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Addison's New Friend

By: eroslit



"What are you going to do this summer, Addison?" Michelle asked.

"Hopefully, fuck every guy in town."

"I don't believe that's a realistic goal for an eighteen year old," the psychiatrist said calmly.

"If I only get half of them, is that considered a success or failure? C'mon, Michelle. What do your books tell you? Would my cunt be half full or half empty?"

"Why do you feel it's necessary to talk like that, Addison?"

"Like what?"

"Using so much profanity," Michelle said.

Addison looked at her with surprise. "Excuse me. Let me start over. I'm going to have sex with every guy in town. And would fifty percent mean my vagina is half full or half empty?"

Michelle stared at her.

Addison continued, "That changes the meaning completely, doesn't it? Puts it into a whole new light. Shit."

Michelle typed a few notes on her laptop and looked up at her patient. She had been seeing Addison for almost a year. She was just one of many teenage girls Michelle treated, or tried to treat. Why was it that the prettiest ones were the most distressed, Michelle wondered?

And Addison was beyond pretty. She was easily the most attractive eighteen year old Michelle had ever laid her eyes on. Long blonde hair, green eyes, luscious lips and a body to die for should never be allowed in one package—but Addison had it.

Now, finally, after a half dozen visits, Michelle felt like she was getting closer to the solution of the Addison puzzle. The suppressed anger in the teenager's voice was always a sign that Michelle was touching a nerve. Too rarely in their visits had Addison ever expressed anger.

"When was the last time somebody told you what to do, Addison?"

The girl slouched in her favorite chair; the one closest to the door, with the huge, padded arms that Michelle let Addison fling her leg over. "Yesterday. My fucking Mom wanted me to clean my room. Again! Like I've ever done that. She practically screamed at me this time. It was kind of funny."

Michelle typed away. "Did it make you mad?"

"Hell, yes."

"Did you do it?"

"Hell, no."

"Why not?"

"I'll clean it when it needs cleaned."

More notes. "Why do you hate men, Addison?"

Michelle hadn't used this method of questioning in a long time, but the time seemed right to try it on somebody who repelled every other attempt to get inside her head. After Addison's initial gaze of confusion, she said, "They all think they're so fuckin' smart. They think they can say something nice to me, or offer me a drink, and I'm going to fuck them. Assholes. I'll decide who, and when, and how."

She sat upright in the chair, a tension radiating from her body that Michelle felt clear across the room.

"They should BEG me. But most of them put a hand on my ass or take a swipe at my tits and think I'll roll over for them. Nobody tells me what to do!"

'Bingo!', Michelle typed.

Ten years in psychiatry with young people taught Michelle to pause. Normally, no question she could ask brought a better response from the patient than a pause after an outburst. Michelle took the extra time to admire, once again, the girl in her chair.

The long, tan legs that extended out of Addison's obscenely short shorts were unblemished. The gentle curve of the calves and nearly-mature thighs could have belonged to a model. Addison's sleeveless top rode up her body as she slumped, exposing a few inches of firm abs. Her breasts threatened to fall out of the loose shirt.

Addison rolled the end of her blonde hair around a finger and stared out the window. There was no indication she was going to break the silence.

"Who's your closest friend right now, Addison?"

The girl's eyes swung back to Michelle. She looked depressed again, or tired, or bored. "My dog."

Michelle fought the urge to laugh. In fact, she was better at repressing her emotions than most of her patients who were being treated for just that condition. Oftentimes, it leaked into her life away from the office and she had to consciously let it out. 

"Is that by your choice?"

"Not totally. He had something to do with it, too."

"You've told me before that you dated. You don't consider any of those guys friends?"

Addison laughed. "Fuck no."

Michelle typed for a few seconds, stalling to properly phrase the next statement in her mind.

"I want you to try something, Addison. Before we meet again, I'd like you to make one new friend. It can be somebody you already know or somebody you meet," Michelle said. "Are you willing to do that?"

Michelle closed the lid of her laptop and looked at Addison.

The girl nodded, her mouth curling into a frown of resignation. "I guess."

###

Michelle flopped onto the family room couch and sighed out loud. She turned on the TV and tossed the remote aside, not really caring what channel came on. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

She loved these evenings when her police officer husband was on duty and she had the house to herself. She could lie unmolested in her t-shirt and panties, attempting to wipe all the day's sessions out of her mind.

But evenings after she'd seen Addison proved to be the hardest. The teenager was an intriguing case, first of all. The thirty-five year old psychiatrist was used to dealing with younger patients, but almost always she could figure out what was going on inside their brain. It wasn't so easy with Addison, although progress might have been made today.

There was another problem when it came to Addison, however.

Michelle rolled onto her back and settled her head onto a plush pillow. Then, as she always did on post-Addison evenings, she ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and brought the bottom of her t-shirt with it. She raised her ass off the couch and bunched the t-shirt around her waist. With her tiny panties now uncovered, Michelle slid her hand inside.

She touched her clit one time and felt the all too familiar tingle in her pussy. She would not return to that most sensitive spot for a few minutes, knowing that only the slightest provocation with Addison on her mind would start her down the steep cliff toward an orgasm. Instead, she would tease herself with the payoff being a more intense climax.

Michelle's panties stretched out as her petite hand probed the moist area around her hole. She gathered moisture on her fingertips and separated the flaps of skin to allow access to her vagina. Her hand slid up and down, the fingers finding the opening, but not entering.

Just as she was about to slip a finger inside her body, her cell phone buzzed.

"Fuck!"

She pulled her hand out and reached behind her head for the phone. On the second ring she found it and looked at the screen. There was no ID of the caller, but it was a local number. Very few people had the unlisted number and she rarely got crank calls. Being the professional that she was, she answered the call after the third ring in case it was an emergency.

"Hello."

"Hi. Michelle?"

"Yes."

"Hey. This is Addison."

Michelle thought she was ready for anything when she answered the phone. She wasn't prepared for this.

"Addison? How'd you get this number?"

"It's amazing what you can get when you promise to have sex with a dude that works at the phone company," Addison said.

"That's illegal, Addison."

"Having sex with a guy from the phone company is illegal?"

"Stealing unlisted phone numbers."

The scent of her sex wafted from her fingers as Michelle held the phone. That, and the sound of Addison' voice, only made her wetter.

"Sorry. Didn't know it was unlisted. Anyway, I wanted to talk."

Michelle didn't believe her pleading of ignorance, but she knew better than to refuse to talk to her.

"About what, Addison?"

"About you."

"Me? Why me?" Michelle asked.

"I've decided you're going to be my new friend. I'm really excited."

Michelle's heart raced. "I'm glad you're excited, Addison. But we can't be friends."

"Why not?"

"I can't objectively help you if we have a close friendship. We can be friendly to each other, Addison. But we can't be friends."

"That sucks," Addison sighed. "Because I think you really like me."

"Of course I like you."

"Michelle, I see the way you look at me when we're together. I know that look. Men give it to me all the time. You look at me that way, Michelle."

The pause that followed could never have been long enough for Michelle to formulate a sensible response. She said, "What are you suggesting, Addison?"

"Damn it, Michelle. Quit being the psychiatrist for just five minutes. Can you do that for me? And how does that sound to YOU, anyway?"

The familiar sudden anger shouldn't have surprised Michelle, but it did. She tried desperately to escape the role of analyst, but she also didn't want to lose the ground made up earlier in the day.

"I don't look at you in sexual terms, Addison."

"You're lying. And I can prove it," the teenager said with a confident voice.

"How?"

Michelle regretted asking the question as soon as it left her mouth.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"A t-shirt and panties."

"Are you alone?" Addison asked.

"Yes."

"Michelle, I want you to reach inside your t-shirt."

Michelle felt her breathing become heavy. She thought about appropriate responses; all the things she learned in school; possible directions to take with this girl.

"OK," was all she could say.

A sigh came across the phone. "Michelle, this isn't going to work if you don't listen to me. Now put your hand inside your shirt."

This time Michelle obeyed. Her hand slid under the shirt, resting just above her navel.

"Do you have a bra on, Michelle?"

"No."

"Good. Never wear a bra when you know I'm going to call."

Michelle didn't ask the obvious question, allowing the teenager to stay in control.

"Do you want to know what I'm wearing?" Addison asked.

"Tell me," Michelle said without any emotion.

"Nothing, Michelle. I'm in bed naked."

Michelle felt herself losing control over her nerves. Shivers flowed through her body in waves. Somehow she had to hide it all from Addison. She needed to know where Addison was taking this, but at some point it had to be stopped.

Addison said in a very soft tone, "How often have you wanted to see me naked, Michelle? Every time I visit you?"

Michelle would not answer.

"Reach up and touch your breast."

Michelle's hand stopped at the bottom of her breast.

"Pull the shirt up, Michelle. Over your breasts."

When her nipples were exposed, Michelle laid the shirt down.

"Now wrap your fingers around one of your breasts, Michelle."

She followed the orders exactly.

"Squeeze it. Feel the soft skin, Michelle. Close your eyes and imagine it's me you're holding. You're reaching out and fondling my tit like you've wanted to since the first time you saw me."

"Addison, that isn't..."

"Shhhhhhh. Just listen to me, Michelle. Now take hold of your nipple and roll it between your fingers. Pinch it, Michelle. Harder."

How did she know? How could her patient know that nothing aroused her more?

"Pull on it. Can you feel it clear down to your pussy? Play with your tit, Michelle, until you can feel the quivers inside your stomach."

Michelle felt those quivers several minutes ago, but the renewed attention to her nipples caused a flood of pleasurable feelings to stream through her.

"I want you to tell me if your panties are wet. Touch them."

