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From: "Geoff Chaucer" <chaucer48@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} SUSAN chapter 4
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Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2006 21:10:02 -0400
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   SUSAN A novelette by Geoff Chaucer



   IV



   Susan woke with the feeling her dreams had not been her own.  There were
vague memories of holding her arms and legs tight around the boy from the
glade.  He had struggled against her in the dream -- no.  Not against me,
she thought.  He struggled to pound himself into me.  But she tried hard to
put those thoughts and the remembered dreams out of her mind as she pulled
on her rather conservative two piece swim suit.

   Mother dropped her off at the county swimming pool, saying she would
return in a couple of hours.  "You should be good and sun burned by then"
she laughed.

   "I won't burn," Susan answered.  "I've got sun block."

   "See that you use it." Her mother smiled.  "So go already."

   Susan did, and now she found herself looking right into the boy from the
glade's gray eyes.  She almost knocked him down as she came out of the
dressing room at the pool.  To keep both of them from falling he had thrown
his arms around her in an awkward embrace.

   Memory of his tight buttocks and of his erect cock flashed through her
mind and in that instant, without a thought, her hips hunched forward to
press her pelvis against his thigh where it had gone a little between her
legs.

   When her conscious mind told her what she had just done she jumped back
and blushed.  "Sorry," she mumbled and pulled her green eyes from the grip
of his slate gray ones.

   "It's OK.  No harm.  I sorta liked it," he said with a grin.  "Besides,
it was my fault.  I was practically running."

   His hands were still on her shoulders and Susan could feel some kind of
electricity flowing from them into her.  Flickering pictures of this boy as
he stroked himself while looking at the cherub of the fountain ran through
her head like movies.

   "You're new around here aren't you?" He said, dropping his hands.

   "I'm just here for the summer," she managed to stammer.

   "Ah, yeah.  You must be the family in the old Emmerson house.  I'm Berk
Kennily," he said and stuck out his hand.

   Susan took it shyly.  "I'm Susan," she answered.

   "I live up the road from you," he continued.

   "Oh," she said.

   "Well, excuse me, I hafta. . . .Well. . ."

   Susan didn't understand at first but then it came as a shock.  He had
been running toward the rest room.  "Oh sure." She said and stepped out of
the way.

   "See you later," he said and hustled in the door.

   Susan looked after him for a moment, noting that he was wearing red
Speedo trunks that were like a coat of paint across his rear.  The sight
made her tingle just below the elastic of her swim suit bottom, but she
shook off the feeling as best she could and went to lay her towel out on
the grass sward between the pool deck and the fence.

   As Susan flapped the big beach towel and spread it out she noticed that
there was a man sitting on a bench outside the pool fence.  He was looking
at her and smiling.  Susan smiled back politely and went on with what she
was doing.  He was old, or at least she thought of him as old.  The hair at
his temples was gray, but the rest was black.  He looked to be in pretty
good shape.  His sun browned arms were stretched across the back of the
bench and, while they were not bulging with muscle they looked strong.  He
was handsome, for an old man, with dark hair, and a bright smile that her
mother would probably have found appealing.  She could not tell what color
his eyes were since he wore very dark sun glasses.

   Susan didn't pay any more attention to him.  She dropped her bag on her
towel, went to the deep side of the pool and dived in.  The water was cool
edging toward cold and the chill of it was delicious to her.  The shock of
it caused her nipples to harden and crinkle.

   She did two underwater breast strokes, and popped up near the middle. 
She shook her short hair free of water and swiped at her eyes with her
fingers as she scissored her legs to keep her head above the surface.  She
made a slow turn, checking the crowd.  Actually it wasn't much of a crowd.
There were ten or twelve people, about evenly split boys and girls.  Mostly
they were laying in the sun leaving the pool nearly unoccupied.

   There were two life guards, one a young man with short cropped blond
hair and a broad chest, and one a woman of about the same age with long sun
streaked brown hair, sitting in high chairs, one on each side, and two more
wandering round and round as though the place were teeming with swimmers.

