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Physical Therapy

By: Blake



My knee hurt. Sliding into home to score the winning run, I could hear a popping sound from my right knee. I limped off the field and went to the emergency room at the hospital.

Finally, they called my name and escorted me to the cold examination room. The nurse asked me what was wrong and I explained that I had hurt my right knee. She told me to remove my baseball pants and the doctor would be in to see me in a minute. I removed my baseball pants and sat diligently on the examination table hoping for the best but expecting the worst. 

After about five minutes, the doctor entered the room. She was about 40 years old, brown hair, brown eyes and very well built. She looked like she was having one of those days when our eyes met. She stopped just inside of the door and I could see her eyes moving up and down, examining my body in its exposed state. 

She stepped closer and asked "So, what seems to be your problem?"

"I heard a popping sound from my knee when I slid into home" I responded while moving my eyes up and down her body.

Seeing my interest, she told me to lie down on the table while she looked at my knee. I felt her cold hand touch my shin while her other hand was touching my kneecap. The coldness of her hands came unexpectedly and I shivered. She apologized for her coldness and rubbed her hands together to warm them up. 

Touching me again, she asked, "Is that better?"

"Much better." I replied.

"O.K." she said as she explained that she was going to try to move my legs and knee to check range of motion and see if there was any giving in my tendons.

She placed one hand on my shin again and the other on my knee. Her warm hands felt good and I closed my eyes as I was lying on that table. After that, she moved a hand on my thigh and the other hand on my knee. Her hands were soft and felt magical to the touch. I could feel her magic starting to arouse my groin. She finished with that test and did the same test on my left knee to see if there was any difference. When her hands touched my other leg, I felt tingling in my manhood and knew I was about to expose more than my legs. Sure enough, the more I thought about it, the more my tool began to rise, poking his head from my boxers. I thought maybe she didn't notice because her tests kept going and she didn't seem to care, so I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the attention.

She kept her hands moving on my legs and I kept rising to the attention. It seemed to me that her hands were getting higher on my legs, but I thought that maybe she was trying some other type of test. Then, I heard a click.

I opened my eyes and raised my head to see her locking the examination room door. She turned around and I could see her nipples standing at attention through the material of her blouse. Her eyes were warmer now, hungry as she approached the table. She placed a hand on my forehead to keep me in my reclined position and she bent down and kissed my hard cock. 

My cock quivered at the attention and she kissed it again. I tried to rise but realized that somehow during the examination, she had placed restraints on my wrists and legs. I laid there helplessly as she used her scissors to cut through my boxers. She placed the scissors on the counter as she began to remove her labcoat. Her blouse clung to her womanly figure and could not hide her nipples crowning her ample bosom. She unbuttoned her blouse to expose her lacy bra. My cock was growing even larger with excitement and began to dance uncontrollably. She bent forward and took the head of my dick in her mouth. Her warm mouth was only a foreshadowing of what I thought her moist pussy would feel like. She briefly licked my head and stood up again to remove her bra.

Her ample breasts jumped from their constraints and her nipples were staring at me. I wanted to suck them and she must have read my mind because she bent forward and placed her right nipple in my mouth. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. She moved her left nipple to my mouth and I gave it the same treatment I gave its partner. She moaned slightly and backed away.

This time she put her mouth over my cock and took it all in her mouth. She cupped my balls in her hand and gently stroked my dick with her lips. I moved my hips in time with her mouth trying to drive deeper into her. She could feel my urge growing and withdrew her mouth. 

At that moment, she stepped back, put her blouse back on, and buttoned her lab coat to hide the fact she was not wearing a bra, and headed for the door.

"I'm going to check on another patient," she said as she grabbed the doorknob. 

"Don't go anywhere" she said as she laughed and stepped through the door.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself as I thought about my throbbing dick that was just moments from exploding.

I dreamed about what had just happened as I lay there with my cock at full attention. Closing my eyes again, I thought about her lips softly pressing themselves on my throbbing dick.

The door opened again. I looked and saw the doctor returning but this time she was not alone. Behind her was a younger nurse built like the doctor but with red hair and fuller lips.

"Now, where were we?" the doctor inquired.

My cock shivered at the thought of this other stranger in the room looking at my exposed and restrained nakedness.

"Oh yes, I remember, I was checking your blood pressure. I didn't get a reading yet. Nurse! Check his pressure!" she commanded.

Responding to the doctor's orders, the nurse bent over and took my dick in her mouth. Sucking hard and quickly, she took the entire length of my shaft in her mouth. 

Removing her mouth, the nurse said, "His pressure is steady".

"It should be rising by now" the doctor retorted. 

"Remove your clothes and see if we cannot remedy this situation" the doctor ordered. Responding to her order, the nurse unbuttoned her uniform and let it slide to the floor. Wearing only lacy panties and bra, I gasped at the site of this lovely woman. Removing her bra and panties, the nurse was naked now.

"Get on the table and administer oral resuscitation to his cock!" the doctor barked.

Obliging her superior, the nurse mounted the table in a 69 position and placed her mouth back on my tool. The doctor reached over and pushed her aides ass down where I could smell her moist pussy. The nurse took my meat deep in her throat. She sensed my breath on her thighs and lowered herself further where I could begin to taste her sweetness. She was wet and I licked her pussy like a hungry dog. I could feel my steam rising again and began to nibble her clit in rhythm to her sucking. The nurse and I were moaning in unison as our movements were matching each stroke and pull. 

I looked over to see where the doctor was. I saw her on the counter. She had removed her clothes and was fingering herself to our sex show. Her eyes were fixated on my dick and the mouth that was trying to suck the life from it. 

"How is his pressure now?" the doctor asked as she was standing up licking her fingers.

"His pressure is rising fast doctor" the nurse responded.

"This calls for emergency action" the doctor said.

The doctor made the nurse raise her head from my cock as she began to mount the table. Straddling me, she placed her pussy over my dick. I could not see because the nurse still had her pussy in my face but I could feel the doctor's love hole barely touching the head of my cock. 

"We have to release this pressure right now!" the doctor ordered.

Sliding her pussy down over my dick, I could feel her heat. She was really wet and tightened her cunt muscles as she took my length. The nurse lowered her pussy to my mouth and I resumed lapping at her cunt like the sex dog that I had become. The doctor began moving up and down, slowly at first. I could hear moaning, almost purring. 

"Work with me nurse" she commanded. "We don't want to lose this patient yet".

The nurse reached forward and was rubbing the doctor's tits and pinching her nipples. The doctor reciprocated with the nurse. I could hear them both squeal with delight. Pumping harder on my meat, the doctor was beginning to orgasm. She yelped and squirmed as I humped my hips in time with her movements. I drove my dick harder and deeper. I felt her pussy quiver and become drenched. She slowed her pumping but not before I exploded into her hot hole.

Not wanting the nurse to be left out, the doctor kneaded her breasts with one hand while she fingered her twat along with my tongue as we brought the nurse to a screaming release. She shook with pleasure as she finally reached orgasm. She flooded my mouth with her fluids and I licked her until my tongue hurt. 

The doctor and nurse both climbed down from the table. Getting themselves dressed again, they giggled as they brushed their hair back in place.

"How does that knee feel now?" the doctor asked.

"It feels great!" I answered almost amazed.

"Great. That was the best muscle relaxer I could prescribe," the doctor replied as she removed the restraints. 

"You can get dressed now," she said turning to write on the doctor's report.

Handing me a copy, she bent forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

"There is no charge for the treatment. If it hurts in a couple of weeks, you can return." She said as she and the nurse walked out the door.

Getting dressed, I looked at the report and noticed that the doctor had listed my treatment as physical therapy.

I think I may have a relapse.

Physical Therapy



I am a physical therapist and I am assigned to help people get back to work after a accident or surgery. The job involves lots of travel around the city I work in I have found many clients are just plain lazy and don't want to work. Every time I get a new client I secretly wish it's some beautiful girl and we fall into bed and fuck and suck our brains out. The reality is most people are older and usually very out of shape. 

I usually set up a mat in their home and show them some simple ways to increase muscle and tone then leave the equipment for a week and return to find if they have made any progress. The typical clients progress is they put the mat and weights in a corner and resume life on the couch. 

One client was Deb she had a hip replacement. I expected to see this 80 something lady. I was surprised to see a slender 40-year-old woman. I set up her exercise equipment and showed her how to work with stretching and some simple lifting that should help improve her mobility. 

Deb wanted to get started and I noticed that she actually was wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra. She looked great and we talked for over an hour about her job and hobbies. 

I left and set up an appointment to pick up the equipment in 3 weeks. As I headed back to Debs house to pick up the equipment it was snowing and very nasty out I walked up to her front door. Deb answered again dressed in a tight pair of spandex shorts and cute little half tee shirt. She asked me to follow her down the stairs I was staring at her firm ass and headed down the steps, suddenly I slipped from the snow on my boots and fell. That's all I remember till I opened my eyes again and looked up. Deb said that I had hit my head and knocked myself out. I was in no pain I could feel the bump on the back of my head. I wanted to get up and finish my job. I sat up and Deb stood in front of me to help pull me to my feet. Then right in front of me was a spandex covered camel toe. 

The material was pulled into her crotch about a full inch and all I saw was a puffy pussy about 2 inches from my face. I gasped and Deb thought something was wrong. I told her I was fine. She insisted that I tell her what was wrong. I shyly said it was something I saw. Again she asked what and I told her it was the way her shorts were riding up. She smiled and said I must be ok. Then she reached for my groin and said yep your just fine. I pulled her close for a quick kiss and quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head. Next thing I know we were both getting naked right on her living room floor. As I pulled off my boxers she pulled off her spandex shorts off exposing a shaved pussy and a swollen clit I was surprised to see a bald pussy and she knew that my eyes were locked in on her crotch. I had to get that bald muff into my mouth and I gently pulled her towards my face. As she spread her legs on each side of my head her pussy lips parted. I was in lust I reached my tongue into her pussy gently pulling on her labia and exposing more of her dripping cunt on to my mouth and face. 

Deb must have been pretty close because she planted her pussy on my face and ground back and forth till her clit was banging against my nose. I was being smothered by her, the juice it was almost dripping down my face. After she stopped cumming on my face she slid her wet pussy down my chest and impaled herself onto my hard cock. I was amazed that this woman would take complete control and fuck me for her pleasure. Obviously her hip had healed very well because she was grinding back and forth. Soon I filled her pussy with my cum but she had no intentions of stopping or even slowing down till she came again. The froth of our love juice was running down my legs and Deb finally lifted herself from my spent cock. I got up and headed towards her bathroom. She followed and we jumped into the shower together. 

I thanked her for the great time and asked if she needed more time with the equipment. With that we stepped into the shower and she took me into her mouth. That story will be told another time. 



Physical Therapy



I’m James and I’m an 18 – year old college student. I’m a little under 6 feet, with relatively defined muscles and brownish hair. Despite the fact that I do my fair share of exercise, I was born with a problematic back, which basically means that the only way for my back to feel good is to constantly work out and go to physical therapy pretty often. 

I go to this really nice place for therapy. Practically everyone in town goes there and there are usually like 5 therapists around at any given time. I work with a guy named Mike. As a physical therapist, he’s in excellent shape. He’s a few inches taller than me with short black hair and a slight tan. He’s also an excellent therapist. 

Today I got stuck at my terrible convenience store job for a couple extra hours cause my replacement had gotten in a car accident. I had called Mike to make sure that it would be okay if I came to my appointment around 6. He said that it would be fine, even though everyone was leaving early cause 5 was the last appointment that day. I thanked him – my back really needed work that day. 

I showed up a little bit before 6, as other people were just about finishing up with their appointments. “How ya feeling,” Mike asked, as I walked into the main room past the desk. “I’m all right, I’m still feeling it in my abs from Monday.” “Alright,” he said, “Maybe we’ll just do some stretches today, save more abs for next time”. I told him that would be great and felt very relieved. He was wearing his typical dark khaki pants and white collared shirt, very professional. We’re supposed to wear shorts, so I wore my regular mesh lacrosse shorts and a plain tee shirt.

Typically, I start with hamstring stretches in the main room, which had everything from treadmills to exercise bikes to these interesting machines that seemed to work your arms and wrists. I got on the mat and Mike gave me a strap to pull my leg up while I lay on my back. I stretched my hamstrings for a while until the pulling of the strap was killing my arms, so I just stopped. Mike said to head off into room 3 and he’d be there just after he finished with this last patient. 

The room was like all the others, a little doctor- type table with that butcher paper pulled across it. These all have holes in them though, so you can breathe while you get a massage. I sat on the edge of the table, looking at the posters on the wall that told me how to stay fit until I heard Mike say goodbye to the other patient. 

“Sorry I had to come so late,” I told him as he walked into the room. “That’s fine, James. Don’t worry about it, I was gonna stay a little late anyways to finish up paper work. I just closed up so nobody comes in and tries to make appointments or something. And this way, all the equipment is at your disposal. “Sounds good,” I said, “what’s up for today?”

“First,” he started, “we’re gonna do a few stretches for your lower back area.” “All right,” I replied. He began to demonstrate the first exercise. “I want you to get up on the table like this.” He got on all fours on the table with his head facing the ground. “And just tilt your pelvis up and flatten your back,” he continued, “like this.”

“Doesn’t look too hard,” I responded, climbing up onto the table after him. I began to perform the exercise. It felt pretty good on my back. Then I felt Mike’s hand on my inner thigh. “That’s good, but just spread your legs out a little wider, to shoulder width.” I obliged and squirmed my legs outwards, leaning on my arms. Just then I felt a slight twinge in between my legs and I was sure that Mike had grazed his fingers along my balls through my shorts. 

My cock grew with the sensation. I’d never even looked at another man in any sort of sexual way before, but that felt incredible and it was just a slight touch. My thoughts wandered to how I would like more touching from Mike, but I was interrupted by Mike’s command, “all right, off the table and face that wall over there.” I unwillingly obliged, knowing that he would now be able to see my semi- erect cock easily with these shorts. 

I turned quickly towards the wall and was told to slowly bend down towards my toes as far as I could go. After one trip down and back up, Mike put his hands on my back and guided me down and up. The next time up, Mike lifted my shirt clean off, saying that it’d be easier if he could see what was actually going on. “Fine by me,” I replied.

After a few more of these stretches, I was made to get back on the table, face down and poke a hole through the paper for a massage. Mike started out just pressing lightly around my back, checking to see how everything was and where I was hurting. 

He then rested his elbow on my upper back and stretched his arm towards my butt in some attempt to mobilize my spine I guess. The sensation that this produced in my ass was amazing and I heard my cock twitch against the paper as he increased the pressure on my back. 

Then, keeping his elbow still, he started moving his hand around my lower back, towards my side, even near my stomach, as far as he could go. I felt him slide his fingers under my boxers. That sensation under my stomach has always given me an instant hard-on and this was no exception. 

Keeping his fingers under the boxers, he moved his fingers around my side and towards my ass again. He moved further down my spine this time, and continued down. His finger was slowly circling my anus and I groaned lightly, exhaling heavily. 

That must have been his queue, because the next thing I know, he brought his head over towards mine and softly stated, “It’d be a lot easier for this massage if I could move your shorts down a little.” 

This was everything that I had hoped for and I agreed, but was a little surprised for some reason when he pulled both my shorts and my boxers down almost to my knees. He then brought out a little massage oil and rubbed it into my back. That continued normally for a couple of minutes, and I was completely relaxed, feeling amazing. 

The massage continued down to my lower back, and he started kneading my ass with his powerful hands. It felt unbelievable, and I involuntarily picked my hips off the table while he was doing this. Then I felt his hands move towards the center and one finger slowly slid into my anus. 

The first inch hurt a bit, but the rest was no problem as his finger went all the way in till I felt his knuckles pressing right against my hole. I let out a soft moan and moved my hips a little to allow my dick sideways movement on the table. I was now fully erect. 

I was a bit saddened when he pulled his finger out and continued down my body, massaging my upper and lower thighs. Then my shorts came clean off, as Mike explained that he needed to get my lower legs too. My legs weren’t hurting, but who was I to complain?

He had gotten all the way down to my ankles, and I was pleading to myself that this wasn’t the end, when I heard him call out “All right, just flip over and we’ll do the rest of your legs.” I was both excited and embarrassed that now my raging hard- on would be on full display. I was a good 7 inches at full attention. “I guess that did something for you too, eh?” Said Mike as I settled onto my back. I blushed bright red at this comment, but said nothing.

Mike continued kneading my legs, and my cock was still at full height, remembering the feeling that his finger had done. When he got towards my upper thighs he pulled my knees up and had a full view of my ass. He then took one finger and softly slid it from the end of my spine, across my anus, all along my balls and up to the tip. 

Then he brought it down across the head and down near my belly button. This was almost enough to make me explode, and I blushed again as a small drop of precum rolled down the head. 

Mike picked it up with his forefinger and licked it off. I was in complete amazement. He then took his hand and wrapped it entirely around my cock. 

“How does that feel?” He asked, sliding his hand up and down softly. 

“Incredible,” I replied, though I could barely speak. 

He then bent down and kissed the tip of my cock, picking up another drop of precum that was leaking out. 

Repeating the earlier process with his tongue, he moved along the base of my shaft, down to my balls. He slowly circled each of my balls with his tongue, picking up a bit of skin and sucking it lightly, then taking a whole nut in his mouth and sucking on it for a couple seconds. 

His tongue had explored every bit of my groin and it was covered in saliva as he moved down under my balls, cupping them with one hand and pulling them up to allow room for his head. Then he took my legs and pushed them back, holding them up with his other free arm. He traced his tongue down to my hole and circled it slowly, so slowly that I could scarcely take it. 

He then moved his tongue in, plunging it into my ass. “Ohhh my god” was all I could muster as he got his whole tongue in my ass. He let go of my balls with his one hand, allowing them to dangle on his face while he continued to explore. With his now free hand, he proceeded to pump my cock, all the way from the base to the head with careful precision, slowly and softly, paying attention to the head and underside.

His head then popped out from below and I groaned in disappointment. “Maybe more later,” he said. And my disappointment quickly faded as he bent down to kiss my cock again. This time, his kiss continued and his mouth parted as he forced himself down the length of my shaft, keeping his mouth tight the whole time. He groaned into me, a sensation I had never felt before. He took me all in without hesitation the first time down. Coming back up, he looked at me and said, “That tastes so good, James.” 

He continued to suck on my cock like a fucking pro, occasionally just tracing the head and underside with his tongue, then picking up speed and pumping with his hand, twisting it as he went up and down, groaning into my cock and sending shivers down from the head to my balls. Then he moved his hand towards the oil again and a few seconds later, I felt two fingers plunge up my ass as far as they could go. 

“Holy shit,” I cried out. It hurt like hell at first, but the next time down, I realized that it was the singly most amazing feeling ever. I’m not gay, but it was just too damn good to stop. Nothing had ever been up my hole before, and I was now wondering why that was. I was just about to cum after a few seconds of this penetration. 

He was pumping hard, sucking the cum out of my balls and fucking my ass with his powerful fingers when he pulled his mouth of my dick and just kept pumping. There was more than enough saliva and precum to lubricate me for a while. Then he pulled his fingers out of my ass. 

“Don’t stop,” I cried.

“Why should I keep going,” demanded Mike, in a commanding tone. 

“Cause I fucking love your fingers in my ass and you on my cock.” 

With that, he penetrated my ass again, this time with three fingers and he continued pumping my cock faster than ever. I was tensing up. I moaned to warn him of my cum, and he lunged his fingers up my ass one last time, pushing against my prostate. I exploded ropes of cum straight up, across my chest, up near my neck, all along my belly and finally onto Mike’s hand. 

He was still gripping my cock as he withdrew from my ass. I looked up at him as he pulled his hand away from my cock and brought it up to his mouth. “mmmmm” he said as he slowly inserted finger after finger into his mouth and licked off my cum. Cum was still leaking from my tip as I laid back and closed my eyes, having just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. 

I quickly opened my eyes with a start when I heard rustling on the paper to either side of my head. To my surprise, I found myself mere inches from Mike’s crotch. His pants were still on, but there was a noticeable bulge in his pants, straining to get out. 

“Don’t think we’re through yet, babe,” Mike said, unclasping his belt. I hesitated, thinking briefly about my supposed heterosexuality, then thinking more about the warm cum that was still leaking down my chest and the biggest load I’d ever shot. 

I stared into Mike’s eyes and brought my arm between his legs, making a slow motion from his ass to his bulge and putting pressure on his solid cock. I then licked my lips, and unzipped his fly. I then reached into the fly and felt around for the hole in his boxers. After that, I slowly traced my hand down his shaft to the head.

Mike shuddered as my hand wrapped around his cock and I pulled it free. All 9 inches stared me straight in the face. Gulping and forgetting my inhibitions, I softly kissed the tip of his cock. I parted his hole with my tongue, fishing for that drop of precum. 

As it rolled down my tongue, I found myself hesitant at first to swallow, but when I finally brought myself to do so, I was quite surprised. His juice was soft and creamy, with a distinctly pleasant taste. I knew I wanted more now, so, after encircling his head briefly with my tongue, I plunged down. 

I only got about halfway down his shaft when his cock was almost at the back of my throat. I stopped and came back off, gagging a little bit. I looked up at Mike and he said in a loud voice, “what the hell was that, slut?”

“You’re too big,” I replied, looking back down at his cock. 

“Then we’ll just have to find somewhere else for it, won’t we, slut”

“No, please,” I pleaded. This was a great experience, don’t get me wrong, I just didn’t want his massive prick all the way in my ass any time soon. Right now I just wanted his hot cum down my throat. “I’ll try again.” 

“Damn right you will, bitch,” he replied. 

I relaxed my throat and plunged down his shaft again, this time getting almost 7 inches of him in me before I could handle no more. 

“All the way you little slut,” he shouted, as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards his groin. “I want you to smell my balls.” My face was buried in a mound of pubic hair and my dick was rock solid at this point. I coughed a little, but then relaxed more as he held me there, making sure I couldn’t come back up. I looked up at his eyes. as I bobbed my head slowly up and down the base of his member. I moaned softly into him as I pulled back off, lingering along his length with my tongue.

I then moved my head to the side, getting at him from a different angle. I moved my mouth down the side of his cock, wetting it from top to bottom. I took a deep breath at the bottom, taking in the full essence of his manhood. Wanting more, I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and the boxers down to his knees. I then leaned back and rested my head on the table. I reached my hands around his butt and pulled him down towards me. 

He moved forwards and put his cock in my face. I didn’t take him in, I just held him there by his ass, applying pressure, allowing my fingers to explore near his hole. He moved his cock across my face. It was an incredible sensation to have a warm cock pressing against my face. 

I pulled him further, past my face, and brought his balls down to my mouth. I circled each one slowly and traced down to his ass. I licked the outskirts of his anus slowly. “Quit dicking around and eat my ass, whore,” Mike commanded as he lowered his weight and sat on my face. I willingly obliged, lapping up his ass juice with my tongue. 

“Finish off my cock, now. I want to cum in your fucking mouth and give you your first taste of man juice,” he demanded.

“I want to fucking taste you too” I said, sliding further up the table. I picked my head up off the table, but he thrust me back down, shoving his entire cock down my throat, pinning my against the table. I lay there for a minute while he fucked my face with his massive cock. I played with his balls with my free hands for a little while, then grabbed his ass cheeks and held him down on top of me.

I sucked him like an ice pop, trying to drain the cum from his balls while he moaned. His hips were writhing in anticipation and I knew he would cum any second. I didn’t let up. “That’s right, bitch, suck the fucking cum right out of my fucking cock.” The next thing I knew, I huge stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed slowly, wanting to savor his cum forever. 

I wasn’t prepared for the next burst, which filled up my entire mouth. I had to pull him off me before I choked on him. The cum was dribbling out my mouth and down my cheeks as I desperately tried to catch it all. The next rope hit me across the face, and I stuck my tongue out to catch more. “Eat my fucking cum,” Mike shouted, as it continued to pour across me. When it was all over, my chest was a mixture of our cum and my face was speckled all over with his. 

“There’s still clean up,” Mike pointed out as I licked my lips, searching for more cum. 

I took my hand and wiped it across my chest, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste the remnants. 

“Not there, slut,” he said as he motioned to his semi- erect cock. 

“Sorry” I said as I sat back up.

“Sorry what?” he said, pushing me back down.

“Sorry sir,” I replied, correcting myself.

“That’s right, and don’t forget it. What are you?”

“I’m your fucking cumslut bitch.” I said, knowing the truth of my words. All I wanted now was to get the rest of his cum and feel his cock in my mouth again. 

“Now eat it,” he said, allowing me to sit up. I wasted no time going right back down on him, milking his cock and licking down the shaft for all remnants of him. 

When he was satisfied, he pulled his dick out of my mouth. “You’ll get more next time,” he said, pulling his pants back up and tucking himself in. I felt a tingle just thinking about a next time. 

I went to grab a towel to wipe the cum off my face. “What the fuck are you doing, slut,” demanded Mike as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Cleaning up,” I replied. 

“No way bitch, the cum stays on. I want everyone to know what a little cumslut you are.” 

“But, Mike, I’m not gay. I don’t want everyone to think that.” 

“The hell you aren’t. You’re my queer cumslut bitch, and you’re gonna leave that cum on your face.” I couldn’t believe myself when I put the towel back down and got dressed, leaving the cum on my face. 

I headed for the door when Mike called out to me, “James, two things.”

“What?” I replied.

“Same time tomorrow.”

I grinned, “fine with me, I can’t wait.”

“And I want you clean shaven. Tomorrow I’m gonna make you my little ass slut.”



Physical Therapy



This is just a quick piece of smut I threw together for some practice. I hope you like it.

And as always, thanks to EmeraldKitten for inspiration and support.

I'm walking down the hall, having taken a quick evening shower. As I pass by the room my lady and I have set apart for our computers I hear a small sound of pain coming from it.

I slip quietly inside and look at her. Wide shouldered and full figured, I feel that surge of passion she always causes in me. Her hair is red and curly, framing the happy face I never tire of looking at. But I can see by the set of her back and shoulders that she's in a bit of pain. Standing all day can do that to you.

I move up behind her and drape my arms over her shoulders, pressing them over her ample breasts and caressing her stomach with my hands. "Bon soir, cherie," I whisper in her ear, "Could you use a massage? Something to ease your tenseness?"

She leans back and turns her head towards me, smiling. "Mhm," she whispers. She kisses the edge of my jaw. "Oh yes. Desperately. It's the best offer I've had all day." She wriggles a little in anticipation, then winces in pain. "You got here just in time. I think I'm going to crack."

I kiss her forehead. "Not here. Chair's in the way and I need your back straight." I take her by the hand and help her stand. Leading her to our bedroom, I have her lay her face down on the bed. I kneel next to her and moving her lovely hair aside, gently place my hands on her neck.

With a feather light touch I start to work the knots out of her muscles. Bit by bit, I move down her neck and across her shoulders. She gets a dreamy smile on her face and random noises come from her. Sighs, whimpers and moans sound and I can feel her relaxing.

"You'll need to remove your shirt," I whisper. "The cloth keeps me from working you just the right way."

She mumbles something in reply and quickly rises to her knees. She takes the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it up, over her head. I draw a sharp breath at the sight. Her pale skin is so beautiful. And those firm, full breasts are glorious. For a second, it takes all my will to keep myself from suckling at one. But I want her ready for that. There's no need to rush.

She lies back down, grinning at me. I can see her tits pressed against the bed, as they'll soon be pressed against me. Her eyes glitter with anticipation. She's waiting for the feel of my hands again.

She doesn't need to wait long. I immediately start to work on her shoulders, squeezing and pressing, loosening the flesh there. Slowly, I work from the edges to her spine. She makes tiny, happy noises of pleasure.

As I reach her spinal column, I throw a leg over her, straddling the small of her back. I don't sit, knowing she's too tender to support me. I take my own shirt off as I'm working up a sweat.

Then I start working my fingers again. Beginning from her spine, I work her lovely skin. Outwards I move my hands, kneading out the tight spots. As each small area is finished, I move back to the centre, down a little, and repeat my teasing.

She gasps, then whimpers. "Oh God," she moans, "That feels so good. You are most definitely hired." She gives another moan. "Yes. Most definitely.

"Lower," she asks then. "That's not really sore at all. It's my lower back. Right where my jeans are, not quite to my tailbone. Could you work there, please?"

"Of course, cher," I reply. "You'll need to take off your pants. I can't work you properly with them in the way."

"Get off me then!" she demands. She bucks up, forcing me off her. Moving quickly for someone who claimed to be in pain she rolls on her back and undoes her jeans. Lifting her hips, she rolls them down her legs and kicks them free. She rolls back on her stomach and grins at me. "Okie dokie. Get to work, buddy." And she laughs.

I smile at her good humour, and in testimonial to her lovely ass and legs. I place myself on her thighs and massage her lower back, gently, firmly.

She gasps at the feel of my hands. "Oh yes," comes purring from her. Her eyes slit with bliss and I can see her shoulders relax as the tension and pain dissipate.

The sight of her nearly naked has made me hard, as it always does. The feel of her pushes more blood to my erection. I squirm my hips a little, teasing my length between her soft cheeks. She sounds another gasp. She wriggles against me, stroking her lush buttocks over me. A shudder passes under my hands and up her back.

I smile. I know the signals she makes when she wants. I lean down and press my chest against the soft, warm skin of her back. "I think I've done all I can in the way of massage," I whisper in her ear. "Perhaps I should get some hormones running? A jolt of endorphins would be recommended therapy." I graze my fingers along the sides of her breasts to give her a taste of what I have in mind.

She shivers at the feel of me on her back, then stiffens as I whisper into her ear. "I'd have to agree. Hormones are always good. Endorphins are good too." She gasps as I harry the sensitive flesh peeking out from beneath her. I can feel goose bumps rise all over. She turns to look at me, leans in and softly kisses the corner of my mouth.

I cover her lips with mine and kiss her hard, teasing her tongue, telling her how much I want her. I growl at her taste; delicious, sweet and hot. I edge my hands under her and stroke her nipples. I know how much such fiddling arouses her.

She snaps her head away and moans at my touch. "Is… is there any particular position you'd like for me to get into?" comes in a hiss.

"If your back's up to it, could you please roll on to it?" I reply. I raise myself enough to allow her to do so.

"Yeah, it's up to it." And she rolls herself over. She reaches up, wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me back to her. I quiver as her firm mounds press into me. The stiff points at their peak prod me.

