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Houston II Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



Chapter 1.

Sex Addict's Anonymous 



"So there you have it, doc. I mean, Argie and me, we kinda made up, ya know?"

Dr. Gladstone: "No, I don't. Why don't you tell me how you made up, John?"

"Um, okay. She, um, found out about my extra curricular stuff, but you know that, right?"

Dr. Gladstone: "Yes, we've been over that earlier. Please continue."

"So she found this guy and screwed his brains out to get even."

Dr. Gladstone: "Do you think she got even?"

"Hell no, but she got a taste, you know? A nice taste if you ask me."

Dr. Gladstone: "You didn't object to her . . . having intercourse with another man?"

"Actually no, I mean at first I was pissed. But when I thought about it . . . well, it seemed fair, and I looked at it as a means of making up with her."

The doctor waited patiently and after a moment, John continued.

"The fact is we had lunch . . . Argie and me. I can't say how relieved I was to hear her say "the marriage isn't dead." He avoided mentioning the fact that he'd been pathetic in her presence until she had uttered those very words.

Dr. Gladstone: "That's very promising, John. Anything else?"

"Um, yeah, I admitted that I had a problem with sex to her. I . . . um, because, err, I was desperate, you know?"

He began nibbling at a fingernail, and then said, "So Argie tells me, she's discovered she likes fucking around too. 

She says she met this guy . . . I don't know his name. She let him pick her up. They went to a motel . . . do you need to hear all this?"

Dr. Gladstone: "Just what you need to tell me to convey the situation. I don't want to embarrass you." 

"Yeah, um, well . . . she says, "I loved the way he did me."

Dr. Gladstone: "A powerful statement. But remember what they say about a woman scorned."

"I didn't scorn her!"

Dr. Gladstone: "Think about it, John."

"All right, all right, maybe I did . . . from her point of view. Anyway, she says, "Our marriage isn't over, but I don't want you running around screwing anything you see." 

Then she took me on a fuckin' roller coaster ride, saying, "But I'm not saying you can't see anyone else either. I liked being in bed with this guy, I didn't think I would, but you forced me to find out if I was still attractive to other men."

Dr. Gladstone: "And then?"

"Then she told me I could keep screwing around."

Dr. Gladstone: "She did? Were there any conditions?"

"'Course there was. She says, 'I can do it with . . . whoever, and she'll do it with her boyfriend of the moment." 

He paused, and then added, "Said we need to make a schedule so we don't step on one another's toes."

Dr. Gladstone: "So you reached an agreement."

"Um, yeah, we agreed to let each other know, um, you know . . . when we're going with somebody else. Then we went home and jumped each other's bones."

Dr. Gladstone: "Is that where you two left things?"

"Well, she did this fabulous strip. She'd never done nothing like it before. For my part, I pulled out all the stops, had her coming and going. She met herself three times before she straightened out," he said smugly. Anyway, we agreed to take it one day at a time."

Dr. Gladstone: "What about Sex Addicts Anonymous?"

"Oh, right. I promised her I'd look into it. Probably join."

Dr. Gladstone: "That's an excellent idea, John. You'll see the benefits of talking about the problem almost immediately. It will go a long way in convincing Argie of your sincerity."

"Hey doc, what's with the sincerity bit? I mean, Argie as much as told me I could screw anything that walked past me, as long I tell her about it. We even discussed the possibility of having a threesome once in a while."

Dr. Gladstone: "She actually broached that subject?"

"Well, actually I told her that, I'd tolerate her men; and she does the same with respect to my women. She was okay with it; went so far as to say, 'What about broadening the criteria a little?' "

John paused for a moment, then continued, "See, I knew having two men at once was her favorite fantasy, and all." 

Dr. Gladstone: [After a long silence] "I see. Well, then, do you have the number for SSA?"

"SSA?"

Dr. Gladstone: "Sex Addicts Anonymous."

"No."

Dr. Gladstone: [Sound of paper being torn off pad.] 

"Here, I'm sure you're going to find it very interesting. Let's be sure to talk about it at our next session."

"Sure, Doc, hey, does that mean our time's up?"

Dr. Gladstone: "I'm afraid so, John."

*****************

The next afternoon, twelve hours celibate, John went to a Sex Addict's Anonymous meeting that he'd found in the local newspaper. 

There were about eleven people seated as he eased past a rumpled man of about forty years of age and sat down.

A well-dressed man, John guessed was fiftyish was speaking while holding a bible in his left hand. 

"Temperance, we are solemnly instructed," the man said, "is the moral virtue that moderates the attraction of pleasures and provides balance in the use of created goods. It ensures the will's mastery over instincts and keeps desires within the limits of what is honorable."

John took a moment to glance at the others in attendance, and noted only two were female, one middle-aged woman; and one in her early thirties.

'I'd fuck her in a New York minute,' he thought,' then turned his attention back to the speaker.

"The temperate person directs the sensitive appetites toward what is good and maintains a healthy discretion," the speaker said with a great deal of emotion.

"Thus what is a temptation to me is of little moment to you; what is gluttony to you is merely gustatory satisfaction to me; what is lust to you is merely natural sexual desire to me. And who is to differentiate the one from the other?"

Once again, John turned his head to study the audience. He was surprised to find all of them listening attentively, and decided to do likewise.

The speaker paused, and then resumed his emotional talk.

"There is likely to be difference of opinion, too, about how many instances of erotic craving constitutes lust. At what point do natural sexual desires turn into disordered, frenetic, and insatiable sexual urge?"

'This guy's a wannabe preacher. Who cares what he thinks?' John thought, and took a furtive glance at the thirtyish woman. She was a brunette, slim, with a modest chest. He couldn't tell if her legs were nice, or if she had a great ass, and decided it didn't matter. She was the only enticing morsel here, and would have to do.

Droning on, as far as John was concerned, the speaker continued: "We might disagree on the number of instances required for us to call a pattern of activity lust—once again, disagreement about degree. But I think we can reach consensus about what lust is—agreement about kind. Those who are governed by their gonads are filled with lust. Lust is defined by one source as the "disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure."

"Although there would be strong dispute in today's world about the exact nature of lust, there is no question but those expressions of lust such as rape will be and must be universally condemned. That is, in essence, the principal point I want to make here: We may well disagree over the precise meanings of what is temperate or intemperate. But in the case of clear and extensive departures from the norm, we remain capable of saying, 'This action is clearly contrary to restraint and to self-control; it is disordered and inordinate. It is wrong.' "

And that was how the speaker left things, clutching the Bible to his chest; he nodded appreciatively, comforted by his own words and sat down. 

Almost immediately a man two chairs away from John stood and said, "It's been three months and six days since I drifted over the line. My name is Edmond, and I'm a sex addict."

The group responded as one, saying, "Hello, Edmond."

John gave the man his total attention, wanting to hear from a self-confessed addict.

"Thanks to God and my friends here in this fine organization," Edmond said, "I have found a way to live. I needed help desperately when I got here. I arrived, pretty much like everyone else here: lost, broken, and alone; no plan or direction and really no one in my life who could help me make sense of my life. I'm twenty-seven, probably more boy than man ... a two-bit bartender, a proven loser, with four different kinds of sexually transmitted disease. I've quit promising my family . . . what's left of it . . . to clean my act up, go without sex until the right partner comes along—only to have random sex and begin the craziness again."

"You've all heard me tell my story . . . probably several times over, so I won't do it again today. But I will tell it again and again so I don't forget how bad it can be."

"It's just . . . well, when I hear one of you tell your story I'm suddenly filled with hope and gratitude; and I'm reminded of the changes that occurred in my life, and of the magic in the world—and that's a good thing for this sex addict. Maybe ... I even want to go out and spread a little of that good in the world. Anyway, thanks for being here for me."

Polite applause followed Edmond to his seat. John got up and got himself a cup of coffee, and as he found his chair, the brunette he had been eying, began walking to the podium. John congratulated himself on being right. She had a great ass and well developed legs. She was also very good looking as she stood hesitating before them.

"Hello, my name is Felicia, and I'm a sex addict. I've not had sex for thirteen days now, and that's a new record for me." 

"Hello Felicia," the group called out.

"This is the first time I'm telling my story, so please bear with me," she said, her eyes beseeching them for help. 

"It all began for me the night my husband and I had another couple, Vic and Linda, over for dinner. I had been married to Mike for six years at the time. There were no children, and I'm sure neither of us had cheated on the other, until that night. But was that cheating? I don't know. 

After dinner the conversation turned to certain computer games --- Adult games. We all had had several drinks and it was decided to try one of them. I no longer recall the name of it. It was a variation of strip poker. But one rule was that anyone could call it quits at any point they felt uncomfortable. I volunteered to be the typist. I asked Linda if she wanted to be listed as Straight, Gay or Bi-sexual -- surprisingly, she answered, "Bi-sexual." Vic and Mike both answered "Straight." 

I decided that there was no point in only Linda being Bi, because without another Bi or a Gay, there would be no interaction available for her with a woman, so I put myself down as Bi-sexual too. At least, that's what I told myself at the time."


John felt himself stir; his half-lidded eyes roamed Felicia's lithe form, lingering on her breasts, which he would have sworn had nipples that were excited and stiff.

"After about a dozen or so turns, Mike was reduced to his underwear; Vic and Linda had lost their shirts, and I was topless, having forsworn wearing a bra that night. We all had another drink, then Vic said that he was going to blindfold me for several rounds, and then he would take my place, and so on. I giggled nervously. I still recall that, the giggling, I mean; and of course there was no more typing as the game was out of control. 

"As he secured the blindfold, Vic fondled my breasts, it startled me. I waited for Mike to say something, but he didn't, and I got the strangest feeling. It was one of elation. I felt I was moving to a new, forbidden threshold. I was very excited, and realized it was probably evident for the others to see. It occurred to me that I didn't care. No, I found that I wanted them to see my excitement, and I parted my legs, knowing this gave them the opportunity to look at my secret place, and the best part was the blindfold kept me from being embarrassed, as I most certainly would have been otherwise.


"I heard Linda say that now everyone needed to strip. Then sounds of kissing, and the rustling of clothing filled the air. Someone kissed me. It was Mike, and I kissed him back. Then he left abruptly, and another mouth found mine, the kiss was soft and sweet --- I knew it had to be Linda. She confirmed it a moment later by pressing her breasts against mine. I'd never been kissed by a woman before, at least not that way. I liked it, and kissed her back. Moments later, someone was behind me, tugging my underwear down.

"Vic was next to kiss me. My mouth opened at the touch of his tongue, and I shuddered when his finger traced over my secret folds. I kicked the undies off my foot, and reached down to cup his balls."

"You're very wet," he said, I thought he sounded objective, scientific, almost.

"She always gets that way when we fool around," Mike offered.

I moaned. Off in the distance, I heard Linda moaning too. I realized that Mike was busy with her, and thought, 'This is going to be a most unusual evening.'

A few short minutes later, Mike said, "Okay, Felicia will be Linda's sex slave for the next few minutes."

"Wait," I protested, but the men picked me up and carried me to the bed and deposited me on my back. Vic was on my left. I knew it was him from the scent of his after shave. Linda's gentle hands parted my thighs. I didn't resist. My husband, kneeling behind my head, fed his dick into my mouth and I sucked him; for he hadn't ejaculated in Linda. Vic took a breast in his hand and fondled it, teasing the nipple. I registered all this, but was impatiently awaiting the touch of Linda's mouth on my sex. 

I was slightly disappointed when her finger entered me instead. Still and all, I was hot enough, and came after a short time.

"Fuck her, Vic," I heard Linda say, and then felt his weight descending upon me. As he entered me, Mike spurted into my mouth and down my throat. I choked as he kept ramming his dick into my mouth. I tried to swallow, in fact, did swallow some, but not enough. God knows what would have happened if Linda hadn't acted and pulled him from between my lips. I must have coughed continuously as Vic slammed his meat into me.

Finally, I felt him coming in me, and a moment later, he rolled off. I reached for the blindfold, but one of them stopped me. 

"I want you to eat me out," Linda said.

Still coughing, but feeling infinitely better, I motioned for her to sit on my face, wanting to get it over with. I had never gone down on a woman before, and to my surprise, I found it neither satisfying nor distasteful. Dutifully I munched away, guided by her cries of rapture.

Halfway through my cunnilingus on Linda, Vic went down on me, and I had the strangest thought that now he was swallowing his own sperm, and I recall giggling like a silly schoolgirl.

"Suck me harder," Linda yelped, and I did. I brought her off, and still blindfolded, found myself getting fucked by both men. Vic wanted to take my ass, but Mike wouldn't allow it, for which I was grateful.

The blindfold came off, and I saw all three dripping with sweat. As for myself, I was sweating too, and had traces of their semen all over my body. Vic and Linda showered and were gone when Mike and I finished up with ours. 

That was the beginning. At first I went along not wanting to be a party pooper. I thought it was solidifying my marriage. I was introduced to several other men; even caught the clap from one of them. But I was beginning to like all the sexual variations I encountered week after week. I was a more than willing participant the weekend we spent in Tijuana; offering the whore fifty dollars to let me take her place and fuck the pony. God knows how many men I took on following that act. I didn't care; I loved every minute of it.

Six months later --- I really can't believe it took that long --- Mike divorced me. I had been going off with strangers for days at a time. But it was that dose of gonorrhea that I gave him that did it. He used the photos he'd taken of me in Tijuana with the pony to convince me to give him an uncontested divorce, and I did. I had my job and it paid well; and he left me the apartment. 

I found that I had to have sex several times a day. They fired me after missing work once too often. I found I couldn't hold a job. I didn't care, I stopped washing, slept in cardboard boxes after being forcibly evicted, and offered to blow anyone who'd let me; I took on derelicts, hopheads; it didn't seem to matter. One night I was found passed out in the gutter, bleeding my life away. It seems someone; I have no idea who -- shoved something monstrously huge up my vagina causing me to hemorrhage. 

The sisters at the Catholic Charities nursed me back to health and after I'd healed, urged me to attend these meetings. I um, think I've talked long enough. Thank you.

Felicia sat down to scattered applause.

John Franck couldn't keep his eyes off Felicia after she'd spoken to the group. He did not volunteer to tell his story, and dawdled after the meeting broke up in order to follow Felicia after she left the building.

She got into a beat-up Nova and drove about twenty blocks to a seedy part of town. He followed at a discreet distance and parked a block behind her. Felicia remained in the Nova for several minutes while John drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, impatiently waiting for her to get out of the car. 

What Felicia was doing was repairing her makeup, and when she'd finished she entered a café, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. John waited outside for several minutes to see if she was meeting someone. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he entered, sat at the bar and ordered a beer.

He took a long drink to satisfy his thirst, put the glass down and found her looking at him.

"You were there, right?" Felicia said warmly.

"Yeah," he managed to respond, hoping she wasn't too pissed at him.

"You didn't get up did you?"

"I'm up now," he said, and grinned at her.

"So I see," Felicia said, matching his grin with one of her own as she appraised his bulge.

"How long has it been for you?" She asked before finishing her drink.

"Maybe twelve hours. I'm not too good at stopping."

"You're married, right?"

"Yes, I'm married. My wife knows about my . . ."

"Affliction?"

"Yeah, my affliction," he smiled. "You've been thirteen days without if I recall."

She leaned toward him, licked her lips and said, "You have a place?"

"How about the great outdoors for starters?" John said, brushing imaginary crumbs from his slacks in order to touch himself.

"The park two blocks down?" Felicia asked.

"Perfect place for a picnic, you think?" John said.

"Perfect. Let's go," Felicia said, and dropped a ten on the bar.

John left six dollars, not wanting to leave a twenty, and they walked out into the sunshine and heat.

Houston II Ch. 02



Chapter 2.

Fucking Felicia

They walked together, hip to hip, right up to a large oak tree hidden in a little sunlit glade. They were quite certain no prying eyes would see them. He moved close to her and she placed her hands around his neck meeting his eyes. 

"Hello, Felicia," he whispered huskily.

"Hello, John," she murmured softly, then kissed his neck with a sweep of her tongue, bringing his blood to a boil. 

He pulled her body into contact with his, feeling along the lines of her body with his busy hands. He took note of the soft breasts against his hard chest; and her pubic bone to his hardening cock. They began to kiss, slowly and gently at first. With a sweep of his tongue, he explored her entire mouth; then resting his tongue at the entrance of her open mouth, he felt her tongue envelope his. 

They went on like this for a time, taking turns seeking out the various nooks and crannies in one another's mouth.

'He can certainly kiss,' Felicia thought, running her tongue along his cheek all the way down to his chin. She licked the tiny ridge under his lower lip, feeling the pull of the rough texture that was his shadowy stubble. Their tongues met again, darted around one another, slowing down, then speeding up. His tongue sought out a gold filling in her mouth; left her, only to return; moved over her lips from side to side, savoring their moist pliancy. He moaned, left her lips to nibble her ear. 

Their bodies pressed into one another, seeking out the radiant center of their genitals. They began to move against each other, Felicia could not refrain from moaning slightly. 

He found himself growing violent, and shoved her hard against the oak's thick trunk; sliding his hand between her neck and the tree. His thumb pressed into the hot flesh of her throat. Their eyes locked, and her bow-shaped lips parted in a half gasp, half moan. Her cheeks were flushed; not from the cold air, but from the steaming heat pulsing from her cunt. 

Moving his thumb from her throat, John lightly caressed the flush of her cheek; and Felicia bit her lower lip. Then the hand belonging to the thumb, left her face to slip under her blouse and brushed almost casually over an erect nipple; then slowly circled the pebbled aureole.

Felicia whimpered with pleasure. He buried his face in her throat, nuzzling and licking as their bodies tightly twined. He curled his fingers inside her blouse, pulled hard, popping two or three buttons. He moaned lustily, and with a sweep of his head, pillowed his head between her bra-cupped breasts. A moment later he took as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could. It was Felicia's turn to moan as he nibbled and sucked at her while she struggled to unfasten her bra strap and free her twins for him to feast on. The second he stopped suckling, she sought his mouth out, humping up at him and opening herself to his eager lips.

They moved their hips in sync, his cock grinding into first one upper thigh, then the other. Felicia sighed, feeling his hard cock through her clothing; delighted, almost alarmed by his hardness; her wetness, and the power of their mutual desire.

"Oh, yes!" Felicia groaned, and reached out to stroke the outline of his erection through his slacks. He bit the rim of her ear when she gave him a firm squeeze. They both moaned as she rubbed herself against his thigh while searching for his mouth. She sent her tongue deep into his mouth, licking his teeth and gums until his tongue rolled over hers, and then they took turns flicking out at one another.

"Time to fuck," John rasped, after tearing his mouth from hers.

Laughing lewdly, she said, "Good idea, what's your name again?" 

"John," he said seriously; hoisting her skirt up around her waist. She busied herself unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. His hand met hers, brought his sex out, slapping it gently against the palm of her left hand. His slacks surrendered to gravity and dropped to his calves. 

Felicia licked her lips in appreciation as she took in his erection, tight up against the white cotton material, seeing the wet spot against the shorts. His cock slipped out of the shorts and she smiled on seeing a drop of pre-cum quivering on its glistening tip. 

Following her gaze, he said, "Are you as wet for me as I am for you?"

"I'm soaked," Felicia croaked, already giddy with lust. "Put it inside me . . . now!"

Pulling her underwear to one side, he held himself with one hand as he glimpsed the shiny dark brown, pubic hair surrounding her pussy gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. He felt his knees buckle; and he grew dizzy with wanting her.

"A rubber! You have to use a rubber!" Felicia moaned.

John hauled his slacks up, dug into the pocket on the left side, and produced a Trojan condom. Placing it between his teeth he ripped it open and handed it to her.

"Put it on, I'm so excited I'm liable to tear it, and I've only one other."

With a dexterity that John could only admire, Felicia capped his cock with the protective device, and spreading her knees, centered him on her cunt hole.

Using one hand to brace them against the tree trunk, he rammed his cock into her, and heard a satisfied groan from her. 

He found her cunt tight, and marveled at it, thinking, 'She's had a donkey in there, no, a pony, but still . . .' 

The dead leaves crackled beneath his feet as he began to fuck.

"Ugh," was the only sound Felicia made for the next several minutes. John fucked her with a precision that bordered on cruelty. Her rump ground against the tree's rough bark until she began to bleed from the harsh grating. Unmindful of that area, she concentrated on drawing his pleasure tool into her body, and reveled in the rapture that his heavily veined prick brought to the overly sensitive walls of her cunt.

For his part, John was also reveling in the sensations emanating from the raging heat of her sex. He couldn't help but moan as Felicia used her muscles to grip, and then release him, only to repeat the process over and over, while she milked him toward what would be a tumultuous orgasm. 

Gripping her hips, he pumped into her until his thighs began to cramp. Then pulled away from her. She cried out sharply at the sudden loss, then smiled wickedly as he tossed his jacket on the damp moss at the base of the old oak, and steered her into a kneeling position, then dropped to his knees behind her. With one deep stroke, he was buried in her. They both moaned with satisfaction. 

Felicia sensed his condom-covered cock leaving definite impressions on the softer parts of her vaginal walls. 

"Nobody's gonna die from this, right?" she asked, surprising him with the remark.

"Maybe some lichen in the moss under your knees," he said, and they both laughed at his clever comeback.

Felicia began to come. With every thrust, the mutability of her world grew more remote. This was what she always sought . . . day and night, night and day, sexual oblivion.

They continued their fuck. A rain of sweat pelted the greenery beneath her, but she failed to notice; being filled to completeness from the furious fucking. A completeness that would soon fade away, leaving the constant craving for more that tortured her soul.

Her eyes grew distant as the sensation swelled and burst inside her. "Slap me," she called out.

"What?" he panted, not sure he'd heard right.

"Slap me, slap me hard!"

Without slowing the motion of his pistoning hips, he obliged her, with a fairly light, open-handed crack across her cheek.

"Yes, like that . . . again!"

This time he struck her harder. He felt her shudder under him, sensed that she about to come. He paused between thrusts, but she failed to notice, as she was busy bucking and writhing against him, making up for any lack of movement on his part.

John granted her one more slap. A bit harder than the others, causing her to both grunt and groan. Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. He paused long enough to take a deep breath, then began pounding himself into her; using his free hand to first grip, and then squeeze her hardened, resilient nipple.

He bawled out her name as he emptied himself into her; filling the condom with his life giving seed. And he absorbed the commingled essence of her smell, their sounds, and his pulsing prick to his memory book of fine fucks. 

Felicia could feel his warm breath on her hair; and the constant, unrelenting, but savored pain in her nipple as he continued to manipulate it; twisting, pulling, and stretching it to a grotesque length. Perhaps a minute later, she cried out, and came again the moment his hand slipped between her legs, found her stiffened clitoris and rubbed it hard. 

Moments later, he clambered off her inert form, and on seeing it, kissed her bleeding ass. He helped her to stand up. She was somewhat shaky at first, but gradually stabilized her equilibrium. Then they hugged tightly, and kissed passionately for several minutes.

"Will you come to my place?" she asked softly.

"I'd like to, but . . ." His mind filled with all the work he had ahead of him that afternoon, not to mention, he would be screwing Argie later. She would be looking for it.

"You can tie me up," she said hopefully.

He couldn't resist the offer, and his cock gave her his answer before his mouth formed the words.

"Oh, John, you're going to love this."

**************

Meanwhile, Milo Cappelli waited patiently at a local restaurant for Argie to arrive. He spied her rushing down the sidewalk, and placed a small package, wrapped with a tiny pink bow in his lap. 

She arrived at the entrance of the restaurant looking harried and out of breath. She wore a frilly white blouse through which Milo could see the suggestion of a lacy brassiere. A long loop of pearls hung between her breasts. On spotting him sitting in a corner booth, Argie beamed her most vibrant smile in his direction, which he returned in kind. She waved to him as she moved across the room to join him. She sat down and apologized for being tardy.

"Fugetaboutit," he chirped, delighted to have her sweet, delectable presence sitting beside him. 

The waiter hurried to their table, and Milo ordered for her, "Almond chicken salad for the lady," then turning to Argie, he asked, "Which dressing do you prefer?"

"Um, the vinaigrette, please," she replied, turning her eyes up to look at the server.

"Very good, ma'am, "he said and moved off to place her order. Milo had ordered just before she arrived.

"I really am sorry about being late," she said, talking fast. "I had this confrontational thing with my husband . . ."

"You told him about me?" he said, stunned by the news.

"Yes, but . . ."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. You were the one wanted to keep it quiet."

"That's true, but . . ."

"Why am I still sitting here?" he asked aloud and made to get up.

"No, no, don't. Listen to me. Please hear me out."

Taking a deep breath, Milo sighed, shook his shoulders as if to release the sudden tension and looked into her eyes.

"I'm listening, but tell me first, is he coming here to shoot me?"

His comment stunned Argie. It hadn't occurred to her that John would be jealous about her affair, not with all his screwing around.

She took a moment to reply. "I . . . I don't think so. He went off to work same as any other day."

"So you don't know if he followed you?"

"Why would he . . .?

"To get at me, to break my neck, or shoot me, that's why."

"Oh . . ."

She bit her thumb, and said, "He's not the type. Really. He took it well. I made him listen to me. I told him I was sick and tired of his fucking around. Then I dropped my bombshell on him. We wound up talking and talking and talking. He listened and I listened. We went to bed, screwed like rabbits. Believe me; we haven't screwed like that in ages. He told me how sorry he was and that he was going to see his shrink about joining Sex Addicts Anonymous.

"So you're telling me I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder, huh."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

They were silent as the server approached with her salad and his hamburger.

Argie, suddenly famished, picked up her fork and dug into the leafy salad.

'Mmm, good, I like it when . . ."

He interrupted her. "I have a present for you," he said.

"Really!" She was totally surprised, and said, "You shouldn't have!"

Milo handed her the box with a tight smile on his face. It had been ages since Argie had gotten any type of present other than the usual ones for holidays and birthdays, and she was enormously pleased. Putting down her utensils, she gravely accepted it from his extended hand.

"I'd like you to open it here, and read the instructions."

Argie removed the wrapping paper carefully, as if to use it again, she opened the box and read the note. "Oh!" she gasped as her eyes widened. She looked up at him, licked her lips and nodded. She got to her feet, never breaking eye contact with him, picked up her purse, and said, "I'll be right back."

Milo devoured his burger in the five minutes before Argie returned to their booth. He watched her moving across the room, taking small, mincing steps. 

She reached the booth and slid in beside him wearing an uncomfortable look.

"Okay, now what?" she asked. The solemn expression on her face unmistakable.

"Finish your salad."

Argie resumed eating, and after several mouthfuls, Milo spoke softly to her.

"Show me your purse, please."

Argie reached out, picked up her purse, opened the clasp and handed it across her body to his outstretched hand.

"Thank you," he said as he observed the red lace panties with black bows inside the purse. He took out the small package and opened it. The ben-wa balls were gone.

"How do they feel?" he asked genially.

"They're very distracting, to say the least," she told him and calmly resumed eating her salad. "I feel like they are going to fall out and roll across the floor. I have to keep myself clenched so the damn things won't fall out. When I do that, they rub against each other and the walls of my . . . vagina. It's like some form of constant, low intensity electricity." 

"I should hope they're distracting," he said, "and more. They might prove to be very stimulating as well. We'll find out as we walk after lunch."

"Walk! You expect me to walk outside in public with those . . ."

"Ben-wa balls . . ." he added for her.

"Ben-wa balls up my twat?" she hissed angrily.

"Yeah, I do," he said firmly and she decided to shut up for the moment and worked on her salad, although she had lost her appetite for food.

"Tell me something, R. G."

"What now?"

"Are you excited?"

"No more than I was coming into this place to meet you."

That took him back a notch; he hadn't expected her to not like his present.

Argie realized she might have pushed back a little harder than she'd wanted to and tried to make amends. "You really expect me to wear these damn things out in the street?"

"Why, yeah, I do."

She thought for a moment and a solution came to her. "All right, there's a movie theatre around the corner. Let's go there."

"Argie, that's a dirty movie theatre," he said, wanting to warn her.

She reached over and gave his thigh a hard squeeze. "I know exactly what it is. Let's go, okay?"

******************

Ten minutes later, they are standing in front of a ticket booth, while Milo nervously fumbled several bills from his wallet, handed them to the 80-year-old crone in the booth. 

"Feature's started three minutes ago," the old woman told them without even looking at them. She handing the tickets over and they walked through the door only to have the old woman call after them, "Forgot your change, young fella."

After retrieving his money, Milo escorted Argie into the darkened theatre, and found them seats in an empty row at the back of the theatre. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that only four others were seated in front of them.

On the screen before them, a blonde was taking turns licking two huge cocks; one black, one white. Argie's eyes were riveted to the screen. The short wall with the ben-wa balls had excited her, thoroughly lubricating her and leaving her with powerful yearning to be touched between the legs. 

Leaning her head on Milo's shoulder, she whispered, "Not much of a plot is there?"

He laughed, cupped her left breast and said, "It's the sub-plots that get ya in these films."

On the screen, the blonde's head was bobbing up and down on the white cock; then trailing a long glob of saliva, her mouth descended upon the thicker and longer black one. 

Milo ran his hand along Argie's thigh, and found it hot, moist and electric. Her hand sought out his hardness in turn, squeezing him gently. His hand continued its journey, meandering downward until entwined in her pubic hair. Argie moaned softly, widened her thighs, granting him free access to her wet, throbbing flesh. 

She couldn't help but moan as she stared at the screen and watched wide-eyed as the two men prepared a double penetration of the willing blonde. 

When Milo's fingers lightly pinched her labia causing them to rub against each other, she was unable to contain herself, and moaned loudly; then bit the fingers that she'd quickly shoved into her mouth. The fact that everyone in the theatre must have heard her cry out, dulled the intense pain; and when Milo's middle finger began its probe inside her, nudging the stainless steel ben-wa balls around, she was filled with pleasure and all pain vanished. 

Then, two things happened almost simultaneously. First, Argie felt an orgasm closing in on her. Second, a man, alerted by her moans; has decided to join them, and moved stealthily into their row, taking a seat one removed from Argie.

Neither Argie, nor Milo was looking at the screen which had a close up of the black cock slithering into the blonde's wide open ass. Terrified by the stranger's presence, Argie clutched at Milo's thigh, and hissed at him, "There's a guy next to me with his dick out!"

Rather than take immediate action, Milo decided to wait and see what the stranger would do next. To relieve Argie of the frightened tension he caressed her clit, causing her hands to clench both armrests tightly.

Despite her fear, Argie was even closer to coming. Milo added a second finger, and his thumb skimmed over her clitoris. With a sharp, knee jerk reaction, her hips shot up and she came hard. It wasn't a gigantic climax, but it took her to the next level sexually. That and the fact that the stranger had not touched her eased her fears to some extent.

From the corner of her eye, Argie glanced over at the stranger and was appalled to see he was jerking himself off. 

On the screen, a third man had joined the festivities; apparently he had been watching them from a closet. 

The Black man's huge phallus spewed a load that totally covered the blonde's ass; the white cock, still lodged in her cunt, was obviously coming as well. The newcomer, wasted little time jerking himself off, and blasted his ejaculate into the blonde's face; causing a long strand of globular semen to hang from her chin to her left breast.

Convinced the stranger was harmless; Milo pushed his luck, and told Argie, "Give me the balls back . . . right now." 

Argie's head snapped around to face him. She was no longer interested or fearful of the stranger. Milo now had her undivided attention. "What?" she whispered, nervously. 

"Take 'em out, NOW!" 

The last word sounded like a shout to her ears, although Milo had only raised his voice a little. 

With a quiet whimper that only the two of them could possibly hear, Argie forced herself to lean forward against the seat in front of her; hoisted her ass up, and allowed Milo to slip his hand between her legs, then, "Plop . . . click," the two moist, warm balls fell into his hand. 




Houston II Ch. 02



Argie sank back into her seat. Her wide-open eyes locked on the screen rather than risk looking around at her surroundings. She's surprised to see another, totally different set of characters. Three members of Hell's Angels are in the midst of gang-raping a slender brunette with unbelievably huge breasts. Argie guessed they had to be size 50, or bigger. The bikers had her bent over a motorcycle; taking turns butt-fucking her.

