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Sexual Therapy Ch. 01

By: JackLuis



I was bored. It doesn't sound very good, does it? No, I thought not, I wasn't too happy about it either. I had even gone to the hair salon yesterday and listened to silly womanly gossip just to be around people. It didn't help my feelings of loneliness but my red hair was now curly and shiny. I guess that was good. I had been in Oregon for six months now. I had moved up here to get away from the San Francisco Bay area and an unfortunate set of circumstances which I won't bore you with.

I had been a moderately successful Psychologist in California but had retired when I moved to Portland. My sister said it was a nice place and very much like the Bay Area, "it doesn't get too hot up here." She was right about that. What she didn't tell me is that it rains all the friggin' time up here. Oh maybe, I exaggerate, but I can't get out as much as I had in San Francisco which was driving me crazy. I had been spending a lot of time at the gym trying to get my forty-five year old body in shape, so I was intrigued when my friend Dr. Marsha Feingold asked me to take on a patient of hers.

"Karen, I want you to take over Derrick Kitrick's treatment," she said as she sipped her martini in the fashionable fern bar near her office. "Lord knows I like the money, but he is not progressing at all and I think it's because he needs so much help. I just can't give it to him. He needs to see someone three times a week or else he just backslides. " 

Marsha was really just looking after me. She knew I was bored and knew that was something that drove me nuts. Marsha had been a sorority sister of mine at the San Jose State and I loved her very much. I admit that when my sister suggested I move up here, Marsha was the deciding factor. Marsha was my exact opposite. She was small and dainty, I was tall and had been described as "big boned" by the most tactful of my friends. She was blond and vivacious. I had red hair and was not too sociable. That is a real problem for someone in my profession, but I got by.

"So what is his problem, Marsha?" I asked.

"Sexual deviations," Marsha said, knowing that would peak my interest.

"What sort of deviations are we talking about?"

"That's why I asked you down here. I want you to see him in my office this afternoon. You can tell me what you think." Marsha finished her second Martini and waved the waiter over for another.

"You mentioned money?" I asked.

Marsha smiled. She knew she had me. I'm not poor by any stretch of the imagination but Marsha knew I liked money.

She smiled at me. "Yes, there is money, Karen. Oodles of money. The Kitricks have tons of money and are willing to pay almost anything to get young Derrick fixed. I've been charging him two thousand a session." She giggled.

I gasped. It was unheard of to charge so much for an hour of what many times amounted to small talk. "How in the world did they agree to that?"

Marsha smiled at the waiter, who put the fresh martini she had ordered on the table and took away her empty glass. "Thank you Robert," she said and tucked a twenty in his apron. Robert grinned at her. "You are most welcome Dr. Feingold," he said and swished away.

Marsha watched him walk away. "There is another you might want to take on Karen. Queer as a three dollar bill and hard as a hammer." Marsha smiled at me. "I see him twice a month. He has very good insurance and his family wants him 'cured of his homosexuality'. I tried to tell them that it's not a disease, but the old man says he has to see me to keep his trust fund." She giggled again. "I've been giving him Hetro-therapy. It doesn't change his love of men, but it is marvelous for my libido." Marsha laughed out loud and sipped her drink.

"Marsha, it seems you have gotten mercenary in your advancing years. I remember you as being much more interested in the patient's welfare."

Marsha laughed and said, "Oh Karen I do have a lot of patients that I care a good deal for. Some of them I do pro bono so I have to make up for it by milking the others." She sipped her drink again and said, "Besides there are so many apple knocking farmers who have more money than sense up here, I just can't help myself."

I leaned back and sipped my Jamison's and soda. "I see Marsha, so why do you want to spin off such a lucrative client as Derrick Kitrick?"

Marsha put her glass down and looked at me seriously. "In spite of my rather frivolous manner, Karen, I am concerned for Derrick." She hiccupped and grinned at me in apology. "I can't be what he needs. You'll see when you meet him. Besides if you are only going to deal with a few patients you'll need ones that are a challenge and can pay you enough to make it worth the time."

"Well let's order lunch and sober you up a little before we go to your office," I said.

She grinned at me. "Sure Karen, you're the Doctor," she giggled.

I thought "Physician heal thyself," but kept my mouth shut.

Marsha was almost sober when we breezed into her office. Her receptionist smiled and said, "Doctor Feingold, Mr. Kitrick is here, I had him wait down the hall." A uniformed man sat in the office reading a copy of Guns and Ammo. 

Marsha smiled and caressed the girl's cheek. "Thank you Glenda. We wouldn't want him to smell up the reception area would we?" The uniformed man who everyone was ignoring snickered and turned the page of his magazine. 

Glenda gave her small smile and said, "No Doctor, but since he's your last patient today, may I leave now? I have some shopping I want to do."

Marsha smiled and said, "Of course Glenda, I'll see you in the morning." Marsha turned to the uniformed man. "Albert, this is Doctor Karen Peters. I'm asking her to take over Derrick's case. Will you inform Mr. Kitrick we will be out to see him in a day or so?"

Albert looked up and nodded. "He's going to Brazil in the morning. You had better see him tonight."

Marsha said, "I'll call his office and make an appointment."

Glenda made a fast exit and Marsha took me into her office. The office was much like Marsha, delicate furnishings and tastefully decorated in a feminine manner. Marsha went to her desk and took out a blue jar, dipped her finger in it, and applied some of the contents under her nose. She turned and said, "Here Karen, you'll need this."

I looked at the jar. It was Vicks Vapo Rub, "What's this for?"

She sniffed and said, "Derrick is less than pleasant. The Vicks masks his odor." She looked at me, "Now Karen I want you to be very firm with Derrick from the outset. He needs a firm hand and he will try to intimidate you, so put on you dominatrix face and just listen to me talk to him for a minute. Okay?"

I wondered just how strange Derrick was going to be, but put a little of the pungent rub under my nose and followed Marsha down the hall.

Marsha opened the door to a small office and went in. I followed her in and saw a young man about 22-25 sitting in a chair. The office was small and other than two chairs was completely empty. Marsha went directly to the window and opened it. She turned and said, "Derrick you haven't washed this week have you?"

I only got a small whiff of him but it made my stomach roll, despite the Vicks under my nose. He was vile looking. His hair looked like he had cut it himself with nail scissors. He was wearing a pair of slacks that looked like they had once been very nice but now were dark with stains around the crotch, a ragged tee shirt also stained under his chin and looked like he had wiped his hands on it after wiping his ass after defecation.

Derrick grinned at Marsh and then looked quizzically at me. "And who have we here, Marsha?"

Marsha frowned at him and said, "Please sit down Derrick. I brought Dr. Peters to meet with you to see if she would take your case."

Derrick didn't sit down but came closer to me smiling and picking his nose with hands that I wouldn't want anywhere near my ass much less my nose. He got close enough that I could smell his rank odor like a dead skunk.

"Sit down Mr. Kitrick!" I said in my most commanding voice. I had a former Marine drill sergeant for a patient and she showed me how to use my voice to intimidate. My command voice had made me a lot of money in San Francisco with the submissives.  

Derrick flinched and sat down. He wasn't smiling any longer. I could see fear in his eyes.

Marsha sat in the other chair, I stood behind her and put on my most disdainful look and waited for her to speak.

Marsha sniffed and said, "Derrick, I asked Doctor Peters to take over your therapy because you aren't making any progress with me."

Derrick sniveled, "But Marsha we were making progress." 

Marsha frowned. "Derrick, I've been treating you for six months now and every time I think we've made progress, you backslide, I'm afraid we have to admit that you need someone else. I know you have made some progress. You seem to have given up smearing your self with your own defecation and you no longer masturbate in front of people, do you?"

Derrick bent his head down. "Well, I did yesterday, Doctor," he looked up and smiled. "Mother asked me to do it so she could take my picture."

Marsha shook her head. "There, you see, you've made no progress. You know your stepmother is just using your affliction to blackmail your father. She doesn't care about you, Derrick."

Derrick frowned and said, "No, mother cares about me, she said she's the only one who does. Father only cares about his business. She wants me to be happy. She told me yesterday."

Marsha looked up at me and shook her head then addressed Derrick. "What have I told you about your stepmother, Derrick?"

Derrick frowned and looked down, mumbling something.

Marsha said, "Look at me and speak up."

Derrick looked up crying. "You told me that my mother doesn't care about my welfare. That she is only using me to humiliate my father and take his money. But, Dr. Feingold, she told me she does care and she let me smell her pussy and everything."

Marsha said, "Derrick, I've asked Dr Peters to take over your treatment. I just can't do it any longer. I hope she will, as the alternative is for you to go back into hospital."

Derrick looked stricken. "No, Doctor. I don't want to go back there and have them shock me and wrap me again." He fell to his knees and begged her. "No don't send me back there. Please, please Doctor!"

Marsha looked at him sternly. "Then you will have to do what Doctor Peters tells you to do, Derrick. I'm going to leave you now and let Doctor Peters take over. This will be the last time I see you, Derrick, and I hope you will get better. I really do."

Marsha got up and left the room. Derrick was on his knees and sobbing now. I looked down at him. "Mr. Kitrick, sit in your chair," I said firmly. Derrick slowly got up and returned to his chair. He was still crying and I felt sorry for him but I didn't let on. "Mr. Kitrick, if I am going to treat you, there will be rules," I said softly.

He sniffed and looked up at me. "Rules?"

I looked down my nose at him. "Yes, rules. The first rule is that before you come to see me you will shower and put on clean clothes."

He looked stricken. "But Doctor that would mean …" He stopped and looked at me. When he saw I was serious about the point, he sobbed, "Oh, Oh," and rubbed his hand on his trousers and wiped his nose on his ratty shirt. "Oh don't make me change clothes Doctor, it takes months to break them in."

I just stared him down and finally he realized I wouldn't relent. "The second rule is you will let your hair grow out."

His hands flew to his hair. "Oh no, Doctor, it tries to strangle me."

"Would you rather have it shaved then?"

He smiled. "Could I?"

"Yes, and the sooner the better. Can you get it done or do you need me to see to it?"

He thought about it for a second. "Maybe Albert could take me to a barber?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, but you will have to bathe and change clothes before you do."

He looked at his trousers and then at me pleading silently for help. 

"Yes Derrick, if you want to get your head shaved you will have to get clean or the barber won't even let you into his shop."

Derrick rubbed his hand over his thighs and whimpered but looked up at me. "Okay Doctor, but it will be hard to put on clothes that aren't my friends."

"I believe you will find Derrick that wearing clean clothes will help you make new friends." I kept my face stern and stifled a laugh at him.

His face brightened and he said, "I can make new friends?"

"You want to make new friends?"

"Oh yes Doctor. I want a good friend that will let me jack off and squirt all over him. Oh God it would be wonderful to have a good friend like that." Derrick's hand strayed to his crotch and he rubbed his penis thru his stained and greasy trousers.

I frowned at him and he slid his hand down to his thigh. "Derrick, I don't think that that is very friendly to masturbate on your friends."

Derrick got a grin on his face. "But I do Doctor. I like to jack off and shoot it on them to make them mine. Mother says that's the way to make friends. She told me that friends like it. Don't they?"

"Does your mother let you masturbate on her?"

He grinned and said, "Only if I'm really good. Then she lets me smell her pussy and her asshole. Sometimes she even shits on my chest."

He was rubbing his chest and smiling at the memory. He had forgotten I was in the room now and his left hand grabbed his growing erection and he began to stroke himself.

"Derrick, please stop pleasuring yourself. I want you to get a hold of yourself and…" Oh shit!" I thought "Wrong words" "Stop that!" I said forcefully. His hands stopped what he was doing and he looked at me resentfully.

"Derrick I will talk to Albert and have him take you home. I want you to take a shower and change clothes then Albert will see to getting your head shaved, Alright?"

Derrick apparently was thrilled to be rid of his hair. "Yes Doctor," he nodded and grinned at me.

I left the poor young man and went back to Marsha's office. She was leaning against the receptionist's desk looking through her mail. Albert was still looking at his Guns and Ammo. "Marsha I will take on the case but we need to do something to keep his mother away from him for a while at least."

Albert snickered but didn't look up from his magazine. Marsha nodded. "Believe me I have tried to get a restraining order and everything, but Mr. Kitrick won't go along with me."

