A Different Kind of Therapy Ch. 02

This is a continuation on the events that happened in chapter one. I really do recommend reading the previous chapter first, to better understand the background to this story. To summarize though: my boyfriend brought me home to his parents, and we ended up staying overnight. As he and his dad went to bed, his mother, who turned out to be equipped with a monstrously huge cock fucked me to within an inch of my life in their sauna.

Originally, I hadn’t planned on writing a second chapter. When I sit down to write though, I go where the inspiration takes me, and a voice in my head told me to let you know how the rest of that night went. It’s a little shorter than some of my other work, and focuses less on the story and more on the action. The usual disclaimers apply, if themes of infidelity or women with cocks offend you, I recommend you stop reading right now. Close the browser and have a cup of coffee or something. If not, I hope you enjoy, and as always constructive feedback is welcome.

Xoxo

Anna

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Amanda’s cock softened somewhat, but I still winced a little as she pulled out of me. For a split second I felt more empty than ever before, and I wished she’d impale me again, but I think we both knew we’d never leave the sauna if she did. Instead, she got up on her knees, smiling at me, as she helped me get up.

My knees were still a little shaky as I stood up, but I didn’t care. The last orgasm had been so completely overwhelming, and I had finally learned what real sex was like. I couldn’t stop smiling, as Amanda led me to the two showers right outside the door to the sauna. I felt like a school girl, who’d finally had sex with her crush. I was beyond exhausted, but as the warm water washed over me, the shower was reinvigorating.

There was no wall between the shower heads, and Amanda stood 3 or 4 feet away from me, as we showered together. Both me and Amanda smiled at each other, and I almost giggled, trying to look as if I wasn’t admiring her naked body, her flawless skin, her beautiful hair and her amazing breasts. It was as if I was showering with a goddess of pleasure. I looked down at her crotch, my pussy tingling as I watched her majestic cock hanging between her legs.

Even though it was flaccid, it was still larger than any I had seen before, and it blew my mind that I had been able to take that monster inside me and survive. I forced myself to look away, and looked back up at Amanda’s face, smiling back at me. It almost seemed like she had as hard a time looking away from me, as I had looking away from her. From the look in her eyes, she would like nothing more than to ravage me the whole night, and it was as if there was an unspoken agreement between us that my boyfriend’s mother was more a more suitable guide in my sexual awakening than my boyfriend.

Thankfully she also had the clarity to see that I would need to process what had happened, and there was a real world outside the sauna, that we both needed to face sooner or later.

We finished showering, and dried ourselves off using a pair of warm towels. Amanda helped me dry my back, and her touch was so excruciatingly soft and warm, it was almost like en erotic torture. Even though she had worn out both my throat and pussy, I knew I would say yes to any advance she made. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning, knowing it would be cruel to tease Amanda by showing her how badly I wanted her. I then turned around to dry her back, and as I reached her lower back, I felt her flinch.

“C-careful, cara mia,” Amanda said, and I heard the arousal in her thick voice. “You’d better stop there, or we’ll never be able to leave this room,” she added, echoing my earlier thoughts. I could easily have reached around her, perhaps even using the towel to stroke her cock back to hardness. I sensed she wouldn’t have protested, and it would have taken no more than a few words to make her fuck my face, using her massive shaft to tear my throat apart.

No, Anna.

Stop.

I swallowed hard, and shook my head, and it took a huge effort of will, to step back from Amanda, putting the towel back on a shelf. She then walked over to a cupboard, and grabbed a large t-shirt.

“Here, my precious. You can sleep in this,” Amanda said with a smile, looking at me as I put it on, and gathered my clothes. The t-shirt was absolutely huge, easily covering my crotch and ending almost halfway down my thighs. We both giggled at how I looked, and I looked up at Amanda, puzzled as to why she wasn’t getting dressed as well.

“I always sleep naked, Amanda said, clearly seeing the puzzlement in my eyes. “That way, if Eric wakes up before me, he doesn’t have to undress me before he fucks me,” she added with a wicked grin. I imagined her laying naked in bed, her husband waking up and caressing her, and the gleam in Amanda’s eyes told me she knew what I was imagining in that moment. I blushed as I realized I was grinning back at the mental image of Amanda and Eric naked together. I blinked a few times to get the image out of my mind.

