Edna Examine - Lust_s What The Doctor Ordered

"Glen… Glenda…" he cried out in a choked tone, "Gonna come… I'm gonna come… oh… ohhhh… OHHHHHH GLENDAAAAA!"

The girl held her head still as her brother's prick erupted in her hot mouth. She felt the first splash of cum on her tongue and she swallowed it down as it was followed by another thick glob, then another. His fingers tightened in her hair as she swallowed his cum and tongued the head of his spurting prick laviciously. She felt his body stiffen, then shudder strongly as her mouth was filled again, and he moaned and sobbed out his emotion.

Aurry was lost in the depths of orgasm as his sister's mouth continued to suck his bursting prick. He knew that he was shooting his cum into her mouth and he sensed her swallowing as he held her head tightly. He simply could not believe it-surely she must love him a great deal to do that for him, he reasoned as his body shook in the throes of orgasm, and his prick jerked spasmodically in her wet mouth. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked down his body as she raised her head slightly and licked the head of his prick. He saw a small dribble of the sticky white fluid ooze out of the corner of her mouth, and he chilled slightly as her pink tongue swiped out to catch it.

Glenda looked up at her brother's face and she smiled as she read the total surprise there. She squeezed his still hard prick and laughed lightly as she rolled her body atop his and spread her legs. "Was that good, Baby?" she questioned.

The boy shook his head and told her, "Oh, Glenda, yes!" and his arms went about her soft young body. "So good… God, you actually let me come in your mouth!"

"Did that surprise you?" she asked and kissed the tip of his nose as her tits were squashed flat against his chest.

"Doesn't it taste bad?" he asked.

"Did my pussy taste bad?" she questioned in return.

"Oh, no… I liked the way it tasted!" he told her emphatically.

She kissed him softly then and whispered, "And I like to taste your cum, Aurry…" And as she spoke, she reached between her legs and eased the head of his rock-hard young prick into her wet cunt.

Aurry drew his breath sharply as he felt his prick engulfed in a sudden warmth-it was like nothing he had ever experienced, and his young body shook as his sister began moving her hips slowly up and down and his prick was shoved in and out of her clasping, wet cunt.

"How does it feel to fuck a real pussy?" she asked, a bit breathlessly, as she felt him enter her cunt fully.

"Oh, Glenda… I love you so much!" he cried and tears filled his eyes as he was overcome by the emotion of the moment, "Love me always… please, love me always!" he begged her as he began a slow hunching motion with his hips.

"I will, Aurry… I promise I will…" she breathed softly to him as her mouth sought his and their lips met in an incestuous kiss. There was a momentary flash of his mother's face and…

Doctor Prinz shook his head as the vision faded and he found it was dark in his office. He glanced at the empty glass in his hand and he noticed the bulge in the front of his pants. It was always that way when he thought of Glenda.

He stood slowly, carried the glass to the breakfront, and set it there as he glanced at his watch. There was just enough time to get home, call Mark and Coco, and set things up for that evening. He'd have to let them know there would be a fourth to the party, and he wondered how the black couple might react when they learned that the beautiful Karen Lindstrum was not there willingly.

He chuckled to himself as he gazed into the full-length mirror in the bathroom of his office. His body was short and lithe, and the streaks of gray in his temples merely accentuated his mature handsomeness. He smiled at his image and turned off the light, then locked his offices and walked to his Mercedes coupe in the parking lot.

Prinz lay back in the deep tub luxuriating in its soothing warmth as he spoke into the telephone. "No, Mark… I'd like you and Coco to be here around seven-thirty. And I'll have a little surprise for you tonight-her name is Karen…"

There was a pause and the man on the other end of the line spoke slowly as he told the psychoanalyst, "Ah, look-you know how Coco is, Doc… it took me a month to convince her it was okay to let her hair down in front of you."

"If it's a question of money…" Prinz supplied.

"Come on!" the man said emphatically, "We come to your place because we dig it-and because we like you. The money comes in handy, Doc… but that's not the reason we dig you, and you know it!"

"Thank you, Mark-you're very considerate," he paused, then told the man, "Listen-for your information, the young lady who will be here tonight will not be aware of what's going on… do you understand?"

There was a low laugh from the man on the other end, then he remarked,

"Doc, I swear-you are too fucking much! You gonna have her doped up?"

"Of course not, Mark-you know I don't go in for that sort of thing-just a mild hypnotic trance…"

"For a mild sex orgy, huh?" Mark said and laughed again.

"I assure you, she'll present no problem and she'll never know what took place."

"Okay, Doc… I'll try to convince Coco of that-I might have to remind her who it is who's putting me through medical school, though!"

Prinz smiled and thought of his investment in the bright young black man. There were far too few black psychiatrists, and if Mark could make the grade academically, he would have a bright future in the honored profession. "Fine… I'll be expecting you at seven-thirty," he said and hung up.

Prinz finished bathing and slipped into a soft, togalike garment. He was standing at the bar in the sunken living room of his sumptuous beach house when he heard the car in the drive. He glanced at the wall clock and smiled. It was exactly seven o'clock.

He walked quickly to the front door and opened it as Karen climbed out of her car, a puzzled expression on her face. She had been motivated by his post-hypnotic suggestion. But as she looked about her, she had no earthly idea why she had driven to his Malibu home.

"Are you sleepy, Karen?" he asked as she approached him.

The woman's steps faltered and she wore a dazed expression as her eyes glazed and her head sagged. Prinz walked down the wide steps and took hold of her arm to lead her into the house. As he closed the door, he lifted her lovely face and smiled.

"Karen… you will not recall driving here from your own apartment. You will have no memory of this evening… do you understand me?"

"I understand…" she said flatly and looked right through him.

"Fine, my dear… you are going to sleep for awhile, then you will return home on my instruction-you will go directly to bed and sleep the night through. In the morning you will awaken and feel refreshed-but you will have no memory of coming here…" he said and stressed his final words.

"No memory…" she muttered.

"Fine… that's just fine," he told her and guided her across the foyer and into a guestroom. "For this evening, you are going to be a warm, voluptuous courtesan. You are going to be obsessed with sex… sex with men, sex with women… sex. Is that clear?"

"Yes…" she replied flatly.

"You will comply with any wish, any command… do you understand and agree?"

"I understand and agree…" she said in a low monotone.

"Fine… I want you to divorce yourself from the personality of Karen Lindstrum for a few hours… you will awaken as another woman… a sensual, sex-starved woman who wishes only to please those about you… your name is Electra… you will become that person when I snap my fingers."

"Electra…" she muttered and stood with her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

Prinz snapped his fingers and said, "Awaken unto the world, my lovely Electra!"