Just Another Kind of Group Therapy

This was the third time I had attended a session like this. At the first two, to be quite honest I was shitting myself. However, this time, with these experiences under my belt I felt like an experienced hand. I now think of it as a kind of group therapy. Today the get-together had been organised by Cathy, a divorcee who had said she was in her early forties and who had over five years experience hosting socials such as this. I had ‘met’ Cathy on the Internet, through a forum and user group for people who shared some of the same interests and for many, afflictions, as me. We had chatted and had phone sex at least a dozen times before she invited me to join one of her group therapy sessions as she put it. Having been to similar sessions with other people before, I found the offer almost impossible to refuse.

Looking at the house from the street, it was a pretty conventional, well kept semi-detached suburban house that looked similar to most of the others on the estate. Checking the tatty piece of paper that I had scrawled the street name and number on for the final time, I took the now flavourless mint gum I had been chewing for the last fifteen minutes from my mouth and wrapped it, putting it in my pocket until I could find a bin. The garden was well kept. Cathy obviously had green fingers.

As I reached the regular looking UPVC door, I couldn’t help chuckle to myself when I saw the brass numbers screwed onto it. 69. Was this intentional, or just a quirk of fate? It didn’t really matter, but I felt sure it put the people who passed through the door at ease. Pressing the doorbell firmly twice, I checked my appearance for a final time. After about a ten second wait, I could see a figure approaching the door through the frosted glass panel.

‘Well hello, it’s John I presume. I’m Cathy.’ Cathy, who spoke with a rather elegant, almost posh home counties accent was dressed in a pristine white bath robe which smelled like it had just been taken from the wash a matter of seconds ago.

‘Hi Cathy, you presume correctly’I responded. ‘I am very pleased to meet you at last’.

‘The pleasure is all mine. Now, forgive me if I a seem like I am rushing you, but, you are a little late, so if I may show you where you can get changed’. After closing the door behind me, Cathy led me to the dining room. Although it was the middle of the day, she had the curtains drawn and the lights on. ‘Take your time, get a drink if you like, and when you are ready, come to the play room and knock on the door’.

As Cathy closed the door behind herself, I scanned the room and noticed that she had placed a selection of drinks on the table, as well as a plate of biscuits. Regardless of the purpose of a visit, you could always rely on a British housewife to provide a great choice of unhealthy snacks. Unscrewing the top off the bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey she had made available, I poured myself a quick double for a little dutch courage. I didn’t really need it, but if its on offer, its rude not to accept the hospitality.

Feeling a warm glow throughout my body, I thought it would be unfair to keep Cathy and her other guests waiting any longer, so without any further hesitation, I removed my clothes, folding them neatly and leaving them in a pile on one of the empty dining room chairs. Tying my favourite blue bath towel round my waist, I reached into the pocket of my bag and sprayed a little Fahrenheit on my neck. Checking myself vainly in the mirror, I left the dining room and approached the door behind which I could here laughter and what seemed quite jovial conversation. Remembering what Cathy had said, on reaching the door, I knocked twice, firmly, and waited. Within seconds, my host appeared at the door, and whispered quietly in my ear.

‘John, before we go any further, I just want to check you are OK with the house rules’. Cathy was friendly but firm.

‘Of course, after we start there should be no touching, no directing, no splattering and most importantly, act with courtesy and respect at all times’I replied, as a wry smile crossed my lips which was matched by a similar reaction from Cathy.

‘Good. They are not out of the ordinary, but I like everyone to feel comfortable and get the most out of these get-togethers. Now let me introduce you to the others. As I said, you are the last to arrive and everyone is eager to get going’.

As I entered the room, I could feel five sets of eyes fixing themselves on me, looking me up and down and checking me out. I was the reason for the delay. Considering this, I thought I would take the lead and break the ice. ‘Hi guys. Please let me apologise for keeping you waiting, the roads were terrible today. I’m John.’