"Why not?" I asked in surprise.

Marsha shook her head, "I don't know. Every time I've suggested it he refuses and won't even discuss it."

Albert snickered again. I turned and asked, "Albert, what is it you do for Derrick?"

Albert was in his late forties and seemed to be a powerful man. He stood up and I thought he was never going to quit unfolding from his chair. I mean I'm 5' 10" and there aren't many men I have to look up to, but Albert must have been 6' 5" if he was an inch. He had a square face, a bit rough around the eyes and his hands were huge. He rubbed his chin and said, "Well, Doctor, I look after the boy. Drive him around and generally keep him out of trouble."

"Does he obey you when you're out?"

Albert grinned and nodded. "Pretty much, Doc. He knows that if he doesn't I'll make him go back home."

I nodded. "Well, I told Derrick that he had to take a bath and that after he bathes and changes clothes, you would take him to have his head shaved."

Albert flinched. "His Daddy won't like that Doc."

"Why ever not?" I asked.

Albert shook his head. "I don't really know Doc. When he interviewed me for my position he asked me if I was a skinhead, you know a Neo-Nazi or whatever. I had just gotten out of the Army then and kept my head shaved. I told him that I kept it that way in the Army for sanitary reasons but he asked me to let it grow out if he hired me. I did because I needed the job."

"I see." I looked at Albert's hair. There wasn't much there at all. His hair line was receding and the rest was less than an inch long. "Hum, Well I think we'll let Derrick shave his head anyway. He expressed a fear of his hair strangling him and I needed a way to gain his compliance. I'll talk him in to letting it grow out again just enough so his father doesn't mind."

"Doc?" Albert asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"How about we wait until the old man leaves tomorrow and then I'll shave the boys head? That way the old man won't know about it. He's going to be gone a couple of weeks and by the time he gets back, Derrick will have a little fuzz."

Marsha laughed. "Karen, Albert has a point."

I nodded. "Okay, but he has to be made to bathe and change clothes today."

Albert smiled. "Thanks Doc, now maybe I can get the Lincoln aired out. The smell is horrid, worse than Baghdad in the winter."

Albert left to take Derrick home and Marsha told me we had to go see Mr. Kitrick right away. We left her office and talked in the car.

"So what is your diagnosis, Marsha?"

She glanced at me, then continued to drive. "Well, he is a real mess. His birth mother died from giving birth to him and Mr. Kitrick hired nannies to raise him. He seemed to be a pretty normal boy just a little shy, until Mr. Kitrick remarried when Derrick was about ten. His step mother made him dependent on her. I think it was a way for her to get a firmer hold on the old man's money. Anyway, his step mother warped the boy's mind and reinforced his behaviors. Finally Mr. Kitrick divorced her two years ago and she took a good settlement, but she refused to let go of Derrick."

I thought about that as we drove out to Mr. Kitrick's office. He ran an international food commodity import-export business and had an office down near the docks.

The meeting wasn't long or pleasant. Mr. Kitrick senior was in his sixties, wore a blue pin striped suit and had a red silk tie tight to his shirt which was loose around his gaunt neck. His hair line had receded to the top of his head but his sandy gray flecked hair was long almost down to his pinstriped shoulders. 

He hardly looked up from his desk as Marsha spoke. "Mr. Kitrick, I am sorry to inform you that I will no longer be treating Derrick. I have asked Doctor Karen Peters to take over his treatment."

Mr. Kitrick looked up and eyed the two of us, and asked, "Why?"

Marsha frowned a little and said, "Derrick just doesn't respond to me. I don't have the time to devote to him and he makes a bit of progress, then slips back into his old behaviors. Dr. Peters has just moved here and will be able to devote more time to him."

The old man looked me up and down and asked, "Are you qualified, Doctor? How do you see you will be able to cure my son if Dr. Feingold has failed?"

I smiled at him. I didn't want to but I did it to show that I hadn't taken his insult to heart. "Mr. Kitrick, yes, I am a qualified and certified Psychologist. I studied at San Jose State University and followed up at Perkins Institute in Cleveland. I have had 18 years of practice in the San Francisco area and thought I was retiring when I moved to Portland about six months ago. Marsha and I have known each other for many years and when she asked me to take over the case, I was a little reluctant. After meeting Derrick this afternoon however I saw that I had no choice. Your son needs a firm hand and a very concentrated regimen of treatment if he is to overcome the problems I saw this afternoon."

Mr. Kitrick sat back and looked at me for a second. Then he asked, "And how much is this going to cost, Doctor? I ask because I'm sure it will be more than Dr Feingold has been charging me."

I stared the old bastard down for a second. "I will charge you five thousand dollars a treatment session, Mr. Kitrick. I expect that I will have to see Derrick at least three times a week and perhaps more if he continues to back slide. I was able to get him to agree to bath and change his clothes before he sees me again. If he does that I believe he will make progress."


Sexual Therapy Ch. 01



Kitrick didn't flinch when I told him that. He sat back and said, "Doctor for five thousand an hour I'll expect miracles." 

"Mr. Kitrick, I will have to see Derrick for much more than an hour at a time. I expect that I'll have him for three to five hours at a time. He is not going to give up his neuroses easily. I was surprised that he agreed to cleaning up at all today, frankly I expect that he will not clean up or change his clothes at all. I will have to discipline him when he comes to me again. Do you consent to my disciplining your son?"

Kitrick nodded. "Yes but I hope you won't whip the boy."

I softened up a little and gave Kitrick my most winning smile. "I don't use physical violence on patients sir. I'll use his own neuroses against him. He will not be whipped or chained in anyway."

Kitrick nodded and smiled an evil little smile at me. "I'll tell you what Doctor Peters, I'll give you a check for $20,000 today as a retainer and you come back and tell me how he is progressing after I get back from Brazil. We will discuss your fees then."

I nodded and said, "That will be satisfactory."

Kitrick pushed a button on his phone and said, "Gloria, have a check made out to Doctor Peters for $20,000 and give it to her before she leaves. He stood and shook my hand. "Thank you, Doctor Peters, for coming to see me. I hope you can do Derrick some good. If he does clean up and start changing his clothes, I'd say it would be a miracle. Gloria will have your retainer for you before you leave. Now if you ladies will excuse me I need to get back to work."

Marsha said little as we waited for Gloria to write out the check and make her journal entry. Gloria handed me the check and smiled a little as I took it from her fingers.

Marsha and I walked out and had started the car before she burst out laughing. "Oh Karen I almost pissed my panties when you said five grand a session."

I smiled at her. "I had him when I told him that Derrick was going to clean up. Didn't you see the way the old goat's eyes crinkled a bit?"

Marsha laughed. "I'd say you owe me a drink now. How about we go see if Robert is still on duty?" She glanced at her watch. "He'll be getting off soon and we can give him his Thursday treatment. I really need a treatment."

I smiled at her. "You said WE can give him his treatment? Are you passing me another client?"

"No!" she said and glanced over at me smiling. "No, I'll keep him, but it has been a long time since we shared a cock. And he has the nicest cock in Christendom. It's smooth and not too big but he does know how to use it."

I had Marsha stop by a branch of my bank and deposited the check at the drive thru teller on our way back to the fern bar.





Sexual Therapy Ch. 01



"Yes Henri," Robert responded in the same disdainful manner. "We shall need a banquette for four."

Henri looked at Robert, then at Cherry, then he at me and then at Albert. His eyes widened and he smiled. "Certainly, I have just the thing. He gathered menus and held the drapes back, "This way."

Robert led Cherry thru the drapes and I followed with Albert. Henri came in front and led us through the dining room to a draped archway. He opened the drapes and inside I saw a booth covered in dark red leather with a linen draped table. Robert helped Cherry in and slid in beside her.

Albert tried to put me in first but I pushed him in first. He hesitated but then allowed himself to be seated next to Cherry. I followed and sat very close to him, bumping him over with my hip until he was very close to Cherry, who giggled and snuggled against his arm.

Henri watched with thinly disguised disapproval as we settled and then handed Cherry and I menus before giving Albert and Robert theirs. "May I suggest an appetizer? We have fresh oysters just in from the coast, and I suggest a bottle of chardonnay, perhaps a Mountain Crest?"

I smiled at him. "Have you any Stags Leap chardonnay?"

Henri smiled thinly at me and checked his list. He looked up surprised and said, "Yes we have four bottles." He smiled at me and I checked the wine list for a second and saw that Stags Leap was priced at forty eight dollars a bottle.

I nodded. "I think one bottle will be sufficient with, what two dozen oysters?" I turned to Albert and gave him a quizzical look. "Don't you?"

"Yes of course." He looked at Henri and said, "Just one bottle and nicely chilled." His voice was pitched slightly deeper and just a little loud, a command voice.

"At once," Henri said and left the alcove pulling the drapes so we had complete privacy.

Cherry laughed and said, "What a horrid little man."

Robert patted her hand on the table. "Forgive him dear, he's a little peeved at me. I disappointed him last week. He can be so needy."

Albert looked at me and said quietly, "I hope that you like chilled chardonnay, I didn't know what to say, I don't drink much wine."

I smiled at him and ran my hand along his thigh and squeezed his firm muscles. "You were perfection. Your voice was just right. I thought I heard his ass snap shut when you gave him the order." I laughed and ran my hand up and fondled his package a bit. I did a few flutters of my PC muscle and took a deep breath to make my breasts open my jacket so he got a little flash of cleavage. After all he needed a little stimulation too.

He smiled at me and ran his hand over my thigh snagging my skirt hem and pulling my skirt up so he could massage my nylon covered thigh about half way to paradise. I grinned and kissed his smooth cheek and took a deep breath of his cologne. I gave him another kiss on his neck and he quivered a little.

I must say that it was good for my ego to have him quiver from such a light kiss. He didn't react that much when I fondled his dick. I said, "You smell like a man who had dreams of fame and glory when he got dressed to go out."

He grinned and said, "And you have the tantalizing aroma of a continental courtesan."

I laughed and kissed his neck again and whispered, "That must be a euphemism for a French whore. Do you think I'm a whore, Dick?" I pinched his dick really hard when I said Dick and he groaned.

He blushed in the dim light and whispered back, "I have no idea what you are, Gwen."

I smiled at him and said, "Good, it makes the anticipation all that much greater." I ran my right hand up over his crotch and on to his hard belly then up onto his chest and squeezed his pectoral. His shirt was tight, I could feel that there was very little fat on him and he must be working out to be that hard. 

He took the opening and kissed me very lightly on my lips and nibbled a little. I pressed him for more but he pulled his head back and just smiled at me his eyes crinkling a little, then kissed me softly as a butterfly and ran his lips over my cheek.

I smiled at him and said, "If you will excuse me, I have a pressing appointment, but I'll be back. Cherry dear, would you like to visit the power room?"

Marsha was giggling but said, "Oh I need to myself."

Robert moved out of the banquette and helped Cherry stand up.

She pulled him down and kissed him lightly and started to squeeze his package before I grabbed her arm and hustled her out of the alcove.

In the powder room I toyed with my hair and checked my lipstick as Marsha used the stall. When she came out putting her panties in her purse, I looked at her and grinned. "Stripping for action already?"

She beamed back and reapplied her lipstick. "They're so wet, they're cold. I prefer a warm crotch."

I reached out and fondled her breast in the thin silk blouse and said, "I remember, dear, how warm you can be."

She giggled and snuggled against me. "Oh, it is going to be so much fun. Dick was so hard when you kissed him I thought his cock was going to jump out of my hand."

I looked at the top of her blond head and hugged her. "You were fondling Dick?"

She looked up at me and rubbed her cheek against my breast and grinned. "I was fondling them both." She giggled and stepped back. "You have got to feel Robert's cock, it's like iron." Her eyes were wide when she said that. "We need to get a room. I don't think I can drive and I don't want to wait much longer to get Robert inside me."

I looked at Marsha. She was starting to glow a little. "Look, you wait here and I'll go book us a suite. Then I'll come back and get you."

She just grinned and said, "No, I'll go with you. It will look funny a single woman with no luggage booking a room."

We took the elevator up to the lobby and a woman our age was at the desk. "May I help you, Madam?"

I looked at her and said, "Yes we'd like a room for the night, a suite if you have one."

