0 comments/ 14900 views/ 1 favorites Total Woman Clinic 01 By: bhuff Prologue: "Ouch! Godammit, Doc....that really hurts!" Dr Blood lowered Syd's calf and allowed his knee to bend down until it hung vertical off the end of the examination table. Dr Blood was doing a quick test to see if Syd's physical therapy sessions were helping with his flexibility. He had prescribed the exercise in lieu of orthoscopic surgery or steroid injections because he believed in the body's innate ability to heal itself, given the right motivation. "It seems there is very little progress these past few months. Have you been attending all your therapy sessions regularly?" "You know, Doc, the routines are getting really boring. I missed a few....well, maybe more than a few. Even the ones I attend are just perfunctory." "Well, you're going to get worse if you don't take the therapy seriously." Dr Blood paused to see any reaction from Syd. Finding none, he said "There might be a way to get you motivated. I have heard of a new clinic for sports and exercise injuries where the therapists use special motivational techniques not generally accepted within the industry. The clinic is effective, though quite expensive. You may get partial reimbursement through your insurance for the therapy sessions but absolutely not for the pricey required application fee and background check. If the background check discovers any unsavory indiscretions, you will not be accepted as a client. The substantial co-payment is due up front, in total, in cash, non-refundable. What do you think?" "The money's not a problem. What about timing?" "It's a one week intensive course of treatment. You will be housed at the facility for the duration. Pre-approval is a function of your past history and payment ability. Shall I get you in touch with them?" Syd shrugged. "Yeah, okay." Syd shuffled and limped through the entrance of a modern looking building pulling his wheeled overnight case. Dr Blood had been good to his word. The intensive therapy was scheduled for a week and Syd would be staying in an onsite guest suite. The application was extensive and expensive. The thorough background check had been approved. The seated receptionist greeted Syd and asked for photo ID. She perused her records as Syd perused her. She was buxom, wearing a tight white tee-shirt with TWC emblazoned in red block letters across her chest punctuated by two protruding dots under the shirt. She said "I'll need a copy of this." She stood and turned, bending over the low copier. She presented Syd with a view of her ass cheeks trying to bust out of a pair of silky green running shorts. The cameltoe couldn't be more evident. He couldn't avoid mouthing a silent 'Sorry' when she turned and caught him looking. She giggled and handed Syd his ID and a keycard. "There you go. You are staying in Room 201. The elevators are over there. Your first session is in an hour and someone will be by your room to pick you up in 45 minutes. Wear the exercise clothes laid out on your bed. Call me at '0' if you need anything. Any questions for now? No? Okay, good luck and hope you feel better soon." Monday: Mandy, Tandem Cycling Syd was in his room wearing the exercise outfit. The black bicycle-style shorts had a built in jock supporter beneath the zippered fly. A loose tank top and plain running shoes completed the outfit. The doorbell announced the arrival of his escort. He opened the door to a pretty young woman dressed similar to the receptionist. She was an indistinct mélange of heritage, olive skin, brown eyes and hair, mid height with toned legs and arms. Her wavy long hair was banded at the scalp into a full ponytail. Her chest displayed large rounded mounds beneath the tee-shirt. Syd stepped back to allow her entry. She extended her hand. "Hello, Syd, my name is Mandy. Monday is my weekly workday. I have read your file. We will start your therapy with some stationary cycling to loosen up those leg joints. But first, let me take you on a quick tour of our facility." Turning, she left the room, waited in the hallway until Syd locked his room. She took his hand and escorted him to the elevators. Mandy showed him how his key card gave him access to the rear elevator doors on the main floor. They walked out the rear elevator doors into a spacious room filled with exercise equipment, free weights, padded yoga floor and mirrored walls. No other patrons were present. Mandy led Syd in a circuit around the room pointing out the various furnishings. Through a door in the rear wall, they entered a swimming pool room with adjacent lockers, showers, whirlpool and large sauna. After exploring the facility, it was time to get down to work. Mandy ushered Syd to the stationary bicycle in the main room. "Let's get a baseline on the real strength and flexibility in your legs." Syd climbed aboard the cycle while Mandy checked some gauges and settings. On cue, Syd began a slow turn of the pedals. Mandy waited a minute for Syd to speed up but it wasn't happening. He continued to grind along at a lazy monotonous pace. She frowned. "Is that all you got?" Syd pedaled a little faster but not much. Mandy checked the gauges. "I think you're slacking it." "You sound like those other therapists. I didn't pay this much just to be hassled about giving more effort. I can read the gauges same as you. But this is boring and makes my legs hurt." "So, you need a different gauge of your effort, is that what I'm hearing? Something less boring?" Syd nodded. Mandy braced her hands on his shoulders, swung a leg over and seated her toned ass on his thighs. She leaned back against the handle bars facing him. Looking down at her chest, she asked "Can you make these puppies jiggle?" Syd pumped one slow rotation on the pedals. The motion of his thighs was transmitted through Mandy's ass and her captive boobs rolled one cycle side to side. Syd pumped a second cycle a little faster. Then he tried a couple in a row. Mandy sang out "They may be rocking, they might be rolling, but they sure ain't jiggling." Syd pedaled faster, no longer noticing any pain in his legs. His mind was focused on his new mission. Mandy didn't think Syd was pedaling fast enough. She said her boobs still weren't jiggling. "Not fair. How can they jiggle when they're held down by the shirt?" Mandy said "Okay, let's fix that." She pulled the tee-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor. Syd stared at a set of braless boobs looking better than any he had ever seen. They were soft and almost spherical with big dark nipples. His legs picked up the pace and the jellied mounds rippled. Amazingly, he found that by varying his pace, he could get different rhythms going in Mandy's boobs. He even got what he would describe as a jiggle, little waves in the liquidly flesh, reflecting back and forth across her chest. The bicycle speed gauge gave a small dinging sound. Mandy put her hands on Syd's shoulders and asked him to slow to a stop. She leaned sideways to read the cycle gauge, her boobs extending downward off her chest, nipples rubbing his arm that still gripped the handlebar. Mandy straightened back up. "Congratulations. You achieved a speed faster than I preset for you. It was more than I thought you could do this first time out. Part of our therapy is rewarding good behavior in our patients. Are you ready for a reward?" Syd paused, "I not sure....." "Let me check." Mandy unbuckled Syd's shorts, unzipped the fly and spread the sides. His semi-hard cock saw the light of day. "Almost ready, but not quite" she said. Her hand wrapped the shaft and gently squeezed and stroked. Syd released the handlebars and held on the sides of the seat as he tilted against the cycle's backrest. Mandy gave him time to get harder, using one finger