It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, some hidden desire, a whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In a modern society, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes these dark passions do surface, either with the individual's consent or without it.
The Lady Plays Doctor is a dramatic representation of a woman-in this case a young woman doctor-who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. She finds it impossible to continue to keep her fantasies under control, and she plays them out to the fullest. And meanwhile, her day-to-day routine continues. But the nagging doubts increase with her growing depravity, and the young woman begins to wonder if she is willing or able to face the consequences of her actions. Her story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to "let it all hang out".
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Joyce Carruthers, M.D., her pussy throbbing unexpectedly, stood near-nude and trembling on the scales as the big man leaned close over her shoulder and said, "A hundred and eight pounds. Good weight for your height, and you sure do have it in the right places."
He was a little drunk and so was she. Following her long drive from the big city, be had welcomed her to her new job in his medical offices with a bottle of champagne. Joyce had not known how to refuse to drink it with him. She had not wanted to refuse it at the time. After years of college and medical school, champagne seemed like quite an appropriate way to begin her rather unusual internship. And before the cork had been popped,
Dr. Philip Morgan, the man she was to practice under for the next year, had seemed to be only professionally friendly toward her. He had congratulated her on her early graduation from medical school, had talked about the opportunities in interning and practicing in Roseville, and he had seemed to be the perfect gentleman there in his office in the big old frame building in the heart of town.
But as the level in the bottle had dropped, so had the direction of his gaze. First he'd been talking frankly and directly to her eyes. Then it had been her tits at which he had directed his remarks. By the time the bottle was halfway gone, he was addressing the hem of her skirt, some eight inches above her knees. She knew she had shapely knees and legs. She knew that her perky round tits attracted men. But she also knew that her relationship with Dr. Morgan was strictly a professional one, and that he should be able to control his insolent looks at her. And so she was trembling, partly with embarrassment and indignation, partly because of the tickling touch of his warm breath on her neck as she stood on the scales.
All Joyce had on was a smock. It was the same kind that the patients wore for their examinations. It was white, and made of soft muslin. It had short sleeves and its hemline came to the same height as that of the miniskirt she'd had on when she'd arrived at the doctor's office an hour before, both excited and exhausted. The little, smock tied at the back of her neck and was open from there to its hemline. She was blushing all over her body. At the time; it had seemed perfectly logical for Dr. Morgan to give her a complete physical prior to her employment with him. But now, late at night and wearing practically nothing in his empty office, Joyce felt very exposed and very vulnerable. He had her half drunk and out of her clothes and was almost certainly trying to seduce her. On the other hand, it was perfectly reasonable for him to examine her thoroughly before putting her to work with his patients in the morning.
"Sixty-two inches," he said as he nestled the sliding measurement bar in the curly blonde hair of her head. He entered this figure in his notebook as she stood trembling and blushing on the scales, and he said, "If you'll sit up on the examination table now, Dr. Carruthers, I'll examine your heart and lungs."
She had to jump up to sit her bare asscheeks down on the cold leather of the examination table. He went around behind the table, and the chill of the stethoscope on her back shot icy ripples through her body. It was hard to breathe evenly. His fingers seemed to thump right into her heart as he tap-tap-tapped on her ribcage. She felt dizzy and a little sick, and she tried to reestablish their purely medical relationship.
"I'm certainly looking forward to working under you, Dr. Morgan. Doing my internship here rather than in a hospital is a rare opportunity."
"Call me Phil when we're alone," he said as he slid his hands over her back. "Yeah, you'll like general practice, and I've got a feeling we'll get along well together as long as you do things my way."
He came around to the other side of the table, smiling crookedly, a handsome black-haired man whom she'd have to get to know very well in the next year. He resumed listening through the stethoscope and thumping her chest with his fingers. Through the material of her smock, the stethoscope was warm, but his fingers were every bit as penetrating as before.
"Of course I'm taking a chance on letting you in here," he said. "You've got to make good, you know. I'd hate to see you fail here and have to go back and do your internship in the city after the brilliant record you had in school."
She smiled with false confidence and said, "I know I'll do well here. As the youngest in the class, and with the best average, I'm all ready for practice."
"Grades don't mean a thing here. And the fact that you're a mere girl doesn't serve as an asset here," he said, and let the stethoscope dangle from his neck while he placed his cupped hands over her tits.
Joyce barely suppressed a gasp, and Dr. Morgan's grin became malevolent as he thoroughly felt of her tits through the smock. "Just checking for lumps," he said. "Checking you extra good. Can't have my intern finding fault with my technique."
"Of course, Dr. Morgan . . . Phil, that is." Joyce thought of broken bones and appendectomies. She tried to read the titles of the medical books lining his private office. Anything to get her mind off the terribly intimate gropings of his hands on her tits. She was almost desperate in her need to keep her nipples from responding to his touch.
At last his hands stopped their massaging of her breasts and his grin faded. "What have we here?" he said. "Let's have a closer look at this, dear."
He slipped his hands up inside the loose white smock and made Joyce feel decidedly faint when he closed them on her bare tits. By then she didn't care if she had a lump on her breast or not. All she cared about was getting through this ordeal with some of her dignity left. His creeping hands were raising gooseflesh on her body, and she could feel twinges of tingling firmness around her aureoles and nipples.
"Better have a look at this," he said, and had Joyce hold her smock up to her neck while he stared at her tits in his hands, feeling of them deeply, massaging them. No matter how hard she bit her lip, her treacherously responsive nipples swelled slowly and inexorably to rubbery stiffness. It was because she'd been without sex for too long. It was because of the excitement of at last being ready to work as a doctor. It certainly wasn't because she had blindly fallen in love with the handsome, single man before her who was fondling her tits.
"Not sure about this lump. We'll check it later. Pretty breasts. Damned nice figure," he said, showing the male chauvinist pig in him. "You could have done just as well as a Las Vegas show girl as you did at med school."
"Thank you," she said crisply. "Is that all now? I'd like to find a motel and get some sleep. It was a long drive."
"Nonsense. You're staying right here at the offices, in the apartment I lived in when I first came to Roseville. It'll save you money, and you'll be here to answer emergency night calls, lust take it easy on entertaining the men you'll attract here. And you'll sure attract them," he said.
She hated his snide remarks about her attractiveness. She hated his hands on her that way, but she couldn't look away from them. Eyes cast down, blushing, she looked at his fingers moving on her stiff nipples and, the little hemispheres of her tits. Her heart was pounding and yet her body felt all relaxed. She felt very tingly and alive, and at the same time pleasantly drowsy. She wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week, and yet she was very ready for her first patient.
"I'm going to do a pelvic examination now. Lie down on the table and relax. Here, have a little more champagne." He held the glass to her lips till she drank it dry. The long trip was getting to her now. Her bones felt rubbery as he helped her lie back. His hands were firm but gentle as he placed her heels in the stirrups, two feet apart at the end of the table. Her legs were wide open, her crotch fully exposed, but now Joyce felt no sense of false modesty. He was more than her boss, he was a physician, and she trusted him entirely. He placed his hands high up on her inner thighs, examined her cuntlips with his thumbs. She yawned and sighed. Nothing to worry about. Soon she could sleep.
"Your vulva is quite moist. You've a good, healthy odor to you; Joyce. You can tell a great deal about a patient's health by his body odor. The flavor of an individual's perspiration is also an indication of his state of health. Did you know that slave traders used to lick the chests of slaves they were going to buy? It told them whether they were buying healthy merchandise. I can tell a lot about...
"Oh-h-h-h-h." He was licking her pussy! No, that couldn't be. He couldn't be performing cunnilingus on her, He was only demonstrating one of his homespun diagnoses. But, dear God, it was almost impossible to stand it! Her feet pushed harder into the stirrups, her hands clutched hard at the sides of the table. She grimaced and went tense all over her body, and he went on licking her cunt in an absolutely maddening fashion.
The doctor's tongue was licking up her wide-open slit, tasting her, and almost driving her mad. She had to hold still for it somehow, and that was so very hard to do, for his broad thick tongue was touching her everywhere there while his hands pushed her quaking legs still farther apart.
"Don't. P-Please!" she blurted, writhing and trembling as he licked heavily through her cunt.
"You taste healthy enough," he said, hands slipping down to firmly clasp her tensed asscheeks now, thumbs still holding her cuntlips open for his swirling tongue.
"It's late. I've got to go to bed. Finish this another time," she said, gasping and panting, writhing and feeling like a fool for reacting like this to his attentions.
"Sure. Another time," he said, and his lips circled her clitoris and his tongue drew it to a firmly reaching point, and Joyce's back arched up off the table.
"Please! Don't! I'm so sensitive there!"
"And here?" he asked, and crouched lower, and pushed his thickly tapered tongue up into the tight slick portals of her cunt.
"Oh, Doctor, please! God, I can't stand that!" she cried, trying now to get her feet out of the stirrups, but finding her legs paralyzed from the hot lances of quivering heat shooting down through them.
"You shouldn't be all that sensitive there," he murmured against her pulsing pussy. "According to Kinsey, here's where all the action is," he said, and swiped his tongue up the open slit to push against her pulsing clitoris with it, while his firm lips sucked strongly on her there.
"This isn't fair. Don't do this to me," she moaned, close to tears, closer still to an orgasm which she had no desire for at all.
"I'll give you a chance to get even later," he said. He took another breath, and settled down to give her a cunt-sucking that broke down all her will to resist.
"Oh my God, suck it, suck it, suck it! Nobody's sucked my cunt for months.. . years, and it feels so goddamned fucking good I can't believe it! Wonderful goddamned cunt lapper!" she said, exulting in the vulgarities that streamed forth from her twisted, smiling lips. "Shit! Big fucking tongue! You know how to suck a cunt . . . ten times better than those stupid. . . ah-h-h-h . . . those stupid nurses did. OH, YES, KISS IT! SUCK MY CUNT!" she cried, and wrenched her little hands from the table's edges to hold her twat open wide for the hot kisses of this wonderful man who was pleasing her so very much, giving her just what she'd needed.
"I'm gonna fuck you, too," he said, and sucked her clit between his teeth, nipping it so unexpectedly and sweetly that Joyce was immediately catapulted into the throes of orgasm.
"FUCK ME, EAT ME, FUCK ME!!!" she yelled, arching high off the table now as her trembling little body followed the course of the skyrockets bursting in her head. "My cunt, eat my CUNT!" she cried through a wild delirium of delight, splaying her legs wide for more of his kisses as she came quaking down to kiss the table with her hot bottom once again.
"You like to talk when you're having sex, eh?" he said, between one marvelously tingling kiss and the next. "You can't help cussing and talking dirty, can you?" he said, chuckling and rubbing his chin against her exploding clit. Total release. That's good. I like it. So will Miss Beresford," he said, and buried his handsome face between her legs once again, and stabbed and swirled in her gushingly open cunt with his wonderful wonderful tongue.
"Oh, shit!" Joyce cried, exploding again. "Feels so fucking good I can't stand it, I CAN'T STAND IT! Eat my cunt! For God's sake, don't stop yet! It feels so good, to come, come, com-m-m-me!" she moaned, arching up off the table again, elevated by the strong hands squeezing her asscheeks and the far stronger feelings surging everywhere within her little writhing body.
Head rocking back and forth on the leather, the room was a kaleidoscope seen through her whipping blonde hair. The gleaming instruments, the medicine bottles, the medical volumes, all the things she loved were surrounding her, while this marvelous man she so admired made her come over and over again with his wonderful hot kisses. It had been months since she'd had any sex, and now he was releasing all her pent-up sexual energies at once. He was doing it in just the way she'd subconsciously wanted it-thoroughly, passionately licking her cunt, promising her better things to come, even encouraging her to use those exciting obscenities that somehow burst out of her when she was having sex.
She reached down and grasped his hair with her fingers, pulled his face harder against the seething gash, all hot and wet between her legs. "Suck my twat and then fuck me!" she cried, hips jerking up at his agile thick tongue, body throwing a fuck at his handsome face. "Oh God, I need this so bad! Make me come just one more time and then shove that big hot cock of yours in me and fuck me silly! Years of work, years of training; I'd give it all up to feel your cock in me! But, make me come with your tongue again first! YES! YES!" she hoarsely cried as he sucked in her clit and most of her vulva and lashed that supersensitive flesh with his tongue. "IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD! AAAOQOOOO!!! YEEEE-E-E-E-E!!! So good I can't STAND IT! CAN'T STAND ANY MORE!!!" she screamed as the orgasm became painfully intense.
His fingers deep in her asscheeks were alone enough to make her come now, but still he was sucking with fierce passion on her clit. She was weeping, sobbing too hard to beg him to stop and let her rest for t moment before she took his cock in her cunt. She felt she'd had in these few minutes enough cunt-lapping to last her a lifetime, but she still hungered for his cock. Just a little rest, then that lovely hard cock in her cunt, and she'd be sexually satisfied for many months to come.
Her hands were pushing at his head now. She lay there shivering and shuddering, still tingling with the residues of her orgasms, very, painfully sensitive now to even those last touches of his tongue tip swirling over her cunt. His tongue was teasing it, trying to soothe it while she lay there panting and moaning, trying to regain her senses.
Joyce sighed deeply when at last he arose, licking his smiling lips. "Your cunt tastes good. You've really got a little honey-hole there, Dr. Carruthers. And you sure know bow to come."
"It's been so long. I was practically out on my feet when I got here. You took me by surprise. I don't. . . normally do this."
He just chuckled at her explanations. She tried to pull down her smock, but he flipped it up again. She was still so weak from the sudden inundation of sex that she couldn't get up from the table, but she could cover her face with her hands. She wondered exactly what she'd said to him in the heat of her passion, and she wondered if she'd heard him right when he'd been talking.
"Please don't." she said, when he put his hand on her cunt again. "I'll have coitus with you, Dr . . . Phil, but first let me rest for just a minute."
He chuckled and went on slipping his fingers over her wet flesh. He said, "Coitus? Let's not get medical after; hours, Dr. Carruthers. You're just plain Joyce now, and we're going to fuck, not have coitus. So you like to have your cunt licked, eh?"
"Yes. Of course. What normal woman doesn't enjoy cunnilingus?" she said, face hidden in her shaking hands, trying hard to get hold of herself.
"You like it when some handsome bastard with a big fucking tongue sucks your cunt, eh? You really go for cunt lappers?" he said, toying with his finger around the opened lips of her cunt.
It was awful hearing her words thrown back at her. It made her ashamed, and at the same time it started little twinges of wicked excitement flowing again. "I told you," she said, "enjoyment of cunnilingus is normal for a woman.
"But I did it ten times better than those stupid little nurses. Is that right, Joycie?" he said, fingers still moving.
Joyce moaned and tried to close her legs. "I didn't meant that," she said. "I was . . . I was just fantasizing."
"If that excites you, you won't have to fantasies around here. My receptionist, Miss Beresford, she likes to lick cunt. She's bisexual. She'd give that pretty little twat of yours a licking you wouldn't soon forget. She'd suck your cunt for you. She'd kiss this pretty little box till you came as good as you did for me."
"Don't. . . talk like that," she said, starting to breathe hard again, feeling the champagne bubbles tingling in her bloodstream once more. "I didn't mean any of the things I said."
"You got all the nurses at med school to go down on you, did you? Those stupid little nurses, all impressed by your medical talent, impressed enough for you to get them to suck your cunt. Did you eat them too, Joyce? Do you like licking cunt as much as you like having yours licked for you?"
"No, no, no," she moaned. "It wasn't like that at all." She was getting quite hot again. It was his fingers, and the smell of his male body so close beside her as she lay there giddy and confused on the table. "It was just one time. Months and months ago. An impromptu party. Too much wine. We played strip poker, and.. . and there was some horseplay. Nothing more. Oh, Doctor. Oh, Phil. Do it to me now. I'm so ready. I'll be good to you."
"Do what?" he said, twiddling her clit again, reawakening all her vigorous lusts before they had a chance to go properly to sleep for a while. "Lick your twat some more? I've had about enough of that."
"No, fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck my cunt," she said, and she smiled and took her hands from her face, wanting to see him now to add to the lust that was already wonderfully out of control again.
"You be good to me first," he said, and the smile froze on her face, for there was his cock staring her right in the face.
Chapter Two
The sight of Dr. Morgan's cock startled Joyce, but only for a moment. He'd dropped his pants and now its big rosy head, wet with his seminal oozings, was thrust through the doctor's white coat. It was a big cock, a long one with a robustly sized head on it. Its little mouth Was gaping wide at her, as if it were silently screaming for her pussy, just as her pussy was silently screaming for that big hot cock to be in it. His fingers, still smoothly moving over the slickened surfaces of her cunt, couldn't begin to give her the pleasure that cock could. Even the doctor's wonderful tongue wouldn't be as good as that cock in her once he slid it in her cunt and worked it in and out till he'd filled her with his come and sent her skyrocketing to heaven.
"Yes, I'll be good to you," Joyce murmured to the big prick there before her eyes, and reached up with one trembling hand to touch it.
It was hot and hard, just as she knew it would be. It was ticker to the touch than it looked. It would stretch her cunt, hurt her at first, but even the pain would be pleasure to her after her months of sexual abstinence. It throbbed in her hand, just like her cunt was throbbing and pulsing under the doctor's teasing fingers.
"I'll be good to your beautiful cock. Just get it in me and fuck the shit out of me," she said, her cultured voice almost a growl now in her dizzily mounting need.
"Suck it first. Eat me like I ate you," he said, and shoved it at her over the examination table.
The foreskin peeled further back in her hand. The already taut skin of the knob grew even tauter under her grip as it came at her face, at her mouth. Joyce had never sucked a man off before. Each and every time she'd had sex, her pussy had been in such crying need to be filled that she'd simply climbed on the man's cock without even stopping to suck on it first. She had thought about sucking cock, however. The idea of it wasn't totally repugnant to her, but neither did it hold much appeal to her. In her opinion, it was simply a way of pleasing a man, something very nice to do for the man she would someday love. And now here she was with a man who was almost a total stranger to her, his cock mere inches from her mouth, and looming ever closer.
She could smell it, rich and rank and meaty, and yet at the same time with a deeply permeating aroma that she couldn't identify, but that she could feel clear down to her toes. She could see it, she could smell it, and then she could taste it as she opened her mouth to protest and it was pushed in through her lips before she could utter more than a whimper.
Her first sensation was that of its silken texture.
Then all at once she was hit with its warmth, its life, and the taste of it, oh, the taste of it! Gone was the rankness and present was that deeply permeating flavor making her tastebuds tingle and her mouth water for more of it. She rolled over on her side, little, tits lolling on her chest under the rumpled smock. She took a good hold on it and sucked.
"Easy, baby, easy," he cautioned, and she made herself ease back lest she damage this wonderfully precious thing. It was so strong, yet so fragile and delicate. She'd anticipated such pleasure from it once it was inserted in her cunt, and already it was giving her a new kind of pleasure that was satisfying enough in itself.
"That's right," he said, stroking her head, sliding it in and out of her mouth through her pursed lips. "Nice and easy. And lick it. Lick my cockhead like I licked your little clit, Joycie. Yeah, you're a good cocksucker, kid," he said as he tickled her clit with his fingers and tickled her tongue with his cock. "This is one doctor's office where you'll get some good training. Teach you to suck me off and drop your pants for a hot fuck whenever I feel like one. Teach you how to take it up your pretty little butt hole and like it. Yeah-h-h-h-h, between me and Emily, we'll teach you, a lot of things, you hot little nympho of a doctor; And you'll love it. You'll love every bit of it. Just like you love getting fucked in the mouth, baby. Between me and Miss Beresford, we'll keep your pussy raw, and you'll love every minute of it. Right? Am I right?" His hands demanded an answer. One was pinching her clit and the other was pinching her nipple. It was painful, it was demanding an answer, and it trilled Joyce to the core when she reverently nodded her head yes as she sucked the doctor's big hot cock.
"My balls. Kiss my balls," he said.
Her lips tried to follow his cockhead as it was withdrawn from her panting mouth. Everywhere in her body she was seething with hunger for more, more of his cock, more of the insane excitement that was coursing and bursting so magnificently in her now.
His prick slid across her face, under her nose and over her lips, and she writhed in an ecstasy of hat desire for more of this lust that was overcoming her. His balls, soft and hot and hairy, kissed her cheek, and she turned her head and clasped them to her lips with her hand. The smell of him was everywhere now, filling her brain, taking over her being as she pelted his big nuts with worshipful kisses. Madness had taken her over and she welcomed it. She was coming, not just in her cunt, but everywhere in her body, and every moment more, more, more.
"Lick my balls. Think about the good stuff inside 'em, and lick my nuts," he told her, sluicing his finger up and down through the twitching, jerking trough of her cunt, pushing his hot nuts against her face.
"Mmmmmm! NNNNG!" The sweaty rich taste of his nuts was enough to drive her crazy, and their warmth added further to her wildness. Her body was shuddering and arching on the table while she kissed up under his nuts. Her cunt was leaking copiously, sex juice running down to make her asshole itch even more. He'd said he would fuck her there, and just the thought of that now made her asshole open up like a flower. He, was still tweaking her nipples and diddling her twat, gazing down at her with easy masculine scorn showing through the lust on his face, knowing she couldn't help herself now, knowing how much she loved it all. She just went on kissing and sucking his heavy balls, holding onto his cock with both hands, hoping it would never end.
"I'd like to cream all over your pretty face, Dr. Carruthers' he said. "I'll do that for you someday. Someday soon, God damn, I didn't realize the old alma mater was turning out nympho bitches like. you. Was this how you got your good grades?"
"No, no, never," she moaned against his delectable big nuts. "I don't know what's come over me. It's been too long."
"You look like you're about ready for a fuck."
"Oh... God.. . YES!" she cried, her cunt on fire again. "Put it in me! Put this beautiful big thing in me and fuck me!"
"Where, Joycie? Tell me where."
"In my cunt, in my twat, in my goddamned fuckhole," she said in that growling voice again.
"Show it to me, Joyce. Sit up and give me an anatomy lesson, Dr. Carruthers. Show me where you want me to fuck you."
Joyce found that her feet were out of the stirrups. Panting and gasping, seething all over with hot desire, she heaved herself up on her elbows, swung around on the table and dangled her legs over the side of it. He stood a pace back from it, smiling, with his big cock in hand and sticking up at her. She hated him then, but she had to have his cock no matter what her other feelings were.
She ripped off the smock, for anything at all on her skin was like sandpaper then. She hooked her heels over the edge of the table, and spread her knees widely to splay out the rich red lips of her cunt, all dripping with her lubrication. Her blonde hair was in a tight wet mat around her pulsing, itching pussy. She leaned back on her elbows, tits quivering, cunt wide open and waiting.
"That's where I want it!" she spat at him. "Stop teasing me and give me that cock! You know how to do it. Just stick it in my hole. Fuck me. Is that what you want to hear? Fuck the shit out of me, Dr. Morgan!" He came forward and shoved his cockhead into her wet slit, and skidded it up past her hungry hole to jam it against her clit. She was too far gone to admonish him for purposely going on with the humiliating teasing. She just reached down and grabbed his hot meat and stabbed the big blunt end of it against her screaming hole. For a moment there was a weird sexual tug of war between them, but then he surged forward and drove his cock in her up to the hilt.
"UUUUUUH-H-H-H-H!" If there was any pain, Joyce didn't feel it. All she felt was a completion of her body as a woman, a fulfillment of her soul as a human being. It seemed as if she had everything she wanted in life then, but only for a moment.
His cock was way up inside her, as far as it would go. There was wonderful pressure on her clitoral area. There was that stretching she'd craved. But what she now needed was friction, and plenty of it.
