Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"I find him attractive too."

"Do you feel at all offended that he talked to you in a purely sexual way?"

The girl seemed surprised. "Should I be?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not." Duster now returned to David. "Do you have any other impressions of Alice, besides those you've mentioned? Try to imagine what she is like, what her personality is like. Invent things, if you must. We want to be careful not to restrict ourselves to intellect, logic, and deduction. Let us be free and try to amplify our intuitive abilities."

"She seems soft-I'm sorry, I mean you seem soft," David stammered, staring into the girl's eyes. "I mean, not just soft physically, but that you would let yourself drift. Be taken advantage of even. I have the sense that you demand comfort before you demand anything else, even to the exclusion of other things, things I would myself consider more important. My guess would be that you are dependent, dependent on men. That, when you were a child, you were especially dependent on your family."

"Is any of that true, Alice?" Duster's concentration turned from David to the girl, whose eyes had widened during the brief monologue. "It's very strange, but… other people-people who've known me quite well, for a long time-have said the same thing."

A fortyish executive type leaped into the discussion at this point. "Susan-that is your name, right? Do you feel threatened by the men here?"

Susie was normally quite shy in groups, but in the spirit of the meeting she felt impelled to speak. "I think," she began, and she was suddenly aware that the attention of the others in the room was her possession. She felt a flicker of fright, but it was as though she'd been plunged into a pool of cold water. Her body was already growing to relish the icy immersion. "I think," she started again, and this time she continued.

And so the therapy began. It continued until noon.

"I was encouraged by the direction of the morning meeting," John said at the start of the afternoon session, "but if there are any of you who don't feel ready to undress before your friends in the group, I can t see that there wouldn't be any purpose served in pressuring you to' do so.

"Those who do feel free to take off their smocks, please go ahead however," he said as he rose and took off his own. A single tug disclosed his hair-shaded crotch to Susie's view. The cock hung like a thick, twisted rope. The dome at its end looked like a serpent's head. Susie stirred and unconsciously rubbed her buttocks against the floor; her thighs moved closer together and crumpled the ends of the pubic curls.

She stood. The hem of the thin linen garment chafed her thighs just above her knees. She bent her legs forward at the same time that she pushed the smock up her sides. Her face was covered with the white sheet as her pubic weeds were disclosed. Air brushed through the tangle, and she blushed beet-red behind the smock. The garment touched her firm areolas. In the next moment she was nude, though she clutched the lifeless smock in her right hand. Someone pulled on the cloth and she glanced down at her side. Susan, who had been sitting two places down, was now nude and on the floor behind her. She watched the smock unfurl as it floated to the floor.

Susan's breasts heaved with her intake of breath. Large, they were not rounded but curved at their tips which, like Susie's, were frozen hard and sharp. Her legs were folded Indian-style, but Susie could see the beginning of the hairy triangle, sparse threads of pale brown. Hair of the same color as that which covered Susan's box flowed down straight and clean over the girl's shoulders. Her eyes were an almost translucent green. Susie blinked as the young woman reached up for her own still-folded hand. She neither resisted nor complied. It was as if she were waiting for a sign.

Behind her John Duster sat cross-legged and continued to speak, while the other members of the group were engaged either in disrobing or in watching others disrobe.

"What I'd like to get across to you-what this therapy is supposed to get across to you, is that it is possible to be creative in human relationships.

"Here at the retreat we realize that, though we may never see each other again, we must try to create art with and among ourselves, this moment. Each second is an instant in eternity, and we must try to make that instant a perfect one. For this, we have certain tools: honesty, openness, trust, and our own natural instincts, including the erotic urges."

Susie's eyes had been fixed upon the twin aqua colored pools of Susan's eyes. At last she let her body relax. Her palm, limp within the other woman's, now squeezed at the transparent bones and rolled the tissue over Susan's knuckles. She lowered herself gracefully to the floor.

"I want you to touch each other, remembering the words from the song: If you're not with the one you love, love the one you're with.

"Just touch the person nearest you, touch them because you want to. Disregard the sex-that's why you were seated in a row with others of your gender. Touch… feel… experiment with sensation and emotion."

Susie felt herself dissolve into a cloud as Susan's fingers pushed down on the soft muscle of her breast. The inside of the green-eyed girl's palm scraped gently against Susie's erecting tit. Tentatively Susie put her fingertips to the surface of Susan's belly, just below the navel. Susan's thighs closed together and hid the slash from view.

As if in a dream state, Susie found herself diving for the muff.

The walls of Susie's box expanded around Susan's tongue and clamped down as the soft flank twisted against confinement. The flat of Susan's thumb jammed the raw anal opening, and the nail singed the sensitive sphincter tissue.

Susie rolled her sweating palm down the slope of the girl's breast. Her other hand explored the wet privates and pulled the shreds of flesh just outside the well-oiled vagina. The side of her hand rubbed the cleft, and the fingers moved in. One leg was to one side of Susan's head, while the other just touched the girl's cheek on the other side. Susan's groin was behind and beside her-even with her butt. Susie pushed her fingers up the twat as if milking it, her rhythm steady, even, and direct. Susan clutched the underside of her thighs and dug her fingernails into it. Her other hand reached down to the beaver. She rolled the polyp with her fingertip while Susie plunged inside with two digits.

Susie felt a rough fingertip trace the curve of her ankle as it curved to her foot. She looked down and saw a large, masculine hand. In a moment he was stretched out on his stomach, his head next to hers. She looked at him. He was so near that the craggy features of his middle-aged face filled her vision. He came closer, and his breath was warm. He touched her lips softly with his own. His tongue bristled against the enamel of her front teeth. She did not open her mouth wide, but let him struggle toward her throat. When he was deep inside her mouth, she fought him playfully with her tongue. She wrapped it like a blanket around his as it swept against her inner cheeks, and over the surface of her side teeth.

The man's name, Susie remembered now, was Gus. Gus' other hand pushed at her belly while his fingers pressed Susan's cheek. The young brunette raised her mouth from Susie's beaver and bit his finger. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, wincing. Recovering his composure, he chuckled manfully and leaned back. He swatted her naked behind with his open palm.

Susan, enraged, pushed up on her hands and stared at Gus with fury. Her arm aimed for his face, but he easily grabbed her forearm. His hands slipped to her waist and pinned her arms to the side of her chest. He leaned back and brought her toward him, on top of him.

She kicked him, but her flailing limb hit the floor, stubbing her toe. Gus' strong arm brought her beaver to his mouth. He sucked her cunt while she was still in the air. Susan rested her cheek against the floor, her breast bounced like twin pillows, and Gus' face was invisible below her hairy groin. His hands pulled at the cakes of her butt, and Susie knew instantly how to repay the pleasure Susan had been giving her.