to rub the knob's slit whenever her fist topped out. Mandy released his cock as she stood astride his thighs. She pulled hidden Velcro tabs on the sides of her shorts and removed the garment like a loincloth. She scooted forward on Syd's thighs until their bare groins touched. Syd's hands moved from gripping the backrest's side handles to gripping and fondling Mandy's boobs. Mandy smiled and cooed a little at his touch. He thumbed her nipples. He used one hand to reach under and check her cunt lips for lubrication and found them oily and wet. He pushed up to signal her to lift. With space now available, he held his shaft erect and aimed it for her core. Mandy slid down easily and buried Syd to the root. Syd now cooed. Mandy pressed her breasts into Syd's chest and rolled them fore and aft as she began a long slow up and down motion on his shaft. Every inch of their connected genitals was polished in the act. Mandy put her arms around Syd's neck and hugged him tighter. Syd's breathing quickened. He put his hands on her ass and guided a quicker stroke. She leaned around his head and tongued his inner ear. Syd felt his prostate spasm, sending sperm barreling up his inner tube and bursting into Mandy's cunt. Mandy felt it spraying her insides and swooned, rubbing her cheek against Syd's ear and panting loudly as her vagina pulsed as well. Dwelling in the post-spasms, Syd and Mandy stayed locked together. Mandy lightly rubbed the hairs on Syd's neck and stirred herself to un-mount. Syd at first resisted but his flaccid tool slipped from her tube. Syd lay collapsed in the cycle seat. Mandy rose and gave Syd a helping hand off the cycle. She carefully re-zipped his fly and buckled the snap. She donned her retrieved shorts and tee-shirt. Syd's legs were a little shaky so she put his arm around her neck and helped him to the elevator. His limp arm let his hand hang over and brush her boob. Mandy looked, smiled but didn't remove it. It swung and flopped around her nipple as she walked Syd to the elevator and the ride up to his guest residence floor. Delivering Syd to his room, she drew a bath and placed Syd in the water. "You should soak your legs in the warm water for 30 minutes. Do you think you can manage that? I go off duty soon. I will tell the staff to check on you and you can order room service for your evening meal." Syd said he would be okay. Later, relaxing in bed, he wondered what tomorrow would bring. Total Woman Clinic 02 Syd had recovered nicely since yesterday. He rode the elevator by himself down to the Main Floor and used his keycard to open the elevator rear doors into the private therapy facility. Waiting there stood a Hispanic beauty wearing the standard Total Woman Clinic booty shorts and tee-shirt uniform. Her brown eyes and wavy dark hair highlighted a very attractive face carrying a bright smile. Her chest was more athletic than Mandy's carrying cone shaped boobs topped with visible points centered on the translucent clues of large areolas. "Hi, Syd, my name is Juanita. I work Tuesdays so I will be your therapist today. Yesterday you provided an acceptable leg strength and flexibility baseline. We will continue with work on your upper body." Juanita led Syd to the Free Weights area with its various lifting benches. After a light warm up of high stepping and sit ups, she directed Syd to lay back on a bench press. She handed him some bar bells and Syd performed three sets of increasingly heavier arm length butterflies. Next, Syd performed reclining outstretched bicep curls. Juanita stood behind Syd's head, leaning over with her face looking down and boobs hanging down inside the tee-shirt. She used her out stretched arms to guide and assist him to maintain a smooth curling motion. At the bottom of the rep, her cotton covered nipples would brush his face, but only if Syd's hands went fully down on the rep. Finally, Syd could not lift the weights another rep and Juanita helped him place the weights on the floor. In full lean, her breasts squashed briefly into his face, momentarily stopping his breath. Syd did not mind. He had just completed a strenuous chest muscle circuit without complaint. "Let's go over to the chair lift for upper back exercises." Syd sat in the sliding chair beneath the fixed hand bars. Syd began to lift his body with the assistance of the internal springs and weights that reduced the lifting effort to less than his full body weight. After some easy repetitions, Juanita adjusted a spool but the resistance did not increase. Juanita checked a few gears and declared "There's something wrong with the machine again. It sometimes does this. We'll have to improvise." She adjusted the machine to an easier lift and climbed onto Syd's lap facing outward. Her warm soft silk encased ass settled over Syd's groin. Syd tried a lift and realized that Juanita had balanced the machine's assist to account for her added weight. It was only slightly more difficult to pull their combined weight upwards. Syd went through several repetitions. In the far mirror, he enjoyed the view of Juanita's chubby cameltoe as her legs straddled his in a virtual reverse cowgirl. On one lift, Syd pulled too quickly and Juanita bounced and almost fell off. The action stopped briefly as Juanita reseated facing Syd. He now stared in the mirror at her wonderful ass as he felt the cameltoe buried over his newly tumescent cock inside his shorts. Juanita held on lightly with her arms around his neck, her boobs jiggling a little against his chest. Syd lost count of the repetitions and didn't care. Finally, even Syd's new found stamina wavered and they ended that exercise. Juanita brought Syd back to the reclining bench for abdominal work. Syd performed a couple sets of crunches but Juanita wanted Syd to pull higher in the lifts. Syd appeared to try but didn't lift his back far off the bench. Juanita frowned and Syd shrugged as if to say 'That's all I can do.' Juanita said "Let's try something else." She stood astride Syd's pelvis and leaned over putting her hands either side of the bench. Her boobs dangled down in the shirt about a foot above Syd's chest. "Squish 'em" she said. Syd gripped his hands tighter behind his head, clamped his abdominals and lifted his chest upwards. On the first rep, he barely touched the tee-shirted points. On the next rep he felt the nipples give a little while rep three crinkled the fabric. Syd set his mind to the task and grunted as he lifted his chest until it pushed substantially on Juanita's soft breasts. Getting into the meat of the matter, Syd performed increasingly higher lifts until he was squashing Juanita's breasts so much that he was actually lifting her torso with the force of his lifts. Juanita did not move her treasures higher during the reps; Syd was encouraged by the fairness to complete his abdominal exercises. But despite the fun, Syd eventually wore down and had to stop. Juanita said "That was good, Syd. We will stop now for the day. You have been a very enthusiastic patient and we always reward good performance. Do you want a treat before we end for the day?" Syd nodded like an eager schoolboy at the ice cream counter. With that, she grabbed the hem of the tee-shirt and pulled it over her head. The shirt collar pulled up across her face and her hair swayed and settled as she pealed the tee-shirt behind her and dropped it on the floor. Syd had been watching the translucent nipples and points under the cotton fabric all afternoon and had felt the softness of the masses during the chair lifts and abdominal presses. The uncovered mounds were everything that he had imagined and more. The areolas were large and dark with pimply little dots around the edge of the circumferences. The center nubs were darker and stiff. Syd reached up