On Monday morning, Susie entered the Clinic fatigued, even though she had slept well the night before after the monotonous drive home with the equally monotonous Dr. Chiver. She smiled perfunctorily at the white-uniformed receptionist, and proceeded down corridors to the small door euphemistically called her office.
There was a short note on her desk, and the handwriting she recognized as Dr. Chiver's. She was to turn on the closed-circuit camera before her first appointment of the morning, so that a tape of the performance could be reviewed by the executive staff.
The session was the first of its kind, Chiver had told her the previous week. Two male homosexuals -"married" for the past four years-had been employed by the Clinic for an experiment. Both men were in their thirties and neither had ever engaged successfully in heterosexual activities of any kind. Nor did either wish to change. Chiver indicated that this was an ideal experimental condition. Susie's role was to engage them both in sex, bowing to their wishes as to how she might best be used.
In response to a light rapping on the door, she rose from the bed and walked the few steps to the door.
Two men stood there, smiling. One was short, curly-haired, and black. He was compact, if not muscular. The other was tall, thin, bearded, and white, with an accent Susie identified as probably Midwestern.
The small black man was the first to cross the threshold. He wore a black turtleneck jersey under an expensive plaid sport jacket. His slacks were made of mustard-colored stretch material, and his narrow feet were protected by sharp-pointed boots of grainy black leather.
The second man followed him into the room. "My name is Kurt, and this is Jeff," he said, his palm extending as he gestured at the Negro. Jeff sat down on the room's one free chair, and Kurt placed his hand on the back of it. He was dressed in dungarees and a loose-fitting suede jacket.
"Jeff," she nodded, registering the introduction, "Kurt… I'm Susie." The two men smiled at exactly the same moment, and the smiles ended simultaneously as the two faced each other. "You can put your clothing in there," she said, motioning to the closet and feeling rather like an intruder. Jeff crossed one leg over the other, pushed up his trousers, and unzipped his full-length boots. Kurt put one hand against the wall while he kicked off his tennis shoes.
When both were nude, Susie began. "What would you like to do now?"
Jeff, standing, looked at Kurt's cock and chuckled conspiratorially. "Well, to tell the truth, I'd like to blow Kurt's dick." The blond laughed appreciatively, and Susie sensed how easily she could be left out of the whole affair. But she persevered.
"All right. But why don't you come here on the bed? I'll do it to you while you do it to Kurt." She sensed a grimace beneath the polite nod Jeff gave her. Jeff's already erect phallus crossed over the front of the blond's legs, leaving a drop of wet, heavy cream. Kurt grabbed the cock an inch below the head and squeezed it until another white bead was forced out.
Susie stood at the foot of the bed and pushed her fingers into the dark, hard thighs. Jeff's legs moved obligingly apart. The black man was poised on his knees, and his scrotum hung between parted thighs. The balls looked like outlined semispheres at the bottom of the bag, and his wrinkled skin was like black crepe. A clean, manly odor of sweat greeted Susie as she stuck her head under Jeff's buttocks and yanked the juice-bag toward her mouth. For balance she dug her fingers into the muscular buns. His can tensed as she felt her tongue slide over the balls on the way to the shaft's end. She jammed the balls with her tongue tip, and drove the flat of her thumb against the phallus' buried root. Jeff whistled through his teeth.
"You do that real fine," he smiled, and she could see the lower half of his face upside down between his sprawled limbs. Susie wondered if he liked her doing it, or whether this was just the respect of one professional for another.
She was amazed how far his mouth could go down on his lover's pale prick. His teeth clamped down on the rod three quarters of the way to the base. She could hear harsh animal noises escape like crackling of radio static from the corner of Jeff's mouth. "Right on, brother," laughed Kurt aloud, and his body pushed up off the bed as he tried to drive the penis deeper into Jeff's mouth.
Susie backed down the bed on her knees. Her feet extended off the mattress. She separated her legs. She watched as Jeff's dark hand covered one side of Kurt's sparse-haired chest. Thumb and forefinger bunched together the reddish areola and the skin around it, while Jeff's other hand moved up the other side of the blond's torso, fingers shooting into the light, perspiration-covered hair under Kurt's arm. The fingers massaged the armpit, and the long tangled hairs moved like golden strands of wheat.
