by Rutger Von Spank

SOME FAMILY HISTORY
Scarlet Willingly was born in Poontang, a small town in the backwaters of Poontang County, Georgia. Poontang appears much like it did in the early fifties, except the Texaco sign is rusted now and the stools at Billybob’s Diner are shiny with wear. There are no late model cars along the main street, since anyone rich enough to afford one has long since driven it away.

It’s a half hour drive over a dusty dirt road to the nearest two lane blacktop, and another forty minutes to the Interstate. The nearest “big city” is Athens, which can be reached in a couple of hours if your truck doesn’t break down.

Scarlet began life the way she was destined to live it: surrounded by men. Born Scarlet Jezebel Willingly in a year she insists on referring to as “the seventies”, she was the seventh and youngest, daughter after six boys: Boone, Fisher, Hunter, Jeb, The Slow One, (Scarlet swears she never learned his real name) and Hiram Junior. The Willingly boys were feared and respected, but mostly feared by the locals. In a county that produces yahoos the way Florida produces oranges, they stood out for the creatively violent ways they overindulged in alcohol, drove vehicles, mishandled firearms, and relentlessly pursued anything in a skirt. With protectors such as these Scarlet had little to fear— at least from other people.

The Willingly’s had been wealthy and influential before the war (the Civil War, for the benefit of you northerners) but not since. The family mansion had burnt down at the turn of the century and “the farm” as they called their tumble-down collection of shacks and sheds had not produced a commercial crop since WWII until Fish started growing Georgia Gold on the back forty. Fisher, son number two, had given up moonshining in favour of dope cultivation after his mash poisoned Elisha Bumcrack and nearly precipitated a feud.

Fisher’s illegal enterprise was as close as any of the male Willingly’s came to legitimate employment. There was something almost noble about the way Scarlet’s father, Hiram, stubbornly refused all work. Hiram was a very religious man when sober, which fortunately, was not often. His religion took the form of watching Jimmy Swaggart on the black and white TV Boone had won in a poker game. Some Sunday mornings his religious fervour was keyed to such a pitch that he would have gladly donated money to Jimmy if he’d had any. During such times he was apt to grab Scarlet, put her over his knee and spank her bare butt. “Jimmy wanted me to, young ‘un,” he’d say, by way of explanation. Sometimes her brothers would join in the spirit of correction until they were all passing Scarlet’s ass around like popcorn at a movie show. It was a form of male attention which Scarlet was to dread and enjoy throughout her life.

Scarlet’s mother disappeared from her life when she was eight. Folks told her she was dead, but the truth was Lorelei Willingly had up and left, a victim of “yahoo overdose”.

At age thirteen Scarlet blossomed into womanhood with dazzling suddenness. Her breasts appeared in their bouncing full-blown glory almost overnight. Her hips and ass acquired more curves than a mountain highway. The town matrons tut-tutted her “immodesty” whenever she walked by, regardless of the shabby shapeless dresses she wore. The matrons had a point. Scarlet’s tits seemed to scream “Look at these, look! Shit, you’ve never seen titty perfection like these. Have a feel, go on! It’s okay, they want to be touched!” etc. Her ass too was breathtaking. It swung like a well-oiled pendulum when she walked and caused more than a few accidents. Though Scarlet tried to be modest, her body screamed sex and screamed it rather loudly. It was only through her brothers’ fearsome reputation that she remained chaste until her wedding.

SCARLET GETS MARRIED
Scarlet married Wilber Augustus Beavis the day after her fifteenth birthday, the earliest legal day according to Poontang county law. Wilber was twenty-eight, but looked older. He was a skinny, ferrety, bespectacled son of a preacher who was just starting to grow breasts and a belly. His wealthy mother decided Scarlet’s extremely female charms were just the thing to cure her son of his lingering interest in scouting. Hiram Willingly’s objections were silenced with fifty dollars and a second hand shotgun and the deed was done.

