At my most recent therapy session, I found myself believing Dr. Jennifer Grayson was finally becoming aroused (maybe just the slightest) at the erotic details I presented; if anything, at the sheer frantic intensity of my secret sex-life.
I knew she was a sex therapist, for God's sake, conditioned to hearing the dirtiest hot and heavy stuff all the time, and I wasn't even telling her my most exotic or erotic dirty details, but still-
It was a warm August morning and we were once again facing each other in her office, in our respective cordovan armchairs. So far, the one-sided conversation (me talking or answering questions) had already made my pussy as wet and as itchy for attention as it could be.
“Courtney, perhaps you could…elaborate on your most recent activities with your cousin, Charlene…”
I swear Dr. Grayson's breathing quickened just the faintest increment, her bottom shifting slightly more often in her leather seat, as I talked about the last time I got together with my oversexed cousin.
Charlene, now 28-years-old, had turned out just like me, very much the eager bi-sexual adventuress. Even though she was happily married to a good man-who knew nothing of the dirty fun we shared-she often managed to get away for drawn-out afternoon gangbangs with the younger set.
These were mostly teen boys who bagged groceries or mowed lawns or delivered the paper.
I asked Dr. Grayson, “Do the gangbangs we do, Char and I, shock you?”
She merely fixed me with a look. “Nothing shocks me, Courtney,” she said. “Nor surprises me. I've quite literally heard it all.”
Not all, I thought. Maybe almost all, but I was certain my story-had I chosen to tell it all-would definitely shock or surprise her.
“The age of consent here happens to be 16-years-old,” I reminded her, who nodded without surprise. “Which is roughly the 10th grade, regardless of how many of them, uh, participate.”
“Go on…”
The details that concerned her involved Charlene and I, both naked and sweaty at a local motel a few days earlier, surrounded by seven or eight horny (also naked) young teens.
“We put on a little show for them” I explained. “To stimulate the boys.”
My therapist suddenly had a fine sheen of perspiration just above her lovely upper lip, which she almost too-casually wiped away with a tissue. She even subtly swallowed, in anticipation I believed, of the details to follow.
“Please continue, Courtney…”
I gave her a look. “Couldn't I just call you Jennifer?” I asked. “'Dr. Grayson' seems so…stuffy, after all this time together.”
“I'm afraid that would be inappropriate,” she said, somewhat stiffly.
“Fine,” I nodded. “Anyway, Char and I put on an erotic show, as the boys stood around us, all fully erect. First we licked each other, then we took turns with a large strap-on dildo, fucking each other in a variety of interesting positions. It pretty much drove the boys crazy.”
Ms. Grayson nodded thoughtfully, clearly picturing it. “I see. And did you, or your cousin, feel any shame-in the least-at your actions…?”
“Not really,” I admitted, thinking back. “Right after, the boys fucked us so much we could barely walk. Or sometimes Char and I did a 69 on our sides so two of them could fuck us from behind at the same time.”
“Right,” she wrote something down. “And how long did that go on?”
I remembered it well enough.
“About three hours,” I said. “The actual gangbang part. They kept fucking us, one after another, in our butts, too. They also masturbated in our faces and mouths and on our boobs-we were drenched in cum!”
Ms. Grayson nodded as if this was perfectly acceptable behavior for a couple of wholesome young suburban women, but then looked directly at me.
“And what about the incest?”
That got my attention.
“What incest?” I asked, a little too quickly. And then, realizing, “Oh…you mean because Charlene and I are cousins.”
“Exactly,” she wrote something again. “Did that element of your…activity cause you any particular shame? Or alarm?”
If only she knew.
“Char and I started going down on each other when we were very young,” I told her. “I can't remember ever being ashamed about anything we did together. It all just felt so…natural.”
Ms. Grayson nodded again, then looked carefully through her notes.
“Courtney,” she started slowly, then met my gaze. “Perhaps you can…fully elaborate on those much earlier times with Charlene.”
This was getting interesting. She'd never asked for this much detail before. I figured, what the heck, I'd see just how exciting I could make my session this time.
“Okay, the first time I used my fingers on Char, we were sharing my bed and I was trying to masturbate under the covers, without letting her know…”
“Please go on…”