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Disclaimer:  This has sex in here somewhere.  It also has other stuff,
too.

Note:  This story is dedicated to a great bunch of writers, who call
alt.sex.stories and the Internet in general their home.  I'd like to
take a moment and mention one or two things before you read the story.
It has come to my attention that a great writer has ceased to post her
stories to her web site because of the callous efforts of a few fellow
assholes stealing her work.  I just wanted to mention that writing is
hard work, so please respect the efforts of the writer in general and
follow their requests on posting and reposting stories.  Moreover, if
you do repost stories, then keep the author's name and information
attached to the story.   It is just common sense.  I mean why would
you want to piss off the people who write for free?   

-Hawk

Comments are appreciated
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As the Paige Turns: The Second Coming (Cumming)

(c)Hawk Richards 10/21/97

By Hawk Richards Hawkrds@aol.com






Paige waited in breathless anticipation for her next patient to
arrive.  Jack, or rather Mr. Anderson, was scheduled to arrive soon at
the designated time and he would relate how he was coping with his
auditory/sex story fetish.  She had to flesh out the details of his
obsession, and she hoped that she didn't have too many of the symptoms
herself.  She noted the time on her dainty wristwatch said that she
had only 15 minutes until she was able to learn more about the
intriguing case of Jack Anderson. "He certainly is good looking," she
thought, "but perhaps it is the fact he loves written erotica, too!"
She always thought men just looked at girly magazines.  

"Dr. Grey, Mr. Anderson is here for his scheduled appointment," buzzed
her secretary.

"Send him in please, Rose."  

He entered with the familiar businesslike strut he had on his previous
visit.   She noticed his nicely tailored suit.  "I just love a well
dressed man," she thought, but quickly caught her slip from correct
doctor/patient protocol to that of a schoolgirl crush.  She
concentrated on the case.  If it was not so crippling to his marriage,
she would have foound the situation almost humorous.  He could only
get aroused when he heard the buzz and screech of a modem.  "Simple
cause and effect," she thought.  "He must have read a lot of sexy
stories to cause such a deviant sexual problem."

"Hello, Jack.  Please have a seat," she said.

"Thank you," he replied.

"Well, Jack, tell me about your week since our last session?"

She absent-mindedly flipped her hair in a provocative way, but noticed
the mistake as soon as she made it.  His eyes were riveted; he licked
his parched lips in frustration.  "I trust you took my advice?" she
asked.

He blushed and rearranged himself into a more comfortable position.
"Um, yes.   Yes, I did."

"Please, don't be shy.  I am here to help.  Continue.  How did it go?"

"Well, I told my wife," he paused, collecting his thought. 

"How did she take it?" Paige asked.  Her eyes slowly fell to his
tented trousers.  "Hmm, If he is erect now, then that is a good sign!"
she thought.  

"She wasn't pleased, at first, but I convinced her to give it a try,"
he said.

"Excellent, but what did you convince her to try?" She smiled.

"Oh, to read the newsgroups, of course.  But, I had trouble finding a
good story on alt.sex.stories," he admitted.

"Oh, really?  Did you try the moderated group?  Less Spam there," she
confided, trying to conceal her face as she blushed.  She briefly
thought about all the sexy subject lines Spammers liked to use and she
felt a lot like Sam from, "Sam's Bad Day" as thoughts of sperm burping
women and girls begging for cock filled her head.  Of course, that
silly spam contest didn't help either.   "Damn that Malinov guy!  Now
I will never look at spam the same way again!" she thought.   

"Yes, we found some excellent stories there.  Have you ever heard of
Taria?" he asked, which caused Paige to suddenly blush. 

"Um, yes.  She is good.  I mean, I have read her stories.  Well, a
couple of them," she said, fumbling around with the correct wording to
acknowledge that she had; in fact, read all of her stories.  "She even
has a web page now of her own!" she thought happily to herself; in
fact, her stories passed the wet panty test with flying colors.

"My wife seemed to enjoy that story," he said.

"Oh, which story.  I mean, what was the story about?" she asked.

"An Insatiable Flirt," I believe," he said, reminiscing about the both
the erotic nature of the story and the effects upon his somewhat
prudish wife.  

