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Dick Fitswell was beginning to see the Chinese psychiatrist as much more than his doctor. For the first few days of his therapy his dick hung below his belly limp and useless. During the nights after he had fallen asleep he’d ejaculate in his hospital bed as he dreamed on. Dreams from his past came to him–dreams about a childhood half-remembered that he’d just as soon forget. As each day passed his flaccid member slowly became alive. Chinese physicians had been able to restore the tissue damage the electrical short in the penis pump up had inflicted. But the psychological damage had remained. Dick Fitswell’s once proud eighteen inch penis had died and so had its owner. Life had no meaning for the man who lived the never ending quest for the perfect fit. But his psycho therapy sessions with the young Chinese woman slowly brought his fifteen inch dick back to life. Dr. Kwan had become much more than his doctor. She had become a sexual object worth despoiling. "What happened to Howie the Duck?" Dr. Kwan asked. "He taught me everything I needed to know about sex," Dick Fitswell replied. "At first it was the swans. But after we had fucked a few they started to grow wary. They’d fly off every time we came near that pond. Finally they flew off never to return. But a flock of geese visited the pond so we screwed several geese but the same thing happened that had happened with the geese and they left too. "Then what happened?" "Howie introduced me to sheep, then goats. But all of them caught on to us and they would run off as soon as we came anywhere near them." "And what did you learn from all of this?" "I learned to get very aggressive because if I didn’t, I’d never get laid." "When did you have your first woman?" Dr. Kwan asked. Dick Fitswell frowned, then his face brightened. "I had just turned twelve. Howie the Duck was still around. By this time we had run out of animals and he had started to get restless. Dick Fitswell’s voice started to get sad as he recalled his adventures with Howie the Duck. "I had this sinking feeling that Howie would soon leave me so I asked him: "What are we going to do, Howie?"" He looked at me with this funny gleam in his eye and said: "How about trying a woman?" "Where am I going to find one of those?" I asked. "Haven’t you noticed the girl next door? What’s her name?"-----------Howie paused for a moment----------then continued, "Cathy. Cathy." "But she’s only eleven." "Are you blind? She’s ripe for the butcher. Her breasts are just starting to develop. Her nodules are just beginning to blossom. She’s perfect." ******
The young Dick Fitswell knocked on the door of the house that stood out less than half a mile from his parent’s farmstead. A few moments later a little girl with a ponytail appeared. "Hi Dick—I was just doing my homework for school. Boring." "How would you like to come out and play?" Dick asked her. "I can do the homework later. What do you want to do?" "I have something special I want to show you. Let’s go out to that old trestle." The old railroad trestle was less than a mile away. Once, Dick Fitswell had walked along the I-beams that furnished part of its support thirty feet below the tracks along its top. The trestle crossed a little valley between two hills which meant that he had to walk two hundred yards a hundred feet above the ground below. The I beams were only eight inches wide but Dick had been able to use his hands to grab onto steel girders that ran from the I beams to the top of the trestle. Walking through the trestle had been the scariest thing he had ever done. Still, he had done it and only because two other boys who were with him had dared him to do it. Farmers’ fields filled the valley below the trestle. The hills on both sides of it were heavily wooded. Dick Fitswell took Cathy to a little clearing in the trees on the side of the trestle that was closest to her house. "I’ll show you my thing if you will show me yours," Dick Fitswell said to her. "Do you think your thing is like my daddy’s?" Kathy asked. "I don’t know. Let’s find out,"Dick Fitswell replied as he loosened his belt and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Then he pulled his boxer shorts down as he showed her his dick. "It is like my daddy’s, but it is much smaller," Kathy laughed. "You’ve seen mine. Let me see yours now." Seconds later Kathy had taken her dress and panties off with the innocence of the unsuspecting school girl. She hadn’t started to grow pubic hair which Dick Fitswell didn’t notice since he had never seen a woman or a girl naked before. "Come closer so I can get a better look at it," Dick Fitswell said as he sat on a slab of concrete that was part of the abutment supporting part of the trestle. Kathy sat down next to him, still marveling at his penis. "I wish I had one of those," she said. "It’s much bigger than mine." "Let me show you something else," Dick Fitswell replied to her. "Touch it." Surprised and curious Kathy gingerly touched Dick Fitswell’s penis, then pulled her hand away. "No. Touch it again and keep it there." This is really neat. You aren’t going to believe it." Kathy touched his penis again, just as gingerly as she had the first time but this time she left her hand on it. Dick Fitswell’s penis started to grow. "Feel it growing as you touch it. Hold it tighter in your hand and pull it back and forth. Let’s see how big it is," Dick suggested. Kathy was fascinated by how Dick Fitswell’s penis expanded in her hand. "What new things is he going to show me?" she thought as she pulled on his appendage. "See, how big it’s gotten?" Dick Fitswell crowed. "Keep working it back and forth while I show you something else." "What’s that?" asked Kathy. "Your thing. Let me touch it and feel it." "I don’t know. My daddy told me never to let boy touch it." "That’s because your daddy is afraid that you will feel good and want to do it all the time with everyone. Trust me, Kathy. You’ve liked what we are doing so far. You are going to like this even better," Dick Fitswell replied as he touched her between her legs. "It feels good," said Kathy. "It’s really kind of exciting. I’m touching you and you are touching me. This feels so good."
