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The Restorative Man

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Todd Hamilton was one of those unruly-haired guys in dirty T-shirt and jeans that appeared salvaged from a trash bin.

Todd's father Bert owned and operated Hamilton Lawn Care Services and except in emergencies his son didn't mow but Tom sat in the office early evenings and arranged rosters, mowing schedules and sent out accounts and receipted payments and prepared the accounts for his dad's accountant. On Saturday afternoons and Sundays he stripped down mowers due for routine servicing and attended to mowers requiring urgent attention.

His mom Heather occasionally complained to Bert their son ought to be out at weekends attempting to lay girls his age to discover the real purpose of life and Bert's would wearily reply, "What's wrong with you woman? Todd has Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights to chase a bit of ass."

An argument would follow but Todd wouldn't hear it because he'd either be studying or out chasing ass.

Unfortunately Todd found himself in the hands of young and often untried women who stopped at a kiss or if it went beyond that would be all ham-fisted and scared he'd pee on them or would want to touch their pee-hole.

It was very sad really, a legacy of the inadequacy of mothers (and perhaps fathers) to prepare their post-18-year-olds for an early life of debauchery.

Fortunately for Todd, his mother's younger sister came to stay after being dumped by her live-in boyfriend of four years, three weeks and eleven days. 

"Todd dear your aunt Ruth is coming to stay for a wee while," Heather said, in her friendliest voice. "If you aunt wanders around the house with few or no clothes on I don't wish you to loose restraint. Do you understand?"

"Nah."

"Oh Jesus. I'll get your father to talk to you."

Bert did talk to Todd but no mention was made of Aunt Ruth and Todd didn't think it was his duty to berate his father for dereliction of duty.

Aunt Ruth arrived, the two sisters went into a huddle so Bert said, "Come on son, and let's get out of here. The drinks at the bar are on me."

After a few drinks Bert began recalling all the women he'd shafted in his younger days. There were busloads of them.

"How did you find time to fuck and woo mom?"

"Don't be impertinent," said his father. "You buy the next drinks."

On Friday night the 23-year-old blond tried to instruct his date how to suck cock but in her anxiety to please him she bit deep, almost drawing blood. Terrified of losing his dick he slapped her and she ran off into the darkness crying and he didn't see her for another three weeks.

Todd went home frustrated but relieved his appendage appeared to be soundly attached. His mom and dad were out at the annual dinner of the Flower and Vegetable Society and Aunt Ruth had been left at home to watch TV. But she couldn't find any drama apart from males murdering their partners or women running around like headless chickens because their guy was dunking some other woman.

The house was in darkness when Todd entered. He went to his aunt's room and whispered, "Aunt Ruth" with the intent of offering her coffee. The untidy bitch had strewn her clothes on the floor and in the partial illumination from the hallway light Todd saw her panties. He picked them up and sniffed the crotch and checking that his aunt, who was facing him, was asleep he unzipped and wrapped the soft garment round his now erect member, gave it a couple of tugs and groaned, being unaware his aunt's eyes had opened. Actually they'd popped open and now appeared to be on stalks.

Todd padded off hugely frustrated, knowing he'd have to whack off in bed. When he arrived back from the bathroom he found Aunt Ruth in his bed with her heavy hangers spread over the top of the sheet.

"Aunt Ruth."

"Hi Todd."

Todd stood immobilized and so his aunt had to make the call.

"Come to bed darling and I'll suck that big piece of meat for you. It appears to be screaming for relief."

Todd scuttled into bed, his guilty grin stiffer than his dick.

Aunt Ruth was old, thirty-seven, but he couldn't afford to be choosy because here was a woman who actually wanted to suck his dick. But he figured the fool of a woman didn't know what she was doing. She lifted it up and examined it closely and then dribbled on to it and ran her tongue up and down it several times and then took one of his hairy balls in her mouth and rolled it, scaring the crap out of him initially, but he survived intact. The silly cow then attempted to push her tongue down his pee-hole.

Then at long last, with Todd feeling as if she had him climbing up the wall, she sighed and said it had been years since she'd had enough cock to really fill her mouth, and began gobbling him.

Todd had to fight from blowing, seizing that foul memory of when he was licking Dora McLean's ass and she farted right in his face. The recall of that disgusting misadventure eased him through his current crisis but that produced a new problem because Aunt Ruth had one hell of a time to get him away.

She sat up grinning triumphantly, dripping semen from her nose and mouth when Todd's mom walked in and screamed, "What the hell is going on here! You filthy bitch, go to your room. Todd Hamilton, I'm sending your father in to attend to you."

Todd heard his mom yelling at his father and then yelling at her sister. Bert entered the room grinning, and closed the door. 

"I'm supposed to whack you a couple of times and then lecture you."

Todd braced himself.

His dad clapped his hands together twice and shouted, "Take this and take that you slut."

In silence they heard footsteps retreating from outside the door.

"Thanks dad."

"She has great tits?"

"Who mom."

"Your aunt you fool. Tell me did she take your dick up her butt?"

"What?" Todd squawked, looking ready to vomit. 

"Jesus hasn't your mother told you anything about sex?"

"No?"

"Jesus."

However had dad didn't elaborate but he did say he'd get Mrs Trotter to talk to him.

Todd kept his mouth shut. It was common knowledge that men in the street including his father fucked Widow Trotter and she charged them for service. A couple of Todd's pals said their father had sent them to Mrs Trotter to take their virginity but so much had happened neither of them had clear memories of the visit to relate to Todd. Either that or they were so ashamed of going to a harlot for their first fuck.

Aunt Ruth stayed after promising not to touch Todd again and some nights she joined his parents in bed. 

A few days after Aunt Ruth was caught blowing Todd Mrs Trotter called him and said to come over.

"I'm having dinner."

"Well don't bother then."

"Oh I suppose I can visit you now."

"Christ don't allow excitement to grip you Todd."

Todd stood on the front porch and knocked, knowing all along the street neighbors would be peering out of windows to record the shame of young Todd Hamilton.

"Come in Todd," smiled the middle-aged woman in a silk robe. "Your father wants me to teach you about some of the ins and outs of sex."

She laughed and Todd wondered what was funny.

"The ins and outs of sex," she said angrily. "I just made a joke."

