Peg received a call from Bill almost every day, but she refused him every time just like she always had. Her thoughts were leaning toward her son again. She would watch him playing basketball in the yard, and the sight of his youthful body moving gracefully around with the ball would make her so horny that several times she jerked off at the window as she watched.
The idea of seducing the lad obsessed her, but she knew that it would be wrong so she fought her impulse. But every time he walked pest her with his long legs striding and his shoulders swaying, her cunt would get wet and she felt the same old longing tear at her guts. His body reminded her so much of Clark's, and Clark had been able to fuck her like no one had since.
When she went to bed, Peg lay there thinking
about Jim and Clark. She would get them mixed tip in her sexual fantasies as she would slip her hand into her crotch and rub herself off. She knew that she couldn't go on that way much longer. Something would have to give.
Peg heard about a sex therapist from a girl friend and she thought she'd better give it a try before she did something she might regret. She had never gone to a shrink of any sort before so she was nervous about baring her perverted soul to a stranger. But she didn't see any way out of it.
When the day of her appointment came, she almost called the shrink to cancel the appointment, but she knew that if she did, she would have to rape her son, and she didn't think she should do that. So she drove downtown to the therapist's office. As she walked in she couldn't keep from shivering with fright. What would they do to a mother who wanted to fuck her own son? she wondered.
The receptionist asked her her name, then told her to have a seat; She flipped through old magazines but was too nervous to read anything. Every time she heard a footstep or a door open or close somewhere, she looked up. Finally, she saw a woman come out of an inner office followed by a man in a flashy sport jacket.
"Good-bye until next week," he said to the
woman. "And remember, it's not poison."
Peg stared at the man as she wondered what he meant by his remark to the woman leaving. He was very short and wore his black hair long and combed over his forehead. He walked with a waddle and looked through thick glasses.
"Hello, my dear," he said to Peg. "You must be Peggie Williams." Peg stood said hello, and the therapist told her to follow him as he walked into his office. She sat in a very comfortable reclining chair and looked around his businesslike office.
"Well, what seems to be the trouble?" Dr. Arnold, the therapist, asked.
Peg shifted around in her chair as she gathered her courage to speak.
"I have this…" The phone rang before she could say another word and Dr. Arnold held up a finger to tell her to wait.
"Yes?" he said into the receiver. "She did? Well, did they catch her? No? Call her husband and tell him to be on the lookout for her." he hung up, then said, "Sorry about the interruption. Go on."
"Well, for the past month or so, I've had this almost irresistible urge…
A knock on the door stopped her from saying any more.
"Excuse me again, my dear," he said as he got up and answered the door.
His receptionist stood in the doorway, and a shrill voice came from the waiting room. The receptionist said that Mrs. Borden was there, and that she had a problem. The voice in the background was saying "I can't stand it another minute! I'm going to do it again! Yeowwww!"
Dr. Arnold told Peg he would be right back and went out. The receptionist Walked into the office and sat down heavily in Dr. Arnold's chair. She was a young and good-looking chick.
"It's pretty hectic around here, isn't it?" Peg said as she heard Dr. Arnold trying to calm the woman in the outer office.
"Yeah," the receptionist said. "He's a horse's ass anyhow."
Picking up a pencil from the table beside Dr. Arnold's chair, the receptionist pretended that it was a cigarette like the doctor was holding and said, "Well, what seems to be the trouble my dear?" in an amusing imitation of the doctor's voice. She even made her face look like his with the magnified eyes.
Peg was shocked by the woman's behavior, but she couldn't help laughing at her impersonation of her boss.
"Calls himself a sex therapist. Ha! You should see what he does for kicks." The receptionist rolled her eyes then, looking through the doorway to see
if her boss was coming, she bent down and pulled open a drawer in the table. Sticking in her hand, she pulled out a garter belt, then a brassiere and other lacy things. Quickly, she dropped them back in and closed the drawer. "And the things he makes me do after work," the woman continued in conspiratorial tones. "And you think you've got troubles."
Dr. Arnold appeared suddenly, but the receptionist didn't get up until he walked right over to her and asked her to get out of his chair. Then she got up slowly and reluctantly. As she left the office, she gave Peg a look that seemed to say good luck.
The door slammed, and the doctor repeated his original question, asking her what her problem was. Peg waited for a few seconds before answering. Not only was she waiting to see if there would be another interruption, but she was wondering whether she still wanted to confide in him after what the receptionist had said and showed her.
She looked up at him, and felt that she'd better say something, but he had a strange look in his eye, as if he were waiting for her to undress or something, and Peg decided that she wasn't going to tell her problem to this guy. But she had to say something.
