There is a certain fascination with the idea that respected professional people engage in the most bizarre, outlandish sex practices. This fascination, I think, is based on a very understandable desire on the part of Everyman to bring the Exalted down to the same human level as himself, and he knows his own darkest desires well. So, by projection, he puts the doctor, the lawyer, the judge, in situations that detract from the dignity of their profession but which make them more humanly understandable.
Whether this is true or not I cannot say for sure, of course, but whether it is true or not, it is certain that in the field of 'underground' publishing there have always been many books dealing with the sexual hanky-panky of doc tors. Nurses, too, come in for their share of consideration, but since they are women and since many men are firmly convinced that all nurses are either whores or promiscuous anyway, there is not the interest in them that we find in doctors.
This little book details, in the first section, the activities of a nurse at the hands of a number of doctors she worked for (and under) until she came into the household of Dr. Smetena. Here she witnessed orgies of the most fantastic sorts, and engaged herself in many orgiastic scenes. She is fucked, sucked, buggered, and does her share of those delightful tasks of love she is capable of, until she finally achieves the success every woman longs for-the wedding band and the tie it puts on a man. The good doctor she marries has a reputation for performing some astounding cures in the field of psychiatry-but his method is simply to fuck his lovely women patients until they are satiated. He may cure only the symptom, but it is enough. They are content.
The second selection, called here Doctor, Screw Thyself, is a curious little work without real beginning or end-one of the many fragments that has appeared from time to time. It is obviously part of a longer work, but the complete text is not available to me at the time this goes to press. It is ably executed, and again deals with the sexual exploits of a group of doctors. This time both male and female doctors, and their orgies cover the whole realm of sexual conduct available to them. There is nothing their fertile minds can conceive that they won't attempt, and the more bizarre it is the better they like it.
The AMA probably wouldn't approve of this book if it came to their attention, but that is the least of our concern. We don't always entirely approve of the AMA, either. And regardless of what the medical profession thinks, this is a superb little book.
Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia January, 1968
CHAPTER ONE
This morning was an exciting one for me as I put on the heavily starched blouse and stuffed my hair under the immaculate nurses cap. My heart beat wildly. This was to be my first day to practice my profession as assistant to a renowned specialist of this city. At last the dream I had long nourished was about to come true.
Before going too deeply into my experience, however, I presume I should introduce myself.
As of a month I am twenty-five years old, of medium stature, slight and proportionate but, to quote my interne friends, "well-turned." I wear my mass of auburn sun-tinted hair in a chignon poised over my neck.
That about does for a description of me. Oh, but wait, I had forgotten my eyes are gray-green or green-gray. I don't, of course, know too well myself. But I have always been told that they are of a very special tint. As for my mouth I recall the description of the director of St. Luke's Hospital who said it alternated between being shifted by petulance and disdain.
My dear parents gave me the ridiculous name of Antoinette. In school the other girls and the boys, with whom we amused ourselves, called me Toni. My dear friends, however, called me Minouche which, I believe, you too will find nice and more becoming to me.
While still a brat, and even later in the high school of the village of my youth, nothing ever indicated my future vocation.
My mother wished me to become a teacher. My father, on the other hand, saw me in the solemn robes of a lawyer, perhaps later even a judge. Picture yourself their deception and anger when I announced that I wanted to become a nurse.
In the beginning they thought this to be another youthful and passing dream. As time went on, however, and I continued to refuse the black robe of lawyer and persist in my preference for the white one of the nurse my father, whose nature was lively and extrovert, began making scenes. There were cries and even beatings, punctuated by the tears of myself and my more tolerant mother.
I finally tired them out by my insistence. One day after another talk with my mother my father said that since I was more stubborn then all the mules of Spain, and that as he was wasting his breath and energy trying to prevent my mistake, that I could with his permission study nursing. Sarcastically he added that I could still register for the study of law when I should have enough of diapering babies and emptying smelly chamberpots.
Shortly thereafter, with a small sum of money from my parents, I arrived in Blackpool where I registered at St. Luke's Hospital to study and work for my diploma as registered nurse.
I suffered difficult years-especially difficult as the life was not as I had naively envisioned it. Instead of the white blouse, I was wearing some rough blue costume. And instead of promenading as the white angel through wards and corridors I would visit them clad in my rough blues, and then only to wash the tiles, to empty the filthy bandage receptacles and, of course, bed pans and chamber pots.
Tearfully I would often want to throw over the whole idea. Cracked with fatigue, revolted to vomiting by some of my tasks I certainly was in a negative state of mind and mood. My pride was stronger, however, I swallowed my tears and controlled my discouragement until one day this level headedness bore its victory. I was able to discard my horrible blue costume and don the lovely white I had so long aspired to.
I was put in charge of the laboratory. Later, after a brief special work-study I was made assistant to one of the directors.
As I thought of myself, however, I realized that though my dream had become concretely realized many of my youthful illusions had vaporized into nothing. I no longer idolized the nursing profession as a sacred mission, but regarded it now simply as a profession I liked very much.
On exchanging the blue for the white costume I had also ceased being the buffer for the unhappy nurses and internes who would spend their dissatisfaction and frustration calling me names such as sponge, towel, bedpan etc. I had once again become Toni, and for a certain few even Minouche.
Life in a hospital was entirely different from what we called the normal universe outside. The special atmosphere of a hospital, the freedom of expression existing between nurses and internes, the building and corridors impregnated with ether and iodine stimulated the girls. They offered a thousand opportunities to accept the propositions constantly offered by the young men.
In logical consequence I became the mistress of Doctor Martin, an interne in his third year.
CHAPTER TWO
James Martin was one of these big and jolly fellows, always playing tricks telling stories and laughing. In spite of his unmitigated gall, or perhaps because of it, it was understood, and especially by the direction, that James would become a great physician. He was consequently always forgiven his delivery especially toward the female personnel.
Our relationship began while on night duty. I encountered him in a deserted corridor. Calling me with a persuasive, professional finger into his office he began at once to tell me how much I pleased him, how I was too beautiful to remain alone and all the usual vocabulary of compliments before kissing me heartily and sensuously on my full lips.
I had been lonely and loneliness became painful, especially as I was frequently an in voluntary but not unwilling observer of love scenes between my fellow nurses and the internes. Since he was a good looker I gave myself to his kisses with much ardour.
Our tongues contorted themselves in a long, spine-creeping kiss which left me tenderly limp in his arms.
I had thrown my arms around his neck. He held me in such a tight embrace that I felt against my thighs the hard assurance of his desire for me.
Sensing my abandon he released one of his arms to begin caressing my breasts through my clothing. Not finding sufficient enjoyable contact, his hand wandered to my back where he at once sought to unbutton my uniform, knowing very well that we nurses wore but the briefest undergarments.
I tried to protest mildly and timidly, whereupon he put his other arm around my waist, pulling me assuringly towards him. A constant flow of soft endearing terms soon stifled my protests.
I felt my bra open and a gentle and caressing hand imprison one of my breasts. My youthful breasts could not resist this soft and lovely massage.
The twin nipples began to harden between the rolling caress he gave them between his thumb and index finger. I could not repress a moan of joy. His manly mouth and penetrating tongue choked the second one out of existence.
I tried brusquely, taking advantage of surprise, to free myself. I felt his hand which had been caressingly resting on my back trying to pull up my blouse. My tentative resistance was unsuccessful however, for at this very instant James' mouth left mine and his face sunk into my breasts. With a delicious shiver I felt his soft tongue, warmly wetted with saliva, titillate the strawberries of my pleasure-hardened breasts.
A sudden chill brought me back to my senses. I realized that he had undressed and uncovered my back up to my belt. His two hands were nervously caressing my mound of venus, trying to insinuate themselves into my panties.
"Ah, lovely kitten, how you delight me," he purred while delicately biting my ear.
Both he and I were so excited that he would have taken me right there on the office rug if the house phone had not interrupted our frolics.
At first James pretended that he heard nothing. With the insistence of the ringing however his sense of duty returned. Tearing himself away he took up the phone. It was the nurse from the emergency ward requesting his im mediate attendance to a patient having a serious hemorrhage. The professional again, James gave curt orders and said he would be there at once.
"Don't worry, my chick. It is only a postponed game. You lose nothing by waiting." He embraced me on the run and was gone. I quickly set about to put my clothes in order. Having straightened my nurse's cap I made a quick survey of the corridor to make sure no one would see me leaving an office where I had no business.
Three days later he made me his mistress.
We were both off duty. After taking me to see a new film he led me to a small and charming hotel. Apparently he was known there for we were immediately received with a knowing but discreet smile and indication of room number. Contrary to my fears the room was charmingly and intimately furnished. It was a studied effort to make one forget where one was.
No sooner was the door closed when James took off my coat and proceeded unhesitatingly to undress me, interrupting only occasionally with kisses and caresses here and there. These made me laugh and blush alternately.
The moment I stood completely nude before him he threw me on the bed and began to cover me with caresses more and more precise and maddening.
Studiedly his wanton hands explored me. His mouth wandered deliciously over my feverish body, annointing my hardened nipples with his saliva and probing my navel with his pointed tongue. Soon he had thrown my legs apart and sunk delight provoking lips into the curly fur of my pussy.
I was immodestly stretched out on the bed, rolling with sensual pleasure when suddenly he tore off the remainder of his own clothes.
With mixed fear and joy I regarded his solid, muscular body while he undressed. Turning with a smile he stood there with his virile, vibrating phallus aggressively outstretched toward me.
Immediately he joined me on the bed. Placing me in the desired position he sunk his sex into me with such force that I could not refrain from giving a painful cry. At once he began a rolling movement with a slow and deep rhythm. In a cracked voice he murmured mad, impassioned terms to which I could only reply with long repeated moans of pleasure.
Alas, the pleasure was short lived. I had only begun to taste the delicious fruit and its sensation when the sensation began to subside. Spent and groaning, James had fallen to my side. I understood at once that James would always be too fast. With him I would never taste the joy of orgasms in their full splendor.
Nevertheless our adventure lasted for almost six months, during which time he was always kind and tender. I noticed, however, that he was becoming more and more distracted and that our meetings became more infrequent. The reasons he advanced were feeble and futile. Others of the staff told me with obvious sadistic pleasure that James was playing court to a nurse, recently arrived from another hospital for some postgraduate study.
Our liaison ended as suddenly as it had begun, and without too many regrets. For some time thereafter I remained calm and aloof, concentrating on my studies until one day I was called to the head nurse and informed that I had been assigned to section A. I was to become assistant to Professor Roach, the celebrated nerve specialist.
It was an unexpected and even unhoped for advancement for me. Felicitations or jealousy were offered me by everyone. Jealousy predominated, however, as it had become rumored that the emminent Professor himself had requested me.
CHAPTER THREE
Doctor Hector Roach differed in every respect from my ex-lover, Doctor Martin. Doctor Martin had always been extrovert, loud talking, and always laughing heartily. Doctor Roach, on the other hand, was superbly poised and of outstanding distinction. His temples bore the silver patina of the approaching fifties. Never in his relationships with patients or staff did he depart from extreme courtesy.
I had known him for some time, already having taken one of his courses. Also, I had not failed to notice the undressing looks he would give me when thinking I was too busy to observe them.
I knew from the prolonged handshakes exceeding his usual courtesy, as well as from a certain flair he had when meeting him in the wards or hallways that my youth had irresistibly attracted him and that he desired me.
He was very timid, notwithstanding his great renown and his high position. I, on the other hand, was deterred by my profound respect and his polite and distant attitude. I was later to learn that this attitude was but a cover up for an extreme timidity. Never would there ever have been anything between us had it not been for a lucky accident.
One of our surgeons had been awarded a national honor in recognition for his work in cardiography. Naturally the personnel of St. Luke's organized a celebration which terminated in a ball. During a waltz Professor Roach confessed to a great liking for me. The ice had been broken and having gained courage he invited me to the buffet supper. While supping I learned that under his cold exterior Professor Roach was really warm and gentle.
Discreetly he made it known that he did not get along too well with his wife. Following the birth of their second child she had been very ill. Since that time she suffered with impatience and annoyance at his occasional fucking. He however, as I soon learned, remained not only himself in sexual matters but became even more absorbed by the question of sex.
This same day he made me understand with the utmost tact how much he desired me. As for myself, little nurse, I was extremely flattered to be desired by a man of his distinction. Then too, he actually pleased me very much. After the required reserve, including a gentle refusal which he soon countered with soft en clearing pleading, I accepted. He fixed our rendezvous for the morrow in a discreet, small apartment he owned in the city.
I awaited him with great impatience at the appointed place. When he met me in his car we regarded each other with the sly and joyous smile of children up to mischief.
Once there he drew heavy curtains over the window and lighted two lamps whose rose-tinted shades gave a fight accentuating softly the cozy intimacy of his tasteful apartment.
Having passed a few delicious moments in a standing embrace he seated himself on the bed and said that I should slowly disrobe before him to stimulate his excitement. As I showed myself a bit haughty and unwilling he showed himself such a master at gentle, sensual persuasion that I soon stood before him clad only in stockings and garter belt. Before I had found the daring to remove these of my own volition he propelled me bottoms up onto the large low bed. Instantaneously he covered me with passionate caresses.
I realized at once that he had had much experience in seductions as the gestures and the movements of his caressing hands never failed. Expertly they found the most sensitive parts of my body.
Still slightly intimidated by him, I was stretched out and given without defense to his perverse desires. Self-conscious because of being nude I closed my eyes. Held tightly in a caress, I had not noticed that he had succeeded in undressing himself. When a moment later he asked me to open my eyes I gave a cry of surprise and bashfulness as I saw that he was completely nude and that his phallus was asserting it's virility in a total erection. It was like a flower balancing itself with difficulty in the wind as he displayed himself proudly before me. I think he expected me to admire the size and coloring of his prick as he stood there proudly. Truthfully, it was bigger and more glorious than Dr. Martin's, and I felt sure he could give me the really good screwing I had missed before. It was a satisfaction devoutly to be hoped for, at any rate.
Instantly he was lying beside me and continued his kisses and caresses. Slowly his mouth, which had been hungrily sucking my breasts like a nursing infant, wandered further over my body and approached my pussy, humid with excitement and impatience. I was so hot I could almost have come just from his caresses, whether he touched my pussy or fucked me.
His lips wandered ticklingly over my thighs and embedded themselves into the hairs of my mound of venus. With his two hands he tenderly forced open my thighs and at once his mouth sought the open lips of my pussy. A cry of ecstasy accompanied the delicate sensation of his tongue insinuating itself into the folds of my pussy already moist with tears of love. I had never had a man suck me off before, and the ecstasy he filled me with, using his lecherous tongue, was the greatest I had ever known.
Sensing that I was about to come and swoon with ecstasy in response to his prodigious and most agreeable caresses he came on top of me. He moved slowly and with a studied refinement which sent me into deliriums of pleasure. His phallus now at it's peak dimension caressed me, so much more agreeably than James'.
In a raucous voice, which I no longer recognized, he began giving instructions to increase the joy of our experience.
"Open wide, my little angel ... wider, wider still ... lift your legs up into my arms ... you will feel me better ... that's it, like that ... do you feel how well, how deep it goes in...."
Attentively devoted to prolonging our sex act, desirous of having me taste as long as possible the pleasure of love he would wisely with much expert understanding and control vary his movements and their intensity. Finally feeling my exhaustion and realizing that we had reached the extreme limit of our immediate resistance he spurted a fiery orgasm, sending his scalding love-juice deeply and thrillingly into the recesses of my cunt.
Still holding me tightly against him, his spent phallus now only lightly caressing, he passed a hand beneath my inflamed pussy. Playing lightly at first he suddenly sunk an inquisitive finger into my most secret and intimate part, my anus.
I cried out loud under the surprise of this intrusion. I lost complete consciousness in an apotheosis of sensations. I seemed to explode, my whole being seemed to dissolve in an irridescence of light and colors here and there punctuated by my actual cries of a delirious orgasm.
It was the first time I had tasted the pleasure of sex in such blissful completeness. Having regained somewhat my self-control I threw myself against his breast, still heaving from the effort of being so well fucked, to thank him.
Naturally I became mad for him. Our liaison soon proved a long series of love scenes in the little apartment which so sheltered our amourous secrecy. I had made a profound discovery. Whereas his age had deprived him of prolonged resistance it had given him an incomparable knowledge of the pleasure of the flesh.
Our understanding was perfect. Never did we reveal our secret through a betraying gesture or word. He made me understand that his social position could not tolerate the slightest scandal. He was widely known to lead an irreproachable life. The fact of having taken a mistress from among the nurses, he being the father of two children of a marriagable age, would have cost him the esteem of his fellows and most certainly of the puritanical society of Blackpool he frequented.
As for myself, I loved him too much to have caused him the slightest concern. At St. Luke's all our relationships and associations remained strictly professional. Once we were united in our hideaway, however, life was a veritable orgy of caresses and pleasures. Correct, impeccable and cold to all who did not know him intimately, he was to me everything every fault and quality being a male could imply.
