...... "Can't we do this together?" Nan Whitecomb asked. She was lying on Brandon's bed, propped on an elbow, watching him take off his trousers and then shed his briefs. "Together?" "The nondemand genital pleasuring." Naked, Brandon sat down on the bed, puzzled. ...... "I'll enjoy it," he said with a smile. He dropped down next to her, maneuvered himself closer until their bare hips touched. He saw her close her eyes. He reached toward her head, the closed his own eyes and began passing his fingers through her hair, around her ear, down her cheek, along her neck. At the same time, he felt her warm fingers on his face, imitating his own caressing. Gradually, he slid his hand down to her breasts, cupping them lightly. They were soft except for her nipples, which had hardened. As he did this, he felt her fingers on his chest, rubbing the hair on his chest, rubbing his nipples, because she had not forgotten that this could be an erogenous zone for a male as well. They continued their stroking, until fifteen or twenty minutes had passed. At last his free hand inched down until it could feel the upper rim of her pubic hair. It was when she was about to do the same to him that his major misgiving surface. For he knew that he had a growing erection. Once her fingers reached it, he was concerned about his control. Just as he felt the bud of her clitoris under his touch, he also felt her fingers encircle his hard penis. It would take Spartan effort to hold himself in check, and he knew it would be difficult because he knew that he was swelling and rising toward an orgasm. With great rapidity, his fingers massaged her clitoris. A sound escaped her lips, and her strangled words broke the silence. "Oh, my ... my, don't -- don't stop!" Then her voice cracked, "Keep going!" His massaging became more intense but so did his own desire for an orgasm in her hand. "Ohhh!" she cried out, and as she did so, her torso arched and shook, and her fingers gripping his penis tightened hard around it. At once, all desire to have an orgasm ceased within him. Involuntarily, she had applied the squeeze technique. "I'm coming," she choked out. ......

...... "Dinner can wait, can't it?" he whispered into her ear. "Do you -- do you have something better in mind?" she said weakly. "This." He brought his face down to her and pressed his lips to hers, then kissed her hard. "I'm trying to tell you I love you," he said. Momentarily, she drew back. "Paul, I love you, too. Let's stop wasting time ..." "I was hoping you'd --" "-- go on from here? I can't wait." She linked an arm in his. "My bedroom's off the hall." He followed her into a small but pretty room, with flowered chintz chairs and curtains, a pair of lamp shades in pink, and a queen-size bed, ready for occupancy. Gayle stood silently as he undressed her, then himself. She watched him stiffen and felt herself grow damp. He grabbed her smothering her mouth with kisses, and slowly moved his mouth down to her breasts, tonguing and kissing each until the brown nipples were enlarged and firm. ......

...... Bent over her, he went for her head, his finger running through her hair, then dancing over every crevice of her face, and playing along her shoulders. Her breasts were heaving when he reached them, and the nipples were points. As he stroked her stomach, there was an almost inaudible sound. He thought it might have been a moan. His fingers touched her pubic hairline and glided over the visible bud of her clitoris. Her knees came up, and her legs spread, and he knew he would never get to her thighs. "I want to come ..." she sighed. He had meant to get to her thighs, but he would never make it. After all, this was genital pleasuring, and Nan did not deserve to be deprived of it. His fingers were going from her clitoris to her vagina and back again, and abruptly she raised her hips well off the bed. "Paul, Paul," she cried out, and then she exclaimed. "I'm coming!" He knew, he knew, and helped her all the way over the top. When the prolonged orgasm ended, she sank down on the bed limp, trying to catch her breath. The he got to her thighs at last, caressing them, and after that her legs. Throughout the remainder of the exercise, she lay motionless, and he told himself that she was too exhausted to pleasure him the same way, which in a sense was a relief. Because he didn't want his body to subvert his determination not to get too involved with her. Suddenly, to his surprise, she was sitting up, her eyes open. "Thank you, Paul," she said, and leaned over and kissed him. "You wanted me to have feelings," she added. "I had them, very much." ...... She pushed him backward. "Now my turn," she said. "I'm going to do it to you. I hope you have the same feelings." ...... "You're gorgeous, sweet and gorgeous," he heard her whisper. He made believe it was Gayle speaking to him ... He could see Gayle nude and magnificent as she had been last night ... And then he knew it was happening to him. His swollen penis was rising, standing straight up. There was no containing it. He was helpless now. Her hand had curled around his rigidity, very practiced, perfect, perfect, perfect. He did not know how many minutes had passed. Maybe five or six. Maybe more. But it seemed an eternity of delight, and he wanted only release. "I -- I -- I ..." Her hand moved faster. "I know, my darling," she whispered. Her hand covered the top of his penis, and he came and came and came. The next thing he knew was the satiny feel of her pliant body. She was lying close to him, he realized, and embracing him. ......

