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The Healer Ch. 01

By: MalcolmHoney



It was funny how it all began, he thought. He had been a healer, and a very special healer for over 20 years now and rarely paused to look back, but he had received a telegram earlier that morning telling him that Esmerelda had died.

Esmerelda was the gypsy woman he met so long ago, that told him of his gift and his fate. He had gone to the local carnival one hot August day, with his girl at the time, Gloria.

He had been dating Gloria for several months and while they had engaged in some fairly heavy petting, they had not gone all the way and he was getting frustrated. He had, up until this time, had only two girls, Ginny who lived down the street. That was in her basement when her folks were away and was rushed and frantic. The first time she seemed to like it, but after the second she had drifted away and wouldn't even talk to him.

On his eighteenth birthday, friends had set him up with a hooker, well, not really a hooker, kind of the town pump. One of those girls who would do it with anyone. He was drunk and while it was thrilling, all the guys were in the next room yelling, and she was impassionate, if giving. Funny thing is, she moved away the week after, and word has it that she became very successful as a fashion designer in New York. He'd often wondered about that.

So, he took Gloria to the carnival, hoping that this would be the night. It was she who wanted to get their fortunes read. "Oh, it will be fun, Mal, come on." Four young gypsy men loitered outside the tent, smoking and eyeing them both. She went in first and came out five minutes later, gushing.

"Oh, Mal. That was so cool. I'm going to live to be an old lady and marry a successful man, and have four children and have a good life. She's good, Mal. And she told me a few things that nobody else knows. Now you go."

He didn't feel like it, he knew it was a sham. They always told you good things, and told you something general that you wanted to believe, and he had only $18 to impress this girl into going all the way tonight. He didn't want to tell her that. She insisted, and so he moved between the blasé black haired men, and ducked into the tent.

It was dark in here, and smelled funny. Incense or something. As his eyes adjusted he could make out brightly colored drapes and rugs and portraits in heavy frames. Their was a small round table in the middle and behind it sat a woman. She might have been forty five. She wore bright clothes, bracelets and necklaces and a scarf wrapped around her head from which long, curly black-black, glistening black hair tumbled from.

She beckoned to him with long, slender fingers tipped with red nail polish. "Come" she said. "Sit. Do not be afraid". Her voice had a huskiness to it, a raspy sensuality, and her lips betrayed a mocking smile. Her eyes were the blackest eyes he had ever seen, they were bright and intent. They seemed to wince slightly as if every movement caused her some new pain.

He sat. "Your girlfriend, she told you? She liked it."

"Yes, she was very pleased."

"And you. You want to see your future, young man? You must be sure because Tristessa will not lie to you." "Well, uh. I guess."

"Ah. You are doing it to please her. No matter. Let me see your hand."

He reached out his right hand and she took it firmly. Her fingers were cool and he felt excitement. She turned it over and began to say something, and then she gasped and let go of his hand and sat upright. Her lip trembled and she had turned pale. 

"What? What is it? What did you see?" All of a sudden he believed she had the power of sight, and she was an older, experienced woman and he had stunned her with something.

"No, no." she said. "It is a good thing. It can be."

She took his hand again and looked into his palm, and this time she smiled. She ran a fingernail down the middle of his palm and he felt an erection starting. He blushed. She laughed.

"You are very special. What is your name?"

Special? "Uh, Malcolm. My friends call me Mal."

"Malcolm. You have a very rare, and special gift. You don't know yet, do you? No, of course. How could you. You were very lucky to run into me. Very lucky. You must come back later, and I will tell you all you need to know, for you do need to know what is happening with you. This is very serious. Whatever you do, you must come back and at least find out what it is you are blessed, or cursed with. Promise me."

"Uh, but Gloria. I am with her and, well, you know" 

"Malcolm. You will not fuck her. Trust me on this. I saw her life. She is nothing. She will marry as a virgin, and you are not the one she will marry. There is much more in store for you."

"Well. I don't know."

Her eyes blazed with fury "Promise me!" She demanded. She stood up and he realized she had a cane he hadn't seen. She stood and hobbled, wincing with each step. Her back was crooked and what had seemed to be an attractive woman was now one he beheld with pity.

"Come with me", she ordered. She took his hand and led him through beaded curtains into the back room, which was her bedroom. They stopped and she held both of his hands and stared deep into his eyes. 

"You have the gift of healing. And of healing in a very special way. If you do not let me tell you all you need to know, you will never be happy. Believe me. Come back. After dark. I need to see you. You need to know."

Then, with a great deal of effort she knelt and unzipped my pants. "Hey" I said. "What are you doing?" Although I didn't try to stop her. I felt myself getting a hard-on and as her cool fingers closed on it and pulled it out, I could only moan.

"Oh, yes." She purred. "This is the cock of a healer. It is very nice and of good size. Don't worry, I know you like this, but we won't waste a drop. The semen is where the power lies. And we only have one night."

Then she lightly planted a kiss on the head of my cock. She pulled back and looked me right in the eyes, and smiled with that sexy, wide mouth and leaned forward again, pursed her lips around the head and drew it slowly into her mouth, sliding down until she could go no further. She had my entire manhood at full erection deep into her mouth and throat as her lips pressed against my skin and hair.

She slowly drew back up and with a slurp, let it come out of her mouth, leaned on her cane, and stood up painfully.

"Zip up, Malcolm. Come back tonight. I will tell you what you need to know, and I will be your first healing. You want to heal me, no? And I promise you won't mind a bit. Tonight your life changes. Go, drop off your girl and come back.

I felt like I had been stung by an electric bee and my emotions were scattered and confused. I didn't know exactly what in the hell was happening here, or what would, but I knew one thing.

I would come back.

End, Part one. 

The Healer Ch. 02



He had left Tristessa's tent in a bit of a confused state. Hell, he was as bumfuzzled as a young man his age had any right to be. 

Gloria was waiting and was all over him the minute the sun nearly blinded him come out into the light again. 

"You were in there so long. What did she tell you, Mal? It must have been something to take so long. C'mon, Mal. What did she say?"

He looked down at her pleading face, and realized he had no more desire for her. She looked like a child. He felt much older than her and what he had heard in the tent had changed something in him.

"Mal, tell me?" She whined.

"Uh, well she said I would have a long, prosperous life and marry a beautiful woman and have four children."

Her face crest-fell faster than the parachute ride. Gloria was cute but not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"I'm not feeling real good." he said "Is it okay if I drop you off at home?"

The ride home was silent until he dropped her off and the walkway in front of her house. She put her hand on the door handle, and looked over at him intently and with a little something like sorrow. "She did tell you something. You're different."

He looked at her and she held his look for a moment, and got out of the car. She wasn't the dullest tool in the shed, either.

He went home and fidgeted. His mind kept going back and forth on whether or not he should go back. He had never experienced anything like Tristessa going down on him so sweetly, but he was wary. They were gypsies, the four guys hanging out front, she was an older woman and might be playing him for a fool. They would take his money. But yet, something drew him back to what she had said and the promise. 

His mother was still gone on the business trip with her boss and he had the house to himself. He got on his shorts and jersey and running shoes and went out. He ran trying to clear his mind, but it wasn't to be. What did she mean, we have only one night? And healing her? Duh.

He ran and worked up a sweat and realized he was pushing a heavy pace without meaning to. He finished his last lap of the park and walked the block to his house. 

He stripped and got into the shower and turned it on hot. It stung but it felt good. He thought of her on her knees again and he started getting hard. He soaped his body and when he got to his cock, he realized it was fully erect. He was a mess and didn't know what to do. He rinsed off and toweled and thought about getting something to eat, but wasn't hungry, and lay down on his bed, cooling. Naked.

He awoke abruptly and realized it was dark. He got up and looked out the window to see the moon rising in the summer sky. And then he remembered.

He thought about sitting and thinking about his dilemma, but instantly realized he was going back. That was all. And so he got dressed. He wore his white, baggy, canvas shirt and old, comfortable jeans.

