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Subject: Sue's 23rd: Red Hot 2/2
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NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only -- so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let
me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something
that I REALLY like), you can reach me at suenh@kear.tdsnet.com ... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real
life! 

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	RED HOT     by Sue 
			part two of two 

As we finished the preparation of dinner, and then sat down to eat the
delightful feast, we had an amazing discussion. Each of us had the chance to
talk freely about the tricky separations that needed to be maintained --
between our professional lives and our natural appetites for private
experiences and pleasures. And Polly, Michael, and I had plenty of experiences
and pleasures to share with the others. The two of them had plenty of bawdy
tales to tell, especially from times that predated their relocation to this
town. Since then, they had been much more discreet in their behavior.

When I told them that I got a particular kick from writing erotic stories for
alt.sex.stories on the Internet, they looked at each other and burst into
laughter. It turns out that they were avid followers of the Newsgroup, and that
they were fans of my work. The fact that I was, in person, much as I described
myself online, was a wonderful surprise. This had been the subject of much
disagreement between the two of them. Polly found my online personae to be
entirely believable, but Michael had surmised that SueNH was probably a flabby,
lonely guy who got off on the impersonation of a libertine woman. Weren’t they
glad that Polly was right about that!?

John had been so silent during this whole discussion of our past lives. But the
mention of the Internet and the sex-related newsgroups finally brought him to
the point of opening up. He too was a reader of alt.sex.stories, as well as
many of the picture and discussion groups. In particular, he was always on the
lookout for stories and pictures of redheads.

When he said that, and then realized the implications of what he had said, he
turned scarlet with embarrassment. The passage of time was suspended for a few
moments of silence. Then Polly broke into a broad and comforting smile. She
tried to put him at ease, telling him that she was flattered, that she was
probably typical of most women in the sense that she enjoyed being looked at
and appreciated. 

More talk ensued on this subject, and gradually, John admitted that his
fascination with redheads had begun when he had met Polly. He knew that her
marriage made her “untouchable,” so he played out his fantasies in private.
Michael asked John if he thought about Polly when he masturbated.

“Oh, yes,” he replied. “ I hope that I’m not offending you, but it’s true. And
I’m glad to finally get a chance to talk about this.”

“I’m not bothered in the least. If I didn’t have Polly to enjoy in the flesh,
I’d be just like you -- enjoying her vicariously. Maybe Sue can write one of
her stories, telling all of us what it would be like if you and Polly really
got to act out these dreams of yours.”

“Well,” I explained, “I’m not entirely sure that I have any ideas about how
this would play out. I need more suggestions from you guys.” This was somewhat
disingenuous of me, since I certainly could have written the story based on the
basic premises that had already been established. But I love hearing about
people’s hidden, kinky fantasies, and I hoped to encourage more and more
revealing confessions, perhaps for my story, and perhaps just because I get off
on hearing this kind of stuff from real people.

Anyway, Polly pushed her chair away from the table and said “Well, dinner is
finished. Let’s adjourn to the living room and see where this conversation
leads.”

When we got there, Polly said “Sue, I only met you today, and while I’ve known
John for many years, it has always been entirely within the setting of our
professional relationship. I don’t want to propose anything that is beyond the
boundaries that you all are comfortable with. But it’s been months since
Michael and I have gotten to let down our hair.” That was the second time that
she had used that illustrative phrase. “All this talk about sex has gotten me
very aroused. And John, your flattery for my hair, and presumably, the rest of
my body, makes me want to act on your suggestions. 

“Michael, I know that you want to stay and watch. You just love to see me
fucking another man. And I’d love to have you be here too, Sue. If you want to
get it on with my husband, I can assure you that he’ll be a great lover. and
he’ has the hots for you. On the way home from school, he told me how much he’d
like to fuck you. Now that he knows that you are the famous SueNH, I’ll bet my
ass that his cock is trying to tear a hole in his pants.”

John was paralyzed with shock. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were
glazed and wide. Polly took the initiative; she walked over to where he sat on
the couch, placed a knee on either side of his hips, and sat her butt down on
his thighs. She leaned forward to kiss him hard on the lips, and she grabbed
her long hair in both hands and engulfed his entire face in the shimmering
object of her desire. Then her hands trailed down to his chest and unbuttoned
his shirt. John came partially to his senses, and he tentatively massaged her
shoulders and back through the oily silk fabric. Polly finished with his
buttons and pushed the shirt over his shoulders and part way down his arms,
trapping them at his sides. She was enjoying being in control. 

