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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: The Bodyworker, Chapters 15-23
Part: Chapters 15 through 23
Universe: The Bodyworker
Summary: The training and career of a professional sex surrogate and

   hands-on sex therapist who specializes in treating children, young
adults, and families, along with a select adult female clientele Keywords:
MF, MFF, MFM, MMFFFFF, Mf, Mg, FF, Ff, Fg, FFFFF, groups in all
combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, incest, preteen, pedo, family
group sex, therapist/patient, oral, anal, mast., light BDSM, sex therapist
training, sex surrogate training, menstrual sex



   The Body Worker

   by

   PlanetDweller

   Chapters 15 Through 23

   (Sex therapy, Mb, Mg, mother/daughter/therapist, MF, Mf)

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   <b> Chapter 15, "Make A New Beginning" </b>

   The last couple of days of class were a blur.  I don't know if I'll ever
remember exactly what went on.  After being so intensely sexualized for the
past week, the last two days somehow were so even more also that I think in
some way I must have been pushed over the edge.  More children, more
teen-agers, and more adult "models" and real-life patients of Doc's, all
seen in increasingly more professionally intense settings.

   Then, late Sunday afternoon, it was all over.  My mind felt as numb as
if it was a broken limb.  Numb.  Bruised.  Sore.  Focus of intense denial
of pain from shock.  A graduation ceremony in our old classroom, a group
photo, a somewhat forced group orgy, like any of us really wanted
recreational sex with each other after nine fucking days of being fucked by
and fucking each other.

   That night, Keiko and Gwen retreated back to their own room, softly
apologizing to us as they gathered their week's worth of shared living
detritus.  Margot and I didn't mind.  Marg' and I slept deep but fitful
sleep that night, each of us waking the other up at least once that night
by thrashing around enough to where our involuntary body spasms caused
consciousness to momentarily rise in the other.

   The flight back to Raleigh that Monday morning went as you might
predict. Margot and I both got airsick.  At least we were shoved towards
the back bulkhead of the American Airlines 747 flight from LaGuardia to RDU
in cheap coach where only a handful of other passengers bothered to turn
and look at us as we both quite loudly wretched.  At least the flight
attendants were nice, bringing us warm, wet washclothes and fluffy towels
to clean up with.

   I'm not sure why we got airsick, I mean, especially both of us.  The
only thing that is logical as to why, even though I don't want to admit it,
is that it was because of all that Margot and I had been put through that,
all the, all the, all the emotional and physical stress that we had been
put under the week just past, just finally caught up with us.

   It doesn't make sense, does it?  I mean, I'm a guy, and guys are
supposed to be able to take the hundred curveballs in a row that life
throws at you during a single trip to the plate sometimes.  I had just had
more sex more times in the past nine days than I had in all my life
previously up to that point.  And aren't guys supposed to not just relish,
but do anything short of kill for the kind of totally no-holds-barred sex I
had just been "forced" to have for the past week?

   Still, I knew in my heart that the stomach coming up was the result of
my psychological center being lowered back into its usual place.  After
upchucking almost pure stomach acid, Margot put her head on my shoulder,
and tried to nap.  At least we weren't inhaling fumes like being tied to
the back of a Greyhoud bus like we were on the USAir flight up.

   Dr.  Carol was waiting for us at our gate as we disembarked at Terminal
"C".  Mariva had told me/us in a phone call yesterday that she would be the
one to pick us up, so seeing Dr.  Carol waving at us as we snaked our way
around the cordoned ropes was indeed a surprise.

   Giving us both a nice, firm, sincere friendly hug and peck on the cheek
each respectively, she dropped the first hint of the bomb-reason that she
herself had taken the time to pick us up.  "Eric, Margot..." she began to
speak as she lead us arms-around-waists down the concourse, she in the
middle of us "...there's been some changes made in the short week you've
been gone...I didn't want to upset you while you were in class, your class
was simply too important, but now that you're home, you need to know about
them, you'd have found about them momentarily anyway...I'd rather you know
ASAP...I'll tell you about them in the car, on the way to the
office...anyone hungry, need a bite to eat?" she finished, we both shaking
our heads "no".

   In the week we had been gone, Wake Family Therapy had sold their
bodywork practice, meaning they had also sold "us", Margot and I, to
another local practice in town.  Dr.  Carol went into excruciatingly boring
detail about their patient demographics and went through the same old
boring shit about how their practice was sliding downhill because their two
main bodyworkers had left, stuff we had heard before because it was part of
their respective recruiting pitches to us both to try to get us to sign up
and come on board and get trained as bodyworkers etc.  But the bottom line,
she eventually confessed, was indeed the bottom line.

   Dr.  Nick Samiatakis, a psychiatrist in private practice locally who was
probably the most famous local psychiatrist around because he often
appeared on local television stations as an expert when there was a school
shooting or multiple teen suicide or something similar, had bought Wake
Family Therapy's bodywork practice lock, stock, and barrel.  He had
approached them unsolicitedly out of the blue by sheer coincidence last
Monday, and by Thursday, had sole rights to their bodywork patient list and
also future patient referrals.  "I have to confess, Margot, Eric, and this
stays in the car like everything else, that Wake Family will be getting a
15% gross referral fee for all future bodywork patients sent to Dr.  Nick
and you guys...we did the math, and the math didn't lie...we'll be making
3% more net this way than by assuming and keeping the overhead of having
you two on our staff...I hope you don't think badly of us...we have an
agreement with Dr.  Nick (as everyone properly called Dr.  Samiatakis)
where you'll be available to us as consultants for 'special projects' and
such, so it's not like we'll be strangers and Eric..." "Yes, Carol?"
"You'll still be seeing me from time to time for our own special 'therapy
sessions'...remember?" she syrupy said with sly grin.  "Yes, Carol, I
remember."

   She babbled on, almost physically shaking from something, nervousness
about feeling so guilty for screwing so boldly with our lives without
asking or consulting with us first, as she puttered in and out of traffic
on the Beltline before reaching their/our old Millbrook Rd.  office.

   Dr.  Nick was waiting with Dr.  Kim and Dr.  Carol's lesbian
life-and-business partner Jean Forberg Ph.D in Wake Family Therapy's
conference room.  Dr.  Nick rose and came over to us as we entered the
room, shaking our hands as we sat down.  Connie, the other bodyworker in
WFT's practice who had given her notice and was leaving as soon as Margot
and I got settled in to our practice, was also there, sitting at the far
end of the conference table, sporting a look that was half-fear and
half-being-totally-pissed-off.

   Mariva came in and handed us another bunch of forms to look over and
sign.  Dr.  Nick asked us if Dr.  Carol had explained what had happened and
why it happened while we were gone, Margot and I mumbling "yes".  He then
asked if we had a problem switching practices on the fly like we were being
asked to do.  "Well, I don't mind telling you, it's really damn
presumptuous that all of ya' would do such a thing without asking Eric and
me first, or at least letting us know what was going..." Margot hammered
home.  "Yes..I know..." Dr.  Nick tried to say.  "Dr.  Nick, you're
probably the most famous and most respected psychiatrist in the State Of
North Carolina, but as a businessman, what you and Dr.  Carol and Dr.  Kim
and all just did to us, this is total chickenshit!!!!" I hadn't seen Margot
genuinely angry before, and had not heard her cuss quite like that.

   "Just look over your proposed new contracts, Margot, Eric...take a few
moments to read over them...if you decide that you don't want to become
part of my team, then no hard feelings, I'll call Dr.  and Mrs.  Dr.  Chaim
myself, and see what other employment opportunities that they might have
for you as bodyworkers with another practice somewhere else, assuming that
is that you still want to be professional therapeutic bodyworkers...if you
don't want to be bodyworkers any longer, I'll forgive your one-year service
debt to 'repay' Wake Family for picking up the cost of your training, right
here, right now...you can come to work for me, or someone else, or make a
decision to go back to your previous careers or another job...whatever you
decide is fine...but I need a decision NOW...we'll give you a few minutes"
he concluded.

   They all left us alone for a while.  Mariva brought us canned Cokes and
most of an opened box of Krispy-Kreme donuts.  We whispered quietly between
ourselves, just in case they were trying to listen.  Dr.  Nick was offering
us each a much better package than Wake Family had signed us up for.  A
guaranteed thousand-dollar a week salary against fifty percent commission
on billable hours/charges, bonuses if any which would be paid for and
retroacted past quarterly.  A new leased compact company car each, along
the lines of a new Honda or Toyota.  Three weekends guaranteed off per
month, including two of those going into three day weekends.  Just two
nights per week working from 5-9 PM, mainly for group therapy sessions.  A
company, Dr.  Nick's professional corporation that he used as a business
shell, 401K plan.  A company-furnished professional practice and
residential apartment location, like WFT had promised us, except the
description of what Dr.  Nick was offering sounding better.  100% paid
medical, dental, etc.  insurance with no deductibles.  No-nonsense,
unlimited accounts at several restaurants and take-out places near where
our new office/apartment building was.  100% paid tuition and expenses for
ANY continuing education courses we individually wanted to take, not just
those related to our new profession.  More goodies than a candy store. 
Margot and I knew we had burned our bridges, and had to work somewhere.  I
went back up front to find Mariva and have them called back to the
conference room.  Fifteen minutes later, Margot and I were the proud new
property, eeerrrrrr, new employees of Dr.  Nick.

   Dr.  Nick drove us to his office first, making our way back to Beltline
before exiting at the New Bern Ave.  interchange and making our way to a
nondescript office building across from the main county hospital, Wake
Medical Center.  Emily, Dr.  Nick's secretary and receptionist, had us fill
out the usual tax forms and such as Dr.  Nick went to his office for a few
moments to return some phone calls.  Then back on the Beltline and off at
Hillsboro Street, then to a huge three story house on a massive acreage
near the WPFT-AM radio towers on Chatham Street in the nearby snotty
bedroom community of Cary, adjacent to western Raleigh.  Connie was already
there when we got there with Dr.  Nick, and followed us around as he showed
our new professional practice and home to us.

   While looking like a more or less conventional old-style mansion house,
it had been extensively remodeled.  As you went in the front door, there
was a small alcove with Victorian benches and halltrees.  At the back of
this tiny alcove or foyer, were two doors, one with a large brass "A" on
it, the other with a similar letter "B".  Opening the door to the left lead
into a long, narrow hallway, solid wall on the right, and just two doors on
the left, one marked with the numeral "1" and the other with a "2".  The
other side was a mirror of that, except the doors were labeled "3" and "4".
Each door opened up into a smallish but comfortable livingroom/den-type
room, identical, sporting a large, comfortable couch, a couple of overstuff
antique-looking chairs, a "No Smoking, Please" sign, some anonymous
artwork, a college dorm-type refrigerator, an overstuffed Ottoman that
matched one of the chairs, a coffee table, a couple of magazine racks, a TV
and VCR on a cart, a cheap looking stereo in a corner, and a single small
window with vertical shade treatments.  A cheap-looking desk with a
60's-style rotary phone and old massive fax machine crowded its small top,
a mismatched chair shoved in the kneespace.

   A door at the far end of the small comfy room lead directly into a
treatment room, where, like at Wake Family's, there was a screen in one
corner which hid a gynecological-type exam table with foot stirrups which
had a couple of bar-type but made-from-stainless-steel stools beside it,
along with a rolling coatrack where patient gowns were to be hung along
with patients' clothing, a small metal nightstand-type piece of furniture,
and a small footprint but tallish metal rack that held the various supplies
that we would be needing, the front of which was modestly hidden by a thin
fabric curtain.  A four-poster bed was nearby, a nightstand beside it, a
tall chest-of-drawers full of needed therapy stuff in front of it, a
combination TV/VCR unit atop the chest.

   Coming back out of each office and walking down the respective hallways
lead to a large common room that once had been a kitchen but now was used
primarily for storage of patient gowns and bodywork supplies and such.  A
commercial coffee pot and microwave oven and other small appliances were
atop the old and chipped Formica countertop.  A large but cheap wobbly old
kitchen table and 50's style wiremetal chairs were pushed into the far
corner.  The rotting floorjoists underneath us groaned as we walked over
them.  An upright freezer was near the right-hallway door, an old ugly
brown refrigerator near the left one.  The middle front of the room was
boxed off by partitions, which clad an elevator inside it.  "We'll go up to
your new apartments in a few moments" Dr.  Nick absentmindedly said as he
continued showing us our new home.

   A single door to one side of the old kitchen area opened to a large
wooden deck that sported not one not two but three hottubs and Jacuzzis of
different sizes, and past that, a huge, immaculately manicured backyard.  A
wooden privacy fence at least ten-foot tall ringed the perimeter of the
yard.  Ancient trees from a giant woodlot next door towered over us to our
left.  To our right, we could barely see the very top of a roofline of our
closest neighbor, whose house was actually several hundred yards away on an
equally large suburban acreage.

   Coming back inside, Dr.  Nick handed Margot and myself new keyrings full
of color-coded keys, green for the front door, blue for the back, and a red
one that was needed to activate the elevator, the buttons not working
without first momentarily turning the key to the left.

   The second floor was well, a surprise to us, at least to me.  Not one
but two "dungeon"-type rooms for BDSM work, racks of whips and BDSM toys
lining the walls.  A true padded-cell room, where every single bit of
flooring and walls were covered in upholstered-type thick padding.  A big
"wet room" that was similarly covered floor to ceiling in sterile white
tile, having three exposed commodes, two exposed tubs, two exposed showers,
and an enclosed shower area with what looked like four or five different
valves and at least ten different shower heads at different heights and
angles, and was big enough where seven or eight people could comfortably
fit inside it.  A smallish "chapel room" complete with altar, podium, and a
big single stained glass window.  Another medical exam room, this one
looking more like a conventional doctor's examination room, complete with
locking drug cabinet that appeared to have some actual drugs locked inside
it.  And a couple of other rooms that Dr.  Nick didn't open the doors to
and we didn't push by asking what was behind them.

   The elevator then opened up to the third floor and our new homes.  A
huge, communal living room with a very expensive round fireplace in the
middle of a semi-sunken conversation pit area dominated our gazes as the
elevator doors slid open.  Towards the rear of the room, a large, nice
kitchen with new commercial-grade appliances including two separate
refrigerators and a large gas stove was separated from the den by a
half-height counter which served as a bar and eating surface.  A smallish
breakfast table with matching chairs near a large floor-to-ceiling window
were the only pieces of free-standing furniture in the place, save a couple
of Lay-Z-Boy recliners and a couple of massive bookcases.

   Along the edge of the living room, lots of wallspace filled with
nice-looking original art, and four doors, unlabeled.  "Connie's chosen the
first apartment on the right, Margot, Eric..." Dr.  Nick interjected "...I
hope that's okay...they are all the same floorplan and same size...I've
taken the liberty of having all your old stuff removed from your old
respective places and put in your new apartments, here, on the
left...there's a door between them which opens up between the bedrooms,
you'll see it when you go in...I hope you didn't mind my presumptuousness
in moving your stuff over, but by your psychological profiles I knew it was
a high priority that you'd accept my offer, and I just wanted to help you
get a jump on things..."

   Margot and I just looked at each other as my arm pulled her tighter to
me as we stood in front of Dr.  Nick, and collectively rolled our eyes at
each other and him in what-the-hell resignation.  "Sure, Dr.  Nick..."
Margot mumbled "...that was fine...but what about our own refrigerators and
stuff that there wasn't room for here?" "Oh...all that, I had put in
storage for you, no charge, and I'll pay for storage as long as you work
for me, no charge...but all your clothes and personal effects, you'll find
in your respective apartments...though, I suspect, you two will be a
'couple' while you're working for me, and that's okay, I encourage it but
won't require it of you two, you can grow together, be a source of strength
and perspective from and for each other as you begin your bodywork
practices...now, enough for now...I'll take you by your old places so you
can pick up your old vehicles and seeing that everything's as it should be
then by the storage facility where you other stuff is stored so you can see
where it is exactly...now...remember...by contract covenant, you can't have
any patient contact for the next 48 hours, but I have plenty of work for
you to do for me over the next two days...I want you in my office first
thing tomorrow 9AM, so you can begin selectively calling some of the
clients that Carol and WFT 'lost' and try to recruit them back to our
practice...Emily will give you each a list of whom you're supposed to call
when you arrive in the morning...any questions?"

   The next two days were a pain.  They blurred together with the week just
passed, but they were also a pain.  I learned how telemarketers felt,
calling blind to strangers, to people they didn't know, and try to sell
them something, ME, even though they had used a "service" like me before
and needed to continue their therapy in Dr.  Nick's opinion, or he wouldn't
have put them on our list.  I asked Dr.  Nick why Connie wasn't working the
phones with us, and he replied that it was because she was leaving just as
soon as Margot and I got settled in and he was sure we'd work out, and
those people I was calling were potential patients that if successfully
recruited back into therapy, I'd be working with specifically in my
practice.  I don't why that didn't hit me before he explained it, but he
hadn't explained it, and once he did, my attitude changed, and eventually I
was able to, with some follow up calls, to bring over 80% of those who had
left WFT's therapeutic influence to come over to Dr.  Nick's practice.

   During lunch, Dr.  Nick brought us last Sunday's auto ads from the
paper, and told us he wanted to go ahead and order our new company vehicles
today, that day.  It was a nice perk, don't get me wrong, a brand-new
company-paid vehicle and co.  gas cards and all, but considering that
my/our life/lives would be spent virtually 24/7/365 within the confines of
our combined office and apartment house, I didn't understand why Dr.  Nick
was so adamant about us having company cars.  Still, it was an easy
choice...Margot and I both picked new fourdoor Accords, she ordering a
green one, me one in fire-engine red.

   That night, Connie did a review with us, making sure she was satisfied
that we knew the "Principle Of Possession" drill, practicing on her as a
model.  She actually smiled a few times, the first times we had seen her
break something other a pokerface look at us.  That Tuesday night, Margot
opened up the door between our bedrooms, crawling into bed with me not for
sex but just to be supportively close to me, and from that night on, that
door was never closed again.  Yes, we became a couple.

   That Wednesday, Dr.  Nick called us into his office late that afternoon,
and handed us each a schedule for the rest of the week and a stack of
patient case files related to the schedule.  We drove back "home".  No, it
wasn't "home" in quotes, it was really HOME now, our home.  Our new Accords
were waiting for us in the driveway, the keys on the respective front
seats. I pulled my old clunker and Margot did also into the old barn around
back that served as a garage and workshop.

   Connie was lounging around in an expensive-looking nightie, had called
out for take-out from the Pizza Hut around the corner of Maynard and
Chatham, that being one of our nice perks, and had dinner waiting for us as
we walked in, making the shuttle up the elevator from the first floor
backroom with growing comfort and ease.  That night, Margot and I reviewed
our schedule and upcoming patient files, as we sat snuggled next to each
other sitting in chairs pulled close to each other in my/our smallish
library/study, each of our apartments having a small room stuffed floor to
ceiling with bookcases filled with books mainly about psychology and
sexuality and a new computer atop an antique desk where we'd also be doing
most of our paperwork for patient file updating and billings and such.  My
schedule for my first real day on the job looked to a real, real bear of
one.  Dr.  Nick wasn't being kind or nice to me because I was a new
therapeutic bodywork therapist, nosireee.  Margot's schedule looked much
easier, but that was because she was a woman and therefor would tend to
have a much different caseload demographic.  We finished up going over our
respective patient files, got out the proper sized patient gowns and other
such items we'd need for the day to come and put them in our respective
treatment rooms downstairs, as midnight drew near, had some quick, almost
polite sex with each other enough to make each other come, and fell happily
asleep in each other's arms.







   <b> Chapter 16; My First Day Actually On The Job </b>





   The alarm went off precisely at seven.  Margot kissed me awake.  Connie
came in much to our surprise, totally naked, and hopped into bed with us.
Mainly, she just wanted to reiterate that except for a couple of her own
patients which she'd see after 3PM, that today and for the next few days
her main purpose was to be as support for us both.  She went on about how
much she truly wished us well, that she thought we both were very special
people, that she was sure we'd do well in our new profession, and she was
glad that as her last act as a therapeutic bodyworker she'd be our mentor
over the next few days to couple of weeks, helping us find our professional
center.  She then playfully sucked my cock for a few seconds and lapped at
Margot's cunt under the covers before bounding back out of our bedroom. 
Getting up to take a quick shower, the phone rang beside our bed.  No one
save my parents and Dr.  Nick and Margot's parents had the number.  It was
Dr.  Nick, of course.  He just wanted to reassure us that Connie was
available 24/7 to help us over the next few days, and that he was, too, for
us not to hesitate to call him for anything, should we feel the need to.



   Margot and I wolfed down some cold cereal at the breakfast table beside
the breakfast nook window in our large communal living room as Connie read
the morning paper as she lay sprawled out on one side of the semi-sunken
built-in octagonal sofa.  Getting up to take our dirty bowls back to the
kitchen to put them in the dishwasher, I just looked at Margot, bending my
head down from my six-three frame to meet directly her eyes at her
four-eleven level, my eyes boring into hers, pulled her close to me, gave
her the most intimate, supportive hug to both give and take strength from
her, kissed her lightly on the lips, and then told her it was time.  Connie
followed us down in the elevator, reminding us that she'd be doing some
paperwork in exam room number 3, and that she would drop in on our therapy
sessions during the day to observe and/or help out, as she thought was
needed.  She had been a professional bodyworker for the past some years. 
Even if she seemed to be a bit of a nice flake, with her stringy, frizzy,
long dirty-blond hairdo that looked more like a frightwig than hairstyle at
times, along with her whitegold nipples rings and couple of tattoos, she
had not just survived but thrived in my/our new profession, and I sincerely
hoped she could and would pass along some of her scars-earned wisdom to us
before leaving.



   My first case that first day on the job of my new profession as a
professional therapeutic bodyworker was probably the absolute last one I
would have chosen for myself, had I had the ability to pick and choose my
patients.  If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that old Doc Chaim
had something to do with it being assigned to me.  In reality, I knew
intellectually if not emotionally it was because I was a male, and the
therapeutic Rx and modality called for treatment by a man, not a woman.



   A nice middle-aged lady, a psychiatric social worker, was standing at
the front door with my first patient, an eight-year-old boy.  Behind them,
another car pulled up with a middle-aged man driving, Margot's first
patient.  I hustled them in and down the hall to treatment room number two,
the exam/treatment room which I had chosen to be mine for the rest of my
employment with Dr.  Nick.  I bade them to sit down as I got her a cup of
coffee from the 25-cup commercial perculator in the kitchen area in the
back, one of the house rules being to always have plenty of coffee hot for
patients and others, and got my first patient a plastic cup full of ice
from same said kitchen for his canned Coke from the dorm refrigerator in
the reception room and let him get a pack of Nabs from a box of assorted
snacks atop same.



   I made smalltalk for a couple of moments with the social worker and with
Dale, my first patient.  This was part of the drill, to relax them, the
patient, but truth be known I was shaking like a leaf inside, though I hope
I wasn't visibly shaking to them, the smalltalk being as much to relax me
as Dale.  The social worker then fished the needed paperwork from her
purse, giving Dr.  Nick the authorization to bill the County for
professional services rendered, she and I both signing ahead of time that
said services were satisfactorily rendered, she stuffing her copy back into
her purse, I folding my copy and leaving it atop the plain desk in the
corner.



   According to Dale's case file and patient records, this was an
especially sad case.  His father had begun molesting him at age five,
mainly oral and manual sex giving and taking at first, but eventually
leading into forced anal intercourse a few weeks before his mother
discovered blood in his shorts and took him to his pediatrician who knew
immediately it was abuse and what kind and reported it which ended up
having Dale taken away from his parents and put in care of the County.  His
mother was fighting the County for custody, but the County was fighting
equally hard for her not to obtain custody of him, suspecting collusion
with the father somehow.  Jesus, what a sad fucking case.  But Doc Chaim
had pounded into us during our time at his Polykinetic Bodywork Institute
that while not an everyday case that we would be having our fair share of
similarly-paradigmed cases, what with child abuse being so rampant in this
country, and that it was our job as healers to heal the
psychically-sexually injured as best we could, no matter a patient's age,
sex, etc.  I took a visible deep breath, put my hand on Dale's shoulder,
and told him it was time for his therapy, leading him back to the treatment
room as I closed the door to the reception area and his escort behind me.



   I lead Dale back to the gyno exam table area at the far corner of the
treatment room.  He looked at the four-poster queen-sized bed in the other
corner, but didn't say anything.  By Rx, no one had told him what was going
to happen today, other than he would be seeing a therapist, not being told
what kind.  I lead him over to the exam table, pulled out a
cellophane-wrapped sized-"S" for small white cotton cloth exam gown/robe
from the stack of that day's anticipated usage inside the metal nightstand
and hung it on a hanger on the stainless steel coatrack, told him to get
completely undressed, put the robe on, and call me when he was done,
pulling the privacy screen more taut behind me as I went to change from my
white labcoat and navy-blue sansabelt-slacks and white polo shirt and brown
boating shoes-type-loafers into my multi-colored polyester robe and
flip-flops which hung on a coattree beside my paperwork desk and sat down
on one of the vinyl-covered overstuffed chairs next to the desk which was
across the room from the exam area.



   A moment later, Dale called out to me "I'm ready, Mr.  Woods!" He still
had on his socks as he sat on the edge of the exam table his gown too large
for him covering him, so I pulled them off and threw them atop of the pile
of his clothes he had left on an exam stool.  He looked very, very nervous.
"Eric, you don't know why you're here, do you?" "No, Mr.  Woods..." "Eric"
I gently suggested.  "...no, Eric, I don't..." "You're here, Dale, because
your father committed a terrible act against you, many terrible acts
against your body and mind, and I'm going to try to help you recover from
what he did..."



   "But I LOVE my Dad, I love my Mom, Eric!..." he exclaimed with high
fervor.  "I know, Dale...but truth is, your father is probably going to
spend time in jail for what he did to you, and while you will be able to
spend some days with him months or years from now, it'll be quite a
while...and your Mom...I know your Mom loves you, and she's fighting to get
you back, to get custody of you back so you can at least live with her
though you'll never be able to live with your Dad again...Dale..." "Yes,
Mr. Eric?" "...you have to trust me, and trust Dr.  Nick who sent you to
me, on this...Dr.  Nick thinks that by me helping you work through the pain
your Dad inflicted on you, you can grow up to be a fine young man who won't
have permanent emotional scars, and for now, if you work with me, Dale..."
"Uh-hu, Mr.  Eric?" "...and show positive results from your therapy with
me, it'll help you, MAYBE, get back with your Mom...isn't that what you
want?" "Oh, yes, Eric, that's what I want!" "Then, Dale...Dr.  Nick has got
you down for a minimum of twelve treatment sessions with me, one every
other week for the next six months, and possibly another twelve after
that...let's you and I work together, and I'll do what I can to help set
the stage a little for your Mom MAYBE regaining custody of you...okay?" "
'K, Eric".



   "Now, Dale, you and I are going to do some things like you did with your
Dad, except in a better, more fun way, okay?..." his expression changing
from bewilderment to pure puzzlement and concern "...by doing those things
with me, it'll help you work through those feelings you have inside you, it
will help you heal, my young friend, and then hopefully you'll be fine
afterwards and can go on and have a nice life when you're grown,
okay?...now, let's proceed, shall we?" I intoned authoritatively but
polite, assuming control as the professional once more.  " 'K".



   My first bonding ritual, my first real-life use of Doc's "Principle Of
Possession", thus began.  As he sat on the edge of the exam table, I
massaged that sweet eight-year-old face topped with mussed straight blond
hair.  My fingers worked pressure deep but gentle into his facial muscles
and then down into his neck and shoulders, as I opened his gown up and let
it fall to his waist, per procedure.  Pulling him close, I massage his back
some, feeling it tense up to my touch.  "Just relax, Dale...I won't hurt
you...this is therapy, to help you...just relax".



   Sliding the large, wedge-shaped pillow further the exam table underneath
the crinkly rollpaper covering so his butt would be at the end of the table
better, I took his gown off and had him lay flat, his head on the
thirty-degree pillow where he could see exactly what I was doing.  He still
had his underwear on.  I slid them off his legs, and put his feet in the
stirrups.  Per bonding ritual procedure for pre-adolescent boys, I just let
him lay there a couple of moments, as my hands roamed over him, lightly
rubbing his chest and face and legs, trying to get him both focused to my
touch and desensitised to it simultaneously, get him unafraid of my hands
on his body.  Pulling a castered stool around, I took my place between his
legs.



   A pre-pubescent half-hard attempted to rise.  My hands massaged his
thighs, his buttcheeks, all around his genital area, before my mouth
clamped over his 3" penis and tiny ballsack and I began a slow suck and
manual manipulation, per ritual outlined in the "Manual".  I had sexual
contact with six or seven or more pre-pubescent boys during my training at
Polykinetic Bodywork Institute the week before, but that was training, and
this was for real.  The realization that every action I took or didn't take
would affect the rest of this nice young man's life hit me like a ton of
bricks.  Now I understood and accepted it a greater, more core-emotional
level, not just an intellectual one.  Still, I didn't yet see how what I
was doing to Dale could be healing when the identical act performed on him
by his father hurt him, but then the flood of indoctrination yes but
indoctrination I knew to be true because I had seen and experienced the
results first-hand many times in the week just past swamped me on the
backside of my centering tidal wave, and I knew because of the Principle Of
Possession and the doctrine of healing that Polykinetic Principles
promulgated that what I was doing was indeed a healing act, not a hurtful
one.  Connie stuck her head in for a second as I was bonding Dale, stage
whispered if everything was alright, I nodding yes, she smiling back and
closing the door behind her.



