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The LIfe and Loves of Jared Jackson
by Jared Jackson (jaredjackson749@yahoo.com)

***

My name is Jared Jackson. As I write this, I'm a 
seventy-four year-old man looking back over my life and 
the many loves I have known. Here I sit alone, but 
satisfied, setting down the factual account of my sexual 
encounters that closely mimicked the sexual revolution 
that turned society upside down. I'll start at the time 
when I became alive sexually, well almost. (FFM, inc, 
bi, herm, oral, anal, mc)

***

Part Five: Forty Plus

The day after my fortieth birthday and the party thrown 
by my girls, a woman wandered into our office. The night 
before had been an orgy of food, wine and sex. Sienna 
and Suzie had come over and by the time we finally 
dropped off in exhaustion, I had sampled everyone in 
every position possible. That's why I had been dragging 
my ass around all morning and why I wasn't very excited 
when Chrissie came running up the stairs and announced 
that one of my fans was downstairs inquiring about me. 
"Someone I know?" I asked. 

"No, but she knows my song and she thinks it's hers."

"You mean, Always You?"

"Yeah, like I said, I'm the 'you' in the song and she 
thinks she is. Cicely is her name."

"Send her up. We'll see how she stacks up."

"Oh she'll stack up alright I'm sure... like thirty 
eight d's. Keep your eyes on her lips."

I was immediately smitten when she walked into the room. 
As Chrissie said, she had a pair, but I dutifully looked 
at her lips which were large and succulent, outlining a 
wide and generous mouth. She had beautiful wide blue 
eyes and flaxen hair that curled over her shoulders, 
definitely mid-west. She had wide child-bearing hips 
with a small waist and trim legs.

I held my hand out to her and introduced myself. "Hi 
Cicely, I'm Jared." Her hands were moist and warm and 
her body trembled slightly as our hands met. I put my 
other hand over our clasped ones, "Are you OK?"

"Fine...it's just that... when I was in high school, I 
had a big crush on you and... I mean... man I'm making a 
big fool of myself. I followed your career, had big 
posters of you on the wall of my bedroom. I saw all your 
appearances on the late night TV shows and American 
Bandstand. I tried to see you in person when you were on 
a local sock-hop dance show, but they whisked you in and 
out. I went home so disappointed. I moped around for 
weeks. And to see you... in the flesh..." she trembled 
again.

To calm her I made small talk, "I had a friend named 
Cicely in high school, we called her Cil, is that OK?"

"Yeah, Cil's good. I'm sorry I got off to a bad start. 
I'll pay you whatever your going rate is. I just want to 
spend some time with you." 

"I pulled her to me in a big hug that mashed those tatas 
against my chest and felt instant heat. I tried to hold 
her away from the growing tent in my trousers. "Don't be 
silly, charge one of my biggest fans? No way, that one 
hundred an hour is for sex therapy. You don't need that 
do you?"

She smiled seductively, "Maybe... I'll tell you my story 
and you tell me yours."

"Alright, but I encourage you to be frank and use the 
words you want. Don't hold anything back." Something 
told me I was going to enjoy this. I started to perk up. 
Here's what she told me:

Like I said, I was a senior in high school when I first 
heard Always You on the radio. I wanted to be that you, 
in fact I fantasized about it. Almost every night I 
pictured us together and you were making love to me. I 
would rub my breasts, pull my nipples and... massage... 
my pussy until it got wet. Then I would insert two 
fingers up into my body and...you know, fuck myself, 
picturing that it was your... cock instead of my 
fingers.

She smiled again, "I had some huge orgasms. I always 
licked my fingers, sometimes pretending it was your cock 
spilling its juices into my mouth. That always brought 
on a huge orgasm. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you 
all this."

"I think it's great. I love your candor. I feel honored 
that a beautiful woman like you made me the object of... 
should I say her affections." It was me smiling now, "So 
getting back to my new calling, how is your sex-life 
lately? Are you fulfilled?"

"I guess so. I've been married to a wonderful man for 
almost twenty years. We have a big farm in Iowa and he's 
a good provider. We have three great kids. But...we have 
sex a couple of times a week in the missionary position. 
It's always me that instigates it and...I don't often 
cum. I take care of myself in the morning or... 
sometimes that night."

"It sounds to me that you're very... oral. You mentioned 
sucking your fingers and pretending that it was me 
cumming in your mouth. Do you ever go down on each 
other?"

"God no, he thinks that our privates are just that... 
private. He's even mentioned when I've offered to blow 
him, that it's not right, not sanitary. I think he used 
the word... nasty"

"Cil, would you like to make love with me?" I sat 
looking at her as she blushed and then a flash of ...why 
not in her eyes. "Would that be for the hundred?"

