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WARNING. The usual warnings concerning adult literature applies to this
short story too. SO: If youre a prude or it is forbidden in the area
where you live: Stay off. Also if you are a minor - however that is
interpreted in YOUR area - you should leave this story alone.
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THE CURE. - Part one.
by Spiller
Chapter 1.
Often through our twenty years of marriage I have bitterly regretted
that I ever fell in love with my wife - and that my love/hate emotions
towards her still contain that element of love. If not , Id have moved
out the moment the kids left home to fend for themselves.
You may have guessed, that our sex-life is the BIG problem. Strangely
enough she has always loved sex if its done on her conditions: She on
her back with closed eyes, legs slightly spread, five or ten minutes of
handwork and then when she says umph a vigorous fucking with me on
top until she comes with a little muffled scream, and then for me
hopefully to get finished within half a minute or so. Anything else, and
I mean ANYthing, is absolutely no,no, because it is dirty, perverted,
no NICE people do it, etc.
Lonnie was brought up by her very religious mother. Her father was
killed when she was only a year and a half old, and I feel sure, that
the old hag secretly was happy about that, as she could collect a
handsome monthly pension, she had social status being an officers widow
and single mother, and she was relieved of the tedious business of sex.
In this atmosphere Lonnie was indoctrinated with a distaste towards
anything sex-related. It was the burden of "fine women", and shed have
to endure but never enjoy. And if on rare occasions shed feel lust she
would have to do her best to hide it and ask Gods forgiveness later.
When my 45th birthday was coming around I had more or less given up on
her. I realised, that since she had lived 42 years and still adamantly
refused to talk about our relationship, the chances of a change were
minimal. For the last 6 months we hadnt had any sex at all, because I
had grown sick and dead tired of her attitude, and as long as I didnt
initiate any sex she was happy, and nothing would happen.
I decided to give it one last try before I left her, and I booked a
session with dr. Winther, a well known local psychologist, to see if he
could give me some advice. A marriage counsellor was completely out of
the question as Lonnie wouldnt dream of going. I poured out all my
thoughts to dr. Winther, and waited full of hope for him to turn up with
some good advice, and it was a true downer when he said:
- Mr. Alcott. Im sad to say there is not much hope that the situation
can be changed. I might call in your wife for some talks, but her
condition is so well rooted in her mind, that all youd get out of it
was a heavy bill and status quo. I have tried something similar a few
times, and sad to admit: I have failed.
Im sure he could read my disappointment on my face long before I
reacted to his answer.
- The only possible solution would be to sort of bypass her upbringing.
Hypnosis is a possibility, but that is not my line. Can I rely on your
discretion?
- Of course. I wouldnt bite a helping hand, would I?
- You see, the problem is that I can get into serious trouble if I
recommend some unqualified person to you. Its considered professionally
unethical, and if I told you that dr. Arthwell might help you I should
violate that rule. Dr. Arthwell is not a psychologist. Hes a medical
doctor with a special training in hypnosis, and I know that he has had
some satisfactory results.
- Id never tell anybody, if you told me so.
- OK, Mr. Alcott. Im sorry I could not help you, and I shall not bill
you for this short session. But please let me know, if you obtain
results. You know, just to satisfy my curiosity.
- I shall, dr. Winther. And thank you for your understanding.
Chapter 2.
I found dr. Arthwell in the yellow pages, and a week later I was
scheduled for an interview in his clinic.
Well, Mr. - he looked down on his calendar - Mr. Alcott. What can I do
for you?
- That is a question I ask myself. You see, I come here on the advice
of one of your colleagues.
- Oh, I say. That doesnt happen too often. And on whose advice, if I
may ask?
- Dr. Winther suggested, that you may help me.
And then I poured out my hearts trouble over the next five minutes,
while dr. Arthwell was listening intensely.
- I see why dr. Winther has declined you. And why he thinks I can help
you. By the way Ill have to make this a short summary of the
possibilities, because my next patient is scheduled in 15 minutes.
- Ill listen.