"I have a foot fetish," she suddenly blurted.
Dr. Arnold stared at her. Then his whole face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning.
"Oh! Well. Hey, hey, this is interesting," he said and began to squirm around in his seat. "Feet? Well, well."
He had begun to chuckle, and as Peg looked at him he began to laugh louder until his face was red and his little body was hopping up and down in his chair. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and asked her to tell him more.
Peg stood up and said, "On second thought, I think I made a mistake."
She opened the door and walked out. The doctor chased after her asking her to come back.
"Had enough, huh?" the receptionist asked as Peg passed her. Then she called. "Wait, I'll come with you."
Dr. Arnold was left with a red face as both women walked out of the office. On the street, the receptionist introduced herself. Her name was Clair and she asked Peg to have a cup of coffee with her and Peg said she would.
"How did you get that job?" Peg asked her as they sipped coffee.
"I started out just like you. I came to him for help with a problem I have."
"Have? You mean you still have the problem?" Peg asked.
"Well, I'm still a lesbian, but I don't consider it a problem anymore. Now my main problem is the crazy guy I work for."
Peg was interested in Clair. If she decided that her problem wasn't really a problem either, then she would be fine, and maybe she would have some fun that she was denying herself now.
"You mean, you still make it with other women, and just intend to keep on doing it?" Peg asked her.
"Oh, yeah," Clair said in a dreamy sigh. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and she rested her head on her hands. "There's nothing I like better than sinking my face in a nice, juicy cunt. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water," she said with a shiver.
Peg was surprised at the woman's candid statement..
"I still like to make it with men too," the lesbian continued, "but a chick knows how to take care of a chick's needs, you know. And it's so nice to lay your head on a big, soft tit. Mmm."
Peg was surprised to feel the same current of pleasure run through her as she felt when she thought about her son and his big prick. Could it be that she could get enjoyment out of lesbian love too? If so, this might be her big chance. She looked at Clair closer than she had before and noticed that
her tits were firm and almost as big as her own. Her face was pretty and her hair was short and shiny black.
The more site thought about it, the more the idea of making it with this chick appealed to her. She began to hope that Clair would make a play for her, but she didn't know if they would be able to make it on Clair's coffee break. Her heart was pounding with desire, but she couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted to try that perversion.
"Ever make it with a chick?" Clair suddenly asked.
"N-no," Peg said. She wanted to add that she'd like to, but she was too inhibited, and hoped that Clair would bring it up.
"Well, I don't know what your problem is, but maybe you should just loosen up and go with it. Maybe a roll in the hay with me might help." Clair punctuated her offer with a wink.
Peg felt a cold shiver run up her spine, and she blushed. She wanted to say. yes so badly that she could taste it, but she seemed to be paralyzed. With a mammoth effort, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Clair saw her trouble and reached over the table and put her hand on Peg's. The touch made Peg's pussy begin to drool.
"I don't live far away," she said. "Just around
the corner."
Peg finally managed to nod her head. Clair got up, forgetting about her almost-full cup of coffee, and dragged Peg out of the booth by the hand.
They paid their bill, or rather, Clair paid it as Peg was still stiff with frightened excitement.
Peg was aware of walking down the street at Clair's side, but she was thinking about what was to come. Her panties were soaked with her cuntjuice and her tits felt so cold that only a mouth on the nipples could warm them.
She saw the door of a building, then the hallway and an elevator, and all the while, she was in a trance of horny anticipation. Before long, she realized that site was in a small, but tastefully decorated, apartment. She felt Clair push her into a sitting position on a couch.
"Would you like a drink?" Clair asked her.
That was what she needed, she thought, and managed to nod. When she was left alone while Clair went to make a few drinks, Peg thought about having her pussy sucked by the gorgeous chick, and she was taken by a fit of hot lust.
Her breath was coming fast and she shook all over. When Clair came back and held out her drink, Peg's hand shook so violently that Clair put the drink down on the coffee table and sat next to Peg. Taking her in her arms.
"You really are nervous, aren't you?" Clair said.
"I'm just horny," Peg sputtered.
The drinks were forgotten as Clair leaned toward Peg and kissed her on the mouth. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. Peg almost fainted with passion, as she felt the incredibly soft tongue enter her mouth. No one had ever kissed her like that before.
When Peg felt a hand on her tit, she melted in her lover's arms. She lifted her own hand and felt the firm. jelly-like flesh of Clair's boob. Clair was wearing a tight sweater and the ribbed texture made her tit feel even more wonderful. This was the first time Peg had felt another woman's tit and it was a fabulously erotic experience.
