Erin felt nervous about going to see someone about her sexual repression, but she had agreed with Ben and found the idea of one of the Romes being a woman helpful, the fact that they were brother and sister an additional assurance. Meeting Jack and Carla, Erin was a bit startled by their youth, yet pleased, feeling it would be even easier to relate her problems to Carla.
Introductions taken care of, Jack led them into his office, and he and Carla shared a smile of agreement, both quite pleased by the couple.
"Could I get you two some wine?" Carla asked, her voice warm, and Ben and Erin looked toward her, distracted from Jack as he moved around his desk to sit down, his obvious erection unseen. "We find that it's best to relax as much as possible and make this as conversational as can be," Carla explained.
"Yes, all right," Ben nodded after glancing at Erin.
"Actually, I think Ben's pretty much described the situation," Jack said, leaning back. "Did he tell you what he told me, Erin?" he asked, looking into Erin's dark blue eyes.
"Uh, yes," she nodded, blushing lightly.
"Your wine," Carla said, and Erin looked up to her side, distracted from her embarrassment.
"Thanks," Erin nodded, and Ben took his glass too.
"Our method depends on several things," Carla said, moving around to the side of the desk, her jersey shirt-dress molding to her curvaceous body. "We'll need your trust, and for you both to keep in mind that our shared goal is for you both to have a happier, more satisfying love life."
"How do we start?" Ben asked, sipping his wine.
"I think that we can begin right now, if you wish, or we can move at a slow pace."
"No," Erin said, surprising herself at the quickness of her response.
"I mean, doing it slowly just give me more time to be nervous," she explained, and took another swallow of her wine.
"You've got the right attitude for success." Carla smiled warmly at her. "The first step is for us to interview you separately so that you won't be restricted by worries about hurting the other's feelings."
"So, Ben, if you'd like to accompany Carla into her office?" Jack suggested, opening a desk drawer to take out several forms.
"Oh, I thought Carla would…" Erin trailed off, looking from the brother to the sister, uncertain as to whether or not they were twins.
"Well, that's part of the slower way," Carla said with a soothing smile. "This way, you're in the process of lowering your repressions from the very start."
"Both of you have to think of yourselves, and one another, as if you were with doctors. If you're getting a physical examination, then you disrobe, and don't question the doctor slipping on rubber gloves to examine, say, your rectum. True?" Jack asked, and they nodded.
"Well, we're looking for non-physical problems with physical manifestations," Carla said. "Thus, you'll need to concern yourselves less with the physical aspects, to put aside jealousies, and accept what happens as merely different forms of physical examinations and tests-to keep in mind our goal of curing those problems."
"That's one reason for being here, instead of at your home," Jack added. "It removes you from your usual environment, and keeps us separate from your day to day lives."
"So, Ben, if you'd like to accompany me to my office?" Carla said, and Ben and Erin looked at one another.
They nodded, and she reached over to squeeze his hand. He stood, and her breathing tightened as he left her range of vision. She heard the door open and close, her husband and Jack's sister leaving them alone together. She became aware of soft, very soothing music playing from a stereo recorder, the volume just audible. She raised her glass, but found it empty.
"Here you go," Jack smiled, and she blinked as he leaned forward from her side to refill her glass. "I think we can leave some of the more trivial information for later," he said, moving back to replace the wine bottle in its cabinet as she took a drink, his eyes on one of the forms. "Ben said that you were taught that there's only one way to make love?" he asked, gradually dimming the office's indirect lighting.
"Y-yes," she nodded, not looking toward him. "My mom was very forceful about that."
"Um," he nodded. "Say, why don't you sit over here on the couch, and then you can relax a bit more," he suggested, and she slowly stood to move to the large couch, the seat extending far enough for her to sit with her legs stretched out before her, the back plushly comfortable.
"Was Ben your first lover?" he asked, sitting on the couch arm at the other end.
"Yes," she said, and took another drink of her wine.
"I take it that you've no problem with climaxing."
"No," she answered, drawing her calves up, her free hand smoothing her skirt.
"Any limit as to the number of your climaxes?" he asked, standing.
"Um, no, I don't think so," she replied, glancing toward him, his back toward her.
"And did you ever climax with anyone else-you know, like when petting?"
"A-a few times."
