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Billy Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)
Rachel’s school was out soon thereafter and she left to join her folks in Israel. That left a void in our lives that we hastened to fill by rejoining the church youth group, Young Lives, or YL for short. We met every Friday night and Leah and I started becoming reacquainted with a number of old friends with whom we had lost track after our marriage. While we enjoyed the whole group, we became closer to one couple in particular. The brightest and prettiest girl in my high school class was Sarah Shanks and she had married Dr. Jefferson Clinton. Sarah had never dated any of the fellows in school so we were all a little surprised when she married Jefferson. We’d never even seen them out together before they eloped.
He was the only psychologist in town, a stand-offish kind of guy, always wore a suit and tie, and was about 15 years older than Sarah. While that may sound like an odd combination, Leah and I found them interesting and enjoyed being with them. After several months, Jefferson rather formally invited us over to their house after the YL meeting. He served some blackberry wine and we just sat around and talked for a while. This happened a few more times and then we kind of got in the habit of going home with them for a little wine and talk after each YL meeting.
After a while we became close enough that we shared our innermost thoughts and feelings. It was then that we found out that Sarah had been seeing Jefferson professionally for several years because her daddy had been forcing himself on her whenever he got drunk since she was 8 or 9 years old. That was why she never dated in high school, she just couldn’t stand to have a boy close to her. Jefferson had helped her understand that it wasn’t her fault that her daddy repeatedly raped her. He had tried to help her get rid of her phobia about intercourse, without much success, but in the process they developed a love for each other, resulting in their elopement.
Jefferson told us all about this one night and Sarah corroborated his story, adding a few graphic details about her daddy’s invasion of her body. He would come home from the tavern, tell his slattern wife to go out on the porch and then he would lift up Sarah’s nightgown, yank it off over her head and make her get up to do a little dance for him. He had taught her to kind of swing and sway her cunt just inches away from his face as he pulled his prick out of his pants. Then she had to lick it and take it in her mouth until he had a big hard-on and then he would push her back on the floor and rape her until he injected a big load into her. When he was really drunk, that took a long long time; sometimes he just passed out right on top of her. Her mother would then help get him to bed.
Jefferson said that he had tried to get her mother to back up Sarah’s story so they could put her dad away, but she was too afraid of him. He added that he and Sarah were still unable to have sex together after six months of marriage, but were continuing to work toward that goal. He said that if we had any suggestions on what they might do to help them reach that goal, they would surely appreciate hearing from us.
On Sunday afternoon, after we had our frolic in bed, Leah said that maybe there was a way we could help them. She said that Sarah was afraid of the violence of intercourse, that maybe she wasn’t even aware of how pleasant it could be. Her suggestion was for us to show Sarah how nice it was, somewhat like we had done for Rachel, but to not directly involve Sarah in our love making. I was really hesitant about doing that, but finally agreed that we could at least suggest it privately to Jefferson and see what he thought of it. Leah went down to his office the next day and he said that it might be worth a try.
The following Friday night Jefferson brought up the idea to Sarah who at first felt she would be too embarrassed to be able to watch someone else “do it.” Leah finally persuaded her that it would just be like watching an X-rated movie, so Leah and I went into their bedroom and undressed. Then, when Leah called, both Sarah and Jefferson came in, at which I said we were just planning to let Sarah watch. Jefferson then said that her mental state was still quite delicate and that it was necessary that he be present to monitor how she was responding. However, to make us more comfortable they would take off most of their clothes too. Leah said it was OK if it would help Sarah, so Sarah skinned down to just her panties and bra and Jefferson left on his briefs.
We started out standing up and holding each other closely and kissing and saying little endearments to each other. After a time, we then laid on the bed and continued our foreplay. When I started kissing Leah’s breasts and tonguing her nipples, she tried to describe what that felt like to Sarah – more or less keeping up a running commentary. Finally she asked me to go down on her to really bring her emotions to a peak. When I had my face buried deep in her pussy, she asked Sarah to come over closer so she could see what I was doing. I tried to lean my face sideways so she could see what my tongue was doing, but I don’t think she could really see it in any detail. Sarah did stay close from then on, leaning her elbows on the bed and with a rapt expression on her face.
