Christy The Sex Therapist Pt 13

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A few days came and went without event. On Wednesday night, Marcus and Miss Christy were sitting on the couch in front of the television watching a bad movie. Miss Christy's feet rested in Marcus's lap, and he was absent-mindedly playing with her toes when Christy's phone rang.

Christy took the call. The movie they were watching was absolutely terrible, and neither of them were invested in it.

"Hey Christy, it's April."

"Hey, Apes, how's things, what are you up to?"

"Yeah, good. How are you, Christy?"

"Yeah, I'm well. So's Marcus. He's here."

"Hey Apes," yelled Marcus. She yelled back.

"OK with you if Marcus listens in?"

"Yeah, of course," replied April.

Christy put the call on speaker. There was a pause. "What's up, Apes?"

"Not much. I just wanted to ask your advice about something. Do you have five minutes?"

"Yeah, sure, Apes, I'm yours for as long as you want."

She continued. "So I'm at a bookstore right now."

Christy wasn't sure why April was seeking her advice on literature. April must've sensed Christy's confusion conveyed in her silence, and hastily filled in the gaps. "No, I mean ... I'm at ... an adult bookstore, Christy. I've never been to one before. Wow, there's so much stuff here."

Christy smiled. "Yeah, adult bookstores are heaps of fun! What brought you there? Especially for your first visit?" She was still processing the fact that April had never been to an adult bookstore before. She realised she'd never taken Marcus to one either. She imagined her boi kneeling before a gloryhole, his mouth wide open ... god, that was a hot thought ... she wanted to touch herself ...

April's deep breath interrupted her train of thought. "What brought me here? Well, to be honest, I think my ass brought me here. I've got this ... craving. It won't go away." A lonely old man overheard this and started eavesdropping. She didn't notice him, but the old man had found a sweet opportunity to gather material for a jerk off fantasy later tonight. "I feel like I just need something in my ass. Like all the fucking time. So I thought I'd see if I could buy a buttplug. I know I could buy one online, but it'd take a fucking month to arrive in the mail, and I need it NOW. What's a good one, Christy?"

She thought. "Hmm, not sure, Apes. There's a lot of variety. But can I give you two pieces of advice?"

"Yeah, Christy, I'd love your opinion. That's why I called."

"OK, so first of all, don't get something too wide or too fat. You're new to this, which means you need to get used to it slowly and steadily. It can be tempting to get excited and go balls-out to buy the fattest, thickest thing you can find, but trust me, if you do, you'll be wasting your money. You'll never get it in, and even if you do, you'll probably hurt yourself. It'll end up gathering dust, and you'll regret it. You need to work up to the big boys. Secondly, get something that vibrates, and if you've got the money, get one that connects to a cell phone."

"A cell phone, Christy? What for?" asked April.

"Because you can program your own patterns of vibration from your phone, and ... even more fun ... you can let someone else control how your buttplug vibrates from their own phone."

"So ... you could ... maybe ... tease my butt from your phone?" asked Apes.

"Yeah, babe. And we wouldn't even need to be together in the same room. It works over the internet."

"Fucking sold," said April. "Gonna get me one of those." The thought of Christy making her explode from miles away was way too hot to resist.

They spoke a while longer, and April found what she was after. "Thanks for your help, Christy. Can't wait to start using this."

"And I can't wait for you to tell me your stories, babe," cooed Christy.

They hung up. Christy grinned at Marcus. "Fuck! Did you hear that? This is gonna be so hot, booooooooooooooi! Should we invite Apes around again this weekend?"

"Absolutely," agreed Marcus. "And Milesy."

Later on that night, Christy and Marcus lay side by side in bed, getting ready for sleep.

Christy's phone pinged.

It was a text message from April.

'It's in.'

'Fuck yeah,' Christy replied.

*

60

Marcus and Miss Christy made their plans for the weekend on Thursday after work. But this time, they switched up their messaging. Marcus texted April, while Christy contacted Milo.

*

'Hey Apes what's up'

'Hey marcus not much just reading a book what about you'

'Yeah good here, hey Christy and I wondered if you were busy on sat nite'

'Ummm nah not busy what's up'

'Come over'

'fk yeah sounds awes!'

'Christy is interested to find out how you're enjoying your new purchase'

'can't wait to tell her!!!!! Hey should I bring it???'

'Good idea apes.' Marcus added the splash emoji.

*

'Hi Milo, how are you?'