He found a parking spot up front near the midway. The carnival was winding down for the evening and as he walked past the few stragglers heading for the exits, he felt the wind come up, blowing empty popcorn boxes and food wrappers in a frenzy. Clouds covered the moon and the only light was the main midway lights on the promenade. The rides were done and their lights gone out, the music was done and he could see Carnies in between tents sitting on wooden boxes passing the bottle.

He approached her tent and it was quiet but for the wind. It seemed dark. Maybe it had all been some kind of sick joke and she had gone home. He paused and felt a rush of desire as she opened the front door and smiled.

She held out a hand and as if magnetized, he moved towards it. She took him into the dark tent and he remembered the way as she led him to the back. She let go of his hand and he heard her light a match and saw flame leap from a candle, she lit more and he watched her bending over each, braced on her cane and marvelled at the curve of her ass.

She reached for a bottle on ice on the bedstand and poured two healthy drinks into the glasses waiting. She took them and walked over to him, struggling without the cane. She was beautiful, dark and dusty and liquid.

"Welcome to our night, Mal. You come here a boy and will leave a man, and a very special man, at that. A toast. I toast to your cock. Your beautiful cock, which will do so much good." And she drank it down.

I didn't know what to do, so I chugged mine and felt the heat, burning down my throat. I gasped and coughed. She laughed.

"Araq. The drink of the mad. It is good for you."

She refilled the glasses, put hers on the nightstand and handed me mine again. "Sip it this time." And she kissed me lightly on the lips, darting her tongue in and out slowly, sensually, and moved her lips so lightly over mine I wasn't sure if it was happening or a memory.

She stepped back from me, wincing, and kicked off her shoes. I took a sip. She unwound the scarf from her head. The long black hair was woven into a long braid hanging all the way down her back. She kept her eyes riveted on mine. She started unbuttoning her multi-colored blouse until it was open, and then tugged it out of her skirt and off her arms and tossed it aside. She was wearing a black bra.

She reached around and unsnapped it, shrugged shoulders, peeled it and tossed it, too. And stood straight. She had medium sized breasts, perfectly formed like teardrops with silver dollar sized dark nipples that as I watched, shrunk as they became hard and jutted out. She reached over, took a sip of Araq and then hooked her fingers inside her bright cotton skirt, and shimmied it down over full thighs, kicking it aside. I took a sip. Her legs might be painful, but they were perfect, at least to my eyes. The black panties were gone with a wistul toss and I could see the thick swatch of her pubic hair. I meant to sip but gulped the rest and it didn't burn quite so much this time, but I welcomed the burn. 

She had a sip of her drink and with her deep liquid eyes always on mine, hobbled over and filled my glass. She put the bottle back on ice and sat down on the bed, lay back, lifted her legs and spread them. 

"Take off your clothes" she said, reaching a hand between her legs and stretching the fingers across her slit, I could barely see, pink. She opened it for me to see. "I want to watch you."

I put my drink down next to hers, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, almost falling. I heard her laugh and looked to see her smiling sweetly, rubbing her fingers across that glistening, wet pussy.

I tossed off my shirt, and unbuckled my pants and let them fall, stepping out of them. I hadn't worn any underwear. "Ahhh" I heard her say. I was about half erect.

"Your education begins, sweet healer. Have you ever tasted a woman?"

"Uh, no. Not that I haven't wanted to, or anything."

"Come taste me then. Come to me."

I nervously moved over and not knowing what to do, I just did what seemed right. I knelt by the bed, with her legs spread and leaned down and kissed her there. She moaned. She smelled like burnt chocolate, orange and lavender. It was earthy and it was heady. I kissed her and felt the wetness and moved my lips around and licked with my tongue.

She responded. Her breath got shorter and she was mewling, like a kitten. I licked and teased and circled her clitoris with my tongue and sucked it gently in and out. I worked her lips with my lips and tongue. She tasted like the glories I had always expected life to be full of. She got wetter and I could feel my face becoming wet. I licked her sweet skin and moved down to the aperture of her anus and flicked. She bucked. I poked my tongue in and drove it as far as I could. She was breathing faster now. I put two fingers in her pussy and moved them in and out, adjusting speed and pressure and moved my mouth back upward and concentrated on her hard, erect little bud of a clit and used all my imagination and followed her moans. I worked the fingers out of her pussy and slip my pinkie in her ass and picked up the pace, vibrating my lips and tongue on that energy center until I felt her start to go.

I slowed and got forceful for a moment, and then feeling her slacked, drove the pace up with all the tools I had and felt her arc and scream and throb under my tongue. I kept it up and she rocked, and moaned and I felt like the king of the world. She slowly subsided her convulsions and eased. I slowed, trying to bring her down, trading sucks for kisses, and thrusts for caresses. 

And then I climbed next to her and held her. She was gurgling, but doing it pleasantly, murmuring not words, but feelings, and I understood every word.

Finally, she shook her head and opened her eyes and looked at me, and smiled. She had a wide mouth and this smile seemed to truly be ear to ear. "You are good at that. So good, Malcolm. You made me cum hard. You like women, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, sure."

"No", she said. "You really like women, love making love to them."

"Yes."

"That is good. So good. You have a gift, do not be a pig about it."

"So, are you healed now?" I said. As soon as I said it I knew it came out wrong.

Her expression dimmed. "No, Malcolm, that was part of your education. Do not take this lightly, I warn you. My healing begins now. We shall start and then I shall tell you during the night what you need to know. We have a bond now, you and I, which will never be broken, and we will talk much over the next few years. Your life has changed, and so has mine." And then she smiled wickedly and said "Or is about to."

She reached for her cane and propped on it, stood, magnificent in her nakedness and the glow of after-orgasm. She handed me my drink and took a strong hit of hers. I did the same. She put them down.

She knelt and grabbed my legs and pulled me over to the side of the bed, my legs hanging off the end until my feet hit the carpet. She looked up at me from between my spread knees and smiled.

"Now, my healing begins. You remember this afternoon, eh? It was nothing compared to this. I get headaches, and have bad thoughts and dreams from it all, all that I have been through. And know you will cure me."

I could feel her warm breath on my thighs and then felt her hands, just above the inside of my thighs push my legs farther open, causing me to rock back and fall flat on the bed. I had never felt so exposed, but went with it. I felt her tongue first, on my balls. The coarse texture of that wonderful organ dragging delirious sensations causing my scrotum to tighten. She licked, and flicked and put them in her wet mouth, rolling them with her tongue. I felt air and then realized she had moved and had those full, cerise-painted lips perched on the head of my cock, and then I felt them slide down, her saliva coating my shaft as she decended purposefully on it. 

She sucked me into her throat and would come all the way up, releasing me before pistoning down. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, taking it all in one gulp, Ohhhhhhhh, but it was heavenly. My cock was blue-steel under her ministrations. It felt like it would burst from pleasure alone.

She took her mouth off and replaced it with her hand. "I am going to make you come, Mal, but I want you to try something. When I suck you, concentrate on your cock, you can make it bigger or smaller. Trust me. Feel the pleasure and imagine it, focus on your cock and make it grow or diminish. Okay?" She had slid down and I felt her lick my ass, and the electricity went up through my balls and into the tip of my cock and I thought I would lose it right there. I realized I was making sounds. Sounds that came from somewhere I never intended, or knew about. Her tongue probed my tender hole and I felt her drive it into me, making me thank whatever for making me be alive at that moment. The pleasure was intense.

"Now, I am going to make you come, and I want you to come strong and deliver what I want, what I need. Don't hold back, release."

Her tongue was replaced by that slender, red nailed index finger and she wasn't gentle. It went up into me all the way until I could feel that ring. And I felt her mouth close on me, wetly, like a too tight rubber band and slide down and up, and down. I could feel the sensations beginning in my spine, like a freight train heading out of control. She took me deep in her throat, snorting to breathe and humming with the effort. I looked down at this incredibly sensual woman with her mouth stuffed with my cock, and I closed my eyes and willed it bigger. I felt it grow. She gagged and that did it.

The fire flew from my spine through my balls, up the shaft and crescendoed at the head in a burst of intense pain/pleasure and I felt myself spurting and heard myself moaning as I poured it into her. 