The honeymoon was, by most standards, bizarre. Wilber, hopped up on lite beer, danced up and down on the motel bed in his boxer shorts singing “I got me a Georgia peach, gonna keep her tits close to my reach, gonna fuck her cunt and spank her ass, gonna show my little gal some class.” Strong words from a man of the cloth, but Scarlet didn’t mind. In truth she was anxious to enter fully into womanhood, or at least get someone to enter fully into hers. And while Wilber was not “a hunk” by even the most generous standards he was, technically, a man, and that was all Scarlet was really looking for. Unfortunately, after guiding his “mighty four-incher” into her pussy and coming in two weak squirts, Wilber groaned and passed out on Scarlet’s chest. It was a pattern that was to repeat itself with alarming frequency in the months ahead. This didn’t stop Scarlet from fooling around with Wilber’s dink, which try as she might, she couldn’t coax into anything larger than three and a half spongy inches. Although no longer a virgin, Scarlet just didn’t feel like anything had changed. A vague unsatisfied niggling feeling twixt her thighs told her there was more to sex than she had experienced.

Scarlet’s sex life went downhill from there, or more accurately downstairs. They moved into a modern suburban house outside Athens, which Wilber’s mother had bought for them. Wilber busied himself with his latest youth outreach project, “The Young Punks for Quayle”. Scarlet familiarized herself with the exotic appliances in her new home. Two quickly became her favourites: the colour television with cable and her Maytag dryer.

Scarlet found that sitting on or leaning against the dryer as it dried clothes was unusually “soothing”. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was just more enjoyable than sitting in the La-z-boy. After the nightly frustration of two-minute sex with Wilber, the gentle, patient, relentless, and always available humming and throbbing of the dryer made her ass twitch and wiggle in a delightful way. At first she was content to sit on it as it shook and rumbled under her beautiful bum. But as time went by she found herself shamelessly grinding her twat against the corner of the vibrating machine like a cat in heat. One day she began to tremble and shake as she rubbed her cunt on the dependable dryer. Her pussy quaked and moistened and she cried out as wave after wave of long-delayed orgasm rocked her nubile body. She rode the dryer, cumming time and time again, until drained and exhausted she stumbled to the couch and passed out in a sexual haze.

Now Scarlet knew next to nothing about sex and Wilber had not expanded her sexual horizons in any appreciable way. No one had taught her anything and what little she knew or suspected came from observing her brothers and farm animals, sometimes together. As a result she thought her sexual awakening abnormal and was afraid it was some sort of attack. She lived in fear that she’d be walking down the street or perhaps sitting in church and she’d suddenly fall to the floor cumming like a firetruck. She had innocently enough confused ecstasy with epilepsy. For two days the dryer stood cold and abandoned while Scarlet paced her living room watching TV and trying to understand why invisible people kept laughing at the nice Bundy family. What if there was something wrong with her “nether regions”? What would Wilber say? Maybe he’d want a divorce. Perhaps if she just stayed away from the laundry room all would be well. But the lure of the Maytag proved too strong and her powerful need to “power dry” overcame her fears.

With trembling hands she plied the knob on the control panel. As the dryer throbbed to life once more Scarlet leaned gingerly against the corner, straddling it. She hoisted her cotton dress revealing her favourite panties, a royal purple cotton. She had dried them so many times they had shrunk to an almost painfully tight fit which playfully pinched and pulled her clit when she walked. She slowly lowered her cunt onto the warm vibrating dryer. She had packed the machine with extra wet and heavy towels because they caused the dryer to shake even more violently than usual. The hot rumbling of the dryer buzzed like an earthquake from her clit to her cunt to her ass, through her whole body.