In short he told me that dr. Winther was right. Lonnies condition was
so deep-rooted, that chances of therapy bringing her out of it were
sparse. If she herself felt anger towards her mother and was unhappy
about her present situation, help might be had from psychotherapy. But
alas. Under the influence of hypnosis it might be possible to block out
some of her inhibitions for certain periods of time, and then we might
hope for her natural sexiness to take over. To that end I must be
prepared for a period of turmoil as Lonnie might feel very much in doubt
about herself, and when her transformation began shed need all my
support.
- There are a few risks to this procedure, and youll have to consider
them seriously.
- Yes?
- Hypnosis is not like an operation. We may have results spanning from
a slightly bettered condition, to something you wished for, or even
further to a behaviour you didnt expect and may not like.
- What do you mean?
- Your wife may shed more inhibitions than you imagine, or she may only
shed a few. And she may shed just the amount you want.
- In plain English?
- She may get more horny, than you can handle.
- Ill take that risk.
- And the second problem is getting her here at all. Does she have a
medical condition that troubles her and that might bring her here?
- She is a bit troubled by headaches that hit her at the most
inconvenient times.
- OK. Next time she has one tell her that you have heard of me, and
that I have helped a lot of people with hypnotherapy.
- Thats a fine idea.
- And then be prepared for a rather steep bill. It takes time, and Im
running a risk doing unqualified therapy, and I have to calculate that
risk into my prices.
- I dont wonder. Well, I can afford it, and if it helps it will be
worth it. At least its my last try at saving my marriage.
- OK, mr. Alcott. You call my office and book a session when you have
convinced your wife, that she needs treatment.
Chapter 3.
I left dr. Arthwells office feeling much better and with a tinge of
hope. And luck was following me, as Lonnie was struck by a severe
headache right after supper that evening. This gave me the opportunity
to bring up the subject of hypnotherapy. Her condition being that pills
only brought her a minor relief from her pains, she was in a receptive
mood and asked:
- Do you really think it helps?
- I dont know for sure, but I read an article somewhere, that after a
few treatments a lot of people felt much better, and quite a few were
cured.
- That sounds too good to be true.
- Ill see what I can find out, dear. You go to bed and lets see if a
good nights sleep will make you better.
Friday when I got home from work a bit early, I told her that Id found
a doctor who might help her. I told her that dr. Arthwell was a medical
doctor and that he only used hypnotherapy on rare cases.
- Did you talk to him?
- Yes. I told him that your headaches come and go randomly, and that we
have not been able to trace the reason. Its not food or stress or
anything like it.
- No, I really dont know what causes it.
- He didnt promise a complete cure, but hed work on you a few times,
and then he said, that maybe some of the modern painkillers might help
you better.
- Well, Ill give it a thought. You didnt book a consultation, did
you?
- Actually I did. I booked you for an appointment next Friday
afternoon, but he told me I could cancel it, if I called Monday morning.
Over the weekend she had another headache, and the cancellation was not
brought up again. I could hardly wait for Friday to come.
Chapter 4.
- Hello, Ms. Alcott. And welcome. Your husband briefed me shortly on
your problems with headache, but Id rather you told me yourself.
- Well, yes. These bad headaches hit me right out of the blue.
Sometimes not so bad, and at other times violently uncomfortable - and
my painkillers only dull the pain, they cant make it disappear.
- And you cant see a pattern of some kind?
- Absolutely not. It can be a fine day, a bad day or just your run of
the mill day. Morning, noon and night. What I have eaten has no
influence. Im really without a clue.
- Seems to me, you MAY have a mix of conditions, that sometimes work
together, and sometimes dont. Before you leave, my nurse will measure
your bloodpressure and take a few blood samples for further analysis.
The tests are used for help with the diagnoses and for finding the right
medication. For now I want to feel your neck and the top of your spine.
Will you please go behind the screen and take off your coat and blouse
and put on the white housecoat instead?
- Yes.
When she returned in the white coat dr. Arthwell placed her on a stool
with her arms on the couch and her head resting on her hands. As he
pulled the coat off her shoulders he could not help admiring what he
saw. She might be quite an old girl, but her shape and muscletone were
magnificent.
- Now, Ms. Alcott. I want you to relax as much as you are able to.
- Mmm. I shall.
From the other side of the couch he stretched out his hands to let his
thumbs slide up and down the muscles supporting her spine and neck,
softly at first but firmer and firmer as time went by.
