Chapter 245: Group Therapy

From the emails I read, the support group it working great.

After I had danced with everyone, at least twice, including guys, I got pulled over into a dark corner that had a Chaise lounge. It had a rubber sheet under the black soft cotton sheet on top. Now they want to show me how much my emails and words of support mean to them. They were going to blindfold me, tie my feet to a bar between legs of the chaise lounge, tie me to the back of the chair, put elbow-length hazardous material gloves on me and then strap my forearms down.

“Go with it. You have talked us out of ending our misery so many times. Even when you thought you were invisible, you were there to hold us and listen as we spilled out guts about what was up with us. I can’t remember how many times you kept me from killing myself by holding me tightly to you as I talked things out. I already owned you so much that I would do anything you ever chose to ask of me. Then you got Trudy involved. We thought we had lost her after we saw the pictures of the destroyed car. No one knew where she was, how she was doing, or if she was even alive. We expected to find our friend return to us, missing a leg, arm, both legs, turned in a quadriplegic pissing into a bag while using a straw to move around and communicate. Not only did she come home completely healed, but Trudy looked amazing. I would have sworn she looked like a little girl there for a while, but losing forty-plus pounds can do that to any of us. Relax and enjoy the special presents we will give you. Some will be the most special present we have to give to the only boy we think we can ever love, at least right now,” one of the lesbian girls told me.

Wow, she means it, not only convinced her brain to make her tell this to me.

I knew she was molested for years by her stepfather and stepbrothers. She managed to stay a virgin because she was a very late bloomer. Is she going to give me her virginity? She promised me it was mine in sixth grade whenever I wanted it.

As she was tying my forearms down, I asked her softly, “Are you sure you want to do it here in front of everyone? You have worked so hard to keep your hymen untouched for so long. We can go over to my house after the party to do it slowly. I can show you what I learned since sixth grade when you said it was mine.”

She never managed to get me tied down all the way. My shorts and boxer-briefs were off before someone got my legs shackled to the bar. The girl ripped my plain grey t-shirt off open and then moved off to strip while they blindfolded me and finished being tying me down.

It is good this corner is so dark that only I can see when not blindfolded. No one needs to know what each does with me.

The man-in-the-machine’s implant started trying to get my shield to let it communicate to me through my phone. I got a message from Molly to drink whatever anyone put up to my mouth. It would have straw to keep from making a mess. She had made me a special drink, that would taste like fruit punch, that was going to make sure my body not only had what I needed to replace, that I was going to be firing out and decrease how long it took me to cum to between five and ten minutes. I was leaving tomorrow to get set up to start my testing at once of the colleges.

The girl from before was trying to get my dick through her cherry. I didn’t need to see her face to hear her doing her best to handle the pain.

No matter how much it hurts her, she won’t move away until my dick pushes into her and she fucks me until I give her my creamy white goodness.

Molly’s drink did taste like fruit punch. It was more like fruit-punch flavored sludge. I thought it would be a regular-sized glass, but oh no. It had to be in a thirty-two-ounce or sixty-four-ounce insulated cup. I was causing it to make empty cup slurping sounds when I felt the girl on my dick slump down in defeat at not being able to get my dick through her cherry.

“This is why we have buddies to help us out,” a boy told her.

Help her, he did. I could feel the movement of her upper body as someone played with her tits. When she had pussy juice running down my dick again, someone was guiding rocking her hips. That had her cherry getting rolled against my dick. She said, sadly, that it wasn’t going to happen only to find my dick slammed up into her and bottomed out with only a bit left inside.

She was hugging someone that said, “Remember what I told you when I met you. Don’t give up when you have a buddy around, they will be there to help you out and you there to help them when they need it. Always have your buddy around. Now do what you have been wanting to do ever since you heard Crystal tell Annie, in primary school, how David was going to be the only man she let make love to her.”

That got the girl’s motor running. She had worked herself up to some hard orgasms before I told her it was about my turn. She must have watched my face because she jammed down on as much of my length that would fit inside her right as I started to cum. She reached down to rub her clit for the second or two she needed to get over the peak on climax mountain.

For the next hour, I have a mixture of sliding into very tight, wet pussies or getting blowjobs. No tight assholes, so the guys blew me if they did anything at all.

I heard the next girl get over next to me and start to strip. I knew right off who it was, Kirsten.

