Lewis Memorial Hospital was the most modern structure of its kind, not in Boise, where it had been built, but anywhere in the world. It wouldn't be much longer before some other hospital was built with even more features, but for the moment, the Idaho-based hospital was the most modern, the most advanced, and the finest hospital in existence.
The head of the Cardiology department of this particular hospital, Dr. Ira Carr, had worked long and hard to achieve his position. Only forty-five, the good doctor was not only the finest heart specialist in that part of the country, but was also quite a stud as well. Where other doctors became frustrated after awhile, unable to find funds for the new equipment constantly coming into existence, the head of Lewis Memorial's Cardilogy department had been extremely resourceful. He had used his penile and lingual talents to convince many a dowager to invest in Lewis Memorial. Unlike other doctors, Carr didn't run around looking for donations. A hospital was a business, like anything else. If you poured money into it the right way, you took a lot more money out. True, there was a clinic for all the poor people unable to afford first-class hospital and medical treatment, and there was even an association formed for the caring of most middle-class people in order to keep them from going broke. But the real money came from those people who worked for companies that had full hospitalization coverage. Most of these people were middle income as well, but they had the intelligence to take advantage of any and all hospitalization plans offered by the company for which they worked. It was the insurance companies that made hospitals a multi-million dollar business, and Ira Carr knew this. So he had convinced a whole bevy of middle-aged, wealthy widows to invest in Lewis Memorial, and as a result got himself appointed head of Cardiology.
As a Cardiologist, the doctor was able to continue his medical practice, but at the same time he was also able to see which of his patients were in need of loving care. Most important, he was able to determine which of them had hearts strong enough to take it.
A little exercise was good for the heart, and a reasonable amount of sexual activity was also good for the heart. Carr felt it was up to him to show many of his female patients, especially the attractive females, just how much sex should be indulged in to keep the heart working properly. Being an astutely clever man, he was also well aware of those women who were not interested in him in a physical sense, and as a result always knew when to steer clear of them.
CHAPTER TWO
Geralyn Greene was a long, willowy blonde-the type one sometimes saw modeling in fashion magazines. She had short blonde hair and a very slim body. Her breasts were beautiful, though it was obvious they were large enough to fill any man's hand. She had started out as a model until she had met Arnold Greene, a man with plenty of money who promised her all the creature comforts of life in return for her marrying him. He had been fascinated by her, her flashing brown eyes, and the sensuous full mouth that seemed to always be smiling.
Gerry knew a good thing when she saw it. Arnold Greene was a good man. He wasn't too demanding, but neither was he a. He was the kind of a man who would never be poor, and realizing this, Gerry had married him.
Two years after their marriage, when Gerry went to the family doctor for her semi-annual checkup, she was told she had developed a heart murmur. Though the family doctor felt it was nothing serious, he told her it might be wise for her to check into Lewis Memorial for two days and let the heart specialists give her a thorough checkup. Gerry had agreed.
Gerry had been faithful to her husband in her fashion during those first two years of marriage, basically because she had not been, up to that time, a sexually demanding woman. Her husband had been the first man to possess her, and as a result, his desires became her desires. He brought her to a climax each time they coupled, and Gerry never felt incomplete or dissatisfied. Though some of her girl friends, especially those at the tennis club to which she belonged, loved talking about sex, Gerry merely listened, amused that the other women were able to find something so mundane, interesting. It was an animal instinct as far as she was concerned and once every three or four days, she felt an inner craving her husband was able to quell. So much for sex. It definitely was not what it was cracked up to be.
Gerry's husband took her to the hospital, and he promised he would stop by the following day, during visiting hours. Gerry assured him he need not worry. This was simply a more thorough checkup. People who had heart murmurs lived perfectly normal lives, and nine times out of ten usually died of something other than heart failure.
The hospital room she had been given was a private room. like everything else in the hospital, this one had the ordinary hospital bed, and didn't even have side rails, since it wasn't a bed for truly sick people. The motors in it were more powerful than those in the average hospital bed and so the bed moved into any desired position that much more quickly. The room, itself, cost five-hundred dollars a day, and no insurance company at this time was willing to pick up such a tab. However, Gerry's husband was wealthy enough to afford it, and he wanted his wife to have nothing but the best.
Gerry was impressed by the efficiency of the hospital. The moment she was installed in her room, a nurse came in and gave her a hospital gown, telling her to prepare for a whole battery of tests. For the rest of the day she had blood tests, spinal taps, EKG, skin tests, eye examinations, ear examinations, and she was proctoscoped, as well as having a pap smear done and being given a gynecological exam.
She was taken from one room to another as each test was completed. Then she was wheeled back to her own room in a wheelchair.
Gerry was bored, very bored. Her heart would be examined the following day when x-rays would be taken. She wasn't worried, at this point, of possibly being opened up. The family doctor had told her it was not something terribly serious, but it would be a good idea for her to have a complete cardiac examination.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the door to her room opened as she lay in bed watching TV, and the tall, olive-skinned doctor walked in. He had jet-black hair, smoldering brown eyes, a straight, firm nose, and a rugged jawline. He wore a white coat with his name printed on a small pin on the left side.
"Mrs. Greene," Ira Carr said, approaching the bed. "How unfortunate that we meet under these circumstances. I'm truly sorry. However, better safe than sorry."
Gerry looked at the man and frowned. He was talking down to her as if she were one of the middle class patients who believed doctors were gods who had the answer to everything. If there was one thing she had learned from marrying Arnold Greene, it was that men, no matter how great because of their work, no matter how important because of their wealth, and no matter how respected because of their occupations, were still basically the same as any blue collar worker. Gerry had learned not to be in awe of anyone, man or woman.
This wasn't to say that she didn't think the man attractive. The doctor was a very handsome man. What was more, the way he was flashing his white teeth at her told her he knew he was quite aware of his charm.
"I suppose this is the only way we would have been able to meet," Gerry said to him. "Though you have a quaint place here, doctor, I'm looking forward to leaving it as quickly as possible."
"Understandable," the doctor said, taking her wrist and checking her pulse. His touch sent little sparks shooting through Gerry. She didn't know why she felt that way, but she had to admit a certain fascination for the man.
"Kindly remove the hospital gown," he said politely to her, taking the stethoscope from around his neck and putting it into his ears.
Gerry felt more than a little ill at ease. It was one thing to undress in front of the family doctor, or, for that matter, the two medical men who had examined her vagina and rectum, but in front of this man she felt more than a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he was so boyishly charming. She found it difficult to think of him as a doctor, but she rather thought of him as a handsome man who would be looking at her nakedness.
Sighing, as if to effect an air of indifference, Gerry slipped the hospital gown over her head. The doctor had her lean forward and he checked her lungs, nodding.
"Lie back," he told her. "I'd like to listen to your heart."
She lay back on the bed, breathing heavily when she saw the way his eyes lighted on her pink-tipped breasts. When he pressed the end of his stethoscope against her left bosom, she gasped.
After a moment, he took the stethoscope away, and said, "You have a murmur, all right, but I don't think it will cause you any trouble. To be sure, tomorrow we'll finish all the tests."
"Assuming something is drastically wrong," Gerry said to him, making no attempt to cover her body. "Do you think it can be rectified?"
"That's like asking me to make a diagnosis over the phone," he replied. "However, let me assure you, from what I've heard, no kind of operation will really be necessary."
Gerry felt unaccountably warm, but she remained sitting, thrusting her breasts forward, as if daring the doctor to touch them. Ira Carr smiled at her and said, "You can put the gown on now, Mrs. Greene."
"What about sex?" she asked, making no move to cover herself.
"As I said, I'll have to check your heart before saying anything. I want to make a videotape of your heart while it's beating."
"How can you do that?" Gerry asked.
"By using a fluoroscope and recording the results with videotape. The videotape will let me see your heart as it's pumping, rather than merely photographing it as an x-ray would do. There'll be x-rays too, but it's the fluoroscoping I want to see."
Smiling at her, the doctor turned to leave. When he reached the door, he said, "Put on the gown, Mrs. Greene. We don't want anyone looking in on you and seeing you like that."
Aggravated without knowing why, Gerry suddenly scowled and slipped the gown over her head, letting it slide down and cover the upper half of her body. The doctor smiled once more time, and left.
CHAPTER THREE
The tests the following day took much longer than Gerry would have believed. It wasn't until after she was finished that she was permitted to have something to eat, and that was at two-fifteen in the afternoon. Afterward, she took a shower in the bathroom then settled down to watch more TV.
A half hour went by, and then the door to her hospital room opened and Dr. Carr came in.
"Well," he said, smiling at her. "There's a murmur there, all right, but to phrase it as simply as possible, it won't cause a weakening in the walls of your heart, and you're about as healthy as ever. You'll probably live to be a hundred."
"What about sex?" she asked.
He was standing at the side of her bed, and he smilingly said, "All you want."
She laughed a short laugh at that, saying, "All I want, doctor? To be very honest with you, I don't require very much. For some reason, although sex is necessary and somewhat satisfying, it isn't what the books and movies make it out to be."
"Are you telling me you don't enjoy sex?" he asked.
"Oh I like it, I suppose," she nodded casually. "But I guess I must not be that attractive. I mean, my husband sleeps with me once or twice a week, whenever he gets the urge. Though he manages to satisfy me, I just don't feel anything that terrific. If I were more attractive, I suppose he would sleep with me more often."
"That's not true and you know it," Carr said to her, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Your husband's sexual drive is somewhat limited, that's all. If you were with a man whose sex drive was greater, not only would your own probably increase, but you would undoubtedly enjoy it much more."
"Doctor, it's obvious you don't think that much of me as a woman, either. Otherwise you would not have looked at me as if I were a side of beef when I lay naked here, yesterday."
As far as Ira Carr was concerned, the way had been opened for him. This was an exceptionally beautiful woman, and he intended taking full advantage of her.
"Mrs. Greene," he said in a soft voice. "You're an extremely beautiful woman, and you know it. Frigidity doesn't become you--. : I'm certain if you can't find all the satisfaction you want at home, you'll be able to get it elsewhere."
"Are you volunteering, doctor?" she asked, her eyes brightening.
"I never do anything to make my patients disrespect me," he answered. "I'm a doctor, first, last, and always."
"Suppose I told you that I wouldn't think any the less of you as a doctor if you made love to me?"
"I would say that is very surprising, coming from a woman who claims she doesn't care about sex."
"Let's stop playing games, doctor. My husband makes sex dull. I find you an extremely attractive man, and though it never even occurred to me to cheat on my husband before, I'm willing to prove my sincerity for adultery, right now."
"How?" Carr asked, taunting her. "I don't think it wise to start something you can't finish."
"You talk too much, doctor," she snapped.
Carr was about to reply when his mouth snapped shut with a jerk as her hand reached out and electrifyingly pressed against the front of his pants. He almost jerked away, her movement taking him totally by surprise. She wanted him all right, and she was making no bones about it. In a way, she was a refreshing change from all the other female patients he'd had to cajole and convince. This one was trying to convince him, her hand continually stroking his fly. It took no time for his penis to start growing, and he knew she was very much aware of it.
"I want to prove something to myself," she told him. "You see, mother always brought me up to be a lady, and being a lady meant rebuffing the advances of men. Then I got married and I accepted everything my husband had to offer. However my husband made me feel almost frigid. Sure, I was capable of climaxing, but all the orgasm did was relieve my frustrations. It wasn't anything thrilling. I'm not a naive woman, doctor. If I'd felt you were going to refuse me, I would never have been this brazen."
"Well then, I think it only fair to warn you not to fall in love with me. What you and I can do is indulge in something purely physical. Is that understood?"
"Perfectly. Perhaps I need to be wanted for my body. My husband chose me as a wife because he wanted me as his flashy sexy showpiece for all his friends and business associates. I think it high time someone wants me for myself."
"Oh I agree, I definitely agree," he nodded.
"You're different from any other man I've ever known, doctor," she said to him softly. "I think, deep down, you must be one of those rarities, a truly evil man."
"Evil?" he asked, "I'm not the one who started the seduction, Mrs. Greene."
"Mrs. Greene sounds much too formal considering what we're about to do, doctor. In fact, my calling you doctor under the circumstances sounds somewhat ridiculous."
"Perhaps," he nodded, "but I'd prefer you calling me doctor nevertheless. Since you've initiated this, suppose you allow me, as the male, to continue this, Mrs Greene..."
"Please ... call me Gerry."
"Just relax, Mrs. Greene" he said, emphasizing her name. "What we're doing may be extremely intimate, but it should be understand that we're doing it strictly for the physical pleasure involved, and not because either of us feels an emotional attachment for the other."
"Oh you are a bastard," she gasped.
"In a way, I suppose I am," he nodded. "Now suppose you just relax and take it easy, and I'll do everything..."
Carr helped the lovely lady recline on the bed, talking in a soothing voice to her as he watched her short, blonde hair spill all over the pillow. His hands were deft, raising her hospital gown, revealing the fullness of her lushly ripened breasts. She lay back with her eyes glazed, barely conscious of what he was doing, and she lay there, unmoving while he slid his hands over her belly and massaged her rounded hips.
Her soft, pink nipple tips swelled and enlarged, rising from the circles of her areolae as a cool rush of air washed over them. This was one of the few rooms in the hospital with its own thermostat, and the temperature in here was ten degrees lower than in the rest of the hospital. Gerry was aware of the swelling of her nipple, and she realized she was about to be unfaithful to her husband for the very first time. It frightened her a little, because she felt a tug of emotion, something she had never felt with any other man.
She tried struggling, suddenly wanting to sit up, but Ira Carr gently restrained her.
"Take it nice and easy," he said to her, seeing the regret in her eyes that she had begun something she really didn't know the first thing about. Still, she did have the urge for extra-marital sex or she wouldn't have started it. Carr knew his women, and he knew, deep down, this one wanted to be forced.
"You're ... going to do it, aren't you," she gasped, not asking, but making a definitive statement.
"I'm going to do precisely what it is you want me to do," he replied. "I'm going to make you feel better, and for a little while I'm going to make you forget about your husband and your money and the dullness that has invaded your life. I'm going to make you forget everything but simply how pleasurable a sexual encounter can be. Nothing imagine, nothing ornate, just simple man-woman coital contact-you and me."
Gerry was already picturing the sight in her mind as if she and the doctor were apart and the mere imagining of what he was going to do to her had her all ablaze with burning lust. Yes, it was time for her to have an extra-marital affair, and she had really been waiting for an opportunity such as this one for the longest time. When else would she have an opportunity of being alone with a desirable man without having to worry about her husband discovering what was going on? Yes, yes, she had mentally known from the start that this was what she wanted. Why else had she started all this?
Her slender hands doubled into fists as she thought about the almost-careless way her husband handled her, treating her like some piece of merchandise, and not high-class merchandise, at that, using her body for his own convenience. Granted, he always made her climax, but if he hadn't, it wouldn't have meant anything to him one way or another. She was sick and tired of simply getting her frustrations calmed by an uncaring husband. It was time that she, as a fairly wealthy matron, find some men of her own and have some meaningful affairs-well, meaningful when compared to what her husband was giving her, anyway. Even if her husband found it out she didn't much care. He was the kind of man who would try to avoid scandal at all costs. True, he would slap her around a bit in an attempt to discourage what she was doing, but the question of divorce would never come up.
That was when she realized the doctor's head was leaning forward and he was breathing on her nipples. He wasn't touching her in a professional way, but rather as she had expected he would when she had started teasing him. Suddenly she was scared. She hadn't expected the man to agree so readily. Gerry had thought she would have to continue teasing, taunting and cajoling the man into fucking her. At least that would have given her control, to some extent, over the situation between them. But she realized that at this moment the doctor had wrested control from her, and he was taking the lead.
A spate of fear suddenly charged through her quivering body. Another man was fondling her in a similar way, and she really wasn't used to it, after all.
"Please ... " she gasped. "Doctor, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry ... but I've change my mind. I don't want to go through with this, after all. I apologize for acting like some kind of tease, but..."
"But? But Mrs. Greene ... dear Mrs. Greene, I'm going to make you feel really good. You're going to feel even better after I've fondled and stroked that furry little pussy of yours. It's a very pretty one, by the way. As a doctor, I've seen many vaginas in my time, and allow me to congratulate you on having one of the most utterly beautiful cunts I've ever looked at. When I'm finished with you, you'll forget all about the indifferent manner in which your husband has treated you. I'm going to show you that sex can be fun, even when done in a simple, missionary way."
As if completely hypnotized by the doctor's soothing words, the lovely blonde sank back against her hospital bed. His tantalizing words filled her conscious mind, filling that need in her for the desire to be wanted and loved. Suddenly she found all her new-found resistance melting. This was the reason why she had started all this in the first place. She would have to be a fool not to get something out of it. Good God! Did she intend going through the rest of her life being bored by her husband? It wasn't as if the man was cheating on her on the outside. Not that she would have tolerated that, either. But she knew she was much too sensuous a woman to allow herself to continue existing with sexual indifference. It was time to become sexually free, damn it! This was the perfect man to lead her astray. She had known that when she had taunted him.
Drawing in her breath sharply, the slender blonde writhed when the man's hands slowly slid down over her hips and caressed the full lengths of her long, slender legs. Her buttocks were automatically bouncing up and down on the bed, as if in the rhythm of love. He had such an arousingly delightful touch, and she felt thrilled at being nakedly stretched out on the bed in full view of the handsome doctor.
"Someone might come in," she whispered.
He rose from the bed, walked over to the door, and turned a lock, which automatically put a Do Not Disturb Patient sign in the slot above the door handle on the outside. This was one of the many touches he and the heads of the other departments had added to the private rooms, thereby allowing patients "conjugal visitors."
Carr returned to the bed and stared at the delightful body of the beautiful blonde woman with a lusting intensity. She was every bit as lovely naked as he had imagined when he had first spoken with her and when she had been fully clothed. Now he wasn't looking at her as a doctor eyes a patient. As a patient, Gerry Greene had checked out a hundred percent. She was, in essence, no longer his patient. So the good doctor didn't feel he was breaking any Hippocratic oath in admiring her as a man admires a woman.
His hungering eyes fell from the creamy twin peaks of her lovely rounded, quivering breasts, moving along the flat of her stomach to the golden-curled triangle of her lushly pouting V. His awakened penis was pushing strongly against his dark trousers, but he had a lot of time, and he had no desire to hurry this. He felt he had brought the stunningly beautiful blonde to just the right emotional pitch by talking as long as he had, telling her what he was going to do with her. With her! Those were the key words. Her husband always did things to her. The knowledge that they would be sharing an experience rather than his merely using her was all the lovely woman really needed to know. She was suffused with just the right amount of burning desire to readily accept his romantic overtures. Yes, Ira Carr knew his women.
"You're an extremely beautiful woman," he went on, making his voice gasp with the genuine admiration he felt for her, his hungry stare continually devouring the thrilling perfection of her lovely marble-white torso. He knew his words of praise would thrill her, and he was able to understand her husband's wanting such a lovely "ornament" to adorn his household. What he was not able to understand was why the damn fool didn't take full advantage of this specifically beautiful woman. Obviously the man had a low sex drive, and such men were better off marrying frigid, or near-frigid women.
Gerry was feeling more and more anxious to continue with every passing second. Now, more than ever, she was overjoyed at the thought of continuing what she had started. Initially, she hadn't realized just what infidelity entailed, and she had thought it would merely mean more of what her husband had given her physical satisfaction or at least physical relief which her body had been craving. Now, for the first time, she was aware of the inner intensity she was shudderingly feeling. Here she was, lying in this hospital bed, totally naked, with a man she no longer indifferently thought of as a doctor. He was a man, and he had aroused emotions in her she didn't really believe existed. Instead of letting her emotional feelings tear her away from all this, she felt herself being drawn closer and closer to the anxious man. Anxious! Another key word. Her husband had always possessed her almost indifferently, as a means of satisfying both their animal needs. But this man was aroused at the thought of fucking her. Fucking! What an absolutely beautiful word. Her husband had used her, fornicated with her, spilled his seed into her body, and had even made her come, but he had never really and truly given her the kind of solid fucking her body craved. At last, she was allowing her true, inner feelings to come scurrying out.
"Dear Mrs. Greene," the doctor was saying to her. "You're so much more a woman than you ever dreamed you were."
He was talking in a voice husky with lust, and he stretched out on the bed beside her, surrounding her with his arms, covering her with an over-eager embrace. She was completely surprised, and she didn't flinch or pull back when his warm, pulsing lips met hers as she had feared she might. On the contrary, she was reacting precisely the way she had imagined she would react when her hand had first touched the bulge in the doctor's pants. She kissed back ... hard. What was more, it was the most enjoyable kiss she had ever known. It was a thrill she would never forget.
Almost immediately the good doctor's tongue slipped gently between her teeth, and not only didn't she mind, but she welcomed it. She liked it! Her own working tongue intertwined with his, and the two of them began titillating one another. Shivers of completely unexpected delight suddenly began working their way through Gerry's body. She had never known loving was this wonderful. Unconsciously, she pressed the fullness of her straining breasts against the man's white coat, and slowly but surely her weakly trembling thighs began parting, once more revealing the richly glistening wetness of her full, fleshy cunt lips.
Carr was now kissing the woman even more fervently, knowing she had never experienced true passion before. This was the way to induce it. His hands coursed salaciously over her naked body, and she loved it. Of course she loved it! Instinctively Carr understood this was the first time she was being treated like a woman instead of an object or a possession.
Gerry gasped, feeling the man's seeking hand drop between her tantalizing thighs, gently grazing against her tremendously sensitive vaginal flesh. She gasped and panted as she had never done before, feeling a suppressed pleasure she hadn't previously known. She was already feeling the throbbingly erect little bud of her tantalizing clitoris pulsating with an excitement hitherto unknown. Her body had really been starved for love. Yes, it was definitely a kind of love. Though her husband professed to love her, he had never loved her body. Fucking was, after all, the most exciting way of expressing love. With her husband, it was always in, out, over and done with, and only because she was naturally moist in her vagina was she able to climax so readily. But now, every inner nerve-ending felt thrillingly alive, and she was eager to absorb her handsome doctor's touch.
Her mind was awhirl with lust as it had never been before. She wanted to believe the man with her loved her, truly loved her, but she knew better than to think he would love her once this was over. Perhaps it was better this way. She too, was capable of loving and kissing and teasing and tantalizing, and if she was able to feel like this with any man, then she probably would feel equally good with the many future men she intended enjoying. Lord! She felt herself shamelessly thrilled and aroused by the good doctor's tantalizing caresses as he fondled her in a way her husband had never done.
She stifled a gasp of surprise when Carr finally stood, pulling himself away from her lithe form, and she was more conscious than ever of the yearning need for which her body clamored. She felt almost bereft, her tortured body inwardly craving more of the incredibly thrilling, sentient caresses.
Her eyes were shut and she heard movement, and then she heard the man say, "Open your eyes, Mrs. Greene. I want you to see everything as well as feel it. Sex is something to enjoy with all your senses."
Her eyes snapped open and the blonde woman found herself staring directly at the thick, blood-bloated penis sported by the good doctor. The huge, burgeoning head was pointing at her, looking like a gigantic cannon protruding from between his thighs. His huge, hairy balls dangled behind the penis as if to counterbalance it.
"I-it's so big!" she gasped, panting involuntarily, unable to tear her gaze from the rock-solid length of the organ. Lord! It was so much larger than her husband's.
"Neither too large nor too small," he told her, smiling at her. "It was made to fit inside you, honey, and I'm going to fuck you with it. What's more, I don't know to what extent you feel what your husband does, but I promise you, this time you're really going to feel it. This will be one sensation you'll never forget."
Staring at the immense organ, Geralyn Greene suddenly felt fright take possession of her. She had never imagined the doctor sporting anything quite so immense.
"I'm afraid!" she gasped, once again sitting up in the bed, thinking to stand and find some way of slipping on her hospital gown.
But Ira Carr had had enough. He knew what the woman really wanted, and he had no intention of letting her conscience suddenly take command, not only leaving him unhappy, but leaving him frustrated. The woman was telling him she wanted him to force her, he was able to read that much into her.