She captures my lips this time. Her tongue slips along the seam, begging entrance. I let her in and she slides inside, feeling around, tasting me.

I groan. I adore the way she wants. Cupping my hands, I run them up her now sweating flanks. I relish the goose bumps her lust creates as I brush lightly over her ribs. I drift my thumbs over her chest, just at the spot where breasts connect. I squeeze her tits with soft pressure, slowly moving up the silken surfaces until I reach her nipples again. My fingers close and I roll them, not quite gently.

Her hands had been playing over my sides and back. When my fingers take her nipples she grabs my hips and pulls me tight. I feel her press her legs together to heighten the sensations growing there. She starts to pant, turns her head and nips at my neck.

My body twitches at the feel of her teeth. I move my lips to her neck and suck at it, laving my tongue across it. Without lifting my head, I move down to her inner shoulder and onwards to her upper chest. She trills with pleasure as my mouth moves over her.

My beard leads the way between her gorgeous tits. A soft giggle escapes from her as my hair tickles her. She takes my head in her hands and holds me close. As my cheeks brush against her fulsome breasts I move my lips up the right peak, teasing and licking. When my lips reach the stiff nub at the top, I swirl my tongue around it. I suck it into my mouth, nibble at the pliant flesh with my lips and poke my tongue into the tiny hole in its centre. I increase the speed I roll the other one with. Her back arches and a strangled moan sounds, "Please… God… Yes…"

Her hips writhe beneath me as passion shakes her. "Please," she asks again with a gasp. "I need to feel you against me." She moves again, trying to get her legs free.

I lift one leg and she moves her limb on that side out. I let her other one free as well. Then I stretch my legs out so my body lies fully against hers. I can feel her centre squirming under me, against me. I grow completely hard at the sensation. Her breasts are pressed against me. Again I can feel the stiffness of her nipples digging into me. I wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her face to mine for a kiss as passionate as I can muster. As I pull at her lips and tongue my hips start to pump, running my length over her fabric covered slit. Pulling my mouth from hers I mutter, "Good God woman. You turn me on."

Her hips stop for a second and then match my rhythm. Her fingers dig into my back to pull me closer. She kisses at the corner of my mouth and murmurs, "Good. I'm glad." Placing short, demanding kisses on my jaw and neck she pleads, "God, I want to feel you inside me. Please."

Untangling my fingers from her hair, I reach for the button of my jeans. On releasing it, I slide them and my briefs down enough for my cock to spring free. I take the gusset of her panties and move it out of the way. A slight movement places the spongy head of my rod at her weeping entrance.

I pull back my head and look into her eyes. They're glowing with the heat flaming inside her. That passion is infectious and my own rises. I quirk an eyebrow at her in an interrogative. "More?" I ask silently.

She is panting now, and whimpers when I press into her. Her hands move to my hips and she tries to pull me in. I resist. Her eyes focus on mine. "All." she breathes in answer to my unspoken question. Her feet brace themselves on the bed and her hips wriggle.

"As you wish," I tell her. And I start to push. Slowly. I don't wish such a perfect moment to end too soon.

"So kind," she starts. Her voice is cut off by a wavering groan as I slip inside.

I run my cock into her just a bit, then pull out not quite the same distance. In a little more and back out. Each thrust is deeper and each withdrawal ends sooner. I place my arms under her, hands on her shoulders, so I can feel as much of her hot, damp skin as I can. Too soon, my base is kissed by her lower lips.

She moans as I press forward and whimpers as I pull out. Her fingers clench at my back, wanting me close. She pulls her feet in, spreading herself wider, opening herself to me. A long moan escapes at my full length in her. "Ah. Yes," she hisses. She holds still for a moment then surges up against me. Her hot, wet walls tighten and tug at me.

My lust carries me away. I pull back and slam forward, and again, and again. The feel of her around me, moving with me, is utterly maddening. Her pulsing pressure makes my mind whirl. I pant in her ear and run my tongue through the whorls.

I want this woman more than any other. Moving my hands, I cup her full ass cheeks and pull her into my thrusts. I squeeze and roll her firm butt, pressing the cheeks together to tease her asshole.

I glory in the sounds of joy coming from her, revel in the feel of her salt slick skin, marvel at the demanding suction of her cunt. The end is approaching fast. I can feel myself getting ready to explode in her. "Come for me," I demand, "let go."

Her fingernails dig into my back and her hips jerk into mine. Her pussy clenches hard around me. It ripples and twitches, massaging my cock. I can feel something deep and primal take hold of her. "Yes! God! Fuck! Coming!" roars from her as she quakes under me.

This puts me over the edge. I wrap my arms around her and my hips lose their rhythm. They pump at random intervals as I spray inside her. My awareness comes and goes as the joy of pleasing her overwhelms my senses. "Jesus," I huff. "Me…too… Shit… God!"

At the last word I hug her hard, all my muscles locking in place. Then they go soft as down and I wilt. Lying there, I pant in her ear and drift, feeling only my heart. And her.

Her hands fall away from my back. and her thighs lose their death grip on my hips. I feel her work her inner muscles around my softening prick, pulling every drop she can from me. A shiver passes through her. Her chest heaves with the struggle to catch her breath.

All I can do is listen to her breathe, feel her chest rise and fall beneath me. I bask in the comfort of her warm body, and the warmer emotion underneath it. I rouse enough strength to kiss her forehead. The salt of her sweat is very tasty, doubly so knowing what caused it.

I manage to roll off and pull her into the circle of my arms. "So," I whisper, "How's your back?"

She snuggles up against me and smiles. A giggle sounds as I ask the question. "Back?" she grins. "What back?" She tilts her head back and kisses my jaw. With a happy squirm, she nuzzles her face into my neck and sighs with contentment.

I kiss the top of her head and smile to myself. I've been a good physical therapist yet again.

FIN



Physical Therapy



Chapter 1

"There's a drive to deep left field, Harris on his horse, way back... Oh, he's down on the warning track! It's off the wall, that'll go for a triple! And Harris is still down..."

The tears in my eyes were not so much for the considerable physical pain I was in, but more for the fear that it was all over. I had been sprinting back for a deep fly ball, and when I hit the warning track, my ankle gave way with a sickening sound, and I went down in a heap. I thought my career was over, before it really had begun. After college, I'd passed on a solid Engineering job to pursue my dreams of glory in the Major Leagues, and I was doing pretty well in Rookie ball in Everett, just 30 miles from my Mom's house. I was the best outfielder on the team, but I kept my ego in check because I was the only "College Boy" there. College grads usually went straight to Class-A.

"Well, son, you're in luck. You won't be needing surgery," the doctor said, peering at the X-ray. "But you'll be out six to eight weeks, depending on how hard you work at the physical therapy. I can give you a list of Physical Therapists we've worked with, or you're free to pick your own."

My Mom's a nurse, and she had her own recommendations. I ended up going with the daughter of someone she worked with. Mom took me over to Mrs. Salyer's house, where I not only met Susan, the Physical Therapist, but also Joy, another daughter. Joy was about my age, petite with dark hair and dark eyes. She was absolutely beautiful, tiny and delicate, without seeming fragile. It didn't take long to figure out she wasn't the sharpest member of the family, but her naivete was endearing and her gullibility a favorite target for her sister's wit.

Susan was a few years younger, blond haired and blue eyed, and had a larger, more muscular frame, including a rather impressive rack, if you're into that sort of thing. Although I thought she was attractive, I could sense she compared herself to her sister, and found herself wanting. It was funny to see them side by side, they looked so different. Susan was dressed in jeans and a football jersey, which she filled out quite nicely I might add, while Joy was dressed in designer clothes. Susan was very sharp witted, and not just compared to her sister. When Joy made some totally illogical comment, her sister rolled her eyes.

"Stan, please believe me - we're not blood related!" Susan smirked.

"What?"

"She's adopted," Joy said, "and whenever I say something dumb, she makes sure everybody knows it!"

Susan and I exchanged grins at her unintentional double meaning.

Both girls were very attractive, but I was initially drawn to Susan's big... brain. She could talk intelligently about anything, including baseball and science. But her Mom made sure I knew that Susan had a long-time boyfriend, whereas Joy was, at the moment, available. Now, I'm not too comfortable asking girls out, my mind always seems to desert me. But Mrs. Salyer's comments made it seem rude for me not to ask, and hard for Joy to turn me down, so I asked her to dinner. I guess I bungled it though, because I ended up taking both daughters.

It was actually kind of good that both of them came, it took the pressure off me. I felt kind of strange, proud to be seen with these two girls that I thought were attractive, yet aware that to others one was very beautiful, and the other... some euphemism for overweight. That's fine, but it bothered me that I cared a little bit what other people thought, seeing me with them. I didn't think much of it at the time, though, I was just having a good time.

Joy was very animated, pulling me out of my shell, and Susan was just hilarious. Despite the natural competition between them, it was clear that they loved each other very much.

Chapter 2

Initially I was seeing Susan a lot more than Joy, an hour every day for physical therapy. I was going out with Joy just on the weekends. Even then, half the time Joy invited Susan along. Susan quickly became a good friend, but things were moving pretty slowly with Joy. We were good friends too, but we were supposed to be dating, and the romantic part was going very slowly.

"So, how're things going with Joy?" Susan asked while manipulating my ankle.

"Oh, pretty good I guess. I really like her, and I think she likes me."

"Oh, she likes you all right..." I sensed an unspoken "but".

"What?"

"I don't know if I should say anything."

"Well, you've got to now!"

"Yeah, I guess. I just think you should know that there's an ex-boyfriend still lurking around."

"What do you mean, lurking?"

"Oh, she never sees him, what I mean is, he's still in her head, I think. She won't admit it, though."

"Maybe I can make her forget about him."

"Maybe. I just don't want you to get hurt. Either of you. You do seem to make her happy, though."

"What about you? Does what's-his-name make you happy?" What was that? It's like I was jealous or something. I hope it didn't sound like it felt.

"Yeah, or used to anyway. I don't see him much when school's in session."

"Are things good when you do see him?"

"The answer to that varies according to my mood."

"A woman's prerogative."

"Sometimes I think the relationship isn't as important to him as it is to me. Then other times I think maybe it's not that important to me, either."

"Gaaah! Be careful, there!"

"What, I wasn't even touching your ankle!"

"No, but when you move my leg like that, it kills my hip."

"Where?"

"Just the left one, like right on the socket."

Susan began pushing and probing, and soon it was clear that my shorts were getting in her way.

"Sorry, but you're gonna have to lose the shorts."

"Uhhh..."

"What's the matter? Most jock types can't wait to show me what they've got. Like I'd be impressed that they can get an erection with a total stranger."

"You're not a stranger, though. You're my girlfriend's sister."

"I'm your Physical Therapist. I'm sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before."

"But... It's a no-win deal for me. If I have an erection, I'm one of those 'Jock Types' you hate. And if I don't... I... well, I wouldn't want you to think you're not attractive, because you are."

"Yeah, right. Joy is the attractive one. I'm the fat one, remember?"

"Oh, don't do that. Of course you're attractive. I think you're beautiful!"

"And I think you're delusional. By any objective measure..."

"But that's just it, you can't measure it objectively. I think..." I think I'm getting myself in trouble here.

"Enough already, just can the chatter and strip, okay?"

It actually was a good time to do it. I didn't have a raging hard-on, but I wasn't all shriveled up, either. I pulled off my shorts and briefs as Susan looked on in a totally unprofessional manner. My penis was inflated to full size, but was still soft enough that it hung down between my legs. For some reason, I wanted to make a good first impression.

"Don't worry," she said eyeing my source of embarrassment, "your girlfriend will hear only good things from me!"

"You're not going to tell her about this, are you?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I don't know, do you think she'd be upset? Besides, isn't there some patient-therapist confidentiality thing?"

"Hmmm... I don't suppose I have to mention it. I'm sure she'll be seeing you in all your glory soon enough anyway."

"I don't know about that. We seem to be going pretty slowly."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Uhhh... mine, I suppose."

Chapter 3

Well, I wanted to move things along with Joy, but at that point in my life I was so unsure of myself, I didn't know what to do. And even if I did know what to do, if I wasn't positive, I couldn't go through with it. Anyway, we'd been dating a few weeks, and I hadn't kissed her. Sometimes I'd be sure she wanted me to, then she'd do something that made the doubts creep in. Then she changed all that by taking a little initiative.

"Hi Stan, are you free tonight?"

"I'm cheap, but not free," I quipped.

"Ha, ha. Well, you're free tonight, I'm treating."

"You spoil me. Where to?"

"I thought we could take the ferry to the island. It's a nice ride, we can get something to eat over there, then it's a nice ride back."

It was a very romantic date. How come I can never think of things like that? We parked the car, then walked around the beach while waiting for the ferry to arrive. I took her hand to help her climb over a big log, and neither of us were inclined to let go. When the ferry arrived, we walked on board, wandering around on deck for the one hour trip. Though it was spring, it was a little chilly in the evening with the wind.

"Brrr," she said, holding my hand tightly.

"D'you want my jacket?"

She looked at me with a half smile.

"Stan, if a girl takes you on a romantic ferry ride, then when she says she's cold, she wants your arms around her, not your coat!"

I smiled, happy to oblige her, and grateful that she spelled it out for me. She was much shorter than me, and I held her head against my chest. I was afraid she could hear my heart pounding at a dangerous rate, but she just ran her hands all over my back underneath my coat, snuggling up to me. Then she looked up into my eyes.

"And when she looks at you like this, it means..."

I cut her off with my lips on hers. Wow. This was the best ever. Suddenly it seemed too warm to be wearing a coat. I tried to keep an even keel, because I wasn't very experienced. I'd thought I was in love a few times before, and it always turned out that I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. So I tried not to get too excited, but it wasn't working. I was falling hard, even as I told myself I was an idiot for doing so.

Joy pretty much carried the conversation over fish 'n chips. I had a much easier time talking to Susan, I guess because I didn't feel any pressure. But I did all right, and we set up another date. More of our dates were alone now, although sometimes we still went out with Susan or Julio, my roommate from the team.

A few weeks later, Joy took the day off and invited me over to sunbathe with her. They didn't have a pool or anything, we just put some towels on the grass in her backyard. Her Mom was at work, and Susan was at school. She was taking some business classes, hoping to eventually work for herself instead of being tied to a clinic.

Joy had on a tiny two piece bathing suit. It had to be tiny, she's tiny. Not a lot of curves, but very, very beautiful. I had on some ratty old cutoffs. She laughed at my "ballplayer's tan" - face, neck and arms tan, white everywhere else.

"I better get some lotion on you before you go from brown & white to brown & red!"

I wasn't going to argue. She did a thorough job on my back, then rolled me over. She started to do my chest, but then leaned on top of me, kissing me while playfully running her hand through my chest hair. I sucked in my breath as she rubbed across one of my nipples. She hadn't noticed my obvious erection yet, but someone else did. I heard a gasp and we looked up to see Susan in the doorway. She turned and disappeared, but not before we took in the strange look on her face.

"Oops, we got caught," I said.

"I better see what's up," Joy said, going after her. I thought, man, I'll show you what's up! I haven't oiled you up yet! Gaahhh! Oh well. I waited a few moments for my erection to wilt before following. Joy met me at the bottom of the stairs, pushing me towards the door.

"Don't worry, it's just some boy trouble. Why don't you go now, and I'll call you after a while."

"I've got a doctor's appointment, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, I'll stop by your place after. Okay?" I went to hug her, but she just pushed me out the door.

Chapter 4

"I'm impressed! You must have worked very hard," the doctor said. "It looks like you're ready to go. Has it really only been 5 weeks?" Cool! I couldn't wait to tell Susan. I hope she's okay. I hope she dumps the jerk. The look on her face still haunted me. She was really hurting, because of a guy, and the last thing she needed to see when she got home was some horny guy all over her sister. With a big bulge in his shorts.

"I would like to check your range of motion again, though. Are you okay with that?"

The last time he did, it was far more painful than the initial injury. I guess he saw the look on my face.

"How about we give you something first?"

"Uhhh, yeah, that'd be good."

So the nurse gave me a pill, I'm not sure what, and I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things.

The next thing I knew, I was back at Joy's. Man, I should have had someone drive me, I didn't even remember the trip. Joy was even more affectionate than usual, and I certainly wasn't going to object. We were in the kitchen, kissing, and I felt her hand slide between us. As she began to stroke me for the first time ever, I took that as permission to touch her too. I squeezed her butt with one hand, while the other began to explore a tiny boob. She was still wearing her swimsuit, and I could easily feel her stiff nipple through the fabric.

"Geez, are you two at it again?" Susan's voice boomed from right behind me. Joy and I pulled apart, and were basically at a loss for words. "I was going to drown my sorrows in gin, but I've got to work in the morning. How 'bout I borrow your boyfriend for a couple of hours instead?" Susan said, slipping an arm around me.

"Hey, I haven't even had him yet, we keep getting interrupted!"

"Oh, sorry about that. You go ahead, I'll wait my turn. Maybe I can give the virgin some pointers!"

I don't know if she was talking about Joy or me.

As this exchange was going on, Susan was dragging her sister and me by the hand toward her bedroom.

"Stan, before you guys get to it, can I have a kiss?"

I looked at Joy, she sort of shrugged and said, "This is a one-time thing, okay?"

Susan smiled broadly, and threw her arms around me. I hope my face didn't give me away, because I enjoyed that kiss waaaay too much. Also the way her breasts pressed against my chest, and rubbed against my arms. And the way she ground her crotch against mine. Geez! I was already hard as a rock, and I was about ready to erupt.

As she stepped away from me, she surreptitiously gave my package a squeeze.

"Okay, sis, you can take over now. I got him all warmed up for you."

"Excuse me, I had him plenty hot before you horned in!"

So Joy tried to outdo her sister, kissing me a little too hard as her hands on my ass pulled me against her, my throbbing erection grinding against her flimsy bikini bottom. My hands found her boobs again, and suddenly I was left holding her top. Susan had yanked the ties open, and Joy stood there, topless, glaring at her.

"I'm just trying to help you guys out! C'mon, let him see you." Susan pulled Joy's hands away from her boobs.

"Oh, why would he wanna look at mine with your enormous hooters staring him in the face," Joy said, looking jealously at her sister's chest.

"Hey, size isn't everything. Just ask your boyfriend."

"Hey!" I said, and Joy laughed.

"That's not what I meant, you're hung like a horse!"

"And just how would you know that, little sister?!" Joy's eyes darted from Susan's to mine and back. Guilt was all over our faces.

"You've seen his... You've seen him naked! Why you..."

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm his Physical Therapist, remember? He wasn't even hard... and he was huge!"

"And you needed his pants off to work on his ankle? You are such a... Umm... Just how big are we talking?"

"HUGE!"

"Really?" Joy eyeballed me, then let her gaze drop to my crotch. "This I've got to see!"

She reached over and pulled my sweats and briefs down to mid-thigh. I'd never been so big. I swear, normally I reach to about my navel, but this time I felt like I could lean down and lick it.

"Holy crap!" Joy gasped.

"Told ya!" Susan agreed. "Can I touch it?"

"Me first!"

Joy took hold of me and began to stroke it up and down. Susan reached down and cupped my balls.

"Why don't you give it a kiss. You know, give him..." Susan urged.

"I... I don't know how... I don't know what I'm doing..."

"Just try whatever, it's going to feel good. Just keep your teeth out of the way."

Joy engulfed me in her mouth, and started to suck. She bobbed up and down, a little too fast, and I tried to slow her down with my hands on her shoulders. I was having a hard time speaking.

"Can I lay down?" I finally managed to get out.

"Spread your legs," Susan said. She started to lick my balls as Joy continued sucking.

"How'm I doing?" Joy pulled off to ask.

"Mmmm, good," I smiled, pulling the ties on her bikini bottom.

"Hey!" she protested, and as she was speaking, Susan wolfed down my prod, far deeper than Joy was able to.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh! Oh my God!" I started to pulse, and Susan backed off just enough. Slow and deep. And her hands! All over the shaft, firmly but gently on my balls, as a finger found some magic spot between my anus and scrotum.

"Lemme try!" Joy had been taking notes. This time she did much better. I showed my appreciation with my fingers between her buns, where I found conclusive evidence of her excitement. Joy didn't know when to back off, and when Susan retrieved some lubrication from between her sister's legs and applied it to my asshole, I exploded in Joy's mouth. Wow.

"Good job!" Susan gushed, "Don't swallow yet, let us see!"

Joy pulled off with a slurp, then opened her mouth to show us her treasure. It started to drip down her front, so she quickly gulped it down.

"Ohhh, that was great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I continued my thanks with my lips on a stiffening nipple. The other nipple was stiffening too as Susan wiped off some stray glops of my come with her fingers. Joy took my hand and placed it on Susan's nearest boob and squeezed.

"C'mon Stan, help me get her undressed!"

"Uhhh," Susan stammered, "let's turn off the lights..."

"No way! We... I'm sure Stan wants to see..." Joy looked to me.

"Hell yeah!" I said, hoping that's what Joy wanted me to say. Besides, I meant it with all my... heart.

"I'm the one who should be embarrassed," Joy said. "My tiny ones can't compare to yours."

"It's not my boobs I'm worried about. It's my tummy. And my fat ass!"

"Susan," I said, "You've got a great ass! Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

"He's right, you know," Joy added. "He's an expert in the subject!"

"Yeah," Susan said, "That's why the magazines are all filled with fat asses!"

"Well," I said, "I'm not an expert at what sells magazines, but I am an expert in what I like. And I love your big ass. And," I said, turning to Joy, "I love your... little one!"

"Besides," Joy said, unbuttoning Susan's shirt, "once we get your bra off, who's gonna notice anything but that magnificent rack?"

I tried not to stare, I wanted to make sure I was giving Joy enough attention, but man! Once Susan's bra came off, all I wanted to do was grab those beautiful full breasts and squeeze them against my face. The clothes quickly came off, and we were all naked. Okay, Joy wasn't quite right. When Susan bent over to take off her panties, I forgot all about her tits. All I wanted to do was bury my face in her fat ass. I mean, Joy is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, but naked, I'd like a little more meat on her bones, ya know what I mean?

We spontaneously fell into a sort of three-way hug. I kissed Joy. I kissed Susan. I fondled Joy's breast. I fondled Susan's breast. One cupped my balls while the other stroked my penis. We collapsed back onto the bed. Susan dangled her boobs in my face, and I squeezed and suckled them.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna wait your turn?"

"Oh, sorry. Go on, Stan. My boobs will still be here when you're done with her."




Physical Therapy



I gave Susan a kiss and a squeeze, then turned my attention to Joy. Even though her boobs are much smaller than her sister's, they were almost as fun to play with. Almost. I kissed her lips while squeezing her boobs and twisting her nipples. Then I kissed her boobs and sucked her nipples while stroking her mound. Her legs parted, and my fingers slipped into the moistness. Susan was squeezing her own boob with one hand, and began pinching Joy's nipple with her other. Joy started twisting her sister's nipple, and I kissed my way southward.

"Ohhh, ohhh, Stan! Stan! Stan..." Joy quickly became incoherent under my tongue's assault.

"Ohhh, Susan!" I looked up, and one of Joy's boobs had completely disappeared in Susan's mouth. I reached over and fondled Susan's nice fat ass. I slipped a few fingers between her cheeks, and found a sodden mess.

Suddenly, Joy grabbed my head and pushed my face hard into her cunt as her hips thrashed about wildly.

"Mmmm! Ohhmmm! Mmmm!" her cries were muffled by Susan's enormous breast in her mouth. She pushed my head away from her crotch with one hand, while the other clutched Susan's chest to her face.

I took this opportunity to glom on to Susan's ass. I felt it, squeezed it, spread her cheeks apart. When I did that, I was overpowered by her aroma, and I couldn't help myself. I buried my face in that fat ass.

"Ohhh, ohhh, Stan! Stan! Stan..." Susan quickly became incoherent under my tongue's assault.

I became aware of Joy's wet mouth attacking my dick. She was sucking too hard and too fast, so I broke away from Susan's ass for a moment. Joy pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. A moment later, I was deep inside her. Just like that, my virginity was gone! It's hard to describe the feeling. Hot and wet and slimy. Very slippery, and yet there was also an insistent friction, the walls of her vagina against the head of my prick, that seemed to be specially designed to extract semen.

"I can't wait for my turn," Susan gushed, dangling her boobs in my face.

"Then don't wait," I said, "I'm a two-seater!"

That elicited a big smile, and she swung her leg over me, and squatted on my face.

Man, I was in heaven, it was like a dream. The girls were kissing and playing with each others' boobs as I licked Susan's twat and fucked her sister's cunt. The whole scene seemed to fade into blackness as the room was obscured by Susan's enormous ass pressed against my face. I couldn't move my arms, her thighs muffled the sounds of our passion. A female voice began to cry out.

"Ohhh, ohhh, Stan! Stan! Stan... Stan? Mr. Harris? Mr. Harris?"

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Something was different. I managed to open my eyes a crack, and... and I was still in the doctor's exam room. I vaguely heard the doctor and nurse talking.

"Vicky, stay with him until he's alert enough to drive."

I closed my eyes. Was that all a dream? I heard the door close.

"Mr. Harris? Stan?"

I just didn't have the will to respond. Then I felt it. Her hand on my waistband. I opened my eyes a crack. Nurse Vicky was bent at the waist, her starched nurse's uniform hugging her bottom, her hand wrapped around my penis. She slid her hand up and down my length, the length of which was lengthening and lengthening, her large breasts swaying back and forth as she did so. Then, I was in her mouth. After a few moments I was fully erect, and the head was getting really sensitive. She cupped my balls, and she seemed to sense that I was getting close. She picked up the pace, and I soon delivered what she wanted into her mouth. Well, mostly into her mouth, quite a bit dripped down onto my balls. She straightened up, savored her mouthful a few moments before swallowing, then pulled my briefs and sweatpants back up into place. Soon I was dozing again.

"Mr. Harris? Mr. Harris?"

"Mmmmm... Yeah.... Yeah, I'm awake," I said, fluttering my eyes.

"Mr. Harris, the doctor has cleared you to play."

"Hmmm, yeah, let's play doctor," I said with a smirk and a leer. She stood up with a hard look on her face.

"I think you can go now."

Back in my car, I checked my undies. There was no evidence of any semen, so I guess the nurse behaved herself. The whole episode was just in my head. Good. She was hot in my delirium, but after I woke up she was kind of... uuugghhh. I guess I should have known I was dreaming when Susan said I was hung like a horse. Not to mention a three-way with the two most desirable women I know. As my first time? Not too likely. And then the stereotypical horny nurse fantasy? I should be so lucky!

By the time I got to my apartment, my mind was pretty much back to normal. Joy was sitting in the kitchen chatting with Julio as I came in. They exchanged glances, and Julio headed for the door.

"Hey, J, Doc says I'm good to go!"

"Alright!" he said, slapping my hand. "Dinner's on me. I'll bring it back."

"Thanks, man," I said as he stepped out the door. Julio's all right.

"I can't wait to get back with the team. But I'll miss seeing Susan."

"Not as much as she would. You don't need an excuse to see her, you know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Is she okay?"

"She's hurting. Nothing a new boyfriend wouldn't cure."

"What happened?"

"Oh, you know, when he's up here he's like, you're the only one for me, but apparently when he's at school he's been, umm, you know, playing the field."

"You know, with a baseball bat, I'm pretty good at hitting balls really hard."

"Oh, he's not worth it. Thanks for the offer, though."

"I'm sorry she's hurting. And I feel bad, she really didn't need to see us like that this afternoon."

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that. It was a mistake."

She talked about me and her, and about Susan, although I couldn't see what her sister had to do with anything. She went on and on, explaining her reasons, but I didn't really hear anything after: "I don't think we should see each other anymore." I've heard people say "I was speechless", but I'd never experienced it before. I tried and tried to respond, but I just couldn't make my mouth work. She finally left with me sitting at the kitchen table, head in hands. I tried to cry, but I couldn't do that either.

Finally Julio came back. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at me. He just put a pizza and two 6-packs on the table in front of me and sat there with me. What else could he do?

The next morning we had an early practice, then piled on the bus for a week on the road. I was going to stay behind, but since the doctor signed me off, I could go. I didn't think I'd see any action, but coach put me in a couple of times, first as a pinch hitter, then a few late innings in the infield. I'd been an outfielder my whole career, but while rehabbing I'd just been hitting and practicing at positions that didn't require a bunch of running. My strength was the ability to fly all over the outfield, but as a change of pace, playing the infield was fun. Took my mind off things, I guess.

A couple of days into the road trip, I got a call at the hotel.

"Stan! Just because your PT is done, doesn't mean you can skip town without even saying goodbye!"

"Susan, I'm sorry... Things happened so fast I didn't get a chance..."

"What, you forgot to pay your phone bill? You could have called!"

"Yeah, I know, but... I didn't want your sister to answer the phone."

"Stan, can't you still be friends?"

"I don't know..."

"I'm still your friend, right?"

"Yeah, of course! You don't have to worry about that! I'll always be your friend."

"But... she's my sister. I need you two to be friends."

"Yeah. I think that'll probably happen eventually. I'm still a little... Oh, I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself."

"Well, when you get back, call me. I'll make it all better."

The next night, I got another call from a beautiful young woman, but it wasn't Susan.

"Stan... I heard you're not doing too well."

"What did you expect, Joy? You totally blindsided me. I thought..."

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd react differently. And I don't think you heard a word I said. I wanted... Look, I didn't break up with you because I don't like you. I do, very much. You're pretty much my best friend. But my sister loves you! I'm not ready for that. And I won't... I, I can't hurt her. I thought this was all pretty obvious, but I guess not to you."

"You mean she..."

"At first I thought it was cute that she had a crush on my boyfriend. But then I realized it's a lot more than that. Everybody knows. Ask Julio. My Mom. Your Mom."

"I don't know, Joy..."

"Stan, just promise me one thing. Don't hurt her, okay?"

"Hello?"

"Hi Mom, it's me."

"Stan! How are you?"

"I'm playing again!"

"Oh, good. How are things with Joy?"

"Ah, we're not together anymore."

"Oh, that's too bad. Still friends, I hope."

"Yeah, I think so."

"So, have you asked Susan out yet?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh, come on! I was there when you met, remember? I know my boy, if her Mom hadn't opened her mouth... And didn't you see how annoyed that made Susan?"

Chapter 5

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi Joy, I um..."

