Virginia Ryder: Little Courtney_s Family Secrets

She nodded numbly, as if in a trance, her expression rapt.

“I've only heard about activities like this,” she whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the complicated scene taking place in our presence. “I've never actually seen it.” She finally turned to me. “My older sister's an anthropologist and does field studies in the wild, but I've never done any such thing…”

And she turned back to the sexual 'field study' before her.

“What kind of dog is that?” she asked breathlessly, raising her pen once again. “He's a very attractive animal, isn't he?”

So I told her, but then noticed she was only going through the motions-she wasn't actually writing anything down. She nodded, though, as if fascinated by the big handsome dog humping our sweet-assed Goth guest, both of us swallowing hard when Sharon climaxed loudly, yet again.

“I'm coming, I'm coming so fucking good!” the girl panted, squirming insanely with the sick pleasure of it all. She then announced to her kid sister, “Tara, we're getting a goddamn dog the first thing tomorrow morning!”

“All right!” the half-naked little 10-year-old called out, from where she was pressing my vibrator against my groaning daughter's cunt. “But a smaller dog, so I can get fucked, too…”

“We'll see,” her big sister said, agreeing to nothing. Then, thinking, “We may actually need two dogs!”

From where Dr. Jennifer Grayson and I stood watching, it was obvious the exact moment Sampson finally ejaculated into Sharon, his low growling yips signaling his apparent relief as giant spurts of his ropy dog-cum began shooting deeply into the girl's cunt. As expected, the overload of it spilled out in a gush of thick wetness that ran down the backs of her firm young thighs.

I definitely knew that sensation.

“Oh God,” Dr. Jennifer moaned involuntarily. “Look at that!”

I looked to her closely. As in most cases, timing is everything.

“Doctor, are you aroused at seeing this?” I boldly asked her. “Is it possible your pussy's all wet?”

Without turning to me, she rather watched with astonishment as Sampson disengaged from our wildly trembling guest. His huge red cock was still hard and swollen as he pulled it free, the large knot of it wetly popping out last, and she said mostly to herself:

“It's so big-I can't believe she took the whole thing!”

“I take it all the time,” I admitted to her, which got me a quick look. “His big dog-cock, that is. And Sampson can fuck all night. I've never had a man who could keep up with him-”

Dr. Grayson swallowed hard again, nodding as if I'd admitted nothing extraordinary, then asked, “You mean he can do it again, right away?”

And that, of course, was the question of the night.

“Am I getting charged for your time here?” I wanted to know. “Or has this become more of a…personal visit?”

I could tell she was thinking about it.

“More personal than professional,” she finally admitted. “A study, I think.”

But I'd already started unbuttoning her blouse by then and, without a hint of resistance from her, unsnapped the clasp at the front of her large bra.

“Maybe a little of both…” she added. “I'll consider this field work, at no charge to you.”

When Dr. Jennifer Grayson's substantial bare breasts burst free, I took them in both hands, fondling their warmth, then leaned down and sucked at her large dark nipples. First one, as it firmed up even harder in my mouth, and then the other.

She began trembling with a series of little involuntary shudders.

“Courtney, you're my favorite patient,” the good doctor admitted. “Your erotic adventures always drive me wild-though I couldn't let you know that, of course, without violating my professional ethics.”

I kissed her full on the mouth then, my tongue hotly finding hers, then pulled away to unsnap her jeans. We were both shaky with excitement as I slid my hand into the front of her panties, easily finding her exceptionally wet cunt with my fingers.

“I've dreamed of this,” she admitted with a little gasp. “Oh, God, but it feels so wrong!”

She reached for me, though, wrong or not, helping me shrug off the skimpy robe I'd thrown on to answer the door. I stood naked before her. Her breath quickened as she touched my breasts, then squeezed each one so that my dark pink nipples stuck out pointedly for her.

“Do you want to get fucked by our big dog?” I asked. “If you don't mind waiting your turn…”

She gave me an odd little smile, reacting with the slightest little start when I wiggled my fingers in her. Her cunt was super-wet, her pubic hair damp and matted with her slick lubrication, and she jerked again as I began earnestly fingerfucking her within the confines of her opened jeans.

“Do you like that, Dr. Grayson?” I asked, squeezing her entire pubic mound as well and getting a quick little moan from her. “And, again, will you be staying for the further dog fucking tonight?”

She nodded to me.

“It's necessary for my…field work,” she announced, trembling. “I may even write a paper on it, without using any actual names, of course.”

“Of course,” I said.

Her bright green eyes, sparkling and genuinely beautiful, I noticed, went back to the action in the family room. I, of course, continued to fingerfuck her as we stood watching the lewd activity before us.

Little Tara and Lucy had moved to each side of Sampson, their small hands pulling on his still-hard dog-cock. Cheating wife and 19-year-old Goth girl Sharon was now straddling my son, James, his hard young cock buried in her slippery dog-cum-filled cunt from below while the even younger boy, Clifford, was kneeling behind her, furiously fucking her in the ass at the same time.

His brother Ray was kneeling in front of her and quickly jacking off in her face, her dark purple lipstick still smeared, her black hair wild, the Goth girl's moist tongue eagerly licking at the swollen head of his stiff little dick when his cum started jetting out in thin, erratic streams into her mouth.

“Doctor, let's get your pants off,” I said, sweetly. “So I can lick your pussy until you come…”

My sex therapist turned back to me then, all pretense of professionalism gone. At the moment, she was merely a horny little slut like me, drawn into my own dark world of depraved and unconscionable sexuality, and concerned only with getting every bit of lewd pleasure she could get.

“I'd expect no less,” she said, with a wicked smile I'd never seen before. “And, by the way, please call me Jennifer.”