Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

She didn't know whether to be relieved or even more frightened when he pulled back and stuck the pecker between the two cheeks. She had a foreboding that he was too big, much too big. Surely he must know that, she told herself. But he continued to batter her with the penis and the feel of it next to her skin, near her anus, was exciting her. She would be hard-put to resist if he actually did try to stick it inside her. Her rectum tightened. He massaged her backbone gently, with his fingertips.

Donna was groaning, Susie wondered if she had imagined the change in the clitoris' color. It seemed now more purple than pink, and the size of the bud made her wonder at her own talent for cunnilingus. She smashed her lower lip down on it, the full force of her teeth below. Her first two fingers shot up the pussy, and Donna's walls closed in fiercely, hugging the bones.

Donna leaned back and planted her palms on the mattress. She looked, with her legs stretched far apart, as though she were posing for a beaver-shot in a pornographic magazine. Her whole body was taut with excitement, and Susie whipped her with her tongue, though she couldn't tell how near to coming the blonde was. Donna seemed to be drawing out the pleasure, not letting herself go. Susie expected that if she did not try to hold back the tide of orgasm, Donna would at this moment be slamming her whole stomach wildly against her mouth. Instead, her response grew slower; she was rolling her pud up and down, side to side.

Bruce was pulling so hard on her buttocks that she felt as though she were ripping apart. The cock burrowed between the warm cakes of unmuscled flesh until the head felt the heat of her anus. He pushed further and tested the resilience of the cavity while he fastened Susie down with his palms, flat on either side of her spine.

She brought her buns tight together and held him while he rubbed, moving the prick up and down the canal. The friction made her want him more with each stroke, but she was terrified that he would break her open and make her bleed when he inserted the huge member.

A little dab of the goo spread over her coil of muscle tissue, and when he finally pressed it to her, she relaxed and let him charge. "Oh!" she exclaimed, this first time, when he brought himself back. The shock of the next attack was too great for her even to scream. In one miraculous thrust, he was inside.

Donna pushed herself close to Susie's mouth. Susie wrapped her hands around the woman's buttocks, and her teeth jammed against the cartilage below the skin and hair. Donna was coming, grinding her stomach into Susie's anxious mouth. The noises the therapist made as she sucked in the orgasm were grotesquely loud, but they were absorbed in the catlike whimpers of Bruce's wife, who was smashing her lips against her heels as she pumped with the undulations that were opening the muscles of her cunt, inviting Susie to stick her fingers up to the end of the snatch. The dilations, were interrupted by snapping muscular contractions and Susie held on to Donna, afraid the demon in her body would make her move too fast and out of oral range.

Donna's fingers streaked through Susie's hair as if in slow motion, once the demon had been exorcised. Susie's head dropped to the bed, and she rolled her mouth against the sheet below. Bruce had her pinned down, and each new stroke tore more skin as it pushed past the rectum and into the small hole.

He had pushed her legs back, and his hands moved under her thighs. With the fingers of both hands he was playing with her labia, making her squirm with the pressure he exerted on her clitoris. The air was knocked out of her with each forward stroke. She was exhausted, and though she had first strained for air, now she was just an animal. She let her body do the work; she was on "automatic pilot"-merely a collection of responses to stimuli. As such, her body relaxed and let Bruce do with it as he would.

What he wished, in this case, was to drive his phallus further up her than she had ever been penetrated before. Bruce thought to himself that it was like fucking a particularly tight virgin. Susie's body was limp, as limp as her ging was tight.

Even the vagina did not respond when he manipulated it. He wondered for a moment if she was conscious. He pulled out and leaned over to look at her face. Her head was turned to one side, and she was looking out under heavy lids.

Satisfied that she was awake, he moved down the bed until his mouth touched her pussy from behind. He was surprised at the pungency of the odor from her asshole. He licked the external genitalia with his tongue, softly, as though it were the organ that hurt. Then he sat up and dabbed his fingertips into the sweaty slime. Holding one cheek aside, he ran his fingertips up and down the bruised rectum; Susie sighed with the relief of the moisture.

Next he dipped his fingers inside her box, and then pushed the index into the anus. There was no difficulty in pushing it deep; the cock had prepared her for this narrow joint.. The walls of the cavity seemed to suck in the moisture, and he repeated the transfer of lubrication several times, while his wife looked on.

He was greasing Susie for the next penetration, but now Donna leaned across her back and kissed him. His open palm rested on the curve of Susie's rump, while he let his wife lead-once the two mouths joined. He took her breast in his free hand and pushed his cock against Susie's upper leg, which shimmered at the pressure. He was excited by the idea of having his wife's jug in one hand and a strange woman's butt in his other. A drop of creamy fluid pushed out through the slit in his penis, and his arousal made him turn in greater earnest to shoving himself up Susie's ass.

Susie found that her ass ached now even though he had removed his phallus. She even missed the bulk of it, and a ticklish feeling surged through the knot of muscle that guarded the bung's interior. When he pushed between the cheeks, she half welcomed the sodomy she knew would follow. She dug her fingernails into the sheet and waited for the cock to pass through her. A sharp pain in the center of her stomach told her it had.

She watched, as if in a dream, the way Donna stretched out on the bed and spread her legs. The purplish ridges of labia hung loose around the cunt; her blond-brown hair in that region was darker than before, from the moisture of sweat. One of Donna's arms was drawn across her breasts, and the tits were covered by the straight line of her forearm.

The other hand slipped almost hesitatingly down her diaphragm and across her belly. It stopped just at the overturned base of the pubic triangle. The woman's legs joined together and barely obscured the surface of the pussy. The fingers joined tight together and crept inside the locked thighs. At the moment she pushed the tips up against the snatch, the legs parted and her tongue pushed out over her lower lip. The tongue moved back inside, but in a second Donna's upper front teeth bit down on the moistened bottom lip-in satisfaction at the way the two fingers had jammed all the way to the bases.

The sharp pain of the earlier strokes had been replaced with a dull ache that spread from her anus to the whole of Susie's fatigued body. Her rectal cavity was snug around the stiff muscle, and she was pressing her clit up against the bed. She wanted him to shoot the cream; she knew his ejaculation would be enough to give her an orgasm, to build the pleasure inside her clit into a climax that would break through her body like a gunshot.

Donna was throwing her body forward as though she were performing a ritual dance, some sacrifice to a tribal god. Her hand was open now, and it was the palm that was massaging the clitoris and the twat-lips. Her other arm seemed to be flailing at the erect tits, and her breathing was loud and erotic. For the first time, she had turned her attention to her husband's activities with Susie. She looked at Bruce's face, contorted with the difficulty of penetrating four inches up the slot. "Cornhole her, Bruce," she said softly, in her most seductive voice-at once coarse and demure-as though the performance were neither for Bruce or Susie, but for her own pleasure.