STRIP - Chapter Nine - Shrink and Inflated

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This is Chapter Nnne of a multi-part Naked In School story.  The
characters:

Father:  Dick Treyshun Mother:  Cassi Fallopia (Second marriage for
each.) Son (his):  Rod Treyshun Daughter (hers):  Penny Fallopia Bethany
Chaudri:  Penny's best friend, hot for Rod Sandy:  Cassi's best friend
Venka Chaudri:  Bethany's father Indira Chaudri:  Bethany's mother

In Chapter Eight, Penny runs off to Bethany's house and stays behind
while Bethany and her mother go shopping.  She decides to confront
Bethany's dad about his anti-STRIP attitude, which leads to him telling
a story about a sexual misadventure, which Penny insists they reenact. 
The role-play ends badly.  Mr. Chaudri proves to be incompetent, with
cum sprayed all over his office and Penny even more frustrated.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Chaudri drops Bethany off at home after shopping and
sneaks over to Dick's house, to insist that he have sex with her as some
form of balanced compensation for fucking her daughter, but sex only, no
emotional engagement.  They do it twice, after which Mrs. Chaudri admits
that she can't have sex without some emotional content.  They plan on
subsequent sexual encounters, during which Dick will wear a condom.

This chapter picks up with Dick the next morning.

To carry the story foreword with strong emotion, I change the Point Of
View (POV) character in different scenes.  A scene divider indicates
scene changes and possible POV changes as well.

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Dick tossed and turned all night, but not out of sexual frustration. 
Mrs. Chaudri, Indira, had provided a double-banger, literally.  Thoughts
of his wife Cassi dominated his attempted sleep.  Where was she?  Why
hadn't she come to terms with her guilt about sleeping with Rod?  She
should have called.  Dick was certain they could have talked it out. 
Maybe she decided to open herself up sexually and fuck other people?  An
old boyfriend?  A stud who pumps gas at the local gas station?  The
possibilities were endless, and they made Dick's stomach turn.

The alarm clock read '7:00.'  Dick swung his legs out from beneath the
blankets.  His head throbbed.  Despite his dalliances, Dick couldn't
connect with guilty feelings.  He'd slept with Bethany, Penny's best
friend and Sandy, Cassi's best friend.  If Rod hadn't chaperoned, he
would have fucked his consultant Bridget, and the previous evening he'd
done it twice with Bethany's mother.  To his amazement, no guilt.  Maybe
because Cassi didn't know?  His head drooped.  His physiological needs
demanded those dalliances, but it was still cheating.  A drape of
melancholy covered Dick's emotions.

It was too early for visitors but the doorbell told Dick he had one
anyway.  He pulled a robe on over his t-shirt and sleeping shorts and
plodded downstairs.  "Coming."

When he opened the door, Bethany stood there, posing like a department
store mannequin.  She strutted over the threshold.  "Mother told me you
are ending our relationship."  She walked deeper into the house, through
the kitchen and into the family room.

Dick turned and followed her path from the foyer.  They were face to
face.  "It wasn't my intent to create one in the first place."  He
pulled the belt of his robe tighter.  "At least, the one I made."

"We made.  It wasn't just you."  She plopped down on the futon and
crossed her legs.  Her long skirt kept most of her body covered, from
the waist down.  "When I was younger, you were like a second father to
me.  But now, it's different.  You're a big part, an important part of
my life.  Maybe even more important than Rod."

Whenever he was in Bethany's vicinity, his cock was a big part.  Dick's
heart ached.  Indira had been correct.  He had feelings for Bethany,
feelings he could not pursue.  "See, that's the problem.  You should be
with someone your own age.  You and Rod are meant for each other.  You
said so."

Bethany's stood and swayed from side to side as she walked.  Dick's cock
pulsed.  "How can you be so sure?  I'm not, not any more.  Mother
thought that she would be good with Father, and she told you how that
turned out."  She put her fists on her hips.  "Mother said we wouldn't
have sex any more.  Is that correct?"

Dick swallowed hard.  He was hard and ready, just on the border of
unwilling.  He needed to stay firm in conviction, to match his stiff
erection.  "That's right."

"Can I still hug you?"  She reached out open arms, arms that framed her
magnificent breasts.  "As my best friend's father?"

"I guess."

She pressed herself against him.  Her hips leaned forward.  "You're
excited.  I can take care of that-"

"I wish you wouldn't-" It was a half-hearted plea.  Dick needed a
release.

"No, not sex.  I'll just provide oral stimulation."

Bethany undid Dick's belt and pulled down his sleeping shorts.  His cock
was exposed and aching.  Bethany put her lips around the head of his
cock and hummed.  "I noticed you have sensitive glans."

"Glands?"