It was he who taught me everything two lovers might do for mutual enjoyment and indulgence. I was ignorant of all the subleties of eroticism.
Obsessed to learn everything I could I agreed to his most perverse desires. From time to time I would nevertheless become shocked by this or that position, one more obscene than the other. At such times I would laughingly call out:
"A great man you are, but you are also certainly a pig, and a vicious one at that."
His eyes would light up with pleasure and his response would be even more audacious kisses and caresses.
Naturally we took advantage of every moment of freedom to be together without risks for him.
One day with some pretext or other he called me to his office. Once alone he announced joyously that we would at last be able to spend a night together. This was something we had long anticipated but had been unable to realize as he was obliged to be most prudent in respect to his wife.
Since I was most visibly surprised he told me that an international conference of doctors was to meet in London to coordinate the research undertaken throughout the world.
This conference, which would give voice to the most eminent practitioners of medicine throughout the world was to open in three days. My lover, however, had announced to his associates and his wife that he would leave that very evening so as to make contact with certain colleagues in London before the opening of the conference.
Actually, he did not leave until the following day, giving us one most delicious total night of love.
What might I recall and tell of all the follies of love we enjoyed this night? Yet there is one episode, however, when Hector taught me a way of love completely unknown to me, that is still a fond memory for me.
I was languoursly stretched out full length on my belly, relaxing. My lover's hands were caressingly promenading over my pussy and nude bottom. I let him amuse himself while I tasted with pleasure my reactions to his soft and warm hands. Feeling his fingers becoming suddenly curious I tried to turn around to face him. Too late. Lying his full length on top of me he took my face in his hands and after several light, delicate playful kisses he pleaded his strange request into my ear. "Let me fuck you in the ass, darling," he said, using the words that are so delicious when uttered by a man to whom a girl intends to give her entire body.
"But darling, you are not serious?" I replied, having overcome the first shock of surprise at his request.
"Yes, my little girl. It is one of the great proofs of love a woman can give her lover. You must consent. I adore it and I adore you."
"But, darling, see for yourself ... it is so small ... so very small...."
"Nevertheless, my angel, it can be done, I assure you. Won't you at least let me try?"
Frightened by the unexpected proposal of this sex act of which I had never even thought, I resisted for a long time. So well did he know his powers of persuasion, however, that after many protestations of love, promises of joy and playful bantering I finally consented to submit to his strange caprice.
Feeling me conquered and at his mercy, Hector placed me in the required position. I was crouched on all fours, my breasts dangling provocatively. I resembled a little nude Mohammedan in prayer.
I turned my head to give a worried look behind me, where he had placed himself ready for battle. My eyes caught a mirror which reflected our immodest and daring position. I had the impression that I was looking at a vigorous and savage centaur preparing to impose his desires on a young mare, trembling with fear.
As his strange possession of me began I screamed and sought to bend my body to escape the burning shaft so cruelly penetrating my anus. Held vice-like by my thighs all escape was impossible. I had to suffer this painful initiation.
When for a moment I turned my tear stained face toward him he bit and embraced my neck while with a voice hoarse with desire he asked if I wished him to stop.
Indeed, I felt like asking for mercy. As I realized that this would deprive him of a joy and satisfaction he had no doubt long contemplated I refrained. Moreover, in spite of the painfulness of this embrace I was feeling a bitter-sweet pleasure being thus brutalized by the man I loved. Shivering and still fearful I told him to continue. To the end I suffered the torture which he inflicted on me with fierce, and merciless ardor. With strong, deeply penetrating strokes I was nailed crying and shivering, though strangely happy to the bed. A miserable butterfly impaled on a pin. His thick, long prick seemed to penetrate me completely, and as he continued the back and forth strokes that were necessary to his pleasure, I warmed to my task and began enjoying it-especially when one of his hands slid around and began playing with my clitoris, making it hard and me hot. Then I felt his prick send hot spurts of spunk into my very vitals, and I tightened my ass muscle to give his prick a squeeze, and my own climax washed over me with wave after wave of deeply relaxing, sensuous delight.
And after several motionless moments, I felt him withdraw-and I sighed with satisfaction as I realized I was no longer a virgin there either.
CHAPTER FOUR
One day our luck, which so far had so favored us, changed. My studies were almost completed when suddenly Hector received the offer of an exceptionally important position in a large French hospital.
For some time he withheld his decision. He knew very well that acceptance would break up our love affair as it was out of the question that I follow him. Nothing seemed to justify my doing so.
We were desperate but reason proved the stronger eventually. He made his departure as saddened and depressed as was I, in spite of the honors his new position promised. But alas, what could we do?
While I had been indifferent about the breakup with James, the departure of Hector plunged me into a terrible sadness. At every provocation I began to cry. I had lost all in terest in everything. My heart was broken, for I had truly and sincerely loved this man so much older than myself. He had been so good and so kind, so very, very much in love with his little angel, as he called me in our unforgettable moments of happiness.
Eventually time, which heals all wounds, decided to appease my unhappiness which all the time had seemed inconsolable.
Little by little I could finally think of or hear the name Doctor Roach pronounced without breaking into tears. I applied myself to my work again, guarding in my heart the precious and unforgettable moments passed with my lover, Hector.
A few months later I passed my final examinations and left St. Luke's. With ease I found a position in a large dispensary in town. My salary was not brilliant but I succeeded in working and living quite well.
I was living with a friend, also a nurse, with whom I shared lodgings and expenses. As she was very agreeable we lived together harmoniously.
The only thing I could possibly reproach Dorothy with was her nightie character. She would happily pass from one flirtation to another, never attaching herself sufficiently to any young man really to learn to love him.
Thoroughly surprised at my being alone, she felt herself called upon to remedy a situation which to her was impossible. She insisted on presenting me to a number of nice young men. Though I found some of them charming I would soon find myself comparing them to my old lover. After a hopeless comparison I would simply leave them and go home alone.
During the hours not spent at work I read a great deal, went to the cinema, for walks with Dorothy and other friends. In spite of all my efforts, however, my loneliness weighed heavily on my spirits.
My body and my senses protested agonizingly the chastity to which I seemed condemned. It was insufferable after having been satiated, even feasted, with love and its many and varied pleasures.
Frequently, when alone in bed, I would toss and turn, unable to sleep or even relax sufficiently to prompt sleep. To calm my exasperated senses I would let my mind wander, recapturing a kaleidoscope of the mad and happy hours spent with Hector in our love nest. Unable to continue my resistance I would indulge myself in the solitary pleasure of masturbation. Though this would prostrate me in spent desire, it lacked the joy, abundance, and variation I had known in the arms of my lover.
Such was my dull life for almost a year un til one morning a letter brought a change of destiny.
I knew at once that the letter was from Hector, for it bore a French postmark. I was terribly excited and curious, for we had agreed on parting not to communicate so as to make forgetting easier.
I locked myself in my room to escape the curiosity of my roommate, Dorothy. No sooner had I torn the enevelope than tears inundated my eyes for he had begun his letter with, "My Little Angel." It seemed I heard him murmur this endearment I had loved so well.
He wrote that he was director of one of the largest hospitals in France and that his work was of great interest to him.
Sighingly, adoringly I read and reread the passage to follow:
"My thoughts remain pre-occupied with the image of my angel in spite of my efforts to dispel it. Often I feel like abandoning everything and coming to you. Sometimes I would give the finest hospital in the world to be again at St. Luke's, to sense and feel you near me awaiting our next secret rendezvous."
Coming to the purpose of his letter he wrote, "I have recently met an old friend who specializes in some aspect of psychoanalysis, treating women's nervous ailments. He has a small, private hospital in London catering to a clientele of high society.
"I have told him all about you, giving him especially my appreciation of you. I believe he is desirous of engaging you as his personal assistant. He will write you himself using my name as reference.
"If this interests you I shall be infinitely happy to have provided you some small pleasure even at this distance. This, alas, is the only means I have of showing my appreciation for the great happiness you were able to give to this old man, or should I not say, old pig. Do you remember how often you so tenderly mocked me with such names?"
The letter ended with such tender sentiments so beautifully expressed that I threw myself on the bed and burst into uncontrollable tears.
After the passing of two weeks I had begun to wonder if the job offer by the friend in question had not been forgotten, when I received a long letter offering me the position of assistant on the recommendation of my former superior at St. Luke's.
His name was Doctor Smetena. Later, as I expressed curiosity as to his strange name, he told me that he was the son of" a Russian, having emigrated to England during the revolution. So as to avoid an extended correspond ence and to discuss matters, Doctor Smetena suggested that I come to London so that I would see for myself the work expected and the conditions offered.
He concluded his letter saying that he felt confident of our agreeing, and that even if the contrary should prove true my entire expense would be reimbursed.
The following day I asked leave for two days and took the night train for London.
Once arrived in London, the following morning I registered in the hotel which had been recommended to me. Having attended to my toilet I went at once to the given address.
Dr. Smetena's establishment was situated in a very chic section bordering on Hyde Park. My taxi brought me to a large villa surrounded by carefully groomed lawns and sumptuous trees.
I rang the bell of the grilled gate. A young maid came to open it and to inquire as to my wishes. Having told her that I had been called to see the Doctor, I was shown into an exquisite waiting room. The Doctor, I was told, was out but would certainly not be long in returning.
My wait proved long. For fully an hour I waited without anything happening to distract me when suddenly the door opened and a smiling, distinguished man came toward me offering me his hand in genuine cordiality.
"You are Miss Turner, I believe. I am truly delighted to know you, Miss. My very dear friend Roach has spoken of you in such impassioned terms that I have been anxious to meet you. I hope that you have had a pleasant trip. How do you find London?"
I replied laughingly that I had not had time to make the acquaintance of the vaunted city, having arrived only that morning but that I counted on becoming acquainted with the capital during my short stay.
When I told him that I knew no one in London he insisted on inviting me for the day. Ringing the service bell he gave orders to that affect to the young maid who had welcomed me. Then he led me to another charmingly furnished room which served as his office.
Having disposed of my coat and seating me in an arm chair facing him he questioned me about my studies, abilities and experiences. Then he asked me about a number of doctors at St. Luke's where he appeared to have a number of friends.
When we reached the subject of Hector he told me what praise my former master had given me.
"From every point of view," said my questioner with a rather bizarre smile, "he assured me that you were a pearl." Without leaving me time to ponder this compliment which I found a bit ambiguous, he continued that on his faith in these warm recommendations he wanted me to become his assistant.
"As you will see later," he said, "I have transformed a wing of this villa into a small hospital. Though actually the term hospital is not exactly applicable to what this place is. There are five rooms ready to receive clients desirous of following a treatment necessitated by their nervous condition. Or, to put it more simply, those who aspire to a cure through rest and relaxation.
"Since I am engaged all morning in one of the city hospitals, my private practice takes place in the afternoon only. Actually all my clientele is composed of women, and as far as possible beautiful women. During my morning duties I am called to witness so many ugly and unappetizing illnesses and conditions that I consider it my right to select my private patients.
"I will undoubtedly shock your good nurse's conscience, but you see I do not hold with the same reasoning as I would were I practicing general medicine. Being a specialist in psychoanalysis and nervous disorders is not the same thing.
"You will see quickly for yourself, my dear Miss Turner, if you consent to being my assistant, that our patients are all rich, beautiful and idle women whose most serious affliction consists of a nymphomania-more or less advanced. Their state of cerebral sensuality and nervousness necessitates a very special treatment which differs totally from those taught you at St. Luke's.
"I cannot go into detail at this moment but you will soon see yourself the care and treatment they require. These latter I have developed personally for each one of them and they are enchanted to find them here."
After this obscure preamble Doctor Smetena informed me of the conditions of my employment. These were so far removed from my own ideas and hopes that I thought he was amusing himself at my expense.
He offered me conditions superior even to my dreams.
I would have an apartment including private bath in the villa itself. I would have the entire staff, that is the maid who received me, a chamber maid and the chauffeur who drives the Doctor's car, at my disposition. In fact, all personnel would be under my orders as I was to be a sort of right hand to the Doctor.
Since I remained speechless and dumbfounded by these brilliant prospects of my employment, my future boss stood up and invited me to make a tour of the premises with him before giving him my definite answer.
We mounted to the second floor where he showed me the rooms charmingly furnished and decorated for his patients. Crossing to the other wing, reserved for himself and staff, he showed me the room I was to occupy. Impressed, I accepted his offer and decided to remain.
Everything was lovely and I was delighted with the thought of soon establishing myself in such a beautiful house.
Returning to the ground floor he showed me his consultation room, which was entirely different from any I had known.
Small, intimate and luxuriously furnished with an immense couch, a small table, a deep inviting armchair sided by a large floor lamp. The floor was entirely covered with a deep rug which would muffle all sounds.
My surprise showed clearly on my face, for Doctor Smetena soon assured me that it was the classical consultation room for a psychoanalyst. "This specialization does not require an installation of complicated apparati, but," he continued, opening a door which had been imperceptibly hidden behind one of the silk drapes, "if you'll step in there you'll find yourself in your habitual environment."
Brilliantly lighted, painted in heavy white enamel, the usual examination table and glass cases of chromed instruments, this room did make me feel more at home.
Having returned to his office he asked me if I thought I would accustom myself to his branch of medicine.
I thanked him heartily for all he offered me in respect to the position. At the same time I told him that I did not think my qualifications and knowledge of psychoanalysis were commensurate with the excellent conditions offered. I told him that I feared disappointing him.
Showing again the bizarre smile he had shown at the beginning of our interview he assured me that he was confident of my success.
"Doctor Roach has given me every detailed assurance of your abilities." The manner in which he regarded me as he said this made me visibly blush.
The thought that Hector could have given him precise details of our relationship disturbed me. No, I thought, trying to question my anxiety, this could not be.
Being certain of my acceptance of the position, Doctor Smetena introduced me to his staff as his assistant. They were to consider my orders and instructions as his own.
There was Jean, the young maid, Barbara, a young woman about thirty who was the house keeper, Rachel, a fat jolly woman cook and Sanders, a taciturn dark type who was chauffeur.
The day passed in the most agreeable manner. It was decided that I would return to Blackpool to resign and pack. Doctor Smetena would send his chauffeur to bring me to London. Naturally this would help me and expedite my return with my luggage.
"Everything then is arranged and agreed to our mutual satisfaction. There is only one more thing if you are going to work for me. With your permission rather than calling Miss Turner here and Miss Turner there I will simply call you Antoinette. And as for me, after having called me Doctor during the professional day I want you to call me Serge. Serge is what my friends call me. I hope that you and I will soon become friends, good friends."
I returned to Blackpool enchanted with my new boss. Naturally I had to give a complete account of my good luck, which fell out of a blue sky, to my roommate Dorothy.
She cried at the thought of our parting and so for that matter did I for I had formed a true affection for her and her delightful eccentricities. Rolling speedily toward London three days later in the automobile driven by Sanders the thought of my good fortune cheered me up again.
With the aid of Barbara, with whom I immediately made friends, I installed myself in my new home. The young woman was truly kind and amiable. I was happy to have found a new friend. I had been a bit apprehensive about my first contact with the staff, for I felt that they might consider me an intruder.
Mentioning that fear to Barbara she assured me that since I was Doctor Smetana's assistant it was only natural for me to give orders. "Also," she continued, "we all get along here splendidly together and our boss is wonderful, generous and considerate."
CHAPTER FIVE
I was to see my wonderful boss that evening again as we dined together.
After concerned questions about my trip and my having made myself comfortable in my quarters he inquired if I would be able to begin my work the day after tomorrow.
He explained that mornings I would have very little to do and that I could practically dispose of my own time as I pleased. Jean took care of such secretarial duties as answering the telephone and making appointments for the afternoons.
"Jean, as you have seen," he told me, "is still a brat. She is hardly fifteen. She is the orphaned daughter of a friend of mine who was killed during the war. I have, so to speak, taken her under my wing. I had wanted her to take up studies but the little rascal prefers staying here. At present she serves me as secretary.
"The child is a bit strange and I would recommend that you be firm with her. Sometimes even severe. A good spanking from time to time is the only way you can keep her in hand, for if she thinks you too easy or indulgent you will have to suffer all her caprices."
Quite surprised by these unprofessional instructions I told him that I was not sure if I could administer a spanking.
"Don't let it worry you," said the Doctor. "In case of need you may call Barbara whose job it is to administer these occasional spankings. I merely want you to know that you have carte blanche."
We finally came to my actual work and he asked me first of all to put the file of case histories in order as they were a bit mixed up since Jean had put her distracted fingers into them.
As he continued to give me instructions I was able to observe the man. He was actually handsome and possessed an unusual magnetism.
He was tall and slim with a long oval face adorned by two smile dimples. Like most voluptuous people he had rounded and full lips. His graying temples accentuated his black hair and his unusually clear blue eyes. His clear and animated, blue eyes saved his face from appearing too sensual.