"It's okay, Stan, she's right here."

"Hello?"

"Hi Sooz, how ya doing?"

"Great, how's your ankle?"

"Oh, yeah, it's good. I forgot to tell you how impressed the doctor was. I gave you all the credit!"

"Well, you worked really hard. I know how unpleasant it must have been spending all that time with me."

"Ha, yeah, you are a real slave-driver."

"It's a gift..."

"Umm, we never had a chance to, like, you know, celebrate! I'll make you dinner when I get back."

"You can cook?"

"Okay, I'll take you out then."

"No, no, I'd like to see you cook. It should be pretty 'interesting'." I could hear the quotes around the word.

"You mean 'Interesting', as in 'Comical'?"

"No, I meant more like, 'Entertaining'."

"Well, glad I could add some interest to your mundane existence."

"All right, all right, what time?"

"How about six?"

"I'll be there!"

I sprang from my chair at the soft knock. I love soft knockers.

"Hi!"

"Hi..."

I let her in, trying to hide my surprise at her outfit. In her mind, this was definitely a date. She normally wore little makeup and dressed like she was trying to hide her body. But tonight she had on glossy lipstick, a low cut top and form fitting jeans. The top draped just so to de-emphasize her tummy and emphasize her breasts. I never thought she'd be caught dead showing that much cleavage.

"Wow, you look great! Maybe we should go out!"

"No, you've got me curious now. What are you making?"

"How 'bout potato corn chowder and BLTs?"

"Mmmm, sounds good. What's the tomato sauce for?"

"Well, I was going to make something else, but I put too much milk in the mashed potatoes, so now it's going to be soup."

I wasn't embarrassed, I was glad to be able to make her laugh. She helped me in the kitchen, and we were very comfortable with each other. We didn't talk about our exes, but it didn't feel like we were avoiding it either.

At one point she was playfully tickling me, and we kind of wrestled as I tried to retaliate. Her breast pressed against me enough times that I began to doubt it was accidental. As we drew close, I saw a look on her face that I was pretty sure meant she wanted me to kiss her, but I chickened out and kissed her forehead instead.

She stayed pretty late, but when I mentioned that Julio would be home pretty soon, she said she had to go. I was totally flustered at her car door, and settled for a brief hug, one that could have been just between good friends, or maybe...

Maybe what? Did I want this to go somewhere? I tried to analyze my feelings, and I came to the grim realization that I was thinking more about what other people might think than about what I felt. Jocks tend to be crude, and I know when my teammates saw someone like Susan in the stands, there'd be lots of jokes and snide comments about her weight. I could see that Susan was overweight, but I also thought that she was, well... I guess "totally hot" is what I'm trying to say. Plus, she's smart and funny and... and man, what a rack! So if I'm attracted to her, why should I care what anybody else thinks?

I was trying to figure out the appropriate amount of time before calling her again, in fact I was hovering around the phone when it rang, seemingly ten times louder than normal.

"Hello?"

"Hi!"

"Susan, hi, I was about to pick up the phone and call you."

"Well, I beat you to it! I just wanted to thank you for last night. I had a really good time." How sweet!

"It was my pleasure," I said, because it was true.

"Can I pay you back tonight? Maybe ice cream on the island? We could walk on the ferry."

"That sounds like fun!" Whoa, deja vu!

I picked her up from her house, no sign of Joy or her Mom, which suited me. Actually I think Joy was out with Julio. Man, she didn't waste any time. I had told Julio I didn't care, but he wasn't supposed to believe me. That annoyed me a little, but as we drove, I realized that although I still considered Joy beautiful, she wasn't nearly as attractive to me anymore. Her naivete wasn't so endearing anymore, and it was refreshing talking to someone with Susan's intellect. Sure, Joy was beautiful, but as I glanced over at Susan I thought I could get spoiled having a full figure like that to gaze at. God, she's gorgeous! What had I been thinking? It struck me that the cloud that had hung over us was beginning to dissipate. I was feeling pretty happy, and I think Susan was too.

We walked on the ferry, went out on deck and admired the view.

"This was a great idea, Sooz!"

"Well, I'd like to take credit, but actually Joy suggested it."

I'll have to remember to thank her.

Since I had basically lived this night before, I knew what to do. We walked on the beach on the island, I helped her over a log and kept hold of her hand. We got some ice cream, talked, and just enjoyed being together. She shivered and I held her in my arms. She looked up at me, and we kissed.

Okay, I changed my mind. This was the best ever. I look back at my memories of Joy with fondness, but I was wrong. That wasn't love. This is love. Isn't it? Okay, maybe I'm being an idiot again. Just keep your cool, Stan.

Chapter 6

I didn't trust my feelings, they'd betrayed me many times before, so I figured I'd just enjoy it while it lasted. I didn't really think it would be a long term thing. It didn't take long, though, before we were in uncharted territory for me. I had never gotten close enough to a girl for me to find out if the feelings I had were real or not. But one thing was certain, the more I got to know Susan, the harder it was for me to keep my hands to myself.

Our favorite activity had become smooching on the big blue beanbag pillow in my living room. One time she had a couple of hours before her evening class, and we had spent the bulk of the time kissing. I'd touch her face, arms and back, but I'd never gone any further than that. She was waiting for me to escalate things, but I didn't think I'd ever muster the courage. But then, as it was getting dark, she reached up from our reclined position to turn on the lamp on the end table, and there they were. Her breasts hung there in front of me like ripe, succulent pieces of fruit begging to be plucked. I wouldn't say that I found the courage, it was more like the situation overwhelmed me and I reacted without conscious thought. I reached out and touched her. 

She froze in that position as I felt her breast. It was firm and resilient within her bra, and very warm. She began to breathe heavily, and a sound escaped from deep inside her, and I knew it meant she wanted me to continue. I kissed her, I think she was shaking, though it was hard to tell because I was shaking so much. My kisses moved from her lips to her face and neck, then lower to her cleavage. I did not go past the bounds of her shirt, but the neckline was pretty low, and we were both getting pretty worked up.

"I've got to... umm... I'll be right back," Susan gasped, staggering for the bathroom. Great, I went too far and scared her off. I couldn't help it! My body just sort of took over. I sat there and stewed, trying to think of what I could say to her when... if she ever came out of the bathroom.

Just a couple of minutes later, she came back out, smiling. I could immediately see why she had gone.

"It's a miracle!" I said.

"What?"

"While you were in the bathroom, I prayed, and now your bra is gone!"

"Stan!" she said with a deep blush, "Be nice or I'll go put it back on!"

"No... no, don't do that!" I said, taking her back into my arms.

I tried to take it slow, but I just couldn't keep my hands off her. She felt so different with no bra. Just a thin layer of cotton remained between my hand and her breast, and it was the softest, most wonderful thing I'd ever felt. She never had gotten around to turning on the lamp, but there was flickering light from the TV which subtly illuminated her excited features. We both looked at my hands as I reached for the buttons on her shirt. She was breathing very heavily, but she did nothing to stop me. The last button undone, I pulled the cloth aside, exposing her bosom to my intense gaze.

"You are so beautiful," I croaked, barely able to speak. I looked her in the eyes, then drew her lips to mine. We kissed for several minutes as I continued to fondle her.

"I don't want to leave your face, but I want to kiss you here, too," I said, squeezing her nipples between my fingers.

"Please do," she panted.

Now, I had had a few girlfriends, but I really wasn't very experienced. It wasn't until this moment that I realized that when a guy plays with a girl's boobs, she likes it too. I'd always thought it was just for the guy's benefit. But no matter how much Susan was enjoying this, it couldn't possibly be as good as what I was feeling. The way her nipples stiffened between my fingers, the way they relaxed a little in my mouth. The way she tasted, the way she smelled. The soft weight of her breast in my hand.

Although I was anxious to do more, this was so far beyond my expectations, that I was more than satisfied. She had to go off to school, but it was very hard for her to tear herself away.

"Bye, I love you!" she said as she closed her car door. I just waved. I was unprepared for the 'L' word. I don't know why, I should have seen it coming. I felt like an idiot. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I wanted to make sure I meant it. And I didn't want it to sound like I said it just because she said it.

Chapter 7

It wasn't too long after that when I got the call. The one I'd been waiting for, the one I had wanted more than anything. The one I'd been dreading. I was being called up to Double-A, which meant... San Antonio. There were still another couple of months left in the Double-A season.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. Guess what?"

"Hmmm, okay, let me see... You bought me a pony?"

"Close. I've been called up to Double-A."

"Oh honey, that's great!"

"I guess."

"You don't sound too excited about it."

"How can I be excited about almost three months away from the woman I love?"

Slight pause. I can feel her emotions in her breathing.

"You'll be busy. It'll fly by. Maybe I can come visit half way through."

"Really? That'd be great!"

"When do you leave?"

"Monday. We still have the weekend together."

Susan and Joy and Julio helped me pack, although there was more hugging and kissing going on than packing. Susan didn't want to let go of me for a moment. You'd think Julio was leaving too, the way Joy was clinging to him. The next thing I knew, I was on a plane for Texas, and I wondered how I was going to survive without her.

Man, my phone bill's going to be a killer. Anytime I was at home, I was on the phone with Susan. Home. This wasn't exactly home. The team paid for three nights at a decent hotel, then I had to move into a crappy apartment I could afford with a teammate, Eduardo.




Physical Therapy



At first, Susan called me as much as I called her. She was excited about planning her trip to see me. But as time went on, I began to press her to commit to a date so we could get plane tickets before they got too expensive. She started to waffle, and told me she'd take care of it. I wanted to pay for the tickets, but she insisted. Then I noticed that I was doing all the calling, and if she wasn't there, sometimes she wouldn't call me back.

"Hello?"

"Hi Joy, is Susan there?"

"Uhh, no, not right now. I'll have her call you."

"That's what you said the last time. She still hasn't called me back!"

"She hasn't? Ummm, well, I'll see if..."

"Joy, what's going on?"

"Well, you should talk to her."

"How can I, if she won't call me back?"

"You should talk to her."

"Joy!"

"Stan, talk to her."

Chapter 8

"Hello?"

"Hi Stan, uhh.."

"Susan! What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing's wrong..."

I heard Joy's voice in the background. I couldn't make out what she said, but she sounded angrier than I'd ever heard.

"Okay, okay! Uhh... Stan, I, uhh..."

"Just tell me!"

"Ummm, well, you see... summer school's out, and umm... well, Tom's been calling and umm..."

Tom? Who's Tom? Uhhh... Oh no, it's "What's-his-name".

"And ummm... well, he wants to get back together, and..." Her voice trailed off.

"Susan! This is the part where you tell him to go to hell, that you're in love with me, and you have to follow your feelings!"

"Ummm, I'm not sure what I'm feeling..."

I love baseball. I've been hit in the ear-hole with a 95mph fastball, I've been spiked in the nuts, and it never hurt a bit. At least compared to this. This hurts.

So I decided to think of nothing but baseball, because there was only one other thing to think about, and I didn't want to think about that. If I wasn't on the field, I was in the gym or the weight room. It may have looked like single-minded devotion to my career, but it was really my mind just trying to cope. But it worked for me. I changed my game. I'd always been the fastest, the best arm, the most power. But now I was playing against pro ball players. Even though it's only Double-A, I found that I only had somewhat above average speed, average arm, and below average power for an outfielder. But, I'm a switch hitter, and I hit line drives to all fields, better than most. So I decided to make myself more valuable with the skills I had. I worked out at every position except pitcher and catcher, and hit for base hits instead of power. I became more patient, working the count, practiced bunting and hitting the hole when the first-baseman was holding a runner on. I gave up on being a star, thinking the quick way to the majors was as an interchangeable part.

The season drew to a close, but there was no way I was going home for the winter. So I thought I'd go to Venezuela and just keep working. Before I left, I got a call from an excited Joy, telling me that she and Julio were engaged. I congratulated her, trying to sound happy for her. I didn't want to ask her, but I couldn't help myself.

"How's Susan?"

"Oh Stan, she's a complete idiot!"

She didn't elaborate, and I didn't ask for details. I went to Venezuela to play winter ball. I didn't plan on going back to the Northwest for a long time, I figured if Mom wanted to see me I could fly her to wherever I was. But it was out of my hands, it turned out. I went to Arizona for Spring Training, and all the hard work I'd done showed through in my play. I hit the ball more consistently than anybody they had at Triple-A, from either side of the plate, and I could fill in competently at any position. I fantasized that I'd stick with the big club, but I ended up starting the season at Triple-A Tacoma, pretty much in my Mom's (and Susan's) backyard.

"Hello?"

"Hello dear..."

"Hi Mom!"

"Ummm, I got Joy's wedding invitation in the mail, two actually. One's for you."

"Oh, thanks. Remind me the next time I'm over."

"Okay, ummm... I thought you said she was marrying Julio?"

"Yeah, she is."

"That's not what it says on the invitation."

"What?!"

Chapter 9

"Hello?"

"Hi Joy, it's Stan."

"Hi Stan, it's good to hear from you. It's been months!"

"Yeah, a lot has happened, apparently." I was unsuccessful hiding the sarcasm in my voice.

"Uhhh... I guess you got your invitation?"

"Yeah. So is there a history of insanity in your family?"

"Huh, uhh, no.... well, maybe just the females."

"Joy, you know you'll always be my friend, but Julio's my friend too."

"I'm sorry! There! I've said it to you, I guess I've said it to everyone in the state! I certainly said it a thousand times to Julio!"

"Oh, Joy, you don't need to apologize to me, but an explanation might be nice. Who's Patrick?"

"We went together in college. We were engaged, then broke up. He moved back into the area, and wanted to get back together..."

"Gee, that sounds familiar. I thought you were smart enough not to take romantic advice from your sister!"

"I'm not the smart one, I'm the fricking idiot, remember!"

"Joy! I, uhhh... I'm sorry for lashing out at you. It's your sister I'm mad at, and... and I don't think you're an idiot."

"Stan, I feel horrible... the way I hurt you, and now Julio. But believe me, I know that Patrick... I know that this time I'm getting it right."

I could hear the conviction in her voice.

"Okay, Joy, I believe you. I want you to be happy. What about Susan? Is she getting it right?"

"Oh Stan, she's ruining her life! But she won't listen to me."

"She's pretty much done a number on my life, too."

"I heard you're doing real good. A guy in the paper thought you should be in the majors."

"Yeah, I might get called up sometime this year."

But what does it profit a man, if he gains the whole world, but loses his life?

I debated with myself, and finally decided to buck up and go to the wedding. Okay, my Mom made me go. Needless to say, Julio did not attend. She looked so beautiful. Like an angel. How could an angel be such a... Oh, yeah, Joy looked good too. Somehow my eyes were riveted on her maid of honor. At that moment Susan looked to me to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and yet... I knew her well enough to know that the smile pasted on her face wasn't real.

"Joy, congratulations!" I said, giving her a big hug.

"Stan! Give me a kiss!" she said, and laid a big one on me. I was as surprised as her husband seemed to be.

"Thank you so much for coming! It really means a lot to me. And pleeease don't go anywhere! I want to talk to you after we take care of all this," she said, gesturing towards the guests behind me in the receiving line.

So I hung around, uncomfortable, trying to remain inconspicuous, but she found me anyway.

"Stan!" I turned around, and Susan was right there in front of me. Suddenly feelings boiled up inside me that I couldn't quite handle, and I turned and hurried away.

"Stan, wait! I need to talk to you!" Several people turned at her raised voice. I was pretty much past caring, but I didn't want to spoil Joy's day, or get my Mom mad at me, but I couldn't talk to her right then.

"I'll be right back," I said, pointing to the bathroom.

I thought I was going to throw up, but I didn't. I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths, because I'd been starting to hyperventilate. I washed my face, steeled my resolve, and headed back out. She was on me instantly.

"Stan, let's go for a walk."

She led me outside, away from the crowd. When we were out of earshot, the tears and the words came together.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I've screwed up everything. I won't blame you if you don't, but can you forgive me?"

When I decided to come to the wedding, I decided not to speak to her. If I was forced to, I had some choice words prepared to tell her off. That all went out the window when I looked in her eyes.

"You're forgiven," I said, still holding her gaze. She moved toward me, then changed her mind and stopped short.

"Stan, I... I don't expect you to... I mean, how about we start over? Friends? I don't expect any more than that."

"Okay... Friends." She reached out to shake my hand.

"Uhh, Susan, I think we can be better friends than that."

She smiled, gave me a short, chaste kiss on the cheek, followed by a desperate hug. As we walked back in, she initially held my hand, but I dropped it... and immediately regretted it.

Chapter 10

Why did I tell her I'd call her? I should have just walked away. How could I be just her friend? I managed with Joy, but that was different. I wasn't in love with her. At that moment, the doubts that I had had about my feelings for Susan were gone. I was in love with her, and I wasn't going to get over it.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Stan, I was afraid you wouldn't call!"

"Susan, you should know me by now. If I say I'm going to call, I'll call."

"Unlike me. Stan, I'm..."

"Hey, that's not what I meant. I just mean, you know, you can trust me."

"Okay. You can trust me, too. Do you think you can do that?"

"I can only try, my friend. How about we start with dinner? I'll take you out. As a friend, I mean."

"Oh," she said. Was that disappointment in her voice? "That would be great!"

I picked her up and took her to a nice seafood restaurant overlooking the water. There was some awkwardness, and we restricted our conversation to safe catching up. After dinner we drove down to the ferry dock and sat in the car to watch the sunset. I finally strayed from the "safe" topics.

"So, did he hurt you again?"

She was silent for a long time. Her eyes turned red, and a few tears squeezed out and down her cheeks, but she spoke evenly, with just a slight tremor in her voice.

"Stan, I... I needed him to love me, you understand? If it's not there now, then maybe it never was, really. No one's ever really loved me!"

I started to object to that conclusion, but I could see she needed to keep going.

"So I made myself see what I wanted to see, and that worked for a while. But then I finally had to admit... Oh, Stan, he just wanted sex... that's all I ever was to him! How could I have been so stupid!"

"You're not stupid. You are the brightest person I know!"

"Stupid enough that I didn't see what was right in front of me..." she reached out and touched my cheek.

I'm pretty sure I'm the one who started it. Our lips were pressed together and her arms were around my neck. The next thing I knew, the windows of my car were all steamed up.

"What happened to 'just friends'?" she smirked.

"Susan, I don't think I can do 'just friends', not with you. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

It wasn't too many nights later we were on the same big blue pillow in my new place, lips locked. Her blouse was open, and she was fumbling with the front hook on her bra.

"I got this for you," she giggled, "so it be would easier, and now I can't figure it out!"

"Let me, four years of engineering school ought to be good for something!"

I examined the mechanism, figured out the theory of operation, and opened it in seconds.

"Your Mom would be so proud," she smiled. Her smile turned to a gasp as my lips found one nipple, and my fingers found the other. My free hand squeezed her ass through her jeans, then tried to slip inside the waist. Her jeans were a little too tight. There were a couple of other things to occupy my attention (I cannot overstate, dear reader, how wonderful that young woman's breasts were), but I periodically returned to her belt, only to give up after a few tugs.

"Umm, I've got to, uh... I'll be right back!" She staggered to the bathroom. This time I wasn't too concerned. When she came back, her bra was gone, but her belt was still there. What was that all about?

We resumed making out, and I was getting frustrated that I couldn't quite get my hands inside her tight jeans. I reached between us. Unbelievably, I barely touched her belt, and it flew open.

"It's a miracle!"

"Shut up, Stan," she said, blushing.

A few moments later, I had her unzipped, and I slid my hand inside the front of her panties, something I'd never done before, to anyone. I didn't realize at the time how unusual it was, but to this day, I've never felt a more excited woman. She was so wet and hot and slippery. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was getting plenty of positive reinforcement, and as I explored, I quickly became familiar with her anatomy. I would have liked for her to be more verbal, but I could pretty much tell what did it for her by her shudders and moans.

When she pushed me away, onto my back, I surmised she had climaxed. In any event, she was too sensitive to touch. I licked my fingers. I didn't wash that hand for days after that, for as long as I could still smell her on me.

As she kissed me, she ran her hand up my leg, coming to rest on my attentive member. She had never done that before, nor had anyone else, and I was beside myself. I couldn't believe how good it felt. A few minutes later, I couldn't stand it anymore. I unsnapped my jeans, and pushed them down, along with my underwear. I had never done anything so bold in my life, it's like I was possessed or something.

Susan smiled into my lips as we kissed, and her hand found my unfettered erection. The skin-to-skin stroking added another dimension to the pleasure. She broke free from my lips, planting a kiss on my chin, then my neck, then my chest... and suddenly I realized where she was headed. When I could feel her hot breath on my penis, she looked up at me.

"Stan, I wish I could give you my virginity, but I can't. I want to do something for you that I've never done for anyone..." and she took me into her mouth. It was so warm and wet. Unbelievable. She sucked and kissed and licked. She took me as deep as she could, which was only two or three inches, then backed off to just the head. Looking back, I can see her inexperience, but it felt unimaginably good anyway. In fact, her inexperience just served to make it last longer.

I told her I was getting close, and as I began to spurt, I could see she was afraid to get it in her mouth, and she pulled away. As a result, just a small amount came out, and I was dying for her to finish me off. She wiped most of it onto my stomach, then took me in her mouth again, testing the taste. I guess it wasn't too bad, because she continued to suck until I spurted again, but I guess it wasn't too good either, because again she pulled away, letting me dribble onto my stomach. Once again it wasn't a full ejaculation, and she repeated the procedure five times over the course of about fifteen minutes before I just couldn't come any more.

Chapter 11

"Susan, cut it out! Somebody will see!"

She grinned. "What, I thought you liked kissing me!"

"You know very well what you're doing to me," I said, holding her tight against me. I had a huge erection, and she was delighting in my embarrassment. I wouldn't have minded, but we were in the food court at the mall.

"You order something, I'll wait here," I said, hiding my problem under the nearest table.

"What do you want?" she asked, still smiling. I paused as my eyes bored into hers.

"I want to make love to you," I said, and her breath caught a little, "but I guess I'll settle for chicken."

"What do you prefer, breasts or thighs?" She always had a quick comeback.

"Oh, definitely two large breasts."

"I'll get extra biscuits with mine. That way you can put your meat between my buns if you want."

"If you get thighs, put another side in the middle. I'd love to taste what you've got between your thighs."

"I'll get something we both like. Then you can eat mine, and I can eat yours!"

"Ummmm," nothing was coming to me.

"I won!" she said, as my silence showed that I had run out of ideas. She went to order while I got utensils and napkins.

I looked around, and a store caught my interest. I was in a fog when Susan returned with the food. I gave her choice of utensils:

"You wanna fork?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

When we were done eating, I subtly guided her past the store I'd been eyeing.

"Ooh, that's pretty!" she said, as we paused in front of the jewelry store. She oohed and ahhed over a bunch of different things, but there was one item in particular that she was totally enamored with.

A ring. A diamond ring.

"Oh, Stan, isn't that gorgeous!"

"Is that the one you want?"

"I... uh..." she looked at me with dawning realization in her eyes.

"It's yours."

"Do you mean..."

I nodded. "Do you want to? I mean, will you?"

"Yes!"

Okay, I bungled that pretty badly, but she said yes. We hugged right there, but I could sense some hesitation.

"What?"

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure," I said, looking in her eyes.

"I want to tell my Mom... and my sister... if you're sure..."

"Let's go pay your Mom a visit!"

I thought about asking for Susan's hand, but at the last minute I just told her Mom we were getting married. It didn't seem to matter, she was very excited. I know she always liked me, and I don't think she ever approved of what's-his-name.

"Don't say anything to Joy, I want to tell her! We're going over there now. I'll probably be home late!"

Chapter 12

Joy was ecstatic, but we didn't hang around there too long. Susan wanted to be alone with me, which was exactly what I had in mind.

"How about we go back to my apartment for, ahhh... dessert?"

"Oooh, what'd you have in mind?" she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You! Get your mind out of the gutter!" I said, feigning shock, "I was talking about ice cream!"

"So was I, I'm gonna lick it off your..."

"Susan! I'm shocked and appalled!"

"Spoon! I was going to say spoon! Is John home?"

"No, he'll be out till late."

Somehow being engaged made us both bolder. After ice cream, instead of retiring to the blue pillow, this time we ended up in my bed. We just cuddled and kissed for a while, but soon our clothes began to disappear, and Susan turned out the light. There was still a lot of light coming in through the door, which was open about a foot. Although my roommate wasn't supposed to be home for hours, Susan was getting nervous we'd be interrupted.

"Stan, can you close the door?"

"Sure hon," I said. As I stepped towards the door, I realized that Susan had never had a good look at me naked. Well, except when she was just my Physical Therapist, and I was only at half mast that time. Since then, the few times she'd had my pants down, it had been really dark. So I turned just as I shut the door, briefly giving her a nice profile of my erection, which was at that moment as big as it ever gets.

"My God, that puppy's huge!" she said, quite earnestly.

The next thing I knew, I was on top of her, sliding my penis up and down her slimy labia, without going inside her. It felt incredible, she was so slippery. My plan was to do this as long as I could stand it, hopefully long enough to make her climax, and if not I'd be happy to finish the job with my fingers. Looking back, it seems ridiculous, but up to this point, neither of us had thought about birth control, but it was certainly going to be high on my agenda for the next day. So my plan was to slide around in her copious lubrication until we made a mess, but actual penetration would have to wait for another time.

But I guess our bodies are designed for penetration, because Susan started squirming beneath me, and shortly the random movements created just the right angle (or wrong angle, depending on how you look at it), and I slid right up inside her. We gasped in unison, and I froze with my penis all the way inside her. You know, strokes of her hand are just heavenly, her mouth feels even better, and sliding around in her slippery slit was just about all I could take, but the moment I was inside her, I knew I was in deep trouble. There was no way I could withdraw without coming. I inched back, ohh, ohh, better not do that. I pushed back in, ohhhhh, even worse. I inched back again, ohhh, I can't stop it! So I gave up trying to stop, plunging in and out of her hard and fast, spewing every ounce of myself into her as she cooed in my ear, legs wrapped around me.




Physical Therapy



I had been caring for my dad for awhile. He'd fallen and fractured a hip. It was a long, difficult recovery which required in-home physical therapy. He's completely fine, now, but getting there was, so to speak, very interesting.

I'm a married guy, and I love my wife. Our sex life is good to great, when the kid gives us a moment alone. However, I'd always had a longing and a love for cock.

I played with a few friends over the years, but girls caught my eye, and I enjoyed fucking and eating them out. Still, I always came the hardest thinking about cocks.

As I've said, these days I'm married. It's been over twenty-five years since my last taste of sweet manmeat. I thought it would just be a hot memory, until my dad fell.

Alex showed up at ten that morning. He was about 5'5" (I'm only 5'6"), with close cropped black hair. He was originally from the Philippines and had beautiful tan skin and gorgeous brown eyes. He was slightly thick, but firm, and his blue scrubs highlighted a delicious bubble butt. My cock twitched the moment I saw him.

He was friendly, but businesslike, and set about dad's therapy immediately. I excused myself and went to catch up on chores that, watching dad, had left me little time for. While downstairs sorting laundry, I thought about Alex and gave my cock a few light strokes.

Therapy was three times per week, and every time Alex would show up, I'd leave him be and go on about my business. I'd have to sign a sheet when he was done, to show he'd been there, and I couldn't resist going over his body with my eyes.

One day, I had errands to run, so as soon as Alex got there, I said goodbye to dad, giving him a hug.

"What, no hug for me?" Alex asked.

I laughed, and gave him a hug too. My cock stiffened immediately when I put my arms around him. I made sure to keep my hips back, so he wouldn't feel it. Was it my imagination, or did he hold the hug a little longer than necessary?

It got be a joke between us. We'd hug when he arrived and when he left. Each time I felt the heat and the closeness of him, my cock would go rigid. His grasp would get lower and lower each time, from around the shoulders to mid back to resting on my hips, holding me longer, pulling me closer, daring me to admit my erection. The last time we hugged, I swear the fabric of his scrubs was actually touching the bulge in my jeans. 

I didn't hug him the next time he came -- I was too scared, too embarrassed. He did his business with my dad while I busied myself elsewhere, not daring to even look at him. They finished, and I willed myself not to be hard when I had to sign his papers.

He asked me to talk to him downstairs. I assumed he was going to brief me about dad's progress.

"I didn't get my hug." He said, smiling. I laughed.

"Sorry. You know how it is." I said. He stood there with his arms open, an expectant smile on his face. "Alright," I said, jokingly, "if it means that much to you."

I stepped toward him and he put his arms around my hips and pulled me close, closer than ever before. There was no doubt this time as he pressed his hard cock against mine and held me.

"You don't take a hint, do you?" he said. I told him I thought it was just a joke. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me tighter, grinding his cock against mine. "This is no joke."

I relaxed and allowed myself to give in to the lust that had welled up in me over his visits. I had many a stroke session thinking about him, wondering what his dick looked like, how it would taste...now I was going to find out. I put my hands on his ass and ground back against him.

His brown eyes looked deep into mine for a long moment, and then he kissed me. His lips were soft, yet insistent. I returned his kiss, parting my lips as his warm tongue slipped past. I responded, snaking my tongue around his, sucking on it as I knew I'd soon be sucking his cock. I put my hand down the waistband of his scrubs and felt his bare ass - he'd taken of his briefs and thrown them in his bag earlier when he planned to make his move. I trailed my fingers through the crack of his ass while we continued our passionate kiss. He undid my jeans and ran his hands over my straining hardon. I lowered his scrubs and curled my fingers around his dick, kissing him harder as we jacked each other, rubbing our cocks together, silvery strings of precum stretching between them.

He got on his knees and ran his hand up my thigh, stroking my balls as he kissed and licked my member. I let out a soft moan when he slid it into his mouth. I'm just less than six inches, so he had an easy time taking me all the way down his throat. His tongue worked over my rod as it had in my mouth -- first teasing, then forceful, then teasing again. He slowly pulled all the way up, jamming the point of his tongue into my slit, then went swiftly down again. His fingers stroked back to my ass, spreading and probing as he sucked. I was moaning freely, and verging on cumming. I pulled away.

I pulled his scrub shirt over his head and quickly got out of my clothes. He kicked off his pants as he stood. I took in the sight of his body, unashamed by the lust I had for this beautiful man.