Todd managed a weak laughed wondering what she was on about and that laugh seemed to satisfy her. 

She removed her robe and tossed it over his head and asked could he smell pussy?

Todd smelt talc and what appeared to be a cesspit odor so said yes Mrs Trotter.

"Have you fucked women?"

He nodded.

"How old were they?"

He colored and mutter, "Eighteen or at least claimed they were."

"Oh crap, you poor kid. You have only played with dolls. You haven't had a real cunt wrapped round your dick have you?"

Todd felt his face turn red whereas Mrs Trotter considered the color was purple and she told him to undress.

"Well at least you are hung like a man. Why isn't it up at the sight of my body?"

Todd shuffled and said, "Dunno."

"Is it because I terrify you?"

"I'm missing dinner."

"Jesus," she said painfully.

Mrs Trotter helped him get it erect and then dropped on to the floor on her hands and knees and told Todd to fuck her. Although she was skinny, her 'box' looked cavernous to Todd and that proved to be the case. He couldn't feel more than two of the four sides at any one time, forgetting a circle only has an inside and an outside. But she urged him on with filthy language. He pulled out and blew up along her back and into her hair but she didn't growl at him.

"Right now give my some satisfaction Todd. Finger my pussy."

'Fingering' was a misnomer. What Mrs Trotter wanted was to be fisted. Most of Todd's babes to date began complaining if more than one finger was used and it was true some of them were really tight. Mrs Trotter handed him a glove and lubed it and Todd, although disgusted, was fascinated to watch his hand disappear up Mrs Trotter but expected this encounter would put him off sex for life.

She later said, "Forget it" when offering him anal and than seeing his expression.

Todd swaggered away from the house in an effort to impress watching neighbors. When Mrs Trotter had said his hour was up he offered her ten bucks but she declined and kissed the top of his head and said his dad had taking care of it.

Lucy Anvil came on to the front porch of her parent's house. Lucy was at college with Todd and until now had always been reserved with him.

"Todd?"

He leaned over the paling fence and she came up to him.

"What was she like?"

"Who?"

"Mrs Trotter you fool."

Todd thought why should he tell this cold-ass bitch anything.

"Sorry but I don't talk about my conquests."

"I scarcely believe Mrs Trotter poses as a conquest."

"Believe what you like. My lips are sealed."

Lucy burst into tears and said Murray Jack had ditched her for Mrs Cohen, their taxation instructor.

"Lucy stop blubbering. You have a great face and great tits. Stop being so aloof and you'll have guys lining up to date you."

"You really think so?"

"Sure I'll pass the word round that you are available."

"Oh Todd, how wonderful. How can I reward you?"

Todd licked his lips.

"No Todd, not until you've had a shower after being with that awful woman. Look mom and dad are out tomorrow night. Come at 6:00 for dinner. I need to be fucked."

That encounter was a useful lesson for Todd who until then always struggled to get dates and had to struggle even harder to be allowed to pull down panties. Thereafter he would focus on female students whom he knew had just ended a sexual relationship that left them dispirited and possibly fearing they'd never have sex again. It meant critics would say he was only associating with rejected babes but so what? It would be rare indeed for any guy teaming up with a babe over twenty finding she wasn't pre-used. 

It was Heather's bridge night and Todd entered the kitchen to find Aunt Ruth sprawled on her front over the kitchen table and his bare-ass father shafting her.

"Want to take over from me son," panted his father. "I'm tiring."

"Nah Aunt Ruth promised mom not to touch me."

"Asshole," said Aunt Ruth as Todd walked by and patted her cheek.

"Come on Bert, pick up your stroke rate," she commanded.

The next evening Todd called at the Anvil's home, clutching a bunch of daisies. He knocked and heard Lucy call faintly, "Come in Todd, I'm in the bath."

He went to the kitchen and put the flowers in a milk jug and waited nervously.

"Where are you Todd?"

"Here."

"Come into my parent's bathroom and climb in with me."

He had his shirt unbuttoned and his belt undone by the time he got to the bathroom, following the sound of Lucy's tuneless humming.

She cupped her tits and eyed him.

"They're a great pair."

"Thanks, now let me see what you've got. I want to wash you before allowing your cock near me."

Todd removed his shirt, got his pants off and pulled down his briefs.

"Good god," Lucy boggled. "Is that thing trained?"

"Well enough to get through that bush I hope. God at least you should clip it."

"It's more hygienic to leave it natural."

"Bullshit. The hair catches dust, smells of urine and hair will be stuck together in places with old cum."

"God you are so basic Todd."

"You'd be clever to heed my advice. Guys of my generation prefer a woman hairless from the neck down. I do women the courtesy of shaving my cock and balls."

"What about your ass?"

"Are you interested in butt hole licking?"

"I might by the time I'm thirty."

"Then why bring it up?"

She said no she didn't and claimed he did.

Todd sighed, having learned a little of the lying and evasive ways of females. He climbed into the bath and was told to move carefully and not splash her.

Lucy sat on her heels and ordered him to kneel and she washed him.

"God I've never had one this big."

"Try going out with men."

She giggled and he thought at least that was something.

Lucy maneuvered on to her hands and knees facing away from him.

"Okay try me out but don't hurt me."

"I'll need to excite your pussy first to get it lubing naturally and to indicate to your brain your are about to be dicked."

"My brain already knows."

"Not through sensory signaling it doesn't."

Lucy was impressed or at least Todd was sure she wasn't teasing. "Gee are you studying for a master's in fucking? If you're not it sounds as if you should be."

Todd worked her up slowly and when he noticed her pussy lips were swollen he went in with his mouth and munched her.

"Omigod," Lucy yelled.

When she was writhing and panting he wet his dick with pussy juice and slowly inserted.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Eight okay queries later he told her it was all in.

"I'm too scared to move," she gulped.

Todd laughed and began thrusting but on the fifth forward thrust she yelled she was coming and did, copiously.

Lucy said when preparing to serve dinner while he sipped a beer. "I'm sorry Todd but I think once is enough for me. You would be better off fucking my mother."

"Will you ask her if she's interested please?"

"Todd don't be so foul. I was speaking figuratively, that you might find older women have larger vaginas than I have."

Todd just grunted, preferring not to say she was talking shit.

"Talk to me Todd."

