Message-ID: <18005eli$9812140430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: The Queen of Tease (2) (9/17 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: <19981213175222.5967.qmail@hotmail.com> This is the ninth 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 9. The Queen of Tease (2) (NOTE: This should be read in conjunction with the previous chapter, Queen of Tease 1. -- Martina) After three or four minutes Susana lifted her head and looked at Neil. "Get the camera," she said. "I want to make a movie." She got up from between Peter's legs and pulled him to his feet. "In the bedroom," she said. Clutching his trousers with his free hand, Peter allowed himself to be led. Neil fetched the video camera and followed. Susana checked the curtains, switched on all the lights, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Start filming," she said to Neil, then, to Peter, "Come here." Still holding up his pants with one hand, Peter stepped forward to stand in front of her. Neil moved around the foot of the bed and focussed the camera as she unbuttoned Peter's shirt and peeled it from him. She leaned forward, lapped at his navel, and slid her hands over his chest, then pried his fingers loose from the waistband of his trousers, which immediately fell to mid-thigh. Peter groaned softly as she tongued the tip of his cock, poking out over the top of his underpants, and stepped free of his trousers as she slipped them down his legs. His underpants followed, and he groaned again as she took him fully in her mouth. Neil dropped to one knee and zoomed in close on her moist and glistening lips swallowing the smooth brown staff to its root among Peter's pubic hairs. Then she pushed Peter away, and signalled for Neil to take his place in front of her. Peter took the camera and continued filming as she repeated the performance with Neil. Then she lay back on the bed and spread her stockinged legs. "Get this," she said to Peter. She arched her back, pressing her head back on to the covers, eyes closed and mouth wide open, and cupped her breasts in her hands. Peter focussed the camera on her face, on her pink tongue making lazy circuits of her parted lips, then panned down past her upthrust throat. She began kneading her breasts, teasing the nipples erect, then walked her left hand down across her belly to her crotch. Neil stepped back and aside as Peter moved around the bed to film her fingers sliding into her crack, one dipping briefly into her vagina and emerging wet and shiny, coated in the slippery evidence of her rising excitement. Susana parted her labia with her index and middle fingers and pulled upwards, exposing the glistening bud of her clitoris. Her right hand finished ministering to her bursting nipples and crept down to begin pinching her clit rhythmically between thumb and index finger. Breathing heavily, uttering little gasps of animal pleasure at the sensations produced by her probing fingers, she began to hump her hips. Peter concentrated on keeping the action in the viewfinder as Neil stepped around the bed, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, then licked her ear and whispered: "Fuck yourself." She giggled. "Fuck you, too," she said, but she obediently slipped her right hand further down her slit and pressed the middle finger deep inside her cunt. Peter hit the zoom button, filling the viewfinder with fingers and genitalia. "More," he said. Susana slid her ring finger, then her little finger, into her cunt along with her middle finger. For a minute or so, she flicked at her clitoris with the middle finger of her left hand, at the same time driving the fingers of her right hand in and out of her sopping cunt as Neil kissed her again on the mouth then sucked hard on her left nipple and squeezed her right breast. Panting with a passion made more intense by the knowledge that it was all being recorded on tape, she doubled the pace of her finger-fucking until sparks danced in front of her eyes and she felt herself on the verge of climax. Then she took both hands away from her crotch and pushed at Neil's shoulder. "Eat me," she said. Peter moved back out of the way as Neil stepped around to kneel between her legs and glued his mouth to her pussy. Susana whimpered as he drove his tongue deep into her cunt, then shifted his attention to her quivering clitoris. She raised her head and looked at Peter. "Come here," she said, indicating the end of the bed, and he moved around to stand beside her. He stopped filming, leaned down to kiss her, then straightened up again and studied the angles involved in capturing the activity between her legs. Interestingly, he had become so preoccupied with his role as cameraman that his erection had subsided. He reached down, grasped Susana's left knee and urged her to open her legs wider, then raised the camera again and pressed the trigger. Neil worked two fingers into Susana's cunt and lapped hungrily at her clitoris. Susana shuddered in ecstasy, reached for Peter's limp dick and began to milk it rhythmically. In spite of his concentration on the viewfinder he responded quickly to her attentions, and in less than half a minute he was fully erect. Susana's hand closed convulsively around his tool as Neil's probing tongue pushed her to the edge of orgasm, then over the edge to a climax that left her shaking, gasping but unsatisfied. She tugged urgently at Peter's dick and pleaded: "Fuck me." Peter handed the camera to Neil and they changed places. Susana slithered back across the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Peter knelt on the bed and fitted the head of his cock into her cunt, then placed his hands either side of her body and thrust himself deep inside her. Beside them, Neil turned the camera on Susana's face. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks flushed, and there were little beads of perspiration in the fine down above her upper lip. "Yes," she moaned as Peter worked his ever-hardening tool in and out of her. "Oh yes, fuck me. Deeper. Harder." Neil knelt on the bed behind her head and aimed the camera at the junction of their bodies, the viewfinder filled with Peter's cock sliding easily in and out between her lust-swollen, moist and clinging cunt-lips, framed by the straps of her suspender belt. His cock jutted over Susana's face and she circled it with the thumb and index finger of her right hand, pumped it slowly in time with Peter's steady thrusting. It lengthened and stiffened in response to her attentions, and Peter increased the pace and power of his thrusting, little rivers of perspiration streaming down his face and chest as he fought to hold off his looming climax. Suddenly he stopped and pulled back from her. "Come on top of me," he said, and lay face-up on the bed beside her, his cock throbbing and twitching. Susana let go of Neil's tool and swung herself astride Peter's chest. "Lick me first," she said, and thrust her crotch at his mouth. Neil slid back off the bed and crouched to get a better angle as she spread her labia wide with both hands and Peter's tongue probed at her crack. She shivered, rubbed at her clit with a feverish finger and shook her head wildly as a second orgasm swept through her. Then she worked her way backwards down his body, licked her own juices from his lips, and impaled herself on his upthrust cock. "Sit up," said Neil, and she worked her feet forward, rose up into a squatting position, leaned back with her hands on Peter's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on his bursting tool. It was graphic video, her legs spread wide and her cunt clutched tight around Peter's shaft as she rose and fell. But it was hard work, and after 30 seconds or so she slipped back to her knees and leaned forward to place her hands either side of Peter's shoulders. Neil stood and moved around to the other side of the bed, refocussed the camera between Peter's legs as she rocked back and forth, rising until only the very tip of his cock was still inside her and then slamming back to engulf it to the root. Peter reached to place a hand on each of her buttocks, pulled her cheeks apart and stabbed upwards with his hips, forcing himself further into her with each stroke. She whimpered, screwed down on to him, savored the sweet agony as his cock dug deeper, deeper until the tip was prodding at her cervix. She tensed her vaginal muscles, clamped as hard as she could on the pole boring into her vitals. Peter jabbed harder, flinging his hips high off the bed, and she sensed that once again he was close to climax. "Don't come yet," she gasped. She lifted herself free of his cock and rolled to the end of the bed, then on to her hands and knees facing Neil. "Put that thing down and come here," she said. Neil placed the camera on the bedside table, adjusted the zoom to its widest angle and flipped up the viewfinder. He bent to the eyepiece, satisfied himself that he had all of her in frame with room to spare at both ends, then moved back in front of her and knelt on the edge of the bed. His cock jerked with anticipation. Susana turned her head to Peter. "Fuck me from behind," she said. She leaned forward and took Neil's dick in her mouth as Peter rolled across the bed and knelt behind her. Neil arched his back and his prick stiffened noticeably as he tightened his scrotal muscles. Susana licked, sucked and nibbled at the tip of his cock, then opened her mouth wide and swallowed it all as Peter pushed back into her cunt. As if timed by telepathy, Neil and Peter began fucking in unison, long slow strokes that had her at one moment filled to bursting at both ends and at the next moment stretching desperately to prevent one or other of them slipping out of her reach. Gradually, they stepped up the tempo. Peter grasped her by the hips and screwed himself deeper into her with every thrust. At the very edge of her vision, the blood-red eye of the video camera's operating light glowed steadily, reminding her that she could sit down later in front of the TV and relive it all. With that thought her excitement peaked, and she gave herself up to the black void and silver fireworks of orgasm. It lasted for ages. When it subsided there were tears in her eyes, she was weak and trembling, and dripping with perspiration. Her men, startled by the intensity of her climax, had stopped their rooting and were caressing her back and flanks, their still-rigid cocks half in and half out of her. Susana lifted her head from Neil's dick, dipped forward away from Peter, and rolled on to her back. She grabbed Neil's hand and pulled him down to kiss him. "Thank you," she said. She signalled to Peter and he leaned across her to be kissed, too. "That was beautiful," she said. Then: "Do me more." She wormed her way under Peter's body and flung her legs high and wide. "Fuck me again," she said. Peter dipped his