4 comments/ 17635 views/ 6 favorites Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: First Time Physical Therapy By: Trixareforkids This story is for adult entertainment. If you find it entertaining it is in part thanks to the wonderful editing of pacifist91w. * Betty wasn't sure how physical therapy was supposed to help her, but at this point she was willing to try anything to stop her embarrassing problem. She'd been doing the exercises the doctor had given her--but they just weren't working. He said that Betty could try physical therapy. If that didn't work, then the next step would be surgery. After her C-section eleven months ago, Betty wanted to avoid surgery if at all possible. She'd gotten directions at the information desk and followed them to this large room. It looked like a gym had mated with a massage parlor. She was only a little early, so she was surprised that no one was about when she entered. "Hello?" "Out in a minute." The voice was feminine; that was a bit of a relief. "Make yourself comfortable; you're my last appointment today." Betty walked around the room, unsure how exactly to get comfortable under the circumstances. How did one go about therapy for weakened vag muscles? She'd done the kegals the way the doctor had described--all the time, in fact--except for when she was breast-feeding. Having the baby sucking while clenching down there just weirded her out. "Oh geez!" She realized that she'd forgotten her hand pump. This could get very uncomfortable. She hoped she didn't start leaking before she made it home. She laughed to herself when she thought about what hubby had said last night when she said it was time to wean the baby. "But what about me?" It was nice having someone who knew how to suck without biting. Her little man was biting. A lot. Time to give them up! "It's good to hear laughter in here." She was exactly what Betty pictured a physical therapist would look like: tall, lean, athletic build, more a swimmer's body than a runner's. Her long, tan legs were hugged by spandex athletic shorts. Her arms were well-defined but not overly muscular. Surprisingly, she had a little belly that didn't fit the rest of her build. Betty couldn't resist. "I'm sorry. I know it's rude, but are you pregnant?" The woman laughed. "I am, actually, and you're the first client who's had the courage to ask. Hi, I'm Paige." Betty laughed, "Oh, that's perfect. Nice to meet you Paige, I'm Betty! Between the two of us, we could make a good Betty Paige." Paige gave a chuckle of her own. "Funny, I think you're right. If you mashed us together, we'd make a good Betty: your hair, face, and boobs and my long limbs and wasp waist. So Betty, you're here for pelvic strengthening, is that right?" Betty nodded. "Yes, that's the idea, but I'm not sure how we do it. I've been doing my kegals, honestly. I do them practically all day." It all came out in a rush. Betty looked down, embarrassed when she finished. Paige stepped over and put an arm around Betty's shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. It happens. You strained the muscles trying to pop that baby out is all." Betty looked up. "Was that in my file?" "I'm guessing, mostly because of that." Paige nodded at Betty's now-damp chest as she let go of her shoulder and turned to face her. "That happens all the time too. No worries, just us girls here! Why don't you fill in the details for me?" Betty looked down at her large, wet chest. "Well, shit. I forgot my hand pump and I don't have a change of clothes. I can't believe how totally unprepared I am today." "Like I said, no worries. I've got a shirt--though not a bra--that will fit you. When we're done, you can wear it out of here so you're not advertising on your way." That got a laugh out of Betty. "'Advertising' indeed! I didn't realize until I started breast-feeding just how many guys find it erotic. I get the lustiest looks when I'm doing it in public. It's only other women who seem to have an issue." Paige nodded. "Women with kids, right?" "Yes. I get, 'It's not proper' or 'Do that in private.' Uh, I'm feeding a baby, not having sex." Paige said, "It's because they're thinking the same thing the men are. Don't tell me that it doesn't feel deliciously erotic when it's your husband instead of your baby." Paige raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, I will say that I can't do kegals while breast-feeding. It makes me think of sex." Betty blushed a little. "Perfectly normal: women who haven't breast-fed don't know the difference. They assume it's all erotic and freak out. It all depends on who's on the other end." Paige smiled. "Okay, back to why you're here. Was it a long delivery?" "Oh gods. It went so long that they gave up and performed a C-section." "Did you have problems before that?" "Not before the pregnancy, but my little man seemed to settle right on top of my bladder. I felt like I had to pee all the time, but