"No, silly.  The area behind the tip.  See?"  She sucked Dick's cock
like a Tootsie Roll, and didn't bite to get to the creamy center.  "I'm
learning so much in STRIP."

Like cock sucking?  His hips wanted to jerk forward, to fuck her throat
as a cunt substitute.  She pulled off her sweater.  No bra.  Bethany had
come prepared to seduce him, to get him to change his mind.

She took her mouth off his prick and poked it at her cleavage.  Dick's
heart beat like a bass drum.  A Bethany tit fuck would be priceless. 
"It's a shame to waste such a beautiful erection."  She pushed him back
onto the futon and straddled his lap.  Before he could get up or object,
she pulled her long skirt to her hips.  Shit, no panties.  She was
really serious.

Dick held out one arm to fend her off but she was a big girl and had
leverage.  She plopped onto his thighs and rubbed his cock against her
labia.  "We don't have to tell anybody.  It can be our secret."

"No, please no."  Was he really going to reject Bethany's offer?  Dick
thought of Cassi, of how he longed to hold her in his arms, roll around
in bed with her- The phone ringing startled Dick, distracting him from
thrusting his hips up and breaking his self-imposed vow.  "It could be
Cassi!"  He pushed Bethany aside, slid out from under and shuffled to
the phone, his shorts at his ankles.  "Hello?"

"Mr. Fallopia?" the voice asked.

This happened all of the time.  Cassi had kept her last name after they
were married, so occasionally people thought her last name was his. 
"Who are you looking for?"  Best not to divulge too much to strangers on
the phone.

"This is Doctor Vera Fine's office.  Cassiopeia Fallopia is one of her
patients, and I'm calling for her husband."

"That's me.  Dick Treyshun."

"Oh."  The caller paused, perhaps to regroup.  "Mr. Treyshun, Doctor
Fine asks that you come to her office today."

"Why does she want to see me?  Has she heard from Cassi?"  It was
Saturday.  Do psychologists work on weekends?

"Doctor Fine is available at 8:30 AM.  Does that work for you?"

"Yes, sure."  He almost said fine.  He'd have just enough time to clean
up and drive over.  Dick pulled up his shorts and retied his robe.  "I
have to go.  Cassi's therapist has some information about her."

"But what about that?"  She pointed at his crotch, which pointed back. 
Bethany's skirt had fallen to the floor.  She was completely nude, hands
on her hips, a vision of sexy loveliness.

Dick's cock tented the robe, hard as ever.  "No time.  Besides, we
weren't going to have sex anyway."  A convenient lie.

Bethany was the poster child for disappointment, a world class pout on
her lips, which made her even sexier.  She would get over it.  She'd
have to.  Perhaps he could persuade Rod to give her a good fucking
despite STRIP rules.  After all, Rod had done his mother, his sister and
Bridget the consultant.  And maybe other classmates or mothers Dick
didn't know about.

"Do you want to wait while I get ready?  Then I can drop you off."  It
was a risky suggestion, because Bethany could have agreed, and then
slipped into the shower with him.  Under those circumstances, he
probably couldn't avoid slipping his cock into her.

"No, I took Mom's car."  Bethany already had her sweater on and was
zipping her skirt.

"Penny's still at your place, right?"  Dick made his way to the
staircase.  "Please tell her I love her."

"From what she told me, you had the chance to show it and walked away. 
But I'll tell her."  Bethany fluffed her hair.  "We're not done, you and
me.  Not by a long shot."  She wiggled out the front door.  Through the
living room window, Dick saw her run down the sidewalk to her mom's
Audi.

Dick showered and shaved, thinking about watching Penny excite herself
with her dildo.  His cock stayed hard.  What was he going to do with
that girl?

Dick selected some nice business casual clothing.  He didn't want Doctor
Fine to judge him badly.  What had Cassi told the doctor?  Perhaps not
too much.  There'd been only one visit before Cassi walked out.  On his
way to the garage, Dick noticed a pair of dry cleaning receipts on a
magnetic clip.  He plucked them off the fridge and stuck them into his
pocket.  He'd be close enough to pick up the stuff Penny had given him
to drop off a few days ago.  Would Penny ever come home?  She seemed so
devastated after he refused to have sex.

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The drive to Doctor Fine's office put him in the vicinity of Sandy's
house.  He was curious why she'd refused a return sexual engagement, but
that would have been prying.

Dick parked and entered the three-story brick medical building.  Doctor
Fine's name showed a third floor office.  After a brief elevator ride,
Dick stood at the polished oak door of Doctor Fine's practice.

Inside, a receptionist sat at a huge wooden desk, much too big for the
telephone call-director and a few papers.  The nameplate read "Lana
Witherspoon."  Lana was a blonde, with her hair up in a folded ponytail
behind a headset.  A microphone on a stalk curved in front of her full
red lips.  Her face was pretty but thin, matching her narrow shoulders. 
Her blouse was V-necked, and she sported breasts that were out of
proportion for her thin frame but not huge.  The rest of her body was
hidden behind mahogany.