“Come, cara mia,” Amanda said, and gently grabbed my hand. “Let us go to the men in our lives, and sleep,” she added with a mischievous wink, as she led me up the stairs, through the kitchen and upstairs to the bedrooms. The men in our lives, huh? Oh, that’s right. For a few moments I had been so swept away by Amanda’s sheer personality, that I had forgotten all about Cory, my oblivious boyfriend, sleeping soundly, not a hundred feet away from where his mother had… what? Made love to me? Not even close. More like fucked the living daylights out of me.

Now, every step I took was a step closer to saying good night to Amanda, a step closer to laying down next to my boyfriend. I guess there are many words that can describe my feelings, as this amazing woman led me down the hallways. Awestruck? Smitten? In love, even? I don’t know which is more accurate. All I knew in that moment was that she had given me the most wonderful, painful but still loving, amazing experience of my life. I knew I was deluding myself, but I guess I just wished the moment could last a little longer. My thoughts were interrupted by Amanda stopping by the door to Cory’s bedroom. I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn’t quite know what to say. Good night? That felt terribly inadequate.

“Listen, cara mia,” Amanda said, speaking softly, as she raised a hand, her fingers stroking my cheek. “I know that beautiful brain of yours is running at a thousand miles per hour right now, trying to process what has happened tonight,” she added, giving me a lovingly gentle smile. I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to say, but I knew that no words were necessary. She knew what I was going through, and what we had done meant to me, so I merely nodded.

“I want you to know that I think you are a wonderful, young woman, not to mention breathtakingly beautiful” Amanda continued, still stroking my cheek, looking deep into my eyes. Her words shot straight into my heart, and I swallowed hard to keep the tears from my eyes.

“I do not regret making you cheat on my son, and I hope you feel the same. Take as long as you need to think things over, and if you wish to talk, I’ll be here tomorrow morning when you wake up”, Amanda said, before leaning in close, gently placing her lips against my own. My head was already spinning with the emotions running through my mind, and I barely had time to register the soft sensation before I felt myself kissing her back. Her kiss was softer than any I had ever felt before, and as soon as it ended, I found myself wanting to feel it again. And again. Amanda looked at me, her smile betraying a hint of sadness, as she stroked my cheek one last time, before turning and walking away to hers and Eric’s bedroom.

I took a deep breath, before walking into Cory’s bedroom, seeing my boyfriend sleeping soundly, oblivious to the storm of emotions running through his girlfriend. As I lay down next to him, I could see his face, thanks to the moonlight streaming in through the window. He looked so peaceful as he slept, and I smiled sadly, stopping to consider how much I really loved him.

I lay there under the covers for the longest time, thinking back to when I had practically thrown myself at him, and slowly but surely, a realization crept up on me. If I stayed with Cory, he would surely make love to me, and I was sure his love was genuine, but he would never be able to fuck me. He would never just take me, ravage me, and make me scream in pleasure.

His mother had shown me the alternative though.

I spread my legs slightly, one hand slowly making its way down my stomach, as I stopped to consider that all my neurosis’s about fucking, all my hang ups on taking a huge cock inside me, all they had done was to keep me from realizing what true pleasure felt like. Sure, it had hurt like hell, and my throat was still a little sore, but the pain had only fueled my arousal, and even though I’d had orgasms before, they were but pale shadows compared to what I had just experienced.

As I thought back to what can almost be described as the revelation I had with Amanda, my mind alternated between the feeling of such a monstrously large cock so deep inside me, and the tenderness I had seen in her eyes, even as she pounded me into the floor. I allowed the mix of emotions to linger in my mind, as I pulled up the t-shirt I was wearing, my free right hand moving on its own volition to caress my right breast, while my left hand reached my pussy-lips, my index finger and middle finger probing the sensitive skin.

It became harder and harder to remain silent, my nipples growing taut as my entire body began to ache with a growing need to be touched.

My mind then wandered to Amanda’s words after the shower, and how she’d walked naked into their bedroom. Had Eric woken up when she walked in? Was he fucking her right now, or was he perhaps pleasuring that majestic cock of hers? I bit my lower lip again to keep from moaning myself, as I imagined Eric’s hands all over Amanda’s beautiful body.