Message-ID: <18003eli$9812140430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: Friday Night Fantasy (7/17 from Oh, Susana) FMM Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981213173836.12486.qmail@hotmail.com> This is the seventh chapter of my book of short stories, collectively entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them on ASSD or you can email me at Oh, Susana! The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot by Martina Lee 7. Friday Night Fantasy It had been a good night at the Eight Bells disco, and Susana was glowing as she walked down the hotel corridor with Neil and Peter. She had had a bit to drink . . . not as much as sometimes, but enough to make her sparkle . . . and a great deal of attention from the horny guys on the prowl who packed the nightclub every Friday night. It was a great feeling to have the sort of power she had over men. Take these two, for example: Both of them would do anything she wanted them to. All she had to do was ask. No, that was wrong . . . she didn't have to ASK; she just had to SAY what she wanted, and she got it. Sometimes they protested . . . Neil in particular was forever pulling a bad face and saying no, but then he always gave in. He was crazy about her, even after nearly 11 years of marriage. Especially since this thing started with Peter, Neil was always grabbing at her, wanting to stroke and squeeze her bottom, begging for her mouth, touching her breasts or just perving on her while she dressed. She loved to tease him, but she always knew when it had gone on long enough, and then she gave him what he wanted. After all, that was only fair. He let her have what SHE wanted . . . even Peter. Big, brown, cuddly Peter! Going to bed with him was so different from how it was with Neil. Just thinking about it gave her a charge, and she felt herself getting wet between her legs. Her nipples tingled, she ran her tongue over her lips, and she reached out and squeezed Peter's arm. Ahead of them, Neil had stopped at the door to their room and was looking for the key. She had it in her bag. She took it out, gave it to him, and walked in first when he opened the door. "Well," she said, not quite trusting herself to say anything else. "Well, here we all are." The question was: What next? It was one thing to go from Neil's bed to Peter's, or from Peter's to Neil's, in separate rooms at home. It was quite another to have them both together, both hot and hungry for her, in one room for the whole of what was left of the night. Could she really go through with this? For a moment she felt like curling up and going to sleep, or at least pretending to sleep. But only for a moment. After all, she had fantasised about this for years. Again, she felt her nipples hardening, and her mouth went dry. She picked up the room service menu and flicked through it, not really seeing it. "Do you two want anything to eat?" she asked, knowing that food was the last thing on their minds. "No," said Neil, "but I could do with another drink." He opened the fridge. Beer. Southern Comfort. Coke. Ice cubes. And a bottle of champagne. He'd even brought some glasses from home. Susana made up her mind. "I'll have a Southern Comfort," she said. Peter wanted the same; Neil took a beer. While Neil poured the drinks, Susana picked up her handbag and went into the bathroom. Her knees were shaking, and her hands were sweating. She looked in the mirror and asked herself: "Is this really happening?" She decided it was. Quickly, so as not to give herself a chance to change her mind, she stripped off her clothes and sat, naked, on the toilet. When she finished, she went back to the mirror and took a long look at herself. It always surprised her that men went so crazy for her body. But it wasn't too bad, even if she did say so herself. Her breasts were not as firm and perky as they used to be, and the tummy was a bit of a problem, but her skin was smooth and unblemished, her legs tight and her bottom very grabbable. She opened her bag, took out her french knickers set, and put it on. The black silk was cool against her skin, and she ran her hands up and down over it. She sprayed on some more perfume, pursed her lips at the mirror, and stepped out into the room. Neil was sitting on one of the two single beds, propped up against the headboard with his legs stretched out on the covers and a beer in his hand. Peter was in an armchair by the table, sipping his Southern Comfort. "Well," she said, "where's my drink?" Peter pointed to the glass on the table beside him. Neither of them said anything, but their eyes ate her up as she walked the length of the room and picked up her glass. She felt totally calm, totally in control. "Cheers," she said, and drank off the whole glass, then handed it back to Neil. "More," she said. Neil swung his legs off the bed and went to the fridge. Susana leaned over Peter, pulled back his head and kissed him on the mouth. "I want you," she whispered into his ear, then kissed him again, harder. His mouth opened, and her tongue slid inside, searching for his. She ran her free hand across his chest, then down across his belly, and squeezed. He was hard already, but then she had known that he would be. She straightened up, and he took a large gulp of his drink. He was breathing fast. Then it was Neil's turn. He was standing with her drink in his hand, his eyes bright and