With each spurt the pleasure got more intense. My cock was on fire, and it was packed in ice. I kept spurting and looked down and watched with half-closed eyelids as she pistoned and gulped and tried to swallow it all. But it was too much, it ran out of her mouth and down my cock, and I could feel it dripping down my ass onto the sheets. I didn't care.

The spasms started to diminish, and as they did, so did her pace. She slowed and caressed me down. She was beautiful with her mouth wrapped around my cock and the come dripping down her chin onto her breasts, off nipples, onto her thighs.

I lay back with the sanity of the ages relaxing me into stupor. Ah, so this is what it was like, really like. I was ready to stay here forever.

I felt myself softening and her mouth pull off. She was a mess. Her lipstick was smeared and there was cum dripping from her chin and covering her lips. She stood and lay down next to me, reached a gentle hand behind my head and pulled me in and kissed me long and deep.

"So how do you taste, Mal?"

"Not bad. I guess. This is all new, ya know."

She laughed. "Yes. I am so lucky. You are sweeter than most men, you know. They are not bad, but you are a healer, and your cum is more savory."

"What?" I said. "Am I supposed to believe all this shit?"

She sat up. In a whisper, raspy and serious, she said "Don't fuck with me. Don't fuck with this." And she smacked me so hard I thought me fillings would fly out. I hadn't expected it.

"Now we shall eat, and we shall talk. And rest. There is so much more we have to cover."

"So", I asked "Are you healed?"

She looked at me and smiled the smile of a young girl who has kissed her first boy and said "I am healed in part. I am a third healed. There is much to do, but the night is young, and thank god, so are you. We have only this, this night, do you understand, Malcolm. No, of course you don't. But by morning you will. I have to arm you against the world, and give you directions. You must know. It is all different for you now. And we must eat and talk, and then we will come back here and fuck some more. And we shall fuck until all the evil in the world is gone, or we are too tired to go on."

It sounded alright to me, and when she got up and threw on a robe and grabbed her cane, and headed for the kitchen, I followed, putting on my pants and figuring that covered the dress requirements for the next several minutes. 



The Healer Ch. 03



Esmerelda fixed eggs and sausage, and made rye toast. She had tossed on a short robe and loosely belted it. Though her limping was still painful to watch and her back wouldn't let her straighten, she was magnificent. He absent-mindedly rubbed his cock watching her move around the kitchen like a wounded dancer, there were no wasted moves.

She looked over and caught him looking and stroking and laughed. "You are ready, so soon, eh, my strong Malcolm?"

"For you, yes. You do something to me."

"Aw" she said. "That is sweet of you. You will be good, you are a beautiful man, not a pig. I am happy to show you. Stand up!"

Her tone shocked him, but he stood up. "Take off your pants. I want you to show me something."

He smiled and snapped the button, zipped down, wriggled his jeans down and kicked them off.

She watched him, half turning to tend to breakfast. He felt a little odd, standing there with a half erect cock in the bright kitchen. 

"Make it hard!" She snapped.

"What?"

"You heard me. Don't touch it. Make it hard. Close your eyes and concentrate. Now! Make your cock steel hard for me!"

He closed his eyes and tried. He could feel his cock tighten and his balls contract. He opened his eyes and looked. His cock was as hard as it could get. It had just a slight upward curve and the foreskin was half pulled back, making it about 7 inches long.

Esmerelda plated the food and put one in front of him and sat down across the table, flashing a beautiful view of slick black pubic hair between her legs, slightly open.

He went to sit. "NO!" she said. "Move over here, closer to me." He did as she requested, and she took a bite of eggs seductively off her fork and closed those sensuous lips around it.

He stood with his cock about 18 inches away from those lips.

"Now, Malcolm. I want you to stay hard, but make your beautiful cock thinner and smaller. You can do it. Do it for me. Give me a show."

Oh, God. It hit me. She was crazy. Nobody could do that. I hesitated, not knowing what to do.

"Do it!" She screamed and smacked my cock hard with an open palm.

"Ow, goddamit!" I got angry. Just to show her, I tried. My cock began to change. It got an inch or so shorter and thinner. This was too much. I didn't know what was going on.

She continued to eat. "Don't be afraid. Malcolm. You are special. Let me show you. Relax. You will like your reward later. Now. Make it thicker and bigger. Go ahead. Thrill me." She giggled. She was enjoying this.

So, I closed my eyes and concentrated and my cock grew. "Bigger." she said. And I focused. "Bigger yet." I could feel it changing, it felt tight but good.

"Now more. Give me a huge cock, Malcolm. And then you can eat."

I felt a spasm and jerked my eyes open. I couldn't believe my eyes. My cock somehow had gotten to be at least 10 inches long and almost as thick as a soda can. I gasped. She laughed.

She reached out and stroked it and ran her long nails along it. She bent over and kissed it and took the head between her lips, sucked it slowly in and then released it. "Eat" she said.

So, I knelt in front of her and grabbed her knees. She howled with laughter.

"Not me, you fool. Eat breakfast."

So I did. She told me to focus and keep my cock hard and big, and I did.

She got up and put her plate in the sink, and sat back down, she reached for a cigarette and lit it. She sucked in the smoke dreamily and exhaled it out slowly. Her robe had opened and I could see her nipples were hard, like bursting cherries on those large, full, teardrop breasts.

"You look different." I said. "Younger, maybe".

"Yes. The tension is gone from my mind and the bad thoughts can no longer hurt me. Your cum did that."

"It worked already?" I asked.

"It takes a while for it to complete, but yes, the healing starts immediately. As soon as your cum gushed into my mouth and down my throat, I could tell a difference. And I had a lovely, lovely orgasm, which I expected." She smiled devilishly and took another hit on the cigarette.

"You came?"

"Oh, yes. Couldn't you tell? All that moaning around your cock and the spasms? Oh, you are so young. Okay, here's the basic drift."

"The power is in your cum. It has something in it that works as a cure-all. And something, an electric charge that adds to a woman's pleasure. Greatly. If a woman is orgasmic, she will have long, intense orgasms like never before, and if she has never had one, you will unlock that. She will come and the power of it will throw her. Be understanding."

"A woman has three orifices, that much I think you know. The mouth, the vagina and the anus. In order to do a complete healing, you must fill all three in a night. The mouth controls the mind, the neck, the senses, everything of the brain. The vagina is the gateway to the higher internal organs and the legs and feet. The anus is for the lower organs, stomach, liver, kidney and also the back, the spine."

"Uh, thank you for the breakfast. It was good. So, uh, how do I say this? You want me to, uh, do you from the rear?"

She laughed and put out her cigarette. She put her elbows on the table and her chin in her cupped hands and those black eyes peered into mine intently. "Yes. I want you to fuck me in the ass, Malcolm. Do you want to fuck me in the ass? You will like it. Say it!"

"Uh, I, uh will fuck you, uh, in the ass, Esmerelda."

"Do you want to do that first? Is your cock still hard?"

"Yes, oh yes. As hard as your nipples. I don't know. I've thought about your pussy. Maybe that first."

"Good choice." She laughed and stood and tossed off the robe and limped around the table."Of course there aren't any bad choices, are there?"

She bent down and kissed me long and deep, moving her tongue like a blender, and then like a piston. She bit my lips. 

She bent over and braced her arms on the table, showing me that sweet ass. I reached down and under and stroked her pussy. It was sopping wet. She sighed and rubbed against my hand. 

Then she reached and took hold of my cock. She stroked it a little, up and down, and teased the foreskin before aiming it at her red, palpitating gash.

She sunk down on it and moaned. Oh, it felt so good. She stopped a few inches and came up and went down taking another inch or so. "You are so big. It's going to be so good."

My cock was getting slick from her juices, but she was still very tight and slowly with every stroke went a little farther down, a little farther. The last four inches she just slammed down on and screamed. She had me all the way in.

She stayed still and I could feel the muscles inside her pussy clenching and releasing. I had never felt anything quite so good.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"Shut up and fuck me. Shut the fuck up and make me better. Make me cum."

