When everyone was quiet, John Duster cleared his throat and began to speak. Susie stared at his lap. His long penis was limp, and it lay curled over his thigh.
"I'd like us, as a group, to share some of the experiences that happened in the last hour or so. Perhaps I should begin, as leader, with some of my own impressions.
"I had moved forward and put my hand on Peter's thigh. At first he responded stiffly. He returned my gesture by placing his hand on my thigh, at about the same place-careful, of course, not to come anywhere near my prick with his fingers.
"I sensed he was uptight. I asked him if he'd ever been blown before. He said he hadn't, not by a man. I asked him if he thought it would feel any different than if a woman did it, and he said no, he guessed not. I started to explain the concept, that, unless we are open to sexuality of all kinds, we are really closed to true sexuality of any specific variety. That man is not a heterosexual being, nor a homosexual nor a bisexual being, but really just a purely sexual being; open to all love experiences that gratify him.
"Without asking his consent, I stuck my head against his stomach and reached for his prick. I raised my lips and sucked the head between them, letting the edges of my front teeth rest on the circumcised skin. I licked the line that divided the dome from the shaft. Then I raised my head. 'Can you dig it?, I asked him, and he smiled shyly and nodded his head.
"I think the incident with Susan and Gus was instructive." he said, smiling in the direction of the three, who were now curled into a tissue of one body. Susie felt a childlike relief that it was not her own actions to which the attention of the group was being called.
"You see, when Gus started to make it with Susie. Susan was jealous." The relief was replaced in Susie's spinning emotions with a kind of exhibitionistic elation. "Just as Susan had expressed herself with honesty, Gus decided-quite creatively, I would say-that the only way to deal with that kind of hostility was through affection, through love.
"What I'd like to do now," said Duster, "is have you each describe your feelings as you're being made love to, by a man and a woman. It's a necessary exercise, eventually, in the course of therapy, for all of us. I find it produces new insights each time I try it, and I include myself in this part of therapy in all sessions. Alice, would you like to repeat with Nancy?" Alice nodded and smiled coyly, glancing at Nancy behind her.
Susie hadn't noticed it at first, but now it occurred to her that Nancy was at least a bit mannish, with her red-blond hair cropped close, and her smallish breasts, out of which came the large and unusually prominent raw-red nipples, turning upward as though tweaked.
Nancy stood up and walked toward the head of the mat, almost obscuring the group's view of Duster. Her ass was hard muscle, barely shaking with the rhythm of her jaunty walk. Prom between the legs, as Nancy walked, Susie could see the ends of a few auburn pubic wires from the full tuft.
"Which of the men attract you most-at this moment?" Duster asked.
Alice smiled shyly. "I'm sorry-I forgot your name," she said, speaking softly and looking straight into Gus' amused eyes.
"Gus," he said, and he pushed up on his knees and walked down the middle of the mat, haunches flexing as he came closer. He pressed his palms against her cheeks as though he were blessing her. Her eyes widened, caught by the sight of his enormous Prick. The glans was still covered by the foreskin. Immediately as she reached up to touch it, the dork started to climb to erection, and the rim of purple gleamed as the reddish skin withdrew.
Alice's fingertips combed through his pubic hair and smashed a thin sheath of skin hard against the pubic cartilage. Her mouth opened as if ready to accommodate the prick, but Duster raised his hand, motioning for her to stop.
"I'd like you to lie down, back on the mat, completely passive." She squirmed on her chubby butt. Her feet stretched out toward her audience. Her grease-coated incision was visible beneath the tawny underbrush of sexual hair. "Tell us how it feels, as it happens, as each sensation happens to you. "
Gus' body rose as he pushed up on his palms. His erection touched the center line of her belly. Nancy leaned in between the two parallel bodies and grasped it, rustling the foreskin and bringing the side of her forefinger against the glans. Gus' ass stuck further up in the air, and Nancy directed his member to the honey pot. "Oh, stick it in," Alice giggled, once the head of the machine was resting in the network of flesh and dark pubic hair.
"How does it feel?" asked John Duster. Gus had not penetrated.
"His cock is against my clitoris. I feel like I'm sweating inside my vagina. I want him to come in. side me, but even when he pushes, I know that it's hard to let in because I'm still too dry."
