Having read this novel, I can already, in advance of publication, hear the screams of protest from those who, without pausing to think of literary, or even moral significance, will feel that this novel is unfair to a particular group, profession, or what have you.
To these I would say, read it again, or, given the opportunity to catch them in advance, don't read it at all.
Although the central character of this novel, David Denton, is cast in the role of a doctor, he is first, last and foremost, a man.
In this novel, Mr. Van Home writes, with his usual feeling, about a man. That his central character happens to be a doctor, could be incidental. He could be a politician or a priest or a paperhanger.
Essentially, it is the story of a man who chose, thanks to the circumstances of his formative years, a particular way of life and a particular philosophy to permit him to follow this course.
To the (you should pardon the expression) moralist, David Denton will emerge as an evil, sinful person. And yet, the reader who reads with sensitivity, will reject this label out of hand.
At no point in the denouement of this novel, does Doctor Denton demonstrate any evil, or, in the broadest sense of the term, immoral proclivities.
In the end, in fact, our central character demonstrates a strength of character that would put to shame many persons who consider themselves leaders of our society and establishers of moral patterns.
One final point that I think says it all. When you have finished this novel, compare David Denton with the politician who knows in his heart that a particular course of action is wrong, but pursues it because it helps win votes for the party.
Having done that, judge Doctor David Denton.
CHAPTER ONE
Doctor David Denton, tall, handsome in an athletic way, looked at the beautiful young matron on the examining table. She was thirty years old, with an attractive though seemingly troubled face framed by coppery red hair bobbed at medium length.
It was obvious that her body, the upper portion at least, was firm and well shaped, since it was bare, right down to the crisp white sheet which chastely covered the triangle of curly hair which matched the hair framing her attractive face.
But of all her attractions, her breasts were the most outstanding. They jutted boldly, white silken conical gems with exciting pink tips which seemed to invite a mouth to come and get them. And besides being firm and beautifully shaped, they were big. Temptingly, delightfully big.
Moving behind her, Doctor Denton looked down the smooth valley between them and felt his prick stiffen and throb.
"Raise your arms, Mrs. Carter," he told her in a voice that could have belonged to a movie hero. "A little higher, there, that's it."
He moved a little closer, then his hands moved beside her body, held for a moment, then came up to clasp the firm, smooth beauties. He heard her intake of breath, sharp and hot, felt her tremble, then pulled her closer against him.
"You have lovely breasts, Mrs. Carter," he told her, his voice lowering to a husky whisper that he knew she felt right in her crotch.
"Oh Doctor," she trembled, "call them tits, oh, oh."
"Yes, Mrs. Carter, you have lovely tits. Nice big firm tits for a man to rub and suck. Do you like having your tits sucked?"
"Oh yes, Doctor. I love it when you do it. God, what a mouth you have."
"Where else do you like to feel my mouth, Mrs. Carter?" he asked, giving her lush teats a loving squeeze which brought another gasp of passion from her.
"Oh Doctor, your mouth is so good on my cunt. Oh Christ, Doctor, when you suck me and send your rough tongue inside to lap me, I just go wild. Suck me, Doctor, go down on me now and suck me off."
Kicking and tugging with her hands, she managed to throw the sheet right off and at the same time, parted her raised, bent knees wide.
"Oh Doctor, my cunt is on fire. Lap me or I'll die."
"There, there now, Mrs. Carter. Remember I'm the doctor. I know what's good for you. First, your teats need a nice rubbing to make you hornier. You like getting horny, don't you Mrs. Carter?"
"Oh yes, yes, and you sure know how to do it. No man has ever gotten me as horny as you can. My cunt wants to pull right out of my belly and jump at you."
"That's nice, Mrs. Carter. Let it get nice and hot, Mrs. Carter, while I rub your luscious teats and you talk to me. Does your husband ever suck your cunt? Does he hold the cheeks of your butt in both hands and pull your hot crotch right onto his face and lap you until you come?"
"No, no, damn it. I told you."
"Tell me again, Mrs. Carter. Tell me what he does. After that, I'll go down on you and lap you while I hold your butt and stick my long finger up your hole to make you wriggle. Tell me."
"The bastard, the lousy fucker. When he isn't too tired to do anything, he just pushes my nightie up, pulls himself until he gets a soft hard-on, sticks the weak little thing into me, strokes a few times and just dribbles a little puddle of cream in my cunt. I hate the fucker. I wish the bastard were dead."
"You do like being sucked though, don't you?"
"Yes. Oh yes. God how I love to feel a good face in my crotch and a tongue licking in my slit. Oh God, give it to me now."
"Have you ever let a woman go down on you, Mrs. Carter? Tell me about it. How old were you?"
"Just. . . just once. A couple of years ago. My husband was away ... ooohhhhhhh ... I guess we got kind of drunk. She got me all horny about the way her lover laps her twat. She started playing with my thighs and I couldn't stop her. She told me how good it felt ... so good. She took my panties off and I couldn't stop her. She made me open my legs. She played with it with her fingers first, then went down on me."
"Was it good, Mrs. Carter? Did you come?" he asked, his hands rubbing, urging, robbing her of any vestige of self control.
"Oh yes. My God it was great. It was the first time. What an orgasm. Christ, I thought I'd never stop coming."
"Why didn't you let her do it again?"
"I was afraid. I'd die if anyone found out I did it with a woman."
"Did you do it to her?"
"Yes. I couldn't refuse. She pulled her clothes off and I took her panties off. I had never looked at another woman's cunt before. It got me excited all over again. I sucked her until she went off and I thought she'd strangle me with her thighs."
"You liked sucking cunt then?"
"Yes. It's ... I don't know. I like it."
"You've seen my nurse. She has a sweet cunt and loves to have a woman lap it. Perhaps one day, after I suck you off, I'll have her strip and open her legs. You can go down on her. I could tongue your arsehole while you lap her. It would be great, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, yes. Oh doctor. I'm going out of my mind. Suck me off now before I explode. I'm going crazy to be lapped."
"All right, Mrs. Carter, just lie back now, that's it."
With his hands guiding her, the woman lay back on the padded table. Her knees went up higher and her thighs opened wide to display her burning cunt.
"Your cunt looks nice and hot, Mrs. Carter," he told her as he reached the end of the table and stared into her crotch. "Do you think it will get hotter when you feel my tongue well inside, lapping you?"
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... hurry."
Her slightly too big butt was bouncing up and down, her thighs straining to open wider as she begged him to hurry.
Enjoying her desire, the doctor licked his lips, showed her the tongue she would soon feel in her slit, then dropped to his knees at the foot of the low table.
Slipping his hands around her to hold her smooth heated skin, he began kissing the insides of her smooth thighs, not quite touching her twat. They loved to be tortured that way, he knew from his wide experience with women who came to their doctor for sexual thrills.
And then, when she was crying for it, he moved swiftly. Suddenly, his mouth claimed the hot, wet lips of her pussy. He mouthed the soft flesh for a few seconds, then sent his long tongue inside and began giving her the probing she wanted so desperately.
He knew she was rubbing her breasts as she always did when he went down on her, knew she would keep on rubbing them until she was forced to take a hand away so that she could bite down on it to stifle her scream of completion when his tongue licking her clitoris brought her off.
And then it was happening. Her big thighs closed around his head, her butt came high off the table, and her whole body trembled to the violence of the inner explosion he had triggered.
As her legs fell open again and she lay back panting, he gave her cunt a few slow licks from top to bottom and felt her quiver weakly. Most women, he knew, liked those few extra licks after being lapped. The nerve edges are still raw and sensitive, and it also tells them that the man wasn't anxious to finish and leave. It flatters the woman and makes her want to come back for more.
"Are you tired, Mrs. Carter?" he asked gently as he stroked her breast with one hand and her face with the other.
"Tired?" she asked weakly. "I think I died and went to heaven."
"I'll have my nurse bring your clothes here and help you dress."
"Is that all right?" the woman asked dubiously.
"Of course. She's not only beautiful, but intelligent as well. I'm sure you'll like her. Just rest now, she will be here in a minute with your clothes."
Smiling warmly, he blew her a kiss and walked through the door to the adjoining room where Karen Jensen, his beautiful nurse waited.
And beautiful she was. Karen stood five-ten, a beautiful face framed by Nordic blonde hair topping a body that was much too beautifully developed to permit her to be a model, but made her just right to be a nurse in Doctor Denton's whorehouse with a license for the practice of medicine.
"Did you get it all?" he asked with a grin.
"All," she smiled, "but it wasn't easy to handle the equipment with the case of hot pants you were giving me. You sure know how to work a woman over."
"But Karen, darling," he grinned. "That shouldn't be any surprise to you after all this time."
"You're so right, Doctor," she said, rubbing a hand down over the front of her smock and pressing it between her thighs. "I guess I'd better go help her get dressed."
"Yes, do. And by the way, you heard what I told her about playing eat the pussy with you. If she seems in the mood, give her a quick look at what you hide under your smock before she leaves. That should set her up."
"The hell with what it does to her, darling. I only hope it sets you up. After that little display, I'm hot to trot."
"Then get rid of her and trot back here. I just may be in the mood to fuck that pretty ass off you."
In the examining room, Karen smiled at the woman as she put the bundle of clothes down on a chair, picked up the woman's garter belt and nylons and began to dress her.
"He sure knows how to treat a woman, doesn't he?" the nurse asked with a knowing smile.
"You know?"
"Sweetie, that dreamy expression you're wearing didn't get there from thinking clean thoughts and singing hymns. Besides, you don't think I work here just for the pay, do you?"
"You're very frank," Mrs. Carter said, eyeing the young woman. "And very beautiful, I might add."
Before long, the woman was dressed and telling Karen that she wanted an appointment for next week. Checking the appointment book, Karen gave her a date and time, then accepted the woman's payment in cash.
Just before opening the door to let the patient out, Karen stopped, opened her smock with her back to the woman, then turned and held it open to display her luscious form clad in bra, panties and nylons.
"I couldn't have you just guess about what I look like," Mrs. Carter.
"My God. After you, how can he look at any other woman?"
"I guess we are just versatile, Mrs. Carter. As good as it is with the doctor, there are times when I don't mind at all having a warm woman take my panties off while I do the same to her."
"You ... you mean...? "
"There really isn't time for much discussion right now, Mrs. Carter, but perhaps one of these days when the doctor is busy, we can have a nice ... uh ... chat."
"I ... I'm not really a lesbian, you know," the woman said, blushing.
"Neither am I, Mrs. Carter," Karen smiled. "Still, when I feel a warm face between my thighs, I never get around to asking what sex it is. Isn't that funny?"
While Karen fastened her smock again as the woman stole a final glance at what had been revealed, they both giggled.
"What size bra do you wear?" the woman asked looking at the mounds thrusting through the hospital white smock.
"Thirty-eight-C," Karen said proudly.
"I'll see you on Tuesday," the woman told her.
Karen held the door open and allowed the woman to walk out. Closing the door behind her, she gave her twat a little rub through her smock, then went back to see Doctor Denton.
The woman had warmed up both his wallet and his pecker and now she was going to get her share. It wasn't the money she was after either.
CHAPTER TWO
David Denton didn't just drift into being a doctor who enjoyed a big income by providing sexual services to affection-starved women. He arrived there by way of a carefully charted course.
His father had been a doctor with a good practice. As he grew through puberty and into his teen years, David became increasingly aware that some female patients who visited the office, stayed closeted with his father for a long time, and left wearing strange expressions.
As his curiousity grew, so did his conviction that there was something strange about his father's relationships with a number of the female patients. Before long, the boy decided to find out what was going on.
Shortly after the death of David's mother, the interior of the house had been renovated to set up the waiting room and private office. The walls of the office were thin wood paneling, it was a simple matter to punch out a small opening beside a light fixture to provide a peep hole into the room.
That same evening, David, then fifteen, watched as his father, after his nurse had left, admitted a patient, a well built woman in her late thirties.
He saw too, his first naked woman and watched with mounting arousal as his father fondled her body in a Way the boy was sure had nothing to do with doctoring.
That was more than confirmed when, after the woman lay on the examining table, his father quickly stripped naked and got on the table on top of her.
David knew enough about sex to know that his father was giving the woman a royal fucking. Under the circumstances, the boy did the only thing possible. He watched the whole thing, then, when the woman got up and went for her clothes to get dressed, he masturbated while watching her fit her big breasts into her bra.
He did a lot more masturbating after that, always while watching his father make out with a patient. It is hardly strange that he decided to become a doctor. His reasoning was quite simple, he could get all the tail he could handle, and get paid for it as well. It was, as he saw it, like having a key to Fort Knox and the dressing room of the burlesque theatre.
David studied hard from then on. His teachers were amazed and delighted when the previously lazy student became a sudden scholar.
In medical school, while he wasn't brilliant, he worked hard and stood about average in most subjects. His post-graduation specialties were gynecology and the psychology of sexually disturbed females. In the latter subject, he rated so brilliantly that he was advised to go on to a degree in psychiatry, but that was not what he wanted, and he did not have time to devote to further studies.
On completion of his internship, during which he was careful enough to control his erotic impulses when examining attractive women, he went into practice with his father.
He found little opportunity to get at women the way he wanted to even then, since his father decided who would look after which patients, and David was not surprised that very few attractive women came his way, but went instead, to his father.
Still, there were exceptions. The first major one came when his father was knocked out of business by influenza. That evening, when one of the patients he had watched his father screwing, arrived to keep an appointment, David ushered her into his office.
At first, the woman demurred and would have left, but David assured her that he was confident he could look after her as well as his father, and made a point of showing her a partial smile and a light raising of the eyebrows.
He was quick to detect the sudden rise and fall of her breasts and knew that she was all his. He guessed too, that the surprise of finding herself in the hands of a strong young man for a change, was triggering her into a state of intense arousal.
"May I help you with your clothes?" he asked, in the tone he had cultivated that he knew to be just right for getting into the panties of the ladies.
"But, I haven't told you what's wrong with me yet," she said, showing her first, nervous smile.
"Whatever it is," he replied gently, confidently, "I'm sure we'll be better able to deal with it without your clothing in the way. Besides, with a lovely body such as yours, you needn't be afraid to show it."
"Do you mean a handsome young man like you thinks I'm attractive?" she smiled again, without nervousness this time as her hands went behind her to open the top of her dress.
"I think you have a beautiful body, Mrs. Kent," he replied, "but so far, I'm only guessing. A doctor should never guess. That zipper looks difficult, may I help you?"
Without waiting for her reply, he caught the tab of the zipper between thumb and finger and slid it down very slowly.
When the zipper reached the bottom, he admired the contrast between the taut band of her white bra, and the firm, smoothly tanned back. Farther down, he saw the waistband of white nylon panties.
His hands moved to her shoulders to push the dress off her arms. As the dress fell to her waist, he slid a strong hand around her tummy, turned her, and she came into his arms, her breasts stabbing him as their mouths mashed.
Before their kiss ended, he felt her hand clutching at the stiffness of his cock.
"Oh God, you're strong," she panted.
"Yes," he told her, "I'm very strong, strong enough for a woman like you."
In a minute, he was naked and she was able to see and feel his strength as her hand closed around the shaft of his rampant prick.
While he had undressed, she had removed her bra and panties, leaving only her garter belt and nylons on. Her body was not great, but it was good.
David had received an early training in the care and servicing of women by watching his father at work, but he had not stopped there.
There had been a lot of beautiful young women during college and later while interning in the big hospital. He had learned many things, and as he and the woman writhed on the couch he kept in his waiting room, he showed her things that his father never had and perhaps did not even know about, he guessed.
The most thrilling to her was when, after kissing the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs, he pressed his mouth to her cunt and began to lap her while his fingers dug into the softness of her writhing butt.
Even after she climaxed, he didn't ease off. Instead, he brought her to a fever pitch of passion again, then, while she lay heaving and groaning with lust, he slipped his stiff prick into her well lubricated slit and gave her a long, slow fucking that brought her to a second wild orgasm.
Later, after both were dressed, the woman told him that his father always billed her for fifteen dollars for a treatment. He did so, took her check and gave her a receipt.
Sipping a drink later and going over it in his mind, David saw flaws in his father's methods. For one thing, he reasoned, if a woman will pay fifteen dollars for a shot in the cunt, she would pay twenty-five. Depending on her circumstances, she would pay anything.
Another flaw was entering the transaction in the books and issuing receipts. After all, he mused, just because I'm screwing her is no reason I should let the income tax department screw me. What I collect in cash and don't enter on the books is all mine.
He said nothing to his father about the patient with the hot box, but the next time she called for an appointment, she insisted that it be with David.
Sensing what had happened, the old doctor had a talk with his son that same evening. Taking it all very lightly, David told his father how he had screwed the butt off the frustrated old doll and had given her the time of her life.
When the old man would have remonstrated with him for having broken the sacred code of ethics, David laughed and told him what he had first watched at the age of fifteen, and frequently after that.
Trembling, the old doctor excused himself and went to his room.
Because he had a heart condition, it was the simplest thing in the world. With his knowledge of medicine, all that was required was to take a medicine with an effect that would be opposite to that of his regular medicine.
When he found his father's body in the morning, David was not really surprised, nor was he terribly upset. Death after all, he told himself, comes to all in time. His father had lived a long and a good life, and now it was over.
He was ready to pick up the practice and apply modern thinking and business methods to it.
CHAPTER THREE
David had met Karen at a pot party a couple of months before his father's death. She was a nursing school dropout who turned from that to being a doctor's receptionist.
She was also the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and a magnificent lay who recognized no bounds when it came to having a good time.
Her favorite number was sixty-nine, and her favorite partner was either male or female, depending on who happened to be around at the time.
Almost from the outset, each recognized the other as the perfect partner so that, while there was no talk of love or marriage, both stopped playing around, and they became a thing, the hottest thing since the discovery of molten lava.
With the death of his father, David found the road wide open and paved with not just gold, but silken tits and arses and warm, moist cunt. Honest chap that he was, where Karen was concerned, if not in other matters, he told her of the situation and of his plans to take full advantage of it in the future.
"David, darling," she told him as she slid her luscious, naked body a little higher up on his so that she could whisper in his ear, "all you need now is a dependable receptionist who can help you in your dedicated career."
"Do you know where I can find one?" he teased.
"You have your hand on her cunt right now, stupid," she told him in pretended anger.
Removing his hand from her crotch, he held his fingertips to his nose, inhaled deeply, then turned on a look of surprise.
"Karen. I'm sure it's Karen." As if to test his accuracy, he sniffed a few times more. "I have a very good nose, you know."
"The hell with your nose, Doctor Denton. Right now it's your tongue I'm interested in."
"I take it you'd like to play the numbers game?" he said with a leer.
"Love to, lover man, all the way from sixty-eight to seventy."
"I warn you, the way I feel right now, I may blow a hole through the back of your neck."
"Just as long as we blow, lover, that's all that counts."
David turned on the bed then, and as he straddled her, he felt her grab his prick greedily and push the enlarged head into her mouth. A second later, his wet mouth was glued to her even wetter cunt and both were sucking greedily.
After a little while, he gave her the signal to hold back and she released his cock, reluctantly. A little after that, she tapped him the signal that she was on the runway and ready to take off, so his cock went back into her wet, warm mouth.
As usual, by employing the code, they were able to time it so that just as her thighs jerked to tell him that she was coming, he let go and flooded her mouth and throat with spurt after spurt of the thick, rich fluid of life, the fluid without which her life would not have been worth living.
Karen was still sucking for more when he gave her a couple of sharp slaps on her shapely butt to tell her to let go. She did.
A little later, he padded naked across the floor to the dresser where they kept the booze. He poured fairly strong drinks and carried them to the bed where they sat and talked for a long time.
Excitement mounting in both, they began to work out plans for combining sexual pleasure with economic development that promised the perfect life, unless and until, things came to light and the medical association stepped in and disbarred him.
"What then?" Karen asked.
"Then, we roll with the punch. There's always a way to make a buck and live the good life. We'll find it."
"It sounds as though you expect to get caught off base," she said with a bit of a frown.
"Only a fool would get into this without calculating the risks, Karen. I'm no fool."
"That, lover man, I know. If I've only met one man in all my life who isn't a fool, you're it."
"Then you're with me all the way?"
"All the way and a mile more, David. Let's set the world on fire and fuck in front of the flames."
"That's my kind of thinking, Karen baby. Nero must have been a real queer. He only played the fiddle while Rome burned."
"We'll fiddle, all right," she laughed, "but with organs, sexual organs."
The planning that began that evening, was only the beginning. There was the inevitable interruption to complete funeral arrangements and then to keep a straight, if not quite solemn face, during the funeral while the minister read the interminable service, but David managed. Karen, discreet as always, stayed off the scene during that period.
Together, David and Karen discussed every aspect of the business they were going to set up. Each looked for flaws in the ideas the other presented, then worked them out so that they could eventually come up with the perfect method of operation.
In time, they agreed that the biggest danger was the woman who would, at some later time when plagued by guilt feelings, blow the whistle and bring the medical association down on David's neck.
Through a series of such conversations, they came up with a plan to counter that. By means of movie camera coverage, and tape recordings, they could amass a counter-threat to any woman foolish enough to try to upset things.
The tape recorder would be easy. The movie camera, would involve a sucker-mirror. It would be a mirror in the room where Doctor Denton serviced his frustrated patients, but the other side of it would be a perfect window through which Karen could capture on film, the eagerness with which his female patients shucked off their clothes and begged him to screw them or do whatever else they wanted for the grossly inflated fees they were so eager to pay.
Following that, Karen resigned from her job with the nice old doctor for whom she worked, and enrolled in a crash course as a movie photographer. She learned not only how to handle the camera, but how to develop movie film.
She was bright to begin with, but her dedication added a plus to her mental ability so that, in a startlingly short time, she was fully competent to handle every aspect of the job that was to be hers.
While she was busy with her part of the assignment, David too was fully occupied. It was going to be necessary to keep some patients who came to his office for purely medical reasons, but some of them would have to be weeded out.
Under the new routine, most patients would require an hour or more in order to receive the treatment most appropriate to their needs. That being the case, he was going to have to dump a lot of the bothersome five-dollar-a-time patients that his father had held onto out of some (to David) perverted sense of duty or dedication to the profession.
In all, it required almost two months before both David and Karen were ready to turn his medical office into an antiseptic whorehouse.
But when the time came, they were prepared to do it in a way that guaranteed that it would be the best place in the city for all the frustrated matrons who longed to have their over-warm panties removed by a man, or woman, who knew just how to handle the task, and what to do after the panties had been discarded.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mrs. Parton was a new patient, one who had been sent to Dr. Denton by a regular patient who came to him for cunt therapy.
She was forty-three years old, had a figure that had been good and was still not bad, and, above all, was very nervous. Whether she was nervous by nature, or because she was trying to screw up the courage to screw, he couldn't be sure. He guessed it was a combination of both, and decided to use what he called routine number one.
"Now then, Mrs. Parton, what seems to be the trouble?" he asked in his best boudoir tone.
"I'm just so tense and nervous all the time, Doctor. I don't know what it is."
"Well, Mrs. Parton, we're living in an age of tension. Still, by finding the root of it, I'm confident we can do something about it. Are there financial difficulties involved?"
"Yes Doctor, but not in the way you think. My husband loves making money. He would need a shovel to count all he has."
"Then perhaps we have the lead we are looking for. Is your husband so busy making money that he forgets that a woman requires certain, shall we say, attentions?"
"He forgot that years ago," she said with bitterness.
"How long has it been since you had sexual intercourse with him?"
"I don't know. Months I suppose. Even then I had to ask for it."
"I take it that it wasn't very good?"
"As usual it was a bloody waste of time. He can't get a proper erection, and it's all over in a minute. Of course I don't achieve climax."
"Don't you have a lover, or any affairs?"
"No."
"Why not?" You look like a healthy, normal woman. You are beautiful enough to attract men."