I started thrusting upwards into her and she was thrusting back. We got into a nice rhythym and it was sweet. I could feel her pussy juices running down my cock and over my balls and down into my ass. She would slow and then speed up. And slow and speed up. I let her set the pace, after all, I was still new at this.

Her breath was getting choppy, and she was grunting on every stroke. It turned me on. She would lift up letting all but the tip out and slide all the way down. A steady, long slice of heaven. She was getting close. 

"Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod." She kept repeating and I grabbed her hips and slammed all the way up into her and reached around and finger her clitoris and pummelled her with short, staccto stabs that put her over the edge. 

She screamed. "Owf! Owf! Owf!" her body spasmed and she gave out one long moan, I worked her hips like a jackhammer, hearing the slaps of her ass cheeks against my thighs with every thrust.

Finally, she let out a long sigh and her body went limp. 

I pulled out of her, picked her up and turned her over sliding her on her back onto the table, knocking my plate and the ashtray and cups onto the floor. I raised her legs and hunched my cock right at her entrance and stopped. 

"I want to see you. See your face when you cum." I said.

And I drove it home, slowly, half inch at a time as she tossed her head from side to side. 

I felt like a man was supposed to feel. I felt powerful and capable of pleasing a woman. She was so beautiful, legs up, pink lips inside of that slick black hair sucking my cock into it. Her abdoominal muscles were taught, her breasts bounced and her eyes were open but did not see, and her lips were parted and her tongue kept flicking over them trying to keep them moist. Her body was drenched in sweat, and so was mine.

I fucked her hard and fast, and then long and slow and kept changing tempos. She reached for her clit and tweaked it and she came. Again and again. Like little earthquakes and the ever repeated "Unh! Unh! Unh! Owwwwwunhnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, ah, ah."

I could feel the sperm building up in my balls and I could feel the electricity in them and in my spine. I was ready to cum at any time.

"What do you want?" I gasped.

"Cum. Cum in me. Cum. Cum." She was like a mad woman drugged.

I pulled my cock out and only inserted the head with short strokes designed for my pleasure. She used her cuntal muscles like a ring, sqeezing and tightening and loosing. It was exquisite.

The fire raced down my spine, and into my ass, and through my balls and my cock and I yelled as the first squirt came.

She was gurgling and crying and trying to scream with the dryness of a thousand deserts in her throat making it sound like a gutteral wail. Her jaw clenched, her body spasmed on the end of my cock.

With every squirt the pleasure was intense. I couldn't believe anything could feel this good. I started plunging deeper and my cum squirted out and down her thighs and I just kept cumming. I could barely feel the walls of her pussy, there was so much liquid. Seven, eight, nine and I arched my back in the most explosive rush yet, drove into her and collapsed on top of her.

Her legs came around me and I fought for breath. I could feel her convulsing, her cunt squeezing my cock as it started to wilt, still spurting smaller and smaller doses.

Finally we got still. Her face was magnificent as it relaxed. It seemed a face that had never known trouble. And she was devastated. I kept gasping and thanking my lucky stars. She had been fucked thoroughly. I had done it.

Her hair was pasted to her neck and shoulders, her face and chest were red with exertion, and I could see her eyelids twitching. She was still orgasming, but slower now. 

I stood up and pulled out of her and her legs fell limp off the end of the table. She was like a rag doll. A rag doll that had been fucked well. The cum was dripping out of her into a small pool under her. It was all over her thighs, and down into her ass and the puddle had reached the table edge and was dripping onto the floor. 

I could barely walk, but maneuvered enough to pick up her cigarettes from the floor and lit one. I didn't smoke but it seemed to be right for this moment. I leaned against the sink and smoked and watched her. Her breathing was returning to normal and after a few minutes she fluttered her eyes open and looked bewildered. She saw me and smiled a very weak smile. I went over and kissed her upside down.

"Help me up." She said through bone dry lips. I helped her sit up and went and made her a fresh drink and handed it to her. She gulped it noisily and finished half of it. 

I lit another cigarette and handed it to her, and she smiled coyly. "My, what a gentleman."

"Oh God." she said. "I'm a mess. Look at me. You did this, you fucker. You turned me into an all out fucking mess. Where did all this cum come from?" She laughed and climbed down gingerly from the table and walked into the bathroom, hardly limping at all. 

She came back a few minutes later after cleaning up and brushing her hair. She looked radiant and she looked happy.

"You're hardly limping." I said.

"Ohhhhhh. I haven't felt this good in years."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Me, neither."

"You don't know, you wonderful man, what you have done. I am honored to be the first. You will make so many women happy."

We sat. She didn't bother with the robe this time. "But we're not finished." I said.

"No." she giggled. "Not quite."

I felt brave. "I still get to fuck you in the ass. But I don't know how it will ever fit."

"Yes." she murmured, letting out some smoke. "Yes, you do. It will fit, don't worry. But first we shower, and then we must talk. The night goes on, my sweet man, my sweet healer. And this is our only one together, at least like this."

"What?!" I asked "But I thought you liked me. I thought you liked this, with me."

"Oh, I do, Malcolm. But there are rules and I will tell them all to you before morning. Don't be sad. Being a healer has it's down side too. As far as things go, it's not so bad."

She stood, head back and reached out a hand.

"Now come and let me soap up your cock, young man. I might let you play with my pussy in the shower, if you're good."



The Healer Ch. 04



They showered long and hot until the steam was everywhere. They giggled and played like children. Esme soaped him all over taking especially good care of his cock and balls, telling him naughty things until he was again half erect.

He soaped her, rubbing gently against the welts she had accumulated from their adventures so far. He really got to study a woman and knelt when soaping her pussy, rubbing her clit and hearing her moan again. He was curious and told her to turn around and put her hands against the tile wall. Her legs were strong and stable now, though her back was still bowed and she winced a little whenever he touched her there.

He ran a soapy finger gently across her little anal pucker and heard her gasp, He flicked it with his fingernail and then rinsed it off and leaned in and kissed it. Then he licked it. She was telling him something but the running water made it incomprehensible. 

He put his tongue in and poked it in and out like a little cock and she squirmed in appreciation. He leaned back and took a large glob of liquid soap and put it there and pushed it in lovingly with his index finger. She oozed. He started working it in and out and felt her start to move with him. Finally, he had it in all the way to the knuckle. He withdrew and grabbed for more soap, and then entered two fingers until they were all the way in, and then withdrew and tried three.

It took a little but finally, they too were in and he understood it could be done. She reached back and pulled his wrist and made him withdraw. 

"In a little while, not now." she said. 

They rinsed and dried each other in a business like way, their skin hydrated and glowing. She grabbed a pink robe, put it on and belted it, ran a brush through her hair and walked out. He followed. She tossed him a dark blue robe and he put it on. It was a little large for him, but felt good. 

"My brother's robe." she said. 

They went and sat at the kitchen table again with fresh drinks. She lit a cigarette and began to tell him. 

"You will do much good, Malcolm. But there are things you must know."

"Esme, how do you know all this?"

The Romany know of these things, and I am of Gypsy blood, though I did not always know that. I was born in a small village on the coast of Spain, in the North. My father, or the man I called my father was a healer. I never knew my real father but this man, Carlos lived with my mother for as long as I could remember. He was a pig, and treated her terribly, but she stayed with him. She was not very smart and she was always afraid. All my life I had been crippled. The people would wince when I would go by. I could hear them 'Beautiful child, and so mangled.'

My mother left when I was about 12. I often wonder if he didn't kill her in one of his rages and toss her in the ocean. I stayed because there was nowhere for a child like me to go. And he made a good income from his healing. Word spreads and women from the city would occasionally come. He drank most of it up. He had no friends.

He called my his little helper and I would have to go with him on his healings. Many times he would make me stay in the room with his and his patron. I think he liked it in a perverse way. If the women objected, he would threaten to leave and let them remain in whatever state they were in. They all complied. He would fuck them and make them beg and abuse them to his delight. He was an awful man.