- Ms. Alcot. You are both right and wrong about the stress-factor. You
dont have any of the usual muscle infiltrations normally accompanying
stress, but try to feel this. He applied a stronger and more pointed
pressure on the side of her neck, and Lonnie responded with a surprised:
- Ouch.
- You see. These small knots are the remnants of earlier infiltrations,
and they are rather deep-set. The same way the reason for them may very
well be set deep in your subconsious mind, as the reasons may be 5-10-15
years old.
- That sounds reasonable.
He lifted the housecoat back on her shoulders and told her to get
dressed again. When she returned from behind the screen he was sitting
behind his desk, and he offered her to sit down again.
- Ms. Alcott. I think my first analysis of your symptoms was right.
Your condition is a combination of a medical and a psychological
condition, or rather the remnants of a psychological condition. When I
get the results of the bloodtests next week, I can give you a more
precise medication. For today Id like to bring you into a very light
hypnotic trance so I can induce some relaxing procedures to last for the
weekend. And then on Tuesday I want to see you again. And I want you to
keep a record of your headaches until Tuesday at - say - three oclock?
- Yes, dr. Arthwell, Ill keep a record all right, but Im not sure I
am that easy to hypnotise.
- Oh, never fear, Ms. Alcott. Please lay down on the couch, make
yourself as comfortable as possible and then close your eyes. Ill be
with you in a minute when I have put down this to your journal.
He sat down beside the couch and started the usual preliminaries of
hypnosis. Actually she was quite easy, and soon he had her in the light
trance. He had decided, that it was important to build up a trusting
relationship with Ms. Alcott, so he stayed off the sex-business this
first time. He induced a couple of code-words in her mind and then
called her back.
She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.
- I think I can remember all you said. It was not at all that strange.
- No, of course not, Ms. Alcott. Ill tell you, what I have done. First
of all I have given you two words. One, you do not need to know, that is
just a small code-word to make it easier to hypnotise you next time.
- And the other?
- It is just the words "relax,dear".
- And what about them?
- For the days up till our next session, I want you to find half an
hour around noon, where you will not be disturbed. On your way home I
want you to buy one of these rectangular Japanese pillows. They are
rather hard, and you place them under your neck. (He showed her where.)
Then you close your eyes and when your breathing has become slow and
relaxed you say: "Relax, dear" to yourself. Youll fall asleep
immediately and then wake up half an hour later - very relaxed.
- Is that all?
- No, no. If you feel an oncoming headache you use the same procedure.
If you can claim a room in your house as kind of a headache laboratory
it will make everything easier and better.
- That shouldnt be a problem. We have plenty of rooms.
- Good, Ms. Alcott. And then the last instruction before we are
finished: Will you please tell your husband to call me late this
afternoon? If we are going to have good results his co-operation is
imperative, concerning peace and time for you to follow the cure. And
Id like to tell him myself how he is going to help you.
- I shall, dr. Arthwell. And thank you for now. It has been most
encouraging, and you have given me a bit of hope that I can find a
better way to live with my condition.
- Good bye, Ms. Alcott. And please stop at my nurses office on your
right hand when you leave here. Shell be ready to take the necessary
tests.
Chapter 5.
I called Dr. Arthwell late that afternoon, and he told me what had
happened at Lonnies consultation. Also the need to stall the
sex-therapy till next week. He then sent a tape of the consultation to
my office, which is why I know what happened.
Lonnie was quite enthusiastic when she came home with her Japanese
pillow under her arm. She had ordered a new bed with a hard mattress and
short legs, and when it was delivered around 5.30 it was put into the
former nursery. By evening she had turned this room into her
headache-workshop, and most likely she was happy to have a legal
place to bed down instead of our bedroom. And actually I was happy too.
By Tuesday she had only had one severe headache and two minor ones
which were cured without medicine. So she left for Dr. Arthwell full of
enthusiasm and in good spirits.
I didnt get any tape of the Tuesday session, but a call from his
office to mine.
- Alcott speaking.
- This is Dr. Arthwell. Hello.
- Hello, Dr. Arthwell. How was todays session?
