Message-ID: <18011eli$9812140431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: Pool Party (2) (15/17 from Oh, Susana) FFM, MF, FM, FMFM 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: <19981213182932.29887.qmail@hotmail.com> This is the 15th chapter of my book of short stories, collectively entitled "Oh, Susana". I am posting all 17 chapters, including reposts of the four chapters submitted previously. Please feel free to comment. WARNING: This is adult entertainment only, dealing with sex and sexual subjects in explicit language and detail. If you are under age for that kind of thing, leave now. This story, and others in the Oh, Susana series, may be reposted on ASSM, and redirected to ASS, but may not be put to commercial use by anyone but myself. I am willing to discuss them on ASSD or you can email me at Oh, Susana! The erotic adventures of a South Seas sexpot by Martina Lee 14. Pool party (2) (NOTE: This should be read in conjunction with Chap. 14, Pool Party 1. -- Martina.) 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." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----