Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Her fingers retreated to the slight hollows of the inner thighs. They pushed in firmly and discolored the flesh with blushing. Bud's hand trembled as he pushed his palm along her leg, starting at the knee. He stopped at the hipbone and turned his wrist inward. He stroked the first two joints of his index finger over the gelatin of her clitoris. His thumb hooked and he shoved it inside the twat. "Oh, yes… yes… " she said as he buried the heavy finger inside the cavity. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, finger-fuck me…! Yeah… " She turned her head from side to side slowly, as if the skull were snapping on its base to some hidden rhythm. Her nostrils flared and simultaneously her breasts rose, only to fall again as he pushed the clitoris back against her woman's weeds.

The thumb shoved in again and again. His thrust was hard. He turned the stump around inside the snatch. She tightened her legs and the muscles of the quim contracted. He enjoyed the spasm, not moving until the hole dilated again.

His prodding of the clit ceased as he became more interested in manipulating the inner tract. She took his other hand and pulled at his forefinger, leading it to the filament at the crack. He stretched the snap lazily. "The clit, you've gotta give it to the clit," she murmured, and thrust her hips forward in one nervous stroke. She eased back and lay still on the mattress, while Jones pushed in on the bud of tissue. "Oh, that's it," she giggled, "that's it, baby."

She ran her palms against the sides of her stomach, and thus made round her small belly. Jones leaned over as he withdrew his wet thumb from her vagina and rubbed it over the stiffening pimple. Terri raised her hands and pressed her palms against the contours of his neck. She could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. She scratched the smooth skin below his earlobes. "Do you ever suck your wife, Bud?"

Jones blushed. Terri could not suppress the beginning of a smile. "Oh, please, honey. Suck me, huh? Suck Terri. Oh, Terri likes to get sucked so much."

He exhaled warm breath against her face. He did not move. "How…?" he began; his voice almost squeaked at the question.

Terri smiled and stuck her tongue between her lips so that only the edge was evident. She flagged it gently, then spoke. "Like that, on the clitoris. That's all there is to it. It feels so good, baby."

Jones touched palms to the mattress at her sides. His knees felt the ripples of linen. She drew her legs up and left a large space for his head. His ears were inches away from the insides of her legs as he dove for the pearl. He hesitated for a moment and sniffed at the leaking cunt juice. He could not remember if Judy smelled like this, if other women smelled like this: this salt-sour odor, this sharp, piercing sweat…

The very end of his tongue touched the clitoral erection. He pushed the tongue down on it and depressed the sliver of flesh. The grease that covered the particle was like oily, salty sweat. He licked it clean, but the taste remained with each hesitant stroke of his tongue. The long thin tongue moved inside the tapestry of pubic hair, thin silky strands catching as he wagged the organ over the clit. The backs of her hands pressed his cheeks. He felt her push him lower, to the hole itself. "Inside," she moaned, and her upper body twisted on her waist.

The tongue slid across the terrain of hair until the spread lips of-'her twat presented the tunnel. He pressed his lips upon the fleshy gates, and the edges of his upper front teeth hesitated above the abyss. The tongue shot forth and sought out one and then the other wall.

The thud of her crotch as she thrust it deep into his face shocked him. After a moment's hesitation he pushed the. tongue forward inside the cleft, in time to receive another pelvic message. The new mattress creaked below as she quickly established a rhythm that began with the feeling in her hole, and spread with each new coupling of tongue and cunt up and down her body: Now her legs tensed with the energy withheld for the final release of orgasm.

"Oh, put it in, stick it in." Her fingernails drilled patterns on the skin of his forearms, which lay unmoving at the sides of her hips. Excited, Bud's hands reached to her breasts, which swayed under the pressure of his eager' kneading. The tissue changed shape as a kaleidoscope changes dolor. The areolas re-erected into ruby-red baubles.

Jones rose on his knees and kneeled between her sprawled limbs. His cock stretched out before him. Its new size and stiffness amazed him. It seemed thicker and longer than he remembered it. He put his palms on the bed and -hunched his body forward. Her hands reached for the member, but only the right hand wrapped its fingers around the pole. She held it just above the sac. Inside the scrotum his testes bobbed. Her other hand sifted the tissue of the bag, and the almonds moved like pinball's…

She bent the rod toward her stomach and shifted her weight on the bedding. "Yes," she smiled. "Yes! yes! yes!" And her eyelids clamped together over blue irises.

Jones, too, closed his eyes as shoved the plank against the labial skin, waiting for it to be enveloped by the interior of the slot.

Suddenly he felt wet heat. The cunt-tissue seemed to push in on the tender glans. The friction made him ache, and a quiver of pain passed and made him inhale deeply. He plunged in deep again, and now he was rocking with the tide of the hot, thick fluid that raced up the spine of his instrument.

He twisted the end of the penis so that she smashed into both walls in alternate strokes, separating the fleshy folds that puckered outside the aperture. Terri jammed her thumbs into his armpits and smoothed the sweat against his long, thin hairs. Four fingers pushed down on the rounded surface of the phallus as he partially withdrew from her, while her thumb struck the flattened underside.

Then the prick was buried again. She wrestled under him, and she scratched at his shoulders as she twisted her body, moved her stomach forward faster that he could slip the hard stick inside her warm bath, and he struggled to keep up with her. Each breath rasped through her throat like a gust of wind in a sandstorm.

He was contained in an endless cylinder of blackness as he felt the cock ready to explode. He turned his head to her left breast, now suddenly inflated and huge to his orgasmic, distorted sense of space. He bit in hard on the flesh around the tit. Tongues of flame coursed through the length of the erect genital toward the tiny gash. Powerfully he brought his body down on her in thrust after thrust, wave after wave. She let her cunt dilate to receive the thick malt of his emission. She writhed torturously beneath him, and he knew, with satisfaction, that her plea for orgasm was being answered simultaneously. She grunted animal sounds for each of the final, slowing strokes, until at last he was drained. His body grew smaller and heavier over her thin form, and his spear deflated to a blunt pocketknife inside her.

She let him rest for what seemed a few minutes. "Yes, that was wonderful," she sighed complacently, opening her palms and rubbing them over the sides of his hips. A shiver ended in the small of her back. Semen leaked from the hole, which clung loose around his thawed prick. A strand of the goo dripped to the inner rims of her hind-cheeks.

"Maybe, if you want to, we can… you know " She giggled and let the sentence end. She turned and half ran, into the small adjoining bathroom without waiting for an answer. Over the sound of the tap water he heard her voice. "After all we have till eleven."

His pleasure faded when he thought of Judy, his wife, somewhere in the same building, with her own surrogate sex-partner.

"What's that?" Dr. Wit Chiver turned his eyes from the closed-circuit television and looked at Libby Talma, his colleague, an attractive sociologist nearing middle-age.