Chapter 8
As the days passed Brandi began to worry more and more about her memory loss. Why could she remember certain things but not others? Who Carla Mason was, and why she had been at her party, were still mysteries to her. And Ted, this man who was obviously her husband even though she couldn't remember a thing about their life together.
She decided that maybe she had better see her friend Ann Shaw's husband, who was a psychiatrist. At first she thought of calling Ann and having her arrange it. But then the news might get out that I'm nuts or something, she thought. I don't think I really want to go through all that.
So she decided to contact him on her own, without letting anyone know about it. Not Ann. Not Ted. Not anybody. She phoned his office and asked if she could come by there, maybe at the end of the day, after his last patient.
"It's kind of a personal thing, you know," she said over the phone. "It'll probably only take a minute."
She waited while he consulted his calendar. Bert Shaw sounded very stiff and formal over the phone. It was hard to picture him as the dashing bronzed athlete she had seen on the tennis courts once when the two couples had played doubles together.
"It looks like this evening would be best, BrandiT" he said, coming back on the line. "Oh good."
"Why don't you just drop by here about five-thirty? My secretary will have left by that time, although I don't think you'd have to worry about her really."
"I really would rather nobody knew about this, Bert," she said. "I understand. Just let yourself in and knock on my office door."
"Fine. I'll see you then."
During the rest of the day she tried not to think about it. After all, she had never been to see a psychiatrist before. She had always thought they were for people in far worse shape than herself. I just can't remember a few things, that's all. There's nothing crazy about that, is there?
When five o'clock finally arrived she drove to Bert Shaw's office. She was so nervous that she smoked two cigarettes on the way. She pulled her car up outside his office, right behind his shiny silver Mercedes. Then, crushing out a third cigarette, she walked courageously up to the door and went inside.
She found herself in a comfortable waiting room. His secretary had indeed left for the day, as he had said. The waiting room was empty. Brandi felt relieved. She had imagined herself having to smile at the secretary in such a way as to make it clear that she wasn't crazy.
She looked at the door to Bert's inner office, which had his name on it. The whole place was so quiet that she wondered if he were really in there. But the front door had still been open. He must be! she thought.
Slowly she walked over to the door and knocked on it.
"Come in, Brandi," he said from within.
Brandi opened the door and walked into his office, shutting it behind her.
"Hi," she said nervously.
She didn't know why she should be nervous. Maybe it was being alone like this with her friend Ann's husband, without Ann knowing about it. Or maybe it was because of the way Bert was looking at her. Even though it was supposed to be a professional visit, his eyes ran up and down her body shamelessly. They lingered on the swelling fullness of her tits, and on her mouth.
"Hello, Brandi," he said, getting up from behind his desk.
He came over to her, smiling broadly, and led her to a chair next to his desk. They both sat down. Again Bert stared at her tits.
Brandi found herself wondering if he had always wanted to look at her like this, but had been unable to do it because of Ann's presence. Still, he was such a virile and attractive man that she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.
"Well now, what is it that's bothering you?" Bert asked.
He folded his hands and leaned back in his chair. Brandi was so aroused by the blatant sexual currents that were flowing between them that she momentarily forgot why she was there. What's come over me lately? she asked herself. I was never like this before. Always thinking about fucking. Even with my best friend's husband! That's almost as bad as doing it with my brother!
The thought of that made her flush with shame. Bert noticed her blushing immediately.
"Is it something you're embarrassed to talk about?" he asked softly, gently.
The tone of his voice made it sound like he really did want to help. But even though she realized that fucking with her brother was horrible, Brandi quickly remembered that it wasn't that she wanted to talk to him about.
"Not really." She shook her head.
She tried to master this strange sexual yearning she seemed to feel continually nowadays. She tried to control herself long enough to explain to him what her real problem was.
"I can't help you if you won't let me know what's troubling you," Bert said warmly.
"I know," Brandi murmured. "I'm just a little confused lately, that's all. I ... I woke up at a strange house a few days ago in bed with a man I'd never seen before."
"And?"
Brandi looked at him wide-eyed. She was astonished at herself for just blurting it out like that.
"I didn't know how I got there. I had no memory of it. I still can't remember. Apparently there was a party or something. It was Car la Mason's house. I don't even know who Carla Mason is."
Bert rubbed his craggy chin and looked into her eyes deeply. Again Brandi felt the sexual humming inside her body. Her cunt tingled. She felt all warm and pliant in spite of herself, but she tried to concentrate.
"And what happened when you woke up with this strange man?" Bert asked.
That was an odd question, Brandi thought. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean did you jump right up and pull on your clothes and run out of the room screaming?"
Brandi blushed again, but she was a little angry at him for probing into her private affairs that way. Still, maybe he knew what he was doing. He was the doctor, after all.
