0 comments/ 11472 views/ 1 favorites Sexual Healing By: mzvampyre In the early morning hour, I dial your number. I explain that I need to see you right away. With a concern in your voice, you ask what is wrong. My only response is that I need medical attention because my body is in desperate need of sexual healing. You excitedly tell me that you are on your way. I turn off the lights and spark the candles. The smell of vanilla already lingering in the air. As I hear a soft knock on the door, I take the phone off of the hook. No distractions and no disturbances, for we will belong to only each other. I open the door wearing only a soft pink robe with my hair up in a clip. As you enter the doorway, you ask me where I hurt and I point to my lips. You kiss them very softly while massaging the back of my neck and letting my hair down. While our tongues are exploring one another, I slowly unbutton your shirt. As I massage your chest, your lips move to my neck. Gently biting and sucking my soft skin that smells of vanilla. This sends an incredible surge of passion throughout my entire body. Your hands move down to untie my robe. As you slowly open it, you discover that I am totally naked underneath. You begin kissing down my neck to my collar bone. When you reach my breasts, you ask if it hurts there too. I quietly moan yes. You drop to your knees and begin sucking on my nipple while massaging the other. Enjoying the way you make them harder with each kiss of your lips and touch of your hands. You move your hand down to feel my warmth and wetness. Once you feel how ready I am for you, you stand to your knees; wrapping your arms around my waist and leading me to the bedroom. Softly kissing and touching all the way. The closer you stand to me, the harder you get. As we get to the bedroom, you sit me on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs apart so you can taste my sweetness. Once again, you drop to yur knees and place your hand on my chest, gently pushing me down. As I lay on my back, I feel your hands spreading my knees further apart. Then I feel your tongue massaging my clit. I feel your warmth as you taste my sweetness. I hear you moaning as I grab the covers tightly in my hands. Oh baby, I scream, that feels so good. As you begin sucking me, I feel like I am gonna cum. Your lips and tongue taunting me to release. As you insert your fingers to feel my wetness, I cum harder than I ever have before. You lick it up like a puppy that hasn't eaten in days. My body quivers and just as I begin to relax, your tongue moves back to my clit. Because you enjoy the way you can get me off. This time, you get me off faster when you begin gently biting my clit. I run my fingers through your hair and grab it tight as I cum multiple times. Then I feel your tongue penetrate me. Moving in and out, back and forth. Tasting all the pleasure that you have given to me. You grab my hips and pull me in closer. Such an incredible feeling and overwhelming chemical reactions that I begin to see stars. I feel your lips move to my inner thigh. Sucking very gently at first but getting more intense. Leaving your mark on my creamy white skin. Then moving to the other thigh to do the same. I feel your tongue and soft kisses moving up my body and stopping at my breasts. You begin giving me hickie rings around both nipples. I run my fingernails up and down your back, feeling every muscle move. I slowly move my hands to the front to open your pants. I reach inside to feel your thickness and hardness. So warm, so hard...I cannot wait to feel you inside of me. You slide off of the bed and stand in front of me reaching for my hands to pull me up. I slide your pants down your hips releasing your confinement. Your soft inner thigh beckoning me to suck on it. As I begin sucking on your thigh, I feel your hands grabbing my hair. It turns me on so much, that I begin sucking harder while massaging your ass. But I cant let the other thigh get lonely, can I? Of course not, so I start biting and licking that one. I run my tongue over your skin up to you chest. Soft wet kisses as I slowly stand. Your nipples are so hard that I must take them in my mouth. Slowly moving from one to the other, flicking my tongue over them ever so gently and blowing very softly. I feel your hands around my neck and you whisper in my ear how badly you want to be inside of me. I lay back on the bed with my arms over my head. Legs wide open. I summon you with my eyes to come to me. I feel the warmth of your skin against mine. You feel so good lying between my legs, your breath on my neck. Soft kisses as your fingers once again enter inside of me. Tell me how I feel to you. Let me know you are feeling pleasure from my body. Look me in the eyes as you enter inside of me. I want to see the look on your face as my body takes you in. Moving in and out, very slowly at first. Coming all the way out then entering again makes me wetter. I grab your hips to move you in deeper. Faster baby, I whisper in your ear. Now harder. Move around in circles. Oh yes. Feel all of me. I bite on your left shoulder to contain my excitement. Oh you make me feel so good. I don't want it to end. You look me in the eyes and we interlock fingers. You promise me that you will make me cum once more. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper with each thrust. I feel your lips on my neck, your breath on my skin. That's it baby, don't stop. As I scream out, you look in my eyes and fill my body with your essence. One last deep exhale as our hands grip tighter together. I feel your juice inside of me as we lie silently together. Kissing so passionately as we try to catch our breath. Your eyes fixed on mine, I feel every part of you inside of me and on top of me. I take your face in my hands as we gaze at one another and exclaim WOW! You rest your head between my breasts. Gentle touching and caressing. Respirations slowly decreasing, we both embellish the moment that we just shared together. You ask what I am thinking as you move your hands between my legs once more. Feeling every part of me once more. Gently massaging my clit with your fingers. You ask me in your quiet sexy voice if you have healed me and all I can reply with is hmmmmm....Then you grin so devilishly at me and want to know if I am up for round 2. As I reply oh yes I am, I take you in my hands and begin massaging so gently. I feel you getting hard once again. And we both look at each other and wonder what we will experience this time around... Sexual Healing As the smoke circled up to the ceiling in that bar packed with people, I made my way over to the DJ and I requested the song "Sexual Healing." I had spent the evening watching this goddess move her incredible body seductively as she put every man under her spell. The gentlemen dancing with her could not have appreciated her beauty. Most of them were drunk or too young to know what an incredibly erotic woman they had the pleasure of being with. As the song came on I approached her at the bar and asked her if she wanted to dance. She smiled. I knew she had seen me watching her and I took her hand and lead her to the dance floor. I stood behind her, smelling that incredible perfume, feeling the softness of her thick hair. I watch her move and shake her ass as we moved together. Slowly I placed my hands around her waist and we swayed to the sound of the music. I took a chance, which was at one and the same time daring, yet potentially stupid and I knew what a risk it was. I gently whispered in her ear. "You look so hot, so incredibly beautiful. I want to slowly feel my cock slide in your tight pussy." As I said that, I softly kissed the back of her neck and she slid my hands up so I could feel her wonderful breasts. Her nipples were hard, and swollen like to miniature torpedoes. I could see them literally trying to poke through the white halter she wore. I felt her grind that finely conditioned ass into me. By this time my cock was hard and swollen, throbbing against the pants I wore. She could feel my firm erection as it teased her skirt and ground into her ass. At that point my cock wanted nothing more than to salute her beauty and I told her as much as I whispered into her ear. I told her how I wanted to feel the walls of her sweet, hot pussy surround me. I took a hand and slipped it gently under her skirt. It was so dark in that bar, so packed on the dance floor that no one noticed me, or if they did they merely looked on with envy. The music continued to play. "Baby, .I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin'." As it played, I got my fingers up inside of her as far as they would go. I first had to negotiate her silk panties, but once I worked them aside, her pussy was wet and ready to accept my fingers. I heard her let out a deep moan as we continued to move with the music. Slowly I worked my fingers, caressing and tantalizing her hot clit, which had grown hard at my touch. I felt the folds of her lips and felt the incredible heat and wetness. Her soaked pussy coating my fingers with her sweet nectar. She moved harder and faster, breathing deeply, almost grunting as we moved to the music. When I thought she could no longer take it, I slowly removed them from her hot pussy and I licked them clean. I looked her straight in the eyes as I slowly licked my fingers, tasting her. She knew I was tasting her wetness and her look portrayed a woman growing more and more excited by the minute. The music played on. "And when I get that feelin', I need sexual healing, sexual, healing baby, it's good for me...." She turned and faced me and we moved to a slow bump and grind. I could feel her pussy against my leg, wet, hot and longing to be filled. Slowly she humped my leg, gyrating her hips, her skirt riding up revealing the most incredibly fit thighs. I knew she was wet , her clit stimulated by the humping action she was giving my leg. As she fucked my leg, she looked into my eyes. Her eyes looked wild, on fire, full of excitement. I thought about how fantastic she looked as her body moved over my leg. Her cleavage revealing the perspiration from the sexual tension between us. I could feel the warmth of her pussy, her wetness against my leg. I leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips, our tongues dancing and sucking each other. I quickly grabbed her ass and we remained locked in that embrace. By this time we were oblivious to everyone and everything around us. The only thing I could think of was how badly I wanted to be thrusting up inside her. As the song faded, she quickly took my hand and lead me to the ladies restroom. We almost busted down the door and she quickly chose a stall and closed the door shut. She forcefully pushed me down on the toilet seat and straddled me. We were lost in lust, and in a flash I had my cock out. I grabbed her panties and forcefully yanked them off her body, tearing them like a man possessed who's only mission it was in life was to fuck this goddess straddling me. Quickly and forcefully I entered her. We shared no words, only grunts and moans and erotic whimpers. We needed no words, we simply needed to fuck. As I thrust up into her, she let out a series of low, guttural moans. She fucked me back, tearing her halter down, freeing her incredible tits. She looked into my eyes as we fucked. I felt her body rocking back and forth. Her silky wet pussy massaged my cock and she moved with more speed, fucking me in earnest. I sucked her tits, biting them hard as we fucked, my cock moving in and out of her tight pussy. She lubricated my cock with her wetness until it glistened. I felt her pound me from on top, her hips bucking and fucking. I heard the wetness of her pussy as she rode me like a champion. I knew she was close and I knew I'd explode soon. We started to moan and groan harder. Fucking relentlessly I felt her body tense and then she started to come. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I grunted and thrust up into her, meeting her orgasm as my cock began exploding semen inside of her. I pumped and pumped, shooting load after load of hot cum deep into that waiting pussy. I practically lifted her off the toilet seat, her tits bobbing and shaking as we came together. When the storm ended, we were lost in what had taken place. We spoke no words. We kissed each other and I slowly put her back together, lifting her halter up over her incredible tits. I wiped off my cock and slowly zipped my pants. It was to be sure the most purely erotic and intense moment of my life. Two people, lost for a moment as their animal lust was revealed and ultimately overpowered them. I grabbed her hand and lead her back to the dance floor. Sexual Healing I recall the evening like it was yesterday, even though it's been over ten years. I stared down at the table and mindlessly picked at my food while my wife sat silently across from me. Nancy and I had been married almost 25 years at the time. We had been through so much together in those years, good times and bad. Of all that we had been through together, nothing was as tough as this. I just stared down at my plate. I really didn't want Nancy to see the tears that were forming in my eyes. "What did the doctors say today anyway?" I managed to ask. "They said I have less than a year to live, Gary." Nancy answered, her eyes diverted. "You know those doctors never know what they're talking about." I said indignantly. There was clearly anger in my voice. Anger that Nancy might actually be taken from me. Anger that there seemed to be nothing I could do about it. Anger mixed with my sadness as I sat there staring down at my plate. After a while Nancy got up from the table to clear the plates. I had barely eaten a thing. "You done with that?" Nancy asked as she reached for my plate. "Yeah, just not hungry." I answered back mindlessly. I watched my wife as she cleared the table. She seemed to move so slowly these days, never really smiling. Her eyes seemed so blank, without a trace of joy. The cancer had taken a lot out of her. She bore little resemblance to the woman I fell in love with just over 25 years ago. In fact, I barely recognized her these days. I sat at the table silently for a few more minutes before getting up. I had to get ready for my night job. I had taken a night job as a security guard several years ago when the kids started college. Our youngest had graduated just over a year ago, but I kept the night job. I figured we could always use the extra money. As I walked out the door that evening, I took another look at my wife. She was still in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from dinner. She seemed to move so slowly. I walked out the door without even saying goodbye. Basically just going through the motions as if in a trance, I got into my car. As I drove off, my emotions ran the whole spectrum from anger to hurt. I didn't know whether to cry or scream as I drove away. I believe I did both. I felt like cursing God. I cried out loud, "God, why her? Why not take me?" I was like a raving lunatic with tears in his eyes. Nancy meant more to me than you'll ever know. I thought about all that Nancy and I had been through since we had met. When I first met Nancy, I had already been through one failed marriage. I went through a rather debilitating depression following my "failure" and my "solution" was to drown my sorrows in alcohol. In spite of it all, somehow Nancy saw something in me that nobody else saw. A real human being that was hurting and didn't know how to handle it. She showed me love and helped me out of my downhill alcoholic spiral. Nancy did more for me than anyone else in my life ever had. I vowed to myself that I would do anything I could for her. Since our marriage, I always made it a point to be a good provider. To keep Nancy comfortable in any way I could. Alas, all too often that has meant providing her with material things. I wanted so much to help her right now, but I felt so powerless. That feeling was eating me alive from the inside out. Heading towards the job, all sorts of thoughts started racing through my head. There was a bar on the corner of the block where I worked. I thought about having a drink again. It had been nearly twenty years since I had a drink. I actually walked to the bar and stood in front of the door, literally shaking. Thoughts and emotions were running through me that no human should have to endure. As I stood there momentarily, looking up at the still light sky, a girl walked by selling flowers. "Flowers, sir?" She asked as she passed. I just shook my head 'no.' As I stood there for a few short moments, something suddenly hit me. It was as if all the tension was suddenly released from my body. I ran down the block and caught up with the flower girl. "Flowers." I panted. "Yes sir?" She responded. "Um, flowers. I'll take a bouquet." I said. I paid the girl and stood there for a moment savoring the delicate scent of the colorful bouquet. A few minutes later I started down the block to the nearest pay phone. I called the night job. "Um, hello Bill. Yeah, this is Gary. I won't be able to make it in tonight." I started into the phone, "In fact, I am going to have to quit the job. Personal reasons. I'm sorry." I walked back to the car and got in. In a little while, I was back in my driveway. I parked the car and walked up to the door. Opening it, I concealed the flowers behind my back. "Gary. You startled me." Nancy exclaimed, "You're home. Don't tell me you lost your job. What happened, Gary?" "What happened is I quit," I answered as I handed her the flowers, "It's more important that I'm home with my wife." "Oh, Gary. Flowers! I can't remember the last time you bought me flowers. How sweet." The truth was, I couldn't remember the last time I bought my wife flowers either. The other thing I couldn't remember was the last time I saw Nancy's eyes light up like they did when I handed her the bouquet. It warmed my heart to actually see a happy look on the face of my own wife for a change. "I think we need some music." I said calmly. I walked over to the radio and put on a cool jazz station. I then took my wife by the hand. "May I have this dance, my dear?" She smiled up at me in a way I had not seen in quite some time. I looked in her eyes as we began to sway gently to the music. Emotions started to build up inside of me. I pressed Nancy against me. She was still clutching the bouquet between us. I rested my head on Nancy's shoulder. I didn't want her to see the tears that were welling up in my eyes. As I held my wife close, I wished there was some way her disease could pass into my body. I truly wanted to heal this woman. I truly wanted to take away all her pain. Even after my wife and I stopped dancing in the middle of the living room, we just held each other close for some time. After a while, I suggested we take a bath together. The last time we did that, I could not tell you. Gently I led the woman I loved into the bathroom by the hand. I began to run the bath water as I went into another room to find some scented candles I knew we had stashed somewhere. In short order, I came back with the candles, lit them and placed them around the room. I also threw some bath beads in the tub. We both helped each other with getting our clothes off and I held my wife's hand as she stepped into the tub. We took turns washing each other's hair. Afterwards, I started to lather my wife's body up in delicate fashion, applying messaging pressure where I thought she would enjoy it. I paid special attention to her feet, working the balls of her feet with my thumbs. "Oh Gary. That feels so good," She sighed, "I can't remember the last time you did that." Again, I couldn't either. As a man, I felt the thing was unfair. But then, life is a lot of things but fair is not one of them. If life was fair this cancer would show it's ugly face. I would get it in a ring and deliver it a knockout punch that would make Ali proud. But, I couldn't. All I could do was make my wife's last year on earth the best it could be. All I could do was be there for her. It was the least I could do for the woman I loved, the woman who bore my children. If God chose to take her from me in a year, that was his decision. But making her last days on the planet as enjoyable for her as possible was my decision. After we got out of the tub, we took turns toweling each other off. The areas I dried off, I followed with soft kisses. Then, taking her by the hand, I led Nancy into the bedroom. I softly kissed her on the lips. I delicately nibbled on her earlobes. I ran my lips and fingertips gently down her soft neck. I explored my wife's gorgeous breasts. I took the time to explore and caress every inch of the woman I loved, the woman I married nearly 25 years ago. I continued my explorations down to her womanhood. I savored her delicate scent, I explored every fold as if it was the first time. I made her juices really start to flow again and when we started to really make love, I took my time to ensure that she received all the pleasure this woman I loved deserved. We eventually came together and lied side by side for some time just holding hands. As I lay there next to Nancy I realized how much I had been neglecting my own wife. Certainly not in any material or financial sense, but in what she really needed. Me. After that night, we continued to make love on a regular basis. Our lovemaking sessions were always slow and unhurried. We made it a point to satisfy each other. I never felt more satisfied in my life. We also spent far more quiet times together, just taking walks and holding hands. Then one day something amazing happened. Nancy had what was considered a fairly routine oncologist