The orgy lasted all day Saturday and Sunday. Every physical orgasm merely served to enhance Bernadette's emotional frustration, building it to the point where she had no sleep at all Sunday night.
Schoolwork became impossible and she began cutting classes. She couldn't eat or even think straight.
When her next appointment to see Dr. Fischer came due, she nearly missed it. There was something about the man that was totally unnerving. For some reason she felt he was to blame for her no longer being able to enjoy the relationship she'd developed with her family. She had gone to him for help, and he'd only worsened things.
"Miss Reese," he told her when she had entered his office and chose to lie down on his couch, "I think you should know a new psychiatrist will be handling your case as of next week."
"What?!" she asked, stunned, sitting up. "But why, Doctor?"
"For personal reasons I can no longer be of any true service to you."
"Are you going away?"
"No, I'll be continuing my practice here, but Dr. Moore, an older man, will be taking your case."
"Have I done or said anything to offend you, Doctor?"
"Not at all, Miss Reese. I've simply decided it will be more beneficial to you if Dr. Moore takes over."
"You can't, Doctor. You can't! I need you. Oh, please, you can't."
"I'm afraid I must, Miss Reese. These sessions are doing more harm than good at this point."
He was echoing her thoughts. He could read her mind. Yet he knew why she felt as she did. He hadn't wanted to tell her because he'd wanted her to find out for herself. He had even admitted she had been very close to finding out the last time she'd been there to see him. He couldn't abandon her now.
"Doctor Fischer, I need you… very much," she told him. "In fact, even though I know you'll laugh at me, I have to admit I think I've fallen in love with you."
"Many patients fall in love with their doctors."
"I know. That was why I hesitated telling you what I just did. You'd think it was just another doctor-patient infatuation. A one-sided relationship, at that."
"On the contrary, Miss Reese. It's very far from unrequited. You see, I came to the realization I was madly in love with you, and once a doctor becomes emotionally involved with a patient, he can be of no value to her."
"Love," she said, staring at him. "Could that be the answer? Is that why I actually felt an emotional orgasm the last time our hands touched?"
"I had no idea I'd affected you quite so strongly."
"You did, Doctor, you did. Tell me, is love the answer? Do I have to love someone deeply before I can feel an emotional climax?"
"It's not quite that simple, Bernadette," he answered. "After all, you love your brothers and your sister. Yet from what you seem to be going through right now, whatever relationship you did enjoy with them apparently no longer exists."
"How did you know? I never had a chance to tell you."
"It shows in your eyes. At least that's the information I read in your eyes. I could be wrong."
"You're right. I'm going insane. I don't know what to do any longer."
"You think you're going crazy? Bernadette, here you've come to me and confessed having had sex with your father, three brothers, and two utter strangers, and you aren't even twenty-one years old yet. You also show bisexual tendencies in having had a sexual relationship with your sister. Any sane man would want nothing to do with you, so I must be insane, because I'm madly in love with you and don't care if you've copulated with an elephant."
"How do you think I feel?" she asked. "Coming to this office week after week, feeling myself loving you more and more, and afraid to mention it because you seem so cold and out of reach? I do know this much. You're the cause for my having lost any and all emotional sensation when I'm with my family. Deep down you're in my thought all the time. You're embedded in my mind. I don't know what it is, but I used to feel so secure around my brothers. Now, all of a sudden, I almost feel alienated, even though they still love me very much. The only place in the world I feel any kind of emotional security is… in… this… office. My God! That's it! Security! My father made me feel extremely secure. When he died, I became frightened and felt alone unless I was safely at home, being watched over by my brothers. And now that you've given me security, I no longer have that secure feeling at home. Yes, that has to be the answer!"
"You see, Bernadette, I told you you'd find it out for yourself. And now that you know it, you'll find all mental and emotional blocks will disappear."
"No, Doctor. I'll always have those blocks. You see, I know the only person I'll ever be able to satisfactorily have sex with is the one person making me feel secure. And I'm going to prove it, here and now. Your next patient isn't due for more than fifty minutes."
"Please, Bernadette, Miss Reese," Fischer protested as Bernadette rose from the couch and went and locked the door, "this is hardly the time or place."
"Wrong, Doctor. This is definitely the time and place." She smiled a superior smile, letting him know she was taking command of the situation.