As Polly unbuttoned her own blouse, Michael took hold of my hand and led me
over to the couch so that I could sit right next to John and Polly. His hoarse
whispers filled my ears, encouraging me to watch them while he took care of me.
He sat on his haunches between my knees, lifted my skirt up, and pulled my
panties off, removing my shoes at the same time. In the process, his
fingernails gently scratched along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and
calfs. As his fingers retraced their path back up toward my crotch, they were
followed by nibbling kisses. 

He took his time, teasing me and allowing me time to watch Polly’s seductive
lap dance. By now, she had shed her blouse. Her professional teacher’s outfit
had totally masked the size of her breast, which now swayed pendulously in
front of John’s face. I was fascinated by her nipples (which were very small
and dark) and especially her aureolas. I had never seen any that were so
incredibly wide and pale. They were almost the same color as the surrounding
skin, but the texture reminded me of large-scale goose bumps. Freckles were
splattered randomly over her chest and shoulders.

Polly tantalized John with those firm breasts and tiny nipples. Whenever he
would manage to trap a nub between his lips, she would pull it out of his
suckling grasp. Then she twisted her shoulders more vigorously, slapping his
face with the supple flesh. John’s arms were still trapped, and he showed no
sign that he wished to be freed. I marveled at Polly’s intuitive understanding
of how to make love to him -- he needed to be ravished and toyed with. Normally
he was the principal. Tonight she was the headmistress.

I was also being teased by Michael, who was kissing all up and down my inner
thighs and onto my tummy. I spread my legs wide apart, hoping to make the
invitation more obvious. But still he declined my unspoken suggestion, and
continued his fiendish circling. I endured as long as I could, then I grabbed
him by the curly black hair and gently pulled him toward my waiting cunt.
Still, he resisted, so I became more aggressive, placing my heels on the back
of his neck and tugging more insistently on his hair. He knew enough to end his
teasing, and I felt his mouth cover the entire mound of my cunt. He went from
calculated restraint to ambitious zeal, as his fingers pulled my outer labia
apart, and his tongue dug upwards through the wet crevasse between my inner
lips. My clitoris was the pinnacle at the head of the canyon, and Michael’s
nose, lips, and tongue alternatively flicked over this protruding feature.
Occasionally, his tongue reached down all the way to my anus, testing for my
reactions. I enjoyed his attention to this area -- until one of his thumbs
tried to enter my asshole. That insidious feeling of discomfort displaced the
wonderful erotic feelings that had been mounting within me. I told him not to
do that, and he accepted my prohibition with a disappointed sigh. 

This distraction reminded me that I was not paying attention to my neighbors on
the couch. When I turned back to them, Polly was now in the same position as my
lover, sitting on her haunches between John’s knees. His slacks and underwear
were now crumpled on the arm of the couch next to them, and Polly was busy
swallowing his cock. And that is exactly what it looked like. Her lips were
fastened tightly around the base of his penis, and her cheeks and jaws were
churning energetically. If John was endowed with an unusually long cock, then
the head would certainly be embedded deep into her throat, something which I
find uncomfortable. Eventually, Polly pulled back off his cock, and a streamer
of clear pre-come bridged the gap from her tongue to the purplish crown of his
penis. I saw that his size was more manageable, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. for
Polly, this was a bite-sized snack, judging by her hungry resumption of her
fellatio. Her palms cradled and jostled John’s hairy testicles, and he moaned
and gasped in appreciation. His arms were still trapped at his sides by the
only garment that he still wore, and he made no attempt to untangle from the
Brooks Brothers bonds.

Meanwhile, I was more actively participating in directing my enjoyment. I
encouraged Michael to stick two of his fingers inside my vagina, and I let him
know when he made contact with my G-spot. He bent his fingers upwards, exerting
the pressure on that area that provides me with the most intense sensations.
The swabbing of his tongue was now concentrated totally on my clitoris, and he
lashed at it unmercifully. I was quickly swept up the slopes toward my orgasm.
It was the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that is only provoked by the
combination of expert physical manipulation (Michael certainly knew what he was
doing) and the naughty thrill of engaging in outrageous and immoderate
escapades with strangers. My entire body was heaving and shimmying as I
clutched his head into my open cunt. I tipped my head back and let my
triumphant shrieks echo off the cathedral ceiling. 

