"All right," Mavis Feschild began, surveying the eight people lounging in front of the fire in one of the larger rooms of the chalet. "This is our first session together. Well spend some time getting acquainted with one another. Nothing heavy, just a little talk to let each of you start emerging as a distinct individual in the mind of the others. That way we won't seem like strangers for long."
She paused to see what effect her words were having on the group. As far as she could tell, no one was particularly uptight, which was good for starters at least. But she knew that the first night was always the toughest. People were always still too close to what they had left behind; mortgages, car payments, kids, babysitters, things that inevitably needed to be broken down in order for the therapy to work.
"Why don't we begin by introducing ourselves to each other. First names only; I'll explain why later. And then tell us one thing about yourself. It can be a fact, like, 'I'm a zookeeper', or an attitude like 'I'm horny', or anything. There aren't any restrictions, but it's best to be truthful, since the one thing you say will be the way the others remember you and associate your name with your face. Okay? I'll start. I'm Mavis, and I like to drive fast cars. Now, who's next?"
There was a slight pause, then Jim spoke up.
"I'm Jim, and I like to fly fast airplanes."
"I'm Dick, and I like to play golf."
"I'm Alecia, and I like to fuck."
It was this last that really broke the ice. Everyone laughed. From now on it would be easier for the remainder of the group.
Merril hesitated, then decided to go ahead and speak up as well.
"I'm Merril, and I've never had an orgasm. But," she added with what she hoped was a confident smile, "I think that situation is about to end."
"I'm Larry, and I've always wanted to make love underwater."
There was a pause. Only three of them remained; one, a young girl of about twenty dressed in dirty jeans and an expensive blouse, finally spoke.
"I'm Sybil, and I'm a vegetarian."
Two people remained, a young couple. The husband was big and burly; Merril thought he looked like a truck driver, while the wife was young and attractive, though a little on the heavyset side. A real butterball, Merril decided. When she spoke, her voice was soft, with a Southern drawl.
"I'm Sue Ellen, and I don't know what I'm doing here."
"I'm Jason," her husband said, ignoring any tension his wife's comment might have caused. His voice was strange; it was much too cultured to fit the image of a redneck trucker that Merril had first categorized him as. "And I'm a slave to my erections."
Everyone laughed.
"All right, that was good," Mavis announced, smiling as she realized that tilts wasn't likely to be a difficult group.
"Now, just a few more things. I don't know exactly what you're expecting, but let me lay out the house rules and tell you a few things we try to accomplish here."
"First of all, no one has to do anything he or she doesn't want to do. If you want to spend the whole weekend reading a book, that's fine. But chances are, you wouldn't be here if that was all you were interested in."
"Secondly, it's important that you leave behind whatever kinds of things were bothering you at home before you came here today. The idea is that this is an opportunity for you to get away from all of that and just be yourself, and hopefully, improve yourself."
"Going along with this last is something which is most difficult, but which I hope you'll try to do. Leave behind your relationship with whoever you came here with; try to forget that someone here is your husband or your wife. If it turns out that you want to spend your time with that person, that's fine. But if you don't, well that's fine too. So don't be hurt if your spouse is with someone else; the idea of a weekend like this is that everything is out in the open. There's no secrecy or mistrust, and when it's all over the chances are excellent that your relationship will be better for whatever freedom's you exercise here. Okay?"
She looked around at the faces staring back at her. There was a small amount of uneasiness with a few of them, but nothing that would be insurmountable.
"Good. Now, there's hot buttered rum in the kitchen. I won't call all of us together again until tomorrow morning. One more thing; we ask that for the first night you limit yourself, if you decide to get into sexual situations, to one-on-one encounters. Tomorrow you can branch out if you want to. But remember, you don't have to do anything you don't feel like doing."
Two hot buttered rums later Merril was ready to make her move. She knew that what she was going to do would surprise a few people, but she didn't really care.
Hadn't Mavis said they could do anything they wanted to?
Well, she was going to take advantage of that offer.
As she looked around the room, she saw that people were slowly breaking off into pain. Dick, she was not surprised to find, was talking earnestly to Alecia. She had always suspected that his big fantasy involved making it with the blonde sexpot. In fact, even as she watched them, the two of them got up and wandered out of the room sipping contentedly on their drinks.
Elsewhere, Jason was engaged in a conversation with Mavis, while Jim was talking to Sybil, the vegetarian.