He had little body hair, just a soft trail from his belly to his cock, which was surrounded by a short, soft bush of brown. His 7 ½ inch cock was uncut, with a large, delicious head. I got on my knees in front of him, playing with his foreskin as I licked and nibbled his head. A drop of precum oozed out and I eagerly licked it up. I put one hand on his balls and placed his head against my lips. I looked up into those deep brown eyes, then pushed my mouth down his rigid shaft. Ahhh. This was the feeling I remembered so well. As fantastic as his mouth felt on me, what nearly made me cum, what I had fantasized about so long, was his hot, hard cock filling my mouth.

I stayed still a moment, savoring his taste, his smell. I worked his shaft with my tongue, as he had done me, then pulled slowly back. Down again, all those memories flooding back. I could feel his pulse in his shaft as I licked and sucked, faster, then slower, taking my time, savoring the moment. His head would flare and fill my throat on the downstrokes. On the upstrokes, I'd lick the precum that by now was streaming out of him. I worked him over for five minutes or so until he pulled away, panting.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a condom and some lube, then motioned me to the bed. I got on all fours and heard him tearing the wrapper. A moment later, I felt his lubed fingers stroking and probing my hole. He worked in one, then two fingers, stretching and loosening my tight ring. Then I felt the head of his cock rest against my hole.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I gasped yes. I'd put my wife's dildo up my ass enough times that I knew just what to do. I bore down and pushed back, his cock sliding wonderfully into me. There was no pain, only pleasure as I felt the heat and firmness of my first real cock. It was so much better than a dildo!

He slid his entire length into me. I felt so full, so hot. My own cock twitched each time he stroked into me, dripping precum onto the bedspread. He moaned and grunted as he worked over my ass, my own moans answering him.

"Mmmmm. You like that?" he teased.

"Ohhh, yesss. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." He began to pick up speed, slamming harder and harder into me, his balls slapping against mine. I pushed back against him, clenching my ass, trying to suck him off with it. I could tell he was getting close.

When he pulled back, I moved away and lay on my back, pulling my legs up. He smiled and placed the head of his cock against my gaping hole, thrusting in as he smashed his mouth against mine and invaded it with his tongue. His cock pistoned in and out of me as his tongue did the same. It was too much -- I sprayed hot cum all over my belly and chest. Alex stopped a moment, then scooped my cum up with his fingers and sucked it into his mouth. He started fucking me slowly and staring into my eyes. I knew what he wanted, so I craned my neck up and opened my mouth wide.

He parted his lips and let my cum drip down as he continued pumping slow in and out of my ass. I caught most of it, but some hit my chin and slid down my neck. Alex licked it up and fed it to me, following with a deep kiss. We shared the sweet, sticky cream as he began thrusting more quickly, slamming deep into my guts. He grunted and moaned through our cum kiss, I could feel his lips and tongue vibrating. I moaned in return, urging him on. Faster now, more insistent, faster still. He pulled his face away, his eyes wild, my cum forming a thread between our lips. I felt his hard cock grow thicker, then spasm after spasm in my hungry ass. He ground into me, pushing as deep as he could get. His head flared inside me one last time as he brought his mouth back to mine. We rolled on our sides and passed the cum back and forth as his cock slowly softened inside me.

As we cleaned up and dressed, he looked at me and said, "I noticed some tightness in your hamstrings. I think you could benefit from some regular therapy."



Physical Therapy



My name is Jay and though I may not be the biggest stud there ever was, I still manage to get myself into enough interesting situations that it keeps me pretty happy with my sex life. I seem to have an unusual sense of timing when it comes to sex and trouble. Now I'll be truthful, I'm not movie star good looking but I'm not homely either, I manage to get my share. I'm six feet tall, about two hundred and fifteen pounds, with dark hair and dark eyes, dark skin. I've never considered myself cute, more of the gentle bear type. This is just as well because the women I am attracted to seem to like that kind of man, strong and kind, handsome but not a pretty boy. My preference in women is all over the map. I like 'em big, small, man I like 'em all. This lack of fussiness has helped me meet many ladies and make them friends. One of these friends is Ann. 

Now Ann has recently returned from Guatemala, she is something of a mercenary teacher, a rambling rose, you know, has syllabus will travel. She is actually my sister, or rather a step sister-in-law. She and my wife are step sister's but they act more like Siamese twins most of the time. They're both nuts but are a real blast to have around. For being step sisters they look amazingly a lot alike. They're both about the same height, around five and a half feet tall with dark hair and dark eyes. They're both slim, but athletically slim, with near perfect breasts, about a handful. Mary, my wife, has nice, pink, loonie sized nipples. Now knowing how these two feel about each other I haven't really considered the possibility of getting with Ann and perhaps ruining their relationship, but I've definitely fantasized about seeing that body covered in sweat, sliding in ecstasy under me. I'm only a man, a very imaginative man and though I've had several fantasies come true, some things are just not worth fucking with. 

Well Ann has been in town studying massage therapy, and since I play Varsity Rugby for our University, I've been getting quite a few free massages so she can practice on someone with a little muscle mass, most of the students in her class are female. So every Friday I get an hour long massage for free and for the most part it hasn't been weird, with me sporting major wood or anything, it's been pretty platonic, well as platonic as I could manage anyway. Sometimes it takes a concerted effort not to really present a tent in my pants when I roll over after she's done with my back. While I receive my massages she is usually studying from the board in her class room. I work out so I'm fairly familiar with my muscle groups and names so I help her with their pronunciation and how they feel to different techniques. It's been a beneficial arrangement for both of us so far. 

Well, Ann has to give these massages at her school because that's where the massage tables are. Some of her friends however have tables of their own which fold up for easy transport. I offered to make one for her at no charge to show my appreciation for her gentle therapy. It only took a couple of weekends to build and while she waited she cleared out a room at her place to set up her shop. It had cut flowers, a small waterfall, like the ones you can buy at the drug store, it had incense, scented oils, and soft music. This place could really put you to sleep or at least on a different astral plane. Well it was a Monday when this table was done and Ann didn't have any classes because of a plumbing problem at her school so I called her and arranged to drop her table off that afternoon. The table fit nicely into the trunk of my car and I picked up a couple of coffees from Tim's on the way over. 

Ann was rearranging her stuff in this newly appointed room when I showed up. She was comfortably dressed in a loose T-shirt, some green hospital scrubs and a pair of birkenstocks, she wore a blue bandanna with a beer logo, like a head band. I carried the table in and showed her how to set it up and put it away, then we took a break and finished our coffees. Once again she offered to pay me for the table but I told her it was a family discount and besides I would rather keep getting massages. With that she tossed her cup in the trash and grabbed my hand and led me into her new room, she was going to give me the honour of being her first client. 

I pulled off my shirt and moved to lay down on the table but she stopped me. Since she was a student I only received the massages she had learned in class and she hadn't studied the legs yet. Well as I was about to lay down she told me she was going to give me the works since she'd studied the lower body the previous week and needed to practice on someone. I said fine and she told me to strip down to my boxers and put a towel around myself and get on the table, then she left the room while I got ready. I stripped down, got on the table and covered myself with a sheet then called her to let her know that I was ready. She returned and taped up some of her notes on the wall in front of us. 

I had never really felt nervous about our sessions, aside from the first time but then again she had only ever massaged my back, neck, shoulders and face. I didn't think this would be any different. With the music, the small waterfall, the smell and her soft but firm hands forcing the tension from my back I was almost ready to fall asleep, then she pulled the sheet up and exposed my legs so that only my butt was covered with the sheet. Still I wasn't all that concerned until she started to massage my feet. This perked me up. For some reason this felt different. Her hands were so soft but so strong as they worked on my calves. She spent a lot of time working deeply into the muscle. When she moved up to my thighs and started to knead my hamstrings area I felt a stirring that up until now I had managed to suppress. Her hands massaged my thighs and every so often she would work close to my butt with her fingers working my adductors and abductors, the outside and inside of my thighs. The music played the water burbled, Ann was breathing heavily from her exertions, and I was fighting with a world class Woody. She mentioned that I seemed a bit tense, so I tried to relax, that's when I lost the battle with the bulge. 

Her tranquility tape switched sides and she told me to roll over. I was hesitant but turned over figuring it would be worse if I didn't. The sheet was tented from my erection but I kept my eyes closed and tried to pretend that I was oblivious to my condition. Ann was silent for a moment but then she went to work on my shoulders and chest. The boner wouldn't go away and only seemed to get harder the more I tried to will it away. Ann moved down to my feet and started with my chins trying to inform me about shin splints and their causes. When she moved up to my thighs I held my breath but she went to work like a true professional, I fought to keep myself under control when she worked close to the top of my quadriceps, only inches from my aching hard-on. Ann tried to ease the situation by repeating all the muscles and tendons in the thigh and the injuries that she learned about and how to treat them, I might have been able to will my erection away at that time if she hadn't turned to reach for the bottle of oil and smacked my cock with the back of her hand. We both froze for what seemed like an eternity then we both cracked up laughing. We laughed so hard we couldn't hardly breathe. My boner eased up a bit and we felt some relief from the tense massage. 

She said that she knew that she would have to face that situation sooner or later and she had been dreading it, not knowing what she would do when the time came. She said she was glad her first time was with me or she might have been too grossed out by a total strangers cock. Her use of the word cock gave me a start but I never let on that I was surprised. Ann was a bit giddy as we talked, her on a stool and me still on the table. As she rambled on in the conversation she let it slip that Mary had mentioned the size of my dick but it had still taken her by surprise. This last bit had slipped out and we both paused for a second both noting that we were in strange territory, both feeling that there was a strange energy in the room. 

To break the tension I asked her if she ever did that massage where she walked on a client's back and massaged the back and legs with her feet and weight. She said she hadn't but it sounded like fun, saying that this would be the real test of the table. Since I had my boxers on I tossed the sheet to the side and rolled over onto my stomach. Ann climbed up on the table then stood on my back placing her hands on the ceiling to help steady herself. The table held but it was pretty wobbly so we decided to move to the floor. As Ann placed her feet on either side of my back and was getting ready to climb off the table I rolled onto my side and put out my hand to help her down. Well when I turned over, I pushed one of her feet off the side of the table and down she fell, right on top of me. I caught her before she went right over and we fell back onto the table with her on top of me, her arms hugging my head and my arms around her waist. We burst out laughing from the close call and we were about to get up when we both noticed the return of my erection. I froze, Ann stopped moving and I think we could both feel the pulse of my cock between her legs as our minds raced for a way out of this thing that was happening that seemed out of our control. 

Ann slowly slid off of me and onto the floor, my dick tracing an oily path up her belly as she slid to the floor. My hand was on her waist and her hand patted my stomach as we looked nervously at one another, but neither of us moved. I squeezed her waist, we locked eyes and her hand moved to my boxers, she took my dick in her hand and squeezed it really hard, biting her bottom lip as though she were willing my erection away. I slid my hand down to her ass and grabbed the inside of her thigh pulling her closer to me, she never released my dick. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me and we met in an electric kiss. She reached behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair, I thought this was where she freaked out but she pulled me tight as she worked her tongue deeply into my mouth. With the hand I still had between her legs I brushed her pussy which was hot and soaking through the thin scrubs. I slid the other hand under her T-shirt and cupped one of her firm, braless tits. 

Ann managed to pull my cock though the opening of my boxers and was stroking me firmly, every so often raking her nails over my balls. I sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head and got my first view of her breasts, just as lovely as I had imagined. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked firmly, my tongue rasping over the pencil eraser sized nip. I pulled the string to her scrubs and they fell to the floor leaving her standing with a pair of pink cotton jockeys, I slipped a thumb in the waist band and pulled them from her waist and they landed with the scrubs on the floor leaving her totally nude standing before me. I sat up and pulled her close for another kiss, her lips, so pink, were indescribably soft and moist, she sucked my lower lip into her mouth. I stood up and dropped my boxers to the floor and pulled her close to my body, I was oily and she was sweating, she led me into her bedroom. 

Once in her room Ann sat on the edge of her bed and pulled me close so she could remove my boxers. She pulled them down, releasing my erection. I grabbed my dick by the base, offering it to her and she received it warmly in her mouth, sucking long and hard, her tongue caressing my shaft. I ran my hands through her short wavy hair and she fondled my balls, gently raking her nails over my sensitive scrotum. I stepped back and drawing my dick from her protesting lips and eased her down onto the bed. I knelt on the floor and lifted a leg to my shoulder, kissing down the inside of her thigh to the crook of her leg, kissing up the side of her vagina as I eased a finger deeply into her hot womanhood. She arched her back and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my face to her wanting pussy. I kissed up and down her pussy, forcing her wet lips apart, working my way to the little hood that protected her clitoris. I kissed her clit, slowly sucking the little member into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue, Ann was moaning beautifully now as I stoked her fire. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her crack to her clit in long, slow, wide strokes which made Ann writhe on the bed. I worked my tongue deeply into her sex, trying to reach her G-spot with my tongue. I couldn't but she seemed to appreciate the effort. I kissed her sex with my full hungry lips working my way to her anus, her sensitive little bud and when I rimmed her she started to fall over the edge. I ran my tongue from her ass to her clit in hard wide strokes up and down, my tongue never leaving her engorged pussy until she started to cum. She grabbed a handful of hair and squeezed her legs tightly around my head as she ground out her orgasm. 

I kissed my way up her body until my dick was brushing against her well lubed hole. I worked my dick into her pussy and slid it all the way in, drawing an appreciative sigh from Ann as I entered her to the hilt. I stroked deeply into her, long, hard, slow strokes as I covered her neck with kisses. After a couple of minutes of this I withdrew and got up on my knees, Ann looked at me questioningly. I told her to roll over onto her belly so I could pay some attention to her beautiful ass. She rolled over and I marvelled at the beautiful twin globes that lay before me. I'm an ass man and Ann had a gorgeous ass. It was nice and round, with a slight teardrop shape to it. I kneaded her ass then bent and covered it with kisses, enraptured by the softness of her skin. I moved one of her legs open and bent to ease my dick into her pussy and she told me that it was nice to be the one to be getting the massage for a change. I told her she was going to love this next massage. 

Once I was inside her I lifted my leg and drew her two legs together and started driving hard into her pussy, loving the way it felt to be slamming into that nice firm ass. My strokes were hard and deep, with my dick hitting the top of her opening on the deepest part of my stroke which caused my dick to swish around in her wildly, like someone wagging their finger around. Ann loved this, everyone I used this on loved it, urging me on not with sighs or squeals but with deep throaty grunts and lots of "Fuck Yeahs!" I picked up speed and after about ten minutes Ann was just groaning loudly, as I took full use of her beautiful ass. 

When I pulled out of her she begged me to put it back and not to stop. I told her I was going to do the same thing only form the front. As I entered her the same way as I had from the rear, with her legs together and each of my legs on the outside of hers, I started to drive deeply into her hot clenching vagina. Soon she was moaning loudly again as I steadily and slowly drove my dick hard into her pussy. I was as steady as a metronome and after about five minutes she started to gasp. "Oh my God, Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, Jay I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop, Jay. Make me cum again. Oh God, Oh God. Here I go Ohhhhhh, fuck yessss." I drove steadily into her not changing my rhythm in the least, steady as the north wide I blew her away as she went over in what was a spectacular orgasm to watch. She thrashed around moaning and groaning and it looked like she was even crying. I didn't stop and when it looked like her orgasm was easing up I growled, "It's my turn." 

I opened her legs with my knees, lifting her legs and draping them over my arms. I reached up and grabbed hold of her arms just above her elbows and told her to brace herself. With that I launched an all out assault on her pussy. I slammed into her hard and fast, my cock almost coming out whenever I pulled back and my balls slamming into her ass with every stroke. I pounded her pussy mercilessly as her steadily rising groan turned into a howl as her sensitive vagina was being steadily pounded good and hard. She told me she was going to pass out and that her toes were tingling and I only pounded harder and faster. I'm not in that bad of shape and I can go for quite a while, especially if I put my mind to it. When I want I can cum in a few strokes or I can go for hours with the right motivation. With the way Ann was reacting to my barrage I knew that no matter what, I wasn't going to last long, she was in ecstasy and I was loving the way she was responding. I receive so much more pleasure from doing a good job for my lady friends than I do from my own orgasm that I strive to last as long as I can to prolong my pleasure as well as theirs. Someone once said that nice guys finish last, well I'm a real nice guy. Ann was telling me that she couldn't take any more, that her pussy was getting tired so I would have to hurry up. I wasn't far away anyhow so I picked up the pace and Ann started to scream, "AAAghhhhhhh!" With that I went over the edge, I pumped so hard into her that I thought I might actually hurt my dick. Ann dug her nails into my shoulder as I came she leaned forward and bit my nipple. 

I was spent when I rolled off Ann and flopped onto the cool tangled sheets. All I could say as I gasped for air was, "Water." Ann had a bottle of water beside her bed and she poured it slowly and lovingly into my mouth, wiping the sweat away from my face with the sheet. She told me that she had never had an orgasm from being fucked before, she had only reached orgasm through oral sex. She told me that when she had heard about me in the sack and what I did for her sister, she was intrigued and now that she had a taste she wasn't sure she could give it up completely. I told her I loved my wife but I was also not such a good guy because I had a hard time controlling my needs. I never meant to hurt Mary but I needed some variety or I would have to leave her or risk going insane. I told her I loved my wife very much, enough to die for her if need be but I didn't want to live with her and be a miserable fuck for the rest of my life. Ann said she felt a bit guilty but if I wasn't going to hurt my wife she would try to do the same. It would really hurt her if she knew but as long as we were willing to live with it she wouldn't be hurt. It sounded great at the time and now I see that it was actually true. We all still get along great, they still love each other, they're as crazy as ever and Mary is so happy that Ann finally found some mystery man to give her orgasms. Mary told me about Ann's problem and about this mystery man and that Ann was a very private person, never kissing and telling but Mary said that she had talked to Ann awhile back about me. Mary had told Ann about our sex life and described for her a few of my special moves that worked for her. Well I guess they worked out. Mary said telling me I should make my own how-to book but I laughed, I had been her first real fuck, the first sober one anyway, so she thought I was a God in the sack, I'm alright but I'm no Sex-God, though I like to let her believe that. 



Physical Therapy: Back for More



Note: This story was suggested by a Literotica reader. I write requested and suggested stories for other readers.

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Joy pushed on the doorbell this time letting the light inside alert them of her arrival without knocking first. She had found her way back to Mike's house for the second time. It was noon on Saturday and she was right on time. It was her day off and except for this appointment at Mike's house she had nothing to do all day. She planned to stay until she had everything she wanted and was not rushing off anywhere else.

She wanted the men to use her as their sex salve for the second time. To prepare for it she took an especially fragrant bath and went to the hairdresser that morning. Her short brown hair looked fabulous. She wore a special pair of jeans with sequences that more or less matched her silvery satin top and open toed high heals to show off her red toe pedicure. 

She didn't bother to say anything when Mike answered the front door. He was deaf and couldn't hear her voice but she gestured knowing he could understand that. Joy was sure he noticed her manicure as well as she held out her hand to him. He took it and bent down to kiss her hand as she stepped across the threshold of his house. He let her step just inside and closed the door before he took her in his arms and shared a long passionate kiss together.

Joy hadn't been kissed that way as a manner of greeting in well over a decade. It was a welcome feeling. She felt desirable and sexy. Mike didn't release her entirely as they completed their kiss. He instead kept his harm around her and she touched him as best she could. He was well over six foot, ten inches taller than her, and chiseled like a Greek god. Joy certainly didn't control him with her grasp as he did with her but the two of them walked as one into the large room he had made into a physical therapy studio in his home. 

It was the place where the night before for the first time in her marriage she committed adultery with Mike and Tony. She did what they asked and went home after that to tell her husband James all about it. James had begged her for many years to do just that and was rewarded with the story she told and a wild fucking session with his wife's sore pussy. For them it was truly unforgettable. Today Joy planned to get even nastier with the guys and smiled happily when she saw young Tony waiting for her in the room.

"Hi Joy." Tony said crossing the room to greet her.

He bent to kiss her and she dropped her purse on the floor to use her free hand around him. They pulled each other close and shared a kiss. Mike held Joy still and the three of them shared a group hug while Tony and Joy kissed as if they had never parted from their last adventure together.

Mike used sign language to say something to Tony.

"Mike says you look very good." Tony said. "And I agree with him."

"Thanks guys." Joy said slightly blushing but proud she had their attention.

"Let me introduce you to our fiancés." Tony said.

Joy smiled at the two women in the room. She felt it was strange to meet them knowing they knew she had sex with their men. She would have never thought she would ever be in this position. Her faithfulness to her husband was broken at his insistence. She had never planned to do the naughty things she did with Tony and Mike but the circumstances required it and she knew her husband James would not only not mind but had encouraged her to so the deed. She wondered as she held her hand out to greet the other women how they thought about fidelity in marriage fit the lifestyle they had obviously chosen. She couldn't imagine feeling good about sharing James with anyone.

Cheryl, Tony's fiancé and Michelle, Mike's fiancé greet Joy with a handshake, a hug and a nice welcoming kiss. Both women wore long blonde hair and had trim bodies with breasts actually smaller than or just as small as Joy. She felt immediately welcomed as she was taller than either of the other women by two inches. A fact that became clear when they all kicked off their shoes.

They pulled her away from the men and softly chatted and slowly got to know each other and took turns removing the clothing from each other. They moved as if they were unwrapping gifts but without any hurry. They took time to share each unveiling and the other two expressed verbal appreciation of which ever body part became naked on the third woman as it was revealed. 

Joy was still a little older than Michelle and of course Cheryl was eighteen just as was Tony. Joy was accustomed to being he oldest women in a room but she had never been the oldest woman at a sex party. She felt strange and yet not out of place. She could see the desire in the eyes of the other women matched her own perfectly.

There was lots of touching and kissing to show appreciation of each others soft skin and lovely curves. They ignored the men entirely while they gradually piled their clothes over some of the furniture. Once they were all three naked they continued to touch and get to know their newest member of their group. Joy made a special point of telling them that she had never done anything remotely like this ever before. Cheryl and Michelle assured her that they had more than enough experience between them to make her comfortable. There were giggles and laughter between them. 

Mike stood watching them after he got naked and ready for what was to come. He loved watching women laugh. It was his second favorite thing that he liked about women. He took great pleasure in his silent world unable to hear but when women laughed they were beautiful and energetic just the way he liked them. He smiled as he watched.

Tony got naked and busied himself preparing towels, lube bottles, sex toys and blankets for their party. When everything was ready he and Mike proceeded with their plan. Mike realized that they both needed to have erections to proceed with their plan. He lay down on the blanket that Tony placed on the floor. There was some extra padding under it to help Joy have fun without injuring her bad knee. Tony stood at Mike's head and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward and crawled over the large body beneath him. Mike pulled Tony's limp cock to his mouth and began to lick him to hardness. Tony started with Mike's cock and soon the men were at full attention ready for the women.

"I want to do that." Joy said from across the room. 

She watched Tony get Mike ready to fuck and was jealous that the big cock was temporarily someone else's toy.

"We want you to go first. How would you like them to take you?" Michelle said as the three naked women approached the cocks they all planned to share.

Tony rolled off of Mike and both of them lay on their backs with their erections ready for anything. Joy couldn't decide but really wanted Mike's cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste his sperm again and enjoy how he filled her. The decision was made and Michelle and Cheryl helped her kneel softly down over Tony's hard cock careful not to harm he knee. She got comfortable quickly and Tony's hard shaft penetrated her wet pussy with ease. Mike stood over Tony's body and let Joy take total control of his hard cock. 

The nine inch length was always a pleasure to watch and the three women appreciated how thick it was in as many ways as they could. Michelle and Cheryl stood close enough to continue touching and fondling Joy's body as Tony fucked her pussy and Mike fed his cock into her mouth. 

Cheryl kneeled down and took one of Joy's nipples into her mouth suckling it and toying with the flesh of the surrounding breasts. Cheryl rubbed along Joy's back and Mike's chest standing next to them. Joy was filled and her passion grew in leaps and bounds as the orgy began.

Of course it was Joy who had the first orgasm of the day with many more to come. She shuddered and shook with all of the attention and nobody stopped or waited on her to complete her peak. They all continued to do as they wanted. Michelle kissed Mike as Joy sucked on his cock. Mike played with her ass and she moved her hips back to let him slip a finger through her rosebud.

Tony had Cheryl move just a little and while Joy bounced on his cock he finger fucked his fiancé and toyed with her clit from behind her narrow ass under her sweet pussy. Cheryl kept suckling Joy's breasts and was an integral part of each orgasm Joy would have.

Mike was next to come and his man juice squirted into Joy's mouth. She swallowed the first few squirts and the last ones she kept in her mouth to play with. Michelle saw that Joy had something for her and pushed Mike and Cheryl out of the way. She knelt down over Tony's face with her pussy and put her tits up against Joy's as they began a long kiss sharing Mike's sperm between. Cheryl and Mike stood next to each other. Mike toyed with her young pussy with his large fingers and suckled her small breasts. Cheryl kept her hand on Mike's fat cock as it softened but slowly stroked it and hoped it would recover quickly.

Joy had never shared another man's sperm with anyone. Michelle made it seem natural. The pleasure of fucking Tony was increased when Michelle pinched the nipples still wet from Cheryl's saliva. Joy and Tony came together. He filled her with his seed and when he finished and his cock softened and slipped out of her Cheryl dropped Mike's cock and helped Joy onto her back on the padded blanket.

Down when Cheryl between Joy's legs licking and sucking the sperm from her sloppy pussy. Cheryl was on her knees with her face in Joy's groin and her ass was high in the air. Mike took some lube from the bottle and a condom that Tony had laid out. He put on the condom and lubed up his cock and Cheryl's ass for a good reaming.

Michelle continued to let Tony eat her pussy as she fell forward taking is gooey soft cock in her mouth to lick it clean. Soon she coming and Tony was hard all over again. When it was time to change positions she moved off of Tony and placed her pussy over Joy's face as Cheryl continued to lick and get fucked in the ass by Mike.

Tony moved over in front of Michelle standing over Joy's torso to let Michelle continue to suck his cock. Joy writhed with orgasm several times. Cheryl begged for Mike to fuck her harder and when Michelle had Tony ready for another ejaculation he pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the seed fly all over Joy's tender body beneath him then stepped out of the way. 

Michelle moved her pussy off of Joy's face and crawled backward to lick the sperm off of Joy's breasts and tummy. Cheryl stopped licking Joy's pussy and concentrated on the anal orgasm that Mike was giving her as he filled the condom in her ass with his milky white sperm.

Joy was worn completely out from all the attention. When Michelle finished licking her clean the two women sat up and embraced each other. Cheryl fell forward and lay flat on the blanket with her legs extending off of it over the hardwood floor as she caught her breath.

Mike excused himself to go into the bathroom to clean up and returned in a few moments smiling.

"Lunch is ready in the dining room if anyone is interested." Tony announced.

Joy was helped up by Tony and Michelle. Mike picked up Cheryl and they all went to the dining room to eat. Joy was amazed that nobody tried to cover their nakedness. They sat and ate and chatted. Sign language was used by all but her to keep Mike in the conversation. She put her two cents into the conversation but mostly ate voraciously and sat amazed how natural eating naked could be. It was another first for Joy and she loved it.

For the second time in twenty four hours she had cheated on her husband and yet there was absolutely no guilt. There was only the feeling of adventure. Joy was facing the fact that the life of a slut, as she was turning out to be, could be very enjoyable with the right people.

"I want to get fucked in the ass." Joy blurted out.

She was not only interested in the experience that she now had seen two other women enjoy but her pussy was sore from all the activity and she felt the change would do her good.

"It's lots of fun. I'll help you." Cheryl said and gave her a tender touch with her fingers running down Joy's shoulder and upper arm.

"Should I start with Tony? Mike is so big it might hurt." Joy asked for advice from the obviously experienced women.

"It doesn't hurt when we do it right. You can have Mike's. Your ass will take it and he's amazing when he takes you that way." Michelle said and looked at Mike rubbing on his chest with her hand.

"I thought we could take a short nap first." Tony said and signed for Mike to know what he was talking about.

They all looked at each other and quickly paired up for napping. Michelle and Tony and Joy seemed to want to be a trio in bed and Mike and Cheryl were a natural. Michelle guided Joy to a bedroom and Tony followed. Mike and Cheryl disappeared into Mike's bedroom. Covers were pulled back and in separate beds the five of them made themselves at home. They cuddled and slept for nearly two hours.

Joy was awakened when Tony slipped between her legs with is head and began to touch his tongue to her clit without putting any pressure on the rest of her sore pussy. Her eyes opened to Michelle's smiling face and tenderly they kissed. Michelle moved down to Joy's breasts and gently kissed all over her chest and tummy as Tony put Joy's clit through enough thrashing that the orgasm she had was a noisy one.

Cheryl appeared at the door with a towel wrapped around her waist but nothing covering her breasts.

"Shower's open." She said

The idea sounded very good and the three bedmates hurried to wash up. Mike's shower was large but not large enough to let three of them in at once. Michelle controlled the water and Joy washed her. Michelle left after being thoroughly cleansed and Tony entered to take over the task of cleaning his new lover. Joy took pleasure in washing his eighteen year old body and of course he was erect when they both stepped out of the shower to dry.

Mike came into the room and took Joy by the hand. She let herself be dragged back into the shower and the two of them kissed and fondled as the water cascaded over their bodies. Joy was completely taken and overwhelmed by the big man. She melted in his arms and gave herself to him completely.

They exited the shower and lightly dried off but didn't wait too fully dry. Mike took her to his bed and she was made comfortable by the two other women as Tony prepared the condom and lube. Mike let Tony fix him up by first licking his cock to full hardness then donning the condom and lubing up Mike's cock and balls.

Cheryl had the bottle of lube in one hand and her and Michelle were tenderly making Joy's ass ready for a reaming. When they had their virgin ass ready to be violated they invited with sign language the conqueror to assault his prey.

Mike stepped forward and slowly pressed the head of his fat cock against the tiny rosebud that Joy presented to him. Cheryl made sure the extra pillow under Joy's bum knee kept her comfortable. Michelle rubbed along Joy's back gently and massage the breasts which hung from Joy's chest.

Cheryl produced a small vibrator which was narrow and long enough to penetrate a sore pussy. She gently reached under Joy to pleasure her clit and pussy making her aroused enough to accept the cock in her ass. Joy involuntarily became excited and was ready to experience something previously unthinkably new. Mike's cock slipped just inside her and she let him press gently and pull out widening her anus as things progressed.