"You are perfectly normal and I think for your build you have an adequately sized cunt. You are just a little up tight about it. Try to be more relaxed when you are fucking."

"I'll give you fellatio after dinner Todd but you can forget about ever fucking me again. I feel as if a bus has driven up inside me."

"I told you to relax. Your cunt will relax before you do and will expect a quick repeat of another dick to visit."

"Oh god, you are so basic."

Todd walked home feeling unplugged. Lucy had proved to be a great cocksucker. She was pleased that he was so generous with his praise and said well perhaps she could ask her mom to phone Todd Hamilton if she were interested in being fucked by a big dick but Todd said, as kindly as he could, not to bother. He would spread the word that Lucy was available to be fucked on a regular basis but the guy's dick must be thin and under five and a half inches.

Lucy was ever so pleased and had squeezed his dick as she kissed him good night. 

He decided to hit back on behalf of Lucy, Two days later he arrived early for Mrs Cohen's lecturer on tax law and placed an envelope on the lectern she'd use.

The room was filling up when Mrs Cohen arrived and Lucy was sitting beside Todd. She was chatting to the female beside her when Todd watched Mrs Cohen open the envelope and look round wild-eyed for the culprit. But the time her gaze swept along the row in which Todd was sitting he was busy picking his nose.

Mrs Cohen dropped her folder scattering paper and she yelled "Oh fuck."

Everyone stopped talking to laugh but no one went to her assistance because people who lecture about taxation are even more unpopular than IRS inspectors. Todd saw Mrs Cohen stuff his note into the back pocket of her jeans.

The note read: 'Are you aware the bi student you are fucking has a particularly virulent STD? A Friend.'

Usually Mrs Cohen presented well but on this occasion when it ended people around Todd were saying it had been her worst lecture of the year so far.

"May I take you to coffee King Dick?" Lucy smiled as they were leaving. 

Over coffee Todd told her about the note and she fell off her stool she was laughing so much. They became good friends from that day.

Three days later Todd made an appointment to see one of his trainers. The appointments clerk advised her only gap that day was 5:15. He was told if he showed up late in all probability Mrs Cohen would simply go because it was the last appointment slot of the day.

Todd delayed his arrival till 5:25 and found the office locked. He called Mrs Cohen.

"Oh the Hamilton guy. You were told 5:15 sharp. You were a no-show when I left at 5:20 so tough."

"Aw Mrs Cohen, I mean Ruby. I may call you that now you have left the grounds of this institution can't I?"

"I guess so but for what purpose escapes me."

"Where are you?"

She snorted and said he had a nerve. She relented and said she was walking to a nearby bar.

"Give me the name of the bar and I'll consult you there and buy you're a couple of drinks."

"Why are you pressing me so hard?"

Bingo. Time to swoop.

"Because you are so damn attractive Ruby."

Todd could hear her breathing, obviously framing a response.

"Oh god I ought not have said that. What I should have said I have struck a problem over tax avoidance in my assignment to create a home business operation to highlight at least eight taxation issues the business operator faces when claiming tax deductions when using a dedicated home office in the course of running his business operation not at a fixed business address."

"The law and explanatory notes are explicit. Read them and work it out yourself."

"Ruby I have attempted to be innovative. The guy's home is actually a houseboat and is registered with the IRS as his home address. He's in a gay relationship and has lived with this guy for seven and a half years. The partner is so grateful at being housed so magnificently that for the past two years he's been paying the interest on the houseboat mortgage which the businessman's accountant has continued claiming the previously justified portion as a tax deduction... can you see the hole I've dug for myself?"

"Yes I can. You have created a problem for yourself in being overly creative but I find the situation you have outlined very interesting. In fact it's quite mind-blowing for any conservative accountant to ponder. May I ask what you find attractive about me?"

"Aw Ruby don't turn the screws. I apologized for stupidly mentioning that."

"I have no recall of you calling yourself stupid or indeed apologizing for making such a personal comment."

Todd smiled knowing he had this situation under control "Are you mad at me?"

"Answer the question please."

"Okay you have some cute gestures like twigging your left ear and you often wrinkle you nose as if student BO is becoming oppressive and when you set us difficult reading passages to study your smile is downright cynical and you occasional rub under your left tit, er your left breast."

"And you find those things attractive? I find that difficult to believe Todd."

"You don't appear to welcome personal comment so I couldn't mention my thoughts about your body."

"Todd you are on thin ice."

"And my secret desires about your body."

Todd heard her exhale hugely.

"I apologize for wasting your time Mrs Cohen. Goodbye."

She said calmly, "I'm just walking into Yogi's bar. Don't keep me waiting too long Todd."

Todd walked with long strides but not too hastily. He didn't want Mrs Cohen to be touching a sweaty body if they were to get cracking that night.


The Restorative Man



He rehearsed what he would say: "Ruby I'm a lonely guy and admire you as a woman and would be interested in taking up some of the slack in your love life if indeed you have any slack."

"Jesus Todd," he snorted. "Are you insane? Talk to her like that and she could call the police alleging sexual harassment.

By the time he arrived outside the bar he'd decided to apologize for his outspokenness and say he really was a juvenile in adult clothing. He'd then plead for her to assist with his tax technicalities raised in his draft assignment.

Ruby was seated in a booth and patted the seat beside her instead of directing him to set opposite and she purred, "Welcome Todd, how lovely you had the guts to show up here."

For some reason Todd was thinking Venus Flytrap.

He couldn't think of anything to say except, "May I kiss you?"

"Certainly but without tonguing at this juncture."

Well that comment was pregnant with promise. He kissed her fat juicy lips, imprinting his lips on them softly.

"Lovely," she murmured as he pulled away.

Ruby Cohen, according to her CV Todd had studied, was thirty-four with a doctorate in finance and had been born and raised on a farm. Her husband was a field geologist.

After the waitress took Todd's drink order he dropped a hand casually on to Ruby's thigh and she patted it to signal it was welcome to be there.

"Are you a fast mover Todd?"

He grinned and asked, "Is your husband in town?"

"No he's in Patagonia, Argentina, as part of a major geological survey and will not be home for another two months. Why do you ask?"

He said rashly, "I'm hoping you're horny."

Christ that's pushing it, he inwardly groaned.

"Todd please, show some class," she giggled.