appointment for some testing. A few days later she got a call from the doctor with her results. The cancer seemed to be in complete remission. There was no detectible trace of the evil cells that were attacking my wife's beautiful body. This was almost seven months to the day since the same doctor told my wife she would have less than a year to live. The doctor said he has never seen anything like it. They say that love conquers all. Perhaps that is true, we'll never really know. All I know is that my wife is still cancer free to this day. Why the cancer disappeared is something no one on this planet will ever know for sure. There is something I learned a long time ago. The opposite of love is not hate. The opposite of love is indifference. I had been neglecting my own wife's needs. The needs of the woman I truly loved. The fact that it took a major illness and threat of death to get me to realize that was a major wake-up call. A call that I answered, fortunately. That was just over ten years ago. As I sit here holding Nancy's hand on the eve of our 35th anniversary, I reflect back on how truly lucky I really am. Lucky to have someone to truly love and who is always in my corner for me. Sometimes I feel like I am the luckiest man in the world. Perhaps I am. It's just a shame it took so much to get me to realize it. 02-27-10. Sexual Healing I don't know whose bedroom we ended up in, or even how I got in here in the first place, but Amanda's hand is down the front of my pants and Erica's lips are on my own; the two girls are drunk out of their minds, and luckily I happened to be in the way while they were on their little journey to the bed. I'm fairly tipsy myself, but both the women are smashed, and I know I'll be getting a lot further tonight than I probably ever have or ever will get again. Erica distracts me, hands running back through my hair, and catches my mouth with her own, soft tongue probing past my lips as they push me back towards the bed. She tastes like tequila and cigarettes, and while normally I'd be turned off by the taste, in this moment it's ridiculously sexy. Amanda pulls her hand out of my pants long enough to push me down on the bed, glancing at Erica for a moment before straddling my lap, the blonde girl already beginning to work on her own clothing, peeling her shirt off. I'm distracted from the striptease by Amanda, who grinds down on me and kisses my neck, nuzzling against the heated flesh a little before hooking her hands under her shirt, wriggling out of it. She drops the purple t-shirt on the floor, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, and I don't care how many times I've seen these gorgeous tits, I'm never going to get sick of them. I slide my hands up, cupping her tits with my hands and flicking my thumb over one of her nipples, leaning down and catching her lips in a bruising kiss. She kisses back, hands sliding around my neck as I continue feeling her up; she's got small tits but they're perky and perfect, and even drunk I can entirely appreciate them. Erica kneels on the bed, pulling me away from Amanda in order to kiss me hard on the mouth, and one of my hands leaves my girlfriend's chest to move to Erica's instead, groping her as well. Amanda giggles, straddling my lap and tugging on Erica's arm slightly. The blonde breaks her kiss with me, leaning over and gripping Amanda's shoulders as they liplock, Erica's tongue dipping out to run over Amanda's lower lip. They start making out in my lap, tongues tangled, and Amanda boldly slides her hand in the front of Erica's red panties, the blonde letting out an involuntary gasp. Amanda pulls back from the kiss, murmuring something against her best friend's mouth, and Erica looks at me for a moment before nodding, moving away from Amanda and sliding her hand up my chest, fiddling with the buttons on my polo shirt. Erica leans in, continuing to play with the buttons and whispering, "You know how long I've wanted you, Avery?" The way she says my name is dripping with ill-disguised lust and I feel my dick stiffen from that alone, smirking a bit before running a hand through Erica's hair and smirking. "Are you two gonna do something about it, then?" Erica smirks, pushing me back on the bed, and I scoot back a little bit, leaning against the headboard. Erica glances at Amanda for a moment, my girlfriend pulling the blonde over for a light kiss before running her hand up my thigh, ghosting a finger over the bulge in the front of my jeans. Erica smirks, massaging my hard cock through the denim before undoing the fly expertly, starting to unzip it as I smirk, running my fingers over her hair and arching an eyebrow. "It's big enough for the two of you to share, you know." Amanda nods in agreement and Erica shrugs, dipping her hand in my boxers. "So I've heard." They make a joint effort to pull my pants off, my jeans joining the pile of clothing accumulating on the floor, and I'm left in my boxers and polo shirt, pausing to remove the latter before the two girls look at each other, Amanda tugging my boxers down a bit and wrapping her hand around my hard cock. I gasp a little bit as her finger brushes over the sensitive head, perfectly manicured nail dipping into the slit before she shakes her head, leaning down and snaking her tongue up the thick rod. Erica sits back, pulling an elastic off her wrist and tying her own hair back before holding Amanda's out of her face, my girlfriend continuing to flick her tongue over my hard organ, obviously teasing since it's relatively little stimulation. I arch an eyebrow, watching her before glancing at Erica, who grins and leans down, joining Amanda at cock-level and dragging her tongue over my balls for a moment, watching for my reaction before kissing up my dick, stopping at the head and glancing at Amanda for a moment before starting to jack me off, putting her lips on the tip and slowly going down. I buck upwards, groaning, and Amanda giggles, holding my hips down so I don't end up choking her best friend. Erica goes down all the way, gagging only a little, and I drop my hand down, running it through her blonde curls and gasping a bit. "Fuck, Erica... that feels amazing..." She sucks me off for a few moments, finally pulling off with a pop and raising her head a bit, licking her lips and giggling a bit drunkenly. Amanda smiles, turning Erica's head towards her, and they kiss almost tenderly, nuzzling against one another for a moment before both of them go back down, almost coordinating their movements along my hard cock. Erica draws back for a moment, letting Amanda take over, and I stare down the length of my body as the president of student council presses glossy pink lips over my cock, lowering her mouth down around my throbbing dick. Erica kisses at my thigh experimentally and I buck my hips upwards, the alcohol mixed with the attention to my as-of-late undersexed cock sending my head into a total tizzy. "You want him to fuck you, first?" Erica's voice cuts into my thoughts and I focus again, looking at the two girls as they share my cock again. I lick my lips, smirking a bit before sitting up a little bit. "I think we might be able to figure something else out." A quick search through the nightstand drawers produces a pack of condoms and I slide one out, tearing the foil packaging open and slipping it on my hard cock before smiling slightly, grabbing Erica and pushing her on her back before directing Amanda to bend over the bed. She does as she's told, ass in the air expectantly, and I grin, stepping off the bed and standing behind her. "Spread your legs, Erica." Erica looks up at me from her position on the bed, hooking her fingers in her panties and sliding them down, spreading her legs moments after and arching an eyebrow at me, her pussy on display. I grin, pulling Amanda's underwear down all the way and rubbing my latex-covered dick against her wet pussy, pushing forward a little and making her gasp a bit. She glances over her shoulder at me, chocolate brown eyes sliding up my body for a moment before she runs her hand up Erica's pale thigh, pushing her legs apart a bit more. I watch in interest as my girlfriend lowers her head, tongue flicking out to run over Erica's swollen clit, making the other girl moan, arching her back a bit and gasping. Amanda smiles and continues on, pressing her mouth to the blonde girl's clit all the way and sucking, tongue working over the sensitive nerve bundle as her fingers caress the inside of Erica's thigh slowly. Continuing to rub my cock over my girlfriend's soaked cunt, I finally press the head of my dick to her tight hole, one hand on the base of my cock and the other on her hip. I slide in slowly, Amanda gasping against Erica's pussy as she adjusts to my length; we haven't fucked in god knows how long and she's as tight as anything. I get in all the way, pleasure setting my nerves on fire, and Amanda gasps, sliding her hand down and spreading her legs a bit more, black hair falling down over Erica's light skin. I watch the two of them, starting to move, and Amanda starts massaging her own clit slowly, almost teasing herself beneath me as she continues to eat Erica out. Erica moans, sliding a foot up her best friend's side as she arches off the bed, crying out a bit as Amanda slips two fingers into the blonde with her free hand, tongue dancing across Erica's clit. I groan, picking up the pace and slamming into my girlfriend, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the bedroom as I rock my hips forward, sliding into Amanda further with each thrust. Amanda throws her head back, continuing to finger Erica but moaning loudly, shaking her hair out. "Oh, god, Avery... Deeper... Avery!" She dissolves into a myriad of screams, the hand at her clit moving to grab my thigh instead. Erica and I look at each other for a moment and then Erica moves, pushing Amanda backwards and letting me pull her up, hooking my arms under her skinny legs and lifting her up, continuing to jerk my hips forward as I slam into her. Erica crawls forward, licking at Amanda's tender clit as I keep pounding her slick cunt, watching the blonde between my girlfriend's legs. This is amazing. I can't think of a better scenario at the moment. Erica ducks her head down, sucking on my balls for a few moments teasingly before letting me go back to fucking Amanda's pussy, the blonde girl's mouth returning to Amanda's clit immediately. Amanda moans, tilting her head to the side a bit, and I take the opportunity to bite her neck, sucking on a spot I know she loves and leaving a dark hickey there, watching Erica begin to finger herself out of the corner of my eye. Amanda turns her head a bit, hand lacing in my hair, and I kiss her hard on the mouth, the tequila telling me to do it despite the fact that I just watched her French kiss another girl's cunt. I continue thrusting, holding her up, and Amanda hits her orgasm first, whole body shuddering as she screams against my mouth, pussy flexing around my cock. I almost drop her but manage to hold her up by some miracle, continuing to pound her tight cunt before reaching my own climax minutes later, load shooting into the condom. We keel over on the bed, Erica watching the two of us as I peel the used rubber off my cock and lean against the headboard, Amanda moving over and pushing the other girl down again. My girl starts lick Erica's pussy like it's a lollipop, tongue working over the clit, and I start to get hard again, hand ghosting over my cock. Erica moans loudly, fingers lacing in Amanda's hair, and for a moment I contemplate using the blonde girl's throat as a cum receptacle before deciding on it, scooting forward and grabbing her hair. She barely has time to react before I slide my semi-hard cock in her mouth, her lips tightening around it instinctively as I force her to bob her head. Amanda doesn't register what we're doing, continuing with a single-minded intensity, and I can tell she's on the verge of passing out from the alcohol she's drunk tonight. Erica's blue eyes flicker to my own for a moment and I arch an eyebrow, continuing to fuck her mouth for as long as I can, my cock hardening in her throat as she works her tongue over it. She finally cums, body arching off the bed, and Amanda pulls back, eyes closing for a moment before she watches Erica suck me off. My cock twitches, my body tense with arousal, and it doesn't take long before I cum, seed spilling into Erica's mouth. She pulls back, swallowing slightly, and meets Amanda halfway for a kiss before curling up beside her on the bed, both of them looking exhausted. I settle against the headboard, pulling them closer to me and tilting my head back, already feeling the beginnings of a hangover coming on. Amanda settles against my chest, Erica using her shoulder as a pillow, and I grin, keeping a tight grip on them both. I can't fucking wait to tell the guys about this tomorrow. Sexual Healing It's like a drug, but I can't help it. I must see him. I know he said it was the last time but would he really let me suffer this way. Its two broken ribs and a stab wound this time. I could have avoided it but it seems everywhere I go trouble brews. I couldn't just walk past; past the sounds, the cries and the screams. It was dark, I had been drinking. The club music had began to die away as I made my way down the dark streets, but soon the sound of screaming took it's place. My instincts kicked in. Someone was in trouble; a woman, three men. They had her by the neck, her arms pinned to her back. I had to act fast; I ran forward and attacked. They were strong and faster than I'd anticipated, the knife speared into my left side and the pain took away my focus and the other two began to punch me in the ribs. I could hear the clicking away of heels against tarmac fast and panicked; a part of me was glad. I tasted blood in my mouth as the blows kept coming. It's then I realised what was actually happening. I had to act fast or else the shadows from below would soon devour me. The tallest of the three raised his fist to give a blow but stopped midsection. My strength had returned and my sharp fangs appeared. I was hungry, hungry for revenge. It only took a few seconds before they scattered away, confused by what had befallen them. But soon the pain began to register again; I was wounded, wounded badly. So here I am again at the door of his flat. Number 303, bottle green door, white buzzer to the right side. My heart beats fast; I'm afraid and excited all at the same time. Will he turn me away, will Sean refuse to heal me tonight?' I press the buzzer, footsteps, rattling of keys, and the clang of the door opening. He's in his jeans, bare chest. His midnight hair wet. I catch a whiff of his aftershave, cedar and spice with a sexy helping of white musk. My cock hardens. I want him so bad. 'Steve, what -- ' Before he can utter another word my lips press against his. He pulls back breathing heavily. 'I told you I can't keep rescuing you like this, you've got to start healing your --' Again I force my lips on his. I can feel the strong beats of his heart against my chest, his breaths, short and heavy. My breaths, heavy and needy. He pulls me in and slams the door behind us. His tongue dips deeper into my mouth, my cock is rock hard. His hand rubs against my chest, blood drips into his hands. He gazes at the blood then licks his fingers. 'Steve,' he mutters into me. 'I meant what I said!' With his animal strength he rips off my bloody shirt. Our lips meet again. He stops, then pulls off my blooded jeans. My sex standing to attention as he lowers his pants, his wand in my sight. 'Fuck you Steve! Fuck you!' He turns me forcefully. The pain in my ribs jolts through the rest of my body. But I can't ignore the excitement below, the tiny zaps of energy that flood my body as I feel his extra large member enter me with great force. 'I said fuck you Steve!' He ramps into my behind as if to tear me apart. 'AAAAAAH!' The pain grips me; it's a good pain, a pain of lust. 'Fuck you!' Another thrust and another and another. He turns my head towards him almost snapping my neck, his face lovely, he lowers towards me and we kiss. Soon I feel as though I'm being burned alive from the inside out. As the warmth makes its way through each vein, each vessel I begin to feel the wound close. Suddenly he retracts, places both hands on my hips and fucks me! Solid thick mass tears my crack, it rubs against my prostate, and the heat once again floods my body. 'AAAAA!' Sean slams into me and a rib clicks back into place. Again and again his member widens me until I'm completely healed, until I'm whole, until I feel the warm splash within me. It's done, it's over. I'm healed. Sean limp withdraws but says nothing. I open my mouth to speak but he raises his hand to stop me. 'Just...just put your clothes on and leave!' 'But...' 'Please, just leave!' He leaves me to put on my clothes. He doesn't walk me to the door, as I silently slip out and close the door behind me, but not without a sly grin across my face. It was worth it! Sexual Healing If you're stressed out maybe you need sexual healing? Oh and don't worry I asked Marvin Gaye's estate if it was ok to use the title :P haha Enjoy! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (25 min/mp3) * * * * * Sexual Healing It had been a long year for Dan. The longest, most difficult of his life. His wife of 15 years - Emily, the love of his life and mother of his two beautiful daughters - had passed away two months ago, after a long and grueling battle with breast cancer. Now that the funeral and the initial chaos of it all was over, the reality of it all had begun to set in. She wasn't coming back. Things would never really be normal again. He was on his own. And that's why he had come back here, to Montana, to where he had grown up. The only reason he'd ever agreed to live out East was because his wife was from there and she couldn't stand the thought of moving far away from her family. But that wasn't an obstacle any more and now, more than ever, Dan needed to be where his heart was, where his family and best friends still lived, in Missoula. He'd flown out without the girls (who were with his wife's parents) so he could interview for jobs and try to find a house for them. As much as he hated to leave them so soon after their mother had died, he really badly needed some time without them, to get his head right and to figure some things out. And it would only be a week. Rather than stay at a hotel, he'd taken up his friend Mark's offer to let him stay at his place. Mark was Dan's best friend since middle school, and his wife, Alana, was a wonderful person who had been very close with Emily. They had both insisted that Dan stay with them in their amazing log cabin. They had no kids and plenty of room, and Dan really liked the idea of staying out on their ranch, which reminded him a lot of the property he'd grown up on, the one his parents had sold years ago. It was absolutely beautiful, the grass fields, the evergreen trees, the mountains in the background. He'd forgotten how much he loved Montana. There was nowhere better to clear his head. But it was clear that Mark and Alana, like everyone else, didn't quite know how to act around him. Everything was tentative, like they didn't want to do or say the wrong thing, like they thought they had to be serious and somber instead of their normal funny and fun-loving selves. So Dan did his best to encourage them to just be themselves and to treat him like they would have if nothing had happened. It took them a while, but by the second night, they had adjusted to his presence and were acting much more like the couple he'd known for so long. Mark grilled up dinner, cracked an occasional joke (though not as many as he normally would), and Alana, who was one of the more beautiful people Dan had ever met, inside and out, was a little closer to her normal effervescent self. Dan had always been a little captivated by Alana, though he'd tried his hardest not let it show around Emily. Alana was a professional masseuse. And she was gorgeous. She had long curly brown hair that went halfway down her chest and made her look a little like Alannis Morrisette, which was funny given the similarity of their names. She was much prettier than Alannis, though, with striking features and plenty of curves. And like a lot of people in Missoula, she had just a bit of hippy in her, often looking like she just stepped off the set of Dazed & Confused. Tonight she wore a loose, backless shirt that tied around her neck and showed quite a bit of her ample chest. As beautiful as she was, it was her personality that really captivated Dan. Though she didn't have any kids of her own, she had a very nurturing, motherly aura to her and an effortless charm. She was the kind of person who seemed completely comfortable in her own skin, not remotely arrogant, but the kind of person who Dan could not imagine hid any insecurities or ever felt shy or inhibited. As Mark worked at the grill, Dan sat on the porch, admiring the view. It was a perfect early summer day and the view of the mountains was stunning. He felt an arm around his neck. It was Alana coming up from behind him, a beer in her hand. He took the beer and thanked her, but she kept her arm around his neck and sat down next to him on the porch, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'm so glad you decided to stay with us, Dan. You know how much we love you, right?" "I do," Dan replied, "And I'm glad I came. I'd forgotten how beautiful it is here." As Dan said that, he glanced down to his side. With Alana leaning in to him the way she was, he could see straight down her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and