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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: The Bodyworker, Chapters 1-14
Part: Chapters 1 through 14
Universe: The Bodyworker
Summary: The training and career of a professional sex surrogate and 
hands-on sex therapist who specializes in treating children, 
young adults, and families, along with a select adult female clientele
Keywords: MF, MFF, MFM, MMFFFFF, Mf, Mg, FF, Ff, Fg, FFFFF, groups in 
all combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, incest, preteen, 
pedo, family group sex, therapist/patient, oral, anal, 
mast., light BDSM, hospice sex, sex therapist training, 
sex surrogate training, menstrual sex 


<b>
The Body Worker

by

PlanetDweller
</b>

(MF. MFF, MFM, MMFFFFF, Mf, Mg, FF, Ff, Fg, FFFFF, groups in all 
combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy, 
incest, pedo, family group sex, therapist/patient, oral, anal, mast., 
light BDSM, hospice sex, sex therapist training, 
sex surrogate training, menstrual sex)

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

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 From the website of the Society Of The Scientific Study Of Sexuality:
 
Section VI. The Use of Sex Surrogates
The use of a sex surrogate is ethical when it is not proscribed by law. 
The sexuality professional should ensure 
that the surrogate and client participate freely with informed consent, 
especially with regard to risk of possible 
sexually transmitted diseases. 
When a sex therapist uses a surrogate partner as a part of therapy, the 
surrogate has the same responsibility to 
the client's welfare as does the therapist and the same responsibility 
to keep information about the client confidential. 
It should also be understood that the partner surrogate, WHEN ACTING IN 
THAT CAPACITY, is not a sexual therapist 
and functions only in an adjunctive role under the supervision of the 
sex therapist. It is the responsibility of 
the sex therapist to see that the surrogate is aware of these 
obligations. 
Inclusion of a sexual surrogate in the therapy process should be in 
conformity with the appropriate professional 
surrogates association codes of ethics. Surrogate-assisted therapy 
should also be consistent with the SSSS 
Admissions policy, which requires that surrogates work only under the 
supervision of a licensed clinician. 

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

<b>
Chapter 1:
</b>
My short bio., and how I fell into the 
profession (MF, FMF, sex therapy, sensual massage, sexual massage, 
oral, anal, mast., etc.)


I have to admit it, I'm one of the luckiest guys in the 
world. I have one of the best jobs in the world, make a 
great living at it, and get to have sex with women on a 
daily basis as part of my job. But the reason I feel so 
lucky as that, more than anything else, I get to help 
people, 99%+ of the time women specifically. As a bodywork 
professional, my job is to help women heal the scars of 
past and current sexual trauma and embedded negative 
reflective sexual actions, through application of positive 
bodywork principles. Don't assume I'm a male hooker or 
anything close to that; I'm a trained professional, and all 
my patients are referred to me through my employer, which 
happens to be a professional psychiatric group practice. 
Every single action I take is within the law, and every 
single moment of therapy is reviewed by my bosses, who are 
licensed M.D. psychiatrists or psychotherapy professionals.


I will admit that certain bodywork sexual therapy regimens are 
just barely within the confines of the law 
and/or the canons of medical ethics, but not one finger is 
laid upon a given patient without the expressed orders of 
one my supervising doctors, and all actions I take call to 
the highest order of medical ethics which was the 
granddaddy of them all, the Hippocratic Oath. And I will admit 
also that professional sexual bodywork therapy might 
be considered the psychiatric profession's, mainly the 
family and sex therapy subgroup profession's, dirty little 
secret. Bodywork for/on a patient is used on a patient when 
talk therapy or drug therapy either alone or in combination 
simply doesn't work, doesn't cure or hold out a reasonable 
expectation for a patient's probable cure. The bottom line 
is, is that sexualized bodywork therapy, for certain 
patients which have certain gross sexual 
dysfunction(s) that can't be treated by drugs or talk 
therapy, works.


That's why I am such a huge proponent of my profession, 
however borderline legitimate it may seem to the more 
mainstream medical society or society at-large. In the two 
years I've been a bodywork professional, I've come to 
believe in it more and more. I have to admit that, at 
first, I got into it because of the money, the opportunity 
it presented, that and to be honest the fact I saw it as a 
way of getting laid more than any guy could possibly 
imagine. My profession has become so much more to me now, 
but those more selfish motivations are what initially 
nudged me towards considering it. Perhaps a short bio would 
be helpful in understanding the how and why of the past, before I get 
into the how, who, and where of the present.


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


I grew up in a happy but lower class family in central 
North Carolina, mother and father and one younger sister at 
home. We weren't rich and weren't poor, and because my 
parents didn't have the money to send me to college, in 
retrospect we were more lower than middle-class. After 
graduating from Broughton High, I just bummed around from 
job to job, when I wasn't slacking. I flipped burgers, 
worked construction, ran a cash register at a gift shop at 
Crabtree Valley Mall, did all sorts of normal jobs a 
teen-ager with a high school diploma but not much else 
would do. I tried to get some scholarship money to go to 'State, but 
didn't have the grades for any, and didn't feel 
like getting on the treadmill of debt by taking out student 
loans I'd owe for the next half of my life whether I could 
get a decent job after college or not.


One Sunday I saw an ad for a nurse's aide at Rex Hospital 
in town, which said the job had potential for advancement, 
with a starting salary of $8 an hour with a potential to make $12 an 
hour or more. Quitting my job as a parts clerk 
at a car dealership the next day, I applied for and got the 
job. Being six-three and two-hundred-twenty and nineteen, I 
got the job, no problem. Being a nurse's aide as opposed to 
a nurse, especially when you're a male, is every bit as 
hard, dirty, nasty, and difficult a job as you might 
imagine. When ever a large patient needed to be moved, 
whenever there was a task they didn't want to give to a 
female, I or one my compatriotes was stuck with it. Still, 
I enjoyed the work, I enjoyed helping people, and I enjoyed 
the money. Eventually, I went to night school at Wake Tech, 
and became an LPN. After six years of that and no chance of 
advancing without a earning my RN which I didn't want to take the two 
years off work and go to nursing college to earn, I became tired of it, 
and decided to change careers.


A chance ad in a local weekly freebie arts and 
entertainment paper lead to me attending the Carolus School 
Of Massage Therapy. After getting some credit for some of 
my previous LPN coursework, and after a year of night and 
weekend classes at Carolus in nearby Durham, I finally 
earned my LMT (Licensed Massage Therapist) certificate and 
got my State license.


Because I was a guy, and female massage therapists simply 
have an easier time getting jobs, that's just the way it is, I'm not 
complaining, it took me another six months 
before I finally found someone who would give me a 
full-time job as an LMT, a group of sports medicine and 
physical therapy physicians. Of course they used me in much 
the same capacities as I was employed at Rex doing, moving 
and positioning large patients and such, but I also was 
given a fairly busy workload actually doing therapeutic 
massage on patients, "apprenticing" under the PT's 
(Licensed Physical Therapists) and orthopedic physicians there. It was 
a great group of co-workers there, even the 
doctors treated me and all other lower-level employees with 
respect, and I loved working with "my" patients, both male 
and female. The positive feedback I received from my 
patients, how I knew my healing hands made them feel and helped them 
heal, really made my job worthwhile. The money, 
while it didn't suck per se, wasn't anything to brag about, 
was a little but not much more than I made when I left Rex 
Hospital, especially when I would have a slack month of 
bookings, fifty percent of my salary being commission-based 
on the number of therapeutic massages given during a given 
pay period. But I made enough to pay bills and have 
somewhat of a life, and that was good enough for me.


Two years and a bit into my tenure with the Raleigh Sports 
Injury Clinic, I had another chance encounter, another stop 
of the wheel of my life's synchronicity, which would change 
my life forever, and put me in the where and when that I am 
at now.


On a fateful day in February of that year, two years and some time ago 
now, a certain Dr. Carol Stein came to see me 
as a massage therapy patient. While shoveling snow a few weeks back, 
she had blown a knee out badly, and had also twisted her lower back and 
pulled a couple of muscles in her thighs pretty badly. Dr. Mike, our 
chief surgeon, had ortho'd her knee and that had healed very quickly, 
but she still was bothered by the menu of pulled and strained 
muscles she had inflicted in herself while shoveling snow 
that day some weeks back, mainly because (and she admitted 
to as much) she kept doing too much, wouldn't follow Dr. Mike's orders. 
And she knew better, she was a physician, if 
a mind physician, a psychiatrist, after all. It was on her 
fifth visit to me, which was to be her last, that she 
dropped a bombshell on me.


She was lying on my massage table face up, nude but a towel 
covering her from breasts to just below her pubis. I was working the 
DCL thigh muscle she had pulled and which was 
still spasming from time to time, trying to restore enough 
flexibility in it so it wouldn't tighten up and make her double over in 
pain. As I felt it relax underneath my 
fingers, Dr. Carol opened her eyes up just enough (it's 
common for my patients to doze off while being massaged) to 
make eye contact with me, and asked me sweetly "would you 
mind giving me a labial massage, too?"


The one thing they drill into to you at massage therapy 
school, the one thing my senior instructor, Pam, drilled into me while 
I attended there, was that while all massage 
is a very intimate act, the only thing that keeps 
State-licensed therapeutic massage from being considered on 
the same level as illegal prostitution is the fact that a 
massage therapist can never touch a client in a selfish, sexual way. 
Doing so is the highest breach of professional 
ethics. That said, it was unstated knowledge sexual contact 
does happen in therapeutic massage settings, 
sometimes, in certain circumstances, with certain patients. 
Rarely such sexual massage is by verbal or 
written doctor's orders, more often it is simply a courtesy 
to the patient. Admitted, I had sexually massaged maybe a 
couple of dozen guy patients who had requested it during my 
time at Raleigh Sports, and a greater number of women 
patients. My sexual massage with my women patients were all 
longer-term patients, like Dr. Carol, who I had a sense of, 
who I thought wouldn't scream rape or inappropriate contact 
or try to get my LMT license revoked.

So, I went through my usual of protestations, about how 
doing so would be the highest possible breach of 
professional ethics, how I could lose my license if I did 
so, etc. Dr. Carol just looked at me and said "relax, Eric, 
and I know the drill, and I also know that all massage 
therapists selectively sexual massage certain patients who 
request it...if you want, I'll get a prescription pad from 
my purse, and write myself a prescription for a labial 
massage, which will protect you from all future 
liability..."

"No, that's okay, Dr. Stein, that won't be necessary"

I massaged her outer and inner labia, then her clit, then 
gently frigged her, then massaged her inner thighs some and 
went back to her labia and clit. She only had ten minutes 
left in her appointment block, and I politely suggest she 
might want to hurry. Plus, none of the treatment rooms had 
locks on the doors, and while unlikely, it was possible 
someone could burst in without warning and catch me doing 
something requested but which could get me fired.

"Would you mind doing a deep anal massage, Eric?"

"No, not at all" I answered "but you only have a few 
minutes left...but, sure..."


I slipped a latex exam glove on, lubricated it with some massage oil, 
and massaged two fingers deeply into her anus. 


She came twice that I could tell. Getting dressed, she 
fished a business card from her purse, asking me if I could 
drop by her office sometime soon. I replied honestly that 
the only time I could do so would be after work, after 
normal business hours, one weekday. She asked if later that 
day would be convenient. Seeing her office was way the heck 
out in north Raleigh, traffic would be a bear during rush 
hour then, would make a ten mile trip take fifty minutes to 
drive.

"Six-ish?" I asked.


The smallish parking lot at her office condo complex off Millbrook was 
empty, save a Porsche and an old '70 AMX with 
fading gold paint. The drive from Raleigh Sports' office in 
Cameron Village had taken an hour and fifteen minutes, 
thanks to two wrecks on Wake Forest and Six Forks Road, and 
I was agitated. Taking some deep breaths, it occurred to me 
that I was clueless as to why I was there. She had simply 
asked me to come to her office, and I had said yes. 


Usually, a situation like this is where a client asks me to 
work off the clock, away from the office, thinking they can 
hire me cheaper than what they're paying Raleigh Sports for 
my services, which I never do, insisting they make their 
appointments through RSIC. Focus. Shaking my shoulders and 
doing some jumping jacks to loosen up, my irritation with 
the traffic faded enough to where my eyes and face looked 
calm, at least.

The entire office condo complex was deserted. The main door 
to Wake Family Therapy, PLC, was locked. Knocking, the 
sound of a key turning was heard, and Dr. Stein let me in.

"Please, Eric, come on back to my office."

"Why did you want to see me, Dr. Stein?"

"Please call me Carol, Eric"

"Why did you want to see me...would you like a massage now, 
away from my office, is that why you wanted to see me?" I 
asked politely.

"Yes, partially, that and other reasons...would you like a 
softdrink?"

She sat down beside me on the slightly worn dark-red 
leatherette couch in her office, handing me a Pepsi as she 
sipped on a Diet Coke.

"Eric, over the short course of you treating me as 
therapist to patient, I've become very impressed with 
you...you're a true professional, and as a medical 
professional myself, I appreciate the quality of care when 
given by others...I'll...I'll get right to the point...when 
you gave me that anal massage earlier today, that was the 
very best one I've ever had, no question, you really do 
have a special talent, have special healing hands..."

"Thank you, Carol, I appreciate it...but I need to tell 
you, I don't see clients off the clock, you'll need to call 
the office and make an appointment to see me, I can't and 
won't breech my agreement with Raleigh Sports."

"Well, technically, Eric, since today was my last 
appointment for you to massage my damaged muscles, we're no 
longer therapist and patient, which is why I wanted you to come see me 
this afternoon."


She turned her body more towards me, and her posture 
relaxed. Her facial muscles relaxed, she smiled a bigger smile while 
talking, her pupils dilated noticeably. 
Patients in the past had propositioned me enough to where I 
recognized what was coming next. Considering I hadn't 
gotten laid in a three or four months, that was fine.


"As a  potential friend, Eric, I'm asking if you'd like to 
have sex with me...please understand, first, that I'm 
basically a lesbian, have been since my first husband 
divorced me many years back while I was still in med 
school, and that my professional practice partner, Jean 
Forberg, and I have been lovers for the past ten 
years...it's a committed relationship, we're married, so to 
speak...but, I have to confess, the one thing I miss about 
a hetero relationship is having a man's cock, not a dildo 
or tongue, up my ass..." leaning in to kiss me, she 
whispered "Eric, will you assfuck me, one friend to 
another?"

A look of surprise came over me, and I couldn't help it. My face even 
blushed a little.

"I'll suck you nice and hard if you'd like, and you can 
even fuck my pussy some, if you'll spend most of your 
energy fucking my ass" she continued.

"Sure..Carol, s-s-sh-sure...how would you like to do this?" I 
half-stammered.

Dr. Carol was a 40-ish, middle-aged-ish, slightly plump, but not 
unattractive woman, large breasts that looked to be in the "D" cup 
range, a somewhat large but not fat ass, slightly chubby arms and small 
hands and small feet. She stood up and turned her back to me. I 
unzipped the seam zipper in her somewhat matronly business skirt, she pulling 
her blouse loose from the confines of its waistband. 

Flicking the hooks from her bra as she stepped from her 
panties, I stood up as she sat down on the couch and help me undress.

"Friends...I'm doing this as a favor to a friend, some one I like...a 
friend" I reiterated.

"Friends" she cooed back.

I plopped back down on the couch and she leaned quickly to my cock, 
slurping away. My hard was immediate and powerful.

"Everything you need is in the bottom file cabinet drawer, my Eric 
Dear" she whispered, pointing to a four-drawer cabinet in the corner. My 
hard-on standing at attention, I waddled over to it, and fished three 
or four condoms and a half-filled tube of KY from the assortment of sex 
toys and samples of every conceivable contraceptive device and drug 
known to mankind. Standing in front of her face, she resumed her 
sucking, opening one of the condoms with one quick tear between teeth 
and manicured nails like a pro, and rolled it onto my cock with her 
lips and tongue, something no one had ever done to me before. My hard was 
like iron. My hands gently groped her breasts as she sucked my 
rubberized dick.

As she rolled up on the couch to present her butt to me, I asked as a 
lover if she was sure she didn't mind a short pussy-fuck, before our 
anal sex.

"No, Eric, Dear, whatever you'd like is fine...just 
concentrate on my ass."

My hard being okay for the moment, my tongue found her 
pussy first as she kneeled into the back of the couch, 
lashing her clit and labial lips some. Working my way up, my tongue 
then rimmed her anal pucker, then penetrated her dark rose, as my fingers 
gently massaged her pussy and clit. Scooting up to straddle behind her, 
my dick penetrated inside her, as I grabbed one asscheek with one hand 
and pushed a lubricated thumb up her ass, my short digit pressing 
through her Douglas Pouch tissue to where my longer cock was one with 
it. She bucked some and seemed to come.

Pulling my thumb out and pushing my cock in, she moaned so loud with 
unfetered passion that her office condo neighbors would have easily 
heard, had it been business hours. My right hand pushed forward for 
balance, my left hand reached around to find and rub her clit, my neck 
leaned in and our lips meet and tongues wrestled, a perfect passionate 
kiss. 

The grind continued for another fifteen minutes or more, but she didn't 
want to lay flat down on the couch, and it was an acrobatic act to 
maintain my balance on the six to twelve inches of couch space that my 
knees had to work with, so, I picked up my pace for three or four 
minutes, and came.

"That was incredible, Eric, simply fucking 
incredible...!!!" my Dr. Carol Stein-lover exclaimed.

I shot her a sweet and polite but slightly cynical "yeah, right, you 
probably say that to all the straight guys who fuck you in the ass" 
look.

She kissed me full on the lips, playing with my still 
semi-hard cock as she sat-lay in my lap, with a "no, silly Eric, I mean 
it!...thank you, friend...Thank You...you were incredible, you have 
something, you gave me something very special, something I haven't had 
in years...thank you.." her voice trailing off as she leaned her face 
into my neck to snuggle a bit.

Then, out of the silence save the whisper of traffic noise out on 
Millbrook Road, came a slightly sarcastic 
clap-clap-clap-clap of someone's hands in mock salute. 
Standing in the slightly ajarred doorway between Carol's office and 
Jean's office next door, was Carol's partner 
Jean. She didn't look mad, but she didn't look happy, 
either. Her face didn't register much at all. Her hand 
between her legs, her fingers playing with her cunt as she stood naked 
in the doorway, said quite a bit. It shouted that a threesome with the 
two of them was next, lesbians or not. But it wasn't to be.

"Did he perform as good as he looked like he was doing?" Jean asked 
Carol with deadpanned nonchalance.

"Oh, yeah...Oh, YEAH...he handled me, the situation 
perfectly."

"Do you think he'll do...do you think he's the one?..." 
Jean mumbled to her with dispassionate indifference, 
talking to Carol as if I wasn't in the room at all, her 
intended rudeness making me a little pissed-off at her 
"...have you asked him yet?"

"Asked me what, yet?" I interjected with concern. Was this a set-up? 
Was this some sort of blackmail scam? What the fuck was going on?

"About a little business proposition we might have for you, that's 
what" Carol responded as she pried herself from our embrace and 
Jean went back to her office to get dressed again, as I and Carol did.

I was unsure of what to do. I knew I had been used. But I had gotten my 
own rocks off, I had used Carol, so I figured what the hell. Getting 
dressed, Carol sat in her executive chair behind her antique walnut 
desk, as Jean came back in, dressed, her long and shapely legs stilting 
her thin and shapely five foot nine fashion model frame. Talk about an 
odd couple. Jean pulled a chair around to next to Carol, as they 
motioned me to sit in a chair in front of the desk.

"I know you're a bit anxious and more than a bit curious, and maybe 
even feel a bit used, Eric, but what we did was mutual, you wanted to 
assfuck me as much as I wanted you to do it, or we wouldn't have, 
agreed?..." I nodding my head yes in agreement "...but, 
I have to admit, Jean and I did have a greater motive than just 
you and I having great sex this afternoon...Eric, have you ever
 heard of the term 'bodyworker'?"

I nodded my head "no".

"Have you ever heard of the term 'sex surrogate'?"

"Yes, I have heard of that term, Dr. Stein" my language 
dropping a gear to the more formal, as an expression of 
irritation and slight feelings of betrayal.

"I feel you have a special empathy for patients, for women in 
particular, Eric, a special empathy and set of talents that could be 
put to much better use as a bodyworker, as a sex surrogate if you will, 
than what you're doing now as a massage therapist...interested...maybe?"

"Possibly...what did you have in mind?"

"Eric, Jean and I, along with our other partner Dr. Kim 
Johnson, have built up a thriving family and marital 
therapy practice in our 13-14 years in business...we 
counsel mainly male-female couples in all aspects of 
family, marital, and sex therapy...but, what we don't 
advertise, but which the rest of the psychiatric community knows and 
which we bill probably fifty percent of our billings from from outside 
referrals from other practices, is that we have also have a thriving 
bodywork, sexual surrogacy practice, a greater percentage of which has 
become female in the nine or ten years that we've been doing 
this...what no one knows is that a couple of weeks ago, two of our three 
professional bodyworkers quit at the same time...yes, they were both 
women, and they fell in love, and left us to go out West, just giving 
us two weeks notice, not even finishing out their patient calendars...this 
has left in a real lurch, and a real potential crisis concerning 
cash-flow...we need two bodyworkers, and we need them now...but 
since the American Psychiatric Association doesn't recognize fully the 
legitimacy of sexual surrogacy, actually frowns on most forms of 
bodywork let alone some of the cutting edge stuff we do here in our 
practice, it's not like we can put an ad in the classifieds for 
experienced bodyworkers..."

I nodded my head and mumbled some "uh-hu's" in 
acknowledgment, my eyes not wavering from Carol's. They may have been 
great psychiatrists, but they were lousy 
businesspeople, Carol was laying all her cards on the table upfront, 
not a terribly bright negotiating stance.

"...I honestly do feel you have a special gift for relating to 
patients, especially women patients...would you consider 
becoming a bodyworker in our practice, Eric?"

"And exactly what would be my duties, what would be my 
responsibilities, and what would be my compensation, 
Carol?" I replied with a smile.

"The crux of bodyworking, Eric, is that you would have sex in 
therapeutic modes with women patients that would be within the aegis of 
our practice...mostly women, and some couples, mostly male-female and 
some female-female couples, and maybe one patient out of a hundred 
being a man but you'd see the odd man only in a setting with another woman 
bodyworker as a team...we'd send you to a special school for 
bodyworkers, we'd pay you for attending it and pay all your expenses 
there and back, the proviso being that if we had to fire you for just 
cause within the first year you would owe use what we spent on your 
training or if you somehow flunked out of the school either then you 
would owe what we spent on sending you there...but we're not worried 
about that...after attending bodywork school, you'd be in our sole 
employ...we'll offer you a great base salary, plus non-expensible 
commissions on each patient you would see...we'll give you, no, we'll 
insist on you living in a very nice apartment that's just a 
quarter mile from here, where you'd live and where you would see all 
your patients at as your professional therapeutic bodywork office too, 
an apartment which will be 100% no-cost to you, except for your phone 
and cable tv...and, you'll have delivery accounts at several local deli 
and pizza places, where you can order whatever you'd like, your food 
bill will be minimal...but more than anything else, Eric...friend, 
Eric...you'll be helping many women who need a firm, strong, but gentle 
and empathetic healing hand to overcome the gamut of sexual problems 
that society dismisses women as generally having, let alone needing to 
have therapeutic measures to cure...whad'ya say?"

Jean came around and handed me a sheaf of papers and a 
videotape. The papers were a collection of non-disclosure, non-compete, 
non-prosecutorial, indemnification, limitation of liability, personal 
services contract forms, the whole nine yards. 

"Just standard forms that all our bodyworkers and other 
contract employees have to sign. For your protection and ours..." Jean 
spoke as she walked back to her chair "...I'm sure you're curious about 
compensation...that's on the first personal services contract, if 
you're curious."

Seven hundred dollars a week base salary, plus a commission based on 
forty percent of total gross billings.

"Just 40%?"

"We are giving you a thousand-dollar per month apartment rent-free, 
plus you'll see in the table below that paragraph that depending
 on total year-end billings, you'll be eligible 
for bonuses that could add another ten percent, for a possible total of 
fifty percent of billings...the commission is addition to your base 
salary, it's not playable against that, don't forget that" Carol 
intoned.

"Ohhhh...I see" I mumbled as I read further. It was obvious they would 
be making money but not a fortune off my labors.

"And.." Jean interjected "...even though you can never 
repeat this, and will only be touched on but lightly in 
B-school, you'll basically have unlimited pussy in this 
job...even though it can never be stated bluntly like I'm doing now, as 
long as you accomplish the therapeutic objectives for a patient that 
you are given by Carol or myself, there will be nothing wrong
 with you enjoying yourself too, with you getting your own rocks off, 
Eric...you're single...think about...unlimited pussy, 
limitless sex, hundreds of women....in fact, the bodywork profession 
has learned over the years that due to the beyond intimate nature of the 
job, that if you don't partake of your own desires and pleasures, again 
within the therapy context and making sure that whatever you do 
enhances the therapy and heals the patient quicker, if you don't relieve 
yourself of the continuing sexual tension with your patients, you'll blow a 
gasket, Eric, you'll simply go bonkers and quit, to use a psychiatric 
term" Jean said with her first pleasant smile and half-laugh.

"Keep in mind too, Eric, that the average career life-span of a 
bodyworker is just five years...fifty percent quit before their third 
year, almost none last past seven..." Carol quipped "...that, and the 
sometimes emotional turmoil you'll experience, you'll be in bi-weekly 
or weekly therapy sessions with one of us as our way of monitoring your 
mental attitude in health....a short career and an empathetic sinkhole 
of emotions are the two greatest negatives of the job."

"What about disease?"

"With all the precautions taken with each patient before they are 
allowed to participate in bodywork therapy, that's really a non-issue, 
but prophylaxis modalities will be covered as part of your training in 
any case..."

"Well, Eric, what'dya say, you interested?" Jean 
half-sneered, bitch.

"I really would like for you to seriously consider joining our 
practice, Eric, my friend..." Carol smiled saying much sweeter 
"...we do need you, too, no BS...if we don't get someone, actually two,
within the next sixty days, preferably the next thirty days, half 
our practice will be irrevocably damaged, business-wise
...we need your help...I honestly feel you'd be perfect for 
this job...will you join our team, Eric?"

"Can I see the apartment?" I asked with little-boy tone.

"Just make sure you watch the videotape when you get 
home...you do have a VCR, don't you?...." Jean asked 
sarcastically, bitch, I nodding "yes", "...and read over the paperwork 
carefully, even have a lawyer read over 
everything if you want, everything's above board with us, Eric."

"But we will need a decision within 48 hours from now, or we'll have to 
try to find someone else..." Carol cautioned "and, Eric, one other 
thing, that's not in the 
paperwork...you'll...ahhheemmmm....cough...you'll also be expected to 
'service' me like you did tonight, usually about once per week, as a 
friend, not billable...that's non-negotiable, Eric...is that okay?"

"Sure, I don't have a problem with that, Carol...it was fun with 
you...can we go see my new apartment now?"

We drove in Jean's Porsche, leaving Carol's old AMX in the parking lot, 
to the brick triplex down Woodland Ave. and around to a cul-de-sac, 
where it sat amongst a small collection of duplexes and triplexes. The 
three units curved around the lot, parking spaces in front of each one. 

Opening the front door, Jean flicked on the lights, and 
walked to the sliding patio doors to shove them open and let some fresh 
air in. A large bedroom was to my left, a small kitchen with 
half-height counter to my right at the far end, and a small anteroom, not much 
bigger than a large broom closet which Carol said was intended for us 
as an in-home office, tucked up under the steps to the second floor and 
extending to beside the front door, a computer sitting atop a cheap 
desk next to a small window which faced the parking spaces. A small but 
working fireplace with gas logs sat squatty in the back left corner. 

Outside through the patio doors was a large, wraparound deck that 
extended a good ten or fifteen feet beyond the doors, a waist-high 
semi-privacy fence on either side offering minimal but possible privacy 
from the other two units, especially when the four-person outside 
Jacuzzi at each porch area was in use. Back inside, Carol took me 
upstairs to the second floor. Three rooms, again, one large bedroom, 
one small one, and a smaller anteroom.

"The downstairs is intended for use as your professional treatment 
area...the bedroom downstairs is to be your 
treatment bedroom area...this area is to be your private space...you 
can keep this furniture to use, or bring your own, as you wish, but 
everything in the professional bedroom stays as is..." Carol whispered, 
as she kissed me on the lips and grabbed my crotch in a friendly but 
erotic way "...I really want to you to join our practice, Eric, my 
friend."

Jean was pacing as we walked back down the stairs. I went inside the 
"professional treatment area" bedroom, noticing a screen. Peeking 
behind it, lay a high-tech gynecological exam table, along with 
a stainless steel coatrack and some stainless steel cabinets. 
I couldn't help but laugh aloud a light guffaw.

"This place is for professional bodywork practice, Eric" Jean sneered.

"Well, Eric, my friend...are you in or out?" Carol asked.

"You said I could have two days to decide."

"48 hours, kiddo" Jean shot back.

"Two days..." I sidelipped.

They drove me back to my car, and I went home. I stayed up most of the 
night, watching the tape about bodywork 
practices and methodologies, four times. The tape was 
fairly generic and really non-sexual in most ways, but I picked up the 
subrosa text within the portrayals of female and male sex surrogates, 
errrr, bodyworkers, working with female and male patients, though they 
discounted and didn't talk much about male therapist-female patient 
bodywork. 

My mind kept going back to what Jean said, about the job also having 
the main side benefit of unlimited pussy, but most strikingly, what Carol 
said about what I would be doing would be healing, would be healing 
women, patients, and whatever slightly selfish pleasure I would receive 
would simply be a side benefit.

The next morning, I went into Raleigh Sport Injury and 
tendered my resignation, offering them sixty days, so my calendar could 
be cleared and I wouldn't leave them in a lurch. They said sixty days 
wasn't needed, that thirty or even just two weeks would be fine. They 
implied but didn't come right and say that they could replace me with a 
single phone call. Pushing it, I asked if they would still give me a 
good reference if I was to want to quit right then, that I had a 
fantastic new job offer, not saying who what or where, stressing that I 
didn't want to leave them hanging with patients who wouldn't receive 
massage therapy because of my leaving. Dr. Mike told me that I had been 
an excellent employee, and they would really hate to lose me, but if I 
had such a great offer, they wouldn't hold me back, and they would be 
glad to give me an excellent employment reference.

I shook his hand, thanked him profusely, then drove over to Wake Family 
Therapy to personally tell Carol and Jean that I had accepted their 
offer. They were both busy, but Dr. Johnson, Kim, came out to talk to 
me. She said she was privy to everything, everything that had 
gone on last night, and she was glad I had decided to come aboard. 

Walking me back to her office, she handed me the usual tax forms and 
such to fill out, and then I spent the next hour signing all the legal 
stuff and having it notarized by Mariva, the receptionist. Once all 
that was done, Carol and Jean came back to Kim's, Dr. Johnson's, office, 
and much to my surprise, all gave me a polite but sincere group hug, Carol 
again kissing me on the lips in a more-than-friendly kiss. 

Reaching under a pile of papers on her desk, Kim handed me a plane 
ticket to New York City, an itinerary, a company credit card that she 
said had a five-hundred limit and was meant for emergency expenses, and 
a bank envelope with five one-hundred-dollar bills inside it, Carol 
cautioning to spend what I wanted on whatever I wanted, but to get 
receipts for everything, and call if that wasn't enough. 

The itinerary showed me leaving for JFK Airport that Friday night, and 
coming back Sunday night week. I kissed Carol on the lips and Kim and 
even Jean on the cheek, thanking them again and again. Carol handed me 
two thick three-ring binders of material, the covers of which were 
labeled "Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork", warning me not to let anyone 
see these under any circumstances for any reason and to take them with 
me to my bodywork school, then patted me on the butt and told me to 
scoot, that they all had patients to see, and they'd see me when I got 
back. I left their office high on life, my feet fractionally inches off 
the ground.


<b>
Chapter 2:
</b>
Prep, and the trip up to New York (MF, mast., oral, 
straight, sex therapy)

The phone rudely awakened me at 6:30 the next morning. It 
was Kim.

"Uhhhhh...ohhh...uggghhh....hell....hellooo?" I mumbled 
into the receiver.

"Eric, this is Dr. Johnson...."

Cough...hack...clearing my throat...trying to wake up... 

"uhh...yes, Kim...Dr. Johnson...what do you want?" I spake 
with sleepy unintentional mild rudeness.

"Eric, you darted out yesterday before I could finish 
telling you about the rest of what you'll have to do before 
going up to your school...please come by my office at eight 
this morning..."

"I thought you, errrrr, we, didn't open up until nine?"


"We don't, I won't be there, but Mariva will...you've got 
more tests to take of all kinds, we need to have you do a 
complete physical, get blood and fluid samples drawn, a ton 
of stuff, and it needs to be done today, if you're going to 
make the class starting this weekend...otherwise, you won't 
have time, and we'll have to find someone else..." she 
continued.

"Uh...Oh...okay...no problem....I'll be there at eight".

"Oh, and uh, Eric..."

"Uh-hu"

"Have you gone to the bathroom yet this morning, or eaten 
anything yet?"

"No, I haven't, why?"

"Please don't if you haven't....don't eat, or go to the 
bathroom at all, if you can possibly hold it...it's for the 
tests...and if you have any questions during the day, 
please call me directly, don't bother Dr. Stein or Jean, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, 'talk to you later today" I finished.


Mariva was waiting for me when I got to Wake Family 
Therapy's office five minutes before eight. She took me 
into the conference room and handed me a stack of 
pre-printed tests. One was a standard Meyers-Briggs 
personality profile test, plus another one of some name I 
didn't recognize, then a sexuality scale test to determine 
where on the homo-hetero line I was, and a test for all the 
world was like one of those online "purity tests", except 
this one was much more comprehensive, over a thousand 
questions and scenarios, and was much more formalized in structure. 


Handing me a plastic brown bottle full of little white 
pills, Mariva continued "Eric, these are MascuStat pills, 
they're the first clinically proven oral male contraceptive 
hormone pills..."


I shot Mariva an unvarnished look of disbelief, a look 
which didn't hide what I was thinking, "you've got to 
fucking putting me on".

"...don't give me that look, Eric, I'm serious..."

"There's no such thing" I replied.

"Yes, there is, and these are it...they've been available 
in certain European countries for over twenty years now, and have shown 
to have virtually zero side effects with 
99.9% efficacy...the only side effects are a small increase 
in libido, and a propensity to grow deeper and thicker 
facial and body hair, that, and once in a while with a few 
men, some mild headaches and stomach upset...anyway, after 
you finish your tests this morning, take one at lunch, and 
every single day for as long as you're employed here at 
Wake Family in your capacity as a bodyworker, you'll 
need to take one per day, the very last thing before you go 
to bed...here's a copy of the page about them from the EC 
(European Community) PDR (Physician's Desk Reference, a 
guide to prescription drugs, Eric)...if you have further questions 
about them, talk to Dr. Johnson, OK?" Mariva 
continued, I nodding my head silently in agreement.



"And..." she started again, giving me several pre-printed 
forms "...here's your authorizations for all the tests 
you'll need to take and other errands you'll need to 
run...please look them over, ask if you have questions, and 
ask especially ask if you don't know how to get to any of 
the addresses where they're located, okay?"


I looked them over, and replied "no, Mariva, everything 
looks fine, I know where all these offices are, 'can find 
them at least".


I really had to take a shit really bad and a piss even 
worse, but almost busting with pressure, I made it over 
quickly to my first stop, MedFacts Corp. over on Computer 
Drive off Six Forks Road. Damn near running in, I handed the 
receptionist my paperwork, told her I couldn't hold my 
urine or bowel movements much longer, and she quickly 
hustled me back to an exam room. A nurse darted in quickly 
behind her, handing me a urine specimen bottle and a 
wax-paper bucket with lid for my stool sample, pointing me 
to the bathroom in the corner of the exam room without 
saying a word. Ahhhh, it felt so good, to finally get some 
relief! And, I had done what Dr. Kim asked me to do, held 
it all in until asked for it. No way I was going to screw 
the pooch on this opportunity of a lifetime.


Coming from the bathroom, this nurse that really 
looked like a nurse, early middle age with short 
hair and white posture shoes and a bit frumpy, had a 
vampire table next to an exam chair all ready for me. 


She took two tubes of blood from my right arm, then two more
from the left. 


The receptionist brought in a small cup of 
orange juice for me to sip on, the nurse stopping me with a 
"not yet, not until I get a sample first", swabbing the 
inside of my mouth in three different places with three 
different sterile swabs, tossing them into separate sterile 
specimen tubes. Reaching in to retrieve an old x-rated porn 
magazine from the exam table's instrument drawer, she 
busily labeled all the recovered specimens while looking away from me 
with a "Mr. Woods, please get undressed, and 
masturbate yourself to a firm but not hard erection, and please, do not 
orgasm while doing so..." she said as if 
talking to an appliance repairman about her broken toaster "...I'll be 
back to collect the last specimens needed in three or four minutes, 
thank you" she concluded, as she 
took the other specimens out to the outer office.


The porn was boring, and while I can always get an 
erection, even while reading the newspaper, I just didn't 
feel like it. I was playing with myself, looking at the 
nastymag, when Nurse Ice came back in. She gave me a look 
of unbridled disappointment. My erection was between half 
and three quarters. Motioning me back on to the exam table, 
she began masturbating me herself. Harder, but still not hard.


"Would additional visual and other stimuli help you, Mr. Woods?...this 
is an important test, your employer is 
totally insistent upon it..." Nurse Iceberg continued.

"Sure...I guess, 'guess so..." I answered a bit shyly, 
unsure what I was slightly embarrassed about.


Getting up and locking the exam room door behind her, she 
quickly undid her white nurse's blouse and scooted out of 
her bra, her gargantuan tits with saucer-size nipples 
flopping onto her chest. Cradling my cock between them, she 
got me into a tit-fuck with a practiced ease. That did feel 
good. It finally got hard after a few minutes of this. 

"I can't give you oral stimulation without ruining the test, 
Mr. Woods, and you do need to come, and I need a sample of 
both your pre-cum and your come...you're excited but not obviously 
sufficiently so...is there anything I can do to 
expedite this process?" she asked friendly but 
professionally.

"May feel your breasts and pussy, Nurse?" I asked with 
attempted equal professional detachment.

"Yes, you may".


I played with her actually not-too-bad mounds of round 
while she stood in front of me. Standing up, I shoved my hand down her 
pants, and found her cunt, beginning a slow 
frig. She noticed a drop of pre-cum forming on my urethral 
opening, and patted the exam table, motioning for me to 
scoot back up there. Masturbating me a little more, she got 
her sample of pre-cum on a sterile swab, and then with both 
hands, managed to bring me to orgasm, catching that 
specimen in another clear glass specimen jar.


"Thank you, Mr. Woods, you've been very cooperative" she said as she 
got re-dressed and unlocked the exam room door.


My next appointment was with a GP I didn't know and had 
never been to at 10:30AM. Having a ton of personality and 
sexuality tests to fill out before five that afternoon, I 
bided my time productively, filling them out while waiting 
to see the doctor. Finally, at a little past eleven a.m., I 
was called back into an exam room. I had expected an old fart of a 
physician, but was treated to be examined by a very attractive lady 
doctor. I know it was all clinical, but her looks didn't hurt, 
especially when she was working 
my butt with that ol' fingerwag. She pronounced me fit as 
any sixty-year-old man she's seen lately, laughing at her 
own joke, as I got dressed and headed for some lunch, 
stopping at the Arby's on Hillsboro St.


I continued filling out the tests with my trusty number two 
pencils as I scarfed down some roast beef and cheese 
sandwiches. I hadn't even eaten a single bite of anything 
for breakfast, per Dr. Kim's admonition, and was hungry. 

My next appointment, my last for the day, was at a 
photographer's, which I didn't understand, but really 
didn't care, at 1:30.


My session at the photographer's was bizarre, but harmless, 
I guess my new employers had their reasons. Basically, I was
lead to a backroom at the studio where there was a 
black backdrop with the thin white borders of thin white lines forming 
one-inch or so squares on it. While I was 
completely naked, they made me stand, turn, squat, and pose 
in a wide variety of stances and poses, while in front of 
the backdrop. Damned if I know why. Like I say, though, 
unimportant.


Finishing my photo shoot, I just drove around some to clear 
my head a little, and ended up parking in the parking lot 
of Lake Johnson City Park and finished filling out the 
tests at a covered picnic shelter area. For a February day, 
it was a perfect North Carolina winter day, no humidity, high around 
sixty.


Heading back to my new office, I dropped all the paperwork 
copies and receipts from the tests and all and the 
personality tests and all off. While making small talk with 
Mariva, she is nicer than maybe I've indicated so far, 
Carol, Dr. Stein, popped around the corner of the hallway 
and said "hi" to me. I asked if she had a minute, and she 
said yes, just a minute. We went back to her office, and I 
asked her about this MascuStat male contraceptive pill, 
told I hadn't heard of such a thing, and had some real 
concerns. She asked if I had taken one at lunch yet per 
Mariva's earlier instructions, and admitted that I hadn't.


"Eric, my friend, my employee, you've done real well so 
far, but it's important to always do 
exactly as I, Jean, or Kim tell you to do... 
otherwise, this arrangement is not going to work out... I'm 
not scolding, just reiterating...do you understand?"

"Yes, Carol, I understand"

"Good...take one of those pills right now, and from now on, 
you must take one each night last thing before bed, 
okay?"


I went out to the bottled water cooler to get a cup of Le 
Bleu, and walked back in to her office to let her see I was 
indeed taking a pill right then. She was on the phone, but 
still motioned me in. I had another couple of questions. I 
wanted to ask her about this Polykinetic Bodywork School, 
especially me being put on the hook for right over $10,000 
to the practice, if I was fired or quit during the first year.


"Eric..friend, it's real simple..." she said with sweet face as 
she reached across the table motioning me to 
extend my arm and hold her outstretched hand "...trained bodyworkers 
are in such high demand all over the country, 
it's such an exclusive occupational category that you're becoming a 
member of, that once you become trained and get 
a little experience and learn the business part of the 
business, learn who's who and where's what, that you'll 
probably be headhunted by other practices in other States, 
particularly in the major metro areas, you'll probably get 
offers that will be much higher than what our modest 
practice can afford to pay you here...that indemnification 
agreement is simply our way of protecting ourselves from getting stuck 
for the ten or eleven thousand dollars, 
should you decide to leave us...we're making a commitment, 
and we feel you're making one to us...this just puts it in 
black-and-white, that's all".


Made perfect sense, what Carol was saying, so I bought it 
at face-value. Leaning over her desk to kiss her a friendly good-bye 
one, she grasped me behind my head and firmly 
lip-locked me for a minute or more, her tongue finding mine inside my 
mouth. I smiled as I pulled away to leave, she 
mirroring one back to me. Then she handed me a sealed 
business-size envelope, telling me not to open it under any 
circumstances, until I was actually on the plane heading to 
school that following Friday, I nodding in agreement. 
Another mystery, but again, I didn't care. I simply didn't 
care. 


"See you when I get back" I whispered as I blew her a 
friendly kiss as I turned to head out. I thought to myself 
that she would make a really nice girlfriend, even if she 
was probably fifteen years older than me, that, that and the fact she 
wasn't already married to another lesbian.


The next day was a total slack day. I studied my bodywork 
handbooks as best I could, but a lot of the concepts 
presented were so far-out, so cutting-edge, that a lot of 
them didn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I figured 
everything would be explained to me at the bodywork school. 
Mariva called about lunch and told me the lab had screwed 
up and they needed to re-swab the inside of my mouth. I 
asked what on earth that test was for, and she replied 
"honestly, I haven't the foggiest".


I ran by MedFacts and they did another series of swabs on 
my tongue and gums and roof of my mouth, and I was flat out 
of there in five minutes. My life was changing, certainly, 
hopefully for the better. My salary had been increased 
twenty-five percent plus just on base alone that week. I felt like 
treating myself. I went to Sam's Steakhouse since 
I was in the part of town anyway, had myself one of their 
perfect prime ribs, washing it down with a couple of 
Heinnies-on-draughts, and went home and to bed early.


Friday-day was just a blur. I remember trying to study my 
manuals some, but couldn't concentrate, so I just 
cat-napped away most of the day in my easy chair, ESPN 
creating a drone of white noise on the tube. A siren off in 
the distance woke me up from my shallow slumber around 
three, lucky for me. My plane for NYC was due to leave in 
about two hours, and with the traffic on '40 and all, and 
all the incoming business people coming home for the 
weekend from out-of-state, I knew I had better skee-daddle 
on, so I wouldn't miss my flight, and screw up my life.


I have to admit that this was only the second or third time 
I had ever flown anywhere. Somehow, I got in my head that 
the practice was going to fly me up first-class. Yeah, 
right, fat fucking chance. My USAir 737 heading to JFK 
Airport in NYC stunk like a week's worth of mixed body 
odors and stale food and alcohol witch's brew of smells. 

The odor of burned kerosene fumes from the idling engines 
outside also mixed in with the other bitch's brew fumes, rolling in 
from the open cabin door at the front. I felt I 
was going to be airsick soon, and we hadn't even begun to 
taxi for takeoff. My seat, my narrow-assed coach set, was 
all the way in the back, the back of it pressed against the 
bulkhead next to the toilet. At least they had booked me an 
aisle seat, where I could stretch out my six-three frame.


The plane was nearly empty, five or six passengers total. The RDU 
terminals had been nearly full of the herd of human 
cattle returning from their business foraging expeditions 
the week before, but my flight heading up, away from the destination 
that most of the rest of the traffic was 
seeking, was nearly empty. A short, plumpish, but 
well-groomed woman made her way down the aisle with two 
carry-ons dragging. Opening the overhead compartment above 
me, she saw it was full of my bags, and opened the one next 
to it, asking if I minded helping her put her things in the 
overhead, since she was a little vertically challenged, 
making a harmless joke at her own expense. I told her I 
didn't mind at all, 'happy to help. She sat down in the 
middle seat of the three abreast row next to me. I 
suggested she might want to move up to one of the empty 
rows where she could have a whole row to herself, that the 
flight crew didn't care. She smiled, and moved one over to 
the window seat instead, settling in for takeoff.


The plane glided out above Umstead State Park next to the 
airport, turning a one-eighty to head north to Naw Yawk. 

The setting sun pierced the window, lighting my seatrow 
companion's face like a painting. A few minutes of silence, 
then I introduced myself. I told her my name was "Eric", and that I was 
heading to NYC to attend a week-long 
training conference that my employer was paying me to 
attend. She introduced herself as "Margot", and said she was also 
heading that way for something similar, asking me 
where I was staying when I got to town, just making 
friendly smalltalk. Absentmindedly, I replied "at the 
Roslyn Harbour Inn, in a little town just outside New York 
City called Roslyn, I think it's out on Long Island 
somewhere".


Her mouth visibly dropped. "Eric...it is Eric, right?"

"Yes, Margot, call me Eric" I smiled back.

"Eric...Eric, you by chance wouldn't be going to attend a 
workshop that has the word Polykinetic in the name of it, 
would you?"


My own mouth then dropped, too. "Margot, is your employer, 
by sheer chance, Wake Family Therapy on Millbrook Road 
in Raleigh, are you a recent hire, and by chance, do you have a sealed 
envelope in your possession that Dr. Carol or 
one the doctors told you not to open until you were in the 
air?"

"Yes, Eric...to everything".


Total silence for ten or more minutes. Carol, for some 
bizarre reason(s), had played another one of her byzantine 
games on me. I stood up, opened the overhead, fished my 
sealed envelope out of my jacket, and sat back down to read 
it. As I began reading mine, Margot got hers out of her 
purse, and began reading her own letter to her from our new 
bosses. The letter to me basically introduced me to Margot, 
giving me a short bio of her, said that she was their other 
new employee that they had hired to replace the other 
employees that had left, and that she and I would be 
apprenticing under Connie, the long-standing bodywork 
employee of Wake Family, once we got back from our 
training. Connie was burned out, having hit the old 
five-year brickwall of being a professional, full-time 
bodyworker that Jean and Carol had mention during my 
recruitment, but had agreed to stay on until Margot and I 
or whoever had completed the rest of their apprenticeship 
under her. It went on to say that we two were to be the 
core of their bodywork team, that we would be working 
extremely closely as a team once we got back, and that 
eventually, we would also mentor any new bodywork 
employee-recruits they might hire in the future. It 
concluded by telling us that we would partnered together during our 
classes soon to come, and since we would 
literally be having sex in every conceivable way hundreds 
if not thousands of times in the future, it was within the 
"rules", it was okay for us to go ahead and have sex 
tonight if we wished, just for fun.   


I was stunned, and by the look on Margot's face, she was equally 
stunned. Silently, I handed her my letter, and she 
mine. Her letter read boilerplate identical to mine, except 
hers contained my bio of course instead of hers, and the possessive 
presence was changed to me and not her, if you 
know what I mean. Stunned. Fucking stunned. Carol and them 
had played matchmaker to Margot and myself, without ever asking us let 
alone introducing us, they had fucking 
basically "married" us without ever letting us meet first 
and say yeah or neigh, married us at least in the 
professional, the health professional slash professional bodyworker 
sense of the word. Fuck them. My blood 
immediately boiled inside at this gross deception, then 
fell back to a simmer, then to a bearable warmth.


I looked over at Margot Kendra Knight sitting in her window 
seat. My eyes took her in, totally. 4'11", 125 lb.s or so, 
pageboy-cut deep brunette hair, thick-lensed glasses inside 
a plain dark frame, green eyes, shapely 34D or slightly 
larger tits, a reasonably narrow waist and hips that were 
in proportion to her height and weight, wearing enough 
jewelry to be an Arab bride but tastefully so in the right 
places, small hands with delicate fingers, small feet, her 
package fitting nicely in her solid black off-the-rack 
Stein-Mart dress. Not bad, really. Considering that my 
bridges were burned and that, apparently, Margot and I 
would be sexual partners for the next some years many times 
more than any similar married couple would be in the same 
time frame, if so in a professional not passionate sexual 
way, I, I mean Carol and them, could have done a lot worse 
to or for me. And, Margot seemed to have a high sense of 
self-confidence and self-assurance that just radiated her 
basic niceness and decency and empathy and yes, raw 
sexuality just under the surface. She projected a sense 
that she liked everyone and most everyone liked her, and 
that she could handle herself in most any situation. Truly 
feminine. That's the feeling I'm looking to express. All woman.
Velvet dynamite inside a healing and nurturing 
package. Yep, I could have done a lot worse.


Margot was similarly scoping me out, probably, hopefully thinking along 
the same lines I was. She smiled at me, and 
I smiled back, genuinely. She got up and sat back down in 
her original seat assignment, next to me. I took her hand, 
intertwined our fingers, kissed her on the forehead, and asked "Margot, 
'everything okay?".


Looking deep into my eyes for reassurance, finding it, she 
replied "Yes, Eric, everything's fine", smiling a most 
sincere smile back to me still.


