4 comments/ 37737 views/ 2 favorites Exstacy! Ch. 01 By: emily_hughs Amber sat at her desk, scanning through the selection of photographs on the screen in front of her and looking for some to accompany her current article, an interview she had recently conducted with a young, local soap star. Sounds of activity were all around her. She wasn't important enough to have her own office, and had to make do with a desk on the main floor. Not that this bothered her. It gave her the chance to catch up on the gossip from all the other girls, as long as she didn't have too much work to do. Today was a busy day, though. It was a Thursday, and Thursdays were her deadline days for her weekly article. Even though the next issue of the magazine wasn't due for printing until Saturday, the editor stipulated that her weekly celebrity interviews had to be finished and printed with the master proof on her desk by 4pm every Thursday. She already had all her text inputted and the page was laid out with headlines, subheadings and graphical placeholders where the photographs needed to go. All she needed to do was find the right pictures, insert them into the gaps and print the page. A job that could take her thirty minutes. Or three hours. With a sigh, she dismissed yet another shot. The girl's dress didn't go with the colour of the page background. She pressed the button to advance to the next image, and took a sip of coffee from the Styrofoam cup on the desk in front of her. Then, pulling a face, she spat it back into the cup. She couldn't stand cold coffee! Pressing another button to save a back up her work, she stood up, straightened her skirt and the jacket of her suit, and headed down the office to another desk nearer the door. The office was divided up into six or seven workspaces, each separated into cubicles by partition walls. Each workspace came with the same basic standard features, a mackintosh computer with scanner, printer and digital memory card reader, a waste paper bin under the table, a phone, a small filing cabinet and a couple of trays to keep papers. None of them were the same, though, as each individual had modified their own space to make it as unique as they were. Some people had added items for functionality such as additional hardware items for the computer, or a fax machine. Others had added items for recreational use. A radio or CD player, or even a small hand held TV. A lot of people had brought ornamental items in, such as potted plants, or framed photographs of the family. Apart from the basic standards, Stacy's cubicle had a small cactus plant, a photograph of her boyfriend and some posters and a calendar on the wall. She also had a stool that Amber had bought, that her best friend could use whenever she came to pay her a visit in her cubicle. "Hiya, Stace. What you working on?" Amber asked, as she pulled out the stool and sat down next to the short, blonde haired girl. "Not much. I've got an interview in half an hour for the Real Life column next week." She finished typing the sentence she was on, then swivelled round on her chair to face her friend. "I was just doing some research and background. What about you? What you working on?" "Still finishing up my last interview. Can't find the right pictures, though. Fancy going for a coffee? The stuff from that vending machine's awful." "Sure. I've got a bit of time." She pushed her chair back a little and stood up, pausing a moment to save her work and shut down the browser she had been using. Now that she was standing, Amber had a chance to get a proper view of that the girl was wearing. Unlike Amber, who went for the more formal option of a business suit, Stacy wore a casual t-shirt and tight denim shorts, lightly frayed at the bottom. The t-shirt had a relatively low neckline, giving a nice view of her cleavage, and the skirt she wore was very short. The girl looked like a college student looking to catch someone's eye, rather than a magazine reporter. Not for the first time, Amber allowed her eyes to run over Stacy's gorgeous young body. The 24-year old had long, shiny blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a fountain, and the soft, youthful features of a girl ten years younger. The t-shirt, though not tight, stretched over her breasts, and revealed a cleavage that made Amber want to lick her lips with desire. The shorts clung to Stacy's slim figure, closely following the shape of her body. Amber wished she had the confidence to take the risk and tell her best friend how she felt about her, but she was scared of what her reaction would be. "You gonna stand there and look at me all day, or are you gonna come and get that coffee?" Stacy asked, her face breaking into a smile that lit up her stunning features, and made Amber want her even more. "Sure. Lead the way," and Amber followed her friend through the office to the doorway, and down the corridor to the lift. The staff restaurant was almost empty when the two women got there. Not surprising, as it was too late for breakfast, and too early for most people to be taking their breaks. One of the editors from another department was sitting alone on a table near the kitchen, and a couple of the magazine's few male staff were sat together on a table near the entrance. Forgetting the trays, Amber and Stacy went straight to the counter and asked the woman there for two coffees. She was the only person serving, but sounds of washing pots and cooking food could be heard coming from the kitchen behind her. Amber paid for both drinks, and then the two of them went to find a table. "So, what you've got planned for the weekend?" Stacy asked, taking a tiny sip from the scalding hot cup of coffee and savouring the sensation as the hot liquid slid down her throat. "My sister's invited me down for a few days," Amber replied. "She's coming to pick me up tomorrow night." Amber was nursing her cup in her hands, allowing the heat to warm her fingers. "What about you?" Stacy was quiet for a few moments, staring into the dark depths of her coffee cup. "Stacy?" "Hmm?" she gazed up from her drink, and looked across at the other woman. "Sorry?" "I was asking what you were going to be doing." "I know, I heard you," Stacy replied. After another few moments she said, "I'm supposed to be going out with Sean. He's taking me to see a movie. Then he wants me to stay the night again." Stacy looked like this was the last thing she wanted to do. "Oh? That's good, isn't it?" Amber asked, a little confused. "I thought you liked him?" "I do," she admitted, and took another, longer sip of coffee. This time it burned her mouth, and she had to swallow quickly. "What is it, then? You don't like the sex?" "That's just it," Stacy confided. "I don't know. I mean, I do like sex. I've masturbated since I was a teenager, and I've seen plenty of dirty movies. But when I do it with Sean, I just don't seem to enjoy it." "So you mean you don't want him to do it with you? You don't like what he does?" "I don't know what it is. I want to do it, and I like doing it. But when I'm in bed, doing it with Sean, it just doesn't excite me. He thinks I came four times last week, but I had to fake every one of them." Stacy was staring into her coffee cup again, and looked like she was going to start crying. "Maybe you need some help?" Amber asked. What she wanted to say was that perhaps Stacy was putting her interest in the wrong place, that maybe she should try a relationship with a different kind of person. A woman, for example. Seeing how upset she was, though, Amber didn't think it would be a good idea. She might only succeed in driving Stacy away from her. "What do you mean?" Stacy asked. "Like a sex therapist?" "It might be worth a try," Amber admitted. Now she was pushing the idea, she was worried it might have the same result as her suggestion to try women. "Where would I find one?" Stacy asked. It looked to Amber like she was seriously considering the idea. "I dunno," she shrugged. "Try the Yellow Pages?" At that, both girls burst into fits of giggling. Between bursts of giggles, the two girls managed to finish their drinks. When they were done Amber returned to the office, while Stacy left for her interview. *** Stacy's interview lasted for about an hour, and when she returned to the office, it was about 11.00. She went straight to her desk and, opening up her word processing package, immediately started to write up her article. She had only been working for a few minutes when Amber came over with a sheet of paper in her hand. Pulling out her stool from under the desk, she dropped the piece of paper down on the keyboard in front of her friend and sat down. Stacy stopped typing and looked at it. "What's this?" she asked. "It's the proof copy of one of the classified pages of next weeks issue," Amber answered, stating the obvious. The word CLASSIFIED was printed at the top of the first column in large, bold letters. "I can see that," Stacy replied. "What you showing it me for?" "Column three, fifth ad. down," she said, and waited for Stacy to read it. The girl read it twice, before looking up to stare into Amber's face. Without saying anything, she returned her eyes to the page to read it again. "Ecstatic Sex, sex therapy with a difference. Lacking the spark to get you excited? Need some help getting turned on in the bedroom? If the excitement has gone out of your sex life, ring the number below and book a free introductory session. Even if the rockets are going off, give us a call and we can guarantee we'll send you to new heights of erotic pleasure." "Well?" Amber asked. After reading the advert for a fourth time, Stacy looked up at her again. "Are you serious?" she asked. Amber tried not to show the worry she was feeling. Had she offended her friend? "It's up to you," Amber stammered. "It was just a suggestion. But the first sessions free. What have you got to loose?" "I don't know," Stacy said, trying to sound uncertain. Even as she said it, though, she was trying to think where she could go to make a private call. "I need to start this article, though. I'll see you later." Amber nodded and got up to return to her own desk. Stacy was grateful that she'd left the proof page behind. Glancing round to make sure no one was watching, Stacy took her coat off the back of her chair and removed her phone from the inside pocket. Replacing the coat, she keyed the number from the advert into the phone, and then stored it to memory. Then she got up, pushed her chair in and, slipping her phone into her back pocket, headed out the office in the direction of the ladies room, the phone pressing hard against her rump in the pocket of her tight denim shorts. The toilets seemed to be empty when she entered, but she needed to make sure. She walked the length of the cubicle row, pushing at every door and was satisfied to discover that every one opened onto an empty toilet. Stepping into the last stall, she locked the door and put down the toilet lid. Then she got out her phone, sat down, and located the number for Ecstatic Sex. "Hello, Ecstatic Sex. How can I help you?" The girl on the phone sounded young, probably even younger than Stacy was. She hesitated a few moments, before making her move. "Hello," she started. "I've just seen your advertisement, and I'd like to book an introductory session." "That was quick," the girl on the other end of the phone said. "I think it only went in today." "It did," Stacy admitted. "I work at one of the magazines. I saw the advert on one of the master prints. I'm not too early, am I?" "Of course not," the girl answered. "Can I take you name, please?" "Stacy," Stacy answered. "Stacy Brooke." "Well, Miss Brooke, we have a vacancy today at 1.00pm. Is that too soon?" Stacy suddenly started to shiver with anticipation. Today? She'd had no idea it would be as soon as that. "S...sure," she stuttered. "It'll have to be on my lunch hour. How long will it be?" "Oh, you'll be done in less than an hour, I'm sure," the girl on the other end of the phone assured her, and set about giving Stacy directions to the clinic. Stacy returned to the office about five minutes later, and after sitting back down at her desk, looked across in Amber's direction. The other woman was hard at work on her article, and didn't seem to have even noticed that Stacy had left. Returning her phone to her coat pocket, Stacy returned to her own article. For about the next three quarters of an hour, Stacy typed in a semi-trance while she thought about what to expect at the clinic. She had never been to a sex therapist before, nor did she know anyone who had. What did they do? Would she actually be having sex with someone? Or watching people having sex? Or would the therapist just be talking to her? By the time it got to quarter to one, Stacy was shivering uncontrollably. She had no idea if it was from the cold, or because she was so nervous of what she was getting herself into. The windows were open, and she was quite scantily clad. It could just be the cold air blowing in from outside, but the windows had been open all morning and she hadn't noticed anything till now. "You coming to lunch?" Stacy looked up to see Amber standing next to her. She saved her work, and closed the computer down. She thought a whole hour was a bit long to leave it standing idle. "I can't. I'm meeting someone. Someone else I want to interview for my article." She got up from her chair as she spoke and reached for her coat, a denim jacket that matched her tight shorts. "I'll see you when I get back, okay? It shouldn't take the whole hour." She slipped the jacket on as she spoke, and lifted her long, shiny hair out from underneath, so it cascaded down the outside of her coat. The mid-day sun, pouring in through the open window, shone off the golden locks and highlighted her gorgeous features even more. Amber felt a throb of desire and a tingle between her legs. She longed to be able to take Stacy down to the ladies for half an hour and show her how to really enjoy herself. "Okay," Amber replied, once more resisting the urge to pour out her feelings and desires to her best friend. "I'll get you a sandwich from the restaurant for when you get back." "Thanks," Stacy said with a smile. "See if they've got one of those delicious chocolate fudge brownies too, will ya?" With that, she placed her hands gently on Amber's shoulder's and kissed her on the cheek. "See you later." With that, Stacy turned and headed out the door. *** Stacy sat in her parked car outside the large building that housed the Ecstatic Sex therapy clinic. The building was on a country road just outside the town, and looked like it was an old converted barn. Stacy looked at her watch, and considered again just driving back to work and getting some lunch with Amber. It was a couple of minutes off one. Finally, she gathered her confidence and, removing the keys from the ignition, opened the car door and stepped out. With a slam, she closed the door again and locked it, before walking up the drive to the front door. The gravel of the driveway crunched under her feet as she walked up to the front door. She climbed the step and pushed the bell, which buzzed shrilly until she removed her finger. A voice emerged from somewhere telling her to push the door, and she heard the click of an automatic lock being released. Climbing up to the last step, she pushed the door open and stepped into the foyer. Anyone knowledgeable of the female sexual organs would have recognized the clinic's analogy with sex as soon as they stepped into the building. The entrance hall was exactly the same shape as a woman's genitals. A short, wide entrance passage opened out into a rather large reception and waiting area, and two longer, but thinner passages curved off to the left and right. At the end of each of these passages was a door. The reception area itself was decorated and furnished in a Victorian style, with chandeliers and elaborate wall decorations. The receptionist was sitting at a restored Victorian mahogany desk, just in front of a central staircase at the back of the room. The staircase led up to a balcony which ran round three of the four walls, and Stacy could see doorways to several rooms all the round. The young girl on the reception desk looked about 18 or 19, and was busy with some paperwork when Stacy approached her. The two women were the only people in the room, giving Stacy the impression that business was rather slow. After a few moments, the girl looked up at Stacy and smiled. "Hello. Can I help you?" Stacy noticed that she was shivering again, and pulled her denim jacket tighter round her shoulders. "I have an appointment at one O'clock," Stacy said, managing to get the words out without stammering. "For the free introduction." "Ah, yes. Miss Brooke, isn't it?" Stacy nodded. "Fiona is upstairs with a client at the moment. Take a seat and she'll be with you in a moment." Stacy went over to the row of chairs on the left hand side of the uterus shaped room. Selecting one of the comfortable, velvet covered gilt chairs; she waited for someone to call her. Occasionally she thought she heard faint moaning coming from one of the rooms upstairs, but decided she must have bee mistaken. After several minutes, one of the doors on the upstairs balcony opened. Three figures emerged from the upstairs room. The first was a woman of about 60, with short silvery grey hair and slightly wrinkled skin. Despite her age, she was still rather good looking. She wore a pair of glasses on a beaded strap round her neck, and was dressed in a long dark skirt, a light yellow blouse and a long woolly grey cardigan. Behind her was a man somewhere in his mid-thirties wearing jeans and a casual shirt, with a faded brown suede jacket slung over his shoulder. The third person to leave the room was a young brunette girl in her late teens or early twenties. She was dressed in a medium length oriental bathrobe that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs and feet were bare, and she was showing a lot of cleavage through the open V-neck of her robe. She looked a little flushed, as if she had recently been exerting herself. As the trio came down the stairs, Stacy heard the grey haired woman talking to the young man. "If you see Elizabeth on the desk, she'll make you an appointment for next week. And remember to experiment with what we showed you. We'll discuss it on your next visit." The man said something quietly in acknowledgment that Stacy couldn't hear, and then went over to the reception desk. The young girl walked past Stacy, giving her a suggestive smile, and carried on down the left hand passage and through the door at the end. The older woman approached Stacy. "You must be Stacy," the woman said, extending her hand as the young woman got to her feet. "I'm Fiona Waterman." "Pleased to meet you, Mrs Waterman," Stacy said as she stood up, her nervousness making her more formal than she would normally be. She took the offered hand as the woman continued to speak. "The relationships we have with our clients are rather more intimate than most, Stacy," Fiona explained as she pointed her in the direction of the right hand passage. "For that reason, we prefer to operate on a first name basis." Stacy nodded as Fiona opened the door onto a short passage, also decorated in a Victorian style. There were several doors along the length of the passage, but Fiona opened the one closest to the door they had just come through. The room inside was set out a little like a Victorian study, with a desk similar to the one in the reception area on one side. There was a selection of more comfortable chairs closer to the middle, of the room, including sofas, benches and gilt chairs. Fiona walked over to the desk and, sitting down in her own chair, indicated that Stacy should take the seat on the opposite side of the desk. Exstacy! Ch. 01 "First, let me welcome you to Ecstatic Sex," the woman began. "This is a sex clinic with a difference, and everyone who joins us is guaranteed a greatly improved sex live. The idea of this introductory session is to demonstrate some of our techniques, and answer any questions you might have. I'd also like to ask you some questions, in order to help us plan future sessions if you decide to join us. "The easiest way to tell you about our methods is to show you some demonstrations, and I'll start that in a minute. Basically, though, we believe that the way to better sex is through mental as well as physical stimulation. Your body is only part of your sexual being, and until you are able to understand that you will never be able to reach you full erotic potential." Stacy was gradually beginning to get worried as she sat and listened to this woman's speech. It sounded as if she had found her way into a cult of sexual hippies, and she wasn't sure she felt completely comfortable with the idea. She decided against saying anything at the moment, though, and just smiled and nodded. "The first thing I'd like to do," the woman continued, "is to demonstrate what I am talking about. I'm going to do this by inserting a probe into your vagina." Stacy tried to hide her feelings of shock and surprise at this statement, but whether or not she was successful the therapist took no notice. Instead, she opened one of the drawers in her desk and removed a hairbrush, which she placed on the table. "This is the probe we will be using," Fiona continued, as she returned to the drawer. Stacy stared at the implement on the table in rising horror. The hairbrush was the kind that had bristles all the way round, and Stacy had the horrible feeling that it was this end that the older woman planned to stick inside her pussy. Her fear grew as the woman also removed a blindfold from the drawer, and placed it on the table next to the brush. Then she closed the drawer. Even though the thought of what was possibly about to happen terrified Stacy, she couldn't help but notice the throbbing between her legs. This was actually turning her on. "I know you may be feeling apprehensive about this, but I promise you it won't harm you, and it will allow you to understand what I'm talking about." Stacy thought about it. Half of her was shocked and terrified about the idea, but another part of her was getting extremely aroused and excited. "If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop at any time," the woman continued to prompt her. Still not sure exactly what she was doing, Stacy swallowed and undid the button of her shorts. As she pulled down the zip, and lowered them to her ankles, Fiona got up from her chair and came towards her, bringing the blindfold with her. She left the brush on the table. "Turn your chair round, so I'll be able to reach you," the older woman instructed, as Stacy lifted herself slightly off her seat to lower her knickers. With her long, slim legs and moist, furry pussy exposed, Stacy turned her chair around so she was now facing the wall instead of the desk. Then Fiona placed the blindfold over Stacy's face, blotting out the room and plunging her into darkness. Exstacy! Ch. 02 "First, let me welcome you to Ecstatic Sex," the woman began. "This is a sex clinic with a difference, and everyone who joins us is guaranteed a greatly improved sex live. The idea of this introductory session is to demonstrate some of our techniques, and answer any questions you might have. I'd also like to ask you some questions, in order to help us plan future sessions if you decide to join us. "The easiest way to tell you about our methods is to show you some demonstrations, and I'll start that in a minute. Basically, though, we believe that the way to better sex is through mental as well as physical stimulation. Your body is only part of your sexual being, and until you are able to understand that you will never be able to reach you full erotic potential." Stacy was gradually beginning to get worried as she sat and listened to this woman's speech. It sounded as if she had found her way into a cult of sexual hippies, and she wasn't sure she felt completely comfortable with the idea. She decided against saying anything at the moment, though, and just smiled and nodded. "The first thing I'd like to do," the woman continued, "is to demonstrate what I am talking about. I'm going to do this by inserting a probe into your vagina." Stacy tried to hide her feelings of shock and surprise at this statement, but whether or not she was successful the therapist took no notice. Instead, she opened one of the drawers in her desk and removed a hairbrush, which she placed on the table. "This is the probe we will be using," Fiona continued, as she returned to the drawer. Stacy stared at implement on the table in rising horror. The hairbrush was the kind that had bristles all the way round, and Stacy had the horrible feeling that it was this end that the older woman planned to stick inside her pussy. Her fear grew as the woman also removed a blindfold from the drawer, and placed it on the table next to the brush. Then she closed the drawer. Even though the thought of what was possibly about to happen terrified Stacy, she couldn't help but notice the throbbing between her legs. This was actually turning her on. "I know you may be feeling apprehensive about this, but I promise you it won't harm you, and it will allow you to understand what I'm talking about." Stacy thought about it. Half of her was shocked and terrified about the idea, but another part of her was getting extremely aroused and excited. "If you feel uncomfortable, you can stop at any time," the woman continued to prompt her. Still not sure exactly what she was doing, Stacy swallowed and undid the button of her shorts. As she pulled down the zip, and lowered them to her ankles, Fiona got up from her chair and came towards her, bringing the blindfold with her. She left the brush on the table. "Turn your chair round, so I'll be able to reach you," the older woman instructed, as Stacy lifted herself slightly off her seat to lower her knickers. With her long, slim legs and moist, furry pussy exposed, Stacy turned her chair around so she was now facing the wall instead of the desk. Then Fiona placed the blindfold over Stacy's face, blotting out the room and plunging her into darkness. Apart from the soft footsteps of Fiona's feet on