0 comments/ 82290 views/ 1 favorites A Fantasy of Susan Ch. 1 By: Krystian Author's note: This story is the first part of a trilogy as told to me by my wife Marie. All names and places have been changed to protect the innocent. If you find incest, group sex, marital infidelity or lesbianism offensive this series is not for you. * * * * * I don't remember how old I was the first time I started thinking about my sister in a sexual way. It all started innocently enough. I was 18, we were wrestling over something stupid like sisters will when suddenly she reached out and grabbed my breast. Susan just laughed and carried on, I'm sure it was just a glancing blow and immediately forgotten. However, that momentary touch would light a slow burning mental fuse in me. My name is Marie. Now 30, I am the oldest of three sisters who grew up in a pretty humdrum Midwestern setting. Our parents were children of the 60's who had grown up to be fairly successful middle class intellectuals. Being the oldest, I always found most of the expectations were set pretty high for me. Physically I was pretty plain. I had reached my full height by sixteen, which was five foot two if that. As a college woman I would learn that what I lacked in height was more than made up for in my voluptuous 36 DD breasts. These went nicely with what my husband now lovingly calls my "child-bearing" hips. Susan was the middle child, two years younger than myself. She was also the hell-raiser of the bunch. To me it always seemed that Sue got all the breaks. She was the popular one. The tall one at 5'7. Her long auburn hair and slender figure only accented her infectious smile. I have to admit I was jealous. While I was working hard to make the grades in class, Susan was busy making the grades with her friends. Especially her boy friends. Then there was Erica, the baby. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years at college when the story really begins. I was twenty years old and it had been 2 years since the infamous "tit-tweaking" incident I mentioned above. I was doing a summer internship at San Diego State University for my biological sciences major. This was the first time I had been so far away from my family in my life. More importantly, it was the first time I had ever been away from my new boyfriend Craig since we had begun dating the fall before. The two of us had met through a mutual group of friends at our college back in the Midwest. From the moment we started our relationship, things had gotten pretty hot and heavy. Craig was more experienced than I and he wasted no time in initiating me. We practically had sex through our clothes the very first night. Needless to say, the clothes didn't stay on long from there. We often missed classes so we could stay in Craig's room and practice our foreplay and lovemaking techniques. Even though he was much taller, the two of us managed to find all sorts of workable positions that suited us. I was in heaven. While admittedly a novice when it came to things like cock size, even I could tell my future husband was hung like a horse. Now hundreds of miles away for an entire summer, I was getting homesick ... and horny. I had made friends fast in San Diego since all the other students there were pretty much in the same situation as me. Between classes and long walks around the city I attended my fair share of cookouts and on-campus parties. My room was part of a quad, a three-room layout with two bedrooms designed for two people each and a bathroom. Having one whole room to myself felt almost regal compared to my regular dorm room back home. My "roommate" was named Anya, she was a 19-year old exchange student from Sweden. Like Susan, she was tall with long lovely legs. The only real difference between them was that Anya's long silky hair was a pale gold. I suppose I could have been envious of the attention Anya's looks brought her but she was so impossibly nice the thought never occurred to me. On this particularly hot day I had been laying around listening to some tunes on the radio and generally missing Craig and my family when I decided to blow off some steam with a shower. I don't know what it is about a sweltering hot shower that looses the woman inside of me but in no time at all I was feeling very relaxed. My hands were lathering the soap onto my body in delicious little circles when my fingers glanced past the delicate curls above my labia. An electric shock passed through me as my fingers arched up in the beginning of another pass. This time the slippery digits moved south in their downward motion and I found myself stroking my semi-rigid clit as they passed. I was suddenly aware that the showerhead wasn't the only thing in the