Our plane slid through the star and street-lit darkness of 
New York City, bumpily touching down on an empty outer 
runway at JFK. We two being at the rear, being last off the 
plane, I put my arm around Margot's waist as a sign of 
trust and friendship, she returning the gesture. Exiting into the New 
York City piss-smell from USAir's passenger enclosure, three older 
black guys in dark uniforms waited as a group together,
one holding up a sign that read "Woods", another that read "Knight".
We walked up to them, and said who we were.

"Have any checked baggage?"

"Just one piece" I replied.

"I had two" Margot chimed in.


"Let me have your baggage claim stubs, so we can fetch them 
for you."


I shot him a puzzled look, like it might be some sort of big-city scam 
to steal my luggage, but he quickly pulled a 
letter of introduction out from his pocket, a short two 
line letter on a Polykinetic Bodywork Institute letterhead 
and signed by one Dr. Hugo Chaim, telling to whom it may concern who 
his employees were. 


One of his helpers took our claim checks and went off to get our 
luggage for us.

"We've got three more coming..." "Mac" said, "...and their 
plane won't be in for another two hours, they're flying in 
from the west coast, we'll all have to wait 
together...would you like something to eat or drink?"


I looked at Margot and she nodded her head "yes". We 
started to wander off to one of the clipjoint restaurants 
down the terminal's hallway, but Mac caught up quickly to 
us, with a "Mr. Woods, Ms. Knight, we need to stay together 
as a group...burgers okay?...let's go to that restaurant over there", 
pointing to a semi-fancy for an airport 
terminal sitdown restaurant with semi-open seating.


As we walked, I couldn't help but notice a somewhat plump 
but nice-looking and nicely-built middle-aged 40-ish white 
lady, and a late 20's, tall and rather thin but shapely 
with small breasts light-skinned black chick with 
straightened hair and huge eyes also fall in behind us, as 
part of our little group.


"Oh, my manners..." Mac chirped "Eric, Margot, this is 
Gwen..." our hands reaching to shake hers, our middle-age 
lady friend "...and this is Maddy", a round of continued handshakes and 
pleased-to-meet you's being exchanged. 
"Everyone here..." Mac continued "...is to be attending the 
seminar together."


"You say there's three more coming?" I interjected.

"Yes, I said that..." Mac replied toastily "...but they're 
coming in from the west coast, they'll get together on a connecting 
flight at Lambert Field, errr, St. Louis, and their flight won't be in 
for another two hours or so...I'm 
hungry too, let's eat."


Since Mac said the Institute was paying, we all splurged a 
little. I had a $40-some dollar filet mignon, and Margot had a nearly 
equally expensive grilled swordfish. For an airport hole-in-the-wall 
restaurant, the food wasn't bad at 
all. Mac sat a separate table with his two helpers away 
from us, the other one having come back, telling us our 
luggage was in the hotel shuttle van already, as we four ate together, 
sharing conversation and harmless tidbits 
about our lives with each other.


Gwen was fascinating. It turned out she was a former RCMP 
(i.e., Mountie) officer, and having been shot in the line 
of duty during her sixteenth year on the force, was offered 
an early retirement package at full half-salary and benes, 
which she took. Her thick middle Canadian accent amused all 
of us, and I told her so, she noticing that I didn't lack 
for my own accent, my flat North Carolinian one, said with 
a smile. Maddy was a NYC native, Brooklyn born, who had 
left when young, her parents moving frequently, and had 
lived all over since, living "upstate" currently. Gwen was 
an RN, having taken nursing up as a second career after 
retiring from the RCMP, and mainly had been a private duty 
nurse, where she could set her own hours, not needing a 
full-time job with her RCMP pension. Maddy was a PT, a 
licensed physical therapist with licenses in New York State 
and California and a handful of other states. Margot 
mentioned to the them that she was an EMT, had been one 
since after high school, but was tired of the 
discrimination she faced daily on the basis on her height 
and gender, and was tired of having to wear a flakjacket all the time 
because of the constant daily danger she faced 
in her job when called to rescue OD'ing crackheads and 
such.


Both Gwen and Maddy were also going to work for psychiatric 
practice groups after the school, much like Margot's and mine Wake 
Family Therapy group. I asked them all if they really had any idea what 
to expect, other than apparently 
we'd be having a ton of clinical-based sexual bodywork 
training of some sort next week, admitting I didn't, and felt a little 
anxious because of the uncertainty of it all, 
they amen'ing me.


Mac fetched and paid our tabs, then motioned us to follow 
him. We walked down and to a horizontal escalator between 
concourses, then up some stairs and made a long walk to a 
gate near the very end of a concourse. In a few minutes, a 
TWA jet pulled up to our gate, and a handful of passengers 
disembarked. Mac held up a sign that read "Rogers", another 
helper held up one that said "Patel", and the third 
"Garingoko". A very young and attractive Indian as in India 
the country woman walked up to the Patel sign, an even 
younger, she couldn't have been much over 18, Japanese 
beauty walked over to the Garingoko sign, and someone who 
looked to be a world-class runway model, mid-20's or so, perfectly 
cwoff'd medium blond hair, perfect medium fashion 
model build with small but not tiny tits, who carried 
herself with the ease of a trained model, walked over to the Rogers 
sign 
that Mac was holding. 


"Florence, Surawan, Keiko, this is..." Mac continued as he 
completed all the introductions. "By the way, there's one 
more to be in your group, a Nick Black, but he's a local, 
and is already checked into the hotel...Florence, Surawan, 
Keiko, we've already eaten...would you like to stop and eat 
before we leave?...it's on the Institute", all of them 
shaking their heads "no", mumbling something about a rough 
flight and going through a thunderstorm and all feeling 
queasy.


Mac lead his merry band of professional sex bodywork 
wannabes through the airport to baggage claim to pick up Keiko's and 
Surawan's and Flo's ("please don't call me 
'Florence', she had gently scolded Mac) luggage, Mac's 
helpers putting it on a chart and lugging it behind them, 
as we made our way to the parking deck.


I had expected a real limo, not a van, but Mac had 
said "hotel shuttle van", and that's what it was, looked close to an 
airport car rental shuttle van. At least it had 
room enough for all and luggage and then some. Margot and I 
sat together on one of the bench seats and made small talk, 
holding hands. The rest initially sat apart and kind of 
ignored each other. As our longish trip continued, one hour 
then longer, the other girls finally moved around the van 
some, sitting together briefly in twos and threes and 
making small talk. A rolling chick party, haha.


Even though it was dark, what we could see of the Roslyn Harbor Hotel 
was impressive. Concierge service out the ass. 


You couldn't pick your nose without a hotel employee asking 
if they could do for you. Lavishly furnished lobby. Nine story tall 
rooms-area stack. Smelled like money, old money. 


Mac lead us into the bar off the main lobby, telling the bartender that 
whatever we wanted was to be on Dr. Chaim's 
account, and went to get our keys. Margot sipped on a red 
wine, I on a Michelob on draught, and the rest of our hen 
party on wine coolers or light cocktails, as we sat at a large round 
table together, kind of all snuggled together 
close, realizing this was "it", that we were where we were 
for what and when and why we were there. The rest of the girls began 
playing hand-s's a little, as mock PDA's, even 
though there were a few people drinking at the bar or 
eating at tables near us. Realizing the people were turning 
to look, the public displays of fake but nice affection 
quickly died down. I kissed Margot on the lips, though, and 
she kissed back.


Mac brought our room keys over. They were a thick paper 
square, 2"x3" or so, with punched holes in them, a kind I 
had never seen before. "Everyone know how to use these 
keys?" Mac asked the group, we all nodding or mumbling 
"yes". The keys were on a large, thin metal ring, to which 
a standard key was also attached. "The metal key is for the 
lock mechanism in the lobby elevators for the ninth floor, 
which is the only way to access the ninth floor...please, 
please don't lose that ninth floor elevator key, or 
there'll be hell to pay...I'll show you how to use it when 
we go up shortly" Mac finished.


His helpers taking our luggage up on large flat carts via 
the freight elevator to our rooms, we all piled into one of 
the main lobby elevators, Mac pushing his ninth floor key 
in and turning it to the right. "You can only turn it to the right...at 
the lobby, it takes you directly to the 
ninth floor...at the ninth floor, it takes you directly to 
the lobby....if you are on the ninth floor and want to go 
to any other floor, and there shouldn't be any reason this 
week that you should, you'll need to go to the lobby, then 
hit a button for floors one through eight, just like you normally 
would...any questions?" he finished, we nodding our heads "no".


Our luggage was already in our room when we opened it up, 
and the heat had been just turned up. One giant, king-sized 
bed. I'll give Carol and them credit, they're not bashful 
or subtle, not at all. Margot and I filled the bed with our 
luggage, and pulled out a few things, mainly toiletries and 
such for our own use that week, my razor and Margot's 
feminine things and such, ferrying them to the bathroom, then pulling 
some but not all clothes out from our bags and 
hanging them up on the standard hotel theft-proof 
clothesrack. 

"Feel like a shower, together?" I nicely asked Margot.

"Sure"


The wall of high pressure and very hot water melted away our trip 
grime. 
I shampooed her hair, and she mine, I 
having to kneel and hold my knees so she could reach the top of my 
head. 
We kissed, a long time, not as lovers since 
we hardly knew each other, but as beginning friends, 
friends who soon would be bodywork professionals working together. 


We kissed and groped each other as the cleansing 
pure hot water washed our future sins away. We knelt down 
together in the shower, she pressed against the wall and me 
to her back, and my cock entered her. We craned our necks 
and kissed as we fucked. She felt so warm and wonderful and 
all-woman-ly in my arms. Our partnership was going to be great, that 
was obvious. My knees were starting to hurt, and I asked if her
knees were hurting too, against the cold 
hard tile shower floor, she nodding "yes". 


We stood up, and I forced my hand between her legs as we kissed, Margot 
coming within a couple of minutes from my frig. She dropped to her 
knees for just a moment, took my 
member in her mouth, and put my hands on either side of her 
head, in a gesture that it was okay to fuck her mouth. I held her head 
tightly as I fucked her sweet womanly oral opening, just letting go and 
coming within a minute, 
knowing her knees would start hurting soon if I didn't. 
Finishing rinsing off, we toweled each other dry, then 
headed to bed, and our future.

As I pulled back the cover, there was a big, red 
posterboard sign with the words "Eric, take your damn 
pill!, talk to you and Margot next week, Love, Carol". 
Damned if Carol wasn't as relentlessly mother-hen-ish as she was 
non-subtle. I stumbled back to the bathroom to find 
a waterglass and take my damn MascuStat fucking male 
fucking oral contraceptive pill, fuck Carol, if she was my 
boss and basically a decent person. I have to admit, 
though, that without the note, I was so tired from the trip 
I would have forgotten. Margot was already under the covers 
when I got back to bed just a moment later. I pulled her back close to 
my chest and snuggled with her as we fell 
asleep together. The next conscious memory was some hours 
later, the phone ringing an un-asked-for wake-up call at 7AM, courtesy 
Dr. Chaim & Co.

"Please assemble in the training room for your first 
orientation in one hour please...just look to the left out 
your door and you'll see the sign in front of the training 
room out in the hall...thank you, and good morning, and 
welcome to Roslyn and The Polykinetic Bodywork Institute", 
then, "click".

I gently shook Margot awake, and the second step of our 
journey together began.


<b>
Chapter Three:
</b>
Day 1, or, The Journey Begins   


I took a quick rinse-off taking a soap-less shower as 
Margot got in a quick doze, not wanting to get up. Getting 
out of the shower, I walked over to bed and kissed her 
awake, telling her she really needed to get on up, 
or we'd be late. I was finished shaving and dressing by the 
time she was finally out of the shower. Waiting a little impatiently 
while sitting at the foot of bed, watching a local tv channel on the 
hotel's cable system, I began 
pacing a little around the room, and noticed a door toward 
the glass backwall of our large, expansive room I hadn't noticed 
earlier, which lead to a room with bookshelves full 
of books and a nice-looking executive desk and a nice couch 
and all. I had never heard of a hotel room having a study 
in it before. Leaving the study, I glanced at Margot 
finally finishing getting dressed, and noticed another door 
across the room from the study, which lead to a kitchenette 
area, complete with fridge and oven and stove and 
microwave, the whole bit. "Must be what they call one of those 'suite' 
hotels", I thought to myself. Nice.


Margot and I friendly-kissed silently and walked out of the 
room arms-on-waist, looking to the left per instructions. 


Along the hall's wallspace between the two elevators was a 
desk with a uniformed hotel employee behind it which hadn't 
been there the night before. A little further past that, Gwen and Keiko 
popped out of one of the rooms we walked 
past, joining our short hike to the classroom, we noticing 
a hotel lobby-type sign on a chrome stand with movable 
white letters that I couldn't read another fifty feet or more down down 
this long corridor. Politely, I asked the uniformed hotel guy if that 
was our classroom, assuming he 
knew who we were and why we were there, pointing to the 
sign in front of the double doors, and he nodded yes, the 
walkie-talkie in a  stand on his desk softly crackling with 
unintelligible gibberish.


Maddy, Surawan, Flo, and a tall, well-built Italian-looking 
guy who I assumed was Nick our other classmate, were 
already in the classroom, milling around making small talk, 
eating bagels and fruit and Danish and such from the open 
breakfast bar which had been set out for us. Gwen and Keiko 
and Margot and I grabbed some grub from the table, another 
uniformed hotel employee behind the table spread preparing 
our orange juice or coffee or whatever we wanted to drink.


We walked over and introduced ourselves to Nick. He seemed 
like a nice guy. Thick, heavy New York-Brooklyn-Queens 
accent. Curly dark brown hair, much like my own, except 
even curlier. Looked like an exercise freak. A little 
shorter than me, six foot even or so. He shook my hand and 
kissed my lady companion's hands, a real smoother. But he 
didn't have what I would consider to be a New Yorker's 
attitude. He seemed more relaxed, not wired at all, 
pleasant.


The clock on the wall read ten 'till eight. I scoped the room. Large. 
Maybe thirty feet deep or deeper, maybe a 
hundred feet wide or better. Slideable accordion partitions 
every thirty feet or so, standard hotel practice, to make 
the room bigger or smaller as needed. Large projection tv 
in towards the back, a projection screen behind it. In 
front of that, a short lecturn, and in front of that, a 
couple of office desks and chairs, an overhead projector to 
one side. A phone on one desk. I notice things like that. A 
Dry-Erase board on an easel. In front of all that, a row of 
smallish, maybe four feet by two feet, small 
conference-style plain tables, two chairs at each one. 
Small stacks of papers atop each one, pens beside the 
papers, along with some folded paper signs with our names 
on them in large block letters. To the left far side, doors 
for men's and women's bathrooms, and a room which was 
labeled "showers"...curious. 

To the right, a pile of old junky equipment and stuff, stacked beside 
four gyn exam tables which had lockable caster-wheels underneath each 
corner of each respective one. Four beds on coasterwheels 
also pushed into a glump. 

Near that, another random pile of 
curious stuff, what looked like partial human anatomy 
"dolls" (I don't know of any other way to describe them), 
full-size navel-to-knees anatomy dolls, both male and 
female, some 360-dimensional, some 180-sideview-cutaways, 
some of them having what looked like electronic display 
panels attached to them. Stainless steel medical tables and 
carts in random order. A wire rack full of boxes of exam gloves and 
other medical supplies. Nick came up behind me 
and touched me on the shoulder, breaking my concentration. 
The girls were sitting down at the desks near the lecturn 
near us, their chairs pulled around to a semi-circle.


"It is good to meet you, Eric..." Nick chatted "I'm glad that you are 
here...I've been waiting a couple of months for this to happen...up 
until last week, it looked like I 
was going to be the only guy in class...it's good that 
you're here, Eric...you wanna go get a beer by ourselves sometime this 
week?"

"Sure, Nick, that'll be great, I'll be looking forward to 
it...hey Nick, they got you taking this MascuStat shit 
too?"

"Yeah...I never heard of such a free-king thing in my life"

"I hadn't either, until my bosses told me I had to take it 
as a condition of employment"

"I figure, from the sheet they showed me, that it's 
harmless enough...they told me it was either that, or a 
vasectomy..."

"My bitch bosses didn't mention that option to me...hey 
Nick, you know what to expect in this class?"

"Well, kinda, kinda not...basically, I think we're going to 
be trained by what is in 'the book'...you got your manuals 
already, doncha?"

"Yeah...I've been trying to study them, but a lot of that 
shit in there makes no sense"

"Yeah, I know..."


We chatted for another two or three minutes. I give Nick my 
long and short, he mentioning that he had been trained as a 
combat medic while serving in the Army, but that soon after 
his MOS school they assigned him to different base 
hospitals, where basically all he did was grunt shit work, 
much like I had done initially at Rex early in my career. 


He had quit, didn't re-enlist, and had fallen into a New Age-ish health 
career, where he had been making a decent living doing reflexology 
(feet and hand massage), iridology 
(using examination of the eye to diagnose body illnesses), 
colonic irrigation therapy (like it sounds), before being 
recruited a few months back by Mrs. Dr. Chaim herself to be 
trained as a bodyworker and work within her and Dr. Chaim's 
professional marital and family sex therapy group.


The clock read eight-twenty-one. A seriously looking 
wrinkled skin almost diseased-in-appearance balding old man 
with scraggly white goatee beard and wrinkled old clothes 
and scuffed shoes walked into the room like he owned the place, a plump 
woman stuffed into a cheap print dress two 
sizes too small wearing orthopedic prescription shoes 
trailing behind him. He went up to the DryBoard and wrote 
his and her names in large letters. Turned out he actually 
did own the place. Clapping his hands several times to call 
the class to order, he bellowed "welcome, ladies and 
gentlemen, to my hotel, to my institute, and to my class, 
my Polykinetic Bodywork Institute class, Class Of February 
1997...please, stop your conversations, and take your 
seats."


Margot and I moved to sit at our assigned table, and began 
shuffling through the pile of papers in front of us. 
Everyone else quietly sat and did the same, as Dr. and Mrs. 
Chaim whispered to each other for a moment, Dr. Chaim 
taking a seat on a tall stool behind the lecturn stand.


"I see that everyone is here, and appears to be wide awake 
and ready....good..."


"...I am Dr. Hugo Chaim, and this is my wife and partner in 
all ways for the past four decades, Mrs. Dr. Helena 
Chaim..."


"...You may or may not remember us, many of you are too 
young, from some of pioneering sexology studies we did and 
published our results about some decades back, a couple of 
which became best sellers in the early 70's, especially in 
our early work in further identifying the morphology of and 
promoting awareness of the human female 'G-spot'..."


"...We were never as famous to the outside world as Masters 
& Johnson or Kinsey, but we had our fifteen minutes...we have always 
been more respected within the inner core of the psychiatric community 
than those people, and have a 
better reputation for doing leading, cutting edge 
sexological research, and developing concurrent modalities 
to implement the desired product from that research..."


He took a moment to sip his coffee, as we mimicked him, 
finishing our breakfast rolls and such and swig on our own 
juice or coffee, he pausing, almost closing his eyes for a 
second, as if to attempting to gather his thoughts.


"First things first...you may call me Dr. Chaim, Dr., or Mr. Chaim, or 
Teacher, but do not address either myself or 
Mrs. Chaim by our familiar names...second, there several forms in front 
of you that you need to sign...these forms 
should be similar to some of the pre-employment forms you 
recently signed, limitation of liability forms, 
indemnifications forms, non-disclosure and non-compete 
documents, etc.,...take a moment to look them over, then sign them 
all...an instructor will be around in a moment to 
pick them up...we'll have them notarized, then fax a copy 
to your employers...if you'd like a copy for your own 
records as well, ask an instructor later...third, let me reiterate the 
nature of this course and need for absolute 
confidentiality..."


"...This is a course designed to teach the basic of 
polykinetic bodywork principles, which is a way of healing 
the wounded psyche of a given patient, by application of kinetic 
application of sexual focus therapies...what you will learn this week, 
and in the near future from your 
apprenticeships, is an outgrowth from the old sexual 
surrogacy practices of decades back, which worked, to a 
point...over the past decades and years, we have further refined the 
paradigm of using ritualized sexual therapeutic 
contact between therapist and patient to enable healing 
soma-to-soma, body-to-body, that situationally can't be 
accomplished by conventional psychiatric or pharmacological 
means...because this approach would be so offensive to the 
public at-large, and is still suspect by some in the 
psychiatric establishment who are not trained sexologists, 
though daily it is being used by more and more mainstream 
psychiatrists, the need for absolute confidentiality in all 
aspects of your soon-to-be professional career is a must and should be 
obvious to you..."


Two men and two women, all in their mid to late 20's 
looking like college students and wearing labcoats,  came 
up behind us all as we were sitting at our desks, picking 
up our signed forms, looking them over, taking them away to 
be notarized by another young female-type person, who had 
come into the room and was sitting at the desk near Dr. 
Chaim.


"Forget every notion you've ever had about what is and is 
not sex, right now, and forget every notion you've ever had 
about what is or isn't, might or might not be appropriate 
treatment for promoting healing in a patient...what we'll 
teach you, works, even though you might not 
initially think so...Gwen and Nick have both been in 
boot-camp situations before, and this is what you have 
volunteered for, a polykinetic sexual bodywork 
bootcamp...and just like bootcamp, we're going to break you down, 
break your past fears and hopes and dreams 
and dreads down, and rebuild you into someone you won't 
recognize afterwards but who will understand more of actually who you 
are, and do so in nine days..."



"...Now, some basic groundrules...you must, I repeat, 
must comply with every direction or instruction 
given to you by myself, Mrs. Chaim, or one of my 
instructors...you're not prisoners or even enlist-ees here, 
you're free to come and go as you please or even to go home at 
any time, but you've all come here to learn the core skills 
of a new profession, and by God, in nine days you will have 
learned those skills if I have any thing to say about 
it...you may ask any question at any time to do so, but 
please be courteous and wait for an appropriate moment to 
do so...your days will be long and grueling, just like 
bootcamp, typically twelve hours or longer not including lunch or meal 
breaks, but we do schedule other breaks and 
rest periods enough to where you can relax and hopefully absorb what 
we're trying to teach you..."


A waiter brought around a tray of ice, cups, soft drinks, 
and carafes of juice and coffee to our tables individually. 

The four people, two men and two women, apparently our 
instructors, pulled up chairs behind and to one side of Dr. 
and Mrs. Chaim. The waiter refreshed Dr. Chaim's coffee in 
his styrofoam cup and he continued.


"Let me tell you some interesting facts about our society, 
my students..."


"...over fifty percent of the women in America suffer from 
one form of sexual dysfunction or other pathology of 
condition that prevents them from enjoying what most people 
would consider to be a normal and healthy sex life, from conditions 
such as vaginismus, painful intercourse, 
reactions to psychoterror crimes such as rape or incest, fatigued 
libido, etc. ..."


"...forty percent plus of the men in America suffer from either a 
correctable psychophysiological condition that 
negatively impacts their sex life, such as premature 
ejaculation or erectile dysfunction, or a more purely 
psychological pathology such as diminished libido..."


"...over one million new cases of non-consensual incest 
against females between the ages of three and fifteen and 
half a million similar cases to the male gender happen each 
and every year..."


"...four million women are victims of one degree of rape or 
another each year..."


"...millions of couples get divorced each year from a root 
cause of one or both partners having one or more 
dysfunctional sexual pathologies..."


"...it is to this frontier, is to this battlefield, that 
hopefully I will send my newest crop of healers and 
nurturers to tend to the wounded, to heal the sexually sick 
and injured, to make if not the world then a handful of 
individual lives better, to bring rays of healing and 
goodness to the world...now, that said, I'm an old man, and 
really must go let that coffee I've been sipping on 
out..." Dr. Chaim concluded as he walked from the dais 
towards the men's room, all of us students standing and 
giving him am impromptu round of sincere, heart-felt 
applause.


We got up and mingled a bit around the buffet table. I got 
into a conversation with Gwen and Suruwan, Margot was 
talking with Nick and Flo and Maddy. One of the guy 
instructors fired up the VCR and tv, putting a tape in but 
not beginning to play it yet. The rest of the staff huddled 
around the desk, intently studying something atop it, some 
papers or such. Dr. Chaim walked back in from the bathroom, 
and we all took our seats without being told to do so, as 
he resumed his seat atop the stool behind the podium.


"I think....I truly believe that we have one of our very best classes 
ever...ever....and I'm not just saying 
that to flatter you people...let me give you some 
interesting facts about this group as a group..."


"...your average age is 28, ranging from 18 to 43..."


"...each and everyone one of you has a formalized medical background of 
one sort or the other, from EMT to massage therapist to physical 
therapist to medic to alternative 
medical provider to Native American healer to LPN to RN to 
medical school student, and you all were recruited from a 
current job in the medical profession..."


"...more than half of you have bad credit, but you've all been paying 
your bills on time for the past twelve months..."


"...your average educational level is one and a half years 
beyond high school..."


"...your average IQ is 112..."

"...each one of you comes from a normal, stable, two-parent 
family..."


"...six of you are single and never have been married, Gwen 
has been married to her husband for over twenty years, 
Maddy married last year, both husbands know and approve of 
this new career path they've chosen..."


"...none of you have psychological problems, in fact, your 
pre-employment tests you took have all shown you all to be 
very empathetic, strong healers in personality..."


"....none of you has a history of illegal drug use, and none 
of you have been in jail, ever...in fact, no one here has 
had anything worse than a speeding ticket...none of you are 
smokers, or have ever been drunk more than once or twice in 
your life..."


"....and, lastly, the average number of paired sexual 
partners as in dating you've had is approximately twenty 
over the course of your respective lives..."


"...oh, that reminds me...before we actually begin class, a 
note...each of you has been thoroughly checked, and no one 
here has any contagious disease of any sort, not sexual or 
otherwise, and every one here is protected by a form of 
birth control, men as well as women...so, when we get into 
the contact phase of your training, safer sex precautions 
are not needed and will not be used, except in and for 
clinical demonstrations, but that will all be explained 
more thoroughly shortly..."


Dr. Chaim waved his hand in a "come here" motion to the 
back of the room, and the waiter at the buffet table 
brought him a fresh cup of coffee in a new cup, Doc 
slightly bowing his head, looking intently at a point of infinity atop 
the lecturn, then spoke once again.


"Before we get to the very first act of your instruction, a 
tape you'll see shortly, some clean-up business..."


"...this floor of this hotel will be your home for the next 
nine days, treat it as such..."


"...you're free to come and go, as I mentioned, but because 
of time constraints, only so many days to do so much, you 
must tell the security guard at the desk between the 
elevators where you're going when you leave the ninth floor 
and when you expect to be back, and call the front desk and 
leave a message if you are delayed in coming back at the time 
stated or have problems otherwise..."


"...there's an in-house health club adjacent to the lobby for hotel 
guests only, feel free to use it during your 
breaks...there's also some jogging trails on the property 
and down to the marina, but I think only Nick is a 
jogger...feel free to walk them or whatever if you wish..."


"...tomorrow you all will be nude for most of your classes, 
and for the rest of the week...this floor is my private 
floor, Mrs. Chaim and I live in an apartment at the far end 
of the hall, but never knock on our door for any 
reason...if you have problems, see an instructor, staff 
member, or the security guard at the elevator 
desk...anyway, lost my train of thought, sorry...since 
you'll be nude around each other soon for the rest of the 
week, nudity in the halls is not only permitted but 
encouraged as well, we have total privacy up here, but of 
course, please dress before leaving the floor...also, since 
privacy will be minimal anyway soon, you're encouraged but 
not mandated to leave your room doors open at all times, to 
further promote social interaction between yourselves and 
your classmates..."


"...anything you want or need to make your time here more comfortable 
or satisfying, ask, ask any staff member or 
instructor...as long as it's not outrageous, it will be 
provided, this is a full-service hotel, and your employers 
have paid small fortunes to send you here, you will be 
pampered and treated like honored guests as well as my 
favored students...any questions?..."

"...good...now, the drill is this...you have forgotten 
everything you have ever learned about sex and human 
sexuality...therefor, it's our job to teach you from 
scratch...once that is done, then we begin your polykinetic 
bodywork training in earnest...take a five minute break if 
you need it, your first instruction, a tape about the 
basics of human sexuality, begins in approximately five 
minutes..."


Coming back from my whizz, the tape was really boring. It 
was about as basic and non-explicit as something that would 
be shown in high school. Two hours of dreech. After that, 
menu cards for lunch were passed around, a staff member 
explaining that most days lunch would be brought in, some 
days we could leave to eat in the hotel restaurant or bar 
or even a local joint, but most days because of time 
constraints lunch would be brought up. Next, flesh-colored 
half-section and full-section models of female and male 
genitalia were distributed to us. 


A lot of what we had just 
seen on the tape was repeated, except that we were to touch 
and play with and hold and poke and prod and look at this 
or that aspect of the model organs as our instructors did 
the same and directed us to mimic them. Then, using 
overhead transparencies, more of the same info was repeated 
again, in conjunction with touching of these models. Things 
were becoming pretty damn boring. Like school children, we 
all had to manipulate and verbally call out the names for 
the various anatomical parts of the models we were 
touching, like every one of us didn't already know all that 
and more. Then, like being Mrs. Hump's third grade class, 
different instructors would fire out questions at random to 
different students, Surawan and Keiko for some reason 
especially seeming to catch the brunt of some of the 
questions, which they looked as bored as I felt answering.


Then from back of the room the sound of silverware and 
china clanging was heard, with a gaggle of hotel employees 
pushing carts and carrying trays, one of them yelling 
"Lunch, everyone!"

Our instructors retreated from the room, scooting 
somewhere, not speaking to any of us. Mrs. Chaim stuck her 
head in the room for a second, then left. We all pulled our 
mini-conference tables around to make circle, and shared our lunchtime 
together. Keiko said in a California not 
Japanese accent that she felt especially singled out during 
the instructors' questioning free-for-all, and we all 
agreed with her, same with Surawan. "A clit is a clit is a 
clit, damn them, and I have one and know what's it for and 
what to do with it, so I should know!" she fussed, we laughing 
with her, not at her. Gwen and Keiko snuggled together a little, heads 
nudging sweetly together, light kisses 
exchanged. Then Flo and Maddy. Then Nick and Surawan, then 
Margot and me. What the hell, right? We all were going to 
be having sex with each other soon anyway, right?


I asked Gwen about her marriage and husband, what was his 
name, how did they meet, etc.. She knew what I was really 
asking. She replied that had met through a mutual friend when she was 
20, had gotten married three months later, and 
that she had been totally faithful to her Bob, who also was 
an RCMP officer, during the twenty-three years of their 
marriage. I didn't understand that, and my puzzlement must 
have shown.

"Yes, Bob knows I will be having sex with strangers for 
money, Eric, men and women, but he also knows how important 
this is to me, that it's an extension of my basic healing 
and nurturing and caring and healing natures, just like you 
have, Eric, just like we all have, or we wouldn't be 
here..."

The group focused on our conversation.

"I noticed you kissing Keiko just then...did you make love 
to Keiko last night, and was that your first lesbian 
experience, Gwen, ma' pal?"

"Yes, to both, Eric, my Southern charmer"

"I'm...I'm bi!" Flo blurted out.

We all without thinking blurted out if we were bi, gay or 
straight. Only Flo was bi, everyone else proclaimed they were straight.

"I have masturbated select male clients off as favors in my 
massage therapy practice, but since doing so is such a 
cardinal violation of professional ethics, I never made a 
habit of it, it was always a favor to them, and actually I 
masturbated more women clients by request than male ones.." I admitted 
to the group, maybe trying to re-establish my non-homo-is-ness a 
little.

"Guys have chased me all me life, but since I'm a-hundred 
hetero, I'd'a always decline the offer" Nick chirped in.

"My husband and I have done some threesomes with other men 
and other women while dating and since we've been married, 
we both enjoy the variety, and while I did have some 
woman-to-woman contact in those situations, I've never 
considered myself to be anything other than straight" Maddy 
added.

"In high school, a best friend and I would feel each other 
up and kiss sometimes, but never thought much about 
it...I've never felt what you'd call lesbian feelings for 
another woman" Margot spoke up.

"My parents raised me strict Hindu...what's in the Manual 
Of Therapeutic Bodywork, what we're talking about now, all 
this is new to me...I was a virgin until a few months ago" Surawan 
mentioned.

"How did you find your way to this time and place?" 
Gwen asked Surawan.

"Just lucky, I guess..." polite laughter from us all "...I 
was an LPN in a group practice in my hometown that does a 
little bit of everything, it's a small town east of LA, my 
parents moved there from India when I was twelve, the group 
does ob-gyn, general medical practice, family therapy, and  
sex therapy, though they don't put that in their Yellow 
Pages ad...until one of the partners was introduced to the 
concept last year by a psychiatrist friend of his, their sex therapy 
was all talk-therapy or pharma-based...I'm 
going to be their first full-time bodyworker therapist, 
though they did say I'd have to help grow the practice, I'd 
still have LPN and receptionist work to do between seeing 
clients...anyway, to answer your question, one day the 
senior partner just called me into his office, told me 
about polykinetic bodywork, and asked if I'd be interested 
in being trained in it...after he mentioned the potential 
compensation possible, I said 'yes'", polite laughter of recognition 
being lauded by us all.       

Dr. Chaim came back in, standing near our circle of desks. 

"Your main instructors for the day and the rest of the 
course haven't been introduced to you yet, I'll do that 
shortly. Please keep in mind that in my or Mrs. Chaim's 
absence, they are in charge, you need to follow their 
instructions to the letter. If a student has a problem, one 
of them will come get the Mrs. or myself. Hopefully, there 
won't be any problems. This course is not pass-fail, any exams are to 
help you spot your strengths and weaknesses and work on strengthening 
them both, but you need to know, 
that in many past classes, one or more students have 
dropped out or were forced out, because they come to a 
stumbling block in the instructional modality and can't or 
won't go around or under it. But, I don't think that will 
happen with this class. Everyone here, each of you 
students, is exceptional, you all have great potential to 
be excellent polykinetic bodyworkers. Now, let me introduce 
you to my core faculty."  


I have to admit, I hadn't been up until then and still 
wasn't particularly impressed by them. They all projected 
an attitude of indifferent smugness, of old money core 
rudeness, of Ivy League privilege. In other words, as 
physically attractive as a group as they were, all 
lily-white with tanning-booth tans and perfect haircuts and 
unblemished skin, even in their knee-length labcoats they 
looked like a bunch of aging Young Republican Club members. 


But I and the group were going to be under them for the 
rest of the week evidently, so I wanted to give them the benefit of the 
doubt. Dr. Chaim made a wave of his hand, and in unison as they stood 
in a line behind him facing us, 
they dropped their labcoats simultaneously, and were all naked 
underneath. O-kee. Perhaps not unexpectedly so.


"This is Jerry..." Dr. Chaim said, the first guy instructor 
bowing at the waist to us, to indicate who he was "...and 
this is Courtney..." the decent-looking brunette with 
pointy breasts and large nipples bowing to us "...and 
Hollis...", "...and Ferrum...", "...and lastly but not 
leastly, Libby, who will always be here in class with you 
even when some of the other instructors won't and who has 
the title of Senior Instructor, she's to be your go-to-girl 
for problems and concerns, especially if another instructor 
and yourselves have a problem...understood?", Libby the 
long-legged dirty blond with a medium tan pubic hair patch 
that didn't match her hair color and large and pendulous and slightly 
dropping but still shapely breasts with 
dark-red nipples bowing to us, smiling, doing a mock-salute 
to us all. Courtney, Hollis, Ferrum, Libby, Jerry...four out of five 
prep names, yep, old preppies.


The rest of the afternoon was as boringly non-erotic as you can 
have looking at, observing, and touching a bunch of 
naked people. Keeping our clothes on, no one told us to 
undress, the instructors rolled out a couple of gyn exam tables and bar 
stools and proceeded to do a virtually 
identical show-and-tell as what we had gone through with the videotape 
and the overhead transparencies and the 
life-size foamrubber models, except this time our 
instructors became live coatracks that their genitalia 
models hung from. I would have never thought that feeling 
up three different sets of breast and vaginas could be 
non-erotic, but as we all were being grilled about function 
and form and gross anatomy while doing so, it was. I could 
tell Nick was a little bothered having to touch and feel the male 
instructors while calling out answers to questions 
they shot to him, but my turn doing it didn't bother me one 
way or the other.


We took a short break around two for a few minutes, then back to it. 
This time, things were a little more 
interesting. Our instructors had sex with each other in 
various combinations, MF, FF, MFM, FMF, and yes, MM, in 
every conceivable sex act. When Nick saw the Jerry and 
Hollis such each other off and then Hollis penetrate 
Jerry's ass, Nick turned blanche white, and looked like he 
was going to puke. I, we, all knew from reading our manuals 
that even for male bodyworkers, some same-sex 
contact was inevitable, though the manual made it very 
clear that in Dr. Chaim's theories and context, no male 
bodyworker would ever be expected to receive anal 
penetration from another man, and only in very rare and 
exceptional cases give such therapeutic action, and all MM 
contact within "the Chaim system" was to be with female 
bodyworker partner, and virtually always when giving 
therapy to a MF client-couple. My gut told me that if 
anyone was going to drop out of class, it would be probably 
be Nick.


I could tell that the instructors had been together as a team for a 
good while. While demonstrating, while going 
through the menu of common sexual human possible contacts, 
they didn't hide the fact that they were enjoying 
themselves, most of the time at least. Ferrum, Courtney, and Libby 
especially seemed to enjoy live demo'ing the 
lesbian and bifemale branches of the human sexual credo 
tree. I could tell Flo wanted to jump right in there with 
them, shoot, I think at times we all wanted to get naked and jump right 
in on different scenes they were 
"performing" for us, but they kept us too busy, peppering 
us with questions and digs for insights and perspectives which they 
were repeating rote from the manual and trying 
to drill in our heads. "Doc Chaim wasn't kidding when he said this was 
going to be like bootcamp", Nick commented.


The clock now read five past six, the faculty was evidently 
through with show-and-tell for the day having gone to take 
quick showers in the shower area next to the bathrooms at 
the leftside of the room, and we were all tired and wanted 
the day to end and get something to eat, but, but nnoooooo. 
Coming back, they pulled out some thick, red-vinyl covered 
mats from the pile of stuff over in the corner, and told us 
to sit in a semi-circle together, as they squeezed between 
us in the circle. For the next two frigging hours, we had 
to talk about the day, what it was like, was it what we 
expected, what we liked and didn't like about, what could have 
been done better, how we felt about being there, how we 
felt about this and that and Mrs. O'Malley's frigging cow. 


What a total bore. I did vent some feelings of boredom I had felt 
during the day. I also commented that while we, the students, 
looked like a United Nations Sex Therapy 
Class, they looked like a Jaycees Alumni Reunion Sex 
Therapy Faculty. Everyone laughed at that, including 
"them". Nick also spoke of his queasiness about watching Hollis and 
Jerry do their male-male stuff, and the group talked about that. Every 
one of my women classmates 
commented on the spectacular display of lesbian sexual 
practices that the girl instructors had given us. Then the 
conversation died to a murmur or two, and Libby called it a 
night at eight p.m., telling us that we could go eat in the 
hotel bar or restaurant and just show our room key to 
charge it to the Institute or we could walk down to or have 
the van driver drive us into Roslyn and eat at a restaurant 
in town if we wanted to spend our own money on dinner, that 
we would all get wake-up calls at 7 the next morning, and 
to be in the classroom by 8, and to, "by the way, tomorrow 
we start in earnest, so no clothes on from tomorrow morning 
on out...and, oh, Nick, Eric, don't forget to take your 
pills..." as if Carol was using her as a ventriloquist dummy. 


Nick and Surwana and Flo and Maddy quickly peeled out of the room. Gwen 
and Keiko and Margot and myself hung back, 
making small talk for a moment. I asked if we shouldn't all 
go out to dinner together, that Margot's and my bosses were 
buying, that being the point of the five hundred in expense 
money they had given us. Gwen and Keiko jumped at my/our invitation. 


I asked the guy at the elevator guard desk where the best 
steak in town was, and he gave me directions to some place 
outside of town, a thirty minute van or cab ride. Gwen said 
she wanted something French or Continental, the guard 
mentioning that the restaurant at the marina served several 
French dishes including a great escargot and they also had 
decent steaks and seafood, too. It was settled. We told him 
we were going there, and wouldn't be back until midnight, to 
give ourselves some leeway. House rules, however dumb, and 
all. It had been basically a good day.


At the restaurant, the wait was only thirty minutes despite 
having no reservations and it being Saturday night. After 
fifteen minutes, I had dropped Dr. Chaim's name, and that 
seemed to help.


Gwen had something covered in gravy and slime and costing a 
a fortune, but I didn't care. Keiko and Margot both ordered 
the grilled sea bass. I had my usual steak, an au jus 
primerib this time. It melted on my fork and in my mouth. A 
reward for my first school day survived.


Gwen and Keiko couldn't keep their hands off each other or 
their tongues out of each other mouths while eating. At 
least I had asked for a private table with some privacy. 

They had given me that and more, having a short partition 
between us and most of the restaurant and having a view 
overlooking the boat docks and the Long Island Sound in the 
distance.


Margot and I snuggled and smooched more than jumped each other's bones 
like the newly-minted lesbian lovebirds were 
doing across the table from us. Their rising passions were 
definitely affecting Margot and myself. Dinner passing into 
the night around ten-thirty, I paid the bill, a little 
steep at two hundred plus but Carol did say use the money 
and don't be shy about asking for more, stuffing the 
receipt in my wallet so as not to lose it. Walking the ten 
minute walk back to Roslyn Harbour Hotel from the marina, 
we four walked abreast, arms around each other's waists and 
shoulders. "What the heck" I thought to myself "Gwen, 
Keiko, want to come back to Margot's and my room?" I asked. 


I couldn't help but see Gwen as a virgin, her having made 
love to only one man and one woman, Keiko, in her 
forty-three years on this planet. I wanted to be her 
"first", no denying that.


I slipped to the bathroom to take my blankety-blank 
MascuStat pill before I could forget, as the girls got 
undressed in the bedroom while I did, quickly taking a piss 
and flossing and brushing my teeth as well.   


They hadn't waited on me at all. Gwen, all hundred eighty 
or ninety pounds of sexy Canadian matronly woman of her, was locked in 
a sixty-nine with Keiko, Keiko looking almost 
like a small boy with no dick, her breasts being smaller than champagne 
glasses. Margot was roaming hands and tongue 
all over them as her spirit moved her to do. Gwen and Keiko 
were lost in their passion, not evening noticing Margot's 
attentions, I think. Keiko bucked a little and knocked 
Margot's glasses accidentally off the nightstand. Picking 
them up and putting them away from the action on the 
dresser, I nudged myself a little room to one side on the 
bed.


I joined Gwen's tongue on Keiko's eighteen-year-old 
flawless cunt, holding Gwen's head in the crook of my arm, 
sliding in between to kiss Gwen on the lips. She kissed 
back. Margot joined our kiss, three tongues screwing. Keiko 
had begun a slow frig of Gwen, and she was beginning to 
moan. Scooting around, I whispered in Keiko's ear, and she 
slid off. I slid on top of Gwen as she lay under me, and Margot guided 
my prick to the her pussy. Her eyes eased 
open, and she smiled at me. I had taken her non-marital 
virginity, and she knew it and seemed pleased. Margot 
licked my cock and Gwen's cunt lips as I slowly pumped her. 


Keiko crawled up and began kissing her. I felt Margot slip 
a finger in Gwen's ass while I fucked her. Margot and Keiko 
wedged between us, first in a sixty-nine, then in a 
face-to-face thigh-to-cunt mutual grind. Margot later 
admitted to me that that moment was her first full-blown lesbian 
experience, but she had said as much earlier in 
class that day, whatever, I didn't care, I was fucking 
Gwen, taking "my" cherry.


Gwen and I switch position, she getting on top. Keiko began 
licking her asshole while she fucked me, Margot joined her 
fingers to my cock inside Gwen's cunt. I knew I had a 
couple of comes in me or more, but things seemed to be 
reaching a mutual climax. I let my orgasm go in her. I 
grabbed her breasts and gently pulled on her nipples. 


Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock. That was it. A few 
strokes later, and I came, filling a day's worth of 
unreleased hards out inside her. Flopping down beside me, 
Gwen and I kissed, while Margot and Keiko took turns 
licking my cock and the inside of Gwen's cunt clean. 
Heaven. Sheer, unadulterated heaven. "This might be a 
really fun week after all" I thought.


It was twelve-thirty a.m., damn the time. Long day ahead tomorrow, and 
we all knew it. Gwen and Keiko shared kisses 
with us both thanking us for the wonderful evening, walking 
out of room naked, holding their clothes and shoes as they 
pattered out of our room to go back to theirs just down the 
hall, leaving our door open, per implied earlier instructions.   


Margot and I took a quick rinse-off together, and fell into 
bed, exhausted but happy. We kissed and smooched and my 
hard came back up. It was too late for another full-blown 
session, as much as I wanted. Margot got on all fours on the bed and I 
faced her face, holding her head in my hands 
and fucking her mouth, as we had done in the shower last night. She 
seemed to really enjoy having a mouth-fuck. 


Rushing, I came within five minutes or so. Wanting to repay 
the favor, we lay facing each other and kissed, while my lubricated 
thumb and fingers penetrated her, my thumb in her pussy and two fingers 
up her ass, I figured my Margot 
would like that, and she did, coming quickly, bucking my hand.


Sleep overtook us, my hand still in her cunt and ass. The 
seven a.m. wakeup call rousted my digits free from their feminine 
prison some hours later, we both licking and 
drawing her essence in from my hand to our mouths and noses 
while we kissed and sucked on my hairy fingers. We both 
wanted to sleep in a little, but an annoying character, it 
looked like Ferrum in the unlit room's twilight, appeared 
at the foot of our bed at seven-fifteen, large spray can of 
something in her hand, rousting us up from our innocent 
langour,



<b>
Chapter 4:
</b>
Day 2, or, The Wiring Of Jericho, Pt.1, The A.M. session 
(MF, FM, FMF, MFM, light MM, oral, anal, vegetable, mineral, group, 
MMMMFFFFFFFF, everything, sex therapy, menstrual sex)




Our attractive little JP (Jewish Princess-looking) instructor, one of 
our drill sergeants of new sex, Ferrum, tickled the bottoms of our feet 
under the cover until we both cried "Uncle!" and rolled out of bed.
"You've both got to lose all your body hair below your neck...this is 
an industrial-strength depilatory spray, it won't sting but will feel a 
little warm for about an hour...leave it on for no less than ten but no 
longer than fifteen minutes, then shower it off with warm but not hot 
water and don't use soap...who wants to go first?"
"I'll volunteer..." I sleepily replied.
"You want your facial hair beard area done too?...this lasts for 
usually three or four weeks...it's up to you, Eric..."
"Might as well..."
"Then cover your eyes firmly with your hands, you don't want this stuff 
in your eyes" she cautioned.

Ferrum sprayed me down like doing a disinfectant spray-down on a POW 
prisoner. Spraying a puddle on my chest next after she had covered me 
head-to-toe in foam first, she sprayed my beard area under my chin, then 
told me to remove my hands from my eyes, dabbing some foam from the 
puddle on my upper lip/mustache area.

"On all fours at the foot of the bed, please Eric, and reach and spread 
your asscheeks for me..."

The foam sprayed over the rest of me felt like cinnamon oil had been 
painted on me; it was becoming more than a little warm feeling. Ferrum 
coated my anal pucker and worked a spray of foam on my balls in with her 
hand some, making sure all my ball and inside crotch hair was also 
covered.

"Okay, Margot, you're next..." Ferrum covering her similarly as she had 
just done me.
"It's now 7:37...between 7:47 and 7:52, you must rinse off as 
instructed, or it'll discolor and pickle your flesh...any questions?...", we 
replying "no".
"...don't forgot, total nudity from now on, on the floor and in class, 
see you in a bit...oh, class start time has been moved to eight-thirty 
instead of eight, it appears that everyone else also had a late night 
too...see ya' in a bit..."

Nick also looked and appeared to have felt like I did, a friendly 
sheepdog shorn of his coat. He didn't have a bit of hair visible, either, as 
we and everyone but Surawan and Flo milled around the breakfast buffet 
table, checking each other's new nudity out, munching on pastries, 
sipping juice and coffee. Our desks and the projection tv and the lecturn 
and other desk and all had been pushed to one side of the back of the 
room, and the beds and gyn tables were front and center now. The chairs 
had been arranged into two semi-circles facing each other near the beds.

Surawan wandered in, looking nice in her medium-melanined Indian 
skincoating. Flo pranced in a moment after her, and I think everyone of us 
was distracted by her beauty. Her perfectly precisioned short but with 
body and style natural blond hair. Her beautiful, runway model face. Her 
flawlessly tanned but still white but not pale skin. Her perfect 
fashion model 34B's, not Kate Moss-ish at all, but not half-melons either. 
The matched pair of almost sculpted nipples adorning them. Yes, I was 
drawn in.

The clock read eight-two-five. Dr. and Mrs. Chaim walked in next, naked 
as we were. Dr. Chaim's body and skin had the pallor and texture of a 
two-hundred-pound gunney sack full of irish potatoes, as wrinkled and 
puckering'd and uggghhh and all. Not meaning to be cruel, just honest, 
while Mrs. looked better than Doc, her nudity reminded me of a female 
version of the Michelen Man, her thighs slightly rubbing together when she 
walked, making a soft sound. They went over to their desk pushed to the 
back wall, talked in private, then Doc called the class to order.

Our naked-as-we-were instructor corps trailed in behind, taking their 
seats on either side of Doc and Mrs. on the back semi-circle of 
towel-draped chairs, we students sitting in our paired arrangements from 
yesterday, four pairs of two chairs being slightly segregated by just inches 
more from each other. I notice things like that. Margot and I held 
hands as Doc stood up and began to speak.

"Today, students, we begin in earnest. No one hit an insurmountable 
wall yesterday, so I think everyone here will make it through the week. 
That's what all that screening you went through at your employers was 
for..." (polite laughter from the group).

"Today, we will begin to rip the old hard wiring out from your psyche, 
and will start replacing it with stronger, thicker wires that you'll 
need in your new profession...we'll tear the walls of your inner Jericho, 
down to their very foundations, so that we can begin to rebuild a much 
stronger structure in its place, using the foundation of who you truly 
are as a base...any questions?"

Slightly puzzle silence.

"Good...now, who can tell me what 'The Principle Of Possession' is?"
Seven right hands and one left hand shot up, like we were back in naked 
junior high.
"Good...I see you all have been studying the Manuals on your 
own...good...Maddy, please stand and tell me and the group what you think the 
'Principle Of Possession' is..."

Maddy stood up, shivered for a second, cleared her throat, her nipples 
tightened on her bare pert breasts, as she began:
" 'The Principle Of Possession' is where the professional bodyworker 
therapist, in a clinical setting, accepts the voluntary surrender of will 
and causes of action from a patient-client, in order to facilitate, by 
use of direct physical contact means between therapist and patient, a 
series of combinations of psychological, physiological, and 
pscyhophysiological breakthroughs and healing modalities...doing so is called 
'Principle Of Possession', because the bodywork therapist literally assumes, 
through acts of trust offered by the patient, temporary possession of 
the patient's will and consent...this principle is no different from 
similarly surrendering our will and consent temporarily in order to enable 
pathological conditional healing when we would go to a general 
practitioner physician for a diagnosis and shot of antibiotics when we have the 
flu, the surrendering of our will to the physician being consensual but 
total because of the implied consent that rests upon the assumption 
that our physician in that case will do no harm and will probably help us 
with our problem."