"Why did you pick that story?" she asked, remembering Anne747 had
written that piece, perhaps he meant the related story, "Computer
Flirt."  She didn't want him to know the extent of her own obsession,
so she didn't correct him.  Both writers could write a damn good
story.  Too bad some assholes had ruined it for everyone by stealing
and posting Anne's stories without her permission.  

"I always thought my wife was an insatiable flirt herself; in fact,
that is what appealed to me when I first met her.  Although, she
seemed to change after we were married."

"Ah, I see.  Is your wife, bi-sexual?" she asked politely, thinking
about being shipwrecked on an island with just Anne 747, Kim, Taria,
BronwenSm and herself.  The thought caused her to squirm in her seat
as her heart began to beat faster.

"Uh, well.  I didn't think she was, but she did like that story a lot.
That surprised me," he said.

"Why did it surprise you?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Well, I would think that she would have told me something like that,"
he said.

"I see.  Although, didn't we have a discussion during the last visit
about your marriage's lack of communication?  I think, perhaps, that
your decision to get your wife involved with your interest in reading
alt.sex.stories has been very good.  At least, you two are learning
more about each other than you already did."

"True, but I was very shocked at finding that particularly piece of
information out."

"Yes, I suppose you're right, but do you have a problem with your
wife's curiosity?"

"No, in fact, it kind of arouses me as well."

"Arouses you?" she asked, looking at his bulging crotch.  

"Yes, it made me very aroused.  Like now," he said, as blushed.  "But,
I must admit, this is a very special occurrence.  Even after, I made
love to her as she read the story to me.  I couldn't "get it up"
later, when we weren't at the computer.  I think…I think I needed the
sound of the modem.  Does that mean I am a deviant?" he asked. 

"No, it doesn't make you are a deviant, it just means that you have a
small problem, which seems to be getting better."

"Ah, good," he said, relaxing.  His hand almost fondled himself
through his pants before he realized where he was and became
frightened that she would object at such a bold, obscene gesture.

"Please, do whatever makes you feel comfortable, Jack.  I am your
therapist." She reassured him.

Paige quickly drummed up the courage to go forth with her questions,
knowing that they would reveal her passion and her own obsession with
sex stories.   She caught him looking at her bosom, and knew that he
must have taken her previous advice to heart because it showed he
still had interest in women outside of an erotic story, which was both
good and bad.  She didn't want to create a rift in his recovery from
his obsession by becoming a sexual object to him.  "No, I have to do
this right," she thought.

"How long after your marriage did you start reading alt.sex.stories?"
she asked, thinking it might have had something to do with the change
in his wife's behavior also.  It just seemed reasonable that if he
spent most of his time on the Internet, then his marriage would suffer
some.

"Oh, I think it was about a month after the Wedding.  We bought it so
that I would be able to do some work at home.  Although, I never
really did get much work done on it.  The Internet was too appealing."

"Do you think that the time you spent on the 'net' could have put a
damper on your love life?  At least with your wife, that is," she
said, conjuring up an image of him with his pants around his ankles
reading an Ann Douglas story.   Or maybe he was a fan of M1KE HUNT?
She giggled at the verbal pun. Perhaps, he had read about the Allen
sisters.  On the other hand, maybe he liked Tooshoos because he writes
all about superhero sex.  Paige knew she shouldn't be thinking about
such things, but thought that it would be nice to find out who his
favorite authors were, just to get an idea of what kind of problems or
obsession that he really had.  

"What appealed to you the most?"

"Oh, that's an easy one.  The stories."

"That's right you tend to read all the sex stories?  Or do you have a
favorite author or authors?" she asked, waiting for the answer to fall
from his lips.

"Are you sure you want to know?" he asked.

"Of course, it will help me to understand your situation better." 

She had a moment of hesitation at his apprehension, she wondered if he
was even more deviant than she had imagined.  Although, that seemed
unlikely because he had told her that he liked comic book character
stories in the last session.   She started to envision him in just a
cape, strutting his stuff and impersonating a naked Batman or Robin
with his enlarged member bouncing with each throb of his heartbeat.  