“Kirsten, I would tell you to put your shorts and panties back on before you climbed up into my lap, but we both know that it wouldn’t do a dang thing to prevent you from trying to get my dick inside you, again. I saw the pictures you sent me, including the one with a broom handle with inch marks on it. We both know that I will slide up into you easily, unlike the other times. All those times you climbed up into my bed naked, even when I was ignoring everyone, my parents never knew, and I had a dick that could slip into you easily, we weren’t compatible,” I told her. “That doesn’t mean we don’t care a lot for each other. I’ll make you a deal. If you slide your bun warmer over my dick and cover it with hot juices, then I’ll see if I can rise to the occasion. Before you try, grab Trudy for me. She made sure you got here after I did, so you could try to get my dick in you. Now she is going to pay.”

Trudy was over beside me when I asked, “Why did Kirsten come over, naked, and blushing heavily, to get me?”

“Why? Because you tried to sneak her onto my dick like she has been trying to do for three years now,” I told Trudy. “There is only one shampoo that doesn’t make her hair start to fall out, and it smells like cherries and oranges. She has a very distinctive smell to her pussy juice. You’re going to have to pay up, and I have demands. First, you are going to untie my hands and arms so I can hold Kirsten’s body to mine like we’ve done even when I didn’t even know I was doing it. Then you are going to bring over the seven cloth bags, with their names on them, over here to give them out. Afterward, you are going to turn down the music until I get them over here.”

As she was untying my arms and upper body from the chair, Trudy told Kirsten, “I told you he would know it was you after all the times you said you slept naked in his bed with him when he had no clue you were there. I don’t even have to ask his mom about it because I know her that well. David never knew his mom knew about Kirsten. I do know that she never worried at all about you two doing the nasty, even if you had a clue about sex back then.”

I, somehow, knew she had must have been close.

Kirsten pulled my limp sausage up between us as she pushed her naked body into mine. Her pussy was as cold as my dick was soft. She wasn’t going to change that using my dick. Though soon she would be getting what she wanted.

As soon as Trudy stopped the music, I yelled out, “Rob, Paul, Josh, Nan, Gail, Ashely. Get your butts over here right now and strip.”

There was a bit of whispering as the older kids here tried to figure out why I was angry and told three boys and three girls to get over to me, naked.

I told Trudy she could turn the music back on as I lifted the blindfold off my eyes.

“Kirsten, it isn’t polite to have your back turned to our guests as they strip. Turn around so they can see you naked too,” I told her.

She wasn’t very thrilled to be showing six strangers her growing breasts, lightly fuzzed peach and pink canoe, but she did it because she trusted me. I had my hands rubbing her sides, stomach, and hips.

I waited until all six of the newcomers had stripped. They were all trying to cover themselves from the others seeing. That wasn’t going to work for me.

“Hands at your sides, I will make Trudy kick you out wearing only your t-shirts if she lets you have them back,” I said as they let their arms drop away from their naked bodies.

The boy’s dicks had all grown a little bit since the last pictures they sent before spring break. While the girl’s tits were still pretty much the same size, the had bigger triangles of short curly pubes coming in now. Nan tried to hide them by being turning so they away from me and failed miserably. Paul failed just as badly. Both had been cutting again, this time inside their thighs where their legs came together.

“That stops right now, you two. Neither of you has the skills to be cutting yourselves. If your hand jerked, you would end up as boxed worm and cockroach food, not at this party, naked. You won’t want to do it anymore, and your six new combined best friends, lovers, brother, and sisters aren’t going to let you anyway,” I told them as I was running my fingers over the scabs between their legs. “When the next song starts playing, the seven of you are going to touch every inch of each other that you can reach with your bodies pushed together. I want you all to find what makes each other’s body tick. Before you even think boys touching boys or girls touching girls is gay, with you seven, it won’t ever be. You’ll see. Now go dance. After the next song ends, and whoever comes to sit with me next, we are going upstairs to call your parents. It is going to be a video call, but all we are going to wear are our shirts. You won’t be able to keep your hands off each other by then, and that will make it easier.”

The seven of them moved off to the far side of the room when the next song started to figure out how to squish their bodies together to dance as one. At first, the girls were trying to keep their tits from bumping into the other. Now the boys were having a harder time trying to figure out where to put their dicks. I went to undo my legs when a naked girl came over that I don’t remember meeting, receiving any emails, spoke to, or saw her in a picture. Three strokes of my dick had me rock hard. A bit of token resistance from the thin membrane blocking her pleasure passage, and she had me buried inside her. She sighed as she leaned back to pull my hands around her stomach with hers over top of mine.