"Very good, Maddy, a very good explanation in-deed, even if it wasn't 
precisely what I had written in 'The Manual'...", Doc commenting, the 
rest of us politely applauding Maddy's effort.

Speaking to the class, Doc continued "...your understanding 'The 
Principle Of Possession' is most critical for you to be a success as a 
bodyworker...if you don't live it emotionally as well as understand it 
intellectually, you can not pass this course and can not become a 
bodyworker...we will be recording how well you respond to this Principle, in cases 
of offering and receiving Possession to and from others..."
"...Now, it's time for a demonstration of it...Margot, please sit on 
the edge of the bed right behind me....class, gather around us, as I 
demonstrate".

Margot ungrasped my hand as she she stood up and went over to the bed. 
Hollis and Jerry pulled the other beds and gyn tables a little further 
apart to give the rest of us some room to stand around it. Doc stood in 
front of her, and began a slow facial massage, which lasted a couple of 
minutes. He then pulled her to him as she sat on the edge of the bed, 
gently stroking and massaging her back, kissing her on the top of the 
head a time or two as he did, which also lasted a couple of minutes. 
Easing back a little, he massaged and played with her breasts, massaging 
her nipples with easy circular motions, working her muscles from breasts 
to shoulder, rubbing underneath them, kissing her forehead as he gently 
commanded, "up on the table, Margot".

We all recognized he was going through the "Therapeutic Bodywork 
Bonding Ritual", as outlined in our 'Manual. Margot slid off the bed and onto 
the gyn exam table next to it, putting her feet in the stirrups. 
Standing to one side, Doc ran his hands over her some more for a moment as 
she lay face-up looking at the ceiling, before sitting down on a stool at 
the end of the exam table, her spread legs wide to his view. A plastic 
speculum was inserted into her vagina and opened up, he peered inside 
for a second, then closed and pulled it out and tossed it in a nearby 
trashcan. He rubbed her clit and cunt lips with unlubricated fingers for 
another moment, then inserted two fingers inside her "face up", and 
judging by the look on her face, immediately found and began manipulating 
her G-spot. Within thirty seconds, an obvious orgasm came over her, and 
a tiny squirt of pressured come leaked from her cunt. Doc may have been 
an ugly old fart, but he knew what he was doing. He had written "The 
Book", "The Manual", after all. We watched with focused intensity.
"Back on the edge of the bed, Margot" Doc directed.

"Fellate me to a firm erection, Margot", he nicely barked, as he stood 
back in front of her face.
Margot sucked his crooked, wrinkled-skin old dick until it popped up 
hard within a moment. Not bad for an old man. "All fours, Margot, your 
knees as close to the edge of the bed as possible, please", as she 
flipped over and around, horizontal to the bed. Doc's cock pointed more to 
the top of her butt than her cunt.

"Raise the bed a couple of inches, please, Jerry", Doc motioned as 
Jerry came over and turned the crank underneath the footboard that I hadn't 
even noticed before, the beds must having been old surplus hospital 
beds of some sort, Doc pressing his cock in her once the bed was at the 
right height to match up.

Without words, without Margot seeing what was happening, her face 
pressed down to the bed, Libby brought over a couple of condoms and tube of 
KY to Doc.

"Tell me how much you enjoy being fucked, Margot"
"I enjoy being fucked by you, Dr. Chaim, you fuck really well!"
"Tell me how you feel Margot, how does my cock inside your vagina, 
feeeelllll, Margot?"
"It feels great, Dr. Chaim...GREAT!...please...please, fuck me all you 
want..."

Doc lubricated two fingers and slipped them into her anus. Margot stuck 
her ass back hard, trying to fuck his fingers as well as his cock. "How 
do my fingers, ffeeellll, Margot?"
"They feel wonderful...wonderful..." she whispered in low passion.

Fucking her while frigging her ass for two or three moments, he pulled 
his fingers out, quickly opened and rolled a condom on and pushed his 
cock inside her. Margot freaked in a good way. She started waggling her 
tail at him, grasping the covers of the bed in her fists, moaning loud 
enough to wake the dead, then started crying, real tears, real fucking 
tears. I had assfucked several women before, and none had cried when I 
did it to them. But then I realized that these were tears of joy and 
passion, not pain or anguish. Margot's body thrashed around as Doc 
grabbed her ass and pushed as deep inside as he could. She sobbed 
uncontrollably into the sheets. Doc picked up his pace, fucked her tail even a 
little harder, then pulled back, pulled her back around to where she was 
sitting upright again in front of him, flicked the condom off his cock, 
and pushed his dick into her mouth, filling her mouth full of his jism, 
she obviously swallowing every drop as he twitched in front of her.

Doc sat down beside her, pulling her head to his shoulder, Margot still 
sobbing a little. I think she becoming embarrassed a tad, maybe having 
forgotten momentarily where she was at while being assfucked, now 
realizing again we all had watched everything. She gently pulled at Doc's 
now-shrunken littleman as she leaned into the nape of his neck. Courtney 
brought her a dampened warm washcloth and a handtowel so she could wipe 
the salty eye brine from her face.

"Margot, how did you like that?"
"That was wonderful, Teacher...thank you"
"You're welcome...now, Margot, tell the class why you broke down and 
cried while being given anal sex..."
"I'm not sure why I did...it just...it just happened".
"Was it because when you were between seven and eight, a close male 
friend of the family who wasn't a relative anally raped you with his 
finger in your bedroom at your home while your parents were there, but you 
were too afraid to cry out because he threatened you, but you still up 
until now have blamed your parents for not protecting you, as much as 
your blame the perpetrator of that crime???" Doc's voice rising to a 
supportive crescendo.

Margot looked directly in his eyes, silently, deeply, with a "how the 
kingdom come hell did you possibly know, could have possibly found that 
out??!!!??"

Doc read her silent message of protest, answering "Margot, a 
psychiatrist can find out more than mere surface answers when analyzing 
psychological tests like you took pre-employment, before you came to us..."

"Eric..."
"Uh-hu" I answered.
"You and Margot have had sex several times the past couple of days, and 
you enjoy anal sex with women, but haven't had anal sex with Margot, 
correct?"
"Uh...yeah, that's right"
"And even though you two are to be bodywork practice partners, you 
never would have, she would have never permitted you or any man to 
penetrate her anally, not even for therapeutic benefit of a patient, isn't that 
correct, Margot?...", Margot nodding "yes" as she still sat close to 
Doc on the edge of the bed but pulled slightly away from him "...now, 
tell me and the class, Margot, did you like being anally sexed?"
"Yes, Dr. Chaim, it felt great".
"You've had this horrid fear of assfucking since you were a little 
girl, but here, now, you enjoyed it...why?"
"I'm not sure...I think because...because I trusted...I trust you...I 
know you'd never hurt me, only heal me, you're a doctor, a healer...like 
I am a healer...and in using the safety of this time and place, you 
broke through my walls that surrounded my fear of anal sex"

"Correct, Margot...see, class?...'The Principle Of Possession' in 
practice...my polykinetic bodywork principles in real-time practice...if I 
hadn't been able to begin the healing process or removing emotional scar 
tissue inside of Margot's mind through polykinetic means, she never 
would have passed this course, or been able to become a professional 
bodyworker...she gave possession of her trust and consent, and I used that 
to enable polykinetic bodywork principles to free her from the 
enslavement of a horrible memory that has kept a part of her sexuality chained 
in a private dungeon since childhood...
...This, class, is what it's all about, this is why you're here, to 
learn to, within a safe clinical setting, enable healing within those who 
suffer from a variety of sexual dysfunctions...now, take a five minute 
break, your own barriers will be broken down shortly".

When we got back from our bathroom breaks, everyone talking about what 
just had happened in loud whispers while waiting for a stall or urinal 
to open inside the now-designated unisex bathrooms the male and female 
signs on the doors having been removed sometime last night or this 
morning, Doc wasn't there, and Mrs. Doc was sitting where Doc had been in 
the semi-circle of staff chairs facing our chairs, Libby sitting 
cross-legged in front of her, leaning back, making back-to-leg contact with 
Lady Doc. Mrs. Chaim clapped her hands with a "everyone in back in their 
seats, please", a slight but not-easily-identifiable accent, sounding a 
little German but also a little something else, rolling the words out 
chirpingly.

Sipping on our juice or soft drinks or coffee, we focused on the 
prettier half of our ultimate bosses for this course, at least prettier than 
Doc was.

"Class, before we proceed to the next stages, a little background that 
you need to know...."
"...when there was only surrogacy before we came along, it was all 
female surrogates working with a strictly male clientele, mainly dealing 
with issues of premature ejaculation and performance, with only the 
rarest female client, mainly lesbian clients..."
"...how-e-v-e-r, as the years have progressed, and women have become 
more truly empowered, women have, at least a percentage of women in the 
population have, asserted their Gofffddd-giben rights to medical 
treatments suited for them, for their, our, my, sex, including the right to 
sexual therap-ooo-tic modalities...women are no longer willing to accept 
substandard or non-existent treatment, just because society sffttill 
at-large doesn't accept women as sexual beings in all cases...
"...that is why, in most bodywork practices that are whiff-in our scope 
of knowledge, anywhere from 25% to 50%+ of a typical clientele calendar 
is for women..."
"...over the years, we have documented that while most straight women 
prefer to deal with a man in a bodyworking therapy situation, alllffftho 
that's not always the case, almost all women clients seeking bodywork 
therapy are not affffverss to working with a fffwoman bodyworker, 
mainly, I fffink, because they don't see bodywork contact with a female 
bodyworker as sexual, they see it as therapeutic, much as fffaay don't see 
contact from a woman gynnie-cologist as being sexual, either, efffen 
though obviously bodywork is sexual in nature, perceptions aside...also, 
many practices are uncomfortable in having a male bodyworker on their 
staff, because of their own mmmffisgivings or prejudices..."

"...when you are a bodyworker dealing with such a large percentage of 
female clients, one can not be averse to embracing the feminine, to 
working with fffwwemales of all ages, bodytypes, appearances, 
et-cet-era...and, a wwffact of life is that women have periods, and as
a bodyworker, one can not pick and choose not to work with a 
woman-client on her pwwweeriod....
...now, according to your test results, every single one of you, except 
Surawan..." (we all turned to look at 'Surry) "...has at least some 
menstrual aversion, and this is unacceptable, and we're going to work on 
this in a moment..."
"...keep in mind, too, that besides working with women on ffftheir 
periods who are seeking treatment for whatever else, some of your cases 
will be where you'll be removing a personal taboo of menstrual sex from 
their pppersonalities, at their request."

Miz Doc patted Libby's head as Libby leaned further back to her, sipped 
on a foamcup of something, thought for a second, then continued.
"Some of the models this week will be having their periods....we call 
any non-staff twweem-member who is here for purposes of demonstrating 
one or more aspects of bodywork pwwwinciples to you students 'models', by 
the way...in order to more realistically train you for your lives after 
school..."
"...now, the only student this moment hafffing her period is Fwwwooo, 
correct?..." no one else speaking, especially myself or Nick 
"...although I do think Gwen will start later this week, and maybe Kaaa-khooo this 
Saturday or Sunday, correct?..." Gwen and K. nodding affirmatively.
"Fwwo, please come here, stand in front of me..." Ms. Doc ordered, as 
Libby scooted to one side.

Mrs. Doc forced her hand between Flo's legs, and pulled her tampon out. 
Courtney, who had left the room and come back, handed a pair of Flo's 
panties to her, evidently having pilfered them from her room.
"Dwwwering class, Flo, girls, we simply can't make allowances for your 
periods...soon, in your practices, in won't make any dwwwiffeence, 
anyway...so, during class exercises, all contact shall be as if you weren't 
on your periods, understood?..." we all verbalizing a soft "yes", 
"...for ease of conffwwenience during class, you'll need to wear a napkin, 
Fwwlo, not a tampon, there's a selection over there (pointing to the 
wirerack full of medical supplies to the right side of the room) if you 
don't have any wwwiff you...come closer, Fwwllo".

Siiiwwee Doc began a slow frig of Flo, her hand stained red as it came 
into view from her in-out motion.
"Re-wax, Child, re-wax, we are all pwoofessionals, here, Flo-wence..." 
as Libby stood up and moved to around to play with Flo's breasts from 
behind. Stopping, Mrs. Doc licked a bloody finger, did another few 
frigs, then offered to Flo's mouth, Flo licking her own feminine essence off 
the wrinkled index finger of Dr. Helena Chaim like she was sucking a 
cock, closing her eyes, trying to take the experience in, trying, I 
think, not to show any revulsion, trying to be a good student. Misrez Doc 
got up and went down the line of us students, she leading Flo as they 
stood consecutively in front of each of us in turn, sticking a finger up 
Flo's cunt, then offering us each a bloodwarm vampire popsicle to suck 
on, we taking it in stride as part of our training.

"You'll have more period sex later today with some models, but now it's 
time for another step in your training first....Wweeebbie will be in 
charge for the rest of the day...good luck...Dr. Chaim and I will be 
around if we're needed" she concluded as she left the room.

Libby barked her spiel. "Class, please take your seats for a 
moment...one item...during times where there will just two points of focus, as in 
two models for the group to work with, the group shall be divided this 
way: Group Number One...Margot, Flo, Maddy, Eric; Group Number 
Two...Gwen, Surawan, Keiko, Nick...please remember this, and remember, this is 
when we need two sub-groups only...any questions?...no, good..."
"...now comes the first real core part of your training, the first of 
many, many more to come in the days ahead...we're going to now break 
your sexuality down, and begin to rebuild it...each of us staff will first 
'do' each of you, then you will in turn parrot what we do to you to us, 
in turn, then, with us, you will each have sex with each other...with 
eight of you and five of us, it'll require a little juggling, but 
nothing we haven't done before, hehehe.." not one of us laughing at her joke 
"...you may freely have orgasms as you wish during bodywork contact, 
but allowing for time constraints, when you're doing something to one of 
us or yourselves, and we say 'stop' or go on to the next item in 
sequence, you must do so...any questions?"

"Yes, Libby..." I spoke up.
"Exactly what will you do to us, we to you, we to each other...exactly, 
what?"
"Good question, Eric...good question...everything sexual, and I do mean 
everything that can happen between a man and a woman, two women, or two 
men, and some standard bodywork combinations such as typical MFF and 
MFM threesomes, except that you and Nick will not be required to have 
anal sex with each other, unless you both express a desire to do so...", 
Nick and I both making immediate eye contact with each other, both 
shaking our heads "no" at each other.
"Nick and I won't be doing that" I respond.
Laughing aloud, the girls laughing at not with us too, Libby continued 
"...I didn't think you and Nick would, Eric...now, follow our leads" 
Libby finished.

Hollis and Jerry piled the exercise mats, I just now realizing exactly 
what kind of exercise they were for, sometimes I am a little slow on 
the uptick, out in the middle of the room in a large, rough circle, the 
chairs being places around them, a bunch of hotel pillows being fetched 
from a storage closet adjacent to the room and thrown onto the pile of 
mats at random.

The staff concentrated on the women first. Libby picked Gwen, Jerry 
picked Flo, Courtney picked Maddy, Hollis picked Keiko, and Ferrum picked 
Surawan. Piling on to the matpile, it initially looked like total 
chaos, like an orgy gone out of control, but as I and Margot and Nick 
watched everyone else, an order arose from seeming randomness. But at first, 
we were just observing to observe, it was our job.

Jerry flung Flo's napkin'd panties to one side of the room. She 
wouldn't wear them any more that day, until all the exercises were through. XY 
Dox hadn't been kidding. Standing face-to-face, Jerry felt her up. 
Nudging her down, he gave her some head, then fucked her pussy for a 
moment. Ferrum broke Surawan for a second to retrieve and distribute tubes of 
KY and condoms and latex gloves like she was throwing Christmas candy 
off the caboose of a Santa Train.
"By the way, L-A-D-I-E-S !!!..." Libby breaking away from Gwen for a 
moment, standing up "...the only reason the men will be using condoms 
when assfucking you is to save time, which we don't have a lot of...if 
they didn't use condoms, they'd have to stop and wash their genitals off 
before proceeding to their next partner...we're all certified squeak-eee 
clean and safe here, condoms are not needed for anything but common 
courtesy..." she intoned, as she jumped back down to groping up Gwen, then 
licking her pussy, then sticking a condom-covered finger up her ass.

It looked like Hollis was really enjoying Keiko as they fucked. You 
can't fake a look of sheer pleasure like that, and why would he want to? 
"Keiko must have one tight pussy..." I thought silently to myself. 
Jerry's crotch and upper thighs became blood-red with Flo's menstrual fluid. 
He covered his cock with a condom, fucked her pussy some for effect, 
added some KY atop it, then penetrated her ass, sharing her blood back to 
her hin-o-l-a. Yes, it was damnably erotic site.

The sequence of events became clear. If it was woman-to-woman, an 
instructor would normally stand or kneel in front of a student, feel them 
up, feel their breasts and pussy as they stood or kneeled passively, 
maybe kiss them but usually not, then they'd lay them down on the mat and 
give them some head, then cover an index finger with a condom, and frig 
their student-partner's asshole for just a very short while, not much, 
more as an act of "possession", I think. If it was 
man-instructor-to-woman-student, the guy would similarly feel them up and frig them, then 
have them suck them hard a bit, then lay 'em down and give 'em head in 
return, then get on top or have them get on all fours or some other 
position and pussy fuck them, and then roll them on all fours if they 
weren't in that position already, put a condom on, and assfuck them.

Margot and I and Nick sat together and watched the rest of the group. 
Margot and I held hands. She and I kissed for a moment, then just looked 
into each other's eyes, as friends and lovers. I had to ask her.
"Is what Doc said this morning...about what happened to you and all 
when you were a little girl...true?"
Margot broke eye contact, looking at the floor. "Every word, 
Eric...every frigging word..."
"But I could see in your look at him a look of total disbelief that he 
knew...you didn't put any of that down in your prelims?"
"Uh-uh?"
"Then how did he know, Margot?"
"You've got me" she replied.
I kissed her for a second, then broke the kiss, turning her head to 
face me. "I've simply got to ask you this...is what you told him this 
morning...true?...I mean about how much you enjoyed it, being 
assfucked...it looked like you were climbing out of your skin with pleasure...was 
that real, or was some of that just show, just a show for Doc?"
"Everything you saw this morning with Doc, Eric, came from my heart, 
nothing was faked, nothing at all" she whispered to me.
"I'll be damned" I replied, as I turned my own eyes to stare at a point 
on the floor front of me for a moment, my eyes returning to the body 
pile on the mats.

As if a silent dog whistle signal had been blown, the staff members 
switched partners. Libby went to Flo, Jerry went to Gwen , Courtney went 
to Keiko, , Hollis went to  Maddy , and Ferrum came over to Margot and 
pulled her to the mats with her for her first bit of bodywork 
indoctrination, Surawan coming over to sit with me and Nick, her turn in the 
current rotation evidently being through for the moment. Nick and I both 
had hards, couldn't help but be affected by the sight in front of our 
eyes for sore eyes. We both felt up Surry as she easily played with our 
cocks, sitting between us. Every five minutes, another partner switch. 
Nick and I worked through rotation, then Surry was brought back in. It 
would require a chart the size of a large wall to show  the total 
rotations, but suffice to say, every instructor in turn "indoctrinated" every 
one of us students.

My turns with Jerry and Hollis weren't too bad. I mean, I'm not a 
homophobe, I'm just not attracted sexually let alone romantically to men. 
When they masturbated me, it was boring. Jerry gave better head than 
Hollis. Nick's still-gut-level-but-moderating-as-time-went-on revulsion of 
being played with and sucked off by the twin pricks was fairly obvious 
still, but he was trying to relax and go with it, he knew how important 
letting the program happen was. J&H did seem to be enjoying themselves 
just a little too much playing with us. I don't think it would a 
stretch to believe that on a horizontal homo-hetero scale, that they both 
would be pretty far to the left, and little further past the "Bi" marker.

My time with our cunt instructors was of course nicer. They all gave 
great head, but Libby was best. Courtney's larger pussy lips than the 
other two enveloped my cock like a silken fog when she fucked me. They 
didn't assride Nick or myself, I mean, they didn't let us assfuck them, 
this was an exercise series in passivity on our, the students, parts. The 
clock read eleven-twenty. A uniformed hotel employee finally walked 
into the room with a handful of bluepaper lunch-menu-request cards, like 
yesterday. I was starved and wanted to eat lunch right then, but 
evidently it was going to take a while. The skinny little oriental guy with 
chef's hat seemed totally oblivious to our state of group nudity. He 
finally got around to all as our instructors huddle at the desk, Libby 
making a phone call and whispering low into the handset.

"All-right..." she barked "...whose butthole is a little sore?...", six 
of the eight possible arms of identification flying upwards "...well, I 
have some good news, and some bad news...first, the good news...we're 
not going to do anything more with anal penetration again until after we 
eat lunch...the bad news is, cunts and cocks, is that the first of the 
menstrual aversion remediation exercises is next, which means lunch 
won't be for another couple of hours...look at this way, guys and gulls, 
especially gulls...that's longer for your analpuckers to recover" Lib 
The Commandant finished, smiling.

Hollis and Jerry moved two the beds in the middle of the pack again, 
moving them a little further apart. Two naked high-school cheerleaders, 
cheerleaders who looked like sisters, I don't how else to describe them, 
tall and shapely and obviously barely a day over eighteen, came in with 
labcoats on, dropping them at their feet as one of them stood at the 
foot of each respective middle bed, slipping out of panties that each had 
a bloody maxipad affixed to its crotch.

"Students, this is Angelica..." Libby touching her on the shoulder as 
she stood between them "...and this is Tina..." doing similarly 
"...these are the first two of many models that you'll work with this week, for 
specific situation educational needs..."

"...here's the drill...you'll split into your four-person groups as I 
mentioned earlier, everyone remember?, good, and each group will do one 
and then the other in turn, in the following exercise: each team member 
will manually penetrate the model's vagina, you'll frig them, for 
approximately two to three minutes...then you'll taste the fluid on your 
hand, and offer them a taste, which they will accept...then, you will lick 
their clit, then the entire length of their labial lips, lick them 
clean of menstrual fluid, then you will tongue-fuck them for at least a 
couple of minutes or until an instructor says 'stop', your tongue must 
penetrate their vagina as far inside as possible, then you will 
french-kiss the model with your still-bloody tongue...understood?...any 
questions?"

Even though Mrs. Doc had done her menstrual bit earlier with Flo's 
fluid being used as an after-breakfast mint with us, and even though I had 
given head to a couple of girlfriends before while they were having 
their periods, this was getting a little gross to me even, and I could see 
all our lady compatriots' faces look a tiny bit sick for a second. What 
the hell, right? In for a penny, in for ten thousand dollars.

The models lay down on their assigned beds, the instructors putting 
hotel towels under the butts, and we gathered together in our assigned 
groups next to them. Flo and Margot did Angelica before me, and after the 
first minute or so, they seemed to settle down, seemed to mind less and 
less as the exercise progressed. Angelica told Ferrum, who was 
monitoring the exercise standing with our group, that Margot wasn't pushing her 
tongue in deep enough, Ferrum joining Margot at Angelica's cunt, 
feeling the depth of Margot's tongue in Angie's cunt, pronouncing to no one 
in particular that Margot had a short-ish tongue. Myself, I kind of 
enjoyed it. Sharing the kiss-franco with Angelica was nice, she seemed to 
really get off kissing my blood-soaked tongue and mouth, she honestly 
kissed me back. Our group finished with Angelica as the other group 
finished with Tina, and we switched places. Tina's flow was heavier than 
Angie's and tasted different, as Angie's had tasted different from Flo's 
earlier sample that morning. We completed our rounds and I thought that 
was it, but no dice. "Nick, Eric...girls...one last exercise before 
lunch...Nick, you'll begin to fuck Angelica, whatever position you want is 
fine, and Eric, you Tina...after a few moments, after you get good and 
sloppy, stop, and one of your fellow team members at a time will in 
turn suck your bloody cock clean, you refreshing its blood-covering with a 
short fuck between cleansings...then, boys and girls, team members will 
switch male partners, then male partners will switch models, and we'll 
repeat everything until each team member has sucked Nick and Eric both 
after they've fucked each model...everyone understand?"

The emotion of the day catching up with us a little, no, I don't think 
we all comprehended the minutiae exactly, but that wasn't important, 
Libby would certainly juggle these hundred fine china plates in the air. 
A couple of us, including myself, looked at her funny, but really, it 
was just another circlejerk sequence like we had done a couple of times 
already that morning. If Libby ever retires from professional teaching 
of bodywork students, I'm sure she could find a second career as a 
Captain on a Chinese-Fire-Drill Team. My stomach was growling, I just 
wanted some lunch, a bloody hamburger or two to eat, not a bloody pussy or 
more to fuck.

The near-sisters-because-of-looks were actually good lays. Even with 
their fluid flow, especially Tina's heavier one than Angelica's, 
providing excessive lubrication, their pussies both were so tight that neither 
I nor Nick had any trouble maintaining our hards during the fucks. We'd 
go a little soft but not much during our suck-offs from our fellow 
female-type-classmates as they lay between our legs, licking us clean per 
instructions, but our highschool sweethearts would get us back firm just 
as soon as they jumped back on top of us. Just as Keiko, my last of my 
last go'round, was finishing licking me clean, the clock read two-forty 
and the sound of clanging china and moving food trays was 
heard...lunch, finally!

Strange, isn't it, wasn't it? In a sea of limitless pussy, all I could 
think about was food. It reminded me of Midas, deluged in a sea of 
limitless gold because all he touched turned to same, all he could think 
about also was food, because his food turned into gold, too. Okay, maybe 
not a perfect analogy, but I was batshit hungry.

"One hour, people!...exactly one hour, no more!" Libby shouted at the 
top of her lungs, as the staff left us to our own devices.

Nick and I got up take a quick shower, we both being covered 
knees-to-navel in mixed menstrual fluids. Tina and Angelica joined us in the 
communal shower, they also being knees-to-nipples red in their femininity. 
I had withheld my orgasms during the last part of the exercise for the 
benefit of the class. Now, I wanted some relief. I fucked Tina from 
behind while we knelt on the cold, hard, tiled shower floor, Nick doing 
the same with Angelica. It didn't take us long. My stomach saw to that. I 
filled Tina's bloody pussy with my come, did one more quick wash of the 
red, and headed for the grub.

Lib had done us nice, without asking. Besides what we had ordered, the 
staff had also brought up both a full salad bar and hot bar on wheels, 
the hot bar having soups and chilis and even country-styled-steak, 
another cart sporting actual plates and silverware, not just paper plates 
and plastic forks, like yesterday.

Flo was sitting with Gwen and Margot at a couple of our classroom 
tables they had pulled out from the wall, sitting on a folded towel placed 
in the seat of the chair for obvious reasons. I kissed them all and they 
kissed me friendly back as I sat down next to Flo with my cheese and 
chili and turkey club and chips, a waiter bringing my drink to me, blind 
as a bat to a bunch of naked people-types in front of his eyes. We made 
small talk, genuine smalltalk. They each had, moments before, licked 
two different respective menstrual fluids from my cock. We all seemed at 
a loss for words. The weather. Shopping. The fact that it was so late 
already. Smalltalk.

Finishing lunch, Flo got up to go to the bathroom. Keiko sat down at 
her previous seat, taking her place at our roundtable. I apologized to 
all of them for what had just happened, without knowing why. They each 
shook their heads, warbling about how it was okay, I was just doing as I 
was told to do, as were they. I kissed Keiko as she sat next to me, 
then reached across the table to motion to and hold Margot's and Gwen's 
hands, simultaneously. Lightbulb idea hit me.

Standing up and moving to Margot's chair, whispering my idea, she 
nodding yes, I asked Gwen and K. if they'd like to move in with us for the 
rest of the week, that obviously our room like their room had more than 
enough room for their bed and their stuff. G&K looked at each other, 
whispered back and forth a bit in each other's ears, and replied 
"...sure, guys, we'd love to...we'll push our beds together, to make one giant 
bed, okay?", we agreeing. My gut said that from here on out, though, 
more sleeping than fucking would be done in any bed in any student's room 
on the ninth floor of the Roslyn Harbour Hotel.

Libby walked back in with Jerry by themselves. I walked over to Lib and 
made my plea.
"Libby?"
"Yes, Eric...what is it, what do you want?"
"Dr. Chaim said that while we were here, we could have anything we 
wanted to make our stay here, our tenure during school, more comfortable, 
right?...right?"
"Yes, Eric, that's our policy, as long as the demands aren't too 
expensive or outrageous, we try to make you feel as comfortable as possible".
"Well, Margot, Gwen, K. and myself talked about it, and we'd like to 
live together for the rest of the week...could you move their bed and 
stuff to our room, so we could be together after class more?"
"I don't see why that would be a problem, sure, Eric".
"Oh, and one other thing..." a flash of food flood thought still being 
on my mind from the extended nutritional deprivation of this morning 
"...could you fill up the 'frig in our room with some canned soft drinks, 
and maybe scrounge up some chips and dip and maybe a couple of frozen 
microwave pizzas to have handy in the freezer compartment, pretty 
please, Teach'?"
"Since you asked so nice, certainly, Student Eric...I'll make a call 
right now...everything will be ready when we get through today, okay?"
"Thanks, you're a doll" I answered.
"I am, aren't I...five more minutes, then another class, stud...go 
finish your lunch, you foodaholic" she playfully popping me on my rear with 
her bare hand hard enough to feel as I turned to walk back to my Dears.


<b>
Chapter 5:
</b>
Day 2, Or, The Wiring Of Jericho, Pt.2, The P.M. Session

My Dears had scooted away from our lunch table. I finished my bites 
alone. Everyone was milling around, mostly just walking slowly around the 
room, not really saying much of anything to anyone else. I tried to at 
least get Margot to come back over and sit with me, but she made an 
excuse gesture of pointing the bathroom all of a sudden, heading that way. 
The smell of spent sex filled the room. Hollis sprayed some sort of 
thickly-orange-scented spray all over the room, hiding some of the odor of 
non-passions spent. The rest of our "faculty" huddled together at Doc's 
desk against the back wall, talking softly so no one else could hear. 
Hollis left the room for a moment, and came back shortly with a CD 
boombox and some CD's. He plugged it in at a wall outlet, put some Enya on, 
and cut up the volume just enough to hear without stepping on 
non-existent friendly conversations taking place.

Libby rapped her knuckles on the desk to draw our attention. She hadn't 
done that before, using instead her foghorn of a set of vocal cords. In 
a voice calmer and softer than she had yet used before, she asked, not 
barked, us to sit in a circle together on the mats. I couldn't help but 
wonder what was next, German Shephard Love Lessons? Margot was no where 
to be found. I told them to look in the bathroom, and Ferrum towed her 
out from her hiding place.

Lib told us with calmer demeanor to kneel upright, and snuggle together 
in a circle, buttcheek-to-buttcheek as close as possible. Whatever. 
Then Courtney, who was standing behind our circle as were the other 
faculty, began singing along, soft and sweetly and in tune, with the Enya CD 
playing in the background. Most of us shot "what the hell?" looks 
around our circle.

Lib kneeled behind Surawan, and spoke to the group.
"Before we get back to our bodywork exercises, we're going to take a 
moment to meditate. Meditate, think, and talk. Meditate on the 
implications of what we've all done today. Think about the here and now, and your 
futures. Talk about anything, anything, that comes to mind. Anything.

Five minutes of dead silence. We all just knelt as in prayer to our 
Polykinetic gods, Zenning a hole in the floor in the middle of our circle. 
Then Keiko spoke.
"May I say what I feel, Miss Libby?..." she meekly asked.
"Yes, anything...whatever is in your mind or heart, share it with the 
group, please" Libby replied in assured but calm voice.
"I...I...I feel like I've been raped, raped repeatedly, this 
morning...I feel totally violated and used..."
"I do too!" said Flo.
"I do too!" said Margot.
"I do too!" said Gwen.
"I do too!" said Maddy.
"I do too!" said Surawan.

Flo began crying, sobbing like child, first, then it spread to all our 
class. Even I and Nick almost got caught up with the emotion of the 
moment. I got up and moved around to be next to Margot, so I could hold 
her, give her support. Soon, the group circle collapsed into one big 
group hug, tears and wails flowing like a Sicilian funeral procession. 
Libby just let the moment be itself. She didn't intervene. Courtney had 
quit her singing along with Enya, but no one noticed. I kissed Margot on 
the lips, then Gwen, then Keiko, then the rest, even gave Nick a kiss on 
the cheek, telling them all as I did that I loved them, loved them all 
so much. That sparked a round of supportive kisses and more supportive 
looks and words. Suddenly, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted 
collectively from our shoulders. Still kneeling close, our staff 
snuggled around us, around our perimeter at our backs, extending their arms 
to join in an outer circle of supportive hugs.
"That was excellent, class...now, let's all talk about why everyone 
perceived their lessons this morning as rape."

Surry, Keiko, and Gwen all tried to immediately take back their words, 
try to tell Libby they didn't mean it that way, that it was the moment 
only, that they really didn't feel that way, I think out of cultural 
conditioning, a sense of societal politeness. Libby wouldn't have it. She 
insisted on validating, not discounting, their feelings.

In a nutshell, the root cause of most the feelings of rape was that 
they had been forced to do things which they had never done before, things 
which would have seemed gross as hell to them just seventy-two hours 
before, things they would have never done at gunpoint voluntarily, they 
did within the class just an hour or so before. Libby reminded us all 
that we were volunteers here, that we were here of our own free will, and 
we always had choices. A choice might have unintended negative 
consequences, but there was always choice, and this only a school, not life or 
death. She also went on about how we would be healing those who had 
been raped soon after finishing this school, and how much we were needed 
by those in our practices we would go to. Then she capped it all by 
saying that the reaction we had was common, and expected, that "mostly, it 
was the shock of the breaking down your old walls of what is and isn't 
sex, what is and isn't therapy, etc."

The instructors broke their arms-around embrace of our group, and left 
us to just be with each other and share strength and support. Slowly, 
smiles and happy faces and pleasant tones in voices returned. Everyone 
seemed to be recovering. Flo asked who was going to clean up her puddle 
of stuff that was accumulating at the base of her knees, as it ran down 
her legs. We all answered, almost in perfect unison, that "you are!", 
laughter filling the group. Libby and Courtney came over to us, and 
asked if we all were ready to get back to work, all of us standing up as a 
signal of "yes". We sat back down in our semi-circle of chairs at the 
back of the room. Courtney spoke as the rest of her staffmates listened 
with us.

"That was wonderful, guys, I'm glad that happened...like Dr. Chaim 
said, you all are a special group....next will be the mirror of what we did 
before the menstrual workshop, the mirror being you'll do us and we'll 
be passive, as you were passive and we active first time around...each 
of you will make love with each of us, in an active way...after that, 
you'll circle bodywork each other, then we'll do a short group 
session...any questions?" she chirped.

The got up and stood before us. They didn't tell us what to do next. 
Finally, Gwen and Nick and Surawan all stood up together, and picked a 
partner, Gwen with Jerry, Nick with Libby, and Surawan with Courtney. A 
moment passed, no else got up, so I picked Ferrum, and lead her over to 
the matpile, my arm around her waist. Flo choose Hollis, while Margot, 
Keiko, and Maddy turned their chairs around to observe us.

I tried to mimic pretty close to what Ferrum and her cuntfriends had 
done to me earlier, except that being in the active role now, after the 
obligatory feel-up and pussylick and frig and fuck, I pushed her flat on 
her stomach, covered my cock in latex, and fucked her in the ass, she 
accepting. Nick seeing my cock in Ferrum's pucker, he moved Lib around 
from his fuck and did the same to her. From there, things continued on 
like it was in the earlier rotation, Margot and K. and Maddy being 
worked into the linecard, taking their turns with each instructor in the 
active role and so on.

When my turn came with Jerry, after I had masturbated him and sucked 
him some, he looked at me with his cock in my mouth still and asked if 
I'd like to fuck him in the ass, since I had fucked his three female 
coworkers that way just moments earlier. I ignored the cocksucker. He asked 
me again, and again. I was waiting for Libby to give the "all switch" 
signal, but she was busy having her asshole tongue-fucked by Margot. I 
stopped my suck of him, and got the group's attention.

"Ladies, Nick, my classmates..." they all turning to look my way 
"...Jerry here has asked me three times if I wanted to assfuck him, and I 
haven't replied yet...I'll leave it up to you, my peers...if you'd think 
it would help you understand bodywork polykinetic principles better, or 
if you'd just like to see me do him, I will, but if you don't want me 
to, I won't", all of them murmuring "no's" and going back to their 
respective partners at hand.

The tension that had been building between us and "them" seemed to more 
or less be gone. Mostly, 99%, but not totally. Still, the level of 
acceptance and yes, mutual "possession" had increased dramatically.

After we had finished our rotations in the active mode with our 
instructors, Libby assumed control of the group once more, again, with less 
heavy-handed-ness and more respect for us.

"Now, the next exercise is a bonding exercise with each other...this 
one will go quicker, because it'll just be you eight...this is your 
assignment...you'll either stand or kneel before each other, no more than 
eighteen inches apart or less...before touching, you'll tell your partner 
what you like most about him or her, and what you like least...then, 
touching each other while still looking in each other's eyes, you'll tell 
them what you really feel about them, as a person, as a classmate, 
etcetera, and no holding back...then, you'll have sex with them in every 
way possible, again you two studs you don't have to assfuck each 
other..."
"Gee, thanks a fucking ton, 'Teach!" Nick yelled but not screamed out, 
cracking everyone up.
"...but otherwise, total encompassment...in the interest of time, it's 
already after four, we'll be whispering in ears to switch focuses and 
switch partners, like we've been doing, to facilitate time.

Libby assigned me to Maddy, Gwen to Nick, Margot to Flo, and Surawan to 
Keiko. I told Maddy I liked her body and skin most, and her hair 
least...I told her I really thought she is a great wife to her husband, and 
that her husband is a lucky man, that I'd be honored if I married 
someone like her. She told me she liked my stamina and my sense of humor 
most, that she disliked my flippant sarcasm least, and that she wanted to 
make love, not just have sex, with me sometime during the week, alone 
she and I, that she thought I was a special man and would make a 
wonderful healing bodyworker. I told her we would definitely find some time 
alone, we sharing a smile, then a happy kiss, before getting down to 
business.

With Flo, I told her I was still awestruck by her beauty, that her best 
personality trait was her honest vulnerability, and that I liked her 
sometimes unintentional aloofness least. I then poured my heart out to 
her, telling her I felt honored to be sharing sex, even in a clinical 
school setting, with such a dazzling woman, some one who just isn't 
beautiful physically but pure of heart on the inside. She said she liked my 
willingness to be strong yet compassionate most, disliked my impatience 
and spurts of temper least, and that she, like Maddy, really wanted 
some time along with me during the week, again, where we could make love, 
not just have sex, I promising, hoping they'd give us more free time 
later in the week.

And so it went with Surawan, Keiko, Margot, et al, all except Margot 
and Nick, though more predictably, because I had bonded more with the 
others privately.

When it came time for Nick and me to be together, all the staff 
gathered around us, as if to make sure we'd actually complete the sex part of 
the assignment, and not fake any part of it, like they didn't trust one 
or both of us completely. I didn't care, as long as they didn't pop up 
and change the rules and insist we assfuck each other to satisfy their 
own bents. With five curious staffers around, after I had masturbated 
Nick hard, I told him to go ahead and come in my mouth if he wanted, 
that I didn't mind. After having Jerry and Hollis work their proclivities 
on me all day, it wasn't bad. Nick was becoming a friend, anyway. I'm 
sure what I was feeling, the mixed emotions, were being felt by our 
women peers as they did each other as part of their training even though 
they probably weren't getting too excited doing each other, most of the 
time at least. Nick let go and popped his cork in my mouth. I stood up 
and french-kissed Libby and Courtney and Ferrum who were still standing 
around us to show I had tried to complete the lesson's objective. Nick 
did the same. He didn't give bad head, it was good enough to make me 
come, but I had six female-type mouths or more afterhours to pick from, 
when I wanted some head.

Margot and I kneeled on the mats before each other. At least she was 
the perfect antidote to my brush to the left with Nick. I told her that I 
liked her smile and her sense of self-confidence most, disliked her 
excessive wearing of jewelry out in public least, and that I was so 
pleased that we'd be sharing our professional mostly but also parts of our 
private lives together, that I couldn't wait for our journey to begin 
once we got back to Raleigh. She said she like my no-nonsense approach to 
things most, my insistence on nagging for some kind of sex I wanted 
least, and that she thought I was probably the most honest and wonderful 
man she had ever met in her entire life, and when we got back to 
Raleigh, she was going to propose to me. I looked as hard-square in the eye as 
I could, and she didn't blink...I couldn't tell to save me if she was 
trying to pull my leg, or not.

Our circle exercise in bonding with each other ended. Keiko's 
eighteen-year-old pussy was every bit as tight as I thought it was going to be, 
it felt like her muscles were so well-developed that she could squeeze 
the lead out of a pencil, and her ass was as tight. Surawan sucked my 
balls mostly instead of my cock, and I still came. She also 
tongue-fucked my ass, which I found surprisingly pleasant.

The clock now read six-ten. If food and sex don't go together, appetite 
and desire, you couldn't disprove it by me that day. They allowed us a 
short bathroom and drink break for ten minutes, then back to it. 
Besides newly minted hunger, I was also getting a bit tired, as they rest of 
the group was too, I think.

Courtney again took centerstage.
"Great...simply great, guys...I, we, saw some real bonding and some 
real emotion out there just then...and Eric's come was at least edible if 
not tasty, wasn't it, Nick?..." the room now releasing and roaring with 
laughter, even Nick bobbing his head as we sat in our chairs near each 
other "...now, the last round for today..."
"Amen!" Gwen shouting aloud, and more polite laughter.
"...just a short round of FMF and MFM threesomes..."
Someone mumbled under their breath that to them, that building Rome 
would take just a couple of hours, giggles rippling.
"...and after that, no more for today...because the ratio is odd, six 
women and two men, we'll cut the rotations short instead of making them 
longer, especially after the great one-to-one sex bonding sessions you 
just had...we're going to enforce a timelimit of no more than five 
minutes per coupling, and if you want to cut it quicker, do so, and if we 
need to, we'll call you back to finish" Court-and-Spark finished saying.

We began with FMF's. I started with Gwen and Maddy, ended with Keiko 
and Flo in the rotation. Our instructions were for us guys to stand up, 
get a double-suck, have the girls play with each other some and 
soul-kiss and we join in, then fuck one while the the other licks the pussy I'm 
fucking and then vice versa, then they go into a sixty-nine, and I 
assfuck them alternately. Try doing all that within a five minute time 
limit. But we all were trying, we all were getting pooped, we were 
sprinting towards that finish line.

They didn't make Nick and me do any male-male stuff we didn't want to 
do in the MFM threesomes. Our order of battle was to stand in front of 
our female partner, she play and suck us both off while we stood next to 
each other, we kiss and play with her and give her head and just roam 
her for a moment, then flipped her doggie-style, one of us fucking her 
pussy while she sucked the other one off, then changing places, then she 
rides one of us on top while the other assfucks her from behind, then 
we switch places in that position, too. Yeah, try doing all that in five 
minutes. Somehow, we more or less did.

Before dismissing us, we all had to crawl up on a gyn table and be 
examined. I didn't like being in the stirrups, and now see why some women 
think it's demeaning. While in the stirrups, Libby asked me if I'd like 
another quick jack-off job "on the house". I told her she wasn't funny, 
snickering softly to indicate that her comment was cool with me. We all 
were thoroughly examined for any skin abrasions, tears, or lesions 
around our genital areas and in our mouths, and considering all our 
women-students had been assfucked more today than in total for the past rest 
of their lives, particular attention was paid to their anal areas, 
checking very carefully for anything other than solid tan or pink.

As we were heading out the door at past nine-thirty, a nearly fifteen 
hour day, Libby called out one last thing.
"If any of you are thinking about going into Roslyn, don't...it's a 
Sunday night, and the sidewalks are rolled up at six on Sunday night...the 
hotel bar and restaurant have been kept open for you all especially, 
just show your room key to charge what you want, as always, good night, 
see you in the morning" she planed as she left for the evening.

Gwen, Keiko, Margot and I assembled our little pod and trodded down the 
hall to our new shared room. Considering what we had just been through, 
I wondered to myself if the four of us and even more limited privacy 
was such a good idea. Lib had kept her word. Our two beds not only were 
together, but had a foam "T" piece placed between them, to make a 
larger, solid sleeping surface. The fridge was full of drinks and the kitchen 
counter overflowed with snacks. I wanted something filling. Asking them 
if they wanted to join me downstairs, they all indicated "no", they 
were too tired. I knew they wanted something to eat, though, they had to. 
Room service as an option had never been offered to us. I pattered down 
the hall and asked the guy at the elevator security desk if we could 
order room service in. He said "sure". Geez, that would have been nice if 
they had told us that earlier.

I called down to the kitchen and gave them four orders for four 
individual pizzas, and two six-packs of ice-cold Michelob. Forty-five minutes 
later, a waiter from the kitchen brought our stuff, along with some 
fresh, hot breadsticks we didn't order, nice touch. They had put the beer 
in a large ice bucket to keep it cold. I hadn't tipped anyone at the 
hotel since arriving. I gave the kid a ten, he smiled and thanked me. He 
looked back at us as he turned the corner out of our room like he 
wanted a tip instead of some naked pussies, but it'd been not funny if he 
asked one or more three very worn-out tails and mouths for some action.

Gwen rested her head in my lap as I leaned against the headboard, 
Margot doing the same in Keiko's lap, as we scarfed our Italian soul food 
down, all of us, even Gwen, chasing it with a Michelob, some nameless 
movie making whitenoise on the tv on HBO. Some cooled but still sticky 
melted cheese feel onto one of Gwen's nice Canadian mellon-boobies. I 
leaned forward and licked it off of her tit. She leaned up and kissed me, 
telling me that I was wonderful today. I replied that she wasn't so bad 
herself. A round of happy silliness ensued for a few moments, using 
tits all around as food sampling trays. Fun, but after all the unbridled 
sex with each other today, more from a need to relax than a need to get 
horny. Keiko scooted closer to me, Margot reached for Gwen's hand, 
Keiko and I nuzzled some, Margot dozed off to sleep in K's legbasket. 
Before I was sure a call from Carol would be ringing soon to remind me to 
take my damn pill, I eased up and off the bed to get my pillbottle and 
chase it down with my last sip of Michelob. The floor was dead quiet. I 
tiptoed to the open door, and wonderful silence. My three monkeys had 
all dozed off in the meantime by the time I got back to them, not even 
five minute later. Retrieving some blankets from the closet, I covered 
them as best I could, snuggling beside Gwen in our Bed Of Loyalty To Each 
Other. As fatigue gave way to slumber, it felt like the re-wiring of my 
mental walls of Jericho or whatever the hell Doc had said earlier would 
happen began to happen, as nerve tingles fell into beta waves which 
painted a film of Van Gogh recording a new version of "Impressions" on his 
VCR.


<b>
Chapter 6:
</b>
Day 3, Autoerotic, Or, Mechanix Illustrated, Or, How To Woof 
A '40 Ford 




Sweet-smelling, luxurious auburn hair tickled my face as I crawled out 
of my deep dreamstate, leaving Einstein and Roseanne and Idi Amin to 
ponder why even with lots of syrup Waffle House waffles still taste like 
crap pressed between layers of cardboard. A smiling Courtney, not 
getting my eyes open yet with her hair tickle, brushed my lips with one of 
her tits, I playfully quickly opening my mouth and making a faux attempt 
to catch her nipple between my teeth, she punching me gently in the 
ribs with "you're awake, you Eric you, get your buns out of bed, it's 
seven a-m". My arm was caught underneath Gwen and was numb from lack of 
blood flow to it, as she lay halfway over-on-top-of-me. Keiko and Margot 
were leaning back against us, using us as a backstop, as we lay in a 
peaceful pile on our bed. Courtney nudged and spoke to them all, but they 
all mumbled to her to "go away, no more sex!". Court-Of-St.-Sex asked 
me to get my bedmates on up, that class would start promptly at eight, 
that she had other things to do before class. 




Margot continued to lightly snore as the others slumbered in 
half-sleep. I staggered to the bathroom to shave, but looking in the mirror and 
seeing no new beardgrowth, remembered that I wouldn't be having to do 
that chore for another three or four weeks. I brushed my teeth as Keiko 
wandered in to the bathroom to take a dump, sitting on the commode and 
wiping her ass in front of me like we had been married for fifty 
friggin' years. What the hell. I had fucked that same poophole of hers, what, 
five or six times yesterday? She had licked bloody residue on my cock 
from two different other women during the day, too? No point in false 
modesty at this point. Giving me a peck on the cheek and a polite "good 
morning", she opened the shower door and turned on the water, as I took 
my own shit, then joined her. 




The hot water stung my cock a little. When I washed it with soap and a 
washcloth, my cock screamed in protest, like it had been abused by two 
pedophile priests armed with belt sanders. K. and I washed each other's 
backs and fronts. Sore as it was, her nuzzling of me and touch of it 
made it rise. Of all the female-type recepticles on the ninth floor at 
the Roslyn Harbour Hotel, her pussy and ass were both definitely the 
tightest. My cock rose despite itself. Both Nick and I had been 
studmachines yesterday, subconsciously, unconsciously so. I had fucked three or 
four hours straight before in my old life, but never fourteen. I couldn't 
help but wonder if there was something in the MascuStat pills besides 
drug compounds that prevented semen from forming. Naw, couldn't be. If 
there was, it'd be on the market, and the inventor of it would be richer 
than ten Bill Gates. Must have been the day, the setting, the fact that 
for my job's sake nine different and new women had been doing nice 
things to my cock all day. Yeah, that was it. 




K. played with my cock as we rinsed off. The hot water was relaxing us, 
but we needed to wake up, not get sleepier. My index finger touched her 
pussy, and she audibly and visibly flinched, her cunt as sore as my 
cock. That pussystraw of hers was so inviting, but we were both just too 
sore. We hugged and kissed and I told her wonderful how much of a 
wonderful lover she was. Drying each other off, I asked her about something 
that had popped in my head yesterday, and I had been meaning to ask her. 




"Keiko..." 
"Yes...Eric?" 
"There's something, a couple of things, I've been meaning to ask 
you..." 
"What is it?...ask, I don't mind" 
"Doc said that everyone of us, the whole class, had at least some 
medical background....you're what, eighteen?" 
"Uh-hu...I turned eighteen two weeks and three days ago...why?" 
"If you don't mind me asking, how...how could you have any kind of 
background at all, let alone a medical one, at eighteen?" 




