Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Susie felt another set of fingers on her leg, this time under the negligee. These were softer and the nails were longer. Those nails scraped the skin gently as they moved up her thigh. The three of them were curled into a knot of flesh, and in the next moment Susie's vaginal muscles dilated at the feel of a single long finger invading the cunt-while above the skin of fabric, Bruce's fingertips bore down rhythmically on her button.

Donna's finger moved in a circle, stretching the walls of her cooze. The fluid from Susie's vagina was thick and warm on the woman's finger, and she felt the juice move under her nail. Donna brought her head up off her husband's short, thick stump and bent the cock to the side. It bent, but did not lose its incredible stiffness.

Susie saw almost immediately what Donna was trying to accomplish with her husband's willing approval. Donna had slid the garment up Susie's legs, and had turned her husband on his side. She was aiming the cock at the therapist's slickened pussy.

Bruce's hips were moving quickly and anxiously; he was not touching her now, but he was trying to place the cock in the slot. Susie waited, then took the phallus in her hand and, holding onto it, moved closer to him. She bent her back and stuck her stomach out a little; the dork made it inside those hot walls.

He was straining her with the thickness of the penis. She waited to see what Donna would do. The blonde got up off the bed and, thrusting her breasts forward, reached under the top to unsnap her bra. She sighed audibly when the click registered, and in a second Susie could see, from the comer of her eye, those two big breasts underneath the fabric, hanging without support. The tits were large and ripely erect. Donna was intent on the sight of her husband penetrating the therapist's raw twat, and she was lifting her hidden jugs, starting to masturbate her nipples while she stood watching.

"This isn't really comfortable," Susie said aloud, and with that she pressed her fingers deep into the small of Bruce's back, signaling him to mount her properly. In the traditional position he drove the dick all the way inside, rubbing his hairy crotch-skin next to hers.

Donna had pulled the top past her brown nipples, and she had her index fingers moving across both tits, while her thumbs poked at the sides. She pushed them closer together and spread her legs further apart, almost losing her balance. Then, quickly, she finished undressing. Glancing down at her large but feminine body, she went toward the bed and aimed her head between the four-legged sex machine oiled by sweat and internal lubrications.

She pulled on Bruce's scrotum with her forefinger and her thumb. She licked at the balls beneath the heavy skin, and in response he plunged down Susie's quim in a violent thrust. Her twat muscles answered by tightening around the prick. She had him locked so tight inside her that he had to wrench the cock out from her so that he could continue the rhythm. He was milking her so rapidly with the dong that she was not surprised when the next moment he yanked all the way out. Donna's mouth slid onto Susie's beaver and she whipped the labia and the clit with the edge of her tongue while Bruce got off Susie and pulled himself level with her face. He pushed his cock down from its upright angle and hunched forward, offering it to her for sucking.

She opened her mouth so wide that she heard her Jaw muscles pop. She was amazed by the size of the machine, its thickness. She grasped it midway down the stem and squeezed; the pressure made him shoot it down her mouth, almost gagging her. Her tongue flicked wildly at its underside in an effort to keep up. She stuck her finger in her mouth and pushed it to the glans. She turned her wrist and rolled the finger over the purplish ridge. Bruce groaned. Now, as her husband was fucking Susie in the mouth, his wife was exploring her cunt with tongue and firm, full lips.

She accompanied the cunnilingus with a digital massage that had Susie squirming to push her groin even closer. Donna's thumbs rolled over the labia while her tongue rinsed the clitoris in saliva. Then she began to pull in, sucking, at the pimple itself, releasing it against the crotch skin where she bathed it again with her tongue tip.

Finally Donna turned her hand and pushed four fingers inside Susie, stretching the walls about as much as her husband's cock had only moments before. She pumped the sore hole, soaking the bones in profuse vaginal moisture, while rubbing her chin and lips over the surging clitoris.

Donna raised her sights and her arms to her husband's bum. She spread her fingers out on his cheeks and then pulled the buttocks part to make the crack bigger. Then she went inside it with wet fingers and stroked the ging lightly and teasingly until Bruce began to gallop inside Susie's mouth, shooting come down her throat, charging past her teeth as they tried to close down and contain his thick trunk.

She let herself go, let herself twist and thrust her pud into Donna's mouth. Donna scratched the surface of Bruce's anus with her fingernails, and he groaned with pain as the last few clumps of sperm came out of his mouth. Susie was still lapping them up as Donna sucked in on her button, pressing her chin to her damp beaver-flaps. When she began to come down from the peak, her movements slowing, Donna knew one more trick to draw out the orgasm: she doubled her right hand in a fist and jammed the knuckles over the clit until Susie's body was racked by the convulsions of a second orgasm. Bruce pulled his cock out of her mouth, and the limp hose lay against her neck as he watched her face transmit the jolts of pleasure that were filling her cunt and pelvis. He waited until it was over and she exhausted, her skin coated with perspiration-to get off her and lie down on his back. He extended his hand down the bed to his wife, who took it with her own and squeezed it affectionately.

"You guys really go to town, don't you?" She could think of nothing that would tell them just how good her climax had been.

"Well, you might say we like it raw," said Donna.

"Nice and dirty, if you know what I mean," Bruce said with a smirk.

"How are you doing honey?" Donna asked her husband.

"I'll be ready in a second," Bruce replied, disclosing with his answer the real content of her question. He looked down at his prick at the same moment Susie gave it her appreciative glance. It was already starting to grow in heft.

"Now let's make love to Bruce, okay?" Donna asked Susie, and Susie nodded. Both women rose up off the bed and left Bruce spread-eagled in the center of the mattress. He looked at both women, especially at Susie as she lifted her arms and brought the negligee off her shoulders, disclosing her perfect nudity. His attention centered on the pink-and-black tangle of her crotch, and he smiled at a strand of white come at the corner of her mouth which stretched and popped as she started to yawn. Instinctively her tongue pushed out and cleaned the lip.

Susie straddled him first, settling her naked rump at the center of his chest. She leaned forward and brushed her jugs against his neck while she gathered his skull in her hands and tongued his lips excitedly. He stroked the back of her ear and pushed forward inside her mouth with his tongue. He moved his legs up the bed when his wife came between them to fellate him. She started by testing the erection with a hand-job, rushing the skin up and down over the glans and digging her thumb into the flatter side of the shaft while her pinky scratched the skin on the scrotum. The thumb stroked lower, and she forced it hard against the shaft covered by the bag. With her thumb still drilled to the base, Donna brought her soft mouth over the top of the cock and began.

She moved her upper lip against the slit, already coated with semen. She brought her tongue out of her mouth and tasted the dog-water. She pretended to bite into the cock below the glans, but her teeth didn't cut deeply, and while the pecker was still in her mouth she was pulling the skin up and down the shaft. She held the penis against her left inner cheek but Bruce, impatient, was already starting to move it in her mouth as though he were fucking.