She looked at me then at Marsha. "Yes, I see. Do you have luggage?"

"No, my friend and I are going to be just too drunk to drive and I thought we had better find a room rather than do something foolish." Marsha tottered a little and I grabbed her and steadied her. 

Marsha grinned and said, "I'm drunk already, a little." She held up her hand and showed how drunk she was by holding her thumb and forefinger a half inch apart and hiccuped.

The lady behind the desk looked at her computer and handed me a registration form. "If you would just fill this out. How will you be paying?"

I slapped down my Platinum American Express and smiled. "You do take American Express?"

She smiled and took the card, looking at it carefully. "The suite will be $350 a night." When Marsha said "Whoa?" the lady hastened to add, "But since we are so empty I can offer it for $265 a night, would that be satisfactory?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yes and thank you."

I filled out the registration card while the desk clerk ran a check on my Am/Ex card and found it to be valid and up to date. I handed back the registration form and the clerk filled in her part and turned to get us the key card.

I leaned over the counter and asked, "May we have two of those?" 

She smiled and ran another through the machine and handed them to me. "Here you are. Room 629, it has a lovely view of the river. May I help you with anything else?"

I smiled and looked at the gift kiosk. "Is the Kiosk open? I'd like to get a few things."

She smiled and said, "Let me get the key and I'll open for you."

She called a younger woman out of the back to cover the desk and led us to the Kiosk and opened it up.

I saw what I was looking for and picked out four packages and a couple of tooth brushes. I took them over and put my purchases on the counter. She looked down and saw I had four three packs of condoms and the tooth brushes, She looked up at me, grinned and said, "I'll add them to your bill."

I smiled and scooped the things into my bag. "Thank you, Oh can I charge dinner to the room too?"

"In the Dinning Room?" she asked. When I nodded, she said, "Just show the key card and sign the check. They'll add it to your room charges"

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Ms. Reynolds."

She glanced down at her name tag and grinned, "Enjoy your evening, Ms. Peters."

I grinned at her and said, "We plan to."

By the time we had gotten back to the table, Henri was serving the oysters and had the wine in an ice bucket. He bowed and I waved Marsha over to where I had been sitting and slipped in to trade places with her. Robert grinned at me and Dick frowned until Marsha hugged herself to his big strong arm and squeezed his leg. I slid around and bumped his hip with mine and looked at him.

Henri poured the wine and asked if we had chosen a main course. I said, "Henri, why don't you surprise us, you pick it."

He smiled at me and stroked his chin. "I have it, Salmon Wellington with steamed vegetables, served with a light Béarnaise sauce."

"Excellent!" I said, "Any dissent?" I looked around and everyone nodded. "There Henri, wasn't that easy?"

Henri smiled his oily little smile and said, "Madam," and closed the drapes behind him.

Robert picked up his wine and proposed a toast. "To spontaneity of friendships and of character."

I grinned and we all touched glasses and drank.

Robert reached out and fixed up an oyster with horseradish and lemon juice. "I hope you're fixing that for me," I said and put my hand on his arm. He grinned and put the shell to my lips and tilted it until it slipped into my mouth. He was nice enough to follow up with a kiss as I swallowed it.

I fixed one up for him and put the shell to his lips. He tilted back his head and took it in his mouth and sucked on it before chewing the oyster and letting me kiss him.

Albert was looking at me and I said, "Here try it like this." I fixed up and oyster and put it to his lips. "Now, my big strong man, let me put this delicately flavored soft smooth thing in your mouth." He grinned and tilted his head back and I slipped the oyster in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it. I kissed him and put something else smooth and slick in his mouth that was a lot warmer than a cold bi-valve. I pulled back and said, "Now do Cherry like that."

Cherry watched him fix an oyster and said, "I like a little cocktail sauce," then she tilted her head back like a baby bird and accepted the oyster from Albert's hand. He kissed her and she put her hand on his head and held him to her lips for a while.

We fed each other until the oysters were gone, laughing and kissing. Marsha was right. Robert was as hard as iron, but he was not nearly as big as Dick. I know, I checked, twice while exercising my PC and clitoris, feeling the heat of my vagina starting to build. I mean a girl has to work up her own juice if she's going to take responsibility for her own climaxes. I didn't intend to have Dick let me down if he was a little quick off the mark, you know what I mean?

Henri showed up and cleared the oyster trays and served our salad course. "Spring greens with blue cheese crumbles and Balsamic Vinaigrette," he said with some pride. I applauded and Robert joined me. Henri preened his pencil thin mustache and bowed his way out of the drapery.

"Gwen, I think Henri is going to be in love with you if you keep stroking his ego like that," Robert said.

I sipped the last of my wine and said, "Robert everyone needs some positive reinforcement from time to time. It does no harm and it makes him happy, so why not?"

Robert put his hand on my thigh and squeezed a little. "You are very tempting, Gwen."

I clinched up my pubococcygeus and looked at him, putting my hand on his and pulled it up my leg a little. "Oh Robert you're switch hitter like Slugger, aren't you?"

Robert slid his hand up above the tops of my nylons and ran his fingers along my warm flesh. "Gwen, I just might switch for you."

I snuggled against him and rubbed his chest. "I just might let you try it to see how it feels." I tried to flutter my pubococcygeus and did it just right. "Oh God ,I was going to have a good time tonight," I thought

Robert laughed and began to eat his salad, so I did too. By the time we finished our salads I was out of wine and the bottle was empty.

I looked at Albert's glass and he had barely touched his wine. I asked him, "Didn't you like the wine?"

"Well I'm more of a beer or Bourbon drinker," he said. "Would you like the rest of it?"

"Sure," I said. I had my tongue down his throat enough tonight that I figured I was already infected if he had anything.

Henri showed up and cleared the salad plates then said, "The Wellingtons will take a few more minutes, can I get anything for you?"

Marsha said, "A Beefeater Martini, double olive."

Dick said, "Jack Daniels over."

I said, "Henri please a Galiano, rocks."

Robert said, "Galiano, rocks, please Henri."

Henri nodded and disappeared. In a few minutes he brought our drinks and we sipped and chatted.

I opened with a question to Robert. "Dick was saying that he had joined the Army before you were born. What was it like to grow up with a big brother in the Army?'

Robert blinked a bit then said, "Oh I wasn't really thinking much about Dick while I was growing up."

Dick hastened to add, "I didn't come home much, except when I changed duty stations. I think I was only home a few times like when I moved from Fort Campbell to the 173rd in Okinawa. Of course Dad had moved to Oregon by then."

"Yes I remember," Robert temporized. "I was, oh six or seven and this big paratrooper came home and my father was so proud. I took Dick in his uniform to school for show and tell. He was a big hit." 

Dick smiled and added, "Yes I remember all your classmates asked me if I was a skydiver."

Cherry who was feeling left out of the conversation asked," So were you a skydiver?"

Dick looked down at her and said, "No, not at that time. I was more of a muff diver."

Cherry laughed and snuggled to his arm. "Oh Dick you're so naughty."

Dick licked his lips and laughed. "I'll show you my technique if you like."

Cherry giggled and smiled at him, "Dick you may have to wait in line, Robert has to go first."

Albert turned and looked at Robert. "Oh, I thought Robert was batting for the other team?"

Robert laughed and said, "Cherry is trying to get me to switch."

I squeezed Albert's knee and said, "You can demonstrate on me, Dick. You know to show Robert how it's done." 

He looked at me and said, "I'd like that."

I whispered in his ear, "So would I. That is if you can make your tongue as hard as your bat." I reached down and squeezed his erection and felt him quiver. 

Henri came in and served the Salmon we were all so hungry that we ate it quickly. No one talked much but there were a lot of busy hands under the table. Cherry almost choked on her Salmon when Dick got his hand all the way up to her pussy and fingered her. Robert was stroking me above the nylons and grinning at me.

We finished up and were all laughing and fondling when Henri came back to check on us. "I see you liked the Salmon," he said and cleared the table. He stood back and asked, "Would you like coffee?" 

Dick looked at me. I don't know if it was courtesy or his wanting me to take the lead but I said, "Yes double espresso's around. I don't want anyone to fall asleep after that marvelous meal, Henri."

Henri smiled. "No, of course not, Madam. Would Madam like dessert with the Café?"

I smiled at Henri. "No the espresso will be sufficient. Henri, thank you."

"As you wish Madam." Henri bowed and eased out of the alcove.

Cherry pulled Dick down to her level and kissed him firmly, "I'll see you later." She got up and came around and sat next to Robert. He grinned at her and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. She smiled at him and got up on her knees and was in the middle of a long and passionate kiss when Henri came back with the espresso.

Henri watched as Cherry wrapped herself around Robert and moaned a little. His face got a little tight when Cherry's hands went to Robert's chest and massaged him. He sniffed at Robert and passed out the coffee, putting a plate of chocolates in the middle of the table. "Complements of the house Madam," he said and sniffed again as Cherry released Robert and smiled at Henri.

I spooned a good bit of sugar into my espresso and added a lot of heavy cream. "Do you like espresso, Dick?"

"Yes," he said and sipped his black. "I acquired a taste for it in Italy when the Herd moved to Vicenza."

"Oh, you were in Italy?" Cherry asked.

"Yes. I did two different tours with the 173rd Airborne. First when they moved to Italy, then I spent a tour with the 82nd,  and then came back to the Herd just before they jumped into Iraq."

"You were in combat then?" I asked and he got very cold and looked out into the distance,

"Yes, but I don't want to talk about it." He sipped his espresso and looked at me and smiled. "I'd rather talk about you Gwen."

I hugged his arm and felt the big strong muscles in it. "I'd rather like to show you. They say that talk is not as," I licked my lips, "as satisfying as showing."

He grinned at me. "Oh I agree. I'd love to see all of you," he said softly and kissed my cheek.

I swear that made my panties damper than the pubococcygeus flutters I had been doing. I gulped my espresso down and said, "I got us a suite in the hotel so we wouldn't be driving drunk." I grinned at Dick and Robert. "I hope you don't think it improper of me?"

Robert laughed and said, "A suite? How very considerate of you Gwen."

I produced a key card and laid it on the table. "Cherry and I will go up to the room now. If you gentlemen will give us a moment before you come up I think it would be nice."

Dick slipped the key card into his pocket and kissed my cheek. "I think you have just made my evening Gwen." He kissed me on the lips softly for just a second before he pressed me back in the booth, fondled my breast and kissed me with more passion than he had exhibited before.

I caught Henri on our way out and signed the check for dinner writing in a nice hundred dollar tip for him. 

He grinned and said, "I hope Madam will return and allow me the pleasure of serving her again."

I gave him an 'air kiss' and patted his shoulder. "I think you can be assured of that, Henri. I loved the way you took such exquisite care of us. Can you send a bottle of oh, Jack Daniels, a bottle of Jameson's, and a bottle of Beefeaters up to the room as well."

Henri smiled and said, "But of course, with soda and ice?"

"Yes that would be perfect, Henri. You know what a woman needs." I kissed his cheek and got him to blush.

He smiled. "Madam is too kind."



Sexual Therapy Ch. 02



As Marsha and I rode up in the elevator I could still feel Albert's big hand on my breast. It takes a big hand to get all the way around my D cup breasts. I was thinking of his hot lips on mine. I was still a little vacant, exercising my vagina and clitoris, staring at the numbers flashing the floors and anxiously waiting for the sixth floor to come.

Marsha laughed at me. "Karen, I think you are in heat."

I leaned down and kissed her dainty lips and fondled her breast a bit and then said, "Oh, I'm defiantly in heat, Marsha. I want to kiss you all over for this today. I haven't had this much fun since we went to Mexico with those two stockbrokers."

Marsha laughed and said, "I still have the emerald ring Donnie gave me. Do you have the sapphire necklace you got from Bruce?"

"Yes. Whenever I wear it, I always think about how he was so apologetic as he gave it to me for being such a quick little bastard. He had a nice way of starting but after five minutes he'd fire his salute and then pass out. At least he wasn't cheap, I'll give him that."

"Well, you won't have that problem with Robert. Even if he does go off he stays nice and firm and you can venerate the Goddess all you want." The doors opened on the sixth floor. Marsha snatched the key card out of my hand, giggled and ran out of the elevator. 

