Storiesonline.net ------- Houston #2 by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2006 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: John admits to being a sex addict and attends a meeting. He meets Felicia and they get it on. Meanwhile his wife, Argie has a tryst with Milo and decides to try her hand at being a sex therapist, possibly to help her husand cope, partly to see where it takes her sexually. Codes: MF rom ------- ------- Copyright© 2006 ------- Chapter 1: Sex Addict's Anonymous "So there you have it, doc. I mean, Argie and me, we kinda made up, ya know?" Dr. Gladstone: "No, I don't. Why don't you tell me how you made up, John?" "Um, okay. She, um, found out about my extra curricular stuff, but you know that, right?" Dr. Gladstone: "Yes, we've been over that earlier. Please continue." "So she found this guy and screwed his brains out to get even." Dr. Gladstone: "Do you think she got even?" "Hell no, but she got a taste, you know? A nice taste if you ask me." Dr. Gladstone: "You didn't object to her... having intercourse with another man?" "Actually no, I mean at first I was pissed. But when I thought about it... well, it seemed fair, and I looked at it as a means of making up with her." The doctor waited patiently and after a moment, John continued. "The fact is we had lunch... Argie and me. I can't say how relieved I was to hear her say "the marriage isn't dead." He avoided mentioning the fact that he'd been pathetic in her presence until she had uttered those very words. Dr. Gladstone: "That's very promising, John. Anything else?" "Um, yeah. I admitted that I had a problem with sex to her. I... um, because, err, I was desperate, you know? So Argie says, "She's discovered that she likes fucking around too." She says she met this guy... let him pick her up. They went to a motel... do you need to hear all this?" Dr. Gladstone: "Just what you need to tell me to convey the situation. There's no need to embarrass yourself, John. "Yeah, um, well... she says, "I loved the way he did me." Dr. Gladstone: "A powerful statement. But remember what they say about a woman scorned." "I didn't scorn her!" Dr. Gladstone: "Think about it, John." "All right, all right, maybe I did... from her point of view. Anyway, she says, 'Our marriage isn't over, but I don't want you running around screwing anything you see.' And then she took me on a fuckin' roller coaster ride, saying, 'But I'm not saying you can't see anyone else either. I liked being in bed with this guy, I didn't think I would, but you forced me to find out if I was still attractive to other men.' " Dr. Gladstone: "And then?" "Then she told me I could keep screwing around." Dr. Gladstone: "She did? Were there any conditions?" "'Course there was. She says, 'I can do it with... whoever, and she'll do it with her boyfriend of the moment." He paused, and then added, "Said we need to make a schedule so we don't step on one another's toes." Dr. Gladstone: "So you reached an agreement." "Um, yeah, we agreed to let each other know... you know... when we're going with somebody else. Then we went home and jumped each other's bones." Dr. Gladstone: "Is that where you two left things?" "Well, she did this fabulous strip. She'd never done nothing like it before. For my part, I pulled out all the stops, had her coming and going. She met herself three times before she straightened out," he said smugly. Anyway, we agreed to take it one day at a time." Dr. Gladstone: "What about Sex Addicts Anonymous?" "Oh, right. I promised her I'd look into it. Probably join." Dr. Gladstone: "That's an excellent idea, John. You'll see the benefits of talking about the problem almost immediately. Further, it will go a long way in convincing Argie of your sincerity." "Hey doc, what's with the sincerity bit? I mean, Argie as much as told me I could screw anything that walked past me, as long I tell her about it. We even discussed the possibility of having a threesome once in a while." Dr. Gladstone: "She actually broached the subject?" "Well, actually I told her that, I'd tolerate her men; and she does the same with respect to my women. She was okay with it, went so far as to say, 'What about broadening the criteria a little?' " He paused for a moment, then continued, "See, I knew having two men at once was her favorite fantasy, and all." Dr. Gladstone: [After a long silence] "I see. Well, then, do you have the number for SSA?" "SSA?" Dr. Gladstone: "Sex Addicts Anonymous." "No." Dr. Gladstone: [Sound of paper being torn off pad.] "Here, I'm sure you're going to find it very interesting. Let's be sure to talk about it at our next session." "Sure, Doc, hey, does that mean our time's up?" Dr. Gladstone: "I'm afraid so, John." ------- The next afternoon, twelve hours celibate, John went to a Sex Addict's Anonymous meeting that he'd found in the local newspaper. There were about eleven people seated as he eased past a rumpled man of about forty years of age and sat down. A well-dressed man, John guessed was fiftyish was speaking while holding a bible in his left hand. "Temperance, we are solemnly instructed," the man said, "is the moral virtue that moderates the attraction of pleasures and provides balance in the use of created goods. It ensures the will's mastery over instincts and keeps desires within the limits of what is honorable." John took a moment to glance at the others in attendance, and noted only two were female, one middle-aged woman; and one in her early thirties. 'I'd fuck her in a New York minute, ' he thought, ' then turned his attention back to the speaker. "The temperate person directs the sensitive appetites toward what is good and maintains a healthy discretion," the speaker said with a great deal of emotion. "Thus what is a temptation to me is of little moment to you; what is gluttony to you is merely gustatory satisfaction to me; what is lust to you is merely natural sexual desire to me. And who is to differentiate the one from the other?" Once again, John turned his head to study the audience. He was surprised to find all of them listening attentively, and decided to do likewise. The speaker paused, and then resumed his emotional talk. "There is likely to be difference of opinion, too, about how many instances of erotic craving constitutes lust. At what point does natural and normal sexual desire turn into disordered, frenetic, and insatiable sexual urge?" 'This guy's a wannabe preacher, who cares what he thinks?' John thought and took a furtive glance at the thirtyish woman. She was a brunette, slim, with a modest chest. He couldn't tell if her legs were nice, or if she had a great ass, and decided it didn't matter. She was the only enticing morsel here and would have to do. Droning on, as far as John was concerned, the speaker continued: "We might disagree on the number of instances required for us to call a pattern of activity lust—once again, disagreement about degree. But I think we can reach consensus about what lust is—agreement about kind. Those who are governed by their gonads are filled with lust. Lust is defined by one source as the "disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure." "Although there would be strong dispute in today's world about the exact nature of lust, there is no question but that expressions of lust such as rape will be and must be universally condemned. That is, in essence, the principal point I want to make here: We may well disagree over the precise meanings of what is temperate or intemperate. But in the case of clear and extensive departures from the norm, we remain capable of saying, 'This action is clearly contrary to restraint and to self-control; it is disordered and inordinate. It is wrong.' " And that was how the speaker left things, clutching the Bible to his chest; he nodded appreciatively, comforted by his own words and sat down. Almost immediately a man two chairs away from John stood and said, "It's been three months and six days since I drifted over the line. My name is Edmond, and I'm a sex addict." The group responded as one, saying, "Hello, Edmond." John gave the man his total attention, wanting to hear from a self-confessed addict. "Thanks to God and my friends here in this fine organization," Edmond said, "I have found a way to live. I needed help desperately when I got to the rooms of Sex Addicts Anonymous. I arrived, pretty much like everyone else here: lost, broken, and alone; no plan or direction and really no one in my life who could help me make sense of my life. I'm twenty-seven, probably more boy than man... a two-bit bartender, a proven loser, with four different kinds of sexually transmitted disease. I've quit promising my family... what's left of it... to clean my act up, go without sex until the right partner comes along—only to have random sex and begin the craziness again." "You've all heard me tell my story... probably several times over, so I won't do it again today. But I will tell it again and again so I don't forget how bad it can be." "It's just... well, when I hear one of you tell your story I'm suddenly filled with hope and gratitude and I'm reminded of the changes that occurred in my life and of the magic in the world—and that's a good thing for this sex addict. Maybe... I even want to go out and spread a little of that good in the world. Anyway, thanks for being here for me." Polite applause followed Edmond to his seat. John got up and got himself a cup of coffee, and as he found his chair, the brunette he had been eying, began walking to the podium. John congratulated himself on being right. She had a great ass and well developed legs. She was also attractive as she stood hesitating before them. "Hello, my name is Felicia and I'm a sex addict. I've not had sex for thirteen days now, and that's a new record for me." "Hello Felicia," the group called out. "This is the first time I'm telling my story, so please bear with me," she said, her eyes beseeching them for help. "It all began for me the night my husband and I had another couple, Vic and Linda, over for dinner. I had been married to Mike for six years at the time. There were no children, and I'm sure neither of us had cheated on the other, until that night. But was that cheating? I don't know. After dinner the conversation turned to certain computer games -- Adult games. We all had had several drinks and it was decided to try one of them. I no longer recall the name of it. It was a variation of strip poker. But one rule was that anyone could call it quits at any point they felt uncomfortable. I volunteered to be the typist. I asked Linda if she wanted to be listed as Straight, Gay or Bi-sexual -- surprisingly, she answered, "Bi" Vic and Mike both answered "Straight." I decided that there was no point in only Linda being Bi, because without another Bi or a Gay, there would be no interaction available for her with a woman, so I put myself down as Bi-sexual too. At least, that's what I told myself at the time." John felt himself stir; his half-lidded eyes roamed Felicia's lithe form, lingering on her breasts, which he would have sworn had nipples that were excited and stiff. "After about a dozen or so turns, Mike was reduced to his underwear; Vic and Linda had lost their shirts, and I was topless, having forsworn wearing a bra that night. We all had another drink, then Vic said that he was going to blindfold me for several rounds, then he would take my place, and so on. I giggled nervously. I still recall that, the giggling, I mean; and of course there was no more typing as the game was out of control." As he secured the blindfold, Vic fondled my breasts, startling me. I waited for Mike to say something. He didn't, and I got the strangest feeling. It was one of elation. I felt I was moving to a new, forbidden threshold. I was very excited and realized it was probably evident for the others to see. I then realized that I didn't care. No, I found that I wanted them to see my excitement and I parted my legs knowing this gave them the opportunity to look at my secret place, and the best part was the blindfold kept me from being embarrassed, as I most certainly would have been otherwise. I heard Linda say that now everyone needed to strip. Then sounds of kissing and rustling of clothing filled the air. Someone kissed me. It was Mike, and I kissed him back. Then he left abruptly, and another mouth found mine, the kiss was soft and sweet -- it had to be Linda! She confirmed it a moment later by pressing her breasts against mine. I'd never been kissed by a woman before, at least not that way. I liked it, and kissed her back. Someone was behind me, tugging my