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The Body Worker, Chapter 23


Marilyn's First Busman's Holiday Weekend ... Continued from
Chapter 22

by

PlanetDweller

(Ff, FF, MF, Mf, Mb, MFF, MMFFfb, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, sex
instruction, incest, whole family incest, oral, anal, young,
group sex, menstrual sex, mother/daughter, everything else, all
combinations)

Copyright (C) 2001,   PlanetDweller.  ALL Rights Reserved





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  Our "working vacation" this weekend was with a Mr. & Mrs. James
and Sallie Dooley and their two kids, Mark and Alison. They were
a typical, average, normal family that lived in the nearby city
of Rocky Mount. He was an executive with the national burger
chain of Hardee's and she was a local psychiatric social worker
that worked with the County Mental Health department. Their kids
were bright, happy, and well-adjusted. There was no prior family
history of sexual abuse or incest within the family or either
parents' families.

  James, Mr. Dooley, was in his mid-thirties as was Mrs. Dooley.
Except for the small 32B breasts of Sallie and the handle-bar
mustache of James, they were physically unremarkable. Mark, 12,
and Allison, 10, looked like their parents in miniature, like
they were nameless faces of a crowd scene in some long-forgotten
movie.

  I dunno, maybe it was me, maybe seeing so many patients naked
all day and all week and all year and then years long was
beginning to tell on me a little. During my mandated
reality-check therapy sessions Dr. Nick and I had talked about
what seemed to be the first signs of approaching burn-out for
some weeks now and he didn't seem too concerned. Besides, these
kind of weekends for always fun, since they had no set agenda and
myself and Marilyn could do pretty much what we wanted to with
the parents as well as the kids as long as the goal of family
familiarization and sexualization was accomplished by weekend's
end.

  Their large six or seven thousand square foot ranch-style brick
home loomed large as we drive down past the brick driveway
columns the wrought-iron gates framing either side. We parked out
front and walked up the longish cobblestone walkway to the front
door, ringing the doorbell and Sallie, Mrs. Dooley answering it
promptly with a " ... you must Eric and Marilyn, please do come
in!" as she lead us to the left of the entrance foyer and towards
a greenhouse-style breakfast nook off of the main kitchen where
James and Alison were waiting for us.

  "So, James, Sallie, do you have any questions that need
answering?" I politely and routinely inquired.

  "Uhhhh . ... uhhhhmmmm ... have you done something like this
before?"

  "I haven't, Sallie, I'm just fresh out of bodyworking school,
but I know Eric has several times, haven't you, Eric?"

  "Yes Marilyn I have ... Sallie, James, for us this is a working
vacation of sorts ... every single one I've done has been very,
very successful, all family members getting a lot out of it, each
family becoming closer than before ... just follow our leads and
our advice and things will go very smoothly, promise ..."

  " ... and your sure that my being on my period won't affect
anything? ... " Sallie asked with genuine curiosity.

  " ... no . .. as Dr. Nick explained to you, if an adult female
wasn't present who was menstruating, we'd have to bring in
another therapy associate who was ... it's part of the package so
to speak that period sex aversion is dealt with ... " Marilyn
interjected.

  "So, what's the plan? ... anything changed from when you and I
talked, Eric?"

  "Nope, nothing's changed ... dinner smells good ... what is it?
... "

  "Well, it sure ain't damn Hardee's hamburgers! (hawhwahawhaw,
hehehehe) .  . . it's just a good old-fashioned pot roast, a huge
slab of roast beef, I hope that's okay ... " James bellowed.

  " ... sounds ... smells delicious! ... Alison, how do you feel
about this weekend? ... " Marilyn continued.

  "I dunno ... okay, I guess ... "

  "C'mere my little one, let me give you a big hug ... ", Alison
sliding off her chair and moving the three feet over to Lyn,
Marilyn giving her the most perfect of hugs imaginable.

  "You're nice ... "

  "...Marilyn, or you can call me Lyn, either is fine ... "

  " ... Lyn ... you're nice, Lyn ... "

  James and Sallie and I just watched the perfect moment for a
moment before Marilyn spake once again to her/our young protégé.

  "Alison, you know this weekend is going to be about sex
education ... that, and having lots of great sex with your
parents and brother and us ... "

  " ... yes, I know ... "

  " ... and from your profile, I know that you've never seen your
mother or father nude, let alone anything more ... "

  " ... no, I've never seen them nekkid before, Lyn ... "

  " ... and you've never seen your mother even partially nude on
her period ... "

  " ... naw, I haven't, but she has shown me a couple of
'facts-of-life' books ... "

  " ... I think it's time for that to change ... Sallie, please
come over here ... "

  Mrs. Dooley with a look of modest surprise did what she was
told, coming over to Marilyn. With a zip and a flip Marilyn
dropped Sallie's skirt to the floor and then pull her panties
down a bit to where all could see her bloody pad.

  "This is what a period looks like, Alison ... this is what a
pad during your period looks like ...  every woman in the world
goes through this, so it's time you learned about first-hand ...
"

  Alison getting a more or more transfixed look on her face as
she stood next to Marilyn as her mother stood just inches away
from them, Lyn plunged a finger between Sallie's legs and began a
slow frig of her.

  "According to your profile, Sallie, you've never been touched
by another woman ... how does it feel?"

  "It feels wonderful, thank you, Lyn ... "

  " ... would you like to touch your mother's vagina, Alison?"

  " ... uuuhhhmmm, not now, okay?"

  " ... okay ... let's eat dinner first, it does smell so
delicious, and then we might begin playing later, okay?"

  "Okay . . . that'd be nice . . . "

  Almost as quickly as the accidental moment began, it stopped.
Marilyn licked her crimson-stained finger clean and then slid
Sallie's panties back up and red-did her skirt, a look of
near-disappointment coming over Sallie's face.

  "We have all weekend, Sallie, James . . . " James nearly
visibly drooling over the petite scene he had just witnessed " .
. . no rush, like we said, we can do anything any of us wish,
anytime we wish . . ."

  James and I made small talk as Sallie and her daughter Alison
pittered and puttered in the kitchen. Marilyn sat at the table
with us and eavesdropped on our conversation but didn't join in.
James was an enthusiastic fly fisherman and his tales of
vacationing in Wyoming and Alaska to fly fish for trout and such
were actually not too boring, his vacation tales flicking my mind
reminding me that I hadn't had a vacation in living memory hardly
save these weekend "working vacations". I definitely was going to
have to talk with Dr. Nick about getting some time off for a  -
real -  vacation, especially considering how much money I had
made him in the past couple of years.

  James took us into a different part of the house, a small room
close to the enclosed and heated four car garage that was
architecturally built-in to the design of the house. Fly fishing
stuff, vises, feathers, rods, reels, creels, photos of his trips,
stuff was crammed into his little room. He excitedly pointed to a
mounted  eight-pound grey trout that he had caught on one of his
trips to Wyoming. Marilyn and I politely smiled and tried to
feign at least some interest as he began droning on and on about
the intricacies of tying a certain mayfly nymph pattern that the
eight-pounder had fallen for.

  "Boys, if you'd like to stay, that's fine, but I think I'll go
and see if the girls need any help in the kitchen" Marilyn
politely excusing herself.

  I wanted to go with her but didn't want to offend our host.
Another thirty minutes of decently entertaining conversation and
then a strong suggestion to James for us to go eat dinner. I was
genuinely hungry.

  
  "I thought you might like to see these, first, Eric, they are
some photos of my daughter . . ."

  I fished through a small sheaf of nudie photos taken of Alison
with some sort of hidden bathroom camera, shots of her coming out
of the shower, sitting on the commode, etc. What could I say?

  "Nice, James . . . let's go eat."

  Fucking pervert. At least he hadn't try to do something stupid
like secretly molest his daughter. Nope, he had enough money to
be able to buy a legal sanction of some sort from Dr. Nick &
Company, a company that I was an employee of. Oh, well, don't
matter no how. I was getting very well paid to spend a weekend
having sex for money which is what in the end I do for a living
but as -I- wished for, not by therapeutic mandate or whatever. If
James was guilty of perversion, my own free will choices made me
complicitous.

  Marilyn was busy helping set the table as Sallie and Alison
finished heaping everything into their respective serving dishes.
A lot of my working weekends had been with clients who were rich
enough to have full-time servants on staff to do everything, but
this was nice, a nice family dinner home-cooked and served by a
real family.

  "Mark, dinner's ready, get your behind in here, NOW!!! . . .
quit playing your Nintendo and get down here, now!" Sallie
bellowed into an intercom station as an "aawwwww, Mom!" shot back
as quickly but was followed momentarily by Master Mark's physical
presence.