in order to actually go, I had to bend forward and push him off my bladder." "And now?" "Now I'm okay until I cough, sneeze, or have a good hard laugh. Oh--even more embarrassing, a couple of times when having sex, I've had a little stream come out right before I came. Hubby's a dear and hasn't said anything, but I saw his eyes go wide the last time it happened." Paige smiled at Betty. "The first three we'll work on, but I think the last may be here to stay. I believe you're experiencing female ejaculation. It's not pee, although I know it can feel like it. I tell you what: we'll work on the leaking. When that's under control, you'll know that the other isn't pee. Okay?" "If you say so. I just want to be able to laugh, cough, or sneeze without having to cross my legs or spritz myself when it comes on too fast." "We will definitely work on it. To do it properly, you're going to have to deal with a bit more embarrassment." "Oh geez. How so?" "Well, it's a matter of how comfortable you are with being examined down there." Betty laughed. "Ha! After having a baby, I've gotten quite used to examination. But what exactly will you be observing?" Betty had butterflies in her stomach. She'd never had a female GYN. Sure, the nurses at the hospital had checked her, but it was quick and perfunctory. Also, she'd been a bit out of it then and hadn't cared who was doing what. She'd just wanted the baby out. Here and now though, fully dressed with an attractive woman in front of her, the thought of being examined was promoting new feelings. She hadn't experimented during college, having met hubby in the second semester of her first year. It was one of the things she'd always wondered about; the way her dorm mates talked about it sounded intriguing. She shook herself back reality when Paige spoke again. "That's good; maybe it won't be embarrassing after all. Being a swimmer and a physical therapist, I lost all hang-ups about nudity long ago. I know lots of women who are more embarrassed to be unclothed around other women than men." "Oh, I got past that in college. Half the girls seemed to own only one towel, which they used for their hair." Betty laughed. "Ah, college--those were the days." Paige gave a wistful sigh. Betty gave a nervous chuckle, sensing a Sappho vibe from Paige's wistfulness. "So, what's first?" "Let me grab gloves and towels. I'll need you to undress from the waist down. I'll be right back with a towel for you. I think the table there would work best." Betty looked where Paige pointed. The table was padded with a thick mat like in gymnastics rooms. The table was probably waist-high for Paige. When Betty walked over to it, she found the top of it was just above her belly button. She sat on the bench near the table to take off her shoes. When she stood to remove her pants and panties, she blushed. She was wet. It wasn't from spritzing. Thinking about what she'd missed in college and the lovely, long, lean Paige examining her had had an effect. Betty used her cotton panties to try to absorb some of the evidence. Betty felt a wave of heat and a new surge of embarrassment when Paige came back without a shirt. She was in just a zip-front sports bra and spandex shorts, leaving little for Betty to imagine (though she was imagining inappropriate things!) *** Had Betty known what Paige was thinking, she would have been more excited than embarrassed. Paige knew she ought to reschedule Betty with another therapist; it was totally inappropriate to work with a patient she was so attracted to. She took her time getting the supplies while she tried to convince herself to do the right thing. She'd gotten a vibe from Betty, however, that made her too tempting to resist. At four-and-a-half months pregnant, Paige was terrifically horny all the time. Work and swimming usually helped to take the edge off until her partner got home and she could indulge. Patti hadn't been home for the past three days, however; she was attending a week-long conference. Paige had been taking care of herself in Patti's absence, but she knew Patti wouldn't mind if she had a little fun without her. She'd tell Patti all about it over the phone while they played with themselves. Paige grabbed a few towels, expecting to need them. The thought made her break into a grin that she was still sporting when she came back out of the small office. She'd removed her top when she felt a wave of heat. They kept it fairly warm in the PT room in deference to the older folks they often saw. On her way out of the office, Paige bumped up the temperature a couple more degrees to make sure they'd be comfortable if she got herself and Betty into the state of undress she hoped to. The capable therapist went to the bench Betty had left her neatly-folded pants on and set down her stack of supplies. "Just a minute, let me make sure we're not disturbed. I doubt you want to show your goodies to any curious passersby. Oh, sorry. Here! Take