She did not respect Dr. Chiver-by this time it had become obvious to her that she would have to do pretty much of an expose on the Clinic for the magazine-and yet she found herself flattered by the praise both he and Mrs. Talma heaped upon her in the aftermath of her performance with Kurt and Jeff.
It surprised her how Libby Talma managed to dominate the conversation when she shared a room with Dr. Chiver. "The post-therapy interviews were of course taken separately," Mrs. Talma told her in a rather sexy voice-a voice that belied her rather frumpy middle-aged figure.
"For purposes of experiment, and to simulate more closely a regular sexual involvement," she went on, "we're having both of the boys see different therapists here at the Clinic. Of course, they requested you, but we mustn't let them get too involved. "
Susie was rather offended that the woman referred to the two grown men as "boys." Wil Chiver looked as if he were about to form a syllable-indeed, he lurched forward in his office chair-but he was intercepted by Mrs. Talma.
"Your next assignment should be even more interesting, and, if I may say so, more personally satisfying. You see, we are working with a couple. The wife is bisexual and the husband straight as the young people say. We do not want to change them-they are both quite satisfied with their sex lives, which seems quite active and healthy. What we do wish is to observe them and to study, via videotape, the patterns of aggression and passivity with a female 'outside' put into the equation."
Libby Talma struck Susie as a bit pedantic, a failing she attributed to long contact with Dr. Chiver.
They had decided to put Susie in a new "suite" in the Clinic, and Susie was a bit flabbergasted when she saw it. It was hardly grand, but it was quite a change from the antiseptic and austere surroundings of her previous quarters. It had been designed to simulate a small "studio" apartment, and it included a bathroom and a small kitchenette, divided from the living room and bedroom by a formic a bar with several high stools. This, then, was her reward for dealing so successfully with Jeff and Kurt, the married homosexuals.
She was left alone in the room to relax before Donna and Bruce were brought in. She went to the closet, and there she found two nightgowns, one black lace and ankle-length, the other thigh-high and sheer white linen. Both were, thoughtfully enough, in her size; she debated her mood before changing into the frilly black negligee.
She was admiring herself in the mirror over the bathroom medicine chest when the door was rattled by heavy knocking-a man, she was sure.
She was right because Bruce's fist was still raised when she drew the door back and stood waiting. Curiously enough, Bruce's eyes glided past her and surveyed the modern interior of the apartment, while Donna looked at her' with the glance of a predator.
Bruce settled on the couch and was looking longingly at the bar. "Got anything to drink?" he asked, conscious that he was not being scrupulously polite, but sure that strict rules of courtesy need not be observed in these situations-that they might even be awkward.
Susie did not wish to make his breach more than a little obvious. She stood.still near the door, and let her eyes wash over Donna and Bruce as she said, "Hi, I'm Susie. I hope we're going to be friends."
"I'm Donna," the woman said, "and I'm sure we will be." She was tall and blond; her shoulders were broad for a woman, and her breasts, inside a bra, were big. Her legs were long and her calves well formed, though not thin. She was not quite pretty, but she was attractive. She had a good smile, and perfect peach skin. The way she carried herself showed confidence and athletic agility; she reminded Susie of what the reporter had always called a "California type, rather horsy but refined."
Bruce had not said a word since asking for refreshment, but his wife's enthusiasm had forced him to consider Susie afresh. Not complimenting her directly, he turned to his wife. "What did I tell you? Didn't I say they'd give us some good-looking ones?"
For the first time since she had begun the "job," an unmixed feeling of disgust passed through Susie, making her feel nothing better than a whore. Bruce repulsed her, and the feeling. was not tempered-as it had been in her other encounters-by sympathy or compassion.
Not that he was unattractive. Now that he was seated, she couldn't tell whether her first impression of his height-that he was shorter than his wife by at least an inch-was correct. He was in his middle-thirties, and his face had. features girls in high school tend to can cute; they had been frozen by the fifteen or so years since high school, the grimness of seeing an averaged high school senior made her wish he were uglier. Still, his body was good-thin, bony, but hard, the type she always enjoyed having sex with.
He had already kicked off his shoes, but Susie's attention was distracted by the way Donna raised her leg and put her hand on the heel of her patent leather shoe. The woman gestured to the other side of the room where heavy drapes covered the wall-length window. "Is that the bed?"