"Come on and fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, please fuck me! Phil, Phil," she moaned, "for the love of God, fuck me!"
"Many times," he said, slowly moving now at last. "Any time. All the time. Right, Joyce?"
"All the time, oh, all the time!" she promised as her body undulated with sensuous luxury under these first slow movements of his cock.
"You and me and Miss Beresford, having a ball all the time, all the fucking time."
"Yes, yes, yes," she said, all but purring now as she felt the approach of that one big climax she'd been searching for all along, the one that would end her sexual hunger forever.
"Sucking cock and cunts, butt-fucking and cunt-fucking and having a ball, a fucking goddamned ball with you, any time we want to."
"Any time at all," she said, joining in his sex fantasy, just as he'd joined in hers. "But show me now. Fuck me now. Harder, oh, harder!"
"Like this?" he said, and gave her half a dozen lightning-swift, piledriver-hard stabs that sent her senses reeling again. They brought her right to the brink of that huge come she so craved before he stopped his hard fucking and mashed his cunt-smelling mouth on hers. She sucked in the tongue that had so recently been in her cunt while she reveled in the continued slidings of his cock in her cunt, no matter how slow they were now.
She wrenched her mouth from his and said, "More! Give me more! Give it to me hard!" He started socking it to her and she started throwing it back at him. Her tight little buttocks were bouncing on the edge of the table as she threw her hips up to meet each of his wonderfully savage jabs until she was seeing stars. His big cock filled her hole right up, stretching the dewy lips to the utmost. Her round tits jiggled and jounced under the snappings of her pelvis as that big thing was stuck into her again and again. Its squelchings were loud, and the sounds were satisfying to her. She was sweating, and her hair was hanging lankly down over her face. Her face was a twisted grimace of animal pleasure as she watched herself getting good and fucked. Her belly, flat as a boy's, was rising and falling with each of the strokes of the cock in her, and her legs were flexing rapidly to keep up with him as he stood flat-footed on the floor and gave her all he had. Orgasm after ripping orgasm burst in her, but still she held out for more.
His fingers sank deeper still into her hips, and he grunted, "Can't . . . hold back ... much longer!"
"Give it to me!" Joyce cried.. "God damn, give me your fucking come! Fill me up with it! Nnnnnggg! Yesssss!"
"ARRRGGH!" It was he who snarled like a beast now, lips drawn back and teeth clenched. She could see on his face the pleasure she was giving him, and she could feel in her cunt the hot lava bunting the last obstacle to her total relief.
"GAHH-I-I-H-H-H-H!!! FU-U-U-U-UCK!" she squalled, rocking the whole table with him as his cock spit and spewed inside her.
Foamy white come appeared around the hot lips of her pussy. It was intimately mingled with her sex juices now as together they joined in a panting, gasping struggle to grind the very most out of their pleasure while making it last as long as they could. Her pussy tightened down, just as his cock swelled and throbbed with each of his heavy ejaculations. The friction she'd been craving was certainly there for her to feel now. Her cunt was getting hotter by the moment as the orgasm reached on and on. And then he grabbed her by the ass and shoved it all the way in her again, and he worked his hips in circles till he'd stirred up her guts with his cock, forcing the last of his sperm deep inside her.
"Oh! Oh. Oh-h-h-h," she sighed, collapsing back on the table, robbed of all her strength.
Her feet slipped from the edge of the table and her legs dangled down one side. Collapsing backward, she couldn't keep from letting her head and arms dangle down the other-side. She was bent in half over the table and half unconscious when the big log inside her was slowly withdrawn.
Her pussy immediately started dripping its juices on the floor. She tried to right herself, but she was too weak and sleepy for that. She just managed to lift her head a little when she heard Dr. Morgan chuckle and she felt his cock and balls, all wet and slippery from their fuck, being pushed against her face.
"Yeah, we're going to have a good time together, Dr. Carruthers," be said from somewhere high above her. "Come down now. Let's get to bed."
Her arms and legs were still dangling limply as he picked her up and carried her out of his examining room. She was dumped onto a wide bed and rolled around on it while he drew the covers back. Almost asleep, she felt the bed creak under his weight and she heard him dialing the telephone.
"Emily?" he said. "Hope I didn't break up anything important with this call. I'm staying over in the office tonight with our new intern. I think you'll find her very likeable. Why don't you come in an hour early and I'll introduce you to each other. We can have breakfast in bed together," he said, and laughed merrily.
He snuggled up next to her under the covers.
She was groggy, she felt drugged, but she heard him say, "This is one internship that'll be unforgettable."
Chapter Three
Joyce awoke with a headache and with a hard hot thing lying up the groove of her spine that she immediately identified as a cock.. She didn't know where she was. For a moment she placed herself several years back in time, when she was a wild teenager, drinking and having promiscuous times, and waking up in strange beds like this one.
But then it all came shockingly clear to her in a flash.
She wasn't an aimless teenager any more, she was a physician. And yet on the very first day of her internship she'd gotten drunk and behaved with wild sexual abandon with a man who was almost a total stranger to her. Appalling behavior. If she went on like that, she'd never become the full-fledged doctor she'd worked for so many years to become. But aside from the damage the night before might have done to her career, it had damaged her confidence in herself even more. She'd, thought she was self-disciplined, in complete charge of her personality and her sex life. All it had taken was half a bottle of champagne and a little forceful talk from the man with the big cock in her back and she'd proved herself to be as sexually unstable as a nymphomaniac.
She tried to stir, to get out of bed and, away from him, but his hands tightened on her breasts and he murmured in his sleep and pulled her harder against his early morning erection. She lay there ashamed of herself for what she'd done with him, for the things she'd said to him, for the way she'd lost complete control of herself She felt dirtied, and Dr. Morgan's warm, even breath on the nape of her neck made her flesh crawl with loathing for him. The bastard, he'd taken advantage of her exhausted condition. He'd seen how tired she was and he'd surmised how excited she'd been with ha new position in life, and he'd cleverly seduced her.
He'd made her tell him about the innocent lesbian experience she'd had, he'd induced her to use vile language during her many orgasms of the night before, he'd gotten her to perform fellatio on him. He'd even induced her to promise total sexual license with him and the receptionist she hadn't even met yet! Worst of all, he'd gotten her to love every crazy moment of it.
Of course the alcohol had helped him. Joyce hadn't had anything to drink in a long time, and it had hit her hard. Her mild headache and the dryness of her mouth proved that no matter how good the champagne had tasted, she shouldn't have drunk it.
But, no. Those were all lies going desperately through her head. She was practicing something she abhorred in others, and that was self-deception.
She had no one to blame but herself. It was she who'd chosen to drive for eight hours instead of arriving the next morning, rested and refreshed. It was she who'd swallowed the champagne, and no one else. It was she who'd readily agreed to taking off her clothes for his midnight physical exam, and it was she who'd opened her legs for him and madly sucked on his cock. She, wasn't so well controlled as she'd thought, but she would be in the future.
Again she moved away from him; this time briskly enough to wake him up. She didn't care. She had to get away from him, and cleanse herself. She had to get away from that big hot cock being pushed against her back.
"Morning," he said. "Where do you think you're going so early?"
"I have to go to the bathroom, Dr. Morgan," she said crisply. "Will you please excuse me.
"Stick around till Emily gets here. You don't have to piss that bad, and water sports are something she digs. She'll bring us coffee in bed."
Blushing hotly, Joyce struggled against the big hands clasped over her tits and said, "Will, you please let me go! I don't care to be served anything in bed by anyone. All I -want to do is get to work with my patients."
"They're my patients," he said as he yanked her back against him. "And you won't be seeing a damned one of 'em if we don't get along."
"You can't stop me from practicing medicine!" she said, furiously struggling now. "Let me go!"
"I can make you wish you'd never even thought of becoming a doctor," he said, and all but scalped her as he jerked her by her hair. "What the hell's the matter with you, anyway? We got off to the right start last night, and we're going to keep going in the same direction. Don't get uptight about Emily. She likes sex as much as you do. And she's a helluva lot easier to get started with it. Relax, Dr. Carruthers. It's the best time of the day for a little balling."
"But I don't want to have sex now. Not with you and not with anyone. Especially this Miss Beresford, someone I don't even know, and a woman at that! Please let me up. I really do have to go to the bathroom."
"Emily will personally escort you. Relax till she gets here. It won't be long."
There was no way in the world Joyce could relax, and no way she could escape from the strong arms that hugged her to the doctor's nude body. He was too strong for her even when he let go with one hand. This hand was used to shift his erection around until it was lodged up between her legs. Its muscular thickness pushed up against her closed cuntlips.
It was so long that it protruded out in front of her from between her clenched thighs. Its heat throbbed insistently against her while her brain raced helplessly to think of some way out of this bed, out of the whole situation she'd worked so hard to get herself into. Just then she'd gladly have given up her medical career to be free of the oversexed doctor and the woman who worked as his receptionist, but there was no way out. She had to put up with this humiliating irritation for now, she had to resist him a great deal better than she had the night before.
"Nice little tits," he murmured in her ear as he cupped them in his hands. "You've got a body like a teenager, but you're all woman. I sure like the way you come. I imagine you like it even better," he said, shifting his hips back and forth, rubbing the thick length of his cock against Joyce's soft cunt.
"What time do the, patients start coming in, Doctor?"
"We've got plenty of time. Don't worry. Hope your pussy isn't sore yet," he said, and located her clitoris with his finger. He held open her cuntlips with his fingers and pulled the very warm head of his cock up against her pussy. He held it there while he languorously moved his hips back and forth. In effect he was masturbating, but he was using her closed thighs and her cunt slit instead of his hand.
Joyce was almost wishing this Miss Beresford would come and get things over with. She knew she could handle the situation. She would show no response at all to the tough old lesbian whom Dr. Morgan employed and played sexual games with. While Dr. Morgan might stir her emotions, there was no way she could get sexually involved with some cigar-chewing bull dyke. Joyce would just act cool, bored, and it would soon be over with. That act wouldn't be hard to put on, for it would be sincere. What was getting to be difficult, however, was remaining cool and bored under the continuing attentions of the handsome doctor at her back.
His hands were very good and gentle on her breasts, but not too gentle as they plucked at her nipples. His prick between her legs was a constantly moving thing, and a constant reminder of how wild she'd gone when she'd been with him the night before. His body against her was the most disturbing thing. She'd slept alone for so long that now his all-encompassing warmth couldn't help but be comforting and soothing. If he wasn't such a domineering bastard, she might indeed have an affair with him. As it was, she'd keep him at arm's length once this dreadful morning was over with.
His fingers were making her nipples stiff. She couldn't help that. Her pussy was getting moist, too, and that was just as inevitable. Starved for sex for so long, then reawakened to it, her body needed a bit more of it before she could push sex into the background and concentrate fully on her work. But she didn't want to have anything to do with this lesbian woman. The thing she should do was to go right ahead and-have sex with the doctor, just as quickly as possible. Then, once Miss Beresford arrived, Dr. Morgan's sexual appetite would be slaked and the possibility of a three-way sexual experience would be gone. Smiling at her cleverness, Joyce turned around in his strong arms and kissed him.
As soon as his tongue was in her mouth, his cock was back between her legs. Inserted from the front now, its sturdy length opened her cuntlips even more. His furry pubic area made even better contact with her clitoral region, and now she could distinctly feel her growing warmth and moisture down below. She wanted it to grow quickly. To this end she moved her hips in counterpoint with those of her temporary lover, massaging the nice hard cock between her legs, feeling confident in her plan.
"That's it," he murmured against her throat. "Relax, forget about the damned patients for a while, and have some fun. How about a little sixty-nine till Emily gets here?"
"I'd just like you to fuck me, Phil," she said, smiling and kissing him, running her hand through his hair and squirming her lithe little body against him.
"Wouldn't you like me to suck that pretty pussy for you? Wouldn't you like to lick my cock when it's so nice and hard?"
"I'd love to feel that in me," she said, trying to thrust the slippery wet mouth of her cunt against the head of his cock.
"My tongue in your pussy, my cock in your mouth," he said, and slipped his tongue inside her mouth again.
It was amazing how quickly she'd become aroused now that she'd let herself go a little. Her nipples were like hard buttons against his hairy chest, and her pussy was all warm and wet, and seething with desire for the big hard cock that was so very close to being in the right place in it. She was even panting a little as she kissed him, arms slung about his neck, Open mouth glued to his, body tingling with desire. She had to have him, and quickly, before she got too carried away.
She tore her mouth from his and said, "Come on, Phil. Let's fuck. I don't want to wait for it. I want you now."
"Oh? You want to feel my big hot cock in your cunt?"
"Yes, Phil. That'd feel so nice," she told him, and very truthfully.
"You really dig a big fuckstick sliding in and out of your hot little twat, don't you?"
"God damn, I just love it. I just love it. Give it to me, Phil. Put it right in my hole, honey, and make it squirt in me, make me come!"
"We'll get around to that. Lots and lots of times. But wouldn't you rather I got down there and licked you off a little, first? Hmm? Wouldn't you like to feel my tongue in your cunt? Wouldn't you like me to suck on your clit a little first? That'd feel good, wouldn't it?"
"Mm-rn-rn," she answered, moaning, squirming her twat against his cock, almost wishing it was his tongue. But there was no time for that just now.
"Shit, Joyce, I just love to eat pussy. A nice hot cunt, all wet and juicy, there's nothing better first thing in the morning. Is your clit swollen up?" he asked, feeling it with just a little too much gentleness now. "Is your cunt sore?"
"Not a bit!" she said, pushing it back against his fingers.
"It's sure wet enough. Feels like you've pissed a little already. Smells good and hot. Makes my mouth water. I've really got myself a tongue-hard," he said, and stabbed it in her mouth before she could plead with him again to fuck her.
But she could plead with her cunt. With her whole body, for that matter. She squirmed and writhed against him, sucking strongly on his tongue, panting quickly now through flared nostrils as he slid his cock against her delightfully sensitized cunt and twiddled her throbbing clit at the same time. It would be beautiful to be sucked off for a few minutes before she got that cock in her cunt. Those same lips that were sucking on her tongue would be a thousand times more exciting sucking on her clit. But there was no time, at least not just now.
"What about it, Joycie? How would you like to have that hot twat licked for a while? You suck on my cock, while I lick your juicy little split from your asshole to your clit. Eh?"
"Just fuck me. Please fuck me," she whimpered. "Oh, God, I need it so bad," she said, and reached down under the covers and took a firm grip on his. wonderfully hard cock and tried to jam it into her hotly itching hole.
"Don't rush things. Well get to that."
"Now, Phil! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck the shit out of me right now!" she panted, all flushed and hot with excitement and need, and terribly frustrated that she couldn't get his cockhead up against her cuntlips.
"Maybe if you ask me nicely I'd fuck that beautiful little cunt of yours before I sucked on it" he said, and jammed his mouth on hers again before she could catch her breath to utter a word.
He took his cock out of her hand and began to rub it against her clit. The rubbery softness of his cockhead molded perfectly to her screaming itchy sex-bud. No matter how she writhed and squirmed, she couldn't get it in her cunt, and each of her movements made her need for an orgasm even greater. His mouth was consuming her, his cockhead was inflaming her. Moaning and panting through the deep kiss, she was beside herself in her need for something more in her twat, in her hotly burning cunt. A tongue would do the job now. Just one strong suck on her clit and . . . BANG! ... off she'd go on a soaring trip to sexual heaven. She got her hand on his cock again, pulled hard and almost had it in her hole, when suddenly and unexpectedly the covers were whipped back from the bed.
Joyce squealed and rolled over on her back, and looked straight up at the grinning face of a buxom and strikingly lovely brunette of truly Junoesque proportions. Her skin was as pale and smooth as cream, and her hair was raven black and gleaming. She was wearing a short green dress that wrapped around her stunningly shapely body very intimately.
Her waist was very slim, her hips broadly and smoothly sweeping, and her tits so big and jutting that she looked top heavy despite her big stature. Bracelets still jangled on her wrists from her having thrown back the bedclothes, and her smile was dark red and crooked as she gazed down at the nude couple she'd revealed. Her eyes were a sultry green, what could be seen of them through her thick black lashes, and her nose was impudently uptilted. In Joyce's condition of mixed shock and sexual excitement, the woman was strikingly beautiful.
The bed creaked under her weight as she placed one knee on it, extended her hand, and said, "Dr. Carruthers, I presume."
Joyce tried to reach the covers, but behind her Dr. Morgan laughed and shoved her at the woman who had to be Emily Beresford. "Well, get up and shake hands, Joycie. Where are your manners?" Joyce was helped up to her knees. She tried to maintain some semblance of dignity, partially covering her breasts with her left hand, holding out her right, and stammering, "H-How do you do?" The brunette's hand was warm and soft and strong. "She's a cute little thing, Phil," she said. "It looks as if we're going to have an even better time around here in the future, Joyce," she went on, and leaned forward, looming close, to peck a sisterly kiss on Joyce's lips that helped to steady the little blonde just a bit. Though Joyce was stark naked and still flushed with the heat of desire, she felt calmer still when her hand was released by the imposing brunette.
"Beautiful big cock you've got there this morning," said the big woman as she tugged at the sash of her little dress. "I'm gad you waited till I got here before you used it, Phil. Do you like fucking, Joyce? And do you like sucking? You look as if you do. And do you like girls as well as boys? Let's hope so, but if not, we'll soon attend to that. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
"I ... I ... I ... " Joyce stammered as the sash to the green dress was whipped off and thrown aside, immediately followed by the little green dress itself If Miss Beresford had appeared beautiful and sexy before, now she was ten times more that way, for she hadn't a stitch of clothing on under her singe outer garment. Her tits, big as they were, stood up proudly all by themselves, without the slightest need for support. Her nipples, as red as her lips, were standing at full attention as they stared at Joyce's quivering titties with their prim pink nipples. Her navel was a soft, deep gash in the creamy smooth bulge of her belly. The hair on her cunt was just as black as that on her head. It was thick and curly there between the tapered white columns of her thighs, and it reached up in a spreading fan high on her belly toward her navel.
"I asked you if the cat had your tongue and it appears as if I'll have to find out for myself," said the voluptuous woman. She jerked Joyce into her arms and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
Chapter Four
Emily Beresford's mouth was incredibly softer than Dr. Morgan's. Joyce didn't want to be kissed by her, but the mouth on hers was so soft, so warm and fragrant, that Joyce had to linger for just a moment longer to experience this strange new sensation. And in that moment she was lost.
Soft as the mouth on hers was, it was vibrantly strong, and it was constantly moving. Joyce felt that she'd never known anything quite so alive and stimulating as this mouth on hers-until three fingers slid electrically down through her open wet cunt. It truly did feel as if they were sending electricity into her, but it was a warm and friendly electricity that thrilled rather than killed. Those fingers knew exactly where to touch her and exactly how hard to do it. The sensations they produced were quite enough to overcome Joyce's shock at being kissed so suddenly. She could even put up with the feeling of those enormous tits pushing against hers in order to feel a bit more of those beautifully wriggling fingers in her slit, exciting her and at the same time soothing her, thrilling her and yet quieting her fears.
As badly as she had to pee, the woman's fingers had her right on the brink of orgasm. If she hadn't had a full bladder, and if that viper Dr. Morgan hadn't been right behind her naked butt, she might well have come at the first touch of Emily Beresford's fingers in her twat. As it was she felt absolutely wild-wild to strive a bit for that orgasm and wild to get herself out of this shameful position.
And just as Joyce was summoning up the last of her will power, her hand was grasped by the woman on the bed with her and pulled against flesh that was even softer, warmer, wetter than the mouth that was so busily sucking on her tongue. That was a cunt she was feeling, and the very idea of it was so titillating that Joyce felt faint with sudden lust.
And then it became all the more thrilling as she felt the voluptuous body before her begin to quake and tremble. Joyce sucked back on the soft lips. She quickly located the woman's clitoris, found it to be wonderfully big, and teased and tickled and pulled it just as her own was being teased and tickled and pulled.
The lovely wet mouth was pulled from hers. There was an audible smack as it was torn away, and Joyce could open her eyes to see the thrilling change that had so quickly taken place in the beautiful, poised woman who'd come into the room just moments before. Gone was her haughty expression and her crooked smile, and in their place were glazed eyes and a slack mouth, flushed cheeks and flaring nostrils. Emily Beresford was nonetheless beautiful than before, but now with the mask of lust on her face, her beauty was infinitely more exciting to behold. The woman was about to come, and Joyce was right there to see it happening!
It didn't matter at all that Dr. Morgan had his fingers up between her asscheeks and was smearing her overflowed cunt juices on her asshole. It didn't matter that he was watching and making dirty remarks or that a woman was playing with her cunt while she played with the woman. Even her own dizzy feelings were of little importance, for all that mattered now was that she excite this absolutely beautiful woman even more and be there to watch every thrilling moment of her orgasm.
"Are you feeling good? Are you going to come?" Joyce eagerly asked.
"Feeling wonderful!" the big brunette exclaimed. "Damn right I'm going to come! You, too! Together! Come on!!!"
"Go ahead!" said Joyce, twiddling that lovely big clit with expert fingers.
"Gaw-w-w-w-wd, just look at us," the gorgeous brunette moaned, swaying backward, big jugs jiggling and pale body all flushed. "Kneeling here on the bed, finger-fucking when we've just met, coming. Coming-g-g-g-g!" Fingers flying, Joyce gazed down, slack-jawed, at the two of them. There was this gorgeous woman with her big tits, her thick hair getting tousled around her face, her cunt juice running down to make her thighs glisten with moisture, coming from the touch of Joyce's fingers. And there she herself was, a petite blonde with perky little round titties and prim little blonde muff. Compared to Emily Beresford, Dr. Joyce Carruthers was nothing more than a slip of a girl, but she could feel every bit of womanly delight that Emily was feeling as time after time her wet and slippery fingers brought the big brunette to another climax.
Dr. Morgan wriggled his finger deeper inside Joyce's tight little asshole and said, "You've really got her going, Doc. Why don't you get down there and lick her cunt and make her really take off Go on. You'll like the taste of that twat. It's hot and sweet, and it stinks so good you just can't quit it."
"Oh, no. Oh, no," said Joyce, aware only then that the permeating perfume in the air was the smell of women in heat, her smell and that of the stunning brunette she was gazing at.
"Oh, yes, eat my cunt for me!" Emily panted. "Go right down and give me a good licking, you little blonde doll," she said, and grasped Joyce by the nape of her neck and tried to force her down.
"No!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting out of her tip, but not far enough.
Her grip was strong, and before Joyce could escape she found her mouth pressed firmly against one of the big red nipples on the end of the lesbian's mammoth, jutting tits.
The red on it was from lipstick. Joyce could taste that right away, and right after that she could taste the far more exciting flavor of the bare nipple on the end of the big tit, all corrugated with gooseflesh, a nipple as big as the end of a thumb. She couldn't help but suck on it. It was made for sucking, and Joyce had to do it. She had to go on tickling that lovely big clit, too, partly because her hand was being pressed against it, partly because of the thrilling sensations she was producing in the rest of the woman's body.
Christ, she had her quivering and shaking everywhere. She had her coming time after time, in rapid succession as she pulled and pushed on her clit and sucked and tongue-lashed her nipple. It gave Joyce a feeling of tremendous power to be able to control the actions of such a big, strong woman. With a tweak of her fingers she could make her big hips surge, and with a flick of her tongue she could make her moan with delight.
