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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 <susanasue@hotmail.com>

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. The taste of sperm was strong, and he didn't mind a 
bit.



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