   Susan flipped her head back and followed the motion over backward and
down into the depths.  She stroked, brought her body around in an arch
which scrapped her bare midriff on the bottom of the pool.  She stroked
again to come quickly to the surface, then struck out in long slow free
style strokes down the length of the pool, did a kick turn off the end and
swam smoothly back to the other end.  She stopped there, put her hands flat
on the pool deck, which was slightly above her, and with a strong kick and
a push brought herself in one smooth motion out of the water.  She brought
a foot up and finished coming out as though she had just walked across the
pool.  Without thinking about it she dropped her hands back and stuck her
fingers under the elastic leg holes to pull them down.  The suit bottom
tended to ride up and expose the globes of her buttocks.

   Back at her spread towel she primly sat down, carefully keeping her
knees together as though she were wearing a skirt rather than a bathing
suit.  She pulled a second towel from her bag and dried her hair enough to
stop it dripping then took her sun glasses and the romance novel she had
been reading from the bag.  She leaned back against the fence and pretended
to read, while actually looking around for the boy.

   He was sitting on a towel across the pool beside another girl who looked
older than he.  His knees were pulled up and he held his arms around them.
Between his shins Susan could see the bulge of his manhood pushing against
the tight material of his Speedo.  Again the memory of the previous day
flickered through her mind and the salty sweet taste of his silvery
ejaculate was again on her tongue.

   He was talking and laughing with the girl beside him.  She was pretty,
with long dark hair hanging free onto her shoulders.  She was wearing a
blue bikini that was hardly more than three tiny patches of cloth held on
by thin strings.  Her knees were pulled up like his and knocked together
with her feet splayed apart.  Her bikini bottom had pulled up between her
buttocks showing the tan line between the top of her thigh and her creamy
white bottom.  She had not shaved her mons, for around the thin Vee of blue
cloth and a little way down the insides of her thighs there were wisps of
black curly pubic hair.

   A needle of jealousy went through Susan as she watched them.

   I wonder if she has ever seen him naked, she thought.  I wonder if she
has ever touched him there, between his legs.

   As Susan thought it the girl lifted her hand to stroke the boy's cheek,
as though checking how close he had shaved.  A moment later he dropped his
head to her and they kissed.  It was not a long passionate kiss, more like
a quick peck, but it caused a reaction between the boys legs.  The bulge
grew larger and Susan noticed that the shape of him became clear.  His
tight trunks molded themselves over his rising erection and Susan could see
the ring of separation between the head and the shaft.  She knew the color
of the head would be almost as deep red as the boy's trunks, and that the
thickness of the shaft would be such that it would fill his hand.

   A warm liquid electricity began to pulse inside Susan's pussy.  It was
almost as though she were once again laying behind the bush at the fountain
glade.  In her mind she could see the boy stroking himself slowly with
silky touch of his circled fingers.

   Susan glanced at the girl beside him wondering if the warm honey of
sexual excitement was leaking into her pussy as it was into Susan's own.

   The sexual heat was so much that Susan could hardly keep her hand from
straying down between her legs to tickle her clit which was hard as a tiny
pink marble.

   Instead she closed her book, dropped her sun glasses onto the towel and
dived into the pool.

   The water seemed colder this time, but Susan was glad of it.  The chill
hardened her nipples as though in excitement, but it cooled that other
excitement between her legs.  Treading water in the middle of the pool she
clenched her pelvic muscles and drew some of the cold water into her pussy
in a chilly douche.  She held the water inside her until she could no
longer feel the difference in temperature then she expelled it as hard as
she could.  She could feel the warmer flow between her legs when they
scissored past one another as she tread water.

   She quickly glanced down through the clear pool water as though afraid
to see that the amorous dew she was expelling with the water would somehow
stain the water around her, but of course it did not.

   Susan did a gentle breast stroke back to the side of the pool nearest
her towel and levered her self from the water with the same smooth motion
as before.  She walked to her towel, leaned over and picked up the other
towel and rubbed her hair first then her still dripping body.  It was then
that she noticed the man on the bench again.  He had not moved and he was
still smiling, but now Susan somehow knew that the smile was especially for
her, and that some how the man behind the smile knew exactly what she had
been thinking about.  She ran her eyes over him once more.  This time she
saw that there was a noticeable rising in the front of the man's slacks.

