Therapy, Chapter 2

by Androgyne

This chapter is a link chapter between Pipa and her visit to consult with Sydney and the evening of the dinner party. In between Pipa discovers that her sexual appetite works well with younger partners.

Driving home from Sydney's I'm thinking hard about what she said concerning my loss of sex drive with the ladies and how I seem to have developed a subconscious letch for pre-teens.

Okay lovely little Colette made me cum twice, in style, but was that just because I hadn't had sex successfully for months or am I now an 100% paedophile?

Fuck it! If I am I don't care. Colette wasn't being forced to make me and Sydney cum. She looked like she was having a whale of a time!

As I went to bed I decided that there was one sure way to test it the next day so I set my alarm really early, fucked myself with my biggest vibrator to scratch that little pussy itch that was sneaking back, then zonked out like a light. Rising while it was still dark I showered, ate a hasty breakfast, dragged on an office jacket and skirt then toting my briefcase took my car onto the road.

I know exactly where I'm heading. Drive down Baker's Green, turn left onto Styles Avenue and there are three bus stops all close together. Even this early I seem to recall that there can be the odd schoolgirl waiting for an early bus to whichever school they attend. I figure that if I take a gander at one or two I might find out if my pussy gets hot and wet to confirm Sydney's diagnosis.

Pulling up on the opposite side of the road from the stops it's still dull and greyish, heavy clouds overhead promise rain soon but there is one early bird school kid lounging against the post. I focus on her. Eleven or twelve at a guess, so I weigh her up to see if she does turn me on. The uniform's a good start, her short skirt shows a lot of leg while those dark, knee socks; draw my attention to the curve of her calves.

Her blazer's unbuttoned so I get a fine view of a pair of surprisingly full breasts bulging against her shirt front. God damn it Sydney's right! I'm getting really wet just looking at her. She's chewing on something and blowing out pink bubbles then sucking them back in to her pouting lips. Then I realise that she's spotted I'm watching her, she just gives me a slow once over so I throw caution, and my possible future career, to the four winds.

Taking the handbrake off I pull over to her side of the road just, thank you God, as the first; heavy; raindrops; splatter against my windscreen. A touch of a button and the side window rolls smoothly down as I lean towards her side of the car.

"Hi dear it's going to get really wet soon; can I give you a lift anywhere?"

I'm holding my breath waiting for her to tell me mum said she shouldn't take lifts from a stranger, she's still chomping on that gum and I can smell the sweet strawberry aroma on her breath. Then she shrugs casually and grasps the door handle.

"Jeeze thanks lady I'm going to get really wet in a second. I go to Strickland comprehensive, do you know where it is? Is it too far out of your way?"

I know where Strickland is and it's well out of my way but I'm not going to tell her that. As she slides onto my front passenger seat I scope her nicely rounded thighs and get a quick flash of her dark blue briefs as her skirt clings to the seat cover and rides up. As she clicks on her seatbelt she makes no attempt to tug down the hem and I'm thinking and praying I've struck it lucky.

"I'm Pipa and you are?"

"Zoe Clerk; it's very kind of you to pick me up."

Is there a hint of double meaning there? I'm hoping I have picked her up.

"You're out early for school Zoe; If I drop you there can you get inside? I don't want to take you there and have you finish up as wet as if you stood and waited for the bus. I tell you what, I know a place near the school where we can park up and wait to see if the rain goes off. How's that with you?"

We're pulling up at a set of traffic lights so I take my eyes off the road and risk a glance at her. Am I imagining things or has her top shirt button popped open? I'm getting a glimpse of a little cleavage and a hint of a blue lacy bra.

"Is this early for you to be on your way to work Pipa?"

She's given me the chance to use a fine line.

"Not when I'm giving a sexy little girl a lift to school Zoe."

I hold my breath waiting to see what happens next. I get what I'm hoping for when she gives me a sultry glance from under lowered eyelashes.

"Do you think I'm sexy Pipa?"

As she turns to stare at me we've reached the spot where I'm sure we can park without being disturbed. A cobbled road runs about a hundred yards then ends in an ancient iron park gate that hasn't been unlocked or opened in living memory. Spinning the wheel I reverse right up to the end.

"Sexy Zoe? I should think so!I think you're so hot!"