Dick stood at the desk, waiting for Lana to finish a call in progress. 
When she finally looked up, he said, "My name is Dick Treyshun."  He had
trouble keeping his eyes on her face.  The temptation of glancing down
the V-neck as she leaned forward was too great.  She noticed and placed
one hand on her chest, blocking his view.  "I have a eight thirty
appointment."

"You're early.  Have a seat."  Her look was daggers.

Lana gave Dick a profile shot as she turned towards her computer
terminal, positioned on a separate table to one side.  Her breasts
seemed familiar despite having just met the young woman.  Dick's cock
got hard as he wiggled in his chair, anxious for news about his wife. 
He crossed his legs and laid a magazine across his lap.  Lana scowled,
as if she'd seen male patients perform the same lame camouflage.

After a few tense minutes of stone silence, the phone buzzed.  Lana
cupped her earpiece.  She looked up at Dick.  "Doctor Fine will see you
now."

As Dick walked past the desk, Lana stood and opened a file cabinet.  Her
V-neck shirt was like a tent over her body, ending above her knees. 
Below the waist she wore tight black leggings that showed athletic
calves, almost sculpted.  It didn't hurt that she wore spiked heels,
which defined her leg muscles all the more.  Lana maintained a stoic
expression, face forward.

Inside the office, Doctor Fine rose from behind her own large desk.  Her
nose was sharp like a bird's beak.  Hair pulled was back in a bun with
grey streaks along the sides resembled decorative plumage.  She wore a
black blouse with tiered ruffles, a black skirt and dark hose.   
Perhaps Doctor Fine was in mourning, or black was her favorite color. 
"Greetings.  Come in."  She thrust out her arm, stiff, expecting a
handshake.  Her fingers were bird claws.

Dick shook her hand, trying to avoid scratch marks.  "Have you heard
from Cassi?"

"First, I want to thank you for coming in on the weekend.  You probably
have your hands full.  Two teenagers at home, your wife away-"

"Yes, because you told her to go, damn it!"  Dick took a deep breath to
regain his composure.

"Hmm, very direct.  Understandable."  She smoothed her skirt.  "Use the
couch, please."

Ah, the therapists couch.  Lay back and relax and tell my innermost
secrets?  "No thanks.  I'll sit."

"Very well."

Dick took the chair facing the desk.  "I assume the urgency for this
meeting was that you've heard from my wife.  We could have talked by
phone so I don't understand-"

She raised an open claw.  "No need to begin with barriers."  Doctor Fine
smiled and rolled her leather chair from behind her desk.  She lowered
herself, crossed her legs and faced him.  "You're probably wondering why
I asked you here."

Was she deaf, or just married to her own agenda?  "Yes.  Have you heard
from Cassi?"

"No, but your question tells me that you haven't either.  That means
she's still working through her feelings about cheating on you.  On the
positive side, your interest in your wife's welfare is an admirable
trait."

"Cassi hasn't contacted you?"  Dick was becoming impatient.  "So, why am
I here?"

"I gave her the advice to take some time away from you, and clients
always take my advice.  As I was saying, one promise I make to all of my
clients is that I will never ask them to do something that is
uncomfortable for them.  The same goes for you, despite the fact that I
requested your presence.  There will be no fee for our discussion today,
of course."

Of course.  Dick had never considered that taking a professional
counselor's time might cost him something.  Dick had tired of asking,
but gave it one more shot.  "So, what do you want to see me about? 
Cassi, probably, although aren't counseling sessions private?"

"I want to talk to you about you."  She flipped open a leather-bound
notepad.  "I've had reports about you from two of your sexual partners,
your wife and Sandy.  I became curious about this sexual need you think
you have."

"That's none of your business, actually.  Besides, Cassi had it too. 
She must have told you about that."

"Absolutely correct.  But she was so devastated with guilt over having
had repeated sex with your son that I could not probe her for sufficient
information.  You have a daughter, haven't you?"

"Yes, named Penny."

"Have you had sexual intercourse with her?"  Dr. Fine's eyes were open,
anxious for a reply.

Dick was glad he hadn't succumbed to Penny's seduction attempt so he
wouldn't have to lie.  "Of course not.  What do you think I am?"

"Of course?  Hardly, after you engineered the sexual coupling of your
wife and son."

"I told Sandy, and I'll tell you the same thing.  I didn't realize that
having Cassi stimulate Rod would lead to sex."  Why did the doctor think
Dick was to blame?  "Cassi and I were doing a fine job of keeping each
other satisfied."

"And how do these needs demonstrate themselves?  Please, I'm interested
in the details."