"I'm also married to a wealthy man who is going to drop dead from overwork one of these days. I've put up with it a long time, I don't want to risk being divorced at this stage."
"I see you are a practical woman, Mrs. Parton.
Practical enough, I think, to work out your sexual problems and provide the content you need to be happy."
"I wish I could be as confident as you are, Doctor. I'm just a bundle of nerves, and I don't know whether I have the courage to do anything about it."
"Alone, no perhaps, but I am a doctor and it is my task to help you return to normal health, mental and emotional as well as physical."
"Oh Doctor, you can't know how much I hope you're right. I'll do anything I can to help."
"Very well, Mrs. Parton. Stand up now and remove your dress and slip."
"Here?"
"If you wish, I'll have my nurse take you into another room and assist you. She will also give you an examination gown to wear. I'm afraid examination gowns are not very flattering though. Especially to a woman with a figure as good as yours."
"Don't bother, Doctor. To tell the truth, I'd be more nervous about undressing in front of a woman."
He watched her fingers as she unfastened her dress, and saw them tremble. It was more than just nervousness at undressing with him looking, he sensed. He was sure she had a case of hot panties.
The thought of it, and the sight of her stepping out of her dress, completed the partial erection he had developed while talking to her.
And then she stepped out of the half slip and he was able to look her over in bra, panties, garter belt and sheer nylons which clung in a caress to big thighs that were smooth and looked very firm for a woman of her age.
"I can see you have taken excellent care of your body, Mrs. Parton," he commented as he got up to walk to her. "I was right in thinking you had a good figure. In fact, you're most exciting in your pretty bra and panties."
David saw her tremble violently and knew she wanted to say something, but couldn't. The reaction was not a surprising one to him.
It wasn't surprising either, that she wore a garter belt rather than the girdle that would have been more appropriate considering the generous size of her buttocks. Almost never did a woman come to him for his special services wearing any foundation garment.
He suspected that in some cases, women went out and bought a garter belt after having worn girdles for years. David understood that a woman is uncomfortable about any man seeing her take her girdle off, and very conscious of the marks it leaves on her tummy, thighs and buttocks.
As he reached the standing woman, he pressed the stethoscope to her left breast. A moment later, his other hand cupped her breast from below and raised it slightly. As he did, his hand gave it a little squeeze.
"Does that hurt?" he asked softly.
"N ... no," he felt her tremble more violently and gave the breast another squeeze.
"How does it feel, Mrs. Parton? Tell me the truth now?"
As he asked the question, he removed the stethoscope and put both hands on both cups of her bra.
"It ... it feels ... good. Oh God it feels good."
Quickly, he moved around her and with his arms around her, he massaged both big breasts as he pulled her close against him.
He knew she could feel the form of his erect prick throbbing against the sheer nylon panties, and was very sure of it when he felt her ass press back against him in response.
"You are a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Parton," he told her, his voice low, romantic.
As he spoke, one hand moved from a cup of her bra, down over her smooth, slightly rounded tummy until it slid over her panties and pressed the thick bush of her mons veneris.
"I think I shall have to give you a complete examination, my dear. For that, of course, I shall have to take off your bra and panties. Do you mind?"
"No."
"Very well, Mrs. Parton, I shall remove your bra now and examine your beautiful breasts."
David knew that unsatisfied wives were seldom undressed by their husbands. He knew too, that most women love having a man take off their bra and panties.
A little sound, something between a sigh and a cry, escaped from her throat as he slipped the first catch of her bra. He could have done it quickly, but he knew she would become even more aroused if he worked slowly. She was almost crying when he slipped the last catch, pulled the bra down her arms, then turned her around to look at her naked breasts.
This time, when he cupped them, he felt the warm silk of her skin. They were short of being beautiful, but they were good, good enough and then some as he rubbed them all over and squeezed from time to time.
"I have to test your nipples for response," he told her then.
With his thumb and forefinger, he rubbed one and felt it leap to full, hard erection.
"Ah yes, Mrs. Parton, I see it responds very nicely. I shall test the other one now."
Instead of using thumb and finger this time, he cupped the mound from below, raised it a little, then, licking his lips, took it into his mouth.
This time, she groaned more loudly as he sucked the teat. At the same time, he slid a hand around her to caress her big butt though the sheer panties.
"Do you like having your breasts sucked?" he asked as he raised his face to look into hers.
"Oh yes. Oh God yes. It's been so long."
"Do you like being kissed all over?"
"Yes."
"Then perhaps I should take your little panties off and give you a complete examination."
Without waiting for a reply, not expecting one really, David moved his hands along her body until he reached the elastic waistband of the black nylon panties.
As had been the case in taking off her bra, he slid the panties down very slowly, baring plump, solid butt cheeks a little at a time. As he did, she bent a little from the waist so that in addition to unveiling her ass, he was able to look in the mirror and see her big tits hanging full and pendulously, swaying with the movements of her almost naked body.
David loved everything about women, but especially, he was a ass man. He liked arses to be big and firm, and that was just what she had. He felt a compelling urge to give a few spanks and feel the big, silken cheeks joggle under his hand. He resisted the urge, but only barely. Next time he would do it, he promised himself, but not the first time.
Fearing the woman might be upset that he was paying no attention to her cunt, he held a cheek of her butt with one hand, while his other moved down over her cunt bush. David knew he had done just the right thing as her thighs parted.
Seeing that her panties, which were tangled around her ankles, kept her from opening her legs wide, he bent and helped her step out of them. Except for her garter belt, nylons and shoes, the woman was naked.
"It feels good to be naked, doesn't it?" David said, as he continued to rub her ass and crotch.
"Yes, oh yes. Oh God, Doctor, fuck me. I can't stand it any more."
"Of course I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Parton. My cock is very hard. I'm going to part the hot, soft lips of your sweet cunt, push my prick all the way in and give you a delicious fuck. You'll love it, but first, we are going to play. I want to make sure you come while I'm fucking you."
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes," she panted, her whole body jerking and twitching. "Oh Christ, how I want to feel your strong, hard cock inside my cunt." As if to prove the point, she reached for the front of his pants and closed her hand around the bulging form of his cock.
"You like the feel of it?" he asked.
"Oh yes, and I love to hear you say all the words like fuck and cunt and prick. Let me see you bare, naked. I want to see your cock and balls and your strong, naked body."
"Well now," he mused aloud, "I don't usually strip naked to treat a patient."
"Please, please, I'll do anything you want. I'll suck your cock, I'll suck your arsehole, anything, only strip and let me see you."
David had dealt with some hot ones before, plenty of them, but Mrs. Parton was establishing a new high. Wasting no time then, he began to undress.
As he tugged his briefs down, the woman dropped to her knees and pushed his enlarged, stiff prick into her warm, wet mouth. After a little while, he was forced to take it away from her for fear she would drain his balls before he had a chance to do his job.
"Do you like sucking cocks?" he asked as he helped the woman to her feet.
"I know I'd love to suck yours, but I've never even had one in my mouth before. It felt so good. It's so big. The head of it feels like velvet in my mouth. Do you like being sucked off?"
"Oh yes, I guess I enjoy everything about sex."
"So do I. My God, if only I could live my life over it would be different, so different." There were tears welling up in her eyes as she looked into his face.
"Come to the table now, Mrs. Parton, you're just about to be born again and start your new life. It's going to be a beautiful, exciting life, and you're going to begin it with a magnificent fuck."
And then he was helping her onto the table, one that was almost double the width of the usual examination table, and more thickly padded than most.
But still, the cunning doctor did not begin to fuck her at once. Instead, he lay beside her and pulled her warm, nude body into his arms. He kissed her many times and each was a kiss fully laden with passion.
He fondled her breasts, her butt and her thighs and, at one point, he drew a shudder of delight from the woman when he parted the cheeks of her butt, explored her crack, then slipped a long finger up her hole and wiggled it around as he moved it in and out.
"Have you ever been ass fucked?" he asked her as his finger kept working back and forth in her butt.
"No," she panted.
"I know some women who love to get it up the ass."
"Tell me about it, but don't take your finger out."
"Well, usually the woman-likes to kneel on all fours with her butt well arched. I kneel behind her, fit my cock into her arsehole, then push it all the way in until I feel my belly rubbing her butt."
"Go on," she urged anxiously when he stopped for breath.
"While I'm fucking her, I slip a hand around her and get a finger into her cunt. I rub her clitoris with my finger while I'm fucking so that we both come. The sound of a belly slapping against a big, bare butt is really thrilling."
"Oh, I'll bet it is. like spanking in a different way."
"Do you like to be spanked?"
"I don't know ... I don't think."
"I love to spank. Some women come to me just for that. I have one woman who comes every week. Each time, I scold her, take her over my lap with her skirts up and her panties down and give her a severe spanking. She loves it so much that she always comes during the spanking."
"Are there many like that?"
"More than you think. Some want to lie on the table naked, while I strap them with my belt. I can really make an butt red and hot when the woman wants it that way."
Taking his finger out of her ass then, David rolled the woman over onto her back and began playing in her crotch. After a little more playing, he drew her knees up, turned on the table and went down on her. It brought a wild animal cry from her throat.
Her big thighs were firm and silky, her crotch was roomy and beautifully warm. There was just enough woman smell to her cunt to make for tasty muff diving and he did it well, so well, in fact, that she climaxed quickly and strongly, her massive butt bouncing up and down on the table.
"Oh Doctor," she panted when breath returned, "you're too good to be tnie. I never knew any man could be like that."
"Thank you, my dear, but we're not finished yet. Let's see you open those lovely legs nice and wide again. I have something here for you."
As he said it, he took his stiff pecker in his hand and waved it at her. The woman's legs opened wide as if by some magic. In fact, there was magic to the sight of his long, strong cock, the skin pulled well back, the swollen head looking too big to fit into her slit.
In a moment, he was kneeling between her legs telling her how hot and moist her cunt was as he rubbed it with one hand while holding his tool with the other.
He waited until she cried out for it again, then, lowering himself onto her heaving, perspiring body, he fitted the head between the lips of her twat with the deft touch of a master stick-man, and then the head was inside and she was groaning with ecstasy as he fed her the full length of it.
"Oh ... what a prick ... it's so big ... so strong ... oh yes ... yes ... give it to me ... fuck me ... hard ... hard..."
Since that was the way she wanted it, that was the way he gave it to her, rough and hard, his body slamming down on her again and again.
He was able to hold back until the sudden jerking of her body, followed by the beginning of another cry, told him she was ready to take off from the launching pad.
At that moment, he gave her a few more quick strokes, then his hard belly was rubbing in her crotch as he fired a full, strong charge into her. Her legs wrapped around him and she crushed as her orgasm went through spasm after spasm and left her, finally, limp and more content than she could ever recall having been.
For a while then, he continued to lie on her while she panted and told him how great it had been.
"But Doctor," the woman said after a pause in the conversation, "you must have quite a few other patients who require this kind of treatment, how do you ever manage to keep up with it?"
"Easy, my dear Mrs. Parton. I eat a very special diet, and take supplements. As a result, in an ordinary day, I can deliver five or six charges without tiring myself at all."
"My God, what a man."
"Thank you, my dear. Remember, any time trouble strikes, you must feel free to phone your doctor for treatment. This is the sort of ailment that can be dangerous if it is not treated quickly and thoroughly."
Later, as she bent to step into her panties, he caught her around the waist and gave her a fairly hard spank on each cheek of her ass.
Although she gave a little yelp of surprise at the first smack, she went on to admit that it felt rather nice at that.
"Perhaps next time you come, I'll take you over my lap and give you a nice spanking on your bare ass."
"You know, Doctor," she said, a look of amazement on her face, "I've never even thought of it before, but now that you mention it, I think I'd like it."
Without answering, he went to a cabinet and took out a paper backed book. On the cover was a picture of a man spanking an attractive woman whose skirts were up and panties lowered to bare her behind.
"You may want to look through this," he told her, handing her the book. "It contains some rather interesting material including quite a few pictures of spankings. You can return it next time you visit."
He saw her eyes go wide with excitement as she stared at the cover illustration.
"Is this the way you spank a woman?" she asked, her eyes dancing.
"If that's the way she-likes it. If you're interested, we can try a few different styles."
"Oh Doctor, I just know I'll be interested. I'll feel just like a little girl lying over her daddy's lap with her panties pulled down for a bare ass spanking."
"Mrs. Parton, I see already that you will be a natural for the spanky-spanky game. Besides, you have a lovely ass for spanking."
"Oh thank you, Doctor. And now, about your fee."
"Just speak to my nurse on your way out, my dear. She looks after such things as appointments and fees."
Mrs. Parton was not only delighted to hand over the fifty-dollar cash fee Karen requested, but asked for the first available appointment.
CHAPTER FIVE
After Mrs. Parton left, Doctor Denton went into the next room to assist Karen with unloading the movie camera and tape recorder.
"It looked great, darling," she told him as she kissed him hotly on the mouth. "I can't wait to hear the tape."
"I think you'll find it interesting. How did she react to the fee?"
"It could have been five hundred and she still would have loved it. She wanted the next available appointment."
"Good, I think we'll move her up to a hundred fairly soon. We may as well take it while it's available."
"Speaking of money, I can't help thinking how much these films and tapes would bring on the specialty market," she said with a far away look in her eyes.
"True dear, true indeed, but I think that will have to wait until I retire. Maybe England would be a good place to peddle them, or Canada perhaps."
"Then you have been thinking of selling them, you dirty old man."
"But of course. You don't think I'm stupid, do you?"
"David darling, that is absolutely the last thing I would ever think of you. You're brilliant and devious and the most magnificent lover in the world."
"You say the sweetest things, my dear. Come to think of it, instead of doing this job right now, I think I'd much rather take your panties down and spank that sweet ass of yours. How does that grab you?" As he asked, he caressed her ass with both hands as he pulled her against him.
"Right by the cunt, darling. Shall we go into the office?"
David was about to say yes, when he noticed a boy in the parking lot outside bouncing a sponge ball off the wall. He seemed to be about fourteen or fifteen.
"I've got a much better idea, my dear. Come with me."
Leading Karen into the room where he kept most of his medical books and a comfortable couch, David saw that from the couch, they could easily be seen from the garage where the boy was bouncing the ball. With the window open, he reasoned, they could also be easily heard.
David liked the idea of spanking a woman when there was an audience. Karen, he knew, would go along with anything.
Hurrying to the window, he opened it wide, then went to sit on the couch. At once, he began scolding his nurse and telling her to take her smock off for a spanking. She obeyed instantly, but as she was removing the garment, she began pleading with him not to spank her on the bare ass.
Flicking a quick glance through the window, David saw that the boy was standing behind the big tree peering around it and into the window. He estimated the distance at about ten feet or so, perfect distance to see and hear everything.
"Is he watching?" Karen asked as she stood in front of David wearing only bra and panties, sheer, pale blue nylon, which covered her luscious ass without hiding the beauty of the perfectly moulded cheeks.
"He sure is, Karen baby and you can bet he has a hard-on right now. All right baby, down panties and away we go."
Slipping his hands around her hips, he pulled her panties down very slowly to prolong the unveiling of her ass for the benefit of the boy. He stopped when the panties stretched between her thighs, an inch or so above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons.
"Christ, what an eyeful that kid is getting," David panted as he guided the beautiful woman over his lap so that her round, firm ass was pointed directly at the window.
While he scolded her in a tone loud enough for the watcher to hear, David patted both bottom cheeks lightly, then, raising his right arm, he began to spank. Karen could take a reasonably hard spanking and still enjoy it, so he gave her that and a bit more.
The spanks were loud and well spaced, and she added to the thrill of the show by crying, pleading and kicking her lovely, long legs madly while her glowing butt bounced over his lap.
When he stopped spanking, David held the sobbing woman over his lap while he patted and rubbed the delightfully red orbs and allowed his hands to stray down to her thighs and in between them.
"Let's really give him a show that will make him go off in his pants, Karen," David said, his voice breaking with an excitement that took control of his being.
"like what?"
"like we let him watch us play hide the weenie."
"Damn it, darling, I'm so horny right now I'd screw you on 5th & 42nd."
"Then up we get, baby. We may not have that big a crowd, but we sure as hell have one interested spectator."
"On the couch?" she asked as he helped her off his lap and patted her warm butt.
"Better still, grip the arm of that chair and I'll slip it to you dog style. We'll give him a profile view so he can see everything."
"Everything is right," she grinned as she unhooked her bra, tossed it away and rubbed her breasts excitedly. "Our boy is going to get a real sex education before we're finished."
Bending over, Karen gripped the arm of the big chair and spread her feet wide apart. As she did, David opened his pants and pushed them and his shorts down until they fell at his feet.
Giving his stiff cock a few jerks to limber it up, he came up behind her then, probed in her crotch until he fitted his cock into her wet slit, then gave the first jab.
Karen always enjoyed getting screwed, enjoyed it almost as much as blowing a man, but the presence of the boy behind the tree aroused her to a new pitch as she cried out for him to ride the ass off her.
When he had fitted the full length of his prick, a very impressive seven inches plus, into her slit, he pulled her hot ass back against him and squirmed there for a moment.
Then, taking a comfortable grip on her with both hands, he began to screw her. He employed long, unhurried strokes, each of which ended with the nice spanking sound of his hard belly slapping her ass which retained the bright color and tingle that the spanking had imparted to it.
"Oooh David," she sighed, "I'm getting there ... I'm so close ... I'm ... I'm ... com ... comingggggggg ... oh ... oh ... aaahhh ... oh."
A master of timing as always, David pulled her hard against him, drove his rod deep into her, and, while they both squirmed, he fired another load and thanked his knowledge of chemistry for permitting him to enjoy another lovely fuck so soon after having serviced Mrs. Parton.
After he withdrew his spent cock and wiped it off on her discarded panties, they moved away from the window and pretended to leave the room. Watching around the edge of the drape, David saw the boy hurry toward the house. There was a plywood bin close to the house where they kept the garbage cans, and the boy made for it.
Signaling for Karen to follow, he hurried out of the room and up the stairs. From a bedroom window, they looked down to see the boy kneeling on the asphalt behind the garbage bin container.
His fly was open and he had his stiff little pecker in his hand, slowly tugging it back and forth. Seconds later, it was spurting against the wall of the house.
"Couldn't he be charged under the air pollution by-law?" Karen asked with a smile.
"Under the circumstances," David replied with a serious expression and tone, "I don't think we could make the charge stick."
"Perhaps not, darling," she grinned impishly, "but that lad sure made the bricks sticky. Is it true that he is going to grow hair on the palms of his hands?"
"If that were true, Karen baby, every man in the world would have hairy palms."
For a while, they continued to play word games while David poured drinks and they sipped, with Karen still nude except for garter belt and panties, and David naked from the waist down.
But while Karen played a full part in the conversation, only half her mind was on it. The other half was thinking about the excited boy who had watched the spanking and fucking from behind the tree.
Before very long, she vowed, she was going to lure the boy not only into the house, but into her cunt as well. He had not-likely ever seen a naked woman before, she guessed, and the prospect of seducing him was so exciting that it brought her close to another orgasm.
"How old were you the first time you screwed, David?" she asked with a pensive expression.
"Sixteen."
"How old was she?"
"I don't know. Somewhere in her forties, I think."
"You must tell me about that."
He didn't have a chance though, because just then they heard the bell ring. Karen sprinted to get her smock and admit the next patient while David took his time about getting his shorts and pants back on.
He wasn't concerned about the danger of not being able to raise an erection for her. This patient, he knew, would be delighted with a spanking and fingering to climax.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, while David was making rounds at the hospital in keeping with his policy of maintaining a legitimate practice, Karen went into the library and began watching for the boy who had viewed her spanking and fucking the previous afternoon.
She guessed that having made such a score the previous day, he would return often in hopes of seeing the same thing again. Since it was summer vacation, she reasoned, there should be nothing to stop him.
Disappointed that he was not in sight, she left the room and went back to her reading. Every few minutes, she decided, she would check the window. On her third check, she saw him bouncing his ball and flicking a glance toward the window she had opened.
Her plan had already been worked out. Turning her back to the window, she coughed loudly, then unfastened her smock. She pulled it off her shoulders first, then held it there and allowed him to wait for it.
When she was content that he had waited long enough, it fell down her back and she tossed it onto a chair. She wore black bra and panties that day, and, as she bent to check on her nylons, she knew she was giving him another big thrill.
Following her carefully prepared plan of seduction, Karen walked slowly out of the room. She was confident that the boy, seeing her smock still there, would wait for her to return for it. Instead, she walked to the closet and picked up another. In seconds, she had it on and was heading for the side door to put her plan of seduction into action. As she walked, Karen felt her thighs rubbing, she was horny and trembled at the thought of how she was going to take the boy into the house and seduce him.
"Hello," she said brightly as she rounded the corner of the house and caught him by surprise behind the tree.
For an instant, he tensed and she feared he was going to make a run for it. Instead, he stood there, seemingly rooted to the spot.
"Hello," he mumbled in reply, his head down a look of obvious discomfort on his face.
"Don't look so afraid. I really don't bite, you know," Karen told him in a light tone, a warm smile spreading across her beautiful face.
Over the next few minutes, Karen gradually overcame his nervousness to the point where he talked to her with much less hesitation. When she managed to draw a wide smile from him, she decided it was time to take the second step.
"Oh hell, Peter," she said with a bit of a shrug, "that big place is so empty right now and I'm bored. Come on in and have a Coke with me."
At first, the boy attempted to beg off, but Karen was persuasive and the boy soon went into the house with her, not even guessing that the lovely woman whose body he had seen the previous day being both spanked and fucked, would soon not just show him her body, but offer it to him in the act he had heard about from other boys, but had never tried, or even expected to for years to come.
In the kitchen, she went to the fridge and got a Coke for the boy and a Seven-Up for herself. Pouring half of hers into the sink, she refilled the bottle with vodka and led the boy into the doctor's office.
"You see, Peter," she grinned as she sat opposite him on the edge of the examining table while he took the chair she offered, "a doctor's office isn't really an unpleasant place at all, is it?"
"No. I guess not. I never liked doctor's offices before."
"And were you afraid of nurses?" she asked with a little grin as she crossed her long legs so that he could enjoy a look at her thighs.
"I don't think so. Most times, nurses don't hurt you."
"Of course they don't, Peter. In fact, I remember one boy about your age, in fact, his name was Peter too, come to think of it. He wouldn't say I hurt him." She made the statement with an expression which spoke volumes and was obviously exciting to him.
"Well, he..." She stopped and moved two long, graceful fingers over her lips. "I really don't know whether I should tell you the story or not."
"Aw, come on. It won't hurt to tell me," he urged.
"Well," Karen hesitated and recrossed her legs, noticing his eyes staring as she did, "if you promise not to tell."
"I won't. I promise."
"Well, this man came to the doctor's office where I was working, and told me that he had a fifteen-year-old son that he wanted to learn all about sex. You know what I mean?"
"I ... I guess so," the boy stammered.
"You know, Peter, about men and women and how they make babies and all that."
Despite the fact that he was blushing, Karen saw that he was more than interested in her hurriedly fabricated story that was calculated to lead him into bed.
"Well," she went on, again crossing her long, lovely legs, "I asked him how far he wanted me to go in teaching his son, and you can imagine how surprised I was when he told me he would pay me a hundred dollars to take all my clothes off for the boy and go all the way with him."
"You ... you mean everything? All your clothes?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Bare naked. I guess I'm quite a sight with all my clothes off. Have you ever seen a woman bare naked, Peter?"
"No," he answered with a note of awe in his voice.
"I guess all boys want to see a naked woman, don't they?"
"Yeah. I often think about what a woman would look like without her clothes. Especially a pretty one like you."
"Anyway, I took off my smock for the boy when we were all alone in my bedroom, and all I wear under it is my brassiere and panties and nylons. I guess he liked what he saw.
