Phase III: Ecstatic

Dr. Alan Monroe wasn't a billionaire -- $700 million was as far as he got, but that was good enough. His was perhaps the most lucrative patent of all time. Reluctance to submit to back-alley neurosurgery meant that few treaters tried to work around the patent.

The doctor took stock of life. He had started out in med school eager to help individual patients. Like many doctors, he became frustrated that there were many he couldn't help because there were no effective treatments available. His interest shifted to devising better treatments. He had devised a depression treatment that made the world a better place; he had succeeded as very few other researchers do. He would very likely win the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

His wealth allowed him to engage in substantial philanthropy. Dr. Meredith Boyd was happy with a humble practice in pediatrics. Her role in his discovery remained a secret, but he did quietly give her $5,000,000 as a small token of his appreciation.

When he dated in his early years, it never felt quite right. He was devoted to his work, but that was only part of the problem. He had never found a woman who he really liked enough to settle down with her. He wasn't optimistic that anything would be different if he started dating again.

Lately he had been having lots of hot sex with girls who craved above all else his pleasure. But there were professional guidelines. Sometimes he would have no patients for weeks, and then he sorely missed that profound sexual fulfillment. Some girls didn't get better, and that was frustrating. Some tore off their halos and ran away just as he was working up to orgasm. Sometimes the ones he found really hot left too soon, and the ones he found boring or tedious seemed to come back forever.

With all that as background, what was left? He had no desire to hike the Pacific Crest trail or take up skydiving. He had no interest in painting or music. Coin collecting was right out. Participating in the blogosphere or online fantasy games felt empty.

He decided that what he wanted to concentrate on was experiencing pleasure. The greatest pleasure was sex. He had the technology at hand.

All the patent licenses made it clear they were strictly for therapeutic purposes. Monitoring to enforce that provision was effective. But he owned the patent, so he could do as he pleased. He wanted to explore recreational use.

He decided to contact Maria. Maria stood out among his former patients for her beauty. As her depression lifted, her intelligence and wit and kindness had become apparent, as well as her sensual nature. She would be a senior in college now.

"Hello, Maria?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's Doctor Monroe."

"Oh, hi! Thanks again so much for helping me get better!"

"Oh, you're most welcome."

"So, what's up?"

"I wondered if you'd be willing to come back for more treatments."

"I'm doing OK, though when I think of you I've been tempted to fake a relapse. Is this a research study or something?"

"No." He felt a little fear race through him. He was a grown man, 46 years old, but rejection would still sting. "I'm giving up my practice. So it's not research. I'm calling because I really liked you and wondered if you'd be interested in getting some more treatments for free. Or, they wouldn't really be treatments, they'd just be because, well, because they feel good."

"Oh, jeez, doctor, I've wet my panties just listening to you. It wasn't my idea to stop seeing you! Yes, yes, yes! When can I come in?"

"How about tomorrow?"

Alan didn't spend much time analyzing how women looked, but he stopped and took the time with Maria. She wore her blond hair loose and it fell halfway down her back. She had blue eyes, and her face was beautiful in a way he couldn't really describe. She wore a beautiful white dress which stopped at mid-thigh.

"Hi, Alan!" she said, hugging him, wiggling her pelvis against him suggestively. She pulled back and said, "Is this too forward of me?"

"No," he said, looking her up and down appreciatively. "I..." he said.

"I can spot lust when I see it!" said Maria with a laugh. "Where's that halo?"

Alan handed it to her, but before she put it on, she said, "Maybe you'd better get out of those clothes before I put this on, so I don't rip them off you!"

Alan grinned and stripped, and Maria smiled at his hard-on.

Maria put the halo on and her face momentarily glazed over. "Oh God, it's just the same!" she said. "And I bet I know what you want most!" she tugged him to the bed, lay back, her dress riding up to reveal no panties and a wet pussy. She also unbuttoned a top button to reveal no bra beneath.

"Take me, Alan, and come quick! Right up my pussy! Please?"

She was leading him down the path of his most primal lust, and with an expression of animal stupor on his face he descended on her, let her guide him in, and within ten seconds he moaned as he splattered her inner pussy with his cum. Maria screamed.