the carpet as she returned to the desk, the only sounds Stacy could hear were own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The footsteps stopped for a moment as the therapist picked up the hairbrush, then they returned a moment later, heading back towards her. Stacy felt her breathing and heartbeat increase even more as she anticipated what would happen next. She could also feel a tingling in her exposed pussy, as every second she thought she felt the head of the brush at her opening. A moment later Fiona spoke, her voice now seeming to come from below her rather than above and Stacy knew that the woman was kneeling in front of her. "The demonstration is about to begin," Fiona said. At almost the same moment Stacy shuddered as the woman placed her thumb and forefinger on each side of her pussy lips. The warm grip was not that of a lover, but one of a medical examiner, though even this somehow felt erotic. The firm but gentle fingers prised her lips apart, and Stacy felt the tingle of the brush's bristly head penetrate her entrance. The sound that emerged from Stacy's mouth as she threw her head back was that of someone trying to regain control of their breathing after stepping under a shower that was hotter than they had first expected. As the instrument continued to probe deeper and the bristles begin to scratch at her pussy walls, the uncontrolled gasps became groans. Whether these were of pleasure or pain it was impossible to tell. The groaning continued until about a quarter of the brush was inside her, then something happened. The probe must have reached some extra sensitive part of Stacy's vaginal cavity, possibly her g-spot, as she suddenly thrust her whole upper body forward and emitted a series of loud, broken screams. After a few moments she threw herself backwards again, her hands leaving the armrests and lifting up her t-shirt to squeeze at her naked breasts. The screaming continued, but Fiona didn't stop her penetration. She merely twisted the brush a little, easing it deeper into Stacy's depths, and causing the girl to emit a single lengthy scream before returning to her broken pattern. If Stacy hadn't been wearing the blindfold, she would have seen that the probe now had less than an inch to go before it completely penetrated her. Fiona hardly had space to grip the instrument as she continued to push. Finally, Stacy felt the hairbrush reach the end of her passage. A final groan left her mouth, and she collapsed, her whole body relaxing and her head falling onto her chest. She breathed deeply, her breasts heaving as she tried to recover from the assault. The whole length of her pussy was throbbing, and she could feel warm fluid trickling out of her around the brush. Stacy was relieved that her ordeal was apparently over, although she felt this had been one of the most pleasurable sexual experiences of her life. She was amazed that she had been able to experience such intense pain and overwhelming pleasure at the same time. What she didn't know, though, was that Fiona hadn't quite finished. Stacy's heavy breathing was gradually returning to normal, as she savoured the blissful pleasure still tingling between her spread legs. Her orgasms had been so intense that even now they had not completely subsided. Her recovery was cruelly interrupted, however, when Fiona suddenly grabbed hold of the handle and twisted the brush three times, like the handle of a screwdriver. Stacy screamed loudly, pushing her shoulders hard into the back of the chair, throwing her head back over the headrest and thrusting her pelvis up off the chair and forwards. The force of her movement ripped the handle out of Fiona's hand and knocked her backwards. Stacy felt warm tears of pain soak into her blindfold, as raw heat began to spread through her sore vagina and hot liquid flowed out of her. "That was quiet some reaction," Fiona's voice commented. "What did you think of the experience?" "I don't know," Stacy replied. "It hurt, but I think I liked it. I don't understand why." "You'll have a few experiences like that here," the therapist admitted. "But you'll learn to accept the pain. You won't even feel it eventually, or rather you will, but your body will convert it into pleasure." The woman's voice now seemed to be coming from further away, and Stacy could feel the sound of running water. "You may remove your blindfold, now, and I'll let you extract the probe yourself." Stacy removed the blindfold, and blinked at the sudden glare. As her vision began to clear, the first thing she saw was Fiona walking back towards her. The silver haired woman was drying her hands on a paper towel. Rubbing at her eyes to wipe away the tears, Stacy looked down between her legs. When she saw the thing sticking out of her pussy, her eyes widened in confusion. Emerging almost vertically from her wet, sore hole was about the last half inch of a green, semi-transparent plastic dildo. Looking over at the desk, she saw the hairbrush sitting there, in the exact spot Fiona had placed it after removing it from the drawer. Gingerly placing her fingers round the exposed section of the dildo, she gave a little tug. After the sensations of the past ten minutes, she still didn't quiet believe the evidence of her own eyes. A couple of millimetres of wet, smooth dildo emerged from her pussy. There were no bristles scratching against the walls of her vagina, and none of the excruciating sensations she had felt on entry. Grasping the dildo in one hand, she yanked it out, emitting a low groan of pleasure as she did so. It might not have been a hairbrush, but moving anything inside her vagina made her feel good. The dildo emerged from Stacy's pussy with a wet pop just as Fiona reappeared at her side. In her hand she was holding a box of baby wipes. "Here," she said, offering her the box. "Clean yourself up, and get dressed, then we can discuss what just happened. Stacy took a couple of the wipes and, opening herself up again, began to wipe away the moisture from her entrance. As she did so, she tried to get a look inside at any damage that might have been done. Her pussy still felt as if it had been ripped open by sharp bristles. From what she could see, though, there was nothing there. She let her vagina close up, and rubbed at her lips with another wipe. When she had finished, Fiona offered to take the stained towels off her, and she disposed of them in the bin at her desk. Stacy lowered her t-shirt back over her breasts and belly, and pulled up her knickers and shorts. As she fastened them back up and turned her chair back to face the desk, Fiona began to speak. "The intention of this demonstration was to show you the powerful effect your mental perception can have on sex," the woman began, as she lowered herself back into the chair behind her desk. "Even though there was only ever a plain dildo inside you, you reacted to the presence of a rough, bristled hairbrush because that was what you believed it was. I should warn you not to try this exercise with a real brush. What you felt was what your subconscious expected the brush to feel like. The reality may be much more painful, and may cause serious damage." Stacy nodded, and the woman continued. "With proper training in our techniques, we can teach you to enjoy sexual experiences so intense, they will make the sex you have now feel like that of an experimenting schoolgirl." "The second part of this session is a short interview, where I will be asking you a series of questions. You may find them extremely intimate and personal, and they may even cause arousal. After your recent experience, would you like a short break before continuing?" Stacy shook her head. Even now, she had not fully recovered from Fiona's demonstrating. The after effects of her orgasm were still tingling over her body, but here initial feelings of worry and apprehension were diminishing. She was quiet looking forward to joining the clinic. "Very well," Fiona continued, removing a pad of paper and a sheet of questions from a drawer in the desk. "To start with, are you currently sexually active?" If Fiona had asked her this question only a few weeks earlier, she would have had to have answered no. She had been with Sean less than a month, but already she'd had more sex than she'd ever had with any other partner. In fact, after their first date he hadn't been able to get her back to her flat quick enough. Stacy nodded her head. "And how long have you been with your current partner?" Fiona asked, writing notes on her pad. "About two or three weeks," Stacy admitted. "Less than a month, anyway." "And before that, when was your last erotic experience with another person?" Stacy had to think about that one. "About three or four years," she finally revealed, blushing a little. "Okay," Fiona replied, adding some more notes to her pad before looking up. "Now, when did you lose your virginity? Please be honest." Stacy's face went redder, and she didn't respond for a few moments. "I was 15," she said. "But it was only a couple of weeks before my sixteenth birthday. I was at the School Leaver's Party, and the boy I was with had taken me into one of the empty classrooms. I thought we'd just be kissing and touching, but we ended up doing more ..." Stacy trailed off, feeling that she didn't need to explain anything else. Fiona just nodded and smiled, and wrote something else on her pad. "What about masturbation?" Fiona asked, as she finished writing her notes on Stacy's last answer. "Do you do that? Or have you ever done it?" "Yes, I do," the girl revealed softly, fidgeting a little in the chair. She felt herself getting warmer, even though the windows were open and it was still a cool day. "When did you start?" Stacy couldn't tell if the expression that was developing on the older woman's face was one of professional interest or something else. "I can't remember," she said, swallowing nervously. "I think I was probably 12 or 13. It was after I'd started at secondary school." She could feel her hardening nipples poking uncomfortably against the rough material of her t-shirt, but didn't want to adjust her clothing while this woman was watching. The fact that she had already been massaging her breasts in front of the woman didn't occur to her. "And what about your technique? Has much changed over the last ten years?" "Well, I didn't have the tools I have now," Stacy said. "I had to use empty coke bottles and deodorant cans back then, if I wanted more than my fingers." "And now?" Fiona was already scribbling on her pad as she continued to develop the question. "Well, I might use a vibrator, sometimes ..." Stacy hinted, in a quiet voice that trailed away before she had finished. "Okay," Fiona said, as she finished writing. "I can see my questioning is starting to have some effect on you. Would you like to take a short break?" Stacy sighed deeply, and listened to the heavy beating of her heart. "No, thank you. I'm okay." Her nipples still poked roughly into her clothing, but she resisted the urge to touch them. "That's good. There will be very few times during our future sessions when you will not be highly aroused. Being able to control your feelings now will help you to prepare for that. Please, feel free to make yourself more comfortable, if you need to." Stacy didn't know what the woman meant by this, so she remained silent until the questioning resumed. "I'd like to discuss partners, now," the therapist continued. "Do you prefer men or women? Or maybe both?" "I've only ever been with men," Stacy said slowly, considering the idea of having sex with a woman. The thought had never occurred to her before. Of course, she knew other women did it, but had just never thought about doing it herself. She didn't know any lesbian women, though, and the idea of asking just anyone ... "And what about age? What's the greatest age gap been between you and you partner?" Stacy thought about it. The boy at school had been in the same year as her, so that would have only been a few months difference. She had no idea how old Sean was. He could be anywhere from mid-twenties to mid-thirties. He had shagged her more times than she could remember, but he had never told her his age. "I don't know. I don't know how old my current boyfriend is." She regretted saying it as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She knew that having regular sex with a man and not knowing basic details about him like his age would make her sound like a dirty slut. No one would probably believe the fact that it was he, not her, who was so addicted to the sex. Fiona didn't seem to mind. She just noted her answer on the pad, and carried on. "What about one night stands? Have you ever ..." The questioning continued for another five or ten minutes. By the time the interview was over, Stacy was struggling to keep her hands out of her shorts. The questions had continued to get more and more explicit, and her clit was now buzzing like an angry bee. "Okay, that's everything. The final part of the session is also highly explicit, and you may wish to relieve yourself before we continue. If you wish, I can leave the room, but remember I have already seen you naked and orgasmic." Stacy wasn't concerned about Fiona's presence. The way she was feeling at that moment, she would have been quite prepared to masturbate in front of the whole office at work. Her hands flew towards the fastenings of her shorts and, pulling both them and her knickers to her knees, she began to massage her clit and her pussy with both hands. After only a few moments, Stacy gave a deep sigh, and her hands relaxed in her lap. Fiona offered her the packet of wipes that were still on her desk, but Stacy shook her head. "No, thank you," she sighed. "I'm not as wet as I was before." Fiona placed the packet back on her desk and walked over to a large cabinet on the other side of the room. "If you'd like to move to somewhere where you can see," Fiona instructed, "we'll begin the last part of the session. Stacy, her shorts and knickers still round her knees, looked at her watch. It was 1.25pm. "How much longer is this going to take?" the girl asked. Her breathing was still a little heavy from the sexual exhaustion she had taken during the last half hour. "Not much longer. About ten minutes." Stacy pulled up her knickers and shorts for the second time, and got up from her seat. Walking over to the cabinet that Fiona was opening, she saw that it contained a large TV and video player. From a drawer beneath the television, the therapist removed a video and placed it in the machine. "This film shows two short clips of a girl who joined the programme last year. The first one was taken during her first full session. The second one was taken twelve weeks later." She pressed the play button, and returned to her desk. Stacy sat down on a longer, more comfortable couch, and began to watch. The screen showed a small, empty room comprising mainly of a rest area made up of soft, elegant pillows and cushions. Thin, semi-transparent drapes hung from the ceiling. The atmosphere was one of extreme sensuality. The door opened and a young woman, looking barely old enough to be there, entered with a small box in her hand. She was wearing a red, flowery summer dress, and her long ginger hair was tied back behind her heard. The low cut neckline of the dress just about covered half her breasts, her large globes almost spilling out over the top. She closed the door behind her, and came over to lie on the cushions. The first thing she did, after putting down the box, was to reach behind her and untie her hair, which cascading down her back and over her shoulders, obscuring much of her chest from view. She then opened the box, from which she extracted a long, curved rotating vibrator, complete with clitoral stimulator. Stacy shuddered at the size of the thing, and once more felt her pussy lips begin to quiver. The girl switched the device on straight away, and it began to buzz, the clitoral stimulator rotating rapidly. She ran it across the top of her chest as, with the other hand, she slid of first one shoulder strap of her dress and then the other. The straps fell away, leaving her naked at the shoulders. The girl ran the vibrator all along her chest, and then dipped it into the channel between her small breasts. With nothing holding the dress up, the movement of the vibrator caused the dress to fall further down, leaving half of her left breast and almost all of the right totally exposed. The girl briefly ran the tip of the vibrator between her tits, then moved it over to caress the flesh of her left breast that was currently exposed. Sighing deeply, she threw her head back, causing some of her hair to fall away from her chest and revealing the pink, pointed nipple of her right breast to the camera. Lowering her head back down, she took the breast in her free hand, rubbing the tip of the vibrator around the areola and over the nipple. The girl giggled as the darkened tip of her breast began to buzz along with the vibrator. She released her hand from her tit, and it dropped back to its natural position, the vibrator continuing to stimulate the nipple while she lowered the top of her dress a little more. Now both of the young girl's small breasts, as well as most of her firm, pale belly were exposed to the view of both the camera and Stacy. Stacy was getting more and more aroused as she continued to watch the film. She peeked over her shoulder to look at Fiona, who was still sitting at her desk. The woman had her attention split between Stacy on the couch and the girl on the screen. Exstacy! Ch. 02 "Don't worry about me, if you want to make yourself more comfortable," she said. Stacy knew what this meant by now, and as she turned back to the screen she once more unbuttoned her shorts, and slid down the zip. In the few brief moments in which Stacy's attention had been diverted, the girl on the screen had lifted up the bottom of her dress. As well as her bra, she had also neglected to put on any knickers, and as soon as her pussy had become available the head of the vibrator had been at her clit. The girl's pussy itself was hairless, there was just a thin vertical line of fur of about an inch that ended just before her lips. It was almost an arrow, a guide for an inexperienced lover to show where they should be going. With the girl's clit now buzzing with the toy's vibrations, her giggles had turned to moans of delight. Stacy had now lowered her knickers, and her hands were once more between her legs, alternatively stroking at the lips of her pussy. Still moaning, the young woman on the screen lowered the vibrating toy to the entrance of her hole, and gently slid it inside. Her lips began to flutter like leaves in a breeze, and her mouth opened wider as if to scream. No sound came out though, but her face twisted into a grimace as she forced the vibrator deeper inside her. Bowing her head so she could look at what she was doing, the girl opened her lips wider with one hand, and pushed the probe even deeper with the other. Finally, the entire length of the large plastic cock was inside her, and she twisted it around to line the rotating clitoral stimulator up with her throbbing button. Before Stacy could see the girl's reaction to the giant plastic cock buzzing inside her strained pussy, and the rotating stimulator on her clit, the screen went blank. Stacy stopped rubbing her own pussy, a little disappointed that she hadn't been able to see the young woman's final climax. A few moments later, though, the screen came back on. The image was of the same room, but it was now empty once more. After only a couple of seconds, the door opened and the same girl entered once more. This time she had shorter hair and she was wearing an oriental robe like the one that Stacy had seen on the young woman coming out of the upstairs room when she arrived. The girl slid off the robe, under which she was already totally naked, and lay down on the pillows and cushions. Making herself comfortable, she closed her eyes and then just lay there. Stacy thought she had gone to sleep, but after a moment she twitched and murmured. Nothing happened for a few more moments, then she suddenly groaned and shuddered, her breasts shaking like small jellies. There were just sighs and whimpers for a few more seconds, then Stacy jumped as the girl's eyes snapped open and she screamed, thrusting her whole body upwards until only her shoulders and her feet were still on the ground. Her breasts were flat against her chest, and her lower belly and pelvis were high up in the air. Stacy could see the girl's pussy twitching, and a thin line of moisture dribbling between her lips. She was fairly quiet for a few seconds, just panting heavily and staring at the camera lustfully. Stacy felt as if she was silently tempting her to jump through the television screen and join her. Then she collapsed on the bed and started writhing about, wailing and rubbing at her breasts as she did so. Her pussy had started oozing more fluid, and she was wet with sweat. Her whole body was glistening with it. Suddenly, she stiffened and lifted off the bed again for a moment, before collapsing back onto the bed with a deep sigh. Apart from her deep breathing, there was no other sign of activity from her. After a few moments, the screen went blank again. "That's the end of the film, and the end of the session," Fiona's voice came from behind Stacy as she approached the girl from the other side of the room. Looking down, Stacy saw her hands were still pressed between her legs. She had been so deeply engrossed in the film that she had even forgotten to masturbate. "Wh ... what happened to her?" She had seen women have spontaneous orgasms, but they had usually been aroused to start with. This girl seemed to have gone straight from a condition of non-arousal to intense orgasm in a matter of minutes. "A form of self hypnosis, that you will be able to develop as your treatment continues," Fiona explained. "Do you have any more questions?" "I ... I don't think so," Stacy stammered. She looked down again and saw that her shorts and knickers were still around her legs. Slowly, she pulled them back up and fastened them, hopefully for the last time until she went to bed that night. "Ok," Fiona nodded, helping her to her feet. Stacy was now beginning to feel a little shaky, the events of the last forty-five minutes finally catching up with her. "We have a selection of literature for you to take away, to give you some more information about our techniques and principals. It basically just goes into more detail about what I have already told you." They had reached Fiona's desk, and the therapist went around the other side to get some papers out of one of the drawers. She handed Stacy a loose-leaf pack containing a few thin brochures with glossy covers and some leaflets. "If you see Elizabeth on the front desk, she'll make a provisional appointment for you. If you decide not to keep it, all we ask is that you give us at least one hours notice. There'll be no questions, and no charge." Stacy emerged from the short corridor outside Fiona's room back into the reception area. There was one person, another young woman, sat waiting, but other than that and the receptionist the room was still empty. Stacy approached the desk, and the girl looked up straight away. "Hi. How can I help you?" "I'd like to make an appointment," Stacy replied, nervously. "How did the introduction go?" Elizabeth asked as she dragged a large diary towards her. "It was, er, interesting." Stacy could think of no other way to describe the encounter. "Interesting?" Elizabeth had been flicking through the book, but looked up at Stacy when she made the comment. "Most people refer to it as exciting. Or arousing. Even stimulating, sometimes. Interesting is a new one." She returned to the book, looking through for an available date. Considering how empty the reception area had seemed so far, the book looked rather full. "I can fit you in Monday, at 11am. Fiona's booked up until the week after, so you'll have to see Cornelius. You'll probably end up being his patient, anyway." Stacy felt her stomach drop. His? Being in such a compromising situation with a woman had been bad enough, but to have to go through that kind of thing with a man? Stacy hesitated. Was that feeling in her stomach fear, or was it excitement? She couldn't quite tell. With a shudder, she looked back at the receptionist, who was waiting for confirmation that the time would be okay. "That ... that's fine," she managed to stammer. The girl on the desk nodded, and filled the details out on to a small appointments card. Stacy noted the clinics logo on the front of the card. It showed a young woman leaning against a wall, her back arched and her breasts thrust outwards. It was difficult to tell whether the woman was naked, with her intimate areas in shadow or if she was wearing some form of skimpy lingerie. Whatever it was, Stacy found the simple drawing highly erotic. *** Heavy rock music filled the workshop, drowning out the sounds of passing cars that came through the open garage door. There were two vehicles already in, waiting for repairs and this left room for another one, plus room for two to park outside. On either side of the workshop, there were long benches cluttered untidily with tools. There was a board on the wall with clips where most of the tools were supposed to be kept, but very few were actually in their correct place. From underneath one of the cars, an old, partly rusted red Vauxhall Astra, there came the sounds of banging and an occasional curse. Finally, with an angry yell, the mechanic threw down the spanner he was working with. It skidded along the floor, striking the wall under one of the workbenches and bounced back a few feet. "There should warnings up in here," a seductive, feminine voice said from somewhere in the garage. "Danger, men at work." The mechanic pushed himself out from under the car and got to his feet. Pulling an oil stained rag from the front pocket of his overalls and wiping his hands, he looked over the young woman who had just entered, starting with her feet. The girl was wearing plain white trainers, with a thin pink border at the top. Her feet were bare, and so were her legs. Bare, pale skin that was almost pure white, all the way up to the hem of her short sky blue skirt. Sean licked his lips at the amount of bare, teenage flesh in front of him. He assumed she was a teenager, if she was older she could only be in her early twenties. With his elbow resting in the palm of his left hand, Sean rubbed his other hand over the rough stubble of his chin as his eyes continued their journey up the girl's body. The blouse she wore had been left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied off in a knot so her midriff was exposed. Her breasts were small, their swell only just visible through the blouse, which had some kind of motif on the right pocket. Some kind of marine animal, a dolphin or a shark. The top two buttons of the blouse were open, and although it didn't reveal any of her tits, Sean still enjoyed the view of her naked chest. She had full lips that glistened with the pink lipstick she wore and slightly rosy cheeks. Her long, shiny blonde hair came past her shoulders and over her chest as well as down her back. The girl was gorgeous, but also looked very young. "Hello, there," Sean greeted her, with a smile. "How can I help you?" "It's my car," she said softly, her hips working as she slowly moved towards him. "It's making a strange groaning noise when I turn it on." "Really?" Sean stuffed the rag back into the pocket, though he hadn't succeeded in getting very much oil off his hands. "Want me to take a look at it?" "Can you?" She purred. "It's parjed outside, round the back." She led him out the open door and round the back of the garage, into a secluded, overgrown patch that had just enough room to park a single car. The girl opened the driver's side door for Sean, and then went round to open the passenger side. She got in and, removing her keys from a handbag on the floor, leaned across, stretching over Sean to insert them into the ignition. As she did so, Sean breathed deeply and got a strong scent of the intoxicating perfume she was wearing. The girl reached further, and one of her small breasts rubbed against his chest. His cock twitched as he felt the points of her hard nipples through her blouse, and he realised two things at almost the same time. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she was excited. Gripping hold of her wrist before she could reach the ignition, he pulled her towards him and pressed his mouth against her neck and naked chest. "What are you doing," she moaned. "I've got a boyfriend!" The way she was holding him and pulling him closer, however, suggested that she didn't really see that as a problem. "Nothing wrong with that," Sean sniggered, as he began to unbutton her blouse. "I've got a girlfriend. Now, what was that you said about something moaning when it got turned on?" Exstacy! Ch. 03 Heavy rock music filled the workshop, drowning out the sounds of the passing cars that were coming through the open garage door. There were two vehicles currently in, waiting for repairs and this left room for another one, plus room for two to park outside. On either side of the workshop, there were long benches cluttered untidily with tools. There was a board on the wall with clips where most of the tools were supposed to be kept, but very few were actually in their correct place. From underneath one of the cars, an old, partly rusted red Vauxhall Astra, there came the sounds of banging and an occasional curse. Suddenly, there was an angry yell and a spanner came flying out from under the Astra. It skidded along the floor, striking the wall under one of the workbenches and bounced back a few feet. "There should warnings up in here," The seductive, feminine voice was coming from somewhere near the garage door. "Danger, men at work." The mechanic pushed himself out from under the car and got to his feet. Pulling an oil stained rag from the front pocket of his overalls and wiping his hands, he looked over at the young woman who had just entered, exploring her body with his eyes. The girl was wearing plain white trainers, with a thin pink border at the top. Her feet were bare, and so were her legs. Bare, pale skin that was almost pure white, all the way up to the hem of her short sky blue skirt. Sean licked his lips at the amount of bare, teenage flesh in front of him. He assumed she was a teenager, if she was older she could only be in her early twenties. With his elbow resting in the palm of his left hand, Sean rubbed his other hand over the rough stubble of his chin as his eyes continued their journey up the girl's body. The blouse she wore had been left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied off in a knot so her midriff was exposed. Her breasts were small, their swell only just visible through the blouse, which had some kind of motif on the right pocket. Some kind of marine animal, a dolphin or a shark. The top two buttons of the blouse were open, and although it didn't reveal any of her tits, Sean still enjoyed the view of her naked chest. She had full lips that glistened with the pink lipstick she wore and slightly rosy cheeks. Her long, shiny blonde hair came past her shoulders and over her chest as well as down her back. The girl was gorgeous, but also looked very young. "Hello, there," Sean greeted her, with a smile. "How can I help you?" "It's my car," she said softly, her hips working as she slowly moved towards him. "It's making a strange groaning noise when I turn it on." "Really?" Sean stuffed the rag back into the pocket, though he hadn't succeeded in getting very much oil off his hands. "Want me to take a look at it?" "Can you?" She purred. "It's parked outside, round the back." She led him out the open door and round the back of the garage, into a secluded, overgrown patch that had just enough room to park a single car. The girl opened the driver's side door for Sean, and then went round to open the passenger side. She got in and, removing her keys from a handbag on the floor, leaned across, stretching over Sean to insert them into the ignition. As she did so, Sean breathed deeply and got a strong scent of the intoxicating perfume she was wearing. The girl reached further, and one of her small breasts rubbed against his chest. His cock twitched as he felt the points of her hard nipples through her blouse, and he realised two things at almost the same time. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she was excited. Grabbing hold of her wrist before she could reach the ignition, he pulled her towards him and pressed his mouth against her neck and naked chest. "What are you doing," she moaned. "I've got a boyfriend!" The way she was holding him and pulling him closer, however, suggested that she didn't really see that as a problem. "Nothing wrong with that," Sean sniggered, as he began to unbutton her blouse. "I've got a girlfriend. Now, what was that you said about something moaning when it got turned on?" *** As Stacy made her way back to the office, she thought about her recent experience at the sex clinic and whether or not she should attend the appointment on Monday. Despite her apprehension, she still felt highly aroused by the recent experience, and she was rather excited at the thought of continuing. The only thing that really made her uncomfortable was the fact that it would be a man taking her next session. Pushing thoughts of sex to the back of her mind, she turned into the office car park and parked the car in an empty space not far from the front entrance. When she got into the office, Amber was sat at her desk, surfing the Internet and munching on a piece of chocolate fudge cake. She looked up when she heard her friend enter and shuffled over onto the stool, leaving the swivel chair free for Stacy and mumbling a greeting round a mouthful of chocolate cake as she did so. "How did the interview go?" the other girl asked, after swallowing her mouthful of cake. Stacy was a little confused for a moment. "Interview?" She repeated, before suddenly remembering what she had told Amber as a cover for where she was really going. "Oh, yes. It was great. She actually gave me the name of another contact. I've got a meeting set up for Monday, at 11am." As she spoke, Amber reached into a carrier bag on the floor and removed a roast chicken and stuffing sandwich, another chocolate fudge cake and a can of diet coke. With a quick thank you, Stacy ripped off the cellophane cover and removed one of the sandwiches. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until she'd seen Amber eating. "What's it about?" Amber asked, finishing the last few chocolate chunks, and putting her rubbish back into the carrier bag. "Well, it started off as 'I had my brother's baby' but it seems to be turning into a political scandal." Stacy popped the ring pull of her diet coke as she spoke, and paused for a moment to take a swig before continuing. "A girl met this man in a nightclub sixteen years ago, had a one night stand and ended up getting pregnant. Unfortunately, she'd been sleeping with someone else at about the same time, and wasn't sure who the father was." Stacy took the last couple of bites of her sandwich, and removed the second one from the packet. Hurriedly chewing what she had in her mouth, she continued. "They ended up having a DNA test, but the doctors found an abnormality in the results. A closer match than they would expect from the father. So they tested the mother as well, and discovered that she and the father were actually half-brother and sister." "So, how does that become a political scandal?" Amber had now finished eating and was sipping at the remains of her drink. Stacy took another mouthful of her sandwich. "It turns out that the girl's mother had an illicit affair with a local politician while she was at college. Something that local politicians aren't supposed to be doing, especially if they're married." "So, who was the meeting with at lunch?" Stacy didn't like the way the conversation was going. She had to come up with an answer quickly, and hope it wouldn't be something that Amber would be able to check out later. "The girl's brother," she blurted out. This was a complete lie; she hadn't even met the brother. The only person she had spoken to was the girl and her grandmother, who had raised her since she was two years old. "They told me about the politician father, and I've arranged an interview with him. That's where I'm going on Monday." The two journalists spent the rest of the afternoon writing up their articles, Stacy continuing with her introduction and background, while Amber worked to complete her assignment before the deadline at 4 O'clock. She'd short listed her choice of pictures from twenty to ten, having removed all the options with backgrounds that didn't go with the page's colour scheme. Her problem now was that the pictures that showed the girl at her most attractive had her wearing outfits that didn't fit the tone of the article. The purpose of the interview had been to promote a new children's television programme that was due to hit the screen the weekend the magazine came out. Most of the outfits that the girl was wearing, though, were far too revealing for promoting children's television. Not that they were indecent or inappropriate, but images of an attractive young woman in her twenties sporting a mini dress that showed rather a lot leg and a gratuitous view of her cleavage was still not the thing for an article aimed at pre-teens and younger teenagers. With one elbow on the desk propping up her chin, Amber gave a sigh and glanced over at the clock on the wall next to the window. Just gone quarter to two. Not for the first time, Amber thought of just picking a shot at random and inserting it into the document, but thought better of it. Even though she worked at a weekly women's gossip and celebrity magazine, Amber saw herself as a professional journalist, and didn't think a random selection was the sign of a professional journalist. So, instead, she clicked the button on the screen that would return her to the beginning of the list and began again. An hour and a quarter to eliminate another nine photographs. She could do it. Stacy got about half a page done before she finished at 4pm. She was normally able to do a lot more than that during an afternoon's three hour session, but today she was distracted. Her thoughts kept returning to her meeting with Fiona and the experience she'd had. How many orgasms had she had in that short hour? Three? Four? She couldn't remember. How many would she have on Monday? She didn't want to consider it, even the thought of what this Cornelius might do to her was making her wet. At 4 O'clock a passer-by would have thought she was busy scanning through her work on the computer screen, but in her mind she was once more back in the study at the Ecstatic Sex clinic. The sounds of people closing down computers and packing up to go brought her out of her reverie, but if she hadn't heard them she would probably have still been sitting there hours later. Saving her work and shutting down the system, she put on her coat and picked up her handbag. Slipping it over her shoulder, she walked over towards Amber's desk. The red haired young woman was still sat at her computer, but the image boxes on her page were now full, and the printer on the desk next to her was buzzing and humming as it transferred Amber's work from the screen to the printed page. She looked up as she heard her friend approach, and grinned. "Just finished in time. Looks like I get a day off tomorrow." "Some people get all the luck," Stacy said, returning the grin. Stacy could, in fact, take the day off as well, if she wanted to. Policy at Woman's Word was very relaxed, and as long as staff had their articles in by their deadlines it was up to them when they started and finished work, or even if they came in at all. Many journalists chose to complete their assignments at home, only coming in to the office if they required the use of the equipment and resources. "Just gimme a minute to hand it in to the editor," Amber said, as the printer spat out the last page. She picked up the two sheets of paper, and headed off in the direction of the editor's office, on the opposite side of the room to the exit door. She returned a few moments later, minus the paper. "She said she'd have a look, and let me know tomorrow if she wants me to make any changes," Amber said, as she shut down her system. "Let's go." Picking up her suit jacket from the back of her chair, she slipped it on and followed Stacy out the office door. *** Stacy and Amber always went to the Canal Lock, a smart little wine bar on the bank of the Derby Canal, for a quick drink after work. "So, what you gonna do tomorrow, then?" Stacy asked, sitting down at a small quiet table and taking a sip from her glass of red wine. "Stay in bed till dinner, then watch telly all afternoon," the smart looking redhead said with a laugh. "Though I'll have to spend some time looking for an idea for next week's article. I'll be away most of the weekend, so I won't have time to do it then." Amber was a tall girl, two years older than Stacy, who wore here long red hair up while she was at work. This, along with the thin-framed glasses and the executive suite that she liked to wear, gave her a sexy, secretarial look. Stacy was sure that if Amber was working as a secretary or PA in a male dominated firm, all the men would have been lusting after her. She'd probably have even been done by half of them by now. She had long, slim, smooth legs and large breasts, the contours of which showed nicely through her light coloured blouse. "Oh?" Stacy said, in response to Amber's comment that she'd be away for the weekend. "Where you going?" "I told you in the restaurant this morning," Amber replied. "My sister's invited me down for a few days. She's picking me up tomorrow night." "Lucky you," Stacy said. "I wouldn't mind spending a few nights in a big country house." Amber's brother ran his own business, a freight transportation company, and he'd had an old barn converted into a large, country house. It was so large that even the main living room was the size of most people's ground floor. "Maybe I could get her to invite you down too, the next time I stay over. I'd ask this weekend, but it's a little short notice, really." Amber took another mouthful from her glass, and smiled to herself as she saw the excited expression on Stacy's face. "Do you think you could?" the younger girl asked, as Amber set her glass back down. "I'm sure she'd love to meet you," Amber said. Then, changing the subject, she asked what Stacy and Sean had planned for Friday night. "We're going out for dinner," Stacy told her. "Then we're going to see a movie, afterwards. I don't know what it is, it's something Sean's chosen." "Sure you'll have a great time," Amber said, when she noticed the worried look on her friend's face. "I'm sure I will," she replied, picking up her glass and swirling the liquid round inside. "It's afterwards that I'm not looking forward to all that much." "You really should give that clinic a try," her friend suggested again. When Stacy began to blush, Amber mistakenly thought it was because she was embarrassed at the idea of going to a sex therapist. She had no idea it was because the girl had already been, and didn't want the older woman to find out. "Maybe I will," Stacy lied. "I haven't really thought about it." "So what you gonna do tomorrow, then? Fake another orgasm?" Stacy had a miserable look on her face as she answered. "I'm probably gonna have to fake half a dozen. He's an animal!" *** About an hour later, Stacy turned the key in the door of her small flat and stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she dropped her bag onto the breakfast bar and slipped off her shoes. Pulling open the freezer door, she scanned the shelves for something quick that she could stick in the microwave. Her eyes alighted on a box of frozen micro pizzas and sticking her hand in, she tugged hard. The box wouldn't move, it was half stuck under a sealed back of chips. She tried again, but with little success. Her third attempt finally extracted the box from the freezer, the sound of ice scraping against ice causing a shudder to run through Stacy's body. Placing the box on the worktop above her, she closed the freezer door and went to get a knife to slice the box open. Two small, deep pan pizzas slid out of the box, each sealed into a polythene packet along with a circular silver card. Stacy sliced open one packet with the knife, placed both the pizza and the metal circular disk on a plate and put the plate into the microwave, heating it on full power for three minutes. The microwave banged, and as it began to hum, Stacy opened the fridge door and removed a bottle of white wine. Crossing to the other side of the small, cramped kitchen, she opened a cupboard and got out a medium sized wine glass, which she filled halfway with the clear, bubbling liquid. Returning the bottle to the fridge, she walked out the kitchen and into the living area. The small flat was shaped like a capital L and had an open plane layout. The entrance was at the top of the L, and led directly into the kitchen. The small kitchen quickly became the living area, which took up the rest of the upright section of the L. Stacy's bedroom was directly to the left, taking up half of the letter's foot, while the small bathroom took up the remainder. Stacy was now in the living area, having just dropped herself into the depths of the luxuriously comfortable black leather sofa that was positioned in front of her large, flat screen television. Putting the glass down on the glass coffee table in front of her, she picked up the remote and switched the TV on, catching the first few minutes of one of the Australian soaps. Picking up the glass again, she took a few small sips as she watched the events unfolding on the screen. After a few moments, there was a ping from the kitchen, and Stacy got up to go and get her first pizza. After putting the second one in to heat, she returned to the living room, eating her tea and enjoying the evening's television. After she had finished eating and watching the TV soaps, Stacy returned to the kitchen once more to get her bag, from which she removed the literature she had been given at the Ecstatic Sex clinic. She couldn't believe it had only been that afternoon she had been there, or that she had even had the courage to go at all. Thinking about the intense sensations she'd felt in her pussy when she thought the therapist was inserting a bristly brush inside her, she began to get wet again. Stacy shuddered, almost feeling the sharp spines of the brush scraping at her inner walls. How could it really have been just an ordinary, plastic dildo? But she had seen it for herself, had extracted the plastic cock from her dripping pussy with her own hands. If that was just a demonstration, what other wonders would she be shown at her appointment on Monday? Folding her legs under herself on the sofa, Stacy removed the first booklet from the folder and once more picked up the glass of wine from the table. Taking a sip, she began to read. *** She was back in the old converted barn that was the Ecstatic Sex clinic, or at least she assumed that's where she was. The room was decorated in the same Victorian style as the house where she'd spent her lunch hour, though it was not a part of the house she had been in. The room looked like a bedroom, with a dressing table on one side, and a large four-post bed on the other. Stacy couldn't see any wardrobes or drawers, or any other kind of storage space where clothes could be kept. If she was where she thought she was, Stacy had an idea they wouldn't be needed anyway. This was not a bedroom where someone was expected to stay the night. Although there was no one here to tell her, Stacy somehow knew exactly what it was she was supposed to do. Looking down at herself, Stacy saw that she was no longer dressed in her t-shirt and shorts, but instead wore a short, red dress with thin straps and a belt-like strap at the waist. Walking over towards the bed, she slid the straps down her shoulders and let them fall off her arms. Without anything to hold them up, the dress began to fall away, but it needed some help from Stacy before it would slide from her waist and drop down her legs. Stepping out of the dress, Stacy climbed up onto the bed, and lay down on her back. Under her dress, Stacy was wearing a front fastening light pink bra and matching pink panties. Not her usually choice, as she didn't own any front fastening bras, and never wore pink. She thought nothing of this, however, apart from the fact of how sexy she felt in the light, feminine colour. Gently running her hands over her body, she traced the contours of her breasts and the slender lines of her belly. Her finger's bypassed her crotch area, and she stroked at her legs, before returning her attention to her breasts. Releasing the front fastening of the bra, she peeled away the cups and exposed her medium sized breasts, capped with nipples that were already hardening with her arousal. Stacy knew that she wasn't supposed to touch herself, but she couldn't resist briefly running her fingers round her areolas and caressing the stiff points. She shuddered at the throbbing it caused between her legs, and quickly stopped what she was doing. Stretching and lying back, she lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes. The sensation of light, delicate fingers dancing over her breasts and round her nipples began at once, causing a soft murmur to escape her lips. Rather than moving, the feeling began to spread. The feeling of being stroked and caressed over her breasts increased, while at the same time it gradually began to spread onto her chest and underneath her breasts. The initial thought that there was some invisible lover touching her was dispelled. How could someone be touching her in so many places at once? Exstacy! Ch. 03 The sensation began to spread further across her body, as through hundreds of hands were playing with her, and she began to moan. Drawing her trembling hands down to her sides, Stacy shifted slightly so she could draw her panties down her legs and over her knees. Not bothering to remove them now her pussy was exposed, she returned her hands to their previous place on the pillow above her head. Her moans grew louder as more of her body began to tingle and pulsate. She spread her legs, opening her pussy so that the mysterious force that was making love to her could gain easier access. Waves of pure pleasure seemed to pour into her pussy from all sides and she threw back her head, thrusting her hips upwards in an attempt to get closer to the source. She suddenly felt something hard press against her g-spot and she screamed, her eyes snapping open. *** Her eyes snapped open, uncontrollable screams pouring out of her. When she finally ran out of breath she looked around, trying to get her heavy breathing back under control. She was back in her flat, curled up on the sofa with an almost empty glass of wine on the table, and an Ecstatic Sex booklet open on her lap. The rest of the literature had fallen onto the floor while she slept. Looking at her body, she saw that she wasn't naked, but was still dressed in the casual t-shirt and the tight denim jeans that she had put on that morning. Her crotch felt absolutely soaked, though her shorts felt completely dry. Undoing the button and lowering the zip, she pulled them down a little and saw that the front of her knickers were almost completely saturated. Pulling off her shorts completely, she removed the wet knickers and walked into the kitchen, clad in nothing but her t-shirt. The night air coming in through the open window drifted under the thin garment, cooling her damp crotch. She opened the door of the washing machine, already more than half full with dirty washing, and tossed the soiled underwear inside. Then, closing the open window and making sure all the other windows and the front door were locked, she drifted sleepily into the bedroom. Without removing her t-shirt or bra, or even pulling back the covers of the bed, she lay down and was asleep again in moments. Exstacy! Ch. 04 She was back in the old