Both her thumbs pressed up against the sole of Jeff's left foot, while her fingers pushed his toes back toward her. She aimed the tiny stumps at her twat.
When he felt the moisture and the hair and the loose skin, Jeff flexed his toes energetically. Susie bent her first finger around his big toe and forced it inside the damp vaginal socket. Delicately he moved his ankle so that the organ pushed against both sides of the box. He stepped down on the hairy matting, and she forced her body close to his foot, feeling the pressure on her clitoris.
She kicked her legs out before her. Her calves draped Kurt's outstretched lower limbs, and her heels almost touched the sides of his buttocks. Now she could roll her pud directly over the smooth sole. She pulled the sides of the hole apart and then ground her pelvis from side to side so that each toe could slide for a fraction of a second into the pit itself.
His body inches above his lover's supine frame, Jeff moved his head until he looked down into Kurt's eyes. His ass was smooth hairless, and hard. He dipped his tongue into the blond's mouth, and their pink tongues flashed across gates of teeth. Her stomach tired, Susie leaned back and dug the small of her back into the mattress. Jeff had taken the lead; his toe brushed the rising clitoris until Susie felt the grease of the lubricating jelly melt at the hot water draining from her cunt-walls.
Slowly, like a tigress, she sprang over Jeff's back and rubbed her privates into his backside. Both the men felt her weight above them. The ends of her pubic hairs tickled the gap between Jeff's cheeks. She moved her body slightly to the side, drilling her hipbone into the black's rear. She pushed her wet pleasure-button into his stem muscle. He moved, and the friction caused a spasm that separated the sides of her sweaty organ. He was lying directly on top of Kurt, his penis fitting between the latter's legs, the head pushing into the mattress.
She reinserted her hand between the two men. She rolled the ball-like bases of her fingers over the taut chest-tissue of the blond. His nipple hardened at the hint of pressure, and she pushed on the erected grains with her thumb.
Her other hand massaged the folds of her own sex, and spread the moisture inside Jeff's tanned crack. Her index coated the ging, his sphincter was hot. Her tongue lashed the black's neck, and her right leg jammed in to separate his testicles.
His moan of pleasure directed her down the bed again. Her toes touched the floor, and she leaned sideways on the bed. She yanked Jeff's left leg and put her head under it, then grabbed his scrotum and fondled it gently with her fingers, while her tongue made intricate circular patterns on the tough skin of Kurt's bag.
Jeff lurched forward and bucked his ass for a minute before lowering his cock into his lover's scrotum. The head was buried inside the folds, but Susie's tongue easily found the glans. Her fingers burrowed between the cakes of the blond's ass, and she jammed a long feminine nail inside the slot.
She bit playfully at the skin of his thigh, and in a moment she insinuated her lips and tongue into the space that the pressure of Jeff's body made. Kurt's dick was forced up against his stomach. She opened her mouth and gobbled on the head as if toothless. She tasted the sweet seminal scum and wiped it off on the insides of her cheeks. She pulled the foreskin down and squeezed it.
Jeff leaned hard against Kurt, and he squashed the dome of his own cock into his lover's stomach. Susie's cheek felt the heat of the lower shaft. Then came the first maneuver designed for her pleasure-or at least to indicate their pleasure at her maneuvers. Jeff's forefinger scratched the corner of her lip just before he pushed himself off the bed and charged at the interior of her mouth, holding it open so that he could touch the start of her throat with the big black head. His fingers coursed through her hair, and he was massaging her ears and earlobes, rubbing the sides of her neck; forcing her tight up against his dong and the wool that covered its root.
He was scraping the roof of her mouth with each forward stroke. His thumb jutted into her jaw and the saliva began to bead on the sides of her thick tongue. She, sitting on the end of the bed, her body folding at the stomach, was playing with his bans. Jeff's eyes were shut tightly as he strained for all the friction her wet mouth could provide him.