the view was almost as beautiful as the mountains in front of him. The sight of her breasts and the warm contact of her body against his caused a stirring inside him that he hadn't felt in a long time. It had been a long time since Dan had had any intimate contact. Emily had been sick for a long time before she died, too sick for sex. How long had it been since he'd done anything but jerk off? Nine months? A year? Whatever it was, it was too long. Dan could feel himself getting an erection, which was a little embarrassing. He stood up, maybe a little too abruptly, and walked over to talk to Matt. He hoped he hadn't offended Alana. Despite that brief moment of awkwardness, they went on to have a pleasant night, the best one Dan had had since Emily died. The grilled trout was amazing and they each had quite a bit to drink, which helped them overcome the awkwardness and find that old familiar dynamic, or at least a reasonably close facsimile. That night, as he lay in his bed in the guest bedroom, Dan heard Mark and Alana. The house was a genuine log cabin, with walls dividing the rooms, but no ceiling other than the top of the A-frame itself. So sound carried easily across the house. It began with the rhythmic sound of a bed creaking, soon followed by a soft moaning, which grew steadily louder and more insistent. They were clearly having sex. And the acoustics of the house made it feel like Dan was in the room with them. It was the most voyeuristic thing Dan had ever experienced. He felt like he was an intruder, that he was violating his friends' privacy. But he was also instantly and intensely aroused. He felt like a man who hadn't eaten in two weeks and had suddenly walked into the kitchen of an italian restaurant. His libido, which had been buried deep down by the hardship and grief of the last year, had suddenly reawakened, and with a vengeance. Dan pulled off the sheets and shimmied his boxers down, freeing his rock hard erection. As Alana's moaning grew louder, he stroked his cock furiously. As she seemed to climax, so did he, letting out an involuntary groan that he only afterward realized must have been audible to Mark and Alana. As he lay there, soaked in his own cum, the house was silent. ... The next morning Dan slept in. He'd had a little too much to drink. By the time he made it downstairs, Mark had already left for the day. Alana was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee. When she saw Dan, she gave him a big smile and got up to pour him a cup. "How are you feeling?" she asked, "you had quite a bit last night." "Not great, actually. I think I'm getting old. I can't hold my liquor any more." She smiled again, "I'm sorry we kept giving you drinks. But I think you needed it." She was right. Last night was the closest Dan had felt to 'normal' in a long time. It was absolutely what he'd needed. "I tell you what," she continued, "I think I know what'll make you feel better. Let me give you a massage today. I don't have to work until this afternoon." "I don't know know, Alana. I appreciate the offer, but..." "Oh come on, Dan. Don't overthink this. I'm good at what I do. You'll feel better afterward." Dan felt a little awkward about having his best friend's wife give him a massage. But she was a professional and he was just another client. And he didn't really feel like arguing with her. "Okay, why not," he finally said. ... A half hour later, Dan walked into the living room, where Alanna had set up her massage table. As instructed, he was wearing just a towel wrapped around his waist. And he felt very awkward about it. He'd never had a professional massage before and had no idea what was normal. Alana smiled as he entered the room. She was wearing a white one-piece cover up that tied around her neck, the kind of thing women wore over their bathing suits at the beach, but he wasn't sure what (if anything) she had on underneath it. It fit her snuggly, accentuating her curves, and it ended mid-thigh. Dan felt a stirring in his groin and was suddenly aware of how little material he had covering his penis. He looked away, hoping to eliminate the source of the stimulation. "Hop on the table, Dan, and lie on your stomach. You can let the towel drape down." Dan did what he was told, thankful to be on his stomach. He undid the knot in the towel and let it drape down over the table, his balls and semi-erect penis making direct contact with the cool vinyl surface of the table. Alanna squirted some oil onto her hands and walked over to him. The second she touched his shoulders it felt like a jolt of electricity shooting through him. God, how he'd missed human touch, real skin-on-skin contact. Just that little bit of contact was enough to make him erect. He shifted his position a little to give his cock some space. "Did that hurt?" she asked, probably noticing his squirming. "Oh god no. It feels great. I'm just...well...it's been a while since anyone's touched me like that." As soon as the words came out, Dan wished he could take them back. The way he said it made it sound sexual, which is not what he had intended. But Alana was the kind of person who seemed immune to awkward moments, the kind of person who took everything in stride. And this was no exception. "I completely understand, Dan." Her tone was immediately reassuring, calm, unfazed. "Human touch is a basic need, like food or water or shelter. You can only go so long without it." As her hands moved from his shoulders to his back and sides, Dan had to acknowledge the truth of her words. He needed this in the worst way. After massaging his lower back, she moved all the way down to the end of the table and began massaging his toes and feet. She slowly worked her way up his legs, eventually reaching his hamstrings. She hadn't said much up until that point, but it wasn't an awkward silence. Dan felt completely relaxed. As she began working his hamstrings, she began to talk again. "You know, Dan, I think we owe you an apology. We're not used to having guests here and we forget how sound travels in this place." Dan froze. She was talking about the sex last night, wasn't she? With anyone else, Dan would have been mortified and tried to end the conversation as soon as possible. But something about Alana was disarming; he never seemed to fear where a conversation might go. She continued, "We had a good time with you last night, and more to drink than we normally do, and, well, we weren't really thinking. I hope we didn't make things awkward for you." For a moment, Dan considered playing dumb, acting like he didn't know what she was talking about. But what was the point? Plus, he suspected his own climax had been audible as well, in which case, she'd know he was lying. So he decided to just be honest. "You don't have to be sorry. It's your house, and I'd hate to think that I was cramping your style by being here. And ... well ... if I've learned anything over the last couple years, it's that life is short. Too short to pass up moments like that." Tears welled up in Dan's eyes and he barely got those last words out. A moment later, he felt Alana's lips press against his cheek. "You're a wonderful person, Dan." She resumed the massage, getting progressively higher up his leg. His erection, which had disappeared for a while, was soon back with full force. Then the moment he dreaded happened; she asked him to turn over on his back. As she turned around to get more oil, he slowly turned over, careful to let the towel stay draped over his mid-section. He had hoped that, with the towel over him, his raging erection might not be obvious. He was very wrong. Though he tried to adjust himself, there was just no hiding the pitched tent. When Alana turned back around, there was no question she noticed. He saw her eyes track down to his mid-section and saw the flicker of recognition. But she betrayed no discomfort or surprise and soon she was massaging his chest and shoulders, her warm smile unchanged. She continued to work through every knot in his body, eventually making her way down to his legs and then slowly working back upward. Eventually she broke the silence again. "Dan, I'm going to ask you something very personal. You don't have to answer it, and I apologize ahead of time if it makes you uncomfortable." "Um. Okay." Dan wasn't sure where she was going with this and didn't know what else to say. "When was the last time you were...intimate with someone?" Wow. Dan had really not been expecting that. How long had it been? A year? Maybe longer? After a substantial pause, Dan finally said "probably at least a year." "That's what I thought," she said. Her expression was kind, but with a measure of pity mixed in. "I want to do something for you, Dan, and I hope you'll let me." Dan's mind was a whirlwind. What was she talking about? Where was this going? Before he could get much beyond that, Alana's hand was on top of the towel, pressed against his cock. If her touch to his shoulders had been a jolt of electricity, this was a lightning strike. The sensation was so powerful that his hand shot up reflexively to grab her arm. "What are you..." "Relax, Dan," she interrupted him, her tone still so calm and reassuring. "It's okay." "But...but..." Dan sputtered, "what about Mark?" She smiled, "he'll be glad to know you said that. But believe me, he's fine. I believe his exact words on his way out this morning were 'don't forget the happy ending.' He said if anyone ever needed one, it was you.'" Dan was having a hard time processing all this, but he wasn't actively fighting it either. Within seconds, Alana had removed the towel entirely, exposing Dan's now rock hard cock. She gave him a mischievous smile and a wink and then wrapped one of her oiled up hands firmly around the shaft of his cock. It was all Dan could do not to come right then and there, but he willed himself not to. She soon had both hands working up and down his cock as he stared, transfixed. Given how long it had been since he'd had anything like this done to him, she could have been terrible at it and it still would have felt great. But she was quite skilled. "You have an amazing cock, Dan." God, she was sexy. He couldn't take this much longer. In fact, he was just about to come when, perhaps sensing it, she let go. "Before I finish, I just want to even the playing field a little bit. I've seen you naked. It's only fair that you see me." With that, she reached up behind her neck and undid the string that was holding up her cover up. Down it came, revealing a truly magnificent set of breasts. Her chest fully exposed, Alana once again reached out and grasped Dan's cock. She began to stroke faster, working up a lather with the oil. Dan was completely out of his mind with lust and ready to come. Sensing this, Alana slowed her pace. Then she looked him right in the eyes and said, "come for me, Dan." With that he finally let go, letting out a groan and shooting a rope of cum that shot across his stomach and chest. She grinned from ear to ear. "My god, Alana, that was incredible. You have no idea how badly I needed that." She grinned, "you don't need to thank me, Dan. It was absolutely my pleasure. You needed that and I'm glad I got to share it with you." The way she said it, so calm and matter-of-factly, she almost had Dan convinced that this wasn't strange, that this was just something that friends do for one another, like picking him up at the airport or something. Casually, she grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off his chest and stomach. Then she pulled up her cover up and re-tied its straps around her neck. Taking his cue from her, Dan sat up and tried to remember where he'd left his clothes. Before he could get to his feet, Alana leaned in again and kissed him once more on the cheek. She whispered, "if you need a release again tomorrow, just ask. I'm here all week." Then she winked and turned around to head back to her bedroom. Dan sat there for a few minutes, still completely naked, just trying to gather his thoughts. His mind was a jumble of questions. Did all of that really just happen? Did she really mean that all he had to do was ask and she'd do this again? What if he asked for something else? Was Mark really okay with this? Did he just betray his best friend? -- That night, when Mark got home, Dan initially felt very awkward, but Alana had such a way of putting people at ease. Before long, he'd almost forgotten about the events of that morning; it was like it had never happened. It was just three old friends, sharing each other's company. The next morning, after Mark had left for work, Dan sat on the couch watching TV. Though he'd thought about nothing else all morning, he'd resolved that he wasn't going to take Alana up on her offer to "ask" for a second round. He just couldn't bring himself to do that. That said, if she offered, it would be rude to turn her down, right? Eventually Alana sat down on the couch next to him. She was in a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top and looked like she was ready for a workout. "Any interest in going for a run with me, Dan?" "Oh, no thanks, Alana. I gave up running years ago. Too hard on my knees." "Fair enough. Can I get you anything before I go?" "No, I'm good. Thanks, though." "Are you sure?" Was she asking what he thought she was asking? "My offer from yesterday still stands, you know." Dan paused, not really wanting to ask, but not strong enough to say no. Alana looked at him expectantly, a mischievous smile slowly forming on her face. She reached out a hand and touched his knee. "Alana, I..." "It's okay, I won't make you ask." With that, she slowly maneuvered onto the floor in front of him until she was on her knees and facing him. Then she reached up and began to undo the button and fly on his cargo shorts and slowly slid them down, taking his boxers with them. His cock, which was already nearly fully erect, sprung out into the open. Alana continued to pull his shorts and boxers down until they were all the way off. Then she sat back and lifted her tank top up over her head, removing it completely in one motion and again displaying her exquisite breasts, natural and round, the size of peaches, with large, dark brown areola the size of quarters. As Dan admired the view, she reached over to grab his cock with her right hand and began to stroke it gently. Dan silently wished she had brought some of that massage oil with her, but he wasn't about to complain, not with this view. Then, without warning, Alana leaned in and before Dan could even register what was happening, his cock was deep inside her mouth. Was this really happening? Emily had seldom gone down on him even in good times, and Dan had no idea how long it had been since his last blow job. Three years maybe? As he watched Alana's head bob up and down on his cock, he tried to put all thoughts of Emily or Mark or anything that might complicate this moment out of his mind and focus on the incredible sensation. Alana was applying just the right amount of pressure and she was using her hands at the same time, sliding them up and down the shaft of his cock in sync with her mouth. She was so very good at this. And so beautiful. The way her breasts bobbed up and down. The way her long curly hair draped over his stomach. He gathered her hair up in his hands and held it up so he could get a better view of her beautiful face. She stared up at him with wide, soulful eyes as she continued to suck his cock. He wasn't going to last much longer. Sexual Healing Then, just as he was contemplating warning her that he was about to come in her mouth, she detached from him and raised her body up, her right hand still firmly stroking his cock. She kept rising until her face was just inches from his and the tip of his cock was pressed up against her right breast. Then she repeated what she had said the day before: "Come for me, Dan." It was as if she was in total control of his body. On command, he felt his orgasm taking him. "Oh god, Alana..." he gasped as he came hard. With her hand still firmly on his cock, she pointed it at her nipple. Dan's cum shot out and splashed across her breast, much of it dripping back down onto Dan's t-shirt. After it was clear he was done, Alana flashed a big smile, wiped the cum on her breasts off on Dan's shirt, and quickly stood up and pulled her tank top back on. Then she turned and headed toward the door. "I'm off for my run, Dan. See you in an hour or so. And don't be afraid to ask tomorrow." With that she was gone, leaving Dan in a puddle of his own cum. The rest of the day was uneventful. Dan looked at a few houses, FaceTimed with the girls, and met up with some other friends for drinks. But the whole time he was thinking about Alana, wondering what would happen the next day, wishing he had more than the two days left on this trip. The next morning Dan slept in a little later than normal. When he finally came downstairs, around 9:45 a.m., the house was empty. Mark had long since gone to work and Alana didn't seem to be home. Dan cursed himself for sleeping in. He had a job interview in an hour and plans for the rest of the day. If he'd missed his opportunity to be alone with Alana, he was going to regret it for a long time. Dan dug out his laptop and set it up on the kitchen island to do some emailing. After about fifteen minutes, the sliding glass back door opened and Alana came in. The sight of her nearly took Dan's breath away. She'd clearly been out running. She was wearing a tight little pair of jogging shorts, sneakers, a sports bra, and nothing else. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and the sweat glistened on her skin in the natural light of the room. She smiled warmly upon seeing him as she walked to the sink across from him and poured herself a glass of water. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever wake up," she said, still slightly out of breath from her run. Mark was so caught up by the sight of her that an awkwardly long silence ensued before he remembered to say anything back. Eventually, he managed to say "I was out with Carlos and Marie last night; had a little too much to drink." When she finished downing the glass of water, she gave him a quick up and down glance. "Welp, it looks like someone's happy to see me." Dan looked down and noticed for the first time that not only did he have an obvious erection, but his hand was touching it through his shorts. He quickly let go, slightly embarrassed, though not nearly as embarrassed as he would have been yesterday or the day before. "Should I interpret that as your way of asking for something?" Alana asked, giggling playfully. Dan gave her a sheepish smile, and she motioned for him to come over to her. Dan did as he was told, getting off his stool and walking over to where she was standing, the bulge in his shorts now even more obvious as he walked. She was still drinking her glass of water with her left hand, but as soon as he got to within two feet of her, she reached out with her other hand and cupped his crotch area, feeling his erection through his shorts. With just the one hand, she quickly undid his button and fly and with a quick tug, his shorts fell to the floor. Then she pulled his boxers down too, freeing his cock. Still drinking from the glass, she casually reached out and grabbed his cock and tugged it a little, as if seeing just how hard it was. Then Alana turned toward the sink, dumped the rest of her water out, and put the glass down on the counter. As she did so, she said "I hope you don't mind, Dan, but I'm tired and sweaty, so I'm going to need you to do most of the work this time." Still facing toward the sink, she reached down and shimmied out of her jogging shorts, letting them fall to her ankles. She had on no underwear. Dan gaped at her now exposed ass and legs, so tight and so perfect, and like the rest of her, glistening with sweat. Before he could process what was happening, Alana had placed her hands on the sink in front of her and leaned forward until her ass was pressed right up against Dan's cock. Dan, almost involuntarily, began to move his hips, causing his cock to slide up and down against the crack of her ass, which was slick with sweat. He couldn't believe this was happening and was beyond turned on. After thirty seconds or so of this, Alana looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "Dan, it's okay. Put it in me." Dan wasn't sure he'd ever had a more powerful urge to do anything in his entire life than he did to thrust his cock inside of her at that moment. And when he finally did, it was every bit as amazing as he had imagined. It had been so long that he'd all but forgotten what it was like to be inside a woman. There was truly nothing better in this world. As soon as he had guided his cock inside her, he grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and began to thrust, slowly at first, but with an increasing urgency. Every so often, Alana would look back over her shoulder and smile encouragingly. One of her hands reached back and rested on top of his. Her hips moved in rhythm with his, matching his thrusts. Beads of sweat ran down her back and into the crack of her ass. Dan was in such a state of hyper-arousal that he was surprised he lasted even 15 seconds, but after a few minutes he knew he couldn't hold out any longer. Sensing this perfectly, yet again, Alana reached back and grabbed the base of his cock, repeating that same line: "come for me, Dan." "Oh ffff-fuck" Dan bellowed as his knees buckled and he came hard. At that moment, Alana expertly guided his cock out of her pussy and back onto the crack of her ass. Dan's cum shot across her ass and onto the small