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The Body Worker by PlanetDweller

Pt. 18

My Second Day On The Job

(Sex therapy, MM, MF, MFFgg, young sister/sister, pedo)

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Morning's dawn crept the light spectrum thermostat up slowly in our

bedroom, grey turning to purple then orange then yellow. Connie had

snuggled into my back, her hand lazily resting against my cock, as I in

turn snuggled Margot close to me from the other side, her arm under my

head, making my neck crick a little. If I lived to be a hundred, this is

one feeling I'd never get tired of, waking up between two beautiful women,

happy. I really didn't want to wake them, I just wanted to lie there and

soak in the perfect moment of being the cock-meat between two slices of

cunt sandwich, but my head was killing me from Margot accidentally cutting

off the blood flow to my brain with her arm pressed against my carotid

artery, and I really, really did need to go piss. Sliding down between

them as to not move them much and accidentally wake them up, Connie's light

red playmarks on her asscheeks and a couple of stray thin pinkish whipmarks

on her back offered innocent testimony to our mutual playtime in BDSM Room

#1 last night.

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Margot shooed me out of the shower, gently fussing at me that while I

had a short morning ahead, she didn't, she was fully booked again, and she

needed to dash in and out. She was right, of course. She was booked solid

hour appointments from eight until noon, I having just two hour-long

individual ones, from nine to ten and from ten until eleven. Dr. Nick had

booked us both into a four-hour block from one until five for the

afternoon, a solid four hours which his notes said could be as short as two

or as long as four, our call to be made on the fly. Connie had told us

that this was most unusual.





Connie came in to take her piss as I towel-dried my hair. Almost two

weeks, and still no need to shave, the result of the industrial-strength

30-day-depilatory spray that had been used on Margot and I both during

class, though Margot had commented that the hair on my back seemed to be

growing back. Damn MascuStats. That's all I could figure, that the

MascuStat male bee-cee pills that I had to take nightly as part of my

employment contract must be screwing up my male hormones, making my body

hair grow out thicker and faster. While my emotional libido hadn't

increased yet, my physical capacity for erections and multiple orgasms

surely had, to the point where either or both were so automatic that I

really no longer thought about them. Connie reached to friendly play with

my cock as she sat on the commode next to the vanity as Margot came out of

the shower, kissing both of us as she scampered off to get dressed.





Connie made sure Margot and her first patient for the day got settled in

downstairs in her treatment room before coming back up and joining me for

bagels and cream cheese at our breakfast nook area. Say what you want

about the New York Metro area, once you try bagels from a "real" deli

there, you'll be hooked on them, if you are a born-and-breed Southern

non-Jewboy. We just munched silently as we smiled at each other and held

hands across the table as we enjoyed our bath in the morning's new light,

sitting naked in the warmth of the new day.





"Are you sure you remember...you know enough about the moderation

techniques for premature ejaculation?" Connie asked, I nodding "yes", she

insisting on felating me to a new hard before reiterating what I had

learned in class by doing a show-and-tell on me. Not wanting to waste a

perfectly good hard and having a few minutes before my first patient of the

day, we sat on the couch as she slid into my lap, riding me condom-less,

"bareback", until she and I both came, my fingers playing with those

beautiful nipple rings attached to those beautiful nipples and tits in

front of my face.





My first patient for the day was another guy, this time a "real" guy, a

forty-seven year old man, married, president of a local auto dealership,

who had been having trouble with premature ejaculation for the past several

months, and having run through Connie and the two other bodyworkers without

any success at Wake family Therapy who had left before Margot and I were

hired, had insisted, no, really, he was quoted in his records as saying

this, as insisting on wanting to deal with a male therapist or he wasn't

going to pursue things further, his logic being that being with a female

bodyworker therapist simply exacerbated the problem, and that since he was

so far over on the homo-hetero rangescale, covering from seven to nine,

about the same as mine, he didn't think he'd get as prematurely excited

with a guy-therapist and therefor maybe actually re-learn not to come so

quick. I couldn't help but think about that apparent fib that Messers

Doctors Carol & Kim had told me while recruiting me that less than one

percent of my patient caseload would be male, and then I'd see them only in

tandem M/F team therapist settings. Yeah, fucking right. Ben was my

second male patient in as many days. At least Doc had by force of his will

knocked out any homophobia during my PBI training that might have

residually been hiding in my psyche.





