Reprogramming Melanie - She Needed Help
My arms were locked around her torso beneath her breasts. She was struggling, but no match for my weight room muscles. My sister was holding her legs vertical.
Melanie couldn't speak because of the pink lollipop strapped to her lips, but her eyes were wide and dilated as the largest cock she had ever seen approached. Earlier, she had been shaved and her rectum flushed.
I asked my sister, "Should she be blindfolded so that she only experiences the feel of his cock? Wouldn't that activate a higher level of stimulation? We are doing this to trigger her orgasms, you know."
The owner of the cock, which was well lubed, smiled down at us, waiting for an answer to my question.
Karen acquiesced, "Yes, I guess you are right. Max, the blindfold is in the drawer of that nightstand."
Melanie protested the blindfold with a new round of struggling. I soothed her, "It will be over soon, Melanie, and you will be a new woman. A woman who wants and enjoys sex. A female who has left all her inhibitions behind. A partner with her offspring in love and lust."
Karen leaned to me with a kiss on my cheek. "If this doesn't work, she may put a contract out on us."
Max the cock artist was back in place, his enormous tool now only inches from the engorged lips of Melanie's sex. My sister and I nodded at him. This was costing us a thousand dollars, but would be a good investment if the experiment worked.
We had put up with a prudish single mother all through high school and finally decided to use our summer job savings to address the problem head on, so to speak.
The bulbous purple head of his shaft now rested within the outer circle of flesh guarding her private domain. Melanie's body was rigid with tensed muscles. This was the moment we had waited weeks for, although she had known about it for just a few hours of misery since earlier today. When Max drew back and pushed further inside, it was easy to see the additional liquid dripping from the great cock, deposited by a body which was not following its owner's strangled demands.
Max looked at us once more, and we nodded again. We could hear Melanie slurping vigorously on the lollipop, which would shortly help send her to sexual nirvana. The cock resumed its forward march, driven by a two hundred pound male who was in demand for sex services almost every day.
A muffled scream rose from our restrained mother. At least six inches of cock was tickling her insides, although she probably wouldn't call it tickling. More likely rape.
Max knew what to do in cases like this. The patient's inhibitions, for whatever reason, left her with no knowledge of her body's proper responses to sexual intercourse. That ignorance was about to be ended. Max's metronomic back and forth thrusts were having an effect. Melanie seemed paralyzed by a sea of new sensory inputs. The lollipop had been consumed, so I removed its strap and the remaining wooden stick.
Karen spoke quietly, "Mom, doesn't that feel good? Max is an artist. A special artist with a special cock. He helps women with your type of sex hangup."
"My type of hangup? He is wrecking me!"
I spoke up. "That's right, Mom. He is wrecking that little voice in your head that has been saying you can't enjoy a big cock exploring your fancy cunt. In another minute or so, you will have an explosive orgasm. You can already feel the welling up of nerves shooting off, can't you? Concentrate on letting it build and flow. Build and flow."
Karen released the legs which had gone limp and fallen, even more widely, to the side. Her fingers grasped Melanie's prominent and now very stiff nipples, pinching gently, and then not so gently.
Melanie opened her mouth as Max pounded fully into the juicy cunt. "Yes, there is something happening. I've never felt like this before. I have to answer him. I have to make him drive that giant thing into me. Ahhhh."
I removed my arms because there was no more struggle, except the struggle to consume all of Max's cock that she could. She reached for his shoulders and he drew her to his lap, then quickly turned her 180 degrees and allowed the body to slide down the cock once again. He nuzzled her neck at the same time he began a series of upward thrusts, each of which caused Melanie to emit a low grunt of pleasure.
"Melanie," he said, "the treatment is working. Your wonderful cunt has come alive. It's squeezing me and jumping around. Your nipples are hard as diamonds..."
He was still talking when she screamed into a new climax. "Oh god, I'm coming. I'm coming."
The spasms rolled through her and she collapsed, eyes closed, on his chest. "Oh Max," she gasped breathlessly.
Karen and I were hugging. Our homegrown sex therapy seemed to be working. The book we were using warned of retrograde behavior if there was insufficient reinforcement of the new behavior patterns. Melanie needed to find herself on the end of a vigorous cock several times a day. She needed to be reprogrammed to think she needed orgasms every day. Max was hired for today, tonight, and tomorrow through lunch. After that, Karen and I needed to assume treatment responsibility, or come up with another thousand dollars.
Right now, Melanie was getting a shower, a rubdown, and a meal at a nearby restaurant. Underneath the new and fashionable dress that Karen had purchased would be bare skin. My sister had whispered that she thought Melanie probably didn't even know what commando meant. I had responded that commando, plus an application of the special cream which made your cunt tingle, was required.
It was a warm evening and the restaurant seated us outside. Melanie's face was flushed, and her body still twitched every now and then. Her dark eyes stared at us. "Was I really that much of a bitch that you had to do this?"
Karen and I looked at each other and then nodded. "Yes, Melanie." We had decided to deny her our use of "Mom," until things improved.