- Very well, indeed. Im sure I have won your wifes trust, and not
only is she going to get better headache-wise, but I have installed the
first sexual block in her mind.
- Sounds interesting.
- Well, listen carefully, because it is important these first 5 or 6
weeks that you do not press your luck - and that you report back to me
fuck by fuck.
- Sure, Im listening - Oh, am I listening.
- Your wife has been conditioned with some movements. Whenever for the
next week she feels a headache coming up shell ask you for a massage of
her forehead. And youll follow her to her new bed. When she is
stretched out on her back youll wave your right hand in front of her
eyes and then snap your fingers. Your sign that the conditioning is
working, will be that she feels hot and sits up again to remove all her
clothes. Then you will rub her forehead for a few minutes, and then you
can freely play with her tits, her belly and her cunt. BUT DO NOT FUCK
HER ! Not yet. And make sure that she doesnt orgasm - yet. You can
touch her and masturbate yourself for all you want. When you are
finished you just cover her up with the bedsheet and leave the room till
she wakes up again and comes out into your livingroom. Are you sure you
understand this?
- Yes, Im definitely sure. And I shall be careful not to be carried
away.
When I got home from the office Lonnie was there, doing household
chores with a smile and humming as she did.
- You seem to be in a good mood. Did you have a nice session with Dr.
Arthwell?
- Oh, yes. I think that man is a wizard. I got some new pills to try
out, and then he told me to persuade you to help me in some situations.
- Well, if you tell me which, I may tell you yes or no.
- He thinks painkillers should only be the last resort. He wants you to
massage my forehead if I feel a headache coming on. Could you do that
for me?
- I really dont know. I wouldnt know how to do it, and Im not sure I
want to do it.
- Oh, please Peter. Ill show you how, and you should be such a great
help to me.
So Lonnie taught me and I waited.
Chapter 6.
Wednesday evening she told me she could feel a headache coming up, and
would I please give her a massage?
Everything worked as planned. The fingersnapping worked perfectly, and
for the first time in many years I saw her naked body by the light of
the bedside lamp. Actually the years had been good to her body and she
looked quite inviting lying there on her back. I nearly forgot to give
her the massage first, but I definitely enjoyed her tits, her belly and
her cunt ! And she did too. Just a minute of touching had her clit stand
out, and she voluntarily spread her legs to give me access to her slit.
A minute more and she was dripping wet! That resulted in my first
satisfactory wank for years, where Lonni was the object of my fantasies
and my reality. WOW. And thank you Dr. Arthwell ! !
Half an hour later she returned to our livingroom wearing her housecoat
plus a smile on her face.
- Hi, again. So soon?
- Oh, yes. And thank you SO much for your help. You see, the headache
didnt develop, thanks to your help, and I feel a whole lot better.
- Yes, you look like it. But its also thanks to Dr. Arthwell.
- Oh, sure. Isnt he clever? He predicted all of this, you know.
- No, I dont know. Tell me.
- He said, that if you would help me with the massage I could avoid the
headache. And the only price Id pay was, that Id feel hot all over.
But then I should not feel bad about it. After all you ARE my husband.
- Thats right.
- Well, thank you, anyway. And now Im going to have a cool shower, and
then Im off to bed.
Ill come up later, dear.
I stayed in the livingroom for another hour contemplating this very
positive turn of events. Then I had a shower too, and off to bed beside
Lonnie who was splayed out on her back in a thin night-gown I had not
seen for years.
That was pretty much the events of Friday and Sunday nights too plus a
Saturday afternoon where I almost lost my head and was close to jumping
her bones.
Chapter 7.
Tuesday afternoon on the phone: - Hello, Mr. Alcott. And how are you
proceeding?
- Things have improved considerably, Ill have to say.
- And this week will be even better. Ready for your instructions?
I was allowed to put my cock into her vagina for the next week. No hard
fucking, though. Only slow movements. And right before I was ready to
come I should pull out and sit in a chair beside the bed to watch a
show.
- And be careful not to weigh her down with your body. She may snap out
of her trance if she feels enclosed.
Lonnie was happy and active when I came home. We went to bed around
half past ten, and I had given up any sex for that evening. But at 11
she woke me up.