an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. She took the glass, put it on the table behind her, and pulled him to her. His arms went around her and he brought his mouth down on hers. She pushed her crotch forward, grinding into him as his hands slid down her back and his fingers dug into her bottom. She was laughing as he kissed her neck, her ears, her eyes, her nose and finally again, almost brutally, her mouth. She pushed him away, placed both hands on his shoulders, and pressed down. Obediently, he sank to his knees and buried his face in the silk of her knickers. His hands ran up the backs of her thighs, slipped under her top and came to rest on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then down again to her buttocks. He pulled her harder to him and she closed her eyes and arched her back, relishing the sensations as his mouth worked against the black silk covering her rapidly moistening pussy. After a while she pulled his hands away and stepped back, then turned again to Peter. She kissed him again, but ducked away as he tried to put his arms around her. "Don't move, both of you," she said. She stepped over to the bed and lay down on it, after packing the pillows to support her head so she could look directly at her two lovers. "This is what you want," she said, and slithered her right hand under the waist of her knickers, down to cover her cunt. She made a big "O" with her mouth, and rolled her tongue around her lips. Her other hand trailed up her thigh, across her midriff and up to her right breast, teased her swollen nipple between index and middle finger. She flexed her legs, bounced her hips up and down and made masturbating motions with the hand buried in her crotch. They watched, seemingly unable to make up their minds what to do next. She decided for them, swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. "Come here," she told Peter. He heaved himself out of the chair. "Right here," she said, indicating that he should stand in front of her. He did. She touched the front of his trousers and he swayed back. "Stand still," she said. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, then walked her fingers all over his chest, tugging hairs and flicking his nipples. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in his navel. Then she leaned back again and unhooked the waistband of his trousers. He swayed again. "Stand still, I told you," she said. She unzipped his fly, peeled his trousers down his legs and over his stockinged feet, then came back to his underpants, bulging with his pulsating prick. Out of the corner of her eye, Susana watched Neil as she pulled down the front of Peter's pants and took his cock in her hand. He was trying not to show it, but Neil was so excited he could hardly stand. He took a swig of his beer, but his eyes remained riveted to what she was doing with Peter. Peter's cock. She circled it with her left hand, squeezed lightly and began to milk it. Peter groaned. She used both hands, cupping his balls with one and tugging at his shaft with the other. Then she leaned forward, and he groaned again as she took the pulsing head of his dick in her mouth. She slipped his underpants down to his knees. They fell to his ankles, and he raised first his left leg, then his right, as he stepped free of them. Susana ran both hands up his legs to his bare bottom and pulled him towards her. His cock sank further into her mouth and his hands tangled themselves in her hair. Rhythmically, he rocked backwards and forwards, drawing almost all the way out of her warm, wet mouth and then driving deep into it again. Her lips and tongue were working hard, pressing, licking, sucking at him and she tried to take all of it in, right down to the root. But she didn't want him coming, not yet, and she gently pulled back, giving his bursting dick a final lingering kiss on the tip as a promise of more to come. "Fuck me," she said, and rolled over and knelt on the bed. As Peter slipped her knickers down her legs, she looked directly at Neil for the first time in several minutes. "I need my drink," she said. Obedient as always, he fetched it, held it to her lips and . . . she gasped as Peter spread her cunt with his fingers and drove his cock in as far as it would go. It seemed bigger than usual. Was that just her imagination, or was the extra excitement taking him to new dimensions? Peter grasped her by the hips, working his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, then withdrawing slowly and ramming it home again. He had not said anything at all since she first stepped out of the bathroom. Now he spoke, his voice thick with passion. "Fuck you, bitch," he said, and plunged his cock even further into her quivering pussy. Susana closed her eyes and moaned. She pressed back against his hardness, feeling his cock drive in so far she thought it would never stop. But still she wanted more. "Fuck you too, you fucker," she said. Then: "More cock. Give me more cock." She looked at Neil, made an "O" with her mouth, and waggled her tongue through it. He got the message. Moments later, he had his trousers off and was standing in front of her on the other side of the bed from Peter. She stretched her neck and face towards him, her mouth working to take possession of the cock jutting out through the top of his underpants, but she couldn't reach it. It was tantalisingly close, and her mouth itched