Connie had never wanted anyone so badly in all her life as she wanted Dr. Parker Evans.
Now she lay, naked on the examining table, looking up into his deep blue eyes. She closed her eyes, as the man's hands came down to examine her breasts. She felt her nipples puckering under his expert manipulations, and her pussy cream flowed heavily from her tight little tunnel of love.
"Well, everything's fine there," he said. He moved down to examine her belly, and her flesh crawled with a growing pleasure, and, her pink petals of sex flesh swelled with lusty blood, as his hands moved expertly over her flat belly.
And then he moved to her love mound, to examine her pussy.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, grinning as he saw her juicing muff.
"Well, it's all your fault!" Connie gasped, blushing.
"Then we'll have to do something about it, won't we?" Dr. Evans said. Connie trembled with expectation when she heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal.
The doctor pulled out his massive manly rod, and pressed it against Connie's drooling sex ditch.. . .
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CHAPTER ONE
"I'm getting sick of tumescent twats. I wonder where all the old ladies are?"
Rita Marks laughed, as she sterilized some instruments in Dr. Evans's posh Park Avenue office.
"Speaking of tumescent twats, Lola Wright has an appointment for three."
Dr. Parker Evans stretched his six-foot-two frame luxuriously and laughed.
"Now, there's a woman."
"And you were complaining."
"The only trouble with her is, she's hard to pin down."
"When did you ever have trouble pinning her down?" Rita asked, sarcastically. "I mean, she plays the field."
"Well, so do you."
"I know. But I'd get ahead in my career if I got married. I'd have more clients. A married man is considered more trustworthy."
"Really!"
"Sweetheart, just finish sterilizing those instruments, and bring me Lola's file," Dr. Evans said, patting Rita's dimpled ass as he passed her to get some coffee from the urn in his office.
"Yes, Doctor," Rita responded.
In his office, the tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed doctor studied Lola's file. There wasn't anything wrong with her. She was a perfect specimen of nubile nymphomania.
Lola's frequent visits were occasioned by her excessive love of sexual indulgence, which often caused vaginitis-simply cured, and just as simply avoided by not fucking, as Lola had once, for almost twenty-four hours straight!
He chuckled as he read the file. Beside all the visits except the first was a red check mark.
He winced as his cock started to crawl down his thigh as he thought of the second visit, at which time she had seduced him. After that, she had seduced him regularly.
There were a lot of red check marks on Dr. Evans's files. A lot of women seduced him.
Dr. Evans was a gynecologist and he was very popular with young women, but at this point in his life he would have loved to just settle down to a wife, a couple of children, and a lucrative practice that didn't include the fringe benefit of being a stud to a lot of society women-married and unmarried. It had been fun for the first two or three years, but now it was beginning to pall on him.
Lola had been recommended by one of his other patients, a young woman named Leah Forbisher, with whom he had had an intermittent affair.
The first time, she had submitted docilely to his thorough examination, and not raised an eyebrow at the handsome doctor.. It had piqued his interest. He was used to being seduced.
She came in several weeks later.
"Well, Lola, how are you?" he asked brightly, as he walked into the examining room.
She was already undressed, and lying under the sheet, her legs up in the stirrups.
"I-I have an itch," she said. He smiled as he approached the table. He pulled the sheet off, and cursorily, but attentively examined her breasts and belly. Dr. Evans, for all his fooling around, was a good gynecologist, and he never made assumptions about anyone's physical condition.
As he palpated her breasts, he felt her nipples puckering under his expert hands. She looked at him, her green eyes bright with lust, and Dr. Evans's prick started to slither down his thigh.
He smiled down at her and then his body stiffened slightly, as she reached out and caressed his bulging crotch with the back of her hand.
Lola was a woman who always got what she wanted, and she wanted the doctor. She felt the throbbing manhood against her soft white hand, and her pussy started to cream.
"Your breasts are all right, Lola," he said, his voice husky with a growing passion.
"But my pussy's not."
Dr. Evans walked away from her hand to examine her belly. Then, finding that normal, he put on an examining glove and positioned himself at the foot of the examining table.
Lola felt her delicate pink flaps of flesh swelling, sprouting from between her plump white outer lips. She looked down at him, as he inserted a finger into her vagina to examine her.
She felt her cuntal walls closing in around his finger, and a hot gush of her juices flowed heavily from her aroused pussy.
"So far everything seems all right," Dr. Evans said. Using a speculum, he examined her vagina carefully, noting a slight redness.
He removed the speculum, and looked at her, smiling.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Just a slight case of vaginitis," he said. "I'll give you a prescription which will clear it up in a day. It's a topical infection."
Lola giggled, and caressed her belly, still gazing longingly at the doctor.
"Can you get that from too much fucking?"
Dr. Evans laughed.
"You certainly can. The membranes of your vagina are very delicate. They should be handled with care."
Looking at her lush, five-foot body, Dr. Evans winced as his balls contracted with desire.
"I need some tender loving care right now," Lola said, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Think you could handle it?"
Dr. Evans looked at her ripe, tumescent sex flesh which gleamed with her cunt honey. He didn't need a second invitation. He was used to requests of that kind.
He positioned himself at the head of the table, and unzipped the fly of his white trousers, and pulled out his massive manhood.
Lola saw the size of his prick, and gasped. Leah had not been kidding when she described his dimensions.
She shivered with pleasurable anticipation as she felt the doctor pressing his powerful prick against her creaming hole.
"Ohh!" she gasped, as he thrust inward, spreading her itching pussy walls wide. Her vaginitis wasn't so bad that she could do without sex.
Wealthy and idle, sex was her major preoccupation, and her only reason for not seducing the readily available doctor the first time was to pique his interest.
She was sure of her charms, sure of her ability to get any man she wanted, and as she felt the doctor's prick slithering into her well-oiled hole, her cuntal walls rippled with hot delight.
"Oh, good!" she gasped.
The handsome doctor bent forward, brazing his hands on the edge of the table, beside her slender, well-rounded haunches, and thrust inward. Lola's toes curled upward with hot delight, as she felt his hard, throbbing shaft digging into the teeming reaches of her cunt.
Her cream flowed more and more heavily, as he buried himself balls-deep in her sweet little snatch.
She felt his balls pressing against the sensitive flesh of her ass cheeks, felt the hairy base of his prick tickling her honeyed labia. She ground her pussy meat against his hairy pubes, and felt her clitoris popping out of its fleshy sheath.
She felt as if her cunt were on fire, as the handsome doctor started to move in her, pulling his prick out to the tip and then thrusting inward again.
Her heart beat wildly against the prison of her rib cage, as if it were a captive bird wanting to be free, and her ears rang with the blood which boiled in her veins.
As the doctor's massive prick massaged her itching pussy walls, she started to arch her hips upward, her upward strokes meshing with his inward lunges. His prick slithered into her, deeper than she had ever felt a prick before.
Her breathing came from her passion-constricted throat in harsh, rasping gasps, as she felt the heat of her body rising to a feverish pitch.
She closed her eyes, and caressed her breasts, tweaking her puckered nipples until they tingled with hot sensations.
Her insides felt as if they were melting, as the doctor's prick lunged into her over and over again.
She had never felt so stuffed in her life, and she squirmed hotly on the examining table as she felt her passion intensifying, filling her body with heated waves of bliss.
The doctor's hairy loins kept battering her sex flesh, stimulating it so that it throbbed hotly with pleasure. Her clitoris became inflamed and sent lightning-like shards of heated delight coursing through her trembling body, as the doctor fucked her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, humping up against the doctor's hairy pubes with more and more frenzy. Her lovely face flushed with unbridled lust. Behind her tightly-closed eyelids, bright flashes of light titillated her senses, and drove her crazy.
She felt her pussy walls quivering, felt her muscles tensing with pre-orgasmic tension, as the doctor continued to pump his prick in and out of her pussy.
Her juices flowed lavishly from her well-stuffed snatch and trickled down her ass crack, making a slimy pool on the leather cushion of the examining table, as she writhed in the delicious throes of a growing orgasm.
The doctor's pubic hairs became wet and matted with her fast-flowing honey as he ground into her teeming depths over and over again.
Dr. Evans felt his balls swell with a seething load of come cream. As he thrust inward, her incredibly soft, warm pussy walls massaged his throbbing, stiff prick. The heat from her fleshy nest of lust seemed to permeate his hard-driving rod, intensifying his heat until he felt as if his cock were a firebrand.
Then his balls contracted, churning up their seething load of gism. He felt the spasms start in the depths of Lola's pussy, and his asshole felt as if it were on fire.
His sphincter muscles contracted with sympathetic pleasure, and a wild tremor of passion shook his body, as he lunged into the velvety-soft, moist depths of Lola's creaming twat.
"Ahh!" Lola cried, her hips bucking upward furiously. Her dimpled, firm, round buttocks slapped against the leather cushions of the examining table with increasing speed and strength, as she writhed in the throes of her climactic convulsions.
Her flesh gleamed with sweat, and her cuntal walls convulsed hotly around Parker's hard-driving prick. The sweet spasms intensified, until her whole body quivered with the carnal upheaval which reigned in her belly.
And then she felt the doctor's come slit explode with a warm spray of spunk. His slimy juices mixed hotly with her own come cream and poured out of her quivering, overheated twat.
The doctor's prick made wet, sucking noises, as he plugged her insatiable snatch again and again.
Lola thought that her head was going to spin off her body as she squirmed and squealed with the delicious spasms which wracked her body.
At the height of her orgasm, her body stiffened, and then started to quiver again, as she continued to writhe with the fading convulsions which filled her lust-besotted flesh.
Dr. Evans emptied his hairy, pendulous balls into Lola's convulsing cunt, and then kept right on pistoning his hard prick in and out of her cunt until her body relaxed on the examining table.
"Oh, that was good, Dr. Evans," she said, licking her lips, and gazing at him adoringly.
Quivering in the aftermath of his own orgasm, Dr. Evans pulled out of Lola's tiny twat, wiped his cock and replaced it in his trousers.
He patted her belly, and grinned at her.
"Come into my office when you're dressed, and" I'll give you a prescription. Next time, don't be so enthusiastic, and you won't inflame your vagina."
Lola grinned at him.
"I don't think it matters, much, not when I have a nice doctor like you."
That session with Lola had just been the start of a long-term sexual relationship that had lasted for over a year.
Every time she came to his office, the problem was vaginitis, caused by too much fucking.
He had asked her out several times, but she had always refused to date him.
That frustrated Dr. Evans, who was deeply attracted to the delectable, petite nymphette.
At five feet, and barely a hundred pounds, Lola Wright was one of the most delicious females that Dr. Parker Evans had ever met. She was a perfect thirty-four, and she was a traffic stopper.
She had huge, green, almond-shaped eyes, and glossy, dark red hair. She was bright and witty, and always horny.
The more he saw her, the more he wanted her for his own. As he sat looking at her file, a wild idea came to him.
It might work, or it could get him into hot water.
At this stage of his career, Dr. Evans doubted very much that he would get into trouble.
His patients adored him, and so did his nurse.
His intercom buzzed.
"Yes?"
"Lola Wright is here. I put her in examining room three."
"Thank you, Rita. I'll be right with her."
His cock throbbed hotly in his pants, as he walked down the thickly-carpeted corridor to examining room three. He opened the door.
Lola hadn't even bothered to put the sheet over her creamy-white, delectable body.
Her melon-shaped, firm tits, stood proudly on her slender chest, her pink nipples already puckered and standing out from the creamy-white mounds of her tits like brand-new erasers on the tip of a pencil.
She smiled at him lustfully.
"Hello, Lola, how are you?"
Her green eyes, thickly-fringed with dark brown lashes, glowed with lust.
"I have an itch," she said.
Dr. Evans sighed, as he approached the examining table.
"Lola, you're abusing your body."
"Fuck me, Dr. Evans, and then give me a prescription."
Dr. Evans folded his hands across his powerful chest, and grinned at her.
"Haven't you had enough?"
"No," Lola lisped, her mouth pursing in a sexy grin, "I haven't, and you turn me on."
Still grining at her, Dr. Evans made a choice. It entailed a little self-denial, but for the ultimate cause, he figured it was worth it.
"No," he said.
Leaning on her elbows, Lola raised her body, her almond-shaped eyes widening with disbelief.
"No?"
"No!" Dr. Evans said.
"But why?"
"Lie down!" he barked.
Lola obeyed. However else she may have regarded the doctor, he was an authority figure, and she responded instinctively.
Dr. Evans examined her, and found that she had the usual inflammation due to excessive fucking. The very thought of it turned him on more than usual.
He even felt a little jealous.
Reaching into the drawer at the foot of the table, he pulled out four straps.
Lola was squirming with excitement, and wondering how to get the handsome doctor to fuck her, when she felt him strap one of her legs to the stirrups which raised and spread her thighs.
"Hey, what are you doing."
"Lie down!" the doctor commanded, and once again Lola did as she was told.
The doctor swiftly strapped her other leg to the stirrup, and then strapped her hands to her sides firmly, hooking the leather straps through iron loops in the examining table.
Lola looked at him, her expression a mixture of lust and growing anxiety.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked.
"Because I can't think of another way to pin you down," the doctor responded.
"Well, let me go."
"Sure-when you agree to go to dinner with me."
"No! Let me go! I have to meet someone at six, and I have to get ready. It's a real heavy date."
"You're not going to make it, babe," he said, grinning broadly at her. "I'll scream."
"Hmmm," Dr. Evans said. "I hadn't thought about that."
He went to the cabinet, and pulled down two sterilized cloths. Before Lola knew what was happening to her, he had moistened one cloth, and stuffed it in her mouth, and he had secured the cloth by tying the other cloth around her mouth, knotting it at the nape of her neck.
Now Lola looked scared.
Dr. Evans caressed her soft, quivering belly, and covered her with a sheet.
"Now, you stop and think about my advice. You fuck around too much, and some day you're going to come in here with a good case of VD. Then you'll be sorry."
"Mmmmmphh!" Lola grunted behind her gag, raising her head up, her lovely features flushed with anger.
"I'm telling you!" Dr. Evans said, shaking a finger at her. "I'm your doctor and I know what I'm talking about. You should be married and having babies."
The table shook as Lola struggled mightily, trying to release herself from the bonds the doctor had used to secure her to it.
"Now, when you decide to calm down and stop behaving so outrageously, I'll release you."
Dr. Evans left the examining room, leaving a bewildered Lola to think about what had happened to her.
She was furious, and not a little scared. Through the closed door, she heard his mellifluous, baritone voice, speaking to his nurse.
"Don't use examining room three, and don't let anyone in there."
"Yes, Doctor," the pretty nurse replied, her voice slightly muffled by the door.
Lola squirmed wildly as she tried to release the bonds that held her.
The nerve of him, she thought to herself. She didn't have to date the doctor. All she had to do was come for an appointment to get fucked by him.
And as for getting married, that was absolutely out of the question.
Lola liked a lot of sex, and a lot of variety, and she wasn't ready to settle down.
Much as she liked the handsome doctor, she wasn't ready to date him, or settle down with him, either!
She struggled until she had abraded her ankles and her wrists by rubbing them against the leather of the straps, and then she subsided.
She didn't think he would leave her here all night, and as soon as he let her go, she would give him a piece of his mind, and then find another gynecologist.
But Dr. Evans, having gone back to his office to study the file of another patient, was perfectly well aware of the fact that Lola would be furious with him, and he had no intention of letting her go.
The patient he was seeing next was not one of the women he fucked. She had definite problems, and Dr. Evans took a long time with her, and then talked to her for a while in his office.
When he had finished with her, he had a busy period for a while, and then he returned to his office to get another cup of coffee and relax.
Rita slipped into the room, grinning. "What have you done to Lola-vivisected her?"
"Why, Rita Marks! You don't think I would do anything so horrible to such a delectable creature, do you?"
Rita poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down on the chair beside the doctor's desk.
For all his popularity, sexually, with his patients, Rita was not averse to getting her nookie from him, and her hot and hungry eyes raked his body.
"What's the message?" Parker asked.
"H-U-N-G-E-R," Rita said.
"Ahh, a creaming cunt, huh?"
"Right! Just the thought of your fucking Lola turned me on."
"But I didn't fuck Lola," Dr. Evans said.
Rita leaned forward in her chair.
"What did you do!"
"I tied her up and told her to think about her sins for a while."
Rita's jaw dropped, and then she laughed. "You could get in trouble for that."
"Not if she doesn't tell."
"She will if she's mad enough." . "I'll keep her tied up long enough so that the anger dissipates," Parker replied.
"Doctor, is that any way to land your girl?"
"Can you think of a better one?"
"Tenderness and romance."
"I've tried it, and still she comes in regularly with vaginitis from over-indulgence."
"Well, I guess she's entitled to her life, too."
"We'll see."
"How long are you going to keep her tied up?"
"As long as it takes to make her change her mind."
"Dr. Evans!" Rita gasped, awe-struck. Dr. Evans smiled.
"Shut up and get undressed. You're making me horny," Dr. Evans said, rising from his chair, and locking his office door.
With his eyes glued hotly to his blond nurse, he started to remove his whites, baring a fabulous body.
Rita Marks, her pussy creaming, followed suit, taking off her starched white nurse's uniform, and then removing her slip and underwear.
Then she lay down on the couch, and squirmed hotly, waiting to feel Dr. Evans's fabulous prick plowing through her hot and hungry pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
Dr. Parker Evans walked toward the couch where the lithe form of his nurse lay, squirming under his gaze.
"Ohh, hurry up, Parker, hurry! I just can't wait," she gasped.
He laughed, and put his hands on his hips. His massive prong stood straight out from his glossy black bush, throbbing with the lusty blood which had engorged it.
Rita reached out and grasped his prick, massaging the powerful shaft of flesh.
The soft inner flesh of her thighs was sticky with the thick honey which flowed from her overheated twat, as she squirmed with desire.
"You can't wait, ehh?" the doctor laughed. The laughter made his cock lurch sexily.
Parker lay face up on the couch, his head near Rita's feet. He put his arms behind his head, as if he were going to take a nap.
"What do you think you're doing, Dr. Evans?" Rita asked, leaning her head on one hand which she had propped up on her elbow.
"Waiting for you to stop waiting. You want it so bad? Take it!"
Rita sat up, and then straddled the doctor's muscular, lean haunches.
She grasped his prick at its hairy base, and aimed his drooling cock head at her quivering, hot hole.
"That's the most gorgeous prick I've ever seen," she said, her voice husky with desire.
"Do you want to stare at it, eat it, or stuff it?" Dr. Evans asked.
"Well, let's stuff it first," Rita said.
She pressed his cock head against her honeyed hole, and started to sit down on it.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she gasped.
Dr. Evans ceased being so casual about the fucking session, and his face flushed with a growing excitement, as Rita squirmed down on his massive shaft.
"It sure does, babe," he whispered. He took his hands from under his head and braced Rita's waist, as she leaned forward, her fabulous jugs bobbing with her motions. She pressed her hands against the doctor's flat, muscular belly, as she continued to squirm downward on his prick.
She felt her pussy walls giving way before the fleshy onslaught of his lusty spear, and a hot gush of her cunt cream flowed downward, lubricating his powerful rod of flesh, and oozing out of her well-stuffed pussy to make his hairy loins wet and matted.
Squealing, she buried his prick in her wet and fleshy nest of lust, feeling his cock head prying into the teeming depths of her wet and willing womanhood.
Dr. Evans's hands moved up over her slender waist and around to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, kneading her resilient tit-flesh until it had swollen from the hot excitement which surged through it.
Her nipples puckered hotly and tingled as his sweating palms pressed into them. Even her areola puckered with the moist stimulation of his palms.
She rocked back and forth on his hairy loins, feeling them getting wetter from the syrup which flowed heavily from her tunnel of love.
"Well, start fucking, woman," Parker gasped, his voice guttural with a growing lust.
He bucked up against her with his lean hips, jarring her body so that her tits bobbed with the motion. Her creamy flesh spilled between the doctor's splayed fingers like a thick, warm ice cream.
His balls swelled with a seething load of scum as Rita started to rise and fall on his prick, driving it into the hungry, quivering depths of her cunt as she slithered down on it.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, as she started to rise and fall slowly, sensuously on his massive manhood.
