Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

"I've tried everything," Bob said slowly, his voice low. "They've shown me pictures of guys with hard-ons, really hung, and every time I look at the pictures, they'd jolt me with an electric shock. Got so that I would just shut my eyes as soon as I realize it would be a man instead of a naked girl on the screen. Psychoanalysis. Encounter groups. And you're the second girl this month."

She watched him remove the last stitch of clothing. She reclined on the bed, exposing the hair between her sprawled limbs. "Well, why don't you just tell me whatever you want to do, and we'll do it. I know you'd rather do it with a guy, but can't you just pretend I'm a guy?" Bob laughed, but she went on. "I know what you're thinking. But… like, I could blow you, couldn't I?"

"I guess so." He looked at her appraisingly. His prick hung limp as he stood by the bed. Her mouth was just inches away from the thick penis. Resting on her elbow, Susie reached up and pulled it from the network of hair at its root. It did not enlarge. She pressed her thumb against the bulbous head. "Come lie down and I'll do it to you."

Bob slouched and lay on the mattress. He kicked his legs out toward the foot of the bed. Her body curled into a question mark as she held the weak muscle in her clenched fist. The head hung out from the side of the hand. Her fingers groped for the foreskin then drew it down to expose the glans. She opened' her mouth wide and stuffed him inside of her. She coated the foreskin with the saliva that was pouring from her tongue. The member tasted salty and sweaty. But, inside her mouth, it budged not at all. She shoved her thumb between the jiggling testicles. She explored past the end of the bag to the bridge of skin that connected cock and asshole. She plucked on the tissue, and Bob groaned in response.

She moved her mouth off his dick, then rubbed her face against it. The flesh bent and changed shape as her lips streaked by, and a segment of the head blocked one of her nostrils as she pushed her chin over the scrotum. Meanwhile her fingers scratched on the inner thighs-longingly and teasingly. Becoming aroused, the young man drew his leg up on the bed. The hose gained in size and Immediately felt more solid.

It was then she remembered something Chiver had told her while she was undergoing training. She excused herself and went into the adjoining bathroom, hoping the pause would not undo the progress she had made. She opened a small towel cabinet and procured one of several bottles. She brought the bottle into the room and held it out to the youth. "What if I… spread some of this on you?"

Bob laughed. "Hey, that would be a trip. Alcohol, isn't it?"

Susie nodded. "Brandy."

"I like brandy." He paused. "All right, you rub it on my prick. Then I'll pour a little of it on your cunt and I'll suck you off. Fair, right?"

She smiled. It was good that he had volunteered to perform cunnilingus on her, or at least a sign of something good.

He pulled the bottle's cork and handed it back to her. She poured a small puddle of alcohol into her right palm. Slowly and lovingly she spread the liquid on the organ.

Carefully she put the bottle on the floor by the bed. She directed her attention to arousing the boy fully. His penis was almost fully erect. Her tongue touched the flattened side of the cock just as it rose out of the bulging juice-sac. The booze was sweet on the tip of her tongue, though it burned her lips as her tongue drew inside her mouth. "Hmmm," she whispered down on the joint, as if it could hear. The cock was growing harder. The skin was hot as if the brandy had lit a fire on it. Now the meat expanded, she opened her mouth and took the first few inches inside. As she licked industriously, the dick responded with twitches of movement.

Soon the tip had nudged the entrance to her throat. She soothed the underside with the wagging of her tongue across its width. Susie's hand traveled from the boy's crotch to his chest. She prodded one nipple with pressure from her forefinger until it was stiff. She took the hard penis and rubbed the surface of the head against her smooth chin and jaw. Her nostrils flexed with the inhaled brandy fumes.

Her front teeth bit into the organ a few inches below the glans. She seized hold of it with her hand near the root and sucked in hard. The spittle made slurping sounds as she sucked. "Oh… I love to suck you. It's so hard. And thick. I love cock when it's this thick." Her teeth rustled on the soft skin. Her tongue curled back up the stick and licked the purple line. A trace of semen had dripped from the slit, and its sweetness competed with the taste of the alcohol.

He shoved his hips off the bed. This drove the prick deeper into her mouth. It rubbed the lower molars and premolars as it jammed her wet inner cheeks. Susie squeezed him and felt the blood shooting inside. She pulled the foreskin. The edges of her upper front teeth scraped the slit. She covered her teeth with her lips and pulled in hard.

His pulsing, throbbing motions inside her mouth were by now routine, but they grew faster as she sucked with thirstier force. Her tongue, her cheeks, her lips, were numb with the taste of brandy.

"Okay… now," he said. He grabbed hold of his instrument at its root. His knuckles brushed her chin as he drew the penis back to his stomach. Susie pushed her body up on her palm. Her breasts bounced from her chest, the areolas sharp and hard.

Bob looked down at the floor by the bed. He shoved Susie down on her back. She waited for the hot assault of liquid on her twat. Bob placed the bottle between her spread legs, just under the mop of hair. He pushed the glass up against the cuntlips, and the labia were chilled. He bent the neck of the bottle toward her rising belly. She inhaled deeply. The wet mouth of the container burned her just below the navel. A droplet of the fluid slid inside her belly button.

A thin stream of melted fire trickled down between her legs to wet the bedding and it made Susie hot. The sensation was painful at first. But she quickly grew accustomed to the warm glow that penetrated up and through the vagina. Bob worked his forefinger over the clit and smoothed the brandy evenly into the modest sliver of tissue. He spread the alcohol into the skin below the tangled pubic hairs, glistening with moisture.

Then he stuck the glass edge of the bottle between the folds. Susie stiffened her legs and bit into her lower lip as the tip pushed inside her. A few drops of the liquor ran against the soft tissue of the cunt-walls. Bob's hand evened some of the flow out against the pale pink skin of Susie's thigh. With a wet finger he pressed the underside of the knee joint. He bent his index finger and shoved it inside the cleft.

She thrust her pelvis forward against his probing fingers just as he lowered his mouth to the honey-covered twat. His tongue followed the path of the incision and then ducked inside the hole itself. It licked thirstily at the brandy until he could taste the natural lubrication that mingled with it.

Bob's fingers. stretched apart the sides of the opening. He looked in at the shaded cunt His tongue was caught inside as the lips closed back in on the box. His fingers drew the hind-cheeks apart, and the index of his right hand made passes, soft yet probing, at the ging. He tongued the thick growth of hair that obscured her organ. The tip kissed the clitoris. With his teeth covered by his lips, he took the button inside his mouth. His twisting lips captured the flesh and rolled it between them over and over again.

Losing all control, her body wrenched out a driving, climactic rhythm. She rolled her stomach up against Bob's now-slippery mouth and jaw. He opened his lips and let his tongue lash the wet and brandy-scented beaver.

He turned his head from side to side and rubbed his lips hard down on the clit. She grunted, and the walls of her cunt dilated and then snapped shut. He forced a finger up in her a fraction of a second after the walls jammed together. Coming, Susie farted as the last convulsions came.