to fondled the exquisite prizes. Juanita placed a light hand on his chest and said "No, no, you have done enough work for the day. I'll take it from here." She popped the snap on his shorts and unzipped the fly. Reaching in, she extracted his hardening cock. She grabbed the waistband and, scooting back, drew Syd's shorts down and off his legs. Rising halfway back, she lay over his groin and pressed her boobs around the shaft. Juanita started long linear motions fully along the shaft. Syd was becoming very good at taking orders. He lay still and closed his eyes, reveling in the warm friction caressing his nerve filled knob. Juanita saw Syd's eyelids twitch as he shut everything out of his mind except her efforts. She decided to up the ante. Juanita curled her head down, laying her hair across his stomach and kissed Syd's knob each time it jutted through her cleavage. Syd matched the bet with whimpers on each smooch. Getting that kind of reaction, Juanita raised the stakes again. On one long stroke, she pulled the knob inside her mouth and tongued under the rim. Syd moaned. Juanita raised her head, moved back, plunged down and swallowed Syd deep. Now, Juanita and Syd were literally "all-in". Juanita quickened the pace until Syd arched his back and gathered his pot of cum into Juanita's mouth. He saw fiery hearts and diamonds spark around inside his clenched eyelids. Syd straighten his back down to the bench. Juanita held his shrinking cock inside her mouth, giving it gentle suckles between cum swallows. Syd's cock deflated and finally she let it go. Syd opened his eyes and saw a topless, smiling Juanita hovering over him. "You okay?" Syd was too chocked for words but nodded. Juanita helped him sit up. "Stay here, I'll be right back." Syd did not want her to leave and was too weak to follow, so again, he followed orders. Juanita returned with a bathrobe and helped Syd don it and walk to the elevator. Still topless, she pressed the buttons and rode and walked him to his guest room. She stood him in the shower and turned on the water. Dropping her shorts and kicking off her sneakers, she joined him. She washed him from top to bottom, shampooing his hair and scrubbing his back, legs and the bottoms of his feet. Syd just stood holding the handicap handles as she worked. The soap swirls and warm water rinses felt great. He noticed his ardor returning; so did Juanita. She cradled his cock in her palm and curled fingers around it. The fleshy tube elevated to a horizontal stance. Juanita stroked smoothly and gently until Syd gripped the chrome handles with white knuckles and painted cum lines on the tiled walls. Syd was in bed and Juanita was standing next to him, still topless but with her shorts and sneakers back on. "I have to get my top from the gym and go off shift. You have been a very good boy today. Please continue to work those abs and upper body. I know you will be feeling better soon." She kissed her finger tips and tapped his lips. Turning she left the room. Syd thought '...feeling better soon?' Damn, I feeling pretty good right now. What's next? Total Woman Clinic 03 Syd stood in the swimming pool room. It smelled of chlorine and blue green glimmers splashed across the walls as the aqua tinged water rippled. He heard bare wet footsteps slapping across the pool deck and turned in their direction. An athletic looking African female approached. Her hair was bunned atop her head by a bandana which was all the clothes she wore. She walked to Syd stark naked and extended her hand. Her skin color, everywhere, was dark chocolate. Her muscles beneath looked lean and toned, as would be expected of an avid swimmer. She stood as tall as Syd in her bare feet making easy confident eye contact. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest, conically shaped with little sag. "Syd, I'm Wandah. I work Wednesdays. I am the water aerobics and swimming exercise therapist. As you can see, I find swimwear constricting. It's unnecessary and I want you to have that same freedom of movement. Let's get you out of your shorts." Wandah stood close to Syd as he unbuckled the shorts. She helped him spread the panels and then kneeled to lower the shorts off his legs. Standing back, she gave his chest a sudden shove and he fell backward into the tepid water with a splash. His head came above water just as another splash announced that Wandah was in the pool with him. His vision cleared to see her draw up next to him. Her hair had little beads of water speckled like white jewels around the fuzzy knot atop her head. When they stood, the water was chest deep on Syd and nipple deep on Wandah. At his side, Wandah put one hand behind Syd's head, another under his butt and raised him to a prone face up floating position. She slowly lowered her support until only Syd's toes, cock and face broke the surface; the rest of his body was submerged. She took away his support and Syd floated freely in the water. "Learn to arch your back a little and accept the water's buoyancy. You will need to rest periodically during water exercises and this position will help you do it." Next, Wandah put Syd through some standard swimming strokes that would exercise all the different muscle groups. Syd knew how to swim but Wandah followed along the pool side critiquing his form as he swam laps under her coaching eye. As time passed, Syd began to feel the aches in his muscles from the exertions. Syd stopped and sat on the pool steps at the shallow end of the pool. Wandah came down to sit beside him. The water was waist deep. Syd stretched his legs out trying to relieve the little cramps developing in his thigh and calf muscles. Wandah descended the steps and grasped one ankle pulling out and up. Syd lay back on the steps and Wandah cradled his heel against her breasts bone as she lifted the leg and stretched the rear thigh and buttocks. She massaged the inner leg from knee to groin to help the muscles stretch. Syd's cock began to stretch all by itself. Nothing escaped Wandah's perceptive gaze. She lowered that leg and similarly raised and rubbed the other. Syd's cock raised higher as well. "I think we need some heat therapy on these legs. Follow me." Wandah grasped Syd's hand and led him to the Jacuzzi hottub next to the pool. Seating him in the bubbles, she sat beside him, rested his legs on her lap and continued to massage his legs. Several strokes went long and rubbed against Syd's full erection. Wandah stopped the massage and abandoning all pretext, climbed up and straddled Syd's lap. Syd remembered how previous sessions had progressed and took his cue from Wandah's act. He leaned in and licked Wandah's left nipple. He captured the nub gently in his teeth and worried her tit around in little circles. His hand rose to grip the other tit as Wandah laid her arms across Syd's shoulders. She ground her pussy lips against his cock. When Syd was sufficiently hard, Wandah lifted her hips and lowered her cunt down completely over Syd's hard on. She hugged his head and pulled his nose into her cleavage. Ned closed his eyes and reveled in the warmth of her cunt and breasts. Syd gave a push up with his hips and Wandah returned his one move. Syd pushed again and Wandah responded in kind. Syd could not get his feet planted for leverage so engaged his abdomen and butt muscles into a cock pistoning motion which Wandah rewarded move for move. Syd understood that Wandah was making him exercise his lower core; if he wanted to bring about a climatic conclusion to their exercise program today he needed to get busy. Challenge accepted, Syd concentrated all his effort on the expected cyclic bounces. He hugged her body to his. His legs floated free in the bubbling water. Wandah's nipples caressed his face when she added sideways