Her cuntal walls rippled as the doctor's powerful shaft rubbed against her itching, tingling sex flesh, stimulating it so that it throbbed violently with her growing heat.
As she moved down on his prick, she ground her pussy lips against his wet, hairy loins, feeling the sharp tingling spikes of pleasure shoot through her, piercing her body with heated delight.
Her pink inner flesh bloated with passion, and flowered outward, throbbing lustfully, as she gyrated her hips around and around on his prick. She felt the throbbing of his massive shaft pulsating in counterpoint against her throbbing cuntal walls, as she squirmed around and around on his hairy pubes.
His hairy balls tickled the sensitive flesh of her ass cheeks, adding to the wild welter of delight which filled her young, lithe body.
She felt as if her internal organs were turning inside-out, as she rose and fell lustfully on the doctor's prick. As she rose upward, she felt a pleasant downward-rushing sensation, as if the tip of his prick were a magnet, drawing all her entrails down into her abdomen.
Her pussy walls quivered as Parker's hard, hot rod thrust inward. He grunted, and started to buck upward, his upward motions meshing with her downward thrusts.
Her snatch seemed to turn into a sucking mouth, which drew his prick deeper and deeper into her hot, creaming sex ditch.
Her little love button became inflamed. She felt it popping from its fleshy sheath. It scintillated with wild, hot sensations which made her crazy with a growing excitement.
She started to sweat, and her body gleamed with her perspiration.
Parker's hands moved down from her breasts. He started to knead her dimpled white buns, savoring the way her muscles became taut and then relaxed with her humping motions.
He winced as he felt her cuntal walls closing in around his huge wand of lust.
Rita squirmed up and down on his prick harder and faster as she felt his prick swelling in her pussy.
Hot waves of ecstasy surged through her. Her cunt closed in on itself like a soft fist and then relaxed.
Her juices cascaded out of her quivering quim faster and more hotly, as she bounced up and down on Parker's thick dick.
"Ahh, I'm coming!" she gasped.
Parker's balls contracted as they churned up their heavy load of come cream.
Rita bounced up and down on Parker's prick furiously, as her cuntal walls contracted rhythmically around his hard-driving prick. She felt his cock getting hotter, felt the tension building in her body.
Beneath her sweating palms, she felt Parker's stomach muscles turning hard as a rock, as he prepared to shoot his heavy, seething wad into her hungry cunt.
The spasms in her pussy got stronger and stronger, and finally she threw her head back, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of passion, as her orgasm peaked.
Her cunt convulsed violently and her whole body seemed to be electrified as wild ripples of heated ecstasy possessed her, and drove her crazy.
"Eeeh!" she screamed, as she felt Parker's piss slit spewing forth its thick load of warm gism. It washed against the convulsing walls of her pussy, mixed hotly with her own come cream, and gushed out of her well-stuffed, chaotic cunt.
As Parker started to ejaculate, he grasped Rita's humping body around her back, and pulled her down hard against his chest.
His cock slithered in and out of her cunt, his hairy, slimy loins bashing into her swollen, throbbing pussy meat, stimulating her clitoris until the sexy sensations drove her wild with delight.
Her breasts were flattened out against Parker's chest, as he lunged up into her furiously, emptying his balls into her quivering, creaming cunt.
Her orgasm started to fade slowly, softly, until she relaxed on top of the doctor's sweating, heaving chest. His cock was still lodged, semi-erect, in her soggy swamp of lust, and his chest heaved against her fabulous tits. Their flesh was glued together with their heat and their perspiration.
They lay there, pressed together, savoring the warm, sensual aftermath of their fucking for a while, until the phone rang, startling Rita out of her sensual delirium.
"Damn!" she muttered, rising off Parker's prick, and walking to the phone.
Parker's breath hissed through his teeth, as he watched her round, delicious buns wriggling sexily with her walk.
Reluctantly, Dr. Evans sat up and walked into his lavatory to wash up.
When he came out, Rita was writing something in his appointment book.
"Who was that?" he asked, as he started to get dressed.
"Connie Lord. She's a friend of Lola's. Lola recommended you."
"Another hot and horny woman," Dr. Evans said.
"She sounded like a hot number over the phone," Rita said.
"I better check on her. See how she's doing," the doctor said, as he slipped into his white coat. "How many more patients do I have this evening?"
"No one. Mrs. Lombard cancelled out. She says she has her period."
Dr. Evans laughed. Mrs. Lombard was one of his horniest patients.
"She shouldn't have let that stop her!" the handsome doctor said, as he walked out of his office.
Lola had stopped struggling. She felt as if time had stood still as she lay bound to the table.
And she had got over being angry. Now she was just anxious to get out of her bondage.
"Well, Lola," the doctor said, as he walked into the room, using his best bedside manner, "and how are we doing now?"
"Mmmmmph!" Lola gasped through her gag, looking pleadingly at the doctor. Her green eyes had an expression which would have extracted blood from a stone, and in spite of the fact that Dr. Evans had just fucked his delectable nurse, he felt his lusty cock coming to life again.
Dr. Evans unfastened the cloth, and then pulled the gag out of Lola's mouth. She licked her lips. He had slightly moistened the cloth so that her mouth wouldn't get too dry, but she was still distressed.
He went to the sink and got a glass of water for her, and then, cradling her head in his hand, he gave it to her.
"Now, are you going to go out to dinner with me?"
Lola looked at him, awed with his determination, and nodded her head meekly.
"Good. I'll take you to a fabulous French restaurant I know," Dr. Evans said. He released her hands and feet.
Lola sat up, still slightly awed.
"You did all that to get a date?"
"Right. I've told you, you mess around too much. I think it's time that you settled down."
"No way! But I'll go to dinner with you-as long as you take me home and fuck me afterward," she said, wistfully.
Dr. Evans merely smiled at her, and left the room, leaving Lola to dress.
Rita was preparing to close up the office when he came back to his office and changed into his suit.
"Well?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe, grinning at the doctor.
"Make a reservation at La Chatte for two, will you?" he asked.
Laughing, Rita complied.
"What time?"
Dr. Evans looked at his watch. It was almost seven.
"Make it for eight."
When Rita had left the office, Dr. Evans pulled a tube of salve out of his desk drawer.
Lola walked meekly up to his desk.
"Here. Compliments of the house," he said, handing her the tube.
Lola grinned.
"I have to make a phone call," she said. "Oh, but of course!" the doctor said. Lola dialed a number, and waited for a long time.
"He must have already left," she said, mournfully.
"Who?" Dr. Evans asked. "Lenny," Lola said. "Lenny?"
"He's the guy I had the date with tonight."
"So you stood him up!" Dr. Evans said, as he escorted the delectable redhead to the door. "It probably isn't the first time you've done that."
Lola looked at him and giggled. "You're right. I'm unscrupulous," she replied.
"Isn't it time you changed."
"Why?" she retorted.
Parker locked his office, set the alarm, and then the couple went to the street to hail a cab.
"Because, there's a time to horse around, and then there's a time to grow up."
"I'm only twenty-one, Doctor," Lola said demurely.
"That's almost too old," Parker retorted.
"Not for me, it isn't!" Lola replied.
Dinner was a pleasant affair, and afterward, Lola invited Dr. Evans to her place for a nightcap.
Dr. Evans knew exactly what Lola had in mind. His cock throbbed, fully-erect, against his trousers.
When they got to the apartment, the phone was ringing.
"Excuse me!" Lola gasped, breathlessly, rushing for the phone. Still in the hallway, Dr. Evans closed the front door, and listened to the phone conversation.
"Hello? Oh, hello, Lenny. I'm so sorry, I got held up in the doctor's office. Yes. Oh, I couldn't-not right now. I need to rest for a little bit."
As Dr. Evans eavesdropped, he heard Lola giggle, and then her voice dropped to a lower pitch.
"Well, why don't I meet you about one o'clock then? No, no, don't come here. I'll go to your place. Oh, that's all right. I'll take a cab. That's not too late for you, is it, honey?"
Dr. Evans grinned, and looked around, finding exactly what he wanted.
From a hook in the front hall, he removed a long scarf, which he stuffed into his jacket pocket.
Then he sauntered into the living room, where Lola had taken the call, clearing his throat to warn her.
"Oh, all right. Goodbye. I'll, err, talk to you later!" Lola said. She hung up the phone, and went to the bar to make the doctor a drink.
Dr. Evans sat in a comfortable arm chair, and savored his drink. He was also, savoring the mischief in Lola's eyes, her obvious restlessness. Lola needed to be taught a good lesson, and Dr. Parker Evans intended to do just that!
"Oh, thank you for recommending Connie Lord to me," the doctor said, smiling at Lola.
"Oh, that's all right. You're such a good gynecologist. They're hard to find these days," Lola replied.
She had been leaning against the bar, sipping her drink. Now she walked over to Dr. Evans's chair, and sat on his lap, squirming around on his knee a little bit.
She lowered her face for a kiss, and Parker flicked his tongue against her ripe, lower lip. Lola's delectable lips parted, and she pressed them softly, moistly, against Parker's sensual mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, feeling the doctor's tongue insinuating itself into her hot oral cavity.
She sucked on it, drawing it more deeply into her mouth, as she curled her arms around the doctor's neck.
She had been frustrated earlier when she had wanted the doctor's prick, but she had no intention of being frustrated now! As a matter-of-fact, if she could get Dr. Evans to fuck her now, she could then keep her broken date with Lenny, and Lenny was one hell of a stud.
He wasn't as good as Dr. Parker, though.
Lola kept her men in slots, and she never rearranged those slots. This would be one instance where she would have her cake and eat it, too, and Lola childishly enjoyed that state of affairs.
She felt his hand, soft on her breast, and she shivered with growing excitement.
She broke the kiss and looked hotly at the handsome doctor.
"Let's go to bed," she gasped.
Dr. Evans hooked one arm under Lola's knee, and cradled her back with his other arm. He stood up, bringing her with him.
"Point the way," the enamored doctor said.
Lola smiled and indicated the bedroom.
Parker brought her into the room, and laid her gently on the bed. Then he began to undress her.
"I've been waiting a long time for this," he said, huskily.
Lola moaned, and didn't answer him. She wasn't aware that he was talking about having her outside his office, that he meant developing a relationship with her.
She just assumed that he had been as hot and horny for her as she had been for him, while she lay bound to the examining table.
Actually, when she got over being angry, the idea of that kind of persistence in a man, enthralled her. She felt really desired, and she had had no qualms about accepting the long-standing invitation from the handsome man.
After all, he hadn't hurt her, and he was enormously sexy, and he was hung like a horse.
In a few moments, the doctor had expertly disrobed her, and was getting undressed himself.
Lola was wild with desire, and she whimpered when Parker lowered his jockey shorts, revealing his massive hard-on.
He lay down beside her and pulled her hard against his naked body.
She moaned, and pressed her lips against his, feeling his tongue snaking into her mouth between her parted teeth.
His cock throbbed against her belly, as she pressed her body hard against his. Her juices started to cascade out of her quivering, overheated cunt, as the doctor's hands caressed her body, wreaking a sweet devastation.
Goose flesh formed on her smooth, creamy-white skin, as he pushed her over onto her back, and began to suckle on her tits.
She arched her back up as she felt his lips teasing her little nipples, bringing them to puckered life. They tingled with erotic excitement, and she shivered, spreading her legs wide.
"Ohh," she gasped, as the doctor tongued his way from one tit to the other to perform the same service, "fuck me!"
Parker crouched between her spread-apart legs, and pressed his massive cock head against her quivering, tiny hole.
He looked down at her small, perfectly-proportioned, delectable body, and thrust inward, grunting.
"Aiiee!" Lola squealed. She bent her knees up, pressing her soles against the mattress, and arched upward, driving the doctor's prick deeper into her cunt.
Parker thrust inward again, his cock sliding easily into her well-oiled hole, and then he felt his balls slapping against her quivering ass cheeks.
He lowered his torso against hers, pressing her into the mattress.
"Ohh, yes!" Lola squealed, as she felt his throbbing, smooth chest flattening out her breasts. She threw her legs up in the air and wrapped them around the doctor's hard, slender waist.
The gesture exposed more of her pussy meat, causing it to spread. It was already bloated with her passion, and her clitoris felt as if it were on fire.
The doctor worked his arms under her quivering back, and pressed her hard against him, as he started to move in her, drawing his prick out to the tip, and then thrusting inward.
Like a lusty, rutting snake, his cock slithered into the teeming, moist depths of her velvet-soft sex ditch.
Lola started to pant with the passion which surged through her, as the doctor lunged into her over and over again.
Her nipples felt as if they were so stiff with excitement, that they were going to pop off her breasts, as the doctor's chest rubbed against her tit mounds, causing them to throb with excitement.
She felt as if her spine were electrified. Piercing impulses of pleasure shot through her, causing a sweet turmoil in her lust-besotted body.
She raked her fingernails over the doctor's back, as he pumped in and out of her pussy, each inward thrust battering the depths of her cunt, and swelling the heated waves of passion which seemed to possess her body.
She closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the best fucking she ever got. She felt as if her body were all cunt-a huge, juicing pussy, that sucked greedily on Dr. Evans's powerful peter.
She felt his thrusts getting hotter and harder, and knew that he was about to come.
Her grasp around his waist and neck grew tighter, as she felt the fiery pangs of a violent orgasm gripping her sex flesh.
Her cuntal walls closed in around his hard-driving dork, as the spasms of her climax shot through her like lightning.
She whimpered against Parker's mouth as he continued to fuck her furiously, his hairy balls slapping with increasing strength against her humping, quivering ass cheeks.
She ground her pussy meat hard against his hairy loins, feeling her honey coating his thick, glossy pubic pelt.
Against her right tit, his heart hammered with the same wildness that hers hammered against his right pectoral.
The throbbing sensation seemed to permeate her whole body, until the sensual excitement washed over her like a tidal wave.
She felt the convulsions take hold, seeming to grip her entire body.
She was light-headed, and actually grateful for Parker's weight pressing her into the mattress. At the height of her orgasm, which was prolonged and intense, she thought she would float off the bed.
As her orgasm peaked, she felt the soft, wet kiss of Parker's scum pouring into her convulsing cunt.
She writhed ecstatically under his hard-humping hips, as the flames of lust surged through her, consuming all her rational processes, and turning her into a mindless, rutting animal.
The heels of her feet beat against Parker's muscled buns, which rose and fell with increasing fury, as he emptied his balls into her sweet, sucking snatch.
His body collapsed on top of hers, and seemed to spread as it relaxed.
Lola squirmed under his wet flesh, as she came down from the delicious delirium which had possessed her.
"That was wonderful," she gasped, as his cock still throbbed, semi-erect in her pussy.
"Yes, it was. We'll do it again," the doctor said. He reached over the side of the bed, and fumbled with the jacket which he had thrown on the floor beside it.
She assumed that he was getting a package of cigarettes. Still lost in fleshy delight, her eyes closed, she demurred.
"Mmmmm, that would be nice, but I have to get up in the morning."
"And so you will, my love," Parker said, kissing her softly on her flushed cheek. With her eyes closed, she felt him grasp her wrists, bringing her arms up over her head.
She gasped and stiffened and her eyes shot open, as she felt the sudden binding of her wrists, the tightness caused by Parker's pulling the scarf tightly around the delicate flesh.
"What-what are you doing?" she gasped, as he secured her arms over her head to the headboard.
"We're going to sleep together tonight, darling," Parker said, slipping partially off her, but keeping his cock tightly lodged in her pussy.
"You let me go!" she gasped, getting indignant. She pulled at the silken bonds which held her on the bed, but Parker had tied the knot too tightly.
"Never," Parker said, his cock swelling in her pussy.
"Oh, noooo!" Lola moaned, thinking of her one o'clock date with Lenny. She looked at the clock. It was just after eleven.
Parker started to move in her again, and his cock felt even bigger and harder than it had felt the first time.
Lola was trapped in her own bed, and it looked as if Parker were going to fuck her to death!
Her distress faded, as the heated rills of carnal ecstasy started to flow through her body.
He was an odd one, she thought, but he could fuck better than any man she knew!
CHAPTER THREE
Parker fucked Lola all night long. He released her in the morning, early, and only because he had to go to his office.
"Shall I see you tonight?" he asked her, as he prepared to depart.
"I don't know," Lola declared.
Frustrated and indignant as she had been when he had bound her for the second time, she was thoroughly enthralled by his masterful handling of her.
"Good. I'll decide for you. You be at my office at about seven, and we'll go to dinner again. Or perhaps you'd like to see a movie?"
"There's a really good one at the Rialto," she said.
"We'll have a quick snack, then, and go to the movie. See you at seven," he replied, kissing her on her cheek.
Lola wandered around the apartment for a while, nude, and thoroughly bemused by Dr. Parker Evans.
At noon, the phone rang.
It was a very irate Lenny.
"You were supposed to be at my house at one!" he barked.
"I'm sorry, Lenny. I got, err, tied up."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, some personal business came up and I just couldn't make it."
"You could have called me!" Lennie declared. "I waited up for you."
"Oh, darling," Lola purred. "Can I make it up to you?"
"You sure can. Can I see you right now?"
Lola shivered with delightful expectation.
"Of course. Shall I make you lunch?"
"Don't bother! You know what I want. I'll take a cab and be right over!" the horny stud declared.
Lola hung up the phone, changed the sheets on the bed, and took a shower.
When Lenny rang the doorbell, she was ready for him. She answered the door in a white silk negligee which clung to her body like a second skin.
"Hey, babe, I'll forgive you anything for this!" he gasped, pulling her hard against his chest, and covering her lips with a kiss.
"Mmmmm! Let's go into the bedroom."
Lenny picked her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. As he walked, Lola took off his tie, and started to unbutton his shirt, all the while planting light, biting kisses on his face, Lenny threw her on the bed, and ripped the white silk negligee from her body. Lola didn't mind at all.
The hotter a man got for her, the more she liked it.
She squirmed, and spread her legs, fingering her pussy for Lenny's benefit as the hot and horny man took off his clothes, throwing them on the floor in his haste to get into her little honey pot.
"Ohh, nice," Lola gasped, reaching out to grasp his thick, pulsating prick, as Lenny pulled his shorts off.
"Hey, watch it!" he growled, as he kicked the shorts off his ankles. "It's loaded."
"Well, come shoot it in me," she murmured.
Lenny fell on the bed, and pulled her hard against his body.
Lola threw one of her legs up over his haunches. They were lying side by side. She reached between their bodies, and grasped Lenny's prick at its hairy base, and pressed it against her juicing cunt.
"Eeeh!" she gasped, as Lenny thrust inward powerfully. His prick slithered halfway into her pussy, spreading her cuntal walls, and stuffing her the way she liked to be stuffed.
With another violent lunge, he buried his massive, fleshy sword of lust to the hilt in her creaming cunt.
Lola squirmed against his hairy loins, mashing her passion-bloated sex flesh against Lenny's hairy loins. She felt the hairs which covered his balls rubbing against her sensitive ass cheeks, tickling her, and sending delightful shivers of carnal excitement coursing through her body.
Lenny growled and kissed her passionately, as he started to pump his prick in and out of her cunt, his hot hard shaft thrusting deeply into her teeming twat, battering against the base of her tunnel of lust.
Each inward thrust created more wildness in the pit of Lola's lust-besotted body. She felt her sweat pouring from her overheated skin, felt her heart beating furiously.
She rubbed her tits against Lenny's chest. Her nipples puckered hotly and tingled with the stimulation of the fleshy contact.
His cock rubbed against her itching, hungry pussy walls, driving her crazy with desire. She moaned against his mouth, and rocked her hips against his, mashing her pussy meat against his hairy loins, as she felt his cock slithering deeper and deeper into her hot little hole.
She started to cream heavily, her juices oozing out of her well-stuffed snatch, and pouring over Lenny's prick. His pubic hairs became wet and matted as he thrust inward, driving his cocks into the quivering, moist depths of her hungry twat.
Lenny's moved his hands to her ass cheeks and he started to knead her dimpled rump. Then he traced the curved line of her ass crack, and pushed his finger between her crack.
Lola started to moan when she felt his finger probing her asshole. The pre-orgasmic pressure which had already gripped her body, increased as his finger slithered into her dank after passage, spreading her bung hole walls and driving her crazy.
