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From: "Geoff Chaucer" <chaucer48@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} SUSAN chapter 5
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Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2006 21:10:04 -0400
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   SUSAN A novelette by Geoff Chaucer

   V

   Susan's mother dropped her off in front of the County Swimming Pool at
10:00.  She was dressed in jeans and a green tee shirt with RED BALL DINER
stenciled on the front with her bathing suit underneath.  She wore sneakers
and socks.  "I'll give you a call when I am ready to come home Mom, OK? 
Maybe I can even bum a ride."
Her mother didn't like that idea all that well, but she figured Susan
had met some kids yesterday and she was happy about that.  Susan had been
so quiet and lonely so far this summer that her mother was glad to see her
coming out of her shell a little.  She remembered how it was to be on the
cusp of womanhood, but with one foot still in childhood.  "OK.  But don't
stay too late and be careful that you don't burn."

   "I have sun block and clothes.  If I start getting burny feeling I'll
put my clothes on."

   "OK." Her mother said and drove off.

   Susan didn't go into the gate of the pool, but waited in the little park
for Berk.  She went to sit down on the bench beside the pool fence where
the older man had sat yesterday, and when she sat in about the same place
he had she found that the memory of his smile made her pussy tingle.

   "Hi," Berk said.  He wore cut off jeans and a blue tee shirt that
stretched to fit his broadening chest.  He had on hiking boots too with the
sock tops turned down over the high tops of the shoes.

   "Oh.  Hi," Susan answered.  A flash memory of Berk's cock jetting creamy
fluid passed through her mind, and the taste of it on her tongue returned
for a moment.

   "Are you ready?  I'm glad you wore good shoes.  The path to the quarry
is a little rough.  I should have told you yesterday."

   "It's OK.  I'm ready.  Let's go." She stood up and slung the small
athletic bag with her towels, sun block and a pair of white cotton panties
in it over her shoulder.

   Berk started out and she fell in beside him.  "It's going to be hot
today," he said.

   "That's why we are going swimming isn't it?" She said and smiled.

   "Right," he answered and grinned back.  Flickering memories of this cute
girl pinching and rubbing at her own pussy flashed through his mind.

   They walked down the side of the paved road for a while, but then turned
off on a path that led back into the trees towards the hills.  "We could
get there just following the road past your house," he said "But this is a
lot shorter."

   "If you'll show me the way later we could just meet at the quarry the
next time."

   "Yeah, OK.  I'll walk you home later."

   "OK." Susan said, then was quiet for a little before she asked, "You
know just about everybody around here don't you?"

   Berk shrugged.  "Pretty much I guess."

   "There was a man yesterday, sitting where I was sitting this morning. 
He was older; gray at the temples; wore really dark glasses.  But he was
good looking, for an older guy.  He had an interesting smile."

   Berk stopped and looked at Susan with an odd expression on his face. 
"You saw him yesterday?"

   "Yes--sitting by the pool, on the bench outside the fence."

   "Strange.  I thought he was gone."

   "Who is he?"

   Berk turned and started walking up the trail again.  "Well I don't know
if it was the same guy really, but there used to be a guy, an artist --
sculptor actually, who lived in a house right up there. . ." he pointed up
the trail in the direction they were walking.  ". . .  On the hill above
the Quarry.  Strange guy.  Kind of spooky.  He did a bunch of statues and
just sorta left them around in the woods."

   Susan felt a chill run up her back then a tingle between her legs.  I
wonder if he was the one who left the statue of the cherub in the glade,
she thought.

   Berk was still talking.  "Some people say he was some kind of magician
or something, but I think he was just some kind of nutso artist.  But I
hadn't heard of him for a long time.  I thought he was dead or something."

   "Maybe it's the not the same guy?"

   "Maybe, but he used to come down and sit by the pool watching the girls.
That didn't win him a lot of friends, but he never said or did anything so
he never got in trouble for it."

