An accident left him with impotence problems, but he found a therapist who made his recovery a lot of fun.

Several years ago I was involved in a serious car crash, in which my pelvis and femur were broken in several places. However, after a long stint in the hospital and some months of physical therapy, I came back as good as new, except for one rather significant problem: although all my parts were present and undamaged, I was unable to get an erection. Apparently the mental process that connected the brain in my head with the nerves in my penis had somehow been interrupted, and try as I might, the two of them were just not talking to each other.

After about a year or so of very frustrating experiences, my doctor suggested that I visit another physician who specialized in sexual problems. So I called the doctor he recommended and made an appointment.

I was surprised when I got there to find that the doctor was an attractive, redheaded female in her mid-40s — my own age at the time. We discussed my problem, and she examined me, spending at least half an hour stroking my flaccid penis and caressing my testicles, first with gloved hands, and finally with ungloved but lubricated fingers, all to no avail. I wanted in the worst way to get a woody and spray the room, but the fucking thing just lay there in her palm, regardless of how she stroked it and shook it. She finished the exam by slipping two greased fingers up my rectum and massaging my prostate, bringing a slow, oozing stream of semen from the tip of my soft hanging dick, which, while less than exciting, at least removed some of the pent-up pressure I had been feeling.

After a week of practicing some home therapy she had given me, consisting mostly of watching porn and attempting to choke the chicken, which I had been doing for the past year anyway, I returned for my second session. We went through much the same procedure, with the doctor stroking my member and trying to get me to think sexy thoughts. I had been thinking of little else for some time, but none of them seemed to affect the flaccid penis that lay in her hand. We were still getting nowhere when she asked if I would mind if her assistant came in to observe. I readily agreed, feeling that after all, nothing could make the situation worse. The doctor pushed a buzzer, and shortly afterward a young, stunning woman in her early 20s entered the room.

She was about five feet eight, tall for an Asian (I later found out she was born in Calcutta) and looked very confident in her stride. Her jet-black hair hung past her shoulders, her face was truly beautiful, and while she was not chubby, she had a firm, athletic look about her. She looked fabulous standing there in her scrubs, while I sat there naked from the waist down, with my oil-covered, unworkable dick resting in her mentor’s hand.

The doctor explained to her what had happened to me, and asked her to take a look at my penis. She then introduced me to the girl, whose name turned out to be Rani. I offered my hand, but Rani reached out and took hold of my prick instead, squeezing it gently. At any time before my accident it would have jumped to life, but now the damn thing just lay there,

“Oh, this is sad,” Rani said, “And such a pretty one it is too!”

The doctor then surprised the hell out of me by saying, “Why don’t you take off your scrubs, Rani, and see if a little visual stimulation might help.”

Without hesitation, Rani then slipped off her blue scrub pants and loose top, and stood before us in a lacy black bra and matching French-cut panties. Again, a sight that would have brought me to attention a year or so before, but now not a muscle moved, and I felt nothing in my groin.

Although she had already touched me with her naked hand, Rani now proceeded to put on plastic gloves and oil them up with some warm lubricant. She then stood between my splayed knees while she stroked my pecker and massaged my balls. I was sitting up on the edge of the table, my face very close to hers, while she smiled at me in the friendliest manner. I couldn’t help looking down at her rather large bosom, squeezed into that pretty brassiere. I could smell the essence of sandalwood that wafted from her perfect body.

She hummed softly as she played with my oily sausage, occasionally interrupting herself to whisper words of encouragement, saying things like, “We are going to get this beautiful cock hard so you can make beautiful love to your lady friends, yes we are!” She went on stroking and squeezing, and even slipped a finger into my rectum, sliding it in and out in rhythm with her stroking of my limp dick, but still nothing affected the nerves that controlled, or actually did not control, my stubborn prick. So that session ended as frustratingly as ever, but the doctor told me to come back in a week, meanwhile continuing my home therapy. She even gave me a list of inspiring videos, available at my local video store.

At my third session the doctor asked how I liked her assistant, and I said I had enjoyed her very much, and was only sorry I could not produce the results we both wanted. “Well, today I’m going to leave you alone with her,” the doctor said, “so that maybe the more intimate environment will induce a more successful outcome.” With that she asked me to take off all my clothes and lie down on the examining table, after which she turned the lights down low and left the room.