She moved her hands down to Lenny's muscular buns, and caressed the smooth flesh, kneading the hard, rippling muscles beneath his flesh. Then she returned the favor, prying her finger between his buns, and pressing the tip of it against his puckered asshole.
She pushed inward, and Lenny grunted. Her prying finger stimulated his prostate and he started to pump into her with more and more frenzy.
His balls slapped against her humping quivering ass cheeks and his finger wreaked a hot devastation in her bung hole, as she thrust her own finger to the knuckle in Lenny's shit chute. She twirled her finger around and around, and felt Lenny's cock swelling in her pussy.
Her clitoris was inflamed, and it tingled with the stimulation it was receiving as Lenny's hairy loins battered her sex flesh.
His cock was like a firebrand and it struck sparks of pleasure in Lola's pussy which seemed to turn into a wild conflagration.
Goose flesh formed on Lola's skin as she felt the first fiery pin pricks of passion gripping her sex flesh.
She bucked her hips against Lenny's hard-driving loins faster and harder, and she pumped her finger into his asshole with increasing fury, as she felt her cuntal walls closing in greedily around her lover's hard-driving prick.
Her juices flowed so heavily that Lenny's prick made wet sucking noises as he lunged into her hot little hole over and over again.
She stiffened as she felt the hot, sweet spasms gripping her cunt. It felt to the lust-besotted Lola as if her cunt had turned inside-out, as the convulsions gripped her sex flesh with increasing intensity.
Lenny's prick hammered into her pussy like a battering ram. She felt his body trembling with his own orgasmic frenzy, as she started to come wildly.
As her orgasm peaked, Lenny's prick exploded with a seething spray of scum. His gism mixed hotly with her pussy cream and flowed downward, adding to the wet sticky mess which delighted the sensual nymphomaniac.
Over and over again, Lennie thrust into her, each inward lunge depositing more of his man juice into her seething snatch.
As the convulsions intensified, Lola had the feeling that her cunt had turned into a sucking mouth that was slurping up all of Lenny's come cream, almost vacuuming his heavy load out of his balls.
They battered each other's bodies in the throes of their orgasms, and then they started to come down from the delicious delirium which had seized them.
"Ohh, that was nice, Lenny. That was worth waiting for," Lola said, pressing her trembling body against Lenny's warm, wet one.
"Yeah, babe," he said, biting her lower lip. He fucked her again before he left the bed and took a shower.
Lola just lay in the bed, wallowing in her post-orgasmic bliss. She watched Lenny dressing, as she caressed her body. She was getting horny all over again.
"Do you have to go?" she asked.
"Yes. I have things to do. But I'll pick you up about seven for dinner, all right?"
Lola's smile faded.
"No, not tonight, Lenny. I have things to do."
"What things?" Lenny asked irritably. He reached down to the floor to pick up his tie, and came up, at the same time, with Parker's billfold which had fallen out of his pants pocket.
He threw it on the bed after examining it.
"Is this what tied you up last night?" Lenny asked, putting one knee on the bed where Lola was now sitting up. She had a rueful grin on her face.
"No, Lenny, honestly. I-I had a date with him about four nights ago."
Lenny looked down at Lola and frowned.
"You know, you play around too much."
"Lenny, I have a right to live my life any way I please."
"Not when you break dates, and put off important questions, like 'Will you marry me?'. "
"Lenny, I told you before, I am not ready to get married now, and I will not be ready to get married for years! I'm going to live my life my way!"
Lenny turned to storm out of the room, and then changed his mind and returned to the bed.
"You know, you just need some handling, that's all."
Lola had lain down on the bed again. Her hands were cradling her head, and her ankles were crossed. When Lenny left she was fully determined to call another boy friend, to see if she could get some more good sex. ' "Don't be silly, Lenny."
Lenny walked to the bureau, and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out several pairs of panty hoses.
Lola sat up abruptly, glaring at her presumptuous lover.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, rising from the bed.
"I'm going to make sure you keep your date tonight," Lenny said, pushing her back on the bed.
"I already told you! I have a date tonight."
"You sure do, babe, with me!" Lenny said.
Lola tried to struggle but Lenny managed to secure her wrists over her head, tying them to the headboard with the panty hose. Then he spread-eagled her legs and secured her ankles to the footboard.
He stood up and surveyed his work.
Lola's body writhed sexily as she struggled with the bonds which held her.
"You let me go!" she shrieked, struggling wildly.
"Sure. Tonight when I pick you up for our date," Lenny said.
He left the house and went back to his office to finish his work, quite satisfied that for once he had secured the elusive Lola.
Lenny might not have done what he did, had he not picked up a magazine on bondage and discipline. He didn't think it was kinky.
He was crazy about Lola, and wanted to marry her, but Lola insisted on playing the field.
Lola was furious. She struggled with the bonds which held her, and shook the bed with the violence of her struggles.
All of a sudden the bondage was no longer enthralling. She was furious with Parker for binding her to the examining table, and she was furious with Lenny for tying her up.
Lenny had had the nerve to take her keys with him when he left, too.
By some means, Lola managed to release her wrists, although the process left her smooth skin chafed and red.
She showered, livid with rage, and then called a locksmith and changed her lock.
When the locks had been changed, she made a phone call.
"Hello, Freddie? It's Lola. Would you like to come to dinner at my place tonight? Good. I'll see you at about six."
Lola smiled, and did some shopping. Then she started to make a very good dinner. She was going to fix both Lenny and Parker. No man had a right to tell her what to do.
She didn't owe anyone anything!
At six o'clock, Freddie showed up. He was a tall, very handsome stud, a gym teacher in peak physical condition.
He kissed her and handed her a bouquet of flowers.
"It smells good, whatever it is."
"London broil. Let me have your jacket."
"How have you been? I haven't seen you for a long time."
"I know. I've been busy."
Lola sighed, and fixed Freddie a drink.
Freddie and she had dated a lot at one time, until Lola had met Lennie. Freddie had persisted in calling her, and her refusals to go out with him became more and more frequent, as she became more interested in Lenny.
Freddie was a nice guy, but he was a little on the dumb side.
"Too busy to see old friends? Or was it that new guy of yours," Freddie asked, sipping his drink.
"Well, it was that, too. Lenny's very jealous, you know. We've broken up. I changed the locks today."
Freddie seemed very encouraged by that news.
Lola excused herself to finish preparations for dinner, and then settled down to waiting. Sooner or later, Lenny was going to get what was coming to him, and that was exactly what Lola was waiting for.
They sat in her lovely dining room, eating dinner by candle light, when she heard Lenny putting the key in her lock.
Freddie looked at her and frowned.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Probably Lenny, thinking that he can come back any time he pleases, even if our split is official," she said. "Thank God I changed the locks!"
Freddie rose from the table, and put his napkin beside his plates.
"Excuse me, if you don't mind. I'll take care of that bastard."
"Well, if you insist. I'd rather not have too much noise."
"Don't worry," the well-developed gym teacher said. "I'll take care of him."
Lola followed him into the living room, and kept a safe distance, as Freddie stood in front of the door, listening to Lenny trying to get the key to work in the changed lock.
Finally Lenny gave up and started to knock on the door.
"Lola! Lola!"
It was at this point that Freddie unlocked the door and swung it open, so that Lenny staggered through it and almost fell against Freddie.
Freddie grasped him firmly by his tie and yanked him upward, slamming him against the wall.
"What. . . ? " the shocked man gasped.
"Listen, buddy, the lady doesn't want to see you any more. So take off!"
Freddie pushed Lenny through the door and then slammed it shut. Then he turned to Lola.
"My hero," she said as he walked up to her, and pulled her hard against his powerful body.
"Want to finish dinner?" Lola asked.
"Later. Right now I'd like to finish you off."
Freddie's lips covered Lola's lips with a moist, passionate kiss. She moaned as she felt his tongue slithering between her non-resisting teeth, raking the roof of her mouth.
Her body sagged against his, and she rubbed her muff against his powerful bulging crotch.
"Oh, fuck me, Freddie," she gasped, curling her arms around his neck.
Freddie picked her up and took her into the bedroom.
In moments, the couple were undressed, and writhing on the bed together. Lola never got enough sex, and she was more excited more than ever by the fact that Freddie had effectively squelched Lenny's aggressive moving-in on her.
Freddie may not have had much to talk about, but he was powerfully built and he had an indefatigable cock.
She moaned as she reached between their bodies and started to pump on his prick. She pressed her fingertip against his drooling piss slit and smeared the drop of pre-come around on his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head.
Her pussy was on fire.
"Ohh, hurry up, put it in me!" she gasped, rolling onto her back.
Freddie grunted and rolled on top of her as Lola spread her legs wide. Her pussy meat, bloated with her growing lust, flowered outward like some lurid pink blossom, glistening with the dew of her desire.
Freddie pressed his powerful prick against
Lola's quivering little hole and thrust inward.
Lola squealed and threw her legs up in the air, as she felt her pussy walls stretching before the fleshy onslaught of Freddie's prick. She squeezed her cuntal walls tightly around his prick as he thrust inward, burying himself to the hilt in her creaming cunt.
His cock head butted against the fleshy roof of her tunnel of lust, and the impact of his rod shot wild volts of pleasure through Lola's quivering, overheated body.
"Oh, it feels so good, Freddie!" she gasped, as she squirmed around on his prick.
She mashed her pussy meat against his hairy loins, feeling the hairs which covered his pendulous balls tickling the sensitive flesh of her ass.
Freddie braced himself in a push-up position, Ms arms braced on either side of her undulating body, and started to move in her.
The sight of him, hovering over her, only drove Lola crazier. She squealed and started to buck her hips up against his hairy loins, as he lunged into her, his cock pumping into her pussy powerfully, creating wild and wonderful sensations.
She looked down over the lush expanse of her body, watching her flesh ripple as she humped up and down, watched her fiery red pelt meshing with Freddie's dark bush. As his long, fat cock appeared, glistening with her juices, she reached down and squeezed it, letting go as he lunged inward again.
The sight of his prick appearing and disappearing made her wilder with lust, and she pulled her legs from around Freddie's waist, pressing the soles of her feet against the mattress to brace herself.
Her ass muscles rippled as she pushed herself upward against Freddie's down-thrusting loins. His cock lunged deeper and deeper into her quivering, overheated pussy, his hard shaft rubbing against her stimulated inner flesh, causing fiery pin-pricks of passionate pleasure to possess her.
Her juices gushed hotly from her well-stuffed snatch, and she felt the oozing out around the hairy base of Freddie's prick, trickling down her ass crack, as she humped with increasing fury against Freddie's massive prick.
Her body started to gleam with the sweat which poured from her heated body. Freddie's magnificent torso was also gleaming with a thin patina of sex sweat. His perspiration poured off his flesh and added to the wetness which gleamed on Lola's body.
She reached up and caressed Freddie's pectorals, pinching his manly nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
Freddie grunted, as she moved downward over his rippling belly, and his prick started to piston in and out of her faster and harder.
"Aiiee!" Lola screamed, as she felt the heated release building in her body. Her muscles quivered and tensed as she felt her orgasm gripping her belly, sending lightning-like flashes of bliss coursing through her.
Her pussy muscles tightened rhythmically, almost sucking the juices out of Freddie's balls, which were slapping against her humping quivering ass faster and harder.
She felt the sweet, carnal upheaval gripping her pussy, getting wilder. Her come cream flowed heavily from her stuffed snatch, and Freddie's prick started to make wet, sucking noises as he plugged her twat over and over again.
"Oooh, coming, Freddie, coming!" Lola squealed. Her body arched stiffly, her muscles almost vibrating with the wild sensations which surged through her.
Her head snapped back against the pillow as the convulsions gripped her cunt and spread outward.
Freddie slammed into her furiously, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like a pile driver, as he felt her pussy convulsing around his prick.
He winced, and a fine tremor of passion gripped his body, as he slammed into her sweet, creaming snatch furiously, his balls contracting as they churned up his heavy load of come cream.
At the height of her orgasm, Lola felt his juices flowing into her overheated snatch. The soggy sweet mess filled her pussy and oozed downward, mixing with her heavily-flowing cream and driving her wild.
"Yeah!" Freddie gasped, as he lunged into her like a mad man, emptying his balls into her sweet, sucking snatch.
Lola started to writhe again as her orgasm faded. With her eyes closed, she caressed her passion-swollen tits, pinching her nipples as she writhed in the throes of her orgasm.
When she finally came down, gasping, Freddie's powerful body collapsed on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress.
"Nice," he gasped, kissing her on her moist, parted lips.
He pulled out of her.
"So soon?"
"That's just an appetizer," Freddie said, grinning. "Let's go finish dinner, and get on with the main course."
The very idea of it caused Lola's pussy to quiver in sexual anticipation. They ate dinner nakedly, sitting opposite to each other.
There was a dark stain on Lola's chair when she finally got up. Her pussy hadn't stopped creaming once.
As they were heading back to the bedroom, the phone rang. Freddie stopped and looked at Lola, who smiled.
She knew who it was-Parker. She knew she had his wallet, but she could return that to him tomorrow. Tonight she wasn't going to give one inch to either Lenny or Parker.
She couldn't stand their dictatorial attitudes, and their coercive techniques. Lola did not intend to knuckle under to anyone, and after being tied up by both Lenny and Parker, she didn't trust them.
She let the phone ring, as she and Freddie went into the bedroom. In a few moments, with the phone still jangling in their ears, they were locked in a sixty-nine position, eating each other out.
After a while, the sound of the persistently-ringing phone became a part of the noise of Lola's ringing ears as her impassioned blood boiled in her veins.
She was feeling very smug and very happy. She had her nookie for the night, and she had also had her revenge on two very domineering men.
Since there was no dearth of men in Lola's life, she had no reason for regretting the loss of either Lenny or Parker. Of course, both of them were better-hung than any of her other boyfriends, and they were more intelligent than, say, Freddie.
But Lola was too determined to have her own way to count the cost of the loss.
With her self-assurance, her confidence in her beauty and her ability to please sexually, she wasn't terribly sure that they were lost to her anyway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Parker noticed the loss of his wallet when he arrived at his office and reached into his pants pocket to pay the cab driver.
It was a small loss. He knew where the wallet was, and assumed that Lola would bring it to the office when she came. Parker had money in the office.
Rita was already there when he came in.
"Good morning!" she exclaimed cheerily, as he walked into the reception area. "You're early."
"Give me five bucks," he said.
Rita reached into the desk drawer where the petty cash was kept and came out with the money.
"She took you for all you were worth," Rita said, grinning at Parker.
"No, I dropped it. It's somewhere in her house."
Having gone out to pay the cab driver, Parker then put on his whites, and waited for his first patient.
The morning went quickly. Parker fucked one of the patients. There was nothing wrong with her. She just needed servicing.
"You'd think these women would marry men who were more sexually compatible with them," Parker said, as he had his morning coffee between patients.
"Why do you complain?" Rita asked. "After all, it's a side practice for you."
"It was fun when I first started, but I really would like to get down to a real medical practice. The only thing wrong with nine-tenths of the women I have as patients is that they're horny."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with that," Rita said, gazing fondly at Parker.
Rita had been in love with Parker since he had hired her. But there was no stopping Parker. He was a swinging single, and if Rita knew anything, she knew that love is not a forced thing, so she went along with him, hating half the society matrons who came into the office, knowing that they were only using the doctor as a stud, and fucked him herself when she could.
"Who's my next patient?"
"The girl whom Lola recommended-Connie Lord."
Parker sighed, and grinned.
"Another case of tumescent twat."
"Parker, grin and bear it!" Rita exclaimed. "After all, you did ask for it. You didn't have to let the first one seduce you, and you don't have to service them."
"Are you trying to reform me?"
'Td be a fool to."
"You could try."
"Parker, as I said, I'm not a fool!"
The" bell which rang each time the door opened, sounded in the office. Rita put down her coffee cup, and went to the reception area.
"Good afternoon," she said, to the tall, gorgeously-built brunette. "You're Connie?"
"That's right," the young woman said. "Lola Wright recommended Dr. Evans to me."
"Would you fill out this form, and then I'll take you to an examining room."
Rita observed the young woman as she was fdling out the form. She, like most of the society women who walked through Dr. Evans's door, was formidable.
Rita spent a lot of time comparing herself to them, wondering what they had that she didn't.
Rita herself was a traffic-stopper, tall, willowy, and genuinely blond. But Dr. Evans didn't seem to know she was alive, except for a pleasant occasional fuck that was, at the same time, extremely casual.
Rita, like Dr. Evans, would have liked to settle down, and she couldn't think of anyone she wanted more to settle down with than Dr. Evans. But right now, his sights were set on the adorable nymphette, Lola Wright.
Connie finished filling out the form, and returned it to Rita.
"Will you come with me?" the nurse said, smiling at her.
Connie followed Rita down the attractively-decorated corridor to an examining room.
"Please take off your clothes, and give me a urine sample," Rita said. "There's a johnny and a sheet on the table. The doctor will be right with you."
Connie was shaking like a leaf when she took off her clothes. Lola had told her about her gynecologist, and spoken so highly of his sexual prowess that Connie became incredibly fascinated.
It was about time for her yearly check-up and she decided to kill two birds with one stone. She had to find out for herself just how good the doctor was.
Connie and Lola were close friends. Both of them went to school together. Connie and Lola frequently competed for the same men, and both of them usually got the same men!
Neither of them really cared, because neither of them had met men who really engaged their emotions enough for them to become territorial.
For all her sexual exploits, this was the craziest thing she had ever done-but then, she had been awed that Lola had done it, too.
Whoever heard of seducing a gynecologist in an examining room? The very boldness of it incited Connie to sexual riot.
Using the private lavatory attached to the examining room, Connie left her sample, and then sat on the examining table.
The beautiful nurse came in, took the sample, smiled at Connie and left. She could feel her cunt creaming as she waited for the doctor.
He finally came in and Connie's pussy creamed even harder. He was the best-looking man she had ever seen. Tall, dark, and very, very handsome, he walked over to the table.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lord," he said, his baritone voice shooting through her ears and vibrating in the depths of her aroused womanhood.
"Good afternoon, doctor."
"Anything bothering you?"
"N-noo, Doctor. Just my yearly check up. Lola Wright recommended you to me."
Connie decided that she had never in her life wanted anyone so badly as she wanted the gynecologist! Me pulled down the sheet, and started to examine her breasts.
Connie felt her nipples puckering under his skilled hands, and she closed her eyes, as her flesh crawled with pleasure.
Dr. Evans, looking at her flushed, excited face, knew exactly what she had come for, and he intended to give it to her. She was extremely beautiful, and she looked as hot as any woman who had ever come to his office looking for more than just medical attention.
"Well, everything's fine," he said. He moved down to her belly, and Connie thought she would not be able to contain herself. She clutched the sides of the table, to prevent herself from just grabbing the delicious-looking stud.
In spite of her horniness, and her real reason for being in the doctor's office, she did sense that he knew his business.
He moved from her belly down to her pussy, to examine it. Connie flushed slightly. There was no hiding her condition.
And Parker saw it.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, seeing her pussy lips swollen and glistening with her juices. He grinned.
"Well, it's all your fault," Connie said, looking at him with eyes flashing with lust.
"Then we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Parker said, cupping her muff.
Connie jumped and quivered when she felt his hand caressing her bloated pussy meat.
"I wish you would," she gasped.
Connie trembled with sexual excitement when she heard the harsh rasping of the doctor's zipper, as he pulled his fly down, and pulled out his massive manly rode.
She almost came when Dr. Evans pressed his bulbous, mushroom-shaped dick against her creaming cunt.
He thrust inward, and Connie's thighs, spread by the stirrups into which she had positioned her legs, trembled with the passion which built in her.
Dr. Evans's massive ramrod slithered into her well-oiled cunt, until he was buried to the hilt in her creaming sex ditch.
Connie smiled, thinking of the gossip she would have to share with Lola, but then her sense of victory faded, as she felt the doctor starting to move in her.
She opened her eyes, and looked down at his handsome face. She couldn't believe how huge his prick was, and the more she looked at him, the more infatuated she became with him.
Handsome as he was, well-hung as he was, he was a first-prize catch, and Connie decided right then and there that she wanted him.
She moaned, as he started to move in her, bracing his hands on either side of the table. She felt his prick move out to the tip and then thrust inward again.
Each time his prick thrust inward, she felt a fleshy explosion of pleasure which wreaked havoc with her lust-besotted body.
