Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 07

My Dad absolutely loved this guy so I couldn't say anything to either him or Mom. I think Mom knew anyhow but just said to 'be careful' around him. Which I had been. But that was then and this was now and now was a crisis and I'm like 'Do I have the guts?' Or 'the balls' as Cindy would say but I don't really get that cause I'm totally fine with being a girl even if it is a crisis.

I'm really not a slut, no matter what you might think. And no I don't mean what you, John and Janice (and Kim too if she takes a peek), think. I mean if some other people see this like it goes into one of those books people publish for science where they XXX out all the names but leave all the rest of the words. And then someone thought that, that I was a slut? Cause it's not true.

And then I figured John had complimented me as being a 'worker' which I think just means tries hard. And I knew that Kim was right that they both appreciated creativity, which was one of the major themes of Janice's paper on blowjobs to begin with. And then I was like 'Go for it." Even though I knew there was this other problem that Mrs. Williamson was like 8 months pregnant and he probably couldn't do it anyhow just cause of that. I found the Williamson number in the book Mom leaves by the phone cause cell phones confuse her. So I figured I should go for it and just try. Which I did.

"Hello." Sounded gruff. Sounded like he had just woken up and it was 10:22 already.

Then I heard this click and then another voice, a female voice this time, which was probably Mrs. Williamson, also say "Hello" and then I heard him yell out "I got it" and then one more click.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hi Mr. Williamson. It's Caitie." No response. "Caitie Desjardin. You know? Bill's daughter?"

"Caitie? Oh Caitie. Yeah Catie. Hi sweetie." I heard the sound of a door slam over the phone. His voice brightened considerably. "What can I do for you darling? Everything ok with the old man, with you?"

"Oh yeah. Things are fine it's just...well like I had nothing much to do today and..."

"Wish that was my problem" he said with a really friendly laugh.

"Well ...it's just...I was thinking it'd be cool to go swimming today...like from a boat or something...and like I just remembered...that you had one...a boat that is...and that you had said one time..."

"Swimming today? With me? On my boat? Well isn't that an interesting wake up call." So he had been asleep. I was lucky he picked up I guess.

"Yeah I just figured if you were around and didn't have anything to do it might be like fun?"

"Oh. I bet it would be. I just know it would. But tell me. Who else would be on this little cruise of ours?"

"Well no one see I told you I didn't have anyone to hang around with today and I was just..."

"So just us two?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting. Very. Where are your Mom and Dad?"

"Oh away for the day at some park with Samantha, which I totally did not want to join them." I wondered if I should tell him they'd be away overnight too but then I figured one step at a time.

He paused then and I figured he was trying to figure this out. Obviously I couldn't tell him the whole story. Plus he might have been kinda insulted and that was the last thing I wanted to do. So I waited.

"This idea. The swimming. It just come to you or you been thinking about it for a while?"

"Oh, a while I guess." Which was kinda true but not exactly in the way I knew he meant.

"Interesting...very." There was some static on the line and I couldn't make out what he was saying. And then "Listen. You still there?"

"Oh yeah, I'm here."

"Listen. I've gotta move some things around. I'll call you back in 10. OK? Can I call you on this line? Is this your cell or something? ...It is? Good. Be right back to you."

"Oh yeah like I said no one is around and I just..." But the phone had gone dead.

Oh-my-God I thought I was going to pass out. I didn't realize till he hung up that I had sort of been holding my breath the entire length of the call. Course I'd never made a call like that one before and it was kinda scary. Especially when Mrs. W. almost caught us. But I'd done it. Guess I did have the guts after all. I'd have something creative to report even if (cause I figured that would happen) he called back to say he couldn't go.

Then he called back in like 5 minutes and said "Pick you up in 10" and clicked off fast again.

So I rushed around and found a nice bikini, the white one with these skinny vertical blue pin stripes on the bra and wider horizontal green ones on the bottom and Cin had always told me I looked pretty hot in it, and some sun protection spray and my little yellow beach dress which is see through but you have the bikini on underneath anyhow so it doesn't come off looking slutty and I wanted to make us a lunch or something to bring but then I heard the beeping in my driveway and looked out and he was already here.

