Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

He turned to Libby. "Can we go in the bedroom, dear?"

"You and Susie?"

"No," he chuckled in a grandfatherly way, "all three of us," and Mrs. Talma looked both relieved and embarrassed at the reassurance. In the bedroom Chiver was the first to spread out on the king-sized bed. Susie lay back gently as if testing the mattress. She wondered how quickly the tangle of flesh would begin. She turned over on her side and grabbed Chiver's prick. Her movement was almost unconscious; she had seen it, she wanted it, and so she took it.

Libby was hugging her. The woman's large palms brushed her breasts and rubbed the tits into solid erections. They way that Libby, on her knees, was thrusting her pud forward, told them both how much she wanted her own satisfaction. Susie took pity on her and moved under the pubic altar. She licked the distended labia, washing them in spit, and then Chiver was beside her, teasing the rising of Libby's hipbone with the edges of his perfect white teeth-so perfect, thought Susie, that she was sure they were dentures.

Mrs. Talma spread her arms behind her and threw her weight down on the palms. Her legs were parted wide enough for Susie and Chiver both to push their mouths against the opposite sides of her purplish-pink pussy, covered with coarse brown hairs and coated with a moist colorless film.

Susie felt her cheek get hot and flushed as she rubbed it up and down over Libby's privates. Her tongue almost met, over the chasm, the tip of Chiver's tongue, which was manipulating the matching labia as he stared at Susie. He put his hand at the back of her head and then shoved his mouth closer. Suddenly the two were kissing with open mouths, and Libby showed her enjoyment by rolling her pud against their cheeks while they trenched. She massaged their necks, the fingers of one hand kneading the flesh above Chiver's collarbone while the fingers of the other prowled as low as Susie's shoulders.

She lost her balance and stumbled back on the bed. Both partners followed her down. Susie's mouth opened wide on Mrs. Talma's quim, while Chiver took her breast. He kneaded it with both hands, and when the tit pointed sharp as a diamond he took it between his teeth and licked it furiously.

It didn't take much to make Libby climax Susie found, but when the woman's whole body rocked with the waves of orgasm, the end of one climax blended into another. Susie counted three separate orgasms in a row, each distinct from the other. Obviously all that she had learned from her research had not been for pure science. Susie's throat was dry from using so much of her saliva to suck and tongue-kiss the other woman's pussy.

She came up off the crotch when at last Libby appeared sated. She 'looked into the woman's eyes, and their noses almost touched. Libby's lips parted and the two exchanged tongues. Susie delighted in the softness, the coolness, of her lover's tongue.

Chiver was at their side. He had raised her arm as though it were the limb of a machine. His tongue was massaging the armpit, and he was so excited that he kept jamming his prick against the side of Susie's knee. He was startled at the words that next came from Mrs. Talma's lips, when the latter drew her mouth away and ended their kiss. "Blow Wil," she said, and she did not miss the smile of understanding that passed between the middle-aged couple.

So, while Libby rested, Susie took the shaft in her hand and opened her mouth. With her hand still circled around the instrument, the doctor pushed deep inside, across her tongue and up against the roof of the orifice.

"Slower," she said, and her lips pursed around the dick. She stuck her tongue out, but it was her whole head that moved, as she tracked the cock up and down with the edge of the soft muscle. She followed the glans until a trickle of new dog-water required cleaning. She pulled down on the skin that covered the penis and then smashed the bulb on the inside of her left cheek. Her tongue now tasted of his sweat and his premature semen.

"Oh, please," he said, and he repeated again and again the word please. The rest of his body felt bone dry; it seemed to wheeze and squeak, so parched was the skin and unlubricated the joints. But his cock was washed in tide after tide of spit provided by Susie's tongue. When she drew the skin down toward the base and raised her lips past the head, he groaned and tried to shove the stick back in her mouth.

"No, I want you to tuck mc. I want… I need you." She had to force herself to say these last words, but they were true. She needed him to end the aching in her twat, the longing, the emptiness.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the concern in Libby Talma's face. It gave her a feeling of unease, but not half so intense an impression as the one Chiver's own expression caused. It seemed to be a look of fear.

Yet her body was moving without the direction of her mind-it had even outdistanced her senses. She was climbing onto the stick, shoving it inside. It went in easily.

Then the revelation came.

From the second it touched the lining of her pussy, the cock started to wilt. It grew smaller and weaker; the hardness disappeared. Chiver s phallus was thawed and impotent the second she spread her twat-lips and thrust her pud down invitingly on the cock's head.

She could not conceal her puzzlement; both her lovers read it on her face. Oddly, both seemed relieved. The thing they feared had happened-but for that very reason, they no longer had reason to fear it.

She had stopped moving. The cock was limp but completely inside her. Her pubic hairs twined into Chiver's. His lips were tensed against his front teeth as though he wished to say something but couldn't. Susie's glance turned to Libby Talma.

"I should have told you, shouldn't I, dear?" The tone was maternal, as if it had been the facts of life she were concealing from a shocked teen-aged daughter.

"Told me what?"

Later Susie would, realize that she should have caught on much earlier in the game. But right now she was genuinely confounded.

"Wil and I discovered the identical nature of all female orgasms… " She paused, as if to part with this secret were the ultimate sacrifice. "… Because we were both unable to achieve orgasm except through oralism. All my life I had worried that I wasn't achieving the ultimate climax, the vaginal orgasm. I wanted so desperately to prove there was no difference." She was moving relentlessly on, illustrating the soundness of the adage that confession is good for the soul. "And Wil-" She turned her gaze on Wil Chiver, and looked at him lovingly. "-helped me prove there was no difference… "

The diet pill had made her intolerably jumpy, as diet pills always did. But without it she could not have stayed up all night.

Now it was six-thirty in the morning, the hour when her neighbors would rise and go to work. All day long they would be immersed in their jobs, hardly thinking for a moment about sex-unless a pretty or handsome stranger passed them on the street. They would not, in any case be thinking of what awaited them in the marriage bed.

She had completed the first draft of the article in one frantic sitting. It would need work, a great deal of work, and she would have to sleep before she could attempt the revisions. It had not been the time factor-she was well ahead of deadline-but rather her excitement that had made her sit down at this desk and type through the silent Connecticut night. She longed for the relief that always came when she had solved the handling of a major story.

Connecticut. Too quiet. She had been away from New York too long. She wanted to trade the sounds of the indolent birds for the squawls of cabs and trucks and the underground hum of subway trains.

Trains. She called the station. She would leave that morning on a commuter train; she could be packed and out of the temporary apartment in an hour.