Chapter 4
As he always did, Bob Foy helped Irene Benson to get into her clothes. It didn't take long and it gave the scene an intimacy which was part of his treatment. Women who came to marriage counselors usually needed attention.
It also gave him another chance to kiss around her lovely, fragrant pussy, but only as a parting gesture.
She balanced herself by resting her hand lightly on his head, smiling at her own thoughts. When he kissed deep into the blonde tangle of hair just at the edge of her thick cunt flaps, she shuddered in uncontrollable bliss. Her ties to the earth and to the sweet demands of her body never seemed so strong and perfect as just after a rousing fuck.
"I love you so, Bobby-boy," she whispered, thrusting her crotch at his flushed face. "My dashing, dignified-healer! Little boy lover at mama's feet, licking mama's twat! Oh, how I wish I could just open it up and suck you right up into it!"
He pinched her ass playfully, getting a big handful of smooth skin and soft muscularity. "You must've cum a bucketful," he grinned at her. "Of course, part of that's mine."
The woman giggled like a schoolgirl. "Except what that nice Miss Linden wormed out of me with her tongue," she said. "Goodness! I never realized she was such a sweet little girl."
"She's a red-blooded human being, all right," Robert acknowledged. "As a friend of the family and as her adviser, I've been trying to diffuse her interest in sex. I've gotten her into a lot of other interests."
"But not entirely out of sex, thank goodness," Irene laughed. "She's adorable.--likes it any way, you said. Well, so do I! But in a community like this! No wonder Sonny and I got into a rut."
"Glad you did," Bob chuckled. "Otherwise, what'd I be doing now?"
She squeezed his face in one of her hands. "You'd be fucking someone else," she said.
She picked up her bag and got out her check book. As she wrote a check in Bob Foy's favor for thirty-five dollars, he got up and held his arm around her, pulling up her dress, absently fingering her smooth, warm ass.
He did not dress at once after Irene had left but went into his private consultation room. Terry was standing at one of his files.
Not a hair was out of place, but she was still naked from the brief, hot encounter with the older woman. Her firm titties were boldly out-thrust, their nipples swollen from her heat. She smiled at Foy, and he came up behind her. For a long moment he held her against him, his half-hard cock resting between the lush young cheeks of her ass. He could feel the humidity in that toothsome crevice and his big tool throbbed. His hands gripped her gorgeously molded titties, squeezing them so hard that they seemed ready to burst out between his fingers.
When he released her, she whirled and threw her arms around his neck, sagging all her loveliness of warm body against him. "Oh, Uncle Bob!" she whispered. "You're so wonderful! So kind to me! I feel like a cheap little thief, taking any pay from you!"
He gave her a quick feel deep into her flaring cunt lips, loving the slickness of her puffed out hole. "Nonsense," he replied kindly. "I need an office girl. Have to have one. Where could I find one so qualified as you? As understanding?"
He loved the way she called him "Uncle Bob." Sometimes, in moments of unusual stress or excitement, she called him "Daddy Bob." That was marvelous, too, but it showed she was not adjusting to reality quite as well as he wanted her to. After all, she had a father. And a very nice one, Bob had always thought.
The young girl stood close to him, so close he believed he could feel the warmth from her body. Her hand reached out, such a soft and juvenile little hand. It touched his belly and drifted down until she had hold of his cock. Absently, she squeezed it and rolled the pink foreskin back. She gave an abrupt little cry and dropped to her knees.
"Oh, Uncle Bob!" she trilled in high glee. "I think I feel some cum on it! May I?"
His mouth drooled as he thought of her beautiful young pussy. It was already so full of heat and hot girl juice. If he let her clean his cock, it would overflow. He backed away, letting her maintain her warm grip on his cock. When he got to his big chair he sat down and spread his thighs.
The taffy-haired little charmer with the green eyes and the freckles on her shoulders and tits looked up at him in adoration. She licked her lips. Her lovely breasts seemed to swell with inner warmth as she gently lifted his swelling cock to her lips.
"Oh, Daddy Bob!" she cried, "I could almost cry when you let me clean up your dick! Oh, I love you so!"
In spite of his condition, he felt life in his cock. It bothered him because of what he had to do tonight.
"Uncle Bob' please, Terry," he chided her gently. "Remember, we're trying to get you untangled from salacious thoughts toward your father. Ooohh!" he groaned as she sucked on his cock. "How sweet that feels! You're a real wonder!"
He drew his thighs together, holding the girl's smooth young body, crowding her full pear-shaped breasts together. She snuggled forward and lifted the lovely titties onto his thighs, still gently mouthing his prick. When she stopped and looked up at him, her cheeks were flushed.
"This is why I don't think you should pay me," she whispered. "Think of all the treatment I get for free! In some way, you're straightening me out every day! Can't I call you Daddy Bob part of the time? At least when we're, uh, like this?"