   The path grew rocky and steep for a little while then flattened out and
opened up onto a meadow.  "Almost there." Berk said.

   "Good.  I'm hot and thirsty."

   "Did you bring water?" he asked.

   "No."

   "That's OK.  There are a couple of springs that feed the quarry pool. 
They are cold and clear.  Good to drink.  Course they are enchanted too. .
." he grinned.

   "Enchanted?"

   "Yeah.  If you drink from them the magic water makes you want to take
off all your clothes and go swimming naked in the pool."

   Susan blushed and Berk thought he had gone too far, but in the next
second she said, "Then what is it going to do to me?  I already want to
take off my clothes and go swimming naked."

   He blinked a couple of times.  "Well I guess we'll just have to find
out," he said.  "Here we are."

   The quarry pool was in a horseshoe shaped notch in the mountain side. 
Trees, mostly pine, grew close around the pool on two sides but above, the
mountain was solid stone, and from the direction they had come was the open
meadow.  From the stone cliff face a silvery stream of water trickled down
into the pool like a water slide.

   "You can slide down that if you don't mind wearing out your pants or
scuffing up your rear end," Berk said.  "It's a pretty tough climb."

   "Where is the enchanted spring?" Susan asked then blushed again.  She
couldn't believe how bold she was being.

   "It's over there, on the other side of the pool.  See it bubbling out of
the cliff down to the left there?"

   Susan did see it and said so.

   "You can walk around to it," Berk went on.  "But the easiest way is to
just swim across." He bent to untie his shoes and strip off his socks. 
Susan did the same then hesitated before taking off her pants.  She thought
about just pulling off pants and bathing suit bottom at the same time, but
she was not quite that bold . . .  yet.  She waited to see what Berk would
do.

   Berk dropped his cutoffs and Susan saw that he was wearing the same red
Speedo suit he had worn yesterday underneath.  He stripped off his T shirt
showing the ridges of muscle across his belly and beneath his arms.  His
shoulders flexed as he threw the shirt atop his cutoffs and shoes.  He ran
the few steps and made a flat racing dive into the quarry pool with Susan
watching closely.

   The red Speedo trunks were like a coat of paint across his rear.  His
well muscled butt showed clearly through the material and his cock made a
bulge in the front though he was not hard -- yet.

   Susan thought about ways to make it hard and what it would feel like to
pet and kiss it and the thoughts made her pussy begin to feel wet.  She
stripped down her jeans, peeled out of her T shirt quickly and followed
Berk into the pool.  She knifed beneath the water then came to the surface
and struck out for the spring on the other side.  The water in the quarry
pool was colder than the County pool water and it made her nipples crinkle
and harden.

   Berk had reached the spring already and was levering himself out onto
the ledge beside it when Susan reached him.  She kicked powerfully and
pushed herself up onto the ledge beside him, then kept going up until her
knees were on the ledge and she was face toward the trickling spring.  It
fell into a little water worn basin and without a thought Susan bent
forward to drink from the basin.  Her knees were slightly parted and her
bum stuck up in the air a little.  She hadn't pulled the girl-wedgie of her
bathing suit down.  The white globes of her slender bottom showed.

   Berk checked out Susan's bottom and felt his cock begin to stiffen.  He
had an almost overwhelming urge to lean down and bite Susan's exposed ass
cheeks, but he didn't.

   Susan finished her drink and turned back around.  "When does the magic
start?" She asked with a wicked smile.

   Berk grinned back at her.  "I think it already has," he said, looking at
Susan's pointed nipples which were poking through the material of her bra.

   She saw where he was looking and felt herself growing warm.  "Maybe
you're right," she said, and reached behind her back.  She unhooked the bra
and shrugged it off her shoulders exposing her small, but perfectly shaped
breasts to his eyes.

   Berk was speechless.  He had wanted to see Susan naked, but he never
expected it to happen so soon.

   "Now you have to show me something," Susan said.

