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From: SueNH@aol.com

The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in
alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It
really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord
in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of
you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of
stories.

In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have
comments, you'll have to send them to me. 

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@AOL.com ... but I
can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life! 
**********************************

With Sue: A Weekend on the Island 
     Part one of two

Dear Bill: It was really your idea at first, for me to go out to Block Island
for a weekend to relax, but you couldn't have known what would happen out
there. I know you won't be able to understand right away, but I'll try to
explain it as fully as I can in this letter, and maybe after that it'll be
easier to talk about it face to face. 

You remember that especially hectic week in May, full with ladies' groups,
Sunday school, talent shows and bake sales? You and I were sitting in your
office in the church, late Friday night, talking about how tired we were.
Well, I was talking about it, anyway. You had just finished explaining to me,
in your usual stiff fashion, how you couldn't possibly take a break this
weekend -- there was no one to do the church service for you on Sunday, no
one else who could chair the trustees' meeting, and so on.

"Why can't Ross take care of all that?" I asked. Ross: one of your three
assistant pastors, the shy blond twenty-something with the awful sense of
humor, who had come to work with you after the seminary to prepare for his
own career as a minister. He was medium tall and rather good-looking, and
we'd been sure we could find a bride for him among our congregation before
long, but his self-conscious manner was getting in the way. It had been eight
months already, and nothing.

"Oh, Mrs. Hauser," Ross gasped. I remember your fatherly chuckle. It was
going to be a while before Ross had the confidence to face a thousand
parishioners from the pulpit on a Sunday morning. And a roomful of the
wealthy men who kept the church solvent would be even scarier for the poor
boy.

Then you had an idea. "How about this, though? Mr. Wells, one of the board
members, offered me the use of his place out on Crown Island for a weekend
this spring if I felt like I needed it. He said it's empty except for a
couple of nice kids he knows. They're staying there free for a month in
return for cleaning up the place and getting it ready for summer. There's
plenty of room." You asked Ross if he'd be willing to drive Mrs. Hauser out
to the island in the morning.

"Sure thing, boss," Ross smiled, relieved.

Why didn't Ross stay overnight himself, as long as he was out there, you
added. "You could use a little time off," you said. "Just roll out the couch,
and c'mon back Sunday, after church." You remember the Lutheran church you
and I visited on the island the summer before. It had a late service for
vacationers, so Ross and I wouldn't have to miss our devotions.

Ross showed up early the next morning in an uncomfortable-looking
short-sleeved shirt with a starched collar and a flower print, and a pair of
jeans that looked brand new. I made breakfast for the two of you, and after
I'd put the dishes in the washer we loaded my bags into the back of Ross's
Chrysler and were off. I left the window open the whole three-hour trip to
Montauk, hoping the wind would blow the annoying perm out of my long blond
hair by the time we boarded the ferry. It didn't, but I decided there was
still time. I sat outside on the deck as we crossed the ocean to the little
island, my denim skirt hitched up and my white rayon shirt unbuttoned as far
as I dared, working on a preliminary tan, while Ross sat in the noisy cabin
poring over a book written in Greek.

It was high noon and hot when we rolled off the ferry, and I was ready for an
hour or so of sleep before hitting the beach, so we made straight for the
Wellses' place. Stepping out of the car onto the gravel driveway and
stretching my legs, I waved to the trim, dark-haired young man who was hosing
the small front lawn. "Hello, I'm Beth Hauser, and this is Ross, my husband's
assistant," I told him over the hedge. "Have you been expecting us?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "I'm Pete." He took off his hat to introduce himself
better. Judging from his face and his body I thought he must be about 30
years old, but he had some of that prematurely white hair that looks so nice
on a middle-aged man. He wore a light plaid shirt and jeans considerably more
roughly treated than Ross's ever would be.

Ross carried our things in while I wandered into the kitchen. There was the
tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of juice. I heard the unmistakable "boinnng"
of a diving board through the screen doors in the back of the sitting room,
then a quiet splash. "I didn't know they had a pool, too!" I exclaimed to
Ross.

I pushed the screen aside and shaded my eyes as I stumbled out onto
flagstones and slid the door shut. A tallish blonde woman was pulling herself
out of the far side of the 30-foot-long pool. Her hair shone with the water
soaking it, and her skin was a rich cream color. She sauntered back to the
diving board and stepped out on it, the sun glistening in the drops of water
on her body. She was wearing nothing at all.