"I gave him the first part of the story of sex, then told him to go ahead and feel me up. Boy, you should have seen him feel me. I wear panties that you can see right through and really feel through. I could tell he had a real hard-on."
"Go on," Peter urged hotly.
"I had him take all his clothes off then, and I saw his hard little cock sticking straight up. It felt kind of exciting for me to think that in a few minutes he would be sticking it in my warm cunt. You don't mind me using words like that, do you Peter?"
"Gee, no. You make it sound so exciting. I never heard a woman talking like that before."
"Well you see, Peter, I'm a nurse. Nurses and doctors talk together that way all the time."
"Do they?"
"Oh sure. And we fuck each other a lot too. Yesterday, the doctor took me in the other room and spanked my bare ass for being late for work. After that, he made me bend over a chair and fucked me from behind. It's kind of fun being fucked that way when your ass is hot from being spanked."
Karen reasoned that since the boy would know she was telling the truth about yesterday's spanking and fucking, he would believe everything she told him.
With that established, she went on to tell him that when a man made love to a woman, he sucked on her tits, licked the crack of her butt, tongued her hole and sucked her cunt until she came, and that only after he had done all those things to her, did he actually push his cock into her cunt and fuck her.
"Did you let him do all those things to you?" he asked.
"Oh yes, and he loved doing it. Of course all men adore doing those things to a beautiful, bare naked woman."
"Boy, I'd sure love to," he panted, wiping perspiration from his forehead.
"Would you, Peter? Would you like to see me with my smock off? I have only my little bra and panties on."
"Oh yes, please, please."
Uncrossing her legs, Karen stood and turned her back to the boy. As she slid the zipper down the front of her smock, she knew how the sound of it must be thrilling him. She did it slowly, then opened the smock wide, stood for seconds with her back turned to him, then allowed the garment to fall to the floor.
The sheer, black nylon panties did not completely cover her lush butt cheeks, and what they did cover was clearly and excitingly visible through the fabric.
Looking back over her shoulder, she watched as his eyes darted all over her, from her nylon sheathed legs, long and lovely, all the way up over the fullness of her panties and her smooth tanned back where the taut band of her bra added an extra dimension of excitement to her near nudity for the boy.
Slowly then, she turned around and gave him the front view. She saw him gulp and tremble at the sight of her and his excitement was quickly communicated to her which added to her mounting arousal.
"Peter," she said gently, "because you seem to be such a nice boy, I'm going to give you the whole hundred dollar lesson for nothing. I warn you though, you have to be very good at everything I allow you to do."
"Oh I will, Miss. I promise."
"All right then Peter, take all your clothes off."
He hesitated for just a moment, his eyes moving over her body like fingers, then he began undressing while she watched him.
Karen was an experienced woman who liked big, stiff pricks, but there was a special thrill at seeing his hard little one, jerking with excitement.
"You have a nice little cock, Peter," she told him as she took it into her hand. "After today, you will often think of me and when you do, you'll pull yourself like this, won't you?" she asked as she gave his cock a few jerks.
"Yes," he admitted shyly.
"It's right for a boy to pull himself off, Peter. It's much better if he has something nice to remember while he's doing it. Something nice and exciting like me in my bra and panties. Come and feel me all over now."
The boy almost fell in his anxiousness to feel her up. Only the previous day, he had considered himself the luckiest boy in the world as he watched the beautiful woman having her panties taken down and her pretty, bare ass spanked. Now she was giving him the whole fleshy package to handle all he wanted and with a promise of so much more to come later including sucking her tits, butt and cunt, and then actually fucking her.
As he fondled the cups of her bra, her lush boobs danced and bounced for him like live things. He thrilled at the way the white globes pushed farther out of the black lace cups as he squeezed and pushed upward.
And then he was trembling at the feel of her thighs both through and above the sheer nylons, her silken inner thighs, and then her panties and the delicious looking cheeks of her ass.
As he rubbed the lovely ass he realized that he had not previously heard of men licking women's arses, but she made it sound so exciting that he couldn't wait.
"Do you like me, Peter?" she asked gently.
"Oh yes. You're the prettiest woman in the world. This is the greatest, you letting me feel you all over like this."
"I'm glad, Peter. Your hands feel good on me."
"Can I feel right between your legs."
"Yes, dear."
"All the way up?"
"All the way up my crotch, dear. You may rub your hand right across my nylon panties and feel how my cunt makes them warm and very silky. I'll just open my legs a little wider."
She moved her feet apart, opened her crotch wide, then watched as he crouched to look up into her crotch and begin rubbing her twat through the sheer nylon. It felt good and she told him so as she wriggled a little to get him aroused even more.
"Do you ever get spanked at home, Peter?" she asked.
"Not any more, but my kid sister does."
"Tell me how she gets her spankings."
"Mom just flips her skirt up and takes her over her lap with her panties down and smacks her ass and makes her howl."
"Do you ever see her getting her bare ass spanked?"
"Not very often. Mom usually takes her to the bedroom to give it to her."
"When you do see her getting spanked do you sometimes wish you were spanking her on her bare ass and making it all hot and red?"
"Yeah, I sure do. I never spanked anybody. I never even saw a woman's ass."
"Then I think I'll give you a real treat, Peter. I'm going to let you pretend you are my daddy and I am a naughty little girl. Can you imagine a little girl with a ass like mine?"
"Wow."
"That's right, Peter. You will take my panties down and put me over your lap for a bare ass spanking. I want you to spank nice and hard and make me cry just like the doctor did yesterday when you were watching from behind the tree."
She saw him blink at that and wondered whether or not she should have let him know that she had been aware of his presence during her act with David.
"That's all right, dear," she told him. "I saw you out there and figured it would be fun to put on a nice little show for you. I asked him to spank me and then fuck me so you could see it all."
"But why?"
"It's just something to do for fun, you know, getting spanked and fucked while you know someone is peeping at you. I like it."
"Boy, it sure was something to see. I never saw fuckin' before. I didn't know you could do it that way. I thought the woman had to lie down on her back with the guy on her belly."
"Now you know different. There are dozens of ways to fuck and they're all good. Sometimes when we want to fuck a different way, the doctor sits on a chair and I sit on his lap facing him. I just fit his prick into my cunt and slide up and down on it until I come and he shoots his cream right up my twat."
"That's the part of you I really want to see. Can I?"
"In a little while, Peter, I'll let you look right in. First though, I want you to take my panties down and give me a hard spanking on my bare butt. You'd better make it good, if you want the rest of the treats I promised you."
"You really want me to spank hard?" he asked in obvious disbelief.
"Yes, Peter. I like the man to make me cry when he spanks my ass and makes it red and hot all over."
And then she was leading him to an armless chair and telling him to sit. His hands trembled as he pulled down her panties and he saw the bushy cluster of her mons veneris inches from his face.
"That's where your face is going to be in a little while, Peter," she told him. "A woman smells nice there, especially after the man makes her horny as you're going to do by spanking me and sucking me all over."
She draped her lush body across his young thighs and made a point of rubbing against his cock as she did. The boy trembled and she wondered if he was going to go off all over her without even having seen her cunt, let alone fuck it.
And then he began spanking, forgetting all about the fantasy she had told him to employ. Still, it didn't matter to her. She knew that as his hand slapped from cheek to cheek, he was going out of his mind with aroused passion and that was enough for her.
"Harder, Peter," she urged after the first few spanks.
Fearing to anger her by not spanking hard enough, the boy put much more zing into the spanks and soon had her sobbing, then crying and kicking as the lush rounds that had been a pure white, blossomed into a bright pink, then graduated to a bright rosy red.
"Jeez," he panted from time to time as he felt his open palm meeting the silken full moon of a ass cheek, "what a ass ... what a ass ... oh jeez."
When Karen began to cry, Peter would have stopped spanking her, but she would not permit that.
"It's just getting good now, Peter," she panted, "give it to me ... smack my butt ... oooh ... oh ... oh ... hard, Peter, hard ... ow ... ow ... oh ... SMACK ... SPANK ... SLAP ... SLAP..."
Only when she couldn't stand the fire of one more slap, did Karen throw herself off his lap. Kneeling, she rubbed the warm, tingling cheeks with both hands, her wet eyes shining in ecstasy as she stared directly ahead at the boy's throbbing little prick and his full, hard looking balls, filled with juice and wanting to explode.
Reaching behind her back, Karen unfastened her bra and, as she stared into the excited eyes of the boy, she allowed it to fall off her arms. When he gave a little cry at the sight of her naked breasts, she twisted her body so that the firm, silken, pink-tipped beauties danced and bounced for him.
"Yes, Peter, this is what tits look like. Imagine what a mouthful will feel like." As she talked excitedly, she used both her hands to rub them "Come on and play with them now, dear."
The boy almost fell over as he dropped to his knees in front of her and stopped the conical beauties from swinging by catching them in both hands.
While he rubbed and squeezed her tits, she squirmed in passion and kept telling him how wonderfully her ass was tingling and how nicely he was handling her tits.
Wanting more then, she caught his face between her hands and licked his mouth until it was very wet. With her right hand, she caught her right breast from below, pulled him down with a hand on the back of his neck, then, with a cry of lust, fed the erect pink nipple and surrounding creamy white base into his mouth.
"Oooh baby, suck, suck." Her hand rubbed the back of his head and neck as her body pushed and jerked, pushing more and more tit into his mouth. He loved it.
"You've got a good mouth, baby," she said urgently. "In a minute, it's going to be my hot, red ass, then my steaming hot cunt."
And then, after he had sucked both her nipples until he made them feel raw, Karen took his face away from her and he watched in awe as she walked the few steps to the examining table where she lay on her tummy, her lush ass framed by her garter belt, the suspenders pulling her nylons tightly around her firm thighs in a caress.
"There it is, Peter," she panted. "You've made it hot and pink, now come and make it wet with your lips and tongue."
Peter was quick to accept the invitation and, as he held her warm, writhing body with both hands, his mouth bathed the lovely, silken cheeks.
And then, without being told, he drew the fleshy globes apart and cried out at the sight of her delightful pink hole.
"It's pink," he gasped.
"Yes, Peter, a beautiful woman has a cute little pink arsehole, pink like lips. Lick it first, dear, then try to curl your tongue right into it."
Karen moved quickly then, and raised herself to her knees so that her deliciously curved butt was arched out over the end of the padded table and wriggling in anticipation of being reamed. Reaming was one of her favorite games, and she didn't care whether the owner of the reaming tongue was male or female.
In fact, the tongue did not even need to be a human one. She had taught her poodle to lick both her arsehole and cunt and had frequently been lapped all the way off by the darling dog after he had made her arsehole tingle with his rough little tongue.
But now it was Peter's tongue that was driving her out of her mind with lust. After giving the pink ring a nice licking, he began trying to force his tongue into it. As he did, she felt his hot breath bathing her crack.
"Oh Peter ... oh ... your tongue is in ... oh lick baby ... lick ... oh my butt ... my ass ... oh ... fuck ... fuck..."
And then, without warning, Karen was turning over on the table and, as he trembled with desire and an excitement he had never known, Peter stared into her wide open crotch and looked at her hot, hairy cunt.
To give him a better view of it, she opened the pink lips with her fingers and showed the soft red meat of the interior.
"Get your mouth down on this, honey," she panted. "I just love being lapped. Get your tongue right inside and lick up all my lovely cunt juice. It will make your cock grow."
Eagerly, the boy pressed his face into her crotch as she threw her lovely legs up in excitement. At first, he found the odor strange and slightly unpleasant, but then, in the way of the male, he grew accustomed to it.
He licked well, his tongue finding her clitoris with most of its greedy thrusts, while his whole mouth sucked, trying it seemed, to pull her entire cunt into his mouth.
"Oh baby," she panted, "you know how to suck ... Peter baby ... suck ... suck..."
Her words thrilled him as much as the sight and feel of her body. He was delightfully lost in the silken nest of the first female crotch he had ever seen, and he wanted to stay there forever.
"Oh baby ... I'm going to ... uh ... come ... I'm ... I'm come ... cominggggggg."
She heaved and plunged like a wounded animal as Peter, holding her as best he could with both hands, kept his mouth glued to her steaming hot cunt.
In her violent writhing, her wet cunt rubbed not only his mouth, but massaged his entire face leaving it wet and wonderfully sticky and warm.
"Oh Peter, baby," she sighed when she finally stopped writhing, "you sure know how to go down on a woman and make her go off with a bang. Christ, I came right from my armpits."
Peter was thrilled at her words of praise. For the first time in his life, he felt like a man rather than a boy. This was the same beautiful woman he had watched being fucked by the doctor the previous day, and now she was his woman. He had sucked her tits, butt and cunt, had spanked that lovely bare ass, and soon he would be fucking her.
"Do you want it now, Peter?" she asked.
"Want what?"
"Do you want to stick your stiff cock in my cunt and fuck me?"
"Oh yes. Boy, do I ever want to fuck you."
"If you prefer, I'll blow you instead."
"I'm not sure what you mean?"
"I mean I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you shoot your cream down my throat. I like blowing a nice stiff joint as much as being fucked with it."
"Gee, that sounds great, but I've always wanted to find out what fucking is like."
"Sure thing, Peter. Maybe some other time I'll blow you. Get on me now and stick that hard little prick right up my slit."
Perspiration bathing his body and hers, the boy began his climb onto the table and the woman. Her thighs parted wide in erotic invitation, her body became a warm silk bed of flesh.
Fumbling in her crotch, he found the fleshy slit that was still wet from his mouth. More easily than he expected, he fitted his cock into her inviting cunt and, in a moment, it was all the way in and their bodies were rubbing hotly.
As he began to stroke, his prick sliding easily, wetly, in the clinging warmth of her cunt, she began to move in an easy rhythm with him.
And then, too soon, Peter knew he was going to come in her and that his game would be over.
Sensing this, Karen brought her long legs up and wrapped them around his trembling body. He tensed all over, then she felt him spurting strongly in her cunt and listened to his boyish moans of completion.
Her legs crushed him, but he loved it. Even when his balls had been emptied, he strained, trying to find more to shoot into her cunt. She patted his ass lightly then, and rolled him off her.
"And there you are, Peter," she said with a smile as she sat up. "That's how it is between a man and a woman. Did you enjoy it?"
Fighting for breath and words, he tried to tell her how great it had been, and she smiled as she listened.
With the boy following her, Karen walked to the sink and, standing with her legs well apart, calmly washed and dried her crotch. When she finished, she used the same cloth to wipe his limp little prick.
Bending him under her left arm then, she gave his smooth young ass a shower of brisk spanks, then told him to get dressed.
"Boy," he panted as he watched her dressing, "I'll bet I get a hard-on every time I see a nurse from now on. Would all nurses do it with me?"
"I'm afraid not, Peter. Still, when you get a chance, I suppose you could slip up close to one and ask her if she would like you to go down on her. Some will take you up on it."
"Yeah?"
"Sure, some but not all. You may even get a slap in the face once in a while, but just think of the thrill of watching a nurse taking off her clothes so you can suck her cunt and tongue her arsehole."
"Boy, that's really something to think about."
"If that doesn't work, maybe you can make a deal with your sister. I'll bet she'd love to see a boy shooting, and would love to have her cunt licked and sucked. She may even let you spank her bare ass."
"Hey, that wouldn't be bad."
"One thing though, you mustn't fuck her. You know you could knock her up that way."
"Yeah. I'll remember."
"You can have her pull you off, or suck you off, or you can ass fuck her. All of those things are safe."
"Can I come back and see you again?"
"Maybe, but I'll decide on that. When I have a chance and when I'm in the mood, I'll call you in, if you happen to be outside. By the way, I won't mind if you have a friend with you. In fact, I think I'd like it better that way, as long as you can trust him to keep his mouth shut. It's always better having two cocks instead of one."
And then she was closing the door behind him and Peter was not really walking, but floating in his wonderful new world of sex.
There were going to be so many wonderful things for him to do from now on, with his sister and with women he would meet on the streets.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"My God, David," Karen exclaimed, "you aren't going to screw her, are you?"
"Of course not. You don't think I'm a sex maniac, do you?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds that I may get my ass spanked if I tell the truth."
"Smart thinking. Actually though, I am going to do everything else including eat her virginal little pussy. It should keep you very busy with the camera and provide us with another nice movie."
"Imagine her mother delivering her into your hands. I wouldn't be surprised if she really wants you to crack the girl's cherry."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. Her mother was concerned about the girl and knows what an understanding man I am."
The woman concerned, was Mrs. Kent, the first patient he had ever screwed, while his father was still alive. Now, her problem was her sixteen-year-old daughter, Sandra.
Having returned to the house earlier than expected one evening, the woman had been sure she heard the sound of a spanking. As she hurried to investigate, she made enough noise to alert the girl.
The look of guilt on her daughter's face confirmed her suspicion that something was amiss. The next time she went out, she left a portable tape recorder switched on.
What she found on the tape later, frightened her. The girl had engaged in a fantasy in which a stern man scolded her, ordered her to strip naked, then spanked her with his hand and with her mother's wooden-backed hairbrush.
Through the fantasy, she obviously gave herself a hard spanking so that she sobbed and cried with considerable feeling. At the end of the spanking, she obviously fingered herself until she climaxed with loud sound effects as the man first forced her to take his cock in her mouth, then fucked her while she pleaded for mercy.
Having played the tape over twice, David knew just how he was going to handle the girl. He had assured her mother that it was not necessary to have the girl see a psychiatrist, but that, instead, he would give her a couple of detailed sex lectures so that she would have a greater understanding of the thoughts which disturbed her.
David had made quite a show of looking hurt when the woman, who came to him regularly to be fucked, asked for a promise that he would not take advantage of her daughter.
"There she is now," Karen said excitedly, as the bell rang and she slid off her desk with a nice show of thigh.
At once, Doctor David Denton became a picture of the sedate, rather fatherly family doctor. That was exactly what Sandra Kent saw as Karen ushered her into the office and hurried to the other room where the movie camera and tape recorder were set up and ready to go.
David was quick to put the girl at ease with casual conversation before gently telling the girl that her mother had really sent her to him for a series of sex lectures and a routine physical examination.
He began by quizzing her on her knowledge of sex, as well as her necking habits. She told him, as her confidence grew, that once she had allowed a boy to feel her breasts through her bra, and that she let him feel her legs, but made him stop just short of her panties.
Leading her along cunningly, David watched as the girl's excitement mounted. He spoke in detail of various sexual practices and told of women who came to his office asking him to participate with them in sexual games including sexual intercourse.
When he felt that the time was right, he brought the discussion around to spanking as sexual play. Confident that he had her so aroused that she would go along with anything then, he produced a book which featured pictures of women and girls being spanked by men and women. As she looked at the pictures, he saw that she was trembling with arousal.
Sandra was standing, leaning over his desk to look at the book. His hands caught the hem of her skirt and slip, and drew both garments up easily. She gave a little gasp.
"It's all right, Sandra," he told her gently, "I'm going to take you over my lap and give you a nice little sample spanking. It will be good for you."
She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
"Hold your skirt and slip up nice and high, dear," he went on in the same compelling tone, "so I can pull your pretty little panties down to bare your ass for its nice spanking."
As if hypnotized, the girl caught her fucked up clothes and held them. Before taking her panties down, he fondled her firm ass cheeks through sheer nylon.
"You have a lovely ass, Sandra," he told her, his hand still rubbing and patting. "I'll just spank you enough to turn it pink."
He lowered her panties very slowly and breathed a sigh at the sight of the perfectly rounded ass cheeks as they came into view. The shadowy valley of her crack thrilled him as his eyes followed it all the way down and under her luscious young ass.
She gave a little sob as he drew her down onto his lap and stared at the delightful way in which her garter belt framed her cute little ass.
Holding her with his left hand then, he began to scold her the way she scolded herself before her self-spankings, then delivered a moderate spank to her right cheek.
The cheek was firm and yielded delightfully under the force of the spank. She gave another little sob and began squirming. It was the signal he had been waiting for. He began to spank in earnest then, not terribly hard, but not too lightly either. Under the well-spaced spanks, her ass flowered into a lovely shade of bright pink that was just approaching bright red when he stopped spanking and began to fondle and caress the tingling cheeks. Bending then, and pulling her up at the same time, he covered her warm cheeks with wet kisses.
"Did you like your spanking, dear?" he asked warmly.
"Yes," she told him between sobs.
"Is it better than spanking yourself?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"It doesn't matter, dear. Would you like it if your mother spanked you on the bare ass."
"I ... I don't know. I wouldn't want her to be mad at me, but I guess I'd like it. Only," she added as an afterthought, "I know she'd never do that. She never spanked me in my life."
"Perhaps if she had spanked you when you were a little girl, you wouldn't enjoy it so much now. Still, there's nothing wrong with enjoying a nice spanking, lots of people enjoy it."
"Is that true?" she asked, her eyes still brimming with tears.
"I'll give you a demonstration."
The doctor pressed a button on his desk and, in a moment, Karen walked into the office.
"How would you like me to warm up your pretty bottom for you, dear?" he asked as Sandra looked wide-eyed from him to the beautiful nurse.
"Oooh, that would be nice. You haven't spanked me in more than a week."
As she talked, she opened her smock and stepped out of it, stunningly beautiful in skimpy bra and panties.
"Wow, what a figure you have," Sandra said with a note of reverence in her voice.
"Thank you, Sandra," Karen smiled. "You have a honey of a figure yourself. By the time you're my age, you'll make men go off in their pants just looking at you."
The frankness with which she made the statement caused Sandra to blush, but it thrilled her at the same time. The two were treating her like a woman and she loved it.
And then the doctor was taking Karen's panties down and drawing her across his thighs. In a moment, his big hand was slapping from cheek to cheek as her butt glowed through various shades of pink to bright red.
She cried for quite a while and kicked wildly before he stopped spanking.
"Now Karen," he told her as he helped her to her feet, "let Sandra feel how hot your ass is."
David held the nurse as she bent over while Sandra, at first nervously, then avidly rubbed the lush ass cheeks with both hands while her eyes feasted on the beauty of the woman's buttocks and thighs.
"All right, Sandra," the doctor interrupted her feeling of the woman's butt, "Karen will help you undress for your medical examination now."
Although she appeared very nervous, the girl made no protest as the nurse helped her out of her clothes. The fact that Karen had not put her smock back on helped some.
"How about her garter belt and nylons, Doctor?" Karen asked.
"I think we can leave them on, they don't cover much of her beautiful young body, do they?"
"No, they don't," she replied with a smile as she patted Sandra's bare behind. "They don't cover those nice pink cheeks anyway."
Advancing on the girl then, the doctor took her shapely breasts into both hands.
"I want to test your nipples to see that they erect well," he told her.
As he did, he began rubbing both the nipples and the firm white hills on which they perched. Almost at once, they came to life and grew hard and surprisingly long for one so young.
Bending, he closed his mouth over one and sucked the hard teat into his mouth where he then lashed it with his tongue.
"Do you like that, dear?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she panted, squirming, as his strong hand held her writhing ass.
After he had sucked both teats, the doctor told his nurse to help Sandra onto the table for her vaginal examination. A minute later, Sandra lay on her back on the table, her legs bent, feet in the stirrups which held her legs wide open to reveal fully, the intimate secrets of her smooth, warm-looking crotch.
Without using the rubber glove a doctor would normally wear for a vaginal probe, he parted the lips of her little cunt and inserted a finger.
"I see you were telling the truth about being a virgin," he told her.
"Yes," she panted, her ass moving up and down on the padded table.
He made it bounce with greater vigor then, as his finger began to stroke her clitoris.
"I shall give you a more thorough examination now," the doctor told her.
Her eyes went wide with surprise as the doctor moved up on the table and, licking his lips, moved his face into her crotch. At first, she felt his hot breath on her twat, then his mouth was there, pressing, sucking, his tongue licking in her slit.
She cried out loudly and her butt came right up off the table. Moving quickly, Karen stood over her and fondled her lush young tits with both hands.
