Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"Of course… " she purred, rolling the tip of her forefinger over his shithole, "I could suck you… there!" The last word came just as she broke the seal with her sharp fingernail, pushing apart the muscle and moving inside the cock-worn asshole.

He bolted, touching her breasts with his rump as he moved up her body. But Susie grabbed his ass and held one cheek in each hand. She drew the globes apart and bobbed her head under them, rolling the edge of her tongue over the salty sphincter. He sighed, his whole body stiff, at the first movements of the tongue. Slowly he relaxed, easing down on her face, until he rolled his weight forward on his palms.

Now Susie's head was moving wildly up and down, tasting each millimeter of the ging. She flagged it with her tongue's tip, and she tried pulling at one side to open the muscle, but her forefingers slipped on the moisture her own mouth left.

She, impatient to hold on to something, began to chew at his flesh, pulled her mouth away and began to tongue-kiss his ass, biting into the tissue and grinding her teeth against it.

She was breathing heavily when she told him to get on his back. She was surprised at the meekness he showed in obeying. She hadn't meant to order or even suggest, but her excitement at having the big black cock inside her pussy had carried her away.

Her fingers moved through her hair and held the lips taut at the sides of the hole. She absent-mindedly rolled the flat of her thumb over her clitoris as she dipped her body down on his gleaming bronzed prick. She couldn't help groaning at the way it strained her, made her feel as though she was going to break on it.

The area just around the hole felt sore, and she felt uncomfortable the second that the first inch of phallic meat was inside her. She pushed up on her knees and decided she could lower herself more easily if, her hands palm down on Jeff's stomach, she literally screwed herself down the stake of the cock. She smeared some seminal film that had dripped out of his slit on her own privates, easing the way. She was stretching the skin down, pulling it toward his base and toward the kinky pubic hair, as If that somehow would make it easier to take the dick inside of her.

Jeff winced at the tightness of the grip. It seemed to confirm something he had always intuitively known about women: the way they would suck you it with their organs and then keep you prisoner inside their sex. With a man it was different. always it was violation, the rape of the asshole, and always he was the master.

Just as that observation passed through his mind, however, it was contradicted by the fact that Susie seemed to be easily sliding up and down his pole-pimping him, of course, but pumping him easily. His belly already felt like a pot being warmed over a campfire. The simmering warmed him, and yet a chill cut a path down his spine. He shrugged his shoulders involuntarily and watched her come down his erection. She was licking her lips, and her eyes were closed. She was breathing heavily; noticing this, Jeff realized that he himself was excited and his chest was moving at an advanced rate.

Susie's eyes were closed, and for some reason he wanted to touch her face. He put his fingertips to her cheeks. The touch was gentle, and Susie, opening her eyes and looking down at Jeff's face, was touched-and surprised at her own ability to be touched. The emotion was like a choking feeling deep III her throat or high in her chest.

She smiled tentatively, afraid that he might not want her to know, to realize the tenderness, or he might not wish to see her depth of response. The inside of her belly was making demands on her though, and she moved more quickly up his dong and slammed her pussy down harder against the base of his shaft.

She rolled her fingers through the net of dark crotch hair, and she felt her dampness on him. Her pussy was sloppy with moisture, and the smell of sex was heavy in the embrace of their bodies. His balls, as she poked them inside-the sac, seemed bigger, swelled with his ooze. He had begun to strain as he pushed up off the floor, his stomach muscles contracted, and into her, deep inside, thrusting the cunt-walls apart.

She took his hand tenderly and led it to her breast, moving with the wiggle she gave as she dropped down the cock. His hands grasped the creamy jug, and his fingers took turns crossing over the sharp areola. She moved her sweating palm over his hipbone, and she jabbed the inside of his navel with her index fingernail.

A vein she had not noticed before began to throb on the surface of Jeff's forehead. He was tightening his buttock muscles as he moved forward, a piston in mechanical motion inside her juicy machine.

She put her hands behind her head and twisted her body so that one hip was thrust out, then the other, as she threw herself down the erection, slamming her body, welding her own crotch to his. Her breasts moved like Jell-O, and the tits danced to the music of the black's groans. "Ah… oh… ah…!" he grunted, and the lather came out of him and into her, glutting her stomach as her cunt-walls sucked in on the fluid, replenishing themselves with new moisture in place of the moisture friction had taken away. Her hands moved under Jeff's neck and brought him off the floor-surprising herself with her own strength-so that her breasts moved against his face as she came with him.

She did not respect Dr. Chiver-by this time it had become obvious to her that she would have to do pretty much of an expose on the Clinic for the magazine-and yet she found herself flattered by the praise both he and Mrs. Talma heaped upon her in the aftermath of her performance with Kurt and Jeff.

It surprised her how Libby Talma managed to dominate the conversation when she shared a room with Dr. Chiver. "The post-therapy interviews were of course taken separately," Mrs. Talma told her in a rather sexy voice-a voice that belied her rather frumpy middle-aged figure.

"For purposes of experiment, and to simulate more closely a regular sexual involvement," she went on, "we're having both of the boys see different therapists here at the Clinic. Of course, they requested you, but we mustn't let them get too involved. "

Susie was rather offended that the woman referred to the two grown men as "boys." Wil Chiver looked as if he were about to form a syllable-indeed, he lurched forward in his office chair-but he was intercepted by Mrs. Talma.

"Your next assignment should be even more interesting, and, if I may say so, more personally satisfying. You see, we are working with a couple. The wife is bisexual and the husband straight as the young people say. We do not want to change them-they are both quite satisfied with their sex lives, which seems quite active and healthy. What we do wish is to observe them and to study, via videotape, the patterns of aggression and passivity with a female 'outside' put into the equation."

Libby Talma struck Susie as a bit pedantic, a failing she attributed to long contact with Dr. Chiver.

They had decided to put Susie in a new "suite" in the Clinic, and Susie was a bit flabbergasted when she saw it. It was hardly grand, but it was quite a change from the antiseptic and austere surroundings of her previous quarters. It had been designed to simulate a small "studio" apartment, and it included a bathroom and a small kitchenette, divided from the living room and bedroom by a formic a bar with several high stools. This, then, was her reward for dealing so successfully with Jeff and Kurt, the married homosexuals.

She was left alone in the room to relax before Donna and Bruce were brought in. She went to the closet, and there she found two nightgowns, one black lace and ankle-length, the other thigh-high and sheer white linen. Both were, thoughtfully enough, in her size; she debated her mood before changing into the frilly black negligee.