Emergencies are Ward Pearson's business. He is an intern at North Island County Hospital, but when he sees Barbara for the first time, his cock needs more intensive care than any of his patients. His only wish is for her to recover quickly from her appendectomy so that he can operate on her in a different manner.
But Ward is not as free a spirit as he would like to be. The night nurse, Sarah Watkins claims dibs on him and his magnificent prick, demanding it up her raging cunt while they sit and watch Barbara who is sound asleep.
How to get Barbara is Ward's dilemma, but it is only the beginning of his problems. Barbara's boy friend comes to visit, a huge hunk of a man that makes Ward think twice before attempting to seduce his girl. But after Ward thinks twice, he is ready to pursue his lustful goal again, plotting to bed this magnificent creature in his care.
As Barbara recovers, she finds herself drawn uncontrollably to this young intern who has taken such good care of her. She would like to reward him, give him a small gratuity for services rendered. As her health improves, she connives to-make the boy friends, while she herself becomes attached to Ward's girl friend.
Cocks become even harder when Dr. Ridgeman, Ward's superior, confesses to the lad that he has taken an interest in Sarah, offering his wife in exchange for the lusty young thing. The young man agrees, and is now on the verge of making two conquests.
Just when Ward is about to consummate his lust for Barbara, he is called to the hospital to help Dr. Ridgeman with an emergency. Jim, the mass of muscle to whom Barbara belongs, takes advantage of Ward's absence and plays host to both the girls in the intern's apartment.
But Ward is not without compensation. He seduces a shocked, but eventually willing Mrs. Ridgeman and returns to his apartment with a broad grin on his face. This swapping business begins to appeal more and more to all of the participants, and they all vow to continue it indefinitely.
The next few weeks are spent romping through home and hospital, taking advantage of all the young and sex-starved bodies available. Work occasionally gets in the way of their enjoyment, but after all, the rotating couples need a rest from their fucking every once in a while.
CHAPTER ONE
"Dr. Ridgeman, Dr. Ridgeman, you are wanted in emergency." The soft but persistent voice of the loudspeaker permeated every hall of North Island County Hospital. Nurses in starched, white uniforms padded about, doctors conferred with each other and interns went about their business as if they hadn't heard the words that might mean life or death for the patient waiting in the emergency operating theater.
But hospitals are like that. They deal in life, but are constantly faced with death. There is so much to do, so many people who need caring for, that the men and women who work there can only concern themselves with the limited world of their own individual tasks.
It was Dr. Arthur Ridgeman's task to drop the chart he was reviewing and race to the emergency ward to find out why he was needed. As he stood impatiently in the descending elevator, he wondered what it would be this time: car accident, assault? He gripped his feelings and pounded them into unconsciousness as he had every time he had stepped through those swinging portals.
"Appendicitis, Dr. Ridgeman, acute," said the nurse who was waiting by the door.
"Has the patient been prepared," he asked, washing his hands in the anteroom.
"She's on the table now. Dr. Pearson is getting her ready for surgery. He thinks she's close to rupturing."
"Interns aren't supposed to think," the middle-aged man said. "They're supposed to know."
Dr. Ridgeman swung open the doors to the operating room and quickly took charge of the situation. Ward Pearson, the intern that had prepared the patient, stood back and watched as his mentor made the first delicate incision.
As usual, the operation was a success, and Pearson was put in charge of the post-operative procedures. Ward had been attracted to the girl the minute they had wheeled her in. She had been unconscious, the pain from her infected appendix being too great for her.
Her name was Barbara Thomas, and even in her ailing state, she was the most magnificent girl Ward had ever seen. Her hair was long and thick, a deep, rich shade of brown, and her lips were soft and shaped like doves' wings. He could not see her eyes during her unconsciousness, but Ward knew they were deep and probing.
A strange feeling, new and wonderful nagged at the back of his brain as he went to meet his girl friend in the hospital cafeteria for lunch. He took slow, long strides, his medium-size frame catching the attention of all the young nurses as he passed.
And the ladies of the hospital had good cause to stare at this young man. He was broad-shouldered, rugged, with a mysterious little grin that made their pussies ache with lust. And even though his uniform was fitted loosely about his loin, they could still make out that gorgeous lump of cock meat that was the talk of the emergency ward.
"Hi there," Sarah Watkins said, waving to Ward as he entered the cafeteria.
"Hello, you cauldron of seething, succulent flesh," Ward said, sitting down beside her.
"Ward, people can hear you."
"You love it."
"I may, but I'm not the only one in this room."
"You're not? Funny, I hadn't noticed anyone else."
"Flattery will get you anywhere, especially here." She spread her legs under the table and pointed to her pussy.
"Ah, dessert."
"Let's have lunch first. How was your morning?"
"All right, I suppose. We had an acute appendectomy."
"She's all right, isn't she?
"You look more worried than usual," she continued.
"Yes," he said, knowing she could read his mind like he read the morning paper. "I've been assigned to look after her for the next few days."
"That figures. Whose idea was that, Dr. Ridgeman's."
"Who else?"
"I've got to have a talk with him. He doesn't know you as well as I do." Sarah raised a glass of water to her lips, and Ward watched her silken neck as the muscles worked to swallow the liquid. Fucking beautiful neck, he thought, feeling his cock begin to stiffen in his pants.
"What should he know about me," Ward asked.
"That if you had the chance, you'd fuck every girl in North Island, that's what." She lowered her voice on the word fuck. Sarah didn't mind being vulgar and coarse with Ward, but she liked to keep that side of her away from the public eye.
"I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Just see that you satisfy your appetite in here, and not in any of the patients' rooms," Sarah said, rising from the table. Ward watched her walk to the food line, noting carefully the swing of her hips, the curve of her ass, the way her body flowed with sensuous grace. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her soon. This business with Barbara Thomas was unsettling. He needed Sarah to calm his nerves.
They went down the line and Ward found himself wedged in between Sarah and another nurse, Helen Smith. He knew the blonde was attracted to him, wanted him quite badly, in fact, and used her to get Sarah jealous, something he knew was particularly easy to accomplish with her.
"How's your day so far," he asked Nurse Smith.
"Not very exciting," she answered. "And I'm all for excitement." Ward noticed her chest was sticking out more than normal. It would be nice to sink my teeth into that, he thought, but Sarah's got plenty of tit for one man to handle.
"What are you doing when you get off?"
"Nothing. What did you have in mind?"
"Unfortunately," Sarah interrupted, "he's got me in mind. Remember darling? Dinner at eight?"
Ward didn't remember, but that didn't matter. Sarah was probably making it up. I'll get to her later, he thought, staring down at Helen's tits again.
"Oh, I forgot about it completely," Ward said. "I'm sorry, Helen, some other time."
"When?" the big-busted girl asked. Lucky for Ward, the cashier interrupted them, and the intern mumbled something about "I'll be in touch."
Back at their table, Sarah gave Ward a dirty look that lasted through the salad and soup. "Come now," Ward said, "you can't be that attracted to me. I should think you'd want some change of pace every once in a while."
"I get all the change of pace I need from you."
"How's that?"
"Wouldn't you call some thirty odd positions variety enough."
"We try harder."
"I noticed. like with Helen Smith."
"Come off it, Sarah. I know that you know that I was teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. You can stop acting now."
"Who's acting? You know I can't stand it when you do that."
"I'm sorry, honey. Will you let me make it up to you?"
"You'd better," she pouted.
"Meet me in 350B after your two-thirty rounds."
"Not there again."
"Okay then, how about the middle of the downstairs lobby?"
"Not the janitor's closet."
"It's cozy and safe."
"Cozy is not bumping into a damp, filthy mop just at the peak. And safe is not falling into the sink and having the faucet jammed up your ass."
"So, we had one or two accidents."
"Not we, me."
"Eat, Sarah, and stop talking. You'll need your strength for later."
After lunch, Ward was scheduled to meet with Dr. Ridgeman for a conference on a new hospital procedure scheduled to go into effect sometime in the near future. He knocked quietly on the Doctor's door and found every face in the room, except of course, Dr. Ridgeman's, staring at his Olympian body.
The nurses present stared with lust, too obvious to be mistaken for anything else, and the doctors looked at him with envy because the girls they liked fooling around with in the quiet moments of hospital routine forgot they were in the same room. Ward realized the tense situation he was in, it never occurred to him when he was in medical school that being a doctor would ever be like this. North Island seemed to be a hideout for all the sexual perversion left over from Rome and Pompeii.
He took his seat and stared straight ahead at Dr. Ridgeman who was rifling through some papers. The slightly gray-haired gentleman looked up at last, coughed loudly to get the nurses' attention back to the meeting and off thoughts of the intern's scrotum.
"Well now, I see we're all here. You all know Dr. Pearson, the only intern present. He wouldn't be here now were it not for the fact that he shows the most promise from the whole bunch of interns at North Island, which isn't saying much." Dr. Ridgeman was like that, teasing Ward continually, but the young man knew the Doctor was very fond of him.
"Next week, the board is going to vote on my proposal for instituting emergency teams, consisting of a trained doctor, and R.N., an intern, and a nurse-in-training. The advantages of this system down at Emergency are obvious, and I have no doubts but that the scheme will pass with unanimous approval."
Dr. Ridgeman continued, laying out his future plans for his proposal which had not even been voted on by the Board. But this was the good Doctor's way of doing things. Before the meeting was over, lie had assigned each one of the doctors and nurses present to a team, informing Ward that he would be the intern working with the head man, Dr. Ridgeman himself. It was Ward's task to distribute lists of team members to other interns involved in the program, or program-to-be, which Ward did as soon as the meeting was adjourned.
Ward rendezvoused with Sarah at precisely 2:29. "One extra minute of fucking," he said, sneaking into the closet with her.
"That makes sixteen altogether. Whoopee."
"Sarcasm doesn't look good on you," Ward said, lifting her white cotton dress up over her waist. "And neither do these ridiculous white stockings."
"Leave them where they are. I won't have time to get them back on again."
"But how am I going..."
"Look, I have a little surprise for you." She pointed to her crotch and Ward saw that she wore no panties, only a waist and abdomen arrangement that held her stockings up. The fuzzy black forest on her vulva matched exactly the color of her hair. And there was so much pubic hair that every time Ward gazed on it, he had to whistle his admiration.
"Fucking beautiful cunt," he said, gripping it and tugging the labia open.
"Oooh, be careful. You'll tear some of that hair you love so much right out." Sarah pushed Ward's head down on her, forcing him to partake orally of her cunt. She sat up on the sink and spread her legs for him, watching eagerly as he dipped his mouth in her honey pot.
"Ahh, shit, that's good," she moaned quietly, not wanting to attract any attention to their closet of love.
"Tasty as ever," Ward said, smiling up at Sarah, his mouth full of fur juice.
"Fuck me." Sarah was suddenly serious. It was something in his eyes that did it to her. Every time he looked at her in a certain way, she would go bananas, and he was doing it that very minute.
Without a word, Ward dropped his pants and revealed to his girl the massive, weighty rod that lay in wait for her cunt. It sprung from his shorts and pointed at the fur pie, the round, fat head nodding approval.
Sarah's eyes bulged as much as her cunt when the thing slid down her slit and touched the entrance to her love box. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly to him, waiting for the moment when he would charge.
Ward knew they didn't have much time, so he plummeted into her pussy fast and hard, shocking Sarah with a million pellets of sensation that rocked her soul. The ramrod plowed deep up her ample pussy, spreading the walls apart and filling her with hot meat.
Sarah clenched her teeth as she squeezed her cunt walls around his thick tool. Ward plunged in and out of her, kissing her head all over. His balls slapped against the porcelain rim of the sink. Sarah hummed softly, reaching down with both hands to feel the shaft dig for treasure in her pleasure chest, making Ward grunt with lust each time she gripped the tool as it slid by.
It was torture for both of them to have to remain silent when the moment came for them to explode simultaneously. Gritting their teeth and breathing so loud Ward swore they could be heard in the corridor, they spat come at each other, bubbling over with love as the sauce mingled and spilled to the floor.
"Incredible," Ward said as Sarah rearranged her clothes.
"Yes, your cock is tremendous."
"I was talking about your cunt."
"I know. Just playing. Ward, I'm really lucky, you know?"
"Why?"
"I've got you."
"Nothing special about that."
"Bullshit. You could have any girl in this hospital, in this town, in fact. But you chose me, and you just don't know how good that makes me feel."
"Listen, Sarah, I wouldn't be here with you now if you didn't make me feel good too. You're fun and vibrant and great to be with. Don't sell yourself short."
Sarah threw her arms around him, kissing him and almost knocking over a can of cleanser as her arms flew through the air. She left first, peeking outside to see that the hall was clear, then Ward followed, waiting until his cock was down to normal size. It was obviously present even when he wasn't aroused, and he could just imagine how it would be if he walked around the hospital with a hard-on!
It was time to check in on Miss Thomas, and Ward hurried along the corridor to the elevator, taking it up to the sixth floor. He couldn't wait to see the girl, and even though he'd just emptied his balls of scum, his cock twitched at the thought of looking at that magnificent girl once more.
She was awake, and for the first time Ward looked into her eyes. Just as he had suspected, they were deep, dark and exotic, and they smiled at him as he entered her room.
"How are you feeling?" Ward asked, stepping to the foot of her bed.
"Are you the doctor who operated on me?"
"No, I just prepared you for Dr. Ridgeman. I'm only an intern. My name is Ward Pearson."
"Hi, and thanks. I guess you know who I am.
"Barbara Thomas, the prettiest girl on the sixth floor."
"What about all the other floors?" she asked coyly. She was sitting up in bed, looking a bit stiff, but otherwise lovely.
"Miss Thomas, you're not supposed to be that conceited prior to an operation that might have been very serious."
"It wasn't, was it? You saw to that."
"Not me, Dr. Ridgeman, remember?"
"I saw you, you know? Just outside the hospital, before I passed out. You were helping me out of the ambulance."
"That's some memory you have."
