“And Brenda is so cute about it. She never knew about this nickname until it came out in one of our counseling sessions. Now she calls him Snake all the time. She also refers to his cock as ‘the snake.’ It gets a little confusing on the tape.” Ingrid always made a tape recording of her counseling sessions. As Ingrid spoke, she shed her top completely. Scott observed the splashes of dried cum on her tits in silence.
“And are you going to let me listen to the tape?” Scott asked. “I think this must be a good one.” Ingrid occasionally shared the tapes of some of her juicer sex counseling sessions with Scott. Strictly against the rules of course, but it frequently gave him ideas for hie erotic stories. It also made him horny, something Ingrid benefited immensely from.
“Oh, it’s a classic. A true classic,” Ingrid responded. “And I might let you hear it . . . if you’re a good boy. But it’s several hours long and right now I would rather just tell you about it. But first, could you open another bottle of wine. I had a long afternoon.”
“I can see that,” Scott said, thinking of the dried cum on her tits. When he stood and walked across the kitchen, the lump beneath his running shorts was bobbing lewdly. Planning for an afternoon and evening with Ingrid he had not bothered with an undergarment, so the boner the conversation was causing was raising a large and obvious tent in the shorts. Ingrid watched him in silence, licking her lips. She felt fully recovered from her afternoon romp with the Halversteens and wanted nothing more than to spend some serious time with that big cock. Scott’s now fully erect cock was shorter than the snake, but considerably bigger around. When he returned with the newly opened bottle, he leaned over Ingrid’s shoulder to refill her wine glass and then as he stood up, he dragged the cold wet bottle across each of her nipples.
“Skit!” she screamed in Swedish, surprised by the cold on the first nipple. When he dragged the bottle across the other nipple, she moaned in lust, “Din jävel (You bastard).”
Scott laughed at her as he walked to the other side of the table. His command of Swedish was very limited except when it came to swearing and sex talk. “Your tits look so much better with the nipples swollen,” he said, as he sat down and refilled his glass.
“Oh, is that what you think you dirty boy?” Inga said. She was now massaging and pulling on the nipple of each of her boobs. They were a bit tender after her afternoon with the Halversteens, but it still felt good.
“Yes, I do,” Scott responded. He was using one hand to massage his erect cock through the lightweight fabric of his running shorts. “But let’s not get carried away here. I want to hear about Brenda and Snake and about ‘the snake.’ First tell me what they looked like. Are they attractive people? Would I stop and look back if I passed Brenda on the street?”
“Oh definitely,” Ingrid said smiling. “You met them several weeks ago at the fund raiser at Berkeley Rep. They are both relatively short with dark hair.”
“Oh, yes. I remember. He was perhaps 5-8 or 5-9, with dark curly unkempt hair and a couple of days beard.
“She was short, 5-3 or 5-4,” he continued. “She had the most delicious looking plump, round hips and a narrow little waist. And she had a very nice set of breasts that were threatening to fall out of her dress, and oh yes, thick dark hair in kind of a pixie cut. Brown eyes, I think. No, no they were blue, weren’t they? Rather striking with her dark hair. And oh yes very nice full lips with bright red lipstick. Yes, I remember them.”
“Yes, you remember a lot, at least about Brenda, you dirty boy.”
Scott smiled and shrugged in response as he took another sip of wine. Then he said, “But I couldn’t see ‘the snake’ of course. Tell me about it.”
“In due time. All in due time. But just sit and listen for now and try not to make that cock you are stroking squirt.” It was a little disingenuous of Ingrid to criticize Scott’s masturbation
when she was doing the same thing. “First some background,” she said:
“The Halversteens were a typical sexually repressed couple when they came to our first session. I sent them home with my usual list of dirty words to use, told them to walk around naked, and to masturbate in front of each other.”
“All the usual, Scott intervened. “And I suppose you told them to keep being naked and masturbating after the second session?”
“Yes, and I also told them to get each other off manually. They had made good progress after the first session. But the important part of the second session was that I learned about the snake and Larry’s nick name. I also learned they had had a difficult marriage night, largely because Brenda was a virgin. And because of the size of the snake, of course They had been afraid to seriously undertake sex for several years since. I explained that her pain and bleeding as a virgin shouldn’t be an ongoing concern.
“When they came back for the today’s session there had been some significant changes. Instead of sitting at opposite ends of my couch they sat next to each other, thighs in contact, and holding hands. They told me how they had not only masturbated each other but had quickly moved forward to oral sex and full intercourse in a variety of positions. They apparently had quite a week, except for Friday when Brenda’s parents had come to visit for an overnight stay while repairs were made on their home. That was why they rescheduled to Saturday and why they were so horny when they showed up.
“As they told me their story they began flirting and moved quickly to outright sexual molestation. It wasn’t long before Brenda was stroking Larry’s obviously growing erection and he had his hand under her dress stroking her sex.
“Right there in your office?” Scott asked.
“Yes.”
“And this is where you asked them how they felt about what they were doing?” he asked with a touch of sarcasm.
“Of course, and it was everything I wanted to hear–excited, aroused, thrilled. All the emotions I was seeking to cause. Remember, their complaint when they came to me was that their sex life was boring. So, I certainly couldn’t tell them to stop, could I?”
Scott laughed. “No, I can see that you couldn’t do that. When you’ve successfully turned a nearly asexual couple into perverts, you don’t want to tell them to stop.”
Ingrid smiled, “Yup, that’s for sure.”
“And how were you feeling about this?” he asked.
Ingrid laughed. “You know damn well how I was feeling. You had been away for three weeks. I was aroused. Just plan horny. Oh, and incidentally, I felt good about their progress, but mostly I was horny.” She returned to describing the afternoon:
“I could feel my pussy lips getting wet and I’m sure they could see my swollen nipples through my blouse. It was warm in the office, and I had shed my jacket before they arrived. I think that is where things began to get out of control. They could see I was aroused. For a while we just chatted about the sex they had engaged in since our last session. Their descriptions were graphic and arousing. While we talked, they watched me cross and uncross my legs and they stared at my swelling nipples. When I’m horny it feels good to cross and recross my legs like that. Honestly Scott, more than anything else I wanted to see just how big the snake in Larry’s trousers really was.