Therapeutic Orgasms as a cure for Insomnia Pt. I [M/F] (long) | 2016

More exploits from the house of Dannii and Debbie here and here.

Joanne, or Jo, was a friend of Dan and Deb's. I think she studied the same course as them or at least had subjects in common with them at Uni. Jo was pale skinned 5'4" with blue eyes, curly blonde hair and plenty of curves in all the right places. She also had a knack of getting involved with unavailable men which is the context in which this adventure happened.

I had been hanging out at Deb and Dan's place fairly often since we all liked each other and I'd get to fuck Dannii every now and then. Apart from that where they lived was close to where I played Rugby and it was convenient to hang there after classes until training (usually a Tuesday and Thursday night) and given that my course had no classes on a Friday I'd often go back there after Thursday night Rugby training to shower and change and we'd all go out on the town.

Jo was a frequent visitor and so was Deb's younger sister whose name I forget but will refer to as Rose because why not.

Rose was a taller dark haired version of Deb with bigger boobs (maybe a B cup) with a very pretty face, she was also there frequently as she was at the same Uni as the others but studying a different course.

So this particular night was a Thursday night and we'd all agreed (Dan, Deb, Jo, Rose and me) that we'd go out to town and paint it an attractive shade of crimson. We were going to get in about 9 which was perfect for me as Rugby training finished at 7.30 and that gave me time to get to their place shower change and get into town.

When I got to their place about 7.45ish they had started to get ready and Jo was yet to arrive. I jumped in the shower and then into Dan's room to get changed.

Not long after getting changed Jo arrived but she was a bucket of tears. Turns out that the guy she'd been seeing hadn't told his girlfriend that they weren't exclusive and that she had accepted his marriage proposal. Jo of course didn't know that she and he weren't exclusive and was most surprised and somewhat annoyed that she hadn't been the one proposed to even though they had only been dating for something like three months. The guy was a professional Rugby League player who was almost cracking it into the first string side in one of our city's National Rugby League teams and Jo thought he was as big a deal as he did.

It looked as though our night on the town was going up in flames or more accurately getting washed away in a torrent of tears.

Danii and Deb were sympathetic calling her now ex-boyfriend out for being all sorts of trash but Rose was somewhat less sympathetic saying Jo should have known he was a player (we found out later that Rose had told Jo he'd put a very nearly successful move on her). Rose it turned out was also pissed at the prospect of her night out going down the tubes because she had made plans to meet some guy at one of the places we intended to go and wanted the others there at least at the outset to be her wingmen.

Jo wasn't feeling the love and wasn't feeling like going out even if only to drown her sorrows. She just wanted to go home and crawl into bed but insisted that the rest of the girls go out. Dan and Deb were making noises about Jo staying in with them and getting some booze in instead of going out and Rose was getting more pissed off the longer that situation looked like becoming a reality.

I then suggested that -

(a) if Jo really wanted to go home she probably should have gone there instead of coming round and happening all over everyone's plans for a night out;

(b) she might want to reconsider that decision in favour of going out with people who actually loved her and try to have a good time in spite of the actions of her pindick ex; and

(c) if she still really wanted to go home I'd drive her there and catch up with the others later so Rose could have her wingmen.

After a little umm-ing and ah-ing option c was the one we went with. I then suggested that as I was driving I may as well drive them all into town and drop Jo on the way back before I came into town having dropped my car back at Dan and Debs where I was set up to spend the night.

So the girls finished getting ready and we all piled into my car and I drove the three going into town, turned around and headed for Jo's place which was only a couple of suburbs away from Dan and Deb's place.

As we drove towards her place we chatted and I made disparaging remarks about her ex's taste and sexual inadequacies trying to get a smile out of her.

She confessed that he was so consumed with training and making the first string side that he almost never had time for her and when he did he was usually so tired he was a bit of a flake in the sack.