Even her gravity defying tits shimmied and shook with delight. This time she came faster, stronger, longer, and more intensely than before. She must have passed out because she came to on the floor with her panties soaking and the dryer humming contentedly above her. Before she knew what she was doing she had edged her crotch onto the corner of the machine, and still on her back, straddled it with her legs. She wasn’t sure what this sickness was, but she was determined to experience it fully. She noodged her cum-slick slit against the steadily humming Maytag and rubbed and rubbed like a woman possessed. In minutes she had ridden the shaking appliance to another consciousness obliterating orgasm. She lay on the floor paralysed with pleasure until she heard Wilber’s car pull up. Reluctantly, she turned her beloved dryer off and padded upstairs.

This time Scarlet felt she had to do something. For one thing Wilber was complaining about the power bills. For another, she didn’t want to end up on an episode of Sally Jess entitled “Women Who Are Addicted To Their Dryers”. She called her next door neighbour Clarissa and asked her if she knew of a doctor who specialized in “women’s problems”.

“A gynaecologist? Sure honey child. Try Colonel Joad Hardone. He’s had more hot gash spread in front of him than Elvis had hot meals. Tell him Clarissa says hello.”

And so it was that an apprehensive Scarlet found herself knocking on a door in a medical centre on which “Doctor Hardone, Gynaecologist” was written. She was not at all sure she wanted a strange man examining her most private parts, but she had to find out what peculiar disease she had, and what if any cure there was for it.

A pretty Oriental nurse in a white smock ushered her in.

“Hello, I’m nurse Sushi Divine. Doctor Hardone will be a few minutes. Just go in that room and take your panties off. You can wear this.” She handed Scarlet a white gown and pointed to a door.

The room was brightly lit and smelt funny. There was a very strange chaise lounge, padded with stirrups and a head rest. Scarlet peeled off her purple panties. She wondered if she should have worn her fishnet stockings. Wilber said they made her look like a woman of the streets, but he seemed to mean that in a good way.

The door burst open and the nurse entered followed by a lean, trim older man with a white van dyke beard and silver hair. He wore a white lab coat and a stethoscope dangled around his neck. He glanced at the clipboard in his hand and said:

“Now then, what seems to be the problem, Mrs Beavis?”

Scarlet blushed and hung her head. “I’ve been having these…attacks.”

“I see. How old are you Mrs Beavis?”

“I’ll be sixteen in September.”

“Goodness. And how long have you been married?”

“Six months.”

“Uh huh. Now let me see your ass. C’mon, lift that smock and bend over.”

“Well, you’re the doctor…” Scarlet hoisted the smock and tilted her ass in Doctor Hardone’s direction.

“No, it needs something, ” said Doctor Hardone. “Nurse Divine, take off your shoes and give them to Mrs Beavis.”

Nurse Divine steadied Scarlet while she slipped into her black stiletto heels. Somehow the high, high heels angled her butt in a way that felt obscene.

“Now, bend over. A little more…perfect.” Doctor Hardone stroked her ass and grabbed it firmly, but gently. “Amazing.”

“Oh, dear, is there something wrong with my bottom?” asked Scarlet in alarm.

“Not a thing, child, not a thing.” he replied as his doctorly hands probed her tush. “The fact is, it’s fucking perfect. Now tell me all about your sexual problems.”

Scarlet related her experiences with Wilber and her increasing obsession with her dryer. The Doctor nodded understandingly, occasionally prompting her with questions or making her repeat particularly embarrassing points. He poured her a drink of amber liquid and handed it to her.

“Here, this will relax you for the er, probe.”

Scarlet sipped daintily.

“Why it tastes like whiskey,” she remarked.

“Yes, they do that to hide the medicinal taste. Drink up! Now, I’m curious about your ass. You say you got “nice feelings” when your husband spanked you. Were they as nice as the ones the dryer gives you?”

Scarlet nodded guiltily. “Well, almost. It’s about the only thing Wilber does that gets me, ah, interested. But he always stops just when it’s feeling…extra nice.”

“I see,” said Doctor Hardone gravely. All the while the Doctor’s skilful hands continued steadily fondling her buttocks. Scarlet admired his dedication. Suddenly he sat down and pulled her over his knee. He patted her ass several times.