Milo took her hand and slipped the ben-wa balls into her palm. "Put them back in, baby," he whispered into her ear. This time she didn't hesitate; her hand went between her legs as she scooted forward on the seat. Her right leg went up and positioned itself on the back of the seat in front of her. Then with the stranger gawking at her actions, Argie placed her other leg on the stranger's lap, and reinserted the balls into her pussy.

Milo leaned across Argie and spoke to the stranger. "Are you clean?"

"Huh?" the man gasped; still shocked by the fact that Argie had her leg on his thighs, resting against his erection.

"I asked you if you had any sexually transmitted diseases."

Only then did the stranger realize he was being addressed by the woman's companion. Slowly the words sank into his brain.

"Um, no, no I don't." He said weakly, but his hand was already lightly caressing Argie's calf.

"You can't believe him, Milo," Argie protested weakly, "Surely you're not serious about him touching me?"

"Aw, you may be right. It is stupid. I apologize. Just jerk him off."

"I don't believe this is happening," she stammered, but Milo picked up her right hand and brought it to the strangers cock and left it there. Argie did not pull it away, instead she slowly opened her fingers, took the hot cock into her hand, and began to masturbate the stranger.

The stranger reacted to this by sending a finger between Argie's legs and into her cunt. She gasped with the sudden rush of pleasure she felt from his single digit; moaned when he touched the ben-wa balls, pushing them deeper into her; and reached across with her other hand to grasp his cock by the base. Then she rapidly increased the speed of her masturbation until he came all over her hand and wrist.

Milo waited a moment, then leaned across her body and told the stranger to get lost. The man lifted Argie's leg from his lap, stood up and moved across the aisle and sat down, not taking his eyes off Argie.

Milo took Argie by the arm and helped her to her feet.

"Where . . ." she began, but he silenced her in the theater lobby with a passionate kiss. She was amazed at her response, grinding her ben-wa stuffed cunt into his thigh, searching feveredly for his erection and finding it, rubbed hard against it and brought herself to a mighty climax.

He threw his arm over her shoulder, but changed his mind and reached under her armpit to better support her. Argie began walking, albeit wobbly, but not so as to attract undue attention.

"I never been this hot," she moaned. "I don't care if you fuck me right on the curb here. I need a stiff cock right now, Milo, I'm serious."

"Do me! Do me! DO MEEEE!" she yelled, surprised at the volume and intensity of her voice. For the first time, Milo nearly lost control of the situation. But he spied a seedy looking hotel half-way up the block, and steered her toward it. He rented a room by the hour, and a minute later, Argie found herself spread-eagled on the dank, dirty sheets of the dilapidated hotel.

He almost tore his shirt off while Argie rubbed his erection through his pants. When he knelt on the bed beside her, she wrapped her legs around his thigh and pushed her crotch against him like a dog in heat.

"Do meeee!" she half cried, half moaned. He shoved her skirt up around her waist and entered her. A look of surprise crossed his face, and then he swore and reached down to accept the ben-wa balls she was trying to expel from her dripping cunt. He rolled them in his meaty fist; then tossed them aside. 

Later, he would spend thirty minutes looking for one of them. But right them he was Mr. Horny and he hurriedly sank his shaft back into her juicy hole.

A minute later, to his surprise and dismay, he came prematurely. Apparently, all the excitement of the build-up, and his controlling of her actions with the stranger caused him to short-circuit.

"YOU FUCK! YOU LOUSY FUCK!" Argie screamed out, berating him; she beat at his chest with her fists until, Milo, trying to repent for his inadequacy, gripped her firmly by the cheeks of her ass, and plunged his face into her wet, bushy nest.

Instantly, her legs were around his head, her cunt pulsing up into his mouth as he tongued and sucked upon her gaping opening. In a desperate attempt to redeem himself, Milo shoved a finger up her ass to heighten the sensations he was bestowing on her.

It seemed to work, for within seconds her orgasm hit. He kept munching away at her, and jabbing his finger into her ass. And Argie held him tightly in place until her next climax arrived. When it did, Milo felt it pulsing through her clit; felt it spasming through her ass and rippling down through her legs. 

Only then did Argie relax her thighs around his neck. He rolled away; gasping for breath; but Argie scrambled to all fours, dropped down on him, and devoured his wasted cock until renewing it with a new, hard, purple hued life.

She moved up, her feet straddling his hips, dripping her arousal fluids onto the head of his prick, then worked him against her clit, groaning joyously all the while.

"Let's fuck, damn it!" he exclaimed, having grown stiff again.

Argie, satisfied the time was right, eased him into her in one continuous slow slide. For some inexplicable reason, they moved slowly, shaft against clit, sex to sex, then imperceptibly sped up, their motions becoming rushed and ragged as they rose to the heights of yet another orgasm. 

As he suckled upon her breast, he felt her rhythms quicken; the spasming of her cunt went to the staccato of orgasm and beyond. Milo's back arched in a rictus of love. He pushed up into her and let loose a copious amount of sperm; especially for a second coming. 

Argie's ecstasy shuddered to a slow pulsing halt minutes later as he pulled her down beside him, cuddling into her, spoon fashion; and still breathing hard from their exertions, they kissed, long and languidly, sated for the time being.

They had used the room for exactly forty minutes, thirty of which were spent with Milo on hands and knees looking for the missing ben-wa ball while Argie laughed hysterically until forced to stop when Milo got a severe cramp in his hamstring.

Argie massaged it away and then he resumed his search even as she urged him to forget about it. Finally he located it in Argie's left shoe. Then began to dress.

When fully dressed; they made their way out of the lobby, Milo tossed the room key to the bored clerk, his dark mood fading as they walked into the daylight.

********************

Neither wanted to leave the other, and over coffee, a relevant conversation took place.

"You know, Milo, I've been thinking about the guy back in the movie."

"What about him?" he asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"I mean, I know he might have had . . . God knows what and all, but you know I really wanted to suck him off."

"You did, huh."

"Yes, I did. I mean I was terrified when he sat down next to me; and worse when he took it out and started playing with it."

"But, all in all you wanted to, maybe would have blown him?"

"Exactly, I don't know why, but yeah, I think so."

"Even with the risk attached?"

"Even with the risk . . . it was so . . ."

"Totally exciting?"

"Yeah, I guess that's a good way to put it."

"I wouldn't have allowed it to happen, Argie. I want you to know that. I think too much of you to place you in danger like that."

"Was I ever in danger back there?"

"Not for a second."

She hugged him to her, and then kissed his ear; giving it a long lick. She stopped when he shivered.

"You know, Milo, you men are crazy."

"How so?"

"When a woman wants to get laid, she prepares herself, goes to a likely place and kind of sells herself. Guys can't seem to manage that."

"Well, I won't argue with that, except to say that it seems that wherever the woman goes, she'll mostly find some guy there waiting for her to show up."

Argie laughed, "You know, that's true, isn't it?"

"But more often than not the guy goes home alone, right?"

"You've got me there, R. G." he conceded, reverting back to the use of initials rather than her actual name. "You know, you could make a difference out there, R. G."

"Really?"

"Sure. You could become a whatchamacallit? A sexual surrogate, I think it's called."

"You mean like a sex therapist?

Yeah, sure, that's it."

"You think?" Argie said as all sorts of ideas fill her mind.

"I gotta go home, sweetie," she told Milo. "Someone I have to call. Just think -- you gave me the idea."

"What idea?" Milo called after her. But Argie was already planning her conversation with the good Doctor Gladstone and didn't hear him.



Houston II Ch. 03



Chapter 3

Tied Up, and Surrogate School

Franck couldn't believe how excited he was at the thought of tying Felicia up and fucking her. His cock was leaking like a faucet. His slacks bore a large wet stain, and so the first thing he did on entering her apartment was to remove them, go to the sink and wash the pre-cum from the inner side of the material, and drape the slacks close to the air-conditioner that blew in cool air from its place in the living room window.

Felicia was naked first, and waited patiently for him to finish, then said, "How do you want to do this?"

He took a second to think about it, not having done it before. That alone had brought about his current state of excitement. "Spread-eagled, I guess. Is that all right?"

"Perfect," she replied, and hopped backward onto the bed, forming her body in the classic "X". 

Felicia told him where to find the velvet ties, and he quickly placed them on her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of her bed. He loved the way she looked tied up, helpless and completely open to him, her hipbones prominent and breasts flatter and rounder because of her raised, out-stretched arms. Glancing down at her black thatch of pubic hair, he noted it was wet from their earlier secretions.

He sat next to her, leaned down to kiss her, and tongued her deeply. He moved to her belly and kissed her there as well; then continued lower to her pubic triangle. Moving his hand over her body to cup her vulva, he rocked her with his hand. 

"Let's see how turned on you are," he said, feeling her wetness even on the longer pubic hair as he tugged at it. 

"YES!" Felicia moaned, "YES!"

Using a skill that caught Felicia by surprise, he parted her inner lips with two fingers, sliding his middle finger far inside her, feeling her wetness and the ever changing texture of her cunt. 

"Oh," he said, "very nice!" 

A second finger moved into her, moving in and out with harder and faster thrusts until she moaned and began to strain against the binding. Suddenly he took both fingers from her and began working the area just above her clitoris with gentle, rhythmic caresses that made her scream in pleasure. Moving down to cover its length and circle the small knob of hard flesh, he moved his middle finger higher up to grasp its hood. Then he opened her inner folds with a separating sweep of his second and fourth fingers, holding them apart as he slid his middle finger firmly over her clit, a gesture he quickly learned she adored because she moaned all the louder. He worked the middle finger faster, back and forth over her tender clit, rubbing it ever so slightly harder in time to her increasing pelvic movement against his hand. With his other hand, John thrust two, then three, fingers all the way up inside her, faster and faster until her body tensed into immobility, lifting her into a high-pitched moan of an orgasm that rippled through her, rising and falling for the longest time.

He quickly centered himself above her; entered her with one stroke while her orgasm went on in wave after wave. His slow fucking sent his prick glancing from one side of her vagina to the other in a leisurely fashion that seemed to press all the right buttons as far as Felicia was concerned.

He slowly began to increase the rhythm, knowing it would bring her back to another pitch of pleasure. Her cunt opened even further to this type of fucking and she raised her hips to meet his thrusting cock; burning with such exquisite feeling Felicia thought she was going to faint away. 

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned, "it's so fuckin' good."

John leaned over her, kissing and biting her breasts. He sucked hard on one, and then the other. He slammed his cock high and hard into her, licked her neck as he withdrew to the very entrance of her cunt; then plunged deeply into her while she screamed with pleasure, tightening her vaginal muscles to grip him when he was deepest inside her; making him gasp, squeeze his eyes shut, and whisper, "Oh, God, it's unbelievably good."

He stopped for a moment, and untied her legs, so she would move more. He reached for some pillows to slide under her hips, and she compliantly raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his neck. This served to guiding him back into her. 

As he resumed his fucking, Felicia found that each thrust brought a different pleasure, and after a while she lost the ability to know which one of them initiated from a given stroke, or set of strokes. Sometimes it felt to her that the strokes were fast, fast, fast. Then it was long and slow, reaching so deeply into her that she was compelled to cry out. Then too, there were moments that seemed to her that it was sheer anger in the force of his fucking. She didn't care if it would ultimately kill her. All she wanted was his cock; pulsating, driving and ramming into her.

They fucked for a long time, until he pulled out of her in order to move to her mouth. "I love being inside all of you," he gasped while straddling her, bringing his cock very near her mouth. Opening to him with a sucking kiss, Felicia tasted the mixture of their secretions; licking and moving her mouth over him, taking him all the way in, then pulling back on him. 

Just as she fell into the rhythm of wrapping her mouth around him as he rocked back and forth; he pulled out of her mouth and told her, "It's getting very sensitive."

He began to kiss her mouth, running his hands over her body, pausing to slide his fingers into her vulva, again seeking her inner labia and as she moaned louder and louder, her clit.

He opened her slowly; separating the inner lips carefully with his fingers, and pulling the hood firmly back until her clit lay exposed to his tongue. He knelt over her, his formidable erection resting against her belly. He started licking her, using long, loud gulps, wrapping his mouth around her. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure. Then he held her lips apart with the fingers of one hand as he slowly worked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the length of her engorged clit, returning to the spot just above its most sensitive area for a more intense tonguing.

With each motion of his mouth upon her, she moved to meet his tongue and lips, breathing herself into his mouth, pushing her pelvis against him when she wanted him to suck harder, and moving ever so slightly up or down in the bed to guide his tongue to her most rapturous part of the moment.

He fingered her with his other hand, thrusting hard, then slipping out of her, then thrusting into her again with gathering force while his tongue worked her clit steadily. 

Her continued moaning ended abruptly only to be replaced by an orgasmic cry that went on for several minutes. Her arms strained hard against the binding holding her in place. When she went silent, he entered her, pushing himself all the way into her, thrusting this way, then that way, discovering and rediscovering sensations Felicia had all but forgotten. They moaned in unison, their sweat mixing as he nuzzled his face to her neck. 

They smelled of sex.

When he finally came inside her, she felt, not an orgasm, but a series of tiny but pleasurable ripples in her cunt reverberating from the cessation of frictional motion. She quickly discovered she could intensify them by contracting her muscles against his still ejaculating prick. 

Then they slept for two hours.

*******************

The following day, after John left for work, Argie dressed carefully, wanting to make a good appearance with the Doctor. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and turned to gaze at her profile. Still looking at herself, she reached down and opened a bureau drawer containing her blouses. She took out a sheer white silk and held it up against her. It was almost, but not quite translucent. She nodded, and put the blouse down on the top of the bureau; a moment later, she unhooked her bra and took it off. 

Argie put the blouse on and settled herself in the silky garment by shaking her shoulders. She looked at herself critically in the mirror, cocked her head to the left, then the right and shrugged to see whether her nipples showed. Her aureoles were almost totally visible to a discerning glance. With a wry smile, she rubbed the silken material against them to gauge whether she would find the friction comfortable during a full hot day. Finally, Argie decided that she would, and removed the blouse, put the bra back on. Then she tried the white blouse on again, and studied herself in the mirror. She smiled at her image and reached for a short skirt, which she knew showed her legs to their best advantage.

Argie was at Doctor Gladstone's office fifteen minutes early, revealing her anxiety. As she entered the outer office a chime announced her entry. There was no one else in the room and the receptionist's desk was empty. A minute or two after her arrival, the inside door opened and Doctor Gladstone peered through the door.

"Hi," it's Argie, right?"

"Yes," Argie, Argie Franck. Oh, but you know that already," she said, and felt stupid for blundering about.

"I'm glad you're early. I like that. Please come in and let's talk," the doctor said with a broad smile.

Argie got up and followed Doctor Gladstone into her office. When they were seated, Doctor Gladstone began by saying, "So tell me Argie, I hope you don't mind my calling you that and please call me Rachel . . . now, what caused you to call and inquire about becoming a sexual surrogate?"

"Well, you are treating John . . ."

"Yes, I am, but other than the conversation we've already had, I really can't go into any more detail about his treatment. I hope you understand."

"Oh, I do," Argie said, "This is about me. I mean, you can work with me as well as John, there's not any conflict is there?"

"Not so far, no, please continue."

"Well, it sort of goes like this: John's been fooling around . . . forever, I guess," she paused eyeballing the doctor's reaction thus far. She crossed her legs and went on. 

"You know I just found out. I mean, like I thought I was happily married . . . hell, I was happily married; only John wasn't." Argie halted her diatribe for a moment, and collected her thoughts. "Gee, I thought I had my thoughts together. I mean, I did, but right now I'm kinda confused."

Doctor Gladstone smiled and said, "Take your time, Argie; I know this is difficult for you."

"Yeah, thanks. Well, okay, I learned of his many infidelities and I went and got myself laid good and proper. A guy named Milo. He's a nice guy and great in bed."

Doctor Gladstone arched an eyebrow, caught herself and her face quickly returned to one of stone-like compassion.

"Anyway, John and I had a fight. I guess that was inevitable, given the circumstances and all. He didn't like it that I had been with another guy. Not one bit, but hey, what's good for one should be good for the other, right?"

Doctor Gladstone nodded and Argie continued.

"So, we ended the arguing and talked, really talked. For the first time in ages, we had a conversation with both sides listening to the other. I told him flat out that I didn't believe him when he insisted he'd put an end to his whoring. I told him that I was going to find other lovers beside Milo. He didn't like it at all. Finally, he agreed to join Sex Addicts Anonymous."

"Yes," Doctor Gladstone said, and crossed her legs. Argie did the same, switching and placing her right leg over her left. "I gave him the address. Do you know if he went to today's meeting?"

"No, I haven't seen him since this morning when he left for work. But I can tell you we made up yesterday; we even had some really terrific sex."

Doctor Gladstone felt a tingle in her loins and asked, "That's wonderful, and I hope it marked the beginning of a new chapter in your marriage together. But . . . you're here asking about becoming a surrogate, why?"

"I realize John's not about to give up his women. We sort of came to terms on that. So I'm going to have lovers too. There's no way he's going looking and I'm staying home. So I was thinking if I'm going to take on a series of lovers, perhaps I can do some good, too."

"Could you clarify what you mean by 'good'?" Doctor Gladstone asked.

"Sure, first the selfish part: I think that working through a doctor's office, my clients would be safe from having STD's. Am I right?"

"That's a good assumption. But remember even if a patient has a clean bill of health today, they can come down with AIDS tomorrow and you'll never know it. In the surrogate business it's always advisable for one or both partners to use protection."

Obviously this hadn't occurred to Argie and she worried her lower lip as the doctor's words sank in.

"Even so, they would be relatively safer than picking someone up in a bar, right?"

"I expect so. But the reason is probably different than what you're thinking."

"Really, how so?"

"The reason they're in need of a sexual surrogate is because they need to measure . . . some form of assistance in performing the act of sex."

"Oh," Argie said and began drumming the fingers of her left hand on her right knee.

"Look, Argie. Think of it this way. The concerns motivating someone to seek out a surrogate partner range from general anxieties to specific dysfunctions. With males it involves dissatisfaction with their orgasm, ejaculation, or erection difficulties. A female's sexual issues might involve difficulties with orgasmic release or with penetration. Please understand that clients of either gender may seek therapy to address problems relating to: A. lack of experience. B. A fear of intimacy. 

C. Some form of shame or anxiety regarding sex." 

The doctor paused for a moment, and then went on, "And, D. They might have a low-level of arousal, or a lack of sexual desire." 


"It's not an easy thing becoming a surrogate partner," Doctor Gladstone said, warming up to the subject. She had not had this type conversation with anyone since interning years earlier. "Argie, a surrogate has to cultivate a bond, or trust with the client. You're asking them to reveal their innermost thoughts and fears. They're being asked to be honest and intimate with you and in return hope to gain meaningful benefits from the association."

"So," Argie said, tentatively, "it's not just a matter of hopping into bed with them."

"No! Actually it's quite the contrary. Your job would be to bring them to a point from which they learn how to develop trust, how to create a satisfying relationship, and are able to see that the same potential exists for future relationships. Eventually they reach a point where they feel ready to explore similar kinds of interactions with partners of their own choosing."

"It sounds kind of overwhelming to me," Argie said, her eyes downcast.

Doctor Gladstone picked up on Argie's disillusionment and said kindly, "Argie, it is hard work. The success ratio isn't all that high. Many people cannot reach the point at which they put themselves in your hands. But when they do, the reward is one that is not easily matched in any profession."

"Um, I guess I should ask how the process actually works," Argie said, less doubtful than a minute earlier.

"Good point. There are two primary formats for this therapy. The first is Open-ended Therapy. Here the client typically sees the surrogate once a week, in 1-2 hour sessions, until the 3-way team consisting of the patient, you and me, decide that the therapy is completed. An average length of therapy appears to encompass 30 to 48 hours with the surrogate partner. The other way is through Intensive Therapy. This is structured to accommodate clients who do not have a local therapist and surrogate team, the client sees the therapist and surrogate on a daily basis for a predetermined length of time usually 10-14 days. In both instances, the decision to end therapy is made mutually between client, therapist and surrogate partner when the revised goals of therapy are met. The process of closure celebrates the uniqueness of each relationship, honors everyone's feelings, and directs attention to the client's future. From what I've heard about this process, each client will remain indelibly in your memory for years to come."

"Oh, wow!" Argie gushed, "That's awesome."

"Now for the bad news," the doctor said.

"Bad news?" Argie said, and went pale.

"Well, not actually, I'm sorry, I should have phrased that better. What I meant was . . .

If you proceed with being a surrogate, you won't be working with me; I don't do that form of therapy. However, I would be happy to give you a referral to a colleague of mine, who does a good deal of therapy in this field. His name is Dr. Everett Coughlin, and his office is just around the corner. Would you like me to call him and set up an appointment for you?"

Argie thought for a minute before giving her answer. She did want to do this, it sounded difficult, but the thought of working with men who really needed loving care remained foremost in her mind and she found herself nodding at first, then found her voice and said, "Yes, yes of course, please do that doctor. I appreciate it. I appreciate everything you've taken the time to tell me about the subject.'

Doctor Gladstone made the call and an appointment was made to see Dr. Coughlin in two hours. 

"Would you be free for lunch, by any chance, Doctor? My treat, I really would like to spend some more time with you," Argie said.

Doctor Gladstone stood up and offered her hand to Argie, saying, "I'd love to, but I have a patient in fifteen minutes, and need to go over some notes beforehand; but, some other time perhaps."

Argie shook hands with the doctors and with the disappointment evident on her face left the doctor's office and had lunch nearby, killing time until her appointment with Doctor Coughlin. 



Houston II Ch. 04



Chapter 4.

Doctor Coughlin

Argie had been waiting patiently for thirty-four minutes when Dr. Coughlin came out to meet her. She jumped slightly when the handsome, dark-haired man breezed confidently into the room and extended his large hand to her.

"Hi," he said in a resounding baritone, "You must be Mrs. Franck. I'm Dr. Everett Coughlin. Sorry, if I kept you waiting." He held onto her hand, almost caressing it for that extra lingering moment of contact.

"Hi, yes . . . I'm Argie Franck," she answered with a small voice. "Thank you for seeing me." 

She couldn't take her eyes off him, he was . . . like a Greek god; handsome, strong, and virile looking. Her legs went weak, and for the next few moments she dizzyingly imagined it was he that she would be making love to.

As he released her hand, Dr. Coughlin smiled and gestured toward his open office door. "Please, come in to my office and talk."

Argie found his office unlike any other Doctor's office she'd ever visited. Soft music drifted through the pleasantly decorated room, and scented candles flickered here and there as the two of them settled in. Dr. Coughlin directed Argie to sit on a large leather couch, arranged so she was required to place her legs straight out in front of her. She crossed her ankles and smoothed out her short dress modestly, while he took a seat in a comfortable chair facing her.

"All right," he began, "let's talk about why you are here, Argie. I assume you know what we do at the clinic, and the delicate nature of our work."

Argie cleared her throat, suddenly finding herself quite timid about discussing such things with a stranger, albeit a very handsome one. "Yes . . . Rachel, um, Doctor Gladstone, was kind enough to provide me with a rather detailed overview after I approached her about becoming a surrogate."

"Well, yes," Dr. Coughlin said, "I just need to know where to begin in explaining our work. I think it's best if I'm very direct with you about what we do. What I'm about to tell you may surprise or even shock you. You may find that the problems that we deal with, or the methods we use to deal with them, distasteful. If so, I understand. In all of the years since the clinic was established nearly half the women I've interviewed for positions here have found it impossible to participate in our program. Whatever your reaction, be honest with me and don't be embarrassed about it. Do you understand?"

Argie nodded affirmatively, thinking, 'This is getting very interesting.'

"With that said," the doctor continued, "you need to know first off our clinic specializes in dealing with people . . . primarily men, who suffer from some form of sexual dysfunction." 

Argie's face brightened as she replied, "Oh, yes, I understand. That's why I want to help."

A look of puzzlement crossed Doctor Coughlin's face. "What?" he said and Argie leaped in and summarized her reasons for wanting to become a surrogate.

After hearing her out, Doctor Coughlin said, "We deal with men who can't get or maintain an erection; who can't achieve orgasm, or who are unable to satisfy their sexual partner because of some other problem such as premature ejaculation, or perhaps just poor technique. I hope you're not volunteering as a form of revenge . . . or getting even with your husband because he's cheating on you."

"No, no! You don't quite understand, doctor. John . . . my husband, is addicted to sex. He can't help himself. Or at least he hasn't tried to help himself . . . until now. He's joined Sex Addicts Anonymous. He's making an attempt to control his desires . . . his impulses, and I am encouraging him. Dr. Gladstone is his doctor . . ."

"I see," said Dr. Coughlin, although he didn't really see the whole pattern as yet. 

"Does this present a problem, Doctor?" Argie pressed.

"No, that's not a problem. Everyone has their own reason for entering the surrogate field. Um, I take it then that you are . . . um, comfortable with the subject matter?"

Argie felt his eyes upon her legs and realized that in the course of explaining herself to him, she had parted them significantly, and he was looking up her skirt.

Blushing with embarrassment, she forced herself to slowly close them, after rejecting the impulse to cross one leg over the other. 'That would really give him a look at my pussy,' she thought.

"This may sound strange, in that you say your husband is addicted to sex, but has there ever been a time when he . . . shall we say, couldn't get it up?"

Argie thought about his question before replying. "Honestly, Doctor, I don't believe so. I do know . . . he keeps a kind of diary. It was something he was doing for Dr. Gladstone, to bring her abreast . . ." Argie paused, wondering if that last was a Freudian slip, then went on. ". . . Bring her abreast of his sex life." 

She paused again before continuing. "I listened to part of it . . . that's how I discovered his sex addiction. Anyway, I was able to recall that following several of his . . . escapades, he came home and we had sex. I might add that with John, the sex is always good."

"Do you enjoy sexual intercourse, Mrs. Franck?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"According to you, there was a sexual liaison with a man . . . Milo?"

"That's correct."

"You felt no guilt about this?"

No, none whatsoever. It's funny, I had thought I might feel terrible about it, but afterward I felt wonderful. And the following day was more of the same. In fact I had Milo over while John was at work."

Dr. Coughlin unconsciously adjusted himself and Argie noted with some degree of satisfaction that he had an erection. Slowly, she crossed her legs and covertly watched his eyes dart toward them.

"I'm pleased that you can speak about sexual activities without reservation," he said, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"Oh sure, I'm comfortable with talking about sex," Argie said, feeling more comfortable now. "I mean, if you need more actual details, I don't mind getting into that either," she said lightly.

"We don't need to probe that deeply, Mrs. Franck."

"Please, call me Argie, as if my name were two letters, you know, R. G.?"

"But it's actually spelled A-R-G-I-E?"

"Right!" she chirped delightedly, on finding he knew just how to spell her name. "So many people can't spell it," she said, re-crossing her legs.

"Argie . . ." Coughlin began, "is, or will your husband be aware of what you'll be doing here?"

"He will. And he won't complain about it either. We've reached a compromise. He will still have his affairs and I'll have mine. I just thought that since I'll be having sex more often than not, I might do some good, you know, help those unfortunate and all."

"All right then, let me give you some information. I know you may already have heard some of this, but I want to make sure you've heard my version," he said with a warm smile. "Our clients usually come from referrals from qualified therapists, although there is the occasional walk-in."

"We screen them for physiological, pharmacological and other easily treatable conditions for sexual dysfunction before ushering them into the surrogate's waiting arms as it were."

Argie nodded, and returned his smile as he continued. "Surrogacy takes two forms: open-ended long-term, which consists of weekly visits, or if weekly visits are a geographic impossibility, a one-week intensive session that includes 18 hours with a surrogate and seven hours with a therapist for $3,000. There is also the occasional two-week intensive session, that's 38 hours with the surrogate and 14 hours with a therapist for $8000. All that money comes from the client. It's not covered by insurance."

"May I ask a question, Doctor?"

"Certainly, Argie, may I call you Argie?"

"Yes, of course. Tell me, why isn't a person who takes money for these sexual encounters a prostitute?" 

"My understanding is that in Texas, it depends on the intent. The intent in our work is therapeutic, so you are not prostituting yourself. To be honest, if you were a prostitute, you'd be earning a hell of a lot more money than $150 an hour," Doctor Coughlin said. 

"You see, to be effective, you must touch the patient. Touch is a tool that is necessary, but it is only one of many tools utilized in therapy. They also get the benefit of my intellect, and let us say, your intuition, at least in the beginning. The touching is one of the tools to help them, but it is not what they are contracting for. More importantly, there is never a guarantee for sexual intercourse." 

Doctor Coughlin surprised Argie by getting up. Her eyes noted the increased size of the bulge his penis made in his dress slacks.

"Let me just dim some of these lights to make things a little more comfortable and we will get started," he said. Then he busied himself adjusting some of the indirect lighting in the room until it was fairly dark, with only several flickering candles left to cast a soft glow in the area where they were seated. He flipped another switch in a stereo cabinet, and the soothing sound of waves gently crashing on a beach mingled and rose above the music.

Doctor Coughlin joined Argie on the leather couch, and said, "Erotic touching and sex are sometimes a part of the experience. In some cases, we have genital touch, or erotic feeling. I would say that's only 5 to 10 percent of the total therapy experience, and only if it makes sense clinically and is acceptable to both client and surrogate." 

"Yes, I understand all that," Argie said with just a hint of impatience.

Doctor Coughlin recognized it and picked up his pace. He laughed, placed his right hand on her bare knee. The heat of his touch sent a lightning bolt to her crotch. 

"Despite our fevered imaginings," he went on, "nudity may not be part of a session for weeks or months, if it ever is. The first session with a client is a lengthy interview. The next session will involve verbal exercises, in which the client asks for what he wants. The idea is for people to verbalize. If they have a huge fear of rejection, even to get it out of their mouth is a victory," he told her, as they made eye contact.

"They get to ask for what they want," he said, giving her knee a light squeeze, "without the intent of it getting carried through, just to ask for what they want and to hear you say, yes." 

"The actual physical exercises start slowly. All the exercises are about retraining someone to get out of their head and be more present with the other person." 

His hand began to move upward on her thigh, Argie was still staring into his eyes, almost hypnotized by the smooth tone of his voice. "The touching exercise is called SENSATE FOCUS," he said, and began to massage the ball of her shoulder with his left hand. Then, opening the fingers of his right hand, he moved an additional few inches until touching the edge of her panties.

"Okay, now, please close your eyes. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to be absolutely truthful with your answers. Do you understand?"

She closed her eyes, and nodded, shifting around slightly on the couch until she was completely comfortable and relaxed. 

"You said you feel uninhibited sexually, that you are not afraid to let go?"

"Yes, usually . . ." she replied.

"When do you enjoy sex most?"

"I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried about anything," she admitted, having taken a moment to reflect.

"What kinds of things do you worry about during sex, Argie? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?"

"No, well ... I almost always come," she said, feeling the butterflies take flight in her belly and she unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch.

"You do have orgasms, don't you?"

"Yes . . ." she said softly, "I . . . just said . . ." Argie was shocked, for it sounded like she was slurring her words. 'Was something wrong with her?' She wondered.

"Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with your husband, or when you masturbate?"

Argie couldn't help opening her eyes slightly and glancing at him. "Um, probably when I have sex ..." she whispered, feeling somewhat ashamed at revealing such personal information, but at the same time a feeling exhilaration filled her. This time she had spoken clearly and succinctly. Argie thought it a victory of sorts and then realized the doctor was still speaking to her.

"Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong? "Did someone tell you that sex is dirty-especially oral sex?"

"Well, sure . . . my parents . . . and people at church," she admitted, ruefully and started to bite a fingernail, would have, but his hand touched hers and she moved the errant hand to her lap. 

"Can you have multiple orgasms?"

"I think so," she answered, as if the question caught her off guard.

His voice dropped an octave, for he was well aware how seductive a man's voice could be to a woman, and he almost spoke to her in a whisper. "Not everyone likes being touched in the same way. It is about building trust and communication skills." 

He paused for a moment, and saw that her face and neck had taken on a flush indicating a certain high level of sexual excitement. He began to lightly tickle her neck, running his hand from just under her ear and down to her elbow. 

"I . . ." Argie found herself murmuring, "Like the way you're touching me." She was amazed that she had even been able to voice the words. She was incredibly hot; wanting to feel him inside her, hoping that was where this was leading; wondering how big his penis was. She felt herself melting, and nestled her head into the hollow under his chin. 