"He's the best cunt lapper I've ever known," Karen told her. "Just relax and let him make you come."
Sandra couldn't relax under the circumstances, but she did come and it was the strongest one she had ever known. It left her weak but with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face.
Getting up then, the doctor left the room to thread another reel of film into the movie camera and check the tape recorder.
Removing her own bra and panties then, Karen got up onto the table and told Sandra in an excited whisper about the joy two women could find by doing to each other what the doctor had just done to her.
Allowing David time to get the camera ready, Karen was both strong and gentle as she brought the trembling girl to the appropriate position so that they could go down on each other.
Writhing on the table, woman and girl sucked each other off until both came with a series of cries and groans while, from the other room, the depraved doctor recorded it all on film and tape.
When David returned to the room, he whipped off his white jacket, pushed down his pants and shorts, and sat on the edge of the table. While the stunned girl watched, Karen dropped to her knees in front of him, pushed the swollen head of his prick into her mouth, and sucked him off.
As he began shooting his load into her, Karen's mouth and throat showed that she was drinking greedily from his meaty fountain.
After that, Karen and the doctor drove Sandra home to talk with her mother. Mrs. Kent poured drinks, and the four sat chatting over them.
The woman was visibly shocked at first, when the doctor told of how he had spanked her daughter and how both he and his nurse had gone down on her.
Cunning as usual, David convinced the woman that since her daughter had reached the emotional and physical stage of sexual curiosity, it was better that her needs be met at home and with persons who could be trusted, rather than in cars with careless teen-aged boys.
Convincing her that she should spank her daughter and allow her daughter to spank her when the mood was on them, was simple.
"Then let's have a little demonstration," he said, gulping the last of his drink.
By way of demonstration, David took Mrs. Kent over his lap with her big, mature butt bared and spanked her, while Karen bared her beautiful ass for a spanking from the girl who delighted in spanking someone else for the first time.
Switching, Sandra spanked her mother while David and Karen watched, she with his stiff tool in her hands. After Sandra received a spanking from her mother, they all stripped naked with the doctor supervising the performance.
While mother and daughter watched, he spread Karen out on the couch and went down on her. His educated tongue and mouth soon had her crying through her climax with her long, shapely legs kicking furiously.
When Karen recovered, she took woman and daughter down on the rug and showed them how to achieve the classic sixty-nine position with each other. It was obvious that the woman knew she should resist performing such an act with her own daughter, but she was beyond that point. They ate each other greedily, noisily, their nude bodies writhing until both came. Their cries of ecstasy muffled each in the crotch of the other.
As they moved apart and would have gotten up, David went down on his knees behind the woman, guided her onto her hands and knees, then rammed his stiff bone into her slit, dog style.
While his belly slapped her massive, pink butt, his hard, throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her wet slit, the other two watched in fascination.
Before leaving that evening, David advised the woman to put her daughter on the pill right away, and to let him know when she was ready to have her virginity disposed of by the family doctor who was prepared to go to any length, including the full length of his prick, to ensure the well-being of his patients.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As his fame spread among the ranks of dissatisfied wives, widows and spinsters who could afford his special treatments, David found it more and more difficult to maintain his more legitimate practice.
Gradually, he referred his 'straight' patients to other doctors so that he would have the time and energy to cope with the demands of his wealthy, sex-starved patients.
While his regular clients, trained by his limitless imagination in sexual matters, wallowed with abandon in orgies of lust, with or without
Karen joining in, depending on their tastes, the newer ones were invariably nervous and required skilled guidance.
They were his favorites. He could spot a hungry one every time. He could read her condition in her nervousness, the way she would keep glancing around the office as if she were expecting her husband or children to walk in and catch her in the act.
Respecting her need and her discomfort, he never took advantage of their state to tease them or to act cruelly in any way. The game offered plenty of enjoyment by playing it honestly and gently guiding them along to the point where the woman begged him to strip and fuck her.
It never ceased to amaze him how well-dressed, cultured matrons representing some of the city's best families, could throw off inhibitions so completely and stand naked, legs wide apart while they used every four letter word in the book to describe sexual hunger and pressing, cruel need, while he took out his stiff cock to wave with a promise that could cause them to weep with joy.
Ellen Young was, in many respects, typical of those who came to his office after hearing whispers about the special services that the good doctor provided and how well he provided them.
At forty-three, she had retained much of the facial and physical beauty that had made her one of the most beautiful young women in the city when she married the rising young politician.
Although he applied himself to his chosen career and worked day and night at it, her husband never made it beyond mayor of the city, avenues to higher positions were closed to him by the boys in the back rooms who charted such courses.
But achieving that goal cost him any hope of a happy marriage. In the early years of their marriage, they made love often enough to produce three children, which he saw as being a political asset, but after that, he never seemed to have the time nor the energy.
After enough failures to lure him into bed for sexual gratification, his wife gave up. In view of their relatively prominent position, she couldn't have lovers, so the woman, like so many other wives of busy men, was forced to settle for masturbating either with her finger, or a candle or some other artifical prick.
As she lay naked in her lonely bed, she would read one of the books she was forced to keep hidden from her husband and the maid, then, when passion reached its height, she would become the heroine of the story she had read as she opened her legs wide to admit her lover into the burning heat of her cunt.
Her candle man was always strong and long and could screw her as long and as often as she wanted, but though it brought some measure of satisfaction, it wasn't the real thing.
One day, when a close friend dropped a hint about a swinging doctor who specialized in making unhappy ladies happy in the best possible way, Ellen pressed for details. When she got them, she hurriedly phoned his office for an appointment. She was accepted because she had been referred by a regular client, and because the doctor liked the thought of stripping the mayor's wife, playing with her and fucking her.
David read all the signals the moment Karen ushered her into his office, then went into the next room to await the right moment to go into action with the camera. She turned the tape recorder on right from the start.
As usual, the woman started by talking about being tense and nervous. Gently, as always, David began to probe for the reason even though he knew it at first glance. Still, he was not so unkind as to diagnose hot pants as boldly as that. It required his deft touch to do it in a way that would not hurt or humiliate her.
Moving the consultation so smoothly that she was hardly, if at all, aware of what was happening, the doctor soon had her discussing intimate details of her sex life. His easy, warm tone relaxed her and helped her find the courage that was required to answer the more and more intimate questions he asked.
"You do masturbate, of course, Mrs. Young," he said at one point. "Do you use your finger, or some other object?"
Blushing, she admitted that she usually used a candle, but sometimes used her finger.
"Don't be uncomfortable about telling me such things," he told her in a reassuring tone, "more women and men than you think, masturbate."
"You're very kind, Doctor, and very understanding," she told him, her eyes swimming.
"I'm not either, my dear. I am merely being honest. A woman has the right to a healthy sex life, it is payment for all the responsibilities she assumes with marriage.
"When those needs are not met by a husband or a lover, then they must be met in some other way. A man can always engage a prostitute to meet his needs, but it is more difficult for a woman.
"As a result, she does the best she can, she masturbates while living a fantasy in which a strong lover is making love to her. Isn't it that way with you?"
"Yes."
"Sitting across the desk like this makes me feel like a school principal lecturing a student, and I'm sure it keeps you from being comfortable as well. Let's sit on the couch so that it will be more like a friendly chat. I find that most important when discussing nervous disorders with a sexual base."
He gave her his hand in assisting her from the chair, and gave a barely perceptible squeeze so that she was not sure whether he had done so or not.
"You appear to have a lovely figure, Mrs. Young," he told her as she sat on the couch. "I would imagine there are many young men who turn to look at that figure and those beautiful legs."
She blushed and lowered her head a little. "If so, it doesn't do me any good, Doctor, but it is nice of you to say so."
"I can see that you have taken excellent care of your body over the years. It's a wise woman who does that."
For the next few minutes, he guided the conversation carefully as the degree of intimacy was increased while they smoked a cigarette.
"Before prescribing any course of treatment, Mrs. Young," he told her, crushing out his cigarette, "I should give you a thorough examination. Would you remove your dress and slip please?"
Standing, she paused nervously, her fingers unable to do what was required of them.
"Would you prefer to undress in another room and put on a gown?" he asked gently.
"No," she replied quickly. "I'm sorry. I'll take them off."
As she stepped out of her dress, David's eyes went to the fullness of her black bra. It would have surprised him if she had worn any other color since a woman bent on being seduced, he had learned, almost inevitably wore black.
Was it strictly because of the alleged seductive powers of black lingerie, he wondered, or was it a subconscious mourning of the death of her morality? It struck him as an interesting point, but he pushed it out of his mind as the woman began to push the black half-slip down over very nicely curved, firm looking hips and thighs until it fell at her feet and she stepped out of it.
Sheer, black nylon panties hugged a behind that was as beautiful as he had expected. like most women coming to him for sexual gratification, she wore a garter belt rather than any foundation garment.
Already, his cock had reared its hungry head and was straining in his pants, but in spite of that, and even though he knew he could take the woman then and there, he played out the doctor role so that the whole experience would be better for her. After all, he reasoned, she was paying a fat fee, and it was up to him to ensure that she got her money's worth for it.
With his stethoscope, he gave her the usual examination and, in passing, noticed that she seemed to be in excellent health. If her blood pressure was up a little, it was hardly surprising under the circumstances.
From time to time as he examined her, he managed to brush some portion of her nicely fleshed anatomy. Each time he did, she shuddered with sexual arousal that was almost a scream to be fucked, roughly, brutally, but that was not his way unless the woman demanded it.
"Turn your back to me now," he told her then, "I want to check your thorax."
Standing behind her and having her hold her arms above her head, he put both hands around her waist and held her with the tips of his fingers just inside the waistband of her nylon panties.
"Breathe in deeply, then breathe out slowly," he told her.
She drew a deep breath, and at that moment, he pulled her back against him. As he pressed on her belly with both hands, his stiff prick rubbed against the seat of her panties. David knew that she could feel it through his clothes and hers.
Instinctively, her ass pressed back against him while his hands pulled her back to him.
"How does it feel?" he asked her in a whisper.
"Oh Doctor," she was panting then, "it feels so good. Oh my God it feels good."
"It will be better in front, won't it?" he asked her as he rubbed her with it again and felt the answering gyration of her plump buttocks against him. "Turn around now."
As she did, he saw that her face was flushed with passion. Pulling her into a passionate embrace, he kissed her mouth wetly and slid a hand around her behind to pull her against the lump of his stiff tool.
"Yes, Mrs. Young," he whispered then, "I shall strip you naked now and take you to the table for a real probing. Feel how hard my cock is, my dear, I shall probe deep in the warm heat of your sweet cunt with it. Is that what you want, my dear?"
"Oh yes, Doctor. God how I want it. You're so big and strong. I want you to fuck me as I've never been fucked before. Please let me touch it."
He slid the zipper of his fly down and hurriedly pulled out his rampant pecker: Her hand closed around it, then with a little cry, she dropped to her knees and began to kiss the swollen, throbbing head.
While she did that, David began to undress. With some women, he merely pushed his pants and shorts down and gave it to them that way, but this one, he sensed, was sensitive and required her man to be naked with her for maximum thrill.
"Oh God," she panted as he moved away from her and took off his pants and shorts, "I can't believe it. I can't believe that you are going to make love to me with your magnificent, strong body. Oh Christ, what a delicious cock. I've never taken one in my mouth in my life, but I could suck you off and drink every drop."
"Some other time, that would be nice," he told her. "For this time though, I'm going to press it deeply into your sweet cunt and we shall share a lovely fuck."
"Oh yes, yes," she was panting as he unfastened her bra and took it off for her before bending to strip her panties down her silken thighs and legs.
As the panties fluttered down, he caught her with both hands, one hand caressing a cheek of her bottom, and the other between her thighs, feeling the building heat of her so long neglected cunt.
Helping her out of her panties then, he assisted her onto the wide, padded table. Without hurrying, he began then to kiss and fondle her entire body. Between kisses, he whispered words of beauty and love to the woman who writhed in a passion such as she had never known.
Even in the early days, she realized her husband had never been so ardent or competent a lover. The man's hands and mouth made her body sing. She was young again, young and beautiful and in love as a strong, handsome man made love to her.
The cheeks of her big, but firm and well rounded ass nestling in his hands, he knelt astride her kissing the silken skin of her inner thighs while her body heaved in an erotic, horizontal dance under him.
But then it was not just her thighs he was kissing. She cried out loudly and kicked her legs at the touch of his mouth on the sensitive lips of her fully aroused cunt.
And then she cried even more loudly as his tongue went inside and began lapping while his hands under her ass urged her body upward to meet his delicious oral assault on her burning twat.
She came quickly and with a force that was frightening. It seemed to her like dying, then suddenly being reborn to the delightful sensation which filled not just her crotch, but her entire body as well. Even her breasts seemed filled with love and content, bigger than ever before and twice as beautiful to the touch as she rubbed them with both hands.
"I didn't know it could be like this," she told him then in a voice she was barely able to recognize as hers.
"It will be better yet, my dear. You will rest now, then I shall make love to you. You are a lovely woman, my dear, and it thrills me to make love to you. Is your cunt still hot and hungry?"
"Oh yes. It's never been so hot before."
"It will be hotter in a little while, my dear. There will be a feeling of liquid fire in it when you come again with my cock buried to the hilt inside it."
"Will you be able to make me come again?" she panted.
"But of course, my dear. Your first climax was just to blow off all the built up pressure. The next one will be even better, you'll see."
His hands became busy on her body then, building her fires of passion toward her next orgasm, the one that was going to happen while his prick stroked in the hot slit that he was then rubbing with one hand.
"You're almost ready, my darling," he whispered into her ear. It was not a term that he frequently used while treating his women patients, but in this case, he sensed, it was an essential part of the therapy. She needed that, needed to feel that she was really being loved with full, genuine emotion as well as physically.
"Now, darling," he panted hotly as he moved into her crotch and her legs opened wide to accommodate his body. "I am going to give it to you now, dear. That's it, darling," he went on as he found her wet slit and eased the head of his strong cock into the opening. "Here it ... uh ... comes."
Ellen cried out again, a cry of sheer joy as she felt his stiff, throbbing rod push up into the starving opening of her cunt, filling and stretching her as neither her husband or the candle had ever done.
She couldn't really be sure whether his cock was really that big, or whether memory had distorted size. Still, her body told her he really was that big, that everything about him was great.
Stretching out on her, alternating between holding his weight off her, then slamming down hard on her body, he screwed her with an easy, steady rhythm, using long, strong strokes of his educated cock until she was crying with ecstasy and pleading for him to go on fucking her forever.
David wasn't able to make it last forever, but he did bring her to another orgasm. While she was coming, he stopped fucking and merely pressed down on her lush body, holding her and whispering exciting things as she came with a long series of spasms which shook her whole body.
And then he began stroking, faster this time as he felt his own ejaculation approaching, and wanting to give her an exciting final ride before blowing off inside her steaming hot cunt.
With a long groan and a series of short grunts, he went off then and felt her legs wrap around him in a crushing embrace. He deposited a good charge into her before he fell on her, breathing heavily, his body and hers wet with their mingled sweat.
Before she left, Ellen Young asked for an appointment for the following week.
CHAPTER NINE
"I don't know whether or not you should take this one, David," Karen commented as she handed him the notes she had taken during the telephone conversation with the woman who had called for an appointment.
"Why not?" he asked, looking up and taking the paper from her hand.
"Call it a hunch, if you wish. I just think this one smells fishy."
"Perhaps she only needs a douche," he kidded. "Besides, you know I don't really believe in female intuition."
"Okay, David, I can't stop you, but I shudder at the thought of a plant sent here from the State Medical Board."
"I'll tell you what, Karen. I appreciate your concern, and I know I'm getting a bit too greedy. I'll play this one real cool until I see which way the wind is blowing with her."
"Thanks, darling," she said as she patted his cheek. "We have a real thing going for us. I'd hate to see anything spoil it for us."
"Face it, Karen," he said then as he pulled her down onto his lap. "It's only a matter of time before some frustrated matron shoots off her mouth to her husband or someone else. When that happens, I'll be disbarred."
"Doesn't that frighten you, David?"
"I'd rather it didn't happen, but it doesn't frighten me. When it happens, and it will, I'll find another way to service the dear ladies. Besides, with the pile I have salted away now, we could take a year off and just have fun without worrying about business."
"It sounds nice, dear, but where could we have as much fun as we have here?"
"True. Isn't it hell when your work is so much fun that you don't want to take a vacation?"
"Yes, darling, but such nice hell, and you're such a lovely devil."
"Me, a devil? I don't see even a trace of horns," he said, smiling, as he patted his head.
"You may have only one, darling, but it's a honey," she grinned as she squirmed on his lap.
"Just as long as my horn makes you horny, sweet, I'll be quite content."
"Me and about five others a day. I don't know how you can do it, but keep it up, I love the life."
"You take your pill every day for one reason, baby," he grinned as he slid a hand up her thigh, "I take mine to keep up my strength and my pecker. It won't let me down."
He was just about to take his pants off and prove his point when the bell rang to remind them that another patient was due.
Fastening her smock and straightening her hair, Karen tried to conceal her sexual arousal as she went to admit the woman. Alone in his office, David stood and tucked his bone at a more comfortable angle so that it wouldn't be too obvious.
"Ah, Mrs. Pitrowski," he greeted her warmly as Karen ushered her into the office. "I'm pleased to see you looking so good today."
She didn't really look any better than usual, but he was careful to keep the woman happy. At forty-five, she was rich, a little too wrinkled around the face, bored, and married to a man who had struck it rich in construction and apartment building speculation just after the second world war.
She was a petite, puffy blonde with a girlish voice and a mentality to match. She was also one of his kookier patients.
While most women came wanting to be fucked or to have him go down on them, or both, her desires were not nearly as simple as that.
The game she paid well to have played involved her being a little girl with a ribbon in her hear, wearing only bra and panties.
The door had hardly closed behind Karen, when she began taking her dress off. Despite her wrinkled face, she had an interesting body, just a bit too puffy, but with good skin and well curved.
"Can we start right away?" she asked in the little girl tone that he found most annoying except when he was spanking her woman ass and listening to the little girl crying and pleading.
"But of course, my dear. My, what pretty little panties you have on today and what a nice bra."
Her lingerie was very plain pink rayon, just right, she felt, for the little girl role. And yet, the full loads contained in bra and panties were anything but girlish. Above all, it was her chubby, smooth ass that David liked.
Not only was it big and smooth, but nicely firm, compared to the general puffiness of her. Of all the women he spanked, she was his favorite. Her skin was very sensitive, and she cried from the first spank, in the manner of a very young child.
Despite that, she insisted that each spanking consist of at least one hundred hard smacks. After that number, it was up to him how many more spanks he applied to her behind before letting her get off his lap.
"Come sit on daddy's lap now, Susie," David said as he sat on the wide, padded, armless chair he inevitably used when spanking her, "and tell daddy everything you did today."
"Oh yes, daddy. Would you like to feel my nice pink panties first?"
Since she asked, he knew that was what she wanted, so as she stood beside his chair, he reached to fondle her panties with both hands. While one hand toyed with her butt, the other worked between her widely parted thighs, feeling the silken heat of her already aroused pussy.
"They are very nice little panties, Susie dear. Bend right over and show daddy how your chubby ass stretches them."
At once, the woman bent from the waist so that the man saw her chubby butt threaten to destroy the sheer fabric.
"You look very pretty that way, Susie," he told her. "I can see the shadow of your crack very clearly." As he spoke, David traced a line along the length of her crack with his finger, pausing at one familiar point to push his finger so that through the rayon, he could feel the ring of her hole.
"Oh, that feels so nice, daddy," she sighed, wriggling her pink rayon-sheathed behind so that David felt his prick rise, strong and anxious.
"Now Susie, daddy will give your little cunty another little rubbing, then you come and sit on my lap so we can have a nice chat."
After his hand had rubbed in her crotch for another minute or so, he helped her onto his lap and began to cuddle her. He kissed her cheeks and neck, and the soft swells above and between the straining cups of the plain bra. As he kissed, his hands fondled other areas around her thighs, behind and crotch, while she squirmed in delight and told him how nicely her daddy felt her.
"Now tell me what you did today, Susie," he said gently as one hand closed over a cup of her bra and squeezed.
"Well, this morning I went to play in the barn with Johnny."
"Susie, you know daddy told you not to play with Johnny. He's a dirty little boy."
"I'm sorry, daddy, I guess I forgot."
"Then just to help you remember, daddy will have to take your little panties down and spank you on your bare ass-ass."
"Oh daddy, it hurts when you spank my bare ass-ass. You know it makes me cry."
"Yes, dear, daddy knows, but he must spank you to make you a good girl. Tell me what else you did."
"Well, let me see, oh yes, I pulled up my dress for him and he rubbed my panties all over. It felt nice."
"What else, Susie?"
"Then I let him take my panties right off so he could play with my ass and my cunty. He-likes to play with them and it feels so nice."
"Keep going, Susie."
"Well then he took off his pants and his underwear so I could play with his bird and his balls and his ass and everything."
"How did you play with them, Susie?"
"Well, first I played with my hands, then I took his bird in my mouth and sucked it until he shot a whole lot of nice thick cream in my mouth. His cream is nice and warm, daddy. I just love to suck his prick."
"Did you play any other games with Johnny?"
"Well, I guess I did let him lick my little cunty quite a bit. That feels nice too."
"I hope it felt nice enough so that you can think of it while daddy is spanking you on your bare ass-ass, because that is what he is going to do to you."
"Oh daddy, must you take my little panties down and spank my ass?"
"Yes, Susie dear, you know that."
"Oh daddy, don't spank me. I'll be a very good little girl and I won't let Johnny even see my cunty again."
"We have to make sure you remember that, Susie. Turn over on my lap so I can warm up your ass through your nice pink panties."
Sobbing, she turned over on his lap, the picture of a frightened little girl preparing to receive a spanking from her daddy. Before commencing to spank, David rubbed the firm cheeks through the body-warmed rayon, and gave each a firm squeeze.
Holding her with his left hand then, he began to spank the seat of her panties. She began sobbing at once and was soon crying, her chubby legs kicking, her full body rubbing over his thighs.
After he had administered a dozen spanks to each round cheek of her big butt, he told her that she had been properly warmed up for her spanking and that she was to get up and strip naked for the real spanking.
Sobbing, real tears running down her cheeks, she stood rubbing her already tingling behind for a few seconds, then took her bra off. Her tits were big, and reasonably firm, with well developed, elongated nipples centered on the swirling, brownish aureoles.
They bounced nicely as she bent then to push her panties down and step out of them, naked and already pink-arsed from the preliminary spanking.
As was their regular custom, the nude woman then knelt between his legs as he fondled her tits and recited a long list of all the erotic things she was not permitted to do. It included allowing boys or girls to play with her cunt and butt, sucking cocks, or letting the boys stick their cocks into her arsehole or cunt.
Each time he listed another forbidden act, she would repeat it in a sweet, innocent, childish tone and promise that she would not do it. Through the entire charade, he kept fondling and squeezing her teats so that the nipples became greatly elongated, each looking like a hard little prick.
At the command then, she went over his lap again for the real spanking, the one that would hurt her and cause her to cry loudly and plead for a mercy that was not really wanted and would not be granted.
After giving each warm ass cheek a feel and a little pat, David began to spank her. He spanked hard and the slaps resounded through the room in accompaniment to her loud crying and her pleas that daddy please stop spanking her poor ass.
But of course, daddy did not stop, not even when his voice tolled the count of one hundred. Her butt was then completely aflame and glowed brightly, but still it was being held in position for more and more stinging spanks from his hard hand.
From the adjoining room, Karen watched the show and thrilled to the sights and sounds of the spanking of the girl-woman. It always excited her to see the performance with Mrs. Pitrowski,' but this particular day, she was extremely horny.
