Heather Brown - Wayward wife

"Are there others?" the doctor asked, staring right between my open legs.

"At first there weren't," I said, "but lately it seems like everyone I can get my hands on. I'm starting to wonder if I can even control it any more."

"Both sexes?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted. "Even my daughter."

"How was it?"

"Oh, doctor, it was divine!" I gushed, totally unable to hold anything back. "Her pussy was sweeter than you can imagine. And so tight. I can't wait to eat her cunt again. Doctor, does that mean I'm sick?"

"It means you're a normal, healthy woman," he said, drawing back from the desk top and starting to get up.

"Really?" I asked hopefully. "Are you sure?"

"I'm a psychiatrist, aren't I? If you don't believe me, I can prove you're normal right now in this office," he said, walking towards me. Unless my erotic imagination made my eyes deceive me, there was a thick round bulge at the crotch of his expensively tailored pants.

"But how?"

"You're afraid you might be sexually abnormal, correct?" he said, coming up right in front of me. I stared not at his face, but at the apparent bulge in his pants, thirsting to know if it was real.

"Well… yes… yes…" I stammered.

"All right, then, I'm going to show you something. Something a sexually normal woman would respond to," he said, his hands dropping below his waist. "If you start to get shocked when you see it, just remember that I'm showing it to you for strictly medical purposes."

His fingers slid under the flap of his fly and grasped the zipper tab, pulling it down with a screech. Within seconds his hand was in his open fly and pulling out his cock, inch after inch of erect meat springing from his pants. When I saw it all unsheathed it looked as long as my end of Miranda's dildo, a swollen organ of incredible thickness.

"Now a sexually normal woman, seeing a cock like this, would immediately want to suck it," he explained. "Just be honest with yourself, Mrs. Fredericks, you'd like to wrap your lips around my prick, wouldn't you? You'd like to touch it and fondle it, and play with my balls. You'd like to take the head all the way down your throat. You'd like to run the foreskin over the head and the shaft with your tongue, now wouldn't you, Mrs. Fredericks?"

"Yes, yes!" I cried, lurching forward, grabbing for his twitching dick. "Please let me suck it. I can't stand not to suck your cock!"

My primal impulses completely dominated me as I threw my face forward, my mouth speeding toward his throbbing cock like there was a magnetic attraction between the two. Its head was instantly between my lips, as I bathed it with warm spit, lolling the heart-shaped flange over my tongue and teeth and gums.

"I see you really know how to suck a cock," he said, as I nibbled farther and farther down on his suspended rod. "AS a doctor, I'd like to remind you that sucking a cock like this is definitely something a sexually normal woman would do. Am I clear?"

"Mmmmmm," I slurped my reply, bearing down on the stalk of his cock so I was halfway to his hairy balls. While I was sucking, I ran my hands up to the top of his trousers, tugging to get them loose so they would fall to the floor. I wanted him naked so I could throw my arms around his waist and feel his smooth ass in my hands.

"This, too, is a normal reaction by a woman," he said, helping me to get his pants and shorts off.

When he was totally nude from the waist down, my arms encircled him, my fingertips winding up doing a dance in the downy furrow of his ass.

"Stick your finger in my ass while you're sucking my cock," he said from above me. "That's what a normal woman would do."

Desperate to have my actions sanctioned by normalcy, and eager to feel the sweet moistness of his asshole, I quickly complied. His anal ridges throbbed against my fingertip just before I slid it in his ass.

In my mouth his prick was gouging deeper and deeper. I took hold of the six inches of cock that still wasn't between my lips and slowly began to masturbate it. As I tugged at his foreskin his cock-head throbbed maddeningly in the vise of my throat. Incredible sweetness pervaded my senses.

I had my finger up his ass far enough now to begin fruitfully pumping it, reaming him out with miniature fucking motions. Through his membrane I could feel the bulging knot of his prostate gland bulging in excitement, as hard as a stone.

Every time my finger thrust up his asshole, Dr. Bruce's prostate throbbed and his pelvis bucked forward, crashing his dick down my throat. My fingers continued to work the exposed part of his prick, tracing his cock all the way down to its roots in the base of his balls. A come was already starting to dribble out of the end of his prick from fucking my mouth, and simultaneously having his ass pronged. I knew that when he finally came full-force it was going to be excruciating.

The thought of his impending come made me want to fuck. Suddenly I wanted nothing else in the world except his cock in my pussy.

I slid my mouth from around his prick and told him the way I felt. "Dr. Bruce I've got to have you inside of me," I said plaintively, tensing the finger still imbedded in his gooey asshole. "And I don't care if it's normal or not."

"Do you need it?" he said, looming formidably above me.

"Yes, yes, I need it," I cried hungrily.

"What do you need?"

"I need your cock in my cunt. I need you to fuck me. Please… please… fuck me!"

"Now I think it's time for you to lie down on the couch," he said, and held out his hand to me.

It was a long, gleaming expensive piece of furniture, more like an elegant reclining chair than a couch. It was upholstered with soft yellow leather. I tinged, imagining what it would feel like against my bare skin, as I peeled off the rest of my clothing, panting to fuck.

"Wow," I said, as I dropped my bra to the floor and felt my tits springing free, "this is the first time I've actually seen one of these. It looks just like a psychiatrist's couch does in the movies."

"Yes, it's a beauty, isn't it?" he said. "It has seven positions."

Yearning to try it out, I threw myself on it, rolling over on my back when my naked flesh hit the smooth leather. I was quickly in the perfect fucking position, propped up on my elbows so I could see everything that was going to happen, with my legs parted to the ultimate. My cunt flexed invitingly at him, begging him to plunge his stiff rod in my love hole. I'd never wanted to fuck more in my life.

He eased between my open legs, zeroing in with his hot lance. When the throbbing tip of his prick was but inches from my hungrily awaiting pussy, I seized it. My fingers wound around his shaft, guiding the head of his dick right to where I wanted it to go.

His cock-head brushed against the stiffness of my clit, piercing my slick pussy lips. When I had the tip of him inside me, I wiggled my ass, sending a tremor down the stalk of his cock that made his balls contract.

My cunt was so lubricated with horny arousal that he slid easily in. He had no trouble burying at least eight inches of his cock's foot-long length with a single push. The core of my being abruptly filled with hot, throbbing prick. I bucked my hips, my body rhythmically grinding in a classic fucking motion.

I snaked my arms around his waist, once again searching for the perfect pucker of his asshole. My experienced finger immediately found his glowing anus, shoving instantly inside to the third knuckle. His asshole was a gooey trough now, stimulated into oozing stickiness by having been finger-fucked before. And now I really reamed him out, aiming downward with my pumping thrusts so my fingertip would be sure to continually strike the throbbing rock of his prostate.

The fingerfucking I was giving his ass only made his cock work harder. It reached incredible depths within my pussy, surging at least ten inches inside.