In recent years in America, the puritanical concept of sin has softened somewhat to confront reality. As we've come to realize, the original Puritans weren't so much pure as they were covert. If they weren't caught sinning, they weren't sinners.
Nothing has been more basic to the Puritan instinct than sex. It permeated the law, it dictated tradition and custom, and it was always the most popular transgression that the individual could dabble in.
Sex has always fascinated men. Not just Americans, but men in the generic sense of the race. And in the last two decades the American public has learned to accept sex as something more than just a sin. Sexual conduct is no longer the single criteria needed to make an outcast of a man or woman. The key now is sexual conduct where and when.
Americans have grown up so that even sexuality can be put in the context that there is a time and a place for it.
And conversely, it might be suggested that there is a time and place when it shouldn't be.
This is a novel about the secret core of sexuality that lies lurking in most men and women. But most men and women have a maturity which allows them to control their own urges. Thus the eruption that takes place in this book is out of the ordinary. But not extraordinary.
On a daily basis, men and women succumb to their innermost sexual urges. Peeping Toms, exhibitionists, streakers, masturbators, fellators, breast suckers, homosexuals, people who tell dirty jokes, beauty contest spectators and a host of other persons motivated by some sexual quirk are succumbing to that quirk.
It doesn't make them bad-or good. But most people aren't one or the other anyway. They don't wish ill to others. Their goal is simply to satisfy themselves. Sometimes the drive toward that goal is so strong that they forget there is a time and a place that is proper. Then they are in conflict with society.
That's what this book is about.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Stop that! No! Just what do you think you're doing?"
Sally Banner was writhing in a futile attempt to escape the clutches of the handsome young intern. In her starched nurse's uniform, her voluptuous titties were rolling to and fro.
The sandy-haired, muscular man had her trapped in a corner of the examination room where she had come to replenish supplies during the quiet, pre-dawn hours. He must have sneaked up behind her, for one moment Sally was laying out thermometers and cotton swabs, believing herself to be all alone, and the next she felt big, strong hands cupping her breasts and squeezing the pliant flesh. Hot, forbidden thrills shot through her, and she whirled around to confront her attacker.
He was grinning. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Shit, I just knew you didn't wear any bra!"
"What I wear or don't wear is none of your business, Dr. Marshall!" Sally angrily retorted. "And please don't say shit. I detest that word!"
"Call me Ron," the intern said, and went for her lips as he drew her 38-23-36 form against him.
Sally's continued struggling made it difficult for him to connect with his target. But finally he succeeded in doing so, and his firm lips pressed her soft, moist ones apart. His demanding tongue pressed between them and forced her teeth apart as well. While he raped her mouth, she squirmed heatedly against him.
Her heat resulted not only from anger over the man's forceful onslaught, which seemed to take for granted that she was fruit ripe for plucking, but also from the sexual arousal which his actions had inspired. Sally didn't want to respond to him, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His hands, which stroked greedily over her hips and thighs and across her shivery, plump buttocks, spread fire through her flesh. As she squirmed against him in a vain effort to escape from the corner in which he had her wedged, the rubbing of her unfettered breasts against her starched uniform which was pressed against his body caused her nipples to stand up hard. Those sensitive nubbins sent back hot signals which her nineteen-year-old brain couldn't deny.
Ron's meaty tongue churned in her mouth. His lips sucked hungrily at her sweetness. Down below, a hardness pressed against Sally's middle, and this further inflamed her anger and passion, both at the same time.
When she felt Ron's hands grasping her skirt and hauling it upward, stark fear-of her own responses as well as of what Ron obviously planned to do-gave her the power to wrench her mouth free of his rapacious kiss.
She panted, "No! We can't! STOP it!"
Ron took a backward step, but not to release her-only to see what, he was uncovering as he slid her skirt up her thighs. Since it was a warm night, and Sally hadn't worn panty-hose, her smooth, cream-colored legs were bare. Higher and higher Ron slid her skirt until the elasticized edges of her white nylon panties came into view. The girl's continued writhing enhanced the enticement of her sleekly sheathed hips as Ron pulled her nurse's uniform waist-high.
Blushing furiously, Sally struck at his head and shoulders with her flailing hands. But she was afraid to strike him hard because he was a doctor and could ruin her career if he so chose. She still couldn't believe he would go so far as to rape her right there in the clinic.
"Ooh, don't! Please stop it!" she cried.
Ron's warm brown eyes swept her up and down as he held her at arm's length, lustfully admiring every inch of her loveliness from her tousled brown hair, streaked with blonde, to the bountiful, hobbling mounds at the front of her uniform, to her panty-clad hips and mouth-watering thighs which tapered down to trim calves and ankles.
"Jesus, but you're lovely!" he said. "I've got to . . ."
His actions finished the sentence as he clutched Sally by the waist and boosted her backward onto a counter top. She felt a shocking sensation as her lightly pantied ass smacked down on the cold Formica. But she wasn't completely on the counter ; the softness between her thighs was hanging over the edge.
Ron wrenched her thighs apart and attacked that vulnerable part of her anatomy, first cupping the nylon-clad plushiness with his hand.
"OOH!" Sally exclaimed as a dizzying thrill shot through her.
"Let's just get those cute pants out of the way," Ron said, and hooked the elastic at her crotch, drawing it to the opposite side.
He gazed down at the blondish brown hair that gushed out, split by the most adorable beige cunt-al lips that he had ever seen-and he had seen more than a few since becoming a doctor.
Sally was aghast at the fact of her exposure and at the quivering, yearning sensations that were coursing through her. Her dismay was heightened by the towering hump at the front of the doctor's white pants.
How he wants to stick that big prick of his into me! she thought. And how I need it! Ooh God, how I need it!
But I can't let him do it! That would be AWFUL!
Sally resumed writhing, trying to push forward off the counter. But the doctor wedged himself into her crotch, holding her firmly in place. The erect hardness which threatened to burst his pants was pressed against her panty-sheathed belly. His hand remained in her crotch, and it began to do a dirty thing to her as his other hand clutched a spongy-firm breast. Working his fingers between his loins and hers, Ron gently pinched the hairy, soft lips of her cunt. He stroked the meaty labia against each other, stimulating her trapped clitoris in a way that threatened to drive her wild.
All the fight went out of Sally. She moaned, her cherry lips hanging open. Her white teeth gleamed. Her pink tongue-tip was visible.
Moisture gushed from her intimate glands to slicken the lips Ron was rubbing. His impetuous middle finger entered the slippery slit between them.
"Oooh, don't DOOOO it!" Sally begged.
But her aroused hips thrust forward to entrap the man's penetrating finger. He pressed her hotly tingling clit as his finger slid fully into her lathered channel. He felt her cunt throb grabbing around him.
Puritanical as Sally seemed, she was not a virgin. Ron wondered fleetingly who had gotten to her and when. He was all but certain that it hadn't happened during the two weeks she had worked at the clinic, because she had earned a reputation among the male staff as being untouchable. Ron had never been one to accept a girl at face value, however. And he happily had convinced himself tonight that her pretenses were a sham.
He slipped a second finger into her cunt and found the going very tight. He rubbed his free hand across her hobbling breasts, thrilling to their fullness and the thrust of her rock-hard nipples which dented her white uniform. He wanted to bare her titties, but that would have required two hands and he had to keep his other hand where it was.
He stroked two fingers up and down in her cunt.
Sally turned on more strongly than she had in months. Her lightly-clad ass squirmed on the counter top, and she moved her hips in what could only be described as a fucking rhythm. Sally recognized it as such and was all the more dismayed.
She had told herself that she must never again yield to a man, that she truly didn't want to, but she found herself inwardly screaming for Ron's big prick. She felt that wondrous instrument pressing against her through their clothes, and she wanted to grasp it. She wanted to strip the awful thing bare and point it down into her wet, spasming crevice. Somehow she resisted the urge, contenting herself at the moment with Ron's devilishly diddling fingers.
Tossing her head back and holding her mouth open wide, she screwed her slippery, grabbing warmth around his rhythmic penetrations. He leaned forward and pressed his open mouth to hers. His tongue surged forward atop the cushiony softness which hers provided, and he felt her tongue come alive. Their tongues sensuously stroked as his saliva drooled into her mouth and she swallowed it.
This oral stimulation, added to the thrill of having her pussy plundered by Ron's fingers, heightened the excitement which was flooding her fevered brain. She clutched the man who was frigging and French-kissing her. Her bare calves hooked around the backs of his trousered thighs. She screwed her hips heatedly around his digital plunges.
Bong ... bong . . . bong . . . bong . . .
"Oh, shit!" Ron exclaimed, panting as he pulled his mouth free. "There's some fucking emergency. I've got to go."
There's a fucking emergency right here! Sally wanted to reply. But she couldn't bring herself to be so bold. Still, she hated the electronic signal which was continuing to sound from the speaker on the wall of the examination room.
She pushed her skirt down as Ron backed up. Her panty crotch had snapped into place when he had withdrawn his hand, and the soft nylon was absorbing the copious flow of her cuntal juices.
"Shall I ... go with you?" Sally struggled to ask as she slid forward on shaky legs. She adjusted her little white cap which had slipped askew.
"You're not on emergency duty," Ron said. "Just go about your regular work." He was looking down at the hump in the front of his trousers. "God damn! How am I going to make my cock go down?"
Sally knew how that could be accomplished and, at the moment, she dearly wanted to do it. But there wasn't time.
"Think relaxing thoughts," Sally said inanely. She was still panting in the throes of unfulfilled passion.
"Oh, sure!" Ron sarcastically snapped. He began pacing back and forth, hoping that this would get his blood circulating into other parts. "Just don't go off duty this morning until I see you. We've got to finish what we started."
Sally didn't reply. Now that Ron's stimulations were gone, her puritanical conscience was regaining control.
I acted like a slut! she thought. I can't let myself behave that way again!
Ron tossed her a grin, as he headed for the door. "Well, I guess I can get back to work," he said. "But remember. We've got some unfinished business."
He winked and left the room.
Sally smoothed her uniform, conscious that her nipples were still stiff and her panties were sopped against the burning flesh between her thighs. She turned and completed arranging the thermometers and other implements on the counter.
She was trying to remember what she had to do next.
Oh, yes! she suddenly recalled. I have to bathe the patient in Room 12. He's being operated on at six o'clock.
Sally hurried from the room, her damp thighs scissoring together.
CHAPTER TWO
The Southside Industrial Clinic, where Sally was serving an apprenticeship as part of her nurse's training, was affiliated with several factories in the area. It furnished out-patient services under a group medical plan and had two dozen overnight beds for patients requiring observation or minor surgery.
Sally's pussy was throbbing when she arrived at Room 12 to bathe a middle-aged man who was in for the removal of a small cyst on his back. The surgery was scheduled for early in the morning so that a biopsy could be completed before the end of the day and, if the results were negative as anticipated, the patient could be discharged that night. Otherwise he would have to be transferred to a full-fledged hospital for further tests and treatment.
Sally snapped on the ceiling light, and the man in the bed nearest the door grunted and rolled over. When his tired eyes took in the bulge of the young nurse's tits, he smiled even though he had just been shocked from sleep.
"Time for your bath, Mr. Purvis," Sally announced, her tone less composed than usual.
"Already?" Purvis grumbled. "Shit, it's the middle of the night!"
"Please don't say shit, Mr. Purvis," Sally said, wondering why men had to talk so nasty. "I have to bathe you because you're going to be operated on in a little over an hour," she continued as she placed her basin of water, sponge, and towel on the bedside stand.
The patient's sleepy eyes undressed her. She could feel him mentally toying with her breasts. Though Purvis wasn't very attractive, with his thin face stubbled by an overnight beard and his graying hair mussed up, Sally was in such an aroused state that even he appealed to her.
The room's other bed was occupied by a man of about the same age as Purvis. He had awakened and turned onto his side, facing Sally. He didn't say anything, but she could feel his eyes caressing her lustfully.
Trying to steady her nerves, the young nurse lowered the sheet which covered Purvis and asked him to sit up. She drew his hospital gown off his shoulders.
"Now just lie back," she directed, still tense.
She had bathed many patients, and it usually hadn't bothered her. But this morning she felt different, thanks to the abortive sexual treatment she had gotten from Dr. Marshall. Her pussy remained disturbingly moist and tingly.
As Purvis lay back, his eyes became fixed to the little bumps in Sally's uniform at the apex of her round, full breasts.
She began sponging his shoulders and chest. She dried that area after washing it thoroughly and asked the patient to roll onto his stomach. She washed his back, paying special attention to the small lump which was going to be removed by surgery that morning.
As she drew the bedsheet farther down, her edginess increased. She washed the man's hairy legs, then lifted his hospital gown away from his buttocks. The skimpy mounds had a light scattering of hair on them, but a great deal more hair was visible at the base of the crack between them. Sally tried not to look there, but couldn't avoid it when she began to wash that area.
Purvis watched her from over his shoulder as she sponged his buttocks and the tops of his thighs. The sponge, and sometimes Sally's fingers as well, bumped the back of his balls.
"Turn over now," she said a bit huskily after she had dried off his rump.
Purvis quickly rolled onto his back. His penis flopped into view, his hobbling balls beneath it.
Sally steeled herself, saying inwardly, This is just a job-it doesn't mean anything.
But that wasn't how she felt as she began handling and sponging the man's soft but sizable privates. He watched from beneath lowered lids as the pretty blonde nurse went about her task with apparent unconcern. That is, she seemed unconcerned unless one were to study her eyes intently and note the tiny twitches of her soft, sensuous mouth.
Sally was wishing--and hating herself for it--that Purvis's rubbery cock might stiffen in her hands, as Ron Marshall's cock had stiffened while he had toyed with her. She wanted to see a big, hard prick pointing rigidly toward her. She wanted to have a . . .
No! she thought sternly. I DON'T want to have it! I was fucked once and it was awful! I don't want to be fucked again . . . ever!
In spite of this firm resolve, Sally had become very excited by the time she finished washing the patient's genitals. Her nerves were atingle as she helped him back Into his gown and raised the sheet when he lay back.
"If I were a younger man . . ." Purvis said, eyeing her with a twinkle.
"You'd better relax," Sally told him. "They're going to be coming to get you very soon to take you to the operating room."
As if she possessed some sixth sense, the door opened at that moment. As husky orderly entered with a rolling bed. He gave Sally a stripping glance, then turned to Purvis, and had the man get on the bed.
As they left, Sally was placing the sponge she had used on Purvis into the basin of water. She put the damp towel over her arm and lifted the basin. As she turned to go, her gaze swept the far side of the room where the other occupant had lain watching her bathe Purvis.
The impressionable young nurse received a shock which nearly caused her to drop the basin of water. The patient was lying on his back, but his face was turned toward her, and he was smiling. This wasn't what startled her, however. She was staring at a huge hump in the man's sheet, at just about the point where his legs joined his body.
Sally's lips parted. She couldn't say anything for a moment. Her knees felt weak. Fresh juice spurted from her intimate glands, spreading a new glaze on the lips of her pussy.
Suddenly she asked, as if without thinking, "Would you, uh, like a bath too, Mister . . . uh . . . Tolliver, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Clint Tolliver." The robust, middle-aged man grinned stronger. "And I really think I could use a bath-that is, if you've got the time, honey."
"Of course I have the time."
Sally blushed as she approached Tolliver's bed, carrying the basin of water and towel. She set it on his nightstand. Staring close up at the bulge in the center of his bedsheet, she felt more flustered than ever.
"Well, let's see now . . ." she began and let the sentence trail off.
She was swishing the sponge in the water as she continued to gaze at the man's covered erection. Without thinking that she was about to use the same sponge and water on him that she had used on the other patient, Sally slipped her hand under the bedsheet.
She grasped the man's hot, throbbing cock.
A palpable jolt went through him, and he sat up, grinning hard. Sally's pink lips formed a big O as her delicate fingers measured, under the sheet, a male sexual tool that had to be ten inches long.
"Like it?" the man asked. "Ooh my, yes! NO! I mean . . ." "Baby, I don't think you know what you mean," Tolliver said as she continued to stroke him. "But
I think you know what you want." He threw the sheet off.
Sally stared at the monstrous cock she was holding. It stuck up like a telephone pole, but was much, much thicker in proportion to its length. The skin of its shank, where Sally's fingers were wrapped about it, was brownish, while the head was a purplish-rosy hue. The knob seemed big as a fist, with a flared slit at its tip which oozed a clear, glistening fluid.
"Are you just gonna stare at it," the man asked in a guttural tone, "or is there something else you'd like to do with it?" "I . . . I . . ."
Sally dropped the bathing sponge back into the water.
The man reached out, encircling the young nurse with his arm. She gasped when his hand lit on the back of her thigh, underneath her skirt. His hand slid upward along her smooth skin. He crossed the elastic leg band of her panties and stroked her rubbery buttocks which were sheathed in filmy nylon. As he stared up at her, still grinning, he rolled the voluptuous cheeks of her bottom through her sheer panties.
Sally wanted to collapse. She felt as if her legs couldn't hold her. Her flesh was afire from head to toes. She kept staring down at the man's huge cock which she was holding in a tight grip. The head of his tool seemed to swell even larger, and it turned a darker hue. More moisture oozed out of its slit to wash down over the bulb.
Sally's own glands were exuding juice like mad. Her panties were plastered wetly to the lips of her cunt.
"Come on, nursie," the patient said as he gave the seat of her silken panties a smack. "Climb on board, huh?"
Tolliver boosted her-but Sally helped, as well -and she was dismayed when she found herself mounted astride his waist. His prick was poking her ass-crack through her panties. The man opened the buttons on the front of her uniform.
He could see the inner halves of her round, erect tits. After undoing the last button, he spread the edges of her uniform wide apart, and her titties shoved out in the nude-big, ripe, and gorgeous, with nipple-disks the size of half-dollars surrounding pink, succulent stems that surged forward.
"Shit!" the man exclaimed happily, and gave a lascivious chuckle as he gathered the softly firm beauties in his hands. Squeezing them, he forced the nipples farther forward yet. He stroked his thumbs across the rubbery nubs, bending them this way and that.
Sally whined like a bitch in heat.
"Jumping Jesus, are you built!" Tolliver said. "I could fuck you fifty times a day!"
"Oooh, noooh . . . nooooh . . ." Sally panted.
"Come here!" the man ordered. He grasped her rump, underneath her skirt. Clutching both ass-cheeks through her silk panties, he drew her forward.
What in the world is he DOING? Sally thought through the swirling sensations that fogged her brain.
She soon found out, for Tolliver drew her panty-clad crotch right to his face. He pressed his parted lips against the sopped nylon that covered her cunt. He began to suck and champ noisily.
Sally had never felt so humiliated-or so thrilled!
The man was eating her right through her panties.
She moaned and writhed, shaking her titties to and fro as she smeared her wet panty-crotch over Tolliver's mouth and nose. Her nurse's cap fell off. The man was rolling her ass-cheeks in her pants. She throbbed deep inside.
Suddenly Tolliver pushed her back and grasped the belly band of her bikini pants. He pulled them down and she raised herself on her knees to let the skimpy garment slide out from under her butt. Then balancing precariously on his middle, she stuck her legs in the air and let him pull her panties all the way off. He flung them across the room.
"Now sit on my prick!" he demanded coarsely.
"Ooh, yes . .. yessss!" Sally hissed. She scrambled backward. Her brain was reeling giddily. She knew she should control herself but couldn't.
Tolliver's prick bumped her bare ass, and she raised herself to let it flip forward. She clutched the wonderful warm, throbbing shaft and raised her hips again. Feeling she was doing something awful, she pointed the man's pecker right up at the flaring pink slit between her thighs.
"OOOH!" she exclaimed as she sat on it.
She thrilled wildly as the huge shaft parted the lips of her pussy and surged up her tight channel. She was so slippery inside that the tightness was no problem. Tolliver's cock bumped the end of her tunnel, and she feared for a moment that it would rupture something. She raised herself quickly.
"You can handle it," Tolliver said. "But you're sure as hell snug! Go nice and easy. Fuck it just the way you like. Baby, I want you to get your rocks off, too."
"Oh, how I need to!" Sally wantonly exclaimed, and she began to screw him in a circular motion while still partially elevated on her knees.
Gradually she let herself down, taking more and more of his horse's cock inside her until finally she had it all and was sitting on his nuts.
"I didn't think . . ." she panted, "that any man . . . could be so HUGE!"
"I'm big, all right," Tolliver said with a proud grin. "Lots of gals have told me that. The bigger the better, they say."
"Ooh, wowww!" was all Sally could reply as she rotated her hips and felt the bulging head of his big cock stirring deep inside her-much deeper than the man had gone who had raped her on campus the previous spring.
Tolliver writhed with eyes shut, luxuriating in the wonderful, twisting embrace of the girl's warm, wet, clasping cunt. He reached up and grasped her titties. He milked at the luscious mounds, squeezing and pulling on her nipples.
Moving slowly at first, until her pussy had accommodated itself to the man's tremendous size, Sally gradually increased the tempo of the screwing. True to his word, Tolliver let her set the pace. He merely twisted and bumped a little.
Soon she was rollicking up and down, her titties bouncing like rubber balls as she fucked the man's dick with a passionate vengeance.
Nothing had ever felt so good as that monstrous cock surging up and down in her narrow channel, reaming it with every thrust, the bulging cockhead sending ripples along her cuntal walls, stroking her red-hot clit.
"God!" she cried. "Ooh, that's wild!"
"You love it, don't you?" Tolliver husked as she kept bobbing up and down.
"Man, it's the . . . greatest! Ooh, you . . . monster! GIVE it to me! Jam it! Stick it right up to my throat!" Sally knew she was babbling like a slut, but she didn't care.
Tolliver began to slam his crotch into her furry softness, driving his dick for all he was worth while she bounced wildly atop him. Thrill after giddy thrill pounded upward into her fevered brain. She had never had such a time as this. The furtive rape on campus was like nothing by comparison, and Dr. Marshall's diddling had only been a tease.
Suddenly Sally leaned forward, mashing her breasts against Tolliver's torso, and she bore down with her clit against his hard, stroking rod. She wriggled her ass as she screwed him with even greater intensity. Tolliver slashed upward into her, seeming to possess the ability to last all day.
But Sally could tell that she wasn't going to last much longer. She sucked in her breath and held it as a glorious tension seized her. At last she was going to know what it was like to come and come big.
She fucked harder.
Tolliver fucked upward into her.
Together they made the bed rock.
Sweating and clutching, their impassioned bodies slapped and slithered together. Then . . .
Sally's scream split the early-morning silence. Tolliver growled fiercely and clutched her ass-cheeks hard, pulling them wide apart as he jammed her down fully onto him. His giant prick jerked deep inside her rippling cunt, and she felt his hot spurts tickle her innermost being. Her orgasm blossomed into a wondrous wave of warmth which baked all the tension from her tissues and left her lying limp atop Tolliver, panting and mewing in total satisfaction.
