"Delightful, Mandy…" Prinz said and glanced at his watch. The girl's voice droned incessantly and Prinz smiled as her childlike excitement came to him over the phone.
"And we were wondering, Doctor… would you like to join us this weekend?"
Prinz felt a rush of excitement, but he suppressed it as he reminded himself that business and pleasure should only be conducted in one's offices-in private. "I… I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, dear," he told her in an apologetic tone. "It really wouldn't be ethical."
Mandy laughed lightly. "Come on, Doc! We're counting on you-besides, Beverly and her mother are going to be here…" she paused, then added.
"I didn't tell you, but Bev and her mother… ah, well… they make it too."
Prinz thought about it momentarily-the idea of two incestuous groups together at the same time stirred his excitement. Still, he did not like the idea of not being in control. Then, a solution came to him. "Ah, listen, dear… perhaps it might be possible. Do you think your parents-and your friends, of course-might like to come to my place for the weekend? There's more than ample room."
Mandy was silent for a long moment, then she replied, "Let me talk to my mom… ah, do you think you could have your receptionist there, too?" she asked, recalling her brief interlude in his office.
"That, I can't guarantee, Mandy… we really don't need another female … what we need is another man…" and immediately, he thought of Mark. "Ah, but perhaps there will be other guests."
"I'll give you a call later," Mandy told him, "And Doc… thanks… it was so beautiful."
Prinz sat back and considered the ramifications of joining in group sex with one of his patient's family. The implications were clear to him, but actually, Rebecca Golden had worked her way through most of her problems, and it was obvious that whatever problems her daughter had would work themselves out. He was a staunch believer in the theory that most neurosis stemmed from repression and suppression-and that once the cause was exposed, the effect was balanced as a result.
"It will be interesting," he mused aloud and buzzed for Karen.
When the voluptuous blonde entered his office, Prinz took stock of her.
She had been with him for nearly two years now, and he felt it was time that he shared with her some of his observations concerning her own sexual attitudes.
"Sit down, my dear…" he told her and gestured to the deep chair beside the desk.
"Ah, you have Mrs. Powers scheduled in less than an hour," she reminded him.
Prinz nodded. "Yes, I know-that's why I wanted to talk to you now." He folded his hands and leaned forward a bit. "How have you felt the past few weeks, Karen?"
The young woman dropped her eyes as her face colored. She had been waiting for the opportunity to share with him the unusual experience of the man in the motel. "I… that is, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you," she said nervously.
"Then by all means, do," he told her.
"Well… it's a little embarrassing, Doctor Prinz… I mean, it's not the same as relating to you under hypnosis… could we-I mean could you…" she questioned hopefully.
"Not today, Karen. I feel it's time you faced things in the light of day … go on, please."
Looking down at her hands, Karen began, "Well… the other evening, I was home alone… I had a tremendous desire for sex…" Her voice faltered and she glanced up.
"That's quite natural, Karen," Prinz told her.
"But what I did wasn't natural, Doctor!" she protested.
Smiling, he told her, "Let me be the judge of what's natural and what isn't, my dear."
"But… but I went to a bar where I'd never been… and I picked up the first man I met!" she exclaimed and colored brightly.
"Go on."
"We went to a motel and we… we had sex."
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked, leaning forward.
Nodding her head slightly, Karen looked up then and told him, "I did… and the strangest thing happened… while we were… were…"
"Fucking…" Prinz supplied the word for her.
Karen blushed deeply and continued, "While we were doing it, I had the overpowering desire to be spanked."
Prinz looked at her for a long moment as she paused, then he asked, "Did you feel as though you had to be punished for having natural desires, Karen?"
"I… I don't know… but that's not all, Doctor… these dreams, you see… I've been having these strange dreams," she told him.
"Tell me about them, Karen…"
"I don't know if I can… they're so horrid… so perverted."
"All right… let's examine it. You say you went to a bar and picked up a man. You fulfilled a natural urge by fucking." He smiled as he saw her wince. "Come now, surely you've heard the term used before… it's just a word. And you say you had a desire to be spanked. Actually, with your background, I'd say the entire thing is quite natural." Standing, Prinz walked around behind her chair and stood with his hand on her shoulder.
"You've told me quite a lot through hypnosis, Karen-I fully understand your sexual inhibitions." He felt her tense and he patted her shoulder.
"Wha… what have I told you, Doctor Prinz?" she asked apprehensively.
"Well, you were quite explicit when you outlined having sex with your uncle Robert… and your aunt Julia," he told her and waited for her reaction.