"It would be hard for anyone to forget you." Barbara used just the right tone of voice to keep Ward guessing as to what she meant by that.
"Assuming that's a compliment, it's time we got on to the purpose of my visit."
"And what might that be?"
"To examine the incision, naturally. Now down with your gown." Ward undressed the girl, exposing only that portion of her body that would not cause her embarrassment. Her breasts remained completely concealed, but Ward was pleasurably forced to reveal just a hint of rich pubic hair in the course of his examination.
"This will heal beautifully," he said, replacing the bandage and pressing lightly on her flesh to secure it.
"That tickles," she giggled, hoping that he would be brazen enough to sneak a finger or two down onto her bulging vulva. But Ward didn't, although the thought had crossed his mind. Barbara sighed and thanked him for taking care of her, watching his slender ass as he disappeared from the room, leaving it sterile and dead once more.
Mmmmmm, him I've got to have, she thought, returning to her book. He's so sweet and he looks so innocent, but I bet I can get him in bed with me before I leave here. Barbara spent the rest of the afternoon hoping that Ward would return to spend some time with her, but he never showed up.
She wondered what Jim would think if he knew she was thinking of getting into bed with another man. Barbara was a lusty girl with an extraordinary love of life and all its pleasures. But the one she enjoyed most was making love, in fact that's just what she had been doing with Jim when the pains started. She never had had time to come, and was still full of cream as she lay in bed, immobilized and terribly, terribly horny.
Barbara had been an English major in college, and was looking around now for something to do with her life besides fuck Jim. She had met him in their senior year of school, and since their first fuck in his dorm, she had never slept with anyone else.
Before Jim there had been plenty of men, or boys as she thought of them now. Fraternity parties had turned into gang bangs, dances ended up as orgies in dark corners, she had even done that scene in the back seat of a convertible. It was in these earlier years of college life that Barbara had become enamoured of the very idea of sex. She thrilled to any and all kinds of sex, and was as experienced as the entire senior class put together.
Barbara was not a nymphomaniac, she loved fucking, but could live without it if she had to. But that was a prospect the brunette knew she would never have to face. Her body was flawless, her breasts large, but not overbearing, her waist slim and petite, her hips firm and round. Her legs were smooth, with graceful lines that tapered into the slenderest of ankles, the prettiest of feet.
But Barbara's biggest physical asset was her face. The way her facial features were put together, she was to men what Ward was to women. It wasn't that any one of her features were spectacular, it was the way they were so expertly arranged, as if by a master sculptor.
And the young woman had worked her magic on Ward, who was now in the process of fumbling around the Emergency Ward as if he were drunk. Test tubes broke, papers got lost, readings were misread until finally Dr. Ridgeman sent him fleeing from his presence, followed by a wave of salty oaths.
Can't keep my mind on anything but those two girls, Ward thought, sipping a cup of coffee in the Interns' Lounge. Sarah will break me in two if she finds me messing around with Barbara once she's well. But shit, Sarah doesn't own me, we're not married, not even engaged. And I really want that girl, and she must want me, she has to. But two-timing Sarah will still take a certain diplomacy, a particular delicacy that will require a surgeon's skill.
Ward plotted and planned, finally deciding that he couldn't wait for Barbara to heal, he wanted to take her now, at least get his fingers wet in her pussy. He was off duty at ten, and decided to make his way to the sixth floor to look in on her. If she refused him, he'd just go back to Sarah and forget about the whole thing. If she wanted him half as badly as he did her, though ... Ward stopped his thoughts, realizing that his cock was beginning to act up as he stood in the elevator with two other doctors.
It was dark in the room as Ward opened Barbara's door. Asleep, that's fine. She'll be too drowsy to resist me. I won't do anything to hurt her, just diddly her cunt a bit to show her that I care.
He tiptoed into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds, just enough for him to make out the bed. He started to sit down next to the sleeping woman when he heard a stirring behind him.
"Can I help you?" Sarah whispered from the chair across from the bed.
"Sarah," Ward hissed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a night nurse, remember? I'm supposed to be here. But you got off at ten. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I, uh, I came to see you. I asked the nurse down at the sixth floor station where you were, and she told me to try in here."
"You would have liked trying her in here, wouldn't you?"
"Now Sarah. Don't raise your voice. We don't want to disturb the patient, do we?"
"No, we wouldn't want to do that. But tell, me, Doctor, what were your plans for Miss Thomas?"
"None, none at all."
"Good, then you won't mind keeping me company while I sit here for a few minutes."
"Of course not, baby." Ward crossed to Sarah and sat in the chair next to her. He took her hand and pressed it to his crotch, letting her feel his huge erection. He assumed she wouldn't be able to tell it was meant for Barbara and not her. But now his plans had changed drastically. He only hoped Barbara would not awake while Sarah held him prisoner. At all costs, he had to keep the nurse happy. She might be angry enough to blow the whistle on him.
"Well, how's tricks," he asked, staring at nothing in particular.
"I don't know, why don't you show me?" She squeezed his nuts till he almost cried out in pain.
"Shh," she admonished. "You'll wake Barbara." At last Sarah released her grasp, but to the intern's horror she began unzipping his fly.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"I want to fuck you. Barbara's so pretty that she got me horny. Let's fuck."
"Sarah, you've lost your mind. What if she wakes up?" His prick was exposed, standing up straight in the darkness.
"You'd better see that she doesn't." Sarah pulled up her skirt and rose quietly to stand in front of Ward. Then she straddled him and lowered her pussy on his dong.
"You're too dry," he complained, trying to enter her but finding it impossible. Her lips were sealed.
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Bitch," Ward whispered. He froze when Barbara shifted in her sleep, then relaxed when he heard her breathing resume its steady deep rate. Ward's cock was bending under the weight of Sarah's body, and he was beginning to lose his erection. Fuck, he thought, I'll kill her if I ever get out of this. Look at the bitch, she's really loving it, watching me suffer.
I wonder how she knew I'd come here. It couldn't just be coincidence, could it? No, she's too wily, she knew I'd try and make it with Barbara tonight. Probably broke her back rearranging her schedule so she'd be here waiting for me. Well, what the fuck. I'd better do something about that dry pussy and my deflating cock, or she'll really make a stink.
Ward slipped his hand down to their touching crotches, killing two birds with one stone by fondling her cunt and his prick at the same time. He forced a finger or two up between her labia, digging for the clit. He knew she'd get up the fastest if he tickled her imagine there.
With the rest of his fingers, he stroked the underside of his cock, just below the head, smearing his cock with the love juices that were beginning to flow from his girl's cunt. What a bitch, he thought, referring more to the situation than the girl.
How did I ever get myself into this. But ahh, his cock was slipping inside her now. He held it steady and straight up, letting the head sink deep into her now simmering pot. He worked the tool in all the way, hoping to get her off as soon as possible so he could get the fuck out of there.
Her juices were now at a full boil and it took only seconds to finish her off. Ward didn't come, but he didn't care, zipping up his fly, bidding adieu to his girl and fleeing from that scene of near-disaster.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'd like to see Miss Barbara Thomas." The nurse behind the sixth floor station stared up at the source of the deep, resonant voice. It came from a man about twenty-five years old, six foot three, about two hundred and twenty pounds. He had thick, curly black hair and a five o'clock shadow that started to show about one o'clock.
"Let's see," said the nurse, shuffling through her files. "Miss Thomas is in 606, down the hall to your left.
"Is this gentleman visiting Barbara Thomas?" Dr. Ridgeman had come up behind him.
"Yes, doctor, I am. Are you the one who operated on her?"
"I did. Follow me. I'll take you to her room."
"Much obliged," Jim Strapling said. "And thank you nurse."
"You're welcome," she sighed, secretly hoping that Miss Thomas would have an extended visit on the sixth floor so she could see more of this huge brute.
"You must be Jim," Dr. Ridgeman said as they rounded the corner.
"Has Barbara been talking already?"
"Certainly. She'll be able to leave us the day after tomorrow. She told me you were a big fellow, but I wasn't expecting anything like this. Play football at school?"
"Right tackle."
"Well, Mr. Strapling, Barbara's a fine girl, healthier than ever, I expect."
"I'm sure she's jabbering away just like a monkey by now. If you haven't guessed already, she loves to talk."
"She did find a moment or two to chew the fat with me. But I enjoyed it. I'm a blabbermouth from way back." They entered 606 and found Barbara sitting up in bed watching television.
"Jim!" She clicked the set off and held her arms out to him. He hugged her gingerly, afraid he might hurt her, but Barbara wrapped herself around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Dr. Ridgeman," she said, "how did you know I was hungry?"
"I didn't, I bumped into Jim on the way over here to check up on your abdomen."
"It's all right with me, but Dr. Pearson was here just ten minutes ago to do that."
"I see. I thought I told him earlier today I'd take care of that. Well, let's have a look for my own satisfaction."
"Step aside, honey," she said to Jim. "Dr. Ridgeman just wants to get a look at my unmentionables."
"Behave yourself, young lady," the doctor said, "or I'll keep you locked up in this room for a month."
"I'll be good. The last thing I want to do is spend any more time in this bed. My ass is cramped right up to my neck."
Dr. Ridgeman found nothing wrong with Barbara's healing wound, and reconfirmed his plans to release her in two days.
"That's all I can do for now," Dr. Ridgeman said. "Except, that is, leave you two alone for awhile. Take care."
"Thanks, Doc," Barbara said.
"Nice guy," Jim said when he had gone.
"He's sweet. Miss me?"
"Are you kidding? Ever since Thursday night I've been waiting to see you. I called here a dozen times, but they told me I'd have to wait till today to see you.
"It's only been two days. Come here, and I'll make up for it."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't be silly. Kiss me." Jim bent over and lightly brushed his lips on hers, but Barbara pulled him down and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Jim moaned and held her shoulders, sitting on the bed and dying to get in with her.
Barbara took Jim's hand and moved it down over her left jug. He rubbed it through the material, feeling the knob rise to the occasion, tweaking the hard tip when it was up. Then, slowly, carefully, Barbara lifted up her gown to give him her naked body, pulling it over her waist and smiling sweetly as his hand enveloped her cunt.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be careful not to touch the bandage."
"I'm not worried, except that somebody may come in."
"I'm giving you therapy," he said, spreading the cunt lips apart and peering inside to see the pink flesh glisten with excitement. Jim ran his fingers along the insides of the labia, picking up the moisture and bringing it lower to the hole that waited for him.
Barbara arched her head back and sighed, feeling her whole body being stimulated by his gentle touch. It's been too long, she thought, reveling to the touch of his fingernails as they gently grated along her sensitive flesh. He's so careful, so light with his fingers for such a big man.
And oh, that cock, that mass of hot meat. It's bigger than any cock I've ever seen. Check that. I think there's one that may match it. That intern, Ward Pearson, he must have a huge mother. I'd like to suck on that thing for a few hours.
But he's not here and Jim is, and Jim is big, and he's mine. Barbara sighed again as the huge man slipped a long, fat finger into her pussy. It's as big as some men's cocks, she thought, arching her hips slightly to get it in all the way.
Jim began breathing heavily, the feel of her hot sauce on his fingers making his cock bulge with lust. He unzipped his pants to ease the tension there, and his big dong popped out and lay against his thighs, pulsing with strength, growing with each second.
Barbara gasped when she saw her friendly companion, taking it into her hands and stroking the shaft till the whole mammoth meat head rose ten glorious inches into the air. And that was with Jim's pants still on. When he was naked, and his dong was stretched to its full length, Barbara knew he had a full eleven inches of power to delight her cunt.
"Fuck me," she whispered, dying to stuff that meaty, tasty treat into her cauldron of hot juices.
"No," he said, cramming another finger into her distended hole.
"Please," she begged, holding the head in her hand, squeezing it till it bulged purple and hard like thick rubber. "No. Too risky."
"No more than what we're doing now."
"I can't. We can't. I'd hurt you."
Barbara had forgotten about the bandage, about the still-tender wound that couldn't bare much pressure. Jim was right. They couldn't fuck. She was heartbroken.
"Then let me eat you."
"Later," he said, watching her clit emerge from its fleshy shaft.
"We may not have' time later." She pulled his thing to her, but even with its phenomenal length, it just wouldn't reach.
"Let me get you off first." Jim worked harder at the girl's cunt, frigging it furiously with fast fucking strokes. He didn't want her to eat him just yet because it would mean removing his hand from her dripping hole, and he didn't want to lose any of her love sauce. No one would disturb them, she would be able to eat him and take all the time in the world.
"It's two hours till dinner," he said, twanging her hard clit with his spare hand.
"I see you looked into this thoroughly," she said, gritting her teeth.
"Quiet, you're about to come."
"You're fucking right I am." Jim jigged and jagged at Barbara's hole, finger-fucking it with piston-like motions that made the girl jerk with lust. Her knees were up now, opening her cunt hole to tremendous proportions. And then she felt herself being stuffed, was it possible, with a third thick finger.
Jim waved his hand inside her, lapping at the thick cream that poured from her cunt. But he knew this was only a preliminary wetness, she wasn't coming yet. And Jim knew just how to draw billows of creamy gook from his girl's cunt. He watched the clit stiffen and jerk to his fingers' touch, and remembered how good it always tasted before.
The big man lowered his head over the girl's frothy crotch and prepared to drink her offering down. His mouth covered her long, thin, but oh-so-stiff clit, and Barbara shuddered with passion as he began to suck on it.
"Shit, oh fuck, it's so good. More, eat me more, darling. Ah, that's it, twirl the tip in your mouth. Oooh, don't bite down so hard, you're killing me."
Jim sucked at the juicy morsel as his other hand probed the inner recesses of her spicy cunt. His fingers were covered with a slimy goo that oozed from the walls of her vagina in steady streams. And now he could feel her tighten, the muscles of her whole body contract as the first furious wave of orgasm hit her.