Marsha had the door to Room 629 open and was checking out the two bedrooms on either side of the sitting room by the time I got to the end of the hall. I entered the room and was pleasantly surprised at the style of the décor. The colors were pastel and the furnishings were modern and comfortably overstuffed. A large flat screen TV sat in the corner of the room in front of draped windows. Marsha came out and looked at the coffee table in front of the love seat. She picked up a remote control and pushed a button. The drapes on the window swept back and I saw a lovely view of the river. The lights of the dock side sparkled in the water and it was gently raining, making me glad we had decided to stay here tonight.

She laughed and said, "Oh how perfect." Marsha pushed another button and the TV came on with a scene of a fireplace burning and popping with a lovely fire. She looked at me and grinned.

"Very nice," I said. I went into the bedroom on the left and found it had its own bath and a lovely king size bed, with pleasant décor. Soft pastels and there were bowls of potpourri that provided a soft and spicy aroma. I came back into the sitting room and grinned at Marsha. "We have everything we need, except the men." 

About that time the doorbell rang and I let in a waiter who brought in a cart with the liquor, ice bucket and a covered bowl. The waiter bowed and said, "Henri sends his complements to Madam." He opened the bowl and exposed a selection of nice chocolate bon bons.

I smiled and signed the ticket with a $20 dollar tip. "Please thank Henri for me." I just loved being generous with Mr. Kitrick's money.

Marsha put a bon bon in her mouth and sat on the loveseat playing with the remote. Music came on from hidden speakers and she flicked thru a menu on the screen to select an easy listening jazz program.

There was a knock on the door and Dick came in smiling. I went to him and kissed him pressing my eager body to his big strong frame. He reciprocated by lifted me up off my feet. I confess it takes a big man to lift me as if I was a dainty maiden. He did it wonderfully and I was glad as hell that he had the strength to do that. Robert stood there waiting until we finished and bent slightly to kiss my cheek before passing in to kiss Marsha and join her on the loveseat.

Marsha used the remote and caused the lights to dim in the room making the scene outside much more romantic. Albert took me in his arms and kissed me very lightly, then smiled. "Gwen, you are a very surprising woman."

I grinned. "Slugger, you are a very surprising man." I kissed him lightly on the chin. "I thought you were an old fogy when I saw you in Marsha's office. I guess it was the uniform." I slid my hands under his jacket and snuggled to his chest and looked up at him. "You're not so old after all."

He hugged me to him firmly and smiled at me. "You seemed to me to be a very attractive woman, but much too serious for me in the office." 

I smiled at him. "Well, now we are in a different setting, Dick." I smirked and pulled his hips to me. "Maybe we could start the introductions all over again, Slugger?"

He pressed his erection to my belly and made me contemplate my future before saying, "Shall we get a drink, Gwen, and have a seat?"

I smiled. "Why don't you fix us a drink and I'll go warm up a little dessert for you?"

He smiled and said, "But Of course, Madam," in the same manner as Henri had used at dinner.

I laughed and stroked his cheek, then went into the bed room and turned down the bed. I went into the bath and removed my jacket, the teddy and my bra. I slipped the teddy back on and grinned as my nipples tented the light silk. I brushed my hair and got it to float seductively around my shoulders. I pulled up my skirt and slipped off my panties and giggled to myself. I had on light tan nylons that had built in garters at the top. I thought about dropping my skirt but that was a little too much, even for me, at this point in our relationship. Besides, he needed something to fantasize about.

When I got back into the sitting room Albert was alone. He grinned and stood holding out his hand to me. I walked to him and kissed him lightly, pushing off his jacket. "I don't think you'll be needing this, Dick."

He laughed and laid it over the back of the love seat. "No, I think I'm warm enough."

I sat down and picked up my drink and sipped it as he sat on the other end of the loveseat and watched me over the rim of his Bourbon. I leaned over to set my drink back on the table. I know it was horrid of me to show that much of my heaving bosom, but it felt so devilishly naughty. 

He smiled and sat his drink down and pulled me close to him. I could feel the heat of his chest against my breast as he put his arm around me and nuzzled my neck. My pussy quivered as he blew softly under my ear and his hand softly rubbed my nipple, making it stiffen. He kissed me very softly on the mouth and leaned back, pulling me close to him and rubbing my bare arm lightly.

I looked up at him and rubbed his chest and belly softly. "You are surprisingly gentle, Albert."

He smiled at me and said, "Call me Dick." He pushed my hand lower on his belly down to his belt buckle. 

I laughed, opened his belt and unzipped his trousers, my hand finally finding his firm large penis under his black silk boxers. I touched it very lightly feeling the heat and soft skin around the tip with my finger tips. I grinned as his breath caught as I circled his shaft with my fingers and softly stroked it up to the tip where I squeezed him softly and slipped my hand off the tip and brought it up to caress his cheek. "I think I'll call you Slugger. I mean with a bat like that one, I'll bet you can hit a home run every time." I kissed him on the lips softly.

He pulled me around and laid me across his lap and kissed me softly on the lips and then on the cheeks. His large warm hand cupped my breast and made me gasp as he rolled my nipple in his fingers. He pulled back and said, "I hope you like it slow, Gwen. I love the anticipation."

I was lying on my back and had to bend my knees to put myself completely on the loveseat. My skirt slipped down my legs, exposing the tops of my nylons. He glanced down at my legs and ran his hand along the inside of my thigh on the nylon and looked back at me. He smiled and kissed me again. I pulled his head down and made him kiss me harder. His hand stroked my leg, never going above the tops of my nylons. Always light and teasing, it was driving me to distraction. My legs opened a little more and my hips lifted to get his long thick fingers to touch my naked flesh. He just chuckled and squeezed my thigh with his large strong hand.

I think he hit a nerve nexus or something because when he squeezed my thigh, I felt a hot flash run up my leg and spread across my crotch. I moaned and spread my legs, lifting my hips up and he gave me some relief from the burning by letting his fingers graze along the tops of my nylons. Finally he was actually touching me and his fingertips felt like fire or ice. It made me shiver and moan. The bastard laughed and I dug my nails into his neck and pulled him hard to my mouth.

Albert jerked up and said between his teeth, "Gwen, don't hurt me again. It causes me to react badly."

I looked at him and sat up. "I'm sorry Slugger, but you were teasing me so." I kissed him where I had driven my nails into his neck. "Come on and lay in my lap."

He sipped his drink and turned and lay in my lap. I reached across him and pressed my boob into his face as I recovered my drink. He smiled turned his head and kissed my nipple, then blew his hot breath against it. I took a big drink and leaned over and sat my drink on the table. When I pulled back I reached up and pulled the strap of my teddy down, exposing my full warm breast to the side of his face. He turned his head and sucked on my nipple, sending sparks over my whole breast. 

I rubbed his chest and squeezed his firm pectoral, then bent and kissed his chest. He was more than warm, hot in fact. I grinned at him and stroked his head and kissed him softly like he had kissed me. "There, is that better?"

"Yes much," he said and nibbled at my nipple. 

About that time I heard the door to Marsha's bedroom open and Robert came out with a towel around his hips. He grinned and said, "Don't let me disturb you. I just came out to get us a drink." He proceed to make a couple of drinks as I leaned down to kiss Albert while my hand stroked down his belly and into his boxers.

I heard the door close as Robert went back into the bedroom but I was concentrating on running my nails along Dick's smooth firm shaft and feeling him quiver and groan in my mouth. Here he was, a big strong man lying passively while I played my fantasies out in my mind and doing my exercises. How delicious was that? Finally he sucked my nipple into his mouth making me gasp as the heat of his mouth spread all over my breast and he rose up to spin and cup my exposed teat in his hand and with one hand behind my back pressed me to him very firmly.

He drew back and said, "Let's take this to the bedroom, Gwen. I need to touch and kiss you all over." His voice was a little husky, kind of like his firm chest that was pressed to my heaving bosom.

I know I use that phrase too often but it makes me feel good. Dick/Albert made me feel good too, or maybe it was the thought of Albert's dick that did it?

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Oh my God to have a man who could actually do it was fantastic! He laid me down on the bed and pulled his tee shirt off and slid out of his trousers, kicking off his shoes and then he bent low and kissed my exposed breast slowly licking the nipple and making me quiver at the thought of what he would lick next. He rolled me over, reached down and unzipped my dress, then lifted me up so he could slide it off. I helped him a little. Okay, a lot.

When he saw that I had no panties on, he grinned at me and bent over to kiss me softly on the belly. God! The quivers ran up my spine and back down to my tailbone. Then he put his knee on the bed and started kissing, nibbling and licking his way up my belly and over both breasts, taking the time to pull my teddy off and to suck and lick each nipple. Then he kissed my neck, just under my jaw. I almost climaxed.

He began to kiss me down over my throat and breasts. I squirmed with delight. He went down and nibbled my tummy and over my hipbones to the tops of my thighs. He pulled my leg up and slipped his hands under my nylon and pulled it up, kissing my thigh as the nylon slipped off. He kissed my leg and calf over my ankle and all the way to my toes. He sucked each toe while looking me in the eyes. His lips nibbled my leg and he licked my inner thigh almost to my quivering quim. I had my eyes closed and willed him to lick my dripping slit, but he went back up and removed my other nylon and sucked my toes and made me quiver a little so I didn't hold his lack of vaginal oral against him. 

He lay down beside me and cupped my breast and squeezed me softly. He kissed the nipple that was firm and extended, sucking it in and licking his tongue up and down and all around my aureole. I was moaning. It sounded like someone else was doing it but I could feel the vibrations in my throat so I figured it must have been me.

I had one hand on his head and the other was squeezing his chest and I couldn't bear it any longer and rolled up next to him. I kissed him hard and pushed him down on the bed and rolled on top and felt the heat of his body against me. His arms went down my back softly kneading my spine and my ass. He then pulled me up and placed my hips on top of his pulsing erection. Just the feel of it on my hot belly was exquisite. I pushed up on my hands and smiled at him. I said in a low and sultry voice, "Can you take a little more anticipation, Dick?"

He grinned at me. "Just a little, my red Goddess, just a very little more." His voice was deep and I could feel it vibrate his body as I lay atop to him.

I bent down and kissed him, straddling his hips and pressing my hot wet pussy to his hardness. I kissed my way over his chest and smelled his cologne and the smell of a hot man. The pheromones he was giving off were making me hotter and hotter. I kissed my way to his armpits and smelled the sweat mingling with his musky cologne. I licked him and noticed a few scars on his side as I kissed my way down to the tops of his black silk boxer shorts. His eager manhood was out so I grazed it with my lips and blew my hot breath over it as I unsnapped his boxers and drew them down his legs, kissing his thighs and pulling them off. 

I tossed them to the side and kissed my way back up his left thigh and blew my breath along his stiff prick until I got to the tip. I blew on it and it lifted up as he made a little noise. I was very tempted to suck him but after realizing that he was perhaps too familiar with Robert's anus I thought it prudent to just put my hand around his shaft and tug him a bit while blowing my hot breath on the tip.

"Crap," I thought. The condoms were in my purse in the bath room, so I kissed my way up his belly and chest and lay on top of him kissing his cheeks and lips softly. "Slugger, we need a little protection. Don't go away, okay?"

He hugged me and kissed me hard, then drew back and said, "Oh don't be long, sweetness, don't be long."

I kissed him and pressed my hips down against him. "Forty seconds max," I said and sprinted into the bath, found my purse and drug out all four boxes. I was back sitting on the edge of the bed in thirty seconds and damn! The boxes were sealed with cellophane and I couldn't get one opened. I was trying to chew my way through the wrapping when Albert picked up another box , pulled the wrapping off, pulled out a package and with a nip of his teeth had it out and was slipping over his cock.

As he rolled the condom down his stiff prick I straddled him again and he held his cock up, fitting himself against my eager vagina. I let him rub his cock up and down my slit and dipped my hips a bit so it teased my clit a bit, then pulled up and pressed it home. He lifted his hips and eased his organ in and out. The condoms he had opened weren't lubricated so it took a bit to get it in despite the lubrication I had worked up. I rose and fell until I had him about halfway in. Then I relaxed and lay down on his chest and kissed him.

"Oh Dick, that's nice huh?" I said and wiggled my hips.