this, lay it on the lower half of the table, and climb up. I'll lock the door and kill some of the overhead lights so it's not quite so clinical." Paige was halfway to the door when Betty said, "Climb is right. Geez, these things aren't made for short people!" Paige laughed and pointed to the base of the table. "It has a pullout stool. And you reminded me; I should grab my own stool so I can properly see what we're dealing with." The thought of having her face in Betty's center was getting Paige excited. She hurried through her tasks, returning with her wheeled stool in moments. Betty was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging her legs in obvious nervousness. Betty wouldn't be the first "nervous virgin" she'd handled. Being at work, she'd have to control herself enough to soothe Betty's nerves quickly and deftly. She preferred to drag it out, building the anticipation, but circumstances demanded different tactics. She wished Patti was here to act as wingman. Paige sat on her stool a couple of feet from Betty, allowing Betty the power position. Paige put on her gloves. "I'm afraid we don't have stirrups: not much call for them. Would you be more comfortable lying or in a seated-reclined position? We have those big wedges to put behind your back." Paige knew Betty's response would be a good indicator of her chance of success. If she wanted to lie down, then this was purely medical for her. If she wanted to sit up and watch Paige examine her pussy, then she might be open to more than an examination. Betty stopped swinging her legs and closed her eyes a moment. When she opened them, Paige could see an edge of hunger and curiosity there. "I think I'd like to see what's happening. If that's okay?" "That's perfectly fine, probably best. You'll know what to do when you work on your own--or with your husband, if he's willing." Paige got up from her stool and grabbed one of the large wedges. "Oh, he's always willing to help if it involves pussy. Oh! That was crude wasn't it? I'm sorry, I may be a little nervous." Betty looked her up and down as she brought the wedge. "No worries," Paige told Betty as she positioned the wedge and indicated with her hands how she wanted Betty to align herself. She patted Betty's rear to indicate she should scoot to the edge of the table. "You just lie back now and relax as much as possible. I'll be using two fingers, like the doctor; but I promise it won't feel like a doctor's exam." Paige turned away to hide the smile that Betty's little drawn breath brought to her face. This was going to go her way, all right! When Paige was seated, she looked up at Betty, who had her hands on her ankles to help keep her feet at the edge of the table. Paige looked at Betty's chest and noticed that the damp spot on her blouse had spread. "You know, I turned up the temperature. You could remove your shirt if you'd like. Keep it from getting wetter." Betty looked down at her chest. "Oh geez, I don't know. I seem to be leaking quite a bit." "That must be uncomfortable. I brought extra towels. You could strip down and use a towel. Your clothes may dry before you leave." "You don't mind?" Betty's voice was very tentative. Paige could tell she wanted to strip but was looking for approval. The thought of those milky breasts was heating Paige up. "I think it's perfectly natural. Would it make you more comfortable if I were topless as well? It is quite warm in here." "Oh, that would make me more comfortable: like friends in a steam room. To tell the truth, getting rid of this bra would be great. I haven't gone without except in the shower since my son was born." "Not even with the hubby?" Paige teased. "No, not even then. Nursing bras and quickie sex. Gods! I do miss leisurely sex." Betty unbuttoned her shirt slowly as she spoke. Paige unzipped her sports bra and tossed it to the bench. "That's terrible. No family to babysit while you and hubby play?" "Unfortunately no. It's been catch as catch can since I recovered from the C-section." Betty had her blouse almost unbuttoned but her feet were slipping off the table. "Here, let me hold your feet for you." Paige stood between Betty's legs and held her ankles. Her thumbs rubbed the inside of Betty's feet. Betty finished unbuttoning her blouse and flounced it open. Paige's mouth watered a little. Betty's breasts were mashed together by her too-tight bra, causing a massive swell of cleavage. "Betty. Sweetheart, I think you really need a bigger bra!" Paige meant it to come out with a laugh, but all that came was a breathy sigh. "They're not always this large. I fed little guy before I left, but he's eating more food and not drinking as much as he used to. My boobs haven't figured that out. That's why I usually take the hand pump with me." Betty was watching Paige watch her chest. "Let's get you up so you can let them out for some air. They must be suffocating in there." Paige took Betty's