Peter buried his face in Susana’s neck, his hot breath coming in
explosive bursts, his back humped and his hips working overtime, driving
his pistoning prick faster, further, in and out of the clasping,
grasping, churning channel of yearning flesh which was all that remained
of her conscious being. Her splayed legs, unbidden, rose to wrap
themselves around his back, heels digging into his kidneys. Someone,
somewhere, was sobbing helplessly, pleading: “More. Oh more. Deeper.
Harder. More. More. Harder. I love it. Harder. Fuck me HARDER.” She
clawed at the sheets, raised her hands and raked his back with her
nails, spurring him on. He responded by stepping up both the pace and
power of his thrusting.
Her orgasm, when it came, rendered her deaf and blind and seemed to last
forever. Then it was his turn, and he was shouting and grimacing with
the delicious agony of it, his cock buried deep within her, twitching
and jerking as the floodgates opened and the dam emptied for the second
time in an hour. When it was over he pulled out of her and rolled off,
collapsed beside her and lapsed into unconsciousness. Susana prodded him
a couple of times, satisfied herself that he was simply asleep, gathered
her own scattered resources and slid off the bed.
She opened the door and walked out into the warming shaft of light from
the setting sun, peeping through a narrow gap in the drapes at the
western end of the living room. Neil was sitting on the sofa with a can
of beer in his hand, watching the national news on TV. “Hello,” she
said. “I didn’t hear you come.” He turned his head towards her, raised
the beer to his lips and drank, regarding her steadily over the rim of
the can. Her naked body, shimmering with perspiration, glowed
golden-brown in the sunlight.
He placed his can on the low table at the end of the sofa and leered at
her. “Well,” he said amicably. “I certainly heard YOU come. So probably
did everyone else in the building.” Susana snickered. “Oh dear,” she
said, her eyes widening in mock horror. “Were we really that loud?” Neil
shrugged. “Maybe not,” he said. “We’ll have to wait a while to see if
anybody called the police.” He patted his knee. “Come here, wench.”
Susana stepped out of the sunlight and settled in his lap, slid her arms
around his neck and kissed him. “Love you,” she said. Neil nibbled her
ear, and cupped her right breast in his left hand. “Love you, too,” he
said. “Insatiable slut.” Susana wriggled rapturously, her nipples sprang
erect, and semen dribbled out of her vagina, soaking his trouser leg.
“Thanks a LOT,” grumbled Neil. “I WAS going to wear these pants again
tomorrow.”
Susana nuzzled his neck and giggled. “Sorry,” she said. “That’s
alright,” said Neil. “No hard feelings.” That was certainly untrue
there was a very distinct hard feeling against her left hip. Susana
kissed him again, leaned back and looked him earnestly in the eye. “Want
to make love,” she said. Neil looked questioningly towards the open door
of the spare room. “He’s asleep,” said Susana. “Totally worn out.” Neil
tsked. “That’s the trouble with these young studs,” he said. “No staying
power.” Susana batted her eyelashes at him. “You should be so powerful,”
she teased. He raised an eyebrow. “Do tell,” he said. Susana wriggled
her hip against his erection and pursed her lips at him. “You’d like
that,” she said mischievously, “wouldn’t you?”
Neil was nonplussed. “Like what?” Susana pulled his head down to hers
and stuck her tongue in his ear. “All the dirty details,” she whispered.
“You’d like to hear the whole story. Blow by blow. Wouldn’t you?” He
didn’t answer, but her hip detected further stirrings which confirmed
her suspicions. She swung her legs to the floor and stood up. “Alright,”
she said. “Come to bed, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
She took his hand, pulled him to his feet and led him into their
bedroom. Then she sat on the bed, unbuckled his belt and pulled his
shirt out of his trousers. “Take it off,” she said. While he fiddled
with the buttons she slipped off the bed, knelt on the floor and tapped
his left ankle. “Up,” she said. He raised his foot and she pulled off
his sock, then repeated the procedure with the other foot. His shirt
dropped to the floor and she picked it up, bundled the socks in it and
lobbed the bundle into the dirty clothes basket. She trailed a hand up
his left leg, wrinkling her nose at the damp patch on his upper thigh,
and unhooked the waistband of his trousers.