"I… I told you about that?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. And since that tender age, you've managed to suppress your sexual desires. Incest is quite common, Karen, I assure you. Why, I had a sister named Glenda with whom I enjoyed sex for over a year-and believe me, if the opportunity arose, I would have sex with her again."
"Doctor Prinz!" the pretty blonde exclaimed.
"Don't be so shocked, my dear-I fully understand what has kept you from enjoying a normal sex life these past few years. Guilt that has grown beyond all normal proportions… nothing more. And it is guilt founded upon childhood misunderstandings of sex." As he talked, he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and told her, "Close your eyes, Karen-let's try a little experiment."
The woman did as she was bidden, and Prinz moved around in front of her, his bulging prick standing out from his open fly. He took hold of her hand and held it for a moment, then he told her, "Keep your eyes closed, Karen and describe for me what you feel… will you do that?"
"Yes," she answered in a small voice.
Slowly, he lifted her hand and wrapped it about his throbbing erection.
Karen stiffened and tried to draw her hand back, but he held it firmly in place. "What do you feel, Karen?"
"Oh… it… it's your…"
"My what?"
"Your penis," she said and her face colored deeply.
"It is my prick… how does it feel to hold a male reproductive organ in your hand?"
"F… feel?"
"Yes, how does it make you feel?"
She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips. "Ah… strange… but it makes me feel… ah… excited, somehow."
"Very good, Karen… open your eyes now and see that there is nothing evil about it, nothing forbidding; there is nothing unusual about it-every man has one."
Karen's eyelids flickered, then her eyes grew wide as she looked upon his pulsing prick. Slowly, she began to manipulate it, and as he moved his hand away, she reached up and took hold of it with both hands.
"You see-it can be a very nice thing to play with… how do you feel now?"
"I… I feel aroused."
"Kiss it, Karen," he said firmly.
Thoughts of her uncle filled her head and she remembered being forced to take his huge prick in her mouth as her aunt licked her between the legs-and she remembered the thick white come as it spurted into her mouth to choke her. She swallowed again, then leaned forward slightly and brushed the head of his prick with her lips.
"Excellent, Karen," he told her and pulled away to tuck his penis into his trousers. "You're making excellent progress. When Mrs. Powers comes in, I'd like for you to assist me. She has a father fixation and it's making her life quite uncomfortable."
Still blushing, Karen looked up at him and shook her head. "You… you want me to assist you?"
"Yes… we'll deal with your inhibitions at the same time, Karen… that is, if you're willing."
"I'll try," she told him.
"Fine. Now, see to your desk and let me know the moment Mrs. Powers comes in."
Karen left the inner office without speaking. Prinz poured himself a liberal amount of brandy. He thought about Karen and her progress over the past few months. He knew that had he tried to explore her feelings too soon, she would have been unable to cope with them. So deep-seated were her fears of sex, and so tangled were they with childhood guilt, she might have been driven into deep psychosis had it not been for the occasional sexual releases through hypnosis.
A short time later, Karen buzzed and Prinz stood to greet Denise Powers as she entered his office. "Well, Denise… good to see you today."
The woman avoided his eyes and went directly to the couch. As she sat stiffly, Prinz crossed the room and questioned, "Is there something wrong, Denise?"
Nodding without looking up at him, she said, "Yes… my husband… he … he wants us to join a swap club."
"I see. And you find that undesirable."
"Well… yes. I mean, I'm just getting over some of my sexual hang-ups with him… now he wants me to… to have sex with other men."
"Do you find the thought distasteful?"
"Well of course-what would you think of your wife if she willingly consented to such an arrangement?"
"Perhaps I would think she loved me very much-or that she too, enjoyed more than the simplistic sexual aspects of wedded life."
"You… you mean you wouldn't think she was cheap?"
"No, I'm afraid I wouldn't, Denise. But examine your own feelings-are you afraid of what he might think if you consented?"
Nodding her head, she whispered, "Yes."
"And you don't find the idea distasteful at all, then."
"No…" she confessed.
"Are you drowsy, Denise?" he questioned and watched her eyes glaze as she replied.
"I… I'm sleepy, Father…" and she sagged back on the couch.
Again, Prinz was reminded of his sister Glenda as he looked down on the lovely red-haired woman. Her body was trim and full at the same time, and he fought the desire to rip her clothing from her body. He reached out and touched her brow as he told her, "Sleep deeply, my beauty… sleep deeply."
