Message-ID: <18012eli$9812140431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/18012.txt> From: "Martina Lee" <susanasue@hotmail.com> Subject: The New Boy (Part 1 of 16/17 from Oh, Susana) FM+M 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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199812131843.KAA28445@f13.hotmail.com> This is the 16th 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 16. The New Boy Calvin wasn't at all sure he was doing the wise, or right, thing. He'd only been in the country a week, and here he was letting himself be picked up . . . there could be no other way of putting it . . . by a strange lady who wanted to screw his brains out in front of her husband. He was certainly interested in having his brains screwed out. It was a month since he'd last gotten laid, and Susana was definitely the sexiest little piece he'd come across in years. But he had his doubts about the husband. After all, what kind of guy wants to watch someone else fucking his wife? Neil was a strange bugger, friendly enough but never seemed to smile, and in spite of Susana's assurances Calvin had a sneaking suspicion that he might be gay. Was that it? Would he be chockablock up the little woman and suddenly find the husband trying to get up his bum? Well, he was about twice as big as Neil, and the little guy would quickly find himself without any teeth if he tried anything like that. As he followed Susana up the stairs, watching the soft white fabric of her dress clinging to what he already knew was naked flesh, he mentally shrugged his shoulders. What the hell, he thought for about the fifth time, if they get a charge out of this kind of thing, I might as well be in on the action. Waiting for Neil to open the door, he put a hand on Susana's behind, pressed a finger into the cleft between her bouncy buttocks. She turned her face up to him and waggled her tongue. Then the door was open, and they walked into the flat. Following Neil's example, Calvin pulled off his shoes and left them with the collection just inside the door, then cast a quick eye over his surroundings. Kitchen. Fair-sized living room-dining room, with sofas and an armchair arranged in a U-shape in front of the TV. Plate-glass doors leading on to a balcony. Open door into what was probably the master bedroom. "Nice place," he said, being polite. Susana steered him to the armchair at the foot of the "U". "Sit there," she said. Then: "Drink?" Calvin thought about it. He'd already taken on a fair load at the nightclub, and maybe a coffee would be better. On the other hand, staying pissed might be the way to go. "I'll have a beer," he said. Susana called to Neil in the kitchen, where from the sound of it he had already opened the fridge. "Beer," she said, "and I'll have a vermouth." While Neil made noises like a man getting drinks, she leaned over Calvin and briefly squeezed his cock. Then she tilted his head back, stuck her tongue in his mouth and then his ear, and whispered: "You wanna see a blue movie?" Not really, he thought, but whatever turns you on, lady. "Sure," he said. Susana walked into what he took to be the bedroom, emerged with a videotape in her hand just as Neil appeared from the kitchen with a stubby of beer in a foam cooler, and her glass of vermouth. Calvin took the beer, waited for Susana to take her glass and for Neil to fetch his own beer from the servery counter. "Good luck," said Neil, and they drank. Susana handed the tape to Neil. "Put it on," she said. He sighed, looked at Calvin. Calvin shrugged and Susana said again: "Put it on." Neil put his beer on top of the TV, bent to the video deck and inserted the tape, then turned on the TV. "I'll be back in a while," he said, and went into the bedroom, then into what Calvin assumed was the en suite bathroom. Susana sat on the couch to Calvin's right, folded her legs up on the cushion, and sipped at her drink. The screen lit up. Action. Surprise, surprise. Two guys, one girl. Girl on her knees, one cock in her mouth, the other in her cunt. Heavy breathing, stupid background music. Close-up of cock in mouth. Slurp, slurp. Close-up of cock in cunt. Push, shove. In spite of himself, Calvin felt his own cock struggling to stand erect. He shifted in his chair, looked at Susana. She was watching him, not the screen. "Turn you on?" she asked. "Some," he said, and took another pull at his beer. Susana swung her legs off the couch, got up and knelt in front of him. Calvin slipped down in the chair as she urged his knees apart and reached with both hands for the waistband of his trousers. In a moment she had him unbuttoned, then unzipped, and was peeling his underpants away from his rapidly stiffening cock. She took it in her hand, nodded approval. "Nice prick," she said, and began sliding her hand loosely up and down the shaft. It responded magnificently to her attentions, lengthening and thickening in her hand. Susana had picked it for a big one back on the dance floor, and she wasn't disappointed. She'd heard that sometimes big guys had tiny dicks, but Calvin was big all over. Fully erect now, it had to be 20cm long, and it was almost as thick as her wrist. She felt herself getting wet between the legs with anticipation, leaned forward and licked its toadstool head, then took it in her mouth just as Neil walked back out of the bedroom. . . . . CONTINUED IN PART 2 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>