Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 16:07:47 +0000
From: John Van Laningham <jvanlan@black.com>
Subject: Pansexual Family Association part 15

		       PANSEXUAL FAMILY ASSOCIATION
				    By
			    John Van Laningham


				 PART FIVE
				Sex Therapy


NOTE:  In this chapter, AJ and Claire are 28, Mason is 29, Patrick is 18

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				  FIFTEEN

I am looking at the schedule sheet for the day with my business partner
Allison.  She does the sex ed for girls and we split the sex therapy work
for ultra's in puberty.  She does her own small client list in adult sex
therapy.  I see Sarah Ann DeRenne on my schedule.

"Jen?"  I ask our office assistant.

"She was very insistent.  Very insistent" Jen said "And you had an opening"

"DeRenne.  Related?"  Allison says

"She was my father's second wife" I say

"Oh" she says "Okay"

We try to keep everything low key and not clinical. I meet with Sarah Anne
in my office though, since she's an adult and it's the first visit.  Plus,
I may not take her as a client.  In fact, I probably won't.  She is petite,
part Asian, and she is only 5 or, maybe, 6 years older than me.  I seem to
remember that she was 20 when he married her, pretty soon after divorcing
Mom.  She is dressed simply, in a dress, pretty but not fashionable.

"Thank you for seeing me" she says. "We barely know each other"

"We spoke after the funeral" I reminded her

"Yes.  I appreciated you and Patrick and Maria coming.  It was good of you
and the flowers"

"Of course.  What can I do for you?"

"You may not know this but Mark and I were in the process of getting a
divorce when he died.  It had to do with the children.  If he had been good
to the children, I probably would have toughed it out despite everything.
But, Larissa particularly has had a rough time.  He was very hard on her.
He was emotionally abusive to her.  He called her awful names, like 'whore'
and 'slut' and 'trash'.  She's 12 now and very rebellious, very angry,
clearly going down the wrong path.  He was less hard on Hugo but he would
strike him every time he saw ..."  she took a deep breath in and steeled
herself before continuing "Every time Hugo would .. play with himself. I
have had them both tested and they need your help"

She has a data stick and I ask for it.  There are profiles for Larissa,
Hugo and, surprisingly, her.  I look at the children since that is what she
has mentioned. Because ultra's are having children with other ultra's, the
curve has gotten skewed and a point system is now used.

"Larissa is 98.556, which makes her an ultra.  She's gamma, somewhere
between bi and pan, with high emotional intelligence, high empathy,
relatively low aggression.  High affinity for romance.  Lower affinity for
theta activity but a bit of delta.  She will be a partier as an older
adolecent.  She is not a highly likely type to be alienated, rebellious and
self-destructive" I say

"Mark was awful to her" Sarah Ann says simply.

I nod. Either she is overestimating the situation or, perhaps more likely,
she is underestimating it. I can see how devastating rejection would be for
Larissa.

"Hugo is a bit more troubling.  I think Larissa can be helped by sex
therapy.  Hugo is higher libido, 99.734.  It may not seem like much of a
difference but it is.  He's an alpha.  In fact, he is quite alpha.  Very
aggressive.  High emotional intelligence.  He doesn't score well on empathy
and pretty poorly on romance. It's not a good combination.  There would be
a tendency to be manipulative and abusive. I think from the very beginning
of his sex education, the needs and desires of his partner has to be
emphasized."

"I want you to be the one that helps them" she said

"Certainly.  As long as you understand that what we do is not traditional
sex therapy.  It is designed for ultra children and it involves sexual
contact, extensive sexual contact.  Including intercourse. And you will be
asked to sign waivers that give me permission to do it without your
presence or that of a licensed guardian."

"I understand" she says "And I understand that you have the pick of your
clients but I would like you to look at my profile because I want you to
help me as well"

"Being the parent of an ultra can be tough" I say.

I was surprised, at least mildly.  She is super high.  92.823.  She
classifies as a gamma as well.  Even more surprisingly, she is bisexual
with a strong enough prefernce that she would be happy as living as a
lesbian.

"And you grew up in a Moralist family?"

"I did.  A very strict Evangelical family. There was very little discussion
of sex other than being the mother of a quiverfull of children and pleasing
your husband, being available on demand.  Mark is the only man to ever
penetrate me. I did sneak around some as an adolescent but not seriously.
The one part of my marriage I enjoyed was the sex.  Otherwise, I came to
not like Mark very much.  I admired him for his business success and things
like that but I didn't like him as a person.  And I hated how he treated
our children."