A few minutes later there was a rap on the door, and in walked Rani, dressed in her scrubs as before. She smiled at me and told me how glad she was to see me again. Then she turned her back to me and slipped off her scrubs — only this time she was naked under them, and as she turned around I found myself staring at the most gorgeous, smooth, perfectly-fit body, with incredible thimble-sized nipples and a nicely trimmed black pubic patch that I seriously wanted to munch upon.

She began by giving me a full body massage to relax me, occasionally touching me in places that should definitely have brought on a response, but didn’t. As she leaned over me, her breasts would occasionally slide across my chest, and I would feel the hard nipples against my skin, while the smell of her perfume made my nostrils flare. I was very relaxed, and yet my sexual organ was so insensitive to her touch that I wasn’t sure just when she started the rhythmic stroking of my dick, and even less sure of when she first ran her wet mouth along the length of it. However I did notice when the damn thing gave a little jump. Nothing big, just a twitch, but it was the first indication that I might not be a hopeless case.

Rani never did take it into her mouth, but she breathed upon it and caressed it and kissed it, and even spoke to it with words of encouragement that ranged from a lover’s song to the filthy talk of a street prostitute. “Come on, baby,” she would say. “I want you to straighten up and fill up my cunt, and then shoot your jism all over my tits and face!” Or, “You know you want to come, so stand up, you lazy fucking dick!” In response to this varied stimulation, my prick every now and then would give another little jump, filling me with encouragement and hope.

After a while the doctor returned and told me that my HMO had decided not to approve any further therapy sessions. She then suggested that Rani might be interested in doing some private therapy with me at her apartment on her days off, which were Tuesdays and Thursdays. Rani was in agreement with this plan, and we quickly set a fee, and a time for our first session.

The following Tuesday I showed up at Rani’s apartment building which was not far from the doctor’s office. She was wearing a bathrobe when she let me in, having just showered. She shared the apartment with a nurse named Linda, who was working that day, so we had the place to ourselves.

She wasted no time taking me into her bedroom and having me strip in this very intimate setting. I stretched out on the bed, and she dropped her robe and stood before me stark naked. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and I told her she looked good enough to eat. She smiled and said, “Well, I was going to tell you that you were now allowed to touch me, but I hadn’t consider you wanting to eat me!”

“Please consider it!” I replied, “And the offer has no expiration date.”

She climbed on the bed with me then and straddled my knees. Then, taking my prick in both hands, she stroked and squeezed it, but to no avail. Looking up at her beautiful body rocking back and forth above me, I could think of nothing I wanted more in all the world than for my pecker to harden up, but the bastard stayed limp. After about 10 minutes she lay down on me, and I felt her lovely tits squashed against my chest. She rolled to one side, and I was able to bend my neck and bring my mouth down to her left nipple. It became erect immediately, and she did not pull away, but gave a little moan as I proceeded to suck on it.

When I released her nipple I raised my head, looked into her eyes and said boldly, “I want to eat you and suck your clit and push my tongue deep into your cunt until you come all over my face, you beautiful fucking girl!”

Rani giggled and said, “Really! That sounds marvelous, but do you think you’re up to it?” With that she moved up on the bed and straddled my face with her back to me. This is not my favorite way to eat a woman, but at that point I wasn’t going to argue. As she lowered her pussy over my mouth I started to eat her as though I hadn’t been fed in a month. I licked and sucked that glorious cunt with all the energy I could muster. I stroked her clitoris with my tongue, rimmed her little rosebud and tongue-fucked her pussy, tasting the fluids that flowed out of her.

Rani sighed and moaned and shifted her body so I could achieve greater contact, and all the time she held onto my prick and made love to it, sometimes talking to it, begging it to get hard. After about 10 minutes she had an explosive climax that shook the bed and almost snuffed me out as the lips of her vagina swelled and spread to cover my mouth and nose. Then she fell forward and rubbed her face all over my cock. She lifted my balls in her hands and sucked and kissed each of them. At that point my penis gave a little jump, and quick as a flash she had it in her mouth, sucking it and taking the head into her throat. It still remained limp, but it jumped every so often, as if the message was stubbornly trying to get through.

