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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Note from Erotin:  Earlier, in Chapter 18, I introduced you to 
Jim and Nikki.  He's the cancer survivor whose side-effects from 
treatments left him with a long tongue.  It's time now to bring 
you up to date on later developments in their lives and 
especially their relationship.  They will tell their own story 
from their individual points of view.

Chapter 29 - Taste Therapy

Nikki:  I stood there in the shower enjoying the spray of 
steaming hot water beat steadily on my breasts.  It felt so good, 
so stimulating.  Almost as good as I felt inside, after all the 
stimulation I had in the previous night's strange activities.  In 
the most complete sense of the word, I had been reamed out.  
Totally, completely, and most satisfactorily.  Not that I hadn't 
been screwed before, but none of those experiences - not even if 
all those times could be combined - were as enjoyable as what I 
felt when Jim ran his tongue up inside....  I couldn't allow myself 
to dwell on those memories, or I would be back in there with him, 
spreading my legs for more, and it was essential that I get to 
work on time.  Absolutely necessary, I told myself.  I tried to 
concentrate on my work.  Thoughts of Jim kept invading my mind, 
just like his tongue had invaded.... There I go again!

Never before had I allowed my personal feelings for any patient 
affect how I did my work.  Certainly, I had never become involved 
with any of my patients, but Jim was special ...very special.  His 
condition was unique, I reasoned, so there's no way I can allow 
him to be absorbed into the system.  They will eat him alive!   I 
laughed at the picture that idiom brought to mind.  And I laughed 
again when I recalled how the Bible reported that Adam "knew his 
wife."  I'll bet he never knew her the way Jim knows me!  And the 
neat thing about what Jim did is that there's no chance of 
getting pregnant.  Big bonus!

Finally, knowing I simply had to get to work at the clinic, I 
turned off the shower and reached for a towel.  A few minutes 
later, after toweling my hair as dry as possible, I brushed it 
out with Jim's brush.  My clothes were still there in the 
bathroom where I had left them the night before.  Perhaps, I 
thought, if I keep my lab coat buttoned, no one will notice I'm 
wearing the same clothes as yesterday.  Lab coat?  Where is it?  
Then I remembered leaving it on the floor downstairs.  Have I 
actually been naked ever since then ...all night?

Not trusting myself to say goodbye to Jim in person, I merely 
called to him from the hallway, then hurried down the stairs.  I 
found my lab coat, put it on and by the time I had it buttoned, 
Jim was at the top of the stairs.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"I have a job, as you well know," I reminded him, "and I sure 
want to keep it."  Leaving him like that was hard - really hard - 
but I had to do it.  Otherwise I would have been on my back 
begging him to tongue me some more.  I hoped he understood....

The clinic was all the way across town from Jim's house.  As I 
drove, I became engrossed in trying to decide how to handle his 
status.  If I put my findings in his report, as I was expected to 
do, his tongue condition would soon be all over the clinic - all 
over town, for that matter.  Oh, I really can't do that to him.  
If I do not include information about his tongue in my report and 
it later becomes a health risk to him, I will not only lose my 
license but will be criminally negligent.  What to do?  There's 
no way I can report what we did together last night ...no way!

By the time I reached the clinic, I had a plan.  A risky plan.  
Maybe not illegal, but certainly on the cusp of unethical 
philandering.  Before checking in, I made a couple of phone calls 
to an attorney that I knew would cooperate.  He called back 
during my lunch hour and told me I was the silent, unlisted 
partner of a new medical corporation which was known as the 
"Rehabilitation And Research Experience."  Oh, I love that 
acronym!   He had also acquired a small office and had a phone 
installed with an answering service.  Wonderful.

While I ate my sandwich, I called Jim.  After I had warned him 
not to talk over the phone about anything personal, I asked him 
if he trusted me.  His affirmation was fluent and flattering.  So 
I asked him to have the clinic transfer all his records to RARE, 
who would oversee the remainder of his spinal repair.  He seemed 
confused, but I assured him it would be fine, but he needed to do 
it immediately ...like right then, but not to mention my name. 

I took my afternoon coffee break early and ordered a few special 
supplies from a medical supply company.  They said they could 
deliver yet that afternoon.  "The door's not locked," I told 
them, "so just go in and set it up however it looks best."  Then 
I called a furniture rental company and ordered a plush couch, a 
recliner, and a couple of nice chairs, giving them the same 
instructions for delivery.