That he was satisfied as well, she had no doubt, for his cock had turned limp inside her. He was gently caressing her back and flanks and bottom.
She dizzily sat up.
"Ooh, myyyy!" she said, her brain feeling light as a feather. Tolliver chuckled.
She had just buttoned the top of her dress and climbed off the patient when the door of the room burst open and an orderly appeared-the same husky man who had taken Purvis away.
"Did that scream come from in here?" the fellow demanded, looking Sally up and down, then glancing at the patient who rested calmly in bed, covered up to his chest.
Sally struggled desperately to compose herself. She knew her hair was a fright, and her cap was gone. And her pants!
Oh God, where are my pants? she thought.
"Say, what's been going on?" the orderly asked, obviously suspicious.
"N-nothing!" Sally said, her cheeks a deep rosy hue.
She picked up her wash basin and towel and hurried from the room.
The orderly gave a final glance at the patient who by that time had closed his eyes as if asleep. Then the young man followed Sally. As he left the room, he noticed a puff of white nylon lying on the floor, next to the wall.
Alone, Tolliver got out of bed and hobbled across the room, favoring the injured foot which had brought him to the clinic. He picked up Sally's panties and carried them back to his bed. He crawled under the sheet and lay back, placing the panties on his nose.
He deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the girl he had just fucked.
CHAPTER THREE
The orderly, whose name was Sam Patchett, maintained a discreet distance behind Sally as she walked down the corridor, her bottom twisting sensuously in her snug skirt. It was plain that she wasn't wearing a girdle, and Sam suspected that she didn't even have panties on.
He waited until she turned into a small supply room to get rid of the basin and sponge she had used on Purvis, then the orderly quickened his pace and entered the room behind her, after which he shut and locked the door.
Sally whirled at the sound.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Checking up on you," the beefy young man said.
"Just what do you mean?"
Sally's cheeks were still somewhat flushed, but she had recovered enough of her composure to reassume the pose of Little Miss Puritan. This wasn't a deliberate deception on Sally's part. Pure was the way she wanted to be, and the way she always had been until lately. The rape had begun to change her, and the events of that early morning at the clinic had moved the process along.
"You were screwing that patient," Sam accused.
"I certainly was not!" Sally maintained in a tone and haughty manner that might have convinced almost anyone. Anyone who hadn't seen the way she looked a little while ago, that is, with her hair mussed and her clothes wrinkled ... and who hadn't seen a white puff that looked suspiciously like her panties lying on the floor.
Sam had, and he wasn't fooled.
"Come here," he said, grasping Sally by an arm and pulling her against him.
"Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Not just yet," Sam replied.
Holding her close to him, he reached down and put his hand under the back of her skirt. Quickly scooting it up her bare thighs, he pressed an insolent finger against her buttocks. No panties impeded his progress as he twisted his finger between her satiny mounds, right at-and partially into-her hot little asshole.
Sally gasped. As soon as she could recover her senses, she swung a hand and slapped Sam stingingly across the face.
"You wild bitch!" he snarled, and pushed her against a wall.
Sally realized immediately that she shouldn't have slapped him. He was strong enough to handle her like a rag doll if he so chose.
"I was right," Sam said. "You fucked that patient in Room Twelve. Well, by God, if he can have some of your pussy, I guess I can, too. And you hadn't better yell or the head of this clinic will find out the way you've been carrying on, and he'll kick your sweet ass out of here. Then you won't ever get to be an R.N."
Sam had her by the short hairs, and Sally knew it.
"I hate you!" she declared vehemently.
That only made Sam laugh.
He pulled her skirt up.
"Baby, with a snatch as cute as that, you hadn't ought to ever wear pants," he said. "And you oughta walk on windy streets a lot."
Sally was abashed by the attitude he was taking toward her, as if she was some cheap thing who could be made fun of and treated without a modicum of respect. And she was distressed by the thought of being forced to have sex with him.
She hated herself enough already for having sex with Tolliver. Now that the passion storm had passed, she couldn't imagine why she had behaved that way. She wasn't that sort of girl. She really wasn't.
Well, she needn't blame herself for having sex with Sam, she decided. He was forcing it on her with his threat to report her to Dr. McMasters. It would be just like the time she was raped. In fact, it would be rape.
"All right," she said bitterly. "I'll do it with you if I have to. Let's get it over with quickly."
Sam grinned. "Well, aren't you the quick-change artist! But I don't know if I want to get it over with fast. You're some piece, baby. A guy doesn't get next to a cunt like you every day."
A cunt like HER, not a cunt like HERS, Sally thought. That meant he thought of her only as a cunt. How vile!
"Where do you want me?" she demanded, thinking about getting the nasty business over and done with.
"I'll take care of that," Sam said. "First take your clothes off-or that uniform, if that's all you've got on."
It was all she had on, Sally was ashamed to admit. She guessed she should start wearing a bra again, though the current fashion said she didn't have to and she really preferred the feel of her breasts bobbing freely inside her dress as she walked. Of course, a girl should always wear underpants, and Sally had always done so until now.
Glaring venomously at Sam, she unbuttoned the front of her uniform. He watched her, an expectant smile on his face as he loosened his belt and let his trousers down. He kicked off his shoes.
Sally slid her uniform off her shoulders and down her arms. Her pretty breasts bobbed free.
"Jesus, what tits!" Sam said appreciatively.
"They aren't tits!" Sally protested, color flooding her cheeks. "I'm no cow."
"I'll say you aren't." Sam stepped out of his pants. "Christ, those beautiful titties just stand right up and out there. They don't hang at all."
Titties sounded a little better than tits, Sally decided. Anyway, she couldn't control the way the filthy man talked.
As she stepped from her dress, her titties bobbed.
Sam pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head. This left him in nothing but white socks and jockey briefs. The latter showed a protrusion at their front.
Sally's gaze fixed itself on the hump, and she noted immediately that Sam, husky as he was, was no match for Clint Tolliver.
Sam shucked his briefs down and stepped out of them. His erect pecker swayed and bobbed.
It was really quite a little thing, Sally decided. It didn't seem even as large as the one on that bearded man on campus who had raped her.
"Suck me first," Sam said as he stood in front of her.
"What?" Sally couldn't believe that she had heard right.
"Suck me," Sam repeated, a little grin on his face. "Don't tell me a hot witch like you doesn't dig the taste of cock."
"Oh, for Christ's sake! Now you're trying to act like Miss Prissy-pants again. Baby, it doesn't fit you. Get down on your knees and suck." "No!"
Sam squinted. "Haven't you ever done it?" "I certainly have not!"
The big man sighed. "Well, I'm not about to take the time to teach you how. I'd rather fuck, anyway."
He stepped forward until his prick touched her. Sally recoiled. But in spite of herself, she was becoming turned on.
Sam grasped her at the waist and boosted her up. Her back was against the wall.
"I don't guess you need any working up," Sam said, speaking without evidence of exertion even though he was holding her a couple of feet off the floor. "You're probably pretty slick, with that patient's cum inside you."
Slick she was. Tolliver's stuff was dribbling slowly from her pussy and along her thighs.
She gazed down between her titties at Sam's dick that was standing almost straight up. Though it wasn't too large, it was certainly vigorous looking. Sally wanted it, and by that time she realized how Sam intended to give it to her.
The idea was intriguing, and she cooperated by spreading her legs wide apart. Her pussy unfurled, the lips sticking a bit because they were so wet. As cool air touched Sally's inner parts, she experienced a quickening of desire.
"Stick it into me!" she told Sam.
"Why don't you help, huh?" he suggested. "Reach down and aim it."
Sally bent a bit and grasped his cock. It was extremely rigid, like bone with a covering of satin or thin velvet. But the head was a little softer, Sally's exploring fingertips reported.
Holding Sam's cockhead between two fingers and her thumb, she aimed it as Sam moved closer. His glans plowed her wet furrow, giving her a thrill. Her clit, which was already stiff from anticipation, tingled with delight as Sam's cock brushed across it.
The male instrument found its way into the super-slick mouth of her pussy, and Sally took her hand away. Giving a grunt of triumph, Sam knifed his cock upward, sinking its entire rigid length into Sally's warm, wet sheath. Her hole felt snug, even though Sam's equipment wasn't the largest.
"Wrap your legs around my middle," he said. "And put your arms around my neck."
Sally eagerly complied, which permitted Sam to slide his hands down and under her buttocks. Grasping those rubbery mounds, he wiggled them as he began pumping his cock in and out.
The sensation was superb. Sally's velvety moist-ness, which encircled Sam's cock, massaged the entire stroking length of it. For her part, every nerve-end in the lining of her vagina was rubbed delightfully. Sam's prick seemed to be plunging deeper with each thrust until it stirred the very center of her belly.
"Ooh, that's so good!" she exclaimed. "Keep fucking me! Don't stop!" She couldn't believe that was her talking.
Sam had no intention of stopping, at least not for some time. He twisted Sally's bottom sensuously as he kept pumping up and down inside her. His cockhead felt much bigger than it actually was as it surged along her channel, which was made even smaller than usual by the way he was holding and twisting her.
The linked lovers' bobbing motions caused Sally's luscious tits to jiggle up and down. Sam twisted his head to the side, stuck out his tongue, and struck at a pink nipple. He lashed the adorable nubbin, sending new thrills through Sally.
"Suck it!" she demanded. "Take my tit in your mouth."
She had called it a tit, she realized, though she earlier had reproached Sam for using that word. This just went to show how passion could change a girl, she thought.
But that wasn't the time for thinking. Sally only wanted to feel and enjoy.
That she was wholeheartedly enjoying the lustful thrusts of Sam's stiff prick she couldn't deny, even to herself. She wriggled around the invading shaft, heightening the massaging effect on
Sam.
As his big hands wiggled her ass-cheeks, his fingertips worked their way into her crack until they were tickling her anus.
Sally liked that. She wished Sam would stick a finger right up her asshole while he kept pounding his hot cock into her cunt.
He seemed to have the same desire, for his middle finger centered itself on the puckered little depression which was wiggling invitingly. His and Sally's bobbing motions made it very easy for him to insert his finger into her anus a little at a time until, to the girl's happy amazement, she had it all. She knew this to be the case, because she felt Sam's other knuckles pressing against her crack, and it seemed like she was sitting on a fence picket. But his finger didn't hurt inside her. On the contrary, it felt very, very good.
Sally cooed and writhed on Sam's penetrating cock and finger, having the time of her life as her back slid up and down against the wall and her arms and legs held Sam in a serpentine grip.
He was grunting and thrusting while turning his head from side to side, sucking Sally's tits in turn. He would tug on a firm, tasty nipple, let it bob free, then capture and suck the other one.
Sally didn't know where she was thrilling the most-in her cunt, her asshole, or at the tips of her tits. The fact was, she was delighted all over. Her entire being seemed to have been turned into one quivering sexual nerve-end. If she had retained any doubt about her natural sensuality, it had been dispelled by Sam's overwhelming onslaught, which possessed her entirely.
"Wow!" was all she could say as she bounced merrily up and down on Sam's marvelously stimulating cock and finger.
He pushed her harder against the wall and fucked even more vigorously. His finger reamed her grasping anus, circling round and round in the hot, pliant hole.
Sally slid her hands up into Sam's bushy hair and began tugging at it as she writhed, out of her mind with lust.
"Oooh, fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK!" she cried, delighting in her own use of the dirty word.
Sam was delighted, also, as he proved by ramming her even harder. She gasped. She squealed. She started coming, her sexual muscles grasping at the man's stroking prick while her sphincter spasmed ecstatically around his invading finger.
This triggered Sam's switch, and he suddenly gushed his semen into her like a geyser. For the second time in less than an hour, she was taking a man's load and loving it.
There was nothing in the world that she enjoyed as much as getting screwed.
A girl couldn't discover this startling fact about herself without being deeply affected by it, particularly if she had always maintained a puritanical attitude toward life, as Sally had done.
I must be sick, she thought. The way I feel can't be normal!
After Sam had left her and she was struggling to compose herself, she tried to decide what she should do about her new and vexing problem. Help surely was near at hand, because she was in a hospital. But she couldn't bring herself to seek it. That would be just too embarrassing. What was more, it might destroy her career, almost before it had gotten started.
Sally fretted until the end of her shift, though physically she felt better than she had for a long time, perhaps ever.
She went home to her little apartment and slept like the proverbial log.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi there, cutie," Ron Marshall said when Sally showed up for work the next night.
The handsome intern grinned at her in a special way and ran his hand down her back to pat her lusciously curved bottom.
Does he know what I did with that patient and with Sam? Sally wondered.
She had the feeling that men talked about such things and that she might by that time have become the principal subject of gossip around the clinic. Sally the slut, people might be calling her behind her back.
It was awful.
Yet Sally didn't trust herself to change. The effects of the previous night's passion had worn off, and she was tingling with anticipation once again. Ron's patting of her fanny had brought new heat to her loins. The lips of her freshly cleansed pussy were moistening once again.
"Hey, there's a patient in Room Three that needs his hand bandaged," Ron said. "Go in and take care of him, will you?"
Take care of him. The words had a special connotation to Sally, in the light of her experiences of the night before.
But surely not every man was looking for instant sex, she told herself.
Still she walked a bit faster than usual down the neat, green-walled corridor to the examination room where the patient waited. Her buttocks switched quiveringly. Seated on a chair in the corner, the patient smiled at her when she entered the room.
He was about thirty years old and not bad looking. He wore a blue work shirt and jeans. There was a small laceration on the side of his right hand. His gaze settled admiringly on Sally's tits.
After greeting him and checking his file to note that his name was Mike Preston, she prepared an antiseptic solution for washing his wound.
"Does it hurt, Mr. Preston?" she asked as she sat on a stool in front of him and placed the wash basin on the floor. The bending caused her neckline to fall forward, exposing the creamy tops of her boobs.
The man grinned again. "It hurts a little. But I'm sure if you kissed it you could make it all right."
Sally blushed a bit. "That's not a medical treatment," she said, returning his smile. She lifted his hand from his lap.
Her gaze was trained directly on the crotch of his jeans which were very snug. She could plainly make out the shape of his balls and of his prick as well, which bulged at the inner top of his left pant leg.
She was aware that Mike was looking at her, particularly at her bare knees and the lower parts of her thighs, which were exposed below the hem of her white skirt.
His hand was warm. Holding it sent little tingles racing through her.
My God, I AM shameless! she thought.
Then, as if to prove it, she did what Mike had jokingly suggested: She lifted his hand to her soft pink lips and kissed it, though not on the wound.
"There!" she said playfully, and laughed. "That felt great!" Mike murmured with appreciation.
Sally was still holding his hand, and he pressed it to her face once more. He ran his middle finger along her lips.
To Sally the stimulation was intense, almost like a kiss, but different.
Mike drew his finger back to the center of her lips and pressed it forward. Before Sally knew what was happening, his finger was in her mouth. Responding to an urge which puzzled her but was overpowering, she began sucking Mike's finger.
"Christ, you do that good!" he said with passion.
Staring at his crotch, Sally watched the lump at the top of his left pantleg grow. She became tremendously excited.
Mike wedged his hand between her bare knees and slid it forward. She thrilled as he stroked the inner surfaces of her satiny thighs. As if of their own accord, her legs parted. Mike pushed her skirt up to her lap.
He was staring at the crotch of her white, filmy panties. Through the clinging, thin nylon he could make out the shadow of her light-brown pussy curls. A few of those dainty ringlets had escaped from the elastic leg bands of her briefs and were in plain view.
Sally enjoyed having the patient look at her panties, and she hoped he could see through them. Judging by the way the lump in his pants leg was swelling and twitching, he liked what he saw. That pleased Sally all the more.
Why do I feel this way? What's happening to me? she wondered desperately.
It was as if she couldn't resist the patient who was seated in front of her. She knew she was going to do anything he asked of her, and she hoped he would ask it quickly.
Mike didn't keep her waiting.
Perceiving how she felt and what her response would be, he said simply, "Open my pants."
"Yes!" Sally exclaimed, and clawed at the fly of his jeans.
There was much heat in his pants. His big balls and swollen prick were crowding the crotch of his garment nearly to the bursting point, and this made it difficult for Sally to open the zipper on his fly. But she managed. Then her hand snaked inside and into the fly of his boxer shorts.
She grasped what she wanted and pulled it out.
Mike's bald-headed cock arched forward. Though his shaft was not yet bolt-stiff, it was lengthy and thick. The purplish rosy knob nodded seductively before Sally's gaze.
"Oh my goodness, you're so big!" she said.
Her appreciation of his prick obviously pleased him.
Though he wasn't as large in the sexual department as the patient Sally had screwed the night before, the difference was only technical as far as she was concerned. She knew Mike's bulging knob would give her great pleasure as it stroked up and down in her narrow, throbbing passage. And it was evident that his shaft, when completely stiff, would be able to push that knob far enough to tickle her innermost parts.
As Sally stared at his cock, Mike wrapped his good hand around it and drew forward, stretching the rubbery organ and gliding his fingertips over its head. He lifted his hand to her face and before she could stop him-if she'd had any mind to do so-he rubbed his fingertips across her nose and along her lips.
She smelled the male aroma on his hand. She imagined that she could taste it.
Her excitement took a tremendous surge. A giddiness seized her brain.
She remembered what Sam had asked her to do the night before-to suck him. She had indignantly refused. But she had thought a great deal about it in the meantime, wondering if she should have tried it to find out what it was like.
Mike was presenting her with another chance. Though he hadn't come right out and asked her, it was clear what he had in mind as he waited expectantly.
Sally kept gazing at his cock, and the thing became the most appealing object in creation. She wanted it any way and every way. She wanted to feel it and-yes, she wanted to smell and taste it, too.
She bowed her blonde head.
"Ooh!" Mike exclaimed as she held his provocatively arched prick between her thumb and first finger, aiming the slitted snout toward her lips.
Sally's brain swirled as she neared the fascinating organ. It's tangy scent invaded her nostrils, causing them to flare. She became very hot between her legs.
I'm so nasty! she thought as she parted her pink lips.
"AAH!" Mike groaned harshly when Sally's soft lips encircled the tip of his dick.
With her brain swirling more giddily than ever, the girl glided her lips forward over the fullness of Mike's glans until she had the whole slippery knob in her mouth. Her lips locked in the little groove behind the corona. Mike's bulb pressed against her velvety tongue.
She smelled and tasted the strange but stimulating tang of his cock.
I like it. I LIKE it! she thought. Oh, it's so GOOD!
Sally drove her lips down on the shaft which had been supple just moments before but had suddenly turned iron-hard, with only its thin covering of skin supplying a bit of softness. This lunge forced Mike's cockhead toward the back of her tongue, and she felt she was about to gag. She quickly raised her head a bit but didn't relinquish the knob of his cock.
She liked the feel of that bulging thing in her mouth. She liked the hardness of Mike's shaft between her stretched lips.
This is almost as good as fucking! she thought.
Mike groaned with pleasure and ran a hand into her blonde-streaked hair. This knocked her nurse's cap off.
Sally drove her mouth downward on his cock again, this time taking care not to go too far. But she seemed to have lost her inclination to gag, anyway. Having Mike's prick in her mouth felt just too good.
She began to suck wildly, and the scent and taste of his cock thronged her senses. The springs which were secreted in her love-lips gushed out a copiotfs flow of juice which moistened the crotch of her panties, causing the nylon to stick to her.
She pumped her mouth up and down on Mike's prick.
It's so good ... SO GOOD! she kept thinking.
Only one thing bothered her and that was the uncomfortable position she was in, seated on the stool in front of Mike and leaning so far forward. She raised her head, releasing his wet, stiff cock.
"Oh, honey, don't stop!" he begged, and tried to push her head down again.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice having turned husky.
She slid forward off the stool and got down on her knees between Mike's spread thighs. In that position she could really go to work on him and enjoy it completely.
She took his cock into her mouth again. It was so big and stiff, and the head bulged so delightfully. Thrilling to the tips of her toes, Sally glided her encircling, soft lips up and down on the spit-slickened organ. She caressed the twitching, swelling head with her tongue. She sucked and swallowed.
She was doing such a marvelous job, simply following her natural inclinations, that Mike would have had every right to conclude she had sucked many cocks. He writhed ecstatically and bumped his shaft upward into her mouth each time she lunged. She was taking his cockhead very far back on her tongue by that time, almost into her throat, and she had no impulse to gag.
It wasn't just the tactile stimulation of Mike's big prick gliding between her lips and atop her tongue or the taste and scent of it which pleased Sally. There was something about the idea of taking him in this way which powerfully turned her on and gave her a strange psychological satisfaction. She couldn't begin to explain it to herself, nor did she care to do so. Her only desire was to take the pleasure which Mike offered and to give him pleasure in return.
She could tell by the way he was squirming on his chair and moaning and running his hand through her hair that he was as turned on as she was. The throbbing of his prick in her mouth and its spastic twitches told her the same thing.
She began to fear that he might finish in her mouth, and if he were to do that she would receive his passionate discharge down her throat. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that. Also, by that time, she was wild to fuck him.
Sally suddenly stopped fellating his prick, letting the rosy, gleaming wand whip free as she lifted her head. She rose to her feet.
Raising her nurse's skirt, she was about to strip down her white panties and spring astride Mike's lap, which seemed the most expeditious way to get their organs together. But Mike stopped her. Forgetting his injury for the moment, he wrapped both hands around the panty-clad cheeks of her bottom, and pulled her forward in standing position astride his legs. He pressed his face to her soft belly, kissing her through her panties.
Mike kissed lower on her panties until his mouth was on the damp part of the crotch and his nose was pressed against her pubic mound. He nuzzled the soft mat of hair beneath the thin nylon. He breathed in the girl's intoxicating scent. His impassioned tongue licked the crotch of her panties, gathering a trace of the sweetness which had exuded from her.
All this stimulated Sally so intensely that she didn't know what to do. She grasped Mike's up-thrust, quivering prick and began to pump it with her soft but strong hand. Her other hand continued to hold her skirt high around her waist.
Mike pulled her panties down, thrilling to the sight of her blonde-brown pubic clump. With her panties encircling the tops of her thighs, he pressed his mouth to her love mound, growling as he sucked on her tuft and ran his wet tongue through the hairs.
"Ooh, please take my pants off!" Sally begged. "I want to screw you!"
"Yeah, baby ... yeah," Mike said as he straightened up and pushed her panties the rest of the way down her bare legs.
Sally placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and lifted her feet in turn so that he could remove her panties. With his hands on her bare ass, he pulled her close to him once more and began nuzzling her braless titties" through the top of her dress.
"Oh Jesus, I've got to see 'em!" he exclaimed, and went to work on her buttons.
Sally feverishly sought to help him. They were both so excited that their fingers fumbled clumsily. Even so, they managed to get a couple of buttons open. Mike reached inside her dress, grasped a bare titty and pulled it out.
