But he knew that that was impossible. He could never be seen by the girl again in this town.
He watched her chasing her orgasm, her lower back hollowed, her buttocks turned up, giving Hemmings the deepest access to her cunt that she could. He eyes were half-closed, her face slightly contorted with her passion, her big, beautiful, melon breasts bumping against the back of her upper arms as she fucked her gushing pussy back onto the man's huge cock. Johnny saw her mouth open and she began to whimper as her whole lovely body shuddered in ecstasy, while Hemmings fucked her faster and faster. Her climax wracked her for a full minute. Hemmings pulled her butt back against him tight, fighting to delay his own coming.
DesirЋe let her head drop between her arms while she struggled to catch her breath. "Ugh, oooooh, Dr. Hemmings!" she gasped, swimming in sensations that still overwhelmed her thought processes. Mark was away from her and she had done it again. Again! Lost control and enjoyed sex with someone else. And with Pastor Hemmings! How could she ever go to church and meet him after this? She felt terribly wicked, but she had fallen again, into the trap of sensuality.
And then the doctor began moving again, slowly, deeply, in and out of her throbbing, clenching vagina. He sighed and groaned and soon DesirЋe was doing the same in concert with him, with the man who was making use of her traitorous cunt. Faster and faster he plunged into her delicate wetness, until she was moving with him, matching him thrust for thrust. Turning her face up, her lips parted and he leaned forward to kiss her, splurging his tongue through her mouth. And she came again, harder and longer.
The girl moved her hips in sensuous circles, her lungs working like a bellows, her nipples brushing on the leather surface of the table. Her eyes drifted to the open window, to the face of Johnny Canning and his wide, lustful eyes and a frisson of fear and shame wracked her. But her body could not stop its lewd fucking motions as her vagina clutched at the huge, pleasure-giving penis that plundered her femininity. Her gaze wavered and when she looked again, Johnny's face was gone and she thought she must have imagined it.
Hemmings clutched at her spread asscheeks, his finger prodding at her anus where his pubic hair tickled her, his hands then clawing at her tits, grabbing handfuls of her buttery, blonde hair. Fucking, thrusting! Deep, and hard. So deep inside of her!
And still he went on, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, five, six, and seven of them. It went on for another half-hour until DesirЋe's cries resounded constantly throughout the room.
"Oh, Doctor! Doctor!" she cried, her flooded vagina making lewd sucking noises around his cock as it sawed back and forth in her defiled love channel. Hemmings felt her pussy squeezing his cock like a milking fist and finally surrendered to his impulses. With a loud groan, he felt his balls explode, releasing their creamy gift of sperm into her deflowered cunt, flooding the deepest recesses of her innocent womb. It was his biggest ejaculation in years, after having tired sexually of his wife; they hardly did it anymore.
DesirЋe felt it surging into her, hot and gooey, filling her again as she had been filled the night before. She groaned at the idea that she might get pregnant, but that thought passed as her body shuddered with her final orgasm, her vagina squeezing the fertilizing penis in quick, hard spasms. The liquid sounds of sex grew louder as her hot hole expanded to accommodate his copious flow, which then backwashed out around the throbbing embedded cock to drip in gobs to the floor between her feet.
As the girl gave a cry of total fulfillment and Hemmings collapsed over her back, drained of strength even as he was drained of his semen by the beautiful young woman's precious, fresh pussy.
The two lay like that, the girl face down beneath the older, balding man, both panting for breath and bereft of any sensation but that of satisfaction. Johnny Canning watched him lie that way, DesirЋe's big tits bulging out to the sides beneath the weight of the two of them. Eventually, the doctor's massive cock softened, shrank, and slipped free of her tender, wet grip, followed by a flood of thick man cream. For a long time there was no sound but the heaving of their lungs as they hovered on the edge of slumber.
An hour later, DesirЋe came around languorously, feeling pleasantly drugged. She was alone in the doctor's office, on her side on the examining table, a clean sheet covering her otherwise nude body. Her face and head felt numb and her body still felt asleep. Her vagina tingled and glowed with the chafing if had received.
She knew what she had done, felt terribly ashamed even though her physical self felt wondrously serene and pleasant, and she was glad that Hemmings had left her to dress herself, because she didn't think she could bear to face him. She had done wrong! They had done wrong! She loved Mark and would never think of betraying him, but her body had betrayed him, for it had betrayed her. She had felt her strength leaving her as the doctor examined her, felt his caressing fingers replace moral strength with desire, and as she had lain there, paralyzed with arousal, he had entered her and made love – if that was what it was to be called – to her for the better part of an hour.
DesirЋe couldn't find her panties but the rest of her clothes were neatly arranged on the chair, and she put them on carefully, her knees unsteady. The outer office was deserted; Hemmings had discreetly left her and gone home. Not so discreet what they had done together in his office, but he had spared her the difficulty of having him see her out. Before opening the door to the street, she took a Kleenex from her purse and wiped away the white trail of sperm that was running down the inside of her thigh into her expensive shoe.
From his apartment over his office, Dr. Hemmings watched her get into her car and drive away. Her silk panties were clutched in his hand, and he rubbed at them with his thumb. Silky, like her, like her skin, her lips, her pussy. It went against everything he stood for, but he knew that he had to have her again.
He hardly noticed Johnny Canning standing across the street, smoking a cigarette and watching her departing Buick.
EPILOGUE
"Oh, Mark!" DesirЋe cried, throwing her arms around her fiancee's neck. "I thought you would never come home." Oblivious to her parents, who were standing not far away and smiling lovingly, she gave Mark her wettest, most passionate and intimate kiss, pulling herself up on him until her feet left the ground.
Laughing, Mark kissed her back. "I'll have to go away more often. If you act like this after just three days, what will you be like after next month's conference?"
Kissing him, she sniffled back her tears. "Oh, Mark darling, don't ever leave me again."
"But, baby, I've got good news."
DesirЋe's face brightened. Her father had moved up beside them and she turned to him, still squeezing Mark's hand with all her might.
"The Party's given Mark the nod," her father said. "They're going to give him their support for the State Senate. Mark's career is just beginning."
DesirЋe looked at him, then at Mark, back and forth between her parents and her fiancee. "Then we can get married, can't we? Right away. Please!"