His hand moved confidently now, to the damp juncture between her legs. He kissed the top of her head, and he began to caress the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow.

"So," she stammered, then asked meekly, "you want to have sex in the office?" 

"Well, that depends on you, its part of the procedure. What I mean is, by having sex with you I can determine how much additional experience is necessary, what your needs are, what you may or may not be comfortable with."

What do you mean?" she asked, trying to focus her clouded eyes on the handsome man next to her. "You want to fuck me . . . here . . . now?"

"We could go more slowly, if that's what you prefer. There's no urgency. I just thought that, well. There's no time like the present." However, his hand left her sex and dropped downward until it cupped her knee. Argie moaned lightly at the sudden loss of his hand from her sex. 

'Still,' she told herself, 'his touch was exquisite.' 

"No, let's start now," Argie heard herself say, as if from a long way off. 

She wasn't sure if she could work up enough nerve to go through this again, or with another therapist. She wanted to go through with it, and leaned her head back to look at him. Doctor Coughlin leaned forward and captured her lips with his. The kiss was soft, sensual, and closed, as he used his lips to massage hers; capturing her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. 

Argie had never been kissed so expertly before. She was close to sensory overload as he continued sucking and chewing ever so gently on her lip.

Argie stopped breathing.

The doctor, aware of everything that was going on in both his own sensory system and Argie's, began a mental countdown, while at the same time allowing his right hand to desert her knee and surge back to her sex, delving under her panties to explore the crease where the top of her thigh met her torso. 

Argie shuddered and began breathing again.

'Twenty-six seconds,' Coughlin told himself smugly. 'What's my record . . . fifty-three? Yeah, Agnes from Tucson, last fall.' 

"Lift your hips up, dear," he said quietly, and Argie readily complied. He deftly removed her panties and tossed them aside. 

Argie was breathing faster, she was aware that she had lubricated, a little more than usual, and was concerned that she might leave a stain on the couch.

His finger finally brushed over her moistened folds and Argie's legs parted, whether voluntary or not he couldn't be sure. Slowly, he moved his right leg over hers, and when it was firmly lodged between her thighs, he used it to open her wider and sent his index finger probing into her slick, open vulva.

"Oh!" she gasped with pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Don't you like to be free and naked? I know I do."

Doctor Coughlin began plunging his finger in and out of her, and with his other hand he deftly caressed her clitoris as it emerged from under its hood.

"Um," he sighed, "your cunny is yearning to be touched and kissed, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she moaned, "Yeah."

"Oh, yes, you want that, don't you? To be kissed and licked and touched down there. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" he murmured, as he lowered his mouth to the little triangle tuft of dirty blonde hair. 

"To have the lips of your sex touched and caressed by someone's mouth ... like this."

"Oh, Christ," she moaned, "I . . . I . . ."

Argie felt his hot breath first, then, as his lips made contact with her drenched opening, an electric jolt surged through her. Once again, she had trouble breathing. Somewhere in the distance she heard waves crashing, but the sound was no match for the thundering beat of her heart echoing in her ears.

The doctor's strong, gentle hands slid under her thighs and moved them further apart. In her mind's eye, she saw the pointed tip of his tongue as it danced up and down her slickened groove. Argie shuddered and her veins flooded with intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention, and prayed his tongue would find it soon.

Then, as his talented tongue made contact with her sensitive folds, she had a fleeting thought. 'This man was the best lover she had ever met, or would ever meet. Better than John, better than Milo, better than the others she had experimented with over the years before her marriage. None of them, not a one, came anywhere close to this man, and he had yet to fuck her!'

Doctor Coughlin inhaled her musky scent before tasting Argie's sweet nectar, and made her gasp with pleasure. He spread her glistening vaginal lips open with two fingers of his left hand while he lapped at her furiously, letting her succulent taste wash over his palate.

He switched tactics, moving to a slower approach. Argie gripped, then clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her, tantalizing, even tormenting her by not hurrying. Argie felt the little button at the center of her sex pulsing, aching for his touch, and as if reading her mind, he swiped his knowing tongue directly over her pearl. 

Argie's entire body went rigid against him. She cried out and would have left long, deep welts on his back with her tearing fingernails had he not been wearing a medical jacket over his shirt.

"Did you just come?" He inquired gently.

"Mmmmm," she managed in reply.

"Good, I'm going to undress now, and then I'll enter you, all right?"

"Mmmmm . . . yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck me, doctor, fuck me good!"

Dr. Coughlin quickly removed his shoes and socks, opened his slacks and released his erection. Then he took off his jacket and shirt, kicked his slacks off, hopping around on one foot momentarily when the cuff caught onto his right ankle. A moment later he shimmied out of his boxers, and holding his impressive nine-inch penis in his right hand, returned to Argie, who lay still before him on the leather couch.

Argie was aware of what he was doing, but all she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure radiating out from between her legs. Then she felt his weight descending upon her and a great shudder of anticipation rocked her lithe frame. He gave her clit a light lick and her orgasm returned, milder perhaps, but rewarding all the same.




Houston II Ch. 04



He found her hand and gently guided it until her fingers touched him; first Argie sensed his wiry hair, and then the solid column of veined flesh brushed against her knuckles, then her palm. He abandoned her hand, moving his fingers to her bra and clasped her right nipple. His mouth and tongue then commenced the final assault to bring her over the edge.

No stranger to a hardened prick, Argie gripped him firmly and began to pump the warm, hard, velvety flesh, exhilarating in the feel of the ridges and contours of his sizable shaft.

She felt his hot breath on her opening as he lapped hungrily at her. He sent his longest finger into her, curled it back and twisted it from side to side within her soggy channel.

Her breathing was already ragged, but still Argie let loose a loud groan and her churning hips rose up violently from the leather couch. Her free hand went to the top of his head, urging his mouth to tease, to suck, even bite her swollen clit. He gave her the full treatment then, halting his licking, and moving slightly higher to her mons. Then, with her mound squirming delightedly just under his chin, he began to munch on the small triangular patch of pubic hair. Surprisingly, no one had ever done this to Argie before, and she delighted in the new sensations for a moment or two before the doctor leaned lower and swiped his tongue from the opening of her cunt, right to the little cleft just above her clit.

Almost instantaneously, Argie began coming.

He kept going, twirling his tongue over the sensitive area, while gently holding her outer folds apart. She was writhing and moaning and screamed ecstatically when his fingers tenderly graced the area on either side of her exposed clit and drummed lightly.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus. Oh. Jesus!" she shrieked, as her tortured cunt seemed to explode around his mouth. Contraction after contraction rippled through her lower extremities, and Doctor Coughlin sighed with satisfaction, and contented himself with bestowing light, butterfly kisses on her genital area, carefully avoiding the more sensitive spots, and gradually permitting Argie to float back from her brief visit to the clouds of joy and back to Earth.

*****



Houston II Ch. 05



Chapter 5.

Coughlin's Learning Curve

"I think it time you got out of those clothes, Argie," Doctor Coughlin said smoothly. But Argie was still locked away in the never-never land of orgiastic bliss and didn't hear a word he said. So, as she was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, he quickly removed her sweater and grinned when he saw she wore a translucent bra. His eyes widened when her perfectly rounded globes bounced and jiggled upon release, and her little pink nipples stood up proud and erect, begging for his attention. He took hold of her skirt, which was bunched around her waist, and tugged at it until she had to lean forward, allowing him to pull it over her head and off. 

Argie was only vaguely aware that she was being undressed; that someone was lying down with her on the couch. The doctor snaked his arm around her, and gently pulled her soft flesh against his. She scooted back against him, feeling safe and warm in his strong embrace. Abruptly she realized where she was and whom she was with, and her sexual hunger returned full-strength.

"Doctor . . . that was fantastic!" she said, already breathing heavily again.

"Easy now," he said. "Want me to lick you some more?"

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Of course, but remember, this is a lesson in touching; in getting to know one another. It's not a fast roll in the sack, Argie, we're making love. We're . . . I'm showing you how to deal with a patient who is not currently capable of showing a good deal of passion, or even demonstrating affection. You see how I've turned you on?"

"Brother, have you ever turned me on," she said, then giggled.

"Get ready, I'm about to turn you on even more," he said.

"I can't wait . . ." she exclaimed as his finger slid easily inside her, causing her to moan, "Oh, doctor!"

Another finger followed the first, and Argie was humping back at them while gnawing at the thumb of her left hand with her teeth. Coughlin steered his tongue to her clit, gave it a strident lick and Argie shrieked out her joy.

"YES! RIGHT THERE!"

Coughlin spent ten seconds; ten long, lingering seconds, sucking on the tiny protuberance that had emerged from under its protective hood before backing away to observe her reaction. 

Argie's nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, unconsciously labeling it as a mix of musk, sweat and sex that she would remember for years afterward. 

He leaned close to Argie and whispered softly in her ear, "You're beautiful Argie, absolutely beautiful." He cupped both her breasts, and fondled them gently. He laughed delightedly as her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms. Then he returned to eating her out.

"Aaaaaggghh!" Argie shrieked, as she thrashed her pelvis with uncontrollable joy, striving to compel his fingers deeper and his mouth tighter. But the doctor, extremely knowledgeable in this area, withdrew his fingers a little and took his mouth away from her drooling sex. Her hips settled back down, and she wailed forlornly at losing contact with him.

Coughlin spent a minute stroking her flanks, delving into the cleft of her ass, making her moan anew at his touches there. Then he stopped and waited patiently before taking her to the next level.

When Argie calmed slightly, Coughlin kissed her on the lips, then kissed each eye in turn and whispered into her ear, "Concentrate on me . . . and my cock."

"I am, Doctor, I am," she moaned. "And your tongue and soft hands, and fingers . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . OHHHHH!"

Argie shifted position and lay back on the leather couch with one leg strewn lewdly over the back, and the other with her toes barely touching the floor. With her cunt fully exposed to his viewing pleasure, he knelt beside her and gazed at her sexual portal for a moment, admiring its puffy state of development while the juices flowing freely from her inner self. Then he began anew. Starting with her left thigh, he licked upward from the top of her knee, the length of her cunt to her clit, which he sucked briefly. And then he repeated the process on her left leg. When he reached her cunt this time, he plunged his tongue into her as far as it would go, then began fucking her with it and at the same time, his right hand reached up and grasped a nipple and toyed with it.

Argie moaned with pleasure, nearly overwhelmed by it all. 'How did he ever learn all this?' she wondered briefly, then forgot she ever thought of it as she surrendered herself to the cataclysmic beginnings of a fantastic orgasm that had rushed up on her.

She vaguely remembered his taking both her hands and entwining his fingers with them, and then placing them on her breasts, generating a new sensation to go with the others. Then everything blurred. His mouth had fastened upon her clit and she was coming again -- coming, coming!

Coughlin stroked his thick penis; one of his overly zealous lovers had once measured his circumference with a tape measure, and had amazed the both of them, pronouncing him to be seven inches around. 

He glanced at Argie, saw that she would soon be ready to continue, placed a pillow under her behind; knelt between her legs on the couch, and then placed each leg in turn upon his broad shoulders. He smiled and leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on her sopping thin crop of pubic hair.

She moaned, and placed a finger in her mouth. Her eyes were closed, but her pelvic muscles had already begun twitching. He licked her folds twice, then parted them with two fingers from his left hand, exposing her coral colored inner flesh.

Instinctively, Argie's hips began moving in a bucking motion, and as she became aware of her surroundings, discovered she was humping her very wet cunt against the doctor's face, soaking the area around his mouth. His mouth felt so wonderfully good on her and she felt another orgasm approaching. As she prepared to let loose an anticipatory guttural scream of pleasure, she heard him say, "I'm going to enter you now."

Argie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on his hands and fingers gliding over her sweat streaked skin. She had a vague recollection of his taking her to the very brink of ecstasy and beyond only a few short minutes ago; and that they had yet to screw one another.

"Feel the heat building up inside you?" he asked.

She was silent for a moment, as she tried to fathom the meaning behind his question, and then gave up, replying, "Are you kidding?" 

A moment later, a soft, low moan escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut as she trembled with mounting desire. Coughlin took the opportunity to whisper to her over the sound of the soft, rhythmic music playing in the background, "Notice every sensation you feel from now on," and he began to hum along with the music as his fingers walked along the lips of her labia, teasing her even more. Then he had two fingers churning away inside her, causing Argie to lunge up in a futile attempt to force them deeper, but anticipating her move he was already pulling them out and she whimpered sadly at the loss.

Argie felt as though she was almost there . . . had been on the edge several times since last coming and couldn't fathom his reason for not letting her come and then come again. In the back of her mind she heard his words again, ""Notice every sensation you feel from now on . . ." she nodded her head in a vague sort of understanding. She began to feel feverish from wanting him inside her.

Doctor Coughlin chose that moment to thrust his hips forward, squashing the blunt head of his member between her slickened, swollen labia. Argie groaned and quickly pushed back against him to hasten the entry of his steel-like shaft inside her. 

"Slowly, now," he said, warning her against being overly aggressive in humping back at him. He fed only the head of his cock into her.

Argie was going crazy wanting him firmly embedded inside her and moaned loudly at him, urging him to "Fuck me! Please, fuck me now!"

Still he waited, counting to twenty and only then did he slide slowly into her. Argie was coming again. 

She stopped breathing, and unbeknownst to her, the doctor began counting again, this time to see how long she could manage before passing out, or coughing air back into her lungs. It was a favorite game of his by which he measured his control over women.

He eased into her, inch by inch. Her vaginal muscles clenched him as if to tug him into her at a faster rate which he was willing to provide her. Coughlin smiled at this, pleased that she had such muscle control. He knew that in a short time she would learn how to use them to achieve even better results.

Finally, he was buried to the hilt in her grasping succulence. She moaned with satisfaction, shuddering from the mini-climax that was still in progress. In her rather hazy-minded state, Argie realized that she was having a number of climaxes, each one slightly different from the one preceding it, all of them wonderful. Still, she sensed that a mighty orgasm still lay ahead; one that she would not reach until he wanted her to. 

"Argie, can you hear me?" He asked.

"Um, uh-huh."

"I'm going to demonstrate the beneficial effects of motion; that is, when I, or even you move faster, a greater amount of friction is generated. I know that we're in the middle of a lovely fuck, but still, this is what you must be keenly aware of when working with your patient. 

"Huh?" she replied, obviously disoriented by the tumultuous pleasures bombarding her senses. Coughlin chucked, pulled his cock back until only the tip remained in her cunt.

Argie moaned at the loss.

"Please pay attention!" he said, trying not to make it sound as if he were scolding her. Then he slammed back into her, heard the air whoosh from her lungs and realized he had forgotten to keep count on her breathing and mentally chided himself, 'Getting old, I guess,' he thought, then began a series of rapid thrusting, virtually hammering his member into her with each and every thrust.

"Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" 

She shrieked and shuddered, as her climax -- a rapid succession of them, actually -- each increasing in its intensity as they flowed over her like a gigantic tsunami.

Gradually, Coughlin slowed his pace, and in a matter-of-fact tone told her, "I would point out that one benefit of your having your legs on my shoulders is that I have easy access to your . . . clit." 

That said, he caressed the fleshy hood of her throbbing clit, eliciting an even greater climax than the ones preceding it. 

Argie's eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Blinding lights flashed in her head and her lithe body convulsed in another fireworks-like series of orgasms, while Argie grabbed desperately at Doctor Coughlin, her muscles strained to their limits, trying to get him to stop for a moment, to give her a chance to breathe, a chance to think and then she let herself go, too tired to fight it or him any longer. 

She passed out. 

Coughlin made sure she was breathing properly, and then gave her several minutes to revive herself, which she did.

"Excellent," he said, as her eyes opened. He remained fully embedded in her, and she found that comforting, she knew she would be sore from his excessive pounding later, and throughout the following day. 

A fleeting thought passed through her mind, 'No fuckee for John tomorrow . . . or for Milo either,' she told herself, concluding the thought.

The doctor's voice reached her once again. "How did you like your multiple orgasms?"

"They were . . . lovely," she said, sounding exhausted, which she very definitely was, at the moment.

"Shall we continue then?"

"You're not finished with me?" she asked incredulously.

"No, I have learned to control my orgasms. In fact, I can do this for hours on end."

"Oh, shit!" Argie exclaimed, "Well, I can't!"

He laughed as he lowered her legs from his shoulders and positioned her on her hands and knees.

"Not my ass, please not my ass!" Argie pleaded nervously.

"Not to worry, my love," he said, kneeling behind her. He tapped her ass with his member, and then sent it quickly back into the depths of her cunt.

"OH, DAMN!" she swore, and then moaned happily, as a bevy of pleasing sensations soared through her nervous system.

He reached around her to locate her clitoris again and agilely plied it with his soft, experienced fingers.

She moaned.

He thrust.

She groaned.

He thrust faster, and was soon banging against her cervix with a regularity she found excruciatingly pleasant.

Unable to contain herself, Argie screamed out in pleasure, her head drooped and her long, silky hair fanned out over the cushions. 

Coughlin, still lodged firmly with her, began to torment her clit with his thumb.

"Yeah, MORE!" she gasped, as the sweat from their bodies caused her to slip a little and Coughlin was almost displaced from her cunt.

Recovering, he slammed into her harder, faster and Argie's climaxes began anew. Coughlin noted that her nerves were frayed and her emotions almost worn out, and decided to finish them both off. He flexed his buttocks harder than before; savagely pounding into her. Grunting and sweating profusely, he reveled in the feel of their wet flesh slapping against each other. 

"Do you want me to come inside you?" He asked in a voice strained from the effort of his fucking.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she answered, delighting in the feel of his bloated balls slapping heavily at her ass.

He held off, waiting for her next climax to arrive. When it did, with her cunt twitching and pulsing around his pistoning cock, he groaned into her ear: "Here we come!"

The words caused her eyes to fly open, and her mouth opened to emit a silent scream of pleasure. He slammed into her one last time and she felt his molten sperm rocketing into the condom he wore to protect them both. Argie sensed several exquisite seconds of marvelous bliss and then collapsed in an unconscious state as this mighty orgasm completely overwhelmed her. A moment or two later, Coughlin's member reluctantly slipped from her gaping slit with an obscene, wet smacking sound . . . and her juices quickly followed, seeping from her opening and onto her right thigh and then the couch. Coughlin fell forward to, also exhausted. He eased himself down onto the floor with the beautiful woman he had just made love too.

Argie was reviving and gasping for breath. Her body was trembling from the ordeal. Coughlin lay against her naked body, spoon-fashion, and stroked her soft skin tenderly.

When she could finally speak, Argie rasped, "That was amazing, Doctor."

"I'm glad you liked it," he whispered. "You are a wonderful student. So, do you approve of my sexual surrogate techniques?"

She turned her head back slightly, and gazed at him. She giggled softly. "I can hardly wait for our next session."

"Nor can I," he said and then they both laughed.



Houston II Ch. 06



Chapter 6.

Argie & John Discuss Matters

Argie got home around four, checked on the kids, who were already home from school and off with their friends. She decided on pizza for dinner, and made sure they had a six-pack and soda for drinks, then made a salad, wondering all the while just how she would broach the subject to her husband.

After dinner, the kids piled into the living room to watch that night's reality show, and Argie signaled John to join her in the bedroom. 

John quickly stripped, and Argie, essentially still dressed, was pleased to see how ready he was for her. She quickly put any discussion of her afternoon's delight from her mind, thinking John might not be too happy to find out exactly what so was up too.

It got hot quickly. Both their mouths opened. Tongues touched, and he found her mouth tantalizingly warm as her tongue covered his. 

And as they caressed each other, Argie found herself suppressing a giggle; for he needed a shave. His bristles tickled at the moment, but she knew if he went down on her they would prove irritating. The problem was that she herself needed a shave. She ran her fingers lightly over her loins and discovered what she referred to as 'beard rash.'

'He won't care,' she told herself, 'and neither will I,' she giggle again and burst out laughing when John asked what was so funny.

"You're my man," she said, then molded her body to his, allowing his leg to slide between hers, giving her what he liked to call 'the rug treatment.'

John lowered his hands to her buttocks and pulled Argie even closer. She still found him sexy as ever and wondered if she would find herself comparing his performance with that of Doctor Coughlin. Argie mirrored his movements, lowering her hands to his ass cheeks, and squeezed them.

"You know, Arg," he said pleasantly, "you've got a lovely ass. I know women in general are . . . well, overly concerned about their rears, but, baby, you've got nothing to worry about."

He smacked her rump soundly, and said, "This is the finest ass I've ever had the pleasure of fondling."

Argie's pleasure meter soared. He hadn't paid her a real compliment in ages, or so it seemed. She placed one hand around his neck and pulled him close for another torrid kiss. While the kiss continued, John maneuvered his hand between her legs and discovered his wife wore no underwear beneath her dress.

"Were you out like that?" He asked.

"No, dear, I took them off a few minutes ago. I was going to greet you with an erotic pose, flash my pussy at you, but you came in and shook those clothes off so fast I . . ."

She felt his fingertips tracing along her vulva and moaned, "OHHH!"

Argie closed her eyes, felt herself growing wet, tried to imagine just how his fingers felt as they grazed over her heat and moisture. 

"UGHHH!" She grunted as his finger found its way inside her. Her legs quivered as if it were her first time. 'How can it be?' She wondered. Doctor Coughlin and Milo both fucked my brains out. Even that stranger in the skin flick movie-house hadn't made her feel this way, or had they? Was she a nymphomaniac?'

As his finger moved up and in, she moved to help it penetrate even deeper.

She put one hand on the back of her husband's head, the other on his cheek, so that she might touch his mouth as he fingered her. A moment later her hand was making circles over his chest, teasing a nipple here, tweaking a nipple there, and all the while his finger moved faster and faster.

Suddenly she gasped, for his fingers stopped moving.

"Oh, what?" She moaned at the lack of friction within her cunt.

"Have to taste you, can't wait. Gotta suck you out, baby, can't wait any longer."

He sat up and yanked the dress up to her hips, then steered her around so that they were in the sixty-nine position, and had her sit on his face. Her nimble fingers quickly found his hardened member and began to kiss and lick upon him, as his mouth located her pronounced clit.

'Heaven!' Argie thought, 'I'm in heaven, and what a mouth he has!'

For that matter, John was just as taken with the skilled dexterity Argie was using on his tool. Her soft mouth and tongue busied themselves caressing, licking and sucking on him.

He toyed with her clit, drawing between his lips and applying the light pressure he knew would drive her wild. After the fourth compression of his encircling lips upon her tiny dick, Argie moaned and kept moaning, she halted her cocksucking, raised her head, and gave herself up to what he was doing to her.

She shut her eyes as his tongue delved into her slit. Argie began pushing herself down on his mouth, pressing harder and harder, then howled, "Oh, I'm coming, God I'm coming!"

Her orgasm so delectable that she failed to hear his muffled protest that she shut the fuck up before the kids came running in to see what the matter was.

Still, he didn't release her, but held her fast and continued to suck and lick her sensitive spots until she was crying for him to end it. Finally, after twisting and turning, she managed to wrest her genitals from his avid mouth and moved to lie beside him, gasping for breath.

He made as if to resume his cunnilingus, but Argie held him back.

"Not yet, wait a little. My God, did the kids hear us?"

"Us?" John said and laughed. I was pretty quiet. I know that for a fact. You, on the other hand . . . you could hire out as the siren the volunteer fire department needs to call the volunteers out."

"John!" Argie cried out, pretending to be insulted, but loving his teasing.

"Well, let's get these clothes off you before we tear them to pieces."

Argie rolled off the bed and hurriedly pulled the dress over her head, balled it up and threw it at the hamper, missing by a yard. His hands moved quickly to her breasts, pushing her bra up and exposing them. Argie struggled to unclasp the bra, as his mouth closed down on her left nipple.

"Mmmm," she purred, loving it. "Give a girl a chance would ya?"

John allowed the breast to flop from between his lips, then promptly seized upon the other and bit the nipple sufficiently to send a pleasurable jolt of both pain and pleasure through her body.

"God, stop it! I can't stand it, John."

It took her a second to realize he was looking at the two of them in the mirror; and, still gazing into it, absent-mindedly allowed his finger to settle at the entrance of her ass.

"Don't go there, lover," She said, trying to ward him off. She was still tender from Doctor Coughlin's treatment.

"Are you looking at me in the mirror?"

"Yes, I like looking at you while we make love. It's very sexy. Do you mind?"

"I think I like having you look at me. I like feeling you respond to me; and touching me too."

Argie took a long look into the mirror, saw him behind her now, felt his hands moving along her sides, and shivered. A second later, he was touching the underside of her breasts as if he was weighing them, and she moaned. John leaned into her ear and tongued her.

"How . . ." she gasped, then managed to go on. "You know, you never told me. How was your visit to the sex club?"

"Mmmm," he purred into her ear, and then moved to lick and nip at the nape of her neck.

"You mean Sex Addicts Anonymous?"

"Yeah, whatever. Umm, don't stop that, I love it."

"It was interesting."

"Oh?"

"Yeah . . . I did meet a woman though," he admitted as he took her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth.

"You bastard!" she moaned as he kissed her throat and applied more and more pressure, forcing Argie to twist away from him.

He laughed, and said, "You know Hon, I could smell your cunt the moment I walked in the door."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You've gotten good and laid this afternoon, didn't you?"

"You knew?" she replied, taken aback.

"I told you, I could smell it on you. But you must have douched in the shower. Who was it? Was it someone new?"

"You go first. You tell me you're going to a clinic, but you fuck some bimbo instead."

"She wasn't a bimbo, and I did go there. I met her there."

Argie's jaw dropped. "I . . . I didn't think any women attended those kinds of things."

"Argie, come on . . . it takes two to tango, doesn't it? Of course there are women there."

He paused, and then resumed toying with the other nipple.

She pushed his hand away. "No, not now," she said with a pout.

"You really want to hear about it?"

"I want to see how easy it is for you to find and fuck another woman. I'm really curious."

"It's about as easy for me to find a woman as it is for you to pick up a guy."

Argie wondered if this was true, then decided he no reason to lie about it. He'd gone this far, it made no sense to fabricate any of his story.

"Okay, her name is Felicia. Anyway, like Alcoholic's Anonymous, they call on people to tell their stories. Anyway, Felicia got up and told hers. She's a fucking nymphomaniac. She got me so hot listening to her story that I followed her after the meeting. She stopped at a bar and after a while I went in. She spotted me, said, "You're from the meeting, right?" And we talked for a while. 

"You talked for a while, huh?" Argie spat sarcastically.

"Yeah, we talked. Then we went into a park about two, three blocks away."

"Nature lover's huh?" Argie added, sounding full of scorn.

"We made out for a time; then I fucked her against a big tree."

"She pretty?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he said with a wry grin. "Yeah, kinda, but no where close to you."

"Bull shit!"

"But you know what? She wanted me to spank her."

"Did she?" Argie said, for the first time revealing an avid interest in his sordid tale.

"Yeah, I slapped her face; saw she wanted more, so I slammed her ass a few times and she got off on it."

"Interesting," Argie muttered under her breath, and filed it away for further discussion with Doctor Coughlin the next day.

"That's not all," John told her. "We went to her place and she wanted to be tied up."

"You kinky bastard," Argie said, but couldn't help smiling at the situation he'd found himself in. "So go on . . . what happened then?"

"What do you think happened? I tied her hands to the bedpost."

"You've never tied me up," Argie groused and moved away from him.

He pulled her closer and kissed her tenderly. "If you want, I'll get something, tie you up right now."

She grew nervous, thinking of how she might scream, and quickly blurted, "No, not now, maybe another time."

He fed on that statement, thinking, 'She's not really mad at me. She wants to be tied up; wants to hear all about it. Good, I'll tell her; then she can tell me all about her day.'

"I tied her wrists to the bed posts, but left her legs alone. They're better if spread, but you know that, don't you," he said, then nipped at her left tit.

"Ohhh," she gasped, then held the other out to him to do the same to it.

"I teased her forever, and she was going crazy wanting it."

"Wanting what?"

"My cock, silly."

"Oh," Argie giggled, then groaned when he bit down on her nipple.

"I ate her, fingered her and finally, when she couldn't take another minute, I fucked her hard. Jesus, she was coming when I started on her and kept coming," John had a finger in Argie's cunt as he said this, and quickly added a second, frigging her hard as she came envisioning him doing what he had said to the other woman.

And as with Felicia, he refused to quit when asked, but continued frigging her. He added his mouth to the sexual equation, licking the insides of her thighs; then burrowing his face in her crotch where each thigh joined to meet her cunt. His tongue fluttered over her outer folds as she groaned in ecstasy. He sent a finger from his free hand into her asshole and she rewarded him with a series of sexy grunts and squirted her love juices out at his face.

John pulled his face away and she quickly grabbed his head and pulled him back. He nipped at her clit and when she groaned shoved his finger deeper into her ass and caused her to have a tumultuous climax. 

Her legs ground against the bed, her back arched, she started to grunt, "Yeah, eat that pussy! Finger my ass! Suck my clit, yeah, yeah, oh yeah . . . like that! Yeah, just like that!"

He began rubbing his face side-to-side with his tongue propped against her clit, and Argie went off again, whimpering, trembling and humping into his face and all the while murmuring platitudes of endearments to him and his skillful love-making.

Finally, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled his face from her cunt and rested it on her soft belly. He slipped his tongue into her belly button, then made a farting noise. Argie squirmed again, but this time it was because she was giggling at him and his silliness.

A minute later, her hand found his rock-hard cock. Her eyes lit up, and a mischievous leer came across her face as she slithered down to put it within reach of her mouth.

Lying on her stomach, and propped up on her elbows, she took hold of him with one hand and gave it a sumptuous lick; and then began to suck. With his member firmly held between her lips, she moved herself between his legs to better position herself. She spent some time leisurely licking and kissing the underside of his dong before taking as much as she could into her mouth, and began bobbing up and down, sucking and slurping; getting noisier and noisier.

John lay passive, enjoying her adroit fellation. Marveling at the way she moved her head about; and how she seemed to flatten her lips as she applied them to the sides of his manhood. He also enjoyed the way she took special care to ply the ever so sensitive area under his cock-head; and how, just as that warning tingle sounded its alarm, she quit sucking, and brought his cock to her face and slapped it against his cheek. It felt wonderful and it caused the tingling to dissipate . . . for the moment.

Cupping his balls with one hand, Argie lowered her mouth to him once more, but instead of sucking him again; sent the tip of her tongue into the opening at the head of his cock, licking at the precum as it oozed forth.

"You're ready," she moaned, and deftly spun her body around, raised herself up and slowly impaled herself on him, sighing loudly as she hit bottom.

"Happy now?" he asked.

She smiled, but gave no answer. Instead, she leaned forward and rode him like a cowgirl at the rodeo; rode slowly at first, then picked up speed as she found her pace and a more comfortable position.

John found her stunning; and loved her more than ever. Bewitched by the sweat beaded on her forehead and breasts; and by the movement of her muscles flexing as she rode him, grinding her clit into his pubic bone; and by the manner her labia stretched as his member drove in, then out of her vulva.

Her hands remained flat on his chest and her movements rocked the two of them. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands; then released one and reached behind her back to slap her ass; while rubbing and pinching her nipple. 

Argie now flushed a bright pink, grunted furiously as she plunged wilding upon his shaft, then whimpered and came hard, collapsing upon him and laying her head upon his chest as she sobbed through an extended orgasm.

John knew when to press her buttons and on hands and knees crawled between her legs, and with his arms wrapped around her thighs, opened her cunt to his view with his fingers. Her clit was fully exposed and he rolled his tongue over it and brought her to another rapid orgasm.

Argie lay there panting, then pushed him off to one side, saying, "God, that was good, I think I will keep you."

****************

John poured them both a glass of white wine and bit into an apple, then offered it to Argie, who accepted it and took a small bite.

"So how was your day, baby?" he asked.

"Thought you'd never ask," she laughed, then coughed, as she began choking on the piece of apple in her throat.

It took a moment, but she managed to cough it up and placed it on the dresser next to the bed.

"Well, to begin with, I have a job." She told her husband.

"A job!"