Standing close to the window with her panties off and her smock wide open, she was busily engaged in fingering her cunt. There was no point in filming the act, since that had already been done. As a result, she was free to diddle herself with one hand, while rubbing her butt with the other, pretending that it was her ass that was being so soundly spanked.
When she came, she pressed her thighs tightly together, imprisoning her hand until it hurt. After a little, she released the pressure, gave her cunt a little rub with her flat hand, then stood straight to resume watching.
In the office, David was helping the crying woman off his lap. Clutching her flaming butt with both hands, she was dancing an obviously painful jig around the room, her big tits bouncing and slapping against her chest.
Seeing David opening his fly and taking his stiff cock out, Karen knew just what to expect. Even though she had often watched him doing it before, she knew how horny it was going to make her, so she slipped a finger into her cunt again, found her clitoris and began to stroke it.
"Put your panties on now, Susie," she heard him tell the crying woman.
Alternately drying her tears, sobbing, and tugging at her panties, the woman pulled them up until they clung to her body. Around the cuffs of the little pink panties, Karen saw bright red where David's hand had strayed beyond the smooth area they covered.
"Are you ready for daddy to sprinkle your panties now, Susie?" he asked.
"Oh yes, daddy," she sobbed, "make them nice and sticky for me."
"All right, Susie, stand still now."
She stood perfectly still as the man wrapped his right hand around his cock and began to pull himself.
Watching, Karen remembered an earlier time when she was still a virgin. There had been a boy friend with whom she necked. Although she would not fuck for him, she did allow him to roam freely with his hands under her blouse and skirt.
After he had reached a certain point of arousal, he would take his cock out and, while she stood holding her skirts up so that he could see her panties, he would pull himself off and send his semen spurting into the air.
Watching David frigging himself for the woman always brought back the thrill of those long-ago dates and sent shivers of excitement emanating from the hotness of her cunt.
Mad at herself for having timed it badly this time, she was not yet ready to come when she saw the spurts of David's cream shooting onto the front of the woman's clinging panties.
After taking a couple of spurts on the front of her rayon panties, she turned quickly so that the doctor could direct the remainder of his emission over the tightly clinging seat of them.
While he finished shooting onto her, the woman began to rub the front of her panties, spreading the semen as far as it would go. Her fingers sticky with the rich fluid, she went on rubbing, a dreamy expression on her face.
Moving closer to the woman's behind, David squeezed the last drops of semen out and rubbed the head of his cock on her panties. Using both hands then, she reached behind her and massaged the semen over the entire, flaring surface of her panty clad butt.
Satisfied then, the woman picked up her bra and fitted her heavy tits into the cups. She pulled her dress on, and Karen understood why she wore a flaring skirt rather than a fitted sheath which would have permitted the moisture of her panties to seep through.
Karen was not one to condemn the sex habits of others, since she too believed that anything that was fun was fair game, but she couldn't understand why the woman liked to have a man jerk off on her panties, when she could make much better use of him by taking his cock into her cunt or her mouth, two methods which found great favor with her when in the presence of a man with a hard-on.
She hurried back to the reception desk then, to accept the woman's payment and book her next appointment.
"How does your ass feel?" she asked with a little grin as she slipped the bills into the top drawer of the desk.
"Positively yummy. He has to be the best spanker I ever knew."
"You can say that again, dearie," Karen said with a dreamy expression of her own. "In fact, I'm going right in now to get myself a nice spanking. Listening to you getting it has made me very horny."
"Lucky you to be working with him all the time," the woman sighed, then took her leave until next week.
Hurrying into his office, removing her smock as she went, Karen almost threw herself over the doctor's lap and got the spanking she wanted.
CHAPTER TEN
The thought of the long day ahead caused a sadness in Karen. David was away and would not return before late that night or the following morning. Even though he had cleared his appointment calendar for that day, she had to remain close to the office to take phone calls.
She managed to survive the morning, but knew that the afternoon would be twice as long. By way of diversion, she set up the projector and decided to run off a few of their choicest reels to entertain herself.
When she was ready to roll with the first film, she decided that a drink would make it even more enjoyable, so she went into the kitchen to get one.
Glancing out the window, Karen almost dropped the bottle as she spotted Peter and an older boy in the parking lot tossing a ball back and forth.
Peter glanced toward the window and she caught his eye. As she did, she waved him to the house. The two boys were almost running as they headed for the side door. As for Karen, she was no less anxious than the boys, as the twinge in the crotch of her black nylon panties told her.
It wasn't easy to carry her glass without spilling, as her hands trembled with sexual anticipation at the thought of all she could do with the two boys.
They were breathless as she opened the door and ushered them into the house. Gn the face of the bigger, older boy, she saw a look of disbelief and guessed that he thought Peter had been lying in his story of the afternoon of seduction with the beautiful nurse.
Peter introduced his friend, Mark, and Karen invited them both into the house.
"I'll bet you thought Peter was boasting, Mark," she said with a teasing grin. "I'll bet you thought he just made up the whole thing about the beautiful nurse, didn't you?"
"I guess so," he said, hanging his head as if in shame or confusion.
"Am I as beautiful as he said?"
"You sure are," he almost panted.
"My legs are nice too, Mark, but I'll bet Peter told you that too." As she said it, she slowly drew the hem of her smock high up her dark, sheer nylon-sheathed legs until the boys saw a band of naked flesh above the fully expanded tops of her nylons.
"Man," Mark panted, "I sure see what he meant. Did he really do all the things he said?"
"All of them, Mark. Look at my mouth." She formed a red, wet O with her full lips. "Can you just imagine being bare naked with me and pushing your prick between my lips?"
"Jesus," he gasped.
"Or picture yourself looking right into my crotch, then kissing and licking and sucking my cunt. I really have a sweet cunt, Mark. Ask Peter, he tasted it before he fucked it so nicely."
"Show me your cocks, boys," she said smiling with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Take them out and let me see them. It's the price of admission."
Peter took the lead and slid the zipper of his fly all the way down. Seeing that, Mark began to follow suit. Moments later, Karen was looking at two fully stiffened young pricks. She was delighted to see that Mark's was quite a bit bigger than Peter's.
She took one in each hand and held them as she listened to their labored breathing.
"That's what I like to see, boys," she said, smiling, "one stiff cock in each hand. I suppose I'll feel them somewhere else in a little while."
While the boys got Cokes for themselves, Karen sipped at her drink and chatted with them. Mark, it turned out, was no more experienced than Peter had been. He told how he had once been in the bushes and peeked at a woman when she took her panties down and squatted to pee, but that was the limit of his sexual experience.
"Cheer up, Mark," Karen told him, "by the time this day is over, you will be a very experienced and happy young man. I can promise you that."
Putting her glass down then, Karen calmly unfastened her white smock and pulled it open to give the boys a good look at her in bra, panties and nylons. She was able to wear black nylons because there were no patients that day so that regulation white was not called for.
Her body moving with its usual grace, she shrugged the smock off her shoulders, allowed it to slide down her arms, and took it off with a flourish. Giving a little spin on her high heels, she tossed it aside like a matador spinning his cape.
"Now it's your turn, boys," she said looking from one to the other. "I've seen your stiff cocks, now let me see you bare naked."
Again the older boy looked to Peter for guidance, and followed his lead in undressing. Having them stand in a series of nude poses, Karen admired their strong young bodies from every angle.
Although she knew David would break her neck if he ever found out, she decided she was going to show some of the movies to the boys. Since they were from a lower social and economic class than the doctor's patients, shefelt safe in assuming that they would not recognize any of the women in the films.
Risk or not, she decided, she wanted the experience of sitting between the two naked boys to watch the highly erotic films. It would, she told herself, set the tone for the afternoon. With luck, she should be able to make both boys come twice, it was just a matter of how she would choose to do it.
After refilling her glass, she invited the two boys to feel her up a little, and they were more than eager to oblige. Since it was the first time for Mark, she allowed him extra time in the area covered by her sheer panties as she watched how his erect prick kept twitching with excitement.
"Are you really going to let me..." he paused, "you know," he finished lamely.
"You have to say the word, Mark. I want to see you look at me and say it right."
"Are you going to let me ... fuck you?" he managed nervously.
"Yes I am, Mark. Where do you want to stick your cock to fuck me?"
"In ... in your cunt."
"That's the way, Mark, you're learning fast. Yes, dear, I'll let you push your stiff prick right up my horny slit and fuck me until you shoot your juice right up my belly. Do you think you'll like that?"
"I sure will. Can we do it now?"
"Not just yet. I have a special surprise for the two of you. Come with me and I'll show you what it is."
In the room where the projector was set up, she told them to move the couch so that it faced the screen. When it was in place, she sat in the middle of it and invited one boy to sit on each side of her, close enough so that both could touch her, while she could touch them.
With everything in place, she got up and closed the drapes so that the room would be dark enough, then flicked the switch and brought the screen to life.
While the boys panted and gasped, they watched a scene in which the doctor took a naked woman over his lap and spanked her ass until she was obviously howling in pain. After the spanking, the woman got up on the table and as she lay on her back, Karen came into the room wearing only bra, panties and nylons.
Going to the end of the examining table, she played with the woman's cunt for a little while, then went down on her. The woman made a big fuss when she came, so the boys had no difficulty understanding what was happening.
After that, the woman turned on the table so that she was on all fours. Kneeling behind her with his pants down, the doctor fitted his big cock into her cunt, dog style, and went on to give her a sound fucking.
To both the boys, it was a wildly exciting movie. After it was over and the projector had been turned off, they were anxious to talk about the movie and to find out if Karen had more such films.
"Sure, I have plenty more," she told them. "Of course, before you see them, there is the little matter of paying a price for the pleasure."
"What is it?" Mark asked.
"I want to give you both a nice spanking like the woman in the film got. Do you want to go first, Peter?"
Pleased at seeming to be the leader of the two, the boy volunteered to be the first to have his behind spanked while lying over the luscious thighs of the woman.
She spanked him briskly and had him sobbing by the time she stopped and called Mark to come to her for his spanking.
Using his prick as a handle, she pulled him to her and brought him down across her lap with his bare butt just to her right. Because he was older, she spanked him a little harder and was pleased with herself when she heard him cry.
Having achieved that, she added only a few more spanks, then helped him to his feet. When she did, she saw that his prick was no longer hard, but guessed it would not take long to get it that way again.
Going over to Peter, Karen had him remove her bra. She saw Mark's eyes feasting on her suddenly naked breasts, then watched his excitement mount as she told him to come and get her panties.
"You want me to take them right off?" he gasped, unable to believe his good fortune.
"That would seem to be the idea, darling," she teased. "I think it will be nicer if you kneel down to do it. That way, your eyes will be closer to my cunt. Maybe I'll pee in your eye if I feel like it."
He didn't seem to take the threat seriously though, as he dropped to his knees, his cock fully stiffened again as he ate her up with his eyes.
He saw the triangle of her pussy fur through the sheer nylon, then his hands were at the waistband, stripping them down.
Mark gave a little cry as he bared the front of her body. Thrilled at his reaction, she opened her legs as far as her panties would permit, then with her hand on the back of his head, pulled his face into her crotch. She felt his breath, hot between her thighs, and felt him inhale the hot odor of woman crotch.
"All right, Mark," she told him, rubbing her hand through his hair, "take my panties off now. Later, you will have your face right in my crotch and you will eat my hot pussy for me."
Trembling, he lowered her panties to her ankles, felt his way down her thighs and legs, then, as she rested her weight on him with her hand, he pulled the discarded panties off her feet, looking up for greedy glances in her crotch as he did.
"Peter, dear," she said with a smile, "you won't mind if I let your friend muff dive me first, will you? You may play with my tits while he sucks me."
Peter seemed more than pleased with the arrangement, and, as she stretched out with her lush ass on the edge of the couch, her legs wide apart and up in the air, Peter knelt close and claimed her waiting tits with both hands which suddenly became very busy.
Below, the older boy knelt peering in disbelief into the wonder of the first female crotch he had ever seen. He had seen pictures of cunts, but they had not prepared him for the joy of his first glimpse of the real, warm looking thing.
There was more than just the hairy slit and the pink lips to admire though. Below her twat, he saw the lower slopes of luscious ass cheeks. Remembering the story of how the doctor had spanked her bare ass, he wondered how it would feel to spank so lovely a ass and turn the luscious white cheeks to pink.
"You've looked long enough, Mark," Karen told him with a trace of irritation in her voice, "get your face into my crotch now and suck me off."
His body suddenly went weak, and the boy almost fell into the position she wanted. As his hands went out to catch himself, he found them pressed closely around her and heard her long drawn sigh as he pressed his face hard into the welcoming, perfumed warmth of her crotch.
The lips of her cunt were warm and moist against his mouth so that he kissed even more eagerly. And then his tongue was working into her slit where it found a greater intensity of taste and moisture. From the first taste, he loved eating cunt and knew he would want to go on doing it for the rest of his life.
While she urged him on, he lapped and found the sweet fluid growing with every suck. Her butt bounced up and down wildly and he sensed that her lust was at least as great as his own.
Mark heard muffled groans for a few seconds before he realized they were coming from him.
He didn't bother stopping, he liked the sound, muffled as it was by the silken confinement of her crotch, silky and getting wetter from the mingling of their juices.
"Keep your tongue going, Mark," she urged as her body rose against him.
Not knowing exactly what she wanted, he licked doubly fast and hoped that would satisfy the beautiful woman whose cunt he was sucking.
"Ooh ... ooh that's good, Mark ... suck, baby, suck ... ooh I'm getting close ... close..."
And then her butt carried his face up as she gave one great heave and he heard her scream. It told him that his lapping of her twat had been well done and had brought her what she wanted.
As he watched and listened, Peter kept his mouth full of warm tit and sucked like a greedy baby.
"I think I'll have you go down on me too, Peter," she said in a little while. "After that, we'll get the action going with a bit of fucking."
She surprised him then by getting up and telling him to lie on his back.
"But how can I suck you this way?" he asked.
"I'll show you, Peter baby, I'll show you."
By way of showing him, the woman threw a leg over him, perched above him with her crotch and butt directly above him, then brought her cunt down.
"Special delivery, Peter," she laughed. "This is much better than free delivery of Chinese food. Suck,baby."
As her cunt rubbed his mouth, Peter realized what it was all about and began lapping her as he reached around her to clasp the cheeks of her ass with both hands and pull her crotch down even more tightly around his face.
Karen came quickly and was tired, but not too tired to keep the boys busy.
"All right, boys," she told them, "I'll fuck one of you and suck the other one off. I'm thirsty. You decide which way it's going to be."
While she watched and listened, the boys decided that since Peter had fucked her and Mark had never fucked, Mark would get her cunt this time, while Peter would explore the joys of having his joint sucked.
"Okay, Peter," she smiled, "you first. Just think, baby, your very first blow job. Give me a nice drink."
Pushing him down on his back, she licked her lips, then bent over him and, with her lips only slightly parted, pushed the head of his cock into her mouth so that it felt to him the same as pushing his cock into her cunt.
As she bent over the boy, her jaws working while she sucked, Mark hurried behind her to first play with, then kiss her arched, wriggling butt. When he saw how much she enjoyed it, Mark went on with his kissing and licking of the lush cheeks, and, after a little while, parted them to see her tight little pink ring of arsehole.
He had heard of ass fucking, and wondered if it would be fun to stick his prick in there and feel her ass against him while he worked his tool in and out of her dirt chute.
And then he heard his friend beginning to groan and hurried around to watch him shooting into the woman's mouth.
Watching the motions of her smooth throat, Mark knew that she was swallowing Peter's cream as fast as he could shoot it into her.
"Kee-rist," he exclaimed aloud to no one in particular, "it must be something to have a woman suck your cock and drink the juice."
Looking at his friend, Mark saw a look of ecstasy on his face that told him it must be quite a thrill indeed.
During the rest of the afternoon, Karen showed the boys two more movies. To aid in hurrying their re-arousal, she put her bra and panties back on, reasoning that partial nudity was more exciting to the male than the complete thing.
Between movies, she refilled her glass and sipped while the boys fondled her body and watched the action on the screen.
After the third film of the day, Karen began to tire of her juvenile companions. Still, she did want another fucking. The one Mark had given her after she had blown Peter had been too fast to be any good.
Noticing that they were both showing signs of revival, she decided she would help them along by having them take turns lowering her panties and spanking her bare butt.
Peter was first to take her over his lap, and before the spanking finished, she was thrilled to see that he was hard again.
"All right, Peter," she told him as she stood rubbing her tingling ass cheeks, "that's a nice little bone you have there, do you want to stick it in my cunt and give me a ride?"
He did. Tired as he was from having gone off in her mouth earlier, he lasted a long time, long enough to give her a good orgasm and leave her feeling nicely satisfied.
It was Mark's turn to spank her then, and she went over his lap eagerly, noticing that his prick was already semi-hard and would require little more to put it in good fucking condition.
He spanked her hard enough to make her cry, and Mark was more than ready to bury his bone when he helped her off his lap, his pulses pounding at the sight of her red behind.
"How do you want it, Mark?" she asked.
"Would you let me stick it up your ass?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear that she would be horrified at the suggestion.
"Swell idea, Mark," she told him, panting. "Right up the ass like a hen. I haven't had a good ass fucking in a long time."
Moments later, she was kneeling on all fours as the boy knelt behind her and fumbled with his cock until he pushed the head into her crack and began probing for the pink portal of her butt.
"Ooh, that's it, Mark," she sighed. "You're in. Give it to me, baby, push hard, drive it all the way up my chute."
Panting and sweating, the boy rode her like a dog on a bitch in heat, a part she played as well as he did. He too, required a long time to reach his second charge of the day, so that by the time he rubbed up against her hot behind and pulled it hard against him, Karen felt that her arsehole was raw and just sore enough to feel right.
Telling the boys to get dressed and go home, Karen went into the kitchen and poured herself another drink. After it was finished, she had a luxurious bath and went to bed.
She slept like a baby that night, albeit a well-fucked baby.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Convincing Mrs. Kent that her daughter really should get rid of her cherry was as simple as Doctor Denton had known it would be.
During one of her regular visits, he made the suggestion to her just after she had stripped naked and was lying with her feet in the stirrups waiting for him to go down on her and lap her.
At that stage, he knew, she was ready to accept just about anything he could say to her, since she was in no mood to argue. Her mind was on her cunt then, and the thought of knocking off her virginal, sixteen-year-old daughter Sandra, was getting the better of him.
"But isn't she too young?" the woman protested faintly.
"Of course not. You and she go down on each other, don't you? Why shouldn't she have as much fun as you?"
"I don't know, Doctor. It just seems so wrong to me somehow."
"Would you rather have some clumsy teen-ager stick it in her in the back seat of a car and make her think it is a painful and messy affair? My way, she will enjoy a big orgasm the first time."
"My God, are you serious? All I did the first time, was cry, it hurt so much."
"That's what I mean. I'm an expert. I can teach her the real joy of being fucked by a good man so that she won't settle for anything less."
A few minutes later, with her agreement that he would go to her home and fuck her daughter, David went down on her and lapped her until she cried out with joy. After that, he got on top of her and gave her a royal fucking which really sealed the deal.
The following day, the girl appeared at his office to have her hymen prepared for fucking so that there would be no pain when the time came to take his prick into her virginal slit.
He stripped her naked for the minor surgery, then both he and Karen went down on her and left her weak from her two orgasms. The surgery was relatively painless and he was able to assure her that her first fucking would bring her nothing but delight.
As a sort of preview of how it would be, David took his nurse naked on the table and gave her a slow-paced fucking that caused her to come twice before he finally fired his charge up her twat. She was dreamy-eyed as she clambered tiredly off the table, telling the girl how good it had been and what sheer joy lay ahead for her after the doctor had taught her the art of fucking.
And then the big day arrived and, shortly after seven that evening, David and his nurse arrived at the Kent home on the errand of cherry plucking.
They saw at once that Sandra was nervous, but not so nervous that she didn't want to go ahead with the project.
"How do you feel, dear?" David asked as he kissed the girl lightly on the mouth while her mother looked on.
"I'm all right, Doctor, but a nice big kiss would make me feel even better."
Laughing, David took the girl into his arms and crushed her body against his as his mouth mashed down on hers. In the course of the kiss, his hand slid down her back to rub her delightfully firm young ass.
"God, I don't know if I should go through with this," her mother whispered to Karen.
"Look at her, Mrs. Kent," Karen replied in an urgent whisper. "She's in seventh heaven. Would you dare take away her prize at the last moment?"
"I ... I guess not, but it seems wrong somehow."
"Do you believe in sin and all that garbage."
"No."
"After all, her little pussy has already been opened surgically. Now it's just a matter of letting her feel the joy of a cock. You know how good that is."
"I suppose you're right, Karen. Will I be allowed to watch?"
"We'll both watch. We'll all be naked together and will play until the little darling begs for the bone. We can help if she gets a case of nerves at the last moment, but I don't think she will."
"No. She seems ready. She couldn't talk about anything else all day."
"That's the way a girl should feel on the day of her first fuck. Oh, speaking of first fucks, I must tell you about my boys."
"Your boys?" the woman asked with a baffled look.
"Yes, a pair of them, fourteen and sixteen. I gave them both their first taste of tail with all the trimmings."
"That sounds wild. Tell me all about it. Those two seem to be busy."
The doctor and Sandra were busy indeed. They were half sitting, half lying on the couch, necking passionately, David's hands moving over her thighs and inside the front of her dress while his tongue licked inside her mouth.
Sitting on the arm of the chair in which the woman sat, Karen told of how she had seduced the two of them. Of course, she made no mention of movies.
"And they do everything?" Mrs. Kent asked eagerly.
"The works. They take and give spankings nicely, they tongue my arsehole and go down on me. There isn't a thing they won't do and enjoy."
"Ooh, it sounds thrilling. I've never had a boy."
"What was the youngest?"
"I guess he was about nineteen or twenty. He was a handy man I employed for a few days last year, a drifter."
"If you enjoyed that, imagine my two boys. Would you like to try them?"
"Oh yes, both at the same time."
While the women worked out a plan for Mrs. Kent to enjoy the two boys, the doctor was making excellent progress with Sandra.
"Oh please, Doctor, please give it to me now. I've been waiting so long for it."
"That's my sweet girl," he said, rubbing the heated crotch of her panties. "I can feel how hot your little cunt is."
"Oh yes, and you've made my panties nice and wet too," she sighed.
"I'll make them a little wetter before we take them off. Let's go to a bedroom now, one with twin beds."
As they got to their feet to leave, the two women hurried to follow them.
"Oh mummy," Sandra sighed dreamily, "I'm going to get it now. Just think, my very first fucking."
"Yes, darling, and from such an expert."
As they reached the bedroom, with Sandra leading the way, Mrs. Kent hurried to pull back the covers on both beds. All began undressing, and although Mrs. Kent was last to start, she was naked as quickly as the others.
"Let me give you a kiss for luck," Karen said as she took the girl into her arms and kissed her passionately.
The mother was next to embrace Sandra, and, like Karen, she kissed with flowing passion as her daughter squirmed in her arms.
As the girl moved out of her arms, the doctor stood ready, his prick strong and throbbing, his balls hanging full and promising. First, he embraced and kissed her as they stood beside the bed, then he laid her gently on the crisp white sheet and stared down hungrily as she writhed and begged him to hurry.
"Yes, Sandra darling," he told her, "but first, I'll make your little slit nice and wet so my big prick slips in easily and feels good all the way."
Bending over her, he kissed his way into her warm crotch, then began lapping her.
On the other bed, the two women embraced and fondled each other as they watched.
"Is he going to bring her off with his tongue?" Mrs. Kent asked.
"Not on your life," Karen told her. "He is going to make her hot as a pistol, bring her right to the edge, then start feeding cock into her twat. She'll remember this fuck as long as she lives."
"God, I believe I will too. I've never been so horny in my life."
"Let me know when you want me to go down on you. I'll fix you up nicely."