   Berk blinked at her then smiled.  He stood and slipped his swimming
trunks down and stepped out of them.  His cock stood at half mast, affected
by Susan's naked tits, but also affected by the cold water.  His ball sack
was drawn up tight against his body; a cloud of crinkly black hair, much
more than Susan had, surrounded his genitals and some how that cloud of
curls caused a tingling between her legs.  From where Susan sat, Berk's
half erect cock was only inches from her face and she felt the desire to
lean forward and kiss it, but she didn't.  Instead she the tingling inside
her made her bold enough to ask, "Can I touch it?"

   Berk was completely surprised.  This was like playing doctor with the
girl next door when he was a little boy.  "If you want," he answered.

   Susan reached up, hesitantly at first but finally with determination
and, for the first time in her life, put her fingers upon a cock.  She put
her first and second fingers on top and her thumb underneath.  It was warm
and soft but with a harder core beneath the skin which grew harder yet at
her touch.

   "It is big," Susan said breathily, looking closely at it.  It hadn't
seemed so big when she had seen it before in the glade.  The head was
bigger than the shaft and it was red purple.  The eye in the middle was
spread open a little and looked damp.  She remembered how he had squeezed
and stroked himself and now she closed her hand around it and squeezed
gently, then moved her closed hand up and down the shaft.  The elastic
outside skin slid up and down over the hard inner core.

   "OOh, that feels good," Berk said and his hips humped forward bringing
his cock within an inch of Susan's face.  "Keep doing that," he said.

   Susan felt the warmth of her own sex.  Her girl honey was leaking into
her pussy and she knew her bikini bottoms would show the wet between her
legs if it wasn't already wet.  She thought about putting her left hand
into her pants as she moved her right up and down Berk's cock but decided
she would be embarrassed for him to see her twiddling her own pussy.  She
thought about putting Berk's cock into her mouth like she had seen the life
guard at the pool do, but just as she opened her mouth to lick the head
Berk groaned and said, "Yes, keep doing that.  Don't stop . . .  don't . .
. stop. . ." Berk put his head back and Susan could see the muscles of his
groin tighten.

   With almost no warning a huge jet of white cream squirted out of Berk's
dick and into Susan's opened mouth.  It squirted so hard that it hit the
back of her throat and almost made her gag.  It had a salty sharp taste,
not sweet like the cum she had tasted on the fountain statue.  A second
warm gob squirted out and hit her lips and nose.  She ran her tongue out in
an automatic reaction and licked it from her lips.  A third squirt, still
warm from Berk's body, hit her chin and ran down.  It dripped off and fell
between her breasts.  A fourth jet hit her cheek.  Some left over drips
oozed from the end and got onto her hand that was still going up and down
Berk's cock.  It made his cock slick and her moving hand made the cum foam
like beaten egg whites.

   In a few seconds it was over.  Berk looked down to see his jism all over
Susan's face and dripping onto her beautiful tits.  The sight made his
softening cock become hard again, but he felt bad about cumming on the
girls face without warning.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "I should have warned
you."

   Susan blushed.  She was still holding Berk's cock in her hand and when
she realized it she let go.  She began wiping at the cum still on her face.

   "Here, let me do that," Berk said.  He knelt down and wiped the gob off
her cheek and chin and wiped them on his own leg.  Then he moved down to
the drips that were slowly oozing down her breasts.  He didn't wipe those
drips off onto his leg but rubbed them over Susan's nipples, using his
slippery jism as a lubricant.  "Is it all right if I do this?" He asked.

   Susan's voice was a little shaky when she said, "Yes, it's all right."

   He pinched and stroked and played with Susan's nipples until they were
red and stiff and her breathing was coming in short gasps.  She was amazed
at how Berk's pinching and caressing at her nipples was reacting between
her legs.  She knew that her nipples were sensitive and she had petted
herself there many times, but now his touch was almost enough to make her
cum.