"What do you mean?"  How could she not understand?

"I mean, how do you know that you 'need' sex?  A voice in your head?"

"That's ridiculous!  You make it sound weird.  Like any man, I get an
erection.  Sometimes I perspire."

"Like you're doing now?"

Dick hadn't noticed.  He touched his forehead.  "Yeah, I guess.  It's
been a while."

Dr. Fine's attention was in her notebook, scribbling away.  "Was it Miss
Witherspoon out there?  She is a beautiful woman, isn't she?  Tell me,
how much do you discriminate?"

What a thing to ask.  "I don't!"

Dr. Fine's head jerked up.  "You mean you'll have sex with anyone?"

Huh?  "No.  I meant I'm not a bigot.  You meant a different
discriminate.  Sorry."

"So, your answer?"  She sat, pen poised to document his response.

"Well, I don't go around looking for women to have sex with, if that's
what you mean.  I've been faithful to Cassi since we've been married-"

Dr. Fine pointed the pen at him.  "Until you had intercourse with her
best friend."

"See, now that was a mistake."

"She told me about her misguided attentions.  How could you deceive
her?"

"Me?  It was her screwy idea that 'take care of my husband' meant sex. 
I went along because, to be honest, I was horny out of my mind and I
needed a release.  And from what Sandy told me about her husband, so did
she."

"But you didn't really believe your wife wanted you to have sex with her
brat friend, did you?"

"No.  I thought Sandy got it wrong."

"But that didn't stop you, did it?  You went ahead anyway."

Dick hung his head.  "Yeah, I did.  And I feel sorry about that." 
Despite the fact that the sex was quite enjoyable, and he had been
looking forward to a second helping.  And Sandy enjoyed it too, he was
sure.

"Sandy was emotionally shaken by her infidelity, which is why I advised
her to terminate that kind of relationship with you.  Your wife felt
substantially worse about what she and your son did."

Dick folded his arms.  "Yeah, so tell me, what did she do it over and
over again, if she was so sorry?"

"I'm sorry, but client privilege prevents me from sharing anything your
wife and I discussed.  Our conversation is similarly protected.  So, to
return to the topic at hand, if given the opportunity, would have sex
with, let's say, a co-worker?"

"No, that would be a very bed idea."  He'd passed that opportunity off
to his son Rod.

"Excellent.  You have limits.  How about Miss Witherspoon out there? 
Would you engage in sex with her?"

"I don't even know her."

"That wasn't the question.  Would you have sex with her, if you had the
opportunity?"

Dick paused.  How could he answer that?  Sure, he'd been provoked by
Bethany's visit, and Lana had gotten him aroused, but-

"I'll take your silence as yes, since you didn't immediately object.  
At least, you were considering it, correct?"

Dick nodded his head.

"That, sir, will never happen.  Lana came to me without any hope.  She
is smart and beautiful and sexy in her own naive way.  I am very fond of
her, and would not let you lay even a single finger on her.  Do you
understand?"

Dick nodded.

"How about me?"

"Huh?"

"I asked, would you consider having sex with me?  Here, right now?"

Sex with a verbal vulture?  "No.  You're a professional, a doctor.  You
don't do that, do you?"

"Unusual circumstances demand unusual remedies."  Her stoic lips curled
up a bit.  "I was kidding, of course.  So, are you erect right now?"

The doctor could probably see the lump in his pants.  "Yes."

"Very interesting.  For Cassi's sake, I have concerns and want to probe
the psychology of your actions."

"Cassi is no danger.  At least she wasn't, when she was here. Who knows
where or what she's doing-"

"I appreciate your current apprehensiveness.  But you put your wife in
an emotionally disturbing situation.  Admit it."

Dick leaned forward.  "What did she tell you?"

"That you expected her to have sexual intercourse with your son-"

Patient doctor privilege breached.  "See, that's not true."

"The truth can be elusive sometimes but not in this case. Examine the
facts. You had your wife take off her clothes. Your son was naked from
the waist down. You instructed them to touch each other:  her hand on
his bare penis and his hand on the front of her panties. And having
gotten them both stimulated and excited, you left them alone, exhorting
her to continue the lesson. So what would any reasonable person take
that to mean, hmm?"

"It was perfectly clear.  To continue according to the STRIP program
rules, which did not include sex."

"Ah yes, the STRIP program.  An abomination, that's what it is.  For
your information, I joined Mr. Chaudri in his law suit to prevent the
program from moving forward."  Dr. Fine toyed with her necklace, and the
top button of her blouse.  "Did you read the program description
carefully?  It does not strictly prohibit sex among the teens."

Didn't Dick read that pricks in pussies were prohibited?  "Of course it
does."