hands, but only took a small step back as she pulled Betty up. "Let me help you." She released Betty's hands and slid the blouse down Betty's shoulders. "Can you get the clasp or would you like a hand?" Their chests were only a foot apart. "Some help would be lovely." Betty had scooted her butt back as she sat up. She leaned forward, putting the balls of her feet on the portion of the foot stool that was sticking out. She stepped down and turned around. Paige took in Betty's gorgeous backside. She was a curvy little thing: padding in all the right places, nice, round ass that Paige wanted to grab. As Paige undid Betty's bra, Betty said, "If it weren't for those spandex pants, I'd never have guessed that you were pregnant." Paige unclasped the bra. Betty let it fall and tossed it to the rest of her clothes. She turned around and looked at Paige's waist. "How is possible that you still have a waist? How far along are you?" Paige just shrugged in reply as she looked at Betty. Gods, what beautiful breasts, so milk heavy, pale and swollen with such dark nipples! They were erect, just waiting to be sucked. "Let's get you back on the table. I'll get you a towel. How about we roll it up and put it under, so they can get some air for a change?" Betty got herself back into position while Paige rolled the towel. She raised her eyebrows at Betty. When she gave a little nod, Paige lifted each breast and placed the towel gently. She watched a few drops of milk roll down Betty's right breast and soak into the towel. "Shall we get started?" "Well, as you said; it's just us girls and it is warm. Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the buff? I know I wanted to be naked the whole time I was pregnant! Actually, I wanted to be having sex the whole time I was pregnant and being naked made it much quicker." Paige laughed. "Me too! I don't think I've ever been so horny! My partner is loving it. Unfortunately she's away at the moment." Paige pushed off her shoes with her feet as she spoke. She grabbed the last towel to put on her stool. She shucked off her shorts. As she sat again, she said to Betty, "You know, I've never worked in the nude! But it is just us girls and I'm positively glistening." "Oh, me too. I'm glad it's not just me. That would have been embarrassing." Paige scooted her stool and put her hands on Betty's thighs. "As you've surmised by now, I'm a lover of women's bodies. No need for embarrassment! The only time I feel embarrassed is if there's a miscommunication. I think we understand each other though. You're here to learn about controlling your issue; I'm here to help you. If we make some new discoveries along the way...so much the better, eh?" "Yes. New discoveries are almost certain and would be...enlightening." Paige ran her gloved fingers down Betty's thighs to her bikini line, focusing her attention on the outline of hair there. "Let's see what we can discover about your issues. Have you had any sort of physical therapy, Betty?" With a half-smirk, Betty replied, "No, but I've always wondered what exactly it entailed." Paige looked down to Betty's soft, fur-covered mound. "I've had more than a few women wonder when they learn I'm a therapist." Betty chuckled. "I don't doubt it." "Now Betty, I'm going to gently massage between your folds. When I stop, I want you to give everything a good squeeze so I can see the muscles act. Ready to begin your therapy?" "Uh huh." "Okay, here we go." Paige used her left hand to separate Betty's outer lips. With her right, she took her index and middle fingers and dipped them in the moisture at the fluted opening. She ran her fingers up the outside of the inner lips and her thumb up the center. She could see the involuntary tightening this caused. She stopped her thumb short of Betty's clit, though she ran her fingers up either side of it. Paige smiled as Betty's legs came open more. She glanced over to see that Betty's fingertips were digging into her ankles. And she'd barely begun! She suspected that Betty had been dreaming about something like this for years. *** In fact, Betty had! Now that it was happening, she intended to let herself enjoy it to the fullest. With Paige running her gloved fingers--that were slick with Betty's juices--up and down her lips, Betty was sorry she hadn't experimented in college. Though she'd told hubby repeatedly that she liked to have her lips played with, he never did so for more than a moment or two. When he did, he mostly just pulled on them or flapped them like little wings, which was more annoying than anything. She'd given up trying to get him to play with them properly years ago. Now she was luxuriating in not just the feel but the sight of it being done. It being done by a woman whom Betty considered beautiful was simply a bonus. There were very few women to whom Betty was attracted. Having this blonde goddess between her legs was a fantasy come true. "Okay, sweetheart; let me see you clench." Betty clenched as she'd done with her kegals: tightening in stages to a four-count, releasing the same way. Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: First Time Physical Therapy "That's good. A few more times for me, please." She watched Paige's fingers move to her opening. Paige rubbed along the edge as Betty went into the release portion of each cycle. After five reps, Paige said, "Good. Now I want you to relax a minute; I'm going to feel inside and push against the muscles. Don't resist yet! I'm just getting an idea of the 'lay of the land.' You ready?" Betty nodded. Paige slid in two fingers. Betty's knuckles went white. "Relax, sweetheart! I know what--why don't you put your feet on my shoulders and free your hands to massage those swollen breasts of yours? After being trapped all day and night in too-small bras, I'm sure they'd like a soothing rub." Betty had been dying to play with her breasts. They were so full and tight that they were starting to ache a bit. Without taking her eyes off Paige's hands, she brought her own to her breasts. She lifted them away from her body, bringing them automatically towards her face. She'd never told hubby or done it in front of him; only when she was in the shower had she indulged in her new ability to suck her own nipples. Now she did so without thinking. The ache started to ease as soon as she clamped her lips to her nipple and started to suck. As the warm milk flowed, so did her honeyed juices. She smiled a moment and switched breasts. She heard a little exclamation from Paige. Paige was slowly rotating her fingers inside Betty. She'd begun by hooking them just inside her entrance and pulling down. Now she was deeper and she'd found Betty's g-spot. Betty's eyes jumped to Paige's face as her hips lifted slightly. Paige was watching her, eyes going back and forth between her eyes and her mouth. "I envy your ability to do that. I wonder if mine will get large enough?" "I discovered that I could a couple of months ago. Hubby had stopped just before I felt like I might come. I wanted to see if I could come from sucking alone: not quite, but with just a little clit play, I have the best orgasms!" "Speaking of orgasms, I think it would be informative to feel that. Shall we see how tightly you clamp when it happens?" "That would be heavenly." Paige rolled her stool so that she could bring her mouth to Betty's crotch. Betty switched back to her right breast, having taken the edge off the pressure in the left. So much better than a pump, she thought to herself. She could feel the tell-tale tingle beginning in her nether region. Betty couldn't wait to have those lovely, full lips on her lower lips and clit, sucking up her flesh and her growing need. Betty began sucking her nipples in earnest when Paige slid her tongue up her slit and flicked her clit. *** Paige lightly circled Betty's clit with her tongue for a full minute before dipping in to really taste her. When she got a taste, she knew she didn't want to rush Betty to orgasm. She wanted to tease and bring her closer by degrees, to hold her on the edge as long as possible. She didn't know what made Betty taste so good, but she wanted to dine, not snack. When she came up to give her clit a little suck, Betty bucked into her mouth. The naked therapist lifted her head and said, "For therapy to be effective, you have to have patience and take things slowly. It takes time and effort to strengthen weakened muscles." "I understand. I'll follow your lead and try not to bemoan the pace you set." Betty smiled and batted her eyelashes at Paige. Paige laughed. "I'll try to set a pace that's not too much for you to handle." Betty's smile cleared and she said more seriously, "I never suspected I'd find PT so enjoyable and beautiful." Paige knew she had classic good looks, but Patti wasn't here to make her feel good about her changing body. It was nice to get a compliment from a woman she found so attractive. As for Betty, she was too young to be considered a MILF. She still had the cuteness of the sweet, round-faced girl-next-door. With her gorgeous black hair in its Betty Page style and her luscious curves, she was quite adorable. Paige thanked heaven for the many blessings of this one delicious little woman as she got back to her feast. She massaged Betty's inner lips between her thumbs and middle fingers, using her index fingers to lightly rub the sides of Betty's clit. Every so often, Paige would pull her open to get a good taste and softly suck her clit, until Betty pushed up, into her mouth. She'd look at Betty now and then to watch her suckle herself. Paige was determined that when she finished feasting, she'd get a taste of both Betty's mouth and her milk. With each round, Paige let Betty rub into her face a little longer until she felt Betty's whole body tense. She re-entered with her fingers and stimulated her g-spot. She bared her clit