Christy the Sex Therapist

64

They'd stayed up way late the night before, and nobody was in any hurry to deal with tomorrow. Miss Christy rose first, at the lazy Sunday hour of 11am. Marcus followed soon after as the smell of freshly brewed coffee smacked him in the nose. Bleary-eyed and stretching, he padded to the kitchen.

"Morning, boi," she said.

"Morning, Miss Christy," he yawned in response. They hugged.

"No sign of Milo?"

"No, none ... though I think it's pretty obvious where he is."

The smell of coffee eventually snuck its way underneath the closed door of the spare room, and within minutes, the door opened and two people emerged.

"Hey," mumbled Milesy.

"Hey," mumbled Apes.

"Morning, you two," said Christy. "Want some breakfast?"

"Yeah, my tummy is rumbling," replied Milo. "Coffee smells really good too." Christy poured him a mug, and another for April, before running them through their various breakfast options. Marcus smashed his usual cereal.

They sat drinking their late-morning coffees, trying to wake up as they ate their breakfasts. There wasn't much conversation.

Their minds were already semi-focused on what society had called them to do tomorrow morning. Marcus had to work on the IT help desk, April had spreadsheets to populate and analyse, and Christy had people with sexual problems to help. Nobody knew what Milo did.

Munching and slurping. Calories and caffeine. The rest of the world was already awake and going about its business.

"Hey, so Apes," asked Marcus, "you had a good night last night?"

April nodded. She was still half asleep.

"And Milo, you're OK? I came out to see if you were all good on the couch, but you weren't there."

Milo nodded. He, too, was still half asleep.

"OK dude I'm just gonna go there," said Marcus. "You and Apes had sex last night after we all went to bed, right? I mean, we both saw you come out of the same room this morning."

"Ummmm, yeah, we did," said April. "Is that OK, Christy? It got a little cold, and it's always easier to keep warm when you're lying next to someone. And then, I felt his cock getting hard, and I guess one thing led to another."

Christy raised a quizzical eyebrow.

April said nothing. Neither did Milo.

"Oh come on, Apes, it's totally cool!" exclaimed Christy. "Glad you got warm and had a good time. But can I ask one question?"

"Yeah, sure you can, Christy," answered April.

"I'm just curious, you don't have to answer if you don't want to. But did you take it in the butt?"

Apes and Milesy exchanged an awkward glance. "Well, yeah."

"Ha! I knew it! Fuck, you're turning into such an anal whore, Apes, and I love it!" shouted Christy. April blushed. It's true, she was.

Marcus glanced at his buddy. They'd both been up her ass now. "Fuck, she's tight, isn't she?"

"Really? I didn't think so." Milo looked at April. "Hey Apes, were you still gaping from the plug last night?"

"Yeah, maybe. Yeah, I must've been. You slid in easily. Definitely easier than Marcus. Or maybe I'm just getting used to it," she said.

This was one of the strangest breakfast conversations any of them had ever had.

"Hey, so Milesy," ventured Christy, "you're the only one of us who hasn't tried it yet."

Milo played dumb. "Tried *what*, Christy?"

"Taking it up the butt," she said.

"Dude, it's pretty sweet once you get used to it," said Marcus. "Christy pegs me sometimes and it feels great. Between her and I, it feels totally normal. Probably why I took you without too much of a fuss last night."

"Don't be so sure, man. You were pretty tight." He was still processing what had happened.

"I bet you would be too, Milesy! Nothing's been in your ass before, has it?" asked Marcus.

Milo paused.

"Come on, man, you're among friends."

"I mean ... I've experimented ..." started Milo.

"What do you mean?" asked Christy.

"Details!" demanded April.

Milo flicked his long, blonde hair back. "I put a carrot up there one time. I went to the fridge, spat on my ass, and put it in. I've only done it once. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it. It felt weird, kind of unusual, like something was in a place it shouldn't be. There was friction. I started to worry I might be doing some damage. And then I started to worry that half of it might fucking snap off up there, so I took it out."

"What happened to the carrot, Milesy?" deadpanned April.

"I grated it and added it to a fucking salad. What do *you* think happened to it? I threw it out."

Christy tut-tutted humorously. "What a senseless and tragic waste of a perfectly good carrot. But no, seriously, that wasn't a clever thing to do for all the reasons you said. Plus, you could've torn your anal walls. They're pretty thin and sensitive, which is part of the reason why anal sex feels so good. You've fucked women in the ass and you know how much lube you need, why would you have thought it'd be different for you? You need lube, you idiot!" She tenderly tapped on Milo's forehead. "The other thing is, you've probably given yourself an entirely negative perspective of what it feels like to be penetrated. I'm assuming you've never had a prostate orgasm?"

