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The Best Summer of My Life -- Chapter One
(FM, Fm, mf, FF, Mm, oral, mast, exhib, voy, inc, bi)

And old friend and I were swapping stories one evening. The following 
story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and his. For 
my part, there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the 
wonders of oral sex. The story is also loosely based on a relationship 
my friend had with a physiotherapist. As for the rest, it's a work of 
pure fiction and wishful thinking. I hope you enjoy it.

*****

School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall 
when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing 
around for me this summer. The fact was-I needed a summer job. 

My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother. They 
kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the 
honor roll each year. That left me little time for socializing because, 
even in summer, they'd have me in geek camps and enriched summer 
schools. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly 
ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness 
around girls. I did manage to date a few though but I never made it 
very far in the love department.

My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. 
Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still 
close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals 
or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or 
they were just too busy to mingle. 

It was a terrific area to live in, a place where I would forge my few 
lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex 
and women there than any other place in my life. But now it was 
Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my 
foot to wake me up.

"What are you doing?" I moaned half asleep. "It's Monday and school's 
out, this should be my day off. Can't I sleep in a bit for a change?"

"Nice try kiddo," she laughed, "there'll be time to sleep in on the 
weekend, that is if you're not working weekends. Right now, you need 
to get up and start looking for a job."

I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever 
going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she'd only bring my 
dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got 
the business end of a belt.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a 
shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke 
my always-stiff cock. I came and it was a good, strong orgasm. My 
cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the 
soapsuds. 

Feeling relieved, at least for a few hours, I cleaned up and went back 
into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in 
those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes 
even more. 

As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered just how I was 
going to find a job-I had never had one in my life. My whole existence 
up to then had been extreme academia-this would be my first 
summer off, sort of. My breakfast of bacon and eggs laid waiting as I 
sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating 
and she studied me as I wolfed down my food. 

"So, what are your plans today?" Mom asked.

"I thought I'd make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants 
around here and see if anyone is hiring," I answered.

"Good luck with that," my sister interrupted, "you should have done 
that a month ago like I did. There won't be any jobs left now."

"Okay, you try that then," Mom said to me, "I might have something 
for you to do at Magda's house but you'll still need a job to fall back 
on after that's done."

I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. 
Jan's remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-
called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We 
were twins and Jan being thirty minutes older, was a fact she always 
reminded me of. Our lives had both gone down the same path-
education, education and more education. Our parents had cloistered 
her into academia, just like me. In the end though we had both 
skipped grades in school and now we were both off to university in the 
fall.

Jan was less inept than I was though. Her social graces were definitely 
more developed. She actually had a few close friends. But she was a 
lot more naïve about the opposite sex though, if that were possible. 

As I walked, I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me 
at Magda's. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend 
of my mother's. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years 
earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the 
neighbourhood kids well. There were even times when I felt she had a 
special smile, just for me. I didn't know what she did but there were 
always people coming and going from her house. 

Having completed my rounds of all the businesses, I returned home 
just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with 
some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it in record 
time. 

"So how did it go?" Mom asked.

"Okay," I said, "I filled out six applications and a couple looked like 
they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper."

"Good. I'm proud of you. You handled that like a man."

Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me like that 
before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.

"So what about the work at Mrs Poulski's," I asked.

"Oh yeah," she said, "good thing you reminded me. You have to go to 
her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs 
some painting done."

At three on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski's door. I was about to knock 
when the door opened and out came a middle-aged man in a suit. Mrs 
P followed close behind. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform 
like a medical technician.

"Oh, Rick," she said, catching sight of me, "you're very punctual, 
please come in."

I followed her into her home, passing her living room. It was to the left 
of what appeared to be a doctor's office or examining room. We 
continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and then turned 
to face me. 

"So, Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you're capable and available 
that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then 
my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some 
garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture 
that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Do you 
think you can handle all that?"

"Holy cow," I said, "I didn't know you had that much work to do, this 
could take me all summer. Just the same, there isn't anything you 
mentioned that I don't think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his 
ability to do handiwork, as he calls it, and I've been helping him do it 
since I was big enough to hold tools. I don't think I'll have trouble, 
but you can bet my dad will steer me straight and even lend a hand, if I 
need it."

"That's great," she said with her special wide smile, "You can start by 
taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can 
meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-
thirty?" 

I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard, 
I took the kind of notes I knew my dad would want. That night I went 
over everything with him and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus 
materials. That would cover everything but the furniture. I would 
figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P 
was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I 
was happy to help. Besides, I didn't need to look for a job any more. 

The next morning, I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the 
deal. She was delighted with my offer. She said other contractors had 
been there earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500 without the 
furniture. 

"I realize you're working for very little and I can't tell you how much I 
appreciate it," she said, "since my husband passed away, it's been 
difficult getting by with only my physiotherapy practice. This will 
really help, thank you."

We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out 
the basement. The next day I was back over right after breakfast but 
before I could knock, Mrs P opened the door and said good morning. 

After I entered, she handed me a key. "This is the key to the back 
door, you'll need to be able to come and go as you require during the 
day. I won't always be available to let you in and sometimes I'm out 
on business."

"Thanks," I said, "that'll be handy."

"Another thing," she added, "my name is Magda, please call me that. I 
hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P., okay?"

"You got it Mrs... Magda," I responded."

The first day was a back breaker. There were dozens of heavy boxes 
to sort out, not to mention furniture to move or store elsewhere. I 
would need room to work in, during the prep and paint phase. The 
whole day I carried boxes and items up the long flight of stairs, 
through the house and out to the garage. Before I knew it, it was 
lunchtime and as I cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to 
me. 

"Rick, I've put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if that's 
okay?"

"I think my mom is expecting me, Magda, so I'll call just in case," I 
responded.

When I called, Mom said it would be fine if I ate at Magda's since she 
hadn't started my lunch yet. I went upstairs into the kitchen where 
Magda sat at a glass breakfast table waiting for me.

"Mom hasn't started my lunch yet so I can eat here," I said as I sat 
down and looked at her. "How long have you been doing 
physiotherapy?"

"Oh, for a long time now," she answered, "I started as a massage 
therapist and graduated to full physio when I became certified eight 
years ago. Then, with the help of my late husband, I opened this shop 
three years later."

"So, I guess you like it then."

"More than anything," she responded, "there's nothing like helping 
people by removing pain from their lives or helping athletes exceed 
their goals."

"Wow that sounds great," I said. I winced as I shifted in my chair.

"What's wrong?" Magda asked.

"Oh just a few sore muscles, I'll be fine after a nice hot shower 
tonight,"

"Come and see me before you leave," she said, "I can help you more 
than just a shower."

"Oh no, that's okay," I objected, "I'll be fine, it's just a few sore 
muscles."

"Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick, 
please," she insisted.

The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning 
and I had only cleared a fraction of the basement. I was dog tired and 
a bit depressed as I stopped by Magda's office to say good-bye. 

"Well that's it for today Magda," I said, "there's still a mountain of 
work left down there, so I'll see you again in the morning."

"Wait right there young man," Magda called out as she made her way 
from her office. 

"Is there something wrong Magda?"

"No, I just want to have a look at you before you leave. You were in 
pain earlier and I want to check you out, make sure you're not 
overdoing it."

My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in 
dust. I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders and every so 
often, she would hit a sore spot that would make me wince. She did a 
quick standing massage on my back, neck and shoulders. It made me 
feel fantastic. Then she told me to bring a change of clothes the next 
day and she would do more work on me before I left. I thanked her 
and headed home for that long-awaited shower.