"Man, that's beautiful!" he breathed as he squeezed the satiny mound, watching the stiff, pink nipple surge forward.
He wrapped his warm, moist lips around the tip of her tit and sucked, licking her nipple at the same time. Sally grooved with the marvelous sensation. She resumed stroking Mike's prick up and down. She couldn't seem to keep her hand off the wonderful thing.
Mike fumbled open another button on the front of her uniform and pulled out her other titty. He kneaded it like a blob of baker's dough as he continued sucking on the first.
Sally's tits weren't anything like blobs, however. They had marvelous shape and fullness, without a trace of sag. Her nipples stuck out beautifully, even inclining slightly upward. Mike took a thrusting nubbin between the tips of two fingers and his thumb, then proceeded to roll it and tug on it, sending delightful sensations streaming through Sally's stretched breast.
He switched titties, sucking on the second one and rolling the one with the moist tip with his fingers.
Sally couldn't wait any longer to feel his long, stiff cock inside her. Just stroking it with her hand-or even sucking it, if she could have gotten back into position to do so-wasn't enough. She had to feel Mike's big cockhead massaging the walls of her vagina, surging deep into her belly, bringing his passion to the very center of her being.
She walked farther forward astride Mike's legs, pressing her soft titty against his sucking mouth. At the same time she directed his standing pecker so that it was aimed directly at the moist hole in her patch of pubic curls.
She let herself down.
Mike's damp cockhead kissed her flaring slit, slipped inside, and ballooned the walls of her pussy as it surged all the way up inside her. The hair-rimmed mouth of her hole contracted around the base of his rod. She was sitting on his zipper, which wasn't very comfortable, but comfort wasn't Sally's main concern at the moment.
His big prick felt perfectly delicious inside her, standing right straight up in her belly. Mike was still pleasuring her tits with his warm, wet mouth and squeezing fingers.
Sally began to bob up and down astride his lap, shaking her titties against his mouth and hand. Mike's prick stroked ecstatically in her clasping, slick crevice. She circled around his standing cock, enjoying the freedom of motion which the position gave her as she rested most of her weight on her feet against the floor. She still held her skirt at her waist, resting her other hand on Mike's shoulder for balance, and anyone standing behind her would have had a most stimulating view of her rotating white ass bobbing atop the man's sturdy pole which bisected the hairy softness between her thighs.
But, alas, there was nobody there to watch.
Sally had gotten so worked up during the preliminaries to the sex act, and so had Mike, that neither of them desired to prolong the fucking. They both were more than anxious to pop as soon as they could.
Sally fucked faster. Mike surged upward from his chair, driving his dick as deeply as possible into her swirling, moist warmth. He felt her cuntal muscles rippling around his thrusts. Sally thrilled to each stroke of his bulging prick-head into her depths.
"Oh God, I'm going to . . ." she panted.
"COME!" Mike ordered, finishing the sentence for her. He squeezed her titties hard.
Come she did.
Marvelously.
Ecstatically.
Mike spurted energetically in the well of her cunt. His thick cream slid down her quaking cuntal walls and along the shaft of his quivering cock, lubricating their union even more deliciously. Sally shook and moaned. Mike groaned in wordless delight.
Finally she settled fully on him, his softening dick completely surrounded by her warm wetness, and she plastered her lips against his mouth. They kissed long and feelingly, with stroking tongues.
This had been Sally's most satisfying sexual adventure yet, and it had further confirmed her self-diagnosis, that she was indeed a sexual wanton. The rape she'd had some months ago had begun to liberate her from the Puritanism which had shackled her since puberty. But since the rape had been frightening and hadn't really satisfied her, she had delayed a further exploration of sensuality until starting work at the clinic, where the opportunities for carnal enjoyment were coming thick and fast.
She was becoming adjusted to her new self-image and, though it distressed her to some extent, she didn't really want to change.
After restoring her clothes and wiping some traces of cum off the edges of Mike's jeans before stuffing his soft peter back into his pants, Sally washed her hands and proceeded to bathe and bandage the patient's injured hand.
He obviously was a happy man when he got up to leave. He had received at the clinic a much fuller treatment than he had expected. His medical insurance had never paid off in such a grand way before.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It sure took you long enough to bandage that guy up," Dr. Marshall told Sally when she strolled into the lounge where he was sipping a cup of coffee, alone.
She had been to the bathroom and cleansed herself, which had added to the lapse of time. But she offered no explanation as she walked to the coffee maker, which was always plugged in, and poured herself a cup of steaming brew.
Ron eyed her beautiful ass in the starched white skirt which outlined her curves without clinging too blatantly. The ridges of her panty elastics were evident if one looked closely, as Ron was doing.
"You know one thing I like about you, baby," he said from his chair, speaking over the rim of his coffee cup. "You don't wear a girdle."
Sally turned to face him, holding her coffee. "My underwear is my own business, don't you think?"
He chuckled. "I'd like to make it my business, at least to the extent of taking it off."
"You're nasty," she said, but without animosity, as she lifted her cup of coffee to her lips.
"No kidding now . . . what happened in there with that patient? You were gone a hell of a long time."
"I bandaged the man's hand," Sally said defensively. "That was what you told me to do, wasn't it?"
"Right. But the son of a bitch was sure grinning when he walked out." Ron's eyes narrowed, and a foxy look came over his handsome features as he continued, "I'll bet you at least let him feel you up, didn't you?"
Sally resented Ron's attitude. It was one thing for her to admit to herself that she was sexually loose, but it was quite another to have such an implication flung at her by a man, particularly an intern who considered himself hot stuff.
Freshly sated as she was, Sally wasn't looking for more sex at the moment.
"I wish you would please keep your dirty ideas to yourself," she told Ron," adding, "They're not true, anyway."
"Oh, aren't they?" Ron's brown eyes twinkled. "You let me finger you, don't forget."
"I'm not going to stand here and listen to your filthy talk!" Sally chirped, and set down her un-consumed coffee, preparing to leave the room.
Ron leaped from his chair to grab her. Their bodies crashed together, and he spilled some coffee from his cup down the front of her uniform.
She caught herself just in time. Student nurses couldn't go around calling the interns names, even if they deserved it.
"No problem," Ron said, laughing as he held her against him while she fumed. "Just slip out of that uniform, and I'll get you a fresh one."
"Take it off right here while you're ogling me?" she asked.
"Why not? I've already seen your most private parts, don't forget."
There he was, throwing her indiscretions up at her again. That made her feel just too cheap.
"I'll change in the ladies' John," she said, and tried to pull away.
"The hell you will!" Ron's tone hardened. "I'm tired of having you high-hat me when you're just as human as I am. You proved that. Anyway I'm a doctor and you're just a student nurse. I can tell you to do anything I want. Now take that uniform off!"
Sally's lowly position at the clinic didn't entitle any doctor to make her strip in front of him, she well knew. But she also knew that Ron could make things rough for her if she antagonized him too much. And it wasn't as if she were a shy little virgin any more.
Though she glared her displeasure at the handsome young intern who confronted her, Sally undid the buttons on the front of her uniform.
"You do dress light," Ron said as he stared warmly at the inner slopes of her breasts, which were unencumbered by a brassiere.
Not bothering to reply, Sally brushed her white uniform off her shoulders. Her titties jounced free, quivering like exquisitely shaped molds of Jell-o.
This was Ron's first view of her naked tits, and his appreciation was evident, not only in his eyes but also at the front of his white trousers where a sizable hump was growing.
Sally tried not to look down at the evidence of his arousal. She didn't want to think about his prick, not after he had treated her so arrogantly and confronted her with her own cheapness.
He continued to watch in obvious delight as Sally pushed her uniform all the way down and stepped out of it. She was naked except for her brief bikini pants.
"Just two pieces of "clothing," Ron observed, grinning. "That's certainly the way to travel."
"I find it comfortable," Sally retorted, blushing a bit.
"And easy to take off," Ron added.
That was the last straw, Sally thought. Doctor or not, he couldn't get away with talking like that.
She swung her arm, intending to slap him stingingly across the face. But he caught her wrist in mid-flight and pulled her against him, making her boobies bounce. His arm wrapped themselves around her, one hand pressing her nylon-clad ass. Her breasts were mashed against him. His mouth sought hers.
Sally writhed, trying to avoid his kiss. But trapped as she was, that proved futile. As their mouths fused, she became distressingly aware of Ron's vigorous hard-on pressing her belly. Almost equally as stimulating was his hand massaging her soft, springy buttocks through her briefs. Her tongue came alive against his.
Their tongues dueled moistly. Ron thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth and churned it around. As he withdrew it, Sally's tongue gave chase. When her tongue was in his mouth, he sucked it. This gave her a new thrill. She was rapidly heating to fever pitch between her legs.
No! she thought. I mustn't let him screw me! Not HIM!
She jerked her mouth free and struggled in his arms, panting. Ron grasped one of her hobbling tits. He drove his mouth down onto it and sucked at the thrusting, firm nipple.
Wonderful sensations spread through her sucked breast and speeded to her brain.
Still Sally kept writhing. But this was beginning to have a very provocative effect on her, also, because her nearly bare belly kept rubbing the iron-hard bulge at the front of Ron's pants.
She imagined what his big, strong pecker would look like, sticking out and slanting upward. She could almost feel her hand encircling it. In view of what had happened just a short while ago, she could imagine her lips descending on his bald . knob . .
NO! she thought again, even more determinedly this time. I won't let him have the last laugh! I'm not that hard up for sex!
"Let go. of me, doctor!" she demanded, her voice shaking. "If you don't let go of me this instant, I'll scream! How would it look if somebody rushed in here and found you trying to rape me?"
Ron backed up. "Rape you? Did you actually say rape?"
"Yes, I did!" Sally stoutly maintained, her cheeks flaming.
"Why, you dirty tramp!"
Sally swung her hand at him again, and this time it connected. The sound was like a pistol shot as her palm struck Ron's cheek.
He recoiled, obviously in pain. He placed his hand against his face where she had struck him.
"All right!" he said angrily. "I sure as hell don't need you. You're not the only woman in my life."
"I'm not in your life," she vehemently pointed out.
"And I don't want you to be."
He snatched up the uniform she had discarded. "I'll take this to the laundry," he said. "You can go get yourself another one."
As he turned toward the door, carrying her uniform, Sally protested, "But you can't leave me here like this! I'm almost naked. I can't go and get another uniform this way."
"Why not?" Ron angrily retorted. "I'm sure you won't mind parading your bare tits down the hall."
With that he was gone, leaving the young nurse fuming.
Maidenly modesty was not Sally's problem. But the clinic placed certain restrictions on the conduct of its staff, precluding such things as indecent exposure. Worse yet, Ron seemed to have gotten the better of her after all, and that bugged Sally.
She had no choice, however, but to venture into the hall, clad in just her panties. If she remained where she was, someone surely would walk in, and then she would have a lot of explaining to do.
"Ron, you mother-fucker!" she said out loud, using the phrase for the first time in her life.
Her cheeks red with anger as well as embarrassment, Sally strode to the door. She opened it and peeked out. The corridor was deserted. Taking a deep breath, she dashed into the hall.
Her titties bobbed riotously as she ran toward the nurse's supply room. She was but a few strides from the door when around a bend in the hallway came Sam, the orderly who had screwed her the night before. He stopped and stared. A big grin spread across his fleshy face.
It could have been worse, Sally thought as she hurried on. Dr. Pollard, the night resident, might have been the one to catch her.
Sam rushed forward as she grasped the knob of the supply room door. She couldn't open it because he was pressing against her.
"Get out of the way!" she breathed urgently.
Sam stepped back far enough to let her enter the supply room. Then he followed and shut the door behind him. They were alone.
"Mind telling me why you're running around the clinic like that?" he asked, amused as well as stimulated by her near-nudity.
"It's none of your business," Sally snapped. "Now get out!"
"Oh, no." Sam moved up to her. "We're gonna have some fun, like last night."
"I don't feel like it now," Sally said. At the moment, she was angry at all the men in the world.
"Well, I feel like it," Sam told her. "And I'll make you feel like it if you'll give me a minute."
Holding her around her bare waist, he drew her firmly against him, arching her back. Her breasts bobbled. Sam drove his mouth against one of them, sucking the nipple which was still slightly moist from Ron's lips and tongue.
There seemed no way out for her, Sally decided. It looked as if she was going to have to give in to someone, and Sam at least was better than Ron. Not that he was more handsome or had more sex appeal, which he didn't, but he at least didn't have Ron's insufferable sense of superiority. Sam was just an ordinary crude guy who was always on the lookout for a piece of ass, as men called it.
Sally relaxed against him. "Well, let's get it over with fast," she said.
"Baby, nothing could please me more," Sam replied, coming up from her breast for air.
He grasped her at the middle and boosted her onto a long table which was used for sorting uniforms and other supplies. Her legs dangled over the edge. Sam grasped her panties at the top and stripped them out from under her butt and off. He pushed her thighs wide apart.
"Christ, but you've got a pretty cunt!" he said, and knelt in front of it.
Sitting as she was, the outer lips of her pussy were slightly parted. Moist pinkness showed between the hair-covered folds.
Having Sam stare at her that way close up, and feeling cool air in her split, stimulated Sally. She began to hope he might do something which the patient last night had started but hadn't really carried through.
Sally had listened to other girls talking about the thrill of being eaten by a man, and she had secretly longed to have some guy do it to her.
Really do it, getting his tongue right in there and licking her hot clit while he sucked and chewed at her love lips. For that reason, she didn't object to Sam's squatting position between her thighs. She didn't say or do a thing, but just waited expectantly.
Sam inserted his thumbs in her pussy and spread the outer flaps of flesh wide apart, exposing their pink inner sides. He stared at her hooded clitty and at the tight little oval which it guarded like a sentinel. He chuckled.
Then he disappointed Sally by standing up and zipping open the front of his pants.
"What's the matter?" she blurted. "Didn't you like the looks of it?"
"Sure, honey, it looked just fine," he said, whipping out his prick. Reading her expression, he added, "What's the matter-did you think I was going to eat it?"
"Well . . . ?"
Sam laughed again. "Not me! I'm no goddamned cunt-lapper! There's only one thing to do with a twat, as far as I'm concerned, and that's to stick this monster into it." He waved his stiffening, smallish dick.
Monster! Sally thought derisively. Doesn't he know how small he is, compared to some guys?
But she didn't say anything, because she didn't care to complicate her situation further. Another nurse might walk in on them at any moment, so all Sally wanted was to get fucked and get out, as quickly as possible.
Sam obliged.
He moved up to her and rubbed the knob of his cock against her soft pussy. Sally's excitement quickened. All she had to do was feel a prick-in her hand, on her cunt, or . . . yes, in her mouth-and she was instantly turned on. Only a vigorous fucking could turn her off.
She twisted her ass on the table, causing her pussy to pucker and entrap the stiff rod which was directed against it. She swallowed Sam's little tool all the way to its base. His zippered fly scratched the sensitive rim of her vagina.
"Don't you want to drop your pants?" she suggested. "You might get them mussed."
"I guess I'd better," Sam agreed, holding his cock still inside her. "You're juicy enough to splash."
It was true, Sally realized. She could feel her glands secreting madly all around Sam's embedded prick. And she had been secreting with Ron as well. It seemed that she was walking around with wet pants most of the time lately.
Sam unfastened his belt and the top snap on his trousers. They dropped to the floor. He left his jockey briefs on, with his prick sticking out through their soft fly.
He and Sally began to screw.
She found to her surprise that sitting on the edge of the table while a man stood up and gave it to her was a remarkably pleasant way to go. Not only was it comfortable, permitting her to writhe with ease, but the posture also squeezed her channel to an even smaller diameter than usual, thereby making for more friction. And the angle of the prick's penetration brought it smack against her sensitive clitty, which was pressing down atop it. Also, the man when standing up had complete freedom of motion. He could rotate his hips and drive in and out at the same time.
Sam took full advantage of the possibilities, and his little pecker felt like twice its size as he stirred Sally's compressed pussy with it. The bulging cockhead was indeed like a trapped monster, thrashing around inside her. The shaft was like a fiddle bow sawing across the strings of her passion.
"Oooh, WOW!" she exclaimed, going ape atop the table. Her titties jiggled merrily as she squirmed about.
Sam filled his big hands with the luscious mounds. He stretched one up to his lips as he pulled on the other. And all the while he kept stirring Sally's cunt as it had never been stirred before.
After a couple of minutes, she didn't care if the whole nursing staff came in to watch, along with all the doctors, too.
The intense stimulation of Sam's rotating thrusts got so good that Sally lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle. She clutched his beefy shoulders, digging her fingernails into him through his shirt, and swung her body wildly, wiggling from head to hips. Her gyrations were so erratic that her tits kept flopping in and out of his mouth. He would just get to sucking good on one of them when it would bounce away and the other nipple would pop between his hungry lips.
"Ooh, your cock feels just super!" the young nurse exclaimed.
She'd gotten so she dearly enjoyed using dirty words, especially when sex was in progress.
"My pussy just loves it!" she cried.
Hearing these sexy phrases pour from her sweet lips made Sam fuck all the harder. The table shook beneath Sally. With each thrust of Sam's cock, love-juice sprayed out of her twat to moisten his shorts and dribble onto the floor..
"Get it. . . GET it!" Sally cried, jamming her hot cunt against him.
Sam wrapped his bear-like arms around her and set his hips into a power drill action.
Her cunt grabbed the orderly's twitching penis, grabbed again, and he spurted, giving a hearty groan. He hosed Sally's insides with his gushing cum.
She jerked and quivered, feeling blast after blast of hot ecstasy slam through her. Then there followed a glorious wave of relaxation as she slumped against Sam, hanging onto him around the neck. His cock was turning soft inside her.
"Ooh shit, baby," he sighed. "You really know how to screw!"
"So do you, Sam," she admitted, and kissed him on the mouth. It hadnt' been bad running into him at all.
CHAPTER SIX
The next night when Sally arrived for work, Mike Preston was waiting in the reception room. He eyed her as she entered, letting his gaze sweep from the bulge of her titties to her bare legs which flashed below her white skirt.
The inspection quickly completed, he gave a little nod, his eyes twinkling. Sally smiled at him. He was, after all, a likeable fellow.
"Oh, Sal," the nurse behind the reception desk said, "Dr. Marshall wants to see you."
"Sure," Sally replied, and proceeded down the corridor toward the interns' room, her sensuous hips twisting in a slow, tantalizing way that could drive a man wild.
She found Ron alone, stretched out on a couch. He didn't smile at her.
"Did you see that guy in the reception room?" he asked without so much as a greeting.
"Yes."
"You bandaged his hand last night, remember? Well, he's back for more of the same. He won't let anyone else look at it, including me."
"Oh," Sally said, and shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
"Still not wearing a bra I see," Ron commented as he watched her titties tremble.
"Whether I wear a bra or not is my own business, isn't it, doctor?"
"Well, yes and no. There is a dress code around here, though I'll admit we don't enforce it much. It calls for modest attire, including white cotton stockings. You fail on that point, too."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Sally snapped. "There isn't a nurse here who wears cotton stockings."
"Granted. But the others wear stockings of some kind."
"I don't think I need them," Sally said. "My legs are smooth and not repulsive looking."
"Baby, there's nothing about you that's repulsive, except your smart mouth and high-toned ways, which don't exactly match your conduct That's the trouble. Your legs look good enough to eat. And as for your titties jiggling around, you're apt to give a man a hard-on just from looking at them."
"Well, don't look if you don't like it," Sally replied pertly, and turned to leave.
Ron eyed her. "Some day I'm going to spank that saucy ass of yours."
"Do you want me to take care of Mr. Preston?" Sally asked coldly over her shoulder.
Ron was still ogling her buttocks. "Yeah. Take care of him."
Sally walked out.
It disturbed her a bit to have Mike insist on seeing nobody but her. That had added to Ron's suspicions. Sally decided that she would have to be very proper in her treatment of Mike that night, in case Ron took it into his head to walk in on them.
"Mr. Preston?" she said with a smile as she arrived at the reception room doorway. "Would you come with me, please?"
"It'll be a pleasure," Mike replied. He got up and followed her to an examination room.
Sally stood aside while he entered, then closed the door behind them.
Mike faced her, grinning. "My hand's all right," he admitted. "But the rest of me needs some attention. One part, in particular."
Sally didn't know what to say.
The tallish, angular man boldly unzipped his pants.
"Mike!" Sally exclaimed. "No! Somebody might walk in."
"You weren't worried about that last night,"
Mike said as he took out his cock. It was soft and looked quite harmless.
Cute was the way Sally would have described his sexual tool. But she didn't want to have anything to do with it right then.
"You shouldn't have come here if your hand didn't need treatment," Sally said. "Now put your pecker away." She got a little thrill when she heard herself utter that word.
"Not until you give it the treatment it needs," Mike said, his eyes gleaming wisely. "Come on, I know you dig it as much as I do. And that's nothing but great."
"A doctor might come in," Sally replied, her resolution wavering as she gazed at Mike's cock.
"Then lock the door."
"No! It would be just as bad if somebody tried the knob and couldn't get in."
"Speaking of knobs ..'." Mike said, and fondled his dick. It lengthened some, and the glans swelled.
He was brash, Sally decided, but not offensive like Ron. Mike didn't seem to be putting her down. He was just outspoken about things, the way she usually liked people to be.
"If I do it just a little bit, will you go?" Sally asked.
"I'll go when you ask me to," Mike promised. That seemed fair.
Sally approached him and got down on her knees.
"Oh, baby, you sure turn me on!" Mike declared. His sexual wand was proving that by the way it stiffened up, even before she touched it.
Sally became very excited as she took hold of his prick between her thumb and fingers. She parted her lips and wrapped them around the mauve-pink crown.
"Uh!" Mike exclaimed, and a happy jolt rocked him. He shoved his cock deeper into her mouth.
Sally began to suck.
The salty sweet tang of Mike's, prick washed over her tongue and filled her nostrils with its stimulating scent. She bobbed her head eagerly, enjoying the feel of Mike's cockhead rubbing her tongue and the thickness of his shaft, made slippery by her saliva, stroking in and out between her stretched lips.
Sally tilted her head from side to side, which had the effect of rotating her mouth on Mike's pecker while she sucked it. Her saliva was gushing so profusely that it seeped out between his pumping shaft and her lips, and the viscous fluid dribbled down her chin.
Mike was in paradise as he rocked on the balls of his feet, gently fucking the young nurse's mouth as she gave head with loving care. She swallowed the clear fluid that oozed from his dick. Her nostrils were flared as she breathed in the heady aroma of his wet cock.
It was so good, Sally thought. Nothing in the world, except getting screwed, was any better. She didn't want to stop. She had given up all thought of somebody entering the room. As far as she was concerned at that moment, Mike and she were alone in the world. The door opened.
Mike didn't see it, because his eyes were closed in rapture as he rhythmically stroked his cock between Sally's soft lips. She didn't see it, either, because she was facing away, her profile turned toward the door. Anyway, her eyes were glazed by passion and might as well have been closed.