Barbara leaped half off the bed when her cunt exploded in a fury of fiery come. Her hips drove into Jim's fingers like a bull seeking the red cloak, and Jim answered her call by forcing his digits in up to the knuckles. Her cunt hole was bigger than her mouth when she yawned. The flesh was almost ready to tear, and if Barbara had been dry, it surely would have.
But dry was one thing the gorgeous, lustful girl was not. Great walls of thick come spurted out her pussy, flowing up Jim's hand past the wrist. The bed was blanketed in a heavy cream, and Jim wondered how they would explain that away.
But what was this? Jim felt a tugging on his cock, an urgent pulling that almost tore his tool right out of its socket. He was half dragged up the bed to where Barbara could get her mouth on the meaty thing, and she wasted no time in doing just that. With a long, luxuriant slurp, she plopped the prick into her mouth, but because of Jim's awkward position, she could only engulf the head with her hot lips.
"Wait a second, will you," he said, straddling her, but being careful not to touch her bandaged abdomen. His ass rested on her tits, the bottom of his zipper digging sharply into Barbara's cleavage.
She flipped it up so that it faced the other way, spent two seconds rubbing the spot where the metal had bit her, then returned her attention to the thick, swelling rod of cock that was facing her head-on.
"What a prick," she said, taking it by the root and pulling it even farther out. The massive tip brushed against her lips and she let the tip of her tongue kiss it lightly. Jim grunted passionately, moving up higher to force his meat into her mouth.
The head pushed harder against her lips, and Barbara parted them slightly to let the head rest between them. When it was firmly ensconced, she bit down on it with her lips, covering her teeth with them like an old lady who'd forgotten to put on her dentures. Having secured the tip thus, she rapidly wrapped the little bit that protruded into her mouth with her tongue, using fast, hard motions to beat the meat to a pulp.
"Oh fuck," Jim moaned, writhing on top of her. "It's too much, I can't stand it." Barbara ignored him. She knew that the more she fondled his cock in her mouth, the more he would come in the end. And she wanted lots of cream, hot, milky and thick coursing down her throat. The food they served in this hospital was not nearly as good as the gism he could give her as an appetizer before dinner.
But the flapping of her tongue on his incredibly sensitive cock, was bringing things to their climax too fast for Barbara's liking. She felt the shaft stiffen in her hand, a sure sign that come was soon to follow. She therefore released his cock from her oral grasp, letting her boyfriend take a short breather.
"You stopped," Jim complained.
"It's just your imagination."
"What are you up to?"
"I didn't want you to come just yet. I'm not ready."
"I'll never understand you," he said, shaking his head. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to get ready. I'll never be any readier than I am now, or was." They both looked down to see his cock soften up a bit, and this was just what Barbara was waiting for.
"Now you're ready," she said, picking the dong up and popping it back in her mouth. This time she put the whole thing inside her, at least as much as she could fit. She bit at the shaft with her lips and sucked and twirled at the tip with her tongue. Jim jerked up and down, and shortly began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
It was difficult for Barbara to keep up with him, but the sex expert managed, keeping time with his thrusts by sucking regularly, knowing that she would draw every last bit of cream from him.
When the moment came, Barbara was ready. The bulging, swelling of his root told her he was about to spill his load, and she licked up and down on the tip of his thing at an incredible speed to bring all his sauce out.
Jim grunted, went rigid all over, then spat a shot of come into Barbara's mouth. She held it there, refusing to swallow it, and waited for the second jerk. It came, harder, more copious than the first, and Barbara knew that now the spitting would be fast and furious.
She held as much of Jim's come in her mouth as she could, but with that huge dong raging inside her, there wasn't much room for anything else. Finally, when her cheeks were puffed out as if she were holding her breath, Barbara was forced to swallow the thick soup.
It was not that she didn't like the taste, quite the opposite in fact. Barbara wanted to savor all the hot cream while she could. Once it was coursing down her throat, there was nothing she could do about it. She gulped the gism down again and again, moaning softly as her body was coated with his love cream. Then, when Jim had completed about a dozen shots of come, she held the root in one hand and sucked on the tip with her lips, squeezing progressively higher on the shaft to get the last drops out of his urethra. It was like emptying toothpaste from an almost empty tube.
Barbara groaned her satisfaction when this manipulating produced two more drops of pearly cream, which she eagerly devoured. Jim pulled his dork out of her mouth slowly, breathing heavily, but utterly satisfied. There was nothing left inside him. His nuts were bone dry.
"Have you met the other doctor who's working on my case," Barbara said when they were arranged in a more socially acceptable position. "Well, he's not a doctor, really. He's an intern. But they call him 'Doctor.' "
"No, I haven't. Is he the one who came in to check on you before Dr. Ridgeman?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I thought as much."
"What do you mean?"
"You like this guy, don't you?"
"He's been very nice to me."
"I'll bet he has. Just how much of you did he examine?"
"He was as discreet as any doctor could possibly be. I think he only got a glimpse of my cunt hairs, that's all."
Jim looked down at her and scowled. He didn't like the idea of some jerk snooping around his girl's pussy, but he supposed it had to be, seeing as how the guy was studying to be a doctor.
"I think I should spend more time around here," he said.
"Oh, Jim, don't be a bore."
"Did you expect me not to be jealous?"
"Of course I did. That's why I'm telling you about Ward now."
"Oh, so it's Ward, is it?"
"Stop acting like a child. I'm not married to you, you can't tell me who to like and who not to. I'll bet if you had your way, you'd only let me have girls for friends. It'd be a kick in your ass if I turned lesbian on you."
"That's not funny." But Jim knew it was, and he broke out in a grin. "You're too much."
"I know. And I want you to meet Ward. You'd like him."
"If you don't mind, I'll steer clear of him."
"But why?"
"Because I'm afraid I'd bust his head."
"Jim you really are archaic, but I suppose it's one of the things I love about you. You won't want to hurt him, that's what I'm trying to tell you. If I'm any judge of people, you'll get along great together. Now why don't you go look for him and see if you can't have dinner together."
"I'm only doing this for you."
"Yes, baby, I know. Now run along and let me get some rest. And do me a favor, will you, and pull the call button for the nurse. I have to have the sheets changed."
"What are you going to tell them?"
"That I spilled some orange juice."
"Yeah, about a quart of it."
"You bastard. Out!" She laughed and lay back in the sopping bed, hoping her plan would work. If they do make friends, she thought, it won't be long before I'll have Ward's cock out in the open. It's not that I don't dig Jim, I just want tc get to know more people, and more cocks too.
Jim walked through the halls, trying to find the nurses station where he had first inquired for Barbara's room. Peering down one of the corridors that all looked the same to him, he accidentally bumped into Sarah.
"Oh excuse me," Jim said.
"That's quite all right," said Sarah, concentrating on the spot just above her left nipple where this big, gorgeous male had brushed against her. "No damage."
"As long as I've got you here," Jim said, "could you tell me where I might find an intern named Ward Pearson? "Ward?"
"You know him?"
"Intimately."
"Oh really," Jim said, giving this dark beauty the once-over-lightly with his eyes. When he stopped to look at her, she was really an amazing looking chick, even in that sterile uniform.
"I expect Ward's somewhere down around the Emergency Ward. That's where he's stationed."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it. And thanks for the feel."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Where do you think you bumped into me, my fanny?"
"You mean I...."
"Yes, and it was nice. Oh, tell Ward I think I've got lead poisoning on my behind from the sink. He'll understand. Hope to see you around."
"You will." Jim continued through the hospital, following signs for the Emergency Ward. Ward is in the Emergency Ward, he thought. What a name for an intern. His father must have been a demented brain surgeon.
"Ward Pearson?"
"That's me. What can I do for you."
"I'm Jim Strapling, Barbara Thomas's fianc�."
"You're engaged?" Ward gulped hard and backed away from this hulking bruiser.
"Not really. I just wanted to see your reaction when I told you."
"Don't get me wrong, Jim. I'm just an intern. No ulterior motives or anything."
"It's not you I'm worried about. It's Barbara. I've got a feeling she's got plans for you, and me too, I guess."
"You're kidding?"
"I don't kid about it when my woman is about to start playing around."
"You don't want to hit me here," Ward said. "Too messy. We could go into the operating room and then I'd be all ready for surgery."
"Cool it, Pearson. You're not fooling me. I can see you know how to handle yourself. I'm in no mood to fight over her anyway."
"You mean I can have her?"
"What?"
"I was only kidding, honest."
"Funny guy. Barbara said you'd be like this. Oh, by the way, I have a message for you from some nurse I bumped into in the hall on the way down here. From the looks of her, you don't have much need for Barb."
"Sarah, I suppose. What did she say?"
"Something about getting lead poisoning from the sink. She said you'd understand, but I certainly don't."
"That's all right. It's just a little in-joke we have that would take too long to explain."
"Barb said you might want to join me for dinner."
"She said that."
"Sure. Said we'd become bosom buddies by dessert."
"Charming girl. I'm free in an hour. Can you wait?"
"I'll meet you in the cafeteria at six."
"Fine." Ward watched the Hulk stalk off in the direction of Pediatrics and wondered what the hell was going on. Barbara has designs on me. I thought I was the one with the scheming, roving eye. But what about King Kong? He seems docile enough, but I'm sure he doesn't like being told to have a meal with the guy his girl wants to go to bed with. This whole thing is screwy. I've got another half a mind that says fuck the shit out of that Barbara. Let's take a vote. First half abstains, second half votes yes. That settles it. Fucked she'll be.
Dinner was less tense than Ward had expected. This Jim fellow turned out to be a pretty reasonable guy, nothing like he looked. They talked about trivial things, the weather, the hospital, schools they had been to, and then got down to cases with Barbara.
"Listen Ward, I'm not down on you for wanting her. I'm not even asking you to keep away from her. That's your business and Barbara's, really. It just bugs me that I can't do anything about it."
"Jim, you make it sound like I've been planning this for weeks, months. I just met the girl. She's cute, I like her, but I don't want to marry her."
"I know. She wants you though, I can tell. Not permanently. She'd just like to go to bed with you."
Ward felt like he was cheating on his best friend, stealing his girl out from under him. This Jim was making him feel real shitty.
"Listen, why don't you go ahead and beat up on me. You'd make me feel a lot better."
"Why wants to fight? I couldn't even if I were mad at you. If I found another girl I wanted to screw around with, I wouldn't want Barb getting all pissed and jealous. So I really don't have any right to either."
"I see your point. Well, I tell you what. Since you've been so honest with me, and we've both laid everything out in the open, I'll do what I can to keep away from her. But I don't know how long it'll last. I'm not big in the will power department."
The rest of the meal was spent discussing less controversial issues, like sex in general, a subject guaranteed to bring two strangers together on common ground after only a few minutes. By the time they had finished the last of their coffee, Ward had grown more fond of this big man, respecting him for his intelligence and easy-going way. And Jim had known all along that Barbara would be right, that he would take a liking to the intern. She was always right when it came to people.
CHAPTER THREE
The morning that Barbara was to leave North Island County Hospital, Jim and Ward were present along with Dr. Ridgeman to see her off.
"I'll be back," she told them when she had finished dressing and let them in to see her.
"I hope not," said Dr. Ridgeman.
"Not as a patient, but as a student nurse. I've found at long last the career I've been looking for."
"That's very funny," Jim said. "Now let me take your bags and we'll get going."
"I'm serious," she said, sitting down on her suitcase. "Dr. Ridgeman, can you help me get started?"
"Are you sure you want to become a nurse? I detect a hint of other reasons floating around."
"Doctor, how could you suspect me of conniving like that. I want to be a nurse, and I want to start training immediately."
"All right then. It just so happens I have an opening in the intensive training program that begins at the beginning of next week. Come to room 124 at seven-thirty sharp Monday morning. You'll begin classes then. Mind you, this is no easy thing you're taking on. After the first two weeks you'll probably be too tired to tell me how badly you want to quit the program. But I'm willing to take a gamble on you."
"Thanks, Doc. I won't let you down."
"It was you I was thinking of."
In Jim's car on the way back to her apartment, the two of them discussed her momentous decision.
"You're nuts," Jim said unequivocally.
"True, but I'm great in bed."
"Stop fucking around. Why are you really doing this? It's to be near Ward, isn't it?"
"So, it's Ward now, is it?"
"What if it is. I still don't have to like the idea, do I?"
"Ward is only part of it. I really do want to train for a nurse, and don't ask me to spout all those high-minded ideals about medicine and all that shit. I'm doing it because I think it would be fun."
"When they bring in that guy whose lost his arm in a factory accident, and you've got to help stitch him up, then come to me and tell me how much fun begin a nurse is."
"Over-dramatic as usual," Barbara said.
"We'll see. Remember, you were only a patient there. You didn't get to see what nurses do every day they work there."
"And that's just why I want to give it a try. If it doesn't work out, I'll go on to something else. But let me find out for myself, okay?"
"Okay," he said begrudgingly.
The next Monday Barbara started her intensive training. For the next two weeks she worked like a dog, trying to pick up in that short time the knowledge she would need to save human lives, an obviously inadequate time period.
"Don't worry," Dr. Ridgeman told her. "This is merely to get you oriented, so you know your way around the hospital. The real training will come after these first two weeks.
"You see, Barbara, what I'm trying to do by instituting this new scheme, is reduce the time it takes for a woman to become a nurse, while at the same time giving her a more comprehensive, practical knowledge of the field."
"Don't those two goals contradict themselves?"
"No, my dear, they don't. You see, you'll be spending four hours in the afternoon on the job, a member of a team that will be dealing with actual patients. Your duties, of course, will be minimal, but you will learn nursing far faster than if you spent two years in school."
"How long will it take before I become a Registered Nurse?"
"Only half the time. You should be registered within a year."
"That's great, but I don't want any part of it, Dr. Ridgeman, if it means jeopardizing any of the lives of your patients. What if I make a mistake, I mean it won't be as if I were working on a cadaver."
"Your objection is well taken, but you have nothing to worry about. You will not be asked to perform anything which you have not already mastered in class. This method of instruction, though, will enable you to learn the techniques twice as fast as was previously possible."