And then Joyce did it all at once. She got it all together, as the saying goes, and sucked as thrillingly as she could on that lovely big nipple as she diddled that swollen wet clit the best way imaginable. The result was a gutsy groan from the big woman, a shudder originating in her spine and spreading everywhere through her body, and a moan of delight that Joyce could feel as well as hear.
"OH-H-H-H-H, GAWD! Little blonde... really making me come! Uh, uh, UH! Fuck me with your fingers, baby, and suck my nipple! Bite it! YES! OH, HARDER! GAW-W-W-W-D, DAMN!" she exploded, as Joyce nipped her harder with her teeth. "Am I ever going to get even with you for this one. Oh, Christ! Just a little more. Ah-h-h-h-h! A little more, and I'll take care of you, baby!" Joyce straightened up and hugged her. She was still playing with her clit, but softly now in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Lesbian or not, this was a woman who was her sister, and she cared for such a person enough to bring her down sweetly and joyfully, warmly and lovingly, from the heights of orgasmic bliss. The delights of orgasm were still rippling through the magnificent body in Joyce's arms. Wonderful warm shivers caused it to tremble and quake as Joyce hugged her and soothed her sated clit. Joyce herself was still short of orgasm, but she'd shared enough in that of this big woman to be content with what she had until she was able to climb on the big cock somewhere behind her and ride it till she burst.
"God, that was nice," said Emily Beresford. "Even if you didn't go down on me. Lay back now, and I'll suck you off, unless you'd rather go sixty-nine.
"No. No, it's all right," said Joyce, trying now to extricate herself from the clinging curves of the woman she'd just pleased. "Really, I'm just not in the mood right now. I've got to go to the bathroom," she said, and immediately she knew that had been a mistake.
"Oh, baby, let's go," said Emily, the crooked grin back on her face.
"And of course you don't mind if I watch," said Dr. Morgan from behind her, with his big hard cock pressed up against her back as he rose and embraced her.
She was suddenly surrounded by lust-heated flesh, and it scared her. She was trembling with her fear, and with the residues of the excitement that had inevitably invaded her little body. No matter where she turned, there was hot flesh and groping hands on her body, tickling her titties and delving in her cunt, poking at her asshole and pulling at her nipples. And the words flowed as hotly as the hands reached, with never a letup.
"Cunning little body. We've got ourselves a jewel here, Emily."
"Is she a good fuck?"
"She loves cock, once you get her going."
"I've just got to lick her cunt. Right now!"
"No! No, please! I've got to go to the toilet, alone!"
"Nonsense, we're all friends here," said the doctor, and together with his equally strong receptionist, bore Joyce off the bed and through the little apartment toward the bathroom.
"Stop it! Put me down!" she said. They were bustling her right along. Her feet weren't even touching the floor as the two naked people carried her off toward the bathroom for more of their unwanted attentions. "Leave me alone, you... you perverts! I'm here to practice medicine, not to roll around in bed with you two sex fiends!" She tried to hit them, tried to kick them, but they carried her right on into the tiny bathroom and stood her up with her back to the open toilet. She stood there trembling with rage, too mad to even speak for a moment, while Dr. Morgan grinned down at her and said, "Have a nice piss for us now, Joycie."
"I will not!" she spat, quaking with rage as the pair held her there. "Get out of here and leave me alone! I'll report you to the A.M.A. for this!" WHACK! The big brunette slapped Joyce across the face with stunning, stinging force. Dazzling stars were still exploding somewhere behind her eyes as a sex-twisted female face leaned close and said, "You'll do nothing of the kind. All you'll do is piss for us. Now! Standing right where you are. PISS!" she commanded, and drew back her hand as if to deliver another slap across Joyce's hot, tear-flooded cheek.
Joyce pissed. It literally gushed out of her, flowing in a thick, ragged stream from her cunt, splattering against her thighs and clattering loudly in the bowl below her, relieving her enormously and at the same time humiliating her every bit as much as the stunning slap had done.
And Emily Beresford immediately squatted down on the bathroom floor and gazed at Joyce's streaming crotch and exclaimed, "Beautiful! A beautiful golden shower, just pouring out of her pussy by the bucketful. Glorious!" she said, and as the dazed young intern looked down to see what on earth could be so attractive about her pissing, the kneeling brunette slapped her cupped hand up against Joyce's open crotch and splattered and rubbed the hot yellow liquid against Joyce's flesh.
Immediately Joyce began to come. She could help that no more than she could look away as her salty-stinging piss was slapped up into her twat and smeared all over her opened thighs. She bit her lip and clung hard to the strong arm in her grip, but still she couldn't help but utter moans of ecstasy as her piss flowed and her orgasm burst.
"Nnnnggggg! Ohh-h-h-h! Mor-r-r-r-re!"
"Yes, more!" the kneeling woman exclaimed, and now she bent and stabbed out her tongue to lance Joyce's clit like a white-hot arrow, and Joyce swayed back on her heels and then pushed hard to expel more of the wonderful hot pee from her body.
She could no longer see it gushing out, but she could see that marvelously evil face there at her loins, with the long tapered tongue stabbing at her clit. And dimly, at the side of her vision, she could see that it was not a strong arm she was clinging to for support, but a strong cock that belonged to the man murmuring hotly at her ear.
"Piss for her, Joycie. Tell her to eat it and she will. Let it go, let it all hang out. Tell her to eat your twat."
"Eat my twat while I'm pissing," Joyce panted. "GOD DAMN YOU, EAT MY FUCKING CUNT WHILE I'M PISSING FOR YOU!" she screamed, and shoved the black head under her loins, saw the yellow water flow over the ravishingly lovely face and felt the beautiful female tongue licking up through her overflowing cunt.
Her hand was being pushed up and down the length of the cock in it. She was coming so hard she was screaming, farting, swaying back and forth over the toilet. She came harder still as the cock in her hand erupted, shooting thick white ropes of goo against her palpitating belly just as the last hot drops of her piss flowed out of her body and over the licking tongue in her twat and dripped on down to the toilet bowl somewhere under her quaking, shaking, wonderfully thrilled body.
"Wasn't that nice, Dr. Carruthers?" said the man at her side, still milking the last of his hot semen from his cock with her little hand under his.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," she sighed with heartfelt sincerity.
"D'you see what fun a nice hot pissy cunt can be?" asked the smiling woman as she rose majestically to her full height beside the nearly swooning young woman.
"Wonderful," Joyce murmured, not at all sure where she was any more, but feeling gloriously relieved, everywhere in her body.
A big hand swatted her smartly on the ass. "Okay, time to get to work. Better take a shower before you start in, kiddo."
"We'll take up where we left off later," said the woman, and smacked Joyce soundly on the lips with her cunt-smelling, piss-tasting mouth, and Joyce was left alone in the bathroom in this strange, alien house.
She sat right down and cried. She sat down on the cold porcelain of the toilet and wept great hot tears the moment they were gone. This hadn't been sex as she'd ever known it before. This was perversion, a quick happening between total strangers who indulged their innermost dirty desires and then went on about their business as if nothing had happened at all. This was the most disgusting hour she'd ever spent in her life. She would surely never get over this, and she would surely never get her body clean again. And yet she had to go on, and her first step was to stagger up off the stool and toward the shower, just as her degrading tormentor had told her to do.
Chapter Five
The doctor's advice-a shower-succeeded in making Joyce feel better. She took it cold. The first rush of chilly water made her gasp, but she stood under its icy flow until her body felt numb and her senses were dulled. There were patients waiting to be seen. There were her duties to perform. She could sit down and think about what she'd been forced to do later. After that, she could get back on a proper basis of relations with Dr. Morgan and Miss Beresford.
She only stayed in the shower for a few minutes, but her body was faintly blue and covered with gooseflesh when she stepped out of the, stall. She was still gasping as she reached for a towel. She was rubbing herself dry, vigorously massaging life back into her chilled flesh, when she heard the cries from the bedroom she'd just left.
"Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H!" They were obviously sexual outcries. Clearly the sounds were being made by a woman in the throes of orgasm. Through them Joyce could hear the urgent gruntings of the rutting male. The little blonde intern wished to have nothing at all to do with sex for a long time to come, but she was drawn to the doorway to look for the source of the sounds.
The sounds in there pulled her on as if she were a moth near a flame. She simply couldn't stop herself. The towel slipped from her hand as she teetered to the doorway on her suddenly wobbling legs. She had to lean against the jamb to support herself as she saw exactly what she'd known would be there.
They were in the classic fucking position on the bed. Miss Beresford was on her back, dark hair beautifully tousled, long white legs bent at the knees and elevated high off the bed, big tits pillowed under the pressure of Dr. Morgan's chest. He was on his knees between her legs with his arms around her, with his slim hips flying. His big cock was sliding in and out of her wet cunt. His balls were heavily slapping against her anal region. He was making her come, fucking hell out of her, just as Joyce wanted for herself
"N-o-o-o-o-o," she whimpered as her trembling hand fluttered down to her crotch. Despite the cold shower, she was already warm there. In a sudden sunburst, her twat was all hot again, and she was juicy and wet and ready to fuck. She ran her fingers up and down the slick slit, and she felt like weeping with the burden of her desire to change places with the statuesque Miss Beresford. She wanted to be flat on her back on the bed, with a cock in her. Those two had teased her and played with her and sucked her cunt. They had left her with one little dirty orgasm over the toilet, and they'd kept all the real pleasure for themselves. She hated them, but if she had had the strength in her legs, she would have thrown herself on top of the fucking couple and begged to join them.
"A-h-h-h-h," sighed the doctor, and rolled off the well-fucked form of his receptionist. She lay there basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Her cunt was open and drooling, and it looked as if it were smiling. His cock was covered with glistening juices, and its thick rigidity was slowly and sadly wilting under Joyce's hungry gaze. She found her clit with her fingers, rubbed it hard as she tried to recapture the heavy lust that had been upon her a moment before. She came, but weakly, frustratingly, not nearly as beautifully as Miss Beresford had just come.
Back into the bathroom again. They hadn't even noticed her standing there watching them. She sat down on the toilet and sobbed into her hands. What was coming over her? Was she turning into a nymphomaniac, as Dr. Morgan had implied? Was this lust in her just a fleeting phenomenon? Would she go on craving sex like this for the rest of her life? She knew the answers to none of these questions. All she knew was that her fingers smelled of cunt, of sex. It was easier to inhale deeply of their scent than it was to torture herself with questions. She sniffed her twat-smelling fingers. She licked them clean, and when she arose from the toilet her eyes were dry, and they were gleaming with new desire.
But the couple on the bed were gone. While she had sat there blubbering, the two people who could put out the fire smoldering in her body had left the little bedroom. Joyce's ordeal was over. Now she could go to work, and soon the madness of this morning and the night before would be forgotten.
Joyce put on a tight white bra and some trim white panties. She put on a white slip, and pair of thigh-length stretch hose. She covered herself with a very conservative dress, one with a high neckline and a hemline that came to just above her knees. Sitting before the mirror in the little room where she'd spent the night, she brushed out the tangle of her hair. As she arranged her hair in a spinsterish bun on the back of her head, she thought of nothing but the patients she would see that day. She absolutely refused to think about Dr. Morgan's hands on her tits, fitting there more intimately than even her brassiere did. And she absolutely refused to think back to the lesbian's tongue in her cunt, thrilling her beyond description. She blotted out the vivid visual memory of seeing the couple fucking on the bed, and she tried very hard not to think of how good it had felt when Phil had fucked her the night before.
A little pale-pink lipstick, brown shoes with heels of medium height, and she was almost dressed to see her first patient. Dr. Joyce Carruthers left the little bachelor apartment and cautiously wandered the halls of the old building in which Dr. Morgan had his medical practice. There wasn't a sound to be heard. For a moment she felt she might be the last person on earth, but then she opened another door, and there was Miss Beresford.
The doctor's receptionist was seated behind a desk near the front door of the building. Now she was wearing a white nurse's uniform and a little white cap on her head. Her hair was neatly arranged, her makeup properly in place, and her smile was businesslike and friendly as she turned it on Joyce. There were two patients in the waiting room with Miss Beresford, a pregnant woman and an elderly man, and these two looked up as Miss Beresford said, "Good morning, Dr. Carruthers."
"G-Good morning, Miss Beresford," Joyce said to the woman with whom she'd just had homosexual relations. "I was looking for Dr. Morgan. And the linen closet."
Miss Beresford turned her lovely face to the patients and said, "Dr. Carruthers will be Dr. Morgan's new assistant."
They both smiled weakly and regarded Joyce suspiciously as she stood in the doorway. Rising from her desk, Miss Beresford said, "Dr. Carruthers is so new here that I've got to show her a few things. But she does know her medicine. Right, Dr. Carruthers?"
"Y-Yes," said Joyce, and a tingling rush of hot feelings flooded through her as the big brunette placed a hand on her arm and guided her toward the door from which she'd just come.
She was led through the doorway as easily as if she were a child. The eyes of the patients told her about her complete incompetence as a physician as she smiled wanly at them and closed the door behind her. Immediately upon being alone with the receptionist in the hallway, Miss Beresford's demeanor changed abruptly. Her crooked smile returned. She grasped Joyce firmly by the shoulders and said, "I can still taste your piss, luv.
Have you got something else for me?" Before Joyce could say a word, she was swept into the big woman's arms, crushed to her soft body, and a lipsticked mouth was pressed hotly against hers. Her head bumped back against the door as Miss Beresford's hot, sweet tongue was lanced into her mouth. Two large soft feminine hands were crawling up and down her sides. An outrageously prominent and distinctly warm cunt mound was pushing hard against her abdomen. Two big tits were squashed against her chest, their hard nipples searing her. The kiss was devouring her, dizzying her. It was wicked and wonderful and dangerous, and as breathless as she was, Joyce could not help but slip her arms around the curvaceous body before her and pull it even harder against herself Soft nylon rustled and whispered under Joyce's clutching fingers. Through the thin uniform Joyce could feel only the narrowest of bra straps and the skimpiest of bikini panties. Those luxuriously big buttocks and those excitingly huge tits were very scantily covered. The big, dominating woman was all but naked under her nurse s uniform. Joyce's fingers dug in as if to tear off what little Miss Beresford was wearing, but then that wonderful soft mouth was torn from hers and she was left leaning weakly against the door.
"I like the way you kiss, Joyce," said the towering brunette, and placed another warm peck on the little blonde's mouth.
"No," Joyce murmured, and turned her head away. "I just wanted to find out where the smocks are. I just wanted to get to work. Please. Don't even touch me now."
"The smocks are in that closet there," said Miss Beresford, pointing with a nod of her head, and sliding her hands in warm circles over Joyce's hips. "You'll be seeing Mrs. Green in Room B in a few minutes. But first. . ."
The big brunette in white sank gracefully to her knees before the young intern. Ignoring Joyce's muted protests, she pushed up her skirt, hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and stripped them down her legs.
"Don't do that!" Joyce urgently whispered. "What if somebody comes?"
"Somebody will come, all right," said the kneeling brunette. She cocked her head to the side and thrust her tongue through the blonde wisps of Joyce's pubic hair. Joyce whimpered again in protest, but her legs parted and her hips thrust forward to bring her drenched and seething clitoris against the probing tongue tip.
"Lick it! Suck it! Make me come!" Joyce murmured. Her head rolled back and forth against the door. She twisted her foot to free it from her encumbering panties. She opened her legs wider still, and bent them at the knees. She grasped Miss Beresford's head and moaned with delight as she pound her cunt against the lesbian's sucking mouth. "Yes! Yes, that's it! Suck it! Suck my fucking clit and make me come! Goddamn fucking lesbian!" she moaned, humping frantically against the face between her legs. "I'll do it for you. Anything you want. Make me come! Ah-h-h-h! Yes-s-s-s! Yes! Oh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h. 0-h-h-h, so nice! Uh! Uhuh! O-o-o-o-o-o..."
The lesbian's mouth was on Joyce's again, smelling of cunt. It was there for only a moment before Miss Beresford backed off She smiled and winked at Joyce as she patted her hair and her uniform back into place. From a pocket in her uniform she took a mirror and confirmed that her makeup was not smeared and that her receptionist's composure was fully restored before she returned to the waiting room.
Weak and dizzy, Joyce somehow found Room B. She went in, and had to sit down right away. In less than a minute, she'd been seduced . . . again. In less than a minute she'd been changed from a determined young physician to the willing pawn of a domineering lesbian. There was no way she could go on like this, and yet there was no way to prevent it from happening again, so it seemed. She had to get herself together. She should leave now. She should quit before she started, and take a safer internship in a big city hospital. That was exactly what she would do, she decided, until Miss Beresford's voice sounded crisply and electronically in the room.
"Mrs. Green is coming in to see you, Dr. Carruthers. If you're ready . . . Dr. Carruthers?" Joyce looked around the room in panic, and stammered, "Y-Yes. Yes, I'm r-ready, Miss B-Beresford."
She jumped up, looked for a mirror, and tried frantically to regain her composure. She was almost satisfied that she had herself under control when a soft knock sounded at the door. Her cheeks turned scarlet then, for there, just inside the room, were her panties. They had come off her other foot inside the room, thank Heaven, and not out in the hall. She quickly snatched them up, threw them in the trash can, and had a professional smile on her face as her first patient entered the room.
Chapter Six
Mrs. Green was an attractive young woman, fairly bursting with the glowing good health that so frequently comes with a pregnancy. She was about six months along, with a nice little round bulge to her otherwise slender figure. She spoke with excited animation about her impending blessed event as she began to remove her clothing. Joyce listened, smiling, asking a few questions, still trying to regain her composure. The young mother-to-be chattered happily away as she stripped off her maternity clothes, and as each garment was removed, Joyce found it more and more difficult to regain that composure she'd lost in the hall.
It was Mrs. Green's first pregnancy. Joyce knew that without being told, for there were absolutely no stretch marks on her body. She was obviously a young woman who normally had a fine firm set of tits, and now this fineness and firmness was exaggerated by her condition. They were filling with milk. They weren't as big as Miss Beresford's tits, but they were much, much firmer. They stood out from her body all by themselves, without any support whatsoever. It seemed almost impossible that they could jut so strongly with those fully rounded undersides and the big full cones so heavily laden with nourishment for the child inside her womb. The nipples themselves were as upstanding and firm as if she'd been all hot and excited with sexual desire. The fleeting notion kept bothering Joyce that perhaps Miss Beresford had been playing with Mrs. Green's titties out in the hall, though Joyce knew that was impossible. All Mrs. Green cared about was her husband and her child. She was a supremely healthy young woman, and the very concept of lesbianism was surely totally alien to her. She was not a woman like Dr. Joyce Carruthers.
Standing there in nothing but her panties, she laughed as she looked down at herself, and she said, "I don't think I'll have any trouble feeding the little rascal when he comes."
"Are your breasts sore at all?" Joyce asked, moving closer, glad now for the opportunity to stare straight at the thrusting loveliness on her proud chest.
"A little, but it's not bad," said the young expectant mother, and smoothed her fingertips over her whitely bulging flesh and the rough pink nipples on the ends of her breasts.
A tiny droplet of white appeared against the ruddy pink of her nipple, and Joyce's knees went weak with sudden lust. She wanted to swoop down on it with her mouth and lick it off, tasting the heady flavor of basic womanhood.
"Look!" said Mrs. Green, squeezing again. "My first milk!"
"And much more to come," Joyce murmured, and reached out her hand.
That hand was trembling, but Mrs. Green didn't notice it. Smiling so proudly, she removed her hand and let that of the young female doctor touch her incredibly warm, tight flesh to gently squeeze out yet another droplet of whiteness.
"Does the soreness ... bother you a great deal?" Joyce asked as she drew still more of the richness out with her moistening fingers.
"Nothing bothers me now, except that I wish the baby would come sooner than it will," Mrs. Green replied, utterly fascinated by the fingers working so softly on her nipple.
"Patience," said Joyce, and she was compelled to touch both of the full, naked breasts before her, smoothly feeling their taut roundness, coaxing more of the erotic white droplets forward.
Her eyes were hungry, and her mouth was too. The situation was getting dangerous. Seconds more, and she'd be compelled to lick the white away. Instead, she deftly wiped off much of the mother's milk from those pink nipples with her fingers as she withdrew her hands from them. She turned her back on her first patient as if to wipe her fingers on a tissue. But instead, she licked them clean of the mother's milk, and her fluttering stomach softly rumbled for more of the erotic taste.
Joyce had to turn back for another look at those jutting, quivering tits. When she did, they were pointed downward, for young Mrs. Green was in the process of stripping off her panties. The woman was blithely unaware of her doctor's unnatural interest in her. Quite proudly and unashamedly she stood erect, altogether nude, with the round ball of her belly there to awaken even a newer surge of erotic interest in the young blonde physician.
Again there were no stretch marks at all on her pure, slim hips. She hadn't gained an ounce beyond that in her titties and her belly. Joyce had seen a many pregnant women before, quite routinely. But now, this one held a strange and special fascination for her. It was as if she'd swallowed a volleyball with no ill effects. Quite the contrary, that firm roundness in her tummy produced the very titillating effect of flagrant eroticism. Joyce had to wipe her sweating palms on the back of her smock as she told the naked young woman to lie down on the examination table.
Joyce listened at her abdomen with a stethoscope and she examined her vagina as Mrs. Green lay there chattering about the joys of motherhood. But in Joyce's mind, abdomen and vagina were not the words she used. Mrs. Green had a sexy little round tummy, in Joyce's mind. And in Joyce's mind, that was a hot little cunt between her legs, not a vagina. That orifice that had accepted Mr. Green's cock and his sperm some six months before was as pinkly healthy as the rest of her body. The flesh there seemed almost as taut as the white flesh of her tits. Her clitoris was very clearly visible, and Joyce felt almost ill with the desire to touch her tongue to it, to taste it, to thrill this woman even more than her husband had thrilled her. But she remained professional because she had to remain that way. She didn't let the silky pink beauty of Mrs. Green's twat seduce her, she didn't let the musky scent of her slit inebriate her. She did her job, she ran the routine examination in orderly fashion, and she maintained her poise and composure until she had Mrs. Green dressed and out of the examining room. Then she sat down at the little desk, slumped forward against it. She parted her legs and nicked up her skirt and began to play with her burning, itching cunt.
Without any pants on, it was easy enough to do. Her cuntlips were all dewy wet with her oily moisture even before she touched them, and in moments more her fast-rubbing fingers had the slickness spread on her loins and hair and down to her asshole as she grinned down at her highly necessary masturbation.
She hadn't been able to actually seduce Mrs. Green with her body and her tongue, but she'd done it in her mind, and for now that was almost as good. The brief and intimate contact with the young mother had excited Joyce enormously, and now she could use her mind in conjunction with her fingers in order to get the satisfaction she needed. Rubbing her twat, pulling and pushing at her wonderfully throbbing clit, she had to chuckle at herself. She was a lesbian, and it was high time she admitted that to herself, she had good times in bed with men, but it was really women that excited her. She'd proved that to herself beyond the shadow of a doubt with Mrs. Green's unknowing assistance. Those foolish young nurses had been the first hint of her homosexuality. The beautiful Miss Beresford had seen that hint and brought it closer to the surface. And now a young pregnant woman confirmed Joyce's deep-seated lesbianism. She looked down at her twat, all pink and glistening and very nearly as beautiful as Mrs. Green's had been, and she rubbed it more erotically still. Bones and tendons permitting, she would bend down and lick that cunt. She'd suck her own clitoris and wallow in the taste of hot pussy, if only she could. Better yet, she'd lick Miss Beresford's cunt, just as she'd promised to do in her moment of madness in the hall. She'd do that as so on as she could, completely confirming her lust for her own sex. She'd do it just as soon as her fingers brought her a little of the satisfaction she had to have before her legs would carry her to her wonderful woman lover.