As she explored the tit, she felt skillful fingers moving around her own jugs. Clair had found her nipple and was brushing her fingers across it, causing a sexy tickling all through her body. Peg imitated the way her tit was being massaged by doing the same to Clair's. When Clair tugged the bottom of her blouse out of her pants and slipped her hand up it, Peg pulled up her sweater and put her hand into it. The women grabbed each other's naked knockers, lifting, squeezing and kneading.
They both began to make moaning sounds in their throats as they took off into the rare atmosphere of perverted pleasure. Their saliva was
running together between their mouths as they took turns reaching with their tongues into the other's mouth. As they moved their head around in circles, grinding their mouths together, they felt the warm saliva spread over their lower faces.
Clair pulled the hem of Peg's blouse up, exposing her tit. Then, taking her mouth from Peg's, she looked down at the massive object.
"What a beautiful sight," she said as she moved her hand over the curve of the boob.
Clair lowered her head, and Peg braced herself for a kiss on the creamy skin of her jug. She sighed with pleasure as she felt Clair's lips on the smooth skin of her tit. Clair kissed and licked the entire surface of the globe, getting closer to the nipple all the time.
Peg leaned back on the couch as Clair lifted her lit and stared at the big circle of the nipple. Peg saw her lover's tongue come out and lick the hard knob. The soft, wet tongue sliding over her stiff nipple made her grab Clair's head and pull it to the soft flesh. She rolled her body from side to side as her pussy longed for satisfaction.
A hundred desires tore at her as the lesbian sucked her tit. She felt that she had to have a tit in her mouth too, and suddenly and clumsily pulled her tit away from Clair and began tearing at her sweater. She could hear herself making desperate
whimpers as she struggled to get at the ripe fruit of Chair's knocker.
"Take it easy," Clair said in a soothing voice. Then she crossed her arms and grabbed the-bottom of her sweater. She pulled the garment up and off with one quick movement and Peg was confronted with a pair of lowly boobs. They appeared almost white against Clair's tanned body.
Peg was desperate with passionate hunger and threw herself into the softness of those boobs. She felt one tit crash against her face, the nipple poking her cheek. Clair encircled her head and held Peg's face to her chest. Opening her mouth, Peg felt around for the nipple like a new-born pup. When she found it, she began sucking as if she were starving.
The nipple seemed to calm her, and she eased up on her onslaught just before Clair cried out in pain. Peg began using her hands on the boobs as she continued sucking and licking.
After a few minutes of glorious tit sucking, Clair moved Peg's head away from her and pushed her back on the couch. As Peg reclined, her tits flattened slightly on her chest, and Clair smiled at the sight. Then she reached for Peg's pants, unfastening the button at the side. Peg looked up at the woman who was undressing her. She was like a child in the hands of a strong grown-up except for the tremendous lust that held her.
As Clair spread her pants open, Peg lifted her thighs so Clair could pull her slacks down. Peg shivered as she felt her new friend's eyes on her emerging belly. The pants caught on the elastic of her undies and tugged them down a bit, but then they snapped free and die pants came down freely.
Peg let her ass rest on the couch and lifted her legs so Clair could take the slacks off. Clair looked down at Peg's midriff; the smooth, white belly, nylon-covered pubic patch and solid thighs. Then she helped Peg strip the panties from around her hips.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Clair whispered as the sight had its effect.
Peg unbuttoned the blouse that was still pushed up over her tits, and wiggled out of it, leaving herself totally nude. She felt great about having Clair staring down at her and she knew that she was turning her lover into a wanton bundle of lust.
Clair stood and began unfastening her own slacks. From her vantage point below the lesbian, Peg had an interesting view of the underside of her tits as they stood out on her chest. Chair kept looking down at Peg between the protuberances as she pulled her pants off.
Peg was very happy to see that Chair's body was as perfect as her own, even though it was less dramatic. Clair was wearing sheer undies and when
Peg saw the dark triangle of hair through them, she got a jolt of perverted pleasure. She was going to suck that cunt, she told herself.
Clair grabbed her undies and lowered them slowly and teasingly; Now, standing naked, she put her hands on her hips and struck a pose that filled Peg with lesbian passion. She wondered why she had never felt this lust for another woman before, and wondered what Clair's next move would be. She hoped it would be a move that brought her cunt in contact with Clair's mouth.
Clair lifted one foot and put it on the side of the couch near Peg's head, giving Peg a good look at her crotch. Peg saw the gash thorough her rather sparse hair, and the inner-lips could be seen clearly, looking wet and hungry. Rather than get her cunt sucked, it looked like Peg was going to be the sucker.
