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The following is the second half of 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 <susanasue@hotmail.com>

Pool Party, Part 2

Bob peeled off from the procession as they passed the downstairs loo. 
"I'll be with you in a minute," he said. Neil and Susana continued 
upstairs and found Erica sitting on the toilet in the en suite bathroom 
off the master bedroom. Susana pushed Neil into the shower cubicle, 
stepped in after him and slid the screen shut behind her. She turned on 
first the hot tap, then the cold, and fiddled with the taps until she 
was satisfied with the temperature. The screen slid open just as she 
stepped under the shower, and Erica joined them, with a fresh cake of 
soap in each hand. She handed one to Neil, and together they began 
soaping Susana's back.
Susana threw back her head and allowed the water to course down her 
throat and over her breasts and belly as they worked, their hands 
sliding sensuously over every square centimetre of her skin from her 
shoulders to her feet. She moved her feet apart and bent her knees 
slightly as Erica squatted to lather the inside of her legs, and Neil's 
soapy hand slipped down the cleft between her buttocks and intimately 
explored the recesses of her crotch. "Turn around," said Erica, standing 
up.
Susana did an about-face and they carefully washed off all the soap, 
then started over again on her front. While Neil soaped her upper chest 
and breasts and under her arms, Erica knelt and began at her feet, 
working purposefully up first one leg and then the other. Susana arched 
her back and thrust her pelvis forward as her friend's fingers foamed 
her pubic hair and then invaded her slit. "Wash off," said Neil, and she 
turned again and stepped into the spray, raising her arms to make it 
easier for him and Erica to splash away the last of the soap. "Now you," 
she said to Erica, and they swapped places.
Just then the screen slid open and there was Bob. "Not enough room," 
said Susana. "Wait your turn." "Oh," he said. "Okay." He slid the screen 
shut again.
Susana took the soap from Erica's hand and pushed her under the shower, 
turned her around to get her thoroughly wet, then pulled her out again. 
Erica planted her feet wide apart and struck a pose out of a girlie 
magazine, her hands clasped behind her head, her pelvis jutting forward 
and her torso twisted slightly to one side. Susana soaped her armpits, 
then her throat and breasts, while Neil concentrated his attentions on 
her back. 
They worked downwards in unison, so that by the time Neil was soaping 
the bountiful curves of Erica's buns Susana's fingers were whipping up a 
froth in her pubic fuzz. As Erica had done earlier, Susana knelt to 
lather her legs. Then she stood up, unhooked the demountable shower and 
used it flush the soap from Erica's body. Neil swept off the excess 
water with his hands, then took the shower head from Susana, adjusted 
the flow to "Pulse" and shoved it up between Erica's legs. She squealed 
with delight, grabbed his hand and pulled the throbbing thing tighter 
into her crotch, humping her hips. Her nipples sprang erect like tiny 
cherries and Susana bent her head and licked them.
After a minute or so Erica shuddered. "Enough," she said. Susana 
straightened up and Neil stepped back and returned the shower head to 
its wall bracket. Susana put a hand in the middle of his back and 
propelled him under the shower. "Your turn," she said. There was a cough 
from the other side of the screen, and Bob's voice: "What about my 
turn?" "Wait," said Erica. She picked up both bars of soap from the 
floor of the cubicle, handed one to Susana, and they set to work.
Susana crouched behind Neil and soaped his legs, back and front, from 
his feet to the tops of his thighs. Erica began at the nape of his neck 
and lathered down to his buttocks. "Squat," she said, and slipped a 
soapy hand between his legs. Then she did his arms and armpits, and 
turned him around. His cock, Susana noted from her hip-level vantage 
point, was showing faint signs of life. Not enough to be of any use, but 
definitely encouraging.
She stood up, began soaping the right side of his chest. Erica matched 
her efforts on the left and they worked slowly down to his waist, his 
abdomen and his hips, both of them skirting his genital area as if by 
unspoken agreement. Then they stopped and looked at each other.