Fuck, it was Christy. Just the thought of her was enough to make his dick move. 'Hey Christy, I'm well, how are you?'

'I'm good. Hey are you busty on the weekend?'

(Fuck, what a typo. Milo *definitely* knew someone who'd fit that description. Christy was busty as fuck, and the whole world knew it.)

'...*busy'

If Milo had an appointment with the fucking President on the weekend, he'd have cancelled it. 'Wait a minute I'll check my diary... just kidding i don't have a diary ... nah nothing on, I'm sad and lonely as fuck, but other than that I'm all good, why?'

'Marcus and April will be here and we're starting a fucking book club. Why do you think? Come over? Bring your dick with you.' Christy added the eggplant emoji.

Milo's pants semi-tented at the possibility of sinking his cock deep into Christy's porn-grade pussy again. '... yes please.'

*

61

Marcus took his Miss Christy to a gig on Friday night. One of his favourite skate-punk bands was playing a show in a nearby suburb, and he asked her the night before if she was interested in coming with him. Even if she said no, he would've gone anyway, just to get drunk and rock out. But chivalrously, he asked if she'd consent to being his 'date' for the evening. She curtseyed in formal irony and agreed to accompany him to the aforementioned cultural and artistic event. "But you'll need to take me to dinner first if you want me to put out after. I'm not cheap, you know." She licked her lips.

"Not the Japanese place," Marcus insisted. "I like Japanese food, but ... you might've scarred me."

"OK, not there. But you pick."

Marcus booked a Mexican restaurant a block away from the venue. His Miss Christy looked insanely fuckable, as she always did. She wore a tight black t-shirt with print that ironically said 'they're not that big are they' across the front. She knew the t-shirt would attract attention at the gig, and everyone there would be jealous of her boi. She wore a green, black and red tartan skirt, black stockings, and since she'd recently been shoe shopping, she wore her new pair of cherry-red 8-hole Doc boots for the first time.

They arrived at the restaurant and were seated. They received menus. "You know, boi, Mexican food can be very spicy. Might not be good for my digestive system. Hope you're not expecting to fuck my ass later tonight. Could be messy? You might need to fuck me before we get home. Your choice when and where."

Their fellow diners on the tables either side of them heard every word. An elderly woman was quietly sipping a cocktail when she heard Christy's comment. She nearly choked.

Their server arrived. "Are you ready to order?" She was cute. Marcus definitely would've fucked their server, given half a chance. He wondered how tight her pussy was.

Christy ordered first. "Thank you, yes, I think we are. Can I inquire, what's the spiciest item on your menu?"

Their server pointed.

"I'll order that," said Christy. She pointed at Marcus. "He's gonna fuck my ass later, so I might be able to burn his dick. In a good way."

Their server raised an ironic eyebrow. The implied message was either 'I'm not paid enough to care what weird fucking shit you get up to,' or 'I'm only 18, and while I know all about porn, I've never heard anything quite that insane before.' Meanwhile, the dowager on the adjacent table continued to struggle with her cocktail.

"And what would sir like this evening?"

Marcus hated being called 'sir'. He ignored it and asked for the Mexican rice with beans, Spanish onion, tomato, corn, peppers and jalapenos. With no mushrooms. Boring? Yeah, probably. But safe.

Miss Christy ordered a bottle of white Californian wine which they shared over their meal. The food was excellent. Marcus's meal had just the right amount of spicy tang, and they were both full and satisfied. Marcus paid and they crossed the road to the gig. They enjoyed a drink or two at the bar while the support act was on, but as soon as the support was finished, they made their way inside the venue.

Marcus had never been successful at making his way up to the barricades in front of the stage unless he was already there at the venue when the doors first opened, but Miss Christy was so incredibly sexy there was no fucking way the alpha metalheads wouldn't let her through. She was like a female Moses parting the seas, and Marcus moved forward in her wake. Within a few short minutes, Miss Christy was pressed up against the barricade, and Marcus was standing right behind her.

The lights dimmed and the band came onstage. Guitars were plugged in. That familiar pre-gig buzz.

Miss Christy looked over her shoulder at Marcus. "Fuck me, boi," she said.

"What, here? Right now?" asked Marcus.

"Don't you want to? My ass is yours. Yes, right now. If you want it."

Of course he did. He unzipped. She was pressed up against the barricade, and there was a mountain of punk and metal flesh behind them, lurching forward. Challenge accepted, thought Marcus. He spat on his hand, lifted her skirt, found her asshole, and lubed her up.