"I ought to turn you over my knee and spank you... no." 
I took her hand and led her to the couch. "Let me 
entertain you." I pushed her back on to the couch and 
pulled her dress up and her pantyhose down, taking her 
platform shoes with them. A nest of gold hair graced the 
juncture of her thighs and as I pulled her legs apart a 
beautiful picture of her vulva with its pouty lips was 
revealed. The aroma of her sex filled my nostrils and I 
dove forward with that heady perfume leading the way.

She gave a little cry when my tongue slipped into her 
vagina seeking that elusive g-spot. I was licking and 
sucking continuously as she began to shake and pour out 
heavenly juices on my waiting tongue. She tasted sooo 
sweet. I could lick her like this for the rest of the 
day, but soon her hips started a constant bucking motion 
and I could hear and feel her inner spring getting 
tighter and tighter. She grabbed my head pulling me hard 
into her cunt and came, squirting a stream of juice into 
my slurping mouth. The orgasm lasted a good half minute 
with several extra spurts of honey in my mouth.

With a final lurch she stilled, "I should have warned 
you about the squirting part. When I'm really turned on 
it happens that way." She looked down at my drenched 
face and trailed a finger through the liquid she had 
expelled. She giggled at the sight, "Are you OK? I mean 
that was huge."

I brought my mouth up to hers and with a cry she began 
to suck my face and plunder my mouth with her tongue. 
"So how are we gonna take care of you?"

I pulled her up with those huge breasts rubbing their 
magic all over me. I sat down and positioned her between 
my legs. I started to unzip my fly, but she stopped me, 
demanding I take my shoes and trousers off. What the 
fuck, I got naked. She couldn't take her eyes off my 
erection which I must admit was looking particularly 
gnarly. The knob was deep purple and glistening with 
pre-cum, and the vein running up the side was jutting 
out with the blood filling it. You might say it was 
super tumescent. 

I placed all nine inches between her breasts and began 
to fuck up towards her face. She got into it, pushing 
her breasts together and licking the tip of my dick when 
it neared her mouth. I couldn't stop myself, "You said 
in your narrative that you swallowed your own juices 
pretending it was my cum. Well you've got the real thing 
here baby. Do you think you can handle it? Do you want 
to swallow my load?"

Her answer was to drive forward and encase my cock in 
her warm mouth. She became a whirling dervish with her 
tongue enveloping me and corkscrewing her mouth. She 
really wanted this. She wanted me to cum in her mouth 
like she had dreamed. She paused as she stroked me, 
"I've dreamed of this so many times. To be here tasting 
you, savoring your sweet meat is almost too much. When 
you cum, I might faint with the joy of it."

"It's all yours baby, savor away, but it's been a whole 
day since I came so there's a lot of cream for you, 
maybe...too much." I started to fuck up against her 
mouth, "Oh my God, eat it girl, go after that load 
you've dreamed about." It didn't take long; I reached 
behind her head and pulled her deep. "Here comes your 
creaaaam." She was sucking and swallowing, but still 
seemed to be able to appreciate fully each spurt and all 
at once she was shaking with her own orgasm as she dug 
her fingers into her cunt.

***

I took her out to a local restaurant the gang had been 
frequenting since its opening a year ago. We both had a 
Caesar's Salad with chicken, croutons and anchovies. We 
both watched each other as we ate. I think we were 
adding a little extra lips and tongue to the effort, I 
know I was, and we were getting turned on. 

Chrissie had been real abrupt with me when we left. I 
think for not asking her to join us. Now that I think 
about it, she had a point. We had pledged no jealousy, 
but that we should include each other when we were going 
to have another partner or at least offer. That had been 
her problem with Amanda as well. I decided I needed to 
be more considerate with my life partner.

By the time we had finished off our meal and a 
Gewürztraminer bottle of wine, we were both feeling no 
pain and we necked on the way back until we reached the 
entrance to the clinic. I held her close and spoke into 
her ear. "I want to introduce you to my mate and invite 
her to join us. Would you be alright with that?"

"Is she the cute one who got all red faced when we left?

"Yeah, we share everything and I should have invited her 
to come with us."

She looked up at me with a shy smile, "I told you about 
licking my fingers after I masturbated. Does she taste 
as good as me?"

"Why don't we find out?"

Chrissie, who was filling in for Julie, was sitting at 
the desk munching on a sandwich she brought from home. 
She glowered at me when we entered. "Have a nice little 
cozy lunch?"

I leaned down and kissed her tuna lips, running my 
tongue along her lower one. "I'm sorry I should have 
invited you along." I looked down on her pretty face 
that I had known for fifteen years, "You want to join 
us? Cil wants to know if your pussy tastes better than 
hers."

