Chapter 9
Susanne had left her panties off so she could feel her pussy trickle and breathe. Her bottom still stung with passion. Oh, how she wanted a man!!!
The vision that bounded in made her even hotter. Susanne appreciated beauty in her own gender, but what came in was not just beauty-it was hot and fiery passion made into flesh.
She was blonde, bouncy, big-boobed and smiling. Her face had an effervescent quality, and she had ample curving hips that were hugged by the pants she wore. Underneath them Susanne could see a faint line of the briefest bikini she'd ever known. And along the open center of the crotch of her pants Susanne swore she could see bulging pussy lips form the line of the woman's slit.
The bombshell introduced herself as Meagan. "I was very close with your aunt," she breathily explained.
Susanne couldn't believe it. If her own body was hot right now, how did Meagan feel when she got excited? Her whole body seemed to be mounds of sexual curves and flesh. Nothing was left to mere imagination.
"Call me Meg though, because that's how Mary knew me," cooed the girl.
"Well Meg, what can I do for you? I'm a little new at this business, especially this end of it all. But I am understanding and interested."
"Interesting is more like it," said Meg, eyeing the still-flushed figure of Susanne before her.
"How's that?"
"Well . . . your aunt and I were very interested in each other's feelings. We really opened up with each other."
"Try me," urged Susanne, while the blonde fluttered her eyes at her.
"Do you really understand what I mean about feelings and opening up? If you're at all like your aunt, we could have a fine time. But Mary and I had no barriers between us when we got together."
Susanne couldn't be sure, but it almost sounded as if the girl was propositioning her. It made her pussy itch. She bet that Meg had a lot of feelings in her-sex feelings.
Susanne hesitated. "Give me an example ..."
"We weren't embarrassed about our bodies or our sex lives," stated Meg bluntly. "We opened up to each other in every way."
Susanne knew it was happening, and even though the idea made her feel a twinge of guilt, she plunged on. So Aunt Mary was into women. If this girl was any kind of example, it might be lots of fun around here.
Susanne had always wanted to chew another gal's slit, but of course she needed to find the right time and place to really test her temptation.
This was it.
"Well . . ." said Susanne. "If you open up to me I might be able to open up to you. But you have to lead the way since I'm not Aunt Mary, and these were her sessions."
"Now they're going to be yours!" growled
Meg. She was wearing a tight jumpsuit that came off her in a flash. Underneath, the bounteous body was held in by pale peach strips of material, each so small and sheer they looked as if they would burst from the load.
Susanne couldn't believe her mouth. "What a great body you've got, Meg!"
"It's all yours," Meg answered.
Susanne sat back in her chair, stunned by what was before her.
But Meg was a gal of action. She came over and grasped at Susanne's tits, gripping them hard and heavy.
"These feel good," Meg said, "Let's see 'em!"
Susanne willingly unbuttoned her shirt and drew it off. Meg lifted her out of the chair and kissed her on the mouth softly and erotically as she unhooked the back of Susanne's bra.
She cupped Susanne's fullness and weighed them. "Feel great, baby. Bet they chew real nice."
Meg's directness was sending animal passions to Susanne's already wet and longing pussy lips.
The blonde brought her face down to Susanne's bulging globes and started to lick them with calculated little flicks, going at the nipples back and forth, making the buds stand up tall. Meg was adept at loving another woman, knowing how to chew a tit softly until it begged to be broken. Then she gnawed down firmly and gave it her all.
Susanne was spinning. Her body quaked and she felt the need to do something. She just didn't know what.
Her hands gave her an accidental answer. As Meg bit down hard on a nipple, Susanne's body shivered and her arms flailed upwards. One hand flapped against the soft, bra-encased flesh of Meg's tit. It felt good-soft and warm. Her hand stayed up there and tentatively grabbed at the melon.
She heard Meg groan against her chest. "Don't be bashful. Go ahead!"
Susanne gripped it harder and noticed how it would give way and bulge apart only so far. As she pressed it she felt the growing nipple push against her palm through Meg's sheer bra.
Susanne knew what she had to do-get under the bra and feel what those mounds of joy were really like. It hooked at the front so all she had to do was open it with both hands and let the bulging tits fall into her palms.
She gripped at the fat nipples and twisted them, seeing how the two fat barrels got harder and harder as she tweaked them. She loved how Meg felt, all bulging and bounding with flesh. She thought the idea of making it with another gal right now was wonderful.
Meg pulled away from Susanne's now heaving chest and undid her skirt. As it fell Meg noticed that Susanne's cunt was bare.
"Well now," she said to Susanne. "You were ready for me, weren't you?"
Susanne could only groan as she fondled Meg's fat tits harder. They fell milkily out of her hands as Meg fell to her knees.