I joked that that was the problem with aspiring professional athletes that their energies were expended at training and that they had nothing left for their women (especially if they were entertaining more than one woman) and besides that the roids he was probably on would have shriveled his balls and made him all smelly and aggressive as opposed to being a sensitive and considerate lover with nads the size of small grapefruit and the ability and commitment to go all night if the lady being entertained desired it. That got a laugh - a real genuine laugh. It was a mood changer.

Jo started to joke back saying "You're playing high level Rugby though. So you're saying you've got balls the size of raisins and can't satisfy a woman in bed?"

"Au contraire." I responded. "See your ex plays football as a job. That's his only job. I play Rugby for pleasure and it's not my job. Yes I play at a high level - not the highest level but close - so I can adjust my priorities accordingly. "

"See I was about to call you a liar because I've been told different about your talents and how you use them."

OK this just went in a direction I never expected it to go I thought to myself.

"Well..." I replied blushing "...if I know your source, and I suspect I do, let's just say I'm a team player. Wait! That sounds different when I say it than it did in my head. I mean it's not all my doing it's who I'm with at the time. Kinda sounded like I was a player or into the whole group thing there. Not the point I was trying to get across at all."

This brought another laugh from Jo. I felt like my awkwardness was relaxing her and the humour was taking her mind off the train wreck that what she thought was her relationship had become. But the levity the situation afforded was only temporary.

"I just feel so stupid!" She said with a catch in her voice.

"Hey you wanted to believe and he played you. That's not stupid, that's trusting and letting yourself follow your heart. Besides he's the one that's stupid. Look what he's just passed up." I said motioning with my left hand from her head to her lap as I drove along. "Still what can you really expect from someone whose sole focus is running into other blokes with a ball?"

No laughter this time but a smile.

"That's not very fair..." she said "...I mean that's what you do too and you seem to be able not to be a self absorbed asshole."

"I did say 'sole focus'. Besides, playing Rugby Union I do get to jam my head between two other blokes arses several times a game. Leaguies don't call us RaRa boys bum sniffers for nothing. Add to that the fact that Rugby is not my career but something I'm doing whilst training for my career and there's another significant point of difference.

See, he obviously doesn't have two brain cells to rub together whereas there's a good chance I might have three or even four."

That got a laugh.

"Thank you." She said.

"What for?"

"Taking the effort to try to cheer me up."

"Well... if you ask me you're worth the effort Joey."

She smiled and reached over and squeezed my forearm "Thank you."

Smiling with her eyes still glistening with tears of sadness and I like to think with tears of the laughter I had managed to force from her in spite of that sadness she said "I don't mean to mess you about but I think I would like to go out after all. How about we skip my place and I'll have a quick shower and get changed at Deb and Dan's when you drop your car and come back into town with you? It was the original plan anyway and my bag and clothes are in the boot."

"Good thinking 99." I said trying to pull off a Maxwell Smart voice.

We got to Dan and Deb's and Jo hit the shower and got changed and did a quick once over with make up doing her best to cover up red and puffy "crying eyes" as she termed them and we called a cab.

We got into town and tracked the others down by 10.30. They were delighted to see Jo out and determined to have a good time in spite of the shitty day she'd had.

About 12.30 though the drinking and the emotional day she had been through were taking a toll on Jo who, although she had started strong, was again teary and the decision was taken that we'd all make our way back to Dan and Deb's. We got in line at the cab rank and waited for our rides. Score! We got a Maxi-Taxi which meant we didn't need 2 cabs.

Jo wasn't incoherent by any stretch of the imagination but she was drunk and switching between upset and angry. Dan was trying to get her to be positive and remain empowered and I was proving a convenient object for her to lean against while they had their discussion on the cab ride home.

Jo was generalising her feelings of anger towards her ex towards all men now. "Why do men have to be such assholes?" She'd exclaim.

I would offer observations like "Look don't tar all men with the same brush. Your bloke is just young and dumb and selfish with very poor judgment and focused on the wrong things in his life but wants to have his cake and eat it too and his nuts are the size of sultanas and his dick will probably go on strike because of the decisions his head has made and he'll be no use to her much less to any other woman. In fact when he looks back on his life in years to come he'll probably look on this as the episode that drove him into the arms of other men or livestock or gerbils or something. Besides not all of us have such chronically poor judgment all of the time."