"Oh fuck yeah." He thrust up a bit and let it slide out, then pushed up against me.

I kissed his neck and rocked my hips, feeling him rubbing against my G-spot. He was nice and thick. It felt so good. I rocked my hips and felt his gentle thrusting, slowly working it in. It had been more than six months since I had a penis inside me, and then it had not been as thick or as hard as Albert's. He had a very nice cock. 

Being a big woman has its disadvantages. My vagina was proportional to my height and I needed a nice thick cock like Albert's to fill me to the point where I could feel really fulfilled. As I rocked and sucked a big old hicky on his neck I felt fulfilled, particularly when his hands pressed my hips down and he got it fully into me. I felt delightfully stretched, oh how wonderful! 

His big hand took me by the hair and pulled my face up to his lips. He kissed me and drove his tongue into my mouth, dancing his tongue against mine and mimicking the stroke of his cock as he slowly pumped my pussy. 

I squeezed him with my pubococcygeus, he moaned and so I did a flutter when he was pulling out and caught him as he was just about to come back in. He stopped and said, "Do that again."

I laughed. "Like that, did you?" 

He gasped a bit. "Oh yeah, that was amazing. I've never felt anyone who could do that!"

I rocked up so the tip was just in the right spot and gripped him as hard as I could and almost climaxed myself, then did a flutter and moaned deep in my chest as it drove me close to the edge.

He rammed me hard and hung there groaning in his throat. Finally he relaxed a bit and rolled me over on my side and held me tight to him. "God woman it felt like you were going to strangle me." He stroked me a little and started move his hips, so I counter stroked him back and we rode the ecstasy special for a few minutes. He was sweating now and I guess I was too.

I pressed up tight to him and said, "Slugger fuck me hard, fuck me long, but fuck me Slugger," and rolled us over on my back. I had my ankles locked around his hips and felt him start to pick up the pace and length of his strokes. Fucking marvelous! His balls were slapping my ass and he was grunting as he hit bottom and was really ringing my bell. 

I gripped his dick as he pulled out and relaxed as he pressed it home. Then I changed and squeezed hard as he drove it in and relaxed as he pulled out. Blood Fucking Marvelous, as my British friends would say. My arousal meter was pegged at full maximum as he continued to slap his testicles against my ass. I was grunting as he hit me harder and harder and I felt his tension build. He was grunting and I stoked my own fire to come to an earthquake as he continued to pound me hard and deep.

I groaned and grunted as my pussy convulsed and I almost screamed thru a big one as he kept hitting the bell hard and then he jammed me hard and I felt his cock pulsing so I stroked him and did a flutter driving me over the edge again. He held me almost too tight for a long time and then he slowly relaxed as my legs released his hips and I fell back in pleasant exhaustion.

He had collapsed on my chest and was breathing hard and hot on my neck and I thought about how wet I was and how wet the bed was going to be when he slipped out. I kissed his cheek. "Slugger, while you're still so nice and hard, let's get off the bed before you pull out. I don't want either of us to have to sleep on a wet spot."

He rose up on his elbows and said, "Deal, Put your legs around me."

I got my legs up and held him around the hips and he rolled us over to the edge of the bed and rotated us so we were upright and he had his feet on the floor, then with a mighty grunt he lifted up and waddled us both to the bath room. I laughed and kissed him. "You are fucking something, man. I have never had anyone handle me so easily. I'm going to start calling you Super Slugger." 

I kissed him and squeezed his dick a bit with my pussy. He smiled and with both big hands lifted my ass up a little and lowered me slowly down his shaft. I giggled and kissed him again. I lowered my legs and reached down with my toes. He bent his knees and put me down so my toes hit the cold tile floor. I bounced on my toes and felt him slide inside me. Bless his big strong heart, he groaned and hugged me tight. 




Sexual Therapy Ch. 02



I tried to pull him out but wasn't tall enough to get him out, so I held him and bounced up and down on my toes for a minute. Finally he bent his knees and pulled away. His dick was starting to sag by that time and as he dropped away I felt my hot juices run down my legs and over my toes to the floor. It felt like I had lost a quart of fluid. I just hugged him and kissed his throat and rubbed my hands over his nice furry ass. 

His big hot hands were massaging my ass so we just stood there for a moment and felt each other. The afterglow was fading away and the floor was cold so I said, "Let's take a shower, Slugger."

He said, "But that will erase the nice hot smell of you. I like a sweaty woman's aroma."

I giggled and lifted up my arm so he could smell my armpit and he bent his head down and licked the edge of my armpit. I never had a man do that and it tingled so I thought I'd climax again. "Oh Slugger, do that again."

He licked deeper into my pit, his tongue hitting erogenous zones I never knew I had. I was quivering as he licked up the sweat then squatted a little and licked his way to my nipple. Fucking marvelous!

I pulled his head up to my face and kissed him softly. "Slugger you do surprise me, you really do."

He lifted me up with one strong arm and carried me to the shower and lowered me down, all the while kissing me behind the ear and sucking softly. He made me think of doing this over and over. I came back to the present when the shower sprayed cold water down my back and he held me in the spray until it warmed up. He laughed and said, "That made your nipples clinch." 

I pinched his belly and said, "Oh it made more than my nipples clinch."

He stepped back a little and rubbed my mound. "Can I feel?"

I grinned and said, "Please, but slowly."

He rubbed my clit and slid his thick smooth finger down between my lips and circled my opening a little then slowly, very slowly slid his finger into my vagina and pressed against the forward wall. 

I had my eyes closed and visualized his finger sliding against my G-spot, while I squeezed his finger a bit and thought of my clitoris moving back and forth against the pressure of his hand. I was almost ready to climax again but held it off, wanting to make this moment extend as much as possible. I mean I had a tall very strong man giving me pleasure and he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. I fondled his flaccid penis and reached down and cupped his testicles as we turned in the shower letting hot water flow over us.

We turned and fondled each other for a long time and finally I pushed his hand away from my pussy, gasping as his finger slipped up and hit my clit. I smiled and reached for the soap and began to massage his chest, "Slugger you are very good for my libido, but you'll make me climax. I want to feel you with my hands."

He took the soap from my hands and began to massage my shoulders and down over my chest, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. He said, "Gwen, I've never been with a woman like you before. You are so big I don't feel like I'm over powering you. In fact some of the time I feel you are overpowering me." He ran his hands up under my arms and down over my ribs. Then he stepped close and ran his hands over my ass, cupping my big butt cheeks and kneading them softly.

I hugged him close and kissed his neck. "Slugger, you do tempt a woman so. I might just keep you around a while." I felt his penis start to rise and press against my clit as I quivered.

He stayed pressed against me for a moment and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope so, Gwen, I really do."

We rinsed each other and dried each other off kissing and fondling for a while before putting on the nice terry cloth robes the hotel provided and went back to recover our drinks in the sitting room.

Marsha and Robert were also in their robes sitting on the love seat cuddling and sipping their drinks. Dick picked up our glasses and went to refresh them as Cherry was looking through the selections of videos on the big screen.

Marsha looked up at me and grinned. "Have a nice time?"

"Very nice, you?" I answered.

She laughed and kissed Robert, then looked at me and held up two fingers and giggled. 

Robert smiled at me. "Dick is very powerful isn't he?"

I grinned at Robert and made him move over so he sat between Marsha and I. "He actually carried me to bed. I've never had a man able to do that."

Marsha laughed. "Poor baby," she said, "men do that to me all the time."

I laughed at her. "Hell, I've done that to you. Your so small Mar.. er Cherry, even I can carry you to bed."

Dick came back and gave me my drink and sat on the arm of the love seat next to me. I sipped my drink and put my hand on his knee, squeezing a little. "Slugger why don't you show Cherry how big and powerful you are?"

He just grinned and said, "Like how?"

Cherry giggled and said, "Carry me to bed?"

Dick put this hand on mine and looked at me.

I grinned at him. "You can if you like." 

He squeezed my hand and said, "How about I just show her?"

I nodded.

Dick sat his drink down and walked around in front of the coffee table and opened his robe. He stood with one hand on each hip holding his robe open behind his hands and posed like Superman. Then his pectorals started to flex and jump first one then the other. He flexed his abdominals and squatted slightly and flexed his thighs, turned and flexed one calf muscle. Then he started flexing each muscle group in turn and had Robert swooning.

Cherry got up, pushed his robe off and walked around him feeling each muscle group and kissing them as he flexed and relaxed, working her way all around until she tossed off her robe and rubbed herself against his flexing muscles. 

"Oh God he's magnificent, an Adonis in the flesh," she said and she kissed his mighty chest as his flexing muscles made her head move back and forth as he flexed them.

I laughed and said, "Let's play Pirate."

Marsha laughed and fondled his mighty dick. "Oh yes, and I can be his love captive."

Dick looked at me questioningly. "What do you mean, play pirate?"

I grinned at him. "You've never role played before?"

He shook his head and put his robe back on. "Not that I know of."

Robert laughed. "Mar... er Cherry uses it all the time in her practice. I like it, sometimes she is the Pirate and I'm the love slave."

I grinned at Robert. "Oh, then you know how to play it. You can be the Captain and Dick the first mate. Cherry and I will be the captive maidens."

I got up and kissed Dick and squeezed his cock a little. "It's fun and most sensual." He grinned at me.

I said, "Robert, help me move the table." He helped me move the coffee table to one side of the room. I looked around and said, "Here is the scenario. The savage and lusty Pirates have captured two beautiful maidens and have taken them aboard their ship. In the captains cabin the tall swarthy Captain and the even taller more powerful first mate are deciding what to do with the maidens. The first mate asks, 'What do you want to do with them?' Okay that is how it starts. You guys take it from there and we temporize the rest."

I helped Cherry put her robe on and we stood together with looks of fear and panic on our faces. Robert walked before us looking down and waiting, he nudged Dick in the ribs. Dick looked up and said, "What do you want to do with 'em, Captain?"

Cherry giggled and said, "He's not very convincing, is he?"

I held up my hands in a "t" shape and said, "Time out." I went to Dick and kissed him softly, "Close your eyes and I'll give you your motivations." He closed his eyes and I stood on tip toe and whispered in his ear, "You are an English Pirate on the Spanish Main. You've been at sea for six months since you left the Tortugas and haven't seen a woman, much less been close enough to smell one. You have a cutlass in your hand and a dirk in your belt." I fondled his dick. "Your erection has clouded your mind as you look on the succulent maidens arrayed before you. Now give me a pirate's face and open your eyes."

Dick scowled and cocked one eyebrow up, then opened his eyes as I slipped back to stand before the two of them. "Action," I said and cast my eyes down.

Dick scowled and surveyed us, reached down and adjusted his cock. "Arg, What say you, shall we ravish them now or make them walk the plank?"

Cherry giggled. "Oh much better."

"Silence, Woman!" Robert said and squeezed Cherry's face. "If I want to hear you speak," he put his face so close to hers he could have kissed her as he said very slowly, " I'll make you moan."

She quivered in mock fear and cast her eyes down.

Robert walked up and down. Thinking of a line, he smiled and said to Dick, "I say we see just what Neptune has seen fit to send us." He pulled my robe open and let his hands lift one of my breasts. "Ah Ha! A comely wench, well formed and succulent."

"Aye Capt'n, she's a succulent morsel if I do say so meself," Dick replied.

I lifted my eyes and looked at Robert. "Oh, Sir Pirate, don't ravish us with your unspeakable lusts. We are genteel women and have not felt the thrust of a man before."

He sneered and squeezed my breast almost painfully so. "I told you to be silent woman."

"Yes Captain," I said.

Robert fondled my breast and said, "First Mate, come feel this excellent titty, don't she make you want to suckle?"

"Oh Aye Cap'n," Dick said, stroking my breast and rolling my nipple in his fingers. "I'd suckle that in a moment. And the other, what do she look like under those fancy robes?"

I thought that they had really gotten into the roles and wondered if it had been such a good idea. Robert had his hand on my breast and was rolling my nipple back and forth and looking me in the eye.

"Well if ye want to look at the wench do so, Matey,. Y'ha no need for my approval. Take 'er robe off 'er and we'll see what Neptune ha' brung us." Robert winked at me and leaned down and sucked my nipple.