Ben seemed bored but okay with the bonding ritual. He stunk like old
cigars snuffed out in a sewer, admitting that he pretty much kept a lit one

in his mouth all day long at work, and "please, no oral-fixation or

mother's-nipple jokes, please". Grey, thick hair covered more of his erect

shaft than the rest of his pubic area. No way was I going to put that

thing in my mouth and be picking his pubic hairs from between my teeth for

the rest of the day. Not finding any of Doc's special generic-labeled

industrial-strength hair removal spray in the metal nightstand, I excused

myself for a moment and found an entire unopened case of it in the

storage/kitchen room, lathering my too-genitally-hairy patient's prick and

balls down with it back in the treatment room, making him also soap his

body in the shower down to remove the worst of his cigar stink while he

scrubbed his now-loose hair away in the small footprint shower.





He seemed rather nonplused by my therapy efforts with him as he lay on

the bed and I leaned over him to suck-and-crush his genitals in the

time-honored Masters & Johnson method of punishing the patient until they

learn to control their orgasms. For him and me both, it was professional,

nothing more. If he had simply wanted a blow job, any number of hookers

both male and female would have done it for seventy-five percent less than

the $200 Dr. Nick was charging him for my time. While I had some early

success with Ben, he lasting for over twenty minutes, in the end, he

prematurely ejaculated anyway, uncontrollably, trying to shove my head and

mouth down on his cock as he came, telling me, not asking me, to swallow, I

replying that I would only if he'd kiss me in return, he laughing at that.

In the end, he told me that while not a complete success, he had lasted

longer with me than any previous female therapist, and that he'd be back,

for sure. Great. Another male patient. But billable hours are billable

hours.





My next patient was a very young-looking twenty-seven year old lady

suffering from severe non-specific vaginismus. Single, pretty, with a

great job as secretary to one of Ben's competitors perhaps somewhat

coincidentally, she used to date often and well and had a very active

strictly hetero sexlife until a few months ago, when severe reflexive

vaginismus struck her from nowhere, leaving her unable to have intercourse.

Although carrying around a bit of a 'tude, she was pleasant as we talked

before she scooted back to gown up and our session began.





As I slid her gown open and down to massage her breasts per procedure,

she absolutely shuddered at my touch of them. I backed off for a second,

being startled just a bit, but pushed on. While massaging her clit and

labia, her reflexive non-specific vaginismus was very clear to me. Every

second that I touched her genitals produced a "collapsing tunnel" effect at

her vaginal entrance, much as if her vagina was "winking" at me. Size "S"

speculum wouldn't fit, so I went back to the storage room and got three or

four of the toddler-sized ones like I had used on my ten-year-old patient

Sherrie yesterday. Even with this pencil-width-bladed speculum and lots of

lube, it was a chore working it inside my patient Karen's vagina.





On the therapy bed, Karen tried her best to relax, but she really

couldn't. As my hands roamed and played with her as they wished as we lay

naked together, she vocalized concerns about never being able to have

"regular" sex again. Then I began my "Chinese puzzle" exploration of her,

massaging this part and that part of her body, literally from her head to

her toes, doing so briefly before trying to finger-fuck her to see if

"outside" stimulation and pleasant massage pressure would have her yield

her cunt open to my touch. I tried every combination of single-source and

multiple-source massage points I knew, but nothing. But damn, I was

getting horny. Karen WAS pretty, was a knock-out, five-seven, smelling

nice, perfect little 32C breasts. I wanted some. And, remembering

Connie's face-slapping lesson last night, I decided to "get some".





Propping the pillows against the headboard, I nudged Karen between my

legs and told her to suck me until I came, when she was to swallow my load

whole. She shot me a look like "yeah, right, buddy, like I've ever done

that for any of my boyfriends before!", I shaking my head from

side-to-side, she then resigning herself that it was part of the therapy.

My patient Karen was a superb cocksucker. Five minutes later, fifteen

minutes left of the fifty-minute-therapy-hour, and she sucked me until I

came, my semen spurt hitting the back of her throat as she indeed swallowed

every single last drop. My hand lovingly brushed her face as she and I

both finished. Inspirationally, I flipped around and successfully shoved

my index finger all the way up her cunt, before she could react to it and

clamp down on it in reflexive vaginismic reaction hard enough to where I

literally had to brace against her with my free hand to pull it out, my

finger feeling like it had been crushed in a vice. At least I had an

inkling for a possible therapeutic modality now, one along a more

dominance-submission track.