"I get it, kind of like a speed reading course."
"Well, I wouldn't call it that, but you may."
In two weeks, the Doctor's program had been approved by the Board, and Barbara was assigned to Dr. Ridgeman's team, at the request of a certain young intern who also happened to be on the same emergency squad.
"You're doing fine," Ward said one day after they had just treated a woman for second and third degree burns.
"You think so, huh? Maybe outside, but I think my vital organs melted after that last one. Will she be all right?"
"Hard to say just now. But Dr. Ridgeman knows what he's doing, so don't worry."
"I know I'm supposed to care, Barb, otherwise you'd have no business being here. But when that patient is on the operating table, don't let your feelings get ahead of your skill and control."
"Yes, sir, Doctor, sir."
"Cut it out. Let's get some lunch."
They met Sarah in the cafeteria and Ward asked her to join them.
"I'd be delighted. It's been so long since I've seen much of you."
"Sarah, behave yourself. I guess you two have met."
"We've bumped into each other in the halls," Barbara said. "I guess I've been hoarding your boyfriend a little lately."
"That's quite all right," Sarah said. "There's plenty of him to go around."
"Hold it girls, just hold it. I'm not going to have any squabbles on my hands. If you two want to discuss something together, you can do it on your own time, not on mine."
"Well, what did you expect me to do," Sarah said.
"She's right, Ward."
"Whose side are you on?" he asked Barbara.
"Mine. I don't want to make any enemies. I think we're making this whole thing bigger than it really is."
"Honey," Sarah said, "you obviously haven't seen just how big it is. Otherwise you wouldn't be so complacent."
"Really," Barbara said, getting interested. "Just how big is it?"
"This is ridiculous," Ward said, starting to rise.
"Don't go, baby," Sarah said. "This is just getting good. Now, Barbara, just how much do you think you can handle?"
"Are you insinuating what I think you're insinuating?"
"Well, honey, you do seem to have a small body frame."
"I thought registered nurses were supposed to have some knowledge of anatomy. Even I know body size doesn't determine cunt size, if you'll pardon my French."
"Chalk one up for Barbara," Ward said, taking a pencil from his coat pocket and keeping score on the paper place mat.
"Would you shut up," Sarah said. "Barbara and I are trying to have an intelligent discussion."
"Where were we?" the other girl said. "Oh yes, the size of my cunt. Suffice it to say there's not a man in this hospital I couldn't fit up my hole."
"Don't you think that's a bit of a rash statement?"
"Sarah, you'd have to see me to believe me.
"I'd rather see Ward. It's nothing personal, but men's cocks are so much nicer than other women's cunts."
"One for Sarah," Ward said.
"That's just as rash a statement as the one you claim I made. How do you know till you've tried it?"
"Hear that, Ward? You're starting to mess around with a bi-sexual. I hope you know what's good for you."
"You women are incredible. I've seen cats who behaved better than you."
"And who said anything about being AC-DC? I'm as straight as they come."
"And just how do they come?" Sarah asked.
"Hard and heavy. But ask Ward in a week or two. He'll be able to give you all the details."
"That does it," he said. "I'm leaving. All this bile floating around isn't good for my digestion. I leave you women to sort this out, especially the bit about my hopping on to you, Barb. In case you haven't noticed, men like to make their own decisions about who they're going to ball. Have a nice lunch."
Ward picked up his tray and moved to the opposite end of the cafeteria, sitting with his back to the girls.
"That's quite a man," Barbara said.
"You're damn right he is."
During the next few weeks, Ward found it difficult to keep his mind off either of the girls. Sarah was punishing him for this whole business with Barbara, and Ward in turn, was trying desperately and barely successfully to keep his word with Jim.
Sitting at home alone in his apartment one night after a particularly boring day at North Island, Ward found himself pacing around the living room, rubbing his crotch. Ridiculous, this is ridiculous, he kept muttering to himself. I'm horny as a mother and nothing to do about it. Shit, look at this, completely alone in here with a hard-on as big as a railway spike.
Ward paced into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. He was too hot for words, it had been over a week since his cock had tasted pussy, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He zipped open his pants in a rapid, tortured movement, then pulled down his shorts to let his huge dork out.
"Most beautiful mother prick in the whole world," he said, admiring its tremendous length and width. "Shit, I'd sure like to eat this mother. I wonder what it would be like." Ward was so frantic for sex that any sexual thought he entertained, no matter how bizarre, seemed appealing to him.
"Maybe I should try and eat myself. What a kick. Sarah would never believe it. But it's her fucking fault. I wouldn't be reduced to doing this shit if it weren't for her damn jealousy." He sat back against the headboard and stared at his swollen member. The head was big and round, except for its front which was flattened and blunt. The little vertical slit looked uncannily like a mouth in miniature.
Ward wanted to kiss his cock's mouth. He knew what he was thinking was more insane than anything else he'd ever done with a girl, let alone himself, but he just had to try it. He held his cock firmly by the root and leaned over, trying to kiss it with his puckered lips. Shit, he thought, I hope there are no hidden cameras in here. I must look like an ass-hole.
But Ward couldn't reach his cock, even though it was bigger and longer than most men's. He cursed his lips for not being able to stretch the necessary two or three inches needed to make contact, and tried to think of another way around this obstacle.
He yanked on his dong rhythmically to keep it hard, but thoughts of Barbara and Sarah made that unnecessary. As he stood up to think things over, his cock soared almost a foot into the air, a beautiful arrow of sexual prowess. If there was only a way he could get at the thing.
Maybe I should just jack-off, like normal men in my condition. No. that's too simple, too easy. I need something really perverse, really weird to make it extra good. What I really need is a fuck, but there's nothing around to ball.
He bent over again and tried to reach his dork, but the downward motion of his back sent his hips back behind him and the dong receded as he lowered himself. Fuck, he thought, getting hornier by the second. He ran to the bathroom and started rummaging around for a bottle or jar with a mouth big enough to take his huge member in. In the process of looking, his dork deflated a touch, and he thought he had found what he needed. It was a bottle that contained pills for headaches, and Ward quickly emptied them onto the toilet seat. Then he stuffed the plastic bottle with cotton so his dong would have something to fuck, and placed his dork into the mouth of the bottle.
Holding it in one hand, he jerked it back and forth over his prick, closing his eyes and trying to imagine that he was fucking Barbara or Sarah, he didn't particularly care which. But then disaster struck. The more he excited himself, the bigger his cock grew until the shaft was rubbing uncomfortably hard against the mouth of the bottle.
"Shit," Ward said when he realized that he was stuck. He yanked on the jar but it wouldn't budge, so he sat down on the toilet, spilling the pills onto the floor, and waited. A few minutes later he could free himself, and in his frustration he threw the entire mess out, including the pills.
Then he went through every drawer, looked in every cabinet for a bottle with a bigger neck, but there was nothing he could use. There were all kinds of cream and lotions he could smear onto his body, but he'd done that before in his high school days, and now he wanted something more sophisticated.
I've got to blow myself. It's the only way. He lay down on the bed and rested from his previous exertion in the bathroom. Rubbing his balls gently and fingering his shaft, he soon had another glorious hard-on, and this time he could almost feel his balls turning blue.
Wait a minute. I've been going at this the wrong way. Bending over to reach it would never work, but there is another way. He jumped off the bed in blatant glee, positive now that he could accomplish his perverse task.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward to give himself momentum, then threw his legs over his head, doing a somersault but not completing the roll. He ended up with his knees touching his ears, his ass way up in the air, his feet somewhere around his pillow and his cock only inches away from his face.
Ward's neck was bent so that his chin was pressed hard against his chest. It was difficult for him to breathe, but after a while he caught the hang of it, and balancing himself with one arm on the bed, used the other hand to grab his dork and stretch it toward his mouth.
Oh momma this is going to work, he thought, the tip of his dork just brushing against his lips. Lying on the bed like this gives my spine the extra leverage it needs to bend, my body weight forcing me to curve more so my head gets closer to my dork. Dr. Ridgeman would be proud of this exercise!
But Ward was still not satisfied with his position. He could just kiss his tip, and with his tongue he could lick the head, but Ward wanted more, he wanted the whole mother head in his mouth so he could suck and tug at it like Sarah had done so many times.
Carefully, so he would not get a cramp, he uncurled himself, and stood up, listening to his spine creak as it straightened. Then he went to the living room, grabbed a couple of small pillows and brought them back to the bed. He propped them up strategically, then rolled himself backward again so that his head rested on the pillows, forcing it up even more, giving him a more pronounced arch.
Now, he thought, now I'll get it. His cock was hard with only the thought of eating himself, and as he maneuvered his ass over his head, the dork touched his lips without the help of his hand. He kissed at it and licked it lovingly, finding out why the women were so attracted to it.
Its texture was smooth and firm, a fortress of love that he wanted to unleash into his own mouth. Ward pushed down on his ass and the head of his dork poked in between his lips.
Ward moaned. The pleasure was exquisite. He had never felt so good before, cramped back or not. He humped himself as best he could, forcing his dong in deeper, finally getting a good grip on the head with his lips, holding there as his tongue worked magnificent things on the tip.
He slid his pink poker into the mouth of his cock, and for the first time in his life, he tasted his own love juice. Wild bolts of liquid fire shot through him as he lapped the drops up, swallowing their goodness and moaning with delight as his licking only succeeded in bringing more sauce to his cock's mouth.
His prick was obliging him, giving him just what he wanted, and Ward was grateful. He sucked on his member till the head was bright red, giving himself a hicky to end all hickies.
The experience was so novel, so amazing, that it only took a matter of seconds to get Ward off. He felt the tip suddenly get hard, and he pushed down even more on his butt, getting the rim of his head behind his lips and into his hungry mouth.
"I'm going to come. I'm going to come in my mouth. This is terrific. It's too much. Oh fuck, there it is, it's getting ready, I'm gonna spew spunk any second. Ahhh!" Hot gushes of cream coursed down Ward's mouth, spilling into his throat with fierce rapidity. He was to swallow fast to keep from choking on the gism, and he couldn't control his muscular contractions. They just kept coming and coming till he thought he would blow a pubic fuse.
His mouth was filled with his own come, the taste thrilling him and making him spit more sauce into his mouth. It was easy now for him to keep his dork in his mouth. It was there of its own accord, coming vibrantly, the head spitting furiously into his mouth. Finally the deluge ceased, and a weary Ward fell limp on his side, almost immediately falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Ward was not the only one horny enough to resort to something as sordid and lewd as blowing himself. Sarah cursed herself every lonely minute of the night for rejecting her man, needing him and wanting his cock shoved up her juicy and empty cunt.
But she was stubborn, and was determined not to be the first to break. Ward had told her of his promise to Jim to keep away from Barbara, but the big dark-haired woman wasn't taken in by that. She would hold back her cunt from him if it killed her.
And just about now, after a week of no fucking, Sarah was beginning to think her horny nature would kill her. She was dying for a fuck, aching for cock, for fresh meat that would fill her box and make it pour cream. She almost ran to the telephone to call her lover, and if she had she would have gladly begged for him to come over and give her what she needed.
But she stood firm, or rather lay firm, lying on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to think of who was going to win the pennant that year. But it was no use, sex has always been a greater drive than baseball, and it always will be. Sarah rolled over on her stomach and looked into her pillow, pretending it was Ward.
"Hello, baby. How about a fuck? Yes I know I said you couldn't, but I've changed my mind. I'm dying for one, can't you tell?" She got up on her knees and lifted up her nightgown, showing the pillow her dripping cunt.
"Look at all the sauce, and it's going to waste. Won't you fuck me, suck me, pet me, wet me? You're cock is so big, so meaty, so good to eat. Let me eat your cock."
She leaned down on her hands and knees and took the pillow to her, undulating her hips in the air as she began biting and kissing a corner of the pillow, almost seeing Ward's cock in its place.
"Mmmmmm, so good, I could eat you forever." She began chewing mightily on the thing, her mouth full of saliva, a sign of her incredible lust. The pillow became moist with spittle, and Sarah groaned and grunted over it, twanging the tip with her tongue, trying to get it to come in her mouth.
"Doesn't that get you hot, darling? Maybe you'd prefer it if I let you fuck me. I know you want to. You're just playing hard to get. Here, take my pussy. It's yours, all motherfucking yours."
And with that she grabbed the pillow, and using the edge that was now soaked with moisture, began stuffing up her gorgeous cunt hole, moaning and sighing as the foam rubber inched up her pussy.
She kneeled on the bed, her breasts high, her head thrown back, her mouth open. With both hands she pushed increasingly harder, till almost a third of the pliant pillow was crammed up her cunt. She screamed with delight as the tip that had entered her first touched the tip of her cervix, tickling her with lusty strokes as the pillow surged deeper.
At last she was stuffed with pillow, jammed full of foam rubber. Her cunt was huge, distended and swollen with this strange meat. And now Sarah was getting off on it, starting to come with hard downward shoves from her hips, shudders that shook her entire body as she vented her pent up emotions on the cotton material, burying it in a mound of steaming scum.
Barbara too was having problems, but they weren't nearly on the drastic level of Ward and Sarah. Jim was being a nuisance, still claiming that she was interested in Ward, which in fact, she was, but she kept telling him he had nothing to worry about. Both of them were as horny as their masturbating acquaintances, but they had each other to soothe their frazzled nerves.
"I need you," Jim said one evening when he was having dinner with Barbara.
"Darling, I want you too. Please don't be upset about Ward. You've got to believe me that there's nothing serious between us."
"I believe you. But that's now. Later I know something will be between you, his cock."
"Why do we always end up talking about
Ward's cock. I haven't even seen it yet."
"Yet, did you hear yourself. You intend to see it, don't you?"
"Yes, for Pete's sake, I intend to, but that's nothing that should upset you. Things like this happen all the time. I can't understand why you're being so provincial about it. I don't love Ward, I love you. It's just that I'm attracted to him and would like to fuck him once or twice. Is there anything so horrible about that?"