   Getting him fully aroused and erect with my mouth and hands, I got up
and took off and hung my robe up on the rack, and lead him to the bed.  The
Rx had called for a minimum of one hour from the two hour, actually one
hour and forty-five minute, session of sexualization, meaning body-to-body
contact such as general massage or touching or similar, with my patient
Dale, of which thirty minutes had to be direct sexualization, meaning that
my mouth or hands or penis or anus had to be in direct sexual contact with
his mouth or hands or penis or anus, i.e., there had to be a direct sexual
component for that time.  I lay him beside me and put my arm around his
shoulder, pulling him tight to me, our bodies touching on many levels and
in many places.  I didn't say a word, and he didn't either.  We just
breathed together for a while.  I felt him relax in my arms.  My cock,
despite itself and me not necessarily wanting it to, firmed up a little. 
His was still reasonably hard as it poked my leg as we lay next to each
other.



   I put my hand on his cock, as I placed his on mine.  "Dale..." I began
"...when your father touched you like this, and had you touch him like
this, did you like it?" "Yes, Eric...I liked it...I guess".  "Tell me,
Dale...of all the things your father did to you and made you do to him,
what your favorite and least-favorite sexual things?" "Sexual?" he asked
sincerely.  "Like we're doing now...things with our penises..." he shot me
a quizzical look "...pee-pees...Dale...a pee-pee is also called a
penis...something 'sexual' between a man and a body usually involves their
penises, though it can also mean mouths and anus'...buttholes...like when
you suck or have your butthole sucked and licked...understand better now?"



   "I think so...Eric...I liked it when he sucked my pee-pee, errr,
penis...and I liked it when he got me to stick my pee-pee in his butthole,
that was most fun, but I didn't like it when he stuck his in mine, it
hurt...and it was okay when Dad and I played with each other like you and I
are doing now..." "Did your Mom ever join in your fun?" "NO!...never!...Dad
made me keep everything a secret...he said Mom would be really upset if she
knew, so I did, kept it a secret."



   A long pause as we played with each other's cocks.  "Dale...you like
looking at Playboys and Penthouses and such?" "Boy, Eric, do I!...Dad used
to let me see his sometimes...you have any?" "Yes, Dale, I sure do...would
you like to see some now?" "Sure, Eric, that'd be neat!"



   I fished three or four old Plaboys and Penthouses from the bottom
dresser drawer and looked at them with my first charge'-de-therapy.  He
pointed to an especially thin but buxom brunette in one of the photo
spreads, telling me his Mom actually looked liked that, confessing he had
sneaked a peek at her one time as she came out of the shower.  His hard
fully rose flagpole as he looked with glee at the softcore nudie photos. 
My hands masturbated him with a professional detachment but sincere touch
as he flipped the pages as we lay nude together on the bed looking at the
pictures together.  He felt totally relaxed underneath my touch as I
massaged his thighs and stomach while manually stimulating him.  Boy, how I
had dreaded this case, especially as my first one.  But, actually, it
wasn't bad, wasn't bad at all.  Dale was a nice young man, a good patient
to have as my first professional charge.  The Westclox big round
office-type clock showed nine-fifteen.



   "Dale..." I broke our friendly smalltalk of talking about boobies and
pussies and such that we were looking at "...do you squirt whitestuff from
your penis like your Dad did?" "You mean, do I come?...that's what Dad
called it." "Yes, do you come?" "Well...I don't spurt like Dad did...but I
do have a nice feeling that rises like I think Dad was having when he
spurted his come...is that what you're asking?" "Yes, Dale, that is what
I'm asking...you said you liked putting your penis up your Dad's anus,
butthole, best of all...would you like to put yours inside mine?" "Can I,
Eric, can I?!?" "Sure, Dale, if you'd like...you've been an especially good
patient today, and I'd like to reward you if I can...you can put your penis
inside my anus you'd like, and tell you what, next time, two weeks from
now, I'll have some different Playboys and Penthouses for you to look at,
how's that?" I smiled at him.  "Boy, Eric, that'd be great!"



   His member was fully hard, but I sucked on it anyway for a moment. 
Fishing a latex fingercot out from the nightstand drawer, I rolled it over
his little 3" cock, and lubed it with a touch of KY.  Asking him how he'd
like to do this, he told me that his Dad usually just laid flat on his
back. I propped my butt up with a couple of pillows and my head and
shoulders with a couple more, and let my patient push his tiny but hard
cock inside my anus.  I couldn't help but think about Doc, about Doc's
patience and wisdom in helping me get over my fear of being anally
penetrated during my training at Polykinetic Bodywork Institute.  Dale
grabbed my legs and rammed his childcock home inside me, and then began a
series of short orgasmic spasms.  It didn't feel, well, good as he
assfucked me, but it didn't hurt, either.  This was therapy after all, NOT
sex.  Finishing, he snuggled up to me.  I pulled the fingercot off his
shrinking cock, and squeezed it to see what if any fluid was inside of it.
The tiniest trace of clear liquid puddled down its length.



   Nudging him hard but friendly, I told him our time was about up, and to
go get dressed, and he could take a quick shower if he'd like, that there
was a shower in the bathroom.  He declined the shower, but did walk across
the room to visit the bathroom at the far corner.  He closed the door
behind him, but I opened it back up as I followed him in.  I watched him
piss, then had him watch me piss.  I hadn't come, hadn't had a come, but
that was okay, I hadn't felt the need for one.  But I did need to piss.  We
got dressed behind our closed therapy room door, then I took him out to his
psychiatric social worker so she could take him back to the County
facility. "God..." I thought "...I really hope I can make a difference with
him, 'hope that I can help he and his Mom at least get back together".  As
I lead them back down the corridor to the front door, Connie said my next
patient was waiting for me, but she wanted to see me before I got started
with her.  My next patient, Lisa, a pert and pretty twelve-year-old girl,
and her mother were waiting for me in the entrance foyer, sitting on one of
the parson's benches, as I bade Dale and company good-bye.  I followed
Connie back to her office.  Mainly, she just wanted a sixty-second recap of
the therapy session with Dale, and studied my eyes deeply for a moment
also, as she asked how I felt about it all, I honestly replying that
everything was fine.



   Lisa was another hard-luck, tragic case.  A year earlier, at age eleven,
she had been kidnaped from a public street in Raleigh and taken off to
another nearby county by three thugs where she was brutally raped,
sodomized, and beaten badly for several hours before being released.  Her
broken bones and other injuries required a six week hospital stay before
she was well enough to be released.  But her psychological scars had yet to
begin to heal.  Even the fact that her kidnapers were in prison now and
would be so for close to the rest of their natural lives hadn't initiated a
healing paradigm.  Coming out of the hospital, she was in a state of
near-catatonia for over three months.  Her parents were referred to Dr. 
Nick by another psychiatrist, since Dr.  Nick specialized in adolescent and
pediatric psychiatry though he also does a lot of family-oriented
counseling through that regard, and after six months of talking therapy
with him produced little progress, he suggested professional bodywork
therapy, much to the horror of her super-straight-laced, fundamentalist
Christian parents.  But when he had a couple of former patients call them
with testimonials, and when he explained exactly how truly non-sexual for
the therapist and patient the therapy is, even though bodyworking seems to
be 100% about sex to the lay person, they finally consented, though with
much reluctance.  Lisa had been seeing the female-half of Dr.  Nick's
couple team every week, up until he had to fire them, but she had not
produced the kind of results he was looking for, so he decided to switch
therapist genders and give her case to me, to see if I could make any
headway.



   Walking down the hallway to my office, I tried to make the usual polite
smalltalk, but was rebuffed by her rude mother, who told me that this was
costing them a small fortune, that they only had the usual two hours today,
and for me to get to it, chop, chop.  Maybe I should have asserted more
professional authority with her, but she wasn't my patient, Lisa was, so I
just decided to ignore her and focus in Lisa.  As we made our way to my
office, her mother told me she didn't need to be here, that she was going
shopping at nearby Cary Town Center shopping center, and she'd pick Lisa up
in exactly two hours.  Bitch.



   Lisa had been through nine previous sessions with her former female
therapist, and I thought she'd be more comfortable with the situation than
she was, but she wasn't.  Dr.  Nick had R-x'd a full hour and a half out of
the hour forty-five minutes of sexualization, with all but fifteen minutes
of that being direct sexualization, but his Rx was only a guideline, a
suggestion to me, if a damned strong one backed by the fact that he was my
boss.  Still, Lisa was MY patient, not Dr.  Nick's, when she was with me.



   I had her sit on the couch beside me out in the reception and waiting
area, and tried to make smalltalk.  She wouldn't budge.  She just kept
staring at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.  I tried every angle
I could think of, saying any number of stupid and outrageous but non-sexual
things to get a rise out of her, but nothing.  I held her hand and
whispered dirty jokes in her ear, but nothing, still.  I put a hand
directly on one of her breasts and massaged it some through her blouse, but
nothing.  No reaction.  I got up to fix myself a club soda with ice,
offering her one, but nothing.



   I sat across the smallish waiting room from her at the desk, staring at
her.  She didn't want to be helped, I concluded.  Fine.  Nine previous
therapy sessions with a female therapist hadn't helped.  I doubted mine
would, too.  I hated the thought of starting my career with a zero, an
unreachable patient, on the very first day, but facts is facts.  I'd write
in my report to Dr.  Nick that I had tried to break through her shell with
no success.  If he pissed and moaned, then he would just piss and moan.  No
health care professional has 100% success rate or even close, not Doctors,
not massage therapists, not colonic irrigation specialists, not heart
surgeons, least of all polykinetic bodywork sex therapists.





   <b> Chapter 17, My First Day On The Job Continues </b>



   "I'm going down to the kitchen area at the far end of the hall..." I
announced in a very loud voice to my patient Lisa, not hiding the
irritation in it "...to fix myself a sandwich...I'm a therapist, Lisa, I am
YOUR therapist, not a rapist...you can sit here and wait for the two hours
until your mother comes back, or if you'd like to talk, come see me down
the hall".



   I fixed myself a salami-on-rye sandwich, finding enough edible stuff
stuffed in the old refrigerator bracketed by the stacks of cardboard boxes
of gowns and Chux and condoms and Kotexs and tampons and other bodyworking
sundries, and poured myself a fresh club soda on shaved ice, noticing for
the first time a crushed/shaved ice machine stuff under a counter which Dr.
Nick had neglected to tell me about.  Five minutes, no Lisa.  Ten minutes,
still no Lisa.  Fifteen minutes, and I guess I had my first professional
failure already, my second patient, just my first day on the job. 
Ghheezzzz.  I knew Dr.  Nick would not be a happy Greek-ancestry
psychiatrist.



   Then, the old door to the kitchen thick and squeaky from so many layers
of old paint eased open.  It was Lisa.  She had already changed from her
street clothes into her gown, she having been through the drill enough to
know where to look and find her treatment gown in the treatment room.  Her
twelve-year-old barefeet sported a brace of painted toenails, two or three
with glitter added to them, evidently a fad among young girls.  "Dr. 
Woods..." she began.  "It's, Eric...I'm not a Doctor, Lisa, I'm a
professional therapeutic bodywork sex therapist, not a doctor, just like
the lady you were seeing before me...call me 'Eric', not Doctor or Mister
Woods, okay?" I gently reprimanded her as her gaze didn't leave the floor
in front of her.  At least she was speaking now, her catatonia temporarily
gone.



   She took a pregnant pause, shuffled her naked feet as she waddled
towards me.  "Eric...can I have half your sandwich, please?"



   Getting another paper plate and a canned Coke for her, I sliced the
unbitten half of salami sandwich off for her, tossing her a small bag of
chips from a variety pack atop the counter.  Glancing up at me fleetingly
just a split second every now and then, she concentrated on slowly eating
her sandwich.  I could almost hear the gears in her mind turning.  She was
making decisions she and I both knew would affect the rest of her life.



   "Eric...you see...you can pretty much see right through me, can't you?"
she asked of very adult almost accusation as well as inquiry.  "Yeah,
pretty much, Lisa, pretty much...but that's what I'm trained to do...I
couldn't help a patient unless I could figure out not just what they want
but also what they need...so, yeah, with the information from your file and
the vibes I'm picking up now, I pretty much know what you need and want."
Another long silence as we both finished our finger sandwiches.  She
reached her thin, tiny arm across the old, wobbly kitchen table to near my
paper plate.  I put my hand atop hers in a gesture of support and
professional friendship.



   "I'm scared, Eric..." "I know, Lisa...you're just twelve, and you've
been through more hell than many adults will ever be...I know you're
scared....you're scared, and scarred, have deep emotional scars...I'm here
to help you remove and heal those scars, Lisa, if you'd let me..."
"Eric...one thing...if I say yes, will you show me how to kiss, kiss like a
grown-up?...all my girlfriends at school, who don't know what happened to
me by the way, all they talk about is how much fun kissing a guy is...I've
never been kissed by a boy...if I say yes to treatment, will you show me
how to kiss?" she asked as she raised her head and neck level and her eyes
met mine head-on.  "Sure, Lisa...during your treatment, I'll show you how
to kiss".



   Our bonding ritual was relaxed.  When I massager her face as I pulled
her gown open and down to massage her breasts, she put her hand atop mine.
After spec'ing her, I found out she had a ticklish clit, giggling like the
12-year-old school girl she was when I massaged and played with and lightly
pinched it with lubed fingers.  Though the typical bonding ritual is
supposed to last around five minutes tops, therapy sessions are usually
just one hour, actually fifty minutes after all, though a two-hour/one hour
forty-five minute session, the point of the bonding ritual is to quickly
use the Principle Of Possession to gain therapeutic control of your patient
and if you dawdle you're basically cheating the patient from the time
they're paying for, Lisa enjoyed me playing with her clit and massaging her
labia so much as she lay on the exam table her feet in the stirrups that I
let the bonding time drift into fifteen to twenty minutes, before moving to
the therapeutic bed.



   "Okay, Lisa...you said you wanted to learn how to kiss...I'll show you"
I said as she lay beside me on the bed.  Putting my hand behind her head,
she eased to me as our mouths met, and began her lesson in oral connection.
My left arm slid under her and pulled her tighter to me.  Her little puffy
nipples became engorged as our tongues started to mingle.  My cock rose. 
Her hand found my cock without being told to and began playing with it.  I
didn't tell her not to.  My middle finger of my right hand slid down to her
crotch, and tunneled its way into her vagina, still wet from the bonding
ritual G-spot expression I had given her just moments before.  Dr.  Nick's
are-exxx had called for basically maximum direct sexual contact as the
paradigm for her therapy.  Rape, as much as an act of violence, is an act
of removing control.  As her therapist, I needed to reinforce that sex with
male partners involved her always having control.  Rolling on my back,
having her roll a condom on me, she being a little clumsy and a lot shy but
actually laughing a little as she got the first two "backwards", she slid
atop me.  I raised up as much as I could on my elbows and we kissed more as
she fucked me.  The clock on the treatment room wall caught my eye.  Damn
clock.  It was already past eleven-thirty.  We had spent the first hour
doing the dance of denial and acceptance of the inevitable, leaving less
than an hour for actual therapy.  But at least she wasn't catatonic now, or
pretending to be.  She seemed to be enjoying herself as she rode my
full-hard member as we kissed and I sucked and played with her
less-than-A-cup-12-year-old breasts.  Damn clock didn't lie.  Grabbing her
asscheeks, I playfully swatted one, telling her "sorry, Lisa...time's
almost up...you need to shower and put your clothes back on...your Mom will
be here soon".  She seemed genuinely disappointed.  As we walked down the
corridor, I held her close to me.  We stopped at the door to the foyer and
I let her kiss me another two or three minutes as we hugged.  A car beeped
its horn in my driveway.  Lisa's expression changed from one of basic
happiness back to her faux catatonia one as her mother beeped the horn once
more and she walked back into the sphere of bitchdom which was her mother.



   Noon.  I was hungry.  Walking back down the hallway to catch my elevator
upstairs to my apartment, Connie was in the old kitchen, waiting for me. 
She had me briefly debrief on how my session went with Lisa, and seemed
pleased.  She told me she'd take me to lunch, at one of the nearby places
that Dr.  Nick had a company account set up.  I told her that I really just
wanted to be alone until my next appointment in an hour.  She implied it
wasn't a request.



   We drove down the driveway to Chatham St., hung a left to the light on
Maynard Rd., then went a hundred yards and pulled into the little strip
shopping center to Guy's Sub Shop.  Connie's new, well, last year's
Corvette didn't even get woken up good on the less than quarter mile trip.
Guy's was full, packed with people, but a waitress lead us to a small,
somewhat isolated high-backed booth at the very back, a "Reserved" plaque
keeping others from taking it.  We got stares from time to time from the
odd customer, I suppose because of us wearing our white doctor-style
labcoats, both of which respectively sported our gold/brass-looking
nametags with our names and "Wake Family Therapy" in big black letters on
them, not having gotten or even having thought to ask Dr.  Nick for new
ones with the name of his professional corporation on them.  In somewhat
hushed tones because of patrons scooting by our table during the lunch
rush, Connie basically just asked me more about my treatment modalities and
sequences with Dale and Lisa, why and wherefor, etcetera.  She also asked
me about Margot's and mine friendship and relationship.  Our replied
honestly that our friendship was quite real but our "relationship" as such
was totally professional.  Finishing our lunch and heading back, Connie
went to seek Margot out and take her to lunch to download her first half of
the day more succinctly, as another car drove in the driveway with my next
patients, a mother and daughter duo.



   I gave them both light but friendly hugs as they came into the entrance
foyer.  Louise Fortner was thirty-eight, average height and weight,
elegantly styled medium auburn hair, matronly breasts stuffed inside her
off-the-rack designer dress copy.  Her daughter, Sherrie, was pert and
perky ten-year-old, only about four-five, less than a hundred pounds,
straight hair past her shoulders.  Louise had been divorced for about five
years, and Sherrie saw her Dad every other weekend at his home about a
hundred miles away and spent most of her summer vacations with him too. 
There had not been any abuse by her father or mother prior to the divorce,
and hadn't really had any since, either.  This case was one of those that
kinda fell through the cracks, definition-wise.  Sherrie had caught her
mother naked and masturbating late one night, as she walked into her room
because she woke up sick to her stomach.  Louise had then treated Sherrie
for her nausea with some syrup of ipecac, but still being naked, a sexual
moment erupted.  Sherrie asked her Mother what she had been doing, and her
Mother told her, explained it all.  Sherrie then asked if she would do it
some more and let her watch, and her mother agreed.  By the end of that
first night, Louise had fully sexualized her daughter.  By the end of the
next week, she was wracked with guilt about what had happened, which also
happened twice more the following week, and to make a long story short, had
sought out help through Wake Family Therapy, this being one of the referral
cases I helped salvage by working the phones earlier in the week.  Today
was to be the first of six scheduled sessions.



   There were no proscribed activities from Dr.  Carol's and then Dr. 
Nick's Rx's, and not much of a PRE-scribed one(s), either, other than try
to introduce a comfort level between mother and daughter on a non-sexual
level through bodywork means and try to introduce a level of
hetero-centricity into their respective focus'.  In other words, try to
remove Louise's guilt about accidentally sexualizing her daughter, and try
to introduce a level of heterosexual focus to Sherrie.  Considering Sherrie
was just ten and a virgin, this would require a little more structure and
patience than normal.



   Per procedures outlined in "The Manual", I had them undress and gown
together behind the screen.  I bonded Louise first.  As I massaged her face
and then her breasts, I had Sherrie join my massage of her mother's
breasts. Both Sherrie and Louise got a far-away look in their eyes as
Sherrie touched her mother thusly.  In the stirrups, I had Sherrie look at
the inside of her mother's vagina and got a small flashlight out so she
could see her cervix.  Louise had explained "the facts of life" to her
daughter just a couple of weeks previously to the initial sexualization
session, on a scale probably too deep, complete with not just sex manuals
but also instructional tapes and even a couple of regular old X-rated
tapes, which both Dr.  Nick and Dr.  Carol concluded helped set up the
potential for what had happened happening.



   Louise knew about G-spots only in passing, and definitely didn't know
where hers was and had never had a G-spot orgasm before.  Sherrie, still
gowned as she stood beside me as I continued the bonding ritual with her
mother, giggled as did Louise when, after a full five minutes of fishing
for it then another three or four minutes of using increasingly hard
pressure to express it, Louise's first G-spot come squirted far enough to
hit both of Sherrie and I in the face as we sat between her mother's legs
as she lay on the exam table.  Sherrie wiped her mother's cyprinne from her
face with her hand and tasted it.  I wiped the thin come from my face and
walked around to share with Louise, putting it on my lips to share with her
in a kiss.  Returning back to my station to finish up, I let Sherrie rub
and play with her mother's labia some before telling her it was her turn.



   Sherrie was an especially bright and seemingly well-adjusted young girl.
If she had been harmed by her mother's sexualization of her, and I knew she
had because Dr.  Nick and Dr.  Carol wouldn't have recommended treatment
otherwise, it wasn't apparent.  As I rubbed her flat chest in the first
part of the Possession ritual, she just sprung a nice, big bear hug on me,
her ten-year-old short arms not reaching all the way around my large chest.
I hugged her back and told her she was sweet.  Feet in stirrups for the
second time in her life, the first being her screening exam by a
gynecologist before being sent to me to make sure the absence of social
diseases and such, she fidgeted a little.  I had Louise examine her
still-intact hymen with me in detail as we shared the space between her
daughter's spread legs.  We both touched it and played with it, feeling the
thickness yet suppleness of its membrane.  The tiniest of vaginal openings
peered its monocol eye at me.  Even my smallest and most well-lubed plastic
speculum from the wire rack of supplies nearby couldn't ease in to her. 
Remembering the label on a cardboard box inside the old kitchen area, I
excused myself for a moment and came back with one designed specifically
for very young girls, the width of the speculae blades being not much wider
than a thick pencil.  Per "Manual" procedures, I finished my bonding with
her by mouthing the totality of her pudenda as best I could, she giggling
with pleasure as I did.



   I had already formulated a course of action in my head that I planned to
take with them, based upon Dr.  Nick's and Dr.  Carol's treatment Rx or
lack thereof, by the time I lead them over to the treatment bed.  For the
most part, for the first three sessions, I would directly sexualize Louise
mostly, though I'd also sexualize Sherrie to some extent as part of my play
with Louise.  Watching me sexualize her mother would more focus Sherrie on
heterosexual play.  Over the next three sessions, I'd let Sherrie join in
more and more, teaching her about M/F sex, and in the third or fourth
session, would take her virginity then.  From there, I'd concentrate more
on Sherrie, since she was the victim in all this, and bring her to a point
where her relationship with her Mother was more where it was before what
happened happened.



   I had Louise get on all fours on the bed as I fucked her mouth as I
stood in front of her.  Divorced for five years, it had been two years
since Louise's last date and fuck, and I suspect she was probably looking
forward to these bodywork sessions.  Then we had sex in various positions
as her daughter watched us up close and personal on the bed with us.  Her
pussy was very, very tight.  It was obvious she hadn't had penile-vaginal
sex indeed for the past two years.  While Louise was on top of me, I had
Sherrie play with my cock and her mother's pussy as we fucked.  She seemed
to enjoy that, and I could tell she was focusing her fascination with my
cock, the first real one she had ever seen let alone touched.  Time does
fly when you're having therapy.  Damn clock again told of just a few
minutes left.  Having Louise lay flat across the bed, I had Sherrie join
her Mom in a sixty-nine, as I fucked Louise, having Sherrie lick my cock as
it went in and out of her mother's cunt.  That was nice.  Not as erotic as
you might think, I was trying to maintain my professional demeanor, but
nice.  Then our time was up.



   The next two, my remaining two appointments, I knew would be the easiest
ones of the day.  Connie again pulled me into her office for a brief
debriefing about what I had done with Louise and Sherrie, as I kept my next
patient, Madeline, waiting for a moment.  Madeline was a nice, polite,
plump but not fat, bit of a frump frumpish housewife in her middle forties.
Married for almost twenty-five years to the same first husband, having
enjoyed a pleasant if not earth-shaking monogamous sex life for all those
years except the recent most two, her lack of desire second but her
IN-ability to achieve orgasm firstly was causing major problems in her
marriage.  Many thousands of dollars worth of medical exams and tests and
such had ruled out physical or organic causes, and yet she didn't exhibit
classical presentations psychologically that would lead to a psychiatric
talking-therapy conclusive positive result.  So, Dr.  Carol, Madeline being
another WFT referral, having seen the two previous women bodyworkers and
Connie for several visits each (with mixed results at best so far, I might
add) before Dr.  Nick assigned her to me, had recommended and she accepted
the idea of being polykinetically bodyworked.



   I knew this was to be more typical of my caseload than the previous
three others, especially with me being of the male gender.  As Doc had
drilled so firmly into our brains, there were millions of women "out there"
who suffered from one sort of orgasmic dysfunction, who were pre-orgasmic,
who had been orgasmic but were now no longer like Madeline was, who had
better orgasms years ago but now had lesser ones and wanted their old big
ones again, etc., just an army of potential women patients who were
beginning to demand equal medical treatment like men had been getting from
surrogates and sex therapists and bodyworkers for decades past.



   As I slipped her gown down to begin massaging her breasts per ritual, I
couldn't help but notice that her bra straps had cut deep grooves, almost
ruts into her shoulders.  Her matronly, somewhat middle-aged floppy 38DD
tits were large and pendulous, but a properly fitting bra wouldn't have cut
depressions like that.  I rubbed those what I knew had to be painful ruts
out as best I could before attending to massaging her breasts, friendly
suggesting that she really needed to go to Pennyrich Bra Patch or someplace
similar and be properly measured and fitted for a correct-sized bra
designed for amply-endowed women, she politely thanking me for the
suggestion.



   Working my way through the bonding ritual, she asked me exactly what I
did, what I had done, after I expressed her G-spot, so I explained the
physiology of the Graffenberg gland and the reason behind the bonding
ritual.  She again politely thanked me, and asked if I would give her
another one like it.  On the bed, I gave her not one not two but a good
half a dozen or more G-spot orgasms, each one being a little deeper than
the last, each one squirting a little more cyprinne fluidic expression onto
the Chux pads I had put under her butt to keep from having to change the
mattress pad before seeing my last patient for the day.  Being just the
usual fifty minute-hour session, I turned the focus around to her coming in
the "usual" way by intercourse, she being on all fours as I pounded deeply
away into her pussy from the rear, pushing her face into a pillow, but
while I felt a partial orgasmic plateau rise, she didn't in the end
actually come, and I had to call "time".  Kissing on the cheek as she
walked out into the late afternoon creeping twilight, thanking her for
agreeing to stay with her therapy despite the change in venue, she smiled
at me and my next patient, Jani, as they passed each other on the short
front porch.



   Jani was a typical patient of Dr.  Nick's.  A mid-adolescent, age just
17, a product of a stable, happy, successful WASP-ish two-parent home, she
had never been abused nor suffered any major trauma or even upsets in her
life.  A junior attending Cary High School just down the road from my
office and home, she drove a new Mustang her parents, both of whom worked
at different Fortune 500 employers in Research Triangle Park, had bought
for her when she turned sixteen.  Losing her virginity at 15, she had three
boyfriends and no lesbian impulses or girlfriends so far.  Her high school
annual listed her as being a member of the Beta Club, the National Honor
Society, and was a first-team "A"-team cheerleader.  That said, she had
been in on-and-off analysis with Dr.  Nick since she was thirteen, for a
condition described in what selective records Dr.  Nick had copied and sent
to me with her files as "non-clinical depression" or, in layman's terms,
what you and I would call being depressed from time to time when life
doesn't go a hundred-percent to our satisfaction.  Having her on a laundry
list of different pharmacological treatments for depression over the years
and none having achieved results, she came to the polykinetic bodywork
therapy treatment because, in her own words quoted in her chart, "none of
my two boyfriends in the past or my current one has ever been able to make
me come, I guess because I'm too depressed all the time to have the energy
to come".  The "Mrs.  Therapist" now gone not having been successful over
the course of six treatments, Dr.  Nick had referred on to me.



   She seemed bored by the initial part of the bonding ritual.  Even when I
more than lightly pinched her nipples while massaging her breasts to try to
get a reaction from her, no rise from her at all.  My genital massage and
G-spot expression barely produced a yawn.  Only when I started sucking on
her clit like a vacuum cleaner while she lay spread eagle in the stirrups
did she vocalize anything at all, a "hey, Doc, that feels good!".