  Marilyn and I stretched out our arms to hold the hands of
Alison and Mark as they held their parents' hands around the
large oval-shaped rockmaple table and James said a mercifully
brief "grace" before allowing us to dig in. I didn't mind. The
normalcy of it all, however thin and faux, was nice. Marilyn
asked the kids about school. James talked some more to me about
his fly fishing. Sallie talked to me about, if things worked out
this weekend okay, about possibly spending a week with them down
at their nice vacation home at the exclusive resort at Figure
Eight Island near Wilmington, the one where Vice-President Gore
often vacations at a beach house not too far from theirs. I
replied we'd have to see.

  It was already after eight, almost nine p.m., as dinner wound
down. I definitely wanted to play with the kids at least some,
but didn't want to start a prolonged play session so late in the
evening.

  James suggested we retire to the living room to watch a movie.
The movie that was in the VCR was some X-rated shit, some piece
of crap that was a collection of group sex scenes taken from
other fuckflicks. Really subtle.

  "Mark and Alison have never seen an X-rated movie before; I
thought this would help get everyone in the mood more . . ."

  "Well, James . . ." Marilyn spoke as she sat down beside me
with a hard plop on the slightly worn leather couch ". . . Eric
and I were going to have a session tonight with the kids only . .
. we'll have a session with you and Sallie in the morning, then
all of us for the rest of the weekend afterwards, 'K?"

  My perfect Marilyn! I slash we hadn't discussed any such thing,
but she had read my mind perfectly. A look of obvious
disappointment swept both parents' faces.

  "Well . . . if you really think that's best . . ." an audible
sigh coming from Sallie.

  "Yes, we do, Sallie . . . it'll be better for Mark and Alison,
better for you and James too . . . trust us, this is our
business, it's what we do . . . well, kids, ready to play some?"

  "Yeaahhhh!!!" Mark answered in chorus with his sister to
Marilyn's query.

  The kids went out to the car with us to help bring our luggage
in. Looks of sadness as well as disappointment smothering James
and his wife Sallie's face they never the less tried to be a
little cheerful as they lead us to our bedroom for the weekend, a
guestroom  with an antique king-size sleighbed dominating the
middle of the room and matching bureau and sideboards to one
side, a full bath with modern reproduction antique-style clawfoot
bathtub and shower adjacent.

  Sallie hugged Alison for all she was worth and James even gave
Mark a big hug as well as the closed the door behind them to
retire for the evening, a "you have fun, kids . . ." squeaking
from James' lips as they left us to our privacy.

  "I saw Mama's period earlier!" Alison loudly told her brother
as they jumped on the bed together.

  "Did not!"

  "Did too!"

  "Did not!"

  "Did too! . . . didn't I, 'Lyn?"

  "Yes, honey, you did . . . in the kitchen, Mark . . . I showed
Alison her mother's vagina, stuck my finger up it, 'showed her
bloody pad too . . . "

  "Can I see it, please?"

  "Sure, hon', tomorrow, you not only can see it, but you can
also have intercourse with your mother as well . . . " Marilyn
continued as she finished unpacking the few clothes and toys we
had brought for the weekend as I helped her what I could.

  "Innercourse? . . . you mean 'fuck'? . . . like Dr. Nick told
me, I can fuck mama?"

  "Not only fuck your mother, Mark, but you and your dad will
have fun too . . ."

  "I don't know about that homo stuff, Mr. Eric . . ."

  "It's not homo stuff . . . once you try it this weekend, if you
and your dad don't want to anymore that will be fine, but this
weekend is for learning and discovery . . . everyone will do
basically everything with everyone else . . . it's going to be
about fun, fun, fun!, first and foremost, guys . . ."

  "Will I get to have innercouse too, Marilyn?"

  "Yes, Alison, in fact, you and Eric will have intercourse
tonight . . ."

  "Can me and Sis' fuck too?"

  "Of course . . ." Marilyn finished as she finished arranged her
hairbrushes and all atop the dresser " . . . tonight, us four
will be together, we can do anything we wish . . . now, you two,
c'mere."

  Marilyn and I sat down on the edge of the bed next to each
other as the kids came over to us. Alison was smiling as she
stood in front of me. Mark had a dreamy but happy look on his
face as his tall-for-his-age five-eight frame shuffled its weight
foot-to-foot. I pulled Alison close to me and kissed her fully on
the lips, an adult kiss, her first. Her first, but only the first
of many firsts to come. Marilyn hugged Mark close to her and
kissed him lightly on the cheek, her hand playfully rubbing the
growing bulge in his pants.

  "Trade places with us, kids."

  We got up and stood before our pupils. I took Alison's hand and
pressed it to my crotch. Marilyn didn't need to direct Mark's
hands to her still-clothed breasts, since they were already
there.

  "Anything you want to do, do . . . " the kids eagerly following
Marilyn's order as Mark stood up and began stripped my co-worker
as quickly as possible and Alison pulled at my zipper to try to
free my cock. Mark had 'Lyn undressed almost as quickly as I
could have, her middle-aged but pert and firm breasts accepting
his touches and tonguings as she bade him lay down on the bed
with her. My cock now freed and half-hard, Alison just stared at
it for a moment before I took her hands and showed her to slowly
jack me off.

  "C'mon you two, get undressed and join us!" Marilyn beckoned to
us. Alison smiled at me as her eyes met mine.

  "You heard her, sweety, let's get undressed."

  Her pants and top came off quickly in my hands. I had undressed
lots of kids, it's my job. Showing her how to take my own pants
and shirt off, my erection became firmer and more pronounced as
our intimacy increased. Taking her in my arms, we lay down beside
Marilyn and Mark, Mark now getting his first blow job ever from
my colleague, his member larger than I expected for a
twelve-year-old, almost five inches in length or more.

  "His cock is great, Eric, join me?!?"

  My protégé had only been with me a week and already knew me so
well.

  Tugging at Alison to slide around and watch, he didn't object
when my mouth took the place of Lyn's. She was correct, his cock
did feel great, so hard yet silky-smooth as my mouth did its
thing over it. I shrugged one shoulder while looking at Alison
and she got the message, joining me in a double-suck of her
brother.

  "Jeez, Sis', Eric, this is so great!"

  "Yes it is, isn't it, Mark? . . . like we said, just whatever
we feel like doing . . ."

  Pushing her back just for a moment, I showed her how to wrap
her tongue around his cock while sucking and bobbing up and down
on it, he almost thrashing as I did so. Lyn had moved around so
that he could suck and play with her boobs. I kissed Alison as my
mouth joined hers again, her brother's cock sliding between our
lips, she smiling then giggling a little. Mark's eyes closed and
his body began to stiffen a little underneath us, his orgasm
approaching.

  "Eric, Sis, can I come in your mouth?"

  "Sure, Mark, go ahead . . ." his jism spurting volcano-ish
giving Alison and myself a nice facial as our mutual suck on him
came to a climax. Alison jacked him off slowly as his member
dropped. My tongue licked his boycreme off of her face. My own
hard needed taking care of now.

  "Before we go further, why don't you two watch Marilyn and
myself make love . . . "

  "You mean have innercourse?"

  ". . . yes, Alison, have intercourse . . . then after that,
we'll make love to you two . . ."

  The kids scooted to one side as Marilyn and I lay in each
other's arms.

  "C'mon you two, you can get closer, 'play with us as we make
love, it's okay . . ." Marilyn suggested as we held each other
close and kissed.

  "You are so, so special, my friend . . ." words unexpected but
not unmeant slipped from my lips.

  "You don't have to seduce me, Eric!" she playfully replied as
her hands gripped my asscheeks and pulled me to penetrate her.

  "Children . . . scoot down and take a look at what making love
looks like . . . we'll be making love to you soon, just like this
. . ."

  I held Lyn tight to me, my arms underneath her shoulders. I
felt small hands rub and play with my cock and her pussy as our
fuck continued, then tongues. Aaaahhhhhh. I didn't want to spend
my come in Marilyn, I could do that anytime. "Mark, flip around
and take my come in your mouth, please."

  Scooting off Marilyn and sitting up, Mark moved around to take
my cock in his mouth and begin his suck of me. There was no
shyness, no hesitation. Very very nice indeed. His tongue felt
rough and unpracticed but it was his first time. I lightly held
his head in my hand and encouraged him to bob up and down faster,
my come filling his mouth quickly, Marilyn joining him for a
moment to encourage him to swallow as much of my fluid as he
could, he slightly gagging at the volume pumped into his mouth.

  "You did very well for your first time, very nicely! . . . "
Marilyn praising his efforts  ". . . now, my young Master, why
don't you join me, Mark, and let Eric and Alison play some . .."

  Marilyn leaned against the headboard as she spread her legs and
instructed Mark to play and suck her pussy some as I lay Alison
down and dove between her legs as well. "Why don't you watch Eric
give your sister some head, see how it's done?"