Bernadette felt her heartbeat quicken. She wanted to fuck this man. Yes, she wanted to fuck him more than she'd wanted to fuck her daddy. She wanted to fuck him as she wanted to breathe.
She unzipped her mini-dress and let it fall to the floor as Fischer's eyes bulged in his head. He was staring at her, unable to move, watching the way her firm tits bobbled slightly in the bra tightly encasing them.
She was against him, pressing her body to his, letting those solid jugs rub against his shirt. Her hands were pulling his jacket off, letting it fall. And then her hands were cupping his head, pulling his mouth to hers. Sparks crackled as they kissed, knifing her tongue past his lips, seeking his own tongue, feeling his entire body shake with lust.
Her hand was opening his zipper, tugging his enlarging prick from the confines restraining it. As his rod emerged into the open air and her fingers gripped it tightly, she squeezed, feeling it harden. His cock was a long one, all right. And it was as thick as anything any of her three brothers sported. Bernadette let her palm glide softly up and down the rigid tool, squeezing lightly as she caressed, noting his mouth was responding to hers and his hands, on her shoulders, instead of pushing her away, were pulling her closer.
Bernadette began tugging on his tingling whang, pulling him as she walked backwards until she came to the couch. Then her mouth released his as she sat and unbelted his pants. In no time she had him stepping out of his trousers and underwear as her gentle hand lightly pressed his naked, hairy thigh, moving once more to where his powerful prick-shaft stretched solidly upward. Her hand surrounded the entire shaft, her fingertips teasing the base, pressing lightly for an instant. Then her palm opened and slid across his heavy balls, lightly brushing the tickling hairs as her fingertips moved into his ass-crack.
Moving her head forward, Bernadette opened her mouth and let her full lips surround the heavy bulb of his seething knob. Her tingling tongue began slurping the ultra-sensitive cock-head in swift, rotating movements as she bobbed her head slowly back and forth, taking a little more cock into her hungering more each time, eventually taking the full length of the heavy prick. The thick, knobby head, was pushing into her throat, rubbing her gullet, and now she began increasing the speed with which her head bobbed back and forth.
She could tell he was unable to prepare himself for what was happening, and it was only moments before she felt his heavy pecker swelling in her mouth, getting ready to spurt. She didn't want him pulling out at the last second and spoiling things. Her arms wrapped themselves around his thighs as she pressed her face strongly into his crotch, letting her nose rub his hairy pelvis, inhaling his strong, delicious, masculine aroma. She began sucking with an insane urgency, afraid to let his peter get away. The warm, wet, clinging cavern of her mouth glided back and forth over and over again.
There was no way Fischer could resist her. He had dreamed about making love to her too often to back out now. He loved her, and that was all that really mattered. He hadn't taken advantage of her. He hadn't attempted to seduce her, nor did she actually attempt to seduce him. It was love.
His hands laced themselves into her long, black hair, pressing down on the back of her head, feeling wild, unbelievable thrills starting to course through him. These were feelings he had never dreamed existed. He now realized he had been as much a prisoner of physical sensation without emotion as Bernadette. He'd fucked his fair share of women in his college days, as well as after, but none had made him feel this good, and many had been accomplished cocksuckers.
It was more than skill or ability. It was love.
One of Bernadette's hands moved away from his hip. She let her fingers trickle up and dawn his hairy balls and inner thighs, while the forefinger of her other hand probed the recesses of his butt-cheeks. She found his tight asshole and began rubbing her finger gently against it, making it relax. Meanwhile her mouth continued sucking his dick wildly, and the joint sensations were the last thing needed to shatter the final obstruction to his orgasm.
Abruptly, his balls seemed to tighten even more as his weighty dong suddenly twitched in her grasping mouth. Then the damn broke. Flood after flood of thick, white, gooey jizz, pure and tasty, began throbbing out of his rod in a pulsating stream, blasting out with unbelievable force as her fingers dug deeply into the flatness of his butt.
Bernadette, tasting the heated sperm splashing into her mouth, began a vacuuming sucking, drinking the outpouring froth as her own body squirmed. Her thighs were rubbing together, pressing one labia against the other, rubbing the oversensitive clit in between, giving her an orgasm of her own. It was totally unexpected and it made her suck his spurting cock all the harder, building the thrills in his body to unendurable heights.