The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and 
dressed before heading to Magda's. This time I packed a fresh shirt 
and shorts as she had asked. When I arrived at the house, there was 
no answer, so I used my key and went straight to the basement. Again 
the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into 
some semblance of order. Then I moved one heavy box at a time up 
to the temporary storage in the garage. 

As lunchtime arrived, there was still no sign of Magda so I closed up 
and went home for lunch. Around one-thirty I returned to continue 
working and I saw Magda's car in the driveway. I entered through the 
back door again and went directly to the basement. All through the 
day I could hear movement upstairs and the sounds of people coming 
and going. Around two-thirty Magda came down to the basement to 
bring me a cold drink.

"Hi Rick," she said with her usual cheery smile, "wow, look at all the 
work you've done, I don't recognize the place. You know you've got to 
slow down, this is a lot of work for one person and I don't want you 
hurting yourself. You have the whole summer to get it done."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said, "to tell the truth, I can really 
feel it now. Maybe I'll take your advice and slow down a bit."

"Stop by and see me before you leave," she said, "I want to check you 
out again."

By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work, not 
to mention the pain and fatigue. For all my effort, the place still 
didn't look changed enough. As I walked by Magda's office, this time she 
called me in.

"So how are you feeling this afternoon?" she asked as she got up and 
walked behind me to have a look.

"I'm still pretty sore," I said, "but I'll get over it."

She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain 
was almost unbearable.

"Oh no no no," she said softly under her breath, "did you bring that 
change of clothes I asked you to?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Good, you've severely overtaxed some muscles and you need 
treatment. There'll be no charge of course, call it payback for the great 
deal you're giving me. Now go through that door to the wet therapy 
room and take a long hot shower in the back, as hot as you can stand. 
When you're done, wrap a dry towel around your waist and lie face-
down on one of the massage tables, then call me."

I found my way through to the shower passing all the water related 
equipment. There was a large metal whirlpool tub, a sauna and other 
deep tanks that I couldn't quite figure out. I had no idea she was so 
well set up.

After the shower I dried myself and wrapped a fresh towel around my 
waist. I went back into the other therapy room that looked more like a 
gym with all the exercise equipment. I got up on to a table. 

"Ready Magda," I called out.

I heard her voice answer from her office. "Oh good, I'll be right there."

She came straight over to the table and had me lay down on my 
stomach. Then she set to work on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. 
Magda had a slight build and only stood around five foot two inches 
but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and hands. She 
skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent-up tension and 
strain. Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably better. 

"Alright, that will do for the massage Rick, let's get you into the 
whirlpool and seal the deal now."

I followed her into the other room, as she stood by the tub and told 
me to get in. 

"Hold on, I'm naked under this," I whined.

She smiled. "You know I work with athletes all day who never think 
twice about being unclothed around me. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." 
She turned her back.

I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I'd acted. I dropped 
my towel and almost wished she'd turn around, but she didn't. I 
climbed into the tub and she flipped the switch beside her. Powerful 
jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe; it felt incredible. She 
set a timer and after asking if I was okay, she went back to her office.

For the next twenty minutes I basked in the sensation of the hot water 
and intense jets. Before I knew it, she was back in the room with fresh 
towels and this time I didn't hesitate; I got up straight out of the tub 
and stood facing her in the raw as she handed me the towels.

"Good, very good," she said, "never be ashamed of your body Rick. 
You're tall and you have a very lean, strong physique."

Then she blatantly stared down between my legs, "Believe me, you 
have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary."

I was six feet tall and one hundred and forty-five pounds. My cock was 
just a little over seven inches, already as long as it would ever get. It 
was pretty thick too, although it would thicken more in later years. 
With wind-blown, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have 
probably passed for a surfer type I guess.

Magda leaned up against the tub and folded her arms. We continued to 
talk as she watched me dry myself. "You know Rick I've heard you're a 
real academic, genius level, according to your mother. But here you 
are, strong with an athletic build and doing a man's labour. Forgive me 
but you just don't look the part."

I smiled, "Thanks, I guess. My parents are both in great shape-they 
believe a fit body suits a fit mind. Along with our endless studies my 
sister Jan and I have always exercised. We cycle and hike everywhere, 
plus, we work out in our basement. Unfortunately, with all the 
scholastic and physical training, it left us almost no time for a social 
life.

As for the labour part, you work with your brain and create with your 
hands. That's my dad's mantra and I've been building and fixing things 
with him for as long as I can remember.

"Work with your brain, create with your hands," she thought out loud. 
That's an interesting and almost philosophical thought." 

"It is what it is, and that is, what I am. I think a French scholar once 
said that." I said.

Her gaze deepened, I wasn't sure if she was impressed or bored out of 
her skull.  

I had never been undressed in front of a woman and I couldn't believe 
I was doing it now. Somehow, I wasn't nervous or shy at all, Magda 
was different somehow. As the nervousness wore off, I began to feel 
very aroused and so did my cock. I felt my face flush and I tried to 
hide my erection behind the towel.

"Don't worry about that," Magda chuckled, "I've seen so many 
erections in my work that they don't even faze me anymore." 

I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and her eyes widened 
as she chuckled again.

"Well, maybe just a little," she admitted. "I believe everyone has some 
exhibitionist in them, you know. We're born with it and like children, 
we all want to run around freely in the buff."

"Even you?" I asked.

"Oh, I think it's getting late my young friend and well passed time you 
got dressed. How are you feeling now?" she asked.

"Really good," I answered, "you're really good at what you do."

"Yes... I am." She said in a slow and sexy voice, but at that point it 
was probably my cock doing the listening. 

I dressed and headed home to jerk off-at least four times that night. 
I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if 
she lit a bonfire in my stomach. As I stroked my cock that evening, all 
I could see and think about was her slight frame, tight shapely ass and 
plump tits. She had long, shoulder length black hair and her face had 
sharp features often found in European women. Those features could 
make her seem serious and intimidating but when she smiled, 
everything changed. Her smile was irresistible-it could light up a 
room. 

The next morning, I awoke feeling much better. The searing pain had 
diminished to a dull ache. As I walked over a little early, I wondered if 
I would be lucky enough to get more therapy that day. I entered and 
went straight to the basement and looked around for a good place to 
start. I heard noise overhead around the kitchen and I noticed the 
empty glass from the day before. I thought I'd take it upstairs as an 
excuse to say good morning. Maybe I'd luck out and catch her in a 
nightie or something. 

I climbed the stairs quietly and as I turned into the kitchen I stopped 
dead in the doorway. The first thing that caught my eye was a smooth 
bare back, then those slender shapely legs and a firm round gorgeous 
ass. She was finishing a drink while she stood at the sink with her back 
to me. She was stark naked and my mind was about to explode. My 
heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was caught in my throat. As 
quietly as I could, I began to step backward.

"Good morning Rick," she said. "You're early today."

"Y... Yes, I am, I... I wanted to get an early start. I'm so sor...," was 
all I could get out as I watched her turn slowly around to face me.

Her body was so lean and compact without an ounce of extra fat. Her 
breasts were plump and round with just a bit of sag that I found 
incredibly sexy. She had large dark areolas and the left one was larger 
than the right. Her nipples were thick and huge and stuck out almost 
an inch.

As I looked downward past her flat tummy my jaw dropped as I beheld 
a bald pussy. In those days women, at least the ones I had seen in 
magazines, well they all had little fur coats in between their legs. 
Magda's pussy looked more like a girl's than a woman's. I loved the 
look of her slit and puffy labia.