  Alison's ten-year-old slit was just perfect. Just enough
pudendal development to be tasty. Ahhhhh, heaven. Mark smiled as
he scooted next to me. Marilyn kneeled beside Alison and
encouraged her to play with and suck on her breasts. I found her
little bud of a clit and just clamped down on it with my lips and
lightly with my teeth. She bucked a little, not from pain but
from pleasure sensations felt for the first time. My index finger
beginning its penetration made her gasp, the first time anything
had ever been inserted inside her vagina. I let Mark lick his
sister a few moments as my finger slowly frigged her, before he
decided to scoot down and suck me some more. Marilyn joined me,
then playfully nudged me aside as her suck of Alison became more
focused. Alison just cooed.

  Marilyn's own frigging of Alison became more rapid as her
sucking of her tiny clit and licking of the traces of her lips
did as well, her hips forcing up to meet her mouth.

  "I think she's ready for you, Eric . . . you ready for me,
Mark?"

  "Yeah! . . . we gonna fuck now, Lyn?"

  "Yes, Mark, we are, we're gonna fuck!"

  Lyn placed Alison down on the bed, her head atop the pillows,
as she scooted beside her. Her hand found Alison's pussy as their
legs splayed open, crossing her right leg over Alison's left one.
Alison leaned into suck on Lyn's right breast. Mark broke his
suck of me and scooted up to between Marilyn's legs.

  "Just let it slide in . . . here, I'll help . . ." and with
that Mark's virginity was taken, her hand guiding him home.

  Lying atop my little one next to the lovers engaged I could see
a little fear in Alison's eyes.

  "Don't be afraid, Alison . . ."

  "I've always heard it hurts the first time, that's what mama
says . . ."

  ". . . yes, it does, a little, the first time, but after a
little while it starts feeling really really good, trust me . .
."

  "I do . . ." she said with slightly resigned smile.
  
  My cockhead poked at the entrance to her vagina. I had been
with so many prepubescent girls in my therapy career, so many
other virgins, and Alison's pussy felt pretty typical. Kissing
her hard on the lips to distract her, I poked harder and harder
again before finally prying the entrance to her canal open enough
to take the head of my cock. She gasped for air a couple of times
as I did.

  Next to us, almost body-to-body, Mark was just flaying away at
fucking Marilyn. Almost absentmindedly, she gave me her glasses
with a silent gesture of "please put them somewhere so he won't
break them", I leaning to one side as my continued and gradual
penetration of Alison continued, Alison smiling more now as she
finally began lubing up a bit and my hand finally made it to the
nightstand beside the bed and saved Lyn's glasses from damage
from the roughening sex.

  Mark started making mild grunting sounds as his pace picked up,
and without warning shot his load into Marilyn's cunt, she
smiling a smile of contentment when he did. She pulled him close
to her and held him lovingly as his come finished dripping atop
her pussy.

  "That was very nice, Mark, you did a very good job indeed for
your first time, didn't he, Eric?"

  "Yes he did, like a real pro! . . ." my muted reply as my cock
finally stretched Alison open and I began my no-holds fuck of
her. That's one reason I don't think I'll ever get bored with my
job, not when part of it is breaking in pre-teen pussies. I felt
a trickle of virginal blood smear additional lube on my cock. My
own orgasm finally spurted inside her. I held her close to me,
catching my breath from a panting that usually didn't happen.

  "Lick me clean, Alison, please . . ."

  Prying myself off her and kneeling before her, she looked a
little sick as my come-and-light-blood-covered cock was shoved to
her face. I could tell she didn't want to.

  "You'll be having sex with your mom tomorrow, Alison . . ."
Marilyn spoke for me as she scooted next to her ". . . and you
saw your mom's bloody Kotex earlier today . . . you'll have to
have sex with her tomorrow and that means getting used to playing
in feminine blood, so be a good girl and lick Eric's cock,okay?"

  Closing her eyes her tongue wrapped around my limping cock and
started a nice slow suck, my hardness returning a little before
limping out finally.

  "That ain't bad, Eric . . . didn't mean to be a brat . . ."

  "Oh, you weren't a brat, Alison, not at all . . . Marilyn and I
know this is all new to you . . ."

  "My own blood didn't taste bad at all . . . Mark, wanna taste?
. . ."

  "Sure, Sis!"

  "Then lick me . . . I'm still bleeding a little I think . . ."

  "Yes you are . . ." replied Marilyn who by then had moved
around to between Alison's legs ". . . you're bleeding your
virgin blood, and it tastes ssssooooo good! . . ." she smiled
while moving to one side so Mark could take her place.

  Mark sucked his sister for a while as his hard-on returned, a
gently muttered "wanna fuck, Sis'?" being whispered to her, she
nodding her head "yes" in reply.

  We let the kids fuck and play a while by themselves, going to
the kitchen to get something to drink. Passing by the living
room, James and Sallie were naked on the couch, she giving him a
blow job while they watched another fuckflick. They didn't notice
as we passed close to them going to kitchen, but must have heard
us making noise getting ice for our drinks, James speaking to us
as we eased back through.

  "How're things going?"

  "Just fine, James, you've got great kids!"

  "Anything we can do to help?"

  "Nope, we've got everything under control, thanks" Marilyn
replied.

  "Any chance we can join you four tonight?"

  "No, but don't take it personally . . . we'll play with you two
in the morning, then all of us tomorrow afternoon and for the
rest of the weekend afterwards, okay?"

  "Well, okay . . ." another look of very real disappointment
sweeping James' face as Sallie didn't break her stride, still
sucking him silently. Screw him.
  
  Mark was fucking his sister Alison from behind, she on all
fours, when we came back in. I whispered something to Mark. His
eyes got very big for a moment before Lyn whispered something
else to him. He smiled.

  Shoving my cock to Alison's face, her smallish mouth took my
adult-size as best she could. Marilyn went over to the bureau and
came back with some supplies. Leaning into Mark as best she
could, playing with his cock with one hand, her free hand
lubricated his virgin asshole up. His eyes screened a double
feature of fear and pleasure to come.

  "Don't worry, Mark . . . Eric's been with lots of young boys,
haven't you, Eric?"

  "Yes, I have, Marilyn . . . there's no need to be afraid, Mark
. . ."

  "I can't . . . I can't help it . . ."

  ". . . it's okay, Mark, it's okay to be a little afraid . . .
didn't I say you could fuck my rear while Eric is fucking yours?
. . ."

  "Uh-hu . . ."

  ". . . so just relax and enjoy, 'K?" Marilyn's soothing voice
and soothing touch of his waiting asshole relaxing him more as
she held him close to her.

  Lyn taking Alison's place and position, I showed Master Mark
how to roll his first condom on his still-beyond-hard member,
then how to make sure he was penetrating Lyn's asshole instead of
her pussy. Lyn just purred with contentment as he fucked her
rear.

  "See how much she's enjoying it, Mark? . . . it'll feel that
good to you too, promise."

  With that, my fully-engorged comdom-covered cock slipped easily
into his fully K-Y'd ass. He took one then two then three gasps
of air, then relaxed, his assfucking of Marilyn slowing for a
moment but not stopping. Alison moved closer to watch me
penetrate her brother.

  "That looks like fun, Eric."

  "It is fun!"

  "Can I be next?"

  "Sure, Hon' . . . aren't you still sore from losing your
virginity?"

  "Yeah, but this looks like it'd be more fun . . . can I,
please?"

  A cornucopia of choices. Just what our working weekend was
supposed to be. Pulling out from his ass, Mark didn't break
stride as his pace picked up, his hands reaching forward to play
with Marilyn's breasts as she kneeled on all fours.

  Alison smiled and kissed me full on the lips as she slid around
to take a position similar to Lyn's next to her on the bed. A
trickle of blood still ran down her perfectly tiny prepubescent
cunnylips. It smelled of semen and hemoglobin and love, yes love.
God, I love my job!

  Her anal pucker flowered open to my slickened touch. A fresh
condom rolled on to my cock, and then, inside her. Her anus was
tight yes but more loose and flexible than her pussy had been,
something that's often the case with pre-teen girls. Her
sphincter clamped around as my cock probed her. What the fuck!
What a fuck! Playfully slapping her ass, something that Mark
started doing also to Marilyn as he watched how I fucked his
sister, I grabbed those thin hips of Alison's and began pumping
as fast and furious as I could, my 10cc's filling a 20cc space
inside the condom as my knees gave out and I collapsed in a heap
beside my young lover, pulling her to me, kissing her as my cock
deflated.

  "Thank you, Alison, that was wonderful!" I huskered through
deepened breaths. She just beamed at me as we held each other
close.

  Mark finished up with Lyn, and we four just scooted together in
a loving huddle, the kids falling off to sleep almost
immediately. It was after eleven p.m., almost midnight. My arm
slipping around Marilyn's shoulder, we dozed off together, too.