Jo looked at me and turned to Dan and said "He was like this driving me home. This is why I came out." and they both laughed.

We got to their place and all piled out of the minibus and started to sort out sleeping arrangements.

Dan and Jo were in her room, Deb and Rose in Deb's room and I dragged the cushions off the couch onto the lounge floor to give myself more room than sleeping on the couch.

I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly.

It was still dark when I was awoken by Dan cuddling up next to me. We were both clothed I wore a T-shirt and a pair of soft T-shirt material shorts and she was wearing a singlet top and a pair of boy leg briefs. As she cuddled up I reached down to squeeze her bum and said "Hello Miss how may I be of assistance?" as I did so.

Dan kissed my cheek. Just a peck. "You did a nice thing for Jo tonight." she said.

"I didn't really do anything." I replied.

"You made her laugh when she thought she couldn't and that's pretty special"

"How's she doing?"

"She's over the angry stupid feeling and into the sad lost feeling I think. She did get some sleep but she's finding it hard to stay asleep."

"She's in for a rough time." I said.

"She told me about your conversation on the way from town. I didn't meant to embarrass you."

"Embarrass me?"

"Yeah, well discuss personal things about you. You know 'your talents and how you use them'" and with that she gave me another kiss, this time on the lips.

"That wasn't embarrassing so much as it was flattering Dan." I replied. "Besides, like I said to her at the time it takes two to make it good." and I kissed her this time on the lips.

"Yes, she told me about that too." she replied smiling. "She said you told her you didn't want to appear to be into the whole group thing or a man-whore or anything."

"Yeah." I replied wondering where this was going. I wasn't against the whole group thing it just wasn't what I meant by what I said - but I didn't tell Dan this at the time. "So have you had much sleep?" I asked focusing back onto what I was interested in as I squeezed Dan's bum again.

"About as much as Jo." she replied. "I was wondering if you would mind going in to her and talking to her some more." she continued.

"Do you want me to take over from you looking after her?"

"Not exactly. We talked about what you were talking about and I told her you and I were not a thing as such so I was fine if she wanted to go there."

I was dumbstruck.

"She wants you. I'm not sure she knows what she wants you for but she trusts you and even if it's only to talk and hold her then so be it and if more then that's fine too."

I was still reeling from this revelation.

"Are you OK with that?" she said.

"Um. Err. Yes I guess." I stammered.

"Look. Our friend is hurting and she's asked me if I'd be OK if she slept with you to help with the hurt. I said fine and I've just asked you and you're hesitating? Don't you want to?" She was starting to sound pissed off.

"No, no, no. I mean yes I'm OK with it. More than OK. I'm just processing this and it's taking a little while." I replied.

"Well process while you walk." she said as she got up and took me by the hand and pulled me down the hallway towards her bedroom.

She opened the door and led me over to her bed where Jo was lying under the covers.

"Hey sweet." She said. "You OK?"

Jo nodded.

"We've had a chat and it's all cool." said Dan as she sat down on the bed next to her and guided me down to sit along side.

"Hey chook. Rough night?" I said trying to not be the statue in the room.

She smiled.

Dan leaned over and gave Jo a hug and then got up and said "I'll just leave you two to talk - or whatever." and left the room giving me a squeeze on the shoulder as she turned to walk out the door.

I reached over and took Jo's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Not sleeping eh?"

She shook her head.

"Playing shit out in your head?"

"Yep"

I shuffled up to sit up next to her as she lay propped up against the headboard of the bed. She leaned against me her head against the side of my shoulder.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really." she replied.

I continued to give her hand an occasional squeeze as she lay leaned up against my arm as we sat in silence for what seemed like ages but probably wasn't. Finally she pulled my hand out to the side to make room for her to cuddle in against the side of my chest and she leaned in as I scooted my bum down the bed to be in amore lying position and I started to tickle her back running my fingers loosely and slowly up and down her back over the top of the one piece body suit she had worn out that night.