"Oh thanks, I'll try to watch her to the end first, if I can hold on."
When the fuss the girl was making told the doctor that she was close to the edge of orgasm, he raised his face out of her crotch and knelt between her widely parted legs, his cock looking strong and bigger than ever as she looked with hunger in her eyes.
And then, smiling as his eyes moved from her pointing tits to her lovely face, he began to lower himself onto the girl.
His hand in her crotch guided his cock knowingly, with the result that within seconds, Sandra cried out joyfully as she felt the swollen, velvet head pushing between the soft lips of her virginal cunt.
"Just relax, dear," he comforted her in a whisper, "I won't hurt you. Your cunt is ready to take a big prick in without hurting."
And then it was in. She felt the whole head inside, and told everyone in the room about it in a loud voice.
"Oh Karen," Mrs. Kent gasped, "go down on me now. Lap me while I watch my darling getting her first fuck."
Karen would have preferred to watch the couple on the bed, but she saw the woman's need and could hardly refuse to help.
A master fucker, David fed his tool into her tight little slit a bit at a time. Each push probed virgin territory and stretched her young, tender cunt a little more.
For Sandra, it was almost painful, but not quite. Not just her cunt, but her entire body seemed to be filled with prick so that it stretched all over. How could any woman, she wondered, live without the feeling of a great strong cock pushing into her twat?
"That's it, baby," David panted, "we're almost all the way ... uh ... home."
With a final lunge, he drove his cock into her right to the hilt, giving her more than an inch in the final shot which brought his body right against hers.
"How does it feel, Sandra?"
"Oh Christ, it's wonderful. Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh really give it to me."
From the other bed came loud sucking sounds as Karen worked on the woman's cunt, but Sandra heard nothing. She was lost in wild excitement, her body burning with the hot fire of lust as she felt the full weight of the strong, naked man crushing and delighting her as nothing ever had.
While David rested on her, feeling the wet walls of her hot little cunt strangling his cock, he eased her legs down until they were flat on the bed, then moved his left leg over her right.
It was his special fucking style, the one he used when fucking for fun rather than profit. In that way, he was able to turn a little across her body so that while he fucked her, he caressed her body with his strong leg as well as his arms.
Every woman he had fucked in that style was mad about it and wanted it that way every time.
Sandra's little cries of joy as he held her tightly and began moving his prick in and out of her slit, told him how much she loved it.
As he stroked, strongly, smoothly, slowly, David took a delicious young tit in his mouth and sucked on the erect pink nipple to add to the girl's delight.
"Oh ... oh..." she panted, "I'm getting close ... oh it's good ... it's good ... oh fuck me ... fuck me..."
"Yes, baby, you're going to come in a minute. You're going to come with my big, hard cock filling your sweet little cunt. Take it, baby, take it."
Her scream filled the room and most of the house as the mounting tension shattered with the rush of her climax. Just at that moment, David pulled his cock well back, then drove it ahead and held it there while she writhed madly as her come went on and on until she was sure death had to be at the end of it, the most glorious death she could possibly imagine.
But she didn't die. Instead, she panted her way back to life to find the strong cock still throbbing inside her.
"How was it, Sandra?" he asked as he gave her a little jab of cock that caused her to shudder all over.
"I can't ... tell you ... there ... are ... no words ... oh my God ... I didn't know..."
"Just relax now, darling," he told her, "I'm going to give you part two of volume one. Your little cunt will be even more receptive now."
As he resumed fucking the sweat-bathed girl, he proved, to her surprise, that her cunt really could be more receptive than it had been before her orgasm. It became so receptive, in fact, that it seemed to include every nerve in her body. She felt her tits swelling until she thought they would explode, felt tingles in her arms and legs, and heard her own voice sounding far removed as she sighed and groaned in her ecstasy.
The rest had slowed David down sufficiently so that he calculated he would be able to make her come again before he would be forced to fire his charge. There was tension on his fully charged balls, but he was sure he could hold back long enough to trigger another explosion in her warm, clinging little cunt.
Within a minute, he knew he was right as he felt all the responses he was looking for in her lovely young body. Continuing to stroke slowly, he brought her back to fever pitch, then, as he felt and heard the approach of her big moment, he changed the rhythm of his stroking and started driving his throbbing cock hard and fast.
His timing was perfect. Her head fell back, and her mouth opened wide. She gave a few gasps, then emitted an almost agonized wail which kept breaking as the spasms of orgasm broke over her.
David chose that moment to begin spurting his semen. He gave her shot after shot of the hot fluid, his strong, manly charge shooting so far into her belly that Sandra, panting and groaning, was sure she could feel the juices spreading into her breasts, and expected to taste them in her mouth and throat.
For a little while, they lay together, David's spent prick soaking in the warm juice of her tender young cunt, the sweat of their bodies mingling, then, realizing that he had been lying on her for a long time, David kissed her warm, red lips and got off her. Sandra gave a weak little groan as she felt his cock pulling out.
"I'll just clean you up, darling," Karen said as she dropped onto the bed and hurriedly pressed her face into Sandra's wet crotch.
Within seconds, Sandra was writhing again as Karen's tongue probed deep in her slit, gathering David's second-hand cream, flavored with Sandra's own juices.
Seeing what was happening, Mrs. Kent hurried to the doctor before he could wipe off his cock and, dropping to her knees, claimed it with her mouth.
David shuddered as her tongue licked over the tender head of his prick, since the girl's cunt had made it very sensitive, yet he loved the feel and sight of the kneeling woman licking his pecker clean.
Still naked, the four went downstairs for more drinks. In the course of their conversation, both Karen and Mrs. Kent told of their first fuck and made it clear that it had not been as enjoyable for either of them as had been the case with Sandra.
Thanks to his diet and the special pills which gave him such fantastic sexual powers, David soon found his cock strong and ready again, and when he would have given Sandra her second screwing, the girl's mother turned on a pained expression and begged him to give it to her instead.
By the way of compromise, he took mother and daughter to bed, and first inserted his cock into Sandra and fucked her until she came.
Then he took it out, still hard, and screwed the woman while her daughter and Karen locked together in delightful sixty-nine on the next bed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Heeding Karen's pleas, David decided to proceed with caution when he received the woman his nurse suspected of being a plant. So cautious was he, in fact, that he sent the woman into the adjoining room where Karen helped her undress and fitted her with an examining gown.
The woman was attractive, in her early thirties, and had a figure that Karen knew would tempt the doctor more than she considered safe. Leaving the woman in her gown, the nurse hurried into the office where David waited for the patient.
"I still don't trust her, David," she told him with a note of urgency in her voice. "Everything about her looks a little too good to be just right."
"But nothing in particular?" he asked.
"Nothing I can put my finger on, but for one thing, when you see that figure of hers, you'll know that she doesn't have to buy tail."
"Quite a few of our patients have nice figures, Karen, yet for varying reasons, they find it preferable to come to me and pay for it."
"All right, darling, but I still wish you would play this one straight and send her on her way. You don't exactly need the money, you know."
"Relax, baby," he told her, patting her bottom, "I'll feel her out before I feel her up."
Karen still wore a sad expression as she went to admit the patient. Instinct still told her that the woman was the kind of dynamite that could blow their comfortable little world sky high, yet there was not a thing she could do about it. The rest was up to David. She had done all she could.
"I've had a slight throat irritation for more than a day now, Doctor," the woman told him as she sat in his office, "but what I originally wanted was a complete check up."
"Of course," he replied with a smile. "Let's look at your throat first, shall we?"
He was completely professional as he examined the woman's throat and told her there was a minor irritation.
"I'll give"you a prescription for your throat," he told her, "but I would also advise that you avoid cigarettes until it clears up."
That completed, David went on to commence with the general examination. As he made the various checks, he adjusted her gown accordingly, being careful to keep his actions purely professional at all times.
"Doctor," she interrupted as he opened the gown to check her breasts, "I hate these damned ugly gowns, and I'm not afraid of letting a doctor see my body. Would it be all right if we dispensed with it?"
"If you wish," he shrugged as he helped her remove it and admired the overall package that was bared to him.
"I can understand why you're not afraid to take the gown off," he told her, his voice lowering a little from the professional tone he had been using. "You are a very attractive woman."
"Thank you, Doctor. As an older widow, I'm pleased to hear that."
David tried to remember his promise to be careful, but as he felt her breasts for possible lumps, a necessary examination, his hands moved in a way that was slightly short of professional and a little too much in the way of a lover.
They were beauties, full blown and melon-like in shape, with big nipples and a general silken firmness that was not easy to resist.
"You have a very delicate touch, Doctor," she told him in a tone that caused his pecker to jump. "Some doctors are so rough when they handle a woman's breasts."
"Some doctors are fools," he replied as he continued to feel her breasts. "Beautiful things should always be handled delicately."
His pecker continued to stiffen as he saw her long nipples hardening in response to his touch. Only with a great effort was he able to take his hands away from the lush mounds.
"Are you sure you have checked sufficiently?" she asked with just a trace of a smile on her lips and excitement in her eyes. "Please check them again."
When his hands returned to her breasts, he dropped all pretense of a medical examination as he began to fondle them passionately while she sighed openly and squirmed on the table.
Her hand reached out suddenly and clasped the stiff form of his cock. In response, David bent and closed his mouth over one tit as he pushed her down onto her back on the table.
"Oh yes ... oh yes," she panted. "God, you know how to suck."
Her hand tangled in his hair as she pushed upward and pulled him down on her thrusting tit, pressing the silken flesh against his face.
"Oh my God, what a tongue. I hope you use it somewhere else too. God, what you could do with it if you wanted to."
As if to ensure her that he did know of other places to use his tongue, David moved a hand down her smooth body until it was in her crotch. Gently, he massaged the soft lips of her cunt, then inserted a finger to find and stroke her clitoris.
He found it already hard and elongated, the sign he wanted that the woman was hot to trot. Transferring his mouth to the other tit, he gave it a nice going over while she continued to squirm and sigh.
Looking through the window and seeing the direction the examination had taken, Karen gave a little sigh of defeat. All she could do now was hope, she told herself, that her hunch had been false and that the woman was just another patient with hot pants.
Turning the beautiful woman over on the table then, the doctor told her he wanted to examine her buttocks. Her ass, he quickly decided, was as beautiful as the rest of her. He fondled it lovingly, patting and squeezing from time to time, then pulling the firm cheeks apart to reveal the little pink hole.
Without warning, he lowered his face and she felt his rough tongue probing her crack, then zeroing in on the pink ring. Expert that he was with his tongue, he soon had it curled and pushing into her arsehole while she moved her butt up to meet him with obvious gladness.
After he had tongued her hole for a while, he pushed her back down onto the table and told her he was going to test the sensitivity of her buttocks. A moment later, he administered a moderately hard spank to the lush right cheek, and he held his hand there to feel the motion of the fleshy hill.
He paused briefly, then spanked the other cheek. When he raised his hand, he saw her ass tense, then relax and rise up in invitation to spank again.
"Do you like it, dear?" he asked as he delivered yet another spank.
"I never tried it before, Doctor," she said urgently. "I've heard of women who liked to be spanked, but I didn't know I was one."
"Would you like me to take you over my lap and give you a real spanking that will make your ass tingle?"
"Yes. Will it make me cry?"
"Do you want it to?"
"I think so. What about your nurse or other patients in the waiting room?"
"My nurse understands and there are no other patients. Come now, you are a naughty little girl and I am going to take you over my tap to spank your pretty bare ass. Later, I'll kiss it better for you and do other nice things to you."
The woman went over his lap not just willingly, but with exciting eagerness. Within seconds, he was holding her there with his left hand while his right hand spanked from cheek to cheek with a deliberate rhythm that was the hallmark of a trained and expert spanker.
Many female arses had gone into the training of his spanking arm, and now, the woman's rapidly pinking cheeks gave testimony to his skill. She sobbed through a few of the spanks, then began to cry.
He began scolding her then, telling her she was a bad little girl who had peed in her panties and he was punishing her for it. Gradually, he stepped up the briskness of the spanks so that, before long, her bouncing, plunging behind had developed a lovely red tint and felt hot under his hand.
Deciding that if this was really her first spanking she had had enough, he stopped spanking and began to fondle and stroke her ass. After a little of that, he slipped a finger into her crack, found her arsehole and pushed it all the way in.
While the fully aroused woman writhed on his lap, he gave her a delightful fingering up her ass. Between sighs and groans, she told him how good it felt and how excitingly her ass tingled from the spanking.
"Then perhaps it's time to give you a tingle somewhere else," David told her as he jabbed hard with his finger.
"Oh yes, where?"
"How about in your cunt? I'll bet it's nice and hot right now."
"Yes, God yes. The damn thing feels like it's on fire. Do something."
"Get up on the table, dear," he told her as he helped her to her feet, "and the kindly old doctor will put the fire out for you."
Helping her onto the table, David drew her legs up and open and, within seconds, his face was pressing in her warm crotch, his mouth sucking her cunt greedily, his tongue licking her clitoris as her butt bounded up and down on the table with complete abandon.
It required very little lapping before the woman went off with a cry that Karen heard in the adjoining room as she stood by the window fondling her cunt in arousal that not even her fear could overcome.
"What are we going to do about that lump in the front of your pants, Doctor?" the woman asked with a smile after she was able to breathe again.
"What would you suggest?" he asked.
"Right now, I'd love to see it and touch it. After that, you can put it in me anywhere you feel like."
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere. Name it."
"Let me see you make an O with your lovely lips," he told her as he reached to unzip his fly.
Licking her lips until they took on a shiny film of moisture, she made a small O, then enlarged it into a big one. Her mouth looked warm, beautiful and inviting.
Reaching into his pants, David pulled out his cock and smiled at the look of wonder in her eyes.
"like it?" he asked as he waved it at her by exerting his stomach muscles.
"like it? My God, I love it. How long is that velvet-headed monster?"
"A bit short of eight inches."
"That's not a bit short of anything," she said in a tone of reverence.
"Do you still want to take it in your mouth?"
"I'll say I do. My God, what a wonderful way to choke to death."
"You won't choke. In fact, let's say it's treatment for your irritated throat. When you swallow my load, it will put a nice film around your throat. You will find it very soothing indeed."
"Yes, yes," she panted. "Please stand up and let me kneel to do it. I like it best that way."
"Anything you say, darling. Shall I drop my pants for it?"
"Yes. I like to hold a man's ass while I blow him."
His hands worked smoothly as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his pants to drop. Reaching up quickly, the woman pulled his shorts down almost to his knees, then caught his cock in one hand and caressed his big, hairy balls with the other.
Staring at his immense cock, she pulled the foreskin back and forth a few times, before she held it still and licked the entire head until it was wet and shining with the moisture of her mouth.
"Do you know, Doctor, it's more than a year since I sucked a cock, and I've never sucked one of this size. I'll really strain my jaws taking this into my mouth."
And then, without waiting for any comment from him, she opened her mouth as wide as possible, and still had some difficulty getting the enlarged head in.
Her hands around him, caressing his butt, she began the blow job then. It may have been a year since she had gone down on a man, David thought, but she surely knew how to suck a bone.
In addition to sucking, she moved her mouth up and down the shaft so that it was much like fucking her mouth. He wondered who had taught her and how.
This time, David lost his usual degree of control so that much sooner than he wanted to, he felt the rush of supercharged semen streak from his balls, through the long shaft of his cock, and felt her mouth close more tightly around his cock, sucking, urging, draining, as her hands on his butt pulled her to him and his knees went weak.
"By the way, Doctor," she said with a smile after both were dressed, "that was really a thorough examination you gave me. Of course, being a doctor myself, I would be in a position to evaluate it."
"Then my nurse was right?"
"How?"
"In warning me that you were a plant, someone hired to find out whether I am guilty of malpractice."
"That's right. What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing. It had to happen sooner or later. Thanks for a first class blow job though."
"You are a pessimist, Doctor," she said with a teasing grin.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that after the treatment you gave me, I'd be inhuman to turn you in."
David's mouth fell open at that and it became one of those very rare times when he couldn't find a thing to say.
"That's right, Doctor. I was engaged to pull the rug out from under you, but people make mistakes."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean you made a mistake in not taking the advice your nurse gave you. You should learn to respect feminine intuition."
"I think I've learned that lesson."
"Also, the men who engaged me for this mission made the mistake of trusting feminine emotions. On the balance, you win. Thanks for a lovely examination, and do be more careful in the future. They may send others."
David was still reeling with shock as the door closed behind her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With no appointments for that evening, David had planned on a quiet evening at home with Karen. Karen, on the other hand, knew it was going to be anything but quiet, although she said nothing to him.
At precisely eight o'clock, the bell rang. With just a trace of a smile evident, Karen got up to answer it. When she returned to the room, she laughed at the look of shock on David's face as Carol Thornton, the woman who had been employed to spy on his operation, came into the room with her.
"I'm delighted to see you," he greeted her as he got to his feet, "but how come I wasn't told you would be visiting?"
"That's a little surprise Karen and I arranged," the woman told him with an enigmatic smile. "We agreed not to tell you about it."
David saw that the two were up to something, but kept quiet about it, deciding to play it cool until he could figure out what they were up to.
Playing the gracious host, he poured drinks for them and resisted asking questions as he knew they expected.
"All right, David," Karen told him when they were half way through their first drink, "I'll tell you what this is all about."
"Fine," he replied. "I really am very curious, but I'd choke before I gave you the satisfaction of begging you to tell." It was just a statement of fact, made without anger.
"And now it can be told," Carol said with a bright, flashing smile which she quickly turned off and replaced with a stern expression.
"You see, David," she went on, "you took a terrible chance when I visited your office yesterday. If I hadn't taken such a liking to you, your medical career would now be finished."
"You don't have to rub it in, Carol. I know I lost my cool, but you do have quite a body on you. You're not easy to resist."
"But that is beside the point, David. A doctor must face such temptations every day and resist them, even when a woman throws herself at him as I did."
"Okay, Carol, I get the message."
"That's hardly possible, David, since I have only begun to deliver it."
David blinked, but she merely stared at him with a strong, level gaze as she ensured that she kept the upper hand she had taken from him by means of the element of surprise.
"Karen tried to warn you about me, but you wouldn't take her advice. Having discussed this together, we decided to teach you a lesson. Karen assures me that you are a logical and understanding man, and that you will submit. Is that correct?"
For a few seconds, David remained silent, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"It's a deal," he said then. "Do you want to tell me what you have in mind for me?"
"Yes. For the rest of the night, Karen and I shall punish and humiliate you in any way we choose. It will be a lesson to you that the female of the species, and her instincts, are to be respected. Will you submit willingly?"
"Yes, Carol, I will." His eyes gleamed with excitement, and both women knew he meant it.
"Very well, David. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to Karen's bedroom ahead of us."
As he obeyed, David trembled all over. Once before, he had played the game, with a dominant woman in her forties who, among other things, had beaten him soundly with a riding crop. He knew in that moment that no matter what they did to him before the night was over, he would enjoy it.
In the bedroom, the women left him kneeling while they removed their dresses. Both wore black bras and panties, as well as long, sheer, dark nylons and black pumps. Carol's lingerie was dramatically set off by her elbow length black kid gloves.
"Get up, slave," Carol commanded and David hurried to obey the command.
"You will not need your belt, David, but we will. Take it off and give it to me."
Again, David showed instant obedience as he removed his belt and saw her take it from him with her strong looking gloved hand.
"Now strip naked," she told him.
While the women watched, David stripped completely, dropping his clothes to the floor in his haste to obey. The women exchanged glances as they saw his prick, hard and urgent looking.
"You did not have permission to get a hard-on, slave," Carol said curtly. "Get rid of it at once."
"But ... but damn it, Carol, I can't."
He had just completed the statement when her gloved hand slapped the right side of his face sharply, bringing tears to his eyes.
"How dare you use such language in the presence of ladies of culture, you lowly cunt lapping, arsehole licking, shit eating slave. Get down on your knees and beg forgiveness at once."
Thrilling to her words and the tone in which she spat them, David dropped to his knees instantly and begged their forgiveness in the most abject possible manner.
"If I were able to, slave," Carol told him as she looked down at him, "I would piss all over you. Perhaps later, I'll give you just such a salty shower."
Listening to the dominant female, David hoped she would do what she had threatened. How thrilling it would be, he thought, to be between her shapely legs, looking up as the hot stream flashed from her crotch to bathe him.
"Karen has been kind enough to provide clothes for you, slave, but before donning them, get rid of that hard-on. Pull yourself off."
Trembling, David bent to pick up his shorts so that he could fire his load into them.
"You did not have permission to do that, slave. Shoot your juice on the floor. You will clean it up later."
Carol punctuated her command by lashing him cruelly across the butt with the doubled belt.
While the women watched, David quickly took his cock in his right hand and jerked himself until he spurted his precious juice across the floor. It seemed like a terrible waste when there were two such beautiful women there, but at the same time, there was something exciting about bashing his bishop while they watched him.
"Doesn't he look like a silly little boy, pounding his pudding like that?" Carol asked with a slight smile.
"He really does, Carol. Little boys who do that get spanked, I believe."
"More than just spanked, dear. They get strapped with daddy's belt. By the way, did you bring the razor strop and riding crop?"
Just as Karen assured her that she had brought both items, David began spurting. In his arousal, he produced a big load of semen for them.
When he had squeezed out the last drops, Carol told him to dress in the clothes that were on the bed. While they watched in obvious amusement, David put on the black satin garter belt and the long, sheer nylons. Affter that, he picked up the pair of pink nylon panties, stepped into them, and pulled them snugly around his body.
Together then, the women advanced on him and exchanged sarcastic comments on his appearance as they fondled his legs, butt and cock through the nylon.
"Shall we give him his first beating now?" Karen asked as she patted his behind.
"By all means, dear. Because he acts so childish, you take him over your lap with his little pink panties down and spank his ass with your hair brush. Make him cry."
Karen was quick to pick up her brush and sit on the edge of the bed. Moments later, David lay in position over her lap, his panties pulled down to bare his butt.
She spanked hard and fast, passion mounting with every spank as he tossed and howled for mercy. Instead of mercy, he got more hard spanks.
"Damn it," Karen panted as she stopped spanking and they admired the color she had spanked into his ass, "Spanking the bastard has made me horny as hell."
"Then by all means do something about it, dear."
At a command from Karen, David knelt and helped her out of her panties. After that, he lay on the bed on his back and she knelt astride him and lowered her crotch onto his face.
David felt the warm lips of her cunt press against his mouth and he began lapping her at once. It was something he had done more times than he could count, but this time there was a special quality of excitement about it as her body rubbed his face.
She came strongly, massaging his face with her moist crotch until the spasms passed.
"I have a special treatment for you, slave," she told him as she moved a little so that her arsehole was just above his nose.
Reaching behind, she parted the cheeks of her lush ass so that he saw her hole. He heard the hissing of air then and knew what her surprise was. Her butt came down over his nose then, the firm, silken cheeks holding it in captivity so that he could inhale her perfume.
"Oh God, darling," Carol panted, "that was too much. His next spanking will have to wait until he blows my pressure off."
Karen got off the bed and Carol quickly took her place adopting the same position. David fastened his mouth to her cunt and found it already hot and wet. He made it hotter and very much wetter as he sucked her twat until he heard her cry out and felt her wet crotch rubbing his face.
She too fitted his nose between the cheeks of her ass, but she was not able to duplicate Karen's feat. The most she could manage was to rub her warm, pink ring all over his nose.
After that, he went over Carol's lap for his second spanking of the evening. She spanked him even more soundly than Karen had done, and he cried bitterly as the wooden back of the brush smacked again and again across the entire expanse of his butt until her arm tired.
By way of permitting him to rest, they allowed him to pull his panties up, then lie on his stomach while they sat and used him as a foot stool.
The women poured drinks for themselves, and when David asked permission to have one, Carol knelt astride his head and gave him a dozen lashes over his panties with the riding crop while telling him that slaves are not permitted to drink.