Later that afternoon, just before the clinic closed, I learned 
that Jim was no longer a patient, that for some reason he had 
transferred his records to a new company.  I held my breath for a 
moment, then realized that - true to typical medical snobbery - 
the records officer made no check of the "new company," but 
simply faxed everything as requested.  Now there would be no 
doctors snooping around in Jim's records.  The secret of his 
tongue was mine, and I would keep it safe.  And with him being 
all mine, Jim was going to be safe.

- oo 0 oo -

Jim:  When Nikki left that morning, I was afraid she was angry at 
me, or that she had satisfied her need to "check out my tongue," 
as she had put it, and I might not see her again.  But then she 
called at noon with instructions for transferring my medical 
records to some clinic I had never heard about.  When I tried to 
question her about why, she simply said to trust her.  Sure, but 
that didn't keep the whole deal from sounding suspicious.  Even 
so, I complied with her request, knowing that if I didn't like 
the new arrangements I could certainly reverse the transfer.

Just before 5:00 she called again, telling me to drop everything 
and meet her at the new clinic.  "I'll be there at 6:00," she 
informed me.  "I'll see you then."  

Puzzled, and more than a bit curious, I drove to the address she 
gave me.  There was no sign on the door.  But Nikki was there, 
holding the door open.  We went in together.

"So this is the offices of the Rehabilitation and Research 
Experience?" I asked.

 "That's what it appears to be."

"You mean you haven't been here before?"

"As of this morning, it didn't exist."

"You mean," I paused to consider her, "this was all created 
today?"

"When I'm driven, I can accomplish a lot ...especially, when I have 
a good attorney working for me."  She nodded to me, "Let's look 
around."

The waiting room was small ...two chairs plus a receptionist's 
desk.  Farther back were two inner rooms.  One was a typical 
examination room with table and cabinets.  The other was less 
formal, in fact quite cozy, with a plush couch and an equally 
nice reclining chair.

"Strange," I observed.  "The examination room I understand, but 
what's the purpose for this room?" 

"Well," Nikki smiled, "I'll use the first room for the obvious 
purpose of doing exams.  This second room...," she paused and gave 
me that special smile.  "This room," she paused again, then said, 
"...is the emotional rehab room, which the staff will use."

"The staff?" I asked.  "What staff?"

She continued smiling expectantly as she said, "You."

"Me?"

"And your tongue."

Too shocked to know how to respond, I looked more closely at the 
room.  What I thought was a closet turned out to be a small 
bathroom which opened into both the examination room and the 
plush room.  It was actually only a half-bath containing a sink 
and stool.

"It needs a bath of some kind," Nikki explained.  "There's no 
room for a tub.  Perhaps a sitz bath or a bidet.  Which do you 
think?"

"Do you mean what I think?"

"Oh, yes, Jim.  I plan to bring ladies here to receive your 
special treatment.  Your privacy will be completely protected.  
You can come an go through this private door ...it opens out on to 
the alley.  That way you will have no interchange with any of our 
patients except in this room.  I'll use the other room to test 
the ladies for every type of disease so that you'll be completely 
protected.  Then they will clean up and present themselves in 
here for your ...ah, therapy."

I was still in shock, as only then was it beginning to become 
clear what she had in mind for me to do.

"Well?" she asked.  "Are you going to back out on me now?"  She 
smiled, then gave that special little laugh, and my loins 
tingled.  Memories of how I felt with my tongue probing deep into 
her abdomen resolved my doubts.

"Well," I responded, "it seems to me the bathroom should be 
changed.  Replace the stool with a combination toilet-bidet.  
That leaves room for a shower stall."

"Excellent idea!" she laughed again.  "I'll get right on it."  
And she did.  Pressing a couple of buttons on her cell phone, she 
spoke briefly with her attorney, then turned back to me.  "He 
will try to get plumbers in here tomorrow.  We should be ready by 
Monday."

"You're kidding?  Today's Friday."

"My attorney has lots of clout," she laughed again.  "Now, what 
do you say we get something to eat?  I used my lunch time and 
coffee breaks to work on this project today, so I'm absolutely 
famished."

"I've been thinking," finally I had the nerve to say, after she 
had driven in silence halfway across town and we were eating a 
fabulous meal in one of the city's nicer restaurants.

"Yes," she smiled quite disarmingly, leaning toward me across the 
table, as if she had been waiting for me to speak.

