Chapter 2
Laurie stretched and smiled when she awakened the next morning. Jerry had already left for work, but she stayed in bed and relished her memories of the previous day.
She moved one hand under the covers and touched herself. Her pussy still throbbed from excitement. She had come! She had actually come!
Yawning, she snuggled down under the blanket and continued fondling her pussy. Dr.
Abel, Harry, had advised her to seek lovers of every persuasion. Young men, old men, even women. He told her to fuck anyone and everyone she met who appealed to her even slightly.
She tingled all over as she thought about the first man to give her an orgasm in two years. If only she could feel the same ecstasy with Jerry. She couldn't wait to try, but Harry had advised her to avoid sex with Jerry for a while. He thought she should have several affairs before she tried out her new sexuality with her husband.
Now she caressed her wet muff and thought about her plans for the day. Harry had insisted she fuck the first man she ran into. She giggled. It sounded crazy. What if the first man she ran into was a clergyman?
"Clergymen fuck," Harry had said. "They're men, after all."
The horny young wife rhythmically rubbed her fingers around her gash. "Don't bring yourself off," Harry had advised. "You may excite yourself, but don't come. You must get used to coming with a man. You must insist on having a cock inside you when you come."
She jumped off the bed, showered, and spent a long time lotioning and powdering her body.
She selected her tightest jeans and pulled them over her ass. They fit like a second skin.
Then she slipped into a tight sweater. It had a high neck, but it revealed her tits and even her nipples. "Dress like a woman who loves to fuck," Harry had said. "Advertise what you've got."
She made up her face and piled her hair on top of her head, holding it there with a black velvet ribbon. She searched her closet for a pair of high heeled mules. When she surveyed her image in the mirror, she saw a ripe looking woman with hot eyes. She was ready for the hunt.
Downstairs in the kitchen, she looked out the window and saw Buddy Moore, the teenage boy who did odd jobs around the neighborhood. She had forgotten he was trimming her bushes this morning, but now she trembled when she gazed at him.
But he's only a kid, she thought. Her heart pounded. Harry had said the first man or woman or boy who appealed to her. Buddy appeals to me, she thought. She grinned and thrust her tits out. Thanks, Harry. Buddy appeals to me.
She walked out the door and waved at the boy. He was naked from the waist up and his firm young muscles looked taut as he trimmed the hedges near the house.
"Don't work too hard," she said, her high heels clicking as she approached him.
"That's what you're paying me for," he said, ogling her prominent tits.
She deliberately turned around to show him her ass. When she strutted past him and then turned, she saw him eyeing her.
She sat down on a chaise lounge she used for sunbathing and closed her eyes. She wriggled her ass and opened her eyes to watch the teenager.
"It's hot," he said, wiping his forehead on his arm.
The itch between her legs made her bold. "As I said," she smiled, "don't work too hard. Save your energy for more fun things."
He gazed at her strangely. She colored and then pretended to doze off. It was against her nature to be aggressive, but Harry told her if she wanted to be fulfilled she had to stop being so timid.
Fifteen minutes later Buddy was finished trimming the hedges. She called him over, her eyes riveted to the mass between his legs.
"I know we just hired you to do the bushes today, but do you have a few more minutes to spare?"
"This is the only job I have today." He wiped his sweaty forehead again and shifted from one foot to the other.
She made room for him on her lounge. "Sit down and rest a minute. The lawn can use a little trimming."
"Sure, thanks." He seemed to be making a determined effort not to stare at her tits.
She deliberately rested her foot on his thigh as they chatted. She willed herself not to be nervous and told herself she was doing it for Jerry as she flirted outrageously with the boy.
"I guess a good-looking boy like you isn't a virgin," she said.
He spent the next five minutes swearing he'd fucked every girl in his class. She knew he was exaggerating, but she also knew he was getting her message.
"Well, I'm going in the house now," she said, stretching, and in the process shoving her tits in his face. "Want to join me for some lunch before you tackle the lawn?"
"Sure," he said, following on her heels as she tottered into the house.
Once they were in the house she became more bold. She started flirting with him. He responded quickly and with obvious eagerness. He's not a novice, she thought. She kissed his cheek and pulled back to look at his face.
"Listen, I feel sexy today," she said, pressing up against him again. "You must think I'm terrible, but I'd rather you skip the lawn and make love to me."