"Ohh!" she gasped, as the doctor's prick massaged her itching pussy walls. She trembled and started to arch her hips upward, her upward humping motions meshing with the doctor's inward lunges.
She mashed her pussy meat, already bloated with her impassioned blood, against the doctor's hairy loins. She felt her juices coating his pubic hairs, the wetness enhancing the sexual pleasure in which she writhed.
He moved his hands up from the table to caress her slender, firm thighs, and Connie wallowed in the wild welter of passion which possessed her body and inflamed her mind.
She closed her eyes, as his skilled hands played erotically with the flesh of her thighs. She bucked her hips up, meeting his downward thrusts, feeling his cock slithering into her tight little sex bitch, massaging her creaming cuntal flesh, driving her crazy.
His hands moved up to her knees. He cupped her knees with his warm, sweating palms, and then moved downward over her thighs, until his fingers were playing with her pussy hairs.
She gasped at the sensual pleasure he was giving her. Lola had been right. The doctor was good-almost too good!
She gnashed her teeth together as the sweet pleasure bubbled up in her. The delight which surged through her was hot and felt like a viscid, bubbling liquid. It swirled through the empty spaces in her belly as her sap flowed heavily around the doctor's prick.
He lunged inward slowly at first, driving Connie crazy with sweet frustration, and then he started to pump into her faster and harder.
She felt his balls, the hairs covered with the thick honey which flowed from her pussy, slapping against her quivering, rippling ass cheeks. She continued to mash her pussy meat against his groin as he plunged into the teeming depths of her pussy.
The soft liquid feeling seemed to swell her body. Her flesh was one huge pulse point, and her skin crawled with the wild excitement which possessed her.
She felt her cuntal walls tingling with a growing excitement, and her body started to go out of her rational control, as she squirmed on the examining table, pinned to the doctor's massive prick.
She started to pant heavily. The doctor's prick moved harder and faster, seeming to pierce her sex flesh more and more deeply, as his cock swelled in her cunt.
Parker grunted, and the sweat poured from his body as he pumped into Connie's teeming twat harder and faster.
Her cuntal walls gripped his hard-driving shaft, increasing the pressure pleasurably.
Parker felt as if his asshole were on fire. As his cock swelled in her teeming cunt, as his balls swelled with their seething load of come cream, his sphincter muscles clamped hard, and his bung hole tingled with sympathetic pleasure.
His spine felt as if it were electrified. Wild flashes of pleasure and impending orgasmic release shot up and down, causing the hairs at the nape of his neck to curl.
The soft flesh of her thighs, which he had been caressing, stimulated his palms so that they tingled hotly.
Connie felt as if his prick were plowing through her entire body, his cock head emerging from her passion-constricted mouth.
Her head snapped back against the leather cushions of the examining table and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, as she felt the first convulsions of her orgasm gripping her.
Her pussy seemed to turn inside-out as the powerful waves of passionate pleasure singed her mind and drove her into a sexual insanity which she wallowed in.
As her orgasm peaked, she felt the doctor's gism pouring into her overheated twat. For one moment, her heart seemed to stop and her breath caught in her throat, and then, in the fading throes of her orgasm, she was a writhing madwoman all over again.
The doctor shot the last of his wad into her creaming cunt, and withdrew his prick.
While Connie caressed her tits, and wallowed in the sweet aftermath of her orgasm, he washed off his prick and replaced it in his pants. Then he continued with his examination.
As far as he could determine, Connie was fine. He wondered, sometimes, what would happen if he told one of the horny women who came to him for servicing that they had something seriously wrong with them-just to shake them up.
Parker, however, might get annoyed with the constant, superficial demands on him, but he wasn't cruel. He couldn't do it, and Rita was absolutely correct. It took two to tango, and he had gone along with the multiple seductions. They were a pleasant fringe benefit of the job.
He looked forward to his date with Lola that evening. The delectable redhead really turned him on.
Rita left just before seven, and Parker waited. He waited and waited, and waited. Well aware that Lola didn't respect time commitment, he assumed that she would be at least half an hour late. He didn't expect her to be two hours late, but when he called her, there was no answer.
Parker wasn't put out at all.
Lola was playing her games again. He smiled. Sooner or later, she would come back, and when she did, he'd get his.
The following day, a messenger delivered his wallet.
Rita signed for it.
"What's this?"
"That's the wallet I left at Lola's house,"
Parker said, accepting the package.
"You didn't go out with her last night?"
"She never showed, and didn't answer her phone."
"Gee, I'm sorry."
"I'm not. I'll get her for that!"
"Sne may decide to get another gynecologist," Rita suggested.
"That's her loss, and I don't think she'll live without me."
Rita laughed at Parker's self confidence, but she was beginning to get discouraged about her own chances.
The more Parker played around, the more she felt her prospects dimmed. Fooling around is a lot of fun-up to a point. Beyond that point, the pleasures should pale, and if they don't, the person who's fooling around could very well become caught in a merry-go-round of sexual adventures that is hard to get off of.
What Rita didn't count on was Connie's forming a triangle with Lola which would eventually bring everything to a head.
Failing to rouse Lola, Parker went home to his apartment. He had a very large apartment with a huge terrace, overlooking the East River. He had bought it as an ideal home for himself and the wife he eventually thought he'd have.
Right now, it seemed very, very large.
He poured himself a drink, and contemplated calling Lola again. He had let the phone ring for well over five minutes. If she were that determined, calling her again wasn't the answer.
He would just have to wait and be patient.
Thoroughly bored with himself and his thoughts after about an hour, he went to a nice pub near to where he lived.
He watched the girls watching him. It amused him, and he knew, as his eyes raked the bar, that he had his choice of evening companions.
He was surprised when he heard a familiar voice at his elbow.
"Hello."
It was Connie Lord. The handsome brunette had worked her way through the crowds at the bar, and now stood beside him, her haunch pressing warmly against his haunch.
He smiled down at her, attracted to her, also piqued because she was a friend of Lola's.
"Hello, want a drink?" Parker asked.
"Love one," she replied, her voice husky.
While they drank, they talked. Connie was intelligent, and rather interesting in her way. She had, for all her wealth, a job which gave her an added dimension.
Parker forgot about Lola as he talked to the lovely Connie. Connie suggested a walk by the river, and Parker agreed. He had always loved walking, and Connie enhanced his pleasure with spritely conversation and a tacit promise of sexual pleasure to follow.
After tiring themselves out walking, Parker suggested his place and a nightcap.
"Love to. Where do you live?"
"Right over there."
Connie was impressed with the attractively decorated apartment.
"It's lovely. Did you have a decorator do it?"
"No. I did it myself."
"I like it. But why so large?"
"To save me the trouble of finding a larger place when and if I get married."
"Ahh," Connie said, her pussy creaming. Here was a man after her own heart.
Connie hadn't thought of marriage, until that particular moment, but here was a doctor who was on the way up, and he was the handsomest man that Connie had ever met, in addition to being a cocksman of no mean talent.
That in itself was more than a selling point. Connie would willingly give up the good, free, swinging life in order to live with Parker.
She accepted his invitation to stay for the night, and then made breakfast for him in the morning.
Connie had decided to launch an all-out attack on the good doctor. They both left for their respective offices, and later that afternoon, she called" Parker.
"I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had last night."
"Thank you," Dr. Evans said, grinning from ear to ear. He had had a good time as well, and he told her.
"I'm giving a dinner party next week. Just twelve people, with a few coming later for coffee and dessert. Would you like to be my co-host?" Connie asked.
Parker thought for a moment, and then agreed.
He had hoped that Lola would only stay away for a few weeks, but it wouldn't hurt to cultivate her friend. Connie would probably have social contact with Lola, and it might keep Lola's interest alive.
Parker had no idea why he was so interested in Lola. She was gorgeous, that was true, and she was sexy, but he never examined his keen determination to get her to marry him.
If he had given it any real thought, he might have come up with the conclusion that Lola was not the marrying kind, or wouldn't make a good wife for him.
In the meantime, he lived happily, grumbling constantly about the sexual demands made on him by his horny patients.
The day before Connie's dinner party, Rita got annoyed with him.
"For God's sake, if you're really interested in practicing medicine, why don't you do volunteer work at the emergency clinics at some of the city hospitals?" she asked. "You'll get plenty of practice there!"
Parker frowned, and snapped his fingers.
"That's not a bad idea! I could work at some clinic a couple of afternoons a week, and really catch up."
Rita grinned at him and shook her head. Parker made several phone calls, and set up interviews for the following week at several of the larger clinics.
The following day, he went through his usual office routine, and then went home to dress for dinner.
The party was in full swing when he arrived. Connie had a large, attractive apartment on Central Park West. It overlooked the park and the reservoir.
He was surprised to find Lola there with a tall, good-looking but somewhat dumb man, Parker discovered.
Lola's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she teased Parker mercilessly for a good part of the evening.
Parker ignored her, until the party was really going strong, and couples started to disappear into some of the rooms, overcome by lust.
He assiduously paid attention to Connie, until Connie became involved with a former lover. Parker watched her following the lover into the library at the end of the hall.
Lola was flirting with one of Connie's fellow-workers, and Freddie, the man with whom Lola had come to the party, was obviously sulking on the terrace, where he had gone with a drink.
Parker, making the rounds, filling drinks, and chatting with various people, watched Lola, until she went to the bathroom.
That was exactly what Parker was waiting for!
He followed her down the hall, and then waited outside the door while she peed. He was standing in the doorway when she swung it open, and he pushed his way inside, closing and locking the door after him.
Lola had let out a little shriek when she had seen Parker barring her way. Now she backed up toward the bathtub.
"You and I had a date a week ago," Parker said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lola shrugged.
"Something more important came up," Lola replied, obviously torn between nervousness and sexual excitement.
You could have called me, and not left me waiting."
"Well, after all, you kept me waiting. You tied me up and left me in that examining room of yours for hours!"
"You asked for it."
"I refuse to be intimidated," Lola replied, defiantly.
"I don't intend to intimidate you," Parker said, advancing on the delectable redhead, "but I do intend to teach you a lesson."
"You let me go," Lola shrieked, as Parker grabbed her.
Sitting down on the toilet seat, he forced the struggling girl onto his lap, and then used his handkerchief to gag her.
"You aren't smarter or stronger than I am," Parker said, as he started to remove her clothes. "And before you leave this party tonight, you'll know it."
Lola moaned, as the powerful doctor started to take off her clothes.
In minutes, Lola was naked, her arms tied over her head to the shower. Parker took off his clothes, and then got into the tub with her.
"Now you're going to learn that it isn't nice to make enemies."
He turned on the cold water, and laughed as Lola squirmed and squealed behind her gag as the water caressed her skin in a stinging spray.
CHAPTER FIVE
For Connie, the dinner party was a total success. She had allied herself with Dr. Parker Evans as her co-host, and she had decided to use the evening to say goodbye to a few old friends.
She was going to get the doctor if it were the last thing she did.
She had decided to invite Lola, who had not told her about her bondage session with the doctor. She wanted to see what Lola's reaction would be. Lola, as far as she could determine, was more or less indifferent.
That eased Connie's mind somewhat, because she would rather keep Lola for a friend than lose her because of their mutual competitiveness. And part of saying goodbye, as far as Connie was concerned, was indulging in a few farewell fucks with some of her ex-lovers.
Before Parker had even arrived, Tad Philbrick had made his appearance, half an hour early.
Usually Tad did the honors as co-host, and he almost always arrived early, which allowed Connie a bit of coital pleasure before dinner.
She had fucked him furiously, abandoning herself wildly to the pleasure he had to offer. His date arrived about half an hour later.
During the course of the evening, she also managed to fuck Freddie-just because he was Lola's date. She knew about him, but she had never met him before, and then she turned her attention to Paul Braden, who had been her favorite lover for years.
She waited until Parker's attention was drawn to a young, bright couple who were sitting in a corner. They attracted a small crowd who soon were talking animatedly.
She walked up to Paul, and smiled at him.
"How have you been?" she asked. Paul winked at her.
"Homy," he said, subtly tweaking one of her nipples. Connie was wearing a soft green silk dress which was so constructed in the bodice that she didn't need a bra. It showed her fabulous cleavage to magnificent advantage.
"Would you like to come into the library with me?" she asked.
"Is that an invitation to read?"
"Not really. It's just private."
"A few moments ago, it was locked."
"I know. Randy and Joan were in there. But, as you can see, they're now talking with Sylvia and John, and my co-host."
Paul's eyes veered to the doctor. Connie studied his face, trying to determine if he were jealous. But with Paul, it was always hard to tell.
Paul turned and smiled at Connie. "Nice-looking guy. How did you meet him."
"He's my new gynecologist. Lola recommended him to me."
"Is he good?"
Connie hooked her arm through Paul's arm, and steered him toward the library.
"How do you mean that?"
"Sweetheart, if he weren't good in bed you wouldn't be bothered with him. I was referring to his professional expertise."
Connie laughed.
"He appears to be good, quite thorough."
"Hmmm!" Paul mumbled, and then he laughed.
Connie locked the door to the library, and then put her arms around Paul, brushing her lips against his.
She rubbed her muff against his crotch, feeling the bulge growing, getting harder.
Paul pulled her into his arms, and his lips crushed hers, his tongue insinuating itself into her hot oral cavity.
"Mmmmm!" Connie moaned, sucking his tongue even deeper into her mouth. Her silk panties started to get soggy with the cream which flowed from her pussy.
Paul walked backward, until the back of his legs hit the couch. He broke the kiss and sat down, pulling Connie onto his lap.
With an expert motion, he unzipped the back of her dress, and slipped it off her shoulders.
Connie stood up, partially, and let the dress slide down her legs to the floor.
"Beautiful," Paul said, caressing her fabulous jugs.
She removed his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, as he caressed her tits, kneading her pink little nipples until they were stiff and tingling with hot excitement.
She started to breathe heavily as her excitement built. The excitement was a combination of anticipation with regard to Parker, and the pleasure of feeling Paul's hands caressing her tits.
Her body quivered and seemed to swell with passion. She slipped Paul's jacket off, and then his shirt. She caressed his powerful, hairy chest, and then leaned her breasts against his chest, loving the way the soft hairs tickled her warm flesh.
Paul's hard-on was now bulging from his crotch. She could feel it throbbing against the crotch of her come-stained panties.
She stood up and removed her panties, looking hotly at Paul as he braced his feet on the floor, arched his hips up, and removed his pants and jockey shorts.
His hard-on throbbed, fully-erect, and pulsating with the impassioned blood which had engorged his fleshy rod.
She knelt on the couch, her knees straddling his thighs, and moved up until her pussy was close to his prick.
She grasped his massive prick at the base, and aimed it at her drooling hole.
"Ohh!" she gasped, when his cock head pressed against her sensitive, throbbing sex flesh.
She started to lower herself on his prick, feeling her tunnel becoming distended as Paul's fat prick stuffed her tiny twat.
Her thighs trembled as she lowered herself onto his prick, feeling his cock slither deeper and deeper into her creaming cunt.
"Nice," she gasped.
Paul's face flushed with his growing passion. He placed his hands on her waist to steady her as she lowered herself onto his prick.
Finally, she felt his hairy loins rubbing against her sensitive sex flesh. Her pussy lips had swollen and they throbbed hotly with the blood which bloated the delicate flaps of flesh.
She rocked her hips back and forth, bracing herself by putting her hands on Paul's naked shoulders. She caressed his smooth skin and then ran her sweating palms down over his pectorals, teasing his nipples.
Paul brought his hands up and buried his fingers in the fleshy wealth of Connie's fabulous tits. She shivered as she felt him pulling at her nipples, pinching them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.
Her resilient flesh gave with the pressure of his pulling, making her breasts slightly conical.
She started to rise and fall on Paul's prick, feeling his hard throbbing shaft massaging her itching pussy walls.
She closed her eyes, and moved up and down faster and faster on Paul's powerful cock, as her excitement built.
"Oh, I love your cock," she gasped, her voice guttural with her raging lust.
"It suits your pussy fine," Paul gasped. He started to buck upward, jarring her body as his hairy loins slammed against her nether flesh.
She moaned and gripped his shoulders more tightly as she felt the heated pleasure building in her lust-besotted body.
She moved up until only Paul's cock head was lodged in her quivering quim, and then she slithered down slowly, her hips gyrating lasciviously as she sucked Paul's pulsating cock into her creaming snatch.
She felt as if her cunt were a seething cauldron of delight as his massive shaft spread her walls wide when she slithered down on his prick. As she rose up off his huge rod, her pussy walls closed in on each other, rippling with the erotic excitement which seethed through her womanhood.
Her juices flowed heavily downward, lubricating Paul's prick, and making a slimy pool in his hairy pubes.
As she slid downward on his pole, impaling herself deeply on his powerful rod of lust, she ground her pussy meat against his hairy loins.
Her clitoris popped out of its fleshy sheath and became inflamed with pleasure sensations of its own as his slimy-wet hairs caressed the little love button sensually.
Paul's hands moved all over her body now. She felt him hefting her fabulous breasts, and then felt his hands caressing her back, as she moved up and down on his pulsating prick faster and harder.
Her cuntal walls started to tingle hotly with growing ecstasy, and her blood seemed to boil in her veins. Her body glistened with a thin patina of sex sweat, as the heat in her body built to a feverish pitch.
She lowered her head and rested her forehead on Paul's shoulder. His hands moved softly up and down her back, kneading her rippling muscles as she continued to ream out her pussy by bouncing up and down on Paul's prick.
Paul, his feet braced on the carpet, bucked up against her, his upward motions meshing with her downward thrusts, as he felt his balls swelling and then contracting as his loins sought to churn up a seething load of gism.
"Ohh, coming!" she gasped, her hips moving up and down faster and faster, as she felt the scintillating shafts of pleasure piercing her sex flesh and then radiating outward, driving her insane with lust.
Her juices flowed faster and more copiously from her well-stuffed snatch, as Paul continued to buck up into her, driving his cock head deeper and deeper into her seething womanhood.
Connie felt his cock swell and lurch in her pussy, and her motions became frenzied as the waves of passion built higher and higher.
She let out a loud groan, as the convulsions of her climax surged through her, gripping her entrails and seeming to turn her body inside-out.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as her orgasm peaked. Her ears rang, and for a moment, she felt light-headed as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her like a tidal wave, inundating her consciousness and turning her into a wild, rutting woman.
The convulsions gripped at her inner sex flesh rhythmically, and Paul slammed into her harder and faster, his cock making wet sucking noises, as he plugged her overheated twat with increasing fury.
At the height of her orgasm, she felt his come cream spraying into her pussy, the convulsions getting stronger and stronger as his massive prick wreaked its hot, carnal devastation in her overheated snatch.
She squealed with delight as her orgasm started to fade away, slowly. Her body was wracked with delicious mini-spasms as she came down.
Paul emptied his balls into her pussy, and then he relaxed, as Connie writhed downward from the delicious delirium which had possessed her.
When the sweet spasms had subsided, she smiled at Paul and then kissed him, her moist lips caressing his lips, her tongue flicking into his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue.
Paul continued to caress her, his prick lodged, semi-erect, in the soggy swamp of her lust. Connie was quite content to rest, impaled on his prick. She squeezed her pussy muscles against his throbbing fuck muscle, and felt his cock lurch in her tunnel of love.
Paul was apparently game for another go-round, and Connie was more than willing to oblige.
In the bathroom, several people had come to the door to use it. There was no harm done, since there was another bathroom at the other end of the apartment, near the library.
Parker laughed as he saw the handle jiggling, and then heard a woman's voice in muttered complaint: "For God's sake, in the bathroom yet! With all the other rooms in this house."
The woman's feet faded away.
Parker, standing at the farther end of the tub, had watched Lola squirm and struggle in her bonds furiously. Then he had watched her as she started to shiver.
The water, as it ran on her soft, white flesh, got colder and colder, and now her lips were turning blue. Her fluffy, curly red hair hung in lank strands, and goose flesh had formed on her smooth white skin.
"If you'd stop mumbling behind that gag, you'd hear what I was saying," Parker said. The water had made his feet cold, but he had a lot more to put Lola through, and he wasn't going to back down.
He couldn't possibly have been as cold as Lola was.