of her back. Once he had finished, Alana stood up and turned around. She gave him a warm smile, kissed him on the cheek, and then headed up to take a shower. ... The next day was Thursday, the last day of Dan's trip. He had forgotten that Mark had agreed to take the day off to go fishing with him. As much as he had been looking forward to going out on the river again, now that he was there, he couldn't help but worry that it might cost him his last opportunity to be alone with Alana. And she was all he could think about. As he stood in the stream, alone with his fishing pole and his thoughts, his mind kept returning again and again to her, to her naked breasts, to her sweat soaked hips, to the way she touched him and looked at him as he came. She was so unbelievably sexy. But the more he thought about his encounters with her, the more he realized that her demeanor, her body language and expressions, they weren't those of a lover. They were those of a nurse or a healer. What she was doing was all one-way, it was all for him. She was giving, giving him what she thought he needed. And she was right. He needed it desperately. But these were acts of love and friendship, not lust; they were the equivalent of bandaging up a wound. At no point had he ever seen any real lust in her eyes. Playfulness? Sure. Mischief? Definitely. Genuine compassion? No doubt. But never lust. Never desire. And now that his long-hibernating libido had awakened, it was that mutual desire that he so desperately wanted to experience again. While Dan enjoyed his time out on the river, it was just as he had feared; he had no opportunity to be alone with Alana that day. By the time they got back to the house, it was mid afternoon. Alana was off doing some errands, and Mark began preparing dinner for them. Mark had caught a pretty decent sized Steelhead trout on the river and he was determined to cook it up in his smoker for dinner. Dan and Mark sat on the back porch drinking beer and reminiscing while the fish cooked. It was a perfect day, and Dan really enjoyed Mark's company. He still had not really come to grips with the fact that he'd fucked his best friend's wife. He was somehow able to compartmentalize his encounters with the two of them, to convince himself that he hadn't violated any code of friendship, that it was all somehow okay. Hadn't she said during the massage that Mark wanted her to give him a happy ending? Assuming that was the truth, is it possible Mark approved of the other encounters as well? While Dan desperately wanted to believe that, he was skeptical. At around 5:00, Alana returned. She was radiant, wearing a yellow cotton sun dress that didn't leave very much to the imagination. From the moment she arrived, she seemed to be in a great mood. She was playful and flirtatious. They all had several drinks, enjoyed an amazing meal of smoked fish and fresh fruit and vegetables, and generally were getting along splendidly. It was after dinner that things took an unexpected turn. Alana produced from her purse three little ziploc bags and waived them in front of Dan and Mark. It had been a very long time since he'd seen any, but Dan recognized the contents immediately as magic mushrooms. He'd only had them twice in his life, both times during college, but he still remembered those experiences fondly. They were unlike anything else he'd ever experienced. "I got a bag for each of us. Just enough to do the trick. Are you guys game?" Dan looked at Mark and they both shrugged. Why the hell not? A few minutes later they had each eaten the contents of their baggies and washed them down with half a bottle of beer. Dan couldn't remember how long it took these things to work or even what it felt like. But he was excited. He hadn't done anything this impulsive since...well...probably when he fucked his best friend's wife over the kitchen sink the day before. The anticipation was the worst part, but sure enough, about 20 minutes later, Dan started to see the first tracers in his field of vision, streaks of color that reminded him of the lines the Starship Enterprise would make when it jumped to warp speed. It was nearing sunset, and, like Alana and Mark alongside him, Dan sat in an adirondack chair on the back porch, looking out at the majestic Montana skyline, with the mountains looming in the background like a painting. It would have been a spectacularly beautiful sight without any help, but in his current state, it may have been the most singularly beautiful thing that Dan had ever seen. By the time the sun dropped below the mountains, a powerful body high had washed over him and he felt utterly content and at peace with his life, for the first time in a very long time. Memories of his late wife and the wonderful life they'd shared flooded his consciousness. Good memories. Bad memories. But all of them perfect and lucid memories. None of them troubling. All of them under control. All of them making perfect sense, at least in that moment. The three of them continued to sit on the porch, lost in their own minds and the stunning visuals, for at least 45 minutes. By then it was getting pretty dark. Alana was the first to stir, getting slowly to her feet and then grabbing each of their hands, one after the other, and leading them inside. When Dan got to his feet, he felt that familiar unsteadiness, that weakness in the knees and joints, but he didn't feel impaired. The high coursing through his body was intense, as was the feeling of attachment to his friends and to this place. Alana squeezed his hand tightly and broke into an enormous smile when Dan finally made eye contact. She guided him toward the couch, where they sat down together, still holding hands. Mark was standing by the fireplace in front of them, carefully adjusting the logs and trying to get a fire going. A few minutes later, the flames were lapping at the logs and Mark sat down on the other side of Alana. They all watched the dancing flames. Dan had always been somewhat entranced by fire, but this was downright hypnotic. It was as if the flames were floating out across the room, streaks of light and color radiating in all directions. Alana finally broke the silence: "we need some music." She pulled out her iPhone and scanned through it for what seemed like several minutes. Then she pressed the screen a few times and suddenly music came blaring through the speakers on the walls. It was a song Dan knew but hadn't heard in a long time. David Gray. Life in Slow Motion. Dan had forgotten how wonderful music could sound under this particular form of intoxication. The first time he'd eaten mushrooms, he'd spent much of the night entranced by his roommate's Tool album, and he didn't even like Tool. But this, this was a beautiful song to begin with. And in that moment, in the state he was in, Dan found it hauntingly beautiful. As the chorus began ("life in slow motion/ somehow it don't seem real"), Alana stood up and began swaying to the music, as if in a trance. The only thing more beautiful than the song at that moment was her. The way she moved was so sensual. As she raised her arms in the air, her dress rode high up her hips, revealing a pair of white cotton panties with little blue flowers on them. As she brought her arms down again, her cleavage was on full display, and her hand brushed purposefully against her panties. Alana's eyes were closed and she seemed quite oblivious to the show she was putting on. But Mark was not. Dan couldn't help but notice Mark touching himself through his shorts, a visible bulge beneath his hand. Dan then realized that he had a bulge of his own. When the song ended, Alana opened her eyes, and she looked up at Dan and then Mark, her hand still pressed between her legs. Slowly she walked toward the couch and sat down on her knees in between them. She leaned in toward Mark and paused for a few seconds. She seemed to be whispering in his ear. He nodded and smiled. Then she sat up again and leaned in toward Dan. He thought at first that she was going to whisper something in his ear too, but she kept leaning in until her lips were pressed against his. It was electric It was the first time she had kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back and then they were kissing passionately, her hand resting on his cock. They kissed for what seemed like forever, Alana still on her knees leaning into Dan. Dan was lost in the sensation, the intimacy. When he finally resurfaced, he noticed that Mark was pulling down her panties. Mark's hands and his mouth explored her ass and legs. She smiled at the contact, but continued to kiss Dan. After a minute or two, she let out a brief squeal of pleasure. Dan guessed that Mark's tongue was now pressing directly against her clit. With her right hand, she undid Dan's zipper. As they continued to kiss, Dan pulled his own shorts down, exposing his erection. Her hand was instantly on it, stroking it, as they continued to kiss. Every contact she made on his cock caused a ripple of pleasure to wash over his entire body. It was unlike anything Dan had ever experienced before. Based on the gasps that were coming from Alana, he guessed that Mark's tongue was having a similar effect on her. After a while, she detached from Dan's lips and her lips went down to Dan's cock, enveloping it. If the sensations she was causing with her hand were a 10 on the pleasure scale, this was easily a 15. As he looked down at her head bobbing up and down on his cock, he could actually see waves of pleasure rippling up from his cock through his body and all the way out to the tips of his fingers and toes. On some level he knew it was just a drug-induced hallucination, but it seemed more like a real phenomenon, something the mushrooms were just allowing him to see for the first time. From time to time, Alana would raise her mouth off of his cock and moan in pleasure, while her hand continued to stroke him. After a couple minutes she stopped sucking and sat upright again. Mark raised his head up too, wondering what she wanted. She looked him right in the eyes, a loving smile on her face, and said "I'm going to fuck Dan now, okay?" Mark just smiled and nodded. Not quite believing what was happening, Dan watched as Alana scooted over toward him and lifted her right leg up and over until she was straddling him. Using her right hand to hike up her dress, she reached back with her left and guided Dan's cock inside of her. She was dripping wet and it slid in with no resistance. Alana gasped in pleasure, as if the mere act of penetration had caused her to climax. When she recovered, she began bobbing up and down on his cock. Dan had his hands under her dress, one planted on each hip, guiding her up and down, and each time she did so, a ripple of pleasure coursed through him. This wasn't just sex, it was some unbelievable enhanced version of sex, like nothing he'd ever experienced. With his hands, he reached up and moved the spaghetti straps of her dress to the side and pulled down gently. The entire top of the dress fell down to Alana's waist, exposing her amazing breasts, which Dan immediately cupped in his hands. In his hallucinogenic haze, he felt like he could actually see a heat map on her body, with areas of redness around the key erogenous zones, her pussy, her breasts, and waves of heat radiating out from those points. In the intensity of the experience, Dan had momentarily forgotten about Mark. But Mark had now removed his own shorts and was sitting next to them, stroking his cock in his hand. Alana noticed him too, and motioned for him to come closer. In a naughty little voice, she said "come over here and let me suck your cock, hun." A moment later, he was standing on the couch looming over them. She immediately grabbed his cock with her hand and moments later had it in her mouth. From the moment she began sucking his cock, Mark looked like he had been transported to some other world of pleasure. He had to grab the backrest of the couch and lean against it to stay steady and he was visibly trembling. He kept saying "oh god" and mumbling something about seeing streaks of pure light. The obvious pleasure Alana was giving him seemed to turn her on even more, if that was possible, and she kept having to let go of Mark's cock to moan and squeal in pleasure. But when she stopped sucking, she would always use one of her hands to continue pleasuring him, and he didn't seem to notice the difference, he was so lost in the experience. It was during one such moment that Mark came unexpectedly. He screamed "oh god" and a stream of cum shot out of his cock and landed on the side of Alana's face before falling down on her breasts, some of it even landing on Dan's stomach. She giggled when she realized what had happened, but otherwise took it in stride, wiping her face quickly with her hand and continuing to buck up and down on Dan's cock. When Mark stepped out of the way, Dan leaned forward, grabbed Alana firmly by her ass and flipped her over until she had her back on the couch and her legs in the air. Dan was now kneeling on the floor, his cock still buried deep inside of her. With one quick motion he removed his shirt, and then he began thrusting into her with a renewed urgency. Dan was in such a state of extreme arousal and drug-induced body high that it was as if, with each thrust, he was having an orgasm. He felt himself trembling. And more than that, Alana was trembling too, and the more he stared at her, the more he felt that, with each thrust, her pleasure was somehow flowing into him, that energy was literally passing between them. Alana was in such a state of sensory overload that her eyes were practically rolling back in her head. She had her hands pressed against his chest and her legs high over her head as he pressed her back into the couch. She could barely even make noise at this point and simply shook her head from side to side as if to say it was all too much, that she couldn't take any more pleasure. Sexual Healing Then, in a moment Dan would remember for the rest of life, Alana opened her eyes as wide as could be and looked right at him, her mouth gaping, a look of urgency on her face. "Oh god, Danny, oh god, keep fucking me, just like that...I'm gonna...oh god...I can't...oh...oh...oh ffff-ffuuucckk!" she screamed, and she began trembling so hard she was nearly convulsing. Dan could feel her spasming on his cock. Not wanting to hurt her, he stopped thrusting and watched as she continued to climax. He'd never seen anything like it. It seemed like nearly a minute before her shaking subsided and she opened her eyes and finally spoke. "Oh Dan, I didn't even know something like that was possible." She was absolutely glowing as she spoke. Then she looked down and realized that he was still inside her, that he hadn't come yet. She grinned ear to ear. "Oh Dan, it's your turn now." She leaned forward and pushed Dan back until his cock slid out of her. She moved her arms under his, pushing him to stand up. When he did, she quickly stood up herself and moved in front of him, pushing him down onto the couch. Then she got on her knees and maneuvered his cock between her breasts, pushing them together with her hands to sandwich it. She moved up and down, fucking him with her tits, and looking into his eyes while doing it. Dan had never had anything like this done to him, much less while high on powerful hallucinogens. He had been very close to coming before Alana's never-ending orgasm had interrupted things. But this was a level of visual, mental, and physical stimulation that he'd never before experienced and he felt like he was getting set to explode. It was as if his entire body was an erogenous zone, as if every inch of his body was pressed between Alana's tits. He felt the sensation growing. It started out in the base of his cock but rippled throughout his body almost instantly. All he could manage to get out was "Oh...Alana" before the wave crashed over him. He was vaguely aware of the cum shooting out of his cock onto Alana's breasts, but it was as if it was happening to someone else far, far away. He was overwhelmed by the crashing waves of pleasure that were washing over him, one after another, relentlessly. He'd never had an orgasm anything like this and part of him wondered if anything would ever again come close. When the intensity of it finally subsided, he realized he'd been trembling. Alana was no longer down by his cock, but was now straddling him, kissing his neck, waiting for him to resurface. She whispered in his ear, "I'll never forget this as long as I live. I've never come harder." He whispered back, "I won't ever forget any of this, Alana." He really meant that. For the rest of his life, he would look back on that week, and that night in particular, as a major turning point in his life, the moment when he climbed out of the abyss and began to move on. He was never intimate with Alana again. They all just kind of pretended that week didn't happen. But he thought about her often, and was forever grateful for what she had given him. Sexual Healing 1 I was surfing the internet, as I do only a daily basis since losing my job, searching the regular jobsites, when an ad popped up. Normally, I just hit the escape button, but for some reason that day I didn't. It was a medical research company looking for subjects to participate in a new study. Curious to find out more, I pressed the website link and this ad came on the screen: "Subjects needed for scientific study. Participants must be female, between the ages of 18 and 45, have some type of sexual dysfunction, and not on any kind of hormonal birth control. Participants must be willing to stay at facility for a minimum of 30 days and nights and will be compensated up to $3000.00 after completion of study." I nervously chewed on my lower lip, knowing I was interested in the money since my unemployment was about to run out, and also because I did have a sexual dysfunction. Did I take the next step and call? Suffer through the embarrassment of admitting to such a problem? Well I did need the money, and if it did help me overcome my problem it would be worth the initial embarrassment, I told myself. I quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number from the ad before I lost my nerve. 2 After pages of embarrassing questions about my sexual activities, my emotional state, and a physical, it was determined that my sexual problem was a product of my mind and not a physical problem. I was told, I would not be considered for the study I had called about. However, they did have a study to do with the kind of sexual dysfunction I did have, and it did require staying at the clinic for at least six weeks, but there would be no monetary compensation for this study. Of course, I thought, just my luck. Since I was here, I decided to go ahead. They would at least be paying for my room and board during my stay, and most importantly, I was so tired and frustrated at not being able to be satisfied sexually that I was ready to try almost anything. I was lead to a pretty bedroom, decorated in soft pastel blues and white. I smiled thinking this must be some kind of sign, since these were my favorite colors. There were beautiful fresh white and pink roses on the bedside table. They made the whole room smell heavenly. I felt some of my nervousness start slipping away. Everything will be just fine, I told myself. The room itself, was more like a hotel suite. There was a couch decorated in a blue and white check with flowered pillows on each end. I sat down and placed my feet on the pine coffee table in front of me. I was relaxing quite nicely, and spotted the remote control for the rather large television screen facing the couch, thinking I would check and see what stations were available. I hit the "on" button, and a video started. "Welcome to the study for female sexual dysfunction. I am Doctor Smith and I will be in charge of this study. I hope that this study helps you as well as helps us to learn the best way to heal sexual emotional dysfunction for as many women as we can." "You will actually be in charge of how much interaction you are willing to participate in and in fact we believe you can heal your own dysfunction with the power of your mind. If you are willing to be open and honest, and finally and most importantly, learn to love your body and its sexual functions, we believe this will be a successful study for all concerned." A mild mannered, grey haired gentleman was smiling at me from the screen. He wore the usual doctor's uniform of dress pants, shoes, white shirt, tie, and of course, the white coat. He went on to inform me that at any time if I was not willing to continue "the sexual healing process", as he called it, all I had to do was stop and I could go home. However, he insisted that if I was willing to put forth much effort, then I would gain so much more. At this point, I admit, I was ready to get started. I pushed the button on the intercom and a pleasant male voice told me to try and relax and that someone would see me soon. I lay on my bed, then jumped up and decided I should probably sitting on the couch, and then thought no, oh what does it matter, when I heard a knock on my door. 3 A young man opened the door and poked his head through. "Hi," he grinned, "My name is Ryan." I couldn't help but stare. He was absolutely beautiful with short brown hair and matching brown eyes. His shoulders were broad and tapered into a slim waistline. He looked to be a few inches taller than my five foot, six inches. I didn't know what to do, so I continued to stare at him. He laughed and walked up to me and enfolded me in his arms. He even smelled good! He gently kissed my cheek and led me