She appeared contrite, "I'm OK, I appreciate you 
offering, but this is a special opportunity. I 
understand."

Again I couldn't stop my mouth, "I wanna hear you two 
discuss how you masturbated while listening to me sing 
Always You."

She gave me a playful shove, "You and your ego. Is it 
really alright with you Cil?

"Not only is it alright, but I've always wondered about 
it. What it would be like with another woman. If you're 
game I am. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow and I'll be 
out of your hair."

Chrissie's answer was to get up and lock the door and 
put up the closed sign. "Let's go." She led the way up 
the stairs and we followed her swaying, cute ass. She 
started shedding her clothes as we got upstairs heading 
for the couch. She put her hands over her hairy delta as 
she sat down, then looked up enticingly at Cil, "Let's 
see those gorgeous tits."

Cil giggled as she undressed and when she was nude she 
straddled Chrissie's lap and pulled her mouth on to her 
big nippled hooters. Chrissie began to suckle them as if 
she was a child hungry for some milk. When I was 
undressed I sat down beside them and began fingering 
Cil's ass. "Pretty cool huh? 

I thought I had this all planned now. "Cil, I want you 
to drop down and spread Chrissie's thighs and see if she 
tastes as good as you. When you're through with your 
taste test, I want Chrissie to get down on her back on 
the rug and you to reverse yourself over her face in a 
classic sixty-nine. Then I'm gonna get behind you, give 
you a rim job and sink my cock into that lovely ass of 
yours. How does that sound.

Cil hit the ground and Chrissie raised her feet on to 
the couch and drew her legs open, making a sort of a 
squishing sound as they splayed apart. The girl was 
ready. Cil knelt and just looked for a moment at the 
hairy playground in front of her. She leaned forward 
inhaling the sweet essence of my girl's pussy and then 
brought her lips and tongue into that honey hole. Soon 
she was digging like a pig rutting for a corncob. 
Chrissie soon had her hands behind her head pulling her 
as deep as she could go. "Oh baby what you do to me." 
Cil was really getting after it now. "Oh God... I think 
I'm gonna have to give you a... load... now."

Cil was moaning in pure pleasure and Chrissie was 
sailing high in orgasm. I was just looking on in pure 
amazement as this purported novice had brought Chrissie 
to a roaring climax in such a short time. My tool was 
rock-hard and needed something to bury itself in. "On 
the floor."

Chrissie got on her back and Cil brought her pussy above 
her face and let her enjoy the sights and smells she had 
enjoyed. She then just covered that face with her 
dripping cunt and began to fuck her mouth as she leaned 
forward and once again began to eat out Chrissie's cream 
pie. I knelt behind Cil and began to ream her ass with 
my tongue until she began to push back seeking to get it 
deeper.

I rose up and put my now turgid member against her 
rosebud and slowly sank deep into that hot, hot tunnel. 
I heard a muffled growl as I reached the deepest part 
and Cil began to fuck Chrissies face in sync with my 
strokes. I was full up to my pubic hair with each down 
stroke now, grunting with my effort. Cil was the first 
to let go, quivering and moaning in a huge climax and I 
let go soon after with a mighty roar as I ejaculated in 
a long stream of cum deep in her tight chute.

Chrissie was too busy swallowing Cil's emissions. She 
kneaded Cil's ass above her, seemingly to try to get 
more cum out of her. When I pulled out, a huge glob of 
cream spilled out of Cil's ass onto Chrissie's face and 
mouth which she quickly swallowed. Quite a day.

We were sorry to see Cil go the next day, but she 
promised to return next year when we could again explore 
our sexuality but she would be here for a week this 
time.

***

Things were perking along pretty well. Amanda came to 
work for us when she graduated from college. It surely 
was an over qualified situation, but we put her at 
reception with Julie, which she did well. We thought the 
young women could trade off and get involved with the 
interview room slowly. Amanda loved the bedroom she 
would be sharing with Julie and loved being with us 
every evening. I remember one night when Amanda and I 
were sitting on the couch watching an HBO movie that was 
pretty sexy. I had just gotten the cable company earlier 
that year and it was now so much clearer due to 
satellite transmission.

Anyway we were getting into the romantic movie when 
Amanda started to snuggle against me and reached down 
and stroked my equipment which started the beginning of 
an erection. "I've been naughty again."

"What did you do little girl?"

"I played with my pussy last night while thinking of 
your big juicy cock."