"I know what you're looking at," she said, "but you're not getting an 
explanation, at least not today. Right now just enjoy the view-I think 
I owe you this after yesterday afternoon. Oh... and yes, I am enjoying 
it, maybe as much as you are."

After a minute she walked toward me and edged past through the 
doorway-I was too dumfounded to move. She passed facing me and I 
felt her hard nipples graze my tee-shirt. Then she disappeared around 
the corner while I just stood there with my mouth gaping open.

I hurried straight back to the basement. I dropped my shorts and 
masturbated more furiously than ever before. I was so wound up I 
came within minutes, shooting cum onto the boxes and furniture. I sat 
down and tried to collect myself, I had never experienced anything so 
sexy. Until that point, my sexual experience amounted to kissing and 
light petting. I'd enjoyed peeks down blouses and up skirts but never a 
real live pussy, let alone a bald one. 

After I calmed down a bit more, I decided to throw myself into my 
work and clear my head. Now and then I would pass Magda in the hall 
as I moved boxes up to the garage. She was dressed in her whites and 
all business except for the occasional warm smile.

As I worked, I longed to repeat my therapy session from the day 
before. Unfortunately, though, I had to admit that I was feeling much 
better today. Whatever magic she had done had really worked. I was 
preparing to leave later that afternoon when I heard a client enter up 
stairs. I knew then for sure there would be no joy for me that day. I 
climbed the stairs and stopped by her office to say goodbye.

"I'm all done for the day Magda, I'll see you Monday," I called out.

"Okay, Rick," I heard her call from another room, "have a nice 
weekend. See you early again Monday morning?"

My heart leaped into my throat. "Yeah, for sure, count on it," I called 
back.

The weekend couldn't move quickly enough for me as I anticipated 
what awaited me on Monday morning. After three nights of rubbing 
the skin off my cock, I was walking back on Monday, a little earlier 
than the previous Friday. I unlocked the door and looked toward the 
kitchen, no one there. Figuring I was too early, I went downstairs to 
regroup and wait for signs of life. I heard her shower running and after 
another minute it stopped. A few minutes later I heard her walk from 
her room to the kitchen.

"Are you down there Rick?" Her voice came from the top of the stairs.

"Yes, I am," my voice cracked from strain.

"Do you want to come up for tea or coffee?"

"Sure, be right up."

My heart was beating as I climbed the stairs and rounded the corner to 
the kitchen. As I entered though, my hopes were dashed when I saw 
Magda wearing a full-length sheer silk housecoat. She was pouring 
herself a coffee and offered me one. I normally didn't drink the stuff 
but I accepted, just for a reason to stay. We sat at the glass breakfast 
table and talked.

"You were hoping for a repeat of Friday, weren't you?" She began.

I nodded.

"Well, I needed to talk to you about that and this morning was my only 
free time today. We need to discuss what I did on Friday and the day 
before."

"Do you realize know how much older I am and that, well... you'd be 
considered pretty young for me? You're what, eighteen?"

"Seventeen," I admitted looking away.

"Seven... oh my God," she almost gasped.

"There could be severe repercussions for what we did and what it 
might lead to. Not the therapy of course, the other stuff. Your mother 
is a friend and I'm also very well respected in the sports and business 
communities. People trust me with their children to train and nurture 
them as athletes. A scandal involving a young man could mean serious 
trouble for my business, do you understand?"

"I do... I mean, I understand," I stammered. "But, can I just tell you 
one thing? What you showed me on Friday was the most beautiful 
thing I have ever seen in my life. I would die before telling anyone 
about it. Even if you never do anything like that again, I'll always 
remember your generosity to me. Thank you so much Magda."

She was moved by my little speech and she thanked me. Then she 
stood from her chair and as she walked back toward the door, she 
stopped. 

"Shit!... Shit! Shit!" She hissed. Clearly frustrated by something, she 
turned back and walked up to me in the chair. She pulled the silk tie 
on her robe and let both sides slip away. Her luscious body was 
exposed to me once more.

"I can't leave it that way after what you said. Here's something extra 
for you to remember me by," she said as she stood there mere inches 
from my face.

My head was swimming and my hormones overloaded my senses. I 
could smell her essence; feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her 
lusty swollen nipples were so close. I thought to myself, if this is my 
last meal, I'm going for it. I leaned forward and took a stiff, plump 
nipple into my mouth. It felt wonderful as I sucked it and tickled it 
with my tongue. Her response was immediate but confusing.

"Oh God... God... no," she moaned loudly, "We can't do this Rick, no, 
please stop."

My brain was about to explode again but somehow, I stopped and 
leaned back.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized, "but I just couldn't help it, your nipples 
are just so incredible I couldn't resist, I'm so sorry."

She grunted, placed her hand at the back of my head and pulled me 
back to her tit. I resumed suckling her right boob as I fondled and 
pinched the left one. She moaned softly as I continued. With the 
miniscule experience that I had, I knew nothing about pleasuring 
pussies beyond what I'd read. My hand found its way to her dripping 
wet slit and I was shocked at how much it dripped with her moisture.

I rubbed her juices all over her swollen lips as her musky scent filled 
the air between us. My fingers were coated and I instinctively brought 
them to my mouth and sucked on them. I went back again for more, I 
was so overcome by my first taste of pussy. So delicious, so fragrant, 
it was a first that would haunt me for years after.

"Oh my god this is SO wrong," Magda struggled to say. "Please stop 
now Rick. Please stop."

Again, I did as she asked and she moved over and sat down in the 
other chair. Her robe was still open and I reveled in the view through 
the glass tabletop. 

"Your so sweet and wonderful," Magda said, "but we just can't be 
doing this. I could lose everything, don't you understand?"

"Yes, of course I do," I replied, "but I can be quiet-I know better than 
most how to keep a secret. Please believe me, I will never tell a soul 
about us-not my parents and especially not my friends. I'll do 
whatever you want me to, without question."

"I have to get on with my day," she said, "we won't be able to talk 
again before tomorrow but we will talk more."

She got up and went to her room and I headed for the basement. The 
rest of the day went smoothly and I got a lot accomplished as I threw 
myself into my work. All day long I could hear people coming and 
going. This was the busiest I had seen her. Around three she called 
down to tell me she was leaving for the rest of the day. She said she 
would see me again in the morning and then she left. I worked for 
another hour then headed home.
 
The Best Summer of My Life - Chapter Two

The following morning the pain had returned with a vengeance and I 
was in real agony as I got out of bed and limped to the shower. After 
breakfast, I went back over to Magda's to resume working at my 
regular time. I didn't want Magda to think I was pushing by getting 
there too early. 

Once in the basement, I began by moving and sorting boxes again. As 
I lifted one very large box, a pain shot from my lower back and my left 
buttock, straight down through my leg. I whimpered like a wounded 
animal as I dropped the box and fell to the floor. I propped myself up 
on my side rubbing my leg and ass as hard as I could. But the pain 
wouldn't subside.

"Are you all right down there Rick?" Magda called to me from upstairs.

"Oh yeah, fine" I managed to get out, "just a little clumsy this 
morning."

She came partway down the stairs and she saw me on the floor.

"What's going on here," she shouted. She ran the rest of the way 
down. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Oh, I'll be fine Magda, I'm still a little sore and I just lost my 
balance."

"Don't move and just lie there. What happened and where does it 
hurt?" She said as she approached.

I told her what had happened and the look on her face became more 
serious. She helped me out of my shirt and began probing the muscles 
and bones. She hit a sensitive spot near the base of my spine and I 
recoiled in agony. She asked me if I was able to get up and then 
assisted me in climbing the stairs and limping to the wet therapy 
room. 