"You need to guide him. Use your hand like a traffic cop holding it up to have him stop and waving him onward when it is time for more penetration." Michelle said to Joy.

Joy nodded that she understood and braced herself with a smile on her face. The smile turned to a grimace when Mike pressed. She held up her hand and Mike backed out enough for comfort but not entirely out of the ass he was intent on taking. Joy waved him onward and he let her have enough to know he was with her. 

It seemed to take a long time and Joy was becoming just a little frustrated. She had always had much more rapid entry in her pussy with whoever she fucked. She didn't know it was usually to take longer for anal sex.

"Just let it happen. Nobody is in a hurry. Take your time." Michelle said sensing that Joy needed encouragement.

Cheryl had Joy almost ready for an orgasm from the vibrator. Joy closed her eyes and forgot to signal Mike on how to move. She erupted with the vibrator's orgasm and Mike continued to press.

"Push like you are taking a shit." Michelle advised.

Joy thought she understood and bared down. The orgasm let some liquid out of her pussy making her squirt for the first time in her life.

"Good girl!" Cheryl squealed with joy pleased with herself that she was part of Joy's newest adventure.

Mike's cock slipped down the chute just enough to fill Joy completely. He signed to Michelle that he was in and held still to let Joy have his cock all to herself.

"Fuck!" Joy exclaimed with the intense feeling of having cum, squirted and had her ass filled all in the same moment.

"She needs your cock in her mouth." Cheryl said to Tony.

Tony leaned down to give Cheryl a kiss and they shared a long passionate one as Cheryl stroked his cock to get him ready for Joy's mouth. Mike began to slowly fuck Joy's ass. Tony crawled up on the bed in front of Joy's face. She looked up at him and took his cock into her mouth. Cheryl continued to vibrate the toy on her clit and soon Joy was over the top again with another orgasm.

Mike used the opportunity of having her highly aroused to speed up his stroke. Each time he went further into her body. Each time he pulled nearly all the way out and Joy's ass remained wide gaping open to accept him. Michelle dribbled a little more lube into Joy's ass and along Mike's cock when he pulled out. She smiled up at Mike happy to let him give Joy the cock she knew to be her very own. He winked back at her.

Joy didn't know the difference between the orgasms she was having. She knew that one of them had to come from the anal penetration but wasn't sure how it differed from the arousal from all the rest of the attention she was getting.

The orgasm just kept on coming and she reached higher peaks of pleasure than she knew were possible. She was truly enjoying herself and never wanted it to stop but stop it did. Mike filled the condom in Joy's ass with his seed and gradually his softening cock let her anal fucking end. Tony had a hard cock still and hadn't come. Joy really wanted to continue. She let Tony's cock slip from her mouth and spoke.

"Fuck my ass!" She commanded.

Cheryl stopped using the vibrator and got a condom for Tony. She quickly covered his shaft and lubed him for ass fucking. Michelle dribbled some more lube into the gape of Joy's ass when Mike pulled out and before it closed up once again.

Tony took his position and the waiting ass waited no more. He gently pressed into Joy who yelled with delight. He let her be the barometer of how fast and hard she could take him. She signaled him and they began fucking faster and harder than they thought they should. Joy was beside herself with pleasure. Tony used all of his young energy on her and she took everything he could give.

"Fuck her." Cheryl said loudly and rubbed along the fleshy part of Joy's ass.

Cheryl slapped Joy on the ass just above where her thigh and butt met. Joy jumped and squealed but it was a good squeal. Michelle slapped the other side and a flush of redness ran across Joy's chest, neck and face. The women traded blows on Joy's ass as Tony fucked her. The orgasm she had from the anal penetration this time was clearly from just that. Joy had to fall forward off of Tony's cock with the intense orgasm wracked her body with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.




Physical Therapy: Back for More



"Gawd!" Joy said and pressed her face into the mattress beneath her. The gape of her ass gently closed as slowly as it had opened. Tony watched it and pulled the condom off of his cock. He stroked his cock until it was ready to explode. Cheryl and Michelle looked at each other and both of them pointed to Joy's back. Tony let it fly and when he finished spurting the women took pleasure in licking the cum off of Joy's back and ass.

Joy lay overcome with gratefulness. She couldn't have ever imagined participating in an event such as this. It was surprisingly the most adventurous sexual escapade she had ever been involved in. She could feel when the women were finished cleaning the cum off of her back and rolled over. She looked up into the eyes of her three companions and they all smiled back at her. 

Mike walked through the door with a bottle of water and handed it to Joy. She took it and drank half of it down her throat with one gulp. She stopped and looked up at Mike. He could see the gratefulness in her eyes. He held his hands out to her and helped her off of the bed. She stood in front of him and he wrapped his arms around her naked body.

"How do I sign that I want to do this again?" Joy asked looking over at Michelle.

Michelle signed it for her and Joy tried to repeat the sign. Mike understood and gave her a kiss on the forehead then nodded his head. Joy held her hand out for Tony to grasp. He took it and stepped closer. Cheryl stood next and snuggled up against her man. Tony put his arm around her and the two of them kissed then walked together into the other room.

Michelle held her hands out and Mike took one, Joy took the other. They helped her off of the bed. She fell with them into a group hug and the three naked people stayed together for several minutes just enjoying each other's company.

"I guess I should go home." Joy said.

Michelle signed for Mike repeating what Joy just said. He signed to tell her she can stay or go as she wishes. Michelle relayed the message.

"I'm sore and can't imagine doing anything else." Joy said.

"You are welcome to stay for dinner later if you wish." Michelle invited.

"I'd better get home to my family. Just let him know that I really appreciate all he has done for me and that I will see him again." Joy said looking at Mike.

She immediately felt guilt but not because she broke her marriage vows again. The guilt was that she had monopolized Michelle's man all afternoon. As Michelle signed to let Mike know she was leaving Joy thought about what she might say or do.

"I still owe you all a story." Joy said. She let go of Mike to give Michelle a friendly hug of thanks.

They walked into the studio again. Tony had Cheryl on one of the therapy tables with her toes in his mouth. She was giggling and he was sucking her toes and fingering her pussy.

"Joy wants to tell us a story." Michelle said.

"That's right!" Tony said. "We want to hear all about what you did last night to your husband what's his name."

"James." Joy corrected and proceeded to fill them all in on the details of her arrival back at her house having betrayed the fidelity of her marriage to her long time husband.

The details were questioned once in a while as she spoke. Mostly for clarity but occasionally just to hear her repeat herself. She found herself telling the audience who sat or lay pleasuring each other with their fingers, mouths and tongues. It was an unusual audience to be sure. Never had Joy spoken naked in front of other people let alone that they too were naked and sharing some foreplay while she told her story.

"You need to see if James wants to fuck you in the ass." Tony suggested when she finished the story.

Joy went around the room gathering her clothes and kissing everyone. She dressed again looking very good and left them with their best wishes as they all went back to having sex.

The drive home was slow and she spent the time thinking about her husband. Certainly James couldn't take hearing all of the details of her debauchery. She felt she had to keep some things private. The story she imagined in her mind to tell him was dramatic enough. She didn't want to spoil it by letting the cat entirely out of the bag. She was realizing that some of her sex life could remain personal. 

She put the car away and went into the house. The kids were watching television and her husband James stood up and joined her in the kitchen when he saw her motion for him to do so. She put her arms around his neck. He could smell the sex on her.

In his ear she whispered. "Have you ever wanted to fuck me in the ass?"



Physical Therapy For The Soul



Chapter 1

Zerrick Collier pulled into the back parking lot of St. Anne's Hospital and saw the sign for the rehabilitation center. He parked as close to the entrance as possible, hoping to navigate the slick pavement with his crutches for the least amount of distance.

He had torn the anterior cruciate ligament and all the surrounding cartilage in his left knee playing basketball two months earlier. After extensive reconstructive surgery whereby the patellar tendon was taken from beneath his kneecap and used to replace his ligament, Zerrick was now ready to begin getting his knee back into shape.

A bitter February wind went right through him as he carefully made his way across the parking lot to the entrance of the rehab center. He now wished he had worn something warmer, but usually the cold didn't bother him. This day was different.

Shivering after entering the warm building, Zerrick crutched slowly to the reception desk. He was told to have a seat and someone would be with him in a few minutes. Through the glass, Zerrick looked into the rehab center. There didn't seem to be very many patients there that day, but they were scattered about doing various exercises and weight training. Some were working with trainers while others worked by themselves. There was a running track and Zerrick could see an entrance to a swimming pool in the far corner.

Fifteen minutes later, Zerrick was reading a magazine when he heard his named called. Looking up, he saw a small, slightly built female waiting patiently for him at the door. She looked to be five foot nothing and maybe ninety pounds soaking wet.

Slowly, he got up and walked with his crutches over to her where she held the door open for him. At five feet ten and around one hundred and seventy pounds, Zerrick felt like a giant when he went past her.

"I'm Theresa Stanton," she said in a pleasant voice. Theresa stuck out her hand and Zerrick took it. "I'm going to be your therapist while you're here." She glanced at her clipboard.

"I'm glad to meet you," Zerrick replied.

He looked at her more closely. She seemed even more petite than when he first saw her. Theresa appeared to have almost no bust under her loose fitting green polo shirt, but she did have very shapely legs coming out of her khaki shorts. Her wavy brown hair was shoulder length and matched her chocolate brown eyes. She looked to be about his age, no more than twenty five or so.

Theresa looked at his knee which she could see was encased in a bulky brace under his sweat pants. "How is it feeling today?" she asked.

"Not too bad," Zerrick answered. "I'm able to put a little bit of weight on it without too much trouble. Dr. Fitzsimmons wanted me to take it easy until I saw you guys."

Theresa nodded and jotted notes on her clipboard. "Well, today we're going to show you around and maybe put you on a stationary bike to start working on your flexibility."

"Great.".

He wanted to get started. Zerrick had been very antsy not being able to do anything since the surgery. He wanted to get his knee in shape so he could get back to work on a light duty basis. He was an insurance adjustor. His surgeon warned him that it could take between six and nine months for his knee to get back to one hundred percent.

Theresa walked with him slowly as she showed him the different stations of the rehab center. There were eight stationary bikes, four weight machines, two electronic stimuli machines, and other training apparatus. In the middle of the main area there were six sturdy padded tables where exercises and manipulations took place. She also showed him the swimming pool where most of his early rehab would take place. Theresa introduced him to the trainers in that area, too.

As they walked out of the swimming area, Theresa asked, "Did you wear shorts under your sweat pants today?"

"No," Zerrick replied.

"From now on," she instructed, "wear shorts. And bring along a swimming suit for your pool work. We have towels here so you don't have to worry about that. The locker rooms are through that door." She pointed to the left.

"Okay," he said.

They were near the middle of the room by then.

"Go ahead and take off your coat and we'll do a little bit of work," Theresa said.

Zerrick shrugged off his coat and handed it to Theresa, who put it on one of the tables. He then followed her to the stationary bikes.

"Hop up on the bike and we'll have you go about five minutes and see how it feels," she said.

Zerrick got on the bike with a little bit of difficulty while Theresa stood by with his crutches. When he got seated, his left knee was in the upward position and he was in quite a bit of discomfort. He tried to move the knee to start, but he found he didn't have the strength.

"What's the matter?" Theresa asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I can't get it started," he replied. "It's too stiff."

Smiling to herself, Theresa put the crutches aside and moved to the knee. With both hands surrounding the brace, she gently forced the leg down until his good leg was able to continue the cycle. Theresa kept her hands on the knee for a few more rotations until Zerrick got into an awkward rhythm.

The knee was very sore from his non-activity since the surgery and he grimaced each time he had to bend it. Theresa watched him as he continued his struggle. Sweat beads were starting to form above his eyebrows.

It was a nice change of pace for Theresa to get a patient who was around her age and a man, too. Most of her patents were of the geriatric variety and they almost always were female. Most of them had knee or hip replacements and she had to be extremely careful with their regimen. It was nice to have a young, strong individual whom she could work hard.

She liked the looks of Zerrick. He had black hair with eyes to match and below his high cheek bones was a sharp, angular jaw. As dark as his eyes were, they still had warmth about them. 

Theresa could see he was fighting through the pain and discomfort and that pleased her. He had a pain tolerance with which she could work.

When the five minutes were up, Zerrick stopped pedaling and exhaled loudly. His knee was throbbing and tired.

"Okay," Theresa announced, "now we'll do it in reverse for five more minutes."

Zerrick looked at her in surprise. "You've got to be kidding," he exclaimed. "It's hurting enough as it is."

"It hurts because you've been too easy with it," Theresa countered. "This rehab of yours is going to hurt, so you might as well get used to it. I'm going to work you hard so that it gets better faster. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Then quit your bitching and do what I ask." 

Theresa looked at him to see if he was going to accept her challenge or quit. "Come on," she said a bit more nicely, "you'll get through it with no trouble."

She knelt down as before, wrapping her hands around the brace covered knee. She then started his knee in the opposite direction. This exercise was even more awkward for Zerrick, but he did the best he could. After about three minutes, though, he couldn't continue and stopped pedaling.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"It's just too sore. I don't have any strength left."

"You don't have much of a pain tolerance, do you?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?"

Theresa's eyes narrowed. "I've got patients in their sixties who can do five minutes after a knee replacement. I think you should be able to do five minutes of reverse cycling."

"You don't know anything about my pain," Zerrick hissed.

Theresa's eyes narrowed even more before she spoke, her hands on her hips.

"I know you quit when others haven't. If you haven't received the clue, let me spell it out for you. I am going to be very tough on you and I am going to be tough on you because the harder you work, the faster you walk or run out of here and not have me on your ass anymore. Is that motivation enough for you?" 

She liked challenging guys and pissing them off. It usually made them work harder.

"Or," she continued, "you can find another therapist who won't work you very hard and then it'll take a year or more before you're one hundred percent. What's it going to be?"

With her arms crossed, Theresa waited patiently for his answer. Zerrick returned her stare and silently cursed her for putting him through so much pain. But, he was even more mad about the fact that he knew she was right.

"All right," he grumbled, "lead on, dungeon master."

Theresa smiled slightly. "Come on, then, we'll go to the table now."

Theresa handed him his crutches as he gingerly lowered himself to the floor. They went to the nearest table and she motioned for him to sit on it.

"Straighten your leg on the table as much as possible," she instructed.

When he did so, the back of his knee was still almost two inches above the surface. Theresa peered at the gap, measured it, and jotted something on his chart.

"Here's one exercise you can do at home. Sit on the floor and flex your thigh muscle so that you can get the back of your knee to touch the floor. Do that for five minutes, three times a day. Understand?"

Zerrick nodded. He flexed his thigh as instructed and tried to push down on the knee, seeing no movement.

"It'll take some time," Theresa said reassuringly, "but you'll see a difference fairly quickly.

Zerrick nodded again.

"Now, move your foot towards your butt and we'll see how far you can go."

Zerrick moved his foot back, but it wasn't very far. Theresa took out a measuring device and calculated how many degrees he could bend the knee. She jotted down more notes.

"By the time I'm finished with you, your heel will touch your butt. I promise you that. You can work on that at home, too."

She went to a nearby desk and produced a packet of papers. When she came back, she said, "Here are some exercises I want to you to do." She handed them to him before demonstrating each exercise and telling him how often to do them.

When she finished, she had him pull up the leg of his sweat pants and remove the brace. She handed him a huge bag of ice and a towel and told him to ice down his knee and that she'd be back in ten minutes. She set a timer so that he'd know when to take off the ice.

During that time, Zerrick thought about his session with her. He was still upset about her brusque demeanor and apparent lack of sympathy, but he didn't want another therapist. If she was true to her word and would have him back in shape in a quick amount of time, he could put up with her being tough. She was going to get his knee back in shape, even if it killed him, he guessed.

The ten minutes passed slowly as Zerrick's eyes roamed the center. He was surprised to see that he was one of only a handful of patients left. He saw Theresa in a remote corner sipping on a cola and writing notes in patient files. Zerrick thought she was cute; not a real beauty, but nice to look at. She seemed to be very fit and Zerrick always admired athletic women.

When the ten minutes elapsed, Zerrick took the ice and towel off his knee and examined it. It was red, swollen, and misshapen; not much different from when he first came in.

Theresa came to his side quietly, looking over his shoulder at the knee. "That doesn't look too bad. It's better than a lot of guys who come in here. Dr. Fitzsimmons did a good job, as he always does."

"You've seen his work?" Zerrick asked.

"Oh yeah, we get a lot of his patients. He's good." She looked down at his chart and her watch. "Is this a good time for you to come in? I work late on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

"It's a good time for me," he said.

"Good. Then, we'll set your schedule as Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at five o'clock. You'll go to the pool first and then we'll find each other when you're done. Okay?"

"Sure." he replied.

"You're all done for today. Make sure you do those exercises every day, including tonight."

Zerrick looked at her in exasperation.

"I know you've had a good workout, but you'll feel better about it when you see the difference in the next few weeks." She closed his file and put her pen in her shirt pocket. "I'll see you Wednesday."

"See you," Zerrick replied, not too enthusiastically.

Chapter 2 

As he completed his first month of therapy, Zerrick could see a significant difference in his mobility and range of motion. He had discarded his crutches after the first week of therapy and although his limp was quite noticeable, it wasn't too bad considering the time since the surgery. He looked forward to his pool sessions where the water provided the perfect resistance while putting the least amount of weight on his leg.

He was doing much better on the stationary bike and he actually looked forward to his sessions with Theresa. She seemed to be loosening up a bit and would smile a lot while around him. And he noticed she had a nice smile, too.

It during his Friday session that fourth week when something strange happened which would change the way he felt about her. It began as his sessions usually did. He spent the first half hour in the pool doing his walking and other exercises. After he toweled off and changed into his shorts and tee shirt, he made his way to the bikes where he began to ride.

For some reason that day, his knee refused to loosen. He fought through the stiffness gamely, but it got no better.

Theresa ambled up to him after she saw him laboring from across the room. "How's it going today, Zerrick?" She asked.

"It won't loosen up at all," he complained as he continued to pedal.

"Well, after you're finished, come over to the tables and I'll work on it."

"Wonderful," Zerrick said sarcastically. Theresa working on his knee usually meant pain involved. Oh, she could get it loosened up, but her methods made him grimace more than a few times.

"No pain, no gain," she chuckled as she walked away.

Once he was finished on the bike, he limped over to the padded table where she was waiting.

"On your stomach," she instructed.

He climbed onto the table and lay on his stomach. Theresa got behind him, grabbed his leg, and using her strength and weight, gently pushed forward moving his leg towards his butt. She would ease off after a second or two, then would do it all over again.

Zerrick grimaced every time his leg resisted her force. Although she was gentle, she was persistent in getting the knee working. If the pain got too intense, Zerrick would only have to say "time" and Theresa would immediately ease back.

After a few minutes, Theresa was satisfied with the progress and patted his leg to have him sit up. As usual, her polo shirt was too big, loose fitting, and billowed out at the waist. She was given a man's small size for her work, but even that was too big. She stood in front of him and bent down to take hold of his ankle for some stretching. As she bent down and forward, her shirt opened and gave Zerrick a perfect view of her braless breasts. They were very small, cone shaped from gravity, and Zerrick's jaw dropped at the sight.

"Uh..." Zerrick cleared his throat.

Theresa looked up. "What? Is there something wrong?"

"Uh...."

"What is it?"

Zerrick looked at her eyes and smiled sheepishly. He leaned forward and in a low voice said, "I think you should have worn a bra today."

Theresa's face reddened slightly, but she kept her composure. Theresa looked down at her shirt and tried to tuck it in better with her free hand.

"I rarely wear a bra," she whispered.

Zerrick looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"Why?"

Theresa didn't answer, but began to stretch and manipulate his leg.

"Why don't you wear one?" he persisted.

Theresa continued to work on his leg as she spoke. "Because I don't have anything and they're not worth looking at anyway." She looked down at his knee, avoiding looking at him.

"They looked pretty good to me," Zerrick said softly.

"Yeah, right."

"You don't take compliments very well, do you?"

Theresa dropped his leg gently and stared at him. "Can we talk about this some other time?" Her eyes were serious and a bit sad. She glanced around the room warily.

"I guess so," Zerrick replied.

She worked him long and hard that day and he didn't complain once. In fact, they were both pretty quiet during his workout, something that was unusual for them. They usually bantered with each other good natured; he telling her she was working him too hard and she telling him to shut up and quit being such a baby about it.

By the time they finished, only a few of the trainers and none of the patients were in the room. That wasn't too strange, though. Zerrick was almost always one of the last patients to leave and Theresa was always the last trainer to go home. It was her job to lock up the center on her late nights.

When she handed him his customary bag of ice, Zerrick touched her hand. "Can we talk now?" he asked.

Theresa looked around and then back to him. "Take your time getting dressed. Everyone should be gone by then." She hurried away.

After the ten minutes was over, Zerrick left the ice bag in a sink by the table and went to the locker room to change. He took a quick shower and dressed, thinking about Theresa and what just occurred. For some time now, he found he was having feelings for Theresa. He thought she was pretty from the first moment he saw her, but because of the closeness they shared during his rehab sessions, he was liking her more and more. When he emerged from the locker room, true to her word, everyone else had gone home. 

Theresa was sitting at her desk making notes in her files. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zerrick coming toward her. She had mixed feelings when it came to this patient. Against her better judgement, she started having feelings towards him almost from the start. She tried not to, tried not to let her personal feelings interfere with her professional conduct, but she found herself being drawn closer to him. She certainly didn't intend for him to see down her blouse. She always did have trouble keeping her shirt tucked in all the way. But, it didn't upset her when he pointed it out to her. In fact, it gave her a little thrill knowing he had seen her breasts, what there were of them.

She always thought about her bust size in disdain. Her mom and two sisters had normal breasts and she always wondered why she got short changed in that department. It often embarrassed her to go to the beach. She knew she had a nice figure, but she was self-conscious about her breast size, or the lack thereof. She even contemplated getting implants, but could never bring herself to do it.

He was coming closer and she sighed. She couldn't explain rationally why she was attracted to him. He was no more handsome than anyone else with whom she had been involved. He was no bigger or stronger. Maybe it was just the fact that she liked his quiet demeanor and his resolve to get his knee back in shape. Since that first rocky session, she could see he was working harder than any patient she had ever helped. She closed the file, put her pen down, and waited.

She pushed an empty chair his way and he sat down a few feet to her left. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Theresa smiled sheepishly and looked away with her chin on her hand.

"I didn't mean for it to happen," she said softly, looking back his way.

"I didn't figure you did. You've always been professional with me. I didn't want to embarrass you, but I thought you might want to know." Zerrick moved forward. "You're not mad, are you?"

Theresa smiled and patted his hand. "No, I'm not angry. I'm just wondering how many other times my shirt has flopped open." She sighed. "It doesn't matter. There's nothing there to see anyway."

"Au contraire," Zerrick said, "it was quite a sight for me." He grinned at her.




Physical Therapy For The Soul



Theresa shook her head. "You need your eyes checked. Is there any history of blindness in your family?"

"Nope, just a history of guys who know a pretty woman when they see one."

Theresa rolled her eyes.

"Now what's that about?" Zerrick asked.

"You are blind!" she laughed.

"You are very pretty."

"I am very mediocre and I have no boobs."

"I think you're very pretty and who cares if they're small?"

"I care and most guys care." 

"I'm not most guys..."

"Really?"

"...and I'd date you in a heartbeat." 

It came out without thinking and Zerrick bit his bottom lip.

Theresa stopped and looked at him. She hadn't expected that.

"You would?" she asked.

Zerrick paused for a second. "Do I have to spell it out for you? You are very pretty. I enjoy seeing you three times a week here even though you always put me through pain. I really look forward to it. And yes, I would love to go out with you and see what you're all about." Zerrick scooted even closer. "So, what do you say?"

"You're not saying this because you saw my tits, are you?"

Exasperated, Zerrick stood up, pushing the chair away. Hands on his hips, he said, "Look, I liked you from the start, even though you tried to kill me that first day."

Theresa smiled.

"What else can I say?" he continued. "Yes, getting a look at your boobs was a special treat, but I liked you for the past month." He sat back down and looked at her. "If I wasn't attracted to you, I wouldn't ask you out."

"I don't know, Zerrick," Theresa said, shaking her head. "I like you, too, but I don't think dating each other is a good idea right now." 

It killed her to say that. She really did want to date him. She knew that now.

"Why?" he asked, a bit puzzled.

"I just don't think it's a good idea for us to date when you're under my care. I don't want us to lose our focus on why you're here and what I need to do to get you healed."

"I don't think it would be a problem," Zerrick said. "I'm very focused on what I need to do. And I think you would be very focused on my well being, too."

"I'm not supposed to get involved with my clients." Theresa rested her chin on her hands and sighed loudly. Her brown eyes were a bit downcast and sad.

"Who would know? Why couldn't you treat me like you normally do? I think we could do it."

"I just don't know if I can be as tough on you if we were dating."

"I bet you could if I pissed you off the night before!" Zerrick grinned. "You'd probably be spitting bullets waiting to get your hands on me!"

Theresa howled with laughter, a laugh that brightened her face immediately. "You are so right," she replied, her shoulders shaking. She wiped her eyes with her hand and shook her head back and forth. Theresa knew she would date him now and damn anything that got in their way.

"Okay, okay," she relented. "I'll go out with you on one condition."

"What's that?"

"If we find that dating each other interferes with your therapy, we either quit dating or you find another therapist. Deal?"

"It's a deal," Zerrick said, grinning, "on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to keep wearing loose fitting shirts."

"What?"

"And you have to bend over once in a while to help keep me motivated."

"That's two conditions," she shot back. "I can't believe this," Theresa said, shaking her head. "What do you see in them? There's nothing there!" She looked down her blouse as if to check.

"I like small ones," he said simply. "The smaller, the better." He smiled devilishly. "And yours are perfect."

Theresa looked at him in astonishment. "And here, I thought I needed a boob job to get noticed."

"Geez, Theresa," he exclaimed, "don't ever think about getting a boob job. They look terrible and they certainly wouldn't look right on you."

"How do you know? Maybe they'd look okay on me."

"I doubt it," he replied. "From what I saw, I'll bet yours look great on you just as they are."

Theresa thought for a moment about what he said. She still found it hard to believe that a man would think she had good looking breasts. It just wasn't normal. Didn't they all like big ones? She never wanted big breasts, just ones that were natural looking and would give a man something to put his hands on and play with.

"Come here for a minute," she said, coming out of her thoughts. She stood up and led him through the door to the swimming pool. When the door closed, she turned and faced him.

"You've already seen them once. I want you to give me your honest opinion now." 

Theresa tugged her shirt out of her pants and in one sweeping motion, pulled it over her head. She didn't know why she did it at that moment, but she trusted him without reservation and didn't feel ill at ease at all about being half naked in front of him. Heck, he had already seen them, so what was the difference? She shook her hair out of her face and looked at him.

Zerrick's jaw dropped just as it did before. They were very small and nicely shaped, but like he thought, they fit her small frame perfectly.  They were a little bigger than she let on, but probably no larger than a 32A, if that. Hell, he didn't know bra size. He only paid attention to what was inside the bra. Her nipples stuck out proudly and Zerrick wondered how he hadn't noticed them before, even in her loose fitting shirts.  She had broad, muscular shoulders and Zerrick guessed she cut a killer figure in a bikini. The effect her breasts were having on him was almost instantaneous as an uncomfortable bulge appeared below his waist.

"Well?" she asked impatiently, her hand on her hip holding her shirt. She mistook his silence for disapproval.

"They're beautiful, perfect, lovely. I can't think of enough adjectives." He moved closer and looked her in the eye. He wanted so much to reach out and touch them, but he didn't. "Don't ever be ashamed of them."

"Really?" she asked, trying to believe what he said.

"Please, don't ever think about ruining yourself with a boob job. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot. They're beautiful."

"You're really sweet," she said, looking into his dark eyes.

"It's the truth."

Theresa glanced at the clock on the wall and saw the lateness of the hour. She'd probably catch hell for her late timecard and she would have to think of some kind of excuse. They hadn't even had a date yet and she was already in trouble.

"We got to go," she said as she put her shirt back on.

"I wish you didn't have to cover them up."

"Well, I may go braless, but I do have to wear a shirt when I leave."

After her shirt was on, she turned off the lights to the swimming pool and they returned to her desk where she pulled on a pair of sweat pants over her shorts. Zerrick helped her into her jacket and he pulled his on, too.

As they left the center, Theresa set the alarm and locked the door after turning off the lights. They stood by the door for a moment not saying anything.

"You surprised me," Zerrick said, breaking the silence.

"How?"

"I wasn't expecting you to take off your shirt back there."

"I guess not," she replied softly, laughing. "I don't normally do that for my clients."

"Everyone would want you for their trainer, then," Zerrick said. He looked down at his shoes. 

"Why did you do that?" he asked softly without looking up.

"Because I trust you and I didn't think you'd lie to me," she answered just as softly, almost in a whisper.

"Oh."

"Maybe I shouldn't have done it."

"It's okay. I just didn't expect it, that's all."

"I'm sure you didn't."

They were quiet for a moment as they inched towards the door.

"When would you like to go out?" he asked, breaking their thoughts.

Theresa thought for a second. "How about tonight?  We might as well start getting to know each other better."

"I won't argue with that. Where would you like to go?"

"I don't care. You pick the place." Theresa shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me."

They began to walk towards the front door. Zerrick stopped at the door and looked at Theresa. 

"When can I pick you up?"

"I can be ready in an hour. Here's my address." She wrote something on a business card and handed it to him.

"You're kidding me," Zerrick laughed, looking at the card. "You live on Carrington?" Theresa nodded. "I live on Parkland." The two streets were within a few miles of each other.

"Oh my God," Theresa exclaimed. "I can't believe we live that close." She shook her head. She never paid any attention to his address when she looked at his file. "I guess I'll see you in an hour then."

"Okay," Zerrick replied as they stepped out into the cold March evening. Who would believe it, Zerrick thought. Who in the world would believe it?

Chapter 3

Zerrick arrived at Theresa's house a few minutes after seven-thirty. It was a small brick ranch with maples and pines surrounding it. Theresa's VW Jetta was parked in the garage, so Steve pulled into her driveway.

Theresa opened the brown door before he had a chance to knock or ring the bell.

"Come on in," she said a she stepped aside. "I'm almost ready."