When I was fourteen, he noticed me. One night he was drunk and came into my bedroom. And he took me. He was strangely loving, telling me how beautiful I was and how I was growing into a lush woman. He took me in all the ways. It hurt, but as with healing cum, the orgasms were intense and I found myself liking it in spite of myself. The next morning I was cured. It was truly a miracle. I was straight and limber and like all the other girls. But he couldn't stop. For three days the village marveled at my transformation and looked at my father with disgust, because they knew what he had done. Then he fucked me again and it all reversed. This is what you must know. The healing settles in over time, maybe a day. Whatever change is permanent unless another dose is given and it seems to dissolve whatever effect has happened. I was a cripple again, and nothing could undo it. Only another healer could change it and the odds against that were astronomical. And today I found you."

"What happened after that?" I asked.

"My father was killed. Brutally murdered by a woman whose sister he had healed. He treated her grotesquely. Oh, I can't tell you the things he did and made her do. I think he went totally mad at this point. He made her beg, he beat her, he pissed on her. But she took it for the healing. And she told her sister, who was a woman of money and influence. She came to him posing as a client, and got him into a room and told him she wanted to tie him down. He objected and she offered him a great sum of money, and showed it to him. So he agreed. She revealed to him who she was and then showed him the knife. She made him suffer as he had made so many suffer and took a long time with it. Isabella came out and told me what she had done and why and told me to go with her, she would take me to her home. It was a wonderful thing. I had clean clothes and a nice home. She was kind. I went to school for the first time and they were amazed at how smart I was. They sent me to Barcelona to be tested and put me in a special school. My whole life had changed, but the doctors could do nothing for my physical condition or help with the nightmares.

Isabella sent me here to the states to college and to live with relatives. 

Gypsies have large, extended families and I was welcomed. I was supposed to become a lawyer and help the family, but my interests were elsewhere. I wanted to help people, and found my love with psychiatry and counseling. Well, the family didn't like that. I fought them and they pulled the financing and I had to come home. Working the circuit, telling fortunes would be my punishment. And here I am.

But not tomorrow. When my healing is complete, I shall go on my own, being strong and do what I feel I must. Thanks to you, Malcolm. And tomorrow your new life begins too, eh?"

"Oh, I don't know." I said. "How would I make a living at this? I'm not even sure I want to do it. It's all new and......"

"Stop. Malcolm. Please. and listen. You can do whatever you want, but you have a gift and you must use it. Go build bridges is you want, but share the gift and make the world a better place. Besides, it's not so terrible so far, is it?" She gave me a pixie devilish smile and sat down on the floor next to me, rested her cheek on my leg and stroked my calf.

"I will send you clients that need you, and spread the word among the rom. You can pick as you like. After a while you will be suprised at how word will spread and women will contact you. What you have is special and needed and they will seek you and find you."

"If I build it they will come?" I said.

Esme laughed and reached under my robe and fondled me. "Speaking of come, big boy. We don't have forever. Remember, once you cure someone, you cannot go back. You will undue all the healing. And now, for the first time you will have a woman this way, and my healing will be complete. And you will be on your way to a new life, a life filled with beautiful women coming to you with their legs open and you will make them whole and they will never forget you for it."

She turned and spread my knees apart as her robe fell open. She was magnificent. She leaned in while reaching for my belt and untied it and my robe fell open as her mouth surrounded the head of my cock, semi-erect. She went down slowly and purposefully until she had taken it all in and she held it deep and shook her head. I could feel myself growing and she slowly came back up, her lips stretched tight around cock flesh until I could see her withdraw with a smile.

She reached out with her left hand and wrapped her hand around it, well almost all the way around, and leaned turning her head at an angle, still smiling and I heard her gasp a little painfully when her back pivoted, but she leaned under, jet black, wet hair trailing to the floor, and I felt her lips touch my balls.

She stroked me slowly and worked her tongue over my hairy sacs sending tendrils of shivers all through me. I was stone hard and I focused on "thinner" and as my cock narrowed, I heard her laugh as she closed her hand around it. She sat up and tugged my cock and we both stood up. Her robe had opened and she saw me eying her now hard-tipped breasts, and she held the robe all the way open and said: "How about them apples?"

I tossed off my robe and reached over and tugged hers down her shoulder until it dropped at her feet. We were both naked and I had never felt more desirous or tender towards anyone in my life. I reached around her waist and drew her in and kissed her, soft and brief a few times, gazing into those deep, almost black eyes and then I probed her with my tongue and she parried right back with the grace of a dreamily-lost daggerweilder and for a moment I couldn't tell where I left off and she began, but I could feel those pesky little points pressing into my chest. 

I leaned back and smiled and moved her dance-like near the bed and tossed her back on to it. I lay between her lewdly spayed legs, heels now on the edge of the mattress, her sweet hair-pie exposed and pink with a slight glistening of something liquid moistening the center. So, I tasted it and heard her moan. She tasted of the softest of woman flesh, pink and red and yeilding. She tasted clean from the shower but the more I licked and sucked, she got wetter and the succulence of her began to dominate and it was good. So good. 

I spread her juice with my tongue, over clit and down over lips now drenched, I coated her puckered anus with it and as the flow got more copious, I worked it in and out with my tongue, working her with my fingers. Her breath was shortening and her body began to rock to my ministrations. I put one finger in her sopping pussy, then two, and three with my pinkie going in and out of her sphincter ring and sucked and licked her clit.

It wasn't long before she was making sounds like a tortured animal and swearing like a dock whore, I could tell she was ready to orgasm and I picked up my pace and she went off like firecrackers, little jolts of fire every few seconds or so and she spasmed and kept thrusting.

When the orgasm subsided a little, I pulled back and stood, pulled her roughly towards the edge of the bed with her legs up and put my cock in her pussy and slowly, but purposefully buried it and pulled it out coated with her froth. I felt her relax but she tensed again when I placed the tip against her ass and drove it home.

I was still thin and long and went about halfway on the first stroke. Oh, she was so tight. I went a little easier, moving just a fraction of an inch on each stroke. I heard her bark a command. "Fuck me!" I looked at her face and she was intent and looked a bit crazy "Fuck me, little boy, or can't you do a man's job!"

"What?" I cried "I'm trying to go easy. You're in pain".

"Fuck me, wimpy American boy. As hard as you want. Do whatever you want. You're in my ass. Make it hurt, I want it to hurt. I want to remember this pain. The last of it." And then her voice got louder and she screamed "Do it, you fuck!"

Something in her words ingnited my anger, and I slammed into her and heard her make a sound like the air going out of something. She relaxed and in two hard strokes I was buried in her. "Make it bigger" she asked.

I pulled out of her and roughly grabbed her and dragged her around. "Get on your knees bitch! I am going to fuck you until you cry. Little boy, hah?"

She was on her knees know, face pressed to the mattress and that delectable ass pointing towards the ceiling. I crouched behind her and grabbing her hips and pulling drove all the way in, feeling the most incredible pressure around my cock. I began to stroke and seeing her ass with my cock buried in it excited me and I started pounding her. I could tell she was in pain and with each stroke her ass and her back must have been near the critical pain threshold, she was openly crying and making little yelps with each agonizing piercing and thrust. 

I didn't care. Her tears turned me on for some strange reason and I decided to give her more than she bargained for. I focussed on bigger and could feel myself growing and getting wider. She was so tight I could barely still stroke. "Yes." she hissed. I made it as big as it would go. I was in so tight the only movement was the head of my shaft going back and forth inside the foreskin. I was unyieldingly locked. 

Her pain turned into something else all of a sudden but a thing just as powerful and she started thrusting back, almost violently and I pounded away and our skin slapped with the sound of rifle shots. She was working her fingers in her pussy now and she started to come. She bucked and bolted but could not go anywhere, pinioned on my cock. She tensed and moaned long and low and as a thousand tiny bees stung the head of my cock, I began to squirt inside her. The cum had it's effect on her immediately and she began to scream as if she were being tortured by my cock. But the squeals were joyous and I knew them for what they were.