The awkwardness was starting to subside as Jo lay on me and made cat like stretching movements with her body as I tickled her back to try to get her to relax enough to get to sleep. I was acutely aware of just how vulnerable she must have been feeling just at that moment and what trust she must have in me to seek comfort from me. I was determined not to do something stupid like make an obvious move on her. This was a bus she was going to have to drive.

My attempts to calm her were not working as she started talking about how stupid and cheated she felt.

I kept stroking her back and talked through it with her making observations like:

"Of course you feel cheated. He's cheated on you with your emotions and your affections. You should be furious but not at yourself but at him. Don't be angry at you. All you did was trust someone who gave you no reason not to trust them. That's perfectly normal and understandable. You need to be kind to you right now."

"Being angry at yourself is just compounding the hurt. It's like taking poison and hoping he dies. What you should be doing is being awesome to yourself right now because you deserve awesome even if it’s just you being awesome to you."

"I just want to smash his stupid smug fucking face in." she snorted. The angry was better in a way than the piteous.

"I know, I know. But what good will that do? All that means is your just going to get shit on your hand." I said.

"It'll feel good though."

"Nah, you know what'll feel better. In a few years time when you're even hotter and more accomplished than you are now he'll be a broken down once aspiring footballer with busted knees and a bent nose with a cauliflower ear and face that looks like someone trod on a dropped pie and he'll bump into you somewhere for some reason and say -

'Hey Jo. How you doing? Long time no see.'

and he'll want to 'catch up' and be all pal-ly and you'll just go

'sorry do I know you?'

and float on by in a cloud of awesome and he'll stand there with his jaw on the ground because, you know - you! - and he'll think to himself

'Wow! How badly did I fuck my life.'

and you'll be all 'my life is awesome I'm so glad I didn't stay with someone who so did not deserve me.' That's what'll feel better.

And then you know he'll be going home to an empty flat and dosing up on pain killers to get to sleep and he'll have no money because he'll be paying child support for the kids the bitch he's with now tells him are his but are really someone else’s because that's what cheaters get they get cheated on. And then she'll have left him because his steroid shrivelled testicles and bitch tits revolt her and he can't get it up anyway because little does he know that ditching you started him down the path to man-love and gerbil play.

Darling, revenge is a dish best served cold and success is the best kind of revenge so don't go thinking about smacking him in the mouth for what he's done, let life do that for you."

she was laughing by the time I had finished my little rant.

"You're awesome." she said.

"I know..." I replied "...now I really think it would be a good idea if you tried to get some sleep."

"I know." she replied. "But I can't."

"Still sad? My God girl I've used some of my best material here. You don't seem sad I mean you are smiling."

"No not sad. Not just now. I'm feeling very lucky to have people like Dan and Deb and you in my corner."

"Hey, you know we love you." and I kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah I know. I feel so bad with my shitty love life blowing up all over everyone tonight"

"The fuck? Don't feel bad. We're your friends and we are here for you and if we're not here for you when your shitty love life blows up then how can we be called your friends?"

"No, no. You're right." She said. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Snapping me out of it."

"It's my special talent - seeing the funny side of shitty situations."

"Well the way I heard it you have other special talents." she said.

"About that" I replied. "Dan told me you said you wanted to sleep with me to help with the pain."

She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"That's cool and I'm happy to sleep here if you can stand the snoring."

She playfully slapped my chest "Yeah that's not what I was thinking of while we were having the conversation. I just was having such a bad time getting and staying asleep that I thought sex would get me to a place where I could sleep and, well, we talked about it and Dan was cool if we were to do it and I trust you and I really don't want to be getting into anything on the rebound with anyone so I thought you would be the perfect candidate to provide me with a sleeping potion. Besides, I've heard good things about your brand of sleeping potion."

