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Fantasy Therapy
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
Part 1
MC, Mdom, rom, preg
Point of View: Third Person
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Summary: Dr Vargas has an unusual solution for a with a common problem.
First Posted 10/10/02
Last Edited 10/10/02
Fantasy Therapy (MC, Mdom, rom, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
A small brown in an expensive but ill-fitting suit
sat behind the desk, smiling benevolently at the before him. "Your complaints are not dissimilar to
many I've heard, Mr. Frusten. Your has borne you
the two point zero zero zero children she felt was her
duty and has now turned her attention to other
matters. 'Getting on with her life' many women call
it. Sex just isn't important in that plan, or
outright dangerous in case another one, two, or three
point zero zero zero babies come along"
"Yes, that's it. I can't understand how she can do
this to me!"
"She probably is not being intentionally cruel,
Arthur. Most women simply have no conception of men's
constant, overpowering need for sex, so she does not
fathom the degree of your torment. I call it the
'sexless syndrome:' no miniskirts, no skimpy
undies, no sexy sleepwear even when you buy it for
her, no high heel sandals, no intimate dinners, no
evenings out dancing, no giving or receiving of oral
sex and especially no spontaneous, unprotected
intercourse."
The nodded sadly. "Is there anything I can DO,
Dr. Vargas?"
"Of course, Arthur. You CAN just continue to take it,
as you have for the last five or ten years. You are,
what, 45 now? In another 25-30 years your sex drive
may have diminished to approximate that of your wife's
and you can spend your declining years holding hands
and pretending you had been happy all the time."
"But I CAN'T take it any longer," the almost
sobbed. "I love her, but I can't go on without more
sex. Isn't there anything else"
"You say you've tried all the women’s magazine advice:
leaving love notes, bringing flowers, buying her sexy
lingerie, suggesting romantic vacations. She knows
what you really have in mind is SEX and she's not
buying it. That works only when she doubts you love
her. She seems sure enough you love her, sure enough
she does not worry your frustration would send you to
another woman. No, there is not much else YOU can do,
but there's a hell of a lot SHE could do. I think we
need to bring about a convergence of your sexual
fantasies"
"But she doesn't HAVE any fantasies."
"You may be right. When you first married, she
probably had some ridiculously fantastic expectations
of you. When she realized you were just a man, she
gave up on you and her fantasies. Not to worry. In a
way it makes our job easier if she has NO fantasies.
"But then 'converge?'"
"We simply give her yours."
"Mine? But I don't really have fantasies, either. I
just want a hot, pregnant wife.
"Fantasy enough, some would say, but don't sell
yourself short, Arthur. Perhaps you just haven't
explored your deeper desires. How much pornography do
you read?"
"Pornography? Oh, gosh! None since I was married.
Deborah would kill me. Well, maybe a glimpse of
'Playboy' when I travel on business."
"Hmmm. Ever read smutty on the internet?
MCStories. com? Erticstories.com? Storiesonline.com?
Dark Wandereer.com? Or just the ASSM?"
"'A-S-S-M?'"
"'Alternative Sex Moderated,'" the largest,
most comprehensive site of all and maintained by
readers who contribute money at:
http://www.asstr.org/donations.html
"No, none of that."
"Then you don't know if you have fantasies or not,
Arthur. I think we'd better find out, don't you?"
"But if *I* don't know, how can we find out.?"
"Quite easily. I'll run a psychopornogram on you."
He motioned to a closet-size chamber.
"A psycho-what"
"Never mind. Just remove your clothes and step into
the machine."
"Remove my clothes?"
"Many fantasies -- the good ones, at least -- involve
skin-to-skin contact with the opposite sex. The
psychopornogram records your reactions as experienced
during them."
"Wow! It's warm and slick and ...oooh ... feels like
...tits and ... ahhh, a in here"
"Two very important elements in a male sex fantasy,
I'm sure you'll agree. Sensors and
nano-servo-mechanisms can adjust the organs to various
size, hardness, tightness, etc. The "pussy," --
that's the default setting for the penis receptacle --
can also become an "ass," a "mouth" or a "hand" of
various dimensions and gender."