Kurt was on his stomach, moving toward her crotch like an uncertain amphibian. She liked the feel of his rough blond stubble on her thigh as he pushed his tongue out and tried to find the clit with it. She thanked him by stroking the back of his neck with her forefinger, bearing down hard while Kurt sighed, satisfied. His hand reached up for his lover's scrotum, and his fingers intertwined with Susie's while together they milked Jeff's heavy, aching nuts.
The side of Kurt's finger touched the crease itself, but he only manipulated her with his tongue, whipping through the patch of hair and bullying the clitoris. Susie leaned back, sliding her mouth up to Jeff's head, arching her spine like a cat. Jeff's hands clasped her neck: leaning precariously forward, he pushed himself further down inside the warm shelter.
Finally she opened her mouth all the way and reared her head away from Jeff's prick-shining with her saliva. She let her back fall against the mattress, and shoved her ass up the bed while Kurt, his body curled to her side, followed her up, moving his chin over her sopping pud.
Jeff grabbed hold of his cock when her mouth was out of reach. Automatically he pulled back the skin as he waited. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Susie's face, contorted now with the pleasure Kurt was giving her with his sucking mouth. Her lips were parted, though he could hardly see deep inside her mouth, because her tongue came just outside to touch the center of her upper lip. The bed sank when he leaned forward and put his knees on it, then sank again as he lifted his leg and put himself over her. The underside of his penis touched Susie's face, and she felt her own moisture. He pushed forward, rolled his weight down on his palms; and she opened her lips wide while he shot inside her. She clamped down on the dick when he softly brushed the hard palate. She drew down on the foreskin and licked the glans. Jeff groaned, waiting; the cream welled up in his belly, and the sensation was so dose to orgasm yet so far from real relief that he couldn't expect the orgasm to come.
Susie liked the way Kurt ground his teeth into the twat-hair at the sides of the salty labia. He pushed down on the folds, and his finger made it just inside the cunt for the first time. The touch was uncertain, and surprised. The finger came out wet, and Kurt's tongue brushed it as he applied the fingertip to the clitoris. He bent his hand back so that only the base of the knuckles touched the slash. Susie forced her pussy all the way up against her mouth; the pressure of his tongue and of his finger seemed to blend with the force of her own sensation. It was as though his mouth were an organ in her own body, an extension of herself, and it was like she were tongue-fucking her own hole.
The inside of her cunt tightened like a wet fist, and she thrust the surface of the beaver up against Kurt's sucking mouth. At the same time she pulled in on Jeff's dick like a vacuum, and the sperm came pouring out, washing all over her throat, while she gulped to take it all in. Her heart was beating wildly, and the blood washed through her chest as if warmed by fire.
Jeff's erection started to die inside her mouth, but as he tried to pull it from her she licked it dry of the semen she hadn't caught in her throat. She unfolded her fingers and pushed the soft machine against her lower lips. Kurt's mouth was resting against her smelly gash, and his fingers were absent-mindedly tracing irregular patterns on the insides of her clammy, sweating thighs.
Jeff let himself down on the bed beside her, but he was too drained to require any of her attention. Kurt, rolled into an embryonic position, was still hard. Susie reached inside the coil to test the strength of the dork, and the blood was active as she squeezed. She put her hands under his arms and massaged his chest from behind him. She rested back on the mattress; his back on her stomach while she made his tits stiffen. She bent her legs at the knees and rolled the soles of her feet over his thighs, pushing in on the sides of his stalk. She pushed her big toe to one side and the second toe to the other around the cock, and it moved in a jerk as they both laughed. The steady breathing at her side told Susie what she needed to know about Jeff: he was already asleep.
"Don't you want to fuck me in the ass?" she said seductively to the blond, as if she knew the answer would be affirmative. She slithered out from under him and planted herself on her stomach. His own hands moved on her rump, and she opened the crack wider for him to see.