moves of her tits as a bonus to Syd's up and downs in her cunt. Incredibly, despite the extensive struggle, Syd felt his ardor and the familiar tingling begin to grow in his groin. Wandah heard his breathing change and prepared herself for her part of the ultimate action. As Syd breath caught in his throat and he growled, Wandah clamped her vaginal muscles hard, almost blocking the sperm flow but not quite. Syd felt his prostate crushed by his ejaculate muscles as they forced the impeded sperm out his urethra. Wandah felt the ropes burst into her cavity and laid her chin atop Syd's head, beaming with the pleasurable feeling. Syd clung to her as his head cleared. Wandah held him close, rubbing his head and upper back cooing "Good boy, good boy." Wandah climbed off Syd and out of the hottub. She helped Syd to get on his feet and standing upright on the pool deck. She retrieved his shorts and carried them under her arm as she walked him to his guest room. Showering him and then toweling him off, she got him into bed and called room service to order his supper. Responsibilities completed, Wandah leaned over and kissed his cock, then turned and left the room. Syd lay back and dreamed of what awaited him on the next dawn. Total Woman Clinic 04 Ned heard footsteps coming across the padded floor. An Oriental woman approached. "Hello, Syd. I am Fujiko, the aerobics therapist here at Total Woman Clinic. I see you have completed muscle strength and toning sessions. I will teach you balance, control and stamina. Let's start with some warmups. Follow me." Fujiko began a jogging circuit of the room. Syd followed, admiring the fit butt dancing in the silky shorts. Soon Syd was warmed up but had lost some breath with the exertion. Running was followed by jumping jacks and jump rope, both of which bounced Fujiko's somewhat moderate braless breasts around inside her tee-shirt. Fujiko rotated in place as she jumped rope, giving Syd an all side view. Syd performed high steps in place kneeing Fujiko's hands which never wavered from Syd's waist level. Fujiko demonstrated a simple somersault, her silky covered butt rolling over her curled body. She landed and sprung up into a high wide armed stance. Syd followed and Fujiko spent some time getting his rolls straight and him finishing with enough momentum for a full stand. Fujiko demonstrated back flips. Syd shook his head and took a pass. Head stands followed. Syd was not very balanced. As he wobbled, Fujiko would run giggling to that side and catch his fall, clutching his legs to her soft breasts beneath the tee shirt. She righted him and he would try again. Later, Fujiko strode backwards on the balance beam as Syd walked forward with arms waving trying to keep his balance. They fooled around at sparring and boxing, which Syd enjoyed. He would hook and swipe; she would duck under the swings and playfully tap him under the chin to show that she was more agile and quicker. Some kickboxing moves allowed Syd's shins to connect with her legs but she took the blows with retreating blocks; the hits never got too much energy behind them. They did a little grappling but Syd was much heavier and repeatedly got Fujiko on her back in surrender position. He took those opportunities to rub his shorts covered cock against her silk covered pussy. The session had gone on for a long time and Fujiko decided to bring the exercises to completion. Syd did some final pushups with Fujiko laying on top, pressing her boobs into his back. Syd watched as Fujiko demonstrated leg splits, wondering if she could drop down like that on an erect penis. He took another pass on that exercise. They cooled down with some light stretching to keep the blood moving, extracting the burnt calorie wastes from the muscles. Seated, Syd realized that he had just completed his most strenuous workout since he was injured. The session ended and Fujiko accompanied a tuckered Syd back to his room. Syd stripped off his shorts and entered the shower. Fujiko stripped and followed him. She had spun her long dark hair into a head top bun held with chopsticks. Fujiko soaped and wiped the dried sweat and cares from his body. She placed a stool in the stall and Syd sat as she shampooed his hair. With her wet boobs pressing his back, she reached around and grasped his now tumescent shaft. Rather than stroke the shaft, she put two fingers and her thump around the knob and corona, lightly massaging the nerve endings. Syd clutched her arm and drew her around to face his front. She straddled his lap and her pussy rubbed up and down the front of his shaft. Syd placed both hands under her butt, lifted her bodily, aimed his cock and settled Fujiko onto his erection. She planted her feet on the shower floor and assisted Syd in moving up and down his shaft. She was quite tight. His corona's underside was constantly stimulated as it moved along her channel. He thought he could feel the knot of her G spot passing his knob at each mid-stroke. She pressed her spongy breasts into his chest. Things were definitely progressing towards a conclusion much to the partners liking. Fujiko rubbed Syd's neck and he kneaded her ass cheeks with each lift. They were making counter synchronous moans, each louder than their partner's previous one. This overture was limbering up to a crashing crescendo, their hearts were the drumbeat and their cries were the melody. Syd launched his essence into Fujiko, four chords of white liquid, bathing her interior. Finally the curtain came down and they clung to each other, the shower sounding its ovation. They were too exhausted to move as the warm water spray slowly cooled them down. It was evening; Fujiko had stayed over. She was cuddled in Syd's arm as he toyed with her nipple and she gently stroked his cock. They lay in bed, quiet. Finally, Syd reached his other hand over and doused the lights. Fujiko rolled to lay her breasts into Syd's side and fell asleep. Syd did likewise. Fujiko's hand remained resting on his cock. In the night, Syd felt a stirring and Fujiko was moving down his torso. She laid her head sideways on his abdomen and pecked her tongue to the tip of his dick. Her hair was loose now and draped over her head and his groin. The sensations Syd was feeling were wonderful as Fujiko suckled his knob. She remained slow and deliberate in her caresses. Syd had grown to full size and suddenly he discharged, a light flow that emitted his essence without an overwhelming orgasm but pleasant in its own right. Fujiko held him in her mouth until he returned to flaccid. At the crack of dawn, Fujiko was climbing out of the bed. "I must go now. You get some more rest." She leaned in and kissed Syd for the first time. Then she departed his room. Syd slept alone for a while longer. It was dawn of a new day. What next? Total Woman Clinic 05 Syd lay on the massage table face down butt naked. Frieda, a statuesque Nordic woman, expertly kneaded his back muscles. Her clasps of his skin and subdural flesh seemed agonizingly harsh. But whenever Syd reached the point of complaint, she sensed him flinch and pulled back just at the brink of pain, maintaining suitable compression. "You are very tense today, Syd. I will try not to hurt you but I feel many knots deep in your muscles. That often happens because our program is demanding. We maintain a pace that gets you through the complete program in one week. Deep muscle massages balance the program's robustness with the available time." Syd accepted Frieda's explanation and endured the process with élan. He had no reason to question the results achieved so far this week. The exercises had done more good in a few days than other therapies had achieved all last year. And they were sure as hell more satiating. Frieda turned him over. She