   ++++++++++++++++++++

  
  The next morning I awoke first. We had slept like kittens in a
basket. My mouth found Mark's cock, sucking him hard and awake.
He smiled at me.

  "Gotta pee!" a now-awake Marilyn proclaimed, then a rush of
bodies all with full bladders running to the bathroom. We
showered together, something that's a pain in tub-shower
combination, but it is do-able if you take turns getting wet.

  "I can't wait to fuck mom!" Mark whispered to all.

  "And I can't wait for dad to fuck me!"
  
  We told the kids that their parents, especially their dad, had
their feelings hurt by not being included last night. Alison just
smiled and said that she would make it up to him.

  James and Sallie were in robes at the kitchen table, munching
on Thomas' English Muffins and bacon strips as we four came in.
Alison rushed up to her father and gave him a big hug with a "I
love you, Daddy!", James' expression changing from one of being
slightly hurt and pissed off at not having taken his daughter's
virginity, I assume, to one of just melting happy in his young
daughter's arms.

  "I love you too, Baby . . . you and Mark have fun last night?"

  "Yes we did, Daddy . . . this is the nicest present you've ever
given me, Daddy . . . I love you so much!"

  "I do love you Baby, love you . . ." his voice trailing off as
he held her close to him.

  Mark kissed his mom and felt her boobs through her robe as he
did.

  "Hey, that's for later!! . . . " Marilyn gently scolded him " .
. . let's finish breakfast, then Eric and I will be your parents
this morning, then we'll all have fun after that, 'k?, K!"

  James started talking about stock car racing, something I care
about even less than fly fishing, about how his employers,
Hardee's, sponsors a team and on and on and on. Sallie and Lyn
talked about an article they had both read recently in Redbook
magazine, some article on the latest news in breast cancer
research. I finished my orange juice and muffins and made a
"let's go" gesture with my shoulder to them.

  We went back to our guest bedroom. They stood there like frozen
statuary before us as Marilyn and I sat on the edge of the bed. I
could tell they were nervous, nervous to the point of being silly
almost.

  I didn't feel particularly attracted to Sallie nor James for
that matter, and Marilyn gave off vibes along my same-unsaid
thoughts. In times past I would have gone through the whole
elaborate "initiation" ritual of having sex with both of them
every conceivable way before turning them loose on their kids,
but shit, this was supposed to be a mini-vacation for me, and I
just didn't feel like fooling with them, especially not him,
much. Still, I did have a duty to desensitize them a little
before the big show.

  "Sallie, James, please undress and get on the bed . . ." I
ordered with authoritative breath. Marilyn followed my lead
perfectly.

  "After you get undressed, please assume the standard missionary
position and show us how you normally make love" she continued my
line.

  "But . . . but we've never had sex while I'm on my period!"
Sallie protested.

  "And just what did you think I did to you yesterday, hhhmmm,
Sallie? . . . didn't I stick my finger up your bloody cunt in
front of your daughter and then taste it before your and her
eyes? . . . did you think that you - wouldn't - have period sex
with your kids this weekend? . . . your menstrual aversion
therapy starts NOW!" Lyn barked on. I just giggled under my
breath.

  They obediently stripped, their robes falling to the floor,
Sallie's padded panties flopping atop.

  Sallie tried to suck her husband hard but to no avail. Limp as
a wet rope. Marilyn sweetly barked orders to them but that only
made things worse. It was comical.

  "Okay, take a break, guys . . . James, let Marilyn play with
Sallie some, you and I watch, and see if that helps you get an
erection."

  Marilyn placed a towel under Sallie's butt and eased down
beside her. She began kissing her and fondling her breasts, not
breaking eye contact as she did. A hand found her dripping pussy;
a slow frig of our co-host began. Sallie's eyes got very large,
very quickly. Menstrual blood covered Marilyn's hand as the pace
of her frig picked up. Jame's penis began filling up hard as we
sat down next to them on the bed. I reached over to work him a
little. He shot me a look of "fuck you, mutherfucker!" but then
as quickly realized that he had been told that I would bodywork
him this weekend as well as his wife and kids, his expression
changing to one of "oh, well, I am paying for all of this, do
what you want!", a look of quiet resignation.

  Marilyn switched around and began a sixty-nine of Sallie, her
tongue lapping deep into her cunt, pink streaks showing on her
face. James' erection became fuller in my hand as we watched our
womenfolk do each other. Marilyn grunted instructions to James to
join her and help give his wife some head.

  "No fucking way!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs,
startling Lyn and myself and Sallie as well, I think ". . . no
fucking way!, no fucking way am I going to lick that bleeding
cunt, if it is my wife's! . . ." he repeated at the top of his
lungs as his hard began going limp in my hand and he pulled back
to the foot of the bed away from us.

  I knew that a staff psychologist at Dr. Nick's office had given
him the entire storyboard of what was to probably happen this
weekend, and he good and damn well that he was expected to do
whatever we said, including this menstrual aversion reverse
therapy.

  "Yes, James, you will, you will join Marilyn in giving
cunnilingus to your wife, and you will so, NOW!!!" I emphatically
shot back.

  "Get something straight right now, Eric . . . I don't care if
you are this big-shot sex therapist . . . I run a hundred million
department with five thousand employees under my direct
supervision and every single one of those employees does what I
tell, when I tell them, how I tell them to do it! . . . and I
paid ten thousand dollars for this weekend, and by God, you'll do
what I tell you, or tell you -not- to do, you can't make me do
shit I don't want to do, understand?, or I'll call Dr. Nick first
thing Monday morning and tell him you didn't fulfill you end of
the contract and I want my money back! . . . get it!!??!! . . ."

  Now I was just plain mad. What a fucking asshole! Screw him.

  "Sallie, do you know your husband here installed a secret
camera in Alison's private bathroom and has been secretly
photographing her for his own perverse sexual pleasure?"

  Sallie shot her husband a look of "I'll kill your fucking ass
later if not turn your behind in!" Marilyn shot me a look of
puzzlement. James jumped off the bed and started literally
stomping his feet while losing his temper.

  "Sallie, it's a lie, it's a damn lie!"

  "Then, James, let's go to your fly fishing room and look for
those pictures you showed me yesterday!"

  "It's a damn lie, Sallie, I swear it!"

  Marilyn and I searched each other's eyes for a moment before
she got up to run to the bathroom and clean Sallie's blood of her
face and hands. Sallie and James started arguing.

  "Marilyn, let's go, let's get the hell out of here" I whispered
to her as she came back, fishing our things out of the dressed
and throwing them into our luggage. Then, the kids walked in.

  "Daddy, Mommy, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing, Baby, Eric and Lyn have decided to leave, that's all
. . ."

  "But we don't want them to leave, please! . . . I like Eric and
Lyn, Sis' likes them too, you told us they'd stay the weekend
with us, p-l-e-a-s-e-e-e-e!"

  Silence for a moment as Sallie rolled off the bed and wrapped
the blood-stained towel around her waist. She walked over to
Alison and gently put her arm on her shoulder.

  "Eric has accused your father of a very bad thing, of taking
pictures of you in the bathroom with a hidden camera without your
permission . . ."

  "Oh that, Mama, that wan't a hidden camera, I let Daddy take
those pictures of me, it's okay, really, Daddy don't do nothing
wrong, he asked if he could and said yeah he could, he didn't do
anything wrong, promise! . . . please let Eric and Lyn stay,
please!"

  "Daddy also wouldn't do what Eric told him to do, and you know
the rules this weekend, we have to obey Eric and Marilyn when
they tell us to something."

  "Why didncha' do what Eric said do, Daddy?"

  "Because he told me to do something I didn't want to do, Baby,
and I'm paying him to help us, he is my employee, not the other
way around . . ."

  "What'd he say do, Daddy?"

  "That's not important . . . what is important is that I'm the
one paying him and Marilyn to be here, and they gotta do what I
say, not I do what they say . . ."

  "That's not what we agreed to in our counseling sessions with
Dr. Nick, Dear . . ."

  "Shut up, Sallie, just shut up . . ."

  Silence for another couple of moments. Marilyn and I finished
dressing and packing our stuff up. The car keys were in my hand.
James and Sallie had their robes back on as they sat down on the
bed and motioned for the kids to come over. Marilyn said she had
to pee before we left and made her way to the bedroom's bathroom.
I leaned against the bureau waiting for her as the Dooley family
whispered amongst themselves in hushed tones, deliberately softly
enough to where I couldn't hear them. Marilyn came out of the
bathroom tugging at her pants.

  "Ready to go?" I asked with solemn voice and face.