"Gender?" No way!"
"We're very thorough, Mr. Frusten. Now drink this
before you put on the face piece."
"What's that?"
"A small dose of hypnohol. You need to be very
suggestible for the period of the examination in order
to react fully to each fantasy scenario as it's
presented."
<gulp> And the face piece? Wow! That stuff is ...
goooood"
Well your mouth will also experience contact with
"breasts," "asses," "tummies," "clitties," and "lips"
of both types."
"Mrmpffg?"
"Now just relax as the psychopornogram takes you
through a simulated reading of all 735,451,837 - wait,
I see my "Chloe and Mom: Conclusion" and "Fantasy
Aftermath" have just been posted -- 735,451,839
stories on ASSM."
"Mghrkdv!"
"Exactly."
******
A few hours later, the same small brown in the
same expensive but ill-fitting suit again was sitting
behind the same desk, smiling benevolently at the same
man before him. “What’s the verdict, doc?” he
inquired.
"Well, for a with 'no fantasies,' Arthur, you
certainly have some doozies." the doctor chuckled.
"Who would have thought? You liked a lot of some
pretty kinky stuff, but the psychopornogram went off
the charts when you hit the Frank McCoy stories."
"Frank McWho?"
"Well-known author. Writes fantasies in which is harmless fun and granddads and granddaughters,
mothers and sons, daddies and pre-teen girls, uncles,
aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews happily fuck up a
storm, making babies out the kazoo."
"I wouldn't like that kind of trash!"
"Tell your cock that, Arthur. You came so hard you
shorted out my apparatus. Clearly this is the fantasy
we need your to fulfill for you."
"But my would never fulfill an fantasy of
mine -- if I have one."
"Get your here for an appointment, Arthur, and
leave the rest to Dr. Vargas."
*****
The office and the brown and ill fitting suit were
the same, but facing him was a well put together and
very irate woman, a partially drunk cup of tea sat
before her. "I don't know what kind of a
'relationship specialist' you claim to be, Dr. Vargas,
but there is nothing wrong with Arthur's and my
'relationship' except that he wants to act like a
fourteen year boy."
"Could you elaborate, Mrs. Frusten."
"You know perfectly well what I mean," she glared,
taking a sip of tea to gather her thoughts. "He
pesters me for sex ALL the time. If I didn't keep him
under control, he'd be asking me for it EVERY week,
maybe more! I've explained to Arthur very clearly
that we are NOT having any more children. Since I'm
not messing up my body with artificial chemicals and I
sure don't trust him with condoms, he just has to be
mature enough to restrict himself to once a month
during my safe period."
"I see you DO have a problem."
"I should say." The next sip of tea was more of a
swig. "Besides being oversexed, I can't trust him.
He knew I'd said one child was more than enough, but
one night -- and the sneaky bastard knew just WHICH
night to choose -- he 'romanced' me -- dinner, dancing
-- and then, boom, back home he took advantage of my
having had a little too much to drink. Before I knew
it, he had his hand in my puss making me come like a
cheap whore. He knows I don't permit that! After a
few orgasms I was so addled I let him make love and,
bingo, I wind up expecting again." The woman
shuddered at the memory and sipped the tea.
"And he is so disgusting, no self control. He
masturbates! Every day it appears! I find flaky
pajamas and wadded up tissues - who does he think he's
kidding?"
"It must be very difficult, especially for a woman
like you."
"And what is THAT supposed to mean?" the woman
sputtered with barely contained rage. She took
another sip of tea to control her self. The tea was
the only good think about this wretched interview.
Quite tasty, actually. She took another sip.
"Well, Mrs. Frusten, may I call you Deborah, you are a
healthy woman approaching that period of maximum
sexual responsiveness. It must be difficult for you
to control your volcanic urges."
"'Volcanic?'" She sipped, confused.
"Yes, a deeply buried, seething desire for frequent,
hard, nasty sex, threatening to erupt at any time and
overturn your tranquil life."