But Kurt was already pulling at her to turn over. This surprised her, but she complied. In a moment she knew what he wanted. "This way I can see you, look at you," he said, just as his prick pushed under her pubic arch and between her. buttocks. He tried to stuff the prick between the cheeks without stretching an opening for himself, and she felt as though she were being stuffed. She pushed up against him, touching his stomach with her own, while he reached under her and pulled the buttocks to create an alley for his dick to pass through on the way to the tight anus.
"Oh!" she said, laughing not because of the force, which was considerable, but because Kurt had stopped just short of the ging. "Please," she said as he hesitated, afraid to hurt her-and he moved against the hot muscle.
It was, Susie thought to herself, like being shot through with hot lead. The dick divided her body in two, and she grasped him at the small of his back so that he would move his belly in closer to her damp pud and her waiting, excited clit.
It had been crazy, she knew, not to lather up her asshole the way she had greased her cunt, with the clear jelly. The tissue inside her sphincter was parched, and she wanted his sperm to cool her, quench her. She tried moving up against him, to shove him deeper, but instead Kurt's stroke became more complicated and less penetrating. After he had been all the way inside her, after the whole of the cock had dipped way inside her belly, he was teasing her by the way the head would bend in sideways as it entered the now sweaty hole. Again she thrust her hips up off the bed, and this time she reached under her ass for the shaft of his prick. Her forefinger scratched the scrotum, pushing in between the balls, and her hand grasped the trunk while she shoved her plump little fanny down against it.
The feel of her begging for it with her lower body made him relent, excited him. He dug deep until she squealed, and then he stayed fully penetrated until she bumped to make him fuck her, make him stroke her with the solid erection until he creamed and made her come with him.
The look on his face would have made her smile and almost did, if she had not been on her guard to maintain a surface that would not threaten her patients. The expression that dressed Kurt's face was one of surprise, even of shock. Could it be she wondered, that he was surprised how quickly he had come with her? Of course, he had come into her through her anus, but his mouth had been all over her, starting at her cunt and belly, then sucking her tits and finally kissing her tongue, streaking past her lips.
The tightness of her asshole kept him tight inside of her, and the pressure may have had something to do with keeping him hard-as he seemed to be in the wake of climax. As if he knew what she was thinking, Kurt closed his eyes to cover his amazement. He rested the side of his face against Susie's breast while she stroked his cheek with her fingers-lightly, almost dreamily, flicking the hair that covered his ear with her thumb.
"What do you think?" She tried to sound detached as she asked the question, but she was not. Had Kurt not been so puzzled with his own reactions to ass-fucking her, he would have noticed.
"Do you want me to…?" He did not complete the sentence, did not even raise his voice at the last word to indicate a question, but Susie knew what he meant.
"No. I like having you inside me."
"Do women like it that way?"
"I do." She paused, wondering how much she could afford to venture. "I like it the other way too, of course."
"I fucked a girl once. Actually-twice, the same girl. Sort of fucked her."
"Huh?" Susie was puzzled by the way he twisted his answer, refining it as he went along, until he seemed to be saying something quite different.
"I didn't come, but I fucked her; I was inside her vagina." Coincidentally, when he spoke the word vagina, the inside of Susie's own quim vibrated, clamping shut around nothing. The movement inside the pussy was pleasant though, and she wondered if she could get Kurt to fuck her the traditional way. Jeff was still asleep, more soundly than at first, or so it seemed.
"You're still hard, aren't you?" She said it as though she were amazed, and her surprise proved to be contagious. Half in wonderment at his own powers, Kurt said that he was.
Susie moved her head against the pillow she had set under her head. She cocked it to the side hiding her neck and looking at him with the stare of a girl-child trying to seduce her father into the purchase of candy. She smuggled her hand, palm up, under his crotch, and wiggled her fingertips against the balls inside. The way he moved his stomach down against hers in response suggested he might just do it.
Without warning her he pulled out. Then he held her tightly and pressed the underside of the shaft against the externals of her sex organ. She felt a chill that began in her clitoris and filled the center of her belly. His legs were between hers, and she brought her thighs close in around them.
He slid up and down against her, not in a sexual way, but more as though he were trying to soothe himself by rocking. Still, the prick was hard, and perhaps he was building up the courage to come inside her, to break the walls of her quim apart and tuck her for real this time, in her woman's hole.