   She did have that perfect, 5'8", 130 lb., 38C with pyramid-shaped-tits
perfect seventeen-year-old body, her long sandy blonde hair wispy but not
thin cascading to the middle of her back.  I couldn't help but feel
attracted to her, sexually aroused by the fact that I had total control of
her sexually now in our patient-bodywork therapist relationship.  "Ya'
gonna fuck me now, Doc?" she asked semi-sarcastically as she popped a
bubblegum bubble inches from my face as I bade her to lay down on the bed
next to me.  "It's Eric, Jani, not 'Doc', I'm a professional therapeutic
sex therapist, not a Doctor..." I scolded only half-jokingly back. 
"Sorry...Eric...anyway, we gonna fuck?...last few times, me and that other
lady therapist fucked, only she did me with a strap-on dildo, not a real
cock, since she didn't have one..." she snickered as if she had said
something funny.



   "Well, your chart says you're here because you're non-orgasmic and wish
to become orgasmic, so yes, we'll fuck, we'll fuck today and the next time
and the next time you come for an appointment, until you and/or Dr.  Nick
decides results have been achieved or further treatments won't be necessary
or do you any good..." I replied as my hands played with those perfect
breasts of hers, my right hand wedging her thighs open so her pussy would
be exposed to my manual explorations.  "Well, Doc, eerrrr, Eric..." she
continued as her hand found my rising member "...I CAN come, but not by a
cock inside me, but only when I play with myself instead..." "That's not in
your records".  "Well, I don't tell that old perv' Dr.  Nick everything,
Eric..." "I still think I can help you, Jani, if you would like me to". 
"Sure, whatever...why not?"



   I had her face away from me, we both on our left sides, and entered her
from the back as I pulled her to me for maximum flesh-to-flesh contact. 
God help me, and I knew it was okay within the bodyworker-to-patient
relationship and paradigm to feel this way but I still couldn't help but
feel the ever-so-slightest twinge of guilt for feeling so, but Jani felt so
good beside me as I fucked her, my hand reaching over and around to
manually stimulate her clit as we fucked.  My right hand mostly stimulated
her clit as we fucked, roaming up for a moment to squeeze and play with her
breasts before returning to her clit.  Then, Old Man Clock reminded me
again it was only a fifty-minute session.  I picked up my pace, my fingers
joining my cock inside her for a moment as they simultaneously mashed her
clit hard while doing so, and she and I both came.  Popping up to get
dressed again, she lay on the bed, panting, for a few minutes.  Finishing
up my paperwork on her, I finally had to go rouse her and tell her she
needed to leave, that therapy was over for today.  She planted a firm but
sincere kiss on my lips as she walked off the porch and to her car.



   Margot lay nude atop a bathtowel half-asleep on the surround semi-sunken
couch watching some cable how-to program on our wide-screen TV across the
room, her eyes not rising to meet mine as I headed from the elevator to our
room and my hot, hot shower.  Connie, dressed in a nice pantsuit as she sat
at the communal roll-top workdesk near where the elevator came up doing
more paperwork, didn't acknowledge me as I spoke "Hi" to her as I passed
within five feet of her.  The shower felt good.  The healing warmth of the
hot water just seemed to wash the professional mistakes I had made that day
along with my sins down the drain.  Adjusting the showerhead to suit me,
the torrent of comforting water relaxed my body and mind.  Soaking under
the umbrella of h2o for a long while, a still-nude Margot opened the
accordianed glass shower door, lazily telling me that "Connie wants to see
us both...get dressed...more work stuff...she says hurry up."



   "C'mon, you two, dinner's on me, well, on the company, let's go eat". 
Her 'Vette being just a two-seater, we took my new Accord to Ragazzi's,
over at Cary Town Center, instead.  We didn't talk the first word about the
day's past events as we gulped our wood-fired oven-cooked lasagna and house
salad and house red wine down.  Instead, Connie pressed us for details
about our experiences with Doc and Mrs.  Doc and all at our Polykinetic
Bodywork Institute.  Margot and I both were still a little numb, I think,
about all these major, radical shifts in our lives that had happened so
quickly and well, so unexpectedly so recently so.  Still, we both related
both the highs and the lows, the good, the great, the bad, and the terrible
experiences we both had while attending PKI.  "Sounds like pretty much the
same CV I went through five years ago, friends...while not preparing me for
everything, it did prepare for most of what I've been exposed to in my
five-year career since...have confidence in your training, Margot,
Eric...Doc does a good job...and you'll also begin to appreciate it even
more when you'll probably be called to assist with training of new
bodyworkers, or being trained in a more narrow speciality, at some point in
your career..."



   The waitress dropped the check on the table, and Connie pulled out a
Visa card to pay it.  I couldn't help but notice it was a company credit
card, one that didn't have her name, but did have "Dr.  Nicholas Samiatakis
PLC" printed on it.  "We, Dr.  Nick's professional company, has an account
here with this Ragazzi's, but it's easier paying with the company card,
because otherwise I'd have to fetch a number out of the purchase order
book, and then explain it to our waitress who'll know nothing about it,
who'll then get the manager and then twenty minutes from now finally let us
charge it...it's just easier this way...oh, by the way, soon, a week or so,
Dr.  Nick will also give your own company Visa cards, too."



   Connie sat beside me on the front seat as we made our five minute drive
back home, playfully playing with my cock through my pants, I equally
playfully warning her not to start something she couldn't finish.  "Oh,
I'll 'finish' it, later, Eric" she cooed.



   Back in our communal space on our third-floor elevatored story, Connie
was back to business.  She had us retrieve our case files for today's
patients, and handing us new pads of blank treatment records forms, told us
to "go for it", to do our paperwork and do our patient write-ups for today,
that she'd look over them when we were through.  In less than three
minutes, she had finished her own patient records, she having seen two
patients late that afternoon herself.  Half an hour passed.  I was still
writing my record about Lisa, hadn't even gotten to Louise Sherrie and
Madeline and Jani.  An hour or so later, and Margot finally finished.  A
few minutes after, I finished, as my writing fingers began cramping. 
Connie looked at us both silently with scolding expression as she reviewed
first Margot's then my effort.  "I can see Doc has dropped his 'standard
patient record notation' class, uh-hu" she blasted us quietly as she glared
at us over the top of her reading glasses.



   "I'm glad I decided to stay on and help you two better enter this
world...you need the help, obviously...I'll have to do you a list of
standard patient notations and let refer to it until you become accustomed
to them...come over here, both of you...Eric, you damn near wrote a novel
about your first patient, Dale...I know that was partly first patient and
first day jitters, but damn!..." she barked as she made room for my
original report and a blank pad beside on our large shared workdesk, we
paying close attention as we stood beside her, watching, listening "...I
can sum up your treatment diaryline in three or four sentences,
Eric...watch..."



   She first wrote "STDPOP" for "Standard Principle Of Possession" bodywork
ritual.  Then "TTP" for "Therapist To Patient", then next to it "MGC" for
"(TTP) Manual Genital Contact", and beside that, the phrases "patient
indicated Mother was not an instigator or present when abuse took place or
had prior knowledge of same".  Then she scribbled "MTMGC" for "Mutual
(Therapist To Patient and Patient To Therapist) Manual Genital Contact, and
directly beside that the words "with aid of printed pictorial photography".
Then, the next sentence began "PTT" for "Patient To Therapist" and beside
that "PAP" for "Penile-Anal Penetration", and the next sentence being the
conclusion "therapy session was positive and affirming for the patient;
some progress was made towards recovery; recommend continuation of
therapeutic program."



   "You mean to tell me that Doc NEVER covered standard therapeutic
notation in class?!?..." she scolded a non-present Doc more than us, we
nodding our heads in unison "no".  "And the sheet of standard notations and
recommended syntax isn't in "The Manual" any more?...Jesus...let me see
your Manuals, both of you..."



   We retreated like fussed-at school children to our shared connected
apartments a few feet away and quickly came back with our Manuals. 
"Where's your Volume II's?" she spat again.  Margot and I looked at each
other with puzzled crosseyes, then dashed back to our rooms.  My "Manual Of
Polykentic Bodywork Practice Vol.  II" was still in my mostly unpacked
suitcase, as was Margot's.  Doc had told us all that it was full of
reference stuff mainly, that we'd seldom if ever need it.  Scooting back to
the living room, Connie took Margot's and immediately flipped to a tabbed
page entitled "Standard Notations Syntax For Patient Reports", roughly
shoving it back to Margot, with a "now, guys, re-write your reports all
over again, this time using the Standard Notations only, and let me see
them when you're through."



   I could tell Margot felt as I did, like a schoolkid being made to stay
after school for not doing his classwork properly, being made to re-do it
all just to make a point, as Connie scanned our done-in-ten-minutes-tops
new patient reports.  "That's better, Eric, Margot...not perfect, but
better...you'll get the hang of it soon enough...just remember, your
referring psychiatrist is always a busy person, they want the maximum
amount of information related to treatment recorded and relayed to them in
as minimum amount of time and attention as possible...now...and I almost
hate to do this to you on your first day, but it's now or never...about
your lack of patient-therapist protocol....Eric, you first...get undressed
and sit on the couch..."



   I took many, many deep breaths as I got undressed, as Connie did too,
and ordered Margot to do so as well.  She just starred at me for the
longest time as she paced a couple of feet in front of me, and then from
nowhere, lightly but firmly slapped me squarely in the face.  I would have
returned the slap with a much harder one, but figured this was some sort of
role-play game.  "Eric, you contemptible sonofabitch...how dare you presume
that your mental well-being comes before your patient's!!!" she screamed at
me.  "Whaaa...what do you mean, Connie?" "With Dale..." "Yes?" "You felt a
'passion of the moment' with him, didn't you, even though you weren't quite
comfortable with that feeling, didn't you?" I thought for a second.  But no
point in denying it.  "Yeah...yes...I suppose so".  "Then why didn't you
act on it?...why didn't you have Dale suck you off or masturbate you to
orgasm or fuck his little asshole until you had your nice big come, HU?"
"I...I don't know..."



   "Oh, you know...could it be that, despite your intense training to the
contrary, you thought that by denying yourself your passion of the moment,
you'd be helping your patient somehow?" "I suppose so".  "You suppose...you
suppose!..." she screamed again as she slapped me again, this time I
leaning back to avoid most of the force of the blow "...and what did you
learn about this in school, hu, Eric?" "Not to deny myself my own pleasure,
unless doing so is specifically stated as such as a treatment
contraindication in the Rx, that doing so harms both myself and my
patient..." "Let me tell you what happened, Eric...by denying yourself your
own pleasure of the moment, you lost a perfect opportunity to become that
much more deeply bonded with your eight-year-old boy-charge, and by doing
so, probably lengthened his treatment cycle at best and negatively affected
the overall treatment potential at worst...what do have to say about THAT,
hu, Eric?"



   There wasn't much I could say.  I knew she was right.  Mumbling promises
about not denying my feelings again, Connie leaned down to passionately
kiss me, her tongue finding the back of my throat.  Then, it was Margot's
turn.  If anything, she ripped into Margot even harder.  Slapping her face
a couple of times with the same light but firm stroke she had laid into me
with, she also repeatedly grabbed and twisted Margot's breasts and nipples
as she sat naked before her.  She really ripped into Margot denying her own
pleasure with a mutually inorgasmic lesbian couple she had an afternoon
session with, and then screamingly ripped into her about denying herself
her passion with this hunk of a guy patient who she had treated that
morning for inorgasmia, making Margot open her legs for a light cuntspank
about that.



   "I'm doing this for your own good, Margot, Eric...even though I too was
trained otherwise, for the first three years I held everything in, I
consistently denied myself rising passion moments with my patients, when
all the ethics and long-term knowledge about doing so not only allows this
but tells yu that denying yourself your own pleasure actually harms your
patient, and almost as importantly, causes so much internal tension as to
cause premature professional burn-out....if I had someone mentor me at
first like I'm doing now with you two, and really convince me of the
validity of what Doc teaches about this, I might not be burned out now
after five years, I might have many more good professional years left in my
career, but as it is..." and with that, she slumped down to the couch
beside Margot, put her head in her hands, and began sobbing uncontrollably.




   "I'm sorry, Margot, Eric...it's just that, it's just that..." Margie and
I held her in our arms in a sweet, comforting group hug.  She kissed Margot
firmly on the lips, then me.  "Want to 'get even' with
me?...heheheheh...want to have some fun?...we have two BDSM rooms
downstairs...I haven't had anyone to play with me in a power exchange mode
in months...I miss it...want to tie me up, and spank me some, dominate me
some?....hehehehehe".



   Marg' and I spent the next three or four hours just doing what we wanted
to with our nipple-ringed and tattooed Connie in BDSM Room #1, the one set
up more for more focus activities like spanking and whips and such than
pain ones like needles and piercings and brandings and such.  That night,
we three slept together in our, Margot's and mine, bed.  Snoring. 
Buzzsawing snoring.  Breathing deeply but slowly.  Margot's mouth on
Connie's tit.  My fingers up Connie's well-spanked and well-fucked
butthole. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt lucky that Connie had agreed to
stay on and mentor us for a while.  She was indeed trying to impart the
kind of knowledge that only the school of experience more than the School
Of Doc could teach.  A little more at least, I accepted my place a tad
closer to the horizon of approaching heaven of being a being that lived,
ate, slept, pissed, shitted, fucked, sucked, spoke, heard, and touched sex
twenty-four-seven for the benefit of others, for the benefit of mankind.





   <b> Chapter 18, My Second Day On The Job </b>



   Morning's dawn crept the light spectrum thermostat up slowly in our
bedroom, grey turning to purple then orange then yellow.  Connie had
snuggled into my back, her hand lazily resting against my cock, as I in
turn snuggled Margot close to me from the other side, her arm under my
head, making my neck crick a little.  If I lived to be a hundred, this is
one feeling I'd never get tired of, waking up between two beautiful women,
happy.  I really didn't want to wake them, I just wanted to lie there and
soak in the perfect moment of being the cock-meat between two slices of
cunt sandwich, but my head was killing me from Margot accidentally cutting
off the blood flow to my brain with her arm pressed against my carotid
artery, and I really, really did need to go piss.  Sliding down between
them as to not move them much and accidentally wake them up, Connie's light
red playmarks on her asscheeks and a couple of stray thin pinkish whipmarks
on her back offered innocent testimony to our mutual playtime in BDSM Room
#1 last night.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



   Margot shooed me out of the shower, gently fussing at me that while I
had a short morning ahead, she didn't, she was fully booked again, and she
needed to dash in and out.  She was right, of course.  She was booked solid
hour appointments from eight until noon, I having just two hour-long
individual ones, from nine to ten and from ten until eleven.  Dr.  Nick had
booked us both into a four-hour block from one until five for the
afternoon, a solid four hours which his notes said could be as short as two
or as long as four, our call to be made on the fly.  Connie had told us
that this was most unusual.



   Connie came in to take her piss as I towel-dried my hair.  Almost two
weeks, and still no need to shave, the result of the industrial-strength
30-day-depilatory spray that had been used on Margot and I both during
class, though Margot had commented that the hair on my back seemed to be
growing back.  Damn MascuStats.  That's all I could figure, that the
MascuStat male bee-cee pills that I had to take nightly as part of my
employment contract must be screwing up my male hormones, making my body
hair grow out thicker and faster.  While my emotional libido hadn't
increased yet, my physical capacity for erections and multiple orgasms
surely had, to the point where either or both were so automatic that I
really no longer thought about them.  Connie reached to friendly play with
my cock as she sat on the commode next to the vanity as Margot came out of
the shower, kissing both of us as she scampered off to get dressed.



   Connie made sure Margot and her first patient for the day got settled in
downstairs in her treatment room before coming back up and joining me for
bagels and cream cheese at our breakfast nook area.  Say what you want
about the New York Metro area, once you try bagels from a "real" deli
there, you'll be hooked on them, if you are a born-and-breed Southern
non-Jewboy.  We just munched silently as we smiled at each other and held
hands across the table as we enjoyed our bath in the morning's new light,
sitting naked in the warmth of the new day.



   "Are you sure you remember...you know enough about the moderation
techniques for premature ejaculation?" Connie asked, I nodding "yes", she
insisting on felating me to a new hard before reiterating what I had
learned in class by doing a show-and-tell on me.  Not wanting to waste a
perfectly good hard and having a few minutes before my first patient of the
day, we sat on the couch as she slid into my lap, riding me condom-less,
"bareback", until she and I both came, my fingers playing with those
beautiful nipple rings attached to those beautiful nipples and tits in
front of my face.



   My first patient for the day was another guy, this time a "real" guy, a
forty-seven year old man, married, president of a local auto dealership,
who had been having trouble with premature ejaculation for the past several
months, and having run through Connie and the two other bodyworkers without
any success at Wake Family Therapy who had left before Margot and I were
hired, had insisted, no, really, he was quoted in his records as saying
this, as insisting on wanting to deal with a male therapist or he wasn't
going to pursue things further, his logic being that being with a female
bodyworker therapist simply exacerbated the problem, and that since he was
so far over on the homo-hetero rangescale, covering from seven to nine,
about the same as mine, he didn't think he'd get as prematurely excited
with a guy-therapist and therefor maybe actually re-learn not to come so
quick.  I couldn't help but think about that apparent fib that Messers
Doctors Carol Kim had told me while recruiting me that less than one
percent of my patient caseload would be male, and then I'd see them only in
tandem M/F team therapist settings.  Yeah, fucking right.  Ben was my
second male patient in as many days.  At least Doc had by force of his will
knocked out any homophobia during my PBI training that might have
residually been hiding in my psyche.



   Ben seemed bored but okay with the bonding ritual.  He stunk like old
cigars snuffed out in a sewer, admitting that he pretty much kept a lit one
in his mouth all day long at work, and "please, no oral-fixation or
mother's-nipple jokes, please".  Grey, thick hair covered more of his erect
shaft than the rest of his pubic area.  No way was I going to put that
thing in my mouth and be picking his pubic hairs from between my teeth for
the rest of the day.  Not finding any of Doc's special generic-labeled
industrial-strength hair removal spray in the metal nightstand, I excused
myself for a moment and found an entire unopened case of it in the
storage/kitchen room, lathering my too-genitally-hairy patient's prick and
balls down with it back in the treatment room, making him also soap his
body in the shower down to remove the worst of his cigar stink while he
scrubbed his now-loose hair away in the small footprint shower.



   He seemed rather nonplused by my therapy efforts with him as he lay on
the bed and I leaned over him to suck-and-crush his genitals in the
time-honored Masters Johnson method of punishing the patient until they
learn to control their orgasms.  For him and me both, it was professional,
nothing more.  If he had simply wanted a blow job, any number of hookers
both male and female would have done it for seventy-five percent less than
the $200 Dr.  Nick was charging him for my time.  While I had some early
success with Ben, he lasting for over twenty minutes, in the end, he
prematurely ejaculated anyway, uncontrollably, trying to shove my head and
mouth down on his cock as he came, telling me, not asking me, to swallow, I
replying that I would only if he'd kiss me in return, he laughing at that.
In the end, he told me that while not a complete success, he had lasted
longer with me than any previous female therapist, and that he'd be back,
for sure.  Great.  Another male patient.  But billable hours are billable
hours.



   My next patient was a very young-looking twenty-seven year old lady
suffering from severe non-specific vaginismus.  Single, pretty, with a
great job as secretary to one of Ben's competitors perhaps somewhat
coincidentally, she used to date often and well and had a very active
strictly hetero sexlife until a few months ago, when severe reflexive
vaginismus struck her from nowhere, leaving her unable to have intercourse.
Although carrying around a bit of a 'tude, she was pleasant as we talked
before she scooted back to gown up and our session began.



   As I slid her gown open and down to massage her breasts per procedure,
she absolutely shuddered at my touch of them.  I backed off for a second,
being startled just a bit, but pushed on.  While massaging her clit and
labia, her reflexive non-specific vaginismus was very clear to me.  Every
second that I touched her genitals produced a "collapsing tunnel" effect at
her vaginal entrance, much as if her vagina was "winking" at me.  Size "S"
speculum wouldn't fit, so I went back to the storage room and got three or
four of the toddler-sized ones like I had used on my ten-year-old patient
Sherrie yesterday.  Even with this pencil-width-bladed speculum and lots of
lube, it was a chore working it inside my patient Karen's vagina.



   On the therapy bed, Karen tried her best to relax, but she really
couldn't.  As my hands roamed and played with her as they wished as we lay
naked together, she vocalized concerns about never being able to have
"regular" sex again.  Then I began my "Chinese puzzle" exploration of her,
massaging this part and that part of her body, literally from her head to
her toes, doing so briefly before trying to finger-fuck her to see if
"outside" stimulation and pleasant massage pressure would have her yield
her cunt open to my touch.  I tried every combination of single-source and
multiple-source massage points I knew, but nothing.  But damn, I was
getting horny.  Karen WAS pretty, was a knock-out, five-seven, smelling
nice, perfect little 32C breasts.  I wanted some.  And, remembering
Connie's face-slapping lesson last night, I decided to "get some".



   Propping the pillows against the headboard, I nudged Karen between my
legs and told her to suck me until I came, when she was to swallow my load
whole.  She shot me a look like "yeah, right, buddy, like I've ever done
that for any of my boyfriends before!", I shaking my head from
side-to-side, she then resigning herself that it was part of the therapy.
My patient Karen was a superb cocksucker.  Five minutes later, fifteen
minutes left of the fifty-minute-therapy-hour, and she sucked me until I
came, my semen spurt hitting the back of her throat as she indeed swallowed
every single last drop.  My hand lovingly brushed her face as she and I
both finished.  Inspirationally, I flipped around and successfully shoved
my index finger all the way up her cunt, before she could react to it and
clamp down on it in reflexive vaginismic reaction hard enough to where I
literally had to brace against her with my free hand to pull it out, my
finger feeling like it had been crushed in a vice.  At least I had an
inkling for a possible therapeutic modality now, one along a more
dominance-submission track.



   After Patient Karen left, I found Connie in her treatment room, in the
middle of finishing up with her one patient for the day, a nice older lady
in her sixty's or so, a long-term patient of hers who saw her for reasons
of sporadic orgasmia.  Connie signaled to me to join them on the bed, and
asked me if I'd penetrate her client while she licked her clit, of course I
agreeing despite having just shot my mainload into my previous patient. 
Maybe the MascuStats had other desirable effects than back-up birthcontrol.
Her patient's sixty-plus-year-old cunt was large and airy, but I fucked it
best I could, trying to feel her loose cunt through my rubber to maintain
my erection.  Finishing up, Connie told me she'd see me shortly in my
office.



   It was just eleven-thirty, and Margot was still with her patient, her
fourth patient of the morning.  I knew that because Margot was female and
polykinetic bodyworking therapy had been originally and still was
female-dominated since the majority still though that was changing
clientele demographic was male that she would be getting bonuses close to
or exceeding her $52K/yr base salary while my billable hours would seldom
if never hit a solid forty-plus a week like Margot's almost always would or
even close, I still had a great job I was learning to love more and more
each day at a great salary with a great boss and a great future, so I tried
to find my happy center as Connie came into my office and saw me staring
off into space.



   "Thanks for helping out..." she began "...I appreciate it...always keep
in mind..." "I know...as long as it's not contraindicated, we can
free-lance as much as we'd like, no problem..." "Very good, Eric...my
protege'."



   Connie took us to the Circus hamburger joint just down past the
Maynard/Chatham stoplight for lunch, after smalltalk revealed that neither
Margot or I had ever tried their milkshakes, which were the best in central
North Carolina.  The burgers and fries were okay if a tiny bit greasy, but
the milkshakes were as delish' as advertised.  As we headed back into our
office-home, Connie asked us if we had any questions or concerns about our
next patients, our last appointment for the day, which was the remainder of
the day, we replying in the negative.



   Our next patients were another one of those sad cases that
simultaneously encourage you to question the existence of God and give you
hope that there is one.  Mary Sue was seven, her sister Molly was nine.  Up
until a year or so past, they had been in a loving, stable, two-parent
home. Then one day, demons of perversion took over the parents, to me there
was no other explanation.  At the initial encouragement of the father and
then the quick collaboration of their mother, they put their sweet, lovely,
innocent daughters into a cycle of bestial abuse, making them have sex with
their two family pets, a male German Shepherd and a male Rottweiller. 
Dr.'s Kim and Carol and a whole bunch of other psychiatrists and mental
health care professionals never could pinpoint exactly why or how this
dramatic to say the least transformation in the dynamic of the family took
place.  Six months into this cycle of sickening abuse, their parents
started making videotapes of them having sex with their family pets, and
then started selling them through the underground.  In less than three
months, they had sold low-to-mid six figures worth of these tapes of beyond
perversion, but that had lead, fortunately for Mary Sue and Molly, to their
parent's downfall.  The short conclusion is that a law enforcement official
stumbled across a tape of them while doing some other undercover work, and
within three weeks, had busted their parents, who were now in jail awaiting
trial on charges too sickening even to think that human beings were capable
of.  The girls had been, of course, immediately taken away and put into
foster care.



   I didn't get good vibes from their foster mom as she brought them into
the foyer.  In fact, the vibes she gave off were downright weird ones.  I
politely asked/told her if she didn't want to go shopping or such at Cary
Towne until five, when their therapy would be through.  She replied tersely
that she didn't have enough money to go shopping.  Connie, glancing at me
hard but picking up on my lead, asked if she couldn't, didn't need to go to
lunch.  I think we all were sensing the weird vibes she was giving off. 
Again, she replied she was too broke.  Finally, I took two twenties out of
my wallet, and just ordered her to make herself scarce until five, when she
could come back for them.



   Mary Sue and Molly were almost twins-like in appearance, though Molly
was several inches taller and a little heavier than her younger sister. 
Both had nearly waist-length medium blond hair, both were long-legged and
flat-chested though Molly did seem to have tiny buds under her braless
teeshirt, and both had the innocent smiles of angels on earth.  Angels who
had been so violated by forced corruption.  Now it was up to us, Margot and
myself, to begin the healing process.



   We lead them to the reception area of Margot's treatment room, bringing
Cokes and some chocolate-chip cookies to them.  While acknowledging us by
glancing at us from time to time and responding to our smalltalk, their
minds seemed very, very far away from the moment.  Asking if they'd like to
do anything before therapy started, they not knowing what kind of therapy
was next, Mary Sue asked if we had any dolls she could play with, that she
had lost her dolls when the County took them away from their parents and
put them in foster care.  The only dolls I knew about were the "Jack Jill"
anatomically correct dolls that were in every treatment room as therapy
aids.  Connie said she'd be right back.  I followed her up to the second
floor, and opening a large, locked closet, had me pull out several large,
heavy boxes of assorted toys from it.  At least Dr.  Nick had used Connie's
time on the payroll well before bringing us on board, having Connie learn
not just his operations and system but every nook and cranny in our new
home and office.  Finding two new identical "Career Woman" Barbie dolls, we
went back downstairs, Connie giving the dolls to them with a "girls,
they're yours to keep", Molly and Mary Sue giving us all hugs in thanks. 
Things, the moment, definitely relaxed.



   Margot asked the girls if they didn't want to go for a swim.  Molly
replied it was too cold outside, and that they didn't have any bathing
suits with them.  We had discussed options and possibilities for treatment
last night, but this wasn't one of them.  Margot was free-lancing, and that
was fine.  I went with it.  Margot replied "well, we've got a large hottub
that's big enough for eight people to splash around in, and we don't need
bathing suits, we're all friends here".



   The large, eight-person soaking tub on the backdeck, one of two hottubs
and also a four-person Jacuzzi, felt good to my bones as I slid into the
water, a naked Margot and girls right behind me.  Almost eight feet or more
across, it was plenty big for them to splash and play in.  Margot slid
close to me, and I began openly feeling her up in front of the girls.  They
both stopped their play long enough to look at us, then laugh at us, then
resume their innocent play.  Back inside, I toweled off Molly and Margot
toweled off Mary Sue, having each towel us dry in return.  Molly rubbed my
slightly rising cock a little more than she should have.  In the name of
beginning their return to normalacy and mental health, a lot, a whole lot
of bridges would have to be crossed with them, starting today.



   Not bothering to get dressed, we took them back to Margot's treatment
room, and began our mutual and shared bonding rituals with them, I with
Molly first and Margot with Mary Sue as they sat next to each other on the
exam table, then per "The Manual", switched.  As Margot had Molly lie down
and proceeded with Stage II of the bonding ritual, I pulled Mary Sue close
next to me as we stood at the foot of the table, both of us joining
Margot's genital massage of Molly, Molly laughing a little bit as her
sister touched her, telling us it was ticklish.



   On the bed, it was, it had to be, Katy-bar-the-door, for any benefit to
come from our "shock (of their new psychic paradigm) therapy".  Placing
them beside each other, I snuggled next to Molly as Margot did with Mary
Sue.  They started to tense up.  I didn't blame them.  "Just relax now,
girls, Molly, Mary Sue, we're here to help you...just relax...everything's
going to be alright...we'll have a lot of fun together, promise...you'll
see..." Margot soothingly cooed to them both as she rubbed Mary Sue's
cuntlips and began a slow frig of her, as I did the same to Molly.



   No time for a therapeutic build-up.  No time for major preliminaries. 
No time for sargeants.  No time for anything but the healing machine turned
up on high.  As I held Molly in my arms and forced my kisses on her as my
middle finger frigged her pussy, it was hard to stay focused, 'was hard to
remember that this innocent young girl had her humanity so forcefully
stripped away by her sick and perverted parents forced animal activities
that she now was in such a precarious place that we didn't have time to do
anything but blow her the fuck back the other way, back towards her own
species, her own kind, her own special place in God's universe.