..... They were stretched out on the broad mat together, both nude, and Gayle propped herself on an elbow and decided to be direct with Adam Demski. "If you're wondering what's next, Adam, it's penetration." She saw concern cross his countenance. She went on easily. "This will not be the only attempt, Adam. There'll be another -- maybe two more. I don't want you becoming nervous and starting to look at yourself as a performer." "Do you think I can do it?" "I feel you can. That's why we're going to undertake the exercise. I'll be dominant partner, the one on top. The exercise is called stuffing and quiet penetration." "Stuffing?" he said. "What does that ...?" "Let me explain, Adam. Most men think that to achieve intercourse they have to have an erection that is rock hard. Well, that's not true, not true at all." "It isn't?" Gayle resumed earnestly. "I'll let you in on a secret, Adam. Intercourse can be accomplished with an almost flaccid penis. If you get only five percent swollen, not one hundred percent, it's enough. Most men prefer the missionary position, them selves on top, because it's more macho. But with this exercise, with me on top, I'll be better able to direct and control what follows. With myself above you, I can use gravity, instead of working against it. We'll start with this soft penetration. Next time or the time after, we'll do the harder penetration, with the male superior and thrusting. But for this time it is me on top." "I don't know ..." "I know. I know you've solved Your impotency because I've seen it. I know you can feel pleasure, feel sensuous, and make me feel good, too. Let's not be grim and serious. Let's be playful, have fun. I'm going to ask you to kiss my breasts and run Your hands over my body, and then I'm going to caress you all over, including Your genitals. I'll tell you when you're ready." Resignation left Demski's face and made way for interest and curiosity. Gayle fell back against the pillow. "Adam, touch my breasts, kiss them and the rest of me." He half rose and began to oblige her. After minutes of this foreplay, Gayle gently pushed him down on his back and began to run her fingers over his face, his chest, allowing them to play across his upper thighs. Then at last she began to play with his testicles and stroke his penis. She could feel his penis enlarging, not to a fully erect position, but definitely enlarging. It was enough, she decided. "Lie quietly, Adam, and don't move." Gracefully, she mounted him, taking his barely swollen penis in the fingers of one hand and directing it to her vagina. Slowly, easily, she began putting the penis into her vulva, and she could feel his small shaft inside her. "Remember The Clock, Adam? When you used Your finger inside me? Now it's Your penis inside me." "I'm not sure I'm in you." "Okay, I'll prove you are." Astride him, Gayle tightened her inner vaginal muscles. "Did you feel that?" "And how!" "No moving, Adam. No thrusting or trying to perform. This exercise should accomplish no more than prove to you that you can get inside me. The real purpose is not to perform but to get you used to being potent enough to enter me, to have Your penis in a woman's vagina in a nonthreatening, nondemanding situation. The whole idea is to let you know that you can get enough of an erection to enter a woman and to sustain that erection inside her. How does it feel?" "Good, very good." Although she tried to teach her patients not to be detached, Gayle made herself become detached in these moments. She wanted to be a spectator to his reaction. They had been motionless for some time, and inside her vulva, she could feel him softening and receding slightly. So as not to let him lose what had been gained, not undermine his confidence, she whispered, "Okay, Adam, you can move a little if you want to." "I want to." "Go ahead. Back and forth a few times. It may make you come. If it does, don't worry. That would be natural." Her thighs closed on him as he began to move inside her. For an instant, she felt his penis grow more rigid, and he moved faster, and then he came, gurgling with pleasure. .....