With a firm but gentle shove, the man pushed the lovely blonde down and onto the bed. She tried kicking at him from her supine position, and smiling, the now-naked doctor gripped a flailing ankle in each hand. Totally oblivious to her shuddering moans of pain, he forced each wildly jerking thigh far apart. He didn't want to hurt her, but her constant struggling was forcing him to temporarily do so by giving her friction burns on her ankles. Once more he gazed at the revealed pink slices of her labia, avariciously staring at the hair-lined split. For a long, long moment he smiled and remained that way, hungrily staring at the pulsating vaginal furrow, and then, realizing she was at least calm enough not to shout out, he knelt and guided the impatiently throbbing head of his anxious cock toward the tiny, narrow opening. God! She looked really tight! Once she got used to the thickness of his cock, the doctor knew she would enjoy what he was going to do to her.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, and having her nakedly stretched out like this on her bed was an invitation he was physically incapable of refusing. Verbal assurances of tenderness at this time would have been wasted words. She had started all this, and though she was attempting to back out of it, the doctor knew, if she didn't do this with him, she would sooner or later find someone else. It wasn't as if he were the corrupting influence. Hell, he was going to fuck her! There was a desperate, uncontrolled clamor in the depths of his sperm-bloated testicles, and he was aware that holding back would only ruin things for the both of them. In order to mentally prepare her for the immenseness of his cock penetrating her cunt, the doctor would have needed three or four hours.
He simply didn't have that much time. He had allocated just so much to this woman, and then he would have to see to his other patients. But it would be better for the patients if he attended them with no frustrations inside him. Had the woman not provoked him, he probably would not have allowed himself to become this emotionally involved, and there would have been no frustrations. At the present time it was too late to think about backing off.
Gerry lay on the bed, almost paralyzed at the moment. She watched as the doctor positioned himself between the widespread alabaster columns of her thighs, and for the first time she was genuinely frightened at having started all this. The lust which had been provoking her for such a long time to start something with another man had been dissipating for the moment, and she finally realized the stark reality of her position. Backing out was something she was unable to do. There was no hope of this man backing off. True, she might scream, but what good would that do? The doctor would jump into his clothes and unlock the door and then say she had become mentally unstable. Even though she felt a sense of security with him, she was also apprehensive, frightened that his thick cock, when entering her, might cause her pain. He seemed to be some kind of lust-crazed automaton whose only desire was to plunge his red-hot spear into the tightness of her narrow canal.
She had been so busy thinking about what the doctor was going to do, Gerry never realized he was actually doing it.
"Hhhhaaaauuuunnnnggggrrrrhhhh!" she gasped, a sudden, blood-chilling moan all but whooshing from her lungs as, with a single savage thrust, the good doctor succeeded in literally ramming the entire thick length to the hairy balls in the depths of her futilely resisting vagina.
Gerry lay there, moaning softly, over and over. She realized he had completely skewered her with a single thrust. The thickly rigid shaft was buried solidly into the tight depths of her tautly quivering, trembling belly.
The hurt was so overpowering, for a moment she thought she was going to cry, but no tears came. Her throat suddenly felt very dry and raspy, and she knew, now that the man had penetrated her, there was nothing for her to do but lie back and let him finish. She had to bear up under this in order to preserve her own sanity.
The good doctor maintained the full length of his thickly impaling shaft all the way inside her heatedly clasping vagina for quite sometime, flexing it repeatedly, forcing her narrow interior to adjust. As the moments wore on, her tunnel widened, and only then did the doctor begin a slow withdrawal. The tight inner membranous wall clung very tenaciously to his thrusting shaft as he pulled out, and when only the helmet-shaped head was still inside her vagina, he slammed the full length of his cock forward again.
"Haaaannnngggghhhh ... aaaannnngggh-hhh ... uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, feeling the stolid length sink deeper and deeper.
Once again the man's thrusting penis hit bottom, but this time the resistance was definitely much less. He was glad to find her vaginal channel slowly but surely accustoming itself to the full length of his long, solidly throbbing cock. Carr had to admit, the wet, slick feel of her sucking pussy around his fleshy spar was absolutely delightful.
The doctor's fingers tightened on the soft, white flesh of the lovely woman's hips, and he began establishing a slow but definite rhythm, moving his driving cock in and out. His lust-inflated cock sank as far as possible into the sweet narrows of her flooded pussy, still causing it to widen a little, and then the organ pulled out again with the same smooth movement.
Now that the initial stretching of her cunt had subsided, Gerry realized she didn't inwardly feel bad at all. In fact, her thoughts were more than a little confused because she was starting to feel things she had never felt before. Not only that, but her mind was returning to the initial thoughts it had had concerning the seduction of Doctor Carr. Yes, it was happening, at last. She was cheating on her husband, and now that there was no pain involved, it seemed like a very logical thing to do. , Desire was building inside her at a very fast rate, and she knew deep down this was what she wanted.
In spite of herself, in spite of the barrier she had temporarily erected in her mind when the doctor's cock had first thrust its way into the teeming tightness of her narrow pussy, the old lusts and desires were not only returning, but were filling her as never before. Thrills were shooting through her vaginal trough now, blasting through her with a strength she had never previously believed' she'd had. There was no way to put a halt to the slow, barely discernible churning that was beginning to gain control of her hips. She was unable to stop the natural acceptance of her eagerly anxious vaginal tunnel, nor did she want to, any longer. The thrilling passions building in her were so overpowering, she found herself incapable of bridling them, nor did she really wish to do so.
Oh God! This was heaven, after all. This was everything she had ever wanted. This was the kind of feeling she had striven for with her husband. Never before had every sensory part of her shuddering physical self been so thoroughly and completely attuned to the wonderful reception of the thrilling pleasure she was inwardly feeling. This was the experience she had craved for so long, so strong inside her, that even if she had wanted to control it, she was incapable of doing so. Her love-starved body was racing out of control, aching for more and more of what the doctor was doing to her. Slowly but surely what few inhibitions she had developed over the years because of a moral upbringing faded away, surrendering to a store of unleashed inner passions.
Her lovely, rounded feminine form now began shuddering with lustful need as she dug her heels into the mattress and began moving in unison with the man's long, smooth-driving strokes. She kept
I her heels digging into the mattress, and then her legs reached up and locked behind his back, her
I heels kicking his ass and her arms tugging him all the more closely to her. She was aware of her hard and enlarged diamond-like nipples coming into contact with the unresisting surface of his almost hairless chest. Her wildly wriggling and squirming pussy now flowered open and swallowed every last wonderful inch of his powerfully pistoning penis.
Geralyn felt herself tingling from head to toe, every last little inch of flesh on her body thrillingly and wondrously alive as never before, totally responsive to all that was happening to her for the first time in her life. A heady feeling inundated her aching brain, and she felt as if she had been released at last from the imprisonment forced on her by her husband. The shackles of his indifference had at last been broken, and Gerry was free to indulge in being a real, loving woman.
"Ohhhhhhh ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhh ... yessssss ... ummmmm ... morrrre ... morrrre ... give me more," she begged, gritting her passion-clenched teeth tightly together.
A wave of inner happiness began rising within her as she felt all kinds of new and unexpected Shockwaves of thrilling wonder coursing through her cock-skewered pussy. She had known lovemaking was considerably more than that which she and her husband had shared, but she had never thought it would be this thrilling, stimulating, and overpowering. For the first time she truly felt united to, and unanimous with, a man. What she was feeling now was sensual pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, and she was overjoyed that she had an opportunity to finally find out what it was all about. It had taken a combination of teasing on her part and almost forcible seduction on the part of the doctor, but she had finally achieved the ultimate feeling. Oh God! How she had yearned for this!
As far as Gerry was concerned, it was worth it! It was adultery, but it was worth it! It didn't begin to make up for all the time she had suffered with her husband ... yes, suffered. Now that she thought back on what she and her husband had done in bed together, she realized she had suffered compared to all she was feeling now. This was only the beginning. The doctor was good, but Gerry was certain there were other young men equally good, and she was sure she'd be able to find them. She had the feeling that as long as she was discreet about her affairs, even if her husband learned of them, he wouldn't try stopping them. He had hidden the true glory of sex from her for too long a time. She had to make up for all that time.
"Oh Christ!" the doctor gasped. "You're one fabulous fuck, honey!" he gasped in thrillingly profound amazement as he continually labored above the now-wantonly writhing body of the slender, blonde-haired, beautiful woman.
Ira Carr had to admit, he had expected a solid response from her, but he hadn't expected such a totally unabashed, wild display of thrilling lust, especially from someone who had never really known what it was to enjoy a good fuck. He had sized Gerry up when she had initially entered the hospital as one of those women he might be able to bed, but since she was only going to be here three days, he thought it would have been impossible to really work on her. Yet she had surprised him by making the initial move, and he had surprised both of them by spontaneously taking advantage of her advances. He had known her to be a passionate female, but he had never guessed at the depth of her passion. She was far, far more stimulating and thrilling than he had imagined.
Their thrillingly naked, tightly entwined bodies began rocking and bucking together in quicker and more and more furious tempos, the two of them heatedly bathed in a commingling of their perspiration. Gerry's blonde head was thrown freely back, letting her short hair hang freely, while the good doctor rode her wildly churning, rotating feminine tunnel as if she were a magnificent mare who would never be completely broken. His thigh muscles stood out clearly like whipcord as he continued pounding into her, and her own slender back was arched in a delicate curve as she continued grinding the wetly heated flesh of her lust-ridden cunt solidly against his pile-driving penis.
The two of them were striving as one to grab at the brass ring of total and complete unanimous physical satisfaction. Their heavy panting gasps and groaning grunts of completely thorough pleasure became more and more obvious and more intense until it was plain that one of them had to yield to the other before that goal of satisfaction was achieved.
It was Gerry who discovered she was unable to hold out any longer.
Her pleas were totally unnecessary, but at that moment she was not really aware of what she was saying, the licentious words falling very naturally from her lovely lips. Her entire physical self was stiff and strained, tensed almost to the point of pain because of the unbelievably high pitch of her inner pleasure.
Finally, her passion-tortured form was unable to hold up under the violent pounding, and her body seemed to literally collapse into thousands of little pieces. She began quivering and trembling as if she were foam topping a huge wave crashing on large rocks.
" AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH AAAUUUGGGG-GGHHHH ... I ... CAN ... FEEEEEEEELLL IIIITTT ... AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she yelled, jamming a forearm into her mouth at the last moment so her yells would not carry outside the room.
She slammed the roundness of her quivering gluteal globes solidly against the mattress, her strong legs tightening even more solidly around the doctor's moving back as she continued drumming her frantic heels vibrantly against the flatness of his buttocks. Her entire inner body seemed to open up in a last, final effort to envelop and consume him totally before eventually surrendering to a voluminous cloud of total overpowering sensation.
Piteous mewls and gasping sighs of thrilled animal lust escaped from her lips and the convulsive clutching of her tight, inner vaginal membranes almost tugged the man's pistoning penis out by the very roots.
From the depths of her desire-drenched mind the beautiful blonde was finally aware that her newest lover, the good doctor had also reached that moment for which he had been waiting, and her gratefully receiving vagina flowered open to accept his sperm.
His was a silent cry, for though his mouth opened, no noise came out. Carr's battering hips added to the thrillingly wild and uninhibited pleasure she was already experiencing, and she flexed her shuddering pelvis upward once again to catch the full force of the man's jerking, pumping penis as it began spewing the entire heated load of his seething semen into the narrow depths of her tightly clinging vaginal maw. His churning testicles seemed to erupt like a newly formed volcano, emitting stream after stream of white-hot boiling lava which burned into every aching crease and crevice inside her vagina, setting new fire in her belly.
As the overpowering tremors of their simultaneous climaxes finally came to an end, their perfectly attuned bodies clung all the more tenaciously together, as if joined together irrevocably. Their wetly throbbing genitals seemed glued to one another.
For the first time in her life Geralyn Greene felt she was a whole woman. Yet, in being a whole woman, she was still only half of the perfect animal, the other half being man. She felt a passionate lust for the doctor, though she was wise enough to understand this was not love nor would it ever be. Still, she felt a sense of gratitude towards this man who had taught her what love, physically, was all about. Her own husband would never succeed in making her feel this way, and the good doctor had shown Gerry her future path was clear.
CHAPTER FOUR
All her life, Peggy Esquire had been afraid of men. In high school she had been gang-raped, and as a result, she had never wanted anything sexual to do with men, again. However Peggy found, as she grew older, that she had this compulsive need to help people, and there was no better place to do that than in a hospital. So Peggy had studied to become a nurse, thinking if she understood the workings of the human body better, she might eventually get over her fright.
What happened was something totally different.
To begin with, the lovely blonde woman-bleached blonde, though no one at the hospital had found that out, yet-discovered that in hospitals, men, sick men, who were there for vital operations, somehow thought the job of the nurse was to make life sexually easier for them. They were continually cajoling, pleading, and begging the nurses to do sexual favors for them. Some even brought money to bribe the nurses. What made things even more difficult for Peggy was the fact that some of the nurses, extracting unbelievably high-priced bribes from the patients, actually did provide sexual services for them.
Every male patient she helped, thought the lovely voluptuous woman was either susceptible to their charms or their money. In the beginning, the cute, short-nosed, full-lipped woman merely laughed at the patients, it being the only way she knew how to gracefully avoid some kind of incident. Unfortunately, the patients took her laughter to be a form of teasing, and as a result, tried all the harder.
When some of the other nurses found out about the bribes the lovely blonde was turning down, each of them tried letting Peggy's patients know they were available for the right amount of money.
Some of the patients accepted the other nurses, but there were those who insisted they have Peggy. This only made Peggy all the more resolute to have nothing to do with these men.
Then John Horner came to the hospital. John wasn't a tall man, but he was all muscle. He had dark hair, looking more Italian than anything else, though the truth was he had a Spanish heritage. Both his parents had come directly from Spain. There was no Latin-American blood in either of them, and even if they weren't of the Spanish aristocracy, they still held themselves to be higher than anyone who came from any country south of the Rio Grande. John had flashing brown eyes, a small nose, and a jaw that looked more solid than granite. He owned his own construction company, and because of his upbringing and the fact that he hired so many Puerto Ricans to work for him, John truly believed himself to be a superior human being.
This sense of superiority soon carried over not only to other Latin Americans, but to all other people. John Horner believed he was better than just about anyone, especially since he had built a construction company from nothing.
When John Horner checked into the hospital, it was to remove a growth beneath one of his eyelids. Prior to the operation, he had seen Peggy, and as a result he had offered her one bribe after another to bed down with him. Peggy, quite naturally, had refused. However, his last bribe to her, five-hundred dollars for one fuck, had been overheard by one of the other nurses, and she urged Peggy to accept the bribe on the condition that nothing happen until after the man had undergone his operation. Overjoyed, Horner had agreed, and he had insisted on giving Peggy the five-hundred in advance.
Peggy had wanted to give all the money to the other nurse, but the nurse had insisted Peggy keep half of it, telling her, if, in the future, Peggy received other such bribes, she, the other nurse, would gladly substitute for Peggy. Peggy agreed, thinking if men were foolish enough to throw their money away so callously, why shouldn't she, who really needed money, accept some of it.
John Horner's operation went off perfectly, and in order not to strain his one good eye, both eyes were temporarily bandaged. On the second night following his operation, the nurse who had convinced Peggy to take John's bribe, wearing Peggy's perfume, went into John's room and while the man lay in bed with his eyes bandaged, pulled off her panties and rode his cock until both of them climaxed. John had enjoyed it so much, he had dug his wallet out of the table drawer near his bed, and he had handed the nurse another five-hundred, saying, "This is to make sure you come back when I can see."
The nurse, thinking nothing of taking the additional five-hundred, whispered that she would only be too happy to accommodate him. Then she had left.
Peggy knew nothing about the second bribe, and she believed that John Horner had been lustfully sated and now he would leave her alone. So she went about her duties as a nurse.
A week went by, and the wrappings were removed from Horner's eyes. In order to make sure the growth didn't return, the hospital insisted on keeping him two more days. He wore a patch over the one eye, and he was free to see with the other. When he saw Peggy, he smiled, and she innocently smiled back, not knowing why he was smiling.
CHAPTER FIVE
There was a room used to restrain the more violent patients that was not only padded, but soundproofed. John Horner bribed the doctors to put him in that room, still insisting he have the same nurse take care of him.
That morning, when Peggy came in to take his temperature and check his blood pressure, John said, "I've been waiting for you all morning, honey."
"I'm sure," Peggy nodded, taking his arm and wrapping the blood pressure strap around his arm.
John smiled as she took his blood pressure, and once she was certain it was normal, he got out of bed and walked over to the door, closing it and locking it.
"Come on, Mr. Horner," she laughed. "That's enough of that. I have other patients to take care of. Get back into bed and let me be on my way."
"You seem to have forgotten about that extra dough I gave you the night you and I made it," he said to her.
"What are you talking about?" Peggy asked, staring at him.
"I'm talking about you and I making it again. Hell, honey! I paid in advance for the privilege, and you even told me you'd be willing, at least at the time. I don't dig the idea of you backing out, now."
"I don't know what the blazes you're talking about," she gasped.
"I thought so, another of those goddamn cock-teasers. Look, baby, either you get those damn clothes off, or I'll rip 'em off you. This room's soundproofed, so you can yell all you want, and ain't no one gonna hear you."
"You're mad!" Peggy gasped, backing away from him.
"Yeah, I'm mad for you, honey. That was some fucking you gave me the other night."
"That wasn't me," Peggy insisted, as he began advancing toward her. "Sure I took your money, but I split it with one of the other nurses who wanted to take my place with you."
"So you admit you took some of my dough."
"I only took part of that first money you paid me. I never got anything the second time."
"Yeah? Well, the fact remains, you got some of my dough, and you didn't do anything to earn it. Suppose you give it back to me."
"I don't have it," Peggy gasped, still backing around the room, trying to get away from the man. "I spent it."
"Fine!" John nodded. "Then it's time you earned some of that money."
"L-look, I don't do things like this," Peggy insisted.
"You do now," John told her, and he suddenly slapped her. "Get those goddamn clothes off before I tear 'em offa you."
Peggy was trapped. There was no way out of this room except past this man. Sure, she might try kicking him in the groin or jabbing fingers in his one good eye, but if it didn't work, it would enrage him all the more, and remembering the pain she had suffered when she had been gang-raped, she thought, nothing, nothing in the world was worth the pain.
John looked at her scanning the room as if looking for something to help her out of her situation. But he had made sure there were no weapons in the room for her to grab. He was impatient to see what she looked like under that white uniform.
"Please..." she begged. "Let me go! I'll pay you back, somehow!"
"Too late, honey. I paid, you spent, now I'm gonna get my money's worth," he told her, reaching inside his pajama pants and fondling his half-hard cock. "Now come on and get those clothes off. My cock feels like it's gonna burst at any moment."
Peggy was more terrified than ever. The man wanted to abuse her body. He wanted to hurt her as she had been hurt once before. Yet she knew if she didn't surrender, he would hurt her even more. Finally, she said, "All right, all right, I'll undress, if you promise not to hurt me."
"Hurt you?" he laughed. "Shit! I don't wanna hurt you, honey." His laughter was almost sinister-sounding at that moment. "You just get the duds off and I'll watch. I really dig looking at a good naked body ... a woman's that is. Just peel everything off, baby!"
Peggy was horrified. But her alternative was to have the man not only rip her clothing off, but possibly brutally beat her. It would be bad enough to be raped, but to be beaten as well, would be even worse. She didn't think she would be able to stand being hit.
"I'm not used to having a man look at me while I undress," she said. "Would you please turn around?"
"You have to be kidding," John laughed. "Honey, it doesn't mean shit if I look at you, 'cause I'm gonna see you when you're stripped. So do me a big favor, huh. Stop trying my patience and get those goddamn clothes off, right now!"
Her eyes wide with horrified fright and shock, Peggy decided she wasn't simply going to submit. Her body belonged to her and not this dull, insensitive monster who wanted to take advantage of her. She finally began shaking her head from side to side, her wetly parted lips opening to utter the single word, "No!"
"Yes!" John roared, and he roared it out ferociously as he stepped forward and reached out with a strong hand, his powerful fingers tightly locking themselves around her upper arm. "Now get those fucking clothes off and stop giving me a hard time."
"Leave me alone!! ! " Peggy screamed.
"I told you to save your breath, sweetheart. The room is sound-proofed. You know that! We don't wanna disturb all the other patients."
Desperate in her fear right now, the horrified girl tried her best to twist away from the man only to have his grip tighten on her arm. She felt an overpowering wave of excruciating pain shoot from the muscles of her arm.
"Don't!" she begged, terrified beyond belief at the moment. "You're hurting me, Mr. Horner. If anyone sees my bruises, I'll have to report you."
"Cut the shit! Are you gonna undress, doll?" he asked, momentarily relaxing his tight grip.
"No!" she insisted adamantly.
"Honey, I'm gonna work you over for sure, where it won't show if you don't get with it. Stop being a bitch and do as I tell you," he snapped, grinning a nasty grin at her. "You know, you'd be surprised at what I can do to you and never leave a visible mark. But believe me, you'd feel it for sure." He let go of her arms and clasped his fingers together, cracking his knuckles as if getting ready to hurt her.
"I won't," she insisted. "I won't, and you can't make me!" Her voice was tremulous with terror, but she did her best to face it down.
Without warning, John gripped her arm again, squeezing it, causing Peggy to scream out loud with pain. His grip was so tight she wondered if he had broken something, and she almost fell to the floor the agony was so intense. Through the pain that enveloped her, she heard the man laughing, and looking at him through blurred tears, she saw the way he was enjoying himself.
"See what I mean, nursie," he said. "I'm an expert when it comes to dealing out pain. You're lucky 'cause I wantcha to stay awake and enjoy everything, doll. You should have a long talk with the nurse who took your place. She'll tell you I'm a great lay. Not only that, but when I fuck, I give pleasure, not pain. Hell! I'll bet you wouldn't be so fucking high and mighty if some guy went down on your pussy and sucked it."
"Don't talk like that!" Peggy insisted, clapping her hands over her ears. "I don't want to hear what you have to say."
"You get that fuckin' nurse's outfit off, right now," he insisted.
His sharp voice was cutting through her terrified and jangled nerves like a hot knife, and the horrified young blonde nurse clapped her hands all the more tightly over her ears, shrieking for him to stop talking.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
He waited until she stopped screaming and took her hands from her ears, and then he said, very slowly, "I'll shut up when you start obeying orders. Now start getting undressed. Honey, you have to learn obedience. You're gonna get the lesson of your life, today. Who knows, you may even learn to like sucking cocks."
He wasted not time dropping his pajama bottoms, displaying a huge penis, every bit as erect and long as those belonging to the boys who had raped her. The rape had taken place some years earlier, but she had never forgotten it. This penis, hard, with its head all shiny with lubricating juices, pulsed insanely, just like those of the boys who had attacked her.
Terrified almost out of her wits by the sight of the massive penile organ, Peggy felt her will to resist being battered down by the hopelessness of her situation.
With tears of defeat and shame streaming down her cheeks, the horrified woman began unbuttoning the top of her uniform.
"Take your time," John told her, chortling with a certain foul glee. "No need to hurry this. We're both gonna enjoy it! Do it slower, honey. Here, I'll put on some music to help you."
He had a portable radio in the room on his nightstand and he walked over to it and turned it on. There was the insistent tempo of disco music suddenly filling the room.
"Oh God!" she sobbed, filled with grief.
"Aw come on, you know the music makes things better," he teased. "It relaxes you. Now come on and start taking off the clothes ... nice and easy ... you know how."
The beautiful young woman began trembling in fear, and she felt an overwhelming wave of shame totally engulf her. Suddenly her entire world had started crumbling. How had she been stupid enough to listen to that other nurse and take the bribe in the first place? She thought of this, which was about to happen to her, as some kind of just punishment for the transgressions she had previously committed in accepting the bribe. There was no way out, none at all!
"You women are all alike," John said to her. "You thought you'd put something over on me, taking my money and giving me nothing in return, huh? Well let me tell you something. You see that radio on my night table? It's also a tape recorder, and I have it recorded that you accepted the original five-hundred bucks from me."
His voice was trembling with lust as the lovely blonde woman stripped away her uniform, revealing her full slip, underneath. Even so, she had nice breasts, and they pushed out against the slip, making the man's mouth water. But her nipples had shriveled with fear.
"My God!" she gasped. "You got what you paid for as far as dealing directly with me. I'll tell you who the other nurse is and you can talk to her. I don't know why you're doing this to me," she insisted, her voice heavy with anguish.
"There's nothing really to understand," he said to her. "I paid you for something that I got from someone else, and that someone else got more money out of me. What it all boils down to is, that someone else gave me what I paid her for, though I paid her after she gave it to me. Meanwhile, you, who I paid beforehand, haven't given me my money's worth. You don't have the money to give back to me, so you gotta stick to the original deal and gimmee what I paid for. Only you give it to me the way I want it!"
Peggy knew she had no choice whatsoever other than to go along with what the man wanted. He had that recording of her taking the money he had offered her, and if he ever played it in front of the men who ran the hospital, she would be summarily fired. Right now, she had to do whatever this horrible man wanted. He was the kind who, once he got his money's worth, wouldn't try and hold her up for more. Once he let her leave, she would ask that some other nurse be assigned to take care of him. She didn't want to look at this man again. Besides, there was a good chance he would leave before she had to come on duty the following day.