and latched on with gentle, steady sucking. *** Betty built steam for a truly juicy orgasm. She panted between breast changes. When Paige entered her again and started her magnificent sucking, Betty knew she would come soon. She latched onto her own breast like someone starving. Between her and Paige's sucking, the build-up peaked and her orgasm finally washed over her. Her shaky legs locked. Feet pressed into Paige's shoulders as her hips rose and fell. Paige's mouth followed her movements without noticeable change in pressure. Betty's mouth relaxed. A long, low moan rose in intensity and she panted a clipped, "Oh god!" as wave after wave rolled over her. *** Paige finally removed her mouth as Betty settled her buttocks back onto the table, legs trembling. Paige stood without removing her fingers. She let Betty's legs slide off her shoulders. "I think we need to scoot you back before you slide off the table." She had turned her wrist as she stood. She ran her thumb up Betty's slick lips to her clit. Ever-so-lightly, she tickled Betty's clit as Betty sat up and scooted her rear backward. Paige released Betty's pussy and reached past her to push the wedge back to the wall. Without a word, Betty gently cupped Paige's smaller breasts and kissed each nipple. Paige brought her hands to Betty's hair and used her fingers to cradle Betty's head. Betty took this as a sign and leaned her head back for a kiss. Paige leaned down and put her glistening lips to Betty's. They indulged in a long, slow, get to know you kiss before Paige came up for air. "Scoot back, sweetheart. I'm dying to taste those milky breasts. I want you to come on my hand again while I taste them." "Oh, Jee-zus! I don't know if I can. I've never come more than once before!" "Never?" "No. By the time I'm done--if I get there at all--hubby is right behind me. Then he's ready to clean up and go to sleep." "Oh, honey, you really do have some exploration in store then. And we need to teach that hubby of yours a few things as well!" Betty scooted back until she was fully reclined on the wedge on the table. "I didn't realize how big this table is." "They're made to accommodate athletes: perfect for other things, though." Paige climbed onto the table and traced her hands up Betty's legs to her sides. She quickly moved from her ticklish spots to her breasts. These she took in her hands and lifted, pushing them together, nipples only inches apart. Milk seeped out. Paige brought her mouth to each in turn, tasting a bit from each. "Funny! The milk from the left tastes just a bit sweeter." "I noticed that too. It explains why little man seems to prefer that one." "To be honest, while it's seductive, it's not nearly as good as pussy--and you have a very sweet pussy." *** "I have nothing to compare it to." Betty took Paige in--long and lean and tan all over, even her breasts. They weren't nearly as big as Betty's but they'd felt good in her hands. She didn't want to disappoint Paige by telling her that she didn't think they'd get big enough for Paige to suck them herself. She felt sure that Paige would rarely lack a willing partner to suck them for her. Paige shifted, put her hand on Betty's mound, and tilted her head at Betty. "If you're really interested, after we're done with your therapy, maybe I'll give you a comparison. For now, I want to test your stamina." Ye gads! I'm going to get a chance to come again AND taste her: so far, physical therapy rocks! Betty's head fell back as Paige brought her mouth to a very sensitive nipple. Betty gave over to feeling, left her head back, and closed her eyes. This time, she wanted to judge if it was as good as she'd thought or if it was just the novelty of having a beautiful woman instead of her husband. Even if he did occasionally leave her high and wet, he did know how to get her off fast when they were both looking for a quickie. It was only a couple of minutes before Betty stopped trying to compare and actually relaxed into the sensations Paige was creating in her. *** Paige felt Betty completely relax. She'd been waiting for that. She didn't change what she was doing except to switch breasts. She used her left arm to balance herself; her right hand had gone back to exploring Betty's depths. Paige was surprised that Betty was having a leakage problem. She was doing a good job of squeezing Paige's fingers. Paige thought that she'd get Betty an EVI to wear during the day and see if that helped when added to the kegals she was doing. Both Patti and Paige liked their EVIs. They were always so tight right after they took them out that it was their favorite time to 69 and have some hand play. Paige's hand was palm-up; she used her fingertips to stimulate Betty's g-spot and her thumb to rub her clit. Rather than getting too sensitive, Betty's clit seemed to enjoy a little rougher play the second time around. Instead of making sure there was plenty of lubrication, Paige was