  "Eric . . . Marilyn . . . please, please wait a moment . . ."
James called to us from the bed as he eased off of it and walked
over to me, hand outstretched in a gesture of attempted
reconciliation. I was too pissed at the mutherfucker, I should
say wannabe childfucker, to take it. I just wanted to get the
hell out of there. A dozen or two working weekend vacations
before, all of them great and fun if not all perfect, and finally
the odds caught up with me, a fucking disaster.

  "Eric, Marilyn, please don't go, please don't . . ." Sallie
cooed to us as she now also stood in front of us, giving us both
tender hugs ". . . husband here knows he acted badly, and he is
trying to apologize . . . I'm sorry too . . . he shouldn't have
gone off on you like he did, and he shouldn't have taken those
photos of Alison a few weeks ago without telling me and Dr. Nick
about it, but he didn't molest her then, and he is sorry for
trying to pull rank on you, Eric . . . please, stay a while, help
us do our initial session with the kids, and if you want to go
after that, we won't say a word to Dr. Nick or anyone, promise .
. ." her hoarse horsewhispering into our ear continued as a group
hug evolved from nowhere. Silence for another long moment.

  "Okay, we'll stay and help you with the kids, but after that,
we will leave, okay?"

  "Thank you, Eric, Marilyn, thank you for being reasonable."

  "We're not staying for you, James . . ." Marilyn scolded back
with only faint diplomacy ". . . we're staying to help your kids,
they have been initiated into adult sexuality now, and they do
need to be bonded to you, we're staying for them."

  I couldn't have said it better myself. James kissed Lyn and
Sallie kissed me, then Sallie and Lyn kissed, both smiling as
they did.

  "Yeah, Eric and Lyn are staying!" both kids exclaimed
simultaneously.

  "Only for a while, then we'll have to leave, 'k?"

  "Awww, Marilyn, I wanted to fuck you again!" Mark pouted.

  "You can, Mark, during our group play session, promise!"

  "Yipppeee!!!"

  "And Eric told me last night, Daddy, that you and I could fuck
today, now that he's shown me how."

  "He did?"

  "Uh-hu."

  "That's nice, Baby . . . can we, Eric?"

  "Yes, but not right this minute . . . first, some education and
play time."

  I think Marilyn wanted to make as short a' work of this as I
did. Getting the kids to sit on the edge of the bed, she had
Sallie show them her bleeding pussy, how she changes her
StayFree, how to use a Tampax, had them stick their fingers up
their mother's pussy and taste her blood, the usual menstrual
densistation techniques. She even made James do it, his gagging
aside.

  I could have called dibs and just played with the kids some,
they were great kids and fun to fool around with, but I just
wanted out of there. I did fuck Sallie and then make James lick
my cock clean, repeating the procedure for Mark and Alison and
Sallie too, and Mark did fuck Marilyn one last time as James
finally got his ultimate wish and fantasy fulfilled by crawling
his daughter and fucking her as they lay next to Mark and Marilyn
as Sallie watched next to them as she sucked me off, but enough
was enough. Marilyn showed Alison how to give her mother head as
I also did the same, showing and instructing Mark and his dad on
how to give each other blowjobs and showed James how to relax
Mark enough to be able to fuck his ass -if- he ever wanted to
which I knew he wouldn't, Mark's little behind was sssoooo
delicious, and then that was it, no further need for Lyn and I to
be there, so we redressed and got the hell out.

  Marilyn held my hand as we drove back in silence down '64 back
to Raleigh. I saw the 24-hour Wal-Mart on the left in Knightdale
(just east of Cary/Raleigh) busy with Saturday afternoon shoppers
and an idea struck me.

  "Marilyn . . ." my first words spoken since we left the Dooleys
almost an hour before.

  "Yes, Eric?"

  "I'm gonna stop at Wal-Mart and get some stuff . . . tomorrow,
you and DeeDee and me are gonna go on a picnic, how's that?"

  The look of shock on her face couldn't have been plainer if you
would have told her that Clinton was actually monogamous at
heart.

  "Uh . . . tha's fine, that's great, Eric, that -would-benice!"

  Wal-Mart had everything I wanted, a blanket, utensils, snacks,
plastic cups, etc., everything except a real cane-wicker picnic
basket like my parents used to have and use when they would
occasionally take us on Sunday afternoon picnics after church. I
knew one place that would definitely have one, what I wanted, the
Pier One Imports store at Crabtree Valley Mall.

  I found a wide-willow-split woven picnic basket almost
identical to the one my parents' had growing up almost
immediately, but wasn't in any big rush to leave. I asked Marilyn
if she'd like to shop some, that whatever she wanted today was
"on the company", she grinning at that prospect. After the fourth
or fifth shoe store and fifth or sixth pair of new shoes, she is
a woman if a different woman after all, I told her I was getting
tired and wanted to go home.

  "Can we get something to eat first?"

  "Sure . . . anything in particular?"

  "Mr. Dunderbak's upstairs?"

  We devoured our German deli sandwiches, my usual cornbeef on
dark rye and Lyn getting some unpronounceable-named meat on
wheat, I nursing a single Heineken on draught for my meal and
Marilyn swilling down but in a lady-like manner five full mugs of
draught Spaaten. We held hands across the table like old lover
and made small talk. Then, a small bomb.

  "Eric? . . ."

  "Yes, Lyn? . . ." I could feel something coming.

  ". . . I know this is against protocol and my contract . . ."

  ". . . uh-hu . . ." the sound of the bomb dropping through the
air, waiting to land on me.

  ". . . but you know I live close to here, up on Saw Mill Road .
. . is there any chance I possibly could stop by and see Bob for
five minutes? . . . please? . . . it would mean so much to him,
and me . . ."

  I shook my head "no" repeatedly and went off on the boilerplate
spiel as to why she couldn't. Sweet as she was, and is, I really
didn't need that shit right then, not after all the crap from Mr.
James Dooley that morning. Almost like a little girl begging for
candy, she asked again, waited a minute, then asked again.
Knowing I could possibly get fired for doing so however unlikely
that prospect was, I finally agreed, she leaning over the table
to hug me in a nice PDA.

  "But five minutes only, understand?"

  "Thank you Eric, my friend Eric, thank you!"
  
  We made our way up Lead Mine Road to Saw Mill Road and turned
off it into a smallish cul-de-sac subdivision of about twenty
houses. Her house was at the end of cul-de-sac, Lumber Yard Lane,
on the left. Nice, about two thousand square feet, splitlevel,
typical middle-class home for typical middle-class middle-aged
housewife. She opened the front door to find Bob sitting just off
the foyer in the living room, a set of plans stretched out on his
lap, but not for long as he rushed to hug his wife of so many
decades.

  "Honey, Honey, it's so good you're home . . . but I wasn't
expecting to hear from you or see you for some weeks . . . God,
it's good you're home!" tears almost running down his face as his
speech became almost sweetly blubbery.

  "I don't have long, Dear, Eric here . . ." he stretching to
reach my hand as they continued their embrace ". . . he's my boss
. . ."

  "Good to meet you, Eric!" he exclaimed with that Midwest
sincerity of theirs.

  ". . . Eric could get fired for doing this, My Love, but he
told me we could have five minutes together . . . there's so many
things I want to tell you, show you, share with you . . ." her
voice trailing as they went off to their bedroom.

  Some golf tournament was playing on CBS as I sat down on the
couch where Bob had just been. Scanning the plans, I noticed they
were for a new office building titled "North Raleigh Family
Counseling Associates, PA", at a street location not too far from
Saw Mill Road. I got distracted watching the golf before
realizing fifteen minutes had passed. Then twenty. Then thirty.

  I simply couldn't have this. Re-bonding to her husband might
jeopardize all her condition hard-earned through her PKI
schooling. Tapping on their closed bedroom door the sounds of
feet shuffling and fast movements came through. She emerged with
her blue therapy coat and neck-dickey slightly askew, Bob zipping
us his pants as he came out.

  "Thanks so much for this, Boss, I owe you one!"

  "Yes, thank you for being kind, we really appreciate it!" he
echoed her sentiment.
  
  It was the first time any employee of the practice had ever
called me "boss" in my two years as boss. I didn't know what to
think. I was boss after all, was the managing therapist for Dr.
Nick's bodywork practice. It felt kinda nice, I guess.

  
  Marilyn beamed like a freshly-fucked schoolgirl all the way
home, home to our, not her and Bob's, home. It was almost six
p.m. by then.

  I knew that Carolyn had an adult woman-only masturbation
workshop on the second floor that had been scheduled to start
around five, but that Emily and Brenda didn't have anything
planned, not professionally at least. Not that Eem or Brenda
wouldn't have loved to have done Carolyn's workshop, they would
have, since depending on the number of participants their
commission would have meant almost five or six hundred bucks in
their pocket for a couple of hours' worth of easy work, but
Carolyn had done the early gruntwork to recruit attendees to this
workshop and deserved what financial compensation came from her
efforts.

