“That was when Brenda asked me if I wanted to see it. She said Larry thought I would want to.”
“And you said yes?”
Ingrid nodded her head.
“Very naughty,” Scott said.
“Yes,’ Ingrid agreed with a lewd smile.
“When Brenda first pulled his pants and undergarment out of the way, his cock was hanging down alongside his leg, not yet fully erect. It was just fucking huge Scott. It really did look like a long snake. I sat mesmerized as Brenda stroked the snake and it grew until it was sticking straight out from his groin, it’s head angry and red.” Ingrid licked her lips as she remembered.
And what were you doing as the snake was unveiled?” Scott asked.
“Agonizing about how improper all this was and how I should tell them to stop.”
“But you didn’t, did you?” he asked.
“Oh Scott, you’d been away for so long and I was so fucking horny. No, I didn’t tell them to stop.
I’ll skip some of the details, but soon I had removed my blouse and bra and was holding out my tits out to them and rubbing my nipples. Brenda had said Snake wanted to see them.
“Like you are now?” Scott asked.
Ingrid nodded, smiling, and continued with her story:
“You can hear the detail on the tape later, but after a lot of mutual masturbation among the three of us, Brenda said she wanted to show me how she fucked Snake the first time after they had opened things up. I looked at them, knowing damn well I should tell them to stop. Instead, I agreed. They quickly stood and stripped off their remaining clothes. As they positioned themselves on the couch, I stripped off my panties and pushed my dress up around my waist, any semblance of restraint on my part gone. Snake was lying on his back with his enormous cock jutting up in the air . . .”
“Wait,” Scott interrupted. “Just how big was this cock?”
“Hmm. I didn’t really measure it, at least not with a ruler. But my guess was that it was at least 8 inches and maybe as much at 10 inches long. But it was kind of thin, sort of like a telephone pole,” she giggled and repeated herself in Swedish, “Yah a ‘telefonstolpe,’ just that. Not nearly as thick as that bludgeon you carry around, dear.”
“Oh, okay. Just a ‘telefonstolpe.’ Go on,” Scott said, apparently mollified for now.
“Where was I? Oh yes Brenda climbed on him, her knees astride his hips, and then slowly lowered herself down on him. On to his telefonstolpe.” Ingrid giggled again at the odd sounding Swedish word dropped into an English conversation about a big dick. “It took her a few minutes to adjust to his length,” Ingrid continued. “But then they spent the next 15 minutes fucking ferociously. When she finally came she was loud and obscene. It was way more erotic than any porn video I’ve ever seen.”
“And you?” Scott asked. “What were you doing all this time. Not taking notes, I hope.”
Ingrid laughed. “No, not taking notes:
“I had my legs spread obscenely, and I was masturbating furiously with three fingers in my cunt. I was close to climaxing myself. “
“And then?” Scott asked.
Ingrid smiled. That’s when I totally lost control–of my patients and myself.
“When Brenda climaxed, she collapsed forward on Snake. I could still see his gleaming fully erect cock easing slowly out of her cunt. I confess Scott, I really wanted that cock, even for just a quickie. Brenda lay there on Snake’s chest crying for a long time. Some women occasionally have that kind of emotional release after a good climax. When she recovered, she sat up and looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. She was looking directly at me, watching as I slowly stroked my pussy. Then she asked if I wanted to fuck her husband? She said she and Snake both wanted me to fuck him and that she wanted to watch me do it.
“So tempting. So, so tempting to just drop my remaining garment and replace Brenda on the snake that was now standing tall and erect from Snake’s groin. Brenda slowly stroked the gleaming member, telling, me. ‘Really Doctor Larsen. We know you want to. And Snake has been telling me for two days how much he would like to fuck you. Haven’t you Snake’?
“Snake nodded.”
” ‘And I want to sit in your chair masturbating as I watch you fuck my husband. Just like you were watching us. I know you want to know what it’s like to fuck this big cock.’ She waived it at me. ‘And I want to know what it’s like to watch someone fucking Snake’.”
“I sat in lust filled indecision. Everything Brenda had said was true. I did want to fuck that big cock, but . . . It would be so wrong in so many ways. First there was there was the matter of an undoubtedly horny husband waiting at home for me after his three week business trip . . . of course we did have an open marriage, but still . . .and then there was the question of how enjoying a romp on Snake’s cock would violate all the rules my professional association as a sex therapist governed itself by . . . but then so had much of what had already occurred in there in my office during the afternoon when I failed to intervene as my patients gradually seduced and disrobed each other . . . and I had joined them in disrobing and masturbating while I watched them. All of that was so wrong under my professional standards. Not good, not good at all, I thought, but . . . perhaps . . . perhaps, just a quickie. It really wouldn’t be going much further than I had already gone, and . . . that long gleaming cock of Snake’s looked so good. Sure, why not I thought, my brain completely replaced by the lust emanating from my loins.