"Perhaps it would be better if Allison were your therapist"

"No" she said.  "I want it to be you"

I had to consider what Sarah Anne's therapy would be like.  I figure that
Larissa's was, probably, straight forward but I could pick up the cues from
her.  Mason is in his office, working on putting together a show at his
gallery for one of the hottest erotic artists currently, our old friend
Austin, the delta transguy.  I am watching Ariana as she toddles along,
having not quite sorted out this standing and walking thing. I am waiting
for Claire to come pick her up but I don't mind.  She is the light of my
life right now and she has blonde hair and green eyes, so who knows which
one of us is the father.  It doesn't matter.  Mason and I are both her
fathers.  Somehow, in adult hood, we've gone back to being the Three
Musketeers, sharing a little one that we all adore.

It's actually Claire that settles it for me.

"How likely do you think it is that your dad got her off?  He was pretty
much only interested in his own pleasure.  I bet if you really get her off
one good time, she'll be on the hunt for it"

I would have picked Mom first and held off on the kids for a week or two,
that isn't how it happens. Larissa is showing signs of suicidality. We talk
for a few minutes and she gives monosyllabic answers only when required.
Sarah Anne does the talking and I don't think it gets us anywhere.  She
loves her daughter but Larissa is in a rage against her living parent and
more against her dead parent.

We go to the therapy room, with the bed and some erotic art on the wall.  A
monitor where we can watch porn. I begin to strip and she stands there shy.
She is a cute girl in a goth sense.  Black eye shadow and black nails.  Her
hair is black and I figure she's colored it. The hair is pigtails.  But she
is staring me down hard as I get on the bed.  I start rubbing myself.

"Let me see your sexy body" I say

She is a bit reluctant but then does take off her shirt.  She isn't wearing
a bra, although fashion dictates that she should. They are small, soft
rounds with large areola's. She is on her way to a fine rack. She is
beginning to have the hourglass body of a woman desirable.  She covers her
tits up with both hands but then finds the courage to undo her pants.  That
ends up taking both hands but she pulls then off too.

"Cam I keep my panties on?"

"Sure you can.  This is all about you.  But it would be better if you
didn't"

She is staring at my hard dick as she does that but then is shyly covering
herself up. a hand on her crotch and another over her breasts.

"What is it that you want me to do with you?"  I ask her

She gives me that adolescent shrug that could mean anything.  But I
wait. She has a lot of conflicting emotions that need to come out.

"I want you to fuck me like a bitch and then get down there and eat your
cum out of me"

"I can do that.  No problem.  Choke you when I fuck you, pull your hair,
slap you. I'm down for it all, it you think it will help.  Is that how Dad
fucked you>"

She looked at me angrily but that melted away, down to sadness.  "He was
mean. He didn't care what I wanted.  Then it was my fault when it happened.
It's because I'm a slut, a whore, a cumdump bitch"

"Come here and lay down by me. You don't want to do that do you?. But I
want to touch you, hold you" I say.

 She gets on the bed, still pretty tight.  I gently move her arm away from
her chest.  She puts both hands on her unshaved puss.  I gently begin to
play with her breasts.

"It's not that you intentionaly sexually aroused him - or maybe you did -
but his arousal was his responsibility, not yours. He liked young girls but
he was ashamed of it so that's why he made you the whore and the slut. It
amde him feel better by degrading you.  It was easier to blame you for what
he thought. He was sick."

She is crying a little. Trying not to.  She's guarding herself down there
though.

"Do you mind if I touch you?"

"No" she says, very quietly.  "I want you to"

I am gentle.  Lightly touching her breasts my rubbing her back and
shoulders more as we cuddle together.

"You are beautiful, sexy, wounded, and you deserve to know what it feels
like when you are the center of attention. That your needs are being taken
care of"

"As soon as he was done, he would start calling me a whore" she sobbed.
"Start calling a bitch.  He threatened me if I told anybody"

"You are not a whore and you are not a bitch.  That was a lie"

"He hated you.  He said I would turn out to be just like you, a rapist and
a monster" she says

"Do I seem like a monster?"  I ask

"No" she says.  "It was a lie"

I hold her close to my body.