"I like slut wife stories the most," he said.

"That is interesting," she said, thinking that it was quite ironic.

"I am just a plain man, really.  I am not into really kinky stuff."

Paige's mind started wandering, but her mind perked up at the mention
of one of her favorite authors, Plainman.  

"What do you think is kinky?"

"Well, I don't know.  I don't like snuff stories or non-consensual sex
too much.  Although, I have read some of them.  They are actually
written well sometimes."

Paige was starting to say her "I see's, I understand's and all
right's" again, just to keep the dialogue flowing.  She liked that he
was not too excited by NC stories or snuff stories in particular.  She
had read a few, but couldn't get into the fantasy herself.  However,
she did find them well written as he had mentioned.

"Hawk Richards."

"I am sorry?  Whom?" she asked.

He writes stories.  I like em, too," he said.

"Oh yes, I believe I have read one of his or two," she said, becoming
more comfortable mentioning her own activities.  Actually, she didn't
really care for Hawk's stories that much.  They made her too aroused.    

"There are so many," he said.

"Oh, I am so sorry.  They do have such flamboyant pseudonyms
sometimes, don't they?" she said.

"Yes, I like My Cunt," he said.

"And you don't like mine?" she asked, while laughing and allowing some
bawdy humor at his pun to clear some of the tension from the office.

"Yeah, it's easier to remember a good name, rather than if they had
one like anonymous or something," he said.

"What authors do you like?" he asked.

"Well, I usually give any story the wet panty test," she said,
paraphrasing Anne 747's own words.

She threw out all semblance of proper doctor/patient ethics and
started to unbutton blouse.  Her hands wandered to her breasts and
caressed the ivory mounds through the lacy brassiere.  She licked her
lips sensuously.  

"Please, get comfortable, Mr. Anderson," she said, unclasping her
brassiere, which let her ample breasts free to jiggle and quake with
each heaving breath.
  

Jack fumbled with his zipper, and finally released his erect penis
from the confines of his briefs.  He sat there, staring at Paige with
his mouth open.   He absent-mindedly fondled himself; rubbing his
hand, up and down, his shaft. 
 

Paige, holding her breasts in her hands, had started to spread her
legs behind her desk.  She didn't fight the urge to pinch her nipples,
and her eyes started to daze into a look of all consumed lust, much
like Jack's drooling daze.  

:"What, what stories do you like to read?" asked Jack with a stutter.  

"Oh, I love to read a good fuck story, but it has to have some
semblance of a plot," she said.

He started to get up to touch her, hold her, and possibly make love to
her, but Paige motioned for him to stay there.  "After all," she
thought, "He was a married man."

"No touching, ok?" she said.

He stopped fondling himself in dismay.  And, a look of pity came over
Paige's face.

"I meant no touching each other, Jack.  Please, feel free to touch
yourself; in fact, I prefer it." 

Jack started to masturbate lazily.  His long slow strokes proved that
he was a reader of many sex stories.  "Look at his ability to tease
himself.  If he was just interested in orgasm, then he probably
wouldn't have been able to read through an entire story," she thought.

"Does it feel good?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh yes, but…" he said.

"But?  But what?  Would you like me to touch you?" she asked with a
credulous look.  He had seemed to understand the rules.

"No.  I was wondering if I could, I mean if you could let me see your
. . ." he said, letting his voice drop to a whisper.

Paige understood.  She hoisted herself out of her chair and positioned
herself directly oppisite him, sitting on the edge of the desk,
pulling up her skirt, and allowing him to see her panties with a wet
spot that showed her arousal.   He could smell her scent in the air
his hand started to move faster, sometimes just rubbing the head, but
mostly pumping up and down.  

"Just remember, you must never talk to anyone about this, ok?" she
said seriously.

"Of course, I would never tell a soul." 

"I think we have proved that you can be aroused by an outside source,
other than a sex story.  What do you think?" she said.

"Yes," he said.  "Our time is not up is it?" he asked.

