The rules of group therapy are simple: No socializing outside of the group. And since most everyone in the group was a little older than Aaron, he had no problem adhering to the rules.
But then Sasha joined the group and she was just a few years older than him. And even though she was depressed and sad, there was something friendly and beautiful about her – other than her looks.
Sasha happened to be a stunner. A tall, slender, beautiful woman with brown curly hair, large breasts and an ass to match.
She was shy, but interesting and something about her just set Aaron ablaze with curiosity. After one particular troubling week, another member suggested he get away. He listened to her advise and booked a cute little ski chalet in the mountains.
When he announced his plans the following week, Sasha popped up and said, “Oh! Could we all join you and have a group therapy retreat?”
Of course, that was against the rules.
After the session ended, Aaron walked to his car, which he always happened to park a little further away than necessary and in the direction Sasha walked. They’d chat, lingering awkwardly. Sometimes, he’d offer her a ride, but she always cited the rules as a reason not to.
“You know,” he said. “If it wasn’t for the ‘rules’ of group … I’d ask you to join me this weekend.”
“Yeah,” she ruffled her brow. “And I’d join you.”
“You would?” He asked.
Sasha nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “You’re just my type of guy and I really … I like you. I know I’m not supposed to say anything, but –”
“You know,” Aaron said, touching her shoulder, “life is short. And life sucks. We might as well be happy as frequently as we can. And in 100 years, we’ll all be dead and no one will even know we existed, let alone broke this one stupid rule.”
Suddenly and without provocation, Sasha grabbed Aaron and kissed him on the lips. It was a deep, passionate kiss that he never wanted to end.
“Okay,” she said. “Here’s my address.”
He picked her up on Friday evening and they arrived at the chalet two hours later. He started a fire in the fireplace and she browsed the selection of DVDs.
“Horror?” She asked.
“Perfect.”
She selected one and put it in the DVD player. They sat on the couch and because it was cold, she presumed she could snuggle up to him. Her breast grazing against his leg. His hand on her side, comfortably resting between her back and flat stomach.
As the movie came to an end, her head was practically in his lap. She looked up to him and smiled. The smile said it all. This trip was a fine idea and damn the therapist and her rules. She felt safe with him. She unhooked his belt and pulled his cock out. It was already hard. Bigger than she thought it’d be.
She leaned forward and sucked on him, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth as he arched back on the sofa. She took her time, cradling his balls in her hand, stroking them while she traced her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and then swallowed him whole. Her mouth was warm and wet and he found himself living a total fantasy.
“Let me taste you,” he said.
Sasha stood up and undressed before him. It wasn’t a sexy strip tease. She felt comfortable with Aaron, like they’d been together a long time. There was no need for sexy dancing and giggling. She simply undressed, folding her pants and tossing them neatly onto the floor. Stepping out of her panties, exposing her bush, unclasping her bra, exposing her large, perfect breasts. He stood and undressed himself.
Soon, they were totally naked. And she knew just how she wanted him to go down on her.
Sasha stood on the sofa, her right leg to his left, her left foot placed firmly on the back of the sofa, her beautiful, tight pussy in front of his face.
He leaned in slowly, smelling her. She smelled fresh, sweet. He breathed on her, causing her to break out in goose bumps. He looked up at her rock hard nipples and she looked down at him and smiled. He leaned forward, putting his hands on her porcelain white ass and began to lick her clitoris, sucking her pussy lips, tonguing her all over.
She writhed, her hair cascading down her back as she stood, grinding her pussy slowly into his mouth.
He took her lips in his mouth and sucked on them, causing them to swell.
“Yes,” she groaned as he sucked deeper, pulling more and more of her into his mouth. “Do it,” she whispered.
Her pussy was so wet she had started dripping onto his chest.
“I’m cumming,” she whispered into the wall, clutching the back of his head and pushing it deeper into her pelvis. He moved his tongue in a circular motion around her clit until she was trembling with pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, don’t stop.”
He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked harder, wagging his tongue back and forth across her swollen clit until she came into him and braced, slapping her hand against the wall while she squeezed her left breast with her hand.
“Christ,” she said as she lowered herself onto him, his still wet cock from her blowjob the perfect fit for her pussy. Fully inside of her, she leaned into him and kissed him, tasting her pussy on his tongue.
She grinded, slowly, up and down, feeling every inch of him exit and then plunge into her.
“You feel so good,” she said.
“YOU feel so good,” he said.
What they both wanted to say was this moment, right here, his cock inside of her … it felt like home. Sasha was where he belonged. Screw the therapist’s rules. What would happen if she found out they had spent the weekend together making love? At best, she’d accept their apology. At worst, she’d ask them to leave.
But they didn’t need the group anymore. They had each other.
She pressed her clit into his pelvis as she rocked back and forth with him fully inside of her.
He took her breast into his mouth, sucking her hard nipple. She rode him slow, savoring every minute of his large, throbbing cock as it pressed deeper into her hole.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he whispered as she ran her tongue into his ear, making him quiver.
“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.
Sasha slid off of his soaking wet cock and dropped to her knees, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. There was no need to communicate her desires. She was showing him. Telling him to release himself onto her face and into her mouth.
He stood and stroked his glimmering cock until he erupted, spraying sperm into her face. But even this seemed romantic and beautiful as line after line of cum streaked her beautiful face. He didn’t drench her in jizz as much as he slowly released himself onto her. It seemed artistic, even, not aggressive, like it normally is when a pornstar yanks her hair, tilts her head back and screams something derogatory like, “Yeah, bitch! Take this jizz!”
It felt different from that. It felt beautiful.
After he was done ejaculating onto her face, she leaned back and stared deeply into his eyes as his sperm trickled down her face and dripped, slowly, onto her breasts. She gingerly ran her tongue around her lips, tasting him before hunching over with joy. A smile appeared on her face and she pushed herself up from the ground and excused herself, leaving Aaron alone in the chalet, naked, trembling with joy.
A few minutes later, Sasha emerged from the bathroom, the cum gone from her face, a bath robe loosely covering her, though her left breast was exposed.
“Hi,” she said as she walked over to him. They kissed.
“Another movie?” He asked.
“Sure, but can we watch this one in bed?”
He nodded, took her hand and they walked into the bedroom together.
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