Leah continued her narrative about what it felt like, but her voice became more strained as time went on. At last she said that she was really hot and wanted me to come on in. I moved up to enter her and also to resume French kissing her. All of her talk had gotten me pretty hot too so while I tried to keep a slow and gentle pace (for Sarah’s sake) I couldn’t help but speed up and finally was just slamming the old meat to her. Leah was completely ready for this, had one orgasm and then just as I started coming had a second one. We both collapsed into each others arms and told Sarah how wonderful it was and how loving we felt toward each other afterward. Sarah had taken all of this in without comment, but finally said that maybe she was starting to feel a little different about sex and that we had helped her. With that, she and Jefferson left us to our privacy.
The following week Sarah said that she hoped we would be willing to show her again how to obtain those good feelings, maybe even that night. Jefferson said that indeed it would be a good idea to follow up on her therapy quickly, so we agreed. We essentially repeated our performance of the previous week, not wanting to introduce any variations to Sarah this early. There was a difference however. When they came in, they were both nude and initially Sarah sat in Jefferson’s lap. When I moved down to tongue Leah’s love button, Sarah again came over to the bed but this time Leah had Sarah put her hand on Leah’s breast. As things progressed, she asked Sarah to kiss her breasts and while she was doing that Leah stroked Sarah’s breast too.
Sarah was a little miffed when I moved up and took her place, so after we reached our climaxes and had relaxed for a little while, Leah asked Sarah if they could perhaps be alone together for a while so she could tell her more about how she felt. Sarah readily agreed and asked us men to leave. The girls were in there for at least another half hour and then reappeared smiling and feeling very good with themselves. Sarah asked us to be sure to come again the next Friday because she felt that she was making real progress. On the way home Leah told me that she had made love to Sarah and that both had really enjoyed it.
Next week Sarah served us several glasses of elderberry wine and then said that she would like to have Leah make love to her again, but this time she wanted Jefferson to watch. Leah quickly agreed and the two of them disappeared into the bedroom. Jefferson got undressed and I did the same, deciding to not be left out, and then we went in too. The girls were kissing and moving their hands all over the others body, quickly changing to holding their breasts and tweaking their nipples. After quite a long time, Sarah asked if they could do the 69 again, which Leah immediately moved to accomplish. It did not take very long before Sarah was panting, squirming madly, and finally reached a shattering orgasm. They lay together for a while and then Leah said that she was unfulfilled – she needed to have a climax too. As I started to climb onto the bed, she said “No, we’re doing this for Sarah’s benefit, so it has to be the next step in her therapy. Sarah doesn’t know that Jefferson can be gentle with her, so I think we have to let him show her. Do you want to have him pleasure you or me?”
Sarah spoke up then and said that she wanted Jefferson to pleasure Leah and took my arm to lead me away from the bed. As I started to object, Jefferson shushed me and said that as a professional psychologist he had performed similar roles many times and that he would maintain a professional clinical attitude. Further, it was extremely important for Sarah to see him as a role model and someone she could trust as a sexual partner. He would just be like an actor in a play, with no emotional involvement at all. He sounded very authoritative and made it sound kind of like a house call by a doctor, so I backed off. He told Sarah then to think of it as though she were the one on the bed and the one being loved. Jefferson lay next to Leah and initially held her in his arms, kissing her slowly on the mouth and then on her neck. His hands caressed her body and as she responded to them he moved one hand down to her love triangle and gently inserted one finger. Leah arched her body against his finger, urging him to massage her clit. As his finger probed delicately into her love passage he also started sucking on her nipples.
By now Leah was really into this and was humping his finger as hard as she could and quickly reached orgasm. Jefferson left his finger where it was but no longer rubbed her love button, and placed lingering kisses on her mouth. As they cooled down, Jefferson told Sarah that they could have sex in just that way without him shoving his penis into her. They could do that for a while until she felt ready to go all the way. However, that would leave him, like right now, with an erection and his balls would start hurting pretty soon because he hadn’t had a climax.
Leah responded by telling Sarah that she would show her how to keep Jefferson from hurting so bad, and proceeded to put her mouth around his dick, applying suction and moving her head in and out rapidly. Once in a while she would stop at the end of his penis and roll her tongue lovingly around the tip. Leah is really good at giving head, so it didn’t take too long for Jefferson to ejaculate into her mouth. Leah got off the bed, went over to Sarah saying that she should share Jefferson’s love juices with her. As they kissed, their tongues explored each others mouth and they shared his cum. They were so engrossed in each other that I thought they would make love again, but after a while they separated and Leah and I went home.