- Peter. Im so sorry to wake you up. Couldnt you be a dear and give
me a massage?
- What? At this time of the night?
- I know, dear. And I feel so sorry for disturbing you. But it helps me
so much.
I feigned reluctance, but of course I gave in, and we trotted of to the
headache-laboratory.
Same procedure - only this time, when she was dripping wet from my
manipulating her clitoris, I climbed on the bed, and willingly she
spread her legs. God, it was delicious to have my cock back in a hot,
wet pussy. Actually I had been without for so long, that it only took me
two minutes of heavenly slow fucking till I reached the point of return.
I pulled out and sat down in the chair waiting.
Lonni shocked me when she started to groan, and her right hand moved
down across her belly, through her black bush, and her middle finger
separated her cuntlips to allow her to masturbate her clit, slowly and
deliciously. I was watching in awe, and soon I was stroking my very
stiff cock in tune with her masturbation, and we exploded
simultaneously, four feet apart!
I covered her up, cleaned up in the bathroom, and returned to my bed.
Not a word was mentioned next day, but for the whole week the pattern
seemed to be for her to get a premonition of a headache late in the
evening, and for three more nights I dipped my cock in her cunt which
seemed to become more and more willing.
Waiting for Lonnies next step upwards wasnt that easy. But definitely
my cock was feeling a lot better, just like Lonnie was, judging from the
look on her face. She was smiling a lot more, she was a hell of a lot
kinder around the house, and her headaches seemed to stay at the
premonition-stage.
Next Tuesday, when I knew she was at Dr. Arthwells, the personal phone
on my desk rang.
- This is Dr. Arthwell. Can you give me a few minutes where we can talk
freely?
I sent my secretary back to her own office and said: - Now, Dr.
Arthwell, Im all alone. Whats the problem?
- Ive found a so-called block in Lonnies subconscious mind, and I
need your help or your permission to handle the matter myself.
- Im listening.
- Her resistance against admitting lust and realise that shes having a
cock pleasuring her pussy is very strong. I will have to bring her back
and forth between two levels of trance while she is slowly fucked to
orgasm without her knowing.
- I see.
- So I want you to come to my office immediately to help me by fucking
Lonnie.
- Dr. Arthwell, I cant very well leave my office now. In two or three
hours maybe, but no sooner. Cant it wait?
- Im afraid not. You see, I did not anticipate a block this size, so
Im having her in a trance right now, and it is imperative that she is
fucked before I call her out of it. Otherwise we shall go back to a
situation even worse than when we started, because I should have to
remove all things done up till now.
- Im terribly sorry, but it is absolutely impossible for me to leave
now. Over the next two hours I have two very important negotiations
which can be decisive to our company.
- Thats too bad for you, Mr. Alcott.
- What did you think of, when you mentioned you could handle it
yourself?
- Its something I really dont like, Mr. Alcott, but if you give me
permission to be your substitute Lonnie will never know, and this is
strictly professional. You have no reason for jealousy.
My head was spinning. For sure I didnt want him to fuck Lonnie, but on
the other hand I didnt want to miss my wet pussy again.
- Can you make her believe that she has been fucked by me, if she needs
to know at all?
- Of course. Shell never know it was I who removed that block.
Reluctantly I gave him my permission, but without feeling too sure
about it. I had a bit of a hard time concentrating at my meetings.
Images of Dr. Arthwell fucking my wife kept forming to my inner eye, but
fortunately I was able to end up the negotiations with an extremely
favourable deal. In the afternoon my secretary brought coffee to my desk
and I had time to consider what had happened in the morning. If Lonnie
didnt know what had happened it should be up to me to digest it. And
strangely enough that went a lot faster than I should have imagined.
Actually the idea itself was quite erotic, and I was very surprised to
realise that I was getting a hardon at the thought.
By three Dr. Arthwell called me on the private line. He informed me,
that everything had gone as planned. He told me, he had conditioned her
to become horny at 10 oclock this evening. When she heard our
grandfathers clock strike 10 she would go into a mild trance and
invite me to go to bed. He wanted to be sure, that I knew she was still
in a trance, and that I should not fuck her hard and vigorously. A slow
and loving fuck would be the thing, and Lonnie would be conditioned to
reach an orgasm very easily. I was allowed to come in her cunt and to
enjoy how horny she could become.