Even as she felt the flow diminish and eventually stop, Bernadette knew there would be more. His cock was still hard.
Rising, Bernadette began removing her bra and panties. Herb Fischer did nothing to stop her. He had gone this far. He was now fully committed to her. He removed his shirt and undershirt, and shortly the two of them were standing, facing one another, fully naked.
Reaching for her, he felt Bernadette come into his arms. His mouth came down on hers, kissing gently, then totting his tongue between her lips, carrying the thrusts of her tongue, sucking, biting, licking, feeling the pressure of her sharp, almost pointed nipples as they scratched their way across his chest.
She felt his hands gently gliding over the roller-coaster curves of her body, rubbing her buns, pressing her cunt close to the throbbing meat between his own thighs. They stood beside the couch for a short while, their mouths tightly locked together, their tongues hotly lancing back and forth.
It was Bernadette who first broke the kiss, resting her head on his shoulder, pressing her lips into his flesh, and pressing her slightly curved belly against the flatness of his stomach, sensing the protruding prick between them.
Together they sat on the edge of the sofa and he leaned toward her, kissing her lips lightly, then slowly making the kiss heavier and stronger as his hand, of its own volition, moved to touch her hot tit. Her nipple was a steel stud cutting into his palm, raking it, searing it as her hand slid along his thigh until it once again came to his cock. The instant she touched his tool she felt it twitch violently, as if her mere presence was all that was necessary to arouse him. Then her fingers once again closed very slowly and softly around the palpitating, solid shank, holding it with great care, as if afraid her grip might hurt it. She began jerking it up and down very slowly, using the tenderest care, using only the tips of her fingers. She shivered with pleasure as his hand slowly inched its way down from her full boob, along her belly, to the dense, hairy mound of her cunt. The instant his fingers moved through her lush beaver to touch the soft pink gash below, her thighs closed as if in automatic reflex. Suddenly her hand was gripping his solid cock hard, as if holding onto it for support.
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I never knew what love was until now. I love you. I swear it, I love you."
Her entire body was trembling, almost beyond control.
"God help me, but I love you more than my eyes," he confessed, moving his fingers, transmitting the message to her thighs, begging them to open. She felt his palm move down through the silken hairs on her pussy mound as his fingers sought entrance to her leaking snatch. As his fingers parted her labes, she could feel the furnace of heat coming from within her cunt. His touch was magic to her, and she melted to it, totally relaxing as his mouth sought and found hers again, kissing her hard. His tongue plunged between her lips, and as she sucked his tongue, she thrilled to the feel of his finger as it slid into her box while his thumb pressed against her oversensitive clit. He rubbed it for a while, and the tiny bud began swelling, making him rub all the harder. It was almost as if her clitoris were attempting to return the pressure he was applying to it.
Meanwhile, Bernadette thrust her body back and forth, riding the finger already plunging in and out of her hot twat. Her ass-cheeks began bouncing wildly as she humped herself back and forth, becoming aware of sensation and excitement as she'd never known them before.
Fischer made her lie down, then lay down beside her on the couch. He was excited to the point where he expected he would rape her if she suddenly changed her mind about fucking him. He was beyond the point of no return. But Bernadette had no intention of changing her mind. In fact, she wanted to fuck him rather than let him fuck her. God! She wanted him so badly her cunt began spurting blasts of juice all over his thighs, letting him know just how hot she really was.
She rolled him so he was under her, his erect cock poking holes in the air above him. Her own thighs straddled his hips, her weight on her feet as they momentarily rested on the floor on either side of the couch. She moved her body experimentally back and forth, letting the very tip of his anxious prick barely touch the softness of her labes. Her body was moving forward and back like a slow pendulum, and each time she moved, she sank a little lower. When she felt the head of his knobby prick pushing between the fur-fringed lips of her cunt, she teased him a little by retreating for an instant, then slowly settling down again.
Fischer, unable to stand the tantalizing, grabbed her round rump with both hands and held her firmly above his solid tool.
"Feels so good," she sighed. "Oh, it feels so good. Ooooaah. Yes, yes, yes! I want it!"
She was sitting upright, letting him see the way her tits bounced and jiggled, thereby filling him with even more lust. Then she sank a little lower, and the flanged point of his heavy prick pushed in a little more, barely spreading the outer lips of her soaking cunt. Both felt the sensitive presence now as she rocked the littlest bit, held in place for the most part by his hands.