I steadied myself against the tub as she got my shoes and socks off. 
Then she pulled down my shorts and underwear before helping me get 
in. She turned on the jets and told me to relax and the pain would get 
better. She was right, the pain subsided after fifteen minutes and I 
began to relax. 

"Well I hope we caught this in time," Magda said. "You could have 
sciatica from a pinched nerve or even a herniated disc. I think, with 
the right therapy, you'll be fine though but I'm going to need x-rays 
right away. I'll also need to clear this with your parents before we 
continue. I'm afraid your work is done here for now my friend, you'll 
need to get treatment soon and for a while."

When I was done in the whirlpool, she helped me dress and assisted 
me back home. After a long discussion with my mom they both agreed 
on a plan. The next day, Mom took me for x-rays and I brought them 
with me to Magda's right after. Magda reviewed them in her office and 
after more examination she concluded it was sciatica, just as she had 
thought. With the problem identified, she went over the next steps 
with me.

"I'm going to give you some intense therapy over the next week or 
two but I won't be able to give you my full attention. I have a business 
to run and I'm fully booked right now. That also means I'll have to 
work on you in between my other clients and there won't be much 
privacy if you're a bit shy."

I couldn't see why I'd object, so I just nodded my approval. We moved 
from the office to the therapy room where a young woman in a 
skin-tight gym outfit was working out on one of her machines. She 
looked up at me and smiled as we passed.

"Okay, let's get you up on the table and we'll do some mild traction to 
start," Magda said.

I stripped off my tee shirt and was about to climb up on the table 
when Magda waved her finger at me, then pointed to my shorts. I was 
surprised and I gave her a questioning look but she just gestured to 
remove my shorts again. She walked over to the young woman and 
helped her adjust her equipment. I was pretty embarrassed but I 
reluctantly hooked my thumbs in my shorts and took everything down.

The young woman's eyes opened wider and Magda noticed. She 
followed her line of sight back to my crotch and laughed softly before 
walking back to me.

"Sorry, I only meant the shorts, not the underwear. But if you're okay 
with it, we'll just keep you this way," she said, "working naked is 
always easier for me as we work through the therapies. I'll be able to 
see and feel your progress far better. Just the same, if you're at all 
uncomfortable, please put your underwear back on."

"No... no, I'll be fine, I guess. It's just that I've never done 
something 
like this before. To be truthful, the sensation is very liberating, quite 
pleasant. I'd like to explore this some more."

"That's right, your mom told me, anthropology and philosophy, right? 
They're your favorites. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how quickly 
you're adapting. It is what it is, and that's is, what you are," she 
said.
 
"A smart person once told me something like that," she winked. "So if 
you're comfortable, please stay naked. Besides, and I'll never admit to 
saying this, it'll be some eye candy for Mona and I."

I was still a bit embarrassed as I lay down on the table facing up. The 
strangeness soon wore off though as Magda hooked me up to the 
machine and got it running. As I lay there the cool air washed over my 
skin whenever Magda walked by. I felt so free and exposed, all at the 
same time.

The other young woman continued to work out on her machine. 
Occasionally, she'd steal glances over in my direction. She finished her 
workout and headed toward the room with all the water treatments. 
She stopped alongside me as she passed. She slowly looked me up 
and then down, examining the full length of my body. 

"What's your sport?" she asked.

"I'm not an athlete," I said, "I workout, plus I cycle and hike, but 
nothing else I'm afraid. I hurt myself working for Magda, now she's 
helping me get better. My name's Rick by the way."

She smiled. "Yes, I know, Magda told me. I'm Mona," she said. "I 
guess we should introduce ourselves, since we will be seeing a lot of 
each other, literally. I do a lot of my therapy in the nude as well."

"Oh?" Was the only coherent response I could manage. 

"Oh yeah, for sure," she said. "Athletes don't fret so much about 
nudity. With all the therapy and training we need, clothes can just get 
in the way. By the way, you have a nice lean body, like a runner, very 
nice."

She continued on to the other room and her tight ass swayed 
seductively as she walked. She paused in front of a large standing tub 
and turned to face me again. She peeled off her one-piece outfit 
revealing pert small breasts and another shaved pussy before climbing 
into the tub. She looked back at me with a casual smile then activated 
a treadmill submerged in the water. 

Perhaps athletes were used to this but I sure wasn't. My cock began to 
swell and I felt exposed and embarrassed again. I lay on the table with 
my cock pointing up to the ceiling.

Magda entered the room and stopped as she walked by. "Better get 
used to it Rick; you're going to see a lot of skin while I fix you up." 
She peeked into the other room, then, secure we weren't being 
watched; she wrapped her hand around my cock.

"MMmm, young men's cocks are the best," she whispered to me, "And 
this one, well it's a perfect specimen. Only young men get this hard," 
she said. She crinkled up her nose in delight. "Mm, it just makes me 
shiver."

Then she let go and continued to the other room to tend to Mona. I 
was going crazy now. I was beyond hard and my balls ached, I 
couldn't stand it. Magda returned after a few minutes and told me it 
was time for water therapy. She unhooked me and then helped me off 
the table.  

We moved to the other room, where Mona was still waist-high in water 
and walking briskly. She caught notice of my erection and smiled 
widely. Her cute tits bounced slightly with each step and her nipples 
were hard and erect. I got into the whirlpool and Magda started up the 
jets. Then she leaned in to me to speak. 

"Please try not to cum in the water, I'll help you out with that later," 
she said. 

I didn't need any more encouragement than that, even though my 
balls still ached. Pretty soon Mona was done and she exited the tank. 
She strolled over to my tub and we talked as she toweled off. 

"Almost done for the day?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, that will be up to Magda. You know, I'm not used to 
seeing so much nudity and I'd like to ask you a personal question if I 
could?"

A curious smile came over her pretty face, "Sure, go ahead, I guess." 

"Why don't you or Magda have hair down there?" I blurted out.

"Gee, well that's wasn't what I expected," she laughed. "I don't know 
about Magda but I'm a swimmer. We shave everything possible to cut 
down on drag. Now that was the proper answer," she said. "But if 
you're looking for a better one, it's more about oral sex. It's so much 
better with a shaved pussy, it feels fantastic." She winked and then 
headed to the lockers.

I knew about oral sex because, like everything else, I had read about 
it. I knew that with oral sex a woman would suck on a guy's cock and 
a guy would lick a girl's pussy. Licking, kissing and sucking on 
different parts of the body, supposedly felt amazing. Beyond that I was 
clueless but boy, did I ever want to try it. Magda returned to get me 
from the tub and I asked her point blank if that was why she shaved.

"Okay," she said, "now where did that come from?" She thought for a 
second and did an eye-roll. "Mona... I'll bet it was Mona, that little 
slut. Well, the answer is yes, I do it because I love oral sex. I 
probably love it more than anything on earth. My bald pussy makes it that 
much better if you really need to know."

"I've never done that," I admitted. "Although, I have read about it."

"Read about it eh. From what you've told me so far, it would have 
surprised me if you had tried it."

"Yeah, I guess I'm like that old joke about experts," I said, "I may 
know fifty ways to make love, but I don't know any women."

"That's cute but you're forgetting, you do know a woman now. Fifty 
ways huh?" Magda smirked.

"Not really," I answered, "but I AM a very quick study."

"Alright, enough of this for now, we have half an hour before my next 
two clients arrive. Why don't we head back over to the table and I'll 
work on you some more."

With all our flirting and talk about oral sex, I was still hard when we 
got to the table. I slowly got up and lay down on my back and my cock 
stood up straight at attention again. 