"Do you mean to suggest that I ..." she took another
sip of tea, about to tell this quack just how wrong he
was when she realized that she DID occasionally have
certain ... urges. In fact shw was feeling one now.
"...that I should fall into bed every time I feel a
twinge of desire."
"Certainly not Deborah! If you did, you'd spend all
your time on your back," the doctor grinned.
"What?" Could that be right? It was hard to think.
"Yes, but .. I'm a grown woman, I can't ..." Thank
God for the tea. It was helping her stay calm.
"Can't allow your self to express the constant, urgent
need for orgasm clawing at you -- the burning itch
between your legs, the full, tingling that
yearn to be squeezed. You can't allow your husband or
your daughters to see how horny you are all the time.
You have to fight constantly not to throw your self
down and use your fingers or a fourteen inch vibrator
to satisfy, if only fleetingly, the overwhelming need
you have to come!"
The woman was fidgeting, clearly distressed. The
doctor took compassion on her. "You don't dare let
your husband and see what a cum-hungry slut
you really are, Deborah, but here it's OK. No one
will see you give in to your basic needs. You can
take off your blouse ..."
The woman looked confused, but began to unbutton her
blouse.
"That's it Deborah, remove off that thick,
constraining bra -- not the kind of thing a sexy with a set of jugs like yours should be wearing -- and
free those big, sensitive titties.
"It's a relief, isn't it, to be able to rub, tweak and
fondle then. That's it, squeeze those babies. Pinch
your nipples, Deborah, the way you wish you could
allow Arthur to do. Feels good ... sooo good, to have
your huge felt and pawed, ... gnawed!
The woman's eyes were closed as she worked her
unremarkable furiously.
"Feeling up your is great, Deborah, but it
only gets you hotter. Your is getting so wet.
You have to do something. Better shuck that skirt.
It covers up entirely too much of those killer legs
you've got, anyway."
With no further prompting, the woman skivvied out of
the skirt and introduced first one then two, three,
and four fingers into her pussy. The first orgasm
didn't take long.
After a few minutes of watching the buxom matron
pleasuring herself on his couch, the doctor smiled
with satisfaction. "Debbie? Debbie?"
Reluctantly, the woman slowed and finally stopped
frigging herself. Opening her eyes, she gazed at the
smiling brown man. How much her orgasmed-out brain
processed of what she saw and heard was debatable.
"Debbie, Debbie, sweetheart, a sexy little like
you doesn't have to use your fingers to get the sexual
pleasure you need so badly," the kindly explained
"Girl?"
"Of course, Debbie. It's natural for a over-developed
ten-year to be frustrated, seeing and hearing
Daddy fucking or your big every night.
He just doesn't realize how much his 'little Debbie'
has grown. You'll have to think of something to get
Daddy’s attention if you want him to start pleasing
his little with that big prick of his."
"But, I'm ... a woman?" she replied, confused.
"Well, yes, technically. Letting your Josh
take you cherry last year did make you a woman and I'm
sure he'd like to help you, but the twins and his home
room teacher keep little Jeffie pretty busy. And
besides, twelve-year just don't have the
stamina or the size of cock that your hungry little
pussy needs, Debbie. If you put your mind to it, I'm
sure you can get Daddy to fuck his 'baby girl.'"
"I don't understand."
"You will, Debbie, sweetheart. Now if you'll just
drop those and step into this machine ..."
*****
A few weeks later, the same small brown in the
same expensive but ill-fitting suit sat behind the
same desk smiling benevolently at the same before
him. This time the was smiling back.
"I can't believe the change, Dr. Vargas," the exclaimed. "You'll never guess what she did!"
"Oh, I might, but why don't you tell me?"
"Well I waited a few days after her final session with
you and called her 'Debbie' as you told me when I
kissed her goodbye one Friday morning. She stiffened
a little -- she's always hated 'Debbie,' -- but then
she giggled a little and said, 'Good bye, Daddy.'
That was strange enough, but that was nothing compared
to the way she greeted me that night."