"Be my guest," said Susana, and Erica soaped her left hand and laid hold 
of the limp pork sausage dangling from the base of Neil's belly. It 
lengthened visibly as she lathered it, and raised its head in a series 
of slow jerks when she turned her endeavors to his scrotum. She gave it 
half a dozen gentle tugs, bringing it to full attention, then quickly 
soaped the pubic bush around it and stepped back. "Rinse time," she 
said, and pushed him back under the shower. Susana tickled his balls 
while Erica washed off the soap. Then she bent down and tongued the tip 
of his cock, straightened up and slapped him on the bottom. "That's your 
lot," she said. "Go and watch television, or something." She slid open 
the shower screen, ushered him out of the cubicle, and called: "Next, 
please." Bob appeared in the doorway from the bedroom, handed Neil a 
towel and stepped into the shower stall. Susana slid the screen shut and 
picked up the soap.
Erica took Bob's hand and pulled him under the shower. "Quick wash," she 
said, picked up the other bar of soap and grabbed his cock with both 
hands. Swiftly, she soaped his cock and balls, tugging, squeezing and 
stroking, and he responded quickly to her ministrations. After barely 
half a minute she let go of him and turned him towards Susana, then 
began soaping his back. "Take over," she said.
Susana was astounded. Already he was more than half-erect, his cock 
jutting out at the horizontal. She reached out and fondled his balls, 
and his prick jerked and continued to rise, taking on its extraordinary 
banana shape. She wrapped her other hand around it and milked. It got 
harder.
Erica started on his chest, soaped down to his belly, and pushed Susana 
out of the way so she could get at his legs. Then she shoved him back 
under the shower and rinsed him off. "That'll do," she said. She turned 
off the taps, stepped past Susana, slid open the screen and disappeared 
into the bedroom. Susana grabbed Bob by the banana and set off in 
pursuit, ignoring his protests as he stumbled along behind her.
There was no-one in the bedroom. Susana, with Bob still in tow, stepped 
out into the hallway and headed for the living room. There they were. 
Neil was sitting naked in one of the three easy chairs, a National 
Geographic in his hand, a look of astonishment on his face and Erica 
between his legs, on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
Susana watched for a moment, considered comment, and found she was lost 
for words. She dragged a seat cushion off the sofa, flopped on the floor 
behind Erica, raised her hips and arranged the cushion under her 
buttocks, spread her legs and pulled Bob down on top of her. "Fuck me," 
she said.
As he positioned himself she reached down and grasped his cock. She 
pressed the tip to her crack, guided it through the slippery folds of 
her labia and sighed as it slipped smoothly into place. He loomed over 
her, still dripping water from the shower, and she raised her legs and 
dug her heels into his buttocks. This time he didn't muck about, 
thrusting into her all the way, then settling immediately into a steady 
rhythm of long penetrating strokes.
Susana locked her hands behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, 
driving her tongue between his parted lips. The upturned tip of his tool 
jabbed at her G-spot, sending involuntary shudders through her legs. She 
gasped and Bob disengaged his mouth from hers, lifting his head so that 
he could watch her face as he stabbed away at her. She closed her eyes, 
concentrating on the colors dancing on the inside of her eyelids, and 
rolled her head from side to side in time with his thrusting, her tongue 
protruding from the corner of her open mouth.
There was a low moan from Neil, and Susana opened her eyes and looked 
towards the sound. Less than a metre away the alabaster globes of 
Erica's buttocks pointed back at her, the puffy pink pleats of her labia 
clearly visible between them. All Susana could see of Neil was his head, 
craned above Erica's bent back, his eyes fixed on Bob's prick pounding 
away at her pussy. Susana wriggled her shoulders a little closer to 
Erica's feet, reached between them and slipped her middle finger into 
Erica's cunt. "Mmf," said Erica, and waggled her bottom. Susana added 
her ring and index fingers, screwing them deeper into Erica's pussy. The 
ball of her thumb grazed Erica's anus, and the sphincter twitched. 
"Mm-mmf," said Erica again, and pressed back against the invading 
digits.
Susana discerned a new urgency in Bob's thrusting, looked up and 
discovered he was watching the activity between Erica's legs. "Wait," 
she said. "Don't come." He stopped in mid-stroke, panting softly, and 
she could feel with her heels the tension draining from the muscles in 
his buttocks. She worked her middle finger out of the cluster in Erica's 
cunt and extended it forward, searching for the clitoris, then began to 
pump. Erica wagged her tail again, and her anal "O" fluttered against 
Susana's thumb. "Stick it in her bum," said Bob. "She likes that. Stick 
it in her arse."