Yes giggled. Todd was elated.

"Are you one of those male students who sit with a hard on staring at me as I lecture?"

"Yes and when you raise your arm in one of those gestures I mentioned earlier and I see the shape of your breast move I get harder than hard."

She smiled and said she'd expected him to lie and deny he got horny like that.

"I just wished to acknowledge your sexiness as a female. The guys reckon most of you academic females are lesbian but no way could I categorize you like that Ruby."

"Thank you Todd. Are you doing anything tonight?"

"No," he said, heart thumping.

"Come home and have dinner with me. I'll welcome the company."

"Okay, I'll call mom and tell her I'll be out to dinner."

"Without mentioning me?"

"Without mentioning you."

In the elevator they kissed and Ruby pulled his hand on to her left breast.

"You have great breasts Ruby."

At that her tongue forced it's way between his lips.

Inside the apartment Todd pulled Ruby to him but she smiled and eased out of his embrace. 

"Please let me get dinner first otherwise we'll never get to eat. You'll get more than enough sex after sinner, I mean dinner I assure you."

As Ruby banged some dishes and oven trays Todd asked, "Will you cook for me in the nude?"

Ruby colored. "Darling I have put on a bit of weight round the midriff."

"That doesn't mean you'll be unattractive to me."

"Oh darling, are you ideal as a lover."

Drinking red wine along with Ruby as she made pasta they talked about university politics, movies and some of their respective likes and dislikes. Then Todd said, "I'm surprised you didn't insist if you were to shed your clothes I should too."

"It seemed to me it was something for you to decide. I found your request a little strange but also a little appealing. I'm rarely made to feel naughty but you achieved that."

Todd removed his clothes.

Ruby looked at his dick and said "Nice" leaving Todd to wonder why she hadn't commented on its bulk. Jesus, perhaps the guys she ran with had bigger ones!

Ruby was fiddling with food preparation so she said, "Why don't you crouch behind and finger me but turn up the music louder first."

"To drown your cries?"

"No it's classical Italian music with passionate passages that make me feel passionate."

Todd licked, stroked and kissed her ass cheeks and felt Ruby waggling her tail. He liked her liveliness and style, wondering how many women would undress on request for a guy they'd only knew vaguely when cooking and without protesting or refusing?

Once he began fingering Ruby she thrust against his fingers gently as if just to let him now two people were in this action. She might also have been working to produce extra sensations.

When she heated up and began thrusting in quicker tempo she said, "Please don't make me come. I don't wish to stop to clean up."

Reluctantly Todd withdrew his fingers, aware he'd miss the opportunity of feeling the power of making a woman climax and the sense of mutual satisfaction generated.

Then Ruby absolutely blew him away. She leaned down and said, "Let me suck those fingers."

Occasionally Todd was with a woman who'd taste herself, but never voluntary like this. Ruby slurped looking at him deeply and when he saw a bead of saliva or it could have been pussy juice off his fingers appear at the corner of her mouth he almost ejaculated. It was a hugely sexy experience for him and he wondered if this might have become part of a mating ritual by a woman keen to replace a lost lover? He liked thinking that. He also decided it was unnecessary to tell Ruby it was he who'd written the note alleging Murray Jack had a bad strain of a STD because Ruby might have preferred Murray to him. 

During dinner Ruby said, "Todd before I allow you to penetrate me could we get understanding on these things. One, this relationship gives you no advantage over my other students. Two, when my husband reappears you keep right away from me and have no intimate contact with me whatsoever. Three, you wear a condom and four, I require your respect throughout."

"Yes sure. I agree to observe your wishes on those four points."

"You are weak on negotiation Todd. You allowed me to set conditions that has made our relationship one-sided, me calling the tune. If you wish to become a big player in business you must toughen up and never allow yourself to be boxed into a corner."

"I hear you loud and clearly Ruby and have just learned your lesson. Belatedly I made two requests: That your move your ass and that you ejaculate for me."

She laughed and said why would anyone want sex if they didn't intend to climax?

After they cleared away and had coffee, discussing some of their sexual experiences, Ruby emphasizing her experienced she'd related had occurred prior to marriage. When they fell silent she said, "Rev me up Todd; it's time for sex."

Holding his erection Todd said hopefully, "I hope this won't be too big for you?"

Ruby glanced at it and said, "I really don't think that will be a problem."

But then, catching his expression she said it did look very pretty.

Todd appeared to grow another inch in height.

A little later Todd slipped in with ease and accepted he'd just learned that even smaller women could have a big cunt. Ruby was about 5 ft 9 in and he guessed would weigh not more than 120 lbs and as for being apologetic about a tummy ring she should take a good look at other women around her age and be pleased that she was only marginally fat.

They banged around for well over an hour, using several positions and Ruby was panting after coming again and to Todd's huge relief said, "Sorry but I'm about stuffed. I have enough energy left to get to the shower and then to bed. Do you wish to stay?"

"Nah any more of this during the night or in the morning would about kill me."

Ruby ruffled his hair and looked pleased. "Would you like to do this regularly with me?"

"Yeah why not?"

"Well if it really doesn't appeal...?"

"No, of course I would like that. I just didn't want to appear too eager. You're a great fuck."

"Well I should be pleased I've been told I'm good at something," Ruby sniffed. "I'm busy for the rest of this week and have to be a team leader at residential study group this weekend so perhaps I could take you away the weekend following. You must understand I can't be seen in public around here with you."

"Yes of course. Going away weekends sounds a great idea. I service outboard motors for a guy at the lake marina and he said I'm free to take out a charter yacht at no charge when one is available. Sometimes one or two are not taken at weekends now we're moving into Fall so we could do that. You could board incognito wearing sunglasses and a scarf over you hair."

"Oh I'd like to do that with you Todd. I love boating. I wonder what we could do at nights?"

Todd was about to reply when he caught the teasing grin.

He regularly fucked Ruby Cohen over fourteen weeks until her husband arrived home early for Christmas and stayed four months before he received another contract, this time in Southern Africa. Ruby and Todd didn't resume their liaison because Todd was back to banging females around his own age. 

Still he'd never forget his times with Ruby because she'd taught him so many things, one of the best ones having nothing to do with sex, at least not directly. She got him out of the male habit of frequently answering women with a grunt. Until she picked him up on it Todd wasn't aware he did it. She taught him to understand females had a greater desire than males to engage in social intercourse even amid sexual intercourse.