Ron stood in the doorway, staring at the fellatio. It was thrilling to see Sally on her knees in front of the slender man, both of them fully clothed except for his prick sticking out through the fry of his blue jeans, and to watch her o-like pink lips pumping forward and back on his shaft while saliva drooled down her chin.
Ron's penis twitched in his pants.
He envied the patient who was getting this attention from Sally, after she had refused to have anything to do with him. Anger overcame him.
The girl's conduct was disgusting, he decided. It was harmful to the clinic. It brought the whole medical profession into disrepute.
Determined to put a stop to the scandalous behavior, Ron withdrew from the room.
By that time, Sally was pumping her mouth very rapidly up and down on Mike's spit-slick rod. Her soft lips skidded repeatedly across the sensitive ridge of his corona. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his dick.
"Aah . . . ooh, God!" Mike was panting as he fucked the girl's mouth.
His balls had pulled up and were churning with lust. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Sally was wriggling her hips, while she knelt, which had the effect of rubbing her super-stiff clit between the greased surfaces of her pussy lips. This, combined with the feel of Mike's big cock stroking in and out of her mouth and the smell and taste of the luscious thing, was rapidly bringing her to orgasm-without Mike having touched her between the legs at all.
She wasn't thinking about being fucked in the conventional way. She only wanted to continue what she was doing, for as long as possible.
Her blonde-streaked hair became tousled, falling partially in front of her eyes, as she bobbed her head rapidly. But somehow her nurse's hat remained cocked on top of it. Her titties shook in her uniform, the stiff nipples scraping against the starched cloth.
Mike gasped.
Sally felt his cock jerk in her mouth as she kept pumping her lips back and forth across his coronal ridge. She sucked wildly.
"AAAAAH!" Mike bellowed, and his whole body heaved. He jammed his prick to the back of Sally's tongue.
The thing exploded, splashing warm cream into her throat. She gulped and gurgled, being forced to swallow quickly. Her eyes watered. But she kept sucking, grasping Mike's twitching prick in her hand to hold the thing steady as it spurted again and again.
Sally climaxed gloriously while she gulped his gushing cream. Moisture oozed from her quaking cunt to seep through the thin screen of her panties and dribble down her thighs. She kept bobbing her mouth on Mike's spitting cock, making sounds like, "Ghaah . . . ghaaah . . . ghaaahhngh . . ."
Sally took all the sexual fluid which the man had to give, then let his softening prick flop from her mouth and down across her wet chin. She looked up at him, her glazed eyes revealing her satisfaction.
Mike drew her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her as he pressed his open mouth to hers. They kissed deeply.
Sally felt surprisingly fulfilled, even though she had not taken Mike between her legs.
Finally she drew back. She felt limp and still a little dizzy. Smiling, Mike used a finger to wipe the saliva, mixed with traces of semen, from her chin. She seized his hand and drew his finger to her mouth. She sucked it clean.
"Sure you don't want me to put a new bandage on your other hand?" she asked.
"I don't think it needs it," he said, "but if you want to .. ."
"Maybe it would look better if I did."
She had him sit down, and she sat on a stool in front of him. He tenderly caressed her bare thighs while she removed the old bandage, redressed his healing wound, and bandaged it again. She kissed the bandage after she had finished applying it.
Mike drew her to her feet and again kissed her on the mouth.
After he left, Sally spent some time straightening up the examination room, then returned to the front desk of the clinic. Two male patients were seated in the waiting room, and they both eyed the pretty blonde nurse. One lifted her skirt in his imagination while the other, having different inclinations, mentally lowered the top of her uniform to better admire the shapely mounds which quivered enticingly.
"Dr. Pollard wants to see you in his office," the brunette behind the reception desk told Sally.
"Oh?" Sally blinked her pretty brown eyes. "What about?"
The brunette shrugged, wobbling her melons which were even larger than Sally's tits, but not as shapely.
Sally turned toward the night resident's office, wondering why Dr. Pollard had summoned her. He hadn't talked with her since her first night at the clinic.
Maybe he wants to compliment me on my work, she thought.
But a little voice inside her warned that the reason for the summons might be less pleasant. She had nothing tangible on which to base the feeling, other than a general sense of guilt over some of the things she had done during the last few nights.
As she walked to Dr. Pollard's door, the men in the waiting room mentally stripped her pert ass. When she stood before Pollard's door and rapped, the motion of her arm caused her buttocks to shimmy.
"Come in," a firm, masculine voice responded from inside the room.
Sally opened the door and entered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Albert Pollard was tall, bespectacled, and had black hair. He was in his middle thirties.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Sally asked as she hesitated just inside the door.
"Yes, Miss Banner." The night resident didn't smile. "Will you be seated, please?"
Sally took the chair beside Pollard's desk. She didn't cross her bare legs, but kept them primly pressed together.
Behind his modish glasses, the doctor's keen eyes moved over her, taking in the creamy skin of her calves and knees, the warm roundness of her hips, her trim waist, the bulge of her breasts, and finally her pretty face which regarded him inquisitively.
"I have received a very disconcerting report about you," he began.
Sally felt a little catch in her throat, but she managed not to let her apprehension show. "What do you mean, sir?"
"It has to do with your conduct toward a patient-that man you were treating a few minutes ago."
Sally's nervousness became evident. She squirmed in her chair, her soft bottom twisting against the wood. Guilt flashed in her eyes.
"Obviously you know what I'm talking about," Pollard said.
"I'm not sure I . . ."
What Sally wasn't sure of was how much the doctor knew. She didn't see how he possibly could have knowledge of exactly what had happened in the examination room, since she and the patient had been alone.
"Oh come now, Miss Banner," the doctor chided. "I received a very explicit report."
Sally colored. "From whom?"
"Never mind that. The important thing is the way you were carrying on."
Pollard was staring fixedly at her. However, his manner, while firm, wasn't as reproving as she might have expected.
Pollard's eyes twinkled behind his glasses. "Won't it?"
Sally stared at him. Her pink lips parted, and the lower one quivered.
"Miss Banner, do you enjoy fellatio?"
The ceiling might as well have tumbled in on Sally.
Pollard chuckled. "You needn't look so dismayed. It's not altogether unusual for a girl to delight in such conduct. The urge to suck is not, after all, exclusively masculine in nature. Females as well as males acquire it when they are very young, at their mothers' breasts. Men express it in later life by an attraction to the breasts of young women; since men don't have breasts, girls with a similar urge are attracted to the penis."
Sally could have died. Having her indiscretion spread out and dissected in this fashion was extremely embarrassing, even though Dr. Pollard indicated an understanding of it.
He went on, "The only problem, in your case, is in the direction that you have chosen to express your urge. We really can't have our patients leaving here to tell their friends they had their cocks sucked by one of our nurses-now, can we?"
"I ... I suppose not, Dr. Pollard," Sally said shamefully.
He reached out and took her hand.
"Now, if you wish to indulge your desire here in the clinic," the night resident continued, his tone becoming warm and very gentle, "there is a much better way to do it-a way that will cause you, and the clinic, no embarrassment whatever."
The doctor rose from his chair to stand in front of her. Sally stared at his pants, which were distended.
No! she thought. Oh God, NO!
Pollard moved closer to her, parting his legs to straddle her knees.
"Go ahead, Miss Banner," he urged in a seductive tone. "You are entirely safe now. What happens will not be reported outside this room."
In a way, Sally was relieved that she wasn't being fired, which would have all but destroyed her fledgling career as a nurse. Also, she was grateful for Dr. Pollard's understanding of her "problem", if that was what it was. But to engage in fellatio with him, her boss, right there in his office, and at his direction-that was a bit much.
Still, how could she avoid it?
And did she really want to avoid it?
She trembled as she reached for the zipper on his fly.
"That's the way, Miss Banner," the physician crooned. "Take out what you want and play with it."
Sally had never felt so ashamed. But she was becoming highly stimulated at the same time. The stimulation quickly took command, and by the time she had lifted out Dr. Pollard's prick, which was a handsome one and already semi-erect-she could think of nothing else.
"Stroke it a bit," the doctor directed, his voice husking up.
Sally stroked his rubbery cock. The rubber quickly left it to be replaced by steel-except for the head, which remained somewhat pliant. The organ was very clean, giving forth hardly any scent. However, Sally's sensitive nostrils detected just enough teasing aroma to enhance her turn-on. Her mouth began watering. Her nostrils flared.
"Now bend down and lick it a little," the doctor said. "Don't take it into your mouth just yet. I like it to be licked all over."
Yes! Sally thought. Lick it! That's what I want to do! I want to get the full taste of it and feel the hardness against my tongue.
She bent forward. Looking down, Pollard could see only the top of her blonde-streaked hair, where her cute little nurse's cap perched. But he felt the contact delightfully as Sally's moist, velvety tongue began gliding along his shaft and up and over the head.
He breathed raggedly and tensed himself. His prick quivered. Sally's wonderful tongue moved flutteringly all over his cockhead, then down the top of his shaft as the head bumped her chin.
"Take out my balls!" he begged passionately.
The young nurse reached into his trousers and scooped out the velvet-wrapped nuggets so that they hung in front of his fly. She licked around the base of his pecker and, without being told, sent her tongue swabbing down the front of his scrotum.
Pollard gasped. His entire body went rigid.
Sally's tongue strokes caused his balls to wobble. As she licked lower, she got her nose down on the sac, his prick pressing upward against her face. Her nostrils detected a subtle scent of perspiration on his balls, which mingled with the musky aroma of his spit-moistened cock. Sally enjoyed both smells. She pressed her nose firmly into his soft nuts and licked underneath them.
The doctor was panting. His hands clutched the side of Sally's head and her shoulder.
As she continued licking his balls, she felt them draw upward and his scrotum contract. The sac became firm and wrinkled. Sally had picked up a hair between her lips, and she straightened to dislodge it with a finger. She looked up at the doctor.
"Suck me!" he demanded, grasping her at both sides of the head. As he pulled her close, his aroused prick leaped with excitement, slapping moistly against her cheek.
Sally, herself nearly as aroused, emitted a little cry and grasped the stalwart cock which was firm and straight as a tree branch. She ran her parted lips up its side to the head, then opened her mouth fully and fitted her lips onto the knoblike end. She tilted her head to the side as she began sucking, and pumping her mouth on the doctor's cock, giving him an unobstructed view of the linkage.
"Oh, Christ!" he exclaimed.
He moved his hips rhythmically, stroking his rigid member between the girl's pink, o-shaped lips. Her sucking burned his urethra, and her gliding lips stropped the sensitive ridge of his glans. She clutched his contracted balls and kneaded them. He was enraptured.
Sally also was thrilled by the turn of events. There she was sucking her boss, the most important person on the clinic's night shift-and a handsome, well-endowed man at that. His cock pleased her immensely as it glided between her lips, stretching them. Her tongue fluttered about the plunging head, licking the bland fluid he was exuding. Sally gulped this down. She enjoyed sucking on Dr. Pollard's big, spongy glans. She enjoyed holding his warm, hairy balls. She seemed to possess him completely, even more so than if she'd had him between her legs.
Suddenly Pollard croaked, "Stop! Let me fuck you!"
Sally felt sorry to have the blissful fellatio interrupted. But she couldn't deny that she needed a fucking by that time.
She glided her mouth backward to the end of the doctor's dick and released the bulging head with an audible "Pop!" His wet wand leaped free, twitching wildly. He thought for a moment that he was going to shoot, but he managed to maintain control as he helped Sally to her feet.
"Get out of your clothes!" he commanded hoarsely, and he began to pull at his own garments.
He watched while Sally took off her little white cap and placed it on a chair. Her cheeks were rosy with excitement. Her pink lips were moist and slack.
She unbuttoned the front of her uniform, and her bare tits bobbled into view. Pollard couldn't remember ever having seen a more beautiful pair of boobs. They beat his wife's drooping breasts all hollow.
Sally's tits jiggled temptingly as she stepped out of her dress. She wore little white briefs with pale pink flowers printed on them.
Pollard, his smock off, was kicking out of his trousers. His stiff prick waved to and fro. Sally watched him as intently as he was watching her and with as much evident pleasure.
"Let me take your pants off," he said, and rushed to her, dropping onto his knees on the carpeted floor.
Holding the excited girl by the buttocks, he drew her against his face. While kneading the firm, spongy cheeks of her bottom through her silken briefs, he kissed her exposed belly button, then licked along the elastic band at the top of her bikini pants.
He slid one hand to her front and used a finger to hook the elastic away from her tummy. Sally ruffled his black hair as he drew her panties low at the front. He kissed into her erotically scented bush. His tongue stroked through the tangle, plastering her hairs against her skin.
"Ooh, doctor . . . doctor . . ." she panted.
He shucked her panties down to her knees and kissed onto her puffy slit. His head was twisting at her crotch, his lips slurping nosily. His moist tongue struck between her warm thighs, licking along the enticing cleft of her womanhood.
"Sit down on the couch," he panted, raising his head.
Sally backed up to the leather sofa which was against the wall. She sat, getting a pleasant shock when her bare bottom came to rest on the smooth, cold surface. Scrambling forward ludicrously on his knees, his shirt tails flapping at each side of his stiffly uplifted prick, the doctor moved up in front of her. He pulled her panties off her legs and dropped the small garment on the floor. He pushed Sally's knees wide apart. Her pussy was a thing of exquisite beauty in its clump of brownish blonde hair, the outer lips parted slightly to reveal how wet and pink she was inside.
The doctor pressed his mouth into the delightful cleft, and Sally gasped. She thrilled as she felt and heard him sucking. Then his tongue struck at the tingling center of her sex.
It was a new and wonderful sensation to feel a man's tongue gliding over her erect little clit, pushing the hood back and tickling the naked tip of the extremely sensitive organ. Sally panted and moaned. She ruffled Pollard's hair until" it stood on end. She nearly knocked his glasses off his nose, but that didn't discourage him from licking all the more fervently. The tip of his tongue beat a thrilling tattoo against her exposed clit-head, then glided down and into her spasming hole. Sally's cuntal muscles grasped his tongue as if it were a prick. The doctor tongue-fucked her passionately, grinding his lips against her wet, spread labia and his nose in her pubic bush. His hands were clutching and wiggling her soft ass-cheeks. A fingertip explored her hot anus.
Just when Sally felt sure she was going to come, Pollard let go of her and raised his head. His eyes were glassy with lust, and his lips were wet with her cuntal juice.
"Swing around on the couch!" he demanded. "On your hands and knees. Stick your ass in the air!"
Sally had never thought of having sex that way. But she didn't much care how she got it as long as she got it quickly.
She complied with Pollard's request as he got to his feet. He stared at her lovely, curved buttocks.
"Get your chest low," he said. "Press your tits against the couch."
Sally did so, and the leather felt cold to her nipples.
Pollard moved her knees apart and knelt behind her. He stared at the inviting sight of her upturned bottom, its rounded cheeks split apart to reveal the tiny puckered indentation of her asshole, with her hair-fringed pussy wet and open underneath. The lips had become so puffy that they couldn't stay closed. The little oval where he had inserted his tongue seemed to be pleading for the thrust of his prick.
He quickly accepted the invitation, grasping his rod in his hand and moving closer. He swabbed his moist tool between the cheeks of Sally's bottom, across her tingling anus, then skidded it into the mouth of her cunt. He pushed, and her warm moistness claimed him.
God, she was tight, he thought.
He pushed farther, gliding his iron-hard prick all the way into her narrow channel. His firm, wrinkled balls pressed her clitty, and this gave the girl an added thrill.
Pollard rotated his hips, stirring his long pole inside her.
"Ooh, doctor, that's so luscious!" she exclaimed. "I just love your big cock!"
"And I love your hot little cunt!" he panted. "Shit, it's so tight!"
Sally began to writhe, circling her hole around his embedded shaft. He could feel her cuntal muscles rippling. This was a hundred times better than screwing his wife, who felt like a bucket of lard when he pushed his prick into her. Sally's twat was like a velvet-smooth Mixmaster. It seemed to be pulling on his cock while circling and squeezing it.
He slapped his hands against her smooth buttocks and grasped hold. He helped to move her in just the right way as he commenced straight in-and-out strokes.
"Oooh, WOW!" Sally exclaimed. That was her favorite expression when getting screwed. "Give it to me, doctor! Drive it innnnn!"
Pollard fucked her vigorously. His belly patted against her plump buttocks. His prick made a moist sound as it pumped. The skidding of his cockhead up and down her narrow quim provided powerful stimulation to them both.
The doctor lay fully forward, over her back, and ran his hands underneath her to clutch her firm titties. He wiggled those pliant mounds and fingered the nipples.
Sally was panting and heaving beneath him, driving her pussy up and backward for all she was worth. Each thrust of the doctor's big, stiff prick gave her intense delight.
"Don't stop!" she begged. "Fuck me all . . . night . . . long!"
Pollard wished he could do just that, but the intense stimulation he had gotten from her mouth and by eating her pussy earlier had so inflamed his balls that he didn't have the staying power he desired.
He felt his climax approaching, and he pounded Sally's bottom furiously, making his happy prick dance in her clutching quim.
She lurched spastically, and her cunt grasped Pollard's plunging cock like a hot little fist. Her finger-like muscles rippled along his rod.
He gasped. He seemed to be strangling. His eyes rolled back.
"Oooh, SHIT!" he exclaimed, and he spewed his warm cream into her.
The spurts kept coming as Sally rapturously moaned and heaved, her cunt spasming wildly around his twitching dick. He couldn't seem to stop, and neither could she. Their mutual climax lifted them to the stars and held them there, apart from the world in a realm of pure sensation where they felt triumphant and totally free.
Finally they were released to float lazily back to earth.
Pollard lay atop Sally. His softened penis had slipped out of her snatch and lay moistly wedged between her soft buttocks. He still had hold of her breasts, his hands trapped between the springy flesh and the couch. He was kissing her around the neck and ears.
"Now wasn't that better than fooling around with a patient?" Pollard breathed.
"It was wonderful, doctor," Sally contentedly purred.
"Please. Call me Bert, won't you?" Sally giggled.
It seemed that she needn't be afraid of any problems at the clinic any more.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Still with us?" Ron asked Sally with evident surprise when she returned to duty.
She glared at him. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
The young intern seemed puzzled. "Pollard talked to you, didn't he?"
He did more than that, Sally wanted to say. I sucked him, and then we fucked gloriously! I'm his favorite nurse now.
But she merely replied, "He talked to me--thanks to you, I suppose."
"Sure, I'm the one who told him what you were doing with that patient. We can't have that crap going on in the clinic."
"But it's all right having other crap going on, isn't it?" Sally retorted bitterly. "Like you sticking your finger in me and making me undress in front of you, then making me run down the hall nearly naked."
"We're both members of the staff," Ron said. "Cocksucking a patient is something else."
Sally wanted to slap him, but that had gotten her nothing when she had tried it before. Anyway, Ron had only spoken the truth, though in a crude way. The truth about herself didn't bother her much any more.
"If you'll kindly quit bothering me, Dr. Marshall," she said icily, "I'll get back to work."
"Do you really mean to tell me Pollard's going to let you stay on?"
"Ask him," Sally sniffed.
She turned and saucily switched her bottom down the hall, leaving the intern to stare after her in anger and frustration.
Sally still didn't understand how Ron had found out what she did with Mike, but he must somehow have spied on them while they were doing it. That didn't bother her now that Dr. Pollard was on her side.
And was he ever!
Sally smiled to herself as she went about her duties.
When her shift ended and she was leaving the clinic, she found Ron waiting for her in his car out front.
"Get in and I'll give you a lift," he called.
Sally's first impulse was to tilt her nose in the air and walk on. But she decided that would be foolish. Why not accept a comfortable ride to her apartment rather than waiting for a crowded, smelly bus which would take twice as long?
She walked over to Ron's low-slung sports car and got in. He switched on the stereo which seemed to envelop them in soft, sensuous sound as he guided the car into traffic.
He tossed her a grin. "I don't know how we happened to get off on the wrong foot with each other," he said, "but I'm sorry. Can't we be friends?"
Surprised, Sally studied him. "We got off on the wrong foot because you treated me like a thing instead of like a person."
"I treated you like a sex object, you mean?"
"That's right. And then you tried to get me fired. I'm not forgetting that, either."
"Well, I apologized. Won't you give me another chance?"
He reached over and patted her bare knee.
Sally brushed his hand away. "Another chance to what?" she demanded.
"Oh, shit! I won't deny that I want to make out with you."
"Well, maybe I don't want to make out with you. Did you ever consider that?"
"Why not?" Ron asked. "Am I so ugly?"
"Inside, yes!"
Ron's cocky expression turned glum, and he stared through the windshield at the early-morning street.
Sally stole a sideward glance at the handsome intern. Maybe I've been too hard on him, she thought. The only reason he reported me to Pollard was that his pride was hurt.
But I'm not going to have him taking me for granted. If we do make out, it will be on my terms. I have some pride, too.
"What do you do when you get home in the mornings?" Ron asked. "Go right to sleep?"
"Sometimes," Sally replied. "Sometimes I goof around for awhile."
Ron hazarded another grin. "Ever need any help, uh, goofing around?"
Sally permitted herself to smile faintly. "Some help might come in handy."
"May I nominate myself?" Ron sheepishly asked.
This was more like it, Sally thought. The hotshot was showing some humility, and he didn't seem at all bad that way.
"You may stop in for a little while if you want to," Sally said.
Ron looked as if she had just made his day.
Sally showed him where to park in back of her apartment building. They entered from the rear, thereby being less conspicuous. She unlocked the door of her apartment and stepped aside to let Ron enter first.
She was embarrassed when he almost got slapped in the face by a pair of panties. She had forgotten that she'd strung her under things up to dry the night before.
"Oh, let me get rid of these," she said quickly, and snatched the improvised clothesline.
Ron grasped the pink pants which he had nearly run into.
"I'll just keep these as a little souvenir, huh?" he said, stuffing the panties into his pocket.
"A souvenir of what?" Sally demanded, her cheeks reddening with anger as she held the twisted clothesline against her.
Ron bumbled, "Well, I . . . just naturally figured . . ."
"That's just your trouble," Sally snapped. "You take girls for granted."
"Okay . . . okay! Sorry." It was evident that Ron was tired of apologizing.
"Let me put this stuff away and I'll get some coffee going," Sally said, opening a bureau drawer and tossing lingerie and clothesline inside.
Ron was glancing about the cluttered but not dirty room. "This is your living room and bedroom both, huh?"
"Yes. The bed's there." Sally indicated the sofa. She turned toward the kitchen.
"Don't bother with coffee on my account," Ron said. "I was slurping the stuff all night." He quickly added, "But make some for yourself if you want it."
"No," Sally said, and sat down on the couch.
"I don't usually have any before I go to bed."