“Did he spank you like that?” he asked. Nurse Sushi stood by taking notes.

“Well, no, harder than that,” said Scarlet.

This time the doctor smacked her ass a good one, and then another, and another after that. Scarlet’s ass quivered as he rained spanks down on her.

“Ooh, umm, not that hard…doctor Oh!” said Scarlet. But the doctor was laughing and chuckling really getting into it now.

“Wow, what a fucking ass. (SMACK) Sushi, you old douche, have you ever seen one like this? (SMACK) And look at that pink blush on her satiny skin. (SMACK SMACK) Beautiful! Yahoo!” he continued to cheerily spank her ass, harder and harder. Scarlet had too much respect for men of science to struggle. She felt those conflicting and confusing feelings of pain and pleasure struggling in her damp panties. “Nurse Sushi, check the patient’s cuntimus maximus for signs of excitation.”

Nurse Sushi smiled and bent close to Scarlet. She snapped on a clear white rubber glove and suddenly plunged her hand into Scarlet’s squirming cunt. She diddled her playfully for a minute than withdrew her hand.

“Yes, she appears to be experiencing initial indications of horniosity, Doctor,” Nurse Sushi announced sniffing her glove.

“Excellent.”

“Oh, by the way, Clarissa says hello,” said Scarlet making conversation to hide her embarrassment.

“Clarissa…Clarissa…Oh, yes, I remember, Clarissa Talmadge. Astonishing control of her vaginal muscles. Quite exceptional. Tell her to stop by for a tune-up. Well, that’s enough spanking for now. My arms getting tired. Let’s get her in the saddle, Nurse Sushi,” said Doctor Hardone.

It might have been the medicine, but Scarlet giggled as nurse and doctor guided her into the examination chair. She didn’t think that her legs had ever been spread quite so wide before. It struck her as odd that not only her ankles but her hands were secured to the examination chair, but Doctor Hardone explained it was necessary to prevent involuntary spasms. Scarlet wasn’t sure what that meant, but he made it sound reasonable.

“Nurse, expose the patient’s chest please.”

“Yes, Doctor Hardone.” Nurse Sushi quickly unbuttoned Scarlet’s blouse and undid her bra. Both Doctor and nurse stared at Scarlet’s tits and gasped.

“Good Lord!” said Doctor Hardone.

“Mmmm, them’s good eatin’” said Nurse Sushi.

“What’s the matter?’ asked Scarlet anxiously.

“Scarlet,” said Doctor Hardone gravely. “We think you may have a case of…perfect tits.”

“Huh?” It didn’t sound like a very doctorly diagnosis to Scarlet.
“Perhaps we should consult Doctor Pantzov,” suggested Nurse Sushi.

“Excellent idea, nurse, fetch him at once.” Nurse Sushi scurried out of the office. Doctor Hardone placed his stethoscope on Scarlet’s left nipple. The cold metal stiffened her nip and the Doctor did the same to her right tit. “Tell me, does your husband play with your tits at all.”

“Well,” said Scarlet, “sometimes he twists one nipple one way and the other nipple the other way and says ‘Come in Rangoon’ as if he’s tuning a radio.”

“I see. And do you enjoy that.”

“Actually, I find it annoying.” said Scarlet. “Wilber can be such a jerk.”

Just then the door flew open and a paunchy middle aged man entered followed by nurse Sushi.

“I uh, came as soon as I heard. Are these the tits? Good Lord, they are perfect.” Doctor Pantzov grabbed Scarlet’s tits and squeezed them experimentally. “Firm, fleshy, excellent tone…exceptional resiliency.”

“Doctor Pantzov is a breast specialist and you should be very grateful he has agreed to spend some of his valuable time examining you,” said Doctor Hardone. For some reason he was unbuttoning his fly.

“Oh, yes, thank you Doctor.” said Scarlet. She hoped this wasn’t going to cost her more.