underwear down. Vic was next to kiss me. My mouth opened at the touch of his tongue and I shuddered when his finger traced over my folds. I kicked the undies off my foot and reached down and cupped his balls. "You're very wet," he said, I thought he sounded objective, scientific, almost. "She always gets that way when we fool around," Mike offered. I moaned. Off in the distance, I heard Linda moaning too. I realized that Mike was busy with her and thought, 'This is going to be a most unusual evening.' A few short minutes later, Mike said, "Okay, Felicia will be Linda's sex slave for the next few minutes." "Wait," I protested, but the men picked me up and carried me to the bed and deposited me on my back. Vic was on my left. I knew it was him from the scent of his after shave. Linda parted my thighs. I didn't resist. My husband, kneeling behind my head, fed his dick into my mouth and I sucked him, for he hadn't ejaculated in Linda. Vic took a breast in his hand and fondled it, teasing the nipple. I registered all this, but was impatiently awaiting the touch of Linda's mouth on my sex. I was slightly disappointed when her finger entered me instead. Still and all, I was hot enough and came after a short time. "Fuck her, Vic," I heard Linda say, and then felt his weight descending upon me. As he entered me, Mike spurted into my mouth and down my throat. I choked as he kept ramming his dick into my mouth. I tried to swallow, in fact, did swallow some, but not enough. God knows what would have happened if Linda hadn't acted and pulled him from between my lips. I must have coughed continuously as Vic slammed his meat into me. Finally, I felt him coming in me and a moment later, he rolled off. I reached for the blindfold, but one of them stopped me. "I want you to eat me out," Linda said. Still coughing, but feeling infinitely better, I motioned for her to sit on my face, wanting to get it over with. I had never gone down on a woman before and to my surprise, I found it neither satisfying nor distasteful. Dutifully I munched away, guided by her cries of rapture. Halfway through my cunnilingus on Linda, Vic went down on me and I had the strangest thought that now he was swallowing his own sperm, and I giggled. "Suck me harder," Linda yelped, and I did. I brought her off, and still blindfolded, found myself getting fucked by both men. Vic wanted to take my ass, but Mike wouldn't allow it, for which I was grateful. The blindfold came off, and I saw all three dripping with sweat. As for myself, I was sweating too, and had traces of come all over my body. Vic and Linda showered and were gone when Mike and I finished up. That was the beginning. At first I went along not wanting to be a party pooper. I thought it was solidifying my marriage. I was introduced to several other men and caught the clap from one of them. But I was beginning to like all the sexual variations I encountered week after week. I was a more than willing participant the weekend we spent in Tijuana; offering the whore fifty dollars to let me take her place and fuck the pony. God knows how many men I took on following that act. I didn't care; I loved every minute of it. Six months later -- I really can't believe it took that long -- Mike divorced me. I had been going off with strangers for days at a time. I gave him a dose of gonorrhea and that did it. He used the photos he'd taken of me in Tijuana with the pony to convince me to give him an uncontested divorce and I did. I had my job and it paid well, and he left me the apartment. But I found that I had to have sex several times a day. They fired me after missing work once too often. I found I couldn't hold a job. I didn't care, I stopped washing, slept in cardboard boxes after being forcibly evicted, and offered to blow anyone who'd let me; I took on derelicts, hopheads, it didn't seem to matter. One night I was found passed out in the gutter, bleeding my life away. It seems someone; I have no idea who -- shoved something monstrously huge up my vagina causing me to hemorrhage. The sisters at the Catholic Charities nursed me back to health and after I'd healed, urged me to attend these meetings. I um, I think I've talked long enough. Thank you. Felicia sat down to scattered applause. John Franck couldn't keep his eyes off Felicia after she'd spoken to the group. He did not volunteer to tell his story and dawdled after the meeting broke up in order to follow Felicia after she left the building. She got into a beat-up Nova and drove about twenty blocks to a seedy part of town. John followed at a discreet distance and parked a block behind her. Felicia remained in the Nova for several minutes while John drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, impatiently waiting for her to get out of the car. What Felicia was doing was repairing her makeup and when she finished she entered a café, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. John waited outside for several minutes to see if she was meeting someone. Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he entered, sat at the bar and ordered a beer. He took a long drink to satisfy his thirst, put the glass down and found her looking at him. "You were there, right?" Felicia said warmly. "Yeah," he managed to respond, hoping she wasn't too pissed at him. "You didn't get up did you?" "I'm up now," he said, and grinned at her. "So I see," Felicia said, matching his grin with one of her own as she appraised his bulge. "How long has it been for you?" She asked before finishing her drink. "Maybe twelve hours. I'm not too good at stopping." "You're married, right?" "Yes, I'm married. My wife knows about my..." "Affliction?" "Yeah, my affliction," he smiled. "You've been thirteen days without if I recall." She leaned toward him, licked her lips and said, "You have a place?" "How about the great outdoors for starters?" John said, brushing imaginary crumbs from his slacks in order to touch himself. "The park two blocks down?" Felicia asked. "Perfect place for a picnic, you think?" John said. "Perfect. Let's go," Felicia said and dropped a ten on the bar. John left six dollars, not wanting to leave a twenty and they walked out into the sunshine and heat. ------- Chapter 2: Fucking Felicia They walked together, hip to hip, right up to a large oak tree hidden in a little sunlit glade. They were quite certain no prying eyes would see them. He moved close to her and she placed her hands around his neck meeting his eyes. "Hello Felicia," he whispered huskily. "Hello, John," she murmured softly, then kissed his neck with a sweep of her tongue bringing his blood to a boil. He pulled her body into contact with his, feeling her along the lines of his body. He took note of her soft breasts against his hard chest, pubic bone to hardening cock. They began to kiss, slowly and gently at first. With a sweep of his tongue, he took her entire mouth in his, then resting his tongue at the entrance of her open mouth, poised, moving it only when he felt her tongue envelope his. John opened his mouth to contain Felicia's, sucked her in and released her, over and over, resting his lips against hers, for a moment resisting her tongue as it met his, then pushing against her with closed lips, now seeking out and trying to suck her tongue into his mouth. 'He can certainly kiss, ' Felicia thought, running her tongue along his cheek all the way down to his chin. She licked the tiny ridge under his lower lip, feeling the pull of the rough texture that was his shadowy stubble. Their tongues met again, darted around one another, slowing down, then speeding up. His tongue sought out her mouth, moving over her lips from side to side, savoring their moist pliancy. He moaned and moved to nibble her ear. Their bodies pressed into one another, seeking out the radiant center of their genitals. They began to move against each other, Felicia could not refrain from moaning slightly. He found himself growing violent and shoved her hard against the oak's thick trunk, sliding his hand between her neck and the tree. His thumb pressed into the hot flesh of her throat. Their eyes locked and her bow-shaped lips part in a half gasp, half moan; Felicia's cheeks were flushed, not from the cold air but from the steaming heat pulsing from her cunt. Moving his thump upward from her throat, he lightly caressed the flush of her cheek, and she bit her lower lip bewitchingly. Then the hand belonging to the thumb, left her face and slipped underneath her blouse to brush casually over an erect nipple; fingers then slowly circled the pebbled aureole. Felicia whimpered with pleasure. He buried his face in her throat, nuzzling and licking as their bodies twined tightly together. He curled his fingers inside her blouse, pulled hard, popping two or three buttons. He moaned and with a sweep of his head, pillowed his head between her bra-cupped breasts; then took as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could. He nibbled and sucked at her as she until she moaned while struggling to unfasten her bra strap and free her twins for him to feast on. The second he stopped suckling she sought his mouth out, humping up at him and opening herself to his eager lips. They moved their hips in sync with each other, his cock grinding into first one upper thigh, then the other. Felicia sighed, feeling his hard cock through her clothing, delighted, almost alarmed by his hardness; her wetness, and the power of their mutual desire. "Oh, yes!" Felicia groaned and reached out to stroke the outline of his erection through his slacks. He bit the rim of her ear when she gave him a firm squeeze. They both moaned as she rubbed herself against his thigh while searching for his mouth. She sent her tongue deep into his mouth, licking his teeth and gums until his tongue rolled over hers, and then they took turns flicking out at one another. "Time to fuck," John rasped, after tearing his mouth from hers. "Good idea, what's your name again?" She asked, laughing lewdly. "John," he said seriously, as he hoisted her skirt up around her waist. She busied herself unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper. His hand met hers and brought his sex out, slapping it gently against the palm of her left hand. His slacks surrendered to gravity and dropped to his calves. Felicia licked her lips in appreciation as she took in his erection, tight up against the white cotton material, seeing a few drops of pre-ejaculate, a circle of wet against the shorts. She smiled noticing a drop quivering on its glistening tip. Following her gaze, he said, "Are you as wet for me as I am for you?" "I'm soaked," Felicia croaked, giddy with lust. "Put it inside me... now!" Pulling her underwear to one side and holding himself with the other hand he glimpsed the shiny dark brown pubic hair surrounding her pussy as it gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. He felt his knees buckle, as he grew dizzy with wanting her. "A rubber! You have to use a rubber!" Felicia moaned. John hauled his slacks up, dug into the pocket on the left side and produced a Trojan condom. Placing it between his teeth he ripped it open and handed it to her. "Put it on, I'm so excited I'm liable to tear it, and I've only one other." With a dexterity that John could only admire, Felicia capped his cock with the protective device and spreading her knees, centered him on her cunt hole. Using one hand to brace them against the tree trunk, he rammed his cock into her, hearing a satisfied groan from her. He found her tight and marveled at it, thinking, 'she's had a donkey in there, no, a pony, but still... ' the dead leaves crackled beneath his feet as he began to fuck. "Ugh," was the only sound Felicia made for the next several minutes as he fucked her with a precision that bordered on cruelty. Her rump ground against the tree's rough bark until she began to bleed from the harsh grating. Unmindful of that area, she concentrated on drawing his pleasure tool into her body and reveled in the rapture that his heavily veined prick brought to the overly sensitive walls of her cunt. For his part, John was also reveling, absorbing the sensations emanating from the raging heat of her sex. He couldn't help but moan as Felicia used her muscles to grip and then release him, only to repeat the process over and over as she milked him toward what would be a tumultuous orgasm. Gripping her hips, he pumped into her until his thighs began to cramp. Then pulled away from her. She cried out sharply at the sudden loss, then smiled wickedly as he tossed his jacket on the damp moss at the base of the old oak, and steered her into a kneeling position, then dropped to his knees behind her. With one deep stroke he was buried in her. They both moaned with satisfaction. Felicia sensed his condom-covered cock leaving definite impressions on the softer parts of her vaginal walls. "Nobody's gonna die from this, right?" she asked, surprising him with the remark. "Maybe some lichen in the moss under your knees," he said, and they both laughed at his clever comeback. Felicia began to come. With every thrust, the mutability of her world grew more remote. This was what she sought... day and night, night and day, a rain of sweat pelted the greenery beneath her, but she failed to notice, being filled to completeness from the furious fucking. A completeness that would soon fade away, leaving the constant craving for more that tortured her soul. Her eyes grew distant as the sensation swelled and burst inside her. "Slap me," she called out. "What?" he panted, not sure he'd heard right. "Slap me, slap me hard!" Without slowing the motion of his pistoning hips, he obliged her, with a fairly light, open-handed crack across her cheek. "Yes, like that... again!" This time he struck her harder. He felt her shudder under him, sensed that she about to come. He paused between thrusts, but she failed to notice, as she was busy bucking and writhing against him, making up for any lack of movement on his part. John granted her one more slap. A bit harder than the others, but on her ass, causing her to grunt and groan. Now he felt himself about to come, and took hold of her shoulders. Then, he began pounding himself into her; using his free hand to grip, then squeeze her hardened, buoyant nipple. He felt himself emptying into her; filling the condom with his life giving seed. And he absorbed the commingled essence of her smell, their sounds, and his pulsing prick. She could feel his warm breath on her hair, the sharp pain in her nipple as he continued to manipulate it, twisting, pulling and stretching it to a grotesque length. She cried out and came again the moment his hand slipped between her legs and found her stiffened clitoris. A few short minutes later he clambered off her inert form, kissed her bleeding ass and helped her to stand up. Felicia stood, somewhat shaky at first, but gradually stabilized her equilibrium. Then they hugged tightly and kissed passionately for several minutes. "Will you come to my place?" she asked softly. "I'd like to, but..." His mind filled with all the work he had ahead of him that afternoon, not to mention, he would be screwing Argie later. She would be looking for it. "You can tie me up," she said hopefully. He couldn't resist the offer, and his cock gave her his answer before his mouth formed the words. "Oh, John, you're going to love this." ------- Meanwhile, Milo Cappelli waited patiently at a local restaurant for Argie to arrive. He spied her rushing down the sidewalk and placed a small package, wrapped with a tiny pink bow in his lap. She arrived at the entrance of the restaurant looking harried and out of breath. She wore a frilly white blouse through which Milo could see the suggestion of a lacy brassiere. A long loop of pearls hung between her breasts. On spotting him sitting in a corner booth, Argie beamed her most vibrant smile at him, which he returned in kind. She waved at him as she moved across the room to join him. She sat down and apologized for being tardy. "Fugetaboutit," he chirped, delighted to have her sweet, delectable presence sitting beside him. The waiter hurried to their table and Milo ordered for her, "Almond chicken salad for the lady," then turning to Argie, he asked, "Which dressing do you prefer?" "Um, the vinaigrette, please," she replied, turning her eyes up to look at the server. "Very good, ma'am, "he said and moved off to place her order. Milo had ordered just before she arrived. "I really am sorry about being late," she said, talking fast. "I had this confrontational thing with my husband..." "You told him about me?" he said, stunned by the news. "Yes, but..." "I can't believe I'm hearing this. You were the one wanted to keep it quiet." "That's true, but..." "Why am I still sitting here?" he asked aloud and made to get up. "No, no, don't. Listen to me. Please hear me out." Taking a deep breath, Milo sighed, shook his shoulders as if to release the sudden tension and looked into her eyes. "I'm listening, but tell me first, is he coming here to shoot me?" His comment stunned Argie. It hadn't occurred to her that John would be jealous about her affair, not with all his screwing around. She took a moment to reply. "I... I don't think so. He went off to work same as any other day." "So you don't know if he followed you?" "Why would he... ? "To get at me, to break my neck, or shoot me, that's why." "Oh..." She bit her thumb, and said, "He's not the type. Really. He took it well. I made him listen to me. I told him I was sick and tired of his fucking around and then I dropped my bombshell on him. We wound up talking and talking and talking. He listened and I listened. We went to bed, screwed like rabbits. Believe me; we haven't screwed like that in ages. He told me how sorry he was and that he was going to see his shrink about joining Sex Addicts Anonymous. "So you're telling me I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder, huh." "Yes, yes, that's right." They were silent as the server approached with her salad and his hamburger. Argie, suddenly famished, picked up her fork and dug into the leafy salad. 'Mmm, good, I like it when..." He interrupted her. "I have a present for you," he said. "Really! You shouldn't have!" Milo handed her the box with a tight smile on his face. It had been ages since Argie had gotten any type of present other than the usual ones for holidays and birthdays and she was enormously pleased. Putting down her utensils, she gravely accepted it from his extended hand. "I'd like you to open it here, and read the instructions." Argie removed the wrapping paper carefully, as if to use it again, she opened the box and read the note. She looked up at him, licked her lips and nodded. Then she stood up, never breaking eye contact with him; picked up her purse, and said, "I'll be right back." Milo devoured his burger in the five minutes before Argie returned to their booth. He watched her moving across the room, taking small, mincing steps; she slid in beside him wearing an uncomfortable look. "Okay, now what?" she asked. "Finish your salad." Argie resumed eating, and after several mouthfuls, Milo spoke softly to her. "Show me your purse, please." Argie reached out, picked up her purse, opened the clasp and handed it across her body to his outstretched hand. "Thank you," he said as he observed the red lace panties with black bows inside the purse. He took out the small package and opened it. The ben-wa balls were gone. "How do they feel?" he asked genially. "They're very distracting, to say the least," she told him and calmly resumed eating her salad. "I feel like they are going to fall out and roll across the floor. I have to keep myself clenched so the damn things won't fall out. When I do that, they rub against each other and the walls of my... vagina. It's like some form of constant, low intensity electricity." "I should hope they're distracting," he said, "and more. They might prove to be very stimulating as well. We'll find out as we walk after lunch." "Walk! You expect me to walk outside in public with those..." "Ben-wa balls..." he added for her. "Ben-wa balls up my twat?" she hissed angrily. "Yeah, I do," he said firmly and she decided to shut up for the moment and worked on her salad, although she had lost her appetite for food. "Tell me something, R. G." "What now?" "Are you excited?" "No more than I was coming into this place to meet you." That took him back a notch; he hadn't expected her to not like his present. Argie realized she might have pushed back a little harder than she'd wanted to and tried to make amends. "You really expect me to wear these damn things out in the street?" "Why, yeah, I do." She thought for a moment and a solution came to her. "All right, there's a movie theatre around the corner. Let's go there." "Argie, that's a dirty movie theatre," he said, wanting to warn her. She reached over and gave his thigh a hard squeeze. "I know exactly what it is. Let's go, okay?" Ten minutes later, they are standing in front of a ticket booth, while Milo nervously fumbles several bills from his wallet and hands them to the 80-year-old crone in the booth. "Feature's started three minutes ago," the old woman told them; handing the tickets over. They walked through the door only to have the old woman call after them, "Forgot your change, young fella." After retrieving his money, Milo escorted Argie into the darkened theatre and found them seats in an empty row at the back of the theatre. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that only four others were seated in front of them. On the screen before them, a blonde was taking turns licking two huge cocks; one black, one white. Argie's eyes were riveted to the screen. The short wall with the ben-wa balls had excited her, thoroughly lubricating her and leaving her with powerful yearning to be touched between the legs. Leaning her head on Milo's shoulder, she whispered, "Not much of a plot is there?" He laughed, cupped her left breast and said, "It's the sub-plots that get ya in these films." On the screen, the blonde's head was bobbing up and down. First on the white cock, then trailing a long glob of saliva, her mouth descended upon the thicker and longer black one. Milo ran his hand along Argie's thigh, and found it hot, moist and electric. Her hand sought out his hardness in turn, squeezing him gently. His hand continued its journey, meandering downward until entwined in her pubic hair. Argie moaned softly, widened her thighs, granting him free access to her wet, throbbing flesh. She couldn't help but moan as she stared at the screen and watched wide-eyed as the two men prepared a double penetration of the willing blonde. When Milo's fingers lightly pinched her labia, causing them to rub against each other, she was unable to contain herself and moaned loudly, then bit the fingers that she'd quickly shoved into her mouth. The fact that everyone in the theatre must have heard her cry out, dulled the intense pain; and when Milo's middle finger began its probe inside her, nudging the stainless steel ben-wa balls around, she was filled with pleasure and all pain vanished. Then, two things happened almost simultaneously. First, Argie felt an orgasm closing in on her. Second, a man, alerted by her moans; has decided to join them, and moves stealthily into their row, taking a seat one removed from Argie. Neither Argie, nor Milo were looking at the screen which had a close up of the black cock slithering into the blonde's wide open ass. Terrified by the stranger's presence, Argie clutched at Milo's thigh, and hissed at him, "This guy has his dick out!" Rather than take immediate action, Milo decided to wait and see what the stranger would do next. To relieve Argie of the frightened tension he caressed her clit, causing her hands to clench both armrests tightly. Despite her fear, Argie was even closer to coming. Milo's added a second finger, and his thump skimmed over her clitoris, and she jerked her hips up as she came. It wasn't a gigantic climax, but it took her to the next level, sexually, and fact that the stranger had not touched her eased her fear to some extent. From the corner of her eye, Argie saw that he was erect and had started jerking himself off. On the screen, a third man joined the festivities; apparently he had been watching them from a closet. The huge black cock spewed a load that totally covered the blonde's ass; the white cock, still lodged in her cunt, was obviously coming as well. The newcomer, wasted little time jerking himself off and blasting his ejaculate into the blonde's face; causing a long strand of globular semen to hang from her chin to her left breast. Convinced the stranger was harmless; Milo pushed his luck, and told Argie, "Give me the balls back... right now." Argie's head snapped around to face him. She was no longer interested or fearful of the stranger. Milo now had her undivided attention. "What?" she whispered, nervously. "Take 'em out, NOW!" The last word sounded like a shout to her ears although Milo had only raised his voice a little. With a quiet whimper that only the two of them could possibly hear, Argie forced herself to lean forward against the seat in front of her; hoisted her ass up, and allowed Milo to slip his hand between her legs, then, "Plop... click," the two moist, warm balls fell into his hand. Argie sank back into her seat. Her wide-open eyes are locked on the screen, but it's another, totally different set of characters. Three members of Hell's Angels are in the midst of gang-raping a slender brunette with unbelievably huge breasts. Argie guessed they had to be size 50, or bigger. The bikers had bent her over a motorcycle and are taking turns butt-fucking her. Milo took her hand and slipped the ben-wa balls into her palm. "Put them back in, baby," he husked into her ear. This time there was no hesitation, her hand went between her legs as she scooted forward on the seat. Her right leg went up and positioned itself on the back of the seat in front of her. Then with the stranger gawking at her actions, Argie placed her other leg on the stranger's lap and reinserted the balls into her pussy. Milo leaned across Argie and spoke to the stranger. "Are you clean?" "Huh?" the man gasped; still shocked by the fact that Argie had her leg on his thighs, resting against his erection. "I asked you if you had any sexually transmitted diseases." Only then did the stranger realize he was being addressed by the woman's companion. Slowly the words sank into his brain. "Um, no, no I don't." He said weakly, but his hand was lightly caressing Argie's calf. "You can't believe him, Milo," Argie protested weakly, "Surely you're not serious about him touching me?" "Aw, you may be right. It is stupid. I apologize. Just jerk him off." "I don't believe this is happening," she stammered, but Milo picked up her right hand and brought it to the strangers cock and left it there. Argie did not pull it away, instead she slowly opened her fingers and took the hot cock into her hand and began to masturbate the stranger. The stranger reacted to this by sending a finger between Argie's legs and into her cunt. She gasped with the sudden rush of pleasure she felt from his single digit; moaned when he touched the ben-wa balls, pushing them deeper into her; and reached across with her other hand to grasp his cock by the base. Then she rapidly increased the speed of her masturbation until he came all over her hand and wrist. Milo waited a moment, then leaned across her body and told the stranger to get lost. The man lifted Argie's leg from his lap, stood up and moved across the aisle and sat down, not taking his eyes off Argie. Milo took Argie by the arm and helped her to her feet. "Where..." she began, but he silenced her in the theater lobby with a passionate kiss. She was amazed at her response, grinding her ben-wa stuffed cunt into his thigh, searching feveredly for his erection and finding it, rubbed hard against it and brought herself to a mighty climax. He threw his arm over her shoulder, but changed his mind and reached under her armpit to better support her. Argie began walking, albeit wobbly, but not so as to attract undue attention. "I never been this hot," she moaned. "I don't care if you fuck me right on the curb here. I need a stiff cock right now, Milo, I'm serious." "Do me, do me, do meeee!" she yelled, surprised at the volume and intensity of her voice. For the first time, Milo nearly lost control of the situation. But on spying a seedy looking hotel half-way up the block, he recovered and steered her inside, and rented a room by the hour. Argie found herself spread-eagled on the dank, dirty sheets within a minute of entering the dilapidated hotel. He almost tore his shirt off as Argie rubbed his erection through his pants. When he knelt on the bed beside her, she wrapped her legs around his thigh and pushed her crotch against him like a dog in heat. "Do meeee!" she half cried, half moaned. He shoved her skirt up around her waist and entered her. A look of surprise crossed his face, and then he swore and reached down to accept the ben-wa balls she was trying to expel from her dripping cunt. He rolled them in his meaty fist, then tossed them aside. Later, he would spend thirty minutes looking for one of them. He sank his cock back into her juicy hole, but to his surprise and Argie's dismay, he erupted prematurely. Apparently, all the excitement of the build-up and his controlling of her actions with the stranger have caused him to short-circuit. "YOU FUCK! YOU LOUSEY FUCK!" Argie screamed out, berating him, and beating at his chest with her fists until, gripping her firmly by the cheeks of her ass, he plunged his face into her wet, bushy nest. Instantly, her legs were around his head, her cunt pulsing up into his face as he tongued and sucked upon her gaping opening; eventually shoving a finger up her ass to heighten the sensations he was bestowing on her. Within seconds her orgasm hit, but Argie held him tightly in place until her next climax arrived. When it did, Milo felt it pulsing through her clit; felt it spasming through her ass and rippling down through her legs. Only then did Argie relax her thighs around Milo's neck. HHHHHe rolled away; gasping for breath, but Argie scrambled to all fours, dropped down on him, devoured his wasted cock and drew hard upon it until renewing it with a new, hard, purple hued life. She moved up, her feet straddling his hips, dripping her arousal fluids onto the head of his prick, then worked him against her clit, groaning joyously all the while. "Let's fuck, damn it!" he exclaimed, having grown stiff again. Argie, satisfied the time was right, eased him into her in one continuous slow slide. For some inexplicable reason, they moved slowly, shaft against clit, sex to sex, then imperceptibly sped up, their motions becoming rushed and ragged as they rose to the heights of yet another orgasm. As he suckled upon her breast, he felt her rhythms quicken; the spasming of her cunt went to the staccato of orgasm and beyond. Milo's back arched in a rictus of love. He pushed up into her and let loose a copious amount of sperm; especially for a second coming. Argie's ecstasy shuddered to a slow pulsing halt minutes later as he pulled her down beside him, cuddling into her, spoon fashion; and still breathing hard from their exertions, they kissed, long and languidly, sated for the time being. They had used the room for exactly forty minutes, thirty of which were spent with Milo on hands and knees looking for the missing ben-wa ball while Argie laughed hysterically until forced to stop when Milo got a severe cramp in his hamstring. Argie massaged it away and then he resumed his search even as she urged him to forget about it. Finally he located it in Argie's left shoe. Then began to dress. When fully dressed; they made their way out of the lobby, Milo tossed the room key to the bored clerk, his dark mood fading as they walked into the daylight. ------- Neither wanted to leave the other, and over coffee, a relevant conversation took place. "You know, Milo, I've been thinking about the guy back in the movie." "What about him?" he asked, taking a sip of coffee. "I mean, I know he might have had... God knows what and all, but you know I really wanted to suck him off." "You did, huh." "Yes, I did. I mean I was terrified when he sat down next to me; and worse when he took it out and started playing with it." "But, all in all you wanted to, maybe would have blown him?" "Exactly, I don't know why, but yeah, I think so." "Even with the risk attached?" "Even with the risk... it was so..." "Totally exciting?" "Yeah, I guess that's a good way to put it." "I wouldn't have allowed it to happen, Argie. I want you to know that. I think too much of you to place you in danger like that." "Was I ever in danger back there?" "Not for a second." She hugged him to her, and then kissed his ear; giving it a long lick. She stopped when he shivered. "You know, Milo, you men are crazy." "How so?" "When a woman wants to get laid, she prepares herself, goes to a likely place and kind of sells herself. Guys can't seem to manage that." "Well, I won't argue with that, except to say that it seems that wherever the woman goes, she'll mostly find some guy there waiting for her to show up." Argie laughed, "You know, that's true, isn't it?" "But more often than not the guy goes home alone, right?" "You've got me there, R. G." he conceded, reverting back to the use of initials rather than her actual name. "You know, you could make a difference out there, R. G." "Really?" "Sure. You could become a whatchamacallit? A sexual surrogate, I think it's called." "You mean like a sex therapist? Yeah, sure, that's it." "You think?" Argie said as all sorts of ideas fill her mind. "I gotta go home, sweetie," she told Milo. "Someone I have to call. Just think -- you gave me the idea." "What idea?" Milo called after her. But Argie was already planning her conversation with the good Doctor Gladstone and didn't hear him. ------- Chapter 3: Tied Up and Surrogate School Franck couldn't believe how excited he was at the thought of tying Felicia up and fucking her. His cock was leaking like a faucet. His slacks bore a large wet stain, and so the first thing he did on entering her apartment was to remove them, go to the sink and wash the pre-cum from the inner side of the material, and drape the slacks close to the air-conditioner that blew in cool air from its place in the living room window. Felicia was naked first and waited patiently for him to finish, then said, "How do you want to do this?" He took a second to think about it, not having done it before. That alone had brought about his current state of excitement. "Spread-eagled, I guess. Is that all right?" "Perfect," she replied and hopped backward onto the bed, forming her body in the classic "X". Felicia told him where to find the velvet ties, and he quickly placed them on her wrists and ankles, securing them to the four corners of her bed. He loved the way she looked tied up, helpless and completely open to him, her hipbones prominent and breasts flatter and rounder because of her raised, out-stretched arms. Glancing down at her black thatch of pubic hair, he noted it was wet with their earlier secretions. He sat next to her, leaning down to kiss her, tonguing her deeply. He moved to her belly and kissed her there as well, then continued lower to her pubic triangle. Moving his hand over her body to cup her vulva, he rocked her with his hand. "Let's see how turned on you are," he said, feeling her wetness even on the longer pubic hair as he tugged at it. "YES!" Felicia moaned, "YES!" Using a skill that caught Felicia by surprise, he parted her inner lips with two fingers, sliding his middle finger far inside her, feeling her wetness and the ever changing texture of her cunt. "Oh," he said, "Very nice!" A second finger moved into her, moving in and out with harder and faster thrusts until she moaned and strained against the binding, meeting his hand. Suddenly he took both fingers from her and began working the area just above her clitoris with gentle, rhythmic caresses that made her scream in pleasure. Moving down to cover its length and circle the small knob of hard flesh, he moved his middle finger higher up to grasp its hood. Then he opened her inner folds with a separating sweep of his second and fourth fingers, holding them apart as he slid his middle finger firmly over her clit, a gesture he quickly learned she adored because she moaned all the louder. He worked the middle finger faster, back and forth over her tender clit, rubbing it ever so slightly harder in time to her increasing pelvic movement against his hand. With his other hand, John thrust two, then three, fingers all the way up inside her, faster and faster until her body tensed into immobility, lifting her into a high-pitched moan of an orgasm that rippled through her, rising and falling for the longest time. He quickly centered himself above her, entered her fully with one stroke while her orgasm went on in wave after wave, which his slow fucking now skimmed and rode, taking his cues from her thrusting. After slowing to meet her subsiding motion, instead of stopping altogether, he slowly began to increase the rhythm knowing that she could be brought back to another pitch of pleasure following right after the first. Her cunt opened even further to this type of fucking, raising her hips to meet his thrusting cock, burning with such exquisite feeling she felt as if she were going to faint away. "Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned, "it's so fuckin' good." John leaned over her, kissing and biting her breasts, sucking hard on one, and then the other, as he slammed high and hard into her, licking her neck as he withdrew to the very entrance of her cunt, then plunging all the way into her while she screamed with pleasure, rocking with him, tightening her vaginal muscles to grip him when he was deepest inside her, making him gasp, squeeze his eyes shut, and whisper, "Oh, God, it's unbelievably good." He stopped for a moment and untied her legs so she would move more. He reached for some pillows to slide under her hips, and she compliantly raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his neck. This served to guiding him back into her. As he resumed his fucking, Felicia found that each thrust brought a different pleasure, and after a while she lost the ability to know which one of them initiated from a given stroke, or set of strokes. Sometimes it felt to her that the strokes were fast, fast, fast. Then it was long and slow, reaching so deeply into her that she was compelled to cry out. Then too, there were moments that seemed to her that it was sheer anger in the force of his fucking. She didn't care if he would ultimately kill her. All she wanted was his cock, his pulsating, driving cock, ramming into her. They fucked for a long time, until he pulled out of her in order to move to her mouth. "I love being inside all of you," he gasped while straddling her, bringing his cock very near her mouth. Opening to him with a sucking kiss, she tasted the mixture of their secretions, licking and moving her mouth over him, taking him all the way into her, then pulling back on him. Just as she was falling into a rhythm of wrapping her mouth around him as he rocked back and forth, he pulled out of her mouth and told her, "It's getting very sensitive." He began to kiss her mouth, running his hands over her body, pausing to slide his fingers into her vulva, again seeking her inner labia and as she moaned louder and louder, her clit. He opened her slowly; separating the inner lips carefully with his fingers, and pulling the hood firmly back until her clit lay exposed to his tongue. He knelt over her, his formidable erection resting against her belly. He started licking her, using long, loud gulps, wrapping his mouth around her. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure. Then he held her lips apart with the fingers of one hand as he slowly worked the tip of his tongue back and forth over the length of her engorged clit, returning to the spot just above its most sensitive area for a more intense tonguing. With each motion of his mouth upon her, she moved to meet his tongue and lips, breathing herself into his mouth, pushing her pelvis against him when she wanted him to suck harder, and moving ever so slightly up or down in the bed to guide his tongue to her most rapturous part of the moment. He fingered her with his other hand, thrusting hard, then slipping out of her, then thrusting into her again with gathering force while his tongue worked her clit steadily. Her continued moaning ended abruptly only to be replaced by an orgasmic cry that went on for several minutes. Her arms strained hard against the binding holding her in place. When she went silent, he entered her, pushing himself all the way into her, thrusting this way, then that way, discovering and rediscovering sensations Felicia had all but forgotten. They moaned in unison, their sweat mixing as he nuzzled his face to her neck. They smelled of sex. When he finally came inside her, she felt, not an orgasm, but a series of tiny but pleasurable ripples in her cunt reverberating from the cessation of frictional motion. She quickly discovered she could intensify them by contracting her muscles against his still ejaculating prick. Then they slept for two hours. ------- The following day, after John left for work, Argie dressed carefully, wanting to make a good appearance with the Doctor. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and turned to gaze at her profile. Still looking at herself, she reached down and opened a bureau drawer containing her blouses. She took out a sheer white silk and held it up against her. It was almost, but not quite translucent. She nodded, and put the blouse down on the top of the bureau; a moment later, she unhooked her bra and took it off. Argie put the blouse on and settled herself in the silky garment by shaking her shoulders. She looked at herself critically in the mirror, cocked her head to the left, then the right and shrugged to see whether her nipples showed. Her areola were almost totally visible to a discerning glance. With a wry smile, she rubbed the silken material against them to gauge whether she would find the friction comfortable during a full hot day. Finally, Argie decided that she would and removed the blouse, and put the bra back on. Then she tried the white blouse on again, and studied herself in the mirror. She smiled at her image and reached for a short skirt, which she knew showed her legs to their best advantage. Argie was at Doctor Gladstone's office fifteen minutes early, revealing her anxiety. As she entered the outer office a chime announced her entry. There was no one else in the room and the receptionist's desk was empty. A minute or two after her arrival, the inside door opened and Doctor Gladstone peered through the door. "Hi," it's Argie, right?" "Yes," Argie, Argie Franck. Oh, but you know that already," she said, and felt stupid for blundering about. "I'm glad you're early. I like that. Please come in and let's talk," the doctor said with a broad smile. Argie got up and followed Doctor Gladstone into her office. When they were seated, Doctor Gladstone began by saying, "So tell me Argie, I hope you don't mind my calling you that and please call me Rachel... now, what caused you to call and inquire about becoming a sexual surrogate?" "Well, you are treating John..." "Yes, I am, but other than the conversation we've already had, I really can't go into any more detail about his treatment. I hope you understand." "Oh, I do," Argie said, "This is about me. I mean, you can work with me as well as John, there's not any conflict is there?" "Not so far, no, please continue." "Well, it sort of goes like this. John's been fooling around... forever, I guess," she paused eyeballing the doctors reaction thus far, crossed her legs and went on. "You know I just found out. I mean, like I thought I was happily married... hell, I was happily married; only John wasn't." Argie halted her diatribe for a moment, and collected her thoughts. "Gee, I thought I had my thoughts together. I mean, I did, but right now I'm kinda confused." Doctor Gladstone smiled and said, "Take your time, Argie; I know this is difficult for you." "Yeah, thanks. Well, okay, I learned of his many infidelities and I went and got myself laid good and proper. A guy named Milo. He's a nice guy and great in bed." Doctor Gladstone arched an eyebrow, caught herself and her face quickly returned to one of stone-like compassion. "Anyway, John and I had a fight. I guess that was inevitable, given the circumstances and all. He didn't like it that I had been with another guy. Not one bit, but hey, what's good for one should be good for the other, right?" Doctor Gladstone nodded and Argie continued. "So, we ended the arguing and talked, really talked. For the first time in ages, we had a conversation with both sides listening to the other. I told him flat out that I didn't believe him when he insisted he'd put an end to his whoring. I told him that I was going to find other lovers beside Milo. He didn't like it at all. Finally, he agreed to join Sex Addicts Anonymous." "Yes," Doctor Gladstone said, and crossed her legs. Argie did the same, switching and placing her right leg over her left. "I gave him the address. Do you know if he went to today's meeting?" "No, I haven't seen him since this morning when he left for work. But I can tell you we made up yesterday and had some really terrific sex." Doctor Gladstone felt a tingle in her loins and asked, "That's wonderful, I hope it marked the beginning of a new chapter in your marriage together. But... you're here asking about becoming a surrogate, why?" "John's not about to give up his women. We sort of came to terms on that. I'm going to have lovers too. There's no way he's going looking and I'm staying home. So I was thinking if I'm going to take on a series of lovers, perhaps I can do some good, too." "Could you clarify what you mean by 'good'?" Doctor Gladstone asked. "Sure, first the selfish part. I think that working through a doctor's office, my clients would be safe from having STD's, am I right?" "That's basically a good assumption, but remember, even if a patient has a clean bill of health today, they can come down with AIDS tomorrow and you'll never know it. In the surrogate business it's always advisable for one or both partners to use protection." Obviously this hadn't occurred to Argie and she worried her lower lip as the doctor's words sank in. "Even so, they would be relatively safer than picking someone up in a bar, right?" "I expect so. But the reason is probably different than what you're thinking." "Really, how so?" "The reason they're in need of a sexual surrogate is because they need to measure... some form of assistance in performing the act of sex." "Oh," Argie said and began drumming the fingers of her left hand on her right knee. "Look, Argie. Think of it this way. The concerns motivating someone to seek out a surrogate partner range from general anxieties to specific dysfunctions. With males it involves dissatisfaction with their orgasm, ejaculation, or erection difficulties. A female's sexual issues might involve difficulties with orgasmic release or with penetration. Please understand that clients of either gender may seek therapy to address problems relating to: A. lack of experience B. fear of intimacy C. shame or anxiety regarding sex," The doctor paused for a moment, and then went on, "and also, D. they might have a low-level of arousal, or even, E. a lack of sexual desire." "It's not an easy thing becoming a surrogate partner," Doctor Gladstone said, warming up to the subject. She had not had this type conversation with anyone since interning years earlier. "Argie, a surrogate has to cultivate a bond, or trust with the client. You're asking them to reveal their innermost thoughts and fears. They're being asked to be honest and intimate with you and in return hope to gain meaningful benefits from the association." "So," Argie said, tentatively, "it's not just a matter of hopping into bed with them." "No! Quite the contrary. Your job would be to bring them to a point from which they learn how to develop trust, how to create a satisfying relationship, and are able to see that the same potential exists for future relationships. Eventually they reach a point where they feel ready to explore similar kinds of interactions with partners of their own choosing." "It sounds kind of overwhelming to me," Argie said, her eyes downcast. Doctor Gladstone picked up on Argie's disillusionment and said kindly, "Argie, it is hard work. The success ratio isn't all that high. Many people cannot reach the point at which they put themselves in your hands. But when they do, the reward is one that is not easily matched in any profession." "Um, I guess I should ask how the process actually works," Argie said, less doubtful than a minute earlier. "Good point. There are two primary formats for this therapy. The first is Open-ended Therapy. Here the client typically sees the surrogate once a week, in 1-2 hour sessions, until the 3-way team consisting of the patient, you and me, decide that the therapy is completed. An average length of therapy appears to encompass 30 to 48 hours with the surrogate partner. The other way is through Intensive Therapy. This is structured to accommodate clients who do not have a local therapist and surrogate team, the client sees the therapist and surrogate on a daily basis for a predetermined length of time usually 10-14 days. In both instances, the decision to end therapy is made mutually between client, therapist and surrogate partner when the revised goals of therapy are met. The process of closure celebrates the uniqueness of each relationship, honors everyone's feelings, and directs attention to the client's future. From what I've heard about this process, each client will remain indelibly in your memory for years to come." "Oh, wow!" Argie gushed, "That's awesome." "Now for the bad news," the doctor said. "Bad news?" Argie said, and went pale. "Well, not actually, I'm sorry, I should have phrased that better. What I meant was... if you proceed with being a surrogate, you won't be working with me; I don't do that form of therapy. However, I would be happy to give you a referral to a colleague of mine, who does a good deal of therapy in this field. His name is Dr. Everett Coughlin, and his office is just around the corner. Would you like me to call him and set up an appointment for you?" Argie thought for a minute before giving her answer. She did want to do this, it sounded difficult, but the thought of working with men who really needed loving care remained foremost in her mind and she found herself nodding at first, then found her voice and said, "Yes, yes of course, please do that doctor. I appreciate it. I appreciate everything you've taken the time to tell me about the subject.' Doctor Gladstone made the call and an appointment was made to see Dr. Coughlin in two hours. "Would you be free for lunch, by any chance, Doctor? My treat, I really would like to spend some more time with you," Argie said. Doctor Gladstone stood up and offered her hand to Argie, saying, "I'd love to, but I have a patient in fifteen minutes, and need to go over some notes beforehand; but, some other time perhaps." Argie shook hands with the doctors and with the disappointment evident on her face left the doctor's office and had lunch nearby, killing time until her appointment with Doctor Coughlin. ------- Chapter 4: Doctor Coughlin Argie had been waiting patiently for thirty-four minutes when Dr. Coughlin came out to meet her. She jumped slightly when the handsome, dark-haired man breezed confidently into the room and extended his large hand to her. "Hi," he said in a resounding baritone, "You must be Mrs. Franck. I'm Dr. Everett Coughlin. Sorry, if I kept you waiting." He held onto her hand, almost caressing it for that extra lingering moment of contact. "Hi, yes... I'm Argie Franck," she answered with a small voice. "Thank you for seeing me." She couldn't take her eyes off him, he was... like a Greek god, handsome, strong, and virile looking. Her legs went weak, and for the next few moments she dizzyingly imagined it was he that she would be making love to. As he released her hand, Dr. Coughlin smiled and gestured toward his open office door. "Please, come in to my office and talk." Argie found his office unlike any other Doctor's office she'd ever visited. Soft music drifted through the pleasantly decorated room, and scented candles flickered here and there as the two of them settled in. Dr. Coughlin directed Argie to sit on a large leather couch arranged so she was required to place her legs straight out in front of her. She crossed her ankles and smoothed out her short dress modestly, while he took a seat in a comfortable chair facing her. "All right," he began, "let's talk about why you are here, Argie. I assume you know what we do at the clinic, and the delicate nature of our work." Argie cleared her throat, suddenly finding herself quite timid about discussing such things with a stranger, albeit a very handsome one. "Yes... Rachel, um, Doctor Gladstone, was kind enough to provide me with a rather detailed overview after I approached her about becoming a surrogate." "Well, yes," Dr. Coughlin said, "I just need to know where to begin in explaining our work. I think it's best if I'm very direct with you about what we do. What I'm about to tell you may surprise or even shock you. You may find that the problems that we deal with or the methods we use to deal with them are distasteful to you. If so, I understand. In all of the years since the clinic was established nearly half the women I've interviewed for positions here have found it impossible to participate in our program. Whatever your reaction, be honest with me and don't be embarrassed about it. Do you understand?" Argie nodded affirmatively, thinking, 'This is getting very interesting.' "With that said," the doctor continued, "you need to know first off our clinic specializes in dealing with people... primarily men, who suffer from some form of sexual dysfunction." Argie's face brightened as she replied, "Oh, yes, I understand. That's why I want to help." A look of puzzlement crossed Doctor Coughlin's face. "What?" he said, and Argie leaped in and summarized her reasons for wanting to become a surrogate. After hearing her out, Doctor Coughlin said, "We deal with men who can't get or maintain an erection, who can't achieve orgasm, or who are unable to satisfy their sexual partner because of some other problem such as premature ejaculation or perhaps just poor technique. I hope you're not volunteering as a form of revenge... or getting even with your husband because he's cheating on you." "No, no! You don't quite understand, doctor. John... my husband is addicted to sex. He can't help himself. Or at least he hasn't tried to help himself... until now. He's joined Sex Addicts Anonymous. He's making an attempt to control his desires... his impulses, and I am encouraging him. Dr. Gladstone is his doctor..." "I see," said Dr. Coughlin, although he didn't really see the whole pattern as yet. "Does this present a problem, Doctor?" Argie pressed. "No, that's not a problem. Everyone has their own reason for entering the surrogate field. Um, I take it then that you are... um, comfortable with the subject matter?" Argie felt his eyes upon her legs and realized that in the course of explaining herself to him, she had parted them significantly and he was looking up her skirt. Blushing with embarrassment, she forced herself to slowly close them, after rejecting the impulse to cross one leg over the other. 'That would really give him a look at my pussy, ' she told herself. "This may sound strange, in that you say your husband is addicted to sex, but has there ever been a time when he... shall we say, couldn't get it up?" Argie thought about his question before replying. "Honestly, Doctor, I don't believe so. I do know... he keeps a kind of diary. It was something he was doing for Dr. Gladstone, to bring her abreast..." Argie paused, wondering if that last was a Freudian slip, then went on. "... bring her abreast of his sex life." She paused again before continuing. "I listened to part of it... that's how I discovered his sex addiction. Anyway, I was able to recall that following several of his... escapades, he came home and we had sex. I might add that with John, the sex is always good." "Do you enjoy sexual intercourse, Mrs. Franck?" "Yes, yes I do." "According to you, there was a sexual liaison with a man... Milo?" "That's correct." "You felt no guilt about this?" No, none whatsoever. It's funny, I had thought I might feel terrible about it, but afterward I felt wonderful. And the following day was more of the same. In fact I had Milo over while John was at work." Dr. Coughlin unconsciously adjusted himself and Argie noted with some degree of satisfaction that he had an erection. Slowly, she crossed her legs and covertly watched his eyes dart toward them. "I'm pleased that you can speak about sexual activities without reservation," he said, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Oh sure, I'm comfortable with talking about sex," Argie said, feeling more comfortable now. "I mean, if you need more actual details, I don't mind getting into that either," she said lightly. "We don't need to probe that deeply, Mrs. Franck." "Please, call me Argie, as if my name were two letters, you know, R. G.?" "But it's actually spelled A-R-G-I-E?" "Right!" she chirped delightedly, on finding he knew just how to spell her name. "So many people can't spell it," she said, re-crossing her legs. "Argie..." Coughlin began, "is, or will your husband be aware of what you'll be doing here?" "He will. And he won't complain about it either. We've reached a compromise. He will still have his affairs and I'll have mine. I just thought that since I'll be having sex more often than not, I might do some good, you know, help those unfortunate and all." "All right then, let me give you some information. I know you may already have heard some of this, but I want to make sure you've heard my version," Doctor Coughlin said with a warm smile. "Our clients usually come from referrals from qualified therapists, although there is the occasional walk-in." "We screen them for physiological, pharmacological and other easily treatable conditions for sexual dysfunction before ushering them into the surrogate's waiting arms as it were." Argie nodded and returned his smile as he continued. "Surrogacy takes two forms: open-ended long-term, which consists of weekly visits, or if weekly visits are a geographic impossibility, a one-week intensive session that includes 18 hours with a surrogate and seven hours with a therapist for $3,000. There is also the occasional two-week intensive session, that's 38 hours with the surrogate and 14 hours with a therapist for $8000. All that money comes from the client. It's not covered by insurance." "May I ask a question, Doctor?" "Certainly, Argie, may I call you Argie?" "Yes, of course. Tell me, why isn't a person who takes money for these sexual encounters a prostitute?" "My understanding is that in Texas, it depends on the intent. The intent in our work is therapeutic, so you are not prostituting yourself. To be honest, if you were a prostitute, you'd be earning a hell of a lot more money than $150 an hour," Doctor Coughlin said. "You see, to be effective, you must touch the patient. Touch is a tool that is necessary, but it is only one of many tools utilized in therapy. They also get the benefit of my intellect, and let us say, your intuition, at least in the beginning. The touching is one of the tools to help them, but it is not what they are contracting for. More importantly, there is never a guarantee for sexual intercourse." Doctor Coughlin surprised Argie by getting up. "Let me just dim some of these lights to make things a little more comfortable and we will get started," he said. Then busied himself adjusting some of the indirect lighting in the room until it was fairly dark only flickering candles cast a soft glow in the area where they were seated. He flipped another switch in a stereo cabinet and the soothing sound of waves gently crashing on a beach mingled and rose above the music. Doctor Coughlin joined Argie on the leather couch and said; "Erotic touching and sex are sometimes a part of the experience. In some cases, we have genital touch or erotic feeling. I would say that's only 5 to 10 percent of the total therapy experience and only if it makes sense clinically and is acceptable to both client and surrogate." "Yes, I understand all that," Argie said with just a hint of impatience. Doctor Coughlin recognized it and picked up his pace. He laughed and placed his right hand on her bare knee. The heat of his touch sent a lightning bolt to her crotch. "Despite our fevered imaginings," he went on, "nudity may not be part of a session for weeks or months, if it ever is. The first session with a client is a lengthy interview. The next session will involve verbal exercises, in which the client asks for what he wants. The idea is for people to verbalize. If they have a huge fear of rejection, even to get it out of their mouth is a victory," he told her, as they made eye contact. "They get to ask for what they want," he said and gave her knee a light squeeze, "without the intent of it getting carried through, just to ask for what they want and to hear you say, yes." "The actual physical exercises start slowly. All the exercises are about retraining someone to get out of their head and be more present with the other person." His hand began to move upward on her thigh, Argie was still staring into his eyes, almost hypnotized by the smooth tone of his voice. "The touching exercise is called SENSATE FOCUS," he said and began to massage the ball of her shoulder with his left hand. Then, opening the fingers of his right hand, he moved an additional few inches until touching the edge of her panties. "Okay, now, please close your eyes, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to be absolutely truthful with your answers. Do you understand?" She closed her eyes and nodded, shifting around slightly on the couch until she was completely comfortable and relaxed. "You said you feel uninhibited sexually, that you are not afraid to let go?" "Yes, usually..." she replied. "When do you enjoy sex most?" "I guess when I feel completely relaxed and not worried about anything," she admitted, having taken a moment to reflect. "What kinds of things do you worry about during sex, Argie? Do you worry about reaching orgasm?" "No, well... I almost always come," she said, feeling the butterflies take flight in her belly and she unconsciously raised her knees slightly off the couch. "You do have orgasms, don't you?" "Yes..." she said softly, "I... just said..." Argie was shocked, for it sounded like she was slurring her words. 'Was something wrong with her?' She wondered. "Are your orgasms better when you are having sex with your husband, or when you masturbate?" Argie couldn't help opening her eyes slightly and glancing at him. "Um, probably when I have sex..." she whispered, feeling somewhat ashamed at revealing such personal information, but at the same time a feeling exhilaration filled her. This time she had spoken clearly and succinctly. Argie thought it a victory of sorts and then realized the doctor was still speaking to her. "Did someone tell you that masturbation is wrong? "Did someone tell you that sex is dirty-especially oral sex?" "Well, sure... my parents... and people at church," she admitted, ruefully and started to bite a fingernail, would have, but his hand touched hers and she moved the errant hand to her lap. "Can you have multiple orgasms?" "I think so," she answered, as if the question caught her off guard. His voice dropped an octave, for he was well aware how seductive a man's voice could be to a woman, and he almost spoke to her in a whisper. "Not everyone likes being touched in the same way. It is about building trust and communication skills." He paused for a moment and saw that her face and neck had taken on a flush indicating a certain high level of sexual excitement. He began to lightly tickle her neck, running his hand from just under her ear and down to her elbow. "I..." Argie found herself murmuring, "Like the way you're touching me." She was amazed that she had even been able to voice the words. She was incredibly hot; wanting to feel him inside her, hoping that was where this was leading; wondering how big his penis was. She felt herself melting, and nestled her head into the hollow under his chin. His hand moved confidently now, to the damp juncture between her legs. He kissed the top of her head and he began to caress the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow. "So," she stammered, and then asked meekly, "you want to have sex in the office?" "Well, that depends on you, its part of the procedure. What I mean is, by having sex with you I can determine how much additional experience is necessary, what your needs are, what you may or may not be comfortable with." What do you mean?" she asked, trying to focus her clouded eyes on the handsome man next to her. "You want to fuck me... here... now?" "We could go more slowly, if that's what you prefer. There's no urgency. I just thought that, well. There's no time like the present." However, his hand left her sex and dropped downward until it cupped her knee. Argie moaned lightly at the sudden loss of his hand from her sex. 'Still, ' she told herself, 'his touch was exquisite.' "No, let's start now," Argie heard herself say, as if from a long way off. She wasn't sure if she could work up enough nerve to go through this again, or with another therapist. She wanted to go through with it, and leaned her head back to look at him. Doctor Coughlin leaned forward and captured her lips with his. The kiss was soft, sensual, and closed, as he used his lips to massage hers; capturing her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Argie had never been kissed so expertly before. She was close to sensory overload as he continued sucking and chewing ever so gently on her lip. Argie stopped breathing. The doctor, aware of everything that was going on in both his own sensory system and Argie's, began a mental countdown, while at the same time allowing his right hand to desert her knee and surge back to her sex, delving under her panties to explore the crease where the top of her thigh met her torso. Argie shuddered and began breathing again. 'Twenty-six seconds, ' Coughlin told himself smugly, 'what's my record... fifty-three? Yeah, that Agnes from Tucson, last fall.' "Lift your hips up, dear," he said quietly, and Argie readily complied. He deftly removed her panties and tossed them aside. Argie was breathing faster, she was aware that she had lubricated, a little more than usual, and was concerned that she might leave a stain on the couch. His finger finally brushed over her moistened folds and Argie's legs parted, whether voluntary or not he couldn't be sure. Slowly, he moved his right leg over hers, and when it was firmly lodged between her thighs, he used it to open her wider and sent his index finger probing into her slick, open vulva. "Oh!" she gasped with pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it? Don't you like to be free and naked? I know I do." Doctor Coughlin began plunging his finger in and out of her, and with his other hand hedeftly caressed her clitoris as it emerged from under its hood. "Um," he sighed, "your cunny is yearning to be touched and kissed, isn't it?" "Yeah," she moaned, "Yeah." "Oh, yes, you want that, don't you? To be kissed and licked and touched down there. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" he murmured, as he lowered his mouth to the little triangle tuft of dirty blonde hair. "To have the lips of your sex touched and caressed by someone's mouth... like this." "Oh, Christ," she moaned, "I... I..." Argie felt his hot breath first, then, as his lips made contact with her drenched opening, an electric jolt surged through her. Once again, she had trouble breathing. Somewhere in the distance she heard waves crashing, but the sound was no match for the thundering beat of her heart echoing in her ears. The doctor's strong, gentle hands slid under her thighs and moved them further apart. In her mind's eye, she saw the pointed tip of his tongue as it danced up and down her slickened groove. Argie shuddered and her veins flooded with intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention, and prayed his tongue would find it soon. Then, as his talented tongue made contact with her sensitive folds, she had a fleeting thought. 'This man was the best lover she had ever met, or would ever meet. Better than John, better than Milo, better than the others she had experimented with over the years before her marriage. None of them, not a one, came anywhere close to this man, and he had yet to fuck her!' Doctor Coughlin inhaled her musky scent before tasting Argie's sweet nectar, and made her gasp with pleasure. He spread her glistening vaginal lips open with two fingers of his left hand while he lapped at her furiously, letting her succulent taste wash over his palate. He switched tactics, moving to a slower approach. Argie gripped, then clutched the cushion of the couch. Her aroused body was already stirring with the first tremors of orgasm. His mouth moved languidly on her, tantalizing, even tormenting her by not hurrying. Argie felt the little button at the center of her sex pulsing, aching for his touch, and as if reading her mind, he swiped his knowing tongue directly over her pearl. Argie's entire body went rigid against him. She cried out and would have left long, deep welts on his back with her tearing fingernails had he not been wearing a medical jacket over his shirt. "Did you just come?" He inquired gently. "Mmmmm," she managed in reply. "Good, I'm going to undress now, and then I'll enter you, all right?" "Mmmmm... yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck me, doctor, fuck me good!" Dr. Coughlin quickly removed his shoes and socks, opened his slacks and released his erection. Then he took off his jacket and shirt, kicked his slacks off, hopping around on one foot momentarily when the cuff caught onto his right ankle. A moment later he shimmied out of his boxers, and holding his impressive nine-inch penis in his right hand, returned to Argie, who lay still before him on the leather couch. Argie was aware of what he was doing, but all she could concentrate on was the overpowering pleasure radiating out from between her legs. Then she felt his weight descending upon her and a great shudder of anticipation rocked her lithe frame. He gave her clit a light lick and her orgasm returned, milder perhaps, but rewarding all the same. He found her hand and gently guided it until her fingers touched him; first Argie sensed his wiry hair, and then the solid column of veined flesh brushed against her knuckles, then her palm. He abandoned her hand, moving his fingers to her bra and clasped her right nipple. His mouth and tongue then commenced the final assault to bring her over the edge. No stranger to a hardened prick, Argie gripped him firmly and began to pump the warm, hard, velvety flesh, exhilarating in the feel of the ridges and contours of his sizable shaft. She felt his hot breath on her opening as he lapped hungrily at her. He sent his longest finger into her, curled it back and twisted it from side to side within her soggy channel. Her breathing was already ragged, but still Argie let loose a loud groan as her churning hips rose up violently from the leather couch. Her free hand went to the top of his head, urging his mouth to tease, to suck, even bite her swollen clit. He gave her the full treatment then, halting his licking, and moving slightly higher to her mons. Then, with her mound squirming delightedly just under his chin, he began to munch on the small triangular patch of pubic hair. Surprisingly, no one had ever done this to Argie before, and she delighted in the new sensations for a moment or two before the doctor leaned lower and swiped his tongue from the opening of her cunt, right to the little cleft just above her clit. Almost instantaneously, Argie began coming. He kept going, twirling his tongue over the sensitive area, while gently holding her outer folds apart. She was writhing and moaning and screamed ecstatically when his fingers tenderly graced the area on either side of her exposed clit and drummed lightly. Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus. Oh. Jesus!" she shrieked, as her tortured cunt seemed to explode around his mouth. Contraction after contraction rippled through her lower extremities, and Doctor Coughlin sighed with satisfaction, and contented himself with bestowing light, butterfly kisses on her genital area, carefully avoiding the more sensitive spots, and gradually permitting Argie to float back from her brief visit to the clouds of joy and back to Earth. ------- Chapter 5: The Learning Curve, Part 2 "I think it time you got out of those clothes, Argie," Doctor Coughlin said smoothly. But Argie was still locked away in the never-never land of orgiastic bliss and didn't hear a word he said. So, as she was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, he quickly removed her sweater and grinned when he saw she wore a translucent bra. Is eyes widened when her perfectly rounded globes bounced and jiggled upon release, and her little pink nipples stood up proud and erect, begging for his attention. Dr. Coughlin took hold of her skirt, bunched around her waist, and tugged at it until she leaned forward and allowed him to pull it over her head and off. Argie was only vaguely aware that she was being undressed; that someone was lying down with her on the couch. The doctor snaked his arm around her and gently pulled her soft flesh against his. She scooted back against him, feeling safe and warm in his strong embrace. Abruptly she realized where she was and whom she was with, and her sexual hunger returned full-strength. "Doctor... that was fantastic!" she said, already breathing heavily again. "Easy now," he said. "Want me to lick you some more?" "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Of course, but remember, this is a lesson in touching; in getting to know one another. It's not a fast roll in the sack, Argie, we're making love. We're... I'm showing you how to deal with a patient who is not currently capable of showing a good deal of passion, or even demonstrating affection. You see how I've turned you on?" "Brother, have you ever turned me on," she said, then giggled. "Get ready, I'm about to turn you on even more," he said. "I can't wait..." she exclaimed as his finger slid easily inside her, causing her to moan, "Oh, doctor!" Another finger followed the first, and Argie was humping back at them while gnawing at the thumb of her left hand with her teeth. Coughlin steered his tongue to her clit, gave it a strident lick and Argie shrieked out her joy. "YES! RIGHT THERE!" Coughlin spent ten seconds; ten long, lingering seconds, sucking on the tiny protuberance that had emerged from under its protective hood before backing away to observe her reaction. Argie's nostrils