Standing on our front porch was Dr. Jennifer Grayson, my sex therapist, holding her small leather notebook in both hands. She nodded to me, a confident smile on her pretty face, clearly expecting me to drop everything, meaning anything I'd been doing, and talk to her.
After all, it was my sexual problem she was apparently here to help with.
“As part of your therapy, Courtney, I need to observe your home life,” she told me, her bright green eyes subtly trying to peer past me into the darkened house. “If I'd called first, it wouldn't be as…spontaneous.”
Because it was after normal hours, she wore a simple white blouse tucked into a pair of tight designer jeans, spotlessly white tennis shoes and, as always, her large oval glasses. I'll admit, she was exceptionally striking, her slender figure enhanced by the unmistakable size of her womanly breasts and the firm-looking roundness of her great ass.
“I hope this isn't an inconvenient time,” she added.
I merely stared at her from around the door, trapped. It was clear she'd noted my skimpy robe, hastily wrapped around me, and-as a trained expert-probably even the growing panic in my eyes.
Of course, there was also that subtle smell of hot pussy in the air.
“Well…” I started, awkwardly. “No one's here-my kids are staying with their father tonight, so there's no 'home life' to, uh, observe…”
She gave me a professional little smile.
“It's not even dark out, yet you've got all the drapes closed and you're almost naked,” she said. “Are you up to some sexual activity in there, a group thing with strangers, perhaps?”
I almost managed to look shocked. Almost.
“No, I'm all alone tonight,” I said. “Just me.”
She nodded, then smiled again.
“Were you masturbating?” she asked, opening her notebook and extracting a slim silver pen. “After all, we both know you're a sex addict-”
I shook my head.
“Not tonight,” I cut her off. “I've got a headache, so I'm not in the mood.”
She began to smile at my slight attempt at humor, but at that moment absolute pandemonium broke loose from the direction of the family room.
“Holy Christ!” I head my son yell. “Stop it! Stop!”
This was followed by a piercing scream from Sharon that ended abruptly with a loud strangled gasp.
“Mom, come quick!” little Lucy called out, urgently. “Sampson's knocked James down and he's fucking the Goth girl to death!”
The rapid sounds of dog barks, yipping, high childish screams and wild scuffling suddenly followed from our family room. This caused Dr. Grayson and I to trade a quick look, frozen for a scant instant, before we both rushed in to help with whatever!
At the open archway to the family room, we stopped in stunned disbelief at the sight that greeted us.
“Good Lord!” the doctor gasped, possibly surprised (maybe even shocked!) for the first time in her professional life. “My God, this is a madhouse!”
And it was.
The naked 19-year-old Sharon was still on her knees, her hands clutching desperately at the carpet as Sampson fucked her doggy-style like the wild animal he was. His paws were wrapped so tightly around her waist she could not break free, his big red cock driving furiously into her sloppy wet cunt.
“Fuck, he's killing me!” the Goth girl gasped. “Ohhh God!”
Her dark purple lipstick was smeared across her mouth from sucking off the two young brothers, her raven hair sweaty and wild, her face contorted into an intense mask of both pleasure and pain.
She did, in fact, look insane.
“But I love it!” she panted. “Fuck me, damn it, fuck me, fuck me even harder!”
James and the two younger brothers, all naked from the waist down (their skinny cocks stiff and waving about wildly) were trying to pull our dog off Sharon as we first walked in. But then they stopped trying and simply stood back.
“She loves it!” Ray announced. “He's fucking her brains out!”
“That's her cunt he's fucking,” Clifford pointed out. “Her brains are at the other end…”
“We'll all fuck her as soon as Sampson's done,” James announced. “She's got such a great pussy!”
No doubt.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Sharon kept repeating, her bare ass squirming back into Sampson as she tried to take his ramming dog-cock even deeper. “Yes, yes! I've never been fucked this good! Goddamn, I fucking love it!”
Sampson, in fact, was thrusting into her wet cunt so rapidly she was being scooted forward, inch by inch, across the carpet remnant, her knees certain to be rug-burned. It was clear to me then that, even though he was the best-trained and most obedient dog in the whole world, he had his limits.
And the Goth girl's succulent 19-year-old cunt was apparently that limit.
“This can't be happening!” Dr. Jennifer Grayson gasped, shaking her head as if the scene before her couldn't be true. “I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming…”
We both then noticed little 10-year-old Lucy in her black garter belt and crotchless panties.
She was sprawled on the carpet with her skinny bare thighs spread wide while an equally small and young Tara was holding her down, laughing crazily and pressing just the humming tip of my giant black vibrator against my daughter's wetly-parted pink cunt.
It was obvious Tara was centering the vibrating love-tool directly on my daughter's ultra-sensitive little clit.
“Mommy!” Lucy called out, panting. “Tara keeps making me come! Here I go again…oh, God, my pussy won't stop coming! Uhhhhh! Uhh!”
Both little girls were so engrossed in Lucy's multiple orgasms, but also so aroused at the sight of our canine fucking the living shit out of Sharon, that they didn't even notice my stunned therapist standing next to me.
“I can explain, Dr. Grayson,” I started, but then suddenly knew I couldn't. “Oh God, I'm so sorry…”
With a sigh of defeat, I turned to her, but then saw that her bright green eyes seemed even brighter than usual, unnaturally so. In fact, they were fixed upon our big dog frenziedly fucking Sharon. The doctor was also tightly clutching her notebook and pen, paralyzed, I guess, by the craziness before her very eyes.
“Dr. Grayson…” I asked, but she waved me aside with a vague gesture. “Doctor, are you okay…?”
