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Orgasm Therapy Ch. 01

By: milfleglover



Being an active woman of 62, getting laid up from hip replacement surgery was daunting. I'm still young, granted, but an accident years ago left my hip arthritic as I got older and it wasn't long before I had to make the move and get the surgery done, knowing the recovery time would be one of laying about and not moving the way I'm accustomed to, in my job as a traveling corporate executive.

And not having sex was worse. I couldn't spread my legs much, except during therapy, and my sex drive did not, unfortunately, diminish with limited capacity to do anything about it. My husband, also a traveling executive, was woeful in bed as it was, and he totally ignored me in my somewhat incapacitated state.

So when Juan showed up to do therapy three days a week, it brought a smile to my lips and, I must say, a tingle to my loins. I may be a senior citizen, but a damned attractive one at that, with silvery blond hair worn short and stylish, big blue eyes and an athletic body, with long, strong legs and an overall enviable body for a gal my age.

And Juan noticed. I'd clean up prior to his visits and slip into something somewhat sexy, such as a clinging top with no bra beneath, along with snug-fitting sweat pants, just enough to accentuate my natural curves, and took great pleasure in noticing Juan's furtive looks at my cleavage or butt. This young buck, 25, a dark-skinned, very well-muscled Latino given to wearing tight white t-shirts and slacks, was polite and professional to a fault, very calm and relaxing, his long, strong hands manipulating my legs and hips in a most delightful way, and the second he first laid those remarkably talented fingers on me, I felt my pussy come alive the way it hadn't for years.

The first few sessions went very well, with nothing untoward happening, no suggestions made, no inferences, no sexual innuendo, just idle conversation about our lives. I would just say goodbye to the young stud, watching his tight ass in his snug pants, and when he left, take care of myself with a vibrator I had in my nightstand. My husband was away, more often than not, and when he was home slept on the other side of the house, so not to bother me, he said, but I knew he welcomed being away from me and not running the risk of actually trying to sexually satisfy me.

Then the following week, the magic happened. Juan had just given me a tough workout, getting out of bed, walking on crutches, maneuvering up and down stairs, working me hard, the way you have to with this operation, and had helped me back in bed. He was about to leave, and I'd picked up a notebook to write some business things down and couldn't find my pen.

"Can I help you find one, Mrs. Tremblay?" the smiling stud asked sweetly.

"Yes, Juan, thank you, that drawer there," I said absent mindedly, reading through notes I'd taken before and half pointing to a desk drawer.

Juan thought I'd meant the nightstand and as he opened it, I realized what was there. My trust vibrator!

"NO!" I shouted.

He stopped, his dark eyes fixed on something inside. He smiled and I blushed.

"Mrs. Tremblay, it's quite all right, this isn't the first one of these I've seen," he laughed gently. "You're to be commended for...for taking care of ..well, yourself. I know after surgery, relations are not possible, and a woman...well, she has needs, too, so please, don't be at all shy or ashamed!"

I smiled, feeling the slight wrinkles in my mouth pucker as I did, watching him smile at me, such a calming, relaxing air about him.

"You understand?" I asked. "How very...very mature of you..."

"Mature is wonderful, Mrs. Tremblay," he said somewhat seductively and looking away embarrassed. "I mean..."

"No, no, that's quite all right...you...you like mature...uh...women, Juan?" I stammered nervously.

"Yes," he said, more confidently than I felt. "Yes...yes, I do..."

There was a long, awkward silence as we looked at each other, my aging eyes locked into his, a palpable electrical arc between us, transcending the gap of a few feet and 38 years. He smiled and looked back into the drawer.

"You know, as your therapist, I can advise you that relief of any sort...any...sort...is a good thing, Mrs. Tremblay," he said firmly, calmly, looking at me. "As your therapist, I can provide such relief..."

"Really?" I said, somewhat astonished and more enthusiastically than I'd intended.

"Really," he said, a lusty tone to his voice now, picking up the small vibrator in his strong hands and holding it up. "I'd be happy to give you some relief. It's my job, after all."

He looked at it, a broad smile on his gorgeous face.

"I like to call it," he said, "orgasm therapy. Would you be interested?"

"Yes, yes," I said, lapsing into a dream like state as he approached the bed, holding the vibrator close to his face, inhaling, making me nearly cum from knowing he was smelling my scent. "Oh God, yes, Juan, yes ..."

He sat on the bed next to me gently, never taking his eyes off mine, pulling down my sweat pants and then off, and going back for my panties, exposing my thick bush, which I hadn't shaved in ages. He groaned seeing it and ran his strong fingers through it, my body tensing as he touched me.

"Now just relax, try not to tense too much, let me do all the work, Mrs. Tremblay," he smiled, turning on the vibrator's highest setting. "You worked hard today. I'll do the work now..."

"Yes, Juan...yes..." I moaned, watching his hand move to my pussy, his eyes on mine as he leaned over my thighs, resting his elbow there, bending that hand with the vibrator in it to my clit and changing my life.

I came hard the second he touched the vibrating tip to my clit, trying not to tense too much, watching his smiling face erupt into a bigger smile knowing he'd just made me cum. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but so satisfying, and he didn't let up, working the vibrator into my pussy a bit harder now, pursuing another orgasm, rubbing it in circles, adding to the beauty of the moment.

"My GOD, Juan...never...never did it this well myself!" I gushed, feeling my fluids coat the vibrator and his talented hand with it.

"That's because it's familiar when you do it, not so when another does," he smiled, flashing those fabulously sexy teeth. "Now, if I may..."

He worked the vibrator into my pussy, tilting it up so the body of it brushed my clit, making me moan all the more, especially as he leaned up to kiss me, gently at first, our lips tingling against each other's, then more deeply, extending his remarkably long tongue into my mouth, which I sucked like a small, wet cock. He moaned, further intensifying my seemingly never-ending stream of miniature orgasms, and worked his way down my cheeks and chin, nuzzling into the wrinkled flesh of my neck, of which I'd always been ashamed.

"Never, Juan...never has anyone...my GOD...suckled my neck!" I moaned, cupping his dark-haired head in my hand as his long tongue worked the sweaty folds of flesh, suckling it into his anxious mouth.

"Mature women," he growled into my neck, tonguing and sucking as he spoke, "are my favorite..."

For long moments, he lavished my neck with attention, then kissed his way to my chest, pulling up my t-shirt, cooing as he looked at my breasts, slightly sagging to the left and right, smiling and licking the flesh before suckling a nipple into his mouth, that vibrator electric and alive in my hairy, sopping pussy. I couldn't stop coming and was just building to another, with Juan's magic mouth flipping from nipple to nipple, when the buzzing sound waned.

"Shit!" I groaned as the vibrator went dead.

Juan laughed, pulled it out of my crotch and held it up before him, the glistening device inches from his smiling face. I came again just watching that long tongue flash out and lap it clean, savoring my juices.

"Good God, Juan, is there nothing you won't do?" I giggled, pulling off my t-shirt as he stood up.

"No, pretty lady, there isn't," he smiled. "And that includes changing batteries! Where may I find them?"

"If they're anywhere, they'd be right next to the vibrator," I sighed, leaning back against the headboard, watching his amazing ass flex in his tight white pants as he bent to look.

"Uh-oh," he said, holding up an empty package.

"You've got to be kidding," I groaned, looking at it.

"No matter, pretty lady," he smiled, sitting back down beside me and gently spreading my legs. "There are many, many other ways..."

He massaged my calves in those strong hands, working up to my thighs, fingers digging into my aching flesh, watching me watching him. I tensed as he neared my crotch, fingers cupped around my outer thighs, thumbs curling over the insides, teasing the hairy lips, brushing them gently.

"Relax, Mrs. Tremblay, relax," he said in his soothing way as those thumbs now came together on the outside of my lips, pushing them against each other, grinding the clit between them. "Let me do my work..."

"Yessssssssssss, yesssssssssssss," I moaned, relaxing completely now, sliding down a bit on the bed and parting my legs a bit, giving him more access.

Expertly, Juan spread my lips with his left hand and ever so slowly, inserted the middle finger of the other inside me, gently guiding it deeper and deeper, smiling as I arched my back as best I could, pushing against him, eager for more. He had amazingly long fingers, that longest one buried now inside me, moving in slow, deliberate circles, tantalizing my g-spot, one I didn't even know I had and threatening to put me through the ceiling from the sudden, shivering pleasure it brought me.

"How's the hip, pretty lady?" he asked with concern as I writhed gently under his digital ministration.

"The...what...?" I groaned, feeling nothing but Juan's finger at the sexual core of my being, making him laugh.

He continued to finger me most expertly and when I was loosened enough, slid another finger in, then another and another, four in all, an exquisite, impossibly tight fit, and he worked them in and out, deeper with each gentle stroke, the squishing noise it made nearly as sexy as the reason for it. Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist with both hands, guiding him in the circles his fingers made, feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and roll beneath his dark skin.

"My God, Juan, sweet Jesus, that is so good!" I cried out as I felt yet another orgasm mounting.

And that came just about the instant he curled the thumb of that hand up and pressed it against my oily clit as he finger fucked me, cruising it in little circles over the nub, bending close to watch his work, smiling up at me, sniffing the air for my scent, then leaning up to attach his mouth to one of my thick nipples, suckling it, nursing at my breast, cupping the flesh with his free hand to force it into his sucking mouth. I cried out and humped his hand harder and harder and came more urgently than the previous untold times.

He worked me until I went limp as a rag doll, my hands falling away from his wrist and he gently pulled his fingers from my soaking-wet pussy, lifting them to my heaving tits and wiping them clean on the white flesh and engorged nipples, then slowly, deliciously licking them clean savoring my flavor and aroma.

"You are...incredible!" I giggled like a schoolgirl as he stood up, revealing a thick snaking outline down the leg of his tight pants. 

"Now what about that..."

"Not to worry about me, dear lady, my patient comes first!" he laughed, walking to the end of my bed and kneeling on the floor where my feet, in droopy white socks, lay before him. "You've gotten a bit tense from our little workout, I think you need a bit more relaxation. And a foot massage is in order don't you think?"

His hands dug into my tired, aching feet, massaging the soles with his magic thumbs, sending shivers of sexual electricity coursing up my calves and thighs. Just when I didn't think it could possibly get any better, it was about to...

(to be continued)

Orgasm Therapy Ch. 02



Juan was working his magic on me in ways I could never have imagined. As a recent patient of hip replacement, he was my therapist, coming to my house three times a week to help me recover. And lord, was he helping me recover.

At first, nothing happened between us until that day when he found my vibrator in a drawer and offered to provide me even greater relief as part of his therapy. He did, blissfully so, until the battery died, but that didn't slow my young therapist down, as he guided me to even more wonderful orgasms with his marvelously talented fingers.

And now, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. He was kneeling at my feet, digging those wonderful fingers into my soles, sending jolts of sexual electricity up my legs and into my soaking wet pussy.

"The feet are connected to the rest of the body in so many ways," he said gently, working the flesh with his hands as I writhed at his delicious touch. "Are you feeling that, Mrs. Tremblay?"