Two days later I officially began my duties. On my way to the office I met Jean, who with a light and impertinent air told me that she thought me delightful in my nurse's cap. Then she offered to help me, saying she knew all the patients only too well.
Amused by her little important airs I accepted and we began putting the files in order. All the while she would give me her opinions about every one in a running commentary.
As I came across a file marked Mme. Foley, Jean, contracting her nose, exclaimed:
"Oh la la, what a vicious one. I hate her. She is mean."
I raised my eyes to look at her, surprised by this vociferous description.
Smilingly I said, "Quite a set opinion you have there. Won't you explain why?"
"When you have learned to know her you will see," she explained. Becoming animated and voluble she continued:
"Once when she had first begun coming here she was seated in the salon awaiting the Doctor she asked me if I was a good girl. I wanted to tell her that I was not a little girl but not knowing what might lie behind her remark I simply replied that I was a good girl.
In response to my answer she said no more but looked at me long and strangely, smiling in a manner I had never seen before. I was about to leave when she asked me to bring her a glass of water as she was very thirsty.
Offering the glass of water on my momentary return I don't know what happened exactly for while doing so her quick movement pushed my hand and knocked the glass out of my hand, spilling the water all over her dress.
"Screaming, she jumped to her feet and held the front of her dress up and away from her body.
"I had immediately taken my handkerchief to dry her dress but she pushed me away and treated me like an imbecile. I was red with shame and confusion, demanded her pardon for having been so maladroit, and assured her that I had not done so on purpose and that it was only water.
"Sarcastically, she cut into my apologies, saying that it was all very well that I realized my stupidity but that this did not alter the fact that she was wet and that she would tell the Doctor about the incident.
"I pleaded with her not to say anything to the doctor but all my appeals fell on deaf ears as you will see."
"But my dear Jean," I said in a tone of faked surprise, "why needed you be so frightened of the Doctor hearing of this? That sort of an accident can happen to anyone." Of course, I knew only too well that it was the spanking to follow which had frightened our little darling.
"Well, you see Miss, the Doctor is not my boss. He is my guardian and tutor and he still thinks of me as a child. And," she continued with a vexed air, "when I commit a folly or blunder I get the punishment of a brat."
"Ah, I understand now. But what kind of punishment do you mean. It seems to me that the Doctor is not severe," I added hypocritically.
"Yes but I am ... I receive ... I don't dare tell you," stammered Jean, having turned as red as a tomato.
"Come, my cabbage don't be afraid of me. Don't you want us to be good friends?" I reassured her, passing my arm around her shoulders.
Again blushing deeply, the young woman confirmed with difficulty that which I had already known from the Doctor's instructions.
"Don't tease me please. But it is true I get spankings on my bare bottom."
"My poor darling," I sympathized, "who permits himself to treat you this way?"
Sulkingly, she confessed, "It is Barbara who administers the spankings. But she is also very kind. I love her very much and do not hold it against her. Sometimes it is the Doctor himself who spanks me."
"I see, but you must tell me the rest of the story of the glass of water. I am anxious to hear it."
"Ah yes. Well, after Mme. Foley told me she would tell the Doctor I was terrified and ran to seek refuge in my room. An hour later Barbara came to tell me that my guardian wanted to see me in his consulting room.
"Entering, devoured by fear, I saw Mme. Foley was reclining on the couch and the Doctor seated in an armchair next to it.
"'Jean,' he addressed me sternly, 'it appears that you have spilled a glass of water on Mme. Foley and stained her robe."
"I protested that it was not I who had spilled the glass but that it was she who had knocked it out of my hand.
"'So? But the result is the same, is it not? Have you at least apologized?'
"'Yes,' I replied sulking.
""But Doctor,' exclaimed Madame, regarding me with a strange leer, 'excuses are insufficient to pardon this little fool. Believe me I would never let a thing like this pass without punishment. She is most fortunate to be in your services. You are too easy with her; you are spoiling her."
"'And what according to you,' he demanded, a bit annoyed, 'should I do?'
"'Well, she is first of all only a brat and should be punished like one with a good thorough spanking."
"'I had not thought that this would go this far."
"'You asked my opinion and I have given it,' she replied with a slight vehemence showing in voice and manner.
"They exchanged a curious look and I gathered from it that they understood one another perfectly without a word being spoken.
"The Doctor reopened the conversation saying calmly, 'You know, Janet, that if I subscribe to your caprice you will in turn have to satisfy mine."
"'You know only too well,' said Madame, her voice changing to a lower and excited tone, 'That if you accord me my wish I will do whatever you wish."
"My guardian rose to his feet and while tenderly caressing my hair said, 'It's true, my little Jean, you do not obey nor listen to gentle remonstrances. And as it is said that every mistake merits correction, I believe Mme. Foley is right. You deserve a good spanking."
"Still speaking he pushed me gently toward his client who, with a nervous hand, instantly held me by the wrist.
"Laughing nervously she said, 'Since I am the offended person it is only just that I administer the prescribed punishment."
"Enraged at the thought of her administering the hated spanking, and even more of having to show my naked bottom to this stranger I tried to escape her grip.
"'No, no ... not before her ... no, please spare me this time ... have pity!' I implored, my voice raucuous with fear, tears ready to burst from my hot eyes.
"Eyes shining like unknown black gems, wet lips parted in a cruel smile Mme. Foley seemed to delight in my hopeless supplications. Each word of protest, each inkling of fear, each gesture of appeal only seemed to heighten her enjoyment.
"With one surprising pull she had me lying on my stomach on her knees in the position which, alas, I already knew so well. One strong hand on my shoulder held me in my unhappy position while the other raised my dress and petticoat. Weakened by my fear I did not even have the strength to struggle. Instantly her knowing fingers brought down my panties, baring my soft bottom flesh to her feverish gaze.
"For a few confused moments I felt her hot and soft palms actually caressing my thighs which I was forcing together as tightly as possible. Then suddenly an avalanche of spanks fell on my bottom, making me screech and moan with pain.
"All my kicking, crying, complaining, praying were to no avail. I suffered this treatment to the end.
"When finally, because of being fatigued, my persecutrix released me my backsides looked like two large burning scarlet peonies. My eyes flooded with tears, I pulled up my panties and escaped to the accompaniment of her delirious laughter.
"And you know," continued Jean, "that is not all. She comes regularly twice a week and each time seeks a pretext to repeat the performance. She will say that I made faces behind her back, or that I was impertinent over the telephone, and other lies.
"The Doctor has let her have her way. It is a wonder that I have a bottom left. But now I have found a place to hide until she has left.
"So you see I have reason to say that she is bad and vicious. I know she loves to strip and spank me but I don't like it at all. I detest it."
A bit shocked by these strange revelations which threw considerable light on the special relationships of Doctor Smetena and his beautiful clients, I returned to the work on the files. I had wanted to finish them that morning. Since Jean had to go on an errand for the cook I dismissed her.
Jean hesitated a moment at the door and regarding me timidly but blushingly begged me not to mention her having told me to the Doctor, who, she said, would surely be cross.
To this I replied with laughter and irony.
"And I suppose that his being cross would again call for a thorough spanking of the lovely moons of my friend Jean," I countered. "Rest assured, my lovely one, I'll not mention a word to anyone. However, what would you think if I, like Madame Foley, would also want to treat you like a child? I am a nurse and is it not my role to take care of children?"
The young girl regarded me fixedly for a few seconds. Slowly a rascally smile spread over her fair face. Just before closing the door she threw at me with a malicious and amused tone of voice. "With you, Miss Turner, I should like to. I love you very much!"
Disturbed beyond the importance of this little girl's attitude I returned to work while awaiting the Doctor. Something about what she had said and the way she said it sent a deeply erotic thrill through me, though I didn't understand at the time the full significance of it.
It was not until the following day however that I was to meet one of the Doctor's famous clients.
In response to her ringing Jean ushered in a stylish young woman. By her extremely pale blonde hair I knew her to be foreign.
Dr. Smetena, who had been advised of her coming, received her smiling a profuse welcome. Bringing her into the small salon he introduced me to her.
"My dear Madame Boleyn, may I present Miss Turney, my new assistant, who will aid me hereafter in providing you the necessary treatment.
"Antoinette, this is Madame Ingrid Boleyn, one of our most frequent clients and, I hope, also a friend.
"Madame comes regularly from Sweden and on each of her trips to London comes to me for consultation and treatment."
After the usual friendly formalities of inquiring about her voyage etc., the consultation began.
Having removed her coat and shoes Mme. Boleyn placed herself full length on the couch. Dr. Smetena placed a silk cushion under her head, turned out all the lights except the floor lamp near the couch, leaving her bathed in a soft, diffused light while the remainder of the room was in half shadow. Beckoning me be seated behind him he took his place in an armchair.
In a heavy charged voice he began asking her questions. Her replies were given freely and gently, spoken with an accent unmistakably Nordic.
I soon realized that the questions were almost entirely oriented toward scabrous subjects. Becoming more and more precise about sexual behavior, detailed intimacies and descriptions, the questions and Mme. Boleyn's answers soon began to intrigue me.
What fascinated me most was that the only affect her erotic admissions had on her visibly was to tint softly scarlet her lovely, high cheeks.
The Doctor spared no details, but prompted her to reveal in every detail how she enjoyed being made love to by her husband, her lovers, how she liked to be taken, gently or brutally, the positions she preferred, when and how and with whom.
I understand from Ingrid's replies and manner that she was deliriously reliving her experiences through this revelation of every detail.
The more daring the question the greater her enjoyment.
Seated in the half-shadow which hid us, the Doctor and myself were in a most advantageous position to observe the effects on the senses of the beautiful Swedish woman which her confession totally denuded of modesty would have.
Her face, previously so calm and so pale in contrast to her long golden hair, had now transformed itself. Her cheeks now bore the deep red of the fever that had invaded her. Her eyes though half shut had become brilliant and her mouth swollen of lip opened gently and moistly like a ripe fruit.
Her high firm breasts rose and fell in the excited rhythm of her breathing. Her hands moved in sudden searching spontaneity on the velvet couch. Her lovely long legs, previously extended full length in repose, moved restlessly in the exciting provocation into which this account of her sexual aberrations plunged her.
These movements had brought her clothing into a roll high up on her hips.
The deep colors of the drapes and couch cover highlighted deliriously the immaculate dead whiteness of her nylon panties and the warm tint of the lovely bare thighs showing above her stockings.
I do not know whether Madame Boleyn was conscious of the provocative spectacle her abandon offered.
I must confess that I could not remain insensible to the erotic atmosphere created by her licentious confessions, her abandon thereto, and the exposure of her exquisite charms and beauty.
My whole being was plunged into a terrible state of excitement. Desperately I tried to control and overcome this new feeling, for I could not grasp how the body of a woman could so profoundly affect me.
Suddenly, in an impassioned nervous reflex she changed position, throwing her legs apart, revealing for our enjoyment her abdomen and bottom, packaged like a lovely gift in delicate white panties bordered with lace.
Had I been alone I believe I could not have resisted passing a caressing hand over these charms so freely and perversely offered. Naturally the presence of my boss restrained me from all but the desire. I could not help looking at her though, and wondering what it would feel like to fondle the soft, moist womanflesh. I felt my own passion begin to rise, moistening my cunt and making me wish to be most delightfully screwed.
Out of the corner of an eye I regarded him to see if the sight of these treasures left him indifferent or if....
A second's look was sufficient to see his state of tension. Burning eyes were devouring the charming spectacle of his beautiful patient in the grip of erotic delirium. His hands were tensely gripping the arms of his chair, and as I looked speculatively at his lower body the protrusion of his trousers left no doubt as to the condition of his prick.
I was wondering how such a scene was going to end when the Doctor got to his feet without any attempt to hide his erect phallus. Putting his arm around my shoulders he bade me in a low voice to go into the adjoining infirmary as he wanted to give her the treatment her condition required.
Though intrigued I did as I was told, but could not resist giving a last sneaking look before closing the door behind me.
The Doctor had instantly begun opening the belt of his trousers, and I knew he meant to fuck Madame Boleyn, satisfying her passion as well as his lust.
So there you have Doctor Smetena's internationally famous treatment-nothing more than plunging his male flesh into his women patients and he must have been good, for his clients sought him again and again.
I must confess that this idea had already occurred to me and soon I would no longer have any reason left to doubt it.
From the consultation room which I had just left I heard unmistakable noises. Even through the wall the kisses, moanings, cries and pleadings of the young hysterical woman and her Doctor attested their mutual pleasure. In my mind I could see her with her legs locked tightly behind his back, bucking up to meet his humping body.
Unhappy, disturbed and excited I left the infirmary and went up to my own room. I remained there seated and hotter than hell until Barbara came to my room to announce that the Doctor wished me in his office.
After rearranging my costume I descended and went into his office.
Doctor Smetena was seated behind his desk, very calm and professional. Seeing my pouting manner he smiled slightly. But with a cold professional air, as if the previous scene was a figment of my imagination, he asked me to transcribe certain information into the file of the lovely Swedish patient.
Having finished this task he asked why I had left.
"Madame Boleyn was desirous of seeing you before she left, and since you were no longer in the next room I had to tell her that you were with another patient."
My continued silence while blushing furiously prompted a sarcastic smile as he said:
"Ah, I see. You were shocked by my patient's revelations and no doubt also by the treatment following them."
Collecting my full dignity I replied, "I do not see what is derisive about that, and furthermore, Doctor, I do not see where my help is needed in a treatment so well perfected."
In spite of my angry face and tone of voice he broke out into hearty laughter. Taking me by the arm he made me sit down in a chair near him.
"Come now, Antoinette, don't be mad. We are not going to argue the first day of our collaboration."
"Collaboration," I replied angrily, "is a big word. I am a collaborator shown the door and thrown out at the critical moment."
"Be calm, my little Antoinette, and forgive me for having put you out. I see that I should have explained the matter to you. Madame Boleyn, as you have probably understood, is an advanced nymphomaniac. Her greatest pleasure is to relate her sexual experience under the guise of a medical consultation and thereby harvest the fruits of her effort, for it would be exceptional if any doctor could resist her for long under the exciting stimulation of her confessions accompanied by her voluptuous movements of abandon.
"The first time, Antoinette, I resisted making the slightest equivocal gesture in spite of the burning desire she provoked. Since then I have realized, however, that there was only one thing she wanted after the consultation: her legs in the air and me on top of her. If I would not or could not give her the desired satisfaction she would go to another but less scrupulous doctor.
"You must admit, Antoinette that I would have been indeed a fool not to have taken advantage of such a lovely opportunity and refused such a delicious morsel of femininity.
"In addition, I must tell you that all of my patients are of about the same classification."
"But," I exclaimed, "I don't see clearly how in that case I can help you."
"Don't you worry, my dear. On the contrary, you will be able to render me great service."
"How? Certainly not by being present at the beginning of the consultation and then being locked out in the infirmary."
"Why?" demanded Doctor Smetena, leaning over to me. "Is it that you want to see the rest; see the whole performance and to have your part of the amusement?"
Red as a poppy I could not find the words to reply. He tapped me assuringly on the hand and holding me under the special fascination of his look he murmured, "Had not you thought of a case where the patient might prefer being calmed by the nurse rather than by the Doctor himself? Well, beautiful, in such and other cases you will have your role to play."
Dumbfounded I could but stammer, "Oh!"
I had never gone the lesbian route before, but I knew a lot of nurses did, and I had even been present in a darkened room at St. Luke's while two of the girls satisfied themselves, using their fingers and then candles, but even though I had been excited by the sexual atmosphere, I was not tempted to love a woman. I had calmed my raging body with my fingers, sterile instruments of imitation love that they are.
With this the Doctor rose and putting his arms around my shoulders walked me to the salon while saying, "Let us not speak of that for now. I understand perfectly well that all these things are bound to shock you, but remember that from a clinical point of view these lovely ladies are no more sick than you or I. They come here for but one thing, the appeasement of an eroticism engendered by their lives of ease, idleness and luxury.
"I want you to think about these things. I am confident that you will arrive at my conclusion that the appeasement they find here is clearly a treatment, although not orthodox, which brings them for an indefinite length of time a certain calm."
Actually I did come to realize that life being what it is, the things existing and happening in Dr. Smetena's establishment were natural, especially as these concerned the habits of the idle and the rich. I could not see where I, a modest little nurse, could criticise an order of things so long established. Not could I think of their being screwed as treatment. It was a lustful pleasure, pure and simple.
All this and, of course, the self-interested reasoning of the Doctor dispeled all my scruples. In a matter of days I no longer felt any repugnance in receiving the patients who came.
After a short lapse of time the Doctor announced that we would have the visit of Lady Bottomlay, a case comparable to Mme. Boleyn, or if not, a more intensely sexual woman than the blonde.
The announced day Jean opened the office to a young woman, elegant and slim of figure. Her face I thought too perfectly ovaloid but lighted by eyes of a blue so tender that I could not help comparing them to cornflowers.