She spent the rest of the hour sucking on my dick, and I kept hoping that I could shoot a wad down her throat, but it wouldn’t get stiff enough for that. I had to settle for the pleasure of having my nose and tongue in close contact with this lovely creature’s genitalia as we lay in that 69 configuration. Shortly before our time was up, she put on a rubber glove and, smearing K-Y jelly in my rectum, forced two fingers in and brought me off in the way the doctor had done.

I could not wait to get back there on Thursday, even bringing flowers to show my appreciation. This time I was met at the door by Linda, the blonde nurse, who was about to leave for work. She looked me over thoroughly and said, “So you’re the client who’s been putting a smile on my partner’s face.” With that she led the way into the kitchen, where Rani sat drinking coffee. “I’m leaving, baby,” Linda said to her. Rani stood up, and the two of them went into a lip lock, which I suspected was meant to show me they were more than roommates.

Once Linda had left, Rani took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where we stripped and I assumed my place on the bed. She straddled my knees once again and began with a total massage, which ended with my genitalia being pampered and caressed until I could again feel my penis giving those small jumps and twitches.

Next she took out a small silver vibrator and, after greasing it up, slowly inserted it into my butt and turned it on. She took the knob of my dick into her mouth and, holding my pecker straight up, stroked it up and down between her fingers. It started to thicken and become semi-erect, and stayed that way for several minutes as she continued her ministrations. This was more than I had been able to achieve by watching porn and choking it for over a year.

When I went soft again, Rani decided we should try again after I had rested. I then sat up, turned her over on her back and quickly brought my mouth to her pussy before she could protest. As I kissed her thighs and ran my tongue around the outer edge of her cunt, I took a breast in each hand, tweaking those beautiful nipples between my fingers until they were as erect as they could possibly get.

I licked her from asshole to clit before concentrating on the latter. Now that I suspected she was in a lesbian relationship, I felt challenged to perform some kind of world-class cunnilingus and bring her to a crashing orgasm. I began by licking her clitoris rhythmically while thrusting two fingers in and out of her very juicy honeypot. Sweet Rani was soon bucking and moaning and panting, offering prayers to Krishna and a variety of other Hindu deities, and to Christian ones as well. She screamed out, “Oh God!” so many times that I feared the neighbors might complain. When she came it was a long, drawn out, earth-shaking climax, and I felt terrific. See if you can beat that, blondie! I thought.

We then resumed working on my problem, but though I had the same reaction as before, I still could not get truly hard. We spent the last quarter hour or so in a 69 position, with me bringing her off with the vibrator and my mouth, while she sucked on my dick, producing a desultory flow of semen by massaging my prostrate with another vibrator. I was pleased when she swallowed the discharge, and only hoped that one day soon I would be able to shoot a real load down her throat.

I could hardly wait for the following Tuesday. In the meantime I had dreams of Rani and her blonde roommate, Linda, rolling around on their bed all night, sucking on each other’s pussy and working each other over with a double dildo, or those silver vibrators. I wanted to be there to watch, and possibly some day fuck the both of them.

Linda was just leaving when I arrived, and once again she stuck her tongue down Rani’s throat to show her possession. So I said, “Gee, Linda, I wish you could stay. We could really use your help!”

“Yeah, don’t you wish,” Linda replied with a smirk. This brought a smile to Rani’s face, and she stood up and shook off her robe right there, just as Linda went out the door.

“How about trying out the kitchen table this time?” Rani said. She hoisted herself up onto the table edge and lay back, her long luscious legs dangling towards the floor. I don’t know what she expected, but I quickly pulled up a chair and dived into that lovely aromatic box. She hadn’t bathed yet, and the pungent smell of her womanhood gave it a whole different taste. It was like an exotic feast, enhanced by the sound of sitar music coming from the other room.

She had her orgasm quickly, and then she pulled me into the bathroom, where she ran a bath for both of us, pouring in several types of fragrant oil. I got in first and sat down, and she followed, placing her beautiful bottom between my legs as she faced away from me. She handed me a sponge, and I proceeded to wash her all over, which was a task I relished. Soon we were like two porpoises frolicking in the surf, our bodies forming different configurations as we rubbed ourselves against each other. By time I carried her to the bed I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but I was still unable to raise the dead; so I simply spread her legs and ate her to her second climax of the day.