Zerrick nodded and looked at Theresa as he passed. She was wearing black slacks and a gold colored turtleneck.

"You look really nice," he remarked, noting he had never seen her in anything but khaki shorts and green polos.

"Thanks," she replied. "You don't look half bad yourself."

He was wearing blue dress slacks and a white dress shirt, no tie.

"Make yourself at home," she continued. "I'll be ready in just a minute or two." Zerrick didn't think she needed to do anything else to make her look presentable. She looked fine. 

"Okay," he said as he walked to the nearest chair and sat down. Theresa disappeared down a hallway.

True to her word, she reappeared a minute or two later and announced she was ready.

"By the way, where are we going?" she asked as Zerrick helped her into her jacket.

"It all depends on what you like," he replied. "We could go Italian, Mexican, Chinese, or we could go trendy or family. What do you like?"

"I like anything except seafood," Theresa explained. "Chinese is my favorite, though."

"I know just the place, then," Zerrick smiled as they walked to the door.

They talked little during the short drive to the restaurant. Theresa asked him about his job since she knew very little about the insurance business. He explained to her in basic terms what his job entailed. He didn't go into great detail, but it gave her an idea what an insurance adjustor did.

They arrived at the restaurant within fifteen minutes and Zerrick helped Theresa out of the car. As they walked to the door, Steve asked, "So, are you wearing a bra?"

Theresa stopped and looked at him. "Zerrick," she said indignantly, "I wear a bra on dates and other special occasions. I just don't wear one to work or around the house. Okay? It's padded, too, if you want to check."

"Maybe later," he grinned. 

Theresa's eyes narrowed.

"I was only kidding," he added quickly.

Theresa managed a small smile. "I guess I'm a little sensitive about it."

"A little?" Zerrick questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"Okay," Theresa relented, now smiling. "Maybe more than just a little."

"Come on," he said, gently pulling her arm towards the door. Theresa let him lead her inside the restaurant.

Because of the lateness of the hour, the restaurant wasn't very crowded. Zerrick asked for a remote table and they were led to a darkened corner that was out of the view of most of the patrons.

"This is really nice," Theresa remarked once they were seated. "I don't believe I've been here before."

"The food's excellent. Be careful of the spicy dishes, though. You'll be gulping down water all evening," he warned.

"I'll keep that in mind."

They browsed the menu for a few minutes before a beautiful, petite girl with glossy black hair and almond shaped eyes came to their table and asked for their drink order. 

"Would you like some wine?" Zerrick asked Theresa.

"Sure," she nodded.

"Two glasses of white Zinfandel, please," he said to the waitress. She nodded and left them.

"Good choice," Theresa said.

"I know," he winked.

They talked casually until the waitress arrived with their wine and then took their orders: Beef with green peppers for her and curry chicken for him. 

Once she left, they reached for their wine glasses at the same time and Theresa laughed.

"A toast?" she asked

"I'm not really into toasts," he replied. "I'm not too good at giving them."

"Well, I've give one, then." Theresa eyed her date. "To us. That's simple enough, isn't it?" 

She touched her glass to his.

"I like that," Zerrick said before he took a sip.

Theresa was pleased with his approval. In just the short time they were alone together, she found herself liking him more and more. She liked his looks, the way he spoke, and the way he looked at her through the flickering candles that separated them. He was very attentive every time she spoke and hung on each word she said. His eyes rarely left her face and his smile was genuine. Theresa found herself smiling a lot, too. For a first date, she felt it was going fairly smoothly without the awkward silences and nervousness that sometimes dominated one. 

Their food arrived a short time later and their conversation became minimal, only asking about each others food.  Zerrick eyed her from time to time and wondered what she was thinking. It mattered to him whether or not she was enjoying herself. He was having fun and he was delighted to have Theresa across the table from him. It had been a while since he had been on a date, mostly by his choice, and sitting across from him was a very attractive woman whose company he enjoyed very much. 

"So, what are you staring at?" she asked softly.

His thoughts broken, Zerrick turned his head slightly from embarrassment. "Was it that obvious?" he asked, grinning. He looked back at her.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Well, I was staring at you. You look very pretty tonight. I guess I'm not used to seeing you out of your work clothes."

"So, you don't think I'm pretty when you see me at work," she pouted.

Zerrick rolled his eyes and thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if she was serious or if she was chiding him. He looked back to her, but she was waiting patiently for his answer.

"I said nothing of the kind. I think you're trying to put words in my mouth. Here, I thought I was paying you a nice compliment."

"Yes, you did, and I thank you for it. It was very kind," she retorted. "But, you still didn't answer my question."   

"And the question was...?"

"Do you or do you not think I'm pretty at work?"

"I think you are very pretty at work. I wouldn't have asked you out otherwise."

"Oh."

"Of course," he continued, "you're even prettier without your shirt on." Zerrick grinned at her.

Theresa let out an audible sigh. "Men," she muttered.

"What was that? I didn't quite make it out." Zerrick was amused by the conversation.

"Never mind," she replied.

"So, what about me?" Zerrick inquired.

"What about you?"

"Do you find me attractive?"

"Of course I do," she said. "I liked you from the start."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Theresa's fork went back to her plate and picked at the food still there.

"Well," she continued, "except for your whining all the time, that is."

"What?" Zerrick exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down. "You were trying to kill me. I do not whine."

Theresa laughed. "You do too. Every time I make you do some real work, you whine, bitch, and moan about how tough I am on you. You cry at the slightest bit of pain." Theresa sat back and was giggling now.

"Shoot, you're not happy unless I am in pain," he shot back. "I bet you sit at home and try to think of ways to hurt me."

"I do not," Theresa said, pointing her fork at him. He was trying to suppress a smile, but was having difficulty. "I just put you through the same routine as the eighty year olds, so I know you won't be able to handle it."

"That wasn't very nice." Zerrick was smiling.

"Who said I was nice?"

"I'm sure no one ever has."

"Oh, touche."                     "Thank you," Zerrick nodded to her.

A silence came over them. Theresa thought about her current date and the way things were going between them. She was totally at ease with Zerrick and felt as if they had been friends for a very long time instead of just a few weeks. She had smiled a lot that evening and was glad for it. Zerrick's easygoing disposition suited her well in this period of her life. She had enough of moody dates. She had enough of bad boy dates. She had enough of dates who had all the charm of a used wash rag. And she had enough of dates whose insincerity dripped with every word that escaped their mouths.

As a young girl she never thought she would still be unmarried at twenty-six. Theresa always thought that Prince Charming would knock upon her door and sweep her away to his magnificent castle upon a blazing white stallion. Well, her first Prince Charming arrived in a rusty '77 Chevy with springs that poked her butt through the threadbare upholstery and her illusions were soon shattered. College wasn't much better.

She thought things would turn in her favor once she settled into a job. Sure, she dated, but she never found the right one. Well, that ended when Zerrick Collier crutched into the rehab center that one day. She still wasn't sure why he was different, why she was falling for him when she hadn't fallen for anyone before. It wasn't yet time for her to examine her reasons. She knew there was no rational answers for the questions she had. It was time to enjoy the moment and just let it be.

"So, what are you staring at?" Zerrick asked.

Theresa blinked and looked his way. "I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know I was staring at you."

"Well, not at me, but I was just wondering what was so interesting behind my head."

"I was just thinking about some things."

"Like..."

"Oh, never mind," Theresa said. "It wasn't important." She looked down to her almost empty plate.

They both declined dessert and as the time neared ten o'clock, they decided to leave. Zerrick helped her into her jacket and they made their way to his car once the bill was paid.

"Do you want to go to a movie or something?" he asked once they were settled in the car.

Theresa thought for a moment. "No thanks," she replied. "Why don't we just go back to my place for some coffee. I have a lot of DVD's if you want to watch a movie."

Zerrick shrugged indifference. He wasn't much of a movie buff, but the chance to sit with her, to be near her and talk was something he didn't want to pass up.

"That's fine," he said. "Coffee sounds great."

Minutes later, they were sitting on her couch sipping on the freshly brewed cinnamon flavored coffee.

"This is good," he remarked. "I've never had flavored coffee before."

"I really like it. It helps me relax."

"Am I that bad of a date?" he asked, laughing.

"No, silly," she said, tapping his hand. "I never would have asked you inside if you were a bad date. You are a very good date." She smiled. "Thank you for the dinner. It was lovely."

"You're welcome," Zerrick replied. "Maybe you'd like to do it again sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"When?"

"Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"It's not soon enough."

"How sweet!"

"Of course it was."

"A little bit conceited, are we?"

"Well, you said it was sweet. I was just agreeing with you."

Theresa shook her head and settled into the cushions. After taking a sip, she said, "On second thought, why don't you come over and I'll fix supper for both of us? I haven't cooked for anyone in a long time."

"Sounds great," he replied. "I find it hard to believe you don't date much."

"Oh, I date here and there, but not too much lately. I guess I've just been too busy, that's all."




Physical Therapy For The Soul



It was partly that, but mostly she had become more and more interested in Zerrick and had no desire to go out with anyone at that time. She looked forward to their sessions and enjoyed the bantering that went back and forth between them. Sometimes, she would even flirt with him just a little to see what he would say or do.

She was getting to know him better and could tell by his movements or demeanor how he was feeling that day. She could pretty much tell when he needed encouragement or a kick in the butt. However, she also knew when to back off and give him an easier day when he was having trouble with the knee. 

Theresa was becoming in tune with Zerrick and it sometimes scared her to think she was getting close to one of her patients. It hadn't happened before and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Of course, their session that day just topped it off. Sometimes, she was just too spontaneous for her own good. Not that she regretted what she did, not at all, but sometimes she wondered why she did the things she did. Getting to know Zerrick better was now at the top of her list of things to do and she was enjoying its beginning.

"Well," he continued, breaking Theresa of her thoughts, "I'm glad you're not too busy to date me now."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll make time if I have to." And she would, too, she promised herself.

As it neared midnight, Zerrick's mind was as alert as ever, but his body was exhausted. Every fiber of his being wanted to be with Theresa and talk to her through the wee hours of the morning, but he knew it was time to leave. He smiled wanly at her as he eased away from the cushion.

"I should be going," he said, smiling as he stood up. "It's been a long day and I still need to do my exercises."

"I think you can skip them this one time."

Zerrick shook his finger at her. "One date and you're already going soft on me. What am I going to do with you?"

Bemused, Theresa shook her head as she looked up at him. "Alright, alright. I guess I'm tired too, and not thinking very clearly. Be sure to do all of your exercises when you get home. Understand?"

"That's much better."

He held out his hand to her and she took it. Zerrick helped her off the couch, but didn't let go of her hand, something that didn't go unnoticed by Theresa. After she walked him to the door, Zerrick hesitated for a moment.

"I had a really good time tonight," he said quietly.

"I did too," she replied.

"I'm glad we didn't go out after dinner. I really enjoyed talking to you all night. That coffee was excellent, too. Thanks."

"How sweet of you to say that! Not many guys like to just sit around and talk. They always want to be doing something or going somewhere."

"Well, you're pretty easy to talk to," Zerrick said, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, we've known each other for awhile, so that makes it easier."

"That's true."

Zerrick squeezed her hand lightly. "Well, I better go. I guess I'll see you later. What time should I stop by?"

Theresa thought for a few seconds. She really wanted him there as soon as possible because she enjoyed his company so much. Yet, she knew she would need time for food preparation and getting herself ready.

"Why don't you stop by around four-thirty or five? I'll have supper around six. Is that okay for you?"

"That's fine," he replied. "Can I bring anything?"

"No, I have everything."

"Wine?"

"No."

"Beer?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

"But, you're not sure."

Theresa giggled lightly. "You're silly. Don't bring anything except yourself. Okay?"

"Okay," Zerrick smiled. He liked her laugh. It was light and girlish. He glanced at the clock to his left and it was after midnight. "I guess I'll see you tonight, then." He reached for the doorknob.

Theresa moved forward and pushed his hand away from the door. "You're not leaving that easily," she said.

Zerrick didn't know what to expect. He didn't know if she wanted him to kiss her or what. He waited, trying to imagine what she wanted.

Theresa slipped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. She hugged him lightly as a friend would do.

"Thank you for everything," she murmured.

Zerrick hugged her back, pleasantly surprised and at ease with her in his arms.

"Everything?" he asked.

She looked up at him. "Yes, everything. You let me know about my shirt without making a big fuss about it. Then, you were wonderfully honest with me at the pool. You were being honest, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was."

"Well, then, you already know how to make me feel special." She hugged him again, this time a bit tighter than before. She then let him go, smoothing his shirt with her hands as she did. "You have a way with words," she said softly. Looking at him expectantly, she hoped for him to make a move, but he remained still. A bit disappointed, she had to remind herself it was their first date. Maybe next time, she thought.

Theresa opened the door for him and felt the chilly March air rush in. Theresa shivered a little as the cold went through her.

Zerrick smiled as the memory of her actions and words were still fresh. To him, it was the perfect ending to their date. There was no muss, no fuss, no awkwardness. That was fine with him. Towards the end of the evening, he fretted over how their date might end. He would have liked to kiss her, but he wasn't sure how she would feel about that. He certainly didn't want to turn her off or move too quickly and ruin things. Now, he knew exactly where he stood and that was okay. The fact that she invited him over for supper the next evening was a good sign in his favor. He wasn't expecting that. He thought maybe another week would go by before they dated again.

"I better get going," he said softly. "It's late."

Theresa nodded. "Be careful."

"I will."

He left her at the door and walked down the steps carefully to the driveway. Zerrick waved to her and she waved back before he disappeared into his car.

With a smile etched upon her face, Theresa watched until the red tail lights of his car could no longer be seen. She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against its sturdy surface. Thinking back, she couldn't remember a better first date. Already, she felt comfortable and at ease with him and she couldn't wait to see him again.

Laughing aloud, she chided herself over such school girl thoughts, yet she couldn't remember being this excited about dating someone in a long time. What was silly about that?

Pushing herself away from the door, she set about cleaning up the cups and saucers before heading to bed.

Chapter 3

Theresa woke late in the morning, yawning and stretching before looking at her alarm clock at her bedside. It read ten-fifteen, a good hour or more later than she wanted. Disgusted with herself for not setting the alarm before she went to bed, she strode quickly to the bathroom to pee and take a shower.

She had slept fitfully, dreamless and deep, something that eluded her most of the time. It was still early though, early enough to get cleaned up, go to the grocery for some odds and ends, and begin preparing her meal for Zerrick. The thought of him brought a smile to her face. She was really looking forward to seeing him and spending time with him.

Theresa had been in several serious relationships in her life, although none of them ever approached the possibility of marriage, at least not in her mind. She had been proposed to once by a nice enough man whom she liked, but she had never given him any serious thought. To say she was surprised was a complete understatement. Once she got over her shock, she gently rejected his offer and tried not to hurt his feelings. Unfortunately, he took it the wrong way and they broke up soon thereafter, much to Theresa's disappointment. Although she tried over and over again to explain her feelings to him, he was too hurt and upset to continue the friendship.

Her dates as of late never went anywhere and didn't last for more than a few times, and she didn't really expect them to. Call it intuition, but she could usually tell from the start if a date was going to work out or if she could see it go any farther.

Dating Zerrick was different and she knew it. Seeing each other three times a week for the last month helped quite a bit and deep down, she sensed good things happening between them.

She showered and would have finished sooner if she hadn't played with herself with her soapy fingers for ten minutes. Her hormones were in high gear that morning, as they usually were during her fertile zone of her cycle. Thoughts of Zerrick wafted through her mind as her orgasmic spasms swept through her, her one hand holding onto the towel rack for support and the other massaging her swollen clitoris and labia. It had been a long time since her last sexual interlude and she missed it. It wasn't just the physical part of sex she missed, but also the closeness and the emotional bond she shared. She didn't have to be in love to share her bed with someone, but there had to be something about that person she loved.

Theresa knew what she was going to prepare for the supper and needed but just a few items to make it complete. She honestly didn't know what Zerrick's likes and dislikes were when it came to food, but she figured most men liked steak and potatoes, so that would be the focus of the meal. All she needed to do was buy the steaks and some things in which to make a salad.  Luckily, the store she frequented the most was only a ten minute drive. Never one to browse and meander, Theresa made her purchases quickly and was home within forty-five minutes.

Meanwhile, Zerrick jumped when his phone rang at eight-thirty that same morning. Thinking it might be Theresa calling, he picked up on the third ring. Much to his surprise, it was his boss who needed him to fill in for the day at the office. Zerrick silently cursed his fate, knowing he would have a full day ahead of him. Although he knew it couldn't be helped, it still upset him. He was looking forward to a nice, quiet day, but at least he wouldn't have to go out into the field. Besides, he didn't really mind too much considering others had to fill in for him while he was on leave.  Because he was still considered on light duty and had difficulty walking, any customers needing his help would have to come to the office or try to get most of the paperwork finished over the phone. If this couldn't be accomplished, they would have to wait until Monday when someone else could meet them. The bad thing was, he would have to stay until five o'clock and he would be a little late for his date with Theresa. He hoped she wouldn't mind.

His day went slowly as only a handful of customers came in or needed assistance over the phone. When it came close to three o'clock, he decided to call her and let her know what was happening. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey Theresa," he said as she picked up.

"Hey yourself."

"I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be a little late. I got called into work and I can't leave until five. Is that okay?"

There was a pause on the other end.

"Who is this?" Theresa asked mischievously.

"The person you love to torture."

"There's so many. Narrow it down for me please."

"The person who stayed at your place until the wee hours of the morning."

"No, he left a few minutes ago. Who is this really?" She grinned on her end.

Zerrick laughed into the receiver. "Okay, I'm the one you flashed your tits at yesterday at the pool. Does that refresh your memory....or should I say mammary?"

"Yes," Theresa laughed, "that refreshes my memory quite well. When do think you'll get here?"

"I should be there by six if no one shows up at the last minute. I'll call you again if I'm running late, but I don't think anyone will show up. It's been pretty slow so far and I don't see anything that will change it."

"That's fine," she replied, "just let me know if things change. Oh, while I have you here, how do like your potatoes, baked or mashed?"

"Mashed."

"How do like your steak? Raw? Medium? Ashes?"

"Medium is fine, as long as it's not bleeding, moving or mooing at me when I try to cut it."

Theresa laughed. "I think I can handle that."       

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

"Nope. Nothing I can think of. You're the one who called anyway."

"True. Well, I better go in case someone is trying to call and can't get through."

"Okay," she replied. "I guess I'll see you at six, then."

"I'll be there."

"See you."

"Bye."

Zerrick hung up and continued his workday. It remained slow and he found himself staring at the clock and counting the minutes until it was finally five o'clock and he could close down the office. He did it quickly and by the time he set the alarm and locked the front door, it was only a few minutes after five.

As five-thirty neared, Theresa hummed to herself as she started boiling the potatoes and fixing the salad. She wouldn't put on the steaks for another fifteen minutes. Since she hadn't heard from Zerrick, she figured he got out of the office on time and would be there within the half hour. It was a happy time for her, cooking for someone else for a change instead of just for herself. She didn't entertain much with her parents living in Florida, retired, her one sister in Maine and the other in New Mexico. Her elder brother lived fairly close to her in Kentucky, while the youngest brother and her still lived in the same city in which they were born, Cincinnati. 

Theresa never considered moving away, even after graduating from Wright State University with a degree in physical therapy. She found a job at St. Anne's soon thereafter and settled in West Chester, a northern suburb. She enjoyed familiarity, didn't like surprises, and was quite content where she was. Sure, she had her brothers over once in a while, but that was getting rarer since they had families of their own and were busy in their own right.

At quarter of six, she put the steaks in the gas grill in her garage an turned the heat on low to allow for thorough cooking. Supper would be a little later than she intended, but she didn't think Zerrick would mind. If he did, tough, she laughed to herself.

She waited impatiently as the clock crept closer to six. The salad was finished and in the refrigerator and the potatoes were ready to be whipped. She had already turned the steaks once and they were beginning to brown. It was a few minutes before six when she heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Theresa peeked through the kitchen curtains and saw Zerrick making his way from his car to the steps.

When he reached the porch, Theresa opened the door. Hands on hips, she said indignantly, "It's about time you showed up. I thought you'd never get here."

"Well, hi there. It's so nice to see you, too," Zerrick retorted.

Theresa stepped aside and let him in. Once inside, she shut the door behind them and reached for his coat as he shrugged it off his shoulders.

"Rough day?" she asked.

"No, just boring as I thought it would be."

Theresa took his coat and hung it in the hall closet near the door. "Supper will be ready in fifteen minutes or so," she said over her shoulder before closing the door. "Do you want something to drink? A coke or a beer?"

"No, I'm fine. I'll wait until supper." 

He lifted his nose slightly and could smell Theresa's light perfume tickling his nose. Zerrick looked her way and smiled . 

"You look really pretty tonight," he commented. Her wavy hair was pulled back and she was wearing a pink blouse with cream colored slacks.

"Thanks," she replied, blushing a bit. "How sweet of you to notice."

"What perfume are you wearing? It smells really good."

"I hope it's not too strong."

"No, it's just right. What is it?"

"It's Raffinee." She moved closer to him and turned her head slightly. Zerrick bent forward and put his nose near her neck and inhaled. Theresa could feel his soft, warm breath against her skin and it was exhilarating to her. He moved away and straightened up, much to her chagrin.

"That's really nice." I could bury my nose in there forever, he thought to himself.

"Thanks. Come in and have a seat while I finish up supper," she said, indicating the same couch in which they sat the previous evening.

"I've been sitting all day," he replied. "Maybe I could help you in the kitchen."

"There's really nothing much to do, but you can come in anyway. We won't have to yell to each other to be heard."

They made their way into the kitchen area where Theresa turned off the boiling pan of potatoes. While she whipped them into fluffy clouds, she had Zerrick check on the steaks. They were almost ready, so he closed the lid and came back in.

"They'll be done soon," he announced.

"Good," she replied, "everything else is ready to go."

While he waited for the steaks to finish, Theresa set the table. She brought out the salad and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator before returning with the potatoes. A few minutes later, Zerrick came in with the steaming steaks and placed them on the table as well.

"I hope you like blackberry wine," Theresa said as she poured the dark liquid into the glasses. "This one is very rich and fruity."

"I don't think I've ever had blackberry wine before. I'll take your word for it," he replied.

They sat down at the small, round table. Zerrick hesitated for a moment, waiting for Theresa to make the first move.

"Try your wine," she said. "I want to see if you like it."

Zerrick lifted the glass to his lips and took a small sip. Like she said, it was very rich and fruity, almost as if it were right off the vine.

"It's very good," he remarked. "I'll have to buy some for myself sometime."

"I'm glad you like it," she said, very pleased she made a good choice. "Well, don't be shy," she said, pointing to the food, "dig in."

With that said, they began their meal.

Zerrick stole occasional glances at his host throughout the meal. Carefree and away from the office, Theresa looked younger than when she was all business and serious with her patients. Her wavy hair framed her face nicely and her eyes were a very soft brown, lighter than what he remembered. She wore little makeup and he noticed she had on the same perfume as the night before. It was sweet and light and he could get just a little whiff of it whenever he passed her.

He remembered some of his previous dates who appeared to bathe in their perfume before meeting him. Whenever he was close to them, he found it difficult to breathe. Subtle hints to tone down the amount applied never seemed to go anywhere.

Other dates were more pleasant, but he hated comparing. All the girls he dated had their good qualities and bad. He could never truthfully say he didn't like any of them and in fact kept in touch with a number of them. Only one parted on bad terms and that was a misunderstanding that still puzzled Zerrick to this day.

So far, though, he had seen no bad qualities in Theresa. He liked everything about her and wanted to know more. She reminded him just a little bit of his sister, Robin, who lived in Portsmouth, but it was just a vague resemblance, nothing more.

He noticed little things about her, for one that she was left-handed, something he overlooked previously. He saw a small cross pendant that dropped into the crease above her breasts. Her blouse was modest, but it did show a hint of cleavage. The cross was delicate and sparkling in the light. Zerrick tried not to stare, but he found it to be very pretty. She wore no rings and only had tiny diamond earrings in her lobes. He saw how she would occasionally blow air to get a strand of hair out of her face, looking upwards as she did. Zerrick found that quite amusing. Yes, he was enjoying his time with her very much and didn't want it to end.




Physical Therapy: Home Therapy



Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.

Joy was happy her knee healed. She was sad that the physical therapy sessions had to stop. No matter how she tried she couldn't keep her mind off of fucking Mike. It was a Friday evening. She had already called her husband James to tell him she would be coming home late. The plan was to join some of the women from work at a local watering hole and have some end of the week fun. 

Five women entered the bar and took places around one of the tables. They drank and told stories. Laughter was the main form of communication between them. Most of their energy had been put into their work all week and it was time to let go and unwind. They didn't stay long but had an hour and a half of fun before they each had something else to do. One by one they exited the gathering. Soon only one woman sat at the table with Joy. They chatted quietly and the laughter faded.

The waitress brought two drinks to their table and explained that they were purchased by the couple at the bar. They looked and the other woman waved but didn't recognize either the man or woman who sent the drinks. Joy immediately recognized Cathy the receptionist from the physical therapy clinic and Jack one of the therapists there. She waved and the two of them joined her at the table.

"Hi Cathy, Hi Jack." Joy said and stood to give Cathy a little kiss on the cheek.

"We miss seeing you at the clinic." Jack said.

"This is Cathy and Jack. They work at my physical therapy clinic." Joy explained. 

The other woman was polite and drank some of her drink but made an excuse to leave. Jack soon had to get moving along and Joy thanked him for the drink. He gave Cathy a little kiss and left. The two women sat alone not saying much. They had chatted about so much together when Joy was a regular visitor. When the conversation dried up Joy was ready to break into new territory with Cathy.

"I'm horny. Do you think Mike would mind if we dropped by just to fuck him?" Joy said.

She surprised herself with her question. She was usually more proper with her speech. It wasn't like her to ask such a question right out but Cathy had once licked her pussy and Joy had seen Mike giving her his cock in her ass as she sucked off Tony. Joy felt comfortable talking straight to Cathy. It seemed appropriate at the time.

"Mike is busy tonight. I don't think he is at home." Cathy said. "We could go to my place and enjoy each other if you are into that."

Cathy smiled hoping that Joy would be interesting in female companionship. She certainly liked Joy and wanted to take her to bed.

"That's a thought but sex for me includes a man. I hope you understand." Joy said.

"Sure. I was just hoping..." Cathy said and let her voice trail off not afraid that she had been rejected but that she could join Joy with whatever man she decided to bed that night.

They sat silently for a long minute and both spoke at the same time.

"Go ahead." Cathy said.

"I was just going to say that the only other man I can think of who would take me to bed tonight is my husband James." Joy said.

She had wonderful sex with her husband and lately with her stories and adventures he was a real tiger in bed. She was thankful for that but at the moment she was ready to try out a different man. Now that she had broken her marriage vows and been encouraged by her husband she was ready for more adventures and wanted something different. If she couldn't have Mike she wanted the next best thing.

"Why don't the two of us go to your house and fuck his brains out." Cathy said.

It had never occurred to Joy to invite anyone else to join her husband and her in their bed. She could never imagine sharing him. He always encouraged her to go out and have sex then bring her hot pussy home to him. 

Joy called home on her cell phone and asked James if he wanted to watch her from the closet. She was surprised to hear that he was interested and enthusiastic. She told him to take the kids over to her sister's house and let them play with their cousins.  

They agreed that she would be along in two hours with a surprise. He always said he wanted her to bring her hot pussy home to him. Tonight he was going to get two hot pussies.

"Okay, That gives us two hours to find a guy. Worst case scenario is that he will watch us make love to each other. He's got to be happy with that." Joy said.

"Good evening ladies." Jack said as he came back and took his place at their table once again. "I was hoping you were still here."

"I thought you had plans." Cathy said and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"I did, they fell through, I wanted to enjoy myself tonight and hoped the two of you would put up with me." Jack replied and waved at the waitress to get a drink.

"Welcome back. While you wait for your drink we are going to adjourn to the ladies room." Joy said and stood up. 

Cathy went with her and by the time they returned they had worked out their plan and Jack had his drink in front of him. Cathy scooted close to Jack and Joy remained across the table from him so they could look at each other but not touch. It was Cathy's job to make sure Jack had enough to drink and she kept mentioning how horny she was and that she suspected Joy was horny too. 

Cathy rubbed on Jack's leg and had her arm on him most of the time. When he had enough but not too much liquor Cathy made the suggestion that they go someplace where the three of them could be alone.

"Where would we go?" Jack said pulling his head back to look Cathy in the eye.

"My house." Joy said.

Jack looked at her and back at Cathy and stood up.

"Let's go." He said.

Joy took pleasure in taking his arm on one side as Cathy held his other arm. He escorted them out of the bar. It must have put points in his favor. All the other men watched them leave together. Joy suspected they all knew that Jack was going to be one lucky physical therapist tonight.

They drove in two cars leaving Jack's car at the bar. Cathy and Joy drove. Jack was just along for the ride. It didn't take long to park the cars and enter the empty house. Joy was hoping that James her husband was in place in their bedroom closet to watch what happened next. She proceeded on the assumption that he was and took her company first to get a drink at the family room bar then upstairs to fuck.

Jack was the first one to undress. Joy and Cathy sat on the bed to watch him. He had already had enough to drink that doing a dance and striptease for the women was fun for all of them. He used his strong body and well fitting clothes to entertain and hopefully excite his host and did a good job of it. Jack wasn't as tall as Mike but in just as good physical condition. When it came to the size of his cock Mike was much thicker but Jack's cock appeared to be just as long or longer. Thinner but nice.

The women laughed and giggled together. Cathy began to get more intimate with Joy. She touched Joy on the arm and leg. They shared a kiss or two while Jack entertained them. He paused to let them finish and continued when they were watching him again. Soon Jack had nothing on and his cock was already half hard.

Joy glanced over at the closet but didn't' make a move toward it. She hoped that James could see well and from the bed began to disrobe Cathy. The women took turns slowly removing the other's clothes. They made sure to honor each body part as the removed clothing revealed it. Kissing of shoulders and breasts, knees and pussies were the order of the day. When they were both naked they took a position on the bed with their faces in each other's crotches.

Jack moved over to the bed and crawled up on it. He moved on his knees and got around behind Cathy who was on top. Joy was lost in Cathy's sweet pussy. It was the first time she was able to taste her and she tasted good. Cathy had Joy ready for her first orgasm quickly.