I covered my gasp with my hand, and looked around to warn Ross. He was right
behind me, staring through the screen door, his mouth open. The woman smiled
up the sun, looked down and flexed her knees. Her full breasts jouncing with
the rhythm of the diving board, she bent over to jump.

"Sue!" Pete called from the kitchen. "I told you company would be arriving
soon. Now put some clothes on, will you?" He laughed as her eyes alighted on
us for the first time and she blushed right down to her chest.

"All right, coming." Sue stretched to her full height. Out of the corner of
my eye, I could see Ross's attention sinking to her hips, to the tidy little
thatch of water-pearled hair at her crotch, to her long, strong legs, which
suddenly lifted her off the board and into the air. She broke the water
neatly, frog-kicked to the far ladder and climbed out. I shook myself awake
again and grabbed Ross's arm to lead him away as he watched Sue's tanned
bottom head for the dressing house.

We were sitting silently on stools at the bar-style kitchen counter, each
attacking a second turkey sandwich, when Sue came back in, dressed this time,
even if it was only an orange two-piece bathing suit. "Mmm, that sun is nice
to the body," she said with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sue. Are those sandwiches all
right? I guess Pete introduced himself already." Opening the refrigerator,
she leaned in for a look, and I nudged Ross to pull his eyes off the thin,
stretchy orange fabric.

After we'd eaten, Pete showed me a big guest room upstairs, and I promptly
undressed and lay down for a nap. I awoke, it must have been two hours later,
to the sound of laughter from the pool below. In the late-afternoon sun, Sue
and Pete were sitting together on a chaise longue across a little table from
Ross, who must have been telling some of his infamous jokes. There were
bright-colored drinks on the table and the umbrella was rolled up.

I pulled on a modest maillot, grabbed a towel from the closet and skipped
down the stairs for a quick swim before it got too dark. The water was
wonderful. I splashed back and forth a few times, then leaned my elbows on
the side of the pool near the three of them to listen in. Sue got up and came
over to offer me a hand up out of pool, then went back and sat down on Ross's
chaise longue. I took her place by Pete, who handed me a cold glass of wine
with a friendly smile.

"I met Pete when I got assigned to a project with him and his friend Wayne,"
Sue was saying. Pete nodded. "Wayne couldn't, ah, make it this weekend," she
said, and giggled as Pete nudged her. She turned and lay back with her head
resting on Ross's thigh. "We're having some fun anyway, though. You can do a
lot of stuff here, with these high hedges."

Their voices receded as I felt the tension of the last week begin to slip
away. I was already feeling the buzz of the wine. Sue lay along the other
chaise, her hands behind her head, staring at the darkening sky. I turned to
see if Pete had some more of that wine, but his eyes were closed as he took
in the last of the sunlight. My eyes closed too, and Pete absently began to
rub my shoulder. Sue and Ross seemed like they might as well be blocks away
from us. It took me a few minutes, or an hour, I don't know, to become aware
of an odd, rhythmic sound coming from the other chair. 

Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked over. Sue was lying on her side, her head
in Ross's lap, her mouth closed around his penis, happily sucking away as if
it was what she did every day. She was smiling to herself, her eyes shut, her
head slowly bobbing up and down, and now and then she was making little "mmm"
sounds as if complimenting some chef on the taste of what she had in her
mouth.

I stared at her and then at Ross, horrified. He looked helplessly at me and
held out his hands, palms up, as if to say, "What can I do now?" 

Maybe he really didn't know what was happening -- it occurred to me that
nothing like this could ever have happened to Ross before -- but he wasn't
doing anything about it, either. In a moment, he began to breathe more
heavily. He glanced at me sheepishly once more, then looked back down at Sue.
He ran his hands through her long blond hair as she pushed her face into his
lap, and she reached up to brush it back over her ear, as if to make sure
Pete and I could both see Ross's stiff penis slide slowly, shiny and wet, in
and out of her mouth.

I turned to look at Pete, and caught him staring at the two of them, his
mouth a little open and a slight flush of red on his cheeks. Was he as
embarrassed as I was? 

I couldn't help looking at his lap for his reaction. It was unmistakable. I
caught myself as my own breath began to quicken. This was not at all
acceptable behavior for any of us: I was shocked at myself for sitting here
and watching. I made a move to get up, but Pete's steady rubbing pressure on
my shoulder held me back. We sat and watched Sue administering to Ross's
cock, her tongue and cheek muscles working. 