I laughed this time "Well if you put it that way it doesn't seem like I'm the scumbag guy taking advantage of the vulnerable and emotional girl I'm more like a dispenser of therapeutic orgasms."

She slapped me again harder this time. "First, I hate being referred to as a girl. Second, you're no scumbag. Third, I know you're no doctor but therapeutic orgasms sound like just about what I need right now."

She leaned up and kissed me.

It was nice. That was the problem. Nice.

I didn't want to let one nice kiss ruin things by making her feel rejected or force the issue by going on with something that didn't feel right. Nice was good but it didn't feel right.

I looked at her and stroked her face cradling it in my hand. (At 6'5" her face fitted in my hand quite comfortably) I said to her "Are you sure about this?"

"No. But I want it and I am sure about that."

I leaned into her and kissed her next to her ear and then again lower on her neck. She smelled good.

She ran her fingers through my hair and across my shoulders as I slowly and gently kissed her neck down to her collar bone and then to the neckline of her body suit. I trailed soft kisses up her neck towards her mouth again and kissed her lips. Much better. We were cooking with gas and leaving "nice" in the dust.

I stopped kissing her and said "Don't get me wrong, I am loving this but if you want to stop at any time for any reason just let me know and I'll be completely fine with that. I just want to put that on the table before we go any further."

She looked at me and smiled and said "For a second there I thought you wanted me to choose a safe word." and then she kissed me hard on the lips again and our tongues began to dance as Jo turned to throw her leg over my body so she could be face to face as we kissed.

"Only if you think we need one." I replied only half-jokingly.

My hands had gone from tickling her back to firmly running up and down her sides down to her bum and cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks as we kissed. She was holding my face in her hands as she kissed me.

My hands went down to her bum again and found the line of snaps that fastened her body suit I unsnapped them and she bit my lip not hard but not gently either.

She was wearing panties under her body suit and I ran my hand up over them and onto the bare skin of her back. She straightened up and pulled her arms out of the body suit pushing it off her breasts and down to her waist. It was one of those garments with an inbuilt bra and her breasts jiggled free as they were released from their confines. She had lovely C Cups that sat high up on her chest. They were beautiful and pale and looked like they hadn't seen the sun in their lives and her aureola were pale too just a lovely pale pink crowned with stiff little nipples just a shade or two darker. I kissed my way down her chest to her lovely tits and took a nipple between my lips and teased at it with my tongue. She almost purred.

She scooted down to straddle my crotch, my cock had started to become hard, not yet tenting in my shorts but not far off, and she pulled my up so that she could remove my T-Shirt pulling it up over my head and tossing it aside. She leaned forward hugging me hard and crushing her breasts against my chest. I sat there running my hands over her back and shoulders down to the bunched body suit at her waist. She straightened her legs behind her lying on top of me now forcing my body to recline as she pushed the body suit down over her hips and over her bum to remove it along with her panties tossing them aside to join my shirt. She then kissed my chest and bit a nipple as she dragged my shorts down and tossed them aside.

My cock had sprung to life and was poling upright as she made her way back up towards my face giving the head of my cock a cheeky lick on the way up and trailing her tits over my thighs and then my cock in turn as she lay back on top of me as I was now lying down on Dan's bed. She kissed me again. She felt good pressed up against me her breasts crushed between our bodies pressing against my chest as she ran her hands over my shoulders through my hair as we kissed.

I ran my hands down her body now unobstructed by clothing giving her bum a squeeze.

"This is GOOD" she said.

I kissed her. I still had reservations about what we were doing but I was committed to it now and my cock was definitely committed and standing at attention. She slipped one of her legs between mine and ground on my cock with her thigh. I could feel her smile on my lips as she whispered "there we are."

She reached over to the night stand and retrieved a condom "We're definitely going to need one of these." she said placing it on the bed in preparation.

She slid down my body again and kissed my now rock hard cock and moved down to kiss my balls. "Not exactly small grapefruit." she said. "But not raisins either." She took one into her mouth and sucked on it. I propped up on my elbows and stroked the back of her head and down her back a little way. She looked up and I motioned her to turn around which she did.