And then a wonderful thing happened to Joyce. Either an angel or an imp of . Satan sent Miss Beresford to her, just when she needed her most, just when her mouth was watering for its first taste of hot pussy. Joyce heard the doorknob turn and quickly looked up at it, knowing full well Emily Beresford had divined her need and was coming to fill it. She was so sure that it was Miss Beresford and not some patient entering the room that she opened her legs wider and was even more flagrant about her masturbating there in the examining room. Her legs were wide apart and her fingers were squelching as they slid up and down through her slick wet slit. She was grinning just as crookedly and sexily as Emily did as the door opened, and in walked Dr. Philip Morgan.
"No-o-o-o-o," Joyce moaned, quivering on the brink of an orgasm as the tall, handsome man paused, grinning down at her by the door.
"Didn't get enough this morning, eh?" he said, and shut the door behind him.
"No. No, you don't understand," she pleaded, close to fainting from the dizzying feelings flooding through her as she closed her thighs hard on her shamefully placed hand.
"I understand what it is you need," he said, and whipped open his white physician's smock.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to. Please go and leave me alone, Doctor," she mumbled, ready to die of embarrassment, and too weak with her shameful lust to even rise from the little swivel chair.
"I'm an expert when it comes to handling accident cases," he said, and a hot shiver went up Joyce's spine in unison with the zipper of his fly being drawn down.
He reached inside and took his cock out. It wasn't fully hard, but it loomed large before Joyce's glazed gaze. It was like a big, limp finger curling down from the dark fabric of his trousers. And even as she gazed at it, it straightened slowly up to point its long thickness directly and accusingly at her.
"Suck me off a little," he said, "and then I'll give you what you need, Doc."
"Yes. Yes," she murmured, and her cunt-wet fingers closed around the hot hardness of his cock, and her watering mouth found its luscious flavor to be far more stimulating than the pussy she'd been thinking about licking.
In fact, pussy was the farthest thing from her mind now as she lavishly sucked on that big cock in her little mouth. It filled up her mouth. She rolled it around over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, much like a child with an all-day sucker, while he patted her head and chuckled at her. She didn't mind what he was saying to her. He could degrade her any way he chose to, just as long as he didn't take that lovely hard meat out of her mouth.
"Yeah, you took to sucking cock in a hurry. Nothing like having a couple of good cocksuckers in the office. Suck, baby. Lick it up good, and suck that big cock," he said as he swayed toward her on his toes, and stroked the shaft of the cock in her mouth with his hand.
She did as he said. She sucked it and licked it good, wildly thinking ahead when she'd have it in her cunt. He'd once said he would soon make it cream in her face. His hand, combined with her mouth and tongue, now threatened to do that. If he was as hot as she was, in moments the big cock would be erupting in her mouth, then squirting its heavy load against her face, depriving her cunt of what it so badly needed. His balls were so big and soft and warm in her fondling hands that she knew he had a lot of pent-up semen in his body. Something within her, however, told her that this man couldn't be so cruel as to spend his jism against her face when she needed it so badly in her cunt.
He swayed back on his heels, chuckling and muttering with the pleasure she was giving him. She followed him, cheeks sunken in with her suckings, tongue eager to taste all she could of his heavily meaty flavor before he dragged it out of her mouth and shoved it up in her belly. She followed him, leaning forward, and the swivel chair slipped back on its casters and clattered against the wall behind her, leaving her to fall to her knees on the hard floor. Still she kept on sucking that lovely big cock which held such promise for her. Her tongue kept swirling over its swollen head and her tongue tip delved in its little gaping mouth for more of its sticky sweet saltiness even as she fell to her knees before him.
"You get better at cocksucking all the time, Doc," he said. "I'd like to prolong it, but we've got patients waiting. You about ready to get fucked, Joyce?"
"Mmm-hmmm!" she said, mouth full of cock, nodding her pretty little blonde head.
Her lips tried vainly to hold it in as he backed off with his hips. Worshipfully cupping his balls in her hands, her swollen lips smacked off the bulbous end of his cock as he pulled it out of her mouth. Her pussy was screaming for it and she was too weak to get up off her knees and climb it. He leaned forward again, skidding his wet cockhead over her flushed and feverish face, smearing it with the goo she'd sucked out of it.
"Get up and bend over the table, and I'll give it to you good," he said.
"Help me," she panted. "Help me up.
"We haven't got all day," he said as he hauled her to her feet. "We've got patients to see to, and the Hippocratic oath doesn't say anything about us doctors taking fuck breaks. Assume the position, Joyce," he said, and pushed her belly down on the table.
She clung to its edge with both hands. Pussy seething hotly, she spread her legs for him to take her from behind. "Dog-fashion," she panted. "Yes, give it to me dog-fashion. Fuck me like the dogs do it!"
"Why not? You're a nice enough bitch," he said, and slapped something thick and warm and buttery up into the crack of her ass.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" she said as he rubbed it in there, pushing more of it inside her asshole.
He could hold her down with one hand while he greased the inside of her rectum with the fingers of the other. She was all but helpless. She could kick back at him and try to twist around, but all this was quite in vain, for he held her securely on the table. She couldn't scream, much as she wanted to, or her entire career as a physician would be over with before it was properly started. All she could do was quake with outraged indignation and kick and squirm while he pushed and pulled his well-greased finger in and out of her asshole.
"You're not going to do this to me! I won't permit it!" she hissed.
"Shut up," he replied, and then an even greater horror overcame her as she felt a finger much larger than those on his hand anointing her asshole with the lubricant.
"Don't! Please! Just fuck me right! I . . I sucked you off, didn't U"
"Yeah, but what have you done for me lately," he said, and he chuckled as he pushed harder with that big wedge on her cringing but slippery asshole.
"You'll tear me! It's so BIG!"
"I have sutures here. God damn," he muttered. "It really is tight, but it won't be for long. Well stretch you," he said, "Until you're able to take Emily's horsecock up there. Ah-h-h-h!"
"0-H-H-H-H," Joyce moaned in reply as the monstrous big cock was pushed inside her despite her every effort to keep that part of her body tensed against this unwanted violation.
The pain was sharp, searing, and it went on and on as he pushed more and more of his cock into her ass. He was softly grunting with the pleasure this was affording him, quite unmoved by Joyce's sobs of pain and humiliation as she lay across the examination table. Her head flew back as he began to pull it out, for now the pain had altered, stimulating new nerve endings in a new and even more torturous manner. She felt that her guts were being drawn out through her asshole. His cock seemed enormously long, as if it would never complete the long, dragging exit from between her small white asscheeks. Only when it was out of her would she be able to breathe again, and that had to happen soon, she thought, as inch after inch of the thick, hard cock was dragged back out of her tensed and sweating body. And then, just when she could feel the big ridge of his cock being pulled back against the tight ring of her sphincter, he changed course and pushed the thing back in her again.
"No, no, no-o-o-o-o," she moaned, robbed of all her strength, too hurt and degraded to even weep now. She went totally limp across the little table. Those two strong hands that had been holding her down now softened in her flesh and repositioned her slightly, while the wielder of that huge cock up her ass smoothly and slowly worked it in and out of her.
"There," he said. "It's better when you relax, isn't it?"
"Get it over with. Just get it over with. Oh. Oh, God-d-d."
"Tight and hot. It'll never be this tight again. Still hurt a little?"
"Yes. It's terrible. Hurry. Get it over with, damn you!"
"Better let you rest for a minute," he said, and he stopped those deep poking of his cock in her asshole.
She lay there panting and letting the pain recede. It vanished quickly without the constant thick friction of him inside her. Joyce was still trying to catch her breath when her anus began to itch. She squirmed a bit to assuage the minor irritation against the big cock inside her, and it felt considerably better. The itch didn't disappear, but it did feel better, and then it felt better still when she squirmed a bit more, and rubbed her very taut anal tissues against the scratching post of his cock.
Joyce grasped the table's edge with both hands for better purchase and squirmed her hips some more, rubbing harder still and longer still against the cock inside her. Miraculously, it was fitting her quite properly now, and there wasn't even a hint of pain as she managed to slide her stretched anus over an inch or two of hard prick. It was luxurious to scratch that itch, and the luxury grew with the extent of the itch. By tilting her hips up and down and arching her back, she could scratch her itch in a wonderful way. By sliding back and forth across the table, she could make the itch spread more widely over her upturned white ass and make it tingle with the deep-seated pleasure of satiation and simultaneous stimulation.
"Ooh. Ooh-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h-h!" She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she basked in the pleasures of spreading the itch and then titillating it deeply. Her asshole was all relaxed and puckered nicely around the big hard cock in it, and it slid easily over its greased surface. Her pleasures were growing so nicely that for a moment or two she thought his cock was hr her twat, though that part of her was up against the edge of the padded table and finding a very nice massage of its own. She rubbed her twat against the table's edge and at the same time worked her truly delightful itch against the cock in her asshole, and she smiled and sighed, "Ooh. Ooh-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h."
"I think you've rested enough," he said, and began to move again. "Feeling better?"
"Gawd. Feels wonderful."
"You like getting fucked in the ass, eh? I'm really fucking the shit out of you now, and you're liking it."
"Never thought I would," she said, gasping and panting as the itch grew to a fiery sensation, quite wonderful and quite addicting. "Deeper. Fuck me deeper and harder."
"Where?" he asked, sliding slowly and easily and very tightly, with his strong hands holding her hips as they should.
"Right in my ass," she muttered coarsely. "Fuck me right in the ass, Phil. Do it hard. Make me come!"
"Like this?" he said, and really started to move.
He hauled his cock all the way back and shoved it into her up to the hilt. On the outstroke, she could feel the big ridge of his cockhead swelling the tight ring of her asshole, and at the end of his in stroke his hard, hairy pubic mound was smacking her there. Deep as they were, his strokes were rapid, too. With his feet planted firmly on the floor and with the good hold he had on her hips, he could put all his manly strength into the sodomy he was performing on the little blonde intern. And with her body spread eagled on the solidly placed examination table, she could take all he had without tiring, no matter how fast and furious the orgasms were coming to her.
BANG! BANG! BANG! They were coming in a series now, giving her all the joy and more that she'd missed since this wonderful dirty man had turned her on to his little world of sex and perversion. Over and over the orgasms ripped through her writhing body with such maddening frequency that she thought she'd go right put of her mind, and very gladly do so. The only thought left in her mind was to keep from crying out with the huge joys that were crashing through her, and thus alarm the patients and end those joys. She had to clamp her jaws shut and compress her lips tightly to keep from shouting and screaming the dirtiest of words, all in keeping with these wonderfully filthy and fanatically dirty joys she was finding in every jamming stroke of that big cock in her dumb little asshole.
She'd lived for almost a quarter of a century and had never realized what it was she had in her pants. Certainly there was a cunt there, and that cunt was made for pleasure more- than anything else. And certainly there was an asshole there, but that part of her had been almost totally wasted for all those years. She'd only used it to crap, and she'd been repelled by the thought of it as a sex organ. Now she was finding out that this was a part of the body she kept covered with panties that was made as much for sex as her cunt was. Wild. A whole new discovery, and what a perfectly delightful one. It was the dirtiest thing that had happened to her in her life, and she absolutely loved it.
His fingers clutching more deeply at her soft little wiggling hips gave her a preview of what he said. "I'm gonna come. Yeah. Oh, baby, here it comes!"
"Give it to me. Oh, give it to me!" she said in her throaty growl, and she found newer and better ways to wiggle her bottom. She found ways that she'd never been taught, ways that milked his wonderfully throbbing cock and stripped it of its juices as he arched back and kept up the good, good pumping while his cock spewed out a rich load of thick white semen in her brown, sucking asshole.
He stopped his pumping. He sighed contentedly and gave her a vulgar slap on her ass. He started pulling out his cock, and she could not stop herself from saying, "Don't go yet. Just leave it in a little longer. He kept right on dragging out the big cock in her, saying as he did so, "It'll be in you a lot longer before you're done with your internship, Dr. Carruthers. But right now, we've got to get back to work."
She wanted to collapse and sleep for a week when he'd at last pulled his wonderful big cock all the way out of her tingling asshole. But he was right. There was work to do. It was bad enough to have sex in the middle of the working day, with patients waiting. It was even worse that the sex had been dirty sex, perverted sex. But to neglect her patients entirely while she took a nap was totally unthinkable.
Dr. Morgan helped her up off the table and left her alone in the room. The only one she could turn to for moral support around there, it seemed, was Dr. Joyce Carruthers.
Chapter Seven
Throughout that long day, Joyce had the feeling that each and every one of her patients knew exactly what she'd been doing with the lecherous Dr. Morgan and the lesbian Miss Beresford. Each time one of the patients looked her in the eye, her face felt as flushed as her ass had been immediately following her session with Dr. Morgan. And of course, the constant proximity of her two seducers didn't help Joyce's state of mind.
At every opportunity Dr. Morgan and Miss Beresford were giving her looks of scantly veiled lust. They would whisper nasty little words of titillating promise to her in passing. Scarcely out of sight of the stream of patients that passed through the offices, the tall doctor and his statuesque receptionist pinched Joyce's fanny and patted her twat and tweaked her titties at every opportunity, keeping her in a constant condition of embarrassment and agitation.
Fortunately for her and her patients, the tasks she had to perform were quite routine. On this, her first day at work as a physician, she was assigned the simplest of medical tasks. Blood pressures were taken. A few injections were given. She examined another pregnant woman. She taped up the sprained wrist of a boy named Willie. Dr. Morgan took charge of the X-rays and the diagnoses and the serious illnesses and accident cases that came through the doors while Joyce performed the more subordinate tasks, and that was fine with her that day for her wits were not about her and she needed time to think.
She was not, as she had thought before, a latent lesbian. True, she'd been uncommonly stimulated by the attentions of Miss Beresford, but her subsequent encounter with Dr. Morgan proved to her beyond the shadow of a doubt that her appetite for men was the predominant factor in her sex life. Dr. Morgan hadn't even fucked her in the proper fashion, and still it had thrilled her enormously. It had satisfied her enormously top, at least at the time. But within an hour after the buggery in the examining room, her pussy and her asshole both were softly itching for more of his big cock.
At the same time, her senses could still be stimulated by Miss Beresford. This was especially true when the big brunette caught her by surprise. Standing before the files, looking up a patient's case history, Joyce suddenly felt Miss Beresford's perfumed lips at her ear, and heard her softly murmur, "It won't be long till the sickies are gone for the day, and we can suck some pussy."
That little incident, among others, made Joyce's hair stand on end. It sent a hot flush flowing over her flesh even though she had no intention of continuing with the woman whose lusts for her were as intense as Dr. Morgan's. She knew that after work, she could sit down and talk reasonably with them. She could clearly and lucidly explain that she was a modem woman who appreciated a moderate amount of sex in her life. Under the circumstances, she would explain, it was perfectly logical for her to have this sex with Dr. Morgan. Once, perhaps twice a week, she would accept him into her bed and satisfy the flesh. But having a simultaneous affair with Miss Beresford was out of the question. And it was also out of the question for them to continue with their lecherous flirtations with her during the working day. She had a job to do and it could not be interfered with by the lusts of the body.
And so throughout that long first day at her new job, Joyce slowly but surely got her wits about her. She regained her composure and she looked forward to the time when her last patient would leave and she could have that sensible talk with the two people with whom she'd be working for the next year.
Joyce's last patient was a man of about thirty. Alone in the examination room with her, he rather hesitantly told her that he thought he'd contracted a venereal disease. There was pain when he urinated, he told her, and a light discharge. "Just drop your pants and shorts, Mr. Perkins," said Joyce, "and I'll examine you and take a smear."
Joyce felt cool and composed as the patient did her bidding. No one would have suspected now that she was without any panties under her doctor's smock or that she'd engaged in some pretty wild sex that day in these offices. She was sure that even this man with his sexual problem didn't have the vaguest suspicion that she had taken a stiff cock up her ass that very morning, in that very room. She was brimming with cool confidence as she turned toward him.
He was seated on the examination table, pants and shorts dangling around his ankles. His cock was limply drooped over his thigh, and his testicles hung heavily between his legs. His cock was simply an infected organ, and Joyce regarded it as nothing more-until she took it in her hand.
It was so very warm and soft, so very velvety, and so unlike any other part of the human anatomy. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned it this way and that before her eyes. Limp as it was, it had a good size to it. It was a big, healthy organ, despite the infection it might have. Oozing out of its little mouth was a small amount of sticky fluid. Joyce coaxed more of it out by gently thumbing its soft underside, and the man stifled a little gasp.
"Is it that sore?" she said.
"Not exactly sore, but
"I'll try to be gentle," she said, and stroked it very softly. There was nothing in the world she could compare this organ with. It had a beauty all its own, one which Joyce could appreciate at her leisure as she went about her very honorable profession. Her soothing, massaging fingers coaxed out a glistening drop of the thick wetness from his cock, and despite his apparent discomfort, she felt his meat growing larger in her hand. There was all the fluid she needed gathered on the end of it now, but Joyce felt quite unable to end the examination quite so quickly.
"Are your testicles sore?" she asked, and very gently cupped them in her other hand.
"I don't know. Sometimes," he said, spreading his legs wider and making his big soft balls even more available for her hand.
"Are they tender now?" she asked. She had his prick in one hand and his nuts in the other. His prick was just about half-hard now. She could feel its gristly muscle waking up and coming to life under her touch. His nuts seemed to be getting warmer in her hand, and were definitely the source of the musky, meaty scent that was now permeating his bared loins. She breathed in that scent through flaring nostrils as she bent over his very gradually stiffening cock.
"A little," he said. "Your hand is, uh, making them feel better."
She looked up and shot him a brief smile, and there in his eyes the soft glow of desire was apparent to her. He certainly didn't want to get aroused in the doctor's office, but he couldn't help himself. It was terribly unfair of her to tease him by prolonging the examination like this, but she wasn't doing him any real harm by it, and in a way, she couldn't help herself either.
"Is your penis more tender when it becomes erect, Mr. Perkins?"
"I don't know. I, uh, haven't had a har-an erection since this showed up."
"We'd best check that. Relax," she said, and now she was at last able to massage his prick in a frankly erotic manner.
He spread his legs wider still, and he leaned back with his hands on the table behind him. They were both looking at the same thing, her soft little hand wrapped around the dark thickness of his cock, moving up and down on it. Her hand was lightly encircling it, but it was tight enough around it to draw the ruddy pink skin of his cockhead tight as she drew it down. Then his prick seemed to be straining up at her, ready to leap up off his body and into her mouth. Drawing her hand up, she would bunch up the skin around his ridged cockhead, and all the while she was making it harder, stiffer, longer, warmer.
"Any real pain now?" she asked, quite deliberately caressing the lovely big cock with her breath as well as with her hand.
"Hard to say," he replied, and there was a definite note of husky sexual lust in his voice now.
His cock was just as hard as it could be, his balls just as soft and full as possible. There was plenty of seminal fluid wetting the end of his prick now, and if Joyce kept this up he would certainly know she had motives other than purely medical for handling him in this fashion.
"You don't seem to be in too much distress," she said, and took her hand reluctantly from his nuts to reach back behind her to the white porcelain table top. "We'll prepare a smear.
She took a glass microscope slide from the box and held it close to the gaping little mouth on the end of his cock. She bent closer still to do this, feasting her eyes on the man's cock, filling her senses with vibrantly glowing feelings of giddy desire. She gripped his cockshaft more firmly at the base and slowly drew her hand up its strong, hard length. She could actually see its big red head pulsing in time with his quickened heartbeat. His seminal fluid came up and out with the movement of her hand and accumulated in the thick wetness there on the end of it. Joyce took her time in collecting it on the glass slide, holding him firmly in her hand, wishing she could have it in her hot little cunt at the same time, once she cured him of his infection. Already she was thinking ahead to having Dr. Morgan's hot cock up her hungry fuckhole, and at that point she didn't care which of the two sex orifices in her pants got it first. But a cock in the hand is worth two in the pants, she thought with a smile, and she made the most of the current situation.
She milked every bit of seminal fluid from Mr. Perkins' urethra and gathered up far too great a quantity of it on the slide. Then she let go of his stiff-standing prick and half turned toward the table with the slide-and deliberately let it fall from her hand and shatter on the floor.
"Dam," she said. "How clumsy of me. Now I'll have to prepare a new one, and I'm afraid you haven't much seminal fluid left right now."
"S-Seminal fluid?"
"Come," she explained with an indulgent smile. He smiled back at her and said in insolent tones, "There's more where that came from, Doc."
"Indeed there is, and I know how to get it for the sample. Get down from the table, please, and turn around and bend over it."
"W-What for?"
"Just do as I say, Mr. Perkins."
It was gratifying to see him obey her. It was made all the more so by his partial nudity, and by the big erection he had now. It got in his way as he faced the table and bent over it. She reached around him and felt of its wet head, and clucked in disapproval. "I'll have to give you a prostate massage to work some more seminal fluid out. Most men think their seminal fluid comes from their testicles, but actually it originates in the prostate gland up in a man's rectum."
"You're going to. . . put something up there?"
"Yes," she said, quite firmly, and got the same jar of Vaseline that Dr. Morgan had used on her, and put some on her finger. "The prostate gland is the male's chief sex organ," she said as she prodded and poked around his fear-stricken asshole with her well-greased finger. "I can probably get enough come out by massaging it properly, but you would help matters by thinking some erotic thoughts, and by verbalizing them."
"Huh?" he said, and tried to look back over his shoulder at her.
"Think dirty thoughts. Sexy ones. Talk about them. Tell me how you came to get the infection, if you have one. That will help me, Mr. Perkins," she said, sliding her finger in and out of that hole which she now knew to be supersensitive to a massage. She had just gotten the ball of her finger on the walnut-sized ball of his prostate, and had just made him tense and gasp at the contact, when he began to talk.
"Picked her up in a bar. Sort of a rough place. She was playing pool all by herself, and I watched her for a while. Young. Hippy type. Not super pretty, but with nice long hair. Blonde. Like yours, Doctor. Wearing ragged jeans and a thin shirt. I could see she didn't have a bra on under it. Big ti- Large breasts."
"It's okay to use the vernacular with me now. That should help you," she said, smoothly and gently rubbing her finger all over his prostate, massaging his asshole with her knuckles, milking his prick with her other hand.
"Yeah. She had big tits. I could see her.., her pussy bulging out the old blue denim. She was friendly. We drank some beer, and pretty soon I got my hands on her. You know, teaching her how to shoot pool, even though she knew it all as good as I did. Leaning over her, smelling her body, feeling how soft and warm she was. Jesus."
"How long were you there with her?"
"I don't know. Maybe two hours. Touching her while we were at the table. Playing kneesies at the bar. Drinking beer. Fucking with our eyes. I knew damned well I was going to get in her pants that night, but she wasn't in any hurry and neither was I, at first.
"Then we both got so drunk we didn't much give a damn what we were doing. Drunk and hot. We started kissing at the bar. French kissing, and to hell with anybody who objected. I felt up her tits. Reached right up under her blouse and played with em, and man, they were big and they were soft. Hung way down, but really soft and round, with nice hard nipples on the end. And she was playing with my prick, right there at the bar. First with her knee, then with her hand. The front of my pants were getting all wet. I was really turned on, and so was she.
"I said, Let's get out of here. Let's go to my place and fuck." She said, "My place is closer. I'm ready to go." I got a six-pack and we split. Around midnight in a rough neighborhood, but I didn't give a damn. We kept stopping and necking every ten feet, dry fucking there on the sidewalk. My prick was so goddamned hard it like to bust through my pants. Her little pussy was so hot I could feel it, and it was squirming against me all the damned time. Whew!"