Harry had advised that she be frank about her sexual needs, but Buddy's eagerness suddenly disappeared.
"Jesus, Mrs. Stanford," he said. "Jesus."
Laurie knew if she backed down she was lost. "You don't get too many invitations like that. I know you don't. For God's sake, take my clothes off and make love to me. I won't bite, unless you want me to."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
She giggled and he grinned and the ice was broken. She didn't wait for him to undress her. She realized he was too young for certain subtleties so she yanked her zipper down and pushed her skin-tight jeans down her hips. Since she wore no panties her cunt-bush was exposed and the boy stared at it with hot eyes.
She remembered Harry's words as she ran her fingernails through her beaver. "Come here and kiss me," she said. The boy took two steps and stood still. She pushed up against him and kissed him. He groaned when she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
"Don't be frightened," she said. "We're going to have a good fuck. I love fucking, don't you?"
Harry had told her to use the words. Well, she was using them. She could tell by the boy's expression that her aggressiveness turned him on. It was working! Thank God for Harry.
"Kiss me!" she hissed, rubbing up against his crotch. "I'll bet your cock is hard. Mmmmm, I can feel it. Take your clothes off and fuck me." Her hands roamed over his damp, almost hairless chest. "You kiss good, Buddy. Give me your tongue again."
He groaned as she devoured him. Harry had told her to take the initiative. After the first few minutes she began enjoying it. She felt powerful and in charge of her own life for the first time in years.
"Just let me get these off," she said, slipping out of her jeans and standing before him naked from the waist down. "Now you," she purred, crouching down and unzipping his fly.
When he was naked, she glanced at his prick and smiled happily. His cock was man-sized and already quite hard-looking. He blushed as she stared, so she took him into the den and opened the sofa-bed. "Lie down there and let me finish undressing," she said.
As she pulled her sweater over her head, she thought about Harry. He'd be proud of me, she thought. It's only twenty-four hours since my first treatment and already I'm having my first affair.
Buddy tried unsuccessfully not to stare as she undressed. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed next to the teenager and ruffled his hair. "What's the matter?" she smiled. "Nervous?"
She reached for his prick, which had deflated slightly. "Yeah, a little," he said.
"I can take care of that," she said, squeezing his prick and fondling the knob. "You just leave everything to me."
The big drop of whitish fluid oozing from the tip made her mouth water. Leaning closer, she inhaled his boyish fragrance. Feeling faint, she slowly moved her head down.
She remembered Harry's words. You'll want to put your face into a man's cock-bush when you're healthier.
That's what I'm doing now, she thought. My face is pressed against Buddy's cock-bush. Oh, God, it's working! It's working!
"Are you going to suck it?" Buddy said.
"I . . . uh . . . think so."
"What are you waiting for?" The teenager gazed down at her. "You look scared."
"No, I'm just excited. Oh, my, you smell good. I'll bet you taste good too. Let me touch you here and here. Oh, yes, that feels good."
The boy groaned as he lay his head on the pillow. The overheated young wife stroked and fondled and licked his prick lightly.
She gave no thought to Jerry or her marriage and even momentarily forgot Dr. Abel. "Don't squirm around so," she said.
The teenager wriggled his hips, thrusting his prick forward toward her mouth. "I can't help it."
"Oh, God!" Laurie lifted his prick and moved her face down to lick his balls.
Buddy tilted his ass back and grabbed her hair. "Jesus, you're driving me crazy."
Laurie's breathing was ragged as she peppered his cock-bush with kisses. "What do you think you're doing to me?"
"Jesus, your tongue!" he yelped.
"Mmmmmm," she mumbled, swirling her tongue into the youngster's asscrack.
"Jesus, you're licking my asshole!"
She lashed her tongue back and forth over his shitter. If only he would stop talking so much!
"You're making me come. Jesus, I don't know ..."
No longer thinking, Laurie moved her tongue from his asshole to his crotch and sucked hard on his cockhead. When he lurched forward, his cock soared into her mouth.
By now her cunt was on fire. She knew when they fucked she would come. She was doing everything Harry told her to do. She was concentrating on feeling and not censoring herself.
Grabbing his prick in her hand, she controlled the sucking. Now she sucked his knob gently while she stroked the shaft and root. When he started coming, she was ready. Tilting her head back, she let the globs of spunk accumulate in her mouth.