"Mmph!" Lola said, her huge green eyes misty with tears, still flashing some remnants of the anger she had felt.
"Mmph, indeed!" Parker said. "You stood me up. I think it's time you grew up, and apparently the only way you become docile enough to listen to someone is when you're tied up!"
Lola's hands clenched in her bonds-a linen table napkin which Parker had been thoughtful enough to stuff in his jacket pocket before he followed Lola to the bathroom.
Lola's shaking became stronger and stronger. Now she was whimpering slightly behind the bond, so Parker was sure the lesson had been learned.
He reached over and turned off the cold spray, slightly shocked at how cold it really was.
"Now, are you listening to me?" he asked the luscious redhead.
She nodded her head vigorously.
"When you make a date with someone, you're supposed to keep it. That's the mature way to relate to other human beings. If something comes up, you call and apologize. Do you understand?"
Lola nodded, her eyes wide with awe.
"Good."
Parker reached up and with some difficulty removed the linen bonds which held Lola's swan-like arms over her head. But Lola wasn't going to get off as easily as Parker had let her off the last time.
"Sexuality is a very sensitive area in human life," Parker said, now binding her arms behind her back. "You hurt my feelings and wounded my male ego. And don't think for one minute that I didn't know you were with another man."
"Mmph!" Lola protested behind the gag.
"Don't lie to me!" Parker demanded as he forced Lola to her knees. He almost relented. Lola was shaking like a leaf, the tremors wracking her body. Her skin was ice cold and covered with goose flesh.
Parker would stroke her later. Right now, however, since his cock was fully erect, he intended that Lola was going to stroke him-with her mouth.
He pulled the gag out of her mouth, somewhat cautiously. Lola licked her lips and looked up at him, her expression not far from a child's wounded expression when. a kind, much-loved parent has punished it.
"You-you-you're m-m-meaaaannnnn!" she said, the words drawn-out because of her chattering teeth.
"No," Parker said firmly, looking straight into her tear-filled eyes. "You're mean. At your age you should know better than to play with a man's feelings the way you did! Now, you can suck me off."
"I won't!"
"All right, back under the shower again!" Parker said, attempting to stuff the gag back into Lola's mouth.
"No!" she shrieked, the shivering getting stronger. "I-I-I'll d-do it!" she gasped.
She leaned forward, opening her rosebud lips wide, and encased Parker's prick in her hot oral cavity.
She drove her tongue against his piss slit, stimulating Parker so that he almost came right then and there. He winced, as he felt the silken-soft membranes of her mouth closing in around his prick, massaging his hot shaft.
Her tongue lashed against the sensitive underside of his prick, as she moved down on his prick. Parker had a huge prick and never expected any woman to take the whole thing into her mouth, but the way Lola was working, she acted as if she intended to get the whole thing buried in her mouth.
She moved downward with little bobbing motions, her tongue never still as she laved the throbbing sides of his shaft.
Then Parker heard her starting to gulp noisily as his cock head butted against the entrance to her throat.
She moaned against his prick and the vibration shot through his body, lodging somewhere in the depths of his teeming loins, where it tingled like electricity.
He grasped thick hanks of her wet hair gently, as her mouth moved downward on his fabulous prick.
Lola was not about to renege on her cock-sucking, but she was determined that the doctor was going to learn just how good she was at it.
Confident of her skills, she lashed her tongue around his throbbing, magnificent prick, determined to take it deep into her mouth, to suck in all of it.
She started to gulp as she felt his cock head butting against the roof of her mouth, against the entrance to her throat.
Slowly, she took more and more of his prick in, feeling her throat walls stretch.
The saliva started to dribble out of the corners of her distended mouth as she took in more and more of Parker's prick, her overstuffed mouth unable to cope with it. It trickled in a gleaming trail down the corners of her chin.
Parker felt his prick swelling even more as he looked down at her trembling white back and the twin rounds of flesh of her buns, as she knelt and serviced his cock with her mouth.
His face flushed with his passion, and his mouth got dry, as he watched his prick disappear into her soft little orifice.
She took all of his cock into her mouth and then felt his hairy loins tickling her nose and throat.
She started to move up and down on his prick, taking deep breaths as his cock moved out of her mouth, until only his cock head was lodged in it. Her face became red with her efforts, as she moved up and down on his prick.
As she moved downward, she gulped noisily, furiously, letting his cock slither into the depths of her throat. Then, as she pulled off his prick, her soft cheeks became concave as she sucked on it during her upward motion.
Parker started to fuck her mouth, his strokes shallow at first, and then increasing in strength and depth, as he realized that she could take in all of his massive manhood.
He felt his asshole become inflamed with sympathetic excitement as the fires in his loins spread outward, until his whole body trembled with desire.
Still gripping the sides of her head, he rocked his hips back and forth. As his excitement grew, Lola's hard-working mouth moved faster and harder. She sucked furiously on his prick as it started to swell. Between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, she felt his prick throbbing with increased intensity.
She closed her eyes, hoping that he would reciprocate. Her pussy lips had swollen and tingled maddeningly as she serviced his prick. Her breasts swelled and throbbed, as she inhaled the musky aroma of his aroused manhood.
Her mouth moved with increasing fervor over Parker's magnificent manhood. She reached under his powerful penis, and grasped his balls, and started to knead them, savoring the feeling of the hard nuts encased in his twin sacs of flesh.
Parker's grip on her head tightened still more, and he started to fuck her mouth with increasing fury, making his strokes quick and deep, and pulling out quickly, so that he wouldn't strangle her.
He felt the sucking pressure increase, as Lola moved up and down on his prick, kneading his over-full balls.
They contracted, and he growled, the sound deep in his throat, as they churned up their seething load of come cream.
Lola quivered with excitement, as she felt his prick get hotter in her mouth, felt the throbbing getting stronger.
Then his come cream exploded in a thick, warm geyser from his piss slit. She started to gulp even more strongly, as his thick cream poured into her throat. She felt it slithering down her rippling throat, and then welling up in her mouth.
It mixed with her saliva and started to pour out of the corners of her mouth, making a slimy trail down her chin, and dropping in viscid gobs on her tits which jiggled with her motions.
Paul was enthralled and wild with the pleasure of his ejaculation. He had seen her slip her wrists out of the bonds in which he had placed them, and had thought nothing of letting her play with his balls.
It wasn't his intention to hurt her, merely forestall any funny tricks. He closed his eyes, and slammed into the depths of her throat again and again as he emptied his balls into her hard-working mouth.
When he had spent the last of his load, Lola moved her mouth off his prick, and licked it clean.
She still had one hand under his prick, hefting his hairy balls.
"Ouch!" he barked, his body stiffening.
Lola, irrepressible as always, and not in the least bit daunted, had pulled hard on his fleshy sacs, and not content with that dirty trick, she then pinched some of his hairs and yanked them out of his wrinkled skin.
The pain shot through Paul's body and jangled in his ears.
Very roughly, he grabbed her wrists-both of them. Lola attempted to tighten her grip around Parker's balls, but Parker's grip was so tight that she couldn't articulate her muscles sufficiently to grip him with any strength.
"That was a dirty, nasty trick," Parker said, as he reached down and picked up the linen napkin. Once again Lola found herself with her arms bound behind her back.
She looked up at Paul.
"No dirtier than your tying me up!" she retorted.
"You know why I tied you up."
"For nothing!" Lola exclaimed.
Parker shook his head and clucked his tongue.
"You haven't learned your lesson yet," he said, stepping out of the tub. His cock was getting hard again, as he looked at Lola, kneeling in the bathtub, her arms tied behind her back. The bound position of her arms made her fabulous, melon-shaped jugs more prominent.
Her nipples were stiff and puckered, and the little pink nubbins of flesh stood out on her rounded fleshy orbs like fresh new erasers on the tip of a new pencil.
Before her awed, and somewhat frightened gaze, he picked up his pants and pulled his belt from the loops.
Outside the door, the party was getting noisier. People were still trying to get into the bathroom, but more and more infrequently. Word spreads fast at a party, and by now it had probably got around that a couple had chosen that bathroom to fuck in.
"What-what are you going to do?" Lola gasped, her eyes widening as Parker swung the belt around a few times and then snapped it in the air.
"So you want some rough stuff, do you? One good turn always deserves another, you know."
"I'll-ril scream, Parker! You can't do this to
"Why not? Do you think your nasty trick is forgivable?"
"But you tied me up!"
"Because you stood me up!" Parker barked.
He reached down and picked up the gag and stuffed it back in Lola's delectable mouth. It was a bit of an effort, because he was more tempted to kiss her.
Then he swung the belt through the air. It landed with a loud crack on Lola's still wet ass. She flinched and squealed behind the gag, and Parker's prick again reached full dimensions as he watched the red welt appear on her ass.
He had every intention of giving her a sound spanking for her mischief!
CHAPTER SIX
Connie was furious!
When she came out of the library with Paul, she noticed Parker's absence. No one seemed to know where he was, but then she also noticed that Lola was missing.
For the first time in her life, she became jealous and slightly obsessed.
Parker was with Lola! He had to be.
Gradually the rumor filtered back to her that a couple was making it in the extra bathroom. Carefully making the rounds, without letting anyone know that she was looking for Parker, she discovered that Lola and Parker were the only ones missing (after Sylvia and John emerged from her bedroom).
She seethed futilely for about an hour, during which her party gained steam. It was a wonderful party, actually, but for Connie it had been spoiled.
At one point, thoroughly frustrated by their prolonged absence, she went down the hall and tried the door herself.
It was obviously locked, and by pressing her ear against it, she could hear what to her sounded like copulatory sounds.
In order to discourage her two-timing co-host, and her two-timing friend, she muttered against the crack in the door, loud enough for them to hear, "For God's sake, in the bathroom yet! With all the other rooms in this house."
She had rattled the doorknob violently, and then stormed away, treading heavily on her heels to indicate annoyance.
But Lola and Parker did not emerge from the bathroom. Gradually, as the evening got later and later, some of her guests began to leave. It is typical of good parties, that some people stay on and on. Usually Connie encouraged the practice. Tonight she would have loved everybody to leave en masse, so that she could be alone with her anger.
Freddie, however, had other ideas, and his ideas incited Connie to a little two-timing of her own.
She never for one moment thought of her farewell fucking episodes as cheating on Parker. She never intended to have any other man but him, from that night forward. Self-assured in the extreme, she didn't even consider what he liked. To her, men were merely instruments for her pleasure, and she had always found them excessively agreeable.
Thoroughly spoiled by them, she just made up her mind what she wanted and went after it, or him!
Now she felt threatened. Of course, it was one thing for her and Lola to share men, or compete with them when neither of them considered marriage, but Connie felt that Parker was the best catch she could get, and, bored with her life, she was more than willing to settle down to marriage.
Having zeroed in on Parker as her matrimonial object, Lola now became her enemy, and Connie no longer cared to have her for a friend-hot when the horny woman could seduce her future husband in her bathroom!
In her anger, she didn't even consider the fact that no one but her was aware of her matrimonial intentions!
Freddie came over to her after a while. He didn't seem the least bit angered by Lola's absence. He was having a good time, and Connie was a very pretty woman among a lot of pretty women.
"Nice party, Connie."
"Thanks, honey. Where's your date?" she asked slyly.
Freddie looked around and shrugged his shoulders with indifference.
"Probably locked in a bedroom somewhere."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
Freddie looked at her and grinned.
"Are you kidding? Come on, Connie, you know Lola!"
"Yes," Connie retorted with some sarcasm, "and what Lola wants. . . "
"Lola gets," Freddie said, finishing the statement for her.
"Would you get me a drink?" she asked, holding out her empty glass.
"Sure. What are you drinking?"
"Gin and tonic."
"Be right back."
Freddie, true to the form of most of Connie's boy friends, meekly did her bidding, giving Connie time to calm down a little.
It was amazing what a few moments could do to a woman's perspective. If it were a week ago, when she had first met Dr. Evans, she wouldn't have thought twice about Lola's locking herself up with her co-host, which might have been Paul.
But this was different. She had set her sights on making the man her very own man, and that meant hands-off for everyone else.
Freddie returned with her drink, and sat down beside her, very close.
Connie smiled at him, and her pussy started to ooze with the dew of her desire. She had every intention of making Freddie, and her intention was not entirely devoid of hostile motivation.
She put her hand on his thigh as she sipped the drink. It would be very easy to get Freddie into her bed, that much she knew.
Her hand moved slowly up his powerful thigh. Freddie extended his arm across the back of the couch, and then she felt his hand drop down until it was barely an inch from her tit.
She felt his breath puffing warmly, moistly against her cheek.
Then his hand made contact, and Connie shivered with a growing lust.
"You know, you're a hell of a beautiful broad," Freddie said.
"Why, thank you, Freddie," she responded, turning to smile brilliantly at him.
His hand gently caressed her tit, and Connie felt her nipple puckering with heated lust.
"You-you want to go to bed with me?" he asked.
Connie winced slightly.
It wasn't that his approach was any more direct or crude than half a dozen other men Connie had gone to bed with. It was just that he was so dumb, however good a cocksman he was.-
"Sure, Freddie. Come on," she said, putting her drink down and standing up. She walked toward her bedroom, Freddie following.
Once inside the closed, locked door, Connie pulled Freddie's face down hungrily for a kiss.
She felt his lips caressing hers moistly, felt his tongue slithering between her parted teeth.
She bit gently on the tip of his tongue, before he thrust it hotly into her orifice, raking the roof of her mouth.
She moaned against his mouth, and her body sagged against his. She gasped when she felt his bulging manhood against her muff, which she rubbed over his crotch.
Her pussy flesh tingled hotly, as she reached behind her to unzip her gown. If there was one thing she knew about Freddie, it was that he couldn't be trusted to undress a woman without ripping something, or popping buttons.
Freddie understood that, himself, and proceeded to undress himself, keeping his lust-bright eyes glued to the gorgeous brunette as she slipped out of her lovely -gown, and revealed her magnificent boobs.
Connie slipped out of her panties, and kicked her sandals off as she walked toward the bed. Then she lay down on it, and raised her arms over her head, squirming sexily for Freddie's benefit-not that Freddie needed any encouragement.
He slipped out of his clothes, and then walked toward the bed, his fat, long cock bobbing lewdly with his motions.
His powerfully-built body rippled as he walked, and Connie got more and more excited.
She held her arms out as Freddie moved toward her, and then fell on the bed, pulling the aroused Connie into his arms.
Connie moaned as his lips came down again to cover hers. She bit his lower Up, and squirmed against his hairy loins, feeling his wiry pubic hairs rubbing against her passion-swollen pussy lips.
His cock throbbed powerfully between their pressed-together bellies and Connie reached between their bodies to grasp his thick, wonderful fuck muscles.
She squeezed it and started to pump on it, savoring the incredible softness of his flesh, and the wonderful hot hardness beneath the flesh, which promised so much pleasure to her.
Her heart swelled in her chest, and seemed to fill her throat, as Freddie tongued her mouth.
He pushed her over onto her back, and moved down slightly, and then Connie felt his mouth clamping around her right tit.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, as his wet mouth softly sucked on her nipple. She felt as if it had become so stiff that it was going to fall off the tip of her breast. Tingling sensations of carnal joy spread through her body, as he sucked on her nipple.
Then his teeth clamped around the base of the puckered little pink nubbin of flesh, and he lashed his tongue on the tip of it.
Connie writhed hotly, and felt as if her flesh were melting, as if her entire body were spreading on the bed, oozing out of her wonted form to become a heated puddle of passion-melted skin and bones.
Freddie finished servicing her right nipple, and he tongued his way to her left boob, which he thoroughly laved. He tongued her tit until it was swollen and throbbing with wild delight, and then his tongue moved down over her body.
He licked her belly, and drove-the tip of his tongue into her belly button. Then she felt his tongue moving down and tangling in her thick pubic pelt. He thoroughly wet her glossy maidenhairs and then he traced the curved line of her cunt cleft.
By now, Connie was beside herself with wanton joy. She bent her knees up, pressing the soles of her feet against the mattress, and her hips bounced up and down as she drove her muff against Freddie's mouth.
Her body tingled hotly and her entrails seemed to turn inside-out, as Freddie teased her cunt cleft, his tongue slurping at the juices which coated her honeyed flaps of flesh, which had sprouted from between her plump white outer lips.
Freddie intensified the pressure of his tongue against her pussy, and she felt him slurping up the juices which covered her passion-bloated labia.
She undulated her muff against his mouth as his tongue covered every inch of her pussy.
She shivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her, causing blinding lights to flash behind her tightly-closed eyelids. The lights seemed to be heated and seeped into her already lust-besotted body, arousing her still further.
She gasped, and stiffened for a moment, and then continued to writhe as Freddie drove the tip of his tongue into her cunt slit.
She felt him sucking her cream right out of her pussy and her cuntal walls closed in on themselves in a spasm of sheer delight.
He moved up over her body, and lay on top of her, flattening out her passion-swollen jugs. She felt her nipples tingling as Freddie's smooth chest rubbed against them. The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress, and she felt his heart beating wildly against her right tit, as she curled her arms around his neck.
Freddie arched his hips up, and pressed his throbbing dick against her tiny, drooling hole of lust.
Too hungry to wait for his thrust, Connie arched upward, impaling herself on his lusty, hot spear. She felt his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head stretching the entrance to her pussy, increasing the pre-orgasmic pressure which already seethed through her.
His cock started to slither into her well-greased hole, massaging the itching walls of her cunt, and driving her crazy with increasing pleasure. She moaned as his cock stuffed her.
He slithered into her until he was buried balls-deep in her seething, quivering snatch.
She rubbed her swollen pussy meat against his hairy loins, stimulating her clitoris so that it popped out of its fleshy sheath and tingled with hot messages of delight which rippled through her body in hot, liquid-seeming streams.
He started to batter her deliciously as he moved in her, drawing his prick out to the tip, and then slamming it inward again.
She felt his cock head butting against the base of her hot pink tunnel of lust, and the fleshy impact caused stunning sensations of sexual pleasure to surge through her.
She forgot her anger, her frustration, and became lost in the myriad sensations which thrilled through her overheated body and drove her wild.
She started to buck her hips upward, pressing the soles of her feet hard against the mattress to serve as a brace for her sexy movements. Her hips arched upward, as Freddie lunged into the teeming depths of her twat.
The impact of their hairy loins against each other increased their heat, and the fleshy friction of their genital flesh rubbing together, turned their loins into fiery cauldrons of seething lust.
Connie raked her fingernails over Freddie's rippling, muscular back, driven crazy by his cocksmanship. She felt his prick pumping in and out of her with increasing fury, and she whimpered as her own heated passions spiraled upward until her brain was a soggy mass of carnal instincts.
She started to sweat heavily, and the moisture which gleamed on her body was added to by Freddie's sweat, which poured from his heated skin and dripped onto Connie's writhing, undulating body.
She felt his hairy balls slapping rhythmically against her humping quivering ass cheeks, and she shuddered at the enhanced pleasure she felt. Everything that Freddie did conspired to make her hotter and hornier.
She cupped his hard, muscular ass cheeks as they rose and fell, driving his prick deeply into her pussy with an increasingly frenzied motion.
Freddie worked his arms under her sweating, quivering back, and pressed her hard against his sweating, throbbing torso. The pulsations of passion which had gripped Connie's aroused flesh intensified as he squeezed her tightly to his hard-humping body.
Connie panted heavily, her breath coming in erratic, feathery spurts as Freddie lunged into her over and over again, like a rutting wild animal.
She felt the first heated waves of her orgasm gripping her cunt, and spreading outward, radially, so that her whole body seemed to crawl with lusty delight.
She mashed her pussy lips hard against Freddie's hairy loins, which were now slimy-wet with the juices which gushed hotly from her cunt. s
The spasms intensified, the subtle pleasure turning into a tidal wave of sensations which seemed to heave her body right off the bed.
She was actually grateful for the weight of Freddie's body on top of hers. She got light-headed, and felt as if she were spinning out, out and away from the earth, being tossed on a wild, surging sea, drowning in waves of come.
At the height of her orgasm, Freddie shot his thick and heavy load into her pussy. His gism mixed hotly with her come cream, and swelled the slimy tide which oozed out of her convulsing, well-stuffed snatch, pouring down her ass crack and making a warm pool on the bed beneath her humping quivering ass cheeks.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, as she writhed and squirmed under Freddie's powerful, hard-humping body. When she finally came down, she was trembling with the warm aftermath of her orgasm.
