Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

The girl's ass was smooth as a baby's, though the smell between the hillocks was less overstated. The buttocks converged. Susie scraped the rims of the cheeks before pushing her nose into the thin wedge to seek out the ging. Her tongue stretched and squirmed until it smeared the raw sphincter with saliva. Her forefinger pushed at the opening until the first joint was swallowed. Her other fingers crawled to the front of Susan's body, and they caught the stroking of Gus' active tongue.

She pulled her hand back and remolded the muscles of Susan's buttocks. Susan meanwhile raised her upper body from the floor by pushing up on her palms. Soft, liquid moans escaped her throat.

Gus' hand found Susie's box. Two of his fingers slipped inside the willing cage. Susie, on her knees, thrust her pelvis forward to make easier the penetration, which Gus could effect only by touch with his face, covered by Susan's stomach and genitalia. At the same time, her breasts pointed downward and rubbed against the back of Susan's thighs. The surface of the areolas was stiff with friction.

Gus reached clumsily for her breast and squeezed it unmercifully. The pain of the pressure was a sensual counterpoint to the fingering of her vagina. The organ opened wide with each new surge. The dilations and contractions of the wet genital muscles were more frequent and seemed more intense.

Four fingertips at once waved the fragments of exterior skin this way and that until the clit grew diamond-hard. The bones squirmed together and entered the box in stiff concert. Gus pushed up on the soles of his feet, and Susie felt his hard stick jam between her own rear mountains. He grabbed at each of the twin muscles and tried to hold them apart while he speared the virginal second hole. She obliged him by swiveling down his prick, but she seemed impenetrable as the head of his dork touched the hot entrance. She pulled her sucking squirming mouth away from Susan's asshole and tried to push her bottom down on the penis.

She gasped when the head was inside her. The room was a dark void, unbroken by sound. His fingers pushed down upon her rounded shoulders so her body would float further down the shaft. Each inch was a stabbing pain that split her insides. The burning anal walls separated as the divining rod searched for her source.

Susan stirred on the periphery of the tableaux. But she moved not to warn Susie but to Gus. As she looked down, Susie, wondered if the girl would attempt revenge for Gus' intrusion on their lovemaking.

Instead, Susan's flashing green eyes searched for his scrotum, which hung out of sight between his spread legs. Her fingers jammed the loose skin to his body and made the double almonds obvious below the wrinkled surface.

Her hair caressed the soft surface of Susie's behind as she inhaled the juice-bag in her mouth. Gus groaned with the force of the suction. Her tongue went beyond the skin to lick at his hair-strewn rectum.

She blew into the crack and scraped the edges of her teeth on the rounding curve of the buttock. Her hand traveled up Susie's ass, tracing the inches of cock-shaft until they disappeared inside the therapist's ging.

Susan moved her lips to the base of Gus' stomach. She smoothed the pubic hairs with her tongue, making them glossy with spit. Her forefinger curled around the half-planted instrument and touched the flat of her thumb and the other side. Gus writhed at the pressure of the clamp. She released him. Her mouth returned to the dangling sac.

Gus teased Susie's clitoris, pulling it, rubbing it. He let go easily. His fingertips filled her navel. His other fingers stroked the sides of her belly and crawled down to the lines that divided thighs from crotch.

Susie knew she was about to come. She grabbed Gus' hand and forced the palm hard against the clitoral ridge. Spasm after spasm of orgasmic wave snapped her body. Susan raised her mouth off of Gus' scrotum and scraped the small of Susie's back with her teeth, while her arms moved to the other woman's breasts. She pinned the boobs back to Susie's chest. They were firm and hard under the support, and the nipples pushed into her own damp palm.

At last each movement down the cock's pole was slower, almost regretful, as if each inch was to be the last. Finally the cock pointed straight inside, visible only below the twin muscles.

"Why didn't you come?" rasped Susie from her pedestal.

"Too tight. It was like the blood inside my prick clotted, waiting to come out."

Susan was at his side. She ran her tongue over his upper and then his lower lips. His mouth opened, and the teeth parted. His tongue slid out as if in welcome. She turned her face against his. His slight beard scratched her nose. She bent her spine and then relaxed again, letting her breasts fall on his heaving chest. His fingertips smoothed the creamy skin there.

Painfully, because now she felt the rawness of the muscles that had to be whipped apart for her pleasure, Susie came up off the massive dark. Susie reached behind and aimed the tip of her index finger at her own sphincter. The skin was coated with pinkish fluid-blood, she realized, but not in quantity to indicate serious damage.

She lay back on the mat. Half-asleep, she watched a mural of copulating men and women, in twos and threes and fours-even one man alone, drawing the foreskin of his Denis down its shaft and exposing the purplish glans with each new tug.

Susan, on her knees, her torso messed in on both sides by Gus' thighs, had taken the first few inches of manhood inside her mouth. Her teeth gnawed at the shaft while her finger pulled down the skin. The side of her forefinger rubbed the glans until Gus grunted with ecstatic agony.

She took her mouth off the dong and whipped the skin up and down the organ until globs of white cream flew from the slit. They landed on the back of her pumping hand, inside the webbed pubic hair, on the surface of Gus' belly and thighs.

The lava surged until he.was spent. Susan licked at the come, cleaning the back of her hand as a cat might. She took the wads of white semen from his skin with the tip of her tongue and swallowed it in greedy gulps.

Gently, Gus clutched an ass-cheek while his other hand went for her musky-smelling vault. He rolled the stiffened ends of three fingers in circular motion over this pinkness, and Susan's hips thumped with pedestrian rhythm until at last her pelvis outraced the steady rotation of fingers over clit.

She slipped her beaver forward and absorbed the fingers inside her stretched twat. Like knives, the fingers cut through the slick mesh of muscle and vaginal fluid. He pulled the fingers out and covered the inflated button with moisture before plunging deep inside the greedy hole once more.

She felt herself being torn apart and swallowed, devoured by the suction that drew her away from all contact with reality with her situation, with time and place. Where was she, indeed, she wondered for a fraction of an instant. But when she turned her head, the first thing she saw was John Duster on his knees, fellating the man who had introduced himself as George. The other man stood, bent backward, his hands on his hips. All of his pecker but the head was outside Duster's mouth. The instrument was long and thick. The head for the one moment that Duster's mouth opened to disclose it, was pink, fat and bulbous-and covered with saliva.

When everyone was quiet, John Duster cleared his throat and began to speak. Susie stared at his lap. His long penis was limp, and it lay curled over his thigh.

"I'd like us, as a group, to share some of the experiences that happened in the last hour or so. Perhaps I should begin, as leader, with some of my own impressions.

"I had moved forward and put my hand on Peter's thigh. At first he responded stiffly. He returned my gesture by placing his hand on my thigh, at about the same place-careful, of course, not to come anywhere near my prick with his fingers.