   She thought, he was looking at that other girls pussy, and it made him
hard, but when she lifted her eyes from his erection to his eyes she knew
that it was for her.  That thought made the heat between her legs rekindle,
and that feeling made her blush.  She hurried to turn away from the man on
the bench and sat down.  Her eyes fell on the couple across the pool again
and seeing them together made her a little angry.  Why should he be with
her when I have watched him play with himself, she thought.  I should be
the one he is kissing!  And with that thought she began to think of trying
to win the boy's attention from the dark haired girl.

   Susan stretched herself back to a half reclining position, leaning on
her elbows, then she lifted her knees and let them open a little.  Her long
coltish legs were still shiny wet from the water and when she scooted down
she felt her bathing suit roll up a little to expose the creamy white
cheeks of her bottom.  She did not make any attempt to pull the elastic
down.

   It was almost as though the boy had radar.  Susan opened her legs a
little more and the boy's gray eyes turned toward her.  She pretended not
to notice, turning her face up toward the sun, but she could feel the
pressure of his eyes as they ran like probing fingers around the patch of
bathing suit which covered her most secret parts.  She smiled and wished
the boy could be standing over her with his erection sticking straight out
as it had at the fountain glade.  Her imagination let her see it sway above
her face.  Her mind's eye let her see herself stretching up to kiss the
underside of the throbbing purplish head.  Once more the salty slippery
taste of that pearly ejaculate was upon her tongue.  If her bathing suit
bottom had not already been wet from the pool she was sure it would have
been wet from her thoughts of that delicious spike between the boy's legs.
She wanted more than anything in the world to be impaled upon that spike. .
. .

   A soft chuckle, full of satisfaction came from behind her.  and Susan
was once again aware of the man sitting on the bench.  An electric chill
suddenly ran through her from her toe tips to her nipples.  He knew what
she was thinking.  He knew as surely as if his hand was inside her bathing
suit pants, and his finger was inside her feeling the sweet slickness that
coated her womb, like sugar melting in warm rain.  The thought frightened
her, but at the same time it was delicious.

   Perhaps I should be turned around and opening my legs for him, she
thought, but let the thought go quickly.

   But how?  The question came to her on the heels of the other thoughts.
How does he know?  Susan dropped her knees together and to the side so that
she could turn back to the man on the bench.

   He was gone.  Susan did not know whether to be disappointed or relieved.

   After a moment she turned back only to find the gray eyed boy and the
dark haired girl walking toward the dressing rooms.  Her heart sank with
the sight and she thought, I didn't show him enough.  He's leaving with
her.

   She watched them walk away and the sudden urge to follow them seized
her. She stood and headed for the dressing room, not bothering to take her
things lest she lose the two of them.  The passage where she had run into
the boy before led past an office where the life guards took breaks and did
what ever paperwork was required.  It had a Dutch door which could be
opened at the top while leaving the bottom closed.  As Susan hurried passed
that door a sound caught her attention.  It sounded like a moan.  Susan
stopped and looked at the door.  It was closed top and bottom, but the top
was left open just a crack.  She moved up and looked through the crack.

   Inside the office were the man and woman life guards that had been up on
the high chairs.  They were in profile to Susan's point of view.  The woman
was on her knees before the man, whose Speedo type swim trunks lay like a
puddle of blood at his feet.  He was leaning his back against the office
wall.  The woman had taken his erect penis into her mouth and was moving
her head back and forth so that the rigid flesh slipped in and out of her
mouth between her lips which were tightened into a shining ring about it.
As she stroked up and down the length of it her face would go close to his
body, her nose burying itself in the thick curly blond hair growing around
the base.  With her two hands she clutched and kneaded the man's buttocks.

   So concentrated was she on what she was seeing that Susan did not hear
the foot step behind her.  The boy with gray eyes stepped up and, seeing
her peering intently through the crack in the door, he quietly bent to look
over the top of her head.  Seeing and understanding what was happening in
the office sealed his lips.  His unsensed closeness to the girl he had been
watching across the pool drove his cock again to throbbing erection.

   Inside the office the woman let the man's swollen member drop from her
mouth then she turned her head a little to the side and lifted its weight
with her cheek as she darted out the point of her tongue in tiny strokes to
the testes.  She nuzzled his heavy balls up so that she could kiss and lick
some spot beneath and behind them.  The touch of her tongue on that place
caused an immediate reaction in the man.  He groaned and hunched his hips
forward to give the woman better access, and the muscle contractions her
tongue was causing made the man's swollen cock jump up and down as if it
had a life of its own.