And then the coral, flowerlike inner lips of her pussy began to spread as he pulled her a little lower, wedging his dick a little deeper into her cunt-hole. She tensed again, not from fear, but from the desire to let it all happen slowly. Her body shuddered with wanton desire as his thick, pulsing tool moved a bit farther into her sucking snatch. The fiery lips of her seething cunt completely surrounded and enclosed the meaty knob, much the same way her sucking lips had done a few minutes earlier, leeching, doing their best to pull the fat cock farther into her hungry hole.
Ecstatic joy made her rotate her body, feeling the swollen cock-shaft touch every tight, squeezing part of her gulping pussy. Her legs parted more widely, and her fuck-hole gripped his seething cock as if it had fingers. His unbending prick slid deeper and deeper inside, and both were gasping now. Bernadette's ass-cheeks involuntarily tightened as her body set itself for the final invasion.
"Do it, damn you," Fischer muttered, and the sound of his anxiety thrilled her, making her guts flutter.
Yes! He did love her. He wanted her. He would be hers and she would be his. He would care for her and watch over her the rest of their lives.
Her emotional self was sizzling, knowing her love for this man would give her the first of a battery of orgasms. She rocked back and forth, balanced on his palms and the soles of her feet, the moisture in her pussy so heavy it was dribbling down onto his crotch.
Unable to postpone the inevitable delight any longer, she took a deep breath then rammed her cunt down hard, screaming a "Yesssssss!"
It was a feeling beyond description. Each was completely caught up in the other, feeling the clinging wails of her cunt suddenly melt and become a part of his intruding cock, while she thrilled as the final emptiness inside her was totally and completely swept away. For an instant she thought he would come too quickly. But she didn't care. The mere feel of his cock inside her was pleasure enough. She felt completely satisfied even without the physical part of the orgasm. It was as if she'd only been part of a complete being, and now, with his prick inside her cunt, she was total.
Still sitting upright, she reached back with her fingers and began scratching lightly against his balls. At the same time she rose, then fell, rose, then fell, making his heavy cock twitch all the more violently in the tightness of her blistering cunt. The shiver of his cock seemed to transmit itself to her body, and she began shuddering as passion and desire built ever higher in her flushed pussy.
Her ass began bouncing madly now, as if she were actually jumping up and down on his solid poker, thrilling to the way it corked every last bit of empty space inside, rubbing and massaging her cunt-flesh. Her ass flew up and down with incredible speed as she gasped furiously.
Her slick twat now slid up and down the upward pistoning prong, greasing it as it moved along. She was gasping for air, unable to utter sounds she was so totally overcome by the feelings inside her. Her body swung from side to side in a mad, cadent twisting. It was coming, it was coming, it was building inside her to a height she had never before imagined as he bounced frenetically up and down, almost smashing his pelvis on each down stroke.
And then it was there, erupting from her like lava. Her cunt squeezed so tightly around Fischer's cock it all but pulled the knob right off. He thrashed, then caught her as she fell on top of him, still punching her pussy up and down, as air hissed from her lungs.
He held her tightly and pulled her flatly against him, but she rolled so much the two fell onto the floor. The rolling didn't stop there. With his cock locked into her blistering cunt up to the hilt, they rolled halfway across the room, then rolled back again as he felt his jism come squirting into her. He had fired so much the first time, when she had blown him, she was astonished he had so much more in reserve for her pussy. He blasted as if he hadn't come in a year, and she thrilled to every searing drop of his load. From now on, his was the only sperm she wanted in any part of her body.
"I love you," she whispered, crushing her lips to his, holding him tightly as her tits pillowed his hairy chest. "I adore you. I want to be yours and yours alone. Don't let go of me. Don't send me away. I know I did a lot of things you might think are bad, but I love you."
"I know," he whispered. "I know. From now on it's always going to be the two of us. I don't care what you did before. Our lives began today, only a few minutes ago."
Bernadette returned home to pack a bag, then left a note for her brothers and sister, telling them she was going off to get married. She knew they would understand.
The nightmare was over now. She had love, but, equally important, she had security. She had a man who really cared about her and only her. She would never again have to look anywhere else.