  Another fuck-it thought hit me in the head. As we walked down
the right-side corridor of the ground floor past my/our treatment
room so I could put our pro-bags back in storage and then to the
rear of the building where the old converted kitchen area was
where the extra supplies were kept and the elevator to the upper
floors was, I asked Lyn if she wanted to see something.

  "What?"

  "Just something?"

  "Sure."

  "But you have to promise, your blood oath, never to tell anyone
else, not any of the other girls, not a patient, not your
husband, no-body, swear?"

  "Sure, Eric, I swear!" she replied with mock wonder.

  I lead her into what apparently was a broom closet on the same
wall as the passenger elevator and cut on the light inside. She
looked at me like I was fucking crazy. Flipping on a light switch
as we made the quick turn, a key on my ring, actually my elevator
key, found a concealed lock on the back wall to our right. I
turned the key and gently pushed the hidden door open. A light on
a movement sensor circuit immediately flooded my hidden main
office with white neon light, my fingers quickly pushing the
buttons to deactivate the separate alarm keypad for my office.
Marilyn just gawked at my three computers, my two fax machines,
my large executive desk, my oversized and overstuffed leather
executive chair all crammed into a small space beside racks of
electronic gear and racks of video monitors.

  "I always wondered what was in the space between the two
hallways . . ." she absentmindedly spake.

  "You and everyone else who's ever been here."

  ". . . I had no idea . . ."

  ". . . and you still don't . . . you've never been here, you've
never seen any of this . . ."

  ". . . got it! . . ." she unintentionally slightly
sarcastically snapping back at me ". . . what are all the
monitors and VCR's for? . . ."

  "Watch . . . I can observe every square inch of what goes in
any room in this house or anywhere on the grounds from here . . .
it's my job, Marilyn, I am the 'franchise manager' for Dr. Nick .
. ."

  ". . .'franchise manager', what's that? . . ."

  "This practice is obviously affiliated with Doc Chaim and the
Polykinetic Bodywork Institute where you and I and all of us went
to school . . ."

  ". . .yeah? . . ."

  ". . . I'm not sure of the exact financial arrangements, but I
do know that Doc Chaim and PKI get a cut of the gross somehow, in
exchange for them supplying trained therapists and also referring
patients and providing legal and other assistance . . . there's a
whole structure involved, take a look at this . . ."

  I went over to one of the computers and brought up PKI's
private extranet/intranet website that was on our 10BaseT line.
Scrolling through the menus I brought up the bulletin board
section and went to the "Franchise Managers Forum" sub-board. I
let her play some there, reading message threads with such titles
as "our local DA is busting massage therapists and my boss is
getting nervous" and "one of my therapists came down with herpes
and apparently she got it from a patient who wasn't screened
properly" (yes, things like that however almost unheard of rare
-do- happen from time to time) and "two of my four therapists
quit last week to get married to each other and now I'm up the
creek without a paddle!"

  As she played with the website I did a quick roll scan of all
the cameras. Carolyn's masturbation workshop was winding down
upstairs, most of her clients in the process of getting dressed.
I couldn't find any of the other girls, not Emmee nor Brenda nor
DeeDee, anywhere in the house or on the grounds. Probably out
shopping or something.
  
  We went upstairs and crashed, hard, snuggling naked next to
each other bed but not feeling like sex at all. Around nine or so
Dee and them came back in, Emily and Brenda having taken DeeDee
to Pullen Park for the day. That was nice of them. DD stripped,
took a quick shower, then crawled into bed between us. Tonight
was her turn to be in the middle.

  I awoke that following morning, a perfectly glorious Sunday
morning, happy as the proverbial clam for some reason, my weekend
lousy up until then now fine. A perfect day awaited, awaited me
and my two perfect lovers.

  "C'mon, sleepy head, Lyn and I have a surprise for you, c'mon,
get up!"

  "A surprise? . . . what? . . . what surprise, Eric?"

  ". . . you'll see, Dee, you'll see . . . we promise it'll be
nice . . ."
  
  It had been years, nee almost decades, since last my parents
had taken me to our special Sunday picnic spot. I should have
scouted it out first, but what the hell.

  First a trip to Boston Market on Kildaire Farm Road for sides,
then back up the road to KFC for chicken, a bucket of it.

  "A picnic!, we're going on a picnic! . . ." DeeDee happily
bounced up and down on the backseat of the car as we drove away
from The Colonel.

  "Yes, Darling, we're going on a picnic!" Marilyn smiled back to
her.

  I took me half an hour to find Old Reedy Creek Road, north of
old Cary, despite having been there bunches of times as a kid.
Between the reworking of Harrison Avenue and the new Weston
Boulevard which bisected the old road, I was lucky to find it at
all.

  Then when I finally did find it and made our way down the old
gravel road towards the old entrance to Reedy Creek State Park
and our special picnic spot near it, what appeared where the old
spot used to be but Crabtree Creek Impoundment, a flood control
earthen dam built right on top of my old spot with the new North
Cary Sewage Treatment Plant having been built nearby just down
Crabtree Creek. Shit, literally.

  I wasn't going to be perturbed, disturbed, or defeated. Driving
up the hill from the old one-lane bridge that crossed the creek,
a small dirt parking lot at the fence across the dam came into
view. Near the parking lot, a pedestrian entrance to a walking
trail and from the trail, acres of perfectly mown grass
outstretched as part of the earthen dam structure before us. No
problem. It wasn't my old picnic spot remembered as a kid, but it
was as nice or even better.

  Marilyn and DeeDee spread out our blanket and supplies bought
yesterday and our grub bought this morning as I meandered down
the jogging/biking/hiking trail a bit to see what was around the
bend. Just a giant office building. Back to my loves.

  I mean lovers. No, I mean loves. Just because your job
desensitizes the hell out of your sexuality doesn't mean you quit
being human, with human feelings. Just the opposite in fact.

  My loves were waiting patiently for me as I came back into
purview. The sun was high in a cloudless sky, the wind blew
softly, a kingfisher skimmed the water just a couple of hundred
yards away for minnows to feed its brood, a lone small sailboat
in the distance rode its breezes like a timeless memory
entertaining us as it did. Marilyn's beneficent and always
healing smile radiated even more than usual. DeeDee giggled at a
silly joke I told her, I grabbing her and tickling her to make
her laugh even more as Lyn leaned over and hugged us both, making
us harmlessly tumble together to the blanket beneath us. A couple
on mountain bikes making their way down the path smiled at us as
we playfully roughhoused a bit. Perfect. A perfect time in a
perfect place with my perfect loves.

  Emily and Carolyn were cuddled up on the couch together
watching some movie on CineMaxPlus when the three of us finally
went back home around two or three that afternoon. We traded
verbal pleasantries with them as they smooched and went to our
bedroom.

  Dropping our clothes, I held my precious nine-year-old DeeDee
in my arms, lightly kissing her lips, whispering soft nothings to
her. Marilyn soon joined us, vibrator in hand. She knew what DD
liked. Filling her larger-than-it-should-be-for-her-age void with
the plastic cock, she sucked on Dee's clit and vaginal lips as
Dee and I continued our hugging and kissing. My cock rose and
Marilyn didn't hesitate, taking it in her hands and working it
inside my little DD for me, my easy fuck of her being a perfect
way to end a perfect day.

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  The next morning the morning dawn cracked open another workday
and workweek, but that was cool. The working vacation weekend
which had started off with such promise, everyone up until then
having been so much fun, had ended so badly, but had been
salvaged not by outsiders but by family, yes, my family, having a
perfect picnic on a perfect Sunday and ending it with the most
sweet and loving fuck I had ever given DeeDee or Marilyn for that
matter. But now it was time to get to work.

  The girls already had their schedules and were giving their
patient files one last quick once-over as we all sat around in
the common living room area munching on muffins or toast or
cereal or bacon and eggs or whatever anyone feels like fixing
most mornings. Kelly came in on time and bade DeeDee over to her,
DD softly fussing that she didn't feel like school today, Kelly
replying that she knew she had to do her schoolwork so there was
no point complaining. Having seen Kelly interact with DeeDee so
positively during the course of DD being with us and observing
Dee blossom so much from Kelly's attention, I couldn't help but
wonder to myself if Kelly wouldn't make an ideal bodyworker,
especially with the child and adolescent patient populations I
work with, should/when Marilyn ever leave the nest.

  "Brenda?"

  "Yes, Emily?"

  "I see on your schedule that you have a free half-hour between
ten and ten-thirty this morning . . ." Eem peering over her
dimestore reading glasses that made her look ten years older.

  "Uh-hu . . ."

  ". . . would you mind joining me then for Mr. Buschea? . . .
he's a real hardcase, a real problem jerk if there ever was one .
. ."