"Oo, so nice," she cooed and grabbed my stiff in a second. She stroked 
my shaft and her left hand rested on my chest pinching my nipples. 
"So hard, so nice, I just can't resist it," she said.

I moaned as she expertly stroked me and I closed my eyes to savor 
the sensation. But then it changed, it became something entirely 
different, something warm, wet and soft. I opened my eyes and saw 
myself disappearing into Magda's mouth. It was so warm and 
wonderful in there and she fondled my large balls softly while she 
sucked. She made wonderful satisfied noises as she continued and I 
could feel her tongue bathe the head of my cock. She seemed to know 
all the supersensitive spots of my anatomy and she played me like an 
instrument. I'd never known feelings like these and my blood was 
beginning to boil. The feeling of her mouth on my sex was so powerful 
I began to feel faint.

I came, fast and hard, almost without warning. My cock pumped 
stream after stream of cum into her mouth. She was unprepared and 
made muffled screeching sounds as she tried to swallow my pent-up 
load. The overflow spilled out past her lips and down my shaft as she 
finally got on top of it. When I finished, she raised her head and looked 
at me. Her mouth and chin dripped with my seed.  

"Oh my god, I forgot how much cum a young man can generate, 
especially with huge testicles like yours," she laughed. She wiped her 
mouth and chin. "It's wonderful and you taste so sweet, I'm going to 
want a lot more of this my boy."

"I usually cum a lot when I don't masturbate for a whole day," I said. 
"I could stop masturbating at home if you want?"

She let out a belly laugh at how naïve I was. Then she bent down and 
licked up the spillage before sending me off to the shower. After a nice 
long rinse I emerged, looking forward to more attention from my 
therapist. Once again, I had a full erection as I walked back through 
the wet treatment room. 

When I re-entered the room in the buff, I'd forgotten that Magda was 
expecting more clients. Magda was talking with two young girls, both 
wearing danskin, the sheer body stocking that dancers wear. I knew 
about it from my sister who wore hers around the house after ballet 
class. Both girls looked very young, perhaps in their early teens. They 
were flat chested except for tiny bumps and their hair was short and 
pixie-like. They were both disturbingly pretty and I had trouble taking 
my eyes off them. 

As I entered, Magda looked over in surprise. "Oh no, Rick, I'm with 
other clients right now, please wait for me in the wet room." 

I did an about-face and headed back through the doorway. As I sat in 
a chair by the door, I could hear their conversation. 

"I'm sorry girls," Magda said, "I'm afraid you'll see a lot of that as 
you 
continue with your program, you might as well get used to it. My 
facility deals mainly with sports injuries and focused training for 
athletes."

"We understand," one of them said, "I believe our mother chose you 
with all that in mind. This doesn't mean you'll want us to be naked as 
well, does it?"

"No, of course not," Magda said. "Although many young athletes your 
age train in the nude, I won't ask you to do that until you're ready and 
your parents approve." 

"Our mother does approve though, she even prefers it," the other one 
said. "She's always told us that she trained that way in Russia when 
she was our age-everyone trained in the nude. We just don't know if 
we want to though."

"All I can say is you'll know when you're ready," Magda assured them. 
"You'll see that it's not as big a deal as you think it is now. Now if 
it's with you both I'll call Rick back in, I need to move him along with 
his therapy."

I didn't hear their response but then Magda called me back into the 
room. I re-entered still in the buff but with my erection greatly 
diminished. I was getting used to public nudity now, in fact, I was 
beginning to enjoy it. I walked over and stood between the girls with 
my hands behind my back.

"Yes Magda," I said, "ready for me now?"

"I will be in another minute," she said, "forgive me but I wanted Eva 
and Beata to meet you and see that you have no problem being nude."

"Absolutely not," I said. "Good to meet you." I looked and smiled at 
each of them.

"Please wait for me over by the table, while I get the girls going on the 
equipment."

I turned and smiled offering each of them an unobstructed full frontal. 
Then I sat in a chair by the table and kept my legs spread to afford 
them the best possible view again. Both girls seemed transfixed and 
their attention caused my member to swell back to its full glory. 
Magda noticed them both glaring at my cock.

"Girls," she said, "Rick has an erection now and that's something else 
you'll see a lot of during your training. Young boys and men get 
excited when they see nudity or when women look at them when they 
have no clothes on. Especially young boys who always seem to have 
erections." She chuckled.

She set the girls up and then walked over to me motioning me up onto 
the table. She performed some hamstring stretches on my left leg and 
then she hooked me up for more traction. 

The afternoon went by quickly and around four thirty the girls' mother 
arrived. She entered as if she were royalty, looking at everyone and 
everything as if it were an inspection. She noticed me lying on the 
table and had no qualms about coming closer to look me over 
carefully. She was a stunning beauty, tall and lean, the picture of 
health and wealth. 

"It's nice to see some shops still work people in the nude Magda, very 
good. I loved training that way when I was young," she said. "Come 
on girls' it's time to go. Let's get changed into your street clothes."

But the girls were shy. They had changed into their danskins when I 
was in the other room and now I was with them and unable to leave."

"Come come now," their mother prodded, "get those skins off and get 
dressed. Magda, I thought we could all go out for an early dinner but I 
see you still have a client." 

"Thank you for the offer but you're right, I still have some business to 
conclude," Magda said. "By the way, you're looking amazing as 
always, you must work out constantly."

"Old habits my dear, they do die hard," Anya said. "How nice of you to 
notice. Come on now girls," she called out again, "please don't dawdle."

Reluctantly the girls stripped off their little outfits and stood au 
naturel covering themselves with their hands. They were so pretty with 
their little nubbin breasts and tiny slits. They both ran to their locker 
and their little bums looked so sweet and childlike. They quickly got 
their clothes on and then rallied back to their mother's side.

"Same time day after tomorrow?" Anya asked. 

Magda nodded her approval and then the three walked out the door.

"Wow, what's their story," I asked.

Magda rolled her eyes. "Anya is an Olympic legend from Russia and 
she lords over her poor daughters constantly. She wants them to be 
proper reflections of herself, so she arranged for me to tone them up 
and prepare them for their next competition. It's not exactly what I do 
here but who can say no to the great Anya Petrova."

"That was Anya Petrova?" I said, "I was a little kid when she won all 
those medals, she was everyone's darling. I can't believe that woman 
is the same person."

"Well she is, and she still has considerable influence in the sports 
world. If she wants me to tone up her girls, I'll be happy to do it, sort 
of. That woman could ruin me without half trying so I keep her on my 
good side."

Magda disconnected me from the machine and told me to go take a 
ten-minute soak before I left. Then she changed her mind and told me 
to take a shower instead. Once in the shower, I savored the hard hot 
spray on my skin. Suddenly the curtain opened wide behind me and in 
walked Magda. 

"Let's kill two birds, shall we?" She said. "We'll get you cleaned up and 
loose and I'll check you over again, very carefully. It's been a long day 
for me to so, be a dear and help me clean up as well? And don't you 
miss a spot now."

We rubbed soap all over each other making sure to get every little 
nook and cranny nice and clean. I had never touched a woman like 
that before and I all but swooned as my hands slipped over her taut 
silken skin. It was as if I were blind and seeing for the first time but 
with my hands. Everything was wondrous to the touch.

"Oh, dear God," Magda moaned, "I can't remember the last time 
someone felt me up like this. Your hands, they're actually shaking. Oh 
Rick, I feel so desirable right now. Go ahead, touch me, explore me, 
yes, that's it, oh God I love it."