"Oh, God, am I ever, Juan, don't stop, please don't stop!" I groaned, dipping a hand into my hairy pussy, reveling in the wetness and warmth he'd generated.

"Now, now, that's my job!" he laughed. "Trust me, I'll get there in short order..."

I sighed and smiled at him, pulling my hand away and watching now as he peeled off my dirty white socks and renewed his foot massage, thumbs digging into my crinkly soles, my toes wiggling before him.

"I'm sorry if they...well, my feet smell...and my toes, my nails, I haven't had a chance for a pedicure in some time," I offered apologetically. 

"Nonsense," he smiled. "Your feet are very beautiful, and these toes....rather delicious looking..."

"Really?" I asked, wide eyed. "I've never...I mean no one has ever..."

"Then, pretty lady," he cooed, bending his face to my feet, suddenly running his long tongue up the soles of each, "it's about time!"

"Sweet Jesus, Juan!" I cried out as his tongue felt like a laser on my long-neglected feet, lapping at them now, his lips attaching to the heels, sucking them into his mouth.

The kid's magic continued, his tongue cleaning my feet and his nose buried in the sweaty grip of my long, gnarly toes. Slowly, he wiggled his tongue between each, savoring the funky foot flavor and scent, making my pussy burn hotter still as I watched. He sucked the big toe of each foot, slowly and wetly, his eyes on mine, bobbing his handsome face up and down, working from one toe to the next, sucking and nibbling, that tongue flashing out and working around each one until I thought I'd explode.

After a long, delicious toe-sucking session, he worked his way up my trembling legs, licking the shins, around the sides to my muscular calves, up, up and up, tonguing my tensing thighs, massaging the flesh, taking playful bites and parting them as far as he could without hurting my hip, but just enough to get his face inside.

"Oh my," I sighed, feeling his nose burrow inside the furry lips and that insanely long, educated tongue flashing inside me, his hands curling up my front, those fingers tweaking my thick brown nipples.

Of everything he'd done before this moment, nothing compared to the tongue lashing he was providing me now, his nose pressed into my clit, rubbing it, that tongue firing in and out of my gripping pussy like a small, wet probe, digging deeper and deeper until his mouth was firmly pressed to the outside, mashed tightly against it, and that tongue pistoned in and out faster and faster. I wanted so badly to open my quivering thighs wide and take his entire face into my sex, but my injury prevented me from doing so. But it didn't matter, he had enough of his face in my pussy to get the job done, and I came long and hard and with a guttural scream of pleasure, my hands cupped over the back of his head pulling him to me, grinding him harder and flooding his face and filling his mouth with my gushing cream.

"Holy shit, Juan," I sighed, completely relaxed, unable to move as he pulled his face from my pussy, smacking his sexy lips, tasting me and moving up to tickle my tits with his tongue. "You're unbelievable."

He smiled, kissing me, tongues doing battle and my pussy trembled from the taste of myself on him. I held his beautiful face in my hands and looked into his gentle eyes.

"Now, dear boy, I've had quite enough...for now," I smiled. "Now, it's your turn."

He sat next to me on the bed and I shivered as I ran my hand down his muscular torso and cupped the biggest cock I'd ever felt in my life in my little hand. He looked at me palming his dick and then up at me.

"You don't have to, my lady, really, it's all about you," he smiled.

"Yes, it is, and you have no idea what pleasure it would give me right now to suck...that huge....cock..." I groaned, stroking it through his pants.

"Then let's get you comfortable," he said.

He helped me sit at the edge of my bed, legs over the side, holding my hands in his, warm and comforting. He stood before me and smiled, peeling off his shirt, making me moan at the sight of that marvelously sculpted young body, dark and hard, his belly a thick ripple of steel, his chest perfectly formed. His hands reached for his belt. I stopped him with mine.

"No," I said with mock sternness. "Allow me."

I looked up at him and slowly unzipped his pants, leaving them on, and twisting my hand inside. I gasped at his thickness and length, pulling his cock out and gazing at it, awestruck. It was perfect, double in size and girth than what I was used to in my long marriage, thick and meaty, smooth and stiff, so big it didn't stick straight out but hung down from its heft.

"Oh my word, Juan," I giggled, fisting it in two hands, lifting it to my anxious lips, kissing the moist cap, savoring the pre-cum already filling its eye. "How..."

"About eight inches, roughly," he said looking down at me, groaning as I slowly stroked it in both hands, feeling its impossible size and weight.

"Oh my word," I giggled again, opening my mouth and taking him inside.

He moaned with pleasure as my tongue washed over that magnificently thick knob as I held it in my lips, tasting his fluid, licking around the head and stroking the shaft with both hands. Inch by delicious inch, I worked him into my mouth, twisting my hands around the massive dick, opening my mouth until my jaws ached. I'd always been able to deep throat my husband, and the few men I'd had before him, but this was a task better suited to porn stars and sword swallowers. But I tried, inching it down my throat, fighting the gag reflex as that plum-sized cap made its way down and I found my face pressed to his shaven groin, my chin nestling his gorgeous, thick, hanging ball sacks.

"Well done, pretty woman, well done!" he cried in astonishment. "Not many can do that!"

I tried to smile around his cock, but couldn't, and now let my tongue wash over it, hot and wet, as with one hand I squeezed his gigantic balls and let his cock slip slightly out of my mouth until the head was at my lips. I strapped my other hand to the shaft, and with twisting motions, jerked him in and out of my moaning mouth, that shaft glistening and wet with my saliva, squishy noises filling the air, along with his groans of pleasure, as I jerked him off into my mouth.

I wanted his cum, wanted it badly, and now rapidly bobbed my head back and forth, taking half of him in my mouth at a time, pulling back and stroking him, a sexual synchronicity of perfect timing, increasing the pace and feeling his bloated balls knot in my squeezing hand. Within a minute, he tensed up and cried out.

"My God, Mrs. Tremblay, you're going to make me cum!"

I moaned around his cock, sucking and jerking it faster and faster until that first glorious rope of sperm jetted down my throat like a fire hose, a torrent of sweet young man cum that scorched its way into my belly. I kept sucking, mewing madly around the spurting prick, letting the blasts fill my cheeks, bulging them out, and finally pulled it from my lips and let the waning jets splash hotly on my cheeks and chin and lips, a thick river of his spunk running down my neck to coat my heaving tits.

I finally stopped my sucking and jerking and swallowed, gulping his fluids down, tasting the sweetness and smacked the dripping head against my face, soaked with him. I smiled up as he looked down, my face shiny with the blanket of his cream, my tits and neck dripping.

"Would you be so kind as to get me a towel my dear?" I smiled up at him.

"No need for that, pretty lady," he grinned, kneeling before me.

For all my sexual life, my hottest burning fantasy was to share a man's cum with him, but never found a willing participant, all of them aghast at the mere suggestion they taste their own sperm. And now, as Juan dipped his handsome face to my chest and began lapping clean every creamy drop of his, my dream was realized and I came just from the first touch of tongue to nipple. 

He encircled it with his mouth, suckling like a babe at his mother's teat, seeking out milk and gobbling it down with moaning enthusiasm, working over the flesh of each tit, cleaning it. He lapped his way up my wrinkled cleavage to suckle at my neck meat, ingesting the cum there, swallowing it down, and tracing his tongue up through the thick clumps on my chin and cheeks, swabbing my face clean before framing it in his big, dark hands and kissing me, deep and wet, our cum-coated tongues doing battle before he pulled back, smiling, a silvery wet strand of sperm hanging between our lips. I sucked it like a spaghetti strand, drawing our faces closer to kiss and share again.

We held each other for a long, sexy moment, arms around each other, his wet cock pressed to my thighs, which I slowly opened. 

He laughed and stood, that drooping cock near my face. Impulsively, I leaned forward to kiss it.

"That could be enough for today, Mrs. Tremblay," he said as I watched him dress, pulling on his t-shirt and stuffing his magic wand back into his pants, zipping up and then guiding me back to bed, helping me dress myself. "We have many more sessions to follow, and we don't want to get you too tired out."

"Nor you, dear boy," I laughed. "Now don't you go wearing yourself out on other clients, do you hear?"

I smiled as he bent to kiss me, tracing his tongue down my cheek to my neck to gobble up a drop of sperm he'd missed.

"See you in two days, Mrs. Tremblay," he said.

"I can't wait, Juan," I sighed, watching him go and forgoing the need to ask him to buy me some batteries for my vibrator. "I cannot wait..."

(To be continued)



Orgasm Therapy Ch. 03



Juan was always on my mind, by dint of his paying delicious attention to virtually every part of my body.

The sexy 25-year-old dark-skinned Latino was my physical therapist, having come to my house following hip-replacement surgery. Nothing untoward happened between us at first. After all here I was, a laid-up 60-something business woman with a sorry sex life with her own husband, dressed in dowdy sweatpants and top, feeling sorry for myself and not particularly attractive.

But Juan changed that. This kind, gentle soulful young man had not so much seduced me, as let the palpable electricity between us play out. He was gorgeous, so compassionate and gentle, and I, admittedly, was ripe for the picking. My husband paid little attention to me as is, less so in my current rehabilitative condition. Separate bedrooms we used now were a stinging, cold metaphor for the separate lives we lived.

That first time, our first sexual encounter, had come about when I'd asked Juan to get me a pen from my side table drawer, and he came across my trusty vibrator. One thing led to another and the gracious young man offered me a most blissful other form of therapy: He used the vibrator on me, and when the battery died, his fingers, magic and long and insistent. 

On our second encounter, his oral attention was divided between my toes, something I'd not enjoyed before, and my pussy. And following that, mine was on him, his glorious long, fat cock, and I fellated him as I lay in bed, his explosive orgasm layering my face, neck and tits with his copious load. 

Which he then licked off. This man, this boy-child really, was a magician with his body, endlessly surprising and delighting me.

Now I lay in bed waiting our third encounter. He'd been coming thrice weekly, and the day in between his visits was torture as I awaited his return. I had given thought to shaving my genital area; it is rather thickly vegetated, I must say, and something I thought no man would be fond of, but Juan relished it. 

He loved the texture, the sight of it, the smell, the taste. I waited for him now, under the blankets in my tight running shorts, short white socks and clingy top with no bra beneath, anticipating, sneaking a hand into my damp bush and thinking of him.

He moved like a cat, this sinewy bundle of dark muscle, and was in my room before I knew he'd even come in the house; I'd given him a key to enter, and now he stood in the doorway, beaming that electric smile, all gleaming white teeth and smooth mocha skin.

"My dear Mrs. Tremblay," he laughed as I was startled and pulled my hand out of my shorts with a sheepish smile. "That's my job, remember?"

"Of course it is, dear boy," I giggled, opening my arms and hugging him as he walked to me and sat on the bed. "Of course it is..."

He brushed back my silky blonde hair, framing my face with his long fingers. Smiling, he kissed me. A peck at first, then slowly invading my mouth with his impossibly long, talented tongue. I moaned, melting to his touch. He broke the kiss and stood.

"Now, Mrs. Tremblay, shall we get on with therapy, before..." he smiled, eyeing me up and down with respectful appreciation, "we get on to orgasm therapy?"

