Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"The situation was terrifying, but Ann was calm and kind to me. I realized that I did love her, that I wanted to make love to her but I was paralyzed-sexually speaking.

"That's when I came to the Clinic. I was interviewed by Dr. Chiver. I suggested he treat me with the conditioned-reflex therapy rd read about in the papers. You know, where they sit you in a room and show you pictures of naked men, and they give you an electrical shock to condition you against an expectation of pleasure from homosexuality. But Dr. Chiver warned me against it, saying it thereafter colors the whole sexual experience with negative feelings, and that occasionally a sado-masochistic component enters into subsequent sexual relationships.

"I had refrained from any participation on the sex therapy during the afternoon and morning sessions. In the afternoon, I just leaned back on the mat and masturbated. I was fantasizing about Ann, but in my mind, she had a huge rubber dildo strapped around her waist and pointing out from her belly. I lay on my stomach, and Ann separated my cheeks and stuck the fake pecker between them, then plowed inside me, ripping apart the rectal muscles.

"But this evening, when we were all nude in the sauna bath, I started staring at Nancy, and she turned me on. I was surprised, and curiously embarrassed when I looked down at myself and saw that I had a full-sized erection. She was leaning against the wall, a towel tied around her waist.

"I was reduced to what for me is incredible shyness. Even though there was no one near us, I asked her almost in a whisper if I could kiss her. She seemed taken aback more by my timidity than by the request. After all, we were both naked." With this the young man shot a glance at Nancy, who was sitting on the couch opposite him. She seemed to follow the narrative with interest. At the moment, Susan's arm was wrapped around her small waist. She wore a ski sweater and nothing on beneath it; the outline of her nipples could be seen below the garment's thick weave.

"She smiled and said yes. Without touching her with my hands, I leaned forward. As my tongue traced the outline of her lips and then entered her mouth, crossing over and under hers, our chests met, and I felt her nipples harden as the tissue of the breasts slid on my skin.

"My mouth was still open and I was still kissing her when she brushed my chin with her lips and tongue. She bent her knees and playfully bit my neck. She rubbed my nipple with the flat of her finger. Her hand went between my legs. She jabbed the part of the shaft hidden below the scrotum, and my nuts ached with delirious excitation. Her fingertips were like cold steel knives against the heavy skin. I had an ache in the pit of my stomach, and I felt my belly burning with the load. I squeezed her upper arms, but she slipped out of my grasp.

"In the heat and moisture of the sauna, with sweat greasing our bodies, I felt her cool mouth envelop my cock. Her tongue smashed the underside, while the roof of her mouth grated over the bulb that stuck out at the head of the shaft. With her thumb she pulled the wrapping skin down toward the root, and she scratched the bag again. She pulled her face back and then rolled her lips over the head. She smiled and I felt the enamel of her teeth press upon the slit, which was already leaking goo.

"She forced it down so that it came out of my stomach at a hundred-and-eighty-degree angle. Her fingers pressed into the side of the soft machine and the come fought up to the tip of the instrument. She started yanking fast and hard at the skin. Just as I thought it was over, and I was going to splash semen all over her face, I pulled in and tried to keep myself from coming. It was a tremendous effort, and pretty painful too, but I wanted to come inside of her, instead of just shooting off in her mouth, like I'd always done with guys.

"My stomach was in. knots, and I was gasping for breath. I grabbed Nancy under her arms and pulled her up. My penis bobbed up and down as it streaked her body. My thumbs forced into the sides of her breasts, making them seem fuller as she stood before me. I bent my legs and nudged my cock against her pussy. She thrust her stomach into mine, and I felt myself parting the labia. Inside, I lingered with just my head penetrated; then I shoved deeper, until her cunt-flesh covered me. Little by little, with each new stroke, the pain dissolved or diffused in my belly, and I started to get excited again. It was like a ticklish feeling in my scrotum and the base of the prick.

"I could tell Nancy wasn't near to climax, but she must have known I was, because she said, 'That's all right, baby,' and started to slide real quickly back and forth on me, and I knew it was all right if I shot then. So I did, and it was an incredible relief. All the time I was climaxing, I kept thinking to myself, 'This is a girl I'm fucking, I'm inside a cunt, not an asshole,' and it was a great feeling. "

"This afternoon," volunteered Susan, "was the first time I made it with a guy in six months." Her hands were folded in Nancy's now.

"That's funny," laughed a fortyish blonde named Evelyn. "At the afternoon session, I made love to a woman for the first time in my life." Evelyn had been in the session led by Dr. Chiver, Susie noted. "Dr. Chiver told us to experiment with new forms of sex. He said the whole idea was to get turned on by as many different things as possible." she looked up at the physician as if for confirmation. She received approval in a smile, a nod, and a tapping of the habitual pipe.

"I was sitting next to Resi." She extended her arm to her left. Seated two places from her was a short blonde whose hair, almost ash-colored, was cropped in a stylish pageboy. Resi, across from whom Susie had been seated. at dinner, spoke with a marked German accent. She was a student from West Berlin who studied in a New Hampshire girls' college. Though she had no connection with the Clinic, she was a frequent weekender at the Sensitivity Retreat. She had come, she told Susie, originally to solve a difficulty with orgasm frequency, but, since her problem had been solved, she had come to be an occasional "colleague" of John Duster's; she was particularly fond of troilistic encounters.

"Resi was smiling at me. Her legs were folded under her Indian-style. I admired the way her large breasts stayed firm even when she was naked. I felt an irresistible urge to touch them. I was a few feet from her. I crept over on my knees. She was smiling at me, and she flashed her teeth at me and giggled as I shyly covered her brown nipple with my perspiring palm. I squeezed down on the breast, and she uncrossed her legs. She took my hand and led it to her hairy patch, then aimed her own fingers at the outer flesh of my own beaver. She was expert, while I clumsily inserted a single finger inside the vagina and began to pump hard at the lining, which seemed to pucker around the bone. While I fingered her, she stretched the labial folds outside my cunt. She bore down on the clit until I thought it would burst. I pulled my finger out from her. It was covered with the sweat from her quim. I bent the finger at the knuckle and rubbed off the moisture onto the hairless skin of her pale belly.

"I opened my mouth and took her breast inside. I felt the tit stiffen as it rubbed my tongue. I stuck my whole hand between her legs, and her thighs clasped it. She rubbed the muscles together, bringing her own fingertips to the external tissue while she made me wince with pleasure at the light pressure and the tantalizingly slow rhythm of her fingertips sliding over my clitoris.

"She told me I was beautiful; she whispered the words into my ear, then followed them with proof; her tongue slid over the surface, and she bit down on the lobe.

"Resi leaned back, and she seemed to be snap ping her head back against the nape of her neck. Her mouth was open, and her tongue lingered just outside the curve of the swelling pink lip. She curled it back and I smiled at the glint of perfect teeth. She kept bending and straightening her forefinger, rolling the nail over the skin of my neck while she rested her wrist on my shoulder. 'You kiss well,' she said, and I couldn't help the blush that accompanied my conscious satisfaction.