Nancy crawled on her knees to Alice's head. She turned and faced Gus just as he slipped inside the young girl's quim. She planted her own genitalia just above Alice's mouth, but the hair did not touch her lips. "I've never eaten someone out before," Alice said just before her tongue crawled from between her lips. She found Nancy's stubby clit and licked at it as though it might rise and bite her back. Gingerly she planted the first point of her first finger inside the vagina and wiggled the finger against the closing walls. Nancy moved her body quickly and with blunt rhythm back and forth, emphasizing its friction against the tiny digit.
Nancy put her hands at the sides of the girl's torso and leaned forward to kiss Gus. Gus' tongue flailed her thick, sensuous lips. She seemed to be fighting to get inside his mouth just as he preferred to linger on the surface of her lips. She grabbed his shoulders for balance, hooking her fingers over the rounded ball-joint. The index fingers moved inside, under the arm and into the hair-quilted pit, moist with sweat.
"He's all the way inside me," Alice said, her voice almost a whisper. The raw meat of her box clung tightly to the poker. "I can feel the pressure on my clit. Oh… he's moving back." Her finger continued to stab Nancy's cunt, but only occasionally did her tongue and lips move to caress the labial surface.
Each stroke of his cock inside her was more swift, more direct, and seemingly deeper. As he drove the spike toward her womb, his ass turned up, the others could see his scrotum hanging from his crotch. Gus rubbed Nancy's tit with one hand, while with the other he gently caressed Alice's breasts.
An involuntary spasm of her cunt held him in a moist, fleshy vise. He wiped the flat of his forefinger over her clitoral bud to test its erection, then forced his straightened finger in beside his dark. The bone remained stationary while he pulled his organ back and then replanted it in the steamy pot. He jiggled the cock inside her, then pushed her back from the erection until only the dome was inside her, hidden between the damp and converging labia.
Her eyes closed as her mouth gaped open. Delirious, every thrust of his pecker could be detected in the snap of her small rounded chin against her collarbone. "Please… make me… come!" she shouted, her voice paper-thin. "I can't… go on… like this… Please…! Oh! Oh fuck… please…! Fuck!"
In the main cabin of the Sensitivity Retreat, where the majority of the guests were quartered, the therapists and patients gathered for a quiet meeting before the huge fireplace, glowing with dying wood. Hot sangria punch was served in ceramic mugs by the staff. Duster mentioned that the cups had been made in the Retreat's craft shop, which was open to all visitors-as part of therapy.
"Dr. Chiver and I would like you to feel free to talk about anything relating to the day's activities, but particularly we would like you to get at the reasons you are here-your problems, if you don't mind the use of the word." Susie sipped on her punch, then ran her tongue over her upper lip, which seemed anesthetized. A tall and thin man in his late twenties had begun to talk. His name' was Aaron, and he kept unconsciously pushing his sand-red hair from his face as he spoke.
"I came to the Clinic because I was gay. I became interested in this girl I had known but never dated in high school. I just happened to meet her casually about a year ago-she had been married and divorced in the interim. I became very fond of her, but I avoided sexual contact scrupulously until one day we took acid together and I found myself in bed with her, naked and impotent.
"The situation was terrifying, but Ann was calm and kind to me. I realized that I did love her, that I wanted to make love to her but I was paralyzed-sexually speaking.
"That's when I came to the Clinic. I was interviewed by Dr. Chiver. I suggested he treat me with the conditioned-reflex therapy rd read about in the papers. You know, where they sit you in a room and show you pictures of naked men, and they give you an electrical shock to condition you against an expectation of pleasure from homosexuality. But Dr. Chiver warned me against it, saying it thereafter colors the whole sexual experience with negative feelings, and that occasionally a sado-masochistic component enters into subsequent sexual relationships.
"I had refrained from any participation on the sex therapy during the afternoon and morning sessions. In the afternoon, I just leaned back on the mat and masturbated. I was fantasizing about Ann, but in my mind, she had a huge rubber dildo strapped around her waist and pointing out from her belly. I lay on my stomach, and Ann separated my cheeks and stuck the fake pecker between them, then plowed inside me, ripping apart the rectal muscles.
"But this evening, when we were all nude in the sauna bath, I started staring at Nancy, and she turned me on. I was surprised, and curiously embarrassed when I looked down at myself and saw that I had a full-sized erection. She was leaning against the wall, a towel tied around her waist.