   "Molly, Dear, open your legs for me more..." I ordered, as Connie stuck
her head in the door, I noticing her but Margot facing away while
concentrating on Mary Sue not, nodding my head for Connie to join us. 
Considering she had been through situations like this and worse a lot more
than we had over the past five years, it was actually a relief to have her
join us.  During and after school, I didn't see the need for Connie to
so-call "mentor" us, but now, in real life, boy, was I glad she was there,
and I know Margot was, too.



   Connie scooted between our two charges', a hand going to each little
girl cunt as she kneeled before them.  Getting Mary Sue to scoot down a
bit, Margot straddled her face, ordering the seven-year-old to lick her
pussy.  "Molly, suck my cock, please..." I spoke as I kneeled upright and
shoved my cock to her waiting mouth.



   Mary Sue held Margot's buttcheeks as best she could as Margot ground her
cunt into her waiting mouth and tongue and face, as Connie now picked up
her frig pace of both of them.  Nodding at me as she stopped, Connie pulled
back and I moved around to lay atop my pre-pubescent patient, Connie
slipping a teeth-opened condom over my hard with it inside her mouth as I
did.  That's a helluva way to take a nine-year-old's virginity, isn't it?
Just crawl on top and shove right in.  It was small comfort to know that
her non-human virginity had already been taken many times before, by her
family "pets" under the threat and control of her sicko parents.  Small
comfort indeed.  At least her vagina had been previously stretched open by
her large dogs and was receptive for my man-cock size.  "Mr.  Eric?..."
"Yes, Molly..." "You can fuck me, go ahead...it's okay...I like it..."



   Inches beside me, Connie was now lapping away at Mary Sue's cunt as
Margot continued her sex-trot-race atop the little girl's face-saddle,
obviously just freeing herself of any inhibitions she might have had
moments before and grinding her cunt so firmly onto Mary Sue's mouth and
face that it's a wonder she didn't break her nose.



   Under me, I slipped my arm around Molly's shoulders as best I could,
pulling her tight to me, kissing her as I also started to just relax more
myself and go with the moment more and feel more comfortable letting our
blanket therapy Rx wash away any feelings of guilt or pride or remorse I
might have had my own moments before.  Molly's right hand slid up, letting
go of my butt as I fucked her on top, and lightly brushed my face as she
smiled with a "Mr.  Eric, you fuck really good!".



   I giggled for a split second drawing the unwanted glances of all others
present, before Margot also broke out in laughter then Mary Sue and Connie
and even Molly did also, after she realized that what she said was a bit
funny.  The first major wall to the girls' recovery had been broken
through. Their forlorn hope was not shot dead in its tracks as it breached
the penetrated walls, but made it through safely okay.  Now there was hope
indeed for their treatment to make a difference and their recovery to
hopefully come about over time.  Breaking from our respective sexual
focuses, we all just joined in a sweet, tender group hug on the bed for a
moment, all exchanging kisses and touches and smiles.  Then, back to
healing.



   I don't know why, but I decided I wanted to fuck Connie.  As I pulled
her around and on top of me, she shot me a silent but curious glance, but
complied with my silent wishes never the less.  Astriding on top but facing
the other way, she leaned back and propped up on her hands as she spread
her legs wide, Margot taking the cue and having the girls both scoot down
and to Connie's exposed and gaping cunt.  Two sweetest little tongues were
felt by bits and parts of my cock in random orders as Mary Sue and her
sister Molly licked Connie's cunt and my cumpole.  Jesus, sweet Jesus.  She
continued her own ride of my cock, enjoying our patients' tonguing of her
cunt all the while, Margot scooting around to join my grope of Connie's
tits while sucking on her nipples.



   Connie had her come, then rolled off of me, the girls pulling back. 
Smiling, I motioned to Mary Sue to join me.  Margot tossing me a condom, I
showed Mary Sue how to open it and had her roll it over me.  That
precocious vagina of hers, which should have been so tight and so small
that you wouldn't have been able to push a liquid-nitrogen-frozen
broomstraw inside it, slid over my member as if she was thirty-seven
instead of seven.  Jesus.  My hands rubbed her flat chest, my fingers
pulling and lightly pinching at what less-than-quarter-sized nipples she
had.  Beside me, Connie was lying flat as Margot ate her out, Molly atop
Connie's face getting her own cunt licked, her face actually looking happy
if a little distant as she easily half-rotated her hips over Connie's
mouth.



   Mary Sue smiled at me as she continued to ride me on top.  Being small
and just seven and not being able to reach my face, I took my forefinger
and middle finger of my right hand, kissed the pads of fingers, then softly
pressed it against Mary Sue's lips, she taking my fingers inside her mouth
and sucking on them like a cock.  God, oh God.  "C'mon, Dear, get off for a
second, and get on your knees, on all fours, we're going to do something
else" I half-ordered half-whispered to her, while the Molly and Connie and
Margot broke their sexembrace to change to another one.



   Shoving a couple of pillows under Mary Sue's butt, my tongue bathed her
anal pucker, as Connie bent over to remove my used condom and keep me
sucked hard.  "That feels really nice, Mr.  Eric, I like this!" my
too-young patient exclaimed.  Smelling a tad like shit, discretion being
the better part of not getting fecal matter on one's tongue, I decided
against anal probing her deeper with my mouth-member.  Oh, I could have
enema'd her, but I wanted to fuck her asshole, not suck it.



   As Connie rolled a fresh condom on me and smeared some KY first on me
and then worked some in Mary Sue's behind, Mary Sue began crying aloud to
the somewhat surprise of us three therapists but not her sister,
"yes...Yes!...YES!...fuck my bottom, Mr.  Eric, I LOVE IT!"



   If a seven-year-old can come like a grown woman, if ANY seven year old
girl can, Mary Sue can, and did.  Within a dozen strokes, her asshole
started pulsating and grasping and releasing my cock as if she was a
trained circus whore.  In the meantime, Margot had slipped around and had
her cunt shoved up under Mary Sue's face, her rising cries of passion being
muffled somewhat within Margot's muff.  Slapping her asscheeks hard with
the open palms of either hand, the desire to do so just coming over, she
responded even more passionately and more vocally, "YES!...oh, Mr.  Eric,
DEEPER!...fuck my bottom deeper!".  Jesus-H-Fucking-Christ.  What the hell.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, another gear inside my professional
bodywork therapeutic emotional maturity engine just kicked in, as I
screamed at my most precious of patients, "take it deep, Mary Sue, my
little whore princess, take this cock all the way fucking deep, take it all
the way, my princess bitch, my seven year old slut, fuck my cock with your
ass like you mean it, dammit!"



   I honestly don't where those words came from, from what place in deep
inside my own passions and my own lusts, but evidently, it must have been
okay still within the bounds of their therapy Rx because Connie while
looking a little surprised at my outburst simply nodded her head "yes" at
me, telling me without telling me that it was okay.



   Arching my back and squeezing my sweetest patient's waist so firmly it
left fingerprints along side the light pink palmprints from the
friendly-passionate ass-slaps from a moment earlier, I could feel Mary Sue
open her anal tunnel even more for me as I came inside my condom inside her
asshole.  My crescendo of therapeutic passion having risen, now fell, as I
collapsed in a slightly shaking heap beside them all.



   The girls joined me as leaned back into the headboard.  Connie sucked my
limping dick a little as her hand found Molly's cunt as Molly lay atop my
right arm, her sister on my left one, Margot gently wiping Mary Sue's
slightly sore bottom with a wet washcloth to remove the KY and light fecal
residue before spreading her legs and giving her some pleasant oral
ministrations.



   It was only just a little after three.  "Want to go get some ice cream?"
Connie asked, the girls all bursting out "yeaaahhhhh!!!", their
passion-spent stupors being broken suddenly by the prospect of some kid-fun
instead of adult-therapy, they popping off of the light and supportive hugs
of my arms and Connie's and Margot's attentions too.  At the Circus
burgershack, we just let them be kids once again, for the while they could
be, for the while they needed to be, playing on the Ronald McDonald-style
playground equipment next to the building, letting them eat all the ice
cream and burgers and shakes and fries they wanted.



   Back at the office, a little more therapy.  Connie had Mary Sue and her
sister Molly both fist her and Margot in turn, to show them the flexibility
of the adult female cunt, like they didn't already know about that.  Then
we three deep-frigged each of them in turn, gauging how large their pelvic
opening was at their respective ages, that, and just giving them some more
bonding and human-focused pleasure they needed.  Margot and Connie had them
do "nursing focuses" on them respectively, having them suck on their
breasts, urging them to do so with the intent of making them (Margot and
Connie) come or close to it, then in turn sucking on their tit-buds,
closing the circle.  Finally, though it was getting close to five and their
foster mom would be back soon to get them, I wanted just one more time with
my shared patients, so I had them sit next to each other on the bed and
kiss each other in a pre-pubescent lesbian love embrace that would have
given the Pope a hard-on, and then slipped my cock between their lips,
fucking their kiss of each other, coming within a minute.



   That night, as we three friends and colleagues of bodyworking lounged
around naked semi-piled on top of one another on my bed, doing whatever the
hell we felt like with each other when we and where we felt like it, a
nightly busman's holiday that was becoming almost a ritual with us, Connie
whispered to us that we had "passed" today, that her "students" were close
to finishing their final exams, that for today's work she would give us
both an "A".  Friendly shoving my pre-cum leaking cock up Connie's rear
while gently tugging on her nipple rings as Margot snuggled to us both, I
asked her sweetly "now, teach', do I get an 'A'+?".





   <b> Chapter 19, Working Vacation, Pt.  1 </b>



   Spring fluided into summer.

   Connie left us, her prot�g�s, at the end of April to finally go off and
marry her rich boyfriend she met while they were patient and therapist, an
ethical no-no if there ever was one but in her defense he waited until
completing therapy before calling her back and asking for their first date.


   For the wedding he flew us all to a private island off Maryland's
Eastern Shore which belonged to his family They had both a Methodist and a
Unitarian-Universalist minister marry them (Connie was a Methodist, he was
a U-U) while everyone was nude including the ministers themselves on the
beach at sunrise as his private yacht waited on the horizon just offshore,
a dinghy waiting to take them to their waiting love-boat and then down to
the Caribbean for their honeymoon cruise.  Damn, it must be nice to be that
rich.  His private Learjet flew us back to Raleigh later that same day,
after a reception that included a Hawaiian-style roast pig in the ground
attended by a totally nude catering crew.  Anyway.

   Anyway, after that our workload and overall client load increased
meritoriously.  Wonderful for Margot's and mine bank accounts, bad for our
overall mental if not physical health.  Dr.  Nick put us both on
twice-a-week therapy sessions with an associate psychologist in his firm,
just so we could have a safe place to vent and download and re-center
ourselves.  Margot and I very seldom had sex with each other at night,
though we always slept snuggled together for security and comfort.

   Finally, Dr.  Nick knew that we both were close to burnout, and directly
intervened.  Calling us into his office, he asked us bluntly if we were
burning out.  "Yes..." we both replied in unison "...damn close to it."

   "What will it take to keep you two happy, to keep you from burning out,
do ya' t'ink?"

   "First..." Margot jumped in "...some more time off...since Connie's been
gone, we've been squeezing patients in too tightly, and neither of us have
had a Saturday off since she left, and we both have been working some
Sunday's too...enough already!"

   He thought for a second, then said "Done".

   "Next..." me taking my turn "...we need a social life...we work and live
together 24 hours a day, and we love each other as friends, but we're not
in love with each other, and probably never will be..." Margot nodding her
head in agreement "...believe it or not, Dr.  Nick, we would like to try to
take some of that time to try to actually have normal dates with normal
people that don't know what we do for a living, nice people whom if we have
sex with it's because we choose to, not because they have problems that
we're being paid to therapeutically intervene for..."

   "Done...what about no appointments past 3 PM on a couple of days per
week, will that work?"

   "Yes, that'll work...and at least one three-day weekend per month, to
make up for all these increasing group therapy sessions you're scheduling
for us at night..."

   "Done, too"

   "And..." Margot stepped on what I was about to say "...we need some
help, bad, Doc...get us some help, now, we have enough extra bookings to
keep at least one other bodyworking therapist busy..."

   "I've already done something about that...I called Dr.  Chaim, and he
said that recruiting for the next bodywork class has been sparse to say the
least, and what ones have been recruited are being sponsored by other
practices of course...:"

   "...look, Dr.  Nick, we don't care...there's bound to be someone you
know or someone in the practice knows who would be a likely candidate, hu,
Doc?"

   "Maybe...maybe..I'll think about it...I know someone, maybe, but I don't
know if she could pass the screening tests..."

   "Will you at least talk to this person?..."

   "Yes...anything else?"

   "Just one thing...Dr.  Chaim and Carol and them promised us that we
would sometimes go offsite to different cities and such to do therapies
with 'special clients', and since we've been working not Eric or myself
have been anywhere, except bound like prisoners to our house..."

   "If I call Dr.  Chaim and ask what he can do about getting some special
offsite clientele, will that do?"

   "Yes, as long as you actually make the call."

   "Done."

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

   Things settled down for a bit after that.  Margot and I both started
answering ads online at Yahoo!  Personals and in the "Independent" (a local
freebie weekly) and actually got some dates.  But none of respective dates
clicked, the clientele workload increased again, and we were back to the
same old grind, with one exception.  Dr.  Nick did manage to snag us some
of those "special clients" that Doc Chaim had told us was a side benefit of
our profession.

   One special clientele was indeed special.  An entire family with no
particular therapeutic modalities needed for no psychological problems at
all.  Just a rich, happy, stable, non-psychoses family with three kids
ranging in age from eight to twelve, living in a mansion just off the LI
Expressway in the little hamlet of Spencer not too far from Roslyn Harbour
where The Institute was located and where we had trained.

   Doc's limo drove us from Macarthur Field to their home.  The limo
strained to make the curves in the winding driveway as it snaked around
from the entrance off McPherson Lane towards the Great Gatsby-style
mansion. Ruby, their young Hispanic housekeeper and governess, greeted us
as Willie The Driver got out personal and professional bags from the trunk.


   David and June Siegfied, the husband and wife, the mother and father of
the family we were here to help yes but more from an anecdotal and show-me
kind of way than a purely therapeutic one, greeted us at the door as Ruby
and Willie drug our bags to our rooms located at the galleryhall atop the
winding staircase.

   In their early thirties or so, he was handsome, Greek looking more than
the German in his name implied, and she was a bit plain if somewhat dark
and mysterious, she definitely Mediterranean in origin.  He kissed Margot
full on the lips, and she didn't mind at all.  This weekend was meant to be
a working vacation for us both, and we both felt very relaxed and at home.
She kissed him full back.  June smiled, and joined in their kiss, turning
to kiss me next as Margot also joined our kiss.  Their calm and relaxed
energy of anticipation was catching.  We all felt at ease.

   Their kids, who were the ostensible objects of this weekend's ultimate
objective, were called down to the foyer by Ruby.  Ellen was eight, and the
perfect specimen of a well-adjusted little girl.  Unlike all the
pre-adolescents that I had encountered in my professional practice, she
didn't have a single hiccup in her past that needed to be treated, no
modality for intervention was called for because she was a happy and
perfectly adjusted eight-year-old.  She and her 10-year-old brother Gary
who was a young clone of his father to the point of eeriness, and her
13-year-old sister Diane, who didn't look a thing like either David or
June, her parents, assembled before us.  They had all been told why we were
there, and being who they were, seemed to expect no less than that.

   The kids had never been sexualized by their parents or anyone else. 
Yet, because David had become friends with Doc Chaim through his work in
real estate to the point where Doc trusted him enough to tell him about the
Polykinetic Bodywork Institute after David had mentioned his father's
problem with premature ejaculation and Doc offered to refer him to one his
therapists, David and June had become convinced after getting to know Doc
that there was nothing wrong with open family sexual relations, as long as
the initial "education" phase was handled by professionals (Margot and
myself, for example) along with themselves.

   Doc for some reason had agreed, explaining to us before we arrived that
this is more common than we might believe, that as long as the family is
extensively pre-screened before hand, that studies over the decades had
proved this was actually healthy for all involved, especially the kids, the
main point of concern always being the ultimate welfare of the children. 
One learns something new everyday, doesn't one?

   A three day weekend of just relaxing and doing a little sex-ed, and
kicking back and having some recreational sex as we wanted and dictated and
ran the show completely, to help a family grow and change into something
better, something larger than what they were before we came into their
lives.  Thanks, Doc.

   Margot and I didn't have a particular agenda in mind.  No hidden
agendas, no timetables, as long as our mission was accomplished at the end
of three days.  Just whatever felt right at the moment, we'd confer first
then go for it.

   "Where's the hottub?" Margot asked.

   "Set up on the rear patio, per your request, Miss..." Ruby chirped in
reply.

   "Call me Margot..."

   "Miss Margot, then" Ruby replied with heavily accented English.

   "Just 'Margot'..."

   "Miss Margot, please ma'am...if you'll follow me."

   "The kids can go for now...let us adults retire to the hottub for a
soak" I chimed.

   After the flight up and the ride in, the burbling and spewing hot water
of the Jacuzzi felt so good as my somewhat tired body slid naked into the
friendly cauldron.  Margot and David and June all shed clothes as well,
Ruby picking them up and leaving to take them inside.

   "No...wait...Ruby...Ruby!..." Margot exclaimed "...Ruby, don't
go!...you're to be an integral part of this weekend and your charges'
future, so please, join us..."

   "Yes, ma'am, thank you."

   Ruby's Iberian-bronzed perfectly shaped 34B's contrasted with June's
larger and somewhat more floppy after three kids 36D's, June's tits
floating atop the water as we all scooted together, David scooting next to
Margot, giving her a friendly feel-up as June smiled at me while playing
with my cock under the bubbling clear foam and I pulled Ruby closer to us.

   "Where are the kids?" asked June of Ruby.

   "In their rooms, doing some of their studies or playing Nintendo, you
can't tell unless you watch them actually, ma'am..."

   "I know..it's okay Ruby...after this weekend, you'll become even more a
part of their lives and David's and my life too...happy about that, Ruby?"

   "Yes, ma'am..." "Yes, JUNE, Ruby...please start calling me June and
David David instead of 'Sir', okay?"

   "Yes ma'am, errrr, sorry, yes June..."

   "Good."

   David and Margot were just relaxing and enjoying themselves as they
kissed and groped each other in the steamy freshwater brine, as I pulled
June and Ruby closer to me, asking them to kiss and touch each other some.
David grinned at us as he watched from two feet away.  Neither June nor
Ruby had ever touched another woman before, and now was the time for that
to change.  Change it did.

   They kissed like old lovers in front of my face, my arms pulling them
closer to each other, next to me, in front of me.  They were no longer
employee and employer.  They were friends and soon to be lovers.

   "Let's retire to our bedroom, 'k?" David half-suggested half-requested.

   Their bed was massive, at least half to twice as large as a standard
king-sized one.

   "We had it made special for us, knowing what our future as a family was
to be, Margot, Eric...like it?"

   One of the kids, Diane, wandered into the room behind us as we piled on
the bed together.  Dressed in a nice outfit, a somewhat tight sundress that
perted out her budding 32B breasts from underneath, she looked shock to see
us all naked at first, but then regained her composure after seemingly
remembering why Margot and I were there.

   "It's okay, honey...can she join us?" June asked.

   "Well, we'd rather wait until tomorrow, if that's okay...Eric?" Margot
responded.

   "Yeah, tomorrow will be better...you don't mind waiting until tomorrow,
do you, Diane?" I finished.

   "No, I don't mind...can Ruby run me over to Missy's house though?...I
need to get my diary I left there last week at her slumber party...can
she?"

   "Well...not right now, okay, Deenie?..." Margot calling her by the pet
name everyone else called her by "...we need Ruby to be with us for
now...is it that important to you?"

   "No, I guess not..." she pouted a little as the five of us began
snuggling up closer together on the bed, David openly groping Margot's cunt
in front of his daughter, she never having seen either of her parents naked
before let alone like this as I similarly felt up her mother and Ruby
"...but maybe tomorrow, or later this weekend, then?"

   "We'll see, Darling, we'll see..." June replied "...now, please go to
your room...Ruby fix ed some cold sandwiches for dinner, they are in the
'fridge...or, you can always order a pizza from Mario's, you have some
money don't you...now, scoot!" she intoned with happy sarcasm at her
daughter, Diane staring firmly at our naked assembled multitude.

   With that, the fascinated and fascinating thirteen-year-old turned with
a slight huff and marched out of the room, an audible spoiled-brat
"haarrummppp!" echoing back at us as she walked away.

   Boy, this was nice.  No expectations of therapeutic results, no
expectations at all placed upon Margot or myself, except just to be
ourselves and help a family grow.  I pulled June and Ruby close to me and
kissed them both, a nice threeway kiss.  They reached for each other's
breasts, knowing what was expected of them more or less, and began their
pleasantly paced grope of each other as my hands found their respective
pussies and my fingers opened their sexes up.

   "Oh, Ruby!..." June exclaimed.

   "Ohhh, ma'am...I mean, June!" Ruby replied, her polite faux pas breaking
the tension of the moment, causing even Margot and David to giggle together
with us as they began their own slow lovemaking beside us, David having
Margot on all fours as he entered her from behind.

   Putting my two lovely students in a proper sixty-nine, I rolled over to
join Margot and Dave.  Margot was on top of him, riding him as she
relaxingly just zoned out some, he playing with her boobs, as I asked him
to let me take his place there, so he could scoot around and fuck Margot's
ass.

   "Uhhhh...hhuuu?" he mumbled with mild disbelief.

   "It's okay, David...really...  I want you to, I need you too...we are
going to do everything to each other anyway before this weekend ends
anyway...I like it...scoot around, get the KY, put on a condom, and fuck my
ass nice and slow..." Margot whispered to him.

   Nudging June and Ruby to join us, June kissed her husband David as Ruby
began feeling up Margot as I slid inside Margot myself, Dave entering
Margot's behind-hole with an ease she didn't expect, his and June's profile
indicating that neither one of them had ass-fucked before.

   He quickly came inside her and rolled off, his member dead for now. 
June and Ruby both looked at me with a light expression of dread as I just
shrugged my shoulders back at them in reply.

   "It's okay, girls, Eric and I do this for a living, we know exactly what
to do...just relax and follow our lead, relax...you'll like it, we
promise."

   Margot "expressed" June's G-spot as I did Ruby's to get them relaxed a
little as they lay prone before us, I sticking my cock in Ruby's mouth
while I did her.  Fetching a strap-on from her "pro bags", our large gym
bags with our initials embroidered on them and the old Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute luggage slash ID tags on them having been brought to the master
bedroom earlier by Ruby, Margot fastened the strap-on around her waist as
we placed June and Ruby side-by-side on the bed, their butts touching as
they knelt rears high and faces down in the pillows as they looked at each
other, as Margot and I began our oral of their respective bumholes.

   Ruby was tight as a drum.  My condom-covered cock simply wouldn't dilate
her asshole at all.  Margot in the meantime was having an easier time with
June, June just grasping the sheets as she got assfucked by my buddy and
professional partner in healing and therapy and now just some busman's
holiday fun.  Switching, Margot did her thing with Ruby, tying her hands
behind her back, lightly whipping her butt with a thin cane also retrieved
from our professional bag, it finally "winking" at her at which point she
finally was able to enter her with her strap-on as I finished my assfuck of
June, Margot letting me take her place to ass-bond with Ruby.

   All throughout this scene which had to be incredibly hot to Dave, he
just lay there next to us and played with his still-half-limp cock.  Time
to change that.

   I scooted to him and began playing with him.  Unexpected to him and
somewhat embarrassed by his own reaction, his cock rose to my touch.

   "It's okay, David...it's okay...it's a natural reaction..."

   "But...but I haven't ever been with another man, Eric..."

   "...and I'm not gay, David, not at all...I am a professional therapeutic
bodyworker, and this is part of my repertoire, so just relax, okay?...you
knew this was coming anyway from the briefing that a member of Doc's staff
gave you, don't you?..."

   "Uh...uh, yes, Eric..they told me..."

   "...and you know it will be a part if a small part of the family bonding
regimen that you'll have to go through with your son, don't you?..."

   "...yes, the counselor explained all that..."

   "...so, Dave, let's just both relax and enjoy it, okay?..."

   "...okay...but don't fuck me in the ass tonight, okay?...if you have to
as part of the initiation, can that wait until tomorrow then?"

   "Sure."

   His member rose hard to my mouth as June and Margot and Ruby watched us
as they group-hugged and groped each other, June and Ruby fascinated by the
first gay male scene they had ever witnessed.  Margot urged June to join my
sucking of her husband, and he got even harder, to the point of nearly
coming.  Slipping a condom on his hard and pushing June and me to kneeling
positions on the bed, Margot had David first enter his wife to finish the
bonding to her that way, then lubricated my ass and put a fresh condom on
him so Dave could ass-fuck me, to show him why he didn't have anything to
fear from being done that way.  Being assfucked was still the least
pleasant part of what I did for a living within my therapeutic modalities,
but I didn't have to do this now, this was all totally Margot's and mine
call, but I didn't mind.  David grabbed my asscheeks as he came inside his
condom-covered cock inside me, as his wife and Margot kissed him and
stroked his body all over and played with his balls.

   The rest of the evening was just pleasant, easy lovemaking.  About
midnight, right on cue, Ruby started her period.  We had needed her to be
on her period for the following day's education session with the kids, but
when she hadn't started that morning per her usual clockwork cycle, June
had called Doc and Doc had found someone within his therapy group who was
menstruating to be on standby just in case we needed this other therapist
to be a stand-in for Ruby.  But now, thankfully, nature took care of that
for us.

   We all rose at six a.m., much earlier than any of us normally opened our
eyes from sleep.  Restful sleep.

   Today was going to be fun for all of us.  In my short career as a
professional bodyworker, I had developed quite a reputation in the
polykinetic community of being one of the premier therapists who worked
with pre-adolescents and adolescents, according to what Dr.  Nick had tole
me.  It was this reason that Doc Chaim had found Margot and me this
assignment.

   Ruby got dressed and went down to fix the kids and us some breakfast. 
Paradigm shift of her status within the Seigfried household or not, having
become a lover to her employers and soon to be to their children or not,
she was still the handmaiden of the house, and had chores to do.

   David and June and Margot and I played around a little in bed, just for
fun.  That's what this weekend was to be about as much as anything, fun. 
Dave kidded June that I gave as good a' head as she did.  June remarked
that maybe I should give her some lessons.

   We joined our faces at her husband's crotch as we stretched awake. 
Margot licking June's pussy, I licked David's rising shaft as I also kissed
June, showing June exactly where her husband's cock was most sensitive,
around the back of the head at his seam and back along his shaft and down
to his balls.  Mimicking my tongue movements on his cock as she spread her
legs for Margot who was eating her from behind, David audibly moaned and
started to come almost immediately, his jism splashing my face as well as
June's.  June licked my face clean as she kissed me, Margot scooting around
to join us.

   "Breakfast is ready!" Ruby chirped from the bedroom door, having dressed
in her proper maid's costume that David and June always made her wear.

   We pleasantly chatted about boating, the stock marker, the weather,
politics, anything but the obvious as we sat around the kitchen table in
our robes.  Hands were stretched across the table to reach for other hands
in gestures of wanting and needing mutual support, but no words about what
was to happen were spoken.

   Soon, the kids wandered in to the dining room, helping themselves to the
fruit and cold cereal and sausage and pancakes that Ruby had made and was
making from scratch for them and us.

   "Is today still the day we learn about sex, Mom, Dad?" Gary asked his
parents as he sat down to his bowl of cornflakes.

   "Yes, it is, Hon', yes it is..." June replied.

   "When, Mom, when?..."

   "Soon, Son, soon...be patient...soon..." she smiling at her dignified
and mature for his age son.

   "Okay...but when?" he somewhat rudely insisted.

   "In about an hour or so...you and your sisters go change into your new
robes after you eat, okay?, and meet us adults in your parents' bedroom at
nine o'clock sharp, okay?" Margot replied.

   " ;k..." Gary replied.

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

   Ellen, the precious 8-year-old, Gary the stud son at age 10, and the
pert and curious 13-year-old Diane all walked into their parents' master
bedroom at nine sharp, per their instructions, arm-in-arm.

   "This is isn't going to hurt, is it, Mommy?" asked Ellen, speaking for
her and her two siblings, their briefing and non-physical sex ed class from
one of Doc's therapists not being as convincing as it should have been
perhaps.

   "No, Baby, it's not going to hurt, it's going to be fun, you'll
see...c'mere, My Stinker...c'mere"

   Mother and daughter hugged for the last time as involuntary innocents.
In a few moments, the entire dynamic of their relationship would change. 
Gary and Diane both rushed to their Mom for a hug and for reassurance,
their Dad also joining in their family grouphug.

   "It will be fine, children...no....more than fine, things will be
different, yes, but so much better after today, after Margot and Eric help
teach you, teach us all about sex, family sex...you'll see...your father
and I love you very, very much or we wouldn't be doing this..."