Crossing the room to the outer door, Prinz opened it and beckoned to Karen. "Lock the door, Karen, then join us."
In a few moments, a nervous Karen entered the room and closed the door softly behind her. She looked toward the woman lying on the couch, then she turned a questioning gaze to Prinz.
He took hold of her hand and led her to the couch. "Observe, Karen…
Denise had sex with her father when she was in her teens. It has affected her adult sex life to the degree that she still feels a great deal of guilt, even when she has sex with her husband. She has worked through some of her fears, but not completely…" he smiled and squeezed her hand, "Just as you have, my dear."
"Denise…" he called softly.
The woman on the couch fluttered her eyelids and turned her head in the direction of his voice. "Yes, Father?"
"What would you like to do this afternoon, darling?"
Denise looked towards Karen and questioned, "What do you mean, Father?"
Sensing the resistance, Prinz smiled and told her, "Your mother knows, Denise… it's all right, she doesn't mind."
The woman looked at Karen with a puzzled expression on her face and she asked, "You… you don't mind, Mommy?"
Karen looked at Prinz, who smiled and urged her to answer. Finally, she shook her head and said softly, "No… I don't mind."
"Well… I'd really like to do what we always do when Mommy's not home."
Smiling, Prinz told the woman, "Fine… then would you like to take off your clothing, Denise?"
Without hesitation, the woman kicked off her high-heeled pumps and stood up, a look of childlike rapture on her lovely face. Karen stood in shock as the woman slipped out of her vest, laid it aside, then began unbuttoning her sheer blouse. As she opened it to display a pair of beautiful tits, she smiled impishly and unfastened her skirt. As it fell to her feet, she glanced at Prinz and asked, "Aren't you going to take off your clothes too, Daddy?"
"Humor her…" Prinz told Karen and pulled off his jacket.
Karen watched in fascination as both Prinz and the woman removed all of their clothing, then Denise looked up and questioned, "Mommy… won't you take off your clothes too?"
Karen's face flushed brightly as she averted her eyes from the doctor's naked body. She felt an unusual stirring inside her and a warmth she could not define. Slowly, she began to disrobe, and she felt both the woman's and Prinz's eyes on her as she removed each successive article of clothing. Finally, she stood naked, and she looked up to find Prinz gazing at her appraisingly.
"You are absolutely beautiful, Karen," he said and held out his hand to her. Hesitantly, she took his hand and they took several paces to the couch where Denise Powers sat. "What would you like to do, Denise?"
Prinz asked her softly.
Licking her lips, Denise looked up at him, then reached for his erect cock. "I… I want to suck you, Daddy," and she began stroking the length of his prick with both her hands.
Moving closer, Prinz smiled as he watched Karen's reaction. Her eyes grew wide and she sucked her breath as the woman ovaled her lips and took in the head of his prick. Licking it laviciously, she leaned forward and ran her hands up to hold his balls.
"Yes, that's good, darling… suck my prick… suck your daddy off," he told her.
Beside him, Karen looked on in disbelief as the woman took nearly the entire length of his throbbing cock into her wide-stretched mouth. Prinz slipped his hand about her waist and drew her near as he whispered,
"See, she's enjoying it, Karen-all her fears are gone and she's no longer repressing her natural desires."
"But… but she's hypnotized… she doesn't know what she's doing!"
"In a sense, she does… do you know how many times you've engaged in such acts… in your dreams?"
Karen stiffened. The thing she had not been able to tell him was that she had been dreaming about things of this very nature!
Looking at the lovely blonde, Prinz ran his hand downward from her trim waist to cup the smooth cheek of her ass-the welts had disappeared.
"Does this excite you, Karen-does it arouse you to see a woman sucking a man's prick?"
Unable to answer, Karen nodded slightly, then licked her lips. She was drawn to watch as Denise ovaled her mouth widely and moved her head back and forth. Prinz's cock was wet with saliva, and as the woman pulled off to lick the distended head, Karen felt an involuntary shiver go through her naked body.
"Do you remember what it was like when your aunt Julia sucked your pussy?" Prinz asked her.
"Ohhh…" she moaned and felt the heat rise in her body.
Prinz touched Denise's head and the woman looked up at him. Without speaking, he turned her head and moved over a bit. Her face was only inches away from Karen's golden bush. With his hand on the back of the woman's head, he urged her head forward until her lips came in contact with Karen's belly.
"Kiss her, Denise… lick her pussy," Prinz said softly.