"That sounds like a spanking is in order." I pulled her 
over my lap. I hadn't spanked her in months and the 
thought of it had my erection raging. I pulled up her 
robe to reveal that perfect ass and began to spank it. 
Her ass cheeks began to glow with my effort and she 
began to writhe with her growing passion. Again and 
again I brought my open hand down on her butt cheeks 
turning them rosy red.

Her hand dipped beneath my robe and she began to give me 
a hand job as she started to leak from her pussy lips in 
earnest. I would pause after every other slap and run my 
hand down into her wet vulva. Her sobbing was becoming 
more guttural now as she approached orgasm. Suddenly she 
scooted down taking my cock in her mouth and sucked with 
all her might as she came. I followed right behind with 
a huge load of juice into that sucking mouth, reaching 
down and giving her ass a couple more whacks.

Chrissie who had come to love Amanda as well came home 
with Julie at that moment, "Getting started without us, 
huh?" Chrissie began shedding clothes as she neared us. 
Time for mama to get hers; I've had a trying day. She 
sat back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. "Come 
here little one. Pussy needs some loving.

I sat on one side of my woman, my life and watched as 
Amanda knelt between her legs and studied that hairy 
pussy reverentially. Julie on her other side began to 
stroke and massage her other breast. Amanda leaned 
forward and smelled the mixture of sweat, urine and 
Chrissie's sweet honey-coated juice. Rotating her head, 
side to side she entered that wonderland, brushing the 
hair aside with her nose as she encountered the waiting, 
dripping lips. 

She licked at first just tasting and then lapping up the 
cunt juice and then all at once with a moan she buried 
her full face into the hairy heaven, burrowing with her 
tongue into the very depths of Chrissie. Chrissie 
luxuriated in the tongue bath and began to moan with 
encouragement, "Amanda baby, go get it... you are so 
fucking sweet... go tap that well of sweet pussy cream 
I've got waiting for you."

Julie was getting very excited now going into her 
panting mode and ardently kissing Chrissie and massaging 
her breast. Chrissie, almost overcome with emotion, was 
bucking her hips now and we both were sucking on her 
breasts and stroking her clit. She was jerking now in 
pre-orgasm. "That's it baby... you've got it... suck me 
off baby... oh God here's your juice... eat it ...drink 
it... shit." With that she shuddered, wildly bucking her 
hips and sucking on my tongue which happened to be the 
one in her mouth. 

We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, 
sucking and fucking until the bedroom was lit by first 
morning light.

***

Things sort of leveled out for a while at the clinic. We 
handled a lot of ordinary cases: a frigid wife, male 
E.D. problems, which seemed to be increasing of late, 
and young men and women with performance issues. We 
thought that was the case with Edith, a name which alone 
caused her a lot of problems, who came to us for 
counseling. She was rather dumpy, but had an attractive 
face with dark brown eyebrows and brilliant violet eyes. 
She wore no make-up, even lipstick, but her ankles 
looked trim below her long, blue floral dress.

Her problem as reported by Chrissie was that she felt 
she was ugly, that no man had in the past or would want 
to date her in the future. She openly sobbed with 
Chrissie which made her very sad. Chrissie decided on 
the spot that she needed a makeover and that we would 
pay for it. She took her shopping for several new 
outfits, got her hair done and enrolled her in a 
national weight-loss clinic. It was probably one of the 
first makeovers and done long before they became popular 
on TV.

In three months she was a changed woman. Her inferiority 
complex was almost gone and she had become a new, very 
seductive woman. She had become like a little sister to 
Chrissie and they relished their time together, that is 
until the day that Edith suddenly kissed Chrissie 
impulsively on the mouth and it soon turned into a 
sexual kiss with tongues and frantic feeling up of each 
other's bodies.

Somehow they wound up on the couch with Edith slurping 
on Chrissie's pussy and Chrissie holding her head and 
feeding her a dripping, hairy cunt. Edith was a mad 
woman digging deep into Chrissie's folds licking up that 
sweet honey I've talked about so many times before. When 
Chrissie came, she held Edith's face down in her pussy 
and she was swallowing everything Chrissie was 
expelling.

I was sitting in the viewing room with Julie, watching 
as we stroked each other, our eyes feasting on this 
revealing intercourse. They were both nude now and 
Chrissie was kneeling between Edith's splayed limbs 
eating her cunt. Edith was beautiful. Her hair at the 
juncture of her thighs was like her eyebrows ebony 
black. Her breasts were rather large with big, long-
tipped nipples and her legs that were wrapped around 
Chrissie were sleek and long. 

Julie was getting so excited by the two of them that I 
decided to get down between her legs and lick her pussy 
while she continued to watch. Her sweet young cunt was 
overflowing its honey and I was lapping like crazy. She 
screamed when she came, shaking violently and rubbing my 
face up and down on her sugary, throbbing labia. 

