The doctor extended a bony hand toward her. Hesitantly she reached, allowed the long fingers to close tight around hers. She didn't resist when he coaxed her out of the chair, and around the desk. She saw the bulge in his pants, the hungry look magnified by his glasses. He indicated his lap with a nod. She chewed her lip, stared for a moment, and sat.
For the next half-hour, Doctor Bruce filled her head with the technical explanations for perverted compulsions. Sex was for the female a basically masochistic act, he explained. And for a man, any man – even her wonderful daddy – a degree of sadism was as natural as feathers on a duck. She thought that was cute, and told him so. He replied by hiking her dress up, cupping his hand at her pussy, and saying that was cute too.
There were too many big words to remember, and some of it was confusing still. But she was beginning to understand that pain and shame – even shitting the bed, as she'd done with Lew – was to her, to her makeup, her psychology, as necessary to achieving an orgasm as was the need to have a man toy with her titties. Doctor Bruce demonstrated by pinching her nipple so hard it brought fresh tears to her eyes, and more juice to her cunthole. He then stroked her bush, as he might have done to a small pet. That was nice. But when he took firm hold of the hair, trying to pull it out by the roots, it seemed that the thrill which followed the pain was ten times more exquisite.
"D-Does that mean I… I'm sick?" she whispered, opening her legs for his fingers and sucking one, two, three bony lengths up her twat.
"Sick?"
"Ummmmmmm!" Her voice quivered almost as much as her clit. "Am… am I one of them whatyamacallits? You know!" She tapped the side of her head, wiggled, and pulled the last of the four bony darts up her smoking cunt. "D-Does it mean I'm one of those girls in high leather boots and like that?"
Doctor Bruce laughed. "It means whatever you want it to mean, young lady. Some dig whips. Do you?" He lifted her dress high, to her waist, gripped the tender flesh of her belly, and squeezed and squeezed.
Wendy's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. She squirmed in his lap, noting the degrees of sensation: first the unbearable agony, then the slight tingle, then the magnificent electric thrill flooding her loins. It was true! The other Wendy was a girl who demanded beatings and hurt, welts and red bruises, degradation that left her so sore and exhausted that the healing power of cum washed through every pore, every nerve ending. That fucking became more than a mere cock up her belly; and orgasm, she and a man cuming together, was a religious experience as sacred as the resurrection.
"Enough psychology," said Doctor Bruce. "Your mouth's been much, too busy talking. What it needs is something to suck on – a lolly! Remember?"
Did she ever remember! She remembered too that she didn't like doing a blowjob. But all that was different now. Now she knew that not liking something made the things she did like so much better. It made fucking that much more wonderful when the cock finally crept in. It made her cunthole sing, her ass chum and dance. Like a nimble ballerina she leaped from his lap, and knelt. She unzipped his fly, and her hand dove inside, captured his rod, and exposed the fat purple glans for her eager, wet kisses. "Lovely lolly," she cooed, forming a wide "O" with her lips, breathing moist warmth on the thing that resembled a ripe plum. "Make your big lollipop pop off in my mouth – dear, dear Doctor Bruce."
Moving to the edge of the chair, the doctor placed one hand at the back of her head, the other at the roots of the stiffness bobbing so close to her face. "This'll do you absolutely no good," he told her. "This time you'll have to serve the rest of your sentence. There's nothing I can do. Nothing!"
"Oh, but you're wrong," countered Wendy. "You've done so much already."
"Me?"
"Yes…" She swirled her wet tongue over the tip of his cock. She licked the stem – up and down. She circled the fat jacket of skin marking his circumcision, and eyed the speck of lint trapped in the tiny pisshole. One flick disposed of the intruder; the doctor's hips shot forcefully forward. "You made me stop feeling dirty about sex," she added. "Now I can do anything. Even this." Again she opened her mouth, forming the cocksucker's "O". She let it slowly down over the cockhead.
"Ohh! Hee! Oh!" Like a tall comical jack-in-the-box, Doctor Bruce went rapidly up and down in the seat. The hand at the back of her head pressed down. "Oh, my dear girl," he sighed. "Yes. Ah, yes, suck it in. My! Wonder of wonders – a self-educated lolly-licker, you are."
Wendy barely heard the words through the roar in her head. She was busy trying not to gag, trying to breathe through her nose and think only of the good fucking to follow. She didn't know why it had to be this way, why she was what she was. She supposed all that had happened, her introduction to sex, was the basis of her uncontrollable drives. She sucked noisily, from deep in her throat. She braced herself between his long, gaping legs, inhaled, and let the hand at the back of her head push her lips all the way down.
"Ahhlihhhh!" Doctor Bruce slumped in the chair, letting his prick soak. His fingers moved affectionately through her hair. "Play with my nuts," he whispered. "Take the poor things out of hiding, dear. Make them happy."
Wendy complied. Looking up, watching his face contort with the wonder of her sucking, she reached inside his fly and hefted his sacs. The pants were in the way. Holding him in one silky palm, she undid his belt, opened the pants wide, and freed the rest of his sex. The glans of his dick throbbed at the back of her throat. Still she went further down, her lower lip turned outward to wash the wrinkled flesh in her hand.
"Ah. Ah!" Doctor Bruce bucked and thrashed, jarring her head, mashing cockhair into her face.
Was he cuming already? wondered Wendy. Was she that good? She lifted her head, watching the slick cylinder cum slowly, smoothly out of her face. She sobbed. Again she gobbled it down, loving the way he groaned and trembled.
Suddenly Doctor Bruce had both hands at the back of her head. "Oh yes! Oh, yes, yes! Ah! Suck it! Don't stop… suck it all!!"
He was indeed cuming, filling her mouth and throat, pumping cream into her gullet with all the force in his loins. She gulped. Kneading his balls, she closed her eyes and imagined how good it would be the next time – up her tight pussy! But it was good now, she realized, amazed. It was suddenly the most marvelous cum in the world. It tasted of salt, and of piss, and of thick, curdled milk. And she was drinking it down without gagging; sucking him off without shame; eating and adoring every inch of his meat, wanting more.
When at last it was over, when the doctor had taken his cock out of her mouth and she was once again settled in his lap, he hugged her and kissed the last cumdrops away. She rested her head at the crook of his shoulder, waiting, too expectant to speak or think or do more than pant for the half-hard thing swelling again beneath her.
"That was spectacular," he choked at last. "I don't believe there's a girl in the place who was ever so good." His hand returned to her thigh; slowly it inched up. His fingers met the legband of the baggy drawers, now sopping wet with her juices. He pushed them aside, returning to the task begun earlier.
Even his fingers felt better now. It was as if the suck off had sensitized the hair follicles, and the hidden root of each pussy curl was another clit. Sighing, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she moved sensuously, a sitdown belly dancer, bringing him up hard again with the soft halves of her bottom.
"I think it's time we took these off." Doctor Bruce's free hand went to the waistband of the drawers. He inched them down her round, restless hips.
She lifted, first one cheek, then the other, making it easy for him. The veiny shaft of his dick settled in the pinched crack of her ass, and the tip throbbed at her asshole. Her sphincter breathed to take him in, to cheat her eager cunthole. "Hurry," she gasped, shifting again, bringing her vulva within reach of the fat dickhead she'd mouthed a moment before.