Chapter 4
"I have to tell you just how I feel," Millicent Mills said, as she sat in front of her morning group of women. However, as she spoke, she was really directing her words toward one person, and they all knew who it was.
Debbie Walsh felt a little uncomfortable, because as soon as the group had started, Millicent had asked her if she had told her husband about her affair.
Debbie had been too embarrassed to answer, so Carol had answered for her. And now, Millicent was ready to tell how she felt.
"You girls know that I try to be honest with all of you, and that's why I have to tell you how I feel. You can understand that now, can't you, Debbie?"
"Yes," Debbie said, looking down at the floor.
Usually, she always looked directly into Millicent's eyes because the woman was just so incredibly attractive. Debbie thought that she had a mellow, pleasant face.
But she could tell from Millicent's tone of voice that this was not a time to look at her.
"I'm just disappointed, that's all," Millicent said, and it was only then that Debbie looked up and smiled. Millicent smiled back. "I bet you thought that I was going to be very pissed off at you. I bet you thought that I was going to suggest we lash you or something, right?"
"I didn't know what you'd do," Debbie said, smiling. "But I knew you would be disappointed, and I'm sorry about it. I respect you so much, and I want to do things that will please you. I've learned a lot since I've been here, and I only wish that I could have had the nerve. I only wish..."
But Debbie was so upset that she couldn't finish talking. Instead, she burst into tears, and when Millicent Mills saw that happening, she stood up and walked right over to Debbie. She lifted the girl's chin so that she was starting right into her eyes.
"Now, now, Debbie, this is nothing for you to cry over. No one is hurt because of what you did, except possibly yourself. For you know that the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be to tell him."
"I know that, but I was thinking of...."
Millicent interrupted her, abruptly.
"You don't even have to tell me what you've been thinking of. I've heard this story a hundred times before. You've been thinking of ending your affair with that heavenly postman, haven't you?" Debbie nodded her head yes. "Well, Deb, who do you think would suffer for that? You've told us about all the sexual pleasure you feel when he's fucking you with that divine cock of his."
There was a murmur among the other women who were sitting around on the floor, as there always was when Millicent started to talk about cocks.
Sometimes, the brown-haired woman thought, she suspected that a lot of the women who took the course just took it so they could hear some dirty talk. For there was always some dirty talk, since one of the main goals of her group was to make her women come to grips with their sexuality.
"Now, do you really want to give up that cock?" Millicent asked.
"No," Debbie said, smiling again. "In fact, I was thinking that it might even be nice to try someone else. I haven't given it too much thought, but if one different cock turns me on, then a newer one will, too."
"Provided that the man is a good fucker," Millicent said. "You have to remember that, you know. Now, we've decided that you should tell your husband, right?"
"Yes."
"So forget all that talk about breaking it off. That would go against what you want, and why should you go against what you want because of a man? Most women tend to give up thing they really want and suppress feelings they really feel because of a man, and I'm trying to end all that. Besides, let's not forget that your husband still cheats on you. We all know that."
Millicent thought about Debbie's husband.
The only way the group knew that he cheated on her was because of the things that Carol Barth had said about seeing him in the restaurant with another woman and moving his hands all over her tits.
When Millicent had heard that the woman was a redhead, she had started to think about Stella Day, one of the girls in her night group.
Stella was a secretary, and she kept talking about her boss, whom she had been fucking for the last few years. She had never told his last name, although she called him Mickey, all the time.
The day after Millicent had heard about Debbie's husband, she questioned Stella a little bit more at her session. Of course, since this was a private matter which had very little to do with the group itself, she had pulled Stella aside to question her.
"I'm just tossing shit to the wind," Millicent had said, "but this boss of yours who's named Mickey, well, his last name wouldn't happen to be Walsh, would it?"
Stella didn't even have to answer, for Millicent could tell by the look on her face that it certainly was.
"Why did you ask me that?" Stella Day said to her.