“Mmmph, mm glump, slupp, slurp um yumma,” replied Doctor Pantzov. He was sucking Scarlet’s nipples so enthusiastically Scarlet couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

Nurse Sushi suddenly stripped off her smock and removed her bra. She cupped her lovely brown breasts with her hands and presented them proudly to Scarlet.

“This is some of Doctor Pantzov’s handiwork. He does the best breast implant work in the south. See, they’re almost as nice as yours, don’t you think?”

“Oh, sure.” said Scarlet nervously. She had at one time considered becoming a nurse herself.

“Scarlet, a lady never refuses to suck a tit when it is offered to her, It’s considered impolite.” said Doctor Hardone.

“Oh, I’m s–mmmpmpmhh numm nummer,” said Scarlet. Nurse Sushi caught her in mid syllable plopped a pretty boob into Scarlet’s open mouth.

“Suck on these babies, little Miss Perky Tits!” said the nurse.

“Now Sushi, play nice or Doctor Pantzov won’t give you that ass job
you’ve been asking for. Pantzov, give me some room, she’s my patient after all.”

“mmmpmp..glumpa…sluppsy…slaver…glopp,” said Pantzov. He shifted so he was sprawled over Scarlet’s side. He had not stopped sucking and licking her rigid nipples since his arrival. Scarlet was impressed with his tireless energy. He slurped one nipple then the other all the while grabbing pinching and squeezing her breasts with his hammy hands. Sometimes he keyed on one nipple for a few minutes sometimes he switched from tit to tit like a schizoid baby on speed. Scarlet found the sensation pleasing. Modern medicine had much to recommend it.

“Now, Scarlet, I am going to administer a penile probe. After your husband’s weenie you may find the object uncomfortably large, so just try and relax. It’ll all be over in twenty minutes or so.”

“Yes d–ummm slrpo.” Scarlet tried to thank the Doctor but Nurse Sushi’s brown-nippled tits on her tongue made it difficult to enunciate.

Suddenly Scarlet felt the unmistakable feel of a penis merrily plunging into her puss. She gasped in shame fear and delight. Doctor Hardone slammed his salami hilt deep in her cunt, deeper than she’d ever had anything in there before.

“But Doctor, I’m a married woman!” Scarlet managed to spit out Nurse Sushi’s tits long enough to say.

“So? I’m married too, but I still have my job to do, damn it! Nurse, I’m going to give the patient one hundred strokes. Count off for me.”

“But what does your wife say?” asked Scarlet.

“Honey child, my wife drives a Mercedes. She doesn’t say very much. Now come on, and fuck back a bit, for God’s sakes. Wiggle that cunt, shake that ass or I’ll really spank you hard.”

Scarlet obediently bucked and shook her pussy as much as she could. She was secured very tightly to the examination chair and there really wasn’t much she could do.

“Twenty…twenty-one…twenty-two,” Nurse Sushi counted.

“Mmmmm…num…nummers,” said Doctor Pantzov.

“Ah, nice and tight and juicy, just the way I like ‘em,” said Doctor Hardone. He was ramming Scarlet like well-primed piston. “Hmmm, her vaginal muscles require strengthening. Make a note of it Sushi.”

“Yes…Thirty…Doctor, I believe the patient is approaching orgasm…thirty-one,” said Nurse Sushi.

“Quickly nurse, fetch the vibraton and apply medium stimulation to the clitoral protuberance!” roared Doctor Hardone.

Nurse Sushi scampered to the cupboard as her silicone tits bounced dangerously in all directions. She returned seconds later holding a white buzzing cylindrical object. She placed the tip of it against Scarlet’s clit while Doctor Hardone continued to jackhammer her jampot.

“Oh God, Doctor, it’s happening again…the attackkk!!! Ahh…ahhhh… Aaagagagagagaghgh!” Scarlet came, screaming like a banshee. This felt even better than the Maytag magic. “Oh, my, I think that’s all, Doctor.”