I was presented to Lady Bottomlay, who announced that she was most pleased to have the presence of a nurse in case of a needful incident during her treatment, and she gave me a look that made me feel as if she had stripped me naked and was examining my charms. My cheeks flushed as I felt a surge of moisture deep in my cunt.
Without the slightest embarrassment she turned to Doctor Smetena and asked if I were familiar with the special treatment she required.
The Doctor assured her and asked that I show her into the infirmary.
Once the three of us arrived in this brilliant white room lighted by a cluster of fluorescent lights the Doctor asked that I prepare the table for a gynecological examination while he helped Lady Bottomlay remove her coat.
"Should I place a screen?" I inquired professionally.
"Oh no, quite unnecessary," replied the Doctor. "Iris loves being admired in the dress of Eve. Isn't that right, Iris?"
The English lady gave a small rascally smile and began to undress before us. She was small, firm, and fine like a fine porcelain figurine.
Removing her dress she rumpled her slip, showing her legs high up. The smoky beige stockings seemed to cut the milk white flesh of her thighs. Soon only pale blue panties remained, giving to her firm bottom, rounded like a babies' the quality of a budding flower. I couldn't keep my eyes off her body, and as I felt my passion growing, looked at her firm, young and intensely provocative flesh.
My boss was becoming visibly agitated. I understood very well, for even though I had become thoroughly accustomed to nudity in its most erotic sense I could not help but react to the undeniable attraction of this delicious body of a doll.
With a mutinous gesture she dropped her last garment. I was asked to place her on the table for a thorough examination.
Smilingly she took her position. Her feet on the footrests, her body reclining the length of the table. Her legs slightly parted.
Placing himself opposite me the Doctor began to sound her chest.
Lowering his head he placed his cheek against her breasts, small, firm and shapely as two apples. Generally a doctor places a towel between his ear and the patient's chest. None of this superfluity here, however. His ear and cheek were placed directly on her soft satin skin.
I saw her two nipples, rosy as two small flowers, harden and come to a vibrant life like two darts under the warmth of his breath. He was definitely not in a hurry to move, either.
Having also remarked this response the Doctor threw me a conspiring glance and abandoned the chest to place his cheek on a softly rounded belly, extending and distending with excitement as her desire rose higher.
Although he made her breathe and cough, I could see distinctly that he was delicately rubbing his face over the warm skin of the Lady. His mouth was near her mound of Venus and his lips, swollen with appetite and anticipation, were being tickled by the blonde silken hairs forming a perfect triangle reaching the junction of her thighs.
Observing all this I tried to press myself as close against the young woman as I could without losing my position to observe the Doctor's maneuvers.
His mouth was now buried in the warm and perfumed fur as his hands were gently massaging her shivering thighs. I saw his tongue flick out and only for a moment caress the hard, firm button of her clitoris.
Suddenly he straightened himself out, leaving a casual hand on her breast and announced that we would proceed to an examination of her cunt. Of course, he didn't use that word, but I could think of no lovelier term in the world for anything that looked so lovely and enticing.
Back to my role of nurse, I turned the crank of the table which would reduce the length of her foot position.
This little maneuver had the result of raising Lady Bottomlay's knees. She now found herself with thighs wide open, her cunt well exposed. She showed everything but embarrassment as the Doctor and I stared hard at the pretty, pouting lips that actually seemed to smile.
Her eyes were burning with fierce desires.
Then suddenly I felt her fine aristocratic hand caress my wrist. When I looked at her, thinking that she might want something, she smiled and continued to stroke my hand and wrist.
The doctor had bent himself between the elegant legs of our lovely patient in absorbed movements and concentration.
"Antoinette," he called, "would you pass me the speculum. The small one on the tray!"
I took the instrument and approached him, thereby being able to admire the crevice of her cunt illuminated by his lamp. It resembled a rose with petals deliciously curled, still moist from the morning dew. The effect was even more dramatic as this rose unfolded in a cluster of golden fur that provided a delightful frame for the sensual flesh.
The Doctor had most carefully placed his instrument when the hoarse voice of our beautiful patient implored him to stop.
"No, Serge, I beseech you, not like that! Not with that instrument. I prefer it like other times; with your fingers!"
Laughing, the Doctor withdrew his instrument from her cunt and began delicately to finger the membranes. Soon the movements of her body joined that of his fingers in a mutually reciprocal rhythm. This was certainly more sex play than an examination, and I was fascinated to watch how eagerly she accepted his finger-fucking. I had no idea it could be anything more than a poor substitute for the real thing, but Lady Bottomlay proved I was mistaken.
His hand touching my arm brought me out of my reverie of fascination at this unusual spectacle.
"Would you increase the angle to facilitate my work," she demanded.
"No, no, not like that," he ordered brusquely. "Return to normal the foot position!"
Having executed this order and returning to the end of the table I could not contain a small exclamation.
The patient had assumed the seated position of a frog, her legs folded under her the length of her body. Her wide open organ resembled a fig split open by the summer sun.
Speaking to himself the Doctor announced, "I believe we will have to practice a sounding."
I regarded him, astounded at such an examination, but I understood. Lady Bottomlay already habituated to such prescriptions pleaded in a faint voice.
"Yes, Doctor. Yes, please do it. Do it, please."
"To me your wishes are commands, my dear! Help me, Antoinette!" He handed me the lamp and began undressing.
Though the young woman could not see us as we stood at the foot of the table I became terribly uncomfortable and turned vermilion, I believe, to my toes, as I understood what the sounding instrument was to be. He was going to fuck her right here in front of me.
I could not resist a cry of stupefaction when I saw the size of his prick. I would never had thought that a man could possess such virility and such an organ. I asked myself, fearful with apprehension, how this delicate little woman could possibly stand the insertion of this monster organ deep within her cunt.
My fear proved unfounded, however, for everything went beautifully well.
To the accompaniment of the occasional soft cries of the victim the operation progressed steadily. Softly and not without consideration, but with a calculated and controlled passion he continued until the depth of his soundings hid his enormous organ from view. He was in her up to the hilt.
So as not to hinder their action, which seemed to give both protagonists infinite pleasure, I moved to the other end of the table where, with parched throat and trembling legs I continued to contemplate the scene. My cunt was virtually on fire from the desire coursing through me. I had been a long time unfucked, and watching a scene of such lascivious delight as this was almost enough to make me come unaided.
Covered with heavy sticky beads of the perspiration of excitement I asked myself if I should remain or leave. Just then Lady Bottomlay's hand sought mine and placed it on her heaving breast.
Spellbound, I ceded to the demand for caresses by our lovely lady. Her face was now drained of blood. Eyes distorted out of focus and helplessly quivering lips bore witness to the powerful sensations which shook every fiber. The doctor stroked her deeply while I fingered her breasts, until I saw them both come with quivering violence.
When both were spent the Doctor retired for a moment while I helped a now confused and shaken Lady Bottomlay to dress. With extreme and exquisite politeness she suggested that perhaps I found her contemptible. I assured her that this was not the case, whereupon she explained that nowhere could she find an appeasment to her wild passions except with Dr. Smetena.
She assured me that she was delighted to know that I too would be there at her service and promised me a lovely souvenir.
As soon as she had departed I left the Doctor alone in his study and went up to my rooms. My head was on fire, my senses terribly in flamed by the scene that had taken place before my eyes. The sexual restraint I had now been living for some time had brought me to a high degree of unconscious desire but now that I had witnessed such an experience I was completely beside myself. I was as nervous as a cat before an approaching rainstorm.
I knew that in order to appease the flames devouring me I could have recourse only to masturbation. I was resolved to abandon myself to this solitary and secret pleasure that evening. I knew well that I could not solicit the good offices of the magnificent Doctor Smetena.
There could be no doubt but what he knew the state in which I would find myself. But when we met at dinner a few hours later there was not the slightest proposal for my appeasment on his part.
On the contrary. He took a sadistic delight in orienting our conversation to Lady Iris and the orgy that had occurred in his consulting rooms. I was a bit scandalized that he was carrying on the conversation on this theme in front of Jean, who always dined with us. Though she had the air of being absorbed only by her food, I knew that the little hypocrite was straining to hear every word.
Dinner being finished we had a short conversation in the salon while Jean and Barbara cleared the table.
Smiling, he asked me if, now that I knew the famous Smetena treatment thoroughly, I would have any scruples about giving the necessary treatments to our patients.
I replied that all being considered he would still have to leave me time to become habituated, especially after the complete treatment of today which held me spellbound and stupefied.
I had hoped that he would question me, demanding explanations about these reactions, which would have helped to soothe this profound fever burning unquenchably inside me since this afternoon. My hopes were in vain. Ignoring the desired direction of my conversation and the balm of reliving Lady Iris' experience would have meant, he switched our conversation to banalities. After a few moments of this I excused myself and mounted to my rooms.
Having undressed and bathed I went to bed with a book, desperately hoping that this would help me to find sleep. In spite of all my efforts to interest myself in the text before my eyes I could not, however, control my thoughts which insistently returned to the picture of happenings in the infirmary.
In place of a page of type I saw the blonde cunt of the young Lady pulled taut around the pistil of hard flesh moving in a slow and deep rhythm.
Remembering her blood-drained face, her cries of pain and pleasure, her delirious ecstasy I could contain myself no longer. I dropped the book, a trembling hand slid anxiously toward my moist and anticipating pussy.
It had already been too long that my forced restraint caused me pain and torment. I could no longer resist. For lack of a lover I wanted through a solitary ecstasy to calm the fire devouring my body and dominating my thoughts.
My fingers had begun to caress the furry triangle when there was a knock on the door.
I jumped in surprise and hopeful anticipation that perhaps it might be Doctor Smetena, when I heard the voice of Barbara demanding if she might come in a moment.
Having entered and closed the door behind her, Barbara apologized for disturbing me and said she wished my advice about a small matter.
CHAPTER SIX
Approaching my bed Barbara said that she had a small irritation high on her thigh and wished to know what ointment she ought apply to calm the burning it caused her while walking.
Showing surprise at the place of the sore, she explained that she was wearing new panties. As they were too tight they had irritated the skin between her thighs.
"Would you like me to show, you where it is?" she demanded innocently.
Having given an affirmative sign with my head she took the end of her black skirt and pulled it up, slowly unveiling her long, well-rounded thighs partly clad in contrasting rough stockings.
Still under the spell of my earlier turbulent thoughts I looked sharply at the young woman, thinking how beautiful she was.
As tall as I, she was slender and well developed. Well-formed breasts showed under her costume. Her generous auburn hair was worn in a page boy bob reaching to her shoulders.
Suddenly her mounting skirt showed a small triangle of white, the briefest panties I had ever seen. Being so brief they were also tight, thereby having caused a slight skin irritation through the rubbing of repeated movement as she walked.
Still holding her skirt up to her waist, Barbara approached to where her knee touched the bed. I had taken a position to see better, not her irritation but her beautiful cunt.
A wave of heat coursed through my blood as I beheld this beautiful girl complaisantly revealing her lovely body to me. Raising a hand I passed a light finger over the irritation.
Barbara gave a small cry and drew back, but returned immediately to her position, excusing herself.
"Yes," I said with a professional and serious air, "there is a slight inflammation. It is advisable to apply a soothing ointment."
My lovely housekeeper looked at me with a teasing smile and moved her abdomen closer to me as she demanded in a soft voice:
"Won't you do this for me, Miss Turner? You have so much practice in this."
"Very well," I said, rising. "I have a tube of ointment on my dresser. Stretch yourself out on the bed and we'll treat your little and troublesome bottom!"
Complaisandy Barbara let herself fall on the bed. Bottoms up! In doing so she had let fall her skirt again and I had to undress her to find the source of pain.
"Open your legs," I said partially pulling down the superfluous panties.
With the tip of my index finger I applied the ointment on the painful spot. In replacing her panties my fingers sensed the caress of her pubic hairs, soft as the fur of a kitten. In spite of myself my fingers lingered in their contact with these hidden, auburn curls. A thrill shot through me as my desire soared.
The same desire that had invaded me in seeing the voluptuous nudity of Lady Bottomlay overtook me again. This desire was still too unknown to me however to react to it spontaneously. Also, as I feared that Barbara would leave me alone again, I dared not make an advance. At this moment a simple ruse came to my mind.
"I am afraid that the ointment will stain your linen," I murmured in a low voice while still holding her half-removed panties.
"Perhaps it would be better to remove my panties," she said, changing position to face me. I could only reply with an affirmative movement of my head. My throat was then closed by a strange emotion. I could not articulate.
Passing her hand under the elastic border of her panties she slipped them down the length of her thighs and legs. Then, with a provocative movement, she kicked them from her to the floor.
"Is this better?" she asked in a voice heavy with emotion, at the same time offering herself in peaceful and unconcerned immodesty.
Instinctively my hand returned to her smooth, white thighs. Slowly and deliciously I began to massage her warm flesh. It was of such fine texture that one would have said it was of silk.
Little by little my caresses approached her mound of Venus, which pulled me like a magnet to it. When my fingers reached her pussy, Barbara gave a deep sigh of pleasure and gently opened her thighs, offering herself to me and to the pleasure awaiting her.
Assured that she was as desirous as myself to amuse herself I held back no longer, but gave in to this new desire which troubled me with it's new perversity. I divined the pleasures which two women would derive one from the other. I had often heard of them but previously they had seemed incomprehensible if not repugnant to me.
The delicate caresses of my fingers provoked in Barbara such intense waves of sensation that she could no longer control her moaning.
I had lowered my face better to contemplate her humid and strangely perfumed flower when I felt a persuasive hand place itself on my neck, pressing me lightly toward her in silent invitation.
After a momentary hesitation my curious mouth approached and placed itself on her secret lips. For the first time I tasted the delicious sensation of the undying song of Lesbos.
What more can I relate except to say that in spite of my inexperience, or perhaps because of it, I provoked an orgasm so complete and devastating in the young woman that with the powerful contortions of her spasm she fell on the disordered bed.
Spent and loving deliciously on the bed regarding me with adoring eyes she confessed that she had desired me since our first meeting, but that she had felt intimidated and hesitant about approaching me.
Having learned from the curious rascal Jean, who had been listening at the door during the consultation with Lady Iris, what had passed, and having observed my uncontrollable excite merit and desire at dinner, she had taken the pretext of her irritated bottom to induce me to accept what had been burning and torturing her to offer me.
As I reproached her for her rascality and pretext, my beautiful friend kissed me fully on the mouth and with a coy coaxing manner suggested having me taste the other side of the pleasure of lesbian love-its soft sensuality and particular charm. Troubled by this newly-awakened sensuality and the unforgettably provocative events of the day I found myself incapable of thinking a word of refusal of this charming offer.
A moment later I laid completely nude on the bed, Barbara having already removed my flimsy nightgown.
Under the virtuosity and experiences of her caressing fingers and tongue I lost all compunction I may have had for this sort of sin.
Groaning and twisting, I was in Barbara's heaven as her lips closed themselves over the firm button of my clitoris and, with a gentle sucking, brought me to the highest peak of pleasure I had ever known. She knew just the right spots to flick with her tongue, so that in moments I was writhing with desire. Finally, I locked my legs behind her head and crushed her to my pussy, at the same time coming with a violent spasm that shook me to my very soul.
Later when, at the point of leaving, she asked me if I had enjoyed lesbian love I replied in a langurous voice that it was necessary for me to taste these pleasures again in order to understand my own emotions.
She made a coy dancing movement like a pigeon in love and said, "As for that, darling, you needn't worry. I am too delighted with you to neglect you for long. See you soon, my little Toni!"
I was deliciously relaxed, appeased and content. I could not help smiling as I thought, if anyone should have even suggested the thought of what I had experienced since my arrival at Doctor Smetena's I would have assumed him completely crazy.
How could I possibly have thought of seeing a man and woman making love, a Doctor and his patient moreover, without feeling indignation. And then to have accepted initiation into Saphism. That really completed my education. But it was lovely, I thought, with a feeling of complete well-being before going to sleep.
To excite and complement our pleasure I had related in minutest detail the erotic deviations of the patients coming to consult Doctor Smetena. Barbara in turn confessed that before my arrival there she would amuse herself with the young Jean.
Laughingly she added that the rascal was becoming suspicious of competition and jealous of being neglected.
"You know," said Barbara one evening, "I am sure that that little devil comes to the door to listen to what we are doing. She is as curious as a cat. But believe me if ever I catch her she will get the spanking of her life.
"It is already a long time since she has had her last spanking. If she is not to lose her taste for them it is time I take her in hand again.
"You ought to try giving her a spanking some time. You will see how exciting this is."
"I should like to very much, but I can't just take her and give her a spanking without cause."
"Ha, ha, ha," she laughed uproariously, cutting off my feeble excuse. "A motive is the easiest thing. You have only to give her a difficult task to do and at the slightest blunder ... smack, smack, smack."