Meg placed her face at Susanne's hot quim, and Susanne spread her legs in an arch to give her a better route of access. Meg's tongue slipped up along the folds, trying out the way they tasted. She could tell that Susanne had soon before been flowing heavily with juices from the wet touch she felt.
"Really ready for me!!!" she grunted. "Your pussy is soooo wet!!!"
For the first time Susanne talked back. "Today I was so hot and bothered I did myself right here in my chair before you came in. And am I glad it was you that did come in right afterward!"
"Well, now let me chew your clit," insisted Meg. "It's so much nicer than doing it yourself."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" moaned Susanne in assent. She held Meg's face and had her crawl up to the chair where she dropped down and spread her legs.
Susanne was stunned by the deftness with which Meg dived into her hair-pie. She licked about the folds with such a light tread that she could barely feel her touches. But when she did touch she knew just where and how to set Susanne off in a frenzy.
Her thoughts were a jumble of sexual longing. Susanne couldn't figure out what to do about the woman whose lips and tongue on her furry center were making her so happy. The sloppy flap of Meg's tongue made her ready to burst. She grabbed at Meg and fell to the floor.
Meg crawled around and kept her face busily at Susanne's hair-pie while Susanne grabbed at Meg's thin panties and tore them down her long and curvy gams.
Meg split herself open for Susanne. Susanne eyed the fleshy flower, with all of its wet folds and hidden crevices. The most hidden place was opened to Susanne as Meg's legs spread apart. She could see pouting pink flesh that looked quite tasty to her.
Susanne slipped her tongue along the pink fleshiness and then jabbed it into Meg's womb-well, checking out the sticky muskiness and exploring the feeling. She decided she liked another pussy and put it to her face, slobbering at it.
They chewed one another to a heat for a heaving half-hour. Then after fond goodbye kisses and embraces, Meg left. Susanne knew she'd be back, and that she herself would want her.
Susanne really started to feel at home at the Hair-After and around her new place. In order to celebrate that fact, she decided to give a big Thanksgiving dinner for her friends and workers.
It was a gala affair, with a huge turkey and people oo-ing and ahh-ing at the various delicacies that Maggie was able to whip up.
It was quite an affair with the three men in her life there at the table-Bert, Henri, and of course, old Danny.
Just the proximity of all three heated her up. There they sat, fixed to the easy chairs as to cement.
Susanne excused herself and walked to the bathroom. Once inside, with the door locked, she considered what had been bothering her.
The three men in her life were all in the same room. She was able to look at them sitting side by side for the first time.
It was insane.
No woman should be put into such a position. She knew that there was no real way to decide the issue-each man had a certain something.
Yet she also knew that she was going to have to decide. If not tonight, then tomorrow, and if not tomorrow, then the next day.
After all, how long could she put it off?
Just the sight of the three men was enough to fill her with desire, all the more confusing because she couldn't figure out which man attracted her the most.
Each one had problems, and each one had qualities that made him attractive.
She ran the palm of her hand over her swollen and sensitive mound.
There had to be a way to decide.
And she had to get back, and soon. She
Or could she?
Perhaps she should consider them one at a time.
Wasn't that the way to solve problems? She had read it somewhere-break the problem down into all of its parts and then consider each part.
First, Danny.
His attractions were obvious, of course. He was her lover and had been for some time. He wanted to make her his wife, and had told her so.
He was an ardent lover, easily the most passionate man that she had ever encountered.
She often dreamed of him, and yet her dreams were a pale reflection of the reality of his sexual powers. She remembered that one time she had climaxed over a dozen times, due to his tender, loving techniques.
Just thinking about it was getting Susanne excited. She removed her panties and began to masturbate, using one finger, rubbing it lengthwise in her trench.
She smiled. She was feeling good now, her mind suddenly clear. Perhaps she should have a competition of some sort-take each man to bed within twenty-four hours, and then decide which one most suited her, sexually.
Would it be Danny, with his tireless energy and thick, hard cock? Or would it be Henri, with his world-weary sophistication, or Bert, with his clean-cut and wholesome good looks?
Susanne was gone. Her mind quickly filled with images of her lovers.
Her fingers worked her insides with frothy vigor, building her need quickly until her center was burning with desire.
She imagined herself in bed with Danny. She was lying there fully spread, while he stood at the end of the bed holding his hard rod.
"C'mon Danny," she urged him, "fuck me!!"
He still stood there, holding the thing and stroking the long shaft in slow, agonizing movements. She watched the skin curl up and down under his hand and got hornier.
"Please Danny," she begged, "put it into me!! Don't just stand there pulling at yourself!"