"Sounds as if you had quite a night."
"Yeah. She had a dumpy little place. Her girl friend was there looking at TV, and at first I was afraid she'd blow it for me and then I was hoping I could get the both of them in bed at the same time when it turned out her girl friend was the friendly type. But, no. This June-that was her name-just laughed and said she wanted me all to herself, all night long, doing it all, getting it all on and letting it all hang out."
"I assume she meant cunnilingus and fellatio in addition to coitus," said Joyce, feeling very aroused herself now as she continued to fingerfuck his asshole and stroke his hard cock.
"Huh?" he said.
"Sucking each other off. I believe that's the term in use.
"Yeah. Sixty-nine. She dug that, and her pussy was the sweetest. I can't believe she gave me the clap."
"Perhaps she didn't. The test will have to be done before we can ascertain that. But go on. What did you actually do in bed?"
"What didn't we do?" he muttered, working his hips forward and back now. He was squirming his asshole against her finger and pushing his cock through her hand, as helplessly involved with sex as she herself had been with Dr. Morgan that morning. "Fucked," he went on in a gravelly voice. "Fucked and sucked all night long. Prettiest little pussy you ever saw. Beautiful chick. Firm all over, except for those big goddamned tits of hers. I even fucked her between the tits. Oh-h-h-h-h. Oh-h-h, Jesus!
"Did you make her come?" Joyce asked at his ear, rubbing him front and back with her hands, rubbing her tingling pubic bulge against his bare asscheek.
"Goddamn right, I did," he muttered. "Shit. She probably came a dozen times, and I must have pumped a quart of jizz into her. Upstairs and down. In her mouth and in her cunt. Just fucked ourselves ragged, and.. . tab-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h, jib, uh, uh," he groaned, and then bit his lip to clit off any further outcries as his cream came pouring out, gushing into Joyce's hand, driven there by the constant pressures she was putting on his prostate. He kept swaying back and forth, shuddering and squirming. He kept coming for what seemed like a very long time, until Joyce's hand was covered with the warm sticky fluid of life and he was slumped exhausted over the table.
She sneered a smile at his back and crisply said, "I have quite enough for a sample now, Mr. Perkins. You may dress and go."
Chapter Eight
Joyce was still smiling to herself in a very superior manner as she mounted the slide she'd taken on Mr. Perkins and ran the tests. She had proven to her satisfaction that she wasn't the only person m the world who was vulnerable to the sexual compulsion. She no longer felt so guilty about having given in to the doctor and his receptionist. She felt she had acted relatively sanely, and had succumbed to their advances primarily because of her weariness and the unexpectedness of the situation. Best of all, most important of all, she felt she could successfully turn aside the inevitable sexual advances of Dr. Morgan and Emily Beresford. She finished the test, concluding that Mr. Perkins' problem was symptomatic of overuse of his penis rather than misuse of it. And with the end of this test, Dr. Joyce Carruthers' day came to an end.
The work she had done was largely routine, and yet she had completed her first day of working with patients. Certainly she'd erred in straying from her appointed duties as a physician to daily with her employer and his receptionist, and certainly she shouldn't have taken things as far as she had with Mr. Perkins. But she had gotten through the day without making any medical errors, and she felt proud of herself for this. Now she needed a nice warm bath, a change into clean and comfortable clothing, and a large chair to curl up in where she could read the latest medical journals. She felt she could attain her evening of relaxation, for the other two people who worked in the offices were nowhere to be seen. Probably they'd gone off to Miss, Beresford's apartment for more indulgence of their oversexed appetites, and that was fine with Joyce. She needed no help from them in getting settled here in Roseville. A bath and a book and a few hours alone, and she'd go out for a stroll. Find a nice little restaurant and have a solitary dinner with a glass of wine, then wander through the town that she would come to know so well in the next year. Finally, seven solid hours of sleep in her bed-all by herself. But first and foremost, that bath, and the donning of some panties.
Joyce was smiling, feeling serene as she went through the hallway and opened the door to her room. Less than a second later she was in a struggle for the remnants of her dignity, furious and at the same time frightened by the strong arms that held her from behind and by the leering feminine face before her.
Dr. Morgan was obviously naked. Joyce could tell that from the big hard cock that lay up through the groove of her spine. All Miss Beresford had on was the skimpy underwear Joyce had felt through her uniform. The bra was white lace, practically transparent, and her panties were such an exaggerated bikini cut that they were really little more than a white G-string. Even as Joyce struggled in Dr. Morgan's firm grip, she couldn't help but be impressed by the renewed size and vigor in his cock. Even as she tried to twist away from Miss Beresford's reaching hands, she couldn't help but be stricken by the voluptuous, show-girl proportions of the grinning woman.
"Let me go!" Joyce protested. "I won't let you two do anything to me again.
"Fine," said the doctor, easily holding her captive. "We don't want you to let us do anything to you. We want to play a little game called rape, and you're it."
"'Don't. Please. All I want is to take a bath and go to bed."
"Take a bath?" Miss Beresford asked. She leaned close and buried her face briefly in Joyce's hair. "Why should you? You smell divine, and I'm sure your pussy tastes even better than your hair smells."
She took Joyce by the shoulders and laid her mouth on hers. Her lips were warm and soft and large. Her tongue was slippery and probing and seducing. But now Joyce was determined not to be seduced by anything either of them might do to her. She kept her jaws clamped firmly shut so that the delving, probing tongue could encounter only teeth. She gave it no chance to get at the sensitive buds of her own tongue.
Still the tongue of the lesbian kept pushing and sliding over her mouth. She couldn't turn her head away. It was securely held in the crook of Dr. Morgan's neck. Miss Beresford seemed quite complacent about being barred from entering Joyce's mouth. She seemed content to slip and slide her tongue over Joyce's taut lips and to tickle the tip of her tongue over Joyce's gums. Her hands were now on Joyce's tits, and her tits were on Joyce's tits as well. It felt as if there was no covering at all on Miss Beresford's heavily pushing breasts as she leaned against Joyce and worked her hands in between the two pair of tits. Her long fingers knew where to touch Joyce, knew how to try and stimulate her against her wishes, and her big soft breasts were striving with equal ease toward exciting that part of the young intern. Down below, Miss Beresford's thigh-as large as a man s, but infinitely softer and more tapered-was thrusting and moving against Joyce's crotch. In her first panic, Joyce hadn't closed her legs, and so access to her most sensitive parts had been made all the easier for this woman she'd just met the night before. The softness of her thigh made it mold to Joyce's little crotch, covering her cringing cunt with softly vibrant warmth and softness. The entire front of Joyce's body was being seductively assailed by soft femininity, while behind her she was being pushed and prodded and moved toward excitement by the hardness of the male body.
Her senses were beginning to dizzy. It was getting difficult to breathe. She thought she might faint from lack of oxygen, when at last those soft, Perfumed lips were taken stickily away from hers, and sweet, sweet air rushed into her lungs while the evilly beautiful face of the lesbian came blurrily into focus once again.
"God, she's got a sweet little mouth," said the big brunette, licking her glistening lips with a tongue that had tasted so much of Joyce's body already.
"She's sort of sweet all over," said the doctor, squirming and rubbing his big cock up Joyce's stiff spine.
"Perverts," Joyce managed to say, just before those perfumed lips came down to cover hers once again. She saw it coming this time and was able to take a deep breath. She was prepared to resist the softly demanding mouth on hers for a long time this time, but before she was really into the resistance, that mouth was taken away again.
"Mm-rn-rn-rn," Miss Beresford murmured. "Her mouth's getting sweeter still. I can taste her pussy in it."
"You probably smell it," Joyce said as distastefully as she could. "I'm just filthy. I need a bath."
"We know what you need, Joycie," said the doctor as he worked up her skirt with the movements of his cock.
"And I know what I need," said Miss Beresford, and again the big brunette sank to her knees before the little blonde.
"Oh, no-o-o-o," Joyce moaned as her skirt was lifted, her tufted crotch exposed to the hot gaze of the powerfully beautiful woman before her.
Joyce was able to close her legs now that her cunt wasn't being massaged by Miss Beresford's silken leg. She was able to lock her little legs together to prevent entry of any part of the lesbian's lusting body from her fingers to that terribly seductive tongue. But behind her, Dr. Morgan was easily able to lift her up off the floor. Her feet dangled several inches above the carpet in the little apartment as she was held there by her arms. Her shoulders twinged with the pain of supporting her entire body weight, while below her, Miss Beresford's strong, soft fingers pried at her legs, seeking warmth and moisture and sensitivity that Joyce so desperately craved to keep hidden from this demanding, humiliating couple.
Miss Beresford's hands went rippling, tingling down the outer sides of Joyce's legs as the big brunette said, "She's got a terrific little shape. Do you think she's a virgin, Phil?" she asked, getting fully involved in the disgusting rape game they were playing.
"She won't be by the time we get done with her."
"By the time we get done with her," the lesbian went on, caressing Joyce's bare legs, "she'll be all the way turned on to sex. Shell love cock and she'll love pussy. She'll love to fuck and she'll love to suck, and she won't care if it's a man or a woman who she's sucking or fucking with. We're doing her a big favor by liberating her now."
"You filthy goddamned perverts!" Joyce spat. "The only favor you'd do for me is to turn yourselves in for psychotherapy. Dr. Morgan, if this goes any farther at all, I'm turning you in myself, to the American Medical Association. You might be able to convince them I was a party to the sex we had up till now, but this is out and out rape, and you can lose your license for that."
"That's it," he said with a laugh. "Play the game with us, Joyce. It makes it all the better. Here, let me help you play it," he said, and released one grip on her to reach around and rip her smock open.
"I'm not playing!" she shouted. "I'm serious about turning you in!" she screamed, and his only reply was another laugh, and the tearing open of her dress.
He shredded it open right down the front. He laid bare her brassiered breasts and her bare cunt with one sweep of his powerful hand, while Joyce screamed and struggled in his grip. The arm that he'd released was too cramped and sore from its confinement for her to make decent use of it, but still she tried to beat at her tormentor and claw at his arm. He easily dodged her fingernails and by the time he'd caught her wrist once again, Miss Beresford's tongue was invading the humid privacy of her cunt.
The kneeling lesbian had her thumbs on the inside of Joyce's knees. The balls of her thumbs were pressed against that very sensitive spot, and it took very little pressure from her thumbs to make Joyce cease her struggles to get her legs together again and keep the seeking tongue from finding her clitoris.
Joyce's clitoris was right there where it always was and at this moment it seemed that it should be easier to find than ever, for it was definitely swollen and reaching out for some kind of contact. It was an untrustworthy part of her body. It had a mind of its own, or more accurately, no mind at all, and it therefore responded to the touch against Joyce's most determined wishes. A pair of panties that were too tight, her finger innocently scratching an itch, a bicycle seat-any of these things could make that utterly brainless part of he sit up and take instant notice. No wonder it was sitting up so very erectly now as the pressure near it was being delivered by an individual who knew exactly how to stimulate a clitoris in the most exciting way imaginable.
Miss Beresford's tongue was moving all around Joyce's clit. It was moving in circles, and not necessarily converging ones. One moment it would be right on the edge of giving the young intern's clitoris the touch it was screaming for, and the next it would have, strayed on to casually probe through the folds of her pussy. One moment that firmly pointed tongue was actually within the rapidly moistening slit of Joyce's cunt, and the next it would have found more interest in her curly blonde pubic hair. It was moving in wide circles all around Joyce's clit without quite touching it. That tongue wanted to touch her clit, for that tongue was a lesbian tongue with all the strange and perverted tastes of the lesbian, and yet it was refraining from touching and tasting what it craved for. That tongue was very deliberately trying to drive Joyce out of her mind, and it was doing a fair job of succeeding.
She hung in the arms of the laughing man behind her, feebly kicking and struggling, while the lesbian kneeling before her calmly went about the business of washing her loins with her tongue. She wept and cursed and threatened, and the doctor continued to hold her and laugh, and his receptionist continued to tickle her with fiendishly wonderful torment with her tongue. The hair of Joyce's head was all down over her face and the hair of her pussy was all swirly and matted with the saliva of the lesbian, while her dumb little clit silently begged for more of this awful, degrading treatment.
One swipe of Miss Beresford's tongue and Joyce's body all but surrendered completely to the already completed surrender of her cit. It had been an accidental swipe of the lesbian's tongue, but it had shown her clitoris a brief glimpse of the heavenly delights it might know if the woman had her way with her all the way. One touch and her clit was not just surrendering but reaching out for more of it, and her body was helping it by arching in forward the doctor s arms.
But her mind was still in her possession, and she continued to hurl her threats at the pair holding her prisoner, while at the same time the doctor murmured his---slyly calculated words to drive her further toward surrender and subsequent insanity.
"Yeah, she's a hot one. Once she feels a cock in her, she'll never be able to get enough. She won't tell her folks on us. She's more likely to be using her tongue to suck us than to go blabbing to the authorities about a little rape.
"I'll tell! I swear I will!" Joyce cried, and then she moaned, "Uu-u-u.u-u-oooooh-h-h-h," as at last the beautiful woman on her knees before her laced her tongue around her clit and gave her the perfect sweet stimulation she'd been craving for all of her young life.
"Uu-u-u-u-u-ooooh-h-h-h, Gawd, that feels good!" she moaned, and spread her legs as widely as the beautiful lesbian's hands would permit and shoved her bursting clit between the woman's sucking lips. She looked down through eyes that were filled with tears of joyful bliss now, and she saw that utterly beautiful face turn this way and that for the long, pointed tongue to tickle and probe at her clit. She saw the pinkly glistening lips encircle her there and suck on her clit, making it even larger and more sensitive than before, and she moaned with joy and undulated her hips for the lesbian in the most sensuous way she possibly could.
Behind her, the man was helping her. He'd pulled the shreds of her dress from between them and now she could feel even more of his naked cock with the nudity of her constantly writhing, hot little body. He was helping her with his loins, pushing his wonderful big cock against the crack of her ass and thus presenting her hot little cunt to the lesbian's mouth in the perfect fashion for the homosexual kisses that Joyce so craved. And he was saying wonderful things to her that reassured her now as she built toward one soft orgasm after another, each building and growing to the overflowing pot at the end of the sexual rainbow that she'd sought for all of her eighteen innocent years.
"You like being sucked off by a lesbian? Are you going to like my fucking you as much?"
"Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s," Joyce purred, twisting and pushing with her hips, finding new ways and angles to present her stimulated clit for the lesbian's sucking kisses.
"And you're going to keep quiet about this, aren't you. Instead of going to your parents, you re going to come back to us for more hot sex, aren't you?"
"Yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," Joyce sighed, her little body in a lovely warm sexual sweat now as her pores opened up with the further opening of the lubricating glands in her hot little cunt.
"And you want us to fuck you, don't you, Joyce. You want both of us to fuck you, suck you, on and on, over and over."
"Goddamn right I did," she muttered, flowering everywhere in her body, feeling gloriously alive and free of the restraining bonds that had prevented her from finding this joy before in her life.
"She's getting with it now, Emily," Phil announced.
"You don't have to tell me. I can taste it," said Emily, and Joyce joined in the dirty little laughter, even though the wonderful tickling tongue had been taken out of her twat for the Lesbian to utter her words.
She was standing up now, looming huge and beautiful before the joyfully wilting girl, her mouth all wet from Joyce's cunt juice. "You like having a lesbian suck you off, little girl?" Emily asked.
In reply, Joyce slung her arms about the woman's neck and kissed her full on the mouth. Phil had released her now, for now she was one of them, a full partner in all the wonderful delights to come. So she was able to put her all into the kiss, able to feel Emily's soft, soft shoulders with her arms and feel her silken hair with her hands and-best of all-feel her wonderfully able mouth with hers.
That mouth was all wet and stinky from her cunt. It was slippery and juicy, and Joyce's eagerly sucking mouth slid over it in a delightful way as the two of them swapped tongues. The petite blonde clung to the big brunette and kissed her deeply and passionately, hotly and sexily, while she ground her little titties against the big cushions of the lesbian's tits and pushed her dripping, open twat up against the big mound that pushed forward from between Emily's ample hips. It was sinful and degrading, perverted and forbidden, and Joyce absolutely reveled in it.
Joyce continued to mouth and suck at the smiling lips as Emily drew back her head and said, "Your mouth is even sweeter now. And I dig your little titties."
Phil had been playing with them from behind, reaching around her and digging the balls of his fingers into the bulging sides of them while she'd been swapping tongues with Emily. Now the good doctor took his hands away to make room for the fingers of the alluring lesbian. Those fingers plucked and pulled at Joyce's titties while she watched, breathless with excitement and tingling with desire for more. She was unwilling to miss a thing now. She watched through greedy eyes while those long feminine fingers rolled and pinched her hard little nipple buds. The fingers could make them feel like clitorises there on her round white titties. She watched, dizzy with desire, while Phil's hands played about her hips and her hands kneaded the softness of Emily's full shoulders.
"I like to suck titties," Emily said, licking her beautiful lips, looking at the hot flesh in her hands through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Do it. Do it," Joyce moaned, thrusting herself into the lesbian's cupped hands, pushing her tits up for more of the soft pinchings.
"Do you like to play with tits, too?" said Phil's voice behind her ear. "A pair of big tits is so fucking pretty that I know you like to play with them. And Emily's tits are the biggest, and the prettiest. Show her your tits, Emily. Go on."
"I don't think I should," said the big brunette, and she took her hands from Joyce's pulsing breasts to cover her own lightly clad tits with them. "After all, we don't want to corrupt her too much. Only eighteen and all," she said, and hitched up a bra strap, and somehow managed to let it slip down over her big white shoulder.
Her tit was so big that it almost fell out of her bra. Joyce stared at the big, creamy mound, clenched fists at her side, while Emily purred, "Once she starts playing with my tits, she'll wind up sucking 'em, kissing, 'em, licking 'em just like a baby. And she's too old to be a baby."
"She's old enough to suck cunt," said Phil, and Joyce's hands, shaking badly, slowly rose to hover before the big thrusting tits of the near-nude woman standing before her.
"She'll be sucking my cunt soon," said Emily, nodding sagely, almost making Joyce nod with her as she stood hypnotized by the two big lovely things before her, so thinly clad, so much like her own, but so much larger.
"Don't think ahead, just act now," Phil murmured, his hands on her titties again. "Tomorrow never comes. Do what you want to now, and the hell with tomorrow. Uncover those big jugs, Joyce. Take off Emily's bra and kiss those big beauties."
Joyce could barely reach around the big woman at first, but when Emily took her in her arms and hugged her strongly, she found she was quite able to reach the single hook that held her bra in place. Then she wanted more than anything else to end the delightfully sexy kiss, just so she would be able to completely bare the big jugs that were so close to being naked, and that were so close to her. Only the unhooked bra separated their bare tits now, and Joyce had to see them, feel them, kiss them. But Emily's anus were strong, and in a way, her mouth was even stronger. Joyce feebly struggled in her arms, not to get away now by any means, but just to break loose long enough to feast her eyes on the big tits pressed against her before she got her little hands and her little mouth on them. Emily's mouth was so sweet, so sucking. It reminded her of her pussy, all wet and open, being sucked by this very woman s mouth. It reminded her of all the orgasms she'd ever had in her life, and it made her feel she was capable of experiencing every one of them again, all at the same time.
Just the thought of that gave her a deep, sudden strength, and she used this strength to wrench her mouth away from the soft wetness and lower it at once to the waiting mounds of flesh.
The nipples were up hard, and they were as big as the ends of her thumbs as Joyce madly went from one to the other with her pursed and panting lips. She had to sweep her tousled hair out of the way to get at the succulent, puckered flesh that awaited her hungry kisses. She sucked the nipples and she licked the velvety smooth flesh, wildly aroused, helped along by the big cock that was sliding up through her open legs from behind, rubbing against her itching twat: Her kisses were loud and wet, but still she could hear their laughing voices quite clearly as they spoke above her head.
"Christ, she just loves sucking tit, Phil."
"Who doesn't? She loves sucking cock, too, but it's tit that interests her now. Is it good, Emily? Is she getting you off?"
"Yeah, she's good. Inexperienced, clumsy, but good. Mmm-m-m-m. And getting better. I wish she'd bite 'em a little. Then I'd really get... OH! Oh, yes, honey! Just hold my nipple between your teeth like that and whip the end of it with your tongue. Oh-h-h-h, too much! Shit, I'm right on the verge of coming! Can you imagine, Phil? Wonderful mouth on this sexy girl. What things we'll teach her. Feel how hot you're getting me, Joyce?" Joyce's hand was taken in that of the lesbian and guided into a pair of very tight bikini panties. It was all hairy there. The hair extended well up above the taut elastic waistband of the well-packed panties, and it grew densely thicker as Joyce's hand went deeper inside the flimsy little nylon garment that had so much packed into it. There were big cuntlips there, quite in proportion to the cushiony lips of Emily's mouth, and those cuntlips were all slippery wet with the juices of sex. Joyce could smell it everywhere now through her flaring nostrils as she continued to madly suck and mouth at Emily's nipples. She was biting them too, just as her lesbian lover wanted her to do, and now a new thrill coursed through her when she closed her fingers on Emily's clit, and made the lesbian come.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, shit!" Emily exploded, her big body quivering and undulating everywhere now as the trigger was touched and the bomb in her that had been ticking ever faster went off. "Oh, God, rub it hard and kiss it," Emily panted, moving her body in a way that could drive Joyce mad. "Get rid of these fucking panties so you can kiss my hot cunt like a big girl, like a woman," she muttered, and Joyce's hand was rasped by the cloth as it was ripped down from the lesbian's loins.
Chapter Nine
Joyce fell heavily to her knees, in her haste to bare Emily's cunt. She was frantic to get the little white garment completely off of Miss Beresford's body. The big brunette's hips were so wide and sweeping that the nylon of her panties was stretched just as far as it would go. Joyce's short fingernails scratched the creamy flesh of Emily's voluptuously big thighs as she dragged down at the panties. She was almost whimpering in her frustration to get those panties off, while above her head her two lovers made good-natured fun of her haste, her need.
"She just can't wait to get at my cunt, Phil."
"She's bisexual. I could tell that the first time I saw her."
"She's a pervert, like us. Get 'em off, honey," said Emily, and she rested her hand on Joyce's head to steady herself while she daintily stepped out of a clinging leg hole of her panties. "Get 'em oft and come be a lesbian with me."
"If you want to be a lesbian," said Dr. Morgan, and that gave Joyce reason to pause.
Before her lay a woman's cunt. That cunt was all wet and pink and swollen, and it had been Joyce who had caused that condition. She'd rubbed her twat against it, stuck her fingers in it, and she'd kissed the lesbian with all the sexual passion in her soul. But kissing that cunt was another sort of thing.
Was it like dope? Would one kiss turn her into a raging lesbian? Already she admitted to herself that she liked the touch of a big tit against her mouth. Would it be the same thing with a cunt? How would she fare in the medical profession as a homosexual female doctor? How could she think about anything but the erotic loveliness there before her gazed eyes? She placed her palms on the smooth, warm, moist thighs of the patiently waiting lesbian. Her thumbs trembled over the tendrils of dark hair at the edges of that big patch of black. Her lips were very dry, and she licked them nervously as she leaned closer. Behind her there was a finger tickling down through the crack of her ass toward her tingling cunt. The lesbian's cunt was obviously tingling too, for now Emily Beresford reached down and scratched at it with the fingers of both her hands. Those fingers rubbed the dewy lips, then parted them wide. Joyce gasped as she saw the size and length of the clitoris before her eyes. Suddenly her mouth was watering, and she leaned forward and placed her mouth hard on the hairy mouth that awaited her.
