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THE CURE  (MMF - hypn)

       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 , I'd 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 it's 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 officer's 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 she'd have to 
endure but never enjoy. And if on rare occasions she'd feel lust she would 
have to do her best to hide it and ask God's 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 hadn't had any sex at all, because I had grown sick and 
dead tired of her attitude, and as long as I didn't 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 wouldn't 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 atrue 'downer' when he said:

	- Mr. Alcott. I'm 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 you'd 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.

	I'm 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 wouldn't 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. It's 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. He's a medical doctor 
with a
special training in hypnosis, and I know that he has had some satisfactory 
results.

	- I'd never tell anybody, if you told me so.

	- OK, Mr. Alcott. I'm 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 doesn't 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 heart's 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 I'll have to make this a short summary of the possibilities, 
because my next patient is scheduled in 15 minutes.

	- I'll listen.

	In short he told me that dr. Winther was right. Lonnie's 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 she'd need all my support.

	- There are a few risks to this procedure, and you'll 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 didn't 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.

	- I'll 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.

	- That's a fine idea.

	- And then be prepared for a rather steep bill. It takes time, and I'm 
running a risk doing unqualified therapy, and I have to calculate that risk 
into my prices.

	- I don't wonder. Well, I can afford it, and if it helps it will be worth 
it. At least it's 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. Arthwell's 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 don't 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.

	- I'll see what I can find out, dear. You go to bed and let's see if a good 
night's sleep will make you better.

	Friday when I got home from work a bit early, I told her that I'd 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. It's not food or stress or anything 
like it.

	- No, I really don't know what causes it.

	- He didn't promise a complete cure, but he'd work on you a few times, and 
then he said, that maybe some of the modern painkillers might help you 
better.

	- Well, I'll give it a thought. You didn't 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 I'd 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 can't make it disappear.

	- And you can't 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. I'm 
really without a clue.

	- Seems to me, you MAY have a mix of conditions, that sometimes work 
together, and sometimes don't. 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 
don't 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 I'd 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 o'clock?

	- Yes, dr. Arthwell, I'll keep a record all right, but I'm 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. I'll 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. I'll 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. You'll 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 shouldn't 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 I'd 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 nurse's office on your right 
hand when you leave here. She'll be ready to take the necessary tests.

Chapter 5.

	I called Dr. Arthwell late that afternoon, and he told me what had happened 
at Lonnie's 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 didn't 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 today's session?

	- Very well, indeed. I'm sure I have won your wife's 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, I'm listening - Oh, am I listening.

	- Your wife has been conditioned with some movements. Whenever for the next 
week she feels a headache coming up she'll ask you for a massage of her 
forehead. And you'll follow her to her new bed. When she is stretched out
on her back you'll 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 doesn't 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, I'm 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 don't know. I wouldn't know how to do it, and I'm not sure I 
want to do it.

	- Oh, please Peter. I'll 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 
didn't develop, thanks to your help, and I feel a whole lot better.

	- Yes, you look like it. But it's also thanks to Dr. Arthwell.

	- Oh, sure. Isn't he clever? He predicted all of this, you know.

	- No, I don't know. Tell me.

	- He said, that if you would help me with the massage I could avoid the 
headache. And the only price I'd pay was, that I'd feel hot all over. But 
then I should not feel bad about it. After all you ARE my husband.

	- That's right.

	- Well, thank you, anyway. And now I'm going to have a cool shower, and 
then I'm off to bed.

	I'll 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, I'll 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. I'm so sorry to wake you up. Couldn't 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 wasn't 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. Arthwell's, 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, 
I'm all alone. What's the problem?

	- I've found a so-called block in Lonnie's subconscious mind, and I need 
your help or your permission to handle the matter myself.

	- I'm listening.

	- Her resistance against admitting lust and realise that she's 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 can't very well leave my office now. In two or three 
hours maybe, but no sooner. Can't it wait?

	- I'm afraid not. You see, I did not anticipate a block this size, so I'm 
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.

	- I'm 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.

	- That's too bad for you, Mr. Alcott.

	- What did you think of, when you mentioned you could handle it yourself?

	- It's something I really don't 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 didn't want him to fuck Lonnie, but on the 
other hand I didn't 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. She'll 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 didn't 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 o'clock this evening. When she heard our 'grandfather's 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 o'clock had me on tenderhooks. Lonnie's eyes glazed over and she 
rose to ask me:

	- Well, dear. Isn't it time to go to bed?

