Stu Boy - She Needs Some Pleasin

Her thumb and forefinger pushed in at the sides of Foster's wrist, and she felt his fingers point straight out from the hand. She gripped him more tightly, and his fingertips glided through the silken strands until she drilled the first joint of the forefinger to the clit. She eased her whole body toward the pinpoint of pressure. "There, you see?" she sighed. "That feels fine, just fine." Moisture seeped from the walls of the vagina. She ground her torso and then bumped forward. Harris' forefinger slipped easily inside the box, perspiring with cunt-grease.

Her own thumb covered his. She forced it against the button, and he rolled it energetically. It grew and stiffened under the prodding. She reached behind her and grabbed her own left ass-cheek in her hand. She bent her spine and thrust her pelvis forward, closer to Foster's hand. "Finger my other hole." Her voice was hard-edged, seductive, indicating need as much as desire. In a trance, the patient's index finger found the tight rectal entrance. She swiveled down as he stuffed the whole length of the bone inside the warm orifice.

Foster's other hand fumbled for the buttons at the back of her white dress. She inhaled and tried to compress her breasts, so that the bra would come off more easily. The uniform peeled off to her waist, exposed a flash of pink diaphragm. Susie leaned forward, and her warm hillocks swept over the flat, hard surface of Foster's chest. His hand turned back toward him as he stuck one finger inside the cunt and the other, at the same time, inside the rectal chute.

Susie reared back. Her left breast collided with her patient's chin. His mouth opened as if automatically and sucked the red cap deep inside. She felt wet suction pull in on the stiffening nipple. The edges of his lower front teeth grated the sharp erection at the areola's tip, and she squirmed so that his finger twisted inside the twin cavities.

Foster pulled his fingers out and reversed them. She felt anal warmth and dryness push forward into the pussy, as the sweat that covered the other finger meshed with the lubrication inside the sphincter.

She rose to her knees and then leaned back, putting her weight on her palms. Like tentacles, her slender limbs thrust forward, enclosing his body. "Come closer. Sit up. I want you to fuck me." She held his small thing inside her folded hand, her thumb pressed at the shaft's base. The side of her thin forefinger ran over the glans. His head shone with gummy pearl-white liquid.

Susie raised her legs and clamped them tightly around her partner's waist. Her palms cupped his shoulders, and she rose until the cock's head was against her hole. The dork slid easily inside the break. She took his hand and encouraged the stiff fingers to play with the loose flesh at the opening.

Her buttocks settled on his thighs. His legs flexed at the knees. He groaned as his thin tool shot inside the box. Her fingers pressed his wrist and drew his fingertips even harder against the twat-lips. With her other hand she massaged the small of his back while its thumb poked his pelvic bone. He began to move with violent jerks, but she knew he was merely simulating orgasmic thrusts to make her come. She moved up and to the side. As she did, the opening stretched wider. The penis was like a pencil close to one side of the dilated reddish-pink ring.

His hands rolled the ass-flesh that was partially covered by her uniform. He tried to draw her closer to his groin as he smashed deeper within the drooling vagina.

Even though he was small, she could feel him growing. She felt the most minute expansion in size. He jabbed her clit with his thumb while his fingers stroked the hollows in her thighs.

"Oh, that's nice… That's real nice," purred Susie. The cock seemed to stir from the path it had repeated a dozen times already. It sprang in a spasm inside of her. This sparked new sensations in the well-oiled walls, and she began to speed her counterthrusts toward the pale, hair-covered penis.

Her breasts rolled over his torso as she shivered and leaned to one side, then the other, stretching her box. She tugged on the bag and seized one of his balls until he winced with pain.

"Yes… yes… yes!" she cried, and as she galloped, his ass left the bed while his legs straightened. He guided her body by the sides of her floating breasts and tried to drill her close to him. His own heels pushed in at her buns, which were sealed closely as Susie started to come. She jammed the tip of her index finger up against the buried part of the shaft, and this precipitated the first wad of cream that soaked inches of the cavity's already-wet interior.

Her body rocked against his. His cock started to shrivel inside her cunt. She played gingerly with the scrotum, and her index finger stroked the buried part of the deflating organ.

She pulled on the covering skin. His naked glans brushed the warm flesh of her oozing quim. She tightened the grip and felt him begin to erect again. Just as suddenly, she rose up and bent the board downwards, thrusting her beaver against the dome. He felt the friction of the clit over the cut, still coated with the come it had delivered.

She lifted her leg and turned herself around. She stationed her head between his sprawled legs. Her lips touched the sheets between his knees. She bucked her hips and found the small cock beneath her. She gripped his soles and, elbows on the bed, rose until her clitoris brushed his mouth with the hair and tissue that surrounded it.

Foster's fingers spread the waiting lips of the moist organ. He arched his back and pushed into the cleft. Susie shook her hips and rolled the inside of her mouth around the penis shape. She came 'up off of it and, on her knees, rolled the cock through the flaps of beaver-flesh before sitting down and covering it. Foster saw only the movement of her ass as she bobbed up and down.

Foster awkwardly moved to his knees, trying to force himself deeper. His heels pushed into the rims of his buttocks, and his hands encircled her thighs-thumbs pushing in at the sides of the upper legs, while the fingers compacted the inner thighs closer toward his body. Her muscles were tense as she tried to keep position. The cock moved inside her, and she clamped the vaginal muscles together around it. His hands traveled from her stomach to the undersides of her breast. The flat of his index finger rubbed the nipple until it was stiff. His other hand cupped the other one. He poked ahead until their pubic hair twined into a single net.

In a retreating stroke, the penis slipped from the hole; Susie reached between her spread legs to seize it and bring it back to the warm berth. Sweat coated her body and streamed from her clean-shaven armpits. Their skins slid against each over with each new thrust. Foster's breathing was like the labored wheezing of an old truck. Her pumping heart felt level with her eardrums. Her tongue touched her lower lip, but as he pushed forward, her upper teeth cut into it and she groaned, half because of the unexpected pain, half m disappointment at the backward movement of his cock-but the latter sensation was relieved as he jabbed her again.

His back ached, and he began to slow from fatigue. Realizing this, she lifted herself off him. On her knees, she crawled to his face. Her legs spread around his skull; he inhaled the sweet-sour musk. The filament brushed against his lips. His tongue extended out and licked a cluster of hairs while she squirmed and pushed her groin down on his twisting lips. He stuck a finger inside the moist cavity and separated the lips. His tongue licked the walls in quick flashes; his lips pursed and drew the fragments of flesh between his upper and lower teeth. The enamel just barely touched the twat s moist skin.

Her fingers poked his ribs. Her legs stretched out and sidled against him until she was even with the length of his body. She shook her head. Her hair blew wild as she tongued his lips. Her forefinger played with his neck skin; she pushed the hair away and sucked his ear between her lips. Her tongue flagged until, finally, she impatiently bit the earlobe. She grabbed his dong and the creased scrotum. He groaned while she yanked the bag, and again she thrust her mouth over his. Now her stroking was delicate, as he poured himself inside the pink cove. He scraped her lips before massaging the inside of her cheek with his tongue. His hand found her crotch; two fingers jammed the snatch. The rhythm was monotonous, but Susie sucked in on the twin bones. She scratched the back of his' hand as it moved toward her.