converted barn that was the Ecstatic Sex clinic, or at least she assumed that's where she was. The room was decorated in the same Victorian style as the house where she'd spent her lunch hour, though it was not a part of the house she had been in. The room she was in looked like a bedroom, with a dressing table on one side of the room, and a large four post bed on the other. Stacy couldn't see any wardrobes or drawers, or any other kind of storage space where clothes could be stored, but if she was where she thought she was Stacy had an idea they would not be needed anyway. This was not a bedroom where someone was expected to stay the night. Although there was no one here to tell her, Stacy somehow knew exactly what it was she was supposed to do. Looking down at herself, Stacy saw that she was no longer dressed in her t-shirt and shorts, but instead wore a short, red dress with thin straps and a belt-like strap at the waist. Walking over towards the bed, she slid the straps down her shoulders and let them fall off her arms. Without anything to hold them up, the dress began to fall away, but it needed some help from Stacy before it would slide from her waist and drop down her legs. Stepping out of the dress, Stacy climbed up onto the bed, and lay down on her back. Under her dress, Stacy was wearing a front fastening light pink bra and matching pink panties. Not her usually choice, as she didn't own any front fastening bra, and never wore pink. She thought nothing of this, however, apart from the fact of how sexy she felt in the light, feminine colour. Gently running her hands over her body, she traced the contours of her breasts and the slender lines of her belly. Her finger's bypassed her crotch area, and she stroked at her legs, before returning her attention to her breasts. Releasing the front fastening of the bra, she peeled away the cups and exposed her medium sized breasts, capped with nipples that were already hardening with her arousal. Stacy knew that she wasn't supposed to touch herself, but she couldn't resist briefly running her fingers round her areolas and caressing the stiff points. She shuddered at the throbbing it caused between her legs, and quickly stopped what she was doing. Stretching and lying back, she lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes. The sensation of light, delicate fingers dancing over her breasts and round her nipples began at once, causing a soft murmur to escape her lips. Rather than moving to a different part of her body, the feeling began to spread. The feeling of being stroked and caressed over her breasts increased, while at the same time it gradually began to appear on her chest and underneath her breasts. The initial thought that there was some invisible lover touching her was dispelled. How could someone be touching her in so many places at once? The feeling began to spread further across her body, as through hundreds of hands were playing with her, and she began to moan. Drawing her trembling hands down to her sides, Stacy shifted slightly so she could draw her panties down her legs and over her knees. Not bothering to remove them now her pussy was exposed, she returned her hands to their previous place on the pillow above her head. Her moans grew louder as more of her body began to tingle and pulsate. She spread her legs, opening her pussy so that the mysterious force that was making love to her could gain easier access. Waves of pure pleasure seemed to pour into her pussy from all sides and she threw back her head, thrusting her hips upwards in an attempt to get closer to the source. She suddenly felt something hard press against her g-spot and she screamed, her eyes snapping open. *** Her eyes snapped open, uncontrollable screams pouring out of her. When she finally ran out of breath she looked around, trying to get her heavy breathing back under control. She was back in her flat, curled up on the sofa with an almost empty glass of wine on the table, and an Ecstatic Sex booklet open on her lap. The rest of the literature had fallen onto the floor while she slept. Looking at her body, she saw that she wasn't naked, but was still dressed in the casual t-shirt and the tight denim jeans that she had put on that morning. Her crotch felt absolutely soaked, though her shorts felt completely dry. Undoing the button and lowering the zip, she pulled them down a little and saw that the front of her knickers were almost completely saturated. Pulling of her shorts completely, she removed her wet panties and walked into the kitchen, clad in nothing but her t-shirt. The night air coming in through the open window drifted under her t-shirt cooling her damp crotch. She opened the door of the washing machine, already more than half full with dirty washing, and tossed the soiled underwear inside. Then, closing the open window and making sure all the other windows and the front door were locked, she drifted sleepily into the bedroom. Without removing her t-shirt or bra, or even pulling back the covers of the bed, she lay down and was asleep again in moments. *** Amber always set her alarm on her days off, even though she didn't have to be up. It was a habit that she had never gotten out of. So, at 9am on Friday morning, the alarm went off and Amber reached out of bed to switch it off, before rolling over onto the other side of the bed and curling back up under the duvet. Two hours later, she threw back the sheets and rolled out of bed. The first thing she did, as usual, was to boot up her computer and check what email had come in. That way, if there was anything large she could let in download while she showered and dressed. This morning, though, there was nothing but junk. Unwanted newsletters that she's started getting after registering various pieces of software online, and a message from a lawyer in Nigeria saying that she was the only living relative of the recently deceased Mr. Ron Little. Please could she email him back with her full contact and bank details, so he could send her the inheritance of £250,000,000, minus a 10% handling fee? Amber dropped both of them into the recycling bin. She was about to get up and go into the bathroom to shower, when a thought came to her. Just out of curiosity, why not have a look and see if this Ecstatic Sex clinic had a site on the Internet? Stacy seemed really against the idea of giving it a try, but if Amber got her some more information she might change her mind. Deleting the address of her home page from the address bar, Amber took a guess at what the name of the website might be, and keyed it in. The screen went white for a few moments as the page loaded. Then text and graphics reappeared, images of an erotic nature, but not too explicit. The clinic's name and logo were at the top of the page, with a few photographs and some information about policies further down. Amber saw links to feedback reports that patients had written, and movies that apparently showed examples of the techniques that the clinic employed. At the bottom of the page was a button that went to a links page of related sites elsewhere on the Internet. Amber hesitated. What did she want to look at first? She'd signed in to find information for Stacy, so she thought she'd better have a look round before she left the site for other pages. Taking a moment to consider where to go first, she moved the mouse over the hyperlink marked "Movies." No reason why she couldn't have a little fun of her own while she was here. She clicked the left mouse button. The next page to appear was a list of sentences highlighted as hypertext links. Each sentence gave a brief description about the content of the movie it was linking to. Amber selected an option that was about three or four lines down in the list, and waited as the media player opened and the file began to download. After only a few seconds, a movie window opened, and Amber sat back in her seat to watch. It was the scene that Stacy had already seen at the end of her introductory session at the clinic the day before, but Amber was not aware of this. She watched the image of the young girl masturbating in a state of minor arousal, absently slipping her hand into her pyjama trousers and rubbing at her pussy lips. The scene changed to show the 18-year-old's spontaneous orgasm and Amber jumped up, sitting forward in her seat and staring at the young woman in amazement. When it reached the part where the girl was staring at the camera and panting heavily, excited moans escaping from her, Amber found herself frantically rubbing at her pussy and pinching her clit. She was desperately trying to reach a level of excitement equal to the girl on the video before the scene finished. By the time the screen went blank, Amber had most of her hand inside her pussy, and was desperately trying to reach her third orgasm. Removing her wet hand from her dripping pussy, she wiped it on the leg of her pyjamas so she could shut down her computer, then went into the bathroom where she stripped off her wet trousers and peeled off her shirt. Switching on the showerhead, she stepped under the stream of hot, steaming water and rubbed her hands over her firm, young breasts and belly as the spray began to hit her highly aroused body. *** The 11am bell rang, indicating the end of the maths lesson, and Phillip began to pack his books and pens away into his bag. Getting up from his chair and slinging the bag over his shoulder, he followed the rest of his classmates out of the classroom and down the corridor. Upon reaching the first junction, some of the students turned left while the others turned right, each heading to their next lesson, whatever they had chosen for their humanities subject at the end of their GCSE studies. Phillip had chosen history, and was making his way towards the stairs that led up to the History rooms on the first floor of the building. Some of the students were already there, including Jessica Denton, his best friend and also the girl he'd had a crush on since starting at Wayland County Grammar School seven years ago. Despite the long years he had known her, he still hadn't found the courage to tell her how he felt about her. He stood watching her for a few moments from down the corridor, as she talked and laughed with some of her other friends, her books clutched to her breasts. He looked at the way her breasts swelled under her sweatshirt, and the shape of her body in the tight, blue denim jeans she was wearing. His cock twitched as he thought about removing those clothes from her. Her arms reaching up so he could pull the sweatshirt over her head. His fingers unfastening the button of her jeans and pulling down the zip, so his hand could slip inside and explore the warmth of her pussy. He shook his head in an attempt to expel the images rising in his head, and walked towards her. "Hi, Jesse," he said, as he got closer. She looked up at the sound of his voice, and smiled when she saw him. "Hi, Phil. What you up to?" "Waiting for a history lesson," he grinned, as he came to stand next to her. "How about you?" "What a coincidence," she said, grinning back. "That's exactly what I'm doing." At that moment the door opened and the history teacher, a youngish man of about thirty years of age with short, curly ginger hair and wire framed glasses, invited them inside. *** It was lunchtime, and Stacy thought she'd reached a point where she would be able to leave off for the week. She hadn't finished her article, as she still had further meetings and interviews the following week, but the preparation and background that she had been doing was more or less complete. Shutting down her computer, she decided she get something from the staff restaurant for lunch, and have it when she got home. As it was the end of the week, she didn't have anything in the flat. Another reason why she wanted to finish early, so she could go and do the shopping for next week. She usually did it Friday evening or Saturday morning, but she knew she would be out that night, and knowing Sean, they wouldn't be out of bed until lunchtime tomorrow. Slipping on her jacket, she watched the computer to make sure it closed down properly, then switched off the monitor and picked up her bag. Swiping her electronic clocking card through the machine by the door, one of many throughout the building, she left the office and headed for the canteen. She'd managed to miss the lunchtime rush, and had got through the checkout within a few minutes of entering the restaurant. With a cheese salad sandwich, a packet of crisps and a ginger biscuit clutched in her hand, she left the building and made her way towards her car. It was a fairly nice day, with a clear blue sky and no sign of rain. When she pulled out of the car park and onto the main road, the streets were quiet. The advantage of being able to leave work in the middle of the day, Stacy thought as she waited for the lights to change to green. Everyone else is still in the office. The lights changed, and Stacy put her foot down, bringing the car back to life. As she sped away up the road, she didn't see the blue Citroen passing her in the opposite direction. If she had, she wouldn't have recognized the driver, an attractive young girl somewhere in her late teens with long blonde hair. She may have recognized the girl's companion, though perhaps not in the condition she was used to seeing him. Sean was dressed in his dirty, oiled over-alls, and was groping at Jennifer's left leg through the tight blue jeans she was wearing. His hair was still scruffy, and the two-day-old stubble on his chin was now beginning to develop into a short beard. Jennifer occasionally took her eyes off the road to glance at Sean and the hand rubbing at her leg. This was the couples fourth meeting since they had met at the garage the day before, all of the previous three encounters having been entirely sexual in content. Their current meeting wasn't going to be much different, all they were looking for was somewhere private, or at least relatively private. Sean's partner, Billy, was working at the garage, which meant they hadn't been able to do anything there. Sean moved his hand up Jennifer's leg, and began groping at her crotch area. She glanced over at him, giggling like an excited schoolgirl. "Steady on, tiger," she said, taking one hand off the wheel to slap him away from the button of her jeans. "If you go in there now, we're going to end up having an accident." Sean grinned and removed his hand, only to place it on her chest instead, to cup her left breast. "How about there?" he asked, squeezing a little. "There's a car park over there," she said, still giggling. "If you really can't wait to do me, I'll park in there. At least we won't cause an accident." Jennifer turned off the main road into the car park, looking up at the name on the building next to it. The words "Woman's Word," were emblazoned on the front above the main entrance in large, neon letters. "Well, what do you know?" She said, as she found a space out of the way and turned off the engine. "I read that magazine every week." "Is it any good?" Sean asked, as he removed himself from his seatbelt, and leaned over to wrap his arms around the gorgeous teenager next to him. "They do write a few good stories," she admitted, as she struggled to undo her own belt. Sean was undoing the first of two buttons that were keeping her pink cardigan fastened over the flimsy white top she was wearing. Apart from the stringy straps keeping it up, her shoulders were bare. "Maybe they could write a story about the couple shagging in their office car park," he said with a leer as he tugged the cardigan off her. He began to kiss and lick at the top of her chest as he moved the stringy straps over her shoulders and out of the way. Jennifer leaned her head back over the headrest so that her lover's mouth could progress from her chest, up her neck to her chin, which he gently nipped with his teeth. Laughing, Jennifer lowered her head back down so that her face was level with Sean's. Leaning forward just a little, she took his bottom lip in her teeth and tugged. As she did so, she stuck out her tongue and licked along his upper lip. Sean made the closest noise he could to a snigger, and pulled his mouth away from Jennifer's teeth. A moment later, it was back, pressing against her lips, while she slid out her own tongue and began to explore his mouth. While his tongue continued it's passionate exploration of Jennifer's mouth, Sean's hands were doing some exploring of their own. Having started on the few bare inches of midriff between the bottom of the teenager's top and her tight jeans, he had slid his hands over her smooth, firm belly and up to her glorious tits, groping at them through the lacy cups of her bra. Jennifer pulled away from his oral assault so she could lift the t-shirt off her body and over her head. She tossed it into the space below her feet, and Sean wrapped his arms round her small frame, reaching towards the clasp of her bra. With a snap, it came apart and Jennifer slid the shoulder straps down her arm with a smile, her eyes sparkling at him sexily. Sean's eyes dropped to her chest as, with a little help from Jennifer's fingers, the cups fell away. Her delicious teenage tits were capped with tiny nipples that were so flat they looked like they were actually part of the areolas. Leaning forward, Sean stuck out his tongue and began to lap, not just at the girl's nipples but over her whole breasts. Jennifer's head went back over her headrest again, and she purred like a kitten. As the dirty mechanic continued to devour the young woman's chest, she looked over his head and out the windscreen at the people passing by. There was no one in the car park at the moment, but there were a few people walking past on the street. Some of them glanced over as they passed and their reactions to what they saw were mixed. An elderly gentleman gave a disapproving frown before hurrying on, while a young girl not much older than herself grinned at her and watched for a few seconds before continuing on her way. The realisation that she was doing this in public and that people could see her aroused her even more, and Jennifer felt her wet clit begin to throb. "My pussy," she whimpered, as Sean nibbled on her nipples. His constant licking had encouraged them to emerge a little from the surrounding flesh, and he was now able to draw them into his mouth. "Wha'?" he grunted, through his mouthful of tit, and Jennifer moaned as the movement caused his teeth to graze her hard nipple. "My pussy," she moaned again. "Touch it, please." With his face still buried in Jennifer's breasts, he had to find his way into her knickers by touch alone. Pressing the palm of his hand between her legs, he rubbed at the crotch of her jeans, his palm pressing against her pussy. With the tips of his fingers he could just feel the crack of her ass between her legs as he rubbed backwards and forwards. Jennifer could feel the material of her knickers chaffing against the lips of her bare pussy, as Sean's palm pressed at her core. His hand suddenly came further back, and she giggled at the sensation of his warm skin on her bare flesh as it moved over her belly. Probing fingers found the button of her jeans and popped it free, then slid the zip down. Slipping his hand into her open jeans, Sean caressed her wet knickers, tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the material of her underwear. Jennifer shuddered at his touch, longing for him to peel away her panties and lay his hands on her exposed entrance. "Touch me," she begged again. "I want to feel your fingers inside my wet cunt." Her dirty words got him even more excited, and he felt his cock grow another inch, straining against his pants for release. Gripping the thin waistband of her small, pink panties, Sean gave a tug and drew them down her long, slender legs. He grinned as her delicate, young pussy came into view, and gently stroked at the soft golden fur that clung to the edges. Exstacy! Ch. 04 "Don't you wanna make the pussy cat purr?" Jennifer whispered into Sean's ear, as he continued to munch on her tits, his fingers getting wetter in the folds of her pussy lips. "Mmmph," he mumbled round a mouthful of nipple, and rammed two of his fingers deep inside her pussy. Jennifer threw backed her head and squealed happily, as the two rough fingers explored her warm depths. *** Stacy dropped her keys onto the coffee table and collapsed into the depths of her soft, leather sofa. The end of another long, hard week. She wished she could just stay there and fall asleep, and not get up again until the next morning. Unfortunately, she was due to meet Sean at the restaurant at about 7pm, and if she wanted to eat the following week she had to get the shopping done before then. She looked at her watch. It was one o' clock. She could have her lunch, laze around for a couple of hours and watch some afternoon television, then nip to Tesco before she started getting ready. Dragging herself back out of the chair, she got to her feet and went back into the kitchen to collect her lunch and a small plate from the cupboard. She had just taken a bite from her first sandwich when the phone started to ring. Stacy's phone, a cordless receiver and cradle, was in the kitchen, but the girl normally kept the handset in the living room whenever she was at home. She'd forgotten to pick it up on this occasion, though, so she had to leave her sandwich for a moment and return to the kitchen to get it. She got to it on the fifth ring and, picking the receiver up from the cradle, held it to her ear. "Hello, Stacy Brooke," she said, speaking round the remains of her mouthful of chicken. "Your making a mistake," the unfamiliar voice on the other end said. Stacy almost choked on her sandwich. "I'm sorry?" she said, coughing and swallowing what was still in her mouth. "If you want to write a sleazy piece on an incestuous love child, that's your choice," the voice continued. "But you do not want to deal with the consequences of a political scandal. You have been warned." With that, there was a click and the line went silent. Stacy's blood ran cold. Had she just been threatened? She stared at the phone for a few moments, then held it back up to her ear. A flat toned, recorded message was telling her to please hang up. She did as she was told, pressing the red button that would end the call on her handset, and returned the phone to it's cradle before walking slowly, as if in a trance, back into the living room. It was a joke, she told herself as she continued eating her sandwich. Someone at work had found out about the article she was writing and was trying to scare her. It might even have been Amber. Even though the older woman was her best friend, she still sometimes played practical jokes on her. They played them on each other all the time, in fact. But if she really believed that, why did she still feel so scared? Stacy ate her lunch quickly and, once she had finished, put her rubbish in the bin and her plates in the sink. Then she picked her keys up off the table and headed to the door. She had changed her mind about watching some afternoon television before going back out. She didn't want to be in the house if she could help it, in case whoever had called her tried to phone again. Pausing only to grab her coat and to check that her wallet was in the pocket, she opened the door, stepped outside, and quickly locked it after her. *** It was one o'clock, and Phillip and Jessica were sitting outside on the grass, finishing the last of their packed lunches. It was on occasions such as these, when the two of them were more or less alone and enjoying each other's company, that Phillip wished he could just take her in his arms and explore her sweet mouth with his tongue. But what would her reaction be? They were good friends, best friends even, but Phillip had no idea what her response would be if he tried to reveal how he really felt about her. So he kept quite, kept his hands and tongue to himself and tried to think what subtle hints he could drop without coming out directly and telling her how much he wanted her. "So, what do you think?" Phillip looked at her, the words bringing him out of his daydream. What had she just asked him? "Erm, sorry?" "Have you even been listening to me," she asked, with that magic smile that always lit up her face, making her deep blue eyes sparkle. How could a simple smile look so erotic? "Sorry," he said. "I had something on my mind." What else could he say? I was lusting after you? "I was asking if you thought I'd made the right decision," she said. "About accepting the provisional offer from Cambridge." Exstacy! Ch. 05 It was one o'clock, and Phillip and Jessica were sitting outside on the grass, finishing the last of their lunches. It was on occasions such as these, when the two of them were more or less alone and enjoying each other's company, that Phillip wished he could just take her in his arms and explore her sweet mouth with his tongue. But what would her reaction be? They were good friends, best friends even, but Phillip had no idea what her response would be if he tried to reveal how he really felt about her. So he kept quite, kept his hands and tongue to himself and tried to think what subtle hints he could drop without coming out directly and telling her how much he wanted her. "So, what do you think?" Phillip looked at her, the words bringing him out of his daydream. What had she just asked him? "Erm, sorry?" "Have you even been listening to me," she asked, with that magic smile that always lit up her face, making her deep blue eyes sparkle. How could a simple smile look so erotic? "Sorry," he said. "I had something on my mind." What else could he say? I was lusting after you? "I was asking if you thought I'd made the right decision," she said. "About accepting the provisional offer from Cambridge." Phillip stopped for a moment half way through biting into his second cheese salad sandwich, but quickly resumed chewing. He didn't want her to see how much her revelation had affected him. "Cambridge?" he said, after swallowing his mouthful. "That's impressive. Considering we haven't even started our exams, yet." "I got Mrs. Beech to send them the results of my mock exams. They seemed quite impressed with them. Said as long as I didn't drop more than a grade in any of them, I had a confirmed place at the university in September." Jessica finished her sandwich, and rose to her knees to brush the crumbs off her jeans. It was a rather warm day, considering the time of year, and she'd taken off her sweatshirt. The top few buttons of the pink blouse she was wearing underneath were undone, and from her position on her knees Phillip was getting rather a good look down her top. More than enough to get a view of her well-formed breasts underneath, and to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tiny, delicate pink nipples capped her delicious tits, and the sight of them got Phillip's cock twitching in his tight jeans. "You ok?" the girl asked, as she resumed her sitting position. "You're blushing." "It's the sun," the boy lied, averting his gaze from his friends gorgeous chest, and hoping she couldn't see the bulge of his cock swelling in his trousers. *** Stacy lifted the last of the shopping bags out of the boot, and slammed the door down. After locking the car, she carried the remaining three bags into the flat, and put them down on the floor next to the other two she had already brought in, then glanced down at her watch. It was 3 O'clock. Four hours till she was due to meet Sean in the Queen's Arms. If she'd been driving, that would have left her with plenty of time, but she'd decided to go on the metro, and this meant it would be a journey of about forty-five minutes. She turned her attention to the row of plastic carrier bags on the floor, heaving one of them up on to the main kitchen work surface. Out of the bag she removed two bottles of wine, a red and a white, and a box of tissues. Sean normally preferred them to go back to his place after a night out, but sometimes he would invite himself over to her flat instead and on those occasions he liked her to have plenty of alcohol in. After putting the tissue box on the windowsill, Stacy opened the refrigerator and placed the bottle of white in the door alcove. The red she put in one of the cupboards, before moving on to the second bag. Within twenty minutes, everything had been put away and she was left with five empty plastic carrier bags, which she placed in the recycle box for the collectors to take the next morning. Then, making sure the door was locked and no one was going to come in, she went into the bedroom and began getting undressed for her shower. Stacy took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and, crossing her arms, drew it up her body and over her head. Her long, shiny blonde hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, hiding the swellings of her medium-sized breasts. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp of her bra, and slipped the straps down her arms. The cups fell away from her chest, and her young breasts spilled out, her delicate nipples and areolas just visible through her golden locks. The discarded bra joined her t-shirt in the corner of the room, followed a few moments later by her tight, denim shorts. Then her knickers, down over her thighs, past her fur-covered mound and down her legs. Once they reached her knees, they dropped the rest of the way without any assistance and she stepped out of them. Once inside the shower, Stacy moaned as the semi-scalding spray hit her skin, and flowed down her body. The drops collected in the light fur between her legs, where they formed a continuous stream that travelled down her inner right leg to the floor of the shower. She ran her hands through her long, blonde hair until it was wet and slick. Then she squeezed a small amount of shampoo into her hand, and began to massage it into her scalp. The hot water continued to roll down her body, trickling over her breasts and hardening the tips of her sensitive nipples. After giving her hair a final rub, Stacy picked up the bottle of shower crème and squirted it directly from the bottle onto her chest. The white, milky fluid ran down her chest and over her breasts in streams. Still holding the open bottle in one hand, she began to smear it all over her upper body with the other. She ran her fingers round her areolas and over her nipples, rubbing and squeezing each breast in turn, covering them with the white cream. Then she squeezed another generous amount all over her tummy, and the cold liquid began to run between her thighs and down her legs. Putting the bottle down now, she used both hands to spread the cream all over her tummy, over her furry mound, round the top of her legs and across her bottom. Lifting one long, slender leg at a time, she spread it all the way to her ankles and round her feet. Once her whole body was covered in the white, slippery cream, she stepped back under the water, and allowed the spray to begin rinsing her off. As her hands began to caress her body, she thought back to the events of the previous days lunchtime experience. Her fingers danced over her breasts and nipples, stroking at the furry cleft between her legs. The hot water had now begun to loosen her vagina, and Stacy moaned as she found herself parting her outer lips with her fingers. As she continued to rub, her clitoris emerged from its hood, and she shuddered as she accidentally grazed it with a fingernail. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, biting her lip to prevent any sounds of pleasure from escaping her mouth. Both hands were frantically at work between her legs now, and she could feel herself coming closer and closer to orgasm. Her head was thrown back under the sprays, the water rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and down her face, neck and shoulders, and leaving it to flow over her breasts and down her body. Some of it was even being rubbed into her vagina, mixing with her own juices as her orgasm began to burst out and explode across her body. She tensed and arched her back, biting down harder on her bottom lip as the intense feelings of pleasure exploded over her and around her. As the feeling subsided, she dropped to her knees, one hand pressed against the wall of the shower to support her; the other still clasped between her legs and pressed against her throbbing pussy. A mixture of water, shampoo, shower crème and pussy juice flowed around her, as she tried to regain control of her heavy breathing. After a few moments, she climbed groggily to her feet, and began to rinse the mixture from her hair and body. Then she turned off the water and climbed out of the shower, reaching for a fresh, warm towel to dry herself off. *** It was 5 O'clock, and Amber was hurriedly finishing off the last of her packing for her weekend trip to her sister's. Imogen was due any minute and Amber didn't want to keep her waiting. The same thing seemed to happen every time she went away. No matter how early she started getting ready, she was never ready for the time she wanted to be. Squeezing a bottle of deodorant into the bag on top of her pink nightdress, Amber zipped up the holdall and struggled to carry it downstairs. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs and was about to put the bag down, when she realised she had forgotten to pack a sweatshirt she wanted to take. She looked at her watch. Two minutes past five. Quickly, she dashed back up stairs and into her bedroom. Just as she was opening the drawer, the doorbell rang. She snatched the sweatshirt from the drawer, slammed the drawer shut and raced back downstairs. She opened the front door and grinned at her smiling sister standing on the doorstep. "You ready?" Imogen asked, as Amber once more unzipped her bag to place the sweater on top. "Just about," she said, with a sigh. "Just got to put my shoes on, then I'll be with you. So, what you've got planned for us, tonight?" The last words were spoken as Amber disappeared through the kitchen door, a few feet away from the front door down the short hallway of Amber's ground floor. Despite the fact that she was single and lived alone, Amber still lived in a two floor, three bed roomed semi. Far too much room for a twenty-something girl living on her own, but she had never gotten round to finding another place. She hoped that eventually she'd find a suitable young woman to share it with. Preferably, the young woman she worked with, but she didn't think that was going to happen soon. A few moments later, Amber emerged once more from the kitchen, this time wearing her coat and shoes and ready to go. Although Imogen and her husband didn't have any children, they had a rather large eight-seat car. Amber believed it was because Kieran liked to show off all the money he made, though she'd never commented on it. Kieran was waiting in the car when the two women came outside, and he leaned over to open the front passenger door for his wife, and to unlock the back door for Amber. As Imogen took the holdall off Amber and went to put it in the boot, Amber opened the door and got into the car. "Hiya, gorgeous," her brother greeted, as she closed the door and fastened her seat belt. "How are you today." "Not bad," she answered with a smile. "What about you?" "Great, now you're here," he said with a wink, as Imogen closed the boot and came round to get into the front passenger seat. "What you two discussing?" Imogen asked, as she got in and closed the door. "Nothing, darling," Kieran said, giving his wife a peck on the cheek that quickly developed into a nuzzling of her neck. Imogen giggled and pushed him away. "Just drive the car," she said, as she inserted her own belt into the buckle on the side of her seat. "I'd like to be home by midnight." *** Two and a half hours later, as Amber sped along the motorway in the back of her sister and brothers car, Stacy sat alone at a table in the Queen's Arms, a quiet pub not far from the city centre. She was now half way through her second glass of wine, and was beginning to think that Sean wasn't going to turn up. He'd never been late before. Most of the time, it was actually him who was waiting, and her who was making the embarrassed apologies as to why she hadn't been able to make it on time. Even those occasions had only been five or ten minutes, though. Nowhere near the whole half hour that Stacy had been waiting for him tonight. She adjusted the front of her low cut, sparkly red dress, then took another sip from her almost empty wine glass. She wasn't wearing a bra, as Sean said he preferred her not to. Easier to get his hands in if he wanted a quick grope on the way back to the flat, he'd said on one occasion. He'd also asked her to go without her knickers as well for the same reason, but this was where she'd drawn the line. Getting her tits groped in public was bad enough, but there was no way she was going to have her pussy fingered while people were passing by. She just wasn't the slut that Sean wanted her to be. Stacy was just about to give up and go home, when a voice from behind her made her jump. "Hiya, gorgeous. Sorry I'm late." She turned round and looked up into Sean's grinning face. He was now clean shaved, his hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in a rather expensive looking suite. In one hand he was carrying a briefcase, while in the other was a rather large bunch of flowers. "I've been in meetings with clients all day. I still had another one booked, but I told them I had something more important to do." Still grinning, he handed her the flowers and leant forward to nuzzle into her neck. "God, you look gorgeous. You're getting me hard already. How about you give my dick a rub with your foot once I sit down?" Giving him a weak smile, Stacy nodded, and as Sean went to sit down, she slid one of her high-heeled red shoes off her bare foot. Sean pulled his chair in as far as he could under the table and slid down in his seat so Stacy would be able to reach him. Stacy lifted her foot and, putting it between Sean's legs, was surprised to find herself rubbing against his warm, hard cock. She'd thought she'd be feeling him through his clothes, but he'd unzipped his trousers and lowered his boxers so that Stacy's foot could rub his bare organ. Biting her lip she looked around at all the other people drinking and talking in the bar. Then, she gripped the edges of her seat and lowered herself further down the chair, so she could reach further. She rubbed her big toe over the large head of Sean's massive cock, and then rubbed the sole of her foot up and down his length. Sean bit his lip and began to rock in the chair, rubbing his cock against Stacy's foot. Stacy felt him begin to throb against the sole of her bare foot, and moments later she felt him release a stream of warm cream, which spread over the front of her foot and between her toes. "I did say I was horny, didn't I?" Seam murmured, as he continued to rub his softening cock against her foot. "Come on, let's go to the toilets. I want to eat your pussy." With a sigh, Stacy got to her feet and pushed her chair in, while Sean slipped his cock back into his trousers and zipped himself up. She wasn't really in the mood for this, but Sean could be very persuasive. If she didn't go to the toilets with him, he'd probably be under the table lifting her dress in a few seconds. She led the way to the ladies bathroom with Sean following close behind, a look of lust in his eyes. Although Sean had told Stacy it was her pussy he wanted, the first thing he did after getting her alone in the toilets was to peel away the straps of her dress and release her glorious, full tits. Thrusting his face into her chest, he began to suck on the flesh of each breast, occasional running his tongue down the deep valley between them. Stacy had been reluctant to engage in such a public sexual act with Sean, but now that he had her tits out in the ladies toilets she was beginning to get more excited. The feel of his warm, rough tongue on her breasts, and the sharpness of his teeth biting at her nipples was already starting to draw moisture from her pussy. Whimpering softly, she hitched up her dress and slipped her hand between her legs, rubbing at herself through her damp knickers. Seeing that his lover had moved a couple stages ahead of him, Sean gave the nipple he was working on one last lick, and then shifted his attention lower down. Lifting her up, he sat the girl down on one of the small washbasins, and helped her lift her dress up a little higher. The dress was now little more than a belt, scrunched up around her midriff. Above, her chest and breasts were exposed, heaving up and down as she panted with lust. Below the belt, anyone coming in would have been able to see Stacy's bare midriff, long slender legs and frilly, lace clad crotch. They would also have been able to see Stacy's delicious pussy gradually coming into view as Sean slid her panties slowly down her legs, before letting them fall from her feet to land on the tiled floor of the public toilets in a crumpled heap. Sean placed his hands on Stacy's inside thighs; his thumb nails almost touching the protective fur on either side of her lips, then slowly ran them down the inside of her legs to her knees. Stacy giggled at the tickling sensation, as Sean savoured the feel of her smooth, soft skin. Although Stacy was at least five years older than the girl he had done in the car park of woman's World that afternoon, she seemed much younger. She wasn't small, but she had the figure and features of a girl in her mid-teens, and the soft, delicate skin to match. Sean's exploring finger's reached her knees, and he gently prised them apart. With his head between her legs, ready to lunge forward to devour her loosening pussy, Sean looked up into the girl's face. Her eyes sparkled sexily as she smiled back down at him from between her breasts. Her long, shiny blonde hair had fallen in front of her face. She brushed it back behind her ears and nodded slowly, inviting him to take what he wanted. Not that it mattered, he was going to eat her anyway, but the fact that she was actually offering her wet pussy to him made it feel a little sexier. His cock twitched and began to throb in his trousers, and he knew he'd have to bury that in her before they left the ladies room, too. Returning her smile with a wicked grin of his own, Sean dove in to the honey pot in front of him. Stacy squealed as Sean's jaw began to work at her pussy, tugging on her lips with his teeth. The sound reminded him of the noise Jennifer had made earlier that day as he had buried two of his fingers in her wet passage. Drawing back for a moment, he looked up at her and grinned, the whole lower part of his face glistened with pussy juice from just under his nose to the bottom of his chin. "You know, if I make you come in my mouth, you've got to let me come in yours," he said, licking some of the liquid off his lips. Stacy nodded rapidly, desperate for Sean to resume his munching. She wasn't keen on the taste of the white cream that shot from Sean's cock, but right now she was extremely close to the edge and she would have agreed to anything in order to get him to finish her off. She thought she'd even let him do her up the rear, which was something she absolutely hated. Sean buried his face back in her crotch, this time ramming his tongue right inside her. Stacy realised that he was looking for her g-spot, and when he found it she had to stuff her fist into her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out. Her whole body shook and shuddered as her lover lapped at the hard, sensitive patch inside her. As her orgasm continued, she looked down between her legs and watching as he devoured her gushing hole, her juices dribbling over the sides of his mouth and down his chin. *** It took almost three hours for Amber to reach her sister's house. The building, a large, converted barn, was almost a mansion. From the main entrance, a visitor could go right into a small bar area that led into a conservatory. The conservatory itself opened onto an outdoor veranda, with a small pond in the middle. There was a brick barbecue, covered at the moment, that was used regularly during the summer months. Going left from the porch led into a large, formal living room, that the family used when entertaining guests after a dinner party. This room led into dining room itself, which was also a large, elegant room, that Kieran and Imogen only really used when they had guests. The next room was another living room, but this was less formal than the other one. It was the room that the couple used for themselves, where they went to read or to watch television. There were a couple of chairs and sofas, and several bookcases lined with books, videos and DVDs. The last room on the ground floor was the kitchen, also a rather large room, and split into three sections. The largest was the kitchen area itself, with a large Aga cooker dominating the centre. Other cupboards and storage racks ran around the outside of the room. In another corner of the room, the second of the three sections was a round breakfast table made of brick and a glass top with black polished wooden edge. This part of the house had actually been the middle of the farmyard before Kieran had converted it, and this table was in fact the farm's well. Kieran had knocked down the wall of the well, re-bricked it, and placed a wooden cover on top. Three spotlights had been installed at regular intervals around the well, below the wood and glass top, and when they were switched on they illuminated almost half the depth of the well. Exstacy! Ch. 05 Amber and Imogen were alone in the house, sitting in the informal living room and sipping glasses of white wine, an open fire roaring in front of them. Kieran had gone out for the night with some friends, in order to give his wife and sister time to catch up. With a large room to fill the heat from the fire didn't always get everywhere, but the sisters were very close to the edge. They were both sitting on the floor with their backs resting against the sofas, and were almost through their second bottle of wine. "What about you, then?" Imogen giggled, taking another generous mouthful from her glass. "You been entertaining anyone between the sheets, recently?" Amber swallowed nervously. Her sister knew about her interest in other women, but didn't know she had her eye on her best friend. As far as her sister knew, she was just having lesbian sexual fantasies. Even so, the two sisters were very close and they usually told each other everything. Amber decided to admit her feelings. "There is one girl ..." she started, before trailing off. Imogen immediately sat up in surprise, her eyes sparkling. "You mean you've done it? You've actually been to bed with a woman?" Amber's face went scarlet, and she shook her head wildly. "No, it's not like that. The thing is, she doesn't know I'm interested in her. Doesn't even know I like women." Her voice began to quiver a little as she spoke, but she managed to keep it under control. This was the first time she had spoken about her feelings for Stacy out loud, and she was only now beginning to realise how strong those feelings were. "Why not? You never know, she might be lusting after you. Thinking about you every night in bed, while she's exploring her bush." Amber bit her lip, trying not to giggle. This was a serious subject for her, and she didn't want to make a joke about it. "Don't joke," she said, unable to restrain a snigger herself. "Anyway, she's my best friend, and I don't know how she feels about lesbians. I might disgust her, then she'll never want to speak to me again." Seeing that her sister was getting upset, Imogen put her glass down and shuffled a little closer. "Hey, sis, you'd never disgust anyone. You're gorgeous. I bet even if she is straight, one look at you with your kit off would have her drooling." As she said this, she put her arm round her younger sister's shoulder and pulled her closer. "Even if she was interested, I wouldn't know what to do," the younger woman continued. "She'd expect me to be experienced, to have done it before ..." She trailed off once more and Imogen looked at her, wide eyed. "You don't know what to do?" "Well, of course I know what to do," she corrected herself. "But I've never actually done it before. I'd be like a teacher who doesn't know how to teach." Imogen took another sip from her wine, and then put the glass back down. "What you need is someone to practise on," the older woman said. "Someone who won't mind if you make mistakes." Amber smiled up weakly at her big sister. "That would be nice," she said. "But how do I find someone? Put an advert in the paper?" Amber smiled to herself as she said these words. She remembered she'd said something similar to Stacy only a couple of days before. "Not if you don't want to," Imogen said, crawling closer to her again and casually fingering at the top button of the blouse she was wearing. "You can have me, if you want." Amber stared at her older sister. Her beautiful older sister, with short dark hair, a sprinkling of freckles and a chest that Amber remembered having in her early teenage years. Was Imogen really offering herself to her? With a suggestive smile, Imogen popped open the button she was playing with, and moved on to begin fingering the next. Amber swallowed as she felt her clit twinge. Yes, it looked as if Imogen was indeed offering herself to her younger sister. "So, do you want me here, or in the bedroom?" "Right here will be fine," she tried to say, but Imogen had already leaned in, parting Amber's lips with her tongue and slipping inside to explore her mouth. Exstacy! Ch. 06 The flames of the open fire danced hypnotically in the fireplace of the large living room. The warmth she was feeling wasn't coming from that direction, though. Her whole body was glowing as she sat on the floor next to her sister, her back against the white leather sofa, and watched as the older woman fingered the top button of the white blouse she was wearing. Her beautiful older sister, with short dark hair, a sprinkling of freckles and a chest that Amber remembered having in her early teenage years. "You can have me, if you want," Imogen said, as she crawled closer, slowly releasing the button she was playing with from its hole. Amber stared at her older sister as, with a suggestive smile, she slowly lowered her fingers to the next button. She popped it open, revealing the smooth, pale flesh of her collarbone and the top few centimetres of her chest, and moved on to the next. Amber swallowed as she felt her clit twinge. Yes, it looked as if Imogen was indeed offering herself to her younger sister. More tender, soft flesh came into view, as Imogen continued to open her blouse. Her breasts, the small, tender breasts of a girl in her early teens, emerged from the confines of their prison. Only her delicate white bra prevented her younger sister from viewing her gorgeous tits in all their glory. "So, where do you want me? Here, or in the bedroom?" With the hand that wasn't unbuttoning her blouse, Imogen leant forward, reaching behind her sister' head and releasing her long, red hair from where it was tied back. It tumbled down, cascading down her back and round her face like a fiery fountain. "Right here will be fine," Amber murmured, as Imogen's mouth found her lips. Opening them with her own tongue she slipped inside and began to explore. Amber returned the kiss, her own tongue caressing Imogen's and lighting the fire in her pussy. As her desire continued to rise, her hands came up and pushed Imogen's fingers away from her blouse, hurriedly pulling apart the final buttons and tugging the tail from the waistband of her skirt. The two women worked together to pull the sleeves from Imogen's arms, turning the blouse inside out as they did so. Their tongues continued to explore each others mouths as Amber helped undress her older sister. At 26, Amber was four years younger than her thirty-year-old sister, though Imogen had the body of a much younger woman. Amber stood up and, pulling Imogen to her feet as well, reached behind her back to unsnap the clasp of her bra. The straps fell away, dangling at her back, and Amber reached for her shoulders to slip off the straps there. The bra fell away, and immediately Amber's hands were on the small, delicate tits as she rubbed and squeezed them, her tongue attacking the pink areolas and tiny nipples as it drew them into her hungry mouth. "You're mouth is so soft," Imogen whispered, looking down at her sister and tenderly stroking her hair. The younger girl looked back into her eyes as she used her tongue to press the nipple into the flesh of her breast. "So much gentler than Kieran. He always seems to want to use his teeth." Without responding to her comments, Amber began to kiss her way down Imogen's body. Each time she placed her lips on the bare skin, she opened her mouth a little and gave a quick lick. This brought wriggles and giggles of delight from the older girl, as the rough tongue glided over her body. Amber's descending mouth finally reached Imogen's belly, and the top of her dark blue denim jeans. She reached out for the buckle of the large belt, ready to undo it and drag the jeans down her sister's legs. Imogen bit her lip and swallowed nervously, trying to prevent any sign of her apprehension from showing. Amber's attention was now on the button of her jeans, so Imogen knew she wouldn't be able to see any signs of fear in her eyes, if there was any there. It had been her idea to offer herself to her younger sister in this way, but she had never considered herself to be a lesbian and even now didn't feel that she was interested in girls that way. She was getting highly aroused by her sister's oral administrations on her body, her pussy was extremely soft and wet and her hardened clit was beginning to throb, but that wasn't a reflection on her sexuality, was it? When her husband was out at work and she was alone in the bedroom masturbating, it was to the thought of a man's cock in her pussy or in her mouth, not a girl's tongue at her clit. So she wasn't really a lesbian, was she? This was just the excitement of a new, previously untried, sexual experience, wasn't it? A sharp flash of pleasure suddenly interrupted her thoughts, and she looked down to find that her sister had undone her jeans and slipped a hand into the crotch of her panties. Imogen shuddered as the younger girl's fingers probed at her clit and round the entrance of her moist pussy. Imogen whimpered as they began to dance through her wet folds, and she spread her legs wider to allow her sister better access. Amber threw a naughty smile at her sister as she ran her figures through the older woman's furry pussy. Imogen looked down at her as she crouched on the floor between her legs and tried to smile back, but at that moment the tips of Amber's fingers dipped inside her entrance. Imogen shuddered and collapsed onto the sofa behind her, unable to remain on her feet any longer. Her head went back over the top of the chair and moans of delight began to flow from her lips. Still prodding at the slick, oily opening with two fingers, Amber put her other hand on Imogen's leg and opened her wider, crawling nearer as she did so. With her head so far back, and her eyes staring up at the ceiling, Imogen had no idea what the younger girl was doing until she felt the tongue fluttering over the hood of her clitoris. The shot of electricity through her pussy made her gasp, and she involuntarily drew back for a moment. Before Amber could move forward to resume her munching, a hand came up behind her head and dragged her back into Imogen's steaming pussy. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed her sister's entire pussy into her mouth, her tongue working its way all round her swollen clit and her puffy lips. Imogen squealed, her whole body gyrating and one hand squeezing at her small tits. Her other hand was still clutching at Amber's head, making sure the younger girl didn't move until Imogen came in her face. *** Kieran turned the key in the lock and turned the handle, slowly pushing the door open. The house was in darkness and all was silent. Guessing that the girls had already gone up to bed, Kieran quietly closed the door behind him and relocked it. Then he crept up the stairs to the first floor landing, past the guest room that his sister would now occupying and reached the bedroom at the end, which he shared with his wife. Pushing the bedroom door open he slipped inside, and looked across at the sleeping form of his wife on the bed. He felt his cock twitch as he stared down at her body, slightly illuminated in the twilight. The young woman was lying on top of the bed sheets, wearing a pyjama shirt that was wide open, exposing her delicate breasts and her smooth belly. Below the waist, she was totally naked. Her legs were spread apart, one out straight and the other slightly bent at the knee. In the dim light, Kieran couldn't make out the covering of fur around his wife's pussy, but he knew it was there. He'd touched it, tasted it and rubbed his hard cock through it on numerous occasions. Tugging at his tie and pulling at the top buttons of his shirt, he advanced on the sleeping woman. Part of him knew it was selfish of him to wake his wife at this time of night simply to satisfy his own lust, but seeing her lying there so welcomingly was too much for him. He had to have her, right now. Pulling off his shirt, he tossed it into the corner of the room and crossed the distance between the door and the bed in three large strides. Crawling onto the bed, he leaned forward between Imogen's spread legs, dipping his tongue into the folds of her pussy. She wriggled slightly, whimpering softly in her sleep and unconsciously opening her legs wider to allow easier access to this unexpected intruder. Kieran grinned, licking her flavour off his lips and tugging off his trousers and underwear as he crawled up her body. He nibbled softly on her neck for a few moments, and then drove his hard cock between her pussy lips and deep into her wet, velvety depths. Kieran wasn't sure at what point he realised that he had made a mistake, because so many things happened at once. He guessed he should have realised that the taste on his lips after eating the woman was not that of his wife, but he was to overcome with lust to think about it. The first thing he noticed upon thrusting his cock into the woman below him was that she did not in fact have any fur, or hair of any type, around her pussy lips. This girl was completely shaved. At the same moment he realised this, there was a scream of something between pleasure and pain as the girl suddenly woke up and realised that someone was screwing her. "What the hell's going on here? Kieran, what are you doing?" Kieran looked up, blinded by the light that had come on in the en suite bathroom and spilled into the bedroom. As his vision began to return, he saw the figure of his wife standing in the doorway, wearing a nightdress and robe. In shock and surprise he looked down at the young woman he was lying on, and in the new light he recognized her as his sister. Leaping up from the bed, Kieran pulled his trousers back up and backed away. "What's going on here?" he asked in alarm, his eyes flashing from one woman to the other. "What's Amber doing in our bed?" Kieran saw that the shock in his eyes was mirrored in those of the young woman lying in the bed, but he guessed that was just the surprise of waking up to find her brother's cock buried in her pussy. "Amber just had a bad dream," Imogen replied calmly, coming over to sit next to her sister, and tenderly stroking the girl's hair. "I said she could get into bed with me for a bit. She must have fallen asleep and not realised you'd come in." "I ... I'm sorry," Amber mumbled nervously, her head lowered with embarrassment. "I should have stayed in my own room. I'll go back ..." Climbing from the bed, she headed for the door. "It's my fault," Imogen said, as the girl pulled away from her. "I should have remembered that Kieran can be quite ... amorous when he gets in late at night." Kieran, still a little shocked at what had just happened, didn't say anything until the young woman had left the room. *** Stacy lay naked in the bed, Sean curled up beside her. She thought back to the two highlights of the evening, the two orgasms she'd had. The only two orgasms she'd ever had with Sean, if you could call them that. She'd gone through all the motions, the throbs and convulsions and her body had shaked and shuddered. But had she really enjoyed it? And was it really an orgasm if she hadn't? It hadn't felt anything like the experience she'd had in the sex clinic, when Fiona had rammed the dildo into her pussy, making her think it was the head of a hair brush. She realised that the thought of that earlier experience, and the anticipation of the one that was due on Monday morning, was arousing her much more than any of the evenings activities had done. She looked over at the dark shape in the bed next to her. Why wasn't this man exciting her sexually? He was an extremely adventurous lover. How many other people would have eaten her in the toilets of a public restaurant? But for some reason she just wasn't enjoying the sex she had with him. She turned to look at the radio alarm clock on the cabinet next to her. It was 7.30. The alarm would be going off in half an hour, so there wasn't really any point in trying to get back to sleep. When it went off, Sean would wake up in a horny mood and would want to have his way with her again. Taking care not to wake the sleeping form next to her, Stacy pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed, pausing to slip Sean's dressing gown on over her naked body. Picking her clothes up from where they had unceremoniously been thrown and tossed the night before, she slipped out the room, down the hall and into the bathroom. In the privacy of the small bathroom, where she could dress comfortably without worrying about waking Sean, she slipped back into the clothes she had been wearing the night before. She could still smell herself on her panties, though they had dried long ago. Stepping into them, she slid them up her legs and adjusted them against her pussy. She found her bra, slipped it over her chest and fastened it round her back, then slipped her tits into the cups. She stepped into the sparkling, low cut red dress she had worn the night before and pulled it up her body, pulling the straps over her shoulders. Not the kind of thing you normally wore out on the street at 8.00 on a Saturday morning, but other than going naked it was all she had. Rather than going back into the bedroom to return the dressing gown, Stacy slipped it over the hook on the back of the bathroom door, then crept across the landing. She paused briefly to peer into the bedroom in order to make sure Sean was still asleep. He had turned over since she had gone out, but definitely looked as if he'd still be out for hours. Or rather, forty-five minutes, as it was now quarter to eight. Stacy hurriedly crossed the landing and crept down the stairs, thankful that Sean had never decided to have a burglar alarm fitted. She let herself out the back door, and headed home. *** Imogen and Kieran spent the day showing Amber some of the many attractions of the area. For a small rural village, there was quite a lot to see. Her sister and brother showed Amber round various cathedrals and other historical buildings, and they stopped for lunch at a small coffee shop on the bank of a canal running through the village. Exstacy! Ch. 07 Stacy sat behind the wheel of her car, peering out the window at the large mansion-like building that housed the Ecstatic Sex therapy clinic. The whole weekend had passed in excited anticipation, with Stacy hardly being able to wait for her first proper appointment. Now she was actually there, though, looking up at the tall imposing building, she started to feel a little uncertain. Did she really need to be here? The reason she'd decided to come in the first place was because she hadn't been enjoying sex with her boyfriend, but that seemed to have changed. Since Friday night, Sean had shagged her in the restaurant, in the park, on the front doorstep of her flat and in a quiet section of the clothes department at the local supermarket. She came every time, but had she actually enjoyed it? She tried to tell herself she had, but the truth was she couldn't remember ever having felt more sexual pleasure than she had during her introductory session at the clinic. She opened the door and climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut and locking it with the button on her key. Turning, she walked the few yards up the country road towards the house, then stopped suddenly. Parked almost right outside the clinic was Amber's car. It was definitely hers; Stacy recognized the first few digits of the number on the license plate. A cold shiver ran through her. What was Amber doing there? Had she found out where Stacy was going and come to spy on her? Had she come to make a surprise appointment for her? Or was she here for a session herself? Stacy continued on her way along the road and up the drive of the house, but now her eyes were flitting about, scanning the surroundings for any sign of her best friend. She didn't want the other woman to know she was there if she could help it, she was embarrassed enough as it was. The soles of her trainers crunched softly on the gravel as she approached the entrance to the large building, and climbed the steps to the door. Gingerly she reached forwards to press the doorbell, and was rewarded a few moments later by a female voice telling her to push the door. She stepped forward into the clinic. As soon as anyone entered the reception area of the clinic, the sexual analogy was immediately apparent. The entrance hall was suggestive of a woman's genitals, with a short, wide entrance passage opening out into a rather large reception and waiting area. The vaginal canal opening into the inner deeper depths of the female body. Two longer, thinner passages curved off to the left and right. The reception area, with its Victorian style chandeliers and elaborate wall decorations, was almost empty. Other than Stacy, the only person there was the young receptionist sitting behind the desk. Behind the girl, a central staircase led up to a balcony running round three of the four walls, with doorways to several rooms clearly visible. The girl looked up from some paperwork and smiled as Stacy entered. There seemed to be more to the expression than a simple friendly greeting. Something personal, and perhaps even sensual. Stacy swallowed nervously as she returned the smile, remembering the young woman she had seen emerging from one of the upstairs rooms on her previous visit. The girl, clad only in a short, skimpy bathrobe, had been accompanying one of the clinic's two senior consultants and her client. The thought occurred to her that the reception staff might do more than just file paperwork and answer the phones. "Good morning," the girl said, still smiling. "Stacy, wasn't it?" The young journalist realised that it was the same receptionist who had been on the last time she had visited. "Yes," she replied. "I've got my first appointment. 11am." "Yes," the girl said, scanning a list of names, then looking back up at Stacy. "You're Cornelius's first appointment. If you'd like to take a seat, he'll be out in a moment." Thanking the girl, Stacy went over to take a seat in one of the ornately decorated, velvet covered chairs. Several minutes passed, during which time Stacy thought she occasionally heard the muted sounds of moans and screams from one of the rooms down the corridor to the left. Although they were barely audible, Stacy guessed that this was due to soundproofing rather than the volume of the screams. From the sound of it, there was quite a lot of energy going into making them. The receptionist looked up from her work, and must have been able to tell what Stacy was listening to. "Fiona's giving another client the introductory session," she said. Stacy gave her a knowing smile, remembering her own experience a few days ago. "I'm sure she'll enjoy it," she replied. At that moment, there was the sound of a door opening on the upstairs balcony, and Stacy looked up to see a middle-aged, grey haired man descending the stairs. "Good morning Stacy, I'm Cornelius," the man said, as he reached the bottom of the stairs and approached her. For a moment Stacy thought that he and Fiona looked more like brother and sister than husband and wife, then she realised that she didn't actually know the relationship between the two senior consultants of the clinic. She had assumed that running a place like these they would be married, it didn't seem the kind of thing you'd do with your brother. Stacy brushed the thought aside as she held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Cornelius," she replied, quickly remembering what Fiona had said previously about the policy regarding the use of first names. The older man took her hand and shook it briefly, before indicating for her to lead the way. She was about to head down the same corridor she had taken the last time, but Cornelius stopped her. "Not that way, we'll be using one of the rooms upstairs today. Third door on your right when you get up the stairs." Stacy felt a warm flush spread across her body as she remembered the young woman in the bathrobe. She slowly ascended the curved staircase, closely followed by Cornelius, and emerged onto the balcony. The balcony stretched ahead of her for several feet until it reached a second curved staircase leading back down to the entrance hall. On Stacy's right there was a long gold banister topped with a wooden rail, while on the left there was a row of about four or five doors. She made her way down the corridor, past the first two doors then came to stop outside the third. Like all the others, it was a plain, varnished wooden door. The only unusual thing about it was the handle, which was the same on all the doors along the balcony. It was in the form of an elaborate design. Two figures, a man and a woman, both naked and moulded perfectly together. The woman was leaning forward slightly and the man, gripping her bare breasts in his hands for support, was penetrating her from behind. Cornelius indicated for Stacy to open the door and she reached out slowly, hesitant to touch the erotic figure. The warm flush, which had begun to fade up until now, once more crept across her body and she felt her nipples begin to harden. As she leaned towards the figures on the door handle, they rubbed against the inside of her t-shirt and she shuddered as the sensation caused a brief throb in her clit. Closing her eyes, she allowed her fingers to caress the small figures of the two lovers, delicately tracing the contours of her breasts, her smooth belly, the base of his cock slightly protruding from the lips of her pussy ... With a sudden gasp she remembered where she was and her eyes snapped open. Quickly moistening her dry lips with her tongue, she pushed the door open and almost fell into the room. Shivering slightly she looked around as Cornelius entered the room behind her and closed the door. It was a room she recognised, as it was similar to one she had seen on a video during her first visit. A four-post bed was against the back wall, with curtains of a semi-transparent material hanging round all four sides. In the corners on either side of the bed a number of cushions had been strewn, and small scented candles burned on low tables. The room looked like a scene out of an Arabian film and felt extremely sensual, especially after Stacy's experience on her way into the room. Cornelius indicated for her to sit on the edge of the bed, and he followed to sit next to her. "First, I want to thank you for joining the programme," he said. "There are three stages, but the speed at which you pass through is entirely up to you. Some people spend more time on one stage than others. The first stage is to train your body to release as much sexual energy as possible. The level of orgasm you are currently experiencing is probably extremely miniscule compared to it's full potential. We'll be showing you how to reach that potential. "The next stage will be to show you how you can reach that maximum potential with the minimum ... activity. Experiencing a g-spot orgasm just by touching your nipples, for examples. Only by this point, you should have gone far beyond g-spot orgasms." Stacy stared at him wide eyed at this point, but he just smiled at her. "The third stage is the most important," he continued. "The release of all this orgasmic energy, especially for those inexperienced in its use, can have ... possibly harmful side effects. That's why we insist that you don't practise any of the techniques we show you here outside the clinic, unless we've asked you to. Not until after you've finished the programme." The feelings of discomfort Stacy had been feeling since arriving at the clinic had begun to diminish while Cornelius had been talking. The subject of conversation was still sexual, but it now seemed more medical in its approach. Now, though, it began to change, as Cornelius inched closer to her and placed his hand on her leg, just below the hem of the short skirt she was wearing. "We begin the first stage by introducing you to gradually more intense and pleasurable sexual experiences." As he spoke, he slowly began to move his hand up her leg, pushing the edge of her skirt up higher. "Of course, you do not have to take part in any of these, if you don't want to. If you feel uncomfortable with anything we can try an alternative, or skip it altogether. And you can leave the programme whenever you like." The hand continued to move, pushing her skirt higher. Stacy swallowed, whimpering softly. "We're going to start with something simple," Cornelius said softly, as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and pushed her down into the soft folds of the bed. "I'm going to have sex with you." With some hesitation, Stacy allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed, raising her arms so that Cornelius could lift up the front of her t-shirt. Working one handed, his other hand still on Stacy's leg and pushing her skirt up even higher, he revealed her smooth, pale belly and the slight, gently rising mound of one breast. The hand on her thigh had reached the waistband of her knickers, slipped inside, and was now moving round to her crotch, groping between her legs, warm, gentle fingers exploring the soft, silky fur at her entrance. Stacy moaned and arched her back, lifting her upper body off the bed and bringing her naked breast closer to Cornelius's face. Looking down, she saw how close her nipple was to the older man's mouth, and she thrust her chest out the extra few millimetres. Accepting the invitation, Cornelius's tongue slipped out of his mouth and began to lap at her areola. The girl sighed and shuddered as her nipple hardened and he sucked it in between his lips. At the same time he removed his other hand from her crotch and used it to push up the other side of her t-shirt, exposing the rest of her upper body. The hand was wet from the juice of her pussy, and as he moved it over her body it left a glistening trail, up her belly and across her breast to her nipple. Stacy lifted herself up from the bed a little so Cornelius could pull her t-shirt up over her head. Then she lay back down on the bed and spread her arms above her head. Cornelius let the small, pink top drop to the floor, and returned his attention to Stacy's body. Beginning with the valley between her breasts, he kissed his way down her chest and along her belly. Occasionally his tongue poked out between his lips to lick at her soft, smooth skin, making her squirm and giggle. Finally, she felt his hands at the waistband of her skirt. His fingers pulled the zip down before she could do anything. In an instant the skirt was half way down her legs, and his hands were back at her waist, this time ready to pull away her knickers. Stacy's flesh went cold. So far this stranger had touched her, caressed her with his hands and his mouth. But now he wanted unlimited access to her most private place, her intimate core. She shuddered and quickly reached down, hooking her thumbs below the waistband of her panties and holding them up as Cornelius tried to pull them off. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, looking up from between her legs and bringing his eyes to meet hers. His hands still gripped her underwear, but he was making no effort to force them off. "I ... I'm ..." she mumbled, but other than a whimper, nothing else came out. Cornelius released his grip on Stacy's underwear, and got to his feet. Slowly, he began to undo the buttons of the black, long sleeved shirt he was wearing. A firm, toned torso was revealed underneath, a few grey hairs on his chest and around the nipples. Nipples that were already growing to points from the excitement of Stacy's young body. As he slid the sleeves down his arms and pulled them off, Stacy noticed the tip of her tongue had started darting in and out of her mouth, moistening her lips then slipping back inside. Still, she kept a firm grip on her knickers. Without taking his eyes of Stacy's face, Cornelius dropped his shirt in a crumpled heap on the floor, and lowered his hands to the crotch of his jeans. With a quick snap he released the button, then pulled down the zip. Stacy bit her lip and stared wide eyed at the bulge showing through the man's underwear. Cornelius lowered his boxers, and his long, thick phallus sprang out like a jack in a box. Stacy's mouth dropped open. If that thing managed to force it's way inside her, it would either kill her, or give her the best sexual experience of her life. With her mouth still hanging open, and her eyes still locked on Cornelius's massive cock, Stacy slowly released her grip on her knickers. Exstacy! Ch. 08 Stacy was in a dimly lit, sensuously decorated room. A four-post bed was against the back wall, with curtains of a semi-transparent material hanging round all four sides. In the corners on either side of the bed a number of cushions had been scattered, and small scented candles burned on low tables. It looked like a scene from an Arabian film. The beautiful young girl was half sitting and half lying on the bed, her elbows propping her up as she stared open mouthed at the middle-aged man in front of her. Her open skirt was round her knees, and the t-shirt she had been wearing when she entered the room had been tossed somewhere on the floor. She hadn't been wearing a bra and her nipples now stood out as hard points on the delicate mounds of her breasts. Her hands were relaxing their grip on the waistband of her knickers, her reluctance to expose herself to the man in front of her beginning to slip. She stared wide-eyed at the long, thick phallus pointing out at her from Cornelius's open trousers like an accusing finger. 