	- Are you tired, dear?

	- No, I shouldn't say that. But I'd 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 I'll 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 that's 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. Let's 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 I'm 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. I'm coming. It's so 
wonderful to have your cock in me. I'm coming Peter, aaaarrrhhh, so 
wonderful, ooohhhh. Put it all the way into me, love. I'M COMING, I'M 
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 couldn't 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 he'd 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 you'd want her to be so
without the hypnosis, wouldn't you?

	- Of course Dr. Arthwell. It's 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 don't think I'll have any trouble.

	- You don't 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. I'll 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. I'll 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 
no panties, and asked me:

	- My dear, I think you have got a nice little gift for this nice little 
pussy, haven't 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, don't 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.

	- I'm 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, I'm 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 you'll 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 I'M
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.

chapter 9.

	The expected call from Dr. Arthwell reached me by 3 in the afternoon. He 
didn't quite like my report of events these past seven days. He expressed 
some uncertainty as to the conditioning of Lonnie.

- Actually, mr. Alcott, I think she went a bit farther in her lovemaking 
than I had hypnotised her for.

	- Well, I'm definitely not sorry, that she did.

	- I can see that. But ... eh ... she IS showing a bit more initiative than 
expected. We shall see.

	- Have you got any instructions for me before I go home?

	- Yes I have. You see, we are nearing the point where we want Lonnie to 
take over by herself, but as you have expressed high interest in oral sex - 
especially that you want her to enjoy being licked out, I have chosen to 
nstruct her that way.

	- And since you didn't call for my assistance I can assume that you 
"handled the problem yourself"? Like you did last week.

	- Yes, I have to admit to that. I thought that since you didn't object last 
week you should not be offended by a much lesser invasion on your private 
territory.

	- Well, you are partly right. Though I must say you should have called and 
asked for permission first.

	- I should. Sorry. But these are the instructions. Lonnie revealed some 
distaste about her private parts; they were `unclean' etc.  For four days 
over the next week
she'll have an urge to shower just before you return from your office - 
beginning today. She will have trimmed her bush slightly, and when you enter 
the door she will want to make love to you. You'll have to play it by ear 
from there on, but in some way or other she will express a lust for you to 
go down on her. And you do just that.

	- Yes, I shall do that, Dr. Arthwell. But then I want to be present at your 
last consultation with Lonnie next Tuesday !

	- Very well, Mr. Alcott. I'll call your office on Monday to hear your 
report and then we can arrange for your presence on Tuesday.

	- All right. Good bye.

	- Good bye, Mr. Alcott.

Chapter 10.

	I could hardly wait to get home from the office. But of course it should 
not do to arrive earlier than usual.

	The house was wonderfully cool and felt empty just when I entered, but as I 
closed the door and fetched a cold coke in the fridge I heard Lonnie's voice 
from the bathroom:

	- Is that you, dear?

	- Yeah. Just came in.

	- Please lock the doors, dear. I do not want to be disturbed. I'm on my way 
to the livingroom.

	I locked the doors and entered the livingroom. God, what a sight that met 
me. Lonnie was half reclining in the sofa, dressed in an ultrathin negligee, 
one leg up on the sofa, the other on the floor, giving me a perfect view of 
her black pussy. Arthwell had been right. She evidently had trimmed her 
bush, and spread out like that she looked vulgar and horny, her cuntlips 
spread by her position so I could watch everything, even have a peek just a 
little millimetre into her pink vagina. And glistening it was.

	- Welcome home, dear. Had a hard day?

	- Well, a bit, love. But I get all awake again the way you look.

	- That's lovely.  She lifted up the negligee. Because I've got something 
here that has waiting for you to come home for the last hour.

	- I can hardly wait to feel it round my cock. You look so inviting, more so 
than any other woman I can imagine.

	- Then come over here. I want you to take a closer look. Do you notice any 
change?

	- Oh, yes, I certainly do. You must have trimmed off some of your bush.

	- Yes. When I took a shower I felt up myself, and I thought we might both 
like it with a bit less hair.

	- You are delicious to look at.

	- Are you sure I didn't cut off too much?

	- Not at all. You might very well have taken off more, and I'd have loved 
it.

	- I didn't dare go closer, but I have a pair of scissors here - be my guest 
and cut all to your heart's delight.

