The dinner was a real bore. My sales manager droned on and on about the "bottom line." Since the company was picking up the tab, I had a few too many cocktails. Luckily, the meeting broke up early, and I headed home.

 

Entering my house, I looked forward to spending some time chatting with Kitten and admiring her tight, petite body. The house was quiet. I checked the kids' rooms to find that they were safely asleep in their beds. However, there was no sign of Kitten.

 

As I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I heard faint moans and murmurs. Stepping as lightly as I could, I approached the partly open door. I peered in to see Kitten lying on my king size bed wearing nothing but the dress shirt I had worn to work yesterday. Her tiny body seemed even smaller in my shirt on the huge bed. Her slender legs were spread far apart, her eyes were closed, and her hands were working slowly and methodically on her pussy and clitoris.

 

My cock began to tingle and enlarge as I watched Kitten pleasure herself. Her breath rate increased with the speed of her finger movements. From the way her hips started to undulate, it was obvious she was approaching a climax.

 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Gray," she whispered. "Fuck me just like that." Her mouth opened wide and she emitted a heavy sigh. "Oh, Mr. Gray, make me come," she moaned.

 

My erection was straining the fabric of my pants. I stepped closer to get a full view of her incredible performance. Unfortunately, the floor squeaked as I moved. Before I could retreat from her view, her eyes flew open, and she glared at me with a look of embarrassed horror.

 

"Oh, Mr. Gray," she whimpered, pulling the shirt closed and clamping her legs together. "I'm so sorry! You're home early." She was still panting from her near-orgasmic experience.

 

Suddenly feeling like a Peeping Tom, I was at a loss for words. Realizing that my pants were bulging, I turned sideways hoping that she wouldn’t notice. However, I saw her ogling my crotch.

 

"Please don't tell my parents, Mr. Gray," she pleaded.

 

"I won't, Kitten,” I heard myself stutter. “Um, I'll go down stairs so that you can get dressed."

 

"Mr. Gray, I'm so sorry," she said, tears welling in her eyes.

 

She looked so beautiful and vulnerable. Her smooth skin was a light, glowing pink - most likely because of her waning arousal. I could see the tips of her hardened nipples poking at the thin material of my shirt.

 

"Kitten," I said softly, “you're wearing my shirt."

 

She lowered her eyes momentarily before glancing at me. In the few seconds it took for her to respond, I could see a definite change in her demeanor. "I, um, `cuz I like the way it smells," she said coyly, spreading her legs slightly.

 

My mind was spinning. My cock was swollen. My eyes could do nothing but gaze at the young, virginal beauty lying nearly naked before me.

 

"Mr. Gray, I've...," her voice trailed off and her eyelids fluttered. "I really like you. Sometimes, I dream about, like, being with you, you know?"

 

"I'm old enough to be your father, Kitten. You should be dreaming about boys your own age," I managed to blurt out, trying to act the sensible adult.

 

She tilted her head and looked at me from under her long eyelashes. "They're just boys. I want a man."

 

It felt like it was one hundred degrees in the room. My brain was foggy from alcohol, sexual tension, and the fear that I would ruin my life if I succumbed to her apparent invitation.

 

"Don't you like me, Mr. Gray?" she asked in a whisper. "The boys at school are so fumbly. I know you wouldn't be that way,” she asserted confidently. Suddenly her eyes got big and she blurted excitedly, “And I know you've had a vasectomy. Mrs. Gray told me once when I asked her whether you would have more children."

 

"Kitten, you should get dressed. I'll wait down stairs and then take you..."

 

"Didn't you like what you saw when you came home?" she interrupted, spreading her gorgeous legs apart. She opened the shirt to display her entire body to me. "I'm really wet, Mr. Gray, and I need to come."

 

I was amazed at her forthrightness. I would never have dreamed she would come on to me so blatantly.

 

"Please" Kitten continued "I promise I won't tell. I just really need to come," she bit her lip and looked at me from behind her hair, making herself seem even more vulnerable and young. She opened her lips about an inch and ran her moist tongue between them. I glanced between her legs to peer at her labia. They were swollen and open like the petals of a deep pink flower. They glistened with her natural lubrication; begging for my attention.

 

Out if the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my trousers. A dark, wet spot had formed where my seminal fluid had soaked through the fabric.

 

My thoughts were racing. Child molesting, loss of job, prison, adultery, divorce, child support: the numerous repercussions of satisfying Kitten's desire kept me from thinking straight. I suddenly recalled that an attorney friend had once told me that the age of consent in our state is sixteen. Although I had known Kitten for a few years, I had no true idea of her age.

 

"How old are you?" I asked.  

 

Kitten spread her legs a bit more, giving me a complete view of her pussy. As a teasing contrast to this, she used her hands to pull down the shirt to cover a tiny bit of the view. "I turned sixteen last week," she said, biting her lower lip. The shirt she was wearing fell open a bit, exposing her young, firm breast and its bright, pink nipple to me. "Won't you help me, Mr. Gray?"

 

I sighed audibly at hearing her admit her age. At least the possibility of criminal prosecution was seemingly eliminated. Blood surged through the vessels in my penis when she pled for my assistance.

 

She was so tiny, so delicate - surely no more than five feet tall and weighing less than one hundred pounds. Her lithe arms seemed to have been perfectly sculpted to meet her angular shoulders. Her lovely neck begged for my lips and tongue.

 

I took a step toward her. My will power was giving in to my lust for this beautiful, young girl. For the first time I caught the sweet scent of her body. I inhaled deeply to savor her essence and could also detect the unmistakable musky smell of her feminine lubrication. No man could create an aphrodisiac as compelling as the steamy aroma of a wet, virgin, cunt awaiting its first use. 

 

But, could I trust her? Would she expect me to be her "boyfriend?" And if she did, would any expression of rejection cause her to reveal what we did to her parents, or worse, to my wife? I knew Kitten was level headed, but the doubt stopped me in my tracks. Was she mature enough to realize that my family life and her future are more important than our immediate carnal desires?

 

"Kitten," I said somewhat forcefully, "if I touch you, you need to know that it is through sexual impulse, not a romantic desire. If you are looking for a suitor, this must stop now. It's surely obvious to you that I want you right now as much as you want me. But, other than that primal need, we could not have a meaningful relationship."  

 

Kitten nodded; eyes large. "Oh yes, I understand, Mr. Gray. I'd never tell anyone. And I know you can't be with my `cuz you have your family and stuff...but...," she let the oversized shirt fall down over her other shoulder, now exposing both her breasts, "you can still help me out...like, just this once can't you?"

 

Her plea was music to my ears. I moved to the bed and sat beside her. She tossed the shirt off her arms and flung them around my neck. Our mouths met in a crushing, passionate kiss. From the way she attempted to shove her tongue down my throat, it was obvious that she had had practice in “making out.” I wondered what other experiences she might have had in her few years on the earth.

 

I withdrew my mouth from hers and trailed my lips over her chin to her neck. Licking my lips, I kissed her throat. I could feel the sweet vibration of her moans as she became more aroused. I glanced at her right breast. Roughly the size of an orange, it was firm and pert. The nipple was taut and distended. I savored that view as I licked her lovely neck, then trailed my tongue across her chest and wrapped my wet lips around her lovely teat. It was rock hard; perfect for sucking and nibbling.

 

As if by instinct, my right hand slid up her inner thigh. When my fingers reached her engorged bud, she emitted a quick gasp.

 

“All you alright, Kitten?” I inquired while I sucked eagerly on her nipple.

 

“Oh, yes,” she panted. “I just never dreamed it would feel that good.” Kitten began to rock her hips in unison with the movements of my fingers. Lowering my hand, I traced my middle finger up and down the open slit that was the entry to the joys of her wonderful body.

 

“Hasn’t anyone ever touched you there before?”

 

“Sorta,” she moaned, suddenly becoming more demure. “But only when I had jeans on.”

 

I felt a burst of machismo. She was indeed a virgin – in the purest sense of the concept. My heart raced at the anticipation of deflowering this little vixen with my hands, mouth, and cock.    

 

I was mesmerized by the feeling of her diminutive body pressed against me. My cock, unfortunately still encased in my pants, rested against the silky, smooth skin of her right thigh. I alternated my mouth back and forth between her sweet nipples. As her moans and soft whimpers grew louder, I slowly slid my finger into her. The sensations of her warmth and tightness were exhilarating. I couldn't wait to taste the essence of her beckoning teen pussy.

 

"Kitten," I whispered with my lips still touching her left nipple, "you’ve never felt a mouth between your legs, have you?"        

 

Kitten had thrown her head back, savoring every movement of my fingers; every wet trace my kissing and sucking left on her breasts and nipples. She forced herself to lift her head and open her eyes. "No." she admitted softly, biting her lower lip, "But I'd like to."

 

I arose to my knees, stripped the tie from around my neck, and shed my shirt as quickly as I could. I peered at her naked body spread on the bed as I released my belt and tugged at the snap and zipper of my pants. In one rush of movement I removed my trousers and boxers; allowing my erection to be proudly exposed to my impending conquest. Kitten stared at my cock for several seconds. Her mouth fell open and her eyes glared in disbelief.

 

“Oh, my God,” she murmured slowly.

 

“You alright?” I asked for the second time.

 

Her gaze left my cock and we made eye contact. “It’s so,” she paused. “It’s…I didn’t think it would be “that” big.”

 

“You haven’t seen a man’s cock before?”

 

“Well, I’ve seen my brother’s. But, it wasn’t, like, big and stiff like yours.”

 

“Have you ever touched one?”

 

She looked away from me momentarily, then focused on my organ again. “I, ah, like rubbed a couple boys’ cocks. But, they had their pants on. I think they liked what I did though.”

 

“How so,” I asked, tossing my remaining clothes to the side.

 

“Cuz they squirmed around and their jeans got wet spots on `em.” She had a mischievous gleam in her eye.

 

“Oh, then I’m sure they liked what you did. You made them come,” I commented, hopeful that I would be feeling her touch in a matter of seconds. “Want to touch mine?”

 

She raised her torso onto her elbows and took a closer look at my package. “Duh?” she commented humorously. “I’ve wanted to see and touch your cock since the first time you took me home after baby-sitting. I kinda dreamed about what it would look and feel like, but I never…”

 

As her statement trailed off, she swung her legs gracefully under her until she was kneeling on the bed in front of me. She reached toward it with her right hand and traced her slim fingers up and down the length of my shaft. As she apparently felt more confident in her movements, she wrapped her tiny, adolescent hand around its girth.

 

“Wow,” she said with awe in her voice, “I can barely close my hand around it.”

 

She slid her hand up and down, softly at first, then began to apply more pressure. It was obvious she had virtually no experience because she was soon gripping me too tightly.

 

“Easy!” I scolded. “Remember, there are no clothes between us.”

 

As she eased her grip, my pleasure increased. She leaned closer to me and used both hands, one over the other. I reveled in the velvety softness of her caress and the comparative size of her body and mine. She leaned her body closer and closer to me, seemingly drawn to my cock. I reached down and ran my hands through the silky strands of her long hair.

 

“You want me to suck it?” She whispered, shifting her gaping eyes toward mine.

 

I nearly came just hearing her question. “I’d love that, Kitten.”

 

She licked her lips. “You’ll, like, hafta tell me if I don’t do it right, Okay?”

 

“Oh, I’m not too worried about that. I think you’ll catch on right away.”

 

I coaxed her head toward me with my hands. She dutifully opened her lovely mouth and lowered it over the head of my cock. The warm sensation was tremendous. As soon had she taken the tip in her mouth, she lifted off me and cleared her throat. Licking her lips again, she tried to plunge further down on me.

 

“That’s sweet, Kitten,” I said softly. “Hold it in your mouth and get used to the feeling.” I was in heaven. “Now, move your tongue around on it.”

 

She started swirling her tongue in circles against the underside of the head of my cock. It was barely in her mouth, but the contorted appearance on her face indicated that her jaws were opened to the limit. After a few seconds, she was miraculously able to lower her succulent lips up and down over the upper half of my shaft.

 

I could feel a tingle behind my scrotum and realized that if I allowed her to continue, I would soon be spurting long before I wanted to. With my hands, I signaled her to disengage. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs again.

 

“Was that okay?” she asked hopefully.

 

“For your first time, that was more than okay,” I responded as I nestled over her between her legs. “Maybe some other time I can let you practice some more,” I suggested. I could feel the heat from her pussy wafting up to my belly.

 

She kissed me again, sliding her hot tongue into my mouth. “It was cool. I could feel your veins and stuff kinda throbbing in my mouth.”

 

“You definitely made me throb, sweetie. Now, you still want to feel my mouth between your legs?”

 

“Oh, yes, Mr. Gray, I still do.”

 

Lowering myself down her little body I took position between her thighs. I thought of teasing her with kisses and nibbles, but decided that time was of the essence. Should one of the kids awaken and walk in on us, it would indeed be difficult to explain what Daddy was doing to the baby-sitter. I got up quickly, went to the door, closed and locked it, and dived back between those sleek, virgin legs.

 

I held her thighs in my hands and lifted them until they were perpendicular to her body. Lowering my face, I started just between her anus and vulva and licked up her sweet slit until I reached the soft wisp of pubic hair above it.

 

“Oh, God,” Kitten squealed.

 

I covered her pussy with my mouth, allowing my upper lip to connect with her clitoris while my tongue probed the entrance to her vagina. It was the sweetest tasting pussy I could remember. Her body tensed and began to tremble. Her breathing became short and raspy.

 

“Oh, God, oh God,” Kitten kept repeating softly, as if it were her cunnilingus-receiving mantra. 

 

From the short probings of my tongue, I could sense how tight and undisturbed her vagina was. Her clitoris, which felt tiny when I first touched it, seemed to have grown twice as large. When she fell silent suddenly, I sensed that she was nearing the edge. I concentrated on her swollen bud, sucking it gently between my lips.

 

For a moment, it appeared she had stopped breathing altogether. Then, she exhaled with a deep, low moan. I had hit pay dirt. She ground her pussy against my mouth as an orgasm swept through her petite body. I glanced up to see her throwing her head back and forth on the pillow; savoring her first non-self-induced climax. The expression on her face was one of celestial pleasure. Knowing I had given her such pleasure, my cock pulsed with growing eagerness to experience the feeling of entering her divine depths.

 

“God!” she cried, louder than I had wanted. I hoped she had not stirred the children. “Oh, God, yes,” she commented again more softly.

 

Wiping my mouth of her juices and my saliva, I slowly slithered up her body until our mouths met again. Her kiss was a combination of passion and gratitude. She sucked my tongue and lavished me with her appreciative lips.

 

“Mr. Gray,” she said after drawing away, “I can’t…I mean, like…that was sooo cool.”

 

“Yes, it was,” I agreed.

 

Suddenly she began to giggle. “Wow!”

 

“Shhh,” I cautioned her, “we don’t want to awaken the little ones.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said again with a giggle in her voice. “It’s just, like, that was the best.”

 

“You flatter me,” I replied. I could feel the wetness of her opening against my stomach as I lay upon her, my weight supported on my elbows. I was dying to get inside her. “You want to feel something that might be even better than “the best?”

 

“You mean…?”

 

“What you were fantasizing about when I walked in on you,” I stated flatly.

 

She looked at me with a worried, blank stare. “You mean, you fucking me?”

 

“Only if you’re sure you want that,” I said, not knowing what I would do with my raging hard on if she declined.

 

It didn’t take long for her to respond. “Yes,” she said and kissed me tenderly. “I want you to fuck me.”

 

I moved deeper between her legs and pressed he head of my cock against the hot wetness of her open pussy lips. With a slight movement of my hips, the head slipped into her tight orifice. Suddenly, a serious thought flashed in my hedonism-soaked mind. Since she is a virgin, there might be the risk of blood.

 

“Just a second,” I said, jumping off the bed.

 

“But,” she protested.

 

As I made my way to my dresser, I calmed her. “Just a little precaution.” I scrounged in a drawer until I found an old pair of sweat pants that my wife had wanted me to discard for months. Returning to the bed, I lifted her light frame and slipped the fabric under her tight little ass.

 

“There,” I said, “now we’re ready to resume.”

 

Once again I placed myself between her gorgeous legs and pressed the head of my cock against her. She was so tight it seemed that it may be impossible to steal her modesty. Lunging forward, I felt the head slide into her deliciously wet and tight sheath.

 

“Oh,” she yelped. “It hurts.”

 

“Let’s take this as slowly as we can,” I reassured her. Holding the inch or so of my cock in her, I caressed her breasts and nibbled on her left nipple. “You let me know when it feels comfortable.”

