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The following is one of 16 more or less short and more or less 
autobiographical stories from a collection entitled "Oh Susana" which I 
wrote as a kind of catharsis during a recent difficult period in my 
life. I would be interested in comments to help me decide whether to 
post the rest of the stories.

SUSANA

Pool party 

The trouble with strip poker, Susana reflected as she shuffled the pack, 
was the time it wasted. So far they'd played six hands. Neil had lost 
his socks and Erica her blouse, Bob was minus socks and shirt, and 
Susana herself had lost blouse and skirt and was down to her bra and 
knickers. She allowed her gaze to slide across the muscled smoothness of 
Bob's chest, sighed inwardly, and dealt the cards.
Erica pushed back her chair, stood up, and stepped to the edge of the 
badminton court-sized swimming pool. She stood with her back to them, 
stretched, then reached behind her back and unsnapped her lacy black 
bra. "I'm going to swim," she announced, without turning around. "Anyone 
going to join me?" She slipped the bra from her shoulders and dropped it 
beside her, then peeled off her jeans and panties, dived in and came up 
on the other side of the pool. "Come on," she called, then pushed off 
the wall and backstroked lazily towards the far end, her pink nipples 
and copper wire pubic patch standing out clearly against her pale skin 
in the glare of the floodlights.
Susana glanced at Neil. He was watching Erica, his eyes bright and his 
mouth slightly open. He reached for his drink, downed it, and licked his 
lips. Susana looked over at Bob. He was watching her. Their eyes met, 
something went "flip" in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her 
nipples hardening. She leaned forward and tapped Neil on the hand. 
"Unhook me," she said, and half-turned away from him in her chair. Neil 
reached out with one hand and unfastened her bra with a practised flick, 
then went back to watching Erica.
Susana crossed her arms over her chest and looked again at Bob. He 
smiled, flashing his perfect teeth, and her insides did another 
backflip. She grasped the straps of her bra with thumbs and forefingers 
and slid them down her arms, then deposited the garment on top of the 
cards in front of her. Bob's eyes fell to her breasts and she cupped 
them briefly in her hands, feeling the hardness of her nipples against 
her palms. Then she stood up, stepped away from the table and, bending, 
slipped her knickers down her legs. She straightened up, dropped the 
knickers on her chair, and took a running dive into the pool. It was 
cold, but only for a moment, and she struck out underwater to where 
Erica was clinging to the wall at the far end.
As she surfaced, Erica ran a hand across her shoulder and down over her 
left breast, pausing briefly to caress the nipple, then trailed her 
fingers down her belly to flutter against her crotch. Susana responded 
by slipping a hand between Erica's legs, marvelling at how easily her 
index finger slid through the soft folds and into her friend's pussy. 
Erica squeaked softly, licked Susana's ear and whispered: "Kiss me." 
Their lips met, tongues touched and they sank together beneath the 
surface.
When they came up for air, Erica looked back at their husbands, still 
sitting at the card table. "Come on," she called again, and ducked back 
under the water to take Susana's right nipple in her mouth. Susana 
closed her eyes as Erica suckled, then opened them to see Neil, naked 
and already semi-erect, toss his underpants on the table and step to the 
side of the pool. He dived in, glided underwater towards them, and 
surfaced beside them just as Erica ran out of air. He put an arm around 
each of them. "Hello," he said. "Can anybody play?"
Susana reached for his cock and was mildly outraged to discover that 
Erica had already claimed it and was massaging it to full attention. 
"Get your own," she hissed. Erica laughed, Susana giggled, and all three 
of them looked around for Bob. He was standing beside the table, still 
wearing his boxer shorts, and looking undecided.
"Go get him, girlie," said Susana, and Erica loosened her grip on Neil, 
kissed them both and swam lazily to the other end of the pool just 10 
metres away. Bob walked to meet her and squatted down beside the ladder. 
There was an exchange of words, in tones too low for Susana to hear, and 
then Erica grabbed him by both knees and toppled him into the water.
He came up spluttering, and Erica dragged him under again. She 
re-emerged in about 15 seconds, waving his shorts which she tossed on to 
the pool decking. When Bob resurfaced a moment later she pinned him 
against the ladder, then sank out of sight in front of him. Bob closed 
his eyes and Susana heard him moaning softly.