Susie nodded. She had already determined that Bruce wanted a Scotch-and-seven, and that Donna wanted a gin and tonic. She was herself surprised at how well-stocked the bar was. She didn't feel she needed relaxing, and it was always better, she thought, to work with one's full range of sensation, so she drank a Coke while the couple finished their drinks.
Both had moved to the bed, and Susie watched while Donna yanked her husband's belt buckle open and slid the belt through the trouser loops. She threw the leather snake to the floor and unzipped the zipper. Oblivious, it seemed, to Susie's presence, she pried the trunk of his short but amazingly thick prick from his boxer shorts. The fondness with which she touched the instrument was so apparent that Susie recalled Libby Talma's praise of their marriage.
She drew nearer to them, rather excited by the possibilities for voyeurism. Donna was licking her lips, making the pink lipstick shine, and Susie figured she would go down on him, widening her lips to take the whole of the massive trunk onto her tongue.
Bruce had thrust his head back and was leaning, chin in elbow, against the pillow. He put his hand out, an empty glass on the palm, and looked at Susie appealingly as if for a refill. She walked back into the kitchen and put the glass in the sink, ignoring the request: he wouldn't be much good for clinical observation if he were bombed, and right at this moment she was being monitored by closed-circuit television. She had been told that, but they hadn't mentioned where the camera would be. Her eyes scanned the room, and she found a small socket with one glass eye on each of the four walls. These were deluxe accommodations!
Susie was conscious of her breasts moving under the flimsy gown as she walked back toward the bed; the way the fabric clung to the tits, irritating them slightly but making them stiff, exciting her. They stood out hard and scarlet beneath the layer of sheer nightie. She was conscious of Bruce's eyes as well. His head turned to watch her. Susie tried returning the stare, but she found herself shifting her eyes to his crotch.
Donna's open mouth had slid up the shaft and now her lips circled the bulbous head, while the rest of the dork shone with spit. The blue veins stood out hard beneath the skin, with its shifting hues of pink and tan. His wife seemed to enjoy tremendously sucking at Bruce's dick, but he was apparently more moved by the nudity under the therapist s gown than by the tongue's manipulation. Donna's blow was soundless and smooth; the woman's eyes were closed as she pulled in on the organ.
Susie helped her by pulling Bruce's trousers and undershorts, now at his hairy thighs, down his legs, after first unlacing his shoes and pulling off his socks. The touch of Susie's hands on his limbs shifted his gears, and now he was sighing encouragement to Donna, fingering her scalp as her head turned from side to side and her mouth dropped lower down the penis.
Susie undid his shirt and rolled her fingers up and down his flat chest, poking the nipples until they were tingling and his breathing sounded asthmatic.
The coup de grace, in this case, was the way her tongue curled around the areola and her lips twisted over the thin hairs that lined the skin. Her fingers scratched amiably, lightly at his belly, and the back of her hand touched Donna's cheek, warm with excitement. She moved to Donna's lips with her forefinger, and she pressed the tip down on a drop of semen that the prick had already produced.
Bruce's whole body was moving with the rhythm of the pulsing cream inside his stomach; responding sexually, he was like a good rock-and-roll dancer. Not only his lower torso, not only his legs, but even his shoulders and his neck snapped with each beat.
Susie rolled her fingertip over the wet nipple, and she spread out on the large bed beside him so that she could run her tongue up the side of his neck, pushing it under his ear. His breathing became a deep wheeze at this, and he turned his head toward I her, his tongue half out of his mouth. He put his fingers against the base of her skull and pulled her toward him. Complying, she ran her fingers through his oily hair and waited for him to enter her mouth.
He teased her at first with the way his wet lips just twisted against hers, and his teeth pushed beneath them until her lips felt raw and her gums ached. When his tongue finally did glide past the lips, it was to soothe her. He put his hand to her breast, rubbing the tit with the inside of the dressing gown. He put his leg between hers, and he tried to shoot his knee up to her crotch, but the material would not follow, thus restraining him. He contented himself with pushing down on her belly with four of his fingertips. She felt them inside her pubic wool. She arched her spine and sent her buttocks off the floor, urging him to go lower-and he did.