I admitted that I was excited at the prospect of having the cute young blonde completely at my mercy. Before we could put this amusing project into execution, however, an event took place which was to have tremendous repercussions on my future life.
One day which I shall always remember, we had the visit of a young lady and naturally the Doctor applied the treatment she had come seeking.
As customary I had to observe and take part in the operation. If the patient and the Doctor found themselves satisfied and appeased by the treatment received and given this was not the case with me, the nurse.
Once again I had to contemplate the complete abandon of a sex-crazed woman. In the condition to which this brought me I had hoped for but one thing, to go up to my rooms after giving a discreet sign to Barbara that I should like her to join me.
I had been mistaken this day, however, in thinking that the Doctor himself had been satiated by the treatment given his patient that afternoon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the entire dinner which we took habitually together, Doctor Smetena was more attentive to me than he had ever been since my arrival. The moment coffee was served he sent Jean to her quarters and asked me to join him in the salon.
Having seated me on the oversized couch he seated himself near me. Having smoked in silence for a few moments he appeared to have arrived at a decision. Squashing a half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray he turned to me. Taking my hand gently in his he asked if I was happy being here and if at last I had become accustomed to the events taking place in his office.
Since I replied with some reticence he moved closer to me and put his arms around my shoulder, and teased, "Come now, my pretty little assistant. I believe you are blushing."
"No," I answered, and with a determined ef fort continued, "but, Doctor, I believe I will have to resign."
Without appearing to be troubled he demanded, "And why are you making this decision?"
"Well, to be perfectly frank, I can no longer assist at your ... your...."
"Ah, you mean my enlightened treatments," said the Doctor, breaking into laughter.
"As you will, but you must understand me clearly, Doctor. I may be a nurse, a good nurse, but this does not eliminate the fact that, whereas you and your patients realize your satisfaction, I am left in a state of tension which is draining my strength and will make me seriously ill if I continue to help you under the existing conditions."
"If I understand you right," he continued fixing me with his strange pale regard, "you would have me understand that you too are excited and that if you are not calmed you will leave?
"Your request, my charming one, is easy to fulfill and I find the idea devilishly seductive. Don't forget that I am a specialist in this matter."
Before I could say a word he had bent over and covered my surprised mouth with his sensual lips.
Nor was he wrong in claiming to be a spe cialist, for his deep wet kiss had me already intoxicated. I tried to regain my breath but he held me mouth to mouth. I shivered with pleasure.
When he released me after a long moment of silence, untroubled except for my gasps for breath, he watched me hungrily restore my respiration.
"What do you think of this little game of tongues?" he demanded smilingly. Almost at once his smile became fixed in the hard grimace I had already remarked a number of times.
In a voice matching the strangers that had come over his face he said, "Come, come," and taking me by the wrist he lifted me erect and without further ceremony pulled me across the salon with such rapid steps that I stumbled over my high heels.
"Where are you going," I stammered helplessly.
"To my room. Come!"
Without another word he pulled me through the corridor, up the stairs and into his room which he locked carefully. Still holding me by the wrist he pulled me over to the bed. Releasing me, he ordered in a hard voice:
"Undress!"
In spite of the desire which gripped my entire being I wanted to affirm my independence.
"You are mad, Doctor. What has come over you?" I demanded in a voice trembling in spite of myself. "Let me go. Let me leave. You are not your normal self."
Regarding me in a mocking way he replied:
"That I am not in a normal state is certainly true. But if I let you go now you would be the one to suffer most. You want to as much as I. Did you think that I was not aware of your little games of frotti-frotta with Barbara?"
Helpless and red with confusion, I could but utter a feeble, "Oh!"
"Don't you understand," he continued sarcastically, "that I let you then forced you to watch the treatments I administer to my patients so that you would slowly be brought to the state of excitement where you would desire me of your own volition?
"And now you want to leave? Come now, beautiful darling, none of this childishness!"
While talking thus he had speedily undressed himself and without the slightest embarrassment stood there before my astonished eyes, completely nude in his powerful male splendor.
My eyes descended his large hairy torso and fixed themselves on his taut phallus aggressively pointed toward me. It was trembling like a live animal.
I have mentioned already that in this respect, Doctor Smetena surpassed everything that I had seen and could compare in male anatomy.
The sight of fear written on my face further stimulated him with visible reaction on his phallus. Arching his abdomen to still further increase its enormity, he asked me diabolically if I had ever tasted such a big one.
I must have looked like a rabbit fascinated by a boa constrictor about to devour it for I could not voice the slightest word of protest as he approached slowly and stripped me of every stitch of clothing.
I stood there completely nude. I felt his hands move all over my entire body as if he wanted to assure himself by touch that it was truly me living and real, nude and awaiting his pleasure and not some image projected in his imagination fierce with desire.
Knowing me to be as desirous of giving myself as he was of possessing me he ignored all preparatory playfulness. Not even taking time to place me on the bed he threw me on the heavy carpet covering the floor.
I lay there ridden by a moving, burning body rolling me under it like a furious wave.
This night was for me an initiation into the unknown. Never had I thought of attaining such astonishing voluptuous moments as Serge gave me in repeated embraces.
He made love with a brutal voilence to which I was unaccustomed and which in the beginning frightened me.
I sensed myself pierced, distended and split apart by a phallus more enormous than I thought ever possible to support. I was shaken and agitated by a savage and merciless rhythm.
My moans and cries were mixed with sighs and exclamations of pleasure. During moments of lucidity I could see the passion ravaged face of my seducer hovering above me.
His features taut, his pale eyes brilliantly illuminated by an ardent fire, and the cruel enigmatic smile surrounding his lips gave him a resemblance to a beast tearing apart it's prey.
The soft love pleasures I had known in the arms of Hector were crushed out of existence by this avalanche of sensations rolling over me in burning waves suffocating me as one drowned.
I attached myself to the hairy torso of my new lover with the desperation of someone drowning. From time to time I heard myself pleading in a little girl's voice, to stop this devastating hurricane.
Actually, my "Stop, Stop, Enough" meant "Again, More, More!"
Serge understood this only too well and alchemized my appeals and pleadings into an exciting encouragement to continue.
I do not know how many times he had taken me. I remember awakening in a stupor from the excess of previous pleasure only to feel his arms close upon me anew.
He played with my body as one plays with a doll, placing me according to his desires in poses of increasingly terrible obscenity. I likewise gave myself to him like a Bacchante to a Faun, I ceded to his demands with a good humour and luxurious passivity I had never thought myself capable of.
Only at dawn did he stretch out exhausted alongside of me. Taking his broken and unconscious doll in his arms he pulled the covers of the devastated bed over us. Before plunging into slumber I heard him as through a curtain of fog, whisper in a voice already asleep:
"Ah, my sweet little one, how I love you. How you please me."
Late next morning I heard the telephone ring and Serge answer in a choked voice. Feeling him getting up I turned toward him and he embraced my face still hot with sleep. As I lifted my arms to put around his neck he maneuvered his mouth to kiss the down under my armpit.
Finally he pulled himself away from the welcoming warmth of the bed and told me tenderly to remain in bed and rest as I was not going to sleep much that night either.
"You are mad," I retorted with good humour.
"Yes, about you! I believe, my little Antoinette, that I am going to love you more than I have ever loved any woman. I am astounded myself at the sensation you stir up in me just from looking at you, just from touching you."
Saying this, his hand slid up under my night gown which had rolled itself up almost to my hips. He caressed me for a moment and I saw his phallus becoming almost immediately erect. I thought he was coming back to bed, but he pulled himself away and walked quickly to the bathroom, assuring me laughingly that he'd make it up on his return.
I fell instantly asleep again and did not even hear him go. Some time later I was awakened by a soft knocking at the door.
As I had not answered immediately the door opened, framing the face of Barbara. Seeing that I had opened my eyes, Barbara came in smiling, closing the door carefully behind her.
Arriving in the middle of the room she contemplated it's complete disorder, my underthings scattered about on the rug, the pillows on the floor, the bed covers completely reversed. Approaching me she put her hand under my chin. Seeing the purple circles under my eyes, she screwed up her nose.
Laughingly she exclaimed, "Speak to me about the gentleness of love. Instead of gentleness I have the impression of being on a battle field! What you must have had to suffer, my poor darling."
"Don't speak of it," I replied, stretching languorously. "I am more knocked out than if I had been beaten."
"Don't get up. I will bring you lunch, poor pitiable little victim," she mocked on leaving.
Returning she placed the tray on my knees and seated herself on my bed.
"Tell me all. Everything," she demanded in a voice avid with curiosity.
"What do you want me to tell you, curious rascal? You know only too well what we have been doing."
Nevertheless I had to give her many details, describe nuances and variations. These must have been most exciting for her, for her soft, warm hands sought to fondle me again in her intimate manner.
"Don't fatigue me too much," I appealed after a few moments. "You know I have to be on my toes and in good shape this evening."
"I understand," she countered sadly. "Now that you have found what you wanted, good bye Barbara."
"No, darling, don't say that. I love you too much and we will always be together when we want to."
"Yes, but what about him?"
"Fool," I murmured in her ear. "One thing does not interfere with the other. And meantime you still have your little student. Haven't you told me often that you and Jean are also in love?"
"Yes, that is true, but you know how much I prefer you. Though I suppose that I'll have to concentrate on her again. Anyway, she will be extremely happy."
After she had left with the tray I again fell asleep. On waking, I bathed and gave myself the most careful toilette. Thereafter I dressed and awaited the return of Dr. Smetena, who was to take me to see a play of which everyone had been speaking.
The evening proved delicious. It was the first time that we had gone out together and Serge was most gallant and attentive.
After theater he took me to a bar then very much in vogue. With egoistical pleasure I observed that many women gave us curious, undressing glances. That they envied me my handsome escort was unmistakably clear.
I must admit that Serge made no effort to attract this attention. He simply remained his natural self. His nonchalant bearing, the smile, slightly cynical, playing around his lips made him truly attractive.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I remembered that we were lovers and that shortly this handsome man would bring me to insensibility with his caresses.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Returning to the house where everyone already slept we each went to our respective rooms. Once undressed however and having made my toilette I made my way silently to his room. I knew he would be awaiting me. In my transparent Grecian nightgown and bare feet I looked like a penitent.
In response to the slight noise I made closing his door he came out of the bathroom stark naked, wiping the last drops of water from his furry chest.
He threw his towel behind him and came toward me. At each step his powerful phallus in half-erection rocked like the arm of a scale. I could not refrain from a nervous smile thinking of the admiring ladies at the bar. If they could see him now.
I did not have long to dream these speculative pleasantries. Already his arms had closed about me, crushing me against his sex, his mouth violating mine.
With a yell of pleasure I felt myself being stripped; lifted from the floor and like a feather carried to the big bed. Our legs were crazily intertwined. Our bodies burned in a voluptuous drunkenness. I lost from consciousness everything not of our mutual desire.
Lying side by side relaxing while he smoked a cigarette, of which he would give me a puff from time to time, I learned from Serge something I had always wanted to know.
It was true that Hector had told him everything about our liaison. He had even given him all details of my reactions to certain sexual pleasures as well as to my preferences.
I had begun protesting against this indiscretion when Serge closed my mouth with a long kiss. He then told me that Hector had done so only in the hope of making me happy as he himself could no longer love me. He had wanted Serge who knew all the techniques and manners of love making to take care of me and give me the happiness I deserved.
"I hope," continued my handsome lover, "that I have already" succeeded somewhat, at least. Tell me, little kitten, have you enjoyed what I did to you?"
"Must I tell the truth or disguise it a bit with a flattery," I demanded smiling.
"The truth, naked as yourself," he said placing his hand on my pussy, his fingers playfully occupied with it's silken curls. "Well, tell me!"
A pioneer finger seeking to find entry into the lips hidden between my closed thighs seemed to ask the same question simultaneously.
"Darling, you have shown me a pleasure which I had never felt before I found it in your arms," I confessed in a low voice while giving myself to his locking embrace.
"Is it really true, do you truly have more pleasure with me than with any one before, even with Hector?" he questioned with persistence. His tone of voice was passionate yet at the same time skeptical. His eyes into which he forced me to look held me so overpoweringly that I could not read them.
"Yes, most certainly yes," I whispered, closing my eyes to the steely gleam of his searching look.
"But why, why?" he insisted.
"I don't know," I stammered. "Perhaps because of your being more virile, more brutally certain of your power over women." And after a moment's hesitation I added, "Perhaps also because of your ... your ... you know what I mean only too well."
I was red as a beet and could only stammer and stammer and stutter blunderingly these last words
"Yes, of course, I understand. It is because of my big prick. Isn't that so, my chick?"
Saying this, he had taken my hand and forced me to take his enormous penis which was beginning to come to life in a slow pulsation in my hand. Constantly growing to my touch my hand could no longer circumference it.
Ravished, my hand began making forward and backward movements the length of his formidable phallus to assure myself of its unbelievable size.
"Do you like my big tool?" he teased. As I nodded my head without saying a word he breathed into my ear, "well then give it a big, long, loving kiss!"
I appreciated him with a long smile. Then I slipped toward the foot of the bed. Supporting myself on my elbows, I placed my lips tenderly on the phallus vibrating before my eyes.
"Again, and with your tongue as well," instructed Serge. He pressed his hand on the back of my neck to make me understand better.
Like a little docile girl I opened my mouth wide. The large and magnificent fruit, hard and burning, insinuated itself with difficulty between my lips moistened with the saliva of pleasure.
With my teeth aching from the pressure forcing them apart, I made my head move gently and slowly. Cries of pleasure, moanings of joy assured me that my lover was happy.
To heighten his pleasure he raised himself up on an elbow and avidly regarded my moving face wet with tears for the slow but regular penetration of his enormous gland against the inside of my throat caused me intolerable pain.
As if struck by lightning he gave a cry of ecstasy and fell back on the bed. My mouth became filled with a velvety warm and salty liquor in such great abundance I was forced to swallow most of it in order to catch my breath for he held me riveted against his hairy abdomen, still heaving in ecstasy.
To hide my confusion, I rested with my face buried in the sheets. Soon I felt him pulling me softly to him. As I laid there pressed against him again he covered my face with a hundred kisses, while murmuring his gratitude for the intense pleasure my soft lips had given him.
After a few moments spent in mumbling love names and endearments to one another he asked me if I wanted him to make love to me like Barbara, with the mouth. Before I could reply he had spread my thighs. His upper lips and my lower lips met in happy union.
As soon as he had me crying and moaning with the caresses of his fingers and tongue he straightened up and taking me by the waist turned me bottoms up on my hands and knees.
No sooner had he placed me in this position but what I felt his enormous phallus touching me. Anticipated desire had again made it hard and palpitating.
Taking me by the haunches he pulled me to him and began to penetrate my bowels. I gasped uncontrollably under the powerful and dominating strokes inward.
My head between my hands I could hear mingled with my own moaning his feverish and ecstatic exclamations accompanying each of his thrusts.
"Do you feel how I fuck you, do you, darling? Open wide the cheeks of your ass so I can reach bottom! Ah, how I love to fuck you!"
Fortunately he was holding me tightly against him otherwise each of his powerful thrusts would have sent me head over heels.
I had the terrible impression that I was being fucked by a bull, a furious bull and that my gasps and moans were mixed together with the bellowing of a beast in heat.
Just at this moment in a delirious crescendo his burning semen shot out into the deepest recesses of my being.
We fell asleep tied in solid embrace, a deep and dreamless sleep from which I did not awaken until late the following morning.
Now that our relationship had entered a new phase the use of my time had undergone some changes. I would spend a good part of the morning in bed. Having shopping to do I would pass frequent afternoons visiting the fine stores in the company of Jean, whom I would take with me.
I was happy about the childish pleasure which I knew I could thus give her which I could so clearly read in her eyes when I would call her to prepare herself to accompany me.
I let Serge take care of the patients as best he could with exception of when he insisted I take an active part in the treatment given them.
Now that I was his mistress there was nothing to hide between us, wherefore the visit of some of his patients prompted a love treatment between us three of such a lewdness that I do not dare describe it.
Imagine for yourself what three being in the grip of luxuriance, eroticism and abandon might and could do and you will have a good idea of the scenes unfolding themselves certain afternoons in Doctor Smetena's office.
I had mentioned that I went out together with Jean. One day, quite by accident during one of our walks, my curiosity came to learn from her own mouth what had been going on between her and Barbara, who, I had noticed, had been pouting since a few days because of me.
For this occasion we went to have tea in a discreet little tea room. Between two pastries I began to interrogate with burning curiosity our little Jean.
At first embarrassed the little darling let herself go with candor when I told her that Barbara had already told me all about their clandestine love affair.
Becoming excited she was soon telling me in a most gently animated flow of words all the amorous fantasies forming this delicious sapphic duo.
Remembering the tenderness of Barbara's caresses, I soon felt myself invaded by jealousy. An illogical jealousy, I must admit, for I had everything that the most exacting mistress could dream for herself.