room that was hot and wet. I began to indulge myself, teasing the delicate and pouting lips between my legs. Soon thereafter my clit awakened to my touch, seeming to reach out from its shelter in search of attention. While my left hand indulged in the sweet pocket between my thighs, my right hand began to rub soapy circles around my now red and ripened nipples. A moan escaped my lips as water cascaded down between my tits and over my furiously pumping hand. My thoughts were of Craig, of the wonderful motion our bodies made as he entered me time and time again. The heat of the shower became the heat of his body, sweaty and warm against my skin. Every move of my hand became him, his fingers, his tongue working their magic on my body. My head titled back, a long groan escaping my throat. My legs began to buckle beneath me in anticipation of climax but my hand continued to plough its way through me, faster and rougher with a fury and mind all its own. My right hand flew from my breast to brace itself on the frosted glass door of the shower. All at once the door gave way and I spilled out onto the tile floor where I lay stunned, not sure if I had cum or not. "Marie?" A Fantasy of Susan Ch. 2 Author's Note: A Fantasy of Susan is the first story of a trilogy as related to me by my wife Marie. If you are offended by the ideas of group sex, lesbianism, marital infidelity, or incest then this series is not for you. All I could do was lay on the cold tile, my body shivering as much from the unreleased passion inside me as from the chill air that enveloped me. Anya rushed to my side, her arm bracing against my back as she used her fingers to clear my shoulder length locks from my face. "Marie, are you ok?" I looked at her and began to sob. My hands came up to cover my face. The scent of my frustrated efforts was heavy on the air and I was sure it was obvious to this woman I had only known for a matter of weeks. "Ssshhhh! It's ok, honey." She consoled, wrapping her arms around me to hold me up. He gentle hands caressed my hair and I found myself crying against her, wetting the tee shirt to her breast. "You just fell, that's all." It seemed like hours that we sat there. The warmth of her body crushed against mine was the only solace I could find in this humiliating situation. The beating of her heart against my cheek was steady and soft and I found my breath matching hers as I worked to compose myself. "Are you hurt anywhere?" She asked. Her eyes filled with compassion for me. I shook my head no and sniffed back a last tear. "C'mon." She said, taking my hand. "Let's get you up." With her help I wrapped a towel around my waist and slowly squished my way back to my bedroom. Had I imagined it or did she stop to lift her hand to her face as I departed? For a moment our eyes met but, embarrassed, I turned away. I heard Anya turn the shower off and walk to her room as I grabbed the sheet from my bed and made it into a makeshift robe. I was still shaking when she walked into my room. My eyes must have doubled in size. Standing in the doorway she was pulling a new tee shirt over her head. Silhouetted there she seemed like a statue. Skin white as snow, blonde tresses pouring down over her shoulders to land softly in the middle of her back. Her slim waist leading up to two incredibly firm and taut tits that looked like they were made to fit in the palm of one's hands. Though covered in a white bra I could see faint outlines where it seemed the points of her nipples were screaming for release. She had removed her jeans and thrown on a pair of swimming trunks. Even in such masculine attire there was no denying she was very sexy. If she was this devastating at 19, I thought, imagine her at 24. With that thought I turned my head before she could catch me staring at her. What was going on? Just minutes ago I had been daydreaming of having sex with my boyfriend and now here I was, drip-drying, and "checking out" another woman. How could this be happening? I knew I was straight. The only other time I had ever imagined another woman was an innocent touch at the hands of my own sister years before. "Well, that was enough excitement for one day." Anya exclaimed, taking a seat at the far end of my bed. "Are you sure you're ok?" "I'm ok. Just a little shaken." Boy, was that ever the truth. An awkward silence fell upon us until she spoke again. "I was just re-doing my make-up, thought maybe I'd head into town for a little excitement." Her new lipstick was shining in the sunlight that came through my bedroom window. "Not much going on around here, I thought, then I heard that racket and ran in to find you laying there. I thought maybe you had hit your head." "No. I'm ok, really." She smiled and took my hand. I couldn't swear to it but I was pretty sure I was shaking harder as the moments crept by. "It's hard to be out here all alone" She said. I smiled nervously in agreement as her hand caressed mine and turned my eyes away. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I couldn't seem to find a thought to hold onto. "You miss your boyfriend?" "Yes" I whispered. "You look nervous." "I'm not gay!" I just blurted it out. Anya stopped for a moment, a look of bewilderment on her face. Her hand released mine and I could see her searching for the words in her head. Then that warm, infectious smile returned and she began to laugh. "Don't believe all the rumors you hear about my people." She replied. "No, it's not that." "Then what's got you so worked up, hon?" "You're really beautiful." "You're all upset because you need to tell me I'm pretty?" I could tell she was joking. I giggled nervously in return. "It's just that you remind me of someone." "I do? Who? I hope not your boyfriend." We both laughed. "No, actually my sister." Her eyes smoldered and she sucked in her breath. "Really." I didn't know what to say. It wasn't as if I had just told her I was in love with her or anything but I wondered what thoughts were running through her mind. My own thoughts drifted to Susan, my sister. She was 18 now and was just as active as Craig and I sexually. Or so she bragged to me. I don't know if it was the similair builds or what but something about Anya reminded me of Susan. Something about her energy and her raw sexual appeal. Whatever Anya was thinking, I wasn't prepared for what happened next. She pounced across the bed and wrapped her arms around me. Her momentum took me off guard and I tumbled back onto my bed with her astride me. Her laughter was ringing in my ears and I was barely able to make out her words: "Well, I don't mind being your sister at all." I hugged her to me and we laughed playfully together. My arms were around her back and as she sat up my fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the underside of her arm. She lifted her arms above her chest but my fingertips remained against her skin. "My" she said, a devilish look in her eye. With that Anya leaned back down, her hair forming a curtain around our faces. Slowly, she moved to my left and put her mouth to my ear. The next instant I found her lips enveloping my lobes and her knees tightened on either side of my waist. I was lost. A Fantasy of Susan Ch. 3 AUTHOR'S NOTE: "A Fantasy of Susan" is the first in a trilogy of stories as related to me by my wife Marie. Be on the lookout for the 2nd installment "Erica's Real Bridal Shower", coming soon. WARNING: If you are offended by group sex, lesbianism, marital infidelity, or incest then this series is not for you. The moist paradise created by Anya's suckling of my ear had me growing increasingly wet in other places as well. Judging by the warmth of her crotch on my legs and the stiffness of her nipples through the sheet between us, I could only guess she was equally as turned on. My hands slid up and down her arms, often slipping to touch her sides and then getting lost in the tangle of her hair. My only "words" were a series of moans and my eyes fluttered in my head in a seizure of sexual delight. "I'm not a lesbian." I weakly protested, my words seeming faint and hoarse. "Neither am I." she whispered, her lips grazing the flesh of my ears with each move. "I'm just a woman helping her sister relax." As she emphasized the word "woman" she ran her hand over my breast, rolling the nipple against the smooth flesh of her palm. It was then that I became aware that the sheet had fallen away and we were touching flesh to flesh. Something inside me no longer cared and I closed my eyes tightly, trying to find some anchor in this heavenly storm. "I know you miss Craig." She cooed. "But I'm here to help you." With that she kissed me, gently at first then harder, her hunger slowly rising to the surface. My eyes opened and I looked at her. Her features seem to fade in and out. Her blonde hair seemed to darken little by little until it was the shade of burnt auburn and her deep blue eyes became pearls of blackest night. In an instant I realized what was happening. It was Susan, my own sister, I was seeing. It had been Susan all along. That moment in the shower when my hand made contact with my breast, it was my sister's hand. That tongue I had pictured between my legs as I rode my own hand into orgasm was Susan's, not Craig's. The gentle, soft breast I had leaned against in despair on the bathroom floor. I guess I had associated 18 year old Susan with Anya since the first day we had met. There were the long muscular legs