He flopped onto his back, dazed with happiness. Maria snuggled against him and whispered in his ear, "That was so great, Alan, thanks so much for the sperm! I can feel it wriggling around in me now. Some is leaking out, though. I love it all."

She started nibbling his ear. It was too much stimulation for the moment. But he didn't have to tell her to stop. She knew it instantly. The funny thing was, he knew she wanted to stop even more than he did.

"Should I get up now?" she asked. "In a treatment it would be time for me to get up."

"Not unless you want to," he said.

"I want to stay, I really want to stay." She smiled at the pleasure he felt in anticipation.

She undulated her pelvis against his thigh gently and read his feelings. "You want me to feel happy? Great!"

She rubbed some more, then became aware that his pleasure stopped. This he had to explain, "It's a little too hard on my thigh," he said.

"Oh," she said, "Sorry. Would you like to lick me? OK, I guess not," she giggled, feeling his pleasure drain at the prospect.

"I feel kind of guilty that I don't really feel like putting my mouth down there. Aren't men supposed to?"

"Not all! And with this halo on, there are so many other ways ... How about your finger?" She smiled as she sensed his excitement with that idea. "Here, let me show you just how it works for me. Every girl is a little different, you know."

She could of course tell that he was OK with that, and he found himself giving her slow, delicate strokes just the way she liked.

"What is it?" she said after a couple minutes.

He was embarrassed to admit it. "Guess I don't have many secrets from you, do I? I'm feeling inadequate that I'm not making you come."

"Oh, Alan!" she said. "It feels great; I sometimes do this for an hour at a time."

He kept calm after that, happy to give her pleasure in the moment, but with his relaxed attitude, she did come five minutes later.

By then his cock was hard again, and she was ecstatic as he took her from the rear.

After they lay a while, she said, "I can tell this isn't so much fun any more. Would you like me to go?"

"Well, would you like to go out to eat?"

"I'm not sure, but I can tell you don't really want to. It's sweet of you to ask, though. But ... do you want to see me again?"

He gave a big smile, and she smiled back.

So they met at least a couple times a week, whenever she could get away from her college classes.

One day as they lay in afterglow, she said, "Something's not quite the way it was."

"It's wonderful! I'm very happy."

"Yeah, I know, but that extra special something is missing."

"Well, there is that special thrill when something's just starting."

"Yeah, that makes sense. But what could we do to make it more special again for you -- and therefore for me?"

"Let me think," she said. They already knew he loved to suck her nipples and was happy to get some oral sex from her, but only as a prelude to the real thing. She went through a list of things they hadn't done. She could tell what he thought about them. "Anal ... nope! Tying me up ... nope. Lacy underwear ... nope"

"Maria, this isn't fair!" he said. "It's like you're reading my mind. Take that halo off!"

"Why not read your mind?" she said. "You want me to be happy, don't you?" she said with a soulful pout.

"Well, yes, of course..."

"OK, then, let's see. Spanking me ... well, maybe a little. Porn videos ... no. Another girl. Wow! You want another girl!" She thought a moment. "But where does that leave me?"

"Well," he said, tentatively, "I do have more than one halo."

"You want me to watch? Yes! Or her to watch? Yes, but not as much. I guess you guys can never get enough women, can you?"

He shrugged guiltily.

She brought up her Facebook account and had him look at some of her friends. She discovered that he really didn't like big boobs that much, and preferred his girls on the slim side.

"Stacy, I've got the coolest thing. How'd you like to join me for a threesome?"

"Why?"

"You know about that sex treatment for depression?"

"Yeah, sure. Say, you had that a few years ago! It really helped you, right?"

"It saved my life," Maria said. "But now the guy is doing it just for fun."

"That's kind of selfish of him."

"Not really. Not at all, actually. I mean, he does have fun ... He chose me."

"I'm not surprised, you look like a goddess."

"Well, thanks, but he likes you too. We went through my Facebook friends."

"So I should do it with you guys just because he likes the idea? I think I'd feel kind of like a slut."