The boy groaned continually as he filled her mouth with jism. By now her pussy was sopping wet and hot. All the while Buddy had been gasping and wiggling around. Now as she held her lips around his dwindling cock he seemed to relax.
"I'm going to make it hard again," she said, tossing her hair back. "You are?"
"Wait a minute." On an impulse she straddled him and held his prick inside her cuntlips.
Shifting forward, she rubbed up against him.
"Are you coming?" he croaked.
Rubbing wildly, tits wobbling, she nodded her head. "I think so." She bit her Up and began thrashing around. "Yes, I'm coming! Oh, yes! Oh, Buddy!"
Her orgasm took her breath away and she remained excited when it was over. But I came, she thought. Harry, I love you! Laughing happily, she crouched down and once more closed her lips around Buddy's cockhead.
"Buddy, I came," she breathed, her mouth working convulsively on his cock. "I came, Buddy. I came."
The boy gazed at her with frightened eyes, but she didn't care. She laughed and cried as she licked his balls. She had come and his cock hadn't been in her, but just touching her. Oh, Harry, you're wonderful!
Now she made the teenager get on top of her. He protested, but she insisted. "Just touch your cock here." She pointed at her clit.
He mounted her awkwardly. "But you said you were gonna make it hard again."
"I'll make it hard with my pussy," she said.
In the end she had to guide his prick to her cunthole. When his cockhead was lodged inside her pussy, she spasmed and came again.
She cried out, heaving her hips and forcing the teenager's cock into her snatch. She grabbed his ass and slashed his flesh with her fingernails.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
She threw her arms and legs around him as his cock plunged deep inside her. With every thrust his cock stiffened. She gyrated so wildly they almost fell off the bed.
"Fuck!" she yelled again and again as his cock drilled into her belly.
At one point she pushed him over and rolled on top of him. Now she was able to take his cock more deeply inside her. She dropped her tits over his face and ground her cunt around his prick.
"Oh, lover, you're fucking me so good," she whispered. "Oh, lover, you're making me come again! Oh, God, I'm coming again!"
The young wife was almost out of her mind with excitement. So many orgasms and each one so intense. And it was all due to Harry and his advice. .
"I'm gonna come soon, Mrs. Stanford."
The sound of her married name brought Laurie back to reality. She glanced down at the teenager. He looked so young and vulnerable.
She threw her head back and laughed. She squeezed his prick with her cunt and leaned over to kiss him.
"I'm ready whenever you are."
"Can I get on top?"
"Yes, yes, get on top."
Once he rolled on top of her, she wrapped her legs around his back and welcomed him into the saddle. "Now, slow and easy," she said as he thrust his prick into her.
"Can't," he muttered.
"Yes, hard!" she wailed. "Fuck me hard!"
All that mattered was that she come. And when they were through his cock was still hard. Harry had told her teenage boys had incredible lasting power and Harry was right.
Jism gushed from her cunt as she rose up and staggered to the bathroom. Buddy followed her and she let him pee between her legs as she sat on the toilet.
He seemed to have gained confidence in the course of a few hours. When he was through peeing, she took his prick into her mouth and licked it clean.
They laughed and played like two children. It wasn't until she glanced at the time that she realized she had to fix dinner. That realization brought her back to reality with a jolt.
She left Buddy downstairs while she went up to dress. When she returned, she averted her eyes as she paid him for the work he had done on the bushes.
He cleared his throat. "Can we do this again sometime?" he said.
"Yes," she breathed, touching his hair.
She hadn't bothered with underwear, but had just slipped into a robe. Her tits jostled as they walked to the door. She opened and then closed it.
"I don't want you to go," she said.
His eyes bore into her tits. "I don't have to."
Her eyes automatically went to his crotch. "That thing's not hard again, is it?"
He snickered. "Yeah, sure it is."
She linked her arm in his and guided him into the living room. Just as Harry said, she felt no guilt. She was doing it for Jerry and her marriage.
"Kiss me," she said, lying down on the sofa and holding her arms out. "Don't undress. Just take your cock out and get on top of me."
She watched the teenager yank his zipper down. When his cock was out, he joined her on the sofa and they embraced.
It was so easy once you knew how. Harry was a remarkable psychologist. In just one session she had learned so much. She was grateful and happy. Her thoughts were jumbled. Coming again too. Finger. Oh, yes, finger my clit. Keep doing that. Keep doing that there. Oh, God, coming so good! Jerry, I'm doing it for you."