"Ah-h-h-h," Emily murmured, and patted Joyce on the head, ruffled her hair, and snuggled her hot cunt closer to her sucking mouth.
It was a delicious thing Joyce was sucking on. The texture and the heat of it added greatly to the succulent flavor. This was cunt she was sucking, and she loved it. Already it was getting her chin and cheeks all wet with its slick moisture, It was filling her nostrils and her brain, driving her to slip her hands about the big soft thighs and pull the cunt closer against her sucking lips and licking tongue. No teasing for her. She fastened onto the woman's clit right away, and she sucked it and licked it without letup until the big body she was embracing was once again shuddering and quaking with orgasmic delight
"Suck cunt, Joycie," said Dr. Morgan, pushing at her head with one hand, probing for her cunt with the other.
She needed no one to urge her on to cunt sucking, for already she was as addicted to it as she'd worried that she might be. She did need that finger in her cunt, for its itch was badly in need of a scratching by then, and getting more so by the moment. It was the cunt she was sucking that made her cunt itch so. The lesbian's cunt was coming, and that made her own cunt want the same thing. The cunt was twitching and contracting against her mouth, and exuding more and more of the rich sweet juices for her to lap up and swallow. It was rippling and undulating with the waves of pleasure ripping through it, making the wet hair tickle hotly over Joyce's face as she knelt there sucking on it. The clit was even bigger now.
It was like sucking off a miniature cock. Even though ft was somewhat elusive because of the orgasmic contortions taking place in the owner of the clit, Joyce stayed right with it. Once she had that slippery little supersensitive bit of flesh in her mouth, she didn't want to let go of it.
Joyce's hands were clutching deep in the soft flesh of Emily's gyrating asscheeks. Emily was holding onto her head with both hands and fucking her in the face with her cunt. Phil was diddling Joyce's twat with his finger and pinching her little round buttocks. Joyce could feel it all, and she could look up and see the beautiful face of her lesbian lover, contorted with her ecstasy, an ecstasy that Joyce was delivering to her. The beautiful soft lips were drawn back in a delightful grimace, the thick-lashed eyes were closed in her bliss, and the pale complexion of her features was suffused with rosy hues as Joyce sucked orgasm after orgasm out of her cunt. Emily's wonderfully big tits were jiggling softly with her throes of joy. Her belly was palpitating with her quickened breathing. Joyce's inexperienced but eager mouth was turning the lesbian into an even more beautiful vision of feminine loveliness by making her come.
"Ahh-h-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h!" Emily murmured, sighing, and holding Joyce's head more firmly still as her cunt bumped hard against the young doctor's mouth.
"Ooooo, baby," she said, and tried to draw Joyce to her feet. "Yes, you've got me good and hot now. You've got me in the mood for some cunt lapping. Come up here and give us a kiss, and then let's get down to it."
Joyce was pulled to her feet. Panting, face dripping, eyes glazed, she was pulled to the upright position by the man and the woman and crushed to the woman's big tits. Her mouth was captured again by that of the lesbian, and now her kiss in return was every bit as hot and searching as it had been on her cunt. Behind her, Phil was fucking her. His prick wasn't all the way in her cunt, but it was sliding through the slot between her legs and kissing her clit, and by then Joyce felt as if her entire crotch was all cunt. The big knob of his cock was softly rubbing over her wide-open cunt, itching it where she needed it the most there, then going on to stab at her clit. She wanted to reach down and direct its course up a little bit, so it would enter her body and stay there in its slow pistoning. But she couldn't bring herself to take her arms from around Emily's neck.
At last, it was Phil who separated them. He had great strength, and that strength was necessary to wrench Joyce's arms from Emily's neck and spin her about. She faced him breathless, close to swooning, and he scooped her up in his arms, took two long strides across the room, and flopped her down on the bed.
Immediately he was eating her cunt. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, arching and squirming on the bed. "Eat my cunt! Gawd, I didn't know how bad I needed it! Eat it, oh-h-h-h, EAT IT!" she cried, kicking her legs up in the air and grabbing him by the hair to jam his big, hard mouth against her gushing, exploding twat.
His tongue was moving like a cock in it. It was pushing in and out of her hole, then swiping up to lap her clit while his lips sucked on it. His thumb was working in her asshole, driving her on to further frenzied contortions and feverish delights. Her head was whipping back and forth, until the open thighs of Emily loomed over her face. She took a deep, gasping breath of the fetid air of the bedroom just before Emily's beautiful big cunt was lowered onto her face.
She helped it. She reached up and grabbed hold of those luscious big hips and pulled down hard. The big pink cunt settled wetly on her face. She was already sucking and tonguing before Emily had made herself comfortable there. The slippery flesh squirmed over her face in a delightfully sexy way before she felt Emily arch backward to present her clit directly to Joyce's seeking mouth.
"Mmmmpph! M-M-M-MPHH-H-H-H!" Joyce's outcries of ecstasy were muffled by the cuntflesh, but they rang loud in her ears as Phil ate her out and she ate out Emily. She was the filling of a cunnilingus sandwich that was coming at both ends. Emily's weight on her face was such that she couldn't thrash about as she otherwise might have, and this seemed to intensify the pleasure of her orgasms. And Phil was holding her so firmly that her hips weren't bucking and her cunt remained centered exactly under his sucking mouth. Never in her life had she been the object of such a direct sexual attack, and never had the bull's eye of that attack been hit more directly.
Her orgasms soared on and on. Pleasure turned to joy, joy to ecstasy, and ecstasy to something akin to pain. Her pussy felt as if it were being turned inside out, and her brain had definitely turned to jelly. She was still able to suck and able to come, but her hands were only feebly holding onto Emily's legs now as the orgasming woman squatted over her upturned face. The ecstasy had indeed turned into pain, but there was still enough of the pleasure left for young Joyce to go on sucking and pushing her cunt up to be sucked until at last she fell into a sort of a swoon.
Joyce awoke seconds later, feeling very light and cool, with pure sweet air rushing into her lungs. Her pussy, still swollen and sopping, was throbbing softly. She wanted nothing more than to drop into a deep, peaceful sleep, though there was something poking at her between her legs.
"Go 'way for a while. Lemme sleep for a while," she murmured, eyes barely open. Emily Beresford was lying beside her on the bed. She was on her side, like one of those unbelievably voluptuous Goya nudes, with a leering smile on her face. Her big tits lolled heavily, down from her chest as she lay there with her head propped up on one crooked arm, gazing disdainfully at the little blonde who had already succumbed to the lure of sexual excess.
Dr. Phil Morgan was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He had his big cock in his hand, guiding it against Joyce's already overused twat. She lay with her little asscheeks right on the edge of the bed and her legs hanging over the side. She struggled to try to sit upright and fend him off, but then with one big shove of his hips, he'd plunged his cock up inside her.
"AGGGGH!" She uttered a hoarse scream, for his pubic bone hit hers with resounding force.
"Oh, be quiet, you little twit," said Emily, and gave her a painfully hard tweak on her nipple. That pain was immediately lost in an avalanche of other feelings as the doctor grasped her by the hips and began to sock his big dick in her to the hilt.
He fucked her without let-up, and under such an attack Joyce's body had no other course but to respond. Her legs went up in the air, helped by his hands. He hooked them over his shoulders and grinned malevolently down at her as he dug in with his toes and his knees and shoved that big cock in her time and again, for all he was worth. As wet and soft as she was from the cunt-kissing she'd enjoyed, it was still a tight fit. That didn't seem to bother him, however. With a good hold on her hips and with a good anchor on the floor, he was fucking her just as he liked to, holding nothing back. Emily was still pinching and pulling at her titties, but now it didn't hurt. From a few moments before, when she'd been utterly exhausted from too much sex, Joyce had quickly risen from the sexual dead, and was throwing her hips up to him with every ounce of strength in her body.
Her hands clutched at the edge of the mattress and her heels drummed at his back, sending her hips along to meet each of his deeply satisfying stabs until she was panting and seeing stars and coming hard again. The tightness was wonderful, the friction so stark that it was adding to the heat in her twat. Her lips were all stretched out around the gristly muscle of his glistening cock while his heavy balls slapped wetly against her asshole and his big cockhead beat out a steady tattoo on her cervix.
"Give her a good fucking, Phil," said Emily, utterly relaxed and smiling, while beside her Joyce writhed and heaved and sweated. "Fuck her black and blue, just like she likes it, and then I'll take over with my pecker."
Joyce was sure she hadn't heard Emily correctly, but just then she didn't care what she heard. Her only sensitivity was in her cunt, and that was getting such a pounding that nothing else in the world mattered at all. Her twat juices were positively foaming up out of it as Dr. Morgan churned his cock in her. Their heavy scent permeated the room, mingled with the smells of sweat and the rutting male animal. He was snarling like a beast as he drove on to his climax, and Joyce was somehow giggling hysterically, all else forgotten as she was at last getting the fucking she'd longed for. The cunt sucking had only been a prelude for this. A cock in her body, that was what she needed, and that was exactly what she was getting. Soon it would be over, ended with Phil's big burst of Come. She could sense that coming from the more forceful poundings of his balls against her asshole, and she was ready for it. Soon she'd be able to sleep the sleep of the dead, but now she had to have his come.
"Give it to me, you big bastard," she panted, reaching out to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. "Fuck the lying shit out of me, and give your goddamned come to me Now! Now, damnit, NOW!"
"GOD.. . DAMN... RIGHT!!!" he exploded, just as his cock and balls exploded in her cunt.
Oh-h-h-h-h, SHIT!" she cried in response as the heavy jetting of his sperm triggered yet another big bang in her womb. She felt it from her toes to the roots of her hair as he surged and surged in her cunt, driving harder than ever, spewing richness and life into her gasping, heaving, sweating body until at last there was nothing left in him and he sighed and rolled over. His cock slipped wetly from her cunt, popped right out of it, and Joyce sighed and flattened on the bed, entirely spent and sated.
Joyce dozed again, but not long enough. She awakened in a foggy daze. Something cold and wet was being held to her lips, and something warm and moist was between her legs. She drank thirstily while Dr. Morgan held her head, even though the first sip of it told her it was strong liquor over ice. Now she could focus on Emily Beresford, still as nude as she and the doctor, gently washing her crotch with a cloth.
"Passed out, did you?" said the doctor. "What's the matter? Can't take a little sex?"
"You call that . . . a little sex?" Emily laughed and said, "Oh, that was just a warm-up? We like our sex around here, and you're going to like it too."
"I do like sex," said Joyce, "but I believe in a little moderation, too. Right now I believe in a long nap."
"Plenty of time for sleeping later," said the doctor. "We feel like a little more fucking now, and before long you'll feel that way too."
"I doubt that," she said, and there was conviction in her words. She'd had so much that her pussy was sore. And she doubted if the doctor could go on, for his cock lay limply across his thigh as he held the glass to Joyce's kiss-bruised lips once again.
As he helped her to the liquor that she didn't really want, he said, "Emily and I live very respectable lives here in Roseville. At least that's the case insofar as the townspeople are concerned. I'm a respected and respectable physician in their eyes, and also a businessman working on a very large deal for a clinic here. Emily is known as a very beautiful but very respectable woman. All the men in town think she's frigid, and that's just what we want them to think. Sex and the medical business world just don't mix.
"If Will Austen knew what we do here after hours," said Emily, "we wouldn't have a chance at getting that clinic. Ever since his wife ran off with a bartender, he's been the town's leading prude."
"But that doesn't stop us from using his money," the doctor said as he poured another sip of liquor into Joyce's mouth.
"And it sure doesn't stop us from enjoying whatever sex life we can manage here," said his receptionist, and planted a large, wet kiss on Joyce's pussy. "You have a gorgeous little cunt," she said. "It's just what we needed to liven things up around here. Frankly, Phil was beginning to bore me. There's nothing like a little new blood to get the old juices flowing again. Joyce, I'm so glad you like to fuck," she said, with her soft cheek resting on the young woman's thigh, with her soft lips nuzzling and nibbling at her tender cuntlips.
"Please don't," said Joyce. "I've just got to rest for a while and think things out."
"Put your brain to rest and let your pussy do your thinking for you," said the big brunette, flicking her tongue tip out to brush over Joyce's clitoris.
"It's sore," Joyce said, and tried to cover it with her hand.
Dr. Morgan pulled her hand away and guided it to his prick, all soft and warm and half-asleep. "It just needs exercise," he said. "That'll make it feel all better."
"All I want is to sleep for a while," she protested.
"Doctor knows best," said Emily, and she lifted her lovely face from between Joyce's legs to smile and wink at her.
Chapter Ten
"Take your medicine," said Dr. Morgan, and tilted the glass to Joyce's lips.
She drank again, and said, "I'd rather take a shower."
"You can do that later," he said.
Again she protested, and now Emily took her part, saying, "A shower is just what she needs. Our rape game is over with, and a shower might get our little blonde dollie out of that mood and ready for something else. Go take your shower, Joyce. I slipped out today arid got you some things. They're in the bathroom. Take your time, and come back all refreshed and ready for a little refined loving."
"And take another drink with you," said the doctor. "That will relax you. Even after all this fucking and sucking, you look as nervous as a bride on her wedding night." He exchanged a wink and a grin with Emily Beresford, and he said, "But perhaps that's as it should be."
Joyce had to be helped up from the bed by the two people who had nearly buried her in an avalanche of sex. They assisted her to the bathroom and left her there with a large brandy over ice. The moment she was alone, she leaned back against the closed door and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She had done it again, she had let them gang up on her and overwhelm her and made her give in to their oversexed desires. Now, however, it was over with and she was alone. With the bathroom door locked, she could wash away the dried sweat and sex juices from her body and she could wash the crazy sex impulses from her head.
And those sex impulses were indeed crazy. Homosexual sex, sodomy, troilism, these things were perversions that simply were not part of her makeup. Using vile language, performing fellatio and cunnilingus, engaging in sex with practically total strangers, these things must stop or she would turn into the same kind of sexual animal those two in the next room were. They were brutes, not humans. Their sex was carnal, not loving. She had to get away from their lustful influence, and the first step toward that was the step she took toward the shower.
Joyce washed herself long and thoroughly, lathering herself liberally with the scented soap that had been placed in the dish. She thought of nothing but cleansing herself, and thus regained the feeling of calmness and self-confidence that had been taken from her so unexpectedly when she'd entered the bedroom. Emerging, she half expected to find them waiting to pounce on her from behind the shower door, but she was still quite alone, and that was a relief to her. Her only companions in the room were the glass of brandy and a pair of ribbon-wrapped boxes that had been left on the tank of the toilet. She drank some of the brandy as she toweled herself dry, and she looked with disdain at the boxes. They were obviously gifts from Emily Beresford, and she needed no presents from a lesbian, no matter how beautiful that lesbian happened to be.
Joyce continued to sip at the brandy while she brushed out her wet hair before the mirror. Her face looked remarkably unchanged, despite the perverted sex she'd been subjected to. Her breasts looked larger. They were swollen and just a little sore from the mauling they'd taken. She grinned ruefully, thinking that they'd have to take a great deal more mauling than that to ever be swollen to the size of Emily Beresford's tits. She wondered how such a beautiful, ultra-feminine woman had ever become attracted to her own sex. She could almost forgive herself for succumbing to the lesbian's advances in the heat of passion, but Emily's case was far different. Here was a woman who actively sought out the embrace of a person of her own gender, and that was something Joyce could never do. As for Dr. Morgan, he was simply a highly oversexed male who would be far better off in a big city than in Roseville. In a big city he could indulge his sexual appetites indiscriminately. Here in Roseville, isolated with the oversexed lesbian, his sex life was very badly distorted. Joyce Carruthers was the only truly normal person of the three of them, and in the future she would have to exert that normalcy despite the advances of the people she was working with. Be calm, be aloof, and turn aside their sexual attacks on her with patience. If they raped her again, she would just remain serenely unmoving through the attack. She would use mind over matter, and ignore them. Passive resistance, that was the thing to beat them. They'd soon grow tired of pawing and poking at a body that was entirely unmoving and unresponsive. It was the only course. open to her, short of carrying out her threat to report Dr. Morgan to the A.M.A., and Joyce felt certain she could successfully carry it off.
She found a hair drier in the drawer by the sink, and used it to blow warm air around her head while she fluffed out her hair. She proceeded at a leisurely pace, sipping the brandy, growing ever more confident that by the time she emerged from the bathroom Phil and Emily would be asleep.
"Put a satyr and a nymphomaniac bisexual together and they're bound to fuck themselves to sleep," she said with a giggle to her mirror.
The young intern finished the last of the brandy and prepared herself to make a quiet reappearance. Her hair was dry and fluffy, and her body was clean again, though a little sore. She found some cold cream in the medicine cabinet, and a little of that made her nipples and her cuntlips feel less chafed. Not that anyone would be permitted to touch her again that night in either place, but she did feel more comfortable when she'd rubbed the soothing cream in. There was a small bruise visible on her lip, which she covered with some lipstick from the drawer. Now she was all ready to face them with dignity and calmness-except that she hadn't any clothes to wear.
A towel would cover her nudity, but it certainly wouldn't do anything for her dignity. She looked around in the bathroom drawers for something she might put on, but there wasn't an article of clothing in sight. There were those two boxes Emily had left, however. The one on the bottom was flat, like the kind blouses come in, while the other was small and square. Joyce sipped the last of the brandy while she considered opening a gift from a lesbian, no matter what had gone on between them in the past. If she was wise, she'd somehow bed down in the bathroom that night, but by then her stomach was growling for something to eat. It didn't care what her pussy had been fed so far and what might await it beyond the bathroom door. And the disgusting things her tongue had eaten that evening had not appeased the hunger of her stomach. At last she shrugged and picked up the flat box to see if it might contain something she could wear.
What she found in the box was a beautiful white negligee. It was all lacy and frilly and diaphanous, of a kind that she would never in a million years purchase for herself. At first she thought it was ludicrous, a typically ridiculous gift from a lusting lesbian. But as she held it up in front of her before the mirror, she couldn't help but admire its feminine beauty. For all its lace and sheerness, it was rather modestly cut. It was obviously expensive, and probably carefully chosen. It would be a shame not to at least try it on.
The negligee fit her to perfection. It had a high, Princess waistline that was lightly elasticized and fit up under her breasts very becomingly. The neckline swooped down rather low in a vee and showed an appreciable amount of the swells of her little round tits, but it covered her nipples adequately unless she leaned too far forward. The bodice was pleated and made her breasts look a bit fuller than they actually were. It was just sheer enough to show the pinkness of her nipples through the pleated white nylon. It was sleeveless and very nearly backless. The negligee's skirt just brushed Joyce's bare toes. It was slit up the front to well above her knees and the edges of the slit were lace-trimmed, but they clung together nicely and only showed her dimpled knee when she walked or purposely bent her leg. All in all, it was truly a lovely garment. She looked quite chaste and maidenly in it, especially with her golden hair brushed out into shimmering waves about her demurely smiling face. The gauzy white nylon felt cool and smooth against, her skin, and she felt comfortable and relaxed in the negligee. She decided to wear it for her entry back into the apartment, and she also decided to open the other package.
This was French perfume in a crystal-stoppered jar. It was obviously as expensive as the negligee, and its scent was supremely exotic. It was too exotic and too expensive for a woman of Joyce's simple tastes, and she knew she shouldn't accept it. But she'd already opened the bottle and she'd already tacitly accepted the other gift from the lesbian, and so she began to dab the muskily sweet scent here and there about the warmest places on her body. At last, with the sweet perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and on her throat and on her loins, she squared her shoulders in the negligee and went to face Emily and Phil once again.
Darkness had fallen outside, and the apartment was dimly lit with candles. Though it was comfortably warm, Joyce felt as if she were in a haunted house as she went carefully forward with the folds of her skirt held together at her thighs. The rich aroma of well-prepared food drew her onward despite what fears were creeping up her spine. She moved cautiously, feeling as if she were being lured into a trap, with the low rumblings of her stomach and the watering of her mouth drawing her on.
There was a low, circular table in the little living room of the apartment and it was here that the candles were burning. Three of them stood whitely in a silver candelabrum, illumining an array of fresh fruit, cheeses, and stemmed champagne glasses set out on a gleaming-white linen tablecloth. There by the light of the flickering candles Joyce saw Dr. Morgan and his receptionist seated in a love seat, holding hands and smiling warmly at her. Dr. Morgan was wearing-of all things-a tuxedo, complete with black tie, and Emily was attired with equal regality.
The buxom brunette had on a white blouse that had full billowing sleeves and a mannish collar. A silver chain was around her waist, and she was. wearing a floor-length skirt of black velvet that was slit up the front to show her gleaming nyloned knees and her black patent leather high-heeled pumps. Her hair was piled high on her head and rhinestone earrings dangled From her ears and silver bracelets jangled from her wrists as she rose to greet Joyce. Her face was heavily but perfectly made up, and the candlelight effectively softened any masculine lines in it. When she came close to kiss Joyce's cheek in a sisterly fashion, her perfume blended smoothly with the scent Joyce was wearing.
Joyce's hand encountered the confined softness of Emily's breast as she pushed away from the woman. She wanted food, not sex or even affection. A flashbulb went off, dazzling her. Many-hued lights flared before her eyes and she teetered back on her heels while they commented around her.
"She looked so beautiful in that gown that I had to get a picture of her, Miss Beresford."
"Do take some more, Philip, while you re serving us dinner. Come, Joyce. Sit down, dear. You must be as famished as I am."
The light from the flashbulb had temporarily taken away Joyce's equilibrium. She had to lean on the lesbian's arm for support. Dr. Morgan spoke her name, she looked up, and another rocket burst of white light struck her, completely blinding her.
"I don't want pictures of me like this," she said crossly.
"Of course you don't," said Emily at her side. "Philip, put that camera away and open the champagne."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, in subservient tones.
Joyce was helped into a chair, completely confused. The light from the candles was vague before her widely blinking eyes. She felt Emily Beresford sitting beside her, and she edged away from her. The big woman did not follow her, but she did clasp her hand and intertwine their fingers. Joyce pulled her hand away and said, "I just want a bite to eat, and then I'm going to bed."
"Of course, dear," said the woman at her side, patting her leg affectionately. "My butler, Philip, will serve us dinner, and then it's off to bed for you.
It was another of their games. She wasn't dreaming this. Those two, Philip Morgan and Emily Beresford, had withdrawn themselves and their hypersexuality from the rest of the town for so long that they now engaged in any number of fantasies. Their after-hours lives were a series of play-acting, and now Joyce was a part of it. They were undoubtedly psychotic. Now that she understood them, it was a tremendous opportunity for Joyce to observe psychosis in action. They couldn't harm her. They'd already done that. Understanding them, she could move cautiously about the edges of their current real-life fantasy and learn a great deal about the warped human mind. Her rationality and her calmness were her defenses while she explored the behavior patterns and the motives of the male and female sexual degenerates. It was a fascinating opportunity for her, almost as fascinating as the food on the table and the aromas of more wafting in from the kitchen.
As a champagne glass was filled for her on the table, she saw that Dr. Morgan had completely entered into the role of butler. He had that somber, completely impersonal expression of the servant on his handsome face as he poured the sparkling wine. She wasn't quite sure what role Emily had taken other than mistress of the household, but that would surely develop in time.