"Of course, Juan, you're the boss, you're the expert, in all ways," I sighed.

We labored through the mechanics of therapy, working my legs up and down, back and forth, stretching to the point of pain, but pain never really came. Every time he laid those fingers on me, cupping my muscular old calves or kneading my thighs or holding me around the waist to steady me on my feet, I felt nothing but pleasure. He made me, as always, come alive and transcend any physical limitations I may have been feeling.

It took a good hour, maybe less, of moving about, bending, stretching, working through the routine. 

It was a warm day and I was sweating heavily. Juan, in his tight white t-shirt and snug white therapist pants, looked cool as a cucumber, his chiseled torso pressed tight to the fabric of his shirt, his ass muscular and hard in those pants. He looked good enough to eat.

He guided me on a walk through the house, after slipping my running shoes on my socked feet, standing by me, encouraging me, always there with a quick steadying hand should I falter. We chatted about things, life, sports, politics, and then he guided me back to my bedroom.

"You're doing very, very well, Mrs. Tremblay, I am so very pleased with your progress," he said proudly, now standing close, hands on my hips, our crotches pressed together. "So very, very well..."

He kissed me now, deeply and fully, probing my mouth with his tongue, his fingers caressing my back, massaging it and lower, to cup my ass in my shorts, taking my breath away. Physical therapy was over. Orgasm therapy had commenced.

"It's good that you stand as much as possible, to gain strength in your hip, to get your balance back," he said, pulling his mouth from mine and nuzzling the folds of skin on my aging neck, an area I'd always hated but which Juan relished, tonguing and sucking the flesh. "Can you stand for me awhile longer?"

"As long as you'd like, my love," I sighed, my hands running through his dark hair as his mouth worked my neck.

He laughed and pulled away, holding his arms out to the side.

"Well then," he said, slowly kneeling, his eyes fixed on mine, his hands at the waistband of my short shorts, tugging them down. "Stand for this, if you don't mind..."

My shorts and panties were off with one expert motion, and I kicked them away. Looking down, I couldn't help notice the smile widening on my therapist's face as he knelt, inches from my sweat-matted bush. He moved closer, his hands around the backs of my thighs. He inhaled deeply and moaned.

"My God, Mrs. Tremblay," he hissed, running his nose into my fur, up and down and inside, gently grazing my clit, making me gasp. "I cannot get enough of your scent. It is magic..it is heaven..."

And then he was in me, his tongue, parting the hair, the lips, finding its target and drumming at it. His tongue, wet and hot, flickered like a lizard's, making me moan, my hands in his hair. He licked with such accuracy, such intensity, my orgasm mounted quickly. Now he moved his tongue lower, bending his head back a bit, the length of that tongue entering my wet hole as his nose moved in circles over my clit.

"Oh my GOD, Juan!" I cried out, holding his head by the sides and urging him in deeper, spreading my thighs slightly to allow it further entry and letting the fleshy interiors of them hug his face, pressed against his cheeks, holding him tightly in place. 

I humped now at his face, hearing my grunting groans of mounting passion, noises I'd never made with anyone but Juan before. I held his head, thrusting at his face, grinding him, swiveling my hips and flexing my slightly saggy ass to pump my sex into his mouth. He swallowed over and over, groaning in pleasure, tonguing the hole and I felt my orgasm fill him. I don't know how long I came but it seemed to last forever and not nearly long enough. I released his face from my thighs and hands, and smiled. It was possessed of a dreamy smile, and a thick, shiny layer of the results of his work.

"Wow," I sighed, pulling him to his feet to kiss him, lick him clean and share it with him. "Amazing...as always...Juan, you are just...amazing..."

We kissed a few moments more and he pulled back, smiling, gently turning me around.

"Can you stand for a little while longer?" he asked, his hands cupped under my fleshy cheeks, massaging them, opening them wide. "I have another method you may enjoy..."

In the full-length mirror on one wall, I watched him kneel behind me, a mesmerized look on his handsome face as it neared my ass. That's another part of my body I'd long not like, gone slightly saggy and wrinkled as I approached and hit my 60s. But now, as Juan moaned looking at it, his fingers massaging the flesh, spreading my cheeks wide, his face going slowly inside, I felt like a 20-year-old beauty queen.

"OH MY GOD!" I cried out, feeling his tongue enter me where no tongue had entered before. "No one...oh my GOD Juan! No one has ever...licked me...licked my bum!"

He laughed at my coy term and vibrated his head back and forth, eager to get deeper, his tongue spearing my tight rectal ring and plunging in and out, wetly and loudly, his moans echoing in the sweaty chasm of my ass. It was unbelievable; I'd toyed with my own ass before, using various vibrators and small dildos, and it was good, but this was otherworldly. His talented tongue, long, red hot and probing, tickled every anal nerve ending in its reach, and I was nearly cumming from it.

Then I went quickly over the edge as Juan worked one hand between my quivering thighs. He embedded his long thumb in my pussy, and with his index and middle finger scissored my lips, rubbing them back and forth, providing exquisite squeezing pressure on the oily clit between them.

I screamed in pleasure, or thought I did, but my mouth opened in a silent scream, my voice gone from me as my body climbed and surpassed the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy. All I heard was his moans, and the wonderfully obscene sounds of slurping as his tongue fucked my clenching asshole.

I came long and hard, feeling my gel gush out to coat his fingers and thumb as he buried his face deeper still in my ass. In the mirror I saw that head shake side to side, eager to go deeper, and his tongue burrowed in my rectum with a renewed intensity. I clamped down with my cheeks, trapping Juan's adoring face inside and I felt his gasps for air as I smothered him in the saggy, white orbs of my butt.

When I finally stopped cumming, he ever so slowly pulled his hand from my sopping bush, and mouth from my ass with a sexy slurping wet sound. He gently kissed and licked each butt cheek, working up my back, peeling off my top as he did. He licked up between my shoulder blades, then my shoulders, nuzzling his adoring face to my neck, suckling the meatiness of it.

I felt his cock press into my ass through his pants. He held me around the waist with one hand, twisting my nipples with the other. I felt his cock grow hotter against me. He raised his hand to my mouth, the fingers wet, the palm glistening with me. I madly licked them, slurping myself off his palm and fellating each of his long, strong, wet fingers.

He turned me in his arms and planted his mouth to mine, and we shared my fluids, kissing madly, our faces gone smeary with my orgasmic slime. Finally, our kiss broke and he stood back, smiling at me. I stepped forward, peeling off his tight shirt, gasping at the sight of that marvelously dark, muscular chest and rock-ribbed belly.

"Oh, Juan," I groaned, watching with wide-eyed wonder as he dropped his pants, that thick, veiny cock springing up free, the head wet and throbbing.

"Now then, Mrs. Tremblay," he smiled, guiding me back to the bed. "A bit more therapy..."

I lay back and Juan lifted my legs, his strong hands under my knees, slipping down my calves to grip me around the ankles. Gently, he worked them in a bicycle motion, pumping them back and forth, alternately driving each knee toward my chest. The stretch felt great, his hands surely guiding my legs. He smiled down between them, watching my pussy lips rub together and open, the insides gleaming and wet and anxious.

He stepped forward, dipping slightly, the tip of his cock brushing my hole. I gasped, inhaling with a start and holding my breath as I felt his thickness fill me. He continued to work my legs in the bicycling motion, pumping them, each slow movement taking him deeper inside my aching pussy.

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, head snapping side to side in delirious pleasure as he nestled deep, balls against my ass, filling me like no man had ever or would. "OH FUCK!"

He didn't fuck me as much as he held himself tight and deep inside me, letting my legs do the work, pumping, pumping, pumping with his hands guiding them. He worked them slightly faster and harder, the resulting pressure growing tighter on the cock trapped between them. I felt him thicken, the plum-sized head swell, his balls pulsating against my wet ass still slick from his mouth. I looked into his eyes. The lids were fluttering. He was close.

"Fill me, Juan," I moaned in a dark throaty growl. "Cum..."

"Oh... Mrs...Mrs... TREMBLAY!!" he cried out.

He still hadn't fucked me, just held fast deep inside me, pumping my legs, yet he exploded, his gorgeous cock spurting a massive load, scorching my womb, filling me up with endless jets of his glorious young cum. I came from the force of his orgasm, feeling the thick sticky ropes of sperm coat the walls milking them. He came for a good 30 seconds, holding fast and deep inside me. He had never once moved his cock in and out. He had only moved my legs to gain the friction he needed. This kid's magic ways knew no bounds.

He sighed, and let go of my ankles, my legs falling to the bed, shaking. His cock slipped out as he pulled back, a sheath of white around it, his cum and mine. I felt the cool air rush over my dripping pussy and felt his fluid ooze out.

"There's so much," I giggled. "So much of you...you came so hard, Juan, my God, you came so hard, so much..."

I moaned now as I watched him kneel, gently parting my shaking thighs, exposing me fully to him. His smacked his lips as he watched my hole widen and fill with white. A dollop dripped thickly into my asshole.

"Allow me, dear lady," he sighed.

The first time Juan had eaten his own cum, it was off my tits, my neck, my face after I'd blown him. And I came as a result. Now, his tongue speared my gooey hole and his mouth attached to it, sucking, slurping, seeking out every thick juicy bit of his sperm, swallowing it down eagerly, his handsome head twisting to get deeper. And I came again, hard and fast, feeling him work to clean me, my thighs involuntarily slapping shut around his neck. 

I squeezed hard, hard as my post-operative hip would allow, and felt him struggled for air in my vise grip thighs. I came in his mouth, my fluid mixing with his, and Juan didn't miss a drop, slurping down the gooey combination, his long tongue probing, scooping out more and dipping down into my asshole to get any that had leaked there.

I finally stopped cumming, releasing his trapped face from the prison of my squeezing thighs. He sat back, smiling, lips, chin and cheeks a pearly smear of us.

"I'm sorry, Juan, you couldn't breathe, I'm sorry I squeezed you so hard!" I laughed, hand to my mouth.

"Don't be silly, all part of the therapy!" he laughed, standing up to lean over me, my tongue eagerly probing his face, cleaning it of us. "That you can scissor your legs so hard is a very good sign, Mrs. Tremblay, you are very close to full recovery!"

He put his hands around my hips now, gently rolling me to my belly, my legs together. He straddled them on the bed, his wet cock slipping into the silky embrace of my calves, bending over to pepper my quivering ass with kisses. I moaned, louder still as his face nuzzled the cleft between my cheeks, tongue tickling my sensitive anus.

"Wow, you can't get enough of my ass, can you?" I giggled, feeling his tongue in my rectum.

"Have you ever, Mrs. Tremblay, had anal intercourse," he groaned from the cave of my butt, tongue wiggling inside me. 

"Ever?"

"Oh my God, Juan, you want...do you mean?"

"Have you?"

"Uh, no, not technically...I mean I have played with...I have put things in there..."

"And how did it feel?" he asked, now slipping a finger into my tight ring, making me groan, his tongue dancing around it, lubricating it.

"It felt so gooooood," I hissed. "Oh, please Juan, do it, fuck me, fuck me in the ass!"

"In time, in time," he laughed. "We must get you ready first!"