Ron quickly lit beside her. "I'd sure like to go to bed with you," he said earnestly.
There was something boyish about him at that moment, Sally thought. It couldn't help but appeal to her.
"Let me think about it a little, hmmm?" she said. Ron grinned.
Then suddenly his resistance gave out, and he was all over her, pushing her against the back of the sofa and pressing his insistent lips to hers. Sally didn't have a chance to struggle. She let her lips part, admitting his hot tongue.
She raised one knee a little, and Ron placed his hand behind it, underneath. He twisted her toward him on the cushion and ran his hand up the back of her bare thigh. Before Sally knew what was happening, he was fondling one of her buttocks through her thin, silky pants.
His tongue was still churning in her mouth.
Her heartbeat accelerated. Her nipples spiked up. Moisture crept along the lips of her pussy, which was jammed snugly between her thighs as she sat on one hip and Ron toyed with the other.
The pattern of surrender was developing in a way which had become familiar to her in the last few days. Ordinarily it wasn't at all bad, but with Ron things had to be different. She had vowed that.
Just as he was hooking his fingers around the elastic top of her panties, preparing to pull them off, Sally squirmed free of his embrace and pushed him back.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he grinned in confusion. "I thought we were getting along fine."
"I know that's what you thought," Sally retorted. "But you were taking me for granted again."
"Well, for Christ's sake!" the young intern snapped. "What do you want me to do-ask, 'May I please fuck you?'
"I don't want to even talk about fucking," Sally said, enjoying her use of the word. "At least not for awhile."
"You mean, you'll let me fuck you later?" Ron asked, happy to latch onto even a future commitment at that stage.
"Maybe. That is, if you're a good boy first." Sally's brown eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
Sally thought quickly. There was a wide range of possibilities which had occurred to her in idle moments when she had mused about having a man under her domination. She wasn't sure whether all girls entertained such fantasies or not, but the thoughts had been a recurring experience for her. She had never really planned to put them into effect; however, the present opportunity seemed too good to let pass.
Grinning impishly, she hopped to her feet. Her shapely tits bobbed in her dress.
"First, I want you to sit right there," she said, "and don't move. If you try to grab me before
I give you permission, that will be the end of it-understand?"
"Yeah," Ron said a bit puzzled. "I guess so."
"Now, I'm going to get undressed," Sally announced.
That pleased Ron, and he wasn't inclined to object to anything. He sat back with a smile of anticipation while Sally removed her dress and posed in her silk scan ties. She proudly turned this way and that, exhibiting her body from various angles. Her full breasts jutted ripely, her pink nipples erect. The mounds quivered delectably as she moved. Her thighs tapered to mouth-watering fullness where they were encircled by the elastics of her bikini pants. When she turned her back to Ron, he was afforded a seductive view of her ass, sheathed in nylon which was so sheer that the crack between her plump buttocks showed through.
Continuing to face the other way, Sally hooked the top of her panties and drew them down. She could hear the sigh of appreciation that issued from Ron as he stared at her beautiful bare bottom. She lifted one leg, then the other, daintily stepping out of her panties.
She turned to face Ron, her panties dangling from her hand.
"Like me?" she asked as his eyes ruffled her silken pubic bush.
"Hell, yes!" the young man passionately declared.
Sally was having a lot of fun, shamelessly exposing herself and driving Ron wild with anticipation. She was very conscious of the power which she held over him. She wanted to draw that power out and to get all the satisfaction she could from it.
She tossed her panties to the man seated on the couch.
"Kiss them," she said simply, recalling the strange thrill she had derived when a patient had done that.
Ron held her panties up in front of him. He carefully looked them over, then drew them to his face. He pressed the warm nylon against his nose and lips. Sally's sweet, intimate scent teased his nostrils.
"I think you ought to get undressed," she said.
Ron dropped her panties on the sofa and jumped up. There was a sizable hump at the front of his trousers. He clearly was anxious to take his clothes off, evidently feeling that Sally was about to let him screw her.
She watched with an amused expression as he tossed his jacket and shirt aside, baring a handsome chest with a fair quantity of brown, curly hairs adorning it. He bent and pulled off his loafers, hopping from one foot to the other, then let his trousers down.
His aroused prick made a mountain in the front of his stretchy briefs. When he whipped the briefs away, his cock bounced erectly up and down.
He had a good one, Sally decided. Not the best she had seen-the patient she had screwed in bed still held the title for that-but Ron's prick was large enough to give her all the satisfaction she needed. Right then, the state of its readiness pleased her very much, because it demonstrated once again the influence that she had over him.
A crazy idea occurred to her as she stared at Ron standing nude, her panties lying on the couch behind him.
"Hang my panties over your dong," she said, and giggled.
He didn't even balk at that. He picked up her silken pants and hung them on his projecting prick.
Sally laughed.
Ron regarded her quizzically. "Are you just going to make fun of me?"
"Of course not," she said. "You can toss the panties aside."
Ron did so.
His penis had slumped a bit. It was still stiff but aiming slightly downward. Sally decided she would have to get him to do something right away that would bring his rod back to full tilt.
"Would you like to kiss my tits?" she offered.
"You bet!" he exclaimed.
Sally watched his penis twitch and climb high again, just at the thought of placing his lips around her jutting pink nipples.
"You can do it," she said. "But don't touch me anywhere else. Do you understand?"
"Shit, baby, I don't know why you're so bossy about all this."
"Because I don't want you taking me for granted any more. Now do what I said."
Ron moved up to her and carefully cupped one of her titties between his hands. Lifting the springy globe, he stuck out his tongue and licked the erect nipple. That felt good to Sally.
Ron took her nipple into his mouth, bathing it in his saliva and stroking it with his velvety tongue while he sucked. That felt better yet.
Sally realized that she would have to control herself very carefully so as to avoid abandoning her game plan and letting Ron have his way with. her.
He shifted from one titty to the other, tugging at one nipple with his lips while he fingered the first one. His erect penis touched her silken belly, and she felt the dampness of the pre-coital fluid he was exuding.
"That's enough," Sally said finally. By that time, she was very excited. '.'Now get down on your knees."
Ron quickly dropped to the floor.
"Do you like my feet?" Sally asked.
Ron stared at them. "Yeah. They're pretty nice."
"Why don't you kiss them?" Sally suggested, a giddy thrill coursing through her as she lifted a foot in front of him.
He hesitated, having never kissed a girl's feet before or even thought about it. He looked up at
Sally, as if undecided. His gaze took in the glory of her full, thrusting breasts, which were even more impressive when viewed from below. He stared straight ahead at the fluffed light-brown hairs on her mount of Venus. Since he was holding one of her feet elevated in front of her, her pussy was partially exposed, and he stared at the enticing beige-colored lips which had silky hairs strewn along them.
All these glimpses of erotic beauty convinced Ron to demean himself even further in order to possess Sally completely. Kissing her feet didn't seem so bad, anyway.
He bent and pressed his lips against her cute, dainty toes. Sally sucked in her breath.
"More-kiss them more!" she demanded. "Kiss them all over!"
Ron became carried away, and he glided his moist, parted lips all over the girl's finely arched instep, along the side of her foot, and across her toes. He commenced licking, slithering his tongue in between her toes.
Sally found that she enjoyed this very much.
"Take them in your mouth!" she commanded.
Ron eagerly did so, sucking each toe in turn, progressing from the tiniest to the large one.
When he had completed with one foot, Sally gave him the other. He kissed it thoroughly in the very same fashion.
Extremely excited by that time, she pulled away from him and ran to the couch. She threw herself down on her belly.
"Kiss my back!" she directed the young intern, who seemed to have become her virtual slave.
Ron knelt next to the couch and began licking along her spine as he ran his hands over her, stroking her back, thighs, and buttocks.
"KISS MY ASS!" Sally stridently demanded.
Moaning in rapture, Ron glided his moist lips onto a firm, lusciously mounted buttock. The pressure and stroking of his mouth caused the girl's ass-flesh to wobble and quiver against his face.
His mouth hopped across her crack and kissed the opposite buttock. Opening his mouth a bit wider, he caught part of her meaty buttock between his teeth and bit gently.
"Oh!" Sally exclaimed. But even the little hurt felt good, so she didn't protest.
Ron proceeded to lick the portion of her buttock which he had just bitten. He continued running his moist tongue over her ass, getting teasingly close to the crack between the mounds. He stroked his tongue along the groove under each buttock. His nose brushed across her crack.
"Get between the cheeks!" Sally ordered, her tone passionately husky. "Lick me everywhere!"
This was something else that Ron had never done before. But he wasn't about to stop. He had gotten wholly caught up in the excitement of the situation, gaining a strange stimulation from being dominated by the proudly sluttish young woman.
He glided his wet tongue into the crevice between her satiny buttocks. His tongue stroked downward, feeling the crinkly little dimple of her anus. He licked lower, onto the sensitive bridge between her anus and cunt. By that time his nose was in her ass-crack, as well as his mouth.
Wildly excited, Sally rotated her hips as she pressed her ass upward against his face. Ron's nose was right against her asshole as his tongue slithered into her hot, slippery cunt.
Sally rolled over, swinging a leg above his head. This had the effect of rotating her cuntal socket around his penetrating tongue. She drew both legs back, spreading her knees wide apart, and thrust her cunt heatedly against his mouth. Ron tongue-fucked her luscious pussy as his nostrils were flooded by her musky, sweet scent.
"Oooh shit, FUCK me!" Sally cried.
Ron sprang atop her and sank his long quivering rod all the way up her hot clasping cunt. Sprawled on his elbows which were planted at each side of her, he grasped her bulging tits. He fucked her wildly as he squeezed her breasts for dear life.
Sally started coming.
She kept coming as she panted and moaned with delight, her cunt rippling spastically around the young man's fast-stroking cock.
He gasped. He groaned. He drove into her for all he was worth. Suddenly, as Sally's continuing orgasm reached a new high pitch of frenzy, Ron's cock jerked inside her, and he hosed the pit of her pussy with his warm, gushing cream.
"Oooooooooh!" she bawled.
"Shit! Ooh, Jesus!" he said.
It had been a memorable climax for both of them and one which neither of them was likely to forget. Nor would they forget the preliminaries which had lifted them to the feverish heights of passion.
They had established a new relationship based upon strange, previously undiscovered needs. And the most remarkable thing of all was the way in which their odd needs dovetailed.
It seemed that Ron, who usually wore a cocky mask, enjoyed being subjugated just as much as Sally, who had been a plaything for a number of males, enjoyed exercising the upper hand with him. Suiting each other as they did, it was inevitable that they would get together again.
CHAPTER NINE
The next night at the clinic, Sally was much in demand.
Dr. Pollard had left word at the front desk that he wanted to see her as soon as she arrived. Ron, however, was standing right by the desk sipping some coffee as he waited for her. Also waiting was a prospective patient who had told the receptionist he was a friend of Mike Preston. His complaint was vague, and he had inquired for Sally.
When the pretty blonde entered, all eyes searched her, including those of the brunette girl behind the reception desk. As the receptionist delivered her messages, Ron moved up.
"Hello, beautiful," he murmured close to Sally's ear.
She gave him a snooty look. "Hello, yourself."
"Come into my office. I want to talk with you about a couple of cases."
"But I'm supposed to see Dr. Pollard," Sally protested. "And this gentleman is waiting." She indicated the patient who sat ogling her so intently that she felt naked.
Without replying, Ron took her by an arm and hustled her down the corridor to his office. He thrust her inside, followed, and shut the door after them.
"How dare you treat me like that!" Sally snapped, whirling on him.
He thrilled at her display of temper. "I-I'm sorry," he said meekly.
"Well, you ought to be." Sally lowered her lashes, regarding him coolly. She was beginning to feel anything but cool inside. "I think you had just better pay for it right now!"
She sat on a chair, and she didn't have to tell Ron what to do. He immediately knelt in front of her. He lifted one of her feet, slipped off her shoe, and began licking her toes.
Sally giggled and writhed. Her skirt slid high on her thighs as her legs opened and closed. Ron sighted up those lush columns at her pale-pink panties which played peek-a-boo with him. He was nibbling at the tips of her toes.
Sally reached forward, grasped him by the ears, and pulled him into the warm vee of her thighs. Her uniform skirt partially covered his head as he drove the rest of the way and pressed his lips against the crotch of her silk panties.
The girl's belly quaked as he kissed her intimately through the thin barrier. He inhaled the marvelous scent of her femaleness. Sally twisted until she was lying over an arm of the chair and her bottom was upraised. Her skirt had become wound around her hips, exposing the lower portion of her pink briefs.
Ron pushed her skirt up to the small of her back and began kissing the seat of her panties. He pulled her panties down and kissed her bare ass.
Sally squirmed in delight. She wriggled her bottom against Ron's face. He glided his tongue between her satiny buttocks and licked her hot asshole.
She decided to turn the tables on Ron just to show him how nice she could be after he had been nice to her. She slid off the chair to kneel in front of him.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed passionately as she opened his pants and took out his stiff prick.
She began licking the bulging, ball knob of his cock.
Ron's pecker jerked up and down with excitement, skidding away from the girl's mouth, bumping her nose, and gliding against her cheeks. Sally's pink tongue kept chasing it. She made no effort to hold Ron's cock steady, because it seemed more fun to play with him that way.
She forced his shaft straight up against his clothed belly and licked down its underside until she had her mouth in his yawning fly. She nipped at the soft, hair-strewn skin of his scrotum just below the base of his shaft.
Much as Ron needed fulfillment, he had too much sense to beg Sally to suck him off. Had he done so, she would likely have told him to bug off, and he knew it.
As things were, however, Sally waggled her wet tongue back up the underside of his prick. She spent several tantalizing moments lashing his cockhead at the very sensitive point where it was attached to his shaft underneath. Then she capped her warm, wet mouth over the crown of his pecker, and she began to suck greedily.
"Aaah . . . AAAH . . . ooh, SHIT!" Ron exclaimed.
He remained still, though it took an extreme effort to do so, while Sally pumped her sucking mouth forward and back on his blissfully throbbing cock. His fat glans plowed her tongue. Her teeth scraped his shaft next to her rhythmically clasping, soft lips.
The ecstatic intern shut his eyes and tilted his head back. He breathed gaspingly through parted lips.
Sally mouth-fucked his prick ever faster. She wanted to make him come in her mouth. He gasped again and again as her encircling lips skidded rapidly up and down across his corona.
Suddenly she locked her lips just in back of his cockhead, and she compressed them rhythmically in that super-sensitive groove as she flogged his bulging glans with her wet, hot tongue.
"AAAHHGH!" Ron rasped, and he came, exploding in Sally's mouth.
His thick cream washed over her tongue, driving her taste buds wild. Sally came as she gulped down his semen. Juice spurted from her pussy to run fast, trickling down along her thighs. Her panties, which Ron had pulled partially down, didn't hinder the flow.
The young intern kept coming in her mouth. Sally swallowed as fast as she could, but she couldn't gulp down all his copious flow. Part of it oozed out between his quivering shaft and her clasping lips, and it drooled down her chin. Her lips became flecked with foam.
When Ron had finally expelled the entire load of his balls, Sally let his softening prick slip out of her mouth, and she sucked off its tip as it dropped. She smiled up at him and ran her pink tongue around the edges of her mouth, licking the foam from her lips. She scraped the spilled cum off her chin with a finger and licked that, too.
"Good God!" Ron exclaimed, his head spinning, and dropped into a chair.
Sally giggled and got to her feet. She pulled up her panties and let her skirt drop.
"Now will there be anything else, Dr. Marshall?" she inquired, then pertly answered her own question by snapping, "There hadn't better be, you prick!"
She waggled her saucy buttocks as she flounced out.
As she straightened her cap and strode down the corridor to Dr. Pollard's office, she felt like the queen of the clinic. She had the entire place quite literally by the balls.
She rapped quickly at Pollard's door, opened it, and walked in.
"My dear!" he exclaimed, and arose behind his desk.
"Hello, Bert," she said sweetly.
The bespectacled, tall man circled his desk and took Sally in his arms. They kissed, and their tongues stroked. Bert ran a hand down Sally's back and massaged her plump, ungirdled buttocks.
She felt his cock come alive against her.
It pleased her to have such a magical power of levitation over the pricks of the world. She saw in her mind's eye a row of nude men stretching the length of a football field, and she was prancing in front of them. As she passed each man, his cock snapped to rigid attention.
Bert released her slowly and stepped back.
"My God, I don't know what it is about you," he said, breathing heavily, "but I've got you in my blood. Since we were together last night, I couldn't think about anything else. I'm going to need you every night, I'm afraid."
"That's just fine with me," Sally said, and grasped his hard-on through his pants.
Such a jolt went through him that she was afraid he might come. But he managed to maintain control.
"Hurry up and take your clothes off," he directed.
Sally thought it would be nice if she could act independent with him and turn him into her slave, as she had Ron. But Bert was the night resident, her boss, and she didn't dare take such a chance. Perhaps he wouldn't respond as favorably as Ron had. Then her sweet setup at the clinic would be destroyed.
Sally stripped.
"You've got the most luscious tits I've ever seen," Bert told her as he watched them bobbing while she drew her skirt down.
"Thank you," she smiled, and stepped out of her uniform. She turned to lay it across a chair, showing him her panty-clad ass.
"And you're beautiful in back, too," Bert went on. "That's a rarity. Usually girls with great tits have poor asses and vice versa."
"Being a doctor, you must have seen lots of girls in the nude," Sally said as she faced him again and stripped down her panties.
"Yes, lots."
Bert seemed mesmerized as he stared at her fluffy blonde triangle. The hairs had a burnished effect, like gold, some of them quite dark and others pale like the light streaks in the hair on her head.
"Aren't you going to get undressed, Bert?" she asked. "Oh. Yeah. Sure."
He quickly pulled at his clothes and, in a few moments, was as naked as she. His cock was hard and thrusting.
"I want to take you standing up this time," he said. "Do you mind?"
Sally remembered the fun she'd had with the orderly, Sam, that way, and she said, "Of course not. But don't you want me to do something else first?"
She dropped to her knees in front of the doctor.
"Just do it a little," he begged. "I don't wan to get too excited before I stick it in you."
Sally steadied his prick with her hand and began licking it as she had licked Ron's. It tasted very much the same, but there was a subtle difference. Every man's cock had a slightly different flavor.
She wondered if pussies each tasted a little different, too.
She let Bert's projecting prick push between her soft lips and enter her mouth. Her lips crawled along the shaft until his glans threatened to stopper her throat, then she stroked her mouth back and forward while she sucked. Her cool, delicate hand played with Bert's balls.
"Damn, it's wonderful . . . when you do that!" he said, speaking with difficulty because of the powerful effect it had on him.
Sally just kept pumping her mouth on his cock, caressing the bald, bulging head with her tongue, and sucking. She rolled his nuts in her hand as if they were large marbles in a velvet sack.
"Now!" Bert suddenly exclaimed. "Let me drive it in you!"
Sally released his cock and got to her feet. His aroused organ gleamed with saliva as it whipped to and fro.
Remembering what he had said about taking her standing up, Sally put her arms around his neck and waited for him to boost her. But he didn't do so.
"Face the other way and bend over," he directed.
Sally turned about. She wasn't sure how the position was going to work, but she bent at the waist. Her hairy cunt popped out from between the tops of her creamy thighs. -
"All the way down!" Bert ordered. "Grab your ankles with your hands."
She followed directions, and found the position quite uncomfortable. Her titties hung down. From Bert's angle, she was all ass, and that suited him precisely.
He held his pecker in his fist as he moved up to her, then fitted the bulbous head into her soft slit. When he pushed, Sally swayed forward. He grasped her hips to maintain her balance, and his cock glided all the way up her tunnel. She was very warm and moist and snug around him.
He began to stroke.
Sally was somewhat dismayed to take it in that position, but Bert's thrusts certainly felt good. The fist-like end of his pecker spread her sensitive tissues as it forged to the pit of her sexual cavity, then retreated to come charging in again. His hard shaft sawed against her clitty. His balls bumped that sensitive tip as well. And every few strokes, when he was fully inside her, he would twist his long stiff cock in a way that activated all her sexual nerve-ends at once. The effect was extremely voluptuous.
Bert was powerfully pleased by Sally's encompassing warmth which was slippery and pliant while still clinging close to every inch of his cock. This was fucking as it was supposed to be. He hadn't gotten such good ass in years, if ever.
His excitement increased as he pumped his big prick into the nurse's upturned pussy. He continued to hold her by the hips. Though the posture was tiring for Sally, the thrilling thrusts of Bert's log-like cock overcame her discomfort, and she twisted her butt, pushing backward to absorb more and more of him.
"Ooh, man, I love it!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop! Fuck me deeper! Push that monster in!"
Bert was pushing it into her all the way to the hilt every time, and his cock head was hitting bottom. She didn't really need any more. But when a girl was as hot as Sally was right then, she felt as if she could take a telephone pole, and that was what she wanted.
Bert rammed her ass harder. Each jolt made her lurch forward, and if he hadn't been holding onto her she surely would have tumbled onto her face. Her tits shook like fruit hanging from a storm-tossed bough.
"Let me . . . get on my knees!" Sally begged, for she couldn't maintain the bent-over position any longer.
"Okay," Bert said. "Get down."
As she sank to the floor, he sank along with her, and their linkage wasn't lost. She pressed her breasts against the carpet and was free to wiggle her ass more voluptuously as the doctor kept driving like a fiend.
"Ooh . . . ooh . . . wow!" she panted. "Give it to me, you fucker! Shit! Ooh,-bay-beeee!"
By that time she was pumping as hard and fast as he was. His belly splatted rapidly against her butt-cheeks. His charger worked like a pneumatic drill in her happy hole.
"Uuuh . . . oooooh . . . YESSSSS!" she said, and started coming.
Her cunt convulsed around him, as if trying to pull his prick out by the roots.
"AAAGHH!" Bert growled and his twitching pecker let fly. He drenched Sally's insides.
They heaved and moaned together, their bodies slipping and sliding on the film of perspiration which their mutual exertions had built up. Finally the girl collapsed on the floor, and Bert sprawled atop her.
"What a . . . lucky day it was . . . when you came to work... at this clinic!" Bert said, breathing hard. He sucked Sally's ear.
"It was lucky for me, too," the student nurse replied.
She had come to think of her new way of life in just such an uncomplicated way. But she failed to realize that good luck had a way of turning bad.
CHAPTER TEN
"That guy's still waiting for you in the reception room," Ron said, catching Sally right after she had left Bert's office. "He says he doesn't want to see a doctor-just you. But you know our rules. We'd better see him together."
"Sounds like you're jealous, and I don't like that," Sally said. "You've got no claim on me."
"But you work under my supervision."
"Oh, all right. We'll see him together, if you insist."
Sally decided then and there to punish Ron for being so officious. He could have let her see the patient alone if he had wanted to-no one would ever have known the difference. He was just using his authority to cut in on what he suspected would be a sex scene. Well, he could cut in, Sally thought, but that didn't mean it would do him any good.