The food was delicious, the wine refreshing. Dr. Morgan took a few more flash pictures of them as they nibbled and sipped by candlelight, two sophisticated ladies enjoying a late supper presented to them by a manservant. He said nothing beyond the words of the servant. Emily led the way into a lively conversation on a variety of subjects. Cautiously relaxed, Joyce could make the woman laugh easily with her witty remarks. Joyce still had no true knowledge of the motives of the pair or the complete role Emily was playing, but she was relaxed with the food and wine and confident this knowledge would come.
Emily slipped her arm about Joyce's shoulders and said, "Did you enjoy dinner, dear?"
"Dinner? It was more of a feast than a dinner." "Yes." Emily's large eyes, aglow with candlelight, gazed deeply into Joyce's. "A feast. A nuptial feast for your wedding night, my dear."
Chapter Eleven
Joyce threw back her head and laughed. "That's hilarious! The bride of the lesbian! Is that what I'm supposed to be?" Emily laughed with her. "Something like that," she said, and drew Joyce closer, kissing her on the lips.
There was no real passion in the kiss. Compared to what had gone on between them before, it was an entirely chaste kiss. Joyce was determined to explore this odd and amusing fantasy further, until another flashbulb went off from across the table.
She could see the picture it would produce. The cute little blonde physician, clad in the white negligee of the bride, embracing mouth to mouth with the buxomly beautiful and powerful woman.
It was a picture for a case-history book-except that she was that little blonde participant in the sex fantasy, and such a picture could ruin her career. She took her lips from the lesbian's and looked coldly across the table to where Dr. Morgan was seated. She held out her hand and said, "Give me that camera. I won't have you taking any more pictures of me involved in any of your farces.
"Yes, ma'am," said the doctor, still playing his butler's role to the hilt, and handed over the camera.
"There's no film in it, dear," Emily assured her, patting her bare shoulder and smiling at Joyce's distrustful scowl..
Joyce opened the camera, found it was indeed empty. Only slightly chagrined, she set it back on the table, whereupon the play-acting butler picked it up and fitted another flashbulb into it. He was just in time for another kiss between the little blonde in the arms of the big brunette across the table from him. Joyce entered into this kiss more deeply, more securely. It was her way of apologizing to tie fantasizing woman for thinking the pictures might be used to incriminate her as an accomplice in their illicit sex. It was pleasant to be kissed by Emily Beresford. Joyce was all relaxed from the wine and the food, and Emily's lips and tongue were relaxed and warm. They tasted good on Joyce's. She let the kiss linger, allowed Emily's hand to rove up her bare leg inside the gauzy nylon of her negligee, until their silent butler had flashed two more bulbs. Then she politely pushed away from the affectionately embracing woman.
"How long have you two been fantasizing like this?" she asked.
"Whatever do you mean, darling?"
"The rape scene. This bridal scene. How long has it been going on, and who else have you involved in your fantasies?"
"This is reality, Joyce," said Emily with convincing sincerity. "You are my bride tonight, for as long as you stay with me.
Joyce shook her head, smiling, looking down at the jeweled hand that moved in a circle over her stomach and went on to lightly fondle her breasts. "Oh, no. I'm just a bystander. An observer. And this is all a fantasy."
"The love is real. The sensations are real. Feel those things," said the dazzling, soft-spoken brunette. "Feel them."
The scent of their perfume was very real. The residual taste of the food was there, and the feeling of mild inebriation. That hand roving over her body was real, delivering a perverted sort of love. And the warmly tingling sensations were real, for Joyce had already been shown she could respond to the touch of a stranger, even a woman. She volunteered a kiss of her own to test it all. Emily's mouth was like a exotic tropical flower, eagerly delivering nectar to a hungrily sucking bee. Joyce's senses once again rose in a dizzying spiral, and once again she was brought back to earth by the flash of the camera.
She smiled up at the looming, beautiful face and said, "I'm going to bed. By myself"
"Soon," said the lesbian. "But first, enjoy. Feel my breasts. Play with them while I play with yours. And don't tell me you don't enjoy it."
"Soft and warm," Joyce said as her hand moved over the huge, white-covered mound closest to her.
"And exciting."
"In a wicked, perverse sort of way, I suppose."
"Even more exciting with less clothing. No?" said Emily, challenge in her smile, hand inside Joyce's bodice now to softly toy with a nipple.
That nipple was not fully responding, much to Joyce's satisfaction.
A soft tweak of her nipple, and the hand was drawn away. Emily leaned back and began to open her blouse, and Joyce met the challenge in the lesbian's eyes with a confident, defiant smile. Her breathing was under control, she felt relaxed and could study this with objectivity. Big, big breasts, confined in a sheer black brassiere. Creamy white skin that lured the touching hand. Another soft kiss, warmer now with the proximity of the bared flesh of Emily's torso, and Joyce was still in control of herself as the lesbian leaned back, smiled, stood up to remove her skirt.
"Do you like what you see? Do you like your lesbian bridegroom?"
"You are a very beautiful woman. Yes, I like to look at you. But as for your being my lesbian bridegroom-no, that's quite impossible. For obvious reasons.
"Nothing here. Is that it?" the standing woman said, and moved her hand slowly over the big, black-covered mound of her loins. "You think I have nothing to consummate the marriage with. Is that it?"
"Among other things. Do you wish you had a cock there where your hand is? Do you have a great deal of penis-envy?"
"Darling, I wish for nothing now that I have you."
The big woman in black glided gracefully down beside Joyce again. She slipped her arms about her, kissed her, and Joyce's hands touched the soft white flesh, the hard black fabric. This was sensuality at its utmost.
Joyce reached around her and unhooked the black brassiere. Her hand was back in time to catch the lovely big breast as it fell out of its confinement. It spilled out over the sides of Joyce's little hand as she hefted it and squeezed it and lifted it to her mouth. The nipple was as hard as hers but much bigger. She made Emily purr and stroke her head by sucking so sweetly on it. The camera flashed, then flashed again when Joyce had turned her pretty face to smile at it with her cheek clasped against that erotic loveliness she'd been sucking on. Another bulb and yet another Was exploded while Joyce softly tweaked and pulled the kiss-wet nipple and languorously tangled tongues with the smiling, heavy-lidded Emily Beresford.
"Feeling nice?" Joyce murmured.
"Glorious."
"You like to have your titty sucked?"
"By you. Only by you, Joyce."
"Yes, your bride," Joyce said, and softly laughed through her warm kisses on the perfumed flesh.
Emily smiled and slipped the shoulder strap of Joyce's negligee, freeing a breast for the soft cup of her hand. "Do you like it when I kiss your breasts, darling?"
"Yes," said Joyce, looking down at the lacquer-Upped hand in control of her tit. And with equal frankness, she said, "I like it even better than I like kissing your titties, Emily."
Joyce softly hued Emily's dark curls to her bosom as the woman sucked and licked her nipple. She knew just how hard to do it, just how long, and her mouth was so very soft. The flashbulb went off again arid Joyce turned to smile in languid ecstasy at their photographer. He was out of operation for the moment, busy putting a new roll of film in the camera. There was something that wasn't right about that, but just then Joyce couldn't think of what it was. She looked back at him from time to time as he loaded his camera, and when he'd focused on her again, she lowered her head and placed a reverently affectionate kiss on top of the head that was at her breasts.
"You're getting me wonderfully excited. I just love it," she murmured, and kissed her again, tousled the silky black curls.
Emily nodded, and went on softly sucking.
"My pussy's just sopping wet, Emily."
"Oh?" said the lovely, exciting woman, and resumed her slick mouthings of Joyce's strongly throbbing nipple.
"Just feel how wet I am," said Joyce, and pulled up her rumpled negligee, and parted her legs.
She had to take one of Emily's hands from her breast and guide it to her loins. For once the lesbian seemed more than content with her breasts, and nothing more. But when that hand was properly placed between Joyce's nicely spread legs, its fingers showed the lesbian hadn't lost her interest in cunt.
Joyce sighed and settled lower on the love seat, smiling dreamily at their photographer, nestling her lesbian lover's head to her tit and undulating her hips to push her pussy against her fingers. She had two fingers inside her cunt and the ball of her thumb against her clit, provoking heavenly sensations. Joyce hugged her and kissed her head, and was able to softly massage one of her big tits.
"Going to eat me soon, lover?" she murmured. "Going to put your mouth where your hand is, Emily?" To Joyce's mild surprise, Emily gently shook her head. She said, "I'd like it a lot if you did. I love to have you kiss my pussy, Emily. And I. . . I love to kiss yours. I'll kiss you there, darling. I'll kiss your pretty cunt if you'll kiss mine. I'll make you come, I promise you that. I'll make you come and come and come, Emily. Sixty-nine. Well have Philip take pictures of us licking each other's cunts, kissing 'em, sucking 'em and making each other come. Come on, Emily. I'm so ready for it, and I just know you are too. Gawd, I can smell you but I can't even reach you. I wish my tongue was a yard long. I'd tickle your big twat with it once, and you'd be down on the floor, doing lickety-split and driving me crazy. Come on, honey. Let's lick cunts. Come on, darling. Let's do it. That's what it's all about with us gals, isn't it?" There was a whining note in Joyce's voice but she couldn't help that and she didn't care. What she cared about was further excitement, more orgasms. She'd been coming all along, but those had been minor orgasms, preludes to the big explosions she'd known with Emily in the past. She had to have that again, and she had to bury her face in hot wet cunt again. But still Emily sucked on at her titties, until at last in her impatience Joyce had to squirm away from her. She had to pop her beautifully swollen and tingling nipple out of the sucking lips and draw her lover up to face her. With her hands on Emily's soft, warm cheeks, with her sex-glazed eyes smoldering deeply into Emily's, she sweetly but firmly said, "Darling, I want you to suck my cunt, right now, and I want to suck yours. Do you understand that?" Emily nodded, smiling, and said, "I understand, but this isn't the night for that. We did that before, and we'll do it again, many times. But tonight is our wedding night, and we're going to do something even better than sucking cunt."
Joyce frowned, and said, "Y-You were serious about the wedding thing?"
"Of course. Why else would we have the champagne dinner and the photographer?" said Emily, continuing with her fingers on Joyce's clit, making it ever so difficult for the impassioned little blonde to think. "You've had a wedding night of sorts with Phil, and now it's lime to have one with me," she continued, so beautiful by candlelight, so excitingly close, so sure of herself now in Joyce's time of confusion.
"But," said Joyce, between the soft kisses being placed on the corners of her mouth, "but what could be better than our sucking cunts?"
"This," said Emily, and as if by magic she produced a long pale rod, and placed it in Joyce's lap.
She picked it up. Her hands were trembling as she turned it over and looked at it, and felt its smooth plastic surface. It was about an inch in diameter and almost a yard long. Its ends were rounded. It was firm but flexible, and could be easily bent. Joyce's mouth went dry as she looked at it and she could feel her heart fluttering and thumping in her chest. She shook her head slightly but she couldn't take her eyes from it as she said, "I think I know what this is,... and I don't want to have anything to do with it."
"It's a nice thing," said Emily, and slid it smoothly from Joyce's quaking hands.
There was confident smile on the face of the beautiful bride. As she slipped off her bra and worked her tight black panties down over her wide, sweeping hips. That huge patch of dark hair-appeared, and Joyce stared directly at it, breathing fast, and nervously fingering the plastic cock while another flashbulb went off somewhere at her side.
Emily sat down on the other end of the love seat with her back against the low arm and with her high-heeled shoes on the cushions, their toes pointed at Joyce, their heels two feet apart. Her crotch was quite open. Even in the dim candlelight Joyce could see the long pink slit through the tangle of dark hair between Emily's large white tapered thighs. Emily, still wearing that confident smile, leisurely parted the thick hair and the glistening lips and Joyce swallowed hard and blinked back moisture in her eyes when she saw the full extent of that woman's cunt.
There was the oversized clitoris that she'd been begging to kiss. There was the cunt hole that would gladly accept a man's cock or a woman's fingers or even the plastic device in her hands. There before her eyes was luscious sex, dripping with juices, filling the young intern's nostrils with a scent far more intoxicating than any French perfume. It was all framed in black garter straps and the black belt of her garter belt and the black welts of her gleaming hose.
A little whimpering sound came from Joyce's throat, and she said, "You're beautiful. It's beautiful. Let's suck cunts, Emily."
Emily reached out her hand and snapped her fingers, saying, "Hand me our toy, darling."
Joyce's hands closed tighter on it, and she said, "We don't need this thing. Just . . . just let me suck yours.. . for a start."
The jeweled fingers snapped again. Joyce bit her lip in frustration and handed the long white thing over to her. Emily's smile broadened as she rubbed one end of the thing up and down the big pink gash between her legs. It looked like an immense candle jutting up from the hairy base that was Emily's cunt. But then the length of it was diminished as Emily pushed the end inside her pussy, sighing and squirming her big hips on the cushions of the love seat.
She worked more and mare of it in and out of her cunt, smiling and licking her lips while Joyce watched unblinkingly. It seemed as if she got at least a foot of the thing inside her body. That end was all glistening wet as she moved it in and out, purring with pleasure. She'd formed it into a graceful curve with the unused end pointing upward, sliding it in and out of her cunt, moving her hips to meet its slow insertions.
"Does it . . . feel good?" Joyce said, in spite of herself.
Emily nodded gravely, and she bent, the unused end downward until it was pointing at Joyce's eyes.
"Oh, Jesus," Joyce muttered, and glanced at their photographer. "Don't take pictures of this, Philip," she said, and quickly tucked her negligee up about her waist and assumed a position on the love seat just like Emily's position, but facing her.
Joyce's bare feet were under Emily's thighs and Emily's feet were under Joyce's thighs. Both impassioned females had their knees bent and elevated. Their cunts were facing each other. Joyce reached out her trembling hand and Emily put her end of the thing in it.
"Get it nice and wet before you slip it in, dear," Emily instructed.
"Yes. Yes," Joyce said, breathing shallowly and fast as she ran the blunt end up and down through her quivering wet slit.
Another flashbulb popped just as she was putting it in her cunt. She hadn't lubricated it enough, and it stuck going in, but it fell just marvelous. She shifted her quaking asscheeks closer to Emily on the couch as she worked more and more of it into her hungry cunt. Right at her side was Dr. Morgan, wearing a tuxedo, his big prick sticking stiffly out of his pants, photographing her slack-jawed but concentrating face as she shoved the lesbian's dildo into her twat. She ignored him and his cock until she had her end of their toy in as far as it would go, and then she forgot about him completely.
The flexibility of the thing was wonderful. Between them they could bend it into a U while they leaned close to each other and tangled with their tongues. Their legs were all tangled up, too, with Joyce's naked limbs rustling and sliding over the larger nyloned legs of Emily. Leaning back again, constantly working their hips against the sweet internal pressure of the thing that was fucking hot of them at the same time, they grinned lewdly at each other.
"Feeling good, darling?" Emily drawled.
"Never better," said Joyce, constantly squirming on their two-way cock, constantly orgasming. "Never ever better."
"You look good, too," said her partner. "Your wedding night negligee is all rumpled and sweaty, but you look terrific in it. Sorry I broke that one shoulder strap, but it does show more of you. One beautiful little titty standing out staring at me, asking me to suck it again, and the other pushing out the sheer nylon with its pretty pink nipple. Your little blonde cunt all wet and hot, hair all plastered down with cunt juice, and our lovely Hg cock pushing in and out through your sucking cuntlips. Yes, my little bride, you look good."
"And your cunt;" said Joyce, in an ecstasy of sexual pleasure, "it's getting fucked, too. You have the biggest cunt in the world, Emily, and the most beautiful. All that hair. . . I've never seen anything like it. Your clit's just huge. I can see it so clearly, even in this light. God, how I want to bury my face there and suck on it, but shit; I can't stop fucking. And your tits, they're just gorgeous. The sexiest tits in the world. Big, God, they're big. Quivering and jiggling all over your chest. The nipples alone look as big as my whole tits."
Emily grinned and reached out, and pinched Joyce's nipple through the damp nylon. "Oh, Christ!" Joyce cried, and writhed more strongly on the love seat. "I'm coming all the time, and then each time you do something else I reach another peak. Can I.. . touch you like that?"
"Darling, you can do anything you want to."
"T-Tell me to do it, Emily. Make me play with your tits."
"I'll do better than that, if it's dominance you want," said Emily.
Her hand shot out and she grabbed Joyce by the hair. She jerked her forward and pushed her head down. She lifted one big breast and shoved it in
Joyce's open mouth, and wave after wave of almost unbearable orgasmic pleasure swept through the little blonde as she clung to the marshmallow soft flesh and sucked on the rigid nipple in her mouth. All bent over like that, the mixed scent of their musky cunts alone was enough to intoxicate her. Add to that the texture and taste of the nipple in her mouth, and cap it off with the stronger movements of the cock they shared as Emily's hips drove it harder into her. It was all so much that Joyce fell back in a half-swoon, struggling to stay awake so she wouldn't miss a moment of this perverse delight.
She felt a cock against her parted lips, all sticky and warm, and she heard Emily say, "Phil, quit that. She's mine for tonight. You promised."
Joyce opened her eyes and saw their butler was naked now, and just picking up the camera again. More important by far, Emily had hold of the shaft that joined their cunts and was moving it back and forth, fucking both of them simultaneously and smiling her encouragement at Joyce.
"Still feeling good?" she asked.
Joyce laughed. "Need you ask?"
"Want to feel better, darling?"
"God, I couldn't feel any better. But. . . but, yes. Yes-s-s."
Chapter Twelve
"Philip," said Emily, "fetch my dildo and the bottle of love lotion.
"Dildo," said Joyce, and reached down and touched the thing moving in and out of her cunt. "That's what you call these things. You have another one?"
"An even better one, just for you."
"It couldn't be any better than the one we're sharing. What's the love, lotion?"
"You'll find out, and you'll like it. But here, you play with this double-ended dildo while I get myself ready with the big one."
Their naked butler served it up on a silver platter. It was a huge thing, frighteningly so at first. It was black, with a curved sort of base plate fined with several straps and chrome buckles. The base of the dildo's shaft was as big around as Joyce's forearm, and it tapered down to a blunt point somewhat smaller than the thing that was in her at the time. It was about a foot long, and it had a bowed curve to it. The tapered end had a hole in it like the hole in the end of a real cock. It was fearfully big, but it looked quite in proportion to the rest of Joyce's lesbian lover as Emily picked it up and fondled it to her naked breasts.
Joyce watched fascinated, half eager and half afraid, unable to keep from working the long dildo in and out of her cunt as she lay back on the love seat. Her fascination grew as Emily held out her false cock and Philip carefully poured a thick liquid into a hole in its base plate. None of it ran out the hole in the head of the dildo.
"That's the . . love lotion?" Joyce asked, and Emily nodded. "What is it?" Joyce asked.
"It's something a physician friend of mine concocted," said Emily, and stood up, towering grandly over the little blonde on the couch. "As I said, you'll like it."
She capped the hole into which the lotion had been poured and handed the dildo over to Philip. Without, a command, he went to his knees and placed the base plate against Emily's hairy cunt.
"It's made of India rubber," said Emily. "It's made to make women happy.. at both ends of it. My end has a soft rubber cup that fits exactly over my clitoris. Every time I push forward with it," she said, demonstrating with an arching of her body, "I get a thrill. You can see what sort of pleasure can come from your end of it. At least you can see part of them. Philip, show my bride about the love lotion."
"Yes, ma'am," said their kneeling servant, and he finished buckling the main strap of the dildo, the one that went around Emily's big, powerful hips. Two more straps dangled down between he; stockinged legs as he grasped the big black dildo with both hands and worked it as though he were masturbating. The little blonde made a small gasp as a large droplet of the creamy lotion appeared at the end of the dildo. Philip dabbed it up with his fingers and touched it to Joyce's exposed nipple, then resumed his task of buckling the remaining straps about Emily's thighs.
Joyce looked down at her wetted nipple. It felt distinctly warmer, if that was possible, and it was all a tingle, as if a small army of ants was crawling over it. The very thought of her pussy feeling like that made Joyce moan and feel giddy with anticipation. She tried not to think of how outlandishly big it was, and how it would stretch her cunt. She stared at the thing jutting out from Emily's loins and reassured herself that it was quite in proportion to the rest of the body with which she'd known so much pleasure.
"You're going to get a fucking you won't soon forget," Emily told her.
"Yes. I-I know."
"I won't be taking it easy with you, Joyce."
The little blonde bit he; lip and nodded, still staring at the rubber prick.
"It will hurt you, dear, at least at first."
Joyce looked down at her nipple, still tingling warmly, and at her little cunt with the slim white shafting it.
"Are you sure you want to go through with it, dear?" said Emily.
Emily touched Joyce's head. The big dildo was right there before Joyce's eyes as their butler worked at the last buckle around Emily's thigh. Joyce looked up at the arrogantly beautiful face of the lesbian and said, "Tell him to hurry. I want it in me. Now."
Emily chuckled and patted her head. The butler said, "All right now, ma'am." He turned to get his camera, and a shudder racked Joyce's body as she withdrew the flexible dildo from her cunt. The big black one bobbed and danced before her heavy-lidded eyes as the strong hands of her lesbian lover rearranged her on the love seat. Flashbulbs flashed while Joyce's tensed asscheeks were placed on the edge of the cushions. Her shoulders and the back of her head were against the upright cushions of the little couch and her feet were on the floor, about a yard apart, as Emily kissed her and knelt between her legs.
"Hurry, now," Joyce said as Emily moved the bluntly tapered end of it up and down through her pulsing slit.
"We've got to get it nicely lubricated first. Don't want to hurt you too much this first time around."
"I'm wet as I can be already. And the love lotion will lubricate me even more. God, I can feel it already. My pussy's all tingling, burning. Shove it in, Emily. Just shove that thing in me!"
"Do you love me?" Emily asked as she touched the end of it to Joyce's seething hot cunt.
"Yes, I love you! I adore you! You and your beautiful big prick! Shove it in me! Fuck me! OH!!!" The butler caught it on film as Emily buried half her cock in Joyce's little cunt. The pain was sharp, for in an instant Joyce's cunt had been stretched out to twice its normal size. But the accompanying pleasure was so intense that Joyce threw her hips forward and got another inch of the wonderful big thing into her cunt before Emily drew back her hips. "Hurt you?" asked Emily, and brushed back the fallen curls from her forehead.
"Just the tiniest bit," Joyce lied. She reached out with both hands and grasped those powerful, garter belt-clad hips, and said, "Give me all of it! I want it all! OW-W-W-W!!!" There was no concealing the pain now, as the full twelve inches of rubber cock were plunged into her cunt without restraint. Emily's big hips surged forward until the black pubic hair was mingled with the gold. Her heavy tits swung forward as if to completely engulf the shrieking blonde. The lovely, grinning face loomed very close to Joyce's. The huge cock ripped into her all the way, churning her insides and splitting her cuntlips widely. She took every bit of that enormous false cock in one fast penetration, and then Emily began to fuck her just as she'd promised, without taking it easy at all.
The heady pleasure was there to see on Emily's face as she fucked Joyce without letup. It was a two-fold pleasure-that of the senses as the soft rubber vigorously massaged her big clit, and that of the perverted emotions as the big lesbian gloated over what she was doing to the little blonde neophyte. And those double pleasures were reflected on Joyce's twisted face as the big dildo and the love lotion it exuded did their job, and as she in turn drank in that look of twisted ecstasy on Emily's face.