He put his hands under her bewitchingly girlish tits and squeezed them as he had a few moments before. "Get up, Terry," he ordered, "and lie on my desk."
The girl leaped to her feet, squealing in delight. Her lovely ass, small but fully rounded, jiggled as she pranced to the wide desk. As she bent over to move his desk blotter and other paraphernalia, Bob could see that wet slickness of her flowing young cunt. The light hair around the hole and up the thick lips was much darker since it was plastered down by her cunt-leakings. A fine network of cunt hairs had been stuck together by this leakage of pussy-goo.
When she got carefully on her back and lifted her legs, he pulled his chair close and she let her heels down on his shoulders. Her taut little body quivered like an eager dog ready to please its master.
She groaned and drummed her heels lightly on his back as he used his thumbs to part the thick lips of her pussy.
"Ooooh, Daddy Bob-I mean, Uncle Bob! Ooooh! I can't stand it!"
He looked at the inner lips he had exposed as he broke the seal of hairs held by her sticky cum fluids. They were flecked with small white curds of partly solidified girl-cum. There was a ripely beautiful smell to this open sex flower, and its succulent thick petals were dark with blood. He leaned close and sniffed appreciatively.
"You get more mature every day, my dear," he said. "But you must use control. Your father is very understanding. You know that. And your mother is sympathetic."
"Oh, please," the girl whimpered. "Don't lecture me."
"Hold tight," Foy said abruptly. "I'm going to suck you dry! Ooooooohhhh! That's delicious!"
He used all his strength to squeeze her twisting body in his arms, which were along her sides. His chin was on her belly, buried in the lush cunt hair. She could writhe but she could not shoot off into violent action as she came.
"Now, just a little more, my dear," he said kindly. "Remember, I still have five clients coming in today. And a big night tonight."
"I know," the girl groaned. "I appreciate it! But mama won't let daddy suck me any more. Please, get it out of me!"
He held her tightly, deeply enjoying the warmth and slickness and savor of her young cunt. It seemed to move on his sucking lips, to be actively trying to eat him. And he must have gotten almost a cupful of her delightfully gamy cunt squeezings.
When she at last stopped her hoarse screams and he helped her off the desk, she was wiping away tears. "It's so beautiful," she gasped. "You're so good!"
He dressed as she did, loving the play of her sweetly sculptured parts as she "got decent" as she called it.
She answered the phone. "Mister Foy's office. Good afternoon!" and said, "Oh, hi, Red! Sure, he's here! Your old lady just left. Hey, you know something? She's all right!"
She looked around with her hand over the phone's mouthpiece. Bob was looking at her severely. "I know," he said. "It's Sonny Benson. I'm expecting a call. But you-you've disappointed me, Terry!"
She handed him the phone and walked into the outer room. Her eyes were filled with tears, her face mutinous.
"Red was one of my heroes," she muttered to herself. "He helped me more than anyone." She kicked a hassock halfway across the office. "Fuck Uncle Bob!" she exclaimed.
She sat down and cautiously held her finger on the lighted button which indicated the line on which Foy talked. Very delicately, she lifted the receiver and released the button.
"-out of this world," she heard Red Benson's voice. "No trouble at all. And she licked me, Bob. But who in the hell is Adam? She called me Adam right while she was, I mean, in the middle of-oh, hell, Bob! You know what I mean."
Bob's answer was pat and easy. "I assume you mean while you two were fucking. Sonny, I just can't seem to get you to expand into the real world, can I?"
The other man laughed. "I held still pretty good for you banging my old lady," he said. "So if I choke on a word that's been taboo in my raising, what the hell? As long as we get the job done. But who is Adam?"
"Her brother." Foy's voice was crisp. "Three or perhaps more boys raped her when she was a kid. Thirteen."
The tawny-haired girl sat up straight, her mouth pursed into an O of concern.
And she's got a hungup over that? the girl thought. Oh, how awful for her! Not to like it! She let out a sigh of relief as Foy continued.
"She was never certain that her brother didn't fuck her," he said. "There's some sort of twist in her mind, some sadness or lack of fulfillment, that I can't uncover. That's why I'm so hopeful of this new therapy. You think you're the only guy in a rut with your wife! Balls! Look at me and Jan! And who can I go to ? "
"Yeah, I dig," the big TV man said. "Tough shit. Hey, I did like you said. I billed her for the service call. Thirty-five bucks. Seventeen-fifty for the minimum call, seventeen-fifty for the extra half-hour. I felt like a prick, after all that wonderful pussy."
Foy laughed easily. "Don't be silly. Of course you'll charge her for service. I charge Irene, you know."
"What about tonight?" Benson asked. Terry's brow knit as she pondered the sign-off to the conversation.