Jack let his cock dangle in Joy's face as Cathy got her pussy eaten. When Joy's orgasm started she stopped licking Cathy and gobbled Jack's cock into her mouth pulling it with her both hands. Their position didn't last long but Joy was aroused now and wanted everything. Jack on the other hand wanted to fuck Cathy and pulled his cock out of Joy's mouth to slip into Cathy's young wet pussy.

Cathy squealed when Jack ran the head of his cock up and down her slit a few times and when he slipped it into her she groaned and dropped her head down. Her nose fell right into Joy's pussy. Cathy held still for a few moment's while Jack's long cock moved in and out of her slowly. Gradually she lubricated the moving shaft inside her and got back into licking Joy's sweet spot as Jack fucked her doggie style.

Joy didn't have much to do now that Cathy's pussy was taken over by Jack. She hadn't been in this position but from her point of view she had only one option. She gently took hold of Jack's scrotum and massaged his balls as he fucked Cathy. Joy used her mouth to suck in part of his sack. 

He was shaved beneath and all around except for a small patch of hair above his cock. Joy had taken a shaved scrotum into her mouth for the very first time. She liked it and hoped that James who should be watching from the closet wouldn't mind if she shaved his balls for sucking.

The threesome remained in this arrangement for several minutes. Joy had another orgasm from Cathy's tongue. It excited her and Jack got his balls kissed and sucked probably more than he expected. Joy was playing with her own breasts and became jealous that most of the attention was going to Cathy.

Cathy had several orgasms and paused when the peak of orgasm distracted her from Joy's sweet pussy. She always returned to her task but soon Joy wanted to have something inside her pussy and not just licking it. 

Joy was extra thankful when Jack shot his load deep into Cathy's womb. She watched it thrust into the pussy in her face and held his balls as they emptied into her friend. When Jack's softening cock slipped out of Cathy's pussy Joy took control of it and with her mouth cleaned him.

Jack crawled backward and off of the bed for several minutes standing nearby when the sperm that he placed inside Cathy started oozing out of her slit. Joy was ready for it. With gusto she lapped up the receding cum. Jack tasted very good. His sperm mixed with Cathy's sweet juices tasted very good and Joy became further aroused thinking what her husband James would do if he could taste such wonder nectar.

Joy spent a few moments thinking about the ethics of the situation. She wondered if it was breaking her marriage vows by drinking Jack's cum. After careful consideration she decided it was naughty but not a broken vow to do that. Once that decision was made she set her mind on debauching Jack. 

He would be the third man with whom she would break her marriage vows and the first to do it in front of her husband. She wouldn't need a story to tell James. This time he would see for himself. It was time for Joy to fuck Jack.

Cathy continued licking Joy as if she never planned to stop. Joy finished cleaning the cum from Cathy's pussy and was ready for a cock to fill her body.

"Okay girlfriend." Joy said patting Cathy on the soft flesh of her ass. "Time to change positions. 

Cathy reluctantly crawled off of Joy. The look on her face was one of enthusiasm and contentment. She had just had what she wanted. Cathy was fucked by a beautiful man as she made love to a beautiful woman. There was nothing in the list of sexual aspirations that exceeded that. Well, almost nothing.

Jack was still soft but Joy was ready for his cock. Joy moved off of the bed and kneeled in front of Jack to suck his cock back into action. She hadn't noticed but her bum knee worked very well. She was really healed and didn't even remember it. Her intention was on something else.

Jack responded slowly. Cathy could see the problem. She went to her purse and produced a fat rubber cock and leather strap on harness. She put the harness around her hips and fastened the dildo to the front of it. On the back side of the cock was another little cock about three inches long which Cathy slipped into her own pussy. The rest hung forward about seven inches. 

It was going to have to be enough to satisfy Joy until Jack was ready for her again. Cathy rubbed lube all over the part of the cock intended for Joy. Joy stopped licking at Jack's cock for a moment to watch Cathy.

"What are you going to do with that?" Joy asked.

"I'm going to fuck you two with it." Cathy said mater of factly.

Jack knew what to do. He got onto the bed on his back and moved as far up as he could. Cathy pointed to where Joy should be and helped her into place on her hands and knees with her mouth ready to suck Jack's cock. Cathy took her position behind Joy and knelt to slip the rubber cock into the ready pussy. 

Joy had used some toys for personal reasons but she had never had anyone use one on her. Not even her husband James had handled a toy with sexual intentions in their entire married life. As soon as the rubber cock filled Joy's pussy she made a vow that James was going to learn how to use every sex toy on her that she could stand.

"Gawd!" Joy said as the rubber cock aroused her much more than she expected. 

Cathy was pleased too as with every thrust into Joy's body the pressure in her pussy from the small end cock got her leaking wetness mixed with Jack's cum all over the device. Joy took many thrusts from Cathy fucking her doggie style before she put any attention on the flaccid cock in front of her. 

Jack just waited patiently and watched the women fuck at his feet. He used his fingers to brush the bangs of her short brown hair out of Joy's eyes so he could watch the lust in them as she took her pleasure deep inside.

Jack leaned forward and gently pinched on Joy's nipples as they dangled under her. Cathy was making them bounce and he didn't want them to stop but he had to touch them. They looked so inviting. Joy looked at him and smiled. He smiled back and Joy closed her eyes once again for a few moments then got hungry for a cock.

Jack jumped when Joy attacked his member. She took it into her mouth and hand and while she still bounced forward and back from Cathy's thrusts she made the cock hard by licking and sucking and licking some more. 

Jack closed his eyes to imagine the sweet pussy that was being pounded by the rubber cock was over his face and he imagined his tongue licking her juices. Gradually from the image in his mind and Joy's persistent touch Jack got hard enough to fuck.

Joy wasted no time when he was ready. She crawled forward ignoring that the rubber cock slipped out of her pussy. She moved on her knees up over Jack's cock and slowly lowered herself down upon it. She closed her eyes as the warm fleshy cock filled her wet pussy. She was sitting almost all the way up as the cock entered her. 

Jack enjoyed the view of this beautiful woman taking him in such a way. He used his hands on her breasts once again. This time her nipples were rock hard and he pinched harder. She moaned when he did that and he took it as encouragement. When Joy opened her eyes to look at him he smiled and watched her eyes. They sparkled. She was happy.

Cathy was disappointed that Jack stayed on the bottom. She was hoping that he would flip over and do Joy from the top to leave his ass for the rubber cock to her but alas, it didn't happen as she imagined. 

Instead she moved forward on her knees and positioned herself and the rubber cock behind Joy once again. She pushed on Joy's back forcing her to bend forward. Jack welcomed Joy's breasts as they got closer to him by taking them one at a time into his mouth for suckling. 

Joy closed her eyes and bounced on his cock careful not to move so much as to pull her tit from his mouth. She enjoyed being suckled and put her hand on the back of Jack's head to hold him.

Cathy dribbled some lube on Joy's tailbone and let it drip over the rosebud of her ass. She gently rubbed the head of the rubber cock up the bottom of Joy's pussy toward her ass and pressed against it until it gradually yielded. 

This restricted Joy's movement on Jack's cock while Cathy applied the pressure. Joy changed from bouncing up and down on Jack's shaft to rocking forward and back. She did this to her husband James often. 

This time she noticed that the movement helped to push the rubber cock into her ass as she went backward. Cathy held patiently as the cock gradually opened the rosebud to a gape and slipped further into Joy's body.

Soon Joy was fucking two cocks. One was flesh and inside her pussy. It was attached to a beautiful man who was suckling her breasts. The other was rubber and hard, never to fail and was in her ass chute making her orgasm from the tight pressure that both cocks put on her insides. Cathy thrust firmly and spoke as she did.

"Take this bitch!..." Cathy said. "Fuck!... Fuck!" 

Jack didn't say anything. His mouth was full of tit. Joy could only moan and occasionally yell out something that was usually one word as her orgasm or some other sensation moved her to words.

Cathy took the opportunity when Joy yelled out to slap her on the ass. Soon Joy's butt was bright red and stinging as the cocks inside her pleased her so much that she went into an entirely new level of arousal. Never before had sex been so arousing. 

Joy knew that these new adventures had an effect on her mind and not just her body. She made a decision right then and there that she could never again go back to having only one cock in her life. She regretted that James ever got her started on this dangerous path but now that he had she was going where she wanted and all he could do is watch.

"Fuck!" Joy yelled not only because she was aroused but as punctuation on the decision she had just made. "James! Get out here. I want your cock in my mouth!"

Jack was the only person in the room who was surprised that a naked man came out of the bedroom closed with his cock hard enough to pound nails. James moved over to the bed and used the headboard to steady himself as he stood over Jack and Joy. He positioned his hips close enough to his wife that his cock would reach.

Joy used the hand which she had on the back of Jack's head to grab her husband's cock. She jammed it into her mouth and James could never remember a time when his cock had been attacked so roughly by his wife. She voraciously took his cock and bobbed her head up and down his shaft. 

The triple penetration of her body was new and she never wanted it to stop. Joy was more highly aroused than ever before and intended to do this much more often in the future with or without her husband.

"Hi James, It's nice to meet you." Cathy said with a smile and pinched her tit as she fucked his wife in the ass with the dildo just for his enjoyment. "I get you later."

Cathy held onto Joy's hips and thrust the rubber cock hard and fast into the soft body which took pleasure from the abuse of three people. Joy let out a moan which must have started deep inside her and everyone touching her felt the vibration of it. 

The moan was long and low and lasted several moments. All of them interpreted it at a moan of pleasure. Cathy having been where Joy was at that moment knew the indescribable feeling of fulfillment and rubbed along Joy's back with her hands in a gesture of support and empathy.

"Go with it baby." Cathy said softly and thrust the dildo hard into Joy's ass.

Joy soon became a trembling mass of nerves. She had to breathe and let James' cock fall out of her mouth even though she held onto it tightly with her hand. She breathed several deep breaths and stopped moving on the cock in her pussy. 

Jack was almost ready to squirt his load into her but when she stopped he opened his eyes and groaned in frustration. 




Physical Therapy: Home Therapy



Cathy stopped to let Joy catch her breath. Joy continued to tremble and her free hand ran wildly across her breasts to pinch them then down to Jack who still filled her pussy with is cock then up to James' tummy above his cock and back behind her to Cathy who she could feel in her ass.

Cathy moved forward and pressed her tits against Joy's back reaching around to hug her and caress Joy's tits hard with both hands. Joy let out a moan of pleasure again.

"I'm close." Jack said from the bottom of the pile.

Cathy pulled the rubber cock out of Joy's ass. The gaping hole slowly closed as Cathy removed the strap on harness and tossed it onto the floor. Joy started moving up and down on Jack's cock and he was happy again to fill her with his seed as his release came.

"Thank you." Jack said aloud as his cock finished spurting juice into Joy.

At that moment everyone seemed to have a specific agenda and they all moved quickly to act on it. Joy rolled off of Jack's softening cock and fell on her back onto the bed. 

James her husband knelt down between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He wanted to have her orgasm continue and didn't mind removing Jack's cum from his wife's pussy while it was hot.

Cathy attacked Jack's wet cock to taste the mixture of juices from he and Joy but she moved her hips over Jack's head so he could have a taste of her pussy. Jack held onto Cathy's hips and rubbed along the cheeks of her ass as he ate her wet pussy. The short cock from the dildo had left a slight taste inside her but her new wetness was just as tasty as he remembered it from other times they had been together.

Joy yelled out once again when her husband's enthusiastic tongue moved her to another peak. Cathy finished licking Jack's soft cock and was highly aroused and ready to fuck. She knew of one person who hadn't yet come and wanted to try him out.

"You don't mind if I borrow your husband do you?" Cathy asked.

Joy considered the thought and of course her first emotional response was "Hell no!" but she didn't say that. She had second thoughts and quickly went through things in her mind. She decided that saying no would make her selfish. After all she was having the time of her life with out of wedlock sex. 

The next thought she had surprised her. She wondered if it would excite her to watch her husband fuck another woman. That thought intrigued her and she looked at Cathy. She didn't want to make the decision for her husband but was willing to let him do as she had done if he wanted to. She offered to let him break his marriage vows with a few simple words.

"Honey, do you want Cathy?" Joy asked.

Cathy held her breath and sat up straight. Jack kept licking her pussy and she was ready as soon as James gave the word. James looked up at his wife as he stopped licking her pussy and pulled one of her dark pubic hairs out of his mouth as he always had to do when he enjoyed the pleasure of her sweet flesh.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander." Joy quoted a well know phrase letting him know she approved within limits but approved nonetheless. 

"Yes I would like to fuck Cathy." James said.

Cathy squealed and her tits bounced as she jumped off of Jack's face. Jack felt lonely even after all the attention and crawled off of the bed to stand and watch. 

Cathy moved over to James and pushed him around on the bed to position him as she wanted. She soon had him on his back and lay her young naked body on top of him. Cathy started with one hand on his hard cock stroking him slowly and kissed him deeply. 

Their kiss lasted a long time and Joy got up from the bed standing on the opposite side from Jack as she watched her husband get into French kissing the young receptionist from her physical therapy clinic.

Joy experienced some very new feelings. The urge to break up the party was overcome by feelings of acceptance that two people with whom she had made love were making love with each other. This has to be a good thing she told herself. Not everyone needs to be restricted to only one lover for life. 

After the adventures she had lately she was convinced that it was natural for men and women to love each other. Obviously love for some was deeper than others and there would have to be the occasional act of sex without love just to reassure and nurture us as human beings. 

Gradually Joy convinced herself that others who she had feelings for would be first on her list of future lovers. She liked Cathy quite a bit and of course had been in love with James for years. 

Joy looked up at Jack. She had known Jack for a matter of weeks and as she thought about it this was only the sixth time she had ever seen him. Though the time was short she had both tasted and taken his sperm into her womb. She felt naughty.

She struggled with her feelings and decided that he was a beautiful human being but in the end she really didn't have deep feelings for him. She was puzzled at her examination of the situation and decided that not many answers would present themselves to her this night.

Joy looked back at Cathy and James. Cathy was moving her leg over and had hold of James' cock. She positioned her wet pussy over the head of it and didn't look back to ask permission this time but instead slipped James' cock into her body. 

Joy took in a deep breath through her mouth as she watched the cock slide into the other woman. She moved her hand to her pussy and slipped one long finger along the wet slit then pressed it against her clit. She had just watch her husband break their wedding vows and realized there was no turning back.

Cathy took up a steady pace of bouncing on her husband's cock. Joy walked around the bed to change the view she had of the two of them fucking. She walked over next to Jack. 

He put his arm around her shoulders and held her close. She put one arm around his back and the other across his tummy clasping her hands on the other side of him. Joy looked on as the two lovers enjoyed each other and holding another man in her arms felt lonely.

"Get the strap on and take my ass." Cathy said as she turned her head to Joy and bounced on James' cock.

Joy looked at Jack who released her. She picked up the strap on harness and dirty dildo. She went to the bathroom to wash it before further use.

"Can we get some water?" Jack asked from the bathroom door.

"Yes. Downstairs in the family room bar refrigerator there are bottles. Why don't you bring a few of them?" Joy answered and finished cleaning the toy.

She dried the rubber cock and harness with her bathroom towels. She realized this was the first time she had done such a thing. Joy watched in the mirror as she fastened the harness to her hips. She looked hot and knew it. 

She fastened the little end inside her pussy and was surprised that only three inches of fat cock felt as good as it did. The rest hung lewdly from her hips and she watched it wiggle from side to side as she went back into her bedroom to fuck Cathy in the ass.

The lube went on the toy quickly and Joy noticed for the first time as she crawled up behind the other woman that her knee was fully healed. The extra lube went into Cathy's ass just fine. Joy put pressure with the head of the rubber cock against Cathy's ass and watched it move gradually into her body.

"Fuck yes!" Cathy said as the two cocks filled her. "This is the best!"

Joy looked over Cathy's shoulder at her husband. James was smiling back at her as the couple fucked the young woman. Jack entered the room with a few bottles of water. He had already drank from one of them and handed it to Cathy. 

They all paused and shared that bottle until it was empty then Jack handed out another which quickly drained. The third bottle got only passing attention and the trio went back to fucking as Jack looked on.

"She needs to be filled in her other hole." Joy said to Jack.

"I'm good right here." Cathy said and started her orgasm from the fucking.

Jack got up on the bed standing as James had done before. He instead of filling Cathy's mouth with his cock stood over her back and offered the growing shaft instead to Joy. The older woman took the robust cock into her mouth and let it slip down her throat as she held onto Cathy's hips with both hands. 

Fucking someone in the ass with a rubber cock takes some effort and Joy wasn't yet used to it enough to do it free hand. She needed to hang on to her lover to do a good job. The little end of the dong was doing its work as well. Joy was ready for more attention and when her mouth was full of cock she realized it was a welcome addition to her evening so far.

All thoughts of her husband fucking another woman left Joy's mind. She was concentrating on doing a good job for both Jack and Cathy. It felt like she was hosting a party and wanted her guests to have a good time. Joy laughed to herself just a little as she sucked on Jack's cock.

James was first of the four of them to ejaculate. Cathy had already had two orgasms in their present arrangement. Joy was next with another one of hers as James' cock softened and fell out of Cathy's sloppy pussy. 

He gradually pushed with his hands and slipped his legs and body out from under the young woman. Jack moved out of Joy's mouth and knelt in front of Cathy. She took his cock and Joy moved enthusiastically into her ass with the toy as Cathy had more orgasms.

James stood beside the bed with his cock soft and wet. Joy looked at him and his cock wishing she could clean him with her tongue and taste the sweet mixture of her husband and her young friend. She knew she would just have to wait.

Cathy came again and let Jack's cock fall from her mouth. He was ready to fuck and it would be quite a while before he could come again. His cock had already had a workout and he was going to go for a marathon fuck when next he had a pussy around it. Joy had other ideas.

Cathy yelled out with the pleasure of her latest orgasm and Joy removed the dildo from her young ass. She unwrapped herself from the harness and tossed it aside. Joy pushed on Cathy's hips forcing her onto her back and dove into the sloppy mixture of James and Cathy between her legs. Her tongue moved rapidly and she sucked the liquid nectar into he mouth playing with it for a few moments before she swallowed it to nourish her body.

"Behind me sport. Take my ass." Joy said to Jack who's cock was as ready as it ever was.

James helped Jack lube up his wife's ass and get the long thin cock into it. The two men took great pleasure in the ritual and made sure it was not a painful affair for Joy. 

Cathy was involved with yet another orgasm from Joy's tongue and Joy wanted dearly to watch James touch another man's cock as he prepared it to enter his wife's ass but couldn't find a way to view the scene. Next time she would have to have mirrors involved so she could watch. 

The cock slipped into her body after several tender attempts and Jack was soon fucking her at what everyone would consider normal fucking speed. His cock thrusting in and out of the chute that formerly was an out only orifice but had lately learned the pleasures that Joy had never expected and now relished. 

She was becoming even more amazed at what her body could do. Thanks to her friends at the physical therapy clinic and the lovely ladies who helped them she was anal orgasmic and a squirter. She wanted to show Cathy what she could do. 

When she was ready to come she had Cathy change positions and use her fingers on her g-spot. Soon she was squirting clear liquid along with her orgasm. James had heard about what she learned to do and Joy looked at him with a big smile when she proved to him that she could squirt.

"Wow!" I want to learn how to do that.

"It's easier than you think. James get over here and get on Cathy's g-spot." Joy commanded as Jack was much to busy fucking her in the ass to be taken off of his job.

James crawled up between Cathy's legs and she opened them wide for him. He had many times brought Joy to climax simply by using his fingers on her g-spot. She knew he could do the same for Cathy. 

He went to work on her and with some fun touching and licking on the inside of her thighs and around her breasts and nipples James had fun bringing the young pussy to it's fullest arousal.

"Bear down when you come. That's really all there is to it." Joy said as her orgasm from Jack's hard cock began to distract her. 

She was afraid that she would be so intent on her orgasm that she might miss it when Cathy squirted. She put extra effort into keeping he eyes open while she had her orgasm so she could watch. Things proceeded as she expected and Cathy dribbled out some clear liquid just when Joy was shaking all over with her orgasm. 

Two firsts occurred at the same instant. Joy had an orgasm with her eyes open for the very first time and Cathy squirted female ejaculate for the first time from her pussy while she came. 

"Good girl!" Joy said as soon as she could.

Cathy smiled and laughed at the first squirting experience she had. The orgasm was more intense than ever she had one. She wanted to do it again and gave encouragement to James who needed none to continue.

Joy's knee was tiring. She knew she couldn't continue to take the pressure that Jack was putting on it.

"I've got to change positions." Joy said.

Jack understood and quickly flipped her over on her back. He thrust his cock back into her ass and kept fucking. Joy lifted her legs up high and Jack held them as they continued to fuck comfortably on the bed. 

James moved his knees over to let his cock dangle in his wife's face. Jack positioned Joy to accept her husband's cock and the four of them formed a chain of bodies linked by their sex organs.

Cathy had another orgasm and bared down to squirt. This time more fluid escaped her body and James got a face full of it with the first squirt.

"Wee, this if fun!" Cathy yelled pleased that she did better this time. 

The intensity of her squirting orgasm was unrivaled by other orgasm's that she had before. She was happy to see that finger pressure on her g-spot would be sufficient to produce the more pleasurable orgasm. That meant that she really didn't need a guy to do it. Any woman could do it as well. Cathy was already making plans.

"Okay, it's time to change positions." Cathy said with great energy.

Joy was immediately worried about her knee. Cathy had already considered that. First she lay James on his back on one side of the bed and attacked him with her young body. She kissed him passionately and he held her in his arms. 

She then moved down and licked his cock for a minute for no other reason than to please herself. Cathy then turned to Joy who she made lay in the middle of the bed next to James. 

She put more lube on Jack's cock and put him behind Joy who she turned on her side and made Jack enter Joy's ass again from behind. She helped by holding his cock and fingering Joy's pussy until they got coupled and when they were fucking again she got James to move on top of his wife.

"Just fuck her pussy from the front. Get your leg over here on this side of Jack's legs and pound into her with that great cock of yours." Cathy said.

James was happy that Cathy liked his cock. He certainly liked her young body and all the energy she brought to sex. He was careful not to share that with Joy for the moment as he knew she would not like it if he told her that the other woman was fantastic.

James surprisingly found he could fuck his wife with another man in her ass and not have to have her on her bad knee. He knelt on one knee and put his other foot on the bed under Joy's leg and over Jack's leg. They penetrated Joy's body just fine. He was really enjoying himself and watching his wife get fucked when Cathy squatted over Joy's head and pressed her pussy into the face of the doubly penetrated woman.

Joy lapped at Cathy's pussy and moaned with all the fucking she was getting. Jack was ready to come about the same time James did only slightly ahead of him. Joy loved their timing because it gave her enough time to thoroughly enjoy the warm sperm filling her ass before she enjoyed the feeling of her husband's sperm filling her womb. 

Cathy had an orgasm next and this time squirted her clear ejaculate into Joy's mouth and face. It ran down her chin and neck and the women giggled for just a moment when it happened. Joy was surprised by the timing but reached up to caress her friend and share the intimate moment with her. 

They had become good friends while Joy had the many sessions at the clinc but this inimate moment made them closer than ever.

Joy hugged whoever was close enough for her to reach as the men deposited their life giving seed in her body. Everyone was deeply loved for the moment and Joy let them all know it by moaning for them sharing her pleasure with her voice.

The men pulled out of Joy's well used body. Cathy quickly moved down to lap up all of the cleanest seed from James in Joy's sweet pussy. Jack went to the bathroom to clean up and brought back a wet towel for Joy. 

Cathy finished what she wanted from Joy's pussy and cleaned her ass with the towel then lay on top of her for several minutes just holding her host in her arms until it was time to go home.

"I really appreciate you having us over for such a fun time. I particularly liked learning to squirt. Who taught you that?" Cathy asked.

"I learned it at Mike's house when Michelle and Cheryl were there." Joy said.

"They were all there?" Cathy asked feeling hurt that Mike had never invited her over to a party at his house when women were there. 

Cathy hid her feelings and vowed to make Mike include her someday in one of his more intimate parties when it included women. She loved his big cock in her body but surely wanted to have pussy in her mouth when he did her. She decided to let him know what she wanted. She knew Mike would approve since he was bi himself he could appreciate the situation.

"They also taught me how to take a cock in the ass and now I can't imagine fucking with out doing that too." Joy said and reached her hand out to James who took it in his and sat down with her on the side of the bed.

"You have both been perfect hosts. I'd like to thank you for the nice evening." Jack said and held out his hand to shake James' hand. 

The two men shook hands. Jack felt awkward leaning over to give Joy a kiss. She realized he couldn't easily reach her and pushed Cathy to make room for him. 

Cathy rolled off of the bed and gathered all of her clothes. She made sure she gathered up her dirty dildo and harness for use on Jack later. Jack gave Joy a kiss and she rubbed her hands on his nice chest.

"Thanks for coming back to find us at the bar. I don't know what we would have done without you tonight." Joy said truly grateful that she brought another man home to join her and Cathy.

"I'll show you out." James said and grabbed a robe to cover himself as he saw their guests out. 

Joy smiled and lay on the bed for a few minutes as Jack and Cathy dressed and James showed them out the front door.

When James came back into the bedroom Joy was in the shower. He joined her and they kissed and cleaned and dried and went back to bed. This time they got under the covers and held each other tightly.

"I can't think of a single thing to do that we didn't already do tonight." James said to his lovely well meaning wife.

"There will be time in the morning before we have to go get the kids. Something will come to us I'm sure. Let's just sleep on it." Joy said.

Joy closed her eyes with visions of wild sex parties sometimes including James. She pondered what it would be like to join a sex club or find some wife swapping couples online. The images of what happened that evening stayed with her for a long time. 




Physical Therapy: Home Therapy



She planned on more adventures and sharing them in stories with some of her co-workers and friends from time to time but one thing for sure. They would never go back to the way things used to be. Joy was happy. She realized that the physical therapy she had changed their lives.



Physical Therapy On Her Knee



Note: The following story was suggested by a Literotica reader.

Joy finished her work for the day and glanced at the clock. She was confident that she would be able to get to her physical therapy appointment on time. It took just a few short movements to toss the last of her paperwork in her out box and gather her things. She headed to the door walking on her sore knee. She thought about the accident for a few moments as she walked and was thankful that things weren't worse. 

The heel of her shoe trapped her foot for a moment as she had been caught in the escalator at the largest department store in town. She managed to free herself at the bottom of the conveyance before anything really bad happened and lost the heel of her shoe in the process. The damage came when she was on her way to the ground. Her arms were holding several packages and she pushed her arms forward to catch herself as she fell. The metal edge of the off ramp from the escalator held firm against her kneecap and seriously damaged the cartilage. 

Doctors had done as much as they could. They used the least invasive operation they could do to repair the damage. The department store gave her a new pair of shoes and paid for all of the doctor bills but there was more too it than the money. Joy's leg was held immobile in a cast for several weeks while she healed up. She had to use crutches for a while and was really happy when it came time to remove the cast. That was four weeks ago. 

She was encouraged to get some physical therapy and visited the therapist twice a week. Tonight was the second appointment for her that week. She was getting used to the scheduled event. Joy looked forward to seeing her new friends at the clinic and hurried along her way. The drive was easy and in only a few minutes she walked through the door right on time.

"Hi Cathy." Joy said to the receptionist.

"Hi Joy. How are you doing tonight?" Cathy said with a broad smile and a look in her eyes of concerned empathy that was well practiced from greeting patients who were at less than their very best.

"I'm doing well. Just a little soreness but things are loosening up just fine." Joy replied meaning that her knee was moving better even though it acted up when it got tired.

"Well I have some good news and some not so good news." Cathy said and put a questioning look on her face to prepare Joy for a slight change of plans.

"Okay." Joy said and paused patiently for the rest of the story.

"Mike is going to work on you tonight." Cathy said.

"I take it that is the good news." Joy said.

Mike was a six foot four beautiful man who literally lived in a gym and possessed a physique that was chiseled like a Greek god. The women exchanged glances and smiled at each other. Cathy had already answered all of Joy's questions about Mike. He was single but went out quite often with a few regular friends. He was very good at his work. Something Joy didn't need to be told about because she loved his large hands on her skin when he massaged her thigh and calf and moved her through the therapeutic movements she required.

Cathy also told Joy a little about Mike's sex life and how she knew that Mike sported a cock nine inches long and at least two inches thick. Joy listened closely as Cathy had spoken about the time that she and Mike "worked overtime" one evening and the sex they had was incredible. 

Joy normally wouldn't have sat still to listen to this type of information but there were extenuating circumstances which lately peaked her interest. Joy's husband James had been after her for years to have sex with another man and come home to him with her pussy all hot and used for him to pleasure himself with. James explained that it turned him on to think of her doing really sexy naughty things with other people on the condition that she came home and told him all about it.

Joy didn't mind lately engaging in some of his fantasies but she never planned to actually do anything remotely as naughty as he wanted her to. While she was recuperating from her injury she couldn't perform in bed as they normally did. Joy was quite good in bed and James and her made love at least three times a week nearly all of their married life together. Even having kids didn't stop them for long. They loved each other and played often and openly with each other. Joy was amazed at how horny she got when the sex was placed on hold even for such a short time.

James tried to keep her contented and she found a few things that they could safely do together but nothing satisfied like the real thing. After years of asking and suggesting she relate sexy stories to him Joy relented and with a cast on her leg she watched as her words excited James right in front of her. She made up a story the first time and elaborated very little but James got so hot for her as she spoke that he masturbated in front of her and shot his load on her naked tits all from a simple story that she told.

A few day later Joy found herself at the proverbial water cooler with a co-worker discussing something that could be turned into a sexy story. Joy used her imagination that night when they went to bed and James pleasured her with his fingers in her sweet pussy as she related the story. Joy found herself getting just as excited as James and the two of them shared a loving mutual masturbation session that was hotter than some of the sex they had over the years.

The patterned continued for the weeks while she was immobile and the sex they had gained new and glorious dimensions. It was Joy who started inventing things for James to get him all hot and bothered. She early on decided that chatting with some of the women and even some of the men at work and in other social situations gave her some of the best inspiration.

