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 . . .