She's unfastened her seat belt so I turn off the engine, unclip mine too and turn to face her. She's pouting those full lips at me so It's now or never. Either all's well or she'll be out of the car screaming and I'll be in deep trouble. Leaning over I kiss her on the mouth, firmly, and with all the skill of nearly thirty years of lesbian kissing. I needn't have worried!Her mouth opens to my tongue and sucks it inside as our hands move to each others body.

I can taste that sickly sweet gum on her mouth, she must have spat it out as she got into my car but it might as well be nectar on her tongue. She leans back against her seat as I gently part her thighs and rub the crotch of those blue panties; it's already damp and sticky. Her face is flushed and I watch her nipples suddenly swell and tent the fabric of her bra and shirt. She's moaning softly as I begin to slip loose the buttons to get to her bra and those plump little breasts.

Her hands are fumbling inside my jacket, cupping my breasts, and my own nipples go hard and erect. I pop the last button and reach behind her to unhook her bra then my mouth and tongue are working her swollen nipples while I claw down her briefs around her ankles. She's writhing half under me as I drop to my knees then move down on her hairless pussy.

It's wet and I can smell the musky scent of her arousal as I take her labia between my thumbs and forefingers and prise them apart, stabbing my stiffened tongue into the soaking pink flesh. This won't take long! She's grabbed my head and crushed it down onto her pussy then clamped her solid thighs around my ears. Lashing her small but swollen clit with the tip of my tongue she suddenly grunts, heaves her hips up at me, and then spurts her cum onto my face and mouth.

As she cums hard she screams, "God, oh god, oh god, Jesus fucking Christ!"

While I give her a chance to recover from the quick and thorough orgasm I've given her I become aware that she'd managed to get my blouse open and drag down my bra before she had her cum. My breasts are scratched and bruised by her excited fingers.

Now I pull down my panties and guide her head between my thighs and onto my shaven pussy.

Her tongue and lips are tentative at first but as I begin to move my hips in time to the lapping of her tongue she finds a rhythm then drives me faster and faster towards a writhing climax. I've got my legs locked around her upper body as I experience a massive squirt and a mammoth cum that leaves me flat back on the seat and gasping for breath.

There doesn't seem anything for us to say at first as we adjust our clothing and repair the signs of fast and frantic sex. As I start up my car and head for her school it's Zoe who breaks the silence.

"You're so hot Pipa! Will I be seeing you again?"

I'm tempted to tell her sure while thinking no but I suddenly feel really cool about it.

"Why not Zoe? Keep your eyes open when you're at that bus stop early again and I might just be there to pick you up. You're a hot little kitten, you must know that."

Just before I let her out near her school, the rain's finally eased off, I give her a deep French kiss and she walks away a very happy girl. Not half as happy as I am though now I know that Sydney's got it right and I can cum like a volcano with a pre-teen.

As I pull into the "Lighthouse" legal centre's car park I glance at my watch and realise that fucking Zoe and having her fuck me hasn't taken as long as it seemed. Even though I'm still early the car park is un-naturally quiet. Barely a handful of vehicles parked up where there are normally two or three times this many.

Before heading out to my office I pull an aerosol from the glove compartment and spray the interior of my car with "Spring Haze" air freshener to hide the scent of musky sex that's hanging around. Then digging through my briefcase I produce an atomizer of lilac toilet water and perfume my pussy and panties so I smell as fresh as a spring morning.

When I reach my floor it occurs to me that the buildings eerily quiet though I can hear movement in my office. Inside I find my clerk/typist/general dogsbody, Kirsty Meadows, pottering around.

"What are you doing in so early Ms Stone? There are only a handful of us in this morning."

Looking at my watch I can see it's early but not that early, then the penny drops.

"Oh God Kirsty we've got no clients this morning have we? We're having that staff meeting from ten till noon aren't we? Oh bugger it I'm here now so put the kettle on and stop calling me Ms Stone, call me Pipa like everyone else does."

As she plugs in the kettle I notice her dress.

"Damn Kirsty! I love your dress. It really suits you."

It does too!Okay it's off the peg and of some thin artificial material, black with a pattern of small, yellow; rosebuds. It's loose and swirly which disguises her puppy fat. She's plump not obese and she'll be stunning in a year or so. Right then I realise that Kirsty's no pre- teen but she's just out of school and mightn't be seventeen yet.