"I might lose you."
"You'll never lose me." She went to him and took his hand. "I love you, you big dope."
He kissed her and held her tightly, knowing deep inside that she was right. He had no right to go on like this. It would be worse for their relationship than her future affair with Ward. But as they kissed and got hot, Jim knew that he had one ace in the hole. And that was Ward's promise to keep away from Barbara. He knew he would keep his word. Now it was just up to his girl, to see who was the stronger.
"Let's go into my bedroom," Barbara coaxed, unzipping Jim's fly.
"We haven't finished eating."
"I know. I want to do it in there. I need dessert. Dessert and meat at the same time. That's what I get from your big, fat cock."
She led him into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, making him watch as she undressed. Jim's eyes grew with this cock as her breasts appeared, large twin globes that shone brilliantly, seemingly of their own angelic light.
"Kiss me, Jim, Kiss me here, on my nipples." She held her red, pointed tips out to him, pinching them slightly to get them up. They were lovely things, ripe for plucking, ready to be sucked. And Jim wasted no time in complying with her request. His mouth was over her left boob in a flash, tasting its sweetness and covering the head of her tit with juicy saliva.
Barbara writhed to her man's touch, pushing her chest out to stuff more of her jugs into his mouth. They were beautiful tits, and Barbara had even gotten herself to come by fondling them by herself in front of her mirror. They were so perfect, so firm and big that she could hardly resist them herself. And now she was so horny that the temptation was too great.
While Jim worked diligently at one of her nipples, Barbara raised her other breast to her mouth, bending the nipple back to place it in her mouth. She held it at length for just a moment to gaze on its wrinkled loveliness. The smooth skin surrounding the knob had shriveled up, contracted so that the tip could grow and expand. And that it did, pushing pertly outward with each lick on its sister, excited by the very knowledge that it was soon to enjoy the same comforts.
Barbara opened her mouth and lowered her head, her thick locks of hair falling around her breast, hiding from view. But on the inside, behind the tent her hair had created, Barbara could see the knob rise still more in the subdued light. She let her tongue slide out of her mouth, moist and alluring, and let it lick leisurely at the tip of her tit. Her body quivered with excitement as tiny sparks of joy flitted through her breast and spread a warm glow throughout her chest.
The twin glows of the two tongues working on her breasts mingled at her cleavage, then spread further out to envelope her entire body. Barbara was supercharged with sex, and the focal points of her excitement were her nipples. They seemed to be alight with passion, lit with love, and now the two of them, both Jim and Barbara made little mad sucking noises as she neared her peak.
With a heaving jerk that almost made her lose her balance, Barbara jumped in the air and cried with joy, the sound garbled because her mouth was full of tit meat. Her cunt exploded in that instant and Jim's pants were liberally sprayed with hot juice.
Her tits still throbbing from their exquisite massage, Jim stripped himself, threw his woman roughly on the bed, and proceeded to fuck the everloving shit out of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day after Barbara got her fuck kicks from Jim, she met Sarah in the women's room, preparing for another day's work. It was the first time they had really had a chance to be alone after Barbara joined her emergency team with Dr. Ridgeman and Ward.
"Hi Sarah, how's it going?"
"Not too bad. Didn't get much sleep last night."
"Me neither."
"Oh yeah? Why not?"
"Oh, you know. Jim's a pretty demanding fellow."
Shit, Sarah thought. She got hers last night. Why didn't I get mine? It's not fair. It's not fucking fair.
"He certainly is a big man," Sarah said.
"In more ways than one."
Then why don't you stick to him and leave my Ward alone? But you know, I'd be willing to take a crack at Jim myself. I wonder.....
"How come you didn't sleep much?"
Sarah started to make up a fib, but just before she verbalized her thoughts, she changed her mind. "I was incredibly horny," she said resolutely. "I haven't had a fuck in ages."
"What about Ward?"
Then Sarah knew why she had told Barbara the truth. It was going to force the issue with her. "I should think you'd know as much about that as I do."
"Oh, I get it. You're holding back on Ward because you think he's after me."
"Think? His cock's hard every minute of the day thinking about your pussy."
"Well, if you must know, he hasn't spoken a word to me for over a week except hello and goodbye."
"I don't trust him, and I don't trust you either."
"Now that I can understand." She shrugged her shoulders. "What have you got to worry about? I don't mind telling you, you're an amazing looking chick. You should be able to keep things under control."
"Thanks a heap. Say listen, I'm hornier than a bitch without a mate. Can't you lay off my man?"
"You're talking to the wrong person. I've hardly said anything to encourage him."
"Words aren't necessary with your body."
"This complimenting is going too far, and besides," Barbara said, straightening her starched cap, "we're running late. Why don't we meet for lunch and continue our talk there?"
"Fine. Let's go meet the men."
Barbara and Sarah met for lunch, and when Ward tried to join them, he was surprised to be turned away. They told him they had important matters to discuss, which tipped Ward off to the fact that the subject matter would undoubtedly be his and Jim's genitalia.
"He certainly is a virile looking bastard," Barbara said, watching Ward wend his way to an empty table.
"Oh, he's not that great. Jim is a hell of a lot bigger and stronger."
"Perhaps, but size isn't everything."
"It helps." They looked at each other and grins began to break on each of their faces.
"I know what we're thinking," Barbara said, "and it's naughty."
"Maybe, but I'll tell you if you tell me."
"Oh hell, what the fuck. Jim gets his up eleven inches when he's in good form."
"You're kidding."
"Honest."
"But that's how big Ward gets. Small world, isn't it?"
"I'll say. And you can take him all."
"Sure. Can't you fit Jim in."
"Of course I can. I told you I had a great pussy."
"Yes, but is it firm and meaty like mine, or loose from the beating it must get?"
"Tight as it was the day I got my first fuck."
"When was that?"
"Shit, I can hardly remember it was so long ago." Barbara thought for a moment, picturing the man but not the place. "Oh yeah, I remember. I was in seventh or eighth grade, I'm not sure which. I had a date with this guy Tom something-or-other. We went back to his place and he locked me in his bedroom while his parents were out. Then he stripped me and fucked me twice before taking me home."
"You were raped so young," Sarah said sympathetically.
"Not really. About half way through the first fuck I began to like it, and by the time he shot, I wanted more. It was my idea to do it a second time."
"Why, you promiscuous thing, you!"
"I confess. I've had a big appetite for cock ever since. I guess that's why I was attracted to Ward the first time I saw that bulge in his pants."
"I'm beginning to understand. I kind of feel the same way about Jim."
"Now that's something new. When did you decide that?"
"Not long ago."
"You're sure it isn't just to make me jealous so I'll lay off Ward."
"It was at first, but the more I think about it, the more I'd like to try my hand at him."
"Well, I'll be a blue-nosed gopher."
"What? Where'd you pick that up?"
"Oh, from some television show that used to be on about a century ago. I use it whenever I'm surprised."
"Charming."
"Stop teasing, Sarah. Let's be friends."
"We are, haven't you noticed?"
"I guess so. It's hard not to like you. We really should get together. The four of us, I mean."
"I was thinking that, too. How about this Saturday night? We could go out for dinner or something."
"Great. I'll suggest it to Ward and you tell Jim. That way we'll get everything out in the open and clear the air of this mess. Then maybe I'll be able to get that fuck I've been wanting."
"Yes. I'm getting tired of playing games with people I want to be friends with. After all, we spend the whole day together with Dr. Ridgeman. There's no reason for us to stay apart and quarrel over something as silly as a little fuck. You're not worried about Ward's love, are you?"
"No, of course not. I'm just jealous. It's hereditary, I think."
"I know what you mean. But I'm not worried about Jim either."
"What?"
"Oops! I guess I spilled the beans."
"You mean he's been talking about me?"
"Just last night. That was the first time I heard him mention you."
"Tell me, what did he say?"
"Well ... he made me promise not to tell."
"Shit, Barbara. Don't do this to me."
"Okay. He just said he thought you'd be great in bed."
"How perceptive. The man's a genius."
"Don't get your hopes up. I think he was just saying it to get back at me for having a roving eye."
"Well, whatever. It was nice of him to think of me."
"I'll tell him you said so."
"Like hell."
"Only kidding," Barbara said.
From that moment on, the two girls came closer together, confused slightly by the fact that their men were interested in both of them, but unable to suppress the friendship that grew each day.
That Friday, the hospital was visited by a very important personality, Mrs. Arthur Ridgeman, herself. It was the first time since
Ward had been at North Island that he had seen her. When he did, standing outside of the doctor's office, he was thunderstruck.
She was about forty, elegant, thin, but with a figure that begged description. Her breasts were high and proud, her hair greying slightly, adding a distinguished quality to her appearance that Ward couldn't resist.
When Dr. Ridgeman introduced them, he held her hand as if it belonged to a goddess, and to the young man's impressionable mind, she was. Aphrodite or Athena, or maybe a little of both.
"Ward," said Dr. Ridgeman after his wife had been introduced to the intern, "you and I have a date in Emergency. Cindy, you'll have to wait here in my office until we're through. It shouldn't be long."
"I don't mind, darling," she said.
Ward trembled at the melodious sound of her voice. It had tonal qualities he never had thought existed in humans before. It was not a high whine, nor was it too deep. Soft, yet throaty, and totally captivating.
They left her in the office and continued to the operating room where a patient had just been wheeled in with a broken arm.
"Compound fracture," Ward said, making his preliminary examination.
"Fracture kit, nurse," Dr. Ridgeman said.
Sarah brought the required equipment to the table beside the patient. The doctor worked for fifteen minutes, resetting the bones, repairing fractured bone structures, taking care not to leave any splinters in the victim's arm.
"This may take longer than I expected, Ward. Do me a favor, will you? You're not really needed here. Go back to my office and sit with my wife for a while. I may be another half hour here." The thought of spending some time with that lady made his cock twitch with desire. She was sitting on the edge of the doctor's couch, reading a magazine.
"Mrs. Ridgeman?"
"Yes?"
"Your husband asked me to come keep you company. He's been detained in the operating room."
"Nothing too serious, I hope."
"No. It's just going to take more time than he thought."
"Aren't you needed?"
"Not really. I'm only an intern. Your husband can handle it by himself. It's only a compound fracture."
"Please," she said, gasping quaintly. "I'd rather not hear the gory details. Come sit down and tell me a little about yourself."
Well, I have this great cock that's just melting to get into your pussy. It's about a foot long with a big fat head so that I'm sure you'd just love to suck on for an hour or so. Yes, I'm sure you'd just love to suck on it for an hour or so. Would you like to? It can be arranged.
Naturally, Ward never uttered any of his fantastic thoughts. He just sat and stared at Mrs. Ridgeman until she had to repeat her question.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Then he proceeded to tell her about his college and his medical training and what he hoped to do and specialize in. This must be boring her to death, he thought, because I know it's putting me to sleep.
"This can't be much fun for you to hear. I'm sure you could tell me things about yourself that would be much more interesting for both of us to hear."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I mean, what's it like being married to such a famous doctor like your husband?"
"Hectic, I suppose. Yes, that's the word for it. I never know if he's coming or going. You can forget about a good night's sleep, but I guess you know about that."
"I do. Many's the time I've been called up at three or four in the morning and told that Dr. Ridgeman needs me in surgery."
"He is heartless."
"Oh, I don't know. He's only doing it for my good. Sometimes he doesn't need me at all. He just wants me to see some new technique he's using, or some new gadget that he's trying out for the first time. It's really exciting if you can keep your eyes open."
"I can imagine," she said. There was a long pause. "Well, what do you do for relaxation?"
I fuck, lady, and I fuck hard. Here, let me show you.
"I like swimming and tennis, and I used to bowl when I was in college."
"I've never been bowling myself."
Ward could see that mentioning that had been a mistake. That was obviously a sport one didn't mention around high society people like Mrs. Ridgeman. She had played tennis and did like to swim. There was still hope.
Hope for what? I'm not actually thinking of fucking this woman, am I? That's the ultimate in conceit. She probably thinks of me as a child, a little boy that her husband baby sits for at the hospital. If she could see my prick she would be quick to change her mind.
They chatted about small insignificant things, and as they talked, Ward heard a warning bell go off in his head. It clanged louder and louder and made its way down to his groin where he realized the trouble.
His cock was growing, inch by glorious inch, and it was expanding in his pants. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He crossed his legs and felt his face heat up as he began to blush, but so far he was safe. Mrs. Ridgeman, or Cindy as he liked to think of her, hadn't noticed as yet.
He knew she would, though. They all did in the end. It was just too great a phenomenon to miss. The bulge increased in size until even the man's crossed legs couldn't conceal his erection. He was trapped. He couldn't get up, for then she'd be sure to notice, and he couldn't just sit there because all she had to do was look down.
She was looking down at his crotch and as her eyes widened her jaw dropped and she gasped for breath.
Ward's face contorted into a variety of assorted dismayed and alarmed expressions, finally settling on one of extreme fear. What would she do? Would she tell her husband about this? He would be expelled from the hospital, he'd never be a doctor, blacklisted in every medical association in the country.
An awkward silence followed, one in which Ward changed his strategy from one of defense to offense. I'm fucked, he thought, real fucked. So there really isn't any way for me to get out of this. I might as well take advantage of her, rip her clothes off, and fuck the life out of her.
No, I won't do that. I can't. It's not her fault I got this sticker. I wonder what she's thinking. Maybe if I try and get her mind off of it.
"You look all dressed up, Mrs. Ridgeman. Are you and your husband going out tonight?"
"Y-yes, we are. To the theater." Her eyes were still glued to his crotch.
"Mrs. Ridgeman, is there something bothering you?"
"Me? No, not at all. I'm fine."
"I'm glad. You look like something's bothering-"
"Could you get me a glass of water, please?"
"Sure." Ward got up, carefully keeping as much of his back to her as possible. He crept into the halls, filled a paper cup with water, and hurried back to the doctor's office.