He did, slowly, wetly, tonguing my asshole deeper, putting another finger in, probing deeply. He wiggled them side to side and I humped the bed in response. He took them out, licking them, and adding a third. In a few minutes, he had four long fingers completely inside my asshole, reaming me gently, pulling them out, pushing them in. Readying me for his big fat cock.

"I think you're ready, Mrs. Tremblay," he said, pulling his cock from my slick calves wet from his dick. "Slowly, we'll go so very slowly and you will tell me if there's any pain."

"Of course," I groaned, bunching my pillow in my face and biting it.

He got some lotion from my nightstand for extra lubrication, fisting his cock as he straddled my ass and the sound alone nearly made me cum. He ran some into my ass, rubbing it in with his other hand and then slowly, his legs astride mine, entered my virginal ass.

Truth be told, it hurt at first as the cock head penetrated the tight anal ring, a sharp, stinging pain. I moaned, wincing and he slowed. Then gently pushed in, a sexy quarter inch thrusts, kind and slow, and soon it felt heavenly, like just the thing my ass had been waiting for all my life.

And then we were fucking, Juan laying flat atop me, grinding, humping, pulling out and slapping down, his balls crashing against the backs of my thighs. He leaned into me, pumping, his mouth at my neck, licking the flesh of it. His hand ran under me, diddling my clit as his cock filled me from behind.

"It is good?" he asked with sweet compassion as I felt his sweat droplets sear my back which he licked off.

"So good, Juan, so good!"I cried out, clenching and relaxing my cheeks around his plunging cock. "Oh fuck me, Juan, FUCK MY ASS!!"

He did, so wonderfully, thrusting into me, filling me, his cock thick and hard and electrifying ever nerve in my ass. He fucked me until I came at his fingertips, and I felt his cock swell and give up a load nearly as copious as the first, filling my anal cavity with a searing wet heat. He collapsed atop me, gently thrusting, his cock wilting only slightly.

He pulled back and out, and my asshole throbbed as his cock left me, wanting it back inside, needing more contact, hungry and insatiable. The feeling of want surprised me and I was therefore delighted when I felt Juan dip his face to it, inside the cum-streaked cheeks, his mouth at the hole.

"Holy SHIT, Juan, really?" I cried out as he feasted on the cummy load in my dripping asshole. "FUCK!!"

He laughed, slurping madly, eating his load from my ass, his tongue long and strong inside the sloshy ring, gobbling it down eagerly. When he finished cleaning me, I rolled over, pulling his face to mine. I licked it frantically, relishing the taste of his cum and the funky aroma of my ass, a combined sensory overload that made my thighs clench in a miniature orgasm.

I needed more, I was hungry for more, I wanted more of his seed. Groaning, I pulled him over me, straddling my chest. Pressing my tits together in a wrinkled patchwork of flesh, I watched him press forward, spearing the folded meat of my tits, fucking them. He groaned, eyes rolling in his head, his cock slippery and wet, fucking my tits.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Tremblay, I'm...I'm gonna...cum again...again!!" he cried out.

"Give it to me, stud," I heard myself growl, tilting my head down to watch his long cock disappear and then reappear in my tit embrace, the thick knob pulsating, brushing my chin. "Cum for Mrs. Tremblay, baby, all OVER ME!"

He did and I opened my mouth to capture the first ropy strand of cum erupting from his gorgeous cock, washing it around inside it, then felt another splash of hot goo on my face, and the rest oozing out into the thick mesh of my neck flesh, coating every inch. He stopped, pulled out and smiling down at me, stroked the last gob of his cream onto each of my thick brown nipples.

"Wow," I sighed. "Just...wow..."

The wow continued as Juan, true to gentlemanly form, cleaned me. He suckled my tits, tongue washing the nipples clean, and then in between, sweeping the flesh, ingesting his seed. Up he came, to the wattle of my neck, moaning as his tongue worked each salty fold, suckling the meat into his mouth and swabbing every inch clean of his cum. His mouth worked up my throat to my chin and cheeks, washing over them and finally into my mouth. Our tongues flashed over each other's and we worked the cum on them into a foamy lather. He pulled away and I gobbled up the strand of sperm bridged between our lips, kissing him, holding his gorgeous face in my hands.




Orgasm Therapy Ch. 03



We rested, side by side, saying nothing for a few moments, hand to hand as they lay between us. 

"Well, Mrs. Tremblay," he finally said, sitting up and looking down at me with that smile. "How's the hip?"

"Never better, Juan," I sighed. "Never better."

He helped me dress, pulling my top back on and then my panties and shorts, kneeling to untie my sneakers, pulling them off and playfully holding each to his face, inhaling the sweaty interiors. I giggled and he swept my legs up onto the bed, again smelling, this time burying his face into my sweat socks, licking up the sole to suck my toes. I moaned at his touch.

He then dressed, slowly, somewhat sadly, preparing to leave. It was Friday, we both realized. We wouldn't see each other until Monday.

"Until then, pretty lady," he sighed, walking to my bed, bending to kiss me gently, caressing my appreciative face with the back of his hand.

"I can't wait," I sighed.

He walked away, then stopped, remembering. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a package. Of batteries. We laughed as he tucked them into the drawer that held my vibrator.

"Just in case you need a boost before then," he smiled.

He walked away and I started counting the time until Monday morning when he would return to me.



Orgasm Therapy Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This continues this series of Anita Tremblay, 62, and her young physical therapist. This chapter contains scenes of female domination as she and her lover gladly explore her darker side. It features analingus, strap-on sex, creampie eating and golden showers. Enjoy.

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I was feeling sad. This was to be the last day of my physical therapy - and sexual awakening - with Juan.

My name is Anita Tremblay. I'm 62, and had recent hip-replacement surgery. Juan was my physical therapist, a 25-year-old dark-skinned Latino blessed with many talents, in his profession and his sexual expertise.

Juan had introduced me to both during our first encounters, massaging me in his special way, utilizing his flickering fingers and talented tongue to bring me to mind-blowing orgasms. We'd progressed to full-out intercourse, and the amazing young man never failed to satisfy me over, and over.

But this was to be our last day. The insurance coverage would run out, and we'd hit the last of our usable sessions together. And, thanks to Juan's professionalism, I was doing quite well, ahead of the healing curve. When he got there, dressed in his usual uniform of white t-shirt and slacks that hugged every inch of his deliciously muscular young body, he took note of my mood.

"Something is on your mind, Mrs. Tremblay?" he asked sweetly, dropping his bag by my bed, where I lay under the blankets in only a black thong and skimpy matching bra, purposely dressing that way for my young visitor.

"Today's our last session, Juan, I'm just a little...well, bummed out," I pouted.

He smiled, sitting on the bed, leaning over to frame my face in his dark hands, brushing the silvery strands of hair from my eyes and kissing me long and gently.

"Then let's make the most of it, shall we?" he said, his eyes soft and kind.

"Yes, dear boy, yes," I sighed, giving myself over to him, as always, secure in his passionate ways, unusual for one so young. "Indeed..."

We kissed for a few glorious moments more before we began our last round of therapy, the usually stretching and flexing, Juan laughing with delight when he peeled back my blankets to see how I was dressed. At first, I was hesitant to bare the deep scar on my right hip from my surgery, but cooed with delight as he stroked it with his long fingers.

"Don't be shy, pretty lady," he smiled, bending to trace that amazing tongue over the surface of the scar, making every inch of my body tremble.

He was a master, at his job and his pleasure, bending me in every conceivable way, taking great care with my body while lavishing it with attention. My favorite move, and as a result Juan's, was his bending one leg up as I lay on my back, leaving the other flat, stretching me and fully exposing my pussy, hairy and wet, just the way, as he often said, he liked it.

As he held that leg up against my chest and worked it slowly but forcefully, he ran his other hand between my thighs, over my slit and under the soaking-wet thong, gently fingering my pussy, running up and down it before entering me with two of them and drubbing my engorged clit with his thumb.

"God, Juan, that feels...that ALWAYS feels so nice!" I moaned, biting my lip and tweaking my nipples as I freed my rather large, creamy breasts from the skimpy bra. "You are so damned good at your job!"

He laughed, fingering me harder, rubbing my clit more insistently, bending his flexible young body over my bent knee to kiss me. Our tongues fought for space in our mouths, the wet, squishy sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my pussy filling the air with obscene, delicious splashing, and in moments, I came hard against his plunging fingers, sucking his tongue deeper into my mouth. He gently slid his fingers from my pussy, lifting them to his nose, inhaling with closed eyes and a smile.

"Your scent...I adore your scent," he sighed, slipping the glistening fingers into his mouth and mine as we shared my thick juices.

"Now then, Mrs. Tremblay, up on your feet, on the floor, and bend over, we need to stretch out your beautiful legs!" he said, guiding me to the carpet.

"Whatever you say, young man," I giggled. "You're in charge...well, for now anyway!"

He gave a raised eyebrow look and appreciative nod.

I stood in the center of the room, feet flat on the floor, bending at the waist as far as I could. I am fairly lithe for a gal my age, and easily tucked my head to my knees, wrapping my arms around my legs. Juan knelt behind me and gasped.

"Very good, Mrs. Tremblay, you've been doing your exercises!" he marveled, running his strong hands up and down my thighs, making me groan. "Your hamstring muscles...are sooooo lovely, so long, so smooth..."

I gasped as I felt his hot breath on my ass, his lips touching the flesh, kissing, licking, biting. He moved his face further inward, between my cheeks, his long tongue flickering out. The thong moved aside in his fingers and that amazing tongue tickled my rectal ring, lapping gently at first and then forming a point to slither inside my anal opening.

"Goddammit, Juan, I LOVE THAT!" I growled, wiggling my fanny into his face, taking his tongue deeper into my bum. "You eating my...my asshole...god, that is so fucking good!"

He laughed, tonguing me deeper and harder, his strong arms surrounding my legs as he probed my ass, those talented fingers finding my clit again and bringing me off quickly, all the while as he made oral love to my butt that quivered under his oral ministrations. I shook in his powerful arms as I came, and then he backed away, leaning back on his haunches. I turned and eyed his stiff cock visible as it snaked down his tight pants leg.

"Now then, young man," I growled, rubbing his dick with one foot, making him moan. "As I was saying about me being in charge..."

"Yes, Mrs. Tremblay?" he smiled broadly, peeling off his shirt to reveal that amazing, muscular young torso, his tight, defined chest and rock-hard belly, a rippling six-pack of smooth flesh.

"Well," I said, sitting on the bed and motioning to him to stand before me. "There are things I've always wanted to try, and..."

Suddenly I found myself back in shy mode, which I'd always been until Juan entered my life - and me. I wasn't used to expressing myself sexually, but this young man erased my self doubts. And was doing so now, smiling down at me, his impossibly thick cock practically throbbing in his pants as he stood in front of me.

"Say it, Mrs. Tremblay, don't be shy!" he laughed, reading my mind. "We've come this far...no need to stop or slow down now!"

"Indeed, Juan, indeed," I sighed, reaching for his waist and unsnapping his pants to tug down, with his bikini briefs, in one sweep of my hands.