"A good one too," she added, gleefully. "Try to guess what it is," she said.

"Normally I'd guess secretary, but you really can't type all that well. So I'll try receptionist."

"Oh, you are the chauvinistic pig," she laughed.

"You landed a highly skilled job on a loading dock," he said, deciding to be funny.

"Wrong. You'll never guess in a million years, so I'll tell you."

"How much does it pay?"

"I'm not sure, but the money is very good. It's the benefits that make all the difference through."

"You've got me," he said. "I give up."

"Okay, then. I went to see Dr. Gladstone yesterday and she sent me to see another doctor, named Coughlin."

"This Dr. Coughlin hired you?"

"Oh, yes. He did indeed."

"In what capacity?"

"You won't believe me," Argie giggled.

"Try me," he said, beginning to lose patience with her.

"I'm a sex therapist."

"You're a what?"

"A sexual surrogate. A sex therapist. I work with people who have sexual problems and help them to overcome them."

"That's like being a whore," he said stunned at this piece of news.

"JOHN!" She cried out, hurt that he would think that of her. Especially after all the women he'd had since their marriage.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he said, meaning it. "It's just that I can't conceive of you . . . spreading your legs for just anyone. I mean I can understand you finding that other guy. That's like getting even . . ."

Like hell it is. Getting even would take years," she spat out, fuming with rage.

'This is not going the way I thought it would,' Argie thought.

"How many guys did you take on," John asked, unable to control his jealousy.

"Sixteen!" she yelled. "No, make that twelve, the rest were women."

"What!" He barked, his face revealed how incredulous he found her statement to be.

"Actually," she said as she regained her composure, "there was only the one. Dr. Coughlin himself."

"The good doctor, eh?"

"He most certainly was good. I couldn't believe how many times I came with him, and he was only demonstrating some of the more effective ways to reach orgasm.

"He hung, this doctor?" John inquired, getting down to basics.

"I guess he's got good equipment," Argie said matter of factly. "I didn't use a tape measure on him, if that's what you mean."

"So what exactly transpired between the two of you?" he asked.

"I told him Dr. Gladstone had referred me. Well, of course, he already knew that. We sat down and he told me that his clinic deals with men who can't get an erection, or can't come. Some suffer from problems like premature ejaculation."

"I told him about your various activities. He said he hoped I wasn't volunteering as a form of revenge . . . or getting even with you."

"I told him that you'd just joined Sex Addicts Anonymous and I'm encouraging you in that area. And that Dr. Gladstone is your doctor, not mine."

He quizzed me on my sexual history. What I'd done, what I liked, even my fantasies."

"And the clients?" John prompted.

"Oh, yeah, um, well, they usually come from referrals from other therapists, although there is the occasional walk-in. They're screened for physiological, pharmacological and other treatable conditions in the area of sexual dysfunction before actually doing anything with them."

"Remember, my work is therapeutic, so I'm not prostituting myself. To be honest, if I were a prostitute, I'd be earning a hell of a lot more money than $150 an hour. Oh, that's how much my salary is," Argie said and beamed at him.

"A hundred fifty an hour, huh?" John murmured. Not bad for openers," he laughed and said, "I wasn't trying to be funny there."

"Huh?" Argie said not getting the unintended pun.




Houston II Ch. 06



"For openers . . . you spread your legs for them, they pay you . . ."

"Oh . . . oh, yeah, I get it."

"Anyway, then we got into what he called erotic touching. After that all I really recall is coming and coming and coming."

"Did he use every hole in your body?"

"Um, no. I didn't let him in my heinie."

"But maybe tomorrow you will?" John asked.

Argie giggled. "Maybe."

"Do I get to meet this . . . Dr. Coughlin?"

Argie realized gleefully that her husband was actually jealous of her and the doctor.

"I suppose, but I don't know when," she answered honestly enough to satisfy him.

"Do I get to meet Felicia?"

"I don't know; if there is a next time, why not? But if yesterday was it, then I don't see any reason to meet her."

John, feeling a need to prove himself the better lover, swiftly place Argie's legs on his shoulders, and using both his fingers and mouth, attacked her pussy once more.

Argie, unprepared for this delicious assault on her person, grunted several times and held his head firmly against her mons.

His knowledgeable digits delved deeply enough to locate Argie's G-spot, and on noting her reaction, blew gently on her opening creating a vibration that stimulated her to the point of no return.

He was rewarded by provoking what for him appeared to be the greatest orgasm she had ever had . . . at least with him. Argie's climax roared in with a vengeance; she was screaming and thrashing; and finally squirted out a huge amount of juice on his hand and fingers. He felt her pulsing contractions all the way up his arm as Argie shuddered to a rousing finish; then collapsed on the sheets, now thoroughly soaked with their perspiration.

John counted to sixty before mounting her and inserting his member into her gaping cunt. Argie attempted to push him away, but he would not be denied, and she relented, pulled him further into her and groaning with satisfaction that his cock was back where it belonged.

With tears of joy streaming down her face, Argie came again, but John was not ready to discharge his semen into her just yet. Her body started to tremble and wouldn't stop. He felt a concern for her well being rise up and almost halted his actions, but when he tried to stop, Argie clung to his shoulders and moaned, "Fuck me, baby! Give it to me!"

He slowed his pace considerably and eventually her trembling grew still. But all the while he continued pumping her, never stopping. Her mouth bit at his shoulder and he cursed her, and then laughed.

"Never bit me before, Arg, what happened?"

"Never cum like this before. You bastard, you've done too much fuckin' practicing!"

He laughed again. "It makes perfect, you know."

She joined him in the laughter, saying, "Right now, I wouldn't have it any other way."



Houston II Ch. 07-08



Argie's Unusual Patient & John's Peculiar Conquest 

Chapter 7 and 8

A week later, at Dr. Coughlin's, Argie has quit her boring real estate broker job to start albeit slowly, working as a therapist under the tutoring of not only Dr. Coughlin, but his strikingly beautiful assistant, Vanna Bright.

"You're doing very well, from what I've seen," Vanna told an ebullient Argie Franck.

Argie had just finished counseling a young man with erection problems, but hadn't had sex with him yet.

"I just wish that I could be of more help to him,' she said.

"It takes time and familiarity, Argie. Please keep that foremost in mind when dealing with patients.

"Time, of course," Argie repeated, trying to memorize Vanna's advice as she had so many other tidbits and pieces of information since starting at Dr. Coughlin's.

"I'd also like you to talk with a former therapist, who is also married. She . . . I'm sorry, her name is Nadine, but we all call her Naddie," Vanna shrugged, and then wiped a stand of dark hair from where it hung just over her eye. 

"She can help you with her perspective on dealing with sexual therapy with one's spouse."

"I don't have a problem in that regard," Argie said quickly.

"I know, I know," Vanna replied. "But it is early in the game. Things happen . . . that I can 

guarantee you."

"Like . . ." Argie said, hoping to elicit a response with more meaning to it.

"Talk to Naddie, dear, she'll be very helpful. Here's her number. She should be available this morning," with that said, Vanna waltzed away into Dr. Coughlin's office.

'He'll have her pants off in thirty seconds,' Argie told herself, as she headed to a phone in a corner office that would afford her a modicum of privacy.

Naddie picked up on the third ring. Argie and she hit it off right from the start. Initially, she was too clinical in her approach to the therapy sessions, but as the conversation developed, she revealed that she loved the sexual aspects of the job even more than the clinical parts.

Of course, Argie thought she felt much the same, although she had yet to have sex with any client. Despite this, the two women quickly bonded.

When Naddie confessed that she kept her husband informed, and that he "Got off knowing I'm having sex with other guys," Argie nearly got off herself. She resolved to tell John about some of her encounters, but not all. Certainly not those with Dr. Coughlin, which she hoped would be often.

Argie was jolted from her sexual daydream when Naddie told her just how much she was making working for Dr. Coughlin. 

"Did I hear you say $3000 a month?" Argie gasped.

"Yeah, right, and for only forty hours, well mostly, sometimes I work, if you want to call it work, a bit longer. But never over 50 hours in a single month."

"Wow!" Argie gasped, as visions of sugarplums danced in her head.

"Some patients, or should I say, clients are generous themselves. For instance, last week was my birthday and Jerry . . . oops, Mr. X., brought me some really sexy underwear. Of course, I modeled it for him, and then he fucked me. I kept the outfit on for the rest of the day, and showed them to Mickey . . . that's my hubby, as soon as he got home. He especially liked the gooey spot on my panties from the guy's cum. He made me tell him exactly how it got there. Then he added a gooey spot of his own."

"He doesn't get jealous?" Argie asked.

"No. In fact he loves it. It always gets him excited. Whenever I get fucked by a client I can always count on getting fucked again that night by Mickey. It's like a double-header. And, once I got laid by two different clients. So I get home and shared the news with Mickey. He's so horny he gave it to me twice in a row.

"Wow!" Argie exclaimed, "I find it hard to believe that you tell your husband everything. I've only hinted about what I'm doing to my guy."

"I understand Argie," Naddie said. "I felt the same way until Mickey found out I'd been having an affair. This was before I started working for Dr. Coughlin. In fact, Mickey caught me with a neighbor in our own bed. I thought he'd be furious. Instead, as soon as the guy ran out the door, Mickey jumped my bones. I got fucked like I've never been fucked before. He said he didn't understand it himself, but he got very turned on seeing me with another man. Now he wants to watch me with my clients, but I don't think that's a good idea."

Knowing Naddie had reached some form of agreement with her husband, Argie pushed the envelope, asking, "So how have you resolved that?"

"We haven't yet. But if the right situation comes up, we'll do it. We talked about it a couple times and we're both fine with the idea." 

"That's incredible," Argie said, "I envy you."

"Your husband isn't the jealous type is he, Argie?"

"Well, yes and no. He's been seeing other women forever. He's kept it secret of course, but I found this tape . . . a kind of diary he started for his shrink, and found out about all of them. He didn't like it though when I went out and found myself a guy."

"How many?"

"What?"

"How many women did he have?"

"Dozens, maybe a hundred or more, I'm not sure. The parts I listened to left off when he was in college."

"Argie?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't get mad at me, but if you didn't know, were you fucking around too?"

"No. That started afterward. I let a guy pick me up, and we started seeing each other a couple, three times a week. I blew up at him one day, his name is John by the way, and confronted him. We went to see the shrink together, and he joined Sex Addicts Anonymous afterward to try making amends. "

"Sounds like he's trying," Naddie said.

"Trying my ass," Argie cried out, her voice raising an octave or two. "He told me he screwed some bitch at his first meeting. But we're talking, and trying to get through the whole mess without getting divorced. I do love him and really believe he loves me too."

"So you joined Dr. Coughlin to get even, huh?"

"Not to get even. I want to understand his so called compulsion, and that's going to take time. I wanted to get even somehow, you know, what's good for the goose . . . anyway, it was John's shrink put me onto being a therapist while we were discussing how I might better cope with his problem. Can you beat that?"

"No shit!"

"My exact words."

"You know, we should have lunch. Can you make it tomorrow?" Naddie asked.

"I guess . . . sure, why not? Where do you want to meet?"

"Do you like Farber's?"

"Mmmm, yeah, I love their chicken salad," Argie gushed.

"Farber's it is. How does noon sound?"

"its fine, I'm not working tomorrow."

Naddie laughed, "I know, I am."

Argie was laughing too as she responded. "That figures, okay, tomorrow at noon, shall I ask for Naddie?"

"Yes, I'll make a reservation in my name, and tell them to expect you.

*****

John was as horny as he'd ever been. He wanted to take one of the kids into the backroom, but decided against it. There had been too many rumors going around about him and the underage kids. The older women were a royal pain in the ass. They all thought he was going to leave Argie for them. They were nuts if they thought that. He loved Argie and she loved him. They were going to figure a way to deal with his problem. Hadn't she become a sex therapist for that reason?"

Felicia's body came to mind, and he made his decision. He called her; found that she was home and glad to hear from him.

"I can be there in twenty minutes," he said.

"Hurry, I'm leaking with anticipation," she moaned into the phone. His erection bulged in his trousers. Covering his front with a newspaper, he made a feeble excuse to his assistant manager and left for Felicia's.

*****

For the first time, Argie was comfortable and not fidgeting after arriving at the therapist's office. She looked at the file folder laid out on her desk and smiled. As she began reading the case history, her mind wandered back to earlier that week and how each patient passing her desk had caused her to fantasize about their cocks; and what she might do to ensure they became hard as steel were she their caseworker. She imagined them entering her, and before she knew it, her panties were soaked. She looked around, with an apprehension that everyone else knew of her predicament, then made for the ladies room and relieved herself by masturbating.

Soon after she had returned to her office, Vanna walked into Argie's office with a file folder. "I have something for you to read. If, after reading it, you want no part of it, just say so. On the other hand, if you think you can deal with this particular subject . . . please let me know ASAP."

Argie nodded, although not fully comprehending, and reached out for the file.

"I should tell you," Vanna added, as she carefully studied Argie, "this one is highly unusual. The doctor and I won't be put out if you feel you have to decline. But, I think taking this particular assignment will help you as much as it does the patient."

Vanna left and Argie began to read the file. The patient had apparently spent most of his life until recently, encased in an iron lung.

"Holy shit, Batman!" she thought. "What the fuck did I let myself in for?"

But as she read on, she was filled with pity for the man in question. It was evident that he was filled with psychological problems as pertained to his repulsive body --- at least that's how the psychologist phrased it in medical terminology. The patient's name was Harold, and Harold felt a potential lover would be horrified at seeing his pale, thin body with its bent spine, bent neck, washboard ribcage, and hipbones protruding like outriggers. Harold's second problem was with the cost of the surrogate's service. He had little money to spare, with almost every penny he earned from government handouts going for medical treatment and medicines.

Argie saw a scrawled notation by Dr. Coughlin, "Pro Bono," which she knew was a legal term that meant he was performing the service free of charge. Another line she managed to decipher as: "Use as a training exercise." 'Not for him,' she thought. 'but for me; or another one of his surrogate's.' 

'So that's how I got this assignment,' Argie told herself. The fact that the doctor wanted to help Harold helped change Argie's perspective even more. Now she was determined to help him, no matter how horrifying his appearance. She was a mother, had raised three healthy children, and that experience would aid her in dealing with Harold's "problems."

Argie poured over Harold's records, read with interest as he explained his feelings about sex, his fantasies, his self-loathing, and his interest in seeing a surrogate. He was matter-of-fact in stating he knew it would never be easy for him to find a lover because of his disability.

She closed the file, sighed, reached for the phone, and dialed Harold's number. 

"Hello, Harold. This is Argie." 

He knew without having to ask that it was the surrogate. "R.G? You use initials?"

"No, no," Argie said laughing, "I have a rather unusual name. Its spelled A.R.G.I.E., pronounced "RG". I have an opening this morning, would that be convenient for you?"

"Well, I know the sooner the better, but I'm not alone at the moment."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I should have realized . . ."

No, no. I want to see you as soon as possible. Look can you call me back in, say . . . thirty minutes? We can talk then. "

"Certainly, I'll call back in half an hour, Harold."

When Argie called back, they fenced over where they should meet. Argie realized that with Harold's condition, he was not about to hop on a bus and come to her. So she asked him to set the parameters for their meeting.

She was embarrassed to learn that everything had been arranged to provide them with the most discreet arrangements possible under the circumstances. They would meet at the home of a trusted friend

*****

There was another woman waiting for John at Felicia's. She wore a kimono over a slim, petite frame. She had almost no breasts; but a ravishing smile on wide, red lips, and expressive, wanton eyes, that seemed to devour him.

Felicia, wearing a matching kimono, said, "John, this is Norma. I didn't mention her on the phone. I thought that . . . well, two insatiable women might have kept you away."

"I doubt that," he said. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Norma."

"Likewise," the slim woman said, her eyes roaming his body with undisguised hunger. He realized that she too was addicted to sex, possibly even more than Felicia.

Felicia cleared her throat, as she decided how to begin. She looked at John and said, almost inanely, "I love your tan, I wish I could tan like that, but I can't," she arched her eyebrows, "Doctor's orders."

"I know," he smiled, "Besides don't you spend most of your time indoors?"

Felicia laughed. "Forgotten our adventure in the park already?"

"Not on your life. I'm sorry. It's just . . . well; I'm not really prepared for intelligent conversation at the moment."

"Neither are we,' Norma said quickly, nervously." In fact, my panties are getting damp. I hate it when they cling to me. "

John's eyes widened with pleasure as the petite brunette's hands went under her kimono and deftly removed her underwear. She handed her panties to him and instinctively, John brought them to his nose.

"Feel how soggy they are," Norma said, and then with an obscene lilt, "Take another good whiff, Johnny-Boy."

He did so, slightly annoyed at her calling him Johnny-Boy; then tossed the panties at Felicia, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Both women watched intently. Felicia licked her lips in anticipation.

"You girls do one another?" he asked out of curiosity. Women when aroused will admit to many things they would normally keep hidden away.

"What?" Felicia asked, not having heard him clearly as she was focused on the bulge protruding from his crotch.

"I asked if you two went down on each other."

"We entertain ourselves, Johnny-Boy," Norma said, "Like the old sailor once said, 'any port in a storm, eh, sailor?"

"I'm not a sailor," he said, as his trousers crumpled around his ankles and he kicked them away. He stood there in shoes, socks and skimpy silk, black bikini underwear. 

"Who's the top, when you munch each other's carpet?"

"If you must know," Norma said, "we take turns."

"You take turns, eh? Well, take my shoes off, Norma," he said, for some reason liking the sound of her name as he pronounced it.

Norma agilely dropped to her knees, and lifting one leg at a time, removed his socks and shoes.

"Good, you want first dibs on my skivvies?"

Norma was breathing heavily as she replied. "Yes."

But as she reached up to pull them down, he stepped away from her and said, "Aw, too fuckin' bad. You weren't quick enough."

John noted the glitter in Norma's eyes immediately after he had refused her. He assumed correctly that Norma had been someone's slave, and not too long ago.

The skimpy bikini briefs he wore barely covered his crotch. Both women's nipples had hardened into pebbled points, easily evident through the soft silky material of the twin kimonos they wore.

Norma's attention was riveted to the head of his cock, still contained within the wisp of black silk. Felicia's immediate attention was on the manner in which his balls seemed to be sagging so heavily in his briefs. Neither woman could tear their eyes from him.

"Show her . . . please," Felicia whispered. John looked at her and shrugged. A moment later he peeled the silky briefs away to reveal his erection to both of them. "Magnificent!" Norma exclaimed quietly. "You were right about him having a wonderful endowment, Leech."

Felicia did not reply to her friend, but continued to stare at John's erection. For the record, his cock was large, but not extraordinary in size. Measured, it would have come in at eight and a half inches; with a generous thickness, especially along the center of the shaft. It was his innate ability to remain hard; to perform time after time, his gift, or curse of the Satyriasis that drove him to conquest after conquest, often wearing his female partner to a frazzle before tiring himself.

"Lose the kimonos," he said, his voice already raspy with sexual overtone. As one, both women shrugged off the silken robes and stood wordlessly in their nudity before him.

As John had suspected, Norma was flat-chested, with large brown areola, centered with thick, rubbery nipples that had been stretched to a length of over an inch and a half.

"Some nips you got, Norma," he said, without thinking.

"She was mistreated," Felicia volunteered without being asked.

"How?"

"Tell him, sweetie," Felicia said kindly.

"I . . . I was a slave." Norma said this as though if explained everything succinctly.

"And . . ." John said, leading her toward a more amplified answer.

"I . . . um . . ." Norma found herself unable to continue.

"Have a little suck on my dick, maybe that will loosen your tongue," he told her. 

He was surprised with the alacrity Norma used in pouncing upon his erection, and drawing it into her soft mouth. He allowed her to tongue his cock for perhaps a minute before gently taking it from her mouth and holding in his hand, tapping it against her open lips.

"No more sucking until you tell me about being a slave."

John!" Felicia said, protesting his actions, "I thought we'd have a nice fuck here. Don't do this to her, please?"

"Its okay, Leech, the petite brunette said quietly. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me how you got started."

"Okay."

"Felicia, while she's talking, how about some nice head?"

Felicia slowly sank to her knees in front of him, and cupping his balls in one hand, used the other to direct his length to her mouth. 

*****

Harold's caregiver dressed him, put him into his wheelchair, and pushed him to his life long friend Ned's apartment, which was next to his. Harold did not want this R.G., to see the horde of medical apparatus that sustained his frail body day after day; at least not on her first visit.

He became increasingly apprehensive. What if she took one look at his deformed body and fled? He imagined her saying 'Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but I can't do this . . .' Polite or not, it would destroy him.

He fought off his apprehension by running over what Argie had told him earlier. The first hour would involve an in depth interview. Following that she would introduce him to a series of "body awareness" exercises. He had not asked what this involved, but had given his approval to them.

As the time of Argie's arrival approached, Harold felt as if his executioner was about to arrive. His caretaker, Maude reassured Harold it would be all right, and placed him on Ned's double bed. Since it was difficult for Harold to turn his head to the left, Ned and the caretaker pushed him to the left side of the bed in order that Argie might lie next to him and Harold might be able to see her. 

Then Maude put the hose of his portable respirator near Harold's mouth, in case he needed air. Harold insisted on it because he had never been outside the respirator for more than an hour without needing to use the portable respirator. He was all set. His friend and caretaker left him to wait on the front steps for the surrogate to arrive.

A minute passed before Harold glanced at the noncommittal green numerals flashing on the nearby digital clock. 11:04:30. Argie was late. 11:07:43. 11:11:00. 

'Oh, God, she wasn't coming! She'd changed her mind! She couldn't bring herself to face him!'

11:14:55. "Oh, God!" he moaned aloud. Five seconds later there was a light knock on the front door.

"Come in!" Harold yelled, surprising himself with the volume and timbre of his usually weak voice.




Houston II Ch. 07-08



Argie had arrived.

*****

Now it was out in the open, all the veiled phrases, and innuendo, were unnecessary. Sex they all agreed, was foremost on their minds.

"You want the whole story?" Norma asked, in a low voice, additional proof of her submissiveness.

"Yeah, you talk while Felicia sucks my dick. I'll let you lick it some as we go along."

"I understand," Norma said.

"John . . ." Felicia began, but he silenced her feeble protest with a wave of his hand.

"Let's do this," he said and tendered his erection to Felicia's mouth.

She accepted it without another word.

"I had wondered about myself for some time. I had never been sure until I put an ad in the Village Voice . . . I was living in lower Manhattan then."

"He answered my ad the first day. I gave him my address. I never once thought he might be a maniac or something like that. Just gave him the address and told him to come by. I didn't give him a time or anything, just the address."

"My bell rang about four hours later. I peeked out and saw him. His name was John, same as you," she added; looking appreciatively at Felicia taking Franck's member deep down her gullet.

"May I please have another taste?" Norma asked.

"Switch," John told Felicia, who promptly handed his shaft to Norma, who was now kneeling at her side. The petite brunette began to suck voraciously upon him and he moaned with pleasure. 

"My balls," he said, snapping his fingers. Both women winced. "Do my balls!"

Felicia took his testes in her hand and brought them to her mouth, engulfing one and then the other. This went on for several minutes, and then John gently removed his penis from Norma's tightly sealed mouth with a soft pop, and handed it to Felicia.

"You were saying . . ." he said to Norma, who nodded in acceptance at the loss and after clearing her throat, resumed her tale.

*****

Argie greeted Harold with a generous smile. He turned his head toward her, stretching his neck as far a possible to drink in the beautiful vision that stood beside him.

'She doesn't despise me,' he thought and then reflected, 'and she doesn't pity me . . . at least as far as I can tell.'

Argie pulled a chair up to the side of the bed, apologized for being late, and talked about how everything had gone wrong for her that morning. He was alone with this strange, but beautiful woman. 

Harold, unable to think of anything else to say, said, "Your fee's on top of the dresser."

Argie thanked him, but did not take the money.

She had remembered to position herself so that he could see her. He studied her and her appearance, memorizing it for the future. She wore a black pantsuit, and her light brown hair was tied behind her head. She had clear skin and large brown eyes, she seemed tall and strong, but to Harold, who was only 4' 7" and weighed sixty pounds, everyone looked tall and strong.

They made idle talk, while normally a very outspoken person, Harold was afraid to ask what she thought of his deformity.

Gradually, the talking helped Harold begin to lose the tense feelings. Argie told him that she was forty-one, married to a man who owned a MacDonald's franchise, and had three teenaged children, Allison, 18, Jodie, 15, and Tricia, 12. She was descended from French-Canadians who had settled in Worchester, Massachusetts. 

"I was born in Danbury, Connecticut," Harold said. There was a brief silence between them which he broke, asking, "And are you a Catholic? I am."

"Yes and no. I was raised Catholic, but left the Catholic Church when I was seventeen."

"Whatever for?" he asked, puzzled that anyone would leave their religion.

"At eighteen, I fell in love. I gave my virginity to him. I went to confession and the priest condemned me for my sexual behavior."

"He was supposed to forgive you your sin," Harold murmured, feeling her pain. After a moment he went on, "If in fact, it was a sin." 

"It was a sin all right," Argie assured him, "One of the biggest . . . at least back then anyway."

"Were you pregnant? Was it your first child?" He wanted to know everything about her.

She smiled at him, let him know that she didn't mind the questions and said, "No that came later. I was married to my husband by then."

They talked a bit more, and as Harold saw that she was treating him with respect and no evidence of scorn or pity appeared, he opened up to her like a flower. He began to tell her of his life, his family, and his fears, especially of sex.

"Harold," she said, "would you be comfortable if I undressed you?"

"S . . . sure," he stammered, hating himself for stuttering, hating his deformities, and worst of all terrified that he would be unable to perform even though Doctor Coughlin had assured him that under the right circumstances he could perform as well as any other man.

His heart was pounding, and not from lust, as Argie knelt on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. She encountered trouble in undressing him and he thought for a moment that she was going to abandon him. Then he thought she would leave on seeing his nakedness. His fear of rejection ran on and on as Argie attempted to remove his clothing.

It wasn't until he was nude on the bed that he began to relax. Still nervous with the fact that he was about to be tested sexually, he shuddered and his teeth began to chatter.

"Try to calm down," Argie said, getting up off the bed.

"Y . . . you're leaving?"

"No, I'm getting undressed too." She hurried and was soon nude standing beside the bed, frozen in place as Harold studied her voluptuous breasts. She noted he was too shy to peek between her legs.

"Can . . . can I tell you something? Something personal?"

"Of course you can, Harold. That's part of what we do together."

"Um, whenever . . . in the past, whenever I was naked . . . in front of doctors and nurses, you know? I'd pretend I wasn't . . . you know, naked and all. But right now . . . I don't need to pretend anything. We're both naked. It seems normal somehow."

"It is normal, Harold, believe me."

"Yeah, but I was . . . I was half expecting God, or my parents to intervene. To prevent this from ever happening, you know?"

Argie sat on the bed beside him and stroked his hair. "You have lovely hair, rich textured and full bodied. I wish my hair were like yours."

"Really?" he said, caught by surprise. He had never thought of his hair, or any part of him as enviable by another human being. 

"Well, you certainly do, "Argie said and then began to explain about the body awareness exercises.

"I'm going to run my hands over you. You may kiss me wherever you want."

"Oh, God!" Harold groaned. "Can I . . . can I caress you?"

"Right now, I'd like you to try to excite me with your mouth and tongue."

"My mouth . . . my tongue?"

"Yes."

Argie began to rub scented oil on her hands, and slowly moved her palms in small circles over his chest and arms, talking all the while about how nice this was, and how lovely that was, in a soft, steady voice.

It wasn't long before Harold put a request to her. "May I kiss your breast?"

Without answering him, Argie sidled up to him and tendered her right breast to his lips.

He startled her with the softness of his mouth as he suckled her. 'Like a baby's mouth,' she told herself, and cradled his head in her hand, holding him to her.

He sucked harder, but it was still as tender as she'd ever been suckled. The lovely sensations shot right to her core, and after a few moments her other breast was demanding similar treatment.

"Now if you kiss one, you have to kiss the other," she said. "That's my rule." 

Amused by her mock seriousness, he moved to her left breast. She instructed him to lick around the edge of the nipple, telling him she liked that too. He sensed she was telling him these things to help him relax, but that didn't make her encouragements seem less true. 

Harold was getting aroused.

Norma laid her left hand on Felicia's shoulder, looking on admiringly, as her friend kissed and licked her way along Franck's thick, shimmering shaft, and continued with her tale. 

He went right to the couch and sat down. He looked at me, said, "I wasn't sure you'd really be up for this until you opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn't."

John's hand absently reached up to grasp Felicia's strident nipple and squeezed it. Norma, watching intently, licked her lips, and continued with the tale of her entry into submissiveness.

"I made no reply to his comment. He gestured for me to approach him, and I did."

"Kneel down," he said, reaching into his coat pocket.

"I want to do this the right way, right from the start," he said, then his hands were on my neck, and for a fleeting moment I thought I was going to die. 

I couldn't have been more wrong. I felt his hands placing something about my neck; he wasn't choking me, not at all.

I peed my pants.

"Nervous, eh?" he said as my urine splattered over the wooden flooring.

"I . . . I'll clean it right up," I sobbed with embarrassment.

"Leave it; we'll do something with it later. Go look in the mirror," he told me.

The nearest mirror was in the bathroom just off the living room. I went in and looked at myself. Around my neck was a red leather dog collar, with a metal strip that had my name etched into it. I began to cry; then glanced down at the stain covering the front of my skirt. Instinctively, I turned; saw the huge stain on my rear. I wondered how I could change without him noticing. 

"Come back here!" John called, and I hurried back, fingering the collar.

"It's lovely, thank you very much, John," I said.

"You want to change don't you?" he said calling attention to the wet skirt and reminding me that for all practical purposes, I was standing in the pool of my own making.

I could only nod, hopefully.

"Was it fear or sexual excitement that caused you to piss?" He asked rhetorically, for I knew that he knew the reason.

"I think . . . both," I said and cringed, expecting to be struck.

Looking directly into my eyes, he said, "You happen to be right. It was fear . . . my hands around your neck. But it was also the excitement of having a stranger come to the door. A stranger who might take your life, or . . . take you to places you haven't even dared to dream of."

Idiot-like, I could only nod my assent.

"You're excited by the whole idea, aren't you?"

Head down, I nodded again.

"Stand up. Remove your clothing and clean yourself off with a wash cloth. Do it quickly."

On returning to the room naked and cleansed, I held a towel in my hand.

"Master, shall I clean the mess on the floor?"

"No, you can play in it a while longer. But you should probably take my coat," he said. 

I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When I got back, he told me to undress him. As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was very specific about --- with my knees wide apart so that he had free access to my cunt and asshole. After all, I was now his property wasn't I?"

I nodded my agreement, and for the first time in ages, felt free. 

"That's funny, isn't it, me feeling free after giving up my freedom to a complete stranger?"

As I unbuttoned his shirt, he told me: "You will be whipped, or spanked, or otherwise tormented for any infractions of my rules. You will be confined, bound and gagged at my whim. In short, you are as of this moment, a slave to any and all of my desires. Do you agree, Norma?"

It was the first . . . and only time he ever used my proper name.

I took a second to savor the moment, then sighed deeply and answered him. "Yes, John, I Norma, will now become your slave."

I was so hot at that point I thought I would come without being touched by either him or myself. It's possible that the fact that I was stripping him naked helped those feelings, but I still wonder if it wasn't his magnetism alone that caused them.

We were both highly aroused by then, me kneeling in my piss, he standing above me, his tumescence bobbing just above my head.

*****

Argie's hand moved in slow circles, going lower and lower as she continued to talk reassuringly, and Harold continued chattering about nothing in general, but managing to convey to her his unequaled excitement.

And when she lightly touched his small cock --- as through she liked it --- as though it was delightful that he was aroused, he ejaculated over the top of her hand.

Argie refused to show any semblance of disappointment, or disapproval. She cleaned her hand and made conversation, encouraged Harold to tell her of the many things he knew, for he was well educated.

That they could be talking about mundane matters right after an intense sexual experience seemed strange at first. Another lesson learned: sex is a part of ordinary living, not an activity reserved for gods, goddesses, and rock stars. He realized that it could become a part of his life if he fought against his self-hatred and pessimism. 