"No sir.  It uses vague language.  I believe this is a direct quote, or
very close: 'The STRIP program is not intended to promote sexual
intercourse between students.'  Maybe not promote but not prohibit. 
It's happening.  Between students, and in your case, between parent and
student."

Dick swallowed hard.  He'd been previously advised.  "It is?"

"So I've heard, from multiple parents concerned about their children. 
Which is why you shouldn't have been surprised when your wife and son
had sexual intercourse.  You set them up!"

"You're twisting things, just to make me look bad.  Why is this so hard
for you to understand?"

"You've done a fine job by yourself.  Getting hard, that is.  Or perhaps
my receptionist Lana helped?"  That half smile appeared again.

"A guy would have to be dead not to react to a woman who looks like
that.  You agree, right?"

"She is sexy isn't she?  A beautiful woman.  So shy and yet so
appealing.  So according to you, what should happen next?"

"I don't know.  Under these circumstances, nothing.  If we were in a
social situation, maybe something."  Dick's head was spinning.  Bethany
got him all revved up.  Was Dr. Fine actually offering him her
receptionist?  Why did she keep talking about her?

"To the point."  Dr. Fine rubbed her pen across her chin.  "I cured your
lovely wife of the notion that she had to have sex as frequently as
daily, a notion you probably brainwashed her into believing for your own
purposes-"

"You're nuts, lady.  It's always been mutual.  Cassi and I are both
intensely sexual people, made for each other that way.  We have urges -
sexual ones - built into our DNA.  Who knows, maybe there's a sex gene
and we both have it."

"I am not so easily conned.  Yesterday evening while perusing some
journals, I had the epiphany that you needed to be confronted, so lovely
Cassi wouldn't relapse under your influence."

"Sending Cassi away didn't cure anything.  In fact, it made things
worse.  I'm excited as often as ever, and I'm often tempted to do
something about it."

"Ah yes, the matter of your sexual philandering.  However, as a
professional, I say rubbish.  Your condition is a ruse and I can prove
it."  She deftly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off.  Then she
stood, unzipped and dropped her skirt.  She wore black frilly bra and
dark pantyhose.  The dark stockings masked her panties.  "There.  Do you
want to have sex with me?"

"You?  Here?"

"Yes, right here, right now.  Your wife has been away nearly a week and
according to her, you both need sex frequently, perhaps even daily.  You
admitted to having an erection.  You must be suffering for a release by
now.  Sandy is unavailable.  You have a daughter whom you claim has not
been your sexual partner.  Lana is off limits.  Why not me?"

Dick didn't mention Bethany or her mother as recent sexual partners. 
None of the bitch's business. "I'll admit it, I'm easily excited."

"Well, there are two women in proximity.  Me and my receptionist, Lana. 
What if I offer you a choice?"

"Are you serious?"  Dick took a moment to phrase his reply carefully. 
"You're just kidding, right?  Is this what you call therapy?  Endorsing
fantasies?"

"We're just chatting.  I haven't started therapy yet.  You know, your
case is so simple even a first year psychology student could handle
you."

"I don't want to be handled."  Dick wouldn't have objected to getting
fondled, but not by this bitch.

Dr. Fine leaned over her desk and operated the intercom. Facing away,
her ass stuck out.  It was heavier than any of Dick's recent partners
but at that moment he wasn't fussy.  Could he really fuck his wife's
therapist?  "Lana, please bring me the Meyerburg file."

The door opened.  Dick got his first look at the whole package.  Her
shirt floated from her shoulders down to mid-thigh.  Her legs were as
shapely as ever, better in motion than idle.

Lana's jaw dropped.  "Doctor, why are you undressed?  Is this man
assaulting you?  Should I call security?"  She backed up, preparing to
bolt.

"Certainly not.  I took off my clothes voluntarily.  It's all part of
the process."  Dr. Fine waved her arm.  "Oh that's right, you've only
taken the 100 level courses so far."

"I don't care if getting undressed with a patient is taught at the
graduate level.  It's wrong.  This can't be an recommended or authorized
therapy."

"On the contrary.  You'll learn soon enough to use unconventional
techniques.  I'll coach you."

"What are you trying to do?  Seduce the patient?"  A light bulb seemed
to go off above Lana's head.  "Oh, I get it. You're trying to embarrass
him. And that works?"

Dr. Fine scowled.  "If done subtly."

Lana looked at Dick.  "Oh. Sorry."

Dick waved a hand.  "I got it without your comment.  But you have me
wrong, Doc.  I'm happy with being overly horny, as long as I can get
satisfaction.  And if you hadn't suggested that Cassi go away, I
wouldn't be having the issues I'm facing."

"You sent his wife away?  Why?" asked Lana.

"For her own good. She needed to distance herself from this promiscuous
lout."