He teased the labia and bent his forefinger at the knuckle, rubbing the tissue just around the clit. He was jamming his ass into the mattress while Donna continued to suck him, coming up occasionally for frantic gasps of air. "Not so much teeth, doll," her husband told her, drying her sweating forehead with the side of his hand.
Susie felt another set of fingers on her leg, this time under the negligee. These were softer and the nails were longer. Those nails scraped the skin gently as they moved up her thigh. The three of them were curled into a knot of flesh, and in the next moment Susie's vaginal muscles dilated at the feel of a single long finger invading the cunt-while above the skin of fabric, Bruce's fingertips bore down rhythmically on her button.
Donna's finger moved in a circle, stretching the walls of her cooze. The fluid from Susie's vagina was thick and warm on the woman's finger, and she felt the juice move under her nail. Donna brought her head up off her husband's short, thick stump and bent the cock to the side. It bent, but did not lose its incredible stiffness.
Susie saw almost immediately what Donna was trying to accomplish with her husband's willing approval. Donna had slid the garment up Susie's legs, and had turned her husband on his side. She was aiming the cock at the therapist's slickened pussy.
Bruce's hips were moving quickly and anxiously; he was not touching her now, but he was trying to place the cock in the slot. Susie waited, then took the phallus in her hand and, holding onto it, moved closer to him. She bent her back and stuck her stomach out a little; the dork made it inside those hot walls.
He was straining her with the thickness of the penis. She waited to see what Donna would do. The blonde got up off the bed and, thrusting her breasts forward, reached under the top to unsnap her bra. She sighed audibly when the click registered, and in a second Susie could see, from the comer of her eye, those two big breasts underneath the fabric, hanging without support. The tits were large and ripely erect. Donna was intent on the sight of her husband penetrating the therapist's raw twat, and she was lifting her hidden jugs, starting to masturbate her nipples while she stood watching.
"This isn't really comfortable," Susie said aloud, and with that she pressed her fingers deep into the small of Bruce's back, signaling him to mount her properly. In the traditional position he drove the dick all the way inside, rubbing his hairy crotch-skin next to hers.
Donna had pulled the top past her brown nipples, and she had her index fingers moving across both tits, while her thumbs poked at the sides. She pushed them closer together and spread her legs further apart, almost losing her balance. Then, quickly, she finished undressing. Glancing down at her large but feminine body, she went toward the bed and aimed her head between the four-legged sex machine oiled by sweat and internal lubrications.
She pulled on Bruce's scrotum with her forefinger and her thumb. She licked at the balls beneath the heavy skin, and in response he plunged down Susie's quim in a violent thrust. Her twat muscles answered by tightening around the prick. She had him locked so tight inside her that he had to wrench the cock out from her so that he could continue the rhythm. He was milking her so rapidly with the dong that she was not surprised when the next moment he yanked all the way out. Donna's mouth slid onto Susie's beaver and she whipped the labia and the clit with the edge of her tongue while Bruce got off Susie and pulled himself level with her face. He pushed his cock down from its upright angle and hunched forward, offering it to her for sucking.
She opened her mouth so wide that she heard her Jaw muscles pop. She was amazed by the size of the machine, its thickness. She grasped it midway down the stem and squeezed; the pressure made him shoot it down her mouth, almost gagging her. Her tongue flicked wildly at its underside in an effort to keep up. She stuck her finger in her mouth and pushed it to the glans. She turned her wrist and rolled the finger over the purplish ridge. Bruce groaned. Now, as her husband was fucking Susie in the mouth, his wife was exploring her cunt with tongue and firm, full lips.
She accompanied the cunnilingus with a digital massage that had Susie squirming to push her groin even closer. Donna's thumbs rolled over the labia while her tongue rinsed the clitoris in saliva. Then she began to pull in, sucking, at the pimple itself, releasing it against the crotch skin where she bathed it again with her tongue tip.
Finally Donna turned her hand and pushed four fingers inside Susie, stretching the walls about as much as her husband's cock had only moments before. She pumped the sore hole, soaking the bones in profuse vaginal moisture, while rubbing her chin and lips over the surging clitoris.
Donna raised her sights and her arms to her husband's bum. She spread her fingers out on his cheeks and then pulled the buttocks part to make the crack bigger. Then she went inside it with wet fingers and stroked the ging lightly and teasingly until Bruce began to gallop inside Susie's mouth, shooting come down her throat, charging past her teeth as they tried to close down and contain his thick trunk.