She unzipped him slowly, teasingly, lowered his trousers and helped him
to step out of them, then worked his briefs down over his buttocks. In
front, his erection strained for release. Susana hooked a finger under
the waistband on either side of it and pulled out and down. His cock
leapt free and stood quivering at attention in front of her face. She
licked its head, then slipped his pants down his legs.
“Wait,” she said. She picked up his trousers, stood up and walked to the
door, dropping trousers and underpants in the clothes basket on the way.
She closed the door, turned back to Neil and told him: “On the bed.” He
pulled back the bedspread, clambered on to the bed and lay back on the
pillows. Susana slipped into the crook of his right arm, snuggled into
him and stroked his dick.
“He raped me,” she said after a few moments. “The dirty bastard raped
me.”
Neil swore and struggled to sit up, but she pushed him back. “It’s
alright,” she said. “Just listen.” He relaxed a little and she returned
to fingering his suddenly softened penis.
“I didn’t hear him come home,” she said. “I was standing on the balcony,
watching the boats, and suddenly he grabbed me from behind and put his
hand over my mouth. I didn’t know it was him I really thought it was a
burglar. I was so frightened I nearly peed my pants. I still didn’t know
it was him even when he spoke, ’cause he sort of growled. ‘Don’t move,’
he said, ‘and don’t scream, or I’ll throw you over the edge.’
“He pushed me up against the railing and bent me over it. I was so
SCARED. Then he said again, ‘Don’t scream,’ and took his hand away from
my mouth. I just hung there over the railing, begging him not to kill
me. He told me to shut up. Then he said again he’d throw me off the
balcony if I moved, and he put his hands up my dress and pulled down my
pants.
“I was too scared even to try to look at him. He made me step out of my
knickers, then pulled them over my head like a hood, with the elastic
under my nose, and tied them tight at the back.” She giggled. “I don’t
know where he got the idea, but it was a very good blindfold. I could
still breathe, but I couldn’t see anything except shadows.
“He called me a bitch, and said if I didn’t do everything he told me
he’d kill me. God, I was SO frightened. I was saying ‘Please don’t kill
me, please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt
me’, and he just growled at me to ‘shut up, bitch’. Then he pulled me
back off the railing and made me kneel on the ground, and said he wanted
me to suck him off. I heard him unzip his pants and then he took my hand
and put it on his cock. I wanked it a couple of times, and he pulled my
hand away, grabbed my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I nearly
vomited.
“He kept saying, ‘Suck it bitch, suck it good, you love it, don’t you?’
Then he pulled it out of my mouth and told me to beg for it. I had to
say I loved his filthy cock and wanted to suck him off, wanted him to
come in my mouth. He said, ‘Alright, do it properly and I’ll let you
live.’
“Oh god, Neil, you just don’t know how scared I was. I sucked him and
sucked him for ages, and he kept on telling me to go faster, or slower,
or deeper, and just when I thought he was going to come he pulled my
head up, dragged me to my feet and bent me forward over the railing
again.
“I nearly screamed, I was sure he was going to push me over. I said
‘Please don’t, please don’t’, and he said to shut up he wasn’t going to
hurt me. Then he pulled my dress up and knotted it around my waist, and
told me to spread my legs. I set my feet apart and he kept kicking at my
heels and saying ‘Wider, wider’, until I couldn’t spread them any
further.
“Then he put his hand between my legs and slipped a finger into my
pussy. I don’t understand this I was SCARED, and ANGRY, and ASHAMED,
but my pussy was WET, very wet, excited. Why is that?”
