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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 <susanasue@hotmail.com>

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 . . .





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