Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"Let me undress you, dear." Susie waited primly while Libby slipped the zipper to the base of her spine. The woman rubbed her fingers into the small. "Hmmm, that feels good," the younger woman said, and it did. The fingers moved lower, to the fleshy ass-cheeks. Susie, embarrassed by her flabbiness there, tried to push the buns together. "Relax," she was told, "women are supposed to have soft asses."

She slipped out of her dress. Libby kneeled and then sat on the rug before the fire. She reached up and hugged Susie, pressing her fingers into the back of the girl's upper legs. Susie kneeled too, even though her breasts were still enclosed by a bra and her panties still covered her crotch.

"I'm going to go down on you," Libby Talma said breathlessly, "like no one's ever gone down on you before." With that, she tucked her head into her chest and pushed her naked body against the rug. Through the synthetic fabric of the panties Susie noted the pressure of Libby's jaw. Then the tongue wet the V of the crotch, and soon the moisture seeped onto the hole itself. The garment protected her from the edges of Libby's upper teeth, which sizzled over the clit. The button became puffy, and a few strokes of the tongue later, the lubrication started to flow inside Susie's quim, answering the saliva outside the box.

Libby raised her buttocks and held the genitalia to her face. Her nostrils flexed against the septum as she breathed in the smell of Susie. Her thumbs moved up the sides of the girl's body and pulled in the panty waistband. Susie raised her hips while Libby pulled the fabric down her stomach and past her thighs. She walked backwards on her knees and took them off over the slim ankles, but she couldn't resist first passing them under her nose so that she could smell the scent that remained.

She tossed them away then and slipped her face between the outstretched legs. Susie turned her head from side to side against the floor. She lifted her legs and rested them over Libby's shoulders. That made it easier for her lover to squeeze the rump-cheeks until they were raw with finger prints.

Libby had incredible strength. Each time her tongue swept over the clit and then down to the hole she lifted Susie's butt off the floor and made her 'feel as though her torso was soaring on the power of the single tongue and the pair of wet, probing lips. Mrs. Talma's lipstick smeared and gave the whole beaver a faded red glow.

Susie smashed her crotch against the turning, churning lips. Spit trickled inside her pussy, melting into the warmer fluid that lined the twat. Libby's thumbs pushed the buns apart, and both of the short, broad fingers stretched the skin around the ging. The woman's tongue moved lower. Susie was ticklish, but she gasped out in pleasure when the end of the tongue smacked the sphincter.

"Your pussy tastes so good… so good…! I love to suck you!… " were the endearments she spoke as she snapped her head back to take in air. Her lips were almost colorless now: the vaginal mist had washed the paint off her mouth. Susie's knees ached because the pumping made her tired. Still, she could not keep herself from moving up to meet Libby's mouth as it sucked her.

Susie was shocked by the way her whole body snapped under the fierce tonguing; she was as out of control now with Libby going down on her as she had been when she'd gone down on Sandy, that mindless little dyke! She tried to grab the rug, but her fingers just slid through the pile.

Libby separated the cheeks wide. She rolled her tongue in a circular fashion over the clit, then cut a straight path down to the smaller of the two holes. She pushed against the anus, then grazed the labia with the side of her tongue before starting the tour again. While Susie's stomach bobbed faster and faster with each new pressure on the button, Libby teased her by moving more slowly. Susie stretched her arms out, sitting up halfway, and pulled on Libby's flabby biceps. Her assbones hit the floor as she wiggled her butt like an impatient child in a tantrum.

Libby helped her. The woman's fat index finger pushed up her friend's rectum. The dry, warm walls of the anal cavity tightened around it as if to spit the finger out. At the same moment she was sucking the clitoris between her teeth.

Susie rolled her lower body up against the thirsty, hungry mouth. Her arms hit the floor, and she started to come. Libby locked her finger inside the asshole and kept it in there while. Susie groaned and thrashed. She did not move her mouth away nor pull out her finger when the orgasm was over and Susie lay silent.

"Would you like a cigarette?" she asked, and Susie surprised herself by saying she would, for she seldom smoked. Awkwardly, Libby disengaged herself-awkwardly because now that the sexual excitement had been drained from the girl's body, it seemed incongruous for her finger to be buried in the constricted anus.

While the two rested, naked and relaxed, smoking before the fire, a car drove up into the large garage. There was a sound to the way Chiver slammed the car door and ambled to the front of the house that suggested he was a frequent and intimate visitor to Mrs. Talma…

"That's Wil," Libby said, petting Susie's shoulder, reassuring the younger woman of something the latter had expected anyway. She went to the front door and stood behind it, drawing it open so that Chiver did not see her-this way, of course, she concealed her nudity from the neighborhood at large. Chiver sensed the reason for the seemingly magical opening of the door, but he was transfixed at once by the sight of Susie's nude body in the far comer of the living room. Her swelling curves were bathed in a satanic red-orange glow.

He stepped forward, looking at Libby-who sprang to his side-nervously and without interest when his eyes met those of the young therapist, his face attempted the features of a kindly uncle. He admired her nudity as though it were merely an aesthetic commodity-indicating that he himself was not aroused by it And Susie could tell that wasn't true. His cock stuffed his underwear and pressed overbearingly at the stomach of his trousers.

He sat down on an overstuffed chair near the fire. Susie looked up at him with a placid expression. The firelight made him look even older and somehow more foolish than he really was.

Libby Talma, her tits hanging toward her diaphragm like a cow's hovered over him from behind the chair. Her fingers undid the top buttons of his shirt and pulled at the flaps of his regimental striped tie. His hands clasped hers and then quite tenderly, he kissed the backs of her bloated-looking fingers. He licked one of the knuckles. Laughing shyly, Libby pulled back and stepped around to watch him complete his undressing.

Susie felt called upon to help, to show her interest in him. She unclasped his belt and pulled his cock out from cotton briefs. It was smaller than she had expected; the pleated pants he wore had given it a kind of tent effect, and the fabric had billowed around it.

In a strange way, she was glad that he had arrived. She liked getting sucked off as well as any woman, she figured, but there was nothing comparable to the feel of a hard penis inside her quim. Maybe the experts-including Talma and Chiver were right about there only being one kind of orgasm, but somehow they didn't go far enough.

She ran her fingers up the column of stiff pink flesh. Men's cocks, she thought to herself, were the parts of them that stayed youngest the longest. She couldn't have told whether this pecker was a young man's, or whether it belonged to someone middle-aged-as it did.

She pulled the pants off his legs, or rather helped him do it. Libby, kneeling, had rid him of his shirt. He took care of the undershirt himself. His feet were bare also, and now only his shorts covered his stomach. Half covered, really, because the pillar had burst forth. He would have shoved it up against his stomach and then pulled the undershorts down had it not been for the way Susie was jacking him off. He closed his eyes, and his heart beat madly.