Milo had heard of these, and understood they felt powerful, but no, he was almost certain he hadn't been there. "Don't think so, Christy."

There was a pause in the conversation as Milo adjusted his posture. He wasn't completely comfortable with any of this yet. I mean, it'd only been about 12 hours since his first same-sex experience. There was still a lot for Milo to process, and Marcus could sense it.

"OK, bro, we don't have to talk about this if you don't want to," Marcus explained.

"Nah, it's cool with me," he shrugged. But it clearly wasn't cool with him. Not yet, at least. Everyone could sense it. "I mean, I'm not crazy enough to raid the crisper drawer in the refrigerator anymore, and I don't have any toys or anything."

"The toy situation can be rectified immediately, Milo," offered Christy. "You should see my collection. It's pretty wild." Marcus nodded in affirmation. It was. Milo didn't doubt Christy's claim in the slightest.

"Uhhhh ..." said Milo. He flicked his hair back again.

A pause.

"Nah, I'm good," he said finally.

Christy knew it'd be unwise to push further at the moment, though she suspected they'd return to the subject at some point in the future. Christy's starting position was always 'if you're gonna give it, you have to be prepared to take it too,' which to her seemed eminently fair. Milo had banged her boi in his pussy last night as well as April's ass, and she wondered whether Milo viewed the unspoken conventions of anal sex the same way she did. But that was an inquiry for another day.

Breakfast was winding down. "What's everyone's plans for the day?" chirped Christy. "Feels like half the day has gone already. I'm up for some sunshine."

"I don't really have anything planned," said April. "If I wasn't here, I'd probably be sitting in a park with a red bull reading a novel or a play."

Marcus made a mental note to talk with April about what she'd been reading lately. They were both pretty serious bookworms. He wondered if April wrote anything herself.

"Yeah, and I don't have much on either, to be honest," Milo chimed in. "I mean, I could do something incredibly exciting, like the load of washing I've been meaning to do for days now, but fuck that. Otherwise, I'd probably go for a bike ride or a skate."

Christy had already suggested to Marcus that it'd be a nice afternoon to spend outside. A walk to the nearby park to get some fresh air, some sunshine, and some vitamin D might be good. But given April and Milo had nothing of substance planned for the day, she extended the invitation. "Well, since we're all completely antisocial, let's go for a walk. There's a park not too far from here, with a pretty lake. What do you say?"

April clapped. "Yes! That sounds awesome!" She could feel her bond with these three other people growing stronger by the minute.

"OK, Let's hit the waveless beach!" enthused Milo.

"Shoes on, let's go!" said Christy. She grabbed a frisbee to take with them.

They meandered the few blocks to the park, talking along the way. At least three of the four felt slightly odd to be out in the streets without a skateboard under their feet.

The park was sparsely populated today, and there was plenty of room to roam and to run around. Christy ran away from Marcus with the frisbee in her hand. "Catch, boi!" she called, and flung the disc in Marcus's direction. It was a excellent throw, starting out on a trajectory far from Marcus's position, but then dipping and swinging late in its journey, boomerang-like, to find Marcus. He barely even had to take a step. Christy clapped. This was gonna be so much fun!

Marcus flung the frisbee back at his beautiful Miss Christy. He wasn't as good at this as she was. She had to run a few yards to catch the airborne plastic, and Marcus watched her titties as they bounced up and down. She threw it back towards Marcus, and the exact same thing happened. Again, he caught it easily, barely needing to take a step. It was as if she had a knack for angles and for the tilt and velocity of the disc.

"Hey, Apes!" shouted Marcus. "Catch!" The frisbee sailed towards April, who ran backwards and caught it over her head like an Australian rules footballer.

"Got it! Wooo!" cried April. "Milesy, your turn!" She put the disc in flight and it landed at Milo's feet.

Milo picked up the frisbee and gave it some air. Too much air, in fact. It sailed ... and sailed ... and sailed ... and landed in the lake.

The chorus erupted. "Fuck, man! Come on, dude! What the fuck! What's wrong with you?"

Christy felt a bubble of sadness well up. She wasn't going to share this with the others, but the frisbee was a present from Alex which he'd given her early in their relationship. There was nothing special about the frisbee per se, but she'd attached emotions to it. Was losing the frisbee in the middle of a lake symbolic of something? Maybe it was. Or maybe she was just too sentimental for her own good. She quietly tried to shake the remembrances away.