Through the remainder of the evening, the two women continued to find different methods of punishing and humiliating the man. His butt puffed, red streaked and bruised from frequent applications of the riding crop and the razor strop, but though he cried lustily and begged for mercy, he never once tried to use his superior strength to defend himself.
Despite his tears and obvious suffering, David showed qualities of the true masochist as, twice more during the long, painful evening, his prick got hard. Each time it did, the women ordered him to pull himself off then clean up the floor.
Shortly after midnight, Karen and Carol agreed that David had been beaten enough. At Carol's suggestion, they took him into the bathroom where he was ordered to take off his garter belt and nylons, but to leave his pink nylon panties on.
Straddling him and gripping the sides of the tub, Carol ordered him to look up into her crotch, an order he was delighted to obey.
He saw and felt the stream at the same moment. It hit him on the belly and ran over him so that his panties were soon soaked thoroughly.
When she took over to give him a second shower, Karen aimed her stream higher so that he got most of it on his chest. As her pressure began to diminish, she moved again, and gave his face a warm sprinkling.
While David bathed, the women drank and chatted. When he rejoined them, they enjoyed a night cap and all three went to David's wide bed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As he awaited the arrival of Mrs. Parton to keep her appointment, David thought of the woman's magnificent big butt. Despite her age, forty-three, it was delightfully firm with the smooth, silken skin of a woman less than half her age.
He had not, through her four previous appointments, been able to convince her that she should allow him to spank her. Being accustomed to having his way with all women, patients or not, he became more frustrated each time he thought of her lovely big, unspanked behind.
"It isn't like her to be late, is it David?' Karen commented as she drifted into his office and perched on the comer of his desk so that she showed her thighs all the way up to the crotch of her white nylon panties.
"No, damn her."
"Why David, you do sound angry. Perhaps she will get her fat ass spanked after all."
For a few seconds, David just stared silently at her, then he almost jumped out of his chair as his eyes went wide with delight.
"Bless you, Karen my darling," he shouted "You know how I've wanted to spank the lovely big butt. This time, I will do it."
"You mean you are going to force her to take it whether she wants it or not?"
"You're damn right I am. From the moment she walks into the office, I'm going to treat her like a naughty girl, and punish her for being late That big ass of hers will make music."
"Do you want me to shoot it?"
"Bloody right. What a film that will make, think I'll give it to her in two doses."
"How?"
"First, just skirts up and panties down over my lap. Later, I'll strip her naked and give it to her on the table. We may as well let her try a couple of styles while she's at it."
"If she needs cheering up later, dear, give me a call and I'll come in and go down on her. You know how she loves that."
"The way you do it, baby, any woman would love it," he told her with a grin.
"Thank you, darling," she beamed. "Coming from the best tongue man I've ever met, that really is quite a compliment."
"I guess you'd better get the camera ready, Karen. That bitch had better parade her fat butt in here quickly too. If she keeps me waiting much longer, she may wind up with a well blistered ass."
"Don't be too hard on her, darling. You wouldn't want a good patient to get mad at you."
"Don't worry. I'll really just warm it up for her. The bitch has got me horny just thinking of that big white butt."
"Then get ready, lover," she grinned as she jumped off the desk at the sound of the bell. "One nice big butt coming up to be spanked."
Karen went to admit the woman, then hurried into the room where the camera was set up, ready to photograph David's brave attempt to spank Mrs. Parton.
"Oh Doctor," she gushed as she hurried into his office, "I'm so sorry about being late. I hope you are not angry with me. The traffic was just terrible."
"I am angry with you, Mrs. Parton. We all know how bad traffic is in this city. We make allowances for it by leaving early."
To his delight, David saw that she liked having him scold her. It followed naturally, he told himself, that she would go along with his punishing her as he planned.
"Oh Doctor," she almost sobbed, "I promise I'll never be late again."
"I intend to make sure of that, Mrs. Parton," he informed her sternly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you came in here like a silly little schoolgirl making silly excuses for being late. Since you act like a little girl, I'm going to punish you like one."
"Punish? You mean...? "
"I mean, Mrs. Parton, I am going to take you over my lap, pull your panties down and give you a spanking on your bare ass."
"Oh no, Doctor. I'm afraid. It will hurt. Please don't spank me."
"Were you ever spanked as a child, Mrs. Parton?"
"Yes," she said in a small voice.
"Who spanked you?"
"My mother."
"Did you plead with her not to spank your ass."
"Yes."
"Did it ever do you any good?"
"No. I always got the spanking anyway."
"And you will this time too."
David picked up the armless chair and moved it into the center of the room so that it would be positioned just right to expose her massive butt properly for the camera to capture the spanking.
As he sat and looked up into her face, he saw that her eyes were wet already and that she was trembling. He wondered how much of that was fear, and how much was sexual excitement. He would soon know.
"Come here, Mrs. Parton," he said sternly, "and raise your dress and slip above your waist."
Trembling even more violently, she stood in front of the chair and slowly pulled her clothes up. The woman had good legs as well, with strong, smooth thighs which really made the stretchy tops of her nylons do their job.
"Higher," he commanded, "I want to see bare skin above your panties."
Continuing to show obedience, the woman pulled her clothes higher until he saw a wide band of skin above the tops of her lemon yellow panties.
The nylon was sheer and stretched to the limit to hold the big butt cheeks in. Turning her, he examined her panties closely and rubbed his hand over the surface as he looked at the valley of her butt, dark through the nylon, and nicely wide, just the way he liked an butt.
Taking his time then, he reached for the waistband of her panties and began to peel the nylon down very slowly. He pulled them down until her behind was completely bared and her panties stretched between her thighs, just above the tops of her nylons.
For the benefit of the camera, he ordered her to bend sharply from the waist so that Karen would be able to get a nice shot of the woman's crotch and thighs as well as her ass.
"Now then," he told her casually, "get over my lap to have your ass spanked."
"Oh Doctor," she sobbed as she draped herself over his thighs, "please don't spank me. My ass is so tender. I always cried when mommy spanked me."
"And you will cry this time, Mrs. Parton. Your ass is well designed for spanking. Those nice big cheeks will burn, but they will not be injured at all."
While he talked, he gripped her with his left hand and rubbed the silken mounds with his other. Having her over his lap with her butt upraised at last, he was in no hurry to begin. The anticipation was delicious.
He felt her body trembling over his thighs as he pushed her fucked up dress and slip higher up over her smooth back. To add to her nervousness, he reminded her that she was just a naughty girl who was going to be spanked for having been late.
"Imagine," he went on scolding and rubbing her ass, "a big girl like you having her panties taken down for a hard spanking on her bare ass. You should be ashamed of yourself, having to show your bare ass like this."
By way of reply, she issued a few whimpering sounds and went on trembling. David watched the action fascinated as she tightened and relaxed the big white cheeks, waiting for the first smack.
He still allowed her to wait for almost another minute before he brought down the hand he had held poised over her. He timed it so that the spank landed on her smooth, right cheek just as her muscles relaxed.
The satin hill shook violently under his hand which he pressed after the loud slap had been delivered.
"Did you hear that, Mrs. Parton? That was the sound of my hand spanking your bare ass. Listen now, you are going to hear it again, right ... now."
He smacked the other cheek and watched it joggle. On both snowy white hemispheres, he saw finger marks.
"Your ass is showing color already," he told her. "By the time I finish spanking you, it will be pink all over."
Picking up the rhythm then, he began the spanking for which he had waited so long. She began to sob and cry at once and he added to the volume as he went along.
Knowing that Karen was taping the spanking as well as filming it, he kept up a running commentary between spanks, with the woman's crying serving as background music to the sound of the words and the slaps.
"This is what happens ... SLAP ... to bad girls ... SPANK ... when they are late ... SLAP ... panties down ... SLAP ... big ass all bare ... SPANK ... fat cheeks bouncing ... SLAP ... SLAP ... How does this feel? ... SPANK ... and this ... SPANK ... and this ... SLAP ... slap ... slap..."
Her big, shapely legs kicked, and, between cries as the man spanked on, Mrs. Parton sobbed tearful pleas for him to stop spanking her butt.
"Oh ... oh ... SLAP ... owww ... boo-hoo-hoo ... SLAP ... oh my ass ... my poor ass ... SPANK ... oh Doctor ... SLAP ... oh my ass ... SPANK ... my ass ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK..."
Satisfied that both cheeks had been completely pinked, the doctor helped her to her feet and hurried her to the examining table where he leaned her onto it with her hot butt pointed right at the camera.
Dropping to his knees then, he rubbed her massive, wriggling butt with both hands and covered the tingling cheeks with wet kisses while she went on sobbing and kept her big butt in motion. The motion stepped up when David parted her pink cheeks and began to lick her crack and tongue her pink arsehole.
"Oh Doctor ... oh Doctor," she panted. "I can't stand it ... fuck me ... fuck me now ... drive it in and fuck me hard..."
Satisfied that she was more than ready, as he was, David pushed his pants and shorts down, steered his stiff cock up under the hot cheeks of her butt and found her cunt, hot and wet and waiting.
He drove into her with brutal force, just the way she wanted it. With his cock buried to the hilt and her butt burning against his belly, David unfastened her bra, then opened the front of her dress and spilled her big tits out.
Squeezing them with both hands, he began to fuck her, his belly slapping her ass with every stroke and providing a nice sound that would be picked up by the tape recorder.
Switching his grip to her hips then, he allowed her big tits to bounce and slap wildly as he gave her what she later told him was the roughest and best fuck she had ever experienced.
David knew he wouldn't be able to hold his charge for long, but it didn't matter. After what seemed like only a minute of stroking his tool in her hot slit, he heard a loud, high pitched wail, followed by a series of sobs and groans.
While she was still coming, he pressed tightly up against her hot butt and, squirming and jerking, delivered a more than adequate supply of warm semen into the wet sheath of her satisfied cunt.
"Why don't we undress now and get comfortable?" the doctor asked her with a smile as he wiped his shining wet cock with a towel after he had dried her crotch and thighs.
"That sounds like a good idea," she replied dreamily, "but I can't imagine being more comfortable than I am just at this moment."
"In spite of the spanking I gave you?"
"Because of it, I guess. I never dreamed that being spanked could make me so horny. My God, if you hadn't fucked me just when you did, I think I would have gone out of my mind."
"How does your pretty ass feel right now?" he asked with a knowing grin.
"So wonderful that I wish it could stay this way forever."
"The tingle will stop in a little while, but before you leave, I'll give you another spanking to freshen it up so it will tingle all the way home."
"Oh yes, Doctor, I'd like that. Of course, I'll want you to spank me every time I come to your office from now on. Is that all right?"
"My pleasure, Mrs. Parton. You have a delightful big ass that makes for ideal spanking."
"Should I be late next time?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I love spanking a lovely big ass like yours and I can always find an excuse to do it," David informed her. "What would you like now?"
"I don't suppose your nurse would go down on me right after I've been fucked, would she?"
"On the contrary, she'd love it. In fact, she will probably be mad at me for wiping your crotch. She-likes to look after that with her tongue."
While she waited for David to buzz for her, Karen slipped out of her smock. When the signal came, she hurried into his office in bra and panties. Mrs. Parton was still undressed.
Helping the woman onto the table, Karen patted the still moist cunt, then hurriedly went down on her and began lapping. There was still a generous amount of David's semen there, and she searched out all she could reach with her educated tongue.
Even when the woman began to come, Karen did not stop, but went right on lapping greedily until Mrs. Parton had to squirm on the table in order to push her face out of her crotch.
"My God," the woman panted tiredly, "what a divine pair you two are."
"We're only pleased that our treatments are satisfactory to you, Mrs. Parton," David replied formally. "With us, it is a matter of professional pride."
After the woman had rested a few minutes, David told her to turn over onto her tummy so that he could freshen up the tingle in her butt. As she did, Karen stood at the head of the table and took the woman's face into her hands.
"You'll find it nice this way," Karen told her as she saw David take up his position with his left hand on the small of the woman's back, his spanking hand poised over her pink butt.
Mrs. Parton cried again while David spanked her, and her tears washed Karen's fingers. Karen loved watching a woman cry during a spanking.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Receiving a husband and wife for discussion and treatment was unusual, but Myra Wilde and her husband, Carson, had been well recommended by one of David's most trusted patients.
Not knowing how much time would be required, he had given the couple an 8:00 P.M. appointment, his final one for that day. Since there seemed to be no pretense of medical matters involved, he had Karen usher them into his comfortably furnished den.
Following introductions, Karen poured drinks for the four, and they settled down to chat. The couple, he was thirty-five, his wife, thirty, were obviously nervous at the outset, but the man was obviously making an effort at snapping out of it and, in so doing, helped give his wife courage.
"To put it bluntly, Doctor, my wife and I are getting interested in the subject of spanking for fun, and we were told that you might be able to counsel us."
"Perhaps I can," David admitted cautiously, "but I'll have to know more about the two of you before I can evaluate your needs in that direction."
While David led him on with a series of probing questions, Carson admitted that he and his wife first became interested in the subject a few months before when, during some casual love play, he turned his wife over and gave her a spanking on her panties. When both agreed that it had been fun, they began to spank each other more often and with more ritual involved.
"From there," he went on, "we began gathering material on the subject, everything we could lay our hands on."
He told of replying to ads in specialized tabloids and exchanging letters with other couples interested in fun spanking.
"Did you ever meet any of these people?" David asked.
"No, that's part of the reason why we've come to you for advice. You know, what are the dangers involved, and all that."
"Another thing we're wondering," Myra spoke up, "is whether we could go through with undressing and being spanked by others."
The interview having gone that far, it became easier for David to understand their needs and to explore the areas they were considering moving into.
"The major problems, as I see them," he explained, "are the possibility of blackmail and the danger that either or both parties may meet someone else he or she finds more exciting, and that it will lead to a breakup of the marriage."
"Do you consider those to be great dangers?" the man wanted to know.
"Great is a relative term, Carson," David replied, putting the conversation on a first name basis, "So, for that matter, is danger."
"I see what you mean," Carson replied with a rueful little grin. "It's something we have to decide for ourselves."
"Do you consider us sick or kooky to be interested in such things?" Myra asked passionately, obviously hoping for approval.
"Not a bit. Both my nurse and I love spanking. I am usually the one who does the spanking, but sometimes we'll switch."
Carson's eyes moved over Karen's figure, and it was obvious to all in the room that his mouth was going dry at the thought of spanking the bared behind of the lusciously curved nurse.
"I know just what you're thinking," David grinned at the man, "and you're right. Karen has a lovely ass. In fact, everything about her is beautiful, and she is the best sex partner any man could ever want."
"I can believe that," Carson said, his voice showing signs of breaking with passion.
"Now then, Myra," David resumed the conversation, "to move on to the point you brought up."
"Which was that?" she asked nervously.
"About whether you could undress and play in front of strangers. You will find that it's much easier than you think."
"I don't know about that," she said as she tried to smile to cover her embarrassment. "Sexually, I can be very daring with my husband, but I doubt that I would be in front of other people."
"You say you are daring with your husband, Myra. Do you take his tool in your mouth?"
"Yes," she replied, blinking at his use of so unmedical a term.
"Do you suck him right off and swallow it?"
"Yes."
"And do you enjoy it when he goes down on you?"
"Yes, I love it. I can't get enough of it."
"Did you ever have a woman go down on you, or did you ever go down on another woman?"
"No."
"Does the thought revolt you?"
"No. I guess I just was never tempted. I've been curious about it from time to time, but I've never done anything about it."
"All right, Myra," David told her with a reassuring smile. "I had a reason for asking all those questions, and it wasn't just to find out how daring you are in bed."
"What was your reason then?"
"To show you that you're not as shy in front of others as you thought. Could you have imagined yourself telling a strange man and woman that you like to suck your husband's cock and drink his cream? For that matter, think of the words I'm saying without making you blush. Do you begin to see what I mean?"
"I think I do. I think you're telling me that I am only shy because I think I am, or should be, or something like that."
"That's close enough. Come and sit on my lap now and I'll give you another demonstration that will amaze you."
"What are you going to do?" she asked as she got up and went nervously toward him.
"Don't worry, my dear. I promise I'll do nothing that will embarrass you."
Still obviously nervous, Myra stopped beside his chair and allowed him to pull her down onto his lap. In doing so, she felt the form of his stiff tool under her thigh.
"I'm pleased to feel that you're not wearing a girdle," he told her with a smile.
"Carson won't let me wear one, he hates them"
"So do I, as a general rule," he told her. "Now all you have to do is relax and watch."
The woman on his lap showed no sign of resisting when he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
"Karen, dear, take your smock off," he said as casually as if he were asking her for a drink of water.
Not at all stunned by the order, Karen stood and, with a series of graceful motions, opened her smock, held it wide, then removed it and adjusted her panties and nylons while the others stared.
His fingers on Myra's wrist, David felt a sudden increase in her pulse rate, and smiled inwardly at this manifestation of sexual arousal.
"Carson," David commanded the scene like a movie director, "go sit on the couch."
Waiting until the man had done so, David then told Karen to go and stand beside the man.
"I'm sure you would like to feel her up all over, Carson," David told him. "Help yourself."
At once, the man's hands were all over her. At the same time, David moved his left hand down to fondle Myra's bottom through her dress, while his other hand moved over one of her nylons.
"You have beautiful legs, dear," he told her as his hand reached the top of her nylon and kept moving up. "Does it excite you to see your husband fondling another woman?"
"Oh yes. More than I thought. I'm not even jealous. That surprises me."
"It doesn't surprise me at all, dear," he said as he pushed her silken thighs apart and began to stroke the narrow, warm crotch of her panties.
She was squirming then, and so was Karen as Carson was busy with a hand in her crotch and another on the seat of her clinging panties.
"Do you like to have your cunt rubbed while your husband plays with another woman in the same room?"
"Yes," she said excitedly.
"Carson," David called then, "take Karen's panties down and give her a little spanking on that pretty ass of hers."
The man was perspiring profusely as he stripped Karen's nylon panties down her thighs and, after staring at her from all angles, drew her willingly across his lap. While the other couple watched, Carson began spanking his new partner.
At a signal from David, the man stopped after he had given her about a dozen spanks on each cheek, and Karen got up without bothering to pull her panties up.
"Did that give you a hard-on, Carson?" David asked.
"I had one before. That just made it harder."
"Take it out and show it to us."
With a quick, nervous glance toward his wife and the doctor, Carson unzipped his fly and withdrew a strong looking cock, well erected and of a good average size. Karen closed her hand around it and gave it a squeeze that caused him to wince and bend a little.
"Now my dear," David said to the woman on his lap, "it is time to turn you over and see how pretty your ass is and how nice it is to spank."
Surrendering completely, Myra allowed him to pull her dress up as he stood her on her feet, then held it there for him while he first fondled her black nylon panties, then took them down and drew her across his thighs.
He spanked moderately, and gave her as many spanks as Carson had given the nurse.
"There now," he said, patting the slightly pinked cheeks and marveling at the silken firmness of them, "did you enjoy your little sample spanking?"
"Oh yes. It was much more exciting than I expected. How about you, Carson?" she asked, turning to her husband. "Did you get a kick out of spanking Karen?"
"That hardly describes it, baby. It really made my tool jump watching the doctor spanking you, too. Man, I think we've got it made."
"Then since we all seem agreed, let's take some clothes off and settle down to an enjoyable evening," David said as he helped Myra off his lap again.
While the two men stripped naked, the women, at David's suggestion, left their bras and panties on for the time being. It was obvious that they would not remain on for long.
Both the guests expressed surprise and delight at the length of David's stiff cock.
"Imagine spending your days and nights with a man built like that who can go off four or five times a day every day without working up a sweat," Karen said to Myra with a look of pride.
"How in hell can a man do that?" Carson asked in open admiration and awe.
"It's just a matter of diet and special pills," David told him casually.
"If that's all there is to it, I sure hope you'll let me in on the secret."
"Perhaps I shall, Carson, we'll see."
The four went to the bar then and poured fresh drinks while they chatted and looked at each other admiringly and with growing arousal. As they chatted at the bar, David and Karen ensured that they were paired off so that husband and wife were separated.
Since they required only one hand each to hold a glass, there were four hands free to probe and fondle, and none was about to turn down the opportunity.
"Do you like having your arsehole tongued?" David asked Myra as he played in the crack of her ass with a finger that managed to find her hole quite easily despite the confinement of her panties.
"That's one thing we never tried. Carson kisses my butt cheeks after he spanks them, but we never tried the hole bit."
"Then you're in for a pleasant surprise, my dear. It is a most enjoyable sensation to feel a tongue curling right up your hole. I've met a number of women who can come without having their cunt touched, as long as there is a nice rough tongue working in the hole."
"Christ, what a way to come," she sighed. "Will you really do that to me?"
"Of course, dear. After that, I will lap your twat and really make you kick your lovely legs. And then somewhere along the line, I'll give you a real spanking and make you cry."
"David, if you will tongue my butt, you can beat me with whips or wires if you want to. Just the thought of it drives me wild."
"And well it should, dear, but as for whips and all that, have no fear, I refuse to touch them. If a woman insists, I will use a riding crop or strap on her, but I much prefer my bare hand. I like to feel the warming contact between hand and lovely ass. How about you?"
"I prefer the hand all the way, but I can't spank Carson hard enough with my hand, so I use a paddle or his belt when I beat him. He-likes both."
David saw how easily Carson was fitting into the mood of the evening, when the man removed Karen's bra without being invited to, and first fondled, then sucked her big, creamy tits.
Myra too, pleased him then by taking her bra off and offering him a pair of boobs that were only a shade smaller than Karen's, and beautifully conical in contrast to Karen's melon like ones. They fitted nicely into his mouth, and when his sucking of them caused her to arch her ass out and bend from the waist, she found his finger poking into her hole.
There were two couches in the room, so each couple claimed one as they settled down to some protracted and intensive sex play calculated to lead to nothing but more enjoyment for all.
"I can't believe that I'm really going to have my hole tongued," Myra said in a trembling voice as she raised from the couch so that David could slip her panties down and off.
"Believe it, darling. Not long after I have done it, I am going to feed you this, more than ready, cock to sample the delights of your little cunt."
"Oh, this is so exciting," Myra almost cried the words. "I'm so glad now that we came to you. You knew just how to handle us."
"Thank you, my dear," he smiled as his hands moved under her. "Now I'll show you that I know how to handle you alone."
He handled her efficiently and smoothly and, almost before Myra knew what was happening, she had been turned right over and his face was pressed into her crotch, his lips and tongue driving her wild with passion.
Feeling the doctor pulling her onto his face as if he were wearing her crotch as he ate her cunt, Myra thought she had achieved the ultimate, but David soon proved her wrong.
His hands had been caressing her ass, but then a long, strong finger began to. probe her crack. In a moment, David pushed it in deeply. The fingering of her hole while her twat was being lapped caused her to writhe madly.
Further aroused by her gyrations, David removed his finger and began to spank her wildly tossing ass with both hands. Despite all of this, his mouth never left her cunt for a second, and, as a result, Myra soon cried out that she was coming.
To the doctor, as he pulled her hot, silken body close to him and held it tightly, it was a loud, exultant and gratifying cry. It told him that Myra was experiencing an unusually good come and that, as usual, he had done his job well.
On the other couch, Karen and Carson were lying in the sixty-nine position, but she was not actually sucking his cock. Instead, while he lapped her slit, she played with his stiff bone, taking little licks at the velvet head and generally keeping it strong without allowing it to go off.
"Are you sure you would like to have your arsehole tongued?" David asked his partner with a grin that had an almost child-like quality about it.
"You must be kidding. I just can't wait."
"All right then, Myra, I'll lie on my back, you kneel astride me and deliver that silk covered honey pot of yours right to my mouth. Don't hurry, it can be more fun getting there slowly. I love to watch a beautiful ass coming slowly toward my face."