___
The poolside card party had been Erica's idea. The four of them had been 
drinking together at the club earlier in the evening, and she'd 
suggested to Susana during one of their forays to the toilet that they 
all go back to her place when the bar closed at 11 o'clock. She and Bob 
had a house on Nob Hill, with a high-walled courtyard and pool area 
offering a measure of privacy that was rare in a city where most 
expatriates lived in high-rise apartments or multi-unit compounds.
When they arrived she ushered them all through the house to the pool 
deck and dragged out the patio table and chairs. Bob produced a prized 
bottle of port for himself and Neil, and a flagon of white wine, in an 
oversized ice-bucket, for the ladies. Erica trotted out the munchies, 
then went back inside and emerged with a pack of cards which she 
deposited in the centre of the table before sitting down. "Strip poker," 
she said brightly. Bob shrugged his shoulders. Susana glanced at Neil. 
He sipped his port and winked at her. "Okay," she said, and reached for 
the cards. They cut for first deal, and Erica won.
___
Susana reached for Neil's dick, tugged it briefly, then let it go. "Eat 
me," she said. She hooked her arms back over the edge of the pool and 
allowed her body and legs to float to the surface. She spread her legs 
and Neil ducked between them, buoyed her up with his hands under her 
bottom, and slipped his tongue into her pussy. Susana sighed and 
squirmed as he lapped at her labia.
At the other end of the pool, directly opposite, Bob had climbed out and 
was sitting beside the ladder, his feet in the water and the fingers of 
his right hand tangled in Erica's copper-colored mane while her head 
bobbed rhythmically between his parted legs. Susana had a sudden vision 
of Erica's carmine lips engulfing Bob's cock. It compounded the rising 
excitement caused by Neil's nibbling, and she arched her back, grinding 
her crotch against his busy mouth and gasping with the quick, repeated 
shocks of a minor orgasm. "Enough," she panted. "Let me down."
Neil raised his head, took his hands from beneath her bottom, and 
grasped her just above the waist. She came off the wall spread-eagled, 
her belly contacting his chest and sliding down until progress was 
stopped by the ridge-pole of his cock lodged firmly in the fork of her 
legs. He stepped forward, pressing her back against the wall, and Susana 
wrapped arms and legs around him and sought his mouth, redolent of 
pussy, port and pool chlorine. Neil sawed his hips, probing for the 
entrance to her vagina, but she lowered her legs and gently pushed him 
away. "Wait," she said, and nodded over his shoulder towards the other 
end of the pool. "See."
Neil turned around to look, then stepped back against the wall beside 
her. Susana groped for his cock and squeezed it lightly as they watched. 
Bob appeared to be standing on the lower rung of the ladder, his back to 
them, his hips just out of the water and his hands grasping the rail on 
either side. But he couldn't be on the ladder; Erica was sandwiched 
between him and the wall and virtually all they could see of her was her 
hands, rising out of the water and cupping his buttocks as he fucked her 
mouth. Susana gave Neil's tool a final gentle tug. "Wait here," she 
said. "Play by yourself for a bit."
She dipped below the surface and pushed off from the wall, squirrelling 
through the water to the other end. The mystery was explained. Beneath 
the surface, Bob had both feet planted flat against the end wall of the 
pool, with Erica between them. He tensed and missed a beat as Susana 
trailed a hand up his leg before surfacing against the wall alongside 
Erica. "Hey," said Susana. "Save some for me."
Bob's cock sprang free and proud as Erica pushed him away and turned her 
head to glare at Susana. "Get your own," she said, and giggled. "Get 
fucked," said Susana. Erica giggled again, and winked at her. "I intend 
to, baby," she said.
Bob appeared uncertain about this new development. He took his feet off 
the wall and his hands off the bars of the ladder, and submerged to 
chest level. Susana reached out and grabbed his cock. It had shrunk to 
half-mast. "Don't be shy," she said. She took a deep breath, slipped 
under the water and sucked him into her mouth. By the time she came up 
for air he was almost fully erect again, and he put one arm around her 
and kneaded her left breast with his other hand as she glued her mouth 
to his and fenced with his tongue. Meanwhile, Erica bobbed beneath the 
surface and continued the task of restoring him to full active-duty 
status. When she re-surfaced she stuck her tongue in his ear, pried him 
loose from Susana and told him: "Get up on the ladder."