Not much got said on the way to the dock. He asked me if I was good. I was. I asked if he was good. He was. I asked if his wife was excited about the baby. She was. He asked if my Dad and Mom were good. They were.

He was still pretty silent as we pushed out of the bay, him steering, me staring. Cause I never realized how nice an ass a guy can have at his age but I gotta say his really was nice. Really shaped and strong and powerful looking and it gave me shivers to just think of him and his wife making love and how he must really be able to thrust hard and such. Really nice strong legs too. He looked sort of very fit all over in the way men can at that age. But we still weren't saying much.

I asked him where we were going and all he said was "3 miles out."

"Why 3?"

"Cause you're not 18."

Which hurt because he missed it but his wife had actually been at my 18th birthday party and she gave me a gift and everything, which was just like a single tea cup and saucer, but I guess pretty expensive, and she said I should start a collection for when I had my own husband and my own family and I'd appreciate having nice things like this. Which is probably true. But still it was like 1 tea cup. Anyhow he should have known.

So I told him "I turned 18. Two weeks ago. And besides isn't it 12 miles?"

"Isn't what 12 miles?"

"The legal boundary. You said 3. But in Ms. Simpson's law class we learned that it used to be 3 but now it was 12 miles or maybe even a little more cause they count the miles funny till you got outside of the technical U.S. territory." And I was proud I knew this stuff more than he did, cause he was this sort of important guy in Dad's company, and I was supposedly a dumb girl just barely out of high school.

"Well 3 is plenty. No one around there anyhow." He paused and really looked me over for the first time.

"Whyn't you lose that little yellow thingy and get some sun? And you're really 18?" I nodded as I took it off. The sun and slat air felt wonderful on my skin. "Hells bells. Yeah 3 is plenty." And he looked kind of excited but also in a way kind of disappointed in me then for actually being 18.

We parked the boat out there and he was right, no one was around anywhere. The boat was rocking but very gently and the sun was pretty hot. So he asked did I want a beer or a soft drink or anything and I took the soft drink and he had a beer. I was wondering whether I ought to tell him something, maybe not everything but something, about the homework cause otherwise he'd just think I was slut. But I couldn't think of any way to say it that would not also make me look like a slut. So I let it go. Let him take the lead. Men like to anyway, and he was a pretty manly guy.

He had worn just ratty cutoff jeans and some old shirt but men can totally get away with that. When he pulled off his shirt I could see that he was really dark tanned and that his chest hair had a lot of gray in it which was odd cause the hair on his head was still very dark all around. He said come here and I did and he put his arm around me and said "So you wanna have some fun after all?" and then he was just like playing with my suit's bra straps, kind of putting his thumb under and letting it snap back a few times. Then he'd edge the strap a bit farther towards my shoulder. But I didn't answer so he just asked the same thing again and then he threw a seat cushion thingy down by my feet. After that he undid the clasp of the bikini bra and my tits were out and I figured this was as good a time as any and I sank to my knees on the cushion and I undid his cutoff jeans and out pops a very nice looking cock which actually looked just like Mr. Whitey so I went to work. And he said "Ahhh. Good girl. Knew you would."

I was really careful to try to do everything I'd been learning from John and from Whitey (and Blacky, but Mr. Williamson wasn't that big) and from Janice's article or book or whatever and I think I did it pretty good too. I was conscious of really working hard at making love to his cock and balls, with my mouth, lips, throat, eyes, hands, you name it. I made sure to vary my stroke and depth best I could. My eyes were up to make sure I followed his lead but his were closed anyhow and he had both hands gently cupping my head as I sucked. And I was doing something right cause he said about 3 times 'Oooh, you're a nice little cocksucker' and once 'nice and deep, nice and deep, good girl' and another time he asked 'you love my cock, baby?' and I was able to nod without missing a stroke and then, finally, 'take it now sweetie" and he shot like a gallon of his sperm right in me and said "every drop slut" and I know technically it's called 'semen' but it sounds hotter to think of his cum as sperm so I did. And I did get to swallow, at least some. But there was like so much that I know a lot came out and dribbled on my chin and such. Still, most of it.