So grunting was out; sentences of a minimum of twelve words were in. He never did find out why Ruby set the minimum at twelve rather than ten and fifteen words. Initially his thinking was what a fucking waste of time but after a couple of females had smiled at him on different occasions and said, "It was nice talking to you Todd" he realized no females had ever said that to him pre-Ruby.

* * *

After graduating with a Masters in financial planning, Todd went to work as a section manager in the accounts department of Reedman-Meyer-Watson, a pharmaceutical company specializing in animal remedies. The rising 23-year-old soon found the admin department was loaded with pussy-in-need. It appeared about one third of the woman were unhappily locked into marriages that were a pain in the ass or were females riding a low because they found or suspected their boyfriend or husband was two-timing. Others were the victims of broken romances.

Tennis, swimming and track and field assisted college to turn out graduate Todd Hamilton with an athletic build to go with his 6 ft 2 in height and bright steady blue eyes and shaggy blond hair couldn't help attract the attention of females Reedman-Meyer-Watson, particularly those in the woeful situation of missing being fucked.

So Todd became a very lucky guy, gaining the false impression women went to work to find someone to fuck them. However it was not a misconception that was likely to bring down the nation or, at local level, upset the top management of Reedman-Meyer-Watson who recognized early on that Todd appeared to be extraordinarily popular for a new-start person. They of course had not a clue about the true reason for Todd's popularity; that was shored up by his excellent ability to slightly heal women emotionally and leave them without them feeling unduly resentful when seeing him with another woman-in-waiting.

When the happily married female director of finance asked Todd's female supervisor, who was into a blossoming new relationship with a guy in the marketing department, why was it women who seemed to be boosting the young guy's business aura, Paula answered simply, "Females outnumber males in admin almost nine to one Courtney."

Courtney accepted the logic in that without question. 

Paula who'd been a beneficiary of Todd's probing penis when mentally distressed, was satisfied she'd not given the game away to a woman having no need to know about Todd's unbelievably great therapeutic powers. That Todd was on top of his job and possessed great problem-solving and negotiating skills were items Paula thought she should report to Courtney as part of the bi-monthly peer reporting process used as a tool when executives worked on salary assessments and apportioned annual bonuses.

A year on Todd was appointed to the internal audit team and the following year was seconded and later appointed deputy manager of the business planning section. In year three Todd completed his MBA and towards the end of that year won the company's Most Innovative Employee of the Year award, the first time the award had gone to someone in admin in the company's 89-year history. Todd and his subcommittee had reviewed completely the way in which the company handled bad debts and recommended new procedures that were adopted. The program included an early warning/immediate action system triggered immediately any amount was more than thirty days overdue. The key to the process was at that point the system was designed to bypass junior personnel at the defaulting company who were primed to fob off inquiries about overdue accounts.

Midway through Year Four, with significant experience under his belt, Todd began looking for new employment with greater challenges and ended up as assistant operations manager with Duncan Regional Freight Trucking Services, a company under financial distress due to increasing competition. The owner Shane Duncan rejected his manager's advice not to engage someone 'still wet behind the ears' to come up with ways to turn the business around but instead to engage a long experienced accountant/financial director who'd spent his life in the industry.

"Nope hire this young guy. He is building a track record for innovation."

"But during the interview when I asked him what an eighteen-wheeler was he hadn't a clue," sniggered the chief dispatcher.

"He's been hired to help save a business, not to drive a fucking truck," snarled the stressed owner.

CHAPTER 2

Shane Duncan's second marriage was on the rocks because his stress made him insufferable at home and the side effect of that he was unable to maintain an erection and anyway has lost interest in sex.

His wife Maxine was chief accountant/company secretary and on Todd's first day working for the firm Maxine briefed him extensively about company operations. They went out to lunch and when noticing Maxine order a second martini he said softly, "You are under stress aren't you? Do you think drinking is the solution?"

Maxine, unaware she was talking to the answer of a distressed woman's prayer, curtly told him to mind his business 

"It is my business given that I am required to work closely with you. Are you sexually frustrated?"

Maxine reached for her handbag to swing it at the head of this insolent interloper. How dare he! But she dropped the bag and burst into tears, astonishing herself. She had gone through almost eighteen months of growing pressure and frustration without crying and now this jerk had pulled her ripcord.

Todd pulled his chair round to sit beside her and pulled her into his arms.

Her body shook as she sobbed deeply against his chest and as the flow began ebbing and she must have been wondering how to extract herself from this embarrassing exhibition he murmured into her ear, "You appear to have great breasts."

She shot upright and snapped, "Get back to where you should be sitting. How dare you say that to me."

Todd pulled his chair back and she watched him take a swig of wine while waiting for the apology.

"You are not having sex are you? Or if you have been it's been lousy sex."

Maxine's eyes flashed. 

God he thought, she was losing it and felt like doing him harm.

Todd droned on earnestly, "Sex is one of the big turn-ons and turn-off of emotions and can have significant effect if momentum if lost unexpectedly."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter," he said but Maxine was hooked. Seconds earlier she'd appeared ready to walk away furiously but now sat back in her chair sipping her drink awaiting further explanation. 

Todd cleared his throat and thought it was necessary to look slightly apprehensive.

"I specialize romantically in assisting jilted women regain their feet."

Maxine's mouth fell open.

"What sexually?"

"If that's the greatest need yes. A resumption assists to restore confidence and self-worth."

"I can scarcely believe what I'm hearing. Are you attempting to tell me if I have sex with you that my domestic woes will miraculously vanish?"

God this one was quite formidable to handle, Todd thought. It was time to pull the plug.

He looked at his hands. "No you are a little too old for me."

She looked irritated. "How old do you think I am?"

"Er forty-five?"

"You asshole. I'm only thirty-seven. Shane chose a much younger woman for his second wife."

"Ooops, sorry. You did ask."

"What you are seeing are worry lines from passed on stress. Life for me has been hell these past eighteen months."

"And you don't think a romantic diversion would assist you?"

Maxine hesitated, obviously thinking. She took another large sip and leaned forward.

"I have been thinking of encouraging Simon but you won't know him."