"That's different entirely," Foy said, using his professional crispness again. "Purely social. No therapy involved. No visible therapy, that is."
Terry squirmed on her leather chair, slipping in the oils from her generously pulsing cunt. Even the little she knew was enough to tug at her cum wires, strumming a hot little tune deep in her vagina. What was all this that was going on around her, stuff she didn't know about? She seemed always to be on the ragged edge of an excitement too great to bear. Leaping at Irene Benson's open cunt, slathered with Uncle Bob's cum. Laying her soft lips and lapping tongue around his cock. And getting only a couple of little old measly orgasms when he sucked her out.
"Ooooh! Oooooh!" She leaped up. The friction of the soft leather seat on her open pussy was too much. She leaned on the chair, helping the orgasm with her loving fingers. "Geez!" she muttered. "That feels good!" And then when she straightened up and saw herself in a mirror, she winked at herself and said, "Thanks! I needed that!"
She went back to the telephone extension and picked it up. She was horrified. They had finished their conversation. She had missed something important. But something worse-Bob would know she had been listening in. The telltale light button would be on.
Sullenly, like a child promised a punishment, she went back to the private office. Might as well have it over with. "I won't even call him Uncle Bob," she whispered to herself. "I won't even call him anything!"
But she got a surprise. Her adored employer was sitting at his big desk, grinning. "Well, what did you learn?" he asked her mockingly. "Did you get it all or do you need me to fill you in?"
A sense of being lost struck her like lightning. She moved toward him humbly, holding up her dress above her waist like a little girl, chewing on the hem. Her satiny young belly was smooth and round and inviting. The deep pile of tawny cunt hair spread over the blue-veined whiteness where her teeny bikini saved her twat from California sun. And a shine of clear juice smeared its careless way along the velvety hide of one thigh. She was sex incarnate. Young, hot-pants sex, too direct and hungry to demand subtlety. A boot in the ass or a painfully pinched tit would seem like a declaration of love. Bob Foy held out his arms and she came to him in a swirl of cunt perfume and warm girl-flesh.
"I don't care," the girl said. "You were mean to me! Red Benson was the first grown man who ever looked at my pussy! I know you don't like me calling grownups by their first names in the office. But he's like a father to me!"
Foy held her, his face smiling against her warm belly.
"You're long on fathers," he observed. For a moment he wished he had really been a doctor instead of a psychological social worker. Marriage counseling was rewarding and the pay wasn't too bad. But some problems-well, they didn't really bother him. But to be a doctor, an MD, and a real psychiatrist! Not necessarily to know all the answers, but to have the legal right to try to run them down!
"Oh, all right, dear," he said gently, kissing the warm skin near the girl's navel. "I don't see any real harm in fantasizing your father as a lover. Or getting his dick into you, if you can arrange, it. I'm just trying to get you to spread it around a bit. I thought today-well, when you went for Mrs. Benson like you did, that maybe we had an answer."
She had her soft arms around his head. "I'm terrible," she murmured. "Getting mad at you! I love you so much, and you're always kind and thoughtful." His hand was straying up and down in the warmth between her thighs. It turned her on. "You mean maybe I should try to make an accommodation with mama, just to give daddy some rest. Is that it?" She giggled in a high voice. "Hot damn! Mama would jump out of her skin if I dived into her muff. But man, she's got one! A beauty!"
She rolled a lock of his hair in her fingers, thinking.
"You've got to tell me something," she said. "You want to know what Sonny and Irene and
Janet and I are up to, don't you?" he asked.
"No," the girl replied. "I know what that is. What I want to know is this. Did Janet ever find out if her brother fucked her? And did he do it again, afterward? Ohhh!" she whimpered, wiggling her firm young butt. "It's making me leak again, just to think of it!"
Foy was deeply pleased to feel his cock hardening. After a pretty good go with that delightful Irene Benson, too! He wanted so much to be at his best tonight.
He ran his hand fondly over the global perfection of this child-woman's ass. Wonderful skin! So warm, so smooth!
"She never knew for sure," he said. "It's a long story. I'll tell you some day when things are quiet."
She hugged him and jumped up and down. She picked up his hand and rubbed it deep and hard in her pussy. "I'm cumming!" she hissed, waggling her body and panting. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh, Daddy Bob, it's so good!"
He held her while the spasm passed, his heart tender. Sweet child, to have such a bounty of sexuality! Lucky, lucky, lucky! If she didn't fuck herself into a mental hospital.
When she stopped pumping her body against him, he let her go. "What do you mean, my dear? You know what Sonny and I are planning? How could you?"
She bent and kissed him, open mouthed. Her warm saliva was sweet to the taste. She was marvelous in every respect. He looked at her and listened as she spoke.
"Why, silly, that's easy! You're going to swap wives!"