Chapter 12
After her exciting interlude with Beatle, Alice Turner gave serious thought to a change in her life. She figured that if she could have a private consultation with a psychologist, she would gain help. She looked up a sexologist in the phone book and ran across a name that she thought she could trust. Jack Jason. She went to see Mr. Jason and he acted very formal and cold.
"Won't you come in?" he nodded as she entered.
"I am Alice Turner," she said. "I had an appointment for ten minutes from now."
"You're not only punctual, you're early," he said with a shrug. "That's good."
He ushered her in to his private consultation room and began firing questions at her.
"What is the nature of your problem, Miss Turner?"
"It's very personal," she said evasively.
"I'm afraid I can't help you unless you can be more specific than that," he told her frankly.
"All right," Alice looked up, "I might as well tell you. My problem is sex."
"Why is sex your problem?" he demanded.
"I'll tell you why," she told him, "it's because I can never get enough of it."
"Can anybody?" he laughed.
"I'm very serious," she told him as she continued. "And I hope that you will give me some good advice."
"I can give you plenty of good advice," he assured her, "but you are the one who'll have to put it to practical use."
"All right," she began, "I might as well tell you I'm attracted to young boys."
"There's nothing wrong with that," he told her, "that is, unless you follow through."
"That's just it," she emphasized, "I follow through."
"You mean you've carried on sexually with minors?" he asked.
"Yes, but you don't need to be so blunt about it," she said looking away.
"It is a very serious thing to involve a child in sex," he said, "but I'm not here to condemn you. Rest assured my only interest is to cure you. It may take a series of consultations. But whatever it takes I'm prepared to give of myself and my knowledge to help you."
"Oh, Mr. Jason," she smiled, "I can't thank you enough."
"If you'd prefer lying down," he told her, "there's a couch over there."
"It might help me," she took up his offer.
As she continued talking she noticed that Mr. Jason was not acting very professional.
"Continue telling me your sex stories," he told her. "You don't mind if I jack-off while you talk, do you?"
"Not at all," she said smugly, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.
It wasn't too big and it wasn't too small. It was a medium size she calculated as she glanced down at his crotch. Mr. Jason pulled on his penis and then he reached in for his balls.
"Might as well let it all hang out," he told her.
He was pumping hard on his penis and tugging on his balls and enjoying himself.
"Now go right on, dear," he told her, "and tell me what you've done."
"When I find a young boy that I'm crazy about," Alice continued, "I'll do anything for him."
She noticed that this caught the fancy of Mr. Jason and he was pumping harder on his penis.
"Do you suck cock?" he asked quietly. "Yes," she replied.
"Do you swallow the stuff?" he asked as he pumped harder.
"I am crazy about sperm," she told him, "and I never spit it out. I need seed."
"That's nice," he told her, "continue please, my dear."
"All right," she agreed, "I must admit that I enjoy having my pussy eaten. I find myself looking for a man with a long tongue."
Immediately Mr. Jason opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue.
"How does this strike you for size?" he said, his eyes lighting up.
"Not bad," she told him, "you're getting me so horny I'm juicing."
"Want me to taste you?" he smiled as his hand continued jerking on his penis.
"If you want to," she said nervously as she reached in her purse and pulled out her pussy jelly kit she bought from Marvel de Gaston.
"What's that you have there?" he asked curiously as he bend over to look at what she was holding in her hand.
Never taking his hand off his cock he continued jerking as he licked his lips excitedly.
"My pussy jelly kit," she told him. "If you want to have sex with me I will give you your favorite flavor."
He examined the kit and chose champagne.
"Naturally I'd choose that," he chuckled, "because I'm an alcoholic Listening to all of these women tell me their stories is enough to drive any man to drink, if you know what I mean."
"I understand," Alice said as she did a slow strip.
When she was totally nude she inserted the tube into her vagina and squeezed.
"Champagne it is," she nodded.
Mr. Jason was only too eager to demonstrate his talented tongue.
"Now, my dear," he said as he gripped her ass cheeks, "I'll just slip my tongue in your slit and you can rate me."
"Rate you?" she asked curiously. "What do you mean, Mr. Jason?"
"I have my pussy-eating rating scale report," he winked. "It will let you chart my performance on a graph. I've had some remarkable women here and they have been very pleased with my tongue performance."
"I'm sure you're incredible," she said as she felt his tongue slide in her slit. He wiggled it around and jabbed it back and forth. Reaching down she guided him.
"You've got a lot of power in your tongue," she told him, "apparently you get a lot of exercise here."
Pulling his tongue out of her vagina he admitted, "Yes. A lot of women need to have their pussies eaten. They come here when they can't get their husbands to take care of them. Sometimes I feel as though I'm nothing but a male hustler."
"Don't think that way," she told him, "just remember that you're bringing a lot of pleasure to women with your tongue. Now start eating my pussy again."
Returning to her vagina he flipped his tongue in every direction. She was happy that he was enjoying himself so much.
"Suck it," she told him, "that's the way you do it. Suck my twat."
He was giving her vagina a workout.
"Beautiful," she told him. "Oh, baby, you really know how to turn on."
He loved the taste of her and kept his tongue whipping around until he had completed the act.
Once he had finished he got to his feet.
"Now, my dear," he told her, "it's time for you to service me."
He was totally nude and he decided he would give her a tantalizing taste treat.
"I always like to coat my asshole with honey," he told her, "so you will get the golden goodness when you suck me."
"What a nice thing to do, Mr. Jason," she smiled.
Once she had him on the couch she used the honey over his behind. Not only did she spray the honey from the plastic container over his ass cheeks, but when he parted his ass crack she slid the nozzle up his asshole.
"Squeeze it," he told her, "you'll love licking it."