One by one, Cathy introduced the other people in the room. Two, who I assumed were a couple we sat on one of the sofa’s, while another guy was sat on the matching arm chair, positioned next to them. Finally, two other rather contrasting women were sat a the three seater sofa positioned opposite the others.

From the left, Colin. At a guess Colin was in in his fifties, quite stout in appearance with a girth that suggested that he had enjoyed quite a comfortable life. He was wearing a very elegant robe, no doubt in the colours of his old school or university. ‘How do you do my good man?’he asked, as he shook my hand firmly.

Next was Dot, Colin’s wife. She looked a little older, and again, showed the signs of having lived the good life. Like Cathy, she wore a white robe, although her figure wasn’t anywhere near as trim. In fact it was hard not to notice that her top could barely contain her huge breasts. ‘Hello my dear, Colin and I have heard so much about you’,she stated, flashing Cathy a devilish wink.

On the chair alone was JD. JD must have been in his early forties and was clearly of African origin. He had a very toned body which for a man of his age was pretty remarkable. Further, he was barely covered by the extremely small red towel that he had round his waist. When I looked at JD, I knew his face, but couldn’t quite place him. JD just smiled and nodded.

On one end of the three seater sofa was a younger lady who immediately grabbed my attention. Shadia looked around twenty and at first appearance seemed middle eastern in origin. She was very petite, with a dark complexion, and wearing an old t-shirt that was about six sizes too big for her. I have to admit, I found it hard to take my eyes of Shadia, and her own big brown eyes were staring back at me with a similar level of interest and what I hoped was lust. We exchanged a smile rather than words.

Finally, on the other end of the sofa was Claire. ‘Hello, I’m Claire’she said as she jumped up from her position perched on the arm and waved like an excited child. ‘I’m new to this and not really sure what to expect but I really can’t wait to get started’. Claire was probably in her mid twenties, and had a fuller figure, which was covered by a large bath towel. She was kind of attractive. I think.

‘I think that’s everyone John’, Cathy surmised. ‘With that, I think it’s time we got on with what we really came here for’she continued. Without warning, Cathy undid the towelling cord that was holding her robe together, before dropping it off her shoulders and on to the floor. She was totally naked, and when I recalled the description of her own appearance she had given me when we were having phone sex, she had been very honest, perhaps even a little hard on herself. ‘I’m going without toys today’she added as she took a seat on the large rocking chair which occupied a central position in the ‘circle’ of seating, kind of like what I imagined King Arthur’s round table must have been like. Slowly, she started to run her hands lightly up and down her body.

‘Well Cathy’responded JD,‘I am always happy to see you naked, and as you can tell you this occasion is no different’. Removing his small towel, JD’s very large cock sprung to attention. While I had never paid too much attention to cocks, it was clear that this was big. What really grabbed my attention was how angry it looked, and despite the very dark shaft, the pinkish, red head still stood out. JD and Cathy were clearly there to see each other, and had positioned themselves virtually opposite to each other. From there looks, and I may have been wrong, but I guessed that they had actually fucked each other on occasions, and that this was something that made life a little entertaining and also allowed for them to find potential new people to join them when they upped the ante.

Standing up and dropping her towel, Claire was the next to get naked. Clearly knowing a little about the relationship between the JD and Cathy, Claire smiled at Cathy, reminding her of how good she had claimed JD’s performance would be.‘Last time we chatted on the phone, Cathy promised me that you would give us a performance to remember. Lets hope so, because I told her that I wouldn’t make her cum again with my tongue unless you were there watching.’From the inference, I assume that Cathy and Claire and slept together as well. I was starting to wonder if I was the only one who hadn’t.

While Cathy, JD and Claire and been openly flirting with each other, Colin and Dot had opened their robes without taking them off and were quietly teasing themselves. Colin had a vacent smile on his face as he teased his relatively small cock between his fingers, while Dot had closed her eyes, and was using one hand to tease gently around her inner thighs, and the other to stroke her huge nipples. I had never seen such big nipples in real life, and as Dot flicked it around between her fingers it swelled to what must have been its fully aroused state. At a guess I would say it must have been at least an inch and a half long and wide. Despite the fact that I didn’t find this older woman in the slightest bit attractive, I would have happily played with those nipples if invited.