She tried to stroke the scrotum unobtrusively, subtly building a pleasure tension that would work its way up the cock and make him want to dive inside the pussy. The inside of her wrist stroked her own clit at the same time and she became alarmed that her own breathing was becoming fast and heavy, while his steady intake of air showed nothing out of the ordinary.
She put her other hand between them and stroked his chest until his nipple was hard. She pushed up and made him raise himself off her while she slid down under him on the bed. Kurt closed his eyes while her tongue made circles around his nipple. Her teeth dug in around the tit and bit at the pale blond skin. The touch of her tongue cooled him, surprised him. She was so gentle, and yet… at the same time she had taken hold of the very root of his phallus. She was squeezing it so tight he could feel the" veins strain. Her fingers tapped the flatter side of the prick, stopping just short of the glans but hinting at friction there. He brought the bulb at the prick's end down into her stomach, and Susie gasped as it plunged fiercely; a pocket of air was forced back and down, and she farted loudly.
"I'm sorry," she said, and she was even more embarrassed when Kurt laughed away her chagrin.
"No matter," he said. "It happens with guys all the time."
She sucked in on her stomach and jammed her ass into the mattress, then led the prick lower into the bush of pubic hair, and rolled the side of the stalk against her clitoris. Kurt knew what she was doing; his body was almost limp and he allowed himself to be led as she gave herself pleasure with his sex.
It was with a sigh that he drew his stomach back and then re-aimed the phallus lower, at the pit itself. She closed her eyes, waiting for him, and he did not disappoint her. When she felt the head of the prick move through the tangle of her cunt hair, she reached down to her box and both hands spread the slick lips with her fingers, holding herself open for the assault.
She let him slide down easy until he penetrated fully; she didn't want to bring the muscles in tighter, did not want to manipulate his cock In a vise at first. She would lie there and let him take the lead, overcome his hesitancy about balling a woman. The movement of his dick soothed her; she thought she could stay like that forever, his stroking her slowly, without either of them coming-she would just enjoy the feeling of being filled with a man's cock, her hunger sated. But the calm was disturbed by the quiet rhythm of the strokes, and she wanted more, more of him. She looked into his eyes, and he was staring at her, waiting for her reaction. She was only half faking when she began to moan, her fingers moving light and almost ticklishly up his sides. He grunted as he pushed deeper than before, and now she pulled her vaginal muscles tight around the cock and sucked him inside.
He rolled the end of the stick inside her, rubbing the dome near the start of her womb. She felt a tugging on her insides, a first tremor as she undulated beneath him.
He shifted his stomach from side to side and stretched the hole as he did. The clit felt the pressure, and Susie rolled her sweating palms over his buttocks, kneading them.
She moved her index finger down into the crack of Kurt's ass. The tip wiggled against the, ribbon of flesh and then pushed in more easily than she had expected. The finger slid all the way down, and it seemed to trigger the orgasm.
All the fluid welled up within the dork came spurting out with the third stroke of her finger inside his ging. He moved so wildly that he threw her hand out of the crack, and her finger unplugged the bung-hole as her arms spread in a crucifixion pose at her sides, taking his sperm happily, thirstily. The lining of her twat muscle drank the foam while her breasts vibrated and she gasped for air. The coupling in its last moments was so violent that Jeff stirred on his side of the bed and looked at them both in amazed wonder.
"What the bloody hell?" he said, staring at Kurt as his body collapsed on Susie's frame, her skin wet with perspiration. The blond's hands had grasped Susie's upper arms, and he was holding her tightly when at last his chest drilled itself to hers, covering her erected tits.
Kurt threw his head back, eyes closed. He rolled over on his side, but he didn't bother to dislodge himself from Susie's cunt. His body touched Jeff's, blond on black. The Negro's hand grasped Kurt by his naked waist, clutching at a pocket of tissue. His fingers moved down the pink stomach to where the genitalia were joined, and he tested the cock at its root. Kurt's whang had already begun to deflate.