I took her in my arms and hugged her so tightly; I wanted her body as 
close and tight to mine as I could have it. She broke free and slid 
down my body to her knees. She took hold of my cock and it seemed 
to have a heartbeat of its own now. She gave me another fantastic 
blowjob that made my knees wobble. This time she swallowed it all. I 
lifted her back to her feet and I kissed her as passionately as I knew 
how. I picked up on a different taste in her mouth and realized it was 
my cum. 

"You're constantly delighting me," Magda said softly. "Most men avoid 
kissing after oral sex but you, you just dive in and enjoy everything."

"How could I not enjoy kissing you," I said, "and as for tasting my own 
cum, I was curious to see what you liked about it. I would so love to 
return the favor, Magda. Please show me how you like it? The other 
morning, when I tasted you on my fingers, it did something to me. 
Now, it's all I think about, especially when I masturbate."

"What am I going to do with you?" She said. "You're a novice to 
lovemaking, but yet, you have a maturity about sex. A sensibility 
that's greater than most men I've known. I'll think about it but I'll 
probably give in and show you. I just know you'll be terrific at it. 
Well, 
young man, it looks as if you have a sex tutor. God help me if this 
ever gets out, but hell, I really want this now. What about you?"

"I'm stunned. I can't believe how lucky I am. I keep thinking I'll wake 
up covered in cum from the most amazing wet dream of my life. Teach 
me Magda. I want to learn all the ways I can make love to every inch 
of you."

"Mm, I'd like that, alright, class is over for today. I still have a lot 
of 
work to do."

I was overjoyed as we exited the shower and toweled each other off. I 
quickly got dressed and kissed Magda passionately once more before 
heading home.

Later, sitting in my kitchen, Mom asked me how things went and if I 
was feeling any better. I told her the therapy was great and made me 
feel terrific. I said that Mrs P, really seemed to know what she was 
doing.  After dinner I went to my room to listen to music and read a 
book. 

My thoughts went back to being naked at Magda's and I began to feel 
cooped up in my clothes, so I removed them. I enjoyed being naked 
now and it felt right. Moments later, there was a knock on my door 
and I rose to answer. It was my mother and she walked straight in 
without waiting. She stopped dead in her tracks and her jaw dropped 
as she stared me up and down. I stood my ground and looked her in 
the eye as I asked what she wanted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I... didn't..." but then she paused and looked at me 
curiously, "aren't you the least bit embarrassed?" She said. "You're 
standing in front of me with nothing on, calm as can be. You're not 
even trying to cover up. This is strange."

My sister Jan was passing by outside. She did a double-take when she 
saw me through the open doorway. She stuck her head in and she 
laughed. "Nice, Rickster, love your dick, REALLY love it." 

My mother pushed her head back out the doorway and shut the door. 
"I'm a little uncomfortable standing here looking at you, but I want to 
know what's going on. You've never acted like this before."

"There's no problem, Mom, I've discovered that I love the freedom of 
being nude. To tell the truth, I only realized it today during my 
treatments. At Mrs P's, athletes train and get treated in the nude. They 
think nothing of it. There's nothing wrong about nudity and in the end, 
it's easier for all concerned. At first, I was shy but after a whole day, 
working alongside other patients, it all felt very natural and relaxed. I 
loved it."

"I thought, since I was alone in my room, what would be the harm in 
getting naked again? I would have covered up to answer, but you 
walked right in. Now that I know you're offended by it, I'll be more 
careful but I still intend to go without clothes whenever I can."

All through my little speech, my mom scarcely took her eyes off my 
cock as it began to swell. 

"Oh god you're getting an erection," she gasped. 

"Of course I am Mom, you've been staring straight at it all along. It's 
kind of hard not to. If we both ignore it, it'll go away," I explained.

"Thanks for the biology 101 refresher," she laughed. "But in light of all 
this, I think I'll be dropping by tomorrow to see what goes on at 
Magda's," she said.

"Great, then you can see first-hand what I'm talking about," I added.

She came over and kissed me good night, then she looked down once 
more before leaving the room, shaking her head. I sat back down and 
continued to read my book but about fifteen minutes later, I was 
interrupted again. This time it was my sister Jan and she tapped on 
the door lightly as she quietly let herself in. She was wearing a full-
length tee shirt nightie that she always wore to bed. I loved the way it 
clung to her small boobs. She crept over to my bed and sat down 
facing me as I sat in my chair.

"Geez Rick you're still naked. She didn't make you get dressed? What's 
up?" "Why are you going naked, all of a sudden? Not that I'm 
complaining mind you, I'm really enjoying this. I've been a little 
curious how you looked this way."

"Really Sis?" I said as I rose and stood in front of her. "How come you 
never told me? I'm pretty sure I would have shown you anything you 
wanted."

"Oh wow... that's... nice," she looked me up and down. Then she 
snapped out of her trance. "I guess I should have realized that, we've 
always been so open about everything. I doubt I could have been as 
generous in return though."

Jan and I always had a great relationship like most twins. We always 
felt free to talk about or ask each other anything, within reason. We'd 
often sneak peeks at each other in our bedrooms or in the bathroom, 
but we never went further. I was always curious to see what she 
looked like as well. 

We hadn't seen each other naked since we were young kids and my 
cock began to swell as she studied it while we talked. Her eyes 
widened as I came to full erection and I contracted the muscles in my 
groin to make it bounce for her. She giggled and soon there was a 
large drop of precum on the tip. 

"I know what that is," she said, "it's precum. Boys make that before 
they actually cum, it's like a lubricant. Can you cum for me Rick? I'd 
love to see that more than anything."

"Sure, I guess" I said, "Would you help me with a little incentive, 
though?"

"You little shit," she smiled, "what would you like?"

"Show me your pussy," I asked, "I'd really love to see it."

She thought about it for a second, "Can I see yours first, up close?"

"Of course, you can, I'd really like that," I admitted.

"Really, you like being looked at?"

"Yeah, strangely, it makes me feel good and I always get a hard-on. 
Just the thought of you getting up close and personal is really turning 
me on."

She slid off the bed on to her knees and came nearer. As she got up 
close, I stuck my hips outwards and spread my legs apart. My heavy 
balls hung down and she moved in close and fondled them. It felt so 
nice to have her touch me that way and the loose skin tingled. Her 
face came to within an inch of my cock and she stared intently at the 
head and the precum on the tip. Then she slowly looked up and down 
the shaft and back down to my balls. 

I could feel the warmth of her skin on my genitals. I felt so excited, 
exposed and horny, all at the same time. Jan leaned in again and 
sniffed me here and there and she got a strange look on her face. 

"What's wrong," I asked.

"Nothing really, I just can't decide if I like how you smell down here. 
On the one hand, it's strong and a bit unpleasant, like sweat. But I 
still 
want to go back and smell some more for some odd reason."

Then she stood and lilted her nightgown up to her waist. She hooked 
her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down to the floor. She 
tossed them on the bed and pulled her nightie up to her waist. 

"Can I see your breasts for a minute?" I asked.

"No, that's not what we agreed. Besides, they're just small and 
nothing special."

"I doubt that," I responded, "I love the way they look in that top. I 
always have."

She thought for a second and then raised her top higher and showed 
me her pert little tits for just a moment.

"There, you've seen them now," and she sat back down on the bed. 
She bent her knees and planted her feet up on the top of the bed. She 
spread her knees wide apart giving me the best possible view of her 
sweet pussy. 

She wasn't shaved of course but she didn't have a thick fur coat 
either. She had fine blonde pubic hair all over her mound and down in 
between her legs. Her labia were swollen open and glistening from her 
excitement as I moved in close and slowly began to stroke my cock. 