	She handed me a pair I hadn't noticed before, but evidently she had put it 
on the low table to be ready. When she had handed me the scissors she turned 
in the sofa,
slid down a little bit and lifted both feet up and spread her thighs as wide 
as they went. She sent me a lewd smile and with her left hand she grasped 
her abundant bush and shook it.

	- Feel free, you lovely naughty man.

	To say I was surprised at her sudden openness is a wild understatement. 
This was way beyond my wildest imaginations.  My hands were shaking with 
lust at the sight,
and I started trimming her till her hairs were very short. All the time - 
and I really took my time - I touched her cunt as much as possible and in 
various ways while trimming small bits of hair all the time. Lonnie was 
getting more and more wet, and in the middle of the trimming I had to take 
off my trousers and shorts because my hard cock was hurting in its 
confinement. When I had finished the trimming I went to the bathroom to get 
a wet rag to clean off all the small hairs. When I had dried her off she 
panted:

	- I'm afraid there are a few hairs inside it. Can't you clean them out with 
your tongue?

	I could not believe my own ears. I licked her lips for a little while, and 
then I felt her spread her legs a little further as if she was crazy to have 
me lick her vagina. My hands cupped her smooth ass, lifted her cunt closer 
to my mouth, and then I started teasing that delicious cunt. I pressed my 
tongue into her cunt, fucked it with small pushes in and out, and then I 
curled it up and around her clit. Lonnie started humping my face, and when I 
sucked her clit in between my lips and let my tongue slash it as fast as I 
could, she started screaming.

	- Oh, my God. It's so perverted and so wonderful, she panted. This is the 
best I've ever tried. Oh, you horny bastard. You are making me come. You are 
sucking my cunt and I'm going to come ! !  Yes, YES, OOHHH YES. It's so 
wild. I'm coming on your  mouth. I AM ! !  I'M COMING, COMING ,  GRRRR, OH 
NOOOO, YESSSS,  AARRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

	Her body went all soft. Her legs fell down, first on my shoulders and then 
her thighs slid down my sides till her feet rested on the floor again. Her 
eyes were closed for a minute or two. Then she opened them and looked 
lovingly into mine.

	- I didn't even long for that. But my God it was wonderful. But now you 
have to fill my little void like I dreamed of before you came home.

	I pulled a cushion off the armchair to kneel on, and now my cock was right 
in front of her wet cunt.

	- You take it then and guide it to your cunt.

	She did just that. I pushed the head of my cock into her. She was so wet. 
It felt like the walls of her cunt were quivering with electricity. As I 
pushed all the way into her I felt my cock brush her cervix and hit the 
bottom of her silken cunt, and Lonnie let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

	- Oh, my love. That is so wonderful. I'm all alive inside. God, you fill me 
up so wonderful.

	- And your wet cunt is gorgeous the way it wraps round my cock.

	- Aaahhhhh. It's like walking in the desert and then get a drink of cold 
water. Oh, you are great, Peter. Now fuck me, please. Won't you? Please, 
Peter, fuck me, fuck me.

	My mind was reeling as I pounded my stiff cock into her. She was wriggling 
her hips up and down, the sound of my pelvic bone smashing into her wet cunt 
was exhilarating. Lonnie was just growling and mewing by now. Not an 
intelligent word came out of her, but she was uttering sounds louder and 
louder. This time she did not explode at all. She just started orgasming, 
her belly rippling with her
contractions, her pretty tits jumping on her chest, and she just came and 
came, yelling louder.  AAAHHHHHHHH, NNOOOOO, OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK ME, 
MOOOOOORREEEE, YESSSSSS,  I'M COMING, COMING COMING.

	I exploded. It was like molten lead pouring out of my spine and my cock 
into her contracting cunt. I yelled too. I screamed. My cock grew to maximum 
length and thickness and just pumped sperm into her.

	Collapsing on the cushion between her open legs my cock plopped out of her. 
The sight of her red, wet pussy leaking my white sperm was lovely. And I 
could not  believe how great a fuck she had been. Completely fucked out we 
stayed like that for a couple of minutes Then I felt her move, trying to sit 
up in the sofa. She looked down at me. Her eyes were wide open.

	- What are we doing here? and what happened to the hairs down there?

	I remembered Dr. Arthwell's order to play it by ear.

