Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

The thought of what her face would look like when she was coming excited him, made the blood pump fast through his diaphragm and stomach. He rubbed his wet lips up and down her ear and forced her head against the bed so he could watch, by her profile, the forms that her pleasure would take. She squeezed her eyes shut as he plunged deep inside her anus, and sucked her lower lip between her teeth when he pulled an inch or two out. Spittle was draining from the comers of her mouth, and she broke the single unending moan rhythmically with snorts as he shoved the poker to full penetration and kept it there for half a beat, every other stroke.

The come broke out of the slit so hot that even as he climaxed he knew it; it felt like burning piss. But he surged up and down the small.cavity until he was drained, and he didn't let himself be distracted by the way Susie urged Sandy's mouth to go on. "Suck…! Yeah…! Suck…! Suck…!" The words were clipped; each time she spit the syllable out, a new undulation would fill her twat and her hips and pelvis swung out again. In the last strokes, Sandy's mouth just rested on the pud, and she let herself be taken by the cock driving up her asshole. Susie pushed her butt into the bed and tried to rub the external genitalia over the slack surface of Sandy's mouth. Even as she came, she was completely conscious of how to manipulate her orgasm for her greatest pleasure; she was masturbating, jacking-off, with the use of Sandy's lips.

Vaughn was dead-tired, but in a single spasm of will he arched his spine and pulled his prick from the girl's rectum. The walls of the tight hole sprang closed the second the bulb pulled out. The lining was washed with the warm semen, and the hole felt raw.

"There's this therapy we have," he said, pausing between each word for breath, "and we call it-it's a kind of game-Empathy." He looked at her, and she was staring back, blank and unperturbed. "Would you like to play?"

"How do you play?"

He flashed a grin at Susie, who was guessing which form the game would take. "Did you use the dildo already?" he asked his colleague, who nodded. She reached down off the bed and brought the fake cock out from where it was hidden under the coverlet. It was dry now, but it still smelled of her insides. Vaughn pressed the head to his mouth and inhaled deeply on the odor. "That's nice," he said. "Who fucked whom?" He looked from face to face as though to elicit the confession by moral force. "She tucked me" Susie said.

"Good. Then you've-" He paused as he stared deep inside the green pools, over which the lids blinked repeatedly. "You've had a little practice in what it feels like to be a man. That's what the game is. Empathy! Now, what I want you to do, is pretend you're a male homosexual and violate me from behind. Stick this thing-" He hoisted it up in the air like a torch. "-up my ass. You can strap it above your hole, so Susie can lean in from behind and give you head while you're com-holing me. Understand?"

The girl seemed in awe of the elaborate request. He handed her the attachment. She bent her legs at the knees, raised one foot at a time and then, lifting herself off the bed as she arched her spine, she pulled the cock and strap up her hips and onto her small belly.

Vaughn gestured for the two women to move away from each other, and he spread out on his stomach between them. Susie thought his muscular ass looked inviting at the top of his sprawled limbs. Sandy hesitated, but she was goaded into action when Vaughn asked her if anything was wrong. "Oh, no," she muttered in a little-girl voice and put her body against his. The cock stuck between his thighs and started to rub inefficiently. "Stick it in," he said in a soft voice, rather exasperated, so Susie held one cheek while the girl screwed the end of the plastic dong inside the reluctant bung-hole.

Susie looked at his face; she was surprised that he seemed to be in genuine pain. But, gritting his teeth, he said "Good, good!" when Sandy shoved the prick further and deeper. He was sweating, and when she jammed the first few inches inside at one stroke, he sighed deeply. After that he was easier, and within a dozen strokes he was pushing his rump up against her belly, trying to signal her that she could penetrate even deeper. His arms reached behind and grabbed her butt-cheeks. The touch of his sweaty fingers on the girl's naked flesh did more than any subtle hints could; she began to ride him like a bucking bronco, and Vaughn appeared to like it, grunting to punctuate each stroke.

Susie moved to the foot of the bed on her knees. She stared at the hanging flaps of the pinkish slot. She put her hand against the hole, but her touch was tentative. Heat seemed to steam out of the girl's pussy. She rubbed the labia until the flats of her fingers slid with the grease that lubricated them. Her other hand massaged the sweaty small of Sandy's back; she could detect the strain of movement as it coursed up the girl's spine. "Suck me," Sandy told her without emotion, and Susie's fingers slid up to the anus while she bowed her mouth to the pit. She sucked in the external folds of the snatch, and Sandy pushed down on her tongue. She could feel the clit growing, but she didn't move the tongue's tip, just kept it close over the button.

The younger woman's body started to slide against her mouth. The beaver was so wet that the clit kept slipping from her lips. The faster she sucked, the more violent were the strokes Sandy applied to Vaughn's asshole. The man's stomach moved imperceptibly up and down against the bed, and his own cock was ready to spurt from the subtle friction. He pushed up, throwing his ass into Sandy's pumping stomach, and he placed his hand under his penis. He rubbed his fingers up and down the shaft as she fucked him, stretching the anal cavity wide and gorging him with the thickness of the plastic shaft. The glue sputtered out the slit and he went limp as Sandy pushed in regularly. Susie, her head close to both their crotches, smelled the sticky cream and pulled m hard on Sandy's beaver-flaps.

The girl came, making the last strokes of the dildo wild and twisting. Slowly her rhythm became uneven and died.

Susie had been sitting in front of the typewriter all morning pausing only briefly to peruse the Sunday funnies. She was dressed in a loose-fitting housecoat with nothing on beneath, and she felt sloppy and unkempt.

Ever since she had begun to write professionally, she had been careful to keep day-by-day notes on projects and assignments. She had no memory and if she didn't write an experience or a phrase down.on paper as it happened or occurred, it was lost forever, So she was grateful to this persistence for the fifty-odd pages of typewritten notes she had accumulated since beginning her two jobs-her "real" employment as a magazine writer, and her "camouflage" job as a sex-therapist at the Clinic.

Before she had spent an hour on the proposed outline of the article, she realized that she could do two versions. One, the length of a book, could tell the whole, unadulterated truth about the Clinic-perhaps it could even be told in novel form. But the other, the struggle of the moment and the reason for the task in the first place, was harder to accomplish. What to tell? And what to leave out? The gentle housewifely readers of Woman could hardly be expected to swallow whole the story of what really was going on inside "the nation's leading sex laboratory," or "the successor Kinsey," as a national new weekly called it.

Besides, Chiver and Talma were in the process of becoming cultural heroes to the women's liberation groups, who found their studies on the nature of female orgasm direct proof of their own precepts. With the clitoral orgasm-if the origin of every orgasm was in the clitoris-that would half eliminate a woman's sexual dependence on the male's penis. The idea of a "vaginal orgasm," currently outdated, made digital massage of the vaginal area a poor second to actual penetration. The restoration of the woman's sexual independence among other things, the ability to satisfy oneself through masturbation, as did the male-was welcome to these ladies.