When I got up, I noticed Chrissie motioning to me and 
then pointing to Edith. I was all too thrilled to answer 
my master's call. I gave Julie a quick kiss and quickly 
crossed the floor and offered my already raging erection 
to Edith's lips. Without hesitation she enveloped me 
with her now pouty, bright red lips and began to suck on 
my love stick with enthusiasm.

She started to moan with her approaching orgasm and all 
of a sudden I was cumming big time into her sucking 
mouth. She never missed a beat swallowing what turned 
into a huge load. She seemed to take great pleasure in 
the moment, savoring my hot cream like it was some 
gourmet meal. She kept me in her mouth long after I had 
spurted my last glob and then she let me go and looked 
up at me with the most angelic smile, "Thank you Mr. 
Jackson."

"No it's me that should be thanking you. That was 
wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

"Chrissie told me I should learn about sex and offered 
your services to teach me. That's what we were talking 
about before I attacked her. She's been so good to me I 
just wanted to show her how much it meant to me." She 
looked at us both, "I'm so happy. I want to learn 
everything there is to know about making love and I want 
you guys to teach me. I never want to think again about 
'poor little me.' Like Helen Reddy sings, I am woman, 
hear me roar."

***

We had taken Amanda off of her split office duty and 
installed her in the job she was made for, sex 
therapist. She had a way of drawing people out, both 
male and female and getting them to tell her their 
darkest, deepest secrets. One that comes to mind was a 
middle-aged woman, Helen Pearson, who became a peeper. 
This is the way she told her story:

I had inadvertently stumbled into a situation where I 
was in a walk-through area of the next door apartment 
building. When I caught myself up, I realized where I 
was. I was standing looking in a window where a man was 
watching a video and masturbating. I got very excited. I 
had been a widow for several years and was not dating 
and just occasionally taking care of my sexual needs 
with a dildo I kept in my bedside drawer. I was 
immediately aroused and looking around to see if anyone 
was nearby, I reached under my dress and began strumming 
my pussy.

As I looked closer, I could see the images on the screen 
were men ejaculating in the mouths of women and then the 
necessary swallowing of the semen. It was like a 
compilation video with mouths and cocks changing about 
every ten seconds. The man masturbating had his pants 
pulled down and his shirt open. I stared at the man's 
cock as he began to jerk it in earnest and I sped up my 
own strokes. 

When he came, shooting big gobs of nut cream onto his 
belly, I came with him, almost feinting from the size of 
my orgasm. I leaned against the building for several 
minutes before I could walk again. Ever since then I've 
become addicted to my voyeurism. I soon found that 
nighttime was best. The darkness would cover my stealthy 
searching.

Most every night I found a sexual scene that would 
capture my attention and I would proceed to manipulate 
myself to an orgasm. I didn't know if it was the 
naughtiness of the peeping or the fear of getting 
caught, but something caused me to have huge orgasms.

Amanda assured Helen that she was not sick or perverted 
as she kept exclaiming about herself. It was just that 
she had been curbing her natural sexual desires for so 
long, that her instincts had taken over. She suggested 
that Helen come into the viewing room with her and they 
could watch the next case together.

As it turned out, the next case was a young college 
student, Robert, who was addicted to masturbation. He 
was rather a homely young man and Chrissie who was 
handling it, interviewed him, "So how long have you been 
beating your meat?"

The boy blushed at the graphic terms she used, "I think 
I started when I was nine. I used any and all 
stimulants: my mother's and sister's panties, magazines, 
books on sex I had stolen from the library...you name it 
and I used it."

"Are we talking daily?"

"Not at first, but now it's sometimes three or four 
times a day. That's why I'm here. 

Chrissie couldn't resist, "You mean it's gotten out of 
hand."

"Ha, ha... that's a good one."

"OK, enough of that, I want to point out that though 
it's excessive, it's not unusual. Would you be game for 
an experiment?"

"If it will heal me."

"I don't know if heal is the right word but here goes. I 
want you to take off your clothes." She got up and began 
to strip, "And I'll take off mine."

He had a burgeoning erection as he took off his pants, 
he couldn't help his admiration of Chrissie "Jesus, 
you're beautiful. I love hairy cunts."

"We're going to jerk off together." She positioned 
herself so that they could watch the manipulations of 
each other's hands on themselves. She sat across from 
him and spread her legs wide giving him a full on view 
of her cunt. Robert did like-wise cupping his balls with 
one hand and stroking with the other.

As all this was taking place, Amanda and Helen were 
watching and stroking their clits. Helen couldn't get 
over it, "This is like a dream come true. This is like 
fucking heaven."