Dick strode closer.  "You don't get it. I'd never cheated on Cassi until
you sent her away.  She cared for my needs."  Dick pointed at Dr. Fine
and spoke to Lana.  "She caused my promiscuity."

Lana looked at her boss.  "Did you do that?"

"Of course not.  His problem is an overblown libido."

Lana's head whipped back and forth.  "A what?"

"He wants to have sex all the time."

"Oh my goodness."  Lana stroked her chin.  "Uh, Dr. Fine, do we know if
Mr. Trayshun's condition is emotional or physical?"

This young lady had a good head on her shoulders and a couple of nice
tits on her chest.  Dick nodded in agreement.

"You're right. We don't know that. Why don't you examine him?" asked Dr.
Fine.

"Who?  Me?  Shouldn't his physician-"

"It was your idea and a very good one.  Yes, you."

"Do you think I should be seeing a naked man?  I mean, so soon after-"

Hadn't Lana seen naked men before?  A beauty like her?

"He's not a naked man. He's a patient. You'll see many different
patients - drop your pants please -  as a therapist so you just have to
be prepared - your underwear too - for all of them."

Dick agreed, thinking that the shock of his nudity would stop this
fiasco.  He did as Dr. Fine asked, making him naked from the waist down.
 His cock throbbed in Lana's direction.

"Oh my goodness!  It's really big!" said Lana.

Dr. Fine waved her pen like a baton.  "Go ahead. Examine it. It won't
bite."

Lana approached and reached one arm forward.  It shook uncontrollably. 
"Oh no!  I shouldn't be doing this."

Dr. Fine sighed.  "Please.  Collect yourself."

Lana plopped down onto the couch, her head supported by her hands.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked.

"Lana had a very bad experience. With men.  I thought we'd worked
everything out but apparently not."

And she called herself a professional!

Dr. Fine led Dick to where Lana was sitting.  "Now, dear, this will be a
good exercise for you as well as Mr. Trayshun.  Please, be the
professional I know you can be."

Lana raised her head.  Dick's cock was at her eye level.  Hesitantly,
she lifted her hand and pulled back the skin. "The head is bloated. He's
quite large."

"Any deformities?  Blemishes?  Abrasions?"  Dr. Fine sat down.  Dick's
body blocked her view of Lana's activities.

Lana's hand stroked the needy erection. "None that I can tell."  Lana
looked up and winked at Dick before nibbling his cock.  "This is the
first time I've seen male genitalia since you rescued me."

"It's all right dear.  I'll keep you safe from any threats.  Perhaps it
would be beneficial for you to tell Mr. Trayshun your story."

Lana was silent.

Dr. Fine took up the slack.  "Lana was raped by two con artists who
lured her-"

Lana's fingers clamped down on Dick's cock.  "Please, Doctor, must you? 
You're distracting me from your patient."

"Yes, actually.  Acknowledging a problem is halfway to resolving it. 
But you're correct, again.  We must focus on Mr. Trayshun without
forgetting you.  Perhaps we can do both at the same time."

"How would we do that?"  Lana kept up her gentle strokes of Dick's cock.

Was she supposed to be wanking Dick?  He thought the order was examine,
not beat off.

"You need to stabilize your relationships with men. Perhaps with someone
like Mr. Trayshun here.  Despite all of your professed horniness, Sandy
told me you were quite gentle.  You can be gentle, can't you?  Come,
let's talk."

Dr. Fine coaxed him away from Lana.  Dick reluctantly stepped away from
Lana's superb nonchalant handjob.  He followed Dr. Fine to the corner of
the room.  Dick was nervous being naked from the waist down standing so
close to a woman in bra and panties, but he could control himself for a
minute with the bird woman.  "I believe a bit of gentle physical
attention would be good for Ms. Witherspoon."

"You told me to keep my hands off her, and now you're suggesting the
opposite. Is this some kind of trick?  You'll call the police and accuse
me of molesting her?

"No, not at all. Lana would never let things go that far. Those two
brutes did terrible things to her.  She views men as dangerous.  Perhaps
a gentle touch under my supervision would break through that emotional
barrier.  I trust her self-imposed limits.  You can do whatever she
allows. Is that clear?"

"So go along with her lead, huh?  Okay."  Dick shrugged at the turn of
events.

Lana stood as they walked back.  She had a puzzled look on her face. 
"What was that all about?"

Dick didn't restrain himself. He cupped Lana's face.

She brought her hand up, grabbing his wrist.  "What are you doing?"

Dr. Fine lowered herself into her chair, still in bra and panties.  "No,
no this is good. He's being gentle. Aren't you Mr. Trayshun?"

"Oh yes. Gentle."  He leaned forward her face close to his. "You're so
beautiful."  He touched his lips to hers.

She lips were soft and warm but she stood stiff. He remained so. It was
a brushing glance, not even a real kiss.