She nodded numbly, as if in a trance, her expression rapt.
“I've only heard about activities like this,” she whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the complicated scene taking place in our presence. “I've never actually seen it.” She finally turned to me. “My older sister's an anthropologist and does field studies in the wild, but I've never done any such thing…”
And she turned back to the sexual 'field study' before her.
“What kind of dog is that?” she asked breathlessly, raising her pen once again. “He's a very attractive animal, isn't he?”
So I told her, but then noticed she was only going through the motions-she wasn't actually writing anything down. She nodded, though, as if fascinated by the big handsome dog humping our sweet-assed Goth guest, both of us swallowing hard when Sharon climaxed loudly, yet again.
“I'm coming, I'm coming so fucking good!” the girl panted, squirming insanely with the sick pleasure of it all. She then announced to her kid sister, “Tara, we're getting a goddamn dog the first thing tomorrow morning!”
“All right!” the half-naked little 10-year-old called out, from where she was pressing my vibrator against my groaning daughter's cunt. “But a smaller dog, so I can get fucked, too…”
“We'll see,” her big sister said, agreeing to nothing. Then, thinking, “We may actually need two dogs!”
From where Dr. Jennifer Grayson and I stood watching, it was obvious the exact moment Sampson finally ejaculated into Sharon, his low growling yips signaling his apparent relief as giant spurts of his ropy dog-cum began shooting deeply into the girl's cunt. As expected, the overload of it spilled out in a gush of thick wetness that ran down the backs of her firm young thighs.
I definitely knew that sensation.
“Oh God,” Dr. Jennifer moaned involuntarily. “Look at that!”
I looked to her closely. As in most cases, timing is everything.
“Doctor, are you aroused at seeing this?” I boldly asked her. “Is it possible your pussy's all wet?”
Without turning to me, she rather watched with astonishment as Sampson disengaged from our wildly trembling guest. His huge red cock was still hard and swollen as he pulled it free, the large knot of it wetly popping out last, and she said mostly to herself:
“It's so big-I can't believe she took the whole thing!”
“I take it all the time,” I admitted to her, which got me a quick look. “His big dog-cock, that is. And Sampson can fuck all night. I've never had a man who could keep up with him-”
Dr. Grayson swallowed hard again, nodding as if I'd admitted nothing extraordinary, then asked, “You mean he can do it again, right away?”
And that, of course, was the question of the night.
“Am I getting charged for your time here?” I wanted to know. “Or has this become more of a…personal visit?”
I could tell she was thinking about it.
“More personal than professional,” she finally admitted. “A study, I think.”
But I'd already started unbuttoning her blouse by then and, without a hint of resistance from her, unsnapped the clasp at the front of her large bra.
“Maybe a little of both…” she added. “I'll consider this field work, at no charge to you.”
When Dr. Jennifer Grayson's substantial bare breasts burst free, I took them in both hands, fondling their warmth, then leaned down and sucked at her large dark nipples. First one, as it firmed up even harder in my mouth, and then the other.
She began trembling with a series of little involuntary shudders.
“Courtney, you're my favorite patient,” the good doctor admitted. “Your erotic adventures always drive me wild-though I couldn't let you know that, of course, without violating my professional ethics.”
I kissed her full on the mouth then, my tongue hotly finding hers, then pulled away to unsnap her jeans. We were both shaky with excitement as I slid my hand into the front of her panties, easily finding her exceptionally wet cunt with my fingers.
“I've dreamed of this,” she admitted with a little gasp. “Oh, God, but it feels so wrong!”
She reached for me, though, wrong or not, helping me shrug off the skimpy robe I'd thrown on to answer the door. I stood naked before her. Her breath quickened as she touched my breasts, then squeezed each one so that my dark pink nipples stuck out pointedly for her.
“Do you want to get fucked by our big dog?” I asked. “If you don't mind waiting your turn…”
She gave me an odd little smile, reacting with the slightest little start when I wiggled my fingers in her. Her cunt was super-wet, her pubic hair damp and matted with her slick lubrication, and she jerked again as I began earnestly fingerfucking her within the confines of her opened jeans.
“Do you like that, Dr. Grayson?” I asked, squeezing her entire pubic mound as well and getting a quick little moan from her. “And, again, will you be staying for the further dog fucking tonight?”
She nodded to me.
“It's necessary for my…field work,” she announced, trembling. “I may even write a paper on it, without using any actual names, of course.”
“Of course,” I said.
Her bright green eyes, sparkling and genuinely beautiful, I noticed, went back to the action in the family room. I, of course, continued to fingerfuck her as we stood watching the lewd activity before us.
Little Tara and Lucy had moved to each side of Sampson, their small hands pulling on his still-hard dog-cock. Cheating wife and 19-year-old Goth girl Sharon was now straddling my son, James, his hard young cock buried in her slippery dog-cum-filled cunt from below while the even younger boy, Clifford, was kneeling behind her, furiously fucking her in the ass at the same time.
His brother Ray was kneeling in front of her and quickly jacking off in her face, her dark purple lipstick still smeared, her black hair wild, the Goth girl's moist tongue eagerly licking at the swollen head of his stiff little dick when his cum started jetting out in thin, erratic streams into her mouth.
“Doctor, let's get your pants off,” I said, sweetly. “So I can lick your pussy until you come…”
My sex therapist turned back to me then, all pretense of professionalism gone. At the moment, she was merely a horny little slut like me, drawn into my own dark world of depraved and unconscionable sexuality, and concerned only with getting every bit of lewd pleasure she could get.
“I'd expect no less,” she said, with a wicked smile I'd never seen before. “And, by the way, please call me Jennifer.”