Michelle didn't have to. But she did.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Addison insisted.

"I'm wet."

"So am I, Michelle. You make me wet. I love your tits and the hard nipples. I wish I could suck on them right now."

Michelle winced and her eyes closed so tightly it almost hurt.

"Now rub the top of your panties. Press your panties into your pussy, Michelle."

She glided her hand back and forth across the thin material. She spread her legs a little farther apart and rubbed some more.

"That's it. Now find your clit. Rub your clit through your panties and tell me how good that feels."

Michelle rubbed, but she did not speak.

"Tell me, Michelle."

Still, no response.

"I can hear you breathing, Michelle. Tell me how it feels."

"It feels good, Addison."

"What does?"

"Rubbing."

"Rubbing what?"

"It feels good to rub my clit."

"Tell me about it."

Michelle wanted to scream. She couldn't be letting this happen. A teenager—a depressed teenager—was making her describe her masturbation over the phone. Her hand moved back and forth.

"I can feel the panties rubbing my skin. And my clit is hard. Every time I touch it..."

Michelle's brain finally caught up and let her understand what she was saying.

"What, Michelle? Tell me."

Addison's voice once again put Michelle's brain on hold. "Every time I touch it, I want more."

"God. You're going to make me cum. Hearing you say that is so cool. I'm rubbing my clit, Michelle. I feel it, too."

There was a long pause, with nothing but the sound of their breathing on the phone. Finally, Addison said, "Take off your panties."

Michelle put the phone down. She quickly pushed her panties down, lifted her legs, and pulled the underwear off. She tossed the panties onto the floor next to her.

"Are you naked?" Addison asked.

"Yes."

"Now play with your clit some more. Rub it harder until you think you're going to cum. But don't cum, Michelle."

Without the last command, Michelle wasn't sure she could follow these instructions. But the simple fact she wasn't going to cum almost made it alright. She'd play Addison's game a little longer.

Michelle masturbated silently, allowing her heavy breathing to send its own message to the teenager on the other end of the line.

"Think of me sitting in your chair naked. I'm holding my tit in one hand, the other hand between my legs playing with my clit. I have a leg hanging over the arm of the chair, Michelle. You can see every inch of my pussy."

The young voice seemed to Michelle to be shaking, or at least rough and unsure of itself. Michelle had the image Addison described in her mind. She was, in fact, looking between the teenager's legs.

Suddenly, she was on the verge of an orgasm.

"Oh God!" Michelle exclaimed. "I have to, I'm stopping, Addison. Oh my God."

"That's alright, Michelle," Addison said soothingly. "That's alright. Rest for a few seconds."

"No. Addison. We can't...," Michelle panted.

"Shhhh. Rest for a second."

Michelle lie spread-eagle on the couch, one hand holding the phone and the other covering her eyes. Tears tried to escape, but she composed herself, took several deep breaths, and tried to relax.

A moment later, Addison's voice was back. "You OK?"

"Yes."

"Now...tell me how wet you are."

"I can't, Addison. This has to stop."

"Why?"

"You're my patient and..."

"Bullshit. Why can't you touch your pussy and tell me how wet you are?"

The silence lasted fifteen seconds. "Because I'll cum."

Addison smiled without a sound. "Touch it, Michelle. Touch your pussy."

Michelle put a hand between her legs and spread the lips apart. She searched out her hole and immediately her finger was covered with juices.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"I'm very wet. My finger is soaked."

"Now put it in."

"No."

Addison heaved an audible sigh. "Put it in."

Michelle curved her fingers over the top of her pussy and let the tip of a single finger slide inside.

"All the way, Michelle."

The middle finger slid in until the knuckles wouldn't let it go any farther.

"Slide it in and out."

Michelle began to masturbate.

"That's my tongue, Michelle. My tongue is sliding in and out of your wet cunt. I can taste your sweetness. I can feel the inside of your pussy on the tip of my tongue."

Michelle was nearly frantic in her motions.

"Tell me what you want, Michelle?"

After a long delay, she said, "Lick me."

"Where? How?"

"Oh God, Addison. Stick your tongue in me and lick me. Lick my clit."

"Do you want me to suck on your clit, Michelle?"

"Yes. Yes! Please!"

"Touch it. Now."

Michelle's hand flew up to her clit and began to rub it frenetically. Any thought of NOT cumming had totally left her mind. She was now on the sole quest of releasing the pressure Addison' had built up in her. And it wouldn't take long.

Without further instruction from Addison, Michelle masturbated to the very edge.

"God! Addison! I'm...I'm...going to..."

Michelle let the phone fall to the couch beside her. With a series of loud moans, the psychiatrist started to cum. Mutual attention to her clit and nipples prolonged the climax and allowed new ones to start as soon as one was finished.

On the other end of the line, Addison listened to it all. Eventually, her own body succumbed and she came, unbeknownst to Michelle.

A couple minutes later Michelle was able to pick up the phone, two tears winding their way down her cheeks.

"Michelle, are you there?"

The psychiatrist felt an odd security in hearing the voice again.

"Yes."

"Wow! That was awesome! The best ever!"

Michelle would never, in a million years, let the teenager know how right she was.

"You should go now, Addison."

"Friends?"

"Friends."

###

Ten minutes before Addison was due to arrive, Michelle was in the ladies room, brushing her wavy brown hair and fixing her makeup. She could count on one hand the number of times she ever did that before, each time for a young man.

Michelle returned to her office and waited. When the knock on the door finally came and Michelle walked over to open it, a myriad of possibilities awaited her.

Addison had a wide smile on her face as she stepped in. Once Michelle closed the door, Addison kissed her cheek—a first for the doctor and patient. The cheerfulness of Addison's voice when they welcomed each other, and the beam on Addison's face, sent positive signals to Michelle that something was up.

"How have you been, Addison?"

"Great."

Addison wore a short, summery skirt that revealed plenty when Addison pulled her legs under her on the chair. She had a blouse on that was unbuttoned down to her cleavage.

Michelle opened her laptop.

"I have a new friend," Addison said with pride.

"Oh."

"Don't you want to know about him?"

Michelle looked across the room. "Him?"

"Yep. He's twenty. Goes to the same school I'm going to attend in the fall. Lives near me. He's kind of cool."

"You've gone out?" Michelle asked.

"Yep."

"Have you had sex with him?"

Addison studied the psychiatrist closely. Was that a look of contempt? Concern? "Of course not."

"Why not?"

"Because I have a new lover, too," Addison said.

This time Michelle stared at her carefully. Addison stared back. Neither blinked.

"Tell me about it," Michelle finally had to say.

"Well, since we can't be friends, due to some oath you took or something, then it seemed only appropriate that I label it what it really is."

Michelle tapped away on her laptop. "Do you think what we did constitutes love?"

"No. That was phone sex. Good phone sex, by the way. But the fact is, Michelle, you love me," Addison said. "And I think it's very, very cool."

The gleam in her gorgeous eyes would have pleased her doctor under any other circumstances.

"Have you ever really loved anyone, Addison?"

"I do now."

"You realize, don't you, that love involves a lot of give and take. Sometimes you have to tell the person you love what to do and sometimes that person has to tell you what to do. How do you feel about that?"

Addison extended one leg out from under her and let it hang over the front of the chair. The sandal on her foot hung precariously from her big toe and she gently swung it back and forth.

"I feel like you'll need to do a better job telling me what to do. I did all the talking on the phone and you just took orders. I think the next time I'd like you to be in control."


Addison's New Friend Ch. 02



"You look awesome in that bikini, Addison."

"Thanks." She looked over her shoulder to see Eric behind her. He had been a star athlete at her high school before getting a scholarship at the state university she was going to attend in the fall. He was probably twenty, two years older than her.

"Lots of guys at school are going to be very happy to see you," he said, grabbing a snack from the same bowl she had her hand in.

"Maybe it's the girls I want to impress."

Eric did not conceal his inspection of Addison's gorgeous body from the blonde hair to the bare feet. "Oh, that would be a shame."

She moved to the other end of the long table of food set up in the dining room of a friend who was having a swimming party for all the people from her high school who attended the local university. Eric followed her.

"So you don't think I'll have any trouble getting dates?" she asked.

"Addison, just walk to your first class and you'll have a full calendar."

"Maybe I'll run into YOU."

As soon as she said it, she let her hip bump into him. She glanced down at his swimming trunks and said, "Oh, sorry."

He watched her eyes move from his crotch back up to his face, a faint smile across her lips.

They were done eating, and Addison turned the corner of the dining room and started down the long hallway that led to the patio and pool.

Eric moved beside her at the first door they came to and knocked into her just enough to make her stagger into the doorway of an empty bedroom.

"Oh, sorry," he said almost sarcastically as his weight against her forced them past the door. He quickly flung it closed.

He hovered over her, his body pressing her back against the wall. He leaned forward and their mouths met. In the first instant of the kiss, Addison muttered her disapproval, but the kiss continued. Their tongues came together and the meaning of Addison's moans could not be discerned.

She pushed against him with her hands, but not nearly hard enough to force him back. Eric ignored her efforts, kissed her harder and ran his hands up and down the side of her body. They came to rest on the outside of her bikini top.

He felt the fullness of her breasts and squeezed them together. Eric's palms slid over so they were on her skin. He spread his fingers and engulfed her tits in his hands.

"Eric. No," Addison managed to say. Eric covered her mouth with his and continued massaging her tits.

Their bodies pressed harder together, and she felt his cock on her lower abdomen. Addison pounded her fists against his muscular upper arms.

Eric used his thumbs to pull aside her bikini straps. They fell down her arms to her elbows. Immediately, his mouth dropped to the top of her partially exposed breasts. He kissed her flesh and ran his tongue up the valley between her tits.