"Just out of personal curiosity, my dear. Now there's no-reason for you to get upset. If you didn't know me too well, you could think that I'd want to blackmail Mickey Walsh. But we both know better than that. I just have a friend of a friend. You know how things like that work their way out."
"I know," Stella had said to Millicent. "And it's really this affair which is getting to me. I'm not sure if I can handle it."
Millicent wanted to laugh when she thought about Stella and Mickey and Debbie. Perhaps, she thought, a threesome might be the solution for all of them.
However, because of her professional secrecy, Debbie didn't know about Stella and Stella didn't know about Debbie. She didn't think it proper to inform each other, either.
Millicent ran her fingers through her soft brown hair as she looked over at Debbie. The black-haired woman looked a little uncomfortable, and Millicent knew that the best way to deal with someone was when they were as uncomfortable as this. Usually, it meant their defenses were down, so it was easy to attack.
"You do know that your husband is still having affairs, don't you?" she asked Debbie, lashing her words out so they stung. "You do know, right?"
Debbie moved her lips, as if to say yes. Only the. words didn't come out, and her lip trembled. She bit it to keep from crying.
"If you know so, say so," Millicent went on. "Somehow, you always seem to not mind sitting there and listening to other people say it. However, I can't remember the last time when I heard you say it yourself. Go on, Debbie. Say it."
Debbie's lower lip was trembling more and more, and she looked like she was ready to burst into tears any second.
"Say it," Millicent insisted, and soon the whole circle of women were repeating those words, almost in a chant.
The only one who was silent was Carol Barth, who sat next to her friend. Carol was becoming more and more outraged at the treatment toward Debbie, and finally, she couldn't hold in what she was feeling.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, would you all shut your fucking mouths!! What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see that this girl is hurting? Can't you see that? So what the fuck is wrong with her not saying it?"
The circle of women had quieted down, and only Millicent seemed like she was strong enough to take on Carol. She had to be. After all, it was her group.
"That's a noble gesture, Carol," she said. "But do you think I'm just doing this for fun? Do you think I like doing this? I'm doing it to help Debbie Walsh come to grips with the reality around her. I bet that if she admitted it to herself, she wouldn't feel as guilty as she does about having an affair. Not only that, but she might even be able to work up the strength to tell her husband."
Carol felt like such a fool. She knew that she should have realized that what Millicent did was strictly for therapy's sake.
"I'm sorry," she said, and she looked right at Debbie. "Deb, maybe it would be best if you just said it. I don't think I can remember you ever saying it, either. You always seem so quiet whenever it's brought up. Say it for me."
Debbie looked around the room and saw about ten pairs of eyes, staring right at her. They all seemed to intent on looking directly into her eyes and when she started to glance at each woman, one at a time, making direct eye contact, she could feel some kind of strength from them.
"Yes," she said. "I know that my husband has affairs."
Millicent started to applaud, and then she walked right over to Debbie and hugged her. The others seemed quite pleased, too.
"Fabulous, Debbie," the brown-haired group leader was saying. "You see. I know that you're going to be able to work everything out real soon. This is just a step in the right direction, and a big step at that."
Millicent stood up and walked to the small podium in the front of the room. The others all adjusted themselves on the floor so that they were all facing her now. The circle therapy was over, for it usually lasted for only the first half an hour of the meeting. The second half an hour was always devoted to one of Millicent's lectures, or a practical demonstration of something or other.
One week, Millicent had had a male friend of hers come over to talk about his body and what exactly turned him on. He was naked, of course, and all the women got off on watching him gradually get aroused as he spoke.
Then, Millicent got to suck him off in front of the others while the man told her just what to do to make him come better.
Millicent knew that the women had loved that meeting more than any of the others, however, that had thus far been the only one like that. Other demonstrations involved different kinds of birth control methods and a couple of films.
As Millicent looked over the group of women in front of her, all sizes and shapes, she started to wonder if they were really ready for what she had in mind that day. They had all been in the group for about three months and she usually waited a little longer with other groups before doing what she had planned.