"Simon Struthers, director of fleet operations?"

Maxine turned red and whispered, "Yes I didn't expect you to know him."

"I train with him in the gym most lunch breaks."

"Oh."

"I suppose he's more your age."

"Oh don't be sore and for goodness sake don't discuss this conversation with anyone. I have done nothing wrong; I've only thought about it. I'm aware he looks at me in a certain manner."

"I could mention to him that you have asked what I think of him. That could trigger his focus."

"Oh god..."

"No Maxine it would be okay. He knows I work as your assistant and that's all I'll say; I will say you asked me very casually."

Todd never got to fuck Maxine but before long she began to display a lift in spirit, paid more attention to her make up and clothes and she appeared to be pulling Shane out of his depression. In Todd's opinion he was looking at a woman reveling in being fucked but he was aware males wouldn't know what he was on about if he suggested that whereas other women wouldn't have to be told.

At the gym Simon was keen to increase his fitness and then Todd noticed a pattern had established: Maxine was often away for a couple of hours on a Tuesday and Thursday afternoon and invariably Simon was also away. That was bad.

The next day he was having coffee with Maxine during a break in business reconstruction planning and he asked bluntly, "Are your fucking Simon?"

Maxine almost dropped her coffee mug and he mouth opened to speak but all she could manage was to squeak. A few seconds later she managed, "For goodness sake Todd!"

He said brutally, "I've noticed you often leave here on Tuesdays and Thursdays and recently have noticed Simon leaves a little before or a little after you and returns either a little before or after you return. Maxine who else has begun to notice this pattern?"

"Omigod."

"Keep fucking him Maxine but change the times you do it, and don't always choose those two days and sometimes choose mornings. Late morning can be a good time to have a robust encounter."

"Omigod, thank you Todd. How could we have been so stupid?"

"You are both learners obviously sweetie. I also think the time has gone when everyone was looking for explanations why you have become almost a different person to the one that I first met when I arrived here. I am so pleased for you Maxine and believe me your more upbeat behavior has had the spinout effect of pulling Shane out of his depression."

"Oh Todd, I think you are so right. I didn't even consider that as a reason. I was ground down to only thinking about myself, wasn't I?"

"Yes and I suggest you begin planning how to rejuvenate your husband emotionally if that's what you wish. You know that if we can sell this complicated proposal of ours to Shane and his cornerstone investor and bankers, he'll need to be fully switched on to drive the restructuring along."




The Restorative Man



"Yes you brilliant young man. Yes indeed."

The restructuring plan was adopted with few modifications. The insurance company fronted up with its increase in capital and Shane's bank completed its appraisal and provided the money he needed. Two months of preparations began and then, overnight, the business of Duncan Regional Freight Trucking Services was rebranded as Duncan Daily Trucking with adverts appearing and major users attending the official launching at a big cocktail party and dinner.

During the Shane's speech he introduced Todd to the gathering, describing Todd as "the driving force behind this major revamp and backed by the administrative and marketing skills of my very talented wife Maxine Duncan."

As Todd was leaving, saying goodnight to Shane and Maxine, Shane handed him an envelope

"It's a little something to reward you for performing above the bar young man. Maxine tells me we couldn't have aimed to complete this major reconstruction in one bite without your meticulous attention to detail in planning."

In his car Todd pulled out a tax-free bonus of $10,000, drawn on Shane's personal account. He sighed thinking he was about done with this company, believing he faced no further business challenge. Of course Shane could be after his head if it went all downhill thereon.

Two months later Maxine presented her financial reports to the management meeting and glowing in pleasure said the upturn in bottom-line profitability of 7.3% recorded in the previous month had been followed in the month just finished by a 9.1% lift in profitability on the previous month and a full 15% increase on the comparative month on the previous year.

"Yes guys," Shane grinned. "We have our heads well above water again. Last month our gross earnings were up 23% on the comparative month last year and the exiting thing is we have carved into the business of our competitors two months in a row because we are now perceived as the most modern logistics company in our region. Congratulations everyone."

Yes perceptions and how long did they last? Competitors would start looking for answers and counter-attack and then Shane would be faced with having to press for greater efficiency, beginning with tightening the business and cutting some jobs. Todd's study of the industry indicated the smaller operators were feeling the biggest squeeze and the trend was national rather than just regional. Time to leave. That afternoon he registered with an executive job search company and began studying vacancies advertised on-line.

The next day Maxine invited him to a restaurant for lunch on Sunday and said Shane would be away on a weekend hunting trip.

Oh hello, Todd thought. Madam has decided to reward him with sex although she'd told him some weeks ago she was no longer active as an adulteress. He had a problem with that: Maxine appeared to have lost her sexiness. However he decided to get a couple away with her because she would be unhappy if he turned down her 'sacrifice'.

Todd arrived at the house with a bottle of fine wine, flowers and carried three condoms in his top pocket thinking three would be ample for an ageing woman.

Maxine dressed neatly in white met him at the door. They kissed and he dragged a hand over her breast, only to have here whisper, "Christ Todd, don't." He pulled the offending hand away as if it were burnt.

Turning, Maxine looked across into the sunroom and said, "Todd Hamilton please meet my stepdaughter Stephanie Duncan. She prefers being called Steph."

A young woman who'd been reading a magazine and said hi listlessly. 

At that moment Todd knew whom he was supposed to fuck. The stepdaughter looked an emotional mess...wan, shoulders slumped, hair only just brushed and wearing a defeated expression. He'd seen it so many times and the stepmom was aware of that and of his claim he'd brought women out of that type of depression.

"Hi Steph. You appear to have been hit by severe jet lag."

"Yes perhaps so."

"Have you flown in from Europe or perhaps Australia?"

"No my flight distance was 400 miles from where I had been living until..."

Her eyes filled with tears.

Todd turned to tell Maxine to attend to her distressed daughter but Maxine was nowhere to be seen.

Oh shit.

He crouched on his haunches beside Steph and palmed her fringe from her eyes.

"It's tough when this happens isn't it?"

She nodded and sniffed and said her mom had promised she wouldn't tell anyone.

"Your mother told me nothing but I recognize the symptoms. Your confidence has plummeted, you feel like shit and you are suffering from a pussy-related depression thinking the busted relationship probably means you'll never fuck again."

