Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"I'm sorry," she said, and she was even more embarrassed when Kurt laughed away her chagrin.

"No matter," he said. "It happens with guys all the time."

She sucked in on her stomach and jammed her ass into the mattress, then led the prick lower into the bush of pubic hair, and rolled the side of the stalk against her clitoris. Kurt knew what she was doing; his body was almost limp and he allowed himself to be led as she gave herself pleasure with his sex.

It was with a sigh that he drew his stomach back and then re-aimed the phallus lower, at the pit itself. She closed her eyes, waiting for him, and he did not disappoint her. When she felt the head of the prick move through the tangle of her cunt hair, she reached down to her box and both hands spread the slick lips with her fingers, holding herself open for the assault.

She let him slide down easy until he penetrated fully; she didn't want to bring the muscles in tighter, did not want to manipulate his cock In a vise at first. She would lie there and let him take the lead, overcome his hesitancy about balling a woman. The movement of his dick soothed her; she thought she could stay like that forever, his stroking her slowly, without either of them coming-she would just enjoy the feeling of being filled with a man's cock, her hunger sated. But the calm was disturbed by the quiet rhythm of the strokes, and she wanted more, more of him. She looked into his eyes, and he was staring at her, waiting for her reaction. She was only half faking when she began to moan, her fingers moving light and almost ticklishly up his sides. He grunted as he pushed deeper than before, and now she pulled her vaginal muscles tight around the cock and sucked him inside.

He rolled the end of the stick inside her, rubbing the dome near the start of her womb. She felt a tugging on her insides, a first tremor as she undulated beneath him.

He shifted his stomach from side to side and stretched the hole as he did. The clit felt the pressure, and Susie rolled her sweating palms over his buttocks, kneading them.

She moved her index finger down into the crack of Kurt's ass. The tip wiggled against the, ribbon of flesh and then pushed in more easily than she had expected. The finger slid all the way down, and it seemed to trigger the orgasm.

All the fluid welled up within the dork came spurting out with the third stroke of her finger inside his ging. He moved so wildly that he threw her hand out of the crack, and her finger unplugged the bung-hole as her arms spread in a crucifixion pose at her sides, taking his sperm happily, thirstily. The lining of her twat muscle drank the foam while her breasts vibrated and she gasped for air. The coupling in its last moments was so violent that Jeff stirred on his side of the bed and looked at them both in amazed wonder.

"What the bloody hell?" he said, staring at Kurt as his body collapsed on Susie's frame, her skin wet with perspiration. The blond's hands had grasped Susie's upper arms, and he was holding her tightly when at last his chest drilled itself to hers, covering her erected tits.

Kurt threw his head back, eyes closed. He rolled over on his side, but he didn't bother to dislodge himself from Susie's cunt. His body touched Jeff's, blond on black. The Negro's hand grasped Kurt by his naked waist, clutching at a pocket of tissue. His fingers moved down the pink stomach to where the genitalia were joined, and he tested the cock at its root. Kurt's whang had already begun to deflate.

The shock had not passed, but the anger apparently had. "I just can't believe it, man," he said, his words soft and directed into Kurt's ear from behind. Kurt was still breathing heavily, but he heard his lover's startled announcement.

"I know what you mean. I can hardly believe it, either."

"How was it?" Jeff asked with curiosity.

"It was far-out"

"You liked it?" Jeff was incredulous.

"Sort of," Kurt answered, sheepish at the challenge.

"Would I like it?"

"Maybe, man, I don't know." Susie could easily decipher the fatigue in his voice. On his side, his eyes were closed, and the only place they now touched was at their sex organs. She pulled back and freed him, but he did not move a muscle.

Susie looked at Jeff now, and the black looked at her as if for the first time. As if he were in a forest and had discovered a new kind of animal-and a new kind of danger.

Kurt had withdrawn into some private place, or wished to, and Jeff knew this just by looking at the body that inhaled and exhaled regularly without moving except to inflate and deflate.

Susie thought she would let time take its course. The two were paid for four hours' work, and she would soon discover if boredom might be an incentive to sex. She lay on her back, trying to hold in the moisture of the come, trying to keep from dripping the seed on the linen below. She relaxed; she knew she could not "seduce" Jeff into making love to her. Kurt still was something of an innocent, at least when it came to women. Jeff distrusted her, perhaps even more now that she had temporarily "stolen" his lover.

Five minutes passed, during which time Kurt had slipped into and out of a snore; he remained sleeping, however, though the soundness of the sleep had not been tested by any movement on the bed until Jeff arose. Susie opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, just in case he was checking. But he was looking across the room, and his hands were planted firmly on his hips. She waited for him to become the creature of instinct she knew him to be.

Then he turned, and she turned on her side and put her chin in her hand, leaning forward on her elbow. She raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to make the next move, but she did not say a word. Neither did Jeff. He swaggered over to the side of the bed. "I like floors," he said, and he threw his head back. She was surprised at how commanding he seemed-in a situation where he could hardly be at ease.

She rose up off the bed and sat down on the floor, her legs crossed loosely in front of her. Only the top of her pubic fur showed, and she curled one hand on each knee. He crouched lower, and his penis was only half stiff. She wondered if she should reach for it. She wanted to; it had a fierce beauty of its own, and she wanted badly to pump it. But she was afraid to take the lead away from him, and so she waited for his initiative.

On his knees, he pushed her back, and she straightened her legs as she let herself be instructed. She left them open, to make it easier for him to touch her vagina, but for the moment he came nowhere near her sex.

His own legs sprawled, he was moving up her chest on his knees, aiming the dick between her breasts and pushing them tight around the organ. His palms touched the nipples and made them stiff. He pressed the tissue until one of the dark circles rubbed the side of the penis. He curved his spine as he drove the head into the areola, and Susie felt herself go damp inside her cunt when the surface of the tit was moistened with his semen.

He was driving the cock into her jug, fucking her breasts, which wobbled beneath the pressure. His hand, behind him, moved over her stomach. But he hesitated just when he was nearest to her cunt and the hair that covered the area. She thrust her hips off the bed and her pud into the air, but he did not take the clammy bait she offered. His fingers hooked into the soft meat of her belly, pulling on her navel and making her sweat at her armpits and inside her vaginal slash.

"Both of her hands held his cock as though it were a sacred relic, rushing-fingertips just barely touching shining dark skin-up and down the tool's length, while Jeff moved his lower body up and down, making the cock tear between the boobs.

"I want to suck it. Please… let me suck it" Her fingers folded inside the crack, teasing the skin that led to the bung. Her thumbnail curled back to stroke the scrotal skin. Jeff did not move; he seemed to be considering the request.