performed the same muscle wrenching compression on his front as she had on his back. Syd still felt near pain as Frieda worked him over. Her large hands were driven by the large muscles in her forearms rippling as she rubbed and pressed over Syd's body. She finally stopped and stood back. Syd forced himself to relax into the towels atop the massage table and closed his eyes. Frieda smiled and fingered the hem of her tee-shirt. She knew the routine and approached Syd. Frieda coughed his attention. Syd opened his eyes. She slowly drew the tee-shirt up and off. Her large, no...massive, breasts hung with a little sag and jiggled mildly. Syd watched Frieda's large, no...massive, hands approach his cock. Syd remembered the near painful muscle compressions and thought of the sensations Frieda's hands might give him. Syd quickly covered his flaccid cock with his hands and said "I not really feeling it. The massage was great but has left me tired and drained. I would prefer to skip any more activity. I need to get to my room and rest." Frieda took it all in stride. He wasn't the first to react as such and she was a professional. Manipulation sex of her clients didn't give her any relief so she wasn't missing anything. Syd climbed off the table. Frieda gave him a towel to wrap his waist and escorted him to the elevator. Syd rode to his floor and went to his room. The walk got his blood moving to the right places and despite the rough treatment of his muscles he now felt quite relaxed and energetic. After a quick shower, he ordered a light room service supper. The doorbell rang and Syd answered it wrapped in the waist towel. He was surprised to see the receptionist from the first day pushing the food service cart. "Hello, we meet again. My name is Fergie. The kitchen staff member called in sick so I am covering her evening shift. You're the only resident tonight, so it's not too bad." She took the dishes from the cart and placed his meal on the eating area table. Each time she bent to the tasks, Syd was re-introduced to the cameltoe in her shorts. Syd sat in his towel while Fergie put a napkin in his lap. She poured a glass of wine and Syd invited her to pour one for herself and sit awhile. They chatted while Syd ate. Fergie explained that she was a graduate of a progressive college called the Total Woman Academy, was attending physical therapy graduate school and interning at the Total Woman Clinic. The clinic combined her study of physical therapy with her previous exposure to sexual therapy. Syd listened attentively but Fergie could see him eyeing her breasts with the translucent nipples under her uniform tee-shirt. She accepted his gaze with poise, subtly laughing harder than necessary which put her boobs in wiggle mode whenever she did. Syd finished his coffee and dessert. He pushed back his chair but Fergie popped up and laid a hand on his lap to remove the napkin, brushing his groin. Syd remained seated. Fergie cleared the table, again bending into as many tasks as possible, offering Syd many closeups of her cameltoed shorts. Table cleared and cart repacked, she parked it just inside the door. Returning to the seated Syd, she stood close and said "Is there anything more I can do for you tonight?" Syd looked straight ahead at the eye level cameltoe. "Anything?" Fergie repeated. Syd continued to mutely stare and then looked up at Fergie's face. She said "It's okay, go ahead." Syd raised his hands to her inner thighs, rubbing the soft skin. Recalling the mechanics of the uniform shorts, he explored the outsides near the waist band and discovered the closures. Accompanied by the familiar tearing sound of Velcro strips, Syd pulled the shorts open and down Fergie's legs. Syd no longer faced a cameltoe but a full lipped vagina with all its colors, smells and evident dampness. His hands returned to the center of his focal attention and spread the outer lips to view the pink inner folds. He used his thumbs to rub little circles around the opening. The inner lips swelled and became a darker pink as the blood engorged them. He could smell Fergie's arousal and noted the increased dampness escaping the vaginal tube. Syd leaned in and nuzzled the moist flesh with his nose, then lifted his chin to touch his protruding tongue to the wetness. He experimented with tender swipes. Syd considered Fergie's flavor to be salty sweet with musky overtones. Syd broke off his taste test to stand. He cupped Fergie's cheeks in his hands and kissed her. Fergie responded invitingly, protruding her own tongue to taste a lingering hint of herself in Syd's mouth. She stepped back and gracefully lifted the hem of her uniform tee-shirt, pulling it over her head, swishing her ponytail before it settled again down her back. Syd did not take time to examine the exposed breasts. He scooped Fergie into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her face up, he hovered over her as she search inside his waist towel for the hardening cock. Syd aided the efforts by removing the inhibiting garment. Fergie lay gazing up at Syd's face as she stroked the cock's length. Syd examined his newest discoveries. He placed his hands around each of Fergie's boobs and squeezed, not hard like Frieda might, but a kneading action that was both firm and gentle. He ran his index fingers across the nipple's top rose and ivory boundary. The center nubs obediently hardened and he captured them between thumb and finger, twisting and pulling just enough to make the jellied supporting mounds ripple. Putting fingers down the sides, he fluttered them making larger ripples bounce around in the playful flesh. His hand swept down her abdomen, going all the way to cup her vulva. He inserted his middle finger in the moist opening, rooting around, seeking her G spot. A quick breath from Fergie announced that he had found his target. He lightly caressed it with his finger pad until Fergie's breath sharpened and her face flushed. Indecisive, Syd wondered whether to quit or continue. He continued and Fergie arched her back and cried out. Syd kept his hand tight against her vulva and his finger embedded, waiting until Fergie relaxed her back and regained her breath. Although Fergie still gripped Syd's cock, she had somehow managed to maintain hand control and not injure him. Syd removed her hand from his cock. He moved himself to between her legs and lifted her knees up and out with two fingers under each one. He dipped down and ran his coarse tongue once, slowly up the entire length of her gash. He continued the upward move, stretching his body above hers. Coming face to face, he dipped his head and kissed deeply, letting her again taste herself on his lips. Holding the lip lock, Fergie reached between their groins and placed Syd for insertion. Syd lifted his face just above hers and they locked eyes. Syd pushed the head halfway in leaving the rim still exposed outside her. He jabbed small taps, massaging her outer lips. Fergie suppressed a moan. Syd pushed further, far enough to get the rim just inside. He push-pulled, stimulating the lips with his corona. Fergie didn't suppress this moan as she had the one before but it was subtle none the less. Syd pushed further still. His shaft was half in and the crown found her G spot. Push-pulls garnered a louder moan from Fergie and her eyes dilated. Syd reared back before springing in and burying his cock as deep as it would go into Fergie. He felt her flesh covered pubis bone meet his flesh covered pubis bone and he squiggled around to massage her upper vaginal nerves. Simultaneously, the tip of Syd's dick massaged Fergie's cervix and they both felt the sensations of the contact. Syd made one, two, three butts against her cervix and bone, then a long full stroke almost withdrawing the swollen