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his stride.
    Susie listened in a mixture of surprise and envy. The Saturday night coupling upstairs was a regular feature of life in her flat, and was impressive for its duration as well as its ferocity. And Sunday mornings were usually the occasion for an equally impressive repeat performance. In fact, the sounds of this morning’s bout had ignited her own desires, and after delighting herself with her fingers, she had only just decided it was time for her bath when they began again, their second bout of the morning.
    Thud! Thud! Thud!
    Susie was jealous; this was gold medal-standard shagging from a bloke quite obviously qualified to fuck for Britain in the next Olympics.
    Then she heard the squealing become a wailing as the girl – Anne or Annie, she wasn’t sure which – began to rise to her own crescendo. ‘Aah... Aaah... Aaaaah...!’ the long, agonised shrieks mingling with the thuds as her boyfriend clearly pushed himself solidly home.
    As she listened with growing excitement, Susie discovered her right hand was keeping time with the rhythm upstairs, fingers pressing in and out of her body at the same moment as what’s-his-name was pushing in and out of Annie. In her mind she pictured the girl on her back, with legs wide and knees drawn up as her boyfriend rose and fell between them, each downward thrust contracting the muscles of his bottom as he rammed himself harder and deeper, making the bed thud and Annie squeal.
    Still keeping perfect time, Susie’s fingers pushed harder and faster, and she felt her pussy spreading round them just as she knew Annie’s was spread around the genuine article upstairs. And each time it pushed in Annie’s lips spread a little wider, making her and Susie squeal in perfect harmony, faster and faster and faster until the bed was battering on the floor, Annie’s squeals were one long continuous wail, and Susie was screaming aloud in release as she came at precisely the same moment as Annie and her boyfriend.
    It was better than she’d expected; a delightful release that left her weak and gasping, the relaxation that followed letting her mind wander until, half asleep, she realised he was doing it again! But now it only made her angry. ‘Inconsiderate,’ she muttered to herself as she searched for some clothes to wear, ignoring the juicy wetness between her thighs.
    â€˜Bloody racket,’ she said aloud, rattling coat hangers in the wardrobe, feeling the dampness still seeping from her.
    â€˜For crying out loud,’ she called out, feeling the fresh clean panties stick wetly to her body as soon as she pulled them on, as the thudding continued, a full thirty minutes after it had started for the third time.
    It was still thudding away when she left the house, although it was faster now and Annie had got to the squealing stage again, so it couldn’t last much longer. And the house was quiet when she returned twenty minutes later with an armful of Sunday papers. They were all there, all the tabloids, right down to the sleaziest of the lot, and they promised a good hour or more of entertainment. Every Sunday she read at least one, usually more, and never failed to find them exciting. They were a never-ending source of interest and arousal, and though her intent was simply to study for her future career, her reading was still very often the trigger for a quiet afternoon of long-drawn-out pleasure and release. She thought the best story this week was the revival of swinger parties where anything and everything goes, and though it provided such a rich choice of fantasy for her solitary pleasures and she fully intended to come back to it later, she read on just in case. Halfway through a story about a schoolteacher with a fondness for being caned by his teenage pupils, she was disturbed by an outside influence, and she peered around the room, trying to identify its source.
    Footsteps on the stairs, that was all. Then she froze,