As the disco music continued blaring out its suggestive beat, she took a deep breath, more to give herself some badly needed confidence than anything else. She knew she had been a fool, and the mistake she had made was something she definitely did not intend to repeat.
"Thatta girl!" John told her, nodding as he watched her moving in time to the music.' 'Now you got the idea. You just do whatever I tell you to do, and everything'll work out just fine."
Going to the door, making sure it was locked, he stripped off his pajama top and stood totally naked in front of her, letting her see the muscles all over his body. The patch over his one eye made him almost look like a man of distinction.
Making sure Peggy wouldn't be able to get to the door before him, John walked over to the bed and lay down, spreading his thighs wide apart, giving her a good view of his upstanding cock. He gripped it and began stroking it while leering at the beautiful nurse.
"Begin with that strip, honey," he told her. "Do it nice and slow. I like it better that way!"
Peggy fought back a growing inner sense of revulsion, doing her best to comply with the man's obviously degenerate request. Nervously, the helpless nurse began to once again remove her clothing, peeling off her slip as John stared at her with his burning, lust-crazed eye, his hunger for her mounting ever higher.
"That's it, nice and slow, like the whore you and all those other nurses are," he snapped, letting her know what he thought of her.
The helplessly humiliated bleached blonde bit her lip fiercely to keep herself from bursting into sobs again. She was rolling down her right stocking, slipping her foot from her shoe so she was able to pull the white leg-covering off. Then she unhooked her brassiere and let it flutter to the floor. As she did so, John began to stroke the length of his shuddering cock, tugging it even more excitedly, his staring eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of her full, naked breasts. They were neither too large nor too small, but for their size they were full, upstanding and very round. Her tan areolae were small, but her slightly darker nipples were large, even in their quiescent state. His eyes staring at her breasts caused her nipples to shudder and swell as she blushed. The air in the room was at a constant eighty degrees and it washed over her nakedness, making her quivering mammaries dance. This sent a burst of desire through John, who wanted to rush to her and suck her two breasts into his mouth all at once-an impossibility, though he was willing to try it he was so hungry for her. The extended buds now looked like seeds ready to burst.
He licked his already wet lips as she rolled down her left stocking, and, leaning against the wall, managed to take it off, so that she stood before him wearing nothing but her sheer pink panties. The nurse's body was shaking with terror, tears still trickling down her cheeks as she wanted to scream at the depraved man for doing this horrible thing to her.
"Okay, honey," he said, "now suppose you start moving it ... that lovely ass of yours, huh."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, not quite understanding what it was he wanted.
"Get with it, dummy! Move that lovely ass of yours in time to the disco music!" His hand was already yanking on his long, strong cock in time to the rhythm set by the radio. "Come on, come on, do it, you dumb bitch!"
Peggy was staggered by the man's horribly disgraceful behavior. He was more disgusting than she had initially believed-as bad as the boys who had attacked her. But she was powerless to fight back. The almost naked young nurse forced herself to start moving in time to the rhythmic beat of the constant music. She refused to look at him, closing her eyes, and found the lascivious pagan rhythms of the disco music moving through her mind that much more strongly, causing her to react.
She felt totally and completely degraded as the powerful man began humming along with the music while a radio singer actually moaned out some incomprehensible lyric no one in their right mind would ever understand. She realized what she was doing as she moved in time to the music, and as a result she blushed uncontrollably, realizing she was performing before this sexually obsessed man. But in spite of her shuddering inner revulsions at what he intended doing to her, Peggy found the driving music had started working on her reeling, confused brain. It was working so powerfully, she found herself moving involuntarily now, shaking her hips to the lewd beat of the drums and the strains of the many guitars, as well as the moaning voice coming from the radio.
"Yeah ... yeah . . .that's it ... that's it ... go ... go ... go..." John encouraged, shouting out loud, himself now aroused to an uncontrollable fever pitch by the sight of the beautiful, almost-naked nurse continually undulating and wantonly twisting and turning in front of him in her small, pink, sheer bikini panties. As always, he felt himself the master of the situation. He had all the power in the world, able to force this twist to do anything he wanted, and he knew he was capable of conceiving of one helluva lot of things. The man actually reveled in the feeling, for he lived only for his own satisfaction in every way, whether it was in his working life, his perverted sex life, or any other life he chose. He knew there were a lot of people who thought of him as something devilishly incarnate, but he didn't care. He despised all those people who had never tasted how delightful it was to corrupt innocence.
Perhaps the primary difference between John Horner and Dr. Ira Carr was the simple fact that Carr read the minds of the women he treated, and only took advantage of those whom he was certain were begging him to do so. John, on the other hand, enjoyed actually forcing an innocent woman to perform for him as Peggy was doing now. True, he would take nookie in any and every form possible, and when he had initially come to the hospital and had finally gotten Peggy to accept his bribe, he was once again reaffirming that everyone had their price. When Peggy had confessed another nurse had physically taken her place with him, this had only aroused the construction man that much more. Knowing she was almost untouchable, he wanted her all the more strongly. She was no virgin, he was certain of that. As far as he was concerned, there was no such thing as a virgin nurse-however untrue it might have been. But she was one of those who, so he thought, obviously only really gave herself for love, and so it was going to be a distinct pleasure corrupting her.
Peggy was totally numb at this point, so completely and totally dazed by the treatment she was receiving at the hands of this horribly degrading man, once again being taken back to the time of her initial rape, she found herself capable of merely surrendering to her fate like some obedient slave. The music began picking up its beat now, a hammering, pounding, driving rhythm that filled the padded room and made the helplessly writhing nurse nearly dizzy with its intensity, yet, terrified of what this man would do to her if she stopped, she continued to shake her nearly naked, perspiration-dampened body in a continually mounting frenzy of lurid thrusts, her hips moving this way and that, and her head shaking in perfect rhythm.
John exuded a strong masculine musk-not an unpleasant smell-and it filled the room. It also filled Peggy's nostrils and she found herself swamped by it.
Suddenly John Horner reached out and began pulling her helplessly wriggling body to him, unable to contain his arousal for her any longer. He gripped her soft, warm flesh in a vise-like grip with one hand, letting it rub up and down her back, while his other hand began squeezing and kneading the firmness of her nylon-clad ass-cheeks.
The strong, musky scent of the man now overwhelmed the helpless Peggy, assailing her nostrils, moving into her sinuses, making her brain reel with uncertainty. She had already accepted what was going to happen to her, but she hadn't expected her body to react as it was doing. She had forgotten that through all the horror and agony of the gang rape, she had discovered the meaning of orgasm. At first, there had been only pain. But as the boys used her again and again, plugging every orifice continually, her sensibilities had been aroused in spite of her horror, and she had, at the time, found herself climaxing no matter which opening in her body was used. Now John Horner was arousing those inner instincts in her, and to her shamed terror, she found her body starved for whatever it was the man wanted her to do.
A vivid smile was playing across the granite-like face of the construction man as he suddenly thrust his two hands straight down the front of her panties and his outstretched middle finger found its way almost violently against the silken-haired entrance of her wildly throbbing vaginal opening. She was inwardly moist and hot and soft, the carnal sensuality of the dance he had forced on her arousing her even more than he had expected. Without warning, the powerful man suddenly thrust his long middle finger solidly into the tiny little orifice, feeling her colorless cream bubble around the digit as it lathered while the finger steadily pushed its way deeper.
"HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAANNN-GGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" the horrified nurse cried out, afraid once again of having her womanly dell pierced by anything belonging to a man.
Peggy struggled, doing her very best to pull away, but John Horner held her tightly against his body with his free hand around her back, while his long, thick middle finger rammed all the way into the wetly clasping center of her vaginal tunnel.
"NO ... UHHHHHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... DON'T ... DON'T..." she begged.
"I'm not gonna fuck this pussy of yours today, baby," he assured her. "I never stick my dick into a cunt unless the woman wants it. Now you just be quiet and do as I say, understand?" he asked.
There was no mistaking the implied threat that he might physically harm her if she didn't obey him, so Peggy realized her only course was to simply surrender herself to his depraved orders. Resistance at this point was totally useless. All it would do would be to cause her more aggravation in the long run. Her best bet was to obey the man, get this over and done with, and then request another nurse be assigned to him. The hospital staff understood without having to be told that certain patients were obnoxious to certain nurses, and when a nurse requested to be transferred elsewhere, that request was almost always granted without any questions.
She shuddered in totally abject defeat as his squirming fingers continued to cruelly delve through the narrow pocket of her wet pussy. At the same time, unwanted desire began rushing through her sensually aroused young body as if they were violently released from within by her unwiling seduction. Peggy had done everything possible to resist the man without actually arousing him to the point of hitting her, and all it had done was arouse her that much more. Now she was no longer responsible for her actions, and she only hoped he would keep his word about not invading her body with his penis. Her triphammering heart began pounding wildly as she allowed the aroused sensations to move through her.
"Take hold of my cock!" John ordered.
With a little groan, the helpless nurse reached down and tightly grasped the man's massively erect phallus, squeezing it with tremblingly uncertain hands. In spite of having been gang-raped, she had not once before touched a man's penis. This was a first for her, and instead of feeling revolted as she was certain she had expected to feel, a surge of thrillingly forbidden pleasure washed through her quivering body as she quickly pulled the thick foreskin back and exposed the lust-bloated rubbery head. Without thinking, she let her hand jerk up and down the long, thick, swollen organ, exploring every inch of it, feeling the burning, muscular flesh, and she realized a rising excitement was building higher and higher in her as the naked man began pumping his hips back and forth with obscene regularity.
"Now!" he insisted. "On your knees, cunt! The time has come!"
Not even thinking, she fell to her knees almost eagerly, now directly in front of his standing body. Her hand was still avidly squeezing and pumping his long, thick penile staff. God! It had gotten even longer and thicker since she had first seen it. She jerked on it all the harder, curious what it would look like to see the white sperm foaming from the tip and spurting out. Without realizing it, Peggy was almost beginning to enjoy what she was doing.
"START LICKING IT!" John barked at her, his one eye and face brilliantly aflame with lascivious want at the sight of the innocent nurse kneeling before him. He ached to degrade and humiliate her in every way, wanting this bitch, like all other women in the world, to understand, he, John Horner, was their master. He was only sorry he didn't have some kind of video camera going. He would have loved to have had this recorded and be able to watch it later.
Peggy found herself overcome with total lust though she didn't know why. But the thought of touching the massively throbbing penis in her hand with her lips actually revolted her, once again bringing back memories of horrible things that had previously taken place. Now she suddenly wanted him to bury this wonderful staff in her vagina, to fill her belly with it and make her climax as she remembered she had climaxed each time those horrible boys had buried their cocks in her cunt. God! She remembered feeling as if her legs were going to fall off, and she ached to have that same feeling again. Suddenly it came to Peggy that her fear of men was not so much the fear that they would hurt her as it was the fear that she would continue to enjoy the vile, horrible things they had done to her. Rape was, after all, wrong. It had initially been painful, and so as far as she was concerned it was a terrible thing. Yet she had enjoyed it. If rape was a terrible thing, then all sex must be terrible. Yet she was subconsciously aware that sex was something she had discovered enjoyable in spite of the pain that had originally accompanied it. Now that she understood herself better, Peggy was no longer afraid of sex, itself. By the same token, if the cock was going to be pushed into her, let it be pushed into that part of her that would benefit her as well as the man. She ached to have him pound his throbbing cock into her vaginal tunnel until she screamed for mercy. Looking up at him, she gasped, "Fuck me!"
"Yeah, honey, I'll fuck you!" John assured her. "But first you suck me! Don't you worry about my getting soft. I can grow another hard-on in less than fifteen minutes after I come. So you suck ... this time, just so you understand who's boss."
There was no other way for her. He had ordered her to fill her mouth with his cock ... to lick it ... to run her velvety tongue over the heatedly pulsing flesh, and Peggy knew she had to obey. In fact, she was aroused to where she almost wanted to obey.
Her lovely face moved closer and her small, pink tongue suddenly flicked out very tentatively, touching the throbbing reddish tip of the thickly swollen penis with a gingerness she had never used when the other boys had violently fucked her mouth. The organ tasted salty to her, though with a pungent sweetness mixed in. It wasn't the least bit unpleasant ... perhaps because in spite of his muskiness, the man was clean and not at all like those filthy boys who had raped her. Her blonde hair was swept up and neatly pinned under her nurse's cap, letting the man see her face as she hunched over the mammoth penis, the majority of which was still gripped in her hand. She wanted to shut her eyes but she knew instinctively that she didn't dare. Instead, she examined the warmly pulsing penis with a thrilled fascination. It was immense ... so much larger than any of the others that had breached her body. In fact, it was so huge, she wondered if it was humanly possible to fit such a monster between her cunt lips. Wouldn't it hurt her if it stretched her cuntal passage?
"COME ON, COME ON, START LICKING," John insisted.
The lust-bewildered young nurse allowed her tongue to be flattened inside her mouth and she let the thick penis widen her lips as she licked at the underside. Then she bent her tongue, lapping up and down the heated hardness of the organ, savoring the musky masculine aroma that wafted up to her nostrils. She began slowly, but soon she quickened her pace, teasing with her wetly flickering tongue, licking under the ridge of his corona, letting her oral organ glide along the urethra in the underside of his cock, then moving down and letting the tip of her tongue run all the way around the base of his penis. Flatly, she pressed her tongue against the penis again, running it all around the throbbing staff, her lips pulling at the knobby head and sucking it in and out like a lollipop. For the first time Peggy noted the difference in the texture between the head of the cock and the rest of the throbbing organ.
John Horner found himself going out of his mind with sensation, never expecting anything this good from this incredible female. He began pumping his hips back and forth rapidly, uncontrollably as the lovely young woman's smooth tongue continued lapping eagerly at his still-swelling penis. The thrilling pressures in his body were shudderingly building and he knew full well he wasn't able to wait much longer before spurting his sperm.
"Suck, bitch!" he gasped. "Don't just tease with those lips! Suck!! Suck hard!"
As though she were drugged or stoned out of her mind, the lovely Peggy slowly lowered her lovely head until her ovaled mouth was wetly poised over the mass of the throbbing organ. Then she slowly allowed his rough hands to guide her face almost forcefully until the throbbing bright-red tip was once again touching her lips. She would have fainted had anyone told her a little earlier that she would once again be sucking a man's cock, but somehow the situation had built her emotions to the point where she was almost eagerly looking forward to doing this, if only to make the man keep his word that he would fuck her, afterward. Still, somewhere in the back of her memory was the thought that when she had been raped, the penises in her mouth had made her climax, too. Maybe it would happen this time, too. She had to wait and see. Her mind narrowed and concentrated on the pulsing organ pushing its way into her mouth as her lips began to automatically fold around the thickly throbbing glans as she tasted the full, pungent wet heat of his throbbing cock-head. More of his colorless, salty lubricity seeped into her mouth.
"OHHHHHHH ... YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!" John gasped, groaning with a certain ecstatic relief as her tongue slowly, now voluntarily began snaking around the tenderly sensitive glans. She fed more and more of the thick prick into her mouth, letting her lips slide down the thickness of the fully rigid staff. Her lips were stretched to the breaking point, and yet she wouldn't have stopped had the world exploded at this point. She had forgotten how good something like this tasted, and in spite of his breadth, she had sucked his cock into her mouth so easily.
She thrilled to the sound of the man moaning again, and now she actually began to wonder why she had been revolted by what had initially happened to her. She began recalling that once the pain had gone, she had felt lusting thrills the like of which had been unimaginable. But because of her upbringing, once the ordeal had been over, she had shut her mind to the multitudinous pleasures she had felt, and instead had only remembered the hurt, the pain, and the agony. Now she was once again reminded of the delights as they returned more strongly than ever, and as a result, she realized she would never be the same again. It felt wonderful to have such a thick cock sliding into the tightness of her oral cavern, her swollen lips contracting as tightly as possible, increasing the pressure on the pulsing organ, especially when she drew her head back and sucked on the rubbery tip. She loved to feel the lewd way it massaged her palate and then pushed against the pulpy back of her gullet in an attempt to penetrate her esophagus. At the same time it spread a coating of the colorless liquid seeping from the tip in its head throughout her mouth.
Peggy found herself sucking more and more hungrily on the rock-solid length of John's throbbing penis as it continued running in and out of her mouth, greedily seeking more of the burning flesh that began pistoning in and out so delightfully and smoothly. Then, with a sudden shock, she realized her left hand had slipped down between her own thighs, moving into her panties, a digit searching for her aching, hair-surrounded cunt lips. Her clitoris was on fire from having been massaged before, and it needed more rubbing.
She began rubbing her middle finger very vigorously against the clenching vaginal lips, building tremendous currents of thrilling electrical shock that continually buffeted the excitedly trembling inner walls of her burning pussy. For the lovely Peggy, reality was no longer the huge piston of cock pumping heatedly in and out of her mouth-the head now forcing its way into her gullet on each forward stroke. Reality was the finger she was using to massage herself, rubbing the tender bud of her thrumming clitoris. Though it was her own finger, she always imagined it to be the huge cock.
"SUCK IT ... SUCK IT ... S-U-U-U-U-U-U-CCCCKKK I-I-I-I-I-TTTTTT..." he cried out. "FASTER ... FASTERRRRR ... FASSSTERRRR
There was a vague jerking in her throat and she shoved the penis that much further into her pharynx, feeling the head press against the hidden sensitive nerve-endings in there. Her tongue felt the sperm moving through the urethral tube in the underside of his cock and then the man was screaming, "EEEEE Y Y Y YAAAAGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUU-NNNNGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH-
The sticky whiteness began spewing down her gullet. Some of it poured right down her throat into her belly, and some of it overflowed her gullet and backed up into her mouth, letting her taste it, and all the while her finger continued massaging her clitoris while the hard cock continued rubbing against the nerve-endings in her throat. Her mouth was overflowing with semen, but she ignored the white fluid dripping from her lips as she suddenly felt enveloped in her own orgasm, and with the softening cock still in her mouth, gargled out, "YYYYAAARRRRGGGGHHHHLLLLUUUUCCC-HHHHNNNNGGGGHHHH!"
Lustful sensations instantly followed one another, shooting through Peggy's trembling body, making her snap like a giant bull whip. She swallowed again and again, and when it was over, she licked his groin clean.
"Now get those panties off," he told her. "You're gonna get fucked!"
CHAPTER SIX
Ira Carr wasn't the only doctor in the hospital to take advantage of his position in order to enjoy the various women patients who were looking for sexual thrills. Herb Arden, the resident gynecologist, was also a man who never tired of looking at cunt. True, when he worked at his profession, he was a detached individual, never once thinking about sex, but this didn't prevent him from looking at a woman's face and getting turned on. Most gynecologists got sick of looking at vaginas after awhile. Not Herb. Tall, handsome, very slender, with dark-brown wavy hair, and the face of a male twenty years younger than his forty-seven, Herb was able to detach himself sexually from his work so successfully, that even after examining the vaginas of eighty-year-old women, or the cunts of women who hadn't washed in God-only-knew-how long, he was still able to allow himself to be turned on when he encountered a willing cunt.
Dolores Rathbone was not normally what might be termed a loose woman, but when she had seen Herb Arden, she had decided she wanted to make it with the man. Dolores was a lovely redhead, a younger version of Katherine Helmond, the female star of SOAP on the ABC network. She had not so much an innocent face as an arousing countenance, and though she appeared to be much more knowing than she was, while not exactly a wanton, she was not exactly purity, itself. She had glistening blue eyes, a short, upturned nose, a full red mouth, all set in a lovely round face topped by naturally brilliant red hair.
Dolores' husband, Lance, worked for one of the major conglomerates, and though husband and wife loved one another very dearly, his job kept him out of town at least half of every month. Dolores, being a loving, needing woman, found it difficult to be apart from her husband for such great lengths of time. What she had eventually done was seduce the local paperboy, and though there wasn't quite the thrill in it that she had with her own husband, it had proven more than something to merely rid her of her frustrations. As a result, she also seduced her gardener, mailman, and the man who delivered bottled soda to her house once a week.
When her husband was home, Dolores was loving and attentive to his needs at all times, and if Lance was aware of what she was doing when he was gone, he never let on, if only because he loved his wife so much, he wasn't going to allow a few indiscretions on her part to break up what he felt was an exceptionally good marriage.
However, one week, when her husband had just left on another of his bi-weekly excursions, Dolores had felt some pain in her body, and she had gone to see Dr. Arden at his office. The gynecologist had given her a thorough examination, and he had told her she had a slight cyst inside one of her fallopian tubes. Bringing her into the hospital, he had been able to, by using special, delicate instruments, reach inside her without having to cut any other part of her, and he had removed the cyst. He had done so in such a careful way, he had not disturbed her womb, her vagina, or her inner flesh in any way.
It was during Dolores's recovery that the doctor had taken the time to look at her face one day, noting beforehand, that her vagina was emitting an unusual amount of lubricity. It was Herb Arden the man, rather than the doctor who understood what was happening inside Dolores Rathbone, and since he had been able to replace the IUD she had been wearing, he decided there was no reason why he ought not to relieve the sexual tension building up in the woman.
The gynecology lab in the center of Lewis Memorial Hospital was the most modern one in existence, and though there was room for more than one doctor to work at a time, because of the innate modesty of most women, only one patient was allowed inside at a time.
As a result, when Herb Arden brought Dolores Rathbone into the lab for her final checkup, he was able to lock the door, the lock automatically putting the LAB IN USE sign in the empty slot above the door handle on the outside.
Simple x-rays and a fluoroscope assured the doctor that Dolores was healing properly inside, and that sexual activity would definitely not disrupt anything, especially since he had put that IUD back in place. He took his time this time, purposely fingering her cunt. It was the first time he had examined her without a nurse present, and Dolores, suddenly aware of it, was overjoyed. She saw the lust glistening in the doctor's eyes, but to make sure, she asked, "Am I all right inside, doctor? I mean, will the operation prevent me from enjoying normal relations with my husband?"
"Not at all," he told her emphatically, still running his finger in and out of her, using his thumb to stimulate her clitoris.
"Tell me, doctor," she asked, in her usual frank, disarming way. "Do you intend fucking me?"
Refusing to be caught off-guard, Herb Arden nodded and said, "Yes, Mrs. Rathbone. I think a good solid fuck is definitely in order. As your doctor, I'm prescribing it. Since there's no one else around to fill the prescription, I'll do so, and, I might add, at no charge."
"Oh there's definitely going to be a charge," Dolores told him. "In fact, I'm getting a charge out of what you're doing, right now."
Herb wasted no time in taking off his clothing. Dolores, looking at him, felt slightly disappointed. She had expected some muscle on the man. He had neither meat nor muscles, though he wasn't really skinny. He was certainly limber. In any case, she didn't want to waste time. Her body was hot and hungry for a good cock, and what was more, it was obvious from the way the doctor's penile appendage stood thickly out from the hairy bush on his groin, he was just as anxious as she to merge.
She rose from the table, and padded barefoot toward him. He was still wearing his shoes and socks, but nothing else.
"Look, doctor," she said, "Let's stop beating around the bush, huh, unless it's the bush on your groin. You say I'm okay now, and we both want to fuck, so let's not waste any more time..."
She never quite finished the sentence. In fact, she took the man completely by surprise by jumping on him and pinning him to the floor, almost knocking the breath out of him, her heat-radiant jugs pressing firmly against his chest, her arms surrounding him and drawing him into a straining, wriggling embrace and a sizzling tongue-wrestling from mouth to mouth, the kiss lasting minutes longer than either of them had expected. Then she rolled off him, got to her feet, and shucked the hospital gown that had been hiked up around her waist.
From that point on, it was a pretty wild experience for both of them. This was Dolores' first extra-marital fling with someone really experienced-the soda man didn't really count-and it was the first time Herb Arden had come upon a woman so anxious. Usually he had to finger and caress and tantalize for quite awhile before making the woman really want him. He always succeeded, but still, this was totally beyond the realm of belief.
The moment she was undressed, she fell right back down on him, literally squirming all over the man, kissing him from top to bottom, except for his shoes. Her body seemed to ooze all over him like warm, delightful honey. She literally worshiped every wonderful inch of the doctor's slender body while she squirmed all over him, rubbing her cunt up and down his legs and his groin, soaking him with her secretions. When her face moved all the way down to his throbbing ramrod, she wasn't the least bit shy or hesitant about enjoying it. The flood of physical and verbal adoration for the pulsating staff was completely overwhelming.