The frisbee floated quietly on the surface of the lake. It wasn't too far out from the shore, but it was far enough. For a second, Marcus thought about wading in to retrieve it. He began to take his sneakers off, but Miss Christy stopped him. The frisbee landed the wrong way up; it really was a terrible effort from Milo. The disc took on water, and then it was gone, gurgling to the bottom of the lake.

"It's OK, boi," confided Miss Christy. "I appreciate the gesture, but you don't need to go in. I'm sure it's pretty gross on the bottom of the lake. Anyway, I can always buy a new one. They're cheap." Sure, she could easily buy a new frisbee, but she couldn't buy the exact same one. It was gone forever.

They sat on the grass, having enjoyed their brief and unexpectedly quick exercise. Marcus lay on his back and stared at the sky. April lay next to him. Their hands briefly touched.

"Beautiful day, isn't it Marcus?" whispered April.

"Yeah. Sure is," agreed Marcus.

They enjoyed the feeling of sunrays bouncing off their skins.

"Milo," boomed Christy, "you hereby stand accused of throwing my precious frisbee into the fucking lake and thereby ruining our game. How do you plead?"

April and Marcus sat up.

"Ummm, what? Guilty, I guess," shrugged Milo. "I mean, you all saw it, didn't you."

"Hmmmmmmmmm," replied Christy.

And then a flash of brilliance hit Milo like a bolt of lightning. "But no, I say to you, in all sincerity, where is your evidence? Where is this alleged 'frisbee'? It may be an imaginary object. It may not, in fact, exist. If I'm standing trial, then this alleged 'frisbee' ought to be 'Exhibit A'. And yet, where is this item, this crucial piece of damning evidence?"

April giggled. "Ah, fuck off, you idiot, you already said 'guilty,' and we all saw it."

Christy continued. "Members of the jury," she said, addressing Marcus and April, "how do you find the defendant?"

"Sorry, bro, but your ass is guilty," said Marcus.

"He's guilty as fuck," said April.

Milo hung his head in mock-shame.

"Milo, you have been found guilty of ruining our game today, and I will devise an appropriate punishment for your heinous crimes against recreation," concluded Christy.

Milo looked Christy square in her deep, blue, hypnotic eyes. He drowned in them. "Fuck yeah."

"Now that my frisbee is at the bottom of the fucking ocean, I dismiss the jury and bail the defendant. Milo, go home and do your washing. April, go sit in a park with your book. I expect you both back at my place at sunset for Milo's punishment. Court is adjourned."

*

65

Milo did as he was instructed. With Christy's frisbee collecting wet dirt and trash at the bottom of the lake, he went back to his flat and did his washing. As he hung it out to dry, he reflected on what his punishment might be. Meanwhile, April caught the bus to her side of town, and did exactly as she'd planned. After skating to a nearby park, she sat under an enormous, peaceful oak tree. She un-dogeared the page of the heavy novel she was reading and cracked open a red bull.

The sun arced across the sky.

Later, as afternoon ended and evening approached, April and Milo made their own separate ways back to Christy's place. April made sure to recharge her buttplug and she brought it with her. Tonight's dinner was simple -- regular ordinary pizza from one of the numerous national chains. There was still plenty of beer in the fridge.

As they finished eating, Christy brought the court to order. She stood to address Milo. "OK, you absolute fuckwit, you sunk my frisbee. Like, seriously, how is that even possible? Did you fail math or something? It even landed upside down. That takes some serious skill. I mean, fuck me dead."

There was a pause. "I order the defendant to go out back with Marcus and April to get wasted," commanded Christy. She then retired to her chambers.

*

They sat on the back steps. Marcus pulled his makeshift bong out. "We gotta get you a good bong, dude. Like, a proper one," said April.

"I got a good one here, but it's inside, on a shelf. Besides, I like this one, even though it's not very good, because it's reminding me of this awesome time in my life," reasoned Marcus.

Both Milo and April understood.

"Besides, Christy's garden hose is a few inches shorter than it used to be because of this bong. I'd hate to think the hose made such a generous sacrifice for no good reason. I mean, I don't know about you, Milesy, but personally, I'd hate to wake up one morning and suddenly find myself a few inches shorter than I used to be."

April giggled. "Tell me about it. Neither of you could afford to wake up a few inches shorter, there wouldn't be much left!"

Marcus packed the cone and handed it to April. She fired the lighter and inhaled. "Your turn," she said to Milo. The metal cone was still warm. He packed it tight, and Milo fired up. He coughed a little, and it took him a few more seconds to complete the job. Wordlessly, Marcus repacked the bowl, sucked it down, and exhaled.