He couldn't walk in backwards, and was forced to hand her the cup of water, his crotch facing her full on. She missed it the first time and had to take her eyes off his bulging member to grasp the cup.
"Thank you," she said, but Ward could tell by her actions and the sound of her voice that she was not thanking him merely for the water. She wants it, he thought gleefully. I'm saved, and I can have her, too. Shit, this is wonderful, fucking marvelous!
Something in Cindy's eyes told him to lay off for a while, she had to think this over. But he knew that the size of his dick would win out in the end. It was too tempting a treat for her to resist. It was a good thing he didn't start unzipping his pants at that very moment, because in walked Dr. Ridgeman to break up their silent conversation.
"So quiet? I thought you'd be bosom buddies by now."
"Ward was just telling me about all his hobbies," Cindy said.
"You never told me about them."
"You never asked," Ward said jovially.
"All right, wise guy, back to the ward. Now you're needed."
"Another case?"
"No. We need you to clean up."
Ward gave the doctor a semi-dirty look as he left, but it was all in fun. As he made his way to the elevator, Ward thought what a crime it would be to have an affair with his mentor's wife. It gave him something to think about before he began making plans for the momentous seduction.
CHAPTER FIVE
The restaurant the girls chose to have dinner at was loaded with atmosphere. It was a dark little Italian place with small round tables covered with red and white checkered cloths. Barbara made sure they were seated in the most remote corner of the restaurant, and then let the men take her coat.
"Nice place," Jim said, sitting between the two girls. He faced Ward.
"Yeah," the other man said. "Who picked it out?"
"We both did," Sarah said.
"You two have gotten pretty chummy since you met," Jim said, breaking a breadstick in two and devouring it.
"Why not? We have a lot in common," Barbara said.
"Certainly," Sarah added. "We both like the same men, and our men like the same women."
Jim shopped chewing and stared at Barbara, then at Sarah. His eyes lit up, showing even in the dimly lit room.
"What's this all about?" he inquired.
"Isn't it obvious?" Barbara said. "We've just decided to stop beating around the bush."
"What bush is that?" Ward asked.
"The bush around your cock," Sarah whispered.
"Sarah," Ward said, "we're in mixed company."
"The more mixed, the better," her friend said.
"I don't know about you, Ward, but I need a drink."
Jim called the waiter over and ordered a double martini, extra dry. Ward made it four of them and they continued their conversation.
"Now," Ward said, "Let me get this straight. Are you intimating that you want a switch?"
"Nothing permanent, you understand," Barbara said. "Just for a night or two. We could all stay together in the same place."
"No," Jim said emphatically, shaking his head. "Out of the question."
"There's one in every crowd," Barbara said.
"I think there may be two," Ward said, remembering his vow to Jim.
"Ward," Sarah complained. "I think you'd be the last one to put it down. This is your big chance to get into Barbara's pants.
Jim was obviously hurt by her choice of words, and Ward saw his pained look.
"You heard what Jim said. It's no good. Neither of us wants it. Get it?"
"No, I don't get it," Sarah said. "Why the sudden change?"
"I have my reasons."
"He doesn't like me anymore," Barbara said, pouting.
"Cut it out, will you," Jim said. "You're making fools of yourselves."
"Easy, Jim," Ward said. "It was only a suggestion."
"And a dirty one."
"Oh, so that's it," Barbara said. "Jim's too moral for the rest of us."
"Call me what you want. I still say we have no business messing around like that."
"Can I ask you a question?" Sarah said.
"Sure."
"Do you want to go to bed with me?"
Jim sat silent for a second, and then admitted that he would like it very much.
"Then why won't you agree to a swap?" Barbara asked.
"You know damn well why."
"No I don't. Tell me."
"I'm jealous, that's why. I want to keep you all to myself. Is there anything so terrible about that?"
"You're sweet," Barbara said. "I've always known you were, but why don't you give in to your desires, just once?"
"What do you think I'm doing? My desire is to have you, be with you."
"What about Sarah?"
"She has nothing to do with our relationship, no offense," he said, nodding at the girl.
"But she does, and she will. She wants you, too. You can't ignore that."
"I'm not trying to. I just think everything would work out better if we left well enough alone. We could all end up hating each other."
"Jim's got a point," Ward said.
"How could I hate a man with an eleven-inch cock?" Barbara said.
"I see my beans have been spilt," Ward said.
"And mine," said Jim.
"Don't tell me we're twins?"
"I guess the girls would know."
"We've compared notes," Sarah said.
"But we'd like to make a detailed study," Barbara added.
"I've told you how I feel about that already," said Jim.
"Darling," Barbara said, "why don't you have a few more drinks, like a dozen?"
"A little alcohol in my blood isn't going to change my mind about this."
"It's worth a try," Sarah said, pushing his drink toward him.
Most of the conversation during dinner had to do with the lengths of the men's cocks and how much the girls would like to trade places to see if there was any difference.
Jim and Ward really couldn't fathom why they were so persistent, but the latter was certainly more interested than his friend.
By the time they were on their way back to Ward's for after-dinner drinks, the intern had a hard-on that made the girls' eyes bulge with lust.
"I'd sure like to get my hands on that," Barbara said, as she watched Ward get out of the car and walk to his front door.
"Oh shit," Ward whispered to himself. "I'd love you to."
"What was that, honey?"
"Nothing, Sarah. I thought I lost my key. Here it is."
He opened the door and watched them file past. Sarah looked exceptionally beautiful tonight, her breasts full and round, bulging out of her low-cut dress. He knew she had worked so hard to make herself sexy not to impress him, but Jim. Ward didn't mind. He also realized Barbara looked terrific just for him.
"I like your dress," he said as she brushed past him.
"Mmmmm," was all she moaned, a deep and throaty affair that made Ward's cock jerk with lust. Then she just touched it with her hand, giving it a squeeze, but acting like she had done nothing.
Ward groaned, following her inside, walking made difficult for him because of the protrusion stretching his pants. Jim gave his pal's hard-on a glance as they arranged themselves in the living room, and he didn't look too happy about it. After all, it was meant for his girl.
Jim thought about Ward putting that swollen love stick into Barbara's cunt and he shivered with jealousy. He wasn't mad at Ward or even Barbara, it was just a situation he'd rather avoid.
Ward and Sarah sat on the couch, and the other couple took chairs across from them. They sat silently for a moment, just watching each other, watching Ward's erection maintain its rigid beauty. Finally, Sarah broke the silence.
"How do you keep it hard so long."
"Wise ass," Ward said.
"No, really," his girl said. "I mean, it must be close to half an hour by now, and no one's even touched you."
"Would you like me to go take a cold shower?"
"Only if I can go with you," Barbara said. "Aren't you getting bored with this by now?" Jim asked everyone.
"How can I be bored with something I haven't tried?" his girl replied.
"What we need here is a change of pace," Sarah said.
"You've been suggesting that all evening," Ward said.
"No, I mean the way we're arranged," she replied. "Darling, you go sit in Jim's chair and Jim, you come sit next to me."
"I don't think I should."
"No will power," Sarah said.
"It's not that."
"Then what?" Barbara asked.
"Then nothing," Jim said, pissed by the whole state of affairs.
He rose and crossed to the couch, nodding at Ward as they switched places. Well, here I am, he thought, shutting their voices out and glancing at Sarah's huge shelf composed of breast meat. He sighed and wondered about the whole thing. Man, I'd like to get into her pants, but I just can't see Ward going to bed with my woman.
He looked at Sarah again and saw that her skirt had ridden up until he could almost see the delicate curve of her ass. That was when the first twitch in his groin struck.
He cringed with fear as he felt his own mighty meat begin to pulse. He was more embarrassed than anything else. What if they see she's making me hard? Shit, I've got to get it down. Down, down I say!
But it was no use. Jim's cock was increasing in size, bulging beneath his pants like a giant worm. like all men faced with this disturbing situation, he crossed his legs, and like all men with cocks that size, it failed to do any good.
"Hey, wake up," Sarah said, tapping him on the shoulder. "We must really be boring you."
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I said, I'm going into the kitchen to fix us some drinks. Would you like to give me a hand?"
This was his escape route. Before his cock got hard as a rock, he agreed to help her and bolted for the kitchen door.
"Looks like Jim may have changed his mind," Barbara said, getting up and lying down on the couch.
"Taking a nap?" Ward said.
"Just waiting for you."
He went to the couch and kneeled by her side, looking down into those exotic eyes.
"I'm sure Sarah will keep him busy in there for quite a while," she said. "Come sit beside me.
Her words were like a drug, intoxicating him, lifting him up and setting him down again on the long couch, his ass touching her waist.
Barbara took hold of Ward's pants and rubbed his crotch, feeling the strength of his hard-on and anticipating the rise of her nipples as her excitement increased. She stroked the shaft lovingly, taking her time and going from the tip to the root as the cock lay flat up against Ward's stomach.
The man sat there quietly, his dork straining the seams of his clothing, hoping she would take it out of his pants. He certainly wasn't able to do it. He was immobile, frozen by her attention. But Barbara moved swiftly now, jacking him harder and harder until his hips moved along the couch, dying for more.
Ward knew what he was letting her do, and yet he couldn't help himself. He only hoped Sarah would keep Jim in the kitchen longer so that this wildcat could finish him off, make him come in her mouth, come anywhere as long as it happened.
"Barbara, please," he managed to say.
"What, my beautiful man?"
"Unzip me. Take it out. Look at it, touch it. But do something to get me off." Barbara wanted to please him, was dying to see the huge, swollen dick, but she couldn't pull it out of his pants. There just wasn't enough time.
"No baby, later."
"Now, Barb, now!"
"I can't."
"You must. Feel it. It'll break in two if you don't finish what you started. It'll be your fault."
"I know, honey, but I just can't. I want to, but-"
"Ohh," Ward moaned as the tip of his muscular meatus pressed over and above the underside of his belt.
Both of them could see the bulge in Ward's shirt where the prick was now lodged, still growing, still getting stronger.
Barbara couldn't stop her rubbing. She had to feel it, was dying to touch it, but this was the best she could manage. They would be out of here any minute, she was sure of it. Jim would never let Sarah do this to her. Or would he?
Sarah was leaning up against the kitchen sink, sticking her butt out to get Jim's gander up, among other things. The big man was standing in back of her, watching the line made by her mini and the pert young thighs just below it.
"What are you thinking?" Sarah asked, washing some glasses out for the drinks.
"About your ass and thighs."
"Good."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"At least you're on the right track. Now just follow it around and what have you got?"
She stuck her ass out more and the skirt went up higher. Shit, Jim said to himself, she's not wearing any panties. He could see her thick lips hanging way down, covered with a thick rug of hair. It was wet. Her cunt was dripping wet.
"What have you been thinking about?" he asked, straightening out his cock in his pants.
"Three guesses and the first two don't count."
"Me."
"You win, but not just you. Your cock."
"I know."
He started to reach forward, to put his hand up against that damp mass of fun, but then he stopped, thinking about his girl and what she would think. I'll tell you what she would think, he told himself, she'd say go right ahead, be my guest. Just let me get on top of Ward's cock.
Well, here it is, Jim. A ripe, juicy pussy, and it's yours. All you have to do is reach out and grab it. Jim thought about how this incident would look to him thirty years from now. He'd be sitting with his wife and kids, talking about the good old days, the days when he turned down one of the most beautiful women in the world, just because of his current girl friend. Will I even be married to Barb? Probably not. Then this really will have been a wasted moment.
Jim made up his mind. He touched the fur pie with his right index finger and watched Sarah quiver with delight. He spread the lips apart and peered into that dark hole, watching the liquid pour from it in a thin but steady stream.
"Oh Jim, darling, that's nice."
"Shh, they'll hear us."
"I don't care."
She spread her legs, putting the glass she was holding back down in the sink.
"This is what I've been waiting for. Do it to me.
That's exactly what Jim did. He poked a finger straight up her cunt and felt it burn with the sizzling juices that boiled there. He started fucking the girl with his finger, taking long, fast strokes in and out of her hot box, glancing back over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one was approaching the kitchen door.
Back in the living room, Ward was insane with passion. Barbara had still failed to unzip him and now he knew he would have to get his ass in gear.
"Look out," he said, pushing her hand away from his crotch and flinging his pants open.
The red bruiser was still ensnared in his underpants, but Barbara stopped him before he could unleash it. She knew that once it was out, she would have no choice but to eat it hungrily.
"Don't," she pleaded, staying his hand.
Then, in a desperate effort to appease him, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her lovely breasts. He stopped struggling to gaze at them, and in that instant of repose, she pulled his head down and forced his mouth over one of her surging nipples.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen. Jim had now thrown caution to the wind and was avidly beating away at Sarah's cunt with his fingers. He was amazed to find how superbly her pussy was put together. Its inner walls were so soft, like nothing he had ever known, and yet they were firm, gripping his finger with exquisite muscle contractions he knew would draw tons of come from his cock were it in his hand's place.
Sarah was now gripping the edge of the sink, thinking of nothing but that hand and the way it was getting her off. The fingers were long and fat, but mighty dexterous. Her ass protruded back into his hand, and she humped him, fucking herself on his fingers until her breath came in short, raspy gasps.
Jim had his head leaned up against her back and he was whispering to her, little phrases of love that turned her on completely.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Shit, yes," she exclaimed.
"Would you like me to fondle your clit?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," she hissed. "Yes. Give it a few tweaks before you drive me insane."
"Maybe I shouldn't," he teased.
"Jim," she said in a loud whisper.
"Well, maybe just once." He reached up in front of her cunt and pinched the distended clit once, hard and swift, and then left her to remember the thrill as the waves of pleasure beat upon her body.
"More," she grunted.
"I don't think I should."
"Bastard!"
"This was your idea, remember?"
"You can get back at me for teasing you later, honey. But don't do it now. I need you."
Jim relented and moved back up to her clit. He rubbed the little ball at its end until he had Sarah in a paroxysm of pleasure. She jumped and wriggled about and Jim had to wrap one arm around her waist to hold her steady.