"Oh my!" she gasped, talking in that little-girl way of hers, sounding like a Chatty Kathy. "It's so lovely, doctor, so magnificent, so large, so awesome ... ummmmm..." she gasped, sucking it into her mouth, then lifting her head and pecking little kisses all over it. Her fingertips reverently fondled the upward-arching shaft again and again, also teasing his balls. "Ummmmm ... sllluurrrp ... so big, so beautifully shaped..." suck..." so hot ... so smooth..." suck..." so tantalizingly delicious."
This was the first time in his life that Herb Arden was actually being dominated by a woman, but she was doing it in such a charming and disarming way, he liked it. He wasn't worried about the odor arising from his groin. He was always careful to keep himself washed and lightly powdered.
"Glubbbb ... slllurrrp ... s'like granite wrapped in doeskin ... ummmm ... gggllllmmmmmphhhhh ... so proud ... so delicious ... so handsome ... so powerful-looking ... ummmmm..."
She was up on her knees now, still bent over him, still alternately praising his cock while fondling it with her hands, and then bending down and hungrily continuing to kiss and suck the throbbing organ, her tongue playfully licking it, her mouth occasionally sucking all of it inside while her teasing fingers extended the range of their devotion. They moved to his swollen balls, to his upper thighs, his hips, his ass, and even his almost-concave belly seemed to turn the lovely redheaded woman on. She continually stroked, pinched, and kneaded his stomach almost as much as his other parts.
It went on for a long, long time, much longer than Herb Arden had expected. Normally, once he had a woman thinking his way, it was usually in-out-and everyone was happy. Finally he had the presence of mind to suggest the two of them move to the table which was more than strong enough to take the two of them.
"Oh no, not just yet, doctor," Dolores said to him, addressing her hot-breathed remarks directly to his penis, as if she were speaking into a microphone. "My little pussy's more than a little bashful, you see. It needs to get warmed up, but nice and slowly. Oh I know I'm already wet down there, but I need more heat. Don't worry, doctor, you don't have to do a thing, right now. I'm enjoying what I'm doing and my quim is getting hotter and hotter just by my playing with your cock. We'll get to the table in a little while, before I start dripping puddles on the floor, but just let me enjoy myself a little longer, this way. I mean, I'm really savoring what I'm doing."
For the first time in his life Herb Arden felt as if he were the woman and she was the man. It was like getting something for nothing, but if this was the way the woman wanted it, far be it from him to deny it to her. It wasn't right to break in on the thoughts of a patient, especially when she was doing such a good job of making him feel so thoroughly aroused.
Little by little her constant attentions to his trembling genital area became less and less playful and fluttery. She talked much less, explored less, sucked and licked less, and concentrated more and more on nibbling on his expanded penile head. Herb knew he was never in any real danger of suddenly climaxing, and he sensed it wasn't simply because of any self-restraint on his part. The lovely redheaded woman was intentionally keeping her oral and manual caresses just below the level of intensity needed to make him start shooting. The result was, his throbbing cock seemed to pulsate even more, and the outer skin stretched all the more as it swelled and enlarged to a size far greater than it had ever known before as more and more blood forced its way into the sacs in his penis. The organ became harder and stiffer than ever, aching all the more to be buried somewhere. It twitched and throbbed, dying to feel something soft and wet surrounding it, ready for some magic erotic turning point that always seemed mere moments away, but never quite getting there. Before long, it felt so immense, he had to lift his head up and look at it. Maybe it was the effect of Dolores's continually gushing superlatives, but the gynecologist had to admit his large cock looked even longer and thicker than before.
He got no more than a glimpse because the moment he lifted his head, Dolores opened her mouth and let it slide all the way down the throbbing organ, sucking it into her gullet, pulling on it pretty steadily, going all the way to the base, then lifting her head to the top. She was popping her lips off each time to squiggle the tantalizing tip of her tongue up and down the urethra, then once more was slurping the rounded knob between her lips again, swooping all the way down until lips, tongue, and throat had engulfed everything but his hairy testicles. His weighty balls were sitting in the palm of her right hand, her thumb rubbing each testicle one at a time, while her other hand slid underneath the man's body with a finger slid against the entrance to his ass-hole. Everything ... everything she was doing ... was out of this world as far as Herb Arden was concerned. Hell! If he had a wife like this, he would make a point of fucking her every night, once a night, just to make sure she didn't have the urge to go out and try it with someone else. As far as he was concerned, her husband was a fool.
She kept shifting around, never repeating the same action twice, never bearing down with any single technique for any significant length of time, and as a result she started him climbing the orgasmic ladder only to come right back down again long before he got anywhere near the top.
When the doctor's knees began trembling, Dolores realized it was time for a new tactic. With her mouth sticking to the length of his cock as if the penis had been glued inside, she pulled the doctor to his knees and then to his feet, making him stand while she, herself, rose to her knees. With her hands she guided him as he walked backward toward the table, and when he got there, she rose as he lay down, her mouth remaining fastened to his throbbing cock. Then she climbed up beside him with her mouth still sucking on the throbbing organ, scurried her rounded little butt around to his head, lifted her outer leg and brought it down on the other side of his head so that her dripping cunt was hovering directly over his face. It was time for a soixante-neuf. Soixante-neuf! What a delightful sexy sound it had to it. It sounded so much better than sixty-nine. Dolores was always one to appreciate the sound of something. She loved words with lots of Ls in them, or the letter F, or the letter S.
Herb Arden was still astonished by all this. Even now, as he stared straight up at her pink vagina, surrounded by the powderpuff-like hairs of her crotch, he had to admit, looking at it as a man and not a doctor, it was the most bewitching cunt he had ever seen. It actually looked alive! That is to say, it looked independently alive, with what seemed like a mind, nervous system, and muscles all its own. It was a kind of squirming, writhing, shining, glistening opening that seemed to be smacking its lips at the thought of what it expected him to do. She was still hunched over his cock, her mouth still working on it, rubbing her rounded, full breasts firmly against his legs and belly as she pulled her cunt directly into his line of vision.
Raising his head a little, he brought his nose into direct contact with those delightful coral-pink, glistening, undulant rose petals of luscious pulp. Her labia opened wide to receive his mouth, revealing the entire rich pink of her inner self, from the dark hole where the tip of his nose was rubbing, to the reaching, quivering buttocks of solid tissue his hands grasped as his tongue snapped out and began licking at her clitoris. When he probed with the tip of his oral organ, pressing it firmly on her squiggly button, the beautiful redhead's throbbing cunt automatically fastened itself to his face from his chin to his eyebrows, the lips opening wide as if intent on sucking his cheeks in. It was almost as if her tantalizing cunt was going to suck his entire face inside.
Yet, thinking about nothing other than giving pleasure, the good doctor swirled his tongue around her palpitating clitoris, and this caused her vaginal muscles to relax. This gave Herb time to think, and he decided to borrow a tactic from the lovely woman. He shifted his attack instead of concentrating it on one spot, pushing his head forward while tugging her buttocks lower, and he jabbed his tongue into her cuntal canal with such force, that fantastic feminine flue shrank to such constricting tightness he was almost unable to slide his tongue out.
Meanwhile, Dolores continued her oral phallic worship, her ardor more intense than ever. She watched the way his balls were twitching in her palm, as if trying to assert their own independent desires, so that when he had finished his second round of sucking, lingual attacks on her shuddering clitoris, he gripped her snug ass mounds, wrenched his head free for a moment, and gasped out, "I'm ... uhhhh ... going to ... unnn-hhhh..."
"The hell you will!" Dolores snapped.
In a virtual flashing blur of flesh and whirring limbs, the lovely redheaded woman had whirled up and around, then down on him and was sitting on his groin. Her vagina had attempted to swallow in his startled meaty cock, but had not succeeded. She had descended over his maypole much too quickly, and as a result her opening had slid down the length of his organ, grabbing, sucking, until her vaginal lips grabbed his testicles, embracing the base of his throbbing cock at the same time. Her deep rings of muscle reached up and then gripped the rounded head once more.
"Push it into me and shoot!" Dolores hissed. "Once it's inside me, you can fire all you want!"
Herb was so totally dumbstruck by what she had done, the overpowering urge to climax building in his balls suddenly receded. What a woman! What a woman!
His cock reached up and then down, the head slithering between her vaginal lips again and again, and finally the tip found the opening leading into her tight, narrow vagina. Slowly but surely it pushed its way into her, feeling a sucking tightness it had never known before, making him realize she had developed her vaginal muscles to the point where he was overjoyed. He was surprised he had never noticed her inner vaginal development when he had examined her.
The doctor slammed his hips upward a half dozen different times, and all the while Dolores swizzled and shimmied around on his throbbing prick, churning her entire lower torso. The muscles in her cunt were like the strangling coils of an anaconda, and delicious as she felt, he was too astounded to surrender the contents of his balls.
Finally the man raised his hands and began stroking the fullness of her rounded ass-cheeks. They were big, all right, each the size of a small hubcap, and each as deep as a firm pillow.
"Come on, come on," she urged. "Shoot! Now that you're inside me, fire away! When you come, I come!"
"I can't!" he grunted. "I guess it'll take a little while longer."
"You can!" she insisted.
"If you'd like to return to what we were doing earlier..."
"I would ... and we will," she gasped, "but later." She grinned at him, snapping her vagina back and forth a few times with a powerful impact as friction caused lust to blaze through the entire length of the penis's undersurface. "For now, let's see if we can re-build that fire in you another way. Sorry if I startled you, doctor. I just feel cheated if I can't get that first blast inside my vagina. I don't know why, but there's something about the pressure of sperm jetting into me that always caused me to climax even if I'm nowhere near my orgasm at the time the man is shooting. I guess it's sort of a fetish, something I worry about, because my husband is away so much of the time. I have to make the most of whatever he gives me. So when he climaxes, it's as if my body knows it had better enjoy it because he'll soon be gone. So we climax together almost all the time, and I guess it happens the same with any other man. After awhile, if I fuck with a man long enough, he usually makes me come much sooner than he comes. That's when I really enjoy sex."
She bent forward and kissed him solidly on the mouth, and then she straightened her body so that she was at a ninety degree angle to him, and she began a wild, bouncing, hip-crushing, penis-rubbing erotic ride that soon had his testicles tightening and feeling aroused all over again. She moved his hands to her nipples, and while he continually writhed and twisted and churned her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples, making them extend far beyond their usual size, she began going into a whole new series of verbal praises about the doctor's throbbing cock. This time she focused more on what she felt internally because of it, bucking and shuddering in the tightness of her spasming chute.
"It's just like a huge, oversized chimney!" she gasped. "Oh yes, doctor, you know what I mean ... one of those long, thick brick things on top of the electric power company's building, so long ... so thick ... so tremendously immense. Oooooooh! Drive that wonderful log of flesh all the way into me, doctor. It feels like a rolled-up ham with a solid bone right down the middle, fresh out of the oven and sizzling hot. UMMMMM ... AAAAANNNNHHHH ... my goodness ... I can feel it throbbing inside me. Oh my! I can feel every thrilling little bulge and rounded contour, and I can feel that door-knob-shaped head butting as far into me as it can go. Oh goodness, it feels as if its reaching so far into me it's going to come up into my throat. Oh yes, Doctor, I feel so crammed full of you, when the time comes for you to unleash that wonderful sperm, I'm going to go straight up like a rocket and blast right through the roof of this room. OOOOOOO-HHHHH! I'm going to climax very soon now ... very soon, but I'm not going to go through the ceiling, after all. Do you know why? UUUUUMMMMMMM! AAAAANNNNNHHHHH! Because I'm going to clamp my cunt muscles tightly around that wonderful rifle of yours like thisssssss ... AAAAANNNNNHHHHH!"
Unable to find more words, she gave him a little demonstration of what she meant, clenching her vaginal muscles around the full length of his throbbing rod until Herb Arden was ready to believe the two of them had grown together, flesh fused to flesh like two different candles locked together as their wax melted into each other.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" was the only response he was able to grunt, lifting her high with his hips in response to her tightness.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! MY GOODNESS! That felt wonderful, you glorious torturer, you. You've built the desire in me to the high point already. I'm right on the edge, and oh do you know how to make it last, doctor. AAAAANNNNHHHH! Tell me ... what does it take to finally turn on that big, juicy hose of yours? You're beating my insides to a pulp ... making me limp ... making me want to beg you ... ohhhhh ... I know you just love it too, don't you, doctor?"
Her continuous chatter continued arousing the gynecologist. He had never fucked a woman like this, before, and he knew the odds against finding another woman like this in his lifetime were tremendous.
Limp? Hah! This was one woman who was definitely not limp inside, and he suspected she had quite a few more tricks in that tight vaginal satchel of hers. God! She was so wonderfully snug in there! Still, he had to admit he did enjoy her flattery of him. From other women he was used to some kind of flattery ... but always after they were finished. Hell! He knew he was good! He was damned good! But a lot of the other women praised him because they seemed to think he expected it. This was the first time a woman was praising him during the act, and the funny part of it all was, he believed she meant every word of it. What made it all the more enjoyable was the fact that she was obviously a woman of more than a little experience, and to hear the words of praise coming from her seemed to mean more than hearing them come from some simpering little woman just out of her teens who really didn't know what fucking was all about.
Looking straight down, he was able to see the way her belly bounced up and down on him, and her cunt sucked the entire length of his throbbing cock all the way inside. Her red hair, profuse on her pelvis, seemed to hit his groin like the powderpuff it resembled, as if dusting his groin with her juices.
Looking up at her slender form, he enjoyed seeing the way her large breasts continually bounced up and down. Every now and again he covered them with his hands, enjoying the pressure of her nipples against the palm of his hand. The touch of those nipples sent all kinds of electricity shooting through his hands, causing the static to run down his arms into his shoulders, and from there they ran through his neck up to his brain. His throbbing penis pressed deeper and deeper into the narrow tightness of her sucking womanly tunnel, thrilling him beyond belief.
Herb knew he wouldn't be able to take something like this much longer, and the thought seemed to trigger the feeling he had long been awaiting. The double boilers in his throbbing scrotal sac suddenly overflowed, and a stream of scalding mush began ascending through the base of his pulsating cock. He felt that age-old thrill of wondrous sensation-that timelessly wonderful sensation that seemed to draw his entire consciousness through his shuddering cock, letting it move up, up, and up to the primal center of her inner being where her deepest, most formidable fires raged, causing her flesh to remain mucilaged to his length like electrons clinging tightly to a nucleus.
He was getting there, getting there. Just a little longer, now.
The orgasm itself, when it finally came, was the wildest thing Herb Arden ever felt. It was like shoving his cock into the center of a third rail, and every hair on his head, his groin, and under his arms stood stiffly out.
"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRR-GGGGGHHHHH AAAAA WW W WWAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUUURRRRRGGGGG-HHHHH!" he bellowed as the sperm fired from the cannon of his body into the center of her innermost being. Shuddering delight traversed through the man's entire body as tingle after tingle blasted through him uncontrollably, rushing in and out of every pore, petrifying him, making him stiffen so that he was totally incapable of moving. He lay there like a column of marble, his mind seemingly going numb as he watched the beautiful redhead's pale, delightful feminine form enjoy its own conclusion, her body contorting like a worm bent on a fish hook.
like an atomic mushroom cloud of rising smoke caught up in a wild tornado, her vibrating torso began twisting and churning and vibrating every which way, seeming to change shape and direction too fast for his glazed eyes to follow. Yet she was always there, continuing to grow from his body, a veritable phoenix rising from the ashes of their cummingling, and he had to admit it was the most amazing orgasmic experience he had ever enjoyed.
Finally it came to an end, and Herb Arden didn't believe how much of his strength had been sapped. It was the woman who recovered first, and, after slipping her hospital gown on, she had to help him with his clothing before calling for an attendant to take her back to her room in a wheelchair. As she went, Herb laughed to himself, thinking he would be the one to need wheelchair if he had any further encounters with this woman. God! No wonder her husband took those trips! If he stayed home all the time, she would destroy him. One thing was certain, and that was, her husband didn't have the strength to fool around while he was away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was inevitable that Ira Carr, the head of Cardiology, would have an encounter with Dolores Rathbone. Herb Arden, who had always considered himself the top stud at the hospital, had always been told that Dr. Carr was able to outperform him. Herb had refused to believe that, but he had never had an opportunity to put it to the test. It would have been difficult for him to devise a proper test. After all, suppose they each took a dozen girls into a bedroom and proceeded to see how many of them they were able to satisfy while climaxing themselves. One of them might have girls far more easy to satisfy than the other. Then suppose they hired some woman to take them on individually. It was always possible the woman might be bribed by one or the other to say which one was best.
But with Dolores Rathbone there would be no problems. To begin with, she would not even know she was being used as a guinea pig. In fact, Ira Carr wouldn't know it, either. Herb Arden was the only one who would know it, because he was going to set the whole thing up. All he had to do was arrange to have Dolores take a cardiogram with Carr present. The rest would happen by itself.
He, Herb, had been drained by that one orgasm with Dolores. Granted, after a couple of hours rest, he probably would have been able to go again, but he knew he might not survive a second such climax in a twelve hour period. At the same time, he had brought Dolores to a thrilling, rousing orgasm, the like of which he had never seen in another woman. The questions now were, as follows: Was Ira Carr capable of bringing an equally powerful response in Dolores Rathbone? Was Carr capable of surviving her if he did? If so, was he capable of a second go-round with the woman within two hours? If so, Herb Arden would acknowledge Carr's superiority.
So in spite of all the tests she had already undergone, and in spite of the fact that her minor operation was over, Dolores Rathbone found herself in a wheelchair being taken to the Cardiology lab. As Dr. Arden had explained to her, this was to make certain the effect of the operation hadn't done anything to her heart. He wanted to be sure that when she left the hospital the following afternoon, she wouldn't suddenly have to hurry back. It was purely routine, or so the doctor assured her, and Dolores had no reason to doubt the doctor. She wondered if he was worried about her heart after her having had such a violent orgasm the previous day when the two of them had fucked in the gynecology lab. She smiled at that. Was he worried about her heart from the standpoint of a physician, or was he afraid that if her heart did eventually give out, it might be traced back to what had taken place between them?
Dolores smiled even more widely. Herb Arden needn't have worried about that. She had taken a long, hot bath after she had returned to her private room, wanting to make certain her husband didn't smell any sexual activity on her body when he came to see her the previous afternoon. There had been no evidence that she had indulged her body in its primitive physical need.
Still, to humor the doctor, she had agreed to a cardiogram. So she had allowed herself to be wheeled to the lab where the head Cardiologist himself would give her the test.
When she got there, the room was empty, but the attendant had asked her to lie on the small bed in the corner. Shrugging, Dolores had done so, and she had waited.
Five minutes later, the door to the lab opened, and the doctor walked in. The moment Dolores saw him, she decided, I must have him! Yes, she had to have him. He was beautiful. Tall, with skin as smooth as her own, the color of light bronze. His black hair was straight, short, but rich and full. He had a handsome man's face, and not the boyish look Herb Arden had. Oh this was some man, all right.
He had her roll up her sleeve and pull up her hospital gown as he applied a jelly to certain parts of her arm and her breast. He did it with pure professionalism, making her admire him all the more. So few men were able to touch her body and not react. She knew his lack of reaction wasn't from a lack of feeling. A man who looked and spoke and acted as he did had to be a man in every sense of the word.
"I just want you to relax," he told her. "Breathe evenly, take your time adjusting, and I'll handle the rest." He attached wires to her.
"Certainly, doctor," she replied. "I'm curious though, why did doctor Arden insist you give me the test, personally? As I understand it, the test is so simple, an RN can handle it."
"Doctor Arden either thinks you're a very important patient, or he must be worried about you," Ira Carr replied. "In any case, I have the time this afternoon. For a change there are no operations for which I have to prep, and unless some sudden emergency arises that can't be handled without me, I'll probably be spending most of the afternoon doing a lot of paperwork."
"I do appreciate your giving some of the time to me," Dolores said, smiling. "Will you stop by my room later on and let me know the results?"
Carr looked at her smiling face, and he nodded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Reading the results of a Cardiology test was something a doctor did in seconds. Both he and Dolores knew there was no reason why Ira Carr would have had to stop by her room to tell her the results of the test. He would have been able to tell her the moment he looked at the long chart. However, the look of lust in Dolores's eyes was an obvious invitation Ira Carr simply was unable to refuse. After checking her cardiogram, seeing for himself that she had a perfectly healthy heart, the man knew for sure what his visit to her room would mean. Not having had a woman since his encounter wit Geralyn Greene, who was now safely returned to th bosom of her family, the good doctor, feeling more than a little horny, and seeing the more-than-willing look on Dolores's face, decided to take advantage of her kind offer to come to her room.
It was three in the afternoon when he came to her room, closing and locking the door behind him, the usual sign appearing on the door saying the patient was in need of the utmost privacy. Dolores was not in bed at the moment, standing, looking out the window, shuffling around in the paper slippers the hospital provided. When Carr walked in, Dolores approached him and looked up at him, the smoke of desire clouding her lovely eyes, revealing her mood. She reached out and put a hand on the doctor's arm, feeling a surprising amount of muscle. She was pleased. At least this man had better physical development than Herb Arden. She hoped his physical development between his thighs was at least as good, if not better.
"Ira ... Doctor Carr ... I'm so glad you agreed to come and tell me the results of my test."
"I'm more than happy to do it, Mrs. Rathbone. I hope you don't mind my still calling you Mrs. Rathbone. I think it important that we never forget, at any time, that while you're here, in the hospital, no matter what the relationship between us, I'm still a doctor and you're still a patient."
"Of course, doctor. You're absolutely correct. Of course, I was hoping our relationship would go beyond the simple doctor-patient relationship. Dr. Arden and I also have an understanding of sorts, and I was hoping you and I might reach a similar agreement."
"Does Dr. Arden know I've agreed to meet you in your room?" Carr asked, looking into her smoky eyes.
"If he does it certainly isn't because I said anything to him," Dolores replied. "Look, let's have some kind of agreement, shall we?"
"What kind of agreement?" Carr asked.
"I won't mention Dr. Arden or anyone else while you're here if you promise to do the same."
"I think that's something I can agree to," Can-nodded.
Going over to the bed, Dolores kicked off her slippers and sank gracefully onto the mattress, arranging herself with her long, lovely legs tucked underneath so that the hospital gown she was wearing looked more like a Bill Blass creation. She motioned for the doctor to approach and sit next to her.
"I'd offer you something to drink," she said to him. "But I assume, doctors, like policemen, don't drink while on duty." She waved a hand toward a small decanter her husband had brought her the previous day, sitting on her night stand.
"To be perfectly frank," he told her, "I don't drink at any time. I just don't like the stuff."
He sat on the bed, and Dolores, in order to forestall any uneasiness between them, touched the bottom of her hospital gown and asked, "Do you like my new dress? It was made especially for me by Pierre Cardin. He always makes the nicest styles."
"Oh yes," Carr nodded. "That's a beautiful dress."
"I'm so glad you like it," Dolores said, still smiling. "It's new ... made just for this occasion. The moment I saw it I discovered I wasn't able to resist it."
"Well, to be very honest, you're the one who's hokey thing to say, but women liked hearing such things-all women, whether a blue blood from high society or a streetwalker. "We both know why I'm here. I want you..."
He reached for her and Dolores came eagerly into his extended arms, her hungry lips searching for, instantly finding his. Their lips seared together very tightly, and then, still kissing, opened so their tongues were able to delve into one another's mouths. She had been drinking a little, Carr tasted it. Still, he savored the flavor of the woman's mouth, feeling aroused and excited by her, and by the same token aware she was just as aroused by him. His strong, firm, surgeon's hands began exploring her lovely body; her curves under the loose material of the hospital gown. The good thing about hospital gowns was that patients never felt the need to wear anything beneath them, loose as they were. He felt the fullness of her lovely breasts, massaged them, feeling their smoothness under his hands. The good doctor reveled in the feel of them, wanting to remove her gown to have her freely naked in front of him. She was another woman, another new field to conquer, and she was a delightfully willing woman. He found her even more delightful than Geralyn Greene, who had kept fluctuating between wanting to and not wanting to. There were no questions on this woman's part, no hesitations. His hand slid under her gown and rubbed along the length of her back. He finally lifted it and pulled it over her lovely head, revealing the delectable whiteness of her soft flesh. She smiled at him, and he admired her body, exposed as it now was, to the navel. She was wearing panties at the moment, and he was glad. It was one thing to be obvious about wanting to be seduced. It was something else again to leave her pussy and ass bare to be inspected by anyone who happened to pass her room when the door was open. She respected her body, and that was important. So he sat back and feasted his hungry eyes on her.
"Kiss me again," she said. "I like the way you kiss."