  ". . . yeah, I remember, you mentioned him to me a couple of
times . . . sure, no problem, I'll be happy to help . . ."

  "Thanks!"

  "Sure, no problem!"
  
  We were, -are-, a team. Helping each other, being there for
each other. It was going to be a good week. It is a good life!
  
  Our, Marilyn's and my, first patient of the day was Mike, a
precocious little eight-year-old boy who had been my on-again
off-again patient for about a year.

  His social worker, a Mrs. Walser whom I knew as Olivia because
of her frequent chaperoning to my office of different and varied
abused kids who had been placed  in the social service system
which, gave me a nice hug as she handed Mike off to me and Lyn
for our therapy session. It was going to be a great week!

  Mike's treatment modality called for general sex play with both
male and female therapists, except that anal penetration of him
was proscribed very explicitly in his Rx.

  He always liked to watch X-rated videos while therapy took
place, so I put on one of his favorites, "Lesbian Orgies", as we
finished POP'ing (Principle Of Possession'ing) him and lead him
over to the therapy bed. He just loved Marilyn to death
immediately, and responded positively to her every suggestion,
word, and touch.

  As he played with her breasts, I began sucking him off,
something he always liked. His hairless and
less-than-finger-length eight-year-old cock felt, well, nice in
my mouth, what erection he could manage popped hard between my
lips.

  "Can I be you, Marilyn, like I used to be with Alexa?"

  "Sure, Mike-y, sure, how would you like to?"

  "Can I crawl on top of you, like me and Alex used to?"

  "Sure."

  Easing him around, his tiny member popped inside Lyn's cunt. I
knew she could barely feel his smallness inside her, but I also
knew that all women during PKI training were trained to use their
PC muscles to squeeze and at least give some friction to a
small-ish male partner of whatever age. Marilyn smiled and held
him close to her as they fucked. I played with and sucked his
tiny ballsack some as their gentle rocking fuck continued. Then,
his hour was over.
  
  Our second patient was a seventeen-year-old female, our third
was Chloie, a ten-year-old girl who had been in treatment with
another therapist in a different practice before me, and then it
was lunch.

  Emily had already called in everyone's lunch order earlier that
morning, from the new Subway that had opened up on the lower end
of Harrison. The delivery guy was right on time. She tipped him
five bucks and made his day, making some comment after he left
that as cute as he was she had thought about tipping him
something else, we all politely laughing at her funny but what we
knew to be distantly insincere joke, she not needing or wanting
to see more cock than see already sees every day professionally.

  We only had two appointments for the afternoon. First was Betty
Lou and her ten-year-old daughter, Dixie, who despite their names
were actually from "up north", from the Pittsburgh area. Second
was Lisa, a twenty-nine almost thirty-year-old virgin not by
choice who quite simply wanted to be de-virginized and have some
serious sex ed in the process. Two of my favorite kinds of
patients, a mother/daughter pairing and a virgin if an older one.
It was a great day if it was a Monday.

  
  I introduced Betty Lou and Dixie to Marilyn out in the foyer,
hugs and polite words exchanged all around, as four patients of
the other girls, all older men, silently gawked at us. I'm sure
they figured that if they were there for sex therapy then Betty
Lou and Dixie were too, their imaginations I'm sure running wild.
Running wild yes but not being able to compare with the reality
of what was and is.

  "So how long have you been a therapist, Marilyn?"

  "This is my second week, Betty Lou . . ."

  "Really?!?"

  "Yes, really . . ."

  ". . . and you're enjoying it? . . ."

  ". . . I'm loving every single minute of it . . ." she finished
as we made our way the short walk down the hallway to our
treatment room.

  Behind the screen near the exam table, Betty Lou and her
daughter got undressed and put on the exam gowns while whispering
this and that to each other as Lyn and I waited per prescribed
ritual in the open waiting area nearby. We both heard them
mention Marilyn's name a couple of times.

  "We're ready now, Eric, Marilyn!" Betty Lou called to us from
behind the thin privacy screen.
  
  I let Lyn take the lead with them. Per standardized protocol,
working Betty Lou first, she massaged her face and shoulders,
slipped her gown down, held her close and played with her breasts
some while massaging her back, then "handed" her off to me so I
could repeat the bonding procedure with her, and then around to
the stirrups where she speculum'd her before finishing the
bonding procedure by massaging her G-spot to a
cyprinne-fluid-squirting orgasm, which I also did to her
immediately afterwards.

  "I swear you two, that's something I never ever get tired of!"

  Also per procedure we let Dixie play with her mother's vagina
some while she was still suspended in the stirrups, then it was
her, Dixie's turn. Dixie opened up to Marilyn's touch during the
bonding ritual, her touch to the tiny buds of her breasts sending
cold shivers down Dixie's spine. Her feet in the stirrups, I
showed Marilyn how to feel for the first signs of a maturing
G-spot inside Dixie and per "the manual" oral'd her a little as
did Lyn and her mother before being let out of the stirrups.
  
  Unlike most of our patients, Betty Lou and Dixie had an 
are-exx that was pretty well scripted by Dr. Nick, with only
limited freedom to freelance from it. No matter.

  On the therapy bed, Betty Lou first lay between us as we played
with and kissed her some as her daughter watched sitting
cross-legged next to us.

  The whole reason for their therapy was that a rapist had raped
Betty Lou at knifepoint in their old back in Pittsburgh and made
Dixie watch as he did, before also raping Dixie. Even though he
had tied Betty Lou up before moving on to Dixie, Betty Lou
getting that inner strength that only mothers in the mode of
protecting their young can get somehow freed herself from her
bonds of lamp and appliance cords wrapped around her wrists and
ankles and attacking their attacker literally choked their rapist
to death with her bare hands. She was never charged with his
death, thankfully, but the experience left her scared but Dixie
especially devastated.

  Six months ago during their first few therapy sessions with
Alexa and myself the re-traumatization memories of what happened
reappeared from time to time, but I hadn't seen evidence of one
at all during our last six or seven sessions. Talking therapy
with Dr. Nick in conjunction with drug therapy and my bodyworking
therapy was definitely putting them both back on the road to a
full recovery.

  Betty Lou really, really enjoyed her time in therapy. My finger
found her vagina already fully moist before Marilyn even had a
chance to begin giving her head.

  "No offense, Eric, but Marilyn does give better head than Alexa
did . . ."

  "I know she does, Betty, none taken."

  Betty Lou continued to relax more under our combined
attentions. My mouth sucked and nibbled on her nipples as Marilyn
per prescription moved her tongue to Betty Lou's asshole for a
good analingus-ing. Her mind and body ready, I lay flat on the
bed as Betty mounted me on top, swaying her hips to the George
Winston CD playing in the background. For an older woman of her
age, her pussy was incredible, and she really enjoyed having and
using it. She could tell she was pleasing me by slowing draining
me, and I think it pleased her to know that her slightly-jaded
bodyworking sex therapist could lose himself inside her passion.

  My hands molded her breasts as she leaned back and picked up
her pace. By now Marilyn had moved beside us, holding Dixie in
her arms per Dr. Nick's tight script, and was encouraging Dixie
to play with and touch her mom and myself.

  "See how your mom is just relaxing and enjoying Eric, see how
much Eric is enjoying her?"

  "Uh-hu."

  "Want to take your mommy's place?"

  "Uh-hu."

  Betty Lou didn't want to stop but knew this was a key part of
the therapy regimen. Sliding off, she helped her daughter over to
me and helped align her so that she comfortably slid down my
pole, Dixie being moistened as best she could by Lyn and
everything that had taken place.

  God, even for a ten-year-old, Dixie was sssoooo tight. My grin
had to give a possum's competition. Marilyn and Betty Lou were
kneeling in front of each other, again per written instruction,
and were swapping kisses and gropes as Dixie and I watched them
as we fucked.

  We had time left to kill, but I couldn't help myself. Pulling
my patient closer to me, grabbing her hips I thrust them up and
down at a quicker pace, and came. And came. Betty Lou just
smiled. So did Dixie as she kissed me.

  "Time for your check-up!" Marilyn sweetly barked to Dixie.

  Dixie lay down flat on the bed as Marilyn's fingers found her
freshly-fucked vagina and probed it for any cross-muscle
contractions, involuntary muscle spasms which belie a total
comfort level in being penetrated by my cock or her fingers or
any penetration.

  "Can't find any . . ." she absentmindedly spake to me.

  "Let me check her."

  As Lyn rubbed her breast-nubs to help distract her some, my
more experience fingers found not one but two points of
involuntary spasm.

  "Marilyn, please scoot down for a moment . . . let me put your
finger where I need to . . . feel that? . . . it's slight, but
it's a very real fear response spasm."

  "I see! . . . yes, I feel it now!"

  The main part of the therapy session now over, a little
freeform play within strict limits was permitted.