"Oh yes, it's great, I love it," she gasped, her legs almost in a split. She began to slink down to the floor, trying to open her cunt more so Jim could stuff even more of his hand in her.
"Where are you going?" he asked, forced down with her until he was bent over in half.
"I'm getting bigger for you."
"You're plenty big now."
"Not enough," she huffed.
Her knuckles turned white as she grabbed the top of her sink. Her head was below her hands and her shapely, lithe legs were rippling with taut excitement. Jim had to get on his knees to keep up with her, or down with her, rather.
"Uhh," she grunted, now doing a complete split, forcing Jim's hand down to the floor.
While the couple in the kitchen were accomplishing acrobatic feats to amaze and astound the heart and mind, Barbara and Ward had a side show going in the living room.
"Gobble, glunk," Ward said, his mouth stuffed with nip-topped tit.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" Barbara whined, humping with her hips as Ward drove her straight up in a mind-shattering climb to her orgasm.
She had only meant her tits to appease him for a while, but now it seemed she had lost all control. He was taking over, forcing his will, as well as his mouth on her. And she was loving eat, eating it up, sucking her tit with him in her imagination, feeling his teeth on her nip and dying with pleasure-pain.
"Harder," she moaned. "Bite harder!"
"Mmph," Ward said, beginning to comply with her request.
He bared his teeth and took all but the hard, red tip of her tit out of his mouth. Barbara panted lewdly and cried a little as her lover began to bite on the knob. His dental pressure increased until the poor dear thought he would rip the nip right off.
But Ward was careful not to abuse her. He didn't realize until now that his teeth were just as skilled as his hands when it came to manipulating patients. He enjoyed hearing her whimper with each little chomp, but after a while he figured it was time to stop this tomfoolery. He could really inflict some damage if he wasn't careful.
With a blast of hot breath that made Barbara shake, Ward released her nipple, opened his mouth, and descended on the monumental mound.
"Wow," Barb exclaimed as Ward managed to suck almost the entire thing into his mouth.
Her tit was warped all out of shape. The nipple was twice as large as normal, the boob in general was longer than it should be, and all on account of the terrific suction that he was applying to the globe.
"You're terrific," she hissed, feeling her cunt begin to swell and creak under the strain of so much pent-up fuck juice.
He removed her tit from his mouth to speak. "I couldn't have done it without you." Then Ward began lapping at the tit like a dog, slurping up his own saliva as he made the jug glisten in the soft light.
"But you've forgotten something."
"I couldn't have."
"You did. You haven't done anything to my other tit."
Sure enough, Ward looked over to see another mound rising in lone despair, equally as lovely as the one he had battered into exquisite submission.
"Well, what do you think of that?" he said.
"You've got two of them."
"No shit."
"And it's just like this one."
"No shit again."
"May I?"
"I wish you would."
Jim got up and crouched over his willing victim on the couch. She bared the half-clothed jug to him and he sighed with joy.
"A virgin tit," he said, "unravished by the mouth of time."
"Not exactly. You're not the first guy who's done this to me."
"It's virgin territory to me," he said, touching the flat nipple with the tip of his moist tongue. It began to shrivel instantly, and the head continued rising until it was as rigid as its twin, all done with only one, tiny lick.
"Frisky little devil," Ward said. "Me or my tit?"
"I guess both. But I did mean the tit."
"They don't look the same anymore," Barb said, pressing her chin against her chest to look at both her globes.
"How do you mean?"
"This one's all bashed up," she said, rubbing the one that Ward had ravished.
"Aw, it just needs a rest, that's all. It's just a little red."
"I guess so. It's still a nice tit."
"Gorgeous," Ward said.
"Better than Sarah's?"
"You should know better than to ask that. As long as we're carrying on like this, no comparisons, understand?"
"You're right. I apologize."
"Good girl. Now stick your chest out and let me get started on this tit while there's still time."
"We're on borrowed time as it is."
"No. We've got plenty. If they were coming out, they'd be here long ago. Now shut up and let me suck, will you!"
Ward was right. Sarah and Jim were by no means ready to make an appearance in the living room. Jim was lying prone on the floor, his head jammed up against Sarah's ass. She was clinging to the sink, but now her arms were fully extended as well as her legs. She looked like a high school cheerleader who had somehow managed to freeze as she did a split during a yell for her team.
But Jim, football player that he was, liked to think of her as an inverted T-formation, which is equally appropriate. In either case, she was at his mercy, and that's just the way she wanted it. With grunts and assorted moans, Sarah made sure that Jim would not leave her hanging, so to speak.
She had already come three, possibly four times. It was such a mess down there on the linoleum, that neither of them could tell just how many times she had climaxed. By now it was one continual orgasm, stimulated by Jim's busy fingers and occasionally by his tongue as it lapped up against her ass crack.
Sarah's ass cheeks pounded rhythmically on the floor, thus impaling her pink pussy on Jim's upright digit, or digits. Even Jim wasn't sure how many fingers he'd got up her cunt. Everything was happening too fast for him. One minute he'd been sitting in the living room vowing never to go near Sarah, and the next thing he knew he was lying on the kitchen floor finger-fucking the shit out of her.
As Sarah humped up and down on Jim's fingers, her tits smashed against the wooden doors under the sink, flopping up and down with the pressure of her body thrusts. To make things worse, or better from her point of view, her nipples were continually bumping into the chrome handles on either side of the cabinets, twanging her magnificently, to add just the right touch to their unusual foreplay.
The disheartening thing about this foreplay business, a fact which each couple knew, was that that was all there was going to be. It was a prelude to nothing. They weren't going to fuck, they were just going to keep away from each other until everyone had exhausted themselves not being unfaithful to their mates.
But Ward wasn't concerned with that dismal prospect just now. Barbara's left tit was now under his fervent attention. It was tearing her to pieces, the way he gnawed and chewed at the nipple. She jerked violently on the couch, groaning and grunting like a wild animal.
Ward was certain her cries could be heard in the kitchen, but he was too busy to care. How long had it been? At least fifteen minutes since they'd left. Jim could have fucked her twice by now, three times if he was really nimble.
So Ward didn't let their close presence bother him. He just concentrated on getting this magnificent creature to come and cream and spurt until her panties were dark with moisture. There was already a deep stain seeping into her pink pants, turning them into a deeper crimson.
Ward took this new nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he could, drawing his cheeks in like a sail without wind. Barbara sighed loudly, writhing back and forth to make his teeth run over her breast like he had before with her other now recuperating tit.
"Shit, that's good," she said.
"Mm, you know it."
"Know what?" she gasped. "Know I want to fuck you."
"You can't."
"I can."
"No."
"Why not."
"No time."
"Bullshit. My cock needs you."
"My cunt needs your cock."
"Then let's fuck." He bit her nipple hard. "Ouch! Take it easy."
"Let's fuck." He bit again. "Shit! Cut it out."
"Fuck me."
"Later."
"When."
"Soon."
"Now."
"No. I told you no."
"Jim's fucking Sarah. Can't you hear?" They lay still for a moment.
"I don't hear anything," she said, pushing his head back down on her left jug.
"Mmmm, good tit." Ward bit her again, this time more gently.
"Ahh, that's better."
"Than what?"
"Than doing it myself. Why are we talking so much."
"It gets my prick harder."
"Talking?"
"Well, the sound of your voice does it."
"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peckers."
"What the shit-"
"You said my talking gets you up."
"Sure, but only fucking you will get me off."
"Don't count on it."
"I don't want to count. I want to fuck."
"No, now just keep sucking." He sucked some more. "That's better. Hey, what are you doing?"
"Pulling your panties down."
"Stop it."
"I can't. My hands won't obey my brain."
"Well, mine will." She tried to move his hands away, but he was too strong.
"Stop it, Ward. I told you, we can't fuck."
"I need to fuck." Ward was insane with lust. He was deadly serious.
"I'll make a deal with you."
"No deals. Fuck."
"No fuck. Deal."
"Please," he said.
"No, but I'll compromise."
"How?" He slurped at the underside of her tit, jabbing at the meat with his tongue.
"Shit, that's good. Now what were we talking about?"
"Compromise."
"Right. I won't fuck you, but I'll blow you quick if you get up here with me."
"No fuck."
"No fuck."
"Sure you won't change your mind?"
"Positive. Pull down your pants and I'll eat you."
Realizing that it was useless to continue this discussion, Ward did as he was told. He was nude from the waist down in a second, and his dong was heading for Barbara's mouth in less time than that.
Jim was helping Sarah get to her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"If you call being paralyzed for life okay, then I guess that's what I am." She could barely stand up.
"Just take it easy. Try and walk around."
"I am trying."
"You look like a chicken."
"Fuck you."
"I wish."
"I see you changed your mind in a hurry."
"You changed it for me. Let's fuck now."
"You're crazy. I'm amazed Ward and Barbara didn't burst in here twenty minutes ago."
"Did you ever stop and wonder why they didn't?"
"You think they're messing around?" Sarah wondered. "Let's find out."
Jim helped Sarah through the swinging kitchen door and into the living room. The four of them saw each other at the same moment. It was truly a memorable sight to behold.
Ward had straddled Barbara on the couch and his mammoth dork was lodged firmly between the woman's lips. Her cheeks were folded in a Herculean suck and her hands were cupping his hairy, meaty balls.
She and Jim looked up to see what appeared to be a crippled Sarah leaning heavily against big Jim, whose hands were dripping come. Sarah's mini was wrinkled and still lay high above its normal length. Her pussy was swollen and obvious to all of them, little pearly drops of come and sweat glistening and dropping from her bejeweled pussy.
They remained in this freeze for some moments, Ward's cock still hard and strong in Barbara's mouth. Then the intern spoke up.
"No drinks?"
CHAPTER SIX
"I guess we've all finally come to the same conclusion," Ward said when everyone was dressed and seated comfortably on the couch.
"Except us," Jim said.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone's come but us."
On Jim's last word, the pain in Ward's groin seemed to spring to life. He gripped his nuts and moaned.
"You noticed," Jim said.
"Seeing you and Sarah made me forget about it for a while."
"What are you two talking about?" Sarah asked.
"Blue balls, if you didn't know," Ward answered.
"Oh, is that all?" Barbara said.
"Is that all?" Jim mimicked. "That's easy for you to say."
"It's also easy for me to fix."
"Then we're going to do it?" Ward asked, dying to get his long-awaited and well-deserved fuck.
"All in favor," Sarah said. Everyone raised their hands in the mock ceremony, including Jim.
"All opposed. The motion carries unanimously."
"My motion is going to carry me right to heaven," Ward said, standing up and unzipping his fly.
"Now?" Barbara asked.
"Now," he demanded. The phone rang. "I'll get it."
"Of course you'll get it," Sarah said. "It's your phone."
Ward picked up the receiver with one hand and waved his cock at his guests with the others. Even Jim had to admire its size. And the girls were almost drooling once they envisioned it in their mouths and pussies.
"Hello? Yes, this is Ward Pearson. An emergency? Dr. Ridgeman? How bad? I see. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"What is it?" Sarah asked. "Shit," Ward said. "It's shit," Jim said.
"Dr. Ridgeman needs me at the hospital. Probably wants to show me his brand new clipboard. Why now? Why me?"
"Poor baby," Sarah said, going to him and taking hold of his dong. "Keep this warm until you get back. Then we'll all ease your tension." She kissed him on the lips, but he was too mad to respond. What a blow-job, he thought, zipping his fly.
"Hold the fort, Jim," he said, heading for the front door.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Sarah asked.
"No, hon. They only need me. You take it easy. Besides, I don't think you could walk to the car."
"Bastard."
"Don't blame me. I didn't do it, whatever 'it' is."
"Go," Sarah said, rubbing the inside of her white thighs. "But hurry back."
Ward's prediction was almost correct about why Dr. Ridgeman had asked for him at the hospital. He arrived in the Emergency Ward to find it empty, and when he asked the nurse on duty where the doctor was, she told him he was in his office.
"Ah, there you are," Dr. Ridgeman said to Ward as he entered the room. "What took you so long?"
"I had to change."
"Been to the O.R.?"
"Yes, sir. It's empty."
"So it is. There is no emergency, but I do want to talk to you."
"It must be pretty important," Ward said, still standing. He knew he would have to ask. Dr. Ridgeman was forgetful when it came to things like etiquette.
"May I sit down?"
"Of course. What are you standing around for?"
"Have I done something that requires a slap on the wrist?" Ward said when he was seated across from the big desk where the doctor sat.
"In a way, yes, but not really. Don't get upset. It actually has nothing to do with medicine."
"It doesn't?" Ward was getting pissed. Had the good doctor gone senile overnight? Why was he here when he could be home under nice warm blankets, fucking Barbara to pieces?
"Only indirectly. You see, Ward, I have a confession to make. The reason I said you were partly responsible for what I have to say is that you are very close friends with the person I want to talk to you about."
"Could you be a little more specific, sir? I'm confused."
"No more than I. It's Nurse Watkins."
"Sarah?"
"Yes."
"What has she done?"
"Nothing against the rules, I assure you. It's just that, well, I've grown fond of her."
"So have I."
"I know. Do you plan to marry her."
"I don't plan to marry, at least for the next few years."
"Good for you. It might have been wise for me to make the same choice when I was your age."
"Sir?"
"I see I'm going to have to be blunt. Ward, I want your girl friend."
Ward could have heard the sound of a suture drop three floors above him.
"Dr. Pearson, are you there?"
"Yes sir, I'm here."
"I said I want Sarah Watkins."
"That's nice, sir."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Snap out of it, boy!"
"Sarah? My Sarah?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe it. I'm asleep. I'd better take some Dexedrine."
"Pearson! Get a hold of yourself! All I said was that I wanted to go to bed with Sarah. It's a normal drive, we all share it."
"You? In bed with Sarah?" Ward laughed, and knew immediately that he had made a mistake.
"Quiet! Hear me out."
