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Oh Susana 5 - The Intruder (FM, blindfold, rape)
Author:   Martina Lee <susanasue@hotmail.com> 

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This is the fifth chapter of my book of short stories, collectively 
entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts 
of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. 

WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual 
subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that 
kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana 
series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be 
put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them 
on ASSD or you can email me at <susanasue@hotmail.com>

Oh, Susana!
The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot
by Martina Lee



5. The Intruder

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. 