"Well, you would get to wear one of those halos," Maria said, "and there's no way you can feel like a slut once you've got one of those on."

"I thought that was hype."

Maria looked at her friend with a serious expression. "No, Stacy, it is not hype. That I can guarantee you. Say, you can come along, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Well, OK," Stacy said reluctantly.

"You have contraception?"

"I won't be needing contraception. But yeah, I'm on the pill."

She smiled inwardly, having a strong hunch that Stacy would change her tune once the halo was on.

"Hi, Stacy," said the doctor. "I'm Alan."

"Pleased to meet you." She looked at him with a sexual eye. He had hints of gray in his brown hair and a kindly face. His body was average -- all in all not bad.

"Here, let me fit you with a halo. You are up for a halo?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. "I think so."

"You can take it off any time you want."

Stacy had worn a dark blue dress, with bare legs and sandals. Her hair was shoulder-length and black, and her eyes dark brown. She wore just a touch of make-up.

Alan stood in front of her, and as soon as the halo settled into place, she felt a tingling -- a sort of wonderful itch.

But as he turned to walk to the sofa, the tingling faded. She wanted it back.

After he was seated, she felt it again as he looked at her face. She felt a little additional surge as his eyes glanced briefly down to her breasts, and again when he looked at her legs. His eyes naturally glanced at the spot just below the hem of her dress where her legs came together.

She not only knew he found her sexy, she felt it herself. Her pussy was rapidly engorging and lubricating. She sat up and pushed her chest out so her breasts were more prominent, and his excitement surged more.

"So, which dorm are you in?" he asked.

"Franklin," she said dreamily.

"You want to tell me about your courses?"

"No," she said vaguely, "not really." He was focused on her body. It sure was sexy through his eyes. She slid her dress slowly up, and as more of her legs were revealed beneath the retreating hemline she felt a wave of pleasure and desire.

She took hold of her dress, preparing to lift it over her head, but paused for a moment. What was she doing stripping in front of a total stranger? "Do you mind?" she asked, confused.

"Not at all, Stacy, not at all," he said, smiling. "You mind if I undress too?"

"No!"

The dress came off over her head, and she felt his excitement ratchet up a level. What would excite him more? She quickly unfastened her bra, and as it fell she could feel his lust rise higher. Deep down, his excitement called for the relief only orgasm could provide -- and she wanted it too. She would never ordinarily want sex before at least half an hour of foreplay. But she was feeling his lust, not her own. Her pussy was engorged and dripping as if they had been making out passionately for a half hour.

He stripped out of his clothes quickly and she saw his engorged cock. She guessed easily enough that removing her panties was what he wanted next.

"Oh, God," she moaned under her breath. What next? Some guys loved oral sex, so she lowered herself to her knees, but felt his pleasure drop. Apparently that wasn't what he wanted.

If he didn't want that, there was one other prime candidate. "You want to make love?" she asked him, staring at him urgently.

He nodded.

She walked around the couch and lay back on the bed, legs spread. He approached her slowly and slid his hands up and down the inside of her thighs, pausing at the top to brush her pubic hair.

"It's so hard to wait," she pleaded. "Can you get into me now?"

"Now you know how guys feel," he muttered as an aside, then leaned over her, cock approaching her opening.

Was it possible? That when she was with a guy, through that whole half hour of foreplay he was suppressing his desire to get into her pussy?

That didn't matter now. She was the one who usually wanted the foreplay, and she knew she wanted that cock up inside her right away.

He slid in with a satisfied sigh, and she enjoyed feeling the fullness of his meat inside her. She loved his back and forth, but she also felt his urgency. What he really wanted was to come.

"Oh, you can come any time! I'd love it!"

"Say, 'Fill my pussy with sperm!'" he said playfully.

She felt his thrill as he said it, and she instantly followed with her own, "Fill my pussy with sperm!" Deciding to be creative, she added, "Fuck me, Alan." She was rewarded with excitement, "Fill me with it, Alan, shoot the sperm out of your huge wonderful cock!" The itch was almost unbearable, "Now, please?"