	- I trimmed them for you, so you can wear one of these new bathing suits.

	- Oh, yes. That's fine. It looks all right.

	She moved her leg over me and rose from the sofa.

	- I'm just going to have a shower, dear, and then I'll make supper. Why 
don't you have a swim in the pool? You can take a beer out on the terrace 
for us, and I'll join you in a minute.

	Apparently she had forgotten most of what had happened. But never ever had 
I had such a wonderful fuck, not with any woman, and definitely not with 
Lonnie.

Chapter 11.

	Twice more that week and then again Monday afternoon she would be in the 
sofa when I came home, and three more wonderfull fucks we had! More or less 
following the same pattern, only Monday I could not help trying to let my 
tongue wander from her cunthole down to her ass. But she'd have nothing of 
that. In fact she reacted so violently against it, that I was afraid I had 
pulled her out of her hypnosis. Fortunately she seemed to forget the 
incident in a few seconds, and the rest of the afternoon was heaven.

	Shortly before six I told Lonnie that I had a sudden craving for a couple 
of pieces of chocolate with marzipan and fruit so I'd have to go down and 
fetch some for our evening coffee. I got the chocolate all right but I also 
called Dr. Arthwell from a phonebooth to report. He seemed very satisfied 
with Lonnie's behaviour even though she once again had been more 
enthusiastic than expected. And he scolded me a little because of my try at 
her asshole.

	- All right, Mr. Alcott. Lonnie is scheduled for 10 o'clock and I have 
reserved the rest of the morning. If you arrive at five after ten you can 
wait in my secretary's
office, and I'll call you in when we are ready. We want to take the last 
runs between the upper two levels of trance and then bring her out of trance 
completely. It is going to be most exciting.

	- Very well, Dr. Arthwell, five past ten it is.

	- See you, Mr. Alcott.

	Dr. Arthwell's secretary was a trim little woman around fifty. She sent me 
a knowing smile, but she did not try to whip up a conversation, for which I 
was grateful.
And five minutes later a buzzer on her desk sounded twice.

	- It's time for you to join Dr. Arthwell in his office. You can just walk 
in, Mr. Alcott. She sent me a charming smile and I nodded to her.

	In the office Lonnie was lying on an elevated leather bench, arms along her 
side and evidently sleeping heavily.

	- Good morning, Mr. Alcott. As you see I have brought Lonnie into a mild 
trance, and for a start I want you to undress her completely.

	- Just like that?

	- Never fear. She won't feel a thing.  And, yes, all the way.

	My hands were not all that steady when I started to undress her. After all 
I had never done that in front of another man - to tell the truth I had only 
done it partially over the last weeks - and only when she was under 
hypnosis. Finally I was pulling off her panties, and I could not help but 
notice that Dr. Arthwell was looking at her finely trimmed cunt with no long 
hair to hide her secrets.

	- She really trimmed her cunt that short?

	- No, but she asked me to cut her the way I wanted, and it was always my 
dream to have her pussy naked. This was as close as I dared go.

	- Fine. Looks real fine. Are you sure what we are going to do now?

	- Almost.

	- I have better repeat. Hypnosis can reach different levels of depths. For 
layman use I'll say that right now Lonnie is on the third level. She is 
unconscious as to what
is happening to her and she does not remember anything. Shortly I shall 
bring her to the second level. We'll then perform different sexual acts on 
her, and while they are going on I'll bring her to level one, back to level 
two, etc. Get that?

	- Sure.

	- Make sure your cock is still hard when finally I bring her back to normal 
with no blocks or orders hidden in her subconscious mind.

	At this time I have to admit that the situation was really getting to me. 
Lonnie stretched out on a couch, naked, and Dr. Arthwell who had both fucked 
and sucked her,
present. I'd never have thought so, but I was getting a raging hardon at the 
thought.

	Arthwell folded out some stirrups to place her raised knees in, and then he 
folded down the end of the couch.  The sight was lewd and vulgar with her 
trimmed cunt on display for both of us to see.

	- Now, you can choose where to begin, Mr. Alcott. You are to try out the 
different things we have done to her over the weeks. Masturbate her, lick 
her out and put your cock into her cunt.  He went up to Lonnie's head and 
said:

	- Ms. Alcott. I shall count to three, and you will be able to open your 
eyes. You can feel what is happening to your body, but it is only natural. 
It has all been done before. One-two-three.