But he still stood there, and she felt herself locked to the mattress, unable to move upward and pull him to her. She decided that she had to tempt him into fucking.
Her hands ran down into her womb. With the fingers of both she started tickling across her folds, flapping them open with walking fingers. She could see Danny's eyebrows rise and he speeded up his pud-pulling at her inspiration. But he came no closer to her hot and willing flesh.
She kept picking at her slit, running the fingers and dipping them in the dampness. Her own touch stung her sweating pink tissues.
Danny remained rigid in his place and his cock size.
"OOOOOOOOO!!!" she whimpered, slipping a finger around in her dampness. "Wouldn't it feel real nice to put your prick in here where it's hot, wet and tight?"
No answer. She knew she had to try harder.
With one hand she held apart the lips while the other one started exploring into her wet womb. She pried herself open and jabbed down two fingers, slipping them deep, then sliding them around. The sensation made her whole rear buck and quiver.
"OOOOOOOEEEEEEEE!!!!" she cried, her body now flushed with desire to be pierced. "Stick it in me, Danny! Sock that wad to me!!!"
He still stood there, cracking a faint smile and pulling at his meat just a little faster.
Then she ground her whole fist into her cunt, opening it and paining herself badly in an attempt to split open her cunt and relieve the tensions she got from Danny's big slab-so near, yet so far away.
The fingers that were splitting her lips went up to her puckered clit and grasped it.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she sighed to herself in relief as she frigged herself.
"OH GOD, DANNY!!" she yelled at him. "FUCK ME!!!! PUT THAT PECKER INSIDE AND SLAM IT TO ME!!!!"
He came onto the bed, still holding and stroking his erect and thick prick. He kneeled between her quivering legs, brought the tip of his cock to her gates.
When if hit, the tissues below sizzled. She tried to move her snatch around to grasp at the giant meat that lay at its door, but she found she could barely move herself.
"COME ON DANNY!!" she taunted him. "PIERCE ME!!! DRIVE IT INTO MY CUNT!!!"
Then at once he jabbed, putting himself inside her slithering sheath a good way, running himself down into her hole until he felt her wet bottom wriggle.
"THAT'S IT, DANNY!!! DEEPER! HARDER!!!"
He pulled out and slammed in, this time hitting the hilt and pulling her inner tissues into a contracted spasm. She loved the way her quim sucked at his fat throbber, her skin surrounding it and licking the thing.
She linked her legs around his back. Now he was grinding down on her, hitting hard at the clit mound and making her spin. She had a smile of delight on her face.
Was there anything else in life? She saw how well and powerfully built Danny was, and she could feel the surging muscularity of his manhood stretching her sweaty interior.
It was curious. She lay there on the bed, underneath Danny, having him fuck her in a blissful frenzy, but she had not a bit of control. Her fantasy controlled it, leaving her helpless to the circumstances.
She watched it from two places, quivering beneath Danny's fat-headed pecker, and then drifting through the bedroom, seeing everything from another vantage point. And suddenly Henri was also in the room.
He quickly undressed while he watched Danny making love to Susanne, and then he climbed on the bed with the couple. He crouched by Susanne's head and held his thick shaft in his hand. With his other hand he turned her head to face him, and when she smiled, he eased the head of his throbbing cock between her wet lips.
She sucked eagerly now, loving the feel of Danny between her legs and Henri in her mouth.
It was wonderful-why couldn't she marry both of them? Perhaps that was the answer!
Whatever the answer was, the fantasy felt good. Danny pierced her loins with long stirring strokes. They carried her womb upwards with feathering glee. The sticky tissues of her insides hugged and kissed his tool. He grunted in happy appreciation.
Meanwhile she was jamming what was now half of Henri's pecker in her mouth, and then she had all of it lodged in the warm and wet cavity.
As Susanne sat in the bathroom, her fingers flying between her legs, she realized that she had to finish up quickly, no matter how entertaining her fantasies were.
She bore down with all her might. She was close to a climax-she could feel its heat in her loins.
Then she remembered her fantasy. Now Bert was in the picture as well.
He entered the room and saw that Susanne was engaged by both Danny and Henri. Far from being annoyed or outraged, he seemed overjoyed at what was going on.
He too quickly stripped. He told Danny to ease up a moment so that he could take part.
Bert reclined on the bed on his back and Susanne was atop him, facing him. He entered her while Danny, now on top of her back, bore down from the rear.
Henri knelt in front of them, still feeding his thick member into her mouth.
It was incredible-three men at once!
Susanne moaned as the images faded and her climax rolled, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out until it was over. She freshened up and walked back to the group. No one seemed to have noticed how long she was gone. There sat the three of them, much as she had left them. She grinned-if only they knew what her fantasy had been!