"Go on," the doctor settled back as the told his
tale.
"Well I hardly recognized her, the way she was
dressed. She must have been scouring the thrift shops
from the other side of town to find that cheep,
ridiculously short cotton dress. I have no idea how
she managed to pull her hair into pigtails. And the
knee socks and the scruffy loafers and the blouse two
sizes too small. The image of a grown woman packed
into a school-girl outfit got me hard instantly."
"Something that pleased her, no doubt"
"Rather! She tried to jump up into my arms and start
kissing me. Damned near knocked me over. 'Daddy, oh
Daddy,' she bubbled. 'Ya gotta see, ya gotta see!'
She released me and went to get a piece of cardboard.
'Report Card: Grade 5, Debbie McCoy,' it read. Inside
were the 'grades.'
Reading: A;
Writing: A;
Spelling: A;
Geography: A;
Arithmetic: A;
Deportment: A;
Attendance: 100%.
I just stared at the paper dumbly for a minute."
"'I did it, Daddy. Just like I told you I could. Now
you have to keep your promise.'"
"'My promise?' I asked."
"'You 'member, Daddy. You said if I got all A's all
year long, you'd get me anything I wanted for my
birfday.'"
"I was starting to catch on. 'That's wonderful,
sweetheart. I can get you that pony you've been
asking for.'"
"'Oh, silly Daddy!' she giggled. 'I don't want a
PONY.'"
"'Then what, Poopsie? By now she had led me over to
the couch."
"'Guess, Daddy,' she giggled and crawled into my lap.
My God! she hadn't done that since we were first
married and she weighed thirty or forty pounds less.
She almost knocked the breath out of me, but I could
hardly complain. My was, so help me, grinding
her against my groin. Naturally my hands were
on her ass and she WASN'T WEARING PANTIES. 'Doncha
know, Daddy? Cancha you guess what little Debbie
wants for her BIRFDAY?'"
"Well you know the rest. She pointed out that Martha
had already left for cheerleading camp, the twins had
a sleepover and that had taken Josh to visit
Aunt Sue, so we were all alone. I had finally figured
it all out so I let her lead me up to the bedroom --
she wanted me to carry her -- and I laid her out on
the bed. I didn't bother undressing her, just pulled
up the dress, ready to dive into that delicious bush I
remembered from too long ago, when I got my final
shock. Her was bare!
"I was so turned on, I almost stuck it to her right
then; she looked wet enough. I guessed she had been
frigging herself to get ready for me. But I played my
part. I made her 'little feel ‘real good' with
my tongue a few times. God, she was hot; came buckets
in my mouth. She even pleaded with me to 'be gentle'
with my 'big cock' in her 'baby pussy,' but I wasn't.
I had years of frustration to get out of my system and
I fucked the bitch as hard as I could. I did remember
to tell her how tight she was, which was pretty true
considering how seldom she'd been letting me fuck
her."
"I thought I was in heaven, at last, fucking my sexy
wife and her responding passionately, orgasming
repeatedly on my cock. I had almost forgotten the
other part until she started in. 'Oh, Daddy! Are you
going to do it? Are you going to come in me? Are you
going to knock up your baby girl? You're so big in
me! Are you going to squirt little Debbie full of
your potent baby juice, Daddy? My period was just too
weeks ago, Daddy; I think I'm ready. Do you want to
get your little pregnant, Daddy? Do you want to
see little Debbie's tummy get big and fat? Will you
suck milk from my big boobies?'"
"I was fucking her with everything I had, sweating
like a pig, about to explode. 'Yes, Daddy, yes. I
feel you swelling up in me. Come in me, Daddy. Give
me a babyyyyyyyyyyyy!' She screamed one final orgasm
and I erupted into her. I fell off of her and she
scoonched over next to me but stayed on her back. I
remembered about keeping the in it in where it
would 'do her the most good' and helped her put a
pillow under her butt. Of course couldn't pass up the
opportunity to eat that sweet shaved again and
make her come several more times, I was so wound up.