Then she felt his orgasm build and his penis swell inside her, then the overwhelming release of pleasure as he ejaculated. She couldn't feel it inside her, but she knew it was happening and as always she loved that. But that was all overwhelmed by his pleasure as he continued to pound her hard. She felt his urgency slide into mellow satisfaction as his orgasm faded. He pulled out and lay on the bed beside her.

She wanted to snuggle with him, but he apparently preferred just lying side by side holding hands. She enjoyed both halves of the afterglow. After twenty minutes she felt a little itch build within him as she also saw his penis expanding.

"What would make you most happy now?" she asked him.

"Oh, you are so nice to me," he said.

"You want to get it in me?" After the briefest hesitation, she said, "Wow, I guess so! So how? Same as before? Or from the rear? Want me on top?"

"Just turn away from me and lift your top leg and I'll fuck you that way."

"'Fuck', huh?" she asked.

"Oh, well, yeah, make love."

"Nah," she said. "Fuck is right," she said. "I've never liked that word before, but that's what it's feels like and I love it!"

As she spoke she assumed the position he had suggested.

He said. "Arch your back."

She felt his excitement build as she did exactly what he said, and followed him through a minute of long, deep thrusts before she felt his climax once more, once dimly through her own body sensations, and once vibrantly through his experience.

The room wasn't much bigger than the king-sized bed, but that was fine because everything that happened in that room happened on the bed.

All three girls wore pastel skirts and silky button-up blouses. But not all the buttons were fastened. There were no bras or panties. Each of the girls lounged demurely on the bed, watching him reverently.

There were some preliminaries before the girls were allowed to don their halos.

Alan knelt on the bed, his torso upright. He raised his eyebrow while looking at Maria, and she scooted over and caressed his half-hard penis before enveloping the tip in her mouth. He hardened quickly.

"OK, present yourself," he commanded, and the girl instantly whirled so her rear end was facing Alan. He flipped up her light green skirt and slid his hard organ into Maria. She wasn't totally wet, but he liked the feeling of a little extra friction. Once the girls had their halos on, every pussy would be very wet. He insinuated himself to the hilt and a little farther, feeling his tip bump into the end of Maria's pussy. Symbolically, she was now his.

He pulled out and motioned with one finger for Stacy to approach. "Present!" he commanded her as well, and her rear end appeared before him, barely covered by the pink skirt. He surged into her up to the hilt as well, owning her. Beverly got the same treatment.

"You may put on your halos," he said.

"Thanks, Alan," the girls whispered, eagerly fitting the rings over their heads.

"Beverly, spread!" he said, and the girl presented herself in the missionary position, looking at him hungrily. The time to hide her pussy was over; now it was time to expose it, and so her wide-spread thighs pushed the light blue dress out of the way. He reached inside the unbuttoned top to find first one delicate breast, then the other.

He was going to fuck Beverly, but the other two had roles to play as well. At his direction, Stacy knelt above Beverly's head with legs spread partway, hand up under her dress moving rhythmically. Maria knelt beside him at his left, bending over him as his position allowed. She rubbed her breasts softly against his shoulder, nibbled his ear, and stroked his hair with her hand.

"Your dick is so big," she cooed. "You want to bury it in Beverly's twat? I can tell she'd love that... " It slid in. "Oh, she took the whole thing! I can tell it feels so good, going back and forth. Her pussy's meant to take your cum, and she's ready for it any time you want to spurt it out ... Oh, you're fucking her so hard, she loves it. She's ready for it!"

Beverly looked at him expectantly with adoration as his thrusts jiggled her head. "Yes? Yes? Yes?" she repeated softly, eyes fixed to his. Then "Yes!" as his huge thrust pressed her farther up the bed than ever before. All four people on the bed yelled out their simultaneous pleasure as Alan's body deposited globs of semen just where it would need to go to make him a daddy.

When they were done panting, Maria said reflectively, "That's really nice, but it's not quite as exciting any more. What can we do to make it even better?"

Beverly had a friend Michelle who Alan found especially sexy. He had never met her but had seen still pictures and video.

Alan had asked Beverly several times to get Michelle for him, but Michelle had a boyfriend and was true to him. Alan was unhappy that he wasn't getting his way, and he determined to fix that.