She looked irritated-ly at me for a second, then replied "it's real 
simple...my father is a psychiatrist and my mother is a gynecologist, and 
they're both partners in a large family and marital therapy practice in 
San Francisco, they employ six bodyworkers within the practice, five of 
whom have attended this course...I and my older brother have always 
known exactly what kind of therapies they use in their clinic...when I was 
sixteen, I was still a virgin, but being curious, I told my parents I 
wanted to have sex and learn what it was, but I got in my head and asked 
them if I could learn from a MF partner-team of two of their bodywork 
employees...three days and three hours later, my curiosity was 
satisfied...I enjoyed my time with them so much, that I asked Pa-Pa and Mother 
if I could help out with some of their staff's bodywork sessions...they 
talked about it for a month, and finally agreed, but only as a team 
member with another woman or guy, and only on a very limited basis 
part-time, until I finished high school...my school thinks I am at a clinic 
undergoing rehab for substance abuse right now, that's the excuse they 
gave them, ha-ha...I'll graduate this May...my parents sent me her so I 
could be more formally trained, that's why I am here...in June, I'll be 
full-time". 




All I could muster from my poor brain or say was "Damn!" 
"Want an easy and soft blowjob, stud?" she asked, smiling at me. 
"Yeah, but it'll have to be quick" 




Margot and Gwen passed us on the way out, we all exchanging kisses and 
hugs. K. sat on the edge of the bed and with puffed cheeks tried to 
give me the softest blowjob possible, but I was simply too sore to enjoy 
it. Margot and Gwen came out of the bathroom. I blewdried Margot's hair, 
combing it out straight for her, her well-cwoffed locks falling into 
place as she sat facing the dresser and mirror, me kissing the top of her 
head as I tended her, trying to show some genuine heartfelt affection 
for her. I leaned in to nuzzle next to her neck, and she nuzzled back, 
thanking me for being a wonderful friend. The big-red numberblocks on 
the clock radio atop the nightstand read "7:54", but our commute to our 
classes was what, thirty paces away? 




Our Soremorethanmoresome Foursome was the last to arrive at the 
classroom, save Doc and Mrs. Dwak. Hot, freshly cooked bacon, sausage patties, 
and scrambled eggs had been added to our previously only cold breakfast 
bar spread. I notice things like that. A couple or three of small round 
bar tables had been set up with vinyl-seated chromesteel-legged chairs 
as an eating area near the junkpiles to the right of the room, between 
the buffet table and the junk. The lecturn had been moved back, our 
tables back in front of it with our nameplates again, the projection tv 
and overhead projector set up for shows again as well. After yesterday, 
"a boring day of boring Doc lectures would be fine with all of us", I 
thought to myself. Surawan and Nick were sitting at one table. Flo, 
wearing pink panties today as opposed to the white ones that had been 
fetched for her yesterday, sat with Maddy. Gwen and Keiko got another empty 
table. Margot sat with Surry and Nick. I plopped my scrambled eggs and 
bacon and sausage plate down with Flo and Maddy, covering my eggs nearly 
black with grindings from the handgrinder. "You like a little eggs with 
your pepper, doncha, Eric?", Flo commented. 




Small talk filtered across the table, all the tables, small talk of 
relaxation, not tension. Miles of smiles were exchanged, soft laughter 
punctuated the morning air. Just a bunch of old friends who until three 
days ago had never met each other just sitting around naked as the 
proverbial jaybirds in front of each other, eating, talking, enjoying each 
other's platonic company, while waiting for class to start and the 
polykinetic lessons begin once again. The clock read eight-two-two. A naked 
Papa and Mrs. Doc walked in the room, Doc looking like he had taken a 
bath, his skin being two shades lighter I swear and had trimmed his 
beard, his body smelling of soap as he passed by us instead of wet baby 
quail as he had reeked of yesterday, telling us that class would start 
promptly at eight-thirty as he and his missus sauntered up to his desk and 
lecturn at the back of the room. 




His krew assembled around him, putting a tape in the VCR, turning the 
tv on, arranging some overhead transparencies, fiddling with papers. 
Libby walked back to where we all were sitting with a bottle of clear 
liquid and a washcloth in hand, asking, "anyone here who has a sore bottom, 
raise their hand!..." eight hands shooting skywards "...I know you're 
sore, guys, you have to be after yesterday, you haven't built up your 
'callouses' so to speak yet, here, this 'ill help, it's just witch hazel 
solution diluted in water, I promise it'll make your sore tails feel 
immediately better..." 




Lib swabbed us all down one at a time, drenching our cunts and cocks 
and butt-y-holes with the liquid she'd dampened the cloth with, and yes, 
as soon as it hit, I felt immediate relief, it felt cool and very 
soothing. Thanks, Lib, My Teacher. 




"I'll leave this bottle with some more washcloths on the wirerack if 
anyone wants to re-dab some more during class back on the desk, help 
yourself, and I'll make sure there'll be new bottles of it in your 
bathrooms by the end of the day, so you can use them tonight, okay?", we all 
thanking her sincerely and profusely. 




Doc called the class to order, and we took our places. Pushing a button 
on a remote, the VCR kicked in, and a tape, must have copied from a 
film made in the 40's or 50's, began playing. It was a loop of a guy, and 
I swear on a stack Manuals For Therapeutic Bodywork ten feet high that 
I'm not making this up, of some old dude in overalls climbing into a 
pickup truck, it must have been a pre-World-War-2 old pick up, maybe a 
'39 or '40 Ford, you could see the Ford logo on the hood, getting in, the 
shot cutting to his hand turning a key, then cutting to him pushing on 
a thing on the floorboard - it must have been some sort of 
old-fashioned starter thingydoddle, then engaging the gearshift on the column, then 
driving along some country road, looking happy, then parking, then a 
shot to him disengaging the clutch, then turning the key to cut the 
engine off, and getting out of the truck, closing the door. This same scene 
repeated at least two, maybe three dozen times, one after the other. We 
all gave each other sideways glances with mutual "what the hell is Doc 
up to now?!?" quizzical expressions. 




"Now, class..." Doc finally spoke, as Jerry cut the tv and off "...who 
among you, can tell me what this film you just saw might mean?" 
Polite, almost embarrassed silence. Then Nick spoke up. 
"That we've all accidentally wandered into a bizzaro world Drivers' Ed 
class?" he quipped. 




"Good one, Nick, I hadn't heard that one before, a good one, but not 
what I'm looking for...anyone else?" Doc implored us. 
"I really am clueless, Teacher..." Maddy spoke up "...but you use 
analogies a lot, so obviously this an analogy of something you're going to 
teach us?" 
"Correct...now the main lesson, another core lesson about bodywork, 
begins." 




"I need a volunteer for a demonstration, preferably female, sorry guys, 
you're later...anyone?..." Gwen raising her hand "...okay, Gwen, up on 
the exam table behind me, please." 




Gwen layed back on it and stretched her legs into the stirrups. We all 
gathered around to watch, per our now common-ritual. 
"Gwen, have you ever had a full-force G-spot orgasm, or any kind of 
orgasm that you thought was a G-sppwattt one, at anytime before?" 
"I don't...think so, Doctor...I really don't know". 
"Have you ever squirted cyprinic come from your vagina during sex, as 
in a forced squirt of something you knew was something but knew it 
wasn't pee?" 
"No, not to my knowledge, or memory, uh-uh". 
"Good...now, class, watch and learn" Doc continued. 




He dabbed a little more witch hazel on her slightly reddened cuntlips, 
then gently rubbed her clit and massaged her lips some, working his 
hand firmly but smoothly over her pussy. Taking a plastic speculum out 
from the table's drawer on the side, he inserted it in her with the handle 
sideways, sideways as opposed to straight up-and-down like you would 
during a normal exam, opened wide and locked it in place, her cunt gaping 
open from the locked speculum bills turned to their sides. Rubbing her 
clit a little more, he thus spake "now, watch closely, students". 




With his middle and index fingers of his right hand facing upwards, he 
placed them inside Gwen a couple of inches, feeling for her G-spot. 
Finding it, he began working it, and within thirty seconds, she obviously 
came, but didn't squirt. 
"That was with light, general pressure, just enough for Gwen to feel my 
fingers...how did it feel, Gwen?" 
"That felt wonderful, Teacher, simply wonderful" parroting the same 
words that Margot had used yesterday after the same act being worked upon 
her. 




"Now, class, the first few seconds, I'm going to work the tips of my 
fingers around her G-spot tissue, in order to identify the boundaries of 
it, get a feel so to speak of how large it is, exactly where it's 
positioned within the top wall of her vagina, and observing how much she 
does or doesn't flinch or jump, and Gwen, it's important not not to be 
brave, don't hold back any responses to my touch you feel, just react 
normally, then put more firm pressure gradually over its wholeness, working 
my way from its perimeter to the middle...now, the exact center of a 
typical G-spot can be and usually is very sensitive to pressure, so don't 
put narrow, focused pressure directly in the middle of it, spread the 
pressure out more with your fingertips, but don't be afraid the apply 
very firm pressure, you'll need to in order to have your patient fully 
express a cyprinic ejaculation...any questions?...everyone 
understand?...okay..." 




Although it was hard to see exactly what Doc was doing insider her 
cunttunnel, I could see him waggle his fingers a little, then press up, 
then more waggle, then press, then waggle, then press, then really press 
hard up while waggling harder, Gwen clutching the sheets and sucking air 
in hard with an "oh...Oh, OH MY GOD!!!", three full squirts of her 
G-spot come hitting Doc squarely in the face, he licking it off his lips. 
He then repeated it again, and Gwen squirted again, even more than the 
first, her legs trembling a little as her feet rested in the stirrups, 
then he did it again to her, and she just let go and saturated his chest 
with a continual but broken stream of squirts, she crying out for him 
to "please, Doctor, stop, STOP, it just feels TOO GOOD!" 




Doc stopped and returned to his barstool behind the podium. We milled 
around for a moment, all asking Gwen if it had really been that good, 
did she really come that many times that hard, how did she feel now, did 
it hurt - she nodding her head "no" to that one, just shivering a tad 
and mumbling and trying to collect herself. Libby came over and felt her 
off some as we stood around, kissing her, sucking her nipples, rubbing 
her clit, like she was cooling down a horse after a wild ride. Lib told 
us to return to our seats, Gwen widdle-waddling a bit behind us a 
moment later. 




"I'll bet someone, one of you doesn't believe still that female 
ejaculation is real...if you're a biologically-born woman, you have a G-spot, 
and any trained bodyworker, actually anyone who knows it's there, can 
express an ejaculation.....someone disagree with me?...no, class, I mean 
I want someone, especially woman student to disagree with 
me....Flo?....Margot?....come on, there's always one in every class...any lady 
student, who doesn't think I can make her ejaculate, I will bet $100 to a 
blowjob that I can...c'mon....$1,000?...TEN thousand?....Dear, go get 
your purse...", Mrs. Doc naked with us running out to go to their 
apartment at the end of the hall, returning promptly. 




Doc fished her checkbook out, wrote a live check out to "cash" for 
$10,000.00, and walked down the row of our desks, showing it up close to 
each of us, with a "ten thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars, real 
greenbacks right now against a blowjob, that says I can make any woman 
express an ejaculation in under five minutes, even when she's doing her 
best not to come...takers?"
 
"You're on, Teacher" Surawan rose from her desk, picking up the glove. 




Laying in the puddle of Gwen's come still on the exam table, Surry put 
her feet in the stirrups, and Doc assumed his sitting position on the 
stool at the foot of it. Surawan tried to de-focus and zone-out as best 
she could, but you can't fight physiology, and it was no contest. Doc 
made her come with no other foreplay within the first minute, her first 
cyprine stream arching up and wetting the top of his balding head. The 
second sent her squirming and bucking on the table while she wet him 
down like a baby pissing on you when you're changing it's diaper, and by 
the fifth one in five minutes, Surry began babbling incoherently. Doc 
sweetly patted her pussy as he got up, telling her "I'll collect my 
blowjob later, Dear", like he couldn't do what he wanted to her or any of 
us at anytime he wanted. 




"That, ladies and gentleman, was a prime example of female ejaculatory 
response...working knowledge of this will be one of your core skills 
when working with women patients in polykinetic bodywork 
situations....you must master this skill, and master it perfectly, before you leave her 
this week, or you won't be allowed to graduate...fortunately, it's a 
relatively easy skill to learn, especially if you're female yourself, or 
are naturally empathetic to women like our gentlemen are...it's at the 
core of our Therapeutic Bonding Ritual, which allows you to connect 
with a female patient on the most basic of all levels, allows a more 
fuller expression of trust and surrendering of will per our Principle Of 
Possession that you will employ with your patients...now, let me explain 
what you just witnessed has to do with the Bonding Ritual and the film 
you just saw". 




Doc scooted his stool over to the overhead projector, flicked it on, 
and began, a cross-section view of an old '40 Ford pickup truck being 
projected behind him. "This is going to be interesting, even for Doc", I 
pondered. 




"Women are like pick-up trucks; they're good for hauling things, and 
most men that own one develop special a attachment to them..." the class 
politely laughing "...no, seriously, female ejaculatory anatomy and 
response is more similar to that old truck that you might imagine..." 




"...a naked female in front of you is like a parked truck waiting to be 
driven...it's sitting there, cold, but with potential...during the 
bonding ritual, what's the first thing you do?...correct, gently touch and 
massage the face first...good, I see you've been studying your manuals, 
good...massaging the face is the same as grasping the door handle and 
opening the driver's side door of the truck, you're asking permission, 
or more accurately, you're assuming possession of permission to enter 
that personal space up close, the truck's or the woman-patient's...." 
"...when you pull them close to you as they sit on the exam table or 
bed, what is the mirror of that in this analogy?...very good again, 
sitting down in the truck, entering even further a deeply personal 
space..and when you massage a patient's back and breasts?....uh-hu, the truck 
opposite is fiddling with the steering wheel, the gear shift, doing 
things to get ready to take possession of the still-still object and do 
something with it..." 




"...what about turning the key?...that's right, Flo, turning a 
woman-patient's key is when you play with her clitoris and rub her labia...I 
might as well give you students your certificates now and send you on 
back to where you came from, you already know this stuff as good as I 
do...but remember the analogy used in the film, don't think of a modern car 
where it starts when you turn the key all the way in, what did Farmer 
Brown do in the film to start his truck, something most of you have 
never done to start a vehicle before, or perhaps have never even seen?..." 
"Push that starter-clutch-thing on the floor" I answered. 




"Excellent, Eric, you win a free turn to avoid a male-male with Nick in 
class, just kidding..it's properly called a 'starter', and the female 
equivalent in a therapeutic bodywork bonding ritual would be..." he 
continued, while using a felt-tip pen to point to and scribble a check-mark 
next to the starter in the truck cross-section diagram on the overhead 
projector. 
"The G-spot" 
"Right again...once a G-spot come has been expressed, the patient or 
truck is now ready to be driven to where you want to take it...now, what 
about Farmer Brown driving down the road, what does that represent?..." 
silence "...anyone?...yes, Keiko?" 
"Would that be the journey of the patient and yourself during your 
session that day with them, the time spent with them in therapy, where 
you're in control and in charge and taking them where they want to go but 
you're doing so by use of assumed control as in The Principle Of 
Possession, you're driving them down the road to their healing and recovery?" 




"Perfect...perfect answer, Keiko...you win a free pass of not having to 
watch Eric and Nick do a guy-guy during class, just kidding guys...once 
the engine's turned on and you have possession, you take it where you 
want to go, where you know you're supposed to go with it, where your 
employer and referring psychiatrist has told you to drive it, and then you 
park it..." 
"The 'cool-down' mini-ritual after the session with a patient?" Margot 
asked. 
"Why don't you students come up here and I sit there and you teach me, 
you know this stuff better than I do..." we laughing with sincere 
appreciation. 




"...and the parking of the truck, the turning of the key to the 
off-position and Farmer Brown exiting the truck, what do those acts 
represent?" 
"The patient getting re-dressed, a friendly hug as they're getting 
ready to leave, and some verbal reassurances about things, some pleasant 
small-talk, and possibly a discussion of a future appointment with them" 
Surawan finished 
"You folks don't need me...CLASS DISMISSED!...just kidding, take a 
fifteen minute break, bodywork lessons in what we just learned are 
next...Libby, the class is yours, see you bodywork geniuses tomorrow, bye..." 
Doc concluded as he and Mrs. Doc left the room to a smattering of 
sincere applause, I wondering if our NY-native proverbial Jewish (I assumed) 
psychiatrist might have a little North Carolina redneck in him, the way 
he used and seemed so fond of pickup trucks...nnahhhh, probably not. 




We all headed for that one bottle of witch hazel, Hollis leaving to 
bring back shortly an entire case of twelve bottles of Dr. Highwood's 
Witch Hazel solution. There was as much sexual tension in the air that 
moment as there normally would be at a church picnic. Strange. Maybe not so 
strange. Not that we were becoming desensitised to sex, I don't think 
that was happening at all to any one of us, but I do think we were all 
starting to separate in our minds sex from making love, sex from love, 
therapeutic sex from recreational sex, etc. 




Libby had Hollis and Jerry move the beds away to one side and the exam 
tables closer together. The huffed and puffed as they gruntworked the 
beds out of the way. Being a strong, handy male in a female-dominated 
profession such as nursing when I was younger is something I know a 
little something about. For the first time, I felt a little empathy, a 
little sympathy for them. The clock showed a little after ten. Already? 




Courtney called Nick and I over to the buffet table at the back 
(front?) of the room. Doc walked past the door pattering down the hall past us 
but didn't even glance over. She gave us both a couple of white 
capsules, explaining that these were just a prescription version of No-Doze, 
and we needed to take them now, and, handing us a tall tumbler full of 
ice and cola, told us we needed to drink as much cola as possible while 
the lesson went on, that we would need the fluid replenishment later, 
later but sooner than later. Nick and I both gave each other a sick 
look, silently expressing "what the hell are they going to do to us now?" 
to each other. Courtney brought us a fresh 2-litre Pepsi each as we put 
our drinks at our places, milling up to Libby, Ferrum, and then 
Courtney who took her place on one of the exam tables, a " 'gather 'round" 
command being nicely barked by Libby. 




"This drill should be obvious. We're going to teach you how to find 
G-spots, first on us, then on yourselves...again, with the odd ratio, 
you'll have to take turns with the three of us, and this will take some 
time, maybe not. Gwen, Keiko, Nick, Maddy, you're the first group with 
us...the rest of you, you can hang if you'd like, here, in your rooms, 
wherever, but stay on the floor so we can find you...even if we don't come 
find out if you don't want to stay and watch, stick you head back in in 
exactly one hour, okay?" 




Nick and chugged our colas per instructions. What perverted things 
indeed did our betters have in mind for us this morning, I didn't know. Flo 
headed to the restrooms new maxipad in hand, and I walked fast up 
behind her. Taking a piss and changing her pad in front of me, it would have 
been bizarre to me except it seemed so comfortable after all that we 
had been through, we chitchatted some. I edged closed to her while she 
sat on the commode in the stall, she taking my cock in hand, asking "are 
you as sore as I was this morning?" while looking up at me with those 
doll-y eyes.
 
"I was, but the witch hazel helped a lot...I think I'm basically okay 
now..." I bent down to kiss her, she kissed back "...you told me 
yesterday you wanted some time alone with me this week...now seems 
perfect...want some time alone, together, Flo?" 
We walked arms-around-waist back to her room. Yesterday, I had done 
every possible sexual act to her. Today, I just wanted some closeness, 
some snuggles, but yes, some sex too. She fetched a bath towel from the 
bathroom, spreading it on the bed, dropping her panties on the floor. 
Somehow, her covered, Kotex-protected pussy seemed just as sexy or sexier 
than her bare, bleeding one. Mystery conquering knowledge. I didn't 
care. 




I pulled her face to mine, and face-sucked her. Our kisses were 
passionate and genuine. She butterfly kissed my face with her long eyelashes. 
My buddy quickly rose erect. She rolled me on my back and 
eyelash-kissed my nipples. I audibly gulped. She straddled me, riding me. Sweet, 
non-lost innocence. My perfect 12, fucking me, my fashion model classmate 
and friend. She stretched out atop me and sucked on my earlobe. "If you 
were a girl..." she whispered "...I'd marry you in a second". She 
wasn't kidding. I knew she was bi or lesbian more than straight. I didn't 
matter to me. Her expression of her desire and affection for me was 
genuine, as evidenced by her without reservation fuck of me. Our fuck became 
a cradle of friendship. We spoonfucked, my chest to her back as we lay 
next to each other, the slurp-slurp-slop-slop of our menstrual fuck 
sounding like a pleasant babbling brook in the countryside, my hands 
cradling those petite breasts and gently working those spectacular nipples. 
We kissed some more. I knew half an hour or more had already passed. 
Might as well have one come each before heading back. 




"How would you like me to make you come, Flo, my flowing Dear Friend?" 
making a joke she politely snickered at. 
"However you want...after yesterday, you should know what hot buttons 
of mine to push..." 
"I think I do, I think I do indeed". 




We sixty-nined, she licking my cock clean of blood, her gift to me, my 
gift in return to her. I nudged to all fours, placing her hand on her 
pussy, telling her to "masturbate for me, Flo, give me a show, play with 
your cunt for me". She closed her eyes and got lost in herself. I 
didn't see a tube of KY anywhere, and none was in the nightstand drawer. I 
didn't want to break the mood. I fucked her pussy some more, and using 
her fluid as lubrication, entered her ass. My strokes were slow, I 
figured she was even more sore there from yesterday's fun that my cock had 
been, but I pushed in deep. She purred. I knew time was short. I held 
her butt firm in my grasp as we doggie-style, and I came bare-back inside 
her. She rolled me over and licked my cock clean again, fresh from her 
asshole. Damn. Then she kissed me with the same essence on her lips and 
tongue. I didn't taste a thing. 




The clock stood at eleven-twenty when we got back to the classroom. 
Five minutes late. Gwen, Keiko, Nick, and Maddy looked like there were 
close to finishing up with Libby and them. Flo and I walked up to Surawan 
and Margot, who were sitting together at Margot's and mine desk, 
waiting their turn with the staff. "You two have fun?" Margot asked wryly, we 
humming a couple "uuuhhhhummmm"'s "Surry and I did, too". I kissed 
Margot and told her she was special. She kissed me and told me with 
laughter in her voice that I was a pussyhound. I couldn't argue with that. 
Libby barked at Nick and myself to keep drinking colas. Back to reality. 




The instructionals on how to find and manipulate G-spots was pretty 
straightforward. It was simply a matter of getting used to the feel of 
them, so to speak. Libby's was the size of walnut, Ferrum's no bigger than 
pea, Courtney's somewhere in between. They coached us on how much 
pressure and rubbing to apply to achieve a non-expressed and then an 
expressed orgasm. They had to have come buckets each of cyprine come with the 
other students, they sipped their own colas as they coached us 
individually, but their come wells didn't seem to want to run dry. Libby's 
cyprine tasted like seawater, Ferrum's kind of like a watered-down milk, 
Courtney's had a plain but mild hazelnut aftertaste, I asked her why that 
was, she admitted she had no clue. Three cunts, three G-spots, three 
frigging sessions. At least my instructors seemed pleased with my ability 
to grasp, pardon the pun, their G-spots, how quickly and adroitly (I 
found that word in the thesaurus) I was able to express their cyprinic 
comes, despite being on the downward end of the rotation, after they were 
somewhat spent already. Ho-fucking-hum. I guess that's why they call 
therapeutic bodywork "clinical", because it soon becomes clinical, much 
like inserting catheters into or changing bedpans under female hospital 
patients, my clinical detachment coming early to me when I was an LPN. 




I hadn't even thought about it for some reason, but it was 
twelve-thirty, and no bluecards for lunch had been passed out or collected yet. 
"Everyone, go put some clothes on as quickly as you can, and meet back 
here ASAP..." Libby spake "...we're taking everyone to lunch". 




The hotel van drove us to some TGIFriday's-type restaurant just outside 
Roslyn. A waiter saw Libby, and escorted our group to a private dining 
area. "Anything you wan from the lunch menu, order, it's on the 
Institute". 




Gwen and Margot and K. and I had gone out the other night to eat at the 
marina restaurant, but I don't think our four other classmates had seen 
anything other than the walls of the ninth floor since arriving. This 
place was nice. Filled with junky but funky antiques, artwork, having a 
nice view of a shopping mall behind it, but that was okay. The girls 
noticed the mall in the distance of the parking lot even before we sat 
down good. "We can shopping sometime this week, Teach, please???" they 
all begged Libby together, she kissing Flo, who was closest to her, with 
an "I'll see...probably, but let me see". 




If you were to have walked slowly past our table, you couldn't have 
told that we were anything other than a group of friends and co-workers 
eating lunch together, because that's what we were. I saw they had 
'skins, cheese-and-bacon fried potato skins, so I ordered six orders for the 
table (it wasn't my money, and I felt we had all earned some splurges, 
too) and two pitchers of beer for the table, and ordered my self a 
Texas-style beef barbecue sandwich. The sauce was a little plain, but it 
was good. Flo, Surawan, and Keiko all had just salads and diet drinks. 
Margot, Gwen, and Maddy ordered chicken sandwiches. Nick ordered a steak 
burger. We took our time, but knew we had more chores to do back at the 
ranch. Calling it, Libby paid the check with a credit card, and drug 
her brood back to their polykinetic nursery, we all thanking her on the 
way back for a change in scenery and some good food. It was now two on 
the dot. Another long day ahead of us, of course. We stripped in our 
rooms when we got back, and darted back to class. 




"Oookeee, boys and girls, take your seats, please...by now you should 
know what to expect, the rotation next is with each other...now, for a 
twist...men as well as women have G-spots, but they are one heck of a 
lot easier to find and manipulate than women's G-spots are, just like men 
are..." our cuntfriends laughing but not Nick or myself "...anyway, 
it's important, very important for you to know how to feel for, find, and 
express a male's G-spot..." 
"Oh shit, here it comes, I knew it!" I dreaded silently to myself. 
"...women therapists with male patients especially need to be as 
comfortable and skilled manipulating a man's G-spot as a woman's, because 
it's a way of bringing a man quickly to erection if he has an erectile 
dysfunction, or bringing him quickly to climax if he has retarded 
ejaculation problems, or simply making him come quick if time is running short 
at session's end..." 
"...we didn't include Jerry or Hollis in this earlier because of time 
restrictions, that, and the fact that men are such simple creatures, a 
moment or two of practice with Eric and Nick in your student rotation 
and you'll have the art of having a man literally at your beck and call 
mastered nothing flat..." Nick and myself both audibilizing a couple of 
sarcastic "yeah, right"'s. 




"Nick, Eric, front and center!" our drill Libby drilled. 
Putting on a glove from a box on the floor, she lubricated two fingers, 
and worked them up my ass as she and I and Nick stood before the girls, 
finding my prostate, massaging it for five seconds, my friend rising 
from his slumber. 
"All I did was massage his prostate gland, the male G-spot if you will, 
through his anal wall, for five seconds, and see what happened after 
just those five seconds...I will now massage his prostate like how you 
just learned to massage each other's vaginal G-spots, and see what 
happens..." 




She ran her latex'd fingertips around the backfacing perimeter of my 
prostate, then pressed hard over the entire surface, and I shot a line of 
white semen must have four or five feet directly onto Maddy's lovely 
blackskin, my forced come splattering all over her tits. 




"See?...simple creatures, men are such simple creatures, compared with 
us women!" she laughed as the girls chorused her sniggles, I playfully 
sneering and growling at her for her wisecrack, she kissing me on the 
lips and cheek with a "we love you, Eric, we all love you, you and Nick 
both, don't we, ladies?...come on up, Jerry bring a couple of chairs 
over, everyone gets their turn to learn". 




My cuntyclassmates had evil gleams in their eyes when they took their 
turns with Nick and myself, each getting a turn with each, as if doing 
some sort of payback for retribution for something or things I had done 
to them, but hey, I had been in the same boat they had been so far, 
doing what I was told to do. They'd express my prostate with one hand and 
catch my semen with the other, that, or use an open mouth as they 
wished. My legs got a little weak but not much. But I could see why Libby 
wanted us to drink plenty of colas earlier, I was losing literally a cups 
of fluid it felt like. After my sweetmates finished getting their 
lessons and their revenge at my expense over, Libby told me to sit down and 
do Nick, and then Nick do me, that we needed to learn where our 
male-equivalent G-spots were. I already knew where mine was, thank you. 
"Sorry, buddy" I sincerely apologized to Nick as my gloved hand rammed up his 
ass as sore as mine as he stood in front of me and I popped his cork on 
more time, his come just dribbling out now after six previous forced 
ejaculations. 




"Okay, now that everyone's had their revenge..." polite laughter 
flittering "....it's time to do each other, time to see and feel the 
differences in G-spots...first, Ferrum and Courtney and I will inventory each 
of you in the line on the exam tables, and then those students in the 
line to express you will describe exactly what they phsyically observe, 
how far inside the vaginal canal, where on the clock it is meaning at 
twelve or ten or two inside the vaginal barrel, and the approximate size 
of it, using walnut, pea, marble, etc. as rough size 
approximations...there's softdrinks beside the tables, drink plenty of fluid, you'll be 
losing plenty shortly". 




Margot, Flo, and Maddy took their positions on the tables, their spread 
legs wide to lessons learning, as we began our studies, an instructor 
beside each table, watching us as we went down the line and found and 
felt and expressed ejaculations from each G-spot of our fellow 
classmates. Then Keiko, Surawan , and Gwen took their places. Keiko, surprising 
to me because she definitely had the smallest "vaginal barrel" of any of 
the ladies, had the biggest G-spot, larger than a black walnut, and she 
didn't just express a stream of come, it flooded from her cunt like an 
outside spigot turned on. Damn, that girl was something. "My" Margot, 
again surprising to me for some reason, had the smallest, no bigger than 
a pencil eraser, and it took me and everyone else, even Libby when she 
did her initial inventory of her, a while to find it at first, and it 
was at the one o'clock, almost two o'clock, position within her vagina, 
something Libby commented on as being unusual, but repeatedly tried to 
reassure Margot that it didn't matter, that she was fine physically, 
that just like breasts, all are different, which didn't seem to reassure 
Margot much at all. 




But the absolute blue ribbon, had their been one to award, would have 
had to go to Maddy, who didn't just flood, she Noah'd. After the Libby 
got herself drenched to the wrist with her cyprine fluid while she 
inventoried Maddy and while Flo who was "doing" her got a look her face like 
she was going to be almost sick to her stomach after Maddy drenched her 
hand and arm so thoroughly, and my sweety-buddy Flo is very 
woman-oriented remember, Ferrum fetched and folded three hotel towels and place 
them under Maddy's butt as she lay on the table in the stirrups, but by 
the time the last person, me, got to her, she had completely saturated 
them to where they were literally dripping cyprine come on the floor, 
and with me, after eight previous plus G-spot comes, she didn't just open 
up a water spigot but cranked open a fire hydrant instead, a look of 
total peace and serenity becalming her face the entire time. 




Libby kissed and hugged us all as she said "that's it for today, 
class!..." the clock on the wall showing just six-thirty p.m., a short day 
for us "...at lunch, some one or ones mentioned going shopping...who has 
enough energy left from today to go to the mall tonight, they're open 
until ten, we can eat at the food court first, and hit the stores..." 
six hands and six pairs of cuntstilts jumping up and down with a "me!, 
me! me!" going along with the gag, Nick and I rolling our eyes in mock 
disgust. 
"By the way...Dr. and Mrs. Chaim have authorized each of you who wants 
to come along, to spend a hundred each of the Institute's money, you've 
done so well so far that he and Mrs. Chaim feel you've earned it...I 
know you all have your own money, but a hundred is a nice round number 
for some decent shoes...any takers?" 




I whispered to Nick, asking if he wanted to go grab a steak and beer 
with me. He somewhat embarrassedly told me his employer had only given 
fifty dollars spending money for the week, had told him he wouldn't need 
any more than that. I told him mine had given me five hundred, I had 
two hundred and some left, and could get more tomorrow with a phone call, 
no problem, that tonight was on me. If the girls could have their hen 
party, then by God me and Nick could have our own rooster party. 




I got the front desk to call us a cab. I handed the driver a twenty, 
and told him just to drive, to give us a tour of Roslyn. There wasn't 
much to see at night, but it was a nice little town, what we could see of 
it. Clean. Expensive, expensive houses. A Rolls Corniche, then a red 
Ferrari, then a Mercedes stretch limo passed us on one of the handful of 
four-lane roads, some boulevard. A long street edged near the Long 
Island Sound for a long ways. Nice. 




On some back side street near the marina, a neon sign in front of 
cinderblock building with peeling paint beaconed with "Mom's". Below that 
was a non-lit, crudely hand-lettered sign that warned "enter at your own 
risk". I was hooked, I took the bait. I asked Nick if we could try it, 
and said sure, whatever, since I was buying. A guy in a pressed tuxedo 
greeted us inside the door, inside this place that looked like a 
biker's bar from the outside. 




"Reservations?" the sissy maitre'd inquired. 
"Uh-uh" I replied. 
"Just two in your party?" 
"Yeah, two." I scowled back, still maybe pissed about my and Nick's 
perhaps unintentional humiliation in front of our classmates. I admit it, 
I felt in a mean mood. 
"Cuisine?...Italian, steaks, or seafood?" 
I looked at Nick, and he shrugged his shoulder to say he didn't care, 
so I said "seafood". 
"That will be one hundred dollars each, cash, traveler's checks, or 
credit card...you pay now, and it's carte blanche, we literally give you 
as much as you want, for as long as you want, all night long if you 
want." 




I told that fool that I was in no mood for games, that if he ripped us 
off, I'd beat him until he was a greasy spot and then call the cops. 
"Gentlemen, please...if you're not 100% satisfied with your meals, if 
you don't think it's the best meal you've ever had, we will cheerfully 
refund your money at the end of your evening....wine, beer, or 
softdrinks?" 




They gave us menus, but we didn't need them. Before we could sit down 
good, they brought two pitchers of Mick on draught and two iced mugs and 
just started shoveling the plates of food at us from the kitchen. 
Alaskan king crab, lobster tails, shrimp, clams, oysters, two thick grilled 
sword fish steaks apiece, flounder, sea bass strips, a sample of sushi 
balls that neither Nick or I wanted, breadsticks, calamaro, crab cakes, 
hot rolls from the oven, mahi-mahi steaks, more chilled mugs for more 
fresh draft beer, dolphin (the fish, not the mammal), haddock, lutefish, 
on and on, the plates being piled so high on our table that some rested 
over the edge of it. Never heard of let alone seen anything like it. 
Dove into everything like it was a food orgy instead of a sex one. I'd 
have to bring Margot and maybe K. and Gwen here, if it was a hundred 
each. And everything cooked perfect. Damn perfect. After an hour and a half 
of sheer unabridged gourmand gorging, I couldn't eat another bite, but 
then they brought us a dessert tray with six homemade desserts to pick 
from, again, part of the up-front tab. Neither one of us could eat 
another bite. 




In the spare seconds between bites, Nick and I tried to talk some. He 
told me he was going to work for Doc after completing the course, and at 
his "audition", much like the one I had, he had to fuck and suck and 
all Mrs. Doc. He laughed, and I laughed, at the thought of that scene. I 
told him more about the practice that Margot and I were going to be a 
part of. "Margot's a nice lady, Eric" Nick commented, "yes, she is" I 
cemented. For some reason I expressed apology at all the stuff Libby and 
them made me do to him, telling him I wasn't a homophobe but didn't 
care about having sex with men. He swatted his hand in a silent 
"passhawww!" motion, telling me not to sweat it, that it was part of the training 
because at least sometimes it'd be part of our jobs, no sweat as far as 
he was concerned. 




Between the ten pounds of perfectly cooked seafood in my stomach and 
two pitchers of beer cushioning it, I couldn't hardly stand up to leave. 
Finding the gentleman maitre'd still at his post, I told him that was 
the grandest meal I had ever had, couldn't have conceived of such a 
total perfect meal package before tonight, and ended by saying it was worth 
every penny and more, stuffing two twenties in his hand for his and the 
waitstaff's tip, making sure I got a receipt for all. He called us 
another cab, and we drove straight back to the hotel, Nick dozing off while 
the cab chugged along Roslyn's pleasant lanes, he laying his head on my 
shoulder as he caught forty winks. I didn't mind. 




Waving at the security guard as I got off the elevator at the ninth 
floor to head back to my room, Margot was already in bed under the covers, 
watching a pay-per-view movie. She said Gwen and Keiko were down the 
hall in another room, they had wanted some privacy, she didn't mind. I 
asked if she had bought anything on her shopping trip, and she said 
"yes". 




She leaned over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open, fetching 
a small, gift-wrapped box from it, handing it to me. I looked at her 
with bedroom eyes. "Thanks, Margot, my dearest friend" I cooed. Opening 
it, I found a long stainless-steel beaded chain with an engraved 
stainless steel dogtag strung on it. On one side, there was an engraved heart, 
with the names "Eric" and "Margot" engraved over it. On the the 
reverse, was the phrase in large scripted letters "Pals Forever". I could have 
cried. I feel to the bed kissing her, telling her how perfect a gift it 
was. "I bought an identical one for me, too, Eric, Dear, My Pal..." she 
cooed back as she fished it from under her pillow, showing me. She 
draped mine over my head, and I hers. We just lay together for half an hour 
or more, just holding each other, lightly kissing, smooching, being 
close. 




"Wanna have some sex, my pal?" I asked her with polite intent. 
"Not really, not tonight...you don't mind, do you?" 
"Of course I don't mind, Margot my love, my pal...wanna just fall 
asleep in each other's arms?" 
"Yeah, that would nice". 
"Let me go to the bathroom and let some of this beer I drank tonight 
out and take my damn pill and I'll be right back". 




We snuggled naked together, she facing me, holding each other, like two 
puppy dogs of the same litter sleeping next to each other. I reached to 
the nightstand to cut off the light. The room became visually quiet. 
The room was audibly quiet, save for my Pal Margot's peaceful snoring, 
which sounded like an angel speaking of love to me. For one perfect 
moment, the world was at peace. I was at peace. 




<b>
Chapter 7:
</b>
Day 4, Swimming The Amazon, A.M. 




The phone woke me up from a deep slumbering dream again. Another weird 
dream again last night. Why on earth would I want to apologize to Alice 
Cooper for thinking he's gay all these years, just on the basis of his 
name? I reached for the phone and found my Margot in the way. Must have 
some switched places during the night. Leaning up, the clock's redlit 
numbers said "6:31". Couldn't be a damn wake-up call, not this early, 
and a staff member had been waking us up lately, anyway. A felt a hand 
and arm lazily touch my back. Keiki was laying next me on my backside, 
Gwen beside her. They obviously had come back to our room to be with us 
after their time alone together last night, but I was obviously too 
relaxed from that incredible meal and all the beer to have woken up to 
notice. Margot finally awoke enough for semi-consciousness, thrashing her 
arm around to find the phone. 




 From the sound of it, it must have been Kim. Damn her calling this 
early. But she, or was it Carol or Jean, said they were going to call 
during the week and check up on us, see how we were doing. From Margot's 
side of the conversation what I could hear of it, it sounded like Kim was 
asking her about the school, the training, if she had any problems or 
reservations about any of the exercises, etc., Marggie assuring her many 
times "no, everything's fine, I love my classmates, the instructors are 
nice, Dr. Chaim's a card and a half, yes, I'm learning a lot, most of 
the exercises are fun though my butthole is a little 
sore...et-cet-era...oh, you want to talk to Eric?...he's here, just a second" as she got 
up to go the bathroom, handing me the phone, me rolling closer to the 
nightstand. 




"Everything going well, Eric?..." Kim began. 
"Yes, very well, I'll amen pretty much what Margot said about the 
school and our classmates and funny old Doc and all..." 
"...I understand you've had some problems with your male-male exercises 
with Nick, isn't that correct, that, and some exercises where you had 
to let the class use your anus for demonstration purposes?..." she 
scolded with harmless intent. 
"I wouldn't say problems...you're right, I didn't like my anus manually 
probed and my prostate massage by everyone, but I knew it was part of 
the training, and I tried to be a trooper and go along with the 
program...as far as Nick and me, we've become buds, and last night when he and 
I had dinner together, we came to an understanding, the same conclusion 
that we're just going to stop sweating it and maybe even try to relax 
and enjoy it when he and I have to do stuff to each other, we have done 
everything asked of us so far, we haven't flinched or protested..." 
"I know you haven't, Eric, and I didn't mean to fuss at you, I'm just 
expressing concern, that's all...getting tired of having sex with all 
those beautiful women yet, hehehhehe?...she joked only half-seriously. 
"Actually...actually...let's just say that my definitions about what is 
sex and what's it for and sex and love and romance and clinical sex are 
being defined and re-defined even now...but, no, the sex part of it has 
been great, if tiring...Kim, you know the first day of bodywork 
training, my hard-on stayed up for more or less fourteen hours straight 
without a break hardly?..." Kim laughing a supportive laugh "...shocked the 
shit out of me, Boss..." 




"...Eric?..." 
"...yes, Boss...yes, Kim?..." 
"...anything I can to help you on your end?..." 
"....uh...uhhhhh....yes, there is, if you can...don't ask me how, but I 
forgot that my rent is due this Friday...could you advanced me some 
money, it's $600, and have Mariva take the money by the office at my 
apartment complex for me?...I'd appreciate it a ton, if you can, if you 
will..." 
"...sure, and I'll make sure she gets a receipt for you...anything 
else?..." 
"Well, yes, there is...that $500 cash advance for expenses is pretty 
much gone..." 
"...taking Margot and classmates out to eat some?" 
"...uh, uh, yeah, I hope you donn't mind..." 
"....no, I don't mind, that's what we gave it to you for, spend it, 
enjoy it, just don't go crazy with it, and save your receipts..." 
"...I have been..." 
"...I'll call and tell Dr. Chaim to let you have as much as a thousand 
cash, that should be enough for the rest of the week, he'll make the 
arrangements, ask him about it later, no problem...well, have a good rest 
of the week, myself or one of us might call you and Margot later in the 
week...later..." the phone going dead. 




I was taking my shit when Margot came out of the shower. She kissed me, 
and I reached for her boobs. We smiled at each other while we kissed. 
Then, her lips curled and her face scrunched up, with a "Eric, flush 
that thing!...and if you want a blowjob or something else later, wash that 
thing above that thing, too!", I playfully slapping her ass as she 
turned to head back to the bedroom. 




It was just a little past seven. We snuggled back on the bed together 
and watched some local news on the tv. As I sat resting against the 
headboard, she sat with her back to my chest. My hands lightly groped her 
nice globes. Like this, our differences in height, she at 4'11" and me 
at 6'3", were inconsequential. Gwen and Keiho lay next to us, totally 
out of it, the drone of the tv not rousing them. Courtney came in to wake 
us, and saw that we were already up. She noticed K. and Gwen zoned out. 
Whispering something to Margot, they rolled over them, pried their legs 
open, and woke them up to the sweet sound and feel of having their 
cunts sucked. Gwen commented that that was the nicest wake-up call she's 
every had. The old part of me wanted an orgy to start right then, to have 
myself a good ol' rocking time with me and four beautiful women, 
especially if Courtney would join in. The newly emerging part of me 
remembered that we all had already done every conceivable sexual thing to each 
other, so what would be the point? The middle of me wanted some intimacy 
more than sex, but sex with some intimacy. 




"Courtney...I was going to suggest that we all have some intimate 
fun...maybe a daisy chain?...girls?...would you like to join us, as our 
friend, not our instructor?...ladies?" 




Gwen and Keiko quickly did their bathroom things and joined us back on 
the bed. My mouth was firmly on Courtney's cunt. Just like Keiko's 3mm 
pussy drew me to her for that reason and more, Courtney's large and 
somewhat flappy but shapely and pretty cuntlips drew me to her for that 
reason, too. When I was in the active role with her during an 
instructional rotation the other day, I just sucked and licked those wonderful 
lips, coming from eating her, but didn't have a whole lot of time to 
continue. Now, Courtney's Breakfast Cunt was on my plate, and I was eating 
the hell out of it. Keiko was giving me a true puffy-cheek blow-job, 
while Margot was eating her and Gwen was oralling Margot, the circle being 
complete by Courtney lipsmacking Margot's cunt as I continued my 
impassioned cuntslurp of Courtney. Fingers worked G-spots softly, no one 
wanted to break the gentle and pleasant easy mood of the circle, but within 
the slow crawl of the pace of the circle, enough cyprine leaked to 
where the bed began to reek of four very distinctive feminine smells and it 
felt like we all were resting atop a damp towel at the beach. Oh, well, 
it was a hotel, and that's what maids are for. Courtney, having the 
best view of the clock on the nightstand, mentioned it was already a 
quarter 'till, that she had enjoyed it, but class started soon. We all 
picked up our pace, I gave Court-ly a harder G-spot massage and she gloshed 
my face within seconds, the other ladies doing the same to their 
respective partners, legs trembling, breaths being sucked deep, "aahhhhssss" 
and "ooohhhsss" being chorused while ejaculations were "expressed" as 
Doc would say. Keiko swallowed my load like it was her morning vitamins, 
sweet girl she is. Courtney kissed us all, said she'd see us in a bit, 
arising from the bed, heading out first. If this impromptu, brief and 
sweet interlude was a busman's holiday for all of us, then yes, I wanted 
to finish my bus driver's course. 




Doc and Mrs. C. were already in the room when we four pusskeeters 
completed our fifteen-second, thirty-pace or so commute, the traffic in the 
hallway being clear, not any other naked soulcontainers 
bumper-to-bumper. After seeing their wrinkled, saggy flesh all week, Doc's and Mz. Doc 
being naked in front of me didn't phase me now, it was like they were 
wearing flesh business suits. Hollis and Jerry, the grunts of Doc's 
instructional corp, were rolling cardboard cases of stuff into a bathroom. 
Strange, but little made me wonder too long any longer. Nick and Surry 
came in shortly behind us, Maddy and Flo a moment later. Flo was 
wearing red panties this morning with lace trim, something like a Victoria's 
Secret-type. Being served and self-serving ourselves from the usual 
breakfast bar, each morning I still couldn't help but admire the servers 
behind the tablespread for being totally unphased by all the routine 
nudity and oftentimes extreme sex they were witness to, Nick and I dragged 
the cafe table around to be close to each other, making more of a 
larger roundtable than a cluster of smaller ones, though not quite because 
of circles against circles of course. Doc rapped his knuckles on the 
podium at the back of the room, calling us to order, telling us it was 
going to be a long, long day, and we had five minutes to finish eating. 
The female half of our teacher corp sprinted in about then, Libby 
noticing the new friendship dogtags that Margot and I were wearing, harmlessly 
fussing at us for doing so but taking them from around our necks, with 
a "you know the rules, no loose or sharp-edged jewelry, nonono", I 
protesting, having never heard about such a rule. 




Sitting down at our usual spots, we all noticed bluepaper dinner cards 
and dinner menus from the hotel's restaurant as well as our usual 
lunch-request cards. Doc cleared his throat and began his spiel. 




"Good morning, class...we have an absolutely full day ahead of us, so 
first things first, please go ahead and fill out both meal-request 
cards...if it looks like our day will go past seven or eight-ish, we'll call 
down at five and have dinner brought up..." 
Unanimous collective groan from the group. 
"...today and tomorrow, day four and five of this nine-day course, are 
typically our 'hump' day, or our 'crisis day', if you will...no, we are 
not going to bring in donkeys or dogs to train you with..." nervous 
group laughter of only slight disbelief "...but...but...today and tomorrow 
are the last full days of your sexual cultural r-e-conditioning...since 
no one thankfully left us on that first day, today and tomorrow, I 
assure you, will shake any weak links this class's chain...but..." 
"...but, and this is important...always keep in mind your freewill, you 
can leave at anytime, and no harm done...and if one of your classmates 
draws a line, do not think that is a sign of weakness, because knowing 
one's self and one's boundaries is always a sign of strength..." 




Doc took a deep breath, stared at Flo's tits for a moment, she sitting 
directly in front of him, and was silent. We sat, would have sat all 
day since that was our job, silently, patiently, waiting for him to 
direct our next lesson. He cocked his head to one side, clasping his hands 
as if in prayer for a moment, and still stood quiet behind the podium. 
Walking over to Mrs. Doc who was sitting in her usual set beside his and 
behind the dais, whispered somethings back and forth for a couple of 
minutes, then returned to the lectern. I had never seen Doc at a loss for 
words, or for organization. I had never seen him be the first bit 
indecisive, but he was now. I wondered if he had this course lesson-planned 
out each day, or if he just wung it. 




"Yesterday, there were apparently a couple of small gaffes in your 
instructional flow, which we need to address, you didn't know about them, 
and they weren't anyone's fault they were accidentally left out, but 
mine..." 
"First, about the Bonding Ritual with males as opposed to 
females...that wasn't covered yesterday, and it should have been..." 
Libby flicked on the overhead projector, and a transparency of the page 
on "Polykinetic Bonding Ritual With Male Patients" shown on the screen 
behind. 
"Raise your hands if you've read and remember this page from your 
manual..." all our hands climbing skywards "...good...Keiko, can you tell 
the class why the male patient bonding ritual is different from the 
female one?..." 
"Because men are different from women?" 
"Yes, that's it in a nutshell, but as the book explains, let me 
elaborate..." 




"Unless a woman patient has the severist form of vaginismus, and that's 
one thing we'll be exploring today or tomorrow, she can be ejaculated 
to expression, in order for the bodyworker to assume principled 
possession of her...this enhances, not detracts, from whatever treatment is 
prescribed by the referring psychiatrist..." 
"...but with men, what happens?...and consider the patient 
population...and consider the typical, average male patient...even a bodywork 
situation, the average male can achieve one orgasm at most, maybe two after 
a recovery phase of many minutes that you typically don't have in a 
therapy situation, not being able to have hundreds like women can with no 
ill effects to herself..." 
"...so...soooo, you have to be very judicious with your use of that 
male patient's one shot at orgasm, you must place that orgasm, if the 
prescription calls for him having one during therapy, precisely within the 
timeline that his polykinetic therapy demands...that is why after 
beginning like usual, the facial massage, the chest touching and massage, 
etc., that is why, after he's on the table and you inspect his genitalia 
for abrasions, lesions, and other trouble signs, that you don't express 
him then, referring to the prescriptive treatment that his doctor, your 
employer has written for him...any questions?...I didn't think there 
would be, I'm just covering what should have been..." he said with slight 
irritation in his voice. 




"...now, concerning use of the Bonding Ritual with pre-pubescent girls, 
who can tell me why we don't express them after the initial 
security-blanket touching?...right, Maddy, because their physical genitalia, their 
vaginal cavities especially and their G-spot gland also, doesn't begin 
to fully developed until after menarche...but it's important for her to 
bond with the bodyworker, which is why if she's pre-menarche that we 
manually stimulate her as best we can and normally, unless prescribed 
otherwise, use oral on her, too...yes, Flo, what is it?..." 
"Dr. Chaim, where is that dividing line between when a young girl isn't 
ready to be ejaculated and when she is?" 
"Good question, Flo, excellent question...the rule of thumb is, and 
this is very loose and open, after she's had six periods, six months after 
her first period, that's when, as far as our research shows, that her 
G-spot gland begins to mature...there is no hard and fast rule, and some 
young girls pre-menarche do have fully developed G-spots and can be 
expressed at very early ages, but that's the exception, not the 
rule...after you've been a bodywork therapist for a while, you'll develop a feel 
for when a girl is or isn't ready for expression, when she can or 
can't..." 