She dropped a hand down from her knee and touched herself lightly 
near the top of her pussy. I saw her shiver as she did and I continued 
to stroke my cock. Before long I felt the urge begin to build in my 
balls. I was so worked up from our little show and tell that I was going 
to cum in record time. I shot cum all over the bedspread and carpet in 
long thick spurts.

Jan muffled her squeals of excitement with both hands. She reached 
down and scooped up a glob from the bed and rubbed it between her 
fingers. She sniffed it for a second before she wiped her fingers on the 
bedspread. She grabbed her panties and slid off. Bending down, she 
pulled them back on again. She pulled the front of her top up to her 
tits again for a quick flash and then she gave me a coy smile.

"You're wrong about your boobs, hon," I said, "They're terrific."

"Thanks Rick, and this was fantastic. I've always wanted to see that 
happen. I'm beginning to understand why you like people to see you 
now. It was kind of fun to show off for you, I liked it. Don't tell 
anyone 
we did this though, please," she pleaded.

"Oh come on," I smiled at her. "Who would I tell anyway? Don't worry, 
Sis, this is strictly between us. Any time you want a repeat, just let me 
know."

She kissed me on the cheek and then quietly left for her room. Yes! I 
thought to myself, my life was getting pretty interesting... finally. 
Shortly after, I turned in for the night but not before masturbating one 
more time. I recalled every delicious detail of my day before I came 
into a handful of tissues.

The next morning, I was sore again and my back and leg kept 
bothering me. I told my mom about it as I ate breakfast.

"So you're going back over to Magda's for more therapy?" Mom asked.

"Well... yeah, I thought that was the plan," I said. "Is there a problem? 
Is it because of what I told you last night?"

"I'm a pretty open-minded woman," she said, "but I'm afraid I'll need 
to see all this for myself, just to be sure. It can be a nasty world out 
there and too often it's those professing to help, who do the worst 
deeds. I'm not accusing Magda of anything, please believe me, I just 
want to drop by and see for myself. Tell her I'll be by later this 
morning."

If only she knew the whole story, I thought to myself. 

I arrived next door early and after letting myself in I called out to 
Magda. She answered from her bedroom and called for me to join her. 
As I entered, she was putting on a sports bra but she was still panty-
less. I stood still for a moment enjoying the view before I warned her 
about Mom's impending visit. 

She was understandably concerned but I managed to convince her 
that if my mom could see how the therapy worked, she'd accept it. 
After that, I could be naked around Magda's place any time, without 
causing suspicion. 

"Well she couldn't have picked a better day for it," she said, "today 
will 
be very busy, I have five athletes from the college track team coming 
in for evaluations."

Once we were both back in the therapy room, I stripped and put my 
clothes in a locker. I got on the table and she began stretching my 
hamstrings again. When she finished, she had me flip over on my 
stomach while she taped on electrodes. She covered the areas with 
warm towels and turned on the power. It felt really odd at first, as my 
muscles began to spasm and contract involuntarily. In those days 
muscular stimulation wasn't very advanced, it produced very hard 
jerky spasms that were often uncomfortable but I soon adapted.  

Mona walked into the room wearing a tight tracksuit and carrying her 
gym bag. 

"Good morning," she said to Magda, then she looked at me, "and hello 
again, back for more I see."

I smiled back at her and nodded. She continued on to her locker as 
Magda followed her. 

"What are you doing here today Mona?" She asked. "I wasn't 
expecting you until tomorrow?"

Mona stiffened and looked defensive, "I had a change of plans and I 
thought I'd take a chance and come in today. You were pretty free 
yesterday."

"Well today will be different, I'll have five track athletes plus Rick in 
the shop. However, we could turn this to our mutual advantage if 
you're willing. I could really use some help and seeing you're almost 
through your studies as a therapist, perhaps you could be my assistant 
today. I'll swap your time for shop time, plus I'll endorse your hours to 
your practical count." 

"Hell yes, that's a deal!" Mona shouted. "What's the plan?"

Magda went over her plan with her and I listened as they divided up 
the tasks. As I lay on the table, I watched Mona strip and then put on 
another skin-tight outfit like she was wearing the day before. She 
began setting up the treadmills, weight machines and other diagnostic 
equipment.

A little later, all five athletes arrived with their coach. Magda came 
out 
and smiled warmly as she hugged the coach and then she kissed him 
on both cheeks. 

"Good to see you Jeff," she said. 

"And this is your 'A' Team?" She added, looking the young men up and 
down."

"Yes they are," he said proudly, "this is John and John again, Rich, Eric 
and Arthur, my all-star track team. As we agreed, I need a full work-
up on each of them with recommendations for any supplemental 
training or development."

"Got it," she said, "you'll have my report Monday afternoon."

"Terrific," he said. "Okay boys, this is Magda and as far as I'm 
concerned she's the best of the best. Whatever she says or needs, you 
will do. What you do here today is important and it may impact your 
careers as athletes. I'll be back to pick you all up at the end of the 
day."

As Magda walked Jeff to the door they continued to talk. 

"Jeff, just to speed things along, I'd like to work your boys in the 
buff, 
will that be a problem?" she asked.

"No, of course not, these guys are all hard core," he answered. "But, is 
that young woman your assistant? She's close to the same age and 
that might be a problem. We're not a co-ed college so these boys don't 
work out with a lot of pretty young women around."

"What would you suggest?" She asked. "I really need her to process 
this many boys."

"Just lay down the law good and hard, before you get started-there 
shouldn't be any problems. But if they don't get the message, then get 
really tough. I'll support whatever you do; I have complete faith in 
you. I'll see you at the end of the day," he said as he opened the door 
and stepped out.

When Magda returned to the room, she introduced herself again as 
well as Mona. She gave the team a brief description of what she would 
be doing and why. They all listened intently and then she explained 
that in order to move things along more quickly, she would prefer if 
they all worked in the buff for the day. If any of them had an issue 
with that, they could wear towels during the wait times but during 
tests, everyone would be in the raw.

"Everyone?" One of the boys said looking at Mona. 

"No, not everyone... Eric is it?" Just you five and Rick over there on 
the 
table. Now, unless there are any more childish questions, I'd like to 
get on with it gentlemen?" The whole team stiffened up.

Mom had already walked in and was standing in the doorway. She had 
heard more than half of Magda's speech. She saw me on the table and 
I smiled. Magda turned and saw her and she signaled for her to wait a 
minute as she continued to address the team.

"One more thing boys," she said in closing, "Mona and I have seen 
more genitals and erections than any of you ever will see in your lives. 
We do this for a living, gentlemen and we're damn good at it. Do as 
Mona and I say, quickly and without chatter and I promise I can help 
you to improve your game. Don't, and you'll be waiting for your coach 
out in the other room. I have no time to waste. There's a lot of you to 
assess properly today, and in very little time, so let's get to work and 
get it done."

"By the way," she added, "the woman in the doorway over there is 
Ruth and she will be auditing me this morning, please pretend she's 
not here unless she asks you a question, in which case, please answer 
her as succinctly as possible. Okay Ruth?

My mom nodded from the doorway.

"Alright, so let's get ready then," Magda barked. "Lockers are over 
there, towels are over there. John and John I'll see you first and the 
rest of you are with Mona for Q & A. I'm going to have a quick word 
with Ruth first, so give me a minute."

When she got over to my mom she ushered her into the next room. 
"Rick told me you were coming and I figured an audit was the best 
way to explain your presence here Ruth. Feel free to walk around and 
watch anything as closely as you like but please look serious and 
official, that's how all auditors look. If you must ask a question, 
please 
run it by me first. Are you fine with all this?"