She let herself go, let herself twist and thrust her pud into Donna's mouth. Donna scratched the surface of Bruce's anus with her fingernails, and he groaned with pain as the last few clumps of sperm came out of his mouth. Susie was still lapping them up as Donna sucked in on her button, pressing her chin to her damp beaver-flaps. When she began to come down from the peak, her movements slowing, Donna knew one more trick to draw out the orgasm: she doubled her right hand in a fist and jammed the knuckles over the clit until Susie's body was racked by the convulsions of a second orgasm. Bruce pulled his cock out of her mouth, and the limp hose lay against her neck as he watched her face transmit the jolts of pleasure that were filling her cunt and pelvis. He waited until it was over and she exhausted, her skin coated with perspiration-to get off her and lie down on his back. He extended his hand down the bed to his wife, who took it with her own and squeezed it affectionately.
"You guys really go to town, don't you?" She could think of nothing that would tell them just how good her climax had been.
"Well, you might say we like it raw," said Donna.
"Nice and dirty, if you know what I mean," Bruce said with a smirk.
"How are you doing honey?" Donna asked her husband.
"I'll be ready in a second," Bruce replied, disclosing with his answer the real content of her question. He looked down at his prick at the same moment Susie gave it her appreciative glance. It was already starting to grow in heft.
"Now let's make love to Bruce, okay?" Donna asked Susie, and Susie nodded. Both women rose up off the bed and left Bruce spread-eagled in the center of the mattress. He looked at both women, especially at Susie as she lifted her arms and brought the negligee off her shoulders, disclosing her perfect nudity. His attention centered on the pink-and-black tangle of her crotch, and he smiled at a strand of white come at the corner of her mouth which stretched and popped as she started to yawn. Instinctively her tongue pushed out and cleaned the lip.
Susie straddled him first, settling her naked rump at the center of his chest. She leaned forward and brushed her jugs against his neck while she gathered his skull in her hands and tongued his lips excitedly. He stroked the back of her ear and pushed forward inside her mouth with his tongue. He moved his legs up the bed when his wife came between them to fellate him. She started by testing the erection with a hand-job, rushing the skin up and down over the glans and digging her thumb into the flatter side of the shaft while her pinky scratched the skin on the scrotum. The thumb stroked lower, and she forced it hard against the shaft covered by the bag. With her thumb still drilled to the base, Donna brought her soft mouth over the top of the cock and began.
She moved her upper lip against the slit, already coated with semen. She brought her tongue out of her mouth and tasted the dog-water. She pretended to bite into the cock below the glans, but her teeth didn't cut deeply, and while the pecker was still in her mouth she was pulling the skin up and down the shaft. She held the penis against her left inner cheek but Bruce, impatient, was already starting to move it in her mouth as though he were fucking.
Susie grazed his left tit with the edges of her lower teeth. She was pressing down at his belly, just below the navel, with her fingertips, as if to push the come down through his stalk. She shook her head and let her hair fall down on his neck and chest while she continued to slide her tongue sensuously and slowly over his.
Donna pushed two fingers up her husband's rear crack. He pressed the buns together and squeezed the fingers before they could penetrate the ging. She jammed the fingernail of her thumb into the base of the prick, and the shock of the pressure made him relax his buttocks. In a second she had penetrated the rectum with her index finger, and she was turning the bone around, stretching the sphincter and exciting him. He grabbed her head with his hands and tried to smash her lips to his drooling stick. She opened her teeth and let him pass over the tongue again.
Susie moved down the bed on her knees. She tongued the skin that covered his jagged hipbone, licked the indentation that led to' the pelvis, and massaged the skin around the base of the penis, pulling on the balls inside their sac. Donna was moving her head up and down one side of Bruce's prick, and Susie took the other side. When she came to the glans, she hesitated and flagged the tip from side to side. She slid down the wrinkled skin again and, with Donna, she covered the surface of the scrotum with spit, while Bruce ached at the way they were bumping his testicles against each other.
Donna smiled at the earnest attention Susie displayed. She was so distracted that she stopped her own cock-kissing and brought her lips to Susie's cheek while the latter pressed her lips to the side of Bruce's prick. Easily diverted, Susie's tongue fell into Donna's mouth, and the blond woman sucked in on it like a hungry animal. Susie felt that she was being drowned. Donna was playing with one jug, forcing the mound of tissue hard against the bones of her chest.