"During masturbation?"
"I-was taught that was wrong too."
"So, you haven't ever climaxed while masturbating?"
"Maybe once or twice, but… its like with the-the things Ben'd like to do. I get so uptight that…"
"How about girlfriends?"
"Girlfriends?" she asked, confused.
"You know, during early puberty, for instance. Sometimes, it can be easier to deal with one's passions when alone with someone you're already close to," he said, moving along in front of the couch, his manner relaxed and friendly.
"Oh," she nodded. "Yes, once," she said, letting it go at that.
"You were talking about the things Ben wants to do," he said, sitting down on the couch beside her curled legs, his back angled toward her knees. "What things would you like to do if you could let yourself?"
"Me?" she asked, the question taking her off guard, her nervousness over his sitting down near her forgotten. "I guess I never thought of it that way," she admitted, never having considered what she herself might desire.
"Would you like your clit kissed, to feel a tongue moving in your cunny as you lie back and simply enjoy the sensations?" he asked, his voice lower, and she blushed, looking down.
"I-I guess," she answered in a whisper, her heart pounding.
"You've never thought about it?" he asked, turning toward her, one leg atop the couch.
"Yes," she nodded, feeling hot, and wondering if it was as a result of his questions, or the wine.
"All right, I want you to just lean back, stretch out, and relax with your eyes closed," he said gently, slipping the now empty glass from her hand, and setting it on the floor.
Uncertain, she did so, glancing at his strong, reassuring face before closing her eyes.
"I'm going to lower the back of the couch," he said, pushing a button at the base, and she heard a humming sound as she was eased back to a thirty-degree angle. "Hear the music? Listen to the rhythms, to each instrument," he said in a hypnotic whisper. "Hear how the beat of your heart seems a part of the music," he suggested, his fingers nimbly catching the hem of her skirt out from either side of her legs, as he slowly raised the cloth from her thighs, then moved the skirt upward from her long, shapely thighs. '`No one will know what happens in this room, only you," he said, laying the skirt up over her stomach, and baring her full hips, a pair of bikini panties covering her plump mound. "You do want, at least, to know what it feels like to have your clit kissed, to have a tongue move within your nook, don't you?" he asked, his voice a rhythmic sound that crept through her brain.
"Yes," she said in the smallest of whispers, the dim lighting, the comfort of the couch, the warmth of her body, and the sounds of his voice and the music making her forget where she was.
"To feel yourself unbound," he continued, his hands curving to her hips, and almost imperceptibly closing to touch against her flesh, and her panties. "Easy, easy," he soothed as her breath caught, and he began to slide the panties down, rolling them beneath his hands. "Feel the binding being loosened, being removed, feel the soft curlings of your muff loosening, no longer pressed down," he whispered, turning toward her from the waist as he moved the garment past her knees and he reached back with his other hand to remove them. "Doesn't that feel better, more relaxing? Can't you almost feel the way your mound curves smoothly down from your abdomen, the way it rises higher than the tops of your thighs, standing proud and ready. Wouldn't it feel wonderful to have it kissed caressingly?" he continued, lowering his face toward the bright triangle. "To have someone's lips touch the lips of your sex, someone's tongue glide inward, someone's mouth kiss the pulsing of your clit?" he suggested, his breath stirring the curlings of her muff, and he touched his lips to her furrow.
Her lips parted, and she inhaled deeply, her eyes almost opening as she felt the damp heat of her snatch kissed, the lips flexing against her slit. She groaned softly, feeling the compulsion rise within her to reach down and push the head away, to stop the lips from drifting up and down her burning lips. Then she remembered the music, and concentrated on the rhythms, finding that this time it was the throbbing of her clit that seemed a part of it, rather than the deep beat of her heart.
The strong, yet gentle hands cupped her hips again, and the lips parted, the tip of his tongue extending to glide up and down the wet groove of her box. Her body trembled, her blood racing with pleasure, and her clit pulsed faster, Erin knowing the tongue would open her to find it.
He inhaled deeply her fragrant scent and moved his tongue into her juicy cleave. She shifted, murmuring with arousal as he pressed his tongue deep, drawing it over the quivering softness of her hive. He moved his hand down from the hip toward the inside of the couch and eased her leg outward, opening her thighs. His mouth pressed into her furrow, his lips moving as his tongue stretched and curled, his palate soaked with her delicious taste.