"Is that enough? Are you OK?" he asked. "I don't know, I've never done this before."

She didn't answer his question directly. "Get inside me," she commanded. There was friction, and from Miss Christy's perspective, there was some pain, but she didn't care. She wanted his dick. Right now. "Give it to me, boi."

She leant forward onto the barricade and tilted her ass upwards to make his access a little easier, and Marcus wedged his cock inside her. As soon as he was in, all he could do to retain his balance and composure was to lean against the barricade too. His hands rested on the fence, next to Miss Christy's.

Front row anal at a skate-punk gig wasn't unheard of, but it was rare. The band on stage had no idea that this gorgeous chick rocking out to their tunes was really rocking out to her boyfriend's cock as it pummelled her ass.

He got deep in her.

Her mouth fell wide open.

He moved so slow inside her.

So slow.

The gig was frantic.

Slow.

Bodies sweating everywhere.

So fucking slow.

She came so hard, just from the feeling of her boi's cock moving slowly in her ass, almost frozen in time, as everyone went nuts around her.

He eventually unloaded inside her ass during the band's fourth song, and she felt his warmth spreading into her stomach as his aching balls finally spasmed. She expertly squeezed her anal sphincter and his spent, deflating cock popped out of her. He zipped himself up, and she turned around, away from the band, to face her boi. She kissed him deeply. "Thank you," she said.

Marcus looked at her. He looked up and saw the band thrashing. He'd just fucked his girlfriend in the ass in the front row of a punk show. He couldn't believe his life.

"Bar?" he asked.

"Yeah. You got me thirsty, boi," she responded. Again, the alphas stood aside and the sea of black cotton, leather boots, sneakers and sweat parted for her. Marcus followed her. They ordered a beer each. They sat on stools at the bar, and Miss Christy felt Marcus's load slowly seeping out of her asshole as they drank.

"Fuck, boi," she said.

"Huh?" he asked.

"That was ... umm, wow ... completely fucking insane, even for me. Alex would never have done that. Not in a fucking million years."

"Done what, Miss Christy?"

"Fucked me in public. Especially not in my ass, up against a fence, surrounded by a bunch of punks and metalheads." She paused. "You got balls of steel, boi." She reached down and grabbed them. "And I love how they fill me up." She kissed him.

"Wait. But didn't you two meet at an orgy?" asked Marcus.

"Yeah, we did. But that's different. When you're at a sex party, you know everyone's there to have sex. I mean, it's a given. That's why you're there in the first place. But we're at a gig right now. People aren't here to fuck. It's a Friday night, people are here to watch the band, to get off on the energy, to drink some beers, smash some shit, and just hang out. And you just fucked my ass up against the barricade right in the middle of it all. I mean, don't you see the difference, boi? Everyone else is here to watch the band, to forget their lives, and to get drunk. And you just fucking railed me right in the middle of it."

Marcus definitely saw the difference. He leaned across, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"I love you, Miss Christy."

"I love you too, boi. Like, so fucking much."

His nut seeped out of her anus.

*

They watched the rest of the show, but were content enough to stand toward the back, within easy reach of the bar, swaying and nodding to the tunes in their own space. Marcus noticed how much attention his girlfriend attracted. He wasn't angry, or offended, or possessive. There were no negative emotions or feelings for him to process. He knew Miss Christy was accustomed to the attention, and so long as she was comfortable with it, so was he. Marcus knew that of all the men who came to the punk show who'd seen her and now desperately, desperately, desperately wanted to get inside her holes, his was the only cock she wanted.

He felt secure, safe and loved.

The band soon finished, the house lights went on, and the venue prepared to close for the night. Miss Christy and her boi got ready to go home.

"Enjoy yourself?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," he replied. "They're an awesome band. Thanks for coming with me, Miss Christy."

They ubered home; neither could be bothered dealing with public transport. In the backseat of the car, Miss Christy leant across and rested her hand on Marcus's thigh. She didn't move it, she didn't massage his flesh, there was no sexual undercurrent; there was absolutely nothing other than her presence in the weight of her hand on his thigh.

They arrived home, they showered separately, and prepared for bed. Both were clean, naked and under the covers. Conversation started.

"Thanks for taking me out tonight, boi. I had a really good time. Good dinner, good music, and fucking awesome sex. I like being your 'date'," started Miss Christy.

"Same, Miss Christy," agreed Marcus.

"You want a sleepytime blowjob, boi?" she offered.