Dick roughly yanked Cherry's sash down and pulled her robe open. "Oh Aye, what ha' we here," he said. "She be small but a succulent tasty morsel I say. What say you, Cap'n?"

Robert looked at Marsha, who proudly waved her breasts at them. "Aye, she's a tasty one, I'll wager. But I think I'll take me pleasure with the red witch here and let you have the small one."

Dick stood over Marsha and she quivered with excitement. She always liked playing Pirate more than I did, unless I could be the one ravishing her. "Oh Capt'n, she's nay more than a mouth full, but let me take her measure." Dick put his large hot hands on Marsha's throat, then slowly ran them down to cup each sweet little breast, playing with her nipples and pinching them softly. Then his hand ran over her belly and cupped under her mound. 

"Oh she's a hot little virgin; mayhap I'll see if her quim can take a marlinspike like mine." His finger split Marsha and she bit her lower lip and made distressed faces as his finger probed her 'virgin' vagina. 

His big left hand covered and massaged her sweet little "B" cup as he worked his thick stiff finger into her juicy little pussy. I watched it slip in deeper and deeper and wished he was doing that to me. I involuntarily tightened my own vagina and remembered the way he had fingered me in the shower not long ago. 

Robert saw me watching and licking my lips. He reached around me and massaged my ass and ran his finger down between my cheeks and stroked my bung hole putting just enough pressure to make me flinch and giggle. He said in my ear, "Just you wait, wench. I'll pleasure you until you cry for mercy, then swive you some more." His hand came back around and gripped my ass cheek which he massaged fairly firmly. He was being nice, I thought and kissed his cheek. He grinned at me.

Dick had his finger in Marsha's vagina and evidently was massaging her G-spot because she was humping against his hand and moaning, holding his wrist with her eyes closed and biting her lower lip. Dick pulled his finger out and must have flicked her clit because she flinched and moaned loudly. 

Dick looked at Robert with his evil scowl and said, "She be a virgin no more Cap'n, I've punctured 'er flower now. But now to see how she tastes, eh?"

Robert grinned and said, "Aye Matey, see how she tastes."

Dick opened his robe wide and leaned way over. I thought he was going to lick her standing up but he wrapped his arm under her robe around her hips and lifted her up, flipping her so her legs were up over his shoulders and held her upside down. Her robe fell off her arms on to the floor and her ass was up in the air. 

Marsha said, "Oh Dick," and reached for his cock which was just inches below her face.

Dick growled deep in his throat and wiggled his head from side to side in Marsha's crotch. I almost climaxed thinking about how it must feel to her. I couldn't see what he was doing but Marsha was moaning, and though her hair was streaming down over his crotch I could see she was gripping his cock as if her life depended on it. He made a sucking sound and then blew bubbles in her wet pussy, kind of like a Bronx cheer. She got very stiff, moaned, grunted twice and her hands fell off his cock and hung down limp.

Dick laughed and rotated her back upright, her feet dangling. He held her to his brawny chest for a moment, her eyes came back into focus as he let her slid down his chest. She found her footing with a little difficulty and wrapped her arms around his waist looking up at his face. He laughed and said, "Did y'a like your Keel haulin', little Cherry?"

She looked up and kissed his chest. "Oh yes, Dick, I'll let you haul my keel anytime."

Dick laughed and winked at me.

I was a little excited after that. I mean who wouldn't be. I was waiting for him to do that to me. Then I realized that Marsha weighed a hell of a lot less and was almost a foot shorter than I was. Robert didn't let me regret it too long though. His hand reached down to my mound and he rubbed it softly playing with the hair of my pubis and slipping his finger into me in just two strokes. I was wet and my vagina was a lot larger than Marsha's, having just had Dick's magnificent member plundering my treasures. Robert's finger was miniscule in comparison, but he rubbed my G-spot with some skill and made me moan.

"Ah ha another wet hot virgin deflowered by the Stallion of the Sea," he said and kissed me hard. My arms captured him and I hugged him as if he were Dick. "Oof, not so hard Gwen," he said. "We're only playing."

I blushed and humped his finger. "Sorry captain." 

He kissed me and said, "I've a notion to make her put those pretty red lips to use." He pulled me to the love seat, pushed me down on my knees, sat and pulled me up between his legs saying, "Unless y'a want to walk the plank, my pretty, you'll apply those luscious lips to me windlass."

I balked and looked up at him. I had a pretty good idea where he had been stuffing his pretty little peter and had no inclination of sucking half the assholes in the fern bar. Dick saw my dilemma and saved me.

"Capt'n, you've not any idea where this wench has been puttin' those pretty lips 'o hers. Remember we took some 'French letters' off that man-o-war last week. Have her just stroke y'er cock until I can get ye one."

Robert smiled, blushed and said to me, "I'm sorry Gwen, guess I got carried away." He turned to the First Mate and said, "Right you are Dick me lad, get me a letter and we'll see how she sucks."

I reached out and stroked Robert's smooth cock and thought about Dick's marlinspike while Dick went into the bedroom and came back with a condom. He unwrapped it, pulled up the reservoir nipple and put it between my lips. "Now wench apply that to the Cap'ns cock and show us your skills."

I grinned at Dick and put the condom on Robert's pretty cock with my mouth. Marsha gave me applause as I rolled it down his slim hot dick using only my lips. Robert gave me his appreciation as well by moaning with his head back, his hands resting lightly in my hair. Once the condom was on him I gave him my best sucking and licking. It took a while but he was so slim that my jaw didn't get tired before his climax came surging up filling the reservoir tip and I didn't even gag a bit. Robert was lying moaning as I sucked him dry, the tip filling like a balloon in my mouth. 

When I pulled back sucking, the condom came free of his rapidly softening cock. I pulled it out of my mouth and handed it to Dick, who tossed it in a trash bucket under the desk. 

Cherry was sitting next to Robert and said, "There, there Robert, aren't a woman's lips just as nice as a man's?"

Robert laid his head on Cherry's breast, sucked her nipple and nodded, his mouth being full and he was polite enough not to speak with his mouth full. I massaged his damp cock until it was fully flaccid.

Dick came over and gave me his pirate's scowl. "Alright me fine red crested beauty, let see if ye can take a good keel haulin'. I'm just the bloke that can gi' it to ya." He pulled me up firmly and threw me over his shoulder and carried me off to the bedroom. I waved to Marsha grinning from ear to ear.

I kicked my feet and hammered my fists against his firm buttocks and said, "Oh woe is me to be ravished by a greasy Pirate before my seventeenth birthday." (Well it was role playing.) Dick laughed and slapped my ass, kind'a hard. I squealed and hammered my fists against his ass again.

Then Dick lowered himself down before he tossed me on the bed, jumped astride my hips and held my wrists above my head and ravished my mouth with his. I fought him, well kind'a anyway, enough to make it seem like I didn't like being pressed to the bed by 250 odd pounds of hot muscle and big solid bones, but I let him tame me and kissed him back hungrily.

He pulled back, scowled and raised his eyebrow. "And now me proud red beauty, I'm goin' ta lick the sense right out of ye."

I beat my feet on the bed and said, "Oh sir Pirate no, no anything but you hot slippery tongue dredging my dripping love canal. Nay I pray that you don't ravish me with your hot solid fingers like you did my little sister Maude." He grinned at me and I smiled and batted my eyes at him.

He played the part well. I would have given him a Oscar for the way he started by nuzzling my neck and kissing me below the left ear, sucking the ear lobe and kissing and licking down under my chin onto my throat and up to the right ear. Then he worked his way down my alabaster throat and over both of my fine firm breasts, "(Okay, Okay it's just a act, they do droop a little but that's how I felt at the time). He held my wrists in a vice like grip and I actually couldn't move even a little bit and I tried. He sucked my breast into his mouth and licked the nipples, then sucked each nipple rolling his tongue over them and then released my wrists so he could kiss and lick his way down my abdomen to the fringe of my pubic hair.

He rocked over on one knee, opened my legs and leaned down and blew his hot breath over my mound. The heat was reflected by the rising heat of my steaming treasure box. He pressed my knees up further and spread me as much as he could, without splitting me from stem to stern and blew more of his hot breath into my pubic hair. I could feel his scorching breath all over my spreading pussy. Then his tongue tip licked me from almost my rosebud anus to the top of my slit. He did it so lightly that it was a ghostly sensation. 

I put my finger tips lightly on his head and softly felt his short hair like dandelion down on each side of his head. I was touching him as softly as he was licking me. I marveled at the idea that a man who was so strong he could manhandle my huge body like I was nothing more than a feather yet could be so tender and loving, touch so lightly that it felt like a fairy's kiss. 




Sexual Therapy Ch. 02



He delicately circled my clitoris and his lips surrounded it in hot liquid suction so softly that I never even felt the climax coming until the fireworks started to go off and I groaned and kept touching his soft hair, never grasping his scalp and ramming his face to my eager cunt. I did not even flinch when sparklers of red, blue and green exploded in my belly. His tongue stroked deeper into the fire and I began to shake and quiver as his tongue felt like it was licking my cervix. I gasped and a fire ball of many hues exploded when he sucked my clit and licked it with just the very tip of his tongue.

Every muscle in my body got so tense that I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't moan, couldn't even quiver as another fire ball expanded in my vagina. Eons went by as he held me in that expanding fireball and my soul burned in all the colors that emotion can imagine. I passed out completely with images of multi colored star shells exploding in my belly. 

I awoke in a dream. The little engine that could was climbing the hill. Like in the children's book but instead of smoke billowing out of his smoke stack he was spouting scintillating flashes of blue then red then green, blue, red, green, blue, red, green. Then the little engine exploded in a multi colored burst that expanded and expanded until it was covering the whole field of my vision. 

I heard a sound, lub-dub, lub-dub slow and steady, then I felt very warm and my toes were tingling and the tingling rose up my legs and concentrated in my belly, then rose up into my chest and I felt my nipples contract. Tingling and sparklers flashed off the tender tips and I felt my face aglow in their brilliant light and something was hot against my cheek. I moaned in the sheer pleasure of the feelings.

"Are you awake now?" someone said and I felt his voice vibrating on my cheek. I realized my face was on his chest, his arm along my back and he smelled of soap and sexy maleness. His huge hot hand stroked my back and I realized that I wasn't in heaven. 

I smiled, I was in Dick's warm embrace and suddenly it came back to me. I kissed his chest and said, "I'm alive but not fully awake. What time is it?"

"About one thirty, you've been out for an hour. I was getting worried but you were smiling so, I thought I'd let you rest," Dick said in a low and patient voice.

I kissed his chest and very slowly crawled up and kissed his lips. "Oh my hero, I saw God in all his glory and it was good." I kissed him again and felt down his hot belly and found his flaccid penis with my hand. I lay back down and snuggled under his arm. "Christ you made me... I was... I just can't describe it, Slugger. I was over the moon and... Well it was indescribably delicious. So powerful it knocked me out."

He laughed and I pinched him a little on his belly. "Ouch, what did you do that for?"

I kissed his chest and said, "You shouldn't laugh at a woman who can't find the words to tell you how wonderful you've made her feel."

Dick rubbed the spot I had pinched. "I wasn't laughing at you Sweetness. I was laughing with you. It felt so good to feel your reactions. You were tingling my tongue so hard I almost blacked out too."

I looked up at him, the light from the open bathroom door just let me see him grinning a little. "How could you feel the fireworks that were going off inside me?"

"I don't know, one minute you were all quivery then you locked up and didn't move at all. Your pussy started to squirt and my chin and chest were all wet then you were out like a light." 

He stroked his hand on my back and pressed me to him and I felt secure and he was so warm then suddenly hot and hard in my hand. I squeezed his cock and slid down and licked the soft hot tip of it. It tasted nice and I wanted to give him the same wonderful experience and so I let it slide in and out of my lips. I pinched it softly with my lips, just on the tip. He gave me a little thrust and I took more of it into my mouth and licked my tongue over the tip and rolled over to straddle his knees. Lifting his magnificent member up and took it deep into my mouth and stroked it in and out and licked all around the tip, my hand grasping his shaft and pumping it softly.

I smiled up at him. "Have you got a 'French Letter' there matey?"

He grinned and said," Oh Aye, I think there's one around here." He tore a package open and handed it to me. I put it between my lips and applied it to his stiff proud member with my mouth, sucking the horrid taste of the rubber for a moment before I crawled up and put him inside me, slowly working it in as if I were a tender virgin.

