Billy Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) Conclusion

Billy Bob Chapter 5 (Helping a Psychologist)

Rachel’s school was out soon thereafter and she left to join her folks in Israel. That left a void in our lives that we hastened to fill by rejoining the church youth group, Young Lives, or YL for short. We met every Friday night and Leah and I started becoming reacquainted with a number of old friends with whom we had lost track after our marriage. While we enjoyed the whole group, we became closer to one couple in particular. The brightest and prettiest girl in my high school class was Sarah Shanks and she had married Dr. Jefferson Clinton. Sarah had never dated any of the fellows in school so we were all a little surprised when she married Jefferson. We’d never even seen them out together before they eloped.

He was the only psychologist in town, a stand-offish kind of guy, always wore a suit and tie, and was about 15 years older than Sarah. While that may sound like an odd combination, Leah and I found them interesting and enjoyed being with them. After several months, Jefferson rather formally invited us over to their house after the YL meeting. He served some blackberry wine and we just sat around and talked for a while. This happened a few more times and then we kind of got in the habit of going home with them for a little wine and talk after each YL meeting.

After a while we became close enough that we shared our innermost thoughts and feelings. It was then that we found out that Sarah had been seeing Jefferson professionally for several years because her daddy had been forcing himself on her whenever he got drunk since she was 8 or 9 years old. That was why she never dated in high school, she just couldn’t stand to have a boy close to her. Jefferson had helped her understand that it wasn’t her fault that her daddy repeatedly raped her. He had tried to help her get rid of her phobia about intercourse, without much success, but in the process they developed a love for each other, resulting in their elopement.

Jefferson told us all about this one night and Sarah corroborated his story, adding a few graphic details about her daddy’s invasion of her body. He would come home from the tavern, tell his slattern wife to go out on the porch and then he would lift up Sarah’s nightgown, yank it off over her head and make her get up to do a little dance for him. He had taught her to kind of swing and sway her cunt just inches away from his face as he pulled his prick out of his pants. Then she had to lick it and take it in her mouth until he had a big hard-on and then he would push her back on the floor and rape her until he injected a big load into her. When he was really drunk, that took a long long time; sometimes he just passed out right on top of her. Her mother would then help get him to bed.

Jefferson said that he had tried to get her mother to back up Sarah’s story so they could put her dad away, but she was too afraid of him. He added that he and Sarah were still unable to have sex together after six months of marriage, but were continuing to work toward that goal. He said that if we had any suggestions on what they might do to help them reach that goal, they would surely appreciate hearing from us.

On Sunday afternoon, after we had our frolic in bed, Leah said that maybe there was a way we could help them. She said that Sarah was afraid of the violence of intercourse, that maybe she wasn’t even aware of how pleasant it could be. Her suggestion was for us to show Sarah how nice it was, somewhat like we had done for Rachel, but to not directly involve Sarah in our love making. I was really hesitant about doing that, but finally agreed that we could at least suggest it privately to Jefferson and see what he thought of it. Leah went down to his office the next day and he said that it might be worth a try.

The following Friday night Jefferson brought up the idea to Sarah who at first felt she would be too embarrassed to be able to watch someone else “do it.” Leah finally persuaded her that it would just be like watching an X-rated movie, so Leah and I went into their bedroom and undressed. Then, when Leah called, both Sarah and Jefferson came in, at which I said we were just planning to let Sarah watch. Jefferson then said that her mental state was still quite delicate and that it was necessary that he be present to monitor how she was responding. However, to make us more comfortable they would take off most of their clothes too. Leah said it was OK if it would help Sarah, so Sarah skinned down to just her panties and bra and Jefferson left on his briefs.

We started out standing up and holding each other closely and kissing and saying little endearments to each other. After a time, we then laid on the bed and continued our foreplay. When I started kissing Leah’s breasts and tonguing her nipples, she tried to describe what that felt like to Sarah – more or less keeping up a running commentary. Finally she asked me to go down on her to really bring her emotions to a peak. When I had my face buried deep in her pussy, she asked Sarah to come over closer so she could see what I was doing. I tried to lean my face sideways so she could see what my tongue was doing, but I don’t think she could really see it in any detail. Sarah did stay close from then on, leaning her elbows on the bed and with a ...

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