She threw her leg over my chest and straddled me so that she could still access my cock and my balls with her mouth. Her pussy was shaved except for a small tuft of dirty blonde hair sitting above her hooded clit. She was already wet with a sheen visible on her naked outer lips and her coral pink labia forming a line between her plump, pale outer lips. Her scent was intoxicating. She must have heard me inhale her scent because she looked back over her shoulder as if to say "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I dragged my index finger and middle finger down either side of the seam formed by her inner lips - not too hard. She bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come.

I repeated the stroke a little harder and again this time dragging my index and ring fingers down each outer lip as my middle finger trailed slightly behind lightly teasing and brushing her inner lips where they were peeking through. She was grinning now.

I leaned forward and kissed her pussy depositing soft gentle kisses on each of her outer lips and giving her a playful bite on the inner part of her thigh before kissing her taint and probing the opening to her pussy with the tip of my tongue - just the tip. I looked up. She had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

I moved my hand down her body and squeezed her breast as I teased the entrance to her pussy which looked like the moist eye of a pink needle. With my other hand I massaged her bum cheek as she smiled and squirmed.

I was deliberately avoiding her clit working my way around her inner lips now with my tongue and letting it dip into the opening of her pussy like into a honey pot (so cliché) as I circled back to there.

I pushed my middle finger into her pussy. She was hot and oh so very wet and tight. With her lying face down along my body my hand was hooked up from underneath her and I was able to massage her G-Spot whilst applying indirect pressure to her clit with the palm of my hand which was resting against her little tuft of pubic hair. I started tracing circles against the rough flesh of her G-Spot with the pad of my middle finger eliciting deep groans of appreciation.

Her pussy was really wet now and there was an occasional drip onto my chest as the wetness ran across my hand. She started to rock back onto my finger and then forward.

I reminded myself that this was all about her.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

"God yes!" she replied.

"Do you want this?" I asked.

"Stop asking questions and fuck me" was her reply. "Actually, no. I'm going to fuck you." she said and with that she gave my cock a couple of strokes with her hand and got off me, retrieved the condom form the bed and rolled it on before straddling me and lowering herself onto my cock.

She sank down onto it pausing briefly about half way to adjust to it and then started to ride me slowly and rhythmically.

Within a couple of minutes her body was shaking with a violent orgasm as her hips bucked and she let out a throaty breath. She rode through that one and onto the next which came on in just a few seconds. She was breathing hard and her hips were bucking back and forth seemingly uncontrollably. I sat up to hold her closer and she locked her ankles behind my back as we sat there with my cock inside her as I kissed her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Are you OK?" I asked her.

"I am so OK it's ridiculous." she replied "I have no idea why I'm crying." she added.

"I've got a pretty good idea" I responded

She kissed me hard on the mouth and held me tight.

"We should stop" I suggested.

"Fuck me more" she replied.

I pulled out of her and motioned her to the edge of the bed.

She got on her knees and elbows and arched her back so her pussy was pushed back towards me and I slid my cock home in one smooth stroke.

I established a rhythm. Not too fast but purposeful and one where I could pull almost all the way out and drive all the way back in without risking fallout.

I fucked her like that for a good few minutes and she came two or three more times before I finally belw my load into the condom.

She lay back on the bed sheened in sweat her body glistening with it and she giggled as little aftershocks of orgasm gripped her as she came down.

She cuddled up to me again - we were both naked and we fell asleep in what felt like no time.

When I woke she was still asleep and looking peaceful and quite lovely her arm draped across me and her head on my shoulder.

I resolved to remain there until she woke up which turned out to be in only a few minutes after I roused.

Her eyelids fluttered but didn't open and she smiled and said "Best sleeping potion ever."

I ended up driving Jo home later that morning.

There were ripples that resulted from that night and that will be the subject of further accounts.

As always constructive criticism and comments are encouraged.