After Patient Karen left, I found Connie in her treatment room, in the

middle of finishing up with her one patient for the day, a nice older lady

in her sixty's or so, a long-term patient of hers who saw her for reasons

of sporadic orgasmia. Connie signaled to me to join them on the bed, and

asked me if I'd penetrate her client while she licked her clit, of course I

agreeing despite having just shot my mainload into my previous patient.

Maybe the MascuStats had other desirable effects than back-up birthcontrol.

Her patient's sixty-plus-year-old cunt was large and airy, but I fucked it

best I could, trying to feel her loose cunt through my rubber to maintain

my erection. Finishing up, Connie told me she'd see me shortly in my

office.





It was just eleven-thirty, and Margot was still with her patient, her

fourth patient of the morning. I knew that because Margot was female and

polykinetic bodyworking therapy had been originally and still was

female-dominated since the majority still though that was changing

clientele demographic was male that she would be getting bonuses close to

or exceeding her $52K/yr base salary while my billable hours would seldom

if never hit a solid forty-plus a week like Margot's almost always would or

even close, I still had a great job I was learning to love more and more

each day at a great salary with a great boss and a great future, so I tried

to find my happy center as Connie came into my office and saw me staring

off into space.





"Thanks for helping out..." she began "...I appreciate it...always keep

in mind..." "I know...as long as it's not contraindicated, we can

free-lance as much as we'd like, no problem..." "Very good, Eric...my

protege'."





Connie took us to the Circus hamburger joint just down past the

Maynard/Chatham stoplight for lunch, after smalltalk revealed that neither

Margot or I had ever tried their milkshakes, which were the best in central

North Carolina. The burgers and fries were okay if a tiny bit greasy, but

the milkshakes were as delish' as advertised. As we headed back into our

office-home, Connie asked us if we had any questions or concerns about our

next patients, our last appointment for the day, which was the remainder of

the day, we replying in the negative.





Our next patients were another one of those sad cases that

simultaneously encourage you to question the existence of God and give you

hope that there is one. Mary Sue was seven, her sister Molly was nine. Up

until a year or so past, they had been in a loving, stable, two-parent

home. Then one day, demons of perversion took over the parents, to me there

was no other explanation. At the initial encouragement of the father and

then the quick collaboration of their mother, they put their sweet, lovely,

innocent daughters into a cycle of bestial abuse, making them have sex with

their two family pets, a male German Shepherd and a male Rottweiller.

Dr.'s Kim and Carol and a whole bunch of other psychiatrists and mental

health care professionals never could pinpoint exactly why or how this

dramatic to say the least transformation in the dynamic of the family took

place. Six months into this cycle of sickening abuse, their parents
started making videotapes of them having sex with their family pets, and

then started selling them through the underground. In less than three

months, they had sold low-to-mid six figures worth of these tapes of beyond

perversion, but that had lead, fortunately for Mary Sue and Molly, to their

parent's downfall. The short conclusion is that a law enforcement official

stumbled across a tape of them while doing some other undercover work, and

within three weeks, had busted their parents, who were now in jail awaiting

trial on charges too sickening even to think that human beings were capable

of. The girls had been, of course, immediately taken away and put into

foster care.





I didn't get good vibes from their foster mom as she brought them into

the foyer. In fact, the vibes she gave off were downright weird ones. I

politely asked/told her if she didn't want to go shopping or such at Cary

Towne until five, when their therapy would be through. She replied tersely

that she didn't have enough money to go shopping. Connie, glancing at me

hard but picking up on my lead, asked if she couldn't, didn't need to go to

lunch. I think we all were sensing the weird vibes she was giving off.

Again, she replied she was too broke. Finally, I took two twenties out of

my wallet, and just ordered her to make herself scarce until five, when she

could come back for them.





Mary Sue and Molly were almost twins-like in appearance, though Molly

was several inches taller and a little heavier than her younger sister.

Both had nearly waist-length medium blond hair, both were long-legged and

flat-chested though Molly did seem to have tiny buds under her braless

teeshirt, and both had the innocent smiles of angels on earth. Angels who

had been so violated by forced corruption. Now it was up to us, Margot and

myself, to begin the healing process.