The sensation I felt was almost unbearable, excruciatingly sharp as I emptied into her and I heard my own voice as if it were someone else's, with each stab releasing sounds in syncopation with each blast. I focused on thinner and now there was room in that soppy wonderland for the cum to escape. It half squirted from the tight channel and the rest ran down, opalescent white, out of her ass down over and into her pussy, onto her clit where her hand was still stroking vigorously, down her fingers, across her wrist and forearm, to be flung off when it dripped down off her elbow. 

It felt like it went on for minutes and we both started slowing down our spasms and our motion. I pulled my cock out and looked down and it was weakly still spurting. She moved around and put her mouth on it and sucked the last few dribbles deep into her mouth. She licked my cock clean and then my balls delightfully. We finally flopped on the bed, laying down on our backs with our heads on the pillows and gasped for air. She leaned one leg between mine and put her arms around me and her head on my shoulder. 

There was no need for words. I could feel her pussy, still hot and wet on my thigh. She was still dripping cum. I felt very good about myself and quite proud. Her breath was measured now and warm against my neck. This is how we fell asleep.

The next morning we both looked like we had been through a war zone. Except we had these ear-to-ear smiles. I awoke and she was out of bed. I walked into the kitchen and, still naked, she turned, smiled and said "Look." and did a ballerina twirl and then a cartwheel. At the end of the cartwheel, however, her heel slipped on something and she unceremoniously plopped onto that sweet ass with a look of surprise on her face. I laughed and so did she, and she got up. 

"Cum. Jesus, you drenched the place." she said. 

"We...drenched the place." I said.

She was walking gingerly, though straight. I asked "Did you hurt yourself?"

She laughed. "My back and my tush are fine. My ass is sore, stupid, or don't you remember reaming me?"

"Oh, I remember" I responded and couldn't help but leering a little. 

"But that will go away, and it feels very right. Totally feminine and totally fucked. And healed. Thank you." She turned and gave directions. 

"Coffee is ready. I'll shower first and then you can while I fix breakfast. I'm famished. And then goodbyes." 

We did and finally dressed again, it was time. "I want to give you an address and a phone number in Cambridge" she said. "I want you to stay in touch and tell me about the ones I send to you."

"I will give them the very best service, madame." I answered.

She gave me a tender, caring look and said "I know. You will." Then she bent over the table, writing and I couldn't resist. I put my palm on the curve of her ass. "Too late?" I wondered. "She turned, looking back up at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen and said "Yes. It is."

"Esme, you have given me as much as I have given you. Thanks. Hey, why don't meet once a year? I've been thinking about it. Christmas is too hectic and our lives will be different. How about September, this month. Every year, for a few days. We can meet somewhere."

"Yes. I would like that Malcolm. Very much."

"But we can't......." I let it trail.

"So?" she said "You'll probably need a rest from it, anyway and if I have any luck....next October it is. It will be good. Now kiss me and go, quickly." I did.

On the way by the window, I peeked back in. She was packing a suitcase. And she was singing.

I walked away thinking, I am a man now. And a healer.



The Healer Ch. 05



Chapter 4: Doreen

And so, Malcolm went on his way, and Esme went hers. He left that fall for college, heading towards the University of Oregon, with an undeclared major.

It was hard on his mom when he left. Since his dad bolted, she was dependent on him, liked having him around. She still dated, hell she was a good looking woman and had friends, but he was her boy and the house would be empty without him.

He wasn't going to dorm it, not with being a healer, and since dad was paying he rented a great little guest cottage in an area right outside of town in the orchard area. Oregon had a lot of orchards. Apples, berries, pears, all kinds of wonderful things.  It was only 15 minutes from campus and was literally, out in farm country. 

He rented from a couple in their late thirties, the Williamsons. Husband and wife psychologists that were fairly well known for their books. Part of the reason for renting the guest house was they were gone a lot on book tours and such and wanted someone on the premises to watch over it. 

They liked him and checked out the references and were delighted with the arrangement. So was he. The guest house was about 200 yards from the main house, separated by a massive Japanese garden.

The bedroom was on the second floor and was huge and overlooked the apple orchard to the west. He would get the afternoon sun. It had a full stocked kitchen, beautifully decorated living room, a second smaller bedroom and a studio/office. The bedroom had sliding glass doors which led to a second story balcony. He couldn't believe his luck. The Williamsons went off on tour and he settled in to a class routine. He met some people, went to a few parties, a few football games, hung out at Taylor's Pub, right on campus and wondered about the future. He didn't have the faintest idea of what to do next about his healing, or my life. But this was sweet.

He dated a few girls, but nothing had developed. He might be a sexual healer, but he couldn't really talk about it, and didn't want to take advantage of it either. He was just walking in the door of the cottage after his last class on a Tuesday in late October, when the phone rang. He picked it up. 

"Hello." He said.

"Hello. Uh. Is this Malcolm?" A woman's voice asked.

"Yes, it is." He tried to place the voice but couldn't.

"Hi, Malcolm. You don't know me. My name is Doreen. A mutual friend of ours said I should call you. I hope that's okay."

"Sure. I guess. Who's the friend?"

"Esme." She replied

"Oh." He wasn't sure what to say. The voice on the other end giggled.

"Well, Doreen. I am a bit surprised. I haven't heard from Esme in a while. Last I heard she was settling in nicely in Boston. Is that where you are?"

"Oh, Esme is doing great. She, uh, is great. No, actually, I'm here in Eugene, at the airport."

"Here?" My mind was swirling with thoughts "Where are you staying?"

"I don't know yet. I just got in, and Esme said to call you. I'm, uh, I'm, oh this is so hard. I'm in need of your special abilities. Oh, god, that sounded so stupid."

"No. It really didn't Doreen. Know I now. Did you want me to come pick you up? The airport isn't far."

"There's a cab right outside waiting, I have your address. I could just pop over. It'd be faster."

"Okay. Sure, that'd be great."

"Malcolm?"

"Yes, Doreen?"

"I'm really nervous."

He laughed. "So am I, Doreen. But it'll be alright. Come by, we'll talk."

She was ten minutes away. He hurriedly picked up around the house and wondered about her. Esme sent her, so he gathered this would be his second healing. He ran upstairs and looked through the closet. He needed something that made him look older, more healer-like. To inspire confidence. Then he laughed at that. Play it by ear, if she knew Esme, then she knew.

He threw on a black tee shirt and grabbed the dark gray corduroy suit jacket. 

He heard a car pull up and halfway downstairs stopped on the stairway. Be professional. Prepare yourself. She might be terribly disfigured or horrible in some way. It would be best not to show shock. I steeled my mind and opened the front door. 

The cabbie had the trunk open and was getting a suitcase out. He could see her behind him, but not clearly. She another smaller bag on her arm. They went around the other side of the car and she pulled out a wallet and paid him. 

He drove off and she picked up her bag and strolled this way. She was tiny. Maybe 5' tall, blond and smiled like a long-lost friend coming to visit.

He went out to greet her and she put down her bag and put out her hand. He shook it and they said hello. 

"This is weird." She said. She looked around, seemingly pleased. "Good, I think. Very good. But I've never done anything like this before."

Without thinking, for some strange reason he bent down and kissed her forehead gently. "Don't worry, Doreen. You're among friends, nothing bad is going to happen." Her face dimmed and a tear ran out of one eye.

"Come on." He said. Picking up her suitcase. "Let's go in."

Her blond hair was short, and feathered. She wore black framed glasses. Her eyes were blue, and what once would have been called "googly" eyes, eyes that always seemed to be surprised and interested by something, eyes that seemed to be catching all the wonder on this ride through space and time.

Her nose was a little too big for her face, and her mouth was too wide with lips I wanted to dive into. Somehow it all came together for her. She wouldn't ever be called pretty, but people would look twice when she came into a room..

They sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee and chatted. They talked of Esme and school like They were old friends. She had an MBA and so far hadn't been able to latch onto the job she really wanted, it was slim pickings in this economy. She was working phones for a small brokerage firm and hated it and the money wasn't going far enough. She was 28.

"Esme said you could fix me. She told me about your, er, adventure and her change." she said.

"Well." He replied "Esme seems to be the expert on this. I would certainly be willing to try." 