Addison was defenseless against the powerful young man. She was defenseless against his mouth moving lower and lower until, finally, his lips touched her nipple. He pulled the bikini completely off her left breast and surrounded the end of it with his mouth. He began to suck and lick on it vigorously.

"No! Stop!"

Eric grabbed her wrists. He moved her hands to his crotch and placed them directly on his erection. When he let go, Addison let the hands linger, her upper body writhing under the effects of his manipulation of her breast.

He bared both breasts and sucked on them. Addison felt his hands on her ass, and then inside the back of her bikini bottom.

Only when his hand moved to her pussy did she find the power to respond.

Addison pushed against him violently, grunted loudly, and flung a knee upward.

Her bikini was nearly back in place when she re-entered the hallway.

###

"Addison, the last time we met you said you were going to, in your own words, 'fuck every guy in town' this summer. How's that coming along?" the psychiatrist asked.

"I'm only about one third of the way there. But it's just the beginning of August. I have time."

Michelle looked at her eighteen year old patient and waited for more. Addison shrugged, frowned, and motioned with her hands as if to say 'What more do you want?'

"Why do you feel as if you HAVE to, uh, have sex with every guy in town?"

"Isn't that what somebody who looks like me is supposed to do?" Addison asked.

Michelle thought back to the very first time she saw Addison, almost a year earlier. The girl stunned Michelle with her incredible beauty. Blonde hair; green eyes; luscious lips; long legs; and, curves that would make an hourglass jealous.

Addison's problem was not superficial. Her problem was a depression that Michelle was trying to get to the root of. Along the way, patient and psychiatrist had discovered a lot about each other.

"Somebody who looks like you, Addison, should have their pick of partners."

The beautiful teenager stared at Michelle, looked out the office window for a moment, and then buried her head in her hands and began to cry. Lots of people cried during Michelle's sessions. It was part of the job. But Addison was not her normal patient. They had become very close, to say the least.

Michelle fought the urge to get up and comfort the teenager. She would let her shed the tears and then dig for an answer.

A series of loud sobs subsided to irregular outbursts and sniffles. And then Addison was back in control.

"Oh Michelle," Addison managed to say. "You know that's true. And I know that's true."

She paused to wipe away some tears. "So why?"

"Why what, Addison?"

Addison threw her head against the back of the overstuffed chair she occupied. She flung a leg across the chair's arm. She stared at the ceiling.

"Why am I so lonely?"

Michelle typed away on her laptop, looking up to watch Addison's movements.

"Lonely in what way?"

Between more sniffles, Addison said, "You think I should have a line of guys at my door. Everybody thinks that. Well, I don't!"

Michelle would let her go on by herself, no matter how long the wait.

"I've lied to you about anything having to do with my dating. I don't date guys. I don't...I don't want them to find out...find out that I...I..."

The girl broke down into wails again, her hands covering her eyes.

This time Michelle had to force the ending. When the crying quieted a bit, she asked, "Find out what, Addison?"

In a barely audible, broken voice, Addison said, "That I've never had real sex with anybody."

Michelle had expected worse. THIS she could deal with. In her ten years or so as a psychiatrist, dealing mostly with young people, this was not an uncommon situation. But an eighteen year old beauty like Addison was held to different standards, at least in most people's minds.

"What's so horrible about that, Addison? I think you're to be commended."

The statement calmed Addison enough for them to hold somewhat of a regular conversation again.

"Maybe. But I want, I mean, I don't want to be thirty and still waiting to have sex with a guy," Addison said.

Thirty five year old Michelle smiled to herself at the inference that thirty was old, bordering on dead.

"What DO you want?"

"I don't want the first guy to hurt me."

Michelle took notes. "What do you want?" she repeated.

Addison stared at her intently, angry that the psychiatrist with a PhD behind her name and making tons of money didn't understand.

"I want the first time to be...to be...good," Addison said.

"Do you realize that people that have been married for twenty years don't always have good sex, Addison?" Michelle asked.

"Well, I don't want some asshole I meet at a bar to fuck me like I'm a blow-up doll."

Michelle had always considered Addison to be a brilliant, and depressed, kid. Michelle's image of her wasn't changing today. But she DID wish the girl wouldn't throw around the profanity the way she did. Michelle put down her dislike for it as a sign of old age...just like Addison said.

"You want the first time to be like...what?"

Addison thought for a moment. "I want it to be controlled, and slow."

Control had often been the subject of their sessions. Addison clearly wanted to be in control of nearly all situations. But Michelle wasn't sure 'controlled' in this context meant quite the same thing.

"Explain that to me, Addison."

The teenager slumped in her chair, her normal sign of aversion to the process. Her shorts stretched tight against her body with one leg still hanging over the chair's arm. Her tank top fought to contain the full breasts that were not, as usual, restrained by a bra. She played with her blonde hair.

"I probably want an older guy the first time. Somebody who knows what he's doing. I want it to be regular, old-fashioned sex. Nothing kinky or weird."

She looked across at Michelle as if seeking her approval. She got it.

Michelle nodded. "It's good to have a vision, Addison. That way you can get out of a situation you don't want to be in."

"Exactly! You know me: always in control."

They both giggled, but Michelle realized it was important for Addison to recognize the tendency.

"So, how do you plan on going about this?" Michelle asked.

Addison shrugged. "I don't have a plan."

"That's fine. It'll happen in time. Don't force it."

Addison stared out the window again, wondering if there were things she couldn't control.

###

"Oh wow! This'll be great!"

"What, honey?"

Michelle turned in her chair at the kitchen table to face her husband, who was standing at the sink. She pointed to the screen of her laptop. "My brother is coming to town."

"How long has it been since we've seen him?" Tony asked.

"Five years. They're bringing Evan. He's two now. This will be great!"

"When?"

"The weekend of August twenty first," Michelle said. "Saturday night we're all meeting at Mom's for a cookout."

Tony surreptitiously cringed at the thought. Then he froze in place. A few seconds later, he asked, "August twenty second?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Michelle looked back at her husband when he didn't say anything else. "Why?"

He hesitated before saying, "That's the first home preseason game, hon. You know I...the guys from work are going like we always do. We've done this for years. You know that."

Michelle understood the situation immediately. This one wasn't going to be easy.

"Tony, once every five years I ask you to do a family thing. Just this once, please? Won't there be other games?"

The age-old line of reasoning had as little effect on Tony as it had on generations of men before him. She was asking him to give up one of the highest priority items of the year.

"There's going to be what, thirty people at your Mom's place that night? Do you think I'll be missed?"

"Yes. I'll miss you."

Michelle got out of her chair, knowing this might take some personal intervention on her part. She walked behind him and put her arms around his waist. "I want you to go. Please."

She could feel the tension in his body. His silence was deafening.

"I'll make it worth your while," she whispered.

"I'm not sure you could fulfill enough of my fantasies to make this worthwhile," he said. "Lining up all the naked cheerleaders at halftime for me to fuck may not be enough."

Michelle tried not to laugh, but then a thought crossed her mind. A face and a body became clearer. She stared out the little window above the sink. Maybe, just maybe.

###

"Addison, we were talking last time about your desire to make your first sexual experience a good one. I'd like to delve into that a little more if we can," Michelle said.

"What more is there to say?"

"If someone you trusted presented you with an opportunity to be with a thirty six year old man—a decent looking thirty six year old man—in a controlled setting with the prospect of having consensual sex, would you consider doing it?" Michelle asked.

Addison folded her legs under her and tucked her skirt between her thighs. She looked suspiciously at her psychiatrist. "Thirty six? I'm eighteen. You do the math."

"You, yourself, said you wanted an older man."

"I guess I was thinking more like, you know, twenty two," Addison replied.

Michelle smiled.

Addison added, "You know this guy?"

"Yes."

"Has he fucked you?"

"We've had sex," Michelle corrected her patient.

"Are you married to him?"

Michelle peered across the room at Addison. "I believe that will make it easier for all of us. Not harder."

Addison's face lit up. "You'd let your husband be the first guy to fuck me? God, Michelle. You must have really screwed up this time."

A nervous laugh escaped Michelle's throat before she stifled it. "That's not relevant."

"So, will you be there?"

"Do you want me there?"

Addison squirmed in her chair. "Christ. A threesome with my psychiatrist and her husband. What a life."

"Do you want me there?" Michelle repeated.

"Sure. Why not? Invite whoever you want. You know my requirements for the sex, though."

"I understand."

Addison looked away for a few seconds. "This could actually be kind of cool. Will he know what's up? Or do I have to seduce him?"

"What do you want to do?"

Addison studied the floor for a while, and then grinned. "I want to seduce him."

###

Michelle led Addison into the family room of her spacious home. The teenager, already in awe of the mansion during Michelle's tour, walked over to the mantel of the stone fireplace.

"Your husband's a cop?!"

"Yep."

Addison picked up the photo and studied it. She looked at another picture, leaning closer to get a view of Tony. She glanced at the framed photo in her hand again.

"Cool."

"Still want to do it?" Michelle asked.

"Sure, unless he turns and runs away."

Michelle looked at the gorgeous girl in her indecently short skirt and satiny blouse that, in the right light, was practically see-through. "I don't think he will."

"What does he know?"

"He knows I'm having a friend over. He's off-duty today, so he'll be back soon. I told him he'd like you."

Addison saw Michelle's smile. "Is he suspicious?"

"I doubt it. Just remember what we talked about: I'm leaving it up to you. Almost anything goes. I won't step in until I think you've crossed a line I don't want you to cross. But sex is the object. You lead and I'll follow."

"Cool."