Fall passed without anything happening to trouble my happiness. Only, perhaps one little incident which took place one evening during dinner.
I remember it was the evening of a terrible rain strom. The wind blew in blasts and deposited the dead leaves against windows streaming with rain.
From a gas radiator a pleasant heat spread itself about us. We were having a conversation about a subject I no longer remember when, because of a funny remark from her guardian, Jean plunged into hysterical laughter which had the unhappy result of upsetting a glass of wine. The liquid spread into a large vermilion and scarlet stain on the table cloth.
I myself had broken into laughter on seeing the look of consternation on the girl's face. I had not realized that the wine had spattered all over the Doctor's costume.
When I finally came to realize this, the Doctor was wiping his suit with a napkin dipped in water while Jean was making profuse apologies when suddenly her nerves let go and she broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
Serge regarded both of us angrily. With a curt voice he called Barbara. When Barbara arrived he ordered her without a word of explanation or preliminaries to take the rascal Jean and give her a good spanking.
Accustomed to such orders, the young woman took the poor little thing, now no longer in a mood for laughter, by the arm. Seating herself in the chair she had pushed away from the table she maneuvered the brat who did not dare rebel over her knees.
With accustomed agility Barbara had pulled up the skirt of the young girl revealing to us a delicious rounded bottom imprisoned in tight white panties.
The little panties were soon pulled down to her garter. Jean made a timid and useless protest on feeling the fresh air caress her thighs desperately contracted in apprehension.
"Make it a good measure," ordered Serge. "Make it a couple of dozen. It has been a long time since she had her last spanking and, no doubt, she must miss them."
During the first few smacks well applied with a firm hand my lover took my hand into his. We occupied first row seats to enjoy this spectacle, as we were seated together on the opposite sides of the table.
Soon Jean had begun to whine and sniffle. Her bottom acquired a deep rose tint. The generous slaps resounded dramatically through the dining room.
In spite of myself, I felt a strange pleasure take hold of me in seeing this spanking generously applied to my young and tender friend's pretty bottom. My pleasure was most certainly shared by my lover, for his trousers revealed a distortion which only an erection could have produced.
The last few strokes applied with full force brought screams and cries from our poor Jean and transformed her pretty ivory bottom into a peony of the loveliest and deepest scarlet.
Once the punishment was ended, her panties were replaced and both she and Barbara left the dining room. I knew from the excitement on Barbara's face that she would console our little Jean in her own sapphic manner.
As for Serge, he helped me rise from the table and led me to the salon. There on the carpet on all four paws he took me with the same violence the spanking of his pupil had provoked in him.
In the beginning of winter he informed me one morning that I would be alone for two weeks as he had to go to the provinces to settle important matters and that unfortunately he could not take me with him.
I took advantage of this solitude to be with my beautiful and tender friend Barbara. The very first evening I called her to me, anxious for her sensitive fingers and tongue.
To revenge herself for my long absence and to increase her own notion of her value the villain played hard to get and wanted to be coaxed. Seeing that I was about to get mad she embraced me and asked my pardon, and in her mocking manner shouted with delight.
"Freedom for us! When the cat is away the mice will play. We may not dance but you see how we'll amuse ourselves."
Indeed it was a most delightful party we had, we three, for we decided immediately on Jean's participation in our love play.
Had Serge returned by some unhappy accident of schedule and opened the door to my room he would certainly have found a surprising scene to behold: Three nude bodies of women mixed together in a tangle of the lewdest possible embraces.
We enjoyed a thousand follies. Among these there was one I had long desired. To have myself caressed and sucked by Jean and more especially to caress and suck her, for I had often dreamed of holding her little nude body in my hands.
She proved even more delightful than I could have believed. She was a veritable Tanagra doll, but a living, warm blooded doll, already delicately licentious.
Mad with joy Barbara and I covered her with kisses, teasing, fondling and caressing her like the living doll she was.
The little darling gave herself with naughty delight to all our demands and fantasies.
When we asked her to masturbate she placed herself in a way which would satisfy our lewd curiosity to advantage. With her small hand in her yet immature pussy she began to play with her clitoris. The knowing rhythm of her movements and the manner of her caresses left no doubt of a secret sexual penchant well practiced.
Needless to say the following morning we were ' totally exhausted. We found ourselves, the three of us, with deep circles reaching half way down our cheeks.
Fortunately the boss was absent, for we would never have been able to stop his ironical reflections and his knowing superior smile.
On his return I naturally quit my lovely friends and again consecrated myself to the desires of my lord and master.
In the villa behind the lofty iron grilling the days rolled on in a soft tranquility until from time to time the visit of one of Doctor Smetena's beautiful patients would provoke a new storm of voluptuous pleasures.
It was on one such occasion that I saw running toward me shaking with emotion my little Jean.
As soon as she was near she cried, "She is coming. She telephoned. She will be here this afternoon!"
"But who will be here?" I demanded, completely nonplussed.
"Oh, my rotten luck," sniffled the rascal. "I thought she would not come again."
"Now come, my dear, of whom are you speaking?"
"Of Madame Foley!"
"Madame Foley," I repeated without showing signs of recognition.
"But yes, you must remember I told you the story one day. It is she who loves to give me a spanking every time she comes. Please, Toni, I implore you to protect me. Don't let her do it. She is too mean."
"Now, now, calm yourself, Kitten. We will see what strategy we'll use to escape this serious danger," I replied smiling at her fright and my own duplicity, since I too wanted to enjoy the same pleasure as Mme. Foley.
"Do you think we'll succeed?" she demanded, showing an anxious grimace.
"We can certainly always try, especially as you prefer to pull down your own panties," I continued, watching the effect of my taunting on her pretty but disturbed face.
We spent the whole morning seeking a solution to permit Jean to escape the spanking with which her lovely ass was threatened to satisfy Madame Foley's personal perversion.
I could not think of any solution other than for the both of us to escape into town and return that evening only after the too-demanding lady had departed.
The only thing that could have foiled our plan would have been Serge's announcement of her arrival, and his demand that I should assist with her treatment.
Fortunately he did not mention her visit to me. Either he had forgotten or, perhaps, to stimulate his own pleasure he wanted to surprise me as I had not yet made the acquaintance of this unusual patient.
I asked Jean if her guardian had told her of Mme. Foley's intended visit. This fortunately was not the case. She had overheard the telephone conversation only and being crazy with fear had immediately hastened to tell me.
Our chances therefore were good. I took Barbara into our confidence, telling her that we would go shopping as if we didn't know anything about the visit of our sadistic patient. She was simply to tell the Doctor this, when with great surprise he would discover our unusual absence.
We passed an excellent afternoon. First we went to a cinema, thereafter, since Jean was hungry, we went to a pastry shop.
When it turned seven o'clock I judged it to be time to return. I surmised that the danger was past and that the patient had long since left.
Hardly had Barbara the time to open the door and to give us a sign, which, alas we didn't understand, when the door of Serge's consultation room opened. He stood in the doorway regarding us without a word but with a look not too reassuring.
I was of course quite troubled, for I felt that he had had need of me and would certainly not be content that I had left without letting him know or asking whether or not I could thus absent myself.
As for the poor Jean, who now pressed close to me in fear, I sensed that she had escaped one spanking but would no doubt get another.
Nevertheless I tried a feeble excuse about having seen a special sale at the last moment. Not having wanted to miss it, and since he had not been there, and as no patient was expected that day, I had permitted myself....
He regarded me with an air of irony and skepticism. Without saying a word to me he turned to Jean and chastized.
"And you, you now take it upon yourself to go out without even telling me!"
"But, but, but I went together with Antoinette," she stammered.
"Yes," I hastened to the defense, "don't growl. It was I who asked her to join me."
"I see. Contrary to what you thought, however, my little Antoinette, I had the visit of a patient and have looked for you in vain. But," he continued smiling, "that is of no importance. Come in a moment, both of you. We will have a serious talk!"
Saying this he stepped aside, allowing us to pass before him.
Entering the room and advancing toward his desk I turned my head. In the corner I saw a young brunette in her early thirties nonchalantly smoking a cigarette as she watched our entry. She was elegant of figure and dress and wore her abundance of black hair in a horse's tail falling down her slim neck.
As soon as Jean saw her she gave an outcry of panic and fumbled searchingly for my hand.
I understood at once that we stood before the famous Mme. Foley.
I must admit I was surprised. I don't know whether it was Jean's fear and my concern for her which put images into my head. I expected a woman long matured and hardened. The woman before us was young, charming and really beautiful. I should, of course, have realized this for otherwise she would not have been Serge's patient.
She approached us slowly and passing a hand of long graceful fingers over Jean's fiery and reddened cheeks demanded in a most charming voice:
"Well, my little darling, how could you choose the day of my coming to disappear? I had hoped so very much to see you today. Fortunately your guardian counseled me to await your return. Otherwise I would have already left without having embraced you. That would certainly have been tragic, don't you think?" she added with a smile full of mischief but also of charm.
Jean did not utter a word in reply. She appeared like a little mouse before the cat about to crunch it.
"Have you lost your voice, little charmer?" she continued. "I'll bet that very shortly you will have found it again and that we will hear your customary little chant. You know I have not shown such for patience for nothing."
Turning toward me she threw me a speculative but friendly glance and asked the Doctor who had joined us after having closed the door:
"I presume this is Antoinette of whom you have already spoken. Well, she is charming and according to what I see she is Jean's good friend. I am certain that she is more indulgent of her caprices than even you, my dear Serge!"
"My dear," he protested, "I don't know where you get the idea that I am over-tolerant of her caprices!
"In any event I must admit that today's is hardly pardonable and since I know your immoderate taste for this sort of thing I delegate you the authority to punish this escapade."
"How wonderful you are, Serge," purred the lovely lady. "I did not think that you would have had me wait in vain. But," she added throwing me a malicious look, "have you realized that your charming assistant is also at fault? Perhaps even more so than Jean?"
"I have considered the question. For the moment occupy yourself with the younger culprit. We will see later about the other!"
Hearing this I felt a shiver of anxiety. What had he meant by this remark?
My reaction and reflexes were interrupted by a screeching of fear as my poor Jean, sniffling and crying, sought to extricate herself from Mme. Foley's grip.
Seated in an arm chair, Madame had already pulled Jean to her and was already removing her coat.
"Don't cry like that, darling. You will soil your pretty face," she said in a voice so soft as if her sole function were to console the little one.
Taking her own handkerchief she wiped Jean's wetted cheeks while at the same time asking her to place herself flat on her stomach over her knees.
The feared command doubled the flow of tears of my young friend.
Without further ceremony Madame Foley rolled Jean's dress up to her kidneys, revealing a lovely posterior half hidden by the small panties bordered with lace which I myself had given her the day we had purchased lingerie.
"Ah," exclaimed the young woman. "Is it in my honor, little kitten, that you are wearing such delightful panties?"
With these words she eliminated the miniscule bit of white stuff, uncovering the two lovely cheeks of her bottom, tightly squeezed together by her fear.
I began to understand the pleasure Madame Foley would derive. I too felt myself strangely moved by this licentious undressing and the view of Jean's delightfully rounded bottom.
Had I now had the power to restrain Madame Foley and to spare Jean this humiliating correction I would not have lifted a finger. Whereas I had sincerely sought to protect her I now felt a compelling desire to watch the spanking.
I was not to wait long. Already Madame Foley's hand flew into action, striking with full force the tender globe of the world which was instantly turning a deep rose. Soon the slaps reached the momentum of a long and uninterrupted salvo.
No doubt because of my presence Jean remained stoically silent for some time. Soon, however, her tearful cries alternated by her supplications formed a choir with the dry smack of the hands reddening the bouncing bottom of my poor friend.
When she was finally permitted to rise to her feet her face, literally bathed in tears, testified irrevocably to the smarting pains burning her lower back and ass.
With intense pleasure Madame Foley continued to play with her nude bottom for another few minutes.
After replacing the young one's panties herself she embraced her moist cheeks and permitted her to leave.
When the door had closed on my poor little friend the alarming young woman turned to me and demanded smilingly what I would say if I should be treated in the same manner.
With a forced smile I replied that I thought I had passed the age of submitting to a treatment reserved for children.
"But certainly not," she exclaimed. "On the contrary, it is a little divertissement one may enjoy at any age, providing the subject be young and lovely and soft like you. That would be most interesting. What do you think, my dear Serge?"
The Doctor, who till then had limited himself to the role of silent spectator, declared the idea to be certainly most tempting and that for his part he desired to see if I were more courageous than Jean.
Horrified, I protested energetically and refused completely to lend myself to such an experience.
Whereupon my lover embraced me tenderly and whisperingly assured me that it was only a gentle game. Wouldn't I therefore amuse myself together with them?
When without a word I continued to hesitate he added that Madame Foley would stop as soon as I expressed the desire.
Wouldn't I consent?
I gave an uncertain smile, but nodded my head in assent.
Serge gave me a big kiss and taking my wrists in both his hands pirouetted me to Madame Foley's easy chair.
She immediately began pulling my clothes up to my belt. I felt truly uneasy and fearful about this perversion when her cool and nervous hands began busying themselves with my under clothing.
Soon my bottom was bare.
I could not choke back a cry of shock and pain as the first slap struck me cruelly a few seconds later.
Before very long it seemed to me that my bottom burned as much as if I had been sitting on a red hot kitchen range.
Unable to support more of these stinging, burning slips I cried for her to stop as it burned too much.
My charming executioner played deaf however and gratified me with another good half dozen smacks for good measure. When my cries became screams of true pain she finally stopped.
It was certainly time. I could not have stood any more.
The hands a few seconds ago so hard and severe turned soft and caressing as she set about rubbing gently the painful region.
It even seemed to me that I felt two cool lips softly kissing my bottom now rendered scarlet by the rude treatment inflicted.
My lover who had all the while held me in the required bent position released my wrists and taking me into his arms asked smilingly if I had enjoyed this new pleasure.
I replied poutingly that if anyone had had pleasure out of it certainly it was not me. On the contrary I found that it hurt terribly and that I did not like it at all.
"Exactly, my dear," pontificated Madame Foley, "the joy lies in the fact of knowing that the victim does not like it!"
"Oh, you," I exclaimed in an acid tone, "I should like to see what kind of a figure you would cut if you were receiving the spanking instead of giving it!"
"Well, well," she retorted laughing amusedly. "Look, she is actually peeved, the poor kitten. Come now, frankly, Mignonne, did it really hurt as much as that?"
"Yes," I reiterated with an air of conviction.
Actually this was no longer true. I now felt an exquisite warmth radiating from my buttocks and coursing like liquid fire most agreeably throughout my entire body.
Madame Foley knew only too well these effects. Sensing that I would be in a state of torrid sexual excitement, at least unconsciously, she turned to the Doctor inquiring gently:
"Don't you think my dear Serge that our charming child deserves some sort of recompense for having so complacently given herself to our pleasure?"
"Yes, yes, I think you are right. But what do you envision as a just reward for her?"
"That is easy. You could fuck her. That is, of course, if she likes it. As for myself, I have a mad desire to watch you make love to her."
"My dear Janet," replied my lover growlingly, "you are becoming most demanding. Nevertheless I am ready to offer you that pleasure, but I don't know if Antoinette will accept."
"Please, please, I beg you, Serge," pleaded Madame Foley. "I beg you, please, fuck her, fuck her in front of me. I want to see you do it."
I had remained silent during this dialogue, asking myself if I should cede to my own desire and say yes and accept.
My lover spared me the need of deciding. Taking me bodily in his arms he catapulted me on to the sofa occupying a whole corner of the consultation room.
Since my buttocks were still bare he needed only to raise my skirt to my waist to have me at his disposition and ready to receive him.
At this moment Madame Foley precipitated herself toward us and in a voice surcharged with excitement begged:
"Wait, wait Serge. It is I who will prepare you. Let me, please!"
Before he could make the slightest indicative gesture she was on her knees before him, her hands furiously busied with the buttons of my lover's trousers.
Reclining on the sofa I could see her taking the root between her caressing hands as if trying to judge its promise by its weight. Then with a light movement of the wrist she began to slowly and rhythmically caress my lover's magnificent phallus.
Under the slow backward and forward movements her fingers, curved into a caressing sheath, his phallus began to swell and again take on its impressionable form.
Suddenly, in total abandon, the beautiful young woman approached her face and opening her lips swallowed so much of this big banana as to swell her cheeks beyond capacity.
With his head bent toward this kneeling beauty my lover watched with visible pleasure the gliding of the lips locked around his enormous penis and the slow movement of her face shuttling back and forth the length of this turgid, burning column.
When a few minutes later she straightened herself up it was to officiate further as master of ceremonies and animator.
Taking the huge member, slippery with her saliva, in her hand she guided it carefully into my pussy, trembling now with anticipation.
The brutal stretching of my pussy by insertion of his phallus animated to enormous size made me cry out in utter pain. The imperious mouth of my lover choked the second cry into a sensual silence.