"Certainly not," she laughed.
Bert raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly.
"Well, what would you do in that situation?" she tried to joke.
"If the girl was as beautiful as you, or even if it were you, I know what I'd do," he said.
"Bert, now you are embarrassing me," Brandi whispered.
She looked down at her hands. She could feel her body pulsing and tingling.
"You know what I'd like to do while you keep talking?" Bert said, suddenly getting up from his chair.
He came around his desk and stood in front of her, then suddenly got down on his knees. Oh my God! Brandi thought. This can't really be happening!
"Maybe you'd better not tell me," she said.
But already his firm hands were on her skirt, pushing it up her thighs. She wanted to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, but she knew exactly what he was doing. And she knew she didn't have the will to make him stop.
"I want to lick your pussy," Bert whispered.
Brandi felt her blood leap. Fiery little arrows of sweet anticipation sprayed the inisdes of her cunt. In spite of her feeling that she should resist, she helped him scrunch her skirt up around her thighs. And she lifted her ass off the chair seat so that he could slip her panties down. She felt hyponotized as she watched him lift them off her ankles.
"Bert ... do you really think we should be doing this?" she asked softly. "I mean, isn't it unethical or something?"
Already she felt his warm lips on her inner thighs. Gently he forced them apart with his hands, revealing the wet puckering seam of her aching slit.
"If you want me to stop, I will," he murmured.
His mouth crawled ever closer to her cuntlips. Brandi was panting uncontrollably. Her stomach fluttered. Her head whirled. It all felt so good! She couldn't tell him to stop! She didn't want him to stop!
"But ... but Ann's my friend!" she whimpered. "Your wife is my friend."
She didn't want to remind him, but she felt like she ought to. It didn't seem to faze Bert a bit. His fingers stroked her long shapely legs. His lips explored the satiny skin of her tawny inner thighs.
"I've wanted to eat your pussy since the first time I ever saw you, Brandi," he murmured.
"But I came here to talk about my problems," she panted.
Her ass squirmed uncontrollably as she felt his lips ascend higher and higher.
"Don't let me stop you," he murmured. "Go right ahead. I'm listening."
"Aaanngghhhhh!" Brandi sighed sharply.
His tongue slithered between the lips of her pussy. She thought she was going to come unglued with pleasure.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed.
Bert's tongue explored the wet cleft of her cunt slowly and thoroughly. He found every tiny fold and crevice of her aching pussy. And he was an expert at it. He licked and tongued her swollen cuntlips until Brandi was moaning and whimpering with helpless lust.
She had forgotten why she had initially come here. Instead she held his head lightly, pressing his mouth against her pulsing cunt, wanting this pleasure to never stop. He sucked her cuntlips between his lips and stabbed his tongue down deep into her fiery slit, tongue-fucking her until she was crying madly and biting her lips.
"Ohhhhh God!" she whimpered. "Oh God, it's so good! It's soooo good! God, yesssss! Eat me! Eat me!"
Her chair began to shake as she started trembling. But Bert held her thighs with his hands, gobbling her pussy with heightened passion now. She could feel his finger gingerly probing at the pinched-shut ring of her asshole. Ordinarily Brandi would have told anyone else to stop that.
But she felt like jelly in this man's hands. The things he was doing to her pussy with his mouth were unlike anything she had ever felt before. And he hadn't even touched her clit yet. He was building her up, building her up. She knew that if he ever touched her clit with his tongue she would explode.
The anticipation was killing. She pulled his face into her cunt, grinding her hips.
"God, fuck me, fuck me!" she panted. "Make me come! God, Bert, please! Give it to me, please!"
Suddenly she felt his finger pop into her asshole. Fiery small pains shot through her ass. But at the same instant his lips closed over her flaring clit. He began sucking her and fucking her asshole with his finger at the same time.
Brandi went to pieces. The violent uprush of her orgasm caught her completely unawares.
"OOWNNUUMMIIEEE!" she suddenly squealed. "OHHNNEEEE!"
A sharp pulsing climax wrenched her body. She nearly fell out of the chair as the spasms wracked her, but Bert held onto her. His mouth on her clit sent more and more heavenly spurts of pleasure through her. As the sharp apex of her orgasm subsided, she lay panting and slack-mouthed in the chair, totally surprised at the quick violent pleasure that had caught her.
Is this some secret that only psychiatrists know? she wondered. Nobody has ever made me come so fast before!
But now she felt him undressing her. His fingers unbuttoned her sweater. He had it and her bra off before she knew it and was pulling her down on the floor. She struggled out of her skirt as he scooped up her tits and sucked her tingling nipples greedily.
"Unnnnn," she hummed, totally consumed with lust now. "Oh yessss!"