Joy liked doing this after just a few attempts. She found it was easy to get them talking and was amazed that they really weren't interested in her private life. She didn't need to expose her intentions to them or share anything of a personal nature. She found that people just liked sharing sexy and naughty stories about themselves and their friends. Most of the time the events the people explained was accompanied by laughter and enthusiasm. Joy had never imagined herself like the people who told her of their adventures but learned to admire people who could be bold in private.

James came to enjoy what Joy told him and made sure she was pleasured as much as he was when she told her tales. For him it was almost like being there. She found his interest in having her relate her stories was more than selfish small prurient ones but a sharing that they had never known. The thoughts she needed to have just to relate an interesting story gradually became her own. Joy found herself healing from her knee surgery in a most interesting way. She also found out more about herself than she could ever imagine.

"So what is the not so good news." Joy said to Cathy and held her breath just a little waiting for the answer.

"Mike isn't here right now." Cathy said and paused probably just for the dramatic effect to watch Joy's face as the news sunk into her mind. "He's building a therapy room in his house and you are going to have to go over there to keep your appointment."

"Where does he live?" Joy asked feeling just a little adventurous. She had always been professional about things with everyone. It was quite new to actually be interested in where someone with whom she had had a professional relationship lived. Joy looked forward to seeing Mike again and her imagination began to encourage her feeling of adventure. 

They had always had other people around when he worked with her during a therapy session. This time she would have him all to herself.

Cathy smiled with her eyes knowing that Joy would be alone with Mike for the first time as she gave directions. The women exchanged pleasantries and Joy moved through the door of the clinic on her path as explained to her.

She walked across the parking lot through the gate in the fence behind the building. Down the stone path between two houses she walked and turned to her right looking at the house numbers and the lovely mature trees which lined the quiet street. She turned right again onto the walkway up the green house with the brown trim. The knock on the door she made was not urgent or demanding but after waiting a half a minute she had to laugh at herself. The laugher came out and she pushed on the doorbell instead just as the sign under it requested. 

Through the glass in the front door she could see that a light flashed inside of the house as she pressed on the doorbell. She forgot for a moment that Mike is deaf. She could have knocked on the door all day and never been heard. She stood waiting still smiling at herself.

Mike noticed the light indicating the front doorbell and dropped what he was doing to go answer it. He was dressed a bit more casually than he usually was at the clinic. The white shirt and pants were still hanging in the closet. He was dressed in a grey sweat shirt with the sleeves cut out and red gym shorts. He was barefooted and walked quickly across the glossy hardwood floors to the door.

"Hi Mike." Joy said and smiled at him as he held wide the front door for her to enter.

Mike nodded approval at her arrival and gave her a large gesture with his arm bowing deeply as he welcomed her to his house. Joy walked slowly through the door and Mike closed it after her. He held his hand out indicating the way down the hall for her to walk. Joy moved in the indicated direction and easily found the large room that he was making into a therapy studio.

Joy looked around the large room full of therapy equipment and was surprised to see a young man standing near the whirlpool tub.

"Hi I'm Tony." He said walking across the floor toward her. Tony extended his hand for her to shake and she obliged and smiled at him. 

"Are you a therapist too?" Joy asked.

"I'm just helping Mike out. We're almost set here." Tony said and looked around the room that he and Mike had built for the therapy work. "I'm just a friend not a professional."

"Oh." Joy said and looked back at Mike.

He was standing behind her and just to her left side watching Tony introduce himself. The two men signed to each other.

"He wants me to ask if it is okay with you to come here instead of going to the clinic today." Tony said.

"Sure. No problem. It's a short walk." Joy said and nodded toward Mike to let him know it was alright.

Mike picked up a white erasable slate that they used to communicate and wrote on it then turned it so Joy could see the words.

"I'll show you were you can change." Mike had written.

Joy nodded in agreement and went with him to an adjoining bathroom for her to change clothes. Mike pushed the door open and Joy went inside closing the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her skirt and pulled off her pantyhose. She left her blouse on since Mike only worked on her legs and wrapped the terry cloth kilt around her waist covering her panties and fastened the Velcro to hold the cover up in place. 

Mike was standing next to the massage table when she came out of the bathroom. Joy walked over to him and took her position sitting on the end of the table. Mike had placed the reclining end of the massage table up so she could lay back while he worked on her leg. She leaned back and held herself in place with her hands to keep from sliding down the table. He touched her thigh and shin with his large warm hands and went straight to work to relax her muscles before they started moving her knee around.

Joy watched him and almost forgot that Tony was still in the room until he spoke.

"What happened?" Tony asked.

"Escalator, fall, knee didn't bounce. It caught all of my weight. Surgery, cast, and now this. I'm almost healed." Joy quickly related.

"And such lovely legs they are at that." Tony said.

Joy almost took exception to the unprofessional tone in Tony's voice but she was flattered that a young man appreciated her.

"How old are you?" Joy asked and gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm eighteen. How old are you?" Tony said and smiled really big. He knew that women didn't like to give away their ages. He doubted she would tell the truth if she answered at all.

'I'm none of your business years old." Joy said and smiled at him.

"It's just that you have such nice legs I find it hard to consider you an older woman." Tony flirted boldly.

"Sure, sure." Joy said shaking her head at the obvious flattery. She was enjoying the touch of Mike's hand on her leg and the flattery that Tony was dishing out even if it was insincere.

"Mike likes you." Tony said and paused to watch her response.

Joy looked down at Mike who had his large fingers of both hands around her thigh. She looked back up at Tony and he nodded his head up and down for her. Mike hadn't looked up until that moment. He glanced up to gage her response to the pressure he was putting on her leg. It took him a moment to realize that Joy was talking to Tony. He hadn't seen her lips move but her attention was obviously cast in Tony's direction.

Mike twisted around to see what Tony was doing. Tony signed something to Mike and the two of them exchanged glances. Tony had just told Mike through sign language that Joy wanted to see his big cock. Mike laughed it off and returned to work. Tony insisted that he thought they should fuck Joy and made it clear that he intended to do just that. Mike cautioned Tony to not make her mad. After all she was a client.

"What are you saying?" Joy asked.

"I told him that you like him." Tony said.

"I do not!" Joy objected.

"You want me to tell him you don't like him?" Tony said and smiled big once again as he put Joy on the spot.

Mike returned to his work and used both hands to move Joy's knee and lower leg through the proper range of motion exercises.

"No not like that." Joy replied to Tony's suggestion.

"So you like him. Did anyone tell you about his... you know." Tony said and pulled up and down on the front waistband of his blue gym shorts.

"Oh!" Joy said acting like she was shocked and embarrassed by the question.

"It's nine inches long and at least two inches across." Tony said and pointed his index finger toward his open mouth.

Mike put Joy's leg down and stood up to adjust the massage table. He lowered the table to flat and Joy moved back to lay down all the way. Mike massaged her thigh and calf not only of her injured leg but her other leg which for some reason needed attention as well. Joy closed her eyes and let him work. He pushed the terrycloth kilt up and nestled it between her legs as he oiled up her skin and moved his fingers into her muscles.

"He's got magic fingers doesn't he?" Tony asked.

"Yes he does." Joy said. "I think you had better stop talking like that."

"I envy him. He gets to touch your beautiful body and I don't." Tony said.

Joy almost offered to let him when Mike was finished but she was embarrassed that she was enjoying herself as much as she was and censored her thoughts before they became public.

Mike's large fingers made her muscles yield all of the soreness of the day. She felt weak and relaxed. She hadn't ever had more massage from him than he had done for her legs but she imagined as her eyes remained closed how his hands would feel on other parts of her body.

"He can you know." Tony said.

Joy let a very long pause go past before she spoke and asked about what was being suggested.

"Can what?" Joy asked not completely sure that she really did want to know the answer.

"Massage the rest of you. He will make your body feel like Jell-o." Tony said accurately predicting her thoughts. He moved so Mike could see him sign and told Mike that a full massage is in order.

Tony then walked to the side of the table and boldly took hold of the front of Joy's blouse. He began to unbutton it and she opened her eyes and clutched at the light fabric of the material covering her torso.

"It's okay. You need to expose your skin to him. You can cover up with this sheet." Tony said and produced a flannel sheet from a shelf within reach of the table. "I'll get you ready."

Surprisingly Joy removed her hands and let Tony finish unbuttoning her blouse. He carefully moved the fabric together after the buttons released their grasp to cover Joy's body from his view. He then covered her with the sheet and held it against the table with his hips and lifted it like a tent over her body.

Mike moved his hands back and out of the way. He signed to Tony to ask Joy to roll over. Joy anticipated their request and without being asked pulled her blouse open and rolled over careful not to hurt her tender knee. She lay on her front and used her hands to unfasten the Velcro of the terrycloth kilt at her waist. Mike reached under the sheet and pulled the kilt off of Joy's body. She got excited knowing he was close to her as he was. 

Mike move a step and reached under the sheet. He unclasped her bra and helped her wriggle out of it. Except for her husband she hadn't had a man's hands on her with nothing but her panties on in a very long time. She was surprised when she felt Mike's large fingers slip into the sides of the waistband of her panties and move to slip them off of her. 

Joy reacted by holding on to them with both hands. Mike looked at Tony and shook his head from side to side. He had his doubts that Tony would get his wish.

"It's alright Joy. We'll take good care of you." Tony said almost hypnotically.

Joy released her grasp on the last wisp of fabric covering her private flesh. Mike slipped her panties off of her hips and down her legs. She felt them brush over her toes as they left her body and pressed her nipples hard into the soft table beneath her in hopes that she could hide her arousal from the men who had just stripped her. Tony let the sheet fall softly against her body and they all seemed to stop everything for a long moment as the sheet settled over Joy's skin.

Mike oiled up his hands and Tony pulled the top of the sheet back to expose Joy's back. Mike went to work rubbing the oil where it was needed and began to press into her one small area at a time. Soon Joy was lost in the pleasure of his touch. Tony kept saying things softly and Joy didn't really hear every word. She was intent on the pleasure that Mike was providing.

Mike moved over Joy's body. Tony continued to flatter and sooth her with his voice and suggestion. The sheet got moved around to keep her mostly covered except where Mike was working on her. She gradually became drowsy and drifted off as Mike finished the back portion of her massage. He was working on her feet when she realized that Tony was suggesting more than a massage. Her attention went directly to him when he asked her to turn over for the massage on her other side.

Joy gladly complied as Tony again held the sheet like a tent over her as she rolled back onto her back. He folded a towel lengthwise and slipped it under the sheet and over her breasts. Joy let it cover her and positioned it so she could hold down the towel with her arms as they lay at her side. Once she was discreetly covered Tony let the sheet fall over her again and rolled back the top for Mike to continue with the massage at her neck and shoulders.

"You are probably ready for the special treatment by now aren't you?" Tony said softly.

Joy paused for a moment before answering him. It took her some time to realize he expected a response.

"What's that?" Joy asked.

"While Mike finishes..." Tony said and stopped talking.

Joy was expecting more words to follow but instead he showed her with his actions. Tony slipped the towel covering her breasts down just enough to get his lips on the top of her areola and gave her a light kiss on the top of her breasts and slipped his tongue over her areola and nipple. He began sucking lightly and Joy automatically brought both of her hands up cupping Tony's head in a tender response to his genuine appreciation of her flesh. 




Physical Therapy On Her Knee



She caressed his head and hair in her fingers as he suckled her breast. Soon the towel was out of her mind and off of her body. Mike's fingers had relaxed her completely. He was moving down her legs to her feet and she was ready for as much as these men could give her. 

Tony moved his mouth over to her other breast and she kept caressing his head and neck. Soon she realized that his shirt kept his young body from her touch and pushed on it firmly. Tony took the hint and he pulled his shirt over his torso and up to his neck. Joy let her fingers wander across his back. He moved quickly to get the shirt off of his neck over his head and went immediately back to suckling her smallish breast. 

Mike used his hands to relax her feet and lightly suckled her toes into his mouth. Joy had never had anyone suck her toes and the erotic feeling that went through her body were entirely new to her. The feeling of anyone using her feet in such an unusual way was immediately arousing to her.

Tony slipped one hand down Joy's tummy and began to rub lightly just above her pubic hair. Back and forth his hand moved slowly. Her soft flesh melted against his touch. The light tickling that no other man had ever done to her made her want more from him and she took hold of his hand to direct it to her waiting pussy. 

Tony slipped one finger over her clit and down to the entrance of her vagina but did not penetrate her. Instead he moved up and down the length of her inner lips. The moisture was undeniable. She was ready for anything. Tony let his finger slide over her clit again and again as Mike sucked her toes. Tony continued to make her breasts feel very alive.

Soon he decided it was time to move to another level and slipped her breast out of his mouth. He moved his head up next to her ear and lightly pulled her ear lobe between his lips. Joy shuddered all over with the sensation. She moved both of her hands to her own breasts and pressed her fingers into her tender flesh then rubbed her hard nipples with her thumb and finger on each breast.

Tony slid his mouth over hers and let her kiss him as he held still over her face. She let him slip his tongue into her mouth as his fingers toyed with her pink inner lips. As they kissed Tony moved two more fingers into her wet flesh spreading her vulva with tenderness. Joy moved her knees wider to let him have his way. Mike let go of her toes and walked to the side of the massage table. He let his shorts fall to the ground and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. 

Mike took hold of Joy's hand as it caressed her breast and laid it on the table with her palm up. He slipped his hardening cock into her hand and Joy responded by trying to put her fingers around it. Tony could feel her gasp right through their kiss and pulled his head back to let her move.

Joy bent her neck to try to look at the large meat in her hand but couldn't see it very well. Tony smiled and slipped his other hand under her back to help lift her up enough to see Mike's large cock.

"Oh Gawd!" Joy exclaimed as she brought her full attention and both hands to Mike's cock.

Tony stopped fingering her pussy to let her enjoy what her eyes beheld. She let him just for a moment then released Mike's cock with one hand to grasp Tony's had and put it back to work in her sex. Gladly Tony moved inside of her and she gasped again as she felt two fingers that were not her husbands enter her vagina for the first time in such a long time. As she felt Tony inside her she realized that he was an infant or possibly not yet born when another man was inside her other than James.

Joy closed her eyes just for a moment to let him reach inside her and pulled her feet closer and knees wider as she sat up in his hand. She could easily see and touch Mike's cock and while Tony finger fucked her she stroked and toyed with the long manhood toy in her hands.

Joy moved her hand along Mike's flat six pack stomach and up to his powerful chest. He was any woman's dream of a man. She was taking the moment to appreciate him fully and made a serious decision that she would not leave until she was completely satisfied. She moved her head down to try to take Mike's cock into her mouth but it was too much of a stretch with Tony's had in her pussy.

Mike saw the problem and lay her torso back onto the massage table again. He used a stood at the head of the table over her letting his cock dangle down into her face. Tony kept using his hand and fingers now using his other hand on Joy's clit as he fingered inside her with his other hand. 

Mike slipped his cock slowly over Joy's lips. She guided it with both hands into her open mouth and let the semi hard meat fill her orifice. No sooner did the head of Mike's cock touch her tongue than she had an orgasm that rocked and shook her body all over.

Joy was completely past anything she had ever imagined herself capable of. It was a surprise that she orgasmed so quickly but she was determined to get more from the men than they had yet given. It was time for her to become more aggressive with them. She pulled on Mike's cock and tried to move her head up and down the shaft but the position she was in prohibited her full pleasure.

"This isn't working." Joy said

Mike was completely aware that the best position for them would be with her on all fours and them kneeling on either end of her filling her pussy and mouth with their cocks. The problem of course was that her injured knee wouldn't allow that to happen. It was time to get creative.

Mike used sign language to tell Tony what he had in mind. They used small movements to position Joy where they needed her but gradually got what they wanted. Joy didn't really realize what position she was in by the time they men finished moving her around but she didn't care at all. All she wanted was what they were giving her.

Mike had rolled her over on her side and turned her at a slight angle across the table. Tony had raised her injured leg up safely. He held her leg supporting it against his shoulder and let his cock slip into her wet pussy. Her other leg dangled between his legs and she occasionally wrapped it around his leg as if to pull him to her. Joy felt good about the new position as Mike was able to get his cock into her mouth and as she moved and he pressed forward it slipped down her throat occasionally gagging her as they moved together.

Joy didn't like being gagged by the big cock but she couldn't put it down. She had to have it and kept doing what ever it took to keep it in her mouth. Mike's cock grew harder as she sucked and stroked it with her hands and mouth.

Tony's young cock was welcome in her body. Joy had forgotten what a young man felt like and was pleasantly reminded how hard and energetic an eighteen year old man can be. Tony fucked her hard and kept her injured leg safe from harm as she took his cock again and again into her wet pussy.

Tony took great pleasure in anal play and gradually pressed against Joy's rosebud of her ass as he thrust his cock into her wet pussy. She was very aroused and another orgasm ran through her body as they fucked and sucked. Tony took the opportunity as her body shuddered with orgasm to slip his finger deeper into her ass. He began to move it in and out and soon was moving his cock and finger in a steady rhythm in both holes.

Mike was almost ready to shoot his load into Joy and hesitated thinking it was not where she wanted it. He moved to pull away just before he came. 

"No! baby I want this." Joy said and pulled on the big cock. She hadn't realized that she called Mike baby and it would be something that she thought about later on her drive home but for now she wanted his sperm and would have done anything to get it.

Mike relented and stuck his cock back into her hot mouth to let her have his man juice. It took only a few more strokes and a little help as Mike reached down to pull and pinch on Joy's nipples as she took the spurts of his sperm into her mouth and down her throat as Tony fucked her pussy and fingered her ass.

"Fucking great!" Tony said as he watched Mike's face work at his orgasm.

Tony continued to work Joy from the bottom as Mike completed his ejaculation down her throat. Mike slipped his cock out of her mouth and Joy continued to stroke and pet and lick it for a long time until she could feel the orgasm from fucking Tony shoot through her body. She began to shake and Mike bent his head down to take one breast in his mouth and hold the other one with his large hand. Mike used his other hand to slide down Joy's tummy. He positioned the tip of his large second finger right over her clit and gently but firmly circled and pressed on her button.

Joy kept going from one peak of orgasm to another and another and finally Tony let her have spurt after spurt of his hot sperm. Joy felt the liquid hit her deep inside and that touched off the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. She shook uncontrollably in the hands of the men. They supported and caressed her lovingly and let her enjoy the full pleasure she was having. Mike gently suckled her and even after Tony's cock fell out of her body Mike replaced the empty vagina with two large fingers just holding them inside her as she shook and shuddered and yelled out.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd. I can't believe..." Joy yelled and writhed in their hands.

She very gradually and slowly came down from the highest peak of orgasm feeling safe in Mike's control. He let her feel his enjoyment of her body and lightly kissed her face and lips and breasts and tummy all the while holding his hand still in her wet pink sex.

Tony picked up one of their water bottles and they all shared a drink. He gave some to Mike and held Joy's head up enough for her to swallow enough to wet her dry throat. Mike moved Joy back onto the table fully and she lay back feeling totally satisfied and relaxed from the massage and the fucking.

Mike took hold of Joy just behind both knees and gently slid her down to the end of the table. He knelt on the floor and pulled her pussy to his mouth. Tony put down the water bottle and replaced Mike's hands with his to support Joy's legs under her knees. Her toes dangled in the air but were supported by the men. Mike let Tony hold her knees high and wide and went to work with fingers and tongue on the pink flesh between the dark hair around her pussy.

Mike licked every millimeter of the pink flesh sucking in all the wet cum she added to Tony's sperm. The licking Joy was taking was gentle and enthusiastic. She began to get very aroused again and used her own hands on her breasts as her nipples hardened. 

"This is Mike's favorite part I think." Tony said. He didn't tell Joy that the two of them have shared their sperm between them and the women in their lives many times. He didn't go into detail about the others. He felt it would be rude to mention other women knowing that Joy already felt special from their attention. He wanted her to continue to feel special as indeed she was. "You are a beautiful woman Joy. Really beautiful."

Joy opened her eyes to look at the young man for just a moment and smiled then closed her eyes again and let Mike have what ever he wanted between her legs. She knew she was in the hands of experts. Her mind wandered and one image that came to her was that of the face of her husband James when she related one of her sexy stories to him. She laughed to herself at the look he might have if she told him about this adventure. It was something he said he wanted her to do for years and years. Now that it was happening she wondered if he was going to regret what he wished for as so often happens when we get what we asked.

After a long licking session and two orgasms from Joy, Mike stood up. His long thick cock was erect again and he was ready to split Joy wide open. He took control of her legs from Tony and they turned Joy on the table again at a little angle. Tony helped Mike slip his fat cock into Joy's wet pussy. Mike moved slowly into Joy's body and she shuddered just a little as she felt him filling her.

Tony moved around to hold her head and make his cock available to her. She wanted to watch Mike as he fucked her and asked Tony to hold her up so she could see. Tony obliged and Joy watched Mike standing naked between her legs with his perfect body slip his cock in and out of her already used pussy. 

She had trouble believing what was happening was true but indeed it was. She was truly enjoying being fucked by another man. The pangs of guilt she thought she would have if she ever dared to do such a thing just weren't present. She was lost in the enjoyment. 

Even if she might regret it later which never really happened she was too much involved in the sensations and pleasure the men were providing to analyze her morals. Joy was truly enjoying herself.

"I want your cock." She said looking up at Tony.

He let her head drop down and she took his cock into her mouth. The young eighteen year old cock was hard again and she accepted it even more quickly than she had Mike's longer and fatter cock. Tony was more like seven inches long and about an inch and a half thick. Joy actually enjoyed his cock in her mouth better than Mike's because she didn't gag on it as often. Mike was fucking her with steady strokes and Tony felt her lick the taste from her pussy from his cock as she took it down her throat. 

Tony leaned over and used his free hand on Joy's breasts and nipples to please her. She wanted him to suck on them again and tried to pull him down to her but his torso was too long to keep his cock in her mouth and suckle her tits at the same time. Mike noticed the problem and bent down as he fucked her taking a breast into his mouth. He didn't begin with the nipple but instead sucked and kissed all around the smallish mound of her flesh around her chest and left the nipple for last. She was feeling very loved. Mike moved to her other breast and continued to fuck her as he lovingly kissed and suckled her.

Tony's cock was nowhere near ready to shoot a load into her face but she could tell that Mike was getting excited. His fat cock seemed to be getting harder inside her and he stood back up straight to begin stroking into her wet tunnel faster and faster. Joy was not surprised when she felt the orgasm shoot through her and didn't mind at all shaking in the hands of the two men. She was enjoying herself much to much to be bothered by her natural responses. She knew they would take care of her and protect her. She just lost herself in pleasure until Mike shot his load into her body.

Joy welcomed his cum and felt it fill her. Mike let his cock slip out of her and Tony withdrew his cock from her mouth. They moved her back onto the table and Mike supported her legs again like last time. This time it was Tony who knelt at the end of the table and put his tongue into her pink wetness. He used his mouth to suck out her juices and Mike's cum. Joy felt another orgasm at the licking Tony gave. She wanted more and more from these men and gave herself over to them completely.

After a few minutes Tony took hold of Joy's legs at the back of her thighs and Mike moved over to the side of the table. He leaned over and suckled all around and over Joy's breasts moving slowly once again as Tony continued to eat her pussy to orgasm. When she was fully orgasmic she cupped Mike's head in her arms and he moved to share a kiss with her. At first their lips touched and they opened their mouths. Mike let his tongue with the taste of her and Tony's cum still on it enter her mouth. Joy was excited and fully engaged in the passion and their tongues played in their mouths together.

She felt her breasts being handled by Mike's large hands and pulled him closer with her fingers running through his hair as they kissed. 

"How are you doing?" Tony asked.

Joy didn't want to answer right away. She was busy enjoying everything in the moment. There was nothing she lacked and everything was perfect. Slowly Mike and her broke their kiss and lightly kissed their lips together several times in thanks before she spoke.

"Everything is perfect." Joy replied.

"Would you like to do this again?" Tony asked.

"Yes!" She said looking into Mike's eyes. "When?"

"Let's see." Tony said. "I'm busy Friday, how about Saturday? Can you come by here around noon?"

"I'll be here." Joy said and they all saw the light from the doorbell flash.

Joy was surprised that Mike left the room to answer his front door without putting anything thing on over his naked body. She thought to herself that it must be someone they expected. In a few moments Mike came back with Cathy the receptionist from the clinic. She entered the room and found a place to drop her purse then began immediately to disrobe.

"My turn." Cathy said. In just a few moments she was naked and used her hands to caress her breasts just for a moment after her bra came off of them. She lightly slipped her finger along the length of the slit of her pussy and walked toward Joy who was positioned on the table just the way she wanted her.

Without a word Tony and Mike each took hold of one of Joy's legs holding them comfortably. They both bent down and took one of Joy's breasts into their mouths suckling her gently. Cathy put a towel on the floor at the end of the table and knelt down. She first used her fingers to touch Joy along the back and inside of her soft thighs then pressed her vulva apart revealing the pink inner lips of her pussy surrounded by the dark hair which encircled it.

"You have a very pretty pussy my dear." Cathy said to Joy and she began to use her tongue and fingers expertly pleasuring Joy with her touch.

There was a difference in the touch that Joy felt from Cathy that gave her an understanding of why women like to be together. She had never had a woman nor imagined having a woman touch her the way Cathy was doing but there was something more intimate about it than she experienced with the men.

Cathy knew exactly how hard to touch and where the little spots were that the guys missed with their larger digits and tongues. Cathy moved over her like a surgeon with precision rather than the bold forceful passion that she shared with the men. Joy was overcome with pleasure once again from all the attention and she had another orgasm.

"I can't take any more of this." She said as she came down from the peak of her pleasure.

"It is probably time to take a short break and get you home." Tony said. "I have a favor to ask."

"What's that?" Joy replied not knowing what she could give them that they hadn't already had from her.

"I know you are satisfied. It shows in your lovely face but I want you to go home and make love to your husband as soon as you walk in the door." Tony said and paused to see how she would react to the suggestion.

Cathy continued to lick Joy's pussy as the men held her legs up but they stopped suckling her breasts and looked down at her waiting for her response.

"I don't think I can. I'm sore and not horny at all." Joy protested.

"We want you to do this for us. We want you to come back on Saturday and tell us all about how you made love to your husband after this. We want to hear what you and he were feeling when you told him what we did here and he makes love to you like never before." Tony said as if he had read her mind. "Saturday I will bring my fiancé Cheryl with me. She will love eating your sweet pussy."

Joy was overwhelmed with images of what would happen with her and her husband James and imagined that Cheryl would be young like Tony and fresh and naughty. The thoughts of what might yet be to come boggled her mind. Then reality set in again when she felt the pangs of orgasm from Cathy's tongue begin just under her clit and shoot through her tummy and chest and neck and legs down to her toes and out the top of her head again.




Physical Therapy On Her Knee



"Oh gawd!" Joy cried out.

The men lowered her legs to the table letting her feet dangle off of the end. Cathy stood up and walked over next to Tony. They embraced and shared a naked kiss pressing their bodies together.

"Thanks for leaving a little for me." Cathy said.

Mike gave Joy a hug and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her off of the table and gently set her down on her bare toes in front of him. They held each other for several moments before he let her go. He ran his hands down her shoulders and arms to her hands and took them both in his then bent to give her a small kiss on the lips.

Joy looked back into his eyes and down his perfect body. She knew that she had to have him again. She made a bargain with herself to enjoy him as often a possible and gave him another hug before she looked for her clothes to dress and leave.

Cathy and Tony spread out the flannel sheet on the hardwood floor as Joy and Mike gathered her clothes. Joy went into the bathroom to dress and get ready to go. When she came out the men had Cathy on all fours with Tony's cock in her mouth and Mike's long fat cock deep into her ass from behind fucking slowly in and out of her chute.

Joy was impressed with the sight of their lovemaking and realized that it could just as easily be her between them as Cathy if only her knee was in better condition.

"Remember. We want to know all the details when we see you again." Tony said.

Joy went over to each of the men and gave them a kiss of thanks. She ran her hand over Cathy's back and ass watching carefully as Mike's cock slipped in and out of her well lubricated anus. Joy was amazed that Cathy was comfortable with the position and situation. It baffled her but intrigued her as well that anal sex was an enjoyable option. 

"Thanks Cathy." Joy said not expecting a response.

Cathy couldn't say anything but used one hand to reach out and stroke along the inside of Joy's leg up past her knee to just inside her thigh under her skirt. Joy hadn't put her panty hose back on and the bare flesh being touched tenderly by the woman's hand sent goose bumps all over Joy's skin. 

Joy walked out of the room leaving them all behind. Walking down the hallway and out the front door, down the sidewalk to the parking lot where her car was parked she smiled and thought about all that had happened. It was much more enjoyable and amazing than she ever imagined something like this to be.

Joy drove home and put the car in the garage. She went straight to the refrigerator and found something to eat. She tossed her purse on a table as she passed and went into the room where James and the kids were enjoying some television eating as she went.


"You're home late." James remarked.

"I had a physical therapy session. I told you about it." Joy replied.

"Oh yeah. That's right." James admitted. "How did it go?"

"Better than I could have hoped for, I'll tell you all about it when we go to bed." Joy said and smiled as she chewed.

James looked at his wife of many years and noticed a sparkle in her eyes which gave away her thoughts. Joy nodded to let him know she had been taken by another man.

"Really?" James asked to confirm that he had gotten his wish.

"It was a wonderful session. My knee is feeling very good and I am more relaxed than I have been in years." Joy said as she finished her food and returned to the kitchen.

"Time for bed kids!" James said and they protested in the usual manner that children do when it is time to go to sleep.

Joy tucked in the kids and went to their bedroom. She didn't shower or clean up in anyway but instead slipped out of her clothes and into a short robe that she knew turned her husband on. James was already naked and laying just under the covers of the bed when she turned off the light and walked over to their dresser. She lit the candle and turned to him. She stood for a moment feeling beautiful and desired by her loving mate. She let him drink her in with his eyes and slowly walked toward him letting her robe open and the edges of her breasts expose to him gradually. He couldn't help but look down at her triangle of hair which covered her pussy and notice some of it was matted with cum. 

Joy walked up to the side of the bed and leaned down to whisper in her husband's ear. 

"Make love to me?" Joy asked knowing he would be more than happy to do just that.

"Tell me what happened." James asked impatiently.

Joy walked around to the other side of the bed and lay down on her back. She left her robe around her shoulders and half covered her upper torso but brought her feet flat on the bed and her knees up then dropped her knees wider and ran one finger across the slit of her well used pussy.

"Eat me and I'll tell you." Joy teased.