hung.”

Susan virtually became wet at the thought of it. “Why can’t he take me out at the same time?” Susan quizzed of her friend.

“I’m not saying he can’t it’s just as to where?”

“Down the pub!” Susan said with a grin.

“I didn’t mean that, where can he take you to fuck you?”

“Hell, is that all that’s holding him back? I’ll soon find a place! Susan said with a beaming grin.

“D’you want me to introduce him to you?” Greta asked.

“Hell no, if he knows me, then tell him to introduce himself, where can I meet him then?”

“Here at 7.30 if that’s alright?” Greta stated, watching the glee come into Susan’s face.

“That gives me ample time, I’ve just got to confirm the place for us to go!” Susan was so chuffed she went weak at the knees.





Susan couldn’t get the thought out of her head all day, when evening came she went straight up to the shower and bathed making sure she cleansed the most opportune parts. She was at the pub twenty minutes early, just to make sure of not missing him.

It wasn’t long before she had a tap on the shoulder, she turn sharply.

“Hi Susan!”

Susan looked up into his face, in no way was he ugly, where they’d got that idea from she couldn’t tell.

“Can I get you a drink?” Omar smiled.

“Yes a coke would be nice!” She smiled up to him, watching his every move as he made for the bar, he’d an arse that you could die for she contemplated.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon, I’m Omar!” He stated as he sat at the table.

Susan was suddenly stuck for words, which for her was most unusual, normally she quite the chatterbox.

“It’s nice to meet you Omar!” Susan lifted her drink looking over the glass towards him. She couldn’t believe her own luck, but why had they told her he was ugly.

“You seem a little subdued, you were expecting me?” He grinned, his eyes not leaving hers, he himself couldn’t believe his luck, never would he of considered that she’d want fucking her.