'You want me,' it was saying. 'You want me buried to the hilt in your wet, silky pussy.' If that thing managed to force it's way inside her, it would either kill her, or give her the best sexual experience of her life. But she did want it. She wanted it deep and hard. With a shudder, Stacy suddenly realised that Cornelius's hands were back at her crotch, gently slipping her knickers down her legs. She hadn't realised till now that she was no longer holding them up, no longer restraining the older man from undressing her. Instead, one of her hands was now open flat against the bed, supporting her weight as the other pulled and squeezed at her right breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bullet-like nipple between her finger and thumb. Her knickers and skirt now round her ankles, Cornelius stepped forward. He took the hand that was massaging her tit, and guided it towards his hard cock. As soon as her palm touched the warm flesh, she closed her hand around it and began rubbing it through her fingers. Her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, as the stiff rod seemed to grow even longer. Cornelius stepped closer, pushing her down onto the bed and spreading her legs apart. She looked up at him, still massaging his throbbing cock between her fingers, with a mixed expression of fear and longing on her face. Taking hold of her ankles, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, so that he would be able to reach her without having to get on top of her, then moved in so his cock was only inches away from her slick, wet opening. Stacy stopped rubbing on the thick cock, and began to guide it towards her quivering pussy lips. Taking hold of Stacy's buttocks, Cornelius thrust forward and forced the head of his cock between the girl's slippery lips. She let out a low moan and lifted her hips off the bed, forcing the hard phallus deeper inside her. Moving his hands down, Cornelius took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wider, holding them apart in a large V shape as he began to pound away inside her. The speed and force of his assault increased, each thrust pushing her a little further up the bed, and then pulling her back down again. Suddenly, Cornelius stiffened and let out a grunt. Stacy grimaced and opened her mouth in a silent scream as the large member inside her expanded, pressing tight against the slippery walls of her passage. Then it seemed to explode, and she could feel the thick creamy fluid pumping into her. She groaned at the sensation of the thick rod throbbing inside her, emptying its contents into her vaginal cavity. Then it was gone, as Cornelius slowly withdrew. Stacy looked down between her legs to see a thin, white ropy trail leaking out of her glistening pussy. *** Half eleven on Monday morning, and the beginning of Phillip's first lesson of the week with Jessica. He'd already had two lessons, English, which he didn't share with Jessica, and a free study period. Now he was on his way to Maths, with a surprise in the side pocket of his rucksack. A surprise that would hopefully lead to a night of passion with the girl of his dreams. Phillip turned the corner of the corridor, and looked nervously along the line of teenagers standing outside the classroom. There she was, half way down the line, dressed in a long pair of tight blue jeans and a pale blue blouse tied at the midriff. He stared at her, silently drinking in the sensuous features of the outfit she had chosen for that day. Two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a hint of the delicious breasts hidden beneath, their shape and contours accentuated through the material of the garment. He let his eyes drift lower, over the bare, tanned flesh of her belly, to the tops of her blue denim jeans. They were so tight that Phillip was sure he could make out the swell of her mound, just below the teeth of the zip. The thought of those jeans round her ankles, and his own teeth there instead, made his own trousers uncomfortably tight as his cock began to swell. "Hi, Phillip. You ok?" Lost in his erotic daydream, he hadn't noticed the girl come over to join him. He swallowed nervously and stammered a greeting. "Sure, I'm fine," he said. "Just thinking how beautiful ... how beautiful ..." He hesitated as he realised what he'd been about to say, then continued. "How beautiful the weather is today." As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. It sounded so lame. "Er, yes," Jessica said, smiling nervously. "Are you coming in?" He looked up to see the last of the students filing into the room. "Yes," he agreed. "Let's go." As he followed her into the room, he tried to think how he was going to drop his proposal on her. They spent the lesson working on an essay for their English Literature, but Phillip found that he couldn't get very much done. He kept looking over at Jessica, trying to catch glimpses of her body when she wasn't looking and trying to hide the signs of the stiff rod growing in his trousers. By the time the end of the lesson came, his cock was an iron pole bulging painfully inside his jeans, and he had to readjust it's position between his legs before getting up to leave the room. He met Jessica outside, and together they headed off towards the canteen for lunch. "Jessica ..." he began, as they made their way along the corridor. She turned to look t him as they continued walking. "Yes?" He hesitated for a moment, and then continued. "Have ... Have you got anything planned for this weekend?" Jessica turned back to look the way she was going. "Not at the moment," she replied. "Why, did you have something in mind?" "I did have." His legs started to tremble, and he felt his heart start to beat faster. He couldn't do this now. "I ... I'll tell you when we get to the canteen." They continued down the corridor for a few moments, passing other students and pupils of their way to dinner and lunchtime clubs. Phillip found himself glancing at the female students as he passed them, both the other sixth formers in their own, casual clothes and the lower years in their smart school uniforms. He found himself looking at their long legs, at the point where they disappeared into their school skirts, and at the swell of their small breasts under their blouses and t-shirts. Although their young bodies made his cock twitch, he realised that none of them were really exciting him. Not the way that Jessica was. If he told her what he'd done and she turned he down, he didn't know what he'd do. *** Back at the clinic, Stacy was just finishing getting dressed. Cornelius had finished putting his clothes back on, and now stood watching Stacy as she slipped her shirt back on and pulled it down her body. Then she got up from the bed and headed towards the door, ready to return to the reception area to make her payment and book her next appointment. "We're not actually finished yet," Cornelius said, going after her and taking hold of her wrist. "We're going to do it again. But this time you'll have a different partner. And you're going to be blindfolded." A cold chill ran through Stacy's body, and she felt the hairs stand up on her arms. Sex with a stranger? Blindfolded? Now she didn't just feel nervous, she felt scared, too. But for some reason, the fear actually made it more exciting. She remembered her last blindfolded experience in this building, and thought that might have something to do with it. Nodding slowly, she allowed the older man to take her hand and escort her back over to the bed. "I'm going to blindfold you now, and then I want you to lie down on the bed. Someone will come into the room and they will make love to you." As Cornelius spoke, he leant over and pulled back the drawer of the bedside cabinet. He removed a large, back silk handkerchief, then closed the drawer again and came over to sit next to the trembling young woman. "Once we have finished, we will discuss the session, and I will give you something to do before your next appointment. Now, can you move your hair while I fasten the blindfold?" Stacy did as she was told, and for the second time her sight was blotted out. She shuddered as she thought what might happen to her this time. There was silence for a few moments, then the sound of the door opening and footsteps as someone else entered the room. Then the door closed again. Stacy lay on the bed unmoving, staring up in the direction of the ceiling but seeing nothing but blackness, her arms at her sides. The sound of footsteps came again as the mysterious visitor walked round the bed, then came to stand next to her. Suddenly, she felt warm, gently breath on her face, and a moment later there was a mouth on her lips. Soft, moist and gentle, more tender than any man who had ever kissed her before. She sighed and opened her mouth, allowing her lover's tongue to slip between her lips and explore her oral cavity. Their tongues met briefly and caressed each other, and then the mouth was gone. The lips, so soft and gentle, found their way to her neck, kissed their way down her throat. Small hands found her breasts, and caressed them through her t-shirt, squeezing and kneading her flesh. The hands were gone for a moment, then they reappeared on her skirt, moving up and slipping under her t-shirt, across her bare skin, pushing her t-shirt up ahead of them as they went. The hands were cool and soft, and she giggled as they made her flesh tingle, her body twitching as she forced herself not to push the hands away. Stacy's secret lover did not remove her t-shirt, but instead left it bunched up around her neck. She felt moist kisses on her chest, her breasts and her nipples, moving down over her belly, leaving trails of saliva as they went. Stacy moaned and whimpered as they got closer to her waist, her pussy lips beginning to quiver and her clit starting to throb. Still kissing and licking round her navel, Stacy's lover lowered the zip of her skirt and pulled it down. The blindfolded young woman began to tremble once more as two fingers made their way down her lower belly, the part covered by her panties, and climbed the slight mound between her legs. She whimpered as they began to push, and she felt the material of her underwear dip inside her wet pussy. Then they withdrew, and there was nothing for a few moments. Stacy lay, breathing deeply with her heart pounding in her chest and her clitoris throbbing between her swollen lips. Then her panties were being dragged rapidly down her legs and a wet, hungry mouth opened wide to engulf her entire pussy. Throwing back her head and arching her back, Stacy lifted herself almost completely off the bed as she opened her mouth and screamed, her face distorted by an expression of beautiful agony. The assault between her legs was an endless tirade of teeth nipping at her clit and tugging at her labia, lips sucking on her clit and tongues lapping at her labia, circling her clitoris and penetrating the length of her vaginal passage. It actually felt as if there was more than one mouth at work down there. Stacy was now thrashing about wildly, her hands gripping the sheets and gathering them up in tight fistfuls, as she thrust her crotch backwards and forwards into the face of the person who was busy eating her. Suddenly she froze, her body raised up off the bed and supported only by her elbows and her bottom. She screamed as an explosion of liquid squirted from her pussy, shooting forth in short bursts as the walls of her pussy relaxed and contracted. *** Amber was sat behind the wheel of her car in the office car, shaking slightly from her recent experience. Moving slowly, she managed to switch of the car engine and extract the key from the ignition. She reached over to the seat next to her, picked up her handbag and her assignment folder, then opened the door and climbed out of the car. Her legs were trembling as she aimed the key fob at the door, pressed the button and listened for the satisfying 'thunk' that indicated the doors had locked. Then she turned and headed towards the car park level entrance to the building. As she climbed the stairs up towards the office, the shaking and trembling gradually began to ease. By the time she entered the room it was little more than a slight quiver. Gently easing open the door, she tried to sneak into the room and creep across to her cubicle without being seen. Unfortunately, the office manager had noticed that she hadn't arrived at work on time, and from around 10 O'clock she had been making regular glances through her window and into the main office, at both the door and at Amber's desk. She had chosen just this moment to look up, and had seen Amber as she tried to creep across the room. She was in the open doorway of the office before the columnist had gotten half way to her desk. "Morning, Miss Little," the manager greeted her, quietly. "It is still morning, but only just. I was beginning to think you weren't going to grace us with your presence till after lunch." Amber looked down meekly at her shoes, feeling like she was still in High School and had been called to the head teacher's office for some gross misconduct. Making out with the girls behind the bike sheds, for example ... "I had a ... a doctor's appointment," Amber mumbled. "A doctor's appointment? Strange, that's exactly what Stacy said. She told me last Friday, though." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Richards. I'll let you know next time." "Make sure you do." The woman turned to head back into her office, the door already beginning to close behind her. "Er, Mrs. Richards?" She turned back and glared at the younger woman through the wire rimmed glasses perched on the edge of her nose. "Yes, Miss Little?" Amber swallowed nervously, still a little on edge from her earlier encounter. "I ... I have a follow up appointment. Tomorrow, at 3pm" "You finish at three." "I know, but I'll need time to get there. About fifteen, twenty minutes?" "Very well," Danielle Richards replied, a note of reluctance in her voice. "But in future try and make your medical appointments outside of office hours. This is a magazine we're running, not a charity. I can't afford all my staff to be taking time off." Amber nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Richards," she agreed. Then she turned and headed back towards her desk. *** It was lunchtime, and Phillip and Jessica were now sat together at a table in the school canteen. Although it was already quite busy, with students and teachers bustling around looking for places to sit and returning their plates to the kitchen, the two sixth formers had managed to find a table all to themselves. Jessica was munching hungrily at a plate of salad, but Phillip was picking at his pizza and chips with much less of an appetite. "Aren't you eating that?" Jessica asked, as she watched him stabbing at a chip. "I guess I'm just not hungry," he said, putting the fork down and pushing his plate away from him. "You said you had an idea for next weekend?" she asked, before putting another forkful of lettuce and tomato into her mouth. She chewed it slowly as she looked at him, waiting for a reply. "I was wondering if you'd ... if you wanted ..." he trailed off, struggling to find the words to say what he wanted to say. "Yes? Jessica asked, breaking into a smile that lit up her whole face, and made her eyes sparkle. "If I wanted ...?" "Jessica, do you want to come away with me for the weekend?" he blurted out. The expression on her face suddenly changed to something he couldn't read. She put her fork down on her plate before answering. "You want me to come away with you for the weekend?" Panicking now that he'd actually come out and said it, Phillip reached for the bag under his chair and struggled to undo the pocket that hid the tickets he had already bought. "I've already booked it all," he said, his face getting warmer and warmer. He wondering if he was glowing as brightly as he thought he was. He finally managed to get the zip undone and dug his hand into the pocket, pulling out the documents. He handed them over and waited, looking up at her as she read through them. "Phillip, this hotel booking is just for one room. With a single bed." She looked into his eyes, and Phillip struggled to read the expression there. Was it shock? Surprise? Horror? "I ... I ..." He found himself staring down at the table, unable to look her in the eyes, until a cool hand appeared under his chin and lifted his head up. "Phillip, do you want me?" she asked him, as she looked deep into his eyes. From a feeling of warmth, Phillip suddenly felt a cold chill spread across his body. Unable to speak, he just nodded slowly. "If you want me, you can do me right here," she whispered, and leaned in closer until her lips were pressed hard against his. Phillip's eyes widened, and he was unable to respond as Jessica invitingly parted her lips for him. It wasn't until he felt her licking the underside of his tongue that he got the idea, and slipped it into her mouth. After a few moments allowing him to explore her, she pulled away and looked into his eyes, smiling sexily. "Paris will still be nice, though," she said. Then she kissed him again, but this time it was her tongue that did the exploring. *** The door of the dark, empty science room was suddenly slammed open with a bang, and two panting, groaning figures almost fell into the room. Pushing and pulling each other across the room, they made it to one of the tables and Phillip thrust Jessica up onto the surface. He carefully began undoing the few buttons of her blouse that were still fastened, but when Jessica began roughly dragging his own shirt off him, he gave up doing it gently and practically ripped the blouse open. A few buttons popped off and skidded across the room. Neither of them saw where they went, and neither of them were bothered. Phillip tugged the tails of Jessica's blouse from her jeans and pulled it from her body, turning the sleeves inside out as they came down her arms. He quickly found her breasts, encased in their prison of frilly lace. Trembling slightly, he ran his palms over the firm mounds of flesh, until Jessica took his hands and guided them round her back to the strap of her bra. Reluctantly, he diverted his attention to releasing the clasp, while the girl began to kiss along his chest and over his nipples, sucking at his flesh each time her lips touched him, and tugging at his skin with her teeth. Each time she came away, she left tiny, little red marks on his chest. Hissing softly as Jessica nipped his chest, Phillip undid the teenager's bra and pulled the straps down her shoulders. Her tits popped free, medium globes of soft flesh that weren't particularly large or small, capped with small pink areolas and glistening nipples. Phillip thought they looked perfect. Once more he ran his hands over them, this time feeling the warmth and softness of her body, the hardening nipples rolling against his palms. Exstacy! Ch. 08 "Suck them," Jessica whispered softly, as she slowly sank back onto the table. Phillip eagerly obliged, running his tongue round a nipple then taking it between his lips. Jessica sighed and pulled his head closer to her body, crushing his face against her soft breast. "Teeth!" she murmured, as Phillip struggled to breath against the flesh pressing against him. "Use your teeth, too. Bite me!" Phillip wasn't sure he liked the idea of biting into the flesh of the woman he loved, but the thought was making his cock twitch and she was the one asking for it. Baring his teeth, he nipped at the hardened bud of flesh between his lips, drawing an excited squeal from the girl beneath him. Smiling at her display of increased pleasure, he tugged gently on her nipple. Jessica groaned as it came away like elastic, then snapped back into her areola when he released. He lapped briefly at the red, swollen nipple, soothing the slight sting he had caused, and then moved across to the other one to start the whole thing all over again. While Phillip continued his oral assault on the delicious mounds of soft flesh on Jessica's chest, the young woman had slipped her hand onto his crotch and was now tracing the shape of his thick cock through the denim material. She felt her own crotch begin to water as the warm flesh beneath her fingers started to expand, and eagerly drew down the zip. Her fingers disappeared inside and began to explore the folds of his boxers for the stiff piece of meat. Phillip sighed as her cold fingers found it and wrapped around it, the long shaft pulsating as she squeezed it in her hand. She roughly pushed him away from her and slid off the table, ending up in a kneeling position in front of him. His cock was now hanging out of the gap in his jeans, pointing at her nose like an accusing finger, but she wanted better access. Popping the metal button, she slipped her hands into his pockets and pulled his trousers down his legs, leaving them to collect in a pile round his ankles. Then she took hold of the thick, hard rod and began to pump it through her small, cold hand, the skin sliding backwards and forwards to reveal the purple head. "You wanna put this inside me, don't you?" she almost growled, looking up at him as she continued to pump on his cock. "Don't you want to bury it in my slimy, wet cunt?" Phillip, lost in the pleasure and excitement of his cock throbbing away in the hand of this gorgeous young woman, barely noticed the explicit language she was using. Jessica got back on her feet, still massaging the warm cock in one hand. With her other hand, she guided Phillip to the crotch of her own jeans, which he hurriedly ripped open and dragged out the way. Her silky white panties went next, and then she was standing there naked in front of him, her jeans and underwear slowly slipping the rest of the way down her legs. Phillip stared down at her in amazement. She shaved it. She actually shaved her pussy. Phillip knew that some women did, especially the naughty ones for whom sex was almost an occupation. But Jessica couldn't be like that. She was a virgin. He could make out the seal of skin across her entrance, just visible between her slick, parted lips. "Do it," she whispered, guiding his cock across her quivering labia. "Bury it in me. Fuck my cunt." That dirty, explicit language again, more associated with an act of lust than one of love, which was what Phillip had been after. He was reluctant to continue in this mood, he wanted to make love to her not fuck her. But the sight of her gorgeous naked body, and even the words themselves, was filling him with desire and hardening his cock more than he could bear. With a grunt he thrust forward, tearing the fragile barrier across her entrance and drawing a sharp squeal of pain from her lips. Gripping his shoulders with her hands, her palms slippery with sweat against his bare skin, she leaned back and began to groan, her own hips moving backwards and forwards, meeting his thrust and forcing his cock deeper inside her. With her head back and her chest pushed forward, Jessica's breasts were thrust out almost in Phillip's face. As she moved backwards and forwards, he was able to reach out and catch hold of one of her nipples. She whimpered as his teeth caught on the small bud, pulling it away from her breast like a rubber band as she rocked backwards. On her return, he parted his lips and drew the nipple into his mouth, along with the areola and as much of the soft flesh of her breast as he could. Jessica stopped moving and pulled Phillip's head closer to her chest, relishing the sensation of his teeth, tongue and mouth on her breast as he proceeded to devour it. Throughout this oral assault, he continued to pound into her virgin pussy, the tight muscles of her passage constricting tightly round his thick cock. Her whole body shuddered and shook with each thrust, and she grunted each time the head of his cock struck her cervix at the back of her pussy. "Yes ... yes!" she managed between grunts. "Fuck me! ... Fuck me!" With the extra encouragement Phillip picked up speed, gripping the firm, rounded cheeks of her rear for support. He felt his cock begin to throb and knew that he was close to coming, but he struggled and managed to maintain his pace. Jessica could also tell that his orgasm was close, she could feel him expanding within the tight confines of her tender pussy. "No," she groaned, pushing him away. "Not inside. Come on me. I want to see you coming on me ..." Phillip couldn't decide whether the thought of shooting all over Jessica's body excited him or disgusted him, but it was what she want so he began to withdraw from her sopping pussy. His teenage lover knelt down in front of him on the cold, tiled floor of the deserted science lab and took his still hard cock in her hands. It was now slick from the wetness of her pussy, and as she massaged it between her fingers the fluid smeared all over her hands. "Come for me," she whispered, looking up into his face as she tugged on his meat. "On my tits and on my face. Shoot it all over me." Phillip closed his eyes and swallowed nervously as he felt his cock fill up. "Come for me. Come now!" And he did. He grunted as the first load spat from the end of his cock and struck her in the neck. It ran slowly down her chest and into the valley between her tits, the sticky white strings contrasting against the bronzed tones of her skin. "More," she murmured, moaning as if she was experiencing a climax of her own. "Hit my face this time." Phillip emitted several short grunts, then a long groan as his face contorted and another, larger shot splattered against Jennifer's fringe. It ran down her forehead and along the side of her nose, collecting at the top of her cheek. She smiled and looked up at