Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"She pushed me to the floor and applied her mouth to the hot, slimy mess of hair and tissue. The lips were parted, and the teeth dug into the filmy moisture and the cunt-flaps before she started to move them and twist them, over the clitoris. The pressure of them against me was delicious, but it just made me bum inside my belly, waiting for the friction of those full wet lips and an active tongue. I thrust myself up to her and the hairy beaver slid against her. Her warm breath made me tingle, cast a drying breeze on the clit, and then, as I settled my body down on the floor, she started to suck me in earnest.

"Her tongue protruded as far from her mouth as she could extend it. It slipped inside the box, and she wiggled it as she tasted. I pushed my fingertip down on my tiny erection, aching because of the attention it lacked, and I brushed her upper lip with the side of the finger before she took my hand by the wrist and pushed it to my side, firmly but gently.

"'I want you,' I whispered, while my fingers weaved on the loom of her flaxen hair. I scratched her scalp at the part, imploring her to suck me even harder with that tongue, with those rich lips twisting sinuously.

"She leaned to one side, tossing her head back, and looked at me as I rubbed the back of my skull against the floor, trying to rid myself of the tension that filled my groin. My eyes were closed, but the end of the oral rhythm made me open them again and look down at her. Something strange passed between us, some message from her eyes to mine and then back again. It all happened so fast, so smoothly, that I can't say for sure, but it was as if I knew what she would do before she did it.

"She curled her body away from me, as though she were turning from my glance in shame, and I saw the two buttocks open slightly and reveal the hairless path to her anus. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue on me, but I knew that at the same moment my lids closed, she was bringing her leg over me, straddling me while her face and mouth were drilled to my pussy. I felt the curls at the underside of my breast, and I reached down to touch them, work through them as I unbent my fingers at the joints and reached through the silky hair for her flesh-glossy and hot, waiting for the pressure and the friction. The two fingers parted like the sides of a wishbone, and while the tips pressed to the moist labia, the hole opened.

"Resi pushed her hips up in the air, took her beaver out of touching range for a moment, before she let herself down, legs straddled over my chin, smearing inside the cleft with the wetness of her organ.

"I couldn't help my hands from moving over her thighs, nor my fingers from pressing into the hollows. Impatient, Resi smashed down on my half. open mouth with her twat, and I rolled my tongue over a clot of hair until I came down on the slit, and Resi's groan told me how much she wanted me to continue. Now I felt the full weight of her body over me, and I was more excited than at first, because the pressure enveloped me-it was like being in the embrace of a man. All of a sudden, instead of it just being a local pressure, like some kind of sophisticated masturbation, another body was all I over me. I held on to her thighs with my nails. She was rolling the soggy cunt-flesh over my mouth, and I was smelling her as I was jamming my own pud against her teeth.

"My own coming seemed as though it were a shock to her because she had to fold her arms around my rump and imprison me while I let go with my pelvis and my groin, wiping myself over her lips and tongue. I stuck my thumb into her and licked her clitoris, kept the thumb hooked inside the cunt while I pulsed out my own orgasm and then, just as I drew the strokes out slower and slower, savoring the last undulations that filled my frame, she began to come."

On Monday morning, Susie entered the Clinic fatigued, even though she had slept well the night before after the monotonous drive home with the equally monotonous Dr. Chiver. She smiled perfunctorily at the white-uniformed receptionist, and proceeded down corridors to the small door euphemistically called her office.

There was a short note on her desk, and the handwriting she recognized as Dr. Chiver's. She was to turn on the closed-circuit camera before her first appointment of the morning, so that a tape of the performance could be reviewed by the executive staff.

The session was the first of its kind, Chiver had told her the previous week. Two male homosexuals -"married" for the past four years-had been employed by the Clinic for an experiment. Both men were in their thirties and neither had ever engaged successfully in heterosexual activities of any kind. Nor did either wish to change. Chiver indicated that this was an ideal experimental condition. Susie's role was to engage them both in sex, bowing to their wishes as to how she might best be used.

In response to a light rapping on the door, she rose from the bed and walked the few steps to the door.

Two men stood there, smiling. One was short, curly-haired, and black. He was compact, if not muscular. The other was tall, thin, bearded, and white, with an accent Susie identified as probably Midwestern.

The small black man was the first to cross the threshold. He wore a black turtleneck jersey under an expensive plaid sport jacket. His slacks were made of mustard-colored stretch material, and his narrow feet were protected by sharp-pointed boots of grainy black leather.

The second man followed him into the room. "My name is Kurt, and this is Jeff," he said, his palm extending as he gestured at the Negro. Jeff sat down on the room's one free chair, and Kurt placed his hand on the back of it. He was dressed in dungarees and a loose-fitting suede jacket.

"Jeff," she nodded, registering the introduction, "Kurt… I'm Susie." The two men smiled at exactly the same moment, and the smiles ended simultaneously as the two faced each other. "You can put your clothing in there," she said, motioning to the closet and feeling rather like an intruder. Jeff crossed one leg over the other, pushed up his trousers, and unzipped his full-length boots. Kurt put one hand against the wall while he kicked off his tennis shoes.

When both were nude, Susie began. "What would you like to do now?"

Jeff, standing, looked at Kurt's cock and chuckled conspiratorially. "Well, to tell the truth, I'd like to blow Kurt's dick." The blond laughed appreciatively, and Susie sensed how easily she could be left out of the whole affair. But she persevered.

"All right. But why don't you come here on the bed? I'll do it to you while you do it to Kurt." She sensed a grimace beneath the polite nod Jeff gave her. Jeff's already erect phallus crossed over the front of the blond's legs, leaving a drop of wet, heavy cream. Kurt grabbed the cock an inch below the head and squeezed it until another white bead was forced out.

Susie stood at the foot of the bed and pushed her fingers into the dark, hard thighs. Jeff's legs moved obligingly apart. The black man was poised on his knees, and his scrotum hung between parted thighs. The balls looked like outlined semispheres at the bottom of the bag, and his wrinkled skin was like black crepe. A clean, manly odor of sweat greeted Susie as she stuck her head under Jeff's buttocks and yanked the juice-bag toward her mouth. For balance she dug her fingers into the muscular buns. His can tensed as she felt her tongue slide over the balls on the way to the shaft's end. She jammed the balls with her tongue tip, and drove the flat of her thumb against the phallus' buried root. Jeff whistled through his teeth.

"You do that real fine," he smiled, and she could see the lower half of his face upside down between his sprawled limbs. Susie wondered if he liked her doing it, or whether this was just the respect of one professional for another.