A key moment came when he asked Argie whether she thought he deserved to be loved sexually. Argie never hesitated, said she was sure of it. He nearly cried with happiness. She didn't hate him. She didn't consider him repulsive. 

After a time, Argie got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and dressed. Two hours had passed. Taking an appointment book out of her purse, Argie told Harold that next time she wanted them to work on having intercourse. She asked him whether he had been afraid to see her that day. He admitted to having had spasms of deep terror. She soothingly told him how brave he had been to go through with the session despite his fears.

She kissed him on the mouth and tickled his balls before leaving him alone on the bed. A minute went by after the door closed behind her and he brought to mind the glorious highlights of their pairing. The door opened. It was Maude and Ned. They asked Harold about the experience. 

"It changed my life. I'm sure of it. I feel victorious, cleansed, and relieved, all at the same time. " 

Ned pushed him back to his apartment; through the quiet neighborhood of small, old houses and big, old trees. It was a warm day, which Harold hadn't noticed on the way over. He bluntly asked Maude about her first sexual experience. To his delight, she never hesitated, describing it in detail. And as Maude went on about her time in the hayloft so many years before, Harold began to feel something new. He was being admitted for the first time into the world of adults.

Once he was home again, Maude set to work, putting him into the iron lung, and set up his computer so that he could write. Harold worked furiously pounding the keys with his mouth stick, describing the experience with Argie in his journal. He titled the chapter: Becoming a Man. 

*****

Norma, her eyes envying Felicia's adroit cocksucking, continued telling John of her baptism into submissiveness. 

"Without a word from John, I carefully tossed his linen slacks onto the end of the couch and took him in my mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some control over the situation. I wanted to see if he would have any difficulty controlling himself while I made him come while kneeling in my urine.

Please understand that I had no understanding of control, or how a submissive is supposed to react. So as I thought I was about to make him come, he told me to stop. 

I kept right on sucking.

He pulled away from me, then yanked me up and threw me over his lap. He held both of my hands with his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg that was the one on the outside, and started to spank me. He kept it up for, maybe a minute and a half. It was long enough that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the situation. 

He didn't really hurt me, but my behind was very red and he definitely had my attention. Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I'm naked. I'm draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over my face. My bottom is sore. I'm horny as hell, and what's worse, I can feel his erection poking into my stomach. That was driving me crazy.

He was still smacking my bottom, but his hand was edging lower, and because of the way he's got my legs separated, I couldn't deny him access to my pussy had I wanted to.

The first real contact I recall on my privates was his yanking on my bush. Smack, smack, yank, yank, is how it went. Until, that is, he started to finger me. I was moaning by this point, trying to shove my rear into his hand. 

To my complete surprise, he suddenly rose up and dumped me to the floor, and all the piss puddled there. He stood over me and, holding himself, began to piss on my head and shoulders. I lay there demoralized and humiliated. But I stayed there, not moving until he told me to clean everything up.

I imagined that I was being punished for being disobedient. I found pleasure in that, and had a glowing feeling as I hastily cleaned up the mess I'd made.

After I finished, he had me sit on the armchair in the living room. Sit may be the wrong way of putting it. Let's say I was upside down on the chair. My legs, or calves, hooked over the top of the chair, my ass against the back cushion, and my head hanging off the edge of the seat cushion.

He let me relax for just a moment, and then he began to rub my clit. I started to squirm. He jammed his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag from the unexpected force of it all. He slid his fingers into me. Two of them at first; he teased my clit, and I came. He never hesitated, kept on jamming those thick fingers into me, only now it was three of them.

Suddenly, there was a tremendous pressure at my anus. It was his thumb. I didn't really care, I was still compensating for the thick dick he had in my mouth. 

But I felt great, riding that climax and all.

He varied his technique, never seeming to repeat himself. He brought me off three or four more times, I'm not sure. I know this; I was in another world, feeling no pain, only happy bliss and sexual contentment. I was willing to go anywhere, do anything, as long as he kept this up. I loved it. Even when he finally came in my mouth and I nearly choked to death.

He was thoughtful enough to bring me a glass of ice water, and patted me on the back. I was now sitting on the floor, still coughing and gasping for air. He refilled the glass. I drank it all.

Some time passed before he spoke again, and then he said, "Let me explain my rules. There are only three. I'll go whenever you tell me that's what you want. That's rule one. Rule two is I am in total charge as long as I'm here. Rule three is once we begin something we will finish it."

"Do you understand these rules?"

I nodded at him. 

"Fine, then lean back down," he told me, pushing my chest gently back onto the armchair. He spread my legs and fondled my whole cunt for a few seconds. I'd seen his cock was hard, even after going into the kitchen, finding a glass, getting me a drink and coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand after only a few seconds. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom. He just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan.

He pushed me until I started to say things.

"What? Oh, nothing coherent. 'Oh, yes,' or my favorite, 'AHHHH,' that kind of thing. NO, I wasn't begging, (she giggled at that) at least, not then."

I don't know where I was mentally, but then he was thrusting inside me with that dick, that oh, so thick, dick. And this was with his hand, or fingers, actually, still working on me. Or, so it seemed, but his hand did slip around my hip, reached my clit and tormented it as he fucked my brains out.

He filled me marvelously. He practically screwed me into the chair. I swear when he finished with me I thought I was bolted to that damn chair, until he 'freed' me by pulling me out of it.




Houston II Ch. 07-08



Did I mention that I came constantly during this period? Well I did.

He pumped faster. I found his pace unbearably sweet. I came some more.

Then, when I could stand it no longer, he almost, but not quite brought his fucking to a halt. There was only a very gradual movement on his part, and I started to come down from my orgasmic high.

I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, "Don't take it away."

He didn't. The son of a bitch slid his dick, all slicked up from my juices, into my asshole without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time. I knew that there were no limits to what would happen to me. I mean, he'd been there less than an hour.

I started coming almost as soon as he entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could bear. I'd been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started screaming. I'm sure my neighbors could hear me. If he didn't know what he'd gotten himself into, he knew now.

It didn't bother him in the least. He seemed to know when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time. I lost track. I must have had three of four more. I screamed again when he had his. Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he'd been silent since he'd entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals became to get him to make some noise as I 'serviced' him.

"Yes I know I'm grinning, now can I have some of that nice cock of yours before you come in her mouth, please?"

"Sure you can, Norma, he said, and then to Felicia, "Time for the other side, baby." 

Felicia relinquished his saliva slickened member, but before Norma could gobble him up, John had a hand behind her back and raised her up, then kissed her. Gradually, Norma found herself pressed tightly against his chest. Her heart was pounding with excitement. 

'He's certainly different,' she thought as her tongue dueled with his.

His hands passed over her slight breasts, his palms pausing momentarily to excite her nubbins, now fully engorged with her enlivened blood flow. He felt her chest heave, the intake of a deep breath and its dawdling release. His fingers left her nipples, traveled down over her ribs.

Norma shivered, and goose bumps appeared everywhere.

Felicia, looking on, giggled obscenely.

Norma's breathing became ragged, as she labored for extra oxygen. John's relentless fingers traced circles around her areola, felt them crinkle under the gentle pressure; watched the tension rise in her body; sensed the desire building as her belly pulsated with each feathery touch of his fingers.

Norma moaned, "Fuck me, or suck me. I need to come."

"Degrade yourself for me, first," John said hoarsely. He had never experimented in S&M before and was very curious. 


 "What do you want me to do?" Norma asked. He might have been wrong, but John thought he detected a subtile relaxation on her part.

"Sit on the floor. Show me how you play with yourself," he said matter of factly, rather as if he'd asked to see she brushed her hair. 

He left the room, telling the women he would be right back. Norma sat down on her haunches, and pulled a cushion off the couch as he returned, and then widened her thighs to reveal her cunt to both onlookers.

Felicia seemed as interested in what Norma was about to do as John was. 

Norma began masturbating by allowing her fingers massage her very wet slit. Using her other hand, she opened the skin that hid her tiny clit, let her index finger rub lightly around it, then touched it once, shivered and returned her finger to her pussy lips. Her eyes had been closed throughout this procedure, now Norma opened them, seemed to focus on some imaginary fantasy and not John or Felicia.

Her other hand joined the first, alternating long, languid strokes along the sides of her labia. John could see the fluid oozing from her slit.

Norma sent her left hand upward to her small breast, and pinched the stiffened nipple hard. She moaned, then pinched the other nipple as her index finger returned to her clit, which of itself, had grown larger. This time she didn't tease her clit by avoiding direct contact, but seemed to pounce upon it, strumming it, and caused it to inflate to an even greater size.

Two fingers slid into her wetness, and she moaned a little louder. The fingers moved at a faster pace. Norma abandoned her nipples and sent that hand to stimulate her clit even more.

Both Felicia and John knew that Norma was on the cusp of her climax, when the doorbell rang. 

Norma froze.

Smiling evilly, John took a twenty from his pocket, and handed it to Norma.

"That's the Pizza delivery. Tell him to keep the change."

Norma looked at the two of them. "Why can't . . ."

"Answer the fucking door!" he yelled. 

Cringing from his voice, Norma reached for her kimono, but he stayed her hand.

"No, like that, he said coldly. She looked beseechingly at Felicia, but her erstwhile friend turned away from her. Norma seeing no alternative took the money and felt their eyes on her as she walked to the door, wondering if the pizza delivery man might be a boy or a girl, or a man.

Norma opened the door, managing to hide most of her body behind it. A young man, perhaps seventeen, tall and gawky, with a bad case of acne, stood there gawking at her as he held the pizza box in his hands. She handed him the twenty, and accepted the pizza with one hand, balancing it at its center. She realized he knew she was naked, and said, "Heard the bell as I came out of the shower. No fair peeking, but keep the change."

Norma closed the door with the heel of her left foot and almost fell, but caught her balance and managed to retain possession of the pizza.

"Well done!" John said with a broad smile, as he took the pizza from her and handed it off to Felicia. He embraced Nora, kissed her fiercely, sending his tongue swirling into her mouth, and cupped her cunt at the same time.

Norma felt a surge of unbridled joy race through her system at his sudden kindness. John continued the kiss, fingering her to the orgasm that eluded her with the ringing of the doorbell. 

Then, still naked, they all sat down, and ate most of the pizza along with a bottle of Italian red wine that Felicia happened to have on hand. As they finished, and Norma was disposing of the paper plates they'd used, John said, "So Norma, just what size are those tiny tits of yours?"

"I'm a 32 A," she answered, glancing down at them.

"Felicia, what are yours?"

"I'm a 36 C, baby, wanna taste?" She replied cupping them in her hands as if offering them to him.

"C'mere," he said, and Felicia moved quickly to him, "You too, Norma."

With Norma and Felicia standing side by side before him, John got up, had Felicia sit in his place and then placed Norma so that she was standing directly in front of Felicia.

"Kiss her cunt, Felicia."

Felicia looked up, her face inches from Norma's pussy, her breath hot against the others sensitive, damp skin. Norma put her hand on Felicia's head, and Felicia leaned forward, and tenderly kissed the wet pussy before her, and then snaked her tongue upward and over Norma's clit.

With a quiet belch, John viewed the two women.

Norma shivering with longing, bent her knees slightly, and rocked her pelvis forward as if demanding more intensity from Felicia's mouthing.

John reached out and placed a hand on Felicia's shoulder, signaling her to halt, and she did so, causing Norma to moan at the loss of the mouth at her sex. The bed," he said brusquely; and the three moved to the bedroom. The women seemed more relaxed in this environment and smiled coyly at him as they climbed upon the un-made, king-sized bed.


He pulled Norma on top of him, so that she could straddle his mouth. Felicia began plying kisses across his chest, then licked and sucked at his nipples. Norma lowered her pussy to his waiting mouth. Felicia took her sweet time getting down to his rigid cock. 

Norma was already grinding her cunt into his mouth, and moaning continuously before she licked his crown thoroughly, then swallowed him. 

Through half-lidded eyes, Norma watched as her colleague deep-throated him; taking the entire length of his prick down her throat until her lips mashed against the base of his cock. Then Felicia demonstrated her many capabilities in this art, by sucking him in long, deep strokes.

Felicia stretched out between his legs as she plied his prick, and Norma found herself gazing at Felicia's creamy white ass, so stark when viewed against her deep tan. She was thinking about running her hands over Felicia's luscious looking behind; squeezing it, slapping it, and biting it. And was leaning forward to do just that when John's talented tongue found her clit, and drove her into a frenzy making her come again.

Norma heard a low moan, realized it was hers, and then a crashing surge of pleasure smashed into her. She began to lose control of her body, shaking and grinding her pussy against his face, and then collapsed, rolling off his face and onto her side.

Felicia was still deep-throating him minutes later when Norma recovered. Lying on her side next to them, Felicia looked at her and stopped sucking him. "Looks like he gives good head, eh?" She smiled.

"You bet your ass," Norma replied, and once again thought fleetingly of her friend's stark white cheeks against her tanned body.

"Here, you have a go," Felicia said, handing John's rampart prick over to her.

Norma looked at his glistening cock, wet with Felicia's saliva. His balls loomed huge as they hung between his legs. She glanced up at John as she moved between his legs, and said, "I'm probably not as good at this at Fel is, but I'll do my best."

"That's all a man can ask for," he replied, as she started to suck and lick his hairy balls. Norma thought it the nicest thing anyone had said to her in ages.

Taking one of his sizable testes into her mouth, she thought it filled her mouth with no room to spare. Next to them, Felicia was moaning softly, and fiercely squeezing her breasts. 

Norma ejected the testicle from her mouth, raised it a little and licked underneath. He groaned with obvious pleasure; and thus praised, she licked rapidly to his anus, and then back again to draw sensually on the other testicle. She repeated the process over and over until he stopped moaning.

At that point she returned his glistening cock to Felicia, saying, "How long can he go without coming?"

Felicia shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "Who knows?" And she promptly dropped her insatiably hungry mouth upon him.

Norma resumed fingering herself, and after generating a mini-orgasm, sent the same fingers into Felicia's cunt, rapidly fingering her until Felicia came too.

****

Argie returned to the sex clinic office only to find it closed for the day. Frustrated and very horny, she called John's number at work and cursed when told he was not available.

"That bastard!" she fumed and needing a form of revenge, dialed Milo's number. "Can you get away?" she said sexily.

"Give me fifteen minutes to wrap up this letter and I'll meet you at our place," he replied.

"The bar?" Argie asked, not sure what 'our place' represented.

"Yeah, the bar," he said and disconnected the line.

He had pissed her off with his casual dismissal, but she needed his cock, and taking care not to break her cell phone for the second time that month, shoved it into her purse and started her car's engine.

*****

It was forty minutes later when Milo strolled into the bar and spotted Argie sitting alone at a booth near the back wall.

Silently, he sat down next to her. The waitress, familiar with his preferred drink, spoke quietly to the bartender, and brought him a scotch and water.

He left the scotch sitting there untouched and stared into Argie's eyes as she told him about her "experience' with Harold. Of course, she left his name out of it, but went into the details without sparing any of them.

For Milo's part, he listened and grew hard, watching Argie's nipples strain against the fabric of her dress. In his mind he could hear her as she reached her first climax under him. Then, with no advance warning, he kissed her hard. She came right back at him with a needful tongue. Milo's hand slipped between them, and began rubbing her belly as their tongues dueled wetly.

Argie pressed herself against him, needing to feel his firm, muscled body against her. His hand left her belly and dropped lower, fondling her pussy through the fabric of her dress. She moaned into his mouth, bit his lip and ground her groin against his hand.

"We need a god damned bed," he gasped, as their mouths parted. A string of saliva hung from her lower lip until Argie absently flicked at it with her tongue and broke the strand in two. 

"Uh-huh," Argie moaned, in obvious agreement. 

"Yours or mine?" he asked.

"Mine," she moaned, "I want that son-of-a-bitch to find us together."

"I don't think that's the best idea you ever had, but I'm game if you are. Now, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"The kids, what about the kids?" he asked.

"Shit! The kids! We can't. Your place then, but let's hurry!"



Houston II Ch. 09-10



John & Argie – Different Partners

Chapters 9 & 10

After a time, the two women began alternating in sucking his member. First, Norma took a deep suck, and then Felicia would deep-throat him, pulling off as slowly as possible. The feel of two different mouths taking turns descending upon him struck John as magnificent, and he laughed as they paused between exchanges, and kissed one another hungrily.

After the kiss, Felicia licked the side of Norma's face, and then returned to him, devouring his cock all the way down to the base. Norma lowered her face to Felicia's cunt, and sucked her in rhythm with Felicia's mouth as it rose and fell upon John's rigid appendage.

Norma found Felicia's cunt sopping wet with her fluids. Moments later, moaning and rocking the bed, Felicia came, her mouth still full of John's cock. Her eyes were closed, and a look of contentment spread over her face, even with her mouth halfway down his shaft. With a mournful sigh, Norma deserted Felicia's pussy to return to John's balls, cupping them as she licked her way up his unbending shaft to Felicia's lips.


Suddenly, John shuddered, and his hips began to buck. Felicia moaned loudly. 

Norma felt his cock throbbing wildly, and realized he was coming in Felicia's mouth. She heard Felicia noisily swallowing his ejaculate, and murmured, "Don't be so greedy!"

Acting as if she hadn't heard a word Norma said, Felicia swallowed twice more, and then rose up from his shimmering member, and handed it off to Norma as if it were a baton. 

To Norma's surprise, John was still coming. A thick spurt splashed against Norma's face, and she promptly opened her mouth and took him in. His thick, salty cum squirted again, then again. It seemed as if he would never stop. She was forced to swallow, but took a second to sample his taste, finding him salty-sweet, and after he stopped coming, she held him in her hand as he softened, while Felicia licked the streak of cum from her cheek. 

The two women kissed, licking each other's sperm covered tongues, and then they took turns sucking his cock until it was hard again.

Peering down at his new found hard-on, John croaked out, "You two are really terrific," and then started laughing. The two women laughed gleefully along with him, unabashedly admiring his glistening cock.

Felicia sat up and asked Norma, "You want to ride him first?"

Norma mounted him, centered his cock on her pussy, and eased down until he was fully inside her. John began fucking her even as Felicia mounted his face. Seconds later, Norma was literally bouncing like a pogo-stick upon his member, already enjoying repeated climaxes. Felicia rode his face, and alternated between sucking and pinching Norma's small tits whenever possible. 

Eventually, the women switched places, but John wanted to take Felicia from behind. So, Felicia knelt and he got behind her, grabbing her hips and slamming his cock deep in her foam flecked pussy. 

In turn, Felicia pushed Norma down, and the flat-chested slut squirmed about until she managed to present her spread-eagled cunt to Felicia's greedy mouth. Of course, Felicia went down on her as John continued to fuck her furiously.

Felicia, who was now cumming continuously from the pleasurable intensity of the cock rampaging inside her, managed to use her gifted tongue on Norma's clit and her dexterous fingers in her cunt. As a result, Norma came three times. 

John, aware of what was transpiring between the two, suggested he change partners, and Norma, showing only light resistance, moved in to kneel before him.

Felicia, using the fingers of both hands, spread herself open for Norma's mouth and tongue. John permitted Norma two languid laps at Felicia's gaping cunt before slamming his steel-hard cock into her. Not surprisingly, Norma renewed her series of climaxes, but she never quit sucking greedily away at Felicia, biting and twisting her labia until Felicia's hips were bucking wildly against her face. And Norma, responding to both Felicia's actions and John's relentless fucking, went wild, shoving two fingers deep inside Felicia, mimicking John as he pounded her juice-drenched cunt.

Despite the battering of her nervous system with orgasm after orgasm, Norma remained highly attuned to the variances of his member as it caromed against her vaginal walls. She sensed it swelling to a greater thickness. (Later, she would claim it felt as if he had a fire hose up inside her.) Knowing what that indicated, she gasped to fill her lungs, and clenched him tightly with her vaginal muscles. 

Despite her efforts, or perhaps because of them, he managed to wrench his member free of her clutches, and thrust himself even deeper, hitting her cervix and triggering a tremendous climax for the two of them. 

Norma, when allowed a lucid second in which to consider her situation, thought she was being flooded with gallon after gallon of sperm. Ultimately, she was completely overwhelmed, and passed out with his cock still throbbing as it released his pent up load into her cunt.

Nearly exhausted, John groaned, and pulled out of her. A huge glob of semen plopped from Norma's cunt onto her upper thigh.

Felicia, looking on, began cheering them. "Oh, did you ever come! Did you two ever come!"

No sooner had he pulled his wilted dick from Norma's pussy then Felicia stuck two hooked fingers into the gaping hole, and scooped out a messy string of John's load, and smeared it over Norma's chalk-white ass.

Dipping her fingers back into Norma again, Felicia fed the next glob to her extended tongue, licking daintily, while John grimaced in feigned disgust.

"Like my cum?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Love it. Want some?"

"Feed me some," he said laughing as she quickly prepared to do so. And as he swallowed his own seed, Felicia leaned into Norma to rub her choice breasts over her friend's slimy rear-end.

*****

During the ride to Milo's, his devilish hand and fingers never left Argie's bare thighs. By the time they reached his block, his fingers were wedged down the top of her panties. Her sexual entrance was moist, with a musky aroma.

As they entered his apartment, he told her, "Baby, you know we're going to fuck the shit out of each other . . ."

She laughed stridently, and said, "If we're not, I'll have to make a couple phone calls," 

Argie knew he would satisfy her, for he had never disappointed her before. 

He added to her anticipation by grabbing her dress in front and ripping it open, then peeled most of it off her body. 

"Christ, yes!" Argie shrieked happily, forgetting that the dress had cost her $290 at Bergdorf's.

Milo's mouth fastened to hers, and they exchanged a long, sloppy kiss, then he abruptly grabbed her, flung her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom, only to drop her unceremoniously on the unmade bed.

"Whoopie!" Argie screeched happily, "I'm gonna get laid!"

A second later a snarling Milo was painfully tearing off her thonged underwear.

"Ouch! That hurt!" she complained, for it had hurt a good deal more than he had intended...

"I'll make it up to you," he said curtly, not meaning a word, and dropped to his knees, and buried his face in her pussy.

"Eat me! Eat me, baby!" Argie crowed, then shuddered, as he pulled back from her creamy snatch and blew gently into her slit.

"Do that again!" Argie barked happily, and when he repeated the action, she shivered and widened her legs even more for him. 

Slowly, he lowered his mouth, tentatively nipping at a warm, wet, swollen fold. 

Argie gasped, partly from the expected touch, partly from the built-up anticipation. She moaned loudly when he slowly drew both lips into his mouth and chewed them. He contented himself with sucking on them, slipping a finger into her and stretching her fold wide so that he could peer inside her coral portal.

Her hand went in search of his member, and on finding it, alternated gentle squeezes with a slow up and down movement. He rewarded her by seeking and locating her engorged clitoris, now marble-sized, and after spitting on it, circled it with the tip of his tongue, being careful not to touch it.

Her hand was moving up and down at a much faster pace, as she jerked him off. 

Turning his face from her genitals, he groaned, "Squeeze the damn base. Squeeze hard or I'll be coming all over your hand!"

Argie gripped the base of his shaft, and squeezed with all her might.

"Use both hands!" he said, the urgency in his voice making her scramble to comply.

He waited patiently until the urge to spend passed him by. "Let go, now. It's okay. I'm not gonna cum," he said, and then sent his tongue into her cunt, while his pinky caressed the sides of her clit.

Argie released a long, deep moan, as he continued to eat her. 

It wasn't long before Milo's face and chin were coated with Argie's creamy juices.

He spent the next few seconds paying homage to her clit, placing the flat of his tongue on it, and licking firmly. 

Her hands came to rest on his head, her fingers curled in his hair, absently playing with it as she shivered with pleasure at his attentiveness to her special sexual organ. And when he plied his tongue rapidly back and forth across her throbbing clit . . . 

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" she moaned, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Lick me hard!" 

Milo couldn't leave it at that, and kept licking and sucking on her hole, tongue fucking her, hard and fast. 

"Lick me . . . Oh, I'm cuming!" she screamed and pulled his hair. 

He ate her through another orgasm, then leaned back and looked at her. Her face was flushed with arousal, and had a very satisfied smile. Argie's hands relaxed their grip on his head, and gradually her legs relaxed. She smiled, and mouthed a silent 'Thank you.'

Milo knelt, and then stood up, his rigid member pulsing in front of her eyes. She stared at it, then smiled and said, "Oh, for me?"

She lay down on her back, opened her legs, and guided his hot shaft between the splayed flaps of her pussy. 

Argie's clit throbbed, and her juices oozed from her steamy slit, serving as a natural lubricant for his pulsating, divining rod. She wrapped her legs around him, deftly tucking him deeper.

She kissed him, softly, lingeringly, sensually. When it ended, she asked in a husky, wanton tone, "You really gonna fuck my brains out?"

"Correction, lover, we're gonna fuck our brains out."

They were laughing when Argie reached between them to fondle his balls.

He moaned happily.

"Mmmmm," she sighed contentedly, "I can tell when I hold your balls like this that we're gonna come forever." She reached out and took a small hand mirror from the bedside table and maneuvered it until she could see his cock as it penetrated her.

"Eewwe, this is wild, baby," she cackled lewdly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She giggled. "Watchin' your wet, shiny cock sliding in and out of my pussy." 

"You are, are you?" he said, and drove into her with a force she hadn't reckoned on. It knocked the wind out of her, made her gasp for air, as he repeated the thrust again and again.

"Whoa! Hold it a fucking minute," she cried, "Time fucking out!"

"What's the matter?"

"You're killing me with that battering ram, that's what," she said defensively, although her confidence was returning along with her breath.

"I thought you were fucking around with me, using the mirror and all."

"No, I wasn't, honest. I wanted to see you doing the old in and out, that's all. Honest to God."

"All right, take a good look, then," and he resumed a more leisurely pace. Argie took another look in the mirror, and then dropped the mirror lightly to the floor, tightened her legs around Milo's waist and started to fuck him back.

"Yeah!" he growled, as her fingers clenched the cheeks of his ass.

"Oh, baby, yes!" he growled again, as her finger toyed with the entrance to his anus.

"You know how much I love it when you squeeze my ass cheeks together like that!"

Argie giggled happily, reveling in the feel of his cock as it surged into her tightness.

"Stick it in! C'mon, shove that finger up my ass!" he cried out obscenely.

She pushed, and his anus opened for her digit.

"Christ! I love it, baby," he groaned happily. "Deeper, push it deeper, Argie!"

He began to suck on her right nipple. Argie felt herself soaring toward a mighty orgasm. She wasn't sure which feeling was better, his cock in her cunt, or his teeth mauling her nipple. Both were exhilarating.

She tried fitting another finger into his ass, and he responded by groaning loudly and burying his face in the doughy softness of her tits, and then licking and nipping his way up one peak, and down the other. The fact that he took turns biting and crunching each swollen nipple drove her level of arousal to even greater heights.

Argie's nipples hadn't been worried this much since her second child was nursing on her. She even felt as if she were squirting milk into his mouth. 

And all the while, his cock continued to fuck her, slower than usual, but no one was counting the individual strokes being applied.

Eventually, he released her breasts, and rolled onto his side. They fucked this way for a time, comfortable with one another and enjoying the varied sensations fornicating this way afforded. They entered into another long, sensual kiss that ended when Argie began to shudder as her climax approached.

"You must be liking this baby, cause you're starting to shake."

"Uh, uh, uh." She huffed, unable to form a discernable word.

"Your moanin's making me hotter, baby," he groaned, and increased his tempo.

Argie paid him no heed, as she was unable to contain the sounds and she went with the flow, enjoying the beginnings of her orgasm.

"I can feel your pussy grabbin' at me, Argie," he grunted. And then he yelled, "Cum with me baby!" and turned on his afterburners, pumping furiously for several moments, sending her over the edge so that they came together in a last, violent fury of activity, and then lay gasping and panting for several minutes.

Argie was the first to speak.

"God, I needed that."

"I guess I needed it too," he agreed.

Milo got up, made them both a stiff drink, and brought them back to the bed, and handed one to Argie.

"I better not get drunk," she said laughing.

"Why not?"

"The kids, that's why, silly," she said, but thought him stupid not to realize this simple fact.

"Yeah, the kids," he said absently running his hand over her thigh.

She trembled at his touch.

"Ummm, wanna shift your leg a little, Argie?'

She obliged him.

"Yeah, that's it," he said.

"You know, you were really tight today."

"Gee thanks, you make it sound like I'm just one big gaping hole down there."

"No, no. I don't mean anything of the kind. I meant what I said. You were kinda tight today . . . ." he paused, thought about a better choice of words and said, "I mean my dick had problems getting in there, you know? The friction was there today, wasn't there last time, okay?"

"So put so K-Y jelly on it next time."

"Think I will," he said. She both felt and heard his belly grumble as he reached across her to the bed stand table and retrieved the ever present tube of lubricant.

Argie noted that he was getting hard again and felt a surge of pride in the fact that she was able to stir him to arousal so quickly. 

'Not every woman is capable of doing that,' she thought, watching his apply a liberal amount of the K-Y to his now prominent erection.

He mounted her, and she spread her thighs apart.

"Mmmm, feel me in there, Argie?"

"Like how could I not feel your big dick in me, baby?"

He laughed happily, and said, "That's my girl."

He began to fuck, and she matched his pace, heaving her pelvis up to meet his every thrust.

In another minute, both were covered with a shiny sheen of perspiration.

"Like this, baby?"

"Oh, yeah," she replied.

"I think . . . I can go for a little longer at this rate," he offered.

"Yeah . . ." she huffed, "try it . . . see how long . . . 'cause it feels terrific."

"Whew!" he panted, showing the exertion was wearing him down. "Clamp those legs around me . . ."

Seconds later, he apologized, and said, "Gotta slow down a bit . . . sorry, baby."

"No problem, sweetie. We're working off those excess calories, ain't we?"

"You bet . . . ugh! . . . we are."

Milo's dick slipped from her pussy, and as he made to replace it, he commented, "Oh, look at you!"

"What?"

"Your pussy's creamin' baby. Really, I ain't kiddin'."

"Not news to me, sweetie, I've been coming for a couple minutes now."

"Not big time though," he gasped, and resumed fucking her.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked, savoring the sensations bombarding her nervous system.

"Right there with you each and every time baby," he responded.

"Oh, so this time we're going for the jackpot, 'eh?" she quipped.

"Trying . . ." he huffed again, as he hammered a fusillade of thrusts into her that took her breath away.

Needing some rest, he suggested changing their position.

"I'm game for anything," Argie chirped, and Milo promptly put them in position for a doggy-style fuck.

"I kinda like this way," Argie said, and giggled happily. 

"Me too," Milo said agreeing with her even as his prick slid back into her frothy center.

"OH, YEAH!" Argie yelped contentedly. "That feels extra good, baby!"

"Did I hit the spot?"

The first time, not the second . . ."

"How's . . ."

"Oh, my God!"

". . . this?"

"Jesus! "

". . . and this?"

"Coming! I'm coming!"

"DAMN! Hold on . . . wait up for me baby!" he cried out, as she began bucking wildly in the throes of a huge orgasm.

But Argie's gyrations proved too much for him and he either pulled, or flopped out of her because she was jerking and twisting so wildly.

Norma groaned as she began to come down from the clouds.

"She's waking," Felicia cried out happily. "Let's see how long it takes to make her come again." She took Norma's limp hand and drew the middle finger into her mouth.

Norma let out an audible sigh, as if still in the middle of a highly erotic dream, and moaned even louder as the tip of Felicia's tongue flicked across her strawberry shaped nipple.

John decided to join in the seduction and picked up Norma's right foot, held it in front of his face as if admiring its beauty, and then sucked the big toe into his mouth.

"Oh!" Norma sighed again, somewhat taken aback by the concerted assault on her senses by not one, but both of the others.

Felicia abandoned the succulent nipple, and moved deftly to Norma's stomach, darting her tongue in and out of her belly button. As soon as Norma squealed with delight, Felicia changed tactics and left a wet coat of saliva across her belly. John chimed in, spitting several times between her breasts and ultimately blending his saliva with that of Felicia's.