She gripped the arm and seat of the couch, her body stiffening as orgasms blossomed within her underbelly, peals of ecstasy rolling out through her. The mouth moved without hurry, knowingly gentle, and her clit throbbed faster and faster until it flashed joyously. The lips soothed her pearl, and the tongue washed over it like a lapping wave that moved with a steady rhythm until it seemed to crystalize with a meteoric rush of heat, her body sweltering with a carnal fever.
His own head was clouded with arousal, his big cock thrusting against his pants leg. One hand caressing her thigh and hip, his other hand opened his shirt and pants and removed his shoes and socks. He pushed his slacks down and slipped his legs from them, his hand then rising to hers upon the arm of the couch.
Their breathing ragged, her thoughts were scattered within the vortex of her mind, her pleasure overwhelming her. The hand caressed hers, moving over its back, its fingers, and palm. She squeezed the hand tightly, coming again as the tongue pressed against her clit, pivoting off it as it turned. The hand moved down, and hers followed until warm flesh touched hers, thick curlings of hair touching the heel of her hand. She was groaning breathlessly again, the tongue moving faster, her clit throbbing faster. Rapture blazed through her, the hand slipping from hers just as she began to squeeze it, and her fingers closed around a thick column of malleably hard flesh.
Somewhere in the spinning of her brain, she knew that it was a cock she held. She gripped it tightly, her hand filled with the huge prick, its throbbing heat penetrating her flesh's own heat, and seeming to merge fierily with it. Her hips twisted against the couch, her cunny spasming around his burrowing face as his lips tightened and loosened around the base of her clit, sucking as he continued to pivot his tongue.
His breathing was strained, his stomach tightening as she yanked his flesh up and down around the turgid meat of his prod, racing the vibrating waves of pleasure moving throughout him. Her hand tightened as she came again, and her other hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers curling in his hair. She cried out, rising from the waist until only the crown of her head touched the back of the couch,,her ass squirming against the black leather as the raging oven of her snatch seemed to explode around his mouthings. Her toes curled back tightly against the pads of her feet, her body shaking, and her cry faded as her lungs emptied. The contractions and expansions of her depths merged, and she collapsed, physically fatigued by her ecstasies, her flesh buzzing, her mind floating in blissful contentment.
Slowly, he eased his movements, and raised his face. His eyes lidded with arousal, he smiled as her hand continued to stroke his tool, though moving slower now, her grip lightened. Pleased by her receptiveness, he decided that she was ready for the second stage of her treatment.
In Carla's office, Ben had sat on an identical couch, Carla sitting in a chair beside the couch, facing him. She had asked him to list sexual activities he wanted to engage in or was simply curious about, and asked him to relate his sexual history, interrupting him from time to time to have him give detailed accounts of some scenes. As he remembered balling various women before marriage, describing the women, the actions, and his sensations in detail, he became more and more aroused. His cock lifted the crotch of his pants, and he felt momentarily self-conscious, but Carla seemed unperturbed.
"Let me see, now," Carla said, glancing at what she had written down.
"You want Erin to give you head. Do you want her to swallow your come too?"
"Yeah, if she could, I guess," he nodded, watching her uncross her statuesque legs, the jersey shirt-dress riding high, and he saw that she wore no panties, her plumed cunt revealed to his eyes for a moment.
"All right, since it's been several years since anyone went down on you, I think we should reacquaint you with the reality," she said, putting her pen, and the forms on the floor beside her chair. "That way, your desires won't be abstract, and you'll know exactly what you want," she said, leaning forward to open his trousers, Ben staring at her with surprise. "Also, it'll allow us to relate your actions with those you wish of her," she added, his hardened prick jutting up as she lowered his pants, and she looked at his thick length with approving pleasure. "Is there any particular position you desire? Standing over her, kneeling over her head, or simply lying on your back?"
"Uh…" he murmured, trying to think past the thundering throb of his rod. "This is, uh, fine," he said, still amazed by what was happening.
"All right," she smiled and she moved to the couch, stretching out between his legs after removing his shoes.