	Lonnie opened her eyes and looked at me, but she said nothing. I started 
caressing her body with both hands. Her lovely tits proudly presented me 
with two swollen nipples. My hand moved down across her flat belly, and when 
I cupped her mound I could feel and see, that she was aroused. My finger 
slipped into her crack and she was very wet. I let my middle finger circle 
round her clit, a movement I knew she liked. Dr. Arthwell leaned close to 
her ear and said in a deep voice:

	- Ms. Alcott, when I say "body-aware" you'll raise a level, and your body 
will be fully able to enjoy what is being done to you.

	- Body-aware.

	I didn't notice right away the difference in her attitude, but shortly she 
started moving her pelvis up and down on the finger, I was masturbating her 
with.

	- Ms. Alcott. What is being done to your body in this state you'll be able 
to remember when you wake up, and ou'll also remember the joy you derived 
from it.

	Lonnie nodded her head. Her eyes were half closed, but her cunt was 
definitely not. She was groaning and gyrating her hips as if she was trying 
to gain maximum pleasure out of my hand. Twice he brought her back and forth 
between the two levels, and then she exploded in a violent orgasm, screaming 
out her lust plus a lot of lewd words.

  	She was brought back to level two, and Arthwell asked me what I wanted 
now? I told him I wanted to lick her out and he nodded. I lowered my mouth 
on her cunt and began to let my tongue run up and down her crack. Lonnie was 
groaning again. Then she let out a deep sigh and said:

	- No. No. Do it the way you did it last time I was here.

	My raging hardon made me say to Arthwell:

	- Be my guest. Only you know what you did.

	He stared at me for a second, then he took over my place. He lowered his 
head, and I stared wide-eyed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and 
proceeded to shake
his head left-right-left slowly at first and then faster and faster. Lonnie 
on level one squealed and humped her cunt up and down. Arthwell could hardly 
keep his mouth on her, let alone maintain his left-right shaking. Lonnie 
squealed again.  - I'm coming. Oh, how I'm coming. Oh, you fucking shit 
doctor, you make me come while Peter is looking.  OOHHHHHHHH: 
WHHIIIIIIIIIII,  YESSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSS. Oh, this is great.

	Arthwell lifted his head with a questioning look in his eyes as he stared 
at Lonnie's face. She had mentioned him. That was not at all the plan.

	When Lonnie's cramps had subsided she lifted her torso to rest on her 
elbows and then she looked at us.

	- OK, let's stop this charade, she said.

	Our shock must have shown on our faces, because she laughed:

	- Yes, you two. The only time I have been under hypnosis was the very first 
time. You remember I told you I was hard to hypnotise? Well, I am. When you 
tried the second
time I was acting. Your hypnosis didn't work, but I went along as I was 
curious as to what you might try on me.

	- Does that mean you have been conscious all the time these last weeks,  I 
asked her.

	- Yes, I certainly have. And I started to enjoy myself very much with the 
sex-part of it. Maybe because you went so easy on me that I got used to 
enjoy it.

	- But.... Arthwell stuttered.

	- Yes. I was fully awake when you fucked me. And God it was a good fuck. 
You were not very professional at that ! And when I got home I was nearly 
climbing the walls at
the thought that Peter would fuck me after you had given me three orgasms 
with that fat cock of yours.

	I must have looked like something just fallen out of the sky. Lonnie 
laughed at me. Then she spread her wonderful thighs again and said:

	- Come on, now. These things HAVE all happened, and there is nothing you 
can do to undo them. He's fucked and sucked me before, and I can't wait to 
have you both fuck
me now.

Chapter 12.

	Lonnie must have sensed that I was somewhat reluctant. She turned to 
Arthwell and said:

	- Can you give us 5 minutes in private? Something's got to be cleared up 
here.

	Arthwell left to his secretary's office, and Lonnie looked at me and said:

	- I know dear. This is a shock to you, isn't it?

	- You bet it is.

	- Well. You started it all. You wanted me to become more sexual, to open up 
and forget about my inhibitions, right?

	- I sure did. These years, and especially the last two or three, have been 
living hell, and often I have been close to leaving you.

	- I know. I also know why I have been so. When my mother died 3 years ago I 
still didn't know why, but as she disappeared more and more from my memory 
so did her upbringing. Only we had so many scars in our relationship that I 
could not find neither the words nor the courage to change it.