"You have gone to an awful lot of work to prepare an exam room 
and a treatment room, and you tell me that it all centers around 
what I can do with my tongue.  So," I paused a moment to catch my 
breath, "I'm wondering ...What do I get out of all this?"

"Me," Nikki said as she smiled sweetly.  "You get me, along with 
more money than you ever dreamed."  She nodded her assurance as 
she paused, then added, "Plus you get to lick the pussies of the 
most beautiful, most appreciative women in the city.  And you 
don't even have to go out on the prowl to find them.  They will 
come to you.  I will screen them, test them, and present them to 
you.  In return, they will pay us very generously."

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Oh, yes.  Trust me.  I know women.  And I know you.  We're going 
to make a great team.  Now," she said, picking up the tab and 
rising from the table, "let's get out of here and let me show you 
how it works."  

I stood awkwardly by the door while she paid the bill.  Then she 
turned to me and asked, "Do you have any tools in your car?  I 
mean, like pliers, a screwdriver?"

"I think so.  Why?"

"We need to remodel the recliner."  

She sure knew how to use the tools.  Within a few minutes, she 
had removed the foot rest from the recliner and adjusted the 
reclining mechanism so that it would lay far back with the front 
edge of the seat high tipped up high.

"All right. I confess.  I don't get it," I volunteered as she 
stepped back to admire her work.  "Why mess up a perfectly good 
chair?"

"Okay, I'll show you."  And she did.  She pulled the recliner up 
close to the couch, perhaps eight inches or so from the seat.  
"Sit on the couch," she instructed, "right here in front of the 
chair."  My curiosity required my compliance, and then she sat in 
the recliner.  For a few moments, she smiled at me.  Then she 
reached down to the control lever on the side, lowering the back 
of the recliner, and just like that she brought her pelvis right 
up level with my eyes.

"Comfortable?" she asked.  "I knew that with you still wearing 
that brace there's no way you could bend down to service the 
ladies.  This way, you should be able to perform your magical 
therapy without any strain on your spine.  And the ladies will be 
equally comfortable when they present themselves to you."

"Well," I hesitated, mostly because everything was happening so 
fast.  "If you say so."

"Here, I'll show you," she laughed, quickly ejecting herself from 
the chair.  With no further ado, she stripped off her clothing 
and resumed her position in the recliner - now completely naked - 
her legs spread wide, as were her moist pussy lips.  I leaned 
forward, and with no strain at all, I kissed her.  She wiggled 
eagerly as I thrust my tongue inside her love cavern, and for the 
next half-hour I enjoyed her enjoyment as she orgasmed again and 
again, moaning and screaming in excruciating ecstasy.  Finally, 
she begged me to stop.  "Enough.  Enough, already.  Please stop."  
Then she collapsed, as she had done the previous night, and I 
presumed she had dropped into temporary unconsciousness.  Before 
I could rise, however, she resurfaced and climbed from the 
recliner into my lap, kissing me and holding her naked body 
against me.  "Oh, Jim, I love it.  I love you.  We're going to be 
so happy together...."

I simply sat there on the couch.  Holding her.  This was all 
happening to me.  I could hardly believe it.  She was happening 
to me.  And it was all because of that cancer, which ruined my 
vertebra, which led to the experiment, which mixed a giraffe's 
DNA with mine and then gave me a ten-inch tongue.  And now this.  
What more could I ask...!

"We still need to fix the recliner," Nikki was saying as I became 
slowly aware of the present reality.  "There's no place to put my 
feet."

"But we just removed the foot rest," I complained.

"It was in the way.  What we need is something to brace against, 
out wide, like the stirrups on the exam table in the other room."  
She paused.  "I know.  I'll order an extra set of them and have 
them upholstered to match the chair ...you know, padded and covered 
so they look nice and are comfortable."

"Whatever you say," I agreed.  "You seem to be in complete 
control."  

"Just trying to make it easy for you," she laughed.  "I mean, how 
many guys have a girl like me ready to pimp their tongue?"

- oo 0 oo -

I can't believe it all came together so easily, Nikki thought.  
She had remained at her new office for some time after Jim 
departed.  As she made a list of items she would need for the 
examination room, she mulled over the events of the past few 
days.  The attorney really put himself out for me.  I suppose now 
he will expect me to put out, too, and I may have to sleep with 
him.  For sure I'll not tell Jim, if I do.  Jim is so naïve in so 
many ways.  He still doesn't realize what an asset his new tongue 
really is.  She frowned.  Oh, I hope I don't have to let that 
attorney screw me.  After having Jim's tongue in me, I am totally 
revolted by the idea of having any man poke his pecker in my 
pussy.  It would feel so crude, so inadequate, and that's why I 
am certain this new clinic is going to be really profitable.  For 
me.  And for Jim.