Only my agonized breathing, oppressed and accelerated by this fornicating assault of my dear boss broke the silence.
Madame Foley, kneeling near the couch, followed our movements with eyes burning with excitement. Then she reached out a hand and began lightly brushing our two organs united as if they were one while at the same time she fingerfucked herself excitedly while we fucked.
Feeling the delicate caresses of the young woman on his testicles which doubled his ardor and, no doubt, to offer a larger field of operations to the perverse fingers of his beautiful client, Serge caught me by the ankles and folded my legs against me to where my knees touched my breasts.
In this foreshortened position, I felt myself opened still wider, more accessible. When my lover's organ in all it's enormity and fire again penetrated me I believed myself torn ruthlessly apart.
My desperate cry of pain brought only cries of delight from my cruel ravisher.
The slow and rolling forward and backward caresses to follow grew more and more voluptuous.
Together we attained the dazzling, shattering summits of the most intense orgasm of my life.
In the background of the moans and cries of our voluptuous abandon I heard the joyous and hysterical voice of our belle voyeur encouraging us in such crude and licentious terms as I had never heard from the mouth of a woman.
When our mutual excitement had subsided we naturally felt slightly embarrassed. This was soon overcome, however, when Madame Foley, with a smile of delight and sincerity said that I was truly a doll and that she understood the infinite pleasure of my lover fucking me whenever he desired.
It was understood before Madame made her departure that we would continue our interesting love match for three at an early date.
With a roguish air Madame Foley departed, with the remark, "we shall add some agreeable variations, my dears!"
With the passage of a few months I noticed that Serge, who had always been so attentive to me was acting strangely toward me.
My heart was stricken with fear. I felt that if my lover lost his sense of humor, and if at times he seemed so far away from me and lost in thought, it was because I no longer pleased him and that he was searching for a way to break our relationship.
I had come to be madly in love with him. My early attachment had become transformed into such a deep passion and affection for him that I wished never to be away from him. I wanted to be constantly near him, to serve his every desire like a slave, a happy slave who adores his master.
When finally I asked him what the matter was he would not tell me a thing other than assure me tenderly that all was well and that I was imagining things and entertaining a bunch of foolish ideas.
In spite of these reassurances I saw that he was lost in preoccupation while absentmindedly watching me undress.
Fearful of displeasing him I contrived to satisfy all his tastes and appetites, that is to say I did everything he demanded of me. One day, or rather, one evening he demanded something which hitherto he had never openly demanded of me. He had indicated a strong desire on several occasions, but only through suggestions and hints.
Here is what happened:
The day being chilly I had put on a lovely pair of scotch plaid slacks to go walking with him in the woods.
During our walk he took advantage of there being but few strollers along certain walks to hold me against him and to caress me according to his desire.
At one moment while we were on a miniscule footpath lost in the middle of thicket he turned about a moment supposedly to satisfy nature's urge.
On facing me again, however, he stood there with his phallus in his hand. Reaching it toward my face he complained of the cold and teasingly asked me to warm his phallus up in my mouth.
I was little frightened of being surprised in such an occupation, but he assured me saying that no one ever came to that part of the woods.
Reassured I squatted down before him and began to play with his thing while he braced himself against the trunk of a tree, ready for heavenly pleasure.
Under the pressure of my gliding lips and the slippery warmth of my saliva I felt his phallus slowly expanding. I had the sensation of feeling an animal awakening.
I had just sunk his organ farther into my distended mouth when a nearby noise troubled our tranquility.
In one leaping movement I was on my feet while he strove to dissimulate the flagrant object. Laughing all the while I watched his difficulty, for his toy having been excited to is utmost dimension no longer fitted into its usual prison.
With a loud curse, which made me double up with laughter, he buttoned his trousers and assumed a pose of decency just in time for the appearance of an innocent stroller at the edge of the path.
"What a shame, you were sucking me so beautifully," he growlingly complained as we continued our walk.
"Don't sulk, darling," I said laughing. In a lowered voice I continued, "If you wish, later when we have returned home, I will suck you completely. You know very well that I adore making you come in my mouth."
"Shut your mouth," he fumed. "You excite me too much. Come, we'll make a tour of the lake."
He rented a boat and we began the tour of the body of water. Having rowed a short distance into the lake I became uncontrollably cold and shivered miserably. Curling up onto my seat, I still felt the blowing of a light but penetrating wind which did not permit me to take hold of myself.
Serge had noticed this and proposed that I should row to warm up. We exchanged places but his seat was too low for me so that I had difficulty in manipulating the heavy oars.
To my great astonishment I succeeded only in making a lot of noise and to send cascades of water spraying to the back of the boat and into the face of my lover who was mocking my clumsiness.
My experiment had warmed me however. My cheeks had become a fiery red when Serge decided it was time to teach me to row correctly.
"You will see," he said, "it is not difficult, but since the seat is too low for you, you will sit on my lap."
I followed his instruction and did succeed finally in moving our boat in the right direction.
I was seated straddling his thighs, my bottom resting on his. I was delighted to discover that I was stroking the water and causing a rhythmic and sonorous splashing.
We had reached the island in the center of the lake and the shelter from the wind it offered. Fatigued and winded from rowing I let myself fall back against the breast of my lover. Holding me around the waist he began passionately kissing my neck and biting my ear.
I was contentedly thinking how nice it was to see him again joyous, again attentive and affectionate when I felt a stiffness under my buttocks.
The soft movements of my hot thighs had reawakened his powerful phallus and was now pressing hard against my back.
"You're making me crazy," he whispered in my ear. "Your warmth against me and your slacks make me feel as if I had a boy on my knees and was getting ready to make love to him."
As he said this half in earnest and half teasingly, I called him a villain and a pig which made him laugh and brought a sparkle to his eyes.
His eyes still glowing Serge said:
"Darling, what would you say if I treated you as a boy? You know how much I desire to taste this kind of pleasure with you. Tell me you would like to?"
"What a horrible idea," I exclaimed in reply. "No!"
"But why such objections?" he said smiling into my eyes. "Maybe you will like it once you have tasted this forbidden joy."
"No, certainly not! I do not want to. Do you realize what you are asking. Don't you realize that you would hurt me?"
"But, my lovely darling, who is speaking of hurting you? On the contrary you know that I only desire your pleasure."
"Yes, yes! Useless to try to entangle me in seductive phrases," I said pointing a menacing finger for emphasis. "I know only too well that with your large organ you will hurt me and I don't want to."
"Come, my love, be generous," he continued trying still to persuade me softly, seductively. "You know how much I desire you. Shall we try it this evening?"
During all this persuasion, whispered softly into my ear, he had opened the zipper at the side of my slacks. Having lifted me slightly higher on his lap his hand had insinuated itself into my panties and was persuasively fondling the object of his desire.
"Well, if you don't want to it is because you love me less than Hector, regardless of all you have said to the contrary."
"Oh! Serge," I exclaimed pained by his remark, "how could you say that!"
"You say you love me more than him?"
"I swear it, and I think you know it!"
"Well," he concluded triumphantly, "why did you do it with him and refuse to with me. Come now explain and don't you dare to tell me that it isn't true for it was he himself who told me!"
"Serge, my love, I want so much to give you pleasure, but I am afraid."
"And what about Hector?"
"It is not the same thing. I was surprised. He forced me to do it and it hurt me terribly. As for you, you are much stronger, much bigger than he. It would be terrible. I beg you not to. And why, my love, must you do this when we amuse ourselves in so many other ways?"
"All right. We won't talk about it any more!" Taking the oars he began to row hurriedly toward the landing on the other bank.
After a few strokes he asked me to be seated on the other seat facing him as he feared to hurt me accidentally in rowing.
With a heavy heart I raised myself from his lap where I had been so smug and happy and took the seat facing him.
He had assumed a closed manner, his jaws tightly held together.
Seeing him thus I felt very sad and asked in a low unobtrusive voice: "Are you peeved, Serge?"
-He continued rowing without a reply as if he had not heard me. I could not contain myself any longer and fell to crying softly.
"Oh, stop your crying," he scolded. "I said we wouldn't mention the matter again."
"But, darling a short while ago you were so charming and attentive," I whined in the desperation of my unhappiness.
He did not reply however. After having returned the boat to the keeper, we started home. He was walking hurriedly before me. When I tried to take his hand he had sunk them belligerently into his pockets.
Having trotted behind him for some time and feeling desperate and despondent, I stopped in the middle of the walk.
I must really have looked miserable for suddenly he retraced his steps. Taking me in his arms he pulled me tight to him and kissing my cheeks humid with tears, humbly begged my pardon for his wickedness.
"You know well that I adore you, my doll. It is because of this adoration for you that I am like that. My desire for you is so intense that I have a craving to please you and to hurt you. Do you understand this, my love?"
"Yes," I said still sniffling lightly but restored to serenity by his confession. "I too adore you, my lover and to prove it if you want to this evening you can do to me what you do desire," I added, relieved to have at last acceeded to his lewd demands.
Overjoyed he began to caress and fondle me. While I was striving to regain my smile he announced that he had something of great importance to tell me. But so as to compensate me for my graciousness he would make this a surprise afterward.
That same evening when we were alone in our room he himself, devoured by desire and impatience, undressed me.
To remove my apprehensions and resistance he had me drink several glasses of liqueur. These had made me drunk as a lord and put me into a most agreeable state of well-being.
Happily, laughingly and with the best intentions in the world I prepared to give myself to his desire by taking the required position; kneeling on the bed, my breasts prostrate on the sheets, my face between my open hands.
Chuckling with delight I felt him caressing my thighs and bottom and then spreading the cheeks of my ass to discover my folded daisy which had contracted on contact with the cool air.
Turning to sneak a furtive and apprehensive look I saw him lubricate the head of his phallus with saliva to make it slide in better.
Suddenly I had the sensation of being touched by a big, hard and hot thing.
I had hardly assimilated these sensations when I felt myself physically lifted from the bed by the merciless penetration of his enormous root.
It became instantly animated into vigorous and deeper penetrating thrusts.
The pain of this forceful penetration brought me back to my senses with burning and bitter tears.
All my pleas and complaints, all my appeals for pity fell on deaf ears. Serge would not let himself be dissuaded and continued according to his perverse desire until he reached his complete satisfaction in a screaming orgasm.
When he had finally released me and I had remained lying there prostrate he asked me with noticeable anxiety if I had been happy to have accorded him this very special delight.
In a voice still hoarse from my tears I replied that he was a brute and that he had certainly injured me as the pain had been excruciating, much more so than when Hector had sodomized me the first time.
He reassured me by saying that next time this would be much easier and less painful. Since I cried out in terror at the prospect of a new attack of this kind he gave an amused smile which let it be known that he would well know how to impose himself when he so desired.
Still smiling but this time less sardonically he asked me if I cared to know his secret.
My curiosity made me forget my difficulty and I began avidly to question him.
He played with me like a cat with a mouse making me make a pile of guesses. When he saw that I was still unnerved and was again about to break out in tears he announced:
"We are going to marry."
This was so far from my expectations that I remained completely dumbfounded.
"You will become my wife," he declared explaining that he loved me so much that he feared losing me. Laughingly he added, "I will tie you to me by the chain of marriage. I will make you Madame Smetena."
"But," he inquired with marked concern on seeing me still speechless, "the news does not seem to have made you happy. Am I perhaps mistaken? Do you not love me as much as I have thought?"
I threw myself into his arms and reassured him on this point. My happiness at the thought of becoming his wife was so clearly manifest that I did not need to speak.
With a teasing smile he demanded if I would know my role as his young wife when the day came. Continuing in this gay vein he said that in order to avoid any unhappy incidents this memorable day we would proceed to have a rehearsal.
Pulling me full length under him he cajoled: "I am going to marry you right now!" Needless to say the rehearsal was a big success in every way. He did not leave me alone until I fell asleep in his arms, lifeless in delicious fatigue.
Is it necessary to recount the ending of my little love story?
Since a year I am Madame Smetena. Our mutual love is increasing a little every day.
I am living a dream existence between my amorous husband and his little darling, my enchanting friend Barbara who shares all my intimate secrets, my little doll Jean who is becoming more and more licentious, and, of course, all our lovely patient friends who now frequent our establishment on Lake Drive more than ever.
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DOCTOR, SCREW THYSELF
She looked, as she walked swiftly along the corridor, like a lighthearted young girl with nothing more serious on her mind than a matinee. Her face, under a halo of hair as softly golden as spring sunshine, had an angelic look. The casual observer was unaware that her piquant, cherubic face hid a lustful, ardent, passionate nature. Only her full, ripe, womanly figure gave a hint of possible pleasures if one had a chance. Though her body was covered by her white doctor's coat, it was also revealed. Her firm, round breasts pushed against the white cloth of her jacket and made it fall in unexpected lines. It attracted all eyes as she passed through the corridor of the G-U department, where men patients were waiting on the benches along the wall. Nor was the swaying of the lady doctor's hips lost on them, either. Some of the men felt an unexpected warmth coursing through their bodies and a perceptible rising in their trousers at the thought that perhaps the lady doctor was going to examine them. But Dr. Emmy Dale had only one thing on her mind at the moment-confirmation of her date with the new staff member, Dr. Tom Hood.
She entered his small cubicle of an office and was relieved to see he was alone. It would make it easier to satisfy the lust that filled her at the moment and couldn't be put off until their date that night.
"My, it's warm here," she said, unbuttoning her jacket just enough to reveal the upper halves of her bubbies, making Dr. Tom wish she were a patient ready to be examined. She sat down on the desk opposite him and leaned forward enticingly, so that, looking into the top of her jacket, he could see more of her titties. He could almost make out the nipples as they thrust forward suggestively.
He jumped up and locked the door. Going swiftly up to Dr. Emmy, he put one arm around her shoulder and thrust the other into her jacket and grabbed one of her breasts impulsively. He was not usually so forward, but his own lust was high and she seemed to be inviting familiarity.
"Don't be so rough, doctor," giggled Emmy, poking at the fly of his white linen trousers, where she could see the bulge of his big prick. She felt how hard it was getting.
By now, Tom had her breast completely out. He pulled at the nipple and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her titty.
"I'd like to examine you more thoroughly," he whispered. "I'd like to probe your belly with my hungry shaft. Here's where I'd like to put it." Suiting action to words, he unexpectedly thrust his hand under her skirt and felt for her cleft. He found her cunt and jabbed an imaginary prick.
All at once there was a knock at the door. The doctors sprang apart and rearranged their clothing. Tom opened his door, admitting his nurse, while Emmy went on talking casually about an imaginary patient...." and so I told him you would be at my home office at half past nine tonight, with your special instrument." She winked at him as she went out.
Tom was left behind with that unsatisfied, randy feeling. He felt as though his prick were burning a hole in his trousers. He'd have to quench the fires in him that Emmy had so aroused. He regarded his nurse with a speculative gaze. She was busy putting some cards in the file. She was tall, dark-haired, and very thin. Her skin was white, making her full lips look even more sensual. Her bosom was extraordinarily large and full for her slender figure. Her waist was very slim, but her buttocks were full and round. She had a truly slender, hour-glass figure. All her sex features were prominent. What was unimportant was slender. Tom noted that Nurse Anne had long, dark hair. Her mouth had full, soft, red, pliable lips. Her breasts probably reached her waist. A man could bury his head in her bosom. Her buttocks trembled with each step of her well-rounded, firm thighs and calves.
"You're very pretty, Nurse," said Tom.
Anne glanced coquettishly at him. She shrugged a shoulder, causing a commotion of her titties under her starched white blouse which rustled.
"I've been wondering when you would notice me as a woman," she smiled.
Tom, for the second time that day, locked the door. "I'm ready to look the woman's angle over and examine the situation further." He approached her slowly, eating her up with his eyes. She stood facing him, her back against the filing cabinet, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her excitement. Tom put his arms around her. He hugged her hard to him, squashing her bubbies against his chest. He put his lips on hers and kissed her. He was rewarded with the promise given by her full, soft, sensual lips.
When Anne felt Tom's lips on hers, she opened her mouth and put her lips completely over his. She made a peculiar motion with them, sucking his lips a little ways into her mouth. Then she put her tongue into his mouth and rolled it around inside letting it slide over his tongue. Tom hugged her harder, rubbing his belly against hers. She could feel the hard lump between his legs prodding at her thighs. She put her hand down and opened the fly of his trousers, releasing his large, hot, stiff prick.
"What a magnificent tool," she thought. She began to rub her fingers along its full length. He moaned with delight. With their tongues still buried in each others mouths, he felt for the buttons of her uniform. He opened them, but found her full bubbies were well protected by her brassiere.
He fumbled and tugged until at last he succeeded in pulling out one large, soft tit. It was soft and cushiony, like a little pillow. And like a pillow, it resisted his pressures with a resiliency that was tantalizing. The pink rosebud of a nipple was like a button in the center of the pillow. He mauled and pulled and tugged at her breast. He lifted it up by the nipple to her shoulder, letting it go and catching its weight in his palm, hefting it and enjoying its weight. Holding her tightly around her waist, and pulling her by the tit, he walked awkwardly until he reached his desk. She was still sucking his tongue and rubbing her hand up and down his big cock.