Norma started to giggle, for she felt this whole scene to be a little bizarre. But the two lovers put the giggles to rest by taking turns kissing her feverishly. Norma welcomed their mouths alternating with hers and kept her mouth open, delighting in the slightly different texture and movement between Felicia and John.

Felicia mashed her mouth against hers, and Norma's head lolled left, then right, dreamily returning the kiss before Felicia abruptly tore her lips away.

"Please . . . don't stop!" Norma moaned.

"We're not going to stop," John answered for Felicia, "It's just going to get even better; we haven't even really started yet."

Felicia's wet lips slid against Norma's again, and their mouths opened in unison. 

Norma spread her legs as John's fingertip found her tiny clit. She moaned into Felicia's mouth as his finger slipped familiarly back into her slit, and began masturbating her once again, using his acquired skill and sensitivity.




Houston II Ch. 09-10



Her breathing quickened. Her hips rocked against his finger. He teased her, caressing her clit, then holding his finger motionless, compelling her to hump his finger, while he asked her if she wanted more.

"I like . . ." she responded, then sucked in on her bottom lip and moaned softly, "everything you two do to me."

"That looks so sexy," Felicia whispered in her ear. "Can you do it more?"

Norma's hips began to churn against his finger. By way of rewarding her for her efforts, he supplied a second and then a third digit to her cunt, which served to drive Norma wild. 

Felicia, ever the instigator, began whispering words of encouragement to her friend and lover. John changed tempo yet again, allowing his middle finger to flutter over her clitoris just as Felicia joined in the masturbation session, lightly stroking her fingers along Norma's outer labia.

Norma woofed out her pleasure at this, and pleaded with them to "Stick something in my ass!"

John did so, abandoning her sodden cunt and quickly ramming two thick fingers into her anal canal.

"Yes!" she cried out happily, although to the others she sounded more like a sheep bleating after the shepherd had hammered his cock into it's ass.

Felicia, overcome by sexual excitement, seized John's erection, and brought it to her mouth, her cheeks hollowed from the exuberance of her fellating. He fucked her face for a minute or so, then pulled his finger from Norma's ass and, yanking his prick from between her lips, presented his shit laden fingers to Felicia's mouth and tongue.

Her arched eyebrows were the only indication of surprise on her part. There certainly was no reluctance, as she eagerly absorbed the two fingers and cleaned them thoroughly before allowing them to leave her mouth.

She smiled at him then, as if conceding him a point in their game of raunchy sex. He laughed in her face, and then, using his fingernail, scraped a flake of fecal matter from her incisor and wiped it on his thigh.

Norma begged to be allowed to suck him, and he granted her wish. The poor woman used all her resources to bring him off and did. He came, moaning and groaning and jerking his hips while holding his member, directing his ejaculate onto Felicia's belly and breasts, even as Norma milked every last drop of cum from him.

"Get a spoon," he ordered Norma, who was licking a droplet of sperm from her lower lip.

She ran into the kitchen and returned with a tea spoon and handed it to John.

"I'm feeling rather depraved at the moment, thanks to you two sluts."

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Felicia purred.

Norma smirked happily, but quickly frowned in puzzlement as he used the spoon to scoop most of his milky come from Felicia's breasts and stomach, and then held the spoon to her lips.

"Take it, but don't you dare swallow, understand?"

Felicia nodded her head, opened her mouth, and as he pushed the spoon into her mouth accepted the offering of spermatozoa. She sucked the spoon clean; making certain nothing was left on it, and had a wicked grin on her face, as if she knew what would happen next. He noticed that her eyes were fixed on his.

"Norma," he said, "I want you to lie down on your back."

The allegedly former submissive instantly obeyed him, keeping her eyes riveted on Felicia who kept grinning at her.

"Okay, Fel, I want you to lie on top of Norma and rub your cunt against hers for a while. Then when I think the time is right you can dribble all that cum into her mouth. But Fel, don't you dare swallow any, because I want the two of you to kiss and swap my sperm from mouth to mouth, until I tell one or both of you to swallow. Do you understand?"

Still grinning, Felicia nodded affirmatively, and crawled on top of Norma, whose expression could only be described as one of intense happiness.

As Felicia lowered her body onto Norma's, both women uttered sounds of satisfaction. They were obviously well within their comfort zone. Felicia began a slow grinding movement that was quickly mirrored by her partner. 

John Franck found watching the two women humping each other to be highly provocative. Norma was already drooling from the mouth, and he suspected her cunt was oozing as well. He kept a close watch on Felicia to make sure she kept his sperm sealed between her lips.

"Can't you two put any energy into this?" he asked, deliberately berating them.

Both women began to move more energetically. Norma groaned with pleasure as the friction of their bodies registered on her genitals.

John moved discreetly behind Norma, and slipped his right hand between her legs, and let his thumb graze her clit.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned contentedly. 

He repeated the movement, and Norma squealed loudly, wrinkled up her nose and squeezed her eyes shut.

On the other hand, Felicia's eyes were everywhere, trying desperately to see what was causing her partner to make the sounds she was making.

Felicia groaned, and John laughed, knowing how difficult it was for her to keep her mouth closed, and how much she wanted to know what he was doing to Norma. 'I should try this at home. Maybe Argie would shut up once in a while,' he thought, and immediately felt guilty that he was with two other women and not his wife, whom he knew loved him.

He decided to relent a little and said, "I'm just teasing her clit a little, baby. You know the feeling. God knows I've fingered you enough since we met."

"Norma, want me to stop?"

She shook her head vigorously, and opening her eyes, frowned at him to convey her desires.

Deriding her silence, he taunted, "What's the matter, my little cum puppy, you have a load in your mouth too?"

"No," Norma replied weakly, "No, I don't."

Felicia, her skin now a blotchy red around her neck and upper chest, kept concentrating on keeping the sperm fixed in her mouth, but still managed a harsh laugh, although it sounded more like a snort to the others.

He decided to test Felicia's mettle, and sent his finger deep into the lush, warm pulp of her ripe pussy. A moment later, he was smiling, for he had caught her unawares, and a trickle of his cum dribbled out of the corner of her mouth when she shrieked in surprise.

"Shame, shame," he cooed, "you're all mush, Fel, baby. Mushy, steamy and oh, so fucking wet."

Felicia appeared terrified of what he might do to her. But she grunted, and tipped her head back as he pushed his finger back into her again, working it in and out of her hole. To John's surprise, Felicia grasped her nipples with the sides of her fingers and thumbs, and began twisting them savagely.

Franck thought they actually became a little longer and firmer and seemed to twitch momentarily in place when she released them as he increased the rate of his fingers thrusting inside her. Sweat had beaded out across her forehead and upper lip, small droplets slowly meandered their way down her cheeks as she neared her orgasm.

Franck halted his fingering, and removed his sopping fingers and brought them to her mouth. With her eyes wide open, Felicia opened her mouth to receive them, and sucked them clean.

He motioned to Norma, signaling her to go down on her friend, which she did. Seconds later Felicia, groaned through her nose, and with her eyes now rolled back in her head, fought fiercely to retain the cum collected in her mouth, as her climax smashed into her. 

Norma eased up, but remained in contact with Felicia's cunt and clit.

Eventually Felicia opened her eyes and seemed to stare right through Franck, and from deep inside her another longer moan ensued; her hips were trembling, and jerking and then she seemed to reach a peak, tail off and then start climaxing again. 

"Wow," Norma said in awe of her friend, "a multiple! I never saw her do that before." 

John hesitated before moving on, preferring to wait until Felicia came down from her high. When she did, he kissed her forehead and each eye in turn, and whispered to her, "You may now kiss Norma and release, or at least share my load with her."

She beckoned Norma to come closer.

When Norma did so, she brushed her lips against hers, and dribbled several gobs of Franck's sticky white cum, albeit mixed with her own saliva, into Norma's mouth.

They both shared essentially the same thought: 'How excitingly nasty it was to share his sperm in this manner.'

As the last of his sperm found its way into Norma's mouth, the women renewed their kiss, with Norma returning the sperm, or at least most of it, to Felicia's mouth. They continued trading it back and forth, making a game of it until John commanded them to split the jackpot, and swallow it.

Which they did, amid much laughter, John's included.

A temporarily sated Felicia slipped between Norma's thighs and wiped her face over Norma's hot, soppy pussy before bestowing wet, sloppy kisses to both her and John, and then rolled away to lay on her back, panting heavily.

The two women dozed off for several minutes and on awakening, were stunned to find Franck stroking a massive erection.

Norma expressed her surprise, saying, "He can't be getting up again this soon . . . can he?" Felicia giggled inanely. John didn't bother to respond, but pushed the willing Felicia into the missionary position, and began fucking her. 

A minute or two later, Norma straddled Felicia's face, and lowered her drenched twat to a waiting, wagging tongue.

"Mmmm," Felicia moaned, "I love the taste of your pussy, baby!" 

Norma moaned in return, then leaned over and began to pull on Felicia's nipples. 

"Yeah! Pinch 'em! Pull 'em!" Felicia called out, obviously enjoying the pain and pleasure having her nipples tweaked in this manner wrought.

Norma soon abandoned Felicia to lick and suck upon John's hairy balls, gazing lovingly at his glossy cock as it pistoned in and out of Felicia's widened, foamy slit.

John didn't last so long this time. As Norma's tongue licked teasingly at his asshole, he shuddered, and then moaned that he was about to come.

"Come in me! Come in me!" Felicia screamed.

But he pulled out, and squirted two weak, opaque strings of cum on her stomach, which Norma fell upon and quickly devoured.

"No fair! No Fair!" Felicia protested, but to no avail. A moment later, Norma was teasingly taunting her, saying in a sing-song voice, "I got it all, na-na-nan-na-na!"

John sat back on his haunches, allowing Norma her moment of victory, than ordered her to eat Felicia to another climax.

Twenty minutes later, as the two women disengaged from their torrid sixty-nine, he was sitting in a chair, still covered with sweat, his dick hanging limply between his legs.

"You girls want to play some more?"

"Can you get it up again?" Felicia asked, cautiously.

"Don't worry about me getting up for you," he replied calmly. "Do you want to play some more?"

"What do you have in mind?" Felicia asked, even as Norma was nodding her head affirmatively.

"Let's see, I've got two extremely horny women, right?" He didn't wait for a reply, but went on to say, "I think what you both care about more than anything else is the build up to huge climaxes."

"We like the climax itself, don't forget that," Norma said, and then sat back, not daring to go any further.

"True, true," John said agreeably, "But it's the frustration . . . the denial of getting off and then finally getting off that I believe you love the most."

"What's your point?" Felicia asked cautiously, for she too was leery of John's capabilities. He might tie them up; torture them for all she knew.

"I think a slight demonstration is in order. Felicia, let's begin with you," he said, sitting down on the sofa. "Sit over there," he pointed to the armchair several feet away from where he sat next to Norma.

Felicia meekly obeyed and sat down; her eyes never left his face.

"Norma," he said, "Let's have Felicia here play with her tits while we watch. "

Felicia blinked several times, but took no action, awaiting her instructions.

"I want you to start rubbing each tit with the palms of your hands."

"That's it?" she asked, puzzled.

"For now, yes, that's all."

Felicia began to lightly rub each breast in turn with the palm of her left hand. After several minutes had passed with no further instructions, she began using both hands, each softly caressing her breasts. A bead of sweat formed on her upper lip, and with her eyes darting nervously from Norma to John, she licked it away. 

Norma glanced at John to see if her look would cause him to add additional instructions, but he left things as they were.

Minutes slowly ticked past, and then John detected the first quiver of excitement from Felicia as her palm grazed over her now pronouncedly aroused nipples.

"Pinch them," he told her, his voice sounding extremely loud in the quiet of the room. "One at a time, or together, I don't care."

He allowed four minutes to elapse before speaking again. Felicia did as she was told; alternating between a single tweak and a double tweaking of her nipples. Her forehead was now coated with a thin veil of perspiration, and she had begun a slight trembling from the sensations her tormented nipples were sending to her center.

"Stop!"

Both women went rigid as he spoke. 

"Crawl over here on your knees."

Felicia crawled to him and when she reached a point between his legs, she halted.

"Suck me!"

His words galvanized her into a frenzied activity. Grasping his member with both hands, she brought him to her mouth and engulfed him, frantically sucking on him, using both hands to jerk him off. For it had become her unstated objective to make him come and thereby regain some semblance of control.

But John understood her tactics, and after enjoying her ministrations for a minute or so, ordered her to halt her fellating. 

Uttering a soft moan of defeat, Felicia let him slip from her mouth, a string of saliva hanging suspended from the tip of his cock to her lower lip. Absently, she wiped it away, waiting for her next command.

"I'd like a tit fuck now, if you don't mind. But don't touch me with your hands."

Felicia, after missing twice, managed to grasp his cock between her breasts, and holding them with her hands, pinioned his member in between them, and began a slow masturbatory action that caused Norma to grow overly excited, and reach between her legs.

"Hey," John said, raising his voice a little. ""No jillin' off, Norma, your turn will come soon enough."

Felicia felt him beginning to swell, normally a prelude to coming and heaved her chest up and down, milking him as fast as possible without dislodging him.

But as before, John let it go just so far, and then called it off, telling her abruptly to, "Stop!"

Felicia began to cry in frustration. This was one of the signals he had been waiting for. "A little cum is in order for you, my dear," he said to her. "Sit down and spread your legs."

She did so, as quickly as possible, ever so anxious to please him now.

"Finger yourself to an orgasm," he ordered.

Felicia said, "Really?" not believing he was allowing her the privilege of cumming this soon.

"Really," John said, assuring her she had heard him correctly.

Felicia rested her wrist on her lower abdomen, just above the pubic bone, influencing the way her fingers felt on her juicy, wet cunt. She hissed with pleasure as the first sensual sensations soared through her body.

Both John and Norma watched intently as Felicia's fingers danced along the outer perimeter of her big lips, and then pushed downward, allowing her to roll her entire vulva between her fingers.

John heard Norma, now breathing heavily, sigh and say, "How lovely, like a deep tissue massage. I have to try that." He reached out and caught Norma's hand as it was descending toward her own crotch. 

"No, not yet, Norma. Wait your turn," he said not unkindly, and she settled back on her haunches, and resumed watching as Felicia continued fingering herself. 

Felicia's mouth hung open, and a line of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She seemed totally unaware of it as her fingertips ran slowly up and down her inner thigh.

She moaned, and began a rougher sequence by rubbing her palm over her mons, gently pulling on her pubic hair, then switching off to give her inner folds a softer, more gentle massage.

Norma sighed and whispered to John. "She's good. She's very good."

"How so?" he asked.

"Well . . . you could say that predictability is the hobgoblin of finger-fucking."

John filed that thought away for future use, and then turned his attention back to the surprisingly insightful Felicia. 

She was tugging playfully on her inner lips and from her continued moaning, obviously deriving a pleasurable sensation from it. 

"You have two minutes," John said.

"Huh?" A dull-eyed Felicia responded.

"Two minutes before I tell you to stop finger-fucking," he said.

Felicia changed course, putting moderate fingertip pressure on her mons, and using a circular, and then a back and forth motion. This caused an immediate reaction in the size of her clit. Seconds later, she was gently frigging her clit, while the fingers of her other hand were busy stimulating the roof of her cunt.

He wondered if she were reaching her "G" with this action. (Later he found out that she was not, in fact, touching it, but that it raised the level of stimulation.)

Felicia groaned with satisfaction as she pulled up on her mons with fingers that moments earlier had been inside her, and were now tugging gently on her inner lips. She grunted, sent two fingers into her cunt, while using the thumb on her other hand to stroke and titillate her clit. She grunted twice in succession, and orgasmed a few short seconds later.

John laughed and said, "You had seven seconds to spare."

Felicia replied, "It was a really good one," and gasped for breath.

"May I ask about me?" Norma whispered.

"You may," John replied.

"What about me?" Norma said, cowering in advance of an expected rebuke of some kind. It was what she had grown to expect from her former Dom.

In a surprisingly agreeable tone, John said, "All right, but first I want to watch the two of you have at it in a 69."

"John!" Felicia whined. "C'mon . . . we've done that."

"Do it again," he said, his voice rising a degree or two.

Norma, summoning up most of her courage, managed to ask, "And then what, John?" 

"I'll fuck the one that cums first."

Both women reached for the other, looking like wrestlers about to commence their fighting stance.

Norma went to the floor first and Felicia dropped lightly upon her. They were at each other's cunt before he could count to 'two,' licking and sucking voraciously.

"I've changed my mind," he said, and the women abruptly halted their frenzied cunnilingus, and turned to look at him.

John smiled down at them and said, "I just realized it's so easy for either of you to fake an orgasm. Let's go with the last one to cum gets a royal fucking . . . how's that grab you?"

Felicia hissed, "You're a royal bastard, you know it?"

But Norma was into games, perhaps more so than Felicia, and she touched the small, sensitive nub at the top of Felicia's mons, causing Felicia to cry out as a wave of unimaginable pleasure swept over her, and as she opened her mouth and sucked in air; her body shook with what had to be a huge orgasm.

"That was quick," Franck said, trying not to laugh. Norma had tricked Felicia into cumming, knowing her most secret places and using them on her before she could do it to her.

Felicia sputtered in anger, as John approached Norma, and lay down with her, not seeming to care one way or the other who he fucked. But Norma felt giddy, for she had proven something to herself and perhaps to Felicia. For once she had won a contest between them.




Houston II Ch. 09-10



Her giddiness, and Felicia's mouth and tongue, combined with John's first touches, brought Norma higher and higher, before he even entered her.

She felt his right hand slide around her back and grab one cheek, as she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed before he started toying with her clit.

He began to finger fuck her, but not in the way she'd imagined. He slid two fingers into her well lubricated ass, while his other hand continued to rub her clit. He made Norma cum by fingering her ass and clit. When she was sufficiently revived, he helped her to her feet, and made sure she could stand without assistance. 

Then he motioned to Felicia to come and join him.

He kissed her as ardently as he had Norma minutes before. Now it was Felicia's turn to shudder and moan at the pleasure of the moment. In their excitement, the fornicators redoubled their efforts, she taking as much as she could of his cum-oozing prick down her throat, eagerly lapping, swallowing and working him so that his own climax was fast approaching.

Notwithstanding, John attacked her clit as she writhed against him. She came first. Then she felt him pulse, quickly followed by the spray of semen that reached the deeper recesses of her tilted back throat. She caught the next fusillade in her open mouth on the top part of her tongue, then closed her lips tightly around him and sucked the rest from him as if her very life depended upon it.

To her amazement, he remained hard and with a soft grunt, he quickly slipped his still pulsing member into her furnace of a cunt.

Her pussy gave an involuntary contraction, a normal response in an overworked muscle. Franck felt the clench around his cock, a delicious sensation. And with her encouragement, he sought within himself for any hidden energy while humping her at as brisk a pace as he was able to manage.

Then his calf spasmed and he cried out in pain.

"Norma!" Felicia called, "The refrigerator . . . Gator Aide."

A moment later, the still grimacing Franck swallowed half the bottle, absorbing needed of electrolytes and phosphorous, as Felicia kneaded his calves.

A minute later, he said gruffly, "Let's fuck some more."

As he entered her once again, Felicia felt his phallus reach her very core. His thumb recaptured her clit, but she realized that her nub had been sensitized out of proportion to all the stimulation it had received that day and she begged him to leave it alone.

John mistook her plea to mean that she had had enough, and he pulled out of her and moved to Norma, who greeting him as their sweaty torsos came together once again.

Felicia, reclining at the foot of the bed, and still panting, wondered, 'Where was he finding the energy?' 

Norma asked herself the same thing as she thrilled to the feel of his thick member gliding so effortlessly in and out of her cum-slicked sheath. And then she realized that he must be as tired as her, and her heart sped up even more.

They groaned in tandem, and he summoned up one final burst of energy, jerked twice and thrust into her as he spewed what was thus far his weakest load against her vaginal walls and brought Norma to a stunning climax.

By the standards he had established that afternoon, it was no big thing. But by the standards of the moment, it was an unbelievable completion, and both nymphomaniacs were temporarily sated.

"Lovely," Norma murmured, and turned to the waiting arms of Felicia as John immediately dozed off, totally exhausted.

*****

Twenty minutes later, John was roused from his sleepy stupor by Norma's hand as it caressed his shoulder blades. 'Was she trying to awaken his lust, after so many feasts, so many repletion's?' 

His cock, lying limply at the portal of her sodden cunt, twitched gamely, once.

Norma felt the twitch, and lifted an eyebrow to alert Felicia.

She mouthed the word, 'Again?' and Felicia nodded, mimed back, "Why not?'

With his eyes still closed, John felt Norma's lips at the short hairs of his neck, and his cock twitched again in response, and began to stiffen.

"My God," Felicia laughed tiredly, "Don't you ever stop coming?" 

"Got any wine?" he asked not answering her question.

Norma scrambled to her feet, and jogged wearily into the kitchen. She was accustomed to serving, and found an open bottle of Chablis, poured some into two glasses and brought them back into the bedroom.

He accepted his wine with a nod of thanks, and took a big gulp.

"Ahhh," he sighed, and then responded to Felicia's question, "If you don't wear me out first." 

"Well, just how many times can you come?" 

"I dunno." John said.

"I mean," Felicia said, "I never had a guy go more than four times. What about you, Norma?"

"I . . . I'm not really sure. I mean, my master would change off, lend to others and return to me later. I have no idea if he fucked anyone else. I mean, I guess he did. But maybe he only watched them fucking me."

"So your best guess?" Felicia asked.

"Five times?"

Both women turned to face John.

"Hey," he said defensively, "best I've done is ten."

"TEN!" Felicia and Norma cried out together.

"Yeah, honest and true. But my darling nymph's, I've got a business to run, and I better get my ass over there before they steal me blind.

"Ohhh," Norma pouted. "Can't we do it one more time?"

"Each?" Felicia added quickly.

He laughed. "No thank you. Another time. I have to satisfy my wife when I get home, or she'll leave me."

"When?" Felicia prodded.

"Give me a couple of days. I'll call you. Norma, you'll be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, lover."

He kissed them both and had to pry the clinging Felicia away from his torso, before he left.

The two women fell into one another's arms and were soon going down on each other. They spent the remainder of the day going at it.



Houston II Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Coughlin's Club

When John finally got home -- he had had quite a bit of unfinished business at his MacDonald franchise -- Argie was waiting for him, and handed him a Scotch on the rocks even before he was in the door.

"What?" he said, and would have said more but Argie hushed him, saying, "We have to talk."

Taking a sip of his Scotch, he nodded, and said, "So talk."

"It's not a time for sarcasm, John. I want to get this over with before the kids come home. They'll disrupt everything."

He sat down in his favorite chair, took another sip, and said, "Well, thanks for the drink. I needed it. So what's the story?"

"I'm not sure how to begin, so I'll jump right into it. Doctor Coughlin called me back to the office this afternoon." She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped at some moisture that had built up just above her upper lip.

"God, I've been sweating like a pig since he called. Sorry. Anyway, he's asking us if we'd be interested in joining a club that he belongs to."

"Which one? I don't have too much time for clubs; they tie you up at the worst possible times."

Argie grimaced at his words. "It's not that type club."

"He's a sex therapist, isn't he?"

"Yes, of course . . ."

"He's already got you putting out for his . . . clients, right?"

"It's a valid occupation, helping those in need. Not like your little hobby -- fucking everything in skirts."

"Okay, let's stop throwing bombs at each other," John said, holding his hands out in an amicable fashion.

"Well, anyway" Argie said after a second or two, "you're close. He's offering us a membership in a very discrete sex club.

"How discrete can a sex club be?"

"As close-mouthed as its weakest member, darling. Right now that would be us. And I have to tell you, John, that Doctor Coughlin has some important members in this club. They can crush us if they wanted too. Believe you me."

"But we're not members," he said, puzzled.

"We have an invitation to join. If we decline, we have to keep our mouths shut. If not, I lose my job, and you may discover that the home office suddenly has major problems with the way you're running the franchise." 

"I don't know . . ."

"John, you're always chasing pussy."

"That's not fair," he replied defensively, "I'm going to Sex Addicts Anonymous, aren't I?"

"Yeah, sure," Argie spat out, "and what's the first thing you did at a meeting? Cull a slut from the ranks and fuck her brains out. Yeah, you need Addicts Anonymous, and I need another ass hole."

"What about you?" he said, "and . . . and that boyfriend. And what about those patients needing a blowjob, or whatever?"

"Go to hell!" Argie shouted, and bent down, removed her right show, and threw it at him, hitting him in the shin.

As he hopped around in pain, he glanced at the clock on the mantle and saw that the kids would be arriving in just a minute or two. 

"Wait," he said to Argie's back as she was leaving the room. "C'mon back here. I'll listen. I had a bad day and didn't appreciate hearing that my life, such as it is, is about to be controlled by your Doctor Coughlin."

"He's not about controlling us," Argie told him, doing her utmost to remain calm. He knows about you. He certainly knows about me. So a couple are being transferred to Las Vegas, and he thought we would be the perfect couple to take their place."

"How does this club work?" John asked.

"He'll tell us both tomorrow. We're invited to lunch at Spenser's."

John's eyebrows went up. Spenser's was the most exclusive place to dine in the region. He had tried to get reservations there several times to celebrate their anniversary, but had been told they were booked up months in advance.

Now Doctor Coughlin was having them to lunch there. The other members must be quite well-off and in powerful positions to accommodate them like this, he thought.

"Let's see what the good doctor has to say," he said, and Argie gave him a fierce hug.

****

The following afternoon, they arrived at Spenser's and turned their car over to the valet. John wore his best suit, a dark blue pin-stripe, with a yellow tie. Argie wore a new dress, a pale yellow with a revealing neckline, that had cost her over three hundred dollars.

Doctor Coughlin was waiting for them and they sat at the bar while waiting for their table.

"I'm pleased to meet you, John," Coughlin said amicably.

"The pleasure's all mine," John said in return.

"And you, Argie, look like a movie star," Coughlin added a second later.

"Oh, Doctor . . ." Argie gushed. She felt a little giddy as they made their way to the table, and she realized that she had already had three drinks. 'Where had they all gone?' she wondered, and then forgot about it as her eyes went wide on seeing the sumptuous table setting before her.

"Wow! They believe in going all out, don't they?" she said as the server held her chair out for her to be seated.

A bottle of fine wine was brought to the table, opened and poured. They drank, and then Doctor Coughlin got down to business.

"John, Argie, one of the reasons I asked you both here this afternoon was to extend a formal invitation to join a small club of which I'm a member."

"I would ask that you hold any questions for the moment. The club, or group, is relatively small in size, made up of . . . let's just say, prominent personages in the area. The two of you meet the qualifications for membership. There are no dues, by the way. Discretion is an important -- I might say, vital -- aspect of membership."

"I'm given to understand that part," John said. A row of sweat was evident across his brow.

"The members swap spouses with one another," Doctor Coughlin told them, and followed with, "It's surprisingly common, John."

"Excuse me," John said, "but is Argie already versed in the requisites of membership?"

"I'm sorry," Coughlin said, "I should have addressed that already. "Yes and no. That is, Argie has some idea as to what is involved, of course. Otherwise we wouldn't even be having this conversation. As, of course do you. My purpose here is to amplify on what you have information-wise, and answer any questions you might have."

John remained silent for several seconds. He glanced at Argie, found her looking down at her napkin. He drained his glass of wine, and waited until the Sommelier had refilled it, before speaking.

"So who's in this club?"

"Can't tell you that, either of you, until you join."

"How's it work?"

"Well, on or about the fifteenth of each month we meet at somebody's house for a cocktail party. We rotate the homes; it helps deflect curiosity on the part of nosy neighbors. That person provides the usual party items, booze and light fare, mostly snacks, to tell you the truth. Then, about half-an-hour into the party, things get a bit more personal."

"Does one toss their house key into a hat?" John asked with a wry, but nervous smile.

"No, the president will have already selected who goes with whom," Doctor Coughlin said, and avoided the smirk he felt about to surface across his face.

"So there is a possibility that a husband can be matched with his wife," John said.

"Yes. I might add that on occasion, such might be the case when a couple is asked to perform before everyone else."

"Or a random selection might be used instead?" John asked, finding that he was getting into the swing of things, and he bit his lip for making such a ludicrous pun at such a serious moment in his and Argie's life.

****

A few days later, Argie came into the bathroom as John was coming out of the shower. "Know what today is?" she asked pensively.

"Friday," he said, not immediately following her drift.

"Right, its Friday, the fourteenth of the month."

"Oh, shit! Already?"

She glanced at his penis, which was in as dormant a position as it ever got, and giggling, said, "Rise and shine, big fellow. We ride the wild pampas tomorrow."

Argie began undressing in front of him. John could not help but admire her figure, even after all the years they had been married. She skipped into the shower, laughing as his erection reached full size.

He went to the bar and made them each a strong drink, and brought the glasses back to the bedroom and he waited for her to finish.

Argie knew her husband very well, for when she returned to the bedroom about ten minutes later, she had blow-dried her blonde hair, and was wearing a transparent white, ankle length nightie. From the way in which the material clung to her thigh, he could discern the slit of her recently shaven cunt. To add to the overall effect, she wore a pair of six-inch stiletto heels, shoes she wouldn't dare wear outside her home.

"Looking good for an old married woman," he told her.

Knowing he meant the compliment, she smiled, and said "I hope that big thing poking out of your shorts is for me." 

"I made us some drinks," he said, handing her a drink, unable to tear his eyes away from her gracefully seductive form.

Argie gazed at him over the glass, and sipped slowly, but fully. She had added a touch of lipstick and eye shadow, and John detected a hint of her favorite perfume.

Even as his eyes filled with lust, he asked himself, 'How in God's name could she do this in fifteen minutes, and other times several hours aren't enough time to get ready?'

His erection was at its zenith. Argie, her eyes riveted to his crotch, put her drink down and moved to him.

"Me being a sex therapist and all, I can tell when someone's in need. And I must say," she paused and rubbed her left nipple as she spoke, "that condition of yours looks painful."

"It is," he said, dryly.

"Maybe I can reduce the swelling," she said, and knelt between his legs, putting both hands and her face in his lap. Using the technique she knew he loved, Argie began to pump his cock, twisting her wrist slightly on the backstroke.

John moaned loudly at the first touch of her tongue as it licked over the bulbous knob of his cock. He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands on top of her head, not to guide her, but just to be touching her as she did her thing.

Argie had by this time had the opportunity to suck other cocks beside that of her husbands. She threw caution to the winds, and experimented with him. Stroking the length of his rock hard shaft, licking teasingly along the underside of his corona; sucking hard, sucking gently, rubbing the head of his member all over her face and lips, and then sucking firmly, making loud, slurpy sounds designed to heighten his pleasure.

Just when he thought it couldn't get better, Argie raised up a bit, and allowed the head to loll on her tongue for a few seconds, waiting for her husband to adjust to the sensation she knew it brought; and then she unhurriedly engulfed his entire cock.

'Where the hell did she learn that?' he wondered, but all such thoughts vanished as her face rose and fell the length of his manhood, her tongue swirling over the cockhead as he emerged from the depths of her throat, stopping when he reversed engines and dove deep again, until he could hardly stand it.

A split second before he was about to call out and beg her to end it all, Argie did stop, but then began a relentless vacuuming-like suction that caused her cheeks to implode to a most unsightly point.

John glanced in the mirror across the room, and seeing what was happening to her bulging cheeks, quietly began to explode in her mouth.

Argie never stopped sucking, except at one point when his ejaculate was just too much to swallow, and she brought him out from between her lips for a moment to permit her to swallow what remained in her mouth. A pulsating second later, she shoved him back in and caught the next jettisoned rope of cum. That last spasm emptied his balls, and he lay back gasping for air.

Argie looked up at him, a trickle of his cum oozed from her slightly open mouth. Turning away from him, she reached out and found her drink, brought the edge of the glass to her mouth and scooped the translucent fluid from her chin, and watched as it slowly mixed with the alcohol. Looking directly into his eyes, she swirled the drink around until his cum was thoroughly mixed in with the other ingredients. 

"Here's looking at you," she said wantonly, and raised the glass to her mouth, and emptied it down her throat in a long, seductive swallow.

John picked her up and carefully laid her on the bed. He crawled down her torso and allowed himself the luxury of studying the thick lips of her labia. They were wet with her own juice, and a musky, although very familiar odor of her sex began to intoxicate him.