"Of course 'little Debbie' was insatiable that weekend
and insisted that I fuck her again and again 'to make
sure she had a 'happy BIRFday.' I always 'got her
little ready' for my 'big cock' by eating
her bald and from the way the woman was
juicing, the clear sticky precum that met my tongue
even before I started working her up, I didn't doubt
she was fertile that night. And I shot, squirted,
pumped, exploded, and unloaded enough semen into
Deborah those three nights and two days to impregnate
a whole fifth grade class of horny school-girls, even
more one sexy woman in her prime.
"Little Debbie kissed me goodbye on Monday morning,
thanking me for giving her an early morning load of
spunk to 'warm her little pussy' and telling me how
jealous ‘all her little friends at school would be,’
but when I came home that evening, the sexually
precocious who wanted Daddy to fuck her was gone.
In her place was Deborah, but a totally different
Deborah. Instead of a sexless harridan, I found a
beautiful, voluptuous woman intent on seducing her
husband. She had been shopping again and this time
not at the Salvation Army thrift store. A woman in a
short, tight skirt, see-through blouse, impossibly
high heels and hightops, perfectly made up, perfumed
and coiffeured came into my arms. I almost came in my
pants.
"To say she was in an amorous mood was to say the
Yankees on opening day were ready to play baseball.
Her tongue was in my mouth and her arms pulled me
tight against her. My hands easily slid up under the
skirt to find her bare ass cheeks. Closer
examination, aided by the way she wiggled her butt in
my palms, revealed there was a thong there, but
barely.
A fancy dinner was ready, but it didn't get eaten. I
led her to bed where she gave me the satisfaction of
undressing her, kissing her sexy figure inch by
delicious inch as I disrobed her. A flood of
commentary about much I loved each luscious part of
her body poured out. I saved for last removing the
silly pretense of a thong from her pussy. I had never
seen it warmer, wetter, and more inviting. She spread
her legs and let me plunge in. Something seemed odd,
but I was so overwhelmed by the sexiness of her sex, I
happily plunged in.
I must say, nice as it was to play out my little
fantasy, I actually enjoyed making love to my adult
wife that night even better. I told her how much I
loved her, adored her, as we fucked and afterward as
we held each other close, and before we started up
again. She told me she loved me, too, and intended to
let me see just how much.
"I woke up with my head between her plump legs, my
tongue joyfully fighting its way through her steamy
jungle toward the treasure that lay within. I had
eaten her to three orgasms and fucked her to a fourth
and fifth when I finally realized what was wrong. I
never eat pussy!"
"Well, Mr. Frusten, I AM a relationships counselor and
I did explain that the key to a hot marriage is to
bring about a 'convergence' of fantasies. The weekend
was your fantasy, mainly; the next night was mostly
hers.
"But that's not what I paid ..."
"You've got a hot, sexy, probably knocked up wife,
Arthur. What part of 'lucky bastard' don't you
understand? You'll be getting my bill shortly."
Epilogue:
In a large suburban house, far away from the small
brown in the expensive but ill-fitting suit
sitting behind a desk, a curvy woman in pigtails and a
cheep short cotton dress had her arms around her
bewildered husband. "You did it Daddy! You made your
baby pregnant," she gushed, waiving an EPT.
"Iddn't it cool, Daddy? My little tummy is gonna get
sooo big and all the other in my class are gonna
be sooo jealous of my boobies. Do 'ya think you could
have put more than one in me, huh, Daddy? You sure
tried! <giggle> Wouldn't that be funny, Daddy, if you
gave little Debbie two or three babies and Josh could
gave and Martha only one? I can hardly wait
'til I have this baby, Daddy. Know why?”
The grinned, "No, why, Poopsie?"
"Oh, you know why, Daddy! So you can start making our
baby a little or to fuck. How many of
your babies do you think I can have before I finish
High School, Daddy."
"Deborah! Deborah!" he spoke and shook her gently.
The woman shuddered, looked down at her attire, then
at the man, and smiled.
"As many as you want, my love," he replied.
The End
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