Tentatively, Susie reached out to the cleft between Donna's legs. The pussy was hot, and the lips were distended around the hole. She poked at the clitoris-which seemed much bigger than her own. She followed a trail of lubrication into the cunt itself. Her finger moved up and down the narrow quim, and then she flicked the clit outside with the wet finger. Donna returned the attention by bowing her head and starting to perform cunnilingus on her.
Susie's hand reached out for Bruce's prick, and the hand-job she gave him was a subtle massage. She touched every pinpoint of skin on the cock with the inside of her fist. She was slow with one stroke, fast with the next. She applied a fingertip's pressure at the root, and Bruce's ass forced the cock deeper in her hand; she closed her fingers tight around it and continued pumping.
Donna's mouth obscured the hairy base of her own lap. The blonde was like a cat licking cream, and the action of her skillful tongue provided splinters of sensation that penetrated deep inside the hole. With her own free hand she reached up to her breast crossing her heart with her forearms and pressed at her nipple. The tit swelled, and she poked at it even more firmly. The juice was coming out of her vagina walls, and Donna's mouth was filled with the salt-sour liquid.
Donna's blond hair covered Susie's own pussy wool. She closed her eyes, imagining the way the woman's tongue would come down and over her glistening labia and, at the same moment, she felt the strengthening of Bruce's erection. She yanked the skin down hard, and he thrust his stomach up. She pulled again, and then the orgasm started, the warm, wet-sticky proof of it covering the back of her hand, a new wad with each stroke. Some of the come moved inside her fist and greased the way for the last few tugs.
She was so excited that she pulled the skin automatic, several strokes after he had been drained completely. He had to push her hand away with his own before lying back, relaxed and satisfied.
Her hand covered with jism. Susie could think of nothing but the oral manipulation Donna was giving her. She wanted to return the attention, but she was sitting with her legs spread and Donna's mouth close against her twat, and she was already too excited to move, to manipulate herself into the sixty-nine position. Instead, her hands moved carelessly through the blond hair, smearing come on the golden flax.
She reached for Donna's big tits, rolling her palm over the dark circles until they were stiff and needle-sharp. Her fingers probed lower, toward the diaphragm, while her mouth played wet games on the woman's neck.
Her hands closed tight around the breasts and she squeezed them with all her strength each time the tongue rolled over her clit, making it ache with tension. Donna pursed her lips and blew at the tiny muscle, and a burning sensation traveled all the way up her steamy cunt. Donna's hands slid under her naked rump, and she breathed deeply as handfuls of her own ass-flesh were compacted rhythmically. The bedsprings groaned with the weight of all three, but especially with the jerking of the two female bodies.
Susie cupped Donna's face in her hands and looked her in the eyes. Then she awkwardly kicked her legs out and leaned forward on the bed. Only their lips touching, their bodies moving out in either direction, the two women kissed. Bruce's attention had been regained, and he watched as the two avidly traded tongues. Susie's fingertips pressed at the back of his wife's neck, but Donna's hands were stroking the therapist's upper arms, occasionally moving into the pit to smooth the almost hairless skin.
Bruce, legs folded in front of him, suddenly pushed down on Susie's neck with his fingers. He drew the skin this way and that, and she felt the rush of new blood. She was surprised at the expertise he showed in massaging her; it was the technique of a professional masseur.
In time he bent forward so that he could take her ear in his mouth. He licked the lobe, then twisted inside the ear itself, still rubbing her neck skin with his hands. His grip, however, moved lower, and Susie cooperated by raising her breasts off the mattress. The hands then took the jugs and played with them as she relaxed, pressing herself again to the bed. The tits jutted out hard into his palms, and they were as warm as the sheets were cool against the back of his hands.
When Donna moved her mouth, Susie thought it was to breathe more deeply, but instead the woman rose up and came closer. She lowered her ass onto her heels, and her cunt was about an inch from Susie's mouth. The curls of pubic hair tickled her nose, Susie pressed forward and found the bead of flesh with her lips.
She pulled in on it, tasting it and a tuft of hair at the same time. Meanwhile Bruce had brought his hands out from under her, and he was now "chopping" at her back with the sides of his hand. She felt a chill pass down her spine, and the massage made her feel more alert, more alive.