and the perky delectable tits. The long flowing hair, the well-defined mouth and facial feature, even the wicked though seemingly innocent smile. Anya's tongue was snaking between my lips and I opened them to allow her access. Our tongues danced around each other as our hands traced lines along one another's bodies. "Tell me what you want." She begged. "Susan...Anya..." And then I kissed her. Kissed her in a way I had only ever kissed a few boys in my life. I was giving my body and soul to her and I wanted it as badly she did. My hand slid up beneath her shirt until it was filled with her athletic but creamy breast. I cupped it again and again, molding it with my hand, making it mine. The results were instantaneous as her skin warmed over a pale shade of pink and her nipple grew long between my thumb and forefinger. Anya moaned into my mouth, her body now rolling against mine in a damp and sweaty ballet. Effortlessly I lifted the shirt over her head, aching for a moment at the loss of our kiss. When she leaned back down I took one of her breasts into my mouth, suckling like a starving baby. Anya purred her consent and her claws dug into my hair, holding me to her as her crotch pounded mercilessly against my bare but soaking pubic mound. Her body was the world to me as I lay there, eyes closed, experiencing every sensation through my mouth, my hands and my sex-starved cunt. To me she was Susan, the wanton and wild young woman I had fantasized about for years and been jealous of my whole life and now she was mine. My tongue ravaged the entire surface of her juicy tit, trying desperately to pull her love juices right through the skin. Time and again I circled around, moving ever closer to the wonderfully sensitive center which I would then take and suck deeply into my mouth before raking it against the roof and then releasing it again. If Anya felt any pain she never let on, her only reflex a desperate, hissing "Yessss!" and the movement of her rabid hands over my own ample and heaving tits. My hands moved down her incredibly slim waist until I was touching her legs. Outside and in, lingering on her sweat-dampened thighs, I searched her entire body for as far as I could reach. My fingertips seemed to move as if with a mind of their own to the edge of her shorts, upward, ever upward. I was surprised to realize she had no panties on as my hand moved to grab the cheek of her ass. I pulled her to me more tightly, my mouth moving to her free breast as she petted my hair and pinched my nipple with her other hand. I realized that there was no going back now and moved my fingers into the damp cleft of her ass, looking for the sweet treasures to be had. "Marie..." she moaned, "I've never..." She was lying and I could tell but I didn't care. Anya wasn't there. This was my little slut of a sister in my arms. I suckled her nipple into my mouth hard as one finger swept past her puckered backdoor. She gasped and pushed her ass up into my hand while trying to feed more of her engorged breast into my mouth. I was in heaven. "Susan" was at my mercy and somehow it seemed her shorts just melted away. Slowly my finger traced the delicate pink skin between her ass cheeks, teasing her, making her squeal in delight. Her body shivered and I took the nipple in my mouth between my teeth to regain control. My finger crept lower, passing a sensitive patch of skin before I suddenly found it sucked into the most wonderful, moist pussy I had ever touched. "Oooohhh, fuccckkk..." Anya moaned, her entire torso spasming against me and then collapsing onto me. I broke my suckle hold and looked deep into her eyes. Her face was contorted into a mask of passion, teeth clenched, eyes blazing. Her hand slid down into the dampness of my own folds, glancing off my clit before beginning its fluid motion between my swollen nether lips. I inhaled sharply and then looked at her again. Every fantasy of Susan I had ever had since that first touch rushed back to me. I fucked her first with one finger and then two, my thrusts savage and intense. Every see-saw of my hand sent a quake through her and I watched in awe as she smiled that once innocent looking smile through those clenched teeth, it was the look of an animal preparing to devouring its prey. Soon we were matching each other movements, my own hand focusing on the silky soft interior walls of Anya's spread cunt while she focused on my swollen labia and even more rigid clitoris. The wet, slapping sounds of our hands didn't seem clumsy at all but instead were rhythmic and fluid like a symphony. The intensity became so overwhelming that I found myself grating my own teeth together. As if on cue, Anya sat up and moved her face down between my