When she had finished fixing him she put the honey container aside.
"Lick my sweet ass," he smiled as he looked back to watch.
Alice Turner went to town with her tongue. She did a magnificent job of licking quickly all around his ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, "you sure know how to lick-ass."
Pulling off a moment Alice retorted, "I know how to suck ass, too."
"I'll just bet you do," he nodded as he watched her pulling his ass cheeks apart.
Alice's tongue slid up his rectum. She jabbed it this way and that. He wiggled.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's how you do it. Oh, baby, suck ass. Come on, sweetheart, suck my honey asshole."
The honey tasted good to her. She let her tongue slip all the way up his asshole until his balls tingled with excitement.
"You'd better stop sucking my ass," he warned her, "because I'm gonna juice in a minute."
Pulling her tongue from his asshole she watched him turn over. Proudly he displayed his pulsating penis for her view.
"This is what I call a nice thing to suck on," he smiled.
Gripping his shaft she lightly let her tongue lick up the underside. Tantalizingly she teased the glans portion of his penis.
"Suck me," he insisted, "come on, sweetheart, suck that big juicy prick."
Her head moved from the top of his shaft to the base. She played with his ass cheeks while she sucked on his prick.
"Eat it," he commanded, "that's what I want you to do, sweetheart. Eat my big juicy prick. Suck, baby, suck. Come on, sweetheart, suck that cock off."
He couldn't stand it any longer. The hot sperm splashed down her throat.
"I'm cumming," he exclaimed, "oh, baby, I'm there. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
He was really turned on. As the hot sperm splashed down her throat she gulped.
When she finally did pull off she had great respect for Mr. Jason.
"Oh, Mr. Jason," she told him, "you don't know what you've done for me."
"You've drained me," he chuckled.
"I know I did that," she said, "it's a compulsive habit. I guess I'm hooked on sperm."
"Honey, you're hooked on sex," he told her, "you really are. I've never seen a woman carry on like the way you do."
"I guess that's really saying something, considering your position and all," Alice shrugged. "What am I going to do?"
"You're going to go on fucking everybody in sight the rest of your life," he told her, "and I don't think there's much you can do about it. You're a sexual compulsive."
"Am I?" she asked earnestly.
"Unfortunately that's what you are," he insisted, "you don't mean to be, baby. But that's the way it is."
"Maybe you're right," she said, "maybe I should quit teaching."
"Oh my gosh," he exclaimed, "what in the world could you teach?"
"Ancient history," she replied.
"There's one area of ancient history that you would be superb in," he chuckled. "The orgies. Those old Romans knew how to have a good time with their bodies, didn't they?"
"I'm not much of an orgy girl," Alice insisted, "I'm a one-on-one girl."
"You'll get over that quick enough once you go to a party where men are going ape over you," he told her. "I had a client who never could be happy unless she had three men. One for each hole."
"That would be exciting," Alice admitted.
"If you want me to give you some names of men who like to swing that way, I would be happy to. It isn't that I provide a regular service or anything, but I like to spread cheer where I can."
"You're so thoughtful," she told him gratefully.
He went to his file and brought out three names for her.
"These three men are crazy about having sex with one woman," he told her. "They're well-to-do men. And they'll pay you well."
"But I don't do it for the money," Alice insisted. "I do it for the pleasure."
"That may be true," he admitted candidly, "but they would never believe it. So it's better if you make them pay when they play."
"Why do people have to be so morbidly materialistic?" she asked.
"That's the way the world is," he told her. "People don't seem to understand the sensitive nature of a woman like you who just enjoys being balled. They always figure she's got an angle."
"I have no angles," Alice said sadly. "I'm an open book. Anybody can read me."
"That's what I'm worried about," Mr. Jason told her. "I'm afraid that your principal and some of the faculty have read you. I'm afraid that you are considered a dangerous female."
"Dangerous?" she shuddered, "why on earth would I be dangerous?"
"An oversexed woman is a dangerous threat wherever she exists," Mr. Jason shook his head. "I've dealt with too many who've come through my office. They'll never leave me alone. They insist on sucking on my cock until I'm fearful that they will suck the damn thing off."
"You poor soul," she told him, "how you suffer. And you suffer so beautifully."
"I think you're making light of a serious matter," Mr. Jason said as he put his shorts back on.
Pulling back on his pants and getting into his shirt he hastily scrawled out a bill and handed it to her.
"You don't mean you're going to charge me, do you?" she shuddered.
"Of course I am," he told her, "and I have every right to. I've given you good advice. You forced me to have sex with you."
At this point Alice Turner was so angry that she didn't know what to do. She threw the money at him, as she put on her panties, her bra and finished dressing.
"Take care," Mr. Jason called after her when she left.
When she got back to her apartment the phone was ringing. It was the principal. "I've got to see you as soon as possible," he said in a serious voice.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Alice asked evasively.
"I'm afraid not," he told her.
A meeting was arranged at a nearby coffee shop. With fear in her heart Alice Turner went to meet him.
When she got there the principal was sitting alone. She sat down beside him and he nodded. Immediately two vice officers appeared. And behind them was the girls' vice principal.
"We have signed confessions," he told her, "from two young boys who claim that you molested them."
"This is a serious charge," the girls' vice principal informed her. "Of course, your teaching career is over. Let's hope you don't have to spend too long in jail."
"Thanks for your concern," Alice said, "of course the signed statements are lies."
"You can tell it to the judge," the vice officer told her.
Alice shuddered as she walked out of the restaurant with all eyes focused on her. Bitterly she wept as she was booked at the downtown jail.
When she was alone in her cell she had time to think about what she had done. Vainly she regretted what she had done in the past. But in the future she knew no teenage boys would be on her sex schedule. That was one thing the teacher had learned.