	- I know the feeling very well.

	- This idea about Arthwell was a godsend. When you mentioned hypnosis as 
part of the treatment I knew there was something fishy about it, but I saw 
it as a way out of our predicament.

	- And it sure worked.

	- Yes, my dear. Maybe more so than you bargained for.

	- I have to admit to that. Shall take some time for me to get used to the 
Lonnie I heard 3 minutes ago !

	- I shall have to get used to myself !  But I beg of you, dear: Please play 
along a few days more. Maybe you'll get to like the horny Lonnie you have 
suddenly got on your hands.

	I agreed to give her a chance, and my shocked but very stiff cock was not 
much of a help. I got up and went to sit in Arthwell's chair. I pulled off 
my trousers and underwear and then I said:

	- OK. Come here and sit down on my cock, and then buzz for Arthwell. He'll 
be with his secretary.

	Lonnie squealed with joy. She jumped down from the couch, came round to the 
armchair where she backed up to me, lowered herself and wrapped that juicy 
cunt around my pole. Then she leaned forward and pressed the buzzer on the 
desk. The minute Arthwell re-entered the door she leaned back, lifted her 
legs and spread her thighs widely so she could rest them on the armrests. I 
could hear the smile in her voice:

	- Come here, little doctor. There is a wet cunt here you have tasted 
before, but never with my husbands cock buried in it. Will you please lick 
me out again?

	- Couldn't be happier to oblige, he answered, and two seconds later he was 
on his knees repeating his performance sucking her clit and shaking his head 
violently.

	Lonnie almost went limp in my arms.   - God in heaven how wonderful it is. 
It's another man sucking my clit, Peter.  I'll come on his mouth again !  I 
WILL !  I'M COMING, PETER. MY CUNT IS WAY OPEN AND WET.   NOOOW, YESSSSS,  
suck me you little bastard of a doctor. You filthy backstreet quack, you are 
going to make me come. And afterwards you'll fuck me with your fat, cheating 
cock, won't you.

	- Yes, Arthwell panted.

	-  WEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII, OH   GOOOOOOD ,  I'M COMING AGAIN

	Her cramps nearly squeezed all blood out of my cock. I pinched her nipples, 
but that only sent yet another wave of cramps through her body. I slapped 
her ass hard and cried:

	- Get your ass off me, you're breaking my cock. Go and fuck that seedy 
doctor for all you're worth, and then fuck me afterwards, you whore.

Chapter 12.

	- Thank you darling, I'll never forget you for this.She started frantically 
to tear Arthwell's clothes off. When he was naked I could see why she was in 
the heat. His cock was a bit shorter than mine, but almost double the 
thickness. My prim and prissy wife threw herself on her back upon his desk. 
She rested her torso on her elbows, spread her legs invitingly and said:

	- Give me that fat cock again. I loved it when it split me up.  She turned 
her head to me and said:  - You know, that day he fucked me I nearly 
destroyed everything. It felt so wonderful that I could barely keep up the 
illusion that I was under hypnosis.

	Arthwell came closer to his desk. Lonnie stretched out her hand and took 
hold of his cock.  - Oooohhh, it's fat, she panted. Pulling him close to her 
cunt she spread her legs a little further, and suddenly Arthwell had her 
impaled on that fat piece of meat. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled 
her ass out on the edge of the desk so she had to fold her legs round his 
ass, and then he set up a rather
impressive speed and power. While Lonnie was screaming, grumbling, swearing 
- you name it - his was pumping incessantly in her cunt and she was lewdly 
rocking her
pelvis up and down.  I was stupefied watching her. When I fucked her last 
time over half a year ago she didn't say a word until the moment she came. 
Then she uttered a small: - `Meoww'. But now I quickly lost count of all the 
words she was yelling, the more significant being `fuck' `cunt' `whore' 
`cock' etc.

	- Yessss, YESSS, I'M COMING AGAIN , I'M COMING. MY CUNT IS BURNING. OH, 
THAT WONDERFUL FAT COCK IS MAKING ME COME. She was shaking in her orgasm 
when Arthwell slammed his cock as far in as it would go and started pumping 
and groaning.

	- Oh, how you're filling me up. I can feel your hot come filling up my 
cunt. Oh, God, it's good. Oh, it's soooo good.