him, her expert fingers continuing to milk his cock, as shot after shot of thick cream erupted from him, decorating her face, chest and breasts. Exstacy! Ch. 09 Stacy lay panting on the bed, the blindfold still wrapped around her face. Her skirt and knickers were round her ankles, her t-shirt remained scrunched up just under her chin. Until a moment ago her hands had been screwed up into fists, gripping at handfuls of the bed sheets as violent orgasms tore through her body. The mattress and sheets between her legs and under her bottom were wet and soggy with the liquid she had just squirted from her pussy. Apart from her own heavy breathing, the only sound she could hear was the spring of the mattress as someone kneeling at the end of the bed pushed down on it as they got to their feet. A few moments later the door opened and the mystery visitor who was responsible for Stacy soaking her sheets left the room. "You may remove the blindfold now," the voice of Cornelius informed her. The young woman pulled the black silk handkerchief from over her eyes and blinked at the sudden glare of light. She glanced round her at the dimly lit, sensuously decorated room. She was lying on a four-post bed, with curtains of a semi-transparent material hanging round all four sides. In the corners on either side of the bed a number of cushions had been scattered, and small scented candles burned on low tables. She swallowed nervously when she saw that, as well as the sodden patch between her legs, she had also sprayed spots of liquid as far up the bed as the pillow, and across the room as far as the door. "Who was that?" Stacy asked quietly, referring to the person who had just left the room. "It's our policy not to reveal the identity of our volunteers," Cornelius explained. "Unless they choose to do so themselves. How did you feel about the experience?" Stacy tried to remember the last time she had been eaten like that, and couldn't. Since she had never squirted during orgasm before, she couldn't really compare the incident to any previous sexual encounter. "It was ... fantastic," she admitted, a slightly embarrassed smile playing across her face as she began to pull her clothes back into place. Her sense of embarrassment increased as she realised her t-shirt, knickers and even the thick material of her denim skirt were all soaking up a considerable amount of liquid from her body now that they were back in place. "How much did I ...?" "Quite a bit," Cornelius revealed. "Your partner got quiet a lot of it all of over them. Which did you feel was the best experience, the first one or the second? Please be honest, I won't be offended." He smiled at her as he spoke the last words. "I ... I think I enjoyed the second one the most," she said, sliding her legs of the bed and getting up into a sitting position. "Did you ever come like that before? Squirting, I mean?" Stacy shook her head. "And how would you compare it to previous orgasms?" The older man asked. Stacy didn't need to think about the answer. "I've never had one like it before," she admitted. "Except ..." "Except during your last session here?" Cornelius finished, when it became clear she wasn't going to finish the sentence herself. Stacy blushed as she nodded. "In Ecstatic sex, pleasure is greatly increased by the unknown," the consultant explained. "If you don't know what's happening, or what is going to happen, the experience can be greatly intensified. Your mind will fill in the gaps, and the mind can be a very powerful tool." "I think I'm beginning to realise that," Stacy said with a smile, as she remembered her trial session. "Now, I'd like to give you something to take away with you and try before your next session," Cornelius continued, as he rose from the bed and crossed over to a wardrobe on the other side of the room. Opening the top cupboard, he removed a small box and brought it back over to the bed. Stacy looked down at the package, a small box of thin white card with no writing or markings on it other than a serial number on one side. Ideas of what could possibly be inside began to race through her mind, and her pussy began to quiver. She shuddered at the sensation and Cornelius raised an eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "You okay?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, returning a mischievous smile of her own. "My minds just filling in some gaps, again." "I hope their having a pleasant effect," he said, his smile widening into a grin. He opened the box and Stacy peered inside. "We call this a Persistent Arousal probe," the consultant explained as she stared at it, and a shudder of excitement rushed through her as she listened to the name. "What does it do?" she breathed. The object inside the box was made of metal and plastic, two balls connected by a short tube with an adjustable wing on either side. One of the balls was large than the other, and the larger of the two had a short pointed rod at the end of it. "It stimulates your genitals," Cornelius explained. "The smaller of the two balls will rest against your clitoris, while the large one will sit between your labia. The rod will penetrate you, slightly if you are at rest, more deeply if you are in motion, or engaged in physical activity." Stacy felt her clit tingle as Cornelius explained the tool, and she shuddered. "I'd like you to wear it for six hours a day, everyday, between the hours of nine in the morning and nine at night. Between now and your next appointment." Stacy's mouth fell open. "But I work. And I go out. People might see me aroused ..." "Most definitely," Cornelius agreed. "They'll probably see you come, as well. Unless you manage to hide it." "When ... when do you want me to start it?" "Now," he said. "I'd like you to put it in before you leave." *** Stacy gingerly followed Cornelius down the stairs back to the reception area, the instrument in her underwear alternately applying pressure between her pussy and her clit as she walked. The staircase seemed much longer than it had on the way up, and Stacy was struggling to keep her breathing under control as she descended. Flares of heat ran up and down the length of her pudenda, causing an endless shudder throughout her body. "I ... I can't spend a ... a day like this," she gasped, stopping about a quarter of the way from the bottom. "I'm going back to work now!" "That's perfect," Cornelius said. He stopped where he was, about a dozen steps further down the stairs, and turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. There was a wicked smile on his face, and it occurred to Stacy that he was enjoying the discomfort she was in. If you could call it discomfort. She was actually quite enjoying it herself, her only concern was the fact that other people were probably going to see her enjoy it, too. "A good opportunity for you to practise concealing your enjoyment. Now, let's go and sort out your payment plan and book your next appointment." With that, he turned round, and continued down the stairs. Cornelius was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when Stacy finally reached the ground floor, and she met him in front of the reception desk. She noticed that the receptionist was looking a little flushed, and her face and hair seemed rather wet. Maybe the girl had gotten a little warm working down here and had been to splash some water on her face, Stacy thought. Must have really drenched herself, though. Even her white uniform blouse seemed to have gotten a little wet, and a bit of her bra was showing through the now transparent material. "Enjoy yourself?" Elizabeth asked, pulling the appointment book towards her and turning over the page. Stacy couldn't be sure, but she thought a brief smile had been exchanged between the girl and Cornelius, who was standing behind her. "It was ... ok," Stacy breathed, clenching her buttocks in an attempt to reposition the metal instrument between her legs and ease some of the pressure on the throbbing pussy. "Just okay?" Was there a hint of disappointment in the girl's question? No, of course not. What could she have to be disappointed about? "I ... I'm not feeling myself at the moment," Stacy replied, in an attempt to bypass the question. "Can I just pay you and make my next appointment?" "Of course," Elizabeth said, turning to the laptop computer on her desk. "We charge £5 a session, with an offer of £50 for a block booking of twelve." "I'll make a block booking," Stacy said, stretching as she reached into her pocket for her wallet and grimacing as the pointed rod dug deeper into her wet pussy. She managed to trap the whimper in her throat and handed her debit card over to the receptionist. The girl swiped it through the slot on the machine connected to her laptop, then passed the box over to Stacy. "Can you enter your pin, please?" Stacy tapped in the four digits, then hit the green enter button. There were a few seconds while the transaction was processed, then Elizabeth removed the card and handed it back to Stacy, along with her receipt. "Now," Elizabeth continued. "Your next appointment. I can fit you in for tomorrow, the end of the week, or next Wednesday." "Tomorrow sounds fine," she replied quickly. The less time she had to wear this thing in public the better. "Make it Friday," Cornelius suggested, with a smile. "She needs some time to try out a little toy I leant her." Stacy scowled at him, after checking first to make sure he wasn't looking at her. As soon as he glanced over at her she stopped, replacing the expression with a fake smile. "I can fit you in at three in the afternoon," Elizabeth said, glancing through the book. "That might not be such a good idea," Stacy replied. "I'd have to finish early to get here, and my boss doesn't like us taking a lot of time off. She was reluctant to let me come today." "I could fit you in at one O' clock," the receptionist said. "It would have to be with Fiona, though. Cornelius has another appointment." "That'll be fine," Stacy said. "Okay, see you at 1pm on Friday, then." Stacy smiled her goodbye, then made her way out of the building. The walk from the reception desk, out the building and to her car was the furthest distance she'd had to cover since the Persistent Arousal probe had been inserted. She made her way awkwardly across the reception of the clinic, whimpering softly with each step she took. The larger upper ball of the device, originally just resting between her lips, had now slipped a little inside her. It continued to move, backwards and forwards, as she walked, the sharp rod scratching at the sensitive walls of her inner passage. She finally made it to the front door, the analogy of the short passage she had just walked down reminding her again of the instrument inside her. Stepping outside, she closed the door behind her and looked round. Breathing heavily with exhaustion and with beads of perspiration running down her flushed face, she look out across the great expanse between her and her parked car. She didn't notice the fact that Amber's car, which had also been parked outside the converted Victorian house when she arrived, was now gone. All that she cared about were the people who might see her. And there were people. How come quiet country roads were only empty and deserted until you actually wanted them to be empty and deserted? They weren't even rapidly shooting past in cars, either, they were slowly walking past on foot. A middle-aged businessman in a suite with a newspaper under one arm was walking along the road on the opposite side. On this side, a little old lady with white, cloud-like hair sticking out from under her hat was pulling her trolley after her. Even though it wasn't raining, she wore a long green raincoat that covered her whole body. Going in the opposite direction were a group of boys from the local grammar school. The knots of their ties half way down their chests, their shirt tails were hanging out over their trousers and half the buttons of their shirts were undone. Through the gaps Stacy could make out various grunge and gothic-style t-shirts, though the motifs and captions were too far away for her to see clearly. Stacy considered her choices. She could wait for these people to pass and hope that there wouldn't be anyone else after them, or she could ignore them, make her way down the drive to her car and hope they wouldn't see her. This wasn't really an option, though. The businessman and the schoolboys had already seen her, and although she wasn't showing signs of heightened sexual arousal, she was still looking flushed and uncomfortable. There was half a chance that one of them might think she needed help, and would come along to offer it. She decided to take the chance and set out across the gravelled driveway. With each step the metal rod glided backwards and forwards, in and out of her slick, throbbing passage, each inward motion taking it a little deeper than the last. Taking slow, shuffling steps she made her way down the drive, wide eyes glancing left and right at the people watching her. The teenage boys were now staring at her, laughing and pointing. She wondered what they thought was wrong with her, and what they would think if they knew. The thought of these young schoolboys knowing what was going on in her underwear sent a new wave of excitement through her, and she had to stop where she was. The sudden halt caused the head of the probe to press hard against her g-spot, and she had to struggle not to scream, clenching her throat and jaw in an attempt to keep the sound in. Her breath coming in short, hoarse gasps, she waited for the boys to pass. By now the old woman and the businessman were already out of sight. The boys disappeared, looking over their shoulders at her and grinning as they went. There was no one else in sight. The car was about five metres away. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, she made a dash towards the car. She slammed into the side, clawed for the handle and tugged it open. She only just managed to collapse into the driver's seat before the orgasm hit her. Shuddering like a pneumatic drill, she clutched the steering wheel with one hand while the other pressed against her crotch. With each contraction of her vaginal walls the probe, which was still pressing deep inside her, was sucked back into the folds of her pussy. Each time they relaxed, it was pushed back out. Stacy twisted and squirmed, pressing into the back of the chair and pushing her head back over the headrest. The waves of pleasure slowly began to subside, and she gingerly moved to relax in her seat. The movements of the device against her entrance as she came had left a tingling sensation that was still growing, but the major throes of orgasm had subsided. Placing her hand on the inside of the steering wheel to support herself, she leant over to pull the driver's door shut. The movement forced the rod deep into her pussy and the pointed head dug into her g-spot. Hard. The door slammed shut and Stacy fell forwards onto the steering wheel, her breasts pressing hard against the horn in the centre. The sound of the horn blast merging with Stacy's ear-splitting scream rose over the empty country fields. There was a twitter and a flutter of wings as flocks of birds, peacefully resting in the branches of the surrounding trees, were disturbed by the noise and took to the sky. *** Phillip and Jessica were lying naked together underneath the table they had been screwing against a few minutes before. Jessica was idly rubbing at the remains of the drying, sticky white cream on her breasts, the bits that she hadn't been able to wipe off with the paper towel. "I'd always wondered what it would feel like to have a man come on me," she murmured, rubbing some of the fluid around her nipple then lifting her finger away from her body and watching the string that formed between her finger and her nipple. It continued to stretch for a couple of inches, then finally split. A little remained on the tip of Jessica's finger, but the rest of it splattered back onto her breasts, leaving tiny white spots all over the soft mounds of flesh. "I'm sure it would have felt much better inside you," Phillip replied, his eyes not on her but looking out the window on the opposite side of the room. From where he was looking he had a good view of the playing fields and the playground in the distance, with the lower years still playing their lunchtime games. "I'm sure you wouldn't have minded if it had been me coming on you," she laughed, rolling over and running a finger round his own nipple. She smiled as she watched it rise up from a soft flat pad to a harder cone, almost as pointed as her own. "Girls can shoot too, you know. And when we shoot, we shoot. It's like a gushing tap." She made the sound of vast amounts of gushing liquid, then laughed and leaned over to try and suck the nipple she'd been playing with into her mouth. But Phillip pulled away from her and she was unable to do so. "How can you enjoy it?" he asked, still looking away from her as she spoke. "Isn't it degrading, having someone ... do that to you?" "I guess it would be, if I was doing it for him and not for me. But if I wanted it too, so what's wrong with it?" "But doesn't it make you a ... a ... you know ...?" Phillip couldn't bring himself to say the word. "A slut?" From the expression on his face, Jessica knew that was the word he had been looking for. "What's wrong with that?" "It's disgusting. It's wrong!" There was a look of horror on his face as he looked at the girl he thought he'd loved. "Why? I'm 18 years old, I'm a grown woman," she said. "It's not as if I'm doing anything illegal." Suddenly there was a noise from behind them, and the two teenagers turned to see the shadow of someone at the door. Quickly snatching up their clothes, they hurried in the direction of the only other door in the room, the class stores. Closing the door at almost the exact same time the other one opened, the young couple held their breath and listened for any sign that they'd been spotted. The sound of footsteps could be heard cross the room, then the sound of drawers being opened. The two teenagers silently slipped back into their clothes, then backed away from the door, heading towards the back of the storeroom to where they knew there was another door to a second classroom. Quietly, Phillip pulled down the handle and pushed. The door opened and, silently, the two of them slipped from the storeroom and into the second deserted classroom. *** Stacy was sat behind the wheel of her car outside the magazine office. After a few minutes to recover from her intense orgasms, she had managed to position herself properly in the driver's seat and start the car up. Since she was only moving her hands and arms, she had managed the short drive back to work with only a slight tingling in her clitoris. Now she faced the daunting prospect of not only leaving the car and getting to the office, but getting there via the use of three flights of stairs. The thought of the effect this would have on her already tender pussy both excited and terrified her. With a final deep sigh, she released the car door, pushed it open and climbed out. Then she locked it with the button on her key fob and, taking extremely small steps, she crept towards the rear entrance of the building. Unnoticed by the attractive young woman, a shadowy figure in a dark suit was watching her from a window on the opposite side of the road. As soon as Stacy disappeared into the building, he removed a mobile phone from an inside pocket of his jacket and called a quick dial number. "She's arrived," the figure said into the receiver when the person on the other side had answered. The figure listened for a few moments while he was given his instructions, then without another word he hung up. Ten minutes later, Stacy had made it to the office. Slinking into the room, she made her way as discretely as possible over to her desk and sat down, sliding her handbag off her shoulder and discarding it under her desk. She looked across at Amber, but she was busy working at her own terminal. Exactly what the other woman was working on she didn't know, as Stacy knew she had finished her assignment for the current issue at the end of the previous week. Settling into her chair and trying to find a position that prevented the Persistent Arousal probe of pressing too hard into her throbbing slit, Stacy started up her computer and began looking through the material she had on her current project. Exstacy! Ch. 09 Scarlet was 18 years old, and was well known around the college for sleeping around. She had met Matt during a night out with some friends at a local nightclub, and had agreed to go home with him. Despite her casual sex life, Scarlet wasn't on the pill and Matt wasn't the type of boy who worried about taking precautions either. So it shouldn't really have been a surprise when, three weeks later, Scarlet found out she was pregnant. The problem was, she had also been at it with a couple of other men at the same time. A lifeguard at a local swimming pool had taken quite a shine to her when she had turned up in a skimpy two-piece bikini rather than the one-piece swimming costume that most women normally wore to the swimming baths. One of the customers at the bar where she worked nights had followed her into the ladies when she'd gone to change a toilet roll. Scarlet's mother insisted that there should be a paternity test, and it was only coincidence that Matt was the first one to be tested. The results confirmed that he was the father, but they also brought up another anomaly. The match also seemed to suggest fraternal links between Matt and the unborn child. Further tests confirmed that Matt was in fact Scarlet's half brother. This had all happened 16-years ago, and had been well documented by the press at the time, mainly by the real life magazines, though some of the tabloids had included minor pieces about it. The baby, a girl called Bianca, was now an attractive young woman and was just about to celebrate her 16th birthday. The editor of Woman's Word had asked Stacy to look over the story again and see if there was a new angle they could use to reopen the story. Stacy had read through the notes made at the time and had discovered that rumours had been made about Scarlet's own paternity. It had been suggested that her mother might actually have been involved in promiscuous relationships herself, and that Scarlet's father had actually been a married politician who met her mother for a one-night stand. It looked like this might be the new angle Danielle was looking for. Stacy read through her notes, newspaper and magazine clippings, interview statements, records and all the other material she had gathered so far. She had plenty of information on Scarlet and Bianca and their side of the story, but very little about the politician who had been involved. She didn't even have his name. All she knew was that he had been a junior official involved in local government. A lot of things could have happened in sixteen years, though. He could be head of the council by now. Stacy decided it was time she started to investigate this side of the puzzle. She began to forget about the pressure between her legs as the excitement of a new investigation began to surge through her. *** That evening, Phillip lay on his back on his bed, alone in an empty house. His parents were still out at work, and his sister hadn't yet got home from school. His mind was still going over the events of that lunchtime. He had finally gotten what he wanted, but had it happened in the way he wanted it to? It had felt so dirty, and reminded him of the degrading acts he had come across when flicking few the top shelf magazines of the local newsagents as a younger teenager. But it made him feel so good, and Jessica had wanted it, she'd been the one asking for it in the first place. She'd wanted him to cover her in his thick cream, to shoot it all over her firm breasts and her beautiful face. His cock began to twitch again as he remembered looking down at her on the floor of the science lab, the last of his orgasm dribbling from his cock onto her chest, where it ran down to meet the strands already dribbling from her nipples. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tingling, one of the standard ring tones on his mobile phone. Silently cursing the fact that he still hadn't changed it, he pressed the accept button and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he said, tentatively. He had already seen who it was on the caller identity line. "Hello, you animal," a sensual, sexy voice whispered into his ear. "It's you favourite dirty slut here. Want to come round and do me again?" Phillip shuddered, his breath catching in his throat. What should he say? Half of him did want to go round there and do her, do her till she was screaming then do her some more. The thought of it made his cock swell and throb. But the other half of him just wanted to hang up the phone and pretend he'd never heard of Jessica Denton. "And I've found something you might be interested in," she added. "Something that might be able to help you with your ... little problem. See you in ten minutes." Before he could ask her what she meant, the line went dead. Phillip dropped the phone back onto the bedside table but remained lying on his back for several moments. Then he sighed and jumped to his feet. He might as well go and see what it was she wanted. When he arrived at Jessica's house, there was no sign of anyone home. Both her parent's cars were gone and there were no lights on in any of the upstairs or downstairs windows. He rang the doorbell but there was no answer, and he still got no reply when he knocked. Gingerly he tried the door, and was only slightly surprised when he found it was open. He stepped inside, closed the door after him and found the key in the hole on the other side. Looking round he saw that there was a cardigan lying on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Lifting his gaze to stairs, he saw the blouse Jessica had been wearing at school, and a few steps further up her bra lay discarded. His cock straining within the confines of his jeans, he turned the key in the lock and began to climb the stairs.