Therapy, Chapter 1

by Androgyne

If anyone wonders about how fast I'm turning my stories out I must be honest. A lot of them have been sitting in my computer until I discovered LL so LL readers are getting the benefit now. I'm also out of work and with the recession deepening likely to remain so but on the bright side it gives me more time to write!

The itch is back! Not a real itch! The kind you can scratch then forget. This itch is deep in my pussy and won't go away. I'll have to deal with it again, short term. Rising from my desk I call to the plump young typist across the desk from me.

"Kirsty I'm off to the restroom, can you answer my phone and take a message for me if anyone rings while I'm gone?"

"Sure Ms Stone, are you alright? This is the third time already this morning and it's not ten yet."

Something's showing in my behaviour if an office junior only months out of school is asking if I'm okay.

"I might have caught a chill Kirsty, I need to pee again, won't be long; I'll be back soon as I can."

Just around the corner from our office is the staff restroom. Inside I lock myself into one of the toilet cubicles, raise my loosely pleated skirt, then drop my panties round my ankles as I sit down. From one pocket of my jacket I whip out my "pocket rocket" vibrator, part my thighs, and slide it between the wet lips of my pussy.

A click on the button and a muted wasp buzz signals the start of temporary relief, I twist it so the tip comes into contact with the swelling bead of my clit. Leaning back I let my orgasm rush through me. My hips jerk and my pelvis thrusts forward as a spurt of cum cream puddles on my vulva, labia, and my wide spread thighs.

What the fuck's wrong with me? I'm horny all the time but I can't seem to raise any interest in fucking anybody. A year or so ago I'd have had young Kirsty in my locked office, over my desk, licking her pussy and she'd be cumming like a hose. Then I'd be teaching her how to lick me and use her fingers like a girl should.

Oh well that's why I'm seeing a therapist! Sidney Holland has been seeing me for months now and I've the last appointment of her afternoon surgery with her today. She tells me she thinks she's now got a handle on what's at the root of my problem.

Tearing off several strips of toilet paper I mop myself and my vibrator dry, then, digging into another pocket I use an atomiser to perfume my pussy and kill the scent of my creamy cum.

The day flows by broken only by several more visits to our restroom to rapidly fuck myself. I like my job here at the "Lighthouse" legal centre. I'm doing what Americans call "paralegal" work while studying for my law degree. I'm old to be starting a career like this, thirty six, but the work's interesting and it's nice to sometimes help people too poor to afford to pay a firm of solicitors for legal assistance.

At closer to forty now than thirty I'm still in excellent condition. Average height, lean figure with a flat belly and small, firm; hard nippled breasts. My legs are my best feature, slim and elegant and enhanced by the seamed black stockings I habitually wear. My features are slightly sharp and high cheekboned while my head is crowned with short styled copper hued hair.

Five o'clock sees me driving out of the "Lighthouse's" car park and heading for Blackbird Close and my appointment with Sidney. Her consulting rooms are part of a huge, rambling, detached house; that is also her home. There's plenty of room to park up on her driveway so a minute later her receptionist and secretary, Emma, informs my therapist that Ms Philipa Stone is here for her 5.30 appointment

As Sidney ushers me into her rooms Emma locks her desk, logs off from her computer, and slinging her bag over her shoulder bids both her boss and me goodnight.

Sidney is a big woman, almost a head taller than my five foot six inches and built like a Turkish belly dancer. Heavy pear shaped breasts strain against her deep line bra and blouse. She's wearing trousers and as she turns to walk over to her chair the vee of her panty line line shows clearly through the tight fabric across her big and rounded rear. She's a bit of a belly on her but on her it looks good. She's another lady who, a year ago, I'd have been longing to cram her outsized nipples into my mouth and gnaw on them. Now I register her attractions but don't seem able to act on them.

She gestures me onto the sofa facing her.

"Please Pipa sit down, you've asked me to call you Pipa and I like to think we're on good and close terms now. Recently we've been making excellent progress, in no small part down to your honesty and openness. You're honest about your sexuality, you've had encounters with men but you tell me you are now almost exclusively lesbian. I believe I'm ready to suggest the solution to and reason behind your problems."

Jesus at last! Whatever she's come up with I hope it bloody well works because feeling horny but not fancying anyone is driving me crackers.