Nikki locked up and went to her apartment for the night.  The 
week turned out to be a busy one.  Regular work was intense 
enough, but she spent every free moment ordering supplies and 
preparing protocol procedures for her expected clients.  Every 
night she tumbled into bed completely exhausted.

By Thursday, she had her plans well enough arranged that she 
could spend time developing a client list.  She knew full well 
that she could not transfer patients to the new clinic as she had 
Jim.  He was an exception.  Most of the patients she saw had 
problems serious enough that they truly needed a physician's 
care, something she could not provide.  On the other hand, there 
were former patients who had conveyed to her their own special 
problems ...private needs which could be greatly relieved by the 
kind of attention Jim could provide.  

She pulled up names and phone numbers from computer records, and 
that night she made several phone calls.  By eight o'clock she 
had scheduled two ladies for appointments the following week, at 
6:00 in the evening.  Then she called Jim and gave him a progress 
report.

"You'll not need to come next week, because it will take awhile 
to run tests.  I'll put my attorney on that, and hopefully he can 
get the labs to get me their reports within the week.  So prepare 
yourself.  You have a week to get ready.  A week from Monday 
night I should be ready with your first client."

After she put down the phone, she thought, Strange.  He didn't 
seem all that excited.

- oo 0 oo -

Hello.  My name is Miriam.  Not my real name, of course, but 
that's the name I'll use for this report, which Nikki insisted I 
write.  She has known me for several years and is the Nurse 
Practitioner who frequently attended to me when I went to the 
medical clinic.  As of last week, she is now my therapist.  Well, 
not really, but she's my contact at RARE, which I understand is 
short for the Rehabilitation and Research Experience.  It has 
indeed provided me with a rich and rare experience. 

I must admit right up front, however, that at first I was quite 
skeptical.  When she called me a couple of weeks ago, I was sure 
it was just another of those stupid solicitors trying to get past 
my No-Call Block.  As we talked, I remembered how I had actually 
confessed some rather private feelings to her at the clinic.  
Surprisingly, she recalled what I had said, and that was the 
basis for her call.

You see, I've been married for the last fifteen years.  I know.  
I don't look it, but you see I married when I was only fifteen.  
Kind of like we had to get married, if you know what I mean.  My 
son is quite a boy now.  Soon be fourteen.  Takes after his 
father.  In more ways than one.  Except now my husband doesn't 
take after me very much.  We've not had sex in at least three 
months, and before that it was only once a month or so, providing 
I could talk him into it.  Well, actually, I don't blame him all 
that much.  I guess I was not much fun in bed.  Even though I 
craved sex - still do, for that matter - when we got right down 
to the nitty-gritty details, it hurt.  I mean, when he stuck his 
prod into my puss, it was what I imagine it would feel like to 
have a corncob rammed up my ass.  An old, dried out corn cob.  
His prod was hard, and he would just shove it in and jerk it out, 
like half a dozen times, and then I was left to clean up the mess 
he left.  Sometimes in me, sometimes on me.  The next day I could 
hardly walk.

Now, don't get me wrong.  It wasn't because I don't love him.  
He's a good man.  And it's not that I don't like sex.  I'm often 
so horny that..., well, I guess I'm an incurable optimist, because 
I would get so horny that I would finally decide maybe it would 
be better the next time, and I would set out to seduce him, and 
it would be all fine and romantic.  Then he'd ram that rod up 
inside me, and it would be corn cob time again.  I would pound on 
his chest in pain, trying to get him off of me.

Nikki once asked me how long it had been since I had an orgasm, 
and I had to think about it.  Probably back when I was fourteen 
or fifteen.  We use to screw a lot back then, and I thought it 
was fun.  Yes, it hurt then, too, but I didn't know any 
different.  I thought it was supposed to be fun, and pain was 
just part of it.  Sex was new to me, so it was exciting enough 
that I put up with the discomfort.  Later on, well, it just 
wasn't worth it.

I tried counseling.  The shrink was no help.  He wanted to know 
if I was frequently irritable.  I said sure.  A lot.  What woman 
wouldn't be if her husband had no interest in keeping her pussy 
happy?  So, sure.  I guess I'm often a bitch.  I'm good at that.