Susana withdrew her hand, held her thumb up to Bob's mouth. "Wet it 
first," she said. "Make it very slippery." He took it in his mouth and 
laved it with his tongue, then parted his lips to allow Susana to 
retrieve it slick with saliva. Susana reached again between Erica's feet 
and pushed index and ring fingers into her cunt. She rubbed saliva on 
the winking pink flower of Erica's anus, then pressed against it with 
the tip of her thumb. It slid in to the first joint. Erica wiggled and 
raised her head from Neil's cock. "Oh, yess," she said, "do more," and 
dived back on to Neil's dick.
Susana pushed again and her thumb slipped in all the way. She pressed up 
with her fingers and down with her thumb, sandwiching the peritoneal 
wall between them, and pumped again.
Erica rolled her hips and bounced her bottom, slowly at first and then 
faster and faster, all the while making unintelligible noises around the 
cock in her mouth. Bob took a hissing breath and started moving again, 
short quick thrusts deep inside Susana's clutching cunt. "Wait," said 
Susana. "I want to suck you off. I want you to come in my mouth." He 
stopped, drew back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, 
and she felt it jerking as he fought to bring his passions under 
control.
Erica suddenly lifted her head and howled, trembled from head to tail, 
and just as suddenly went limp. She lifted herself away from Susana's 
hand and wobbled to her feet. "Now you can fuck me," she said to Neil. 
Susana pushed Bob off and rolled out of the way as Erica stepped back 
and pulled at Neil's hand. He unhooked his legs from the corners of the 
deep-cushioned chair and stood up, his dick angled up like an artillery 
piece and glistening with flecks of saliva. There was a love-bite just 
below and to the left of his navel, and another high up on the inside of 
his right thigh. "Can I have a drink first?" he asked plaintively. 
"Wimp," said Erica, but she led him over to the bar and stepped behind 
it, produced a bottle of whisky and a tumbler, and then bent to the 
fridge for the water jug. Neil poured himself a generous measure of 
scotch, added a splash of water and downed it in one gulp. "Now," he 
said, "let's fuck."
Susana rolled to her knees and stood up. "I could use a glass of ice," 
she called, as she took Bob's hand and settled him in the chair where 
Neil had been. As he sank into the cushions she kicked his feet apart, 
then dropped to her knees between his legs. His cock flopped against his 
belly and she took it in her left hand and pumped it four or five times 
before leaning over it and licking its head. Bob lifted his bottom and 
slid further down in the chair, spreading his legs wider to give her 
more working space. Susana lowered her head and covered his knob with 
her mouth.
Then there was a hand on her shoulder, and Neil's voice: "Excuse me, 
ma'am, you ordered ice?" She held out her right hand and he pressed the 
glass into it, then knelt by the side of the chair to watch. She placed 
the glass on the floor between her knees, fished out a cube of ice, and 
applied it to Bob's scrotum. His cock jumped, and she heard his sharp 
intake of breath, but he made no move to stop her. She lifted her head 
from his dick, licked it from end to end, then put it back in her mouth 
and began to fellate him, gaining a little more speed and a little more 
ground with every downstroke, all the while continuing to caress his 
balls with the ice cube. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Erica take 
Neil's arm. "Enough perving," said Erica. "Fuck." She pulled Neil to his 
feet, his cock swaying like a jackstaff on a flagpole, and they 
disappeared from Susana's view.
The last of the ice melted in Susana's hand and she reached for another 
piece, raised her head and popped it into her mouth, then fitted her 
lips over the head of Bob's cock and returned to work. He groaned and 
placed a hand on her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Something 
brushed her buttocks, startling her, and she glanced up, her eyes 
meeting Bob's. "Look," he said, nodding towards the end of the room. She 
lifted her head off his cock and looked. The entire tableau was 
reflected in the plate-glass door leading out on to the seaward-facing 
balcony. Erica was on her back in line astern behind her, bent almost 
double, her legs supporting Neil's chest as he leaned over her, his cock 
in her cunt and his bum a blur of motion.