"...and while we are talking about working with our younger patients, 
can some one tell me why, if we don't express post-pubescent males in 
the Bonding Ritual, that we do establish bonding contact, again unless 
specifically prescribed to avoid doing so, with pre-adolescent male with 
the same adjusted ritual used with young women patients, that being 
manual then oral?... 
"Because young boys typically have a quicker refractory time of 
recovery if they do accidentally orgasm by the bonding's touching or oral, and 
if they do, their total orgasmic capacity, being somewhat infantile and 
juvenile, is also a lot greater?...oh, and, their prostate is not fully 
as functional, either?" Gwen answered. 
"Very good, Gwen...this is one of my best classes ever...I mean that, 
students....you all are motivated and dedicated, and very serious about 
your new career choice...don't forget that..." 




Doc called Flo up to the front, Jerry moving the podium out of the way, 
Doc motioning for us to stand up and gather around the one of the four 
exam tables. 




"Another item accidentally left off the curriculum yesterday was 
expressing a patient's ejaculation while she is wearing a tampon...I commend 
you all for getting over whatever minor or major menstrual aversement 
you had before this course, Libby reported to me that not a single one 
of you students even hesitated for a second when working with 
Florence...anyway...yes, Nick?..." 
"Excuse me, Teacher, but why would you want to express a patient who's 
wearing a tampon?...why not just take it out and do so?" 
"...another good question, thank you, Nicolas...Nick, you and other may 
have not read that deeply into The Manual yet...as with what we will be 
doing shortly, when women patients come to you, they come with a wide 
variety of societal, cultural, and familial influences...even though 
they are there for therapeutic polykinetic bodywork, in close physical and 
sexual contact with you, the therapist, many of them will be bringing a 
lot of cultural taboos as well, regarding menstrual sex, anal sex, oral 
sex, etc.,...if expressing a patient while wearing a tampon is needed, 
if it's needed because she's seeing you to overcome a menstrual 
aversion of her own let's say, then that will be in the are-exxx, if it's not 
there, then simply remove it, and express her as you normally 
would...this leads in to what wasn't covered yesterday, that you all should have 
expressed Flo while she was wearing a tampon, just to experience it and 
learn from it, so let's do it now...yes, Nick?.." 
"Pardon me again, Teacher, but is there enough room inside Flo or any 
other vagina to do that?" Nick asked honestly but somewhat dorkily, some 
of our ladyclassmates flitteringly laughing at his question under their 
collective breaths. 




"No, don't snicker, that's an honest question, Nick's not a woman, I 
don't think, are you Nick?, no, I didn't think so...Nick, every woman's 
vagina is designed to stretch to ten centimeters in order to give 
birth...ten centimeters, that's about as thick as your wrist, Nick...yes, 
don't feel shamed by the laughter of your classmates...a vagina can 
accommodate a baby passing through, so yes, it can accommodate a tampon and 
two fingers". 




Courtney brought a couple of boxes of Super Playtex and a couple more 
boxes of applicator-less Super OB's. 
"Flo..." Doc turning to her "...please insert one of the applicator 
tampons, and climb on to the table". 
Flo dropped her panties and threw to the back wall, walked over to the 
exam chair, propped up one leg, and pushed one in, the applicator 
tossed in the trash, she climbing up to a now-familiar stance in the 
stirrups. 




"Okay, don't express her at all but very easy, don't if you don't have 
to, just do a feel for her G-spot like yesterday, feel how to work over 
and around her tampon, we lining up for one of our usual rotations. It 
didn't understand what the deal was. It was in there, but wasn't in the 
way, not much. 




"In your clinical setting, when a patient comes in wearing a sanitary 
napkin, she always leaves with a clean one on, which you, not she, puts 
in her panties, as a sign of your professionalism. When she comes in 
with a tampon, if you need unrestricted access to her vagina for her 
clinical bodywork treatment and it needs to be remove, then she also leaves 
obviously with a new one, which you also insert. Ladies, don't assume 
because you've used them yourselves you know to use them with other 
women. Time for another lesson." 




Doc pulled her tampon out, tossed it in a can at his feet, and opened 
the applicator-less pack of OB's. 
"If she's on the table when you need to insert one, don't bother with 
the applicator one, use an applicator-less one or remove one from it's 
applicator barrel...everyone do a rotation, removing the one there, 
inserting a new in her..." we all complying "...now, Nick, Eric, did you 
see how it didn't go straight up, how Flo's and every woman's vagina is 
angled to the small of her back?...that's where you have to 'aim' it so 
to speak...in a clinical setting, after a session of bodywork activity 
where you've had vaginal sex while your patient is on her period, 
she'll normally retire to the bathroom in your office to clean up before 
finishing dressing, and of course your bathroom will have an assortment of 
feminine hygiene products for her to use...however... 
"...since The Manual's protocols call for a woman patient not to return 
to the exam table and be put back in the stirrups after the session is 
through for any reason except to check for possible genital or anal 
injury, you need to be comfortable inserting an applicator one when she's 
in a standing or a sitting position...Nick, Eric, you'll do Libby and 
Ferrum...the rest of you, practice on each other..." as Libby and Ferrum 
opened new boxes. 




Ho-fucking-hum. Libby and Ferrum said I got it right the very first try 
in both positions. I reminded them that I had been an LPN, and had done 
similar things before. Poor ol' buddy Nick, though, bent or broke all 
in a box and piece before finally getting the hang of it, Libby 
noticeably yelling "oowwwwww!!!" when he tried on one his first tries, must 
have pushed it in her clit very hard accidentally. 




Things got quiet as we all finished up, everyone just milled around 
Doc, waiting for what ever was next. 
"I need a volunteer to show Nick mainly but rest of the class, too, 
something..." Doc mentioned. 
"I'll volunteer!" Gwen enthusiastically offered. 
"Thank you, Gwen, but you've volunteered a lot...who hasn't volunteered 
for something?...come to think of it, I think almost everyone has, 
except..." 
"Okkkaayyyy, Teacher, I'll 'volunteer'" Keiko murmured. 
"...up on the table, then...Gwen, I know you two are an 'item', so 
you're at the head, I want you to kiss Keiko with all the passion you can 
muster...Flo, I want you to suck her left breast, Surawan, you suck her 
right one...and no one stop at all until told to do so...Libby, you 
know what to do next..." 




As the girls up top worked to get Keiko relaxed, Libby, Libby The Pro, 
gave her the very best head she could, I could tell, expressed a couple 
of ejaculations from her, then went back to giving her more head, 
concentrating on her clit. Lubricating her entire right hand, she started 
working one, then two, then three fingers inside K. as she lay on the 
exam table. Ferrum urged the rest of us to gather as close as possible 
around Libby. Then Libby slipped the rest of her hand inside Keiko The 
Oriental Doll, her thumb disappearing, then part of her wrist, and then 
her wrist bone spelunked into the darkness as she worked her entire hand 
and wrist past her wristbone past her vaginal opening. Gwen and K. were 
kissing the most passionate lesbian kiss I had ever seen in my life, 
not that I had seen many before this past week. Ferrum took Nick's hand 
and put it on Libby's wrist as she slid it in and out Keiko. I knew of 
course intellectually this was possible, but I had never seen a fisting 
in real life before, and I was captivated. It captivated me even more 
than this was Keiko Of The Broomstraw Vaginal Barrel Diameter Pussy. 
Libby started backing her wrist and hand out, letting Keiko's pussy reflex 
slowly back to its original tightness, tell the team working on her 
tits and mouth to "ease off some, let's let her cool off slowly, a bit at 
a time". Five minutes later, Keiko was wearing a cheshire-cat grin, and 
Doc was calling us back to attention, telling us to head to the 
communal bathroom on the left, what would normally be the men's bathroom in a 
"regular" use of the classroom. 




The cardboard boxes were stacked 4-5 feet high against the far wall of 
the bathroom. Summer's Eve vinegar and water douches, and Fleet enemas. 
Oh she-it, literally. 




"Class, just like it's important to recognize and respect the cultural 
conditioning of your patients regarding menstrual hygiene practices, 
it's equally so for douching and enema practices...as you all know, 
douching in virtually all cases is not only undeeded most times, but 
actually can be detrimental to vaginal health...but, to properly put your 
patient in a more comfortable state, you need to recognize their 
sensibilities and douche either them or yourselves if their preferences call for 
it, just as you might need to give yourself an enema if a client is 
squeamish about penetrating your un-enema'd anal cavity...standard 
rotation class, each instructor will enema and douche you to demonstrate how 
it's properly done, then you'll douche and enema each instructor, then 
everyone gives themselves an enema and a douche, yes except you two 
non-women, in front of the staff, then rotate to your classmates, giving 
and receiving both from all...there's several containers of carbolated 
Vaseline on the vanity to make the enemas easier...you may now begin". 




I admit it, I never have liked anything up my ass. I know I had a 
pained expression on my face, but I couldn't help it. It just seems like 
most women take nozzles up all their orifices easier and with less dread 
than most men. Must be our cultural conditioning as men. I didn't care. 
I gritted my teeth, and took it, them, all. At least Jerry and Hollis 
had disappeared somewhere, I didn't have to do or be done by them. The 
free-standing open-top trashcan next to vanity filled to overflowing 
with empty squeeze bottles by the time it was over, a stack of empty 
cardboard boxes beside it. 




I told Libby that I was a little weak-kneed from it all, and asked if I 
could take a short break before continuing, she replying "sure". 
"Class...take a ten minute break" she overheaded to all in the 
bathroom. 




Heading to the buffet table for another glass of Coke and a bagel with 
creamcheese, I had grown to like New York bagels the past couple of 
days, I noticed the desks had been moved once more, the mats were back on 
the floor, and what looked like large cloth shopping bags and 
duffel-type gymbags were around the edge of the mats. 




Calling us over, Doc began a new lecture. 
"Class, you've earned your wings...more accurately, you've earned your 
equipment bags...just like an emm-dee takes his or her little black bag 
everywhere with them, you'll take your equipment bag with you 
everywhere also...feel proud, class...you've made it this far, you've made it, 
you've earned the right to these bags, feel proud...each of your bags is 
personalized with your name embroidered on it, please find it...Libby, 
the class is yours". 




All the bags were of luggage-quality, not cheap material or 
construction, something like you'd order from 'Bean or 'Bauer. "Eric" was stitched 
on my gymduffle in fancy but not too-feminine script letters. I opened 
it to find a large, loose collection of sex toys, condoms, tampons and 
napkins, lubricants, an extension cord, a flashlight, some lengths of 
rope, one of those mirror head-band things like you see doctors wear in 
their offices, one enema, two douches, baggies of some other stuff, and 
daybook appointment book. 
"Welcome, the February Class Of 1997..." Libby proudly announced "...to 
the profession of professional polykinetic bodywork....like Dr. Chaim 
said, you've earned your stripes...now, let us examine each and every 
item in your bags...Eric, can I borrow yours to demo?" 




She dumped the contents of my bag in the middle of the matpile, asking 
for a volunteer, trusty Gwen speaking first. Arranging everything so we 
all could see exactly what was in my bag, she began her practiced 
litany. 
"Every one of your bags has the exact same contents...yes, Maddy?" 
"Libby, why did we women get these open-top shopping bags and the guys 
get gymbags?...I'd rather have a gymbag" she complained. 
"I honestly don't know, Maddy, Dr. Chaim orders these himself, and it's 
what he's always done...by the way, your shopping bags have heavy-duty 
snaps on the inside top, so you can keep prying eyes in public from 
seeing what's inside...thank you for asking, Maddy...let us proceed..." 




"...I'll eye-dee all items first, and those items that I know some of 
you aren't familiar with, I'll demo...condoms...five different brand 
boxes, two boxes of plain Trojans, we've found Trojans are the best 
overall to protect your health in bodywork situations, a box of different 
colored condoms, some flavored ones, a box of ribbed 
Trojans...lubricants...water-based KY for use with condoms, oil-based mineral oil for anal 
lubrication but remember it destroys latex, water-based 'Probe' which 
reactivates with saliva or water, it's better than KY in extended contact 
situations, strawberry-flavored water-based edible gel, and a small 
container of carbolated vaseline...feminine hygiene products...one pack 
each Always maxipads, Stayfree minipads, Always pantiliners, Playtex 
tampons in super, regular, and light, one pack Playtex slim-fits, one pack 
Tampax Juniors, one 'Chux' disposable 3'x3' pad which you can put under 
a client's butt to catch fluids and messes and which is disposable, one 
enema, two unflavored vinegar-and-water douches, one tube OTC 
storebrand feminine itching cream, one pack of disposable razors and one can of 
Foamy shaving gel and one pair facial hair scissors for trimming 
excessive pubic hair, and one roll of 2" wide medical tape, should you 
encounter a situation where you need to attach a maxipad to the client's 
pudendal area without her using a pair of panties to hold it in 
place....nine disposable plastic speculums, three each in small, medium, and 
large...." 




"...ahhhh, uh, yes Nick, what is it?..." 
"Libby, why do speculums come in different sizes, since all vaginas 
open up the same way?" he asked to somewhat impolite snickers from the 
girls. 
"...no, girls, don't laugh at Nick, he's a guy, and that's a good 
question, he's asking because he doesn't know...that because each woman's 
vagina, Nick, has natural barrel diameter opening in it's relaxed or 
normal state, and during her life, that opening size changes...when she's 
eight, it's as tight as your asshole (snickers)...when she's eighteen 
and sexually active and having grown some, it can usually can open up to 
any size cock or even small fist...and when she's thirty or forty-eight 
and has vaginally delivered children, you might observe she can take a 
full-sized fist....understand now, okay, Nick?, thanks for asking, you 
weren't the only one thinking that question...now, back to our 
show-and-tell..." 




"...one non-penetrating vibrator device...a Hitachi 'Magic Wand', any 
other brand doesn't last but 100 hours or less, these will last ten or 
twenty times that, ten-foot-long extension cord for same...penetrating 
vibrator devices...one 8"x2", one 6"x1/1/4, one 6"x3/4", one 4"x1/2", 
extra batteries for all...non-vibrating penetrative devices...one 8"x2" 
silicone rubber dildo, one 6"x1" of same material, one 7"x2" lucite 
dildo with balls-base, one Texax-Two-Strap dildo harness, one specially 
made 7"X1/1/2" silicone rubber dildo for same...appointment book, just a 
gift from us, it's also personalized...flashlight, and doctor's 
reflector mirror with headband...two boxes in your correct hand size latex exam 
gloves...one ziploc bag full of assorted flavored and non-flavored 
dental dams, one dental dam belt for same...what else, let's see...velcro 
bondage cuffs for wrists and ankles, six eight-foot long lengths of 3/4" 
rope for same, one blindfold, one ballgag, one pair large nipple 
clamps, one pair small, one small leather slapper paddle, one eighteen-inch 
single whip, one ping-pong paddle, ten lengths of half-inch rope ten 
feet long...one 'emergency' capsule pill which I'll explain more about in 
a bit...one handbook of emergency first-aid procedures...one 
camping-type quart water bottle, one small bottle witch hazel solution, one small 
pack of 4"x4" sterile gauze pads, one bottle boric-acid solution for 
use an emergency eyewash, one non-permanent thick black magic marker, two 
each hotel washcloths and bathtowels, and lastly...an inventory sheet 
listing everything here..." 




"...using your regular pair-partner, use them to try each specifically 
sexual item on you that you may or may not be specifically familiar 
with...yes, Flo?" 
"Libby, what about that 'emergency pill'?" 
"Oh, thanks for reminding me...don't open it's sealed packet, 
please...since most of you will be in practice in settings where you'll be alone 
with clients, mostly in apartments or such where you will be seeing 
them, and when you do 'outcalls' from time to time, and more on that 
later, you need a way of escaping from a situation where a client totally 
freaks out on you and puts you in danger...now, we've never documented a 
single case of this actually happening, but you can't be too 
careful...this pill contains a very powerful, operating-room grade 
anesthetic...simply touching it with bare flesh, it begins to absorb through the skin 
immediately, and within sixty seconds, unconsciousness happens, but 
unless the patient is weak with a heart condition or similar, it'll just 
knock them out for twelve hours or so, it won't kill them...of course, 
if you break its protective covering and touch it yourself with 
barehands to press it to a client gone berserk, it'll knock you out too, but 
that's better than being, well, in deep trouble, and you can also break 
it without touching it to drop it in food or water...any questions? 




All of us, in our nakedness, all of a sudden felt even more naked if 
that was possible. The gravity of what she had just said hit us like a 
ton of bricks. My LMT practice had been in a safe, busy doctor's office. 
Now I and Margot would be by ourselves with strangers on a daily basis, 
basically having vulnerable sex with them, ourselves being the 
vulnerable ones. It never occured to me that Carol and them would send us a 
patient that could freak on us and pull a gun and shoot us, but common 
sense said that even while thoroughly analyzed by them first, they 
couldn't predict a highly improbable, nearly impossible random act of 
violence. It occurred to me then. I shivered a nervous shiver. Others did too. 




"Okay, class..." Lib continued "...we'll skip instructions for the 
stuff I know you know how to use, show-and-tell time for the items I know 
most of you haven't seen before....Fer-rrrr-ummmm, c'mere..." Ferrum 
sauntering over and sitting down next to Lib in the center of the mats 
"...first is the concentrating light doctor's headmirror..this serves two, 
actually three, practical purposes...Ferrum, please lean back and show 
me your pussy..." 




Ferrum leaned back on her elbows, Lib fetching a couple of pillows to 
shove under her butt, put my mirror'd headband on, and leaned down. 
"This actually concentrates all the room light that hits it to a point 
the size of the eye opening at a distance of eight inches from 
it...this way, you can examine closely for lesions and tears better if the room 
is dimly lit...most of the time you won't need it, but keep it out 
where clients can see it, it seems to reassure some of them for some 
reason, that the second benefit...and third, it also magnifys reflectively, 
so when you hold it away from something you want to examine, it magnifys 
it larger somewhat so you can see it better...everyone please get 
your's out and try it like it I did with Ferrum, look at her cunt with and 
without it on, position it over whichever eye you normally don't close 
when you squint". 




I couldn't tell much difference with or without it, I didn't see any 
additional light hit her clit. Needed to practice. 
"Now, the dental dams...these are for use when you want a flat latex 
protective barrier between your tongue and a client's vagina, that's what 
they're mostly used for, and you can use them to cover anuses for the 
same reason...all your clients will be thoroughly screened for diseases, 
and most oral in most bodywork situations is flesh-to-flesh, but just 
as almost all penis-vagina-anus contact will be protected sex, it will 
totally up to you if you want to use dental dams, or not...Fer, put 
Eric's on, and open up and wear a dental dam, maybe a cherry flavored 
one...everyone, take a taste..." tasted like latex to me "...everyone is to 
practice putting their dental dam belts and using dental dams in a 
moment...but first, the B&D stuff..." 




"We'll get into BDSM briefly later this week, and this equipment is 
just a starter set of stuff...Ferrum, rise..." 
Libby showed us how to use the ankle and wrist cuffs, how to adjust the 
ballgag and blindfold, how to apply the nipple clips without doing 
damage but causing wished-for pain, and gave a whack each with the 
smacking-stuff. 
"...when you practice on each other in a moment, at least try the 
cuffs, blindfold, gag, and nipple clips on each other to see what it's like, 
but dont' waste a lot of time on it, this'll come later..."
 
"....now..." long, long pause "...the dildos...each of you will try 
each on your oral, vaginal and anal orifices, and then on each other, and 
yes, Eric, Nick, that means your partner will use each of these on your 
anus', just as you'll use yours on them...it's critical that you know 
what they feel like, so you can use them better on your 
patients...sorry..." 




Nick literally threw up a tiny bit of what breakfast was left in his 
stomach, causing Libby to get wide eyes, and I snapped. Yes, I frigging 
snapped. I yelled to Libby at the top of my lungs "I FUCKING QUIT!!!!", 
and stormed back to my room, Margot walking fast next to me, begging me 
to reconsider. No way on God's green earth was going to be fucked in 
the ass, even with Margot doing it to me, by that cock twice as big as 
any normal man's, or even a normal-size dildo. Screw it. I didn't need 
this shit. I found my suitcases and started packing my shit up. Doc came 
into to my room and told me to follow him back to his apartment. I 
ignored the sloppy, ugly old naked sonofabitch. He whispered in my ear that 
he'd up the ante as much as needed, he didn't say how, unless and until 
I heard him out. 




I followed him back down the hall to his apartment at the end of it, 
which was actually a lavish suite. Nothing but expensive antique 
furniture. What looked like an original Piccaso on his living room wall, as I 
followed behind him to his study, Mrs. Doc actually knitting while 
sitting on the living room couch, quite naked. 
"That was a very childish display of immaturity, Eric..." 
"I know...and I'm, I'm sorry...it just hit me wrong, that's all...but 
my decision is made, I'm quitting, I won't be anally raped, period..." 
"...is that you were told to do, subject yourself to anal rape, 
Eric?..." 
"...well, not, not exactly..." 
"...not exactly is damn right, not effffen close..." his accent 
creeping out as he spoke "...you were told that you and Margot had to 
personally experience use of those sex toys, so you would know how they felt on 
you, so you would know how a client would fwwweelllll when you used 
them on them in therapeutic situations...Eric, you like Margwwwooo, and 
she likes you, you're going to be practice-partners when you get home for 
goodness' sake...you'd never hurt her, and she'd never hurt you...why 
do you tinnkkk we didn't want you to do a round with the staff 
first?...because we knew it would be difficult if not a bit traumatic, and I 
designed it would be with the partner you trusted most...you're a coward, 
you know that, Eric?..." 




Now I WAS MAD!!! Rather than hit the old SOB and kill him, I stood up 
to leave, but the crazy coot pushed me back down, with a "...you listen 
to me, Mr. Eric Woods!!!..." 
"...you've got a lot, and I do mean a lot of potential...but you just 
gotta relax and go with the situation....Eric, Margot's what, a tiny 
four-foot-eleven woman???, and you're this husky six-foot-three man???, 
and she's and all the other women in your class have all had all sorts of 
things including your cock shoved up their behinds this week, and those 
dildos aren't any bigger than your cock, and because she knew it was 
needed as part of her training, she would have, maybe with a little fear 
but I don't think so but still would have, taken your strap-on up her 
butt, and wouldn't have said a word...and you lose it and act like a 
two-year-old, because you can't take what a woman half your size has been 
taking all week?...what are you, Eric?....is Margot and all the rest of 
the women in your class more of a man than you are?...ffffttttiiinkkk 
about it, Eric". 




For some reason, I felt truly shamed, a-shamed. Maybe I shouldn't have, 
maybe I should have slapped the shit out of him for making me feel 
ashamed and then left to go home to Raleigh, but - but, I did feel shamed.
 
Doc handed me a scotch neat from a bottle of 27-year-old Glen Fiddich 
single malt. I don't drink scotch. I drank that. I sat just thinking for 
a while. Doc sat naked in his rolltop desk chair, starting to read the 
New York Times. He didn't say a word. He didn't get up to leave. He was 
letting me think. 




I knew I was linking my fear of anal rape with a skill I needed to 
learn, if I was going to become a bodyworker. No, not getting fucked in the 
ass, because, I resolved right then, I'd keep everyone to their word, 
and not ever take a client-cock up my ass, even for therapeutic helping 
of a client. Specialized gay male bodyworkers were around for those 
kind of clients.
 
"Okay, Doc, I'll stay..." 
"You'll what?..." 
"I said...you heard me...I said, I want to stay..." 
"Eric...Eric...okay...maybe...first, you'll apologize for your outburst 
to everyone...then you'll go through with what you were assigned to 
do..." 
"Doc...Dr. Chaim?" 
"Yes, Eric?" 
I gulped real hard, shivered for a split second, and then said words 
which even now I can't believe I said: "Dr. Chaim...will...---will you 
help me?---" 
"Yes, Eric, I will help you". 



<b>
Chapter 8:
</b>
Day 4, Swimming The Amazon; Midmorning

Doc walked beside close beside me to my left as we slowly marched naked 
back down the secured ninth floor corridor of the Roslyn Harbour Hotel 
to our classroom, Doc resting his right hand and arm across my 
shoulders, asking me to trust him, that nothing bad would happen to, just don't 
act like a jerk again in front of the group. His implied opinion was 
correct. I had acted like a jerk.

The classroom wallclock now read ten-and-three. "Class...Eric would 
like to address you, 'say something to you".

I took a couple of slow, deep breaths, scanning the room, looking at 
everyone's face for approval or disapproval or just plain disgust at my 
outburst earlier. "I'm sorry, truly sorry..." I sputtered out "...for my 
earlier outburst...I've always had an unresolved fear of anal rape 
since I was a child, for reasons I don't know why, and between the gallons 
of enemas administered to me earlier this morning and Libby's order 
that Margot assfuck me with her strap-on after I do her similarly, I'm sorry, 
but I just level freaked on you...I feel like I've shamed the entire 
class without meaning to, and you guys are all my close friends 
now...please....please forgive me?" I meekly ended.

Margot rushed to hug me, then Gwen and Keiko then Flo then the rest, 
even Nick. Margot burst into tears, I think because she realized I was 
going to stay, and that she and I would buds once more, would be bodywork 
practice partners when we got back to Raleigh in five days. Everyone 
group hugged and kissed me, offering kind words about my courage to come 
back and all. I told them that without Doc's wisdom and piercing 
insights and patience with me, I wouldn't have come back. "Doc's going to 
help me get through this" I told them.

Doc told the class to gather 'round on the matpile as he helped me. He 
motioned Margot and Gwen to join us as the others stood around us, 
telling them to sit cross-legged on the mat. Then he had me kneel in front 
of him as he likewise kneeled down, and began to Bonding Ritualize me. 
He looked deep in my eyes, and wouldn't break his gaze, even when I 
tried to. His hands massaged my face, stroking unspoken connections of 
communication and trust upwards from my very core. He leaned into to hug 
me, massaging my back some, making tight chest-to-chest contact. "By the 
way, Eric..." he said loud enough for all the class to hear as he 
hugged me close to him as his back massage of me continued "...I'm every bit 
as heterosexually-oriented as you are, I'm nine-plus on the homo-hetero 
bar, this is strictly professional for me, as patient contact in your 
bodywork practice will be strictly professional for you". He kissed me 
lightly on the forehead as he stopped his back massage of me, gently 
pushing me back into the chests of Margot and Gwen, who were sitting 
directly behind me, my back leaning in on them.

Doc played with my rising cock, as he would alternate between looking 
down at up and retaking eye contact with me. Sitting cross-legged 
himself in front of me, he stroked it until I was harder than I had probably 
been all week. Fear, dread, tension, I don't know what all, flooded 
into every pore of my body, then just as quickly as those feelings had hit 
me, were washed away in some ethereal psychic tide. He lay semi-leaning 
down, his head in my lap, and started to suck me off. He was taking 
possession of me, was using the Principle Of Possession he had perfected 
in his Polykinetic Bodywork modality, and I didn't care. Margot and Gwen 
lightly stroked my chest as I leaned back in on them more, Margot 
whispering to me that she was proud of me, that everything was going to be 
okay. Doc's mouth and tongue were surprisingly talented. I wanted to 
come, but didn't know if Doc wanted me to, or not. I came anyway, Doc 
swallowing as I pumped his dentures full of my jism. I didn't feel like a 
homo, though. "Margot, please lie down flat, and Eric, you crawl atop her, 
like she and you are going to sixty-nine...Margot, when he does that, 
maintain oral contact with his penis, and gently rub and massage him 
where you can reach, maintain contact with him".

I tried to reach Margot's pussy in our sixty-nine, but with our height 
differences it was almost impossible in a level sixty-nine position 
like that. Doc rimmed my asshole to bring my attention there. As short as 
an hour before, if my parents knew that I had let any 
seventy-or-whatever-year-old man lick my anal bud for any reason at all, 
I would have begged my father to get his double-barreled shotgun out of 
his closet and put me out of my misery. But the moment was right. 
The time, the place, the people were right. 

Doc stopped his rimjob and slipped one then two 
lubricated fingers in my ass. Margot's oral ministrations were getting 
me hard again. Before this week, I had no clue I had this much 
libidinous capacity. Doc took Margot's hand, I think he did unless she did it 
on her own initiative, and helped her work two of her smallish fingers 
inside with his. She accidentally, I think, hit my prostate, and I 
filled her mouth with semen, not that she minded, my hard still staying 
hard. Then Doc did it. I felt the unmistakable feel all fingers leaving my 
anal space and of Doc's bare cock filling it back. He fucked my ass 
slow for a moment, probably to make sure I wouldn't melt down on him 
again, then let 'er rip, fucked me in the ass every bit as fast and furious 
as I had given to the girls in our classroom exercises during the week.

 
I don't know if should even admit this in print, but yes, it felt good. 
Doc was the first and definitely the last man who did or ever will fuck 
me in the ass with my consent, but again, it was happening at the right 
time. When he came, I swear I felt his spurt of semen squirt up me. 
Despite my anal canal being cleaned cleaner than granny's front porch 
earlier that morning, when I felt his come spurt inside me, it felt like I 
really had to shit. With just his cock in me, I didn't get any feeling 
like that, but it felt like his come was triggering some sort of 
need-to-shit reflex. Margot continued her suck below me. The urge to purge 
passed, and I felt Doc go limp, as he pulled out, strapping on the 
Texas-Two-Strap, and inserted that Big Boy Dildo inside me. He playfully 
slapped my ass a few times while he rode me with his, actually my, everhard 
silicone cock. I didn't mind. Nick later told me that I had an 
ear-to-ear grin on my face then. I didn't and don't remember. Time passed, I 
don't remember exactly how long, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes then he 
stopped. He rolled me off Margot and had me lay beside her, my back to 
her. He caressed my face with the back of his hand, looked into my eyes 
friendly, played with my cock some more, had me play with his limp cock 
some. He was cooling me down, per The Manual. I asked if I could "do" 
him now, and he replied "no, way, Eric-zay", the class laughing aloud 
with him and us. He patted my cock, looked seriously at me with friendly 
but professional detachment, and told me and the class that I'd be okay 
now. Libby bent down to congratulate me, then I was pulled upright by 
my classmates and given a nice group hug. I really wanted and needed a 
few moment to recover. Asking Libby for a tee-oohhh, she said she wished 
she could, but the class was pushed for time today.

Margot and I completed our assigned exercises without further problems. 
I took all required phallic fulfillments inside me with no problems. 
Libby had Margot do her giving dental dam experiments with Surawan, so 
they, both having guys as partners, could see what they were like to use 
and all. I agreed with her that they were a real pain. I think we both 
liked the bee-and-dee toys.

Finishing up, Libby said lunch wouldn't be served until after this next 
exercise. I was still in such of a state of recovery that my normal 
obsession with lunch wasn't there. Two gentlemen in black leather outfits 
brought in two women, naked except for the dog collars they were being 
lead by their leashes by and the wrist restraints that held their arms 
behind their back. I could have sworn that Libby said the BDSM 
exercises wouldn't be until later in the week, but I guess now was technically 
later in the week. Doc was back at the podium, moved back in place once 
more but closer to the wall because the mats were out, and just started 
speaking to us, as we randomly sat or around.

"Just stay where you are, class, this will be short...these models are 
here for a short demo...you will interact with the women only, and you 
will do only what their 'masters' either tell or consent for you to 
do...the reason that you have a small number of BDSM items in your bags is 
because we've learned over the years that, and always remember what's 
written in that patient's prescriptive treatment description, that 
unless specifically proscribed by your referring psychiatrist, use of 
physical accouterments like ankle and wrist cuffs and such, with certain 
patients in certain circumstances, can produce better prescriptive results, 
quicker...power exchange as practiced by these good folks is merely 
another mutation of our Principle Of Possession anyway, that of 
voluntarily giving of trust and control in order to achieve a mutual 
objective...over your career, you'll learn when a patient might respond to 
impromptu device-based power exchange and when a patient might not, just trust 
your instincts...but for now, break into your four-groups, and the 
gentlemen models will lead you through some basics...yes, Margot?..."
"Will we as bodyworkers ever be required to play the passive role with 
clients?"
"...good question, and the short answer is, is no, for two 
reasons...first, the bedrock principle of what we do is our Principle Of 
Possession, and it's hard to consensually possess someone's total consent if 
you're the one actually being possessed by them first...secondly, since 
most of you will work alone with clients, there's a minor safety factor to 
consider, a small if not infinitesimally risk, but a risk which is 
conflict with the former, in any case".

Margot and I both enjoyed working the passives, eerrrr, submissives, it 
looked like the rest of the class did, too. Their bosses, eeerrrr, 
masters were real nice guys, too. Our group of four, Margot and me and Flo 
and Maddy, talked more than actioned with our models. Both of the 
masters showed us how to do some basic knots and knotwork restraints even 
sans cuffs, how to paddle and whip and spank and inflict an intensed 
focus pain on the subs without actually hurting them, how to use speed and 
placement not force of the strike-devices to do that, how to use the 
blindfolds and gags without tightening them too much, how to use the 
nipple clips on cuntlips too, and touched on how to use denial of a wanted 
pain focus play as a means of causing further submission. Both masters, 
noticing Flo's red panties with her pad bulge obviously visible, asked 
if she minded that they make their subs do a menstrual oral scene with 
her, Flo readily agreeing both times, they really working their slaves 
over with paddles and whips and such on their buttocks and backs all 
the while, while they were on all fours with their faces shoved in Flo's 
leaking cunt. And then, it was over. Too short. I asked Libby if 
another BDSM educational round was planned for school, and she said "sadly, 
no...I enjoy it too, Eric...both sides of it...". It took me a minute to 
comprehend what she was trying to tell me. I know, I am a tad slow at 
times.

Then lunch came. I sat down at our roundtable of roundtables between 
Margot and Nick. Everyone kept smiling and sweetly giggling at me. 
"What!!!..." I'd playfully replied "...I didn't enjoy 'it'...and I didn't 
hear any of you volunteering to take my place!".
"You were the one with the hang-up, not any of us..." Margot loudly 
whispered to me as she leaned her head onto my shoulder as we sat close to 
each other.
"Fifteen minutes, class, then back to work!" clipped Libby.

As we all rushed to finish our sandwiches and all and rush to the 
bathroom before class, an entire family clad in labcoats only being lead by 
Doc pittered-pattered into the classroom. This family looked liked they 
had been cut out of a Sears catalog, they were so perfect. A man and 
woman a little older than me maybe, and a young boy and girl, looking so 
much like the man and woman they had to be their children, no question. 
I had read in The Manual about using polykinetic techniques to heal the 
trauma of sexual abuse and forced incest in children as young as six or 
seven. It was as obvious as a pimple on a pig's behind what those 
people and their kids were here for. Margot and Surawan and I all looked at 
each other, like we instantly sensed each other's inner thoughts. Now, 
I, we, had some real problems to talk with Doc about, not just some 
childish hissy caused by some inner demon. We were talking creating abuse 
situations perpetrated against children, in the name of healing them. 
And, we were talking committing felonies that could have us all put in 
jail for the rest of our lives. We rushed to the back of the room to 
confront Doc about what apparently was going to be our next lesson, we 
were going to demand a stop to it. He saw us coming, and was speaking 
before we got to him. "Sit down, class..." he calmly said "...and we'll 
talk about it, as a class", the rest of the group coming up to take their 
seats.

"Class, this is Mr. and Mrs. Peter and Katie Dunbar, and their two 
children, Peter Jr. and Frannie...they are here for what some of you seem 
to fear and most of you suspect...Mr.and Mrs. Dunbar have brought their 
children here, so that you might work with them as models in this 
training program, as well as with them...the children know exactly why 
they're here, and have freely given of their own consent to be models for 
you...as with yourselves now, and your patients in the future, there is 
never the first hint of coercion ever used in any circumstance for any 
reason...this is the hill, class...either get over it, rise above it, or 
fall back down it and go home...think about it for a moment...I'll now 
take questions asked to me in calm, rational voices, but not others".
"Dr. Chaim, if we do what is asked of us, we could go to jail forever!" 
Margot jumped up and exclaimed.
"No, you won't, you're legally protected, and I'll let Peter tell you 
why".

Peter began walking forward to us as he spoke. "That's a legitimate 
concern, but the truth is this: the laws of every State in the Union give 
physicians and especially psychiatrists extremely broad leeway in 
determining what is and is not necessary and appropriate treatment..."

As he initially passed by directly in front of where each of us was 
sitting, he made it a point to thrust a business card inches from each of 
our faces, which had the his name, the name of the law firm which he 
was a partner in, and their speciality of family law printed on it, 
driving home that he knew what he was talking about, or at least was making 
a good show of it.

"...while I know you've all heard of medical professionals being sent 
to jail for sexually abusing their patients, you've never heard of a 
singe case of someone like yourselves going to jail, ever, for helping any 
patient through bodywork-type therapy, because it's never 
happened...why?..." he continued to pace before us, as if addressing a jury "...two 
reasons...first, the principal of agency...since you as polykinetic 
professionals aren't technically covered by the same canons of ethics as 
your state-licensed employers, and, don't anyone interrupt me until I'm 
finished, the fact that all your actions are directed by them so much 
shares and muddles the responsibilities that it puts it firmly into a 
gray area that the law simply hasn't addressed yet...years ago, when 
sexual surrogacy first appeared in the American culture, there were several 
initial arrests, doctors as well as some surrogates were arrested on 
the charges of pandering and prostitution, but, ladies and gentleman, not 
a single one of those individuals charged was ever convicted!...a 
couple of those initially charged plead out to lesser charges, but those 
that stood and fought, won!...and every single one of those cases was over 
twenty years ago now, and not a single surrogate or bodyworker has ever 
been charged with prostitution or statutory rape or anything else, ever 
since!...so, by lack of anyone caring in any state legislature because 
surrogacy and bodywork is still not in the mainstream of American press 
or thought no one has passed any laws specifically against it, so you 
are fully protected...and...can I say this, Doc?...should the impossible 
happen, there's an entire network of legal defense people and 
strategies in place, as long as you are charged with something done by you under 
the protection of a psychiatric prescription written for you to fulfill 
by your employers...any other questions?...yes, the dark-skinned 
lady...", Surawan rising to speak "how...how could you let us do what Dr. 
Chaim wants us to do to your own children?"

"Very legitimate, and not unexpected question...let me answer from the 
heart...two years ago, when I was away for a business trip, two 
burglars broke into my home when my wife and children were there by 
themselves, and repeatedly raped my wife, and sodomized my little boy, and 
repeatedly raped and sodomized my little girl, my lovely family you see 
behind me now...Katie and I didn't have a gun in the house, we have one now 
but didn't have one then...the perps were never caught...my wife was 
totally destroyed emotionally, and both my children attempted suicide, 
and Peter Jr. was just nine then and Frannie was just seven-and-a-half, 
and it looked like those evil bastards, who made my innocent son suck a 
loaded gun put in his mouth after he was made to suck off one of the 
creeps as he threatened to kill him, then raped my little girl both 
anally and vaginally with that same pistol before forcing himself orally on 
her, not to mention what they did to my lovely wife, repeatedly raping 
her in every way possible while they made our children watch, then they 
made my wife and children have sex with each other for their sick 
amusement, if you can possibly even partially visualize and feel the trauma 
those bastards caused them, you can see why they virtually destroyed 
the most precious things in my life, and understand why, through 
misplaced guilt, anger, and shame, our family was headed for divorce and 
destruction..." long, pregnant pause "...until, while in counseling, our case 
being marked by Dr. Chaim because of the severe inflicted trauma from 
outside sources, Dr. Chaim told us about Polykinetic Bodywork 
therapy..."

"...and yes, I was beyond skeptical at first, because after he 
initially explained it, I thought my family was going to be subjected to 
similar abuse, all over again...but, eventually, from sheer desperation, we 
had nothing to lose at that point, Katie, my wife, began treatment, and 
within two months, she was on her way back...then, almost as equally 
reluctantly but encouraged by her results, we sent the kids to bodywork 
therapy, and within three months, they were on their way back to being 
my kids...now, even though I've gone through a couple of formal 
treatments just to see what it's like, I'd be lying if I told you I know how it 
works, all I know is that, is that it does work, and the more severe 
the initial trauma, the greater the recovery...yes, you, the lady with 
the glasses and short hair..."

"Do you and your family now have an incestuous family relationship?" 
Margot asked sincerely.

"I would like to say that's none of your business, because it's really 
not, but, we're here as a favor to Dr. Chaim, we truly believe in what 
he is trying to accomplish with training you good folks, so I'll answer 
it...the answer is, in short, no...the long answer is that our children 
do not participate in my wife's and mine married sex life, that is our 
private married life, and our children respect that, as we respect 
theirs...all our bedroom doors have locks on them, for example...but, do we 
have sex games as a family, for fun?...the answer is yes, but not every 
day, and sometimes not every week..."

Looking back over his shoulder to Doc, he continued "...have you talked 
with them about the Principle Of Polykinetic Homeopathy 
yet?...No?...let's just say that: 1) playful sexualized intimacy is something we've 
come to enjoy as a family, it makes our family stronger, 2) in your 
Manuals there's information that let's you know why we do so, and lastly, 
once the genie is out, you can't put him back in the bottle....any 
further questions?...Dr. Chaim, the floor is yours", Doc bellowing "everyone, 
everyone take fifteen, discuss it amongst yourselves, and come back and 
tell me who's staying and who's leaving...fifteen minutes, class".

The eight of us went back to our roundtable next to the buffet bar. 
Initially, Margot, Surry, and I were ready to leave right then, but Flo 
took the lead along with Gwen, and respake Mr. Dunbar's case, except more 
eloquently so. Fifteen minutes turned into half an hour, then 
forty-five. I don't know then or now if something like a Stockholm Syndrome was 
working on me, but eventually, with misgivings and more than a little 
sadness I think, M. and S. and I agreed we'd go along with the group. 
Returning to our seats, Margot went up to tell Doc "Teacher, we've all 
decided to stay, what's the next lesson?"

Doc left the room, and Libby took over. The Dunbars and our instructor 
team went to the mats, we following behind.
"You should be able to guess the drill by now, class...each of you will 
have fifteen or twenty minutes alone with each of the Dunbars, then 
another fifteen-twenty minutes each in the following 
combinations...mother/daughter, dad/son, mother/son, dad/daughter...this will take a while, 
so let's get started...Nick, Surawan, Keiko, Gwen, you're up 
first...this will take an hour more or less, the rest of you, you can stay and 
watch or go back to your rooms and rest, just don't leave the floor, and 
even if we don't call find and call you back, be back in one hour..."

I didn't want to stay and watch. Margot said something about needing to 
make a phone call, Flo scooted off to change her pad. Remembering what 
Maddy had told me during our one-to-one bonding session, I asked if she 
wanted to go back to her room to be alone with me, make some love, not 
just have some sex. She said "yes".


<b>
Chapter 9:
</b>
Day 4, Swimming The Amazon . . . The Afternoon ~ With Eve

Maddy and I went back her room, knowing that Margot was busy on the 
phone in ours. I gently pinned her against the door as we entered, took 
her arms and outstretched them as high as I could over her head, kissing 
her, really kissing her, she kissing back as passionately as I was 
initiating. I had dated three or four but had been to bed with only black 
chick before, and that one wasn't as near good looking as Maddy. If Iman 
or Naomi Campbell are "10"'s, then Maddy was a solid "9". I pressed my 
chest firm against her 34C's, about the same size as Flo's, but 
different in proportion, shape and contours. Her half-a-dollar-size nipples 
erected, their tips pressing into my chest. Her straightened hair was 
neat and combed and smelled wonderful, wasn't nappy at all. At 5'4" or so, 
I had to lean into and down a bit to kiss her as we stood together but 
not twist like had to with Margot, our bodies merging with vertical 
wooden slab. She leaned her weight away from me, leading me to the bed.

I lay on my left side, she on her right, facing each other, our kisses 
continuing, our hands roaming. Nudging me on my back, she pried open 
and scooted between my legs, sucking friendly and erotically but not 
manicly. I just lay back, propped up a bit to see better, and enjoyed the 
view. Those thick black lips on my lily-white cock really revved my 
motor up. I asked Maddy if her Nubian husband's cock was bigger than mine, 
bigger than white guys in general, she just shot me a silly look and 
laughed softly while she sucked, her eyes telling me not to ask such a 
stupid question again.

She rolled out from between my legs and resumed her position facing me, 
laying on her right side, taking my cock and bending up and around to 
penetrate her. She pumped lazily for a few minutes, then stopped. I knew 
we had more time, and it seemed like she wanted to fuck more, but she 
just looked in deep in my eyes, stroked my face lightly, licked my lips 
with her tongue, looked back into my eyes, and said one word: "enjoy".

What happened next, I still shudder with delight thinking about. 
Motionless beside me, not pumping at all and putting her hand on my hip to 
silently tell me not to move either, she began doing something to me that 
I've never heard or read about before or since, anywhere. My cock was 
deep inside her, all the way in, the top base of my cock pressing 
against her pubic bone. Then I felt the first nibbles at the head of my cock. 
Yes, nibbles, it felt like teeth-less gums nibbling on the head of my 
cock, but not further down the shaft. Then, middle way down on my cock, 
a ring of her muscles started, and I really don't how to describe this 
accurately, but I'll try, a ring of her vaginal muscles started 
spasming?, or quickly contracting?, or maybe even popping around the middle 
part of my cock, while different muscles at further in her, nearer her 
cervix, continued their "nibble" of my head. The feeling in the middle 
was, maybe this will describe it better, of a large, flat rubberband say 
half-an-inch wide, just small enough to stay tight on your erect cock 
but not too tight, being pulled out and away from your cock in all 
directions simultaneously and then, without warning, being allowed to snap 
back from all those directions simultaneously as well, hard, but not 
painfully.

Then, using a different set of muscles at the front of lovetunnel, the 
muscles I think just before her G-spot if I remember from yesterday, 
she then created another sensation with another subset of cunt muscles, a 
wave of slowly rolling pressures at the base of my cock, like a small 
hand grasping and gently rolling its fingers around and over and back 
around the base, two or three different, specific pleasurable pressure 
points moving around the circumference of it. And doing that while 
simultaneously creating the other two, different sensations at the middle and 
head of my cock.

What I felt right then...what I felt...what I...made me speechless. We 
kissed so deeply, sucking each other's tongues like cocks. I sucked her 
nipples and she mine, though she didn't know that even in a situation 
like we were in doing so really didn't do much for me. I leaned into her 
more, hugging her tighter still if that was possible while she, while 
she was fucking me silly without either of us ever moving a inch. We had 
fucked and fucked and fucked together in class many times that week, 
and at no time did her cunt ever feel like it did now, always being a 
good, tight, flexible and horny cunt, but just a plain sheath in feeling, 
like the other girls felt like except when they might contract some 
from their orgasms.

"I'm giving you this special gift of mine, Eric...a gift I've given 
only to my husband and two other special men in my life, because I really 
do think you're so special...you don't have a high amount of 
self-esteem, I know (I didn't?), but you really are one special person, one 
special man...just relax and enjoy, enjoy my special gift to my special, 
special friend, 'my' Mr. Eric".

I looked so, so deep into those brown pools of eyes of hers. She 
playfully sucked on my nose as her cunt, her cunt domination of my cock 
continued. We breathed in unison, slow, unlabored, happy breaths. The 
miracle of her pussy that she was allowing me to share, her simultaneous in 
the same vagina non-moving nibbling of my head, ring-slapping of the 
middle of my cock, and fingertip-sized pressure points massage of the 
base, continued. Massaging her back, I could feel her dilats tensed, she 
was using them evidently to draw deep strength from for her cunt 
ministrations. I massaged them. She cooed sincerely "I...love...you...", and 
cooing back mirrored sounds. I finally got those dilats of hers to relax 
just a tad, and the three simultaneous actions taking place in her cunt 
on my cock got even stronger.

Then it hit me. I had had many, many growth experiences in class and 
outside of it this past week, revelations, but not ground-breaking ones. 
This one that hit me was an epiphany. A divine revelation. This was 
what the Bodywork Bonding Ritual was all about. Don't ask me why that hit 
then and there, it just did. Establishing contact through physical 
means with someone, a patient in the case of bodywork therapy, on a truly 
spiritual level, not just an emotional or physical one. Then it finally 
made sense to me why I had let Doc do what he did to me, fucking my 
ass, pushing past my fear of being dominated by another male. Doc 
understood. Wise ol' Doc. Establishing a psychic, truly spiritual connections 
through physical and emotional means. Guide and heal the soul by using 
the body to connect with it, and the outer shells that house and nurture 
the soul are healed, too. Follow the path, however confusing, that God 
has laid out for you to follow, and do God's will by doing so. Connect 
soul-to-soul with someone, and let God heal them and you too. I looked 
into Maddy's eyes once more, floating back into reality, and saw the 
eyes and face of an angel. My special angel. My Adam to her Eve. New 
beginnings.

"I'm going to come, Baby, you just stay relaxed and let what happens 
happen, I'll make you come too, don't fight it and don't push for it to 
happen, let me be in control..."

The triad actions in her cunt against my cock became a crazy quilt of 
sensations. I swear, it felt like each of her muscle subset would switch 
functions for a moment at times, the nibble sensation going to my base, 
the popping rubberband sensation moving to my head, etc. And then she 
started coming, G-spot, ejaculatory coming. And coming. And coming. She 
had soaked three towels under her butt while doing G-spot ejaculation 
exercises in class yesterday, and this time, she just opened up her 
interior set of Panama Canal locks and dams. If my cock had been inside a 
fire hose with the water turned on high, I don't think any more fluid 
could have soaked me or the bed under us. But my cock didn't lose 
friction or sensation, because her triad of wonderful cuntal contractions was 
making sure I had more simultaneous sensations than my brain knew how 
to handle. My own orgasm started a small wave literally at the tips of 
my toes and the hairs atop my head, then rolled towards my groin, 
gradually at first, then pick up speed in both directions, my orgasmic 
response wave surging through my neck and chest and calves before hitting my 
cock, much like a tsunami beginning as a soft ocean wave out in the 
deep ocean before crashing into the shore twenty stories high.

Maddy had slightly tilted her head back away from me then, but 
otherwise neither of us had moved a quarter-inch since she began her fucking 
without moving of me. Screaming as loud as she could "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK 
MEEEE, Eric!!!!", she bit the tip of her tongue to where it almost 
brought blood. My orgasm also crested, feeling like a medieval pike being 
rammed through me from my back through to the tip of my cock, I vaguely 
remembering crying aloud "...ahhhh...ahhhhYEEEEE!!!.." before literally 
passing out from purest pleasure on the bed beside Maddy. I still have 
no clue how long we were out. The next thing I remember was Ferrum 
not-so-gently shaking our shoulders as we lay together still, happy in our 
unbreakable spiritual connection, telling us to hurry up and get to 
class, that everyone was waiting on us. We quickly catbath'd each other 
and tried to wash and dry as much of Maddy's love liquid off of each 
other as we could before heading back.

