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.
I threw my hands to my face. My fingers pressed to my mouth, trying to hold in the streaming come that was already oozing out. My cheeks were taut with the excess of semen inside. My throat gagged. I couldn't swallow fast enough because of his constant spurting refills.
Finally the pressure was too great for me to endure. My mouth erupted as though I were vomiting. Dr. Bruce's cock came out first in the rush, followed by a mouthful and throatful of steaming sperm. It splattered all over both of us, bathing my neck and tits, and splattering all over the doctor's crotch.
My hands pounced on my tits, slurping up the come with my fingers and ferrying it to my mouth. I raised a breast and licked it, craning my head so I could swirl my tongue around the turgid nipple and lick the sperm off. Then I did the same with the other tit, glowing in the combined taste of my doctor's love juice and my own sweet breast.
I went for his groin now, licking off the come that matted his pubic bush. His balls were even sweeter than before. My tongue snaked all the way under to his ass. It was drooling with deliciousness.
I stuck my fingers in his ass again, lingering just long enough to capture a load of his anal drool. Then I eagerly brought it from between his thighs to my mouth, tasting his sweetness by greedily cramming my fingers in my mouth like a child snatching maple syrup on the sly.
His dick was finally wilting. Even growing limp it was still formidable though, greater when softening than most men's cocks when hard. Even limp it would beat one of George's so-called hard-ons by at least two inches on the coldest day of the year.
He was collapsed from exhaustion, comatose, with his eyes closed. Obviously the doctor was through for the afternoon. I couldn't help but wonder what he'd do about his next appointment.
I got up and gathered my clothes, putting them on as best I could, and stuffing my sopping panties in my purse. Over at the doctor's desk I found a prescription pad and wrote him a note.
'Dear Dr. Bruce: See you same time next week. I think you really can help me with my problems.'
As I signed my name a sudden inspiration hit me. After placing the note right in the middle of his blotter, I reached inside my purse. Extracting my sodden panties, I balled them up and plopped them on top of the note. They were so wet with pussy juice they'd be sure and hold the note down until the doctor finally discovered it.
My weekly appointments with Dr. Bruce helped immeasurably. Not because of the usual psychiatric reasons, but because seeing him guaranteed a cock up my pussy at least once a week, and right now I needed that certainty.
Summer was over. Just like that the kids were back in school, gone all day. Ron was back in school too, of course, I'd been having such a ball that I'd never stopped to consider that some day it would be over. But it
