Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

He was all the way inside of Susie when the first wave came. The penis moved in a single spasm, and the lava flew off up into her bowels. Susie's eyes widened; she could hardly believe the intensity of the sensation, in which pleasure was mingled so closely with pain. She saw in a brilliant image the excited look on Donna's face as she watched her husband attains satisfaction "Uh… ere…!" Susie groaned. He didn't move the stick back at all, but only deeper and deeper with each new emission of foam.

At last he was through, and his whole body collapsed upon her, just when she felt weakest. Donna was no help, because she had fingered herself into an orgasm that was making the whole bed move. The vibration seemed to push Bruce's spent cock even further up Susie. Donna's mouth was half open, but her tongue was curled behind her teeth. Her eyes were shut, but the position of her eyebrows indicated ecstasy.

She had met Vaughn Simpson only once but she looked forward to working with him, as Libby Talma so charmingly put it. Mrs. Talma had taken to calling her into her office almost every day for discussions on patients. Almost every time she would present the files of future patients for study before the interviews. Rather like Mission: Impossible, thought Susie, but without the tape recorder. She wondered about Libby; the co-director of the Clinic repeatedly urged her to call her by her first name. Was her interest in Susie more than professional? Susie suspected her of having an affair with Chiver-she doubted whether any man not in love could be so under a female colleague's thumb. And yet Libby's eyes seemed entranced by Susie's body. Her stare dwelled on her legs or on the curve of a hipbone. Susie found herself being constantly complimented on her shade of lipstick, brand of perfume, style of clothing.

The story was due at the magazine in less than two weeks. Of course, she could never use any vaguely libelous material about Chiver and Talma, but she might gain insight into their ideas-insight that would find its way into the piece-if she let herself be seduced by one or the other… or both!

The day before, she had lunched with Vaughn in a diner down the road. His manner was so diffident and unassertive that she had wondered about his much-vaunted skill as a professional lover-a skill that was legendary in the corridors of the Clinic. His "cute rate" was extraordinary, better than fifty percent over-all. She wondered what her own would be; of course, she'd never know because she would be quitting her job before any conclusions could be drawn about her efficiency.

The patient with whom they were to work was a twenty-year-old college dropout named Sandy, whose sexual history, after an aborted pregnancy in her seventeenth year, had been exclusively homosexual. She had been in psychiatric therapy for over a year, and she had volunteered to participate in this test of her progress: a bisexual troilistic encounter. Susie was to spend an hour alone with the girl, whereupon they would be interrupted by Vaughn. Vaughn had been chosen for the assignment because of his success with difficult cases-and because his pale, thin body did not present him as too macho to most homosexual women.

Susie waited in her "apartment," dressed in the short linen nightie. The room was warm, and the heater still throbbed. In a fit of bureaucratic extravagance, a small stereo had been added to the room's appointments, and Susie had her own albums to play during lovemaking. Waiting, she put a stack of LP's on the turntable, the first of which was a Carole King record. The last two albums were Rolling Stones-"good fucking music" an old boyfriend had once described it.

She rose immediately at the timid knock on the door.

Sandy's hair was a bright orange-red; she would have assumed it dyed except for the girl's over-all peach complexion. There would, she realized, be a sure way of finding out…

The girl's breasts seemed rounded under her busy-print dress, but they were definitely enclosed in a brassiere. The dress was short, and Susie glanced at the way the stick-thin calves moved up to slightly chubbier thighs. The girl's green eyes sparkled, but the way she carried her body as she walked to the sofa seemed stiff.

Susie introduced herself, and the girl smiled.

"Are you nervous?" she asked Sandy, but the redhead said she wasn't.

She followed the denial with a question of her own, which seemed intended to put the lie once and for all to the first question. "Do you want to get started?"

Susie, taken aback, nodded and rose from the couch. She moved slowly toward the bed and watched Sandy kick off her shoes.

The girl raised her leg, resting the naked sole on the edge of the coffee table. She rolled a garter down her leg, and with it a tan skin of nylon stockings. She cast these onto the floor, then repeated the maneuver with her other leg.

She pulled her dress up almost to her waist. Through white cotton panties Susie could see the patch of bright red pubic hair at her vortex. The girl's thumbs hooked under the elastic waistband and pulled the garment down over then past her snatch-curls. The undies fell down her thighs, and she stepped out of them, letting the dress fall back into place, slightly creased.

She walked toward the bed and sighed; the breasts rustled under the dress fabric. Susie felt a rush of desire; had she not been lying down in bed, the intensity of the sensation would have made her feel dizzy and lose her balance. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Sandy; her fingers dug into Sandy's back, and she was holding her as tightly as she could.

The girl, standing over her, raised on knee to the bed and then pressed her lips wetly against Susie's mouth. The therapist thought the girl's lipstick tasted like candy. She ground her lower teeth against Sandy's lower lip, and Susie thought she could hear a low whimper deep ill the redhead's throat.

The zipper went down its track easily. Susie peeled the dress over Sandy's shoulders. She kept her eyes open; she liked watching the way the young girl closed her own lids, the way her facial muscles relaxed-as though she were dreaming. Susie loosened the hooks of the bra. Relieved, Sandy let herself down against Susie's chest, wiggling the loosened jugs between layers of bra, dress, and Susie's linen gown.

The therapist ran her fingers over the girl's naked back. They seemed to melt into Sandy's perfect flesh; the twenty-year-old bit into her lower lip when Susie's fingertips pushed in at the small of her back. She shifted her stomach and seemed to drive her body closer to her partner. Susie for a moment, imagined Sandy as a child frightened by the dark, clinging to her mother for protection.

Sandy kissed awkwardly; her tonguing was sloppy, her lips pressed over Susie's without moving. She seemed, also, to salivate heavily. She was passive: Susie had to move her arms out of the dress as though she were undressing a five-year-old.

The reward was worth the trouble. Sandy had rounded melon tits with nipples the size of half-dollars. Not the central point, but the areola all around it, was erected, and Susie had only to pass the flat of her index finger over each to make them awake. It was as though she were testing them; and they passed the test. The low moan coming from Sandy's throat had changed into a lambish bleat, as if Susie's fingers, touching her stiffening tits, were causing her the most extreme pain. But when the therapist's hand passed lower, under the jugs, to knead the flesh of her diaphragm, she grabbed hold of Susie's wrist and made her go higher, made her rub the tits faster and harder. They seemed to swell with the touch and grow warm with blood.

Susie found herself becoming more sexually aggressive than she had even been before-with men or women. Sandy was like pulp in her hands as she pushed the young girl to the bed and continued to play with the rounded boobs. With her left hand on the right jug, she put her mouth to the other tit. The sounds were wet as she pulled in and suckled the teat. Sandy stretched her arms and threw them back, enjoying the feel of Susie's warm mouth as it bathed the nipple.