   Berk bent his head down closer to Susan's titties.  While he continued
to roll one of her nipples between his finger and his thumb he flicked out
his tongue and just touched the tip of the other.  It was like a bolt of
lightening shooting through her.  The feeling ran from her nipple down
through her chest and tummy to explode inside her pussy.  There can be no
better feeling in the world, she thought, but a moment later Berk took her
nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it.  It was as though he were
nursing the pleasure from her center.  It radiated from between her legs
and ran up her body and out the nipple Berk was suckling.  Susan was sure
he must be able to taste the pleasure.

   Berk could taste the pleasure running out of her; or rather he wanted to
taste the center of that pleasure.

   He began to stroke his left hand up the inside of Susan's thigh.  His
touch added more pleasure and made her already soaking pussy stream more
rich sexual butter.  Her swim suit bottom was soaked with it between her
legs.

   Susan wanted Berks hand between her legs.  The slow stroking of it was
making her breath come in short gasps, and when she felt his fingers go
beneath the leg of her suit bottom she whimpered with the pleasure of it.

   "Take you pants off," Berk said, his voice full of husky demand.

   The note of demand in Berk's voice suddenly made a chill run through
Susan.  She wanted to pull down her swim suit bottom and let Berk have his
way with her, but at the same time she was suddenly afraid.

   "I don't think. . ." she began but Berk was not going to have any of her
doubts.  She had all but given him a blow job and he wanted the rest.  He
grabbed the side of her bathing suit bottom and tried to pull them down
though she was still sitting.

   "That's enough Berk," she said and tried to push his hand away.  She
looked into his eyes, pleading with him to stop, but he would not let go of
her pants.  Instead he moved his naked body forward, shoving her down onto
her back with one hand while trying to pull her pants down with the other.

   Susan began fighting in earnest when Berk moved over her.  "No!" She
shouted.  "No!"

   She heard the seams of her bathing suit stretch and rip.  Berk, his
knees now straddling her pelvis leaned down to try to kiss her.  His cock
was swollen and huge now.  She could see it bob up and down as he pushed on
her.  It moved down toward her crotch as though it would drive right
through her bathing suit.  She reached up and grabbed and twisted it.

   "Ah!  OW!" Berk cried, and pulled back.  When he did Susan saw the other
man standing behind Berk.  It was the man from the pool with his dark
glasses and smile.  He leaned forward, shoved his hand between Berk's legs
from the back and grabbed him by the balls.  With Susan holding Berk's cock
and the man holding his balls Berk held still.  His erection shrank so fast
it pulled out of Susan's hand.

   "I think I heard the lady say no," the man with dark glass said.  "And
you don't want to go against that.  It's no fun unless both people want to
play." He gave Berk's balls a squeeze and a lift and the boy stood.  "I
think maybe you better apologize to the lady."

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to.  I just that since you had. . ."

   The hand squeezed a little and Berk stuttered to a stop.

   "Time to get your britches on and go home I think," the man said.

   "But Susan. . ."

   "Nice time to worry about Susan now," the man said.  "Don't worry about
her.  I'll see she gets home."

   "OK.  OK.  Let go and I'll leave."

   "Sure," the man said and released his hold.

   Berk scrambled to get his clothes and boots and, pausing only long
enough to pull his shorts and untied boots on took off down the trail.

   Susan tried to cover her breasts as she watched Berk get dressed and
walk away.  A towel flew and landed in her lap.  She looked up to see the
stranger smiling down at her.  "Thank you," she said, pulling the towel up.
Her voice had a quiver in it, but she was not sure if it was ebbing fear or
a new kind of excitement.

   "Don't hold it against him, sweet," the man said.  "He's young and
stupid.  No control.  And it was looking like you were ready to play for a
little bit there."

   There was a taste like copper in her mouth and where fear had pulled a
sudden knot in her stomach, now that knot was replaced with a little oval
of glowing warmth just above her pussy.

   "Get dressed.  I'll walk you home."


   chaucer48@earthlink.net EarthLink Revolves Around You.

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