I was noticing a decidedly warm feeling in my own loins when Ross's breath
started coming faster and louder, and Sue's head picked up speed. Her little
hand held his balls in a soft grip, and her hips started moving almost of
their own accord. Suddenly Ross let out a huge gasp and Sue was swallowing
once, twice, my God, three times.

Only when she had got it all down did her mouth open. She rose hurriedly to
her knees and skinned down her bikini bottoms right in front of us all, sat
back against Ross again, and kicked them off, right into my lap. She panted
to Pete, "All right, loverboy. Time for my dessert." 

In one motion, Pete stood and stepped out of his shorts. I caught a glimpse
of his private parts as he stepped away from me and knelt at the other chair,
where Sue stared up at him. But I had had enough. With a glare at Ross, I
tossed Sue's panties to the bricks, jumped up and ran into the house. 

I have to tell you, Bill, I was shocked and worried, even if I was a little
bit turned on. I wondered what it might be like to do that for you -- it had
never occurred to me before. Without turning on my bedroom light I threw my
bathing suit to the floor, climbed into bed and pulled the covers tightly
around my ears, but I could still hear mating sounds coming from the
courtyard below. I was still lying awake, facing away from the door, when I
heard Ross tiptoeing down the hall to his room. I stared angrily at the
darkness for an hour before finally fallling asleep.

I awoke late and dressed quickly for church in my light-blue sundress and
sandals. No one was about. I decided to go by myself, leaving Ross alone to
contemplate his infraction. I packed up some of the leftover sandwiches and
some apples in case I felt like a solitary picnic, and I found a bicycle in
the garage with a basket on the front. I rolled it outside and began to ride
off.

As I neared the end of our driveway, Pete rode up along the road on a bike of
his own. I slowed to miss him and nodded coldly, but he greeted me with a
warm smile. "Going the same way as I am?" he inquired. "Let me show you part
way there, so you're not late. It's a bit far."

It was sunny and breezy, too beautiful a morning to stay in a bad mood for
long. My dress was blowing pleasantly around my legs. We rode quietly for

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From: SueNH@aol.com

The story that follows was written by someone who read my stories in
alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to write something in response. It
really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord
in other people. If you would like to write something about your dreams of
you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of
stories.

In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total anonymity, so if you have
comments, you'll have to send them to me. 

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@AOL.com ... but I
can't promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life! 
**********************************

With Sue: A Weekend on the Island  
     Part two of two

Ross's still-stiff penis bounced upward when he drew it out of Sue, who
crawled exhausted to the middle of the bed and lay still there, watching us,
with a strange smile on her face. I couldn't take my eyes off Ross as he
walked over and sat down by the head of the bed. I had never really looked at
a man's equipment this way, as an object of hunger, of desire, not just a
reproductive tool. 

"You guys look tired," Sue said. "Did you have a nice day out?" We laughed
and nodded. She knew what had happened. When she bounced up from the bed and
offered to rub my back a little, I was happy to accept. I lay down where she
had been, close to Ross's lap, and she climbed aboard my back and began to
knead my shoulderblades. It felt wonderful.

I stared at Ross where he sat leaning his back against my bedstead. His dick
was an ugly thing, all right, with a big purple head and a thick vein going
up the bottom that looked like it could hold about a gallon. I was a little
afraid of it, but I grabbed his thigh and pulled him over for a closer look
anyway, sticking out my tongue at it just to scare it back down a little, I
guess. Ross obediently shifted closer on the bed. 

Suddenly I knew I wanted that cock in my mouth. Standing in the door where
I'd left him, Pete laughed softly. I looked up at him and smiled, gathered my
courage, and without taking my eyes off his I gave Ross's penis a long, wet
lick from the base to the tip. "Oh, Mrs. Hauser," he gasped, and closed his
eyes. I was doing something right, I could tell.

Opening my mouth in a kiss, I fitted the head of his cock between my lips and
began to pull softly, the way I'd seen Sue do it. The length of it slid
slowly onto my tongue and I let it slide back out of my mouth, and then I did
it again, watching Ross's face relax, savoring the fleshy taste of his tight
skin. I began to bob up and down, my blond hair spilling into his lap, my
hands running over his legs. Sue was still massaging my shoulders, and now
Pete had come over to join us. His hand was finding those same wonderful
places between my legs. I was in heaven.