Her fingertips moved over Donna's belly. Her touch was light, but the softness only seemed to enrage Donna. The woman's hands slipped down to the sides of her slot, and she pulled the labia aside so that the hole fairly gaped open. Susie's tongue cut in, and Donna let go the flaps. The puffy ribbons of flesh moved against Susie's lips as she continued to kiss the pussy, smelly and sopping wet.
The pressure of Bruce's dick, erect and as thick as before, frightened her when she felt it on the small of her back. Her own cunt was sore now, and she didn't want to get herself all ripped apart; that would postpone the conclusion of her research. But she was so involved in sucking Donna off that she didn't bother to stop him as he rubbed the base of her spine with the underside of his cock.
At the same time his thumbs were digging into the plumpish buttocks, jamming the loose muscle against her tailbone. His other fingers tickled her just under the rims of the globes, and one finger even moved between her legs.
She didn't know whether to be relieved or even more frightened when he pulled back and stuck the pecker between the two cheeks. She had a foreboding that he was too big, much too big. Surely he must know that, she told herself. But he continued to batter her with the penis and the feel of it next to her skin, near her anus, was exciting her. She would be hard-put to resist if he actually did try to stick it inside her. Her rectum tightened. He massaged her backbone gently, with his fingertips.
Donna was groaning, Susie wondered if she had imagined the change in the clitoris' color. It seemed now more purple than pink, and the size of the bud made her wonder at her own talent for cunnilingus. She smashed her lower lip down on it, the full force of her teeth below. Her first two fingers shot up the pussy, and Donna's walls closed in fiercely, hugging the bones.
Donna leaned back and planted her palms on the mattress. She looked, with her legs stretched far apart, as though she were posing for a beaver-shot in a pornographic magazine. Her whole body was taut with excitement, and Susie whipped her with her tongue, though she couldn't tell how near to coming the blonde was. Donna seemed to be drawing out the pleasure, not letting herself go. Susie expected that if she did not try to hold back the tide of orgasm, Donna would at this moment be slamming her whole stomach wildly against her mouth. Instead, her response grew slower; she was rolling her pud up and down, side to side.
Bruce was pulling so hard on her buttocks that she felt as though she were ripping apart. The cock burrowed between the warm cakes of unmuscled flesh until the head felt the heat of her anus. He pushed further and tested the resilience of the cavity while he fastened Susie down with his palms, flat on either side of her spine.
She brought her buns tight together and held him while he rubbed, moving the prick up and down the canal. The friction made her want him more with each stroke, but she was terrified that he would break her open and make her bleed when he inserted the huge member.
A little dab of the goo spread over her coil of muscle tissue, and when he finally pressed it to her, she relaxed and let him charge. "Oh!" she exclaimed, this first time, when he brought himself back. The shock of the next attack was too great for her even to scream. In one miraculous thrust, he was inside.
Donna pushed herself close to Susie's mouth. Susie wrapped her hands around the woman's buttocks, and her teeth jammed against the cartilage below the skin and hair. Donna was coming, grinding her stomach into Susie's anxious mouth. The noises the therapist made as she sucked in the orgasm were grotesquely loud, but they were absorbed in the catlike whimpers of Bruce's wife, who was smashing her lips against her heels as she pumped with the undulations that were opening the muscles of her cunt, inviting Susie to stick her fingers up to the end of the snatch. The dilations, were interrupted by snapping muscular contractions and Susie held on to Donna, afraid the demon in her body would make her move too fast and out of oral range.
Donna's fingers streaked through Susie's hair as if in slow motion, once the demon had been exorcised. Susie's head dropped to the bed, and she rolled her mouth against the sheet below. Bruce had her pinned down, and each new stroke tore more skin as it pushed past the rectum and into the small hole.
He had pushed her legs back, and his hands moved under her thighs. With the fingers of both hands he was playing with her labia, making her squirm with the pressure he exerted on her clitoris. The air was knocked out of her with each forward stroke. She was exhausted, and though she had first strained for air, now she was just an animal. She let her body do the work; she was on "automatic pilot"-merely a collection of responses to stimuli. As such, her body relaxed and let Bruce do with it as he would.
