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“Did you want him to do this?” I ask, kissing her again, feeling her soft body melt into mine and feeling her kissing me back, I know the answer to everything is a resounding yes. She felt the same that night as she does now because it’s me. It’s us… We’re destined to be together as man and woman. Not just in a fantasy but in real life. For all of our lives.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her in a way that sounds like I might, making her shake her head as if her life depended on it.

“No… No don't stop- I- I need your help, doctor…”

In two half steps backward, she’s slid from my arms onto her own bed. Her hands lifting her skirt as if I have strings attached to them, her virgin pussy is drenched and I curse for all the right reasons. My thick cock twitching so hard it bobs mid-air as I slump to my knees, prizing hers apart and inhaling her as long as I can before I kiss her in a way I know she can breathe and scream all she wants.

“Holy fuck-!” She exclaims, stiffening instantly and arching her back once my mouth tastes her sweet cunt for the first time- Okay, maybe second time. But first time in the flesh. It tastes like home and Lori is quick to grip my hair with both her hands, wriggling and rolling her curvy hips as I greedily lap at her essence before hooking a single finger through her panties and yanking them to one side. Thrusting my tongue fully into her quivering hole. My other fingers brush up towards her slick valley via her thighs. I can feel her ass quivering and a curious digit of mine presses her puckering asshole while my tongue plays meet and greet with her swollen bud of a clit.

Her sweet virgin pussy framed delicately with a wisp of the same blond hair that swishes on top of her head is pulsing with her need to come, and very soon. I never imagined seeing her so close, so aroused wouldn't make me explode on the spot but a new level of hardness kicks in. The kind that makes me want to fill her and fuck her for a long, long time.

This therapy session could take hours… Probably all night.

Unlike my hasty performance the first time in her parents’ yard, having her under me and tasting her properly, feeling how fucking perfect she is. I don't think my dick will ever be soft again. Not even when I piss.

The same thick finger that tugged her panties pulls them free. Tearing the shining fabric, wet with her dew easily, and finding her tiny hole just as fast. The low hum and growl of my own pleasure mixed with hers is joined by a different kind of buzzing…

Followed by the shrill but static-charged sound of a pop song ringtone from her phone.

I figure she’s ignored it and I have no plans on stopping now she's this close. One of her hands slips from my hair but the other has a firm grip, confidently guiding me to just where she needs it most. My tongue, lips, and fingers, all working the symphony of her first real climax into existence.

“Oh god… Oh my fucking god!” She cries out, making me work double time, already feeling her tense up. The sweet taste of her juices becoming rich with her impending release.

“Hmmmm” I growl in reply, finding her clenching asshole and tracing it with her own pussy juices.

“Oh my god!” She calls louder, and not with the same feeling her body’s giving off.

“Oh my god, it’s my dad! Dr. Schmidt, my dad’s trying to call me…”

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LORI

Dad’s number but it’s my mom’s voice in my ear when I manage to answer. Breathless and so close to climax I can literally feel my insides quivering. So close to the feeling I’ve craved for so long now. But instead of leaping off me, Dr. Schmidt stays right where he is, his huge hands keeping a firm grip on me as his tongue and fingers lessen the pressure he has over me, keeping the rolling boil of my impending orgasm piping hot.

He only looks up at me once, a crazed grin on his lips that tells me he's not going anywhere, no matter who’s calling. I recall it did take sixteen police officers to physically remove the man in our yard too. Are all men that determined when it comes to getting what they want?

As shocked as I am to get the call, I’m even more shocked when I answer. Expecting my dad’s voice but hearing moms confuses me long enough for her to get started without me. “Lori-? What the hell is going on with you? I just got off the phone with Becky and she said you canceled the sleepover… Said something about you being under ‘police supervision’?”

I struggle to focus on her words but I also know just how important it is to keep everyone away right now. Not just right this minute, but for the weekend I know now that Dr. Schmidt wants to spend doing what he’s started doing best.

Therapy.

I catch a low moan in my throat and clear it, waiting for a gap in Mom’s hysterics to get a word in. The calm in my voice surprises us both but draws a low, reverberating growl from Dr. Schultz as he tests my resolve, working the tip of a second finger into me. I tense up, lifting my butt higher and starting to work my way onto his stiff digits, my eyes wider than ever but my voice keeping as even as it could be given the circumstances.

Becky though. What a bitch. Can’t say I’m totally surprised and I know she'd only tell me she was looking out for me if I confronted her with it. Especially after having told her to keep it to herself. Heck, even Dr. Schmidt told her so.

“…Your father’s ready to turn us around and head back home right this minute,” Mom continues as I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. Almost letting the phone slip from my hand because it’s really the most uninteresting thing in the world now I have a way to cope with this feeling that’s possessed me.

“…This weekend isveryimportant to me young lady, so you’ve got some explaining to do,” She hisses in a near murmur. Making me recall just how Mom looked the night they took that man away. Remembering the same look of growing need in her own eyes, meaning she probably saw just as much as I did. And someone had to have called the cops, right?

“Mom-” I wheeze, “I just didn't feel like having Becky sticking her nose in-” I start to say, gasping as Dr. Schmidt finds the source of my virginity, His powerful fingers rotating inside me, pressing every pleasure center my own never could.

“Lori? Are you alright? Just tell me what's going on, will ya!?” Mom whines, my dad’s low rumble of complaint echoing through the phone too. The sound of their car telling me they haven’t even reached the hotel yet. Both mom and dad have been drifting apart lately, but they want it to work so this ‘vacation’ is supposed to be all about them doing what connected couples do. But as I remind my mom, I’m not a child and I don't need a babysitter.

Unless it’s Dr. Schmidt. He can take care of me anytime.

“I’m fine, Mom…” I try to drone unconvincingly. The shiver in my voice and the creaking of my bed sounding so loud I’m surprised she even needs to ask what's going on. Can't she hear what's happening to me here?

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