"The old college try, huh?" she said and giggled.

He laughed too. Making love to her would not be the worst duty in the world, that He was sure of and was starting to get an erection just thinking about it. 

She was so different than Esme. Esme was dark and lush and dangerous looking. Doreen was light and compact, trim without any extra flash. She was blond and light and had an ass that would make a tangerine jealous. 

She stood up across from me and raised her sweater up to her neck. She wore no bra, nor needed one. She coyly turned her head, baring herself to a younger man in his kitchen within an hour of meeting him. He watched those pert little breasts nipple out in the late afternoon light. Her nipples were bright pink and large and must've measured an inch. "These." she said.

"Doreen?" I asked, confused.

"Breast cancer. Inoperable and has now spread. I might have six months, maybe a year. I refused chemo. I watched my mom through that and there was no way I could do it. I didn't know what to do, and I met Esme at the counseling center. And here I am." Her voice broke and her tears started to come.

He stood up and went over and put my arms around her. She reached around my back and I could feel her steel-like nipples against my chest. She fit perfectly in my chest to where I could just lean in and kiss the top of her head. 

She shuddered and He held her. 

"Shush." he said. "It's going to be alright now. You'll be a new woman in the morning. Though I must confess, I'm pretty thrilled with this one." 

She turned up her face and pulled me to her and we kissed, long and sweet and wet. Her lips responded to mine and her tongue was both bold and hesitant and extremely creative. I started to hurt with want for her. 

"You want to go watch the sunset from upstairs?" he asked with a feigned leer.

"Yes. Should we race?" she laughed wiping away the tears.

"You'd win. You always will, Doreen.", he said and went over to the counter, grabbed the ice bucket mom had demanded he take, filled it with ice from the bin, ran some cold water in and opened the refrigerator, pulled out two bottles of Schramsburg sparkling wine and a bottle of Crème de Cassis, put them in, turned and said "Onetwothree, go!" and he hustled for the stairs. She was on it and got there first and bounded up the stairs, which he didn't mind watching that delectable ass bounding right in front of him. 

She got to the top of the stairs and looked both ways, not knowing which way to go. She turned left, I went right shouting over my shoulder "Nope." and ran into the bedroom. She came in right after me. 

"Okay, you win." she panted.

"And what do I win, Doreen?" I said as I put the bucket and glasses down on the table by the windows. I looked over at her, intently awaiting her answer.

"Any. Thing. You. Want." she said, hitting each word hard. 

"Oooh" He said "I think we're going to be very good at this." 

He made two Kir Royales quickly and held one out to her. "To us." she said and they gently clinked glasses and drank. "I was worried this would be hard, Malcolm. Clinical, not fun. I'm not worried now."

"Naked. Now. Out to the deck." I said, put my drink down, kicked off my shoes and bent down to pull off the socks. She didn't miss a beat. She kicked off her boots and pulled off white cotton socks. She pulled that sweater back right over her head and tossed it. She was unbuttoning her pants and I said "Stop."

She looked at him. He pulled off his shirt. Peeled his pants down and kicked them away. He wore no underwear. He knelt in front of her and reached to her zipper and pulled it down slowly. With his left hand he reached up and stroked her nipple and heard her gasp. Then he tugged those pants from the hips and she shimmied a little and they came down. He pulled each leg off and tossed them. She wore black panties and had legs that might have been sculpted. 

He reached around to cup her ass and pulled her to him and kissed her under the belly button. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, and she shimmied again, a kick and she was all exposed to him now.

She had a trim blonde bush and he bent down to kiss it. She moaned and held his head to her. He stepped back and looked at it. He reached a finger and stroked her lips. She was getting wet already, and it was all pink on the inside.

"Outside" he said "Bring your drink."

And he slid the glass door open and she followed. The deck overlooked the apple orchard next door and the sun was getting closer to the horizon, going orange now.

"Holy shit." she said "You have a Jacuzzi up here?"

"The owners. Crazy shrinks with too much money, but this works for me. Not a bad place for a college guy, huh? Nobody can see us up here either."

They got in. It was hot, he kept it hot. They toasted again and leaned back and watched the sun going down. She reached over and slowly stroked his cock, which was now almost bursting and tickled his balls, and it just seemed all so right.

And as it has for millennia, the sun passed behind the horizon, firing up heavy clouds with reds and purples. She looked great in this light. She still had her glasses on.

"You look great in this light, Doreen. Good enough to eat. You ever take those off?" I said, pointing to her glasses. 

"Oh, sometimes I do. Who knows you may get lucky later on. And I'll really get naked for you." she giggled. 

They had soaped each other in the shower, and had kept the fooling around to a minimum, wanting to move to the main stage. The kissing however had almost become violent with tongues as weapons and soapy bodies slithering against each other.

They had toweled each other dry and had fresh drinks. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her standing at the glass window, naked, looking out at the last dying rays of the sun. 

"You look like a goddess standing there. Like this petit woman who rules over all she can she. A goddess with an ass like a peach."

She half turned her face and in her deepest voice said "Talk is cheap, buster." She was just the barest bit of tipsy and it looked good on her.

"Bring it here now, Doreen."

Without a word, she turned and put her drink down on the nightstand, walked around in front of him, turned her back to him and bent over. He grabbed her hips and moved her up a bit and fell to his knees and kissed each cheek. Then he smacked one with his hand. He ran his tongue down her furrow and flicked it at her little puckered anus. He licked her until she began to say a string of "Oh"s, and he wanted more. 

He took his face away and turned her so her ass was facing the bed and he pushed her stomach gently so she went back and as she did he reached under her legs to her knees and spread her legs wide and knelt in and kissed her waiting pussy.

He worked her clit with his lips and tongue, darting in and out of her opening, around and around with gentle nips to her lips and blowing on that now very wet area. He increased his tempo on her tensing clit and slipped two fingers in her pussy and the pinky up her ass and worked her faster and faster until she came loudly, little spasms electrifying her for a good seven or eight seconds. She tasted like burnt orange and honey.

He got up and pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small jar. He uncapped it and came over and sat on the bed next to her, reached over and pulled her up until she was standing, still a little glassy eyed from the orgasm. He turned her and with her back facing him told her to bend over. She did looking back at him quizzically.

He put two fingers in the jar and wiped them on her tiny star shaped ass opening, he covered the area around it an put in his index finger and worked it. He put two fingers back in the jar and inserted them and worked them. And then three. She was giving little grunts of surprise and discomfort, but went along. He put the jar down, sat back and adjusted her so her legs were outside his. Then, hands on her hips, brought her down to where her little greased pucker was right at the tip of the head of his cock.

He had focused and made his cock as small and thin as he could. It was about five inches long and slightly thicker than a regular hot dog. He pulled her down on it and his cock went about an inch inside her. She moaned. Even with the jelly, it did not want to give up its passage easily. She was tiny and she was tight. But the sphincter muscle is not only delightful, but as flexible as any muscle in the human body. 

He worked very slowly pushing and withdrawing by millimeters, ever slowly working deeper. She began to push back diligently and he heard her say "No. Me." She set the rhythm and the pace and punctuated by little yelps of pain, working up and down she managed to take it all in. She had reached down and was stroking her clit while pistoning down on his cock. He was excited watching her take him all the way in and back out, and he could feel the warmth and pressure building in his balls. He could come at almost any time now. She was going faster and faster and he made his cock grow just a little more. A few more strokes and she began to cum first. She cursed like a whore in a sailor's bar and kept fucking. She was loud again, screaming "Oh. Oh". Again and again. 

Her body shook like a rag doll pinned against his cock with each jolt through her sopping, oily channel and when he let go and came, splattering her insides with hot, sticky cum, she went into overdrive. She jerked like someone electrocuted and the sounds coming from her mouth were barely human. 

Spurts seven and eight hit her as hard as the first, the ninth slowing in response to her movements. She came to rest all the way down on his cock and shook. She was shaking like someone in the stiffest, coldest wind imaginable and my cock saluted her effort with indescribable series of pleasurable jolts from the back of his head to the tip of his cock.