legs. I couldn't believe how natural it seemed. Her finger made one final circuit of my slathering outer cunt and then slid out to be replaced by her tongue. There isn't a word to describe the sound I made. It's the feeling that all the air has been sucked out of your lungs, that every neuron or synapse in your brain has fired at once. All I could do was rock my body back and forth. I recall thinking it strange that my thighs instinctively spread apart to give this sexy creature better access. I had been eaten out before but never like this. There is no way to humanly describe the tender but erotic way a woman can touch another woman. Every inch of me responded to her, to the powdery touch of her hands, the wet slickness of her tongue, the way her face rested in that little v-shaped alley that seemed built just for her. My clit stood at attention like a miniature cock, begging its nordic mistress for even the slightest attention. My juices coated her face and I could tell she was enjoying lapping up every bit of them. My pussy hole quivered, aching to be filled, which Anya did again and again, sinking her tongue as deeply inside me as she could, rolling it around my tender sugar walls. Curious, I removed my now coated three fingers from Anya's snatch and lifted them to my face. The smell was ... intoxicating. I had expected it to be sharp and somewhat unattractive but it was like an aphrodisiac. I lifted a finger to my mouth for a taste. The digit slipped into my mouth effortlessly and I sucked on it like a mini-cock. The taste was as surprising as the scent, like fresh sour honey. "Ready for the real thing?" Anya asked, a manic look on her cum coated faced. With that she lifted a leg over me and I found myself staring directly at another woman's twat for the first time. Granted I was as horny as I could possibly imagine being but I wanted to remember this moment forever. She was shaved and the lack of even a layer of pussy fuzz made her seem so clean. Her pouty lips were flushed and pink, the little hole beneath them sucking desperately at the air. Her thighs were like ivory, moist and soft. Slowly she lowered herself to my waiting tongue, her own attentions returning to my sweaty, cum covered crotch. Anya's scent was somehow not as raw as my own and I wondered to myself if this was how Craig felt with his head between my legs. Every drop of her juice made me hungry for more. Every twist and convulsion of her body into mine made me more eager to please. At one point I found myself with my tongue buried deep in her snatch, savoring the sweetness of her as I watched her sweet ass hump up and down above me. And her clitoris, like a pearl of sweet nectar it seemed like God had made it for me. I attacked it gently at first, loving the torment it seemed to cause as Anya bucked wildly against me and buried her own tongue in my tangy honey pot. Then it became a duel as we both took turns teasing each other's sweet spots, our tongue's time and time again completing some sexual circuit. Our cries and grunts were so loud that I was sure the whole campus heard them. I went over the edge more times than I could count, the first after Anya plunged multiple fingers into me while nibbling my love button. Finally she collapsed on top of me. I was glad she had, another minute and I probably would have passed out. I could tell that Anya had more than one orgasm herself and the look on her face was one of utter contentment. I smiled. Susan's features melted, her hair, eyes, and skin all lightening. All the frustration drained from my body. A lifetime of curiosity and sexual repression had just been lifted from my shoulders. Maybe I would never know what it meant to lie with Susan but I had a new sister now and in the month before we left to go back to our respective universities I made sure I left behind no regrets. For her part, Anya never seemed to mind being a surrogate in my sexual fantasies. Whether it was mutual masturbation on the trolly or a game of who can lick who in a movie theatre bathroom. Most of her spare time was spent in teaching me that I wasn't a lesbian but instead a free spirit who had been locked in her cage too long. Two weeks into our life as sisters Anya brought a little toy from her homeland to my room and that night she got to play out a fantasy of her own, playing my Craig. I wrote him about my experiences that summer, not sure what his reaction would be. Thankfully my summer adventure only served to spice up our sexual escapades. In the years that have gone by since, I have wondered whatever happened to my newest "little sib". Many times while visiting with Susan my mind has wandered and my eye has lingered. I know it's ok. Craig looks too.