It may seem that Rani was getting more benefit from my therapy than I was, but believe me, I enjoyed eating her out, and each time I did I felt a stirring in my crotch, which indicated that we were headed in the right direction. We spent the whole morning in bed, doing various sexual exercises, using vibrators, dildos and lots of oral contact. At one point, while she was sucking on my dick, it hardened and stood tall, and she quickly swung her leg over my body and fed it into her honeypot. Unfortunately it didn’t stay erect for long, but she got in a couple of pelvis-grinding bumps before it faded. I was somewhat in shock, as I hadn’t expected her to take that initiative, or to ride me bareback, and I was totally thrilled with what she had done.

Thursday began in much the same way, except that when we finally reached the bedroom my member was actually beginning to stand up of its own accord — not quite hard, but definitely not limp either. It was capable of being stuffed into a wet, warm vagina, and that is exactly where we both wanted it to go. Once again Rani didn’t hesitate to go bareback, and she lay on her back and let me drive that spongy noodle in and out of her hot box. It lacked the sensation one gets with a raging hard-on, but it was better than anything I’d been able to do for some time. I wasn’t able to reach orgasm, and I’m sure it wasn’t terribly exciting for her either, but we were both thrilled that we had been able to get this far, and, as she said, “There’s always next Tuesday!”

And that next Tuesday turned out to be a great occasion, for the dick got quite hard after a quick pussy breakfast at the kitchen table. As Rani was coming down from her orgasm, I slipped it into her and carried her, impaled, into the bedroom. Then I drove it deep into her for almost an hour before the miracle happened and I shot my first load deep inside her.

From that point on our patient/therapist relationship was over, but we continued to fuck almost daily for the next six months. Most of her days off were spent in bed as we did all sorts of wonderful things to one another. We even got around to having threesomes with Linda, and let me say that one of my fondest memories is of fucking Linda’s asshole while she ate Rani out. Having a tag team sucking my dick was also a great experience, as was just lying in the tub with two sexy young women rubbing their soapy naked bodies against me.

But all good things must end, and after about six months of this the two young women had to move on. They both enrolled in a university on the other side of the country, Rani to enter medical school and Linda to study psychology. It was a loss that left a gap in my sexual life, and I knew I had to get out and meet other women. But I was puzzled when I received a call one day from the redheaded doctor who was Rani’s former employer, asking me to come in for an appointment.

The appointment was in the late afternoon, and when I arrived the doctor answered the door. None of the staff were visible, so I figured they’d gone home early. The doctor showed me into her office, and we sat and made small talk for a few minutes before she asked how things had worked out for me. I explained that Rani’s therapy had worked very well, and everything was now functioning normally.

“May I see how it looks?” the doctor said, getting up and coming around to my side of her desk. I stood up and dropped my pants, and she took my dick in one hand while weighing my scrotum with the other. Immediately my penis started to harden, and as she fondled it further it became like steel. I began to breathe heavily, and she looked up at me with a smile, saying, “Would you like to do something with that?”

Without waiting for a reply, she hitched her skirt up to her waist, revealing a panty girdle holding up black thigh-high hose. She wore no panties, and her cunt was completely hairless. I slid in without a moment’s hesitation as she sat on the edge of her desk, and she hung on for dear life while I fucked her brains out. I slid my hungry cock in and out with a rapid motion that soon had her moaning. She raised her legs onto my shoulders as I ground more deeply into her with each stroke. She came quickly, and as I continued she came again, and again, four or five orgasms one after the other.

She asked me to stop for a second, and when I did she got off the desk, took off her skirt and blouse and bent over the desk so I could do her from behind. I unfastened her bra, took a breast in each hand and squeezed her tits as I again drove my love muscle into her squirming pussy. I was building to a fantastic climax, and she just kept having one after the other until I shot a load deep inside her. Even after that she pushed back, squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles to give herself one more. Wow, I thought, this woman has to be the greatest fuck ever!

I moved in with the good doctor, and six months later we married. I have never minded that she spends her days with her hand up other guys’ asses, or that she occasionally jerks some guy off for science. I don’t even mind that she probably gets an occasional fuck in during office hours, since she’s always ready to give me a first-class ride when she gets home. After all, she’s the expert.