 

“It’s so big,” she whispered. “I…I don’t know…”

 

I moved out a bit and pressed further into her. Her internal heat was unreal. “How’s that?”

 

“Better”, she whimpered.

 

I lunged forward until nearly half of my organ was buried inside her. At that point, I felt a slight obstruction. Relaxing until her taut vagina nearly pushed me out, I shoved my cock further until the obstruction gave way.

 

“Oh, God,” she reacted violently. “No, no, no,” she pleaded, “it hurts. It’s too big.”

 

Her whole body was tense with apprehension and fear. “Just give it a little time. Relax. Let your body adjust to the sensation.”

 

She was nearly panting. Her breasts heaved with every breath. Small beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. I was afraid that she had made the decision that she could not go through with satisfying her fantasy and my fantastic reality.

 

I stayed completely still, except for the involuntary twitching of my semi-enclosed cock. I continued to stroke her breasts and started nibbling on her neck. The urge to slide all the way inside her body was nearly overpowering.

 

“Here,” I said, “I’ll take it out a little.” I backed out an inch or so. “Now I’ll go back in where I was before. How’s that?”

 

“It still hurts,” she whined.

 

“I’ll do it again. There, out, and back in again. Look down at my cock, Kitten,” I suggested. She complied by arising to her elbows and peering between her legs. “See, I’m fucking you.”

 

“Yes,” she hissed. An expression of marvel began to overtake her pretty face. “Yes, you’re fucking me. God, I can’t believe your big cock is inside me.”

 

I kept moving slowly. With every stroke I entered her a little more. “Has it stopped hurting?”

 

“Yes, it feels much better,” she whispered, still ogling my cock as it glided deeper and deeper with each stroke. “Yes, Mr. Gray, you’re fucking me.”

 

She was so tight I could feel every fold and small ridge of her internal duct. I wasn’t sure if I could remain in control of my urge to come much longer. “Does it feel good, Kitten?”

 

She shifted her gaze to my eyes and reclined on the bed. “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes. It feels good.”

 

Her body relaxed and she spread her legs even farther apart to allow me unfettered admission to her. I began to rotate my hips in small circles, continuing my incursion into her young, virgin pussy. Although I consciously tried not to, I involuntarily quickened my pace until I was pumping in and out of her. Finally, I was all the way in; feeling our pubic mounds meet at the end of each stroke.

 

“Oh, God,” she cried, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, God, you’re fucking me!”

 

“Shhh,” I cautioned again. “Remember the kids.”

 

“”Yes,” she cooed softly. “Oh, oh, oh…”

 

I looked down at her and drank in the delight of the changing expressions on her face. The muscles in her brows were contorted and her mouth was opening wide. It appeared that she was at once interpreting sensations that were unique to her and at the same time trying to cope with a rising sensation of arousal. She wore a mask of pain and pleasure.

 

I continued a steady rhythm sliding in and out of her ever-expanding vagina. I was careful not to lose control and pummel her as hard as I truly wanted. I could feel myself reaching the breaking point and hoped I wouldn’t disappoint her by finishing before she had peaked.

 

“Oh, God, oh, God,” she began to chant again. “Make me come, Mr. Gray,” she pleaded. “Oh, make me come!”

 

Just as I felt the semen begin to pump through my prostate, she let loose. Her narrow hips began rocking up and down and swaying in circles, adding to the immense pleasure of my orgasm.

 

“I’m coming,” she hissed through her teeth, then emitted another low moan of deep satisfaction.

 

We writhed together in the ecstasy of sensual release for a few more seconds before I collapsed onto her sweat covered body. She took my face in her hands and covered it with kisses of gratefulness, which I returned enthusiastically.

 

“Kitten,” I said, drawing a few inches from her face, “that was marvelous.”

 

She opened and closed her eyes slowly. “Oh, yeah,” she cooed. “You were right, that was even better than your mouth.” She giggled, then continued, “I can’t believe it. God…”

 

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly eleven o’clock. Her parents may be getting concerned and call to see why she was so late. True reality snuck back into my head, and I again felt the pangs of horror at what I had just done.

 

“Kitten, this needs to be our secret. We can’t tell anyone about this,” I said somewhat more sternly than I had intended.

 

“I know. I won’t say anything about it.”

 

“Good,” I congratulated her. “We’d better get cleaned up so I can take you home.”

 

“I know. But, I don’t really want to go. It feels so good with you inside me.”

 

I couldn’t agree with her more. But, I had come back to reality. When I pulled out of her luscious pussy, I noticed a slight trickle of pink fluid had seeped from her and onto the sweat pants. I knew I would need to throw them away once she left.

 

She went to the bathroom to clean up while I straightened the bed and got into my clothes. I suggested she use one of my wife’s panty liners to catch any additional liquid that might leak out of her on the way home. I checked to see if the kids were alright, then we exited the house for the short drive.

 

When we arrived at her parents’ house, she made sure nobody was looking out the windows. She gave me another long kiss and hug while my car sat in the driveway.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Gray,” she whispered. “You know I’ll never forget tonight.”

 

“I won’t either, you can bet on that,” I replied. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I said reaching for my wallet, “your payment for baby-sitting.” I withdrew a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her.

 

“Wow, that seems like a bonus,” she giggled. “Call me if you need me to watch the kids again, okay?”

 

A thought flashed through my mind. “Well, my wife will be gone until the day after tomorrow. I might need you again tomorrow night.”

 

“What Time?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

   

 

      

 

   

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

I had concluded that the intimate side of my life was to continue to decline. I don't feel as old as I am. In fact, most people say I don't look nearly as old as I am. My wife, on the other hand, seems old. Her interest in intimate encounters diminished immensely after she had our first child. It has continued to decline in the past two decades. We have sex, but it is the same routine over and over again.

 

When I found myself losing my erection in the middle of the joyous act or, on rare occasions, failing to get erect at all, I diagnosed myself as simply bored with the repetition. My doctor agreed and prescribed the magic blue pills for me with unusual candor. He explained that many of his erectile dysfunction patients feel the same way. The pills work fine. We are able to satisfy each other. But there was not much more excitement than before; until six months ago when Lori Telson became my patient.

 

Since many of my patients work during the day, I routinely have appointments in the early evening. My receptionist schedules the appointments, but leaves the office at five. My calendar indicated that Ms. Telson wished to consult me about a personal matter that she would reveal "only to Dr. Gray." That wasn't out of the ordinary at all. Various patients are embarrassed to tell a woman over the phone that they have emotional or mental problems. Not that any of my patients are crazy - just disturbed.

 

Finishing up with a patient whom I'm helping get over the fact that his wife cheated on him, I ushered him into the reception area and saw Ms. Telson. As my patient exited, she turned her head at an almost impossible angle attempting to hide her face from him. Once he was gone, she turned toward me.

 

She did not look like a super model, porn star, or cover girl. She looked like a wholesome, attractive young lady whom you might see modeling sportswear in a department store advertising insert in the Sunday paper. He complexion was flawless. Her blonde hair shimmered. Her figure was not in any way voluptuous, but would turn the head of any man alive.

 

"Ms. Telson?" I asked, noticing for the first time her bright green eyes.

 

"Yes. Are you Dr. Gray?" she asked in a voice that could have come from a twelve year old schoolgirl. In fact, she looked like she could be anywhere from fifteen to twenty-two years old.

 

"I am. Good afternoon. Have you completed the medical history questionnaire?" 

 

I assumed she had, since the clipboard was resting in her lap on her skirt. She extended her hand holding the questionnaire. Her fingers were slender and delicate. Her nails were perfectly manicured and painted white at the tips.

 

I opened the door to my inner office and, with a flowing arm gesture, invited her in. As she arose, I admired the tailored fit of her blouse; not overly revealing, but certainly enhancing her pert breasts and small waist. As she walked past me I caught the sweet scent of her young body. I didn't detect a perfume or cologne. It was more like a sweet, fresh powdery aroma. I motioned to the chair opposite my desk and she sat, crossing her legs in a very lady-like motion. The calf that extended below the hem of her skirt was shapely and smooth.

 

In reviewing her questionnaire, I learned that she was twenty, unmarried, had no family history of mental illness, and that her contact person was Robert Telson. I recognized him as the CEO of Telson Industries, one of the largest employers in the area. Telson was reputed to be the richest man in the state, having started a shipping palette factory years ago, and branching out into virtually every facet of shipping container manufacture.

 

I looked up at her, and she was pink. Not red or flushed, as if she were frightened or embarrassed, but pink. Her skin was glowing. She was indeed very pretty, but in an innocent, childlike way.

 

"Are you all right?" I asked.

 

"Yes." She paused and looked intently at me. "Dr. Gray, I have come to the conclusion that I have a problem and I need help." Her lower lip, adorned with a lipstick just a few shades pinker than the rest of her skin, was trembling slightly.

 

"I'll do what I can to help you." I thought perhaps she might begin to cry, which is not uncommon with first time patients. "Tell me about the problem you believe you have."

 

Her tongue slipped between her lips to wet them, and she swallowed hard. "What we say to each other is private?" Her head was slightly tilted to one side, making her question more of a plea than an inquiry.

 

"Everything we say is confidential. Only under extreme circumstances may I divulge information about our sessions."

 

"What extreme circumstances?" Her eyes had widened, and her breath rate appeared to increase.

 

"For instance, if you tell me you intend to murder someone. In our state, my obligation to society supersedes my obligation of confidentiality to you. Or, if it is my opinion that you need commitment to an institution, I will necessarily need to divulge confidential information about your case. Otherwise, I cannot reveal anything from our conversations, even if I'm subpoenaed to testify in court, unless you instruct me to do so."

 

She licked her lips again. She squinted at me, as if trying to fully understand. "You mean I could be committed?"

 

"I seriously doubt that. You appear to be a very levelheaded young lady. Commitment is recommended only in unusual cases."

 

"What happens in commitment?"

 

"Well, there is a court hearing where information about the patient is presented to a judge. If the judge decides that commitment is necessary, the patient is sent to an institution for treatment."

 

"For how long?"

 

"That depends on the severity of the patient's problem."

 

She was apparently considering my assurances for a few seconds. "Thank you,' she said, fidgeting in her seat.”I don't want anyone to know what we talk about. I don't even want anyone to know that I'm here," she declared, her voice still sounding girlish, but with an edge of desperation. "If I need to come and see you again, I will want to schedule my appointments so that no one else is in your office. I don't want to be seen or recognized." The depth of the expression on her face accentuated her beauty, making her look almost as old as her true age.

     

"I can assure you, I will reveal nothing about your sessions to anyone. I can arrange your appointments, if more are necessary, so that you will not encounter anyone in the reception area."

 

She seemed to consider my guarantee for a few seconds. She pressed her lips together tightly, exhaled from the bottom of her lungs, and uncrossed her legs. She scooted to the edge of the seat of her chair, and leaned toward me.

 

"I'm a slut," she stated, the corners of her lips turned down in a frown. "I have sex with every man I'm alone with. I can't control it. I crave it," she admitted, emphasizing the word 'crave' as if she were an addict describing her longing for her drug.

 

The immediate thought that raced into my mind was that she was alone with me in my office. The second was that, from her conservative appearance, she would be one of the last young women I would expect to be promiscuous. In fact, she was the epitome of the pure, intelligent, American coed.  

 

"At first it didn't bother me because I enjoyed it so much. But now, I know it's wrong. I had myself tested for diseases and, thankfully, I'm completely clean. I want to stay that way. I don't want to be a slut anymore."

 

"How long have you felt this way?" I asked, using the usual routine of questions; never saying anything in early sessions that a patient might consider judgmental.

 

She sighed, apparently reluctant that she must tell me her story. "For about six months. My mother died when I was very young, and my father was very overprotective of me. I was tutored at home and rarely left our house." As she spoke, her head tilted down, and she focused her eyes on the carpet in front of her. "The only man who ever touched me when I was growing up was my father, and his touch was not very loving. I felt like he loved me, but all he did was try to protect me. I suppose he was afraid of losing me like he did my mother."

 

"Do you still live with your father?"

 

"No. That's really when this all started. When I turned nineteen, I thought had to be out in the world, on my own. I wanted to have friends. I wanted to be with people other than my father, my tutors, and the servants. He objected, of course, and we fought about it for months. I threatened to leave and refuse to tell him where I was going. But, finally I got my way." She continued to stare blankly at the floor.

 

"What are you doing now?"

 

She glanced up at me with an inquisitive look. "Doing?" She looked pensive as her mind developed a way to illustrate her answer. "I go shopping, I read, I go to museums, I eat out, just... live." She turned a palm up and tossed it to her side as if I should have known the answer. "You see, my father is a very rich man. I've never not gotten anything I wanted. When I left home, he reluctantly set up a monthly allowance for me. If you wanted to know if I had a job, no. I don't need one."

 

 "Do you associate what you're feeling now with leaving home?" As soon as I finished speaking, her eyes went to the floor again.

 

"I got an apartment for myself. The first day I was there, I met another tenant in the entrance. He smiled at me so nicely that it made me feel warm inside. I thought maybe he would be the first friend I made in the real world. I agreed to go out with him that night. I didn't know how old he was. I still don't. He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner, then invited me to his apartment."

 

As she told the story, the pace of her words increased. Between sentences, she would lick her lips and flutter her eyelashes. Her brilliant green eyes seemed to glaze over.

 

"When we got there, we sat on a couch, and he just started kissing me immediately. It was the first time I had ever kissed anyone but my father or mother. It was, um, it was like a switch inside me turned on something I had never felt before. It's difficult to describe. My body wasn't my own. As we kissed, he took my clothes off and touched me everywhere. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel everything I could feel with him."

 

She slowly raised her head to look into my eyes. It may have been my imagination, but she appeared to be even pinker than before. Her breath rate once again increasing.

 

"Once his clothes were off, he moved between my legs. I didn't know what to do. I, I," she stammered, a bewildered look on her face, "wanted him. When he put himself inside me, I felt pressure, a little pain, and then, when he was all the way in, I had the most intense, unique, wonderful feeling I had ever had." Her expression was one of utmost honesty. "I realized that I had an orgasm almost immediately; just seconds after losing my virginity" Her eyes were glistening as she recalled the pleasure she had received. "I never, ever, ever imagined that something could feel so good. I think I had three or four orgasms that night. I stayed with him in his apartment that night and most of the next day doing nothing but begging him to make me feel that way again." I watched as her eyes wandered. It was as if she were just first noticing the details of my office.

 

"Are you still seeing this man?"

 

"No," she said, suddenly fixing her eyes on the carpet again. "He gave me to one of his friends."

 

"Gave you?" I inquired, feeling my face grimace with anger at the thought of treating this lovely girl so wretchedly.

 

"Well, I went to his apartment everyday for a couple weeks to have sex with him. Then, eventually, he wouldn't answer his door, or even answer my calls. For three days I didn't see him. I was going out of my mind wondering why he wouldn't want me. I needed him to make me feel..." her voice trailed off. "I saw him when the elevator door opened one day, and he tried to walk away like I wasn't even there. I pressed him for an explanation. He told me he had a girlfriend!" The look on her face showed that she was reliving a horribly life shattering event. "I didn't know what I would do. I needed someone to make me feel the way he did. I guess I thought I was in love with him. That was pretty stupid of me. He said he knew what I needed, and that he would have one of his friends call me."

 

If what she was telling me was true, it was clear that she was suffering, if you could call it that, from hyper sexuality: essentially sexual addiction. She was a classic case of what had historically been referred to as nymphomania. However, unlike common thought, nymphomaniacs do achieve orgasm. That is usually what drives them to continually seek sexual gratification. I had never before had a patient who, in my opinion, actually had such a condition. 

 

"I waited for his friend to call me. I couldn't stand the waiting. I thought about just going out and finding a man to bring home for sex. Finally, his friend called, and I invited him to my apartment the very same night. From there it just spiraled as more and more men would call me once they heard about me from other men. I had sex almost every day for six months; sometimes with two or three men a day."

 

"Tell me about your feelings toward these men."

 

"Feelings?" she asked, her eyes widening. "Like love? They were men. I can't seem to help it. Every man who asks me out, every man who happens to be with me, I can't help it. I need them inside me. That's the only feeling I have.

 

"They didn't know me. I didn't need to have them know me anymore than I wanted to know them. Some of them... I didn't even know their names," she said with a look of shear embarrassment on her face. "But, about a week ago, I realized how they felt about me."

 

"Something important happened?"

 

"A guy I'd been with a few times invited me to his house. He had seemed like a nice guy and I had very good sex with him. When I arrived, he had four of his friends with him. At first, I thought that we would wait until they left to have sex. But, he just took my hand and we started off to the bedroom as he said something about giving the little girl what she needs. I was shocked that the other men would know what I was going to do with him."

