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Author's note: Katrina is still in medical school. The significance of her psychiatric training and practice will reveal itself in subsequent episodes. This is Katrina's 1 st episode (obviously), and my first story. Feedback is very welcome. I will consider it carefully. Feel free to email me directly with suggestions. If you prefer f/f only content (my personal favorite), you can skip this episode and head straight to Episode II – Her True Nature. The first two episodes are, for the most part, independent.
The adventures of Dr. Katrina Duras – Episode I: Spring Break
Chapter 1- The Faculty Party
Why on earth couldn't I be here with Jane, instead of with my parents and bored out of my mind? There's mom (sigh), drinking too much wine and surrounded by much of the male faculty, who have been having quite an evening looking down her dress. She looks pretty damn good in that little dress … tight ass, nipples clearly visible. How many other wives here look like that? Dad's not too bothered and only occasionally glances over to make sure things don't get out of hand. But by the end of the evening one of the younger faculty members has got her cornered on the semi-private patio outside the ballroom. It is poorly lit and not too visible from either inside the building or the surrounding manicured garden. She's a bit drunk (I'm being kind) and he's really pressing his case. I've been sort of following her around at a safe distance for some time now, just to check out the situation.
Jeez, let's see … I just started my spring break from med school, I'm visiting my folks at the University where my Dad has taught psychology for like forever, and where I plowed through the pre-med curriculum, I'm home a few hours, I get dragged to one of their boring faculty parties, and I already feel like I'm babysitting my mom. But I really came back home to see my sweet Jane, my former roommate, who is still living on campus. Why didn't I try to bring her to this party? Wish I'd had a little advance notice.
Well this guy starts gently tapping one of mom's nipples to gauge the response and guess what? … it gets hard. They do that, especially under the influence. She fidgets a bit but doesn't stop anything. Then he tweaks her nipple and she closes her eyes and starts to drift in and out. Now this guy is married (so is my mom!!!). I know because I was in one of his classes and he was considered a lecherous but ultimately harmless fool. I don't see his wife around, but under any set of circumstances, this behavior is unacceptable! I'm probably sounding a little prudish, but this man who is not my father is playing with my mother's nipple in public and she's enjoying it. I think I'll go over there and casually bump into them.
What the …? He's slipping his other hand under her skirt. The fucker! I'm definitely going over there right now. This has been going on way too long, I'd better step in, but as I get close I notice she is panting and starting to move her hips almost imperceptibly against his hand. Well, I can see it from all the way over here and I know what this means. Now, I'm transfixed. How is this going to play out? Oh my god! … she's got one hand on his chest for balance and is bending to her side to remove those sexy little panties she's wearing. Please somebody tell me this is not really happening.
I wish to god this were not my mother I'm watching. I'm trying hard to pretend this is someone else, because I'm not stopping it but I can't seem to keep from watching it either, and this is starting to get me … well … a little excited. She gets backed into a corner, against the rough-cut stones of the old faculty building, causing me to have to scramble to catch up. Then the mutha fucker (literally!) puts his fingers into my mom's shaved wet pussy. Shaved? Wet? Look, this just cannot be! Shaved pussies are for hot nasty sex. Shaved pussies are for men (and women) to feast on. Shaved pussies means lots of wet pussy juice and cocks and cum and toys and all that. I'm talking about my mom here! I think I'm going to have a heart attack.
But somehow I find my own fingers drifting south. I'm pretty well hidden, so I start to pull my own panties down when … BAM! … my father, a big powerful man, appears out of nowhere and slaps the guilty professor up side of his pointy little head. Oh no, here it comes, things are going to get ugly fast. Dad, grabs them both and pulls them out to the garden area, swooping up my mom's soaked panties on the fly.
I realize how drunk my mom is because she can't seem to stand or walk or run, so she is being dragged. The professor is scared out of his foolish mind but is managing to stumble along, with what I now see, is his dick hanging out of his pants. I go running, trying to stay hidden, but still not miss any of this. My dad pushes them both down hard, on the wet lawn behind some hedges. He says something I can't quite hear, but he definitely is smoldering. He pulls them back up and places them back to back and somehow ties both sets of hands together with his belt. Mom's starting to cry so he stuffs her sobbing mouth with those wet panties she had just pulled down for another man. And he walks away … what the …? They seem too damned scared to even breathe, much less run away.