Freddie, who had kept on pistoning his prick in and out of her pussy long after he had shot the last of his wad, finally relaxed on top of her.
Their flesh was almost literally glued together with sweat and heat, as their chests heaved with their efforts to normalize their passion-spent breathing.
When Connie had partially recovered, she realized that Freddie had no intention of letting her go with one fuck.
Having partially recovered from his own orgasm, he started to move in her pussy again, his semi-hard prick getting longer and hotter and harder as he reamed out her cunt again.
Connie was more than willing!
In the bathroom, Lola was going crazy.
Parker had beaten her bottom until her buns were flaming red, and burning. The heat seeped through her body, and aroused her womanhood even more than it had been aroused when she had sucked off Parker's prick.
Now he stood in front of her, his prick fully erect again, and instead of fucking her, he was insisting that she suck him off again.
Lola was close to tears.
"Why?" she demanded. "I sucked you off before."
"You weren't doing me any favors," Parker said. "You were subject to my will, and you were required to do what I asked you to. Then you made me bind you and punish you all over again because you refused to acknowledge the lesson I had to teach you.
"So now you can suck me off again."
"But I already apologized for standing you up, and I really mean it!" she gasped, shaking her head, "I will never, ever stand anyone up again!"
Parker's persistent punishment, combined with Lenny's binding her, had definitely had its effect on Lola's consciousness. She was serious.
Careless, and casual as she was, when Lola said something, she meant it, at the moment. The distinct difference this promise made was that she meant it for all time, not just the moment.
She never again wanted to go through such stringent practices as she had been required to endure with first Parker, then Lenny, and now Parker again!
It wasn't worth it to make one date and then break it for another-not when two men had so vehemently protested.
Strangely enough, it was the first time that it occurred to Lola, that maybe men didn't like to be stood up.
She was used to doing it, used to manipulating men. And men never stood her up, so she didn't know how it felt.
"Kindly suck off my hard prick," Parker ordered, smiling subtly as he thought of how he had taken Lola in hand.
"I'd rather be fucked," Lola said, shivering with the agony of her desirous pussy.
"No, you don't deserve to be fucked," Parker said. "Now just do as you're told, and then maybe.. . "
"My wrists hurt," Lola said.
"You don't really think, after what you did the last time, that I trust you!" Parker exclaimed, somewhat contemptuously.
"But I promise I won't do it again."
"Your promises don't mean much. Now suck me off."
Lola sighed, and leaned forward. Fortunately, Parker had enough sense to brace her by her shoulders.
She opened her mouth and once again encased Parker's prick in her mouth. She drove her tongue into his piss slit, and then moaned against his sensitive cock flesh.
Parker gasped and started to hump inward. Having beaten Lola's buns red, having got her to admit that she was wrong, and sensing that she was sincere about it, he had a powerful hard-on. He knew she could handle all of his prick and instead of waiting to see how much she could take, he started to drive his massive schlong into the warm, moist depths of her throat immediately.
Lola gagged, not expecting him to have moved so fast, and then she began to swallow furiously, drawing more and more of his massive prick into her hot rippling throat.
Parker spread his legs slightly, so that each shoulder was resting against one leg, and then he ran his fingers through her thick, fine red hair, as she started to bob up and down on his prick.
Beside herself with her own raging lust, she sucked his prick furiously. She thought if she could get him off, and then suck him to erection again, she might get fucked.
She desperately needed servicing, and it had taken sexual denial for her to realize the effects of her own carelessness.
She moaned against Parker's prick, feeling the tension of desire building in the depths of her cunt until it amounted to an almost raging pain.
Her pussy cream flowed heavily from her hungry womanly depths, and poured into the tub, as she moved up and down on his wonderful prick. She could almost feel it stuffing her pussy, as. she rammed her mouth against his pubic hairs, which tickled her nose and throat.
This time she was unable to slip the bonds which held her arms behind her back. Parker was more intent on keeping her secure than on being kind.
She moved her mouth up until only his cock head was encased in her hot oral cavity. She drove the tip of her tongue into his come slit, slurping up the pre-ejaculate which drooled from it, and then moved downward again, her tongue teasing his sensitive cock flesh and driving the horny doctor crazy.
Lola felt goose flesh forming on her smooth skin, and she shook even harder as she bobbed up and down on Parker's prick.
His hard, distended rod of flesh throbbed powerfully, as she slurped away at his flesh, driving his prick deeper and deeper into her throat, and wishing with all her heart that it was her pussy.
She gulped harder and harder as she felt his cock lurching in her mouth. His hips humped into her mouth, his hairy loins battering her mouth and chin as he started to come, his balls churning up their seething load of scum.
She felt his salty, musky-tasting spunk pouring into her mouth. She gulped furiously, trying to swallow all of it.
She almost succeeded. A small trickle of it mixed with her saliva, and poured out of the corner of her distended mouth, but she did swallow most of it.
Then she licked his cock clean again.
She looked up at him pleadingly, and Parker almost but not quite melted, and that was what did him in in the long run.
"Please," she gasped. Parker knew exactly what she wanted. He released her wrists, and then slapped her on her still burning, reddened fanny. He stepped out of the tub, and got dressed.
"Why?" she asked.
"If you want the privilege of sexual pleasure with a man, Lola, you are going to have to learn to treat him better. I assume, since you didn't keep your date last week, that you will be willing to keep one if I ask you tomorrow?"
"You mean you're not going to fuck me?" she gasped with disbelief.
"No, I am not," Parker said with elegant and low-keyed determination.
"Then I won't date you tomorrow night!" she exclaimed hotly.
"Thank you," Parker said, bowing slightly to the stunned woman still kneeling in the tub. "At least you were honest enough to give me a straight answer."
He turned on his heel and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
For a moment, Lola kept up the hope that he would walk back in, and then she realized that he had no intention of sexually servicing her. Never, ever, in her long, happy, spoiled life had she ever been denied, and it rankled.
But she also learned a lesson that she never forgot.
She got out of the tub, after showering briefly, and got dressed. At least she had Freddie.
She was as shocked as Parker had been, when she arrived in the living room and discovered that almost everyone from the party was gone. The only couple left was John and Sylvia, necking oblivious in a corner.
"Did you see Freddie?" she asked them, feeling slightly lost and left out.
John and Sylvia (married ten years) looked up from their submerged position on a couch, and shook their heads.
"I guess everyone left, then?" she asked.
"Oh!" Sylvia gasped, rearing up off the couch. "I guess everyone left, John."
John chuckled and stood up, pulling Sylvia to a standing position.
"Let's go home, honey," he said, kissing her lips.
The married couple sauntered hand in hand to the front hall. They called out for Connie, but there was no answer. They got their coats, and then left.
Lola was alone in the living room. Idly she wandered around the rooms, looking for someone. Apparently even Parker had left.
That suddenly seemed strange to her because
Parker was the co-host, and that meant that he would stay and fuck the hostess.
She walked down the hall, and tried to open Connie's door. It was locked. Lola shrugged and left the party, disconsolate.
Freddie, she decided, was going to pay through the nose for leaving her to go home alone. She had never been so aroused in her life.
She was so aroused that she couldn't even contemplate the thought of taking a cab. She had to walk home, walk off some of the energy.
To make matters worse, she had stayed at the party-or been constrained to remain at the party-for so long that the bars were closed now, and her chances of picking up a stud for the night were relatively small.
She was thoroughly disgruntled by the time she reached her home, and she was shocked upon getting off the elevator, to find Lenny sitting on the floor beside her door.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
Lola's jaw gaped for a moment at the boldness of the question.
"It's really none of your business," she said, inserting the key in her lock.
Lenny roughly pushed her to one side, opened the door for her, and then pushed her roughly into the apartment.
He slammed the door and locked it.
"I asked you where you've been."
"You have no right to come in here without permission!" she said, stamping her foot.
Lenny didn't answer her. He merely threw the key on the hall table, and picked Lola up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
Lola was horny, and wanted a lover, but she was not prepared for Lenny's aggressive posessiveness. She struggled furiously as her determined lover ripped her clothes off, and then used the shreds to tie her arms over her head and her ankles, spread-eagled, to the foot of the bed.
"You can't do this to me!" she shrieked, absolutely livid with rage.
"Why not?" Lenny barked, as he started to remove his clothes. "After what you did to me the other night, I figure I have one coming."
Once again Lola was squelched.
Lenny removed his clothes and then crouched between Lola's spread-eagled legs. He pressed his raging hard-on against her tiny little cunt slit and thrust inward, spreading her pussy walls wide.
Lola was so hungry for cock that she had a mini-orgasm just from the first plunge of Lenny's prick into her pussy.
Her legs stiffened and trembled, and her toes curled backward as Lenny slid his prick all the way into her creaming, quivering twat.
She felt his balls pressing against her quivering buns, and she stopped struggling, stopped even thinking of it.
In the first place, she was horribly hungry for a man. In the second place, she decided that she had the bondage coming. She had pulled a nasty stunt on Lenny.
Mentally swearing that all her relationships with men would, in the future be strictly on the up-and-up, Lola surrendered to Lenny's hot hard prick, responding like a wild woman, as he sawed in and out of her creaming snatch, driving her crazy with lust and pleasure.
It didn't even both her that Lenny had tied her up.
She trusted him. He wouldn't leave her tied up. He would have to let her go eventually, and then she could do what she pleased.
For the moment, Lenny's wild fucking was exactly what she needed, and she wallowed in the pleasure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lola felt bewildered and slight put-upon. At the moment, however, she didn't give vent to what ailed her mentally.
Lenny was doing too good a job servicing her.
Lola needed cock and she wanted it desperately. She had also sustained a series of shocks, and she wanted the comfort of stroking.
If Lenny's idea of fucking her wasn't exactly her idea of being stroked, at the moment it didn't matter, since he was fucking her, and that she wanted desperately.
She started to arch her hips up, as Lenny rammed his prick into her furiously. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend that it was a loving, willing encounter, but the feeling of the bonds around her wrists and ankles precluded that.
She tried thinking of a rape fantasy, but Lola couldn't imagine herself being raped, and it suddenly dawned on her that what Lenny was doing was a possible rape-only barely possible!
She threw herself back into the reality of the situation, and surrendered to Lenny's prick as he slammed into her wet and willing womanhood over and over again, the possessive violence of his strokes jarring her body pleasantly.
Her lovely head tossed from side to side on the pillow as she writhed under Lenny's hard-humping body. His cock pumped into her wildly, the fleshy friction of his shaft raising her temperature to a feverish pitch.
She started to moan, and her bound body began to tremble as she felt the first flashes of passionate ecstasy flickering through her lust-besotted flesh.
She arched her hips upward, mashing her passion-bloated pussy meat against Lenny's hard-driving loins, causing her little love button to become elongated. It slithered out of its moist, fleshy nest and send sparkling waves of pleasure surging through her quivering body.
She felt as if she were bloating, as if she were going to float away, as Lenny's prick wreaked a hot chaos in her quivering, creaming cunt.
He had braced his arms on either side of her body, in a push-up position, which facilitated his driving his massive prick deeper and deeper into her inflamed pussy.
She felt as if the orgasmic convulsions which started in the depths of her pussy were spreading outward, felt as if her very throat were convulsing with the same climactic throes.
With a strangled shriek of relief, she started to come violently. Her inflamed pussy gushed hotly with a thick stream of come cream, which trickled out of her well-stuffed hole, and down her ass crack to make a pool on the bed beneath her.
The bed bounced with the wildness of her humping, as she bucked up against Lenny's hard-driving loins. She felt as if her whole body were being wracked with orgasmic waves.
She squealed and for a moment would have sworn that her heart stopped beating, as her body stiffened at the height of her orgasm.
Lenny's prick slammed harder and faster into her convulsing snatch, and then his come slit exploded with a seething load of come cream. It mixed hotly with the honey of her own desire, and swelled the sticky waves which gushed out of her chaotic pussy.
Her ears rang with the blood which boiled through her veins, and her heart, arrested for one breath-taking moment, started to hammer against her rib cage again.
Lenny growled as he emptied his balls into her pussy, spewing load after load of scum into the depths of her teeming twat.
If Lola had not been tied to the bed, she would probably have fallen off it in the violence of her contortions. Her orgasm was prolonged, and intense, and for a moment, she was afraid she would pass out.
When she finally came down from her sexual upheaval, her body was covered with sweat, and she felt like a limp dishrag.
Her tits jiggled with her heaving chest, as she strove to normalize her passion-spent breathing.
She lay quietly under Lenny's body, her eyes closed, tingling with the warm aftermath of her wild orgasm.
Lenny had shot the last of his wad into her teeming twat, and his body had collapsed on top of hers.
For a while, after he had recovered from his own orgasm, he was very quiet, his body pressing hers into the mattress.
She thought that perhaps he had fallen asleep on top of her. Lola had to go.
She bucked upward, trying to knock Lenny's body off. Lenny merely opened his eyes, and raised his head, which was lying on the pillow beside hers.
"You want more?" he asked. His cock was still lodged, semi-erect in the soggy swamp of her lust.
"I have to go."
"Well, you can just hold it," Lenny said brusquely, his handsome face unsmiling.
"What do you mean, I have to hold it. Listen, I'm getting sick of this nonsense! You let me go."
"Who's indulging in nonsense, lady?" he asked.
"Lenny, I apologize for the other night. It will never happen again, and let me go! My back teeth are floating!"
"I'll let you go-when you tell me you'll marry me."
Lola let out a loud shriek of rage and frustration.
"I'd be a masochist to marry you! You let me go!"
"When you agree to marry me."
"That's coercion."
"You better believe it. After years of putting up with your shit, if you think I'm going to walk away empty-handed, you're crazy!"
"I'm crazy! I never told you I'd marry you! You keep bringing the subject up!"
"That's right. I'm crazy-about you! And I'm tired of waiting for you! Look, Lola, isn't it time to can this childish shit about playing around and settle down to being an adult woman?"
"I am an adult," Lola said, getting sullen and feeling hurt.
"No you're not. You're full-grown, but I'll be damned if you know what it is to be an adult-to be mature-to be thoughtful of the feelings of others. Why do you think I've stuck around all this time? Because you're adorable and sweet and sexy?"
Lola raised her head up off the pillows.
"Are you going to tell me I'm not?" she demanded.
"Of course you're not! Anyone can see that, except someone like dumb Freddie, who's nothing but a mindless jock!
"You were adorable and sweet and sexy when you were eighteen and pulling the tricks you're still pulling. Now you're not adorable at all! You're merely childish!"
Lola's head slammed back down on the pillow, and she gnashed her teeth.
"Well?" Lenny persisted.
"I don't think I want to marry you. I don't love you."
"Well learn, dammit!" Lenny growled. "I'm -not letting you go until you agree to!"
"Very well, I agree to-only because I have to pee!"
Lenny released the bonds which held her arms over her head, and then undid the shreds of her clothes which he had used to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed.
She rushed to the bathroom, and relieved herself, and then walked back into the bedroom. Lenny was still lying on his belly, his long, powerful body glistening with sex sweat, his shoulders rising and falling softly with his breathing.
She intended to tell him that she had no intention of marrying him, but something in her seemed to flow outward, as if she had been a stuffed doll, whose stuffings had poured out through a hole.
She lay on the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Lenny grunted, and moved over to where she lay, carefully apart from him, and pulled her hard against his warm, strong body.
"Set the date," he said.
"June twenty-third," she muttered sullenly, thinking of a date that was on a Friday.
"O.K. We can start planning in the morning. Good night," Lenny said. His arm, resting across her breasts, became almost instantly heavier as he relaxed into sleep.
Lola was sure that she would be up half the night, wondering how to get out of the bind she was in. Instead, her eyelids fluttered closed, and she fell asleep almost instantly, snuggling against Lenny's hard, long body.
Connie had fucked Freddie furiously, until the jock could no longer get it up.
Connie had to admit that her pussy was more than a little sore. Freddie and she dressed. There was only one couple left when they came out of the bedroom. Some of Connie's sense of victory was lost. She had hoped that Lola and Parker would have emerged from the bathroom by this time.
Freddie wandered through the apartment calling her name.
"That's funny," he said, emerging from the hallway where the bathroom where the two were fucking was located.
"What's that?" Connie asked, sipping the lukewarm drink she had left on the coffee table. The place was a shambles. In the corner of the couch where John and Sylvia had nested, a long, low moan came from Sylvia.
"They're not in that bathroom," Freddie said. He wandered through the rest of the rooms, and then came back, his coat in his hand.
"I guess I'll say goodnight," Freddie said, shrugging his powerful shoulders into his coat. "There's nobody left. I guess I stayed too long."
He waved goodbye, and before Connie could stop him, he had left.
"Great!" she muttered to herself. "I screwed myself out of someone to sleep with me! I screwed myself out of Parker, I think," she continued to mutter. Taking her drink with her, she wandered through the rooms of the apartment. There was no one left except John and Sylvia.
John and Sylvia always screwed each other at least once at any party they attended. They never swapped the way other couples did, and as the parties progressed, they always wound up wedged up in a corner, necking.
They always let themselves out, usually the last ones to leave.
Lola had had a party one night, and had gone to sleep at dawn, leaving John and Sylvia snuggling in a large armchair. When she woke up at three the next afternoon, John and Sylvia were still wedged together in the same armchair, sound asleep!
Connie had no desire to sit in the living room listening to the kissy-kissy noises and the soft cooing that were emanating from John and Sylvia, but she was still not ready for bed.
She walked into the library, which was a high-ceilinged room off the main hallway. It was also Connie's pride and joy and she had decorated it beautifully.
There were lots of hidden corners in it. She sat down in a comfortable arm chair by the window, and looked out the window, watching the dawn come up.
"Well, hello there!"
She started and looked in the direction of the voice.
It was Paul, stretched out on the couch, a book folded open on his belly.
He stretched and yawned.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Close to six," Connie said, smiling. "Everyone's left, except John and Sylvia."
"Spare me those two!" Paul laughed. He sat up and stretched again, luxuriously.
"Guess who had a nap?" Connie quipped.
"I did! I was waiting for you to emerge from the bedroom. I guess you had a good time with Freddie."
"Rather."
He stood up as if to leave. "It really was a nice party," he said to Connie.
Connie, still smarting from Parker's-defection, rose and walked to him.
"Do you have to leave?"
Connie didn't want to spend the night alone, even though she was hell-bent on getting Parker for her husband.
"What about Dr. Evans?" Paul asked her.
"Why, he's left," Connie said with some surprise in her voice. "Why?"
"Oh, I just thought he was your stud for the night."
Connie grinned adorably at Paul. "Don't be silly," she said. Paul reached down and lightly bit Connie's lower lip.
"Shall we retire for the morning?" he asked.
"I think it's the only decent thing to do. I presume that John and Sylvia won't emerge from their prolonged kiss until about then!"
Laughing, Paul put his arm around Connie's waist, and walked with her to her bedroom.
The two of them got undressed in that sleepy, lazy sexual companionableness that goes with having been friends for years, and bed partners for almost as long as they had been friends.
They got into the bed, and Paul pulled Connie close against him. Connie, sore from having really fucked Freddie, squirmed around on the bed, underneath the covers.
Paul moaned, and rolled over onto his back when he understood Connie's intentions.
Connie squirmed on top of his body, and spread her legs, bracing her thighs on either side of his head.
She grasped his thick powerful penis at its hairy base, and opened her mouth, taking in his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned against his cock head. She drove her tongue into his piss slit, slurping up the drop of pre-come which oozed from the tiny crevice.
Connie really loved sucking cock, and it was always a pleasure to suck Paul's, especially given the fact that Paul was a superb cunt-lapper.
She felt him blowing on her maidenhairs, and her juices started to flow from her burning pussy copiously.
She started to move down on Paul's thick throbbing prick. The warmth of his heated peter permeated her mouth and seemed to flow through her already heated body, causing her excitement to build.
Paul spread her plump white outer lips wide. Her inner pink flesh blossomed outward, throbbing with the lusty blood which swelled the little flaps of flesh, glistening with her juices.
His tongue flicked out and he started to lap up and down her sex meat.
Connie felt his tongue against her labia, and she started to squirm around and around, as his tongue covered every inch of her pussy meat, stimulating it so that it tingled hotly.