head and licked her nipples, then moved over her and allowed her to guide his cock into her pussy. He winced as she reached down further and squeezed his balls. "Fuck me HARD," she said, and wrapped her arms around his back. Neil retrieved the camera from the bedside table and filmed their faces as Peter redistributed his weight on hands and knees, drew back slightly and rammed into her as ordered. Susana threw back her head and made little sobbing noises while he banged away almost brutally at her cunt, driving her back across the bed until her head hung over the edge. She kicked at his buttocks with her heels, cuddled him tighter and bit his shoulder. The pain spurred him on, and he pounded away furiously, only dimly aware of her breathless chanting in his ear: "Come now. Come. Come inside me. Come now. Come inside me. Come. Come. Come." He was an automaton, a fucking-machine, all of his attention focussed on the warm-wet cunt clutching tightly at his cock as it swept in and out like a steam piston. Suddenly the ache in his crotch contracted and intensified to a knot of pure sweet agony and he was gasping for breath as the floodgates opened and his sperm poured out of him in a seemingly endless succession of spasms. Beneath him, Susana shook with silent laughter at the expression on his face, then stiffened and thrashed her head from side to side, bucking her hips and clawing at the sheet while wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. Finally they lay still, hearts pounding and bodies glued together with sweat. Susana took Peter's head in her hands and kissed him, then pushed at his chest. "Off," she said. He rolled away, exhausted and ready to sleep, but she wasn't finished. "Take the camera," she said. Peter rolled off the end of the bed and stood up shakily. Susana looked at Neil, toyed absently with her dripping pussy, and ran her tongue around parted lips. "Do it," she said. She wriggled around in a half-circle and lay spread-eagled with her buttocks on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor and her knees wide apart. "Do it." Neil handed the camera to Peter, who refocussed it on Susana's spread-eagled body. "Do it," she said again. Neil sank to his knees between her legs and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he slipped two fingers into her cunt, drew them out again covered in sperm. He raised his hand to her lips and she gazed provocatively at Peter as she took first one finger, then the other, in her mouth and sucked them clean of the glistening fluid. Neil rose up on his knees, leaned forward and flicked his tongue between her still-parted lips. "Lie down," he whispered. She flopped back on the bed and he sucked her nipples and licked his way back down her belly to her pubic mound. Then he placed his hands under her thighs, lifted her legs and spread them wider, and slithered his tongue into her crack. Peter almost dropped the camera in shock. But he recovered quickly, took a step closer and knelt, zooming in tight as Neil spread the slick and shining labia with his fingers and lapped at the sticky juice oozing from her cunt. Susana placed a hand on the top of Neil's head. "Suck me," she said. "Suck him out of me. Lick it up." Neil burrowed his nose into her slit and drove his tongue repeatedly deep into her cunt, savoring the slimy texture and the lip-numbing salt-and-peppery taste of Peter's sperm mixed with the musky spice of her own sweet juices. Then he got to his feet, stepped to the side and lay down on his back on the bed beside Susana. "Sit on my face," he said. Susana spun around on the bed, swung a leg over him and squatted. He reached around her and plucked at her nipples, at the same time applying his lips to her cunt. A flood of sperm and vaginal juice poured out of her, and he gulped it down, probed again into her cunt with his tongue, then began licking her like a cat, up and down the entire length of her crack. Susana reached for his rampant cock, squeezed and caressed it for a few moments and then leaned forward, eyes closed, and took him into her mouth. Peter aimed the camera at Susana's lips inching their way down the shaft of Neil's cock. His own erection had reasserted itself, and it stiffened further as he watched Neil's dick sliding in and out of her mouth. He got to his feet, set the camera on the bedside table as Neil had done earlier, and walked around the end of the bed. Neil's tongue was still busy in the recesses of Susana's crack. Peter tapped him on the top of the head. "Move," he said. Neil pushed at Susana's right leg, slid out from under as she raised it, and worked his shoulders around until he was lying diagonally across the bed, his cock still in her mouth. Peter knelt behind her, spread her cheeks with his thumbs, and shoved himself into her cunt. Susana blinked back tears of ecstasy, sucked feverishly at Neil's cock and pressed back against Peter as he battered away at her pussy. This time they all came together, Neil snorting and thrashing his hips as he emptied his load into her eager mouth, Susana shaking and shivering and Peter, his twitching cock buried to the hilt in her still-dripping cunt, shuddering out of control and clawing at her hips. Finally, Susana pulled away from both of them and rolled on to her back. She reached for Peter, pulled him down on top of her, and kissed him wetly on the mouth. 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