   "We know, Mom...we know..." Gary replied back as their hug broke up a
bit.

   "Ready to start, kids?" Margot asked.

   "Ready, Miss Margot..." said Ellen for them all.

   "It's just Margot...Margot an' Eric...shall we begin then?"

   Having the kids sit on the edge of their parents' bed like it was some
sort of padded schoolroom benchseat, Margot shed her robe as I began a
show-and-tell of her body.  They had already been through a vanilla sex ed
class so they knew all the proper names of her various body parts as I
demo'd her for them, having her turn around, lean forward and grasp her
knees so they could get a good view of her pussy, etc.  Then, nudging her
forward, we had each of the kids touch her wherever they wanted to, asking
her how this felt or that felt.  Ellen was fascinated by Margot's large
nipples.  Margot leaned forward so eight-year-old Ellen could suck on them,
which broke the ice some.  But we still needed to follow our step-at-a-time
plan, more or less, so things wouldn't overwhelm them and their parents
too.

   Gary asked if he could suck on Margot's nipples too, and she obliged
him. Then, she moved to the bed itself, lying down as she propped up her
legs so the kids could get a better look and feel of her cunt.  Diane
played lazily with Margot's pussy lips, squeezing them and pulling on them
like a tease, like she had done that before, which her profile indicated
that she hadn't, that she was a virgin in every possible way.

   Next, it was my turn.  The girls of course focused in on my cock, but
Gary wouldn't touch it.

   "It's okay, son..." his father told him "...you know what Dr.  Chaim's
sex educator said, that you and I will have to be together some too, Gary,
for this to work out for the whole family...it's not going to make either
you or I a homo, son...go ahead and play with Eric's cock some, see what it
feels like, it's okay, son, it's okay..."

   The ten-year-old slowly masturbated me as I stood before him, then in a
surprise move, gave it a quick lick with his tongue.  On the bed, the girls
and Gary all took turns playing with me some.  Diane even stroked her
finger across my asshole.

   "Now, kids, it's time for us to show you about periods, since every
woman has one, and Gary, whoever you marry will spend one-quarter of your
life together menstruating until she's older, so let's all go to the
bathroom and we'll use Ruby as our live model...everyone remember the
lessons about periods from their sex ed class?...good."

   Ruby somewhat self-consciously dropped her robe in front of her charges,
who she had been friend and governess to for so many years.  Her cheeks
blushed red.  Margot went over and kissed her fully on the lips, whispering
words of courage to her as she nibbled on her ear as she also felt her
breasts some in front of the assembled pediatric multitude, Ruby's padded
panties clearly showing her maxipad bulge for them to see.  Margot pulled
Ruby's panties down as the kids sat in the edge of the bathtub together,
stepping out of them.  She made each of them look at the slightly
blood-stained pad, smell it, then touch it, Gary and Ellen both responding
with an understandable "yeecchhh!", Diane having gotten her period some
months ago not minding too much about doing the drill.

   "It's okay to have a reaction to Ruby's period, kids...we're going to
help you through that, and all other aversions you might have to total
family bonding...but never any pressure, just fun, okay?...a bleeding
vagina really isn't that nasty, is it, Eric?"

   "No, it' s not, Margot..."

   "Why don't you come over and help me show them?"

   As Ruby stood still in front of them, Margot dropped to her knees and
pried Ruby's legs open, her tongue finding her bleeding cunt.  As she then
rose to share the faint taste of essence of Ruby's period with David and
June first, then the kids, the libido of the room rose higher.  "Please
show the kids how you put a tampon in, Ruby, and then we'll head back to
the bedroom."

   Propping one foot up on the commode, Ruby slipped her Tampax in as the
kids watched intently close-up, kneeling at her feet to get a better view
of what she was doing, even Diane who had been using them for some months.

   "Now, kids, we're going to show you how a man and a woman make love..."
I announced.

   Margot joined me on the bed as David and June stayed in the background,
sitting in overstuffed easychairs, the kids joining us on the bed as Margot
and I went through the usual drill of showing them M/F oral, vaginal
penetration, then female anal penetration, which little Ellen was
especially fascinated by.  She wanted to join in right then, but we told
her no, not just yet, in a few minutes.

   Bringing June over next, I took her around to another line-up of her
kids as they sat on the edge of the bed, so they could touch and feel her
up as they wished, then doing the same to Ruby, encouraging them to stick a
finger each up her tampon'd cunt so they could get a slight taste of what
it was really like.

   Then, Margot lead them in a threeway womyn-to-womyn orgy, to show the
kids how women made love.  Next, I presented David down the line-up of his
own kids, encouraging them to all to suck on their father's cock.  Gary
looked a little sick at the thought, so I sat down beside him and showed
him how much fun it was to suck his father off, David's member becoming
more fully erect in my mouth before passing it over to his son.

   Then, David and I did a little scene for them all, and then it was time
for the real fun for Margot and myself to start.

   Taking Diane by the hand, I lead her over to her father, as Margot
nudged Gary and his Mom and Ruby together on the other side of their
massive bed.

   Placing Diane between us, David and I kissed her and touched her all
over, she spreading her legs wide for my and her father's touch.  We just
held her between us as we slowly kissed her face and sucked on her breasts
and my fingers worked their way inside her pussy.  She was as tight as any
thirteen-year-old I had ever had in therapy before.

   Next to us, Margot had wasted little time in getting ten-year-old Gary
up and hard and entering her in the missionary position, she taking his
virginity with soft words of encouragement.  In our practice, all work with
pre-adolescents and adolescents always had a sad side to it, because all
the kids we worked with had been psychically and/or physically injured
through abuse or worse.  Now, with willing and healthy and normal kids and
their parents as partners, it was just fun for us both, Margot and me, just
relaxing fun doing what yes we both enjoyed doing for fun and for our
livelihoods.

   As Gary continued his virginity-removing fuck of Margot, June was down
between Ruby's legs eating her tasty cunt for all she was worth, really
getting into it as they lay beside Margot and Gary.

   In the meanwhile, David was down between his daughter's legs giving her
head as she sucked me as I knelt before her.

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

   As David slid around to give his thirteen-year-old daughter some head,
she sprang up with a "I have to go the bathroom!...now!..I'll be right
back..." and with that Gary and Ellen both also broke from us and followed
their sister out of the room and down the hall before we knew exactly what
was happening.

   Well, having worked with so many kids the past few months in sexually
therapeutic settings, I knew exactly what had happened.  The had simply
been overwhelmed by the moment and gotten scared.  David jumped up to run
after them, but I pulled him back down to the bed with a "...chill,
David...give them a few minutes...they're just scared...let Margot and me
handle it...it'll be okay, we promise."

   Telling the parents to stay in their bedroom, Margot and I enlisted Ruby
to help find them.  She said she knew exactly where to look.  In one of the
bedrooms downstairs off the ground-level gallery, full on old boxes and
furniture and other junk thrown haphazardly into it, Ellen, Gary, and Diane
all sat huddled together naked on an old but still nice couch, Diane's arms
around her younger siblings in a protective mode.

   "Hi guys!..." Margot chirped at them as she and I entered the room and
Ruby made her way back upstairs to wait for us.  No answer.  They didn't
even raise up to look at us.

   "Hi guys..." Margot repeated as she walked over to them, touching
Diane's face and Ellen's chin, both of them not moving to look up at her,
turning their heads away from her.

   I sat down on a chair a few feet across from them as Margot plopped
beside them next to Ellen, putting her arm around them.  I should have been
doing that instead of her, since I was the so-called expert with kids, but
Margot had possession of the moment and was doing fine.

   "Okay...what's the problem?"

   "Nothin'..." Gary replied.

   "There's something wrong...something..." Margie sweeted back "...or you
all wouldn't have run out of the bedroom."

   Dead silence for a moment, then Diane spoke.  "We just changed our
minds, that's all..."

   "Deenie, you and your siblings really can't change your minds now...I'm
sorry...but the 'horse is out of the barn', so to speak, the process of
family sexual integration has begun, you all have sexually touched and been
touched by your parents, it's not like we can wind back the clock and
change that fact now...we have to proceed further forward, we can't go back
and undo the immediate past...sorry, guys...let's go back upstairs, we'll
take it slower some, okay?"

   Dead, totally dead silence for a couple of minutes, then Gary raised his
head, his eyes meeting Margot's as he spoke "...but I don' wanna fuck Ruby,
not now, not with her bleeding and all...that's nasty!...none of us
do...and I don' wanna do anything with Dad, either, that's homo stuff..."

   Getting up from my chair I eased over to them as they sat snuggled
together for security, kneeling down in front of Gary.

   "Gary...handsome image of his father, Gary...within your new family
structure, you'll be able to have consensual sex with your pretty Mom and
pretty governess Ruby and your two equally pretty sisters anytime and any
place you wish, as long as they wish it too...do you know how many
ten-year-old boys would kill for a chance to live in a family like you're
going to have soon?...having a harem of four beautiful women to have sex
with whenever they wish?...damn, boy, Gary, mmmm, mmmm, uhmmm...and as far
as sex with your father, yes, that it more or less kind of required at
least a little during the weekly family get-togethers...as far as periods
being nasty, they're not, they're just part of a woman being a woman, part
of the human condition, and three of the four women in this family you'll
be making love to will be having monthly periods, you know that, and you
and they need to get over any aversions you and they mighte have to
harmless menstrual flow...look, that's why Margot and I are here...to
help....let us help you, and I promise, you'll thank us for it for the rest
of your lives...we really do know what we're doing, Gary...let us help you
and your sisters, and everyone will be much happier and mentally and
physically healthy for it...okay?"

   Gary wouldn't look at me as I held his hand in his lap as I kneeled
before him.  He thought and thought for a while as Margot gently petted
Ellen's flat chest as she sat next to her on the other side of Diane, Gary
being on my side of Diane as she held him close to her.  He squeezed my
hand firmer and firmer as he thought for a few moments, then finally spoke.

   "Okay, Mr.  Eric..." he said as his eyes looked at me with tears
glistening in them "...okay...okay with you, Deenie, El'?..." they nodding
in agreement "...I...we'll go along with you and Marg'...but can we take
things a little slower please, can we do more with you and Margot first
more, before Mom and Dad and Ruby join in?..."

   "Sure.." Margot replied "...look guys, we promise, just go along with
us, and it'll be more fun than a barrel of monkeys, 'k?"

   Their parents David and June were on either side of Ruby gently sucking
on her tits and playing with her pussy on their bed as our humble little
group sauntered back in.  Telling them to get off the bed and for the kids
to get back on, we told the three adults that we were going to play with
the kids some first ourselves while they watched only for a while before
joining in.  Since the plan had been all along for Margot and myself to
take the kids respective virginities so they would empathetically bond to
us initially so we could then transfer stronger feelings that would develop
later over to their parents, this wasn't a big deal.  David told me that he
wished he could be the one to take his daughters' virginities himself, but
he knew from the counseling that Doc had put them through that this wasn't
usually a good idea.

   We had Diane lay down prone between us four, Ellen and me on one side,
Margot and Gary on the other.  Starting a slow non-sexual massage of her
together, Deenie relaxed under our touch, closing her eyes and soaking in
the attention as our hands kneaded her soft and supple thirteen-year-old
flesh.  Next was Gary.  Our touch made his little 3"-4" penis pop up hard
and erect and come all over himself, but no one said a thing.  Margot
licked his firming body clean of the comey mess he had made on himself as
Ellen and Deenie joined her.  Then it was Ellen's turn.  Sweet, precious
little Ellen.  As our hands flatted over her body, she looked at me and
smiled as she asked "...are you going to have sex with me soon, Mr. 
Eric?..."

   "Yes, Ellen, I am, and so is Margot, too, soon..."

   "That's nice..." she whispered as she closed her eyes, enjoying our
group massage of her.  In the corner, her parents and Ruby sat together
crowded onto a settee, David between his two adult women, watching us
intently.

   Looking over at Margot who was kneeling across from me on the other side
of Ellen, we exchanged silent communication, she nodding her head "yes".  I
placed the tip of my semi-hard cock to Ellen's mouth as we slowly broke
away from beside her as Diane scooted over to lightly stroke her sister's
face with the back of her hand, an "it's okay, Sis, Eric's a nice man..."
burping from her lips.

   Ellen sucked my cock with an innocent's attempt.  Margot kissed on her
lips, told her to open her eyes, and pulled her up so she could show her
how to suck a cock properly.  Her tiny mouth strained to open wide enough
for me and she almost gagged as I pulled back, Margot instructing her to
nibble at the tip of it only if it was too big.

   Next, Diane took her turn sucking me, and then yes even Gary, though I
didn't make him do it too long.  Still, he had to learn how to do it per
Doc's paradigmamtic instructions, so Margot worked with him too helping him
get over his aversion some, sucking him off while he did me.

   The three adults had slid the settee closer to us in the meantime,
David's erection visible, June and Ruby's hands on each other's cunts.

   Breaking apart a little to change positions, Margot flopped down on the
bed and propped up her legs so the kids could take turns giving her head.
They seemed a little unsure of what to do, so instead we had each of them
lie down in turn on the bed, as first Margot and then I sucked each one in
turn.  Little Ellen had a perfect, hairless slit.  Not like I hadn't seen a
bunch of similar ones before in my bodyworking practice so far and used
their presence on my clients to enable polykinetic therapies, but Ellen's
was, Ellen was, different, we were all here for education and just plain
fun.  I ran my tongue around the bud of her anus for the sheer pleasure of
it as she squealed with obvious delight to my ministrations.

   Then it was their turn cunnilinging Margot.  Joining each one in turn, I
showed them just how to properly suck on her adult clit, lick and chew on
her lips, lick her anal opening, push their tongue inside her pussy, etc.
As Diane joined me, we kissed, she whispering that she was ready to have
her virginity taken anytime I and Margot were ready.

   Urging the parents and Ruby to join us on the bed, we did another round
again, almost like an instructional class at Doc's Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute, a "round robin" of touching and being touched, sucking and being
sucked, until everyone had been with everyone else.

   When it came to suck Ruby's cunt, the kids did protest a little, but we
left her tampon for the first go 'round so they wouldn't blanche too badly
over having to taste it, and after that things were cool, they didn't mind
the second time around after Margot pulled her plug and sucked on it a
little, much to polite howls of "gross!" and "yuccchhh!" from them all
except Diane, who took Ruby's soiled plug from Margot's hand and sucked on
it like it was a cotton cock, Margot feeling her up as she did in a very
erotic scene even for us.

   The antique English tallcase clock in the corner read "11:17".  All of
us were in a polite pile in the middle to the sides of David and June's
custom made massive bed, easy hands and mouths seeking where they felt like
going.  Eight-year-old Ellen was being assfrigged by Margot, as Margot
frigged Ellen's mother June.  Gary was fucking Ruby's bloody cunt that he
had protested so much about having to deal with, an old pillow under Ruby's
butt catching the flow which ran down her pudenda.  Ellen was sucking me
along with Diane who had joined her, and David was fucking June from the
side.  Nice.  Easy.  Diane looked up with a look that said "it's time".

   Breaking up our friendly pile, Diane scooted flat as I joined her atop
of her, putting my weight on her a little so she'd get used to it before
actually penetrating her.  Her mother June joined us to one side, as did
her father David on the other, he putting his cock to her mouth for her to
suck, as June twisted around to join Margot who had positioned herself
between Diane and me to help.

   Diane's pert breasts stood up firm under my weight, actually feeling
nice next to my hairless from the bodyspray chest.  She smiled at me and
kissed me passionately as Margot frigged her from beside us and her mother
tonguebathed us both as well pushing her head from up under our legs.  I
cupped her perfect budding thirteen-year-old breasts in my hands as our
kiss continued.  She giggled at my tongue in her mouth, and for some reason
I felt my cock get even harder.  For the first time really since I had
become a professional bodyworker, I felt passion, actual passion, I felt
genuinely sexual, genuine sexuality.

   It might not make any sense that in a job that involves direct sexual
contact with patients that you wouldn't feel sexual, but you don't.  The
focus is always on their therapeutic needs, not yours.  Even though within
the bodyworking modalities you're permitted to just let go and more or less
do whatever you like with a patient as long as their Rx doesn't prohibit
it, if it wasn't that way you'd eventually go insane, that's not the same,
it's still part of their therapy in the end.

   But this was different, very different.  Diane actually wanted me to
fuck her, just because she wanted to!  And why not.

   A wave of something hit the room just then.  Hard to describe, but it
was like reality actually shifted a degree or two.  Margot then guided my
cock to the entrance of Diane's vagina, and with a series of easy,
progressive pushes, I took her virginity.  Yes, even though she had been
frigged open somewhat by Margot and her mother, she was still soooo tight,
her vaginal barrel protesting my cock's entrance into it, as she grabbed my
hips and pulled me tighter into her, she thrusting her legs straight up.  I
laughed.  She laughed.  Her Mom and Dad who were naked and rubbing their
hands all over their daughter's virgin body as I fucked her laughed. 
Margot and Gary and Ellen and Ruby laughed too.  What was funny still was a
mystery, but whatever it was, was funny.

   After I came, letting Deenie feel what a cock going limp inside her
feels like, knowing my member would spring right back up thanks to the
months' long effects of the MascuStat male birth control pills I had to
take, I stayed on top of her and we just held each other for a moment while
her Mom and Dad and siblings all kissed her on the lips.  Rolling off of
her, a trace of virgin blood had indeed stained the sheets, and her pussy
was pink with her shattered virginity.  Doing another go 'round, everyone
kissed her now non-innocent pussy, tasting the essence of her new-found
feminity.

   After that, things stayed relaxed.

   "Eric..."

   "Yes, Gary..."

   "Wanna go ahead and show me what to do with Dad?"...he asked as we
purred contentedly atop the bed.

   "Sure..."

   David, melded over away the pile as his handsome ten-year-old son Gary
and I did also, the girls easing down to the edge of the bed.  Gary's cock
and balls was still bloody from his fuck of Ruby just moments before. 
Having him stand up before his Dad and me, I began licking him clean, David
eventually taking the hint and joining in our double-suck of his son. 
Gary's little four-inch member stood proud in our mouths.  I patted the bed
beside me and he jumped back on with us.

   "You and your Dad will probably do mostly oral and mutually masturbate
each other, Gary..." I began.

   "Uh-hu..." he replied as David played with his cock some more, pulling
at it easy as we three sat close together at the foot of the bed.

   "But it's also important to know anal pleasure with each other,
especially since you'll be assfucking your Mom and sisters and Ruby now..."

   "I will !?!..." he excitedly replied back.

   "...yes, as long as that's okay with them when you ask, sure...and
assfucking's as much fun for a man or boy as 'regular' fucking, isn't it,
David?"

   "Well, until last night and today, I had never assfucked anyone to be
honest with you, Eric..."

   "....anyway, Gary, we'll do this together, it'll be fun, and then after
this time it'll be up to and your Dad if you want to do it any
more...o-kay?"

   "Okay, Mr.  Eric..."

   To his surprise, I pulled David over and to his knees first.  "C'mon,
Dad, you first...Gary, you watch and help..."

   Margot slid over to us with some condoms and gloves and KY.  Gary helped
roll a condom on me as Margot played with his member to keep him hard. 
While not particulary fond of doing this to David, he was just an ordinary
if somewhat handsome looking man, this was for the unity of purpose of
their new family paradigm.

   My gloved fingers greased his bumhole as he knelt on all fours before
me, and I lazily fucked his tail for a while.  As I did, Margot showed Gary
how to lubricate my asshole with his gloved hand, and helped him stick his
fingercot-covered penis inside mine, doing a "train".  Gary's little cock
actually felt somewhat pleasant inside me...I guess all the desensitization
to sex of all kinds in general from being a bodyworker had helped me get
over my fear of male-to-male contact, at least with my usual adolescent and
pre-adolescent clientele.

   "You're right, Mr.  Eric, this feels good!..." he exclaimed as he
somewhat eagerly poked me in time to my thrusts of his father.

   My hand gently brushing him back and breaking contact the three of us
had, Ruby now with pad and panties covering her crotch washed Master Gary
off some, and helped him put on a fresh condom.  As his son fucked him in
the ass for the first and probably last time, I gently milked David's
member as Ruby kissed him as he knelt before his son.

   "Jezzz, Dad, your hineyhole is even tighter than Eric's!" he spouted as
his member did the same inside his latex-cover which was inside his father.

   Spent, we just lay there for a moment, as Ruby and Marge and then June
and the girls all scooted towards us.

   "Your turn, Gary..." I whispered.

   So he wouldn't be as scared, I had him lay on his back with his butt on
top of a pillow.  Slicking his hole with some KY, Margot kissed and sucked
his precious pucker as she did so for me, playing with my erect member
which was parked a fraction of an inch away from its virgin target, covered
me with a condom, and then helped guide it inside of my young prot�g� as
his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slightly moaned, his
tightness easing slightly as I worked the first bit of my cockhead inside
him, then a little more, then a little more, then a little more still,
until I was halfway inside him, when I felt him start to become way too
tense so I didn't dare go any deeper, telling David this was how deep he
should penetrate his son and no deeper.  Gary just moaned with rising
ten-year-old passion as his sisters Diane and Ellen kissed him and his
mother sucked his cock from the side as my assfuck of him continued.

   Feeling his body rise and fall more as he approached his orgasm, I
nodded to David who then took my place inside his son, forcing the pace a
bit but being careful not to go too deep and hurt him, the pace picking up
as their eyes meet and June helped suck to a huge orgasm, Gary spewing his
pre-adolescent come in his mother's mouth while his father had his own
orgasm inside his son's ass.

   I still had to take Diane's ass virginity and do Ellen as well, but that
could wait a while.  It was after one p.m.  and my stomach audibly growled,
June and Ruby noticing as their heads used my stomach as a pillow as this
happy and content family and Margot and I peacefully dozed in a morass of
bodies on David and June's new family bed.

   "Ruby?..." I politely asked "...would you mind going and fixing some
lunch for us?..thanks!..." I husked to her, passion having hoarsened my
breath.

   "Sure..Eric...c'mon everyone, down to the kitchen, it's serve-your-self
today!" she beamed to her new creation she had become part of.



   <b> Chapter 20, Working Vacation, Pt.  2 </b>





   So he wouldn't be as scared, I had him lay on his back with his butt on
top of a pillow.  Slicking his hole with some KY, Margot kissed and sucked
his precious pucker as she did so for me, playing with my erect member
which was parked a fraction of an inch away from its virgin target, covered
me with a condom, and then helped guide it inside of my young prot�g� as
his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slightly moaned, his
tightness easing slightly as I worked the first bit of my cockhead inside
him, then a little more, then a little more, then a little more still,
until I was halfway inside him, when I felt him start to become way too
tense so I didn't dare go any deeper, telling David this was how deep he
should penetrate his son and no deeper.  Gary just moaned with rising
ten-year-old passion as his sisters Diane and Ellen kissed him and his
mother sucked his cock from the side as my assfuck of him continued.

   Feeling his body rise and fall more as he approached his orgasm, I
nodded to David who then took my place inside his son, forcing the pace a
bit but being careful not to go too deep and hurt him, the pace picking up
as their eyes meet and June helped suck to a huge orgasm, Gary spewing his
pre-adolescent come in his mother's mouth while his father had his own
orgasm inside his son's ass.

   I still had to take Diane's ass virginity and do Ellen as well, but that
could wait a while.  It was after one p.m.  and my stomach audibly growled,
June and Ruby noticing as their heads used my stomach as a pillow as this
happy and content family and Margot and I peacefully dozed in a morass of
bodies on David and June's new family bed.

   "Ruby?..." I politely asked "...would you mind going and fixing some
lunch for us?..thanks!..." I husked to her, passion having hoarsened my
breath.

   "Sure..Eric...c'mon everyone, down to the kitchen, it's serve-your-self
today!" she beamed to her new creation she had become part of.

   We all raided the refrigerator, starved.  Needed to replenish fluids and
calories and hormones.  June called Mario's Pizza for delivery and ordered
five or sex, errrr, six pizzas in different combinations and a four-foot
submarine sandwich.  What had been a sex education orgy was now turning
into a food one.

   Scarfing down some old roast beef from a couple of nights ago and some
old potato salad and leftover poached salmon as well as what cold cuts were
in the fridge, the pizzas and sub arrived about twenty minutes later, June
answering the door in her robe as we all were and giving the driver a
hundred for the eighty dollar order.

   Everyone seemed to separate a little, sitting in the living room, the
sun room, June and David wandering out to the hottub on the patio, Gary
sitting in front of the wide-screen TV in the entertainment room playing
Nintendo as he ate at his pizza slices, Ellen sitting at the table with
Margot and me, Diane and Ruby off who knew where.  Quiet, yes, but smiley
quiet.  A gentle healing energy filled the house.  Margot and I went out to
the hottub and joined David and June.

   "Well, whad'ya think, David, June?" I asked.

   Silence for a moment, then "...mmmmm...I think it's better than I
thought it was going to be..." replied June.

   "Really?" Margot chirped.

   "Yes, really...I honestly did not know that sex like this existed, that
a family could be like this and still maintain as a family..."

   "It's actually even more a' family now that it was twenty-four hours
ago, June..."

   "I know...I know...and that's what so strange, but a nice kind of
strange...the...the..."

   "...energy's different?..."

   "...exactly!...we seem to be...be..."

   "...healed as a family now?..." Margot finishing June's sentence.

   "...precisely, Margot, precisely, thank you...can I ask you
something?..."

   "...sure, anything..."

   "...do you really enjoy your work?...I know this is supposed to be a
working vacation for you both, but I know it's also work, we are paying Dr.
Chaim several thousand dollars for your services this weekend after
all...doesn't having sex alllll the time get old for you?..."

   "Welll..." I interjected "...if we got paid to have sex all the time,
like a prostitute for example, yes, that would get very old very
quickly..."

   "I didn't mean to imply you and Margot were prostitutes, Eric..."

   "...I know, and no offense taken, June-y, but to answer your
question..."

   Keeping the space, holding a long pause for a full moment as I pretended
deep thought "...we don't have sex for our livelihoods, instead what we
do...June...is to heal the sick and injured, just like any other medical
professional, just like any other member of a healing arts fraternity...our
methods and modalities are just a little on the fringe of cutting edge
interventionist dynamics, that's all...in twenty years, polykinetic
bodywork activity will become as commonplace and accepted as any other
sub-branch of standard psychological and psychiatric treatment..." my voice
trailing off into the burbling happiness of the hottub bubbles as June and
David snuggled closer to us.

   "I understand, Eric...thank you...but this isn't really work for you and
Marg-ie, is it, not this weekend?..."

   "Kinda, kinda not..." Margot sighed as the warmth of the water soaked
her muscles and soul "...since there's no Rx we have to follow or not, you
and your kids don't have any problems for us to try to help, we're here
just to show you all the ropes and help you be the kind of family you want
to be...and yes, to answer your unspoken question, Eric and I will have
some fun just for ourselves too, lots of it actually, after we finish the
kids' initiations...as you and David and Ruby and they will, too.."

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

   We four rounded up the siblings and Ruby as we headed back upstairs to
finish out the required "formalities".

   First, finishing up business with Diane.  All she needed was her ass
virginity taken, and she would be through with her lessons.  Margot and she
69'd, Diane on top of her to present her ass to me.  Lubricating her ass
well, my cock slid surprisingly easy inside her butthole, she taking my
length fully after only a few minutes.  Her mother, June, took Margot's
place from underneath, and mother and daughter just relaxed and made soft,
sweet love to each other as David and Gary and Ruby just added hands all
over to the sensual mix of what was happening.

   Nodding my head to one side, David, her father, scooted over and took my
place as Gary helped his Dad roll a condom on his member.  David and Deenie
and June just went somewhere else, David's face showing the obvious delight
and total passion of the moment he was feeling as he assfucked his daughter
while she sixty-nined her Mom.  Coming, he pulled out as Diane and June
didn't break contact, still going at it as the rest of us scooted to the
other side of the double/-triple-sized-beyond-king-sized bed.

   Now it was Ellen's turn to lose her innocences, and she was eager as
could be.

   "Are you going to fuck me now, Eric?" she asked with angelic voice.

   "Yes, Ellen, in a few moments...then Gary, then your Daddy too...is that
okay?"
"Sure!..:"

   "Then c'mere, be close to us..."

   Margot and I held the sweet little eight-year-old between us, kissing
her, playing with her undeveloped sex, sucking on her nipples on her flat
chest.  At least in the course of my practice I had been with enough
pre-adolescents to be able to quickly assess their physical as well as
emotional limitations, being able to tell how well-developed their vaginas
were from a purely capacitive point-of-view, for example.

   Her vagina opened up reasonably well to my and Margot's probings, but
she definitely was not developed enough to take my or her Dad's cock all
the way.  Still, she needed initiation that way.  Her anus on the other
hand, opened up well enough to take my ring finger, so I knew she could
take my and her father's cocks at least partially, as her brother Gary had
done earlier that morning.

   June and Diane finishing their sixty-nine scooted over to us.  As her
mother held one leg high in the air and her sister held the other,
wishboning Ellen wide for me but not hurting the little girl, looking in
her eyes, not letting her break eye contact with me, I slid my cock as
easily as I could inside her thin and undeveloped labia opening, the extra
Probe lube and KY helping what they could.  Getting the head but not much
more in, I just let my cock just pulse for a second, letting little Ellen
feel my cock expand and contract, expand and contract.