Nick and Surawan, both of whom belive in auras, and Margot, who 
doesn't, would later tell us that when we walked into the classrom after 
Ferrum had fetched us, our auras were plainly visible. Nick and Surry both 
said that, whatever this means, a lot of the red and yellow and traces 
of brown in mine were gone, replaced by greens and blues and lighter 
shades of purples, and that my overall energy field was another magnitude 
larger than it had been before we had scooted of for our lovemaking 
session. The rest of my classmates also noticed something different I 
could sense, though it may have been them observing the shit-eating grin on 
my face that I couldn't have wiped off with a chainsaw. I knew what 
lessons were next, and was happy with it, happy with our next lessons. 
Maybe I was higher than the proverbial kite from what just happened with 
Maddy, but it didn't matter to me, I was just living in the moment, as 
Nick or Surry might say.

Maddy and I holding hands walked over to Margot and Flo, who were 
sitting in front of the Dunbars atop the matpile in the middle of the 
classroom, waiting for us a little impatiently, fidgeting. Sitting down 
beside Margot, Maddy plopping down next to me as she kissed my cheek, my 
Margot asked me almost a teeny-weeny bit jealously whisperingly "what on 
earth were you two up to?...you've kept us waiting for fifteen 
minutes!", Flo saying she wanted to know what we did too, Maddy and I both 
replying that we'd tell them later, as Libby called us to attention.

"Okay, class...Margot, you're with Mr. Dunbar first, Eric, you're with 
Mrs. Dunbar, Flo, you're with Frannie, and Maddy, you're with Peter 
Jr.,...you are encouraged to talk with them some, ask them anything about 
their relationship that you wish, they'll be truthful, just remember 
that your primary goal is non-formally bodywork with them some, ask what 
they like and they'll ask you, and come to an agreement about what kind 
of mutual physical contact you'd both enjoy, then do it...oh, and 
remember, these are outside models, not your classmates, so mandatory condom 
use during penile-anal-vaginal penetrations, no exceptions...class, go 
to your partners."

The first thing Mrs. Dunbar, Katie, asked me, was "Eric, are you 
alright?...you look...well, different from earlier today...", I replying, 
thanking her for her concern, but that I was fine, just being truthful but 
not boastful, saying "...Maddy and I just had some wonderful lovemaking 
together just before we came back in, that's all...". Truthful, but 
private. I asked more about her experiences with Doc's bodyworkers. She 
said that she would have left Peter and probably committed suicide later 
if it hadn't been for their help. I asked if she felt that sexually 
playing if consensually so with her kids was, felt like incest to her. She 
replied that she knew that it was, but drawn from her family trauma and 
subsequent healing through polykinetic bodywork, she also knew it 
wasn't wrong, not the way society saw it as being wrong, at least not for 
herself, her husband and her kids.

"What's your pleasure, Mrs. Dunbar?" I sweetly inquired.
"Would you mind giving me some head, Eric?...I always enjoy oral..." 
she replying, as she leaned back and I dove between her legs. Her lips 
were small, her vaginal opening as small. You couldn't tell she had two 
kids. I turned my head to lick the curve between her right thigh's 
transition to her pudendal area, where her pantie elastic normally rested. 
She liked that. She told me so. I switched to her other side for a 
moment, then back to her pussy. Looking around at my friends and classmates 
while I sucked Katie's clit, Peter had Margot on allfours and was 
holding her head between his hands, fucking her mouth, something I knew she 
liked anyway....Flo was sitting cross-legged with in her lap, diddling 
with Frannie's almost invisible from my angle twat...Peter Jr. had 
stood up as Maddy bent her back some while kneeling in front of him as her 
mouth enveloped his entire crotch area. "Give me a G-spot come, please, 
Eric...". I quickly found her ghee-whiz-spot and playfully toyed with a 
moment, before expressing a mild ejaculation. "Switch!" Libby The 
Sergeant Major barked.

I moved to Peter Jr., Flo moved to Peter Sr., Maddy to Frannie, and 
Margot to Katie.
"What's your name, mister?..." he asked.
"Eric...and you're Peter Dunbar, Jr., right?"
"...right, mister, err, Eric...you look happy, Mr. Eric..." he 
commented.
"I am happy, Peter Junior, I am..."

Despite my epiphany of an hour earlier, some molecule of doubt and 
dread and cultural conditioning against doing this still was trying it best 
to hold on. My parents, poor but proud, not educated but still very 
wise, had always taught me that as long as adults don't hurt each other, 
they can and should do what they want, but always, always leave the kids 
alone.
"It's okay, mister, I want to do this, I really do..." Pete Jr. 
commented as he looked directly at me, seeming to read my thoughts and 
hesitation.
"You really want to do what, Peter?"
"...play with each others middles, you play with mine and I play with 
yours, and suck each other some...."
"...do you and your father play together like that sometimes, 
Peter?..."
"...yeah, sometimes, but not unless it's mom and sis and all of us 
together, like we are now, 'cept we're at home".

Peter Jr. crawled over closer to me and reached for my cock, stroking 
it. I reached to play with his. This really was it for me. The point of 
no return. He leaned into me to find my erect member and begin sucking 
on it. I lay flat and let him do what he wished.
"Don't you want to come, Eric?" he asked me as if he was a grown woman, 
not a little eleven-year-old boy.
"Not right now, Peter, thank you".
"Okay...will you suck me now?"
I layed him flat and took his member, about the size of my ring finger, 
into my mouth. I alternately blew and sucked on him, something I hadn't 
thought of doing before just then, but something he seemed to like. He 
came his tiny load within a couple of minutes in my mouth and I sipped, 
not swallowed, it.

He sat back up together next to each other. Even though his hard was 
going limp now, I diddled with it while we sat and observed the rest of 
his family interact with my classmates. Having overheard Peter Sr. 
earlier talking to Flo about having a distaste for menstrual sex, it wasn't 
surprising that he had Flo on all fours, his ribbed condom-covered cock 
in her tail instead. Katie also had Margot on all fours, except that 
she was rimming her anus with her tongue while playing with her clit and 
cuntal lips, giving her a "reach-around". Frannie was leaning into 
Maddy as they sat next to each other, sucking on Maddy's left breast, her 
hand between her ebony-skinned legs. "Next partners, please" said our 
Libby.

I rolled over to be with Peter, Maddy with Katie, Margot to Frannie, 
and Flo to Peter Jr. I asked Peter Senior about the trauma his family 
went through, and how he helped them overcome it. We talked about Doc and 
his family's friendship and loyalty to him. "We don't take a dime from 
Doc for coming here and doing this workshop for his students..." Peter 
told me without my asking "...we come here so when you leave, you'll go 
back home to where you came from and spread the gospel of polykinetic 
healing and help those truly victimized like my family was, help heal 
and restore those damaged souls that live in your community". I was 
impressed. No doubt about Peter's sincerity lingered in my mind.

"Well, we're supposed to do something together, Peter...what would you 
like to do?"
"You and my son looked like you both were having fun..."
"We were...he's a nice kid, you've got a great son there...but I was 
just doing what my training required, I'm not gay or bi at all" a little 
of my old defensiveness raising its head once more.
"I'm not either...I play with my son only in our family group playtime, 
and only because Doc's convinced me it's necessary...but I know you and 
I, actually you, need to bodywork me some...just a slow and easy 
sixty-nine okay?"
"Sure" I replied.
We half-bored sucked each other off enough to stay hard, but not much 
more. Then Libby let her vocal timebell ring, and the last switch was 
made, Maddy to Peter Sr., Flo to Katie, me to Frannie, and Margot to 
Peter Junior.

"Hi, mister, I'm Frannie!" she said as she shook my hand, catching me a 
little offguard.
"Hi Frannie, I'm Eric...how do you feel about what we're doing here, 
your mommy and daddy and older brother having sex with all these people, 
Frannie?" I asked with serious intent.
"I like it, a lot...ever since we've been in therapy, I've really liked 
it, I look forward to it a lot, it makes me happy!"
"Yes, it does, mister....Eric...does it make you happy, having sex with 
us?"
For a moment, the perfect innocence of her question dumbfounded me. I 
smiled at her, and thought for a moment. This entire week, not the first 
time had someone asked if I was happy doing any of this, happy or sad 
or whatthehelleverelse. Now this sweet little girl asked me her perfect 
question. Was I happy, right here, right now, in this place, in this 
time? I opened my arms wide for her, and she waddled over to me while 
kneeling to give me a nice, big, innocent hug. "Yes...yes I am, 
Frannie..I'm very happy...I hope you're happy".

"Yes, I'm happy, Mr. Eric...will you make me happy, Mister Eric?"
"If I can, Frannie, yes, I will".
"Will you put your penis in my vagina?...Daddy usually won't 'cause 
he's afraid of hurting me, even though Dr. Chaim told him I'm grown enough 
now so he doesn't have to worry about hurting me...it's something I 
really, really like...".
"Yes, Frannie, I'll put my penis in your vagina".

My erection was already at fullstaff. I borrowed a loose pillow and sat 
on it, to give my butt more height off the floormats. Moving my legs 
more open, I had Frannie sit my lap, her arms around my neck, resting her 
seventy or eighty pounds weight on the top of my thighs, her legs 
spread wide across them . Working some of my new Probe lubricant in her, she 
giggled, saying it was cold and that it tickled a little. I kissed her 
lightly on the lips, and she kissed me a nine-year-old's kiss back. I 
tried to feel for her G-spot to ejaculate her, but couldn't find it. Doc 
was right about the differences in ages, too. Grasping my cock firmly, 
I gently worked my head over, around, and finally in her tiny labia, 
just a fraction of an inch at a time. I asked if she knew how to ride a 
man on top like that, with the man on his back and she sitting on him 
like riding a horse. She said "yes". I lay back on the mat and let her 
ride me as she wished. The look on her face was one of pure contentment 
and happiness. She couldn't take my entire length, only about four 
inches, but enjoyed what she did take of me, that was obvious. I played with 
her clit, so, so tiny, as she rocked back and forth atop me, and let 
myself have my come inside this nine-year-old, who simply wanted to be 
healed and have some happiness. No, I didn't have another epiphany, but I 
did reach another degree of understanding, one degree on a three-sixty 
compass rose horizon. Libby then called for a ten minute break, then 
back to it.

At our impromptu break area, the buffet table with our cafe tables and 
chairs arranged in a circle beside it, Margot came up to me, and asked 
exactly what did Maddy and I do that made us so late for class they had 
to go find us. I kissed Margot the most passionate, heart-felt kiss 
that my soul could muster, trying to communicate with Margot that she 
absolutely no reason to be jealous. I could see in her eyes she knew what 
message from my heart I was trying my best to transmit. Kissing me back 
and playing with my cock to distract me for a second, she playfully 
punched me in the ribs with a "well...at least next time you and Maddy 
play like that, whatever the hell you two did, at least invite me!", we 
both laughing as we made our way back to the mats.

I was getting hungry. It was still before four. Our Headmistress Libby 
called her fourth-day class back to her classroom made of thick, 
vinyl-covered foamrubber mats and polykinetic energy. This time, we'd peel 
into our four-at-hand groups again, then do the rotations of 
Peter/Frannie-Katie/Peter Jr., then Peter/Peter Jr.-Katie/Frannie.

"Now group, I'm not going to single out any one person, because it was 
more than one, more than two even..." Libby began her criticism of us 
"...but I and the other instructors did see some very half-hearted at 
best attempts to polykinetic connect with the models, pardon me, with the 
Dunbars...this is your fourth day now, and we've been giving you more 
and more leeway as you've done more and more and learned what we expect 
of and from you, but if we don't see more honest attempts to embrace 
the bodywork concepts in which you're being trained, we'll go back to the 
basics again that will make your days even that much longer...speaking 
of which, after class with the Dunbars, we've got another whole group 
of models coming in behind them, class won't over for another four hours 
plus after that, so, let's see some enthusiasm and effort, 
people!...oh, and this session is to be more free-form...as long as you and every 
member of your team bodyworks each member of of the models' pairings, 
that's what we want".

Margot, Flo, Maddy and I were assigned to Peter Sr./Frannie first. We 
more or less had to kill a half an hour with them, and it was becoming 
repetitive, damned repetitive. Don't get me wrong, playing like that is 
fun, but after awhile, even having a new Rolls-Royce if you're rich 
enough to drive a new one every day can become boring. So, as if by 
psychic connection, we all focused on them, on their healing, on using what 
we had learned so far to help bring their family back together and heal 
them individually. The half-hour ended and we switched places with the 
other group, then the Dunbars switched so they paired up Peter 
Sr/Jr.-Katie/Frannie, and we rotated to them. Strange, though. After the last 
rotation, we all just kind of moved together in the middle of the mats. 
All eight of us got in a group hug with the four of them, the Dunbars 
inside our circle, protected, absorbing healing energy from us...loved. 
I think I saw tears leak from both Flo's and Surawan's eyes, but they 
didn't audibly sob any. Instead of a group of naked people just having 
had polykinetic bodywork'd healing sex that would be illegal in all 
fifty states and even in West Virginia having a group hug, what we had was 
a blessing from Doc and God being bestowed upon all of us at our Doctor 
Chaim's Tent Revival & Flesh-Snake Handling Church. Giving us all pecks 
on our cheeks as they got up to leave, taking some of our freely 
offered healing energy with them, the Dunbars left behind more of Doc's 
legacy as their gift to us. "Dinner!" Ferrum bellowed, as the clock read 
almost six-thirty now, and we had four more hours to go after supper, from 
what Libby declared earlier.



<b>
Chapter 10:
</b>
Day 4, Swimming The Amazon ~ At Night


A whole horde of Roslyn Harbour Hotel employees stormed into our 
classroom like a bunch of friendly storm troopers. Ten, maybe fifteen 
uniformed employees, many of whom I hadn't see before, came in to grab our 
collection of eating surfaces and drag in by pieces and assemble before 
our eyes a nicer, much larger eight or nine-foot true round dining table 
the kind that you see in a restaurant's private dining room. Our 
somewhat worn but functional chrome-and-vinyl chairs were replaced by much 
nice and larger wooden ones. The fact that we and the staff were are 
naked was totally oblivious to them. I asked one of them what was going on, 
and all the furniture monkey said was "courtesy of Dr. Chaim."

Another troop of Doc's troopers wheeled our supper in, this time 
putting a real linen table cloth on our new mealtable and setting our plates 
and silverware and such for us, not just hashing at us from serving 
carts. Putting folded hotel towels atop the expensive-looking chair 
upholstery to protect from our naked body odors and residues, they seated us 
all like true four-star guests, not even letting me pull Margot's chair 
out to seat her myself. What we had ordered earlier came in on the 
serving trays, and more. Doc or whoever arranged this had also ordered 
multiple appetizers which I know weren't printed on our menu cards. Even a 
small wine cart was brought in, and Margot and Gwen and I think Maddy 
accepted this increased hospitality with a vitner's vigor. The rest of 
us were served our requested tea or coffee or softdrinks. A silver 
candelabra was placed in the middle of the table, the room darkened 
somewhat, and the candles lit. Naked and Mrs. Doc wandered into the room, Libby 
and little crew in tow, offering us congratulations on everyone truly 
making it over the what he thought was going to be our last hump as a 
group and humps as individual students. The waiters were serving us, as 
each walked over to us, as Doc and krew were patting us on shoulders and 
playfully rubbing the hair on our heads, that still being the only 
visible sign of hair on our bodies, the depilatory spray from Sunday still 
working quite well thank you, Doc telling us that this was just a 
little something extra to show his appreciation to us, and we could have a 
half an hour extra for dinner, though it would put our final lessons for 
tonight a half-hour longer as well. We took the extra half-hour.

We savored our time together that night as a group. So many toasts were 
made and accepted that, after the six or seventh one, Doc called the 
winecart away, reminding us that we still had class in a bit. Margot 
seemed to forgive me for whatever supposed sin with Maddy I had or hadn't 
done, nuzzling me, keeping her hand firmly on my thigh most of the deal, 
once in a while playing with cock just to sweetly aggravate me as 
sensuously delicious food became practical soul fuel within us. One of the 
dangerous lightbuld ideas went off in my head. The setting and the 
moment was so perfect, that I asked everyone of our Elite Eight if they 
minded if I asked Doc to get a camera and take our group photo, all 
agreeing. Doc sent Jerry to fetch a camera, a Kodak digital camera of some 
sort. Positioning a chair a few feet from us at different angles to the 
group, he took several photos, scooted, then came back ten or so minutes 
later with a single, 8-1/2"x11" color printout instead of photoprint of 
the best shot of our group, our Naked As Jaybirds United Nations 
Polykinetic Bodywork Peacecausing Force. Margot whispered in my ear that she 
needed to go back to our room to make another phone call before class 
started, scooting, taking our and Gwen and Keiko's photocopies too back 
to our room.

As dinner wound up, room activity buzzed up. Doc and Libby were busy 
ordering Jerry and Hollis and Ferrum and Courtney around like they were a 
bunch of serfs. They rearranged the matpile in the middle of the floor 
to a longer and thinner configuration. The hospital beds on rollers, 
which I don't think had been used by anyone so far for anything, were 
rolled around and placed strategically, two along each longer edge of the 
matpile. Little wovenstraw baskets of condoms and lube and latex gloves 
and little piles of towels and washcloths beside the baskets were place 
on the mats in several places. Our gearbags were moved around to be 
near the beds. More plastic office chairs were brought in and placed 
behind Doc's podium near the back wall. A coatrack on casters was rolled in 
to near Doc's desk. Jerry turned up the roomlights as we wolfed down 
our last bites, Doc called class back to order, as a troop of new, 
clothed people, either models or observers one only Doc and staff knew which, 
trooped into the room, all of them eyeballing all of us with fine-tuned 
pupils.

We got up from the our roundtable as Doc called the class to formal 
order, our new guests sitting in the new two rows of chairs behind him, we 
sitting ten or fifteen in front of them, Doc and Mrs. Doc the pivots 
between our groups.

"Students..." Doc began "...not all polykinetic bodywork healing 
involves restoration of the body, mind, and soul from traumatic sesscssxsual 
events...a good portion of your work will involves healing minor 
problems and difficulties, and anofffer good portion will involve working 
weefff those who have no major pwwwablom, have a good base to work from, 
but who simply need to seek furvvver enhancement and impwwovement in the 
normal and estabwwished sexuality to now enjoy..."

Over the past few days, I couldn't help but notice that when Doc and 
Mrs. Doc's accents came out, that curious German-Prussion-Alsatian mix of 
accents or whatever it is was, it was most of the time when Doc or Mrs. 
was under stress, or trying to struggle for their concentration and 
find the right words. When they were relaxed and comfortable and weren't 
trying to watch every syllable they said, their accent was non-existent. 
He continued...

"...an example of that would be the families behind me...unlike the 
Dunbars who you bodyworked with earlier, these fammmwwee groups behind me 
have never had any major problems as fammllwwees, and each one has been 
an incestuous family since the time their children started in 
gradeschool, or earlier...I've tested each of the parents and children 
extensively, and no one has any psychological problems or neuroses..."
"...they found us initially, ffvvoo, because each family group felt a 
sense of isolation and aloneness, because of the vewwee real taboo of 
incest in this society...through occasional bodywork sessions, sometimes 
in my office with my personal bodywork staff, sometimes like tonight, 
they find enlightened approval, reinforcement, and strengthening of 
their family bond through ego reinforcement offered by others, if the 
person doing so is a paid, professional polykinetic bodyworker....your tasks 
tonight are to, as assigned classroom pairs, quickly bond your assigned 
family, determine what they and you would like to do that will help 
reinforce their positive family bond, and then do so...bowffff the time 
and the prescriptive actions with your famiwwee are to be highly 
interactive, and free-form...the rotations will be standard between the four 
student pairs and the four families, but the time spent with each family 
will be no wesss than thirty minutes and no greater than sixty, Wwibby 
will call the rotations as usual..."

"...before I say good-night for tonight, class, a final thought...today 
has been one helwwuva day for some of you, all of you somewhat but some 
of you more than others, hasn't it?..." polite laughter "...all of you 
earned your sealegs today...some of you also swam the first full-length 
of your first Olympic-sized swimming pool, a couple of you swum the 
width of your own personal Engwwwish Channel, and a couple of you even 
swam the length of your own personal piranha-infested Amazon River, and 
all are stronger for having completed their personal journeys 
today...Mrs. Chaim and I twwuly can't express how proud we feel about all of 
you...I'd be honored to have any of you working as part of my local 
team...well, goodnight, and remembwwer, class, it's okay to have your own fun 
with your bodywork patients as long as it's not proscribed 
prescriptively, but your primary focus always is to promote the healing and healing 
of your patients, but owwfcourse, you know...g'night..." he concluded 
as he walked past us.

Retaking centerstage as Libby once again became the center of 
attention, she began "...class, now it's time to introduce your model-families 
for our final class exercise for tonight..." a few sarcastic 
"phhee-uuwwsss" coming from a few sarcastic students.

"...first, is the Avery Family...Sarah is the mother, and her pretty 
twin daughters are Annette and Athena, age 13...". Sarah, the mother, 
looked to be in her late 40's, with a 50's-style hairdo with greying 
brunette hair, pleasant face, old-style point-y-point eyeglasses which she 
took off and put in her purse as Libby spoke, but a tiny bit plump. Her 
twins were little dolls, thin, past-shoulder-length blond hair, what 
looked to be full, pointy breasts hidden in their bras.

"...next, is the Grisom Family....Ron, the father, and Geoff, the son, 
who's 14...". Ron looked to be in his mid-30's, barrel-chested, 
muscled, dark with dark hair, mixed ethnic looking, steely eyes, the kind of 
guy you wouldn't want as your cellmate if you had to spend the night 
sleeping it off in a drunktank. His, Geoff, was a big kid for 14, just 
five and a half feet tall and maybe one-thirty or one-forty, but you could 
tell was solid muscle like his dad.

"....then are the Dallawn Family...Jacque, father, and Etienne, his 
daughter, who's  15...". Jacque looked like a skinny French faggot, 
francone nose, eyes that never looked up at anyone. Etienne looked a little 
scared, like she didn't really want to be there or was scarred what was 
in store for her and her dad next. Almost as tall as her dad at five 
feet-four or so, with medium-brown frizzied hair, her large, almost 
pendulous breasts making the fabric of her top stretch.

"...and lastly but not leastly, the Teasley Family, mother, Nicole, and 
daughter, Jessica, 9...". Nicole was an angular woman who kept her 
posture cocked to one side, her mestizo-mullato multi-racial heritage 
obvious, with her multi-graduated-melanin skin areas melding into one 
another, her large and pointy breasts making it look like she had two short 
spears under her polyesther top. Jessica, her daughter, obviously having 
an all-caucasian father, her skin being more monotone in color, half a 
magnitude consistently lighter than her mothers.

"...okay, class, pair off into your normal pairings, and this time, 
we're going to do things a bit different...since you're going to do a full 
rotation with all the families anyway, but since this is supposed to be 
more of a free-form exercise in positive reinforcement for them, we're 
going to let them select you, instead of me assigning initial 
assignments...pairs to the middle of the mats, please...and yes, the beds are 
there to use as you wish...and remember, penis-vagina-anus means 
Trojans!.

The families took off their clothes, folding them nice and neat and 
placing them in their chairs, hanging coats on the portable coatrack that 
had been brought in earlier. The Averies kisses and fondled each other 
a bit, as did the Teasleys, but the other families just hurried and 
scurried.

Then the families all kind of milled around us, talking to us, asking 
our names, as we four pair huddled almost back-to-back as we stood 
together in the epicenter of the mats, their circling of us reminding me of 
lions circling a zebra herd, except if anyone was going to eat us, it 
was going to be fun to be eaten. The Averies picked Flo and Maddy, The 
Dallawns picked Margot and myself, The Grisoms picked Nick and Surawan, 
and The Teasleys were left with Gwen and Keiko.

Mr. Faggot Dallawn really did seem to have an attitude, didn't seem to 
be all that pleasant, but I supposed that not every client in the 
future that would be assigned to me would be a hundred percent pleasant, 
either. Not ever being shy especially when it comes to protecting a lady, 
I put my arm around Etienne, and asked what was wrong, that she seemed 
nervous and upset.

"Nothing's wrong, Mr. Eric..."
"Do you know why you're here, Etienne?"
"Yes, I know why...this is something I and my father both enjoy doing, 
the time with the therapists and all...this is just my second time with 
a class of new polykineticists, and I'm just a little scared, that's 
all..."
"There's no reason to be, Etienne..." I tried to reassure her "...we're 
here for you, you're not here for us...no one here will attempt to make 
you do anything you don't want to do...."
"We certainly won't!" Margot interjected.
"...I know, I know, but thank you, anyway..."

"Mis-tehhrr Eric..."
"Yes, Mr. Dallawn?..."
"...let me tell you up front that I am no fag-woht, I know you would 
suck or fuck me as I wish but I have no desire for you or any other 
man..."
"...that's fine, Sir, I'm not gay, either..."
"...and my dau-teaahhrrr, Etienne, while she does like to touch and by 
touched by women, does not kiss or give them oral sex...."
"That's quite fine with us..." Margot capped.
"I wish to make love with Margot only, and my daughter you only, except 
touching and being touched by Miss-Mar-gaugh..."
"Certainly...whatever you'd like...that's fine...sure..." Margot and I 
both rolling our eyes a little as he spoke.

Jacq-iee insisted on not using a condom with Margot, but she more 
equally insisting that he did, finally reaching the point where Margot had 
to threaten to call a time-out and go get Libby to referee things, if he 
didn't comply with what he knew were the rules. I thought Doc screened 
and educated his patients better than that.
"Okay...Margot..no more arguments, I promise...I'm...I'm sorry...lay 
beside me, and let me show you what a real lover, a real French-mohhn, 
makes love like!

He got and top and thrusted away crazily, as Margot shot me a look of 
total boredom, when looking at me, and at least polite faked smiling 
sincerity when looking up at him. Etienne sucked me firm and rolled a 
condom on to my hard herself, not once, not twice, but ten or twelve times, 
saying she needed the practice.
"Er-whick...." Etienne shyly asked.
""Uhh...yes, what is it, Etienne?.." replied while she rolled another 
condom on and off me.
"....uhhhmmmmm...I'm under bodywork therapy for vaginismus...I just 
didn't want you to be surprised or disappointed...when we make love in a 
moment, you'll only be able to get in a inch or two so, no more..."
"That, okay, Dear...I won't be disappointed, I promise..." I answered, 
looking at her with the most reassuring smile possible.

Jack-eet The Fagg-iet had Margot on all fours now, pumping away 
furiously, slapping her ass hard a couple of times, she protesting verbally on 
one particularly loud and hard slap that left a handmark. He came and 
collapsed in a heap on the mats, out of breath, panting, groping and 
trying to kiss Margot, which she let him do only cursorily.

In the meantime, Etienne had pushed me flat and crawled atop me, riding 
me just an inch or so deep like she said she would, that was fine, she 
was a sweet girl, and I truly felt that my being there was helping her. 
Jacques having dozed off for a second, Margot rolled over to us and 
played with Etienne's breasts and clit while she fucked me. We both three 
gave us a silent look at each other, saying without words that we hoped 
Jacques didn't wake up. As we three made twenty-beat love, I asked 
Etienne how she and her father began their relationship. She said it was 
actually her mother who started it all, that her mother's family had a 
long tradition of it, especially mother/daughter, and that when her 
mother died when she was eight, she and her father simply continued doing 
what the three of them had done.

Forty or so minutes passed, Libby yelled "time to change partners, boys 
and girls!", and the next round of musical bodyworkers began. This 
time, The Averies immediately ran over and claimed Margie and me first, 
then Jacque and Etienne picked Nick and Surawan , The Grisoms went to Gwen 
and Keiko, and The Teasleys again were chosen for by default of picking 
last had Flo and Maddy.

Ms. Avery was heavy in her period, flowing like a small gusher, being 
polite and asking if I minded, shaking my head "no".
"The older I have gotten, the heavier my flow has gotten..." she 
unnecessarily apologizing.
"What would like to do?" Margot first asked.
"Well...Margot...is it Eric?...Eric, I hope you don't mind, but my 
girls and I are very womyn-centric...would you be offended if we excluded 
you?...neither one of them has ever touched a man, and I really don't 
like most men...I hope you're not offended...are you, Eric?"

Truth be told only to you and the fence post in my backyard, maybe I 
was, just a tad. But, like Doc said, the whole point of polykinetic 
bodywork is to prescriptively heal the patient, not the healer, and not for 
the healer to gets his rocks or her ovaries off doing so, unless it can 
be done harmlessly within the confines of what the patient does and 
doesn't want to do and what is and is not proscribed or prescribed in the 
treatment paradigm. Still, I had been looking forward to jumping on the 
mats with the twins, two perfect thirteen-year-old specimens of 
feminine exquisiteness, but such is life.
"No, Ms. Avery, I don't mind, we're here for you, not the other way 
around" I coughed out, managing a brave smile.

Margot dove into her tasks as I scooted back four or five feet and 
watched. Ms. Avery made Margot give each of girls some nice, protracted 
head, gently pushing Margot's head more firmly into their somewhat-poochy 
and thick and long sets of pussy lips on each girl, each of her girls 
giving Margot a nice double lick together. Annette and Athena's 
wide-base cone-shaped tits were so inviting, they were almost drawing me to 
them like four silent siren wails, but I scrunched up tighter on the mat 
as I sat arms holding legs tight to me and resisted royally fucking up. 
Ms. Avery told Margot she wanted as deep as tongue fuck as she could 
possibly give her. Margot relentlessly tried to comply, thrusting her 
tongue in and out of Ms. Avery's cunt as best she could while the girls 
sucked as hard as they could on their mother's tits, but a couple of 
times it looked like she was almost going to be sick, having to stop to 
pull dime-sized pieces of endometrium off her tongue. At least we had all 
been through menstrual aversion re-conditioning. But big, juicy, raw 
chicken-liver-like clots are different. Still, working with patients of 
all ages and conditions is part of bodyworking, so Margot "might as well 
get over aversion now as later" I thought to myself. And without 
warning, "time to switch again!" was called, and the merry-go-round began 
once more, and this time The Grisoms snagged us.

"Don't worry, buddy, I aint interested in yaw' butthole..." Ron Grisom 
said with a laugh, as he friendly slapped me on the back, he and his 
son sitting with Margot and I "...Geoff and I only do mouth and had jobs 
with each other and men, though this fine l'll' filly here..." he said 
as he playfully grabbed and twisted but not so much as to hurt Margot's 
breast "...we'll both get some off this sweet stuff, and 'might get you 
to help us get some a'that, too..."

Ron had me and Margot knell of either side of his erect cock as he 
stood, with his son at the front of it, using our three mouths like an 
open-top pussy. Then he and his son switched places, then he and his son 
had me stand up as they sucked either side of my cock and Margot held 
fort at the head of it. The Grisoms were like the proverbial two kids in a 
candystore. They had Margot knell in front of the three of us, Ron in 
the middle, his son Geoff and I to either side, as he fucked her mouth 
while she played with our cocks manually. Then Geoff traded places with 
him, and I eventually traded places with Geoff in the middle. Then they 
layed down on the mats, Margot sixty-nine Ron and I 69'ing Geoff, then 
with them still side-by-side next to each other, Margot and I traded 
off partners. By then some time had passed, and they sensed that the last 
switch for tonight was probably going to be called soon. So, Ron 
putting on latex, had Margot astride his somewhat short but stubby and wide 
cock, had me stand for Margot to suck me, and Geoff slipped on the 
required latex and pop it in her asshole. Then I took Ron's place 
underneath, he took my place standing for Margot's mouth, and Geoff stayed in her 
butt. Pulling latex off, as the clock wound down, Geoff took his 
father's place at Margot's oral opening, and Margot took that short but 
telephone pole piece of Ron's meat up her tail somehow, slightly gasping but 
not fighting it when he entered her. Ten strokes or so later, he came, 
and the last switch of the night was called. An hour and and fifteen 
minutes had passed since we left the Averys.

The Teasleys were precious, both of them. They were both so shy that 
neither one of them wanted to make much eye contact, both looking down 
most of the time at the mats when we talked with them. Margot asked 
Nicole how their physical relationship began, and Nicole replied that when 
Jessica was a baby, she was very fussy, and she used to masturbated a 
lot just to make her feel good to quiet her down, and over the years it 
just progressed from there. She also mentioned without asking that she 
didn't know who exactly Jessica's father was, and Jess' knew that. 
Margot, taking charge, asked what their pleasure was, Nicole replying she 
mainly wanted cock, and Jessica wanted to play with Margot.

Having gotten and stayed maybe a little bit more excited that I should 
have or wanted to with the Grisoms but having come, my hard was still 
present and Nicole wasted no time covering my sucker up and pulling me 
down to her on top of her, becoming openly and unabasedly passionate 
with her. I felt the distinct feel of a tampon already pushed curled up 
inside her, bent around her cervix by Nick who had already been with her 
a while ago. I shot her a curious look, she smiled at me and gently 
nudged my ribs with a "get back to work, silly boy!" look in her eyes.

Jessica was all over Margot like white on rice. She ran her hands all 
over her body as they stood in front of each other, playing with, 
pulling, pinching, massaging, frigging every part of her body, like she was 
looking for a microdot hidden on one of Margot's few freckles with her 
bare hands. She literally but a little unintentionally hard pushed 
Margot down on the mats, then without exaggeration jumped her Margot's face, 
her tiny little crotch hitting Margot's face so hard it had to have had 
almost broken Margot's nose, with an "...aaaaeeeeyyaahhhh!!!..." cry as 
she did it.
"One of our hers and mine's favorite little games..." Nicole explained 
"...would you like to fuck my little Jess', Eric?..."
"....uhh...uhm, yes, Nicole, I will, but only if you want to, if you 
want me to..."
"....do you, you want to Eric?...it's okay, just be honest, say yes, or 
no, yes or no is fine..."
"Yes, Nicole, I would like to fuck your nine-year-old daughter, for my 
own pleasure..."
"Jessica...Jess-ss-ie...get off that woman and come over her, this nice 
man would like to fuck you..."

Nicole playfully pushed her daughter off Margot, pulled her over to her 
with a big hug, then laid her down between us. Flicking her head at me, 
she silently urged me to join her between her daughter's legs. She took 
my hand, curled all fingers but my index one, and easily pushed it 
inside that tiny perfect sweet but not-quite innocent vagina. I began 
slowly pumping my finger as Nicole licked the almost invisible pea of her 
daughter's clit. Jessica actually started to lubricate enough to feel, 
something a tad unusual since she was premenarche. I worked my middle 
finger inside her thanks to her natural lubrication, pulling them out to 
between their first and middle knuckles, trying to see and feel if 
Jessica's G-spot had developed yet, but could only maybe feel the 
ever-so-slight hardening of a less-than-pea-sized spot at around between the 
eleven and twelve o'clock position.

Nicole had me stand up, as they both double-sucked me, then she let 
Jess' just practice on me some, by herself. Reaching for Margot, she 
passionately kissed Margot as she talked dirty to her, telling her how 
incredibly nasty it was watching her daughter with a man, asking if Margot 
was turned on too, Margot not speaking but just nodding her head "yes" 
as Nicole continued her lip-and-tongue-lock of her.

Breaking her grip on Margot, she nudged her daughter aside, sucked me 
some, then layed her precious little nine-year-old down on the mats for 
me to fuck. Guiding me inside her, she directed Margot to lick my cock 
and Jessica's pussy while I fucked her, as she crawled around to the 
head of us, kissing her daughter with as much passion as any grown 
lesbian would kiss any other grown lesbian. That kiss. That kiss, that kiss. 
Not like I hadn't seen a whole lot of women kissing women and even 
women kissing girls sometimes this week. But, that precious kiss, 
unvarnished, unashamed, between a beautiful mother and her equally precious 
beauty of a young daughter, as Margot added to my and our stimulation as I 
fucked her without reservation. I came. Time was called. It was a 
little past midnight. Class over. Time for the models to go home.

Margot, Gwen, Keiko, and I walked arms-around-waists together back to 
our collectively shared room. Ms. Avery had gotten Keiko into a 
particularly hot scene together right there at the last, Keiko fisting her way 
past her wristbone, and despite having wiped off as best she could, 
still had a pink hand and wrist from Sarah Avery's very heavy 
peri-menopausal menstrual flow. I asked Keiko if she wanted me to finish licking 
her hand clean for her, Keiko playfully trying to kick me in the buttocks 
with a cross-legged kick behind me, a "nnnoooooo!!!, silly Eric!!!" 
being friendly laughed in my ear as we walked together back to our room.

The girls snacked down on the assortment of chips and dip and pretzels 
and nachos and everything I had requested and received a couple of days 
back. They sat stuffing their faces while watching some silly softcore 
porn movie on HBO. Talk about a busman's holiday driving a cab, for 
pete's sake. I was still a tad horny and wanted to fuck Margot and Gwen 
and Keiko, one or both or all three I didn't care, but they either 
pretended to or actually did want to ignore me right then, so I didn't push 
it. I put on my clothes, said "bye" to them, none of them even offering 
a wave bye-bye in recognition, and headed out, slightly pissed at being 
ignored.

I asked the guy at the security desk where I could get a beer this time 
of night, and he said that probably the only place in town open right 
now was the hotel bar. I told him "then that's where I'll be", hit the 
button, stomped my feet as I walked in, turned my private ninth floor 
elevator access key to the right, and was expressed immediately to the 
hotel lobby.

The bar was empty, save one very exhausted looking businessman in an 
expensive but very wrinkled from his hard day apparently business suit, 
him, and Libby, who was sitting at the bar four stools down from him, he 
being so tired that he didn't even bother to roll his eyes any at my 
not a ten but definitely close to nine long and leggy dishwaterblonde 
polykinetic bodywork instructor.

I told the bartender to give another of whatever she was having, it 
looked like a chickdrink like a Kaluha-and-Cream or something, and I 
ordered a Mick-and-Stollie boilermaker. Putting my hand gently on her 
shoulder, I asked her if she'd like to sit and talk some, over at a booth 
where we could have some privacy.

She sipped her Godawful-looking drink as I torpedoed my boilermaker. We 
talked about The Institute, about Doc, about Mrs. Doc, about how long 
she had been with them, etc. She mentioned that she started off as a 
bodyworker in Doc's practice, and that he had recruited her to be on his 
school staff when she wasn't seeing clients. I asked how many schools 
like this they had per year, and she said no more than one a month, 
sometimes only four or so per year, so as to not totally screwup their 
patient calendars. She also mentioned that she, Ferrum, Courtney, Jerry, and 
Hollis were five of the seven full-time bodyworkers on Doc's payroll, 
the other two running appointments during the week class was held. She 
asked about me just to be polite, I knowing with reasonable certainty 
she had already reviewed every possible scrap of personal info about my 
in my review files. I asked if she was straight, bi, or lesbian, and she 
admitted that when she first became a bodyworker three years ago, she 
considered herself to be straight with very mild bi tendencies, but now, 
after three years of non-stop wall-to-wall sexual embracings of both 
sexes on a day-to-day basis, she wasn't sure any longer. "Occupational 
hazard, I guess, Eric" she slightly whimpered.

I friendly touched under her chin, and she smiled at me. "I know one 
thing I never get enough of, though, Eric, and that's power exchange, 
like I tried to hint at you earlier about, but you didn't take, or catch 
the hint..."
"Yes, I did..." I protested harmlessly "....but you are my instructor, 
and I didn't know when and if, if ever, we could do anything about it, 
Libby..."
"...well, now we can, Eric My Prized Student, unless you're too 
tired..."
"oh, NO, I'm not too tired..." reassuring her quickly, my horns sensing 
a chance to be blunted soon "...I'm not tired if you're not tired..."
"...two things, Eric...if we do this, it changes nothing in class...I'm 
still your instructor there, got it?!?..." I nodding my head in a 
"oh-hell-yes" fury "...and secondly, I like my BDSM sex rough, and I do mean 
rough, as in hard-open-hand-slaps to anywhere on my body even my face 
but no closed-fist-punches, hair-pulling, tit pinching and grabbing, 
pussy grabbing, heavy workovers with paddles and whips and everything, 
just don't leave marks on me which the rest of the class can see tomorrow, 
and I really would need you to verbally dominate me totally, just take 
control and forcefully of me and the situation, virtually rape me, 
though I know you couldn't ever rape a fly in real life...if you can't or 
won't do it like I want, then some other time, no hard feelings..."
"Oh, Libby...oh Libby Oh Libby OH Libby...I can and will do like you 
want...no problem...but where?...my roomies are busy having a hen party 
in my room..."
"...there's a special sound-proof BDSM room just down from Doc's 
apartment".

Back up on the ninth floor, Libby slipped a paperkey to the lock and 
turned the handle, the green little bulb lighting up, and we were in. The 
door silently closing behind us, I sweetly kissed her, then grabbed her 
nice blouse, and just ripped it off of her with all the force I could, 
tearing it in the three places. Grabbing her bra, I snatched off her 
with one hard yank, those 36D's or whatever they were tits that I had 
seen so much and touched much more this past week slightly flopping down, 
my hands roughly slapping her breasts as she sucked in several breaths 
deep and hard. Telling her to unzip her skirt, it feel to the floor as 
I simultaneously ripped her panties off.

"How do want it?...BITCH?" I barked.
"Rough, Master...give it to me as rough as you want, Eric, My 
Master..."
"...you're a fucking whore and slut, you know that?, whore?..."
"...yes, Master, I'm your total slut and whore, I'm Eric's slut and 
whore..."
"...I don't know if a slut or whore can be raped, but I'm going to rape 
you right, you fucking pig of a cunt!!!..." I yelled to her face as she 
looked down at the floor in total obedience, I starting to really get a 
feel for my part if this pseudo-roleplaying.
"...yes, Master, I'm yours to rape or whatever you will...I'm Eric's 
slut to rape if he wishes..."
"...where are the toys kept in this bare-looking dungeon, pigslut?..."
"in the amoires behind you, Master".

I opened the tall cabinets to find a very interesting collection of 
BDSM toys, indeed. But my mood was more towards domination and control, 
not sadism. I picked out one thin leather-wrapped whip and one large 
dildo, but nothing else.
"Now, you slutty whore of a motherless sailor's bitchdog, you said you 
have a rape fantasy?, hhuuuuu??!!??, screw that, you weak-willed 
lily-livered cuntblood sucking pigdog of a peasant-fucking yak, screw that 
roll-playing shit, NOW you're really going to be raped!!!"

I threw her onto one of the two four-poster beds, pulled her on all 
fours, and began to mercilessly slap her ass, spicing it with flicks from 
the whip. I let my role play itself out.
"You're going to be raped now, you godless cumsucking old man's whore, 
and raped but good, and if you ever, ever whisper a word to Doc or the 
cops me raping you, I'll swear when I get out of prison I'll come back 
and carve you up like a cheap Christmas turkey, understand me, 
BITCH!!!" I yelled at her at the top of my lungs, being thankful for the 
soundproofing in the walls, hoping she didn't lie about that, she mumbling 
and crying now, I pulling her around to seriously slap her face three or 
four times hard, but not hard enough to leave bruises or handprints 
beyond tonight.

"Suck my cock like the asshole-licking slimecunt that you are!" I 
barked as I shoved my cock in her mouth while I mercilessly mauled her tits, 
her begging me to stop and to "please, Eric, don't rape me, DON'T rape 
me!!" just getting my role-playing juices that much hotter.

Shit, I was getting into the moment almost too much, pulled mentally 
just a tad, but not enough to break the mood. "Prepare to be raped and 
raped but good, you dogcock-licking slut born of some godless heathen 
bastard's daughter!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I pushed her 
around, whipping her back hard in several places enough to leave light 
cutmarks that the rest of the class might be able to see without meaning 
to cut into her flesh quite that hard, as I again slapped and slapped 
and slapped her ass hard, before just ramming my cock totally all the 
way into her asshole, no lubrication, no nothing, the friction of its 
unlubricated tightness making me all that much harder.

"AAAAYYEEEAAHHH!!!!..." Libby scream at the top of her lungs "....Eric, 
I'm not kidding now, you're really raping me now, stop, dammit, now, or 
I'll kick you out of class this instant, I'm not kidding now, stop 
raping this instant or I will call the cops, I SWEAR 
IT!....AHHHYEEAAHHHH!!!" she screamed again as I relentlessly "raped" her asshole, ignoring 
her words of then because of her earlier words that she wanted it that 
rough, that, and the face she didn't ask for and I didn't mention use of 
a safe word.

I shouted some more obscenities at her, questioned her ancestry and 
parentage and told her how low on the totem pole of worthless sluts and 
whores she was some more, she absolutely now threatening to kill me 
herself after I got out of prison for raping her, her protestations and 
faux-threats sending my passion through the roof, as it did hers.

When she came four or five flooding G-spot comes from my "rape" of her 
asshole, I knew she was done, started whipping her open and bare cunt 
while I assfucked her my one last bit, and filled her with more come 
than I thought I had in me after coming several times earlier that 
evening.

We collapsed on the bed, she mauled and with red palmprints on her ass 
and tits and two very light pinkish handprints on her face, her cunt 
with some light whipmarks, her back with a few that might not be 
completely gone by in the morning.
"Sorry about those slightly too-deep whipmarks on your back, Libby..." 
I apologized as we lay next to each other, facing each other, lightly 
petting and kissing.
"Oh, no problem, they're not that deep and there's just a few...even if 
they're not healed by in the morning, no one will say anything, dont' 
sweat it, my best Eric Student..." she cooed, gently reasserting our 
roles in our outside roles within the classroom, me not minding a'tall 
"...it's okay...how...how did you know that I wasn't serious, wasn't 
really going to call the cops on you?..."
"...because you told me exactly what you wanted, how and when and where 
you wanted it, and that's exactly what I gave you, Silly Libby, Silly 
Libby..." I cooed back we laughed together.
"...yes...yes, you did...I wanted to be raped, and you raped me..."
"...actually, my Dearest Slut Instructor, you didn't want to be 
raped...." she flashing me a look like "...damn, how did you know that?..."
"...you didn't want to be 'raped', Libby, you just wanted some rough 
sex but mainly you wanted someone else to be in charge, to take charge, 
because that's what you do all day, take charge, get things done, order 
students and staff around, and having a natural switch's nature like 
you told me you had, I knew you didn't really want to be raped, just like 
you told me earlier you knew I was incapable of actual rape, or you 
wouldn't have invited me up here tonight and given me carte blanche to 
take charge over you...

"...shut up, Eric...you know sometimes you talk too much?..." I nodding 
my head "yes" "...you're right, My Sweet Dom, and you handled it 
perfectly...thank you...THANK YOU, Eric, for giving me exactly what I wanted, 
instead of what I had asked for...now, tomorrow's another day of class, 
you better scoot, I gotta go home and feed my cat...g'night, My Sweet 
Dom..." she whispered to me as she put on a full-length labcoat from a 
selection in a closet I hadn't earlier seen, taking her skirt with her, 
the rest of her clothes being shredded and torn and useless, she 
backing out from the room, blowing me sweet kisses as she want. Back in my 
room, the tv on, the bed was covered in crumbs and half-eaten bites of 
chips and dips, and my three favorite classmates had dozed off in a 
semi-pile while sitting, Margot and Keiko both resting their heads on one 
each of Gwen's nicely-large breasts.




<b>
Chapter 11:
</b>
Wed., Day 5: A Level Playing Field





A slightly rising pisshard arouse my consciousness and elevating state 
of arousal. Craning my neck around to try to focus with sleep-glazed 
eyes on the alarm clock, the redletters shown "6:38". I was snuggled 
against Margot's back, who's head was still resting on Gwen's matronly tit, 
as Keiko used Gwen's other one similarly as a pillow. Erect but not 
really needing to piss right then, I worked the head of my cock easily 
into Margot, she waking up enough to protest with a classic "not now, 
Eric...my pussy's too sore", I easing it anyway, she not complaining 
further.

Just for the fun of it, to see if I could do it, I tried to do a 
"Maddy", a male version of one. Keeping my body absolutely still, I 
deliberately twitched and spasm'd and flexed my own inner PC muscle, making my 
cock twist and move and rise within Margot's innerflesh. She moved just 
a little, then smiled. After five minutes or so of closed-eye 
non-acknowledgment of my innocent pleasuring of her, she rolled her face over to 
mine, lightly kissed me, with a "that's nice....nice...keep it up".

We made love without moving for another ten minutes or so, Margot 
flexing her cunt around me as I flexed back, she nibbling and sucking on 
Gwen's nipple while she lazily massaged her boob. After the intense 
session with Libby last night, this was a pleasant cooldown. Gwen started 
waking up, nudged Keiko awake a bit, then promptly at seven, Hollis 
arrived in our room to give us our ritual morning wakeup call. Seeing our 
impromptu friendship pile, he asked if he could join in for a few moment. 
Gwen opened her legs for him and Margot and Keiko sucked her tits and 
played with her pussy and his cock as he did his Hollis-Slide atop her. 
I rolled off the bed to do my morning business in the bathroom, leaving 
the four of them for their fun. Getting out of the shower a bit later, 
Margot and Hollis came into the bathroom, asking if everything was 
alright, if I was angry or anything, I replying that "no, of course I 
wasn't, I just really had to take my morning piss and needed a shower", 
which was the total truth after my midnight unwashed sweatsession.

Hollis having left, my three cuntkateers and I got in a silly mood as 
we walked our daily thirty second and thirty pace commute from bedroom 
to classroom, doing some sort of impromptu Pythoni-ish arms-around-waist 
silly walk as we four abreast swung wide into the classroom. The buffet 
guys how addressed us all by name, having served us long enough during 
the week, with a "good morning, Mizz Margot, good morning Miss 
Gwen...etc.". We all sat down at our usual old places at our new roundtable. 
The room was quiet, eerily so. Some stuff had been moved around, some 
stuff is seemingly always moved in around prior to our coming to a given 
day's class, so nothing new there. I noticed a pile of clothing at each 
of our respective places at our desks, but didn't think much about it, 
just something else new for us to do. We were the first ones in class, 
and for a few minutes as we ate our eggs and bacon and bagels and such, 
not even a pindrop was heard, not in the room, not from outside in the 
hall. Eerie.

Libby came in next with her majordomo brood in tow, several reddish 
whip marks still visible on her back, visible reminders of her's and mine 
happy shining BDSM funtime last night, despite having tried to slightly 
cover the worse of them with some sort of body makeup. Then Nick and 
Surawan and Flo and Maddy. Flo wasn't wearing any panties and pad today, 
evidently she must have "stopped" last night. Maddy had an ear-to-ear 
possum-eating-shit grin on her face, but no one was so impolite as to 
ask why. Doc and Mrs. D. came in last, stopping to greet us all as a 
group, as we touched him and her back as they put their hands on our 
shoulders, asking how we were, if we had a good night's sleep, etcetera, 
being unusually personable for them.

Six middle-aged men, five white and one African-America, all 
immaculately and expensively dressed, well-groomed, looking like bankers or Wall 
Street-types, trailed in single-file behind The Docs, observing but not 
speaking to us. Doc got his usual coffee from the buffet table and the 
group of gentlemen helped themselves too, as they and Docs slowly 
walked to the back of the room. Doc didn't formally call the class to order. 
The wallclock now read eight-thirty-six, so we students eight gradually 
got up at our own pace, threw our trash into the open-top garbage can, 
and made our way to our usual seats, our piles of what looked like to 
be white and navy-blue full-length labcoats and some other stuff stacked 
in front of us.