So last week, Nikki asked me to come to her office at RARE.  She 
drew some blood and ran a bunch of tests.  I have no idea what 
all she checked me for, but she called me later in the week and 
said I was disease-free and should come for a meeting with the 
therapist.

Therapist, I said.  I don't need a therapist.  She insisted I 
did.  So I accepted her recommendation, mostly because I knew her 
and had faith in her.  Believe me, it took a lot of trust to do 
what she said.  Like having to undress and douche and then take a 
shower.  After that, she had me put on a crinkly little paper 
gown.  It didn't cover up much, but I was glad I had it.  
Otherwise, I would have had to walk through the door into the 
next room where this guy was sitting on a couch. 

I thought patients were supposed to lie down on the couch, I told 
him, not the doctor.  I tried to make light of a really awkward 
situation.  He said I was supposed to sit in the chair facing 
him.  That's what I did, and then Nikki tilted back the chair.  
She showed me how to rest my feet on some braces out on each 
side, which was quite embarrassing because that exposed me to the 
guy sitting there on the couch.  Nikki asked, "Are you 
comfortable?" Goodness, no, I told her.  How can I be comfortable 
with my head tipped back and my puss pushed right up in this 
guy's face?  She explained that he needed to examine me to see if 
there was any reason I couldn't enjoy sex.  Examine me? I asked, 
and she said it would be an internal examination.  And with that, 
she opened that little gown and exposed me completely bare and 
then stepped back while that guy leaned forward and looked 
between my legs.  After a moment, he looked me square in the eye.  
Now, you're not going to believe this, but he licked me!  I mean, 
he stuck out his tongue and ran it right up over the folds of my 
puss.  I thought I'd die.  And I started to tell him to stop.  
But before I could say anything, he slid his tongue right inside 
me and began to probe around.  It was unlike anything I had ever 
felt before.  I felt my juices begin to flow, and after a few 
minutes of his lingual exploration I knew I never wanted him to 
stop.  

He didn't.  He pressed his tongue in deeper, and I found myself 
spreading my legs out wide to give him better access.  He never 
said a word, but he kept his eyes on mine and it was like I was 
hypnotized by his look.  I wanted him like I had never wanted 
anything in my life!  And he knew it.  His tongue kept probing 
deeper.  And deeper.  And taking time out to explore all around 
inside me.  It was wonderful.  Before I quite realized what was 
happening to me, I climaxed.  Never before had it experienced an 
orgasm like that.  Once, twice ...I don't know how many times I 
came, and all the while this guy just kept his eyes on me, 
watching me, with his tongue still probing around, like he was 
finding all those neat little sensitive places inside me and 
stimulating them.  That only made the experience even more 
gratifying.  Finally, I just exploded.  I'm sure I must have 
thrashed around on the chair until I must have passed out, 
because the next thing I knew the guy was gone and Nikki was 
washing my face with a warm cloth.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Never better," I assured her.  She washed between my legs, 
cleaned between the folds.  I was extremely sensitive, but that 
warm cloth felt really good.

Ever since then, I have felt really mellow.  Life is good.  Oh, I 
have no interest in sex with my husband now.  The idea of his 
ramming around inside me with that corn cob of his is my worst 
nightmare.  Instead, well, I have an appointment next week with 
my new therapist.  Nikki is still checking to see if my health 
insurance will cover the cost, but even if it doesn't it will be 
well worth the five hundred dollars it costs for a session ...with 
the man with the tongue.

- oo 0 oo -

My name is Francine, at least that's what I'll call myself in 
this report.  To begin, let me thank Nikki and the Rehabilitation 
and Research Experience for the help I am receiving.  About 
myself, I am twenty-two years old, and I have AIS.  For those of 
you not into medical terminology, that means I am every bit a 
woman, except I have no uterus and no fallopian tubes, so I 
cannot bear a child.  Instead, inside my abdomen, I have male 
testes.  It's the result of some biological abnormality which 
gave me both X and Y chromosomes (like a man) rather than two X 
chromosomes (as women are supposed to have).  Other than that, 
just by looking at me, you would think I am just like any other 
woman.