He drove the tip of his tongue into her drooling sex ditch, and Connie felt her cuntal walls closing in around the glossal invader.
Her juices gushed hotly against Paul's mouth as he moved his tongue up and down over Connie's throbbing, passion-distended pussy lips.
The more excited Paul's tongue made her, the wilder Connie's mouth became on Paul's prick.
She kept moving downward on his massive fuck muscle. As she felt his tongue driving upward to flick at her clitoris", she started gulping hard, sucking his cock head into her rippling throat.
Her clitoris popped out of its fleshy sheath and tingled hotly with a thousand different sexy sensations.
She moaned against Paul's prick, and Paul started to buck upward. The vibration of her moan shot through him and made his flesh crawl with excitement.
He started to caress Connie's buns, feeling the muscles beneath her smooth white skin rippling as she mashed her cunt against his mouth.
He opened his mouth wide and enclosed Connie's entire pussy in his mouth, and started to suck furiously, his tongue moving systematically up and down over her swollen pink meat, slurping up the pungent juices of her excitement.
He started to pump the tip of his tongue against her drooling hole, as she moved up and down over his powerfully pulsating prick.
Paul bucked upward with increasing strength and fury, driven crazy by Connie's sucking mouth. He felt his balls bloating with a seething load of come cream, as she moved up and down on his prick.
As he became more and more excited, his tongue worked with increasing fervor on her pussy.
He flicked his tongue back and forth over her inflamed, elongated clitoris. Connie mashed her pussy flesh against Paul's hard-working mouth as her juices gushed out of her more and more hotly.
Connie sucked harder and harder. She reached under Paul's prick and started to fondle his thick and hairy balls, kneading them hard enough to feel the hard nuts encased in each flesh sac. Then she pulled on them, as his humping motions against her mouth became harder and more furious.
His cock swelled in her hard-working mouth, and lurched, the throbbing in his powerful shaft getting stronger and stronger.
Then she felt the hot gush of his come cream pouring into her throat. She swallowed noisily, trying to suck in all of his gism, as his cock spewed wad after wad of thick manly juice into her sucking mouth.
His juices welled up in her hot oral cavity, mixed with her saliva and trickled out of her over-stuffed mouth.
She started to moan and moved more feverishly up and down on his prick as she felt her own pussy starting to convulse in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her body stiffened and trembled.
Sweat poured from her overheated flesh as she ground her bloated sex flesh against Paul's mouth.
Paul bit into her clitoris at its base and then lashed at the tip of her inflamed love button.
Connie swallowed wad after wad of Paul's gism as she writhed madly on top of his body. She could feel his hands caressing the small of her back, and then kneading her humping ass cheeks as she humped against his mouth.
Paul bucked upward, his hairy loins battering her mouth and chin, as she drew his cock into the depths of her throat over and over again.
By now his hairy loins were glistening with the saliva which dribbled out of her mouth, and now to the steady stream of her oral juices was added the juices from Paul's orgasm, which filled her mouth and trickled from the corners of her distended lips.
He slammed into her one last time, spewing the last of his wad into her sucking mouth, and then his body collapsed.
Connie continued to writhe on top of Paul, her body squirming wetly on top of his, as her orgasm flickered through her in protracted, powerful waves, driving her crazy with a blissful delirium.
She finally started to come down from the incredible high she had achieved. Paul's cock diminished somewhat in her mouth.
She took her mouth off his prick, and licked it clean, and then licked his balls to clean up the juices from her mouth which had coated the thick hairs which covered his fleshy sacs.
Paul flicked his tongue up and down over Connie's twat, cleaning up whatever remained of her come cream, and then Connie squirmed around, so that they were nestled in each other's arms.
Connie yawned, and stretched against Paul's body, and started to subside into sleep.
Just before she fell asleep, she heard the door closing.
"John and Sylvia have gone home," Connie said sleepily, against one of Paul's nipples.
"Mmmmmm," Paul said, settling down in the bed.
The two of them were asleep in a few moments, worn out from a night of activity.
Paul had come out of the bathroom, and noticed that everyone but John and Sylvia were gone.
He went to the bedroom, to find his hostess, and discovered that her door was locked. He put his ear to it, and could hear the soft rutting sounds behind the door.
Paul suddenly felt rather disillusioned and very bored.
He got a piece of paper, wrote a brief thank-you note on it, and left it propped up on the utility counter in the kitchen.
Then he left quietly, and walked to his own apartment.
For once he was glad to be alone.
He frowned as he got into bed.
What bothered him among other things, was why he had picked Lola for a potential mate. He certainly had enjoyed the few strenuous disciplining sessions he had inflicted on her, but he doubted if he wanted to spend a lifetime doing it, and he began to doubt Lola's ability to be faithful.
And for someone who had seemed totally enamored of him, Connie was certainly doing her share of sleeping around.
He suddenly became extremely irritated with his devil-may-care, sleep-around life. He wanted to establish a few long-standing, intimate relationships, and he knew that that meant finding a wife, too.
He was sick of hunting, sick of preying in bars for some ass for the night. There had to be a better way to live-and sleep!
Lola was adorable but she was childish, which may have accounted for half her charm. That was a good trait in a playmate. It was not a good trait in a wife-not when the man wanted children.
There had to be at least two adults in a child's life-a mother and a father, and Parker didn't relish marrying a child who might have another child.
That would be extremely unbalanced, he decided.
He fell asleep, finally, as the sun was coming up, and slept until well after three o'clock.
He spent most of the rest of the afternoon reading the paper, and then, getting restless, he went out for a walk, and wound up at a local pub for dinner and a couple of drinks.
For once, he left without a date for the night, going home and going to bed early.
Sunday he had a whole day of feeling rested and intensely thoughtful. As the day wore on, his thoughts veered increasingly to Rita Marks.
He frowned. It hadn't even occurred to him to think of her as a wife, but why not? She was young, beautiful, healthy, and certainly dependable-and she wasn't the madcap sleep-around that Lola, Connie, and fully half his other patients were.
The thought absolutely intrigued him, and then he thought about all his high-jinks in the office, and how Rita had shared in them, knew his worst points.
Well, the thought, shrugging it off, she also knew all his good points. Or did he have any?
Unable by early evening to cope with the mad circle his thoughts had started to travel in, he went to a neighborhood pub, had a couple of drinks and listened to the noise and happy confusion for a while to distract himself, and then went home again.
As far as Parker was concerned, he had spent an incredibly virtuous weekend. But he was anxious about Monday.
His Sunday thoughts had given him a whole new perspective on Rita, and for once, like other more steady men, he was faced with the possibility of rejection.
It wasn't that he was madly in love with
Rita. But he was fond of her, trusted her, and perhaps the rest of it would come with time.
But would she feel the same way? that was the problem. And once he had made up his mind, sexually servicing his patients was out of the question. Whether Rita went along with the idea or not, Parker was just square enough not to want any infidelity to mar his relationship.
He certainly wouldn't allow Rita to carry on, so why should he?
He dragged himself to the office on Monday."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Connie Lord called this morning," Rita said when he walked into the office. Parker's deep blue eyes surveyed the nurse about whom he had thought almost all weekend.
"Oh? What did she want?"
"She wanted to make an appointment to see you. Says she thinks she has a case of vaginitis."
Parker laughed.
"I don't doubt it."
"How was the party Friday night, and how could you have done that to the girl? I listen to you forever talking about over-indulgence.".
"Hold it! It wasn't I, I assure you!"
Rita raised her eyebrows with disbelief.
"I don't believe you," she said.
Parker leaned over and kissed Rita's cheek softly, a gesture which surprised Rita.
"I don't blame you. Who's my first patient?"
"Mrs. Silverstein."
Parker's eyes rolled back in his head. Mrs. Silverstein was one of his older clients, and she was a first-class hypochondriac. She saw him at least once a month with a variety of ailments, and Parker always saw her.
"Why don't you tell her to see a shrink?" Rita grinned, as he rolled his eyes back in his head.
"That's the first mistake that any good doctor makes with a hypochondriac," Parker said, gravely. "She does need some kind of counseling, but she's also an older woman and therefore prone to a lot of ailments.
"So you check her over before you pat her fanny and tell her to see a head man."
"But you've been doing it regularly at least twice a month now for almost a year."
"So what? I guess my life can't be a bed of roses."
"But almost!" Rita laughed, getting prepare the examining room for the patient of the day.
"Oh, did you give Connie an appointment?"
"Yes, at noon. I figured you could squeeze her in."
"Fine."
Rita, as she prepared the examining room, had a lot of her own to think about. Was she sexually fantasizing about the doctor too much, she wondered. She would have sworn that he was looking at her in an entirely different light.
When she had finished the room, she didn't have much more time for thought until noon.
The mornings were always busy and full.
At noon, she received a phone call from Lola, and buzzed Dr. Evans's office where he was conferring with his last patient before Lola. Said patient was pregnant and berating the doctor for her pregnancy.
"But you gave me the pills."
"Miss Moran, those pills only work when you use them. I have the compact you used last month and you have two pills left over!"
"Well, can't I keep taking them and maybe the baby won't develop?"
"Absolutely not! As it is, I want to do a thorough check-up on you. You have a choice, "I don't doubt it."
"How was the party Friday night, and how could you have done that to the girl? I listen to you forever talking about over-indulgence."
"Hold it! It wasn't I, I assure you!"
Rita raised her eyebrows with disbelief.
"I don't believe you," she said.
Parker leaned over and kissed Rita's cheek softly, a gesture which surprised Rita.
"I don't blame you. Who's my first patient?"
"Mrs. Silverstein."
Parker's eyes rolled back in his head. Mrs. Silverstein was one of his older clients, and she was a first-class hypochondriac. She saw him at least once a month with a variety of ailments, and Parker always saw her.
"Why don't you tell her to see a shrink?" Rita grinned, as he rolled his eyes back in his head.
"That's the first mistake that any good doctor makes with a hypochondriac," Parker said, gravely. "She does need some kind of counseling, but she's also an older woman and therefore prone to a lot of ailments.
"So you check her over before you pat her fanny and tell her to see a head man."
"But you've been doing it regularly at least twice a month now for almost a year."
"So what? I guess my life can't be a bed of roses.
"But almost!" Rita laughed, getting up to prepare the examining room for the first patient of the day.
"Oh, did you give Connie an appointment?"
"Yes, at noon. I figured you could squeeze her in."
"Fine."
Rita, as she prepared the examining room, had a lot of her own to think about. Was she sexually fantasizing about the doctor too much, she wondered. She would have sworn that he was looking at her in an entirely different light.
When she had finished the room, she didn't have much more time for thought until noon.
The mornings were always busy and full.
At noon, she received a phone call from Lola, and buzzed Dr. Evans's office where he was conferring with his last patient before Lola. Said patient was pregnant and berating the doctor for her pregnancy.
"But you gave me the pills."
"Miss Moran, those pills only work when you use them. I have the compact you used last month and you have two pills left over!"
"Well, can't I keep taking them and maybe the baby won't develop?"
"Absolutely not! As it is, I want to do a thorough check-up on you. You have a choice, of course. You can have the baby or you can have an abortion."
Jenny Moran subsided in her seat, mulling over the choices.
"Do you suppose I've ruined the baby taking the pills?"
"We'll do some tests which will tell, but if you're planning to have the baby, don't take any more pills!"
His intercom buzzed.
"Yes?" Paul said.
"Lola Wright is on the phone. She wants to talk to you, and I've put Connie in examining room one."
"Thank you, Rita," Parker said. He punched the lit button, and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Lola, how are you?"
"I need blood tests," Lola said, abruptly.
"Why, Lola?" Parker asked, his blood curdling.
"Because I'm getting married," Lola gasped, breathless with either exciternent or some other emotion.
Parker laughed.
"Fine. Come in any time today and I'll fit you in."
"Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"Of course!"
"Thanks."
Lola hung up the phone rather abruptly.
Parker felt slightly dizzy as he turned his attention to Jenny Moran. "Well?"
"Maybe I can get this bastard to marry me," she said, grinning slyly.
"Miss Moran, that's not the best way to start a marriage."
"There could be worse ways," Jenny said, rising and holding out her hand to the doctor. "Do you deliver babies?"
"Of course."
"Fine. I'll call you in a day or two and tell you what my decision is."
"Very well. Good luck."
Parker went down the hall to examining room one. Connie was lying under the sheet, looking rather sheepishly at Parker.
"Well, how are you, Connie?"
"I, unh, think I have a case of vaginitis, Doctor," Connie said, her eyes raking the doctor's body lustfully.
For once Parker experienced a strong distaste for the wanton sexuality in his patient's expression. He had other, more important things in mind.
He pulled back the sheet, did a cursory examination of her breast, and then moved down over her belly. Her belly was fine, and he positioned himself at the foot of the examining table.
Using the speculum, he exposed her to his keen eye, and then removed the instrument.
"You have vaginitis, all right. I'll write out a prescription for you."
He started toward the head of the table, to wash his hands at the sink, when Connie's hand brushed across his bulging crotch.
Parker stiffened slightly and backed off. Connie grabbed his hand and held it.
"What happened to you Friday night?" she asked.
Parker did manage a charming smile.
"I might ask you the same question."
"Could we discuss it tonight over dinner and drinks?" she asked.
"No, I'm afraid not tonight. I have an appointment this evening."
"Oh, please," Connie said, her eyes misty as she stared at the handsome doctor. She was aware that she had some bridge-building to do. She had been a little too profligate.
With her free hand she reached over and pulled out Parker's prick. It was hard and hot in her hand, and she smiled.
What she didn't realize was that the hard-on wasn't for her, but for Rita. Parker's manhood had responded the moment he had walked into the office and seen the beautiful nurse sitting at her desk, smiling at him.
"Oh, dear, did I do that?"
"I don't think so," Parker laughed, trying to remove her hand from his pulsating manhood.
Connie didn't take no readily. She was determined to land the handsome doctor, and she gripped harder at the base of his prick. She turned over slightly on her side, and opened her mouth, encasing the doctor's cock head in her hot oral cavity, slightly loosening the grip of her hand at the base of his cock.
That was all the advantage Parker needed. He grasped her wrist tightly, constricting the muscles so that her grip loosened more, and he pulled backward.
His prick pulled out of her mouth with a plopping sound, as she was attempting to suck all of it in.
"Doctor Evans!" she exclaimed, trying to grasp his prick again.
This time, Parker had had enough. He went to the foot of the table, and got out the straps. Before Connie knew what was happening, he had secured her legs in the stirrups, and had bound her arms to the sides of the examining table.
"What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes widening with disbelief.
"I am tying you up. You women talk a lot about your bodies belonging to you. Well, Miss Lord, my body belongs to me, and enough is enough! I said no, and I meant no!"
"Bullshit!" Connie exclaimed. "You have a hard-on."
"Yes, Miss Lord," Parker explained, softly. "But it's not for you."
"Where are you going?" Connie gasped, raising her head from the examining table to gaze pleadingly after Dr. Evans's retreating figure.
"I'm going to take care of the rest of my patients. You can stay there and think about what I said for a while. I'll come back and release you when I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."
"Ooooh!" Connie gasped, furious that she had got herself into this literal bind.
She struggled with the leather straps but learned soon enough that all she got for her pains were abrasions on her legs and wrists.
She lay back on the examining table to think about what the doctor had said, and to contemplate her rather embarrassing position.
Calling out didn't occur to Connie, and if it had, she would have discounted it. After all, when she stopped to think about it, she had done the sexual aggressing on this occasion, and a simple explanation from Dr. Evans was all that was needed to explain what he had done.
She clenched her fists in her bonds, and wondered how long he would keep her in bondage. Fully determined to get a date with the doctor for that evening, to start her campaign in earnest, she had turned down a date with Paul, and now she was absolutely furious with herself.
Fun was fun, obviously, but the doctor obviously wasn't serious. And to think she had been! It was the first mistake she had ever made With regard to a man, and the knowledge hurt her rather inflated ego sharply.
She struggled a little more, not wanting to live with her thoughts in the quiet examining room.
Parker went out to the reception office.
For a little while, at least, the steady stream of patients had stopped.
Parker went up to the desk, where Rita was labeling slides for the laboratory.
"Rita?"
"Hmm?"
She looked up, her gorgeous blue eyes full on his face. Parker winced at the hard-on, which only got hotter and harder in his pants.
"Would you like to have dinner and drinks with me tonight?"
Inwardly he trembled. For the first time, a negative response from a woman, something he seldom got, meant something to him, and he quailed at the possibility.
It had taken him a whole morning to work up his courage to ask.
Rita smiled and cocked her head curiously to one side.
"Why, yes, I'd love it," she said.
"I realize it's short notice, but. . . "
"Oh, that's all right," Rita said, going back to her work. Suddenly her head shot up.
"Where's Connie?"
Parker grinned at her, his smile somewhat lewd.
"She's, err, slightly tied up at the moment. Don't let anyone use examining room one for a couple of hours."
"Dr. Evans!"
"This time I'm thoroughly justified. She made a rather obscene pass at me and wouldn't take no for an answer."
Rita was now doubly mystified.
"I don't understand," she replied. "Since when did you turn down an opportunity like Connie Lord?"
"I'm sick of playing."
"Oh!" Rita exclaimed.
For the rest of the afternoon, Rita went around in a bemused state. She was afraid to make any judgments on Parker's behavior. She was too afraid that she would, in the service of her wishful thinking, misinterpret Parker's actions in the wrong light.
But Lola, apparently, got as short shrift as
Connie had. He released Connie after two hours, and she left meekly, after accepting the prescription from the doctor.
By the end of the day, Rita was almost beside herself with excitement and curiosity.
When they were closing up the office, Parker asked her where she'd like to go for dinner.
"Anywhere, really."
"No preference?"
Rita shook her head. How could she tell him that anywhere in the world would be good enough for her, as long as she was with him?
He took her to a quiet French restaurant, and the time flew as they talked, easily and well. Familiarity had given them that ease, at least, and Parker was relieved that his shy feeling didn't show in his being tongue-tied.
They walked out of the restaurant, and Parker turned to the lovely Rita.
"Would you care to come to my apartment for a nightcap?" he asked her gallantly.
"Why, Dr. Evans, is that what you really had in mind?" Rita quipped.
Parker smiled at her.
"No."
"I'd love to go to your apartment for a nightcap. It'll be the first time we've fucked together outside your office."
For once in his life, the rough mention of sex caused Dr. Parker to wince. He didn't want the casualness between himself and Rita any more, but Rita was still playing a part. She wasn't sure what Parker had in mind, and she certainly wasn't going to leave herself open for disappointment or rejection.
They walked to Parker's apartment.
"Oh, I like it! But why so big?" Rita asked, when Parker ushered her into his home.
"I got it big enough for a family so I wouldn't have to bother with the hassle of moving. Marriage is a big enough chore."
Rita laughed.
"I can see why you think so!" she declared.
Parker went behind the bar, and poured a drink for himself and for Rita.
"That isn't what I meant. I mean the expense and the time involved in preparing for a wedding. That's not the time to have to look for an apartment. And if we have a baby a year later, why move twice?"
"Oh!" Rita exclaimed, sitting down and accepting the drink which Parker handed to her. "I didn't realize you were that serious about marriage."
"I've always been serious about marriage," Parker said, sitting beside her, and clinking glasses with her. "When I settle down, I intend to settle down."
"Just like that?" Rita asked.
"Just like that!" Parker answered.
"Do you have a special girl in mind."
"I certainly do."
Rita felt her heart plummet to her feet. Her mind moved over the list of patients who were possibilities. There was Lola and she had had a blood test today!
"Anyone I know?"
"I assume so."
Rita put her drink down and snuggled closer to Parker.
Dammit, she thought to herself, if he can fly into the arms of another woman, the least she could do was get her final licks in. The problem was, she felt like crying, when Parker's lips came down and covered hers with a warm, sensual kiss.
She sagged against his chest, surrendering to the pleasure of the kiss. His tongue insinuated itself into her hot oral cavity and she sucked greedily on it, taking note of every breath Parker drew. It might be her last time to appreciate the small things.
The one regret she had was that she had never slept with him.
"Would you care to spend the night?" Parker asked her, his deep blue eyes warmly gazing at her.