By this time, watching these five people masturbating, each in their own distinctive way, I found that my own hand had moved down to my own cock, and I was slowly moving it up and down the shaft, adding a little twisting motion for added intensity. It felt good.

As time passed, it was fascinating, and such a turn on to see how people brought themselves pleasure. The techniques they used, the positions they took, and who and what they looked at for stimulation. For some people, it was clearly about the exhibitionism. The fact that they were there, being watched was an aphrodisiac for them. For others, it was much more about being the voyeur, watching others tease themselves. What is indescribable is the atmosphere and sexual tension in the room. The key rules that there were, namely no touching and no directing meant that participants, or as they were, wankers, could do what they enjoyed and what pleased them without feeling the pressure to perform in any specific way. The smell was also special. There were seven people, all naked and masturbating. It smelled of sex, but not in a bad way. In a way that heightened the sexual tension.

While I had watched everyone, and certainly had been observed myself by more than one of my new friends, I had given most of my attention to Shadia. She had been the last to start, and only removed her t-shirt during the last five minutes or so. Underneath, her figure was as near to perfect as I could have imagined. Her breasts were probably of average size, around a c-cup I guessed, topped by delightful little nipples that were a darker shade of brown that her skin. What I also loved about Shadia was that she didn’t shave completely. Although she clearly trimmed, her pubic area was covered with thick, black hair, that looked soft and wispy to the touch. What really turned me on was the the fact that she was so aroused and wet was clearly visible on her hair. Shadia knew I was captivated by what I was seeing and made sure that I was getting a great view of what she was doing to herself. She even managed to let me know, through gestures and quiet whispers, what she wanted to see me doing to myself. ‘Harder’,or ‘faster’were the most frequent commands I heard.

Despite the fact that directing was strictly forbidden, I didn’t care, and I just did as she had told me. The no direction rule was there to stop the men telling the ladies what to do. I started to wank myself off harder and faster, almost trying to mirror the rhythm of her own fingers as they rubbed her clit. In a pre-orgasmic daze, I looked at the clock and saw that everyone in the room had been wanking themselves off for at least twenty minutes, and based on experience I guessed that everyone could have made themselves cum multiple times by this point. But no-one wanted to be the first.

Sensing the passage of time, Cathy was now sat with her back firmly pressed into the cushions on her rocking chair and her legs spread wide. Although I had noticed that she was a finger fucker earlier, she had now started to focus solely on her clitoris and was rubbing herself furiously. Between her deep breaths, she attempted to get everyone’s attention. ‘OK. As your host I think its, … ‘,she paused as if she had set herself off a little earlier than intended,‘… sorry, its my job to make sure I cum first, so I’d like your attention’. Almost immediately, Cathy arched her head back, and let out a scream of pleasure. ‘Oh my god, oh my fucking …’. It almost sounded painful.

Hearing Cathy cum had also pushed JD and Claire to the point of orgasm. JD was sat upright stroking his long, hard cock slowly. I knew that feeling. If he as much as touched it more or less, and lost that rhythm, he would cum instantly. Still grinding her pussy into the arm of Cathy’s leather sofa, Claire, who had been watching JD wank himself off intently for the last ten minutes at everyone’s expense decided that she would hurry him along. ‘Now listen to me’she said, almost chastising JD. ‘I have been watching you stroke that big black cock of yours for the last ten fucking minutes. I am about to cum and I really want to see you cum all over those fucking beuatiful abs of yours while I do. Don’t dissapoint me’.