We lead them to the reception area of Margot's treatment room, bringing

Cokes and some chocolate-chip cookies to them. While acknowledging us by

glancing at us from time to time and responding to our smalltalk, their

minds seemed very, very far away from the moment. Asking if they'd like to

do anything before therapy started, they not knowing what kind of therapy

was next, Mary Sue asked if we had any dolls she could play with, that she

had lost her dolls when the County took them away from their parents and

put them in foster care. The only dolls I knew about were the "Jack &

Jill" anatomically correct dolls that were in every treatment room as

therapy aids. Connie said she'd be right back. I followed her up to the

second floor, and opening a large, locked closet, had me pull out several

large, heavy boxes of assorted toys from it. At least Dr. Nick had used

Connie's time on the payroll well before bringing us on board, having

Connie learn not just his operations and system but every nook and cranny

in our new home and office. Finding two new identical "Career Woman"

Barbie dolls, we went back downstairs, Connie giving the dolls to them with

a "girls, they're yours to keep", Molly and Mary Sue giving us all hugs in

thanks. Things, the moment, definitely relaxed.





Margot asked the girls if they didn't want to go for a swim. Molly

replied it was too cold outside, and that they didn't have any bathing

suits with them. We had discussed options and possibilities for treatment

last night, but this wasn't one of them. Margot was free-lancing, and that

was fine. I went with it. Margot replied "well, we've got a large hottub

that's big enough for eight people to splash around in, and we don't need

bathing suits, we're all friends here".





The large, eight-person soaking tub on the backdeck, one of two hottubs

and also a four-person Jacuzzi, felt good to my bones as I slid into the

water, a naked Margot and girls right behind me. Almost eight feet or more

across, it was plenty big for them to splash and play in. Margot slid

close to me, and I began openly feeling her up in front of the girls. They

both stopped their play long enough to look at us, then laugh at us, then

resume their innocent play. Back inside, I toweled off Molly and Margot

toweled off Mary Sue, having each towel us dry in return. Molly rubbed my

slightly rising cock a little more than she should have. In the name of

beginning their return to normalacy and mental health, a lot, a whole lot

of bridges would have to be crossed with them, starting today.





Not bothering to get dressed, we took them back to Margot's treatment

room, and began our mutual and shared bonding rituals with them, I with

Molly first and Margot with Mary Sue as they sat next to each other on the

exam table, then per "The Manual", switched. As Margot had Molly lie down

and proceeded with Stage II of the bonding ritual, I pulled Mary Sue close

next to me as we stood at the foot of the table, both of us joining

Margot's genital massage of Molly, Molly laughing a little bit as her

sister touched her, telling us it was ticklish.





On the bed, it was, it had to be, Katy-bar-the-door, for any benefit to

come from our "shock (of their new psychic paradigm) therapy". Placing

them beside each other, I snuggled next to Molly as Margot did with Mary

Sue. They started to tense up. I didn't blame them. "Just relax now,

girls, Molly, Mary Sue, we're here to help you...just relax...everything's

going to be alright...we'll have a lot of fun together, promise...you'll

see..." Margot soothingly cooed to them both as she rubbed Mary Sue's

cuntlips and began a slow frig of her, as I did the same to Molly.





No time for a therapeutic build-up. No time for major preliminaries.

No time for sargeants. No time for anything but the healing machine turned

up on high. As I held Molly in my arms and forced my kisses on her as my

middle finger frigged her pussy, it was hard to stay focused, 'was hard to

remember that this innocent young girl had her humanity so forcefully

stripped away by her sick and perverted parents forced animal activities

that she now was in such a precarious place that we didn't have time to do

anything but blow her the fuck back the other way, back towards her own

species, her own kind, her own special place in God's universe.





"Molly, Dear, open your legs for me more..." I ordered, as Connie stuck

her head in the door, I noticing her but Margot facing away while

concentrating on Mary Sue not, nodding my head for Connie to join us.

Considering she had been through situations like this and worse a lot more

than we had over the past five years, it was actually a relief to have her

join us. During and after school, I didn't see the need for Connie to

so-call "mentor" us, but now, in real life, boy, was I glad she was there,

and I know Margot was, too.





Connie scooted between our two charges', a hand going to each little

girl cunt as she kneeled before them. Getting Mary Sue to scoot down a

bit, Margot straddled her face, ordering the seven-year-old to lick her

pussy. "Molly, suck my cock, please..." I spoke as I kneeled upright and

shoved my cock to her waiting mouth.