As I gradually drifted back down from these giddy heights, I once again turned
my attention to Polly, who was now back to her original position sitting on
John’s knees. His shirt had finally been removed, and he was using his
liberated hands to play with his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh. Polly
looked at me and said “Jeez, I thought you were gonna have a heart attack! If
you are back with us, then do John a favor and hold his cock for him. I want
him to play with my tits.” 

Of course, I was eager to help, so I reached between them and held his cock
straight upwards, jacking up and down the shaft very slowly. Polly lifted her
hips upward and positioned her cunt so that the lips were wrapped over the
bulging head of his penis. Her outer labia were much longer than mine, hanging
loosely like thick red velvet. She humped back and forth so that his cock head
sliced through her cunt and jabbed against her knot of her clitoral hood. She
was so wet and puffy. Juices were smeared all around her cunt and throughout
her sparse red pubic hair. Sticky, salty liquids flowed down onto my fingers, a
mixture of both their secretions. When John tried to lift his hips so that his
cock could plunge deeper into the folds of her cunt, she too rose up, keeping
her distance. Both she and her husband could be such impish teases!

Polly had guided John’s hands onto her breasts which were pink and moist with a
light sheen of perspiration. She insisted that he tweak and pull at her teeny
nipples, and the harder he pinched, the more she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly,
without warning, she let the muscles in her legs go soft, and her cunt dropped
down onto John’s cock in one swift motion. She engulfed him, her wet crotch
pushing my fingers out of the way. 

She was as energetic about her fucking as anyone I had ever seen. As soon as
she had impaled herself with John’s cock, she lifted back up, and then pounded
down, again and again with a swiftness and tempo that made the couch rock. Yet
she was able to measure her lift perfectly, so that I could see the head of
John’s cock peak out from the folds of her skin at the crest of each cyclical
stroke. She held tightly to John’s shoulders so that she could increase her
leverage, and John in turn held tightly to her ass cheeks. He tried once to
match her motions with his own thrusts, but her pace was unmatchable. Her
wonderfully big breasts were swinging wildly, slapping randomly against each
other and John’s face. Now sweat was flowing out of her pores, dribbling down
her skin in meandering streams. Her beautiful hair was plastered to her face,
neck and back.

Then she slowed down just a bit, and looked down at Michael, who had his head
cradled between my thighs. Between her gasps for breaths, she said “Honey... ,
as wonderful as John is.... , I need more. You know what I want....
pleasssssse!”

“Oh, yes, dear,” Michael replied, “I know what you need right now. And I’m glad
you asked, since I don’t think that Sue is interested in this for herself. Is
it all right with you, Sue, if I leave you alone for a while, so that I can
help out with John and Polly? When Polly gets this excited, she needs more that
one cock. And without help, I don’t think that John will be able to get off --
Polly’s cunt is just too loose to do the job on it’s own.”

I was so curious about what was to happen, and my massive orgasm still left me
fully satisfied and generous about sharing my new lover. I nodded my assent.
Michael immediately stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. Exhausted
yet unsatisfied, Polly had slowed down a bit, and now John was able to fuck his
cock upward into her. As her husband stood between John’s outstretched feet, he
asked John to pull Polly’s ass cheeks apart. Michael spit into his hand and
lathered his thin cock with the saliva and his seeping pre-come. Now I knew
what he had in mind. And it was something that I had never seen before. As I
said before, I knew all about anal in a theoretical sense, and my fantasies
sometimes included thoughts of it. Now I was going to see it up close and
personal.

In fact, even closer than I expected; Michael asked me to do for him what I had
just done for John. He wanted me to hold his cock as he pushed it into Polly’s
ass. I asked her if this was really what she wanted. She said “I know that this
is not for everyone, but for me, getting fucked in the ass by Michael can be
the most exciting and arousing thing. It’s harmlessly nasty and sinful, which
makes it deliciously attractive for me. It’s the exact opposite of what people
usually expect from me. The first time, it hurt just a little, but now it
doesn’t hurt at all. After all, Michaels’ cock is just made perfect for this.”