"Is that what is worrying me rather that my partner of two years John going for that whore who used to be my best friend?"

"You know it is?"

"Do I and ought you be talking on this level of intimacy with you when we've only just met?"

"Yes, your stepmom is aware of my growing reputation as The Rejuvenation Man. Are you aware sex can really turn on emotions?"

"God yes, I can sometimes be made to feel I'm crawling across the ceiling."

"Don't you think the opposite can apply?"

"What?"

"And that's what has happened to you. Think about it. In the meantime flip out a tit. You appear to have little beauties."

"Get away from me you animal. If you don't I'll scream for my stepmom."

"Ah excellent, your face is showing a bit of color and quite a bit of passion. In working together I think we have engineered a little switch on."

"My breasts are also tightening. Omigod, you are a doctor of something?"

"Nah, just your average guy who can't stop thinking about fucking babes and turning them on."

"Omigod."

"Yeah go to any guy and ask to be fucked and your lights will switch on again."

"Tom I mean Todd wait. I'll pull out a breast."

"Nah don't bother. I really can't be bothered with small tits until the woman has a big cunt."

"Todd I believe I have a big...er..."

"Say it!"

"I believe I have a big pussy."

"Oh really? Show it to me."

Todd had his head between Steph's thighs, licking her pussy, and she had both hands full of his hair and appeared to be attempting to pull his head into her when Maxine walked into the room saying it was very quiet.

"Omigod," she cried, taking in what was happening. She dropped the plate of cookies, the plate smashing, but managed to hold on to the jug of homemade lemonade. 

"Oh hi," Steph called. "The Restorative Man is at work and he's very good. Have you tried him?"

"Stephanie, don't be so disgusting."

"Oh come on mom, um you don't mind if I call you mom do you? Stepmom is more of a mouthful than what Todd is getting right now."

But Todd was already pulling away, blushing and wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Maxine, I'm ever so sorry. Steph and I got talking and I just got carried away."

"Stop apologizing. Steph take him to your bedroom and finish off, take as long as you like. It's so wonderful that you're smiling again."

Lunch was finally served at 4:00. Steph was bubbling, Maxine kept staring at Todd shaking her head in awe and as for Todd, and he concentrated in fighting off sleep. Thirty-year old Steph had been his best fuck ever.

Seven weeks later, Shane and Maxine threw a farewell party for Todd. The restored Steph had returned home two weeks earlier after her former partner dropped Steph's best girlfriend and pleaded for Steph to return to him on her terms.

In small private conversations at the party Maxine had been surprised to find half of the women present admitted to her they'd been fucked by Todd. They all referred to him as The Restorative Man. Maxine lied yes he'd shafted her more times than she could remember and was pleased to receive so many jealous looks. But when Todd said no he couldn't stay for just one more day because he was to begin a tight schedule, Maxine began feeling depressed, knowing she'd let what must surely be one of the best fucks around slip through her fingers. She couldn't believe she could have been so stupid.

* * *

Todd arrived in England to take up a position at a smallish university in Southern England lecturing on American business systems. He'd been a regular guest lecturer on finance at a business school near where he'd been living in Pennsylvania but was required to attend a four-week assimilation course in London for foreign lecturers prior to the start of the new academic year.

He breezed through that spending some of his time as The Restorative Man with a lesbian suffering an unhappy relationship. Although she refused to have sex she responded to him and she introduced him to English social customs and social life so that when he went south to his semi-rural university had was very confident he'd cope.

On the second day in service, Todd spotted the face of a suffering young lecturer in the same department although he's discovered she worked in international business law.

"Coffee?"

"No thank you."

"So a guy dumped you and you feel so sorry for yourself wondering what is the matter with you?"

She flared. "Who told you that?"

"No one. You show the signs that's all. It's not rocket science."

"So you recall the face of the women you dumped in American."

"How did you guess I was American?"

"Well if you don't know..." 

She caught his mocking grin. "Well I suppose coffee would be nice but don't think one coffee gets a pat of my butt."

"What would I have to do to earn that honor?"

She looked at him rather bemused. "For a guy you appear to have some substance."

"Oh come on misery face. You don't need to grovel."

She laughed and appeared quite surprised she'd accomplished that.

"Hold my hand," he said, as they walked to the café.

"Why?"

"Because a bit of male contact won't go amiss. Take my hand and one day you'll probably have sex again despite your feeling of current hopelessness."

"You are unbelievable."

"Well at least you've got that right."

When they were sipping coffee he said, "Trisha would you believe in my last city of residence I became know as The Restorative Man."

"I find that unbelievable."

"Answer this: how was I able to get you in here bringing coffee with me when your entire initial reaction was against it?"

"Well because... because..."

Todd could almost see her mind whirring.

"This is crazy; it's unbelievable."

"Hello Trisha. Am I beginning to see a little light switch on as your awareness about yourself begins to take a new direction?"

She trembled and Todd knew if he could hold her attention for the next fifteen minutes he would have hooked her.

Two days later it was Todd's turn to give his inaugural lecturer as a new lecturer on staff. For inaugurals, lecturers could speak about anything they wished and one of the most memorably ones delivered in the 127-year history of the teaching facility had been entitled, "Why Shouldn't You Say to the Waiter There's a Fly in My Soup?"

Usually a minimum of twenty students would turn up with about fifty being the maximum and not all stayed till the finish. The choice of topic appeared to be significant in attracting attendance.

Todd chose as his topic, "What's So Bad About Being Dumped? You Might Be Forever Grateful!"

Ten minutes before Todd was due to start speaking all the seats had been taken, with students and some staff standing around the sides so everyone was moved to a main lecture auditorium. News about that spread and students came running from common rooms, the library, the café and even the sports center.

Todd arrived and was horrified at finding no one in the lecture room. A harassed administrator arrived and said, "Mr Hamilton, I'm to introduce you. We have moved to a larger venue and it's packed."

Todd was every so pleased. He was unlikely to ever again attract such attention no matter how long he stayed at this university. This could establish his pecking order among similar grade colleagues.

He began, "Would any of you who have not had sex please leave because you are attending the wrong lecture."

There was an outburst of laughter and then amid the following embarrassing lull six guys got up and began leaving.

