I always like to do a good scene. A sweet, fun loving girl in Charleston, WV, and I worked this one out together. A former Med school boyfriend had taught her to massage his prostate and how to stroke him so slowly that he couldn't cum.

She would pretend to be an Erection Theropist when she came to my motel room. She would wear a white dress, white hose and white patent leather high heels. And she would carry a briefcase. Of course, I paid the erection theropist a "fee" for the "examination" and the "procedures" she did for me.

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The Erection Theropist Cums!

Before she arrived, I would give myself a triple enima and showered. I would wear only a robe. When she tapped on the door, I looked through the peep hole and, seeing her, I would welcome her in. In our roles from the start, she would ask if I was making any progress with my erection problem. Of course, I told her I still couldn't get it up good. She would collect her "fee" and put it in her briefcase.

"Now, Ray, I want to examine your cock and see for myself if you are making progress. Please take off your robe for me and come over here by the lamp," she would tell me while she sat in a straight back chair by the bed lamp. I quickly removed my robe and moved so I was standing directly in front of her. She take my balls into one of her hands and softly caress them while she took the very stiff and erect cock between fingers and her thumb.

She would slowly turn it up, down and sidways while moving her head to see it completely. "You do have a lovely cock, Ray, but it will take several more of my procedures to get it the way you want it to be. Then, releasing my balls she would put her thumbs on each side of the slit in the know and draw the slit open. She would peer into the and describe the pinkish color of the inner wall and the clear fluid she could see in it. It was exciting to have a lovely young woman handle my cock like that and examine it so thoroughly and describe what she saw.

She took several minutes of this kind of cock and ball examination, she said, "I believe that you will require more massage of your prostate, Ray." She would describe how the prostate was positioned so that it received poor circulation. While she was telling me this, she would put a latex glove on her right hand and get a tube of viginal cream out of that briefcase.

She had me get on the bed on my knees and bend over and lay my head on a pillow. When I was satisfactorily positioned, she pulled the straight back chair up behind me and sat down. She started out by putting some of the cream on her middle finger and working it into my ass hole, putting her finger in only to the first joint. She repeated this several times, telling me she wanted this to be comfortable for me. It was more that comfortable for me. It was exciting to feel her sticking her finger into my ass hole.

Slowly, she would work her finger in until she would say, "got it!" Then would slowly begin working the tip of her finger in and out across my prostate. It did feel so pleasnat. Then she would stop the in and out movement and begin twisting her finger, one direction and then the other. She would ask me if she was hurting me. And I would reassure that it was making me feel very horney. And she would say that meant that my prostate needed the massage.

She would switch from in and out to twisting several times before she was satisfied that the prostate was thoroughly massaged. It was an extremely erotic feeling and it did make me very horney. My cock was standing stiff and the skin was streached tight on the knob.

"Now we need to get lots of working through your crotch," nurse Nancy would say while standing and rubbing my bottom. Then she would swat one off the cheeks of my bottom several times very hard.

Adaline lived a couple of doors down the street from my house in a lower income neighborhod of Oklahoma City. The main thing I remember about her then was that on Mondays during the summer, she would have a pitcher of ice cold Cool Aid on her front porch during the afternoon. She would share it with the neighborhood , including me. But only on Mondays because she was a beauty operator and it was her only day off.

The other thing I remember about her was that she always looked like she had just stepped out of a hat box. She was a lot older than me but she had a nice figure and great legs. At , I was old enough to appreciate a good looking pair of women's legs. And she would wear hose and high heels. When she sat on her porch swing, her skirt often was well above her knees and I could get quite an eyeful while I drank my Cool Aid. Later, I would often jack off while I fantacised about those legs.

When I was , her husband died in a car wreck and she sold there and moved away. I never heard about her after that for the next .

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In 1959, I was 19 and in the second year of college. My hard earned savings were gone and I was broke. It was early November and I was struggling to make it to the end of the semester. I was living with my parents but they couldn't pay any of my college expenses.