Neil shrugged. “I don’t know,” he whispered hoarsely. “Maybe it’s got a
mind of its own. Maybe it knew who he was, even if your head didn’t.”
Susana tugged gently at his once-more-rampant erection, which had
reasserted itself as she told her story and was now trying to set a new
record for rigidity, and reflected that men’s cocks certainly had minds
of their own, so why not pussies? She sighed, snuggled closer, and went
on with her report.
“Anyway,” she said, “he got two fingers into my cunt and started to
finger-fuck me. Deep. He kept saying ‘Do you like that, bitch, do you
like that?’ and I said ‘Yes, yes, I like it, I love it’, and god help me
it was true, sort of. I got wetter, and wetter. He put both hands in my
crotch and tickled my clit with one while he fucked me with the other.
He kept calling me ‘randy bitch, randy bitch’, and I started trembling,
and then I CAME. It was so SHAMEFUL. I was being raped by a burglar, and
I was having an orgasm! I couldn’t help it. I was saying ‘Yes, yes, do
it, I love it’, and bouncing up and down on his fingers, and he was
fucking me faster and faster and I was hanging out over the railing with
my pants over my head, and begging for more.
“Then he took his hands away and pushed his cock into my cunt. It felt
really big, and went in really deep, and he held me by the hips and
fucked like he was crazy or something and I could feel the teeth on his
zip scratching my pussy and I was saying ‘Oh yes, I love it, fuck me,
fuck me harder’. ‘That’s right, bitch,’ he said, ‘you love it. Love to
be fucked like a dog. Like a bitch in heat. While the other dogs sit
around with their tongues hanging out, waiting for their turn. You love
it, don’t you? Finish with one, go on to the next one. Randy bitch.’
“That’s when I realised it was him. ‘You BASTARD, Peter,’ I said, and he
laughed. ‘Now I’m a bastard,’ he said. ‘Bitch begs to be fucked
senseless by a prowler, and calls him a bastard when she figures out
he’s her boyfriend. Fuck YOU, bitch.’ And he dug his fingers into my
hips and fucked me harder. I was really angry and ready to kill him. I
tried to get up but he pushed me back down over the railing and fucked
me faster and faster.
“I was cursing him and shaking with rage and relief, and he was puffing
and groaning and calling me all sorts of filthy names and his cock was
huge and my cunt was SO wet and I came again and then he came too and I
could feel his sperm dribbling down the inside of my legs and I came
again.
“Then he untied my pants and pulled them off my head and his cock
slipped out of me and he stepped back. I straightened up and turned
around and he was standing there grinning like an idiot, with his face
running with sweat and his dick dangling out of his trousers. I slapped
his face, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me close and kissed me. Then
he picked me up and carried me into his room and dumped me on the bed.”
Susana raised her head to look at Neil. His eyes were closed, his lips
parted, and he was panting softly in time with the movement of her hand,
still pulling mechanically at his prick. He shuddered, and she froze in
mid-stroke, recognising that he had been fighting for control and
unwilling yet to allow him the luxury of release. “Wait,” she said.
“Don’t come.”
She clamped her thumb and forefinger tight around his quivering shaft to
prevent him ejaculating, and made soothing noises until she felt the
pent-up pressure subsiding. “Wait,” she said again. She let go of his
cock, slipped off the bed and padded into the en suite, returned with a
bath towel and a bottle of scented coconut oil. “Rub my back,” she said.
Neil sat up, took the bottle from her and moved aside while she spread
the towel on the bed and lay down on her stomach with her cheek resting
on her folded arms. He knelt beside her and uncorked the bottle, swept
her hair up off her neck and shoulders, and dribbled oil between her
shoulder-blades. It trickled deliciously down her spine and pooled in
the hollow in the small of her back. The air filled with the sensual
fragrance of frangipani.