 

"That shock is what made you decide to come to me?" She hesitated a few seconds before responding.

 

"Partly. He made me come a couple of times, and I thought I would be satisfied for the night when he had finished. But, he opened the door and called for the other men to come into the bedroom. He asked them, 'O.K, whose next?' Before I could comprehend what was happening, another man was inside me," she confessed, her lovely brow furrowed. "I was addicted. I had sex with all of them one after another; one twice. I had a dozen orgasms," she sighed. "At the time, I didn't comprehend how lascivious I was acting until I noticed one of the men holding a video camera. He was filming me having sex with several men!" The anger in her voice was evident. Her lower lip and jaw were trembling. "But, I didn't stop even then. I was enjoying it so much."

 

"But, in reflecting on that experience, you view it differently?"

 

"Oh, yes. When they were finished, I begged the guy to give me the video tape, but he just said, 'Fuck you, slut,'" she spat out the words in an attempt to imitate his tone of voice. "I realized, I am a slut. I realized it right then!" She squeezed her lips together tightly before continuing. "He said he would probably be able to sell the tape for lots of money. I finally paid him five thousand dollars for the tape. If my father ever knew about what I have done, I would have nothing. He would stop my money." Her expression revealed that the worst possible thing that could happen to her, other than going without sex, would be the loss of her father's fortune.

 

"The first step in changing your life is to realize that change is needed," I consoled.

     

"I've done that. I haven't been with a man in over a week. I can't stand it, but I haven't. I had my phone number changed so that they can't call me." She was turning pink again. She stared at me intently, with lust in her eyes. "Dr. Gray," she paused and swallowed, Dr. Gray, it's been... well, it's been a very difficult week," she admitted in a hoarse tone of voice.

 

I sympathized with her. From what she had told me of her immediate past, it must have been difficult indeed to totally refrain from sexual activity. As I looked at her, I could see a definite, evolving change in her physical demeanor. She shifted in her chair and struck a sexy, provocative pose. She crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to rise higher on her well-formed legs.   

 

"Dr. Gray,’ she said in a soft whisper, “right now I want you to fuck me so much...I'm wet and I need a man inside me."

 

I had made a great effort to maintain a clinical attitude during her story. But, having such a lovely creature, obviously in a state of sexual arousal, come on to me like that was having quite an effect. My right hand, I noticed, had begun to tremble ever so slightly. I also felt a stirring between my legs.

 

"I have realized that I just can't stop 'cold turkey.' I need a man inside me. I need someone I can trust," she said, her voice lowering to a throaty, inviting murmur.

 

"I'm sure that is not the best course of therapy, Ms. Telson. Have you tried pleasuring yourself to ease the withdrawal?"

 

"Oh, yes," she lamented dejectedly. "I bought every vibrator and dildo on the market. I've poked and massaged myself until I was sore. Nothing works. For some reason I can't make myself come. I need a man's touch. I need a man's mouth on me or a man's cock in me to be satisfied. It's the only way. But, I need some sort of self-control. I don't want to be a slut, Dr. Gray." As she spoke her slender hands went to the buttons on her blouse. Staring longingly at me, she began to undo them slowly.

 

"Ms. Telson..."

 

"Call me Lori," she interrupted.

 

"Alright. Lori," I said, my mind stumbling for a professional comment to defuse the situation, "the relationship between a therapist and a patient must be based upon, ah, mutual trust. That trust is easily broken if a, ah, if any sort of physical relationship develops," I stammered, pleased that I could sound clinical even though I was becoming more and more aroused. She had the buttons released and was taking off her blouse. "I believe you should put your blouse back on for the rest of our session."

 

She extended her lower lip in a sort of pout, tilted her head slightly, and looked at me from under long, fluttering eyelashes. "But, I trust you. I've told you about myself so that you can help me. I want you to help me," she pleaded, slipping the blouse off her arms and reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. "You trust me, don't you? You trust me to change and get some self control, don't you, Doctor?"  With that the bra was released and she removed it with a sensual flair.

 

Her breasts were somewhat small and attractively round; obviously natural, with small, upturned nipples that were deep pink. I needed no little blue pill to come to a full erection at the sight of her half nude body. I again tried to formulate an appropriate statement with which to respond, but couldn't take my eyes off of her as she stood and began to unzip her skirt.

 

"Lori, I do trust that you want to change, and I'm glad that you trust me. But, as your therapist, I cannot allow you to continue."

 

"You can't allow me to, but you want me too, don't you?" she slid the skirt down over her narrow, smooth hips to reveal silky, low cut, white panties. She was indeed wet, as she had confessed. The small cotton patch at the crotch was dark from her lubrication. "I need you, Dr. Gray. I need you to help me." She slowly lowered the panties down her flawless legs. "If I don't get your help, I'll probably fall back into the same routine I've lived in for the last several months. Please don't make me do that," she whimpered, revealing why she had probably always gotten what she wanted from her father.

 

She was beautiful. Standing naked just on the other side of my desk. Her pretty face and young, petite body looked virginal, although I knew she had probably more sexual experience than I had had in more than twice her years.

 

I couldn't think straight. The blood flow through my penis felt like it was straining the surrounding skin. I knew this should not be happening, but could not concentrate on anything but the youthful beauty who wanted me. Sure, she was at a disadvantage because I knew of her addiction. But, there was no methadone that could be prescribed to alleviate her symptoms of withdrawal. Suddenly, I had a professional, rather than carnal, idea slip into my head.

 

"Lori," I began as she started to move gracefully around my desk, "before this goes any further, I think I should refer you to a female therapist. In fact, I'm surprised you didn't choose one to begin with."

 

She gracefully floated around my desk, knelt on her knees next to my chair, took one of its arms in her hand, and tried to swivel it so that I was facing her. In my mind, I was trying to keep the chair from turning, but physically I put up no restraint.

 

"But," she paused, looking at my crotch, briefly noticing my erection before turning her brilliant green eyes to mine, "do you know how hard it was to tell you why I need help? I've already told you. I don't want to tell someone else." she said, turning the chair slowly. "Another woman wouldn't understand. Other women don't have the cravings I have for sex." She had turned my chair and was beginning to stroke my calves through the fabric of my slacks. "A woman would just think I'm a slut. I don't think I could trust a woman to truly help me."

 

I gave in. I know I shouldn't have. I know I put my professional and personal life in incredible jeopardy, but I gave in. Thoughts flashed through my head as she began to run her small, soft hands up my thighs. She wanted self-control. But, I knew I needed to be in control of this situation as much as possible for my own protection. I wanted to help her, and figured that I could, while taking advantage of a once in a lifetime opportunity: a beautiful, young, incredibly rich girl who wanted my professional and sexual services.

 

"Lori, I will help you if you agree to explicitly follow my instructions on a course of treatment," I said with as much conviction as possible in my voice. She was staring at the bulge in my pants as she placed her hands gently on my erection, then raised her beautiful eyes toward my face. "You must agree to do everything I tell you to do."

 

 "I will," she half whispered in a sexy voice. "You're going to help me."

 

"I will. But, you must agree that you will not tell anyone about your therapy here." She had grasped the zipper of my pants and started to lower it slowly.

 

"I told you, I don't want anyone to even know I'm seeing a shrink."

 

"You must do exactly as I instruct you to have any success. Exactly," I said as firmly as I could.

 

The zipper was all the way down, and she started to reach into my shorts to withdraw what she wanted so dearly. "Please don't have me committed to an insane asylum, Dr. Gray."

 

With that comment, I knew that I had her where I needed her to protect myself. Her fear of disclosure of her past to her father was probably greater than the thought of being institutionalized. As long as she had the fear of possible exposure, I could probably keep her under control.

 

"I'll do everything I can to prevent that, Lori," I said as sincerely as possible. "Your course of treatment may take several months to be sure that you achieve your goal."

 

I involuntarily raised my hips as her warm fingers gently pulled my organ through the fly of my pants. It was as hard as I could remember. Having subjectively satisfied my concerns about possibly wrecking my entire life, I could turn my attention to the pink nymph between my legs. Her hands were so small and delicate. Her tiny wrists were about the diameter of my erection. She gazed at it hungrily and her eyes widened in anticipation. 

 

"Do you understand, Lori?"

 

She looked up at me and licked her lips. "Whatever it takes." She looked back between my legs, then into my eyes again. "You have a very big cock, Dr. Gray. It's beautiful. Thank you for letting me have it."

 

I considered her comment a compliment, having seen any other erect penises since my adolescence. Her fragile face was inches from my cock. She leaned closer, licked her lips again until they were slick with her saliva, and opened her mouth. She began stroking my scrotum with her hands.

 

"Stop," I said. I reached down and held her face tenderly in my hands. I obviously wanted what she was offering, but not until I had tasted the sweetness of her lips. Prompting her to rise higher on her knees, I leaned toward her. She kissed me with more passion than I have ever received from a woman. Her lips were softer than I could imagine. Her tongue darted into my mouth like a hungry snake searching for its prey.

 

We continued to kiss as she fondled my balls. I lowered my hands to feel her breasts. I was surprised to find her nipples rock hard and extending well over half an inch from her areolas. She moaned in her twelve-year-old girl sounding voice as I teased the nipples with my fingers.

 

She withdrew her lips from mine, stared into my eyes, and whispered, "I can't wait much longer, Dr. Gray."

 

She lowered her head and kissed the very tip of my cock. It flexed involuntarily in reaction. Still looking straight into my eyes, she lowered her head even more, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked from the middle of my scrotum up the underside of my cock. It was heavenly. Still gazing at me with her eyes wide open, she plunged her warm mouth down and began bobbing her head in quick movements.

 

I couldn't remember when I had enjoyed such enthusiastic oral treatment. I was reaching a high state of arousal when she began to moan with each downward stroke of her incredibly soft mouth. If she wanted me inside her, I needed to end this luscious activity right away before I reached the point of no return.

 

Grasping her soft face again, I said, "Lori, that is fantastic, but if you keep doing that, you'll make me come very quickly."

 

She slowly raised her mouth from me, a strand of saliva trailed from her lower lip to the head of my erection. She stood, and I pulled her to me for another passionate kiss. With quick movements, she tended to my belt and the snap of my trousers. Once they were open, she dropped to her knees once more and removed my shoes and socks. I lifted myself from the chair, and she pulled the clothes from my body. I hadn't had a woman undress me in more years than I could remember.

     

She stood again, and I arose from my chair. She pulled at my tie as she placed her mouth on my neck; licking and kissing it with her warm, wet tongue. She continued to moan through her nose as she released the tie and deftly began unbuttoning my shirt.

 

"I need you Dr. Gray. Please?" she pleaded against the skin of my neck, "Please, give me what I need."

 

As the buttons were released she kissed down my neck to my chest, I took the opportunity to undo the buttons at my cuffs just as she completed her task. She threw open my shirt and pulled it off of me. We were both naked, and she pulled me against her warm tight body.

 

I was mesmerized by the feeling of her petite, feminine form pressed against me. My wife's body had long ago lost the smooth firmness that I felt in my arms at that moment. Since she was more than a foot shorter than I am, my cock was pressed against the silky smooth skin of her flat stomach.

 

"Now, Dr. Gray," she purred, separating herself from me and sitting on the edge of my desk. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged, a longing look of desire on her face. "And, don't worry, I'm on the pill."

 

"Nothing to worry about, at all," I replied. "I've had a vasectomy."

 

She reclined onto her elbows and spread her beautiful legs, inviting me into her. I moved between her legs, and she grasped my cock with her left hand. She guided it toward her open labia. I glanced down and saw them for the first time. The lips were deep pink and glistening with lubrication. There was a small wisp of fine, blonde hair above them.

 

"All the way in, please? Very slowly," she instructed me.

 

I moved forward and arched my hips as I did what she requested. The sensations of her warmth and tightness were exhilarating. As I slid completely into her in a slow fluid motion her lips formed into a small circle and she cooed softly. Then, she began to move her hips in slow, small circles.

 

"Oh, yes," she moaned. That's it! Ohhhhhh, yes!"

 

As she moaned for the next several seconds, I suspected that she had had an immediate orgasm. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to her open mouth, kissing me passionately. When she broke the kiss, she lay out fully on my desk, my cock still buried and motionless inside her, raised her legs and placed her feet on the edge of my desk.

 

"The first one is always so satisfying," she commented. The dreamy haze of afterglow in her eyes reinforced my suspicion that she had climaxed. "You did just what I wanted. Fuck me, Dr. Gray. Keep making me come," she hissed through her teeth as she began to rock her hips.

 

I stood between her legs, her body perpendicular to mine, partially withdrew from her wet passageway, then entered her fully again. I tried to go slowly, knowing that the magnificent excitement I was feeling in copulating with this stunning girl would cause me to reach my peak much sooner than I was accustomed with my wife.

 

I repeated the short thrusts several times and a long moan, which seemed to originate deep in her lungs, escaped her mouth. She lifted her buttocks up off the desk, and bucked her hips up and down.

 

"Yes, yes, yeeeeeesssssss," she cried as she threw her arms back above her head. "God, yes, that's good!"

 

Her second orgasm seemed to be deeper and longer than her first. I was in paradise, having pleasured this young vixen twice within one minute of coupling with her. She looked so gorgeous writhing against me in orgasmic abandon. I began to thrust harder and faster, pulling my cock nearly all the way out before plunging again.

 

"Thank you, Doctor. You fill me up so completely," she cooed, "Your cock is sooooo nice and big."

 

Through the fantastic sensual pleasure filling my mind I wondered what revelations I might obtain about her sexual addiction from this intimate act. I found another reason to extend our unison as long as possible to study her reactions.

 

She reached her pinnacle two more times, each seemingly stronger than the first. It dawned on me that she was experiencing purely vaginal orgasms, with virtually no stimulation of her clitoris. I knew that, statistically, fewer than thirty percent of women surveyed by medical researchers responded that they could achieve orgasm without clitoral stimulation. I had an idea that I wanted to experiment with, and, from a personal standpoint, an experience I wanted have.

 

I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It was stiff and long. I kissed down her chest, across her stomach, and, slowly removing my erection from her, kissed her abdomen.

 

"Oh, don't take it out yet, please," she implored me. "You haven't come yet, Doctor."

 

I lowered myself to my knees, held the insides of her thighs, and placed a soft kiss on her clitoris. In response, she grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled her legs up until they were vertical. Although I hadn't serviced a woman in this way in sometime, my wife developing an aversion to it many years ago, I did my best to suckle and lick what is reputed to be the most sensitive feminine body part.

 

"Oh, God, Doctor," she shouted. "I love that. Yes, you do that so well." She released her grip on her legs, wrapped them around my back, and ran her fingers through my hair as she continued to urge me on. "That's so good. Oh, that's good. Just like that. Just like, ohhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeessssssssssss!' she squealed as yet another orgasm swept through her body.

 

I had confirmed that she was capable of experiencing sexual climax from both forms of stimulation. It was difficult to tell whether her response was stronger either way.

 

Just as her crescendo ebbed, she yelled, "Put your cock back in me!"

 

I stood again, and drove it deep inside her. After several thrusts, she was grunting unintelligibly, forcing her hips forward to match my rhythm. I was fucking her faster and harder than I had my wife in decades.

 

I felt my orgasm building. Rising from my thighs and descending from my abdomen. Lori must have realized I was close. She peered into my eyes, her nostrils flaring and her mouth agape.

 

"Come with me this time. I want to feel you come inside me. Yes, Doctor, I want it," she coaxed in a half whisper.

 

The sensations met in my groin, and I knew the muscles around my prostate would soon be clenching spasmodically. Lori began to moan, and raised herself up on her hands to bring her face closer to mine.

 

"Now, oh God yes, now!" she screamed. I could feel the hot sweetness of her breath on my lips from her telltale moans of orgasmic fulfillment. This climax felt and sounded deeper, more intense, than the others.

 

As she began to quiet down, streams of semen darted through my duct in blissful discharge. It was glorious. It was like the happiest ending to a fairy tale. A dream girl comes to my office, and within an hour I am ejaculating into her slim body with the greatest sexual release I could remember.

 

I was panting when I opened my eyes and looked at Lori. She had a satisfied grin on her face, a face that was pinker than I had remembered. She took my upper lip in her mouth and played on it with her tongue.

 

"That was great, Doctor," she whispered. "Thank you. You made me feel wonderful."

 

"I felt wonderful as well," I admitted, still breathing heavily and somewhat shaking in my knees.