...... After she had douched and bathed, Gayle slipped into a fresh robe, in time to show Chet Hunter inside. ...... "....... What we call soft penetration -- meaning not that you'll be soft, but we'll go at it slowly, to get you used to being inside me but holding back." "Great." "As long as you can hold off from prematurely ejaculating, we'll continue the squeeze technique together. You'll see how effective it is." "I'm ready when you are. Can we start now?" "Certainly. Let's lie down together and take turns caressing each other until you get an erection." "That won't take long, honey." He was staring at her breasts. "Once I touch those boobs, I'll be sky-high." "Fine. Then you remain on Your back and let me get on top." ...... Once they were side by side on the mat, Gayle began to stroke him, moving her fingers past his genitals to avoid exciting him too soon. After a while, she lay back and indicated that Hunter could caress her. When Hunter's hand reached her breasts, and as he had predicted, his erection was instantaneous. She could feel it against her. She peered down. Full erection. No problem there. What happened next would confront the problem. But Gayle was experienced with such cases, and confident. "All right, lie back, Chet, and let me do the rest." Obediently, he dropped into a supine position, and Gayle rose to her knees and gently mounted him. She inched closer to him until the top of his penis brushed her pubic hair. "How do you feel?" she asked. His eyes were shut, his expression distorted. "Like coming ... I feel like --" Immediately, her hand darted down to the hand of his penis, catching it between three fingers and pressing. ...... Still astride him, Gayle's fingers fluttered around his face, neck, chest. Automatically, he reached up for her breasts over him. At once, his penis began to swell and rise. Again she directed his penis toward her vagina, and once again he warned her he was about to ejaculate. She caught him and squeezed and retarded his orgasm. The process started all over again and went on for at least ten minutes. Each time she brought him closer and closer to her vagina, and each time she prevented a premature ejaculation. Lying there, she could feel him relax, his muscles loosening. ...... Slowly, she caressed and stroked him once more. This time it took longer to revive his flaccid member. After ten minutes, after massaging her breasts, he began to grow larger below. When he had achieved a full erection, she lowered herself on it, left his shaft glide completely into her vagina. She could almost hear the seconds ticking by ... Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. "Don't move," she whispered, "and be sure to let me --" But that moment, he moved, and his body began shaking and trembling beneath her, and she sat still, feeling his orgasm explode inside her. ......

...... Slowly, almost teasingly, she unbelted the white robe and slipped out of it. Casting it aside, briefly allowing him to take in her nudity, she advanced toward him. As she approached him, he became aware that she had sprayed herself with some kind of exotic-smelling perfume. She kissed him on the cheek and proceeded to the bed, where she sat down. ...... "What do I do now?" she inquired innocently. "We'll start with frontal caressing, taking turns, to get ourselves into the mood." "I am in mood, Paul," she said simply. "That helps." "I'm wet down there." She offered a shy smile. "Not difficult. I've been looking at you." ...... Brandon began to stroke her, and after that, she stroked him. She was extremely receptive to his touch and had become expert in her caressing of him. There would be no problem with his erection. He was ready for her. He looked at her. "All right, Nan. Let's try penetration. Nondemand penetration. I'll lie here, flat on my back. You lift yourself up and get on top of me. Then, very gradually, lower yourself down on me, until I've entered you fully. I won't move. Don't you move either, once I'm inside you. If you have any pain, let me know at once." Nan nodded eagerly and climbed above him. His erection held, and he braced himself for their first contact. "Remember, Nan, no thrusting from either of us. Even if you feel like it, don't. Just get used to my being inside you." She had his penis in one hand as she arranged herself over it and moved it until it touched her vaginal lips, and then she eased herself downward. When his penis slid into her, she continued downward until she engulfed him. ...... "It's wonderful," she said breathlessly. "I feel ecstatic. ...... I'm all well. Paul, darling, I love it ... I love it more than anything ..." With his hands firmly on her arms, he lifted her off him and withdraw, and she fell beside him, hugging and snuggling and kissing him and whispering, "And I love you even more. I'll love you forever." ......

...... Adam Demski and Gayle were nude in her therapy room, seated beside each other on the edge of her floor mat. ...... Gayle eased herself down on the mat, and Demski followed her. Then she swung her legs around and adjusted her body until she was stretched out fully on her back. Immediately, he was on his knees on the mat, hovering over her. "Not so fast, Adam," she cautioned him. "I think we both could use some preliminary play. I want to lubricate naturally, and I want you to achieve a complete erection before penetrating me." "Of course," Demski said apologetically. "I guess I got a little eager." "No hurry. Let's enjoy every moment of this, from our foreplay to the climax." "I'm for it," Demski agreed, dropping down next to her and stretching his body alongside hers. ...... He snuggled close to Gayle and began brushing the tips of the fingers of his right hand across her forehead, around her eyes, across the bridge of her nose, and giving feather-like touches to her mouth and her lips. Soon he reached her breasts, was stroking them gently, and leaning over to kiss her nipples. She could feel his effectiveness. Uncontrollably, she could feel her nipples stiffen and the moisture beginning to grow between her legs. Then she became aware of something else against her thigh. She glanced down between them and made out his small flaccid penis lifting toward to real erection. She reached down and curled one hand around it as her other hand massaged his shoulders and back. Suddenly, without a word spoken, Demski was o his knees above her. The sensation was pleasure mingled with triumph as the head of his penis probed briefly and began to slide into her. She could hear his heart as he began thrusting forward and backward. What suprised her was how strongly he had her impaled, and how steady and unremitting his thrusting was. Somehow, she had expected him to come to a quick orgasm, and then she realized she was confusing him with Chet Hunter. This had been Demski's problem, and it was not his problem now. Glancing fleetingly at an end table clock, she saw that seven or eight minutes had passed since they had began. Still he was over her, going steadily, and involuntarily she found herself lifting and lowering her buttocks in rhythm with his. It was going on and on, and she was beginning to think he was a retarded ejaculator who might never come -- or indeed that she might come before he did. The she heard a hoarse cry, and he was going at her wildly, and she knew he was climaxing. As he stopped, and remained on his elbow panting, she caught the clock in the corner of her eye. Twelve minutes. No bad. In fact, very good. As he withdraw from her, she saw that his mouth had formed into a wide smile. She reached up and brought his mouth down to her own and kissed him. And then she hugged him tightly, enjoying the perspiration on his face and body. Happily, he whispered into her ear, "Well, teacher, do I graduate?" "Adam," she whispered back, "today you are a man, ready to go out and delight a population of receptive females. Yes, you graduate with honors." ......