They proceeded down the corridor to the reception area, and Sally looked at the man in jeans and jacket. He was moderately tall and wore a mustache with long black sideburns. He had eyes that undressed a girl with their steady gaze.
"Would you come this way, please?" Sally said properly.
She turned, and he followed her to an examination room. His eyes played pattie-cake with her buttocks all the way. Ron followed him.
They entered the examination room, and Ron closed the door.
"What's this dude doing here?" the patient asked Sally, referring to the white-smocked intern.
"This is Dr. Marshall," she said. "And you are . . . ?"
"Pete Trevino. But I didn't ask to see no doctor."
"It's clinic policy," Ron said. "Now what seems to be your trouble?"
"Oh, shit!" said Pete, and headed for the door.
Sally sprang after him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her braless titties against his back. Pete stopped and stiffened up. He looked questioningly at the doctor.
"So you need sexual therapy," Ron said, surprising Sally with his quickness. "I can understand that." He smiled blandly.
"What is it with this guy?" Pete asked Sally.
"Don't worry about him," the young nurse advised as she began unbuttoning her uniform. "Just forget that he's here."
Pete forgot everything else when he glimpsed Sally's tits standing round and ripe inside her white dress. She pushed the dress off her shoulders, and her boobies sprang free.
"Shit, this is better than a whorehouse!" Pete exclaimed.
Sally didn't like that and she frowned. She held her uniform at her hips, undecided as to whether she should let it down the rest of the way or pull it back up.
But when she saw the firm hump rising at the front of Pete's jeans and reminded herself, at the same time, that she was about to have a new and different opportunity to prove her power over Ron, she went ahead with the disrobing.
Wearing pink silk panties, she stepped out of her uniform.
Pete chuckled tensely, and rubbed his hands along the sides of his jeans. Ron shifted from one foot to the other as he stared.
Sally was a fetching sight as she stood before the men in just her panties and pert nurse's cap.
"Do you want to take your clothes off, Pete?" she asked.
The dark complexioned guy glanced at Ron. "Is he gonna stay here?"
"I told you to forget him," Sally said a bit sharply. "Now do you want to screw me or not?"
"Shit, yes!" was Pete's enthusiastic reply. Making an obvious effort to ignore Ron, he stripped off his jacket, then his shirt.
Ron sat on a chair in a corner. Sally smiled at him, but he didn't return the gesture. He was as tense as Pete, but less sure of what he was going to get.
Pete hopped from one foot to the other as he pulled off his boots. Then he pushed down his jeans, and his cock leaped free. He wore no underwear.
Sally gazed at his hard-on, which was already fully developed. Black hairs curled around the base of his uplifted prick, partially shrouding his large, dangling balls.
He pushed his jeans all the way down his legs and stepped out of them. He dropped them with his other clothes on the floor and looked hopefully at Sally.
"Mike told me you like to give head," he said bluntly.
"Mike was right," Sally admitted, and dropped to her knees in front of the well-built man.
Ron unconsciously gripped the arms of his chair. It was going to be difficult watching Sally with another man, because of his own lust for her.
As she reached out and grasped the other man's prick, tilting it toward her descending mouth, she cast a quick glance Ron's way. His anguished look was rewarding.
Suffer! she thought as she fitted her pink lips around the tip of Pete's pecker.
"AAH!" he exclaimed, and a tremor went through him.
Sally sucked at just the tip of his cock, tickling the vent with her moist tongue. Then she released his glans and let her parted lips skid along the side of his organ, all the way down the shaft. She pressed her nose into his thick pubic hairs, inhaling his sweaty scent as she kissed them. She was turning on strongly. The fact that Ron was watching made her all the more raunchy.
She licked Pete's pendulous balls, then waggled her tongue up the underside of his shaft as the organ brushed her nose. She let her lips crawl over the crown of his cock from underneath, until she had the whole glans in her mouth and was sucking contentedly.
She cocked an eye at Ron.
He seemed fit to burst. His lips were parted as he stared at the erotic display, and there was a mountainous peak at his lap.
Sally expelled Pete's cockhead with a liquid popping sound, and said to Ron, "You can take out your prick and play with it, if you want."
"Come on-give me some more head, baby," Pete begged.
He ran his hands into Sally's tousled hair and pulled her against his cock. She let the organ slide sideways against her mouth and nibbled at it as if she were eating corn off the cob. Her mischievous eyes were on Ron.
He didn't want to masturbate in front of anyone. In fact, he had given up masturbation as a regular practice some years ago. But he was powerfully stimulated, watching Sally with Pete, and she had suggested that he play with himself. Pete hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, Pete was paying no attention to him at all.
Ron's hands slid toward his fly.
Sally saw that, and she seized Pete's stiff prick in her mouth. She began to pump her head, drawing an ecstatic groan from the man.
Ron fumbled with his fly. He pulled the zipper down. His hand slid inside.
While Sally sucked Pete's cock and made him writhe, she watched Ron pull his aroused penis out of his clothes. It pleased her to see him wrap his hand around the upthrust stalk. When he began to stroke himself, it gave her a great satisfaction.
Look what I'm making him do! she thought. Just watching me with another man has turned him on so strong that he can't control himself.
Pete bent slightly, ran his hands down Sally's front, and grasped at her vibrating tits. He pulled her nipples. Then he ran his fingers under her tits and bounced the shapely mounds in his cupping hands.
"God damn!" he exclaimed. "I want to eat you, too!"
He sank to the floor, his cock pulling out of Sally's mouth, and he twisted so that he was facing her panties. Sally stretched out on her side and resumed sucking his prick. Pete worked his head between her warm, smooth thighs and got it right into her crotch. He pressed his face against the narrow strip of her panties that passed between her legs.
She had gone through two exciting interludes already that evening, with those very panties on, and she had just begun drizzling anew. Her panty crotch was rich with the musky-sweet aroma of cunt juice. As Pete breathed in the heady fragrance, he went wilder than ever-especially so since Sally was still pumping her soft, warm lips up and down on his prick. He hooked her panty crotch aside and buried his mouth in her hairy twat as his nose nestled between her soft, spongy buttocks. Sally writhed against his face. She arched her neck so that she could attack his thrusting cock even more vigorously.
Watching all this, Ron groaned and frigged his own cock faster.
Pete grasped the top of Sally's pink panties. Writhing, he pulled them off her. She interrupted the sucking of his prick to climb astride him, facing his feet. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her backward. She sat on his face.
The man was in heaven with his nose wedged between her buttocks and his tongue sticking up her hair-fringed cunt while she rapidly stroked her encircling lips up and down on his towering cock.
Ron's fist flew on his upthrust rod. He writhed.
Pete circled his thrusting tongue in Sally's hot, slippery hole. Her juice dribbled down and into his mouth. She squirmed with excitement, wiggling her warm, spongy buttocks against his cheeks. His nose burrowed against her yielding asshole.
Finally the man had to push her up from his face so that he could gulp some fresh air. But she remained bent forward, sucking his cock.
Ron stared at her split, hairy ass . . . her pussy flared open and dribbling. He lunged from his chair, his cock waggling like a wagon-tongue, and he grasped Sally's hips. As Pete stared up, unable to stop him, Ron lifted Sally and turned her about. Her mouth swiveled on Pete's prick, and she kept sucking all the while.
Ron positioned her at right angles to the other man, planting her knees against the floor. He grasped his horny cock and worked the end of it into her wetly receptive quim. He pushed, nailing her deeply.
Sally was aware that it was Ron who had driven into her. But by that time she didn't care that he had kicked over the traces. She badly needed a prick at both ends, and one man couldn't supply that many.
She pumped her mouth heatedly on Pete's cock while Ron pounded into her with bull-like thrusts from the rear. Her whole body shook. Her dangling tits quivered.
Pete writhed, thrusting upward into her sucking mouth. He was driving his prickhead right into her throat. His buttocks slapped against the vinyl-tiled floor. Sally's mouth made a soft slurping sound as she sucked him. Ron's prick went slop-slop-slop as it pumped into her very juicy cunt, sending back a fine spray of moisture and causing thick drops to dribble down into her bush.
The harder Ron rammed her, the more eagerly she went down on Pete's prick. She sucked it hard. Her teeth scraped the shaft. Her lips skidded like a soft rubber band up and down across the ridge of Pete's cockhead.
He stiffened from head to toe. He gasped. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and he let out a cry of delight. His cock fountained forcefully in Sally's sucking mouth, drenching her tongue and her tonsils, spurting into her throat.
She gulped, continuing to pump her mouth on his spewing prick. She climaxed, her cunt tightening on Ron's plunging cock, trapping the glans deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles rippled up and down his shaft.
Ron growled and let fly, shooting her full of his warm cream.
Sally was getting it at both ends, and she was happier than she had ever been in her life. She twisted and humped. She gurgled. Vibrations went through her from head to tail.
She couldn't swallow Pete's cream fast enough, and some dribbled out past her lips and down his quivering shaft. Her lips became flecked with foam.
Her pussy lips were foam-flecked, too, as Ron ground his pelvis against her soft crotch, jerking and spurting so vigorously that some of his stuff squirted back.
Finally Sally let Pete's snake slither limply from her mouth, and she collapsed across his hairy loins as Ron fell inert atop her. They lay in a panting heap, blissfully sated.
Sally had discovered how to double her pleasure, and she wasn't sure whether one man at a time would ever satisfy her again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next night she was making her rounds, checking on the patients in the clinic's few overnight rooms. The first man had been sedated and was sleeping soundly. Sally made a notation on his chart and proceeded on to the next room.
It was occupied by a black man who was being held for observation in connection with an accident in the factory where he worked. But he seemed to be all right. He was awake and grinned at Sally from his pillow when she entered the room.
"How are we feeling tonight?" she asked with a warm smile.
"Pretty good right now," the patient replied, his white teeth gleaming in contrast to his very dark skin. He seemed tall and slender beneath the covers and was perhaps twenty-five years old.
His eyes followed Sally to the foot of the bed where she bent to pick up his chart which hung there. The top of her uniform sagged a bit to reveal the creamy orbs within.
The patient's name was Leroy Washburn, she read. She noted that it was time to take his temperature.
Feeling his warm eyes on her, she moved to the small stand beside his bed and picked up a thermometer.
"Open wide," she told him, and bent to put the thermometer in his mouth.
Leroy's eyes opened wider than his lips when he saw her tits hanging right in front of his face. The luscious mounds were exposed nearly to her nipples.
Feeling he had little to lose and perhaps a lot to gain by taking a chance, the black man reached up and cupped both breasts through her uniform. Sally had just slipped the thermometer into his mouth and was about to straighten up. But when he grasped her boobs and began squeezing, such a thrill went through her that she maintained her bent-over pose. She smiled.
"Oh, baby, I heard about you," Leroy said, grinning back, and the thermometer fell out of his mouth. "I wasn't sure I could believe it, though. I mean, I didn't know if you'd be interested in a black dude like me."
"You heard about me?" Sally asked, wanting him to be more explicit.
"Yeah," he said, gently kneading her springy-firm breasts, "I work with a cat named Clint Tolliver. He was in here the other night. He said you gave him some very special attention."
Sally thought back. "Oh yes . . . Clint. He was the one who had something wrong with his foot."
"Yeah, well his foot's much better now. He's back on the job. You must have done him a lot of good." Leroy was wiggling Sally's titties up and down, watching the white globes rub against each other through the sagging top of her dress.
"I remember something else about Clint," Sally said, looking right into Leroy's eyes. She was getting very hot by that time. "He had a very long cock."
"Oooo-eeee!" Leroy laughed. "His ain't no longer than mine is right now."
Sally glanced down at the covers and was pleased to see that Leroy had erected a tent in them. She placed her hand there, wrapping it around the tent-pole. Leroy's erection felt very long and super-stiff through the bedclothes.
"Ooh shit, I've got to see that!" Sally said excitedly, and whipped the covers down.
Leroy's cock, sticking up from beneath the hem of his rumpled nightshirt, swayed to and fro. The thing was even longer than Sally had thought, and it was extremely black, except for its bulging head which was purplish in tone.
Sally grasped the bonelike organ.
"Hey, mama, that feels good!" Leroy said, thrilling to her dainty but strong, cool fingers encircling his cock.
Sally thought it felt good, too. Holding a man's virility in her hand was highly stimulating, and the blackness of this particular prick added to its fascination.
She bowed her head and gave the organ an experimental lick. Its taste wasn't unusual, even though the color was. Sally licked some more, enjoying the strongly masculine flavor.
"She-it!" Leroy said, and laughed again as he watched the pretty blonde nurse running her pink tongue over his cockhead.
Watching was almost as good as feeling. But not quite. Sally's moist, velvety tongue was sheer delight as it caressed the knob of his pecker.
His rod quivered as it stuck straight up. Clear lubricant seeped from the hole at its tip, and Sally licked that away.
Leroy was still squeezing her tits, milking downward on them and pinching her hardened nipples through her uniform dress. He let go of them long enough to undo her top two buttons, and her soft, warm titties tumbled into his hands. It was even more fun to squeeze them and pull on her nipples in the nude.
Though Leroy had been with a white girl once before, she hadn't possessed Sally's delicate coloring. He thought Sally's baby-pink nipples were the cutest things he had ever seen. They felt long and stiff as he rolled them between his fingers and thumbs.
Sally could have told him something about "long and stiff, however, if her mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment. Leroy's cock was nearly the longest she had ever played with, and nothing could have been more rigid-not iron, steel, bone, or anything. Still, Leroy's cock had a velvety thin cover, and the knob at the top of it was spongy and very smooth.
Sally enjoyed the color aesthetics of the situation as much as Leroy did. It was a delightful change to run her tongue over his deep-purplish cockhead and to nibble along his very black shaft.
When it became uncomfortable for her to maintain her bent-over pose while standing beside the bed, she climbed onto the mattress, straddling Leroy's legs. He watched her titties jiggle as she assumed the position. Then those pink-nippled beauties swooped forward to hang in trembling fullness as she bowed to his rigid stalk.
She licked his prick up and down, her pink tongue waggling. She got her face down onto his balls, letting his cock project upward alongside her nose and across an eyebrow. She breathed in the stimulating sweaty scent of his crotch and tugged at the wiry dark hairs on his chocolate-colored scrotum. It was great fun.
As Sally licked his black balls, Leroy writhed voluptuously. This caused his upthrust prick to sway to and fro, repeatedly brushing across her nose.
Suddenly the girl grasped his cock in her hand as if it were a baseball bat. She raised her head, gliding her warm mouth slickly over the crown of his organ. She champed on the meaty knob, her saliva flowing so freely that it dribbled down his shaft.
"Shit, mama!" Leroy exclaimed. He was clawing at the bed.
"SHIT!" he cried again, as his struggle to hang on failed.
Sally felt his glans ballooning in her mouth, then his shaft jerked between her lips. She didn't want him to come so quickly, and she raised her head. But it was too late. Leroy blew a glob of milky white substance into her face. It splattered over her quickly closed eyelids and onto her nose and mouth. The musky scent of it was strong.
Moaning in frustration, Sally quickly capped her mouth onto the black man's slippery knob once more, and she took his second blast on her tongue. She gulped it down. But she didn't come. She had gotten so that she required more stimulation than before.
Nevertheless she continued sucking Leroy's prick and swallowing the semen which he spurted into her mouth. When he had finished ejaculating and his cock began to soften, she let it pop
T from her mouth, and she sat up to wipe her face with a corner of the bedsheet.
"Holy Christ, mama, I'm sorry!" Leroy moaned. "I just couldn't stop!"
"It's all right," Sally said, climbing off the bed. "We aren't through yet."
"Hell, ho! I can go again in just a few minutes."
"You rest, and I'll be right back," Sally said as she stuffed her breasts into her uniform and buttoned up.
She straightened her cap on her head and hurried out of the room. As she strode down the corridor toward Dr. Pollard's office, her hot thighs scissored and her titties jiggled in her dress. The starched fabric scratched her stiff nipples, adding to her excitement.
If one man couldn't satisfy her, surely two ' would do the job, she thought, remembering how much fun she'd had the night before with Ron and Pete. But she didn't want Ron this time. Only the night resident himself would suffice. And he would do anything she asked of him, Sally felt sure.
She hurried to his office door and rapped.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Ah, Sally!" the bespectacled physician said with a smile as she entered his office. "I was just thinking about you." His smile faded. "But you'll have to wait for awhile. I'm just getting ready to make my rounds."
Sally circled his desk and sat on the edge of it, directly in front of him. She crossed her legs, letting her white skirt slide back.
Bert stared at her bare thighs, and at the tiny triangle of pink nylon which showed where they joined. It was obvious that he was being torn between lust and duty.
Sally reached down and ran her fingers around on his lap. He went stiff as she stroked his responsive peter through his clothes.
"We can't do this now, Sally!" he protested, beginning to breathe hard. "I told you. We . . ."
She was pulling his zipper down.
"Good Christ!" he exclaimed as she slithered her hand through the opening of his pants and into his shorts, as well. She fondled his stiffening cock.
"Call Ron," she suggested, "and have him make the rounds for you. He's got nothing much else to do tonight."
"But it's my respon ... oh God, that feels good! Take my prick out."
Sally swung the elongated organ out through the fly of his trousers.
"There!" Bert exclaimed, staring down at his lap where the nurse's dainty hand was stroking up and down on his quivering pecker. "Do you see how stiff it is? Do you see how the head has swollen?"
"It looks scrumptious!" Sally said. "I think I'm going to have to suck it."
"Oh, yes. Do it fast! They're waiting for me to check on the patients."
"No!" Sally said, still stroking his cock with her hand. "You can't make the rounds tonight. Call Ron."
"But if you hurry . . ."
"I don't want to hurry. I want to take a long time tonight. I want to suck that luscious cock of yours, and then I want you to stick it in me. I want you to pump it in and out of my hot little cunt until I go crazy! Won't you do that, Bert?"
"Oh, Christ!" he said, writhing on his chair as Sally continued to stroke him.
He ran his hands up her thighs, pulled her skirt out from under her bottom and flipped it waist-high, then ran his hands over her sleek panties. Sally kept her thighs crossed so that he couldn't gain access to the hidden crevice between them.
"Call Ron!" the girl ordered as she squeezed his stalk hard and swayed it to and fro. A glistening pearl broke from the slit at its tip and spilled down the side of the knob, spreading to form a slick sheen on his cock.
"Damn you!" he husked, but without real anger, and reached for his telephone.
Sally slid off the desk and knelt next to his chair. As he began to speak into the telephone, she bowed her head and licked the knob of his prick.
"Ron?" The night resident's voice was ragged. "I want you ... to make my . . . rounds for me. What? Of course, I'm all right. Just do ... as I said."
"Tell him not to bother with the patient in Room eight," Sally raised her mouth from Bert's cock to advise urgently.
"Never mind . . . the patient in eight," Bert relayed into the phone.
He hung up.
"Why not Room eight?" he asked Sally, who was stroking his prick manually once more as she gazed up at him.
"Because that's where we're going," she replied. "Now get this beast," she added, shaking his cock, "back into his den, so you can walk."
"But why should we go . . ."
Sally placed her finger across his lips. "Don't argue. Just do what your baby says."
"But, God damn it, my prick's too hard! I can't get it into my clothes."
"You must," Sally retorted, rising quickly to her feet. The mounds at the front of her uniform bobbed buoyantly. "I'll walk across the room and face the other way. Maybe that will help calm you."
Bert stared at her twisting, quivering buttocks as she strolled away from him. She stopped, and her fleshy ass-cheeks trembled. Bert could discern the faint pinkness of her panties through her clingy white skirt. The leg elastics of her undergarment made slight ridges in the uniform as they arched upward across her plump buttocks.
"It doesn't make any difference how I look at you," Bert said. "You still excite me. Suck me off now!"
"No," Sally replied firmly, and kept looking away. "Just think quiet thoughts for a minute, Bert. You're a doctor-you ought to know how to control your cock."
"Shit!" Bert exclaimed, and stood up. His prick remained very stiff, protruding out and upward through the fly of his trousers.
He turned away from Sally and faced the opposite wall. He stared at his medical diplomas, concentrating on the printed letters and the flourish of the signatures beneath.
Gradually his excitement subsided. When his dick was soft enough, he stuffed it back into his clothes and zipped up.
He turned back to Sally. "Come on, then. Let's go to that vacant room."
Sally didn't think she would have any trouble with him when he discovered that Room eight was occupied, provided she got him hot again at just the right time. They walked down the hall, and when they reached the door marked with an 8 she rubbed the front of his pants.
"Let's go in," she purred next to Bert's ear, then licked its whorls as she rubbed her braless titties against his arm.
She felt his cock gathering new stiffness in his clothes.
She opened the door and gave Bert a little shove. He entered, and she followed, shutting the door behind them.
Leroy sat up in bed and stared at the doctor and nurse.
"What is. this?" Bert demanded, stopping in his tracks as he stared at the black patient. He felt foolish, with his cock forming a mountain at the front of his pants.
"This is going to be fun," Sally announced.
"Now, take off your clothes, Bert, while I strip."
"But. . . but. . ." The night resident remained rooted to the spot, his cock still hard, but his attitude one of bewilderment.
Sally quickly loosened her buttons and whisked her uniform down. Her titties danced in the nude. She stepped from her skirt, displaying her hips sheathed sleekly in pink nylon briefs.
"Am I going to have to strip you, Bert?" she asked, her pique more playful than real.
She walked up to him, boobies nodding, and began loosening his smock.
Bert plainly was in a dilemma. He wanted the girl-the continuing stiffness of his dong proved that-but he was reluctant to proceed in the presence of a patient.
The patient just goggled, unsure of what all this meant. But he wanted Sally very much, having been deprived of an opportunity to screw her because of his premature ejaculation a short while ago. She had promised him another chance. But why the hell had she brought the doctor with her, he wondered.
Bert glanced uncertainly from the black man in the bed to the pretty nurse who stood bare-titted in front of him, methodically taking his clothes off. She had removed his smock and shirt by that time and was working on the fasteners at the top of his pants.
She pushed his pants down.
Bert's stiff prick popped out through the fly of his shorts and stuck up rigidly toward Sally's breasts. She ignored it for the moment as she knelt and worked the doctor's trousers down his legs. She pulled off his shoes and socks, then removed his pants.
His shorts came down in a single stroke, his erection pulling in through his fly, then whipping out above the descending waistband. The organ bobbed springily up and down.
Sally took his shorts off his feet.
"Now you're ready!" she said, and, remaining in a crouch, kissed the tip of his protruding, happily quivering dong. The tall, dark-complexioned man lurched. He tried to slip his prick into Sally's mouth, but she bobbed to her feet, laughing.
"Doctor, this is Leroy," she said with a wave of her hand. "You ought to get acquainted, since you're both going to make love to me at the same time."