She guided him into position, facing away from the wall, his feet on the 
bottom rung, his hands grasping the rails at hip level and his 
purple-headed prick jutting out just above the water. It was curved 
upwards like a banana, the skin stretched taut and shining, and it 
jerked with anticipation as Susana encircled it with her thumb and 
forefinger. "Two for the price of one," said Erica, and she leaned 
forward and licked its head, signalling to Susana with her eyes.
Susana caressed the underside of Bob's cock with her tongue and fondled 
his balls. Simultaneously, she reached out with her other hand and 
slipped it between Erica's legs. Erica responded in kind, and in moments 
their wickedly knowing fingers had them both gasping and squirming.
Their lips and tongues tangled as they licked and nibbled at Bob's cock, 
spurring each other on and competing for the biggest mouthful. Bob was 
gasping, too, and his tool twitched as they worked on him. Finally he 
groaned and shook his hips, freeing himself from their ministering 
mouths. "Enough," he said, let go of the bars, and fell forward into the 
water. He re-surfaced immediately, and put an arm around each of them. 
He kissed Susana, and then Erica. "You guys are too much," he said. "Now 
I want to fuck."
Erica kissed him again. "Have fun," she said. "I'm going to look after 
Neil."
Susana had momentarily forgotten about Neil. She looked to the far end 
of the pool, found he wasn't there, then spotted him by the table, 
pouring himself another port. Erica climbed the ladder and padded over 
to him. As Bob and Susana watched, she dipped a finger in his glass and 
anointed her right nipple with Royal Reserve. Neil bent his head and 
took the nipple in his mouth. After a few moments Erica pushed him away, 
took the glass from him and knelt in front of him. She took his dick in 
her left hand, dribbled port on to it, then leaned in and fed him 
between her lips. Susana reached for Bob's cock. "Fuck me," she said.
She grasped the rails of the ladder, placed her feet on the lower rung, 
and jutted her bottom towards him. Bob ran a hand up the underside of 
her thigh and between her legs, and slipped two fingers easily into her 
cunt. He toyed with her for a few moments, and she wriggled impatiently. 
"Fuck me," she said again, and he withdrew his hand and she felt the tip 
of his cock probing her slit. He sawed back and forth, found the target, 
and pushed. She closed her eyes and held her breath as he slid oh so 
slowly into her.
His cock seemed somehow bigger, in both length and girth, than she 
remembered from her oral exploration of it just a few minutes ago. 
Because of its banana curve, the tip prodded persistently at her 
perineal wall as it pressed deeper into her. It was a novel sensation, 
and she tightened the muscles of her pelvic floor to show her 
appreciation. Bob grunted. "That's a clever girl," he said, and shoved 
home the last couple of centimetres. Then, maddeningly, he stopped.
Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty. Susana waggled her tail. "Get on with 
it," she said. Bob grasped her above the hips and slowly, oh so slowly, 
withdrew until only the very tip of his cock was still inside her. Then 
he stopped again.
"FUCK, dammit," said Susana, and gasped in shock as he slammed into her 
before settling into a staccato rhythm of quick pushes and slower 
retreats. With each withdrawal, Susana felt the water rushing in to fill 
her void. Then, with each thrust, it was squeezed out again under 
pressure. The constantly reversing flow of water over her labia was 
another extraordinary sensation, but to tell the truth it was more 
interesting than erotic, and after forty or so repetitions she decided 
that merely interesting wasn't nearly good enough. She hauled herself up 
and forward, breaking the connection, then dropped off the ladder and 
turned underwater. She blew a cloud of bubbles into Bob's crotch, then 
surfaced and told him: "Let's get out of the water."
As she climbed the ladder she glanced over at the table, and found that 
the ever-oral Neil was lying on his back beside it, with Erica astride 
his chest, his hands on her buttocks, his tongue in her pussy and his 
cock in her mouth. "Look," she said to Bob as he stepped off the ladder. 
She took his hand, drew him over towards the table, and knelt beside 
Neil's outspread legs. Erica's eyes were closed, and she opened them 
without altering the tempo of her nodding head as Susana spoke. 
"Deeper," said Susana. "Deep-throat him. He loves to be deep-throated." 
She grasped Bob's tool and drew him down beside her. "Watch," she said.