Neil put the bottle on top of the bedside cabinet and set to work,
spreading the oil swiftly up her back and over her shoulders. Susana
murmured her appreciation as his strong fingers probed at the base of
her skull, searching, smoothing, soothing the tiny knots of tension in
her neck muscles. He worked the oil into her shoulders, then across and
down the curves of her back to her hips. His hands slid easily across
her skin, seeking out all her sensitive spots and linking them up until
her entire back was one enormous erogenous zone. Then he turned his
attention to her legs. He began with her left ankle, dripping on more
oil and using both hands to smooth it up her calf and thigh. Then her
right leg, and a thumb slid tantalisingly up the inner curve of her
thigh but stopped short of her crotch. Susana worked her knees apart and
waggled her bottom, inviting invasion. Neil ignored the offer and went
on massaging her legs, lingering over the pressure points, squeezing,
caressing, gathering all of her awareness into his fingertips and
guiding it upwards, herding it up the insides of her thighs to the point
of their parting where it halted, trembling with anticipation like a
frightened animal.
He poured more oil into his right hand and worked it over and between
the quivering twin mounds of her buttocks. A slippery finger prodded
impudently at her anus, then joined its brothers gently exploring the
intricacies of her labia. Susana’s cunt ached with emptiness, cried out
for cock. She wormed her torso down the bed, thrusting her bottom into
the air. “Now,” she whispered. “Oh please, now. Fuck me now.”
Neil repositioned himself on his knees between her legs, trickled more
oil down the cleft between her buttocks, and returned the bottle to the
bedside cabinet. He entered her in a single flowing movement, filling
her void completely, and she panted approval as he settled into a
steady, thrusting rhythm. After a while he pulled his prick from her
vagina and pressed its oil-slick tip to the adjacent opening. This was
an old game, played three or four times a year, but sodomy was the one
adventure she had always denied him. “No,” she’d say, “not there,” and
he always accepted her refusal so readily that she’d come to suspect he
wasn’t really interested in buggering her anyway. This time, however,
there was something different. For the first time, her inbred aversion
for this particular act was being overpowered by her appetite for new
experiences. “Do it,” she whispered to herself, too quietly for Neil to
hear. “Do it. Fuck my bum.”
Cautiously, almost imperceptibly, she pressed back against him. Her head
swam with the conflict of desire versus taboo. The merest tip of his
cock, a half-dozen millimetres at most, slipped into the forbidden
orifice. Then taboo gained the upper hand and she snapped her sphincter
shut. “No,” she said. “Not there.” Neil offered no argument and she felt
a momentary pang of disappointment as he adjusted his aim and once again
drove his dick deep into the warm and welcoming wetness of her cunt.
How much of the lubrication was oil and how much natural excitement was
impossible to tell. It didn’t matter the bottom line was that she was
positively sopping. Every thrust, every withdrawal provided audible
testimony to that an almost continuous series of liquid farts and
plops to match the unintelligible sounds that issued involuntarily from
somewhere deep in her throat. She raised her head and turned it back as
far as she could over her shoulder. “Look,” she gasped, opening her
mouth and gulping like a goldfish. “I’m looking,” panted Neil. “What am
I looking at?” Susana licked her lips. “It’s Peter,” she said. “I’m
sucking his cock.”
This was another old game, a shared fantasy she had invented years ago
and dubbed The Susana Sandwich. She did more goldfish impressions,
accompanied by obscene slurping noises. “He’s crazy for it,” she said.
“His cock’s very stiff, very hot, and very wet.” Slurp, slurp. Neil
stepped up the pace of his fucking and she closed her eyes, fighting
down the rising red fog of approaching orgasm. Slurp, slurp. Lick.
Slurp. “He wants to come in my mouth,” she said. Slurp. “He’s very hard.
I’m sucking him really deep. Can you see it?” Neil pulled her cheeks
apart with his thumbs and screwed her deeper, faster. “Yes,” he
breathed. “Suck him nicely. Suck him off while I fuck you.”