Rita smiled and nodded, too afraid to open her mouth, for fear the lump in her throat would melt. It was almost as if Parker had guessed what she was thinking.
She suddenly wondered if he were aware of the long-time affection she had had for him, that strong torch that never seemed to flicker and go out.
Parker stood up and picked Rita up in his arms, bringing her into his bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed, and then began to undress her, kissing her and caressing her as he expertly divested her of her clothing.
Rita writhed under his gently, sensuous hands, and then watched him as he stripped himself.
His powerful body glowed warmly in the dim light from the night table lamp. He lay down beside her, and pulled her lush body against his.
Once again, Rita surrendered to the hot moist kiss which Parker planted on her, soft, ripe lips. She squirmed against his hairy loins rubbing her hungry muff against his pubes, feeling his powerful prick pulsating powerfully against her belly.
She reached between their bodies and grasped his massive manhood, softly caressing it.
She pressed her fingertip against his piss slit, smearing around the drop of pre-come which glistened on the head of his cock.
Parker moved down over her body, and his lips clamped on her right nipple. Rita moaned, and writhed with increasing ardor as she felt Parker's mouth sucking her nipple to a puckered stiff bud, which tingled hotly with desire.
He tongued his way to her left boob, and sucked on the little pink nubbin of flesh which crowned her left tit, until it was as puckered and sensitized as her right nipple.
Then he tongued his way down her belly, until he drove the tip of his tongue into her sensitive navel.
"Oh, fuck me, Parker!" she gasped.
She spread her legs, exposing her passion-swollen pussy meat to Parker's hot gaze.
He crouched between her legs, pressing his cock head against her honeyed sex ditch and thrust inward.
Rita gasped, and arched upward, driving his prick deeper into her well-greased cunt.
She felt the hot devastation of Parker's prick as he lunged inward, planting his fleshy, throbbing stalk to the hilt in her wet, sweet meadow of lust.
He lowered his body against hers, pressing her into the mattress, and he started to move in her, his cock pulling out to the tip, seeming to take forever, and then gliding into her well-buttered little hole.
His strokes were strong, but slow at first, and Rita savored the soft sweetness of the sexual excitement which built in her young ardent loins.
She started to buck her hips upward, her blond maidenhairs meshing against the dark hairs of Parker's pubes.
She felt his balls pressing against her humping quivering ass cheeks as she rose upward, to meet his downward thrust.
His hairy loins stimulated her pussy flesh which pulsated powerfully with her excitement. She felt her clitoris pop out of its fleshy sheath. It seemed to be on fire, and the fires shot through her already overheated body, driving her crazier.
Parker's prick continued to pump in and out of her creaming cunt. Her juices flowed downward, oozing out around Parker's thick cock as he lunged into her over and over again and with increasing frenzy.
Her desirous honey flowed down her ass crack and stained the sheets beneath her undulating ass cheeks.
Parker's prick seemed to lunge inward deeper and deeper, as Rita writhed under his sweating, throbbing torso.
She threw her legs up in the air and wrapped them around Parker's undulating waist, as the sweet passion built and built in her, driving her wilder.
She felt the fiery pin-pricks of passionate pleasure surging through her body, as she locked her legs around Parker's hard-humping waist. He was driving his prick harder and faster into her creaming snatch now, and Rita felt as if her insides were melting, as Parker continued to fuck her, getting wilder and wilder as his own balls swelled with a seething load of come cream.
Rita caressed his back, feeling the fine tremor of passion which gripped his muscles. She moaned against his mouth which again covered hers, and sucked his tongue deeper into her orifice, as his prick ravaged her pussy with increasing fury.
His hairy loins became wet and matted with the thick juices which flowed lavishly from her pussy.
The fleshy abrasion of his prick against her pussy walls raised her temperature to a feverish pitch.
Finally she felt a wild tremor surge through her, and then her cuntal walls closed in rhythmically around Parker's hard-driving dork, as she started to come.
She came wildly, abandoning herself to the intense waves of spastic pleasure which seemed to grip her entire body. If this were goodbye, she wanted it to be the best one she could get.
And she wanted to give the best too.
Her hips gyrated upward, and she mashed her pussy meat hard against his hairy loins, as she came violently, her body wracked with delicious spasms.
At the height of her orgasm, she felt the hot wet kiss of Parker's scum pouring into her overheated twat.
She squealed with the delicious delirium which wreaked havoc with her reason, and her body writhed and humped under Parker's body like a mad woman's.
Her flesh gleamed with a thin patina of sex sweat, and her skin crawled with goose bumps, caused by the powerful pleasure which had taken possession of her.
Parker humped into her over and over again, each inward lunge spewing more of his thick and seething load into her pussy.
Rita's orgasm peaked and then started to fade away slowly. Her ears rang with the impassioned blood which surged through her, and she felt light-headed, actually felt as if her body were as light as air and would float away.
Parker thrust into her one last time, and then his body relaxed on top of Rita's.
She clutched at him with something akin to desperation, savoring the way his heart beat wildly against her right tit, loving the way their flesh was glued together with their sex juices and the heat of their encounter.
Parker caressed Rita's gossamer-fine blond hair, and kissed her face all over, planting little wet marks on her soft, heated flesh.
Rita moaned and felt her juices flowing hotly again. Parker's prick still throbbed, semi-erect in her pussy, and as soon as she started to squirm under his warm body, Parker started to hump in her again.
Once again he brought her to a wild orgasm, and then lay on top of her. Rita had fully intended to stay awake all night, just savoring the closeness which might never be hers again.
But, sated momentarily with Parker's cock, she did fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, Parker's body still partially covering hers like a warm, sexy blanket, his weight pinning her to the earth, while her still excited imagination thought that she might spin off the fiercely-spinning earth into the void of outer space.
And his body was still on top of hers, his warmth permeating her flesh, when she woke up, stretching luxuriously, the following morning.
Parker fucked her again, and they showered together.
Then Parker took her for breakfast. Rita was quiet, but happy.
If she never saw Parker again, at least she had had that wonderful evening with him.
Parker's thoughts were equally agonized.
He didn't know if Rita loved him or not, but he decided he would persist with his courtship until he had some sign one way or the other.
He was risking refusal, but Rita was more than worth the risk. She would break his heart if she refused.
CHAPTER NINE
By Thursday, Lola's blood tests had come through and the report was, as Parker suspected, good.
He took Rita out Wednesday night, and then asked her to go dancing with him on Friday night.
In the meantime, he was taking care of the other battleground-the sexual ones comprising him and his patients. At the moment, it was he against the rest of them, and they became increasingly persistent.
If Rita were surprised that he resisted their blandishments where he had never resisted them before, Parker was doubly surprised.
Rita, however, for all Parker's attentions, for all his surprising thoughtfulness, such as bringing her flowers for her desk, and suddenly remembering to pick up a scarf he had heard her mention that she had liked in the window of a boutique close to their office, labored under a false impression.
Parker was going to marry Lola. She was sure of that. He was having one last fling with her "because she was his friend. She admired the diplomacy which he used to fend off the lovelorn ladies who walked into his office.
Fortunately for Parker, they didn't stop coming.
In the meantime, Parker had an interview with one of the city hospitals, and volunteered for clinic duty in one of the teeming programs offered for the less fortunate.
Parker discovered that he loved the work, and he became totally and immediately involved in it.
The following week, Parker got an engraved invitation from Lola, inviting him to her wedding.
Laughing, he brought it out to Rita.
"May I assume that you will accept my invitation to be my guest?" he asked his lovely nurse.
Rita gasped, positively stunned when she saw the invitation to the wedding. She looked at it for a moment, not comprehending, and then she concentrated on the name of Lola's intended.
She looked up at him, shaking slightly, almost white from relief, and some other strange sensation that she was too confused at the moment to acknowledge or define.
"Well?"
"Well, yes, I'd love to go," Rita said. "I can't believe she's getting married!"
"Neither can I, frankly. But, yes, I can imagine it."
"How do you suppose it happened?"
Parker shrugged.
"Do any of us know how anything happens?"
"I'll answer this and post it right away," Rita said.
"What should I get her for a wedding present?" Rita giggled.
"I know what she'd like, but I don't think it's appropriate for a wedding gift."
"Well, think of something else, then," Parker quipped.
"Get her a gift certificate. In spite of all the gifts women get for weddings, there's always something that everyone forgets that she will probably need, or want."
"With her money, I doubt that there's anything she can't have, but it's a good idea."
Four weeks later, Parker and Rita attended Lola's wedding. There were a lot of people there whom Parker knew. By now his work at the clinic was becoming known, and at the wedding, he handed out a lot of cards, which pleased him enormously.
They weren't women looking for a lay but woman, and a few men on behalf of their wives, looking for a good doctor!
At one point, having gone for a drink for himself and Rita, he found her talking with Connie.
"Parker, this is Paul, Connie's boyfriend."
"I met Paul at Connie's party. Nice to see you again," Parker said.
Connie grinned, and slipped her arm through Paul's arm.
"We're living together now. We may be getting married soon," she said, smiling somewhat archly at the doctor who had bound her to his table.
"Congratulations!" Parker said, amused that Connie should go the same route as Lola.
Lenny walked up to the group as they were chatting.
"How'd you get her, Lenny?" Paul asked.
Lenny laughed.
"How'd you get Connie?"
"I did a little convincing, that's all," Paul said. Parker looked at the two men, and began to wonder just how they had nailed the women down. He began to wonder just how it had all happened.
Lenny laughed, and dug an elbow into Paul's side.
"Listen, you know how to keep a woman in line?"
"Dr. Evans does," Rita said slyly. Parker felt a slight flush tinge his handsome face. Connie giggled.
She turned to Rita.
"Yes, I would say, off-hand, that he does," she replied. She turned and winked at Parker. "Good shot, Dr. Evans."
Parker raised an eyebrow, and nodded, too afraid to speak. He took a hefty swig of his drink. Rita was suppressing the laughter that glistened, limpid, in her dewy blue eyes, and Parker got a hard-on just looking at her flushed, happy face.
"Yeah," Lenny said, fixing the good doctor with a keen look, "so I've heard."
Parker almost choked on his drink, but Lenny's face brightened with a broad, lewd smile.
"Well, what's the secret?" Paul asked, putting an arm possessively around Connie, who giggled.
"You tie them down a little and redden their bottoms a little. Then they know who's boss. They come around."
"Well!" Paul said, leering at Connie. Connie and Rita burst out laughing. Parker took another stiff sip of his drink.
The wedding was pleasant, and the reception lasted a long time. Parker and Rita left late, tired and happy.
"Stop at my place?" Parker asked.
"As it happens, I'm prepared," Rita laughed, patting the large pocket book she was carrying. "I seem to spend more time at your place than at my own"
Parker felt his heart plummeting to his feet.
"Well, why don't you just give up your place, and stay with me permanently?" he asked.
He felt a drag on his elbow, as Rita stood stark still on the sidewalk. He turned to see her looking at him, her soft mouth slightly parted.
"What?" she asked.
Parker chucked her under the chin.
"You're catching flies."
"What?" Rita asked.
Parker took a deep breath and started to sweat.
"Will you marry me?" he asked. "What?"
Parker turned and put both his hands on Rita's shoulders, and kissed her still-parted lips, softly. His arms slithered around her back, and he pressed her hard against his throbbing chest.
The kiss deepened, and Rita sagged against his body, feeling his hard, pulsating hard-on against her creaming muff.
Parker broke the kiss.
"Listen, get hold of yourself. That's a once in a lifetime offer, and I don't know if I have the guts to repeat it."
"What?" Rita asked, and then she started to laugh. The laughter turned into happy tears, and she pressed her face against Parker's shoulder.
"Words to remember memorable occasions by," Parker quipped. "Come on, let's go home."
In the elevator, going up to Parker's apartment, Rita looked at him, still awed. "Listen, Parker."
"What?"
Rita giggled, his response was so close an imitation of her dumbfounded responses on the street.
"Are-are you sure this is what you want?"
"What?"
Parker leaned down and gently bit the tip of her straight, small nose.
"Did you really ask me to marry you?" Parker pinched her. "Feel that?"
"Parker, please! I'm all-all upside-down."
"I know, darling. It's so sudden."
"Yes," she gasped.
In the apartment, she sat down rather numbly, staring straight ahead.
"Well for God's sake!" Parker quipped, bringing her a drink. "I asked you to marry me! I didn't mean to traumatize you into a catatonic state."
"I suppose it really wasn't so sudden, after all," Rita said.
"No," Parker replied, sitting beside her, and pulling her against his shoulder, "it wasn't really. You were under my nose all the time, and we just had to get to know each other."
Rita didn't want the drink. She was intoxicated with Parker. She put her drink down, and curled her arms around Parker's neck, looking at him adoringly.
"How would you like to decorate the apartment?" he asked her, kissing her lightly on her lips.
"With babies," she said, biting his lower lip. Parker laughed, and picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
They undressed each other, and fell on the bed, locked tightly in each other's arms.
Parker's hands caressed Rita's body softly. Rita shivered with sexual anticipation. She covered Parker's face with kisses, and then grasped his massive prick, throbbing hotly between their pressed-together bodies.
She moaned when she felt the hot hard rod of his lust.
Parker pushed her over onto her back and Rita spread her legs. Her pink inner petals of flesh flowered outward, glistening with the dew of her desire.
She moaned as she felt Parker pressing his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head against her quivering hole.
Unwilling to wait for his thrust, she arched up hungrily, impaling herself on Parker's throbbing, lusty sword.
Parker grunted, and thrust inward, driving his huge hard prick into her teeming twat.
Rita shivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her like hot lightning. She arched upward, driving her swollen muff against his hairy loins.
Her clitoris became inflamed and elongated, sprouting out of its fleshy sheath and adding to the wild welter of sensations which glutted her body with carnal excitement.
Her juices flowed heavily, lubricating
Parker's prick as he started to pump in and out of her cunt, his hard shaft driving her crazy with delight.
She moaned, and bucked upward, her upward thrusts meshing with Parker's downward lunges. The impact of his hairy loins against her sex flesh jarred her body.
Parker lowered himself on top of her sweating flesh. Their bodies were glued together with the moisture and heat of their passion as they writhed and squirmed on each other, taking and giving pleasure.
Parker's mouth covered hers, and he worked his arms under her quivering back and pressed her hard against him.
Rita squirmed against his chest, feeling her breasts flattening out under his weight. Her nipples puckered as she rubbed them against his smooth skin, and they tingled with erotic excitement.
Parker's prick lunged into her over and over again, his hard pulsating rod wreaking a sweet devastation in the depths of her wet and willing womanhood.
She felt the fiery pin-pricks of passion gripping her sex flesh and she moaned against his mouth, biting lightly on his tongue as it raked the roof of her mouth.
Her cuntal walls rippled and her entire body shuddered with pre-orgasmic tension. Her heated flesh became covered with goose bumps and she bucked upward with increasing frenzy, as she felt his prick plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Then her pussy walls began to convulse rhythmically against his hard-driving cock. The convulsions intensified until Rita felt as if she had lost the boundaries of her own flesh.
She pressed herself hard against Parker's body, wanting to bury her flesh in his, losing herself in the wanton, carnal luxury of her orgasm.
At the height of her orgasmic tumult, she felt Parker's prick spewing his thick warm load into her cunt. His juices mixed hotly with hers and swelled the slimy stream of liquid lust which oozed out of her well-stuffed, quivering snatch.
She moaned loudly as she started to come down from the delicious inebriation of passion which had short-circuited her mind and turned her into a writhing, rutting animal.
Parker's prick lunged inward again and again, until he had shot the last of his wad into her teeming twat.
His body relaxed on top of hers, seeming to spread, and he hugged her tightly, intensifying the pulsations of passion which still possessed her body.
She curled her legs around his sweating waist, and tightened the grip of her arms around his neck, caressing his back, savoring the sweetness of togetherness.
Against her tit, she could feel his heart beating strongly, the rate of his pulse slowly gradually, until the two of them had subsided into a wet, warm aftermath of pleasure.
Rita felt as if she hadn't had enough, could never have enough of Parker's magificent prick.
It still lodged in the soggy swamp of her lust, throbbing and semi-erect. She squeezed her pussy walls around it, and looked at him, finally. His eyes still glowed with lust.
"I still don't believe it's happening," she gasped.
Parker smiled and kissed her lips, softly.
"I mean, you could have had any woman you wanted!" she said, getting delirious all over again.
"You are the only woman," he said.
"I thought you wanted Lola."
"I didn't know what I wanted."
"I always knew what I wanted," she said, biting his lower lip, and then tracing the curved line of his lips.
"Did you?"
Parker looked at her with something akin to awe.
Rita nodded happily.
"I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you."
Parker laughed.
"You're a patient woman," he said. "Not at all," she replied. "Just determined."
"I'll have 'to look for another nurse," he replied.
"So soon?"
"I want to get married soon."
"Well, that doesn't mean. . . "
"And I want a family soon! I'm paying a lot of money for the extra space in this apartment!"
Rita smiled.
"And you can interview her," Parker said.
"Do you have someone in mind?"
"There's a young black student nurse at the clinic-real bright, and dedicated. She might be very good in the office. She doesn't put up with shit from no one!"
"Oh, Parker, watch your language."
"I love you."
"Yes, me too," Rita said, her body quivering, as Parker started to move in her again.
Impaled on Parker's cock, feeling his passion overcome her, she abandoned herself to the man she loved.
She arched her hips up, grinding her pussy meat against his hairy loins. His pubic hairs were wet and matted with the honey which flowed lavishly from her pussy.
His cock swelled in her cunt, as he drove his prick in and out of her quivering quim.
She squealed and threw her legs up in the air, wrapping them around Parker's slender, hard-humping waist.
"Oh, Parker, so good!"
"Yes, love," he gasped, his tongue nuzzling her ear. His cock lunged into her more and more deeply, as she surrendered to his wild hot fucking.
She felt her body swelling with the heated waves of passion which swirled through her.
The pleasure which gripped her belly felt like viscid warm waves from some sexy sea. She felt as if her body were going to explode with the sweet agony which gripped her.
Her nipples stiffened once more with carnal excitement, and her flesh seemed to crawl with the lewd delight to which she had abandoned herself.
The fire of passion which possessed her young, ardent loins, spread outward, until she felt as if her insides were melting, oozing out of her cunt, which Parker's prick stuffed so well.
His hard prod drove deeply into her, the throbbing sides of his shaft massaging her itching pussy walls.
She felt her cuntal walls closing in around his hard-driving dork, as his cock head plumbed the depths of her teeming twat.
The fleshy friction of his prick against her sex flesh heightened her temperature until she felt feverish with the wild excitement which surged through her.
It had taken her a long time to get Parker, and she knew as she writhed beneath his body, that she had to take some of the credit for getting his love. She had earned it.
Where other women had used him as a stud, she had always loved and admired him as a person, and it was a person who was making love to her now.
Rita was sensitive to the difference between a friendly fuck and making love. She squirmed hotly under Parker's body, feeling his prick driving deeply into her quivering cunt, feeling his passion flow over her like a wet warm blanket.
She felt light-headed as the excitement built in her, driving her into a more intense delirium than she had experienced before.
Her head seemed to swell, to spin off her body, and she was grateful for Parker's weight, pinning her to the mattress, as he lunged into her like a wild, rutting animal.
Her body felt light, and as she struggled happily in the throes of her approaching orgasm, she had the sensation that she would have floated off the bed.
Parker's massive cock drove deeper and deeper into her cunt, and she felt the first spasms gripping her cunt, which closed in on itself like a soft, sweating fist.
The spasms spread outward, gripping her pussy walls, and then causing her entire body to convulse hotly.
She pressed her head back against the sweat-moist pillow, and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy as the power of her passion washed over her like a tidal wave.
Her ears rang with the lusty blood which surged through her, and every fiber of her flesh seemed to be possessed with a tingling upheaval which drove her crazy.
Her rational mind shut down, leaving her only with her cunt which seemed to have developed a will of its own and a mind which contained nothing in it but pure pleasure.
Parker's prick swelled in her pussy, and he lunged into her with almost brutal force as he took possession of the woman he loved.
His balls swelled and then contracted as they churned up their seething, heavy load of scum.
Rita squealed as she felt the hot "wet kiss of his gism pouring into her pussy.
The two lovers battered each other's body, driven crazy as they writhed in voluptuous agony.