I felt the sparklers in my belly and tried to hold them off but as he sank into me and hit bottom it was too much to contain and I quivered and began to slide up and down on him. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me up a little and his cock hit my most sensitive parts. Sparklers began to fill not only my overstuffed vagina but were spreading up my belly and I felt my breasts begin to glow and my nipples tingled and began to give off sparkles of many colors.

You may well ask how, if my eyes were clamped shut in passion I could see or feel colors? I couldn't tell you but each color felt different and feeling in color wasn't something I had ever done before. I guess it is something you have to feel for yourself.

I slowly eased up so he was just in the mouth of my vagina and took a few deep breaths. "Oh Slugger," I panted, "you almost had me again." I squeezed his tender tip, almost squeezing him out of me. I opened my eyes and his face was moving as he felt my PC massaging his stiff cock. I grinned and pushed him in a little and concentrated on making him feel in Technicolor. 

That was a little better, to keep my eyes open, watching his contorting face and to know that I was master of this huge hunk of man. I began to feel the mastery that comes from taking charge and worked it ever so slightly in and out while making my pussy grip and loosen as he slid inside my hot pulsing love canal.

His head was thrashing from side to side and his hands were slack on my hips. I pushed back against him and took him deep and massaged his shaft, His head went back, pressing into the pillow, his hips came up and he quivered a bit. I laughed at him and slid him almost out of me and circled my hips as I took him deeper into me. He was moaning and it made me feel evermore powerful and as I hit the bottom of the stroke I laughed again.

His hands flexed and grabbed my hips almost painfully he growled and pulled me down on his chest and rolled me over on my back. He didn't support his weight on his elbows but crushed me to his chest, both strong arms around me as he began to thrust deep and long. I lost my breath as his massive arms held me to him and his powerful hips pistoned his rampaging cock in and out of me. I was starting to really feel the colors again and pulled him hard to me, my legs came up so he could make the sparklers bloom again and it was my head that thrashed back and forth as he hammered me again and again into the soft mattress. 

I felt his hot breath on my neck as he breathed through his teeth and little bits of saliva splattered my neck in his rising passion. I had my head back, my neck was arched so painfully that little sparklers were shooting up into my hair and I felt like they were setting my hair afire. His cock was hot inside me and I had trouble remembering that I wanted him to feel the colors as well. I was moaning and grunting as he hit bottom again and again. My breath was gone and I felt like I was blacking out from lack of oxygen when he made one final plunge and his cock pulsed and I felt the star shells starting to go off again in my belly.

He drew back and hit me again driving me so deep into the mattress that I thought my ass was in China. He withdrew almost all the way and plunged against me again, his cock pulsing another gush into the condom. I held him and he made another half hearted stroke that sent little sparklers pinwheel out into my vagina. I groaned and squeezed him for all I was worth and at last felt the multi colored burst as the finale exploded in my belly.

Dick relaxed his hold on my chest and I was able to take a few gasping breaths as his chest heaved against mine. He rolled me over to my side and at last I could breath without the pressure of his weight on my chest. His cock slipped out and I felt lava running across my thigh as my pussy quivered one last time. I kissed his lips and felt his surging breathing from his nostrils on my cheek and his tongue dancing a tango in my mouth.

"Oh Slugger," I gasped. "Did you feel the colors?"

He was breathing so hard he couldn't talk but put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me weakly to his hot belly and made a sound in his throat, that sounded like, "God yes," but his lips never moved, so I kissed him and we both drifted off into the afterglow.



Sexual Therapy Ch. 03



I woke up with a hot pussy, or rather something hot was on my crotch and I looked down. Dick was on his knees and held a very warm wash cloth against me, swabbing my thighs and very softly wiping away the residue of my lust. I grinned at him. He was concentrating on his task and touching me so lightly I shivered.

Dick looked up and smiled. "I'm afraid we made a wet spot."

I smirked and realized I was on the very edge of the king sized bed. I grinned and said, "What another one?"

He laughed softly and tossed the wash cloth onto the floor, picked up a hand towel and dried me gently then tossed it away. He lay beside me, very close and kissed my lips softly. He brushed my hair back and kissed me on the cheek. "I woke up and you were in my arms so warm, smooth and soft. I thought I was caressing an angel."

My breath caught in my throat and I croaked, "Oh Slugger you're going to make me cry."

He grinned and kissed me softly. "Where have you been all my life Gwen?"

I sobbed once and held back the tears that threatened to fill my eyes and kissed his cheek. "Damn Slugger you did, you've made me cry."

He smiled sweetly and kissed my breast and blew his scalding breath against my rising nipple. "Please tell me that those are from joy and not regret."

I pulled him to me and hugged him, and let my joy stream down my cheeks unashamedly. "Oh yes, Slugger, it is sheer unadulterated joy," I whispered in his ear. He held me softly, his hand stroked my ribs and I sobbed again. I decided that I couldn't hold it back any longer. I put my face to his neck and sobbed against him.

He rolled me against his warm strong chest and made little soothing sounds in my ear. That just made me sob all the harder and the tension that had been in my heart for the last seven months began to subside as I cried out the frustration of being cast aside for a thirty-something slut by my boyfriend of three years. That was really why I had come to Portland, to get away from the heartbreak of a broken romance.

Dick held me and made soothing sounds in my ear and I let out all the pain and frustration. I had to. I had it bottled up inside me so I poured it out on Dick's strong shoulder. I felt a lot better as I pulled back and laughed. "I hope you don't think I'm a silly woman Dick," I said as I wiped my face on the pillow.

"Silly? No, Gwen, you're not a silly woman. Fun loving and kind of screwy maybe but I never though you were silly." He smiled at me and kissed me softly, brushing the hair out of my face and making me cry again just a little. "I'm the silly one," he said.

I laughed a little and said, "You silly, I can't believe it."

He chuckled low in his chest and kissed me. "Yes, Gwen, I was the silly one tonight. I went into that bar figuring I was going to, to get a blowjob. Just to relieve the pressure and maybe find someone who could, I don't know maybe love me, if only for the moment? I'd never done that before."

I grinned. "Really?"

He smiled and pressed me close with his hand on my back, "It's okay if you don't believe me Gwen, but it is true. I'm not gay. It's just that I was so heartbreakingly lonely." He sighed and took a deep breath, 

"When I was in the Army there were all the other guys, I had friends or at least buddies, you know, I wasn't alone. After I got out and moved down here, I got the job of driving Derrick around and lived above the garage, alone. I had never been alone in my life, not really. 

"At first it was good. I could forget about the pain and fear. I thought I was happy, but Derrick isn't the easiest person to be around and I couldn't seem to make any other friends. I started to drink a little and wandered into a bar. Robert was friendly and he reminded me of so many of my boys that I had sent home in body bags, but he was alive and he could laugh and make me laugh and I guess I kind'a adopted him."

I smiled and nodded. He was trying to empty his own pain. I felt it as he snuggled closer to me. I rolled over and lay his head on my shoulder. I cuddled him and stroked his arm, kissing him on the top of his head. "Go on," I said.

"Well I was never very good with women. I guess I intimidate them with my size. I dwarf most all of them and they're so needy and helpless. I can't seem to find one who is confident enough to make up her own mind. I've had a few good relationships, but they never lasted. 

"Oh, I don't really blame them, I mean who would want to hookup with a man who might be on the other side of the world tomorrow, knee deep in blood, wiping his best buddy's guts off his face after a artillery shell had exploded and turned the man into chunks so small you couldn't tell what it was when you picked up the pieces."

I felt a hot tear drip onto my chest and I hugged him closer. "What about Robert?" I stroked his head and took a deep breath. I was now a Doctor again. Dick was so strong but even he had problems.

He laughed a little. "I first met Robert when he was working in a dive out near the Kitrick's place. I used to go over there to just be around people, you know. It was a dingy little place but the bartender had been in the Hundred and First and we talked about the Army and stuff. Robert was waiting tables and I got to know him a little. 

"Well, after a while we got kind'a friendly. I was sitting watching the TV one night and sippin' beer at the bar, right next to the waiter's station. Robert came up and said something, some kind of a joke. I wasn't paying attention so he pinched me on the side. He got me right on the spot where I had taken some shrapnel and it hurt really bad. 

"Next thing I knew, I had his throat in my hand, he was on his back on the floor and I was just drawing back to smash his face. His eyes were open real wide and he was just frozen there." 

Dick sighed and kissed me on the chest. "I looked in his eyes and he reminded me of Bobby Burton." 

I asked him, "Who's Bobby Burton?"

Dick looked at me and laid his head on my chest. "I had my hand on Bobby's neck wound and the blood was spurting out and he said, "Don't let me die, Sarge, a couple of times then he did." Dick sobbed a few times. "Oh Bobby," he moaned and held me real tight.

I stroked his head and held him to me. My own heart was breaking and I felt tears in my eyes, but I blinked them back and said very calmly, "Robert, tell me about Robert."

Dick sniffed and took a deep breath. "Well Robert's eyes were about the size of manhole covers, I got hold of myself and apologized and helped him up. I told him about the shrapnel wound and how he shouldn't fuck with me 'cause I could kill him without even knowing what I was doing. 

"He avoided me for a couple of weeks and then we got friendly again. Well he invited me to come lift weights with a couple of his buddies and I got to know them. Robert was hanging with a crowd of body builders then and I got along with them pretty good and it was nice to have some buddies again, even if they were a lot younger and sort of poofta, y'a know."

I smiled at his choice of words and said, "Go on."

'Well it was nice. I'd go and work out in the evenings and I was getting pumped up and Robert said I should enter this contest. He was going to enter in the light weight class and he thought I could do real well in the Light-heavyweight class. 

"I thought about it and thought it might be fun, so I signed up and we went to the contest down in Astoria. Neither one of us placed but it was fun. We went out afterward to a bar with some of the guys. Well, we were drinking beer and swapping lies when this 'roid monster comes over and starts picking on Robert. He kept saying that Robert ought to blow him because he had placed higher than Robert. He was obnoxious, you know how 'roid monsters can be."

I laughed and said, "I don't even know what a 'roid monster is, Dick."

Dick laughed and said, "It's a good thing Gwen, you wouldn't like the bastards. A steroid monster is one of those guys who take steroids, gets all pumped up and after a while they get real mean and anti-social. Anyway I got up and looked down at him and told him to buzz off. He looked up at me and said, 'Get out'a my face old man, I'm talking to the pretty boy here,' real hard like." 

Dick laughed and caressed my breast. "Gwen, I shouldn't be talking like this while I've got a pretty wonderful woman all naked next to me."

I laughed and said, "You can at least finish the story."

"Well there's not much to tell. I asked him who he was calling an old man and he slapped me real hard and said 'You, old man,' then Robert says I hit him three times, but I only remember hitting him the once, a good right cross that had him spittn' teeth and blood all over the bar as he went down for the count."

"Oh Dick, you didn't," I said and looked at him in an entirely different way. Here I was rhapsodizing about how kind and gentle he was and he was a bar brawler and a ruffian."

"Yeah, Gwen, I did. I told the officer I was real sorry but that he had triggered my Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and I didn't really mean to break his jaw or his ribs, although I thought he broke his ribs when he landed on the chair."

"The police came?"

"Oh yeah and Robert told them what happened and talked about how we ought to press charges against the guy for battery and all. But the policeman was an ex-paratrooper and said if I promised never to come back to Astoria he'd let me off with a warning."

I laughed. "So you can't go back to Astoria again?"

Dick rose up and said, "I guess if I was careful I could go back. Maybe we could go there sometime?" 

I smiled at him and said, "Perhaps, but tell me why you're not gay."

He grinned and kissed me. "Gwen, do I act like I'm gay?"

I smiled and said, "Well you were in that 'Cockpit' and Robert said he was going to give you a 'treatment' tonight, that is, before we spirited you and he away."

He grinned and said, "Oh yeah I got a little carried away didn't I?" He nuzzled my neck and lay down again. "Well, after Astoria I stopped lifting weights so much and Robert changed jobs. So I come down every once in a while to see him and hang around with guys. Some of them are pretty straight really and once in a while a few women come in and I thought it was a nice quite bar, no one gets frogie, so it's nice." 