The "volume" of the mental transmission was something that could be adjusted. As a cure for depression, the volume was turned up fairly high, to jolt the depressed girl's mind. It also formed a bond to the doctor, and the volume needed to be turned down gradually. For recreational use he had used a lower setting. Now he turned up the volume on Beverly's halo and fucked her soundly for four days in a row, coming in her each time to create the bond he wanted.

"I wanted to speak with you, Beverly."

"Sure," she said.

"Every time I see you, I think of how much I want to do it with Michelle, and that is now getting to be an unpleasant reminder. If you can't convince Michelle to join us, I think I've seen enough of you."

"I've asked, over and over. She won't do it!"

"Well, then we're through."

"Just for that? It's not my fault!"

"Sorry," he said.

Beverly looked at him coldly. "Fine, OK," she said. "It's been fun."

"Bye, Beverly."

"Bye."

But two days later she got him on the phone.

"Alan," she pleaded. "I can't stand being without it. I've just got to get it from you!"

"Well, why don't you find a boy your own age to do it with you, or masturbate, perhaps?"

"I've tried," she said miserably. "I get orgasms easily enough, but none of them are good enough. I need you!"

"You can have me. Just bring me Michelle."

"But I can't..."

"I want Michelle."

"I hate you!"

"Goodbye, Beverly."

"Dr. Monroe?"

"Yes."

"I've got you Michelle."

"Wonderful! How'd you do it?"

"You promise not to tell?"

"Sure."

"And you promise you're going to do it to me?"

"As soon as Michelle comes in."

"I secretly got my friend Sasha to come on strong to Michelle's boyfriend and he slept with her. Then we made sure Michelle found out, and she broke up with him."

"Well, great!"

Michelle was every bit as luscious as Alan thought she would be. He fucked her over and over again. The other girls didn't mind, because Alan found her especially hot, and his pleasure from doing it to her was greater than when he did it to them. They were content to be present in supporting roles as long as they got to experience his orgasms -- secondhand but amplified.

It was easy enough to cure a girl of addiction. He simply turned down the volume again and let her have several "normal" sessions. So he cured Beverly of her addiction, and once cured she left again. He told her she was welcome to stay, but she was still resentful that he had pressured her into getting Michelle. With the addiction cured, it was just like any other fun thing in life that you stop doing. You miss it for a while and then move on.

Alan got Michelle addicted in case she decided to quit before he was through with her. She never knew it, though, because she was an enthusiastic participant and came back each day -- or twice a day -- for more.

Sometimes coaxed along by addiction withdrawal, his girls got him a steady fresh supply of beautiful, sexy young women. Mostly his girls were highly motivated to help anyway, since novelty meant that extra little thrill that they craved so much.

The breeze gently stirred the tops of the pine trees far above. Through the gaps in the pines Alan could look across the valley below to the higher mountains that receded in ridges, the most distant ones snow-capped. The sun shone on the field of spring flowers nearby. Butterflies traced their erratic patterns. It was very pleasant -- and it was novel.

The inflatable bed occupied a level spot under the pines. Maria and Stacy lay facing each other, on their sides, hips undulating, their little patches of pubic hair rubbing against each other. Anne and Nancy lay on their sides, top leg raised and finger thrusting in and out of their pussies. He had humped vigorously into each of those pussies not many minutes before, but he had a different home in mind for his sperm.

Lying flat on her back on the silk sheets was Rose, legs spread wide in eager anticipation as his cock plowed in and out of her urgently. He would have guessed she was 13 at most, but they all swore she was 16 years old. She was slender, her breasts small but shapely, her hips not too wide. Her big blue eyes were the most notable feature in her gorgeous face, her loose light brown hair below her halo spread every which way, some nearly hiding one breast. She was especially beautiful as her urgent expression begged for him to ejaculate deep inside her. And her hot, wet and tight pussy gave him the intimate sensation his cock craved. He lunged and spurted. All the girls squealed or moaned or shouted as his orgasm shook them.