In a few short minutes Dad is back with rope, undoubtedly from that coil he always seems to have in his trunk. He opens a big pocket knife and everyone's eyes get big, including mine. What's he planning on cutting off with that? To the professor's relief, he cuts off a half dozen good size pieces or rope and begins to tie them up, separately this time, then faces them in the direction of their indiscretion. Then more menacing looks and muffled orders and Dad stomps away. He's gone a long time.
I'm waiting in the bushes, crouched down, kind of sitting back on my heels. I'm not feeling sexy anymore or anything, but this position has caused my tight little skirt to ride way up and the cool air makes me realize I had successfully gotten my panties down and must have lost them in the mad dash for cover. I'm almost completely exposed as this mini doesn't really accommodate the position I'm in. But it's the least of my concerns. I stay still and quiet and much to my dismay, realize that watching my mom almost get fucked has made me wet. Jesus!
After what seems like forever, I see my dad step out on the patio pouring on the charm with the cheating professor's cute-ass wife. Now mom's sexy, I have to admit, but so is this little babe. I know this woman, quite a flirt, also attracts men like flies, and loves to show it off. She's got that cheap red lipstick on, a tight short red dress wrapped around her hot little ass, and in general really looks like a whore. And she looks good …good like hot fuckable good. She appears drunk too. She doesn't have quite the tits mom does, but she is braless and is visibly excited by the look of her nipples. She's laughing and drinking and flirting like a little slut. I try to move closer to the action.
She asks about the whereabouts of her husband and dad says he didn't look too well and went to lie down in a room off the reception area. She giggles and says he can't really drink and when he does, he can't perform. Well, isn't this an intimate thing to share with dad. The body language between these two is leading to some little slut-wife getting a good fucking, but this doesn't make sense, because … oh … I see. Dad's going to torture mom and the professor, because sitting over there behind the hedge they can see everything.
Dad whispers and teases and somehow maneuvers this slut into making the first move, as I see her reaching for my dad's dick. Lord, can I really watch all this? My head hurts. Which is going to be worse, seeing my mom's pussy or my dad's cock? I look over and the professor appears to be in some serious pain. His sweet wife is not being accosted like my mom. She's going after some dick on her own, as soon as she thinks he's out of the picture. As she's rubbing Dad's dick through his pants, she slips her little straps off her shoulder and pulls down that clingy little red dress to show off her perky tits. Nice tits. Really nice. She shakes her tits at him and gets down on one knee as she slides that zipper down and snakes that cock out. It's already hard. I can hardly believe I'm continuing to watch this. It's a nice long, thick one and this slut is sucking it into her mouth, eager as can be. She's slurping and smacking and humming on his dick. She looks like she's really enjoying it, and she's really really good at it.
What follows looks like a standard routine from a porn movie, which may be predictable, but hey, I'm not complaining. She blows him. He fucks her wet pussy from behind while she's moaning like some kind of hot dumb cunt. He fucks her hot little ass good and long, which really lights her up, then spins her around and cums in her mouth. She looks up smiling, shows him her cute little whore-mouth full of cum, swallows it all, then sticks out her tongue giggling like a school girl … well maybe like the school slut, but you get the picture. Wow! Powerful stuff. When dad's done with her, he sends her scurrying off looking for her heels and panties. The professor must be dying over there in the grass. Of course, going after my mom like that, he deserved every second of that show. But at least she's not dripping cum out of one of her holes for everyone to see, as she reenters the ballroom. Thank god for small favors. Dad goes over and kicks that asshole over on his side, leaving him tied up for the gardeners to trip over the next morning, then drags mom off to the car, pushes her in, slams the door and speeds away.
When I get home, their car's in the driveway, lights are out, no one's around. When I finally go to bed I'm just able to hear some muffled cries and whimpering coming from their room above me. Sounds like someone's getting quite a whipping.
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