When Tony walked in ten minutes later, Addison was sitting on a couch, her legs crossed and her arm stretched out across the top of the couch. His eyes immediately locked onto her, but it wasn't until she stood to greet him that he realized fully what she looked like. The collar of her blouse hung open, the first button not occurring until half way down her breasts. With it tucked into her skirt, the fullness of her breasts and the prominence of her nipples became clear.

They shook hands while Michelle took care of the introductions. She knew her husband and the steadiness of his gaze assured her he was interested. Of course, she would question the masculinity of any man not interested in Addison. And she smiled to herself when the teenager sat directly across from Tony, crossing her legs again, and placing her hand high on the outside of one of the legs just below her skirt.

Let the seduction begin, Michelle thought silently.

The discussion centered around Addison, of course: her impending first year at college; her high school experiences; and, her favorite music. Fortunately, Tony had enough dealings with young people in his line of work that he could keep up the conversation. They seemed to get along just fine, Michelle thought.

They soon moved out onto a multi-level deck that overlooked the pool. Michelle supplied the drinks and snacks. Tony and Addison sat next to each other at a round, glass table. Michelle caught her husband taking more than one quick glance at the opening in Addison's blouse during lulls in the conversation.

Addison kicked off her sandals and rested her crossed heels on the end of a chaise lounge. Tony never showed it, but his pulse was approaching the average rate during a high-speed chase. If her skirt raised another four inches...

"What's the scariest thing that ever happened to you at work, Tony?" Addison asked with sincere interest.

"A standoff we had with a bank robbery suspect last year," he said without hesitation. "He was in his house and when we first tried to go in the shots rang out. We retreated and called in SWAT. We were sure he was going to take himself out, and anybody else nearby. It took a couple hours to get him. Alive. But the problem for us came afterward when we found a woman in the house with him."

"What do you mean?" Addison said.

"There were no female officers with us."

"So?"

"In most cases like this, there's usually a concealed weapon. We prefer having a female officer search female suspects," he explained.

Addison looked at him for a few seconds. Then she flung her legs off the chaise lounge and stood next to Tony. "I'm a suspect after a stand-off like that. Show me how you search for a concealed weapon."

Tony gazed up at the young blonde and then over at Michelle. His wife shrugged and grinned at him. Tony pushed back his chair and stood up.

"Turn around; hands on the top of the table," he told Addison.

She bent over and laid her hands flat on the glass. She felt him push against her ass right before his hands started at her shoulders and quickly moved down her back. She assumed that he now knew she didn't have a bra on. His hands moved to her armpits and slid down to her waist.

"This is where having a female officer helps," he said.

"Pretend you're a female officer," Addison told him.

"A female officer would check between your breasts."

"Pretend you're a female officer," she reiterated.

He pressed harder against her ass as he reached around her body. He put a hand on the buttons of her blouse and pressed in until the material, and a couple of his fingers, touched her skin. He then slid his hand down the front of her blouse to her waist.

"Are you sure you want me to finish?" Tony said, backing away from her just a bit.

"Sure. I want to know what this is like."

Tony put a foot alongside one of Addison's, and applied pressure.

"Spread 'em."

Addison looked over at Michelle and smiled. Michelle grinned back, captivated by the teenager's game and her husband's expanding erection.

With her legs duly spread, Tony put his hands at the bottom of her skirt and reached up the thigh of one leg. Then he did the other leg.

When he backed away again, Michelle said, "Is that what a female officer would do, Tony? What if I've got a gun strapped between my legs, or stuffed inside my panties?"

"She'd check for that."

"Show me."

This required another look at Michelle by Tony.

"You better show her. She can be very persistent," she said with a straight face.

"I've noticed," Tony answered.

He put a hand at the top of her skirt, in the front. If he was going to be forced to do this, Tony decided right then that he was going to do it his way. Addison, even if she cared, wouldn't know the difference.

His hand slid down the front of the skirt and between her legs. The skirt was tight enough, and her legs spread wide enough, that he quickly couldn't feel her body except by directly touching her panties. So he did.

After a very quick swipe across her pussy—long enough, however, to confirm her wetness—he pulled out his hand. Then he put both hands on the top of her ass and ran them down over the cheeks, eventually reaching inside her skirt and following the bottom edge of the tiny panties around to her hips.

With his hands still positioned inside her skirt, Addison pushed her ass into Tony's crotch.

"I don't think there are any weapons between my legs," she said over her shoulder to him. "But there's one between yours."

"This is why we have female officers," he said.

Addison stood up and turned to face him. She moved closer. She put her palm on his crotch and pushed against his cock, rubbing it a couple times.




Addison's New Friend Ch. 02



"Teach me about strip searches now," she said. "Maybe Michelle would be glad to play the female officer if you refuse."

She rubbed him harder. Tony's cock strained against the inside of his shorts.

"I don't refuse," he said. "But she should act as a witness."

Michelle smiled her approval at him.

"Fine," Addison said.

"We do strip searches in a private room," he told her.

Addison wrapped her fingers around his near-total erection. "Do you have one?"

"We can find one."

The threesome caught their collective breaths as Tony led them inside, down the hallway, and into the master bedroom. All three had far different thoughts on their minds: Tony was sure Michelle had set it up and he was eager to play along; Michelle was happy for both of them; Addison was nervous.

All three were extremely horny.

Addison only had a few seconds to marvel at the size and splendor of the bedroom. She'd never been in a bedroom that could fit a divan along one wall, chairs in two corners, and a gigantic bed with a mirrored bookshelf headboard.

Then Tony said, "The officer would begin by asking you to remove your blouse."

As much as Addison liked to be in control, she was going to have no problem following these instructions. When, or if, she took back control would be determined later.

She began to unbutton her blouse, quickly opening it all the way. Tony never took his eyes off the space between her breasts. The youthful curves and perfect skin were obvious to him long before Addison began to slide the blouse down her arms.

Addison held it in her hand for an instant, and then let it drop at her side. Tony stared at Addison's chest. Addison and Michelle stared at Tony.

The nipples seemed to have a life of their own, expanding in front of Tony's eyes. The only thing harder was his cock.

"Now the skirt," he said.

Addison unzipped it on the side and slid it down her legs. She bent over to keep hold of it while stepping out, giving Tony his best look at her breasts as they hung down. He loved Michelle, but there was something special about eighteen year old breasts. 

Finally, he looked down at her panties. They wrapped around her pussy, hips and ass with a wonderful tension that left little to the imagination.

Tony stepped up to her and placed his hand between her legs. Addison spread her feet. He rubbed her pussy and pressed against her clit. She flinched and he moved his hands around to her ass, remaining outside her panties.

"In a true strip search," he said into her ear, "you'd be asked to remove the panties."

"I think we should be as realistic as possible," she replied.

"I'm going to break the rules and do it for you."

Tony bent down and pulled on her panties, watching as the beauty of her young pussy came into view. He had them off quickly and stood back up to admire her.

"Well? Aren't you going to search me?" Addison asked.

Tony put both hands on her breasts. A gentle massage was followed by a journey down her body, across her waist and hips, and onto her thighs. Just when Addison thought he was about to feel her pussy, he circled his hands around and gripped her ass tightly. Her body stiffened at his touch.

Then he came back around and slid one hand between her legs. He could feel the warmth flowing from her pussy. He could feel the moisture at the entrance to her cunt. He could feel the erection of her clit.

"To do this properly, you should be lying down," he said as he rolled the clit under a finger.

"It will take two people, right?" she asked.

Tony's eyes looked in Michelle's direction. She nodded.

"Two naked people," Addison emphasized.

Tony and Michelle began to strip as Addison lie on her back on the huge bed. Addison had already seen all of Michelle during their infamous vibrator session in her office. But Tony's well-toned, muscular body was new to her and she felt her pussy respond the closer he came to being naked.

When he pulled down his underwear and revealed the rigid cock she'd felt through his shorts, she couldn't help but stare. This was the man who was going to have her for the first time and he was more than adequate. She thought about the dildos, vibrators, and various objects she'd had before and wondered if they had prepared her for the real thing. She'd soon find out.

Michelle and Tony kissed before getting into the bed. Addison saw Michelle whisper something into his ear and Tony grinned as he slapped her bare ass. Then, they joined Addison.

Tony scrambled over the teenager to the other side. Tony and Michelle both began kissing her face, with Tony eventually winning the race to her mouth. While the kiss lingered on, Michelle moved down to Addison's breast. Tony's tongue worked the inside of Addison's mouth and Michelle's tongue worked the ultra sensitive nipple.

Soon, Tony was at her other breast and Addison felt shockwaves of pleasure gushing through her. She moaned in response to the double sucking and biting, her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second.

"Is it time for the final inspection?" Tony asked.

He and his wife looked up at Addison. She bit her lip and nodded her approval.

"You better use protection, honey," Michelle said softly.

Tony rolled over to a bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. A few seconds later, he was ready and Addison was watching him move between her legs.

His cock was huge, she thought. Her nerves were at the breaking point.

"Hold me," she said, reaching out both arms toward him.

Michelle thought about Addison's description of how she wanted the first time to be. The psychiatrist was fairly certain it would meet Addison's approval. She knew Tony, and it would be good.

Tony lowered himself to her and they kissed. He slid his cock over the area it would soon explore. He slowed when he thought he was over her clit, and rubbed himself back and forth on her as she moaned.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded.

"I want you to put it in when you're ready," he said.

"I'm ready."

Her hand moved between them and took hold of the long, hard shaft. She placed the tip at the entry to her cunt, and then she removed her hand and waited.

Michelle played with one of Addison's nipples as Tony pushed the head in. With only a small amount of pressure, he pushed forward. The head entered her farther and he felt her tight, young cunt wrap around the top portion of his cock.