‘Anything for your pleasure you bossy slut’JD replied, easing himself back. ‘Why don’t you imagine sitting on this big cock o’mine while you fuck that sofa. Well, what are you waiting for?’ With renewed vigour, JD wanked his cock hard and fast, and within seconds grunted as he emptied what seemed liked a bucket full of creamy, white jizz all over his stomach and chest. Almost in unison, Claire stopped talking, and rode the arm of the sofa harder and faster. Her huge tits bounced up and down uncontrollably and as she closed her eyes hard, her whole face contorted as her orgasm spread throughout her body. As the initial wave eased, Claire slowed her rhythm and pace so that she could basque in the attention that she was getting.

‘My turn I believe’came an almost polite request from Colin. ‘I really need to cum now, and I have to say, its the guys that have done it for me today. You have great cocks gentlemen. It reminds me of the good old days at boarding school’. I had never had another guy wank himself over me before, but I suppose I wasn’t really in a position to object and he had been very polite about it.

‘Glad to be of service, and I hope your good lady wife enjoyed the show also’. I replied, partly in jest.

‘Oh my goodness of course. She is a silent cummer, and I’m guessing from the look on her face, she has already done it at least twice. She is a cheeky bitch isn’t she.’Colin retorted.

‘Now then, its just you two left isn’t it.’Cathy said to Shadia and myself, still teasing her own clitoris gently. ‘Now I can see from the way you have been looking at each other that you genuinely want to fuck each other like bunnies, but thats not allowed, so c’mon, lets see you fuck with your eyes and other senses’.

I decided that I would try to push the limit as much as I could, and as accidental touching and leaning on each other was acceptable, I pushed myself close up next to Shadia. She had her eyes closed, her legs spread and was masturbating furiously with two hands. With one hand she was teasing her pussy with two fingers, teasing them in and out like I imagined she liked being fucked. At the same time, she was using the other hand to tease her clitoris. She looked amazing, in part because her thick, dark pubic hair protected her modesty a little. Sensing my presence, Shadia lifted a leg and put it across mine, something that although not entirely following the rules, wasn’t something I was going to object to.

By this point I was close to bursting point, and although I was enjoying being the centre of attention, I turned my head towards Shadia’s ear and whispered ‘I am going to cum now, but I really want you to as well. Can you?’

Without verbalising a response, Shadia nodded, and started gently squeezing her clitoris between her finger and thumb. As her orgasm started, I noticed that her pert boobs had stopped bobbing up and down, leaving her hard, excited nipples exposed in the air. She held her breath as she came, and on the release of her orgasm, she started to breath heavily as if she had just finsihed a hundred metre race. I couldn’t hold on any longer and wanking furiously until I came all over my stomach and chest.

As I lay in a daze, basking in the smell of sex, Shadia, who had put her T-shirt back on whispered in my ear. ‘Let me get changed, and then if you are still interested in meeting me, Ill take your number before I go’. Still unable to bring myself to move, I watched her walk out of the room. She had quite long legs for a lady that was quite short in stature, and her long dark hair bounced as she moved gracefully. Finally motivating myself to move, I used wet wipes that Cathy had conveniently and discreetly placed in her playroom to clean myself up before moving back into the dining room to get dressed. While my experience told me that some attendees of occasions like this enjoyed hanging around and making idle chit chat with the people they had just shared their experience with, I’m not one of those, so I said some goodbyes and thank yous before waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Shadia, who I could hear at the top of the stairs thanking Cathy for hosting and inviting her.

Although it was sometimes a surprise to see people in their normal, everyday clothes, expecially after being so close to them naked while they masturbated in front of a group of people, nothing prepared me for what I was about to see. As she came down the stairs from the room where the women had prepared, Shadia had dressed and was now wearing a traditional headscarf and plain middle-eastern dress, and although her stunning brown eyes were still clearly visible, her figure and gorgeous long black hair was covered. Sensing my surprise, Shadia grabbed my hand and simply asked ‘still interested? Ill understand if not’.

‘Fuck yes’, was my response as I handed her a piece of paper with my phone number on.

‘I hoped so. Ill text you when I can’.

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This is my first story post here (I have had it on another site I used to use). I would love feedback, and also really like to know if I should write a follow up.