Amanda quickly knelt between Helen's meaty thighs and 
replaced her stroking fingers with her lapping tongue. 
Helen was guiding her mouth into her hairy nest, "I take 
that back this is fucking heaven... Eat it girl... oh 
God... I love it."

Meanwhile back in the clinic room, Robert was jacking 
his cock in a frenzy of motion staring at Chrissie's 
cunt and Chrissie was in the first throes of a gut-
wrenching, juice spurting orgasm. They came together, 
Robert shooting a huge load onto his stomach and 
Chrissie filling her hand with her hot honey.

Helen spurted into Amanda's sucking mouth while 
exhorting her, "Eat it, eat it...oh shit that's good."

Chrissie was kneeling now, licking the cum off of 
Robert's belly. Robert was excited, "That was so good. I 
haven't cum like that in ages." He leaned down and 
kissed Chrissie ardently, "Can I take you home? I want 
to find someone just like you."

"They're out there waiting for you to take the next 
step. In the meantime you can use me as a surrogate. 
Next week, same time?"

"How about tomorrow? I'll see if my folks will pop for 
it. One thing for sure, this experience has changed me."

Robert became a regular and a year later brought his 
girlfriend to visit us. She was a quick learner and 
loved her time with Amanda who taught her how to eat 
pussy and suck cock. Robert took a review course with 
Chrissie. The couple was married a short time later. 
Chrissie and I even attended the wedding. Amanda wasn't 
available, but that's another story.

Helen became a regular. She loved sitting in the viewing 
room watching other clients. She still goes out peeping 
occasionally, just for the forbidden thrill of it. We've 
introduced her to a man, who's about the same age and 
also a voyeur. We had a lot of hopes for their 
relationship and they didn't let us down. I let them 
into the viewing room a few weeks later while Amanda was 
working on a frigid wife. 

I surprised them when I came into viewing room while 
they were beating each other off as they watched Amanda 
going down on the woman. They didn't miss a beat. Helen 
married her new man six months later. We were becoming a 
regular match-making outfit. 

***

Life became a case of the same old, same old as I neared 
my fiftieth. Things were great at the clinic. All of us 
were involved in providing answers to the many people 
crowding into the clinic for answers to their varied 
sexual problems. But the problems were much the same. At 
the crux of everything were the suppressed emotions and 
desires of the clients.

Our saving grace was that we seemed to be helping people 
a lot and the word was getting out. Amanda was a gem and 
grew immeasurably as she treated her cases. Julie was 
working out great as receptionist and all of us enjoyed 
making love to her. Amanda had matured so much in the 
last few years that I had trouble calling her my little 
one. She still loved my cock and I had to spank that 
precious little ass ever now and then.

She and Chrissie were always at each other's pussies. I 
was usually close by to fuck one of them in the ass. As 
I neared the end of my fortieth decade, a client walked 
in who gave us all a jolt in the arm and had us 
mesmerized. She was a fellow psychologist named Susan 
Kinsey, no relation to the famed sexologist.

She became a practitioner of the science of the mind 
because from her earliest memories she had been addicted 
to sex. She wanted answers. Bisexuality appealed to her 
as she preferred neither sex more than the other, in 
fact loved them both the same. The thing that got us 
when we met her was the ability she had to hypnotize 
people.

She came to us for help with her addiction. She said she 
was constantly tempted to put those clients that she had 
a desire for to sleep and in essence raping them. We 
were all dubious of this. No one had seen a person 
hypnotized before, other than those on television which 
seemed to be faked. They all seemed rigged in some way.

There were no easy answers to Susan's problem. My take 
was that she needed more sex with us so that she would 
not feel the need to, as she put it, rape her clients 
while they were under her spell. She was intrigued with 
our set-up where we often had sexual relations with our 
clients as part of their treatment. 

I was deep into my interview with Susan and was just 
about to suggest that we get it on when Chrissie broke 
in with the fact that somehow we had double booked and 
that Patricia Carlson was here for her appointment.

She was a young woman client who happened to be a 
newlywed. Her husband, she had found out after their 
marriage, loved to be sucked and wanted to cum in the 
mouth of his loved one and for her to swallow his semen. 
She had tried, but to no avail. Even when she came to 
the clinic and Amanda and I had worked with her, she 
just couldn't do it.

On a sudden inspiration, I decided to bring Susan into 
the situation and see if she could hypnotize her. In 
moments she had her under. She went through a series of 
test suggestions and then zeroed in on the matter at 
hand. She suggested that when the young bride woke up, 
she would have an uncommon desire to suck the male penis 
and in particular, her husband's. 