  "Eric, you know what I want!"

  "Yes, I do Betty Lou, yes I do!" I grinned back at her.

  Sucking me harder once again, she got on top once more and I
just let her ride at her own pace until she had her little then
bigger come, as Marilyn played with Dixie some next to us.

  I couldn't help but think as she finished her saddle-posting of
me that Betty Lou would also make one helluva child specialist
bodyworker. I love my job, but sometimes I do think I think too
much about it.

  "You haven't had your come yet, have you?"

  "Nope, Betty, I haven't, but that's okay . . ."

  "Yeah, sure, it's an occupational hazard . . . next time I'll
make sure to pump you full! . . ."

  "Promise?"

  "Promise!"

  Our next and last patient for the day was a new one, a Ms. Lisa
Kay Reed, a rather attractive twenty-nine-year-old who would turn
thirty in another month - registered professional engineer
specializing in electrical engineering (a rare female bird indeed
in her profession) who also happened to be an involuntary virgin.
She had dated hundreds of guys since high school, all to no
avail.

  It wasn't like she had a bitch-personality or other fatal flaw
of her pscyhe, no, Dr. Nick couldn't find anything wrong with her
personality or ego or id or superego or even just basic way of
dealing with people. The closest and most probable explanation
they could come up with was that she did talk a little too much
at times, and was probably intimidating the hell of her dates
without meaning. She had jacked off one date and given a couple
of others blow jobs, but hadn't gotten past "second base" with
any others and was just ready to scream.

  Fuckless and nearing thirty, she was determined not to turn
that major corner of the roadrace of life and still be a virgin.
One time a few months back, she actually hired a male escort from
one of those services in the yellow pages, but had sent him
packing quickly when he stank of body odor and his eyes reeked of
drug use when she answered her door to let him in.

  Somehow, she doesn't even remember how, she found out about
bodyworking therapy, found out that Dr. Nick had a bodyworking
practice, and persuaded him that her being cock-less was enough
of a problem to let me (and Alexa at that initial time, now
Marilyn) take care of things for her. I didn't mind, it's what I
do for a living.

  "Hi Lisa, I'm Eric, and this is Marilyn, my co-therapist."

  "Hi, good to meet you finally, Dr. Nick has told me so much
about you!"

  "And of course I know a lot about you, I have your file right
here!"

  We exchanged friendly hugs and air-kisses on the cheeks as one
young man of around my age and one older gentleman in his sixties
or seventies waited in the foyer their respective turns to see
one of the other girls.

  "I can't wait for this, for today, finally!"

  "C'mon back if you will, we'll get started."

  Her knees shook a little as she made her way back to behind the
privacy screen near the exam table. That was cute.

  "Marilyn, Eric? . . . could you help me with this exam gown? .
. . I've never been good at putting these things on!"

  No wonder she wasn't. She had only been to a gynecologist once,
a female one at that for birth control pills she never ended up
needing, and otherwise had never been sick a day in her life.

  "Just do the best you can, Lisa!" Marilyn shoutedbackpolitely.

  "I guess I'm ready now."

  Lisa had tried to put her therapy gown, which was designed to
close in the front for easy access by a therapist during the
Principle Of Possession ritual, on backwards. Marilyn and I both
quickly looked at each other and suppressed a giggle which we
both felt.

  "That's okay, Lisa, we'll just remove it, it's for your comfort
level anyway . . ." Marilyn slipping it off her shoulders.

  She was in place so I let her take the lead again. Looking our
patient patiently and soothingly in her eyes, Lyn lightly stroked
and massaged Lisa's face for a couple of moments before moving to
her shoulders then the embracing hug and breast massage.
Finishing, she stepped to one side so I could repeat the ritual
with Lisa.

  "I've . . . I've never had a man touch my breasts, or anything
else, Eric . . . nor a woman either . . ."

  "I know, Lisa, I know . . . just relax, okay?"

  ". . . I'm trying ."

  ". . . we know you are."

  Marilyn helped her move around to the stirrups. Per POP ritual,
she worked the speculum inside her for a moment, then withdrew
it, letting me do the same to her. Of all the parts of the
bodyworking modality, I never understood the purpose of using a
speculum on a female patient, but for whatever reason it must
help the bonding process or Doc Chaim wouldn't keep it within the
structure.

  Lyn then began her G-spot massage of her, and Lisa spurted
enough cyprinne to wet Marilyn's face.

  "I'm . . . I'm sorry . . . what the heck was that, what did you
do to me, Marilyn? . . ."

  "Didn't it feel good? . . ."

  "Yes, it felt great, I've never had such a crunching orgasm in
my life, but what did you do to me? . . ." Lisa interrogated a
little more as she lay flat on the exam table.

  ". . . I gave you a nice G-spot come . . ."

  ". . . yes, I've heard of the G-spot . . ."

  ". . . as Eric is also going to do now, it's part of the
bodyworking protocol."

  It didn't take her a minute to have another squirting orgasm,
her virginal G-spot fluid soaking my face, its sweet taste
delighting my tongue as I catbathed myself.

  "I'm sorry, Eric, I didn't mean to . . ."

  "That's okay, Lisa, that is a good sign, it means you're ready
. . . 'you ready?"

  "Uh-H-U!!!"

  Her delightfully puffie 34C breasts hanging from her five six
hourglass frame were a delight to play with, for both Marilyn and
myself, as she lay on the bed between us. Marilyn scooted between
her legs to give her some head as I shoved my cock to her mouth,
she hungrily sucking on it as Lyn sucked her pussy.

  Lyn got a finger then two inside of her as she ate her but then
stage whispered to me "Eric, she's a real virgin, she's as tight
as a drum!"

  I kissed our patient on the lips with a " . . . 'youreadynow?"

  "Can I have some more head first? . . . will you join Marilyn
down there and suck my pussy some?"

  ". . . sure, not a problem."

  Marilyn and I made a show out of it, French kissing each other
between Lisa's legs as we would turn and bob up and down between
the kisses to lick her pudendal lips and suck on her clit some,
Lisa getting more excited from our exhibitionist show than from
the physical sensation of her first cunnilingus, I think.

  "I'm ready now, Eric, I'm ready!"

  Marilyn retrieved a couple of larger hand mirrors from the
drawer in the right-side nightstand. "So you can watch exactly
what Eric and I will be doing" she explained to her.

  Scooting up to be beside her better, Marilyn lightly kissed
Lisa on the lips and cheeks as she moved her mirrors in position,
checking to make sure she could see okay. I positioned my cock at
her vaginal entrance and gave it a first, gentle, initial push.
No resistance. Lubricated like a spill in a Vaseline factory. My
cock slid as easily into Lisa's pussy as if she had been fucking
everything that moved all of her life. Then, wham! Her co-lateral
muscles clamped down on me, hard!, and she finally felt like the
virgin we knew she was. As tight as any pre-teen pussy, well,
almost as tight, as tight as a virginal adult cunt should be at
least.

  Buckets. Buckets of cyprinne G-spot come, and then some more.
And then more! Damn. As tight as she was, I lost all friction.
Marilyn could sense what was happening and popped off the bed for
a second and came back with a couple of towels, pulling me out
and wiping my crotch and Lisa's too as best she could to dry us
both out.

  "Eric, what you do to me, what you do to me . . ." she cooed as
her arms pulled me closer to her " . . . more, I want more!"

  "You'll have all you want, but first, we need to dry off, you
came almost too much . . ."

  "I'm sorry!"

  "No, it's okay, but penile-vaginal sex does require at least a
small amount of friction . . ."

  I flipped over beside her and held her close to me. Marilyn
began giving us both some head, in turn, a minute or so apiece.
Lisa opened her legs wife for Lyn's tongue bathing of her.

  "God, Lisa, your come tastes so sweet!"

  "It does doesn't it, hu? . . . I noticed that when she squirted
on my face earlier . . ."

  "Eric, Marilyn, thank you both, this was perfect . . . you gave
me exactly what I want, exactly what I've been needing . . . can
I have some more, please?"

  Marilyn and I just grinned at each other. I wish our working
vacation weekend had been spent with Lisa, not the Dooleys, but
what the hey. Water under the bridge and all that. An absolutely
perfect Monday.

  "Lisa . . ."

  "Yes, Eric? . . ."

  " . . . you can have all you want . . . and if the two hours
today isn't enough, I think it'll be okay for you to go home with
us for a little while longer tonight, where you can meet and play
with the other four women therapists whom we live with, I know
they'd love to make love to you tonight . . ."

  " . . . you really mean it? . . ."

  " . . . yes, I do . . . I am boss of this practice in the end
and what I say goes, doesn't it, Marilyn?"

  "Sure does, b-o-s-s-s-s-s, sure does . . ." she replying with
sugary sweet but harmless sarcasm.

   -30-

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