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CHAPTER ONE"I just can't make myself do it, Liza. Every time I get to that part ... of ... of his body I stop. Just the thought of ... of touching it with my mouth makes me gag. I mean it's not just in my mind, I get physically sick." The blonde haired woman paused, drew in a deep breath, and picked up the paper cup sitting on the end table. She threw back her head in a jerk and drained the glass, then held the cup lovingly in her hands and molded the pliable paper into a perfect square. "I know other women do it to their husbands," she said without raising her head, her voice muffled and monotone. "But I can't! I just can't!"The matronly looking woman on the other side of the room pushed up her plastic-rimmed glasses to sit on the bridge of her nose and in a calm voice said, "How does your husband feel about this, Jackie?" She crossed her legs, her nylons making a soft, sleek swishing sound."Well, if it pleased him, I wouldn't be coming to a sex therapist, now would I?" blurted Jackie Carmichael with a sarcastic snicker. Staring straight ahead at the wall, trying to make sense of a senseless abstract painting that looked more like a housepainter's drip cloth than a work of art, she slumped down in the deep plush of the black leather sofa and traced arabesques on the puckered leather of the arm.For a separate moment silence fell on the doctor's office. With a barely visible turn of the head, Liza Tyrell, M.D., Phd.D., S.T., took a fugitive glance at the digital clock that sat on the book shelf well concealed from her patients, and smiled. Jackie Carmichael was her last patient of the day, and today, she mused confidently, Jackie just might make her break through. Soundlessly, she took off her glasses and set them on the book shelf and studied appreciatively the slightly spread knees of her reticent patient.But Jackie didn't notice. She was depressed and angry with herself for failing once again with the thing she had promised she would do this time. It was a promise that she had made to herself over two months earlier, on her first wedding anniversary-that she would suck her husband's magnificently formed cock, engulf it with her mouth, fill her throat with it, tease at it with her swirling tongue and draw every drop of his hot, spurting semen from him and hold it in her mouth, savoring the beautiful male elixir until it cooled, and then she would swallow it deep into her belly and take wild delight in doing this. She wanted to do it, for him and for herself, and bitterly cursed the thing inside her which had held her back from doing something to him she knew he wanted so much. And she would let him burrow his seeking mouth between her thighs as he had tried so many times to do, open the passion-swollen lips of her eager young pussy to his tongue and feel her clitoris rise voluntarily to the butter-fly wing attack of that tongue, rise with him as he sucked it between his lips and gently rake it with his teeth while he jammed his face and mouth hard down against the heavings of her pubic mound. But she couldn't....At the suggestion of a close friend, she searched for help, and found it in Liza Tyrell, a tall, full-busted woman with a comforting manner and mellifluous voice. Jackie had vowed to work with the doctor, no matter how painful or agonizing it might be to search into her subconscious to find out what had caused this distinct revulsion in her for oral sex. For six weeks, every Tuesday from four o'clock until four forty-five she suffered herself to divulge her secret fears to the taciturn woman seated next to her.Liza broke the silence: "Have you ever seen oral sex take place between a man and woman? It can be a most beautiful experience, For some reason Americans seem to think oral lovemaking is dirty, second to vaginal sex, but this is not true. Women, as opposed to men, are capable of two kinds of orgasm, thank God. We can climax through clitoral stimulation as well as vaginal ... and it maybe the....""But I've seen it and it's disgusting!" interrupted Jackie, sitting up straight and pounding her clenched soundlessly into the soft leather. "It's sickening!""Where have you seen it, Jackie?" asked the therapist, watching the blonde patient's full breasts heave with pent-up emotion, her nipples spiking out from the thin voil of her blouse. She noticed Jackie wore no bra.The patient relaxed her posture and slumped back down in the sofa, her skirt riding up to mid-thigh. Jackie bit her lower pouty lip and curved in her right ankle, her knees now widely spread to reveal the soft inner flesh of her upper thighs. "I ... I can't tell you," she half whispered, blinking her eyes against welling tears and fighting the lump in her throat."Come now, my dear," urged Liza kindly. "We've been together every Tuesday for six weeks now. You know by now that you can trust me...." She reached over and rested her warm palm on Jackie's naked knee.Jackie sighed, nodding her head, and started to speak. At first she groped clumsily for words, but as she progressed, the words came more easily to the blonde beauty, and she was able to draw an accurate picture from the past of what had formed her thinking."... When I was a child my father was killed in the war," she began. "It was very hard on Mom since she had three kids to support, and that wasn't easy when you don't have a pay check coming in every month." Jackie sucked in her breath and continued. "It got to the point sometimes where there was nothing to eat but dry bread and so ... so she went out to get a job."Liza nodded approvingly with each struggled word. Her patient might be able to face it this time Time, patience, that's all it took ... along with loving care. Very loving. It had worked in the past with other patients, why not this one!"... But the kind of job she got wasn't the kind you brag to your friends about," sniffed Jackie with a half-snicker, before staring down at her well trimmed nails again. "That's when she brought home her first man.""Go on....""My brother and I had to sleep in the same room with Mom ... my sister was a baby at the time. When ... when she brought home her men we had to stay in the kitchen and she wouldn't let us in the bedroom." Silence fell, broken only by the slow sobbing of the distraught blonde. Liza tactfully reached behind her and picked up the kleenex box to set it beside Jackie."That's okay, honey. I'm here, I won't hurt you...." she whispered, handing the girl a kleenex to establish a positive physical response from the terrified girl."