Without hesitation, Denise closed her eyes and her hand went to the backs of Karen's thighs. She nuzzled the blonde's belly for a long moment, then lowered her mouth to her cunt.
"Ummmnn…" Karen whimpered as her hands went to the woman's head.
"Ohhhh… oh, my God!"
Prinz smiled as Karen closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned loudly. Hunching her hips forward, she pulled the woman's face into her crotch and began rotating her hips slowly. "Tell her what to do, Karen,"
Prinz said thickly as he watched the woman's tongue ease in and out of Karen's cunt.
"Ohhh, yesss… suck me… lick my pussy… God, it feels so good!" she wailed and ground her hips into the woman's face.
Moving behind her, Prinz eased his throbbing prick between the voluptuous ass cheeks of the blonde. He reached around to cup her full breasts, and he found her nipples stiff against his palms.
"Is it good, Karen? Do you like to have your pussy sucked? Tell me… tell me how good it is!"
"Oh, God in heaven!" she sobbed, "Good… so good… I can feel your prick between my legs… on my cunt… her mouth… ohhhh… Doctor Prinz… I'm going to come… God, she's making me commmme!"
Prinz moved his hips back and forth and felt Denise's tongue brush the head of his prick. The sensation of mouth and cunt at the same time had him near the bursting point, but he held back as Karen sobbed again, stiffened, and cried out.
"Iiieeeee… ughhhn… oh… oh… oh… ohhhhh suck meeeee!"
Prinz held her tightly until the wave of orgasm had passed. Finally, Denise looked up and licked her lips as she ran her hands between Karen's legs to take hold of Prinz's cock. He disengaged himself from both of them and sat Karen on the couch.
"Did you enjoy that, Karen?" he asked softly as he ran his hands over her smooth body.
"Y… yes… God, yes!" she said emphatically.
Nodding satisfaction, Prinz made Karen lay back, then he lifted Denise's face and kissed her softly on the mouth. "Would you like to have your pussy sucked, Denise?"
A childlike rapture crossed the woman's face and she replied, "Yes, oh yes, Daddy!"
"Karen…" he said and looked at the smoldering passion in her eyes.
"I… I don't know if I can," she said hesitantly, as Denise stood and hovered over her.
"Try…" was all he said.
Denise climbed onto the couch with the lovely blonde. She kissed her passionately as her hand moved from her full tits to her wet pussy. Then she twisted and lay beside Karen with one leg cocked up, displaying her entire cuntal area. Turning her head to one side, Denise wrapped her arms about Karen's lower body and hugged her to her.
Karen felt the other woman's mouth on her pussy again, and she chilled as she saw the dense, red bush just inches from her mouth. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, then lowered her head and kissed the woman's puffed pussy lips.
"Ummmnnn…" Denise moaned and thrust her hips forward.
Karen found her mouth suddenly glued to the other woman's cunt. She thrilled as she ran her tongue over the hair-fringed lips and felt them part for her. Easing her tongue upward, she found the woman's clit, and as she licked it laviciously, she felt Denise respond to her oral caress.
Watching the two women, Prinz held his prick tightly, and in his mind's eye, it was not Denise Powers with her head between Karen's shapely legs-it was his sister, Glenda. He looked at her voluptuous ass, and as Karen tongued her wildly, he saw her ass cheeks pulled apart to display that tightly puckered ring of flesh that so fascinated him.
Laying beside Denise on the wide couch, Prinz wet his prick head with saliva, then nudged the woman's asshole gently. He felt her shudder as his prick gained entry, and the first tight muscle stretched. He stopped to allow her time to adjust, then, as she began writhing to Karen's oral manipulations, he thrust forward with his hips. He felt his prick sucked into the woman's asshole and she cried out lowly.
"Ohhhh… yes, Daddy… fuck me there… fuck me in the ass!"
Karen heard her and blinked as she opened her eyes to see Prinz's thick cock easing into the other woman's anus. She stared in fascination as he shoved forward and his dark pubic mat was pressed against her full ass cheeks. Karen moved her left hand between the woman's thighs and took hold of the man's balls as he fucked Denise in the ass.
Prinz felt Karen's exploring hand on his balls and he thrilled. He withdrew his prick slowly and felt her fingers touching the length of his shaft. She was taking the initiative finally, and he knew that with just a bit of coaxing, she would lose her other inhibitions as well.
Karen panted passionately as Denise sucked her pussy. She thrilled as the woman's body pressed against her own, and as she touched Prinz's cock and balls, she felt the flow of energy from her finger-tips to the base of her skull. Never before had she been so completely aware of a physical act, and that awareness gave her such a feeling of freedom, she felt like crying out.