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“I’ll tell you what’s not right. I shouldn’t have to be working, anyway. My husband’s laid off from his job, driving a gravel truck. He could be driving for a dozen other companies, but he’s too damn lazy to look around. I think his laziness is the reason the gravel pit doesn’t want him back. He says it’s the best pay he can get, so he wants to just sit on his sorry butt, and wait for a call back…the sting is better now, Don, thank you so much. I’m sorry for unloading on you. I guess I’ll get back to work.”
As she started to stand up, she stumbled. When I caught her, I had a handful of firm tit trapped in my right hand. When she regained her balance, I grinned at Joann and said, “oops”.
“Don’t worry about it, and thank you….again. Do you think the boss would mind if I take the rest of the day off? I guess that sting made me a little woozy.”
“If you’re not here, you don’t get paid. He’s already gone, and it’s just the two of us, for the next couple of hours. Tuesdays are never very busy, so I can take care of things. You just go to the break room and relax. Will you be steady enough, or do I need to help you?”
“I think I can make it twenty feet by myself. Besides,” she had a mischievous grin on her face, “how do I know you wouldn’t try to cop another feel?”
“Hey, I’m a man. At my age, you gotta take advantage of every opportunity. Now you scoot on in there and lie down, I’ll check on you in a little bit.”
She reached out, patted my shoulder, and said, sweetly, “Thank you, Don.”
I had to nudge the sleeping 44 year-old three or four times before she awoke. If she hadn’t come around, I was prepared to call the local EMS.
“Oh..I guess I dozed off. Gosh, what time is it?”
“It’s six o’clock. I just locked the front door and turned off the ‘open’ sign. How you feeling?”
“Actually, I guess that sting made me sleepy, but I feel very rested. Look here, there’s not even a red mark where the wasp stung me. Mmm, would you do me a favor? I ran into that open cabinet earlier. It feels like I have a knot on the side of my head. Would you follow me home, just in case I get sleepy again and have to pull over?”
I pulled my car into Joann’s driveway, and waited for her to park hers’ in the garage. When she walked out and hit the door closer, she smiled as she walked back to my car.
“I’d like you to stay for a little bit, it looks like dick head is out running around. I’m gonna fix some sandwiches for supper, please stay….”
“YES!” Joann was excited, “He got called in to haul six loads, to Phoenix. Each trip will be about two hours, so I don’t have to put up with his whining & bullshit tonight. Sorry, Don, but I need some relief once in a while.”
The sandwiches were delicious and I really enjoyed visiting with Joann. Her only child was twenty-three, and she was currently serving a tour of duty in Iraq.
“Do you have anything going on this evening, Don?”
“Yeah,” I was teasing her, “I had a date, but I stayed here too long. Guess I can forget getting’ laid tonight. That’s alright, though, her boobs don’t feel as good as yours.” I snickered a little and she could tell I was joking.
She rose from the kitchen bar, took the few steps to reach where I sat, and said, “I’ve never shown you my scar.” She unbuttoned the company shirt, which fit her body better than mine fit, then unhooked the front clasp on her bra.
I barely glanced at the scar, which ran from the top of her ribcage, to a point just above her navel. Yep, those soft tits looked just as good as the one had felt, earlier.
“Asshole won’t even look at me, when I’m facing him naked. He says he can’t believe they destroyed my body this way. Hell, without the surgery, I would have been dead. Would you mind telling me what you think about the damage?”
I pulled her to me, took a warm, hard nipple in my mouth, and sucked for a few seconds. “What damage?” Then I latched onto the other one.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Bob hasn’t touched my tits, nor my pussy for two years. Stay here tonight, Don. I need a man. I need a man real bad.”
I took her belt loose, dropped her uniform pants, and lowered her pink panties. “I’ll stay on one condition…no more talk about you stupid husband. This night will just be for us, nobody else.”
I easily lifted Joann, and asked the way to the bedroom.
I laid her on the bed and began pulling my own clothes off. She scooted her ass toward me, until it was barely on the edge. She grabbed her ankles, spread her short legs, and said, “Just walk your dick into me, please. Hurry, I’m so fucking horny I’m about to cum, just thinking about how good this going to feel.”
Joann’s husband must have had a small dick, or maybe it was because she hadn’t had a hard cock in her for over two years. I had no problem finding her fuck hole, but she wasn’t wet enough. When I spit into my hand, she did the same. In seconds, there was enough saliva on her cunt that my shaft slid in. I backed it out, pushed in again, then again. Finally, on the third shove, I was seated deep in her pussy.