"I was reduced to what for me is incredible shyness. Even though there was no one near us, I asked her almost in a whisper if I could kiss her. She seemed taken aback more by my timidity than by the request. After all, we were both naked." With this the young man shot a glance at Nancy, who was sitting on the couch opposite him. She seemed to follow the narrative with interest. At the moment, Susan's arm was wrapped around her small waist. She wore a ski sweater and nothing on beneath it; the outline of her nipples could be seen below the garment's thick weave.
"She smiled and said yes. Without touching her with my hands, I leaned forward. As my tongue traced the outline of her lips and then entered her mouth, crossing over and under hers, our chests met, and I felt her nipples harden as the tissue of the breasts slid on my skin.
"My mouth was still open and I was still kissing her when she brushed my chin with her lips and tongue. She bent her knees and playfully bit my neck. She rubbed my nipple with the flat of her finger. Her hand went between my legs. She jabbed the part of the shaft hidden below the scrotum, and my nuts ached with delirious excitation. Her fingertips were like cold steel knives against the heavy skin. I had an ache in the pit of my stomach, and I felt my belly burning with the load. I squeezed her upper arms, but she slipped out of my grasp.
"In the heat and moisture of the sauna, with sweat greasing our bodies, I felt her cool mouth envelop my cock. Her tongue smashed the underside, while the roof of her mouth grated over the bulb that stuck out at the head of the shaft. With her thumb she pulled the wrapping skin down toward the root, and she scratched the bag again. She pulled her face back and then rolled her lips over the head. She smiled and I felt the enamel of her teeth press upon the slit, which was already leaking goo.
"She forced it down so that it came out of my stomach at a hundred-and-eighty-degree angle. Her fingers pressed into the side of the soft machine and the come fought up to the tip of the instrument. She started yanking fast and hard at the skin. Just as I thought it was over, and I was going to splash semen all over her face, I pulled in and tried to keep myself from coming. It was a tremendous effort, and pretty painful too, but I wanted to come inside of her, instead of just shooting off in her mouth, like I'd always done with guys.
"My stomach was in. knots, and I was gasping for breath. I grabbed Nancy under her arms and pulled her up. My penis bobbed up and down as it streaked her body. My thumbs forced into the sides of her breasts, making them seem fuller as she stood before me. I bent my legs and nudged my cock against her pussy. She thrust her stomach into mine, and I felt myself parting the labia. Inside, I lingered with just my head penetrated; then I shoved deeper, until her cunt-flesh covered me. Little by little, with each new stroke, the pain dissolved or diffused in my belly, and I started to get excited again. It was like a ticklish feeling in my scrotum and the base of the prick.
"I could tell Nancy wasn't near to climax, but she must have known I was, because she said, 'That's all right, baby,' and started to slide real quickly back and forth on me, and I knew it was all right if I shot then. So I did, and it was an incredible relief. All the time I was climaxing, I kept thinking to myself, 'This is a girl I'm fucking, I'm inside a cunt, not an asshole,' and it was a great feeling. "
"This afternoon," volunteered Susan, "was the first time I made it with a guy in six months." Her hands were folded in Nancy's now.
"That's funny," laughed a fortyish blonde named Evelyn. "At the afternoon session, I made love to a woman for the first time in my life." Evelyn had been in the session led by Dr. Chiver, Susie noted. "Dr. Chiver told us to experiment with new forms of sex. He said the whole idea was to get turned on by as many different things as possible." she looked up at the physician as if for confirmation. She received approval in a smile, a nod, and a tapping of the habitual pipe.
"I was sitting next to Resi." She extended her arm to her left. Seated two places from her was a short blonde whose hair, almost ash-colored, was cropped in a stylish pageboy. Resi, across from whom Susie had been seated. at dinner, spoke with a marked German accent. She was a student from West Berlin who studied in a New Hampshire girls' college. Though she had no connection with the Clinic, she was a frequent weekender at the Sensitivity Retreat. She had come, she told Susie, originally to solve a difficulty with orgasm frequency, but, since her problem had been solved, she had come to be an occasional "colleague" of John Duster's; she was particularly fond of troilistic encounters.
"Resi was smiling at me. Her legs were folded under her Indian-style. I admired the way her large breasts stayed firm even when she was naked. I felt an irresistible urge to touch them. I was a few feet from her. I crept over on my knees. She was smiling at me, and she flashed her teeth at me and giggled as I shyly covered her brown nipple with my perspiring palm. I squeezed down on the breast, and she uncrossed her legs. She took my hand and led it to her hairy patch, then aimed her own fingers at the outer flesh of my own beaver. She was expert, while I clumsily inserted a single finger inside the vagina and began to pump hard at the lining, which seemed to pucker around the bone. While I fingered her, she stretched the labial folds outside my cunt. She bore down on the clit until I thought it would burst. I pulled my finger out from her. It was covered with the sweat from her quim. I bent the finger at the knuckle and rubbed off the moisture onto the hairless skin of her pale belly.