“Your treatment is not even half over yet, Missy. I’m just getting warmed up.” Doctor Hardone stripped off his lab coat and white shirt revealing a trim but partially sunken white-haired chest. “You jerked about very nicely when you came, let’s see if we can’t get you there again. Sushi, lick her clit and use the vibraton to explore her anal cavity.”

“Forty-eight…Yes Doctor…forty-nine…”

“Umgobbum, gobbum gubbumm,” said Doctor Pantzov.

Scarlet stiffened and tried to pull her cunt away from the slippery tongued oriental. She hadn’t had anyone’s face near her pussy since her brothers used to let her win at wrestling. “Sit on me, Scarlet, I’ve been bad,”, “No, sit on me, sis” they used to say. And Scarlet would punish them by plopping her skin-tight blue-jeaned ass on their faces ’til they promised not to tease her anymore. Sometimes it took a very long time to convince them. But this little brown women licking her love button; it just felt so…so dirty! Scarlet was about to say so when she felt the vibraton nudging and buzzing her asshole. The little bitch was trying to stick it in her ass. Oh no, it couldn’t be! That was dirty!

“Oh, no, don’t do that! Oh!” said Scarlet.

“Sushi, I warned you to play nice with our patient. Grease the vibraton and try again! And you, you hillbilly bitch, loosen up. We’re trying to help!” All the while Doctor Hardone continued to rock her rump with robot regularity. He schlepped his schlong in and out of her gooey beaver with the energy of a man half his age, occasionally punctuating his plunges with an ear-shattering “Yahoo!”, much like the lads in Poontang county did.

Sushi once again brought the buzzing plastic dong to Scarlet’s puckered bunghole. This time she eased the greasy dork gently into Scarlet’s ass, a half an inch at a time. Scarlet squirmed and wriggled, but couldn’t stop the relentless assault. Sushi stopped licking Scarlet’s clit and began assiduously sucking and rolling it against her collagen enhanced lips. Scarlet trembled and shook. The vibraton was now hilt deep vibrating her ass even as Doctor Hardone fucked and fucked her cunt like a lunatic lap-dancer.

“Oh God, doctor, the attacckckckckckckc!” moaned Scarlet as uncontrollable spasms of lust jerked her ass and cunt.

“Yeehaw, that’s it my little buckaroo, jerk that pussy, slam that musky mung against my cock!” Doctor Hardone’s enthusiasm for his profession was almost shocking to Scarlet. “Sushi, get that out of her ass, I’m agoin’ in!”

Sushi pulled out the vibraton out of Scarlet and almost immediately Doctor Hardone’s penile probe penetrated her prim brown bunger. He tupped her ass with the same tireless enthusiasm he had cock-stroked her inner-cunt.

“Lord Almighty, that be prime roundeye!” gasped the good Doctor. “Yum yum, her arse is tighter than a badger’s backside. Hang on, honey chile, I’m going to inject you with the serum of life.” Doctor Hardone banged her bum furiously. The veins bulged on his head and his cock. Both he and Scarlet were breathing heavily. “Touchdown Crimson Tide!” he screamed. Scarlet felt her ass fill with hot jizz. Doctor Hardone seemed to have a lot more spunk than her Wilber. Nurse Sushi diddled her clit cruelly with the vibraton until for the third time she came, bellowing like a bull moose in heat.

“Land sakes, child, we’ll make an eager beaver of your beaver yet.”
said the Doctor breathlessly. “Whoo, nurse, my medicine. And pry Doctor Pantzov off our patients tits.”

“Nummy nummer muggum slurp,” said Doctor Pantzov. He was still slobbering like a drunken infant over Scarlet’s suck-shrivelled boobs. Scarlet’s nipples were erect, yet wrinkled like raisins.

“There, there, Doctor Pantzov, let me alleviate that nasty tension,” said Sushi considerately. “Now, don’t be bad, spit out the nice nipple and I’ll suck your cock just the way you like it.”

“Well, okay,” said Pantzov reluctantly. “Young lady, I really like your tits.”