He leaned forward, his mouth instantly on hers, kissing her lips. Then his face moved to her throat, kissing the long, stem-like neck, and finally his lips pressed themselves against those wonderfully magnificent orbs of femaleness. His mouth slavered hungrily over one breast while his hand kneaded and manipulated the other. He grasped a nipple and pulled on it, feeling it fill with blood and expand.
She lay back upon the cushions, forcing him to follow, feeling the roughness of his clothing against her soft, naked flesh. She didn't let it bother her, but rather pressed her nude softness to him, rubbing the swell of her tapered hip against his belly, letting his hand examine the slender column of her thigh, feeling him becoming more and more excited with each passing second. His throbbing prick was hard in his pants, making a jerking move for freedom.
"Let me help you undress, doctor," she whispered, biting his ear.
Her hands were cool, and efficient, and they moved with a sure knowledge on the man's shuddering body. For the first time in his life, Ira Carr didn't feel himself the master of the situation. He didn't know why. The woman wasn't a dominating female, yet he realized she had taken control of everything. Nevertheless, he was intelligent enough not to let it disturb his sexual desire for her. Lying there, he allowed her to undress him, tossing his clothing casually to the floor, revealing the full length of his throbbing manhood, stiffly upstanding, throbbingly alert, thicker and longer than anything she had ever previously seen.
"Oh my goodness!" Dolores gasped. "That has to be the most magnificent penis I've ever seen."
He knew from the way she was saying it she wasn't trying to flatter him. But then he also knew he had a penis that was superior in length and breadth to most. She reached out, her delicate touch almost mesmerizing him as she began fondling the stiffness and the length of him, moving the tips of her fingers to the rim of his purple corona. Abruptly, she lay back, pulling him on top of her.
Carr's penis came to naturally rest in the soft pubic hair of her shuddering pussy, and the narrow furrow between her cunt lips sucked on the underside of it, capturing it. She forced the length of him to lie huge and thick against her open slash, and the weight of it aroused her all the more, making tingles run wildly through her. Dolores had to admit, this was a special man.
"How much do you want me?" she asked.
"Under the circumstances, I mean, considering our position, I would think that a superfluous question," he replied.
"I want to know," she insisted.
"I want you very much," he replied, knowing now her hang-up was the definite need to know she was wanted.
"You tell me more," she insisted. "Let me hear how much you want me. Tell me what you want to do with me.
"I want you more than I've ever wanted any other woman," the doctor replied. "I want to fuck you," he went on. "I want to fuck you until your cunt is raw and the outer layer of skin on my cock has been burned off," he replied, his rough hands now squeezing her full breasts, kneading them with his fingers again and again, feeling the wonderful give of them.
"More..." she begged. "Tell me more! Tell me how hard you want to fuck me. I don't know why, but for the first time in my life I want to hear a man tell me all the desirable things he thinks about me."
"You're an exceptionally beautiful woman," he whispered. "But more than beautiful, you're sensuous, feeling, loving, and you're as easy to love as you are capable of loving. In fact, you're more easy to love, because you're so alive and vibrant and desirable. If it were possible for me to fuck you to death, I'd do it, and willingly die in the process."
"Ohhhhh ... yessssss ... kill me with it, doctor! Fuck me deep and hard and pierce all my vital organs with your cock! Kill me with it!"
"Yes, Mrs. Rathbone ... yes ... I'll stab as far into you as I can," he told her, trying to recapture her lovely lips with his mouth.
"You'll fuck me as hard as you're able?" she asked, her eyes closed, her breathing all the more stentorian.
"As hard as I can ... as hard as you want ... as long as you want ... as long as you need me," he told her.
"Then do it! Do it, now! Fuck me as hard as you're able," she gasped, moaning deep in her gasping throat. "Fuck me ... fuck me! Put that throbbingly magnificent cock of yours in the tight depths of my cunt and fuck me as you've never fucked a woman before. Make me feel things no other man has ever been able to make me feel."
The lovely redheaded woman raised her long, slender legs, flexing her thighs, reaching down between their loins to grip the immenseness of his huge, blood-bloated penis in the smallness of her gentle hand, guiding it expertly between the tantalizing lips of her inflamed and aroused vagina. There, she moved the throbbing head up and down in the moistness of her tender feminine furrow, parting the powder-puff softness of her red-surrounding hairs, using the penis like a probe to force her inner lips to separate. She moved the cock up and down in the womanly trench, feeling the huge, thick organ swell and enlarge even more, growing that much stiffer in her tight grip. That was when the good doctor decided he was unable to wait any longer. She was more woman than he had ever known.
With a firm, driving, demanding pressure, Ira Can-moved his hips against her body. Dolores felt the overpowering strength of him and placed the throbbingly swollen head of his pulsing cock at the opening of her womanly grotto. He pressed forward a little, and soon the tip was resting inside. She was all set for him now, and she let him know with a pressure from her knees. He poised himself, then drove his mighty javelin of flesh and muscle long, deep, hard, all the way into the sweet feminine softness that sue kingly engulfed him.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAA-WWWWWWUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH!" she gasped beneath him as he felt her vaginal walls slowly give way to his driving onslaught, resisting delightfully the entire time. Now his, throbbing cock was in the strait of her carnal funnel, the warmly elastic membranous lining slipping ever so wetly along his length, clinging clam-like to his hardened, shuddering flesh. She clasped him, claiming him and absorbing him into her, sucking his cock inside her to the very hilt. His weighty testicles swung below, slapping against the little brown button of her anus as well as her tender perineum as he continually rammed the giant length of his mighty pylon into the throbbing softness of her wide-split womanly cleft, showing absolutely no mercy. This was what she wanted ... what he wanted ... what both of them wanted, and he was going to do his best to fulfill their needs.
Dolores screamed with the delicious pain of what she was initially feeling since she had never had anything this long or this thick penetrate her, before. She gasped when Carr's penile head finally struck bottom, his cock riding beneath the length of her womb-neck. Her hips writhed and twisted beneath him, and she screwed her body back against his in an effort to escape the sudden, unexpected pain. Her lips clamped together as she grimaced, but he began thrusting all the harder into her, trying to cram that last little bit of his gigantic phallus into the tenderly soft pliancy of her sucking pussy.
He stopped for a moment now that he was buried as deep as possible, waiting for her womanly passageway to adjust to his breadth as he rested on top of her with his massively thick rod so deep it felt as if she had been nailed to the mattress.
She opened her eyes now, looking into his face, seeing his handsome features, and smiling. The pain she had initially felt was already dissipating, and the feeling replacing it was more powerful and thrilling than anything she had ever previously felt.
"Good God!" she gasped. "You are really immense! You're huge! You're taking me in every sense of the word, possessing me totally and completely, as no man has ever been able to do before. Doctor, I think I'm going to need more of your treatments in the future. Do you think it would be wrong of me to receive periodic checkups?"
"On the contrary," he told her. "It would be the wisest thing in the world. As your heart doctor, I would suggest weekly checkups in the future. I'll give you my office address outside the hospital. It's a private office where I see certain exclusive patients who feel they don't want to be seen coming to the hospital if there's no genuine need."
"I understand," she gasped. "Yes, I think weekly checkups would be ideal ... depending on the fee."
"In your case there'll be no fee, Mrs. Rathbone," he told her.
Her hips began moving under him at that moment, undulating in a series of tiny circles, moving tantalizingly, changing to longer, smoother, stronger back-and-forth strokes. She screwed her buttocks as far back as possible, forcing his penis to partially withdraw, and then she moved forward again, her vagina climbing the length of his gigantic pole as she impaled herself all the more fully on the thick length of him. Finally she began moving with wildly gyrating jerks, shaking her smooth buttocks, the smoldering sensuality within her womanly furnace blown to a raging blast of blistering flame between her delectable thighs.
Ira Carr was in a rapturous world all his own. He felt the thrilling fire of her, the wonderful feeling of her wetly clinging vaginal leech moving around and around his cock, driving him totally out of his mind with sensation. He braced himself on his knees and forearms above her delectably thrashing body, letting her hungry vagina move itself up and down as far as it wished to go on his fleshy monorail, swallowing and disgorging as much of the rigid length as it desired. A couple of times he bucked forward on her upstroke, driving the swelling head of his shuddering cock into her so hard, he was afraid he might actually penetrate the back wall of her womanly cupola.
She squealed and gasped with so much delight, automatically clamping her thighs that much more tightly about him, that her mind lost control of itself. Carr was immediately aware of when he began to once again dominate the situation, but it was different from all those other times. This time he wasn't dominating the woman so much as merely taking control of a situation that would bring ultimate pleasure to both of them. He moved with her, grinding his thrusting pelvis with driving power against hers, his cock moving in and out of her violently, rhythmically, and Dolores found herself automatically straining back against him, finally matching her movements to his so that he pistoned in and out of her all the more smoothly.
The lovely redheaded woman moaned in thrilled ecstasy beneath him, welcoming the slam of his pounding pelvis against hers, lifting her rounded buttocks to meet him, legs wide apart, knees clamping him firmly at the waist, fucking back at the rampaging drive of his thrusting cock in the chanting rhythm of thrilled sexual surrender.
"FUCK . : . MEEEEE ... HARRRRD, . . .DEEP . . .LONG . . .UUUUNNNNHHHH . . .MORRRE ... YESSSSS ... DARLING ... YES ... YES ... YES..." she moaned out between clenched teeth, panting harder than she had ever done in her life.
Her words all but bit into the man, driving him on to plunging wildness, making him fuck all the more insanely into her, ramming, driving, powering into her with a greater intensity.
Dolores's panting mouth opened wide and her head began whipping uncontrollably from side to side as he continued fucking all the deeper into her, driving his cock that much faster, feeling the penile organ swell and grow with each passing moment, filling her tender softness with its stone hardness. She pulled her knees up to her chest, her crotch completely exposed and vulnerable, inviting him to plunge into her sexual depths even more deeply.
"UUUUUNNNHHHH! DR. CARR. . . DARLING ... IT'S GOOD ... IT'S GOOD ... BUT I WANT MORE OF YOU ... I WANT IT IN A DIFFERENT WAY."
Carr, unable to satisfy his continual mounting lust for this redheaded woman the way he was going, said, "Anything you want, any way you want!"
"There's another way ... from the rear," she told him.
"Not a simple dog-style," he said, sounding disappointed.
"No, darling doctor, not simple dog-style. I want you to alternate, fucking two of my holes at once. If you do it fast enough, it'll feel as if I have two cocks filling me at the same time. Think you can do it?"
"I can do anything you want," he told her. "What's more, I'm never too old to learn something new."
"I've never done this with anyone else," she told him truthfully. "Not even my husband, but I've always had the urge to try it. Roll off me for a moment ... let me up ... and we'll both learn a new way to fuck, my darling."
He pulled out of her and moved back and the lovely redhead rolled over and scrambled to her knees very lithely. There were three pillows on her bed, and she tucked one of them under her knees to raise her even higher. Carr was now presented with the luscious white cheeks of her backside, and she waggled them teasingly in Carr's face. Looking down, he was able to see the slightly spread, red-bearded lips of her tantalizing pussy, the pussy that had just contained his throbbing cock. The soft cunt seemed to be blithely smiling at him, and above was the tight, brown pucker of her ass-hole that his balls had slapped against so continuously.
"Kneel behind me," she said to him, her voice quivery.
Hurriedly moving himself into position, his throbbing cock standing impatiently out and aimed toward the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks, he waited for her next instructions, feeling like a young kid all over again.
Reaching down between her thighs, Dolores grabbed his pulsing penis and slowly pulled on it, guiding it to her jellied cunt lips where she proceeded to rub the knob up and down, lubricating it and coating it with her wetness. Then she moved the great, blood-bloated head to the tiny narrow opening leading to her rectum, and she smeared her oily vaginal fluids all over that opening in preparation for the thrilling penetration about to take place.
"Spread my rear cheeks with your wonderful hands," she instructed. "I'll guide this thrillingly magnificent cock for you," she told him.
As if he were some novice at this, Dr. Carr reached down and grasped a smooth, rounded, trembling white ass-cheek in each hand and he began carefully spreading them wide apart, revealing the vulnerable brown crinkle of her tightly tantalizing anal orifice.
"Now ... slowly ... carefully ... put that magnificent cock of yours into my ass-hole," she instructed, holding her breath.
Carr had fucked other women's asses, and he wondered what was going to be so different about fucking this one. He had enough sense to keep his mouth shut, knowing her cunt had been superior to any other he had ever known, so there was no reason to suppose her ass-hole would not be.
With her fingers she pressed the large, smooth, rounded head against the tightness of her narrow nether ring, and he strained himself, moving very slowly forward, not wanting to hurt her, yet knowing there had to be some pain with this initial drive unless she was used to having her ass-hole fucked. From the tightness of it, he concurred she was definitely not used to it. He pushed forward with a constant, increasing force until, with a faint "pop" the head of his penis finally moved behind her sphincter, and he was able to feel her tightly elastic muscles clasping him very strongly, the thrilling sponginess in her rear passage giving him a multitude of sensations completely different from the thrilling tingles he had felt in her wonderful vagina. Little by little her rectal tunnel stretched and accepted his cock.
There had been some pain for Dolores. She had known she would feel pain, and she had accepted it. As a result, she had relaxed herself all the more, and so the pain began disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"Now!" she told him. "Just ram it in all the way, as hard and as fast as you can." She lowered her shoulders and braced herself, pressing her head into the other two pillows directly beneath.
Carr flexed his pelvis and then shoved all the harder, the throbbing length and breadth of his massive cock disappearing totally and completely inside the woman. Instinctively he paused, not moving, allowing time for the entire depth of her rectum to adjust to his swollen thickness. But Dolores had other ideas.
"UUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... NOWWWWW ... pull all the way out ... all the way," she insisted, and he heard the edge of excitement mounting in her voice and knew she was getting a charge from all this.
He yanked his throbbing phallus all the way back, pulling it out of her with a rush of air, and her hand, still between her thighs, instantly gripped it and she guided it into her vagina, saying, "Now, shove it all the way into my cunt!"
Obediently, the good doctor moved forward, burying his entire thickness as deep into the straining wetness of her sucking pussy as he was able.
"Now!" she told him. "Fuck me! Alternate between the two holes ... always fucking one, then the other, then back to the one! Hurry!"
The doctor needed no further instructions. He tugged the long length of his phallic spear from the sucking tightness of her vagina and without her help guided the throbbing head of his cock to her puckered rectal opening. This time it went into her ass a little easier. She was more relaxed, more used to it, and he rammed it in with wild abandon, even pumping it once when it was in there. Dolores gasped with the thrilling pleasure of it, and before she was quite ready, he had tugged his cock from her anus and he had once again buried its stolidity in her sucking vagina. He sank it to the balls in the tightness of her cunt, thrilling to the way she gripped it, his balls slapping resoundingly against her clitoris, making the organ tingle because of the thrills.
The rhythm was very quickly established. He began moving his cock solidly in and out of her, alternating between the two delightful holes, fucking her cunt, fucking her ass, and thrilling all the more because the grip of her interiors was so totally different from one another. The muscles in his thighs and pelvis flexed again and again as he guided the plunging penile organ in and out, in and out. Each time he probed into her, no matter which tunnel, Dolores rotated her hips backward, thrusting against his driving cock.
The helpless woman mewled, gurgled and groaned with utter delight, unable to believe all the thrills con-tinualy invading her body. The throbbing penis was moving smoothly in and out of her twin tunnels now. And if the feeling was not quite that of a pair of cocks moving in her at once, it was still far superior to simply being fucked in one hole continuously. She felt herself slowly but surely approaching her orgasm. Her panting breath was coming in slow, fitful gasps as the thrusting cock continued moving in and out of her two hungry openings. The delightful sensations engulfed and consumed her, and she found herself filled and re-filled and fulfilled. The dizzying peak of her orgasm was getting closer and closer all the time as the man's magnificent branch of stiffened lust continued ravishing her almost beyond endurance.
"YESSSSSS ... OHHHHHHH ... HHHH-UUUUNNNNHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS ... THAT'S SO MARVELOUS!" she gasped, panting in rhythm to the way he was fucking her. "FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY CUNT! IN! OUT! IN! OUT! IN MY ASS! IN MY CUNT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME AGAIN! FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE ... YESSSSSSSSS ... FUCK!"
His cock moved faster and faster, as if caught up in the rhythmic chanting of her voice as she gasped again and again, demanding she be brought to not one, but two climaxes, yet wanting all this to go on for the rest of her life. She found herself thrillingly, delightfully, totally transported to what, felt like the brink of a fiery volcanic crater, the smoking, steaming heat of it enveloping her, searing into her loins, flaming through her shuddering mind, until, with an uncontrollable gasp of breathless hissing, Dolores felt twin orgasms suddenly blast through her in breathless euphoria as she traveled with the speed of light to the heights of lust, only to free-float back to earth very, very slowly, feeling thrilling sensations of sexual pleasure the like of which she had never felt before. It was unbelievable. What was surprising to the lovely redhead was the fact that in spite of the scorching heat she felt, she wasn't burned in any way.
Long before the first climaxes passed into oblivion, she felt herself experiencing a second dual set, and then a third, and she knew she would be able to go on orgasming forever if his cock were able to hold out. The thrilling shaft plunged into each of her holes with greater force than ever.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWWAAAAA-RRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" the doctor bellowed, and he was grateful Dolores was in the wing reserved for VIPs. Fortunately, there were no other VIPs present, and so his screams went unheard, save for the floor nurses, all of whom knew quite well what was going on. The good doctor had made another conquest, and as far as most of them were concerned, it didn't bother them at all, since he always did his job as a doctor first, never letting his sex life interfere with his hospital duties.
Stream after stream of his hot white sperm was jetting into Dolores's cunt, the last hole he was buried in when he began firing. He knew better than to pull out and try plunging his cock into her ass at a time like this. The heated pressure caused another climax to well up inside the trembling redheaded woman, and she bit the pillow beneath her face to keep herself from shouting out loud.
Finally it was over. Dolores lay on her belly and smiled at the doctor as he managed to dress himself.
"I'd like to stay for seconds," he told her, "but duty calls. However, feel free to call my office for weekly appointments in the future."
"I will," she promised. "I definitely will."
CHAPTER NINE
John Homer didn't like his new nurse. He didn't like anything about her, even though she had let him know with certain sly innuendoes that she would be more than willing to let him do what he had done with Peggy, as long as he was willing to pay the price. He assumed she was the one who had substituted for Peggy in the first place, and though she might have been enjoyable when he had been blindfolded, he didn't much care for her when he was able to see her.
John knew Peggy had enjoyed what he had done, and he knew she wanted more. He also knew her strict upbringing was something that would not permit her to admit to herself that she wanted more now that she was no longer in the throes of passion. This was the reason why she had insisted on being transferred elsewhere. Well hell! John had no desire to stay in this damn padded suite without Peggy.
A couple of heavy bribes let him learn that Peggy had been transferred to the VIP wing. Since he was only going to be there one more day, he decided he would like to see how the VIPs lived. So he asked if there were any rooms available in that wing. To his pleasant surprise, he discovered that all but one of the rooms was empty. He would be able to have his choice of any room there, though it was clearly understood that he would be paying twice as much daily for the room that he was now paying for this one, which in turn was somewhat more expensive than a semi-private room.
So, while Peggy was still not yet on duty, John Horner was transferred to the VIP wing. Hell! If he had only one more day in this place, he wanted into that lovely bleached blonde at least once more before having to leave.
The moment he was installed in his new room, he put his robe on and began walking around the floor, never a man to remain idle, even during this inconvenience. As a result, he met the other floor nurses, all of whom were extremely efficient, and none of whom appealed to him in a physical sense.
He noticed the door to the room next to his was open, and peering in, he saw an extremely beautiful redheaded woman resting. Now there was someone he would have loved scoring with, but he had no idea why she was there, and as a result, he didn't want to start something he was unable to finish. It was one thing to take advantage of a nurse in nice, closed quarters. But forcing himself on a female patient might be construed as rape, especially if she screamed. No, he could wait. He knew Peggy would be surprised, but he also knew she would not be able to request another transfer so quickly. Shit! That blonde bitch had to learn that as long as he was in this hospital, she was his to do with as he pleased. Hell! He still had that tape of her taking the bribe money, and he was going to use it once more to make her fuck for him. Then he would give it to her. He knew it was unfair, but that was the way things were. There was no such thing as fair in this world. If you didn't take, then you were taken. It was a simple as that.
So he returned to his room and turned on the TV set. Peggy was on the evening shift this week, and that would make it all the more interesting. There were less people around in the evening, and there would be less people to hear her if she decided to put up a verbal battle. Besides, he had already bribed the new oncoming floor nurses to pay no attention to any noises they might hear.
CHAPTER TEN
Peggy Esquire had a lot of friends at Lewis Memorial, and one of them let her know of the fact that John Horner had been moved to the section of the hospital where she had just been transferred. She had just come in, feeling relaxed and smiling for the first time since she had been forcibly fucked, and inwardly she had known the relaxation was due only in part to the transfer. The rest of it was due to the fact that her body had been made to relax by what John Horner had done to her. Still, she didn't think she wanted to go through that again. So when she was told about Horner's moving to the VIP ward, she found herself in a quandary.
"Look," one of the other nurses told her. "Before you go up to take over your duties, why not stop at the office of Dr. Ira Carr. He's head of Cardiology, and he'll be able to figure out something for you. Maybe he can order Horner strapped to his bed."
Realizing she had nothing to lose, Peggy decided to pay a visit to Ira Carr. The man had stayed late to finish a lot of paperwork that had been piling up, and he was just finishing up the last little bit of it when Peggy walked into his office. She explained what had happened with John Horner, and when it was over, she asked, "Is there anything you can do to keep the episode from being repeated?"
"There are many things I might do," Carr said, motioning for Peggy to sit in the chair across from him. "But no matter what I do, it won't be the answer for you."
"I don't understand," Peggy replied.
"It's simple," he said. "Little John Horner will not just sit in his corner once he gets out of this hospital if he feels you did something to have him restrained."
"Well then, maybe I'd just better say I'm sick and have this as an off-day."
"Running away won't solve the problem, either," Carr told her. "It has to be faced. The question is, are you willing to undergo another sexual encounter with the man if it will assure you of his never bothering you again? I know this is extremely unorthodox, and as one of the hospital directors I can order more direct restraints on Mr. Horner, but as I said, in the long run it won't help you."
"I'll do anything, to keep that man from totally ravishing me again," she gasped. "Just tell me what to do."
The doctor spoke to her at some great length, and when he was finished, she asked, "But do you think she'll..."
"Leave that to me," he said. "You go on up to the ward. Go directly to Mrs. Rathbone's room. You just allow her to take it from there."
Peggy nodded and said, "I hope this can be cleared up quickly, doctor. I like my job here, but I'm afraid I'll have to give it up if I encounter further incidents like this."
"How long have you worked for this hospital now, Miss Esquire?" "Two years, doctor."
"And this is the first such incident you've had, right?" "That's correct."
"Well then, the odds of it happening again, especially in the near future, are almost non-existent. However, always remember, whenever you do have a problem, come to me."
When Peggy left his office, Ira Carr knew she was one female he would have loved to fuck, but she wasn't ready for it ... not yet. Sighing, he picked up the phone and asked for Dolores Rathborne's room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dolores had been relaxing in bed when her phone rang, and discovering it was Ira Carr, she had allowed herself to sink into the pillow and mattress of the bed and remember very fondly how much she had enjoyed being with him in the late afternoon. When she heard what he had to say, she replied. "Don't worry, doctor. I'm sure the nurse and I will be able to handle this situation very adequately. My husband had to fly out again today after visiting me yesterday, and I don't foresee any problems, unless the gentleman next door is expecting any visitors."
"He isn't," Ira told her. "The man's a loner."
"Then don't worry. By the way, will next Friday be convenient for me to stop by your office?"
"Friday will be an excellent day," he assured her.
"Goodbye, doctor," she said, her sweet smile coming through the phone.
She hung up and waited for Peggy to arrive, thinking precisely what she intended doing with John Horner. The man was an obvious lecher, and he needed a lesson, a real lesson. He was going to discover what it was like to have too much of a good thing. By the time she was finished with him, he would never rape a poor, defenseless female again. She had quite a few ideas.
A few minutes later the pale, bleached blonde nurse came into her room, and Delores said, "I think we can take care of your problem. Tell me, first, have you any objection to a little lesbianism?"
"I've never done anything like that," Peggy gasped.
"Neither have I," Dolores admitted. "But it might be necessary, if we're not only to fix this man, but keep ourselves from being frustrated. You just do whatever comes naturally."