Between her own juices and the lubricated condom, he had no trouble very slowly gliding into her. A momentary resistance from inside her body gave way to a clear path. Their bodies came together.

"Ohhhhhh God," Addison moaned. "So good. It feels so good."

Michelle smiled as she rolled the nipple between her fingers and watched the beautiful girl's face start to glow.

Tony lifted his ass and pulled the cock out until only the head was in. Then he entered her once more.

"Yes! You're so big, Tony. More. Please!"

He was hesitant to begin fucking her just yet, but if that's what she wanted, he'd comply. His thrusts were long, slow, and gentle.

"Wrap your legs around me, Addison," he told her.

She quickly obeyed and moaned even louder during his plunges into her. Addison rolled her head to face Michelle, who leaned down and kissed the girl passionately. Tony's excitement from watching them caused him to increase the pace. Addison reacted by digging her heels into his ass.

Addison said, "Please, Tony. Harder! Harder!"

Addison didn't know what a cock would feel like inside her the first time. She expected pain. She expected the guy to not care about her or listen to her. Despite her nervousness, this was proving to be an experience she hoped never ended. His cock felt wonderful. Tony was wonderful to her and doing everything she asked.

Like fucking her harder.

The cock drove into her deeper and faster. Addison's breasts rolled on her chest as her body accepted the pounding. Her need to cum began to reach a critical state.

"Michelle, he's amazing!" Addison sighed.

"Just enjoy it. Let it happen naturally," Michelle told her, gripping her breast again and squeezing it.

Tony rode her for another few minutes, the sound and smell of their sex getting stronger.

"I'm close," Tony warned. "I'm close."

Addison looked up at him, unsure what to do. She tightened her legs around him and tried to do the same with her cunt. It must have worked.

"God, yes. Almost there! Yes!" he said loudly.

He put his hands under Addison's ass and lifted her up to him. His cock slid in and out even faster.

"Yes! Now! Oh fuck, Addison!"

Tony started to cum with thunderous grunts and groans, each thrust of his cock producing another load of cum inside the condom. Addison felt the throbbing cock unload, still rubbing against every sensitive inch of her cunt. He practically drove her into the mattress with the force of his thrusts, but she wasn't complaining.

Then Addison couldn't hold back any longer. Her first orgasm caused by a real, live cock burst from inside her body and rippled through her pussy. She threw her arms around Tony's neck and hung on while she shuddered with joy for the next sixty seconds.

Her cries and pleas for more allowed even the totally spent Tony to fill her cunt long enough for her orgasm to finish.

Afterward, they lay together on the bed, rolling from side to side with Tony still inside her. Michelle hugged them both and kissed whoever, and whatever, she had access to.

Soon, Tony was sliding off the bed. Both women watched his nice ass walk into the master bedroom.

"That was incredible, Michelle. Thank you so much...for sharing," Addison said.

"Was it what you expected; what you wanted it to be?"

"And then some. But I know I'll need more practice to get it right."

They were still kissing when Tony came out to join them. 



Addison's New Friend Ch. 03



"So, how did your session with Michelle go yesterday, hon?"

Addison's father had never shown much interest in her trips to the psychiatrist, so the eighteen year old girl was surprised, and pleased, by his question.

Addison walked over to the kitchen counter. "Fine."

She reached high into the top cupboard. Her tank top raised up enough to reveal the bottom half of her thong-clad ass. Mike, her father, found himself unable to take his eyes off the perfect cheeks.

"Uh, what did you talk about?" he asked.

Addison lingered in the cupboard, slowly dropping from her toes back onto her heels, allowing the tank top to return to its normal mid-thigh length. She saw his reflection in the window and his eyes were back on his breakfast.

"She said I flirt too much."

"Is it true?"

"Everything she tells me is true. She's a frickin' genius."

She returned to the table, leaning over to grab the milk. Mike looked up to find a pair of perfect breasts inches from his face, desperately trying to free themselves from her top. Eventually, Addison settled down into her chair and began to eat.

"She also said I need to limit the number of friendships I have and strengthen the relationships I already have, whatever that means," she said between bites.

"It's good advice for anybody," Mike said nonchalantly.

He looked up just in time to see a trickle of milk cross over her chin and down her neck. Addison made no effort to stop it. The milk, and Mike's eyes, continued down the top of her chest. He looked up at her face. Addison looked back, no sign of any emotion. When Mike looked down again, the milk had entered the chasm under her top and between her breasts. It disappeared leaving a trail clear up to her mouth.

Addison smiled.

"You should pay more attention to Michelle," Mike said.

###

"How has your father reacted to your Mom's sudden death?" Michelle asked her young patient.

"He seems fine. A little sad, I guess. But he's talking to me, which is more than he ever did before," Addison said.

"I'm sure he's lonely."

"I think so," Addison said. "What should I do?"

"Well, here's an opportunity to strengthen an existing relationship," Michelle replied, trying to have it all make sense to Addison. "It would help both of you. You need loftier goals in your life and he needs you right now."

"What if he doesn't want me bugging him?"

"I think at eighteen you're old enough to recognize when, or if, that happens," Michelle said. "Pay more attention to him and see how he responds. What harm can it do?"

"He could ignore me and I won't have a single family member left to talk to."

Michelle sighed. "Don't be so negative, Addison. Maybe he's been trying to reach out to you all this time and he didn't feel comfortable doing it with your Mom around. Give it a try."

Addison rolled a strand of long, blonde hair around her finger, seemingly deep in thought. "Maybe you should be there to help things along."

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked, tapping away on her laptop.

"Maybe you should come over one day and the three of us can talk, and stuff. That way you'd know how he feels, or what he's thinking, or whatever it is psychiatrists do besides make money."

"We help people like you defeat depression," Michelle said. "And I'm willing to do anything to get that done. When do you want me there?"

###

"I thought Michelle was married?" Mike asked his daughter.

"She is," Addison said.

"Then why do you want to invite her over?"

"Because I like her, and I thought it would be fun," Addison said, plopping down on the family room couch next to him. "Relax, Dad. She won't molest you."

Mike looked quizzically at Addison. "I'm not saying I wouldn't want Michelle to molest me. She's a nice looking woman. But I never know what's going on in that little head of yours."

"Funny; she doesn't either," Addison said.

She leaned closer to her father and the loose fitting—and much too short—shorts crept up her silky thighs. Her diminutive shirt was insecurely held together by three buttons in the middle. Their shoulders touched, but neither took their eyes off the TV.

"Do you suppose having sex with a therapist would be boring? Or do you think she goes home and becomes some type of a sex demon?" Addison asked.

"I'm sure I wouldn't know," Mike said.

Addison knew, but she certainly wasn't going to tell her father about the threesome she had with Michelle and her husband. The fact Michelle's husband was the first man she ever had intercourse with would go unannounced, for now.

Instead, she turned slightly towards her father and flung her leg across his lap. He looked down at the long leg and the hint of her ass peeking out from under her shorts. Then he gazed up at his daughter.

"I'm guessing she lets loose," Addison said in a soft voice. "I bet she represses her real personality at work and gets wild at home. I bet she's all over her husband from the moment she walks in the door. And he is more than willing to keep her satisfied."

Addison took hold of Mike's hand and placed it on the back of her thigh. He would only have to move it up an inch or two to feel the beginning of her soft cheeks.

"If you're so interested in their private life, maybe you should have invited both of them over," Mike said to her sarcastically.

But he didn't remove his hand from her soft, warm skin.

"Maybe next time," she said, inching her leg across his lap, forcing his hand higher. His fingers were at the edge of her shorts. "I'm still thinking about Michelle. She IS very cute and I bet even some of the teenage guys she has sessions with would like to have her, despite her age."

Mike's look hardened. "Despite her age? She's what? Thirty five? I'll trade her ages if she wants."

"Oh Dad. That's only five years younger than you. I consider you guys to be about the same."

"Yeah. Old," Mike said.

"Anyway, I think Michelle is really a lot of fun and maybe even a sex fiend."

Addison put her hand back on her father's and pressed it harder against her skin. With a little pressure upward, the hands moved under her shorts.

"Can't you picture her sitting in her husband's lap, nothing on but a pair of tiny panties, his hand on her ass?"

Once again, Addison removed her hand only to have her father keep his in place, his fingers now lightly touching her ass.

"They kiss and Michelle moves forward so her body is closer to his crotch."

Addison's leg shifted higher in Mike's lap, his hand still inside her shorts. She couldn't feel his cock yet, but it wouldn't take much more to get there.

"Her breasts are touching his bare chest now and he can feel her nipples against his skin."

"Addison."

Addison unbuttoned the highest of the three buttons on her shirt.

"He reaches up and touches her breast; first, around the edges and then onto her nipple."

Addison looked at her father, who finally removed his hand from her ass.

"Do it, Dad. Touch me just like that."

"No, Addison. I can't."

Addison's leg moved until she felt his cock. She took his hand again and placed it at the entrance to her shirt.

"No," he repeated.

"Touch me. Feel my nipple, just like Michelle's husband would feel hers. I want to know what it's like."

Mike's fingers extended inside the shirt, onto the top of Addison's breast. He flattened his hand and inched it lower, looking into her eyes with a tiny bit of desperation.

Addison recognized it and placed her hand on his crotch. Under her palm was the start of an erection. She wouldn't do any more until he responded. He responded by moving his hand lower on her breast.

With one hand still on top of his shorts, Addison used her other hand to undo one more button on her shirt. Mike's hand now had a free route to her nipple and his eyes had a nearly unobstructed view of the whole thing.