   "Eric!...Mr.  Eric!...that feels sssoooo good!" she exclaimed as her
juvenile vagina opened up a bit more for me.  Another few gentle pushes,
and my cock slid halfway inside her.  Her mother slid up to her and kissed
her deeply, passionately, with a "...my little girl is a woman now.." being
whispered to her.

   David couldn't wait any longer.  He touched my shoulder, and I let him
take my place.  A few pumps, and he came buckets inside his little girl,
falling to her as she lay under him, they kissing like lovers instead of
father and daughter.

   Margot and I let them rest for a few moments quietly, we going to the
bathroom for privacy to talk a little about what we individually and as a
couple would like to do for the rest of the weekend with whom and how and
where.  Coming back in, David was already assfucking Ellen as she kneeled
before her Mom's open pussy, eating her as her Dad took her anal virginity,
his doing so being a violation of our agreed-upon protocol, but at that
point who cared.

   All spent, all laid out like fleshy cordwood on the bed, snuggling like
some poor family in the West Virginian hillcountry trying to keep warm on a
cold winter's night instead of the rich family on Long Island who had just
been initiated into a special way of being a family that they were. 
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

   Margot and I scooted off the bed first, heading back down to the dining
room in our fine new robes to snitch some more pizza and for me to get a
beer.

   Swigging my Michelob Light down as the pepperoni and sausage pizza
followed it, Margie and I played footsies with each other from under the
table as we smiled and snickered at each other and ate silently together. I
lived with this woman twenty-four hours a day seven days a week, had sex
with her as part of our professional practice at least twenty to forty
times per week, breathed the same air she did, eat the same pussies and
cocks she did, heal the same patients she did, fuck and be fucked by the
same patients we shared, I knew every square inch of body and every synapse
of her mind from my months' long partnership with her, her every move and
mood, could tell when she was getting ready to start her period to within
hours from the smell of her pre-cycle secretions, had seen her piss and
shit and do everything possible two humans being could do together and then
some, and still, still I enjoyed her company in quiet moments like these.
It was then that I felt the first twinges of the realization that I might,
might be possibly falling in love with her.  Nah.  It would be like falling
in love with my sister I didn't have.  Too weird even for me.

   We both wanted to recreationally play with the kids more than the
adults, and couldn't decide who got who first.

   "I want Ellen first..." Margot scolded.

   "Well, you can't have her first..." I playfully shot back "...I need to
get her pussy stretched out some for her Dad..."

   "...that's your excuse?..." she slygrinned back to me.

   "...it's a reason, Marg-gee, a reason...not an excuse..."

   "...okay, okay..." she laughed back at me "...but then I get dibs on
Diane..."

   "...fine...you gonna do Gary first, though..."

   "...uh-hu...he's a fine young man...you goin'ta' do more with Gary
yourself?..."

   "...I dunno...I might...I won't screw with David anymore, not gayshit
wise at least...but Gary...maybe...we'll see..."

   "...Eric Woods, I do think you might be becoming bi..."

   "...oh, you Margie you, c'mere..."

   We leaned over and kissed each other with a very real passion, our
tongues wrestling some.

   "By the way, Miss Margot, I am NOT bi..."

   "I know, Hon', I was just picking..."



   I found Ellen with her Mom in a reasonably proficient sixty-nine in one
of the guest bedrooms off the main upstairs hallway.  In the bedroom next
to it was David and Diane going at it.  Margot staying with them for a
while, I located Ruby and Gary in the master bedroom also otherwise
engaged, Gary' s little ten-year-old fist deep inside his governess'
bleeding pussy, working her for all she was worth.  Joining them on the
bed, I just watched for a while, didn't do anything but watch and smile as
they continued, not breaking stride on account of my presence.

   "You were right, Mr.  Eric, this sure is a lot of fun!.."

   "Uh-hu...  told you didn't I?..." speaking a little down to his level
from respect "...it's all a lot of fun, isn't it, Gary?..."

   "...uh-hu...wanna play some after a while?..."

   "...sure, if you'd like..."

   "...what would you like for us to do, Mr.  Eric?..."

   "....I dunno...whatever you'd like to do...all the initiations are out
of the way, so now it's just fun time for all of us..."

   Gary was driving Ruby to her orgasm.  His little fist was just covered
in her menstrual discharge, his hand and wrist bright red with her flow.

   "Pinch my nipples, Master Gary, pinch your slave's nipples!" she shouted
at a very surprised Gary, he stopping for a second before continuing. 
Damn, that hadn't shown up in her psychological profile.  She was a
submissive, and Doc Krew somehow had missed it.  Scooting over, I grabbed
her nipples and twisted and pulled as hard as I could, pushing Gary's small
hands out of the way.  Ruby went into masochistic ecstasy.

   "How submissive are you, slave?..." I commanded to her as passions rose.

   "Very submissive, Master Eric..."

   "...would you like for Master Gary and I to dominate you some then?..."

   "YESSSS!!!" she yelled back in our faces.

   Pulling Gary away from the bed, I let him fish through my "pro bag" with
me, getting some BDSM stuff out.  He looked at the cuffs and riding crop
and flogger and nipple clamps and clothespins and needles and such that was
part-and-parcel of the tools of my trade.

   "Mr.  Eric, I don't like this stuff...do I have to use it on Ruby?..."

   "Of course not, Eric...not if you don't want to..."

   "...I don't want to...is that okay?..."

   "Sure..."

   "You sure it's okay?..." he insisted.

   "...yes, Gary, it's okay...your new life is about new fun and a new way
of being a family...no one ever has to do anything they aren't a hundred
percent comfortable with...so, if you don't want to play master with Ruby,
you don't have to, even though she asked you to...you can always say 'no',
Gary...understand?"

   "...uh-hu...can you and me play some Eric?..."

   "...sure, what, how do you wan to play?..."

   "...'come to my room?..."

   "...sure..."

   His room was downstairs and near the garage entrance.  Dark with wood
paneling, it held a bunk bed and model airplanes and model cars and a
bikini model poster of Pamela Anderson on the wall and a desk where his
school books lay and an old trunk to one side of the room, a typical room
for a typical 10-year-old.

   "Wanna see my Playboy and Penthouse collection, Mr.  Eric?.."

   "Sure, Gary, let's see them."

   I couldn't help but laugh a small laugh, which he noticed but didn't
know why I was.  Here he was, a ten-year-old in a house full of women he
could now have sex with to his heart's desire, and he wanted me to see his
girlie magazine collection.  I felt relief.  It was nice being around a
normal boy with no problems at all, instead of a therapy patient.

   We sat naked on the bed together as he flipped through the pages for us,
our hard-ons sticking up.  Natural.  We played easy with each other's cocks
as the two-dimensional women flipped page over page by us.  His little
four-inch member felt nice in my hand, his hand on my cock felt friendly.

   Closing the last magazine, he looked up at me and asked "can we six-nine
some, please?"

   The lower bunkbed was small.  I suggested we find another bed somewhere
in this mansion of a house, but he wanted to stay right there, so we
stayed. My knee pressing against the wall as was my back, Gary's
finger-sized cock felt so nicely wonderful in my mouth as he sucked mine in
return.  For the first time in my entire life, I was sucking a cock because
I wanted to, not because I had to as part of a therapy regimen.  Working my
finger up his ass made him squirm with polite delight, he doing mine in
return.  I sucked his tiny ballsack, working them like they were the family
jewels, which they were.

   "That feels gggooddd, Eric...please do that some more..."

   My tongue worked its trained magic up and down his shaft and to his
balls and back.  Then, Ellen came in with a "hi...that's nice...may I join,
please?"

   I licked a spot of blood from her cheek where she must have been with
Ruby just moments earlier as she crawled into the too-tiny bunkbed with us.

   "Let's go to my room...my bed's bigger.."

   Little Ellen's room was pink and girlish and full of dolls and full of
life.  Gary and she and I crawled into her bed and under the covers for
some reason.  Lying between them, my young lovers played with my cock as
they giggled under the covers, making a tent from them to play under as
they played with and petted each other and me.  Fun.  Perfect fun.

   I couldn't wait any longer.  "Ellen..."

   "Yes?..."

   "...c'mere, let's make love, Little One.."

   I stroked her hair and kissed her as a woman.  Gary sucking my cock and
fiddling with his sister's middle, she just moaned at me.  If this was my
vacation, so be it, great.

   Propping up the pillows to raise her ass as high as possible, I just
went for it, driving my cock as deep as it could possibly be pushed inside
her still-undeveloped cunny.  She screamed.  Her parents, Dave and June,
came running from another room.

   "It's okay, Mom, Dad...I'm fine..." she half-whimpered.

   Wrapping my arms around her, they joined us on her bed, her mother
kissing her as I continued my fuck of her precious daughter.  David and
Gary started playing with each other as they sat next to each other, David
standing up so his son could suck him off some.  Ellen in the meantime
began crying aloud as my fuck of her increased in speed and intensity. 
June looked pensive at me, but I smiled silently back, and she moved around
and opened her legs so her precious child could eat her out.

   "Fuck her, Eric!!!...fuck her!!!!" June proclaimed with volume as Ellen
buried her face as deep as she could in her mother's crotch.

   I did.  I did indeed fuck this beautiful specimen of woman-child.  Not
because I had to as part of some therapy.  No.  I was fucking her because
"I" wanted to and because my childpartner wanted me to, too.

   I couldn't take much more.  Grabbing her by her waist, I thrust forward
as hard and furious as I could, fucking her like a twenty-eight year-old
instead of an eight-year-old, and just came buckets insider her.  June
responding to my and her daughter's moans of passion also came, as Gary
also speed up his fuck of his father's ass, Gary and Dad now on the floor
beside our bed, David on all fours taking his son without lube and without
a condom on his cock.

   Collapsing to the bed beside Ellen and June, I just about passed out. 
My first "real" fuck since I had gone through Doc's PKI course and become a
professional bodyworker.  Healed.  Restored.

   A few moments later, Margot and Diane stuck their collective heads in
the doorway, seeing us on the bed snoozing and Dave and Gary propped up
against the side of the bed in each other's arms, hugging like Dad and Son
as much or more than now-lovers too.

   A finger firmly up each other's cunts as they stood a few feet away from
us just taking in our serenity, Diane smirked "my, what has gone on here?"
ending with a giggle.

   "Wouldn't you like to know?..." June replied.

   "Yes, Mom, I would..."

   "...then come give me some head first and I'll tell you afterwards..."
she replied as all of us burst into snickers and giggles.  Happy.

   The rest of the weekend was just pure, relaxing, unadulterated fun for
all of us.  No inhibitions, no agendas, no problems, just fun.  I did do a
BDSM scene with Ruby the next day, doing another show-and-tell for all
except Gary who was bothered by the idea so it was okay that he didn't
participate.

   It hurt, it really did hurt, when Margie and I had to actually get
dressed and leave to come back home.  They gave us their phone number, we
gave them our home/office one in Cary, telling them that we would have to
check with Doc Chaim and Dr.  Nick to make sure there wasn't any ethical or
financial protocol breaks if they saw us as friends sometime, they begging
us to please do so.

   Our round-robin good-bye kisses almost turned into another group orgy,
but Willie The Driver had packed our bags in the trunk of Doc's limo and we
needed to go.

   On the flight back, Margot and I just held hands as we sat next to each
other in our too-small seats, bonded even more by our mutual respect and
friendship for each other after the healing and nurturing events of helping
the Seigfried family.





   <b> Chapter 21, Making A Left Turn At The Crossroads Of Life </b>



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

   January, 1999



   Thirty days from my two-year anniversary of being recruited into the
profession I've come to love so deeply and passionately, that of being a
trained polykinetic bodyworker, and my - my - m -y -y -y how things have
changed since that fateful day that Dr.  Carol Stein of Wake Family Therapy
Inc.  became a therapeutic massage patient of mine for a sports injury of
hers when I used to work at the old Raleigh Sports Injury Clinic, when in
an offhand manner she asked for a pudendal massage and reluctantly I
obliged then next thing you know I'm recruited to go a training class at
the Polykinetic Bodywork Institute up in Roslyn Harbour New York and then
am immediately thrown to the wolves as soon as I get back home where I was
immediately "sold" to another therapy practice group (in hindsight, that
was the best thing that could have happened to me) and immediately went to
work as a full-time professional bodyworker along with my compatriot and
fellow classmate Margot K.  Knight with little or no apprenticeship or
mentorship as such, gasp, gasp, gasp what a fucking whirlwind my life was
back then.

   Now, bumping two years of building my/Dr.  Nick's bodyworking therapy
practice which is used in conjunction and with referrals from his
talking-therapy and drug-therapy standard psychiatric practice group, I am
really in the proverbial catbird's seat.  My billable hours are usually
fifty to fifty-five per week, and more than ever I get to pick and choose
which specific patients from the entire pool of those generated in-house
and also those brought to us from other practices that don't have
bodyworkers on staff that I wish to work with, assign to another one of the
three bodyworkers that I'm now supervising, or refer back out as being
probably not a suitable candidate for treatment though the latter has only
happened once or twice in the past two years, I and everyone else trusting
Dr.  Nick's initial diagnoses pretty uniformly.

   Besides the three bodyworkers who I'm supervisor of, Brenda who is a
late 20's brunette and former medical school student, Carolyn who is a
bleached-blond in her early 30's and a former medical claims coder, and
Emily a blond bombshell also in her late 20's with perfectly huge 38D
breasts and former Hooters girl who used to be Dr.  Nick's long-time
receptionist before I made my pitch to Dr.  Nick that she would have the
potential to be a great bodyworker for a lot of our older male clients and
after some prodding agreed to pay for her training, I also have two
assistants that work only with me, the first being Alexa who is an early
20's raven-haired beauty with an MS in cell biology from CalTech who was
recruited by one of Dr.  Chaim's "scouts" a former bodyworker herself who
was one of Alexa's professors, and DeeDee or DD standing for Donna Diana
who is a 9-year-old full-time patient essentially whose mother was a crack
whore and had her working as a prostitute to help support her habit for a
year or more before DD's grandmother who happened to be rich and have some
pull finally got her out of that mess and she, DD, wound up in one of Dr.
Chaim's affiliate practices in the Washington D.C.  area and two months ago
was assigned to me full-time as a patient and "therapy model" where she is
used selectively and prescriptively to help others with their healing
process as she herself is healed each time a little more herself.  There's
also Kelly, an Australian private tutor who works with DD during the day in
a homeschool setting, giving her a minimum of six instructional hours per
day but doing so in a flexible manner where DeeDee can help myself and
Alexa with certain patients.

   Alexa has been with me right at a year now.  She took Margot's place
when Margot was recruited to go set up a new bodywork practice for a group
of psychiatrists in the Dallas area who specialized much like Dr.  Nick
does in treatment of adolescents, pre-adolescents and their families.  God
I miss Margot.  I do miss her, so, ssssoooo much.  Not a day goes by that I
don't think of her.  We grew so much together that first year together.  My
classmate, my workmate, by best buddy and at one time even talk of becoming
legal spouses though in hindsight we both knew that that wouldn't have
worked out in the longer-term.  At least I know she's happy in and with her
work and has and is helping hundreds of patients that need her special
touch and by doing so is spreading the good word about the true efficacy of
using the body sexual to heal the mind intellectual and the heart
emotional.

   Alexa's a good girl, having been a kind and loving and totally
professional bodyworking colleague of mine in the year I've been mentoring
her and training her, but now she's gone as far as I can take her so it's
time for her to move on.  She'll be going to a practice in Denver where
they have one other woman bodyworker that specializes in older men (sixty
to seventy-five percent of most bodyworking clients are older men with
erectile or libido problems, my own highly specialized caseload to the
contrary, as evidenced firsthand by Emily's, Brenda's and Carolyn's own
caseloads, the vast majority of which are men) where she'll begin building
a practice to and for the child-to-teen patient population as well as adult
women clients as well.  I wish her well, I do wish her well, I know she'll
do well, and she deserves it.

   My mind can't help but drift off to memories of Margot and my old
classmates and the wackily weird but wonderful Dr.  Mrs.  Chaim who were
the founders of modern polykinetic bodyworking therapeutic modality and who
personally ran the Polykinetic Bodywork Institute where they trained myself
and Margot.  I still talk to "Doc" at least once or twice a month, by the
way.  Three or four times I've flown up to Roslyn to help out with a
training class, which was a lot of fun, each time bringing back fond
memories of my own short nine days of sex bootcamp there.  Aaaahhhhh.  The
warm feel of my leather executive chair sulters me into a sweet light
slumber.  In my hidden office between the two hallways that lead down each
side of the ground floor our three-story large home that has our treatment
rooms on the first and second floors and our private residences on the
third, my eyelids slide quietly down covering my dreams with gentle ease
before the damn front doorbell buzzer rouses me from my entropic nap. 
Looking at the four-sectioned scanning video monitor that rotates shots
every few seconds of the many hidden cameras snuck away in different places
inside and around the house the human form of my next appointment stands
patiently at the door awaiting permission to enter as she hits the doorbell
one more time.  It's not a patient, but Alexa's potential replacement, a
Mrs.  Marilyn S.  Lepac, an early 40's slightly frumpish middle-age
house-wifey-type with a pageboy-haircuit and modest but pleasant figure and
dark hornrimmed glasses and a sincere smile that radiates through the video
system even with the camera at a high off-angle to her.  She's fifteen
minutes early for our 5PM appointment but that's okay.

   "Yes?" I buzz back at her through the intercom.

   "This...this is Marilyn Lepac...I have a five p.m.  appointment with a
Dr.  Eric Woods?"

   "This is Eric Woods, Mrs.  Lepac...and I'm not a doctor, by the way..."

   "Sorry!" she replies with lilting voice.

   "...not a problem, I get called Dr.  Woods all the time
accidentally...I'm just a therapist, Dr.  Nick's chief bodywork
therapist...c'mon in, let me buzz the door open, I'll be out shortly,
please just have a seat in the foyer..."

   "Thank you, doctor, errrr, Mr.  Woods..."

   "...Eric..."

   "...Eric, then..."

   I couldn't help but be a little skeptical of this Mrs.  Marilyn Lepac.
She was older, actually a lot older than most who come to the bodyworking
profession, though Gwen one of my old classmates at PKI had been about
Marilyn's age.  She also was married, very definitely married with a high
degree of monogamous instinct according to her preliminary psychological
tests which Dr.  Nick had shared with me, Dr.  Nick also giving me full
veto power over her at any time during the initial assessment and
recruitment phase since she'd be spending the next year with me
professionally at least as I mentored her along, and I couldn't help but
wonder how she was going to emotionally balance her love and monogamous
preference for her husband of over twenty-five years with the cold fact
that she'd be having sex with hundreds of patients per year.

   She rose from the butler's bench in the front foyer to greet me, giving
me a surprise gentle hug which felt so genuine and loving it made me feel
all warm inside.  I kissed her on the cheek and looked into her eyes. 
There wasn't any fear in them at all, only love.  Dr.  Nick had insisted
that Marilyn, Mrs.  Lepac, was a near-one-of-a-kind find according to all
the tests so far, she exhibiting an even higher degree of empathy and
healing potential than I initially did on my own screening tests, I testing
higher according to Doc Chaim than any of his hundreds of prior students
save a small handful.

   "I'll give you the nickel tour of the facilities, but first, some
paperwork and prelims, okay?"

   "Sure, Eric, no problem..."

   I took her to my exam room and bade her sit at the small metal office
desk to fill out a couple of standard non-disclosure forms that all
potential recruits have to sign.  Hearing doors close and cars in the front
parking lot start up I knew that Brenda's and Carolyn's last patients for
the day were leaving.  As she carefully read and signed each form, I fished
a douche and an enema from the wiremetal supply rack next to the exam table
and brought them to her.

   "Marliyn...Mrs.  Lepac..."

   "Yes, Eric?..."

   "....after you've finished with the forms, please go to the bathroom
over there..." my ring finger gesturing to an open door between the exam
and treatment rooms in the open floorplan "...and douche and enema
yourself...do you need any help with the enema?..."

   "....no, Eric, I don't, won't..." she politely responding.

   "...and then take a shower, redress, and I'll be back in ten minutes to
get you, and we can continue....okay?" she just smiling and nodding "yes".

   Popping back into my office I hit the remote and put all four screen
quarters on my monitor on the cameras in my treatment room.  Obediently she
stripped, douched, enema'd herself, showered and redressed.  She was better
looking nude than clothed in her middle-age mother of grown children JC
Penney's skirt and blouse.  Her 36C breasts had a surprising pertness and
firmness about them, her smallish nipples covering the tips of her breasts
with perfect symmetry, her left breast slightly larger than her right one.
I kept her waiting for another twenty extra minutes, a full thirty in
total, just to see if she showed any signs of impatience when she thought
no one would be watching.  She eased back into the old ortho office chair
in front of the chipped-paint metal desk and crossed her arms and legs and
waited patiently, not a single sign of frustration of being left alone for
longer than promised.

   "Sorry for keeping you waiting..." I smiled as I came back to the
treatment room to get her.

   "Not a problem...I was just relaxing some..."

   "...shall we continue?..."

   "...yes, please..."

   I showed her the rest of my treatment room, the shared and open exam and
treatment areas which were off but open to the smallish waiting and
interview area within the confines of its walls where she had been sitting.
Her hand lightly ran over one of the posts of the four-post treatment bed.

   "This is your office, your treatment room, Eric?"

   "Yes, it is."

   I took her own back through the old kitchen area which served as a
storage area for supplies and out to the back deck where the hottub and
Jacuzzi were bubbling away as they stayed 24 hours a day and then lead her
back inside the old storage area to the elevator located in the space
between the two hallways which also hid an entrance to my private office
and work area.  Turning the key and hitting the button to go to the next
floor, we stepped out and I gave her the tour of the "wetrooms" where open
showers and commodes and such were located, the BDSM rooms where all kinds
of whipping benches, racks, St.  Andrew's Crosses and tons of whips and
crops and fetish costumes were and then the sound-proof true padded room
and then back to the elevator and up to the third floor where our
respective studio apartments that shared a greatroom and common kitchen
area were.

   "The girls" were all there when the elevator door slid open.  Alexa was
in our, her's and mine apartment area taking a shower.  Carolyn and Brenda
were watching TV on the bigscreen, DD was sitting on the couch with Kelly
going over some homework she had to complete that night, and Emily sat on a
couple of pillows next to the free-standing circular fireplace in the
middle of our greatroom a couple of towels wrapped around her head and body
having just washed the day's grime, what we only half-jokingly call
"patient smudge" from her body.  Her eyes reflected the flames from the
open hearth a couple of feet from her, the light from them making the
remaining moisture drops on the small amount of exposed skin glisten.  God,
Emily looked so perfectly delicious I just wanted to jump her right then.
It's no wonder that Dr.  Nick despite being married had a standing once a
week "private session" with her...with rank does come certain privileges, I
guess.

   By contract covenant, practicality and common sense Alexa and I had been
"partners" for the past year, sharing a sleeping bed at night as well as a
therapy bed during the day.  According to Dr.  Nick, Doc Chaim and a whole
bunch of anecdotal evidence as well as my own experience, when a
paired-team like Alexa and I work together all day, it's actually almost
not just beneficial but almost a necessity to spend a lot of time together
afterwards, in order to vent our frustrations, open ourselves to each
other, and generally talk shop with someone who knows what we've been
through that day because they were there with us the whole time.  It's not
like all of us didn't have sex with each other whenever we wanted, we do.
But what with Carolyn's and Brenda's and Emily's caseload being
ninety-some-percent-plus male during the day it's not like they wanted to
be pestered by me another male after hours so they pretty much played with
each other when and how they wanted to play and I would usually join in
open scenes once things got going.

   Emily got up to grab the wireless headphones next to the stereo and sat
back down next to the fireplace.  My eyes must have followed her every move
albeit quite innocently and momentarily because Marilyn touched me on the
arm as we made our way over one of the couches with a "she IS beautiful,
isn't she?" being whispered in my ear.

   Making small talk for a moment with Kelly and DD about how DeeDee's
instructional day went, DD's eyes just focused in on Marilyn who returned
her curious gaze with those perfect doe-eyes of hers.

   "DeeDee has a couple of pages of math homework tonight, but that's
all...'need to leave, hubby and I are going out tonight for dinner, see you
tomorrow, little one..." Kelly spake while giving DD a polite kiss on the
cheek and making her way across the room to the elevator.

   "She is a very dedicated teacher, isn't she?" asked Marilyn.

   "Yes, she is, very dedicated...we were very lucky to have found her..."

   "...is DeeDee her only student?..."

   "...yes...I thought Dr.  Nick explained her situation to you..."

   "...he did..."

   Dead silence for a moment.

   "Would you like a drink, something to drink, Marilyn?"

   "...yes, thank you...bourbon and Coke okay?"

   "...I think we have some bourbon...none of us are big drinkers..."

   "...just a plain Coke will be fine, then, thank you..." that sincere
sweet smile of hers you couldn't wipe off with a wrecking ball following me
along with the rest of her body into the kitchen.

   A couple of cold cans were fished out of the bottom of the fridge.  We
each took a couple of long sips as Carolyn and Brenda got up from their
seats in front of the TV to come over to us.

   "Carolyn, Brenda, this is Marilyn Lepac, who is a candidate to replace
Alexa when Alexa moves on in a couple of weeks..."

   "Good to meet you!" Carolyn intoned while touching her shoulder and
kissing her lightly on the lips.

   "Good to meet you too!" replied Marilyn with a soft kiss back.

   "And you, Brenda..."

   "And you Marilyn..." a touch of the hand to her arm.

   For a pregnant moment we all four just kind of stood there like awkward
schoolkids at a sockhop before Emily wandered in as well and made her own
introduction, Em' lightly kissing her on the cheek.  I shuffled my feet a
little.

   "I've had a long day, Marilyn, forgive me for a few moments while I go
shower...I'll be right back, and then we'll begin the mutual interview
process in earnest...Brenda, why doncha call Pizza Hut and have three or
four medium pizzas delivered, is that okay instead of us all going out,
Mairlyn?..."

   "...sure, fine..."

   Alexa was lying down taking a nap on our bed naked atop the sheets when
I walked into our large studio apartment along the perimeter of the
greatroom.  When Dr.  Nick designed this facility and had it remodeled to
his own specifications, he did a great job.  Bodyworking is such a strange,
different, unique profession that near-constant contact with fellow team
bodyworking members is a real necessity.  Having the four identical studio
apartments, two on each side of the great room with the massive
freestanding fireplace in the middle with built-in couches made into the
semi-sunken recessed floor area around it and the large shared communal
kitchen at one end and a couple of quiet alcoves one of which sported the
large screen TV on either side of the elevator made for easy almost forced
interaction with my team members but still allowed for private times in
semi-private public areas.  With all interior walls between the apartments
being thoroughly sound-proofed it was easy to find quiet even amongst the
constant traffic noise outside on the always-busy East Chatham Street one
of the main drags in Cary.

   The high-pressure forced spray from the Shower Massage melted the
patient grime from the day's appointments away like so much melted cotton
candy stuck to my skin.  One of the first things I had done after Dr.  Nick
let me assume control of the practice was to have an additional hundred
gallon commercial water heater and booster pump for additional pressure
installed and it had been worth every penny to me even though part of it
came out of my year-end bonus.

   Drying quickly, I laid down beside Alexa for a few moments and took a
quick power nap, our breathing becoming rhythmic together.  "Pizza's here,
Eric, Alexa!" I heard Brenda scream at us through our closed door.

   "So, Marilyn, what do you think of our humble home, office and home?" I
inquired as hot cheese from the slice of pizza in hand stuck to the roof of
my mouth the flames of which were quickly doused by the cold Coke from a
fresh can.

   "I'm impressed, Eric, I am really impressed...Dr.  Samiatakis..."

   "We all just call him 'Dr.  Nick'..." Carolyn interjected.

   "...Dr.  Nick told me about this place, why he created what he did
here...I still don't understand a lot of things, Eric, Carolyn, all, about
what exactly you do here, why you do it..."

   We all shot quick looks of "what the hell now?" to each other.  DeeDee
came out from the kitchen and grabbing a pillow off of the couch sat at our
feet as Alexa and I nudged close to each other on the circular couch around
the fireplace, everyone else close to but not on top of us.

   "What didn't Dr.  Nick explain, or at least explain to your
satisfaction, Marilyn?" Emily asked while chomping down a breadstick.

   "I guess this is why I'm here tonight...so you can ask questions of me,
and I can ask questions of you...that, and I understand we'll do a
'audition' session as well, is that correct, Eric?..."

   "Yes, Marilyn, that's correct...I've read your profile with great
attention, and to tell you the truth, I'm still a little skeptical,
especially considering that it'll be you and I as a team...your monogamy
propensity for your husband is off the scale...  Dr.  Nick d-I-d explain to
you that as a professional therapeutic bodyworker, you will be having
'live' sex with clients everyday, usually several times a day, and since if
you come aboard as my teammate you'll be a sex therapist primarily to
children and teen-agers, did he not explain all that?..."