David saw her wet crotch, the moisture glistening, as she turned and swung a leg over him. She paused for a few seconds, her lush ass nicely arched and pink, then she began to move back on all fours.
As he stared at the slowly approaching butt, David felt his cock twitch in anticipation. First, he would tongue her butt, he told himself, until it felt raw, then he would turn her over and plunge his prick into her cunt and give her the fucking of her life.
You were impressed with the look of it, Myra baby, he thought, but just wait until you feel it stretching your little cunt. You just may not be so impressed with your husband's fucking after that.
When her slowly swaying butt was about eight inches away, David raised his hands, caught the firm cheeks, and stopped her progress.
"Just hold it there, Myra, and think about what it's going to be like," he told her in a passion-laden tone. "A beautiful ass is a work of art," he went on. "I like to look at it first. Is your cunt hot?"
"It's burning up I think."
"Keep it that way, darling. After I've tongued your little pink arsehole, I'll turn you over and give you a nice fucking."
"Oh yes ... yes. God, how I want that."
Turning slightly at a sound from the other couch, Myra saw that her husband and Karen had begun screwing. It thrilled her again to see her husband fucking another woman. It was almost as thrilling, she found, as having him fuck her.
And then the doctor was pulling her ass very slowly down toward his face. She allowed him to set the pace as she surrendered completely to the easy pull of his hands.
When her butt was almost there, he stopped it again.
"Push your hole out as if you were going to poop," he told her as he pulled the lush cheeks apart to stare into her crack.
She did as she was told. A moment later, she felt a rough tongue licking, and cried out with joy at the sensation it provided.
It was the signal for David to pull her butt hard against him and bury his mouth in her warm, smooth crack. At once, his tongue began to attack the ring of pink with full erotic fury.
As he began to curl his tongue up her chute, David twisted his hands around her, found his way into her hot crotch, and began fingering her already madly aroused cunt.
Myra became a wild animal under the delicious double assault of finger and tongue. Having her arsehole tongued while his finger cunningly rubbed her clitoris sent her to new heights of flaming passion.
She panted and cried out so loudly, that Carson and Karen paused in their fucking to look at what was going on. Her butt pressed and rubbed the doctor's face so that it threatened to smother him, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, he seemed to be pulling her down harder on him.
When her cries of excitement blended into a shriek that announced she was coming again, David took his finger out of her cunt and held her thighs until the spasms passed.
Without warning then, he tossed her over on the couch and fell atop her sweating, writhing body as she cried out for him to fuck her. That just happened to be what he had in mind.
Myra realized again how big David was, how richly endowed with prick he was, as the swollen head stretched her slit as it hadn't been stretched in a long time.
And then he was stretching it more and farther as he quickly fed her the full length of his cock, reaching where nothing had ever reached before, and, gripping the warm cheeks of her butt, he pulled her up tightly to him and began fucking her.
Although he had started quickly and roughly, David soon slowed down to a more moderate pace, one calculated to make it last longer and, with luck, bring her to yet another climax.
As he twisted on her to reach for a tit with his mouth, David caught a glimpse of Myra's face and knew she was really building toward having another come in a very short time.
He began mouthing the lush tit, and felt her get hornier at once. He sucked greedily as he continued the long, slow stroking on his expert cock in the warm, wet sheath of her cunt.
On the other couch, he saw Carson's eyes gleaming with lust as he stared at his wife being screwed while Karen toyed with his wet, spent prick as if hoping she could revive it for another exploration of her pussy.
When David saw that Myra was approaching the edge again, he slipped his hands under her ass once more to pull her up as he stepped up the piston strokes of his prick. She responded at once and, just as she began to cry out that she was coming, he loosed the pent up charge of his balls and doused her with a long series of strong, hot spurts which leaped deep in her belly and warmed her all over.
"Oh, what a fuck," she panted as her head fell back again and she seemed to collapse.
"Is she all right?" Carson asked with concern clear in his voice.
"She's fine," David assured him with a smile. "She is just all fucked out. Let's all have a drink."
Hopping off the couch, he almost trotted to the bar, his wet prick slapping against his thighs as both Carson and Karen looked at him with open admiration.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Where on earth," Karen gasped, "or more-likely in heaven, did you find this?"
The this to which she referred was the biggest prick she had ever seen. It was attached to a meek looking man who stood only a little more than five feet. He was, she guessed, Mexican, and, considering how he looked with his massive cock poking out and up, decided he looked like a jockey riding his horse.
"I thought you would appreciate him," David laughed. "His name is Gomez, and a friend told me about seeing him perform with a fifteenyear-old girl at a stag the other night."
"I hope you brought him here for me," she gasped as she kept her eyes on the massive tool which the man was causing to jump by exerting his stomach muscles.
"Not satisfied with me any longer?" David asked with a pretended frown of hurt.
"Don't be silly, darling," she hastened to reassure him. "Still, any normal woman would be delighted to have a thing like that pushed up her slit."
"That's just about what I had in mind, my dear," David told her, grinning. "Can you imagine how some of our dear, hungry patients will react when they see that cock of his?"
"I think I see what you mean. Does it work as well as it looks?"
"Why in heir ask me?" David laughed. "Do you think I let him stick it up my butt or something? If you want to find out how good it is, I'd suggest you take some clothes off and jump up on the table."
"How long is it, David?" she asked in awe.
"Exactly twelve inches."
"Jesus," she gasped as she reached to take his weapon in both hands. "Do you speak English, Gomez?"
"Si, Senorita, I speak a leetle Eenglish. You are muy beautifool."
"Knock it off, you phony wetback," David laughed.
"Eh," the man shrugged, "the broads really dig that Mex bit. like man, they eat it up."
"I don't give a fuck how you talk, Gomez,"
Karen said, "but I'd sure love to eat that thing up except that it would break my jaws."
Wasting no time, Karen was unfastening her smock as she talked to him. Gomez took one look at her lush figure in bra and panties, and it was then his turn to express admiration. She went on undressing until her bra and panties were dropped onto the chair beside her.
"Come to me, big man," she beckoned as she moved with her usual erotic grace to the table.
"Lady," he replied with a grin as he took his cock in his right hand and went with her, "you couldn't keep me away from that frame of yours with padlocks."
"For God's sake, Gomez," she told him as she sat on the table, "get me nice and wet before you poke that pole up my slit."
"Don't worry, lady, I may be Mexican, but I'm not Speedy Gonzalez. With a beaut like you, I like to take my time and let the lady have a couple of comes before we get around to the main bout."
While David watched, the Mexican, who appeared to be about forty or so, worked her over with his hands and his mouth. It was obvious to both Karen and David that as a lover, the man was much more than just a big stud. The size of his cock was a beautiful, big bonus, but it was clear that he was a skilled lover as well. With that combination, David knew his patients would go wild over the man.
After he had played with Karen for a long time, Gomez got onto the table, but he still obviously wasn't ready to fuck the woman.
Instead, he knelt astride her with his face above her pussy hair. First, he brought his face down into her warm, silken crotch and began sucking her cunt, then he adjusted his position so that his immense prick poked down close to her face.
Enterprising young woman that she was, Karen knew how to use it to keep herself nicely occupied while he went on diving her with a noisy greed that was very exciting.
Karen began to shout then about how exciting it could be and how much more so it was rapidly becoming. Her smooth ass lifted from the table and carried the man's clinging and drooling mouth up with her crotch.
Looking under her, David saw that the fucker clung with his fingers digging into the cheeks of her butt and wondered if he was going to leave ugly bruises. He decided he would have to speak to him about it, later.
As Karen began to settle down, the spasms having passed, Gomez knelt up straight. David saw that the end of his cock had been licked shiny wet. Karen had been unable to pull all of it into her mouth, but she had excited it plenty by licking all she could reach of it.
"Are you ready for Long John Silver now?" Gomez asked.
"God, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Take it easy, will you?"
"Don't worry, baby. Old Gomez is big, but he is a very gentle lover. Besides, I wouldn't do anything to damage such a tasty little pussy."
Watching, David found it strange to see a man's body so far away from the woman's as he fumbled to steer the log into the opening of her waiting cunt. As the head touched against her quivering cunt lips, Karen gave a little groan and raised her butt off the table again.
Working patiently, Gomez found her slit, pressed his rod between the lips, then instead of jabbing as David expected, he pushed strongly until the head slipped inside. Karen gave a little cry.
"You've got the big part, baby," he panted to comfort her. "I'll just feed you the rest of it a little at a time."
While the little man continued to feed big cock to her in short jabs, Karen cried out in a running commentary of how it felt, how it was stretching and filling her cunt, and how wonderful it felt even when it hurt her.
Her knees were bent high, and her nyloned feet kept slapping on the table as the man's prick reached depths within her hot, squirming body that no cock, not even David's, had ever probed.
And then, at last, Gomez gave a little grunt of satisfaction as his belly rubbed in her crotch to signal that she had taken the full length of his twelve-inch bone and it was time for the fucking proper to commence.
David admired the style of the little man as he took a big tit into his mouth first, then began fucking. True to his word, he remained gentle, his butt rising high with each backstroke, then going all the way down as he pushed all the way into the hilt each time.
Noticing Karen's passion contorted face, David hurried to her and kissed her mouth passionately while the little man lying atop her went about his business with a steady, unhurried stroking rhythm that produced an exciting sound as his wet, stiff cock slipped in and out of her very wet slit with little squishing noises.
Karen cried into David's kissing mouth that she was coming again. He mashed his wide open mouth down onto hers then, and caught her hot, wet cries of ecstasy. Just as they were fading, they began again and she announced to the world that the massive prick was firing hot juice into her and that she could feel it right up between her teats.
Although it was only eleven o'clock in the morning, they agreed that a drink would be in order. David went into the adjoining room, the patients' bar, as he called it, to pour them while the two on the table rested after their ordeal.
"I'll have a patient around four o'clock who would be very interested in you, Gomez," David told him as he gave him his drink. "Will you be up to it?"
"Oh, sure," the little man told him. "A few hours rest is all I need."
"Good. I'll put you on special diet tomorrow, and that will shorten the rest time needed."
In a little while, Gomez went upstairs to the room that had been assigned to him, while David and Karen got dressed.
"I hope I haven't lost a partner," he said as he watched her rub the crotch of her panties after tugging them tightly around her body.
"David darling," she scolded, "how could you say such a thing? Sure it was great with Gomez as a novelty, but I don't want to do it often. A thing like that could leave a girl's cunt big enough to park cars in."
David laughed with relief at that, and sensed she was being truthful about not wanting the little big man often.
"Darling," she said gently as she slipped into his arms, "you are my lover for as long as you want to be, and if you ever tire of me, then I think I'll kill myself."
They embraced passionately, then, as David felt arousal hardening his cock again, he pushed her away from him and they both finished dressing.
As David waited for Mrs. Kerner to arrive for her four o'clock appointment, he felt excitement growing. While she was receiving treatments in the past, she had always been obsessed by the size of his cock and had talked wildly of how she would love to find the biggest cock in the world and open up her legs to have it stuffed into her cunt.
Of all his patients, she used by far the crudest language, and seemed to revel in the sound of her own voice as she panted obscenities.
Ducking into the adjoining room when he heard the bell announcing the arrival of Mrs. Kerner, David saw his new assistant seated behind a desk, his white jacket carefully buttoned around his throat. He looked very professional indeed.
After his nurse had ushered the patient into his office, Karen went, as agreed, into Gomez's office to ensure that he would be ready to make the right impression on the woman when he was called into action.
By way of getting him ready, she opened her smock and he reached for her with both hands. She had no doubt at all the man would be magnificently ready to cause the woman's eyes to pop at the sight of him.
"And how do you feel today, Mrs. Kerner?" David asked as he unfastened the back of her expensive dress to help her out of it.
"Horny and hot-cunted as usual, Doctor," she said with a smile. "I'm already to be fucked by a stallion if you have one around."
As David laughed with her, he trembled with anticipation at the thought of her reaction when Gomez showed her his cock of stallion proportions.
"There now, doesn't that feel better?" he asked as her bra fell away and he caught her big tits in his hands to give them a little rubbing.
"It always feels better when you play with my tits, Doctor," she sighed. "Make my nipples stick out like hard little cocks."
Standing behind her, he fondled and rubbed her tits as he pressed hard against her panty-clad butt.
"Oh fuck, I love to feel your stiff cock rubbing on my butt, Doctor. I can feel it right in my horny cunt."
He saw that she was in one of her wilder moods, that she wanted to get on with things without wasting time on preliminaries. That suited him just fine. He was anxious to turn her over to Gomez anyway.
"Do you want to leave your garter belt on?" he asked as he helped her step out of her panties.
"Shit, yes. It doesn't get in the way of my cunt, and that's all I give a frigging fuck about," she replied eagerly.
More than ever, David was thankful that it would be Gomez who would handle the foul-mouthed woman, and not he. In the past, he had tried to discourage her visits by increasing his fee to one hundred dollars a visit, but she had paid gladly.
"Come on, Doctor," she urged, "let's get that big cock of yours out and get at this slippery cunt of mine before it starts to smoke."
"Just a moment, Mrs. Kerner," he forced himself to smile in spite of his revulsion of the woman. "I want you to meet my new assistant first."
"Who needs an assistant? You've got all I want right between your legs."
She grabbed the front of his pants then and would have pulled his fly open, but he stopped her.
"I have a very good reason for wanting you to meet my assistant, Mrs. Kerner," he told her with a combination of warmth and firmness. "You will have to trust me and do as I say."
"Okay," she shrugged, "let's get it over with so I can get that big cock of yours into my twat and your finger up my butt."
He led her to the door to the adjoining office and held it open for her. As they went inside, Gomez, having been warned by a signal on the buzzer, looked up from his desk, a picture of professional charm.
Moving his chair back slowly, he smiled at the woman, then stood straight. His jacket ended above his waist. Below it, his great pole stood out aimed directly at the nude woman.
"My God," she gasped and, for a moment, David thought she would faint.
Still smiling, Gomez walked around the desk and came to stand so close to the woman that the end of his cock touched her belly. With a little cry that sounded like one of pure agony, she reached to close a hand around the shaft.
"At last," she gasped, then, her voice and her body trembling, "the cock I've been looking for all my Me."
"I would suggest, Doctor Gomez," David said calmly, "that you take Mrs. Kerner into my office and treat her in accordance with her condition."
"Yes, Doctor, of course," Gomez replied smoothly. "I can assure you that my instruments are ready and quite functional."
Seconds later, the door closed behind the couple and David hurried into the other room where Karen was ready at the movie camera. Together they would tape and film the entire performance. It would be one of the real gems of their erotic collection of films and tapes.
With Karen operating the camera, David watched through the window as the woman and man got onto the wide table. She did not seem able to release her hold on his great, swaying cock, and Gomez didn't seem to mind at all the way she held him.
David was not surprised when the first thing the woman did was try to fit the big head into her mouth. When she failed on the first try, she held it in both hands and licked the head as if it were a big ice cream cone. After a little more licking, she strained her jaws, and her efforts were rewarded as the big head pushed into her mouth.
At first, she made a little gagging sound, then seemed to have the situation under control. It was clear to David and Karen that she was doing a real job on the massive cock. David wondered aloud whether Gomez would go off in her mouth and spoil her chance of having her cunt stretched with it.
It was as if she received a message from David by some strange process, because at that instant, she pulled the cock out of her mouth and began to rub it over her face and neck.
Squirming all over the table, she rubbed it over various parts of her body. Pressing it between her tits, she pressed the big swells together to make a cunt of them. Understanding, Gomez worked his cock back and forth in the silken confinement as if fucking her.
With each stroke ahead, the swollen head came up so that it threatened to hit her on the chin or throat. This time it was Gomez who put an end to the game, warning her that she was getting him too close to going off in the air rather than in her cunt as they both wanted it.
Pushing her down onto the table then, Gomez began to explore her crotch with his hands and his eyes. After a little more, he brought his mouth and tongue into the act.
The way the two were positioned on the table, Karen, David and the camera stared over her butt, beyond her parted thighs, and saw the top of Gomez's bobbing head as he lapped the woman. She almost kicked her legs off when she began coming, but Gomez stayed in the saddle like a first class bronco buster.
Without giving the woman very much time to get over the effects of her come and to catch her breath, Gomez turned her around, spread her thighs apart and, cock in hand, moved down between her trembling thighs.
The watchers were surprised at how easily Gomez was able to stick the big head into her gaping cunt. Only as he began to ram it farther and farther in did the woman begin to grimace and they knew then that something could stretch her big twat after all.
She used language that unnerved even David and Karen as Gomez kept plowing her fleshy furrow until there was nothing left to give her. She had taken his full twelve inches and would, they guessed, have gladly taken more if he had more to offer.
"I'd like to have her tied down and go to work on her with a two foot candle," Karen whispered.
"You could put the lighted end in first and she'd still love it," David replied.
But joking aside, it was obvious that she loved what was happening to her then as Gomez continued to heave up and slam down on her big body, slapping belly and tits with every stroke of his cock and his body on her.
Before long, they saw that the woman had deprived herself of a lot of fucking time by playing with the man's cock for too long.
Groaning as he fought to hold back his charge, Gomez was forced to give up the battle. His hips and buttocks jerked, and her strong legs wrapped around his small frame as he spurted away his strength.
Only then did the watchers realize that she, too, was coming. It had been a very close call.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The long promised vacation had happened at last. One whole week away from the office with only the trees, the friendly animals and birds who lived in them, and the lake and the sunny and starry sky to share their idyl.
It did them both a world of good as their bodies were exposed to the bright sun day after day. The portions of Karen's body that had been white from the protection of her bikini when she sunned on the roof patio of David's home, had lost their whiteness now, so that from head to foot, she was a golden goddess, sun-bronzed and looking as warm as she really was.
They made love in every room of David's country lodge, another piece of real estate that had been included in his father's generous estate, but it didn't stop there.
They also made love outside on the cool lawn, in the lake while bathing in the nude, in the boat, while it drifted and the sounds of waterfowl provided erotic background music for the fleshy, erotic dance of their joined bodies.
And when they were not lying or writhing naked in each other's arms, they were listening to music, talking or playing their special games, games which produced the loud, sweet sound of the open palm striking silken ass cheek with the following delicious sound of a female voice crying more in lust than in pain.
But David's butt too, felt the pleasure of pain, the exquisite pain a naked Karen inflicted as he stood naked in the woods, his arms wrapped around the trunk of a tree while she lashed his butt, thighs and back with a thin, whippy sapling.
After each such beating, he would turn and, letting go his hold on the trunk of the tree, would grip the trunk of her body and pull her down onto the grass with him.
Then, while she kissed the angry red stripes which covered his body, he would try to describe to her how delicious the pain had been, and how beautifully she had beaten him.
After that, he would lubricate her hungry cunt with the juices of his mouth, then, a million miles from the reality of earth, that same cunt would open to the strong but gentle pressure of his thrusting cock as he fucked her so that each time was greater than any fuck she had known before.
Tired then, they would lie under the sun together to allow the burning heat to soak their honestly earned sweat into warm skin and so, enrich both their bodies.
"Do you really want to be a doctor, David?" Karen asked during one such quiet time.
"All I want to be," he told her, "is a happy man. Being a doctor of the type I am, provides us with more than enough money to do the things we want to do and to have the things we want to have. If I could make the same money being a truck driver or a bricklayer, or an anything else, then I would be quite happy to do it. Why do you ask?"
"Here we go, back to feminine intuition," she said with a laugh she didn't mean, "but I have the damndest hunch that while our backs are turned, something is happening."
"What kind of something?"
"The kind of something that could end your career as a doctor, darling," she told him, the smile turning to the saddest expression he had ever seen on her face.
"Then why so sad?" he asked as he moved her a little so that he could cup a warm, silken tit in his right hand as he held her close to him.
"Being a doctor," he went on, "involves a discipline that neither of us needs or particularly wants. If the state association boots me out, I'll just carry on the same business under a different label. The women who come to us don't do so because I'm a doctor."
"But David, darling," she sat up and looked down into his face, "in saying that, aren't you saying you're a male whore or something very close to that?"
"Of course," he shrugged and gave her an open, honest look, "but that surely doesn't come as any great news flash, does it?"
For just a moment, she looked at him and blinked. Just when he began to get worried, the frown passed and a wonderful warm smile spread over her face.
"All right, darling," he told her, "I like the smile, but would you care to tell me what it's all about?"
"Sure, David. I think I was upset that you were destroying your medical career and turning yourself into a full-time male whore without knowing it."
"And now?"
"And now that I know that you know, it all becomes very different somehow. I don't mean any less, just different. I too have become a whore, I guess, but as long as I don't bluff myself into thinking I'm anything else, then I don't see that any harm is done. I guess I'm just now discovering that you are entitled to the same stand."
"Thanks for saying it, Karen. I've been through this too."
"With the same results, David?"
"The same, basically. Maybe I'm making excuses for myself, hopefully, I'm not."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I suppose. From the point of view of the medical profession, I'm a fraud, a charlatan, any of a number of things they would call me if they knew the whole story of how we operate."
"Go on, darling."
"All right, Karen. If my professional conduct comes up for judgment, I am going to be judged by other doctors, my peers. Some of them are dedicated men, some of them are not. Still, at the time of judgment, it won't count very much, will it?"
"You mean they will all sound and act dedicated?" ouldn't? Some of them, whether one perc i, or twenty-one percent, or forty-nine percent, and I won't go above that figure, will, in their own way, be as guilty as I but there is the hang-up. By putting the screws to me, they can make themselves look and feel good. In the long run, that's what counts, not only in this profession, but in all walks of life. Find someone guiltier than you, or more exposed than you, then, in condemning him, you come up looking better."
"Then what now? David?"
"Then I think we've, I've, had time enough away from it all to face the facts. I became a doctor for my own personal reasons. Among my peers there are some worse than I, from the medical, professional point of view. On the other hand, there are many who are far better as doctors, men who actually dedicated their lives to the profession."
"That seems to leave you with a balance to judge, darling," Karen replied with warmth.
"That's right, and I think I've already worked it out."
"Tell me, David. I'm with you no matter what, so I may as well share your reasoning and understand it. I have a feeling I will."
"Feminine intuition?" he asked with a wry grin. "It seems I was taught a lesson about that."
"That was a million years ago, darling. Go on with what you were saying."
"All right. So as a doctor, I'm a fraud. And yet, I help rather than harm. If a woman wants to pay her doctor fifty or a hundred dollars for a piece of ass, I do no harm to her by taking the money and giving her what she wants. Do you follow me?"
"All the way so far. Go on, darling."
"Right. So I don't harm the woman, nor, as long as I am honest with myself, do I harm me. If there is a harm though, it lies in the area of what I may be doing to all those honest, dedicated doctors who will be smeared with the same brush when and if I am caught off base and exposed as a male whore with a license to practice medicine."
"I'm afraid I see your point, darling, but what comes next?"
"What comes next, Karen, is that if I am as honest as I pretend to be, I don't wait for the axe to fall. I don't wait until the profession, better than I or not, is forced to bounce me."
"You mean you want to resign?"
"I guess I mean that as long as I think I'm a decent man, I have no alternative. I can service the same patients, make at least as much money, and enjoy the honesty of not hiding behind a doctor's shingle in doing it. To be completely honest, I should admit that I would also be taking the pressure off myself, the pressure of fear of exposure."
"David, darling, this is going to be the first time I've ever said this," she said, her eyes shining wetly, "so please listen. "I love you. Whatever life you choose, I want to share it with you. I have more respect for you at this moment than I have ever had for any man I've ever known. I just want to be a part of your new Me."
Moments later, Karen became a part of his new life in the best possible way. Her thighs opened as with a mind of their own, and his cock was strong and urgent as it pushed into her while they lay locked in a sweating, loving embrace that was to bind them forever, not as doctor and nurse, or as man and wife, but in the greatest bond of all, man and woman.