shaft completely. Buried again, he gave it one, two, three more bumps and another withdrawal. Each long stroke massaged Fergie's G spot twice, once coming out and once again travelling in. Fergie's wasn't moaning any more, or at least 'moan' didn't describe the staccato bursts of breath she was making. Syd liked the sound and it encouraged him onward. Finally, as he tried to withdraw a long stroke, something happened and he stayed buried despite his movement. Fergie's back arched and her hips joined his upswing as she screamed out in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. Syd simply hung on, suspended, supported by her. Fergie came down from the ecstatic peak. Syd laid still, his cock still swollen and buried. His cock tingled but he was not ready to ejaculate just yet. He began the three count and stroke rhythm again. Before long, the deep massages had Fergie peaking again and Syd paused again and waited her out. But his cock now tingled more and he felt ready. The rhythm was repeated yet again but this time, as Fergie lifted her hips in ecstasy, Syd joined her, stayed buried and pulsed his sperm deep into her snatch. The partners collapsed in a heap on the mattress, too drained to immediately decouple. They dozed. Syd awoke in the night hours to find himself spooned into Fergie's back. One hand cupped her breasts and the other her vulva. His nose was covered by her hair which smelled of an indistinct fruity fragrance. His flaccid cock was lodged between her ass cheeks. Becoming aware of his naked position against her naked back, Syd's cock responded with new growth. The stirring of Syd's cock stirred Fergie awake in turn. She reached down under his hand, lifted her top leg and drew Syd's extended cock head along her pussy lips, lowering her leg and trapping the shaft in her warm crevasse. Syd gave a few pushes and the tip and shaft massaged her lips and high thigh inside flesh. Neither partner expected this to gain much but it felt good. After some time, the movement stopped as they dozed off again. Dawn broke its soft light into Syd's room. He awoke alone. The food cart was gone and he sensed a faint smell of fruity fragrance on his pillow. Another day at the Total Woman Clinic was about to begin. Total Woman Clinic 06 Syd stood wearing only his exercise shorts on his towel covered yoga mat in the yoga studio. Sati stood facing him. Strands of her bun-tied straight black hair framed a symmetric face set off by the highlighted almond shaped eyelids. Her pupils were bright blue-green, unusual for a Hindustani female. Her genetics had probably been infused by an ancestor's past cross culture contact, now remembered fondly by a British colonial officer retired in a London dinner club. She wore light wraps of colorful cloths, folded in ways that both hid and hinted at the supple body beneath. Sati had her hands pressed palm to palm in front, fingers pointed up, with eyes focused straight ahead to the wall behind Syd. Syd was trying to focus beyond Sati but his eyes kept flitting to the female body before him. Sati's face did not change expression as only her lips moved, quietly saying over the background music "Empty your mind and think of nothing. We are seeking complete relaxation. Follow my directions. We will arrive at a greater revelation than the one you have now where you simply undress me with your eyes." Syd thought 'Busted!' He resettled and tried again. 'How do you think of nothing?' He pressed his palms harder and focused on the compression of his hands. Sati broke pose and walked behind Syd, reaching around to adjust the position of his hands. Syd felt the sari cloth brush his back and her hips rub his butt. She returned to her place and told Syd to follow her moves. Their palms remained folded together as they reached high and back. Syd watched with his lower peripherals as Sati's breasts strained the sari's top and presented two rounded pyramids of flesh riding skyward on her bowed chest. They leaned completely over, touching hands to floor near feet. Syd used his upper peripherals to spy big cleavage as Sati's breasts moved from mounted up pose to dangle downward within the drooping sari top. After several repetitions, Sati moved Syd into warrior pose. A week ago, this position with bent legs would have had Syd howling with pain. Amazingly, he easily assumed the pose and Sati adjusted his elbows and knees into a deeper hold. Her touch on his bare skin was distracting, to say the least. Syd reversed to left and right several times before his legs quivered with the exertion. Sati seated Syd cross legged on the floor, the classic lotus pose. Syd was unable to get his knees wide out. Sati knew why; the shorts were too confining. She had Syd break pose and stand. Kneeling before him, she unclasped the waistband and removed Syd's shorts. She reseated Syd in lotus and now he was able to lower his knees almost to the floor on either side. Sati crawled forward and lightly placed her hips astraddle Syd's legs and gently sat down. The assisting weight opened his hips further and his knees touched the mat. His groin felt the stretch and it was somewhat uncomfortable. Syd was staring at the covered breasts before him. Sati read his thoughts. She placed her arms resting straight on Syd's shoulders and whispered "Go ahead." Syd raised his hands and the sari was slowly unwrapped. After several revolutions around Sati's torso, Syd beheld the once hidden treasures. The smooth skin was ivory. His thumbs brushed the rose colored discs. The nubs responded with growth. Syd remembered that his groin muscles had been strained but felt none of that now. Sati moved her feet behind Syd's back, crossing the ankles. Pulling her body closer, she touched his cock with her pubis and gave a small hip roll, rubbing her cunt lips against his growing cock. Syd found that the bottom sari had ridden up and was simply wrapped around her otherwise bare hips. Sati continued to roll her cunt against his cock and Syd became erect. Sati hugged her breasts tight into Syd's chest. Syd hugged her back. Gaining leverage, she raised her hips until she felt his tip against her opening. She lowered a little until the rim of Syd's cock head was barely inside her entrance and stopped there. Syd felt a pulse as Sati used her gifted vaginal muscles to clamp and unclamp the trapped knob. "Clear your mind of all but the feelings I am providing you." Syd complied and concentrated on her manipulation of his cock. After a few minutes, Syd felt his groin clench and relax. Sati moved lower and Syd slid deeper into mindlessness as his cock slipped deeper into Sati. She now gave two separate pulses: one mid shaft with the previously employed entrance muscle and a second one higher on the embedded knob. Sati varied the timing, sometimes giving two pulls on the bottom before one on the top. She varied the rate of clamps as well and even during the surprise of the changed rhythms, Syd stayed in his calm mental bliss. Syd felt his groin again clench and relax. Sati moved lower, fully embedding his cock in her throbbing channel. She now used four muscle sets: the entrance, mid shaft, deeper on the crown and a fourth pushing downward on the top of the knob. Sati set up a progression and frequency that now milked Syd's cock. The pulse travelled from base to top, increasing in speed. Syd felt a tingling in his toes. It travelled up his legs, through his groin, into his abdomen and chest and made his face flush. He groaned, breath quickening, felt his throat constrict as he shot his first cum hard against Sati's cervix. Three more followed and Syd definitely was mindless as he watched sparks dazzle beneath his closed eye lids. Syd slowly regained semi-consciousness as he felt Sati's hands lightly