- She has still got her inhibitions towards oral sex, so please do not
try anything of the kind. And give me a call tomorrow morning and report
to me. That is important at the present stage.
- And how did Lonnie react to your fucking her?
- As part of her treatment her reactions were very satisfactory. You
have no reason for concern.
chapter 8.
Well. Ten oclock had me on tenderhooks. Lonnies eyes glazed over and
she rose to ask me:
- Well, dear. Isnt it time to go to bed?
- Are you tired, dear?
- No, I shouldnt say that. But Id like to get you to bed BEFORE we
are too tired.
- You are making me curious.
- I would like ever so much to have you fill up a void for me.
- If I can Ill gladly do that for you. What do you have in mind?
- If we are too tired that fine cock of yours will not be up to its
best, and thats what my little wet void wants, dear.
I almost had a heart attack. Never ever had she said anything remotely
like it. My cock showed a lot of co-operation and stood at attention
immediately.
- Oh, I see you are not too tired, dear. Lets go, shall we?
She took my hand, then she put her other arm round my waist, and led me
upstairs. She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to undress me.
When I was naked she undressed with a hint of a stripteaseshow in her
movements. God, she still had a beautiful body. She climbed on the bed
and pressed her soft skin against mine and kissed me with passion.
Heaven descended on our bed when she took my hand and led it down to her
dark, furry triangle and whispered: - Feel how wet I am. I am so ready
for you. Will you please make love to me? I need you right now.
Evidently she had no need for an extended foreplay, and slowly and
lovingly I rolled over and lay down on top of her. Smiling she spread
her slim thighs and raised her head to kiss me while she grabbed my cock
and directed it to the entrance of her cunt.
- Give it to me now, she whispered.
She was so wet and hot. I slid all the way into her in one long
mindshattering movement. She showered my cock with juice and began small
rocking movements of her hips which made the tip of my cock push up and
down on her cervix. I started a slow, deliberate movement in and out of
her cunt. All the way out till only the head was buried between her
lips, and then a long, slow slide till my pubic hairs were tickling her
clitoris.
- Mmm. This is so wonderful. I love you so much Peter. Oh, my God it is
so good.
I had never heard her use Gods name for anything but prayers, but I
sure liked it.
- You are gorgeous, dear. I love to see your breasts move when I push
into you.
Goddamn-it she smiled and said: - Then push again and see them jiggle!
- You are so pretty, and I love you, Lonnie.
- And your cock is so perfectly long that Im going to come in a very
short time.
By now she was breathing in short gasps and her thighs clasped firmly
round my hips. She kept raising her ass from the mattress to meet my
thrusts, and suddenly for the first time in our long marriage she let
out a deep groan, which a little later turned into a yell: - Oh, my God.
Im coming. Its so wonderful to have your cock in me. Im coming Peter,
aaaarrrhhh, so wonderful, ooohhhh. Put it all the way into me, love. IM
COMING, IM COMING.
Her cunt started contracting in a series of short and fast spasms, and
I felt as if I poured my brain down my spine, out through my cock and
into her dripping, contracting cunt. Her yelling had stopped, but she
clasped her legs round my body to keep my cock buried in her, and her
arms folded round me. She kissed me and made little cooing sounds deep
in her throat, and in only three or four minutes she was sound asleep,
and her legs fell down from my body, her arms were splayed out on the
bedsheet, and her breathing became slow and regular.
That night, at 10.48 I couldnt very well have cared less, that Dr.
Arthwell had fucked her earlier in the day. If that was what it took to
transform her into the woman I had just made love to, it was OK with me
!
Next morning I called dr. Arthwell to report. If he was not satisfied
with my explanations hed pose a few questions.
- Very well, Mr. Alcott. Up till now the treatment has been
satisfactory, and it is up to you to continue. Remember, she is still
under hypnosis when she seems to be so loving and ready to fuck. But
youd want her to be so without the hypnosis, wouldnt you?
- Of course Dr. Arthwell. Its a wonderful change, but it is not real,
really.