   After a moment the kneeling woman returned to the sucking bobbing motion
up and down the cock, increasing the speed of her strokes.  Her cheeks
hollowed a little with the suction she was applying.

   The man's head was tipped back and his eyes were closed.  His lips were
open the barest crack.  It seemed that every muscle in his body was
clenched and vibrating.  His hips jumped forward against the kneeling
woman's mouth, but not in the full thrusts he clearly desired.  The thrusts
were controlled by the gripping of his buttocks in the woman's hands.

   After a few more strokes of her mouth the woman brought her right hand
out from behind the man and placed it at the base of the erect cock and
used it to stroke in concert with her still sliding drawing lips.

   Suddenly the man groaned and the woman pulled her mouth back and off the
ridged rod of him, but continued another stroke or two with her fist.

   Silvery white globs of slippery cum squirted from the man's cock and
splatted upon the woman's face.  She laughed deep in her throat and
continued to work her fist up and down.  She opened her mouth and a silvery
white spurt arched onto her waiting tongue.  She curled her tongue back and
swallowed.

   The white globs on the woman's cheeks and chin almost made Susan cry
out, but she held the cry back.  Not so the tingling desire of her fingers
to be at her clit.  She dropped her hand to her crotch and squeezed her
pussy lips together.

   Behind her the boy with the gray eyes saw what she was doing and his
already erect cock sprang to even stiffer attention.  It was all he could
do to stop his hands from reaching forward and gripping the girls slim
delicious bottom.  Pulling down the swim suit and shoving his throbbing
member between those luscious cheeks.  She wanted it!  Clearly she wanted
it!  She had just watched Janis give Bill a blow job and now she was
rubbing herself so she wanted it as much as he did, but she was younger
than he and it stopped him from touching her.  Instead he took a quiet step
back and turned away.  He went around the corner then cleared his throat
and coughed before stepping back around it.

   Susan sprang from her slightly bent position to stand straight.  The
hands which had just a moment before been between her legs snapped away
from there and went behind her.

   "Oh, hi again," he said as if he had not been on the verge of grabbing
her just a moment before.

   "Hi."

   "You looking for something?"

   Susan colored at flashing remembrance of the spurts of cum squirting
from the hard cock onto the kneeling woman's face, but she said "No.  Just
trying to get used to the place.  Learn my way around." She glanced down,
away from the boys eyes, and found herself looking at the bulge of his
erection which was trying to push out of his trunks.

   Berk noticed the direction of her eyes and blushed, but at the same
moment he decided he wanted this girl no matter how much younger she was.

   "Oh," he said.  Then, with visions of her hands pressed between her legs
and her fingers pinching at her own pussy he continued.  "Well, you know
there is another place to swim, better than this," he said, his voice a
little breathy

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  No life guards though.  It is a swimming hole.  In an old quarry
back in the woods."

   "Is it dangerous?"

   "I don't think so.  I go swimming there all the time."

   "How come you didn't go today?  Instead of coming here I mean?"

   He shrugged "Laura.  She doesn't like to go to the quarry.  She doesn't
swim so good and . . . ." he hesitated and blushed.

   "And. . ." Susan prodded him.

   "And there aren't any locker rooms or bath rooms."

   "Oh." Suddenly Susan found her mouth leading a life of its own.  She
said, "I'd like to try the quarry.  Could you show me where it is?" And she
smiled one of those smiles that cause men's hearts to melt and their dicks
to stiffen.

   "Sure.  Tomorrow, or now if you want.  It isn't really far."

   "My Mom is going to be here to get me pretty soon so I guess we better
wait until tomorrow."

   "OK, good.  Can you meet me here tomorrow morning?  It's an easy walk
from here."

   "OK," Susan said.  She would have talked more, except that the two who
had been so busy in the office a moment before chose that moment to come
out.  Both she and Berk blushed scarlet when they saw those two and Berk
simply turned away.  Susan did not wonder why he had blushed until much
later that night.


   chaucer48@earthlink.net EarthLink Revolves Around You

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