All of which left Sue Ellen, which was exactly the way that Merril wanted it. Taking a long pull off her drink, Merril stood up and began walking toward the woman with the engaging Southern accent.
This was going to be interesting.
As they walked into one of the bedrooms, Dick closed the door behind Alecia. He could already feel his cock getting hard at the prospect of what lay ahead of him.
He's going to ball Alecia.
How many times had he fantasized about doing just that? Too many to count, that was for certain. She was absolutely the most sensuous woman he had ever imagined, much lea actually seen.
And now he was going to get his dunce. She sat on the bed and looked up at him. "How do you think Merril's going to take this?" she asked, a smile on her face. Obviously, the question wasn't bothering her a great deal.
"Frankly, madam," Dick answered, raising his mug in a ceremonial toast, "I don't give a damn."
They both laughed.
There was a tension in the room, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Rather it was a feeling of nothing more or lee than sexual anticipation.
Dick liked it.
"Never guess what this place was deigned for, would you?" he said ironically, taking in the minors that hung over the huge bed and on most of the walls.
"Never," she agreed solemnly.
Then, as he watched her, he took another drink from her glass and set it on the floor. He leaned against a nearby desk, sensing that she was about to do something interesting.
"Is there any record player or anything in here?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her features.
He looked around, then nodded.
"Over there," he said, indicating a corner of the room.
She got up and moved with catlike grace until she was standing in front of the console. There were a number of albums to choose from, and after a few moments Dick heard the sound of heavy, earthy jazz coping from a number of speakers situated throughout the room.
"Know what I want to do?" Alecia asked mysteriously, still smiling as if she knew that what she wanted to do would be a big hit with Dick.
"What?"
"I've always wanted to dance for a man." She pawed, then added, "Naked."
Dick's cock jumped in his pants.
"Go ahead," he urged, his voice suddenly husky.
"I intend to," she said.
The music was growing stronger now, but Alecia wasn't yet ready to dance. Instead, she moved around the room lighting various candles which had been placed strategically throughout the large cubicle.
Then she turned out the lights.
"Wow…" Dick murmured. The effect was tremendous, exotic. And erotic.
After taking another long pull from her drink, Alecia began to move slowly around the room, half-dancing at first, but becoming more fluid in her motions at her assurance grew.
She could feel Dick's eyes boring into her, trying to see through the thin, blouse that she wore. The thought that he wanted her, that he probably already had an erection, sent chills through her body.
She began to move closer to him, keeping her eyes locked on his, feeling his excitement grow.
"Take it off, baby, take it off…" he urged, impatient to see what he had waited so long to look at.
She responded by unbuttoning the top button on her blouse, moving closer to him a she did so.
Then slowly, one by one, she unfastened the rest of them until the blouse was completely unbuttoned to the waist, hanging loosely over her swelling tits.
Turning around, she took it off, teasing him by not letting him see anything other than her back at first.
Dick was going crazy.
"Let me see those sweet tits, baby, let me see 'em."
Suddenly she turned around.
Dick gasped at what he saw.
They were even better than he had imagined, and he had imagined that they would be the best he had ever seen. Each of them jutted forward like a proud mountain, capped with a straining rosebud that practically begged to be licked and sucked.
Tic could hardly contain himself.
But there was mow to see. Much more, in fact. Now that she had started stripping, she wasn't going to waste any more time.
Quickly, with smooth, supple move, she released the clasp that held her long skirt in place.
It fell to the floor.
She was naked now except for her panties. Dick was flabbergasted at how fantastic she looked; no woman could look that good! Her long blonde hair hung halfway down her back like a shaggy mane, sometimes flipping over her shoulders to her tits in a way that made him want her even mow, if that was possible.
As she danced, her tits moved up and down, almost seeming to have a life of their own as she moved and moved, undulating with the music as if it were a part of her.
A sheen of sweat was beginning to form on her body, making her glisten in the candlelight in a way that only aroused Dick to the highest possible point.
Now she began to play with her panties, teasing hint, as she slipped first one, then two fingers beneath the elastic waistband, rubbing them in her snatch, then withdrawing them.
"Come on, baby, let me see it," he urged, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"See what?" she teased him.
"Your sweet cunt, baby, your sweet honeypot…"
She responded by taking the waistband in both hands and pulling upward, making the sheer material pull up against her dripping pussy, separating her cuntlips so that theft outline was visible through the wet, opaque fabric.