The shock had not passed, but the anger apparently had. "I just can't believe it, man," he said, his words soft and directed into Kurt's ear from behind. Kurt was still breathing heavily, but he heard his lover's startled announcement.
"I know what you mean. I can hardly believe it, either."
"How was it?" Jeff asked with curiosity.
"It was far-out"
"You liked it?" Jeff was incredulous.
"Sort of," Kurt answered, sheepish at the challenge.
"Would I like it?"
"Maybe, man, I don't know." Susie could easily decipher the fatigue in his voice. On his side, his eyes were closed, and the only place they now touched was at their sex organs. She pulled back and freed him, but he did not move a muscle.
Susie looked at Jeff now, and the black looked at her as if for the first time. As if he were in a forest and had discovered a new kind of animal-and a new kind of danger.
Kurt had withdrawn into some private place, or wished to, and Jeff knew this just by looking at the body that inhaled and exhaled regularly without moving except to inflate and deflate.
Susie thought she would let time take its course. The two were paid for four hours' work, and she would soon discover if boredom might be an incentive to sex. She lay on her back, trying to hold in the moisture of the come, trying to keep from dripping the seed on the linen below. She relaxed; she knew she could not "seduce" Jeff into making love to her. Kurt still was something of an innocent, at least when it came to women. Jeff distrusted her, perhaps even more now that she had temporarily "stolen" his lover.
Five minutes passed, during which time Kurt had slipped into and out of a snore; he remained sleeping, however, though the soundness of the sleep had not been tested by any movement on the bed until Jeff arose. Susie opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, just in case he was checking. But he was looking across the room, and his hands were planted firmly on his hips. She waited for him to become the creature of instinct she knew him to be.
Then he turned, and she turned on her side and put her chin in her hand, leaning forward on her elbow. She raised her eyebrow, waiting for him to make the next move, but she did not say a word. Neither did Jeff. He swaggered over to the side of the bed. "I like floors," he said, and he threw his head back. She was surprised at how commanding he seemed-in a situation where he could hardly be at ease.
She rose up off the bed and sat down on the floor, her legs crossed loosely in front of her. Only the top of her pubic fur showed, and she curled one hand on each knee. He crouched lower, and his penis was only half stiff. She wondered if she should reach for it. She wanted to; it had a fierce beauty of its own, and she wanted badly to pump it. But she was afraid to take the lead away from him, and so she waited for his initiative.
On his knees, he pushed her back, and she straightened her legs as she let herself be instructed. She left them open, to make it easier for him to touch her vagina, but for the moment he came nowhere near her sex.
His own legs sprawled, he was moving up her chest on his knees, aiming the dick between her breasts and pushing them tight around the organ. His palms touched the nipples and made them stiff. He pressed the tissue until one of the dark circles rubbed the side of the penis. He curved his spine as he drove the head into the areola, and Susie felt herself go damp inside her cunt when the surface of the tit was moistened with his semen.
He was driving the cock into her jug, fucking her breasts, which wobbled beneath the pressure. His hand, behind him, moved over her stomach. But he hesitated just when he was nearest to her cunt and the hair that covered the area. She thrust her hips off the bed and her pud into the air, but he did not take the clammy bait she offered. His fingers hooked into the soft meat of her belly, pulling on her navel and making her sweat at her armpits and inside her vaginal slash.
"Both of her hands held his cock as though it were a sacred relic, rushing-fingertips just barely touching shining dark skin-up and down the tool's length, while Jeff moved his lower body up and down, making the cock tear between the boobs.
"I want to suck it. Please… let me suck it" Her fingers folded inside the crack, teasing the skin that led to the bung. Her thumbnail curled back to stroke the scrotal skin. Jeff did not move; he seemed to be considering the request.
"Of course… " she purred, rolling the tip of her forefinger over his shithole, "I could suck you… there!" The last word came just as she broke the seal with her sharp fingernail, pushing apart the muscle and moving inside the cock-worn asshole.
He bolted, touching her breasts with his rump as he moved up her body. But Susie grabbed his ass and held one cheek in each hand. She drew the globes apart and bobbed her head under them, rolling the edge of her tongue over the salty sphincter. He sighed, his whole body stiff, at the first movements of the tongue. Slowly he relaxed, easing down on her face, until he rolled his weight forward on his palms.