... She was fixing her mouth when I first looked into the bedroom," Jackie said," inspecting it very carefully, and running the tip of her tongue over her lips. The man sitting on the bed ... our bed...." she gasped, sobbing, "was opening his pants. She smiled and I guess she made some joke about how hard he was already, because they both laughed and she put her hand on his cock and started doing this." Jackie made a stroking gesture with her thumb and index finger forming a circle, stroking the middle finger of her other hand. "It looked so big she could barely get her fingers around it, and I couldn't understand how she could take it all inside her. Than she looked at it closely and squeezed the head, that huge, purple head that I knew was full of his blood. He nodded and gave her some money. Then he took all his clothes off and she took a basin of water and washed him all over and he lay down on our bed with his hands behind his head and she knelt beside him."I watched her begin to lick his hairy body. She kissed his eyes and ears and over his face, but not his mouth, and then his chest and down his belly. All the time she had his penis in her hand, pumping it slowly and playing with it. Then she licked his ... his testicles and started to run her lips along the length of it, and I could see it getting shiny and wet. She kept kissing it as if she liked it ... I mean she really looked as if she liked it! ... and then her tongue was running in circles around the tip of it. She was doing it like it was an ice cream cone. Then he reached for her hair and pulled her head down and she opened her mouth wide and sucked his huge thing into it. She must have been sucking very hard, because I could see the outline of it bulging through her cheeks. She got it all in her mouth and then began working her head up and down and twisting it around, and at the same time he had his hands between her legs and was running his fingers around it, in and out. Her head kept going up and down and her hair fell across his belly. Every time her head came up his penis, her lips pulled out, and then with just the head in her mouth, she'd suck down on it again, all the way, until her face was buried in the hair. He was jerking up at her with every stroke, and I could see what he must be feeling from the expression on his face. Then he put both hands on her head and thrust his thing in and out of her lips as fast as he could, and could see her throat muscles moving and I knew he was cumming in her mouth and she was trying not to have to swallow it. Her cheeks puffed way out and then he let go of her head, and she rose up slowly, her lips tight together as they came away from his thing, but there was string of whitish stuff that she picked off with her finger and wiped on her mouth. Then she leaned over and let it all run from her mouth into the wash basin. I thought she'd never stop spitting it out, and I wondered if it was going to make her sick, but it didn't seem to bother her, and she was smiling at him.""My!" exclaimed the sex therapist sitting up straight in her chair. "You certainly have retained it all. You're progressing wonderfully, Jackie. I have a feeling it won't be long now." She paused long enough to cast a reassuring smile at her patient, then said. "And then what happened?""I ... I ran for the toilet and threw up.""Oh...."Jackie continued on her own. "She washed off his penis and dried it and helped him get dressed and then he was gone and she was washing her mouth out and combing her hair again. I don't think they'd been together longer than ten minutes."Liza leaned forward in her chair. "Is that the only man your mother was with? Is that the only time you saw your mother do these things?""Oh, no! As soon as he left another man came. But that man kissed her and licked her all over. He even put a finger up ... up her ... rectum, and shoved it around. I could see red spots where he'd been sucking her skin, but she seemed to like it because she was squealing and twisting around. Then he pulled her legs apart and knelt down between them and licked her there like ... like a dog!" Jackie wrinkled up her nose in disgust. "He pulled it wide open with his fingers and ran his tongue around it and up inside her and licked her ... her clitoris and sucked on it, and she was pushing herself up to him and running her fingers through his hair and squeezing his face between his legs. Finally she put her head back and I could hear her scream and I guess she may have cum becasue of the way she was pushing his tongue up into her vagina."And then he'd had enough of that. He got off the bed and stood up and she knelt in front of him and pulled on his cock a couple of times with her hand and then took it in her mouth. She Worked on him so hard that her hair was flying wildly around her head, and she was squeezing his testicles every time she drew back and sometimes his cock would come all the way out of her lips and the tip of her tongue would slither around it like a snake before she got it inside again. Then he was holding her head and just fucking her mouth like it was down between her legs, that's all I can call it. And her cheeks were all puffed out again. He was really full of it, because it ran in trickles from her lips when she opened her mouth over the basin and just gobs of it came out. I think he was mad that she didn't swallow it, but she kept shaking her head, and he left after she had washed off his penis.""You certainly have a graphic memory, Jackie. It's good that you can talk about it now without getting so upset. Do you remember when you first came in to see me, how shy and diffident you were?" The therapist smiled reassuringly. "You've made great progress." Liza sat up straight, crossed her legs and asked, "How long did you watch this happening?""I watched for hours," Jackie admitted, blushing deeply again. "I couldn't help but be fascinated, partly because it was my mother with a strange man