His cock never ceased to amaze, or please me, thick, veiny, long and forever hard. I sighed, cupping his massive, sperm-filled nuts in my hands, reveling in the hairless smoothness of them as I opened my mouth to devour them, sucking one, then both into my cheeks, slathering their silky smooth heat with my tongue as I slowly stroked his cock, a dollop of precum stranding down to drip onto my face.

He groaned, standing with hands on his slim hips, watching me with eyes wide open as I popped his nuts from my mouth and replaced them with his meaty cock, my head bobbing back and forth, my hair flying along with it. I sucked him like it would be the last time, which I feared it might. I felt his cock thicken and tense in my mouth, his beautiful balls going tight in my hand.

I stopped and pulled off. He groaned at the absence of my sucking mouth, looking down at me as I smiled up at him. His cock bobbed like a wet wand before me.

"What sort of things, Mrs. Tremblay?" he asked eagerly. "What did...did you want to try?"

"Well," I said slowly, looking up at him and running my hands up the backs of his muscular thighs to fondle and caress his delicious ass. "This sort of thing..."

I ran my fingers inside the mounds of smooth, dark-toned flesh and tickled his hairless asshole. Laughing, I stuck out my tongue, wiggling it from side to side and in and out of my mouth. His eyes widened and he groaned, backing into my hand.

"Oh, you are a naughty, naughty girl, Mrs. Tremblay!" he laughed. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah," I growled, spinning him around and biting his ass, making him yelp. "I'm very sure."

And I was. I had never licked a man's ass before, but Juan, in doing so to me so many times, made me wonder what it would be like. And I was about to find out.

I spread his delicious, hard cheeks in my hands, his pink sphincter puckered and smooth before me. I moaned, plunging my face inside, nearly cumming as I clenched my thighs together, squeezing my wet pussy, and rammed my tongue into him. He tasted clean, fresh, wonderful, and I dug in as deeply as I could, fluttering my tongue in and out, twisting side to side and devouring his gorgeous young ass.

"My GOD!" he groaned, wiggling his slim hips against my sucking face. "That is so good, Mrs. Tremblay!"

And it was. And it wasn't enough. I feasted on Juan's fantastic fanny for a few moments more, kneading the flesh in my fingers, pulling it open to allow my face in deeper, but needed more. I pulled out, stood and turned him around, attaching my mouth to his and kissing him wet and deep, taking his hard cock in my thighs, scissoring it against my wet pussy. He groaned, kissing me back, thrusting his dick into my thighs, the top parting my lips and grinding against my clit.

"Your ass is so delicious, Juan, taste it on my mouth!" I snarled into his, that long tongue driving into mine. "Take my face, baby! Sit on it! NOW!"

Never in my years would I have believe I would be saying those words, but they now spilled out eagerly, genuinely. I loved saying them, and Juan loved hearing them. I pushed him away and lay flat on my back on the bed. His smile broadened as he carefully straddled my face,

his hard cock slapping down between my tits, and I felt the sizzle of his precum splash on my sensitive flesh. 

He settled down and back, his asshole opening for my mouth, my tongue slithering deep inside the clutching ring of his rectum and I reamed him long, hard and deep, practically smothering in the delicious embrace of his young, gorgeous ass. My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him down tighter until I could scarcely breathe, his beautiful, big balls draped over my chin.

I could hear myself moaning with pleasure inside the tight clench of his firm butt, struggling for air as I buried my face deeper into him. He groaned loudly, thrusting forward, pushing his wet cock along my cleavage, his ass muscles tensing against my cheeks and sucking me in deeper. I was mad for his ass now, kneading it hard in my fingers and sucking and licking his tasty young hole with reckless abandon.

"Oh God, Mrs. Tremblay...so good...so good..." he moaned, gliding his cock faster and harder on my chest.

I smiled in his ass, and relinquished my massage of his ass to reach around his squatting thighs to press my ample tits up and around his cock. He moaned more loudly now at the increased fleshy friction, fucking my boobs and I could feel his balls knots against my chin and the wrinkled meat of my throat.

"I'm going to...oh God...I'm going to..." he cried out, pumping my tits harder and faster.

"Cum, baby, cum!" I screamed into his asshole, the words muffled and raw.

He exploded, thick ropes of sperm jetting out of my tits, lacing down my belly, striping my already wet bush. I came with him, my thighs grinding against my cunt, and I thickened my tit grip around his spurting cock to take the rest. The heat of his cum filled my cleavage as I rubbed my boob meat back and forth on his cock, coating every inch of them. He finally stopped, his hips relaxing, his ass settling deeper around my appreciative face.

I rolled him off me, smiling, and he leaned in to kiss me, long and deep and wet, sharing the funky flavor of his tasty young ass.

"I made such a mess," he giggled, looking down at my soaked tits and long strands of sperm on my belly and cooling in my hot bush. "Allow me..."

"Oh, by all means, Juan, I insist!" I laughed.

I nearly came again, watching and feeling him gorge himself on his cream, taking it from my breasts with long, lingering laps of his tongue, slurping it into his mouth, teasing and tickling my thick brown nipples as he cleansed them. He smiled at me as he worked, licking up the ropes of pure white cum from my belly and sucking it off the hair of my pussy. He completely cleaned me and then traced small kisses up my belly and tits to kiss me, opening his mouth and spilling his cream into mine. Our tongues fought furiously, swapping it back and forth, until our faces shown with cum, a foamy lather coating them.

"Well," I giggled, licking down a strand of cum bridging between us as we broke our kiss. "That's a start..."

"Yes, yes it is," he laughed. "And while we're on the subject of trying...uh, new things...may I suggest something that might fit into this lovely new dominant streak of yours?"

"Oh, God, yes, Juan, of course!" 

"Have you ever dabbled in...ball busting?" he asked almost shyly, his handsome face shining with his cum.

My eyes widened. I hadn't heard of it. But it intrigued me.

"No, Juan, to be honest...I don't know...what is it exactly?"

He went on to tell me that some men - Juan apparently included - like a bit of pressure, some pain, some torture of their testicles. Not to the point of debilitation or injury, but just enough, he laughingly said, "to show the women is very much in charge."

I had to laugh. I've never been a woman "very much in charge." But for the first time in my sheltered 62 years, I knew I wanted to. Badly. Especially with Juan's big, brown, soulful eyes staring into mine.

"Well, young man," I said, affecting a stern tone and liking how it felt. "Tell me more. Now!"

He laughed and slipped off the bed, his gorgeous young cock dripping with the residue of his last orgasm, slapping at that sexy thigh. 

"Well, Mrs. Tremblay, for example," he said, leaning back against the wall, legs slightly spread, his huge balls hanging between those magnificent legs. "You can snuggle up close to me, and hold me against the wall and...slam your lovely thigh and knee into my crotch! Is that...would that be...acceptable?"

"Well, Juan, you didn't say how hard you wanted it, so I guess it's up to me!" I growled, affecting a dominant tone as I walked to him and pushed my hands to his broad shoulders.

I had never done anything of this sort before, but from the second my right thigh made contact with his huge, fleshy nuts and he bellowed in pain, I knew I was onto something extraordinary. He made an attempt to slide down the wall but I pushed his shoulders again, slamming him into it, his eyes open wide. I drew my leg back again, cocking it for more.

"Mrs. Tremblay," he groaned weakly. "That hurt...hurt..."

"Shh, slave boy, shhhh," I hissed. "Take it like a man..."

Over and over I slammed my thigh into his balls, his huge cock still stiff, precum splashing the leg punishing his beautiful nuts until I tired, breathless. As was Juan, who was slumping against my hands. I put a forearm to his throat, snapping his head back and kissed him long and wet, while pressing my knee into his balls, making him fill my mouth with agonizing moans.

"Is this what you had in mind, Juan?" I laughed, biting his lip and staring into his eyes, completely consumed by my new dominant side.

"Oh, God, YES, Mrs. Tremblay!" he groaned. "So good...you hurt me so good..."

I laughed and pulled away, walking to the center of the room as Juan slumped to his knees, a slight smile on that beautiful face. He stood on shaky legs and I pointed to the bed as an idea occurred to me. 

"On your back," I said with a snarl.

He smiled, obeying and I lay atop him, face to face, moving his legs slightly apart and mine together. I parted mine a bit and reached back to grab his insistently stiff cock and that beautiful pair of huge nuts. Pulling the entire package up between my legs, I scissored them together, crossing my ankles, his balls and dick a painful prisoner of the meaty clench of my thighs. I glared down into his sweaty face, which was a mask of pleasure and pain.

"That hurt, Juan?" I laughed, pulsating my inner thighs on his package, making him wince, his cock poking out of my hamstrings and slapping at my ass. "I think this is rather good exercise don't you? Squeezing...squeezing...squeeeeeeezing your balls in my strong old thighs!"

"Yes...God yes...oh my God, Mrs. Tremblay..." Juan babbled, burying his face in my throat, sucking the wrinkled flesh of my neck, making my body tremble and my thighs squeeze harder.

"You've worked me hard in the past several weeks young man, you've made my old legs quite strong and muscular!" I laughed. "Now it's coming back to haunt you, as I CRUSH your balls in my thighs!"

I thought I'd make him cum, feeling a river of precum ooze from his cock, coating my ass as it bobbed against it. I brought him to the edge, quivering my thighs now, the flesh slapping and caressing his trapped dick and balls. He was about to explode, sucking the meat of my neck into his mouth, when I stopped and rolled off, leaving him wide-eyed on the bed, frantic for orgasm.

"I wish to return to your ass again, Juan, you don't mind, do you?" I laughed.

"No, no, of course not, whatever you wish, my lady!" he cried, sitting up and grabbing his bag. "In fact...I took the liberty...well, you never know what my clients will like..."

I had no idea what he meant. Until he pulled out a harness, attached to which was a long, thick, black dildo! I'd heard and read about strap-on devices like this, but never gave it much thought. Now as Juan stood with it in his hand, blushing, a sheepish smile on his face, it's all I could think about

"My, my, my, young man," I sighed, walking to him and kissing him as I stroked the faux cock he held. "You are indeed full of pleasant surprises!"

He fit the device to my hips, smiling as he knelt before me, stroking it, sucking it into his mouth. I groaned and nearly came watching him, my bisexual Latino lover, so very eager to please his older mistress. I held his head in my hands, thrusting my cock in and out of his mouth, deeper and harder until he gagged as I forced every one of the 10-inch length of it down his throat.

"On your knees!" I heard myself snarl.

I took him from behind, it's really that simple. I slathered up the cock with baby oil, squirting some into Juan's tight rectum, and entered him. Slowly at first, until I was fully imbedded in his muscular, smooth ass, then harder, faster. I held his hips, pounding him with a fevered intensity, the base of my fake cock rubbing my clit and triggering a series of small, electric orgasms that made me cum that much harder.

I groaned, leaning over him, my tits on his muscled back, reaching beneath him to fist his cock. He screamed with pleasure as I fucked him wantonly, hard and fast, stroking his dick to match the pace of my fucking his tight young ass.

"OH MY GOD!" he screamed.