to be crammed with cock to match the engine battering away in her creaming cunt, but still it was out of reach. "Please," she moaned, "give it to me." Neil placed both knees on the edge of the bed, put his hands around her head, and arched himself towards her. Now she could reach it! Peter was fucking like a pile-driver . . . IN-out, IN-out, IN-out . . . each of his hard thrusts followed by a slow and almost agonising withdrawal. His hands on her hips were brutal, fingers digging deep into the rounded flesh, and each new push threatened to split her in two. She was ecstatic, almost delirious with the sweet agony of it, and she wanted more, more, MORE! She licked the tip of Neil's cock, poking out over the waistband of his underpants, then worked her mouth over it. She couldn't use her hands, they were planted firmly on the bed to keep her balanced against Peter's hammering, she just pressed her face harder down over Neil's dick, trying to push his pants out of the way as she went. She got some of it, but not enough. "Help me," she mumbled, with five centimetres of cock in her mouth. "Help me, you fuck." Neil pushed his pants down to his thighs and his cock sprang deeper into her mouth. God, this was another one bigger than it usually seemed. Beneath the silky-smooth skin it was bone-hard, and it was HOT, hotter even than her burning mouth, hotter than the burning pole playing pile-driver in her burning pussy. She was a candle, burning at both ends. She see-sawed back and forth between two poles. Each time Peter withdrew, he pressed her forward, away from him, and Neil's cock surged deep into her mouth, over her tongue and, it seemed, halfway down her throat. She whimpered, almost choking on the hardness of it, but gulping eagerly for more. Then, when Peter rammed into her again he pulled her back and she almost lost the throbbing prick in her mouth. Each time that happened, she clamped her lips tight and pressed hard against the underside of Neil's cock with her tongue, sucking hard to prevent it escaping. Once, it almost did, and she lunged forward to recapture it just as Peter pushed her in the same direction. Her mouth opened wide and she found her lips hard against Neil's pubic hairs, his prick so far inside her that she could feel her throat contracting around its head. A familiar cock, this one. She knew every little bump, every vein, but the strangeness and excitement of having two at once somehow made it all new and different. Neil must have felt the same, because his cock was swelling to a size it had never been before, almost bursting out of its overheated skin. She wondered idly whether it would, like a frying sausage. Suddenly, Peter stopped and pulled his prick from her dripping cunt. Susana thought that he'd come, and whimpered in disappointment, diving her head again onto Neil's engorged cock. But Peter wasn't finished yet, by a long way. "Turn over," he growled, and pulled her backwards off Neil. She flopped to her side, then rolled on to her back. Above her, Neil's cock throbbed and jerked as it adjusted to being removed so suddenly from its warm, wet nest in her mouth. She reached up and stroked it. Peter dropped to his knees between her spread-eagled legs. A moment later he was licking savagely at her aching pussy. "Gently," she moaned, and he changed tactics, sliding his tongue up one side and down the other of her crack, darting it deep into her cunt and then slithering once more up the slippery slope to flutter around her clitoris. She shuddered, and wriggled her way backwards across the bed until her head hung over the far edge. Peter followed, his tongue and his lips busy in the now not-so-private recesses of her private parts. "Come here," Susana ordered Neil, tugging at his turgid tool. "Come down here." He knelt as ordered, and she bit gently at the tip of his cock. "Fuck me in my mouth," she said, and guided his prick once more between her lips. She threw her hands over her head, grabbed his buttocks, and pulled him deep into her mouth. Peter had found a way to get two fingers into her cunt without removing his mouth from the region of her clit, and he was pumping away at her. Susana shook with the ecstasy of it, as Neil began to rock back and forth on his knees, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes deep and sometimes just teasing her lips. Then he pulled it out of her, and she took it in her hand and licked it from end to end. She laughed, then stiffened as a wave of sensation poured over her from what Peter was doing. "Change sides, now," she said. Peter got to his feet and walked round the end of the bed. Neil moved away and went to the fridge. Susana, still lying on her back with her head over the edge of the bed, groped for Peter's leg and pulled him into position. His cock, in spite of being unoccupied for the past several minutes, was still as hard as an iron bar. He knelt, but he was taller than Neil and she couldn't get his prick into her mouth. "Wait," she said. She pulled a pillow from the head of the bed, manoeuvred it under her shoulders, and lay back again. That was better. She reached between Peter's legs, fondled his balls, then curled a hand around his prick and teased it into her mouth. Peter reached down with both hands, pulled up her top, and began squeezing her breasts. Where was Neil? The bastard . . . there was a perfectly good pussy going to waste. She placed