I wasn't too upset about him calling me 'cocksucker' and 'slut' and such cause I think that's just the way some guys are. I mean Julian doesn't. He's pretty quiet except for some moans when we make love. But Barbara Freiling says her boyfriend Ed calls her every name in the book when they make love and she kind of likes and it and makes it hotter for her. The fact that I liked it too is probably because I am pretty submissive.

When he was done with my mouth I was still on my knees and he was breathing really hard and I wondered if he had a heart attack or something would I be able to drive the boat back which I doubted and he had his one hand just resting on my head and the other hand still had a grip of a bunch of my hair and his big wet cock was hanging right in front of my face and I do admit it was getting a little uncomfortable. Knees I mean. Still I knew it was right to just rest that way.

Finally he moved away to grab his beer and I was able to get up and wipe my chin and I wondered if I wiped it off with my hands was I supposed to lick it up? I didn't know the answer. I don't remember it being in Janice's book. But I figured the answer was probably yes so I did. Which, I gotta say, he watched me do it and absolutely loved it. He gave me another "Good girl!" and then I took a few sips of the soda, which he didn't seem to mind at all.

I turned back to him and he was staring at me now all serious looking, not like he was looking at me before I blew him.

"You are one hot little cocksucker, Catie. You know that?"

I nodded although I wasn't really sure I deserved the praise. I mean he had always been a horn-dog so it was easy to make him cum like that. Plus I figured with his wife's condition he probably wasn't getting much sex at home although if you think about it there was no reason she couldn't still blow him. Like I had. Still it was polite to nod which is what I did even though I still wanted to be pretty modest.

"How come you been a little cock tease all these years? Parading those little tits around, that ass? Just waiting till you were 18 huh? For the record I would have let you blow me when you were 15. Always a way to figure these things out. Still you teasing around and probably jiggling your little joy buzzer at night waiting for me? Pretty hot."

See even guys, even older guys, can get a little carried away once in a while. I felt a little guilty that maybe I was misleading him, which would be totally unfair to him. But what could I have said anyhow?

He had come over and was playing with my breasts when he said it and then "Know what'd make it even hotter? Pierce your tongue."

I was like "I don't know" because obviously I'd need to check with John before taking a drastic step like that. Not to mention how I'd explain that one to Dad. Still I appreciated the feedback and I wondered if it would help me with Julian too.

But it seemed like he didn't even care if I was listening cause then his hands slipped inside the bikini panties and he found my shaved slit and was like "Holy Mother of God, you shave your cunt?" and I didn't really know what to say but in the end I didn't have to answer cause his phone went off like boom and I was like how can you get reception way out here and he was like 'Don't move, Caitie, be right back.'

He went into the cabin but just for a minute. When he came out he looked totally different. Now he looked angry and disappointed and excited and happy all at the same time. Is everyone able to do that stuff except me? But he said we were going back in and I'm like, well inside anyway, noooooo that was only 1. But it turned out the call was from some neighbor of his and his wife had just gone into premature labor and now he said we had to go back so he could rush over to the hospital and take care of her. So I was like whatever. But I felt bad about what I'd thought about the tea cup and her not giving him enough sex.

It still took us quite a while to get back in. He didn't say much, seem distracted. And I didn't know what to say either. So I went up to the front deck o get some sun - topless still, which is nice cause I don't get to do it much with Dad around the pool. And then Mr. Williamson said to me 'Come on up here and I'll teach you how to drive her' which I did but was just a way of him getting to cup my ass and tits a lot while I tried to steer the boat and I could feel he was getting hard but then we were close into the harbor so he had to take over the driving and he had to remind me 'Hey, kiddo, put that bra back on now, there's children about' which of course I did. But he was still hard and then when he got the boat moored (is it 'moored'?) he was still hard I could see and he took me into the cabin cause there were all these other boats around and people talking and laughing and some music playing and he was like 'Can call the water taxi in 10 minutes, 10 won't matter' and I dropped to my knees thinking well at least it will get half done but then he said 'No way know already what that cute mouth feels like. It's shaved pussy time now sugar.'

