Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Susie grazed his left tit with the edges of her lower teeth. She was pressing down at his belly, just below the navel, with her fingertips, as if to push the come down through his stalk. She shook her head and let her hair fall down on his neck and chest while she continued to slide her tongue sensuously and slowly over his.

Donna pushed two fingers up her husband's rear crack. He pressed the buns together and squeezed the fingers before they could penetrate the ging. She jammed the fingernail of her thumb into the base of the prick, and the shock of the pressure made him relax his buttocks. In a second she had penetrated the rectum with her index finger, and she was turning the bone around, stretching the sphincter and exciting him. He grabbed her head with his hands and tried to smash her lips to his drooling stick. She opened her teeth and let him pass over the tongue again.

Susie moved down the bed on her knees. She tongued the skin that covered his jagged hipbone, licked the indentation that led to' the pelvis, and massaged the skin around the base of the penis, pulling on the balls inside their sac. Donna was moving her head up and down one side of Bruce's prick, and Susie took the other side. When she came to the glans, she hesitated and flagged the tip from side to side. She slid down the wrinkled skin again and, with Donna, she covered the surface of the scrotum with spit, while Bruce ached at the way they were bumping his testicles against each other.

Donna smiled at the earnest attention Susie displayed. She was so distracted that she stopped her own cock-kissing and brought her lips to Susie's cheek while the latter pressed her lips to the side of Bruce's prick. Easily diverted, Susie's tongue fell into Donna's mouth, and the blond woman sucked in on it like a hungry animal. Susie felt that she was being drowned. Donna was playing with one jug, forcing the mound of tissue hard against the bones of her chest.

Tentatively, Susie reached out to the cleft between Donna's legs. The pussy was hot, and the lips were distended around the hole. She poked at the clitoris-which seemed much bigger than her own. She followed a trail of lubrication into the cunt itself. Her finger moved up and down the narrow quim, and then she flicked the clit outside with the wet finger. Donna returned the attention by bowing her head and starting to perform cunnilingus on her.

Susie's hand reached out for Bruce's prick, and the hand-job she gave him was a subtle massage. She touched every pinpoint of skin on the cock with the inside of her fist. She was slow with one stroke, fast with the next. She applied a fingertip's pressure at the root, and Bruce's ass forced the cock deeper in her hand; she closed her fingers tight around it and continued pumping.

Donna's mouth obscured the hairy base of her own lap. The blonde was like a cat licking cream, and the action of her skillful tongue provided splinters of sensation that penetrated deep inside the hole. With her own free hand she reached up to her breast crossing her heart with her forearms and pressed at her nipple. The tit swelled, and she poked at it even more firmly. The juice was coming out of her vagina walls, and Donna's mouth was filled with the salt-sour liquid.

Donna's blond hair covered Susie's own pussy wool. She closed her eyes, imagining the way the woman's tongue would come down and over her glistening labia and, at the same moment, she felt the strengthening of Bruce's erection. She yanked the skin down hard, and he thrust his stomach up. She pulled again, and then the orgasm started, the warm, wet-sticky proof of it covering the back of her hand, a new wad with each stroke. Some of the come moved inside her fist and greased the way for the last few tugs.

She was so excited that she pulled the skin automatic, several strokes after he had been drained completely. He had to push her hand away with his own before lying back, relaxed and satisfied.

Her hand covered with jism. Susie could think of nothing but the oral manipulation Donna was giving her. She wanted to return the attention, but she was sitting with her legs spread and Donna's mouth close against her twat, and she was already too excited to move, to manipulate herself into the sixty-nine position. Instead, her hands moved carelessly through the blond hair, smearing come on the golden flax.

She reached for Donna's big tits, rolling her palm over the dark circles until they were stiff and needle-sharp. Her fingers probed lower, toward the diaphragm, while her mouth played wet games on the woman's neck.

Her hands closed tight around the breasts and she squeezed them with all her strength each time the tongue rolled over her clit, making it ache with tension. Donna pursed her lips and blew at the tiny muscle, and a burning sensation traveled all the way up her steamy cunt. Donna's hands slid under her naked rump, and she breathed deeply as handfuls of her own ass-flesh were compacted rhythmically. The bedsprings groaned with the weight of all three, but especially with the jerking of the two female bodies.

Susie cupped Donna's face in her hands and looked her in the eyes. Then she awkwardly kicked her legs out and leaned forward on the bed. Only their lips touching, their bodies moving out in either direction, the two women kissed. Bruce's attention had been regained, and he watched as the two avidly traded tongues. Susie's fingertips pressed at the back of his wife's neck, but Donna's hands were stroking the therapist's upper arms, occasionally moving into the pit to smooth the almost hairless skin.

Bruce, legs folded in front of him, suddenly pushed down on Susie's neck with his fingers. He drew the skin this way and that, and she felt the rush of new blood. She was surprised at the expertise he showed in massaging her; it was the technique of a professional masseur.

In time he bent forward so that he could take her ear in his mouth. He licked the lobe, then twisted inside the ear itself, still rubbing her neck skin with his hands. His grip, however, moved lower, and Susie cooperated by raising her breasts off the mattress. The hands then took the jugs and played with them as she relaxed, pressing herself again to the bed. The tits jutted out hard into his palms, and they were as warm as the sheets were cool against the back of his hands.

When Donna moved her mouth, Susie thought it was to breathe more deeply, but instead the woman rose up and came closer. She lowered her ass onto her heels, and her cunt was about an inch from Susie's mouth. The curls of pubic hair tickled her nose, Susie pressed forward and found the bead of flesh with her lips.

She pulled in on it, tasting it and a tuft of hair at the same time. Meanwhile Bruce had brought his hands out from under her, and he was now "chopping" at her back with the sides of his hand. She felt a chill pass down her spine, and the massage made her feel more alert, more alive.

Her fingertips moved over Donna's belly. Her touch was light, but the softness only seemed to enrage Donna. The woman's hands slipped down to the sides of her slot, and she pulled the labia aside so that the hole fairly gaped open. Susie's tongue cut in, and Donna let go the flaps. The puffy ribbons of flesh moved against Susie's lips as she continued to kiss the pussy, smelly and sopping wet.

The pressure of Bruce's dick, erect and as thick as before, frightened her when she felt it on the small of her back. Her own cunt was sore now, and she didn't want to get herself all ripped apart; that would postpone the conclusion of her research. But she was so involved in sucking Donna off that she didn't bother to stop him as he rubbed the base of her spine with the underside of his cock.

At the same time his thumbs were digging into the plumpish buttocks, jamming the loose muscle against her tailbone. His other fingers tickled her just under the rims of the globes, and one finger even moved between her legs.