Her lustrous hair spilled over his abdomen and hips, her mouth almost touching the lips of his raised knob as she caressed his thighs. His breathing deepened, and he lay back as she pursed her lips to blow a current of air slowly over his head. Inhaling, she stretched out her tongue and slid the flat of the pink blade around the hypersensitive bulb of his flesh. His mouth opened as his eyes closed to the delicious waves of heat running through his tool, and into the rest of his body.
Her soft tongue slipped from his head, and she again blew air over it, but the flesh was now damp, her breath cooling his knob. The contrast of the coolness with the mounting warmth of his bone sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, the throbbing deepening. Her hands moved upward, spreading over the insides of his hips, and her thumbs moved over the top of his sac.
Her lips met his knob and she kissed it, her mouth gradually blossoming to suck at him, her tongue again moving over his lips. He groaned softly as he exhaled, his hands moving down to cup her head, her hair like silk against his palms. Her fingers slid between his thighs and balls, and the edges of her hands joined beneath his scrotum. His head pushed back as she shifted his swollen nuts between her palms, her thumbs gliding over them.
Her lips moved under the rim of his head and closed tightly around the top of his shaft, her tongue licking at the cleft of his knob. His thoughts blurred as his mind spun with pleasure, his flesh hot with static electricity. Her lips nuzzled downward around his engorged trunk, stroking him as the tip of her tongue moved against his dorsal vein. His breathing quickened, his shoulders shifting against the lowered couch back his heels pushing against the extended seat.
She spun her tongue around his head and upper shaft, her lips continuing to move downward, and she tightened her mouth around him, sucking at him. He moaned, his back arching as the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, and her tongue closed around him, pulling against his glutted meat. Her hands rolled his balls together, his gizzum broiling within them.
He pressed his legs in alongside her, his calves gripping her full hips, and against the insides of his thighs he felt her big breasts, naked beneath her shirtdress. She released the hold of her mouth, and took more of his cock in, suddenly tightening around him again. She pulled her head up, the grip of her sucking mouth tugging along his shaft till she reached his head. He gasped, the throbbing quickening.
Her mouth opened and moved lower than before, then again pulled tightly upward. Her mouth opened and closed, rising and falling faster each time, her lips moving further and further down his quaking column.
His hands tightened in her hair, his face flushed, his features strained. His come pounded for release. Her suckling mouth pulled up along his shaft, and dropped back down to tug upward again. His heart beat like a trip hammer. Her head bobbed up and down upon the spire of his erect flesh. His breath caught. Her tongue flashed up and down his dorsal vein. He twisted from the waist, his face lined with the intensity of his arousal. Her thumbs raced over his tremoring balls, her joined fingertips kneading his root. He inhaled in a ragged groan, his elbows pressing in against his sides as he rose up from the waist.
His come broke free of his nuts.
Her mouth closed tightly around his spasming rod, and she sucked hungrily at him. His spend raced through him, the throbbing merging with the pounding of his blood that filled his brain. He shook against her, and his juices blasted through his length' flarings of exquisite heat going through his shaking body. His spunk erupted from his head, hosing against her throat, and she swallowed quickly to keep up with his torrential outpouring. His mouth widened as his ecstasies mounted to a fever pitch, his climax consuming him, mind and body fused as his cock jerked within Carla's mouth. His come slacked off, and she began to suck at him again, drawing every last drop of his pearly juices from him. Satiation flooding him, he exhaled deeply, dropping back to the couch, a blissful smile on his face.
Carla drew her lips up his softening shaft, and his knob came free of her mouth. Her eyes lidded, she looked up toward his expression of contentment and smiled, licking a drop of his come from her lower lip.
Groggily, Ben wondered how Erin was doing with letting her inhibitions down. The idea that Jack could be having much success yet seemed so unlikely that he did not even consider what form her treatment might be taking.
Having finished undressing, Jack had opened Erin's skirt while she basked in the afterglow of her climax, and had removed it. He slipped the buttons of her blouse free of their eyelets without bothering to open the garment, and he smiled with pleasure at her flushed face and her expression of satisfaction.
Momentarily spent, Erin's eyes remained closed, and she smiled blissfully, only partially aware that someone was stretching out beside her on the couch. Jack slid his arms around her, and she shifted back against him, feeling secure in his strong arms. Then she remembered where she was and who she was with, her eyes opening wide.