Before Diane and Dr. Montgomery were finished fucking, his secretary would have to cancel an afternoon's worth of appointments. Miss Perkins was well aware of her employer's unusual treatment methods, but this was the record.
At the end of the prolonged session, Diane and the doctor were on the couch, caressing each other's exhausted bodies as they spoke. They had fucked too hard and too long to be anything but completely honest with one another.
"If I'm as special and unique as you keep telling me," Diane said, "Why can't I hold on to my family? I mean, that's why I came to see you. My husband and daughter hate me."
"They don't hate you," the doctor answered patiently. "They just don't understand you. And, frankly, you're to blame."
"How do you figure it?"
"You've never completely opened up to them. Not with total honesty," Dr. Montgomery explained. "Sure, you've provided your services as a wife and mother. You've even given them your body. But your feelings, Diane. Do they know how you really feel? The true Diane?"
He paused, his dick hardening from whatever he was thinking.
"Let your family know the Diane I know," he sighed.
"Oh, you just want to fuck me again," Diane laughed, but she knew Dr. Montgomery had spoken the truth.
"Go to them," he said intensely. "Tell them how you feel – that you love them but that you've got to be yourself. They'll understand. I promise."
Diane shivered.
"I wish I could just stay here with you forever," she murmured. "Locked away from the real world."
She was so appealing – so vulnerable at that moment. Dr. Montgomery wanted to start fucking her all over again.
But he fought the urge. The doctor in him knew that it had turned out that Diane needed more than just his cock.
"You can't escape reality," he told her, "Because it lives inside of you."
"Are you trying to tell me that I make my own reality?" Diane asked.
"Yes, exactly. In the final analysis, if you want something to happen, you have to pull the strings. Happiness is our own responsibility."
The doctor's words hit home. On the spot, Diane made her decision.
She would take things in her own hands. Her family would be together again. She knew it.
CHAPTER NINE
Tom Devlin's address was a cheap motel in the crummy part of the city. Just as soon as Diane got out of the car, a wino staggered out of nowhere and demanded a handout.
When Diane fished for a quarter, the wino grabbed her purse and started running down the street. He ran right into a big, blue cop. The cop grabbed the stolen purse with one hand and swept the wino into the gutter with the other. Diane thanked him, but his response was unfriendly.
"What are you doing down here?" he gruffly asked as he returned the purse.
"Well, I…" Diane stammered.
"Whatever it is, forget about it and go back home to the suburbs," the cop said. "You know how many rapes there were in this neighborhood last week?"
Diane muttered that she didn't.
"Seven," he said. "One for every day. You wanna start off this week's box score with a knife at your throat and a strange cock in your cunt, lady?"
He rubbed her the wrong way. Diane didn't like being lectured to.
"It's a free country," she snapped.
The cop shrugged and twirled his nightstick.
"Just trying to do my duty, ma'am," he sighed. "Anyway, who knows. Even a cop can be wrong. Maybe you belong down here."
He turned and left, disappearing into the alley. Not wanting to be alone on the street any longer, Diane ran into the courtyard of Tom's motel. 4-A was Tom's room number. Diane had seen it on his forwarding address. She started to knock on the correct door, but then gave in to an impulse to try the knob. It was unlocked. She opened the door and slipped silently inside.
The room was divided by an alcove. Diane was standing in the part with the kitchenette and the television set. The bed was in the other section, barely visible in the darkness.
At first, Diane thought she was alone. Then she heard springs squeaking.
"Your cunt is so tight," a man groaned.
It was Tom.
"Fuck me with your big cock, Daddy," Beth urged her father. "It gets harder every time you put it in my pussy."
Stunned, Diane's immediate reaction was to flee. But her feet would only move in one direction. Forward, toward the bed. As Diane silently drew closer, the figures on the bed seemed to jump out in the darkness. It was as if her eyes were casting a light on them that only she could see. And suddenly, Diane could see everything. Tom was sprawled on top of Beth. His bare ass was bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. The squishing of his pumping cock in her damp pussy sounded like waves lapping against the shore.
"Ready for my cum?" Tom asked.
"Give it to me, Daddy," Beth moaned. "Fill my ass full of hot jizz."
"Hang on."
Diane could see the cheeks of Tom's ass squirming as his cock lurched in Beth's cunt. In her mind, she pictured the white cum spurting, thought she could hear it hissing.
Diane looked away, trying to free herself from the obscene spectacle. But she found herself staring into an all revealing mirror. Not only was she confronted with the reflection of her husband and daughter fucking, she was forced to stare into her own ashen face.
The effect was hypnotic. Diane slumped in front of the mirror, watching herself watch Tom fuck Beth.
Tom's cock withdrew from Beth's pussy, glistening even in the half-light. Beth grabbed for it, giggling when it slipped from her hands.
Finally, Beth jumped to her knees. Tom's prick couldn't escape now. She was stuffing it into her mouth, keeping it hard with a blow-job.
"You can't stand to see my prick soft, can you?" Tom laughed.
Beth responded with sucking noises. Her lips wriggled down the shaft of her father's cum-slicked cock.
Tom flopped back on the bed, moaning. "Oh, eat me, baby, eat me!"
Diane's view in the mirror was unblocked. Beth's mouth stroked Tom's hard-on. Her hand squeezed her father's balls, while the fingers of the other massaged his asshole.
Tom got hotter and hotter. He could no longer be passive.
"Let me fuck you in the mouth," he said to his daughter.
The bodies moved on the bed. Tom crawled on top of Beth again. Only this time his crotch was flush against her face.
Tom ground his hips in the classic motion of fucking. He was using his daughter's mouth as a pussy.
As Diane watched, she recalled the taste of Tom's cock. She found herself licking her lips, wishing it was she on the bed blowing him.
But her desire did not stop there. For the reflection in the mirror also gave her a perfect view of Beth's wide-open cunt.
Diane blacked out for a moment. When she caught up with herself, her lips were shivering from cold glass. She was kissing the mirror right on the spot where she had seen her daughter's pussy.
She pulled back, shocked by her behavior. But the lewd images in the mirror would not go away.
Nor would the burning between Diane's legs. Her cunt was on fire. As though they belonged to a stranger, she felt her fingers clawing at the crotch band of her panties. When her cunt popped free it was hot, wet and slimy.
Diane's mind made a desperate adjustment. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Beth's pussy she was fingering. Somehow it seemed more natural than lurking in the shadows and doing it to herself.
Moans of passion bubbled to Diane's lips. She was on the verge of tipping off her presence when something completely unforeseen saved her.
Something turned the blackness behind Diane's closed eyelids to a dull orange. When she blinked, a growing shaft of light from the bathroom door was bathing her face.
Somebody was coming out. They'd trip right over her if she didn't move.
Diane scooted out of the way just in time. From behind a chair, she saw a beautiful naked woman emerge from the bathroom. A natural blonde!