Everyone was lost inside their own thoughts for a moment or two. Marcus noticed that the stars were a little brighter than usual tonight. He felt his heartbeat accelerate. "Fuck, this is some strong shit," he wheezed.

It could've been half a minute or it could've been half an eternity before Christy suddenly appeared in the backyard with three beers. April felt parched, and the beer hit home. "Thanks, Christy," she said.

"You're welcome, babe."

They noticed Christy had changed clothes while they were outside ripping cones. If Marcus wasn't mistaken, his Miss Christy was wearing a dress made out of rubber. He had no idea how she'd managed to contort and squeeze herself into it, but as far as Marcus was concerned, it was as hotter than the sun. Even in the semi-darkness of twilight, he could see her erect nipples poking upward and outward. He assumed she had put some tape over her nipples, or something similar -- if she hadn't, the movement of the rubber across her tits would probably redden and inflame them. Christy noticed her boi gawking at her, and she winked and smiled at him.

Christy pulled up a deckchair. "What are you all talking about?" she asked. Her dress squeaked as she sat down.

Silence.

"Ummmmm, nothing," replied Marcus. "Speaking for me, I guess I was just ... thinking. But hey, look up. Aren't the stars beautiful tonight? They seem so much brighter. They're twinkling at us."

Christy knew her boi was wasted. She assumed the others were too. She looked up at the sky and enjoyed their silences. After a few minutes, she stood up and her rubber dress squeaked again. "Court is now in session," she thundered.

Everyone stood up and moved inside to the living room. They found an array of toys on display. Dildos, vibrators, chains, whips ...

She addressed Milo. "Prisoner. Remain standing."

Milo nodded and gulped.

"You have been convicted of one count of recklessly throwing my precious frisbee into the fucking lake, and one count of being a total fuckwit. Your punishment awaits."

Milo's mind and body was a volatile mixture of excitement, anxiety and dread. He literally had no idea what was about to happen.

"Your clothes."

Milo was confused. "Ummm, my what? Did you just say 'my clothes'? Is that even a sentence? Are you missing a verb?"

"Mock me at your peril!" she boomed. "You heard my order correctly. Your clothes. Bring them to me!"

Milo assumed he was expected to undress and give his clothes to her, so he did. He stood buck naked in the middle of the room. Christy accepted his bundle of clothes wordlessly and threw them behind her.

Marcus and April were sitting side by side on the couch. Sparks of sexual electricity shot between them.

Milo was quite nervous and scared, and despite being amongst friends, he felt way out of his comfort zone. He was not erect. Far from it, in fact. His cock couldn't have been any smaller, or any more shrunken, than it was right now. He felt intimidated. He'd never been in this kind of scenario ever before.

"Approach."

It took a second or two for Christy's single-word commandment to penetrate his skull. Milo took short, tentative steps toward her. He faced her, but unlike earlier in the day, he couldn't meet her gaze.

"Kneel."

Silently, Milo sank to his knees. The blood was rushing inside his head so fast he could almost hear it.

Christy turned her back to him. Milo looked up at her plump, juicy, rubber-clad ass.

"Eat my ass."

Milo waited. He wasn't sure if he should touch her.

"Fucking eat my ass, prisoner. Do it. Now."

As Milo tentatively reached out to touch Christy's thighs so he could edge up her rubber dress, his cock sprang viciously to life. He grabbed Christy's cheeks to pull them apart. He sank his face in and ate her delicious hole like his life depended on it. As Christy felt Milo's wet tongue lapping her anus, she couldn't stifle the moan that had been building up for the past few minutes. Her knees trembled slightly.

April and Marcus sat side by side on the couch, completely mesmerised. Marcus's hand was inside April's tights, running up and down the length of her soaking wet pussylips.

Milo pulled away to take a breath. Christy noticed. "Did I tell you to stop, prisoner? I don't believe I did! Get your face back in there!"

Milo obeyed, consumed with lust at the sight, smell and taste of Christy's sphincter. As he rammed his tongue as deep into her fartbox as he could, he saw her hand not too far away from his face and assumed she was rubbing her clit. He heard her moan.

On the couch, so did April.

Milo began to stroke his cock. Christy seemed to sense it and turned around. "Did I say you could do that? I don't think I did." She leant down and bitch-slapped Milo's cock. If anything, it got even stiffer than it already was. The head was a bright, painful purple. "You don't touch yourself until I say you can touch yourself. Is that fucking clear, prisoner?" spat Christy.