And I tried to stop him then not like it was rape or anything hell the whole trip had been my idea but for good reasons anyhow I tried to stay down and convince him that I'd give him and even better blowjob but then he lifted me like straight up like I weighed nothing and kind of duck walked me over to this little bed but he didn't put me on the bed instead he got me facing it and bent me over so just my hands were on it and then I felt him strip off the bikini bottoms and he was spreading my feet and my bum and pussy were up and exposed and he stroked my slit twice from behind then he was inside me even though I wasn't totally wet there yet and while he was fucking me he asked if I was on protection and I said yeah thank God I was and he said 'Good woulda cum in your mouth if you weren't' which I thought was pretty gentlemanly of him and I didn't mind, I mean that he didn't use my mouth then, cause that wouldn't have counted as a blowjob anyway even if it would have been good practice swallowing. Remember I said I bet he could thrust really hard well I was right and I gotta say he fucked harder than Julian ever did with his strong hands cupping my tits so tight and he didn't last long just like 5, 6, 7, 8 but of course he was in a hurry to get to the hospital and I could feel his body tense and he was cumming in me. But I didn't blame him, no one bit.

After that he called the water taxi and when we got to the dock he gave me $20 for a cab and then took off in his car for the hospital. I barely had time to congratulate him and to wish him and the baby and his wife well. He said as he got in his car that I should think about the piercing and that he would call me and I guess I think he really will.

So that was it. There was no one else I could remotely think of to call. No more blowjobs.

Bottom line: 1 blowjob, but, and I think he'd agree, a pretty good one.

Also noted in the captain's log: 1 sea voyage, and, hey, it sure does get salty out there.

Practice Mr. Whitey: There's a lot less to say about Mr. Whitey. He's this pretty cool fake rubber cock that Janice gave me before I left the other night. He's about 7 inches and just moderately thick, probably like Julian come to think of it but smaller than Mr. Williamson was. I say it's pretty cool cause it had this suction cup on the end kind of under where the semi-realistic but pretty balls are and so it can attach to furniture in my bedroom or even to the shower wall so I can practice almost anywhere private. Janice had told me to combine use of Mr. Whitey with use of a banana, the banana being better for gentle blowjobs where the girl is doing most of the work and its delicate and fine and Mr. Whitey, like Mr. Blacky before him, better for simulating the kind of blowjob where the guy is sort of fucking your mouth just like it's a cunt. I was supposed to do it at least an hour a day.

I'm happy to say I did more than the required amount of practice, probably more like 90 minutes each on Friday through Monday nights. Course I'd only had the Friday session and my shower Saturday morning before I went out with Mr. Williamson, so it's hard to say based on real experience, but I do think it helped quite a bit.

One thing I discovered in my bedroom was that it's easier to take the cock deep in my throat if I'm lying across the bed and hanging my neck over the side. Discovered that on my own even before I read about it in Janice's book.

Another thing I discovered is that it helps to do the sessions, even the ones with the banana, in the nude. The first night I was all cozy in some flannel pjs and it just didn't seem as sexy. Then I remembered my session with John and how he had me get naked before I worked with Mr. Blacky so from then on I got nude for my sessions. Definitely helped my performance. Not inspirational like having John watch me work at it but still much hotter than with pjs on.

I remember that John had said my pussy was really responsive, getting wet, opening up and such, when I did Mr. Blacky, so I tried lying across the bed pointed at the dressing mirror on my bathroom door to see for myself. The problem was that I had to crane my neck in an uncomfortable position and wasn't really able to perform well. So I had to give that up.

The final big thing I learned is that it's really fun to practice in the shower but if you do then you better not have a Mom or Dad who will start shouting at you 20 minutes into the shower to get the hell out of the shower. That's not cool. Course to be fair they didn't understand why I was in there so long to begin with. Still.

With Mr. Whitey in the shower I could do 3 things that were good. Practice on him. Check my breasts for T-nodes, cause I was convinced I'd figure out how to check for them just like John and Janice could if I could only practice enough. And finally check my pussy to see if it was time to top off the shave job with a wax job. I now had waxing free of charge thanks to Julian's nice graduation gift. And it turned out it was time to wax. Anyhow the time added up with all this not to mention plain washing, shaving my legs and armpits and doing my hair right and eventually they'd start yelling.