"I'm never ever gonna say no to you," he said. "Just so you know. For future reference."

She pulled the bed covers down to discover her boi was already semi-hard. Of course he was. She shifted down so that her face was directly below Marcus's crotch. He looked down at her as she waved her dainty feet in the air behind her. She tenderly licked his ballsack. Her immediate task was to coax out his sweet, manly juice. He felt the wetness and softness of her tongue as she sucked one testicle into her mouth, then released it before inhaling the other.

She bypassed the shaft and began licking his frenulum. Lightly. Teasingly. He'd seen porn clips where women teased penises to within inches of their goddamn lives just by licking under the head and running their thumb across the wet skin. Was this Christy's idea right now? Was she gonna tease him to death?

No. At least, not tonight. Her eyes focused on his head, and she swallowed him right down to the base.

"I love the taste of your nut, boi. It's so fucking delicious. Give it to me. Give me your fucking cum."

No man could've resisted. She jerked his wet shaft furiously and he shot load after load after load of his unborn babies onto her tongue and all over her face.

"Thank you, boi. You taste so good. Sleepytime now?"

Marcus was absolutely ready for sleep. He'd cum twice today, once in Miss Christy's ass at the punk gig, and just now, coating her face. He felt so at peace.

He knew she'd get up to clean her face before going to sleep, but first, he kissed her. He kissed her thick, sexy, delicate, cum-soaked lips, savouring his own taste.

As they fell asleep, they were each already looking forward to tomorrow night when April and Milo were coming over.

*

62

Marcus and Miss Christy slept late on Saturday morning. They were getting used to this. There was no reason for them to wake up early on the weekend, hence no reason to set an alarm, so they slept on and on, with the blinds down and the morning sun shut out from their room, until their natural circadian rhythms awakened them.

Fucking bliss. Absolutely the best way to wake up when you have no other reason to wake up.

It was 10.30am before Miss Christy's eyes opened. The world had already started and was in the middle of its day. Meanwhile, Marcus continued dreaming.

Miss Christy got up, and after a quick bathroom pitstop, she went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. The sweet smell seeped into Marcus's nostrils, eventually teasing him into the day. He joined her in the kitchen, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes. "Morning, Miss Christy."

"Hey, boi," she replied, walking forward to embrace him. He felt her firm, warm tits pressing into his chest. "Coffee's nearly ready."

"Just gonna get some cereal," said Marcus.

Christy feigned shock. "Cereal. For breakfast. No fucking shit."

Marcus chose this moment to raise his middle finger at Miss Christy for the first time. "Fuck you, bitch. I'm Cereal Boi."

"Ooh. Big attitude from the tough cereal boi."

"Superman's got a big 'S' on his chest so everyone knows he's Superman," Marcus stated. "I'm the same. I got a big 'C' on mine. 'C' for cereal."

"You got a big 'C' on your chest?" She just wanted to confirm. "Have I got that right? You're saying you got a big 'C' on your chest?"

"Yeah, Miss Christy. I'm Cereal Boi. I got a big 'C'."

She giggled. "You might want to think that through a little more, superhero." She hugged him again.

Their day was sweet joy. They went to the mall and went window shopping, just strolling around, hand in hand, looking through the stores. They went to a record store and argued over their differing musical tastes. Marcus was convinced his musical views were superior and he would brook no argument. Later, they stopped for a coffee and as they sat out front of the coffee shop, they watched people passing by. As they re-caffeinated (is that a word?), April walked past.

Christy noticed April's fluorescent bright green hair. She stood up and waved. "Hey! Hey, April!"

April stopped and turned. "Heeeeeeey!" She ran over and embraced them both, nearly tipping their table over in her excitement.

"What you up to, Apes?" asked Christy.

"Not much, just getting some outdoors." She glanced down to ogle Christy's amazing rack.

"You can join us if you want," said Christy. Marcus nodded.

"Sure, I'd love to!" April took a seat, and within minutes, she'd ordered a coffee and received it. She was usually a red bull girl, but hey, coffee was perhaps a bit more civilised. Especially around Christy. She took a sip. "Mmm, good coffee."

(Author interjection: How can anyone tell what 'good coffee' is when it's like 10% actual coffee and 90% warm milk or hot water? Or perhaps it's all about the caffeine injection, in which case, maybe just drink a red bull or take a trucker pill or what the hell ever. Side note: Author drinks tea. Yeah, like you care. I'm gonna shut up now.)