I felt Pete's hands caress my bottom and move all over my legs and hips. I
didn't know what I wanted, I just knew I was getting that feeling again and
something had to be done. I looked back over my shoulder at Sue and said,
"Please, can he put it in me? I want him to. Tell him it's OK." 

"Go ahead, lover, let me see you fuck this girl," Sue told him. Pete grasped
my hips and pulled me up a little toward him, arching my back under Sue. I
gasped when I felt him slip slowly into me while I sucked on Ross. Pete held
still inside me for a moment, and then his strokes settled into a rhythm that
matched my tongue's sliding up and down, in and out, and I began to feel that
glow again.

Ross began to shift his own body up and down on the bed to meet my bobbing
head, and I guessed he must be getting ready to ejaculate. I could tell he
was trying to hold back. I had never before wanted to drink a man's semen,
but now I couldn't wait to have it, right now. 

I took Ross out of my mouth for a moment, looked up at him and smiled. "It's
all right, dear," I whispered. "I want you to come in my mouth." His eyes
widened, then closed, and he nodded.

Suddenly Ross's penis swelled to what seemed like twice its size. I stopped
moving and just held it in my mouth, cradling it, until the rich, salty come
began bubbling onto my tongue and I had to swallow twice to get it all down.
I felt myself starting to come too, and I didn't want to let go yet, but I
wasn't in control anymore. I sucked and sucked as waves of orgasm washed over
me and I thrashed my hips and Pete stood there and fucked me and Sue ran her
hands over my cheeks and my chin, wiping up the stray drops of Ross's sperm.

The three of us slowed our heaving pace, but now Sue's breath was coming
faster. She lifted her leg to let me roll out from under her. I inched myself
off her friend's pillar and she looked back at him, her mouth open and a look
of intense lust in her eyes. "In my ass, honey," she whispered. "Now. I want
it."

Ross and I watched, open-mouthed, my head resting on his thigh, as Pete
bounced onto the bed on his knees and gently shifted Sue forward. She fell on
her face, her breasts pressed into the blanket, her rear sticking up in the
air, and Ross guided his cock, still slippery from me, between the cheeks of
her pretty bottom. She winced for a moment as he worked his way inside her,
and then her face relaxed and she let out a happy moan as Pete started
pumping her slowly, gently. "Ohhh, fill me up, baby," she sighed. "Come in my
ass."

Pete reached around her to finger her clitoris, and she began to moan louder.
Suddenly she opened her eyes, looked at me and stammered, "Coming _ coming,"
and then she was, her high-pitched squeals loud enough to wake the neighbors.
Pete groaned and held still as her ass tightened around him, and we could
tell he was injecting his sperm into her. After a moment, they both fell limp
on the bed next to me and Ross. 

Afer a few minutes of silence, their breathing slowed. I led Pete to the
shower and helped him sponge off, while Sue and Ross drifted off to sleep in
each other's arms. After I dried my body, I put on the chaste white
polka-dotted nightshirt you gave me last year -- I don't know why I put it
on, I suppose it was what I was used to sleeping in -- and lay down to
snuggle against Pete's shoulder.

I slept more soundly than I had in months. I was dreaming about riding in a
small sailboat on the ocean, moving gently up and down in the sun with the
waves and the wind, when I drifted awake in Pete's arms. He was on his back,
sleeping peacefully. I smiled to myself for a moment and closed my eyes, and
as consciousness came back, I realized that it was the bed that was moving,
in a slow, gentle rhythm that felt like the sea.

I opened my eyes. By the light coming in from the hallway, I could see that
Pete and I were lying alone together. I raised my head to look around, and I
saw your assistant at the foot of the bed again, in the same posture we had
found him in that afternoon. Sue was on her knees and elbows, facing me, with
Ross standing behind her proferred ass, his hands holding her naked hips, his
body in slow, strong motion. Sue's breasts were swaying like twin pendulums.

Sue, breathing heavily, saw me awaken and smiled a greeting, her eyelids
heavy. I watched as Ross dug ever deeper into her compliant body. He had to
be pushing it right up into her belly. I watched them please each other for a
while, feeling myself getting more and more turned on.

Suddenly Sue opened her eyes again. She winked at me and put her finger to
her lips. She reached for the blankets that covered Pete and gently pulled
them down, uncovering his body down to his knees. His penis was as soft and
wrinkled as I had left it. Sue gazed tenderly at it for a moment, her mouth
hanging open, then gave it a light caress with her tongue.

The response was almost immediate. I looked sharply at Pete's face, but he
was still sleeping soundly. His dick had a waking life of its own, though _
it stirred and began to grow before our eyes as Sue breathed on it, licked
its head and lightly stroked his balls with her fingernails. 

Pete's penis was only half-erect when Sue opened her mouth and took the whole
thing in, her lips brushing his pubic hair. She held still with the growing
thing in her mouth for a few moments, swaying forward slightly as Ross went
on slowly fucking her from behind.

Very quickly, Pete had grown to almost frightening proportions. Sue's eyes
smiled at me as his rod reached deeper into her throat, pushing her head
upward. I watched the length of it slide slowly, steadily out of her mouth,
shiny with her saliva, until her lips were gripping only the head. Pete
seemed asleep still.

Sue stopped and looked up. Holding Pete's shaft with one hand, she beckoned
to me with the other. I didn't understand what she was up to, but I
obediently rose on the bed and came over to her. She guided my knees onto
opposite sides of Pete's prone body until I was kneeling directly in front of
her, my breasts hanging before her eyes.

I knelt there as her fingers found my vulva and confirmed how wet I was, and
she looked up at me and nodded. I suddenly realized what she had in mind when
she stuck her tongue out and began to lick me softly. Her lips found my
clitoris and I shuddered with the unexpected sensation. It was so different
from when Pete had done this to me. His tongue was soft, silky, almost sweet;
hers was insistent, and firm.

But that was just exploration. Sue stopped again, and her hands reached
around for a hold on my bottom. She began to guide me forward and downward
and I followed, helpless, watching Pete's massive tool come closer and closer
until I settled all the way down and it slid up inside me, filling me
completely. 

My head went light as Sue went to work on the two of us, her tongue moving
from the base of Pete's penis to my clitoris and back as I struggled weakly
to move with her. I knew Pete was awake when I felt his strong hands begin to
run up and down my back and my thighs. I fingered his balls under Sue's chin
and felt him quiver with anticipation beneath me. I gradually got Sue's
rhythm and began to move up and down, sliding Pete's pole in and out of my
body. I was raising myself almost to the top. 

After what must have been ten minutes, I realized my legs were tiring. I
climbed all the way off until Pete slipped out of me, and I held him for a
moment for Sue to get a good taste of him. But I couldn't just sit there and
watch. Rising, I impaled myself again and began to move faster and faster,
with Sue's lips pressed against me.

I knew I was going to be the first. I felt the tension build up as I moaned,
"Ohhh, I think I'm going to come." Ross looked up at me suddenly from where
he was standing, still slowly fucking Sue. I hurriedly unbuttoned my
nightshirt and opened it up all the way, and Ross's eyes lit up as he watched
my breasts bounce up and down, up and down. Sue raised her face to lick my
belly and whispered, "Come on, baby, come for me," and I grabbed her head and
pulled her to me and came, grinding myself down hard onto Pete's penis. 

Sue's eyes widened suddenly as she felt Ross expand inside her. He pumped her
hard three times and let out a "Hmph _ hmph" sound as he deposited his juice
deep in her body. That set Sue off too _ she began to murmur, "Oooh" over and
over as her face tightened and her body began to go stiff.

I could feel Pete's muscles tightening under my ass as he drove himself
harder and harder into me from beneath, and I knew he was almost there. He
sighed deeply as I pulled myself off his thick pole and held it tightly
against against my belly button. Sue's eyes locked with mine as her orgasm
approached and her mouth made an involuntary "O," like a kiss. With one hand
I gently held her chin, and with the other I held Pete's penis to her lower
lip and directed a little fountain into her mouth as she came and he came,
bouncing the bed so hard I thought it would fall apart.

Ross eased himself out of Sue and came over to me where I leaned on my elbow,
satisfied, on the bed. He held the blanket for me and I snuggled under it and
drifted off again, smiling, to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in our bed. I could hear the others
laughing and clinking silverware down in the kitchen, and the smell of the
coffee, combined with the warm glow left over from last night, made me smile
drowsily. After a little while, I got up and made my way to the shower.

I got out and toweled myself off. I was pulling on my robe when I noticed
that now it was quiet downstairs. They must have gone out for something, I
thought. I descended the stairs and turned the corner to the kitchen, and saw
my two men standing next to each other at the far side of the room, leaning
back against the counter, their coffee cups forgotten on the countertop
beside them, their bathrobes hanging open. They were both smiling broadly and

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