and partly because it was the first time I'd ever seen a man's thing. Besides, I just wanted to see how many different things they would do with her.""And how many things did they do to her?" asked Liza, her interest piqued."Oh, one man had her squeeze her breasts together and he did it to her up there until they were ready to cum, and then they put his penis in her mouth and came there. All except one, and he just had her kneel in front of him while he pumped his prick until he was ready to cum, and then she opened her mouth and held it waiting by the head of his thing until he started cumming in big, steaming spurts and I could see it squirting between her parted lips and all the way down her throat. I stayed there as long as I could.""What drew you away?" Liza studied the woman's generous mouth, her sensuous full lips. "One of the men saw me and hit me.""Then what did you do?""I went to the bathroom and sat there for awhile and thought about how it must feel for mother to make a living that way, having those men put their penises in her mouth and squirt there, and not caring about doing it to her between her legs like normal men do. Whatever she cared, she didn't show at all. She pretended to like it, but I guess she had to in order to support us. I sat there on top of the toilet seat and tried to imagine what it was like, but I couldn't.""Did you go to sleep right after the men left or did you do something with yourself?" Liza asked with a knowing smile."I ... I had had my first period by then ... I was early ... ten years old. So ... so I used my fingers on myself pretending it was that man's big thing," she admitted shyly."And when you were cumming I bet you tried to think of a man's cock deep in your mouth, filling it with hot love juice, and the man holding your head tight while he fucked in and out of your lips, and that you thought you could taste it, even though you didn't know what it tasted like.""Yes-I did, but I couldn't help it." Jackie murmured with a childish pout."And you wondered what it would feel like to have a man's tongue licking around up inside your cunt, too.""Yes-that." She had shut her eyes at the turbulent memory. "But I knew from then on that using a mouth is only for whores.""Oh, but you're wrong, darling, so wrong." Liza protested. "It can be one of the most beautiful experiences a woman can have. Unfortunately, many women think the way you do and as a result they have an unhappy marriage but they don't understand why. They don't know who to blame. The worst part is women with your fear keep trying with the same man and each time it doesn't work, it causes just that much greater of a chasm between them...."Jackie wasn't certain she understood, but she nodded comprehendingly anyway, admiring the beautiful woman's insight. Obviously this woman had been around in her time, thought Jackie. Seeing this admiration, Liza leaned forward and rested her warm hand on Jackie's naked thigh."You see, each time you try and fail with your husband it's going to imprint that failure in his mind so that soon he won't even think you capable of it. What you need, my sweet, is practice, pure and simple. Practice maked perfect, after all...."Jackie's eyes saucered as she watched the auburn haired woman rise up from her chair and sit down beside her patient, then she reached up behind her head and unclasped the barrett holding her thick red hair back, letting it fall luxuriously over her shoulders."If ... if I didn't have any hope, I would have given up long ago...." stammered Jackie, feeling the woman's hot breath bathing her neck. "I ... I do ... want to please ... my husband." She swallowed hard and turned to stare in to her therapists's lust dimmed eyes. "I don't want him to have an affair ... with a whore because I can't ... please him...." She stopped abruptly, feeling Liza's warm palm stroking her thigh, running her milky hands over the trembling flesh near her patient's pulsating flesh. No other woman had been that close to her physically, except her mother."You must learn, and I will help you," Liza smiled and wet her full, sensuous mouth. "That is the purpose of therapy, my sweet. To learn to give and accept, giving all and accepting all.""But ... but this isn't what I thought...." Jackie stopped, feeling the therapist insinuate a worming finger into the elastic leg of her panties. She stiffened and jerked away, cowering in the corner of the couch."Let me help...."In a galvanic response, Liza sat up straight, her eyes darting towards the doorway where a white capped nurse stood with a knowing grin on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude, Miss Tyrell, but I just got a phone call from Susan Ashely ... says she's going to have a nervous break down if she doesn't see you soon. Something about her husband raping her last night ... she asked that she be able to see you immediately. She'll be taking a taxi." The nurse checked her watch. "She should be here any second." Then she shot a mischievious smile at Jackie and closed the door.Liza stood up, straightening her dress. "I'm sorry about the intrusion, Jackie. Just when we were about to make a breakthrough," she panted in a shakey voice. "I think you should come back on Thursday instead of waiting till next Tuesday. We don't want time to compromise the progress we've made, now do we?" She offered a hand to Jackie who sat muzzed on the couch, a puzzled look crossing her perfect features."Yes, Liza. You ... you have made me feel much better about myself. I don't even feel like having a cigarette. In fact," she grinned confidently, "I feel like going home and making love to Mike.""Good ... I'll see you on Thursday, then."CHAPTER TWOMike Carmichael sat nursing a gin and tonic, his eyes riveted to the six o'clock evening news. He threw down the newspaper and pushed back on the fake leather recliner and, resting his feet on the attached ottoman, reached up to untie his bartender's ascot and loosened the first three buttons of his white pleat-fronted shirt. God, it felt good to get off his feet and relax after ten hours of running around the Countryman's Club trying to sweet talk the horny rich bastards into pulling out the bucks instead of pawing all over the pussy cat costumed cocktail waitresses.