My newly unleashed sex drive remembers what I thought only yesterday. That before my lesbian appetite crashed around a year ago I'd have had her over my desk eating her pussy and swallowing her cum cream. Can I do it? My body says yes but should I risk trying to seduce her right here and right now? Yep!fucking right I will!My libido is back with a bang after a twelve month famine during which only an assortment of toys kept me from spontaneously combusting.

Her dress is a massive improvement on yesterday's frumpy blouse and baggy skirt. Kirsty's blushing!

Do you like it Ms err... I mean Pipa? I got my first month's wages yesterday and it was reduced in a sale but it fits beautifully."

I move closer to her, take her by the elbows, and turn her slowly in a circle.

"God Kirsty you look good enough to eat. Lets finish you off, just a hint of this."

Delving into the bottomless pit of my bulging briefcase I unearth, not the lilac spray, but my bottle of "Slut". It's a horribly expensive perfume and I swear the active ingredient that gives it its musky aroma is ladies pussy cream. I dab a touch onto Kirsty's wrists, behind her ears, then; greatly daring; just under her dress where the valley of her breasts begins.

She's blushing scarlet and I reckon I'm making good progress. The kettle's boiled and turned itself off but there's a sort of electric atmosphere in the room and coffee's not on my agenda just now.

"We haven't talked enough Kirsty, you've only been here a month but I should have paid more attention to you, I've had things on my mind but all's well now. Tell me something about yourself, your family, do you have a boyfriend?"

I didn't think the blush could get any deeper but the boyfriend remark does it. As she reddens even more she sort of wriggles and shakes her head.

"Oh no Pipa no boyfriend."

"Why hasn't a gorgeous girl like you got a boyfriend? I'd have thought you'd be beating them off with a cricket bat."

She's gone coy and bashful as I circle round behind her, her hands clasped and her fingers interlaced at her waist. She's more than tasty, and she'll be a lot tastier still when she looses a little weight and becomes a tad more sophisticated in her grooming but she'll do for me for now. If she's not got a boyfriend then maybe it's because she doesn't want a boyfriend, maybe she wants a girlfriend.

Standing there I cup her elbows in the palms of my hands and lean over the base of her neck, letting my warm breath tickle the short, blond hairs, on her fair skin.

"If I were your age you'd be my girlfriend Kirsty."

I let my lips just lightly brush against her ear lobe then nuzzle her cheek. Looking down I can see the upper reaches of her firm breasts, cradled in a lacy white bra, are as flushed as her face. Turning her slightly I brush my lips against hers then kiss her again, lightly, full on her mouth. No tongue but an unmistakable kiss with no small hint of desire.

"Oh my Lord Pipa... what... Oh God."

Then I've got my arms around her and our next kiss is hard and deep as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Her body tenses and then relaxes as she responds with a shattering kiss that rocks even an experienced pussy hound like me. I've got to her and she wants me. Right here, right now!

Dropping my hands to her heavy buttocks I cup them and crush her hips against mine while our mouths are locked together. She's for sure an inexperienced but enthusiastic kisser and my temperature's gone up a notch or two as her arms go around me and she pulls my head down a little so she can suck on my tongue easier. She's a solid girl but when I grab her hips I lift her then drop her on her back across my desk, sweeping pens, blotter, and my phone onto the floor.

Frantically I fumble at the buttons down the front of her new dress she's so proud of until I reach the last one and spread the soft cloth wide. Her panties match her lacy bra but the crotch is already damp to my touch. At that first touch she flinches with pleasure then giggles.

"Oooww Pipa I've been dreaming about you doing this. I want you right now."

I tear myself away from her to cross to the office door and lock it. Thinking that my mental state during the last month must have left me blind to the fact that she was interested in me. Now I snap down the switch that illuminates a sign outside that reads, "Conference in progress do not disturb." Then I return to Kirsty, unhooking her bra and burying my face between those plump breasts and nipping at them with my sharp front teeth, just enough to bring muffled squeals from her.

I tear my mouth away from her cleavage just long enough to send her a quick message.

"You're not dreaming now."

Then I pull down her lacy briefs to her knees and she shows she's more than ready, hooking one foot into the elastic she kicks them off. She's not shy either as her hands have flipped up my pleated skirt and are sliding my panties off and down around my ankles. It seems like I've lucked out with a real young hottie as my first office affair.