"I opened my mouth and took her breast inside. I felt the tit stiffen as it rubbed my tongue. I stuck my whole hand between her legs, and her thighs clasped it. She rubbed the muscles together, bringing her own fingertips to the external tissue while she made me wince with pleasure at the light pressure and the tantalizingly slow rhythm of her fingertips sliding over my clitoris.
"She told me I was beautiful; she whispered the words into my ear, then followed them with proof; her tongue slid over the surface, and she bit down on the lobe.
"Resi leaned back, and she seemed to be snap ping her head back against the nape of her neck. Her mouth was open, and her tongue lingered just outside the curve of the swelling pink lip. She curled it back and I smiled at the glint of perfect teeth. She kept bending and straightening her forefinger, rolling the nail over the skin of my neck while she rested her wrist on my shoulder. 'You kiss well,' she said, and I couldn't help the blush that accompanied my conscious satisfaction.
"She pushed me to the floor and applied her mouth to the hot, slimy mess of hair and tissue. The lips were parted, and the teeth dug into the filmy moisture and the cunt-flaps before she started to move them and twist them, over the clitoris. The pressure of them against me was delicious, but it just made me bum inside my belly, waiting for the friction of those full wet lips and an active tongue. I thrust myself up to her and the hairy beaver slid against her. Her warm breath made me tingle, cast a drying breeze on the clit, and then, as I settled my body down on the floor, she started to suck me in earnest.
"Her tongue protruded as far from her mouth as she could extend it. It slipped inside the box, and she wiggled it as she tasted. I pushed my fingertip down on my tiny erection, aching because of the attention it lacked, and I brushed her upper lip with the side of the finger before she took my hand by the wrist and pushed it to my side, firmly but gently.
"'I want you,' I whispered, while my fingers weaved on the loom of her flaxen hair. I scratched her scalp at the part, imploring her to suck me even harder with that tongue, with those rich lips twisting sinuously.
"She leaned to one side, tossing her head back, and looked at me as I rubbed the back of my skull against the floor, trying to rid myself of the tension that filled my groin. My eyes were closed, but the end of the oral rhythm made me open them again and look down at her. Something strange passed between us, some message from her eyes to mine and then back again. It all happened so fast, so smoothly, that I can't say for sure, but it was as if I knew what she would do before she did it.
"She curled her body away from me, as though she were turning from my glance in shame, and I saw the two buttocks open slightly and reveal the hairless path to her anus. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue on me, but I knew that at the same moment my lids closed, she was bringing her leg over me, straddling me while her face and mouth were drilled to my pussy. I felt the curls at the underside of my breast, and I reached down to touch them, work through them as I unbent my fingers at the joints and reached through the silky hair for her flesh-glossy and hot, waiting for the pressure and the friction. The two fingers parted like the sides of a wishbone, and while the tips pressed to the moist labia, the hole opened.
"Resi pushed her hips up in the air, took her beaver out of touching range for a moment, before she let herself down, legs straddled over my chin, smearing inside the cleft with the wetness of her organ.
"I couldn't help my hands from moving over her thighs, nor my fingers from pressing into the hollows. Impatient, Resi smashed down on my half. open mouth with her twat, and I rolled my tongue over a clot of hair until I came down on the slit, and Resi's groan told me how much she wanted me to continue. Now I felt the full weight of her body over me, and I was more excited than at first, because the pressure enveloped me-it was like being in the embrace of a man. All of a sudden, instead of it just being a local pressure, like some kind of sophisticated masturbation, another body was all I over me. I held on to her thighs with my nails. She was rolling the soggy cunt-flesh over my mouth, and I was smelling her as I was jamming my own pud against her teeth.
"My own coming seemed as though it were a shock to her because she had to fold her arms around my rump and imprison me while I let go with my pelvis and my groin, wiping myself over her lips and tongue. I stuck my thumb into her and licked her clitoris, kept the thumb hooked inside the cunt while I pulsed out my own orgasm and then, just as I drew the strokes out slower and slower, savoring the last undulations that filled my frame, she began to come."