 

I moved back a step, withdrawing from her warm clutch, and Lori slithered her way off the desk and smoothly pushed me into my chair. She dropped to her knees and, in one fluid motion, slipped her mouth over my withering erection.

 

I find that my penis is extremely sensitive after ejaculating, and jumped when she wrapped her lips around it. I let her suck it for half a minute, but it was more painful than stimulating. I lightly grasped her head to pull her off my cock.

 

She looked up at me with a frown. "I want to make you hard again so that we can do some more."

 

"Lori," I said, "I'm afraid that is about it for me this evening. I'm not so young anymore," I admitted, caressing her cheek as I gazed down on her loveliness.

 

"Okay," she said, getting up and moving to where her clothes lay on the floor. She snatched some tissues from the box at the corner of my desk and placed them between her legs to catch the semen flowing out of her.

 

Not only did she not anticipate any non-sexual foreplay, diving straight for my cock without so much as a kiss or hug, she did not seem interested in any after-play. I assumed that she had been conditioned by her encounters with who knows how many men to merely satisfy herself and her partner in sexual abandon without any other showing of intimacy.

 

"Lori," I said softly, causing her to turn and face me.

 

"Change your mind?" she asked with an excited gleam in her eyes. "Want me to try to get you hard again?"

 

"No," I replied. "I want to express my gratitude for what we experienced together."

 

"Great. It was really great for me, too," she said, arching her eyebrows and reaching down for her clothes.

 

"Come here," I implored. She stepped to me and I embraced her tenderly, kissing her on the cheek. "Do you still trust me, Lori?" I asked softly, holding her in my arms.

 

"Yes, Dr. Gray. I want your help," she responded. She slowly raised her arms and placed them around my neck.

 

"Then, there are some things I will ask you to do."

 

Although she had been as eager as a siren to couple with me, it seemed that she was uncomfortable with physical contact now that her needs had been fulfilled. I paused before giving her instructions to allow her to become accustomed to cuddling with me.

 

"First, I want you to stop taking the birth control pills when the next cycle ends. The hormones in the pills could be hindering your overall mental wellbeing."

 

She pulled away slightly and looked up at me, horrified. "But, what if I...?"

 

"You won't," I interrupted. "You won't because you will follow all of my instructions, correct?" I could see the fear in her eyes evaporate.

 

"Yes," she said laying her charming head against my shoulder.

 

"Next, you have shown your willpower in avoiding contact with men for a week prior to this session. Therefore, you will avoid all physical contact, and especially sexual contact with men, until our next session."

 

"But when will that be?" she asked anxiously.

 

"Can you wait another week?"

 

"I, I," she stuttered; then went quiet for a few seconds. "It was a really difficult week, Doctor. I almost didn't make it. Could we start with shorter times? Then see how I do?"

 

My heart raced. I was already contemplating our next session, looking forward to more of what I had just experienced with her. Part of my responsibility is to relieve or minimize the mental suffering and anguish of my patients. I could imagine what it must have been like for her in the days leading up to her appointment. Besides, I didn't know if I could wait another week to be with her.

 

"How about Thursday? That would be three days," she said in a vibrant, wishful tone of voice.

 

"Let me check my calendar," I said, reaching with my right hand to tickle the keyboard of my computer. Checking my schedule, I replied, "Thursday at six o'clock. My last patient that day will be leaving at five forty-five."

 

"Alright. I'll be here,' she said with concern in her voice. With that, she kissed me on the cheek and headed for her clothes.

 

I watched her dress, still not comprehending the extent of pleasure I had just experienced. We dressed without any further conversation until she was prepared to leave. Once again, in her conservative outfit, she looked as fresh and sophisticated, certainly not like a self-proclaimed slut.

 

"Well, Doctor, I trust you to help me. I hope I'm doing the right thing."

 

"Just remember my instructions, Lori," I told her with a reassuring smile.

 

When she left I finished dressing. As I did so, I began to tremble with guilt and fear. I wondered if I was actually making her mental condition worse by taking advantage of her. I began to feel more concern for her than the fear I had felt for my future. I owed her the professional obligation of diligently attempting to resolve a condition that was obviously causing her great anguish. At the same time, deep within me, I was already looking forward to her next appointment; looking forward to the feeling of her vagina contracting around my cock as she exploded in orgasm.

 

 

 

 

Over the next two days, I spent every free moment researching sexual addiction; looking for its cause and acceptable treatments. Of course, I did not find one case study in which having carnal relations with the patient was condoned or even suggested. But I gained an abundance of knowledge on the subject. Because our session had advanced so quickly to physical contact, I realized that I actually knew very little about her background that could lead to a foundation for traditional treatment. However, I formulated a plan to hopefully draw out her feelings and thoughts about the root cause of her condition.

 

I didn't have sex with my wife for the next three days. She didn't come on to me, which is typical, and I didn't approach her. When Thursday rolled around, I found it difficult to concentrate on my patients during their sessions. I nodded knowingly as I listened to their confessions, but my mind was on my last patient of the day.

 

Around five, I made a drastic decision. I knew I wouldn't need it to enjoy the pleasures of her body but, wondering if the experience would be enhanced as it often is with my wife, I took one of the pills I had received from my doctor. By five-thirty, I was feeling flushed, knowing that the drug had already begun to affect me.

 

Just after six I heard to door to the outer office open. I arose and went through the door to encounter Lori. She was wearing a pink sweater blouse, virtually the same color as her impeccable skin, which extended about two inches below the waist of a black skirt that was cut about an inch above her knees. Black open-toe pumps with heels about two inches high accentuated her shapely calves. Her nails were pink this time, matching her sweater. Pink pearl earrings, the only jewelry she wore, dangled from her ears.

 

"Hello, Lori," I greeted her.

 

"Hello, Dr. Gray," she said. The look on her face was a mixture of anxiety and relief. "I'm really glad I'm finally here again." A small grin appeared as she fluttered her eyelashes at me.

 

She came closer, lifted herself on her toes, and kissed me; not passionately, but certainly more enticing than a friendly greeting. I motioned toward my inner office and followed her in. She took her seat and I positioned myself in my chair behind the desk. Her appearance, her kiss, and the anticipation of what might follow, combined with the effect of the medicine, caused my penis to enlarge immediately.

 

"How have you been since we last met?"

 

"I've been on edge, to tell you the truth. I didn't think I'd make it." Her lower lip was trembling ever so slightly. "I almost," she paused and looked at the floor for a moment, "called you yesterday to see if I could see you sooner. Now that I'm here, I guess I'm relieved." She raised her eyes toward me. I could see the hunger in them. Her expression showed the lust she must have been feeling.

 

"Have you followed my instructions?"

 

"Yes. I've kept myself busy. I've stayed away from men."

 

"Congratulations! That's a great start."

 

"I'm trying."

 

"Lori, you had mentioned that your mother had passed away. How old were you?"

 

"Six. I remember her, but as I grow older those memories become vaguer."

 

"What do you remember?"

 

"I remember sitting on her lap. I remember her reading to me while we cuddled in my bed. Just things like that."

 

"Do you feel that you have gotten over her death?"

 

"Well," she paused to consider her answer, glancing again at the floor. "I assume so. I mean, I don't really think about her at all anymore."

 

"So, you feel you have dealt with your loss?"

 

"Yes," she said, looking at me again with desire in her gleaming green eyes.

 

"And, you mentioned that you know that your father loves you. Could you explain that to me?"

 

She looked at the floor and sighed deeply, crossing her left leg over her right. My erection stirred when I saw more of the smooth, pink, legs that I hoped would soon be wrapped around my waist. 

 

"He must love me. All fathers love their children."

 

"You believe that to be true?"

 

"It is, isn't it?" she asked, tilting her head to one side as if questioning her opinion. "And, all children love their parents."

 

She was a beautiful young woman in so many ways. But, I was beginning to realize, she was an innocent, naïve child in many others. As I looked at her my erection was throbbing.

 

"Dr. Gray," she blurted, louder than necessary. "You cuddled with me like my mother did after we..." she allowed her voice to trail off.

 

"After we what?"

 

"After you fucked me," she replied. The sound of her voice had become breathy and provocative. Her flawless complexion began to turn even pinker.

 

"Didn't the other men you've been with cuddle with you?"

 

"A few, I guess. Most of them just..." her voice trailed off again, and she looked down at the floor. "I'm pretty sure many of them had wives or girl friends. They'd tell me how great I was and ask about when we could get together again, but..."

 

"How did cuddling with me make you feel?"

 

She looked up at me, and licked her lips. She had a sultry, wanton look on her face. "Dr. Gray, I need you now. Please?" she pleaded. "I don't want to wait any longer."

 

"But, Lori, you haven't answered my question." It took will power to continue our dialogue when I wanted her certainly as much as she wanted me.

 

"Cuddling?"

 

"Yes."

 

"It made me feel safe. It made me feel," she paused, "content, I guess."

 

It felt as if my cock had never before in my life been so solid and large. My face must have betrayed my endeavor to continue our verbal interchange. She arose from her chair and moved slowly around my desk. This time, I didn't wait for her to try to move my chair. I swung it around and stood to meet her.

 

She threw her arms around my neck as I pulled her diminutive body to mine. My cock twitched when I felt her sweet, wet lips and her tongue enter my mouth. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth of her tight, lean figure. I ran my hands over her back and buttocks.

 

She withdrew from our kiss and said, "You like to kiss before we start, right?"

 

"I'd kiss you anytime," I said, pulling her toward me again to taste her succulent mouth.

 

"I want you, Doctor. Please want me," she declared once our lips were parted. "I need you to want me."

 

She knelt before me and swiftly unhooked my belt. I gazed down at her, anticipating her next move. As she attended to my zipper, it dawned on me what she had just said was quite an admission. She needed to be wanted; whether by me or some man who was only interested in an occasional quickie. Everyone needs to be wanted on some level. For Lori, that level was sexual. It may have been the only way in her mind that she could be wanted. Coupled with her uncanny ability to take pleasure in multiple orgasms, it was reasonable to assume that she could become hooked on sex as a means of satisfying that basic human requirement.

 

My analysis of her mental state was interrupted when she lowered my pants and shorts to the floor. My cock, appearing huge even to me, hovered just in front of her striking face. She gazed at it like someone who had been lost in the desert for days and just found a tall glass of ice water.

 

"Dr. Gray," she moaned, "your cock is so long and thick." She looked up at me with her eyes wide. "Last time, it filled me so nicely. I love the way your cock feels inside me."

 

She wasted no more time. She flicked her tongue around the head of my cock while her hands cupped my scrotum. She lowered her head and, placing both hands around my shaft, one above the other, licked my balls in slow, wet strokes. She peered up at me and extended her thin, little pink tongue about as far as it would go. Stroking me with both hands, she teased my balls with its tip, never taking her eyes off mine.

 

She slowly pulled her head back, allowing a thin string of saliva to extend from her lips to my scrotum until it snapped. "Your cock seems even bigger and harder than last time," she said just before tickling me again with her tongue. "I want your big cock inside me. Please tell me you'll put it inside me and make me cum," she appealed in that sexy, twelve-year-old girl voice.

 

"Oh, I'll do just that," I replied, never taking my eyes of the vision of her youthful loveliness stimulating me.

 

Still peering at me, she rose up and licked the head of my cock with lavish strokes. It was as if the head was a scoop of ice cream, the shaft a cone, and she was lapping the melting confection to keep it from dripping onto her hand. She cupped one of my balls in each hand and placed her mouth just above my straining erection. Opening her lips, she allowed about a teaspoonful of saliva to dribble onto me.

 

"Do you like it really wet?" she asked in a near whisper.

 

"Yes, Lori," I groaned, "I like it anyway you want to do it."

 

Closing her eyes she slid her pink lips down my shaft. The feeling of her hot mouth was as glorious as I had remembered. She began pumping her head up and down. The sound of the sloshing liquid between her lips and my flesh filled the room.

 

Whoever might have coached her in giving oral pleasure to men had done an award-winning job. She kept going lower and lower, taking me deeper into her mouth until it seemed an anatomical impossibility. With her left hand squeezing tightly at the base of my cock, she held my scrotum in the palm of her right while her fingers, slippery with saliva, kneaded my perineum.

 

Soft gagging sounds came from her throat as she slowly lowered her head until I felt the crown of my cock slip into her throat. She continued until her lips reached my pubic hair, nearly reaching my pelvic mound. She stayed there for a few seconds, and it felt like she was swallowing, or attempting to do so, while breathing heavily through her nose. Ever so slowly again she raised her head pulling her lips off of me.

 

"My God, Lori, that is amazing," I commented with a smile.

 

Thick streams of saliva dripped from her lips to my cock. Pausing briefly to look up at me with a beguiling expression, she quickly began bobbing her head up and down on me, still manipulating my balls and perineum with her hands and fingers. The stimulation was indescribable.

 

"Lori, if you keep doing that..." I commented, too overwhelmed with excitement to finish my sentence. "Lori!" I cried, placing my hands at either side of her head to stop her momentum.

 

She released me and paused with her lips just touching the underside of the tip of my cock. Seeing her small face there, it indeed seemed inconceivable that she could get my entire length into her mouth and throat.

 

"Do you want me to make you come this way?" she asked, the movements of her lips nuzzling my cock as she spoke.

 

I considered quickly whether it would be the proper thing to do. If I let her continue and I was unable to achieve another erection, she would be denied one of the things she had obviously counted on me to provide. I wondered how that would affect her. Would she return again for more treatment? But, with the medicine causing blood to fill my penis so efficiently, and the thought of the pure joy of feeling myself inside her again, I was selfishly willing to risk the consequences.

 

 "I'd love that," I said, hoping I wouldn't regret my decision.

 

"You'll still fuck me, won't you?" she asked with a fleeting glare of desperation.

 

"I'll do my best."

 

With a gleam in her eye, she plunged her mouth down on me again, sliding her lips up and down in long, quick strokes. She continued to massage me with her hands, adding to the immense rush of pleasure. I could feel the tingle begin in my groin, when she slid her right hand back and I felt one of her wet fingers against my anus.

 

She played with my sphincter for a minute or so, then inserted her slender finger. An inch or so inside me I felt her deftly pressing against my prostate, moving her finger in small arcs. Her tongue was swirling against my sensitive skin. The vibration of her high pitched squeals added even more sensation.

 

The combination of stimuli brought me over the edge. A wave of orgasmic pleasure pervaded my body, and I felt powerful pulses of semen shoot through my cock. It was as if time stood still. Lori continued to suck me with long, deep strokes. Her finger continued to deftly massage my throbbing prostate. I could count the squirts as they spewed into her mouth. It was by far the longest and strongest climax I had ever had.

 

I realized suddenly that I had been grunting uncontrollably during my ejaculation. I was puffing for breath and my legs felt weak. I awkwardly sat back down in my chair, trying to regain my composure.

 

Lori gradually slowed her pace, and kept me in her mouth as I sat in rapture. She moaned in satisfaction and moved her tongue against me with slight pressure. She removed her finger, and toyed gently with my balls.

 

I looked down at her. Her sweet face had a glow of accomplishment. She gazed up at me as if I were a God and she had gained my favor by pleasing me so thoroughly. The analytical portion of my mind, which had been noticeably absent for about the last fifteen minutes, considered that she had performed so adeptly in an effort to make me want her. She wanted the only form of affection she had ever known - a man's cock inside her to make her have orgasms.

 

But, I wondered, was that the only response she wanted? If so, why? It would seem that her life would be hollow if the only thing she sought was sexual gratification. Surely, on some emotional level she must want, and need, more than that.

 

She moved her mouth off of me and snuggled her head against my naked thigh. "I think you liked that," she commented with a smirk. "Is there a bathroom in your office?"

 

I motioned toward the door behind her. "There are wash clothes and towels in the cabinet below the sink."

 

She jumped to her feet and ran on her tiptoes to the door. I heard water running for nearly a minute until she returned. She came to me with a warm, moist towel. She washed my face with it, and then knelt before me again. With soothing swipes of the towel, she cleansed my entire pubic area, including my ass.

 

"Feel good?" she asked.

 

"Ummmmmm," is all I could get out in response. I watched her contentedly, and noticed that my erection had not subsided nearly as much as I thought it would have. I also noticed how silly I looked with my shoes still on and my pants around my ankles.

 

"Shall I wash these out and hang them on the towel rack?"

 

"Sure," I said.

 

Scampering hurriedly back from the bathroom, she stood next to me, leaning against my desk. She stroked my hair with one hand and began unbuttoning her sweater with the other.

 

"Wait," I said, "may I do that for you?"