occasionally wiping some of the moisture into Betty's bush. Betty soon began to rock her pelvis into Paige's hand and pulled her nipple away from Paige's mouth. Paige guessed Betty's nipples had become hyper-sensitive, so she left them alone. She sat up and repositioned herself between Betty's legs. She increased the pressure of her right hand and used her left hand for more intense clit play. The effect on Betty was immediate; she planted her hands and feet on the table and started her adorable little pants. Paige wanted to taste her sweetness again but she could tell that Betty was getting close, so she held her course. She let Betty change the rhythm with her pelvic movements. Betty's orgasm began. Paige laughed as Betty's pants turned to a mumbled, "Fuck me. Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." The "yeahs" got louder as Betty's hips rose with her orgasm until her legs locked and her pelvis stopped moving. Paige didn't stop her motions until Betty's inner muscles stopped their pattern of clench and release. *** Betty lowered herself back to the table and opened her eyes wide. "Holy mother! That was even stronger than the first! I haven't had one that strong in years." Paige smiled at her as she took off her gloves and dropped them beside the table. "I noticed that after coming the first time, your nipples became more sensitive and your clit less. That's probably the secret to your coming a second time: more pressure and friction. Honestly, I wouldn't recommend going a third round; you'd be quite sore. As it is, you'll most likely be more tender than normal." "Okay....So what's the analysis? Is it hopeless?" "Oh no! Keep up with your kegals. When you come to your next session, I'll have something to help you. I think both you and your husband will enjoy this little device. Patti and I love ours." "Ooh, another session and a device sound great!" Paige laughed. "You're actually nicely tight. If you keep up with it, you should be where you want in no time." "Not spritzing myself, you mean." Betty smiled. "Now how do I thank you for this wonderfully enlightening therapy session?" "Earlier, you said you had nothing to compare your taste to...." Betty started to sit up, licking her lips. Paige gave a little laugh, "Not quite yet! I'd like another taste of you. Then another kiss, so you'll have your own taste as a base for comparison." Betty laughed. "Well, I am supposed to compare!" Paige slid off the table. "Let's start where we began; I'll taste you, then we'll switch and you can taste me. It's much more comfortable to eat when sitting. Don't worry; I'll guide you as you go. I remember how nervous and clueless I felt the first time I ate pussy." Betty laughed. Her husband would never believe she'd gone to PT and ended up eating pussy. She wondered if she should tell him. Until this moment, it hadn't crossed her mind that she was cheating. She pushed the thought from her mind for now. She'd probably tell him. She'd think about what that meant when she finished what she'd begun. Back in a position to watch what was happening, Betty smiled down at Paige--who again seemed to know what she needed and did everything slowly and exaggeratedly. A first lesson in how to handle a pussy not your own Betty thought. She had to ask one question. "Why the gloves?" "Ah, not everyone wears them, but I always do, even at home. Every vag has a delicate balance going and the gloves help protect that balance if ya get me." "I get ya. Actually, thinking about issues I've had, it's a damn fine idea. I'll have to find out what size hubby wears." "That's a good girl. You may turn out to be a quick study." "We'll see. At the least I'm an eager student. I think it has something to do with the teacher." "You're sweet." Paige wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. *** Paige went back to what she was doing. She took longer than she'd planned. She really wanted Betty's mouth on her, but Betty was as nervous as she was eager. It wouldn't hurt for Betty to have a clearer idea of what she was doing. Paige stopped occasionally to give a quick explanation. Being a physical therapist had its advantages; she knew female anatomy well and she showed how experienced she was when she brought Betty to a third orgasm (despite her prior warning). *** As Betty sat there panting, Paige came up for a kiss. It was a deeper kiss, much less gentle. Tasting herself on Paige's lips and tongue fired up Betty to taste Paige. "My turn! Let's see how well I absorbed my lessons." Paige took up position on the table. Being taller, her head couldn't rest on the wedge as Betty's had. She didn't seem to mind though; to Betty, she looked quite eager for her turn. "You won't hurt my feelings if you tell me what I'm doing wrong." "Sweetheart, I'm so horny I just need your mouth and fingers now! We'll figure it out as we go!" Betty put on some gloves, smiled at Paige, and set to her task. She