He came, into my other hand as I cupped the palm beneath the spurting head, feeling it fill with his scorching hot sperm. I laughed, fucking him slower and slower and then pulling my dick from his ass. I was possessed with power now, spinning him around and grabbing his hair, tilting his head back and positioning my cummy hand over his mouth.

"Drink up, slave boy," I hissed.

I tipped the hand, and a thick river of white streamed into Juan's mouth, which he eagerly held open like a bird waiting for his mother to feed him. He took it all, every drop, gulping and licking his lips. I mashed my palm to his mouth, his tongue lapping furiously, cleaning it. I bent, growling, and kissed him wet and deep, sharing the thick tangy load.




Orgasm Therapy Ch. 04



"You're a mess," I giggled, pulling him off the bed, leading him to the bathroom and my large, glass-enclosed shower. "I have just the thing to clean you off..."

My mind never stopped working, concocting, dreaming up new delicious dominations and I lay him on his back in the shower, straddling his face and squatting. My hairy bush was inches from it and his eyes were wide with anticipation.

I hesitated, unsure if I could push it this far. He read my mind, as always, smiling up at me reassuringly.

"Do it, Mrs. Tremblay!" he growled. "Piss on me!"

"Oh, Juan!" I screamed, unleashing the flow.

It jetted out of me, a thick, pungent, yellow flow of urine, hot and forceful, cascading onto his face, washing the cum away, then filling his mouth which he opened wide to take it in, closing to swallow and getting a splash of piss coating him from forehead to chin, soaking him. I pissed long and hard, furiously fingering my cunt as I did, cumming as I finished and then settling down on his face. His tongue speared my pussy, lapping up and down, gobbling up the rest of the piss there.

"Holy shit!" I moaned, slipping back over his stiffening cock and slipping it inside my pussy, bending to kiss his pissy face. "Holy shit..."

"Now THAT might be going too far, Mrs. Tremblay!" he laughed, causing me to roar at his scatological reference and then moaning as his cock filled me.

We fucked, long and slow, me riding him, capturing his cock in the grip of my pussy, clenching my ass and thundering up and down, until his balls exploded and I felt the jets of his sweet cream scorch my womb. It never felt better, and sadder; I looked up at the clock on the bathroom vanity. Our time was up. He saw me look and reached for my face with his hands, stroking it gently as his cock wilted inside me.

"I have...other appointments, Mrs. Tremblay," he said sadly. "I must leave you now..."

I smiled. And slipped him from me, sliding up his chest to settle my cum-laden pussy on his face. Juan laughed, graciously licking me clean, sucking his cum from my pussy, making me cum again. I dismounted, standing and turning on the water. We washed each other, gently, kindly, romantically, and then toweled off. He dressed to leave, pulling his tight white clothes over that insanely beautiful body.

"I'll miss you, Juan," I said, walking him to the door, holding it open, feeling a tear in my eye.

He turned to face me.

"No, you won't, Mrs. Tremblay," he said with a smile. "I'll be back. Free of charge. On me. It's the least I can do for my favorite client."

I beamed and hugged him, his hard body tense against mine.

"Not a client, not anymore, dear boy," I said, kissing him. "Not anymore. Friends, now. Friends and lovers."

I watched him go. And ached for his return.



Orgasm Therapy Ch. 05



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This continues this series of Anita Tremblay, 62, and her young physical therapist. This chapter contains scenes of playful female domination, lesbian sex, creampie eating, snowballing, golden showers and strap-on use.

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I was missing Juan. A lot.

The 25-year-old muscular, dark-skinned and incredibly handsome and well-endowed Latino physical therapist had been my constant for months. At 62, after enduring years of grinding bone-on-bone hip pain, I finally underwent successful hip-replacement surgery - and very successful and beautifully satisfying physical therapy with Juan, the most gracious, thoughtful and proficient lover a woman could hope for. He would come to my house regularly and service me in ways far beyond ordinary therapeutic methods.

We'd done things, so, so many things that I'd hardly ever dreamed about, or dared to, things that took me to sexual heights I never thought possible. He used his incredible oral skills, that magic tongue, lips and mouth bringing me to thigh-quivering orgasm, his fingers, long and slender, flicking their way into my sexual soul, engaging in anal sex - his and mine - and naughtier things like golden showers.

It was all so raw yet romantic, powerful yet gentle, animalistic yet loving. Juan made me better. And made me a better lover as well. How I missed him.

After years of being ignored by my executive husband, and sleeping in separate rooms, Juan's entry into my life, and other parts of me, was a blessing. But now it appeared to be over. My treatment was complete, the insurance benefits dried up, my heart breaking as I watched him leave that last, lustful day we were together. He promised he would be back, free of charge, as a friend, not a vendor of medical services. But it had been a week since then. A long week, that stretched into a seeming forever.

Then one day, he called.

"Where have you been?" I demanded, regretting the tone of desperation, then tempering it with "I mean...how have you been?"

He laughed, that lovely, light, lilting laugh that always put me at ease. I could almost see his dark eyes flashing.

"My friend, my dear Mrs. Tremblay, I've been very, very busy!"

"With...other female clients?" I said with a bitter tentativeness.

"My, Mrs. Tremblay, jealousy isn't a pretty emotion ordinarily," he said. "But on you, it's quite, quite sexy. On you, everything is quite, quite sexy."

I sighed, smiling. The boy knew how to charm, that's for sure.

"I've left my physical therapy group, and have formed my own," he said. "It's something I've always wanted to do, and it's been in the works for many months."

"Really?" I asked. "I didn't...why didn't you tell me? Not that it's any of my business, of course..."

"Well it is, actually, but I wanted to make sure I got it off the ground first," he said. "And one of my first orders of business is getting new clients, clients I've been seeing for awhile. And you, lovely lady, you are my first potential new client!"

"Potential?" I laughed, relaxed now. "No potential, dear boy, it is a reality!"

We talked easily and fluidly, as always, Juan filling me in on what he's been doing, trying to grow the business before it started, lining up clients, making appointments and hiring other therapists.

"I've hired a few select ones, very well trained, very skilled," he said. "One in particular I would like to bring with me, to see you!"

"Oh my," I said. "Is he anything like you?"

"No, not at all, in fact she is quite different from me!" he laughed.

My jaw dropped.

"She? It's a..she's a ..." I stammered. "Juan, you naughty boy! You were toying with me weren't you?"

"A little," he laughed. "Her name is Svetlana, a Russian woman, a young woman, 

very good at what she does."

"Is she as good as you?" I growled.

"Oh my, Mrs. Tremblay, in what way do you mean?" he laughed.

I froze, realizing what I'd just said made it sound like I wanted to be with a woman. Which in reality, was something I'd always fantasized about but never had the courage to act upon.

"Oh, no...no not...well, I didn't mean in THAT way, Juan, I meant, honestly I meant as a therapist, I..." I blabbered. "I didn't mean..."

"Hmm, didn't you?" he asked softly, voice thick and sexy and low. "Mrs. Tremblay, I am learning more about you all the time...you like the idea of a female therapist working on you, perhaps a female therapist and...myself, working on you..."

I gulped. Again, he read me perfectly.

"Uh, Juan, I...ummm, I mean...I don't..."

"Mrs. Tremblay, we've always been wonderfully honest with one another," that sexy voice continued. "Why stop now? I think we've opened the door to sexual adventure with you, and this...Svetlana and I, well that's just another logical step, isn't it? You strike me as a woman who likes to explore new things, at least that's been my wonderful experience with you..."

I blushed, smiling shyly, holding the phone away and looking at it, shaking my head. And knowing he was right.

"Juan, Juan, my Juan, you understand me so well," I laughed. "Honestly, I...I have always..."

"But never have," he finished for me. "Until now. Until tomorrow at 1 p.m."

"Which is..."

"...our first appointment under my new company, free of charge," he said. "With Svetlana as my assistant. I trust that will be to your satisfaction, Mrs. Tremblay?"

"Oh," I said, my voice warbling weakly at the thought of Juan and a beautiful young woman teaming up on me. "Oh my...I imagine it will be...yes...yes of course! 1 p.m. is just...just perfect!"

"We will see you then, lovely woman," he laughed.

I hardly slept a wink that night, counting the hours until my appointment.

I was fully functional by now, not needing crutches or a cane, just walking slightly unsteadily as my new hip got used to my body, so gone was the need to dress in baggy, dowdy sweat clothes I'd once worn for therapy. I showered, put on a little makeup and slipped into a light dress, baby-blue in color, cut above the knees, spaghetti-strap shoulders and low cut in front - and wearing no panties. I pulled my silvery hair into a pony tail and waited, nervously, like a teenage girl waiting for her first date. 

I heard the car pull in and looked out, and Juan, as usual, was dressed in sinfully tight white t-shirt and pants. From the other side emerged one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen, the lovely and lithe Svetlana, tall, six-feet it seemed, willowy but strong, dressed the same as Juan, the tight-fitting top accentuating perfect if not smallish boobs, but wearing a white skirt, short that accentuated her long, very long legs, lean and muscular and smooth.

My pussy tingled at the site of the two of them, and the thought of what the two of them could - and would do.

I raced to the door before they could knock, pulling it open. Juan beamed at me, those brilliant white teeth flashing, his handsome dark face lighting up.

"So good to see you again, Mrs. Tremblay!" he said, turning to the blonde. "May I present my assistant and new therapist, Svetlana!"

"My dear girl, how very nice to meet you," I said, extending a hand to the smiling beauty, her eyes light green, hypnotic, drawing me in. "Please, come in, come in..."

They did, and I noticed how even more beautiful Svetlana was. She walked by, my eyes drawn to her amazing legs.

"My goodness, Svetlana, you're so...statuesque!" I blurted. "And your legs, my God, they're so...stunning!"

"Sank you Meesus Tremblay," she said in a thick, incredibly sexy Russian accent.

"She is something, is she not?" Juan laughed as we stood in the kitchen. "And yes, her legs...she was a gymnast, and is in fantastic shape!"

"I'll say," I said with a leering tone, eyeing her up and down. "Well now..."

I suddenly felt awkward. When Juan had come before, it was under at least the pretense of physical therapy, which he did perform on the way to far more sexual exercises. Now, with the blatant promise of sex between the three of us, it felt a bit tense, at least to me.

And as usual, Juan read my every emotion. He stepped up to me, taking me in his arms and melting my apprehension with a long, romantic kiss. He stepped away, holding my waist, staring at me as I felt the air escape my lungs in a long sigh. Svetlana watched, smiling.

"Oh my goodness, Juan," I giggled, melting in his arms.

"No need to be nervous, Mrs. Tremblay," he smiled, as I noticed Svetlana looking on appreciatively, a smile on her own pretty face. "We are here to please you..."

"I'll bet...but where?" I asked softly.

He led me to the living room, and with a sweep of his arm said, "This should suffice nicely, and provide a nice break from the bedroom, where it may be too crowded for the three of us!"

The three of us. How naughty that sounded as I watched Svetlana spread out a very large quilted blanket on the floor that she'd had rolled up under her arm. She bent to straighten it out, her skirt riding up, revealing the bunched tight muscles of her hamstrings.

I groaned. Juan noticed.