"Ain't nothing as beautiful as a freshly shaven twat," he said softly. Argie found to her surprise that his words aroused her even more than she already was.

His hands expertly slipped under her legs to the velvety contour of her calves. Argie pulled her knees back as his face approached her pussy, her ass began a series of involuntary, undulating circles on feeling his hot breath upon her inner thigh. 

His hands reached her knees, and gently pried her legs apart, fully exposing her pussy to his licentious eyes. Her swollen lips had parted, revealing her cunt hole and engorged clit to him. She had no secrets left, none whatsoever. 

When his tongue flicked out to taste of her fluids, Argie moaned helplessly, and jerked her crotch up to meet his mouth. Her pelvic bone smashed into his upper lip, and John reacted as if slapped hard in the mouth. The net result of her action was very similar to getting slapped, but he shrugged it off and got back down to business.

He decided to avoid her pussy for the moment, and kissed his way along her right thigh, then kissed and licked his way down her left thigh.

Argie began to writhe in anticipation. 

He left her thigh, and moved to the sharp folds of her ass, sometimes called the "taint," gave it a strong, sucking kiss, and quickly abandoned that area as well. He ran his thumb lightly over her anus, then planted another strong, sucking kiss there as well, and when she moaned happily, he slapped her ass hard and darted upward to hover over her now bulging clitoris.

Argie's pelvis was in constant motion at this point; her hips undulating wildly. Her breathing became a problem, and her breasts were heaving on her chest. 

Gingerly, he sucked her clit into his mouth, then clenched it lightly between his teeth.

"OH!" she cried out and shuddered.

John looked up and saw her big fat brown nipples pointing at the ceiling, and vowed to suckle them later, perhaps just before they fucked.

He started making shameless moaning sounds in his throat and felt her body respond as she bucked her hips and then writhed in what must have been an almost excruciating anticipation. 

"Am I better than the guys at the clinic?"

"Yes!"

"Am I better than that fucking doctor?"

"Yes!"

"Am I better than that Neanderthal boyfriend you blow every chance you get?"

"Yes, yes, yes! God damn it! Now make me cum. I didn't fuck you around like this."

"Well . . . you had me going there," he said, half-heartedly. He was enjoying himself, and knew that Argie was too, but he had brought her along quickly and then doused the flames, or had thought so until her tirade.

"All right . . . let's make you cum," he said with a finality that told Argie he meant it.

Her hands found the top of his head, then gripped his hair, ever more tightly as his tongue rolled over her clit, finding each sensitive nerve ending on the tiny stub.

Argie moaned.

The tip of his tongue slid into her wet, silky crevice, and Argie began to buck.

"UH!"

Yanking his face away from her juice laden lips, he called out, "Are you coming?"

"UGH!" was all she could manage in reply.

"I take it that's a yes," he said and returned to eating her out, sending his tongue as deeply into her velvet walls as was possible.

"Christ!" she bellowed, obviously moving into the early thralls of her orgasm. 

Recognizing his wife's response to this tactic, he switched gears and returned to her clit, plowing his tongue into it much as a snowplow drives into a snow bank. Rubbing it against her body, bringing a torrent of sensation that Argie had never experienced before. 

'Where did the son-of-a-bitch learn that?' she asked herself, a split-second before a tremendous climax swept over her and she began pumping her ass into his face, not caring if she broke his nose, or jaw, or even if he lost several teeth as a result.

All she cared about was the wave. A wave of unbelievable relief swept over her, bringing an end to her urgent desires; bringing untold joy and then peace to her entire being.

To his credit, John didn't pull away; instead, he took hold of her ass cheeks and mashed his face into the juicy quagmire that her pussy had become, sucking, licking and tonguing until the first wave began to recede and the second began its heady approach.

"Oh . . . God . . . Yes!" was all that Argie could say before she was lost in the bliss of her second coming.

John lifted his mouth away from her, ostensibly to afford her a moment's respite between orgasms. When he sensed its passing, he surrounded her battered clit with his mouth and sucked it hard, then ran the coarse edge of his tongue over its most sensitive surface.

There was a deep, guttural gasp from her throat, and she arched her back, causing her tits to jiggle. Her pelvis went into overdrive and John found himself wishing that he had his cock in her so as to enjoy these highly unusual movements on her part.

Argie began pulling his face against her cunt. He sucked harder on her clit.

She began to ramble, uttering sounds that no one could decipher, but whose meaning even a child would know meant unbelievable joy.

As her third orgasm exploded, John stuck his tongue into her and held it there, squeezing her ass so hard that the black and blue marks of his fingers would be evident several weeks later. 

Argie had drawn her knees up to her chest; both her feet were firmly planted on the sopping wet sheets, giving her a semblance of stability. And stability was needed, as she pumped her cunt relentlessly into his face. 

John flicked his tongue around, going from side to side, almost twisting it, and making its presence felt, even through the orgasm. Then Argie released a torrential flood of cum-sauce as she came. It filled his mouth. He swallowed some, but because of the volume, he was incapable of capturing most of it.

Showing a remarkable ability to adapt to changing situations, he turned away and fumbled for his own drink on a nearby nightstand. His chin, lips and mouth were covered with the residue of her sexual juices. But he held the glass in front of her cunt, and caught the balance of her final two squirts, and in due course, did to her what she had done to him earlier, but he was thoughtful enough to share the last portions with her.

****

"That was disgusting," she said, and then laughed obscenely. "But of course it was the perfect thing to do. I love you, John Franck, I always have. You are a complete bastard at times, but nonetheless, I love you."

"And I love you too, Argie. I really do. I can't help it if I'm attracted to almost anything wearing a skirt. But I swear, I'll always come back to you."

"You don't mind Milo and me?"

"Sure I do, but how can I complain?"

"So maybe this club will do us both some good, you think?" she said.

"I hope so. Although I am worried that we might be getting in deeper than we know. A scandal or blackmail is always a possibility."

"Oh," Argie gasped. "I hadn't thought of that."

"I'll try to figure out a way to protect us from that eventuality. On the other hand, it could prove to be a great experience as well as a good move socially."

Argie noted that he had grown stiff again, and straddled his legs, preparing to lower herself down onto his shaft.




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"Now, I want you to give me a long slow fuck," she whispered hotly and moved into a kneeling position, knees on either side of his hips. Sitting straight up, Argie slowly impaled herself on him, with John's hands guiding her hips into position.

Argie started off by gyrating her pussy upon him in a slow, languorous manner that titillated the two of them. She grunted with satisfaction as his cock sank in and filled her, then ran her long painted nails through the hair on his chest, raking at his nipples.

John returned the favor, reaching up to capture first one nipple and then the other, pulling on them in turn, stretching them outward and causing the most pleasurable sensations to run from the nipple to her groin.

Eventually Argie left off teasing his nipples to caress her clit, and soon she was moaning with pleasure from her clitoral stimulation and the steamy friction of his prick squishing in and out of her cunt.

Her pelvis began moving, sometimes back and forth, sometimes side to side, sometimes in a circular motion. She flexed her knees, causing her to bounce on his erection like a pogo stick. Her breathing became coarser, more ragged, and her pelvic movements subsided, to be replaced by plunging up and down, as she sought long, deeper penetrations.

She was whimpering and moaning, and John gave it his best, fucking hard and fast until he could no longer contain himself and spewed into her, and she collapsed onto his heaving chest.

They lay that way for several minutes, as his shrinking penis slowly deflated and slipped out of her still twitching pussy. He could feel the cool breeze on his cock, as their mixed juices trickled down his shaft and onto his balls.

Argie got up, went to the bar, and made them both drinks. They took their time, and enjoyed them. Maybe fifteen minutes elapsed, and then Argie's hand roamed along his thigh and discovered that he was hard again.

"Fuck me again, Lover," she said with some insistence.

"I don't know, tomorrow will be here before we know it, and I'm expected to perform . . . you know . . . God knows how many women will want to try me out."

"Aren't you the egotist," she said, and pouted.

"Yeah, but all the men are gonna want a piece of you, Argie. Let's face it; Doctor Coughlin is your boss. And he extended the invitation . . . on a come or else kind of deal. So let's agree on one thing. They want you and are willing to have me if it means getting you."

The thought had not occurred to Argie. The more she considered it, the more aroused she became.

"I don't care about your stamina tomorrow night," she hissed as she positioned herself doggy-style next to him. "I want you now. "

"I really should save myself," he said.

Making her voice as seductive as possible, Argie cooed, "Baby, I want it up my ass. Don't you want to put you big old cock up my ass?"

The offer proved irresistible to him. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, squeezed twice and heard her moan with delight. His fingers moved to within fractions of an inch of her puckered hole and squeezed in a rapid rhythm, igniting the nerve sensors in her anus. Argie's hand darted to her pussy and she began strumming her clit until it cried out, too inflamed to endure anymore titillation. She had to resort to sinking two fingers into her cunt and frigging her self as her husband prepared to bugger her ass.

Laughing at her predicament, John turned her around and made her "walk" from the bedroom to the living room. He told her to stop when they reached an ottoman in front of the large arm chair. Argie draped her arms and chest over the ottoman, and presented her ass to him.

John knew her well enough to avoid a quick penetration, and began teasing her by rubbing the head of his cock over her swollen labia.

"No, John," she cried out, "my ass! I want it up my ass!" To demonstrate her desire, she used both hands to spread her rear cheeks apart, then used her thumbs to pry her asshole open.

Still laughing quietly, John lubed himself using the free-flowing juices of her cunt. Only then did he position himself at her rectal opening. 

She yelped with pleasure as he sank into her. 

He was in about an inch. He waited for her sphincter to widen and accommodate him before moving again. He didn't have to wait long, and thrust in again, this time getting past the ring and gaining a second inch.

He held himself still then, again waiting for Argie to adjust to his size.

But Argie was anxious and wanted him to fill her with cock, and ground her pelvis back at him until his cock was invading her through her efforts alone. That was enough for him, and John eased back an inch, and then rammed his member into the hilt in one giant thrust.

"OH, GOD!" she screamed.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes . . . No . . . it's what I want. Now fuck me. Fuck me like I'm a whore!"

He was caught off guard by her comment and paused for a moment, then began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. When he hit bottom, he kept on pumping, driving her crotch into the ottoman. Argie placed both hands on her pussy, stretching it apart and sending fingers from both hands into her flooded cunt.

To add to her excitement, John reached around to her chest and seized her nipples, pulling hard on each and stretching them to twice the length they'd ever been pulled to before.

She loved it, and told him how big he felt inside her and how her nipples would stay stretched like that so that he could suck them like she sucked his magnificent cock. And how she was coming and coming and coming.

He laughed insanely, and kept at it until he felt himself getting ready to ejaculate. Letting go of her nipples, he grabbed her hips and exploded in her ass so hard he thought she'd start spitting his cum out of her mouth.

When he finished coming, he collapsed on her back and they lay there, draped over the ottoman and fell asleep in that position.



Houston II Ch. 12



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Chapter 12 

A Night at the Club

"What are you going to wear to the . . . err, party tonight, Argie?"

"I'm glad you asked. I spent most of the day shopping, and I think I'll wow them with what I wound up with."

"You do know that you'll be naked for the most part, don't you?"

"Of course I do, darling. But first impressions count for a lot. And I want to impress the women there. Are they all couples? I mean husbands and wives?"

"For the most part, yes, I believe they left room for . . . um, stag members. At least Doctor Coughlin inferred as much."

"Men, I suppose," Argie said from the bedroom.

"Probably, but why exclude additional women?"

"Right," she called out, "It is a men's club, after all."

"Get ready, I'm coming out," Argie called from the interior of their bedroom.

John felt himself stir, and cautioned himself to go easy, for he would be having a long and perhaps difficult night ahead of him.

Argie strode into the living room and John had to look twice to make sure it was her. She wore black. Five inch pumps covered her feet, which were encased in sheer black stockings that ended before her short skirt began. Argie's 24 inch waist was surrounded by a two inch wide black belt. Her belly button and part of her flat tummy were visible below the black lace bustier she wore. The top of the bustier struggled to hold Argie's chest in place. Her breasts were pushed together, forming a cleavage that would attract both men and women like bees to honey. Over the bustier she wore a small unbuttoned jacket that matched the skirt. To complete the outfit she wore black gloves that reached her elbows, and carried a small black handbag.

"Sensational," he said, and meant it.

His erection was all the comment Argie really needed, for she was aglow with desire, and couldn't wait for the evening to begin.

"What's in the purse?" he asked.

"Lipstick and condoms," she replied haughtily, and then giggled.

"Oh, John, I'm so excited. I keep thinking about having three or more men in me at once," she shivered with the anticipation of it, and they both laughed.

"Oh, let me show you why I bought this outfit over another," Argie said, and held the jacket open, revealing her bust in all its glory. Her large brown nipples were visible through the sheer lace bustier, and the sides of her breasts could be seen when she twisted her torso to one side. 

He also noted that she wore a bit more make-up than usual, especially eye shadow and blush. 

"If we weren't pressed for time, I'd take you on the dining room table.

"Maybe later this evening, if we're not totally exhausted," she said with a nervous laugh.

"There's always tomorrow," he said, caressing her left breast.

"No touchee-feelie," Argie said, for she was already highly aroused and knew they were only seconds from hopping on the dining room table.

He backed away from her, sensing her lust matched his own. Two minutes later they were in their car and headed to the club.





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Looking up at Adonis with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, Argie asked huskily, "Will you be fucking me later?"

"I believe I will be one of many to partake of your pleasures, Argie."

"Damn!" She sighed and gave him a fevered lick. "I'll never get it all in my mouth . . . oh, is the clock running?"

The voice sang out from across the room. "No, Argie. Take all the time you need."

"Thank you," she replied pleasantly. "I forgive you for tormenting me with all those other lovely cocks. This one is by far the best, and I haven't even sucked it."

"But you will, won't you?" Adonis whispered so that only she could hear.

"Oh, yes, I will," she said and bent to the task. She made short work of climbing the length of his pole with her tongue. She wanted to suck it in her mouth; she wanted to feel him surging down her throat; but she knew her limitations with regard to his size, and settled for being able to wrapping her warm lips around as much of his searing hardness as she could. 

Argie had always loved the heavy, stuffed feeling she got with a big prick buried in her throat. Always had, from the first time she accepted John's dick, sucking him off three consecutive times.

And Milo's, she recalled the exuberant feeling the first time she had blown him. The guy in the dirty movie theatre, not so large, maybe, but the sordidness of doing it in public with others watching had been a massive turn-on. And last, but not least, Dr. Coughlin himself, a cock master if ever there was one. She had dreamed about him and his weapon for days afterward. 

And all those others tonight . . . suddenly she recalled that none of them had cum.

That hurled her back to the present and the monstrous black tool she held in her left hand while fondling his testicles with the other.

"Oh, yeah!" Adonis yelped, as her tongue swirled across the head of his slick prick. Her tongue was churned in his cock-hole; then enveloped it between her full, luscious lips and sucked the precum from it.





Houston II Ch. 13



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Chapter 13 

John's Turn

A round of polite applause rang out, filling the bedroom and strangely enough, caused Argie to blush. A stranger to Argie approached the bed upon which she and the black Adonis lay. It was the "Voice" who turned out to be a handsome man in his mid-forties, and he took Argie's hand in his and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the newest member of The Club! Wasn't she just grand?"

A roar of approval went up from the onlookers, and Argie's heart filled with pride. She looked frantically about for her husband, and found him standing behind a woman who appeared to be about thirty, wearing a skimpy black cocktail dress. Instinctively, she knew the woman had designs on him. Jealousy flared up for a moment, and then died. She had after all, sucked ten different cocks. John had as yet done nothing. And this was their initiation. 'Would he be going down on as many women?' she wondered.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, would you all please join me in the Green Room for the second of this evening's initiations? Mr. John Franck, will you please follow me?"

"Argie," Adonis said, taking her arm, "let's see how good a man you're married to."

"He's good, Adonis," she replied. "He's probably too good for his own good." Then she laughed and hopped off the bed to stand next to him, her breasts jouncing in the process.

"My, I knew you were big, but I didn't realize just how big," she said teasingly as she stood next to him.

Adonis made his cock jump, and she recoiled in surprise, and then began laughing. "I hoped you were quick to recover," she said, taking his ebony member in hand.

"No, don't start," he said. "Not until your husband is finished. Then we'll have the evening to ourselves . . . or I should say to whomever."

"Are you saying you'll be sharing me with someone else?" she asked impishly.

"It's the house rules, my dear. We share and share and share and share. Until dawn's early light."

"I like these rules, Adonis, I really do. So, let's see how my Johnny boy does."





Houston II Ch. 14



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Chapter 14

Orgy at the Club

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the voice called out in his sonorous voice, "Let us retire to the "Garden" for libations and games." 

But before John and Argie could leave the room, they were intercepted by Doctor Coughlin, who said, "Please join me for a cocktail in the next room. We'll join the others momentarily. I have some things you need to know now that you've passed the initiation.

Actually this was a ploy to keep them from the "Garden" as the room, or rooms were called, while the others got started. It was another thing that newcomers had to put up with before being truly welcomed into the Club.

He kept the couple distracted for about ten minutes and then grandly waved them into the "Garden."

Argie and John were taken aback, as Doctor Coughlin led them into the so called "Garden." It wasn't a garden at all, but a fairly large room with at least six other rooms feeding off of it. A giant HDTV had a porno movie with three men and three women entangled as they tried every debauchery known to man. There was a wet bar against the wall on the far side of the room, but what got Argie and John's immediate attention was the hot and heavy action going on all over the room.

A J-shaped sectional couch was centered in the room with the base of the J facing the large screen television. Seated at the base of the J was the woman who had worn the skimpy black cocktail dress.

"That's Jenna," Doctor Coughlin said, casually pointing at her.

"She's definitely hot," John replied.

"Absolutely. She thought she'd be the one you'd make come. You fooled her. I hope she's not the resentful type," Coughlin said, and laughed immediately afterward.

"Yeah, me too," John said. "I intend to try her out this evening."

"As will several others, John. Good luck there. She's a little spiteful; she may reject you."

"Incidentally," Coughlin added, "the two gentlemen sitting on either side of Jenna are Ajax and Thor." 

Both men sat back, shirts open, pants around their knees, legs up on the coffee table before them. Jenna, wearing nothing but high heels, stockings, and a black, lacy garter belt, had her legs spread and draped over the two men. She had their cocks in her hands, and was slowly stroking their erections, as all three watched the couples cavorting on the large screen TV.

John recognized Ivana, the long, lean, sultry looking brunette, who along with a dirty blonde haired woman he would soon learn was named Callie, were between the coffee table and the television, on the floor, and oblivious to the film. Both were stark naked, and in a heated sixty-nine, with Ivana laying on her back, and Callie kneeling over her. They both were slurping noisily.

After staring at the two women for a moment, John returned his gaze to the couch. On the long side of the J, the blond haired Scandinavian sat in the center of the sofa. He too was shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. A slim brunette named Bobbi had her sundress pulled both down and up to her waist. She was sitting in his lap, facing away from him. Her thigh high stocking clad thighs were wide spread, and his massive dick was deep in her cunt. 

Doctor Coughlin, his arm around both Argie and John, guided them to the J-shaped couch.

"John, Argie, I'd like you to meet Bobbi and Morgan." Morgan, like the two blondes John had eaten earlier, wore only a tan, and a pair of high-heeled shoes.

"And, with them," Coughlin continued, "are Jeff and Dave." Jeff, the Scandinavian, grinned at them and continued to pump his erection into Bobbi's cunt.

"You were both terrific," Morgan said pleasantly, and then bent to retrieve Dave's longish, but thin prick, and brought it to her mouth and began blowing him.

Bobbi spoke for the first time, saying, "Argie?" 

"Yes, Bobbi?"

"Want to get together later? We could sixty-nine for a while and then find us two big cocks."

"Sounds like a plan," Argie said with a big smile.

"Watch this," Bobbi said, and promptly sent two stiffened fingers into Morgan's twat, causing the blonde to shriek in surprise, and then recapture the cock that had flopped from her mouth.

John took Argie by the hand and was making for an armchair across the room from the sectional couch.

"Ah, sorry, John," Coughlin said coming between them. "I'm sorry, Argie, but you two can't be partners this evening. Argie, I think Adonis, your black stud awaits you. And, John, I think this lady has the hots for you." 

He watched his wife go off with Adonis, and then turned to face the woman mentioned by Doctor Coughlin. 

"Hello," a stunning brunette said, "My name is Martina."

John looked at her. She was wearing a silky, almost see-through dress. 

"John," he said, "but you know that, right?"

"Right," she said, as she smiled at him.

John liked her smile, and soon realized that with all the nude women around him, this one was more interesting simply because she still had her dress on.

"Shall I kiss you for starters?" he asked.

"By all means," she replied, and closed her eyes and pursed her lips, much as a high school girl might on a first date. He kissed her. It was evident that they both enjoyed the kiss, and afterward, John looked around the room while idly caressing her smallish breasts and her ample, but firm, rear-end. 

Obviously pleased with this languid approach, Martina responded by casually caressing his erection, every so often giving it a light slap. The slaps told John that Martina probably liked rough sex, and he made a mental note to see if he was right about it.

For a few minutes they carried on a low-keyed conversation, discussing those around them. Martina mentioned several of the men, and their particular likes and dislikes.

"And what about the women?" he asked.

She told him about them too, and then she told him what she liked. He smiled, for she did prefer rough sex.

He glanced across the room and saw his wife, Argie, leaving the room, hand in hand with the black man named Adonis. At about the same time, Martina raised her dress to her hips, hooked her leg around him, and pulled him inside her. 

"Wow!" wheezed Martina, as John hoisted her up in his arms and sank deeply into her wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he continued fucking her standing up.

Slowly a growing crowd gathered around them, calling out complimentary remarks as the couple continued with their methodical fucking. Gradually John tired, and still penetrating Martina, he made his way to an armchair, and after turning slowly, sat down with a beaming Martina still attached to his appendage

After some light applause from the on-lookers, John rearranged them so that Martina was lying across his lap. Someone handed him a glass of beer, and he took a long swallow and gave the glass back. 

"Show me your tits," he said to her.

Martina promptly tore her dress open, revealing a pair of tiny, pear-shaped breasts with pointed nipples. Then she asked for a taste of beer and the gentleman who had provided a drink to John, offered her the same glass which she drained and then rubbed the condensation off the glass and onto her nipples.

His cock lurched inside her and she giggled happily.

It was the beginning of a long evening that would leave John worn out, but incredibly satisfied. He would have sex with many of the women there; none of whom seemed to mind if he left them before he came, as long as they got to come.





Houston II Ch. 15



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Chapter 15.

Orgy at the Club, Part 2

John surveyed the room quietly while Martina sipped her beer, her eyes closed and her back arching as he absent-mindedly fingered her. Ivana and Callie had switched positions, with Ivana now on top of a reclining Callie. The Scandinavian - 'Jeff,' Franck thought, recalling his name, was still having his lengthy dick sucked by Bobbi, who in turn was being fucked energetically by a balding, but well built man of perhaps forty. 

To John's left, a threesome had ended their mutual masturbating and gotten more adventurous. Ajax was stretched out on the couch, with Jenna straddling him, his cock up her cunt. Thor had taken his pants off and was kneeling behind Jenna. John watched as Thor inserted his hard, red tipped cock into her ass. He smiled knowingly as it slipped in effortlessly. 'A well used hole,' he thought. Then he glanced over at the bar, and was surprised to see Morgan and Dan still dressed, and apparently talking. But a closer look revealed that Dan had popped a button in the middle of Morgan's dress and one of his hands was working furiously at her crotch. 

Actually, Morgan wasn't talking, she was moaning as with one, white-knuckled hand she griped a bottle of beer, and the other attempted, albeit haltingly, to undo his fly. However, before she could release his cock, she dropped the bottle of beer on the floor, and covered his fingering hand with both of hers and began to quiver as her orgasm enveloped her.

John decided to give Martina the full treatment, and whispered into her ear after tonguing it, "Oh, Marty . . . you're so fucking hot!"

"You think?" she responded as if lost in a dreamy world other than the one they were in.

"Oh, yeah," he told her. "I love your little tits."

"I'm sorry they're so small," she whimpered.

"I've sucked smaller. I like them actually."

"Want to pinch them? I like that," she said softly.

John pinched each nipple in turn.

"Pinch them again, harder . . . Please," she pleaded, "I won't break!"

He obliged her.

"Mmmm . . ."

She moaned happily. 

He noticed that both Dan and Thor were smiling at him. Thor gave him a quick nod, as if to say, 'She likes it. Give it to her. She can take it.'

"Don't stop," Martina gasped. "C'mon, harder!"

John was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasn't adverse to S&M. On the contrary, he enjoyed being a Dom. But not in public.

"Oh, shit," Martina bleated as he pinched her left nipple again.

"Harder . . . do it harder!"

"Like this, baby?" he asked.

"No! Harder, you bastard!

He pinched harder.

"No! Fuck! Rip them off of me!" 

"Hey... wait," he said harshly, "I don't want to make a scene. This is my first time at the club. I'm not . . ."

"You motherfucker," she snarled, "Do it!" 

"Then let's get our asses into the bathroom," John snarled right back at her.

Apparently that was what Martina wanted to hear. She got to her feet and headed for the bathroom. He looked sheepishly at the others in the room, shrugged, and followed her.

He closed the bathroom door behind him and made sure they were the only ones in the room, pulling the shower curtain back and checking the stall.

Then he sat down on the toilet, and said, "Get down here, get your fucking sorry looking face down here, bitch!"

He realized that he was breathing hard, and took a moment to recover. Martina knelt slowly, her face reddening and he slapped her face hard as soon as she was down. 

"I expect quicker results when I ask for them," John yelled into her startled face.

"Oh! P. . . Please," she started to protest, but it was just part of the game. 

John grabbed a fistful of her hair in his right hand, and then pushed her face into the toilet bowl, forcing her downward until her nose was touching the bottom, the water splashing and soaking her face and hair, and his bottom and balls.

Her smallish breasts were pressed against the porcelain, and her long graceful neck was stretched out and down, curving as her fingers wrapped themselves around his ankles. He held her down while she struggled, weakly at first, and then harder, as her air was running out and he wasn't letting up. 

He waited for her to panic before pulling her head back up so she could cough and sputter. Martina's eyes were red, and her mouth slack, as she panted for much needed air. He slapped her face again, hard enough that it left a large red stain on her cheek.

"Tell me, Martina, do you like this?" 

She had to fight through a variety of sensations to understand him and find her voice.

"Yessss . . ." Martina hissed softly. "I like it." 

"What do you really want, bitch?" John demanded of her, slapping her again when she didn't answer immediately. "Tell me what you want!"

She had no idea what he wanted to hear. Nor did John know what he wanted to do to her.

"I . . . I want to . . . to please you," she gasped, and spittle ran out of her mouth as she spoke.

His hand was between her legs, rubbing her with a slow, circular motion, splitting her engorged labia. Martina gasped, and then uttered a low guttural sigh.

"Have you used the bathroom for this stuff before?"

"Yes, once or twice."

"Anyone intrude?"

"Not so far, but you never know."

"Over here," he said, and led her to the tub.

"Lean on it. Stick your ass out."

Martina complied with his request and he walloped her right cheek with the flat of his hand. She took the solid smack in silence, and allowed herself a quiet moan during the second and third blows, but pushed her ass even higher in the air trying to afford him a better target for any subsequent slaps he might bestow on her.

John wondered where this would finally lead as he continued to rain slap after slap on her reddened rear. The red welts rose from her pale skin, first whitish, and then taking on a dark, angry red glow. When he finally stopped, she sighed and he knew he had ended it too soon for her pleasure.

He reached into the tub and grabbed the soap, wet it and rubbed it over his rock hard erection. Balancing herself by pressing her chest against the tub, Martina then reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart a second before John rammed his cock into her exposed rectum, forcing himself into her until the ridge of his cockhead slipped past the ring.

"How's that feel?" 

"Wonderful!"

"Describe it to me."

"T . . . There's a pleasant burning sensation . . . from splitting me."

"And?"

"A . . . a dull, sweet kind of pain," she said after a moment.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it, and she twisted her neck to turn and look at him. Her tongue lolled out, and she was having some trouble breathing. John took this in and decided to ignore it, and worked his hips, driving his cock in and out of her ravaged asshole.

Slowly he took his cock out of her ass. He rubbed her behind with his hand, and asked, "How's your ass, Martina?"

To his surprise, she giggled and glanced covertly at him before replying. "Sore, it's really sore."

Martina shivered when he pressed his palm flat against the welts on her rear, using a circular motion that kept on adding pressure slowly, and finally worked two thick fingers into her loosened, slippery ass. 

"God, you've got a great ass, Martina," he told her and then caught her off guard by pinching her right breast.

She moaned, and moaned again when he slapped each breast almost as hard as he had her ass. He turned her about and fed his shit-flecked cock to her eager, open mouth, and dug his nails into her breast flesh as she tried to accommodate his thickness in her smallish throat. Only when he realized she was choking on his swollen appendage did he relent and withdraw. 

Marlene immediately took him in her right hand and moved her fist rapidly up and down until he arched his back, thrust forward with his hips, and let loose with a series of thick cum filled spurts that hit her in the forehead, eyes, and into her nose. Still Martina kept jerking him off, until he told her to stop. By this time her face was covered in what might be construed as a mask of sperm. 

"Did you like it?" John inquired of her as he carefully cleaned himself off in the basin of the sink.

"Yes, I love the taste of hot cum!" Martina replied, her voice hoarse, and he knew that it was painful for her to utter the words.

"We're not done," he told her.

"Mmmmm," she sighed.

"I want to fist you."

Martina shuddered.

"Are you usually treated like this at these meetings?"

"Sometimes."

"Explain yourself," he said demandingly.

"I . . . I like it . . . the rough stuff. But sometimes the others punish me by not allowing me to be roughed up."

She blinked several times, and John saw that some of his sperm had run into her eye. He gave her credit for not rubbing the eye to clear it, and knew she would not only tolerate his fisting of her cunt, but would relish it.

John methodically maneuvered three fingers into her pussy. "You ever fuck a horse, or a donkey?" he asked mirthlessly. 

"N . . . No," she sighed, "You want me too?" and hunched her hips upward to meet his fingers.

"No, I don't. But ask me to fist your cunt."

For emphasis, John slapped her cunt twice in succession, and then a third time, but this time his palm came down hard on Martina's aching clitoris.

"Ahhhh!" she moaned. 

Then she was begging him. "Fist me please! Pease, fist my cunt!" 

John reached between her legs and pinched the small nub of her clit, along with a parcel of wrinkled flesh around it. He pulled hard, eliciting a loud sob from Martina's dry vocal chords as she reached down to grab at his hand, trying to protect herself.

In response, he realized that he may have gone too far, and eased up on the pinching, contenting himself with jamming several fingers into her sopping cunt and heard her moan with pleasure again.

He allowed her a moment's pleasure, and then tucked his thumb into his palm, and set to working the widest part of his hand into her grotesquely stretched cunt. 

Martina accepted the pain without complaint, grunting loudly when she realized his hand was inside her.

"I'm in you," he told her. "Does it hurt too much?"

"No, it feels . . . kinda good," she croaked.

John curled his fingers inside her, pushed at the soft tissue of her vaginal walls. The air whooshed out of Martina's lungs, and her body lifted up from the floor with a sudden rush of pain.

Martina was incapable speech, and couldn't tell him how much it hurt. She grabbed his forearm and holding on tightly, kept him from moving in either direction. Her mouth hung open, breathless and silent. She tried to breathe, but it was impossible. The intensity of his hand pressed inside her was too much. And when he twisted his arm, and the fist inside her turned as well, she started to writhe and jerk, cumming as she'd never cum before, her body bucking of its own accord in tune to the sweet pain and ultimate pleasure his hand was giving her. She was dying. She was in heaven. She passed out from the sheer gratification of it all.

John eased his hand out of her cunt and washed and dried his hands. Martina was still unconscious. He shrugged, stood over her for a moment, and then left her there on the bathroom floor, secure in the knowledge that she was alive and well, and very well fucked.