"Oh yes," my mom replied, "I'm just going to have a quick look 
around, you understand, don't you? By the way, I was very impressed 
with the way you handled yourself with all those boys."

"Of course, I understand Ruth," Magda said, "If Rick were my son, I'd 
probably do the same thing. As far as my handling of the other boys 
goes, they're just young men who need my help right now." 

The two of them walked back into the room and all five men were 
sitting stripped along a bench. Their legs were wide apart as they 
leaned forward with their hands on their knees. Not one had decided 
to use a towel.  

Magda came over to me and removed the towels and electrodes.

"Please go and have a long soak now Rick, you can take care of that 
yourself, now can't you?"

I nodded. But as I got off the table, my nudity caught Mom off-guard 
again. She stared straight at my crotch then she followed me into the 
wet room. 

As I got into the tub Mom whispered to me, "my god Rick, all you boys 
don't have a stitch on, aren't you the least bit embarrassed, parading 
around in front of Magda and that young lady?"

"Not at all, Mom, I actually like it and probably so do the other guys 
too, that is if they care at all. They're all far more used to this than 
I 
am, I've only been at this for two days. You know that young lady you 
mentioned, she's also one of Magda's clients and she trains in the 
nude as well. You see Mom, there's nothing going on here, Magda's 
just doing her job the best way she knows how."

Mom stayed for another full hour looking on as Magda and Mona 
interviewed, then performed tests and measurements on each one of 
the athletes. She marveled as they all stood around or got tested with 
everything on display. They were all fine physical specimens and some 
were really well endowed with long thick penises. Some had large 
testicles with scrotums that hung low and swayed as they walked. 

Sometimes one or more of them got really hard erections when Mona 
would get a little flirty or come in too close. A couple of them were so 
hard, their cocks barely swayed when they moved. Mom was clearly 
flustered at all the beautiful man meat. Before she left she stopped to 
speak to me as I lay on the table getting traction. She leaned in and 
quietly asked if I wanted lunch later and I nodded my response.

Around noon, I put my shorts on and went home to eat. When I got 
there my lunch was ready and waiting so I sat and chowed down. 
Soon my mom walked in and sat down beside me. 

"You know Rick I've decided something."

"What's that Mom?"

 "Well I've thought it over and it will be fine with me if you want to 
walk around without clothes on. It seems very important to you and 
frankly, now that I understand your interest, I think it's kind of nice. 
Feel free to go anywhere in the house whenever your father or your 
sister are not home. Of course, you can do it whenever you want in 
your room as well. 

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. I stood and stripped off my 
shorts and sat back down to finish my lunch. Mom just sat there 
beaming and occasionally she would peek down at my crotch and 
shake her head. 

When I returned after lunch, Magda told me that she was a little 
behind in her work and asked if I could come back in the morning. I 
said it would be fine with me but as turned to head back she asked, 
"by the way, what did Ruth have to say about this morning?" 

"Well, if I told you she's fine with my being naked around the house 
now, would that be an answer?" I smiled.

"That's amazing," she said, "I need to make time for a one-on-one 
with her soon. There's a lot more going on with her than I gave her 
credit for."

I walked back to my house and I stripped as I got through the back 
door. I immediately noticed a pile of clothes on the floor by the kitchen 
table, the same ones Mom had worn this morning. I continued to look 
around for her until I heard sound coming from upstairs. I climbed up 
and when I reached the top, I heard moans clearly coming from my 
parents' room. 

Sneaking up to the doorway, I peeked through to see Mom lying on 
her bed undressed and masturbating. She was moaning loudly as she 
feverishly moved her hand around her pussy. It made soft squishy 
sounds that were fantastic. Her legs were bent and the soles of her 
feet were up against each other. 

I reached down and stroked myself slowly as I watched her work on 
her pussy. When she came, her ass rose off the bed and bounced up 
and down. As she weathered wave after wave of her orgasm she 
moaned louder and louder. Finally, she settled down and rolled over on 
her side toward me. This gave me a much better view of her body.

I knew my mom was beautiful and I didn't need to see her naked to 
know that. But she was more than beautiful she was gorgeous. Even 
though she was short at just five feet, her figure was in terrific 
proportion. Her tits were a nice double handful for sure and they 
bounced and jiggled wonderfully as she moved to wipe her brow and 
push her sweaty hair back. Her legs were shapely like her ass but her 
pussy was a forest of thick brown fur. She was always an avid walker 
and hiker and she watched her diet carefully. Her figure was trim with 
a lovely hourglass shape. My mom was hot!

I went quietly to my room and closed the door. I turned on my stereo 
at low volume; I wanted her to know I was there. As I lay on the 
bedspread, I could hear her milling around her room quickly and then 
there was a knock at my door. I called for her to come in and she did, 
slowly opening the door. She was wearing her thick terry housecoat 
and she walked in and sat at the end of the bed. 

She looked me in the eyes with a concerned expression. "What are you 
doing back home and how long have you been here, Rick?"

"Long enough," I answered.

"Oh God... how much did you see? NO, don't answer that, I don't want 
you to say the words."

I lay there smiling at her. "Everything's fine Mom, please don't be 
upset."

"I don't know what to say," she began, "I was looking at you and all 
those beautiful young men, walk around with no clothes on at all. 
There were all these beautiful penises, tight abs and hard butts 
everywhere. Some of them, including you, got really big hard erections 
but you all just continued what you were doing as if nothing was 
happening."

"After I got home and made your lunch. I couldn't wait to tell you that 
I'd decided to let you go naked around the house. When I did tell you, 
you immediately stripped off, right in front of me. My heart skipped I 
enjoyed it so much. I knew then just how much I enjoyed looking at 
you; I just had to shake my head. I still can't believe these feelings or 
that I'm telling you about them, for that matter. 

After lunch, when you left, I felt so aroused from everything I'd 
experienced, I just began to undress, right there in the kitchen. The 
next thing I knew I was naked upstairs and... well you know the rest. 
What must you think of me Rick?" 

Her story had me so aroused; I felt something was going to break 
inside me. My cock was so hard it could have cut diamonds. Somehow 
I calmed down enough to answer her.

"You know Mom, the answer to that is easy. I think I've just seen my 
gorgeous, sexy mom in a beautiful special new way. From now on, 
whenever I'm down and want to feel good again, I'll have that vision 
to remember. You just have no idea how grateful I am to you and just 
how much I love you right now."

"My goodness, what a lovely thing to say under these circumstances.  
You're becoming such a special young man, old beyond your years."

"I'm so glad you're beginning to understand how I feel when I'm 
undressed Mom. Maybe one day it can be something we both share."

"Well, I will give that some thought but no promises, this is all very 
upsetting for me right now. Would you do something for me though 
honey?" She asked as her eyes misted up. 

"Anything, just name it," I answered.

"Could you maybe stand in front of me here as I look at you for a 
while?" 

"Of course, I'd love to do that for you Mom," I said as I got off the bed 
and stood inches from her face. "I'll stand here and you can take all 
the time you want. I can turn around or even masturbate for you if 
you like. I'm yours to enjoy."

She reacted a bit at my suggestion. "No... no, I just want to look for 
now. You're so beautiful."

My cock was still rock-hard and she stared intently at it. It throbbed 
with my heartbeat as a large drop of precum formed on the tip. Then it 
oozed off leaving a sticky strand that just hung there and swayed.

She took a long, long look from head to toe and then sighed before 
fixating on my cock and balls again. Smiling a weary looking smile, she 
got up, leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, then she left the 
room.



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