When they got to his desk, he released her. Tom placed her facing the desk. He bent her over it, so that her face and chest were on the desk top and her behind was conveniently facing him. He lifted up her skirts and pushed aside the wisp of silk that covered her dark-haired cunt. He ran his hands over her beautiful white buttocks. He pushed the cheeks apart and probed her moist, pink cunt. He rubbed a forefinger up and down its hot, slippery length.
Feeling that she was ready for a real probing, he braced himself firmly on his legs. He took his tool and placed the tip of it against the waiting hole in her cunt. Resting his hands on her buttocks, he pushed his way in a little. Then he plunged in to the hilt, forging his way up her hot, moist juicy love-channel until he banged against her with his balls. Then he removed his hands from her ass, and put them around her until he could hold her titties and away inside that hungry cunt of hers, which was doing queer things to his prick. The walls of her vagina were clinging to his prick and seemed to be exerting a suction-like power on it. His prick was firmly squeezed and released by her unusual vagina. The action excited him all the more. He began to move his rod in and out with long, steady strokes, ramming hard against her each time he moved forward. In and out, faster and faster, until he felt he was going to come. He held still for a minute, feeling the pulsations of her womb and vagina as she throbbed with her spending.
Then when her juices had wet his prick, he pulled it out of her and spent all over her ass. The warm jets of semen spurted over her ass and slid down her thighs, wetting her stockings. He got a towel and wiped her clean and dry. When she turned around, her breasts bounced around loosely, while she put his now small, soft, limp prick back into his trousers. He was jiggling her breasts the whole time. Their size and cushiony quality fascinated him. They looked at each other, sighed and smiled in mutual satisfaction.
Dr. Tom decided she was not a bad piece at all-in fact a lovely piece. He began to think about his date with Dr. Emmy. He'd like to have Anne along for tonight. "Would Emmy mind?" he wondered. "Better not ask her just bring Anne along." So he made the arrangement to pick up Anne and take her.
"But what about the patient you have to look at in Dr. Emmy Dale's house tonight?" questioned Anne.
"Well-we'll stop there after dinner. It will not take long. Then we'll go on to our own fun," replied Dr. Tom.
But he did not tell Anne that Emmy was the patient he was to examine!
Dr. Emmy Dale made her way back to Pediatrics. She was hoping there wouldn't be much left for her to do. She was jumpy from her aroused feelings that had been left unsatisfied. She felt like a pent-up dynamo. Her vagina was wet and warm and filled with longing for a good fucking.
"Oh-well," she fretted. "It'll have to wait," and swung and swayed her sexy hips down the corridor to her office.
Luckily, there was no work left. Her nurse had tidied up and was ready to leave. She sat down at her desk and made a few entries in a little memorandum book. She told her nurse she could go now. As soon as the nurse was gone, she locked the door. Then she walked over to a cabinet, took out a small key from her pocket, and unlocked an almost invisible lock in the lowest panel. Sure enough, it was an invisible drawer. She took out a strange object. It was a pinkish rubber mass, twisted and shapeless, like a collapsed balloon. Putting it to her lips, she blew and blew into it. In a matter of moments she had inflated this queer object which now resembled a male organ-a large shaft, about eight inches long and two inches across, with the ridge and cord clearly denned. It was a very life-like dildo, even to the rubber balls. It had an elasticized belt with which it could be fastened around a woman's body or an object.
Emmy now took this inflated dildo and wrapped the belt across the seat of her chair. How funny this prick looked, waving up from the center of the chair, the rubber balls flattened out along the top. She took off her white coat. Now she was just in her slip and panties. Her breasts were pushing up out of the top of her slip. They were small, round, firm, and prominent, like balls. The nipples stuck out sharply, giving a pointed effect, somewhat like those on Egyptian statues. She slipped out of her panties.
Walking over to the chair with the dildo, she rolled up her slip. Her thighs were like white marble, smooth, round and firm. Her deliciously pink cunt was visible through the golden hairs that covered it protectively. She stood astride the chair and could feel the coolness of the air as it swept over her now wideopen cunt, with the inflated prick under it. She held the dildo steady with one hand. With the other, she spread the lips of her cunt wider, to receive this organ. She pushed down on the tip of the prick. When her aim was right, she pushed all the way down. At last she was sitting all the way on it. She was facing the back of her chair. Now she held onto the chair back and began to move her body up and down, with long, regular, steady strokes, up to the tip, and down to the bulbs. Her motions were as even and steady as the hands on a watch. Finally, like a musician, her tempo increased but with the same, inherent steady rhythm. At last the rhythm broke. Leaning her head on her arms, her shoulders and hips jerked with the force of her orgasm. Her titties vibrated with the energy of her spending. When all was over, and her excitement subsided, she sighed. This time there was no shrinking prick to slide out of her. She lifted herself up off the rubber shaft. It was shiny from her juices. She walked over to the sink. She washed it carefully; dried it, and deflated it. Then she hid it in its secret drawer again.
"Ah, well," she said to herself as she was dressing for the street. "Maybe it's better to fuck myself than not to fuck at all. At least it can't argue with me, and it never disappoints me."
On her way out, she collided with a large, gray-coated man, who stopped suddenly in front of her. His name was Dr. Hal Matson.
"Why, Dr. Matson," cried Emmy. "What are you doing here?"
"Just got into town," said Hal. "I'm taking a brief vacation. Thought I'd look you up. You know how I always cared for you. Free tonight?"
"We-ell-not exactly. But let's make it a party. Tom Hood is supposed to come. Why, Hal, we can make it a real party!"
Off they went, arm in arm, until they got to Emmy's car. Hal drove it. Once home and out of their coats, Emmy called her grocer's and arranged for a variety of foods to be sent. Hal made some highballs. They relaxed on the couch, sipping their highballs and reminiscing about the good times they used to have.
"What a screwy bunch we and the crowd were," recalled Hal. "Medical school was more fun than I've had since."
"Screwy or screwing?" giggled Emmy.
"Well, if our fucking fool heads weren't fastened on so tight, I bet we'd have screwed them off." And he laughed uproariously. "Say, remember that time, on the picnic, when the wind blew up hard and we found out Mary never wore panties? All us fellows kept her ass warm for that night."
They both laughed at the memory of Mary, and how the fellows took turns warming her ass. There were six couples on that picnic.
They were eating a late lunch. The weather was mildly cool, since it was early spring. Mary wore a pleated skirt. The wind had been rising steadily. Suddenly a strong gust blew. Mary was bending over a basket to take out some more food when the gust of wind came and blew her skirt high up and settled it on her back. Now, Mary always acted the prude before the crowd. To see her thus, and to discover that Mary never wore panties-that she was always ready for action-was too much for the crowd.
She was seized roughly and gaily. Her skirt was fastened to her waist. Now not only were her buttocks revealed, but also her thighs and softly rounded belly. The triangle of hairs at the base of her belly was light brown. As she struggled with her captors, her cunt, pink and exciting, kept revealing itself. Her buttocks began to get gooseflesh and somewhat blue from the cold.
"Hey, Mary's ass is getting cold. Let's warm it up," shouted one fellow. He threw Mary across his lap, rump up, and began to slap her, with rapid smacks of his palm. Her ass began to turn pink.
"Here, I'll hold these up for you," called another fellow, and he lay down on the ground under Mary's head and chest. Her breasts were hanging down and swinging in that position. He slipped his hands under her blouse and grabbed her tits. While the first fellow was smacking her bottom, he was tugging and squeezing and otherwise caressing and playing with her breasts.
"Let's see how warm she's getting," called out still another fellow. He stuck a forefinger into her pink slit. "Wow, is she getting hot," he shouted. All the fellows, and finally, even the girls, took turns sticking their fingers up her cunt to feel how hot she was getting. She was squirming and wriggling so much now that her captor stopped smacking her bottom and concerned himself with just holding her in place. There was much laughing and joking as they prodded and poked Mary in her cunt.
It wasn't long before they went from her cunt hole to her ass hole. They compared the warmth of her cunny with that of her ass. The roughness and smoothness; the wetness, and the tightness. Finally Hal shouted, "I have just the right thermometer to take her temperature," and he pulled out his swollen prick. What a tool-long, and thick and ready for ramming. Mary's captor held her firmly across his lap. While the second fellow was still playing around with her tits, Hal spread the cheeks of Mary's behind, and rubbed his big tool up and down the length of her moist slit until his tool was nice and slippery. Then he worked it into her ass hole a little ways, slowly and gently. Gradually he worked it in as far as it could go. Mary moaned with the pain of it.
"Relax," instructed Hal. "Relax and you'll enjoy it." But Mary couldn't relax at once. Her anus held onto his prick with a powerful sphincter grip. Hal was merciless. He worked his prick in and out. Suddenly he felt the muscular condition of Mary's ass hole loosening, and at the same time feeling more crowded. He looked down.
Sure enough, one of the girls was poking away with her fingers inside Mary's channel. She was screwing and churning her fingers in and out and sliding them around the clitoris. The sensations of having her breasts and cunny and ass hole played with all at the same time was too much, and Mary began to relax her asshole and moan and squirm in ecstasy, coming with a long drawn-out "O-o-oh" as her spending flowed out of her cunt.
Emmy approached just then, and sat down on the ground at Hal's feet. She felt for his balls and began to stroke and caress them. Soon, he too, came, almost knocking Mary down with the powerful heaves of his abdomen. When he had spent, squirting his juices deep into Mary's belly, literally, he tried to withdraw his diminishing prick. But Mary's ass-hole would not release it. At last he pulled it out, with a plopping sound.
Thus ended the picnic that Dr. Emmy and Dr. Hal were recalling.
"I wonder what became of Mary?" mused Emmy.
"Oh, she married Charlie."
"He's the guy who smacked her bottom," said Emmy.
"That's right. Now she always has a warm ass. Charlie likes to smack her bottom until it's good and red. Then he fucks her-but good. You know, it takes him a long time to come, so Mary's marriage is really a screwing affair, lucky gal."
"Lucky gal is right," retorted Emmy.
"Marry me. I'll screw your head off every night," proposed Hal.
"I might take you up on that," answered Emmy, leaning over and giving the bulging place in his trousers a squeeze. "If you could always keep this hard for me."
"I'd do my best," he said, cupping her hand over his bulging prick so she could feel the size of his erection even better.
"Wheee," she squealed. "Let's see this mansized prick."
She opened his fly. Out popped Hal's handsome prick, a veritable fleshy club, rearing its head, seeking a place to bury itself. Emmy stretched herself out on the couch. She pulled off her panties and pulled up her skirts. She needed no preliminary play. Her cunt was ready. Hal mounted her. He spread her legs and wrapped his arms about, her thighs. He buried his prick inside her waiting cunt. Her golden sex hairs mingled with his dark sex hairs. She circled her buttocks around and around, the speed increasing with her approaching climax. He came with her, the couch creaking under the force of their jerking bodies. Hal collapsed on Emmy's bosom, his limp prick large even in its non-erect state, still buried in her pulsating cunt.
After awhile, they sat up. Emmy made a light snack for a quick supper. They would dine out later. Then she took a shower. She put on a sheer black lace negligee. Her titties could be seen, like butterflies fluttering under the lace. Her belly button and golden triangle of hairs was faintly visible also.
"You look good enough to eat," said Hal, nibbling at an ear.
"Don't eat me now, Hal. Take your shower. Dr. Hood will soon be here. You'll get into my bed and when he comes we'll tell him he has a patient to examine."
Hal took his shower. Then he stretched out on Emmy's bed completely naked, under the sheet and blanket.
Soon the door bell rang. In walked Tom and Anne. Anne was slightly embarrassed. She did not know how Emmy would take her presence. Tom said he had a date with Anne too, and couldn't they all have a party together? Emmy got his point at once. Why, this would be even more fun. Wait until she sprang Hal on them.
"Wonderful!" she cried. "You're both here just in time. Anne, it's good you're here. Come this way. I have a patient for you to examine."
She led them into the bedroom. The room was dark, with just a dim light coming in from the other room. They could make out a person apparently asleep under the sheet. Tom and Anne quickly took off their coats. Tom felt in his pocket for his stethoscope. He approached the bed, Anne right behind him. Hal opened his eyes and moaned feebly. He whispered hoarsely, "I have a peculiar sensation, sort of a prickly feeling, right here." He touched the general region of his belly.
Tom pulled back the blanket, while Emmy, at the same time, put on the lights. Then he laughed gaily. A prickly sensation indeed. No sooner was the sheet off than Hal's big prick was waving back and forth, nodding its purplish head, upright and perpendicular to his belly.
"You old son-of-a-gun," laughed Tom.
"Boy, we'll examine you. There won't be an inch left untouched. Anne, shake hands with Hal. He's a former mess-mate of mine. We mated and messed around with each other, I'll show you how. But first, shake hands. Hal, meet Anne."
An idea occurred to her. Just as she was about to take his proffered hand, she seized his waving prick and shook that instead. They all laughed delightedly. "You're one of us," they said.
At Emmy's suggestion, they all stripped. Emmy marveled at the size and weight of Anne's breasts. She had to prod and poke and squeeze them. She had Anne jump up and down, just to see them bounce and hear them slap softly against her body every time they rose and fell. Hal made her sit on the bed. He buried his head completely in her titties. "I would like to fuck your titties," he told her.
Anne was obliging, but didn't quite know how he would do it.
There was a low stool, nicely upholstered in a soft material, over by the wall. Emmy brought it to the bed. When Anne sat on it, and Hal stood up in front of her, his prick could touch her large, pendulous breasts. He stooped slightly, grabbing her breasts by the sides. He pushed them together until they were surrounding and pressing his prick. Her resilient flesh kept escaping him. He squeezed her titties close and tight; tighter and tighter. Then he kneaded them close, rubbing them along his prick. He began to move his ass back and forth, crushing her breasts around his prick.
Emmy worked her hand between their bodies and played with his balls. Tom got on his knees behind Hal and played with his ass. Soon Hal came, the semen spurting out of him, and filling the crack between Anne's breasts. The creamy liquid flowed down, and slid along her belly, and was caught by the hairs of her sex triangle, where they piled up in a little pool. Emmy got a towel and wiped her clean.
Then all four of them stretched out across the bed, at right angles to its length. Their feet dangling or propped up on the edge. The two men were in the middle. They talked idly of various things. As they talked their hands roamed over each others bodies, straying across two bodies at a time even.
Tom decided it was time to show how he and Hal used to mess around. "I always licked him, too," he said, winking. The girls sat up to watch this.
Tom turned Hal over on his belly, so that Hal's ass stuck up. Then, beginning at his neck, Tom began to lick Hal. He licked him as a mother cat licks her kitten. In and out, up and down, his moist tongue went stroking. Behind each ear, over his neck, his shoulders, along the length of his spine, until he came to the buttocks. Then he went to his feet, starting at the ankles, along the calves, up and down each thigh, stopping again at the buttocks. Now he spread Hal's thighs apart, and the girls could see how his balls and prick were resting in the bed. His ass hole was made visible when Tom pushed the buttock cheeks apart. It was round and brown and covered with a few dark hairs.
Tom buried his nose in the crack of Hal's ass, and began a tongue job on his rectum. He licked all up and down the crack, and tried to get his tongue in.
Emmy lay down next to Hal, flat on her back. She spread her legs, showing her cunt, again ready. It was a glistening pink in its nest of golden hairs. Hal buried his hand in her cunt. He pulled at the hairs and rubbed the clitoris, and squeezed the lips. Anne lay down on Hal's other side. She spread her slender thighs and revealed a warm, red gash ready for screwing.
Hal buried his other hand in Anne's cunt. Now, whatever one hand did to Emmy's slit, his other hand did to Anne's. He was thrilled at having two cunts to fool around with, especially while Tom was making him so warm and randy with the licking from his tongue.
All at once Tom got up. He went to Emmy's dresser and found the jar of cold cream. He put some of the cream on Hal's ass hole. Then he placed himself between Hal's legs. He pushed his prick against Hal's anus. With his two hands under Hal's belly, he lifted his behind higher, and pushed his prick all the way in. As soon as Hal felt his ass hole stuffed by Tom's sausage, he squeezed the cunt of each girl. He found their love channels. Working two fingers of each hand up each vaginal tunnel, he screwed and churned them about, working his fingers faster and maddeningly as he felt, from the squirming and groaning and cries of the girls that they were about to come. So was Tom. With a loud grunt, he emptied his balls in Hal's ass. As he relaxed over Hal's back, Hal withdrew his fingers, now sticky and gooey with girl juice. The girls lay relaxed also. Hal wiped his fingers on the hairs of their sex triangles.
"Fucking's all right, in its place," he yelled, "but when do we eat? I'm hungry."