Finally, catching her breath and letting the shaking subside she pulled forward and his cock came free with a distinctive "pop". The cum spilled out her ass and down her legs. She wobbled over to the head of the bed, wobbling and sank down on that gorgeous, now well used as and reached out for her drink, hoisted it and drank it down in three major gulps. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled wanly at him. 

"I've never done that before." She said. "God, I've never, ever cum like that before. I thought you were going to split me in half, and I loved it. Am I hooked?"

He laughed. "No, you're just a perfectly healthy young woman who enjoys all the pleasures of life. You'll maybe mix it in from time to time. All the rest is still good. As you'll see."

She put her hands up and faked shock, her face a perfect example of it. She handed me her glass. "Freshen my drink and I'll suck you off, Count Chocula."

He did. He ran a soapy wash cloth over his parts and rinsed and brought fresh drinks to bed. The stars were out now and a Cheshire moon smiled at us as it rose. He put off all the lights and lit the fireplace, which cast a flickering orange glow on everything. They lay down and talked a while, drank and smoked, Sitting up against the headboard. 

At one point she turned to him and asked, "What you said before. About me being a healthy young woman. Am I? Am I really healthy again?"

"You will be" he said.

She shifted her weight and slid down some and said "Well, then. I think it's about time I suck your cock." And she did.

She took me tentatively in her mouth and I changed my position so I was kneeling with my half-hard cock pressed up against her lips. I leaned forward and she opened and took a few inches in, running her tongue across the shaft and tip. He slowly moved, watching it disappear into her mouth, a little more every time. It was like dipping it in a jar of warm honey. He grew harder and didn't focus and it finally got to be his normal hard-on, about 8 inches. It was a mellow mouth fuck. 

She went under him and licked his balls and sucked them one at a time into that sweet mouth, ran her tongue over his perineum, flicking wetly and moved down, probing his ass with slurping sounds. She moved swiftly and got off the bed and pulled his legs around, she knelt with him on the edge of the bed and spread his legs and raised them exposing his parts completely, raised for her attention. She looked at his parts for a moment, and then into his eyes and then she bent and began licking his ass and working up over his balls and up his cock. She would go down on it slowly, using lots of saliva and back up and around the horn again and again. 

Finally, mouth stretched tight around his shaft she plunged down and he could feel himself enter her throat. That little woman had taken him all in. She held him there and then went back up and all the way down, throat fucking him. He was feeling it now, the joyful burn beginning to form. Now he acted. 

He dropped his legs and sprung up, to her surprise. He picked her up and turned her around in the air and dropped her unceremoniously on her back on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. He leaned over her and she licked at his hanging balls as he moved slightly to her movement. He moved forward so she could tickle his ass as he felt her probing pink dagger poking in and out with ecstatic results. 

He was close and put his cock in her mouth and began pumping. She took it in and he thrust until he found her throat positioned just right and plunged. He was deep in her throat now. Her legs were spread and she was masturbating. They were both grunting now. He from the effort and she because her mouth and throat were full of hard, hot cock. She was snorting trying to breathe. She was incredible. 




The Healer Ch. 05



He felt it coming and let go. He pulled out and gave himself a few strokes and the first gush hit her hard on the lips, running down into her nose and eyes, he plunged all the way in and the second gush went off as he was entering her throat and she went off like firecrackers. She seemed to bounce on the bed, her body rippling spasmodically, with her fingers in her pussy and her mouth stuffed with man meat.

Every spurt steeled his whole body in reaction. He was incoherent, saying something. She was like a pinned voodoo doll, with an electric wire in her mouth. He kept squirting and try as she might to swallow it all, cheeks showing the working, she couldn't hold it all and it dripped down out of her mouth over her face, and into her hair and onto the hardwood floor. He pulled back with just the tip going in and out of her lips as his pleasure and issue receded. 

Finally he pulled out and she sat up, cum all over her face which began now to run down. She rubbed it some and some she scooped into her mouth groggily. She was still getting little spasms, still coming. 

"Oh." he said and flopped back on the bed.

"Damn" she said. "I've never seen a man come so much."

He weakly answered. "All part of the service, Ma'am."

"Think I got enough of a dose?" she asked, giggling.

"Oh, yeah." he said. "That was a good dose, a very good dose."

They drank a little more and talked, easy with being naked and sticky with each other. They found a bond between them. It wasn't love as much as shared ideals and past trials which had marked them both. 

They were exhausted and very pleased, but not done. The liquor was turning the talk serious now, the tears flowed and the night wore on. Sometimes, the saddest fucks are the best.

She was telling him about her last lover, who turned out to be a real prick when he had looked like Mr. Perfect at the start. He dumped her at the mention of the cancer, treating her like she was just another piece of ass, and now damaged goods. As she was talking haltingly as the tears came, she had slid down and tossed a leg over and sat over him resting on his thighs.

She wept and her tears dripped down onto superb, small breasts and she moved slightly so they dripped onto his exposed testicles. A tender delight to be sure. She had taken hold of his cock and slowly stroked it into life. She tossed her leg over his and sat up, on knees, raised up slightly and poised her wet, throbbing slit above the tip of his now-hard cock.

She moved down on it slowly, and up, the feeling was delicious and with each soft thrust downward, she took a little more and a little more, and got a little wetter until she was slick. He focused and made his cock grow slowly until it reached it's full size, and she mewled in appreciation.

It was tantric, it was zen. She would breathe in deeply with each tantalizingly slow uptake and release her breath on every down stroke with a final "Ah" when she had taken it all down. Every square millimeter of his cock skin felt the energy with every agonizing movement of the slick inner lining of her and it almost seemed like no orgasm was necessary, it all felt so good.

Time had no meaning as it went dreamily on until he heard her breath quicken and that did it. She plunged all the way down and held him and the electric wire someone stuck in the back of his neck sent a charge down his spine and through his balls, to the tip of his cock and he splashed the first of his load inside her.

She held him, clenching his cock with powerful woman muscles, squeezing each successive squirt as if with a gloved hand. Her tears still rolled down her cheeks, but her head was thrown back and her mouth contorted in silent screams as she spasmed around his cock like a butterfly on display, pinioned.

Finally, his spurts lessened. He could feel the mix of his sperm and her juices running out of her and down over his balls and into the crack of his ass. Love honey.

She collapsed on his chest with him still deep inside her and cried until her breathing evened out and he realized she was asleep. His cock went limp and as he fell out of her, the stickiness held them and it seemed right.

She was dressed and sitting at the kitchen table the next morning when he ambled downstairs in a robe. She had showered and done her make-up and her hair and she looked beautiful. She saw him and hit him with a thousand-watt smile that held nothing back.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

"Yes. Malcolm. I have to get back, make some changes. Are you feeling as good as I am?"

He laughed. "I feel pretty good. You're something else. That was..."

"I know. It was magical and I'll never forget it. So, I'm all better now?"

"Should be."

"Oh, I can't wait to see my oncologist. You'd better be right about this." She laughed. "I would hate to think you used this elaborate ruse just to get laid."

She turned serious. "Malcolm. I have a proposal for you." "Oh." he said.

"Yeah. How'd you like to be worth $10 million by the time you're thirty and have all the pussy you can handle, all the time, your choice?"

He burst out laughing. "Hmmmmm...Can I think about it? Seriously, what are you talking about?'

"I talked it over with Esme, she thinks it's a great idea. You need a manager, someone to set up appointments for you, do research, find those who need your gifts, someone to invest your money, maybe cook you a dinner every now and then. I think I'd be perfect for it."

"Wow. Doreen. You don't dance around a subject, do you? I don't know, but it kind of makes sense. I have no idea how to go about this, or what I should do with it, or anything."

"That's what I'm for. I can do it. I won't let you get into trouble, and I'll keep it organized and you can do the most good with the most gain. Come on, give a girl a chance, will you? I can move out here within the month."

He pursed his lips and thought a minute. "Why not? I like you Doreen. I think you're bright and capable and decent. Let's give it a try."

She turned the thousand-watt smile on again and said, doing her best Bogie, "Louie, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship."