Then I sucked him.  I found his cock slimmer than mine.  He neared orgasm quickly certainly in less than five minutes of my sucking and licking up and down his shaft, until I felt him getting ready to cum.  Then using my hand I jerked him off all over his belly, not wanting to take his load in my mouth.  He was eager for more so I decided to use my own semi-hard shaft and with it I picked up blobs of his load and brought it to his lips where he eagerly ate every drop, licking my cock head, cleaning every bit I provided of his own juices and making me very hard once more.  I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go with our encounter but he did and began begging me to fuck him up the ass.

 

I had never fucked a guy in the ass and wasn’t too sure I wanted to, but he really begged and pleaded and at last I agreed.  He rolled onto his knees and reaching back pulled his ass checks apart displaying his puckered hole.  I lubricated my cock’s head and slowly worked it inside of his very hot, tight passage.  After a couple of minutes he was relaxing and my organ was enjoying his anal opening as he cried out with pleasure and intensity with every thrust of my cock up inside of him.

 

I laid him down enjoying seeing my cock leave his ass the small passage now wide open and begging for my penetration.  Lifting his one leg to turn him partly to the side I re-entered him and then began working in and out while rubbing his cock with my right hand.   He began to move wildly as I brought him off.  I wasn’t quite ready to give up the powerful feeling of making him cum while I fucked him and even though his cock was sensitive at first I kept right on to eventually make him cum a third time, just after I filled his body with my seed.  This was our one and only time together – he moved shortly afterward.

 

We arrived at their house on a Friday afternoon.  Rachel had left us a key, had food in the refrigerator for us, and a note, saying she would be home about 6pm.  She actually drug in obviously tired at 7.  She flopped in the couch.  Laying back she visited with us for a couple hours, just relaxing.  My wife Jenny moved over and sat at her feet, eventually pulling off her shoes and taking them in her lap.  Rachel moaned in pleasure when Jenny began massaging her foot commenting that her Herm didn’t ever rub her feet.

 

“Well just relax and enjoy,” Jenny assured her as we continued to visit, but Rachel’s words were now mixed into a nearly constant stream of moans and soft sighs of pleasure and conversation trailed off as Jenny moved her hands up onto Rachel’s calves, gently kneading, working up toward her knee.  Rachel flopped her other leg onto the floor and using it for leverage repositioned herself lower on the couch allowing Jenny, if she wished, better access to her upper leg.  I sat watching from 3 feet away, just the other sofa, my breathing quickening, my cock stirring with the possibilities.  At last, as I watched my wife begin running her fingers along Rachel’s inner thigh, I could leave things alone no longer and sitting on the floor I took her other leg in my hands and began working to catch up with Jenny, who smiled at me and slowed her pace until I had done the foot and calf, then joined her on the inner thigh.  By this time, Rachel’s short skirt had ridden up, so right at my eye level was the lovely sight of her sex, encased in a lacey thong.

 

Rachel was making distinctly sexual sounds now her eyes shut as my wife’s and my hands rubbed her inner thighs, only a few short inches shy of her womanhood.  Her nipples were clearly erect and pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse demanding their own share of attention, but they would have to wait a little longer.  Instead both Jenny and I ran our fingers eagerly over the skin at the edge of her thong, the crouch of which was now visibly soaked with Rachel’s arousal.

 

The moment of truth was fast approaching and I knew we were crossing over to a new level of friendship as I watch my wife running her fingers lightly over cleft of Rachel’s sex, now clearly outlined under the wet crouch of her thong.  I moved up toward Rachel’s face and kissed her hungrily, her mouth opening and her own tongue darting forth to play with mine.  I felt her lift her hips and glancing down I saw Jenny pulled the thong off showing us both our friend’s completely shaved vulva and light pink labia glistening with female juices.  I was frantically pulling Rachel’s shirt open as Jenny bent her head to pleasure her friend and in so doing would taste the very first female essence she’d ever had aside from her own.

 

Rachel gasped and cried out in delight as Jenny made contact with her sex just as I gained access to her bra clad D+ cup breasts.  I pulled the cups down revealing her white orbs  topped with stiff pink nipples which I quickly began teasing with my tongue before sucking them firmly feeling her arch upward encouraging me to provide even more pleasure for her nipples.  So I reached over and began tugging and twisting gently on the other nipple while playfully biting the starkly stiff nipple in between my lips her hands pressing my head harder to her breasts as she suddenly cried out her orgasm ripping through her body like an express train, her whole being convulsing as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her being.

 

When she came down to each once more she smiled at us both.  “I wanted to do this with you for twenty years!”  Then she stretched her back like a cat and purred.  Let go to bed.  I don’t think I’m going to be able to go to work tomorrow after fucking all night…then eying my cock making a huge bulge in my pants, she said, “I don’t think I’ll care either!”

 

And with that we all headed toward her bed, but that is a story for another time.

 

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Thus sexually frustrated women of all ages, single and married began to present in doctor’s offices with all manner of semi-vague symptoms, none of which fit any specific diagnosis except profound sexual frustration combined with the generalized, but very real discomfort of the unrelieved engorgement do to naturally occurring arousal (the female version of blue balls).  This mix of symptoms was eventually classified as the symptoms of female hysteria and encompassed both the physical and emotional manifestations.  Women, especially wives, were not expected to be sexually responsive creatures and few men knew how to truly pleasure their partners, hence for many a married women the marital bed consisted of frequent intercourse and accompanying arousal and yet virtually no relief, not from their spouse or themselves.  Teenage girls faced the same problem with massive hormonally induced arousal and no approved avenue for release.

The solution was simple cheap and profitable for the doctors.  They would manually masturbate the women to orgasm or orgasms as the case may be, although they didn’t refer to their treatments in this manner.  Nevertheless when a female of any age underwent such therapy the doctor sent them on their way feeling much better and sure to return whenever they were in need of more treatments for their condition.  It wasn’t unusual in those days for some children and including young female hardly into their teens to be routinely masturbated.   It not only guaranteed satisfied patients, but the profits formed a significant percentage of doctor’s incomes.

The story that follows in fiction, but it is based upon fact.  The circumstances about a certain young woman are recorded only in fragmentary form, but the event happened and while this was written about as an extreme case, there must have been scores if not hundreds or even thousands of lesser cases of girls considered to be horrifyingly abnormal just because they dared express an interest in satisfying their God given seual desires.

 

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The year is 1889 in France and thirteen year-old named Josette Legard is being seen for acute female hysteria and intractable masturbation in the office of Dr. Blundell.  It is her sixth visit in the last few months.  Dr. Blundell has tried most everything he could think of and yet nothing has worked from chastity belts to restraints.  The last visit he had used a metal probe, heated red hot to burn the girl’s clitoris causing her extreme agony at the time, but as soon as the burn had healed, she once more began to manifest symptoms of wantonness.  He’d decided to consult another physician at the University Medical College, a Dr. Jeher who recommended a most unusual experimental treatment.

          Hence little Josette found herself removed from her mother’s side and escorted into the medical college and prepared for treatment.  She was stripped then placed in stirrups where her tiny bit of new grown pubic hair was completely shaved, after which she was given numerous colonics, then exhausted she was led nude to a bed where she was tied spread-eagle and the nurses applied oil to her whole body teasing her sexually responsive areas to the point of climax repeatedly but leaving her restrained, firmly tied, sexually frustrated and completely infuriated until she at last slept in her impotent rage.  Her writhing and arousal were considered evidence of her disorder.  The next morning before sunup she was awakened, untied, allowed to void and then escorted still completely nude throughout much of the hospital in front of men and women, staff and visitors until at last she was escorted into an operating theater with a large observation area in which were seated scores of doctors and researchers all assembled for her treatment and she was appalled as any young girl would be to be so terribly exposed – her sex shaved and naked before all these men, but she knew not that the worst was still to come.

          The theater had an exam table with the head raised and stirrups for pelvic exam in place.  However unlike a normal exam table this one had two glistening metal cylinders pointing up toward the head of the table at a 45-degree angle.  They were about 10 inches long and maybe measured 4 inches around, so there were not huge, but as any virgin would she saw with some insight what they might be used for and shuddered in fear.

She was surrounded by, white-coated men, who suddenly lifted her in the air and onto the table where she found her legs held far apart, her exposed sex facing the crowd and then a thick salve was swabbed over her vaginal opening and thickly over her tiny anal passage.  Josette, have realized her body was designed for a purpose and like most young people she’d nor been blind when animals mated so she understood on some level that the man’s organ should enter her womanhood, but until this moment she’d never dreamed that something the size of those metal cylinders could be forced inside her tiny passages, but clearly they intended to do just that and as that thought became clear in her mind they moved her forward both cold metal objects entering her un-aroused body, the anal one forcing her passage wider than she’d ever been dilated while the vaginal probe found and painfully tore her hymen away as she writhed in agony, restrained in the arms of her unexpected torturers.  There was no sounds in the huge room except for her screams but the men ignored her pain and terror and just continued forcing the probes all the way in, then forced her to lay back on the bed as strong leather straps were cinched down to hold her in place. When all was set, her screams had, at last, died down to moaning as her body adjusted to the violations.  Then one of the gathered doctors reached into a large basin of some type of liquid she’d not noticed before suspended over burner with a small blue flame.  Her body tensed as he reached toward her sex and suddenly she changed gears as his fingers smooth and light as silk covered her outer labia and shaved mound with delightfully hot oil. She involuntarily uttered a soft sound of pleasure.  He probed into the basin once more and this time his finger traced a path along each inner lip, coating, rubbing and then taking the tiny pink fold her rubbed up and down, gently tugging and pulling, the action exposing her tiny clitoris that even now was swelling and growing massively from a tiny node the size an small pea to it erect glory nearly ½ inch long.   Next his fingers traced the tissues were the probes disappeared in her at the opening of her womanhood and then along the tightly stretched anal passage. Josette could feel herself responding with eagerness.  She was ready to climax if only he would touch her where she really needed it, even the pain of the violation would not stop her climax.

He reached for the oil once more and the minute his hand touched her engorged organ she exploded into orgasm and for the first time the gathered assembly made some noise as oohs and aahs met her displayed sexuality, but she had little time to contemplate her complete and total exposure and humiliation because his attentions were still focused upon her clitoris. 

Josette was over the peak of her climax and as the waves of pleasure settled down the attention she was receiving on her displayed clitoris did not diminish and were becoming markedly uncomfortable.  She fought against her restraints begging them to stop, pleading with them, but her cries fell on deaf ears.  I can’t take this she thought suddenly aware she was wet, her chest covered in perspiration from the effort of her sexual stimulation and after about ten minutes she seemed to change gears and her organ of pleasure began responding with pleasure to the oiled fingers playing upon it and she built her orgasm rapidly. Until suddenly she found release once more.  And so it continued for the next two hours the time interval shortening until she could hardly determine the end of one climax and beginning of the next.

Then somehow her body shifted something internal and the contact seemed to fade away into the background as if her body knew she needed rest from the constant onslaught of sexual pleasures.  She relaxed for a minute, but those treating her were not pleased to see her rest so soon and they knew how her body responded better than she did.  Her eyes flew open, her rest over, as a pair of hands cupped her barely developing breasts.  Gentle, oiled fingers kneaded her ultra-sensitive nipples, forcing her to arch her back in pleasure and she once more entered a string of orgasms, her voice echoing in the chamber as her poor restrained body was strained by the pleasures they were determined to wring out of her. 

So it continued, though out the day and into the night, While she was allowed fluids offer her amid the exquisite torment she was not allowed to void her need growing more and more desperate as her orgasmic contractions tore through her body again and again.  Her tender sex was now painfully inflamed and raw from friction in spite of the lubrication being used.   Teams of doctors relieved each other regularly, but their was no relief for their poor tormented victim, suffering the torments of pleasure as her engorged organ simply refused to shut down and her climaxes seemed to become more intense and powerful, each one seeming to convulse her whole being, forcing screams of pleasure from her throat which gradually became more and more raspy and weak as her voice went still begging them to stop, begging them to show some mercy, but they were convicted that they were in the right and doing what was right for her, hence the excused themselves from humanity and continued in their own course. 

          She had to go it was getting so painful she didn’t think she could stand it for another moment and yet the doctor manipulating her did not alter his pace for all her begging and damn her body it was building toward another powerful climax, the rubbing teasing her closer and closer yet leaving her crying out, hanging on the edge of relief forever, until the familiar contractions began and with them this time she exploded, her urine forced from her in a powerful stream providing relief but gaining her no mercy.  A buck of water was used to rinse her off and the indecent assault on her sex continued.

As time past the medical team learned to rely upon her body language because her voice was absolutely gone.  By now it was obvious that Josette was so exhausted that the experiential treatment could not be extended much longer before she lost consciousness, but they team decided to see her full capacity and as the day progressed the gallery filled once more and soon was standing room only until at last in early afternoon Josette fell mercifully into darkness and the test concluded.

gAs she lay unaware score of the medical staff came forward and see and touch – examine they would claim her large clitoris proving that they would allow her now rest even when unaware of their manipulations.  At last she was taken to be cleaned by the nursing staff and tucked in bed.  When she awakened the pain in her vulva was severe, most of the skin over her clitoris literally rubbed off in spite of the lubrication.

Meanwhile in his office Dr. Jeher writes to Dr. Blundell that only time will see if the over stimulation will bring about the long hoped for cure.  She had been amazingly capable of response and had achieved release more than 125 times in 30 hours or on average about once every 15 minutes.  He concluded, “therefore I cannot be certain of any outcome.  I believed the child should be carefully observed.  Should there be significant recurrence, I suggest radical amputation of the female organ and any related tissue.”

 

 

Author’s note:  The doctors sincerely felt that their actions were therapeutic.  After all there was no penis inserted in to the girl’s vagina so how could there be anything sexual about their actions.  It is not surprising that this period is sometimes referred to as the period of the Great Terror.

 

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I couldn’t believe it!  I was offering him the most intimate part of my being, willing to allow him to fuck not only my well-used pussy, but also my nearly virginal ass. However, it wasn’t quite that simple and as he explained it began to make more sense.  He wasn’t willing to try and imitate someone else’s experience, but he was willing to try and pleasure me if I was willing to just allow thing to happen as they would without a set routine or game plan.  I didn’t know it then but I was to learn later this was the most important secret to good anal sex.

Meeting Thomas for the first time was scary primarily because I don’t generally meet guys knowing that they are going to be taking me rectally, but in this case I’d already emailed exactly what I wanted.  On top of this I had these incredibly hot stories I’d masturbated to for weeks of him totally dominating and pleasuring a young woman, so I imagined him as some special sex machine, however he was – well like me in the murky 40’s, carrying a little extra around the middle, good looking in a average way, and very, very tall.

We met for dinner and as he seating me his hands slid over my breasts making my nipples hard instantly, but he seemed unaware of what he had done and he was a perfect gentleman throughout the meal, flitting with me, some double meanings and sexual innuendos, but all of it fun.  By the time the meal was ending and we were lingering over coffee I had decide to sleep with him and yet he never seemed to sense the need to ask me, he simple said,  “It is getting time we head back to our room.”  All I could do was weakly nod and follow to his hotel.

He is very oral and by the time he had me naked there were few places his tongue had not visited or probed.  My nipples tingled with the memory of his warm mouth closing over their hardened tips and I could still feel every place he had contacted as his mouth tried to kiss every inch of skin exposed on my buttocks and ass crack as he’d slowly removed my panties following them all the way to floor along my inner legs with wet tongued kisses.  Laying me on the bed her brought me nearer and nearer climax working his skilled mouth over my labia and anus alternating back and forth the only man ever to probe inside my ass with his tongue filling me with odd and desperate longing to do wicked things I never before desired until I thought I never be able to stand it and then he entered me.

Sex with Thomas was not all that unusual, other than the fact that he was very long lasting and fucked me for a good 30 minutes without either of us climaxing shifting from missionary to me on my back and he on his side entering me, then taking me from behind, and eventually back to missionary my legs up and back enjoying him in my depths when suddenly he pulled out placed his organ’s tip at my anal entrance which was completely soaked with my own juices and entered me.

The feel of his rubbery firmness separating my anus opening was both frightening and arousing.  Every other man had asked me if I was ready and had gone slowly but he was at least halfway inside of me and I tried o warm him, “careful….” But the next instant he was fully inside me, and the moment after that thrusting me in long complete thrusts as the length of his organ slide easily in and out of my asshole. I could only wonder at the pure spasms of pleasure that washed over me with each thrust wrenching from my throat the most ardent sounds of feminine pleasure.  Pleasures I had never know I was capable of from such an act controlled my body and I could feel myself building rapidly toward my own release.  My voice, raised just moments ago to try and stop such penetration now begged shamelessly for more, “Oh God!  Please.  Don’t stop, oh God, I am going to cum, don’t stop, God, Fuck me harder! Now” Then it happened!

Contractions began and wave after massive wave of pleasure ripped through my whole being, warmth washing outward in waves as my anus clung with every spasm to his naked cock trapped inside of bowels while my empty vagina literally poured my arousal out of its opening with each new wave of pleasure and somehow amidst all this he continued fucking my asshole and his own orgasm was coming. 

After another minute he filled my ass with his emission then he pulled me to the side and still in my ass began to fuck my now flooded passage his hand cupped my pubic mound in the massive outpouring of love juices and sliding easily over my sex, my moans timed to the still hard cock which was possessing my body and gradually as the minutes pass I become aware that my arousal is building and that I am going to cum once more this time brought off by the gently teasing hand and the forever lasting cock in my butt.  Just as I near orgasm his fingers find my center of pleasure and I explode instantly and repeatedly as he takes me and uses me for his pleasure, his fingered hard on my throbbing clit as over the next 15 minutes he fucks me until another load of maleness is left inside my anus.

Laying on the hotel bed, covered in perspiration I contemplate why Thomas could pleasure me when others could not.   Most of it had to do with timing.  He never asked to fuck me in the ass he just did it, never letting me tense up.  I mean what can you do but stiffen up when you loved asks if he can fuck you up the ass?  Similarly once started he didn’t let me get tense like others had trying to be gentle.  Hesitation was not gentleness because it delayed my pleasure and in the end prevented my enjoyment.  Thomas had made me climax in ways I could never have imagined because He sensed what I wanted when I was not even sure what I wanted.  Thanks to Zoke’s story I wrote another new chapter in her legacy at age 45.  I wonder who will be next?

 

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