Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Susie scratched Sandy's stomach raw. She wanted to tease the girl until she'd spread her legs apart, hoist her pud and beg for Susie to go down on her-beg Susie to stick anything up her wet and empty snatch. Sandy rolled her body under the clawing fingernails, but her thighs slammed together and covered her opening. Susie pushed down and jammed the side of her hands up against the cleft, teasing the button while Sandy groaned and licked her lips.

Susie couldn't believe how hot she was getting. She brushed several fingertips over her slash and was surprised at the clammy wetness. She opened her palms and made circles over the sharp-titled breasts, while she bent down and took love-bites out of Sandy's belly. She could smell the girl's vagina below. The odor, a deep fragrant musk, seemed to come from far inside. Her own breasts moved into the curly bush hair, and her own tit passed through the slickened labia.

Her fingers moved to the sides of Sandy's breasts, and she touched the armpits. They were clean of hair, but were sweating profusely. She scratched them and the perspiration seeped under the finger-nails; it felt like being caught in a summer rain. Sandy shifted her body from side to side, turning on her rump, urging Susie to bring her mouth lower. Her own hands were rubbing the sheets as though the rules of the game were that she not touch her partner.

Susie instinctively decided to deny her for yet a moment more. Her tongue grazed the indentation between thigh and pelvis, salty but smooth. The touch of her tongue was so light that she was surprised that Sandy felt it. That the girl did was made clear when she grunted in pain and lifted her ass up off the bed as though she were being levitated. She was a puppet on the single string of Susie's thin tongue.

Where the tongue had gone, now the edges of the therapist's lower teeth passed, and a cry that was almost a whistle pierced the older woman's ears. Mouth innocently closed, her lips passed over the belly between the navel and the vagina.

She held Sandy's legs locked in an embrace. She tickled the undersides of the girl's knees with her fingertips, and then she pressed and scratched at the backs of the calves while Sandy pressed her soles into the bed-and her ass again rose. She made an invisible circle with her tongue on the inside of Sandy's thigh. Sandy giggled, and Susie repeated the circle in the hollow of the opposite thigh. A thin stream of urine passed from the tiny slit, and Sandy jumped up to see what she herself had done; it was a curiosity of her own body.

Susie was not to be distracted. She ran the back of her hand over the pubic area, smoothing the dampness out. Easily satisfied, she put her mouth to the quim and pushed her tongue between the walls. "Oooh… I Oh… I" The grunted exclamations became shorter. The single syllables seemed to curve at their conclusions-gaining in this way a curiously foreign sound as they came, guttural, from Sandy's dry throat.

The flats of her forefingers moved up and down the labia while her tongue wiggled just inside the cavity. Her nose wrinkled with the combinations of the deep hormonal smell of the pussy and the ammonia-odor of the spent pee. She drew her lips over her teeth and sucked in on the clitoris; an ecstatic moan, like delicate music, was Sandy's response-but Susie noticed that the girl's whole body had jolted almost a foot up the bed.

Now her hands tried to control the St. Vitus' dance of the body. She grasped Sandy's buttocks and wrinkled them with her long fingernails. She pulled the cheeks apart until the girl groaned with the tearing at the base of her spine. She lowered her tongue between the legs and moved the tip over the asshole. The lower body swiveled, almost snapping, and Sandy moved further up the bed.

When Susie had begun to slow down, wanting to draw the cunnilingus out, she realized that the knocking sound she heard was the brush of Sandy's skull against the wall. She tried to ignore it, and she ran the tips of her fingers into the hollows of the deep-pink thighs. Sandy's legs strained further apart as if in a balletic split. Susie moved her mouth up and down between rectum and cunt, the way a child licks an all-day lollipop.

Susie was stiff, and her own perspiration was making her hot. She stretched her body and lay at Sandy's side. The girl was almost oblivious to the change in position. Susie kept her finger drilled to the clitoris and Sandy pushed up against it, moving her legs up and down, apart and together, around the therapist's hand. Susie punctured the hole with a single finger-the index-and the walls parted as she pushed it in to the base. The third finger rubbed uselessly against the curve of the girl's buttocks, and so Susie decided to shove it inside the ging.

She was leaning on her elbow and if, in her own state of excitement, she could have formulated a wish, it would have been that Sandy help her by holding one cheek to the side so she could shove the digit deep within the posterior hole. The girl, however, was helpless, so she rolled her fingertip over the asshole as she might move a thumbtack into plaster. She rested for a moment when she had both fingers in their separate cavities; her whole hand ached, and the fingers especially. But Sandy's body urged her on: she wasn't milking the girl with her fingers, the girl was milking her fingers with the inside of her body…

The steady sound of tapping on the wall-plaster had become a rhythmic, dull thud. Sandy's face showed signs of spiritual transformation; all reason, all sense of time and place, had been pushed out by the convulsions the twin fingering had caused. Her skull rolled on her neck, and the top of her head slammed the wall. She seemed, with her mouth half open, unaware of the pain, but Susie couldn't help but wince. Her make-up had begun to smear, particularly the mascara, with the sweat that was diluting it. Her body rose up to Susie's fingers, pushing inside the holes at the same moment with the same movement. Sandy inhaled them. Her body relaxed on the counterstroke, pretending to give them up, but in the next second it had sucked them in again. The anal cavity seemed to Susie to be growing bigger, looser, easier to finger-fuck, while the pussy was tighter and harder to separate. The lines of washed-out make-up reminded Susie of a modern Magdalene-of Irish parentage.

Susie was on her side, and for a moment she considered rolling to the other side of Sandy's body, because her hand felt like it would fall off. Still, the satisfaction of watching the girl in paroxysms of sexual heat made her go on-to see how turned on she could be before she would climax. She was already in a trance.

Susie raised her leg over Sandy's thigh. She tried to bring her cunt in against the leg, but she gave up; there wasn't enough pressure, and the girl couldn't give her any help. She pressed her cunt against Sandy's shoulder, then tried kissing her.

It was like kissing a corpse. Her tongue slid past the lips, and she was amazed at the feel. She moved her own lips back and forth to spread the moisture, but the inside of her own mouth was just as dry as Sandy's. She was a little repulsed and drew back, not without a tingle of fear at the intensity of Sandy's passion-the passion she had caused with the two fingers moving, steadily and without special imagination, up the vagina and asshole in the same stroke, stroke after stroke.

She touched her ear with her tongue, and Sandy moved to face her. But her green eyes were glazed, and it was like visiting a friend still in a coma. Excited by her own power, she dug her fingers even deeper inside the quim and the anus. Sandy squirmed and groaned as if she were being beaten instead of finger-fucked.

At last, when she made her backward movements, Sandy's body simply refused to give her up. Both holes slipped right down the bones like the snapping mouths of deep-throated reptiles. She shoved herself on them as though they were her possessions, which they now seemed to be-even to Susie. She felt her hand owned by the girl's pumping body.