flared as she inhaled his smell, unconsciously labeling it as a mix of musk, sweat and sex that she would remember for years afterward. He leaned close to Argie and whispered softly in her ear, "You're beautiful Argie, absolutely beautiful." He cupped both her breasts, and fondled them gently. He laughed delightedly as her nipples shot out stiff and hard in his palms. Then he returned to eating her out. "Aaaaaggghh!" Argie shrieked, as she thrashed her pelvis with uncontrollable joy, striving to compel his fingers deeper and his mouth tighter. But the doctor, extremely knowledgeable in this area, withdrew his fingers a little and took his mouth away from her drooling sex. Her hips settled back down, and she wailed forlornly at losing contact with him. Coughlin spent a minute stroking her flanks, delving into the cleft of her ass, making her moan anew at his touches there. Then he stopped and waited patiently before taking her to the next level. When Argie calmed slightly, Coughlin kissed her on the lips, then kissed each eye in turn and whispered into her ear, "Concentrate on me... and my cock." "I am, Doctor, I am," she moaned. "And your tongue and soft hands, and fingers... Oh... Oh... OHHHHH!" Argie shifted position and lay back on the leather couch with one leg strewn lewdly over the back, and the other with her toes barely touching the floor. With cunt fully exposed to his viewing pleasure, he knelt beside her and gazed at her sexual portal for a moment, admiring its puffy state of development while the juices flowing freely from her inner self. Then he began anew. Starting with her left thigh, he licked upward from the top of her knee, the length of her cunt to her clit, which he sucked briefly. And then he repeated the process on her left leg. When he reached her cunt this time, he plunged his tongue into her as far as it would go, then began fucking her with it and at the same time, his right hand reached up and grasped a nipple and toyed with it. Argie moaned with pleasure, nearly overwhelmed by it all. 'How did he ever learn all this?' she wondered briefly, then forgot she ever thought of it as she surrendered herself to the cataclysmic beginnings of a fantastic orgasm that had rushed up on her. She vaguely remembered his taking both her hands and entwining his fingers with them, and then placing them on her breasts, generating a new sensation to go with the others. Then everything blurred. His mouth had fastened upon her clit and she was coming again -- coming, coming! Coughlin stroked his thick penis; one of his overly zealous lovers had once measured his circumference with a tape measure, and had amazed the both of them, pronouncing him to be seven inches around. He glanced at Argie, saw that she would soon be ready to continue, placed a pillow under her behind; knelt between her legs on the couch, and then placed each leg in turn upon his broad shoulders. He smiled and leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on her sopping thin crop of pubic hair. She moaned, and placed a finger in her mouth. Her eyes were closed, but her pelvic muscles had already begun twitching. He licked her folds twice, then parted them with two fingers from his left hand, exposing her coral colored inner flesh. Instinctively, Argie's hips began moving in a bucking motion, and as she became aware of her surroundings, discovered she was humping her very wet cunt against the doctor's face, soaking the area around his mouth. His mouth felt so wonderfully good on her and she felt another orgasm approaching. As she prepared to let loose an anticipatory guttural scream of pleasure, she heard him say, "I'm going to enter you now." Argie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on his hands and fingers gliding over her sweat streaked skin. She had a vague recollection of his taking her to the very brink of ecstasy and beyond only a few short minutes ago; and that they had yet to screw one another. "Feel the heat building up inside you?" he asked. She was silent for a moment, as she tried to fathom the meaning behind his question, and then gave up, replying, "Are you kidding?" A moment later, a soft, low moan escaped her lips, and her eyes fluttered shut as she trembled with mounting desire. Coughlin took the opportunity to whisper to her over the sound of the soft, rhythmic music playing in the background,"Notice every sensation you feel from now on," and he began to hum along with the music as his fingers walked along the lips of her labia, teasing her even more. Then he had two fingers churning away inside her, causing Argie to lunge up in a futile attempt to force them deeper, but anticipating her move he was already pulling them out and she whimpered sadly at the loss. Argie felt as though she was almost there... had been on the edge several times since last coming and couldn't fathom his reason for not letting her come and then come again. In the back of her mind she heard his words again, ""Notice every sensation you feel from now on..." she nodded her head in a vague sort of understanding. She began to feel feverish from wanting him inside her. Doctor Coughlin chose that moment to thrust his hips forward, squashing the blunt head of his member between her slickened, swollen labia. Argie groaned and quickly pushed back against him to hasten the entry of his steel-like shaft inside her. "Slowly, now," he said, warning her against being overly aggressive in humping back at him. He fed only the head of his cock into her. Argie was going crazy wanting him firmly embedded inside her and moaned loudly at him, urging him to "Fuck me! Please, fuck me now!" Still he waited, counting to twenty and only then did he slide slowly into her. Argie was coming again. She stopped breathing, and unbeknownst to her, the doctor began counting again, this time to see how long she could manage before passing out, or coughing air back into her lungs. It was a favorite game of his by which he measured his control over women. He eased into her, inch by inch. Her vaginal muscles clenched him as if to tug him into her at a faster rate which he was willing to provide her. Coughlin smiled at this, pleased that she had such muscle control. He knew that in a short time she would learn how to use them to achieve even better results. Finally, he was buried to the hilt in her grasping succulence. She moaned with satisfaction, shuddering from the mini-climax that was still in progress. In her rather hazy-minded state, Argie realized that she was having a number of climaxes, each one slightly different from the one preceding it, all of them wonderful. Still, she sensed that a mighty orgasm still lay ahead; one that she would not reach until he wanted her to. "Argie, can you hear me?" He asked. "Um, uh-huh." "I'm going to demonstrate the beneficial effects of motion; that is, when I, or even you move faster, a greater amount of friction is generated. I know that we're in the middle of a lovely fuck, but still, this is what you must be keenly aware of when working with your patient. "Huh?" she replied, obviously disoriented by the tumultuous pleasures bombarding her senses. Coughlin chucked, pulled his cock back until only the tip remained in her cunt. Argie moaned at the loss. "Please pay attention!" he said, trying not to make it sound as if he were scolding her. Then he slammed back into her, heard the air whoosh from her lungs and realized he had forgotten to keep count on her breathing and mentally chided himself, 'Getting old, I guess, ' he thought, then began a series of rapid thrusting, virtually hammering his member into her with each and every thrust. "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" She shrieked and shuddered, as her climax -- a rapid succession of them, actually -- each increasing in its intensity as they flowed over her like a gigantic tsunami. Gradually, Coughlin slowed his pace, and in a matter-of-fact tone told her, "I would point out that one benefit of your having your legs on my shoulders is that I have easy access to your... clit." That said, he caressed the fleshy hood of her throbbing clit, eliciting an even greater climax than the ones preceding it. Argie's eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Blinding lights flashed in her head and her lithe body convulsed in another fireworks-like series of orgasms, while Argie grabbed desperately at Doctor Coughlin, her muscles strained to their limits, trying to get him to stop for a moment, to give her a chance to breathe, a chance to think and then she let herself go, too tired to fight it or him any longer. She passed out. Coughlin made sure she was breathing properly, and then gave her several minutes to revive herself, which she did. "Excellent," he said, as her eyes opened. He remained fully embedded in her, and she found that comforting, she knew she would be sore from his excessive pounding later, and throughout the following day. A fleeting thought passed through her mind, 'No fuckee for John tomorrow... or for Milo either, ' she told herself, concluding the thought. The doctor's voice reached her once again. "How did you like your multiple orgasms?" "They were... lovely," she said, sounding exhausted, which she very definitely was, at the moment. "Shall we continue then?" "You're not finished with me?" she asked incredulously. "No, I have learned to control my orgasms. In fact, I can do this for hours on end." "Oh, shit!" Argie exclaimed, "Well, I can't!" He laughed as he lowered her legs from his shoulders and positioned her on her hands and knees. "Not my ass, please not my ass!" Argie begged. "Not to worry, my love," he said, kneeling behind her. He tapped her ass with his member and then sent it quickly back into the depths of her cunt. "OH, DAMN!" she swore, and then moaned happily, as a bevy of pleasing sensations soared through her nervous system. He reached around her to locate her clitoris again and agilely plied it with his soft, experienced fingers. She moaned. He thrust. She groaned. He thrust faster, and was soon banging against her cervix with a regularity she found excruciatingly pleasant. Unable to contain herself, Argie screamed out in pleasure, her head drooped and her long, silky hair fanned out over the cushions. Coughlin, still lodged firmly with her, began to torment her clit with his thumb. "Yeah, MORE!" she gasped, as the sweat from their bodies caused her to slip a little and Coughlin was almost displaced from her cunt. Recovering, he slammed into her harder, faster and Argie's climaxes began anew. Coughlin noted that her nerves were frayed and her emotions almost worn out, and decided to finish them both off. He flexed his buttocks harder than before; savagely pounding into her. Grunting and sweating profusely, he reveled in the feel of their wet flesh slapping against each other. "Do you want me to come inside you?" He asked in a voice strained from the effort of his fucking. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she answered, feeling his bloated balls slapping heavily at her ass. He held off, waiting for her next climax to arrive and as it did; with her cunt twitching and pulsing around his pistoning cock, he groaned into her ear: "Here we come!" The words caused her eyes to fly open and her mouth opened to emit a silent scream of pleasure. He slammed into her one last time and she felt his molten sperm rocketing into the condom he wore to protect them both. Argie sensed several exquisite seconds of marvelous bliss and then collapsed in an unconscious state as this mighty orgasm completely overwhelmed her. A moment or two later, Coughlin's member reluctantly slipped from her gaping slit with an obscene, wet smacking sound... and her juices quickly followed, seeping from her opening and onto her right thigh and then the couch. Coughlin fell forward to, also exhausted. He eased himself down onto the floor with the beautiful woman he had just made love too. Argie was reviving and gasping for breath. Her body was trembling from the ordeal. Coughlin lay against her naked body, spoon-fashion, and stroked her soft skin tenderly. When she could finally speak, Argie rasped, "That was amazing, Doctor." "I'm glad you liked it," he whispered. "You are a wonderful student. So, do you approve of my sexual surrogate techniques?" She turned her head back slightly, and gazed at him. She giggled softly. "I can hardly wait for our next session." "Nor can I," he said and then they both laughed. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-01-06 Last Modified: 2006-01-07 / 12:29:31 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------