And I suppose that it was, for his cock was incredibly thin, something like a
table candle. Also, the head of his cock was kind of pointy, and it was no
wider than the rest of his penis. I accepted her assurances, and so I stood
beside Michael and pulled his cock down. All this talking had allowed it to
become dry again, so I bent over and relubricated him with my own saliva. As I
did, he reached around my own ass and combed his fingers through my cunt. The
prospect of what I was about to see had me aroused again, and I shuddered at
his touch. 

I straightened up and aimed his spear-like cock at it’s intended target. With
John’s hands pulling her cheeks wide apart, I could plainly see Polly’s anus.
It was burgundy-colored, and the rim was crinkled, hairless, and puffy. She was
purposely twitching the muscles of her sphincter, making it wink open and
closed. Just below was a small exposed part of John’s cock -- the rest was
embedded deeply into her vagina. For the moment, he had stopped his thrusting,
waiting for this new level of kinky and forbidden sexuality.

Michael edged forward. With my help, his slippery cock zeroed in on the
bullseye-shaped target. As he hunched forward, the rubbery flesh of his dark
red glans compressed and deformed, and I thought for a moment that he would
not, after all, be able to enter. But the muscles of her buttocks gradually
softened, and with this, her asshole became more receptive. Abruptly, his
cockhead popped inside the narrow confines, and Michael let his weight shift
forwards with the most unhurried pace. I saw his cock slide through my fingers
and disappear millimeter by millimeter -- accompanied by a long, groaning
exhale from Polly’s lungs. As she ran out of breath, Michael’s wiry crop of
thick black pubic hair pressed into the skin of her cheeks. Just as when I had
held John’s cock, my fingers were pushed out of the way by the collision of
flesh.

Michael left himself fully imbedded for a long time, allowing Polly to become
comfortable with the intrusion. Finally she whispered that it was “OK, go
ahead.” Michael pulled himself most of the way out, and then gently eased back
in, again eliciting an earthy grunt of pleasure from his wife. The third time,
Polly said to John “Come on, John, I need you to fuck me too. I need you both.”
As John started to thrust in and out, it took him a while to figure out how to
match the Michael’s tempo. But soon they had it coordinated. Polly simply held
her position, allowing herself to be fucked by her two lovers. Only her head
moved, pivoting around on the axis of her neck as she chanted an endlessly
repeating mantra: “Oh yes...., oh yes...., oh yes....” She seemed to be in some
kind of trance. Michael placed one hand in the small of her back, and the other
reached around and grabbed ahold of one of her meaty breasts. His fingers dug
deeply into the pliant flesh.

With two long, hard cocks competing for the limited space inside her, I could
only assume that the constricting tightness inside each of Polly’s canals was
incredible, and I was surprised at how long John and Michael were able to hold
out. But at long last, the intense sensations were too much for both of them,
and their own gasps and grunts mingled with Polly’s. John was the first to
reach his climax, and as his body stiffened into an arch and his hips vibrated
with orgasmic twitches, this acted as an inspiration for Michael and Polly,
triggering their own explosive orgasm. The incredible depth and breadth of
their commingled sensations was fully obvious to me, painting a picture of
bliss and satisfaction that is etched forever in my mind. 

Michael finally was unable to control his leg muscles, which had turned to
jelly. He collapsed backward onto the carpet, his softening, slimy cock
slapping onto his stomach. Polly sagged forwards, momentarily smothering John
with her sweaty, heaving breasts, but she slid off to the side enough to allow
him room to breath. Now the scene that attracted my attention was the view of
Polly’s crotch, still gaping wide open. From both her cunt and her asshole,
milky white dribbles of semen pumped rhythmically out of the pulsating reddened
orifices, drooling in sticky streams onto her thighs and John’s testicles. It
was the most carnal and wickedly erotic sight that I could possibly imagine. 

Since that evening, many images and lessons are indelibly etched into my
consciousness. Naturally, the images of red-hot sexuality burn brightly in my
memory. But I was also inspired to question my tendency to prejudge people. My
interactions with Polly, Michael, and John taught me that first impressions are
often wrong. Hopefully, I learned something ..., we’ll see.

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