Houston II Ch. 15



He was astounded to learn that after finishing his orgasm, his now flaccid dick seemed imprisoned in Jenna, and wondrously so. His recuperative powers didn't fail him, and soon enough, John was looking at his rapidly lengthened dick again, and as he entered her once more he laughed and made his cock jerk inside her.

Jenna waited until he was fully engorged and throbbing fiercely against her vaginal walls, then uncrossed her legs and stood up. The swiveling action as she turned away from him almost made John cum in itself. 

Then, facing him, Jenna kissed his cheek, and gave his engorged cock a playful tug. "Variety is the spice of life, sweetie." she said, and rose up from the sofa and sauntered across the room to stick her tongue in Thor's ear.

All John could do was groan with frustration. All was not lost, however. Callie saw and heard his mournful moan of loss. She left Ivana, and came to him, saying, "Any port in a storm, sailor?"

John looked down at his turgid prick and nodded. "It would certainly seem so. But I don't think your pussy would be the worst place, or port to find shelter in."

"Where shall I begin?" she said, and giggled.

"A blow job would earn my eternal gratitude," he replied. 

Callie giggled again, and knelt in front of him. "You can lick my pussy clean later," she responded, and bent to her task.

Across the room, Jenna had already climbed atop Ivana, and the two women began a torrid sixty-nine. John hardly noticed them, for Callie's tongue felt snake-like, as it swirled and twirled around his hefty hardon, and he barely noticed her red talons as they alternately scratched and caressed his balls.

It took quite an effort, but John managed to pull Callie away from his turgid cock and brought her mouth to his. They kissed, and as their tongues became acquainted, Callie's hands moved between them, one on his cock, one on her pussy. The kiss went on, and John reached down between them to recapture his manhood. Once it was in his possession, he began rubbing his palm over her clit. The effect was electrifying. 

"You'd better fuck me now," she cried, "I'm starting to cum already!"

John didn't react the way Callie thought he would. Instead of leaping on her bones and pounding her senseless, he began to tease her, using the head of his cock, and rubbing it over the outer and inner labia, but not driving it into her as she wanted.

Callie wrapped her legs around his waist.

"C'mon, give it to me!"

He slammed his dick deeply into her, and Callie came, her cunt pulsing uncontrollably as she did. John kept pumping into her, but had slowed to a crawl, as he waited for her to recover from this climax and start on the road to the next one. He allowed himself time to rub each of her breasts and massage each nipple in turn.

She was moaning continuously as she continued her orgasm. 

Ivana and Jenna were fascinated by her actions and halted their own lovemaking to come over and stand alongside the fucking couple.

Callie's initial orgasm began to fade, and as it did, John increased the speed of his thrusting. Callie gasped, and responded by scratching and rubbing his cock as it surged in and out of her. He felt her legs tighten on his waist, felt wonderfully trapped by the sensations this produced.

"Yeah, you bastard!" she screamed, and Ivana and Jenna backed up from the force of her voice. John laughed, and said, "Liking it, huh, baby?"

"Harder, you wonderful bastard," Callie shrieked, and Ivana began to caress Jenna's breasts and nipples.

John was poised before starting to fuck Callie's brains out, but froze beguiled by the sight of the two women standing next to him, and became a spectator as Ivana lowered her head to Jenna's neck, where she began to gingerly lick and nibble at the hollow beneath her throat.

Jenna looked over at John, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment before she closed them and dreamily accepted Ivana's mouth to a breast, gingerly placing first one and then a second hand on Ivana's head to cradle her to her breast.

Callie moaned at the lack of attention and John rubbed his cock up and down her crack but gave his attention to the two women.

"I'm wide open . . ." Callie said, and moaned again.

He wrested his attention back to her on hearing her speak, and let his cock slip in slowly, grazing the lining of her wide-open cunt until he felt the mouth of her womb, and wedged it in as if intending to leave it there forever.

"Oh, oh!" she groaned. "Don't move, please . . ."

He obliged her and was rewarded by Callie's churning her ass into him, bringing unforeseen pleasure to both of them.

On the floor beside them, Jenna was wide eyed as Ivana slowly and deliberately buried her face in Jenna's crotch. Then, as Ivana found her target and began to lick and suck on the naked clit before her, Jenna gasped and fell flat on the floor. Ivana used her lips and tongue only at first, but as Jenna's cries of delight grew louder, she moved both hands into Jenna's crotch and applied them as well. In minutes Jenna was shrieking quietly, thrashing her body and tossing her head from side to side until she had an amazingly intense orgasm.

Callie found her voice again, "Can you still hold it?" she murmured huskily.

"Yeah, I can hold it," John replied, returning his attention to Callie.

"It feels wonderful," she said her head falling limp, as if unhinged. "You . . . feel bigger somehow, do you know it?"

"It seems a perfect fit, Callie," he said.

"I'm terribly opened up. You could probably fit your whole arm in there."

"Want me to do it?"

"No! Oh, God, no!" She replied, seeming terrified at the thought.

He backed his cock out of her abruptly, glanced downward and saw his glistening cock still hard as a rock. Callie lay prone, also looking at it, her expression one of terror and lust as she wondered what he was going to do. 'Surely he won't put his hand into me . . .' she thought, and prepared to bolt away from him if he attempted to do it.

With a suddenness that caught the two of them by surprise, John rammed his member into Callie's cunt. The suction created a wet, smacking sound. With his peripheral vision, John saw Ivana and Jenna studying him as he fucked his partner. 

"Shake that ass, Callie!" he yelled as he pounded into her, and leaned forward to bite her on the neck. 

"Oh, God, that's good!" Callie moaned as he switched from her neck to bite her ears and lips in quick succession, all the while relentlessly humping her furiously.

Ivana raised herself up on her elbows and smiled down at Jenna. "What should we do?" she asked rhetorically.

"Let them finish," Jenna answered.

"Of course, but I meant what should we do?" Ivana said and laughed nervously.

"Here . . ." Jenna said, cupping her left breast. "Why don't you lick my nipples until they finish?"

After a particularly violent thrust, John's cock fell out of Callie's gaping cunt.

"Put it back! Put it in!" she begged, her lips slavering spittle over the two of them. She reached frantically for him, found him and placed it back inside her. 

Two strokes later, Callie screamed, "Oh, I'm going to cum! I can't hold it anymore. Oh, oh . . ." She began to spasm, slapping her loins into his with such a fury that he thought she'd lost her mind. 

He pulled out without coming. Callie continued her huge orgasm, writhing left and right, and shuddering with pleasure, as John slipped off the couch and joined the two women entangled on the floor.

Jenna had one of Ivana's nipples clenched between her pearly white teeth. John promptly gripped the other breast and began to suck voraciously on that nipple. Slowly backing up and using a vacuum-like suction, he enveloped half of Ivana's nice sized breast into his mouth until his jaw began to hurt.

Jenna released her captured nipple only to start pulling and pinching it.

Ivana's eyes flew open in both shock and delight. John sank two fingers into her sopping cunt and she began to shake all over when he searched out her G-spot.

By this point, John was more than ready. He shoved Jenna out of his way, and straddled Ivana's thighs. 

"Yes!" she exclaimed, and he entered her, pulling one of her legs up so that the thigh came up to his chest, and her calf and foot were raised above his head.

As he began to fuck Ivana, he turned to Callie who was returning to her senses, and asked, "Why don't you eat Jenna out, Callie?"

Callie gave a shy smile, and slid from the couch and crawled between Jenna's spread thighs and bent to her task. 

The way in which all four were positioned allowed John to gain the deepest penetration possible in Ivana and exposed Callie's cunt to his greedy fingers as she went down on Jenna.

Ivana came twice, but he refused to stop until her third orgasm, which he managed to hold off until Jenna and Callie had finished a rousing sixty-nine with one another. Then he clamped Ivana's thigh to his chest and pounded forward, exploding into her.

Afterwards, they all lay back on the floor to rest.

John was about to move on to another room, when Jenna said, "Come on, let's try something!"

She had Ivana lay flat on her back and spread her legs wide. Then she directed Callie to straddle her, in a sixty-nine position. Jenna reached up and pulled Ivana's pussy down to her face and told Jenna to start licking her cunt. Then, after Callie was dining, Jenna told John to fuck her doggy style. He looked at his flaccid cock and laughed. But undaunted, he rose up and carefully positioned himself behind Jenna, and began to lick and suck her ass.

Jenna went wild, and with John following her movements, crawled over to the two women absorbed in eating each other, stuck a finger into Callie's ass and fingered her, while lowering her face to Ivana's ass and tonguing her. All three women had resounding climaxes. John emerged from the analingus with another hard-on, but declined to use it on any of the three as they all lay there, panting, lost in the glow of their respective orgasms.



Houston II Ch. 16



Many thanks to the late "Techsan" for graciously giving his time and effort to me in editing this and other stories of mine. Your special skills in editing are missed by me and many others. God Bless, Techsan.

Chapter 16

Looking into the third room, Argie saw six naked men in a semi-circle around a blonde headed female possessed of a magnificent body. She wore a pair of panties and nothing else.

It appeared that she was either teasing the men, or putting on a show for them. Argie glanced around the room and saw that there were perhaps eight or nine women there besides the blonde. Some were nude, some were partially clothed, that is to say, bra and panties, or in one case a see-through bra and garter-belt and black stockings.

The blonde recaptured Argie's attention as she reached down to grab the insole of her right foot, pulling it slowly up. This served to spread her thighs wider for her audience.

Argie was not even conscious that Adonis was gently nudging her into the room until her hip bumped into that of one of the women. The woman, dark haired and voluptuous, was about thirty-five and in wonderful shape, smiled knowingly at Argie, who blinked and returned the smile. The next thing she knew, they were holding hands.

The blonde gave a bump and grind out at her audience and John heard a cry of approval from everyone in the room. Holding her breasts in her hands, she did a quick spin, and let go of them to grab a bald-headed man's penis and squeezed it.

The crowd roared out gleefully and the blonde froze for a second, and then turning in a slow circle, gave everyone a lewd and lascivious grin. 

"Now!" she yelled, and raised her right foot so that the heel was positioned at the crotch of her panties. 

Argie watched fascinated, as the blonde exerted pressure inward, spreading her labia open. None of the spectators could actually see this happening, but all of them knew it was happening, and were driven into a near frenzy by her actions.

The blonde laughed aloud and still balanced on one foot, rubbed her heel into her cunt, and after a few seconds, her underwear began to grow dark as the slick juices mingled with the satin material of her panties.

"Like it?" she called out raucously. 

"YES!" came the roar of approval.

And, as the cry faded away, she lowered her leg and arched her back, presenting her soaked mons for the group's perusal.

Argie felt the woman next to her place a hand on her rear, followed quickly by a tickling sensation as that hand ran up and down the crack of Argie's ass before settling in and delving about half an inch into her anal tract.

She decided to go with the flow, knowing the woman would not dare interrupt the blonde's show, at least not at the moment.

The blonde was quick to peel her undies off, and crumpled them into a ball, which she held under each man's nose for at least a second each.

Adonis was the last man standing before her. He took the panties from her and stuffed them into his mouth and sucked her sweet nectar until he was satisfied that he had garnered most of it. Then he removed them from his mouth and returned them to the blonde.

A thin brunette, perhaps in her late twenties, lost control at this and began to masturbate furiously. No one moved to stop her.

Argie looked around the room and found that two men were now jerking off, not just stroking themselves, but seeking immediate release through the use of their respective hands.

Suddenly, she felt the woman next to her grab her thigh, and turn her half-way round and insert her middle finger into Argie's cunt. Argie laughed, and laughed again when the woman followed up by jamming another finger into her ass, and began frigging both Argie's cunt and her ass at the same time.

Several people noticed this and called it to the attention of the others. The blonde turned to see, and spying Argie and the other woman, laughed aloud. The blonde appeared to be unchanged by any of the activity going on around her. In fact, she seemed to be in control of all that was happening in the room, and sauntered over to a coffee table, and stepped carefully up on it.

The two men quit jerking off, and the fingers in Argie's orifices grew still. The woman, who had been masturbating, groaned, and as she came, her knees buckled and she sank slowly to the floor, sobbing with relief.

The blonde squatted on the table and began to play with her clit. It was the largest clit Argie had ever seen. It appeared to be the size of a small boy's cock, about three inches in length, and readily observable to the onlookers.

The men, all seven, including Adonis, circled the table, erections bobbing in front of them, apparently stimulating the blonde in her innovative actions. Seconds later, the women reacted, maneuvering their way in close, so that they were hip to hip with the men. And so it was female flesh pressed against male flesh, all of them craning to better observe the blonde's next act.

The blonde smiled, and coquettishly laid the palm of her hand over her mons, which had been completely shaven. Her extraordinarily large clitoris poked out at the spectators, leaving most of the men and women wanting to take it between their lips and suck upon it. The blonde knew this and played to it, using her middle finger to tease it, inducing it to bob up and down. 

"Pillows, I need some pillows, please," she said repeating her request.

Two men quickly handed her several pillows. She took the two largest and placed them on the table.

Argie wondered what she was up to, and a moment later got her answer. 

"Okay, now I want a female volunteer," the blonde said, and giggled.

"What are you doing, Greta?" one of the women asked.

Now Argie had a name to go with the blonde's face.

"Do you want to volunteer?" Greta asked the rather thick-waisted woman who had posed the question.

"Um, no, I don't think so," the woman replied.

"Then kindly shut up. I need a volunteer," Greta said again.

Argie was about to throw her pussy into the ring, when a woman named Arlene volunteered. Greta helped Arlene up on the table and then had her squat. "Now arch your back. Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Greta assured her.

Arlene obliged, revealing both an abundance of confidence, and a very hairy crotch, which was now thrust forward, and with Greta's help, she capably supported herself with her hands. 

Then Greta almost copied Arlene's position, except that she had her head between Arlene's legs, and after bestowing a wet kiss to the woman's cunt, called out, "Now, someone, anyone, get over here and eat me!"

A bald-headed man, about fifty years of age, forced his way to the table, shoving two women aside in the process. He was snarling like an animal as he had at Greta's pussy. 

Argie glanced around her. The women standing alongside her all seemed to have a hungry, almost depraved, look in their eyes. Some had started to play with their nipples with one hand, and with the other, they tangled and twisted their cunt hair. Those that were clean shaven pulled on their labia and teased their clits. All of them gradually worked one or more fingers into themselves, probing and caressing the flesh of their respective sex.

Argie joined them, flicking her fingers over her own clit in a blurring motion that brought her to the edge of her climax about as swiftly as she had ever achieved it before. An older woman, in her late forties was pinching her nipples in a most excruciatingly painful manner, and then pulling each one out, stretching them beyond belief. But as Argie observed, the woman was obviously enjoying herself immensely.

Argie's release arrived, and although her knees buckled, she remained standing and slowly turned her attention back to the blonde cavorting on the table.

Greta was bucking her pussy into the older man's face. He was obviously a skilled cunnilingist. The tendons in her neck were stretched and under tremendous tension as she continued lapping away at Arlene's sopping wet pussy.

The room was full of whimpers, grunts, ragged breathing, and tight little screams. Argie, as well as several other women, were now being mounted and otherwise fucked by the men gathered around the table. Argie found herself leaning forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table while a man that she had yet to actually see penetrated her from behind. In her already highly excited state, he brought her to another climax almost immediately. 

Arlene suddenly screamed out that she was coming, and did, adding to the intensity of the copulating couples surrounding the table.

Greta used her hands to shove her body about a foot away from the man going down on her and then waved him off. One hand went to her grossly enlarged clit and rapidly slid back and forth, teasing it, but hardly touching it. The eyes of virtually everyone in the room remained on her, regardless of their particular state of sexual excitement. She grunted twice, and a low roar of approval escaped the throats of those who had witnessed her performance before.

Argie, enjoying the feel of the cock pounding into her, found herself concentrating on Greta's masturbation; especially with her possessing a clit as large as that of a small child. 'Some men, too,' she thought, and felt sorry for those in that category.

Greta grunted again, and then again. The spectators grew still, halting all sexual congress except that of the lone woman on the table.

"Now!" Greta shouted, and Argie and the others watched in awe as she ejaculated several times in succession. To Argie it appeared that she was urinating, but she knew the woman was actually coming and coming hard.

Two women near Argie maneuvered themselves closer to Greta and found themselves getting their breasts spattered with her ejaculate. Moments later they turned to the others near them to proudly reveal Greta's stringy ejaculate dripping from their nipples and breasts. Several men immediately fell upon them, licking and sucking the blonde woman's fluids from the splattered women's respective chests until all that were left was traces of their own saliva.

Argie was quicker than several of the other women and dove between Greta's thighs to savor the remnants left both inside her cunt and on the inner and outer labia. She found them sweeter than she imagined they would be; while Greta lay back, seemingly exhausted by her dynamic performance.

Afterward, two men, one white, one Hispanic, took turns kissing Argie in order to sample Greta's fluids. Greta found herself occupied by the remaining women, all of whom just had to kiss her sexual organs as part of some unspoken ritual.





Houston II Ch. 16



And when he thrust his cock deeper into her throat, she artfully accepted his entire length, and moved her right hand from his ass to his balls, cupping them as a warning to control his hips, silently telling him the slightest movement would force her to close her fist on his testicles. She wanted him there, so as to savor his length, and relish the gift she had and that so many other women lacked. And when he backed away an inch or so, she relaxed the grip on his balls, took him from her mouth, and concentrated on delivering a series of swooping licks upon his corona. With his first gratified moan, she changed tactics and began sucking furiously on the head of his cock, using a free hand to squeeze him and jerk him off. Slowing the rate of her sucking, she glanced up at him and noted several veins in his neck popping out. This was her signal that he was about to erupt.

"You are very good at this," he gasped.

She nodded twice to indicate that she had heard his compliment, then began bobbing her head in a slow, gentle motion, but managing to maintain an almost vacuum-like suction on him, while at the same time tickling his scrotum with her free hand.

Greta, the blonde who had performed so admirably on the table for Argie and the others a few minutes earlier, quietly entered the room and stood silently observing them.

John wanted to touch Rachel, and so, without dislodging himself from between her lips, he maneuvered her onto the couch. Rachel found this caveman like action stimulating, and increased her pace again, sucking furiously. 

He gave her cunt a slow caress, and she bit him, not enough to break the skin, but enough for him to cry out.

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out after taking him from her mouth. "You . . . you caught me off guard when you . . ."

"I understand," he said, forgiving her, and she quickly bestowed a hundred wet kisses on his penis.

Greta burst out laughing, and they both looked up at her, surprised that anyone was watching their performance.

"I'm sorry too," the blonde said through her laughter. "It's just that . . . that I never saw anyone get his dick bitten before. I must have had a thousand cocks in my mouth and never even came close. What the hell happened to make you bite him, Doc?"

John and Rachel quickly regained their composure. "It was my fault," John said, "I should have given some warning that I was going for her crotch."

Rachel saw the humor in what had happened and with a wry smile said, "Perhaps I got carried away with my work."

"And I jarred her pleasure zone with my hand when she wasn't expecting it. Now, if that answers your question, who are you, and why are you spying on us?"

"John," Rachel said quickly, "Greta is a long time club member, and as such, has free rein of the house. She can observe, or partake as she chooses, so long as the other party or parties are willing to go along."

He heard Rachel out, but was still angered by the blonde's casual attitude and intrusion. "I didn't say I was willing," he said calmly. "I still haven't."

"But, John . . ." Rachel began, but Greta interrupted her.

"He's right, actually. Please accept my apology. I meant no harm in my intrusion, none at all."

"Apology accepted," he said gruffly. "Now make yourself comfortable. Watch us if you like. Or you can tickle my ass with a feather. I don't care now that I know you're in the room."

He asked Rachel to lie down on her back and spread her legs. She was only too happy to oblige his request. He went down on her in a tender, loving fashion, once again surprising Rachel by his actions.

"You have what I call a classic pussy," he told her.

"How is that?" Rachel asked, curiously. She knew he was of a different ilk than any other man she had known. And, as his psychiatrist, she knew most of his history.

"Hmmm," he said, thoughtfully. "How shall I express it?"

"Just tell me and get back to eating me," she said and then giggled, childlike, surprised at her own response.

"Let's see . . . well, from the neatly trimmed brown bush to your outer labia, which by the way are perfectly symmetrical in size and are extremely succulent to my eye."

"Oh, you are a silver tongued devil, if ever there was. Are you listening to this line of his, Greta?"

When the blonde failed to respond as expected, they looked up and saw Greta sitting in the armchair across from them with her legs open, and her index finger stroking her engorged clit which peeked out at them from between her dark haired cunt folds. Soon both her cunt and puckered asshole were fully exposed to their view. Greta's eyes opened and saw them watching. She smiled shyly, but it took on a very raunchy effect when she sent two fingers into her cunt and scooped out some the excess jizm and lifted it to her lips as if she were about to devour an oyster.

"Looks like she's found a willing partner," Rachel said, causing John to laugh out loud. Greta was looking at them but not actually seeing them. The same fingers were probing at her asshole, found entry less than difficult and commenced fingering her rectum as she looked over at John and Rachel.

And with an unspoken agreement, the couple decided to ignore her for the time being, and returned to their own lusty actions.

"You were describing my pussy. Please continue," Rachel purred.

"Where was I?" he asked rhetorically.

"I was succulent someplace," she said, reminding him.

"You were always a good listener."

"I'm trained to listen."

"I'm trained for this," he said, and opened her outer labia to reveal the pink within, glazed with a light froth caused by her excitement. He took her juicy lips into his mouth and lightly gnawed on each of them in turn. Rachel began to twist and writhe under him.

He discovered that her hooded clit could be coaxed from its hiding place and that it was of normal length, it was thicker than most that he had seen. He clamped his lips around it and sucked.

Rachel reacted as if a jolt of electricity had been place against her spine.

"Whoa! Easy does it. I'm sensitive there, John," she said, breathing heavily.

John was thinking about Greta and her ass as it accepted her fingers, and moved his own to Rachel's.

"You are the naughty boy," she hissed as he tickled her brown pucker. "But don't forget the other side, now."

He didn't. He gave her clit a hard lick, and she made an obscene sound. And he remained on target with regard to her ass, diligently working a finger in about half an inch. He abandoned her clit long enough to drool a long string of saliva onto her asshole, lubricating it a little. Then he placed his mouth over her puckered star and sucked, drawing her pucker open enough to place his tongue at the entrance and ease inward.

Rachel went wild, lifting her ass as if to present it to him from a better angle.

He inched in a little more and she cried out, "Ah . . . ah! Yes, eat it! Suck my shitter!"

Greta crawled over to them and began to finger Rachel's pussy; thereby heightening the psychiatrist's sensations as she wriggled and twisted, in fact did everything possible to garner the greatest penetration from both of her lovers. 

John began to lap at her ass and gradually made his way back to her pussy where he encountered Greta's hand and very sticky fingers.

He moved back to her rectum and renewed his tonguing and sucking. Greta deftly maneuvered herself so that she could perform similar actions on Rachel's' cunt. Rachel's entire body began to shake, and her mouth opened as if to scream. However, nothing came out. Never in her life had she experienced anything quite like this. It felt as if the nerve endings in her ass were on fire as John's tongue forced its way into her rectum. And Greta was extraordinarily skilled in giving head to another woman.

Fireworks started to go off in Rachel's head. Greta felt Rachel tense, and knew that she was close to her climax. She moved upward, pausing to pinch a nipple before pushing her tongue into Rachel's hungry mouth. Then, she pulled back and whispered, "Is he tonguing your ass?" It was a rhetorical question designed to excite. "I love it when a guy does that to me."

"Oh, my Gawwwwwd!" Rachel screamed. Greta held on tightly as the psychiatrist began to convulse in her arms. She pressed her lips to Rachel's again, and renewed her fingering of the woman's cunt.

John had a sense of what was happening and paid it no heed. He was relentless in his tonguing of her anus, using his finger when his tongue tired.

Rachel screamed into Greta's searching mouth, and her body stiffened. Waves of pleasure rushed wildly up and down her body. Her heart was pounding so fast she thought she was about to die, and didn't care.

Her two lovers continued their loving assault upon her lower orifices, so that as one climax ended another followed on its heels.

Both John's and Greta's mouths were filled with the deluge of Rachel's copious fluids. John's sucking mouth was deluged with Rachel's copious juices. He wanted to laugh aloud, but couldn't. Greta shared his thought momentarily, but quickly changed her mind, and abandoning Rachel's cunt, moved to John and kissed him.

When he opened his mouth to receive her tongue, a veritable pool of Rachel's juice came gushing out. Greta tried to swallow them, but was faced with an over abundance of fluids and had no recourse to allow a large amount to rush down her chin and onto her breasts. But she did prevail in the end, recapturing his mouth and trading the mix of saliva and cunt and ass juices with John until they both started to laugh, and that brought on a bout of coughing and swallowing the excess fluids.

John pulled away and looked up at the two women next to him. Rachel was in the final throes of her orgasm, and curled up in Greta's arms, whimpering happily with her eyes closed.

Greta glanced at John and snickered at his juice soaked face. She giggled happily when he pointed at hers, indicating that she shared his dilemma.

He signaled her that he was going to take a shower, and left the two women cuddling on the couch.

After some time, Greta quietly asked, "Was it good?"

"Oh, Jesus," Rachel whispered. "I never knew that it could be like that."

"We should get ready for him. He'll be back in a minute."

"Where did he go?" Rachel asked in a childish voice.

"To shower," she answered. "I'll take one too when he comes back. You suck him while I'm gone."

"You won't be long?"

"Oh, no, there's too much fun to be had here, baby."

John was back in short order, his erection prominently poised and ready for action. He was still fairly wet, not having toweled himself completely dry. Greta left immediately to shower, and Rachel opened her mouth to accept his bobbing cock.

She began to suck noisily as her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft. She pulled it out and smiled wantonly up at him.

"We haven't fucked yet" she murmured, and took him back feeling him glance off the roof of her mouth.

With a demonstration of willpower, he pulled her mouth from him, causing a loud pop. "I've got to fuck you!" he groaned, loud enough for Greta to hear from where she stood drying off in the shower.

Rachel was about as pliable as she'd ever been in her life and allowed him to arrange her on her hands and knees. She moaned when he gripped the cheeks of her ass, parting them. From off in the distance she heard Greta scampering back from the shower to join them on the bed.

John wet a finger and brought it to Rachel's hole. 

There were two moans, one from Greta and one from Rachel, as he slowly immersed his middle finger into her ass.

Rachel was having a difficult time catching her breath. Her head was spinning with excitement and her anus was pulsing as it tried to squeeze his finger. He increased his thrusting, and added a second finger to the first.

Rachel pushed her hips back at him, and at the same time realized that Greta had wriggled under her so that her pussy was within inches of Rachel's hungry mouth. Her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Eat her out!" John said commandingly.

Rachel quickly obeyed, going down on Greta.

John eased his fingers from Rachel's ass and, slowly and inextricably, pushed his thickened cock into her anus. Rachel had only had anal intercourse once before and it had not been a good experience. John didn't know this, thinking that her attendance at the orgy each month meant she had willingly taken cocks into every orifice of her body on an almost monthly basis.

Greta groaned happily as Rachel's tongue lapped at her pleasure spot.

Rachel braced herself, holding her breath even as she lapped away. Several more seconds elapsed before her little hole opened and swallowed the crown of his invasive prick. He bit his lip and pressed downward, his face showing a grimace of pleasure and concentration.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," Greta moaned, as she started her climax.

Hearing Greta's words as she was coming served to help Rachel's muscles relax, and John's prick surged into her. A loud moan escaped his lips when he felt his balls carom off the underside of her swollen sex lips. He knew that he was in as far as he could go.

"You're the best," he gasped, pausing to leave his thick member fully lodged within her ass.

"Huh?" Rachel responded dully; her heart was pounding, and her face was mashed against Greta's churning cunt.

"Oh, Christ, I can't believe how much I'm cumming," Greta sobbed. "Cum in her ass, baby! I wanna suck it all out of her. She's an angel when it comes to giving head!"

John began to fuck Rachel at a steady pace, gliding easily in and out of her steamy ass.

Greta wriggled away from Rachel's mouth to watch him surging into her friend's asshole. She couldn't control the urge to move in close and lick his balls, and after gauging his strokes, plied her tongue to his cock as it pistoned in and out of Rachel's asshole. 

Rachel fingers gripped the sheet as John pounded into her. The bed springs were creaking dangerously, threatening to collapse from the pounding they were taking.

Greta began to laugh inanely as she looked at Rachel's ass hole, which was stretched to what seemed an impossible width.

"I'm coming!" John bellowed.

"Yes, yes! Cum in me!" Rachel screamed as her anal walls collapsed around his squirting shaft, literally sucking his cum into her willing hole. She could feel his ejaculate scalding the walls of her shit tunnel as it was propelled from his engorged cockhead, when her own climax arrived.

The moment John's shit-flecked cock slipped from Rachel's asshole, Greta pounced upon her, locking her mouth to Rachel's colon and sucking furiously, while slipping two fingers into her cunt and fingering Rachel's pussy furiously.

The concept of having the woman eating her ass out while being fingered evoked another orgasm out of Rachel. And, as far as Greta was concerned, the mere sight of Rachel's gapingly stretched anus with cum seeping from it and onto her tongue, took her over the top, and she came, whimpering happily as she continued to apply her mouth and tongue to Rachel's rectum.

Rachel's eyes hooded over, and her groans of pleasure turned to short, hard gasps, and her body jerked as if she were having a seizure. 

Eventually, the room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of the three of them. John was gasping for breath. Greta lay on her stomach next to him, still squirming on the disheveled and badly stained couch. Rachel was slumped on the floor, her legs spread carelessly while she squeezed her right breast as if milking one last sensation from it.





Houston II Ch. 16



"One minute," someone called out across the room.

John saw his wife nod imperceptivity, as she acknowledged the remaining time left to her.

He also noted that Argie now had four fingers jammed into the brunette's ass and, she was still slavering hungrily at the woman's steamy cunt.

The brunette began to grunt, sounding very much like a pig. She threw her arms around Argie and hugged her tightly. 

Argie's mouth sucked even harder.

The brunette came again; the room was filled with the muskiness of her sex as Argie rolled away and would have fallen off the bed had John not rushed forward and broken her fall.

He held her close to him and, as if in a daze, Argie murmured, "John?"

"Yeah, baby, it's me."

"I wanna go home, now."

"We will, baby. Let's go find your clothes, okay?"

"Yeah, let's find my clothes. My God, where could they be?" she said despairingly, as the others crowded around the couple.

The brunette tried to get off the bed to hug Argie, but was unable to stand on her own two feet. Argie went to her, and hugged and then kissed her.

"You have the sweetest pussy," Argie told her.

"Thanks, I'd love to do you too. Wanna get together later?"

"Maybe next time?" Argie said with a warm smile. "My husband and I are about to leave . . . we have a sitter to contend with. I hope you understand."

"Of course I do," the brunette said. "My name is Meg, Meg Stoddard. And yours?"

"Argie Franck, Meg, and I am very happy to have met you. Do you go both ways?"

"Oh, yes. I love a good cock in me," Meg said quickly, and gave John a covert glance.

"This is my husband, John. I'm sure he'd love to screw your brains out. He seems to feel that way about most females."

"Does he now?" Meg took a moment to stare at John. He met her stare with a slight, challenging smile.

Meg answered her own question, saying, "I bet he could do it too."

"I'd be delighted to join the two of you sometime, but . . ." he directed his words to Argie, "only if Argie approves."

"You're nice," Meg said, "I mean, asking your wife's permission to fool around."

"I only ask when a friend of Argie's is involved. I don't want to step on any toes, if you know what I mean."

Meg looked from Argie to John and nodded approvingly.

"It could help one's marriage, I suppose."

"We can only hope," John told her and took Argie's elbow and began to steer her out of the room.

They found Argie's clothing, again, each garment neatly folded and left in a small pile with a name tag on top.

Argie dressed, and within minutes they were walking to their car. Both were thinking that maybe, just maybe this life-style might be manageable for the both of them.

John thought, 'With all the pussy available from the club, I can cut down on my constant searching for new blood.'

Argie was thinking, 'I know now that I love to fuck, and with not just one or two people. I can't wait until the next club meeting, and maybe John and I can get together with Meg next week.'

And so, we'll leave the Franck's this way . . . for now.

THE END

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