Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"I sensed he was uptight. I asked him if he'd ever been blown before. He said he hadn't, not by a man. I asked him if he thought it would feel any different than if a woman did it, and he said no, he guessed not. I started to explain the concept, that, unless we are open to sexuality of all kinds, we are really closed to true sexuality of any specific variety. That man is not a heterosexual being, nor a homosexual nor a bisexual being, but really just a purely sexual being; open to all love experiences that gratify him.

"Without asking his consent, I stuck my head against his stomach and reached for his prick. I raised my lips and sucked the head between them, letting the edges of my front teeth rest on the circumcised skin. I licked the line that divided the dome from the shaft. Then I raised my head. 'Can you dig it?, I asked him, and he smiled shyly and nodded his head.

"I think the incident with Susan and Gus was instructive." he said, smiling in the direction of the three, who were now curled into a tissue of one body. Susie felt a childlike relief that it was not her own actions to which the attention of the group was being called.

"You see, when Gus started to make it with Susie. Susan was jealous." The relief was replaced in Susie's spinning emotions with a kind of exhibitionistic elation. "Just as Susan had expressed herself with honesty, Gus decided-quite creatively, I would say-that the only way to deal with that kind of hostility was through affection, through love.

"What I'd like to do now," said Duster, "is have you each describe your feelings as you're being made love to, by a man and a woman. It's a necessary exercise, eventually, in the course of therapy, for all of us. I find it produces new insights each time I try it, and I include myself in this part of therapy in all sessions. Alice, would you like to repeat with Nancy?" Alice nodded and smiled coyly, glancing at Nancy behind her.

Susie hadn't noticed it at first, but now it occurred to her that Nancy was at least a bit mannish, with her red-blond hair cropped close, and her smallish breasts, out of which came the large and unusually prominent raw-red nipples, turning upward as though tweaked.

Nancy stood up and walked toward the head of the mat, almost obscuring the group's view of Duster. Her ass was hard muscle, barely shaking with the rhythm of her jaunty walk. Prom between the legs, as Nancy walked, Susie could see the ends of a few auburn pubic wires from the full tuft.

"Which of the men attract you most-at this moment?" Duster asked.

Alice smiled shyly. "I'm sorry-I forgot your name," she said, speaking softly and looking straight into Gus' amused eyes.

"Gus," he said, and he pushed up on his knees and walked down the middle of the mat, haunches flexing as he came closer. He pressed his palms against her cheeks as though he were blessing her. Her eyes widened, caught by the sight of his enormous Prick. The glans was still covered by the foreskin. Immediately as she reached up to touch it, the dork started to climb to erection, and the rim of purple gleamed as the reddish skin withdrew.

Alice's fingertips combed through his pubic hair and smashed a thin sheath of skin hard against the pubic cartilage. Her mouth opened as if ready to accommodate the prick, but Duster raised his hand, motioning for her to stop.

"I'd like you to lie down, back on the mat, completely passive." She squirmed on her chubby butt. Her feet stretched out toward her audience. Her grease-coated incision was visible beneath the tawny underbrush of sexual hair. "Tell us how it feels, as it happens, as each sensation happens to you. "

Gus' body rose as he pushed up on his palms. His erection touched the center line of her belly. Nancy leaned in between the two parallel bodies and grasped it, rustling the foreskin and bringing the side of her forefinger against the glans. Gus' ass stuck further up in the air, and Nancy directed his member to the honey pot. "Oh, stick it in," Alice giggled, once the head of the machine was resting in the network of flesh and dark pubic hair.

"How does it feel?" asked John Duster. Gus had not penetrated.

"His cock is against my clitoris. I feel like I'm sweating inside my vagina. I want him to come in. side me, but even when he pushes, I know that it's hard to let in because I'm still too dry."

Nancy crawled on her knees to Alice's head. She turned and faced Gus just as he slipped inside the young girl's quim. She planted her own genitalia just above Alice's mouth, but the hair did not touch her lips. "I've never eaten someone out before," Alice said just before her tongue crawled from between her lips. She found Nancy's stubby clit and licked at it as though it might rise and bite her back. Gingerly she planted the first point of her first finger inside the vagina and wiggled the finger against the closing walls. Nancy moved her body quickly and with blunt rhythm back and forth, emphasizing its friction against the tiny digit.

Nancy put her hands at the sides of the girl's torso and leaned forward to kiss Gus. Gus' tongue flailed her thick, sensuous lips. She seemed to be fighting to get inside his mouth just as he preferred to linger on the surface of her lips. She grabbed his shoulders for balance, hooking her fingers over the rounded ball-joint. The index fingers moved inside, under the arm and into the hair-quilted pit, moist with sweat.

"He's all the way inside me," Alice said, her voice almost a whisper. The raw meat of her box clung tightly to the poker. "I can feel the pressure on my clit. Oh… he's moving back." Her finger continued to stab Nancy's cunt, but only occasionally did her tongue and lips move to caress the labial surface.

Each stroke of his cock inside her was more swift, more direct, and seemingly deeper. As he drove the spike toward her womb, his ass turned up, the others could see his scrotum hanging from his crotch. Gus rubbed Nancy's tit with one hand, while with the other he gently caressed Alice's breasts.

An involuntary spasm of her cunt held him in a moist, fleshy vise. He wiped the flat of his forefinger over her clitoral bud to test its erection, then forced his straightened finger in beside his dark. The bone remained stationary while he pulled his organ back and then replanted it in the steamy pot. He jiggled the cock inside her, then pushed her back from the erection until only the dome was inside her, hidden between the damp and converging labia.

Her eyes closed as her mouth gaped open. Delirious, every thrust of his pecker could be detected in the snap of her small rounded chin against her collarbone. "Please… make me… come!" she shouted, her voice paper-thin. "I can't… go on… like this… Please…! Oh! Oh fuck… please…! Fuck!"

In the main cabin of the Sensitivity Retreat, where the majority of the guests were quartered, the therapists and patients gathered for a quiet meeting before the huge fireplace, glowing with dying wood. Hot sangria punch was served in ceramic mugs by the staff. Duster mentioned that the cups had been made in the Retreat's craft shop, which was open to all visitors-as part of therapy.

"Dr. Chiver and I would like you to feel free to talk about anything relating to the day's activities, but particularly we would like you to get at the reasons you are here-your problems, if you don't mind the use of the word." Susie sipped on her punch, then ran her tongue over her upper lip, which seemed anesthetized. A tall and thin man in his late twenties had begun to talk. His name' was Aaron, and he kept unconsciously pushing his sand-red hair from his face as he spoke.

"I came to the Clinic because I was gay. I became interested in this girl I had known but never dated in high school. I just happened to meet her casually about a year ago-she had been married and divorced in the interim. I became very fond of her, but I avoided sexual contact scrupulously until one day we took acid together and I found myself in bed with her, naked and impotent.