Mary Sue held Margot's buttcheeks as best she could as Margot ground her

cunt into her waiting mouth and tongue and face, as Connie now picked up

her frig pace of both of them. Nodding at me as she stopped, Connie pulled

back and I moved around to lay atop my pre-pubescent patient, Connie

slipping a teeth-opened condom over my hard with it inside her mouth as I

did. That's a helluva way to take a nine-year-old's virginity, isn't it?

Just crawl on top and shove right in. It was small comfort to know that

her non-human virginity had already been taken many times before, by her

family "pets" under the threat and control of her sicko parents. Small

comfort indeed. At least her vagina had been previously stretched open by

her large dogs and was receptive for my man-cock size. "Mr. Eric?..."

"Yes, Molly..." "You can fuck me, go ahead...it's okay...I like it..."





Inches beside me, Connie was now lapping away at Mary Sue's cunt as

Margot continued her sex-trot-race atop the little girl's face-saddle,

obviously just freeing herself of any inhibitions she might have had

moments before and grinding her cunt so firmly onto Mary Sue's mouth and

face that it's a wonder she didn't break her nose.





Under me, I slipped my arm around Molly's shoulders as best I could,

pulling her tight to me, kissing her as I also started to just relax more

myself and go with the moment more and feel more comfortable letting our

blanket therapy Rx wash away any feelings of guilt or pride or remorse I

might have had my own moments before. Molly's right hand slid up, letting

go of my butt as I fucked her on top, and lightly brushed my face as she

smiled with a "Mr. Eric, you fuck really good!".





I giggled for a split second drawing the unwanted glances of all others

present, before Margot also broke out in laughter then Mary Sue and Connie

and even Molly did also, after she realized that what she said was a bit

funny. The first major wall to the girls' recovery had been broken

through. Their forlorn hope was not shot dead in its tracks as it breached

the penetrated walls, but made it through safely okay. Now there was hope

indeed for their treatment to make a difference and their recovery to

hopefully come about over time. Breaking from our respective sexual

focuses, we all just joined in a sweet, tender group hug on the bed for a

moment, all exchanging kisses and touches and smiles. Then, back to

healing.





I don't know why, but I decided I wanted to fuck Connie. As I pulled

her around and on top of me, she shot me a silent but curious glance, but

complied with my silent wishes never the less. Astriding on top but facing

the other way, she leaned back and propped up on her hands as she spread

her legs wide, Margot taking the cue and having the girls both scoot down

and to Connie's exposed and gaping cunt. Two sweetest little tongues were

felt by bits and parts of my cock in random orders as Mary Sue and her

sister Molly licked Connie's cunt and my cumpole. Jesus, sweet Jesus. She

continued her own ride of my cock, enjoying our patients' tonguing of her

cunt all the while, Margot scooting around to join my grope of Connie's

tits while sucking on her nipples.





Connie had her come, then rolled off of me, the girls pulling back.

Smiling, I motioned to Mary Sue to join me. Margot tossing me a condom, I

showed Mary Sue how to open it and had her roll it over me. That

precocious vagina of hers, which should have been so tight and so small

that you wouldn't have been able to push a liquid-nitrogen-frozen

broomstraw inside it, slid over my member as if she was thirty-seven

instead of seven. Jesus. My hands rubbed her flat chest, my fingers

pulling and lightly pinching at what less-than-quarter-sized nipples she

had. Beside me, Connie was lying flat as Margot ate her out, Molly atop

Connie's face getting her own cunt licked, her face actually looking happy

if a little distant as she easily half-rotated her hips over Connie's

mouth.





Mary Sue smiled at me as she continued to ride me on top. Being small

and just seven and not being able to reach my face, I took my forefinger

and middle finger of my right hand, kissed the pads of fingers, then softly

pressed it against Mary Sue's lips, she taking my fingers inside her mouth

and sucking on them like a cock. God, oh God. "C'mon, Dear, get off for a

second, and get on your knees, on all fours, we're going to do something

else" I half-ordered half-whispered to her, while the Molly and Connie and

Margot broke their sexembrace to change to another one.





Shoving a couple of pillows under Mary Sue's butt, my tongue bathed her

anal pucker, as Connie bent over to remove my used condom and keep me

sucked hard. "That feels really nice, Mr. Eric, I like this!" my

too-young patient exclaimed. Smelling a tad like shit, discretion being

the better part of not getting fecal matter on one's tongue, I decided

against anal probing her deeper with my mouth-member. Oh, I could have

enema'd her, but I wanted to fuck her asshole, not suck it.