CHAPTER TWELVE
John Homer would never really understand all that happened to him that particular evening. After it was all finished, and he lay, almost a total physical wreck on his bed, he reviewed it all in his mind as if he had written it in a diary. He knew one thing, and that was, from now on he was going to stick with the class of woman he knew best. No more of these goody goodies, or, for that matter, of these oversexed, high-handed rich bitches.
* * *
The two women had suddenly simply appeared in his doorway, the nurse and the good-looking redhead from the room next door. They shut the door, both smiling at him, and he suddenly felt very flushed and almost anxious ... nearly afraid, though he was unable to understand just why he ought to be afraid.
The two women, the nurse and the redheaded woman patient, undressed, just like that, without a word. He looked from one to the other. Everything about them was so different. The blonde had smaller, rounder, firmer tits-just as he had remembered them. The redhead's breasts were larger, not quite as firm, though the nipples seemed to hold up well enough. Where the blonde had pear-shaped tits, the redhead had melon-shaped boobs. The blonde had tan nipples and areolae, while the redhead had almost pigment-less areolae and nipples. Both had nice slender waists, and while the blonde's hips were almost slender, the redhead had broad, wide hips. In the dresser mirror against the opposite wall, he was able to see they both had small, tight, round ass-cheeks, and the cheeks winked as they walked.
The two of them walked over to the man who was now sitting up on the bed, and without undue haste, saying nothing, they undressed him, removing his pajamas. The redhead began kissing his stomach, and without being told, the lovely blonde nurse immediately began sucking on the tip of his cock, just as she had been forced to do the last time they had been together. When he reached for Peggy's breasts, the lovely blonde nurse lifted her mouth from his cock and backed away. His fingers twitched, aching to get hold of her breasts, and the way she had backed away made him more anxious than ever to feel them. But to get up and go after her would cause him to lose the delightful pressure of the redheaded woman's kissing lips all over his chest and stomach. Sheeittt! She really knew how to kiss.
Instantly his hand reached out and gripped the throbbing melon of Dolores's ... he later learned that was her name ... breast, and his fingers tugged on the nipple, pinching, pulling, squeezing, making the nipple grow harder while the redhead continued sucking on his flesh, licking it with her tongue, sending chilling thrills shooting wildly through his shuddering body. She sucked so hard, he knew her mouth would be leaving hickeys all the way around.
Dolores finally took her tantalizing mouth from his flesh and pulled away as Peggy returned and began sucking on his cock again. Her head bobbed up and down quickly, and though she didn't take too much of his cock into her mouth at the time, it was obvious what she was doing to the man was driving him wild with sensation, and he quivered uncontrollably, still sitting nakedly on the edge of his bed. Her mouth pulled and slurped, making noises like a sucker fish.
Meanwhile, Dolores reached down and grabbed Peggy's dangling right breast, stopping it from swaying as the latter's head continued bobbing up and down, and the two of them saw the lovely blonde shudder as the redhead fondled her nipple. Now the redheaded woman kneeled beside the cocksucking blonde nurse. She let her head dip beneath the dangling breasts of the more slender woman, turning her face upward and forcing it between his flesh and Peggy's body, putting the upstanding little nipple between her lips and then compressing those lips tightly and pulling. Peggy gasped, writhing in uncontrolled pleasure, as if this was the first time such a thing had ever happened to her. From what John was able to see, he was willing to bet it was the first time any woman had ever sucked Peggy's tit. But not once did she let it stop her from pumping her head up and down on his throbbing lance of flesh, and though her mouth was teasing and prickling him, he knew his climax was a long way off. Nevertheless, the sight of the two women behaving so erotically was making John Horner feel stirring sensations the like of which he had never previously felt.
Peggy continued wriggling in pleasure, her mouth automatically pumping up and down on the throbbing lance of John's hard penis. At the same time she reached out with her own hand and felt between the thighs of the redhead kneeling beside her. It was plain from the way she was gingerly touching Dolores that this was the first time Peggy had ever done anything like this, yet her fingers continued moving into the pink gash hidden below the nest of red hair, and her extended middle finger somehow or other probed into Dolores's labial slot.
The three of them stayed that way for a considerable length of time, John still unable to believe all this was happening to him. Far be it from him to fight it, but he still found it difficult to believe he was with two such sensually stimulating women. The man automatically jackhammered his throbbing cock into the tightly narrow mouth of the sucking blonde, aching to feel even more sensation, knowing the urge to climax was already beginning to build. He wanted his prong as deep in Peggy's mouth as possible when the time finally came for him to explode. The tantalizing pressure of her sucking lips was having an unbelievable effect on him.
"OHHHHH ... HHHHUUUNNNHHHH ... GODDDDD ... GONNA SHOOT ANY MOMENT!" John gasped. "You keep this up and I'm gonna blast a whole wad down that sucking throat of yours, honey."
At that moment, Dolores chose to take her mouth from Peggy's dangling breast, and she sat up beside the blonde, saying, "From what you told me, you sucked him off the last time. This time let me taste some of that seminal honey, huh."
John didn't believe it. The two females were now quibbling as to which of them was going to drink his sperm. This was driving him out of his mind. He didn't care which one it was as long as it was one of them.
But Peggy kept her lips tightly locked around the coronal ridge of his throbbing cock, her teeth digging into the flesh and making slight indentations beneath his penile head. Dolores seemed to be getting upset over it, and so John tactfully, so he thought, suggested, "Why don't you girls take turns?"
"How about what he suggested?" Dolores asked, and Peggy nodded her head vigorously, making John shudder as her teeth nibbled a little harder.
"HOWWWWBBBB?? ? " Peggy asked, her mouth still clamped on the throbbing length of fleshy steel.
"How do we do it?" Dolores asked, as if taunting John to lead them on. He was sure she knew what he meant, but it was as if she wanted to hear him say it. In the meantime, Peggy continued strongly sucking on the throbbing penis.
"Look ... HHHHUUUNNNHHH ... just as I shoot ... AAANNNNHHHH ... I'll YELLLLL! Let Peg here have the first four blasts, and then she'll yank her head away and you can clamp your mouth down and take all the rest. How does that sound? OOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS!"
"Fine with me," Dolores said, and John was able to see the woman was genuinely aroused, sexually. There was no question that she was enjoying this. Not only that, but from the pressure Peggy was putting on his cock, it was obvious the blonde was also enjoying herself. John would never be able to understand if her enjoyment came from actually sucking, or from the frustrations she and the other woman were building in him. "Is it okay with you?" Dolores asked Peggy.
The lovely nurse nodded her head, then she slid her mouth to the side so that she was nibbling up and down the right half of his throbbing cock. Dolores immediately understood what she was doing, and she brought her head down sideways so that her own lips covered the other half of his cock. The two females now moved their mouths up and down in unison, their lips actually touching around the thickness of his throbbing pole. When their mouths slid to the top of his anxiously twitching phallic lance, their tongues actually intertwined around the helmeted glans and they soul-kissed while thoroughly licking his corona.
The two mouths nibbled at his cock as if they were sharing an ear of corn, moving up and down, playing it like a harmonica. Their tongues flicked against his shuddering organ again and again, and the man knew there was nothing in the world that was going to keep him from shooting his load. Boiling froth was already working its way up inside his flesh cylinder, and the two females were aware he was going to shoot.
Peggy's mouth instantly returned to the top of his throbbing pole, opening wide and sliding down just in time to catch the first blast of his seminal fire in the depths of her throat. She was aware of the hot stream splattering into her gullet, and then the man was spurting a second stream. Her licking tongue swooped it up and carried it to the back of her mouth just in time for her to drink his third squirt. The fourth followed before she was able to swallow, and with her mouth bloated with sperm, Peggy pulled her tantalizingly leeching lips from the throbbing, bursting cock, making room for the redheaded woman to display her own oral talents.
The fifth shot came so quickly from John's shuddering cock, Dolores was unable to catch it in her .mouth. It made a white streak along her left cheek as she clamped her sucking lips all the more tightly over the man's flesh fountain. She began bobbing her head very vigorously in the hope of exciting him enough to spurt a lot more of his gooey fluid. He fired, fired, then fired another dozen times, and then he shot again, unable to stop himself from shooting.
Dolores continued sucking happily away, pulling, slurping, doing her level best to drain every last little seminal dribble from the throbbing depths of his shuddering cock as it continued shrinking while locked between her teeth. She slurped noisily, smacking her lips as she continued draining his throbbing organ, hungrily pulling out every last bit of the thick, gummy fluid and savoring every little drop of it.
Peggy, seeing the white streak of sperm on the redhead's soft cheeks, leaned over and licked it with her delicate pink tongue. Then she slid her face between Dolores's chin and the man's hairy testicles and she began licking the wrinkled scrotum, the pressure of her tongue causing some last drops to leak from the shuddering penile tip.
Feeling much of his strength drained, yet determined not to show these women he had been weakened by them, John Horner smiled and braced himself on one arm to keep himself from looking tired. Hell! When he had made Peggy blow him the first time, he had fucked her a half hour later, and he had made her come two more times to his one more climax. But it was obvious from looking at the two females that neither of them had been satisfied yet, and both were in dire need of some love.
"I don't think he can do anything right now," Dolores said. "Look at him. In spite of the bold front he's putting on, he's all whacked out. But we'll get him aroused again, and quickly."
"How?" Peggy wanted to know.
Dolores turned to the blonde nurse and said, "Just make believe I'm a man, that's all. Love me as you would a man, and I'll do the same to you."
"But how..."
Her voice was cut off as Dolores pressed her mouth to Peggy's, kissing the lovely blonde nurse. The two of them wrapped their arms around one another and fell to the inexpensive carpet covering the floor. Even in the VIP ward, the carpeting wasn't that good. Dolores's hand reached down and began cupping Peggy's vagina, so Peggy reached down and began cupping Dolores's cunt in return.
The two of them stretched out full length on the floor of the room, each hungrily kissing and licking one another. Their sexual hunger had turned them into ravenous animals.
John stared at the pair of them, completely amazed at the way they were intertwined, locked in a violent joint embrace from top to bottom. Lips pressed solidly against lips and open mouths revealed tongues dancing from one oral cavern to the other.
Arms were entwined in a fascinating combination of delightfully rounded feminine curves. Each woman had her legs tightly twisted about the other woman, and each of the two of them was grasping, tugging, and pulling the other woman as close as possible to her until it appeared as if all the angles and curves belonged to a single lovely female body. Their breathing was in such perfect tempo, it looked as if only one person was constantly inhaling and exhaling as the pair of them rolled on the floor; a single living human freak with four arms and four legs and two heads.
Their flat stomachs were tightly pressed to one another, the hot perspiration coming from both of them making squeaking sounds in between, making it appear their navels were tightly sutured together. Two flat panes of belly flesh now rubbed firmly against one another as their hungry mouths clung all the more voraciously, tongues wildly whipping away at each other. The solid, pear-shaped breasts of one woman pressed against the full-meloned shapes of the other woman's tits, and four nipples ground against one another in perfect unison as they rubbed, rubbed, and rubbed again. Their hands no longer clung to one another's sopping cunts, but rather their arms were now firmly wrapped around each other's torsos, allowing their curved labia to feel the friction caused by the pressure of the other female's leaking cunt lips. Their pouting pussies pressed all the more solidly together, aflame under the burning strain of heavy passion ignited by having allowed their mouths to share in the sucking of the man's swollenly enlarged penis.
John stared unbelievingly as the two females rolling on the floor got carried away with their feelings-feelings he had never suspected women were capable of having for one another. This was the first time he had ever seen women really enjoying each other, and he was astounded at the passion exuded by the two of them. They were more than physically trying to please one another. The two of them were actually loving each other for the moment. Both had been hungry for a man, though John would never know just how hungry. Dolores had been fully aware of her hunger, because if she didn't have an orgasm at least once every hour, that hunger began welling up inside her. But it was Peggy who was surprised at how anxious she was for physical satisfaction, first realizing what she was feeling.
Though John wasn't able to understand how two females were able to feel such passion for one another, he sympathized with them. After all, he had been aroused by each of these women, and their bodies had really gotten him hotter than hell.
It seemed at this point as if neither of the two women was actually aware of what she was doing. Each was automatically reacting strictly to her sense of touch and her sense of taste. The thrilling stimulation of nipple against nipple and swollen, pouting cunt lips rubbing against smoothly soothing labia made each of the females seemingly forget she was in need of some kind of masculine attention.
John found himself being stimulated just by watching, and even though he normally would have taken a long time to recover, the visual stimuli helped him regain his sexual powers that much more quickly. He finally slid off the bed and moved in on the clinging females, but they appeared to be totally unaware of the man's presence at that time. They were so tightly pressed against one another, the best the man was able to do was to begin by kissing the napes of their necks while rubbing their backs and spines. But for a long time neither female seemed to be aware of his presence. Maybe it was just as well, because as aroused as he was, his prick was still only half-hard.
Though Dolores had been the one to talk Peggy into this, and Peggy had been loath to actually comply in the beginning, she was now turning into the more aggressive of the two. Without even a flinch, she began by letting her hand return to the redheaded woman's seethingly aroused quim, rubbing the outer juicy labia with the palm and heel of her hand. She exerted just enough pressure to stimulate a fiery glow in the pit of Dolores's aching belly. The redheaded woman found her cunt was leaking a tremendous amount of heavy, viscous fluids, and the oily ointment drenched Peggy's hand.
Without even thinking about what she was doing, Peggy placed her forefinger on the other woman's extended clitoris and began rotating it in a soft, tantalizing circular motion, first moving clockwise, then counterclockwise.
Dolores unthinkingly churned her beautiful body in a shuddering countermovement to the other woman's unbelievably stimulating finger massage, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing. It seemed as if the two women had drifted into an entirely different cosmos, with Dolores's white, pillarly thighs clamped solidly and tightly around the pressuring hand of the blonde nurse, her throbbing feminine nubbin riding solidly against the beautiful blonde's moving finger.
At the same time Dolores clutched the blonde nurse all the more tightly to her, her mouth no longer on Peggy's lips, but now chewing on the blonde's shoulder. She bit deeply, making Peggy gasp, and then the mouths of the two women were hungrily seeking each other again, and they began kissing violently. Dolores let her tongue wash across Peggy's tile-white teeth.
It was Peggy who finally broke up the clinch, pulling her mouth from that of the redheaded woman, but her finger remained where it was, still making tiny circles against the lovely redhead's tremblingly pulsating nub. Peggy leaned down and sucked half of Dolores's right breast into her tiny little mouth, letting her tongue play over the nipple. She half-swallowed the melon-like orb, making all kinds of noisy sucking sounds in the depths of her throat, then releasing it so she was able to roll the throbbingly turgid, upstanding nipple firmly between her biting teeth and clinging lips. Peggy was putting just enough pressure on the nipple with the edges of her teeth to fill the lovely redheaded woman with total sensual pleasure.
Dolores's soaking vagina meanwhile, rotated, moving like a whirling dervish, circling again and again on the rubbing point of the beautiful blonde nurse's finger. Dolores was moaning, awash in a sea of thrilling ecstasy.
Peggy, meanwhile, was overjoyed to hear the lovely woman gasping and sobbing, and she pressed her finger all the harder against the beautiful woman's vibrating pink pellet while her lips continued to hungrily masticate the lovely rubbery nipple. Had Peggy realized what she was doing, she still would not have been horrified. What she was learning now was something that would stay with her to the end of her days. It didn't matter what others said about good and evil. Both sensations had to be experienced, and then one had to judge for ones' self. What was good for one person might be bad for another, and Peggy would never again accept another person's standards as her own.
John Horner was burning with lust all over again. His cock was now three-quarters hard and getting harder, stretching its head as it continued to solidify. He noticed the way Peggy's shuddering body was wildly trembling, shaking, moving with the rhythmically circular movement of Dolores's body as she pressed herself against Peggy's finger. Anxious, John moved himself against Dolores's buttocks, pressing the now-turgid length of his shuddering cock against the long, narrow split between the cheeks of her ass. His hard cock slipped between the ass-cheeks, feeling the wetness there generated by the bubbling cauldron of her vagina-the excess juices oozing out and leaking into her anal crack. Letting his cock push forward a little more, John felt his penile head rubbing against the turgidly swollen lips of her frothing cunt. He allowed the helmeted head to soak in her cunt juices for nearly a half minute, then he tugged his cock back and took aim at her tiny ass-hole.
It was still no go. His cock seemed too thick to penetrate her anus ... at least right now. Sliding his left hand underneath, he allowed his pinky to soak in the heated sauna of Peggy's shuddering vagina, then he moved his pinky up until it was finally pressed against the tight, squirmy ass-hole of Dolores Rathbone.
Slowly, little by little, the man's driving pinky began to finally part the web-like flesh of Dolores's round and jumping ass, and centimeter by centimeter slowly forced her tight, doughnut-like sphincter to yield to its pressure. With each little forward push the shuddering blonde gasped and rubbed her finger all the harder against Dolores's tiny man-in-the-boat.
Dolores clasped the anxious blonde nurse to her all the more tightly now, their cheeks pressed very tightly together. Her mouth pouted so beautifully, John decided he had to lean forward and kiss it while his pinky tried moving into her ass-hole.
"Not mine," Dolores whispered softly into his mouth as he kissed her. "Try Peggy's ass-hole."
Shrugging, John pulled his pinky from Dolores's ass-hole and moved his body around to the other side. He probed at Peggy's ass-hole with his pinky, and Peggy, not used to what he was doing, tightened her ass-cheeks firmly around the finger. Dolores, realizing what was happening, didn't want to break the spell. She pressed Peggy's face all the more firmly against her own breast, leaning forward and kissing John on the mouth as he stretched his head over Peggy's shoulder.
Peggy, meanwhile, had sucked so much on the beautiful red-haired woman's tantalizing mammary, she finally let it slip from her mouth and pressed her lips to the top of Dolores's right shoulder. John wanted to go on kissing Dolores while he was driving his finger into Peggy's ass-hole, and Dolores wanted it as well. When
John tried coming up for air, Dolores had such a tight grip on the back of his head with her left hand, he thought he was going to smother. It was Peggy who inadvertently broke the kiss between the two of them, rubbing Dolores's clitoris a little too hard with her finger, and as a result, Dolroes, taken off-guard, let go of John's head, and he was finally able to pull his mouth from hers.
Looking down at Peggy's ass-hole, John actually considered kneeling and sucking the blonde's anus had her ass not been bucking so violently. As it was, and he never recalled how, he had worked his pinky all the way into Peggy's rectum, and now he was moving it around, stretching the elasticity of the sphincter in order to make it accommodate his cock that much easier.
He finally tugged his pinky out and pushed his forefinger in. It slid in much more easily than he would have believed. Good! Now it was time to probe her rectum with his cock. That was the one hole of hers he had yet to fuck.
Peggy's head was very slowly moving up and down the shimmering, sweat-shiny torso of Dolores Rathbone, bypassing the almost colorless nipples and swollen breasts and working down along the flat belly. She dipped her head to the scrunched up navel and inserted her tongue, and Dolores nearly screamed with thrilled desire as the oral digit made a few circular turns within. From the winking bellybutton, her tantalizingly quick tongue flickered down to the flat of her newfound friend's white belly, and from there to the heavy red moss covering her pelvis.
In no time Peggy's teasing tongue had tickled its way to the top of the beautiful red-haired woman's hair-fringed split. The blistering result from the blonde's seethingly hot breath as her wet tongue sliced through the surrounding red hedge of hair was to create an overpowering updraft of fire inside Dolores's quaking belly. Peggy suddenly realized she was going to make a female achieve orgasm, and instead of being revolted by the idea, she was thrilled.
John Horner's throbbing prick had finally once more found an ass-hole, though it was a different ass-hole than the one he had originally intended penetrating. He slowly pressed forward, and the lovely blonde, forgetting all the pain she had felt when raped, remembering only the orgasms she'd had at the time of her sodomy, pressed her buttocks backward while pushing her tongue forward. The pink lingual organ began sluicing its way into Dolores's honey pot.
As John's throbbingly swollen, powerful cock began making inroads into Peggy's ultra-tight ass-hole, he saw her fingers move lower and begin massaging Dolores's clitoris while her tongue continued laving the throbbing delicate slit. Peggy forced Dolores's thighs even wider, delving into the tightness of her juicy twat with three fingers, feeling her steaming juices bubbling out as the fingers slowly went in. Now her lips and tongue began working on the red-haired woman's tantalizing clitoris, pulling on the nubbin of extended pink flesh until John was afraid the woman might actually bite it right off.
Ramming his fiery poker into Peggy's rectal tunnel as hard as he was able, John noticed she didn't fight him. She pushed back, rotating in enjoyment as his hard cock began pushing deeper and deeper until it was all the way in. Then he began reaming it back and forth. It made Peggy open her mouth that much wider and press it all the more flatly against the delightful redhead's blood-filled, extended clitoris. Dolores was wriggling in unspoken delight, filled with one violent thrill after another as delight worked its way through her.
Dolores was unable to believe this was a woman who had never had anything to do with sex except to be forced into it. She was going mad from the loving pressure Peggy was exerting on her vagina. Every possible neuron and axon inside her thrillingly besieged vagina was tingling and vibrating like the string on a well-tuned violin. Her brain continually received one pleasurable thrill after another, and at this point the redheaded woman felt she was taking advantage of Peggy by merely receiving and not giving.
Dolores moved quickly, and as a result, John was suddenly flat on his back on the floor. His cock was still hungrily inserted in the tightness of Peggy's squeezing rectum. Peggy lay on top of him, her tongue washing across Dolores's clitoris, and Dolores was now on top of the blonde nurse in a soixante-neuf position, wildly lapping.
Every now and again Dolores's tongue slithered down the full length of the blonde nurse's lovely cunt, reaffirming for herself that Peggy was a bleached blonde, since the hairs of her vagina were a mousy brown. Her oral probe touched the base of the throbbing pole of John's cock as it continued moving in and out of the lovely Peggy's tightly narrow ass-hole. The squeezing confines were so crushing, John thought his throbbing prick might be squeezed two-dimensionally flat. The weight of the two females on top of John would have been intolerable had not the desire for orgasm lent him unbelievable strength at that moment.
Not that the women were that heavy. Between them they probably weighed slightly more than two-hundred pounds, and fortunately, it was evenly distributed, so John didn't feel excess pressure on his groin.
Dolores's hungering mouth continued slurping madly away at the tantalizing gash of the lovely nurse, while the working lingual digit of Peggy Esquire constantly washed the redheaded woman's solid clitoris. Because the two females pumped themselves up and down on top of John, the poor man was hardly able to move, and though he felt some sensation in his cock, it wasn't nearly enough.
"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHMMMMFFFF-WWWWAAAAUUUGGGHHHHGGGLLLLRRRR-HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGHHHHWWWWUUUUU-MMMMFFFFF!" Dolores gasped, climaxing first, wailing like an uncontrolled banshee as she rolled from side to side, pumping the pouting fullness of her slickly wet vaginal center into her female companion's hungrily waiting mouth. She jammed her face deep into Peggy's tightly narrow pussy and screamed again and again, the sound being absorbed by the softness of the inner velvety walls of the nurse's tantalizing vagina. It was a thrilling first for Dolores, and she had to admit, bi-sexuality was enjoyable enough so that she wanted to try it again, sometime. This way, when there weren't enough discreet men around to satisfy her, she would be able to reach pleasant conclusions with women.
Her screaming, plus the pressure of her constantly lapping tongue on the clitoris of the gasping Peggy soon had the lovely nurse in an insane frenzy as she, too, climbed the incomparable rainbow, shuddering and shaking in the uncontrollable throes of some wildly unnamed passion, climaxing anally as well as clitorally, as John's cock continued pumping insider her rectum, while Dolores's tongue consistently washed across her pink pellet.
" AAAAUUUUGGGGMMMMFFFFW W WWLLL-GGGGHHHRRRRUUUUFFFAAAANNNNGGGG-HHHHUUUURRRRLLLGGGGHHHHMMMFFFF-UUUUGGGHHHH!" she gasped, her face still pressed against the sucking slash of the lovely red-haired woman.
It was obvious Peggy had enjoyed the more intense orgasm of the two, and an instant after completing a whole series of thrilling climaxes, she rolled off John, pushing Dolores from her, feeling the man's throbbing cock tug out of her ass-hole with the loud pop of a cork leaving a champagne bottle.
"I need another orgasm," Dolores gasped, untangling herself from Peggy and looking at John, whose cock was still hard. He was panting, for even though he had not yet climaxed a second time, the moving of the two women on top of him had converted the glycogen in his body to pure energy, and he had used up a tremendous amount of it.