	Arthwell grabbed her thighs, lifted them and pushed Lonnie back on the 
table so she could rest her legs on it. At the same time his cock fell out 
of her cunt with a plop, pulling a thin trail of white come out of her 
pussy.

	Lonnie raised herself to rest on her elbows again. Arthwell moved out from 
between her legs, and I moved in.  She was a wonder sight right out of 
Wanker's Heaven. Sperm was seeping out of her open, battered cunt, her 
nipples were
extremely prominent on her little tits, and her smile was egging me on.

	- God, you look like a whore, right there.

	- I know. Do you like my looks?

	- You are such a horny sight that I shall never forget how you look right 
now.

	- Then why don't you fuck me? I have such a sloppy cunt for you.

	God, she was incredulous !  Such a change in 6 weeks? But I had to admit I 
liked it, though it violated everything I had been brought up to believe 
about marriage. I moved in between her legs, and like Arthwell had done I 
pulled her by
her thighs until her ass was on the edge of the table and then I slid my 
long cock into her. For the first six inches I felt almost no resistance. 
Her vagina was so widened by Arthwell's fat cock and his sperm was seeping 
out round my long slender one,  that she felt like a cathedral with dripping 
wet walls. But when I pushed past the resistance of her cervix and hit 
bottom in a hard smash that must have hurt up in her belly, she started 
screaming:

	- YEAHHH. Oh, my God, you're long, Peter. Your cock is so good when you 
drive it to the bottom of my cunt.

	- Any different from the one you just had?

	- You know it, you bastard. Don't you?

	- Yes, but say so !

	- You'll drive me crazy if you make me say so.

	- I know, you horny cow. You're thinking with your cunt right now, aren't 
you?

	- This is so wicked and whorish, Peter. I LOVE it ! Yes, your cock is very 
different from the one that just filled my cunt with juice.  Oh, Hell, I'm 
going to come again. NOOOOOOOOO. OH YESSS.

	She was shivering all over with cramps.

	- If you ask nicely, maybe we can make Arthwell pinch your nipples.

	- OH YES, PLEASE ! Peter, can he pinch and bite my nipples while you fuck 
me?

	The sight of a stranger mauling, biting and pinching those pretty tits that 
used to be mine only, while I fucked her sloppy cunt, was bringing me close.

	- Try to squeeze that sloppy cunt a little round my cock. I'm going to come 
something fierce.

	- Oh, I'll love to feel it.  She tried to squeeze her muscles, but to no 
avail.

	- I've never tried that. I'll learn it, Peter. I'll learn to do it.

	- My head is spinning now, she yelled. I'M DAMN WELL COMING AGAIN. Oh, my 
cunt is tinkling all over. Spit it into me, put your sperm on top of 
Arthwells in my horny cunt.

	She was almost squealing like a pig. I felt my orgasm come rolling from the 
roots of my hair down through my body, and with a deep groan I exploded in 
her. When she felt the hot jet of my sperm she almost went into coma. She 
was shaking and bucking, and she nearly couldn't breathe. With a long, deep 
sigh she acted like a balloon you let the air out of. Her legs plumped down 
from my hips, and like a heavy unmoving heap of meat (a good-looking one!) I 
pushed her back in on the desk, while my cock unwillingly plopped out of her 
well used cunt.

	For a minute we were very quiet. I rested my head on her belly with my arms 
round her. When I felt her stir I raised my head and looked into her eyes.

	- I think we have better get home, Lonnie. We have a few things to talk 
about.

	- Are you coming home with me? That's great.

	- We'll get dressed, and I call the office from the secretary's phone.

	Arthwell just stood beside his desk, petrified, while we dressed. It was 
evident, that as much as he had enjoyed fucking Lonnie, he definitely didn't 
like that he had been tricked like this. And he didn't look any better when 
Lonnie
smiled at him and said:

	- Not much of a treatment to bill us for, eh? Only your first session went 
according to plans.

	- I guess I'll have to admit to that.

	- And your unprofessional behaviour !

	- All right. I'll bill you 500$. Just get out of here.

	On the way out I called the office and said I wasn't coming in more for 
today. The secretary winked at me and whispered: - I hope you have left a 
little for me. Sometimes he calls me in, if he is not all pooped out.

	- Great for you, I whispered back.

	And arm in arm Lonnie and I stepped out into the sunny street on our way to 
..... to what?   I wouldn't know.

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