Then, just as Dick thought he was going to lose control and rape her, she pulled the panties don, revealing in a single motion the golden fur and pink flesh of her cunt.
Dick groaned.
He was squatting on the floor now, his back against a mirror that covered the wall behind him. He felt as if he was going to come in his pants before he even had a chance to get his cock anywhere near her dripping pussy.
That would never do.
Alecia, a few feet in front of him, could see her naked body reflected in the mirror. The sight turned her on as much as anything else night have; she knew she was beautiful, and this only served to confirm it even more.
But then an idea hit her.
She began to move forward, still dancing, gyrating her pelvis in rhythm to the slow beat of the music.
From where he squatted, Dick had a perfect of her thigh muscles as they worked and strained. But even better than that, he had a perfect view of the inside of her crotch, the cuntlips pink and parted in anticipation of… what?
He wasn't certain what she wanted.
But she was.
Slowly she moved forward until her crotch we just a few inches above his upturned face. There, still writhing and thrusting in time with the mimic, she began to lower her crotch toward his mouth, watching herself in the mirror she saw her tits bouncing and her crotch opening she went lower and lower.
Dick couldn't believe it.
No cunt had ever looked inviting hers did. He could see the wetness glistening around the lips, the hair wet and slick from her own juices that poured out of her.
"Eat me… taste my honey… taste my cunt…" she whispered. Finally she banged her cunt down on his face.
Dick closed his eyes and sent his tongue shooting into her, driving it deep into the wet, yielding folds that were being presented to him.
"Mmmmmmmm…" she purred, watching his head bob up and down between her leg in the mirror, loving every second that her cunt searched after his tongue. With a frenzy that we growing to epic proportions within her, she readied out and grabbed his head and pulled it toward her, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her starving pussy.
Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she collapsed in a heap onto the thickly-carpeted floor.
"Fuck me…" she groaned, rising up above him once again and fumbling feverishly with his trousers.
A moment later his cock was free, springing to attention as she ripped down his trousers and underpants.
Without wasting another moment, she practically leaped up in the air, coming down without the slightest hesitation squarely on the head of his cock, driving it deep inside her sticky pussy.
"Aaaiaagggggghhhhh…" she practically screamed as he impaled her, driving in a single motion to the depths of her cunt.
Now she began to bounce up and down, wanting to take him completely inside her, to feel his hard prick banging against the deepest walls of her vagina.
From below, Dick couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. Above him, he could see Alecia flying up and down his jabbing, probing shaft, plunging deeper and deeper into her hot, steamy pussy with each thrust.
Her hair was flying all over, sometimes reaching almost down to his stomach, other times flying out behind her like a streaming horse's mane.
"Oooooohhhh… ohhhhh… yessss…" she moaned, feeling his cock take possession of her entire being. Harder and harder she plunged completely lost in the moment of his cock in her cunt, driving her harder and harder toward the final release she knew was forth coming.
As Dick felt the hot cum bubbling up inside his prick, he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. So he responded by driving upward and harder, meeting her thrusts of passion wit ones of his own that made her gasp for breath, her tits flying out of control.
"Aaagggghhhhh… I'm gonna come… Goddamit… make me come… come… COME! YESSSSSS!" she screamed as her gut seemed to dissolve, melting in a single rush of spurting love juice that threatened to split her cunt into a thousand tiny fragments.
As he felt her cunt contract spasmodically, Dick's cock foamed over, hot cum shooting out of him with a force that he knew she could feel deep inside her squirming cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh…" he moaned, feeling his seed pour from him in a powerful series of spurts that left both of them gasping for breath as if they had just run a mile.
Finally it was over.
She collapsed to the floor next to him.
Dick smiled, content for the moment. It had been a good start, worthy of even his greatest expectations for the weekend. He had gotten essentially what he wanted out of the whole affair already.
The rest would be icing on the cake.
But still, what about Merril?
He realized that, even though he was pushing thoughts of her to the back of his mind, she still descended on him from time to time in his consciousness.
What was the matter with him?
As much as he hated to admit it, he was having at least a small problem dealing with the idea of Merril making it with someone else.
He didn't even know who she had hooked up with, and he realized that in a way he didn't want to know.
But still, her presence hovered above him, even now in the aftermath of the most satisfying fuck he had ever experienced.
Get rid of it, he told himself.
But it was easier to say than to actually make it a reality. After all, he was still human and, like it or not, he loved Merril.