Clair leaned slowly over Peg's face, bringing her cunt close enough for Peg to smell. Clair was looking at the expression on Peg's face while she wore a look of extreme passion.
Clair climbed up on the couch with a foot on either side of Peg's head. She squatted lower and lower. Peg was wondering if she would chicken out at the last minute; after all, she hadn't bargained for this when she made an appointment with a sex therapist, but she knew that her horny lust would
carry her through this new experience.
"I want you to eat me, honey," Clair said. "It'll be good. I promise.
Her cunt was a few inches above Peg's nose by the time she said that, and Peg wouldn't have had much choice in any case, but her mouth and twat were both watering at the prospect of lapping a woman's cunt. Now the pungent scent of pussy was filling Peg's head with wild cunt-hunger and she stuck her tongue out.
She felt the slippery inner-lips of Clair's cunt touch her tongue and the flavor ran into her mouth. As if automatically triggered, Peg's tongue began moving in long swipes through those protruding lips, and the feeling of heavy cunt liquor running down her face made her tongue lap faster.
Clair made herself comfortable on her knees with Peg's head between her thighs. With her hands supporting her body on the arm rest of the couch, Clair held her pussy in licking distance of Peg's face and trembled in ecstasy. Peg was really getting into it now as she did all the things to Clair's cunt that she liked to have done to hers. Besides lipping the length of the wily inner-lips, she probed into the tunnel and tickled the clit with the tip of her tongue. She could tell by the way Clair was moving her hips and by the sounds she was making that she
was doing a good job.
She lifted her hands to Clair's ass and was caressing the firm cheeks when she got the notion to see if the lesie liked having her ass played with. Moving a finger tip into the crack, she found that tight aperture and brushed it lightly.
"Yeah," Clair gasped in a desperate voice. "Ohhhhh!"
Her moans of pleasure gave Peg encouragement to probe into her ass a bit deeper and she nestled her finger in up to the first knuckle. Clair's belly hovered over Peg's head so Peg couldn't see anything, but she didn't have to: she knew that Clair was going into a fit of sexual rapture.
Clair began howling and shaking so wildly that Peg knew she must be coming, but she kept her tongue reaching up her flowing tube. With a final scream, Clair jumped off Peg's thrashing tongue and collapsed like a rag doll on top of her. She was a sweating, shivering creature in her post-orgasmic frenzy so Peg held her and caressed her until she calmed down.
"Are you sure you never ate a cunt before?" she asked. Then, when Peg said she hadn't, she said, "Well, you're a natural, baby."
Peg was so proud of herself that she beamed. Her face was smeared with pussy juice and her taint was still tingling with need, but she felt she had
taken an important step in her life. She was on the path to sexual fulfillment, no matter where it would lead her.
When Clair began to settle down from the explosion of her climax and she was able to control her muscles again she started slithering down Peg's body. Now Peg would get the benefits of this lesbian's tongue in her twat.
Clair lingered at her tits and sucked each nipple until she was sure it was time to move on. Putting her hand over the hairy mound of Peg's cunt and dipping a finger into the slot helped her determine the progress of her lust. She felt that Peg was wet and ready as her finger was squeezed by the contractions of the pussy-tunnel.
Peg was flat on her back with her legs spread as Clair wiggled her way into sucking position. Peg could more or less relax now and let the chick eat her.
There was still a surprise in store for her though. When Chair had positioned herself with her face in Peg's pubic curls and stuck her tongue in the gash, Peg realized that she was a skillful cunt-lapper. Peg always went wild with a lashing, poking tongue in her cunt, but this was different. At the first stroke, Peg was reduced to a crazily writhing pervert. There was something about the way Clair used her tongue that made it much more thrilling than any
guy's tongue had ever been.
When the tongue tip touched Peg's clit, she almost fainted with the intense ecstasy that shot through her. When she was on the verge of coming, Clair stopped tonguing her clit and began covering the entire pink slit with quick broad strokes that seemed perfect for giving her the strongest possible orgasm after taking her to the highest pinnacle of passion.
Peg didn't stop vibrating for a while as the pleasure slowly drained away. When it did, she was left as limp as a wrung-out dish rag. Her cunt would never be the same.
"Well, I've got to get back to work," Clair said. "But you can relax and leave whenever you want." She got dressed, then said, "The next time you need a sex therapist, just come see me.
Peg thanked her. She was glad to be able to hang around and rest. She was such a wreck it would take a while for her to get her strength back. Also, she had time to think. It seemed to her that if this new experience was so wonderful, there might be other things, perverted perhaps, that would be as
wonderful. She felt better than she had in quite a while.