to the couch. "I know, you were expecting to fill out lots of paperwork about why you think you have a sexual dysfunction or expected to read or watch some videos of what might help you help yourself," he continued to grin," but Doctor Smith believes people who are willing to interact with other people will be able to face their sexual fears and be able to find a sexual solution faster and easier than reading about what to do or watching some video tapes." "So what did you have in mind?" I whispered, my body starting to tremble, thinking of this young man and his body. He held me even closer to his body and caressed my body, slowly sliding his hands up and down my arms, kissing the side of my neck. When I groaned he looked into my eyes, seeing my fear battling with my desire. He kissed my lips gently, just rubbing his lips back and forth across mine. His hands made their way down my back and slowly cupped my bottom. "I, uh, I have to, uh please, um..., can you stop for a moment please?" He smiled in agreement and led me to the couch. He held both my hands as I admitted to him how difficult this was for me. I had so many questions. Before I could ask, he took me into in arms and said, "Yes, I am a sexual surrogate. I help women overcome their sexual hang-ups, and yes I do enjoy what I do. Now, I am sure you want to know if you turn me on, and the answer is yes you do. I have seen your profile and your pictures and I find you very attractive. In fact," he whispered into my ear, "You can feel just how aroused you have already made me," and he placed my hand on his rather large erection. All I could do was nod. This experience was so foreign to anything I had experienced in my life. I wanted him, I realized. I wanted to touch him and hold him and kiss him until all my doubts and fears were gone and I could finally let go of all of inhibitions. I giggled. Whoa there, how about we just start with getting our clothes off? I said to myself. I stood up and silently looked into his eyes. He raised my hands to his mouth and kissed them one at a time. I smiled and knelt in front of him. He nodded to let me know I was in charge. This was all for me. I leaned forward and just lay my hand against his erection still encased in his blue jeans. I chewed my lower lip thoughtfully as I pressed my hand slightly cupping his bulge. I heard a sigh, and I noticed he was leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed. I ran my fingers up and down, tracing as much of him as I could and I felt and saw his erection grow. I sighed, and unbuttoned his jeans. I felt a soft hand at the back of my head, caressing my hair as I started unzipping his jeans. I was a bit surprised to learn he had no underwear on, but that didn't stop me from reaching inside and pulling out a very hard and long penis, the engorged head glistening with pre-cum. I looked into his eyes and put my thumb on the head of his cock. I swirled the pre-cum all around his head, making it shiny. I stroked up and down his shaft and noticed that his balls were still in his jeans. When he felt me pull on his jeans, he lifted up off the couch just enough that I could pull his jeans down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and I quickly rid him of his jeans. His legs opened up a bit more and I could feel his hair tickle the sides of my breasts as I put my mouth on his cock head and started sucking. I took my time, playing with his hanging balls, softly cupping them in my hand and squeezing, then licking up and down his shaft until I reached the head and popped it into my mouth. I had to see how far I could get him in my mouth. My pussy was getting so wet. I had no fear, my only objective was to make this young man cum for me, inside my mouth. I wanted to feel that shaft pulse and shoot his semen deep inside my throat where all I could do is swallow over and over again until he was soft and drained completely. He had other plans however. After stroking, licking, and sucking for just a few minutes he lifted me up until I was standing before him. He stood up and led me to the bed. "I know what that technique was," he said. "You were avoiding the part where I pleasure you, because you are afraid you will not cum. You forget I am here for you." He told me to get on all fours and then to lay my face down on the pillows. I was curious. I wondered what he was going to do when, all of the sudden, he was there. Oh my, I thought, gasping for air. He is licking my pussy from behind. He had his hands on each of my ass cheeks spreading them apart. I wiggled a little trying to get away even though it felt so good. He continued gliding his tongue along my swollen lips, until they opened up, then dove inside. "UGGGHH, OH OH OH OH. AHHHHHHH..." I couldn't even form the words. It felt so wonderful. His sweet teasing tongue, diving in and out of me. I wanted to scream, to shout, but only soft sounds passed through my lips. He continued on sliding in and out, like a small penis, penetrating and then withdrawing, and then he started rubbing my clit, very gently at first in circles. My legs were shaking, and I thought my world would explode. I tried closing my legs but he held them apart, my wetness covering his face. I finally started to feel a small vibration start, and it made my whole body start shaking. I was having an orgasm, but only a small one. He kept lapping in and out, until the last of my shaking was through and I collapsed on the bed. He wiped his face off with the coverlet and put his arms around me. We snuggled until I fell asleep. I woke up in the darkness, feeling a warm body next to mine. I couldn't help myself. I started learning my way around his body. He was so young, his skin was soft and supple. I ran my fingers over the small thin line of hair he had for a mustache and beard. I reached up and kissed his soft lips. So beautiful I thought. I sighed and traced my fingers down his shoulders and arms. I could feel his body shifting. I didn't want to stop though. I wanted more of this young man. I pressed my lips to his nipple and tugged with my teeth. I heard a groan and could see the sheet tenting, his penis lengthening and hardening. Before he was fully awake, I crawled onto my knees and straddled him, sliding his hardening penis deep within me. I felt like sobbing, it stretched me so much, and felt like silk covered steel. It had been so long since I had felt so filled. I put my hands on his chest for support and started grinding against him, barely moving my hips back and forth, slowly, trying to empty my mind of everything except just feeling how wonderful he felt in me. I could feel my body responding, and I started moving faster. I felt his strong hands lift me, and then start pushing deep into me. In and out, pumping back and forth. He started grunting and I matched my rhythm to his. Fast and hard, up and down, until suddenly, I heard him groan and felt his sticky warm essence fill my pussy. He slowly stopped pumping, and slid out with a plop. He gathered me close in his arms and kissed me deeply. "Oh baby, "he said. "That felt wonderful." I don't think he even realized I hadn't come. That was okay. I was use to it. I sighed and drifted back to sleep with his arms around me, smiling to myself. To be continued... Sexual Healing The video was good quality, exceptionally good in fact. The man and woman were either great actors or not acting at all. They started by kissing gently, then passionately and very quickly, as if their lust fast-forwarded them they were both naked and he was sucking her nipples then heading south leaving a trail of wet kisses along the way all over her young smooth skin. Then his head was buried between her thighs, one of her legs draped over his shoulder and the other spread and dangling from the side of the bed, her foot on the floor. I could not see exactly what his mouth was doing to her inbetween, but I could see her face, her expression of total pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her nostrils a bit wider than normal and her nipples, still shining wet with his saliva, were hard and pointing upwards. She looked perfectly beautiful and serene as if she were smelling scents and hearing music from heaven at the same time. She had the expression of the devoutly religious feeling God's presence. The man's head kept bobbing between her legs and her back was starting to arch upwards, her mouth opened a bit more; she was nearing climax. There was, however, no audio. It was a fantastic video. I would have enjoyed if the woman in it were not my wife. There also was that crazy woman sitting with me watching the couple on the screen in the grips of uncontrollable passion. This is not happening, I must have dozed off and this is a bad dream. Hard to believe that minutes earlier, although it feels like a lifetime ago, I was ready to leave for the mountain to ski the long weekend. Gina, my wife could not come, had to stay with her mom who was getting worse; she said. I was even whistling on my way to the car, skis on the roof and gear in the trunk and all set to go, then the red Mercedes came to a grinding halt and the woman with the wide green eyes and flaming red hair came in brisk strides. "Mr. Hood?" "Yes." I answered trying to sound calm. There was something about her. He was beautiful alright, yet beautiful would not be the whole description. She had enough beauty but she also had this quality that few women have: She made me aware of my manhood and, my manhood was certainly aware of her. She also made me very nervous. There was an edge to her talking, her body language which made the encounter tense. Feeling the sexual tension towards her rise inside of me did not help. Perhaps she was a friend of Gina, my wife. I smiled gently, "Gina is spending the weekend with her mother. We were supposed to go skiing but I have to go alone," I added the extra explanation for no other reason than being nervous. "Are you a friend of her, I don't think we met before. Mrs..? I am sorry I don't know your name." "I am not a friend of hers and we have not met before. My name is Brenda." "Nice to meet you Brenda, sorry but I have to go. I hate the reaching the mountains after dark." I said rather sheepishly. "I did not come to talk to your wife Mr. Hood. I came to talk to you," the edge in her voice was getting sharper. "If I am to call you Brenda then please call me Gary or give me your lat name," I tried to say in good humor but it came out clipped and nervous. "Brenda will be fine Gary. After all we have a strong bond. My husband is fucking your wife as we speak, have been fucking her for God knows how long. Go and enjoy your long weekend and when you come back you will be a widower, cus I intend to kill the bastard and the slut." The expression on my face must have spoken volumes; suddenly her shoulders dropped and her stance softened and when she spoke, the tone was milder. "I am sorry. I have been boiling with anger for over a week. I wanted to talk to you. I did not mean it to come out the way it did. Sorry I did not mean to hurt you. " I was shocked and I did not try to hide it. When I talked I was surprised how calm I sounded, "you came to talk so let's go inside and talk." So we were inside. I offered a drink and she declined. I poured myself a scotch then realized I could not possibly enjoy it. I just put it on the table untouched. "Perhaps you should gulp this down, you won't lie this video." She put the video in the player and sat on the other end of the sofa watching it with me. On the screen Gina arched her back and, even without audio, you could see she was screaming. Having what she calls "a motherfucking orgasm." It was a long orgasm as well as intense. She was almost convulsing with her mouth wide open, hands covering her face, her breasts shaking with her orgasmic spasms, her lovely body turning rosy with her boiling blood. It was a cum-shot the porn industry would kill for. He stayed there between her thighs, her legs flailed and kicked involuntarily skyward. Then she gradually subsided. His head stayed there working on her and finally, at long last, he was giving her cunt many cool-down kisses. She calmed, her body relaxed and became totally still. He raised his head; his face shining with her secretions. His mouth traveled upwards, kissing the tuft of hair above the cunt- I trimmed for her only last week, now he was chewing on it. He licked the hair and chewed on it some more, then upwards he went, kissing her navel, her breasts and the finally he was looking at her fondly. Her eyes closed with this heavenly expression of ultimate gratification. She looked angelic. He kissed her gently and her tongue went out and started licking his face. I wanted to push the off button on the remote but hit the ‘pause" button. The image froze with her tongue extended out full length drawing half circle to lick her own juice off his face. I felt a flash of anger and an overwhelming jealousy. My face got hot as if on fire and strangely enough, in the background of it all, as if trying to bury it deep and hide even from myself, I felt very horny. It was animal-like horny. "Are you alright?" she asked and there was genuine concern in her voice. Her green eyes were not shooting darts and her hand touched my shoulder gently. I was indeed hyperventilating. I had a typhoon of emotions swirling in my head. "Sorry, It is not everyday you see your wife…" I did not know how to finish the sentence and just opened my hands in despair. Then I said the craziest thing without ever wanting to: "Give the guy credit, he is an awesome cunt-eater." It was nervous humor but the damage was done. I was staring again at the green eyes, very close to my face, shooting darts of fire from an angry hell. "I am gonna kill them both. He hasn't eaten me in months and he never ate me like this." I felt her anger and pain, I had some boiling inside me. I also had other feelings, totally out of my control. I desired her, lusted for her and in a strange sense, loved her. I could smell her hair, her skin and her overall presence. She excited me, and there was nothing I can do about it. I both liked this weird feeling but yet could not take it. I wanted to either get up and pace like a caged animal; and I wanted to hold her, kiss her, spread her legs and did to her pussy what her husband did to my wife's. I could not get up; I did not want her to see I was developing an erection, a mother-fucking one. "Please forgive me, I always use humor as a defense mechanism. It was in poor taste. I am running a gamut of emotion I don't understand." I tried to justify my comment on her husband being a great cunt-eater. "I am sorry I seem to have taken my anger on you. I should not have come to you with those videos. I was not thinking right. Maybe I should go." "Please don't go; don't leave me now." "What a mess I made. I planned it differently, what was I thinking?" She sounded apologetic, helpless and almost desperate. "I hate to tell you this but you still not thinking straight. I am not judging and I don't blame you. But when you talk about killing people you leave me in a precarious situation. Either you don't mean it and any action I take is an overreaction, or you are serious and I stand to be an accessory to two counts of first degree murder. So tell me once and for all you were just blowing steam." We were facing each other, she smelled clean and feminine and we were close I can soak her beauty. I was not thinking straight either. On the television screen Gina's tongue remained frozen in the act of licking her own cum off the man's face. I wanted to ask what his name was but did not want to open my mouth. I simply enjoyed being that close to her, even after seeing what her husband did to my wife. Or could it be, because of what her husband did to my wife? In the turmoil I was going through, one thing was certain: I hade a huge, painful erection that I hid well the way I sat; but it was starting to hurt. She sighed, "you are a very nice man Gary and I can not lie to you. I really want to kill them both. I think I am serious. Do what you have to do to cover your legal ass. I don't mind taking my punishment for it." The silence was uneasy. She continued, "I have the advantage of knowing where they are. You can call the police right now if you wish but that would seal their fate. You don't have an address, you don't have a last name. By the time they find me they will need two body-bags, at least." The silence that followed was deafening and deadly. I was thinking very fast. "Alright. Let us talk. You either convince me and I'll help you or I convince you to do something else other than double murder." "I don't think so Gary. I really don't think I should have come here. I don't think you should suffer the indignity of watching those videos." Videos? How many are there? She stood up in front of me, her crotch was level with my face. Dear God I smelled her cunt, through the skirt and whatever else. It was maddening, just when I needed all the brains I could muster. "You must have come here because deep down you wanted someone to share those feelings with. You have been suffering and you came here because you wanted someone to talk to; someone to talk you out of committing murder. I don't believe you came here to hurt me." I still could smell her cunt and if she came any closer I will give her cunt a kiss through fabric and come what may. I licked my lips. "Your wife is very beautiful." "Yes, she is indeed. You are a very lovely woman, very lovely and…so sexy." How much I wanted to add that and by the way I am dying to eat you and lick your cum and.. She dropped on her knees and her face was so close to mine I could taste the sweetness of her mouth, so close like two fighters going toe to toe, and yet so far. "Then why is my husband fucking your wife? You know what they are doing now. They are fucking, sucking and fucking and sucking." She started crying and I held her. She kept sobbing and Gina's tongue was still licking her hubby's face. It was a tender moment but did not help the swelling between my legs. I kissed her forehead and she raised her face and our lips touched, ever so gently. I felt dizzy. We almost French-kissed before she shook herself gently and sat down on the sofa but as far away from me as possible. "You are very lovely, Brenda. People do wrong things for wrong reasons all the time. It is not fair to judge a man or a woman by his or her worst act." "You are more forgiving than me." "It is more like being factual. I know men who cheated on the wonderful wives they loved, then spent the rest of their lives regretting the indiscretion. He probably still loves you more than you know or than he knows himself." There was a long pause and I let her think while I collected more of my thoughts. "Sex sometimes is a way to heal wounds we don't want the loved ones to see. You are angrier because you saw tapes. I don't know how many are there. But I only saw few minutes of one video. How long it took you to make those tapes and how much more of them you saw, made you more bitter than me." "I did not make the tapes. I don't know who made them, probably them. I found them in his study by accident, all three of them." "Well, even if love is dead, divorce is a better option than killing people. Yet then, maybe if I watch all the tapes I will change my mind." With that I pushed the "play" button and Gina's tongue finished licking his face off. "Your husband is a very handsome man." She sighed and grunted but said nothing. He was standing looking at Gina's body. The area between her legs was shiny and the tuft of pubic hair wet. His hand caressed her tummy and went to her pussy. He started finger fucking her. Her hand was stroking his cock. His cock was thick like mine but probably shorter but he was very hard. I read Gina's lips begging, "put it in my mouth." He did, ever so slowly approaching till he was close enough for her to grab it and swallow it. She was sucking and moving her head back and forth, her hands fondling his balls. "I can't get the thought of killing them out of my mind. I have been thinking about it since I found those tapes a week ago. Are you always that logical?" "No, I made few stupid mistakes in my life." "Including marrying this woman?" the sarcasm was dripping with the venom of an angry woman. "Gina is not a bad woman. Maybe she wanted to feel young and loved. Maybe I have been busy with work and sports. If it makes you feel any better, she never sucked me like this for a very long time. Maybe I did not give her a chance." "You still defending her? What are you, a fucking saint?" "I am no saint, believe me. I just think if you pass a death sentence on someone, you owe them a fair trial." She thought about that for a while. I added, "let us be fair. You said he never eaten you like this." "Well, he hasn't." "Alright, when did you suck him like this. I'll start the confessional: I have not eaten Gina's cunt in two months. Your turn." "I haven't sucked his cock in..a very long time. Probably three months." On the screen he was nearing climax in her mouth: The veins on his neck stretched and his face turned flaming red. One of Gina's fingers was teasing his asshole. It is always amazed me that, close and during orgasm, women look heavenly serene while men look in severe pain. He started shooting and his cock jumped out of her mouth, spraying her face with two long streaks of cum before she took it back and contained it deep in her mouth. Her long neck showed the fast swallowing motion berating how heavy his orgasm was. She could not take it all and another streak flowed down her cheek, down from the corner of her mouth. His legs wobbled while her tongue