Message-ID: <17057eli$9811080534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: story submission Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981107161553.13316.qmail@hotmail.com> 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.) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----