a hand on her belly, then slid it down between her legs and massaged her clitoris. Peter watched as she tickled and rubbed herself. It seemed hardly possible, but his cock in her mouth got even bigger and harder, and she sucked at it eagerly as he thrust slowly in and out. "Champagne, anyone?" said Neil, and there was a sound like a gunshot as he popped the cork. Susana didn't much like champagne, and shook her head, at least as far as she was able with fifteen centimetres of cock in her mouth. But Peter took the offered glass, swallowed a mouthful, then took another. He pulled his dick from her mouth, lifted her head, bent down and kissed her gently, squirting champagne between her lips. He did it twice more, then let her head fall back and once again offered her his cock. She accepted it eagerly. With the champagne chilling her mouth, it felt hotter than ever. She pulled it deep into her, biting gently as she did so. Then Neil was between her legs, and she flinched as something icy cold splashed into her navel. It tickled, and she squirmed as Neil bent over and sipped the champagne from her belly button. There was more to come. Neil was raising her legs, lifting them up and back. Peter apparently could see what he was up to, because he grabbed her behind the knees and held her legs high and apart, her back bent and her cunt pointing to the ceiling. If anything, that improved her position as far as he was concerned, and he pushed rhythmically in and out of her mouth. Susana felt Neil's fingers parting her labia, then shivered with shock as he poured freezing champagne into her cunt. A moment later his mouth was glued to her pussy, and she felt the bubbly stuff running out of her and into his mouth as Peter slowly lowered her legs. Once more, and Neil nuzzled her for a minute or so, licking the last taste of champagne from her crack before he said breathlessly: "I want to fuck you now." He got up from between her legs, and she reluctantly allowed Peter to pull his prick from her mouth, then sat up. Neil's face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily. His cock was jumping, leaning off to one side and then springing back to perfect attention as his erection reasserted itself. "On your tummy," he said. As Susana rolled over, he pulled her legs towards the end of the bed. She knelt on the floor, her thighs hard against the bed-end and her upper body angled over the bed. What about Peter? She motioned for him to get up on the bed, sat him in front of her with his legs to either side and his glistening brown cock within easy reach of her mouth. He leaned back, taking his weight on his arms. Susana bent forward, covered him with her mouth and began to pump as Neil pushed into her from behind. It's a pity, she thought, as she sucked and licked at Peter's twitching erection. This is my favorite screwing position, but Neil always comes too soon. In fact, Neil was already starting to pant and moan, as he forced his extraordinarily enlarged prick further and further into her cunt, pulling back slowly, then rushing in, pulling back slowly again, rushing in, pulling back slowly . . . Suddenly all of Susana's sexual excitement came together in a rush, and a hot flush ran through her body and fled down between her legs, where it became an ache that intensified until she knew she couldn't bear it any longer but at the same time couldn't bear it to stop. She lifted her head from Peter's cock and gasped: "Yes. Yes. Do it. Do it now!" Neil grabbed her waist and flung himself even harder into her, speeding up his pumping as she lowered her head again and gobbled furiously at Peter's prick. All three of them were moaning now, and Peter leaned further back and thrust his pelvis upward as she slurped and sucked. The unbearable ache between Susana's legs became sharper, more focused on the mounting rhythm of Neil's furious thrusts. Then there was a sort of explosion inside her head and an incredibly sweet spasm shook right through her. There was another, and another. Her searing cunt tightened around Neil's pounding cock and Peter jerked upwards again as her equally aching mouth raced up and down, up and down his prick and it swelled so much that she could hardly believe her mouth was big enough. Neil was coming. She knew the signs. He was making funny dying noises and the rhythm of his fucking was all shot to hell. He gave a final spastic shove and shuddered, holding her tightly around the waist to avoid being thrown out of her as she bucked and wiggled. Then it was Peter. Susana dived even closer to him, burying his cock in the back of her throat as he came, feeling the warm fluid splashing into her mouth and tasting the saltiness of it as his cock jerked again and again and his sperm flooded out of him. She sucked and swallowed, sucked again, and was rewarded with a new jet of sperm. Neil dropped away from behind her, and she felt his juice dribbling out of her cunt and down her leg. She raised her head from Peter's crotch, took his cock in her hand and squeezed it. He spasmed again, and there was more sperm. She rubbed his cock around her mouth, over her cheeks, put it back in her mouth, swallowed again. Peter placed a hand under her chin, lifted her off his prick. She got to her feet, fell on top of him, and kissed him. They slept. But there was more in the morning . . . -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----