drew circles around the tip of his cock licking off the last droplets of his sperm. Then he collapsed to his knees and they were kissing again. They did not rest for long. He rode her, rubbed his cock in her labia few times then he pushed it into her wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around him and the fucking began. On the other end of the sofa Brenda buried her face in her hands and sobbed. I got closer and held her shaking body. "When was the last time you sucked him like that?" Her body shook and when she looked back at me, there were real tears in her eyes. I kissed her lips gently and she kissed me back, or at least did not resist. Encouraged, I licked her lips, lost in the sweetness of it all. Her tongue came gently and licked my lips, our tongues met and I send mine deep into her mouth. I got drunk on the sweetness of her mouth. I sent a hand under her skirt. Her underpants felt soft and stretchable; probably fancy tongs. I got as far as feeling the trimmed hair down there before her hand stopped me. I took her hand and made her feel my erection. She moaned and kept her hand there for few seconds. Slowly, ever so slowly, oh God help me, she reached for my zipper. Her tongue shot daringly into my mouth. When my hand went again under the skirt there was no resistance. She freed my cock out of its confines and was rubbing it. I send one finger in her velvet love hole, already lubed up with her honey, then a second finger. We paused long enough to shed most of our cloths on the floor. I licked the two fingers soaked with her honey and she licked my precum straight off the tip of my cock. She moaned when I opened her legs, taking one foot on the backrest and the other on the floor; then I dove and feasted on her honey pot. I tongue fucked her long and hard till she moaned in the pain of desire. I then started licking her clit. She smelled and tasted horny and wet but so pure. It did not take her very long till I sensed her nearing orgasm. I kept stimulating her clit with my finger and funneled my tongue in position to take her juice in my mouth. When she came her flow was generous but gentle and I was able to drink most of it. What I missed I licked off her thighs and asshole. When she subsided I held her and she said softly, "for all it's worth, you are a hell of a cunt-eater yourself. Walt never ate me like this. Now put this thing in my mouth and let me suck you off till you have no bone marrow left." Oh how beautiful those green eyes of her. Now I reached for the neglected scotch and drained her love juices down with it. She asked for some and I gave it to her straight from my mouth. Then I sat on the sofa and she was on her knees in front of me. She rubbed my hard cock with both hands. She took her sweet time licking and gently biting the shaft and head on my hard rocket. Finally she sucked. I was so ripe I came so quickly and suddenly it shook me like an earthquake. Before I fully subsided, she rode me and we held each other for a long time. I told her she was a hell of a cock-sucker herself. On the screen those two other people were taking turns riding each other; fucking and sucking. Somehow it did not seem to matter anymore. With the chemistry between us, our spouses became, for now, perfect strangers; just two people fucking for our viewing enjoyment. I got hard again, indeed never lost my erection. Brenda rode me first. We came together hot, hard and heavy and then subsided together. It felt so sweet. In a sense it was so healing, a magical moment; and yes, a spiritual communion. Let there more sensuous love and less killing. Let there be more fucking and less murder. "I still feel like killing them though." She sounded more playful, antagonistic or defiant child than a black widow. "You are a hell of a lay Brenda but you are a vindictive woman. For that I am gonna take you to bed, carry you upside down for a good 69 like you never had in your horny life. Then, God be my witness, I am gonna fuck the hell out of you." We raced upstairs to the bedrooms and shower. Around midnight I asked if she still wanted to kill Walt and Gina. "Whoe are they. Shut up and fuck." And may God be my witness, I did. The rest is nothing but fucking history. To be continued. Sexual Healing Chapter 1 I've been in my new apartment for a few weeks now – and I have a problem – I'm not alone but I'm supposed to be. This was going to be my new life after 7 years of marriage, a new apartment, new life, new job, new City – none of these new plans included a night time visitor, and an invisible night time visitor at that. The Beginning. My name is Laurie, 26 years old, recently divorced, shoulder length blonde hair, 5ft6inch, average build, I fit into a size 12. I felt something when I went to view the 4th floor apartment but the price and location were just too good to let a 'feeling' get in the way. Really, in reflection I should have listened to my inner voice because in the few weeks I've lived here things have started to get a little strange. First was the hot water kettle, I like to have a cup of coffee in the morning before going to my job at a busy accountants office, I was finding that the kettle had been turned on and boiled before I had even entered the kitchen. I thought I'd left the kettle plugged in and the thing was malfunctioning – however it did mean that I didn't have to hang around waiting for the kettle to boil and it was happening every morning – including this morning when I'd left the kettle on the other side of the kitchen, unplugged – but here I was pouring boiled water into my instant coffee from a kettle I hadn't boiled. I'd also found cold spots in an otherwise warm apartment. I was having one of those moments where you know things aren't right but you're really trying to act as though they are. The boiled kettle was the least of my worries now though. This morning in the shower, I'd been touched. I'd felt what was like a finger slide down my spine, very lightly but from the top of my neck to the bottom of my bum. And I'd reacted, Oh yes, I'd reacted – jumping nearly out of my skin, unfortunately in a slippery bath, I'd also gone down very hard on my left shoulder and hitting my head on the side of the bath. I'd laid there in the bath for a few seconds with the shower water pounding down on me before I realised that the water had been turned off, I knew I hadn't turned it off. So here I stood in my kitchen, in my bathrobe, with a thumping headache, aching arm, feeling like death warmed over making myself a coffee from a kettle I hadn't boiled. I stopped and looked around the kitchen. I shook my head. "I'm going mad!" I muttered as I walked into the main living room, I reached for the phone, hit the speed dial that would take me straight to the office. "Hi Jean, can you tell Mr Proctor I won't be in today, I'm not feeling well" I spoke quietly into the mouthpiece of the phone, trying not to aggravate any of my aching bits! "Ok thanks Jean" I hung up the phone and stared at it for a second. I tried to make sense of what had happened and I couldn't. The kettle shouldn't be boiling by itself, my apartment shouldn't have cold spots and I most definitely shouldn't be feeling an invisible someone touching me up in the shower. I looked around me, everything looked so normal, sunlight just starting to come though the windows of the main living room, looking sunny and warm on what was a clear and crisp Friday January morning. I glanced at the wall clock, 8.30am. The rest of the day passed without incident – I'd got dressed, sat and watched daytime TV as I'd eaten my breakfast of cereal, sat and read for a while, using an icepack on my shoulder – which had turned into an ugly blue bruise, my headache had vanished thanks to some strong painkillers. But still there was a knot of apprehension in the pit of my stomach, there was an atmosphere in the apartment that was getting stronger as darkness was approaching. It was making me nervous. I started to jump at the smallest of sounds. "Get a grip Laurie" I said quietly to myself wondering if I'd hit my head harder than I'd realised. By 4.00pm I'd had enough, irritable and feeling sick with nerves I pulled the drapes closed over all the windows, shut myself off from the outside world and put all the lights on in the apartment – now that was new, I scolded myself for acting like a child and quickly turned the lights off I didn't need on. It didn't change the atmosphere in the apartment, it was as though something was waiting. I didn't want to feel like this in my new home. By 6.30pm, my headache had returned with a vengeance. Holding a replenished icepack to my head, I made my way to my bedroom, turning lights off as I went, until the only illumination was in my bedroom. I crossed the room, pulling the blinds down over the windows and pulling the drapes, I like to sleep in pitch-black so I'd added blinds over the windows in my bedroom as well as drapes. I went to the bathroom, using the toilet and brushing my teeth, my headache a blinding ache that had spread to my shoulders. Gratefully, I moved back into my bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. I only needed a little lie down until the extra painkillers I'd taken could kick in. I stripped my clothes off and put my short sleep t-shirt on, taking only seconds to turn the lights off, plunge the room into darkness and lie on top of my quilt covered bed. The darkness enveloped me. I was dreaming, I moaned. I was lying on my stomach, my arms loose at my sides, I could feel firm fingers kneading the muscles at the back of my neck under my T-shirt, down onto my shoulders, carefully working their way round the vivid blue bruise on my left shoulder but finding all the tight spots of tension and ache. Unconsciously I moved a little craning my neck and hands made their way to the base of my neck again, fingers gentle but insistent. It took another second to realise that I wasn't dreaming and as my eyes shot open, I knew I wasn't alone and that a very real pair of hands was massaging my neck and back. I heard a whisper "Laurie" With a speed even I didn't know I possessed, I was off the bed and running for the bedroom door, in my panic completely forgetting that I had a bedside lamp that I could have switched on but no, in a pitch-black bedroom my first thought was to get out. Of course I didn't make it. I aimed for the door, my hands feeling the edge of it before I was pulled back. "Get off me!" I screamed as arms I couldn't see snaked around my stomach, pinning my arms to my sides. I tried to bend but the arms were strong and tight, I kicked back, heard a grunt and connected with a leg but still the arms didn't let go. In shock I realised that I was feeling naked skin. Blind panic overtook me as suddenly I was pushed back onto the bed, I scrambled to the wooden headboard, clinging to it, looking blindly round the room into the blackness, then reaching for the bedside lamp, I clicked the switch – nothing happened, the light didn't come on. Fear washed over me, I could feel him watching me. I knew from the feel of his bare chest and strength of the body that my attacker was a 'he'. I hugged my pillow to me like a shield, drawing my legs up close, trying to make myself as small as possible. "What do you want?" I whimpered to the blackness of my bedroom. The words came back clear, confident and very male "I want you". The fear rose in me like bile, I felt very small, very insignificant and very alone. "Please leave me alone, I have money in my purse, and some jewellery, you can have them, please?" my voice broke sounding pathetic even to my ears. I hugged my pillow closer. "I don't need your money or jewellery, just you" he answered me. I tried to judge where in the room the voice had come from but the room was so quiet and dark, I couldn't. Quick hands reached for my pillow shield and easily pulled it from me – I screamed then as my legs were pulled down and I ended up lying flat on the bed, my T-shirt rising just above my ribcage, I kicked and fought like a wildcat, kicking and hitting out at my assailant, not seeing the body but knowing that it loomed just above me, the bed sagging with his weight, as he struggled with me, trying to hold my body down under his. In seconds it was over, I felt his bare body next to mine on the bed, a heat radiating from it, my hands were being held over my head in one of his hands, my legs being pinned down by his, my body stretched. His voice came near to my right ear "I'm sorry I hurt you in the shower, you just looked so beautiful with the water flowing over your back, I had to touch you". I froze, "Who are you?" I whispered back, knowing full well that whoever had touched me in the shower hadn't been visible. Did that mean that this very real feeling man wasn't really here. My brain refused to take all this in. I felt the first prick of tears forming at the edges of my eyes. 'I am real for you and that's all you need to know' his voice was more of a caress, and I could feel his warm breath across my cheek as he spoke, hands I couldn't see moved the strands of my hair that were trapped across my face. I turned my head towards that voice, whimpering as a finger gently rubbed across my lips, tracing the outline. I tried to pull my arms down, still finding them held tight, panic overtook me again and I realised I was crying. Instantly anger followed. "Let me go you bastard, or I'll scream so loud I'll have the neighbours calling the police". He chuckled then, male and full of humour "don't worry about screaming, I'll make you scream before the night is over". Fear flowed through my veins ice. Even if I did scream for help, I doubted that any of my neighbours would hear or come running to my rescue. I realised that there was probably no way I was going to be able to stop what he was going to do to me, I knew it was going to end in my rape, he was too strong, too heavy for me and the body lying next to mine felt huge compared to my slim frame. I was on my own but he wouldn't get me without a fight. It was as if he could read my mind, I made my body rigid and tried to anticipate his next move. Instead he sent me into a frenzy of thrashing as his free hand went to my bare stomach. I whimpered as his fingers started to trail circle patterns on my skin, coming to the waistband of my panties, then trailing back up next to my navel, I squirmed trying to move away as his finger tickled the inside of my bellybutton. "Get off me" I begged as his hand worked its way up to my breasts, still encased in the bunched up T-shirt. "Take it off" he whispered, I shook my head No. So he just used his free hand and pulled it up clear of my head, my struggling made no difference at all, he wanted it off and off it came, defiantly I still tried to hang onto the cloth, as he leaned over me and yanked it off my hands, then I was held down again – his hand securing both of mine and his legs entwined with mine, keeping me pinned. I stopped struggling when the thought came to me that maybe he could see in the dark, he was moving as if he could – I still couldn't even though my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, all I could see were vague shadows and I still couldn't see him. I didn't want to give him the thrill my breasts heaving around as I struggled. And then it began. I jumped as his hand went back to my stomach still trying to pull my hands free from his relentless grip, again the lazy little circles on my skin, moving over my stomach, delving into my bellybutton but going no lower, nails just gently scoring, I tried to hold still, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but it was hard and after a minute of so of this when his hand moved upwards towards my breast I did flinch and whimper. I imaged his body next to mine and he watching every move I was making. "Get your filthy hands off me" I growled through my teeth. I didn't want this man, this thing, messing with my breasts, especially as they were one of my sensitive areas. He didn't answer me or stop and the touch when it came was like an electric shock passing through me, his full palm over the tip of one of my nipples, pressing in a circular motion, fingers pulling on my nipple and rolling it between his fingers, moving slowly onto the next breast, then back again. "Do you like that?" he murmured into my ear, "or maybe you'd like this better". I gasped as I felt his tongue tracing the edge of my ear, I tried to pull away from him as his tongue plundered my ear, I could hear his breathing and my heart pounding – he could too because he laughed. I tried to stifle a moan, but the sensation was so different, my ex-husband had never done this to me. I squeezed my legs together, and felt a flutter starting in my pussy. Finally he was done with my ear and I realised I'd been holding my breath. But it didn't stop, straight down his mouth went, right onto my sensitive nipple. I tried to push him off but he was determined to get his prize and as soon as I felt his teeth graze and nip the edge of my breast, I froze. But his mouth and teeth went gentle, too gentle and I found my body betraying me. My nipples went into hard little buds with the flesh around going goosepimply. He sucked and licked moving from one breast to the other, until my nipples ached with all the attention they were getting. "Relax Laurie, enjoy it" he whispered just before taking a mouthful of my breast and sucking on it. His words shocked me, he'd used my name, like a Lover would but he wasn't my lover, he was my rapist. But the word didn't fit, he was making love to me, he hadn't hurt me, and god help me he was starting to turn me on. Why couldn't he stop this torture and just get on with raping me, I'd tried to ignore the fire that had started in my pussy when he'd touched my ear but now with the attention my breasts had been getting, it was turning into a raging inferno. I made my decision, I wouldn't be took pinned down and helpless. "Let go of my hands" I whispered to him. He moved his hand and mine were free, I rubbed my wrists. He hesitated for a second then moved his legs off mine. I now lay there next to him. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him not looking where his face would be but instead looking towards the bedroom ceiling, I dreaded the answer. "I want to give you pleasure, I want to be close to you, to feel something warm, let me love you Laurie" these were not the words I thought I would hear. Shyly I reached out, I touched his arm, it was warm covered in short hairs, I moved onto his chest and had the satisfaction of hearing him draw his breath in, I smiled into the darkness – then feeling his chest, bare skin, smooth and warm, I moved my hand down to his stomach, feeling the little twitches of nervousness in his muscles. He was taunt, I could feel the ridges of his stomach muscles. I stopped short of feeling his manhood. I kneeled up, I wanted to feel him with both my hands. He was still lying down, I'd never explored a man properly before, my ex-husband didn't go in for a lot of touching, and I was liking what I was feeling. "Let me see you" I spoke quietly into the darkness. "Soon" he answered catching both my hands in his. Then I was pulled down again, and it was he who was kneeling by my side. I moaned as both of his hands started to play with my breasts, pulling and teasing, I covered his hands with mine, feeling the power of them, and then stretched, arching my back, pushing my breasts towards him. His mouth came down, kissing and nuzzling the valley inbetween my breasts, making me moan in pleasure. Then I felt him shift position, the bed sagged as he moved down. I had a moment of panic, this was it – he'd finished playing and teasing, now he was going to fuck me. I was turned on but this was too quick, I fought to control my breath, I'd been enjoying it, forgetting what was eventually going to happen to me. I felt a longing go through me, I was hoping that I was going to get a little more pleasure before the inevitable happened. "You Ok Laurie?" he asked gently. It was as though he sensed something was wrong. I nodded and lifted my bum as he tugged at my panties. But I must have tensed up, I tried to stop my hands balling into fists but instead ending up clutching at the quilt cover. Then I was naked in front of him. I was fairly sure that he could see me in the darkness, I tried to cover my nakedness with my hands. Feeling more and more nervous at what was to come and not certain that I was ready. The wetness and throbbing of my pussy had more or less gone. He pulled me further down the bed. I had to say something. "Please be gentle, its been a while". Last thing I wanted him to do was drive into me like a piledriver, something my ex was good at. I waited, fully expecting him to position himself between my legs, but he didn't. Nerves got the better of me, I crossed my hands defensively over my chest. Oh god, I couldn't do this. Suddenly I was saying the words out loud "I can't do this, Oh God, I can't let you do this to me!". And I was up and pushing away, towards the edge of the bed, where I fell off. In an instant he was there, strong arms pulling me up, I felt sick, scared, nerves jumping around me like hot coals. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his chest, he was a few inches taller than me, my head rested on his chest and I could feel his chin on the top of my head. His manhood just level with my stomach but it was soft. It was unnerving having this stranger naked and pressed up against me. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would come right out of my chest. Then he spoke again, very quietly and softly – "Just trust me Laurie, I could never hurt you, give me a chance, if you say stop, I'll stop – no question, Ok?" I lifted my head, I still couldn't see him but I spoke where I knew his head to be "I don't know who you are, I don't think your human, you touched me in the shower but I didn't see you". I waited for his answer "I was human Laurie, my name was Rob, and I'll give you answers but not now, later". Then his voice was coaxing, teasing, "Come on let me finish you off". Reluctantly I let him lead me back to the bed, maybe if I let him finish, it would be all over. With a jolt I realised that he hadn't gone near my pussy at all even with all the teasing and touching. So it was with a heavy heart that I let him push me back, and bend my legs at the knee, fully spreading my pussy open to him. Maybe I was a little naive but I had no idea what he was planning to do so when I felt his arms come between my legs, pushing me open a little wider, I thought he was going to finger me to see if I was wet enough for him. I lay with one arm covering my eyes, the other hand a tightly clenched fist on my chest, I let my legs fall open wider, waiting for his fingers but it wasn't his finger that touched me, I realised that when I felt his head inbetween my thighs. I squealed "What are you doing?" a mix of fear and fascination hit me at the same time. I started to struggle and push away from him but he was too quick and grasping my hands firmly in his own, he pushed with his shoulders and I found myself in a new position with my legs over his shoulders, my pussy fully open and spread for him and my hands being held down by his and trapped either side of my body. It had the effect of pulling my pussy towards his mouth. "I'm not sure about this, I've never done this before" I whimpered. In truth, I'd always wondered what it felt like, girls seemed to love oral, my ex didn't like to give or receive so I'd experienced neither. There was a quiet wonder in Rob's voice "you've never had oral?" I slowly shook my head. "Well then just lie back and enjoy it, because I'm going to give you the licking of your life and then I'll get my scream". I blushed at his words. He didn't let go of my hands, he knew that I would still try to get up and away from him. It started gently, just light kisses on the inside of my thighs, he nipped gently at the tender skin, making me squirm. Then I froze as I felt the first touch of his tongue, slowly he slipped it around the outer edges of my pussy. I could feel him tonguing the trimmed hairs, the tip of his tongue probing lightly. He ran his tongue and mouth all around the outer edges, lulling me into a false sense of security, waiting for the right time to push all the way into me, hard and sharp as a spear. I yelped and tried to move but it was too late, his tongue buried itself to the hilt, I could feel it moving and exploring delicate tissue of my pussy, his nose hitting my clit, "oh my God" I moaned, my pussy started to throb, his tongue swirling and probing deep, then light, soft then hard. He was pulling down on my hands, pressing his face deeper and deeper. Sexual Healing The licking and probing got more insistent, seeking out places in my pussy that I'd never had touched before, I realised that the low keening noise I was hearing was me. He moved, just very slightly, but he let go of my hands, I moved them to his head, noticing that his hair was short, I rubbed his head gently. I heard him groan. Then I knew why he'd loosed my hands, he needed his. Without warning, his tongue came out of my pussy and started to attack my clit, holding my pussy open with his now free hands, I was fast losing grip, writhing under his attentions, whimpers and low moans that I couldn't stop coming from my mouth. I started to hump his mouth, his tongue, I was so close, I was riding on a crest filled with shooting stars waiting to explode. "Do you want me to stop?" his words seemed to come from a long way away, blindly I shook my head, I was so near, so close to my goal - Then it happened, he drove two of his fingers, up to his knuckles straight into my pussy, it was too much – his tongue dancing on my clit and his fingers pistoning in and out – I screamed as my world shattered into thousands of stars, then I got higher and higher and exploded again, I bucked against his fingers, still plunging in and out of me, my wetness soaking the quilt. "No more" I managed to gasp "please stop". Then he was again lying by my side, one of his hands resting on my stomach, still feeling the quivers of my release. He laughed gently "I got my scream". "What about you" I asked quietly. He shushed me with a gentle finger on my lips. We lay there for a few minutes, he'd moved me round so my back was to him and we spooned – it was comfortable and warm – exhausted I must have fell to sleep because it was the next morning when I awoke and he'd gone. Sometime during the night, he'd covered me with the quilt but under it I was still naked, my pussy tender and sore, my wrists a little bruised from being held and my breasts marked with small bite marks. I knew it hadn't been a dream, my T-shirt and panties were still on the floor where he'd thrown them. I got up slowly from the bed, my shoulder aching a little but I felt good, I pulled my robe on then opened the drapes and the blinds to let light it, checking my bedside clock to find it was 10am, luckily I didn't work weekends. Once in the kitchen, I found the kettle had already been boiled. I wondered where last night was going to lead, fully aware that he hadn't actually fucked me, well not with his dick. It wasn't even technically a rape, but I had to admit that the atmosphere I'd been feeling in the apartment had gone, it felt light and airy. Maybe I wouldn't see, well not see, feel Rob again. Sexual Healing My parents had changed. I could feel it. I could see it in their appearance and in their behavior. Only three months ago they were fighting constantly. Their problems got so bad that they had to start seeing a marriage counselor. I figured that it was because of the ten-year age difference between them. My dad was a very handsome man and in a very good physical shape. At thirty-six he was ten years younger than my mother. My mom was also in good physical shape and she looked at least ten years younger than her age; but from what I overheard when they fought she did not need as much sexual attention as my dad did. I felt sorry for my dad. The poor guy was frustrated and did not know what to do. He would come home with flowers and wine and still would get into a fight with my mom at the end of the night. He was so frustrated that he started asking me for advice, his eighteen-year-old son. As awkward as it was at the time I am glad that he did that. "I don't know what to do anymore buddy," he said to me once with tears in his eyes. "It's so tough to have a beautiful wife, knowing that she doesn't want you anymore." "Well dad as you may have noticed I'm no Romeo myself," I replied to him, "but you could use some help from a marriage counselor or therapist or whatever they call themselves these days." My father's face lit up at my suggestion. I could see hope in his sad eyes. He told me that he would do that depending on how willing my mom was to go see a therapist with him. Well I guess that my mom was as willing as my dad to solve their problem because the very same week they went to their first session with a therapist. They did that for a couple of weeks until I saw the first major changes in my mom's appearance and behavior. She started dressing in sexier outfits and got blonde highlights in her beautiful brown hair. She started acting like a teenager in heat around my now very happy dad. They would kiss openly right in front of me and at nights I could hear them fuck passionately in their room. After a while they started spending Friday nights away from our home and when they got back on Saturdays around noon they looked happy and exhausted. They were very openly sexual with each other, and me being a shy teenager always ran away when I saw where their flirting was going to lead. I was a shy boy and admittedly a bit sexually confused. I liked girls very much, but I also liked looking at my schoolmates' naked bodied in the shower. I had only one girlfriend in my entire eighteen years of existence, but she was more of a plutonic love interest than a lover. Yes I was a virgin and being extremely shy I was in no hurry to lose my virginity. I was waiting for the right time, the right girl or boy. My mom and dad started fucking with their bedroom door completely open, and I would jerk off to the sound of their passionate lovemaking. "Buddy I don't know how to thank you for your advice," said my dad as we were having breakfast once. "Your mom and I went to a marriage counselor and she introduced us to an unconventional sexual therapist." "Yes honey," my mom said looking directly at me with her fiery brown eyes. "Her name is Gina and she has changed our lives profoundly." "She is coming to stay with us tonight," my dad continued. "We were thinking maybe she could help you out too." "Yes baby. We will ask her tonight if she can help you get over your shyness," my mom said with a smile. "Yes son. You are so young and handsome. But you are so shy. You are wasting your youth. One session with Gina and you will be a completely different man," my dad said very seriously. "I...I don't know dad," I replied shyly, "I'm glad that she has helped you guys. But I seriously don't know." "Oh don't worry about it honey," my mom said, "leave it to your father and me!" As shy as I was I was extremely excited about my parents' offer and concern. They were going to set me up with their therapist, the woman who had worked magic with their own relationship. I was shy but not a fool. I had no idea what they were going to tell her and what she was going to do for me, but I was still very excited. Gina walked through our door at around 6 pm. As soon as I saw her my heart melted like an ice cube on a hotplate. Gina was probably thirty-years-old. She was tall with beautiful legs, long blonde hair that came all the way down to her perfectly shaped butt and big firm boobs. Her eyes were sky-blue and she had the cutest full lips. She smelled like a rose garden and her voice was mesmerizing. That is what a good and successful sexual therapist ought to look like, I thought to myself. She walked gracefully to my mom and dad and kissed each of them passionately on their lips. Then she turned to me. "Oh you must be Nick," she said in her enchanting voice and kissed me on my mouth. "You are so much more handsome than I'd imagined." I was so thrilled by the unexpected kiss that I could not utter a single word. "Oh you're so cute, look at his face he's turned completely red!" Gina told my parents and they all looked at me with smiles on their faces. As shy as I was I still could not look away from this Nordic beauty. Her golden hair seemed to glow with a source of energy of its own. This was the perfect woman. No other woman could compare to her eternal beauty. I had no idea what to do, to stay there or to go upstairs to my room. I stayed. "I absolutely adore your house," Gina told my mom. "It's so nice to be here. Of course you know that I'm here as your friend not as your therapist. So whatever we do tonight is not necessarily by the book." "Oh that's very nice of you Gina," my mom said to her, "but we insist on paying you for tonight's session." "Oh no way Angie," Gina replied, "I really like you and Dave. So let's not waste anymore time and go to your bedroom." Then she turned to me and said, "Do you want to come and watch Nick?" What the fuck? What could she ever mean by that? I was trying to find the right words. But what were they? Yes I want to watch my parents and you fuck each other's brains out? No I can't possibly do that? Yes I would love to? No I can't? It was too late. They had already started going upstairs to my parents' bedroom. I was left alone in the living room like an idiot. I went to the kitchen to get a nice cold drink. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating fast. The thought of seeing my mom and dad...and Gina naked sent shivers down my spine. I was so hot. Even the coldest drink did not have the power to cool me down. What the hell were they doing upstairs? I had to find out. I started climbing the stairs. I heard loud moans coming from my parents' bedroom. "Yeah suck your hubby's beautiful cock Angie," I heard Gina's voice urging my mother. "Yes that's it honey!" I felt my cock moving in my shorts. My dad had a beautiful cock and my mom was sucking it right now, with Gina at their side, guiding them and telling them what to do! This was out of this world, a dream perhaps. No I should not picture my dad's "beautiful" cock, or my mom's pretty mouth wrapped around it. I should chase these forbidden thoughts away. But I most definitely could not! The door to my parents' bedroom was completely open. I stood outside their bedroom, unable to move. My beautiful mother was sucking passionately on my father's big cock. Gina was right; it was a beautiful cock. Gina was completely naked, so were my mom and dad, she was fondling my dad's big balls as my mom sucked his cock. Gina raised her head for a few seconds and gazed directly into my eyes; she smiled. "Now start fingering his asshole Angie," Gina told my mom. "Remember how much he likes that?" Gina lowered her head and spat a few times on my mom's fingers before she inserted them into my dad's asshole. My dad's eyes were closed and he was moaning with pleasure. He was stroking my mom's lustrous hair with one hand and Gina's golden hair with the other one. My cock was throbbing painfully in my shorts. I had to let it out. I unbuttoned my shorts and let my cock free from my shorts and underwear. It was still throbbing although I doubted that it would get any harder or bigger than it already was. "Oh look at your son's cock guys," Gina said to my surprise and both my parents found me standing by the door. I had no idea what to do. I wanted to run away and hide in my room, but my legs were weak. My mom after a short pause started pumping her fingers in and out of my dad's asshole again, though she was still looking at me. No, she was looking at my hard cock. Her eyes were glued to my throbbing cock. My dad smiled at me. "Come closer to the bed son," he said in a kind tone, "there's no reason to be shy anymore. You can stroke your cock while you're watching us. It's ok!" My mom definitely agreed with my dad because she started pumping his asshole harder and sucked his cock faster than before. Gina looked at me and smiled. "Come on over here baby. Take your clothes off and get on the bed right next to me," she told me lustfully. I obeyed her as if I were hypnotized. After I dropped my clothes on the floor I sat next to her on the bed. She told me to spread my legs wide open and face her. I did as I was told again. Gina moved me to the center of the bed and told my mom and dad to sit at each side of me. "You guys sure that he's a virgin?" she asked my mom and dad and they nodded yes. "Ok then I will first give him a hand job. He will be too sensitive to last more than a second inside my pussy right now!" She leaned over my cock and spat on it. A big glob of saliva landed on my hard cock. Then she wrapped her exquisite fingers around it and started stroking slowly and gently. "Tell me baby, why are you still a virgin? Don't you like girls?" she asked me softly. "Umm yeah. Oh your hand feels so good on my cock!" I replied. "But tell me honey, you like boys too! Am I right? It's ok to tell me the truth. You are naked on a bed with your hot parents. It's ok!" "Umm ok. Yes I like cocks too. I mean I like girls more than boys, but I like to feel a cock in my hands, my mouth and maybe even my ass!" "Look at your dad's hard cock. Do you want to touch it? Do you want me to rub your dad's strong cock on your nipple?" she said as she grabbed my dad's cock in her hand. I swallowed hard and said, "Oh God yes...he has a gorgeous cock!" Gina started rubbing the tip of my dad's cock on my stiff nipple. Some pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock and it felt fantastic on my nipple. "Do you want me to slap your face with this big cock?" she asked me but did not wait for me to answer the question. She started slapping my dad's cock on my lips and cheek. "Take your tongue out and lick it like a good boy!" I stole a look at my dad's face. He was looking at my face and had a smile on his. I took my tongue out and carefully licked the tip of his cock. My mom's mouth closed around my nipple and she started sucking it noisily. I took it as a sign of approval from her. It was important to me that my parents approved of what was going on between us. They obviously did. "Ok are you ready for this? I'm going to shove your dad's cock into your mouth now. I want you to suck it for me baby," Said Gina and pushed the tip of my dad's cock into my cock hungry mouth. I felt the texture of my dad's thick cock with my tongue and closed my lips around it. My dad started to moan softly. Gina went back to stroking my cock. "Angie, come on over here baby. I want you to finger your son's tight asshole for me!" Gina ordered my mom. My mom got in between my legs and put her fingers in her mouth, but Gina stopped her. "No Angie, I want you to spit directly into your son's asshole. That way it's more fun for both of you!" Gina lifted my butt from the bed and told my sexy mother to put her mouth directly on my asshole. "Now stick your tongue up his asshole Angie. That's it. Good girl. Spit into it. Push your ass into your fucking mother's face Nick. Yeah, this is so fucking hot. Oh my God!" My dad's cock in my mouth and my mom's wet tongue up my tight asshole; I was in Heaven! Gina was stroking my cock harder and faster now. "Finger his fuckinng asshole now. Do it hard with three fingers all the way up his asshole, and suck on his balls. I want to make him cum hard!" Gina directed my mom. My mom power fucked my asshole with three fingers as directed by the sexy therapist. I was sucking my dad's cock harder too. He suddenly grabbed my head and started pumping my mouth with full force. After just a few thrusts he grunted and shot his hot cum inside my mouth. My own cock started shooting cum in Gina's hand. My mom's face was covered with my thick and creamy cum. Gina started licking my hot cum off my mom's face and spitting it into her mouth. My cock was still hard. Gina held it up and helped my mom straddle it. Her pussy felt hot and wet as she lowered it down on my shaft. My hot mother was riding my cock. I could not believe it. She went up and down my cock forcefully. Gina stroked my mom's hair and put her hand on her swollen clit. Her mouth took one of my mother's nipples in and she sucked on it noisily. "Oh my fucking God! I'm cumming on my son's God damn cock!" my mom exclaimed as she climaxed on my hard shaft. She collapsed on top of me. Her big breasts felt wonderful upon my chest and she kissed me deeply on my mouth. "Ok guys, it's my turn to cum. Angie I want you to lick my pussy. Dave put your cock in my mouth. I want to suck you hard again, and Nick...you help your mother!" came the orders from our hot therapist. My mom lay in between Gina's spread open legs and started sucking and lapping on her beautifully trimmed pussy. She told me to take her clit in my mouth and suck as hard as I could. I loved the taste of her pussy. I instinctively started biting gently and sucking on her enlarged clit. From time to time I would stop and kiss my mom, licking Gina's tasty pussy juice off her face. Gina came, and she came hard. She pushed her pussy into our sucking, licking and biting mouths. Then her body went stiff for half a minute as she announced that she was cumming again. "Wow, that was great. You are a fucking natural at this Nick!" she said with a content smile on her face. "Do you still want to try a big cock up your ass? I think I have one ready for you right here!" "I sure do. I just hope that it doesn't hurt too much." "Oh don't worry baby, I won't let your dad's cock hurt you. Trust me!" As I lay on the bed Gina and my mom lifted my butt again. They started by spitting a lot into my asshole and with their loving fingers they worked their hot saliva all the way up my hole. My dad got into position in front of me. He also contributed to the ladies spitting frenzy. Then my mom and Gina each inserted two fingers up my asshole and started fucking and stretching it. This went on for about fifteen minutes until Gina announced that I was ready to take in my dad's big cock. Gina grabbed my dad's cock and put its tip on my anus opening. She pushed the tip gently in and it went past my already stretched opening without a problem. "Ok Dave, push your cock gently up your son's asshole. Very slowly." Gina told my dad. I did not expect his big cock to feel so fucking good inside me. When his cock was all the way in it massaged my prostate and my cock got immediately harder than steel. "Are you ok buddy?" my dad asked me worriedly. "Yeah I'm fine dad. Start fucking me now. I want you to fuck me hard. I love the way your cock feels up my asshole!" He started fucking me forcefully. My dad was a wonderful ass fucker. He fucked me with short strokes, long strokes and half strokes, changing his tempo as he fucked away. Gina played with my balls as my mom sucked my hard cock. My mom looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes from time to time. The bored housewife was no longer present in her. She was a hot and sexual vixen now. Gina moved down to my face and started kissing my mouth. Her kisses were wet with her hot saliva. She