Suzie Q & Friends
Mike & Charles meet Susan and Alyssa at the store. They end up back at Susan’s house for afternoon fun.
I was hanging out with Charles when we stopped at the corner store for food. I usually went for petite girls, small tits, tight little asses, the kind you could toss around. But the second I saw Susan standing in line, my type went out the window.
She had a gorgeous face, full lips, big brown eyes, and a body that made my cock twitch on sight. Her tits were full and heavy, stretching the thin fabric of her top, and her ass… fuck. It was thick, round, and perfect, packed into a pair of tight jeans that looked painted on. Every time she shifted her weight the denim hugged those cheeks like it was begging to be peeled off. I caught her glancing at me. She caught me staring. Instead of looking away she smiled, walked straight over, and started talking like we already knew each other.
Her name was Susan. Mine was Mike. While I waited for my food she stood close, smelling like vanilla and something warmer. When I paid she asked what I was doing for the rest of the night. Charles just shrugged. I told her nothing. She invited us back to her place and said she’d call her friend Alyssa for him. Ten minutes later we were following her taillights to a little house a couple blocks away.
We ate in the living room, but the second Alyssa walked in and sat beside Charles, Susan leaned into my ear and whispered exactly what she wanted.
“I’ve been wet since I saw you in the store. I want that cock in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
My dick went rock hard instantly. She noticed. Her hand slid over my jeans, rubbing the thick outline up and down. I told her she could suck it if she wanted. There was maybe two seconds of hesitation while she glanced at Charles and Alyssa, who were already making out, then she unzipped me, pulled my cock out, and wrapped her warm hand around the shaft.
It was the first time I’d ever had my dick out in front of other people. I didn’t care. Her tongue dragged slow and wet from my balls to the leaking head, circling the crown before she opened wide and took me deep. The wet heat of her mouth made my head fall back. She sucked with long, sloppy strokes, spit running down my shaft while her hand twisted at the base. I could hear Charles getting his own blowjob from Alyssa, but all I cared about was the way Susan’s tongue pressed flat against the underside of my cock every time she bobbed.
She pulled off suddenly, stood up, and shoved her jeans and panties down in one motion. That ass was even better bare, thick, soft, with a deep cleft that made my mouth water. She climbed onto my lap, reached between us, and rubbed the fat head of my cock along her slick pussy lips. Then she sank down.
Tight. Hot. Soaking. Her cunt opened around me inch by inch until I was buried to the balls. She let out a long, low moan that turned into a gasp when she bottomed out. For a second she just sat there, flexing her inner muscles, squeezing my cock like she was testing how much she could take. Then she started riding.
Slow at first—long, deep rolls of her hips that made her heavy tits sway right in front of my face. I grabbed them, squeezed, sucked one dark nipple into my mouth. She moaned louder and picked up speed. Soon she was bouncing hard, ass slapping against my thighs, wet pussy making filthy squelching sounds every time she dropped. Her tits bounced wildly. Sweat started to shine on her cleavage. I had to grab her hips and slow her down twice because she was going to make me cum too fast. Every time I slowed her she’d grin, clench that pussy around me like a fist, and start riding hard again.
Across the room Alyssa was riding Charles slower, but Susan was loud enough for both of them. Her moans filled the whole house, “Fuck yes… your cock feels so good… stretch my pussy…”, and I could feel her getting wetter, her juices running down my balls.
When I finally told her I was close she just moaned, “Do it inside me. I’m on birth control.” I slammed her down one last time and exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her while she kept grinding, milking every spurt. Her own orgasm hit right after as her whole body shook, pussy fluttering and squeezing around me as she screamed through it.
She stayed seated on my cock, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. “That was the best I’ve had in a long time,” she whispered.
When she finally stood up, thick white cum leaked down her inner thighs. Alyssa was sitting alone on the other couch. Charles had stepped outside for a call. I was still half-hard, cock shiny with our mixed juices, and Alyssa kept stealing glances at it. Susan came back with towels, cleaned me up, and the three of us just sat there naked and glowing.
Charles returned, saw the scene, and laughed. “Y’all finally took a break?” I checked my phone, almost an hour and a half had passed. Susan just giggled and said her pussy was sore in the best way.