"Well if you like this, let me show you something you will even like better." "What’s that?" "I’m going to put my thing into your thing. If you think this feels good, you will feel much better and even more excited when we do it." "I don’t know. I think this feels good enough." "Kathy, don’t you want to do something even more exciting. This can be our little secret. No one else has to know." "So you had sex with her then? Which makes Kathy to be the first woman or girl you ever had intercourse with? What did you think of it? "I was really surprised, said Dick Fitswell. "And disappointed. Kathy wasn’t nearly as tight as the swans or the geese. By this time the swans and geese had disappeared so I didn’t have any choice. Kathy was all I had so we kept going out to the trestle and fuck. I just didn’t have anything better to do." "Then what happened?" "She got pregnant. Her parents sent her away so she could have the baby. She was only twelve when she had it. They had a little talk with my parents and I was whisked off to a boarding school. Place had only guys. And it was far from home." *****
"Look at this thing!" Dr. Kwan. I’ve gotten hard. Just thinking about fucking all those swans and geese, then Kathy has made my penis come alive again." "Let me take a look at it," Dr. Kwan replied. "Pull it out of your gown." Dick Fitswell pulled his dick out which had reached a full ten inches. It was the greatest moment in Dr. Kwan’s career. Her psychotherapy had reached its pinnacle. Out of the ruins of a nearly deep fried penis she had pulled off the impossible. Dick Fitswell had gotten his first erection. It was not necessary for Dick Fitswell to say a word. She had to test his penis herself........just to be sure it was fully functional. Grasping Dick Fitswell’s shaft Dr. Kwan stroked it gently, at first from curiosity, then as it slowly sprung to its full fifteen inches in her hand, out of professional pride. "Dick, we’ve done it!" she exclaimed. I think it will work. You might be cured." "Might be?" asked Dick. "Then we have to find out. Let’s take it for a test spin." "Why not? It’s late at night and the nurses have gotten lazy since most of the patients are asleep. No one will bother us at this hour." Dr. Kwan crawled under the sheets with Dick Fitswell where she buried her head between his legs. She had never experienced fifteen inches of raging cock in her mouth before. She started giving her patient a blow job out of sheer professionalism at first, in the sincere belief that she must not leave a single stone unturned before releasing Dick Fitswell from the hospital. She had to have basic empirical data that his penis worked and there was only one way to find out and that was to test it. It would be necessary to find out that not only could he get it up but that he could keep it hard in a woman’s vagina until intercourse was complete. Premature ejaculation was not an option. Dick Fitswell’s huge member throbbed in her mouth. She found it tasteful, not acidic the way many of her sexual partner’s had tasted because of an improper diet. The hospital food had been meticulously prepared for Dick Fitswell to be properly balanced in every respect. Dr. Kwan resisted the urge of having him jet his come into her mouth, reluctantly releasing his organ from her mouth, before turning over on her back and spreading her legs for him. There was still a little light on just above his hospital bed which showed Dr. Kwan’s body to him. She was long legged for a Chinese and tall with a flat belly. Her breasts, typical of most oriental women, were small but hers were well shaped with firm little pink nipples. Dick Fitswell plunged right in, at first inserting his penis only part way, then as he felt her excitement grow he slid it halfway into her opening. Which was a lot further in than she was used to. Or any woman for that matter. Moments later Dr. Kwan lay beneath him quivering in ecstasy as eight inches of excited cock probed gently back and forth. Unable to contain himself any longer, Dick Fitswell jammed the full fifteen inches of his organ deep into her cavity. Dr. Kwan gasped with the sudden pain, then grasped the little support rails on both sides of the bed in both hands. She felt as if she were about to explode inside as the huge appendage kept ramming into her. Dick Fitswell had not had sex for weeks other than those times he had leaked semen onto the hospital sheets as he dreamed of past sexual exploits. Unable to contain himself any longer, he rammed his last inch deep between her legs as he thrust violently against her. What had been searing pain for Dr. Kwan became an interlude of indescribable excitement as she contemplated the very real possibility of membranes and tissue being torn apart by Dick Fitswell’s relentless cock. The whole thing only took ten minutes. Feeling what seemed to be a powerful animal violating her, Dr. Kwan reached behind Fitswell and plunged her fingernails into his back. When he started to come, she exclaimed: "Do it. I want it all. Keep pushing." Dick Fitswell pounded her body mercilessly with his chest and legs as he exploded into spasm after spasm of jetting ejaculate. Dick Fitswell was cured.
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