Heather Brown: Wayward wife

There was only one thing left to make my rapture complete as Dr. Bruce fucked me. With my free hand I groped for his balls, squeezing them firmly. In my grip I could feel them tighten every time I jabbed his ass and tightened my cunt. His entire reproductive system knotted into an elongated fist of passion.

And then, just when I thought I couldn't take any more without coming so hard I'd shatter, both of us started to move together uncontrollably. It was incredible, as though we had been lifted into space and there were no restraints of gravity to inhibit our fucking. Like a waterbed, but a dozen times more fantastic.

"How do you like this position?" Dr. Bruce whispered in my ear as his prick surged further than ever before into my jack-knifed body.

I answered with a thrust of my impossibly contorted pelvis. The penetration was deeper than I had thought humanly possible. When I looked between my legs, I saw that at last he was in me to the hilt, an entire foot of thick cock imbedded in my pussy.

Then, suddenly, we started moving again, this time going the opposite way. And then, as the couch humped under my back and made my pussy the highest point of my body, I noticed the whirring.

"The couch, the couch!" I cried with delirious ecstasy. "You're making the couch move!"

"Which position would you like next?" he asked, sliding his dick greasily in and out of my humped cunt.

"All of them!" I screamed with joy. "All seven of them!"

"Well, not at once," he chuckled, reaching over the side and pushing a button.

The whirring couch suddenly started to fold up, compressing our bodies so that our loins seemed to melt together. Then it went backward… then forward… dipping… flattening.

How many positions were there? Only seven? It seemed impossible there could be that few. There seemed like dozens as Dr. Bruce's finger was constantly on the button now, our fucking rhythm dictated by the bizarre manipulations of the psychiatrist's couch.

It was back in the jack-knife position that I started to come, feeling the cream erupt from my pussy walls and swamp the doctor's engorging prick. I yearned for a simultaneous explosion, lusting for him to spill his juice at the same time I did. To make him come I pressed my finger deeper and deeper into his ass, gouging downward so his prostate would send the message to his balls to erupt.

His dick inside my pussy was my barometer as to the success of my efforts up his ass. When his cock thrust forth that last fraction of an inch just before he came, I started to slowly slide my finger out of his anus, scraping the tender lining with my nail.

Like I was pulling a cork from a champagne bottle, I painstakingly withdrew my finger from his ass, crooking the knuckle so it would be like a corkscrew up his anal canal. Licking my lips at the anticipated result, I finally withdrew all the way, my knuckle popping as it left his hole. Instantaneously his come shot from his cock into my pussy, bathing my thirsty fuck canal with a spurting ocean of sperm.

The flow of his come was more than the limit my pussy could take. As he kept spurting, I could feel the goo sliding out of my box, gazing my thighs and trickling onto the couch. The combination of fresh semen and leather against our flesh made us slide on the couch as we came and came. My body seemed to be going every which way, only my cunt anchored by Dr. Bruce's heavy, spearing, ejaculating prick.

"Let me lick the rest of it off," I panted to him, wanting to taste his come before my pussy swallowed it all. "Pull out and lay back so I can suck your prick."

His dangling hand pressed the button and within seconds we were stretched out as flat as boards. He pulled out of me as I'd asked, rolling over so his cock stood straight up in the air.

I was pleased to see that his prick was still oozing come as I sat up and gazed hungrily at his crotch. It was amazing that he was still so stiff after all the fucking he'd done, and even more astounding that there was still some come left to spill from his prick.

I started my licking at the base of his balls, knowing that I would immediately taste came no matter where I began. His crotch was just covered with the stuff, both male and female cream drenching his loins.

The exquisite taste of pussy juice mixed with sperm made my nostrils flare as I lapped his balls. I put one ball in my mouth and dissolved the stickiness, and then the other, taking both of them at once. When the come was finally gone, I released him, his scrotum as pink as the cheeks of a baby's ass.

My tongue worked around the well of his crotch, lapping the gobs of sperm and cunt juice from his thickly matted cock hair. Every crinkly strand of hair that caught in my mouth was like pure ambrosia as I sucked them from between my teeth and swallowed them along in the river of heavenly juice.

His prick stood up straighter and straighter as I finally started to scale it with my tongue, marveling anew at its length. It was hard work licking him clean, so enormous was his tool, the sperm and pussy juice having stuck to his prick like thick, rich honey.

The veins of his cock throbbed against my tongue and lips, telling me that the fires of excitement were raging near peak fury again with his tireless instrument. By the time I got to the head, his loins were propelling his prick in a renewed fucking motion. His hips started to buckle just as violently as they had when he had come in my pussy, and now I realized that if I kept sucking he would come a second time – this time in my mouth.

I licked the last of the old come off the head of his dick, eagerly wiping his cock as clean as a whistle so I could start anew. This time I didn't swallow the whole organ; I just kept the knotty end between my lips, while my excited fingers did the rest of the work.

Slowly I jerked his pliant foreskin back and forth along the expanse of his cock, jacking him off with all the inventiveness I could muster. I let my lips droop just lightly enough so there was enough room to push his loose dick skin inside my mouth, holding it there until I suddenly yanked it back, his whole body shuddering from the friction.

Even though it was already coated with fuck juice, my stomach grumbled in anticipation of the new load I was milking, craving the impending nourishment from his cock. To stimulate him I did wonders with my tongue, driving its tip into his slit and diminutively fucking the tip of his prick. The tissues of his urethra sucked against the tip like a tiny cunt, begging to be stimulated.

The longer I had to wait for his ejaculation, the more excited I got. Finally my arousal was so great that I had no choice but to abandon my slow, tantalizing ways. I really started whacking his meat, jacking him off the way a horny teenager would handle his dick while drooling over a Penthouse centerfold. I sucked madly at the head of his cock, trying, to suction the come out of it.

To hasten matters my finger plunged into his asshole. His anus was tight and gooey, throbbing from the oral laceration his dick was taking. I began slowly pumping, working up a froth inside his asshole. Kneading his enlarged prostate, I brought him closer to the brink of the second coming.

In my excitement I stuffed a second finger in his ass… and then a third. When there still seemed to be room, I added my pinkie and thumb, creating a tremendous knot at the core of his body. The distension forced his cock to shoot unbelievably into my throat, the frantic jerking of my fingers around his tool replaced by my wildly sucking lips.

I balled my fingers within his ass, gasping at the elasticity of his sweet shithole. As I began slowly pumping my wrist, my fist slid along his anus, making his prick pitch like falling timber in my mouth.

From the way he was shaking now I knew he was ready to come a second time. My mouth twitched as it waited to be inundated with fresh semen. Paving the way, my fist bashed into his colon and them abruptly retracted, sliding with a loud pop all the way out of his bunghole. The sensation must have been five times greater for him than when I had just pulled one finger out of his ass when we'd been fucking. He bayed like a wounded animal as my fist came ripping out of his ass, and them spilled his load into my mouth, the come flowing in a torrent.