"Fine then Sidney put me out of my misery. I'm dying to know what I need."

Steepling her fingers together she nods gravely.

"You're a mature woman now Pipa and I believe you need a mistress, at your time of life you need to be settled not haunting bars and clubs to pick up a one night stand."

"But Sidney that's my problem in the first place! If I can't get myself involved with a woman how can I find myself a mistress?"

She holds up one cautioning hand to stop my objections.

"Patience Pipa let me finish what I'm saying. Not just any mistress, I believe you need a special kind of mistress. Let me explain. Do you remember that test I had you take a week ago? It was invented by a Japanese psychologist named Hakagawa. You watched the computer screen and it was split into four pictures. You had to click on A, B, C, or D; depending on which picture was most attractive to you. I know you looked at hundreds of pictures. I analysed the results and now I'm ready to test my theory about you.

I'm none the wiser now about what she's talking about but I leave her to go on. Turning slightly she calls out.

"Come in please Colette and meet Pipa."

The other door to her office swings open and in walks the prettiest little girl I can recall seeing in a long time. At a guess I'd say she's around eleven though she could be younger or older. She's tall and slender with pale skin and a wonderful head of burnished chestnut hair drawn back into a ponytail that hangs down her back almost to her rear.

She's wearing a simple, pale blue, button through dress; that is short enough to reveal her shapely thighs. Black knee stockings and patent leather shoes complete her outfit. She has on just a hint of make-up, pale pink lipstick and a touch of blusher while her fingernails are painted the same pale pink as her lips.

"Do what I told you to do Colette; go and help Pipa with her problem."

Moving across to the sofa where I sit facing Sidney, Colette settles herself on my lap, hooking her arm around my neck she pulls my head down slightly; puckers her lips; then kisses me softly on my lips. Her mouth tastes of mint and there's a light flowery perfume about her. Her kiss isn't a child kissing her mother or her aunt; it's cool, skilled, and practiced. I feel my nipples harden and a sudden heat and wetness inside my pussy which quivers with excitment.

"Thank you dear now leave Pipa for a moment and sit still for a while. There Pipa I can tell just how much you enjoyed that! On every image you clicked on as a favourite, when I tested you, somewhere in the picture was a pre-teen girl. That tells me you've developed a subconscious sexual fixation on little lolitas like my mistress Colette."

Her mistress! To say that I'm amazed that my therapist has addmitted to having a child as her mistress is an understatement. I'm a bit confused about how she's planning to solve my hang up so I decide to come right out and ask her.

"You mean you think Colette should become my mistress Sidney?"

For a big woman her giggle is surprisingly high and girlish.

"Good heavens no Pipa, Colette's mine, except for this little part of your therapy. I do have the perfect solution for you but that's for later, for now I want to make sure that your mental state is exactly what I think it is. Now please Colette we'll test what we planned for Pipa."

Colette hops off the sofa where she's been perched demurely like a little scholgirl in her class, knees primly together and her hands folded in her lap. My eyes are drawn to her as she rises and begins to unfasten, one by one, the little white buttons that run down the front of her dress. When the last button yields she shrugs her shoulders and the pale blue linen slips to the floor.

She's now clad only in a pair of tiny satin panties that hug her vulva, the outline of her labia is clearly visible through the semi transparent fabric. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband Colette peels them off and stands in front of me in just her stockings and shoes. I'm turned on like I've not been for a year or so, nipples hard and erect and pussy oozing musky juice.

Her body is lean and lithe, her small breast buds are crowned with little pink nipples; her taut pussy is a work of art. Tightly folded and as smooth as a peach; my mouth is watering as I stare at her almost hypnotised.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I've registered that Sidney has been moving around so when I tear my eyes away from Colette's silken skin and look aside I see that things have occured! Sidney has shed her blouse and bra then wriggled out of those tight black trousers she was wearing. Now clad only in silk briefs she's a magnet to me now I'm aroused. Her breasts are amazing; perhaps a 44b cup and not a trace of droop or sag from a woman who must be pushing fifty.