Charles had to make a quick run. I told him to go ahead. The second the door closed I looked at the two naked women and asked if they wanted to smoke. They both said yes. While I rolled the blunt I suggested we stay naked. They looked at each other, shrugged, and agreed.
Susan’s body was even better in full light, her tits full with puffy nipples, soft stomach, wide hips, and that thick, juicy ass. Alyssa was slimmer, perky little tits, but still sexy as hell. My cock started swelling again just looking at them.
We passed the blunt back and forth. Every time one of them took a hit, the other was on my dick. Susan sucked my balls while Alyssa bobbed on the head. Then they switched. Tongues met on my shaft. Spit and precum ran everywhere. It was the sloppiest, best double blowjob I’d ever had.
Alyssa finally pulled off and said she wanted doggy. I stood up, guided her onto her hands and knees on the couch, and rubbed my cock, still slick from Susan, along her puffy lips. She was soaked. I pushed in slow, watching her stretch around me. She moaned into the couch cushion.
Susan lay on her back in front of her friend, spread her legs, and guided Alyssa’s mouth straight to her freshly cream pied pussy. “Clean me up while he fucks you,” she purred.
I started thrusting. Every time I drove deep, Alyssa’s face got shoved harder into Susan’s cunt. The wet sounds of my cock pounding her mixed with the messy sounds of Alyssa licking my cum out of Susan. Susan was loud again, moaning, talking dirty, holding Alyssa’s head in place. When she came she locked her thighs around Alyssa’s head and ground her pussy all over her friend’s face, smearing cum and girl juice everywhere.
Alyssa came right after, her tight pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic spasms while she moaned into Susan’s crotch.
We took a short break. Susan crawled over and gave me a lazy, sloppy blowjob, rolling my balls in her palm. Alyssa joined in. Two warm mouths, two tongues, licking and sucking while I just laid back and enjoyed it.
Charles walked back in to the sight of Susan’s thick ass swaying as she sucked my balls and Alyssa riding my cock in slow, deep strokes. He laughed, dropped his pants, and moved behind Susan. He rubbed his cock along her wet slit and between her ass cheeks before sliding into her with one long thrust. Susan moaned around my balls, the vibration shooting straight through me.
I pulled Alyssa fully onto my lap. She sank down on my cock and started riding while Susan kept sucking and licking my balls. Charles fucked Susan hard from behind, her ass rippling with every slap of his hips. The whole room smelled like sex and weed. Wet sounds, moans, skin on skin, it was pure filth.
I came first, grabbing Alyssa’s hips and pumping another thick load deep inside her while she kissed my neck and whispered how much she loved my cock. A minute later Charles grunted and unloaded in Susan, shoving her face hard into my balls with every thrust.
We all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-drenched heap. Charles got dressed and reminded me we had shit to do. I went to the bathroom, washed off, and we left. At the door we exchanged numbers. Susan kissed me slow and dirty and told me to text her later.
That night was only the beginning.
We became regular fuck buddies almost immediately. Two days later she texted “u up?” at midnight. I told her to come over. She showed up in a tiny tank top and leggings that barely contained her ass. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the arm of the couch, yanked the leggings down, and fucked her hard and fast while she screamed into the cushions. I came inside her, pulled out, and watched my cum drip down her thick thighs. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean while fingering herself.
After that we were seeing each other three or four times a week. Sometimes it was quick and dirty, her riding me in the front seat of my car in a dark parking lot, windows fogged, her loud moans echoing while she bounced on my cock until I filled her up. Other times it was slow and nasty. One rainy Thursday night she came over and we fucked for almost three straight hours. I ate her pussy until she squirted on my face, then fucked her in every position we could think of—missionary with her legs pinned back so I could watch my cock disappear into her, doggy so I could spank that fat ass red, reverse cowgirl so I could watch it jiggle and clap while she rode me. She came so many times she was shaking and hoarse by the end. I put three loads in her that night.
Her loudness never stopped being a turn-on. She never held back. Whether it was just us or we had company, Susan moaned, begged, screamed, and talked filthy the entire time. “God your cock is so fucking big… stretch my little pussy… cum in me, baby, I want to feel it leaking out all night…” It drove me insane in the best way.
We kept it casual, no labels, no jealousy between us, but the sex only got better. She learned exactly how to squeeze me when I was close. I learned she loved when I pulled her hair in doggy or choked her lightly while I fucked her deep in missionary. We tried including Alyssa a couple more times. Once we even let Charles join again for a full swap night, she told me later she wasn’t impressed by him so it was mostly it was just me and Susan, raw and loud and constant.