Seeing we were waiting, an as-usual bucknaked Doc got up and leaning 
into the lectern, began his morning spiel. "Good morning, class..."
"Good morning, Teacher..." we chorused with friendly mocking sarcasm.
"Today, we're going to concentrate on working with male models on the 
problems of your typical single as in seeing the therapist status not 
marital or relationship'd-status male patient, that's what these kind 
gentlemen behind me, all of whom are ex-patients of my practice, are here 
for..."
"...because so, so much work of a female bodyworker's practice is going 
to be with men, the entire day is going to be devoted to practicing the 
main techniques she'll need to work with such patients..."
"...the three main concerns you'll see as female therapists are with 
male patients: one, erectile dysfunction, or the inability to achieve or 
adequately maintain an erection for sufficient amount of time to either 
achieve their own climax or intercourse' their partner to one; two, 
male orgasmic disorder, or the ability of the male patient to achieve 
satisfactory orgasmic response during sex; and three, premature 
ejaculation, or, the exact opposite response of male orgasmic disorder...the 
inability to control orgasmic response sufficiently long enough for his 
partner to climax at least fifty percent of the time..."

Doc talked on "...because most male patients will be homophobic about 
seeing a male therapist about solving these problems, except in a 
clinical situation where the patient and his wife are seeing a male-female 
therapist team to treat multiple problems, the good news for you studs, 
Eric, Nick, is that, unless you want to stay and observe, you're 
basically have the day off...", Nick and I shaking our heads silently "no" to 
the idea of killing the day in class when we could go play some 
Doc-sanctioned hookie.
"....also, because...and most of you didn't know this...Keiko's parents 
are partners in a professional practice, and for the past two years 
she's worked as a-yet-formally-trained apprentice to trained bodyworkers 
on their staff, including helping treat hundreds of cases in the areas 
we'll be covering today, so, Keiko, if you'd like the day off, you're 
granted that, I don't see how this workshop could teach you 
professionally anything you don't already know, but like Nick and Eric, you're 
welcome to stay and participate or just observe, or you may have the day 
off..."
"...thank you, Dr. Chaim, if you don't mind, I'll take the day off, 
thank you!" she gleefully exclaimed.

"...now, before we get started, and Nick, Eric, I do want you to stay 
and do one quick familiarization session on premature ejaculation before 
you leave, some other morning business..."
"...on your desks, as you can see, you have four specialized labcoats 
in your size, two each in navy blue and two white, plus a removable 
liner for each, plus four 'dickies' or turtle-neck-style pullover covers 
that cover your flesh from neck just above your breastline, the point of 
them being they're easier to put on and take-off and store than a 
full-sized blouse or shirt and cover the flesh exposed by the open front of 
the labcoats..."
"...the few times that you'll leave the confines of your professional 
office back home to see a patient elsewhere, at their home, in another 
medical setting, etc., you will wear a labcoat and dickey to those kind 
of appointments...'anyone tell me why we would do this, instead of just 
wearing streetclothes?...anyone?...yes, Gwen?..."

"Is it because the labcoats project a professional image, but more 
importantly, removing the usual layers of usual clothes in the presence of 
a client would imply a certain level of too-intimate intimacy and 
familiarity, would create an atmosphere for therapy that's more erotic than 
friendly clinical?"
"...very good, Gwen, and precisely correct...outside of your office, on 
their turf, it's important to maintain 'possession' as in principle 
thereof, and the shock of your nudity when it comes to that moment in that 
therapy session helps you maintain that control...now, if you'll open 
one of the packets that contains a blue coat..."

We all fished one out from its plastic wrap, the smell of newly minted 
fabric filling our airspace. Beside the pile of coats, I also noticed 
two golden name tags, both that said "Eric" in larger letters, and one 
in smaller letters "The Polykinetic Bodywork Institute", and on the 
other "Wake Family Therapy, Inc."

"...and, pick one of the light green or purple dickies to wear, you're 
going to have your ID's done in a moment...by the way, always keep your 
ID cards, both of them, one from which ID's you as being affiliated 
with PBI, and the other one which will show your employer's name, with you 
at all times...you will need these cards to access certain facilities 
at certain times, and they can also serve as a professional credential 
in certain situations...you'll need these ID's tomorrow when we do a 
couple of class field trips...please put on a dickey and a blue coat, and 
then go over to Libby who's manning the station".

Jerry and Libby had been scurrily setting up the white seamless 
backdrop in front of what looked like some sort of giant passport photo camera 
in the while that Doc had been speaking. I put my gold Institute 
nametag on, but Libby asked me to remove it for the photo. Fifteen minutes or 
so later, we were done, as Jerry, Hollis, and even the female krew 
members went busily about moving the beds and mats around, in one verse of 
an endless ritual of preparing for learning. The group of gentlemen had 
in the meanwhile undressed and were walking towards the middle of the 
room, towards the altar of polykinetic bodywork education.

Doc fetching myself, Nick, and Keiko, he lead us over to a pot-bellied 
but not fat model, his flab rolling over his beltline, with a 
"students, this is Doug...Doug suffered from severe premature ejaculation for 
decades before coming to us for treatment...after being cured, he can 
still mimic the symptoms for us, so Keiko, since you know more about the 
techniques for helping patients control their PE, please demonstrate for 
the class, then you two briefly repeat what she has shown you, then 
you're free to go" Doc  concluded.

Skipping the unneeded bonding ritual, K. got on the bed with Doug, 
felated him semi-hard, then as his cock began to twitch, grabbed his head 
firmly between thumb and forefinger, and not-so-gently but not painful 
squeezed.
"Keiko is using the old standard Masters & Johnson 'pressure 
technique'...do that another couple of times, Keiko, then also demonstrate the 
techniques of intermittent stimulation and of sensory refocus".

She finished her grab-and-hold's, then showed us how to, using 
non-continual stimuli with hands and mouth, how to bring forth an ever-growing 
erection, but how to sense an orgasmic platform building, and then back 
off, while still using enough stimulus to keep the erection firm. Then, 
she demonstrated the sensory refocus technique, which basically 
consisted of her, instead of breaking stimulation, of simply moving her 
stimulations of Doug to his nipples which she sucked, his inner thighs and 
anus which she licked and stroked, massaging his stomach, putting her tit 
in his mouth while playing around his anus, etc.

Doc had Nick and I do the pressure technique on Doug, then the other 
two. Satisfied that we could work with our female therapy partners using 
these techniques, Doc excused us and Keiko from class for the day, 
catty little whispers being underheard under whispered breaths from the 
cuntgallery. I thought about what I might want to do for the rest of the 
day, then realized I was damn near broke. I whispered in Doc's ear about 
getting an advance, remembering that Kim or Carol or one of them had 
promised to call and arrange it with him. "It's in an evelope in the 
hotel safe downstairs, Eric..." Doc whispered back to me "...just be sure 
to keep all your receipts..." I replying "yeah, yeah, whatever" modestly 
sarcastically, like he was my fucking denmother.

Sprinting to catch Keiko and Nick before they left the room, I asked 
them if they'd like to hang together for the rest of the day, asking what 
they'd like to do.
"I've got some things I really need to do this morning by myself, 
Eric...maybe later?" K. replied.
"And pardon me, old buddy, but I just want some time alone, some time 
to think...I'm going for a run...catch ya' later?

I dressed in gym clothes and went down to the hotel health club. 
Normally I work out about once a week, not a lot, but enough to make keeping 
my membership at the Hillsboro Street "Y" up to date. Being the middle 
of a weekday, the place was deserted. I worked the Stairmaster some, 
the stationary bike, and the NordicTrak. I really wanted to do some lifts 
on the freeweights, but lacking a spotter, didn't want to push it. A 
stacked blond with more muscles than I came in, picked a bar that had 120 
lbs locked into place, put her towel down on the weight bench, and 
started slo-mowing her reps. Being a gentleman, I walked over to her and 
asked if she wanted me to spot for her, and she said "sure". She did four 
sets of ten, then two sets of ten with the 220 lb bar, the later of 
which was greater than her total bodyweight by fifty pounds easy. We 
talked smalltalk as she got rid of her excess tension. I just casually 
mentioned that I was in town attending a seminar and had the day off, she 
said that she was traveling on business with her husband, they being from 
Toronto, and he would be seeing a big client all day in The Bronx. She 
spotted me my three each brackets on the 75 lb and 120 bars, then we 
ran in place beside each other on adjacent treadmills for about twenty 
minutes. Both of us achieving our aerobic goals for the day, she asked me 
point blank if I wanted to go back to her room. For the longest moment, 
I thought long and hard....very hard...but nah..."no, thanks..." I 
replied, kissing her on the cheek "...you seem very nice...and it would be 
fun...but thanks, but no, thanks" she kissing me back on the cheek with 
a "well, maybe next time".

It felt like I was starting to cramp up a bit in my legs and arms, so I 
went over to the rowing machine to do some easy pulls and gradually 
cool down. Through the room's giant bay window that faced into the woods 
behind the hotel, I saw Nick come up the jogging path which ran directly 
in front of it, waved at him, and he waved back. Coming into the health 
club area, he sat beside me on a stationary bike, slowly working it 
some, cooling down himself. He said he had done the entire trail, from the 
hotel down around through town and to the marina and back, and felt a 
hundred percent better, his head was clearer. I'm not one to do much 
alone, except kick back and watch tv or read or maybe listen to music. 
Asking Nick if he wanted to hang out some together, he complained about 
being broke, but I told him I had some more money waiting for me and it'd 
be my treat, we could do whatever the hell we felt like. Nick said he 
just wanted to get away from cunts for a while. I asked if he wanted to 
find a sportsbar somewhere and just go shoot some pool or something.

We went back to our rooms to shower and met back in the lobby half an 
hour later. I asked the desk clerk about my envelope, and sure enough, 
it contained ten fifties and twenty-five twenties. I asked where the 
bellman where the nearest decent sportsbar was, and he replied there 
wasn't one in town, the nearest being in the neighboring town of Macarthur, 
about fifteen miles and thirty minutes away. Asking him to call a cab 
for us, he replied that as ninth-floor guests, we could have the hotel 
van shuttle us there, if we didn't care, and take a cab back later or 
call and have the bus come pick us up, whichever we preferred to do.

We nursed our beers, Mic for me and Bud for Nick, as we knocked the 
balls around on a decent table, a tournament-sized Brunswick Gold Crown at 
Rudy's Sport Bar & Tavern in what passed for the two-block section of 
downtown Macarthur, NY. Munching on orders of skins and nachos, we a lot 
of the time were quiet, talking about everything but the school when we 
weren't. A small lunchtime crowd of suits filtered in and out over the 
lunch hour, we ignoring them as they ignored us, they being all locals 
apparently, we not. As the crowd of pinstripes left us to our own 
silences once again, the talk, as it inevitably would anyway, turned to 
school.

"I never thought I could get actually start becoming numb to sex, but I 
am, some, Nick...this blond who was in the health club earlier before 
you came in wanted me to go back to her room with her after we worked 
out, but I turned her down, because...because it felt like, I dunno...it 
felt like one those 'here we go again''s, know whaddImean?..."
"Yeaz, I do, Eric...Surawan's been damned-near insatiable with me at 
night...an' I mean, she's nice and all, and she and I have had lots of 
sex with Flo and Maddy like you've got your own little harem with Margot 
and Gwen and K', but damn, man, fuck all day during class and then they 
want you to fuck all night, too?..."
"...I think Margot's becoming a little numb to it all..." I replied 
"...but Gwen and Keiko are like two little lesbian peas in a pod, they 
can't keep their hands off each other, but it is fun with them, all three 
of them..."
".....yeah..."
"...yeah..."

I finished off the nine and Nick began to rerack the balls. A long, 
very pregnant silence insued. "Hey, Nick...."
"Yeah, Erwic?..."
"...how do you really feel about the guy-guy stuff we've had to do, 
with each other and Jer' and Hol' and all?..."
"...well, like I said that other time, I know it's going to be part of 
my job, however small a part that might be..."

Another protracted silence as he collected his thoughts, then he spoke 
once more. "Yah, know, Eric..."
"What, Nick?"
"We've fooled around as part of our class assignments, but...but...I 
can't help but think..."
"....think what, Nick?..." asking, but knowing what he was going to 
probably say before he said it.
"...you and I 'done everything with the girls that guys could possibly 
do to them, and we've fooled around in class, but...but we haven't done 
the one thing together that we've done to all them..."
"...what Doc did to me..."
"...exactly...and I dunno, Eric, 'bud...it feels like I'm bonded to the 
girls to the third degree, but only to you because of what you and I 
ain't done, to the second degree....knowwhadImean?..."
"...yeah, I know what you mean..." I replied with a quiet but 
unintentional sigh coming from lips "...of course, we can, if you want, it'd be 
fine with me..."
"....but only if you really want to, Eric, old bud'..."
"....yeah, I guess I want to, Nick, if you want to...sure, let's finish 
our beers and I'll call us a cab to go back home".

We drove back in the cab to Roslyn Harbour Inn, he in the frontseat, me 
in the back, silently. From the lobby, I saw Keiko dressed in a tight, 
black leather miniskirt, sipping on a drink. I nudged Nick and we 
walked up behind her, putting a hand each on each of her shoulders, shocking 
the living shit out of her, she not having heard us sneak up behind 
her, knocking her Bloody Mary over as she jumped up off the barstool, I 
mock scolding her with a "Keiko, Keiko, Keiko...what are we going to do 
with you, young lady!, drinking at a bar at age eighteen!", she putting 
her finger to her lips with an equally mock "ssshhhhh!", the bartender 
quietly chuckling at us all, not caring one wit about our nonsense.

Without asking, she told us that she had taken the train into town this 
morning to go look at an antique diamond-encrusted bracelet that Harry 
Winston Jewelers had that her mother was thinking of buying but wanted 
her to look at it first in person before okaying the purchase, and then 
had stopped by Paul & Eddy's boutique to buy a couple of the new 
rave-style dresses, showing us her full shopping bag. "I honestly thought 
we'd have more free time than we've had, guys...nothing but fuck, fuck, 
fuck, suck, suck, suck..." Nick and I just cracking up at that one.

Nick mentioned we had worked out and then went to Macarthur to shoot 
some pool, and had come back to fool around some with each other. Looking 
at Nick to make sure it was okay with him, I asked her if she wanted to 
join us, "sure" she said.

We all three stuck our heads through the classroom's door out of 
curiosity. Margot and all were busily either fucking or sucking their male 
model partners as they practiced their exercises, Libby and The Team 
watching over each session individually, Doc and Mrs. Doc working the room 
as floaters. We three went back to my room, where the beds had been 
pushed together to make a larger one.

Our clothes hitting the floor, K. leaned into suck me, I leaned to suck 
Nick, and Nick's mouth found Keiko's cunt. Just three friends doing 
each other. I wanted to fuck K., so she rolled me over and crawled on top, 
Nick licking my cock and her cuntlips as we fucked. Keiko then said she 
wanted a double-fuck, not a double vaginal-anal penetration, but a true 
double-fuck in her pussy. Nick and I both exchanged "well, she's as 
tight as straw, but she did get fisted out the ying-yang yesterday" 
glances, and shrugged our shoulder in a "sure, why not?" motion. As she rode 
me, I could feel her tenting her vagina as best she could, making room 
for Nick as his dick slipped inside her with mine kneeling from behind, 
our cocks rubbing together like some pre-adolescent jackfest. Keiko 
closed her eyes, started rocking back and forth, began moaning, and then 
her fists lightly but firmly tapped my chest. I knew she was getting 
ready to blow, and she did, in three successive orgasms of increasing 
intensity. Falling off between our sandwich, she crumpled on to the bed. We 
snuggled beside her, kissing and petting her, while also playing each 
other's cocks. I scooted off the bed for a second and came back with 
some condoms and KY fetched from my gearbag.

I stood up and Nick sucked me as he sat on the edge of the bed, K. off 
to one side catching forty winks, ignoring us. He then rolled a condom 
on me and handed me the 'Y, kneeling on all fours on the bed, waiting 
for me. I entered him easily but not quickly, trying as best to make 
love to his and his ass not just fuck him. He purred like a chick 
underneath me as we bonded that Spartan-Bond, two ancient Greek soldiers 
normally straighter than the arrows they would shoot from their quivers but 
who in high-stress combat situations would easily and without 
reservation physically bond to one another in male-male contact ways, the school 
not being a combat situation but definitely being a high-stress one 
that Nick and I shared exponentially together. Having held my come through 
Keiko's fucking, I just grabbed his asscheeks and pulled him tighter to 
me, filling my condom full of my jism that was meant for him, he 
feeling my cock pulse and spasm inside his anus. Resting a moment together, 
we put our arms around each other and kind of hugged, but didn't kiss. 
We're not faggots, you know. Asking if I was ready, I replied asking me 
if he'd fuck me from the side instead, he replying "sure, that'll be 
fine...my knees are tired, anyway". Nick played with my softening cock as 
he screwed me from the back, his chest to my back. "Well..." I thought 
silently "...at least I know what it feels like to be a girl and get 
fucked this way, now". He didn't hold back and quickly came inside me, 
pulling out, throwing his condom towards the trashcan beside the 
nightstand. I snuggled closer to Keiko as she dozed, and Nick snuggled close to 
me.

The Two Clitkateers came in from class sometime after that, Margot 
waking me up as I snored between Nick and Keiko by tickling my feet, a 
sweet but unvarnished "...privileged characters..." bit of sarcasm being 
directed at me. Gwen and Margot both looked like if they had to see or 
play with one more cock today, it would time for butcherknives to come 
out to play. Margot snuggled in between me and Keiko, Gwen finding room 
on the other side of her. "Just hold me, Eric..." Margot implored 
"...just hold me".

Nick woke up an hour or so later, finding Margot between he and I, 
nudged me in the ribs lightly, told me that he really enjoyed today and 
would see me tomorrow in class, making his exit from our room. His getting 
up roused my sweeties to a lighter slumber, and about another hour 
later they finally stretched and yawned their way to consciousness. Call it 
condition, re-conditioning, conditional expectations, call it whatever 
you want, but I wanted more sex then. But my majority actions and 
minority words were met by kind but sincere words of protests, all of them 
bitching and moaning only half-kiddingly right then about not wanting to 
see or manipulate another cock as long as they lived, moderated with 
some "we love you, Eric..." and "maybe, maybe later" 's.

Asking who was hungry and stating that I was buying, three hands shot 
up. Gwen said that she was in a mood for chicken, fried chicken. I 
really wanted to treat them to Mom's and that glorious dining experience 
that Nick and I had stumbled into the other night, but once Gwen suggested 
chicken, then Margot said KFC, and Keiko supra-majority outvoted me. I 
don't like, but can eat, fried chicken. Getting dressed, Margot told 
the guy at the elevator's security desk that we wanted to find a KFC, 
asking where the closest one was, he replying out on the highway two exits 
down, she being nice asking could we bring him anything back, he a 
little surprisingly saying yes, would we mind bringing him a three piece 
meal with all whitemeat.

Taking the hotel shuttle there and back, we got one 15-piece bucket 
each of white and dark regular plus a mixed bucket of extra crispy, along 
with six side orders of creamed potatoes, gravy, two dozen biscuits, 
slaw, and mixed greens, and baked beans. It was not going to be a silent 
night. Buying our friendly van driver dinner too, he and his shift 
replacement having shuttled us all over the past few days, he thanked us, 
as we went back upstairs. Gwen going to fetch a couple of Pepsis from 
our well-stocked kitchenette fridge, we talked with the desk guard some, 
inviting him to join us for dinner, but he had to decline, said he 
could get fired if he left his post for more than a quick bathroom break.

While food had always been nearly as important to me as sex, it was 
obvious to us all that food was becoming an antidote, a counter-balance to 
all the sex in our now routine daily lives, a way of balancing the 
exterior of continual sexual stimulation by the intaking of physical 
sensuous memoryharkers. In a pile of live bodies and dead fried chickens, we 
gorged ourselves as we sat naked on our bed together, licking the 
flavored grease stains from each other's fingers and breasts and nipples and 
chest and legs in a child-like but not child-ish delight of sharing 
good food with good friends, the bedsheet becoming one large 
ever-increasing grease stain underneath us but no one caring, that being what the 
housekeeping staff and clean sheets every morning were for. Keiko clicked 
on the tv while we ate and found some softcore shit on HBO, much to the 
vocalized moans of the rest of us. Margot and I started feeding each 
other, first bites of mashed potatoes and gravy, then pulled bits of 
chicken, then bites taken from each other's mouths and shared with a kiss, 
passing of food and sustenance and yes small-l love from and to each 
other, K. and Gwen doing the same by our example, then all four of us 
creating the ultimate in group foodkisses. The buckets of burnt 
poultryflesh now empty, the sharing of foodkisses bringing our deadend and muted 
passions back to life, my girls pushed me on my back, covered my chest 
in what was left of the mashed potatoes, and licked me clean.

"I told everyone how you fucked me this morning, fucking without 
moving..." Margot blurted.
"You dee-ahhd?..." I replied with mock surprise and slurred accent.
"Uh-hu...and now, Eric, everyone of us wants to experience what you 
gave me..."
"But I go first..." Gwen replied.

Gwen and I lay down in our giant greasestain on the bed, her back to 
me, my cock poking inside her. Refueled from the deadwhitemeat and 
refreshed from playful passions rising, my PC muscles popped and twisted and 
spasmed my cock inside her, Gwen cooing "oouuuuhhhhhaaahhh!" a couple 
of times without making a too-exaggerated fuss. My chest to her back, 
Keiko spread Gwen's legs and joined her tongue at our point of 
connection, even she commenting she could see my working my cock without moving 
and feel its movements on her tongue. Margot held me close as she 
snuggled to my back, leaning over to kiss me. Fifteen or twenty minutes or so 
passed. Gwen was enjoying it, but unlike Maddy's totally talented cunt, 
I couldn't do much more than I was doing then, couldn't really cause 
enough displacement-type movements without moving to cause orgasms to 
either Gwen or myself. Keiko said she wanted to try it, so she and Gwen 
switched places, as Margot rolled to the foot of the bed to find Gwen's 
cunt and give her some head.

Keiko seemed to enjoy it but also seemed a little bored by it. Margot 
called her turn, and rolled me on my back, astriding me, to take it. 
Gwen and Keiko got on either side of us and roamed their hands and tongues 
all over us. My cock just rotated like drill inside Margot's pussy as 
our friends and classmates enveloped us with their physical energy. 
Margot didn't move an inch. I didn't either. My cock was definitely moving 
all over the place inside her. It was great. But without some movement 
for friction to me and pudendal pressure for her, anything over a 
little, tiny orgasm was going to be impossible.

I lined them up three abreast on all fours, Margot in the middle, and 
as I duckwalked up and down my personal row of eager and willing 
pussies, fucking each one for thirty second to a minute before moving on the 
next one. Even in this school atmosphere of ever-increasing jade-endness 
about sex and matters sexual, the sight of My Three Cunts gaping and 
waiting for me really did push a hotbutton inside me. After thirty-five 
minutes or so, my knees were really starting to feel it, so I shoved my 
well-slicked cock from cuntjuices up Margot's ass, and broke my load 
inside her. She rolled me over, sucked me clean, and shared a kiss with 
me, tasting like chicken not asshole lucky for me, Gwen and Keiko 
joining our kiss. I was pooped. Gwen sucked me some as Margot and K. kissed 
me, but nothing. For the first time that week, nothing. I knew nothing 
was wrong with me, I just was come'd out, finally, for the first time 
since school started. Actually, it was no big deal. They didn't make a 
big deal out of it, and neither did they. Propping a couple of pillows 
next to the headboard, I just lay back and watched my girls do each other 
some more, my eyes half-closing. Feeling sleepy, I stumbled into the 
bathroom, took my MascuStat, took a piss, took a small shit and a shorter 
shower, then stumbled back into bed with them. Gwen was fucking Margot 
with her strap-on dildo from her gearbag, as Margot sucked another 
strap-on being worn by Keiko. They stopped for a second, tried to revive my 
still-sagging cock, but having no luck, kissed me then went back to 
their own private dildohood. My eyes closed to the sight of my Margot 
getting DP'd by Gwen and K., a wonderful sight it was. I dreamed a dream of 
loaves and fishes, of chickens and potatoes feeding the masses of my 
conscious desires. Feeling someone tickling my ribs, my eyes opened to a 
Ferrum groping us all, with a "c'mon, sleepyheads, big day today, field 
trips, get on up, long day ahead, get on up..."



<b>
Chapter 12:
</b>
Thursday, Day 6: Field Trip, Pt. 1;  The Statue Of Liberty, 
and The Retirement Home




Margot stirred a bit as Ferrum playfully grabbed at her boobs before 
touchfrigging Gwen and Keikkie to rouse them from their 
food-and-sex-induced slumber. Margot smiled as she rose to kiss Ferrum, inviting her to 
stay for a while, Fer' shaking her head "no, thanks", Margot insisting 
she stay a while with a "Eric showed us something he can do with his 
buddy last night that you simply have to feel to believe". I wanted to 
speak up and give Maddy the credit for inspiring me to do so, not having 
thought of doing it before Maddy did her version of it to me the other 
day, but I just smiled and kissed Ferrum with "you'll enjoy it, 
promise!".

Needing to take a piss but taking advantage of my backpressure to 
increase my own pleasure, I entered Ferrum from the side, my chest to her 
back, as Margot sucked on her breasts and kissed her as she faced her 
chest-to-chest. Ferrum's eyes got as big as saucers once I began my 
flexing and popping of my cock inside her as I lay motionless next to her, my 
hand lazily reaching over and around to sweetly part tickle her clit. 
She craned her neck around to make deeper eye contact with me, and to 
see if what I was doing wasn't some sort of trick. My eyes just caressed 
her face with the love of one friend to another, a student's love of a 
mentor and teacher. Somehow feeling new penile muscles starting to come 
into play, easy diagonal spasmodic waves twisted my cock inside her, 
displacing her formed vaginal tent. "Damn"..."Damn", she repeated a few 
times.

Fifteen or so minutes passed. Ferrum relaxed more in mine and Margot's 
arms, Marggie's tongue now resting firmly on Fer's clit as I fucked 
without moving, and she allowed herself a couple of smallish orgasms. The 
refractory phase of her orgasms clinched my cock tighter. I had to take 
a piss, and I wanted a come. Feeling a bit looser for some reason now 
than I had all week, I whispered a little something in Ferrum's ear, and 
she nodded "yes".

Don't ask me why this popped in my head, I have no clue. Ferrum and I 
and Margot all squeezed in the shower together, Ferrum leaning forward 
into Margot for balance, as I fucked her from the rear standing up, as 
the hot water hit mostly me and splattered around the stall some, barely 
wetting my cuntmates. A few pumps, and I just let it rip, actually one 
nice big and then a smaller come right behind it. Then, I pissed 
insider her, my backpressured urine giving Ferrum a uric acid douche. Again, 
I have no clue as to why I wanted to do that, that way, the thought of 
so-called watersports never having crossed my mind as being erotic to 
me before, but it felt like it might be fun to do, and it was. The 
unique sensation train of two comes plus what felt like a piss-come for lack 
of a better term felt really, really nice. I darted out of the shower 
to get a douche, Margot douching our sexmate, so the smell of my 
masculine scentmarking of Ferrum wouldn't be noticeable to the rest of the 
class, hopefully.

The usual beforeclass breakfast bar was layed out for us when we 
wandered into the classroom a few minutes before eight a short while later. 
Per usual, the stuff, the desks and mats and beds and all, had been 
scooted around different again, the perpetual furniture jigsaw puzzle. 
Being the first ones there, Ferrum played with my cock again as she sat to 
one side of me Margot on the other, getting me hard again. She smiled, 
and I knew what she wanted, shaking my head "no". She gave me this 
pitiful hang-dog look, and I smiled as she scooted over and atop my lap, my 
cock entering her as she sat in my lap and we shared our breakfast 
together. The regular uniformed hotel employee who had been behind the 
buffet line most days turned to watch us, his expression not changing as he 
watched us fuck without fucking. My cock pistoned inside her as my 
breathing remained constant. Pressing her lips to mine, she shoved a 
half-eaten bit of sausage patty deep inside my mouth, I chewed on it and her 
tongue for a few seconds, then swallowed. She shuddered a shudder of 
passion release accidental, then came a little G-spot come on my lap. 
"Gee, thanks a lot, Fer', I needed another bath this morning" I sweetly 
sarcastically cooed to her. We kissed deeply as the rest of our 
classmates wandered in together.

Nick and Surry playfully asked what we were doing, and we both just 
smiled back them. Maddy shot me a grin of recognition of knowing exactly 
what I was doing to Ferrum. Flo, having gone through the buffet, stopped 
to kiss Ferrum before sitting down next to her.

I tried to eat between kisses and cockpops, and tried to shift my 
weight to hint that I wanted her off me, but she didn't budge. Doc and Mrs. 
Doc wandered in last as the clock read eight-twenty-four. Seeing what 
we were doing, with pleasant expression indicating harmless sarcasm, Doc 
shook his finger at us, with a "tick, tick, tick, tick" clicking of his 
tongue at us in mock disapproval. Walking over to us, Doc asked us in 
friendly but serious tone what we were doing. Ferrum told Doc that I was 
fucking her without moving. Doc gave us both a silent look of mild 
disbelief, but it was Ferrum, one of his employees and assistant teachers, 
that was saying that, not me. Doc asked me with all the nonchalantness 
of asking a maid if she'd also mind doing a bit of laundry if I'd do 
what I was doing to Ferrum to Mrs. Chaim, Mrs. Doc. Surprised a bit, I 
replied "sure", Doc telling the rest of the class to continue on with 
their breakfast.

Ferrum and I pushed a couple of the old hospital beds together for make 
a larger one, Mrs. Doc joining us atop. She was so too dry as I tried 
to enter her as I crawled on top, it was a seventy-plus year-old pussy I 
was trying to enter with no foreplay afterall. Doc stopped us for a 
second, lubricated me with KY, and I entered her, Doc needlessly urging me 
to do what I had just been doing to Ferrum to Mrs. Doc. As I cradled 
the old sagging bag of flesh and bones which was Dr./Mrs. Helen Chaim in 
my arms as I lay on top of her, my cock corkscrewing and shifting 
displacement and backing and thrusting forward slightly without benefit of 
movement from the rest of my body to which it was attached, that look of 
amazement and wonder, that look which said to all who could see "oh, my 
God, what is this?!?...what the hell is doing to 
me?...ahhhhh...nice..." projected from her ever-widening eyes to mine and 
then to Doc's, she mouthing silent words I couldn't lipread to her 
past-Golden-Anniversary'd husband.

She nor Doc said quit, so I just relaxed and let my cock please me. 
Actually, for a seven-decades-plus lovetunnel, Mrs. Doc was a pretty good 
fuck. Ferrum played and sucked one breast as Doc did the other. Her 
breathing got deeper and shallower, then she came, sucking air in hard, 
the feel of her racing heart inside her chest being felt my mine as I 
pulled  her close to me, kissing those wrinkled puckers of oral lips. I 
still hadn't moved a quarter inch since my fuck of her began.

Doc handed me a condom and a bottle of Probe, telling me he wanted to 
feel what I was doing for himself. Jesus, the things I get into. I 
sighed a sigh that half-non-verbally told him that I really wished I didn't 
have to do it, but he ignored my semi-silent plea.

Getting on all four before me, I entered Doc's butt with an easy ho-hum 
whocares. My semi-closed right hand found my open mouth as I yawned a 
very public gesture of a yawn, telling the rest of the class who had now 
gathered around to watch what was going on that I was only doing what 
Doc had told me to do, that it wasn't anything I had wanted to or wished 
to do. Concentrating on my base muscles at my scrotal wye between cock 
and balls, I got my condomed cock to corkscrew Doc really good, like a 
wild boar hog doing some timeless act of dominance over another boar 
hog. Then I got it to flex sideways more than before, showing Doc how 
much control over it I really had, making ol' Doc, who I suspect has had 
more than a handful of other cocks up his ass over the years, wince and 
grab the sheets in either real or mock pleasure or pain. Then I made it 
piston in-and-out some, again Doc sucking air, as I remained motionless 
and bored behind him. Just doing what I had been told to do. After 
that, he raised up and told me I could finish in him or someone else. I 
told him I'd rather finish with someone else. Doc told me to pick anyone I 
wanted.

Calling Surawan up to our bed, Doc addressed her and the class.

"Surawan, please fellate me until I orgasm..." Surry bending down to 
him as he leaned back against the headboard. I called Flo up to help me 
finish.
"...class, this is an important lesson...while this started originally 
because I wanted to ascertain an apparently unique talent that Eric 
has..."

"Actually, Doc, I didn't know I had it, until a couple of days ago, 
when Maddy showed me her similar talent, and I discovered I could respond 
in kind..." I replied, Doc shooting a half-mean look of "shut up, 
dammit, I'm talking!".

"...as I was saying, while this started off as a clinical experiment, 
I'm now highly libidnized, and while Mrs. Chaim and I could make love, I 
have all you wonderful students to pick from, to satisfy myself...my 
point is this, as is in "The Manual Of Therapeutic Bodywork", and that I 
and your instructors have tried to teach you this past week but which 
some of you still don't quite grasp, as bodyworkers, you stay sexualized 
twenty-four hours a day, and, as long as it's not contraindicated in a 
patient's prescriptive treatment, having consensual sex with whomever 
as you like is not only okay, it's actually proactively prophylactically 
indicated for each of you, it's proactively indicated to help you 
maintain your own emotional health and well-being..." he babbled on as 
Surawan continued her suck of him.

"...virtually everyone here enjoys being sexual with everyone else, and 
it really pleased me that when I came in that Eric had broken the ice 
and was sexualizing Ferrum for their fun of it as they ate breakfast, so 
please, class, unless we're in a lesson together, you all have totally 
sexualized each other anyway by now, feel free to be openly sexual at 
any and all times...now, Eric, please finish with Flo, and let me finish 
with Surawan, hurry, class needs to start."

Mrs. Doc began eating Surry's cunt from behind as she knelt between 
Doc's legs as he lay back against the headboard. I lay back against the 
adjacent headboard, and Flo crawled atop me. Soon, the rest of the class 
had somehow joined the four of us on the beds pushed together, like 
some sort of bizarro telephone booth-cramming mirror exercise. I felt Nick 
enter Flo's ass from the rear as my cock displace her vaginal space. 
Kissing her and playing with her breasts, Margot joined us, then Keiko 
too. Gwen and Maddy joined Doc and Surawan and Mrs. Doc.

I heard Doc half-whisper something to Maddy, and she climbed on top of 
him. Fucking him without moving, that being his apparent order to her, 
Doc got this look of total shock and surprise on his face, like he had 
never been fucked before, or at least fucked that way before, his face 
showing me what mine had probably looked like when Maddy had sprung 
that troop of Chinese acrobats that lived inside her pussy on me the other 
day. The Doc stared up at the ceiling, tilting his head back, grabbed 
the sheets, and without thinking, our little Jewish teacher belied his 
religion and yelled loudly but not meaning to "Jesus Christ!", the rest 
of us just snickering at first and then openly laughing, Doc realizing 
what he had said when Maddy's non-moving clutching cunt had sucked a 
huge unintended orgasm out of him.

Our impromptu mini-orgy being over, we wandered over to our desks a few 
feet in front of us, as Maddy walked over to me and hit me hard, not 
playfully, in the arm, fussing at me, screeching at me that I had 
betrayed her, betrayed her secret. Doc and Mrs. D. quickly came over, grabbed 
each of us by the arm, and walked us both quickly back to their 
apartment at the end of the hall. Maddy explained that before me, she had 
showed her "talent" to only two other men, and she felt really betrayed 
that I had blurted out that she had this cunttalent that was equal but 
better to the cocktalent she had helped me discover the other day when she 
and I were making love. Doc and Mrs. left the room for a moment, then 
came back in.

"Maddy..." Doc began "...I know that Eric thinks the world of you, and 
I know he didn't mean to betray any confidence of any kind with you, 
you wouldn't do that, would you, Eric?..." I shaking my head "no", "...he 
just let something slip in the weakness of the moment, but it's good 
that he did...", Maddy shooting him a puzzled and slightly angry look.
"...Maddy, you're in training to become a professional bodyworker, 
which means a professional sex worker for all intents and purposes...this 
means you'll be having sex on a daily basis with a wide variety of men 
and women..."
"I know what it means, Dr. Chaim" Maddy hissed back.

"...with such a specialized talent such as your vaginal muscles 
possess, Maddy, I'm glad we found out about it...it means that you can 
achieve a certain level of success, just like Eric can with his also unique 
penile muscle control, neither of which I've run across to the extent that 
both of have in all my years in therapeutic practice, by the way, yes, 
I've run across similar talents but nothing to these extents, it's like 
comparing apples and oranges from what you two have to what's been 
documented in the scientific sexological literature, we'll talk more about 
this at a later time..."

"...Maddy, I want you to forgive Eric for letting your secret out, and 
I want you to forgive me for ordering you to demonstrate it on me, but 
for clinical reasons, I had to see for myself, just like I had to see 
what Eric's penile control was like for myself..do you forgive Eric and 
usssss?" Doc concluded.

"I guess...I guess, so..." long pause "...yeah, I forgive you, Dr. 
Chaim, and I forgive Eric too, he is my friend..." she said smiling at me 
"...and now that the cat's out of the bag, I know I'll have to use this 
as a tool to help my patients, won't I?..."
"...yes, Maddy, you will..." Mrs. Doc interjected "...just like Eric 
will in his case, asshhhss wheellll".
"We'll discuss this more, later...now, let's get back to class...we 
have a long day ahead of us".

Everyone stared at us as we walked back in, turning around in their 
chairs as they sat waiting for Doc and us. Doc took his usual place behind 
the lectern, telling the rest of the class that there wasn't a problem, 
that Maddy and I had some unique talents, and for those in the class 
who hadn't enjoyed tasting the sweet fruits of our talents, to please 
approach us at another time to do so. Somehow, it felt like we were in 
Bodywork Highschool, and Doc, The Principal, had named us Homecoming Queen 
& King.

Jerry came in with our new ID's, passing them out, as Hollis followed 
behind him with a sign-off sheet that we initialed to acknowledge 
receipt of them.

"Class..." Doc began "...these are your new ID's, one that identifies 
you as being an employee of the practice where you work, the other as 
being an Associate of PBI...guard these ID's with all due force, 
everything but your life...if for any reason you lose one or both for any 
reason what at all, you must immediately contact both your employer and the 
main number for PBI, even before you call the police, in case of a 
robbery or theft for example..."

"...anyway, today is a field day, where we'll all go out and have some 
fun and do some therapeutic healing and help some patients that need 
help and learn some new things, too...our first stop will be at a 
retirement home complex, where we'll work with some elderly patients...while 
bodywork patients over the age of sixty-five were virtually unheard of 
just ten years ago, with the aging of the middle part of the Baby Boomer 
generation, geriatric patients are becoming more and more frequent 
requesters of professional sex therapy services, and therefor, are becoming 
an increasingly larger percentage of the patient demographic within 
some practices...older patients offer unique circumstances and different 
paradigms of treatment modalities than younger ones..."

"You ain't old, Doc..." Nick cracked "...you fuck like a 
twenty-year-old!", we all breaking down laughing at Nick's truly true observation, 
even Doc and Mrs. D. snickering at what Nick had joked.

"...in any case, aahhhehheemmm, becoming comfortable with and around 
geriatric patients is essential for you all, since anywhere from five to 
ten percent of your patients might be such within your practice 
calendars..."
"...in a similar vein, the second part of the day will be a field trip 
to an assisted-living complex, where all of the residents suffer from 
one kind of condition or injury that requires the assistance of staff 
members to function on a daily basis, in other words, most of them are in 
wheelchairs or similar and need the help of staff to live a happy and 
productive life..."

"...even five years ago, a paraplegic bodywork patient was virtually 
unheard of in any practice, but with the gwwwwoooiwwing movements of 
liberations and rights for all minority groups of awwwlll kinds, the 
passage of the American With Disabilities Act for example a couple of years 
back, just as women as a majority but culturally repressed population 
are demanding not just recognition but the right to treatment for all 
kinds of dysfunctions and conditions, not just those that society deems 
socially acceptable for them to have, handicapped people like older 
people are demanding their basic human rights to include treatment for all 
medical conditions, both groups becoming militant in demanding 
recognition that they are sexual beings, even when society tries to tell them 
they aren't or shwwwouldn't be...sorry, didn't mean to get so wound 
up..." Doc paused to a light smattering of sincere polite applause from us 
all

"...anyway, please take your labcoats, ID's and name tags back to your 
rooms to dress..." Doc picking up a labcoat from in front of Gwen to 
show us "..., ladies, you can and I suggest you put on pantyhose and of 
course shoes but no panties or bras please, gentlemen please put on some 
pants and shoes too of course but no shirts, affix your PBI ID nametag 
1" above the left breast-pocket, and hang your PBI ID card on the 
outside of the coat...and, don't forget of course not wear anything else 
under your coats, do put a one of the liners in, it might be a bit cold of 
a waahhllk from the van to the buildings, oh and wear your navy blue 
one, do remember to put a dickey on so no one can admire your bare 
breasts or chest, and..." pausing if he lost his train of thought for a 
second "...do douche and enema before dressing, then we'll all met in the 
hotel bar in one half-hour".

Walking back to our rooms coats and stuff under our arms, we four 
sexkateers, Gwen and Keiko and Maddy and I, Maddy caught up with us in the 
hall, and gave me a one-arm hug and kiss on the cheek, apologizing to 
me, I replying that things were cool, that her apology wasn't necessary. 
Margot The Bold asked what kind of "special talent" Maddy had to 
Maddy's face, Maddy grabbing her hand, shoving it up her cunt right in the 
middle of the hall, and evidently showing Margot what kind of muscle 
control she possessed, Margot smiling with a "I'll be damned!...you're 
sweet, Maddy!", taking her hand from her Maddy's cunt, leaning to kiss her 
as a thank-you on the lips.

Back in our rooms, we rushed to take turns sharing the one commode to 
do our enemas and the chicks their douches. Dressing in our labcoats 
with nothing underneath, getting ready to go out in public for the first 
time like that, felt innocently wicked, like we were going to meet a 
lover for a secret romantic rendezvous.

We were the last to arrive in the bar, save Doc and Mrs. Fairly Decent 
Fuck If A Senior Citizen.  A couple of bored-looking businessmen at the 
bar killing time on a weekday glanced up and then momentarily stared at 
this attractive gaggle of blue-labcoat-clad bodywork geese, as we sat 
down at one of the larger round table back in the back corner. Doc and 
Mrs. Doc finally came in along with the Instructor Corps, the hotel 
shuttle bus pulling up out from as they did, it being visible across the 
lobby and through the large bay windowed front of the Roslyn Harbour 
Hotel. The illuminated Miller Lite bar clock's hands read nine-thirty-one.

Driving for a good thirty or more minutes on some backroad that 
paralleled Long Island Sound, heading east I think, we wound up at some 
isolated, small-ish marina. Doc ordering us off the shuttle bus, we all shot 
him looks of curiosity if not concern, eight very "what the living or 
dying Sam Total Fucking Hell is going to happen next to us" identical 
facial expressions being laser'd his way, but by now we should have come 
to expect the unexpected from him, he explaining he and Mrs. Chaim had 
a little surprise for us. A guy in a sea captain's uniform walked over 
to our group, and told us to follow him.

We boarded a small boat, I think it was around a thirty-two footer or 
so, that had a small but adequate cabin, and four deep-sea-style 
fish-fighting chairs, obviously was a small deepsea party boat that ran 
charters in the summer. "Miss Spent" quietly but quickly chugged up Long 
Island Sound at around fifteen or twenty miles per hour, flattening out 
some light chop on a perfectly calm and crisp February Thursday morning, 
the temp and windchill too cold to be out for more than minute, we all 
huddling inside the doghouse cabin with large windows designed to let 
the passengers easily see out.

Within a short while of minutes, the Statue Of Liberty came into view, 
and much to our surprise, we kept heading towards it. The ferry to it 
that Doc told us ran regular loads of tourists out from the station at 
Staten Island was off to one side and behind us. Slowing down, the 
captain eased our fine ship well-season around away from the big ferry dock, 
to a smaller dock a few hundreds yards away. As he eased her in with 
practiced grace, cutting the engines completely off while a hundred or so 
feet away from the dock and letting momentum carry us in, a couple of 
mates using poles to finish easing us in to the boatslip, they secured 
us via ropes to some dock pilings, and we all piled out across the 
home-made horizontal deck ladder which spanned the two feet between boat and 
dock, the Statue of Miss Liberty herself dominating the skyline before 
us, towering over us as if we were insignificant ants.

"We've only got half an hour or so, class..." Doc began to explain 
"...but Mrs. Chaim and I wanted to let you play tourist if just for a 
moment, so you could say you've really been to New York...these nice Park 
Rangers...." Doc continued, pointing to three khaki-tan-colored-unformed 
with Smokey The Bear hats on, standing beside three golf carts "...will 
shuttle you up there, let you spend a few minutes, then bring you right 
back".

The Japanese and German and handful of American tourists which milled 
around the base of the Statue taking pictures, flat-out stared at us as 
we pulled up in our old and beaten-up but functional golf carts, like 
some sort of group of VIP's on an off on official junket, except that a 
group of VIP's don't normally show up somewhere wearing matching 
full-length navy blue labcoats with gold name tags. Thank God I had decided 
to put thick pants and wool socks on. The wind off the water whipped us 
coldly chilled as we milled around, mostly looking up Miss Liberty. 
Libby was the only one of the staff to have rode up with us, and took some 
photos of us in different groups together and by ourselves with a nice 
35mm camera, a Nikon. I got her to take one of us four, G. and J. and 
Mg. and I, we four Sisters Of Bodywork, together. A Japanese couple 
half-verbally asked half-motioned-asked me to take their photo, I laying 
flat on the ground and pointing the camera up to try to get as much of 
the Statue in the background as possible. Then, Libby went around to 
gather us back together, and back to golf carts and then to "Miss Spent" we 
went.

Instead of heading back in the direction we came, the captain steered 
his ship and us more towards the skyline of Manhattan. None of had no 
clue as to where were going, let alone where we were. Doc seemed happy, 
but was silent. Arriving at what appeared to be a private dock up 
somewhere on what looked like to above East Manhattan, I really couldn't 
tell, I and we all saw the hotel shuttle van waiting for us at the dock. 
Parking our boat, we scurried off her and to the waiting van. Within just 
five minutes or so, we pulled up to the curb in front of a giant condo 
building.

Leading us off the van and to the doorman-guarded door, Doc showed him 
the ID which hung from his neck at the bottom of multi-colored thin 
cloth neckstrap, as we all did in turn mimicking him, and then ran our 
ID's over a wall-mounted laser scanner of some sort, the kind like you see 
in a grocery store except this one was mounted inside the vestibule off 
the front door, doing so opening loudly an electrically-locked inner 
door, which opened to a lavishly furnished lobby, where a couple of older 
gentlemen sat on expensive-looking couches reading newspapers.

Moving us to one corner, Doc told us that Libby and he would work with 
Margot and myself, that Ferrum would work with Flo and Maddy, that 
Courtney and Hollis would work with Gwen and Keiko, and that Jerry and Mrs. 
Doc would work with Surawan and Nick.

Passing our ID's over another scanner between two elevator doors, the 
sound of motors racing above soon had both elevator cars awaiting agape 
for us. Doc and Lib and Margot and I and Court and Hollis and Gwen and 
Keiko piled into one car, everyone else into the other, as Doc pushed 
the button for the third floor.

As the door opened, three or four uniformed employees, two in hospital 
white the others in light blue, scurried down the hall, one pushing a 
medication tray, the other a food cart, the other two somethings elses 
in their arms.

I noticed that beside each door was a metal-pocket-type-thingy, the 
kind you see outside or on patient room doors in some hospitals, most with 
clipboards or loose papers or such inside them. Leading us to room 317, 
Doc fished a bodywork prescriptive sheet from the metal paperspocket, 
and began explaining things to us.

"Now, Margot and Eric, our patient's name is Carla Viscotti, age 
sixty-three, widowed for six years, retired since age fifty-five, former 
businesswoman...since this is outside of a clinical setting, you won't do a 
formal bonding to her, but you will creatively do an informal one 
before proceeding, go with your instinct...her problem is a lack of orgasmic 
function, combined with mild vaginismus that expresses itself 
sometimes, and a mild lack of libido...Libby and I will observe mainly, but may 
also choose to assist at our option...we'll leave it up to you two to 
do with Mrs. Viscotti the are-exxx that you think is best...we have one 
hour with her."

Doc rapping on the door, a very lovely and 
not-sixty-three-looking-at-all but with fine coiffured grey hair wearing a nicely tailored one 
piece dress soon opened it, and invited us in, as a hospital white-dressed 
aide scooted out simultaneously, pushing a wheeled tray-cart with her. 
I had expected, this being New York City and all, for her to have a 
tiny apartment, but her apartment was huge, lavish, expensively furnished. 
She lead us in and had Margot and I sit down on an antique Louis XIV 
couch, Doc and Libby making their own way to matching chairs nearby. 
Another facility employee came out with a tray of tea and cookies, placing 
it on a large and slightly un-matching coffee table in front of us, 
excusing herself scooting out the front door down the entranceway, as Mrs. 
Viscotti poured the hot water from the kettle into our teacups which 
hosted bags of Earl Grey from the box on the tray to one side, offering 
us cream and sugar as she poured herself a cup as well, before sitting 
down in plumpishly upholstered matching near-throne-size chair across 
the coffee table from us.

She didn't wince words or waste time.
"Dr. Chaim tells me that you two are students in his class this week, 
is that correct?..." she politely asked, Margot and mumbling "yes"'s 
"...I don't mean to be so forward, Margot and...and Eric, is that 
correct?...but we all know why you're here, so, shall we proceed?"

Taking a moment of silence to finish her tea and perhaps gather herself 
a bit, we also politely finishing ours, we waited until she rose from 
her chair, then followed her into her master bedroom, Doc and Lib 
trailing behind us by several feet. Standing next to the bed, Mrs. Viscotti 
began undressing immediately, but I went up to her, put my hands on her 
arms, and told her to sit down on the bed for a moment with us, 
motioning Margot to join us.

"Dr. Chaim tells me that you're inorgasmic, and have mild vaginismus at 
times, and a basic lack of libido...is that correct, Mrs. Viscotti?"
"Yes...that is correct...and please, do call me Carla, both of you..."
"Do you have a regular sex partner at present time?" I continued.
"No...well, yes...and no...I'm currently enrolled in a group session 
class of Dr. Chaim's for inorgasmic older women, and I and another woman, 
a neighbor down the hall, do get together for practice sessions 
sometimes, usually once or twice a week, but no, I don't have a romantic 
partner or am seeing anyone to date regularly, no..." her voice trailing off 
with sadness.
"Are you heterosexual, bisexual, or lesbian in nature, basically?" I 
urged, taking control of the situation back.