rub his back. "Have you returned to me in this world?" Sati whispered. Syd nodded. "Good. Three orgasms the first time is pretty good. With practice, that will increase. You can learn to have many orgasmic spasms within one sexual session, ejaculating only on the final time, hopefully after satisfying your partner. Would you like that?" Syd nodded even harder. Sati dismounted and helped Syd lay prone on his back on the mat. She placed a small cloth over his eyes, blocking out the light. She positioned his hands palms up tucked at his side, feet heels together toes angled out and head tilted high to allow a gap between his neck and the mat. The eye cover was scented with lavender and strawberries, an unusual but intriguing combination. Syd felt Sati kneel beyond his head. She placed two fingers on each temple and slowly rotated massages into the hollows. "Concentrate on relaxing your muscles, starting with the feet and moving up the body." Syd wiggled his toes and stopped. He forced his calves and thighs to release any tension. Sati continued the temple massage. He realized he was unconsciously clenching his abdomen and consciously released the tension there. Then his chest and arms lay limp. Syd's breathing eased off. Sati expanded the temple massage to include the sides of his head and ear lobes and bases. Syd's mind was calm but registered a throb in his cock and he realized that his body had diverted his energies to his groin. Sati already knew what was going to happen. She slowed the caresses to a halt. Syd felt her move to his side. She positioned the growing organ to align with his navel. Sati cradled the swollen cock in her palm and brushed the knob with her thumb. Using both hands, she slid back and forth along the shaft. Syd stayed absolutely still letting Sati provide the strokes. The tingling returned to areas of his body that he had forced to relax. Swiftly, the tingling intensified. Syd groaned. Sati knew the progression of the unfolding events and raised his cock to vertical, continuing the strokes. At the pinnacle of Syd's groans, she leaned over, covered his knob with her mouth and received his discharge. Syd lay still as Sati caressed his whole body. "The relaxation and meditation techniques of my culture can give you this ability to cum often and recover quickly. Please treat them with respect and only use them in loving situations with someone special. Okay?" Syd nodded under the eye cover. It seemed a reasonable request. Total Woman Clinic 07 Syd sat inside the sauna, wrapped in a waist towel, sweating profusely. The hot rocks crackled in a basket in the corner. The walls were ringed with two tiers of cedar benches and a long, broad squat slatted table was positioned in the center. He had finished 30 minutes inside and the heat timer had expired to let the room begin its cool down. The door opened and Syd's six therapists entered the room. Each beauty had her hair wrapped in a white head towel. Another towel was tucked across the top of her breasts and hung down to mid-thigh. None of them said a word as they took seats arrayed around the room. Nodding to the others, Mandy, the cycling specialist, climbed down to the center of the room and removed her body towel, draping it across the low table in the center. Her breasts swayed as she took a step up on the bench towards Syd and gently grasped his hand, pulling him to climb down and stand before the terrycloth covered table. She leaned in and whispered in Syd's ear "Please choose me" before standing back with hands lightly crossed in front, assuming a shy stance of anticipation. Syd saw a motion from the corner of his eye and Juanita, the upper body specialist, left her place on the bench and approached Syd. She stood before him and raised her arms, untucking her body towel and draping it as well over the previous layer on the table. She stood on tiptoes as she leaned in, pressing her boobs hard into Syd's chest. She whispered "Please choose me" then backed away to stand next to Mandy facing Syd. Wandah, the swimming coach, went next, stepping down to the center well. She stood tall, eye to eye with Syd, as she pulled at the knot on her towel. Syd maintained her eye contact but saw her arms revolve down in his lower peripheral vision. He broke the stare and looked down. Wandah's exposed athletic chocolate globes were as perfect when viewed from above as they were from any other angle. She leaned in and whispered "Please chose me", then slid around Syd but brushed his hips with hers. Syd kept his gaze on the undulating ass until Wandah turned to face him, hands lowered and folded, joining in the growing line of choices. Fujiko, the gymnast, was standing on the bottom step when Syd brought his attention back to the center of the room. She crooked a finger and motioned Syd to approach her. She was not tall enough even on tiptoes to reach Syd's ear. When Syd was standing in front of her, she reached inside his towel, grasped his cock and pulling him close, whispering "Please choose me." Syd watched as she moved to the table, removed and spread her own towel on it and joined the others in line. Frieda, the masseuse, fairly marched on Syd, stopped short at attention and whipped her towel off. It joined the growing thickness of terrycloth padding. She pulled Syd into a bone crushing embrace, mashed her massive tits into his chest and captured his mouth in an energetic full on kiss. Her tongue massaged his. She retreated back a small gap, and for what passed as Frieda's whisper, she huskily said "Please choose me" into Syd's still open mouth. She then became the fifth in line as Syd wiggled his jaw to see if it was damaged. Sati, the yoga guru, glided off her perch and gracefully drew near. Her glistening blue-green eyes still mesmerized Syd. She stopped in front of him and with elegant arm motions, opened her towel wide as she rotated around with her back to Syd. She dropped it on the table and, with arms still wide spread, rotated back to Syd. Her serpentine arms slithered to hook hands behind Syd's head, drawing him in to whisper "Please choose me." She walked to the end of the line. Six nude women stood before Syd. All held their heads high with Mona Lisa smiles and hands clasped lightly in front. Syd surveyed the line from end to end and walked to stand in front of Mandy. Mandy had the boobs that, when jiggled, had encouraged Syd's legs to cycle faster. He had placed cum inside her cunt but had not sampled the recesses of her mouth with his cock. That might be interesting. He moved to the right. Juanita, the weight trainer, was displaying her awesome breasts that had slid over Syd's hard cock while he lay exhausted on a weight bench. She had taken his cum in her mouth but he had not fucked her vaginally. Was her cunt as good as her boob and blow jobs? Thoughtful, he move to the next in line. Wandah, the swimmer, could give her all when she wanted but had astutely made Syd do the work and get the therapeutic exercise. His core was really strengthened by their 'workout'. She already had gotten a load of his cum in her cunt. Her breasts were modest but pleasant. He had not sampled her mouth, yet. He moved to the next in line. Fujiko, the gymnast, was supple, flexible and energetic. He had already tried her vagina and her mouth but her breasts had been too modest for a boob job. She had energy and stamina to spare; probably a lot more than Syd would have soon. Frieda, the masseuse, stood at attention. Her massive breasts covered wide across her chest. Her hips were surprisingly narrow for such a big woman. She was not fat but not slender either. He had been concerned by her power but here she would control it among the others. Maybe... Sati, the yoga guru, was staring straight ahead with her