Her fingers skittered frantically at his belt buckle. She unzipped his fly and quickly slipped her fingers under his shorts, grasping his hot twitching prick. It was a big fat one, rippling with stiff virility.
Bert tore off his shirt and pants and now they were both completely naked. He embraced her eagerly, running his hands down her back, squeezing her ass, biting her shoulder.
"Do you want to get up on the sofa?" he asked softly. "It'd be more comfortable."
"No," she panted, twining her legs around his hips. "Fuck me right here. Right now! Quickly!"
She held his fat rigid cock in both hands and carefully guided it into her hot clasping cunt hole. Her body shivered uncontrollably as the large thing penetrated her. Oh God, I love fucking! she thought. Fuck me, Bert. Just fuck me and fuck me, don't let me think about anything else!
"Oh, but we don't want it to be too quick," he whispered.
He fucked her with slow even strokes, kissing her neck and shoulders at same time.
He caressed her body everywhere while he fucked her. Maybe there was something to the psychiatrist theory, Brandi thought, feeling her body respond with blissful delight. Maybe they knew that all of you could be pleased. She certainly envied her friend Ann for getting fucked this way all the time.
And yet here he was cheating on her. And here she was, letting her friend's husband fuck her and enjoying it wildly. Now he was kissing her tits and tonguing her nipples again as he continued to fuck her. He took his stiff cock out of her pussy and rubbed the head of it against her clit until Brandi was sobbing with need.
"Ohhhnnn!" she moaned, writhing and twisting under him. "Aaangghhhnnn ... oh God, oh God!"
She knew she was close to coming again. But somehow he kept her from it. Whenever he knew she was on the verge of a fresh explosion, he tapered off for a few moments, letting the tension in her body subside. Then he would bring her up again.
Her supple body was incredibly pliant and yielding. She trembled and writhed as the bulbous head of his large cock massaged the throbbing tip of her clit. When he speared her squishy cunt hole again with the full length of it, she cried out.
"Awwoonngggg!"
Her groin leapt to meet his thrusting prick. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, clinging to him, mashing her tits against his hard chest.
"God, Bert, you fuck me so good!" she moaned into his ear. "Ungh! Owwnnggggg!"
She whimpered and howled as his large cock stabbed her aching cunt repeatedly, gouging and piercing her. The sensations were wildly intense. She could feel the initial spasms of a climax fluttering through all the tautly-stretched muscles of her twisting body.
"Oh, I'm going to come! Oh, I'm going to come!" she panted.
She pumped wildly, her thighs encircling his surging hips. Bert reached down and grabbed her asscheeks in both of his strong hands, squeezing them savagely. He fucked Brandi more violently than ever, jackhammering her cunt with his big stiff prick and squeezing her ass mercilessly at the same time.
Brandi thought she was going to die. Bert's vicious reaming of her pussy drove her into squealing paroxysms of ecstasy. The hot coming tore her to pieces.
"AANNGGHIIEEE!" she squealed, flipping and rolling as the orgasm engulfed her. "UNN-GGHHH! OH GOD! OH SHIT! UNGH!"
Bert kept fucking her until she was orgasmed out. But suddenly Brandi realized that he hadn't gone off himself yet, because he withdrew his cock from her pussy and quickly climbed up her body. He dangled the stiff pulsing prick in her face, quickly slipping it between her open lips.
Brandi was so overwhelmed by fucking that she barely knew where she was or what she was doing. But she obligingly began sucking his cock eagerly. Bert grabbed the sides of her head. His body stiffened quickly. He let out a wild groan, and rivers of warm jism exploded into Brandi's mouth.
She gulped it down and still more jumped from his throbbing prick. He pulled it out of her mouth and shot cum all over her face and her tits. Brandi watched the incredible thing continue to spurt. She had never seen any man come so much, not even her brother Johnny who seemed to be able to fuck forever without stopping.
When Bert's cock finally stopped squirting, she took it back into her mouth, caressing it warmly with her tongue, letting it slowly go limp between her lips. Then she took it out and patted it gently, smiling at him.
"How do you do it?" she whispered. "Come so much, I mean."
"It's a gift," he grinned.
"It's not the only way you're gifted," Brandi said.
"Some of my patients have told me I'm the eighth wonder of the world," Bert said.
Well, Brandi thought, at least he's not modest. But then he doesn't have much reason to be.
"Still, we didn't get much chance to talk about my problem," she said.
"Oh, a good fuck is a marvelous cure-all, I always think. Don't you?" Bert asked slyly.
"But what about my memory loss?" Brandi pouted.
"Oh well, if you insist," he said, propping his head up on one elbow to listen. He lit a cigarette. "But I'll have to start charging you from this moment on."
"I have a feeling it won't be difficult to pay your bill." Brandi smiled at him, before beginning once again to tell him her troubles.