I held still for a few seconds, until she began to wiggle with anticipation. I moved her legs to my shoulders, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass all the way against my balls. When I started steadily pumping my piston, she began gasping.
“Oh my God, Don. Oh my fucking God, that feels so good. Uhh, uhh, mmm, ggguhh, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah, baby, cum for Donnie. Cum hard!”
Joann, literally, screamed, “Aieeee! Fuck Meeeeee!”, when her first orgasm hit. I pounded her harder for three or four minutes, then she let out another. “Oh..oh..oh..oh..oooohhhhh, SHIT!….SHIT! MOTHER FUCKIN’ SHIT!!”
I could feel my own nuts beginning to spasm, ready to send a load of hot sperm into the depths of this pretty, greying, little woman. “Here it cums, baby!”
“Yes, fuck me. Cum in me, Don. Fuck me hard. Fill me up…”
I did.
I fell onto the bed, after my cock began to recede. We repositioned ourselves, and held each other close. In a few minutes, I offered to step into the bathroom, and get her a washcloth.
“No, thanks. I want to feel the mess on my legs, my ass, my pussy. I want to know that feeling, again. It’s been so long. Speaking of long, you have a much bigger dick than…..never mind, we’re not going to mention anybody.
Would you mind if I kiss you?”
“Mind? Hell, I’d love to kiss you. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it, or if you just wanted sex.” Our lips met, tongues dueled, and hands wandered. Soon, as a result of all the close contact, including her hand stroking me into another hard-on, we were joined again, fucking like a couple of horny teenagers.
I awoke at 4:35 am. Joann’s warm, soft lips were working up and down on my piss hard. Needing to empty my bladder delayed my ejaculation…or maybe it was that my balls had emptied four times in the last eight hours, already.
Joann’s skill as a cocksucker were amazing. The combination of suction, tongue manipulation, and hand strokes, kept me on the verge of cumming for ten minutes or more. Finally, I jerked her head down hard, forcing the end of my shaft into her throat…just in time to shoot six or seven surges of semen straight down, into her stomach.
“Wow,” she gasped for air as she raised her head, “I’ve never deep throated before.” She moved up, kissed me, and told me she’d have to try it again, soon.
“Okay if I go home with you to shower? Asshole should be getting home before long. I want the bastard to wonder what the fuck went on in here, but I don’t want him to confront me, alone.
You helped me make up my mind, I’m leaving his sorry ass, as soon as I can find an affordable apartment.”
“You don’t need an apartment. Move in with me. We’ll get your clothes and personal things, right now. He won’t fuck with you when I’m around, or he’ll get his ass kicked. C’mon, let’s pack.
The early morning shower was better than any I’d ever taken. After shampooing each others’ hair, we took a turn with the bath gel and sponge. It was at that point I examined the long scar on her chest. With a tit firmly grasped in each hand, I planted kisses down the entire length of it. ‘But why stop there?’ I thought.
I eased to my knees, gave her navel some special attention, then moved to her pubic hair. Her feet slid to the outer edges of the enclosure, and as my mouth found her clit, my fingers entered her pussy. With her back against the wall, she lifted her legs over my shoulders.
“Uh..uh..uh..uh..” was all she could manage to say, but as hard as she was humping into my face, I could tell she was screaming on the inside. The finger-fucking, and tonguing, brought her to a climax within a couple of minutes.
I let Joann slide to the floor of the shower, sat beside her, and held in my arms.
After a few minutes, she spoke, quietly. “I’m never going back to that house, Don. Not to that house, not to that sorry bastard, who promised to love and take care of me. He has a whore down the street. He doesn’t know that I know, but I do. She’s really a pretty nice lady, so I don’t see what she sees in him.”
I reached up and turned off the water.
“I don’t know what you want, Joann. I’m not sure I want to commit to a permanent relationship. I’ll just have to figure that out. But…you can stay here, with me, until we decide what we want. No matter what it is, I want to be your friend, and nobody fucks with my friends.” I took the opportunity to stroke her clit, again, “Except me… I love to fuck my friends.”
One short talk with Bob was all it took to convince him to stay away from Joann. With her divorce settlement, and my own savings, she and I bought out the appliance rental business, where we worked.
She lived with me for a little over two years, and was riding my cock like a cowgirl when her heart gave out. With her dying breath, she smiled at me and said, “Fuck, that was good.”

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