Susana sat back on her heels, half-turned and tapped Erica on the 
shoulder. "Make yourself useful," she said. "Suck my pussy." Erica 
snapped a passable imitation of a military salute. "Yes sir, boss lady, 
ma'am," she said. "Can I keep any men I find up there?" "Don't be 
crude," said Susana. She fished another ice cube out of the glass and 
put it in her mouth, leaned forward again and resumed eating Bob's 
banana.
Erica tapped her on the bottom. "Make way," she called. "Hot tongue 
coming through." Susana worked her knees apart, then her feet, and 
waggled her bottom. Erica slithered backwards into the gap with Neil in 
pursuit, grasped Susana's hips and guided her down until lips and labia 
met. Her pointy little tongue tickled its way through the crevices and 
danced around Susana's clitoris.
The ice melted in Susana's mouth, leaving more room for cock, and her 
head worked like a trip-hammer, rising and falling with metronomic 
regularity. Bob's breathing quickened to match the rhythm of her 
pumping, and he clutched at the edges of the seat cushion and rocked his 
hips. Neil was grunting with exertion at the tail of the train, and 
Erica's breath was coming in explosive bursts between Susana's legs, 
adding a new dimension to the effects produced by her fluttering tongue.
Susana shivered and snorted, fighting for air but determined not to give 
up the pulsating prize in her mouth. Her vision blurred and she 
redoubled her efforts, frenziedly frigging the shaft with her left hand 
while her frantic mouth gulped and gobbled at the knob. Bob's hands 
descended on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh, and his 
pelvis shook. Erica bucked and quaked beneath her, her tongue darting 
about like a trapped lizard, and Neil was making his customary 
pre-climax choking noises.
Bob peeled Susana's fingers away from his cock. "Suck it," he muttered. 
"Eat me. Suck that prick. Suck that prick. Yes. Yes. Suck that prick." 
Susana closed her eyes and sucked. Greedily, she gorged on cock, 
gorgeous cock. Deliriously, she dined on dick, delicious dick. She set a 
deep-diving record, came up for air, and dived again. And again. Her 
cunt was on fire, her body quivering, and she was on the verge of losing 
control.
Bob flung his head back against the cushions and arched his back. "Now," 
he hissed. "Now. Now. Now!" Susana dived again. And again. Behind her 
she could hear the rapid slap, slap, slap of Neil's hips slamming into 
Erica's buttocks, and the slurp, fart, slurp of his cock cycling in and 
out of her sopping cunt. "Yes," shouted Neil. "Fuck. Yes. Oh. Oh. Oh. 
Urrgh. Arrgh. Oh, fuck." Erica whipped her head from side to side, 
bucked again, and screamed into Susana's crotch.
Susana toppled into the free fall of orgasm, grinding her cunt against 
Erica's wildly working mouth. Again she dived, and the cock in her mouth 
erupted, jetting warm jism against her soft palate. It tasted of 
parsley. And a hint of hazelnut. She choked it down, raised her head and 
dived again as her body shook with another climactic convulsion. And 
another. And another. Erica's tongue jabbed to an impossible depth in 
her cunt, producing yet another eye-popping spasm.
Bob was making strange gurgling noises. His cock jerked in Susana's 
mouth, spilling more sperm, and she swallowed again. Neil was gasping 
and cursing under his breath. Slap. Slurp. Fart. Slap. Slurp. Slap, 
slap. Faarrt. Slurp ... slurrp ... slap, slap slap fart slap 
slap-slap-slap. Erica scrabbled at the carpet and hooted again in 
Susana's cunt.
Susana laid her head on Bob's upper thigh, his slowly dwindling dick 
still clamped firmly between her lips, and watched as, reflected in the 
balcony door, Neil untangled himself from Erica's legs, hauled himself 
to his feet, and tottered backwards to collapse on the sofa. Erica 
wormed out from between Susana's feet, rolled on to her stomach and then 
on to her back again, and lay there with her legs apart, her breast 
heaving and her hands folded over her pussy.
Susana sucked up a last dribble of sperm and let Bob's cock slip from 
her mouth, then lifted her head and sat back on her heels. "I think," 
she said, "that we all need another shower."





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