Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Susie opened the top magazine to the first page. Absent-mindedly, her hand pushed in the red button. The first few pages were fairly tame. Nude young people cavorted around a swimming pool. But, as she turned page after page, the bodies touched-at first casually, but soon with erotic intent.

The next magazine and the magazine after that varied from the single theme of intercourse. The second showed attractive teen-agers in surprising lesbian poses. The next magazine described in unretouched detail the progression of an orgy at what was supposed to be a huge "singles' apartment house. "

The films that Chiver projected were a grainy black-and-white, but Susie found them more arousing because of the soundtracks. She sweated profusely as a Mexican prostitute exposed her breast to a potential customer in a dingy alley. She waited tensely as the whore led the man to a door marked HOTEL. The prostitute marched in first, followed by the john. The scene shifted to the interior of the woman's small room.

She started to strip immediately. She was not pretty, but her body was thin and well-developed. She was young, certainly under thirty. She reached behind her and pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. She hunched her shoulders and drew the fabric down her chest. She stepped out of it and was naked except for her bra, girdle, and stockings. She struggled out of the girdle after first unsnapping the sheer nylons. She turned her almost-nude back to her male patron, who undid the hooks. She turned around. Her breasts were full, though not completely firm. She walked to a bureau drawer and took something from it. The next close-up showed it to be a prophylactic.

She gestured for the man to sit down on the edge of the rumpled bed. The camera zoomed in on his considerable erection. Deftly her fingers unrolled the rubber balloon down the length of the member. The man breathed hard and closed his eyes. Her fingers pressed it through his pubic hair to the skin surrounding the cock's base.

A long shot showed the man pushing his body along the bed until his head rested on a pillow. "Blow me," Susie heard him say. The film's sound was muffled. She could hear, in the background, noises from the small camera crew. She felt hot. Sweat streamed onto the surface of her underarms.

"Five American dollars extra for suck." The girl's accent was thick. Close-up of man, who nodded. The camera focused on the girl's lips, as they hesitated above the mast. The white edges of her teeth pushed out from behind her lips before the vacuum of the whole mouth covered the phallus head. She bit hard on the foreskin below the glans, and the man groaned in complaint.

He shoved his penis deeper inside her mouth. She rose up off the stem and circled the staff in a spiral. Just the tip of her tongue touched the cock. She pulled at the scrotum and stretched it. She drew her mouth off the instrument. "Tell me when you're ready," she muttered thickly. The transparent rubber shined with her saliva. She opened her mouth again and sucked in. Her head bobbed. She seemed to be wrenching the fluid out of him. "Now," he gasped, and immediately she raised her face.

Her hands touched his shoulders. She kneeled and then spread her legs slightly, though her knees were still between his own. She bent the man's prick to her twatlips. Slowly the interior of her vagina swallowed and covered the thick, solid branch.

"Push," she told him throatily. Susie lowered her eyes and saw her own breasts heave inside the cage of her brassiere. She brought her thighs together underneath her dress, hoping to grant her clitoris some friction. Her buttocks jammed into the upholstered seat.

Perhaps a hand-held camera was placed on the male's chest, because now the screen was filled with the greased joinings of rubber-covered muscle and steaming, wet hole. Grunting was heard on both sides. The camera drew back. The Mexican girl's breasts wobbled. Her eyes were shut. Layers of skin at the sides of her hips rolled as she shoved her pubic region down on the spear.

The screaming bed almost covered the sounds of their voices as the john shot his rocks off into her cunt. A long shot from the head of the metal bed showed the girl's body as it lazily consumed the last squirts from the phallic tree.

"Well," said Dr. Chiver, cupping his hand on her left shoulder. "You are beyond doubt a sufficiently sensuous woman to serve as a surrogate partner and sexual therapist. When can you start?"

Susie feigned uncertainty. "Any time, I guess."

Chiver smiled.

"The therapist you saw in action, so to speak, this morning-Miss Carson-is leaving the clinic this week. Will Monday be all right? We have a particularly interesting new patient for you to work with. "

Susie walked quickly through the Institute's main lobby and stepped inside the elevator. At five minutes to nine, she was in Dr. Chiver's waiting room. A paper cupful of coffee in his hand, the gynecologist was talking to his young secretary when the journalist entered. He spun nimbly on his heels, extending his right hand in greeting.

"Will you step inside my office?"

Susie followed him. He sank into a large leather chair behind his desk before motioning that she sit in the visitor's chair.

"I want to talk to you about your first patient. He is nineteen and quite sexually experienced-in homosexual sex. His parents sent him to us for help. While somewhat reluctant-understandably so-he has been cooperative. Nothing, however, has done much good so far. Your task will be, in any, way possible, to try and get him to enjoy heterosexual relations."

Susie nodded slowly. Chiver stood and then maneuvered her to a therapy room on the same floor, leaving her at the door. "Just knock," he added in explanation when she flashed him a puzzled grin. She paused a moment and watched as he walked back to his office; then she struck the wooden door with folded knuckles.

It opened. There stood a tall youth in sport clothing. His hair was a rich black, though his eyes were, surprisingly, a translucent blue. He was thin, and his slimness made the facial features seem particularly angular. Yet he was not at all effeminate like the homosexual stereotype.

"Bob?"

"Yes." He moved away from her, backing, leaving her to shut the door. She spoke again, and anxiety made her smile difficult to maintain. "My name is Susie."

The boy sat down on a leatherette couch at the other side of the cubicle. Except for the double bed it was the only piece of furniture in the room. "Shall we go on with it?" asked Bob, his voice not without a kind of dry humor.

"If you'd like to." Susie pulled her sweater off over her head. Her breasts swelled beneath the jersey fabric of her dress. She kicked her shoes off and ran her stockinged heels against the plush pile of the carpeting. "Will you help me with my zipper?" He rose with a sigh and stood behind her. The zipper slid open. "And… the bra?" she asked tentatively. He pulled at the snaps, which gave way. She turned to face him. Flesh-colored bikini panties did not conceal the pubic hair at her hole. She planted her legs apart and rolled down the sheer nylons.

"Won't you get ready?" she asked with disappointment in her voice. She liked the idea of making love to a boy this young and attractive; she suspected all of her tasks would not be this congenial.

"All right," he answered with the same heavy sigh. She watched while Bob undressed himself. He was slow. He folded each item of clothing neatly and placed it on the seat of the small sofa.

Susie opened her hands and hooked her thumbs over her hipbones. The thumbs curled under the circling band and pulled at the elastic. She bent her legs at her knees and slipped the undergarment down her legs. She stepped out of the panties and left them where they fell.