"You know, things haven't been going well at work, either. Do you suppose I am having early menopause?"
Karen's voice was sharp, "Probably not. Can you tell us how you got to be forty years old and still not in sync with your own body?"
"You are trying to fix me, aren't you?" Her eyes looked everywhere around the room except at us.
"No, Melanie. We aren't trying, we ARE going to fix you. Remember, Max is meeting us back at the house after dinner for a nightcap." Karen's voice was low and hostile.
She blinked at us and looked as though she were going to cry. "Please, not more today!"
My sister had suffered through a lot of nonsense about sex from her mother, and wasn't about to be nice. "Don't worry, he is a professional therapist and has only your best interests at heart."
I put money down for the bill and rose, walking around to her chair and helping her up with a firm hand on her shoulder. The three of us walked to my car. I opened one of the back doors and they got in. By the time I took the driver's seat, Karen had her mother's dress around her waist and was working more of the special love cream from a tube into the exposed sex.
"Oh. My. God. I can't take this." The car was in a dark corner of the parking lot and I left the ignition off so I could turn and watch. Karen's fingers worked vigorously in and around Melanie's fine cunt, straying to pinch an aroused clit every so often.
"Ohhh, I'm coming!"
This was just what the rejuvenation program called for. I drove away with high pitched wails coming from the back seat.
When we reached home, Max was striding down the driveway, a smile on his face and only a loose pair of dark shorts on his athletic torso. He had been an engineering student when an older instructor at a student mixer noticed the large bulge in his trousers and took him home with her, only to discover a humongous cock that kept her screaming half the night. Afterwards, his sudden girlfriend Sophie shopped him around as a cure for anything sex-related. When one of his dates, whom he realized were really patients, offered a payment, he took it and started suggesting a fee for services rendered. He only mentioned this after a treatment had occurred, and the women never refused. Mostly, they gave him more than he asked for, which paid for a lot of engineering education.
Max took Melanie into his arms and carried her to the house. Karen and I were no longer required for the rest of the evening. But there was one problem. Karen was so hot from working on Melanie that she needed instant attention from my cock, which was not in the same league as Max's, but had a 100% success rate in drawing wailing orgasms from my partners.
Karen had my hand in a death grip. "We are going around back to the garden house." I smiled and tweaked the boob tip poking out of her blouse. "A little horny, are we?"
"You'd better be ready with that thing, I am dying."
It was a warm night and she handed items of clothing to me as we went. There was a big moon, and my sister's curvy body was more than sexy enough to get me going. I stopped at the first redwood bench in the garden and drew her nakedness down across my legs. She kissed me wildly.
"Can't wait for privacy? It's nice out here in the moonlight."
I asked, "Do you suppose she is riding that monster cock already? Will we hear screams out here? What about you? Will my inadequate cock get you off?"
She fished out my stiff weapon and plunged herself down.
"Ohhh. Better. Much better. You are a nasty tease. It's a good thing this cock does such fine work, or I would be beating you."
She kept on teasing, suggesting perhaps I was not adequate after all. In the middle of her babbling, I heard noises coming from the house. I kissed Karen hard, so we could hear.
"Oh Max. Ohhhh. I'm coming again, I can't stop!" A long dying wail followed. My attention snapped back to the body in my arms, which was shaking and coming and moaning quietly in my ear. "Oh damn, Kevin, his treatment is getting to me too. Will you promise me sex every day?"
"I'm going to get a swelled head if you keep talking like that."
We decided to walk up to the house and see what condition Melanie was in. Karen poked me, "The medical program says her new sex behavior will need frequent reinforcement. Are you going to provide that?"
I decided to give Karen something to think about. "Yes, but you have to provide backup if necessary. I'll help you select the right strapon at the sex shop."
There was a silence and then a sharp rap on my arm. "You actually mean that, don't you?"
"Yes. You ever tried girl sex?" I decided not to mention using a strapon for anal with a male. She would get around to that idea fast enough.
"You are invading my sisterly privacy. I suppose you want to watch?"
"I wouldn't mind. I'm thinking that once Max gives her back to us, there is going to be threeway sex."
We were approaching the French doors on the patio, so all I got for that remark was a nasty frown. We went inside, where noises were coming from upstairs. Karen was headed that way when I stopped her.
"You and I are taking our clothes off. If she says anything when she sees us, the answer is that a few things have changed around the house, including the dress code."
"You are serious? The three of us are going to be naked?"
"For a few days at least. She can't help thinking about sex if we are naked and she sees herself naked in the mirrors. She'll notice that when she is around me, I get hard."
We were dropping clothes in the library and Karen was pressing me against a bookcase. In a low voice, she asked, "What about when you get hard looking at me?"
I pushed back against her front. "I am hard looking at you. What should happen next?"
Her arms went around my neck and she had my stiff cock against her belly. "Kevin, this program is getting to me. The answer to your question is that your cock goes inside me. Are we going upstairs or not?"