However, Millicent had been thinking that this particular group was far enough along to do something like that.
"Girls, today I think we're going to try something that I hope turns you all on. Some of you may get a little offended when I first tell you about it, and some of you might even want to walk out. I advise against it, because, as I hope you've grown to learn over our time together, I am always trying to do everything in your best interest.
"Now, what I have in mind for us today is lesbian encounters. Now wait, girls, I can see some of you are fidgeting. Just sit still.
"I want to explain what I'm trying to get out of all this in a few words. Now many of you don't seem to enjoy your sex life. I'm not saying it's because your husband is a bad lover, although, that might be the case. Some people don't like sex, and that's really all there is to it.
"As far as I'm concerned, there are many women who never reach their peak orgasm. A woman can usually have a fabulous orgasm, where she feels her whole mind, body and soul getting into the pleasure of it. Most women are usually too scared to tell a husband if it's not working right, and so, they sacrifice the pleasure of their orgasm so the husband can have a better one.
"It is my belief that if a woman is honest enough to say what she wants, she will reach that nirvana known as the ultimate orgasm. I sometimes think that a woman can only be honest enough with another woman, and that's why I'd like you to pair up, chose a partner, and start stripping each other. Since there is an even number, I will just walk around and see what's going on, and, if there's anything to be added, I will feel quite free to do so. Come on, don't just sit there."
Debbie looked at all the other women. None of them seemed to be moving because, she thought, they were probably all too scared.
She was a little scared, too. However, she felt a hand touching hers, and when she turned to look, she could see that it was Carol.
Her blonde-haired friend was smiling at her, licking her lips at the same time.
"Remember the lie that you told Mickey last night?" Carol asked. "The one that I told you to tell him as a joke. The one about you and me making it."
"Yes," Debbie said, and she was beginning to smile.
"Well, Millicent seems to think that it's okay, so let's do it. This way you won't have to feel like you've lied."
With those words, Carol leaned over and kissed Debbie on the lips. Debbie opened her mouth and started to suck on her friend's tongue. As she did, Carol moved her fingers to Debbie's blouse and started to open the buttons slowly.
Debbie liked the way the kiss felt, and she found herself opening Carol's buttons, too. She wore a bra, but she was happy to feel that Carol didn't. She started to stroke Carol's stiff red nipples, quite hard, and Carol moaned softly.
She pushed Debbie back on the floor and pulled her bra down below her tits. She started to move her mouth down to one brown dart, and sucked it right between her lips. She bit the nipple gently with her lips and flicked it back and forth with her tongue. Debbie thrust her ass up off the floor as her cunt started to spasm lightly with anticipation. She wanted Carol to know that she didn't mind being eaten.
Carol seem to get the message because she started to push Debbie's slacks and panties down, baring the girl's black-haired pussy.
As soon as she did that, Carol spread Debbie's pussy lips with her fingers and then moved her mouth right down there. She was straddling Debbie's face, but hadn't given Debbie the time to pull her pants and panties down.
And once she started to flick Debbie's hard little clit back and forth, Debbie got so lost in the pleasures that she didn't even try to strip Carol. She was too content at having her cunt eaten, and still didn't know if she wanted to eat one anyway.
Debbie was moaning loud, so she hardly even heard Millicent approaching. But she did feel something near her head, and when she opened her eyes to look, she saw that Millicent's high black boot was inches from her face. She looked up at the brown-haired woman and saw how she was smiling.
"It's nice to see you getting into it so easily, Debbie," Millicent said. "But you're really not doing what's supposed to be done. Tell Carol what you like and what you don't like about what she's doing to you, and then she can improve."
"Oh, Millicent, but I love everything that she's doing."-
"That's too easy, Deb. There has to be something you'd really want."
Debbie could feel herself on the verge of a huge climax, and she closed her eyes again and started to thrust her hips up and down.