opened my mouth with her fingers and spat into my mouth at least a dozen times. I drank her saliva eagerly and wanted more. "Oh God...look Nick! Your fucking hot parents are fucking the shit out of you. Is it cool or what?" "Yes Gina...oh mom I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Shit!" At the same time as I shot my load into my mother's mouth my dad announced that he was cumming. He filled up my asshole with his hot juice. "So guys now you see why I'm here as your friend and not a therapist. I never recommend incest to my clients. But it's way too fucking cool not to recommend it to my good friends!" Sexual Healing Sarie stifled a yawn as she combed her long, auburn hair. She'd felt so exhausted lately. This didn't worry her at first, but friends encouraged her to see a doctor and at least have a check-up. Liz, a co-worker, referred her to a young doctor who supposedly was innovative, intelligent, and compassionate toward his patients. Sarie didn't put much stock in receiving help for her ailments whether real or imagined. Nothing really mattered since she and John broke up. According to her mother she'd "let herself go." Usually fastidious with clothes and make-up, she'd starting wearing baggy, matronly clothes. Even showering seemed like a pointless effort. For the past six months John was her life. She wore what he liked, down to her silk and lace thong panties. She combed her hair the way he liked it. She wore shoes he picked out (usually sandals, even in the middle of winter). It got to the point where Sarie didn't know what she liked. Only John's opinion mattered. It all, as her grandmother used to say, ended in tears. John left her for one of his Introduction to Anthropology students, a young, and oh so willing, nineteen year old with the brain of a snow pea and brand new breasts. (A high school graduation present from an overly indulgent mommy and daddy). John's friends claimed to hate the little slut, but soon they quit contacting Sarie. They were John and his eye candy's friends now, not hers. Despite her lethargy and ennui, she spent a half hour shampooing her hair and an hour brushing, curling, and teasing it. "Who am I trying to catch?" she mumbled to herself. She put on her favorite pink lace bra and matching panties before she could talk herself out of it. It was as if an inner hopefulness was driving her. She'd never seen Dr. Polk before. He was probably some over-confident Dockers wearing jerk who thought women should bow down to him because he went to med school. Or some science and math nerd who was too shy or dull to care what his female patients looked like naked. Yet, the feeling of excited anticipation wouldn't go away. After a surprisingly brief drive in morning rush hour traffic, Sarie arrived at the doctor's office. As she opened the waiting room door the sweet, spicy scent of lavender incense surrounded her. Indian sitar music played from a CD player on a teak desk. "Oh great, he's a hippie." Sarie thought. Despite her negative thoughts, her pussy twitched with excitement. Sarie gently bit her lower lip to contain herself. A sign on the teak desk advised patients to wait patiently for the doctor to bring them into his office. Sarie hated to wait, but was well trained by both her parents and society to follow the rules. She obediently picked up a magazine and pretended to read until the doctor called her. "Sarie Morris," a firm, yet kind masculine voice called. Sarie looked up to see a tall, boyishly handsome man in a white coat. His golden brown hair was neatly swept back in a ponytail. Sarie grinned slightly and stood up. "Come on back," Dr. Polk responded, gently patting her on her right shoulder. Sarie suppressed a gasp at his touch. "Has it been this long since I've been around a man?" she wondered. "What brings you in today Sarie?" Dr. Polk asked. Sarie couldn't decide if she should be honest or coy. Before she answered her eyes traveled to the doctor's crotch. His pants were far from tight, but she was certain she could see a promising bulge. "I've been really tired lately," she began. After asking a few preliminary questions, Dr. Polk asked Sarie to unbutton her blouse. "I just need to listen to your heart," he explained when her eyes widened at his command. "Damn!" she thought. "He probably thinks I'm some kind of prude." With fingers trembling with excitement, Sarie slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Dr. Polk placed his stethoscope on the rounded flesh above her right bra cup. "Take a few deep breathes." He asserted, while moving the icy cold metal across her chest. Sarie's hard nipples pushed through the thin lace of her bra. "Are you cold?" Dr. Polk asked. Sarie looked up to see the doctor staring at her nipples poking through her bra. All she could do was nod weakly. He gently stroked her left nipple with the tip of his finger. She didn't bother to suppress a gasp as her right nipple burned with a need for equal attention. The doctor continued to gently trace, caress, and tickle her left nipple. The friction of his gentle fingertips through the lace was more than Sarie could bear. Each stroke of his fingertips sent signals of pleasure to her wet pussy. Without thinking she parted her legs. Sarie lost all concept of time as the doctor quickly pulled down her skirt and panties. She looked down in disbelief as his tongue gently licked her inner thighs working its way toward her damp clit. Finally his darting tongue arrived at its destination. Dr. Polk gently parted her pussy lips with his fingers to make room for his hungry tongue. Her hips rocked gently to help him along. Sooner than expected she arched her back and moaned as wave upon wave of pleasure overpowered her. "Oh yes, baby! Yes!" she cried as tears of pleasure ran down her cheeks. As the sharp flashes of joy began to recede she sat up and grinned happily at the doctor. Dr. Polk's face was stern. "This is just the beginning of your treatment." He said. "Treatment," Sarie wondered what the hell this gorgeous, yet strange man was talking about. She watched as he went to a cabinet and pulled out a large, round metal object. Sarie didn't know whether to be frightened or thankful. Long before she could respond, the doctor ran the cool, vibrating metal ball around the areola of her breasts. Her nipples stiffened as the vibrator massaged and coaxed her into submission. Slowly the doctor moved the vibrator from her breasts and replaced it with his well educated tongue. As his mouth sucked and teased her breasts, his hand moved the vibrator down her chest and between her legs. Her breathing became labored as both her pussy lips and clit felt the powerful massage of the vibrating ball. Suddenly, she lost all control and succumbed to the waves of passion that overcame her. Yet this time the waves didn't recede, but increased in frequency and intensity. Her gasps changed to moans and soon her moans turned into screams of passion. "Oh my God it's not stopping!" she cried helplessly. "Please, no! Make it stop!" she moaned half-heartedly. "Take it! Take all of it!" Dr. Polk commanded in response. "I'll be good." She moaned. "Please, I can't take it! Make it stop!" With a self-assured grin the doctor slowly eased the vibrating ball from between Sarie's legs. "How do you feel now?" he asked. "Much better," she replied honestly. "This is just the beginning." Dr. Polk looked into Sarie's hazel eyes. "Come back next week and we'll move on to the next step in your treatment." Sarie smiled, more to herself than at the doctor. She knew from this point on she'd feel better. And so would Dr. Polk. Sexual Healing The day had been long, busy and tiring. Adam's desk was a mess of papers, faxes and pens. Glancing at the clock on his desktop, he noticed not only had he worked late again, but he had missed the last express train home. That meant an additional twenty five minutes travel time. He sighed, unaware it was out loud and that it carried across the office. No matter, as there was not another person on the floor that would've heard, let alone cared. Windows beeped its chirpy log off tone and as he switched his monitor off, he picked up his bag and pushed back his chair. These long days in the office would be worth it one day, but right now, they were wearing him thin. All he had time for was work these days and he wasn't sure he even had any friends left to spend time with, even if he had any spare. The evening air was chill, and he pushed up his shirt collar as he started the 10 minute walk to the train station. Above all else, Adam hated trains. Hated that they were old, hated that they were never on time, hated that they were uncomfortable, hated that they were crowded, but most of all, hated that he had to rely on them. Parliament Station was almost completely void of people apart from a handful of dedicated professionals not unlike himself. He liked to think of it this way; it was preferable to acknowledging that they, like him, put work before anything else. Boarding the 7.55pm to Frankston he sat towards the back of the carriage facing the front of the train. There were only a few people seated already and only one other boarded with him. As the train pulled out of the station, Adam put his head up against the cool glass, relieved that the day was over. The lights of cars also eager to get home flashed past as he stared out of the window. As station after station hindered his progress to his cosy home, the few passengers sharing his carriage dwindled until there were only 2 others sitting on the train with him. He glanced up at them for the first time now. An elderly looking man, very well groomed and presented sat 3 rows down reading a paper that was a few days old. He was totally engrossed in the day-before-yesterdays news none-the-less, and did1 not look up, or at his surrounds. Adam noticed his misshapen hat atop the sprinkling of grey hair. It looked out of place with his expensive suit and camel trench coat. It must have been a favourite or be of sentimental value, because it did not compliment the outfit at all. Adam smiled feebly wandering what the story was with the hat. There was little else to amuse oneself on these long train rides. The other passenger was a girl another 3 or 4 rows down. She had hair like spun gold. It was not blonde or light brown, but a crown of flowing gold. It was mesmerizing. She had a small oval face, faintly olive skin and large dark brown, almost black eyes. Her eyes cast downward, perhaps reading, Adam could see her long, black, thick eyelashes against her full cheeks. She was wearing no lipstick that Adam could see, but her lips were flushed natural crimson and perfectly formed. She was wearing a black top underneath a pale grey, woolen coat. Adam could not take his eyes from her so intrigued he was. He couldn't fathom why. She wasn't particularly attractive save her mane of gold hair. Watching her for a few minutes he realised she was moving. Rocking from side to side ever so slightly. It was strange yet captivating and Adam continued to look. The rocking was almost in time with the train and Adam began wandering what the story was with the girl until finally it dawned on him. "Oh my god, she's not reading." he realised. "She needs to piss!" he thought......wished. The rocking had become a little more pronounced and the girls' eyes tracked up as she glanced anxiously around the nearly empty carriage. The train pulled into Richmond station, and Adam was willing the elderly man to get off. No such luck, and the train continued. He wanted this image of this poor girl desperate to empty her bladder and stuck in a compromising situation all to himself. He tried telepathically to force the old man off the train. He remained for 3 more slow and painful stops, and almost as though surrendering to Adams will, he disembarked at the next. The girl looked a little relieved that the train was almost empty and looked once again at the only other remaining passenger. Almost cruelly he locked and held her gaze. She immediately looked down and a faint blush was evident across her cheeks. Adam was enjoying this. Her rocking was faster now and fumbling she stood and moved across to the empty doorway of the carriage. Adam imagined how uncomfortable her full and pressing bladder must be, but he felt his own full and pressing sensation from within his Calvin Klein slacks. This was arousing him no end. Standing in the doorway now, Adam could see her fully. The black top she was wearing was actually a black, knit, slip dress. She had the sheerest black stockings on and was wearing black, patent leather heels. Her calves were shapely......she must work out he supposed. Holding onto the post to one side of the door, she began shifting her weight from foot to foot. The need to urinate was strong, and she had put her back to Adam so that she did not need to have him bare witness to her predicament. Shifting still in the doorway, the train continued its long slow progress to the final stop of Frankston, and it occurred to Adam that the girl might be continuing to his stop also. This thought, that this spectacle that was so arousing him may be with him all the way home, pushed his already hard penis firmly against his pants. The girl was becoming extremely agitated and she turned around now to face Adam, feeling his eyes burning into her back. This time, instead of a 'little girl lost' look on her face she looked angrily straight at him. She challenged him with only her eyes to give her the decency of not having to look upon her embarrassment. Adam was amused and looked straight back at her, not breaking eye contact. The 'urinating dance' she had been performing was obvious now and her cheeks were blazing, both with fury and effort. Adam was still watching closely. Suddenly calm washed over her face and the dance immediately ceased. Facing Adam directly and only 3 rows away she takes a stance much like a gun fighter would from a western. Her hands are dropped to her sides and her feet are placed wider than shoulder width apart. She stands there motionless and he is confused by what her next move will be. Then he hears it. A faint watery trickle that is barely audible over the sound of the swaying train. She looks straight at his eyes, but his have tracked down involuntarily to the origin of what he has heard. He cannot believe what he is seeing, but there is a small stream of yellow liquid emanating from between the girls legs and forming a small puddle between her feet. It flows slowly down to the doorway step and disappears. Adams eyes widen and he looks back to her face. She is smiling now an evil grin, and with a devilish pleasure, she squats down ever so slightly. With this, a torrent of piss hits the train floor. She is willfully expelling it now for him to see. Adam is flushed now, and confused as to how the roles have been reversed and he now finds himself the ashamed and embarrassed commuter. His cock has begun to leak at the sight and a small patch of wetness shows on his designer pants, not that he has noticed. The urine stream slows and then finally stops and the girl sighs, panting but holding her stance. Her shoes are wet and the insides of her stockinged legs are darkened by the dampness on them all the way up. Adam is now staring with his mouth agape. The girl seems to be very much enjoying the show she has just performed. The train stops once again, but the girl does not move, not even glancing over her shoulder at a potential passenger and thus witness. There is no-one. The train pulls away yet again, and as it does the girl walks towards Adams seat. He is feeling decidedly awkward but holds his ground. She stands before him and he can smell her urine, strong and heavy, but he can also smell something else mixed in. Her cunt; just as strong. She removes her coat and sets it on the seat opposite along with her bag. She puts one leg up on the seat back next to his position and he can see a hint of black underwear. Looking at him like a wanton vixen, she slides the slip dress up her thighs to expose a pair of black boy leg panties and thighs that are soft and creamy. He is frozen and does and says nothing. She hooks one finger into the gusset of her panties and pulls them aside revealing a very damp, neatly groomed pussy. In a soft but guttural voice she says, "You watched that and enjoyed it didn't you?" Adam only nods. He cannot find any words right at this point. More forcefully now, "You want to taste me now don't you?" With this he looks away from the molten slit in front of his face and into her eyes. Like a child accepting sweets from someone they shouldn't Adam nods slowly again. Grabbing his head she forces his face into her sex. The smell hits him immediately. It is a combination of perspiration, discharge, urine and lubrication. An intoxicating mix and almost spontaneously his tongue darts out to taste it. Lapping her cunt like a well trained canine, she grinds her hips firmly into him. She begins to pant and moan her clit swelling under his tongue as she begins to orgasm. Adam feels a gush of fluid into his open mouth and is thinking that the girl has released more of her bladder. It is thick and creamy. He swallows mouthfuls of it as she orgasms directly into his mouth. It is a large amount of fluid, more than a cupful and as he realises she has ejaculated into his open mouth, his cock shudders and jumps under its restraints. Wiping her cum soaked cunt across his face she smiles knowingly down at him. Pulling his face away, she reaches for his pant buckle and and undoes it, unzipping his fly and releasing his large pulsating member. It is standing completely erect and is almost painfully engorged. Not saying any further she bends over in front of him and leans against the back of the seat. Sliding her panties down she exposes a full, buxom arse, her foaming slit peaking out underneath. She parts her legs so slightly and breaths "Fuck me." Adam immediately rises and places his swollen rod to the entrance of her vagina, anticipating how warm, sticky and good this is going to feel. She immediately turns her head sharply to look at him, her eyes are slitted, her face is like a mad woman and she hisses at him, "Fuck me in my arse, hard." Again his cock jumps with the words he has heard. He places his penis gently in her small pink ring and begins to apply gentle pressure. "HARD!" she screams, and with a massive push against the seat she is holding, the thumps herself fully onto his cock, ramming it completely in, up to his balls. Almost coming from the sudden impact, he begins to pound her sweet anal passage. She is moaning and panting loudly as the train rambles along. He is fucking this sweet girl's arse, and passing a crossing he wanders if the passengers in the cars waiting at the boom gates can see this incredible scene playing out on the passing train. Not that he cares if they do. Looking intently at the soft, creamy buttocks before him, he realizes he is pounding her forbidden void so hard her face is hitting up hard against the seat back with every stroke. There is only momentary concern as he hears her whaling in ecstasy, louder every time her face slams against the seat. "The filthy bitch is enjoying this!" he realises, even more encouraged. Grabbing a fistful of her exquisite hair, he pulls her head sharply back and around to face him. Caught in the moment and without thinking he spits violently into her face. The large globule of saliva lands on and to the side of her perfect mouth. Staring crazy eyes of a woman possessed straight at him, her tongue extends to slowly lick the fluid and take it into her own mouth. Seeing this he erupts with a forceful explosion, shooting streams of his hot semen deep within her bowels. She is crying out, "Yes, fuck yes, YES!" before he finally disengages and falls back on his seat, spent and satisfied. His cock is a mess. Fecal matter is smeared along the shaft as well as droplets of his cum. Dropping back into reality his face distorts ever so slightly at the hideous sight and smell of his immoral member protruding from his pants. She turns and kneels next to his seat and his cock stands firmly at attention once more as he realises what she is about to do. Looking still like a patient from an asylum and staring into his eyes, she moves her face closer to the tool that has just been swabbing the inside of her colon. Still holding his gaze she extends her tongue and begins to clean the vile mess off his rod. Slowly and deliberately she scoops small pools of shit and cum onto her tongue before flicking it into her mouth and savouring it. He is repulsed, disgusted and so aroused all at the same time as he watches this very filthy girl cleaning his very filthy cock. When she has finished, after removing every morsel of shit and semen from his cock she stands and pulls her dress down. The urine has begun to dry and he can now smell stale piss, faeces and sex on her. Picking up her coat and bag she walks to the doorway and as if in a sublime movie, the train on cue pulls into Frankston station. As the doors slide open she turns, smiles slyly and says "See you next week?" Not waiting for a response she walks off the train. Adam would not have had an appropriate answer had she waited, and quickly stuffing his still swollen penis into his pants he makes for the door too. Looking disheveled and flustered he frantically looks left and right on the platform but the girl is gone. Disappointed, he starts his cold walk home. His mind is flashing playbacks of the events in the train and his cock is as moist and rigid as ever. The only other thought that intervenes is how working back late next week could well be worth his while.