In fact, I thought I was like other woman until about six years 
ago when I realized I had never had a period.  All the other 
girls were worrying about their monthly cycles, but I did not.  
And never had.  In a way it was a relief, but then I began to 
wonder what was wrong with me.  It took a couple years for the 
doctors to determine that I really am different.  By that time I 
was out of high school and already enrolled in college.  And by 
then I was no longer a virgin, which had been no big deal for me.  
Or so I thought.

Even so, being officially diagnosed with AIS created an emotional 
insecurity in my mind.  Was I really a woman?  I wondered.  Did 
that Y chromosome mean I was actually a man?  Or maybe half-man 
and half-woman?

Searching for answers to those questions, I developed what some 
people might call "round heels."  That's a polite way of saying I 
tried to screw every boy on campus.  Before long, I had quite a 
reputation.  Not necessarily a good one.  It seemed like boys 
were lined up wanting to date me - which I liked - but then it 
dawned on me that they were dating me for no other reason than 
sex.  Sometimes the sex was good.  Most of the time, I went 
through the motions and then went home to douche out what the guy 
had deposited in me.  Afterward, I just sat there wondering why 
there was nothing satisfying in the experience.  And why I had no 
boy ever wanted to do anything with me except fuck me.

Eventually, I dropped out of school, and for the past couple 
years I have worked in the shipping department of a major book 
retailer.  Often I do deliveries, for which I ride my bicycle.  
Since I don't meet many people, I don't have to worry about what 
they think of me.  Or my reputation.

So it was that sometime back, I developed a mild yeast infection, 
and while Nikki was treating me I talked with her about my AIS.  
Eventually, we got the infection under control, and I forgot all 
about that conversation until a couple of weeks ago when Nikki 
phoned me.

She asked if I was having any better response during intercourse, 
and when I told her that I enjoyed it so much less that I had 
quit dating.  She urged me to come in for an evaluation.  She 
said the testing would be in two parts.  First would be blood 
work, to check for any chemical conditions which might prevent me 
form adequate response.  Then there would be an internal 
examination.  Now, I knew about the blood work, and I had seen 
the films from the MRI when the doctors checked my internal 
organs, but at no time had anyone actually inspected my vagina or 
any of my other genitals.  So, mostly out of curiosity, I agreed 
to come to RARE.

The blood work was no big deal, a poke in the arm and wait a few 
days.  Then Nikki called and set up a second appointment.  It 
seemed strange when I arrived, because she first instructed me to 
douche and shower.  There was even a tiny little bathroom for 
that, so I presumed this was a procedure required of every 
patient.  She left me a little paper gown to wear, but I decided 
not to put it on.  I decided, If I'm to be evaluated for sexual 
response, then I want the full treatment ...not just a look between 
my legs.

Nikki had told me when I was ready to go through the next door 
into what she called the Therapy Room.  I opened the door and saw 
this guy sitting on a couch.  Bummer!  That almost queered the 
whole deal, and I thought about leaving, as I had assumed it 
would be Nikki waiting for me.  She had said nothing about a man.  
Even so, I reasoned, I'm going to do what she said.  So I walked 
in, bold as could be and naked as the day I was born.  Like I 
said earlier, just to look at me I'm all woman.  And I've been 
told I look mighty good naked.  Heaven knows enough men have seen 
me that way, and I've never had any bad reports on my looks.  
Just my response.  Or lack of it.

Anyway, this guy is just siting there.  Then I saw Nikki, and she 
instructed me to sit in a chair facing the guy, and she tiped the 
chair so far that it raised my muff - I have a really big growth 
of pubic hair, which I'm quite proud of - right up in this guy's 
face.  He sat there and smiled at me while Nikki spread my legs 
and showed me how to rest my feet on padded braces off out to 
each side.

"Comfortable?" she asked me.

"I guess."  It was all I could think to say, because I couldn't 
take my eyes off this guy who continued to look me right at me.  
And he kept smiling.  I wondered why he hadn't looked down at my 
bush.  That's what seemed to attract most men, but not him ...he 
kept his eyes on mine, as if he were watching my every reaction.  
It was weird.  But not half as weird as what he did next.

He kissed me.  I mean, he kissed me right there between my legs.  
I guess I squealed.  

"It's all right," Nikki said calmly.  "The therapist is merely 
going to taste you."