"Beautiful aren't they..isn't she?" he asked, arm around me. "She's very flexible, too. Svetlana, show Mrs. Tremblay, would you?"

"Pleasure all mine," Svetlana said.

My eyes bulged as she stood on one foot and extended the other leg, that impossibly long, smooth, muscular and stunning leg, up, holding it in two hands, a perfect standing split - which not only revealed every inch of those luscious limbs but the tiniest white thong panty between them, barely covering what appeared to be a smoothly shaven pussy.

"Wow," I hissed. "That's...so...sexy..."

She smiled and dropped the leg down and slowly spread both, executing another perfect split, flat on the blanket, facing away, affording me the incredible view of not just those legs, but the most perfect, the most round, the most smooth, the most shapely ass I have ever seen.

"Oh my goodness," I groaned. "She's...incredible..."

"And a pretty good therapist, too!" Juan laughed. Now, shall we get you more comfortable?"

Delicately, he peeled down the straps of my dress, gently shucking it from me, dropping it to the floor and standing back to admire me, the way he always did, the way I always loved. Svetlana stood, nodding her approval, smiling as she looked into the thick thatch of my unshaven pussy.

Self-consciously, I covered it with my hands. Svetlana walked to me, smiling, looking into my eyes and gently pulling my hands away. She ran her long fingers through my pubic hair, making my entire body shudder, my eyelids fluttering.

"Beautiful, Meesus Tremblay," she hissed, kissing me ever-so-gently on the lips, a teasing first kiss, a flicker of tongue over them. "So natural, so lovely..."

She ran them deeper, and my body shook. She fingered me briefly, lifting them to our faces, licking them, letting me lick them, and smelling my scent, fresh and bright.

"So lovely," she cooed, stepping away.

"Now, let us get you stretched a bit, shall we?" Juan laughed.

They both stripped as I lay back, legs spread, waiting and marveling at their tight, young, beautiful bodies, Svetlana's lean and sinewy, Juan's muscular and thick. Between her legs was the loveliest trimmed bush, and between Juan's a hanging rope of soft flesh, long and snaked with a thick vein.

They knelt at my feet and slowly pushed my legs up, stretching them, holding them against their naked bodies, pressing into my thighs. I felt my slit open wantonly, the cool rush of air a contrast with the moist heat of my pussy.

"Very good, Meesus Tremblay," Svetlana said in that increasingly sexy accent, smiling at me. "You are coming along quite well."

"Isn't she, though?" Juan said as they both pushed into my legs a bit harder, my pussy widening, aching for touch.

And it came, both their hands dipping between my thighs, stroking my slit, Juan's nimble fingers entering me as Svetlana expertly clenched my engorge clit between her thumb and forefinger, gently and insistently, in a circular pattern on the oily nub.

"Oh...oh my God...you two...fantastic...just fantastic!" I growled.

With their other hands, they reached for my tits, tweaking and twisting my thick brown nipples with just enough force to border on hurting, that delicious demarcation between pain and pleasure, and soon, with the efforts of their four hands magically working me, and Juan's now rock-hard cock pressing against my thigh, I came. A gentle, but forceful orgasm swept over me, and I grunted, eyes closed, biting my upper lip as they worked me.

"Beautiful," Svetlana sighed, as she and Juan let my legs drop and she lay beside me, caressing my legs and pussy, licking the tit closest to her, closing her lips around the nipple to suckle.

"I think I will let Svetlana take over for awhile, Mrs. Tremblay, is that all right?" Juan said, sitting on the nearby couch, his long cock drooping between his young thighs.

"Oh...oh yes...Juan, of course, of course," I giggled.

Svetlana continued to nurse at my old breast, ignoring the sagging and slightly wrinkled flesh I had so long despised, as I looked down at hers, so firm, supple, smooth. She ran her fingers into my sex again, making me shudder, now mouthing the meaty flesh of my boobs, lapping them, devouring them, moving between and over to the other. And in the process, lying completely atop me, head bent to suckle my boobs, her shaven pussy mashed firmly against mine.

"OH MY GOD!" I shrieked, as she pumped her hips slowly, gyrating, her clit on mine, the pleasure decidedly different than anything I'd ever felt, and out-of-this-world wonderful.

I felt electric jolts course through my body as Svetlana worked her hips in circles, pumping her clit against mine. She slipped her left thigh to the outside of my right, and ground harder, more insistently, now licking up my chest to suck the warm fleshy folds of my neck, another area of my body I didn't like but which Juan had adored as well. She nibbled the meat of my throat, tongue washing over it, up and over my chin and into my waiting, moaning mouth.

My eyes were open, wide and wanting, locked onto her sultry ones. Our lips together, I felt hers twist into a small smile as she kissed me.

"This is known as tribbing, Mrs. Tremblay, when one woman presses her sex into another's," Juan said, his voice distant to me now as Svetlana continued to work me. "And this position, this is a scissors, legs entwined, and provides a good stretch as well."

It was, as Svetlana, my beautiful young Russian blonde therapist, pressed into me, my right thigh bending up, stretching, relaxing. She continued to kiss me for long, sexy moments, groaning into my mouth, chewing playfully at my tongue, thrusting her long one deeper and harder. She finally broke the kiss, leaning up but continuing to press down with her pussy into mine, pumping. My right leg was stretched up against her lithe body as she tribbed me, making me crazy with lust and need. She ran her tongue up my calf to the wrinkled sole of that foot.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, pumping up into her as she pumped down into me, our cunts, one hairy, one silky smooth, grinding, soaking wet, squishing noisily together.

She lapped at my heel, sucking it, licking up and between my toes, holding that foot in both hands, worshipping it with her mouth and lips and tongue, running it over each toe, then sucking each one like a small cock. It was pleasure like I'd never felt it before. I found myself screaming in one giant orgasm as she now slammed her pussy into mine, fucking me, harder and faster, cumming herself. Finally, it was over and she slowed her thrusts until our pussies, soaking and hot, lay flush against the other.

She pulled her mouth off my foot, gently laying my leg down, then lying atop me.

"Was zat good?" she giggled, kissing me.

"Soooooo good, Svetlana," I laughed, wrapping my legs around her, holding her close, feeling her pussy drip her fluids onto mine.

We kissed for a moment longer, then I looked at Juan sitting on the couch, that gorgeous young cock throbbing, rock hard and ready. I curled a finger at him and he laughed, shuffling toward me on his knees.

"I've never sucked a man's cock with another woman's help," I snarled, grabbing his and lapping the wet tip. "It's time."

Svetlana and I worked him, Juan's cock between our lips, fucking them, stroking back and forth, the back of his shaft thrusting against my puckered lips, the top against hers. We both lapped and nibbled that enormous meaty pole, down to his massive balls, each of us taking one in our mouths, sucking, licking, feasting on their fleshiness.

"Oh my God...Mrs. Tremblay...Svetlana..." he groaned.

"Not yet, young man," I warned, biting his ball until he winced.

I pushed Svetlana away and moved to grab Juan's hips, pulling him over my face. I was a woman possessed by now. In our previous sessions, I'd licked Juan's tasty ass and fucked him with a strap on he'd brought along. It was now time to do it all again.

"Oh my GOD, Mrs. Tremblay!" Juan roared as he sat firmly on my face, my tongue instantly skewering his beautiful, tight young asshole, devouring it, twisting my head around to drill him deeper and wetter and faster. 

I screamed with pleasure myself as now Svetlana nestled her face between my spread thighs, diving in, stabbing my wet cunt with that impossibly long, talented tongue, moaning as she pressed her nose into my clit. It was sensory overload as her beautiful mouth worked me, and mine sucked and devoured Juan's asshole, his long cock thrusting between my tits as I held them together.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!!" I screamed, Svetlana's superb tongue lashing me deeper and harder, now flickering up my lips, hers attaching to my clit, sucking it inside where her tongue lashed it. "FUCK!!"

I came hard against her munching mouth, squeezing my thighs shut on her ears, pressing my gushing sex into her, filling her with my juices, Juan's asshole pressed into my mouth, my tongue plunging wetly in and out of it, his cock thrusting between my tits. I finally relaxed my scissoring legs, releasing Svetlana's head and I felt her licking up my belly and attach her mouth to Juan's wet cock.

He leaned up a bit to allow Svetlana to blow him, pulling his ass off my face. I circled his hips with my hands and lifted my head up, spreading his cheeks and burying my mouth inside to continue feasting on his delicious young asshole.

"OH GOD!" he bellowed.

I heard Svetlana's low growl as she took his cum into her mouth, slurping, sucking, swallowing, the sexy obscene sounds triggering my own mini orgasm as the Russian blonde snaked a hand between my thighs, frigging my cunt. I screamed a muffled scream into Juan's muscular, smooth ass, licking and fucking his hole with my tongue, until we all went slack. Juan lifted his sexy butt off my face and I looked down to Svetlana's bulging with his seed, some oozing out the corners of her smiling mouth. A trail of cum traced down my tits to my belly, evidence of some she'd missed capturing.

I sat up, cupping the beautiful girl's young face, kissing her. She moaned, opened her mouth and let the thick wad of Juan's sperm sheet off her tongue, into my mouth. We kissed, deeply and wetly, sharing his load, shooting it between our mouths in a sloppy game of give and take until thick strands of goo hung from our faces. And Juan was right there, lapping up the residue, licking my face and chin and then hers, dipping his face to my belly and tits to clean up the rest and returning to our mouths to continue the gooey snowballing frenzy.

"Well now, that was interesting," I giggled, as the three of us kissed, kneeling on my living room floor.

"And now YOU, dear girl," I growled, pushing Svetlana to her back and kneeling between her spread young thighs, eyeing her juicy slit and the puffy, eager lips. "Time to return the favor!"




Orgasm Therapy Ch. 05



I pressed my mouth to her sex, inhaling her scent, lovely, warm and slightly musky, reveling in the magic moment of enjoying and satisfying my first pussy. Surprisingly, far from not knowing what to do, it came to me naturally, as I spread her lips in my fingers and gently ran the tip of my fluttering tongue up and down the silky wet folds of flesh.

"Oh, goodness, Meesus Tremblay!" she cooed, looking down at me with a wide smile. "You've never done dis before?"

"Never," I laughed, now inserting two fingers into her cunt, turning them up, pressing into her g-spot as I licked. "Am I doing OK?"

"Ohhhhhhhh yesssssss!" she hissed, body shuddering, her hands cupping my head, holding my face in place.

"And you, young man," I said to Juan. "Behind me, now, and get busy!"

He needed no instruction as he laughed and buried his face into the slightly saggy flesh of my wiggling ass as I ate Svetlana's pussy. His long tongue, delicious and hot, lanced into my asshole, his strong hands spreading my cheeks to allow him deeper entry. That tongue flashed in and out, deeper and harder, the dear boy moaning with delight as he feasted on his older lover's aching asshole.