 

"If you want to. Making you come in my mouth has made me wet, Dr. Gray," she said in a sultry half whisper. "Will you....?" She paused and gazed at me.

 

"Will I what?"

 

"Will you lick my pussy before you fuck me; the way you did the last time? I, um, well, I really liked that." She again sounded like a twelve-year-old.

 

"I'd be glad to." I broke eye contact to begin removing my shoes.

 

"I'll do that," she demanded. With a graceful motion she was once again kneeling before me. With nimble fingers she had my shoes off my feet and my pants off my legs within a minute. Pushing them aside on the floor, she raised her right hand and traced the length of my half-erect penis with her fingernails in a gesture of reverence. It involuntarily twitched in response. "You are going to put this inside me, aren't you, Doctor?" Her voice had a pleading inflection.

     

I grinned. Notwithstanding her innocent appearance, she was incredibly sexy in voicing her desires. I wondered why none of her previous encounters had resulted in a long-term affair. Perhaps, I thought, she was entirely too easy. Her forthright willingness may have ruined other men’s’ desire for the hunt.

 

"I told you. I'll give it my best try," I answered, growing more confident that I would, indeed, be physically capable of performing as she wished.

 

I stood and removed my shirt. Laying it over the back of my chair, I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Placing one arm under her shoulder, I bent and lifted her with the other. She responded by kissing me passionately as I carried her toward the sofa near the wall of the office opposite my desk. Her body was lithe and light. She couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds.

 

"Oooo, you swept me away, Dr. Gray." She said as I dropped her to her feet in front of the sofa. I began the process of undoing the buttons on her sweater. The material felt luxurious against her breasts and abdomen. Once completed, I slid the sweater off her shoulders and down her slender arms. I couldn't resist kissing and licking the tender cleft where her collarbone met her neck.

 

I began to fidget with the clasp of her bra when I heard the sound of a zipper. She was apparently so overly anxious for my attention that she removed her own skirt. I felt it against my leg as she kicked it away, then felt the softness of her panties as she danced awkwardly to step out of them. That done, she reached behind her and easily mastered the bra closure that had me flustered.

 

Naked, she pulled away and reclined on the sofa, pushing her butt to the edge and spreading her lovely legs wide apart. She reached for me with both arms outstretched, inviting me to her yielding body. Beholding the beautiful young woman lying in submission, waiting for my attention, longing for me to give her pleasure, my cock grew harder by the second. When I fell to my knees between her legs, she clutched my head in her hands and began to guide it toward her vulva.

I resisted and instead raised myself over her, kissing her forehead tenderly. I moved my mouth down her nose and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Moving slowly, I nuzzled over her chin, down her neck, and approached her chest.

 

"You really like to kiss, don't you, Doctor?"

 

I raised my head to look at her. "I like to kiss you, Lori," I said with assurance, looking up at her lust filled eyes. "Do you like to kiss?" I asked, running my fingers over her breasts with a feather-like touch.

 

Her mouth opened and she slipped her tongue between her pink lips to moisten them. "I...I guess I'm beginning to like it more. It was just something I thought guys wanted to do to get ready for..."

 

My analytical mind was kicking in again. She was, indeed, addicted. Not to intimacy, but solely to the physical act; an act that could give her the sexual release she had come to long for in the past months. Gazing down at her adorable, pink, youthful body, I realized the extent of control I had gained over her. Granted, I used control over other patients to modify their behaviors, but Lori had successfully resisted any attempt to copulate with another man based upon my advice. I wondered if she relied upon that advice from a professional standpoint, or from the unspoken promise that if she succeeded, she would be rewarded at this appointment with satisfaction of her desire.

 

I ran my hands lightly over her stomach toward her abdomen. I wanted to continue our dialogue while providing her with stimulation. She seemed so vulnerable, so open, when she was aroused.

 

"What do you feel when you kiss me?"

 

"It feels so good, your warm mouth and tongue..."

 

"No," I interrupted, "what do you feel emotionally?" I asked, running my hands ever so much closer to her wet opening. My question washed the look of passion off her face. It was replaced by a quizzical smirk.           

 

"Emotionally?" she pondered. She sucked air into her lungs with a barely audible hiss when my thumb brushed across her wet, engorged clitoris. "When I kiss you? When I kiss you I feel like you really care about me."

 

I moved both thumbs to her swollen button and massaged it softly. "What did you feel, emotionally again, when you kissed the men before me?"

 

"Doctor," she said, her hips beginning to writhe involuntarily, "that feels so good. I've waited so long. Can we talk about this later?"

 

"I won't make you wait much longer," I assured her, my cock throbbing with every beat of my heart.

 

"With Dan, the first guy I met, I felt about the same way. I thought he cared about me. I wanted to kiss him to show that I cared about him." Her eyelids were only half-open as she rushed to higher arousal. "With most of the other men, I sometimes didn't care at all. It was something I just...did. It was something I thought I should do, even though with some of them, I didn't...Oh, God, Doctor Gray, that feels soooooo good."

 

"You didn't what?" I asked, probing for a more elaborate response.

 

"I didn't really want to kiss them," she replied, panting between words.

 

"Do you want to kiss me?"

 

"Oh, yes. I like kissing you. I like to be kissed by you, too."

 

Her answer was satisfying on two levels. From a professional approach, she felt an emotional tie between sensual touching and the person touching her. From a personal approach, she cared about me. This beautiful young girl wanted me for more than she had wanted most of the other sex partners she had had.

 

I lowered my head and kissed her belly as I continued to massage her. I trailed my tongue down her abdomen, over her soft tress of pubic hair. Moving my hands outward to the insides of her thighs, I kissed her love bud gently. It seemed much larger and harder than I remembered from those few days ago. I spread my lips farther apart to surround the erogenous area and licked her swollen knob.

 

"Oh, God! You do that so well," she cried, placing a hand at the back of my head.

 

I looked up to see her skin tone becoming even pinker again. She had closed her eyes. Her narrow lips slowly opened until I could see all of her sparkling, white teeth. Then, suddenly, as if operated by a switch, she opened her eyes wide and locked them on mine.

 

"You're going to make me cum, Doctor," she panted. "Oh, yes. Yes, that's it!"

 

Our eye contact was uninterrupted as she went over the edge. She moaned and gasped for air through her orgasm; clutching the back of my head and holding my mouth tight against her quivering pussy. The range of expressions her face conveyed was magnificent. I read them like a book: ascending to the peak, the realization that the sublime pleasure was seconds away, the pure rush of release, gratification and fulfillment, and when her bliss subsided, appreciative satisfaction.     

 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. She grabbed my arms and tried to pull me up and over her.

I need you inside me."

 

"Let me play a little longer," I protested, resisting her.

 

"But..."

 

"Let's see if you like what I have in mind."

 

I slowly slid my middle finger into her. Her passage was very wet and slippery. The intimate folds and nodules of her sheath felt delectable. It was no wonder it had felt so good when my cock was in her.

 

I used my finger to massage the upper wall of her vagina. Within seconds, I felt her spot. I had done this to my wife several times years ago. Although she claimed that it did not contribute to increased pleasure, I noticed much more response from her.

 

Dropping my mouth back down on her clitoris, I licked and nibbled ferociously. At the same time, I massaged her internally. Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably.

 

"Oh, oh," she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"

 

I continued her external and internal stimuli relentlessly. She raised her legs and spread them wider than I would have thought possible. She wrapped both of her hands around the back of my head, holding me in place.

 

"Oh," she screamed. "What..? Oh, my God... What, what are you doing to me?"

 

She fell silent for a few seconds, and then exploded with what must have been a colossal climax. Unintelligible screams and moans, interspersed with heavy breaths left her throat and reverberated around my office. Her body trembled. Her vagina rippled around my finger.

 

I glanced up to see an expression of delirious joy on her face. She stared at me with wide eyes, seemingly unable to comprehend the scope of the enjoyment she was experiencing. In the midst of release, her cries of rapture turned to short spells of laughter. Not laughter that would be a response to humor, but laughter that expressed achievement of a deep, personal achievement.

 

I had no idea that it was physiologically possible for a woman to have an orgasm for such an extended duration. After what seemed to be more than a minute, the contractions on my finger subsided, her undulating hips slowed, and she began to calm down. With a final shudder that coincided with a deep sigh, I felt her hands urging my mouth away from her.

 

I arose on my knees as she leaned forward bringing our lips to an even level. She kissed me with a combination of passion and gratitude, then withdrew a few inches from my face.                                                    

 

"That was..." she said, her green eyes seeming to glow in contrast to her fine, pink facial features. “I..."

 

"You what?" I asked, basking in the feeling of accomplishment I had at giving her such an intense release. She kissed me again.                      

 

"I've never felt like that before," she confessed. She gazed at me adoringly and ran the fingers of her left hand down the side of my face. "I...I just can't believe what you did to me. I've never felt so good before, Doctor."

 

Her thigh brushed against my erection. She glanced down at it and then focused on my eyes again. Wrapping her right hand around my shaft she said, "Oh, yes. Please? May I please?" she begged.

 

She pushed me gently until I was on my back on the plush carpet. Taking my hands in hers, she straddled me with her feet on either side of my chest. Using my grip on her hands for balance, she deftly lowered her tiny body until, with only a slight movement, the angle was correct and the very tip of my organ had pierced her. Bringing her torso upright, so that my cock stood vertically, she slowly lowered herself around me. Just before she had taken me fully, she shuddered and let out a sharp cry of delight as her third orgasm hit.                                       

 

Using only the muscles of her lovely legs and the leverage from my hands, she bounced up and down the full length of my cock repeatedly. She threw her head back, revealing the tense muscles in her neck. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. With every downward plunge she emitted a breathy, high pitched squeal as her highly stimulated clitoris made repeated contact with my pubic bone. 

 

"Oh, my God!" she screamed. Her voice was hoarse and guttural. "Thank you, Doctor, thank you!" She continued to ride me without slowing at all. "Oh, yes, Dr. Gray. Stay just like that," she demanded in a voice filled with anticipation. "Just like that!"

 

Her wet tube felt hot and tight as it massaged my erection up and down, over and over again. I appreciated the stamina and exuberance of her youth, realizing that my wife would have been exhausted long before now. I fought as hard as I could to hold back my ejaculation under the extreme pleasure I was receiving.

 

"YES!" she screamed suddenly. She writhed and rebounded violently on me with her fourth climax of the afternoon. With the agility of a practiced athlete, she released the grip on my hands and raised her arms above her head. Her body was glistening in a light coating of sweat from her gymnastic-like feats to please herself - and me, I hoped. Her skin tone was a glowing pink. Her nipples, hard and erect, were nearly crimson. Her blonde hair bounced beautifully above and around her head.

 

Finally, she lowered her vulva tight against me and rotated her hips in small circles. With her eyes closed, she collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around her svelte body and held her tightly against me. She was trembling from the magnitude of her repeated climaxes.

 

"Mmmmm," she sighed, nuzzling my neck. After half of a minute she said, "I love it when you hold me like this."

 

"I'm glad," I responded. Her lithe body felt so good against my skin I couldn't keep from continuing to slide my cock in and out of her.

 

"Doctor," she exclaimed, "you didn't come yet," she declared in a tone of disbelief. "I was so caught up in myself I thought that you had. Mmmmmm," she sighed again. "That means we can do some more, right?"

 

"Do you need to do some more?" I asked.

 

She was silent for about a minute. She placed her hands on my shoulders and her forearms on my chest. She raised her head until her face was just inches above mine.

 

"No." She stated with conviction. Just as a wave of disappointment rushed through my thoughts she said, "I don't need to. But, I want to."

 

This, I thought, was a significant development, as I continued to slide around in her deliciously tight vagina. I hoped that I had made some additional progress in her treatment. Previously, she had needed my sexual attention because I had impressed upon her the requirement that she remain celibate when not in my office. She had expressed only wanton desire to fulfill a need. I could tell from her statement that, at least at that moment, she wanted to have sex with me, not just any man she could find.

 

"So do I," I said with a smile.

 

I rolled onto my side and, as I did so, she wrapped her slender legs around my waist. Getting to my knees, I held her close to me as I arose to my feet. I placed my hands under her bottom and lifted her off me.

 

"Oh, you took it out," she bemoaned.

 

I lowered her so that she was standing and spun her around until she was facing away from me. With gentle pressure I pushed on her back until she bent over and placed her arms on my desk.

 

"Doctor Gray,” she cooed, turning her head to glance back at me, “can you make me feel again the way I did when you used your mouth and fingers on me?"

 

"I'll certainly try," I replied, admiring the view of her narrow waist and firm, round buttocks.

 

She peered into my eyes as I slide my rock hard cock back into her slippery hole. It was so gratifying to be back inside her warm, willing body. I tried to position myself so that the head of my penis would hit the same spot that I had found with my fingers. I worked it in as deeply as I could and used short, powerful thrusts.

 

Reaching around her hip with my right hand, I gently teased her clitoris with my fingers, hoping I was accomplishing my goal. She began to moan softly and straightened her arms so that she was nearly standing. I grabbed her left shoulder for leverage as I increased the length and speed of my thrusts. She responded by arching her back and forcing her ass back toward me.

 

"Oh, Doctor Gray," she cooed. "I think," she whispered, "yes, that's it. That's how it felt!"

 

It was as if we were in a mating frenzy. I could feel her clitoris enlarge when

I applied more pressure and massaged it and the surrounding area with my fingers, trying my best to make it feel to her as if my mouth were stimulating her.

 

"Oh, my God!" she cried in a shrill voice. "That's it! That's it!" Lori screamed over and over.

 

I was lost in a netherworld of erotic bliss. I concentrated only on the feeling of her delicate internal tissues against my erection and massaging her pleasure bud. With no forethought, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward me.

She turned her head and looked into my eyes. "Yes, yes, yes...." she whispered over and over.

 

I could see from her expression that something monumental was about to happen. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. Then, suddenly, her expression turned to one of utter disbelief. She stopped whispering and gazed at me for several seconds, then turned her head back away from me suddenly.

 

"NOW!" she shrieked. "YES, NOW!"

 

Her body trembled for another few seconds, then she went wild. She bucked her hips against me, slapping the backs of her thighs against the front of mine. Although she uttered no sounds, it was obvious that she had completely lost control in the rapture of an intense orgasmic release. Just as she had when I had pleased her with my mouth and fingers, she seemed to linger in the bliss of her release for an unfathomable amount of time.

 

I continued to fuck her as rapidly as I could, extracting my own immense pleasure from pleasing her. I could feel the tingle build in my abdomen and thighs as I approached my maximum level of excitement. The pleasurable feeling began to culminate in my groin while I watched and listened to her enjoyment. It felt like my cock was growing even larger as I approached ejaculation.

 

I sensed that her orgasm had reached its ebb. "Pull my hair, Baby," she sighed. "Come inside me, Doctor," she urged, turning to look at me again. "Empty yourself inside me. Come inside me, Doctor," she beckoned.

 

I needed no more incentive. The pressure in my body reached an explosive level. I yelled when I felt a powerful surge of semen pulse through my cock, followed by another, and another, until I lost count of the number of pleasurable spurts. Lori squealed and sighed in delight as I filled her.

 

"Oh, Doctor! Oh, feel good! Feel good inside me, Doctor!" she coaxed.

 

My pace slowed as the contractions of my prostate waned. I was sweaty and tired from the physical performance of my aging body. Gulping for air, I finally slumped onto her back and held her close to me.

 

"Here, Doctor Gray," she said, turning to face me and taking me by the hand, "come over here."

 

She led me to the couch and helped me sit. Placing her diminutive hands on my cheeks, she kissed me lovingly. Gracefully, she slithered down my body until she was kneeling between my quivering legs. Cupping my drained balls in her hands, she slid her mouth over my cock and gently sucked the remaining viscous liquid from my seminal duct.

 

Releasing her lips from my cock she said, "I hope you felt even half as good as you made me feel." I could feel her warm breath and her lower lip against the sensitive underside of my cock as she spoke. "Thank you, Doctor."

 

I peered down at her loveliness. She was even more beautiful in her post-

orgasmic state. Her luminous eyes sparkled between their half closed lids. Her disheveled hair still looked as soft and luxurious as when she had first arrived. 

 

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. I stroked her hair as she nuzzled her face against my thigh. She looked so subservient in that position. It was as if I could do anything I wanted to her. Regaining normal breaths I said, "Lori, come up here with me."

 

Without hesitation, she joined me on the couch. I pulled her to me and cradled her tender body in my arms. In response, she wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed contentedly.

 

"I want to thank you, too, Lori." I said. "You've made me feel better than I have in half a lifetime."

 

"I feel so safe right now," she said, shocking me back to professional reality.