"Oh, Carol, bite my clit just a little harder. Don't use your teeth because they'll hurt me. I know they will. Oh, but use your lips and clamp them hard. Oh, yes, that's it, Carol, that's it, that's really it...."
Debbie's whole body started to sweat, and Millicent smiled to herself as the girl's face flushed with the oncoming orgasm. She thought that Debbie had a nice body, and it was wonderful to see her coming so hard.
Carol lapped the juices out of Debbie's cunt as her walls secreted them, and she was enjoying the flavor of pussy cream immensely. Somehow, she had known that she would love the taste of pussy because she had licked her own fingers quite often after an orgasm, and usually, she couldn't get enough of their sweet taste.
Debbie's pussy was sweeter than her own, she thought, and the more she ate her, the more she wanted. It was like a never-ending cycle, for as she licked all the cream off Debbie's pussy walls, she was making contact with her clit. Soon the girl was coming again, and Carol enjoyed a second rush of pussy cream.
Millicent could see how well the two women were getting along, so she didn't stay and watch them for too long. She knew that others needed more help, for there were still some women who were sitting around dressed.
There were two other couples engaged in some kind of foreplay, with their clothes partially open "so they could fondle tits and pussies. However, the other two couples were just touching each other's face, and they seemed too scared to do anything else.
Millicent walked over to Geri and Ellen, two older attractive women in the group. They were staring at each other, touching each other's faces.
"Come on girls, you can do better than that," she said, and she stooped down beside them. "How about baring some tit?"
Geri seemed to tremble when Millicent said that, and she was quite aware of the fact. So, as Geri continued to touch Ellen's face, Millicent moved her hands to the blonde girl's blouse and started to open the buttons slowly. It seemed to her as if Geri was losing herself in touching Ellen's face, just so she wouldn't have to face the reality of taking it any further.
Millicent pulled the girl's blouse off, then opened her bra from behind and slid it down her shoulders. She looked at Geri's small but firm tits. She could see how much the girl's pink nipples were swollen, and as she moved her hands to them, she cupped them both and started to massage the nipples with her palms.
Geri's body started to shiver a little bit more, and Millicent moved her mouth to the girl's ear, to lick and whisper at the same time.
"Come on, darling. Look how stiff those nipples of yours are. They feel so nice when I touch them, and I imagine that you're getting nice feelings from them. There's nothing to be scared of. Really there isn't. Just give yourself over to pleasure."
As she started to flick her tongue in and out of the girl's ear, she saw the way she was calming down. If Geri's tits were heaving up and down now, it was no longer because of fear, but rather, because of her steady rise in sexual pleasure.
Ellen, the other woman who was still touching the girl's face, smiled at her. Then, all of a sudden, Geri got so lost in her sexual passion that she shoved her ass up off the floor and ripped her skirt off.
She was wearing only panties, but she tugged at them fast. Then, she grabbed Ellen by her long brown hair and pulled her face right down to her cunt.
"Oh, yes, lick me," she started to moan. "Lick my pussy lips first because that always gets me hot with anticipation so that when you shove your tongue in I'll be all ready to come again and again."
Millicent moved around to the side so she could watch and continue to stroke Geri's nipples at the same time. She was quite happy with Geri for giving in so fast and getting into the pleasure of the stroking and touching.
"Oh God, you must work my clit," Geri started to moan, and Ellen stuck her tongue into the girl's cunt, felt around, then started to flick her clit back and forth. Geri began to thrust her cunt up and down at a nice, steady pace.
When Millicent was sure that Geri and Ellen were set, she walked over to the two other couples who had gotten into it.
The two couples were each involved in mutual pussy licking, and Millicent thought that was fabulous. One of the women had fiery red hair and a nice looking pussy that made Millicent's tongue salivate.
For the group leader considered herself strictly bi-sexual, and if a body looked good enough, man or woman, she was ready to take It on and lick it for hours.