Erica worried her lips almost three-quarters of the way down Neil's 
saliva-slick shaft, then worried them back to the tip. "More," said 
Susana. She squeezed Bob's cock. Erica closed her eyes again and dived, 
gaining an extra half-centimetre. "More," said Susana. She placed her 
free hand on the back of Erica's head and pressed down lightly. "Just a 
little more." That was a lie; there was still about six centimetres of 
cock unaccounted for.
Erica stretched her mouth wider and advanced another centimetre. Susana 
released the pressure, then reapplied it as Erica's head rose again to 
the starting position. "More," she said again. "Just a little more." She 
milked Bob's cock, alternately squeezing and releasing it as her hand 
moved up and down the shaft. He was breathing heavily and she sneaked a 
look at his face. His lips were parted, his nostrils flared, and he was 
watching intently as his wife's lips enveloped Neil's dick.
Four centimetres to go. "Eat it, slut," rasped Bob. "Eat it all." Susana 
pressed a little harder on Erica's head. "Down," she said. "Take him 
right in."
Three centimetres. Erica's eyes were popping, and there were beads of 
perspiration on her forehead and upper lip. Susana released the pressure 
again, and again Erica raised her head until only the tip of Neil's cock 
was still inside her mouth. She worked her lips, and more saliva 
dribbled down the shaft. Her body trembled, and Susana realised that 
Neil's continued attentions at the other end were bringing her close to 
climax. She trailed her fingers up the underside of Neil's dick and 
caressed Erica's upper lip. "Throat him," she breathed.
Her other hand worked diligently on Bob's cock and she was dimly aware 
that he was making short thrusting movements with his hips. Suddenly he 
froze, took a deep breath and let out a whispered shout: "NOW!" His cock 
jumped in Susana's hand and he came, his juice arcing out of him and 
splashing on Erica's shoulder. At the same instant Erica uttered a 
strangled squeal and dived on Neil's dick, swallowing it to the root. 
She gagged, lifted her head halfway and dived again, her lips working 
and scrabbling in his pubic hair. Susana watched approvingly, her eyes 
glinting, her pumping hand on automatic, wringing spurt after spurt of 
semen from Bob's twitching prick.
There was a muffled cry from Neil — "Oh fuck, YESS!" — and his hips 
heaved upwards. Erica, her whole body shuddering and shaking, rode him 
like a bucking bronco. She gagged again, but stayed on station, her lips 
clamped tight around the base of his penis as, gasping and swearing, he 
thrashed his hips in the throes of orgasm.
Susana, still pumping Bob's softening prick, dropped her other hand 
between her legs and rubbed her clitoris. She climaxed in moments. 
"Yes," she yelled, her eyes fixed on her husband's cock buried up to the 
hilt in her friend's face. "Yes. Suck that prick. Suck the bastard. 
Fuck. Cunt. Biiitchh! Bastard! Oh yes, bugger, FUCK!"
As the sparks faded she sat back on her heels and released her grip on 
Bob's now-flaccid tool. Neil gave a last twitch and lay still, breathing 
stentoriously. Erica raised her head and a glistening rivulet of semen 
and saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth as she lifted it off 
his prick. She licked her lips, sat back on Neil's face and then stood 
up, a little unsteadily, and staggered to the table. She picked up the 
flagon, poured herself a full glass of wine and raised it to her lips.
She gargled the first mouthful, swallowed, then drained the glass and 
looked at Susana. "That was super," she said. "What's next?"
Susana flipped the exhausted pricks on either side of her. "These are 
broken," she said. "Maybe we need to go out and find some more." Neil 
rolled towards her, reached between her parted knees and tickled her 
clitoris. "Oh ye of little faith," he said. "Know ye not that your lord 
will rise again?" Susana sniffed. "Just as long as it doesn't take three 
days," she said. Erica snickered, then picked Neil's underpants off the 
table and used them to mop up the driblets of Bob's sperm still clinging 
to her upper arm. "I'm all sticky," she said. "I'm going to shower." She 
padded off into the house. Susana stood up. "Good idea," she said. "Why 
don't we all join her?" Bob and Neil got to their feet and followed her 
inside. 

(THIS IS ALL I COULD COPY INTO THIS DOCUMENT. I'LL POST THE REST IN A 
SEPARATE DOC.)



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