- You are quite right. Now listen. It is important, that you make love
to her every night till next Tuesday. Do you think you can live up to
it, or do you want me to prescribe you some Viagra?
- I dont think Ill have any trouble.
- You dont think. But I ask you: Are you sure?
- Nobody can be.
- That is a very sensible remark. Shows that your sense of reality is
working. I have better write out that prescription, just in case. Ill
send it to your office today, so you can pick it up at any drugstore you
want. And by the way: Keep your calendar free next Tuesday in case I
need you. Lonnie is scheduled for 10 to ten-thirty.
- OK. Ill try to keep it open. And thank you, Dr. Arthwell.
- Goodbye, then.
Over the week Lonnie progressed by her own accord so I almost forgot
that she was still under hypnosis. When the clock struck ten Monday
night there was nothing demure about her. Her eyes glazed over all
right, but she stood up, turned towards me and lifted up her skirt,
showing that she was wearing not panties, and asked me:
- My dear, I think you have got a nice little gift for this nice little
pussy, havent you?
For a second I wondered how she could have prepared to shock me by
wearing no panties. She was not hypnotised when she made that decision,
or was she?
In our bedroom she proceeded showing off. A veritable stripshow was
taking place, and she was vocal at that. Beyond imagination.
- I think I have better take off this shirt. I know how you like to see
my tits juggle, dont you? Ohhh, no, that is when you fuck me you like
to watch them, you naughty man. Off went the shirt. No bra ! (wondering
again!) She stretched out her arms and moved her shoulders like a
burlesque dancer and her beautiful tits with the upturned nipples
jiggled right in front of my nose.
- Im getting so hot under my skirt. Do you think you could help me
taking it off? I think my little pussy needs a bit of air to cool off.
Of course I helped her - and that was it, shirt and skirt off and she
was naked. She sat down on the bed and said: - Now I want to see you
strip for me. Maybe you have something for me under all those clothes.
Really, Im not that much of a dancer, and I know I should have looked
ridiculous had I tried to put up a show. But I stripped all right and
Lonnie let out a deep sigh when I pulled down my boxershorts and my cock
slapped back and hit my stomach. She let herself fall back across the
bed with her legs still on the floor and her ass close to the edge.
- Look, my love. Have you got a present for my little pussy?
- Certainly, my dear. Do you want it now, little pussy.
- Right inside me, and as fast as possible.
Unfortunately our bed is of the wrong hight. Kneeling my cock could not
reach her pussy, and standing on my feet her cunt was way under my cock
and the position was very strenuous. I gave up and proceeded to lift her
legs and try to turn her the ninety degrees I needed. But again she
shocked me:
- Oh, no. I want to lie like this. But I think the Japanese bed in the
headache laboratory is of the proper hight.
She rose, took my hand and led the way, wilfully jiggling her tits and
ass obscenely. She immediately took up the same position, spread her
legs wide to show her furry black bush and the pink, wet lips hidden in
it.
- And now I want you to kneel and fuck me good and everlasting. My
little void feels so wet and empty.
My cock was hard as steel, and it slipped easily into Lonnie. And the
hight of the bed was perfect. My cock would slide along to top of her
vagina, passing her G-spot and pushing its way against and past her
cervix to hit bottom when it was buried to the hilt. After some minutes
of this wonderful slow fucking Lonnie was breathing hard, and suddenly
she opened her eyes again and looked at me.
- If you want to see my tits jiggle youll have to fuck me a little
harder, dear. And I shall love you for it.
Her smile and her eyes were igniting me something fierce, and for the
next two minutes I was constantly accelerating speed or power. Her
beautiful tits were jumping around on her ribcage, she had long passed
the point of moaning. When I was getting close she was yelling out loud,
her belly was contracting in orgasm after orgasm, and when I came myself
- pumping hot sperm up her juicy cunt, she screamed: OOHHH, YESSS,
YESSS, MY GOD, IT IS WONDERFUL. FILL UP MY VOID. DO IT. FILL ME. FUCK
ME. I THINK IM DYYYIIIIIINNNNGG.
After much kissing and fondling we returned to our bedroom where Lonnie
just stretched out on her back and was sound asleep a few minutes later.
So was I, and my last thoughts concerned themselves with what to expect
from Tuesday.
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