“Hey, new neighbor,” the girl said as she watched the seven clueless kids. “We moved in during spring break, but you were never home. I was lonely and down, not kill my self down, just sad because I left all my friends. What a way to spend spring break, right? While bummed out, I heard a lot of giggling girls out by your pool. All of them were naked while playing in the pool with the babies. They promised that if I didn’t tell your parents, I could swim too, clothing-optional. It was the best time I have had in years. I got so brave I would run over to your house naked to go swim, but I always left by the time your parents got home. I thought I was dead meat when Trudy came over to tell Dolly, Nelly, Christy, and two of her friends to get their butts into at least a G-strings before your mom caught them. They told me that Molly didn’t care if your mom got mad at her. She would leave to swim naked in her pool at home. Did you know everyone in their family swims naked? It was a blast watching her brother trying to stay limp as Christy and her friends were showing him everything to get him excited. I hope you aren’t just going to have this be a one-time thing. The girls all told me that you were a nice guy, with a very long dick, that knew how to use it. That is good because it is only the fourth one I have ever seen in person. The others were your baby brother, Molly’s brother, and her dad.”

As she took a breath to say something else, I pinched her nipple and started sliding my middle finger from the top of her split, down over her clit until I touch my dick, and then back up. It was slow and gentle, but we had no sense of urgency. I could tell she liked it.

“Oh shit. My moms, yep two and their married, would kill me for being so rude. I know your name is David. I was so interested in having you be my first that I forgot to tell you my name. I’m Jess. I got things in the wrong order,” she said before taking in a long breath as I started rubbing my fingertips over her clit from right to left and back.

“Hey. No fair. That’s my line,” I joked.

She hadn’t cum but stopped my fingers. She pointed to the seven naked dancing kids. There were two girls and a guy over grabbing two kids each, pushing them together to face each other to make them dance that way. If it was a guy and girl, his dick pushed between her legs. If it was two boys, let their hard dicks go up between them. Two girls were adjusted a bit so that they each had a boob and leg between each other’s boobs and legs. With Jess still laid back against me with my dick in her hot cock pocket, they finally all got what I had told them. The seven of them were going to be inseparable

Jess decided her pussy was ready to fuck. She slipped off my dick, turned around, slotted me up, and watched as my dick magically disappeared into her fur-lined magic hat. She kept showing me how she could make my cock appear and then vanish in the blink of an eye before turning my hard dick into a limp hunk of meat covered in a shiny white glaze.

The song had already ended, so when I looked away from Jess’s well fucked, just deflowered pussy, I saw that the seven kids had gotten over their shyness and moved around to show everyone that they already have an intimate bond. Even after seeing Jess and I screw, not one of them were aroused. Once Jess pulled off my dick, I got mobbed by some other kids here that pulled a blanket over me. Someone held it tightly around me from behind as I had my dick, balls, and legs licked until there was no more magic juice anywhere. That started a round-robin sucking of my dick until I came. The seven kids had on t-shirts and were holding their cloth bags when I got a new t-shirt to replace my torn one.

In Trudy’s kitchen, I found a laptop setup connected to four webcams that captured the seven kids while I was on the laptop camera. I saw twelve people waiting for the video conference to start.

I clicked start to find the kid’s cameras had a button to turn them on, but it had a message to wait. There was a bit of a script on the screen that I used to start the conversation.

“Hello everyone,” I said from the script. “Some may have met me or saw me on the news recently. I’m sure you’ve all heard all about me. My name is David. The one that held your kids during the bad days, even when I thought I was invisible to everyone because I had shut them out, and who got them to tell you they needed help.”

My message caused a bit of a stir among them, so I clicked the blinking button that had the adults all face to face with each other. Then I turned on the kid’s cameras.

I waited until they all got quiet since Kirsten, Nan, and Paul had all just cum right before we came up here, I turned on their cameras. Rob and Gail were both showing that they both just crossing the finish line a few seconds late. I could see the parents talking to each other as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on since I had them muted to keep from scaring the kids.

I finally opened my mic to them and muted all theirs until I had their attention, and that they had calmed down.

When the parents were all waiting impatiently, I said, “You will be getting a second email that has all your contact information, including the cell phone numbers you only give to your boss and a few others, and the numbers for your child and your six new children. They all have brand new phones and three-years of pre-paid, unlimited data, text, and talk. You can’t do anything to block them from talking, video chatting, texting, or emailing each other. I doubt they will need to use their phones all that much because in just a few hours together today, the seven have already become inseparable. While your parents discuss how you will work through the logistics, I’m going to be showing them the contents of the bags each received.”