The desire would be so strong that she would want to 
suck her husband's cock and she would love the taste and 
feel of semen in her mouth. Because of that, she would 
want to swallow it and make it her own. Susan figured 
that her desire to please her husband would override any 
inhibitions she might have.

While she was under, we had called John, her husband, 
who it turned out didn't know she was doing this, but 
broke down crying when he understood the sacrifice she 
was willing to make. He agreed to come in to see the 
results. Susan was wonderful with her when she brought 
her up out of her spell. I was becoming more intrigued 
with Susan. One thing for sure, I wanted to handle her 
case.

John, the husband, arrived and Susan took him aside and 
told him to be very loving and understanding with his 
wife, but at some point he should unzip his fly and pull 
his cock out. When we were back in the viewing room, 
John took his wife in his arms, telling her how much he 
loved her and that it wasn't necessary to do this. 

The couple got on the couch and hugged and kissed. It 
wasn't long before it changed into a hot necking 
session. When John unzipped his fly all hell broke 
loose. He pulled his love pole out and the young bride 
dropped to her knees and immediately began sucking 
ardently on him.

He knew the game had been changed, "Honey this is what 
I've been wanting... go get your juice... oh baby this 
is so thrilling. You're a tiger. Do it girl... honey I'm 
cumming... do you want it? Do you want my hot load... oh 
God... here... it is."

We could all tell she was swallowing his cream, "That's 
it honey... drink it all down. I'm so proud of you."

Susan was kneeling before me unzipping my fly. "I don't 
have to hypnotize myself, Jared. I want to swallow a big 
load from this adorable cock." Who was I to stop her? I 
held her head and started to fuck her hot mouth. "We're 
going to become good friends Susan, fuck buddies. You 
know you want my cum, want me to blast my goo in your 
mouth so you can savor it... run it over your tongue... 
eat it. Here it is, baby."

I came in a sudden gush of hot, sticky sperm. As per my 
instructions, she rolled it around in her mouth, showing 
it to me with open mouth. She spit it into her open palm 
and then with exaggerated motions, brought it to her 
mouth and swallowed it with an accentuated gulp. "Was 
that savoring enough?"

I shook my head and laughed and was soon kneeling 
between Susan's tan legs as she sat on the couch. Her 
pussy was hairless and gave off the most intriguing 
aroma as I drew near to those succulent cunt lips. I was 
even more turned on when I dug my tongue deep into that 
spicy twat. She brought her legs up and grabbing my head 
smashed my face into her folds.

The whole time Susan was watching Robert eat his wife. 
I, unfortunately, could hardly see anything as I was 
held prisoner in the grasp of those fabulous legs. When 
she came I almost suffocated from those squeezing, 
scissoring thighs.

Susan became a regular fixture at the clinic as I 
stumbled through to the end of my fourth decade. Two and 
sometimes three times a week she would come and help. We 
had a special affinity for each other and often found 
ourselves helping some lost soul find themselves 
together. Hypnotism became one of our best tools for 
unlocking secrets. I wished that I could hypnotize 
Susan. 

She became entranced with our hermaphrodite, spending 
several days a week having sex with her. It was hard for 
any of us to look upon Angie as anything but a young 
woman. Susan also fascinated me, because with the big 
five oh approaching, I found myself in her grip.

We shared many sexcapades with each other. The hope was 
that all this sex would help her deal with her patients 
without resorting to her hypnotic trances. I was devoted 
to helping her do this by supplying her with an unending 
supply of Jackson juice.

***

A very well-dressed man, Dustin Frontier, probably in 
his late forties showed up one day. It turned out he was 
forty-eight, a doctor and severely depressed. He had 
lost his wife three years ago and his sexual life had 
gone down the tubes with her death. He had found himself 
lately fantasizing about some of his patients and 
wanking off, as he put it. Not only was he concerned 
about the fact that he might act out his fantasies, but 
that he was becoming addicted to his wanking.

I was the only one there at the time. Normally we liked 
to put females with males unless there was a particular 
problem that required same sex counseling. He was quite 
handsome in an all-male sort of way, square strong chin, 
deep gray eyes and a commanding presence.

I decide that Susan could help him a lot. They were 
close in age and both doctors. And needless to say, they 
were doing a lot of transference with their patients. 
Susan was intrigued and I set up an appointment for the 
following week and ordered the blood tests.

Sparks flew when they met. Julie and I were watching in 
the viewing room. It was the last client of the day and 
she had locked up and excitedly joined me. She snuggled 
up to me expectantly and ran her hand over my erection. 
I was amused, "You can take him out, little one."

Susan had convinced Frank that she would learn more 
about him if she put him under. He had looked at her and 
said, "You wouldn't take advantage of me while I'm under 
would you?"