 

"I feel, well, I feel satisfied. It's like I can think clearly without worrying about...well, about..." she trailed off into silence.

 

"About what?"

 

"You know, about when I will get to come again."

 

She was expressing her feelings without any goading from me. I was flattered that I had completely satisfied her but, I knew, within a few days her needs would again become overwhelming. Putting aside my carnal desires, I knew that I needed to concentrate on her emotional development to suppress the awful pangs of guilt that would soon inhabit my mind.

 

"Lori, I want you to find some ways to occupy your mind until our next session. Join a club; one, of course with only female members. Volunteer your time to help others. I want you to do things that will help you concentrate less on your needs and more on the needs of others."

 

She was quiet for a few seconds. "That's a good idea, Doctor. I sometimes don't know what to do with my time."

 

"Good," I said. "Let's get cleaned up and schedule your next appointment."

 

 

 

 

 

Over the last six months Lori has made significant improvement. She moved out of her apartment and purchased her own home in the suburbs. She has joined a garden club that meets every two weeks. She has learned about gardening and has brought me pictures of her own garden. Three days each week she helps out at the library of a nearby elementary school. Of particular interest to her are the special needs children.

 

Her sexual addiction unfortunately has not been cured. In all my extensive research, I have not uncovered one case study in which a cure has been reached without dangerous drugs or risky hypnotherapy. However, from her personal standpoint, her self image has improved immensely. She has concentrated her addiction toward me and sees me as her confidant. No longer does she feel like a promiscuous slut, as she had before our first meeting.

 

I schedule her appointments every three days. She continues to adhere to my advice that she remain celibate between our sessions. Her treatments have been satisfying enough that she is no longer as anxious as she had been. However, we have found that two hour appointments are much better for us, particularly in satisfying my wife's inquisitiveness as to why I spend so much time at my office. I have explained to her that I have a patient with an unusual need for my extended services.

 

I still charge her at the regular fees I charge my other patients, and she pays my fees promptly and without question. She understands that her condition is complicated and will require a prolonged and extensive course of treatment. So far, neither of us has discussed when her need for treatment will end. However, in my professional opinion, since her affliction is so acute she may need life-long care.  

      

 

       

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

     

     

     

     

  

     

 

If the descriptions of the miraculous properties of Punali were in the least accurate, it could lead to the development of drugs which could cure, or at least control, any number of nervous system disorders from which millions of people suffer worldwide. As a research botanist specializing in herbal compounds, I felt I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to venture back into the jungle to try to obtain samples of what could be such a valuable discovery.

 

I was accompanied by three very able-bodied, although less than talkative natives. Jose, who had assisted me on two other journeys, was truly a remarkable man. He had a grasp of nearly every tribal language and dialect we had encountered. In fact, he was probably weakest in his mastery of English. He also had an uncanny ability to know where he was in the dense vegetation that seemed to go on and on with no end. I was lucky to have an idea of which direction the canoe was heading.

 

Pico and Leti were along for muscle. Jose had hired them on his own; having been acquainted with them for several years. I could only speak to them through Jose and, by and large, they had little to say anyway. They carried our supplies and my equipment and kept the canoe moving through the murky, brown waters of the narrow tributaries we were navigating.

 

We were probably two hundred miles or so south of the equator, gliding smoothly south, I assumed, on the surface of a narrow river. I had long ago stopped noticing my own body odor, or that of my companions, after so many days of constant perspiration. We didn’t dare bathe in the water because of the plethora of critters which would feast on us, or enter our bodies through any orifice they could penetrate and eat their way out again.

 

The river narrowed even more, and we found ourselves under a thick canopy of leaves from the trees that lined the bank. At least we were out of the incessant sun which burned down on us more than sixteen hours each day.

 

“This all new,” Jose commented, glancing slowly from side to side with his dark, deep-set eyes.

 

He inhaled deeply as if he were trying to smell our location. He thrust his chin out and furrowed his heavy brow. His sudden attitude of concern was beginning to worry me.

 

“This all new,” he repeated.

 

Jose arose carefully and silently in the canoe. As he peered into the overgrowth of vegetation, Pico turned to him and said something I, of course, did not understand. Jose flashed his eyes at him and grunted, obviously signaling him to be silent.

 

Slowly, Jose raised his right arm above his shoulder. Then, with the speed of a catapult, it shot down, his index finger extended to point toward the jungle.

 

“Somebody.” His whisper was barely audible. “Unomo,” he said as quietly as possible.

 

We stayed motionless, like we were frozen. When Jose uttered another unintelligible word, Pico and Leti pulled their oars from the water. It didn’t appear that Jose blinked his eyes, he only stared at the spot that had drawn his attention. After what seemed like fifteen minutes, Jose suddenly opened his mouth and called to the bank.

 

“Bulicai! Bulicai!” The volume of his cry caused the din of bird and insect noises to silence momentarily.

 

We waited another few minutes, and Jose made the identical call to the bank. I nearly jumped into the water when we heard the response.

 

“Bulicai yento cot!” The voice was high-pitched and sounded urgent.

 

“We scare them,” Jose whispered. “Stand.” I did as he said. With a word to our companions, they did as well. “We no be scared. We be scared, we maybe be dead.”

 

Several different voices from unseen mouths began chanting. “Bulicai yento cot, bulicai.” Stopping abruptly, the echo of the cries reverberated in the trees.

 

Jose turned his head and looked at us. “Do like me,” he said. He raised his arms above his head, spread his fingers wide apart, and yelled in a forceful baritone, “Bulicai!”

 

With no detectable movement of the foliage, as if they had emerged through green fog, warriors appeared on the river bank. There must have been fifty of them, each on holding a spear. They were short in stature, but their muscles were finely developed.

 

As Jose continued to let loose a barrage of words, it seemed from the warriors’ expressions that they either didn’t understand him or were cautiously considering what he told them. I had a sinking feeling of helplessness. There was no was to escape their spears if they chose to throw them. Our rifles, at our feet in the canoe, might as well have been a mile away.

 

“Yento cot,” one of the warriors cried. “Adobo! Adobo!”

 

“Bulicai,” Jose bellowed. “Cot adobo!”

 

One of the men in the middle of the string of warriors lowered his spear. As he did so, his comrades did likewise. “Buleto, bulicai,” the apparent leader called.

 

“We live,” Jose sighed. Lowering himself to sit in the canoe he added, “For now.”

 

Pico and Leti paddled slowly to the bank. They did not look happy at all. I knew I wasn’t. We were farther from civilization than any of us had ever been and we were at the mercy of a tribe that was virtually unknown outside this region.

 

The Unomo warriors wore brightly colored feathers in their coal black hair. As we came closer, I saw that all were at least a foot shorter than us. However, their physiques were perfectly proportioned.

 

When we reached the bank, it was obvious that our captors were fascinated by me. They had probably never before seen a person with light brown hair and pink skin whose size dwarfed them. Strangely, they did not seem to fear me. It was wonder and awe I saw in their eyes; as if they were actually happy I had arrived.

 

Suddenly, a disturbing thought entered my mind. Although I had never heard any documention of the practice in the Brazilian jungle, it was not beyond the realm of possibility that the Unomo, so isolated and obscure, were cannibals. Could they be evaluating me as a feast that would feed their entire village?

 

With the canoe lashed to a tree, Pico and Leti unloaded the box which contained my equipment. Having done so, Leti stepped back into the canoe, retrieved our rifles, and handed them out. There was no response at all from the natives. I surmised that they had no idea of the purpose of the guns.

 

The pace they set as we marched through the nearly impassable flora was tiring. Within a mile of the river, we were walking gradually uphill. When we reached the top, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The village was constructed on a wide, vast plateau. Hundreds of small structures surrounded three large central buildings. It was the most elaborate and sophisticated jungle community I had ever seen.

 

A small crowd of Unomo had gathered to investigate their visitors. Like the warriors, they were small in stature. What immediately caught my eye was a group of young women, or possibly girls, who were standing together in a corner of the concourse of buildings. They were barely four feet tall, but their physical characteristics were stunningly attractive.

 

Wearing only skirts around their waists, which extended to the middle of their thighs, and beaded necklaces, nearly all of their shapely bodies were open to my view. One of them was exceptionally alluring. Although somewhat smaller than the other girls, she had voluptuous breasts, an extremely narrow waist, and lean, sculptured legs. Her eyes locked onto mine as I gazed at her. She lowered her pretty head and peered provocatively at me from under long, ebony eye lashes.      

 

We were led to the entrance of the largest building. Two warriors went inside while we continued to be scrutinized by the Unomo populace. Within minutes, one warrior returned and spoke to Jose.

 

“We talk to chief,” Jose said to me.

 

With a wave of his hand, the warrior motioned us into the building. A skinny, withering old man arose from his seat on a carved, wooded stool. He approached me, paying no attention to my companions, and stopped inches away. He gazed at me intently from head to toe. I towered over him by at least two feet.

 

“Bulicai?” He asked, staring intently into my eyes.

 

Jose didn’t speak. I assumed from the interchange at the river that the word indicated “friend.”

 

“Bulicai,” I responded, doing my best to mimic the word.

 

Apparently satisfied that I was sincere, the old chief walked around me slowly. When he faced me again, he raised a frail hand and squeezed my upper arm.

 

“Bulicai!” The tone of his voice indicated that he had confirmed my status – whatever that might be. Glancing at my equipment box, he spoke to Jose.

 

“He want know what box do, Jose said.

 

“Go ahead and tell him.”

 

“No words to tell Unomo.”

 

“Tell him I use the boxes to find medicine to heal sickness.”

 

Jose was momentarily bewildered. He paused, then began to speak to the old man. He used hand gestures in an attempt to give an explanation. The only word I recognized was Punali.

 

“Dutera Punali,” the old man said to me, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical expression.

 

“He say you get Punali.”

 

I was shocked. I never dreamed it would be this easy. I expected some hesitation on his part to even discuss Punali, let alone allow me immediate access to it.

 

“What’s their word for thank you,” I asked Jose. Before he could reply, the old man droned on in what sounded to me to be a rambling monologue.

 

“He say you get Punali after ceremony,” Jose told me when the oration was ended. “He say ceremony first, then you get.” It was obviously my imagination, but Jose suddenly looked as white as a ghost. “He say Unomo need…”

 

“Unomo need what?” I asked.

 

“Hard to say words,” Jose said. He looked at me with what might have been pity in his eyes. “Unomo need… words hard. Blood, life, Jose not sure. He say you strong, you smart. Unomo need you. You give to Unomo at ceremony.”

 

As Jose spoke, I began to tremble. Thoughts flashed through my mind with the speed of lightning. Was I to be sacrificed? How could I get Punali after giving my life? It didn’t make any sense.

 

Jose had an ominous look on his face as he said, “Chief say you need sleep. Ceremony go all night. You sleep now.”

 

With that, the old man called to the warrior. I was ushered out to one of the smaller buildings. It was about twelve feet square. It contained a wooden bench upon which had been placed wooden trays with an assortment of fruits and vegetables. In the center of the room was a cot made from reeds woven around branches and covered with animal skins.

 

As the warrior left, he motioned graciously to the feast that had been prepared for me. Initially, I had no appetite, wondering if this might be my last meal. I was so tired from the day’s events that I couldn’t seem to think straight. There was no logic in the old man’s promise. Either that or Jose’s limited knowledge of the dialect allowed him to provide me with only a cryptic understanding of what had been said.

 

In any event, my state of mind was not helping. Although escape may not be possible, I would have a better chance if I were refreshed. I went to the bench and ate several pieces of fruit, then I reclined to at least attempt to rest.

 

I was awakened by the sound of the old man’s voice. I opened my eyes to find that the room was illuminated only by the flames from small torches at each corner. The chief wore a cape adorned by colorful feathers. He began to speak words I could not begin to comprehend.

 

I sat on the edge of the cot and listed to his soft, low voice. Suddenly, I recognized a word: Punali. From the waist of his skirt, he produced a small pouch and held it out to me. I grasped it and realized it was the bladder of a small animal filled with liquid.

 

“Punali,” he said slowly. He motioned with his hand that he was holding an invisible object to his mouth; urging me to drink from the bladder. He pinched the tip and removed a leather lace that had sealed the liquid in.

 

Reluctantly, I took a drink. It was a milky, gritty mixture with a sharp, acidic flavor. I pulled it away from my mouth and grimaced.

 

“Punali,” he said again, and pushed the bladder toward my mouth.

 

I opened my throat and dumped the vile contents down it; attempting to avoid any contact with my tongue. Nevertheless, the horrible taste made me shiver.

 

The feeble tribal leader placed his hand on my forehead and chanted in a low monotone. Ever so gently, he pushed me back until I was lying on the cot.

 

“Pado, bulicai,” he said, then turned and left the room.

 

I waited to die. I expected to die–to never see my wife and children again. Then, almost imperceptibly, the effects of the medicine came on slowly. The first sensation was that the reflections of the flickering flames were dancing on the thatched ceiling. I studied them; picking out shapes of birds, flowers, and animals.

 

Gradually, I felt extremely lucid. I felt as if this were the first time in my life that I had ever had truly clear thoughts. I felt energetic. I wanted to do something: to run, jump, swim. All of the fatigue I had felt earlier in the day had vanished.

 

From the corner of my eye I saw movement as someone entered the room. She was carrying a large wooden bowl. She was naked from the waist up and she was beautiful. I couldn’t tell if she was one of the young women I had seen in the village square. She was small, as everyone in the village, but not squat and round like most of the women who are native to tribes in the Amazon jungles.

 

White feathers and white flowers were woven into straight, shimmering black hair which flowed down from her head to just above her shoulders. Her almond shaped eyes and flat nose made her look like a Polynesian princess. But her flawless skin, which shined like black velvet in the dim light, was much darker.

 

Without saying a word, she put the bowl down on the floor next to the cot. The aroma of the sweet-smelling liquid in the bowl began to fill the room. She dropped gracefully to her knees and grasped the collar of my shirt. Her confused expression let me know she had never seen one before. She fumbled with the top button, becoming frustrated that she could not get it out of the hole.

 

Her reason for wanting to remove my shirt was a mystery, but I had no inclination to resist. I reached up and slowly undid the button as she keenly studied the movements of my fingers. She immediately comprehended the procedure and, with some difficulty, removed the remaining buttons. It was strange, but my feelings of fear were gone. I sensed that she wasn’t there to murder me, even though I spied a small dagger, carved from either shell or bone, tucked in the waistband of her skirt.

 

Once my shirt was loose, I raised my torso and allowed her to remove it from my arms. That done, she focused her attention to the buckle on my belt. It was obvious she was pondering how to manipulate it. I decided to see how long it would take her to find the solution to the puzzle. Before she touched it, she gazed at it from several angles. In an impressive performance, she was able to unbuckle my belt and even unsnap my trousers.

 

As she was staring at my zipper with an inquisitive look, another young woman entered who, like my current companion, was carrying a wooden bowl. She was even smaller, but by far more attractive. Her perfect white teeth glistened like polished pearls. White feathers and flowers also adorned her lovely head. She set her bowl on the ground and knelt behind my head.

 

The girl undressing me finally looked at me and shook her head from side to side. Assuming she was stymied by the zipper, I slid it down for her. She grasped the trousers and pulled them down to my ankles, unable to get them over my boots. Realizing this, I untied them and pulled them off. As soon as I did, I felt her tiny hands on my shoulders beckoning me to lie back on the cot. My personal valet wasted no time in removing my pants and sweat soaked socks. 

 

I knew what was happening was highly unusual, but I had no sense of danger or apprehension. Because of the Punali, obviously, I was willing to let these young women do whatever it was that they were sent to accomplish.

 

Suddenly, two more young women, white feathers and flowers in their hair, entered carrying bowls. They appeared to be identical twins and they were breathtaking. It was difficult to judge the age of my visitors, but the twins seemed exceptionally young and vibrant. A little taller than the other two, possibly nearly five feet, their slender bodies were blessed with tantalizingly plump, round breasts. They paused momentarily, and it was obvious they were fascinated either with my underpants or what was beginning to bulge inside them.

 

As the twins set their bowls down and knelt on either side of me, Number One, I decided to call her, grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them slowly over my hips, down my legs, and off my feet. The twin on my left let out a muted gasp when my semi-erect organ was exposed. I assumed that, not only had they not seen a circumcised penis, they may never have seen one of such size. For that matter, considering their youth, they may never have seen one before at all.

 

White motioned that she wanted me to roll over. Once I had done so, each of the girls produced a small piece of animal fur. After dipping the furs into their bowls, they began to wash me. I guessed that the cool liquid was water that had been scented with herbs or flowers. The fur was incredibly soft; possibly chinchilla. Whatever it was, the feeling against my skin was heavenly.