"Come on guys, back to your seats and stop bullshitting in the hope of winning greater recognition from females present."

The guys returned to their seats looking unabashed and the lecture was underway.

"The glues that holds longer-term sexual relationships together is mutual respect," Todd began. "If that emotional link is shaky or is damaged by words or actions that alarms the other partner, be aware that you have triggered your relationship into a downward spiral that might well prove impossible to avoid the disintegration of the relationship."

Most of his audiences leaned forward, gripped by what they were hearing.

"Today we live in a very sex-oriented society and swimming downstream like a disoriented sperm, parents tell young guys today to keep their zip done up and their daughters to never open their legs,"

"Period."

That produced some nervous laughter. 

"Well bash your head against a concrete wall. Aren't those parental directives as valid as proclamations that the Earth is flat? Christ even a nymphomaniac must be left wondering what century she's in hearing her parents going on like that?"

"Let me tell you about this thirty-year-old I met in America. Her hair hadn't been combed for days, her mouth drooped, and her breasts drooped, her spirit lay somewhere between her knees and ankles. I didn't check but her ass cheeks may have been drooping even lower. This woman who had been dumped by her partners for her best friend had what I inexpertly call pussy depression. Her pussy is crying to her brain, "I will never be penetrated by a hot dick again. Never."

The audience was hushed and Todd has most of them, especially the females, hanging on to every word. Apparently they were not used to hearing anyone talking to them like this publicly. He went on to talk about how he set about rekindling the spirit of that woman who went on to resume exploiting her physical attributes again, that combining to restore her self-worth and desire to make things happen in her life.

Most of the audience stayed for the end of the lecture, timed by the convener to end at the traditional set time of thirty-three minutes. A number of people stayed behind to talk to him as a group and that ended with Todd aware that his immersion into campus life in this temple of learning had been achieved impressively.

Trisha complimented Todd on his achievement and two nights later slept with him for the first and only time. They remained friends however and he was pleased that a guy near her age found her and appeared to be keeping her happy.

A few weeks on a 'mid-term break' loomed and Trisha asked Todd what he had planned. She was heading north with her boyfriend to meet his parents.

"Would you like me to arrange something for you?"

Huh? He had no idea but Trisha persisted and set it up.

Towards the end of the final day of lectures before the break the town was already draining of students. Todd met Trisha as arranged. She introduced him to a woman in her mid-forties.

"Todd may I introduce you to Anthea Kingsland, my mother."

* * *

As they drove through woods called a forest on the British side of the highway called a road, Anthea said, "You may find me a little strange and that accounts for Trisha being a little strange."

"I find her a pleasure to associate with and your daughter has a mass of hidden charm Mrs Kingsland."

"Thank you Todd. I was told to expect an answer something like that. Since you will be seducing me, hopefully multiple times over coming days, don't you think it appropriate to call me Anthea?"

Even the possibility of a single seduction would have been a surprise to Todd. As they drove along in the noisy car of the 1960s that appeared to be Italian, Todd said, "Anthea."

"Good boy Todd."

Todd looked at her slim arms hanging relaxed from the steering wheel as she drove extremely competently and attempted to gain clarification. "Er your husband?"

"He is fifteen years my senior and is in Florence visiting his ailing mother for two weeks."

Well that took care of the husband. But what was her problem: she didn't appear to be drooping in lost self-esteem?

"We don't have all that far to go. I live in Yeovil in Somerset that is part of the South-western Country and is about 130 miles from London. Yeovil is called a market town although it has more than 40,000 residents. You may find it quaint and not a place that is humming. But this is England. If you wish we could visit the historic city of Bath which is only 24 miles from Yeovil and two other places of possible interest to you are Plymouth and my favorite place apart from the moors is Ilfracombe in Devon."

"I'm in your hands."

"Oooh don't over-excite me when I'm driving Todd."

They arrived at a delightful cottage with a wonderful flower garden, a setting fit to grace a postcard. "My husband who is an aviation computer expert and I choose to live modestly here and we also have modest homes in France and another on one of the Greek Islands."

"It looks beautiful. What is your occupancy?"

"I paint, mainly flowers and female nudes and sell most of my work. My daughter has the idea you might pose for me."

"Pose?"

"Don't worry. It was only a notion."

Inside the cottage there were examples of Anthea's paintings on the walls and he concluded without difficulty her type was semi-abstract with emphasis on form utilizing muted colors.

"I admire your expertise. Do you have a fairly recent self-portrait?"

"Why?"

"To see how you depict yourself."

"It's a conventional portrait."

"Oh in that case it could be too personal. It doesn't matter."

"Go upstairs to the loft which is my studio. Few people are invited up there. Oh put your bag in my bedroom if you wish to sleep with me otherwise chose Trisha's bedroom or the guestroom."

Undecided, Todd left his bag in the hallway.

The house was fairly tidy and he expecting to find the studio, out of sight, to be untidy but it was immaculate. There was a painting in process on the easel under a wrap. A number of paintings were stored on a rack but most of the slots were empty. There were only two illustrations on the walls: One that he recognized, a print of Renoir's 'A Girl With a Watering Can' and the other was Anthea's self-portrait, technically excellent as far as he could tell not being steeped in art. What he liked about it was she was standing straight on with her arms folded under her breasts and she was nude apart from a headscarf with the loose ends from the knot ending just above her left shoulder.

Todd liked the work immensely. It was titled incongruously, 'Lady in Waiting'.

Waiting for what? A husband to come home? God? A lover? 

He liked the title.

The breasts were fairly small, the belly was rounded, there was no hair in sight below her shoulders and the thighs were still slender enough to leave a cute gap just below the pussy that was common among slender and usually younger women.

Anthea's eyes were hazel and Todd thought she'd painted them perfectly and he liked the fact that her slips were slightly open, showing just a flash of white from her teeth. He looked particularly at the hands and feet, knowing from school art all those years ago they were so difficult to get anywhere looking right but the hands and feet here just seemed to blend in well, indicating Anthea must have worked patiently on that aspect. She was depicted standing just beyond the front door of the cottage and had rendered that background sufficiently so that it didn't detract from his figure.

A great body for an old woman he thought and negotiating the steep stairs moved his bag into her bedroom before going out and exclaiming, "You self-portrait is brilliant to my uneducated eye. Just brilliant."