...... The were in the bedroom of Paul Brandon's apartment. "Well," Nan Whitcomb said with a sigh, "I guess this is the last time." She was naked except for her nylon panties. She drew them down and stepped out of them. For a while she gazed down at her vaginal mound, and absently she began to smooth her curly pubic hair as she seemed lost in thought. ...... He led her to the bed, and when she was supine, he climbed on after her, then rose above her. Nan raised her knees. Her legs were apart. Brandon lowered himself between them and slowly, slowly entered her. He did not have to inquire whether she felt any pain. Her grateful expression told him all he needed to know. There was no longer any pain. There was only pleasure. "Oh, my," she choked out once as he continued to thrust inside her. As last she reached up to hold on to him. Her face contorted, and he could feel she was in the throes of orgasm, and he let go, too. After an interval, he withdrew and dropped down on the bed beside her. He could see from the motion of her lips that she wanted more relief. He reached for the bud of her clitoris and passed his fingertips back and forth over it. Quickly, she had her second orgasm, and soon after, she had her third. And then she lay there inert, spent. ......

...... It was early evening in Gayle's therapy room. Gayle, stripped down, fell back on the couch, waiting for Chet Hunter, watching him divest himself of the last of his clothes. ...... "Doing what?" "You know what. Penetration the way you've always wanted it. Male superior position and you engaging in complete intercourse. I may have to hold you back once or twice, and squeeze, but we'll keep going until we're both satisfied." As he listened, she could see his excitement growing. "I'm starting to feel like it, Gayle." She lowered herself to the mat on the floor. "Come here, Chet. Lie down with me." "But I'm ready. You can see." "Not so fast, Chet. We're not getting this over with fast. We're going to take our time, build up pleasure, and when we're both ready I'll let you know. Now, lie down next to me and let's relax with some preliminary touching. ...... Stroke me. After that, I'll stroke you." Hunter grunted and began to move his fingers across every expanse and nook of her body. He was soon absorbed in caressing her, and taking pleasure in her reactions. "You're something," he said. "You're great. I can't get any bigger down there." "You don't have to. And please forget Your penis. Now, let me touch you." As she ran her hand about his face and abdomen, he became less urgent and he began to emit soft sighs of pleasure. "I need you, Gayle." he whispered, trying to control his breathing. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. He was over her. A moment's hesitation as his penis slid inside her. There was no ejaculation. Automatically, he began moving up and down inside her. "Slowly," she said, "slowly. Very good, Chet. Do you feel like coming?" "Not -- not yet." She felt like grasping his buttocks, and assisting him, but she did not want to overexcite him. She rested her palms on his shoulders. "Good, very good," she repeated. "The hell it's good," he exalted. "It's great!" He began thrusting faster and harder. Gradually, she could see his face growing strained. "What is it, Chet?" "I'm afraid --" She twisted loose from him, grabbed hold of his moist penis head, and using her forefinger and middle finger on top, and thumb on the side, she squeezed firmly. "Oh, Christ, I want to ..." "Never mind. You will, you will." She squeezed again until he'd gone limp. With a peek at the clock, she concentrated on him once more, settling him back and playing her fingers over him. She could feel his penis beginning to fill once more. It was swelling and rising. It was upright. "Now, enter me again," she said, and directed his erection inside her once more. He began to move inside her steadily, deeply. "Keep going, Chet." He kept going. "Gayle, I -- I --" "You're allowed," she called up cheerfully. It was a noisy and extended orgasm. He fell off her like he'd been shot, "That was a beaut," he said breathlessly. She grinned. "We call it a mature ejaculation. Now, let's rest." ......