"Yeah, a nice little 'cock pit'. Come on convince me you're not gay," I teased.

He smiled at me and kissed me on the lips. "It's your fault really."

I laughed. "It's my fault you're not gay?"

He chuckled. "No, that I was in the cock pit tonight Gwen. After I saw you in the office I was a little lonely thinking about you and how nice and tall you were and I thought maybe I could find a big woman. I took Derrick home and watched him get cleaned up and all. Then I went out to my place over the garage and it was empty, lonely really. 

"I hadn't seen Robert in a while and thought about how lonely I was and so I got cleaned up and on the way in I decided that Robert was perhaps my only friend and how I had never let him, you know? Well I got a little maudlin and figured if I was going to hang with the poofta boys maybe I ought to give it a try. Maybe I was denying myself. 

"I don't know I guess I was so tired of not having anyone who would show me any love I kind'a broke down, anyway when I got to the bar I told him that I had decided to try it. He got all excited and he got me excited too. Then he came over and said there was a big hot redhead that wanted to meet me and how he thought I could..." He stopped and rubbed my belly.

"Go on, how he thought you could, what." I asked my voice calm and even.

He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed me softly, "He thought I could get laid Gwen. He said, 'laid.' He didn't tell me more than that, only that you were older like me and that you were real nice." He kissed me and smiled.

I started to get indignant and then I realized that I had instigated this- well, with some help from Marsha. I laughed at myself. 

"Well, when I went to meet you, all I could see was your silhouette and then I looked down and there you were, but different. You had your hair down and you were smiling up at me. I almost shit myself. Then you told me to sit down and I thought I must be dreaming."

"No," I laughed, "You were thinking about my tits. You never looked into my face but once until I put my jacket back on. I patted his cheek, "Admit it. A nice bit of cleavage and a friendly voice and you were hooked."

"Yeah." He fondled my breast looking at it and kissed it softly. He looked me in the eyes and said, "But it was beautiful cleavage and then Marsha showed up and she had her tits out and my brain went fuzzy and you were both so nice and..."

"And you lied about Robert being your brother?"

He snickered and kissed me. "Well you were the one to suggest it and I just went along."

I moved his hand back onto my breast and said, "You were talking about my beautiful cleavage?"

He grinned and massaged my breast and kissed me again, put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Do you want to make another wet spot?"

"No, but if you get a towel we can keep the bed dry."

He chuckled and went to the bathroom. I looked at the clock and it was just a little after three AM. I grinned and thought that the espresso had done its job. I thought about the bon bons and got up and went to get them. There were only four left, so I took the bowl back into the bedroom and popped one into my mouth. 

Chocolate has a lot of caffeine and might just keep me awake for what I hoped would be another fireworks show. Dick was folding a bath towel over our last escapade. I put a bon bon in his mouth and climbed in to bed.

We snuggled down and pulled the covers over us and kissed as the chocolate melted in our mouths. We kissed, sharing the taste of the chocolates and warming up the old love canal. Dick was a little easier to stimulate. It only took my fondling him for a minute or two before he was hard and succulent.

He took his time and his big hands roamed my body softly, then more firmly. He kneaded my ass and stroked my back and ribs and then his hands started all over again. I rolled over on my back and he got the hint and rubbed me from my throat to my thighs. Finally he cupped my mound and his fine thick finger began to penetrate me. He pumped in and out and had me feeling little sparklers before he slid down and kissed me from my furry mound to my puckered rosebud. He wasn't light this time but he was gentle. I was feeling the colors before he slid up and kissed me hard and asked, "Is it okay if I don't use a condom this time, Gwen? I don't want anything between us."

I chuckled. "Dick, I'm not sure if we should chance it. I mean I don't want to get pregnant and I stopped taking the pill two months ago. Use one of the lubricated ones."

He kissed me. "Sure, Gwen." He turned on the light and found the right condoms, opened the package and got one on. When he mounted me it went in like I was hot butter. I groaned and held him in me for a second.

We slowly stroked in and out slowly and let the fireworks smolder for a while. "This is real nice, Gwen. It feels like we're made to fuck, like we've been doing this all our lives."

I snickered and said, "Well, put another log on the fire, Slugger. I'm going to fall asleep if you don't."

He laughed and picked up the pace a little and gave me the long stroke. Soon his testicles were slapping my ass. I had my legs up and was urging him to greater efforts saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Slugger ring that bell big guy," as he got into a nice steady rhythm and the pinwheels started to spin. I held him to my chest as he began to sweat. He drove it home and I was moaning in his ear and feeling the fireworks begin.

I realized that I hadn't been giving him anything extra, so focused was I on the pinwheels in my own belly that I forgot to tighten up on him. I began to work my pussy as he was sweating for my benefit and I felt him harden a little more. I clamped down hard on him and the pinwheels started to gain color. I heard his breathing getting more labored and I gripped him hard when he was pulling out. He whimpered a little and drove me harder. I gasped out, "Pull back a little, Dick."

He reduced his in stroke and wasn't penetrating as deeply. It felt good as I could work over his tender tip. I rolled my hips up so he was hitting my G-spot better and suddenly it all clicked and the fireworks began.

I gave him as much of a flutter as I could and felt the flood of my climax crest as he whimpered and pumped. "Oh God Damn! That's so good, Oh Yeah!"

He just kept pumping and I kept coming and fluttering my thighs. Finally I just gripped him as hard as I could and he drove it home, grunted, hit bottom and quivered against me. Then it was over except for his moaning and my heavy breathing. I relaxed and squeezed him again. He collapsed on my chest moaning and kissing my neck.

I let my legs down off his hips, took a deep breath and exhaled. "Oh Slugger, you rang my bell real nice."

He kissed me and gasped, "My pleasure, I assure you Gwen." He pulled out and I felt a hot flood gush over my ass. It tickled and I laughed breathlessly.

We lay there kissing tenderly for a while and I thought about what I was going to do with Slugger. He was obviously smitten. After all, I had given him what he had so desperately been seeking for years. As his breathing fell into a regular pattern and his hand relaxed on my hip, I realized that he had given me something I hadn't had since Billy Ray Genovese had made my sophomore year at San Jose State so memorable: vaginal fireworks!

I kissed my big sweaty lover and snuggled down and figured we could work something out.

I woke up without a dick between my legs. It was there when I fell asleep last night but this morning instead of it being all soft and pleasantly warm on my thigh, I found it gone.

The sun was shining and from the angle, it had been up some time. I glanced around the room and remembered where I was, what had happened last night and rolled over to find the bed still warm where Dick had been laying. I smelled his part of the pillow and massaged my mound a little remembering the fireworks and how I had found a man who could make my nipples sparkle in many colors. I laughed out loud and felt my laughter inside my pussy as my fingers searched for more memories of last night. Maybe I shouldn't be masturbating after Dick had worked his magic but I wanted to see if I could recapture the colors of last night.

I had my eyes closed to get into an Alpha state and was running a Mantra through my mind. My fingers cupped over my G-spot, almost feeling the colors form up when I heard a deep voice say, "Can I assist you Madam?"

My eyes snapped open and Dick was standing there in a robe with a cup of very nice aromatic coffee in his hand. The lump in his robe showed that he had been there long enough to get at least a little aroused. I blushed and pulled my fingers out of my pussy. "I thought you had gone," I said.

He sat on the bed and handed me the coffee. "I just ordered us some coffee and thought I'd better wake you." I slid up in the bed and my breasts lapped over the blankets. I reached for the cup. He grinned and took my right hand and kissed my fingers, smelled them like a man with a fine cigar then sucked them into his mouth and licked along side and around them. "Umm, nectar of angel, so lovely in the morning."

I almost spilled the coffee as my vagina sparkled a little at the soft way his wet tongue was licking my fingers. I giggled a little. "How long have you been up?"

He grinned and kissed my knuckles, then looked at me with a smile. "Only since I came in here to bring you coffee and found you playing 'Poky Poky in the Morning'. Do you do that often?"

I blushed again and took my hand from his lips so I could sip the coffee and get over the embarrassment of be caught at it. I sipped the coffee and found it overly sweet and heavy with cream. I grinned at him and thought he had watched me last night with the espresso and must have figured that I liked my coffee like that too. I didn't say much but sipped the coffee watching his big grey eyes as he devoured the spectacle of my 'D' cups hanging over the blankets. I didn't try to cover them nor did I try to hide the way they tightened up and tingled as I remembered how he had kissed them last night.




Sexual Therapy Ch. 03



Dick stroked my thigh and asked, "I repeat, do you do that often?" His eyebrows jumped a little at me and he grinned even bigger.

"No, not often," I lied. I rationalized that 'often' was every morning so three or four times a week wasn't all that often.

Dick smirked and looked at me then said, "Let me get my coffee." He got up and left the bedroom.

I leaned my head back and sighed. I had just gotten the sparkles to glimmer when he interrupted me. I tightened my vagina and felt the thrill a bit then thought that maybe he would want to bring forth the Technicolor like he had last night. My pussy was drooling at the thought of that when he came back and sat the tray on the bed stand and draped himself over my thighs with a cup of coffee, rubbing my tummy a little. He watched me over the rim of his cup very intently.

He sipped his coffee and caressed my belly and I was getting a little excited as his hand got closer and closer to my mound. I sipped my coffee and tried to get it down so I could get a refill and dilute the sweetness. When his hand finally touched my mound I quivered. He grinned and sipped his coffee some more, pressing a little harder so I felt the strength of his finger tips as he pressed them down and pressed on my love button a little.

I held out my cup. "Can you give me a little more?"

He sat up and grinned at me. "Coffee or...?"

I shivered a little at the idea but said, "Coffee for now. I like it black in the morning."

Dick frowned. "I'm sorry if I'm the wrong color, but I'll give you a little coffee." He poured me some, not filling the cup up too much.

I laughed. "I meant the coffee, black. You are just the right color Slugger. Kind of Dick colored." I smirked at him.

Dick put his coffee down and moved up so he could take my breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. "Have you ever had sex in the shower?"

I looked at him and smiled. "What, you don't remember last night?"

He grinned. "That was just fondling, Gwen. I mean real, pinned against the wall, head banging full penetration sex. The kind that makes you gush like a shower and makes you feel like you were melting down the drain."

I carefully put my coffee down, drew him to my lips and said, "Christ you almost made me spill my coffee, Slugger." I cupped his cheeks in my hands, kissed him as passionately as I could, then pulled away looking into his eyes. "No, but it sounds marvelous."

He smiled at me. "Neither have I, but I'd like to." He bent his head and kissed each of my nipples softly.

I kissed him lightly on the top of his head. "Then by the powers vested in me as your fairy Godmother, your wish is granted." I laughed and said, "Get up and I'll give it to you."

He got up. I threw back the blankets and he scooped me up in his arms without so much as a grunt and carried me into the bath room. 

As he took off his robe, I went and started the water. Last night he had held me under the cold water as the shower heated up and I didn't want that to happen again. 

His hands circled around me as I leaned into the shower and he cupped my breasts, pressing his mighty wand to the crease in my, I thought, large butt. He kissed my neck and said, "Ready for some wall banging?"

I turned in his big strong arms and kissed him. "Go get a condom, Slugger, and let me use the facilities." 

He frowned a little, then kissed me. He said, "Yes Godmother," and left the room, closing the door. 

I hurried to the pot and let out all the drinks from last night and thought about Slugger. I liked him and he did make me feel the fireworks, but he was just a chauffeur and I was a Doctor for god's sake. What had I been thinking?

I wiped myself and realized that I hadn't been thinking. I had been lusting. I had let my need for a hot hard dick in my needy body overcome my good sense. It must have been the liquor, I rationalized. Yes, that was it, I had been drunk and horny and Dick's big strong body had mesmerized me into what might be a scandalous affair. 

Yes, yes that was it, I had been seduced by a randy chauffeur and now I had to end this before... I laughed and realized that I didn't want to end this, at least not yet. I mean, there was all that wall banging sex in the shower and the thrill of being carried like a dainty maiden. 

No, there had to be a way to have Slugger light my fire and still prance around the AMA meetings like I wasn't a randy red haired slut with a raging libido. I snickered and opened the bathroom door to invite my wall banging Lothario in.