Her pussy is neat and smooth shaven, wet with anticipation, and her sweet aroma fills my nostrils as I drop my mouth to her crease to sample her silky juices. I start slow and delicately lap at her labia like a kitten at a saucer of cream. Her fingers lock on my head and press it down against her heated flesh. She makes a soft mewing noise as her hips and pelvis quivers when my lips and tongue become more adventurous.

Cupping my hands underneath her rounded buttocks I raise her slightly then stiffening my tongue pushes it past her outer labia and onto the wings of her wet inner folds. Her noises are getting louder now as I take her closer to her climax. I just hope she's not a big screamer as the buildings so quiet her howls might bring some of the staff here on the run.

Moving fast to her clit I bring her down the home strait as she takes one hand off my head, looking up I see she's biting on the palm of her hand to stifle her screams when my juice spattered mouth takes her over the edge and into a big wet cum. She shudders under me and her orgasm pumps pussy juice in a steady stream down my face and over my neck. One last heave and a groan bursts from her lips then she slumps back on the hard wood of the desk.

Now to surprise her!She thinks she's finished but she's not and I'm just starting. Moving on top of her I plant my dripping pussy on hers and start grinding my labia against her puffy and wet lips. No technique here just a hard fuck for both of us. She groans then hooks a leg around one of mine as I hump her hard and fast.

Two finger fucks off Colette and Zoe eating my pussy half an hour ago haven't even taken the edge off my appetite after a year without real sex so my vagina's flaring white hot and I've got a huge cum on its way. Thrust, thrust, thrust; then one more thrust and I forget about Kirsty, who's having another massive cum, as I squirt out what feels like a bucket of cum all over Kirsty's vulva.

It takes a long time but eventually the two of us stop gasping and sweating enough to get dressed after cleaning up a flood of love juice from ourselves and my desk. Then Kirsty does make us both a cup of coffee!Lots of sugar from both of us since we've used up a lot of energy and we also need fluids judging by what we mopped up with the box of tissues from my desk drawer.

After that staff meeting Kirsty's still a happy bunny and I wonder if I might have created a Frankenstein monster to share my office because at going home time she French's me goodnight and whispers, "Tomorrow?"

Thursday we do it in the toilet!Eating each other in passionate silence while other staff take a pee then get washed. Friday it's in the stationery cupboard and she nearly fists me, four fingers get me off like a rocket. I'm still as horny as hell and tonight's my visit to Sydney's for the eight o'clock dinner and how she plans to find me a pre-teen mistress like her Colette. Despite the insatiable Kirsty doing me I'm in heat just thinking about a perfect little babe like Colette sharing my bed.

Friday evening I shower then stand naked in front of my wardrobe mirror. My short hair dried fast and I've run a brush through it enough to leave it neat and tidy. A fast dab or two of "Slut" on strategic parts of my body including my pussy area then I'm ready to dress.

Black suspender belt and seamed stockings to begin and a black thong. Black satin bra followed by the decision whether to go for a skirt, dress, or trousers. Despite the stockings showing my legs off to good advantage I go for black slacks and a deep blue, silk, shirt. Slipping on a black leather jacket that's nearly as soft as the shirt I grab my car keys and I'm off out to my car.

When I pull up on Sydney's driveway I'm ten minutes early but I'm too horny and excited to arrive fashionably late. There's a small Fiat parked next to Sydney's Volvo and a newish Ford next to that but there's plenty of room for my Citroen.

I ring the doorbell and wait. After a moment the lock turns and the door swings wide. There stands Colette in pristine glory. She's wearing a black velvet dress with a white lace collar. The skirt, again, is short enough for me to ogle her slender and well shaped legs. White knee socks and patent leather shoes with silver buckles make her look absolutely immaculate. Her wonderful head of chestnut hair is gathered into that familiar ponytail.

I smile at her.

"Yes can I help you miss?"

I'm puzzled.

"You must remember me Colette! Pipa! Sydney invited me here for dinner."

She puts a hand to her mouth, wrinkles her nose in the cutest way and giggles, then takes my hand and draws me inside while closing the door behind me.

"Silly! I'm not Colette I'm Bridget! Colette's my twin!"