Svetlana was close as I fingered and ate her, my tongue flickering like a lizard's over her greasy clit, engorged and thick, an easy target. I lapped at it, growling, fingering her cunt deeper, looking up over her slender belly and perky tits into her face, her head tilted down, her eyes closed. She grunted as she came, a rhythmic orgasm, timed to the thrusting of her hips and pumping of her gushing cunt into my mouth, her firm young thighs scissoring my head, squeezing hard as she ground it out against my face. I groaned in pleasure and slight pain at the force of those luscious, sexy limbs crushing me, licking, fingering, until she finally finished filling my mouth with her slick fluids and released her scissor grip on my head.

"You are amaaaz-ink," she cooed in that lovely accent, running her fingers over my face, wiping her goo from my chin and licking it from her fingers. "Like you've been doing it your whole life!"

I smiled at her then turned my head to look at Juan's face still burrowed between my cheeks.

"Young man, do be a dear," I said in a soft, dominant tone, "and fuck my ass!"

I felt Juan's smile in my bum, and he pulled out of it, kneeling up, his delicious cock rock-hard and ready.

"You like anal sex now, do you?" he laughed, stroking his dick, smearing the head and shaft with the copious pre-cum oozing from its thick tip.

"I love it," I growled, my head down between Svetlana's thighs, wiggling my hips. "Now do it!"

I groaned as he fit the tip to my well-lubricated anus, pushing slowly, gently but eagerly, the thickness filling me. It hurt slightly the first time we'd done this, but over the years I had toyed with my own ass with dildos, so the pain quickly succumbed to pleasure.

There was no pain now, none at all, as Juan held my trembling hips in his long fingers, pushing, slowly, inch by inch invading my eager asshole until his balls pressed against me.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed.

He did, powerfully, masterfully, romantically, leaning over me to lick the sweat that had formed on my back, up my spine to my shoulders, nibbling the flesh. His cock was pulsating inside me, thrusting in and out in a deliciously fluid rhythm. Svetlana had now twirled around, shuffling her lithe body beneath mine as I leaned up on my hands, taking Juan's pounding cock deep in my ass. She tucked her head between my kneeling thighs, lancing her tongue into my pussy, finding my clit and dribbling it with increasing rapidity. Below my face, was her own shaved, swollen cunt and I dipped my head down to devour it.

It was surreal. Juan fucking my ass, licking my back, sucking on my neck, balls slapping into my flesh, my mouth surrounding Svetlana's greasy pussy, hers suckling my engorged clit like a tiny, meaty cock. I was in another world now, caught up in the sexual swirl of my young lovers' expertise, and the world outside drifted away in an endless, mindless, beautiful orgasm, one after another.

And Juan came, with a muffled growl as he leaned over me, filling my ass chasm with his streaming spunk, sending jet after jet of his sweet seed into my accepting bowels. I ground down onto Svetlana's face, drenching it, and the dear girl returned the favor, cumming into my face with short, silky spurts of her own delicious cream.

Juan stopped, panting, kneeling up. I felt his cock wither a bit, slipping from my clenching rectal ring, and a flood of his sperm shoot out and down and directly into Svetlana's eager mouth.

"OH MY GOD! EAT IT EAT IT ALLLL UP!" I heard myself roar, sitting up, scrunching my hips down, thighs apart, fully sealing that gorgeous young mouth inside my ass pushing out Juan's load into it.

She gobbled it down, scouring my wide-open asshole with her tongue, attaching her mouth to it to suck out the last creamy drop of him. I swiveled my hips on her face, not caring as I grunted and rudely farted out the rest his load for my Russian lover to suck down with hungry gulping sounds.

Juan stood on shaky legs before me and I inhaled his gorgeous cock, cleaning it in my mouth, feeling the slightly flaccid flesh thicken from my sucking. Svetlana climbed out from under my ass and joined me, and we feasted on him, tonguing up and down the glistening shaft, holding his big balls in our fingers, kneading them.

"Did you bring the toy, Juan?" I growled, nibbling his cock head and running my fingers beneath his balls, gently probing his asshole, pushing inside, the dick hardening more.

He beamed.

"Of course, Mrs. Tremblay, shall I get it?"

I nodded, and as he retrieved the strap-on I'd used on his ass the last time, Svetlana and I kissed, kneeling and facing each other, massaging each other's asses, my finger popping inside her hungry butt.

He gently strapped the device to me, cinching the belt around my waist, the 10-inch black latex dick bobbing obscenely before me. Svetlana watched with wide eyes, retrieving a bottle of lubricant from her bag, greasing her fingers and massaging them into her asshole, sitting with legs spread, her pussy open and wet.

I stood up and Juan knelt before me, fisting my faux cock in his hands, twisting it into his mouth, blowing it, easily taking every inch down his throat, his dark eyes turned up to look into mine for approval. I gave it to him by holding his ears and jack hammering my dick in and out of his mouth until he gagged on it.

"Sorry," I giggled, pulling it out of his sputtering mouth. "I just love fucking your face!"

"And my ass, I assume?" he smiled, now kneeling on the blanket, ass in the air, Svetlana taking her place in the same position beside him. "BOTH our asses?"

"Oh God," I groaned, looking at both their magnificent young butts wiggling before me, anxious to be fucked.

I took Svetlana's first, driving my fake cock deep into her aching ass, making her scream with pleasure, holding her hip with one hand, and slapping Juan's with the other. He bellowed in delicious pain as my palm rained down on the sweet flesh, raising bright red hand marks on his cheeks, pounding into Svetlana's quivering rump harder and faster.

I pulled out of her and inched over to Juan, driving my bone home into his waiting ass. He screamed in pleasure as well, back arched, and now I held his hips in both my hands, flailing away at his ass with my dick, pounding, driving, thrusting in and out as hard as I could, making his whole body shake.

I was getting a little tired, so I leaned over him, my tits on his sweaty back, humping him and reaching under to stroke his cock, which again was hard as stone.

"I want Svetlana to fuck my ass now, Juan," I snarled, biting his ear and thrusting my tongue into it as I pumped his dick. "As you fuck my cunt!"

"Yes, Mrs. Tremblay..." he hissed breathlessly. "Whatever you want!"

"Yes, whatever I want," I growled, pulling out of him and taking pride in watching his asshole stay wide open. 

I'd heard about, and admit have seen, in clips online, this thing called "double penetration," a woman getting her cunt and ass filled with cock, and now I wanted it, desperately. Juan was his usual doting, helpful self, stripping the strap-on from my hips and fitting it to Svetlana's, then laying down to gently guide me atop him. I shivered as his massive, thick cock snaked up into my hairy pussy, him holding my hips and pumping up into me, and Svetlana, wetting the dildo with lubricant, shuffled up to my ass. And fucked me.

It was incredible, the fullness of it, Svetlana's pretend cock imbedded into my juicy asshole still relaxed and accepting from Juan's fucking it moments earlier, and Juan pumping up into my pussy with his very real one.

They were practiced, fluid, matching and timing their strokes. Svetlana would thrust into me as Juan pulled down, his cock escaping my cunt save for that deliciously thick tip and then as she'd pull back, he'd thrust up into me. Over and over in a deliriously delicious sexual synchronicity, they fucked me, pussy and ass, their entire combined effort devoted to my complete, drenching satisfaction.

"Oh my GOD, Juan!" I gasped, kissing the top of Juan's head as he buried his face into my hanging, sagging tits, adoring and worshipping them. "I have never...felt anything...like this...in my life..."

He smiled in the suffocating clench of my boobs, hands on my ass, spreading the cheeks for Svetlana's pumping dildo, and I came, over and over, long and hard, one orgasm morphing into the next in an endless stream, a mind-numbing and cunt-and-ass aching stream of cumming.

I barely felt Juan finally cum, so lost was I in the revelation of penetration, but did feel him slip out of me when his orgasm was complete, his balls spent. His dick, that beautifully shaped, hard dick, finally withered, limply plopping out of my cunt. Svetlana likewise pulled hers from my ass and we fell atop each other, panting and moaning.

"We are...a mess..." Svetlana giggled as she laid against me, her wet cock between my thighs, Juan's cum streaming out over it.

"We should clean up," Juan sighed, kissing me, framing my face in his strong hands, looking into my eyes. "The shower perhaps?"

I smiled.

"A golden opportunity, I'd say," I hissed.

I knelt up, Juan slipping beneath me to slurp my gooey pussy, sucking out his cum, as Svetlana stood before me. I growled, hoisting her cock into my hands, slobbering over it and devouring the cum that had streamed out of my cunt, blowing it. 

We all finally stood, Svetlana and Juan on either side of me, retiring to my spacious bathroom, into the huge shower. I turned on the water and steam filled the glassed-in space. I kissed Juan's cum-soaked face, tasting him and then slowly forced him to his back on the tiled floor. Standing over him I squatted, Svetlana helpfully holding my arms, steadying me. My cunt split open, the hair soaked and matted with cum, and I forked my fingers over the lips, spreading them open, looking down into Juan's waiting face. His mouth opened, eager, like a baby bird waiting feeding.

"Let it go, Mrs. Tremblay!" he groaned with desperately, his hands massaging my trembling squatting thighs. "Piss on me!"

I moaned, and did just that, unleashing a powerful torrent of scorching-hot piss, hotter than the water streaming over us, drenching his face, washing away his cum, filling his mouth. He growled, gulping, turning his head to catch every gushing drop of my golden juices, swallowing eagerly, the overflow streaming over his entire face, down his neck. I screamed in pleasure as I pissed, Svetlana's strong fingers twisting my nipples as she cuddled up behind me, grinding her cunt into me as I soaked my lover's face completely in my urine.

"My turn!" the beautiful Russian giggled, standing me up and turning, squatting on Juan's piss-soaked face. "Give it to me, Mrs. Tremblay!"

Now I stood before her, legs bent, thighs apart, directing my piss flow directly into her gulping mouth. Her hands cupped my quivering, dimpled ass, kneading the flesh, growling madly as she tried to swallow every drop of my golden stream, the rest splashing down her slim torso, into her cunt, and down into Juan's sucking mouth to mix with her own piss gushing out of her shaven slit.

I'd never had a more satisfying piss in my life, looking at Svetlana's beaming face soaked with it, and down at Juan below, practically drowning in the blonde's hot piss mixing with my own.

We finally stopped and stood up, embracing, hugging, kissing, lapping the piss from our faces and sharing it in the satisfying steam. We showered, soaping each other's bodies, Svetlana and I fingering each other to a thigh-quaking mutual orgasm as Juan rubbed our bodies, his cock brushing against us.

And then it was over. We exited the shower, toweled off and returned to the living room to dress. I watched my lovers pull their exquisitely tight clothes on, marveling at their beauty and youth, slipping into my own dress.

They gathered their gear and I walked them to the door. I kissed Svetlana, holding her tight to me, then slipped to Juan, his strong arms around me, his long tongue probing my mouth.

"Well, Mrs. Tremblay, I'd say our first appointment went well, wouldn't you?" he laughed.

"So very, very well," I growled, licking his ear.

"Shall we schedule another?" he asked.

"I may need a few days to recover," I laughed. "You've both worn me out."

"Call us when you're ready," he said, walking Svetlana out the door, my eyes following their luscious young forms down the walkway. "As for us...we are ALWAYS ready for you, Mrs. Tremblay!"

I waved goodbye, closing the door and wondering what other therapists the dear boy had in his employ.