ran her hands along Paige's tan, almost burnt-butter-colored legs, toward her center. Before Betty even touched her mound, Paige was lightly trembling. This proof of how excited Paige was excited Betty as well. As she worked her hands to Paige's mons, she was a little surprised to notice that Paige's bush was light brown dusted with blonde. As Paige was a natural blonde, she'd expected her bush to be blonde as well. Paige had very little hair--just a small, neatly-trimmed patch--everything else had been waxed. As Betty finally touched it, she found it baby soft. Betty brought her right hand to Paige's mons and grasped the area around her clit: thumb on one side, fingers on the other. This trapped Paige's clit at the center. With small up and down motions, she was able to rub her clit without actually touching it. She smiled when Paige's head rose. Betty's left hand found Paige's opening. The juices had begun escaping. She put in two fingers, just to the first knuckle. She hooked these and pulled down, opening Paige enough to let Betty get in her tongue. On her next upward stroke, she sunk her tongue into Paige's opening. Keeping her mons and clit up, she began to wiggle it between her thumb and fingers. When Paige groaned, Betty brought her tongue back into her mouth for her first good taste of Paige. Taste and smell didn't quite align; while the smell was typical female musk, the taste that exploded in Betty's mouth was slightly sweet and crisp. (Like celery or a salad brightened with lemon juice!) It dawned on Betty where the phrase 'toss your salad' came from and she couldn't help but laugh. "Do I taste funny?" Paige asked with a smile. "No, your taste reminds me of a bright salad and I realized where that salad phrase comes from." Paige laughed. "Well, we're all different. You are really sweet tasting." Paige propped herself on her elbows and played with her nipples, rubbing them between her thumbs and middle fingers. Betty asked, "Would you like me to play with those?" "No! You stay where you are! Are you sure you haven't done this before?" "Scouts' honor. I may have found a Nina Hartley video on hubby's tablet and watched it a few times." "You little wench! In that case, I'm going to sit back and enjoy finding out what you learned from the master. If I clamp down, just keep doing what you're doing." Paige reclined again and continued playing with her breasts and nipples. Betty went back to her explorations emboldened. She played with Paige's pussy, from clit to 'taint. She explored Paige's depths, searching for her sweet spot. She knew she'd found it when Paige pressed forcefully against her hand. Having found the spot, she was determined not to lose it. She put her mouth over Paige's clit and gently sucked it into her mouth. As soon as she did, Paige clamped down with her long legs. Betty continued her ministrations until Paige started to buck. She had to stand; Paige began lifting herself away from Betty's mouth. Betty was determined not to let up until Paige was done with her orgasm. Betty totally got now why guys--and ladies--loved doing this. She also had a new respect for what it took to get a woman to the point where she was ready to grind her orgasm out of you. Betty knew immediately that she wanted to do this again. It wasn't a matter of if, but when and how. She followed Paige back down to the table. When Paige gently pulled back from her mouth, Betty half-slid down the side of the table and came to rest on her knees. She was out of breath and feeling a little weak from her own orgasms and the effort that went into getting Paige to hers. Paige slid down next to her. They sat for a few moments, leaning against one another, getting their breath. "That was lovely. We both worked up a sweat. Would you like a shower before you go, sweetheart?" Paige asked. "What time is it?" Betty looked around for a clock. "Holy hell, I've been here two and a half hours. To answer your question, yes and no. Gonna take one anyway. Another 30 minutes won't make a difference." "You sound kinda sad. You okay? Having regrets?" "Regrets? No! I can't wait for my next...therapy session. But I have to tell hubby. I honestly don't know how he's going to take it. If I thought this was a once off I'd keep my mouth shut; but I know it's not." "Oh. You poor thing! I don't know if it will help but...." Betty waited a moment before prompting Paige. "But what?" "Sorry. I really have to talk to Patti first--but we do occasionally swing. As long as hubby is a decent sort, we could maybe arrange something along those lines. Patti would have to agree first though. Do you think you could wait to tell hubby until I can talk to Patti?" "I don't think I can wait long." "Patti and I will talk this evening. If she's not willing, we'll think of something." "Okay. It'll be late by the time I get home. I can wait until tomorrow when he gets home from work." "Good. Now let's get that shower!"