Somehow, the man managed to get to his feet, and tugging Dolores to her feet, he flung her onto his bed. Then he hurled his powerful masculine form on top of her, plunging the full length of his rampant cock into the burning, blistering depths of her shuddering cunt until it was buried as far inside her as was humanly possible. Though she was not a little woman by any means, she was a relatively slender female, even if Peggy was thinner. Her cunt was deceptive. He had expected the tightness, but just as Peggy had barely been able to take his entire length, John had expected this woman would be equally shallow. He was taken completely by surprise when he realized she sucked in all the cock he had to offer, and was capable of handling even more. God! He had never met a cunt like this before. He was jammed in to the hilt and was unable to believe it. In an effort to try and reach bottom, he began pumping wildly, and Dolores moaned, "OHHHHHHH ... THAT FEELS SO GOOOOOOD!"
"You'd better believe it, lady. I hope you don't have a weak heart," John gasped, "'cause when I fuck, I don't usually stop until I squirt the jizz outta me, and if you die on the way, I'll keep usin' your body till I come."
The fervored sounds of the two people on the bed snapped Peggy out of the heavy lethargy that had been about to envelop her, and an instant later, the two people on the bed felt the mattress sag even more as Peggy joined them. She pushed John slightly forward so her mouth was able to reach both, the plunging cock and the sucking cunt taking it in. Her working tongue began to wildly, liquidly spin across the two genital members, causing John to feel sensation the like of which he had never known before. He thrust into Dolores all the more solidly, using longer, harder strokes.
The combination of Peggy's licking tongue and the full length of John's powerfully plunging cock reaming in and out of her sucking vagina became almost too much for Dolores. It was the first time in her life that she had ever been worked on by both, a male and female at the same time.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHHH-UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHAAAAGGGHHHHUUU-NNNGGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHAAAAUUUU WWWAAAGGGHHHH!" Dolores shrieked, screaming again and again as she heaved her tautly fuming center as high as possible, and then her bubbling cunt lips tightened their hold on the length of cock slashing through her inner membranes as she went into wild fits of uncontrolled insanity, thrashing, screaming, gasping, crushing the body of the man between her thighs. Thrills burst from the center of her sodden cunt and spread like tentacles to every part of her shuddering, quivering body. Sensation after sensation piled one on top of another, spreading like uncontrolled wildfire through her torso.
At the peak of her orgasm Dolores temporarily blacked out. For a short while, she didn't know what was happening. There had never been feelings like this in her. It was not that John had such a great cock-which he had-but the combination of this cock added to the feeling of Peggy's working tongue had been so totally wild and inwardly overwhelming, and it had all happened in such a narrow space of time, a temporary short circuit had taken place in her body.
John, mad for the orgasm he so desperately needed now, unplugged his over-sensitive cock from within the sucking socket of the unconscious red-haired woman, and once again turned his attention to Peggy. The nurse immediately fell on her back, spreading her delightfully luscious loins wide apart, beckoning to him with her wet pussy, teasing him, daring him to fuck it into her. The man hurled himself on top of the nurse and squirmed and writhed without using his hands until somehow or other his stopper had worked its way completely inside the tightly clamping interior of her clutching depths. Just as her breasts looked and felt different from those of Dolores, so was John abruptly conscious of the difference between her vaginal interior and that of the redheaded woman. It was impossible to say which one had the more intriguing cunt, yet he had to admit the squishy feelings of her walls, surrounding his plunging cock, felt totally different from the pulling chasm of the other woman.
As the moments passed, John became aware of the differences. Peggy's interior was softer, more spongy, foamier. But at the same time it gripped him more tightly, thereby creating more friction.
The instant his cock began a constant drumming inside Peggy's cunt, it was obvious to the two of them they were both going to climax and climax they did, screaming insanely the entire time.
John felt himself totally emptied and pulled out of Peggy, but by that time Dolores had regained consciousness, and her mouth was suddenly clamping on his limp cock, making it swell against his will. There seemed to be no stopping these women as, alternately, they made him climax three more times that night.
* * *
Never again! John silently vowed when they found him the next morning and he was taken to intensive care because of total exhaustion.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The experience Peggy had gone through with Dolores Rathbone had changed her entire life. She finally came to understand that sex was something she was simply unable to avoid. It was a part of life-well, certainly a part of her own life. It only remained for her to decide just who were going to be the men in her life from now on.
She didn't like the idea of doing anything with patients. One didn't fuck in the kitchen, just as one didn't normally eat in the bedroom. So Peggy felt her sex life and her social life ought to be kept apart from her working life ... unless she was going to make it with one of the doctors. At that point she hadn't considered which, if any of the doctors, attracted her.
The lovely bleached blonde didn't care whether the doctor was single or married. She wasn't looking for any permanent commitments from any of the doctors. Though doctors made a nice living, Peggy wanted to keep her life outside the hospital totally separated from her life in the hospital. In other words, she was willing to fuck with certain attractive male doctors ... in the hospital, but once she was off-duty and outside, she wanted nothing to do with them socially. When and if she finally did become involved with a man she might want to marry, it would be a man who had nothing to do with medicine. What was more, she was determined she would not initially meet him while he was a patient.
Yet before she would find the man destined to be her husband, Peggy would indeed become involved with doctors inside the hospital and the involvement would all come about because of a patient.
That patient was Helena Davis. Helena was a rape victim, just as Peggy had been some years earlier. The only difference was, Peggy had been brutalized by a gang of five males. Helena had been violently abused by only one male. Peggy had not known the five men who had raped her. Helena had known her antagonist quite well. He was the son of a next-door-neighbor, a model youth in every sense of the word ... at least to the world-at-large. When he had asked the eighteen-year-old girl to go out with him, she had more than willingly agreed. He was a college student, in the top twenty percent of his year in school, tall, handsome, with a radiant personality. It was only after he had brought her home from their date that he had taken her to the little porch at the rear of his parents' home, which was right next door to Helena's parents' home, and there he had proceeded to undress her. She had been willing enough at the time to let him touch her, but when he began brutally handling her, then forcing his way into her vagina again and again, taking her virginity, raping her with what felt like a never-ending battering ram, she had found herself unable to scream, and as a result, let him use her for what had seemed like an interminable period of time.
When the boy's parents, who had been out late, came home, they had witnessed what their son had done, and in order to cover for him, had promised to pay all of Helena's hospital expenses if only she would tell her parents the attack had come from some outsider. They pointed out that no one would believe her if she claimed their son had done this terrible thing. It was the first time he had ever revealed his schizoid personality, and they had sworn to find medical help for him, promising he wouldn't ever do anything like this to any other girl. As if to back up their claim, the boy's father had walloped the hell out of his son. Helena knew the man was hitting his son only in part for what he had done to the girl. The other reason was so the boy would have bruises on him and he would be able to convincingly claim that someone had attacked Helena, and though he had tried fighting that someone off, he had been beaten because of it.
The same night Helena was rushed off to the hospital, the boy had been whisked out of state, ostensibly to receive medical care, but in truth to receive mental help.
What made it all worse was the fact that Helena's parents had believed the story told to them by the boy's parents, and Helena hadn't had the courage to tell the truth.
For two days the girl lingered in the hospital, afraid to speak to male doctors. Peggy was one of the RNs assigned to help care for her. She had been moved back to her old wing now that John Horner was in no shape to ever bother her again.
The first time Peggy had seen Helena, pity had welled up in her. The girl was short, but she was also as skinny as a rail. She had almost no breasts, though that didn't detract from what would have been an otherwise stunning female. She had a lovely face, though the beating she had sustained during the rape made her features look somewhat sunken. There were dark pockets under her eyes, and her cheeks looked sallow and white.
Since she, herself, had been a rape victim, Peggy did her best to calm the girl down, assuring her she would be all right. More important, Peggy was able to gain the girl's confidence, and as a result, she was able to make the girl withdraw from inside herself almost immediately.
By the second day, Helena was almost bubbly and effervescent in spite of what had happened to her because of the way Peggy managed to handle her. Peggy had also confided to Helena that she, too, had undergone a serious traumatic happening, letting her know she had been gang-banged. Helena had been fascinated by it, and as she ran a comb through long, brown hair that fell below her waist, the skinny girl wanted to know how Peggy had managed to keep her sanity.
"It's simple," Peggy told her. "Instead of running away from what had happened, I faced it, squarely."
"How can you face something like that?" Helena asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"By finding a good man and having him make love to you ... or a good woman, for that matter."
"You have to be kidding," Helena laughed.
"I'm very serious," Peggy told her. "I can see you're already nervous at the thought of having anything to do with a man again. That's a wrong attitude. What happened to you was not only not love, it was not really sex. It was violence. I understood the difference between being violated and being made love to because of a woman more than a man, but to be very honest, I much prefer doing things with men."
"Do you think a man's making love to me would keep me from developing a fear of sex, considering what's happened?" Helena asked.
"It worked for me," Peggy replied. "But you have to decide for yourself if that's what you want."
"I'll try it," Helena told her, "if you'll help set it up."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Peggy would have preferred using someone other than doctors, but she knew doctors were the only males truly capable of understanding the kind of shock Helena had undergone, having witnessed so many of these cases before. They would be the only ones really capable of partaking in an experiment to keep Helena from shrinking into herself after she left the hospital.
So Peggy had gone to Ira Carr, if only because Ira had told her to come to him if she had any problems. She had explained Helena's troubles, and as a result
Carr told her, "This is not a one-man problem as I see it. Helena has to do more than be fondled. She has to witness what it would be like for sex to take place between a man and woman, and she has to want to feel the need for it, herself."
"What would you suggest?" Peggy asked.
"When will she be going home?"
"She's scheduled to leave here tomorrow morning, and if she leaves in her present frame of mind, in spite of her outwardly bubbling appearance, she'll shrink into herself again in almost no time, and as a result she'll learn to hate men. It would be a total waste for a girl like that to go through life afraid of the one thing that can make anyone and everyone happy.'
"You've certainly changed a lot in the past couple of days," Carr said to her. "Look, if we're going to do anything, it has to be done tonight. I would suggest you introduce Herb Arden, the resident Gynecologist to Helena. Explain to her that the four of us are going to have a date tonight, right here, in the hospital, downstairs in the basement storeroom. I'm sure Helena will snap out of her condition if she is willing to come along with Herb."
So that evening, Herb Arden came to see Helena in her room, ostensibly to check her out. Peggy was with him, and when the doctor went into the private bathroom to wash his hands, Peggy said to the slender girl, "If you really want to snap out of the funk that's going to envelop you, you'll have a chance, tonight."
"How?" Helena asked.
"What do you think of Dr. Arden?"
"He's very efficient," Helena admitted.
"What do you think of him as a man."
"Oh ... well ... he's good-looking, a little on the skinny side, but then, so am I."
"Well I spoke with him at great length concerning your problem, and he feels it might be a good idea if you went with him to the storeroom in the basement this evening."
"Why?" Helena gasped. "Is he going to..."
"If he wanted to screw you, he wouldn't have to take you down to the storeroom, honey. What he wants to do is prevent you from becoming mentally crippled by what happened to you, and the only way to do that is for you to go with him down to the storeroom."
"I'm afraid!" Helena whispered.
"What if you knew I was going to be there?" Peggy asked.
"Well ... I don't know ... maybe ... but you'd have to promise you wouldn't leave ... not at all."
"I won't leave," Peggy assured her.
"Okay, then I'll go with him."
"Fine, I'll tell him to come pick you up after the evening snack, at eight. Wear your robe and nightgown."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The hospital cellar was a series of corridors with steampipes running through them, overhead. Since it was underground, and there was neither night nor day here, dim lights remained on all the time. It was down here that all the hospital food was prepared. It was also down here that the staff cafeteria was located, as well as all the laundry rooms, the boiler rooms, and the many different storerooms.
The storeroom to which Ira Carr had referred earlier, was quite well-known as the storeroom. It held all the medical files dating back seven years or more, now on microfilm. But at the back of the storeroom was another enclosed little room, though it was enclosed mostly by glass. Anyone who walked around two corners in the storeroom would come to the little glass-enclosed room where the doctors and nurses occasionally had their own rendezvous.
Peggy had never come down here before, but this time she had allowed Dr. Carr to bring her down, simply to help Helena, so she rationalized. The truth was, Dr. Carr was one of the few men on the hospital staff who intrigued her, and now that she was over her sexual hang-ups, this was as good an excuse as any to go to bed with him.
Helena, on the other hand, was feeling more than a little nervous when Herb Arden brought her downstairs, and as a result, she cringed a little. So Herb, instead of bringing her directly to the storeroom, led her on a tour of what seemed like almost an entire world operating underground. Little by little she allowed herself to relax, and when Herb brought her to the storeroom, she was not nearly as uptight as she had been before.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen."
"I wish I was as sure as you are," she told him, looking up at him. He was a good five inches taller than she.
Herb leaned his face close to that of Helena, and though the girl wanted to flinch away, she remained resolutely still. When he kissed her, very lightly, she didn't respond, at first. It was a gentle touching of lips and he didn't try forcing his tongue into her mouth. She wondered if she ought to stop this. When she had been out with the boy who had raped her, his kisses had been passionate right from the start with no gentleness to them. No, no, this kind of a kiss was all right. His lips did taste good, and his breath was sweet. When his tongue finally did flick across her lips, it touched it so lightly, she trembled with desire rather than fear. She didn't know why, but she felt very relaxed.
"Feeling better?" Herb Arden asked, taking his mouth from hers.
"Much better," she nodded, and discovered she was clinging to the doctor. Perhaps it was because he was a doctor that she felt safe.
At the back of her mind there was still chilling fear, but it was mixing with unwanted arousal ... an arousal she had never previously felt. It was coursing through her trembling body again and again, and she was aware of her dark nipples hardening into chips of charcoal as her vagina suddenly started feeling wet inside.
This was all wrong, of course. She knew she ought not to feel this way, especially so soon after what had happened to her. Yet it was because of what had happened to her that she was now here. Funny how fate had a way of making some things work out, after all.
"Come," Herb whispered, wrapping an arm around her frail, slender shoulders. "I have something to show you."
"Okay," she nodded, feeling less apprehensive now that he had stopped kissing her.
She leaned against him as the two of them made the first turn in the storeroom. They walked slowly, and she noticed all the filing cabinets no longer in use, piled one on top of the other.
Then they turned the second corner, and she saw a light coming from the end of the storeroom. As they walked closer, she was able to discern another room from which the light was coming, and the room was glass-walled, letting her clearly see what was taking place inside. What she saw there made her stop very abruptly, her hands clutching very tightly at Herb Arden's arm.
"My gosh!" she gasped. "Look at that! It's Peggy! She's with a man, and they're..." she gulped, swallowed, and turned her face away, staring up into Herb's face.
"Yes," Herb nodded, smiling softly. "Look at it! Don't you think it's beautiful?" "Beautiful?"
"Of course. What can be more beautiful than a man and a woman, totally naked, making love?" His voice was very soft, mesmeric, more than a little soothing. Helena, realizing it was Peggy, felt the fear slowly leaving her as warmth flooded through her.
"Yes," she intoned, continuing to stare inside, listening as Herb's voice continued droning on and on and on, telling her how wonderful and thrilling and delightful the sight was. All the while she continued slowly moving closer, keeping her eyes glued on the scene, dazed by the actions of Peggy and the other man. Herb was directly behind her, whispering in her ear, telling her to keep watching and admiring how beautiful it all was. She obeyed, simply walking up to the glass and pressing her nose against it, using her hands as blinders on either side of her eyes so she was able to focus solely on what was taking place. Her mind was whirling as she stared at the completely naked couple entwined with one another less than fifteen feet away.
The bright lighting in the little room didn't bother either Ira Carr or Peggy Esquire. The two of them were much too engrossed in what was taking place between them. Besides, it was well-known that the only other people who might come down here would do so for the same purpose as themselves. At the moment, Carr was kneeling between the widespread legs of the lovely bleached blonde. The black-haired man had his face pressed as far forward as possible, running his tongue up and down in the slithering slit, pulling some brown hairs from his tongue before licking his way up her whitely slender form to moistly suck at her heaving, pear-shaped breasts. His mouth raised her brown nipples to raisin hardness before he let the flat of his tongue once again wash down her belly, causing her head to whip from side to side. She lay on a bed that had been brought down there for the express purpose they were there.
Once again Carr's mouth sank lower, sliding back a little so that his hungering mouth hung greedily above the delicious sight of her naked inner thighs and tantalizing pussy. Finally he moved his mouth into her wetness, slurpily dining on the feast awaiting him.
Peggy writhed beneath him, thrilled by the caressing flicker of his tantalizing tongue. Her bleached hair, in an upsweep, slammed against the pillow on the bed on which she lay, while her fingers tangled themselves in the long, straight, black hair on the man's head. She tugged his sucking mouth even more firmly against the opening of her vagina, writhing like a woman possessed.
Helena stared, her face firmly pressed against the window, little mists forming as her nostrils exhaled against the glass. She was unable to tear her eyes from the obscene sight taking place before her. Vibrant shudders charged uncontrollably through her and the sight of all this aroused her even more. What intensified the feeling was the fact that the man was doing things to Peggy the rapist had not done to her, and so it was easy for her to relate to the ecstasy Peggy was feeling. In the depths of her mind was the knowledge that she ought to turn away from the lasciviously depraved sight, but her eyes remained magnetically glued to the writhing couple.
Behind her, Herb Arden, who by now was convinced of the slight superiority his colleague had over himself when it came to women, ran his hands up and down Helena's shoulders, making her rub her cheek against the backs of his hands each time they touched her neck. She stared at the scene almost unblinkingly, so thrilled by it, her will was slowly but surely melting. Such a sight lightened he head, making her stare hungrily, feeling sensations in her body she had never felt before. These were sensations she still would not be feeling had she not been raped, for in so attacking her, the boy who had harmed her had also automatically stimulated sensory parts of her that had been quiescent until that time. But now the stimulation was that much more delightful because not only was it visual, but there was no pain attached to it. Lust filled her body, making her float on a euphoric cloud as she continued watching what was taking place. The more she looked, the more thrilled she was by the carnal scene taking place before her.
For the first time, Helena was able to think of Peggy as a woman and not just a nurse. Not only was she a woman, but a beautiful woman, and as Helena continued gazing with intoxicated rapture at the enchanting sight in front of her, the heat inside her continued to mount. As if she were a sacrifice on the altar of love, with Dr. Ira Carr as the high priest, his mouth working her body to the highest, most feverish pitch imaginable, the lovely nurse's glassy looking eyes were staring straight up, seeing nothing. The good doctor had his mouth working firmly against her shuddering clitoris, sucking and licking it again and again as her belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing. His hands pressed the smooth skin of her tantalizing thighs and his thumbs pressed the outer tender flanges of her puffy cunt lips.
Peggy was gasping out loud as his fingers continued massaging her pubic area while his tongue continued wildly working. The tips of his fingers crawled through her brown pubic hair and kneaded the resilient skin of her abdomen, parting the tantalizing vaginal slit in order to more clearly expose the interior of her thrilling vaginal tunnel.
Helena almost broke the window as she strained her lovely face that much closer, aching to see the way the man's tongue was playing with Peggy's clitoris again and again. They were in such a position, Helena was able to see the pink little nubbin and she felt herself salivating as she watched the anxious way the man continued licking it. She had never been aware of her own little bud before, but now she realized, if Peggy had one, she must have one, too.
The black-haired doctor's head fell again, the full length of his wetly palpitating tongue snaking out to tantalize the throbbing little extended button of vibrantly raw nerve-endings. The moving tongue continued fucking around and around the top of her richly hued slit. Peggy was constantly jerking and twitching from the overpowering electrical contact, and now she clamped her slender white thighs like a fleshy vise around Carr's working face, her own soft inner thighs corded with exertion, her hips slowly swaying in delighted rhythm to the way he continually probed with his slavering mouth. The lovely nurse was glad she had shaken her own inhibitions, because now that she was indulging in sex willingly, she had to admit it was unquestionably the most beautiful thing the human body was able to enjoy. She was lifting her buttocks higher in order to feel more of Carr's sucking lips as his tongue delved even deeper into her vagina.
Helena stared with wide-open eyes, still unable to believe the reactions the doctor was evoking in the bleached blonde nurse. Peggy was twisting and turning like a bitch in heat to the thrillingly depraved lickings his tongue was applying to her loins. At the same time Helena was churning her own aching body, almost as if she were capable of actually feeling the thrillingly delightful probing of the man's tongue. Her mind warmed to the thought of having something like that done to her, and she felt her vagina flowering open widely in involuntary surrender to what she saw taking place inside. She moaned and groaned again and again in empathetic abandonment to the nerve-chilling sucking motions of Carr's tongue and lips.
Herb Arden was standing directly behind the sexually stimulated slender brunette, and he was pressing himself against her, letting her feel his masculinity pressing against her buttocks. She began panting as she sensed his masculine presence, and for the moment she didn't know whether to be excited or afraid. Part of her was still terrified because of the experience she had undergone so recently, but part of her wanted to change that horror into something delightfully wonderful and thrilling.
She shuddered when he slipped his arms around her and slowly slid her robe off. She let the robe go, and then waited as he lifted her nightie over her head and took it off, as well. Totally naked herself, for a blind moment she was panicked and terrified, remembering what had happened to her just a few nights earlier. Then she calmed down as the man pressed his hands flatly against her small breasts, massaging her nipples with his palms, rubbing them with the same tempo Ira Carr's mouth was using on Peggy's wide-open cunt, and Helena found herself squirming, but not with fright. She leaned back firmly against the man behind her. Through the thin material of his pants she felt the unbelievable stiffness of his thickly burgeoning cock and she realized it was much larger than the one that had hurt her. In fact, it felt almost as large as the one at which she was staring in the other room; the one belonging to Dr. Carr. It pressed his pants into the narrow crevice between her very small, rounded ass-cheeks, the folds of the material actually rubbing against the tenderly sensitive button of her anus. Warning spasms tried signaling her mind, but thrilling feelings of desire caused the danger to disappear little by little. When she had been with the rapist, Helena had been terrified by what she knew was going to happen. Being here, with this other man, this doctor, Helena was not only no longer afraid, but she wanted it to happen. Thrilling delight rippled from her heated loins and charged into her belly to the hardening nipples of the tiny breasts he was massaging.
Helena had always thought that because she had such small breasts, men would never be interested in them. How wrong she was. A man liked a woman's breasts no matter what their size. This knowledge helped break down the last vestiges of her fear, and as a result any defense she might have tried building against what was happening, died.
Herb Arden's hands slowly left her tingling breasts now, working their way down to her waist, rubbing her flesh slowly. His fingers carefully moved around to her abdomen, rubbing it again and again, sending licentious and wanton thrills charging uncontrollably through her quivering form. Then his hands slid back to her breasts and massaged them again, as if to let her nipples know enough not to shrink because they would continue receiving attention from time to time. There was air-conditioning in this storeroom in spite of the heat pipes that ran through every room and corridor in the basement, and through the radiance of the pipes she felt cool air washing over her breasts, making her gasp with wonder, and causing her nipples to swell to even greater size. Then the doctor's fingers closed over the chocolate-drop buds of her nipples, trapping them between his thumbs and forefingers, then squeezing them as if they were ripe berries about to burst. His palms flattened themselves against her small teats and pressed them so hard, she was afraid he might push them back into her body and make them disappear altogether. The thrilling sensation made Helena feel dizzy with delighted pleasure. She opened her mouth and breathed an involuntary sigh against the window through which she had been staring, fogging it up for a moment. She pushed her buttocks back all the harder against the doctor's penis now, and the man was shuddering as he felt the head press against his zipper, which in turn ran its length into the girl's asscrack.
While all this was happening to her, Helena still stared wide-eyed as Peggy and Dr. Carr continued passionately enjoying one another, almost attacking each other with delight. Carr worked his lips all the way up Peggy's wriggling torso, moving them slowly, then hurriedly, then slowly again, then pausing to flick at an especially sensitive spot, bringing out louder thrilled groans and moans from the nurse as delight continued invading her torso. When Peggy turned her body away from Helena's sight for a moment, it caused Carr to turn his body more fully in Helena's direction, and for the first time she realized what a mast the man sported between his thighs. It looked to be one-and-a-half times longer and thicker than the penis that had raped her. The thinner penis of her attacker had caused her so much pain, she wondered just what the thick organ attached to this man would do to Peggy.
The sight of it really had the slender girl off-balance. Had she not been hurt by a smaller one, she would have thought of it as a magnificent instrument. It looked very much like the shaft of a giant Redwood tree, its blood-enraged skin tanned like umber bark, extending from the jet-black forest of his pelvic bush. The huge, enormously thick purple head was now pausing over the saliva-soaked vagina of Peggy Esquire, and Helena felt a series of old frights return to her as she thought the man was going to cruelly ram the organ straight into Peggy. But he didn't.