Addison's expression served the same purpose as a verbal request. Mike let his fingers touch her nipple. Addison pressed harder on his cock. When her father squeezed the nipple, she wrapped her fingers around him.

"OK. I think that's enough," Mike said.

Addison tugged on his zipper in reply. It easily opened to reveal his boxers. Addison's hand slid onto the top of the light fabric, searching out his shaft.

"Squeeze me harder, Dad. Pinch my nipple so I can feel it all the way down."

At first he rolled the nipple with his palm. But, eventually, his fingers were back around it and he squeezed it like she asked him to. Addison's hand began a steady motion up and down his erection, which was now reaching full intensity.

"Open my shirt, Dad."

Her face was so close to his they were almost touching. He could feel her breath when she spoke. Her body was practically on top of him. Her hair brushed against him when she moved.

Mike opened the last button. Addison enclosed her fingers around his cock and stroked it faster, still using the material of his boxers as a buffer. They fast approached the point where turning back was not an option. Or, if it didn't happen now, it would at some point in the near future.

"Take my breast in your hand, Daddy. Hold it. Massage it, please."

Mike's large hand engulfed the beautiful blonde's breast and manipulated it with passion. He was not rough, but the signs of desire were evident to Addison. She closed her eyes and continued to stroke him.

When Mike squeezed her nipple again, Addison moaned. She felt the reaction in his cock. She flattened her hand on it and rubbed frantically. Mike groaned his approval and rested his head on the top of the cushion. His hand mechanically rubbed her breast and they moved toward the now-inevitable climax.

"Ohhhhh, that feels so good, Dad. Don't stop."

Those were his thoughts exactly as his cock strained to release itself from his boxers. But Addison seemed to have no desire to pull it out; only to have it release its contents on the inside. That, too, was fine with Mike.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she said softly into his ear. "Just like Michelle's husband does for her. Cum hard."

She felt his body become tense. His leg muscles contracted under her bare thigh. His cock throbbed in her hand.

He never lost touch with her breast as his orgasm approached. He pulled on her nipple the hardest he had the entire time as his cock began to fill with semen.

"Addison! Addison, no! No!"

His words were moans rather than demands. Addison rubbed the length of his cock a little faster.

"That's it," she whispered.

"Oh fuck!" Mike cried out as the first blast of cum shot from the end of his cock.

He arched his back and pushed his crotch up into his daughter's hand. Each new shot of cum caused him to push harder. He raised and lowered his body as if a woman was riding him, and Addison simply applied more pressure. She felt the moisture expand on his boxers and she saw the dark spot grow.

Mike came half a dozen times, each accompanied by a louder grunt. By the end, he was gripping Addison's tit with enough force to almost cause her pain.

Then he let go and his body collapsed onto the couch.

###

"This is a beautiful home. Do you plan on staying in it?" Michelle asked Addison and Mike.

"We might," Mike replied. "It's going to be hard to continue the payments with Addison starting college. We're still working on scholarships for her, though. That would help."

Michelle smiled. "She's very bright. I hope she gets them."

Mike looked across the patio at the psychiatrist. She WAS a very pretty woman, as Addison had suggested. Not quite the Playboy quality blonde that Addison was, he thought to himself, but very pretty in her own way. Michelle's wavy brown hair looked professionally styled; much like his wife's used to look. In the late evening sunlight, her unblemished skin glowed.

She wore a sleeveless top and expensive looking jeans, both of which hugged her body to perfection.

'Too bad she's married,' Mike thought, vowing never to let Addison know how he felt.

Michelle, Addison and Mike ate leisurely and chatted, mostly about Addison. It was the happiest Mike had seen Addison in a long time, and he began to appreciate the fact Michelle and his daughter could have such a good relationship. Anything that brought them closer to a cure for her depression was OK with him.

When the time came for them to move the party inside the house, Addison said she was going to her room for a minute, and then the bathroom. Michelle took the opportunity to ask Mike, "How have you and Addison been getting along?"

Mike immediately thought back to the other evening on the couch. He wouldn't mention that. Instead he answered, "Fine. I think fate alone has brought us closer. We'll see how it goes."

"I think she really likes you," Michelle said, standing by a large window overlooking the woods.

"Oh, I hope so."

"Does she date anybody that you know of?" Michelle asked. This was her first attempt to judge the accuracy of what Addison was saying during the sessions.

"Not anybody steady," Mike said, taking a seat in his favorite large chair. "I think she needs somebody, don't you?"

"We've talked about that," Michelle acknowledged. "I personally thinks she needs somebody mature enough to handle her."

"In what way?"

"She's very mature...sexually," Michelle said.

Mike looked at her, thinking once more of Addison's long leg across his lap, the full ass, and the plentiful breasts under her open shirt.

"Some girls her age make their fathers the first target," Michelle added.

"Is that a bad thing?" Mike asked, just as Addison turned the corner.

"Is WHAT a bad thing?" Addison said, walking over to Michelle.

Neither of the adults wanted to be the first to speak. Michelle finally said, "Feeling close to your father. You don't have an issue with that, do you Addison?"

"Absolutely not," she said with a huge grin. "I think a father and daughter should be able to share the same emotions as any other two people."

Addison stopped right in front of Michelle, who put her arms around the girl from behind. Michelle's hands joined just under Addison's breasts. The t-shirt Addison wore pulled up to reveal a strip of bare skin above her jeans.

"Maybe even more. I've always felt a parent and child need to be more expressive with each other than most married couples," Michelle said, looking across at Mike.

"Then it's OK if we fight, too?" Addison asked.

Michelle laughed. "Yes. But within reason. Nothing physical, please."

"How about physical in a good sense?" Addison wanted to know.

Mike looked at her intently, and then up at Michelle, who seemed to be watching his response very closely. "Tell me what you mean by 'in a good sense', Addison?"

Addison looked straight into her father's eyes. "Is it natural for a father and daughter to have sexual feelings toward each other?"

Michelle didn't hesitate. "It's very natural. It's been going on as long as there have been parents and children."

"And is it OK for those feelings to be acted upon?" Addison asked.

This time Michelle paused. She said, "Not only is it OK, I recommend it."

"Why?" Mike asked.

"Because stifling ANY natural reaction is bad, as long as no harm comes from it."

The tension during the silence that followed could be cut with a knife. Michelle moved her hands a little higher until they touched the bottom of Addison's breasts. It felt to her as if the teenager wasn't wearing a bra. The protruding nipples soon confirmed it.

"How do you know if it's harmful?" Mike asked.

"That's easy," Michelle replied. "When somebody gets hurt by it, either physically or psychologically, it's harmful. I have found, in most cases, it does more good than harm."

Another period of silence was broken by Michelle. "Do you find your daughter attractive, Mike?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you ever think about her in sexual terms?"

Mike grimaced and appeared ready never to respond to that.

"OK, that's an unfair question," Michelle said. "Do you ever think about her either naked or partially naked?"

Mike squirmed in the chair. "Sometimes, but I mean..."

"Does it arouse you?" Michelle continued.

Mike looked fully prepared to end the conversation, so Michelle slid one hand inside Addison's shirt.

"Addison is a beautiful young woman with a beautiful body. I'm simply trying to make the point that it is quite natural for any man to find her arousing," Michelle said.

Her hand was on Addison' breast, massaging it gently. Michelle used her other hand to pull up the shirt so Mike could watch. Michelle's hand completely covered the newly exposed breast. Slowly, she pulled the hand off and used it to help raise the shirt so that both breasts were unveiled.

Addison stood with a nervous grin on her face, knowing what must be happening between her father's legs. Her own pussy dampened at the thought of it.

"When was the last time you saw Addison naked?"

Mike discounted the evening on the couch. He thought for an instant. "She was very little, I suppose."

"She's a woman now, Mike. Her body and her mind have grown up. You need to be aware of that and not be afraid of it," Michelle said, moving a hand back onto Addison's breast.

She played with the nipple until it hardened considerably before moving to the other one. She did this for almost a minute, and then pulled the t-shirt over Addison's head. Addison stood topless, her magnificent chest, flat abs, and tiny waist all captured by Mike's roving eyes.

"Now, any good relationship between people is a two-way street," Michelle said. "Each party has to know how the other one feels. If Addison is going to offer her body to you like this, Mike, she needs psychological reinforcement. She needs to know how you feel; whether or not you're aroused by her."

All three of them understood the experiment could end at any time, with dire consequences. Mike held the key. His next move would mean everything.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Addison and Michelle watched as Mike unhurriedly separated the pants and reached inside his shorts. His hand lingered for several seconds, and then reappeared to push down the underwear. Mike's semi-erect cock was exposed.

"Good," Michelle said. "Now you two are on equal footing. The rest should be easy."

She whispered into Addison's ear so only she could hear: "Should I go on?"

Addison nodded.

Michelle unbuttoned the top of Addison's pants. When the zipper was all the way down, a tiny patch of pink fabric could be seen. Very slowly, Michelle began to pull the jeans down. The bikini style panties hung low on Addison's hips, barely hiding her pussy. Michelle removed the jeans and tossed them aside.

Mike took his cock in his hand and stroked it a couple times before letting it settle back onto his body. Soon, it would be hard enough to stand upright.

Michelle ran her hand across the front of Addison's panties. The silky fabric gave way, sliding up and down with Michelle's movements and falling into the open spaces between Addison's legs. Michelle pressed harder.

"Ahhhhh," Addison moaned. "Yes."

Michelle found her clit and rubbed it with the panties. Mike watched every move. Addison closed her eyes and pressed her ass against the front of Michelle's body.

"Touch me, Michelle. Inside. Touch me, please."