"Well, I was married for over forty years, so I'd say I'm basically 
man-oriented, though I have to admit that Dr. Chaim's inorgasmic class 
workshops have made me more accepting and open to enjoying pleasurable 
activities with other women..."
"So, would you rather have a therapy session, with me alone, with 
Margot alone, or with the both of us?..."
"Oh, the both of you will be fine, though I'd rather have you help me 
somewhat more than Margot, if that's okay with you, Dear..." she patting 
Margot's hand as Margot nodded her head in agreement.
"Stand up, please...and let us undress you."

As we stood up, Margot and I dropped our labcoats, I wriggling out of 
my pants and shoes as Margot did the same with her pantyhose and pumps. 
Margot moved to her back to unbutton the row of buttons atop her spine. 
Her dress fell to the floor, she kicking off her Feragamo slip-ons. 
Margot kissed her right earlobe as she unfastened Carla's bra, Mrs. 
Viscotti's somewhat saggy and wrinkled but still relatively shapely breasts 
falling to her chest. Margot grabbed the elastic of her panties, pulling 
them down to her ankles. I lightly massaged her face as I looked deeply 
into her eyes as she stood just two or three inches away from me, she 
reaching to kiss my hand as it passed near her lips, my hands stroking 
her hair and neck, before pulling her into me for a hug, massaging her 
back as I did. Doc said use of the standard bonding ritual wasn't needed 
in this case, but what I was doing just felt right.

Pulling back, Margot reached around for her breasts from behind, as I 
bent to suck on her nipples as Margot held them upright to my mouth, 
Mrs. Viscotti sighing with happiness. Laying her down on the bed, I 
scooted beside her, and drew her to me, kissing her deeply, Margot behind her 
as we three lay together. Doc and Lib were in the background, sitting 
in chairs against a far wall, observing. Traffic noise from New York's 
busy streets filtered up and into the room, background music to bodywork 
by.

Creatively, I leaned down to suck on her navel. Don't ask me why. From 
what I could gather from "The Manual", vaginismus is often caused by 
past sexual trauma or clumsiness on a man partner's part, and inorgasmia 
can sometimes be caused by too much focus on a patient's genitalia, 
though a bodywork therapist must use genital stimulation for eventual 
orgasmic function. I whispered to Margot, and she scooted down to suck on 
Mrs. Viscotti's toes and feet. Between me sucking her navel and Margot 
her toes, I could feel her relax, her whole body beginning to relax 
underneath me. I leaned back up, stroked her face some more easily with the 
back of my hand, and motioned to Margot to scoot back up, too.

Margot and I sandwiched her with a maximum-skin-contact exercise. She 
relaxed even more. I knew the time clock was running. Doc hadn't told us 
to bring our gearbags, so we didn't have speculums and supplies and 
such. I just hoped, as is Doc's and standard procedure, that she was 
thoroughly screened for STD's and such...stupid, stupid thought, of course 
she was, or we wouldn't be here, but I would have, should have brought 
condoms and lubricant at least.
"Do you have any condoms and lubricant?" I asked Carla through my light 
professional kiss of her.
"In the nighstand drawer" she replied.

Margot moved between her legs to give her some as I rolled over to the 
nightstand and finally found some underneath the telephone directories. 
Fingers inside, I found and manipulated her G-spot, her pussy somewhat 
wrinkled from old age responding to my working of her gee-whiz-spot, a 
small squirt squirting onto the bedsheet. Moving back up to kiss her, 
Margot joined our kiss, as my fingers continued their fiddling of her 
G-spot and did a general frig. I saw Doc wave his hand, point to an 
imaginary spot on his left wrist, silently telling me "time".

Crawling on top of her, Margot rolled a condom on me before entering, 
as I slipped easily inside in her too-wet pussy. Trying something I 
hadn't tried before, having just discovered my "talent" a couple of days 
before, I used my scrotal muscles to get my cock to do its acrobatic 
motions inside Mrs. Viscotti while slowly fucking her. I could tell she had 
never felt anything quit like before, because she started gulping air 
so hard, that I quit the corkscrew motions, except once every few pumps, 
and went back to more of a straight screw.

Another five minutes or so, as Margot flitted between giving her head 
while I fucked her and ministering to her breasts with her mouth etc., 
and Mrs. Viscotti, Carla, went to someplace special as she had her nice, 
big come. Doc touching us politely with a "time's up, sorry, Carla, see 
you next time".



<b>
Chapter 13:
</b>
Thursday, Day 6, Pt.2; Field Trip; The Retirement Home,  
and the Assisted-Living Center




Margot and I scurried to put our half-clothes and labcoats back on, as 
Doc and Libby gently fussed at us to hurry up, that we didn't have all 
day. Walking down the hall to a door seven doors down and across the 
way, Doc pulled the next prescriptive bodywork Rx from the open pocketbox 
next to apartment number 324.

"Okay, Eric, Margot, we have a married couple that are your next 
patients...during therapy, you will refer to them only as Mr. Brown and/or 
Mrs. Brown, not their middle or fist names, which are Al and Judy, 
they're very peculiar about that...anyway, Margot, Mr. Brown has close to 
total erectile dysfunction, and when he does manage an erection he often 
PE's, and Mrs. Brown, Eric, suffers from neat-total reflexive 
vaginismus...the object of your treatment regimens, which you will ascertain and 
create on the fly with no help from either of us, is coax some sort of, 
any sort of median-based sexual response from them."

Doc knocking, the door was opened by an shabbily-dressed old grump of 
an old fart sporting a five-day-growth of greyed beardstubble and 
wearing old workclothes that made him look like the building's janitor. 
Leading us into his apartment which looked like it had been decorated by the 
art department of Architectural Digest magazine, Barzene draperies, 
Frank Lloyd Wright-designed furniture, Baccarat crystal chandeliers in 
each room, Mrs. Brown sat on a Bauhaus-inspired couch in a ratty dress two 
sizes too small with a 50's beehive hairdo atop her small head 
chainsmoking one unfiltered Camel cigarette behind the other, using the dying 
butt of one to light the next one. If this was Doc's idea of a sick 
joke, it wasn't funny, and if this was his idea of a "drunk test" for 
Margot and myself, he needed to re-examine his own notions of sobriety.

As Margot and I sat down on the couch on either side of and tried to 
engage Mrs. Brown in conversation, the only sounds coming from her either 
side of her stinking Camel cigarettes being gutteral, almost 
animal-like "uh"'s and "oh"'s and "oh, yeah"'s and "that's nice"'s, Mr. Brown 
shuffled his feet in slow-mo like he was walking his last mile on Death's 
Row into and back out of the kitchen, bring a six pack of Spaaten 
imported bottled German beers back with him, literally throwing one each to 
Doc and Libby who sat in Erwin-designed chairs modern' across from us, 
handing us one apiece as well, opening his literally I swear with his 
dentured teeth, muttering something about "so, you're Margot, and you're 
Eric, good, let's go see if you can get a rise out of either one of us, 
hehehehehe...".

That Doc can have such an off-the-wall sense of sick humor at times, I 
swear.

Though Margot and I tried our damndest to engage in some sort of human 
as opposed to grunting animal conversation with our patients, we just 
gave up. Mr. Brown literally ripped the labcoat and all from Margot's 
body as we four sat around their giant four-poster Shaker-style bed, as 
Mrs. Brown put my hands on her breasts with "feel me up, Big Boy!!!" 
command. Sick fucking Doc, sick fucking Doc, he was going to get it for 
this one.

Margot tried to initiate one last time some sort of intelligent 
discourse with Mr. Brown before trying to wing a style of bonding ritual, but 
he wouldn't have any of it, literally shoving Margot to her knees as he 
plopped his now-naked ass down in a McClean-inspired loveseat, pulling 
her head to his cock. At least she wasn't by herself in a situation 
that could get out of hand, Doc and Lib and me being with her. In the 
meantime, Mrs. Brown had slithered out of her dress, revealing pendulous 
breasts the wrinkles on which looked like miniature canyons on the dim 
roomlight, and was pulling my labcoats and pants off me, snickering "I 
ain't had a decent come in twenty years, Big Boy, ever since old Al here 
quit being able to shove it in me, but I know ya' here to try, so let's 
try!". Sick fucking Doc, he really was going to get it now.

What had Doc reiterated and reiterated and reiterated to us all week 
long? That as the professionals in any therapy situation, it was our job 
always to maintain control, to always be in control, for the benefit of 
our patients? By God then, enough of this shit. I pushed Mrs. Brown 
away from me as she tried to pull me on the bed, and walked over to Mr. 
Brown, who had Margot by the hair, forcing her to suck his cock.

Literally slapping his hand away from her head, with enough force to 
leave a couple  of reddish finger marks on the back of his hand but not 
hard enough to really hurt his old fragile bones, only his fragile ego, 
I scolded with raised but not angry or yelling tone:

"Mr. Brown, Margot and I are professionals who've come here to try to 
help you and Mrs. Brown...I said professionals, dammit...Margot is not 
some whore you think you can bend or force to your will, and I am not 
some stud-boy-toy for Mrs. Brown to control or manipulate, either...now, 
Mr. and Mrs. Brown..." I demanded as I took control of the situation 
"...we can do this our way, the right way, the proper way to help you, or 
we'll leave, right now, and I know Dr. Chaim will back up any decision 
I make", Doc nodding his head "yes" as he and Libby stood off to one 
side.

I had the Browns lay naked next to each other, facing each other, on 
the bed, Margot behind him and me behind her. Holding her hands in mine, 
I put her hands all over his body, as Margot did the same with his on 
hers. I told them to kiss, kiss deeply. They did. I felt Mrs. Brown 
begin to relax next to me, my chest to her back, and I saw Mr. Brown's 
facial expression change from a half-hateful scowl to something more 
pleasant, almost human.

I pulled her arms over him, as Margot pushed his arms over her. I just 
told them to lay there for a moment, hold each other, and say whatever 
came to mind. Mrs. Brown said in sincere tone "Alexander Brown, even 
though I haven't said it in years, I love you". He gave her a look like 
Cupid's Arrow had been shot into his heart or his ass for the first time 
in who knows how long.

"I love you, too, Sweet Cheeks, I...love you, too". Their interior 
walls against each other started falling down inside their psyches with an 
almost-audible thunderous tumble. Kissing, they hugged and pulled each 
other closer. Margot and I both relaxed our grips on them, pulling back 
from them to give them their moment. Mrs. Brown started crying, and Mr. 
Brown tried to shush her, with a "...company's here, Dear, don't cry".

Margot and I sitting up on the bed next to them but not touching either 
one, we both noticed an erection rising from Mr. Brown. Grasping her 
hand in his, he rolled on top of her and pushed his hard insider her, for 
the first time, according to Doc, in almost twenty years. We leaned 
into them as friends and therapists, Margot kissing him and her on the 
cheek, I kissing her but not him on the cheek, as he slow-fucked his 
long-suffering wife, his wife. Doc and Libby, who now were just three or 
four feet away from the foot of the bed, literally broke out in sincere 
not sarcastic applause for what we had just helped initiate. As we got 
dressed, Doc one-arm hugged each one of us with a "well done, very 
well-done". Looking at his watch as I slipped on my loafers noticing the time 
too, he announced that it was almost one, time for lunch, the Browns 
thanking him and Lib and Margot and me for helping them, as their marital 
love-making continued. Walking down the hall, Doc told me slash us that 
what he had just witnessed was one of the most inspired acts of 
bodywork or marital therapeutic intervention he had ever heard about, and 
asked me what caused me to do what I had just done, I honestly replying I 
had zero clue, that it just seemed like the right thing to do at the 
moment, I really didn't know where the plan of action came from, Doc 
shaking his head in polite disbelief.

We took the elevator down to the second floor, walking down the hall to 
where another blue-hospital-suited uniformed retirement home employee 
in front of the slightly beaten-up metal door was checking the ID's of 
the geriatric tenants as they filtered in and out of the dining room. I 
had expected to be fed retirement home-type slop in a drab, depressing 
nondescript dining area, but boy oh boy, was I surprised. Inside the 
New York-condo metal door was  what looked to be a fancy, almost four 
star restaurant. A male staffer in black dress pants and white dress shirt 
and black bowtie lead us four to a large and spacious booth that shared 
a window to a mostly residential avenue below us. A female staffperson 
acting as waitress brought us the lunchmenu blackboard on an easel for 
us to ponder, and five minutes later came back to take our orders.

We all ordered the same, the day's lunch special of steak sandwhich on 
French and split pea soup with house salad and egg custard for dessert. 
I asked for sweet ice tea instead of a softdrink, and the waitress shot 
me a look like I had ordered a glass of fresh wallaby blood, Doc 
telling her that a regular Coke for me would be fine. Doc reached across the 
booth's table and took Margot's hand in his, as Lib did the same with 
mine. Doc spoke again about the wonderful job I had done with the 
Browns, mentioning that he had run six teams of trained bodyworkers and eight 
or nine teams of trainees such as we were at them, all for zero net 
results, and in one session, I had accomplished not even what his 
knowledge and experience and direction to his teams had done. I think he was 
sincerely impressed with my off-the-cuff inspired treatment are-exxx.

We broke our hand-holdings as the food came. Doc bent his arm down to 
show his watch to us, telling us it was close to 2PM, that we had one 
more workshop to do before we left, and then we'd go over to our next 
stop, that we were already running late for that, asking Lib to go make a 
quick phone call to the rehab center and tell them we'd be an hour or 
so late. Lib took her last bites and then walked over to the antique 
wooden phone booth next to the cashier area to make her call. We finished 
ours quickly, Doc paying with a smile but nothing more flashing his ID 
at the clerk then fetching Libby as we made our way out.

Making our way up to the eighth and top floor, we walked into a room 
labeled "Conference" to find our class and staffmates waiting for us, 
along with eight or nine elderly ladies who were all wearing nice, 
expensive but slightly worn full-length housecoats. A row of slightly 
smoke-tinted windows across the length of room matched yet contrasted with 
tinted grey hair of most of the patients as a shortened skyline of nearby 
buildings rollercoastered just off in the distance, our clients milling 
around sipping soft drinks that had been set out on a small rollaway 
table to one side of the room, waiting patiently for Doc to call the 
therapy session to order. A pile of vinyl-covered fuckmats of different 
primary colors similar to what we had in our classroom at the Roslyn 
Harbour Hotel with a couple of baskets full of condoms and vibrators and 
lubricants to one side of them dominated the focus  of the room.

"Class...class!..." Doc bellowed us to his attention "...we've running 
late and won't be able to spend the entire hour with our clients here, 
only half an hour or so, but I wanted to let you have a taste of what a 
group bodywork session is like, since a portion of your professional 
practice will be spent in similar group therapy situations...we were to 
do a group of erectile dysfunctional male clients as well, but we're 
short on time, so ladies, patients, clients, please choose your therapist 
traineee...students, all these patients suffer from full or partial 
inorgasmia, don't bother will a full bonding ritual, just work with them 
as you feel best and as they would like you to...now, please, let us 
begin."

There were six caucasian, one black, one Asian, and one mixed-race 
elderly women, the youngest looking probably in her late sixties, the 
oldest being maybe in her early eighties. Dropping their housecoats in one 
corner as we similarly shed our polite fauxskin coverings, they quickly 
milled to us as a group, herding us in a small group in the middle, as 
a pod of dolphins herd mackerel in a tighter and tighter circle before 
dining on them. Three or four smiled at me as they circled and milled 
among us, making eye contact for a split second, saying "hi", I being 
polite saying "hi" back, before a tall, thin patient, probably in her 
early seventies, with a Vogue-style sweptback modern haircut, her smallish 
what looked to be 34A breasts not saggy because there wasn't much to 
sag, her face showing more wrinkles per square inch than the rest of her 
body, walked up to me, touched me on the shoulder, with a "hi, I'm 
Portencia...", I replying with a smile and a "hi, I'm Eric".

We sat on the mat together, cross-legged, facing each other.
"Eric, I have a pulled vaginal muscle that won't heal easily because of 
my age...it causes involuntary vaginismal reponses...do you have a 
problem in trying to help me achieve orgasm through non-intercourse 
means?..." she sweetly asked me as she held my hands between our laps.
"No, not at all, Portencia...tell me, what would you like for me to do 
with, for, you?"
"May I sit in your lap, have you enter my anus just an inch or so, and 
have you rub my clitoris while you barely penetrate me anally?"
"Sure, certainly, that sounds like a winner, Portencia".

I stood up and she sucked me for a moment to finish rising my rising 
hard. I walked the five steps over to a basket, getting a couple of 
condoms and a half-pressed tube of KY from it. Portencia sucked me for 
another moment, then I rolled the condom down my shaft, and sat back down in 
front of her, dobbing a dob of KY on the head of my latexed cock, Porty 
then sliding on top of my lap. Slightly bending my prick with my right 
hand, I wedged the first inch or so inside her anus, and she sighed a 
happy sigh. Holding onto my shoulders with her hands, she leaned back 
some so I could more easily reach her clit. Rocking, my member worked 
every so slightly in and out of her butt, as my slickened fingers firmly 
rubbed her clit. She was enjoying it, hell so was I, but I could tell 
she was having pinges of in-and-out pelvic pain that were preventing her 
from orgasming. She rocked in her cockrocker for ten or so minutes, 
then complained that her old creaking hip joints were beginning to hurt. 
Remembering the edict of Doc from earlier that morning, I told her we 
were running out of time, but she was a great patient and partner, and 
asked her if I could have my orgasm inside her anally, she nodding yes.

Sliding more forward into my lap, my member straightened out from its 
slightly bent contortion and went deep inside her anus, she leaning her 
head back until I was sure she could see that glass wall behind her. If 
this was going to a typical therapeutic therapy session with real live 
patients, this job was definitely going to be fun. I played with her 
breasts, rubbing and gently pinching her nipples, as she rode me deeply. 
I didn't hold back, I didn't need to. I made my cock do its 
twitch-and-move thing, a look of total surprise coming over her face.

"Can you do what you're doing in my anus right now inside my vagina?" 
she asked clinically but with some passion.
"What about your spasmodic vaginismus?" I replied with concern.
"Let me worry about that, Eric, just do what you're doing right now in 
my cunt", the word "cunt" coming from her mouth being a little 
surprising to me.

We broke momentarily as I scooted over and put on a fresh condom, 
soaking it in KY expecting a keyhole effect from her vaginismus, then 
climbed on top of her as she lay flat, looking up at the ceiling and me. My 
cock entered her without any trouble. I felt the spasming of her vaginal 
muscle pull, saw the pain, so I stopped my pushing, and just let my 
cock do its motion magic without body motion. She looked at me like I was 
from outer space, but I didn't mind, because I could tell she was 
really enjoying it, total shock aside. Her vaginismal spasms decreased to 
nothing, her heart rate and respiration and body perspiration increased, 
as I felt her orgasmic plateau rise and fall beneath me. She smiled at 
me. Kissing her, I smiled back. She thanked me. I told her she was 
welcome. Doc, always the cognizant taskmaster, called time on all of us.

The hotel shuttle bus was waiting for us as we walked out into a cloudy 
February New York afternoon, feeling like snow was coming. The van went 
down and around and over to Roosevelt Parkway, then switched back to 
the Triborough Bridge, and we were in, I think, Queens, actually a part 
of it called Astoria. Pulling up to an low-slung complex of 
du-and-triplexes connected by a low wall of brick and iron fencing, Doc lead the 
way to the guardshack at the front of the complex, located  in what 
appeared to be an older and dingier part of town, the uniformed doorman 
letting us through. In the middle of a common garden and yard area which 
centered the complex of apartment buildings, Doc went into his next 
spiel.

"Okay, class, this is the assisted living complex where some of my, 
our, paraplegic and other handicapped clients live...each one, in each 
apartment you'll find one or more full-time, live-in aids, who assist 
their clients in going about trying to have a more or less normal 
life...it's almost three now, so we'll have to cut one of the three planned 
client sessions out, since we have more to do back at the Roslyn..." 
collectively loud groan coming from us "...now class...so Staff, the first 
two planned sessions only, okay?...and the van will circle the block 
every five or ten minutes, since there's almost no where to park around 
here...please limit your sessions to no more than one hour, and come out 
and catch the van when through, even if you have to ride around some 
waiting for your classmates."

Doc handed the assignment sheets from Mrs. Doc's purse to our assistant 
teachers, everyone scattering off in the previously arranged groups to 
this group of client-patients.

Doc had chosen for Margot and myself a paraplegic female client, a 
young lady who just last year was in a terrible car accident and had broken 
her spine in three places, leaving her, according to the prescriptive 
sheet, fully sensate all over her body, but unable to move her lower 
limbs and having limited movement but minor strength in her arms, to where 
she could feed herself most but not all times, and work an 
ergonomically designed keyboard on her computer.

Doc knocking, her full-time aide let us in, and she greeted us, Margot 
and me, with a string of obscenities that would have made a mule 
skinner blush. Another one of Doc's "drunk tests", obviously. I sat down in 
front of her on her couch, motioning Margot to sit beside me, she in her 
wheelchair in front and to the side of us, working on a computer 
program of some sort, her fingers but not her hands or arms moving. She 
continued her verbal abuse of us. I looked towards Doc, but he was in her 
kitchenette area and was staring out the window, Libby beside him doing 
the same, ignoring us, ignoring our non-verbal pleas for help with this 
crazy bitch, this crazy bitch which for some equally crazy reason he 
had accepted as a client.

When she compared Margot's face to the beauty found in a pile of 
rotting bloody Kotex's baking in the African sun, I just burst out laughing, 
I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to laugh at Margot, it wasn't meant 
that way, but what she said was funny to me, if it was at Margot's 
expense. Margot then laughed with my laughter at Kris, this crazy bitch 
literally on wheels. When Kris lit into me as being so much of a pervert 
that I'd fuck a syphyllictic zebra in the middle of Central Park if Doc 
told me to or I wouldn't be in his class, Margot and I both just cracked 
up, laughing so loudly that Doc and Lib turned to look our way. That 
made Kris irritated for a moment that we were laughing at her 
unintentional jokes, a female crippled Don Rickles if there ever was one, we 
giggling "more, more!". Then she lit into Doc, asking if we both had lots of 
practice this week blowing into that shunt just above his asshole which 
went to the balloon prosthesis in his penile cavity which gave him his 
staying power, Doc sneering back at her with a serious "hey!"

This free comedy club routine went on for another five minutes or so, 
Kris cracking New York-native wise with her thick accent on any and 
everything related to Doc and bodywork therapy and our school and on and 
on. She even started to get tickled with herself, and then realizing she 
was laughing at her own jokes, quit, saying that if we wanted to hear 
any more, the cover charge was now ten bucks. We got up off the couch 
and went over to her as she sat in front of her computer terminal, both 
giving her a big, friendly hug, she trying to but was unable to move her 
arms up enough to return it, we both kissing her on respective face 
cheeks. "You guys are alright..." she whispered to us low enough where Doc 
couldn't hear from across the room "...you're the first students to 
survive my verbal blasts without walking out..."
"We almost did..." I replied.
"I know, but you didn't, and that's what was important...don't be 
mistaken....in reality, guys, I am actually a hateful, crippled, embittered 
young-old harpie bitch if there ever was one..."

"What's your sexual problem or dysfunction?" I asked Kris sincerely as 
we continued our group hug of her.
"Oh, I don't really have one, except I'm too much of a bitch to have a 
boyfriend, that and this chair drives men away from me like I had 
leprosy or something...that, and the fact I'm pre-orgasmic, never had an 
orgasm in my life, even before this chair caught up with me...I was in 
sometimes bodywork therapy at Doc's practice for a few weeks before the 
accident, and he's done his best to try to help me since, even though my 
insurance doesn't cover the cost of treatment any longer..."
"Would you like us to try, Kris?...we will if you'd like..."
"...sure, why not, you..."
"I'm Eric, and this is Margot..."
"sure, Eric, Margot, nothing to lose except more hope, right?

Margot rolled Kris into her smallish bedroom. Her top had easy-to-open 
velcro enclosures along the back, as her shorts also had a heavy-duty 
zipper down the side, obviously designed for third-parties to help dress 
and undress her easier. I lifted her from her chair and onto the bed. A 
tampon string hung from her pussy as Margot pulled her panties off. "I 
know you guys don't mind periods with clients" she explained 
unnecessarily to us. We shed our clothes to the floor. Laying on either side of 
her, we both just gently felt her up, massaging her all over her as she 
lay flat between us. "Condoms, lubricant?" I asked. "Geee-nnnaaa!!!" 
she yelled "sex stuff, now!", her aide scootily bring a plastic grocery 
bag to us from another room, Doc and Lib moving aside as they stood in 
the doorway watching us.

Trying to maximize body contact to relax her, we both kissed her, and I 
could tell she was doing her best to respond. I propped her head up on 
a couple of pillows so she could see better as Margot and I rolled 
around to meet at her crotch, pulling her legs apart, making enough room 
for both our faces there. We both licked and licked her pussy and inner 
thighs, and I could tell that why she was feeling some sensation, she 
wasn't even reaching the first stage of a potential orgasmic plateau. We 
tried sucking on her breasts while simultaneously playing with her 
pussy and anus, but again, nothing. Doc called time on us, and we scooted 
up to kiss her good-bye. "You guys were sweet for trying...thanks, 
anyway, you're both dolls" she cooed as we left her for her aide to take 
care of her and finish re-dressing her, following in Doc's wake.

Outside in the cold of Mother Nature's winter farts, in a 
semi-sheltered area behind a brick windbreak off a common garden path, Doc stopped 
to talk with us some, motioning to sit on a park-type bench beside he 
and Libby.

"This next case is a special case...and by the way, great job, Margot 
and Eric, great job with Kris...most student teams never get past her 
verbal obscenity wall, great job, even if you didn't break her inorgasmia 
wall down, no one bats a thousand in this job, or we'd all be out of a 
job..."
"...this case is a special one, though it won't be the most unusual 
case you'll ever see in your practice, far from it, but it is unusual for 
you at this moment in your less-than-week-old bodyworking careers..."

"...the situation is this, Margot, Eric...your next clients are a 
brother and sister...Edward is age fifteen, and Susan is age fourteen...both 
were born with a non-contagious but 100% fatal degenerative muscle 
condition, what it is isn't important, just know that it's genetic and you 
can't catch it...they don't show any obvious signs of the condition, 
other than constant extreme fatigue and pain...their minds are sharp, and 
they know everything about their current pathologies and prognoses, 
including the facts that they both only have weeks, probably less than 
month, to live...their parents came to us because they were both very 
suicidal not just about their terminal illnesses, but because they felt 
they were being cheated out of living something close to a normal life, 
including having something close to a normal sex life, which most of 
their classmates in public school, which they attended until just a few 
months ago by the way, had..."

"...don't mistake their r-x for "pity sex" or anything close to it, 
please..." Doc continued "...it's been determined by a whole team of 
psychiatrists and general medical doctors that a bodywork team treatment of 
their virginity as medical pathological condition is not only 
appropriate but accurate and yes, humane, in these cases...and, their parents 
not only approve of what you're about to do, sshwwwoulldd you choose to 
accept this assignment, and I'm gifffing you both the option as a team 
not to accept without penalty if you don't think you can handdweelll 
it..." Doc's accent getting thicker again as his inner tension rose "...I 
can always send Libby and Jerry here next week to handuhhhll things, if 
you don't wffwant to....it'll be a learning experience for you of 
course, but I am not going to pressure you in to it...you decide, together."




<b>
Chapter 14:
</b>
Thursday, Day 6, Pt.3, Field Trip: The Assisted-Living 
Center, or, Sometimes The End Is Only The Beginning





There really wasn't a whole lot to decide. I looked deep into my 
Margot's eyes, silently. She reflected our mutual unspoken concerns back at 
me. We talked about things without moving our lips.
"Sure, Doc, we'll do it..." I replied as I turned my head to make 
direct eye contact with him "...no problem, we'll do it..."

"Good, Errwwhic...good...I was sure you would...now, Margot, don't be 
upset, but when you and Eric are in therapuetic mode with Edward and 
Susan, Eric's in charge totally, you'll follow his directions at all 
times...understand?...you're not upset by this decision, are you, 
Margwwwoo?..." Margot mumbling "yes" to the first and "no" to the latter.

"...here Eric, take this, keep it, you'll probably end up wearing one 
later all the time anyway...", Doc taking a small tietack less than size 
of a dime from his jacket pocket of a smallish golden sun with eight 
points of light coming from it with a round bejeweled center of lapis 
lazuli in the middle of it, very similar to one I've seen him wear before 
in class while he was wearing clothes I remembered but not really 
paying attention, Doc pinning it to my narrow labcoat lapel pin, I shooting 
him a puzzled look but he paying no attention as he pointed to an 
apartment door around the garden's curvy path and up a three-step flight of 
small, wide steps, with a "...okay, you're on your own, do me, do PBI 
proud, we're going to check on the rest of the class, see how they're 
doing...when you're through, and please take all the time you think you 
need, Eric, it's your show now, a couple of hours or more if you think 
it's warranted is fine, just wander back to the front and have the van 
pick you up, we'll all probably be on it waiting for you" Doc finished 
as he walked away, soft mumbles from Lib to Doc being heard by my 
sometimes sensitive ears along the lines of "are you sure he's in, with no 
vote yet?" puzzling words to me but my focus on the task at hand quickly 
coming back to me.

I know Margot was freezing in the cold bluster of Old Man New York 
Winter, because I was, gooseflesh popping up on our arms. Doc and Lib had 
acted like it was summer out here in this dingy Queens apartment 
complex, but shit it was winter, and I was freezing. I raced Margot to the 
door, pounding not knocking on it, a polite home aide with non-hidden 
saddened face opening it for us.

Inside, Margot and I shivered from the warm air hitting our cold flesh, 
as we stood just inside the front door. I asked "James", a cheap 
engraved plastic nametag on his standard issue nurse's aide white uniform 
telling me who he was, if there was a room we could sneak to before seeing 
Edward and Susan, assuming he knew why we were there, without Edward 
and Susan seeing us first. He lead us to one of them's small bedroom, 
which was just off the entrance vestibule.

Margot and I sat on the bed together for a moment, holding hands, 
silently. We both knew something fairly drastic had just happened, but 
weren't sure exactly what. Margot then leaned to kiss me, with a "what's 
next, Boss?" sweetly sarcastically parting her lips.

"Well, student, Slave, and don't think I won't make you eat shit if you 
give me any trouble, you Margot you..." I said as I hugged and kissed 
her "...we just play things by ear, as we have been all week...just 
think of them as clients, as patients, don't think about their terminal 
conditions, and don't think about trying not to think about their other 
physical conditions, OK?..." I implored.

"...whatever you say, my boss, my pal forever..." she fiddling with her 
matching dogtag jewelry that she had bought for us both a couple of 
nights ago "....Eric...whatever you say..."
"Let's just concentrate on their treatment modality and the are-exxx, 
which is the fact that it's been determined by people a lot smarter and 
with more degrees than we have that for quality of life issues, which 
is what sex surrogacy and bodywork therapy is all about anyway, Dear, 
that we need to bodywork, to take the virginities of our clients, that's 
all we should think about" I concluded.

Grasping her hand as we walked aimlessly around the corner, we stumbled 
into the living room, where two Craft-Matic-type adjustable beds had 
been set up near each other, the headboard parts facing a row of narrow, 
square windows that wrapped around the outside perimeter living room 
wall. Edward and Susan sat in wheelchairs facing a droning tv in the 
corner, soap operas providing background noise and motion to their 
unfocused gazes. James and another aide, a short plump obviously New York blond 
with "Sherry" on her black plastic engraved nametag, came towards us. I 
made a comment about the beds facing the windows, whic was ignored.

"They're as close as I've ever seen two human being be..." Sherry 
chirped in instead with a surprisingly thick midwestern accent "...I've seen 
married couples married sixty years and still hopelessly in love after 
all that time who didn't feel as close as these two do..."

"Do they know they're going to die soon?" I couldn't help but ask.
"...uh-hu...and we both have heard them make promises to each other 
that when the first goes, the other will follow right behind..."
"That's sweet" Margot chimed in.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" James answered.
"Do you both know why we're here?" I asked.
"Yes..." Sherry said "...and we're here to help you with anything you 
ask for, ask us to do, anything that is except the actual sex part, that 
is..."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of that...any special precautions we 
should take, anything about their conditions we should know about before 
proceeding?..."
"Not really...." James spake "...except the both have shortened 
attention spans, that, and the fact that in their conditions, they tend to nod 
off kinda easy, that's it, they're not fragile physically or anything, 
if that's what you're worried about".
"Shall we begin, then?"

We walked over to them as they watched tv with shallowed breathing. I 
knelt before Suan, a pretty brunette with straight shoulder-length hair, 
looking like any typical 14-year-old junior high student except for a 
distant sadness which poured forth from her eyes in torrent on selfless 
unspoken grief. I gulped. Shit. I wasn't sure if I had the heart or 
stomach to do this now. She stared at the gold-colored nametag on my 
labcoat, and the blue-center-sun pin that Doc had just pinned to my lapel. 
Margot knelt before Edward similarly to my position in front of Susan.

"Eric..." Susan spoke softly "...Eric...Polykinetic... you're the 
therapists that have come to help us..."
"That's right, Susan...my assistant Margot..." Margot turning her head 
just enough to shoot me a sweet dirty look "...and I have come to help 
you and your brother...do you know what we're here for, Susan?..."
"...you're here to help show us what we'll be missing by not being able 
to be married when we grow up because we're going to die soon?..."

"Well, Susan, I don't think Margot or I would have put it in quite 
those exact words, but yes, we're here to help you find about your own 
sexuality as part your treatment regimen, just like other therapists who 
help you, just like James and Sherry here who help take care of 
you...we're here to help you, make you feel better...do you think you and your 
brother will like that?...you can always say 'no', and no one will be 
mad at you...it's the choice that you and your brother can make, or 
not..." I softly said as I held her hand in mine atop her lap, Edward being 
in contact with Margot's hair in his right hand as she knelt before 
him.
"Then...Eric...I choose to...Eddie?...you with me, or not?"
"I'm with you, Sis, all the way."

James and Sherry wheeled them to their respective beds across the 
living room way, Margot and I walking beside them the twenty steps to their 
haven. "Eddie and I like waking up to the rising sun each morning, 
Eric..." Susan spoke as Sherry helped her out of her chair and onto her bed 
"...since we never know which day is going to be our last...we wake up 
together, turn to tell each other how much we love each other and that 
we'll be in heaven soon together, where we won't be in any more pain, 
and then just lay there a while and reach across the space between the 
beds and hold hands while we smile at our friend Mr. Sun..." she 
continued.

I gulped audibly, taking a second to compose myself. If she said 
something else like what she had just said, I honestly didn't know if I could 
keep it together, or if I'd break down and lose not just my 
professional composure but my dignity as well.

"It's okay, Eric...it's okay...we're not sad anymore about it, it's 
just life...now, you wanna fuck me, or not, you silly goose you?" she said 
with blankened eyes but truly sincere smile and without a hint of 
sadness or sarcasm in her voice.

"Yes, my Precious Susan, yes...I want to fuck you, you equally silly 
goose..."  I huskily whispered back to her as we sat next to each other 
on her bed, gently nudging her in the ribs with my elbow, she giving a 
tickle laugh. Then my fingers gently found her ribs, and tickled her 
some more. She laughed some more. Edward taking my cue evidently, started 
trying to tickle Margot. I knew Margot's ribs weren't ticklish, but she 
played it like the pro she was rapidly becoming, and laughed a 
well-timed series of stage laughs so well, I don't think that Edward couldn't 
tell they weren't real. Susan tried to tickle me back, as Margot also 
playfully tried to tickle Edward back, following my lead, good girl. The 
sounds of laughter, the sounds of life, displaced the gathered gloom 
and darkness.

Suan and I fell back on her bed together, laughing, smiling, still 
half-trying to tickle each other as we layed close to each other.
"You're special, Eric..." Susan cooed to me "...not as special as my 
Eddie, but special to me..."
"Thank you, Susan, you're special, too...I mean that..."
"I know you do..." she said as she momentarily nodded off on me.

"God, please don't let her die right now, I don't think this poor child 
of yours could take that right now, please don't let her die in my 
arms, let her live long enough to have her wish fulfilled, if I or someone 
else does that wish fulfilling for her..." I sincerely prayed silently, 
my first sincere prayer for anything since I was a kid in church and 
prayed one time for my Mommie to get better when she almost died from 
pneumonia, which she did, get better that was. Of course it was a selfish 
prayer on my part to protect my own fragile sense of mortality and self 
as well as a prayer for Susan not to die, but I think God understood 
and forgave me. Her breath was low and shallow, but there. I let her 
sleep for a three or four minutes, then woke her again with a sweet rib 
tickle, she smiling up at me as we lay clothed next to each other, leaning 
up to kiss me.
"Let's get out of these clothes" I suggested.

I crawled out of her bed and stood in front of her as she sat on the 
edge, dropping my labcoat to the floor, putting her hands on my pant's 
belt.
"I've seen Eddie naked before and he and I...we..." she informed me, as 
if she was more of a grown-up than she actually was "...but we were 
just five and six years old at the time" she finished, I gently swiping 
her on the arm with mine, with a "you...you sweetie pie you..."

She dropped my pants and underwear and just stared at my cock for a 
moment. No gyn table handy to do a full bodywork bonding ritual with, or a 
need for one actually. I put her hands to it, telling her to do what 
she wished with it. She softly stroked and played with it, my member 
rising to her amusement. Eight feet away from us, in the meantime, Edward 
seemed to have a burst of new energy as Margot lead him down the new 
frontier of her body, showing him her beauty as she stood naked in front 
of him, her hands guiding his as if he was blind instead of terminally 
ill.

I pulled Susan up to her feet, kissing her sweetly, as I pulled her 
teeshirt up and her jeans down, the denim falling to her sandals as she 
kicked out of them. We lay back on the bed, and she couldn't keep her 
eyes off my erect member. I scooted up some, adjusting the head of the bed 
to get more of an upright angle, leading Susan to between my legs, 
where I told her to play with it as she wished. As she gently jacked me off 
and began a nibbling taste of it, asking me if that was oral sex that 
she had heard about, I replying that it was one half or one third or one 
quarter depending on how she looked at it of the oral sex equation, she 
asking what the other were, I replying that the variations were 
man-woman, woman-man, woman-woman, or man-man, she giving a flippant "yuck" 
sound to the last one.

Margot came over to me and asked if I knew where the condoms and lube 
were, Edward not knowing. I thought for a second, then told her I'd take 
responsibility, it was my call per Doc, and go ahead and bareback 
everything like we were in class, not to sweat it with Edward. She looked 
concerned for a split-second, then wandered back over to her charge.

Susan's mouth was now engulfing me fully. I whispered to her "my turn", 
then flipped her up and around began giving her some head. I could 
clearly see what looked like a textbook illustration of a hymen just 
fractions of an inch in front of my face. Even if she had used tampons 
previously, a lot of the outer rim of it had stayed intact. Inserting my 
forefinger in her, she sucked air hard and grasped the sheets in her hand. 
I heard Sherry and James both rush towards us from their position in 
the background, back away from us a bit in the living room. I asked Susan 
if I had accidentally hurt her, she replying "no", she just reacted 
because she had never felt anything inside her before.

My forefinger then adjacent middle finger worked their way slowly 
inside her, feeling for her G-spot. At fourteen, I was reasonably certain 
that hers would have developed by now. Feeling the faint edge of a 
dime-sized one at eleven o'clock, my fingertips applied firm, even pressure 
on it, as it filled and fulled out to my touch. Susan had her eyes 
closed now, enjoying the sensation, breathing more deeply now and steadier. 
I went ahead and expressed her, her first gee-spot orgasm wetting the 
sheet underneath her, she apologizing for pissing on me, I then 
explaining what her G-spot was and why it felt so good to her and the whole 
anatomy of it. She said she had never heard of it, but playing with it did 
feel so good. I asked if she'd like another couple of them, she nodding 
yes. My fingers frigged her deeply, more deeply in and out now, trying 
to loosen her up a bit for my soon-to-be eventual penile penetration of 
her, as I would briefly rest them on her G-spot, press it a little, 
then frig her some more.

Over next to us, Margot was fellating Eddie as he stood before her, she 
sitting on the edge of the bed, groping her tits as he accepted her 
blowjob of him. Meanwhile, in theater of therapeutic bodywork, my tongue 
found Susan's anal pucker as I frigged her, she softly yelling to me 
that "Eric, that feels so damn good!". I gave her an anal-oral orgasm, 
then expressed her G-spot one more time before stopping momentarily to ask 
how she was doing, she reply "...fine...don't...don't stop".

But I did stop, long enough to crawl up to her face, kissing her. She 
acted at first like it was gross to her, but I told her if her butt was 
good enough for me to lick, it was good enough for own sweet self to 
lick, too. She poked me in the ribs with an "oh, Eric, you...you...you 
are just what I had been praying for...you're my angel... my sex angel."

I wasn't sure how or why, but God had snuck His nose under my bodywork 
tent. Whatever, right? I smiled at my patient, my client, my friend for 
life if only for a couple of hours, my Susan. Screw Doc and the 
Manual's edicts. I'm not made of fucking stone. I couldn't help but feel what 
I felt. I didn't try to hide it in crouched body language or modified 
verbalizations from Susan, either.
"C'mon, Arch Angel Eric, screw my brains out" my brazen little 
fourteen-year-old hussy told me.

Next to us, Margot was now on top of Edward, having just popped his 
heterocherry seconds earlier. Doc hadn't shown us their profiles, only 
told us what he wanted us to know by reading off of the prescriptive for 
them. I had no clue if Susan or Edward had any bi tendencies or other 
proclivities and sexual bents identified that I should have known about 
but Doc didn't mention to me, damn his eyes. Edward held Margot's 
breasts in his hands as she rode him, she stopping and remaining motionless 
for a moment every now and then, obviously trying to control his 
fifteen-year-old virgin orgasmic response mechanism.

I sucked Susan's champagne-glass 32C breasts with smallish pertly 
nipples as my right hand playfully played her pussy some more. She 
half-closed her eyes, looking happy but also that her energy was draining. I 
knew Doc said take all the time I thought I slash we needed, but I could 
tell that Susan didn't have but precious little life energy left in her 
withering but beautiful shell of a fourteen-year-old body. I let her 
drift off to sleep as my caressed her vaginal lips and inside of her 
thighs, she actually snoring for a second, before a penetrating middle 
finger of mine awoke her.
"I'm awake, I'm awake, Eric..."
"Now you are, now you are, Susan!" I replied with soft humor in my 
voice.

Margot's partner had also apparently dozed off, too. She lay beside him 
and gently caressed his cock as he also softly snored some. Slickness 
from his own come adorned his stomach. Making eye contact, I motioned 
her to come join us. "You don't mind if Margot joins us, do you, Susan?" 
I asked as she joined us on her bed.
"No, Eric, that's fine...'hi', Margot, how ya' doin', girlfriend?"
"Fine, Suan...just fine, haha fine..." Margot cooed back.

I crawled atop Susan and entered her like she was thirty-four, not 
fourteen. She took me openly and easily. I felt some never-stretched 
cuntmuscles pop a little, and felt a trace of blood ooze from her vagina, 
just like all the lore tells you should happen. Margot asked Sherry to 
bring us a couple of wet washcloths and a couple of bath towels. I stopped 
my fuck of Susan as Margot wiped her pudenda, showing Susan the 
washcloth stained with the traces of her virginal-loss-blood. Susan pulled me 
to her and kissed me as deeply as she could as my cock stayed 
motionless inside her, she sucking on my tongue like it was a blunt cock. I 
started doing my boarpig-dick-corkscrew-thing inside as I lay motionless 
atop her, she moving her hips to my penile-gymnasts gyrations, following 
along with my non-moving movements with her hips swinging and bouncing 
on the bed. Her virginal adolescent pussy felt so warm and wonderful 
surrounding my manhood. I felt her have a little come, then a bigger one. 
I remembered Doc's edict, asked Margot to give us some mutual head, 
Susan not objecting when asked if that was okay, while I fucked her. I 
held my precious darling to me as tightly as I could, and filled her 
untilled garden with my seed.

Susan dozed off again, and I just held her in my arms. Margot joined 
us, as we both held our little darling in our arms for a moment. Edward 
waking a bit, Margot slid off our bed to join her partner once again, 
waking him more fully with a tit-fuck, she sliding his member between her 
full and shapely breasts.

I just let my breathing match my Susan's, as I visualized going inside 
her psychically somehow, offering her all the energy of mine she 
wanted, she accepting some but not all I offered. Her eyelids peeked open at 
my bearing gaze of her face.

"I've got a favor to ask of you, Eric" she whispered.
"Anything...anything, anything at all..." I replied.
"Marry us".
"Marry...marry who?..." I asked with mild bewilderment.
"Me...and Eddie...."
"But...but I'm not a minister, Susan...and you're..."
"We're brother and sister, I know...but I just had a conversation with 
God, Eric..." I saw deep into her soul through her eyes, and knew she 
wasn't kidding, wasn't making this up at all "...and He said...He said 
for one thing, you are an angel of His, you're doing His work right now, 
and to keep it up, keep at it no matter what, He actually told me to 
tell you that.."

"I don't doubt what you're saying for a second, Susan, not a second..." 
though I really did, and just went along because she was who she was.
"...and He said tell you, just in case you doubted my conversation with 
Him, that it was you, and not your family dog Sylvester, who destroyed 
your sister's favorite doll when she was eight, when you got mad at her 
for ratting you out about skipping school the day before."

I stopped my breathing for several seconds, and turned whiter than a 
Klansman's new robe. Fuck. Shit. Damn. What was I supposed to think, now? 
Susan continued, as I kissed her, looking into her eyes more deeply 
than ever.

"Anyway, Eric, my angel..." she burbled on "...God said tell you that 
Eddie and I won't last another couple of days, He's calling us home, and 
He's giving you special dispensation to marry us, He's ordaining you 
right this moment as one of His special angels on Earth, to marry us, 
right here, right now, so Eddie and I can be together forever, in Heaven, 
with Him."

I absolutely fucking lost it. I began crying like a fucking baby. 
Margot and Eddie came over to the bed to comfort me, as did Sherry and James 
even, all giving me a sweet, supportive group hug. I composed myself as 
best I could, wiping my tear-stained face with the other clean 
washcloth that was on the bed.

I took the virginal-blood-stained washcloth from Margot's hand, kissed 
it, had Susan and Eddie kiss the blood of humanity on it too, the blood 
on Christ incarnate from my pinning of Susan to this plane of existence 
in this time and space, with a "sure, Susan, since God said it was 
okay, sure...I'll marry you and Eddie."

"And you guys..." Susan said loudly to Sherry and James "...you keep 
your mouths SHUT, not one word to my parents or anyone else, OKAY!?!", 
they nodding "yes".

Things became a blur for the next while. I remember Sherry and James 
being the bridesmaid and best man, and Margot giving Susan's hand in 
marriage to her brother and eternal soulmate, Edward. I remember saying a 
brief speech about God and eternity and marriage, and then pronouncing 
them husband and wife. I remember Eddie consummating their marriage by 
fucking his sister doggie-style, as they urged Margot and I to join for 
a moment of eternal happiness with them. I remember Susan and Margot 
doing a sixty-nine together, just because Eddie had always wanted to see 
two women together. I remember Margot riding Edward atop him, as Susan 
rode me similarly, me and Eddie buttcheek-to-buttcheek beside each 
other on Susan's bed. Then I remember Susan crawling atop her brother, her 
legs intertwining with her new husband's, as she drove him deeply 
inside her, kissing him as a wife, not as a sister, as they fucked their 
souls together, melding them into one within the caldron of their 
God-blessed passion. Margot and I slid off the bed while they did that, Eddie 
coming soon after, his sister and wife sliding up to snuggle her head 
under his chin.

"It's time for you to go home..." Susan whispered to us as she started 
to drift off to perfect sleep in her brother's and husband's arms 
"....thanks for everything...thanks for showing us what we ended up not 
missing after all...and thanks for marrying us, Eric, you were a great 
minister, and a great first fuck too, and an even better angel..." she 
cooed to me "...and thanks, Margot, for being my bridesmaid, and for being 
my first and only woman, so I could please my Eddie...thank you...thank 
you both...it's time for you to go now."

"You're both welcome" I whispered to Susan as I leaned over to kiss her 
good-bye on the cheek, pulling back to put my pants and shoes and 
labcoat on.
"You're both welcome, too" Margot mimicked, as she kissed Susan a 
deeper, fuller frenchkiss as she also pulled away to dress and leave.

We walked out past the guardshack to the curb, to wait for the van. Doc 
and Lib and Surry and the bunch of the rest of my and Margot's class 
came up behind us, also having just gotten through with their own therapy 
sessions.
"Right on time, I see..." Doc deadpanned to no one in particular "...an 
hour and ten minutes or so, right on time, Eric, Margot".

On the the hour-plus drive back up Sunshine Freeway North to Roslyn 
Harbor the town and Roslyn Harbour Hotel our home and school away from 
home, Doc noticed that faraway look I had in my eyes, and called Margot 
and me to the back of the bus, errrr, hotel shuttle van, so we could talk 
in semi-privacy. I knew I was out of it. Margot answered a lot of the 
questions about how the treatment went, what modality of intervention 
and healing I chose to use, etcetera.

My sense of self quickly recovered under Doc's probing questions, and I 
was able to tell most of the truth, at least the true part of what was 
important to him and relevant to our learning experience at hand, 
without violating the confidences that Susan had asked us indirectly to 
keep, confidences I knew I should keep private. After another ten minutes 
of pointed but polite questions, Doc seemed satisfied, and let us be. We 
migrated back up to the front, sitting with our buds Gwen and Keikkie, 
making smalltalk for the rest of the trip back "home". "Home". Such an 
Earth-bound poor substitute for Heaven but comforting nevertheless 
concept.

Before turning us loose to go eat, Doc called us all back to our 
classroom, where a ten-page multiple choice and essay question test was 
waiting for us all. I honestly don't remember any of the specific questions, 
it was just about stuff covered in "The Manual" and what had been 
covered in class, no surprises. I think I aced it, even as spacey-feeling as 
I still was.

I took my three cuntkateers to "Mom's" for dinner with me, and while it 
was as good as before, the memory of the meal was more of feeling that 
Mom's, whoeverthehell "Mom" actually was, probably some Indian guy from 
LaHore who knew how to cook the hell out of things Americans liked, 
that Mom's cooking was filling my soul more than my stomach.

Back in our room, the girls were too full off gorging their souls and 
appetites too to want to fool around much, though we did do a harmless 
daisy-chain together before pairing off once more into our primary 
pairings to drift off to sleep, Margot feeling so wonderful in my arms as my 
eyes closed and my fleeting thoughts couldn't help but drift off to 
that wonderful couple that we helped "rebirth" into this world and then 
bond together for all eternity in the sight of God within the bounds of 
His Holy Matrimony. 

For the first time all week, I think, I dreamed a 
dreamless night, I didn't dream, my centered and healing slumber being 
shaken awake, a rough hand pulling on my cock belonging to none other 
than Doc hizzelf, as dawn cockcrowed a cock-ell-doodle-do to my protesting 
member, my hand slapping at Doc's to quit doing that to me.


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