"Ohhhh…" Prinz moaned as Denise shoved her ass against his belly and his prick sank into her asshole to the hilt. He felt himself coming and he could not hold off. The cascade of red hair tantalized him, and as he inhaled the fragrance of her hair, he was carried back in time to the evening that Glenda had introduced him to the pleasures of sodomy.
"Ughhhnnn," Karen sobbed. "Yeth… God… yeth… thuck me… thuck my puthhy… ohhhh… ohhhhOHHHHH!" she cried out, and her body stiffened as she felt the waves of orgasm washing over her writhing body.
Denise too, stiffened as she climaxed. She felt the thick prick deep in her asshole and she shoved back against it as the hands on her tits squeezed tightly.
Prinz heard her childlike cry as her hips were thrust backwards. Her asshole clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. His juices boiled from his balls, and the first throbbing contraction left his loins like a gigantic explosion.
"Yessss… Yessss… fuck… oh, fuck… Glenda… oh, Glenda…" he sobbed lowly.
Karen opened her eyes wide as she heard Prinz cry out. She knew he was coming, and she could not resist doing what she did next.
Prinz shuddered in ecstasy as he felt his prick pulled roughly from Denise's asshole. He felt it spurt once, then it was engulfed by Karen's warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled about the throbbing head as the contractions took his breath and he felt her swallowing his come.
Karen opened her mouth wide, then closed it about the spurting head of his prick. She felt her mouth filled with the thick white come and she shuddered as she swallowed. Her own body quivered as she became aware of the other woman's hot breath on her thighs, and she pressed her body against that wonderful warmth of flesh.
Finally, the passion had ebbed and Prinz stood up from the couch. He looked down at the two women lying languidly beside each other. Denise Powers smiled seductively and stretched as she sat UP.
"That is some kind of therapy, Doctor Prinz," she remarked and smiled as the shock registered on his face.
Karen sat up too, totally unprepared for the woman's not being under hypnosis.
"Denise… Mrs. Powers… I, that is…" Prinz stammered.
"God, don't apologize… that would spoil it all. I woke up when you … when you stuck your prick in my ass… God, what I've been missing!" she exclaimed and reached out to take hold of Karen's full tit. She fondled it softly, then leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth as Prinz looked on in astonishment.
As their lips parted, Denise looked up and asked, "Do you suppose we could have other sessions like this… without the hypnosis?"
Prinz laughed. He could not believe his ears, for the woman who was asking for further sexual liberties was one who had firm sexual inhibitions that had been nearly impossible for him to reach through normal "therapy." Moving to her, he reached down and ran a hand up her silken thigh and touched her wet cunt.
"You are an amazing woman, Denise," he chuckled, "But then, I find most women amazing in their own right."
"Then we can continue my therapy?" she asked.
"By all means… and at greatly reduced rates," he said as she reached out to fondle his soft prick.
Leaning forward, she kissed the head of it, then looked up questioningly and asked, "Who's Glenda?"
Prinz felt his face color, and as the warmth spread to his loins, he told her, "Someone out of my past, dear… some one out of my past…"
Glenda Borden sat with her arm about her daughter Beverly. She had listened for the better part of an hour to the girl's arguments, and she was seriously considering the idea of a mixed party.
"… and you've always told me, 'if it feels good, do it,' mother,"
Beverly told her again.
Sighing, Glenda shook her head and hugged her lovely daughter. "And you're not about to let me forget it, are you?"
Beverly laughed. "Mandy said this doctor is really mellow… he managed to get the three of them-Mandy and her mom and dad-together without any problems at all."
"A swinging psychiatrist… that's all we needed," Glenda said and laughed. "What did you say his name was?"
"I didn't… Mandy told me, but I forget… Princeton… Prince… something like that."
Glenda looked at her daughter and a rush of emotion flooded her body.
"It… it wouldn't be Prinz, would it?" she asked apprehensively.
Beverly furrowed her brow. "Do you know him, mother?"
"Then his name is Prinz…" she said and felt the old loneliness well up in her chest.
"Yeah… I think so… does it matter?"
Glenda shook her head as she looked down at the girl's lovely sixteen-year-old body. She recalled when she was not much older than her daughter… and the pain she had experienced since. "No, dear… it doesn't matter…" She shrugged helplessly, then added, "The only thing that matters is that… that it feels good." And Glenda kept the stirring secret to herself.