blue-green eyes. Her ivory breasts, mounted on her toned chest, were stunning in their beauty. Syd remembered the calm way her vaginal muscles had caused multiple orgasms before his ultimate ejaculation. Her mouth had held his semen as well. What was left to explore? Decisions, decisions, decisions.....But there were choices to be made so Syd steeled his resolve and continued. Syd stepped in front of Juanita and took both her hands in his. He led her to the table, smoothed the towels and helped her lay face up with her butt on the end of the platform. He raised her knees to plant her heels on the same edge. Syd returned to Fujiko and led her to stand on the side facing Juanita's prone form. He lowered her to her knees in an upright stance. He loosed her hair so that it cascaded down her back. Syd selected Mandy next, placing her on the opposite side from Fujiko in knee stand position as well. He then sited Juanita's hand to cup Mandy's vulva. Juanita understood the directions and cupped Fujiko's vulva with her other hand. Both women gripped Juanita's helping hand and pushed Juanita's middle finger up their vaginas and placed her thumbs on their clitorises. Juanita dug in and found the G spots. Each woman gave a start and a sigh as Juanita test rubbed the quartet of targets. Syd gathered Sati from her place in line and put her in a new place kneeling above Juanita's head. Sati placed her hands on Juanita's temples and lightly caressed the hollows. Juanita sighed her approval of the gentle touch. Sati kneed up tall and stared straight ahead, eyes open but focused on a distant spot. Syd gathered Wandah. He had her kneel beside Juanita's hips and he bent Wandah over so that her ear was pillowed by Juanita's abdomen and her mouth was sideways just above Juanita's cunt. Her tongue extended from the side of her mouth to graze Juanita's clitoris and she lightly licked the soft flesh. Juanita sighed again in approval of this touch. The table was set but, before the buffet of skin could be enjoyed, there was one more detail to attend to. Syd turned to Frieda and motioned her forward. He was on his knees at the end of the table facing Juanita. Frieda kneeled and embraced Syd from behind, mashing her massive boobs into his back as she reached one hand around to his chest and the other to his groin. Syd proclaimed quietly "Let the feast begin." Juanita massaged the erogenous points of her two hand captives. They in turn kissed and sucked Juanita's nipples. Frieda gave a few slow strokes to Syd's cock with her hand, then cradled the shaft and placed the tip to Wandah's lips. Wandah changed tongue focus from Juanita to Syd. Frieda used her hand on Syd's chest to finger his nipple. Syd got very hard. Frieda pushed her groin into Syd's butt and shoved his dick into Wandah's mouth. Wandah circled her lips and twittered her tongue as Frieda used her bearhug embrace of Syd to control the strokes of his cock in and out of Wandah's mouth. Fujiko and Mandy looked across at each other, then pecked a quick kiss before descending to lick and suckle Juanita's nipples. Juanita gave a slight moan. That was Frieda's signal. She pulled Syd all the way out of Wandah's mouth, repositioned his cock head lower and pushed forward to seat the knob in Juanita's cunt entrance. Juanita caught her breath and Frieda shoved Syd hard, burying his shaft. Syd felt the warmth enclose his prick. He gave a short moan. Juanita became more vocal. Frieda looked at Sati who understood her responsibilities. Sati lowered to Juanita's mouth and locked onto a full tongue lashing kiss that stifled Juanita's sounds. Syd watched as the two hand maidens leaned back from Juanita's breasts and engaged in a full out kiss of their own. Syd had his cock in Juanita, was being nipple caressed by the stroke controlling Frieda and watching four women kiss passionately in front of him. Sometimes on withdrawal, his shaft felt Wandah's tongue give it a quick caress. Seeing Wandah's enthusiasm, Frieda reared back, lifted Syd's cock and pushed it into Wandah's mouth all the way. Frieda now pressed Syd's cock again and again at the entrance to Wandah's throat. The sequence went on with Syd's cock alternately in Juanita's cunt and Wandah's mouth, Fujiko and Mandy tonguing Juanita's nipples or each other's lips and deep throats. Sati remained hovered over Juanita's face kissing and retreating to allow Juanita to occasionally breathe out moans while continuing the scalp and temple caresses. Syd closed his eyes and reveled semi-dazed in the sensations he was experiencing. The actions began to raise his ardor to a point he knew would not be sustained. He was getting the tingling in his nerves announcing the imminent demise of this orgy. He opened his eyes and was startled to see Sati's blue-green jewels staring deep into his eyes. His cock was presently engaged by Juanita's cunt. His breath shortened and the inevitable rush of liquid sprang up his urethra. Frieda heard Syd's cry of ecstasy and held him deep in Juanita for his first burst, then removed him and hosed Wandah's face with the next three as she massaged his cock with her hand. Syd was stunned by the power of the orgasm and nearly fainted. Uncomprehending, he felt suspended in space and would have fallen on top of Wandah's head and Juanita's stomach if Frieda had not held him aloft from collapse. What vision he retained was focused on Sati's radiant eyes. Juanita, Fujiko and Mandy had achieved their peaks simultaneous with Syd and the two handmaidens' heads were lying unmoving on Juanita's breasts. Frieda lifted Syd while the woman worked to get off the table. Frieda laid Syd in Juanita's place and Sati now massaged his scalp and temples. The other women exited the sauna to get cleaned up. Syd regained a better but not full consciousness. Syd said "I'm sorry Wandah, Frieda and you did not achieve fulfillment with the rest of us. Is there anything we can do about that?" Sati smiled "Don't worry, Syd, it was the luck of the draw. You made some choices. Other weeks other patients make different choices. We all get our share of ecstasy eventually." When Syd felt enough strength to rise, she helped him to walk to his room. He slept through the night. Tomorrow, he must leave Total Woman Clinic; his week was up. Epilogue Syd waltzed into the lobby that he had struggled into a short week ago. Fergie, the receptionist, gave him a broad smile. Syd remarked "We missed you yesterday at the sauna." Fergie nodded and said "I missed you too but I am only an intern therapist and not allowed in Group Therapies. Anyway, I won't forget you after Friday night together. It was wonderful." Syd nodded and turned to leave. Fergie came around the counter and put a brochure in Syd's hand as she pecked his cheek goodbye. Syd walked through the door onto the sidewalk. At that moment, a white limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver and a nurse got out and opened the rear door. They helped an elderly gentleman into a wheelchair and pushed him towards the Total Woman Clinic. As the door opened, he heard Fergie's chipper voice call "Oh, Mr. Smith, welcome to the Total Woman Clinic. We have been expecting you." Then all sound from inside was muted as the door closed. Syd almost laughed and thought 'Well, buddy, they are either going to cure you or kill you. If it's the latter, you are going to die a very happy man.' Syd looked at the brochure that Fergie had placed in his hand. It was a glossy color pamphlet showing resort style activities like swimming, horseback riding, boating, field sports and plush dining rooms. There was no address. The only identifying information was the name, "Total Woman Excursions" and a telephone number. Syd pulled out his cellphone and excitedly dialed the number.