   Her smile left her face but didn't become a frown.  "Yes, Eric, all, he
explained all that, but I still don't see how...how..."

   "How we can do what we do all day long and stay sane?" Emily shot back.

   "I didn't want to be that crass, but yes, that's one of the questions I
have..."

   "That's what your twice or three times weekly talking therapy sessions
with one of Dr.  Nick's associates will be for, Marilyn, for the first two
or three months of your employment, to help you maintain your
center...after a while, it'll be cut back to once a week...even Eric still
goes once a week, don't you, Eric?..."

   "Yes, I do, Emily...and that's why we share a communal working and
living space...because only a bodyworker knows what another bodyworker goes
through on a daily basis, and only another bodyworker can really offer the
support another one needs...Marilyn, how exactly did you find out about PKI
and bodyworking in general?...your file says that neither you nor a family
member has ever had any bodywork therapy, and you're also a former
schoolteacher who quit to help her husband in his general contracting
business, you don't have any medical or healing arts or similar background
at all, something that is usually mandatory for a candidate...please
explain how you came here to be with us here, tonight..."

   Long pause.  Her face became even more solemn.  "Eric, if you've made up
your mind you don't want me to partner with you, I know you can say 'no'
and that's that..."

   "I didn't say that, Marilyn...there's just some curious facts about you
and your being here...I'd like to know why and how you wound up here,
that's all..."

   "Well...what the file says isn't exactly true, or exactly
complete...three years ago my older sister was brutally attacked and
gang-raped outside a bar in Toledo Ohio where I and husband used to live
and where a lot of my family still resides...anyway, to make a long story
short, Dr.  Phillips with the Columbus Women's Health Center..."

   "Yes, we know of him, he's a cutting-edge practitioner of bodywork
principles..." Carolyn interjected.

   "...anyway, a local psychologist in Toledo recommend Dr.  Philips to my
sister, because my sister was so far beyond traumatized and this therapist
couldn't help her...the therapist had no knowledge that bodyworking healing
principles were used by Dr.  Philip's staff, by the way, she just thought
he might could help her when she admitted she couldn't...a very kind woman
bodyworker then an equally kind male therapist took six months of weekly
appointments to help her through her ordeal, but in the end they did indeed
'cure' her, at least help her enough to where she's living a happy, healthy
and normal life and even has gotten married since...she told me everything,
and I do everything, every little detail about her treatment..."

   Marilyn stopped for a moment to take some more bites from her getting
colder pizza, swigged the last of her Coke down DeeDee springing up unasked
to fetch her another one from the kitchen as we all in concert ate some of
our pizzas as well.

   "I need to run to the bathroom, gotta go pee an' change my tampon, be
right back!" Emily exclaimed absentminedly as she popped up off the couch
her towels still wrapped around her head and body.

   "So how, when, why did you decide you wanted to do this full-time as a
profession?" Alexa continued the conversation.

   "I decided sometime shortly after that to call Dr.  Philips and ask him
what the qualifications were to become a polykinetic bodyworker...what
background you have to have, what education, stuff like that...at first he
repeatedly denied that there was even such a thing as bodyworking, even
after I told him about my sister - one of his patients - and how she had
gone through the program and had been healed...even after all that, it took
me making an appointment under a false name to be able to see him to ask
him to his face about things...he finally admitted everything to me,
telling me my sister had broken her signed pledge of confidentiality about
her treatment and could face legal trouble because of it, but didn't want
to go that route...I told him I simply wanted to explore the possibility of
maybe, may-be becoming one...why was I, am I fascinated by the
profession?...I don't know..."

   Emily came out of her room wearing one of our standard navy blue
therapist longcoats that we use to cover ourselves during most of the day
it being designed for easy on easy off wearing, heading to the kitchen
fishing around for something and bringing Marilyn back a perfect Jack
Daniels and Coke.

   "I thought I overheard you ask Eric earlier for a bourbon and Coke?"
Emily asked pleasantly extending it to Marilyn while sitting down a few
inches from her on the couch.

   "Yes I did, thank you...getting back to my story...I hope I'm not boring
everyone..." we shaking our heads and mumbling "no, not at all" "...Dr. 
Philips made me sign a bunch of confidentiality papers at first, then let
me speak with Meg, the therapist who had helped my sister first in her
treatment...they wouldn't let me sit in on a session, but Meg did confirm
to me more or less what she had done and the other male therapist had done
with my sister, explained why, explained the reasoning and logic underlying
the principles of polykinetic bodyworking, and told me she 'had good vibes'
about me, that I ought to talk to Dr.  Philips about possibly becoming
one...it took even more weeks of nagging, but he finally agreed to let me
take a series of personality tests that I know you all had to take before
you went to school, thinking he later admitted that with my very limited
sexual experience and my love and monogamous practice and feelings for my
husband that I would 'flunk' the tests, but to his surprise, and he didn't
tell me the specifics just enough general information, I scored high
enough, well enough, whatever, to where he offered me the further
possibility of possibly becoming a bodyworker, of being sent to PKI at
their expense..."

   Grabbing another slice of pizza as we all did too and eating for a few
moments, Marilyn looked at her watch without thinking as she knocked back
her drink.

   "In a rush, Marilyn?" Alexa asked half-sarcastically but politely.

   "Oh no...not at all, Alexa...sorry...I was told that there may be a
chance I'll be spending the night with you good folks tonight, so I
prepared an overnight bag, it's in the trunk of the car...now, where was
I?...oh that's right...Dr.  Philips' practice couldn't support another
bodyworker right then, so he never sent to Dr.  Chaim's program or
anything...a couple of years ago my husband moved his construction business
and us down here from Ohio..."

   "Parthenon Construction Company, correct?"

   "Yes, Eric, that's correct...I didn't think anything more about it until
a got a call a few days ago from Dr.  Philips himself...he didn't tell me
and I didn't ask how he got my unlisted home phone number, I learned last
weekend that he had contacted my sister back in Toledo and she had given it
to him...he said a colleague of his, Dr.  Samiatakis, Dr.  Nick, was going
to have an opening for a bodyworker soon, that he was local to me, and if I
was interested, the possibility was there, especially considering my
original scores on the tests...Dr.  Nick and a couple of his therapists
interviewed and re-tested me last week, then he called you, Eric, about me
and here I am..."

   "And what we do, the actual process of what we do, you think you could
handle?" Brenda asked as she scooted closer to us.

   "I think I can..."

   "Her empathetic and healing nature as shown by her scores do show
promise, Brenda..." I answered as well.

   "And, Eric, ladies...I know there is to be an 'audition', a try-out,
tonight if you agree...I'm ready and waiting for it..."

   "Even though you've only been with four men your entire life, never been
with a child, never been with a woman, never had anal sex, normally have
little oral sex with your husband, even though..." words came flying out of
my mouth.

   "...Eric...if I do this...if you decide to let me try to become
this...I'll be doing it because I think, no, I really believe I can help
those in need, be a healer to those who need healing in this special
way...that is my one and only motivating factor...because I think my
presence here, with you Eric and with you girls too, could make a
difference, a positive difference in the lives of our patients..."

   Damn, sounded almost like me two years ago.  "Okay, Marilyn, please go
to my room, my studio apartment over there..." point to the left and behind
me "...and let us discuss it amongst ourselves...we'll get you when we're
through talking..."

   There wasn't a whole lot to talk about.  "As the one she's going to
replace, Eric, I think you and her would make a great team...I think she'd
be a natural with our kids...I can just feel her love and warmth and basic
kindness and gentleness but also her a very real and profound strength..."
everyone else even DeeDee nodding their heads in agreement "...as long as
she doesn't freak out during the playsession, I vote 'yes'..." all my other
team members mumbling agreement even though they knew I had the final say
in the end.

   "DeeDee, go get Marilyn, please..."

   My precious little four-eight hundred pound prot�g� skipped over to our
apartment door and bade her come out to the greatroom.  We all smiled at
her when she came out.

   "I'm...I made it?"

   "Well, Marilyn...not yet...we're all going to have a 'playsession', it's
not an 'audition' as such, and after that, we'll see...ready?"

   "I've been ready for years, Eric..."

   Carolyn and Alexa moved over to her to help her out of her clothes, her
blouse being pulled loose from her skirt's waist and soon her skirt hitting
the floor along with her shoes and pantyhose.  Her breasts filled her black
underwired bra.  A thick trace of pubic hair stuck out from the elastic of
her panties.

   "Marilyn?..."

   "Yes, Eric?..." she answered while walking over to me underwear-clad
with Carolyn and Alexa putting an arm each around her shoulder and waist.

   "We're not going to do anything tonight that the five, the six of us
don't normally do several times per week if not every night...not all of us
always doing everything to each other, a lot of the times it'll be
spontaneous combinations that just happen, but it's understood that any of
us can have recreational sex with any of the rest of us at any time as long
as it's okay with everyone...do you understand?..."

   "Yes, Eric...I think so..." she replied as my hands cupped her breasts
as she stood before me before reaching around to free them from their
restraints.

   "...this is how we all unwind, Marilyn...especially with Carolyn and
Brenda and Emily all being almost exclusively with male clients all day
long, they have to be with other women, their friends, their colleagues,
after work to unwind...and Alexa and I, we deal mostly with children and
teen-agers all day, so we achieve our balance by being with them, with
adults who are our closest friends too, and they don't mind my loose cock
doing it's magic, do you, my team members?..." they all gently laughing in
response as Carolyn grabbed the waistband of Marilyn's panties and pulled
them down to the floor as more clothes were shed all the way around "...so,
Marilyn, keep in mind you don't have to do anything you don't wish to
do...but you can ask for anything, ask one or more of us to do anything
with, for, or to you and we probably will...what's you choice, Marilyn,
what would you like to do?"

   "If you don't mind, Eric, Carolyn, all, I'd like to finish my pizza, I
hadn't had anything to eat since lunch and am really hungry!" everyone
bursting out in a laughter of recognition and sitting back down on large
white bathtowels that DeeDee had gone and gotten and placed on the
semi-sunken couch for us, she is my little sweety, Alexa and I sitting on
either side of Marilyn as the rest of the girls scooted close to us and
DeeDee took her place back on the floor leaning back into my legs.  My
hands roamed over Marilyn's naked body, she being the only one sans
clothing, as we finished wolfing the pizza and breadsticks down.

   "This is great pizza...Emily, may I have another drink?"

   "Certainly..." Emily replied as she stood up from the couch dropping her
therapy robe to reveal her nakedness and fetched our guest and probable new
workmate another bourbon and Coke "...keep in mind, too, Marilyn, that when
you come to work with us, in addition to your great salary, you won't have
a food bill while you're here at One Thousand East Chatham, Dr.  Nick has
several accounts at nearby places and we can get take-out or charge dine-in
whenever we like..."

   "So Dr.  Nick also told me last week..." she replied through her last
bites before getting up off the couch "...he also mentioned something about
him making me accept a new company car?...I couldn't have heard that
right..."

   "Yes, you did..." Brenda replied back "...taking one isn't mandatory,
and since none of us going anywhere much but local, we all pretty much stay
here 24/7, it's not like we really need one, but didn't Eric show you the
backyard, didn't you notice five new-looking cars back there?..."

   "Yes I did, but I didn't think anything about it..."

   "...they're all company-paid cars, paid 100% by Dr.  Nick's professional
firm that we all actually work for...Dr.  Nick does take care of us..." her
voice trailing off.

   "Yes, he does, doesn't he?" Marilyn smiling broadly now as we all stood
up together and began undressing ourselves and each other in earnest,
Marilyn playfully helping out a bit with the girls, stopping in front of
DeeDee to help her out of top and jeans "...my, my...DeeDee isn't
it?...DeeDee, you are pretty!...did Eric tell you I have two grown
daughters?...my youngest left for college last year..." DD shaking her head
"no" as Marilyn kissed the top of her head while holding her shoulders so
she could maintain her balance while stepping out of her jeans "...you're
just as pretty as they were when they were your age..." she pulling DD
close to her hugging her once she was naked before her.

   "DeeDee is one of us, Marilyn, she's a patient but also a 'therapy doll'
that helps Alexa and I with certain patients of ours..."

   "...Dr.  Nick explained who and what DeeDee is to me last week, Eric.."
she replied back with accidental scolding tone "...sorry, didn't mean to
sound sharp..."

   "...don't worry about it...c'mere...".

   Now nude myself, I pulled Marilyn close to me and hugged her tightly,
her boobs forming to my chest.  She moved her head a little, smiled that
smile of hers at me and kissed me firmly on the lips, her tongue gently
parting my lips.  In two years of being a professional therapeutic
bodyworker I had had sex with over a thousand patients and others. 
Sometimes, maybe even a lot of times, I could feel the jadedness of it all
start affecting me.  Now my cock rose springingly as we hugged even closer.
My knees got a little weak, too.  Somehow, I felt almost like a schoolboy
on a first date.  Alexa and DD joined our hug, as did Carolyn and Brenda
and Emily.  For the longest time, we just shared our love, our healing
energy, and our future.

   "So, Marilyn..." I finally coughed up breaking the perfect silence
"...what would you like to do?" She just smiled and smiled at me and all of
us in turn, leaning to give us all light kisses as we stood there in front
of the couch in front of the dying embers of the fire inside our
freestanding fireplace.

   "Anything you all normally do, please, just do, I'll join in..."

   "...not good enough, Missy!..." I replied playfully "...you must tell,
TELL us what you'd like to do...or the interview is over and you can go
home..." I continued only half-jokingly.

   The look on her face became a little more somber, her smile dropped a
little before her hand reached for DeeDee's face, caressing it with her
fingers lightly.



   "Well, I've never been with another woman before..."

   "...'K..." I acknowledged.

   "...and something I've never told anyone...when my daughters were
growing up, I used to fantasize sometimes about having sex with them,
especially when they started dating...I'd like to make love to DeeDee
tonight, but think I need to be with one of you girls, an adult, as my
first...any volunteers?..." her smile returning to that tension-less smooth
skin of her face.

   All of my compatriots squeezed towards her in our group hug, all lightly
shouting a playful "me!" , "no, me!", "no, don't pick her, pick me,
Marilyn!", Marilyn actually blushing from all the fun but very real
attention.

   "Well, you've certainly got an enthusiastic stable of pussies, eeerrrrr,
partners to choose from..." interjecting my two cents' worth "...why don't
you all just do a group scene together, letting Emily and DD hang back with
me?..."

   "Actually, Eric, if you don't mind, and she's willing, I'd like for
Emily to be my 'first', if you will Emily, if that's okay with the rest of
you?", a bunch of "sure's" and "fine's" coming forth as we broke our
standing group hug and all flopped onto the waiting towels atop the
twenty-some-foot diameter circular couch.

   Marilyn sat down on her towel and leaned forward a little.  Emily knelt
down on a pillow on the floor before her.  Marilyn's hands caressed Emily's
face as their eyes bore into each other.  Emily's hands lightly smoothed
over Marilyn's protruding breasts.  Their breathing became matched.

   "You've never, ever been with another woman, Marilyn?"

   "Never ever, Emily..."

   "I'm honored to be your first...

   "No, I'm honored that you would be my first..."

   "...anytime, my sweetie, anytime..." as they kissed and kissed for a
couple of moments.

   Emily gently parted Marilyn's legs as she leaned back into the couch,
burying her face into her crotch.  Brenda and Alexa had started playing
some next to me as Carolyn to my right leaned in to suck my cock and DeeDee
to my left close to me placed her hand on Carolyn's head as we all watched
Eem take Marilyn's lesbian virginity.  Emily slipped a hand forward and
began frigging her while eating her.  Marilyn leaned her head back and just
moaned a slight but real moan of total release and passion.

   "Make her squirt!...make her squirt!" came a spontaneous soft chant from
Brenda and Carolyn and Alexa as we gathered closer to them on the
pit-couch. Emily began using the standard manual POP ("Principle Of
Possession") G-spot stimulation technique while she continued giving her
head simultaneously, working her index and middle fingers all around inside
her as Marilyn began lightly bucking like she was riding a slow-trotting
horse.  Marilyn leaned her head back even further, closed her eyes and with
a mighty pull of Emily's hair to grind her face further closer to her
crotch while her hand went wild inside her and let out an
"...aaauuuughhhhhh!!!!!!..." , a squirt of cyprinne hosing Eem's face as
she pushed her away for a split-second.

   "Jesus Christ, Emily, what did you DO to me?!?!?" Marilyn half-yelled
half-cooed as she leaned forward to pull her close to her once more.

   "Awww, nuthin'..." Eem coyly replied "...just a little somethin' we all
know how to do, somethun' you'll learn in school...it's part of the bonding
ritual with female patients..."

   "I can see why!...I'm in love with you, Emily, I'll follow you anywhere
now!" she joked.

   "DeeDee, you have to homework to do, young lady..." I mentioned after a
moment of pause as we all scooted close together and began playing playful
handsies a bit as Carolyn resumed her sucking of my cock as we all sat on
the couch.

   "Oh, okay...if I finish, can I play some then?"

   "Yes, but only if you don't rush; Brenda will check it after you've
finished..."

   DD headed back to our (hers, Alexa's and my) room to get to her chore,
her naked fawnish frame skipping the few steps from the greatroom to it. 
On the couch Marilyn and Emily sitting next to each other, their arms
around each other's shoulders and were kissing.  Carolyn continued her suck
of my cock as Alexa and Brenda cleaned up a bit, empty pizza boxes and
drink glasses being shuttled back to the kitchen.  Whispering to Carolyn
for a second, she stopped and we scooted right beside M and Eem who were
still cuddling.

   "Marilyn, were you planning on spending the night?"

   "Actually, Eric, unless you really want me to, I'd rather go home even
if it's late...I won't be seeing Bob for almost six weeks after day after
tomorrow, and I would like to spend as much time with him as I can...I
would like to play with DeeDee a little before I leave, if I can, and I
know you and I need to...to..."

   "...you understand why it's important for you to spend the first thirty
days after school living 24/7 with us, don't you?"

   "...yes, and I accept it...Bob understands and accepts, too..."

   "...since you need to leave soon, shall we?..."

   "...sure!..."

   Emily broke her embrace of her, their tongues flicking at each other's
lips as she leaned away from her and to me.

   "Marilyn..."

   "Yes, Eric?"

   "...kiss me..."

   This was always a truth test, both for new recruits and for patients. 
She didn't hold back.  Her tongue massaged mine like I was her long-lost
lover.  Our hands roamed over each other's naked bodies.  My finger played
in her still-sopping-wet cunt.  Carolyn reached from around me and finally
pulled her glasses off, caressing her face as she did so.

   "Eric..."

   "Yes, my Marilyn?"

   "I'm scared..."

   "I know..."

   "...but I know I'll have to be having lots of anal sex with patients as
their therapist..."

   "...uh-hu..."

   "...so would you please do me the honor of being my first?..."

   "...soy-tin-ly, Marilyn, soy-teen-ly..." Marilyn laughing at my
half-hearted attempt to break the ice a little "...Emily can help,
too...Eem, tongue her a little while she fucks me...you'll like that,
Mary-Lyn..."

   Marilyn hopped around and on top of me as I leaned back into the plush
couch, my cock sliding frictionless into her slickened pussy.  My hands
gently mauled her tits as Carolyn began sucking one and Alexa the other she
and Brenda having come back from the kitchen.  Emily's tongue worked its
magic on her anal bud as she rode my pole.

   "Now, Eric, NOW!"

   Unceremoniously Brenda and Alexa helped her off me and with care eased
her down to all fours on the couch.  She had come again while fucking me.
My cock was so slick with her come I didn't need any additional lubricant.
I just rammed in it while she screamed, screamed both from passion and from
pain.  My hands grabbed her hips.  My motion forced my cock even deeper, as
deep as it could go as Carolyn and Brenda triple-kissed her while playing
with her breasts and softly telling her that she would be welcome to join
our "family".  Playfully slapping her ass a few pops, I grabbed her by the
waist and forcing my cock as deep as I could possibly go, came with one
giant burst, leaning forwards to brace against her and my two colleagues in
a moment of passions spent.  Rolling off of her, Emily went to get a couple
of washcloths to clean me up with, my cock not responding even a little to
her touch as Marilyn and I held each other and kissed some more.

   "Thank you..." words eased to my ear.

   "Thank you for what?"

   "...thank you for being so gentle with me..."

   "...Marilyn, I wasn't gentle...I -took- you...took you fully, without
reservation..."

   "...yes you 'took' me, but you were also the perfect gentleman...you
gave me exactly what you knew I needed...thank you..." whispers flit as
Emily kneeling before us now finished washing my cock off nudged her head
back between Marilyn's legs.

   "I'd like to give Emily a little, if you don't mind..." she and Eem
switching places as she kissed Emily's inner thighs in a very sensuous show
before easing forward for her first taste of cunt looking up for a moment
with a grinning "...TWO strings, Emily?"

   "I do have heavy periods, 'Lyn..." she gossamered back with an easy
smile, Emily often called Eem also having given our newest friend her
shortened nickname, "Lyn", which was good since we couldn't call them both
a phonetic-sounding "M"-name "...lick my lips too, just don't suck on my
clit...aauuhhh....that's it, that's perfect..."

   DeeDee came back to the living room homework in hand.  Brenda gave it a
quick once-over, smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her it was
fine, D' taking it back to our room before returning with a toy.

   "Eric, can I play with...with..."

   "Marilyn...or Lyn, as Emily has just renamed her..."

   "...can I play with Lyn some?"

   "...sure...I know she wants to play with you some before she has to
leave in a bit..."

   DeeDee scooted down to the floor next to M and Eem and began working a
large dildo into Marilyn's pussy as she continued her eating out of the
other Eem, she just turning around for a split-second to smile at her
before resuming.  Marilyn was really enjoying herself doing her first Emily
but I could tell Emily while polite and not saying anything was getting a
little bored.

   "Marilyn, DD's finished with her homework now...I know you gotta leave
soon...why don't you and her play a little then we'll call it a night?"

   "Thanks...DeeDee, is this okay with you?..."

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

   "...what would you like to do, DD?..."

   "...anything's okay..."

   "...why don't you take Emily's place on the couch?..."

   "...okay..."

   Marilyn eased upright from her kneeling position in front of the couch
and held our naked little DeeDee sitting on the couch in front of her as
close as she could possibly squeeze her to her.  Her palm stroked her face
and hair.  DD just smiled.

   "You are so precious, little one...I wish I could have done this with my
own daughters when they were your age...you are so very pretty...will you
let me give you some oral, little one?..."

   "...sure, Lyn..."

   DeeDee spread her legs and propped them up on Marilyn's shoulders as she
dove in, her hands reaching up to play with the flattish nubs of her chest.
Dee looked very, very bored to me but like Emily didn't want to hurt her
feelings so she moved her butt around a little and made some sounds of
pleasure.

   "Let me give you some head, Lyn..."

   "...okay, that'd be nice..."

   They switched places and Marilyn once again got that way-far-away look
in her eyes.

   "A girl could get used to this...a girl really could get used to
this..." she panted while coming her little come, her last for the night,
as DeeDee finished licking her slit "...I can see why...so many things are
clearer now...clear...clearer..." she began babbling a little.

   DeeDee pulled away as Marilyn's hand slipped from its resting place atop
her head.  Carolyn and Alexa had gotten bored with it all and were watching
some movie on HBO at the far end of the room.  Brenda and I were snuggled
next to Dee and Lynn but hadn't been distracting them.

   "Time for you to go home, Lyn..."

   "I know...thanks for the wonderful evening, Eric, all..."

   "...you're welcome...if you need anything over the next two days before
you leave for class, of course Dr.  Nick will help you, but you also have
the number here, don't be shy about calling on us, either..."

   "...I won't, promise..." she gently muttered as she retrieved her
clothes.

   We all went down with her to see her off, a nice grouphug lasting a
couple of minutes at the door as our good-byes were exchanged and her car
creeped down the driveway and slunk down East Chatham Street and into the
night.  We knew what she was in for over the next couple of weeks because
we all been rookies ourselves once, had gone to school with much ignorance
and fear and hope and had our sexuality torn down and rebuilt to suit the
therapeutic needs of our patients.  We all were sure she'd do well and I
knew that I'd really enjoy mentoring her over the course of the next year.
The front door closed behind us as we walked back down the hall to the
elevator at the rear of our home.  I did need to talk to Dr.  Nick about
installing a smaller express elevator to our third floor living quarters
somewhere in the front, note to self.





   <b> Chapter 22, New Eyes, Old Lenses </b>



   Early February, 1999

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





   God, I hate getting up so early in the morning, five-thirty AM is when
damn roosters and construction workers are supposed to be rousing from
sleep, not bodyworkers.  Instinctively my right hand felt for Alexa as it
had for the past year but she was already in the shower.  DeeDee gently
snored her nine-year-old snore as she lay spooning to my back.  I stretched
long to try to wake up.

   "Wan' ta' play?" Dee hoarsely whispered to me as my longitudinal
movements briefly woke her.

   "Can't this morning, Hon'...Alexa's leaving, remember?...why doncha' get
on up and you can help me take her to the airport, okay?..."

   "Do I h-a-v-e to?"

   "No, you don't have to, but it would be nice if you did..."

   "Oh....oh, okay..." she very adult-sound-ingly grown-up pissed and
moaned.

   Her plane would be leaving at seven-twenty, which meant that since it
was a Monday morning and every other high-priced commuter would be leaving
from RDU to head out for the week with her that she needed be there by
six-thirty to make sure she had enough to check her bags and all.  Damn, I
just hate that damn traffic jam that was there even this early on '40 going
from the Harrison Avenue exit to the airport, the car as opposed to
airplane commuters packing all twelve lanes from Cary to Research Triangle
Park from six AM on as far as the eye could see.  But you gotta do what you
gotta do.  Damn I'd miss her.

   Alexa came out from the shower towel wrapped around her head.  She
smiled at us both not saying a word as DD and sat on the bed and she
blowdried her hair standing naked in front of the full-length mirror at the
closet door.  The silence of the sadness was so thick a chainsaw couldn't
have cut it.

   My life was an endless stream of hello's and good-bye's.  Hello and
good-bye to a new patient or patients every one to two to three hours every
single day, hello and good-bye to long-term patients on a weekly or monthly
happenstance, hello and good-bye to seemingly one colleague after another
as they strode in and out of my life.

   DeeDee and I just silently smiled at her as she smiled back at us her
back to us looking at our reflections in the mirror as she having finished
drying her hair now combed the tangles free.  The tension was finally broke
when DD bolted off the bed and ran over to her, giving her a big bear hug
from behind, almost crying "...I'll miss you, Alex...I love you...I'll miss
you!..." Alex pirouetting around to return her embrace with a "...I
love...I'll miss you too, Dee...we won't be strangers, we'll stay in
touch..." a most polite if not healing lie falling to ears slightly deaf
from unintentional crying.

   Her new practice in Denver had already shipped her larger stuff out from
storage in Cary, so all she had to take on the plane were her clothes and
smaller personal items which she had packed the night before save the one
outfit a white tennis-style outfit and pair of Reeboks which she had left
out.  Still, the three suitcases were too heavy for me to lug by myself.

   "Ticket?...money?...purse?..." I bantered.

   "Yes...yes, Eric, my old f-r-I-e-n-d...I've got everything...you ready?"

   With that, DeeDee opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a
hand-drawn-and-colored card showing a man, a woman and a child all holding
hands together and smiling with "Friends Forever" being scribbled on the
front of it.  A single tear tracked its way down Alexa's cheek as she
hugged our, our, I don't know what you would call DeeDee but she was "ours"
in any event, hugged our ersatz daughter and therapy model one last time
with a slightly choking "thanks, Dear-y, thanks...I'll treasure this
forever..."

   I didn't make DeeDee go with us.  The emotion of the moment was just too
strong.  Alexa kept her distance from me in the car as we made our way to
the airport, not even looping an arm close to mine as I drove so I could
hold her hand.  With a polite "friends" hug as opposed to someone who had
been a life-partner for the past year let alone a sex therapy partner whom
every single sex act known to mankind and then some had been shared with
she blew me a kiss as she darted down the ramptunnel to her plane and
within a few minutes was out of my life.  Now to wait.  Wait for Marilyn,
whose plane was due in from Macarthur Field near Roslyn in about two hours.
Two hours to kill.  Not enough to go home, too much time to do anything at
the airport.

   I slugged down five or six cognacs one right behind the other at the Tar
Heel Spirits bar as I waited for Lyn's flight in Terminal C.  An endless
stream of beautiful women streamed past me mixed in with the businessmen in
suits but I barely noticed them, thinking of Alexa then Margot, Margot then
Alexa, then this patient then that patient then back to Margot then back to
Alexa and back again and again.  A pleasant lady decent looking in a
woman's business suit sat down beside me.

   "Buy me a drink?" she inquired.

   "Sure...I'm Eric..."

   "Hi Eric...I'm Gayle...I'm in systems management for Nortel..."

   "...and I'm a sex therapist with Samiatakis Family Counseling, LLP in
Raleigh, she turning a little white then a little sheepish retreating to
the safety of the concourse with a "...uh....uh...good to meet you,
Eric...my flight's in fifteen minutes, good to meet you..." Nothing like
the truth to send an otherwise in any other situation desirable woman
running like a scared cat in the other direction.