Michelle moved her hand inside the panties and gathered juices on her fingers from the entrance to Addison's hole. Then she found the clit again and began to rub it. Addison's moans became louder. Mike became fully erect.

"Take off your panties, Addison. We want to see you naked."

Addison eagerly complied and Mike stroked himself as she bent over, revealing the full beauty of her breasts and the erotic curve of her ass. Once she was nude, she stood facing her father.

"Turn around," Michelle told her.

Mike looked at the wonderful ass he had barely got to touch the other night. His cock throbbed with approval, the head turning a bright pink. Addison turned in time to see him masturbating with a little more intensity.




Addison's New Friend Ch. 03



"Do you enjoy watching him, Addison?" Michelle inquired.

"Hell yeah! But I want to make him happy."

"And you? Don't you need something, too?"

"Yeah, but...I mean he comes first, and...," Addison stuttered.

"No. You are two people. Both of you need to be happy. There's no reason it can't be at the same time," Michelle stated firmly.

Addison took the few steps it required to get to her father's chair. His cock looked even more impressive when she hovered over him. Their eyes met and the mutual desire was obvious.

Addison bent down and pulled off his pants and underwear. When she looked back up at him, the beauty of his erection and the large balls hanging between his legs struck her for the first time. That's when she was convinced she would go through with it.

She climbed onto the chair, straddling her father's legs. Behind her, Mike saw Michelle sit on the couch.

Addison moved close enough that she and her father could kiss. It was a non-sensual meeting of lips at first, but Addison's tongue entered Mike's mouth and the passion began. Mike wrapped his arms around her and she was pulled to him until her pussy was pressed hard against his cock.

Mike's hands slid through his daughter's fine, golden hair. He held her head and probed her mouth with his tongue.

He put his hand between them and found her tits. Addison backed away just enough to give him access. He held each one tightly, feeling the fullness before concentrating on her sensitive nipples.

After a minute or so, Addison leaned up and put a nipple near his mouth. Only a moment's hesitation followed. Then Mike spread his lips and accepted it. He licked for a few seconds, and then sucked on as much of her tit as he could take in his mouth.

Addison held it for him and willingly let her father drive her nearly insane with his talented tongue play. Between her legs, Addison could feel his cock and she knew she wanted him inside her.

When she couldn't take it any longer, Addison lifted herself up and used her hand to place Mike's cock at the entrance to her cunt. He held her by the ass and watched her lovely body begin to lower itself onto his shaft. It only took a second or two, followed by the most intense pleasure either of them had ever felt...simply being part of each other in this sexual way.

Addison leaned down and kissed her father. The real sex had not yet begun. They just held each other and kissed and felt the love for each other. Soon, Addison looked into her father's eyes and deliberately squeezed her pussy together around his cock.

Mike's mouth opened. At first there was no sound, but then a moan came from deep inside him.

"Oh God, Addison," he said so softly she almost didn't hear him.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

Only then did he begin to move his cock in and out of her cunt. Addison quickly matched the motion. Mike held her by the waist, watching her breasts bounce freely. Her pussy flowed with juices and the stiff cock had no trouble entering her as far as it wanted.

"It's OK to cum in me. It's safe, and I want you to," she said in his ear.

Mike nodded, adding one more thing to the list he had to talk to her about afterwards. Behind them, and unnoticed, Michelle quietly slid her hand inside her jeans, ready for the real action to begin.

The rhythm of the father and daughter fucking settled into a steady pace. The delight of simply having sex caused both of them to delay their need to cum. They would have been happy staying there all night and feeling Mike's thick cock slide in and out of the teenager's tight cunt.

Addison leaned forward and then back, changing the angle and creating new sensations for both of them. Their moans quickened and got louder as the delight turned into desire and, ultimately, the need to cum.

Addison put a hand on either side of her father's head on the back of the chair. She leaned forward. Mike took a breast in his mouth and Addison used the new-found leverage to increase the speed of her bounces on his cock. He had a firm grip on her ass, molding the tender flesh in his hands.

"Oh God, yes! Keep fucking me! I'm...almost...there!" Addison moaned.

Mike wasn't planning on going anywhere and he wasn't going to take her tit out of his mouth to answer her. He just fucked her harder, with thrusts that slapped against her thighs each time he reinserted his cock into her. She began to whimper with each thrust, getting closer and closer to her orgasm.

But it was Mike who erupted first. He slammed his head against the back of the chair and cried out, "Yes! Yessssss! Addison!"

He threw his body upward into his daughter and felt the first long, hot stream of cum explode out of his cock. Another groan and another blast of cum; one after the other with Addison continuing to squeeze his cock with her cunt.

Mike felt her body begin to shake and with almost imperceptible moans, she too began to cum. Only the quivering of her body on his cock signaled to him that she was having an orgasm. He attributed her self-control, vocally, to the fact Michelle was there. 

And on the couch, Michelle herself was finishing a long, hard orgasm with constant rubbing of her clit. Through it all, nobody had noticed...but her.

Father and daughter slowly came down from their orgasms closely holding each other, Mike still inside Addison. She occasionally tightened her hold on his cock and he moaned, leaking another couple drops of cum inside her cunt.

"Oh my God, Dad. I've never cum like that. You're wonderful."

"I hope I didn't hurt you, hon," he said.

"Hurt me? Are you fucking kidding me? Can you hurt me some more later?"

Michelle was fastening her clothes back together when Addison finally lifted herself off Mike. Despite disheveled hair and a little stream of cum down the inside of her thigh, Addison was just as beautiful as ever.

"And nobody got hurt," Mike said to Michelle.

"You'll learn to trust me someday."



Addison's New Friend



Michelle used all the restraint she had to keep from contorting her face. If it wasn't for the fact Addison was giving her so much good insight into her thought processes, she would have been outraged.

"There's not going to be a next time, Addison."

"You came, didn't you? You came long and hard and loud. You couldn't stop yourself, Michelle. You were thinking about me naked in bed, my hand on my pussy, my finger in my cunt. You were thinking about my tits and my nipples."

Michelle took in a deep breath, her heart beginning to race and her pussy beginning to ache. She looked across at Addison, who had her hand in the opening of her shirt. Her fingers were hidden, but they had to be resting on the top of her breast.

"Did it make you feel good that you did that?"

"Yes. I was happy for you. I can't complain about my own orgasm. It was fantastic. But, hearing you practically scream when you started to cum..."

Addison's other hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She never got to her pussy, but the skirt was now inches from revealing it to Michelle.

"Could you have done the same thing with a man?"

"Sure. No problem."

"But a man would more likely want to give the orders."

"That's fine."

"Addison, it's important that you understand the significance of your willingness to do that. It's a huge step in the right direction."

The teenager grinned. "You've helped me a lot, Michelle. And I brought a gift to show how much I appreciate it."

She reached down for her bag and pulled it up to her lap.

"Addison, it's not appropriate for you to bring me gifts," Michelle said.

When Addison withdrew her hand from the bag, she was holding a rectangular box nearly a foot long, wrapped in colorful paper. She rose from the chair and walked across to Michelle, proudly stretching out her arm to present the gift.

Michelle looked up at the beautiful girl, her eyes pleading with Addison not to make her take it. At first glance, Michelle imagined that the box contained a watch or necklace or some other jewelry. It was wrong, whatever it was.

"Please," Addison begged.

Michelle took the gift. It was heavier than she expected. She looked at it; she looked at Addison; and then she looked at the box again. She began to open it.

With the paper removed, the plain box gave no indication of the contents. Michelle grudgingly lifted the lid.

Addison had surprised her many times during their sessions. Certainly, the phone call and subsequent events surprised Michelle. She was always expecting the unexpected from Addison. Still, the shock on her face when she opened the gift was unmistakable.

Addison looked down nervously at Michelle. The psychiatrist's mouth was open, but nothing came out. She put the lid back on.

"Take it out, Michelle. Please."

Michelle didn't dare look up at her. The haunting eyes would have made her take it out. But even with that self-discipline, Michelle found herself lifting the lid once more. She reached inside the box.

The vibrator Michelle held was the most realistic-looking fake erection she'd ever seen. It put her husband to shame and every man she'd ever had before him. It was ridged, with veins, and a tantalizing curve. Michelle could never imagine the entire thing fitting inside her body.

Finally, she looked up at Addison.

"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" the girl said gleefully.

"Why did you do it, Addison?"

"Because I wanted to thank you."

"There were so many other ways you could have thanked me. Why this?"

"I want to make you happy."

Hidden under all the anger, Michelle thought she was beginning to see a 'normal' young woman. It would take many more sessions to pinpoint trouble spots. But for now, Michelle faced a more immediate challenge.

"It's good to make people happy, Addison. Thank you," Michelle said.

"I'd like you to try it, Michelle."

She looked up at Addison. "Maybe later. Right now I think we..."

Addison unbuttoned the top of her blouse. The already plunging neckline showed even more skin. And then another button was undone. It became obvious to Michelle that Addison did not have a bra on. The insides of her breasts were visible and nothing but flesh could be seen.

"I think we need to try it," Addison said as she worked her hands down her shirt until the last button was open. Then she reached down and took the box out of Michelle's lap. As she bent over, Michelle had a nearly-full view of the generous breasts inside the shirt.

Addison's eyes inspected the knit top Michelle wore, and the solid blue dress pants below that. Sometimes the psychiatrist's conservative office attire disappointed her.

"Not here. Not now," Michelle said.

Addison moved forward until her legs were straddling Michelle's. The girl's loose skirt allowed plenty of movement and Addison sat on Michelle's knees, directly facing her. Slowly, she slid up the top of Michelle's legs until her chest was just inches from Michelle's face.

"Yes. Now," Addison said.