As Helena watched, Dr. Carr straddled the lovely body of the delightfully curved nurse then moved his buttocks higher and higher until he was able to probe with his cock between the mammaries of the thrilled woman beneath him. Pressed balloons of flesh seemed to squeeze out from the sides of the doctor's otherwise well-muscled thighs, looking almost like the pillows on which Peggy's head lay. The ramrod cock was a scant few inches from Peggy's tantalizing lips, its orchid, rubbery tip oozing fluid from within as it anticipated what would happen next. The droplets of oil sparkled as they dribbled down the cock, some of them falling in sticky strings to Peggy's lovely throat.
Helena saw Carr reach back with his right hand, all the way back, and he made sure Peggy's thighs were still wide apart. Then he probed with his finger, delving between the lips of the cunt he had just sucked, and the finger began slowly sliding in. Deeper, deeper, and deeper it went, right to the palm, skewering the loveliness of her pink-rimmed slit. A minor orgasm made Peggy tremble as the man rotated his finger inside her, teasing the wetly sensitive cavern of her throbbing vagina until she began panting and gasping like some helpless animal that had run too far, and was now out of breath.
Helena watched the way Peggy was writhing and squirming beneath the weighty loins of the Cardiologist, and she thought the man sitting on Peggy was hurting her, but the smile on Peggy's face assured her to the contrary. He clamped her sides with his knees now, pressing them under her arms, locking her lovely body in place. There was a hungry look on the man's face as he reached for his penis with his other hand and began stroking it, tugging solidly on it to make sure it was as stiff as possible. The full, bloated head continued moving toward Peggy's parted lips, and Peggy leaned forward as if the penis contained some life-sustaining food, the cords of her neck standing out to Helena's shocked view. As the dark-haired girl continued staring, Peggy's tongue suddenly leaped out and snapped in the newest string of lubricant falling from the tip of his penis.
The muscles of Helena's own slender torso were now as tight as a drawn bowstring as she inwardly struggled, wondering whether to feel sorrow for Peggy or to be happy because the blonde seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. She found herself reacting involuntarily to Herb Arden's maddening caresses, whimpering as his hands ran wildly up and down the front of her body again and again, touching her in a dozen erogenous zones she had never known to exist before, making her inwardly gasp with a thrilled sense of delight she had never truly known existed.
Then his hands moved around to her rear and began rubbing her buttocks. She gasped for a moment, afraid when he pulled them apart, thinking he might attempt to violate her body at that moment as had been done a few days earlier. She sighed with relief when his hands merely massaged her ass-cheeks and then merely ran up her spine. His lips were kissing her nape, and Helena realized something was happening to her that had never happened to her before. She was being loved ... loved! Oh yes, yes, she wanted to be loved. She would give anything ... do anything ... to be loved.
When his hands slid around to the flat of her belly, instead of gasping with fear, she hummed with delight, and pressed her body forward against his fingers as they slowly delved into the wispy sparseness of the hairs on her vaginal mount. This time there was no fear. This time everything was going to be all right. She waited, feeling his finger move lower, lower, lower, reaching for her clitoris. The moment the tip of his forefinger touched the little nodule, she gasped and shuddered and ached with lust all over, feeling her clitoris swell and enlarge all the more. Helena moaned and sighed as his finger gently teased the tight elastic opening to her vagina, sending stabs of sexual frenzy charging madly through her quivering body. Thrills energized her, making her feel as if electricity was shooting into her.
The thick member of Herb's throbbing cock, still inside his pants, continued pressing delightfully into the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks, throbbing as though it had a heart of its own somewhere inside the head. She ground against it again and again, licentiously imprisoning it, while feeling she, herself was delightfully trapped between the thrusting organ and his fingers as they continued manipulating her trembling clitoris. One of the fingers had wormed its way inside her tightly clasping pussy, and she was surprised how deep it was delving without causing her any pain.
Herb Arden began a gentle, rocking, thrusting movement to which the lovely Helena responded automatically, keeping perfect time with what he was doing. At the same time she thought Peggy seemed to be joining in the rhythm by jerking her head forward, letting her mouth make direct contact with the swollenly lilac head of Dr. Carr's massive phallus. Helena automatically contracted her throat as the penis pushed its way into Peggy's mouth, and Peggy's lips looked like an circling rubber band around the organ which, Helena was certain, would make the nurse shortly start to gurgle and choke. How was it possible for Peggy to take anything like that into her mouth? It looked unbelievable! She was certain the nurse would strangle. But Peggy didn't choke at all, sucking it hungrily as if she had waited all her life to enjoy what she was doing right now.
Carr, his brown eyes all aglitter and his mouth wide open because he was panting in the delight he was feeling, lifted himself to his knees over the lovely sucking female, then reaching forward, and grabbing the head of the bed for leverage, he began pumping his throbbing cock all the more forcefully into Peggy's tight mouth. With one of his hands he reached down and gripped Peggy by the hair, and his expression was one of thrillingly ecstatic delight.
Helena thought he must be mad to do this to a woman, and Peggy had to be even madder to let the man do it. In fact, looking at Peggy's face, Helena realized Peggy was not merely letting the man do it, she was helping him with the bobbing motion of her head. She was enjoying it! The bleached blonde's lips were tightly puckered around the throbbing penis looking like stretched elastic as she sucked with all her might, gnawing and nibbling at the purple head as if it were a great rounded bit of beef.
Seeing Peggy's reactions, Helena found herself unconsciously licking her own lips. Oh God! Seeing all this, and feeling the fingers of Herb Arden rubbing her clitoris made her wetter than ever, and she realized Herb's hand was drenched with her oily secretions. She ought to have been embarrassed, but she wasn't, not in the least. She was also aware of the thickly drubbing instrument still inside Herb's pants, frictioning against the cloth, waiting anxiously for its release. Realizing how excited the man behind her was because he was touching her, Helena became all the more aroused, herself. She gasped, thrilled this time, aching for him, as he leaned forward, pressed his lips to her ear, and whispered, "Helena, I want you! I have to have you! But only if you want me! This is something we both have to want! Tell me you want me, Helena!"
"Oh no ... no ... please ... not here ... not now ... please..." the lovely slender long-haired brunette moaned between tightly clenched teeth, but she realized she was unable to stop the continuing movements of her body as she constantly responded to the pressure of his cock and the rubbing of his fingers. Her rounded buttocks continued rocking back and forth as the lascivious words he had spoken to her filtered through her brain. "Don't hurt me," she begged him. "I've been hurt enough! Please ... don't hurt me!"
"I won't hurt you, you lovely woman," he whispered to her. "I'm going to love you, and I'm going to make you love being loved. All the time that I'm loving you, you and I are going to be able to watch what's going on between those two over there."
She whimpered, but it was a whimper of abject surrender, her muscles feeling like just so much putty as he pushed her forward, her face pressed solidly against the glass in front of her. She shuddered as he stepped back and began caressing her buttocks again, rubbing her ass-cheeks with his fingers, squeezing, pinching, and pulling them. His stepping away had taken the cloth of his pants away from Helena, and now she was able to feel cool air once again playing against her rectal cheeks and the button of her anus. She realized he was looking down, staring at her rear-end, but not looking at it as a doctor might do. She squeezed her buttocks tightly together for a moment then relaxed them, as if signaling to him that her body was now his to do with as he pleased. She was his slave and would do anything he wanted because she knew she wanted what he wanted. One final dim thought of the horror she had suffered a few mights earlier flickered through her shuddering mind, and then it faded out. That had been pain, and this was going to be pleasure. Thrills charged through her as she heard the metallic rasp of Herb's zipper.
Then she heard his pants opening and falling around his ankles, and looking down, she saw his undershorts were there, too.
"AHHHHHH ... THAT'S BETTER!" Herb sighed aloud. "Yes, that's much better!"
His long, lust-stiffened cock was finally free, no longer trapped by his pants, no longer enclosed, and Helena almost, felt the breeze it caused as it waved behind her in its freedom.
He fell to his knees, not wishing to give the long-haired eighteen-year-old girl time to reconsider. He pressed his face against her small, rounded buttocks, screwing his slender nose between her cheeks to touch the tantalizing crinkle of her ass-hole. She smelled as clean as she looked. Then his tongue suddenly snaked out and began licking moistly up and down the length of her asscrack, finally concentrating on the little brown pucker of her ass-hole, pressing against it again and again.
"OOOONNNNNHHHHH! UUUUUNNNHHH!" the thrilled Helena gasped out as she felt the wonderfully strange, unknown lappings tickling her tantalizingly nude flesh. It rubbed against her anal opening like some vibrant demon.
This was not the horror she had known a few nights earlier. What she was feeling now was as different from what she had felt then as night was different from day. She automatically jerked her body backward, rotating her tiny ass-cheeks in wild little circles so as to completely enjoy the thrilling feeling of the working tongue as the pressure of it made her feel as if an icicle was being pushed into her. She had never known such feelings existed before, and now that she was discovering one new thrill after another, she wanted to learn more and more. Her terror had been totally dispersed, and in its place was the need to be loved. If this was wicked, then this was the kind of wickedness she would always want to know. She had to admit she was relishing the salacious tingling pressure brought about by the doctor's continually probing tongue as it tried delving through her sphincter. Lord! If this was only the beginning, she wondered if her body would hold together for the end ... or would she explode into a thousand little fragments of lust.
Herb Arden inwardly chuckled an obscene little laugh, and then he stopped. Helena automatically tightly clenched the muscles of her trembling buttocks, wondering what was going to happen to her next. Then she sensed Herb rising, standing behind her, his elongated penis rubbing its wet head against her coccyx, barely touching her quivering flesh. But instead of being afraid of it, she was yearning to feel it penetrate her. Then he knelt just the littlest bit, and the monstrous length of his throbbing cock was pressing into the tenderly soft yielding crevice of her rounded buttocks where only moments earlier he had been tantalizing her with his tongue.
He was going to probe with his penis into her, and though she knew he had no intention of hurting her, once again that horrible memory of her rape came rising to haunt her. As it did so, she automatically pulled her lovely body forward, but the penis followed her, intent on not letting her escape until her belly was pressed firmly against the glass in front of her, making it impossible for her to move any further forward. There was nowhere else to go! Her slenderly trembling body was firmly trapped between the window and the searching, prodding member behind her. She felt the tip nestling against her anus, and she suddenly realized he wasn't going to put it into her vagina, after all.
"There?" she gasped.
"We don't want to risk your becoming pregnant," he told her. "The last thing you want is to leave this hospital carrying a baby inside you."
"But not back there!" she gasped. "If you try fitting it in back there, you'll hurt me. Please ... please ... not there ... don't, Dr. Arden ... don't!"
"Just relax," he whispered. "Relax and let your body do its thing. Your rectum is able to take a penis if you just relax. You'll see! Now don't fight me!"
"No ... no ... no..."
But he didn't heed her cries. Instead, he gently but surely strengthened his hold on her nakedly exposed thighs, and gripping her firmly but tenderly, his fingers began lightly kneading the sweetness of her soft flesh.
"You do it!" he whispered to her. "If you do it, you'll find it really won't hurt. Reach behind you and just slip it in!"
"Oh no!" she gasped. "I can't!" "Yes you can," he assured her. "Come on and slide it into your sweet ass-hole, honey!" "No!"
"You'll love it, but only if you cooperate. Put it in!"
His voice was actually commanding her, sounding very forceful, compelling Helena to reach behind her as he was directing and close her slender fingers around the rock-hard throbbing length of his pulsating cock. It was the first time her hand had ever actually touched one, and though it felt different, she had to admit she liked the feel of it. She squeezed it, and her hand began automatically guiding the organ toward her ass-hole.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! NOW ... PUSH! SHOVE IT IN!"
Trembling, somewhat frightened now by all this, Helena pressed the huge, bulbous point of the throbbing cock against the opening to her ass, and without being told, began pushing her body back against it. He stayed still for a moment, then slowly pushed forward.
Helena shuddered uncontrollably, but the massive thickness of the bulging penile head of Herb's swollen cock began to slowly, tantalizingly work its way between her puckered rectal ring, opening the doughnut wider and wider. The first, tiny exploratory thrust hurt Helena more than a little, yet she knew she would be able to take it, and what was more, she almost wanted it in spite of the pain.
OHHH, AHHH, it is going to hurt! When the man shoves that monstrously thick pole of his all the way to its full length in my rectum I know it's going to hurt terribly. But it isn't rape, this time! He's really not forcing me! I think I really want it! I want my anal virginity taken from me! I know this time it's all going to end feeling good in spite of the pain!
"Yessssss..." she finally gasped out loud. "Do it, Dr. Arden! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me until I feel something good instead of all the bad feelings I had the last time. Fuck me ... please!"
Then she loudly gulped and her words were shut off, her thoughts temporarily blanked out as a violently uncontrollable ripple of pain began shooting through her. The Gynecologist, suddenly maddeningly aroused by the lovely young girl's lusting verbal demands, egged on by the fact that she was surrendering herself to him, pounded forward. He wormed the thick length of his hard and stiffened penile organ all the way into her warm, rubbery rectal depths, feeling the sweet resistance of her squeezing anus, burying the penis all the way to the base of his testicles in a single bold thrust. His hands clutched her slender hips very strongly, pulling her back to him as he jerked his throbbing cock still deeper into the forbidden delight of her wonderful rear end. He was aware of the tip of his long cock moving all the way through her rectum and actually penetrating into her large bowel, and he immediately began the long, driving sawing motions that sent the throbbing organ pushing through the smooth walls of her rubbery passage. Her rectum began to automatically adjust to his throbbing cock, widening as he moved the organ in and out again and again.
"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH! IT HURTS!" she gasped.
"Just relax, Helena, relax," the doctor told her. "The pain is going to disappear almost immediately if you force yourself to relax."
Feeling numb inside, the skinny long-haired brunette did her best to obey the doctor's orders. The great penis continued penetrating her like a giant drilling rig, tunneling deeply into some unknown core of flesh. Helena found herself swinging her buttocks in an attempt to find a more comfortable position as she stood there. She found it easier to bend forward a little, with her hands on her knees.
The glass in front of her face was now completely fogged from her panting breath, but she was still able to see the full swell of Peggy's softly ribboned lips as they continued to hungrily cling to the turgid bronzed length of throbbing cock. The thinly stretched lips clung like magic to the thrusting penis, and Dr. Ira Carr was grinning lewdly as he sat on her chest, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if it were a vagina, Peggy's twisting, lust-contorted features remained locked around the throbbing penis as the pistoning shaft pushed in and out, and her tongue still licked it as if it were a piece of sugar cane. Somehow she had freed both hands from her sides and she was using her fingers to tease the doctor's testicles and his ass-hole. Every now and again she ran her fingers through his pubic hair and pulled some strands loose, as if to let the good doctor know that even if he was sitting on top of her, he was doing so at her sufferance, and not because he was really the dominant party. All the while her mouth continued demonically sucking, intent on bringing the man to orgasm.
Helena was able to see bubbling oozes of seminal oil dripping from the corners of Peggy's mouth, running in tiny rivulets down her hollowed cheeks, into her temples. It was a sign, as far as Helena was concerned, of just how much Peggy was enjoying what she was doing.
Behind her, Herb Arden gasped with delight and panted all the more heavily as he began rocking rhythmically in and out of the slender brunette's tight anal confines. His prediction had already started coming true, for as her rectum began accustoming itself to the gigantic pole of hardened flesh, she was suddenly overwhelmed with a strong, overpowering burst of inner desire. Helena realized fucking was fun; even back there, in her narrow rectum. This was called sodomy, and it was supposed to be a perversion, yet Helena knew she wanted more of it. Her head was flailing from side to side as she buffeted her tight ass all the more solidly against Herb's heatedly throbbing penis.
The Gynecologist's bloated testicles slapped loudly and noisily against the puffy, passion-drenched lips of her sucking vagina, below, and again she began looking dazedly at the depraved sucking of Ira Carr's cock by the bleached blonde nurse through the glass partition. Coupled with the exciting new thrill of wicked wantonness coursing uncontrollably through her shuddering body, and she began undulating her body faster and faster, licentiously spinning and revolving it in time to the way the thundering penis continued pushing into her rectum.
Stooped over her animal-positioned body, Herb Arden gritted his teeth and began fucking in and out of her with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the balls of his feet. A feeling of thrilling, exhilarating power rippled through the man's slender frame as he gripped her hips very tightly, forcing the lovely Helena to feel more of what he was doing to her. He made her enjoy this utter abandonment as his battering ram of flesh relentlessly powered into her. He felt the fleshy, rubbery ridges of her tight rectal passage rub and give way before his driving cock, and he pressed the organ that much more deeply into her.
He stretched the quivering moons of her small ass-cheeks that much wider apart with his fingers and looked down with a satisfied leer, completely entranced by the rich pink folds of wetly glistening flesh clinging tightly to his rampantly driving penis. He levered himself forward very suddenly, causing the sensitive probing tip of his driving cock to reach another half-inch into Helena, and this made the slender beauty squeal with thrilled delight. Knowing she had never been fucked this way before, and knowing he had been able to do so without bringing back old ghosts of horror made him fuck all the harder. He continued driving his penile head into her colon, enlarging her anal opening and feeling the thrilling squeeze of her tightly resisting rear passage grip his stiffness more tightly than any other rectum he had ever known. His heavy balls swelled, then swelled again with overflowing loads of heated, strewing juices. He was very close to his orgasm now.
Helena's eyes had become glazed with a lost fog of overwhelming passion. She did her best to tug her buttocks that much wider apart, moving her feet, opening her thighs, using her hands to pull her ass-cheeks even wider apart.
The obscene scratching of the man's hairy pelvis, scrubbing against her ass-cheeks like a brillo pad, made her inner thighs quiver all the more. It continually rubbed against her flesh with such power it was as if he was intent on taking off a layer of skin.
Helena bent lower yet, gripping her ankles with her hands, but keeping her head lifted just high enough so she was able to still watch what was taking place in the other room. Her breasts, small as they were, were being squashed flat against her kneecaps as she continued rotating her ass-cheeks. The harder flesh of her knees pressed her nipples in such a way, they remained distended and swollen because of the friction. The tunneling instrument in her ass was reaching that much deeper into her colon now, arousing her all the more, probing, seeking, delving, digging.
In her totally euphoric state of thrilling sexual saturation, the lovely slender brunette had lost all feelings of fear, guilt, and terror. Her inhibitions continued fading away as the flesh scepter continued pounding deeper and deeper into her rectum. All that mattered to her now was the unbridled passion which coursed through her like a raging fire gone out of control.
Peggy was still before her eyes, continually sucking at Ira Carr's expanded penis like a woman gone wild. Her fingernails lightly grazed over the man's hairy testicles and reached up and probed briefly the brown webbed pucker of his anus, then they retraced their path along his inner thighs. Peggy continued to suck Carr's cock in wildly rhythmic convolutions swirling her tongue that much more maddeningly around his blood-bloated head, nuzzling the long underside with the pressure of her sucking lips as he plunged and stroked his cock into her mouth like a demon gone wild.
It was obvious the Cardiologist was enjoying her oral ministrations. He stared down wide-eyed at her as she continued sucking and pulling on his throbbing cock. The soft, pink outer skin of her lips puckered outward, then folded back in on themselves as her mouth continued riding the length of his throbbing penis. Just looking at it seemed to intensify the doctor's arousal, and he began shoving his cock even more deeply into her gullet, thrilling to the way her esophagus closed around the head. Each time he pumped in, more of her unswallowed saliva came out at the corners of her mouth and ran down her cheeks.
Peggy's tongue worked around the man's rod with nerve-shattering lust ... like something gone totally out of control. Helena was able to see Peggy's cheeks bloating and hollowing with the driving of the throbbing penis. Peggy's mind was no longer thinking, but rather concentrating on sucking the cock in her mouth as intensely as a child would suck at its mother's teat. Her full breasts continued heaving and dancing under the man's flattening ass-cheeks adding to the sensual picture Helena was watching.
Helena was unable to hear what Dr. Carr was saying, because the glass-enclosed room had been soundproofed, but it was obvious he was mouthing words which looked like, "Suck it! Suck it!" over and over again. Peggy's mouth worked even harder, her body glistening with perspiration from the effort she was putting forth. Carr groaned and gasped and shoved his cock that much deeper into her mouth, his tongue licking his lips in thrilled anticipation of the final maddening release-a release that would be there shortly.
Dimly Peggy understood the man was going to shoot in her mouth, and she looked forward to it. Helena, watching, understood it, too. Surely Peggy would fight his doing that, Helena thought.
As the lovely brunette watched, her ass still being solidly fucked, Carr jerked his throbbing cock back, releasing his penis from the tantalizing enclosure of Peggy's tight mouth, and he held the quiveringly erect organ with its pulsing purple glans less than two inches above her face. He didn't have to pump it or do anything else to it. Peggy's lips had brought him to the point of no return.
Suddenly the gates of the seminal dam inside him seemingly swung open, and a spewing pummeling flow of hot, white semen jetted forth from the throbbing tip, a small geyser of hot milk which blasted straight down into the open mouth of the waiting Peggy. The thick, bursting squirts streamed continuously, filling her mouth to the brim, making the lovely nurse swallow quickly in order to be able to take in more. The hotly virile fluid slid down her gulping throat, her hobbling adam's apple attesting to the fact that she was taking it all into her belly. The penis continued ejaculating, though some of the sperm missed her mouth and splashed all over her cheeks and face. But Peggy didn't seem to mind those squirts that hit her cheeks and forehead. All she cared about was the flow that ran down her gullet.
Helena was amazed at the way Peggy drank. It was obvious the nurse loved what was happening to her. Peggy was right, after all. There was a difference between being sexually loved and sexually abused. When one was sexually loved, apparently one enjoyed everything and anything happening.
She watched Carr's penis slowly deflating now, and she realized the couple in the other room were through.
"Come on ... come on..." Herb Arden urged, pounding his cock into her ass all the more solidly.
"Move! Shove that ass back some more!"
Helena's entire inner body now yearned for her own fulfillment, for she realized that even this way, with a cock in her ass, it was possible for her to be fulfilled. The thrilling cock was sinking into her ass-hole again and again, building sensations higher and higher in her shuddering body. She moaned incoherently now, surrendering herself completely to the wonderful madness continuing to build inside her shuddering body. Her fogged brain reeled at this wonderful pagan debauchery as she screwed her buttocks back solidly against his driving pelvis while his balls continued slapping solidly against the perforation of her vagina, sending thrillingly lewd signals of enchantment surging through her raging nerve-ends.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH ... THAT'S IT . . .YESSSSSSSS ... HARDERRRRRRRR ... HARDERRRR ... HARDERRRRR..." she gasped. "I NEVER THOUGHT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD BE SO WONDERFULLLL. DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP NOWWWW ... KEEP ON DOING IT ... OHHHH YESSSSSS..." she begged uncontrollably, gasping at her approaching orgasm; the first she would ever really know.
Helena no longer thought of herself as something human as she began wildly twisting and contorting beneath her wildly bucking rider. Her legs were stretched as far apart as possible in that bent-over position, her ass-cheeks a bright-red from being rubbed by his hairy thighs again and again as the naked length of his cock continued moving back and forth between them. She was white-hot, her head and her long dark hair tossing wildly, her mouth hanging open, drooling saliva to the floor. Her legs quivered as she spiraled her ravenously quivering anus back against Herb Arden's thrusting shaft. Millions of tiny devils danced relentlessly through her blood, probing her tissues and bone marrow with the fiery tips of their three-pronged tridents. Her rectum was seething as her body ached for its release.
Helena realized she was mere seconds away from her climax now, and the perspiration came running from her pores like rain, falling to the floor and forming puddles.
Then it happened.
" AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH AAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAUUUWWW AAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Helena shrieked as the most thrilling feeling of all time poured through her quivering body.
At the same time Herb Arden gasped out his own release as he began firing his seed into her rectum. He shot again and again, and when it was over, he pulled out and the two of them joined Peggy and Dr. Carr in the other room where they changed partners, and a half hour later, all four of them were climaxing again.
Helena Davis was definitely cured.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It was another bright morning, and Lewis Memorial Hospital went about preparing for the day. No matter how many people were healed, operated on, or helped, there seemed to be a never-ending stream of them continually coming into the hospital.
Peggy Esquire had been promoted to head nurse in the VIP wing. She worked closely with the heads of the various departments, often serving in the operating rooms, too. Peggy was no longer uptight, and she felt it her duty to find other female patients who were withdrawn and help bring them out. Sometimes, all they required was a talking to, while other times they required a special kind of treatment from either Doctor Carr or Doctor Arden, or sometimes, both.
Peggy, herself, still clung to her rule about having nothing to do with doctors outside the hospital, but she found herself using the storeroom more and more, especially with Dr. Carr. As far as she was concerned, he was a heart specialist in more ways than one. He was, after all, a doctor with a heart.