Emily had firm hold of her by the hips and was plunging into her like a stallion. Her enormous pendant tits were swinging very fast and very heavily, until Joyce grasped their softness with both hands. She clawed them and pawed them to her heart's content, while down below her cunt was being stretched and swelled by the long, tapered cock, and her flesh was being anointed inside and out with the love lotion. It had already been thoroughly rubbed into the walls of her cunt, and now it was overflowing from that orifice to set her cuntlips and her inner thighs and her asshole to burning and itching with wonderful, unholy fire. The love seat was inching backward under the heavy thrusts of the sex-mad lesbian while flashbulbs dazzled the already dazzled young woman and orgasms came in rapid succession, each one greater than the last.
"Do you like it? Do you?" Emily said, gasping and panting, never letting up for a moment.
"I LOVE IT! LOVE TO BE FUCKED BY A LESBIAN! I LOVE YOU!" Joyce screamed, digging her heels into Emily's huge asscheeks, pulling her and her cock even harder into her sweating, chumming body.
"Are you coming?"
"YES, GOD YES, AND YOU ARE TOO! A-A-A-A-AGH! WONDERFUL!"
"God... damn... right I'm coming," Emily said through clenched teeth. "And we're both going to come more . . . more. . . MORE!" she said, fucking furiously.
She didn't let up as she mashed her mouth on Joyce's and injected her tongue deep into her throat. She slung the little blonde's arms about her neck and Joyce hugged her hard as they kissed and fucked with every ounce of strength in their bodies. Joyce's brows were knitted deeply as she concentrated hard on the delirious pleasure ripping everywhere through her body, and she was insanely confident that the wonderful woman between her legs would somehow succeed in increasing that pleasure even more. Her entire crotch was saturated with the potent love lotion. Their action together was so strenuous and intimate that it had smeared that lotion up between their torsos, making Joyce's belly and tits glow with orgasmic tinglings nearly as much as her cunt was glowing. She sucked madly on Emily's tongue and ground her tits against Emily's, while Emily drummed her cunt with the cock that by then seemed to be a totally natural part of her feminine body. Joyce clung and kissed with all her might, fighting now for her sanity and her consciousness as the orgasms mounted faster and bigger to form an explosion that transcended anything she'd known to date.
She wrenched her mouth from Emily's, threw back her head and shrieked, "OH! OW! 0-H-H-H, COMING! COMING SO GOOD... I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE!"
"More," Emily snarled, still fucking her deep and hard. "There's more for both of us."
"No, no, no-o-o-o!" said Joyce, near sobbing now, her body going limp after the truly electrifying orgasm she'd just had. "No, I just can't take any more!" she blubbered.
"You can. You can," said Emily, hips working constantly and convulsively, prick pistoning deeply and wetly, eyes blazing with delight and determination. "Put her legs around my back, Philip!" she snapped.
Joyce's lifeless legs were wrapped around Emily's slim, sweating waist. Her ankles were held locked there by the butler, despite her weakening pleas for a few moments rest. Still fucking her savagely, Emily jerked her forward against her bouncing tits. Her arms hung limply around Emily's neck, until Emily's hands dug in and lifted her by the asscheeks, whereupon she had to cling to the bigger woman for support.
Emily hoisted Joyce up bodily until the big brunette had gained her feet and was holding up bath of them. Joyce's legs were around her waist and her arms were about her neck, and in this new position she found a new sort of pleasure in her cunt. The huge false cock was massaging new areas of her cunt, bringing life back into a body that she'd thought was spent and exhausted for all time.
Emily stopped her thrusts and held Joyce there for a few seconds, breathing hard, before she asked, "Are you ready for more? Are you?"
"V-Yes. I thought I was going to . . . faint for a while."
"But now you're ready for more. Why, Joyce? Why?"
"Be-Because you want more, and I want to make you happy."
Emily's grin broadened. "That's sweet, my little bride. But that's only half of it Why else do you want me to fuck your little virgin's cunt with this big dildo that's fucked so many other women?" Joyce grinned lewdly and said, "Because it feels so fucking good, that's why. Because I love you and your dirty prick, you goddamned bitch of a bull dyke. Come on and fuck me, if you're going to. I can take all you've got and more. I'll fuck you dry and then I'll take on Phil. I know he's Dr. Morgan, and not same silly butler. I know everything that's going on now. Come on and fuck me some more, damnit. I was made for it. Doctoring is just a sideline with me. Fuck me, Emily! FUCK ME!" she shouted, and plastered her mouth against the grinning lips of the lesbian as the flash went off and the prick began to move again.
Emily staggered slightly under the weight that she was bearing, but that didn't deter her in her strenuous fucking. She put all she had into it, flexing her knees to bounce Joyce up and down on her cock, using her clutching hands on Joyce's asscheeks to amplify the bouncing of the little blonde on the end of her dildo. Joyce clung to her with arms and legs as tightly as she could. Gasping, breathless with orgasms, she had to quit the kiss and throw her head back, crying, "Love it! More! LOVE IT-T-T-T-T!" The remnants of, her pristine white nightie were bunched around her waist. Her little titties were as bare as Emily's big ones now, and both were well lubricated with the tingling lotion as they slid together and up and down, nipple kissing nipple. They were sweating, and Joyce's hands and legs kept slipping, but she took new grips and hung on for dear life, working her hips as fast as she could to keep up with the strong strokes of the cock in her cunt. Emily was grunting and Joyce was screaming and Dr. Morgan was taking pictures. Both women were orgasming constantly and heavily, and each could feel an even bigger explosion of pleasure coming on.
"Hurt her, said Dr. Morgan. "Hurt her, Emily. Just like she wants to be hurt."
"Can't hurt this little cunt," Emily rasped.
"Just fuck it!" Joyce demanded. "Fuck it black and blue! Can you feel it coming on, Emily? Can you?"
"Almost there," Emily gritted, and astounded and delighted Joyce with a new surge of energy.
"I'm slipping. Can't hold on," Joyce said, close to sobbing again as the intensity of her orgasm took the strength from her arms and legs and they began to slip from Emily's slickly sweaty flesh.
"I've got you," Emily gasped. "I won't let you go!"
"Never. Never let me go. Neither of you," Joyce mumbled.
Her legs slipped off from around Emily's waist. They dangled downward, jerking like the legs of a marionette, while Emily stabbed upward in her with her cock. There was a look of madly insane pleasure in Emily's eyes now. Joyce could see it and appreciate it through eyes that were barely open. In her staggering, Emily had brought them up against a wall. It was hard and harsh against Joyce's back, but she welcomed its support, for she was beginning to slip down further, fearing she might lose the lovely hot cock in her gushing cunt. Her feet touched the floor and she spread them more widely to accommodate her lover as she slipped down the wall. The rapidly moving end of the dildo felt as if it were thumping against her backbone and she seemed to be coming there, too. Her head was lolling helplessly while Emily drove on to her finish. She would have passed out completely save for the stimulus of the big, big orgasm still going on everywhere in her body.
Both women were drenched with sweat when at last Emily's knees touched the floor. Joyce's legs were spread and bent obscenely, and now it was Emily who was whimpering as she strove to eke out all she could of the last dregs of their tremendous, mutual orgasm. The crest had passed for Joyce, but she was still deriving great pleasure from feeling the beautiful peak in Emily's body. Even the great energies of the big lesbian were diminishing, however. Now, she was laboring with her dildo in Joyce's cunt as she knelt on the floor between the, legs of the pinioned girl and pushed it in her and pulled it out. Joyce was almost passed out, still tingling everywhere with pleasure, but almost unconscious. She felt a rain, refreshing rain on her face, and she opened her eyes and saw Dr. Morgan's cock pointed at her face, spewing its rich, creamy sperm down on her as he stroked it hard and fast with his hand.
"You're never going to leave us, are you?" he said, panting.
Joyce licked her lips and grinned foolishly, hugged Emily with what little strength remained to her, and murmured, "Never. Never leave yop. Love you. Love you both."
Chapter Thirteen
That entire night was one long, erotic dream for Joyce. She only vaguely remembered going to bed with them and wasn't sure if She woke up during the night or not. They slept on both sides of her, with all three reposing on their sides. She wasn't sure who was in front of her and who was behind her at first, but with the light of dawn she saw Dr. Morgan's handsome face smiling at her. Her arms were already around his neck, and it took no effort at all for her to kiss him warmly and deeply. Behind her, Emily was stirring, fondling her titties with both hands, rubbing and squirming her own big titties against Joyce's bare back.
"Sleep well?" Dr. Morgan asked, when he'd had enough of her kiss.
"Marvelously," said Joyce, squirming about just as happily as she'd been squirming alt night long. "Who's in me? Who's been fucking me all night?" Emily laughed throatily and said, "Why, both of us. Me with my black dildo up your pretty little ass, Phil with his prick against your tummy and with our double-ended dildo in your cunt, dear."
"The other end of it is in my buff," he said.
She laughed and kissed him, reached behind her to squeeze Emily's soft, naked hip.
"Are you sore?" Emily asked.
"Everywhere," Joyce said, laughing, and wriggled her hips, moved her little body around in the embracing sandwich of flesh. She purred with pleasure. "Mm-m-m-m. Never thought you could both fuck me at the same time."
"Hold still," said Dr. Morgan, "till I get this plastic prick out of your cunt and get my real one in it."
"Hurry up, Doctor. I can't hold still for long."
They laughed together until the pleasure started and they laughed while the early morning fucking went on. They passed orgasms along to each other through the medium of Joyce's body as the sun came up, and then they lay back and rested.
After a time, Joyce said, "It feels lonely without your two pricks in me. When can we do it again?"
"There's work to do," said Dr. Morgan. "But there'll still be time for taking put pleasure with you."
"Christ, I hope so," said Joyce. "But when?"
"Later. You're getting a day off today. And you're spending it here in bed. We'll be by to visit you every chance We get. We're going to serve you your meals in bed today, just like a bride should be served."
"I am the bride of both of you, aren't I?"
"That's right, dear. Both of us own you now."
"Good," said Joyce, and snuggled them closer to her. "But don't leave me. Spend my day off with me.
"No, we have to work. But we're going to leave you with something to occupy you while you wait for our visits."
Propped up on the pillows, Joyce watched while they put the double-ended dildo in her, one end in her cunt, the other in her ass. They helped her off with the shreds of her wedding negligee, and she pouted prettily at them as they each kissed her goodbye and left her alone in the big bed. Then she snuggled down by herself to wait for breakfast and to experiment with the lovely thing in her two sex holes.
Joyce spent that day masturbating, eating, fucking, sucking. The doctor and his receptionist entertained her sexually that night, and slept with her. The next day, she returned to work. She knew her duties and she performed them well, though her mind was preoccupied with her two coworkers. She was assigned one of the two examining rooms, and patients were sent in to see her. At times, however, when she was expecting another patient, it was either Dr. Morgan or Emily Beresford who came through the door, primed and ready for sex.
Joyce gave them exactly what they wanted that day, and she got from them what she wanted in return. And that day set the pattern for the days to come. The love lotion was kept in Joyce's examining room, and so were Emily's two dildos. At any time of the day, Joyce might be paid a call by the beautiful bisexual or by their employer, and this put an element of excitement into her work that she'd never dreamed of anticipating back in medical school. Dr. Morgan as well as his receptionist used the sexual tools on her at times, and this was fine with Joyce. She wanted things in her body, and she didn't care which of the two were using them, as long as they used them well-which they invariably did. She wanted mouths to kiss and sex organs to suck upon and bodies to touch, and she no longer cared if those bodies and sex organs and mouths were male or female. She had her work, which was fulfilling, and she had her sex life, which was exciting, and it seemed as if she could ask for nothing more in life, nothing more at all.
Now and then, however, something inside of Joyce quietly rebelled. Though her days were fully occupied with medicine and sex, she had many many nights when she was quite alone in the medical offices, and during these times she would become mildly disturbed. She felt isolated, almost a prisoner there, albeit a rather contented one. Dr. Morgan didn't want her going out on the town lest she somehow ruin the careful image they'd built up of respectability, and lest she form a romantic alliance with a man or woman and eventually leave them. The latter, it seemed, was highly unlikely, for by then Joyce felt that she could be content with nothing less than two lovers, or spouses, or whatever they might be called.
Time and time again she tried, to explain to them her need for some time away from the practice, all by herself, but they were adamant in their demands that she be accompanied by one or the other of them whenever she left the building. These demands she had to eventually agree 4o, for they had all those photographs of her from her wedding night with Emily and from the other times when she enjoyed wild sex with either or both of them. Those photographs were their weapon over her, and they were also a source of joy to Joyce. Many nights as she lay alone in her room at the offices, longing to see the outside world, she could distract herself by getting the photographs out and going over them, one by one, dwelling fondly on, her favorites, while she used one of the dildos in her body until at last she fell asleep. The dildos were a poor substitute for flesh, but they managed to do the job when supplemented by the lewd photographs that her two lovers left with her.
Still there were the seeds of discontent slowly germinating in the mind and body of this young woman who had worked so hard for the honor and respect, for the satisfaction and the independence of being a physician. And one day these seeds grew further still with the entry of a young boy that she had treated before, on her first day at work in Roseville.
He entered her examining room in the early afternoon, after Joyce had had a busy morning. That morning she'd treated half a dozen patients, and she'd entertained both Emily and Phil, but not too satisfyingly for herself. It had been a day when Emily had been in the mood for water sports. That morning she had greeted Joyce with her usual French kiss and-told her to drink a good deal of water, so Joyce had a good idea of what was on the way. She'd drunk four big glasses of water and her bladder was filled when Emily entered at about ten, smiling as The closed the door behind her. She hadn't much time, she announced, as she held up her short white uniform skirt to her waist. Joyce quickly dropped to her knees before her and peeled down Emily's panties, following the downward course of them with her lips, kissing Emily's bare thighs and nyloned legs, then returning to insert her tongue through the thick black hair at her loins and locate the thrusting clit there.
"Feels good," said Emily. "Feeling so good I might piss all over your pretty face, right here and now."
"Wish you would," said Joyce, though this was a day she didn't really feel like water sports. "But if you did, I'd have to shower, and there are patients waiting," she said, dutifully playing out the charade.
"Do you have to piss, too?" said Emily, stroking the head at her loins.
"So bad it hurts. Could we .. . do it together? Please, Emily?" Emily had chuckled and pinched her cheek. "You like your golden showers now, eh? Well, I suppose we have time for a little one. Come, darling. Let me make you happy.
They'd gone into the little bathroom and Joyce had sat down on the toilet, just as she had so many other times when Emily was in this mood. Joyce never wore any panties any more, so she just had to lift up her skirt and sit down on the hard white seat. Emily had come forward, legs apart, straddling Joyce's clasped knees, with, that immense pussy of hers staring Joyce right in the face. She'd parted her cuntlips and held them open for Joyce's gaze while they'd shifted their legs around until their knees were mingled and both women had their legs slightly apart. Then she'd begun to pee with her golden shower raining down on Joyce's thighs and between her legs. Joyce had cooed and cooed and oohed over the sight of the water spouting from the hairy cunt. As was expected of list, she'd held the cuntlips open, and when the last drop of urine had rained down on her, she'd pressed her mouth against Emily's clitoris and socked it till the spasms rippled through Emily's body and she was muttering lewd love words and orgasming nicely. As usual, they had switched positions then. The seated Emily had pulled Joyce down on her lap. Tit to tit, belly to belly, mouth to mouth, they had clung and kissed while Joyce emptied her bladder against Emily's loins. The hot piss gushing down over Emily's cunt had made her come even more than Joyce's tongue had, and Joyce too felt tingles of orgasms under the strong embrace of the big woman.
They had quickly cleaned up and gone back to work, and a few minutes later, Dr. Morgan had come into the examining room. "Hungry?" he had said, grinning, and opening his pants.
"For you, always," Joyce had said, grinning at him, licking her lips as she looked down at his fly.. "Let me take it out, Phil. Please," she had said, just as he liked her to say.
Once again she was on her knees. Once again she was oohing and aahing over the sight of a sex organ. She had sucked him warmly and nicely, building him up toward a good climax. She'd known he was in a hurry, and so she'd rushed it a bit, but at the proper time she had backed off with her mouth, put on an expression of deepest ecstasy, and milked his semen out to shower against her upturned face.
He'd left her right away, just as soon as she had licked him clean. She understood the demands of his work and she knew that the satisfaction she had given to him and to Emily would eventually be returned to her tenfold, but still she felt discontent when young Willie Austen entered her examining room that afternoon.
"How's that sprained wrist?" she asked with a smile.
"It's okay," he timidly replied, rubbing his unbandaged wrist. "I wanted to see Dr. Morgan, but Miss Beresford said he's busy."
"I've had the same training he has, Willie, said Joyce. "Anything you wanted to discuss with him can be discussed with me just as well."
The way he hemmed and hawed, she knew it was a sexual problem that was bothering him. At last, after much coaxing, he said, "My thing gets sore. My father says it's because I'm not circumcised, and he wanted Dr. Morgan to look at it."
"As I said, I'll do just as well," said Joyce. "Take off all your clothes, please, and get up on the table."
"A-All of them?" he said, wide eyed with apprehension.
"Yes, all of them," she replied.
As the eighteen-year-old boy disrobed, Joyce made conversation with him, partially to ease his discomfiture, partially for purposes of her own. After talking of the usual banalities, she asked, "Are you the son of Will Austen, Willie?"
"That's right," he said, down to his shorts now, and unsuccessfully trying to shield his hairless body from the coolly appraising gaze of the attractive young physician.
"He's the same one who's backing Dr. Morgan's hospital, isn't he?" she asked.
"Yeah. I've heard them and Miss Beresford talking about it in the library at the house. Do I have to take my shorts off, too?"
"Yes, Willie, you most certainly do. Your house has a library? It must be a large house."
"Something like twenty-two rooms," he said, his back to her now as he pushed down his shot, exposing a round little pair of buttocks that made Joyce's eyebrows raise in appreciation.
"Your mother must have a time taking care of a house that size. I suppose she has servants."
"My mom died when I was a baby. We have a couple of maids and a cook, but they're old. Uh. . .are you going to. . .look at it now?"
"Yes, Willie. Just jump up there and lie back on the table, and I'll see just what I can do for you."
He lay on his back, rigid, trembling. He had a nice-sized cock for a boy of his age. It was warm and soft in Joyce's hand. It looked as soft as the rest of him, and like the rest of him, there was hard young muscle under the layer of skin. The foreskin was quite tight and pointed. Young Willie shifted about on the table and bit his lip as Joyce moved it back and forth over the pink head of his pecker, bending over him and nodding sagely.
"I don't think I've ever seen your father," she said. "Is he an elderly man?"
"He's about.. . thirty-seven, I think. Is this going to take much longer, Doctor?"
"Be patient. Relax. I suppose your father is quite the man about town, taking out a lot of eligible ladies and all that."
"We don't... talk about our personal lives in the Austen family."
"Of course not. I wasn't trying to pry, just making conversation. Your foreskin is tight, but I don't believe it needs circumcision. You have such a manly, attractive penis that it would be a shame to alter it in any way."
"But sometimes it hurts."
"When you play with it, Willie?" she asked, and he flushed scarlet and turned his head away from her. She laughed and said, "I suppose that comes under the category of private lives, too. But don't be ashamed of playing with yourself. We all do it at one time or another."
"Yeah?" he said, eyes back on her now, and wider, and cock getting warmer and larger in her hand.
"Yeah, Willie. My, you have a lot to learn about life and sex. That's what comes from being raised without a mother. All your penis needs is a little exercise and a little lotion, and I've got the lotion right here."
She hated to let go of his prick, but she did so and got the bottle of Dr. Morgan's homemade love lotion from the medicine cabinet. She applied it liberally to her palms and smiled down on the boy. His face was pale now, and his cock was trying to push out through its tight foreskin.
"Oh!" he said when she'd laid her hands on him.
"I'll try to be gentle. Does it hurt, dear?"
"N-No. It sort of b-burns a little, though."
"All part of the treatment. I'll just work it all in real well, while you relax. Yes, you have a lovely penis. Nice testicles, too. I'm afraid I used a little too much lotion. It's getting all over your balls too. Does it hurt now when I pull back the foreskin?"
"No. I dunno," he said, clutching the edges of the table with both hands, shifting his feet up and down.
"Your prick is getting quite hard, Willie. It can't hurt you too much.
"Oh, Doctor," he murmured. "Oh, Dr. Carruthers!"
"Relax, darling. I know I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. I'll bet this feels better than when you play with yourself. Now, doesn't it, Willie?"
"Yeah-h-h-h-h," he breathed. "Jeez, it never felt this good before. Just never!"
"Beautiful cock. Beautiful teen. I wouldn't mind having you for my own. Whew! The things I could teach you. And I don't mean things from medical books. I can't get over how big it is. Tell me something, Willie."
"Yeah. Anything. Anything!" he said, openly arching and humping his prick up through her warmly slippery hand now.
"Are you a virgin? Have you ever stuck this lovely big dick of yours in a girl's cunt and popped your nuts? Hmm?"
"No, no, no-o-o-o-o, but I've always wanted to. Oh, Jeez, stop it or I'm gonna come!"
"Come and come again," she said, and vigorously jacked him off. She had him moaning and thrashing on the table as jet after jet of his young semen spurted high into the air. She milked him expertly to a marvelous orgasm, and she continued to milk him more gently but nonetheless erotically as he lay back sighing.
"Does your father take out a lot of women around town, Willie?" He shook his head. "He's been working too hard. But he says. . . Whew! That sure did feel terrific. . . but he says he's going to start going out again once they break ground for the hospital. Maybe even get married again. Oh, Jeez, are you going to do it again, Doctor?"
"Call me Joyce, Willie. Yes, I'm going to do it again, but in a much much better way."
She had to let go of his prick to lock the door of the examining room, but her eyes never left it and his loving eyes never left her. His eyes widened as she slipped off her doctor's smock and pulled her little dress up over her head, for her cunning little body was then clad in nothing at all but a brassiere. This too was removed before Joyce climbed up on the table with him.
She straddled his thighs. Her cunt was nice and wet, and his prick was still well lubricated from the love lotion that was still doing its work on it. She took it in her hand again and guided it up and down her slit, while the boy watched, fascinated.
"Do you really want to lose your virginity, Willie?" she asked.
"I sure do!" he replied.
"I'll do that favor for you, if you'll do one for me. Will you, dear?"
"Anything! You just name it!" he said, and she smiled broadly at him and hunched her hips forward to engulf his beautiful little prick in her hungry and well-trained cunt.
"I want you to introduce me to your father," she said, moving smoothly, fucking well, and getting a surprising amount of pleasure from having this fine young prick in her body.
"M-My Father?" he said, eyes as big as saucers again.
She nodded, hands resting on his chest, and rubbing more of the lotion in around his rigid little nipples, her cunt working over his cock far better than her hand had done the job. "Yes, Willie. I want to meet your father."
"T-To tell him about this?" he asked, so incredulous that the upward movements of his hips ceased.
She shook her lovely blonde head, still smiling, still undulating her hips over his cock, and she said, "Not to tell him. To fuck him."
"You'd fuck my father?"
"If he's anything like his son, I would. I'd lure him into his own bed with me and I'd lure him to the altar. I'd marry him, if he's anything like you, and move into his house and your house and do this to you every day. Would you like that, Willie?"
"Oh-h-h-h, I couldn't stand it! GA-W-W-W-WD, I'D LOVE IT!" he exclaimed, and the arching of his body lifted Joyce up off the table now, as fresh gushers of his fine young jism squirted hard up into her convulsing cunt. She clutched his chest deeply, working hard and smoothly on his cock. She grinned down at him, aglow with orgasmic feelings, and glowing too with the knowledge of who'd be running things at the new hospital once she'd lured Will Austen's cock out of his pants-which is another story in itself.