“Oh, yes I gathered that, but thank you Doctor Pantzov,” said Scarlet.

As Scarlet watched Sushi led Pantzov to the centre of the room and dropped to her knees. In a flash she unleashed his trouser snake and gobbled it up hungrily.

Scarlet was amazed and disturbed.

“What…she can’t do that! That’s not the way…to make babies.”

“Very true,” said Doctor Hardone as he swigged his medicine, “but that’s not the point. See, Doctor Pantzov is enjoying having is cock sucked. There’s more than one way to get your dink wet. My pappy used to say, “Son, you’re not a man ’til you can fuck it then eat it.” Words of wisdom. A man has to be prepared to fuck that pussy the best he can, but if it’s not enough, a real man goes down on his sweetie’s quim and tongues and sucks and licks and kisses until the dam breaks or his lips fall off. The same is true of a woman. If a man’s been nice enough to schtupp your stump and he pulls out his plunger and asks you to suck it off, well, it’s only good manners to oblige.

“I see,” said Scarlet. She sighed. “I have so much to learn.”

“Yes child, but don’t be discouraged. I have diagnosed your condition. Your problem is, you were born to fuck, you need to be fucked and fucked often, and your hubby just ain’t up to the job.”

“But what can I do?” cried Scarlet in alarm.

“Well, we will help all we can. I suggest weekly, er, checkups with me and Doctor Pantzov. Is that okay, Doctor Pantzov?”

“Ohh, that’s it Sushi, roll that tongue, yeah, baby. Grab those balls! Mmmm.”

“Yes, well I think I can safely say that Doctor Pantzov agrees.”

“But what can I do, doctor. I’m a married woman. I can’t just fuck people.”

“You can and you must. Otherwise those “attacks” could overpower you. Did you not feel the power of those attacks? You just had three of them and the chair’s still damp.”

Scarlet nodded.

“Try to imagine all that energy not released, just bottled up inside. OH, it could cause all kinds of trouble!”

“Gosh, what should I do?” asked Scarlet

Well here’s my prescription. I’m going to give you the vibraton. Think of it as your special pal. Sushi will show you how to change the batteries. It’s much easier to work with than the dryer, and by the way, you’re not the first new bride to end up married to the Maytag. I also want you to subscribe to this cable channel, the all-sex, all the time channel. Try to watch one or two hours a day and study what the folks are doing. I’ll be giving you pop quizzes every week. But you’ll also have to try to find other folks to fuck. Doctor Pantzov and I will do all we can, but we can’t do it alone, can we Doctor Pantzov?”

“Jesus Sushi, suck that meatpole, get down on it girl, ah, ahhh ahhhhhh!!!! Hahahahah!” said Doctor Pantzov as he slapped his slab in and out of Sushi’s gobbling maw.

“What Doctor Pantzov is trying to say is that this is a serious condition. Left untreated it could warp you for life. Now, I want you to talk to your neighbour, Clarissa. She’ll have a bead on the young studs in the neighbourhood. Try to make sure you well-fucked four or five times a week, every day if you can manage it. I’ll send Sushi over to teach you how to suck cocks. She’s an expert, one of the very best in the country, so pay careful attention. Use the vibraton as often as you like, but it can’t fully replace a real honest to goodness hardon. Oh, and best not to mention this to your husband. Do exactly as I say and in a few years you’ll be fine. Any questions?”

“Well, I hardly, I mean, I don’t—” said Scarlet.

“Good, now how about next Wednesday at one.”

“No good, Hardone, (Oof, c’mon Sushi suck that thing!) I’ve got golf on Wednesday,” remarked Pantzov.

“Alright, make it Thursday at one. Now get dressed and get out of here!”

Doctor Hardone released Scarlet’s wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet. He gave her ass a hearty slap as she scurried out of the room. She took one look back. Sushi was still slurping on Pantzov’s penis.

“Hurry up, you old geezer, my knees are aching!” said Sushi between sucks.

Scarlet closed the door and hurried home.