What he wished, in this case, was to drive his phallus further up her than she had ever been penetrated before. Bruce thought to himself that it was like fucking a particularly tight virgin. Susie's body was limp, as limp as her ging was tight.
Even the vagina did not respond when he manipulated it. He wondered for a moment if she was conscious. He pulled out and leaned over to look at her face. Her head was turned to one side, and she was looking out under heavy lids.
Satisfied that she was awake, he moved down the bed until his mouth touched her pussy from behind. He was surprised at the pungency of the odor from her asshole. He licked the external genitalia with his tongue, softly, as though it were the organ that hurt. Then he sat up and dabbed his fingertips into the sweaty slime. Holding one cheek aside, he ran his fingertips up and down the bruised rectum; Susie sighed with the relief of the moisture.
Next he dipped his fingers inside her box, and then pushed the index into the anus. There was no difficulty in pushing it deep; the cock had prepared her for this narrow joint.. The walls of the cavity seemed to suck in the moisture, and he repeated the transfer of lubrication several times, while his wife looked on.
He was greasing Susie for the next penetration, but now Donna leaned across her back and kissed him. His open palm rested on the curve of Susie's rump, while he let his wife lead-once the two mouths joined. He took her breast in his free hand and pushed his cock against Susie's upper leg, which shimmered at the pressure. He was excited by the idea of having his wife's jug in one hand and a strange woman's butt in his other. A drop of creamy fluid pushed out through the slit in his penis, and his arousal made him turn in greater earnest to shoving himself up Susie's ass.
Susie found that her ass ached now even though he had removed his phallus. She even missed the bulk of it, and a ticklish feeling surged through the knot of muscle that guarded the bung's interior. When he pushed between the cheeks, she half welcomed the sodomy she knew would follow. She dug her fingernails into the sheet and waited for the cock to pass through her. A sharp pain in the center of her stomach told her it had.
She watched, as if in a dream, the way Donna stretched out on the bed and spread her legs. The purplish ridges of labia hung loose around the cunt; her blond-brown hair in that region was darker than before, from the moisture of sweat. One of Donna's arms was drawn across her breasts, and the tits were covered by the straight line of her forearm.
The other hand slipped almost hesitatingly down her diaphragm and across her belly. It stopped just at the overturned base of the pubic triangle. The woman's legs joined together and barely obscured the surface of the pussy. The fingers joined tight together and crept inside the locked thighs. At the moment she pushed the tips up against the snatch, the legs parted and her tongue pushed out over her lower lip. The tongue moved back inside, but in a second Donna's upper front teeth bit down on the moistened bottom lip-in satisfaction at the way the two fingers had jammed all the way to the bases.
The sharp pain of the earlier strokes had been replaced with a dull ache that spread from her anus to the whole of Susie's fatigued body. Her rectal cavity was snug around the stiff muscle, and she was pressing her clit up against the bed. She wanted him to shoot the cream; she knew his ejaculation would be enough to give her an orgasm, to build the pleasure inside her clit into a climax that would break through her body like a gunshot.
Donna was throwing her body forward as though she were performing a ritual dance, some sacrifice to a tribal god. Her hand was open now, and it was the palm that was massaging the clitoris and the twat-lips. Her other arm seemed to be flailing at the erect tits, and her breathing was loud and erotic. For the first time, she had turned her attention to her husband's activities with Susie. She looked at Bruce's face, contorted with the difficulty of penetrating four inches up the slot. "Cornhole her, Bruce," she said softly, in her most seductive voice-at once coarse and demure-as though the performance were neither for Bruce or Susie, but for her own pleasure.
He was all the way inside of Susie when the first wave came. The penis moved in a single spasm, and the lava flew off up into her bowels. Susie's eyes widened; she could hardly believe the intensity of the sensation, in which pleasure was mingled so closely with pain. She saw in a brilliant image the excited look on Donna's face as she watched her husband attains satisfaction "Uh… ere…!" Susie groaned. He didn't move the stick back at all, but only deeper and deeper with each new emission of foam.
At last he was through, and his whole body collapsed upon her, just when she felt weakest. Donna was no help, because she had fingered herself into an orgasm that was making the whole bed move. The vibration seemed to push Bruce's spent cock even further up Susie. Donna's mouth was half open, but her tongue was curled behind her teeth. Her eyes were shut, but the position of her eyebrows indicated ecstasy.