She put her hands on the opened sections of her blouse and pulled them apart so her nipples were exposed, but not the entirety of her breasts. Michelle stared; her heart pounded.

"Have you ever dreamed of these tits, Michelle? Were you thinking about them when you came on the couch?"

She did not answer.

"Were you?" Addison demanded.

Michelle nodded.

"Lick them."

Michelle shook her head.

Addison pulled the shirt completely open. With the tits fully exposed, she leaned forward and placed a nipple on Michelle's lips.

"Lick it."

Michelle's tongue slithered out and wiped across the nipple. And then again.

"Suck on it, Michelle."

The lips opened and the nipple was enveloped by the soft skin. Michelle ran her tongue over it.

"My whole tit. Suck on my tit, Michelle."

Addison leaned forward a little more and practically forced the breast inside her psychiatrist's mouth. Michelle accepted it and licked and sucked on it as instructed. Both women felt the reaction between their legs.

After a few seconds, Addison reached down and pulled up Michelle's top. Michelle had to back away from the breast in order to let Addison complete her task. Once the top was tossed aside, Addison calmly removed her own blouse.

The splendor of the teenager's chest, close-up, finally hit Michelle. The tits were perfectly shaped, with an alluring upward turn that Michelle found irresistible. She gripped the vibrator just a little bit tighter.

Addison reached behind Michelle to unclip her bra. Addison's bare breast rubbed the side of Michelle's face as the girl unhooked, and then slid off, the bra. When finished, Addison sat upright on Michelle's legs and stared at the woman's breasts. They were more than adequate.

"They're just like I imagined them over the phone," Addison said softly. She looked Michelle in the eyes. "Turn on the vibrator, Michelle."

"I don't believe this is the time or place," Michelle said firmly.

"It wasn't the time or place for you to suck on my tits either. But you did. Now turn it on."

A flick of the plastic base of the vibrator started a dim humming sound.

"Put it between your tits, just like your husband does with his cock."

Michelle turned the vibrator so it curved upwards like a real penis and slid it in her cleavage. The strength of the tremors on her skin was greater than she anticipated. After a few seconds, Addison put her hand on top of Michelle's and guided the vibrator up over the top of Michelle's breast. Her entire breast quivered.

Then Addison was aiming it for the nipple. Michelle offered resistance. Addison kept up the pressure and the vibrator finally made contact with the erect nub.

Michelle gasped out loud. Addison smiled and held the toy in place, pushing it harder against Michelle's skin. She moved the toy back and forth across the nipple, using less and less force each time until Michelle was essentially controlling the vibrator on her own.

Addison heard Michelle's quickened breathing.

"Just think how wonderful that would feel against your clit. Then imagine it deep inside your pussy, pleasing you like no man ever could," Addison murmured.

She moved Michelle's hand to the opposite nipple and let the psychiatrist move the vibrator across it.

"We're going to try something different today, Michelle," Addison said softly. "We're going to see how well I take orders. You say a man would give me orders and you don't think I'd like that. Well, lets find out. You're going to give me orders and we'll see if I can follow them."

Michelle found Addison's voice to be uncharacteristically lacking in sarcasm or antagonism. She sounded like she did over the phone.

"Now, back to your new toy, Michelle. Wouldn't that feel wonderful between your legs?"

Michelle didn't reply.

"Tell me that you want me to watch you put the vibrator on your pussy."

When Michelle didn't respond, Addison took the vibrator from her hand and held it firmly against Michelle's most erect nipple. She pushed down and scraped it across the nipple. Waves of excitement surged through Michelle's body and she moaned.

"Tell me," Addison said

"OK."

"OK, what?"

"I want you to watch," Michelle sighed with her eyes tightly closed.

"Watch what?"

"I want you to watch me masturbate, Addison."

Addison smiled and handed the vibrator back to Michelle. The teenager stood up and moved inside Michelle's legs. She kneeled down and opened the top of her pants. The zipper slid down and Addison began to pull the pants off.

Michelle slouched in the chair and lifted her ass enough for Addison to remove the pants and toss them aside. The buzz of the vibrator maintained its steady pace.

"What next?" Addison asked.

"Take off my panties, Addison."

The girl could already smell Michelle's lust and saw the spot on the front of the panties as she pulled them down. Addison gazed at Michelle's precision shaved pussy the entire time, anxious for what would come next.

"See. I can follow orders perfectly fine. Nobody got hurt."

Addison leaned back and took a good look up and down Michelle's naked body. She was a truly beautiful woman in her own right, if not the prospective Playboy model that Addison was.

"You're very pretty, Michelle."

The words surprised the psychiatrist. They were tender and apparently heartfelt.

Addison said, "Time for me to be in charge again."

She moved up and lightly licked one of Michelle's nipples. A few seconds later she had the end of the tit in her mouth and she was sucking on it with much vigor. Michelle moaned loudly, the same moan Addison heard over the phone. Addison bit the nipple gently and got a louder response.

Addison shifted positions until her face was next to Michelle's ear.

"I want you to cum for me, Michelle. Right here. Right now."

There was no reply.

"Put the vibrator between your legs," Addison whispered.

Michelle's hand moved between their bodies and settled into place.

"Touch your clit with it."

Michelle maneuvered the best she could and finally made contact. Addison heard the sudden intake of air and felt Michelle's body twitch.

"You used to think about me naked," Addison whispered. "You used to play with your clit while you thought about me. Now it's going to be even better, Michelle. You have a new toy that will make it better...and you have me. You're going to cum for me and I'm going to watch. OK?"

Michelle nodded.

Addison leaned back and let Michelle spread her legs farther apart. The vibrator was sliding up and down, pressed hard against the stiff clit. Her nipples looked like they were going to explode. Strands of Michelle's fine hair clung to her moist forehead. 

Addison stood up. She and Michelle made eye contact. Addison unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Michelle's eyes followed it, but then rose back up to a pair of light blue thong panties that Addison wore. Addison kicked the skirt aside and ran her hand up and down the front of the thong, each time pressing a little harder on the thin fabric.

The vibrator whirred away as Michelle held it firmly against her clit.

"Tell me what you want, Michelle."

"Take off your panties."

It wasn't exactly an order, but Addison wasn't going to push it. She playfully slid her hand inside the panties, rubbed her pussy once or twice, and then pulled down the thong only enough to expose part of her pussy. She very slowly began to turn, showing Michelle her hip, and then her ass.

Addison pushed the thong lower, until the string came out from between her tight cheeks. With a slight bend at the waist, Addison let the thong fall to her feet. She stepped out of it and turned once again to face Michelle.

"Is this what you were imagining, Michelle?"

She stood like a statue in front of her psychiatrist, placing her hands on her waist and widening her stance just a bit. Michelle was far too involved in staring at the goddess and rubbing her clit with the vibrator to answer.

"That's such a huge cock. What do you think it would feel like inside your cunt?" Addison asked, moving one hand to her pussy. "I bet the ridges would feel wonderful as they slid in and out, the big head rubbing against your g-spot."

Addison had her middle finger inside her wet hole, moving her wrist up and down slowly. Michelle watched every move she made, waiting anxiously for Addison's next command.

"Do it for me, Michelle. Put it inside you while I watch."

It was just what she wanted to hear. Michelle slid the vibrator lower and let it hover over the entrance to her cunt. She inserted the thick head, spreading herself apart before trying to put in any more. She closed her eyes and felt the vibrations travel up her vagina and into her stomach.

Michelle's mouth opened involuntarily and she whined with pleasure as another inch or two of the vibrator disappeared. Her eyes were clamped shut as she took in all the physical delight of the toy sliding inside her.

Addison rubbed her clit. Her own breathing was now heavy and deep. The moisture that existed between her legs turned into a collection of juices and she spread it over her pussy before it dripped down her leg.

Michelle commenced a short, steady series of strokes that eventually led to half of the vibrator entering her each time.

"Ooooooh my God," she moaned out loud.

Michelle at last opened her eyes and watched her young patient masturbate in front of her. Addison still had one hand on her pussy, but the other was playing with her tit. A look of total joy was on the girl's face as they glanced at each other.

Michelle plunged the vibrator in as far as she thought she could; she squeezed a nipple between her fingers; and, she felt the orgasm get closer. If it was possible, she believed she might cum harder than during the phone sex.

"I want to hear you cum, Michelle. Don't hold back."

That was the last thing Michelle was worried about. She knew her secretary would be gone for the day and the two were alone in the office. Michelle doubted she could remain silent anyway.

"Ahhhhhhh. Addison. Addison!"

The girl saw that Michelle's eyes were closed again and she wondered what the woman was thinking about.

"Look at me, Michelle."

The eyes opened and Michelle felt her pussy respond to the incredible sight.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! I'm cumming, Addison. I'm cumming!"

She thrust the vibrator inside her almost up to the base and rubbed her clit with the other hand. The quivering toy sent her over the edge and she arched her back.

"God! Yessss!"

Michelle held the vibrator in place and fucked it wildly.

"Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!" she screamed.

Addison watched the woman's hips rise and fall. The girl masturbated just as hard and soon she was ready to cum.

A few more seconds of watching and listening to Michelle's multiple orgasms caused Addison to start. Their mutual groans continued until Michelle was done and she had the opportunity to watch Addison stand in place and struggle to maintain her balance while cumming over and over.

Finally, they were both done and the scent of their sex filled the office.

Addison uneasily stepped closer to Michelle.

"Lick it, Michelle. Taste how sweet your juices are."

With one last ounce of energy, Michelle withdrew the vibrator from her cunt and slid it between her lips. She licked the tip and tasted the fruits of her labor.

She looked at the lovely Addison. Addison. What was she going to do about Addison?