About eight months in, Charles started dating a quiet girl named Jessica. The four of us decided to take a weekend trip to the coast. We booked two adjoining rooms at a cheap beach hotel. The walls were paper thin.
The first night after the beach and dinner, Susan and I barely made it inside our room before we were all over each other. We started in the shower with hot water running down her curves while I fingered her to a loud, shaking orgasm against the tile wall. Then we moved to the bed.
I laid her on her back, spread her thick thighs, and ate her pussy until she was begging. She tasted like the ocean and arousal. When I finally slid my cock into her she let out a long, broken moan that I knew carried straight through the wall.
We fucked for over an hour. Missionary first, deep, grinding strokes while I sucked on her tits and she clawed my back. Then I flipped her over, pulled her up onto her knees, and took her from behind. The wet slap of my hips against her ass was loud. Every thrust made her cheeks ripple. She pushed back against me, moaning, “Harder, Mike! Fuck me like you own this pussy!” I spanked her, gripped her hips, and pounded her until the headboard slammed the wall in a steady rhythm.
She came twice like that, screaming into the pillow the second time, her pussy clamping down so hard I almost lost it. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and fucked her in a deep mating press, her knees by her ears, my cock buried to the hilt. She looked up at me with glassy, fucked-out eyes and begged me to cum inside her.
I did. Hard. I pumped what felt like the biggest load of my life deep into her while she came again, loud and shaking.
We weren’t done.
She sucked me back to full hardness in minutes, then climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. I watched that perfect ass bounce and clap on my cock while she rode me. I reached around and rubbed her clit. She came again, loud enough that I heard Charles’s muffled voice in the next room telling Jessica to ignore it. Susan didn’t care. She kept riding, kept moaning, kept telling me how good my cock felt stretching her freshly cream pied pussy.
We went one more round after that, slow, deep side-by-side fucking while I kissed her neck and played with her clit. She came one last time, softer but still vocal, and I filled her again.
By the time we finally collapsed, both of us were drenched in sweat and cum was leaking out of her onto the sheets. The room reeked of sex.
In the next room, Charles and Jessica had heard everything.
The next morning at breakfast Charles looked tired and irritable. Jessica kept glancing at Susan with a mix of embarrassment and something hotter. While the girls went to the bathroom Charles pulled me aside by the coffee station.
“Bro… you two were fucking loud last night,” he said, trying to laugh it off. “Whole damn hallway could hear her. Jessica was blushing but I could tell she was turned on. I tried to fuck her after you too finally stopped but…” He shook his head. “It wasn’t the same. She’s great, but she’s quiet. And last night all I could hear was Susan screaming your name and begging for your cum. Made me jealous as hell, man. You two have something different.”
I just shrugged and smiled. “She’s always been loud. Can’t help it when it feels that good.”
He nodded, but the envy was clear in his eyes. He remembered that first night at Susan’s house. He remembered how vocal she’d been for both of us. Now it was just me getting that every week, and the thin hotel walls had unintentionally rubbed it in his face.
We had fun the rest of the weekend, beach, drinks, more sex (quieter, but not by much) but there was a new tension with Charles. He was happy for me, but he was also jealous of the connection, the noise, the obvious satisfaction Susan got from me. Jessica ended up asking Susan quietly if she was always that loud. Susan just laughed and said, “Only when it’s really good and Mike knows how to work his dick.” I realized Jessica was stealing glances at me the rest of the weekend, but I kept my distance, my friendship with Charles wasn’t worth me fucking his new girlfriend.
We kept fucking for the rest of the year. The hotel trip became one of those stories we laughed about later, how thin walls and one very vocal woman had made my buddy a little green. Charles eventually got over it, or at least stopped bringing it up. Susan and I never put a label on it. We just kept meeting up, kept fucking each other stupid, kept making messes and memories.
By the time that year was almost over we’d probably fucked a couple hundred times. Different positions, different locations, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with friends watching or joining. Through it all, Susan stayed loud, insatiable, and completely addictive. And I stayed hooked on every curve, every moan, every time she looked back at me while I was buried balls-deep in her and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
That chance meeting in the corner store had turned into the best, filthiest year of my life.
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