Dr. Fine crossed her legs.  "Well done. You have more self-control than
you give yourself credit for.  You'd like to do more wouldn't you? 
Touch Ms. Witherspoon, yes?"

Dick nodded.

"All right but gently.  Where would you like to be touched, my dear?"

"My breasts."  Lana's face was flushed.

Dr. Fine nodded in approval.

Dick passed his hand over Lana's breast.

"It's nice, isn't it?  It makes you feel good, not bad.  You're in
control, you know."

"I am?"  Lana's hand returned to his cock.  She stroked harder.  "Like
this?"

Lana's touch was titillating and torture.  He'd passed up Bethany, and
now a beautiful woman was playing with his cock.  He took her breasts in
his hands, palpating the soft flesh.

"Oooh.  This reminds me of the photo shoot."

Dick pulled his hands away, scared to bring back upsetting memories.
Lana brought them back. "Not the bad part. The good part. When the first
model caressed me. Fondled me. And I fondled him back."  Lana crouched
in front of Dick as he stood facing Dr. Fine, scribbling furiously in
her notepad, head down. Lana's head blocked the good doctor's view of
his privates, thank goodness. Bad enough that Dr. Fine hadn't put her
blouse or skirt back on. Lana's fingers tickled Dick's cock. "No scars
or lesions. No distinguishing marks at all." She snuck another nibble,
her lips flirting with the head. Dick stifled a yelp in response. She
wasn't supposed to give him a blowjob. Just an exam. Lana stood, her
hands running from her stomach to her groin. She was turned on. Dr. Fine
was not in position to witness her receptionists condition.

"All done? asked the doctor.

"Could I have Mr. Trayshun massage my shoulders?"

"If you'd like. Having a man make physical contact will help normalize
your feelings."

Lana led Dick to the far side of Dr. Fine's desk. She turned her back.
"Go ahead, massage my shoulders."

Dick leaned closer and put his hands on either side of her neck. As he
palpated her muscles, she reached behind and took his bare cock in hand.
Five long stokes kept him rigid.  "So your wife has been away for about
a week.  And Dr. Fine says you have strong sexual needs?"

"Good, be his therapist."  Dr. Fine pulled the Meyerburg file from her
desk and opened it.

Dick's hips dipped involuntarily.  "You have no idea how hard it's
been-"

"Oh yes I do."  She squeezed Dick's cock with serious interest.  "Oh yes
I do."  She wiggled her shoulders under Dick's hands.  "My top is
getting in the way. Can I have him touch my skin?"

Dr. Fine glanced up.  "Certainly as long as you maintain control."

"Oh yes. For sure."

Dick slid his hands under her oversized shirt, exposing her naked back
and the elastic top of her leggings. Her skin was soft and warm. Lana
tugged his cock with her left hand and then slid her leggings down a bit
on her hip. She changed hands, stroked and slid down the left side.
After alternating hands a few times, Dick's cock remained hard and the
leggings were positioned below her round buttocks. The panties had
dropped too.  It took only a gentle tug to convince Dick to move closer,
putting his cock between her bare thighs in proximity to her pussy. "And
these erections you get, how do you deal with them?"  With her left hand
she reached behind and popped the latch of her bra.

"When Cassi was here, we'd engage in the most sensual foreplay."

Lana's voice dropped to a whisper.  "Sounds wonderful.  Hold my naked
breasts."

Dick slid his hands from Lana's shoulders and around in front. Hard
nipples capping good-sized hanging breasts greeted his palms. His
instinct was to massage them, even though Lana hadn't asked.  She had
removed her bra, after all.  "Dr. Fine has already mentioned my
ill-advised intercourse with one of my wife's friends, for which I'm
deeply sorry."

"Deeply, hmm?  And now you have nowhere to turn, do you?"

"Lana, don't tease the patient," mumbled Dr. Fine.  She flipped another
page in the file on her lap.

"I won't."  Lana moaned and dragged Dick's cock against her labia.  "I'm
leaking."

Dr. Fine looked up.  Dick stopped rubbing Lana's breasts, his fingers
back on her shoulders.  "I've never had such a case, where two partners
supported each other's mutual delusion.  No one 'needs' sex that
frequently.  You chose to share that fantasy to satisfy your libidos. 
Having your wife get away for a while, out from this shared fantasy,
will prove to her that it is all phony.  But I needed to see you, to
convince you of the false nature of your situation.  Otherwise, Cassi
will relapse into this destructive behavior.

"Destructive?  That's precisely what you've been.  I don't know how
Cassi is handling her situation, but I've been going nuts."

Lana fondled Dick's balls.

Lana kept up the conversation as a cover for their foreplay.  "How many
women have you had sex with since Cassi left, including Sandy?"

Should I count her?  "Three?"