"Taste me?" I blurted out.  "My word, how high-tech can you get?  
I thought you...."  That's as far as I got.  My thoughts were 
totally interrupted when the guy ran his tongue along the inner 
folds of my pussy.  Now, I've known a lot of men, but this is the 
first guy who actually licked me right where it counts!  All the 
while he kept his eyes on mine.  And he didn't stop.  His tongue 
ran around in circles, then wormed its way in between my folds.  
Then I felt his tongue begin to push inside.  That's when I knew 
I was in for something really special, because no man has a 
tongue long enough to go in very far.  But he did.  Slowly, 
deliberately, he probed my vagina.  He kept watching for my 
response, and I soon learned than when he touched a sensitive 
spot I must have given a sign somehow, because he worked the 
spot.  It was all very erotic, and I felt myself really heating 
up.  Soon his tongue was really deep inside, and it was twisting 
around so that the tip probed and searched while the base of his 
tongue was rubbing really hard against my love button.  I came.  
No, more than that.  I exploded.  Everything I had been missing 
somehow surfaced, and... well, I don't remember much after that.

Finally, I looked around, but the man was gone.  Nikki was 
washing my face with a warm cloth, and I was knew right then I 
absolutely had to come back again for more therapy.  I don't know 
how I can pay for it, but I know that I must see that man again.  
I need what he can do to me!

- oo 0 oo -

Jim:  It's interesting how different women are.  Not only in 
appearance but also inside.  Their pussies are actually quite 
different.  I would never have guessed it, if I had been limited 
to my exploration simply to feeling with my fingers or experience 
in normal intercourse.  But now that I can run my tongue up 
inside and feel around, wow!  What a difference!

Nikki has these tiny little bumps ...she would probably call them 
nodules.  They are all around inside her vagina.  They are not 
growths or anything dangerous like that, but rather like 
miniature little clits.  Each one is quite sensitive.  When I 
brush over them or massage them even slightly, she comes alive.  
It's fun to tease her because it brings her such enjoyment.  And, 
eventually, fulfillment.

I thought that's how it was always going to be.  Then she came up 
with this strange idea of bringing me other women to probe with 
my tongue.  I agreed to her plan, mostly because I wanted to keep 
Nikki happy, but it's also been fun for me too.  Not that I get 
off on these other women, but it is fun to probe around inside 
them and watch their sexual antics. 

It was hard to keep a straight face when Miriam walked in.  She 
was so shy, really quite embarrassed at my seeing her in that 
skimpy little gown.  When Nikki arranged her in the recliner so 
her pussy was open right there in front of me, I thought the poor 
woman was going to pass out.  She hid her crotch with both her 
hands until Nikki finally pulled them away.  The look in her eyes 
was one of absolute terror, but when I touched her with my tongue 
she absolutely came unglued.  She rode my tongue like it was a 
rodeo bull.  I really didn't have to do much but poke it in and 
let her massage it.  When I finally probed up around the mouth of 
her womb she exploded with so much love juice that I thought I it 
would strangle me.  I'll need to be careful of that if she 
returns.

Then there was Francine.  It was rather strange, almost weird, 
probing around inside her.  The walls of her vagina were smooth 
and slick, almost like she was wearing a female condom.  Even 
stranger, everything inside her seemed to move around, like it 
was loose at the top end, not fastened down at all.  When my 
tongue reached the upper limits of her vagina, there was no 
mound, just a blank wall.  Nikki had warned me she had no uterus, 
but I didn't realize how that would feel until I arrived at the 
point where the entrance should have been and found nothing but a 
dead end.  Francine took her time responding, too.  I thought 
maybe she was holding back, like she was fighting me off or 
trying to prove something.  Maybe to me.  Or to herself.  Okay, 
if she wanted a challenge, I would take her dare.  I won.  When 
she came, she outdid everything I had seen previously.  She 
bucked even harder than Nikki, and that's going some.  She was 
still unconscious when I left.  It will be interesting to see if 
she returns.

- oo 0 oo -

Nikki:  I knew it would take a few months to amortize the 
expenses of the office, but I also knew Jim needed to see some 
immediate return, so I gave him half the earnings of that first 
week.  When he saw the $500.00, he said, "Wow!  I'm earning money 
for doing what other guys are paying big money to do?"  Then he 
frowned and asked, "Does that mean I'm a male prostitute?  Or 
maybe a gigolo?" 

"Neither," I told him.  "You're a therapist.  You have treated 
those to ladies to the greatest experience of their lives.  Both 
are so anxious to come back for more that I'll have to be 
careful, or they may spend more than they can afford."

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Continued in Chapter 30



  
Chapter 29 - Taste Therapy