   I hadn't had this much alcohol in years, if six thin drinks still should
have my two-hundred pound frame still under the legal point-ten DUI limit.
I didn't feel buzzy but knew my next one would probably push me over that
happy boundary.

   "USAir flight number 15 from Macarthur Field arriving at Gate Six..."
the temptation being broken by the boomvoice over the intercom.

   Marilyn walked slowly up the ramp to me.  Her eyes were blank, her steps
halting.  I knew the feeling having been there and done that and seen it
with Emily and Brenda and a couple of others fresh from Doc Chaim's sex
surrogacy training farm.

   Hugging her close with a "...good to see you, Marilyn...good flight?..."
her gaze was fixed somewhere else a million miles away and her arms barely
lifted to half-hug me back.

   "Uh?...oh, yeah...good to see you too, Eric...yeah, good flight...I'm
starved, had to get up at five this morning, can we stop at Burger King on
the way back and get some breakfast croissants?..."

   "Sure...your luggage?..."

   "...oh, yeah...here's the tags..." she handing me her ticket stub with
baggage claim stubs stapled to it.

   She leaned into me her head on my shoulder as we zipped our way through
lighter mid-morning traffic, occasionally sweetly moaning
"...Eric...Eric...you just don't...", I replying firmly but gently "...yes,
yes I do Marilyn, I do know, we've all been through it, that's how we all
got our start...you'll be fine, trust me...".

   We held hands like old lovers or new newlyweds as the decent fare from
the Burger King off of Harrison was consumed.  We were the only sit-down
patrons there, only the odd car coming through the drive-through breaking
the interior silence.

   "I thought this...this new occupation of mine was going to be mostly fun
and just a little work, Eric..."

   "Most of us thought that too at first, Lyn..."

   "...but now I see it's going to be mostly work and a little fun...I
never thought sex, sexual healing could be work..."

   "...it's going to be more fun than you think, Lyn...especially after you
get comfortable with not just the notion but the mandate that as long as
something isn't pro-scribed in a patient's Rx that you can relax and do
basically what you want and like to do with a patient for your own
pleasure...just keep in mind that everything we do, including having
pleasure for ourselves, ultimately benefits our patients..."

   "...yeah...that was drilled into us over and over again...oohhhh...by
the way, Gwen sends her love..."

   "...thanks!...was she there?..."

   "...yeah...she was one of my, our instructors..."

   "...cool beans!...did you two have any 'private fun' together?..."

   "...Eric!..." she playfully scolded, coming out of her post-school haze
a little for the first time "...not that it's any of your business!...well,
actually, I guess it is...yes...she tutored me privately for a couple of
night in my oral skills with women, with men and women both but for two
nights she worked with me on relaxing me and teaching me exactly how best
to pleasure a woman orally...she knew I'd need it working with you
especially...she sends her love, gave me the number of her new practice and
her new home phone number, said tell you to tell Dr.  Nick to give you a
vacation sometime soon and come up to Vancouver to see her..."

   "...Gwen is one, one special lady..."

   "...yes she is, Eric..."

   Having snapped back into the regular world of conscious reality at least
enough to function, Marilyn and I made small talk about this and that on
the remaining fifteen minutes of our trip back to our office/home.

   "Can I call Bob tonight, please?"

   "Lyn, you know you can't...all that was explained why before you even
went up to Doc's...."

   "...I know...but I miss him..."

   "...I know you do...but you also know the reasons why not, too..."

   "...I know (ssssiiigggghhhhh)..."

   I had a pile of stuff for her to do when we got back.  By covenant and
common sense she couldn't have any live patient contact for forty-eight
hours, then it was off to the races.  I had a ton of stuff to do myself,
having a full patient load that afternoon and tomorrow all day too, having
to reassign Emily with me to help out with those patients.  Marilyn didn't
grumble at all about being asked/made to call a several-sheet long contact
list of patients, introducing herself as my new "co-therapist", making sure
there weren't any surprises or hard feelings on the part of some patients
mainly the parents of or the older ones.

   * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

   Marilyn Begins Her Beginning Of A Thousand Patient Steps



   The first case any bodyworker ever has is designed to be one last
shake-out of any potential problems they might have.  It's better to have
to them freak and quit the first day than for a hidden problem to fester
and then erupt which could potentially hurt one of their patients.  You
would think that after everything that Doc and Mrs.  Chaim puts a student
through during their training there couldn't be a situation that they could
encounter that could make them turn tail and run away.  But experience over
the years suggests that isn't true, it had happened two or three times out
of the legion of bodyworkers trained.

   Doc had figured out that Marilyn always had deep-set incestuous desires
for both of her now-grown daughters when they were little, from the time
they were toddlers, so our first case together was going to be a rough one
even for me a little let alone Marilyn.  Dr.  Nick had seen to that.

   "Good morning sleepy head, time to wake up!...today's the first day, the
first step..."

   "In my journey of a thousand miles...good morning, Eric, DeeDee..." the
three of us yawning and stretching together as the clock read seven AM.

   "...you ready for the day?..."

   "...as ready as I'll ever be..."

   Having reviewed the patient case histories for what was remaining for
the week, she knew what was to come and didn't seem nervous or even anxious
a little as the three of us finished our quick breakfast as Kelly bopped in
from the elevator to begin her private tutoring of DeeDee for the day.  I
gave Kelly DD's schedule for the day for us, so she'd know when we'd need
her as a therapy model.  Lyn and I jumped in the elevator and made the
one-minute commute to our office two floors below, lightly kissing and
smooching for a second more for her reassurance than anything.

   Her first patient slash our patient was to be Dana, a bright and cheery
and heavily psychically damaged four-and-one-half year-old girl.  Normally
the youngest age at which conventional wisdom holds can be treated is
usually around age six, around the age of first awareness of consciousness
and of right and wrong, but Dana's case was different in the fact she
already had the vocabulary of a six-year-old and the intellectual but not
emotional intelligence of a seven-year-old.  Both her parents had heavily
abused her from the time she was two until she was four, when her
pediatrician finally got a clue from her vaginal bruising and called social
services, she having been in foster care since.  Marilyn's private
psychological profile which I was privy to as her boss and her own words to
DeeDee during her "audition" with us indicated that she had at least some
unresolved issues with incestuous desires that she had felt towards her
girls when they were toddlers but never acted upon them.  Dana couldn't
have been a better made-to-order make-or-break first patient.

   "Hi, I'm Mrs.  Somerville, Dana's social worker..." a pleasant and plump
black lady smiled at us shaking both our hands as we lead them in to the
foyer "...and this is Dana...Dana, say hello to Mr.  Woods and Mrs. 
Lepac..."

   "Marilyn...and Eric..." Marilyn friendly suggested.

   "...say hello to Eric and Marilyn, Dana..."

   "Hello...hello..." sweet little Dana replied back as her child-hand
outstretched to ours.

   "Mrs.  Somerville..."

   "Yes, Eric?..."

   "...Dana's therapy will last for one hour...if you need to reach us for
anything during therapy, please pick up the phone beside the butler's bench
and push the '3' button which will ring the phone in our treatment
room...since we don't have a receptionist up front here, the two doors
leading down the halls to the treatment rooms have electric locks on them,
to keep unauthorized visitors from wandering in during the middle of a
treatment session...would you like coffee or a Coke or anything before we
take Dana back?..."

   "No, thank you, I'm fine...where's the rest room, though?..."

   "...we don't have a public restroom up front...we do have a common
restroom in the common area in the back which like this forms off of the
two hallways...do you need to use it now?..."

   "...no, I'm fine, I was just wondering..."

   "...if you do need to go, just punch '3' and I'll buzz the door open,
then just go down the hall and you'll find it."

   Marilyn took one of Dana's hands and I the other as we lead her back to
our office and treatment room.  Because of Dana's very young age we
couldn't use the standard "Principle Of Possession" ritual with her.  So
instead we just propped her sitting up on the edge of the therapy bed after
helping disrobe her, our own treatment robes and dickeys quickly being shed
as well.  Pulling her up the bed a little between us, our hands just roamed
over her slightly chubby toddler body.

   "Does this feel good, Dana?"

   "Yes, Mar-Lyn, uh-hu...."

   I scooted down to take a look at her vulva.  It was as large and
engorged as any heavily-abused seven or eight year-old's I'd seen before.
Poor kid.  Sometimes I did wonder about our homeopathic, our
hair-of-the-dog therapy methods, wonder about them yes but only for a
moment, because I knew our, my success rate with kids was over ninety-five
percent.

   My finger penetrated Dana lightly as Lyn and I held her close to us,
Dana's mouth reaching to suck on one of Marilyn's matronly but shapely
breasts, a smile coming to both their faces as she did.

   "What do you want to do with Dana, Marilyn?...you know her are-exx, no
proscriptions, as long as we have a minimum of twenty minutes of direct
sexual contact with her, anything either of us wishes to do with her is
okay..."

   "I want to stick my tongue in her little pussy, Eric..."

   "Then by all means do so, Marilyn!..." I smiled back.

   She scooted between Dana's legs as I scooted up on my knees and knelt
forward a little so as to put my now-hard cock at Dana's mouth, she without
a word opening up and beginning a slow practiced suck of it as Lyn did the
same to her pussy.  Dana's expression changed from one of being blank to a
smile.  She was obviously enjoying it, as best her limited consciousness
would allow.

   Marilyn's face was now moving up and down a lot on the vertical as she
licked our littlest patient's pudenda.

   "God, Eric..." Marilyn half-exclaimed half-mumbled "...I've waited my
whole life for this moment!..."

   "I know, Lyn, I know..."

   She turned her body a little so that her free hand could find her pussy
to masturbate herself as her oralling of Dana continued.  I wanted to fuck
Marilyn but my hard beyond ragging now from Dana's suck of me also wanted
to fuck Dana.  Tapping Lyn on the shoulder I motioned for her to scoot to
one side.  Marilyn moved around to lay beside Dana and hold her, hold her
close and help her be still as I maneuvered to between her legs and gently
started probing her enlarged but still tiny four almost five-year-old slit,
Marilyn grabbing my cock and helping work it a little so that my thickness
could ease inside.

   We didn't have but ten minutes left by then.  I didn't need it.  With
Marilyn rubbing Dana's almost imperceptibly small clit as best she could
and about half my length inside her finally, finally I came.  And came. 
And came.  Lyn pulled my cock out of our patient with a "plop" and licked
the residue from our therapy with her off my shaft.

   "Didn't you want Dana to give you some, too?" I asked.

   "Yeah, but we're almost out of time...I'll catch it next therapy session
with her..."

   As we handed Dana back over to Mrs.  Somerville, our next patient, an
eight-year-old boy named David Cooke, was already in the waiting foyer with
his mother (who didn't participate in his particular therapy modality)
along three or four older men who were patients-in-waiting for "the girls".
David bolted up from his chair and gave me a big hug.

   "Hi Eric!" he gleefully exclaimed.

   "Hi to you too, buddy-roo...hey, what's going on?..."

   "He's just had an especially hard week, Mr.  Woods, his father had a
supervised visit with him last weekend and it upset him teribbly..." his
mother explaining for her son.

   "...well, we'll take care of him, won't we, Marilyn?...oh, David, Mrs.
Cooke, this is Marilyn, my new co-therapist that is taking the place of
Alexa, who has now moved on..."

   "....good to meet you, Marilyn...Mrs.?..."

   "...just Marilyn...and it's good to meet you too, Mrs.  Cooke...Eric,
Master David, ready?"

   Marilyn did her Principle Of Possession ritual with her new charge
perfectly.  David had been in the therapy now for six months with Alexa and
I and had been making remarkable progress recovering from the abuse his
father had put him through.  With the change in any kind of long-term
relationship, especially like that of between therapist and patient,
there's always a chance the chemistry just won't be the same after the
change.  But as Marilyn lightly sucked on his little cock as his feet kept
his legs splayed open in the stirrups and played with his undescended
ballsack some he seemed very relaxed, almost as relaxed as he had normally
been with Alexa and I.

   "Time for your enema, now, Sport, then therapy..."

   "Awwwww, Eric, you know I hate that!"

   "I know, Sport, but you know it's necessary...want Marilyn to do it?..."

   "Sure!...will you Marilyn?..."

   "Of course Master David, of course!"

   I stood near them in the treatment room's bathroom as Marilyn worked the
Fleet nozzle inside his little bum, squeezed, had him release the contents
from his bowels into the commode, then washed and dried his bottom like she
had done it a hundred times.  With two kids grown, maybe she had.

   "Marilyn does it a lot better than you, Eric!" David gently chided me.

   "C'mere, you!..." said as I tousled his short blond hair a little while
pulling him to a hug and Marilyn joining in as we walked the few paces to
the treatment bed.

   After six months of biweekly therapy, he knew the routine by heart now.
As he scooted on the edge of the bed, Lyn and I stood before him and
dropped the labcoats which hid our nakedness underneath.  David inched his
way closer to Marilyn.

   "May I touch you some, Miss Marilyn?"

   "Yes, a little, David...you know how the therapy's supposed to go,
though...first Eric, then myself, then both..."

   "Yeah, I know..." his hands groping and squeezing Lyn's breasts and
trying to open her legs up to get at her pussy some "...you're very pretty
Marilyn, as pretty as Alexa was..."

   "Thank you, David!...now it's time..."

   David moved a couple of pillows around and laid back on them against the
headboard as I lay down beside him, my hands roaming over his nude body his
touch reciprocating mine.

   "So this past weekend didn't go well at all, hu, Sport?"

   "Nope...I mean...with you Eric, this is fun, but Dad was mean to me when
I was little, he hurt me a lot..."

   "...I know Sport...but let's not think about this past weekend...you're
here to have fun and let Marilyn and I help you get better...'K?..."

   "...'K, Eric..." he smiled as I gently jacked his three-inch hard as a
nail peter off and he played with mine some.

   While I don't think I have gotten over my homophobia even yet, not a
hundred percent at least, and don't think I would ever become truly
passionate about guy-guy or therapist-younger boy sex, not like how I let
myself go a lot of times most of the time and enjoy my time with younger
girls or women, over the past two years I had learned to relax more and
more especially with younger male patients and just let things happen and
within the confines the therapy Rx enjoy myself as times presented
themselves.

   David rolled closer as I held him in my arms as my hand now felt his
member fully engorged while my j-o of him continued.  Marilyn was just
behind me, observing, not participating, as was called for in David's
treatment protocol.  I slid down and took his cock in my mouth.  His hips
moved to a gentle rhythm.  Even at a year or two or three before actual
puberty he could ejaculate, and ejaculate at least two or three cc in
volume.  But he needed to save his come for Marilyn.

   "Time for your anal, Sport..."

   He didn't protest, hadn't since the first couple of times way back when.
Marilyn moved a couple of pillows under his butt as he moved to lay flatter
and I rolled a condom on my fully hard own cock and dropped a daub of lube
on it before working a bit more around his rectum and inside the first inch
or so of his sphincter.  Starting my own thrusting shallow at first, most
of my length was soon inside him, his tightness grabbing and holding for
all it's worth.  His smile got bigger as my pace picked up.  I didn't hold
back.  No point to doing so, I was enjoying, he was enjoying, it was okay
within his treatment modality.  Holding his hips firmly I thrusted even
deeper a few times inside his colon, and came.  Marilyn just looked at us
both, smiled, and kissed us both on the lips.

   "Time for you to be with me, David..." she cooed.

   "Can I butt-fuck you, Miss Marilyn?"

   "Sure, David, that would be nice..."

   She slipped a latex finger cot on his raging hard and dropped to all
fours before him.  I helped him lube her ass up and went around to shove my
now now-drooping member in front of her face, she taking it orally politely
as his tailslam of her worked higher.  I knew that no bigger than he was
she could barely feel him inside her but she put a good show without
over-doing it, a few moans and sighs but no throes of faux passion.  After
ten or fifteen minutes he still hadn't come.

   "Why don't you have sex with me the 'regular' way?" she inquired, he
accepting as they moved around some and she pulled his smallish latex
sheath off, wiping him down with an antiseptic towlette.

   She leaned against the headboard and he crawled up between her legs, his
finger-sized member almost getting lost inside her pussy.  I could tell she
was trying to clamp down as best she could to try to give him friction. 
Another five then ten minutes then still no orgasm from him.  Maybe it was
the fact she wasn't Alexa and was new to him.  Dr.  Nick and I had
anticipated that things like this would happen during the transition.  She
had an inspiration.

   "Why don't you fuck my titties, David?...would you like that?..."

   "Uhhhhh...I guess so...I never did that with Alexa...sure...I'll try..."

   She had him lay back down and lean on some pillows as she pivoted
around, her hands squeezing her breasts against his cock, she encouraging
him to thrust some as she also licked the head of his penis as it came near
enough to her for her to reach it.  Another five minutes of that and still
nothing.  I was ready to call an early end to things.

   "C'mon, Sport, let me finish you..." I instructed, taking Lyn's place,
sucking him vigorously like I knew he liked, my head bobbing up and down at
a furious pace, he coming easily in my mouth.  The whole point of his
treatment regimen was to reorient him away from male-male sex that he had
suffered at the hand of his father and towards hetero sex with women.  He
still had a long way to go, sadly.

   Our next patient wasn't ours, it was Marilyn's alone.  I really did
throw her a sneaky curveball on the outside of the plate.

   Out in the waiting room besides the next couple of older guy patients
waiting to see Brenda and Carolyn were Matthew Langston, a decent-looking
fellow in his mid-thirties, and Miss Cathleen Turner, a perky
fourteen-year-old with wavy brunette hair, green eyes, and nicely
handfulled 32B breasts.  Matthew, Mr.  Langston, was a long-time client of
Emily's, he having been one of her first patients and still saw her twice
monthly for treatment of his inorgasmia, or inability to achieve orgasm by
any means.  There were no erectile dysfunction problems, i.e.  he could
become very hard very quickly, he simply could never come once he did, and
had been this way since his days of compulsive masturbation when he was in
his teens.  While handsome, I never thought about it until Eem and I and
Brenda and Carolyn and Alexa were all just friendly chatting one night
upstairs and Emily mentioned that she would almost pay - him - to see her,
that he was one hunk of a guy and with his inorgasmia lasted hard through
the whole hour of treatment.  Brenda then chimed in that she had seen him,
as had the other two as he waited in the reception area in times past and
they all agreed they'd almost pay him to screw them, just because he was so
handsome.  He did look a lot like the actor George Clooney, but myself I'd
only rate him maybe a seven on a scale of one to ten.  Anyway, with Dr. 
Nick's permission Mr.  Langston became another curveball to throw at
Marilyn.

   "Mr.  Langston, Matthew, correct?, I'm sorry but there's been a mix-up
this morning...I know you were supposed to see Emily like you normally do
but Dr.  Nick scheduled her to see Cathleen here..."

   "He did?!?..." Emily flabbergasted.

   "...uh-hu...her and myself...and accidentally scheduled our newest
associate, Marilyn here, to be with you...you don't mind do you?...I'd have
hell to explain and pay with Dr.  Nick otherwise...if you really mind we
can call him now and try to straighten this out..."

   "No, Eric, Mr.  Woods, I don't mind..." suspecting that this was a bit
of a set-up but apparently not caring.

   "He did?!?..." Marilyn also chorused in late "...well, Mr.  Langston..."

   "...if you don't mind..."

   "...I don't, Marilyn..."

   "...let's go with this for this week, I'm sure Eric will straighten
things out by next time..."

   "...I will..."

   "...Marilyn, you use our treatment room, Emily, let's take Cathleen to
yours...you go ahead and take her back, I'll join you two shortly..."

   As Eem and Cathleen disappeared into her office slash treatment room, I
scooted back to my private office between the two hallways and fixed one of
the constant-looping VCR's onto the four cameras in my treatment room where
Marilyn was already POP'ing (Principle Of Possession-ing) Matthew per "the
book".  I could tell she thought him handsome.  She needed to go with her
feelings and jump his bones and fuck him senseless or at least try to since
that was okay within his treatment protocols.  The cameras all clicked
their one shot per second recordings as the audio portion was laid down
live.  If she merely jacked him off or oralled him only, that wouldn't be a
good sign.  Maybe expected, she was still new to all this after all, but I
had to see for myself.  As I came into Eem's treatment room she was waiting
for me, since by procedure we had to POP our patient together.  I enjoyed
my times with Cathleen.  No real problems, just a high negative self-image
that Dr.  Nick thought could be helped by our efforts.  And any excuse I
had to be with Emily, so much the better.

   I really, really wanted Emily to be my co-therapist instead of someone
else new after Alexa left, but test after test showed that she didn't like
pre-adolescents all that much and they really didn't like her, either, so
much to my chagrin her non-empathy for those younger than teen-agers ruled
her out from being my 24/7 therapy and bedmate.  Damn.

   POP'ing Cathleen and moving over to the bed with her, Eem was very happy
to be with her, another female, as her therapist since all she did all day
usually was look at, touch, suck, fuck and otherwise have cocks in her face
and inside her body all day.  She knew she could do whatever she and I
wished with her.  It didn't take her long.

   "Cathleen, you're so very pretty!"

   "Thank you...uummm...Emily..."

   "Yes, Emily, and you're welcome...would you like for me to give some
nice head to start with?..."

   "....yes, Emily, that'd be nice..."

   The two of them rolled around so that Eem could eat her without
straining her neck.  I didn't want Cathleen, I wanted Eem, so I rolled her
enough up to get her butt jacked high enough so that I could easily access
her cunt.  She was sopping wet already from eating out her new patient as
my member slid in.  My hands cupped and played with those perfect 38DD
Hooters-girl breasts as my screwing of her picked up, Eem turning a little
to flash me a smile like "it's okay, not a problem, enjoy yourself, I am".

   For the rest of the treatment hour Emily's mouth didn't leave Cathleen's
pussy, even when I moved Eem around some to make fucking her easier for me.
Damn, I never get tired of that woman.  Five minutes to go for both
treatment hours, ours and also Marilyn and Matthew's.  Quickly throwing my
labcoat back on and running back to my office I scanned the time-lapse tape
and sure enough much to my delight, Marilyn hadn't held back at all, had
sucked then fucked and fucked and fucked her patient for all she was worth,
just like his normal therapist Emily always did.

   And then it was lunch.



   That afternoon was a slightly different therapy session from most. 
Normally, for some reason unknown to me, only two or three adult male
sexual offenders ever had crossed my caseload.  Perhaps this was because my
practice usually concerned victims, not perpetrators of sexual abuse.  What
perpetrators I had treated were as implied almost always women, and usually
mothers of the victims.  Maybe judges and Dr.  Nick and others simply had a
much harsher attitude towards male perps than female ones.

   In any case two different adult men were on the schedule for the
afternoon.  First was John Todd, a divorced middle-age locally prominent
businessman who had been caught kissing and touching a nine-year-old girl
in a public park while under the influence of some controlled substance,
not like that was any excuse.  His regimen was of "orientation
redirection", or getting him to focus and sexualize about adult rather than
pre-pubescent females.  His therapy had been on-going for six months with
Alexa and DD and myself.

   "John, this is Marilyn, she's taking the place of Alexa ...  "

   "Yes, we spoke on the phone earlier ...  "

   "Good to meet you, John ...  DD's already in the treatment room, shall
we get started?"

   Marilyn did a perfect job of POP'ing (Principle Of Possession'ing) him,
bring him aroused but not too much so, DD and I doing our slight POP of him
as well.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, DeeDee came over to him and
dropped her therapy robe to the floor, her slight but pretty naked
nine-year-old body before his slightly flabby middle-age mass.

   "Hi DeeDee, it's good to be with you again ...  "

   "You too, Mr.  Todd ...  what would you like to do? ...  "

   " ...  would you suck me like usual, DD, then have Marilyn join us
before I spend time with her by herself? ...  "

   " ...  sure ...  "

   DD knelt down before him and took his rising member into her mouth, his
eyes rolling back into his eyeball sockets.  Lyn and I crawled on the bed
to be as close to them without disturbing them.  DD smiled at us as her
suck on our patient continued.

   " ...  DeeDee? ..."

   " ...  yes, Mr.  Todd? ...  "

   " ...  what about if you and Marilyn get on all fours beside each other
...  I'll start with you and finish with her ...  "

   "That would be appropriate, John" I interjected, taking command of the
moment as was my responsibility.

   John Todd squirted around as Marilyn and DD bunched next to each other
side-to-side their heads down in the pillows as he first just rammed his
cock home inside Dee without so much as a polite word of warning, fucked
her for a good five or ten minutes, then accidentally popped his cork
inside her, something he knew he wasn't supposed to do.  Marilyn handled
the situation perfectly.

   "DeeDee, it looks like Mr.  Todd did a no-no ...  you can leave now ...
Eric and I will take it from here ...  "

   As she sat on the bed with he and I, she gently scolded him.

   "Mr.  Todd, John, you know that if you don't successfully complete your
therapy you'll be going to jail ...  "

   "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry ...  "

   " ...  so, what are we going to do about this? ...  "

   " ...  I don't know ...  "

   " ...  why don't you just lay on top of me a while, we still have over
half an hour to go, and just relax some ...  "

   His arms reached around Marilyn's shoulders and held her closer and
closer to him as they just lay there.  I put a 60's oldies CD in the stereo
and the Byrds began playing "Turn!  Turn!  Turn!".  He seemed to relax
more. A hard-on popped up as Lyn directed him to suck on her breasts as
they held each other closer still.  I licked his cock a little to get him
even firmer and then held it at the entrance to Marilyn's vagina, softly
urging him to enter her which he did.

   "You feel so soft and warm, Marilyn ...  "

   "Thank you, John ...  go ahead and come again if you can, come inside me
if you can , if you can ...  "

   His pace picked up for a moment and then he indeed did come.  In six
months with Alexa and Dee and me he had only been able to achieve orgasm
with Alexa less than half a dozen times and now he was achieving it the
very first time with Lyn.  That was a very hopeful sign indeed.

   Our next patient was a fifteen-year-old girl with a garden variety
problem with inorgasmia that just loved having Marilyn with her, and then
it was our last patients of the day, a Mr.  Griffin Williams and his
ten-year-old daughter Bridget.  Mr.  Williams' wife had been the primary
molester of their daughter for the previous four years prior to her
recently getting caught and sent to a psychiatric institute for long-term
care (Dr.  Nick said that within the next year she would probably become a
patient of mine) but since she also recruited her husband to join in "the
fun" some of the times he also had to undergo at least some sort of
therapy. Our focus wasn't so much on him as it was her, re-directing her
focus away from her dad.

   They both went through the standard procedures and were lead over to the
therapy bed.  Marilyn directed the initial time between Bridget and her dad
like a movie director on a set.

   "That's good, Griffin ...  you do give Bridget oral sex so well ...  "
Bridget giggling a little at that remark as her dad licked away " ...  now,
Bridget Dear, move over to me and give me some head, please ...  " she
scooting out from under him and rolling over to prop up on her elbows
between Lyn's legs.

   Gently grabbing her hips, I worked them up to where her ass was exposed
and easily entered her as she gave Marilyn some head, her dad easing away
so his daughter could focus on us and not him.  In the three months of
therapy prior Bridget had exhibited a high comfort level with anything and
everything Alexa and I had done with and to her therapy-wise and today was
no different.

   "Bridget Dear, let Eric lie down and you get on top of him, okay?"

   As we all switched places, Griffin who had a raging hard-on asked
Marilyn for some relief she agreeing.  As my sweet little 10-year-old
patient slide down atop my cock my hands roughly playing with her egg-sized
nubs of breasts as she did, Marilyn and Griffin retreated away from the
treatment bed and to the couch in the reception area of the treatment room
where sitting down together she leaned over and gave him a truly
fully-trained blowjob as they both watch Bridg' and I complete our therapy
together, my hands gripping and fairly slamming her smallish frame down on
me as I came.  And that was it for Marilyn's first day.

   The rest of the week was relatively uneventful therapy-wise or
personal-wise for Marilyn.  She really did have a knack for bodyworking, I
will give Dr.  Nick credit for that, for recommending her.

   The weekend promised to a special treat for her and I both.  I didn't
tell her about it until the Thursday before, just to make sure she was
indeed settling in okay which she more than was.  As I've mentioned before,
sometimes Dr.  Nick arranges "busman holidays" for myself and whomever
happens to be my partner then, arranges for usually a weekend with a family
that either is currently practicing incest openly or more commonly we
meaning my therapy partner and I introduce the entire family to what we
call open sexuality, where all members of a family are introduced to all
forms of sexuality and they can take it from there, almost always under the
watchful talking-therapy eye, pardon the mixed metaphor, of Dr.  Nick.

   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.  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 and Alison looked like their parents, like
were individual parts 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.
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 were for 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 ...  "

   " ...  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 prot�g�.

   "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 pulled 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 it 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?"





   <b> Marilyn's First Busman's Holiday Weekend ~ Chapter 23 </b>





   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 Alison, 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 prot�g�.

   "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 re-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 how 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 prot�g� 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 drooped.  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 in to
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 with 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 knew 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 your 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 off 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 dresser 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- be nice!"

   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 lovers 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 a 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 up 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
in 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.

   It 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.

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

   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 home 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 shouted back politely.

   "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 " . . .  'you ready now?"

   "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 wide 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.



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