Of course, Millicent preferred a good cock more than anything else, for she loved to fuck. She knew that when she was with a woman, the most she could hope for was oral sex. She had nothing against oral sex, but that usually made her pussy fill with a desire to have something thick and long inside, stretching her.
And she hated dildoes, too. She got off on dildoes, she knew, but she always thought that they were such a waste when a real fleshy cock, which also seemed to be hot inside a pussy, could do the job much better.
Millicent could understand why some women were dykes all the way, if they loved oral sex. But once, she had been with a dyke who had started to praise the virtues of a thick dildo, and she had left before anything got started because she just couldn't agree and tell the woman that a thick dildo was great.
As she watched the two'couples, however, she knew that they weren't achieving the results that she was looking for either.
"I hate to interrupt what looks like a terrific time," she said, standing between the two couples, "but even though I love sixty-nine as much as you all do, when you're into that, you really can't tell your partner how you're feeling and what you want her to do, can you? If both mouths are buried in cunt, how can you talk?"
Leslie, one of the women on top, pulled her mouth from Patty's cunt, then looked up at Millicent and smiled. Her chin was dripping with pussy juices and she lapped them up with her tongue before talking.
"I don't know if it's that necessary to tell the other person," she said. "I can tell what's happening with Patty's pussy as I lick it. It's pretty easy to tell what makes her respond just by how juicy she gets."
"Is it?" Millicent asked.
"Of course," Leslie said. "Before, I started to nibble on her clit, and I thought that her pussy was going to snap at me. Well, it didn't, but I knew then that she wasn't into that. So now, I've been licking."
"I have a sneaking suspicion that you've licked pussy before," Millicent said, reaching down and touching Leslie's cheek.
"You're right about that," Leslie said. "A few times."
"Well then, get back to it and enjoy," Millicent said. "I'm sorry that I even bothered to interrupt you. Have fun."
She winked at Leslie, and Leslie stuck her tongue out far, just before moving her mouth right back to Patty's pussy. She must have made excellent contact, for the minute her lips were clamped against Patty's pussy lips, the redhead thrust her ass up off the floor and then started to let out a long, steady moan.
Millicent looked back at the one other couple who were still only touching.
They looked hot.
Their names were Tillie and Jackie. Somehow, Millicent thought, she would have expected that neither one of them would get into it. For Tillie, she remembered, seemed to blush still, each time the words cock or cunt were mentioned. She would have a long way to go before even coming to grips with that.
And Jackie was unmarried, and even though she had never admitted to it, Millicent was sure that the girl was still a virgin.
The brown-haired sexy group leader walked over to the two of them and stooped down beside them. She touched both of them at the same time, stroking their hair.
"And what's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I just can't do it," Tillie said. "I've never touched a woman before. I don't think that I ever could. It's immoral."
Tillie had short red hair which Millicent thought was pretty soft. She stroked it a little harder, then touched the woman's ear.
"And how about you?" she said, turning to Jackie, a lithe brunette.
"Millicent, I don't want to let you down, but I don't want to be a dyke. I know that if I ever did anything like this, I'd be a dyke in the end."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Millicent said. "All you'd be doing is exploring your own sexual passions and what turns you on. You can imagine that Tillie is a man if that's the way it has to be for you."
"But I've never had a man before," Jackie said.
Millicent could see how hard it was for Jackie to finally say something like that, and she hugged the girl as tightly as she could. She started to stroke her tits at the same time, and she could hear how Jackie was starting to breathe heavier.
"That's nothing to be upset about, darling. There are lots of girls in your situation. However, since you did come to these meetings, it means you want help. Let me try and help you. It won't hurt. Just lay back. Tillie, stand over there and watch."
Millicent hadn't been planning to get herself involved in any kind of pussy action, but she knew now that the only way to help Jackie would be to do it herself. After all, she didn't think that she could send a novice like Tillie in to help the girl.
Millicent started to kiss Jackie's lips, pressing her tongue deep into the girl's mouth. Jackie sucked on her tongue, eagerly, and then Millicent started to move her mouth to the girl's ear. She licked her.