"No, I think we have a couple minutes left," she said, fingering her
panty covered sex.  He could easily see her fingers rub along the
outlined ravine of her slit.  She couldn't take the torture any longer
and pulled aside the small wisp of cloth covering her womanhood.  He
was given the sight of a neatly trimmed mound and glistening labia.
Her fingers sought out her small nubbin and rubbed gently at it then
trailed a finger down to her open lips, dipping in to the moist hole.
As her finger slid in, he started to moan at the sight.  After her
finger pulled back out, she used her now moist finger to spread her,
own natural lubrication around her exposed sex.  Her finger diddled
her clitoris slowly, causing her breathe in deep heaving breaths.  Her
breasts were not forgotten and her left hand caressed and squeezed her
perfect ivory mounds.  

She opened her eyes to see the effect it had upon her patient, and saw
him panting.  He was close to coming.  She egged him on by moaning
louder, hoping the secretary couldn't hear them through the large oak
door.  

He started to groan and his eyes clenched shut as his body started to
stiffen.   A large spurt of semen flew two feet through the air and
landed by her foot.   The rest of the explosive fluid oozed out down
his shaft after two more spurts, each almost as powerful.  

Paige pet her own sex, luxuriating in the sight, then stood, letting
her dress slink back down her long legs.  As she was buttoning her
blouse, she said, "I will let you compose yourself, then I must ask
you to leave.  It seems we over ran our time this session, ok?"

"Um, yes," he said.

"I think we made a big break through today.  I am very pleased," she
said.

"You won't tell my wife?" he said.

"Jack, of course not.  We have client/patient issues that do not allow
me to tell anyone about your therapy."

"Oh, that's good."

"It is just therapy, though." She smiled.
 
She buttoned her blouse and allowed him to escape the office.  She was
very proud of her work and knew that before long, he might be cured,
but she had not been able to orgasm herself.  The revelation caused
her to quickly turn on her laptop.  Perhaps, she could find a good
story.  "Maybe, just maybe," she thought, "Hawk Richards has a new
story.  God, that man can write erotica."   

Paige stared at the cum stain on the floor and recalled the desperate
look in her patient's eyes as he pumped his hand, up and down, his
member.  She started to moan as her finger delved deeper into her soft
folds.  Her finger made squishing noises in her wet portal as it
pistoned -- in and out -- making her groan at her own wanton behavior,
as she desperately sought release.  

She imagined being on her knees in front of him, positioning herself
between his outstretched legs, looking up into his eyes, and casting
away any doubt that that wasn't the therapy, she wanted to give.

She wondered if he would be able to stand the pleasure if she had
taken him into her mouth --suckled the hardened flesh between her lips
-- as she tasted his semi-bitter liquid, which seeped from the eye of
his manhood.  She dipped her finger in her own arousal that drooled
from her sex and rubbed it on her excited clit.  The feeling of the
direct contact sent a spasm of pure pleasure throughout her body,
tingling.

As she heard the telltale sound of the modem buzzing, she reached the
pinnacle of her arousal and climaxed.  Her whole body shook with
sexual energy while her hips gyrated and she pressed her mound into
her hand as she brought herself off for the first time that afternoon.
She smiled to herself, when she thought of all the lovely stories
waiting to be read.  "After all," she thought, "I have all afternoon."

__ Author's Note:  This story was written with the express purpose to
amuse and titillate.  So, if any feelings are hurt, then I apologize.  

Second Note:  If there were any blunders within the text concerning
such things as names and titles, then just e-mail the corrections.
Also, there were many more authors and alt.sex.stories participants I
wanted to include, but I thought I would save them for another story.
Actually, I couldn't think of any way to include them this time.

Third Note:  If you did not understand some of the references in the
above story, get turned on by this story, or if you think that I
should mind my own business and write about something else, also if
you haven't a clue what I am talking about, then I suggest the
following:  1.) Look for stories by some of the authors mentioned, 2.)
Don't worry about it, 3.) Look up satire in the dictionary.  4.) Read
a.s.s and a.s.s.m more often.

Fourth note:  You can find more of hawk's stories at his website:
Hawk Richards' Storyboard http://members.aol.com/hawkrds

Hawk Richards Hawkrds@aol.com http://members.aol.com/hawkrds

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