Even though I had been nervous up until now about showing myself, once I was in the position Bob had suggested, I felt surprisingly comfortable. When he finally walked through the door, I didn't even flinch.
As I went through the charade of ignoring him, he came over to the couch and looked down at me. Even though I realized he was staring straight at my open pussy, I had so much confidence in him by now that I wasn't disturbed. In fact, my self-consciousness had abruptly dissolved to such an extent that I even wiggled my ass a little bit, pretending that I was reading something exciting in the non-existent magazine.
The doctor started talking after looking me over for several moments, giving me the benefit of what goes through a man's mind when he unexpectedly comes upon the hairy essence of a woman revealed.
'Look at her cunt,' he rasped in a low, throaty voice. 'It looks like she's ready to fuck any man who comes along. She's showing her pussy like a Goddamn whore.'
His explicit comments immediately set the wheels spinning in my mind. The imaginary magazine I was reading became one filled with erotic content. While Bob was talking to himself about my twat, I supposed I was reading a detailed description of a sexual encounter.
When Bob rasped, 'Her cunt is dripping. I know she wants a man's cock in it,' I made myself believe those were the words before my eyes. Then, as his description of his thoughts became more and more frank, gradually the story became one of a psychiatrist seducing one of his female patients.
When he said that his prick was hard, the words changed to pictures. I could see an immense cock in a full state of erection before my eyes in vivid color. When I felt the wetness around the outside of my mouth, I realized I was licking my lips.
'I'd like to fuck that cunt,' he said, 'but I'm afraid it's dirty from other men. All women are really whores – if they get the chance they'll fuck anybody in pants. Who knows how many pricks she's taken between her legs? I might get the clap.'
'No, you won't,' I heard myself saying like I was a character in the imaginary story. 'My pussy is clean. If you fuck me, you won't regret it.'
'I don't believe you.'
'I'll show you,' I said, and rolled over on my back. As he looked down, I parted my legs as far as they would go and opened my twat to him from the front. It was so juicy, I could feel the goo leaking down into the crack of my ass.
For the first time since we had begun our role playing, I could see his face. The expression on it was one of pure lust. Playing to it, I flexed my crotch upward, spraying a fine mist of juice in the air.
But, to my surprise, he did not respond as I'd hoped he would. Instead of pulling out his stiff cock and ravishing me, he actually backed off a step.
'Why won't you fuck me?' I gasped. 'You know you want to.'
'I can't trust you. You'll have to show me you're not a cock-teaser by taking my prick out of my pants and sticking it in your cunt by yourself.'
'Why didn't you say so?' I answered, immediately sitting up so I could grab for his bulging fly.
At least he didn't resist when I pulled down his zipper. And by the time I was extracting his thick meat, he was starting to get positively cooperative.
His cock was huge. Whew I had it securely gripped in my hands, over ten inches in front of him, I knew the game was over. I was going to get fucked for real. Dr. Higgins' pulsing horniness wasn't just some part he was playing.
'Get down here,' I said firmly, 'and start fucking me.'
He had no choice but to climb on the couch and crawl between my open legs. When the throbbing tip of his prick was but inches from my hungrily awaiting twat, I gave him a big yank. The head of his dick went right where I wanted it to go.
My cunt was so lubricated with horny arousal that he slid easily in. There was no trouble in enclosing at least two-thirds of his cock's ten-inch-plus length on a single try.
The core of my being was abruptly filled with hot, throbbing prick. I bucked my hips, my body rhythmically grinding in the classic fucking motion.
Undoing his belt, I pulled his trousers and shorts down to his knees and slid my fingers into the crack of his ass. Immediately, I found the hot pucker of his asshole and penetrated it past the third knuckle.
His shit-pit became gooey as I really reamed him out. My fingertip became like a nail, gouging into the throbbing lump of his adjacent prostate gland.
The finger-fucking I was giving his ass only made his cock work harder. It reached excruciating depths, surging the final inches to the hilt within my spasming pussy.
There was only one thing left to do to make my rapture complete as my psychiatrist 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 constricted 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 went into high gear, moving together in perfect rhythm. It was incredible, as though we had been lifted into space and there were no restraints of gravity to inhibit our fucking.
'How do you like it?' Dr. Higgins whispered hotly 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 hooked between my thighs, I saw nothing but a tangle of his pubic hair and mine. Even the rapist hadn't pronged me this deeply.
I was creaming and creaming. But even though my cunt was a swamp of passion, the friction from the huge, pumping cock inside it was still sensational. Although things got wetter and wetter, they also got tighter and tighter.
Eventually I became impatient coming by myself. I wanted my box filled with hot jizz, and I wanted it now! Instinctively, I knew exactly what to do.
As though I were pulling a cork from a champagne bottle, I crooked my finger like a corkscrew in his ass and twisted it out. There was a loud, wet pop and I braced myself for the inevitable result. Instantaneously, the doctor's cum shot from his cock into my pussy, bathing my thirsty fuck-hole with a spurting ocean of sperm.
The flow of his jizz was more than the limit of my pussy could take. As he kept erupting, I could feel the wondrous goo sliding out of my box, glazing my thighs, and trickling onto the couch.
The combination of fresh cum and the slick leather upholstery made us slide on the couch as we orgasmed in tandem. My body seemed to be going every which way, only my cunt anchored by the psychiatrist's heavy, spearing, ejaculating prick.
'Let me lick the rest of it off,' I panted to him, wanting to taste his cum before my pussy swallowed most of it and the rest dribbled to the couch and floor. 'Pull out and lay back so I can suck your prick.'
I was pleased to see that his prick was still oozing spunk as I sat up and gazed hungrily at his jerking crotch. It was amazing he was still so stiff after all the fucking we'd done, and even more astounding that there was still some cum left to spill from his love-stick.
I began licking at the base of his balls, knowing that I would immediately taste cum no matter where I started. 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 nuts. I put one of them in my mouth and dissolved the stickiness, and then the other, finally taking both of them at once. When the cum was gone and I released him.
My tongue worked around the well of his groin, lapping the cobs of sperm and cunt juice from his thickly- matted cock hair. When the strands of pubic floss caught in my teeth; I sucked them up and swallowed them in the continuing river of heavenly juice.
His prick stood straighter and straighter as I scaled it with my tongue. Not only was it not wilting after a long, hard fuck, it was actually becoming more rigid. It was hard work licking him clean, so enormous was his cock, but it was worth it. The sperm and pussy juice sticking to his prick was 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 within his tireless instrument. By the time I reached the head, his hips were propelling his prick in a renewed fucking motion.