That plump belly of hers looks firm and inviting while her thighs are opulent and rounded; her whole body is tanned and inviting. She settles besides me on the sofa, turning me slightly at an angle, then her hands; from behind me; busy themselves unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra. Naked from the waist up my nipples pucker in the cool air of the room. Her voice is soft and clear in my esr as her hands cup and caress my breasts and tweak my nipples.

"Just leave everything to Colette she's an amazing talent."

Then aloud to the little nymphet.

"Just your fingers Colette, no lips or tongue."

Kneeling before me, as Sidney pulls me back against those fabulous breasts, Colette lifts my skirt and rolls it up around my hips. With assurance she eases my panties down and off then her fingers trail over and stroke my puffy labia. Her fingers dance over then probe into my flooded canal while my heart is thundering as if I'm having a seizure. Colette turns slightly to Sidney and speaks for the first time; her voice is crisp and surprisingly adult.

"Please Sidney can I just have a taste? Her pussy's so smooth and she's very wet."

"Well just a little Colette, see what she smells and tastes like then make her cum."

Colette's soft little coral pink lips bow to my parted labia, kiss them softly, then her tongue laps at the thick creamy juices that are seeping from my slit. I'm breathing hard and trembling from head to toe.

"She's lovely Sidney, thick and sweet."

Then her hand is flashing back and forth across my pussy lips, occasionally halting while she lightly slaps the heated flesh, then rubbing hard again. I clamp my hands on the sofa cushions, lean back while spreading my thighs even wider, throw back my head and scream as I cum. I squirt around and through Colette's flying fingers, spraying her face, belly; and perky little breasts with my hardest cum since my problems began. My vagina's ablaze as I fire off a string of explosive orgasms.

I'm still coming back to planet Earth when Sidney eases me aside; her voice is a little strangled.

"Good girl Colette! Now come here and make me cum; watching you both has got me very hot and wet."

The slender beauty kneels before Sidney and slips three fingers into her shaven pussy then drops her face to the wet and pulsing flesh; licking and sucking with maddening slowness. Sidney begins to croon to herself or perhaps Colette.

"So good baby, oh so good, don't rush me I want to cum slow."

Amazingly I'm hot and aroused already. Through narrowed eyes Sidney sees me probing my crease and takes pity on me.

"Oh Colette she's hot again, do her as well, she needs another cum fast."

Colette slides most of her small hand deep inside me and finger fucks me slowly and expertly as she eats and fingers Sidney. Sidney turns to me and manages to gasp out her words.

"Jesus Christ... uh... she's so hot... uhn... I'm gonna cum any second... ugh... gonna cum now!"

As she erupts into her climax I hit my second big O and shudder alongside her, Sidney's cum is wild and wet just as mine is as I slip from the sofa onto the hardwood floor writhing in ecstacy. When Sidney recovers enough she chokes out her instructions to Colette.

"That's my little babydoll, get washed then changed, we'll be having tea soon."

Colette cooly scoops up her dress and panties, smiles cheekily at me while waggling her fingers in goodbye; then she waltz's out of the room. As she leaves I spot the sheen of pussy cream shining on her young thighs. Colette seems to have had fun while fucking me and Sidney.

A cum stained Sidney escorts me to the washroom off her office so we can clean up. As I sponge away the sticky evidence of my first hot sex with some-one for months my therapist is back. Not a big and sexy woman who has just had a massive climax at the hands and mouth of a glorious little hottie but a professional councellor once more.

"Well Pipa I think that confirms my diagnosis, it's the young ones that turn you on now even though you didn't realise that consciously. And now I'm sure I've got the solution for you. I would like you here Friday evening. I'm having a small dinner party for family, I suppose I must call it family; and I'm certain I can commence your cure that night and you'll be fine for the future. Eight o'clock Fiday evening, dress is informal so come smart but comfortable."

By now we're both dressing and once the two of us are respectable Sidney ushers me to the front door.

"Remember now Pipa, eight o'clock Friday and you won't regret it!"

As I slide behind the steering wheel of my car, a warm and wonderful glow pulsing in my vagina, I feel the tension leave me for the first time in months. But now I'm wondering what Sidney's solution to my needs will be since she's told me her perfect little lover Colette is hers and hers alone.

CHAPTER 2 WILL FOLLOW FAIRLY QUICKLY IF YOU READERS LIKE CHAPTER 1!