"Now," she whispered, "I'm going to start turning you on. If anything scares you, try to fight it. But, if anything thrills you and you want more of it, by all means, let me know, darling. That's what I'm here for."
She kissed her way down Jackie's neck, and she could tell that the girl was sensitive there. It made her feel good when she started to open Jackie's blouse buttons and the woman had her fingers there first to do it herself.
Jackie didn't wear a bra, even though her tits were a nice, full size, and as Millicent moved her mouth to one and sucked on the nipple, she could feel it swelling in her mouth. She moved her fingers to the other stiff brown nipple and began to pluck at it.
"Oh, God, that feels better than anything else," Jackie moaned.
Her tits were heaving up and down nice and fast as her passions rose, and Millicent started to salivate all over the girl's nipple, realizing that the saliva only acted as a stimulating kind of lubricant. There as nothing better than getting a person's whole body wet and dripping with saliva for extra added sensation.
Millicent was enjoying the taste of Jackie's nipples immensely, and she started to move her mouth from one to the other.
As she did, she looked up at the clock on the wall. She could tell that there was only about ten minutes left until the end of the session, and she knew that she had to make Jackie come hard before it was time for them to leave.
For that reason alone, she didn't spend as much time with the other nipple. She did lick it, but only for a few seconds.
When she started to slide down Jackie's legs, she looped her fingers into the girl's pants and pulled them down, along with her panties.
Jackie had a sparse brown pussy patch, which was quite attractive. Her red pussy lips seemed to be quite wet, and Millicent had a feeling that it wasn't going to take too long before she would have a super climax.
She started to lick Jackie's pussy lips, and the girl thrust her ass up off the floor, slapping her cunt against Millicent's face.
"Oh, just work that tongue in deep and make it stretch my walls. That's the way I think I like it. That's the way I come good."
Millicent did just as the girl said, and she was only aided by Jackie's creamy wet cunt walls, which made her want to lick even more. She was getting mouthful after mouthful of pussy cream each time she ran her tongue in and out.
She was also trying to make sure that her strong, long tongue, was making perfect clit contact so she could keep Jackie's passions at a high. As she looked up, she saw that Jackie was now pinching her own nipples while continuing to buck her hips up and down and drive her pussy back and forth.
There reached a point where she could tell, from the tight spasms of Jackie's cunt muscles, that the girl was on the verge of a super orgasm. She licked harder and harder, and even though Jackie didn't moan too loud (making Millicent think that she would turn out to be a silent fucker in the end), it was obvious from all the cream that she was coming quite hard. Millicent's pussy-loving tongue lapped up as much cream as she could handle, and continued to do so until Jackie collapsed from exhaustion.
Millicent lifted her head up and smiled at all the girls who had gathered around to watch. Everyone else had finished what they were doing earlier, and although some of them had taken the time to dress, others had just walked over.
Millicent stood up and looked at the group.
"Well, I hope that we've all had a good time today. I'm sure that at least half of you did, and for those of you who didn't, well, I'm sure that you can wait until next week when we try something else. I'll see you then."
As she turned and started to walk out of the room, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found herself face to face with Debbie Walsh.
"I'm sorry about not telling Mickey," she said. "I just wanted to tell you again. You've done so many good things for me, and I feel bad to know that you're disappointed."
"Don't worry about me, sugar," Millicent said. "You should feel bad for yourself. I'm serious when I tell you that the longer you wait, the harder it will be."
"I know. And that's why I hope to be able to tell you that I've told him when I come back here next week."
"I hope you can say that, too, honey. I'll see you then."
As she walked out of the room, Millicent was thinking of one thing. She could tell
Mickey if she wanted to, since she had Stella's office number. She could easily tell him. If she wanted to...
But the indecision was too much for her. She was pulled apart by it. It gave her a raging headache. She thought of having a good stiff drink. Maybe then she could decide.