 

I tried to tell myself that this was most likely not meant to be a sexual rite. The last thing I wanted to do was commit a social taboo which might get me into a worse situation. But, my body had its own interpretation. One of the effects of the Punali was to heighten every sensation. Having four attractive, nearly naked, young maidens stroking me was causing my cock to expand no matter how much I consciously tried to prevent it.

 

As the twins washed my back, Number One cleansed my legs in long, slow, swipes. The second girl, Pearl I decided to name her because of her amazing teeth, attended to my hair, neck and shoulders. I was able to relax and enjoy the attention, especially when Number One and the twins went to work on my buttocks.

 

When they stopped, I assumed it was time to roll over. My cock was fully erect as I maneuvered onto my back. I heard a moan from one of the twins and a hushed sigh from Number One when they saw my organ. No amount of willpower could have kept me from becoming excited under these extraordinary circumstances.

 

The girls’ motions seemed to become more sensual as they began to wash me again. The girl at my head washed my face and ears and was working on my neck and shoulders. The twins tended to my arms, chest, stomach, and abdomen. At the same time, Number One started at my feet and worked her way up my calves and thighs. My cock was fully engorged and solid; standing tall and proud. Although they tried to hide it, it was obvious they took every opportunity to steal glances at it.  

 

Spreading my legs and lifting them, Number One washed the crack between my buttocks just as the twins’ four hands converged on my pubic area. My erection throbbed when I felt the soft fur glide over my perineum and reach my scrotum. While one twin massaged my shaft, the other gently swabbed the head.

 

Their lovely bodies were so small that it appeared my cock was as thick and long as their forearms. I watched in awe for the next several minutes as they diligently cleaned me with the luxuriously soft furs; never letting their hands actually touch my skin.

 

Suddenly, the bath was finished. They placed their furs in the bowls, and I expected them to leave. Happily, I was wrong. They sat back on their legs, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their heads.

 

One of the twins spoke as if beckoning someone. Within seconds, another young woman entered the room. She was even more lovely that my four attendants. Barely more than four feet tall, her body was that of a Goddess in miniature. She wore nothing but red flowers and red feathers that had been woven into her hair, and several necklaces of red beads and shells dangling from her supple neck. The reflections from the torches gave her eyes, dark and fascinating, an exotic aura.

 

My cock stiffened even more as I gazed upon the new arrival. She could easily have had her photograph featured in travel brochures designed to lure men on Caribbean cruises in the hope of encountering tropical beauties. However, she was far too young to be the subject of such an advertisement. She stopped near the cot and stood with perfect posture.

 

“Alamadi,” she said softly as she looked into my eyes. She glanced briefly at my organ and her eyes opened wide. I am by no means exceptionally endowed. My cock is probably average for my six foot height. But, in relation to her tiny body, I seemed utterly huge.

 

She dropped to her knees and took it in her hands. She ran them gently over it; as if measuring me. Ever so slowly she lowered her gorgeous ebony face until her brown lips were poised just above it. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip, then backed away a few inches drawing a glistening strand of saliva which trailed to her lips until it snapped.

 

“Alamadi,” she said again with an intriguing smile on her face. The tone of her voice indicated she was satisfied with my size and taste. She placed her lips on me again and began to nurse me. She drew more and more of me into her warm mouth as I listened to the erotic sound of the wet friction of her lips.

 

I was in awe. I watched as her small jaws opened wide and her delicate cheeks stretched and contorted to accommodate what to her must have been an impossibly massive organ. She plunged her head up and down; sucking in more and more of me each time. Provocative moans emanated from her nasal passages.

 

Eventually, her sweet lips were sliding over nearly half of my length. The twins began to lick and tongue my ears as I reached down and caressed the back of Red’s lovely head as it bobbed up and down.

 

She was bringing me to the edge of climax. I felt a rapturous, growing tension between my legs which slowly radiated throughout my body. Just as I was about to urge her to stop, she raised her mouth off of me. She arose and climbed onto the cot; straddling my hips. I could see the dark brown lips of her pussy were spread wide open, protruding through her ebony pubic hair, displaying a hint of their pink interior.

 

My drug laden mind was racing. It was obviously her intention to mate with me, but I had no idea why. Was this incredible scene just a vision induced by the Punali? If it was, it was incredibly real.

 

She raised up and held my shaft to her opening with her tiny hand. Gently, she lowered her narrow hips until her vulva made contact. She was so small and tight that it felt like there was no opening to penetrate; only a soft, slippery indentation. She repeated her attempt several times until I felt the tip of my cock slip into her. Once we were coupled, she collapsed onto my chest, reached up, wrapped her slender arms around my neck, and crushed her petite breasts against my lower chest.

 

I grasped her hips and helped her push down; forcing myself farther into her. The tight tissues of her vagina seemed to relax and expand to accommodate me each time she’d thrust downward. It was a fantastic sensation to feel her tiny body gradually yielding to me.

 

I felt a soft obstruction against the head of my cock. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that Red was a virgin. I stopped pushing and allowed her to control the force and depth of penetration. She squealed in pain as she lunged against me. I felt her hymen flexing and giving way to my intrusion.

 

With an energetic thrust and whimper of pain, she forced me into her. When her membrane ripped, I slid another few inches into her deliciously tight, smooth, unexplored duct. After a few more strokes, she managed to take more than half of me into her. She was grunting each time she plunged down. Her hot breath was moistening my chest.

 

I placed my hands on her slim back and applied more and more pressure to drive her down on me until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. She writhed and bucked almost uncontrollably. Raising her head, she gazed into my eyes. Her mouth was open wide and she screamed with every breath.

 

Throughout her orgasm, I continued to take the initiative. Overcome with lust, I used my strength to propel her diminutive body up and down on me. I suddenly felt two mouths licking and tonguing the insides of my thighs. I drove deeper and faster into her until her vulva was close against me; my entire length throbbing inside the tender, narrow sheath that engulfed it.

 

She placed her hands on my chest and arose until she sat astride me. Her dreamy, teary, half-closed eyes showed that the pain of losing her virginity had been replaced by the luminous glow of euphoria. She moaned with every breath and rocked her pelvis in circles to grind her clitoris against mine.

 

She placed her hands against her stomach and muttered something. She was apparently showing me where she felt my cock deep inside her. Watching her dance on me, I took her breast in my hands. They were exquisitely firm and round. Her nipples were elongated and had stiffened as a result of her excitement.

 

“Oh! Deolo! Deolo!” she screamed as another orgasm, much more potent than her first, overtook her. I felt the muscles in her vagina rippling against my cock. “Ohhhh, deolo!!” she continued to cry; throwing her head back and forth wantonly.

 

I grasped her slim waist with my hands and lifted her up and down in quick, powerful jerks. The sight of my cock sliding into her minute frame was astonishing. I savored the physical and mental rush of having her vaginal essence stimulate me.

 

The pitch of her screams fell several octaves until low groans of satisfaction resonated from her lungs. She raised her hands and combed her fingers through her long hair as it bounced wildly around her shoulders. She was totally lost in passionate release.

 

A tingling sensation fluttered just behind my scrotum and rapidly washed through my entire pubic region. Watching Red bounce on me and feeling the mouths of two of the girls on my upper thighs, I grunted as I felt the muscles surrounding my prostate clinch like a boxer’s fist.

 

An enormous stream of semen shot through my cock. Another followed, and several more rushed through me into her hot cavity. Each one brought so much intense pleasure that it was almost too much to endure. One sure thing could be said for Punali: it increased sexual pleasure to an astounding level.

 

Red must have felt the hot liquid spew into her. A smile of deep satisfaction graced her lips and she swiveled her hips provocatively as I filled her. When I had finished, she fell limp against my chest, panting and moaning.

 

Within seconds, she rolled off of me. Immediately my four attendants were at my side again and began to wash me with the soft furs. I remained still, catching my breath, and allowed them to soothe me. When one of the twins swabbed my cock, I realized, miraculously, that it was still rock hard: apparently another effect to be attributed to the phenomenal potion I had ingested.

 

I noticed that the other girls had removed their skirts and were naked except for their feathers and jewelry. They quickly dispatched the furs to the bowls and began sliding their velvety soft, small hands over my skin. With feathery lightness, they fondled and petted me.

 

The twin on my left opened her mouth and placed it on my chest. Moving her lips as if she were imitating a fish and licking slowly with her tongue, she explored the surface of my body. Within seconds, the other three girls’ mouths were on me as well. Eight hands and four mouths were causing erotic sensations that I had never dreamed possible.

 

Seeing no reason to restrain my continuing desire, I reached over and stroked the smooth, firm hip of one twin while my other hand ran up the warm inner thigh of her sister. She spread her legs farther apart and nestled her hips down toward my fingers as if seeking them out.

 

The twins kept moving their wet lips lower across my abdomen as the other girls sucked and nibbled up my thighs. My cock was throbbing with the anticipation of their lips converging on it at the same time. I slid my hand further up the twin’s leg until I encountered her slippery slit. She sighed and rocked her dainty hips; pushing her pussy down so that my fingers were rubbing against the incredibly delicate tissue of her clitoris.

 

I felt a pair of soft lips close around my left ball as I watched one of the twins wrap hers around the head of my organ. Another pair of lips engulfed my other ball as the other twin began running her mouth up and down the upper quarter of my shaft.      

 

Their tender tongues, mouths, and lips swirled on my flesh. I was surprised that the barrage of stimulation I was receiving didn’t push me to immediate release. Although their techniques were somewhat peculiar and primitive, they were undoubtedly doing their best to impress me with their talents.

 

I heard one of the twins mutter something as she released my pulsing cock. White arouse and stood next to me. The lean, black skin of her naked body looked as smooth and firm as fine, polished ebony. Her legs, which had been covered by the skirt, were longer and shapelier than the others’. I stared hungrily at her; elated that she was apparently to be my second virgin of the night.

 

When she approached closer, I took her arm and pulled her toward me. Placing my hand at the back of her lovely little head, I kissed her luscious lips. She recoiled immediately and gave me a strange, puzzled look. It was possible that the Unomo were not familiar with that form of intimacy. Nevertheless, I pulled her to me again and held her while I explored the warm interior of her mouth with my tongue. Eventually, she began to suck it almost in unison with the mouths working on my cock and balls.

 

When our lips parted, she dropped to her knees and ran her mouth down my chest and over my belly. The other three girls reluctantly moved to my scrotum to allow White unfettered access. As she moved her head toward it, I had an irresistible urge to taste the sweetness of her young, virgin pussy.

 

Leaning nearly off the cot, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her over me. I pulled her hips back until her small opening was only inches above my face. Her dark, charcoal lips were splayed open to reveal the delicious entrance to her untouched canal. Her scent was a combination of the familiar feminine aroma and the herbs that of the water she had used to bathe me.

 

When I licked her soft, silky slit, she moaned and I felt her muscles clinch in response. I bent my knees and arched my hips toward her waiting mouth; then felt her wet lips encircle me as I lapped at her tiny pussy. When I stroked her clitoris with my tongue, it was as if I had flipped on a switch inside her. Her entire body began to undulate like a wriggling snake.

 

I could feel her forcing her mouth over my cock and consuming more and more of it as her head swung up and down. Her squeals and cries of pleasure filled the hut. I was sure that most of the villagers must have been able to hear her expressing her uninhibited appreciation of my efforts.

 

I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and drew it into my mouth. She pulled her head off my cock and erupted in a ferocious, unrelenting climax. She howled at the top of her lungs like a wild animal. Her body shuddered and trembled violently. Her reaction was so fervent that I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to be buried deep inside her the next time she came.

 

Before her orgasm had fully ebbed, I picked her up, turned her around, and cradled her in my arms. She might have weighed ninety pounds at the most. I dropped to my knees and laid her on her back on the cot. Her legs automatically spread open wide to invite me into her.

 

One of the twins moved to my side and grasped my organ in her hand. As I moved forward, she deftly guided it between White’s slick labia. Aware of the tremendous size difference, I was careful to go slowly; repressing my urge to drive into her in one powerful, satisfying plunge.

 

“Alimadi,” she whispered through her pants for air, “alimadi.”

 

I moved into her less than an inch or so, very gently, then retreated. I pushed again and penetrated a few more inches. I continued to make progress and tried to calculate each stroke to minimize any discomfort she might feel. Her fragile tube was deliciously wet from the combination of my saliva and her own lubrication, but it was still a remarkably snug fit.

 

I had managed to squeeze nearly half my penis into her when, surprisingly, she wrapped her slender calves around my hips and, with a guttural groan from her throat, pulled me much deeper that I had thought possible at that point. The twin removed her hand from me as I withdrew and sank deeper still with my next thrust.

 

One of the twins moved behind me, reclined on her back on the floor, and I felt her warm mouth and tongue at the base of my scrotum. She rocked her head back and forth to match the rhythm of my thrusting hips. That was all I could take. With my next stroke, I sank completely into White’s hot duct.

 

“Alimadi! Alimadi, te deolo, te deolo!” she screamed with abandon.

 

I grabbed her ankles in each hand and held them in the air, straightening her legs, as I pummeled her with hard, fast, deep strokes. Her compact, internal textures felt heavenly against the taut skin of my cock. The sensation was incredible. She was so tight that I could feel the suction each time I withdrew for another plunge.

 

White thrashed and twisted; accentuating the elegant contact between us. Her lips were extended to form a small circle as she breathed heavily through her mouth. As I stared into her eyes, they suddenly opened wide. It was obvious that she was close to the edge.

 

She inhaled and seemed to stop breathing entirely for a few seconds, then she exhaled forcefully with a guttural moan vibrating from deep within her chest as she exploded for the second time. For the next minute or so, she continued to moan as her body shook and trembled.

 

“Deolooooo, deoloooo,” she cried over and over.

 

Rivers of sweat were running off me, but I maintained the speed and intensity of my movements in and out of her writhing young body. I felt an awesome pressure building inside me; like hot lava bubbling and churning in the caverns of a volcano. Releasing her left ankle, I placed my hand between her legs. Finding her clitoris, I massaged it in quick, small circles with my fingers.

 

In only a few seconds, White responded with another screaming, powerful orgasm. I slid my hand back to her ankle again and forced my cock in and out of her violently. She yelled with each breath and raised her hips off the cot driving her vulva against me.

 

I felt a huge, gratifying clot of come rocket through my urethra. It was followed by countless aftershocks. My climax was so complete that it felt like the spurts of searing liquid would never end. White seemed to have reached some orgasmic plateau. She wailed and howled uncontrollably while she bounced up and down and back and forth under me.

 

When the potency of the flow from my cock had diminished, I was spent. I pressed close to White and enjoyed the sublime feeling of her contractions as her bliss subsided. I pulled out of her and wanted only to lie down and rest. I stumbled onto the cot and reclined. As soon as I did, my remaining three groomers were bathing me with their cool, wet furs. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the high of afterglow. My mind wandered. Still feeling more alert than I ever had, I pondered the situation. Was this ceremony the Unomo way of giving a victim his last lustful fulfillment before some gruesome execution?

 

I had regained my breath and had begun to relax when I felt the furs gently massaging my penis. It was incredible, but they had managed to coax me to a solid erection again in a matter of minutes. Soon, I felt the tender warmth of mouths on my scrotum and a hungry mouth nursing my cock.

 

Whatever marvelous stories had been told about the medicinal wonder of Punali, they paled in comparison to the tremendous aphrodisiac effects it bestowed. I found myself rocking my hips in cadence with lips that were sucking me. My fatigue had evaporated, and I was pondering how greedily satisfying it would be to have the twins take turns riding me.

 

My thoughts were interrupted when one of the twins spoke. Pearl, her flashing white teeth framed by a wide smile, arose and approached me. I realized then that she was the gorgeous maiden that was staring at me earlier in the center of the village.

 

The sultry look in her eyes told me that she had waited patiently to be mine. “Alimadi,” she cooed softly with a hint of doubt in her soprano voice.

 

I had no idea of the literal interpretation of the word she and the others had used, but I knew exactly what she had in mind. The mental image of burying myself in her virgin body caused my penis to palpate involuntarily between the mouths of the twins who were working in unison to keep me hard.

 

“Alimadi,” I replied, “you are absolutely ravishing. It will be my honor and pleasure to be your first lover.”

 

With her full lips and turned-up nose, she was by far the most beautiful of the girls sent to me and also the smallest: barely half my height. Her build, though, was amazing: angular shoulders and slim arms; pert, round breasts with long, erect nipples that begged to be sucked; a waist as slim as my upper thigh; and smooth hips that curved into enticingly shaped legs.

