Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Sandy slammed her head against the wall. Susie's whole body was tense lest she crack the skull open, but for a moment she was oblivious even to the harm she could cause herself; her body had become a machine and there were no categories for pleasure or pain. Susie pushed the fingers back inside the warm coves with such force that she realized the penetration was more and more like rape with each stroke. When they were inside, they could almost-it seemed-touch.

She inhaled Sandy's right tit into her mouth and rubbed the nipple against the roof, grinding her teeth over the cream-pink breast. As her fingers had hypnotized the girl, Sandy's two holes had hypnotized her. Only when she touched the breast with her mouth was the trance broken. The only way she could drive Sandy from the precipice into the orgasm itself was to move faster. That was hard; her arm was so tired that just the thought of pushing faster made the blood rush to her heart with force. But she took a strange kind of pity on the girl whose body seemed destined to lie there forever, bobbing up to consume again and again her pumping fingers. It was the myth of Tantalus come true: her orgasm would forever be out of reach if Susie did not satisfy her, did not deliver her. She could not deliver herself.

Blood raced through Susie's arm as if it had been freed from arteries and veins, as though just flowing inside the tensed muscle. She pushed both fingers inside, and she was "hitting" Sandy, attacking her. A yelp announced the start of orgasm: the pelvis undulated and the rump smashed the mattress into a symphony of weird and ugly wheezes, while her throat rasped out cries of orgasm. Susie's fingers were wet from the inside of her; even the ass had become a slippery funnel, juiced and limitless, a pit with the other side of the sky as its bottom.

When it was over, when Sandy's body rose and fell only with her breathing, which, after a minute or so, became softer and more even, still Susie could not pull the two digits from their tunnels. They were numb with the sweat and the lubrication; each inch had memorized the texture of the hole it had plowed. Finally Sandy pushed her body up, holding her own breasts down with her palms so that they didn't bounce, and in this way she expelled Susie from her. The air hit her fingertips like a sting.

She looked into Sandy's face. She wouldn't have admitted it to herself, but what she had expected to see was gratitude. Instead she saw dull and complacent eyes staring at the ceiling. The mouth was curved into the start of a grin, but the smile could only have been described as self-satisfied. A wave of disgust passed through Susie, but she rejected it because she realized she would need Sandy to get herself off. And right now, in envy of the pleasure Sandy had received, she wanted the girl to help her come.

She waited another minute or so, hoping the girl would return the affection she had taken. She did not. She seemed to Susie to be waiting for a prop, perhaps the traditional post-coital cigarette. Her breathing was normal now, and so the older woman decided to give the younger a more obvious clue or, perhaps, an incentive.

She got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. When she returned a moment later, she was carrying in her hand a six-inch plastic dildo, entrapped in an elastic waistband. She stood at the foot of the bed while Sandy eyed it. But the girl was surprised when Susie, separating her legs for her, started to push the garment and its attachment up her long legs.

The instrument stood out at erect attention from the copper-colored pubic hairs, almost covering the glistening twat. The labia still bordered it at points-distractingly, Susie thought. Sandy looked perfectly ridiculous-with the accent on perfectly. She was a huge-pricked, big-boobed redhead with a beautiful face-green eyes, deep red-pink lips, and an aquiline nose.

Sandy raised her hips almost grudgingly when Susie's hands rolled the straps up her rounded, naked buttocks. She seemed detached as her therapist straddled her legs and wobbled toward the plastic stump, pulling it-toward her. Susie rubbed the bulb at the top of the shaft against her labia, and she brought her- clit down on the exact center of the dome. Breathing in deeply, she sat down on it. She smiled as though a hunger had been filled when five or so inches passed into her snatch, stretching the sides of the hole into a near-perfect circle.

The moist cunt-muscle hugged the dildo, and she ground her lower body around it, feeling the hunk touch all of the twat-tissue as it moved toward the womb.

Sandy did not move her hips, did not push up and try to drown the cock inside of Susie. She lay there as if daring her older partner to obtain a climax. For Susie it became like psychological warfare. The girl's lips were pursed together, and she did not smile. But when the therapist's fingers stroked teasingly at the outsides of the redhead's spreading hips, she could feel the response within her pussy. She was no longer just dipping her box down on the erection. It had a life of its own which she accentuated when she cupped her hands on Sandy's boobs. She squeezed them until the tits became sharp and tickled the insides of her palms.

Susie understood how little control Sandy had over her body- She moved it as though possessed. She made fun of the patient, indirectly and without Sandy's knowing it, when she herself began to wipe her tongue over her lips in imitation of violent, lewd passion.

One hand still on a ripe melon-breast, she used her other palm to massage her own belly as she slid up and down the dildo; her sexual lubrication oiled the way nicely. When she had come all the way down, she twisted on the rod and let her pubic hair tangle into Sandy's lighter weeds. As she pushed up, she reached below and tickled the girl's clit with her finger, rubbing the small fragment of flesh bark against the hair and skin. This drove the younger woman wild, and a half-dozen strokes later she was a whimpering, clawing mass of flesh. Now she reached up to Susie and grabbed the therapist's free-swinging breasts. Animal sounds struggled from her throat and seemed to hesitate on her lips.

Her excitement didn't, however, have anything to do with her skill, which was limited. Susie realized painfully that Sandy couldn't move her stomach and hips in a way that would satisfy either of them. It was all her work, but the dilations inside her cunt were already hinting at an orgasm and the gaping hole kept swallowing the prick each time it threatened to relinquish it. Her strokes became less elaborate-there were fewer twistings and turnings-and instead became more simple, even blunt At last, she was crudely bumping her pussy down on the slab of plastic, and the tingling in her stomach grew more intense each time it was buried. The sides of the hole wrapped themselves around it tighter than before, and she was moving so fast that Sandy saw her as a blur of large breasts and flat stomach.

Sandy had grabbed the shaft at the base and was pulling on the instrument, rubbing it over her clitoris while Susie tried to smash all the way down on it.

The therapist was so wet, in those final strokes, that she pushed up off the plastic head. She arched her spine and ran her pud on the underside of the tool before she caught her breath, grabbed it, and aimed it at the waiting lips. She was so well lubricated that the fake penis passed through the coot-flaps without any resistance. Susie sighed easily and moaned softly as she pressed her own walls together around the object.

She leaned forward, first supporting her weight on her palms, but she slid helplessly down on Sandy's prostrate body, pinning her beneath her breasts. The tits just missed each other as the dick, implanted to full penetration inside the therapist's hole, twitched again and again between the walls, making her come. The twitching was even more intense during the last waves, for it was caused by the movement of Sandy's hand as she manipulated her own soggy pleasure-button. While Susie's body was sputtering to a halt, the ripe girl beneath her was still squirming out the rhythm of her own climax-climax that seemed to last forever, Susie thought, hazily but enviously.