"Two others besides Sandy?"  Lana clicked her tongue.  "My, you've been
a nasty boy"

"See, I knew it!  Your infidelity is the symptom of a greater
psychological problem.  It's all in his mind, my dear."  Dr. Fine kept
taking notes and reading the file Lana had brought her.  "How is it
coming for you, my dear?"

"Good. Really good. Mr. Trayshun is relieving my stress."

"Are you comfortable with him touching you, and visa versa?"

"Oh yes, very comfortable.  This was an excellent suggestion."

"See?  My instincts were correct.  I knew providing some physical
contact with a man would straighten things out."

Dick knew that Lana's pussy would straighten out his cock and give him
the orgasm he was desperate for.  He was not to be denied after
Bethany's aborted encounter, not while being this close.  Lana seemed
more than willing.  He tilted his hips, slipping his cock barely into
the receptionist's pussy.

Lana moaned.  "There's nothing wrong with Mr. Trayshun. He's in great
shape. I think he's just above average horny."

Dr. Fine marked up the patient file in her lap.  "Then it's merely a
matter of self control."

Lana thrust her ass back, taking more of Dick's dick.  "Oh, I hope not."
 Her pussy rippled as Dick slid deeper, then out and in.

Dick wondered how horizontal sex would be, Lana's muscular legs wrapped
around his waist.

"What do you mean, you hope not?"  Dr. Fine stood and approached. "What
are you doing?  My god!  You're having intercourse!  Stop it. Stop it
right now!"

"No!  He's normalizing my relationship with men.  Oh and he's doing a
great job."  Lana dropped all pretense and bucked against Dick.  "It
feels so good."

"What did you do to her?  What did you say to make her succumb?"

Dick repeated his thrusts up Lana's talented channel.  "I didn't do a
thing. She wanted this."

"The hell she did!  Lana, dear, I thought those two men traumatized you.
That you felt violated."

"I'm sorry I lied, but you would never have taken me in if I'd told you
the truth.  Oh God, this feels marvelous.  You see, in the studio,
taking racy photos, I enjoyed sex with the two of them. In fact, I loved
it too much. I was devastated when they kicked me out. Said I was high
maintenance. They taught me to love sex and then threw me out.  I've
been without ever since you found me at that Starbucks."  Dick kept
humping Lana through her confession. "When I saw Mr. Trayshun's penis I
knew I had to have it. To feel it. It's marvelous. Just like Jeremy's.
He was the white guy."

"But you can't be doing this with a patient."

Dick caught Dr. Fine's eyes.  "Unconventional therapies, isn't that what
you said?"

"Mr. Trayshun suffers from being horny and you sent his normal sex
partner away. This is my prescription. It's not a long-term cure but
it'll have to do. And he's doing great!  Oh God, you should do this
professionally."

The idea of acting in porn had never crossed Dick's mind.  Was he that
good?  He'd have to lose a few pounds-

Dr. Fine chucked the file to the floor.  "Maybe so, but not here.  Not
any more. Mr. Trayshun, you're done."

Lana bucked harder and faster against Dick's cock.  "No he's not, and
neither am I!"

Dr. Fine grabbed Dick's arm.  "Ah but he is. Right now, sir, or I will
call the police."

No cock on the clock?  Dr. Fine had offered sex and promised not to call
the police if he stimulated Lana.  What a hypocrite!  Dick pulled out,
Lana's labia spread wide. They were nowhere near done. Lana could be
ridden for hours he expected, given her porn star training.

"Nooooo!"  Lana lunged for Dick, reaching out to embrace him while
keeping her legs spread for reinsertion.

Dr. Fine inserted herself between them. "Get dressed.  Leave. Perhaps
there is something in your physiology that drives your sexual urges.
Perhaps you emit pheromones that make normal women want to join you in
sexual liaisons. But not here. Not in my office and not with my
secretary and student."

Dick pulled up his underwear and pants.  Dr. Fine was successful at
keeping Lana away by embracing her.  He dawdled towards the door,
watching Lana half dressed in the arms of Dr. Fine in bra and panties. 
His cock didn't wilt.  He was hoping Lana would break free so they could
continue to mutual orgasms.  Dr. Fine hugged Lana tight,  dispensing
whispered advice at no charge. Lana nodded at her mentors words but blew
Dick a kiss behind the doctor's back. Maybe one day they'd pick up where
they left off.

As he got into his car, Dick hoped Penny wasn't home.  In his condition,
after two sexually arousing but unfulfilling incidents, he wasn't sure
he could hold himself back from getting the relief he needed, even with
his daughter.

* * * * * * * * * *

###  An Original H M Tale  ###

Dick dipped his wick into Bethany and Lana, but kept his rocks on.  He's
horny as hell and vulnerable.  Who will take advantage?  And where is
Cassi?

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