Now Susie's head was moving wildly up and down, tasting each millimeter of the ging. She flagged it with her tongue's tip, and she tried pulling at one side to open the muscle, but her forefingers slipped on the moisture her own mouth left.
She, impatient to hold on to something, began to chew at his flesh, pulled her mouth away and began to tongue-kiss his ass, biting into the tissue and grinding her teeth against it.
She was breathing heavily when she told him to get on his back. She was surprised at the meekness he showed in obeying. She hadn't meant to order or even suggest, but her excitement at having the big black cock inside her pussy had carried her away.
Her fingers moved through her hair and held the lips taut at the sides of the hole. She absent-mindedly rolled the flat of her thumb over her clitoris as she dipped her body down on his gleaming bronzed prick. She couldn't help groaning at the way it strained her, made her feel as though she was going to break on it.
The area just around the hole felt sore, and she felt uncomfortable the second that the first inch of phallic meat was inside her. She pushed up on her knees and decided she could lower herself more easily if, her hands palm down on Jeff's stomach, she literally screwed herself down the stake of the cock. She smeared some seminal film that had dripped out of his slit on her own privates, easing the way. She was stretching the skin down, pulling it toward his base and toward the kinky pubic hair, as If that somehow would make it easier to take the dick inside of her.
Jeff winced at the tightness of the grip. It seemed to confirm something he had always intuitively known about women: the way they would suck you it with their organs and then keep you prisoner inside their sex. With a man it was different. always it was violation, the rape of the asshole, and always he was the master.
Just as that observation passed through his mind, however, it was contradicted by the fact that Susie seemed to be easily sliding up and down his pole-pimping him, of course, but pumping him easily. His belly already felt like a pot being warmed over a campfire. The simmering warmed him, and yet a chill cut a path down his spine. He shrugged his shoulders involuntarily and watched her come down his erection. She was licking her lips, and her eyes were closed. She was breathing heavily; noticing this, Jeff realized that he himself was excited and his chest was moving at an advanced rate.
Susie's eyes were closed, and for some reason he wanted to touch her face. He put his fingertips to her cheeks. The touch was gentle, and Susie, opening her eyes and looking down at Jeff's face, was touched-and surprised at her own ability to be touched. The emotion was like a choking feeling deep III her throat or high in her chest.
She smiled tentatively, afraid that he might not want her to know, to realize the tenderness, or he might not wish to see her depth of response. The inside of her belly was making demands on her though, and she moved more quickly up his dong and slammed her pussy down harder against the base of his shaft.
She rolled her fingers through the net of dark crotch hair, and she felt her dampness on him. Her pussy was sloppy with moisture, and the smell of sex was heavy in the embrace of their bodies. His balls, as she poked them inside-the sac, seemed bigger, swelled with his ooze. He had begun to strain as he pushed up off the floor, his stomach muscles contracted, and into her, deep inside, thrusting the cunt-walls apart.
She took his hand tenderly and led it to her breast, moving with the wiggle she gave as she dropped down the cock. His hands grasped the creamy jug, and his fingers took turns crossing over the sharp areola. She moved her sweating palm over his hipbone, and she jabbed the inside of his navel with her index fingernail.
A vein she had not noticed before began to throb on the surface of Jeff's forehead. He was tightening his buttock muscles as he moved forward, a piston in mechanical motion inside her juicy machine.
She put her hands behind her head and twisted her body so that one hip was thrust out, then the other, as she threw herself down the erection, slamming her body, welding her own crotch to his. Her breasts moved like Jell-O, and the tits danced to the music of the black's groans. "Ah… oh… ah…!" he grunted, and the lather came out of him and into her, glutting her stomach as her cunt-walls sucked in on the fluid, replenishing themselves with new moisture in place of the moisture friction had taken away. Her hands moved under Jeff's neck and brought him off the floor-surprising herself with her own strength-so that her breasts moved against his face as she came with him.