Halos gave the most intense pleasure when transmitting sexual excitement, but they worked at other times too. Turning up the volume while receiving his orgasms was addictive, but turning it up at other times just made Alan's lesser pleasures also very rewarding.

Michelle had some skill as a cook and used it to his advantage. Wired up with her halo, she got to experience just how much Alan liked her cheese souffle, scallop gnocchi, or chocolate mousse.

The girls adored the pleasure Alan gave them, and they adored him as a person because their pleasure came from him in the most intimate sense imaginable -- straight from his mind. Girls were eager to serve him even when they weren't wearing halos. They vied for the pleasure of doing his laundry, cleaning his house, or serving him snacks whenever he wanted them. He got back rubs and massages. Four of the girls found they shared a talent for singing, and performed barbershop quartet music as well as more serious classical fare. Most of the girls performed these labors of love naked or scantily clad, as suited his whim.

Stacy sat with Alan, zooming through a slide show on the computer in search of anything that would add novelty to spice up Alan's sex life and give that little extra pleasure that the girls all craved so much. Stacy had on her halo to measure his reactions directly.

The picture of a girl of perhaps five years old came up. She was decent, but her legs were spread suggestively beneath her little dress. Alan quickly pushed the mouse button to move on and pushed it a few more times for good measure.

"What was that?" Stacy asked.

"Oh, just a passing reaction," Alan said.

"No, no, I don't think so. Let's go back."

Stacy reversed direction until the suggestive little girl picture came up. She studied his face as he looked.

"Why, you dirty old man!" said Stacy.

"Look, this is embarrassing," Alan said sheepishly. "I'm not really attracted to them, and we hardly want to be abusing little girls!"

"Oh, but Alan!" cooed Stacy, caressing his cheek. "You wouldn't deprive us of the excitement you'd feel, would you? I mean, we'd find a safe way to do it."

"What are all the other girls going to think?"

"The other girls will be terrifically excited, if this turns out to be as much of a turn-on as it seems for you."

Stacy took the lead on this new project. Their first step was to recruit Sally, mother of five-year-old Zoe, a girl that Alan found especially alluring. Sally had heard of the fantastic pleasure afforded when Dr. Monroe invited a girl to join him. She was a woman of 33, lucky to be tapped at that advanced age.

Alan ejaculated inside Sally for five days in a row with the volume turned up.

Sally's hunger showed in her eyes as she faced Alan.

"I really need it, Doctor! I'm going crazy for more. I masturbate over and over and over again, and I get orgasms but they're never good enough."

"I could arrange for you to have more from me. You are a sexy young woman, but as you may have heard, I crave novelty. And after five times you're not really new any more. But you could help me."

"How?" asked Sally eagerly.

"Your daughter, Zoe."

"Zoe! She's only five! She couldn't possibly ... Oh, that is disgusting!" she said, rising.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm not suggesting I have sex with her. She shouldn't even see me or any of the big girls naked. Here's what we have in mind. We've built a pair of rooms side by side. There's a king-sized bed against the common wall in each room. We'll have a one-way mirror between the rooms, so we can see her but she can't see us. We'll be nearly in the dark, while Zoe's room will be lit brightly."

Sally was listening.

"Then we give Zoe a halo. And then, alone in the room, she might try different things and if she finds things I find exciting, the halo will reward her."

"I don't know..."

"You certainly liked the halo. You'd like your daughter to feel that kind of pleasure, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, but now I feel like I'm addicted."

"We'll be sure to give her a milder dose so that doesn't happen to her. It will just be a really fun experience. She may want to do it repeatedly, but she'll adapt when it's over."

"I don't know..."

"If you think about it, you can join us all in an hour and wear a halo while I do it with a new girl."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Well, OK, I'll think about it. But for now my answer is no."

Zoe sat on the bed, legs crossed and white dress smoothed down. She looked fascinated and smiled as she got used to the sensations coming through her halo. But she just sat.

Alan and the girls watched through the window. Alan's arousal was steady, enough to fascinate Zoe but not enough to move him into full-blown sexuality.

Stacy made herself decent and went out into the corridor and from there into the other room. She whispered something in Zoe's ear and returned to the darker room with Alan and the other girls.