She gave him a playful punch, "In your dreams, buster."

Susan had him under in like a minute. Dr. Frontier can 
you hear me?"

"Yes."

"When I snap my fingers you'll awaken with a fresh 
perspective." She couldn't resist leaning down and 
kissing him softly. "Now, tell me about your childhood."

I was a privileged child. Both my parents were doctors 
and we lived in a big home in Bel Air. I was born to be 
a doctor, no questions asked. As unhappy as they both 
were, you would think they would have advised me to get 
another vocation, but no they wanted me to be as 
miserable as they were. 

I rebelled against it. Though I am smart, I contrived to 
get just passable enough grades to squeak by in high 
school and later college. Once I got out in the real 
world though, I realized after two years of floundering 
that maybe being a doctor wasn't such a bad thing after 
all.

Though my grades weren't the greatest, my interview went 
well and the fact that both of my parents went through 
the same school bought me a ticket. I entered med-school 
and really applied myself this time around and in four 
years I was ready to do my internship. Four years later 
I opened my own office with the help of my mother. At 
first, I loved playing God, to have women looking 
adoringly at me, making life threatening decisions and 
all the ego boosting stuff that goes with that. Then I 
had my first patient die on my watch and it scared the 
shit out of me.

By this time I was fucking everything in sight. My 
assistant, Setsuko, a pretty Japanese woman, was madly 
in love with me. She would often suck me off in my 
office between patients to "relieve my pressure" as she 
put it. I would hold her beautiful face in my hands and 
watch her mouth sucking on my cock until I filled that 
hot, sucking cavern with my cream. 

As I came she would open her lips and I could watch my 
cum filling her mouth. She would savor it, running her 
tongue over her lips and swallowing, making soft 
smacking sounds as if it were some gourmet meal. Of 
course it was. I had wonderful feelings about Setsuko, 
but I didn't love her.

One day, I came to the conclusion that I wasn't God. It 
was hard to deal with. Fortunately, my future wife came 
along about this time and we were both smitten. She came 
from old money and was classy in every sense of the 
word. We became intimate and gloried in each other's 
sexuality.

I asked her to marry me and we had twenty years of 
happiness together before she was diagnosed with ovarian 
cancer. Two years later she was dead, leaving me a son 
and a daughter just finishing high school. That was 
three years ago. They're both in college and yes in pre-
med.

I'm terribly lonely and have started fantasizing about 
my patients, particularly at night on my bed and I wank 
my cock until I spurt. I might add, Setsuko left my 
practice when I got married. We both felt it was 
necessary. I miss her.

Susan, who had been listening intently, couldn't help 
herself, "Can you show me how you do it doctor, you 
know, wank off."

The good doctor didn't mind. He undid his belt, unzipped 
his fly and pushed his pants off, revealing a hard, 
manly eight inches. He moistened his fingertips at his 
lips and began to stroke his cock.

"Tell me what you're picturing in your mind."

"Anita, one of my patients who I know has a sex 
addiction problem, is kneeling at my feet, sucking my 
cock."

Susan quickly covered his erection with her mouth and 
began to bob up and down, blowing his eight inches.

"God it's so real. I can feel her lips sucking me. This 
is so good."

Susan raised her right hand and snapped her fingers 
loudly.

Dr. Frontier was thunderstruck when he awoke to find 
Susan bent over his waist madly sucking his cock.

"I thought I told you not to take advantage of me."

Susan paused long enough to ask, "Are you complaining?"

He answered nonchalantly, "That would be no." He grabbed 
her head and began to fuck up into her cream craving 
mouth. "Well here it is doctor... that juice you're so 
hungry for... oh God this is good. Here it comes... eat 
me up."

He began to shudder and shake on the couch. Susan was 
staying right with him nursing his load into her mouth. 
We could see her throat working as she swallowed what 
looked like a sizable load.

Julie, who had been beating my cock as I fingered her 
sweet little pussy, couldn't stand it anymore, she 
leaned over and took my pulsing erection into her mouth. 
I immediately slid under her and stuffed her hairless 
cupcake in my mouth. She was excreting that sweet liquid 
I had come to thirst for and I sucked passionately, 
drinking my fill and more. I was close behind, filling 
Julie's mouth with my juice which she excitedly drank 
down.

As we got back up, we saw Susan as she licked at the end 
of his prick and began running her tongue all around the 
stalk of his cock. Dr. Frontier looked on with a smile 
on his face, "Clean him up good, baby. That's your 
future." 

Indeed. Three months later they were wed and I lost one 
of my lovers. But I soon found many more that will grace 
the pages of the next chapters.

I would love feedback. Should I continue?

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