 

She kneeled next to me, and I laced my fingers through her soft, black hair. She lowered her head, placed her mouth on my right nipple, and teased it with her tongue. The thought crept into my head that, although these young girls didn’t know how to kiss, their knowledge of the masculine erogenous zones, and what to instinctively do with them, was vast.

 

Gradually, Pearl trailed her wet lips down my body. As the twins moved away, she nestled herself between my legs. With her stunning face just an inch from my cock, she gazed into my eyes. She ran her tongue back and forth between her lips to wet them, and ogled my member with an intriguing expression of worship and awe.

 

Slowly, she opened her beautiful mouth. Never taking her eyes from mine, she lowered her succulent lips over my cock. She swallowed nearly half of it in one thrilling gulp. I don’t know whether she had had practice, but her technique was remarkable. As she continued to fellate me, the twins moved higher and nibbled on my neck and chest. I showed them my appreciation by snuggling my hands between their legs and fondling their quivering love buttons.

 

It seemed impossible, but Pearl eventually took nearly all of my erection into her mouth and throat. She seemed to have become preoccupied with the singular purpose of giving me the utmost pleasure from her oral talents. In any other circumstances, I would probably have shot my come into her mouth within a few seconds. But, the sight of my cock disappearing into her gorgeous little face, coupled with the twins’ mouths caressing me, was so exhilarating that I wanted it to go on forever.

 

The twin on my right suddenly let out a yelp of pleasure and bit down harder on my nipple. She ground her pussy against my hand and rocked her hips feverishly as an orgasm ripped through her. Pearl’s eyebrows furrowed as she watch the other girl enjoying a climax; either angered or jealous that I had given my attention to someone else.

 

I removed my hands from the wet pussies I had been massaging. My fingers were coated with feminine lubrication but there was no means of wiping them off. Cradling Pearl’s head, I signaled her to release me from her mouth. She arose to mount me; reaching between her legs to aim me toward her virgin target.

 

Just before she lowered herself to envelope me, I grasped her thighs and pulled her higher. Her open pussy lips slid up my torso leaving a stripe of her wetness on my stomach and chest. I immediately felt the twins dive between my legs and resume their oral activity. Tugging harder, Pearl finally realized what I wanted. Placing her knees at either side of my head, she crouched over me.

 

I raised my arms and cupped her breasts as her sweet smelling labia hovered just above my mouth. Her lips were spread like the wings of a glorious pink butterfly and glistened with her appetizing natural moisture. She slowly bent her knees, and I extended my tongue to meet her delicious tenderness.

 

She had only a wisp of soft, black pubic hair. Not only was she quite small, but likely the youngest of my consorts. I didn’t try to guess her age and put the issue out of my mind. I was in the land of the Unomo, under the influence of a powerful drug, and relishing the opportunity to partake of her youthful body.

 

My mouth flowed over her delectable tissues and explored every intimate detail. Muted sighs were her only reactions to my efforts until I slowly licked her clitoris. She moaned heavily and began to undulate her hips in short, quivering arcs. As I licked it, I could feel it expand and extend farther and farther from under its protective flap. Within minutes, it became rigid and seemed to throb in reaction to my touch.

 

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as if it were a straw in a glass and at the same time used my tongue to lightly stimulate the very tip. I could feel her nipples dilate between my fingers.

 

“Oto, le deolo,” she whispered, her voice sounding as if she were pleading for me to do something.

 

“Oto. Oto, le deolo,” she said again, much louder this time.

 

With a smacking sound I released my lips from her. I flattened my tongue and moved it rapidly but gently over and around her engorged bud. The movements of her hips became more deliberate. A split second later, she climaxed with a heaving sigh that sounded as if she had expelled every molecule of oxygen from her lungs.      

 

“Ara ti le deolo,” she cried and placed her hands on the top of my head and tried to direct me to exactly where she wanted. Her body writhed and her breasts heaved with deep breaths as I held them snugly in my hands. 

 

Once her animated response had subsided, she slid off my face and down my body until I felt her tingling, wet pussy touch the tip of my cock. Resting her chin on my chest, she peered up at me and said something in a soft whisper. Once she positioned her opening directly above me, she began to swivel her hips lasciviously. I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smooth curves of her waist, and grabbed the cheeks of her ass tightly.

 

I pushed her down onto me and felt the twins’ mouths yield to her presence. I entered her slowly by applying constant pressure with both hands. She bared her teeth in a contorted grimace, her nostrils flaring, as I gradually slide into her in one long, slow, stroke.

 

She was much tighter than the previous girls. Her resilient vaginal tissues stretched to conform to the size of the organ that was steadily impaling her. Trembling moans of what sounded like an erotic blend of pain and pleasure reverberated through her nasal passages. With each inch that she took, her moans grew louder and higher in pitch.

 

I raised my hips and added the power of my legs to the force I was exerting on her with my hands. She slowly slid down until I was all the way in her heavenly chasm. The feeling of her internal ridges and dimples palpating on my shaft was utterly divine. She raised her head and arched her back. I noticed tears had begun to drip down her cheeks.

 

Fearing that she was in pain I tried to pull her off me, but she immediately settled back down to surround me with her warmth. The expression of anguish on her face gave the impression that she was straining every muscle in her beautiful, tiny body.

 

“Alimadi,” she hissed, squeezing her eyes closed. “Ara ti le deolo.”

 

As she ground her pubic mound against me, her expression slowly changed. She relaxed briefly as she teetered on the edge, then her mouth and eyes opened and she stared at me in utter disbelief of what she was experiencing. I felt the muscles in her vagina ripple and contract around my cock; beginning at the base, then constricting in steady waves upward over and over.

 

I rocked my hips to accentuate the stimulation of her clitoris. She tilted her head from side to side as if she were completely amazed that she could endure such intense, sustained pleasure. Her seemingly endless internal contractions were driving me crazy. I marveled at the strength of her peristaltic muscles.

 

Without warning, she fell onto my chest again and panted for breath as her spasms began to wane. I lifted her off me until her pussy lips caressed my sensitive foreskin, then forced her down again to feel the silky, fine viscosity of her juices lubricating her tight sheath and soothing my shaft.

 

Once she caught her breath, she began bucking her hips and writhing passionately in perfect rhythm with my upward thrusts. Her uninhibited sexual response was magnificent. She came again and again with increasing intensity. It seemed that the intervals between her orgasms decreased with each succeeding one she experienced until she hung in a suspended state of perpetual orgasmic bliss.

 

Gradually fatigue got the best of her. Her limp body literally slumped against me. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and stood. Holding her with my hands clutching her diminutive buttocks, I pumped her up and down on me and thrust my hips upward until she had yet another climax.

 

I could feel my semen begin to swirl inside me; urgently waiting for its glorious escape. My prostate throbbed as it prepared to act. Tingles of pleasant warmth spread between my legs like pounding music in an overture to orgasm. I closed my eyes and screamed when I began to spray inside her.

 

I felt my come oozing from her and running down over my balls as I began to regain my composure. I realized that had entered a zone of sexual consciousness I had never experienced before. I carefully reclined on the cot again and reveled in the feeling of holding the lovely, young girl whose virginity I had just taken.

 

Pearl raised her head and looked at me. She had a magical, mysterious gleam in her eyes that told me she was every bit as satisfied as I was. She kissed my chest and rolled off the cot to lie on her back on the floor. I glanced down and realized that, for the first time in what seemed like hours, my penis had softened to nearly its usual relaxed size.

 

My eyes fell shut and all I could think of was sleep when I felt two furs again cleansing me with cool, scented water. I had somehow forgotten the twins! As they washed me, I became invigorated. Without opening my eyes, I had visions of the possibilities that awaited me. When the furs reached my cock, it sprang to life again.

 

I heard the furs drop into their bowls and opened my eyes. I spread my legs wide and placed my feet at either side of the cot. The twins didn’t hesitate. They climbed onto the cot and snuggled between my legs. Their tongues darted out of their pretty mouths and they began to lick my cock and balls.

 

I enjoyed their amorous attention while I pondered which one I would pick first, when I had a delightful idea. Taking the arm of the twin on my right, I pulled her toward me. She raised her legs and straddled me with the obvious intention of lowering herself onto my straining organ. To her surprise, I lifted her light body and, somewhat reluctantly, she settled her wet pussy onto my waiting mouth.

 

As I suckled her, I reached out and took her sister’s arm. With no hesitation, she climbed onto me, and I felt her hands on my chest as she plunged onto cock. I concentrated on my oral efforts and passively enjoyed the tight sheath that was slowly surrounding my shaft.

 

I pulled the first twin securely against my face and lapped at her clitoris. I sensed that any disappointment she might have felt had faded away when it started to quiver and vibrate against my tongue. She began to rotate her pelvis faster and faster to increase her stimulation.

 

Both the girls began to squeal with delight as they finally got the chance to use me. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the second twin as she became accustomed to the feeling of riding me. I brought my feet back onto the cot and bent my knees. I jerked my hips up to meet each of the twin’s diving plunges.

 

The twin kneeling over my face shivered for a few seconds and then emitted a shrill scream of delight as an orgasm swept through her. A split second later, I heard her sister squeal in ecstasy and felt her vaginal muscles relentlessly griping my cock. Their harmonious cries of delight echoed through the hut and I’m sure were heard throughout the village.

 

The next few minutes became a blur of unrestrained orgy. I lifted the twin off my face and sat up. Pulling the other twin off my cock, I positioned them next to each other on the cot. They instinctively spread their thin legs and gazed at me with wanton looks of desire.

 

Dropping to my knees, I approached my final virgin. The other twin gleefully dropped off the cot to her knees beside me, grabbed the shaft, and guided it toward her lovely sister’s gaping lips. I inserted it slowly as the twin moved her hand back and cupped my scrotum in her delicate hand.

 

I was overcome with lust. I paid little attention to minimizing the girl’s discomfort. After only a few thrusts, I was pumping all the way in and out of her. The other twin, unable to hold my balls in that position, moved behind me, reached between my legs, and deftly massaged my perineum while I fucked her sister.

 

The twin on the cot grabbed her legs and held them to her breasts. With a deafening scream, she came hard while I continued to fuck her. Once she had calmed, I grabbed the other girl, placed her on the cot, stepped to my right, and drove all the way inside her. After only several strokes, I felt her tighten and spasm on me.

 

Arising, I had the twins stand, lean over, and place their hands on the cot. Their ass cheeks, about the size of indigo cantaloupes, awaited me. I entered the one on my left as I reached around her to fondle her clitoris. I savored her yielding body for several minutes as she writhed against me. When she came, squealing with rapture, she apparently lost control of her body. I felt several short squirts of warm urine shoot from her-splashing onto my fingers and dripping to the ground.

 

As her body collapsed on the cot, I moved to my right and thrust into her beautiful sister. I grabbed her waist and jerked her back and forth against me. Her supple ass slapped my abdomen as I rammed in and out of her as fast as I could.

 

As I gazed at the awesome sight of my cock sliding into her slim, petite body, she turned her head to stare into my eyes. Her eyes and mouth gaped open in an expression that could have expressed horror or complete amazement. Moments later, the only sounds I could hear were her shrill screams of joy and the soft, slurping of my cock in her pussy, as she erupted in orgasm.

 

I alternated between them for a while, concentrating on maximizing the animal pleasure I was extracting from the twins. Suddenly, as I was inside the one on the left, her sister wrapped her delicate hand around the loose skin of my scrotum just above my balls and began squeezing the connecting tubes and tendrils.

 

Just as her sister began to shudder with another release, she began shaking her hand back and forth causing my balls to be tossed and jostled in their cushioned sack. The combination of stimuli was too much. Streams of come shot through me like bolts of lightning in the night sky, spraying into her womb forcefully until I was delirious with pleasure.

 

I seemed to black out from the intensity of my release, because I suddenly found myself lying on the cool ground on my back. I remained still for what seemed like an eternity. Through my fog of euphoria and fatigue, I could faintly hear heavy breathing. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the other twin lying on her back on the cot. Her legs were spread wide with her knees pulled back against her tiny, blossoming breasts. There was a look of dire need on her beautiful, little face.

 

We stared at each other for a few minutes. I watched as she squirmed provocatively on the cot, offering herself to me, and warmed the entrance to her body with her hands. Although I had nearly lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had, I knew I was being called upon again.

 

Mustering all the Punali-induced strength I had, I arose on my knees next to the cot. Noticing that my erection had not returned, the twin rolled to her side and took me into her mouth. Though the oral artistry I had experienced earlier this night was wonderful, she performed as if her life depended on getting me hard again.

 

She bobbed and twirled her head, flicked her tongue, caressed my balls with her soft fingers, and gave me a blow job beyond compare. Within minutes my organ was fully engorged with blood and I loved every sensation of her wet mouth. I felt some stamina return, and literally dived into her succulent body. She whispered softly into my ear as I pounded in and out of her - craving my own orgasm if only to have an opportunity to rest.

 

Pressing as hard and deep as I could, I rotated my hips to probe every boundary of her sweet, internal softness. Soon, the familiar feeling permeated my groin and, just as I began to empty myself inside her, she exploded. Her body twisted against me like a serpent as I felt my semen pumping out in powerful, blissful spurts.

 

She whispered something to me again and wriggled out from under my body. I slumped onto the cot in exhaustion. It was over. Every muscle in my body was shaking from what seemed like hours of strenuous exertion. My cock was sore and irritated. I was covered with sweat, saliva, semen, and the pungent secretions of my virgin twins. I fell asleep gazing at the flickering candlelight dancing on the ceiling of the hut.

 

I awoke to the feeling of soft, wet furs bathing me. I opened my eyes, squinting to protect them from the bright light of day, to see Number One, Pearl, and the twins kneeling next to the cot. Each smiled at me sweetly as my eyes went from one to the next. There were no flowers in their hair, they were wearing their skirts, and they acted as prim and demure as Catholic school girls.

 

Believe it or not, for a fleeting moment I actually hoped that this was a prelude to another episode of sexual extravaganza. However, although I sensed feelings of admiration and appreciation from them, I got no indication I would receive anything more than a bath.

 

They finished sooner than I wanted. Without any words, they left me alone in the hut. A few minutes later, Number One brought me y clothes, which had obviously been laundered, and placed them at the foot of the cot on which I had ravaged her body last night. She turned to leave, then quickly darted toward me. Leaning down until her face was only inches from mine, she gazed into my eyes for a few seconds.

 

Grasping my flaccid cock with her hand, she whispered, “Ti et goto me deolo,” and placed her soft lips on mine. Flashing a satisfied smile, she arose and left.            

 

I sat up and assumed that I would feel like I had run a marathon. To my surprise, I felt refreshed. All indications of the influence of Punali were gone. My thoughts turned to my hunger when I noticed a new array of food set out on the bench.

 

After dressing, I gorged myself on jungle fruit while I again considered the situation. As I did, it struck me that I did not recall seeing any young children in the village yesterday. It was possible, of course, that they had been hidden away because of intrusion by outsiders. But another realization hit me.

 

Jose interpreted the chief as saying that the Unomo wanted my blood…my life. The only rationale to explain what happened last night was that they wanted me to mate with their healthiest, most attractive, and most fertile virgins. Possibly because of in-breeding in the tribe or some other physiological deficiency, they needed a new source of procreation and saw me as the prime candidate.

 

I had satisfied my appetite when the chief entered. He was carrying a woven basket of brownish leaves. He hobbled toward me, smiling, and extended the basket.

 

“Punali,” he said.

 

I accepted the basket and nodded. He had kept his promise; giving me what I wanted after taking from me what he thought his people needed. “Bulicai,” I said, hoping I was free to go and still considered a “friend.”

 

He ushered me out of the hut into a corner of the village. Pico, Leti, and Jose were there waiting amid a dozen or so warriors. The Unomo men didn’t hide the fact that they wanted us to leave as soon as possible.

 

As we began our trek back to the river, I spotted Pearl standing at the edge of the crowd of gawking villagers. Once again, I noticed that there were no young children to be seen. I gave Pearl a wry grin and winked as I went by. Her teeth sparkled as she mouthed something silently to me and placed her hand flat against her abdomen as if warming a growing seed inside her.

 

To this day I remember the beautiful virgins I took in the jungle. I also sort of regret that I didn’t tell them, or the chief, to be prepared for disappointment. But, I doubt that Jose could have possibly found the right Unomo words to explain that I had had a vasectomy two years ago after my wife gave birth to our second child. But, there is still hope – and possibly unbelievable pleasure for the next adventurer who stumbles onto their remote village.