Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

She wanted nothing more than to raise up off the dildo as soon as he recovered her breath-and she did. The instrument gleamed with her fluids; it seemed strange, pointing stiff and upwards, undeflated, while the rest of Sandy's body was limp and tired.

The two women rested in silence until they heard a knock on the door. Susie started to get up off the bed and go to answer, but Vaughn walked in without waiting. He looked at both women, but most closely at Sandy, who was a stranger to him. He seemed to like what he saw.

He came to the bed and kneeled. He glanced at the girl as if he were a father fucking his daughter in for sleep. There was something-everything-timid about him. Sandy, Susie noted, was responding well; she rewarded him with a spontaneous smile-more than rare in the last hour-as he softly passed his open hand over her belly. The stomach was not flat, but rose in a small curve rather like a pout.

He lifted his hand and pressed only the fingertips down. Sandy giggled. He moved the fingers up and down, playing the piano on the flesh below her navel. She drew her legs up, bending them at the knees, and then spread her thighs wide. He made her wait only a moment before passing lower and rubbing the twat-lips with the flats of four fingers at once.

He was crouched on his toes, but he didn't seem to mind. He lowered his head to Sandy's belly, but there was little that was clearly erotic in the way he kissed her. His lips were pressed shut, and he seemed to be delighting in her smell. Appreciatively, Sandy ran her fingers through his hair. Delicately, he pushed his other hand up against her beasts' underside. The one jug, propped up, appeared bigger and wider than its companion. She looked down at it, pleased by the trick he had performed. A further reward was the way the nipple and areola hardened.

He rose to his full height gracefully. He had a certain dignity in the way he carried his body. Susie could feel the drama in the room; even the insolent twenty-year-old sensed his command, his aura of quiet authority. Susie herself surprised; at lunch, even in the first few moments, as he made subtle love to Sandy's stomach and breast, he had seemed meek. Suddenly she understood and grinned inwardly; he was sneaky-he surprised women with his strength after he had demonstrated his gentleness.

Both women watched as he undressed. He loosened his collar and accomplished the male equivalent of a striptease as he slowly and even suspensefully undid the row of simple buttons. He appeared to hesitate just before pulling the cotton away from the button, then grudgingly proceeded.

His cock was so big that its outline could be guessed at even under the loose-fitting, silk boxer shorts. Standing in his underwear without a T-shirt in bare feet, he looked like a bantam-weight fighter. Staring at the drapery, he casually stepped out of the trunks. His penis dangled six inches, thick and limp, from the bottom of his coarse-haired belly.

Susie leaned over and opened her mouth wide over Sandy's breasts. The girl stiffened, but then relaxed as Susie sucked the areola softly. The oral message was slow and soothing. A new tension filled her body though, when Vaughn stood before them both. Reminding Susie of a snake dancer, he stood smiling as his cock twitched itself to full erection.

When it was stiff, he turned his wrist and moved his cupped palm under it, stopping just before the hand could brush the glans. He pressed his forefinger to the covering skin just below the bulbous head, and the tissue moved a little on the long shaft. His thumb curled over the curved side of the phallus, and he bumped his knees into the bed.

"Touch me," he said, and Sandy raised her hand. She gripped the dong and squeezed out a single drop of thick sperm. "You too, Susie," he said admonishing his fellow therapist. The older of the two women then ran her fingers through the wrinkled skin of the scrotum. The balls bounced under the pressure of her touch, and she pushed the hard root of.the penis. Vaughn did not blink an eyelid, but waited there, knees drilled to the side of the mattress, until he was satisfied with the homage both girls paid to the cock.

He rolled his palms over Sandy's shoulder, and nearly pushed her down when he fell forward. His right leg moved automatically, stroking with its sole the outside of Susie's thigh. He was grabbing out at random with his right hand, and Susie liked the way his fingers bit down, firmly but not painfully, on her breast. She squeezed his wrist with her thumb and forefinger, and his fingertips danced over the brown areola.

Susie was growing hot, but she assumed most of Vaughn's attention would be centered on Sandy. She could not resist the impulse to wipe her sloppy cleft with the side of her hand, jamming a sharp knuckle down on the clitoris, which sprang up a tiny bit more with each rub, until her whole pelvis was swimming with blood.

Both her hands began to work the pud, drawing from the walls a thin film of lubrication. She dipped just inside the pussy and spread the juice over the outside folds. She oiled the whole terrain of curly beaver hair; as her hips pumped the bed, she brought her fingertips to her nose for one second and sniffed herself.

She had been wrong, though, about the way Vaughn would use them. She sensed movement toward her on the mattress and opened her eyes to see that Sandy had rolled over to face her. "Eat her, Sandy," Vaughn whispered, his throat raw and evil-sounding.

Sandy crawled down the bed and, with Susie's cooperation, spread Susie's thighs open on the wound. The moisture surprised her. Her tongue wagged over the clitoris with an enthusiasm that surprised Susie; she was certain the energy was the result of Vaughn's intervention. It was like a sharp nail being driven in her cunt to feel Sandy's soft tongue pass over that clitoris and then beat it back against the raw folds of flesh. "Stick your fingers up her snatch," the male therapist said; his legs were spread wide and he seemed to be "riding" her naked back, his stiff penis under him like a saddle. He whispered the words into the girl's ear, twisting his lips against her neck. He reached behind him-egging on his horse-and shot three fingers inside Sandy's crack.

This time it was not just the lips, nor the tongue, but the whole mouth that charged over the hole instead. The sides of the aperture changed shape with the assault, and the vagina sucked Sandy's mouth inside. The redhead's face was like a child's pressed against a bakery window.

Vaughn rose off the young girl's back and sidled down until his frame was even with her back. Susie looked down and saw him take both of Sandy's cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. He was bucking his hips as he tried to plant his cock between. He jolted forward, and a meek little groan from Sandy's mouth did not say whether the girl wanted him to fuck her an ally, or whether she wished him to stop. It was clear as she continued to perform cunnilingus on the therapist, that she would not object forcefully enough to dislodge him. One grunt was so eloquent that Susie knew it was the stroke that had penetrated her. When he had forced even more of the prick inside, in subsequent thrusts, Sandy's tone was almost birdlike, longing half-notes as the early dog-water smeared itself off on the interior of the bung-hole.

Sandy's entire face was working on Susie's sopping-wet beaver. The tongue circled the hole, flickering the clitoris, while the lips bore down hard and distended the opening. Her fingertips were combing the sweaty hair and occasionally they slid into the hole itself. Susie grabbed one hand and made her play with her breasts. The girl scratched the jug and pinched the areola, teasing it to a painful throbbing erection.

Vaughn was half inside Sandy when he pushed his fingers down inside her quim, testing the moisture. He twisted them inside the ring of flesh and pulled them out wet. He rubbed the moisture against the flattened side of his prick and pushed in deeper than before. He sighed as the dry flesh of the anal cavity pressed on the prick and made him feel the moisture he'd applied. He sucked in Sandy's ear, and her stomach pressed against the mattress. The ear was the crucial zone; when he tongued there, her whole body jumped. He stuck his index finger inside her cunt and probed her steadily. To Vaughn she had that peculiar smell of women when they are being stroked in the twin cavities. It was the scent of a woman's insides being turned out. At orgasm they would spring back within-sucking, drawing, eating his finger and his prick, reclaiming her body for her own. For the moment, though, he could poke her and fill her with himself, and she was helpless to do anything but writhe, with her stomach on the bed and her chubby rump jiggling under his belly.