"Can I touch you?  I mean touch down there"

"Absolutely" I say

I lay back and she strokes my dick.  I let her explore it, play with it,
examine it.  She pulls up the foreskin and plays with it.  She tugs at my
balls.  She feels my muscular body.  My chest hair.  My day old beard.

"I like girls too" she says.

I smile. "Why wouldn't you?  Girls are great.  Boys are great.  Everything
about sex is great."

She is rubbing herself.

"Can I touch you?" I ask.

She nods.  She rolls back on her back and this time, she isn't guarding
anything.  She is just naked.  Maybe not totally comfortable with it but
naked nonetheless.  I get up over her and kiss her.  Open mouth but playful
and not horny and passionate.  I stroke the side of her face, her ears.  We
kiss again, still playful, light I don't want to send the message of
horniness or domination.  I kiss her on her neck.  On her chest.  I squeeze
her tits.  They're not huge.  But they are perfectly formed and firm.  I
squeeze them and suck on her nips.  I work her nips with my tongue and a
light nibble with my lips and a brief, light tap with my teeth.

She moans.

I kiss her again.  She is beginning to feel the heat but I am still playful
and light.  I want her warmed up.  But I don't want to be urgent. I need to
be in control. I work her tits again.  Then kiss down her torso down to the
pud.  Her clit, hooded, her soft labia mounds, the folds of skin guarding
her glorious hole.  I lick her clit and gently suck on it.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself" I say

She goes it at fast and raw, fingering and rubbing herself.

"Slow down.  Enjoy it.  There is nothing more personal than this.  How you
pleasure yourself.  It's so intimate for someone to watch.  It's beautiful.
Your pussy is beautiful.  You are beautiful"

She rubs herself slower and rubs her tit with her free hand.  At first, she
closes her eyes to enjoy it but then she opens them to watch me, as I
stroke my dick too, slowly.

"Hmmmmm" she purrs.

"So sexy"

I put my hand over hers and start rubbing it, both of us together.  We
massage her mound and her folds together and I massage her other tit.

"Oohhh God" she murmurs

I get between her legs and move her hand and get my mouth over it.  Sucking
and licking I work it into her wet, hot hole but all around, the folds of
pink beauty, her glorious shrouded clit. I tongue and suck and rub.  I work
a finger into her pussy as I reach up with my free hand to play with her
beautiful and sensitive tits with the hard nipples.  She is breathing hard.
She is squirming under me.  Writhing.

"Fuck me" she says

I roll a condom on my hard dick.  I push it in slowly, all the way into her
hot wet hole.  Inside her missionary, I stop and let her enjoy the
fullness.  But she is clawing at my butt.  She is hot and horny.  But I
fuck her gently at first, slowly in and out, rubbing her crotch and her tit
as I lean over and kiss her, hard, on the face.  She is burning up with
lust.

"Harder" she moans. I grab her tits and give them a good squeeze.

Then I fuck her harder.  Faster than before but not as fast as I
could. Slow, even, deep strokes. The condom reduces the sensation.  But my
hardness is inside of her wetness.  Moving back and to.

"Harder" she says

I fuck her harder.  Not savage, not fast, harder.  It's more like fucking
now.  I rub her clit as I do and she gasps.  Then she begins to moan
loudly.  I fuck her a bit harder.  She reaches down and rubs herself.

"Ohhh Oohhh ohhh, fuck me good.  Fuck me hard" she pants and moans

I fuck her hard.

"Oh, God! Oh God!" she cries out. "Don't stop, don't stop:

I just fuck her harder.  Harder and faster and she is loving it, rubbing
her clit madly. My thighs are sticky with her pussy juice.  She is
whimpering now. Clawing at the sheet.  Her whole body is rigid, straight,
arched at the back.  I keep fucking her. Then she collapses and has a dazed
lost look on her face.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking shit." Larissa says, loudly.

I fuck her until she looks googley eyed and I can feel her pussy juices.

It was powerful enough that all she could do was luxuriate and cuddle.

"You didn't cum" She says

I pull off my condown but I didn't answer directly.

"Did you cum?" I ask

"Fuck yeah

"Good.  I am glad" I say. "And I want you to masturbate every day"

"Okay" she says

"And I want you to tell your mother what we did, Okay.  No secrets, Okay"

"My mom is ... I don't think I want to talk about this stuff with my mom"

"You might be surprised" I say