She whisked down her panties, stepping from the silky garment and tossing it aside. Both men stared at the puff of blonde hairs on her mount of Venus.
Bert's cock was hard and high. Though Leroy was covered, it was plain that he too was aroused, for his bedsheet formed a peak.
"Now what do you say we all get cozy?" Sally suggested as she strolled toward Leroy's bed, her buttocks wiggling provocatively.
Leroy wasn't about to protest. As for Bert, his need to take Sally overcome every other consideration, professional and otherwise. He followed her and, as she climbed onto the bed next to Leroy, the nude doctor bent and kissed her cute ass.
"Oh, I like that!" Sally exclaimed, and stretched out on her belly. Her buttocks quivered to a stop. "Do it some more."
Standing next to the bed, Bert bent toward the luscious display. The fact that Leroy was watching didn't deter him. When a man's prick was hard and there was a lovely female nude in front of him, he had a way of forgetting about everything else.
Bert licked Sally's bottom. The girl cooed and wriggled as the doctor's moist tongue glided over one rounded rear cheek and then the other.
She pushed Leroy's sheet down and grasped his strong standing prick.
"Suck it some more, mama," he said. "I can last a long time now."
Sally wanted another taste of his cock, and she twisted to bring her head down to his bristling loins. Bert kept tongue-washing her buttocks, and he stroked them adoringly with his hands at the same time. He pinched the beautiful, smooth mounds between his fingers and thumbs, causing them to part and reveal the delightful dimple between.
So carried away was he by that time, aided by the view of Sally bobbing her head on Leroy's black prick, that the doctor pressed his face into the crack between her lush buttocks and began madly licking her asshole.
"Aahhnng . . . uhhnnng . . . glahhb," Sally said against her mouthful of cock, then let the spit-gleaming organ pop free to tell Bert, "Ooh, I love that, baby! Kiss me a lot back there."
She resumed sucking Leroy's rod, and the doctor repeatedly stroked his moist tongue up and down across her puckered anus while she wriggled her rubbery buttocks against his cheeks. He ran his hands forward at her waist and up her front to grasp and squeeze her full, hanging titties.
His cock was so hard and throbbing that it threatened to explode.
Leroy's pecker was in a similar state as its bulging head was bathed in Sally's slick saliva while she held it in her warm, loving mouth, her tongue circling and stroking. Her lips rhythmically compressed in the groove just behind the cockhead.
"Climb onto me, mama!" the black man husked. "I want to get in your pussy."
Sally wanted his big rod in her pussy as much as he wanted to put it there. She raised her head off his dong and scrambled atop him. This pulled her knockers from Bert's grasp and momentarily took her bottom away from his mouth.
But after she settled into position atop Leroy, letting his slick shaft glide fully up her hot, slippery cunt, her behind once more presented a target for Bert's mouth. It was the only part of her to which he had access, and he was determined to make the most of it.
He sprawled between her legs which were drawn forward', froglike, and he planted his knees at each side of Leroy's. He placed his hands against the dimpled flanks of Sally's bottom and bent once again toward the beautiful mounds which were now bobbing up and down. As Bert snuggled in to begin kissing in earnest, he had a close-up view of her hair-fringed pussy gliding up and down on Leroy's dark, slippery pole. The doctor stuck out his tongue and lapped upward through the crack of her ass.
Sally's hot anus tingled as Bert licked it. Her cunt slidingly grasped the big cock that was stretching its walls far apart. Leroy's glans was like a fist pumping up and down inside her. She quivered and writhed.
The girl's jerky motions caused Bert's face to skid up and down her asscrack and along the satiny walls of the canyon. Several times his fluttering tongue inadvertently touched Leroy's cock where that monstrous member was connected with Sally's writhing body. Bert licked up the fresh tangy juices which were running out of Sally's cunt, down the dark, rigid shaft.
Each time Bert brought his mouth back to the nurse's asshole and tried to keep it on target. But this was a difficult task. He finally decided that the only way to maintain the contact was to work his tongue into that tantalizing nest of puckers.
He corkscrewed his wet tongue against the girl's bobbing ass.
He heard her say, "Ooh!" as he breached the resisting sphincter.
He twisted, his tongue up her asshole.
Sally went wild. She thought there was just nothing better than having a big cock up her cunt and a tongue in her shit chute at the same time.
The more passionately she moved, the harder Bert pressed, until he had crammed nearly his entire tongue up her butt, and his wet lips formed a sucking ring around her hotly throbbing anus. He stroked his tongue up and down in Sally's ass, gliding through her rubber-band sphincter and stretching the aperture wide.
Leroy was clutching her quivering tits as he stroked his horny prick up and down in her hot pussy. She panted and writhed.
How scrumptious it was to be serviced by two men at the same time! she thought. Bert was certainly doing his part of it well. He had exceeded her best expectations so far, and somehow she knew that there was something even more exciting to come.
Bert had thought many times about buggering a girl but had never gotten up the nerve to do it. Now, with his big prick throbbing and with only one place available to put it, the opportunity was irresistible. What was more, he believed that Sally wouldn't object. How could she, when she had gotten him so hot, then left him with only her asshole to play with?
He lifted his bleary face and struggled forward. He let his cock angle upward in the top of Sally's ass-groove, and his hands pinched her voluptuous rear cheeks apart. He backed up slightly, causing the end of his prick to skid down her crack until the tip of his organ became lodged in the puckered aperture which remained quite open from the probing penetrations of his tongue. Her asshole also was quite wet and slick from his saliva.
He pushed, grinding his hips.
"OOOW!" Sally exclaimed, for his cockhead was forcing her asshole open very wide.
But she had no desire to tell Bert to stop.
The way she felt at the moment, she could take a man in every aperture her body provided, and she actually wanted to do so.
Bert pushed harder, and the big, fat knob of his phallus opened her asshole nearly to the ripping point before the glans popped inside. Sally's sphincter snapped tightly in the groove just behind the cockhead.
It felt to her as if someone had stuck a fist up her rear. But that was just wonderful, as far as she was concerned. Tears came to her eyes, and she blinked them back. She bobbed harder on Leroy's cock, and she felt it rubbing Bert's cockhead through the thin membranes that separated her cunt and rectum.
What thrills!
She was drawing excruciatingly close to a climax.
Grunting, Bert pushed still more, grinding his prick at the same time. The thick member forced its way farther up Sally's rear tunnel. It felt like a great big turd going the wrong way-in instead of out-but it was harder and longer than any turd she had ever shitted.
"Oooh, CHRIST!" Sally cried. "That hurts so GOOOD! SHIT! I'M GOING TO COMMMME!"
She heaved and gasped, climaxing rapturously. Her vaginal muscles rippled and clutched around Leroy's cock, causing it to spurt. His thick cream splashed into the pit of her pussy. Her anal muscles were stripping at Bert's prick, even more tightly than her cunt clutched Leroy's dong. He rotated his cock in her hot rear hole and gasped as thrills pounded up to his brain.
He pushed harder, sticking his prick all the way up Sally's asshole, and a mighty tremor shook him. He poured his product into her bowels.
The three linked lovers shook and moaned in unison as the men's semen gushed into the ecstatic girl. She clawed at the mattress. Leroy squeezed her tits. Bert gripped her widely spread asscheeks so hard that his fingernails threatened to break through the flesh.
Finally their shaking stopped, and they lay panting in a passionate pile. Sally felt the two penises softening and shrinking inside her.
She raised her head, and her glassy eyes focused on a figure standing just inside the door.
It was Ron.
He was staring at the bed, his mouth hanging open, and he was jerking himself off with ferocious strokes of his big standing prick which projected out and upward through the fly of his pants.
Realizing that Sally was looking at something, Bert too raised his head, and he saw his assistant in the act of jacking off.
Leroy turned his head on the pillow and watched, also.
"Help me, Sally!" the young intern cried, and started to move toward the bed, still pumping his fiercely red-headed prick.
"No!" she said, not feeling like any more sex at the moment. "Finish that way while I watch."
The last thing in the world that Ron would have wanted to do was to put on such a show in front of his boss and a patient. As for doing it in front of Sally, that was fun in a way. But all thoughts of shame and exhibitionist pleasure were submerged at the moment. Ron had only a tremendous need to relieve the pressure which had built up while he had watched Sally getting screwed by Leroy and Bert, both at the same time.
He pumped his big prick faster. He gasped and groaned.
Suddenly white milky fluid leaped from the end of his quivering rod and splatted onto the vinyl floor as he writhed on the balls of his feet, his eyes bugging, his lower jaw hanging stupidly.
Sally smiled.
Leroy and Bert just stared. "That felt good, didn't it?" Sally asked as Ron's cock finally slumped to hang dripping.
"Not as good as it would have felt inside you," he said with a whine.
"Well, tough titty, Ron," she said. "You can't get in me all the time. You aren't the only fucking man in this world, you know."
Bert pulled his soft prick out of Sally's asshole. The aperture made a wet popping sound as it relinquished his meaty member.
She pushed herself off Leroy, and his dong dragged moistly from her front hole.
Both she and Bert hurried to wash up.
Ron stuffed his penis back into his clothes. Angry and ashamed, he turned and left the room.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"This whole fucking clinic is getting fucked up!" Ron declared as he grimly stared into his cup of coffee.
Sally, who had just entered the lounge, sniffed, "So what's wrong with fucking? I noticed you never complained when it was your prick that was getting it"
She poured herself a mug of steaming brew.
"Well, there's such a thing as decency," Ron said. "You can't carry on with the night resident and a patient together! Think of the reputation you're giving this place."
"Oh, shit!" Sally said. "You didn't mind tak-me when another guy was there."
She sipped some coffee.
Ron said, "So maybe I was wrong, too. What would Dr. McMasters say if he found out about all this?"
Sally blinked. "How's he going to find out? He's only here in the daytime."
"He'll find out, don't worry. You can't keep a thing like this quiet for long."
"I'd advise you to leave it up to Bert Pollard to run the clinic at night," Sally said. "You're only a chicken-shit intern, and don't forget it."
"I'm not as chicken-shit as you are," Ron retorted childishly. "You're only a goddamned student nurse!"
Ron's petulant crabbing was beginning to get on Sally's nerves. He was such a little boy!
She decided that the only way to shut him up was to give him something. But she wouldn't give him more than a crumb. That was all he deserved.
She moved around to his side of the table and pulled up a chair.
"What are you going to do?" he asked half-hopefully as he set down his coffee.
"I notice you didn't take any cream in that," she said, nodding toward his coffee cup. "Wouldn't you like to balance your diet?"
She quickly opened the top of her uniform and took out a round, bulging tit. Rising from her chair, she leaned against Ron and forced the titty into his mouth.
He grasped her around the waist and began sucking fervently on her breast.
That's all a little boy like him needs, Sally thought. Some titty, then some jacking off. That's all he's going to get from me from now on!
She took her other tit out of her dress and twisted, pulling the first booby from his mouth and shoving the other one in. Her nipples tingled, but she was determined not to let herself become too aroused. There was something to consider besides merely gratifying herself. She had to convince Ron that she called the shots and there was nothing he could do about it.
As he sucked one of her breasts and heatedly fondled the other, Sally fumbled blindly at his lap. She found the tab of his zipper and worked it down.
"Ooh, yes .. . yessss!" Ron hissed as she lifted his stiffening pecker out of his clothes.
She began to stroke it as he sucked on her breast. He was really sucking hard, as if he actually hoped to draw milk from the hobbling mound. His wet lips skidded against the rim of Sally's aureole, and his tongue flapped repeatedly across her stiff nipple.
She reached into his clothes and massaged his balls. His upthrust prick whipped to and fro. He squirmed, gasping as he pulled his mouth from her breast.
"Go down on me!" he begged. "God, how I need your hot mouth!"
"No," Sally said cruelly. "I'm not going down on you any more. But you can caress my ass if you want to while I jack you off."
"Shit, honey!" Ron said. "Jacking off isn't what I want!"
However, her hand felt good on his cock, and he didn't attempt to dislodge it. Also, he couldn't resist responding to the invitation she had just given him.
He reached up underneath the back of her dress and wrapped his hands around the mounds of her panty-sheathed ass. Her briefs were sleek and close-fitting. Her fleshy buttocks felt very good, wobbling against his palms with that thin nylon stretched around them.
Sally shoved a titty in his mouth again.
She stroked his cock harder.
"All little boys enjoy getting their nuts off this way," she said, using an expression she had picked up somewhere. She felt very superior, lording it over the egotistical intern who had been her only source of annoyance since she had started work at the clinic.
"I'm not a little boy, God damn it I" Ron raged, pulling his mouth off her wet tit. "I want to screw you!"
"What do you know about screwing?" Sally chided. "Just suck a titty and shut up." She shoved her breast back into his mouth.
Ron sucked it. He fondled her panty-clad ass and let her continue to stroke him. There were times when a man's will became just so weak that he couldn't insist upon having his own way, however much he wanted it.
Ron slid slightly forward on his chair. He drove his hips upward, shoving his hard cock farther into the stroking circle of Sally's soft, cool hand. He champed at her hobbling breast. His clawing fingers pulled her pants down, and he stroked the satiny mounds of her buttocks, letting his fingertips trail along the warm crack.
Sally made a ring of her thumb and finger in the groove just behind Ron's cockhead, and she rhythmically tightened and relaxed that ring, much as she might have rhythmically compressed her lips if she were sucking him. His cockhead swelled. His balls churned. He grasped Sally's ass hard, and blubbered against his mouthful of titty-flesh.
He was about to come, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He didn't want to stop it at that moment, even though he longed for more satisfaction than Sally's hand could give him.
He released her breast and threw his head back. He moaned as his prick throbbed and fountained in Sally's fist.
"Ooh, shit . . . shit . . . shit!" he panted as hot cum spurted up through the tube of his prick and arched forward between his sprawling legs.
"There now," Sally said as she released his cock and stepped back. "Don't you feel better, little boy?" She laughed.
Ron had never felt so humiliated, even though his desire had been slaked. He stuffed his softened, moist peter back into his clothes and zipped "P.
"Get out of here," he told Sally miserably.
She was buttoning up her dress, after having pulled her panties back into place.
"I'll go," she said. "After I've told you one thing: I don't want to hear any more whining out of you, understand? I'm going to do anything I like around here and, with Bert Pollard on my side, there's nothing you can do about it. So you'd better just be grateful for what you get."
She turned and switched her hips from the room, feeling very self-satisfied.
I'm such a bitch! she thought, and laughed to herself.
If she had known what Ron was thinking as he sat alone and miserable in the lounge, staring at the puddled cum on the floor in front of him, she wouldn't have felt so complacent.
Though Sally had learned a great deal in the past few days, there was one lesson which she hadn't yet acquired: A man, even an immature, masochistic one like Ron, would permit himself to be pushed only so far. Then not even a hot cunt would bring him back into line.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Oh, screw me deep-er!" Sally begged as she twisted her hot ass around the prick that was sticking into it.
She drove her mouth down on the other prick which stood in front of her as she knelt on the bed with her bottom upraised.
"Uuhm . . . uuhm . . . uumh . . ." were the sounds she made as she took head-bobbing sucks at the cock, treating it like a luscious ice cream cone.
Bert was standing next to the bed, behind her, fucking her tight asshole, while a patient whom she had met just minutes before was getting the thrill of his life as she ate his stiff prick. She didn't know the patient's name. She hadn't gotten around to looking at his chart. Just the sight of the handsome young fellow, smiling at her from bed, had turned her on and sent her scurrying for Bert to complete a threesome, as on the night before.
He had learned to like screwing her asshole better than anything else, and tonight he had applied some petroleum jelly so that his cock could stroke more freely in and out of that hot, clasping tunnel.
Sally dug the ass-fucking, too. It was almost as good as taking the other man's cock in her mouth. Both together gave her a thrill which one man alone could never have supplied, or so she thought.
She hungrily went after what she wanted, bobbing her head and bumping her bottom. Bert was pumping his prick very deeply into her asshole. It made a soft squishy sound as it stroked. Sally's lips were even nosier as they slurped at the other man's dick, her tongue swiping repeatedly across the bulging, tasty head.
Bert began slapping her buttocks, first one then the other, and the sounds were like pistol cracks. He drove his hips back and forward, gliding his big knob up and down in her grasping, slippery shit-chute.
Sally's pussy was unfurled, dribbling thick juice onto the bed. Her clit was hard and tingling, though no one had yet touched it.
Bert cured that deficiency when he ran two fingers up her cunt. Inside her vaginal sheath, he could feel his cock pumping up and down next door.
The red-haired youth had checked into the clinic to have his ears studied. He had complained of a buzzing. They had never buzzed so loudly as they were buzzing right then, but he wasn't aware of it. All he could think about was the blissful throbbing of his prick as the pretty blonde nurse pumped her mouth up and down on it while a white-smocked, bespectacled doctor vigorously screwed her from the rear. And in the rear, the lad, Eddie, was quite certain, though he couldn't see exactly which hole the doc had shoved his cock into. Eddie had noted the Vaseline, however, and that usually wasn't required in a hot chick's cunt.
. "More, baby . . . more!" he demanded as he arched, driving his stiff dick upward into Sally's sucking mouth.
She took as much of his whopper as she could. In fact, she took nearly all of it, working her lips almost to the base of the shaft as Eddie's fat cockhead forged into her throat.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Bert huffed as he fucked his prick up her shit-hole. His loins spanked her upturned buttocks.
It was just too wonderful, Sally thought, getting screwed at both ends at once. And she couldn't ignore Bert's long fingers, stroking up her wet cunt, tickling the tip of her clitty.
To complete her excitement, Eddie was holding her tits in. his hands, letting them bobble up and down on his palms and curled fingers as she pumped her head on his ding-dong.
What fun!
It was such good fun that it couldn't last long. The stimulation which Sally was receiving was just too intense. That went for the stimulation which Bert and Eddie were getting, also. The only question was which one of them would pop first, thereby setting off a chain reaction that would consume the three of them in molten flames.
Eddie, being younger than Bert and never having gotten his cock sucked before, proved to have the lowest limit of resistance. He gasped, and his pecker jerked in Sally's mouth. Then she felt his cockhead ballooning against her tongue and his shaft quivering between her lips. Hot juice spurted up from his balls, sped along the tube of his penis, and splashed over Sally's tongue and teeth, overflowing her mouth and dribbling partially down her chin before she began to gulp.
She began to climax, ripples of delight coursing through her. Bert felt them as they spasmed her asshole and made her buttocks shake. Her sphincter stripped at his stroking rod, and he buried it deep in her butt where he let it jerk and spit out his gushing cum.
Sally's climax heightened, especially when Bert jammed a third finger up her cunt and nearly crushed her pea-like clitoris. She moaned against her mouthful of cock, gurgling on the cum that still spurted into her throat.
The lad, Eddie, writhed in ecstasy, tossing his head from side to side on the pillow. He had never even imagined that anything could feel so good.
Rap-rap-rap!
It was a heavy hand thudding against the door.
Sally raised her head from Eddie's slimy prick. Semen hung from her lips. Her eyes were glazed.
Bert pulled his prick from her asshole. "Who the hell is that?" he wondered aloud.
"Dr. Pollard, are you in there?" a stern male voice demanded through the door.
"I'm coming in!" the head of the clinic announced, and opened the door.
The sight which met him told its own story:
Dr. Albert Pollard was standing next to a patient's bed, his hair mussed and glasses askew, his brown-stained prick curving downward from the fly of his shorts, his trousers rumpled around his shoes. Nurse Sally Banner still crouched on the bed, her plundered ass pointing upward, her cum-smeared face close to the patient's slumping prick. Patient Edward Derr was lying on his back with a blissfully bushed expression on his young face.
McMasters-stout, balding, and in his early fifties-surveyed the scene in shocked silence, then said simply, "Dr. Pollard, I will see you in my office along with Nurse Banner."
He withdrew and shut the door.
"Ooh, Christ!" moaned Bert, and bent his head back, covering his face with his hands.
Sally, tingling with apprehension, climbed off the bed and began tidying herself.
Eddie happily realized that he was the only one in the room who seemed to be getting off free.
"This is it!" Bert said miserably, turning to Sally. "Thanks to you, I'm going to get my balls nailed to the wall."
"Blame your balls, not me," advised Sally, who had troubles enough of her own.
As soon as they had cleansed themselves and put their clothing in order, the nurse and doctor walked to the office which was marked with the imposing title, Chief of Staff. They entered the vacant reception room and found the door to the private office standing open. McMasters was visible, seated behind his desk.
"Miss Banner, you will remain out there for the moment," he said. "Dr. Pollard, I will see you first."
Bert tremblingly entered his boss's sanctum. "Kindly shut the door," McMasters directed, and Bert did so.
Sally took a chair in the reception room. She squirmed nervously, causing her skirt to fuck up, which brought her panty-clad bottom into direct contact with the cold vinyl cushion. Despite her anxiety, this stimulated her.
I'm the kind that would get turned on at my own execution, she thought, if the executioner wore tight pants and I could see the bulge of his prick.
After awhile Bert emerged from the chief of staff's office. He obviously was shaken.
"It's all over," he murmured to Sally as he passed. "My career is down the fucking drain."
"Miss Banner!" McMasters called.
Sally jumped up as if she had been goosed. There was only one thing to do, she realized, and that was to use her sex for all it was worth, banking on the belief that McMasters, though old and stern, was a man first and a chief of staff second.
She let her hips sway sensuously as she entered his office. She was aware that her braless titties were jiggling up and down in her uniform.
McMasters squinted as he watched her.
She took the chair right beside his desk and crossed her bare legs. She smiled.
"I'm so happy to meet you, Dr. McMasters," she said.
"Are you!" His manner remained cold. "Yes, you're such an important man." "Knock off that bullshit!" he advised. Sally blinked her big brown eyes.
"When I received an anonymous report on the telephone about your conduct in this clinic, I scarcely believe it. But now I've found that the report was all too true. I don't know who it was who called me-his voice was muffled with a handkerchief or something-but I am indebted to him."
"I know who it was," Sally said. "It was an intern that I refused to fuck."
McMasters' eyebrows went up.
"I know you think I'm a slut," Sally went on. "But the fact is, I'm quite selective. I only have sex with men I really dig . . . and Dr. McMasters, I dig you a lot!"
Her expression and tone of voice had turned foxy, and she reached out, running her hand along the stout doctor's thigh.
"Miss Banner!" he protested. But he did not push her hand away.
Sally went for his cock and balls.
"You're just the kind of man I've been looking for," she purred. "So mature and distinguished." She was fondling his privates through his clothes.
McMasters responded.
Duty and discipline were important to him, but how often did a man of his age have a pretty young blonde sit in front of him and bend forward, showing her unharnessed titties while she handled his cock and balls? He could have paid for such attentions, but that wouldn't have been the same. This way he was able to persuade himself that he was still attractive to a young woman.
A smile lit his fleshy face, and he squirmed on his chair. His cock stiffened in his pants leg. Sally kept stroking it with her deft fingers.