As Connie rolled a fresh condom on me and smeared some KY first on me

and then worked some in Mary Sue's behind, Mary Sue began crying aloud to

the somewhat surprise of us three therapists but not her sister,

"yes...Yes!...YES!...fuck my bottom, Mr. Eric, I LOVE IT!"





If a seven-year-old can come like a grown woman, if ANY seven year old
girl can, Mary Sue can, and did. Within a dozen strokes, her asshole

started pulsating and grasping and releasing my cock as if she was a

trained circus whore. In the meantime, Margot had slipped around and had

her cunt shoved up under Mary Sue's face, her rising cries of passion being

muffled somewhat within Margot's muff. Slapping her asscheeks hard with

the open palms of either hand, the desire to do so just coming over, she

responded even more passionately and more vocally, "YES!...oh, Mr. Eric,

DEEPER!...fuck my bottom deeper!". Jesus-H-Fucking-Christ. What the hell.

Grabbing her ass with both hands, another gear inside my professional

bodywork therapeutic emotional maturity engine just kicked in, as I

screamed at my most precious of patients, "take it deep, Mary Sue, my

little whore princess, take this cock all the way fucking deep, take it all

the way, my princess bitch, my seven year old slut, fuck my cock with your

ass like you mean it, dammit!"





I honestly don't where those words came from, from what place in deep

inside my own passions and my own lusts, but evidently, it must have been

okay still within the bounds of their therapy Rx because Connie while

looking a little surprised at my outburst simply nodded her head "yes" at

me, telling me without telling me that it was okay.





Arching my back and squeezing my sweetest patient's waist so firmly it

left fingerprints along side the light pink palmprints from the

friendly-passionate ass-slaps from a moment earlier, I could feel Mary Sue

open her anal tunnel even more for me as I came inside my condom inside her

asshole. My crescendo of therapeutic passion having risen, now fell, as I

collapsed in a slightly shaking heap beside them all.





The girls joined me as leaned back into the headboard. Connie sucked my

limping dick a little as her hand found Molly's cunt as Molly lay atop my

right arm, her sister on my left one, Margot gently wiping Mary Sue's

slightly sore bottom with a wet washcloth to remove the KY and light fecal

residue before spreading her legs and giving her some pleasant oral

ministrations.





It was only just a little after three. "Want to go get some ice cream?"

Connie asked, the girls all bursting out "yeaaahhhhh!!!", their

passion-spent stupors being broken suddenly by the prospect of some kid-fun

instead of adult-therapy, they popping off of the light and supportive hugs

of my arms and Connie's and Margot's attentions too. At the Circus

burgershack, we just let them be kids once again, for the while they could

be, for the while they needed to be, playing on the Ronald McDonald-style

playground equipment next to the building, letting them eat all the ice

cream and burgers and shakes and fries they wanted.





Back at the office, a little more therapy. Connie had Mary Sue and her

sister Molly both fist her and Margot in turn, to show them the flexibility

of the adult female cunt, like they didn't already know about that. Then

we three deep-frigged each of them in turn, gauging how large their pelvic

opening was at their respective ages, that, and just giving them some more

bonding and human-focused pleasure they needed. Margot and Connie had them

do "nursing focuses" on them respectively, having them suck on their

breasts, urging them to do so with the intent of making them (Margot and

Connie) come or close to it, then in turn sucking on their tit-buds,

closing the circle. Finally, though it was getting close to five and their

foster mom would be back soon to get them, I wanted just one more time with

my shared patients, so I had them sit next to each other on the bed and

kiss each other in a pre-pubescent lesbian love embrace that would have

given the Pope a hard-on, and then slipped my cock between their lips,

fucking their kiss of each other, coming within a minute.





That night, as we three friends and colleagues of bodyworking lounged

around naked semi-piled on top of one another on my bed, doing whatever the

hell we felt like with each other when we and where we felt like it, a

nightly busman's holiday that was becoming almost a ritual with us, Connie

whispered to us that we had "passed" today, that her "students" were close

to finishing their final exams, that for today's work she would give us

both an "A". Friendly shoving my pre-cum leaking cock up Connie's rear

while gently tugging on her nipple rings as Margot snuggled to us both, I

asked her sweetly "now, teach', do I get an 'A'+?".



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