It was a Monday and I had just finished a lab class around 4:30 and was walking to the bus stop a few blocks away. A ladies voice said, "Is that you, Ray?"
It was Adaline. I would have known her anywhere, she still looked like she had just stepped out of a hat box. Her figure was as good as ever and she still had really good looking legs. The style for woment then was short hair and short skirts and she was in style.

She insisted that we have dinner together on her. During dinner, she asked about the old neighborhood and I learned that her husband had an insurance policy that was enough for her to buy her own beauty shop here in Norman.

She wanted to know about how I was doing in school and all about my romantic life. While sneaking peeks at her legs, I told her I was was doing fine in my classes but I had no romantic life because I had no money for girls. I told her I was dropping out of school in the spring because I was broke.

She quizzed me about all my school costs and what I would need to stay in school. She told me she would check around and see if there was something she could do to help me. She asked me to meet her at the restaurant the next Monday evening.

I didn't really think there was any way she could help me but I was looking forward to seeing her again the next Monday. She was the closest thing I had to a date in a long time.

She was so happy and smiling when I met her and, when she sat close to me in the booth, she teased me about when I used to sit on her porch and sneek peeks at her legs. Her skirt was so short that her hose tops showed and she sat next to me. "You still like to look at my legs, Ray?" she grinned as I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed, dear, it makes me feel good to know that such a nice looking man likes to look at my legs," she said as she pressed her thigh against mine.

By the time we left the dinner, I had a hard on and was trying my best to hide it. She had convinced me to walk over to her beauty shop and show it to me and the apartment above it where she had lived until just recently. Once in her apartment, she told me how lonely she had been and how she missed flirting with a man. She took my head in her hands and kissed me.

I put my arms around her and hugged and kissed her back. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

I don't remember getting undressed. The next thing I do remember is that we were in bed and I was naked. We were kissing and hugging and feeling all over each other. I felt her hand hold my very stiff, throbbing cock. "Your cock is very nice and hard," she said, "let's put it in and let it soak."

I rolled over with my knees between her legs and leaned forward to lay on top of her as she guided my cock into her pussy. Suddenly my cock started shooting cum! I was confused at first, this must not be happening. I was ruining everything. Adaline would be mad at me. I was horrified.

But Adaline gently reasurred me. She said she was thrilled that a handsome young man would be so excited about her. She drew me to her and my still erect cock slipped into her hot, wet pussy. It was so delightful. I tried to apologize for messing up but she just raised her legs and laid them on my back and hugged and kissed on me.

After a few minutes, she said, "Oh, Ray, your cock is still so hard and it feels so good in me. I want to get on top and fuck you." She wanted to keep my cock inside her pussy and we rolled over carefully. The gentle motion caused my cock to move inside and it was just a delicious feeling. Once on top, she drew her legs up so her knees were next to my ribs and she tucked her toes under my butt. It was the first time I realized she still had on her garter belt and hose.

She whispered in my ear sesy things as she started to move her hips up and down slowly. Her warm pussy gripped my cock firmly as she gently drew back slowly and then slowly moved her hips forward until she pressed her crotch hard against me. "I'm so greedy," she said, "I want every inch of your wonderful cock in me."

As she was stroking with her hips, she rose up on her elbows and looked into my eyes. "I have missed this so much," she whispered, "and now I feel my orgasm approaching. I'm going to cum." she moaned softly. Her mouth was open and I could hear her sigh and moan softly as she began to move her hips faster. I could feel the nicest sensation at the base of my cock.

Her eyes seemed to roll up into her head as she began grunting and moaning. "I'm cumming," she cried out. The wonderful sensation had reached the end of my cock and I began ejaculating. It was most wonderful feeling I had ever had. She pressed her lips to mine and her tounge into my mouth and I sucked on it as we both climaxed.

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She set me up in this apartment as her "renter." She also took care of all my college expenses for the next two and a half years. Needless to say I took care of all of her needs during that time and loved every minute of it. She taught me many things about love making. But that is another story.

Oh, did I mention, Adaline was 52 in 1959 and I was 19.