Susana was close to climax. “Oh yes,” she puffed. “Two cocks. One at
each end. Fucking and sucking. I’m a Susana Sandwich.” She worked her
lips around imaginary dick, imagined it swelling, jerking and emptying
itself into her mouth, and came with a rush, only vaguely aware that
Neil had achieved simultaneous release and was hissing and hooting in
triumph: “That’s right. Suck him off. Suck that dick. Fuck. Yes. Susana
Sandwich. Shit, yes. Suck. Yes. Suck it. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Oh yes,
fuuuuck!” He slumped over her back, kissed her neck and groped her
breasts, his hips still humping spasmodically.
Chests heaving, hearts pounding, glued together with sweat, they basked
in the afterglow of orgasm until Susana was returned to reality by the
snaky sensation of his flaccid penis slithering out of her. She wiggled
beneath him. “Off,” she said. “You’re getting heavy.” Neil sighed,
unglued himself from her body, and sat back on his heels. She flopped
forward on to the pillow, turned over, and slid sideways to the right to
give him room to lie down. He settled down beside her, on his back, and
she rolled towards him, flung her right arm across his chest, nuzzled
his neck and then stuck her tongue in his ear.
After a few seconds she drew back, propped herself up on her left elbow
and regarded him gravely. His eyes were closed, but he opened them when
she spoke, her voice a hoarse whisper: “Could you do that really?” He
focused on her face, raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Do what?” She slid her
right hand down his body, tweaked his dick, then traced a zigzag path
back to his chest with her fingertips and drew tiny circles around his
left nipple. She cleared her throat. “Make a Susana Sandwich. With him.”
She nodded towards the door. “Peter. Both of you. Making love to me at
the same time. Could you do that?” He studied her face, trying to read
her thoughts, aware that the wrong answer could upset the balance of
their fragile triangle. Always in the past, when they played the Susana
Sandwich game, the answer had been an enthusiastic yes. But that had
been part of the fantasy, and safe; this time they were talking about an
actual body flesh, blood, muscle and bone, lying just a few metres
away in the next room. Finally, he decided that the safest course was to
turn the question back on her. He shrugged noncommittally. “Maybe,” he
said. “What about you? Could YOU do that? Two at a time? Would you like
that?” Susana caught her breath, closed her eyes, nodded almost
imperceptibly. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want it. Want you both. Both
together.”
Neil put his arms around her, pulled her down on top of him, and kissed
her. Her lips were burning hot, and she was shivering. “Well,” he said.
“I s’pose it’s up to HIM. D’you think HE could handle it?” Susana
considered. “I don’t know,” she said. “He’s very jealous, sometimes.
Childish. Can’t stand the thought of not having me all to himself. But
sometimes he gets really horny when I go to him all wet and sweaty after
being with you. I don’t know. I think so.”
Neil kissed her again. “I think you need to ask him,” he said.
Susana extricated herself from his embrace and sat up. “I’m hungry,” she
said. “Wake him up while I shower, and we can all go to the club.” She
swung her legs off the bed, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.
Five hours later, fed and all just a little drunk, the three of them
were back in the apartment. Susana kicked off her shoes at the door,
stepped straight into the middle of the living room and stripped to the
buff. She kissed Peter, then clicked her fingers at Neil. “Here,” she
said. “Stand here.” She undressed him slowly, dropping to her knees to
help him out of his trousers before pulling his briefs down around his
ankles and taking his erect cock in her hand. She stroked it lovingly
and then took it into her mouth, flicking a glance at Peter and gaining
encouragement from his obvious arousal. Then she stood up, kissed Neil
on the cheek and told him: “Go to bed. I’ll be along later.” He swore
softly, stepped out of his underpants and stumbled into the bedroom, his
cock leading the way.
Susana took Peter’s hand and led him into the other room. He peeled out
of his clothes and took her swiftly, brutally, bruising her lips with
his kisses and the insides of her thighs with the force of his
thrusting. She introduced him to the Sandwich fantasy, and had her
answer without having to ask the question.