"Why don't we relax and get better acquainted?" Sally suggested.
"I believe I would . . . like that," McMasters said, beginning to breathe hard.
Sally unbuttoned the top of her uniform and let her bare breasts tumble out. The doctor's eyes widened. He had seen many pairs of tits during his long years of practice, but he couldn't remember viewing a set that were so ripe and round and erect-and that had such pretty pink nipples sticking up.
"You can touch them if you like," Sally said, sliding closer so that she sat on just the edge of her chair.
McMasters raised his pudgy hands and filled them with her buoyant, hobbling boobs. He pinched her pink nipples and pulled at them.
He was puffing with excitement by that time, and his prick was as rigid as a bar of iron. This surprised Sally, because of his age. She quickly opened his pants and took his prick out.
"My dear!" McMasters husked as he stared down at his standing cock, which she was caressing.
His rod was small compared to some that she had played with. But that didn't keep Sally from becoming aroused as she fondled it, stroking the foreskin forward and back across the cock's sensitive ridge.
McMasters placed a hand on her thigh and ran it up under her skirt. Seated as she was, on the very edge of her chair, her nylon-clad pussy hung forward, inviting his caress. The middle-aged doctor cupped that warm, hairy mound through her panties. Then he hooked her panties aside and pinched the whiskery, velvet lips.
"Ooh, I love that!" Sally said as he rubbed her pussy lips together, with her hot, erect clitoris trapped in between.
McMasters was hobbling her breasts with his other hand. And she continued stroking his cock. The glans, now bare, had swollen to formidable size and was a deep rosy-red.
"May I suck you?" Sally asked breathlessly. By that time she sincerely wanted to do so, and this desire was clearly communicated in her eyes and voice.
McMasters was at a loss for words, knowing full well that once he accepted this treatment from the young nurse he would scarcely be in a position to fire her. But he already had compromised himself to a considerable extent-and what price discipline, anyway? Was it worth as much as a warm, wet mouth around the head of his prick?
Though he didn't answer, Sally knew from the way he was looking at her that she had a go-ahead.
She slid off her chair and down to her knees on the floor, her titties shaking. She snuggled into the doctor's crotch.
An excited breath burst from him as Sally took his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue stroked wetly over the knob. Her soft lips tightened in the groove behind the corona. She began to suck, rhythmically compressing her lips.
Had anyone entered McMasters' office at that moment, they wouldn't even have seen Sally. They would have just observed the heavy-set doctor seated behind his desk with a tense, bemused expression on his face. His eyes were wide, his mouth open.
But no one came in to disturb the thrilling fellatio, and Sally was as grateful for that as was McMasters. Her encircling lips skidded up and down across the ridge of his prick, and her wet tongue swabbed his sensitive cockhead. He began hunching on his chair, driving his dick in and out between the girl's stroking lips.
It was wonderful to fuck her sweet mouth and to feel her so eagerly bobbing her head on his rod. He hadn't gotten such a delightful treatment since he couldn't remember when.
To Sally, the sensual excitement was enhanced by the realization that she was making much-needed points with the head of the clinic.
She stroked her mouth more rapidly on his cock. She felt him go tense. His hands clutched her head, knocking her nurse's cap off. His rigid shaft quivered between her lips. His glans swelled to monstrous size atop her lapping tongue.
Shoot! she thought. Shoot! I want to drink your cum!
McMasters let go, and his cream flooded into Sally's mouth. He held her head firmly on him. But she wouldn't have pulled away even if she could. She compressed his spitting bulb between her tongue and palate, and she swallowed the semen that gushed into her throat. Her nostrils were full of its musky scent, and her taste buds quivered.
She came, hunching and shaking.
This made McMasters shoot all the more. He were utterly depleted. Then he slumped back in his chair. Sally let his softening prick ooze out of her mouth, but she held it up so that it wouldn't make a stain on his trousers. She licked it quite carefully until it was clean, and restored the foreskin. She placed the organ back in the doctor's clothes and zipped him up.
She got to her feet and smiled.
"My dear!" was all he could say. But those two words spoke volumes.
Sally put her tits back into her uniform and buttoned up. She seated herself on the chair.
"I believe ... I understand you," McMasters said, still showing the effects of the emotional experience he had passed through. His tone was compassionate. "You will be helped."
"Helped?" Sally didn't know what he was talking about.
"Yes. I want you to go home now. In the morning, go to see this man." McMasters was scribbling a name and address on a pad. "He is one of the top practitioners in his field."
"Dr. McMasters, I don't under . . ."
He held up a hand, signaling for her to be silent. "It isn't necessary for us to discuss it. I realize that the situation is a sensitive one for you."
He tore off the sheet of note paper on which he had been writing and handed it to Sally. She read:
Dr. Jerome Witherspoon, Suite 164O, Professional Center.
"But I don't need . . ." Sally began.
Once more McMasters cut her off. Smiling benignly, he said, "Let me be the judge of what you need, my dear. While you are undergoing, uh, treatment, it will not be necessary for you to come in to work."
Sally jumped up, her breasts quivering. "So I am being fired after all!"
"Of course not," McMasters said calmly. "You are just being granted a short leave. Your pay will continue. I will see to that."
"Doctor, I'm not sick!" Sally maintained.
"Did I say you were? You merely need guidance of a sort which Doctor Witherspoon is uniquely qualified to give."
Sally still didn't understand what was happening, but she decided not to offer further objections. If her pay was being continued and she really had no grounds for complaint.
However, she was concerned about something else.
"What's going to happen to Doctor Pollard?" she asked.
"The medical board will have to decide that," McMasters said.
"But it isn't fair to punish him. I wanted him to screw me," Sally said.
"Of course you did, my dear. However . . ."
"Please give him another chance," Sally implored. "What he and I did was no worse than my sucking you off just now."
McMasters squirmed. "Perhaps I shall recommend leniency in his case."
"That would be a smart thing to do, doctor," Sally replied, her eyes supporting the mild comment with a threat.
"As for your sucking me off, I hope word of that will not leave this office."
"And I hope Doctor Pollard will be allowed to keep his job," Sally said.
McMasters' eyes told her that a bargain had been reached. She didn't feel too bad when she left his office, though she didn't know what to expect when she called on Doctor Witherspoon.
What "treatment" could be given to a girl who simply had hot pants?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The name on Dr. Witherspoon's office door was followed by the letters Ph.D., indicating that he was a psychologist and not a medical man. This surprised Sally. She also was surprised by the mini-skirted secretary who was in charge of Witherspoon's outer office.
The voluptuously built young woman was bending forward, placing something in a filing cabinet, when Sally entered, and her skirt had lifted to the very tops of her thighs. Another inch and her plump bottom would have popped into view.
"Miss Banner!" a male voice called from beyond an open doorway. "Will you come in, please?"
Dr. Witherspoon was tall, quite good-looking, and surprisingly young. He greeted Sally with a warm smile and asked her to be seated. The receptionist closed the door to his private office and remained outside.
"I don't know why I'm here, Doctor Witherspoon," Sally began.
"Well, I do," the psychologist responded amiably. "Doctor McMasters telephoned me. And please call me Jerry, won't you? I will call you Sally, if that is all right."
"Of course."
Sally relaxed a bit, crossing her legs. Jerry was seated directly in front of her, away from his desk, and he frankly surveyed the beauty of her bulging breasts as well as her creamy thighs which were partially visible below the hem of her skirt.
"I want to put you at ease right away," Jerry said. "There will be no tedious psychoanalysis while you are here. My methods are a bit unorthodox, but they are quite effective, I assure you-especially for young women who have your particular problem."
"I don't have any problem, Doctor Wither . . . Jerry. I just like to fuck." Sally couldn't see any reason to beat around the bush.
Jerry smiled. "Splendid! Your frankness indicates a positive attitude which will facilitate your treatment. There is nothing wrong with fucking per se. I want you to understand that right now. Your only difficulty, it seems to me, lies in your lack of discrimination as to the proper time and place to indulge your desires."
"I fuck when I feel like it," Sally said simply.
"Then perhaps you need only a better opportunity. I specialize in the organization and direction of sexual encounter groups."
"What does that mean?"
Jerry smiled indulgently. "That means, I arrange for people like you--and I can assure you that there are many of both sexes--to get together with one another at times and places where it is appropriate to express their desires."
"People who get together to screw?" Sally asked. She had never heard of a doctor arranging such things.
"Precisely," Jerry said. "And in the process, everyone gets to know himself or herself much better. It is a new form of therapy.".
He leaned closer to Sally. "But before I break you into the program, I must ascertain for myself what your condition actually is. It's a form of diagnosis. Do I have your permission to proceed ?"
Sally blinked. "Yes, I guess so."
"Then I shall ask my receptionist to come in. It is a professional requirement, you understand, to have another female present while I am, uh, examining a female patient."
Jerry got up and walked to his desk to pick up the inter-office phone. Sally admired his fine build, which his trim suit showed off to perfection. His hips were lean and lithe, his legs long, his torso muscular.
"Vivian," he was saying into the phone, "let the answering service take the calls and come in here for a few minutes, will you?"
He had scarcely hung up the phone before the door opened, and the mini-skirted brunette entered from the outer office. She smiled at Sally and shut the door behind her. Then she seated herself on a chair next to the wall. She crossed her lush legs, revealing her entire tapering thighs and a tiny white triangle at her crotch, which had to be her panties. It was evident that she wore no panty-hose.
"Now, Sally, stand in front of me," Jerry directed. "I will sit on this chair."
The young nurse was curious as to what would happen next. But she asked no questions, simply doing as the therapist told her.
Jerry motioned her close to him, and he spread his legs apart so that she could stand between them. Vivian watched.
"Now when I slide my hands up the backs of your thighs like this," Jerry said, stroking her, "what do you feel?"
"I feel . . . your hands," Sally said, startled but not displeased.
"Do you enjoy them stroking your thighs?"
"Yes. Very much."
"And when I place my hands like this on the back of your panties ... do you like that?"
"Oh, wow!" Sally said as the young therapist began gently massaging her buttocks through her thin briefs.
"You are responding, are you not?"
"Ooh, yes!"
"What is happening to your body?"
Sally shut her eyes and tilted her head back. "My pussy is getting hot," she said. "I can feel it beginning to get wet, too. My nipples are pricking up."
"Even though I haven't touched them, hmmm?" Jerry said, continuing to fondle her plump, springy bottom. "That is an interesting sign. You apparently have a very sensitive ass."
"I like to feel your hands on my ass," Sally said.
"Do you wish to have me pull down your panties?"
"Ooh, yesss! Pull them right off me!"
Jerry hooked his fingers over the elastic band at the top of her briefs and drew the panties down at the back. He placed his hands directly on the girl's buttocks.
She writhed responsively.
"Tell me," Jerry said, "do you like it when I stroke my fingertips between your buttocks like this?"
"Ooh, that drives me out of my mind!" Sally exclaimed as the man ran his fingertips up and down in the crack between her satiny ass-cheeks.
"And when I tickle your anus . . . ?"
Sally jumped as his fingertip touched the puckered depression.
"That makes ... my asshole hot!" she said, panting.
"Have you ever been fucked back there?" "Ooh, yes! I dig it!"
"Take off all your clothes, Sally," the therapist said, withdrawing his hands and letting her skirt drop. "I shall do the same."
Sally could hardly believe that she was going to have sex with him right there in his office, and with his secretary watching. But that seemed to be what he was leading up to.
When he stood, she noted a hump at the front of his trousers. He certainly was getting ready to screw her!
She quickly removed her blouse, baring her firm, thrusting tits. The nipples were indeed hard, as she had said, sticking out at least half an inch from her firmly crinkled, pink aureoles. Jerry eyed them appreciatively as he stripped off his jacket and went to work on his shirt.
Sally cast a quick glance at Vivian. She was watching with what seemed like professional interest.
The situation was bizarre, but highly stimulating.
Sally quickly unfastened her skirt.
In a few moments, she stood nude in front of the psychologist while he kicked off his trousers. His knitted briefs were pushed forward by the thrust of his passion, which didn't seem at all professional. But Sally wasn't about to complain.
Who was she to pass judgment on the way a sexual therapist treated his patients?
Jerry stripped his briefs down, and his long cock bounced springily. When it stopped bobbing, it stuck straight out and upward. The thing had to be at least nine inches long, and there was a bulging rosy knob at its end.
"Come over to the couch," he directed Sally. "Sit on it while I stand in front of you."
Sally hurried to comply, her titties jiggling with the firmness of Jell-o. She sat and spread her legs apart, causing her pussy to open in its nest of light-brown hair. Moist pink flesh gleamed in her slit.
"You are a lovely young woman," Jerry said, moving up in front of her. "Now do whatever you feel like. Express yourself fully."
Sally stared at his prick which was arrogantly pointing toward her face. She didn't have to think twice about what she wanted to do with that luscious offering.
She reached out and grasped Jerry's shaft. It was hard as iron. Her mouth watered as she bent toward the bulbous head of his cock. Her lips parted. Her pink tongue came out.
"Very good!" Jerry said, his voice taking on a tenseness as she began to lick his prick. "That's very good indeed!"
His cock tasted good to Sally, and she liked the spongy firmness of his smooth glans as she ran her tongue over it. She pursed her soft lips at the tip of his prick and sucked the bland nectar he was exuding.
Sally was aware all the time that another girl was watching her. In a strange way, this enhanced her excitement.
She let her mouth slowly widen as her pink lips crawled forward, gradually encompassing Jerry's big cockhead, then part of his rigid shaft. She sucked, slowly pumping her head forward and back.
She felt the tension in him and heard him breathing hard.
It wasn't necessary to keep a hand on his prick, because it stood up so stiffly, and while she sucked him she placed her hands at his back. She cupped and squeezed his firm buttocks.
"Do you like ... to lick a man's balls?" Jerry asked, breathing hard.
Sally let his long prick pop out of her mouth to bounce, gleaming moistly.
"I like to do everything," she said, her voice husky, and she pushed his prick straight up between her face and his belly as she commenced licking the front of his hairy, hobbling nuts.
"There is a very . . . sensitive spot," he told her, "between my balls . .. and my asshole ..."
Sally pressed deeper into his crotch so that his nuts straddled her nose, and she licked behind them. Having gone that far, she couldn't stop, and her moist tongue struck at his anus.
A tremor of intense delight shook Jerry as the girl licked his asshole.
"Let's get down on the couch," he told her tensely. "You stretch out on your back, and I'll climb on top of you."
That sounded like screwing, and Sally was ready for it. But when she was in position, Jerry approached her in the opposite way, straddling her head and lowering his face into her sweet, hairy crotch.
His balls hung directly above her face, and she stared at the hair-strewn crack of his ass. His prick projected forward, close to his belly, and it was necessary for Sally to grasp it and tilt it down in order for it to reach her mouth.
For the first time, Jerry was reciprocating her attentions, running his moist tongue along the soft, furry labia at her sexual portal. Sally thrilled and sucked his cock more ardently as his tongue burrowed into her wiggly, warm, wet cunt-flesh.
The therapist proved to be a master at cunnilingus, licking each little whorl and wrinkle of her pussy as he held the outer lips apart with his thumbs. He paid particular attention to her stiff, tingling clit, licking all around that delightful nubbin, then working the soft hood away from it with his tongue and kissing the exposed tip of the organ. He caught the clitty between his lips and gently sucked.
Sally was hunching at his cock, lifting her head off the couch with each lunge. She took the bulging head of his organ into her narrow, slippery throat as she sucked at the shank, her tongue flapping and gliding.
Mucky fluid gushed from her pussy onto Jerry's lapping tongue as he pleasured her hot cunt. He pressed his lips against the surrounding soft flesh and plunged his tongue deeply up her fuck-hole. Her circular vaginal muscles grasped at the penetrating, meaty object as if it were a prick.
As he sucked and tongued her pussy, his nose was buried between her soft, rubbery buttocks. He breathed in her delightfully earthy scent as he wiggled her springy ass-cheeks in his hands.
Finally he climbed off, taking his lollipop from Sally's sucking mouth. She sat up, her eyes glazed, and looked at Vivian, who was seated nearby. The brunette had scooted forward on her chair and had lowered her white panties so that they were looped around one ankle. Her legs were spread wide apart and, as she stared at Sally and Jerry, she stroked two fingers in and out of her rosy, hair-fringed twat.
So much for the girl's purely professional interest in what was going on!
"Fuck me!" Sally demanded, looking beseechingly at Jerry.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, idly stroking his big prick as he stood in front of her.
"Stick that long, stiff thing up my cunt!" she said bluntly. "Then give it to me in the asshole, too! Fuck me every which way, Jerry! I'm so hot, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"Stretch out," he said, "and spread those lovely legs. Hold your pussy open so I can see how pink and juicy it is inside."
Sally was pleased to do exactly as he had asked, and he approached her from End of the couch. He eyed her unfurled, luscious cunt as he lifted her bare legs, bicycling them and working them wide apart. His cock stuck up high and hard.
He surprised Sally by drawing one of her pretty feet to his face and nibbling at her dainty toes. He took each toe in turn into his mouth and sucked on it. He ran his tongue moistly between the adorable little piggies.
He continued kissing on up her ankle and calf as he crouched on the sofa. His wet tongue trailed upward on her inner thigh. Suddenly he flopped fully forward, bracing himself on his elbows beside her, and wrapped his hands around her high-mounding, springy tits. He licked her erect pink nipples, proving as adept in his treatment of them as he had been with her pussy.
He wiggled her titties together, squeezing them gently, as his tongue glided all over both luscious mounds. He caught a nipple between his lips and stretched it upward, then gulped more of her titty into his mouth and sucked.
He straddled her waist on his knees and crawled forward until he was able to lay his prick between her titties. He massaged his hard, bulb-headed shaft with her soft booby-flesh, manipulating her tits in his hands. His thumbs kept stroking her stiff nipples, bending them to and fro.
Suddenly Sally felt a surprising touch between her legs while Jerry fucked her tits. Craning her neck, she could see Vivian's dark head pressed between her thighs, and the secretary was licking her cunt.
This was a first for Sally. Strangely she didn't mind having another woman make love to her at all.
Jerry wiggled a bit farther forward so that, as he stroked his long prick between her titties, the bulging head surged close to Sally's mouth. She raised her head from the sofa and struck at the rosy cock-knob with her tongue. Jerry supported the back of her head with his hands, and she was able to take his glans into her mouth as he stroked his shaft between her breasts.
She was tremendously turned on. If she didn't get Jerry's cock shoved into her pussy pretty soon, she didn't know what she would do.
She blubbered between thrusts of his pecker into her mouth, "Fuck me ... oh shit, fuck me now . . . I've got to have it . . . give me your long, fat prick!"
Jerry pushed back and settled between her thighs. He grasped those tapering columns from underneath and bent them back. Sally extended her legs so that they formed a wide V. She felt Jerry's prick kiss her pussy, then push inside. Her warm, wet flesh trapped him sensuously, and he pushed deeper into the tight, slippery hole.
Sally wondered what Vivian was doing, then immediately got her answer as she felt the girl's tongue working around the juncture of Jerry's cock and her pussy. The secretary licked her boss's shaft each time he withdrew it and pleasured Sally's pussy-lips each time he drove his boner home. She licked Jerry's balls, as well, her face pressed between his buttocks.
The sexual therapist proved to be as deft a fucker as he had been a licker and sucker of Sally's snatch. He stroked straight and strong, terminating each thrust with a little snap. Every so often he varied the in-and-out motion with a grinding of his cock while he held it balls-deep in Sally's hot, throbbing cunt. Then he would return to the straight, vigorous fucking.
All the while, Vivian kept licking the crotches of both lovers. Her wet tongue stroked between Sally's buttocks and twisted at the hot, palpitating dimple of her ass. When Jerry's cock came charging in, Vivian's tongue skidded over his hairy nuts and up his equally hairy ass-crack.
Sally hunched against the horny plunges of the man's long, stiff prick. His bulging cockhead sent ripples up and down her pussy as he plundered it.
"Ooh, so good ... so good!" Sally panted, tossing her head to and fro on the couch. "What a cock you've got! Keep sticking it up me! Stick it all the way to my tonsils!"
"Are you ready for your first come?" Jerry asked as he stroked.
"Ooh, yessss!"
"Then GET IT!"
He suddenly began fucking the young nurse with everything he had, ramming his hot cock into her all the way to his balls, stroking faster than she had ever been stroked before and giving her every inch of his bone-hard, bulb-headed prick.
"OOOOOOOOH!" she cried, and pounded her hips wildly. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! AAAAH!"
Jerry pulled his pecker out of her spasming, blissfully ecstatic hole and ground it against the yielding aperture just beneath. Coated as his rod was with the thick, rich cream of her cunt, it quite easily glided through her anal sphincter and all the way up her ass. He fucked her hot asshole while she kept coming.
Jerry was kneeling straight up, bracing himself against Sally's extended legs which were propped in front of his shoulders. This made room for Vivian to swing around and straddle the recumbent girl's head. She sat down on Sally's face, pressing her juicy cunt against the surprised but happy girl's mouth as Sally's nose nudged her asshole.
Vivian writhed, wiggling her wet cunt against Sally's lips. The blonde girl's tongue shot up, slithering into that delightful brunette snatch. She tongue-screwed Vivian's pussy while Jerry pumped for dear life in her hot, grabby ass.
Sally's orgasm heightened. She seemed to be going from peak to peak, each a bit loftier than the last. Vivian panted and writhed atop her face.
Jerry pounded his steel-hard prick in and out of her asshole.
Suddenly he came, shooting his semen up her ass with strong, explosive bursts. Her asshole spasmed around his twitching shaft. Vivian's super-wet pussy vibrated against her face, showering thick cum over her lips and tongue and down her gulping throat.
It was the most glorious climax Sally had ever had.
Jerry also was much impressed as he got happily to his feet. His face was wreathed in a blissful smile.
"You know something?" he said to Sally as she rolled onto her side to look up at him. Vivian was standing beside Jerry. "I need another girl in my office. My practice has increased so much lately that it's getting to be too heavy a load for Vivian. Right, doll?" He patted the brunette's bare ass.
"Ooh, right!" Vivian said, gazing fondly down at the young blonde on the couch.
"Would you like to have Sally working with you?" Jerry asked, gently caressing his secretary's buttocks.
"I think that would be super!"
"Well, what do you say, Sally?" Jerry grinned. "I can offer you at least as much pay as you were getting at the clinic, and there will be lots of fringe benefits. And as for your, uh, condition . .. you'll be getting constant treatment. It should do you a world of good!"
Sally leaped up and pressed herself, naked, into Jerry's arms. She kissed him moistly on the mouth.
"Does that mean you accept?" he asked, holding her a little ways away from him. His warm brown eyes twinkled.
"That means you've got yourself a girl!" Sally said enthusiastically. "Oh, wow! That fucking old clinic's going to be nothing like this!"