"I'm sorry, sir. It's just the shock of it."
"I understand."
"But Eh--. Ridgeman, what about your wife."
"What about her?"
"I mean, she's so beautiful, so graceful, so stately."
"So?"
"Don't you love her?"
"Certainly, but love has nothing to do with this. This is passion, boy, pure and simple. I want Sarah, and with a little coaxing, I think I could persuade her to share my desire."
"I don't understand you, Dr. Ridgeman. Why tell me all this?"
"Because I'm a reasonable man. I wanted to ask your permission to try and bed her."
Ward thought he was talking to a ghost, one that had been dead for centuries.
"Permission? Why do you need that?"
"Aren't you jealous? Don't you care?"
"Sure, but the way you put it fascinates me.
"You mean you consent?"
"No, I didn't say that. Of course you could go ahead and try anyway, but I doubt you'd get very far."
"Really? Why?"
"I know Sarah. She wouldn't consent to it."
"I can be very persuasive."
"I'm sure you can, but not as stubborn as my girl. Now, Dr. Pearson, as long as we're talking man to man, not doctor to intern, I'm prepared to bargain."
"What do I have that you could possibly want?"
"Your wife, of course."
"You want her?" Dr. Ridgeman bellowed with laughter, slapping the leather armrests of his chair until his hands hurt.
"We seem to be reliving a previous experience, only now the tables are turned," Ward said.
"True, true. But would you mind telling me why you're attracted to Cindy?"
"She's a beautiful lady, very attractive."
"And you want to go to bed with her." Dr. Ridgeman thought a moment. "I said I was a reasonable man. It's a deal." He reached across the desk and shook the intern's hand, and both of them broke into a broad grin.
"I've got to hear more about this," Ward said, suddenly feeling much closer to the doctor.
"What's to hear?" the doctor said. "After spending weeks staring at Sarah's tits between operations, watching her hips swing down the corridors, what could I do? She was driving me insane."
"Did you ever talk to her?"
"Not about sex."
"Afraid?"
"No, just careful."
"And you won't feel bad about letting me seduce your wife?"
"No worse than you. Don't get me wrong, Ward. I love Cindy. It's just a happy coincidence that both you and I have the same attitude toward situations of this nature. Neither of us is overly concerned about a little intercourse."
"You must be very sure of Cindy."
"Naturally. And I'll bet you and Sarah have a good thing, too. Otherwise you'd never consent to this."
"Well, now down to the nitty gritty. How do I go about meeting her?" Ward asked.
"She's expecting me home in about an hour. You could take my car and explain to her that I'll be very late at the hospital."
"No good."
"Why not?"
"You could call her to tell her that."
"Right. What time is it."
"Almost eleven."
"She's still up. Why don't I give her a call now?"
"And say what?"
"Say that I'm sending you over to fetch some special instruments that I forgot to take with me when I left. Then when you've had enough time to get over there and start your, well, your whatever, I'll call again and say that I don't need them anymore, but that I'll be detained for at least another couple of hours."
"Better make it three or four."
"You have high hopes."
"Don't you?"
"Yes, and speaking of me, I have two questions. Where am I going to sleep tonight, and more important, when do I get Sarah?"
"You can take one of the empty rooms here, and as for Sarah, I'll speak to her over the weekend and you can assert yourself any time next week."
"Are you sure she'll agree?"
"Dr. Ridgeman, does a dog ever refuse a meal?"
Ward began to get hard even before he set foot on Dr. Ridgeman's property. Shit, he thought, this will never do. He slapped at his dork in an effort to beat it down, but all he succeeded in doing was getting it stiffer.
Please cock, please get down. How can I walk into her house with a pecker like this. She'll think that's all I ever have on me, a big, juicy hard-on.
Then Ward remembered that day in Dr. Ridgeman's office and the look in Cindy's eyes when she saw that mammoth dork looking larger than ever in his pants. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he had detected a note of interest, even lust there that definitely gave him enough courage to go through with this.
He had actually never believed that Ridgeman would agree to his proposition; it was more of a joke than anything else. But now he was pulling up into their garage, parking the car, getting out, walking up the flagstones and ringing the doorbell. He almost thought she wouldn't be there, that something would go wrong to spoil this for him.
"Why, Dr. Pearson, what brings you here?"
It was her, and she was in her nightgown and robe. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and even though she wore no make-up, she was a vision of loveliness. Ward stood speechless when he saw the smooth line of her neck and the way it gracefully fell and blended into her shoulders.
"You do want to come in, don't you?"
"Yes, yes Mrs. Ridgeman." She led him inside, took his coat, and offered him a drink.
"I really can't stay," he said. "I just came to pick up a few things for your husband."
"Really? And what would they be?"
"Some special equipment he'll be needing later this morning."
"If you describe them to me, I can get them for you."
Shit, where's that phone call. I'm dead now. "Let's see, I've got a list somewhere." Ward fumbled around in his pockets, taking his time, acting awkward on purpose.
"Need some help?"
"No thanks, I can manage. I can't understand why they're not here." He had the sinking, sick feeling that wise Cindy knew exactly what was coming off. He began to perspire.
"Perhaps if I called my husband at the hospital and ask him to tell me what he needs?"
"Yes, yes, maybe you should do that." Cindy looked strangely at Ward, surprised that he had not jumped up to stop her from calling her husband. She had figured on scaring the boy out of the house by threatening to call Arthur, but this intern seemed to want her to do just that.
Cindy started to go for the phone, beginning to get a little worried at the lad's strange reaction. Just before she picked up the receiver, it rang.
"Maybe that's my husband now." That should scare him, she thought, then lifted up the phone to hear her husband's voice.
"Cindy?"
"Arthur? Is it really you?"
"Of course. Is Ward Pearson there?"
"As a matter-of-fact, he is."
"Put him on, will you?"
"It's for you." She held out the receiver, then retied the belt on her robe, much tighter than before.
"Hi, Dr. Ridgeman, is everything all right?"
"I was going to ask you that."
"Yes, I found your place all right."
"Well said. Is Cindy giving you any trouble?"
"Not yet, but I expect you'll have to deal with some clotting."
"Trouble, eh."
"A bit."
"Well, put her back on. I'll take care of it."
"Thanks, thanks very much." Ward turned to Mrs. Ridgeman. "He'd like to talk to you again."
"Hi, darling. Why did you send Ward over here?"
"He was picking up some equipment for me, but Ralph Smoller has a duplicate set of things I need."
Their stories match, Cindy thought, and Ward wasn't afraid for me to call him. Something funny going on here.
"I'm listening, sweetheart."
"I was just saying you might ask Ward to stay for a bit, offer him something to eat. I've been working him pretty hard today and he deserves a rest."
"I'd be happy to. Anything else you need?"
"No, I'm fine, but I'll be later than I expected."
"I'll miss you."
"I know, baby. I'll miss you, too."
"When will you be home?"
"I'm afraid I'll only have a little over an hour before my morning schedule. It doesn't make much sense to trek all the way home. I'm spending the night here, honey."
"I understand. Take care."
She hung up and thought a moment before turning to face the intern with the marvelous dork. Could they be plotting together to.... No, it's too incredible for even Arthur to dream up.
"Can I fix you something to eat?" she asked, turning briskly and friendly toward the young man. "Arthur says he's been giving you a bad time."
"He exaggerates, but I am hungry. I missed supper.
"Follow me." She took him into the kitchen and began making him a sandwich.
Ward watched her lithe movements and tried to decide how to take advantage of her. He couldn't muff it now. Dr. Ridgeman had done his part beautifully, and now it was all up to Ward. The brutal approach was out. She was too delicate. But then some slim women like to be pushed around. He could persuasive, but she would see through him before he had kneeled to kiss her hand.
No, it would have to be on his own, no pretenses, no games, just straight, plain talk right from the heart. And from the groin, he remembered. Cindy had taken a liking to his prick and he could use that to his advantage, like bait.
"I'm glad your husband sent me over here," he said when they were seated next to each other at the table.
"I'm glad, too." That was the wrong thing for her to say, she knew, but she didn't know quite how to react to this man.
"What I mean is, seeing you was much more important than running this errand for Dr. Ridgeman."
"Ward, what are you saying?"
"You are a beautiful woman, Cindy, and when we met in your husband's office, you knew immediately now I felt."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. I saw you stare at my pants, leer at me."
"Ward, really!"
"Tell me what you saw. Tell me."
"I think you'd better go." She stood up and backed away from Ward toward the center of the kitchen.
"I won't go. No, not until I've shown you this."
Ward stood up and faced her and once more Cindy stared at the gigantic lump in the man's pants and this time there was nothing between her and it but his trousers.
Her eyes popped open as he knew they would. His thing was irresistible and as he started walking toward her, she backed up until she bumped into the far wall.
"Ward, please don't. Stop!"
"Come on, Cindy, I can see it in your eyes. You haven't taken them off my crotch for a second. Don't play games with me."
He was close now, her large breasts almost touching him. And then Ward put his arms around her and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. She struggled only for a second, the grinding motion of his hips and the feel of his steel rod up against her groin forcing her to close her eyes with lust.
"All right, all right," she gasped, pushing him away.
Ward backed off and looked at his prize. Her robe had been worked open, and he could see her lovely large round nipples peering through the sheer material of her peignoir.
"Stop looking at my crotch, will you," he laughed. "I have a face, too, you know."
"I'm sorry, Ward, really. I just can't help it."
"I know. It's tough. Even I stare at it in the mirror every once in a while to make sure it's really me."
"It must be beautiful. May I see it?"
"Among other things. See it, touch it, eat it-"
"Ward?"
"Hmm?"
"I have to tell you something. I've never done much imagine lovemaking. I don't know about kissing you down there or anything like that."
"You mean you've never eaten anyone?. "
"No. Do you still want me."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Not in twelve years of marriage. Not before even."
"You know," he said, kissing her again, "you're cute when you're embarrassed."
"Come," she said.
Ward's heart was thumping against his chest. His temples stood out with desire. I'm home, he thought. I've made it. We're going to ball. Look at that fine piece of ass. And she wants me,-likes me, wouldn't let me go now if I begged her on my knees.
"Here, by the fireplace." They built a fire and lay on a thick, synthetic rug with a polar bear's head facing away from the flames.
"Warm, isn't it?" Ward said, unbuttoning his shirt. His sparse covering of chest hair sprung out and Cindy ran a nervous finger over them.
"Relax, Cindy."
"I'm trying, Ward, but I've never done this before."
Ward thought he'd better act like the nervous lover, just to allay any suspicions she might have.
"I don't think Dr. Ridgeman will be home for a couple of hours."
"He won't be home at all," Cindy said, smiling up at the handsome man leaning over her. "Teach me, Ward, show me everything you know." She drew him down on top of her and kissed him hard, for her, that is. But when she felt his tongue dart merrily into her mouth, she shuddered and stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like that."
"You're not serious?"
"I am. Please don't."
Ward wondered about this girl as he started undressing her. She was horny, that was for sure, but he couldn't figure out why soul-kissing turned her off. Probably smears her lipstick, he thought, pulling down her panties.
Cindy was more lovely naked than she was fully clothed. Her body was incredibly soft; it felt like he had always imagined the skin of actresses in the movies would feel when they put all that gauze over the camera. But as he gazed at her nakedness, two things attracted his attention even more than her velvety skin.
Her eyes sparkled in the firelight, a deep sea blue that reflected little flecks of red and orange flame. He was so intoxicated by her that they seemed to him like star sapphires. The other part of her body he was irresistibly drawn to was the soft, downy fluff of pubic hairs over her gently uplifted vulva. He bent over her to examine it closely and she held her breath.
"I won't hurt you," he said, parting her slender lips.
"I'm not afraid, but Ward."
"Yes?"
"I think it's too hot here."
"You're right, but I want to stay in full view of the fire. It's kind of inspirational."
"There's the lounge chair in back of us."
"It's your husband, isn't it?"
"Yes, but what he doesn't know, and so forth."
They removed themselves from the floor and Ward set Cindy down in the big soft black leather affair that recline with her supple form like a mother holds her baby in her arms. But Ward wasn't ready to have her lay back. He wanted to show her the ecstasies of foreplay, something he suspected that she didn't know too. much about.
"Spread your legs," he told her gently.
He was kneeling in front of her, his back absorbing the reduced heat of the fire. And Cindy was aglow with light. It seemed to come from her as she carefully moved her knees further apart until they came in contact with the thick armrests.
"You'll have to put your legs over the armrests," Ward said. He knew she would disapprove of this, since it would put her in an awkward position, but it was necessary if her cunt was to be fully available.
"Must I?"
"Yes, darling. I can't reach you like this."
"Certainly you can put your hand close to me.
"Hand yes, but I had something else in mind."
Not waiting for her to answer, Ward lifted her slender legs in the air and placed them over the two rests. Cindy slid forward on her behind and her cunt and ass were raised higher up.
"Now close your eyes and think of you and I floating through space together, drifting, easy, slow."
He was rubbing the inside of her thighs rhythmically, and Cindy was soon lost in the deep, soothing tones of his voice. Each suggestion he gave her came to fruition instantly. She floated, she drifted, she flew above ancient cities on a puff of smoke, and all with Ward, virile, wonderful Ward.
The man worked his hands closer, nearing their ultimate destination. He became intoxicated, too, the sight of her glistening and gleaming vagina hypnotizing him, holding his attention, his thoughts, his soul. It was a holy place for him, and Ward was almost afraid to tread on the sacred ground.
But he knew that this would be a cleansing, a release for both of them that would set them free. He would not touch her vagina with his hands, but rather he would set upon it a kiss, soft and light that would signal the advent of their ethereal experience.
Cindy melted when she felt his lips on her cunt. Her mind flowed out to meet his lips and her vagina contracted spasmodically to grasp his mouth, hold it there, return his embrace. Ward's mouth was wet with her love liquids, and the taste of them made him shudder with unparalleled joy.
He dipped his head again into her golden vessel, and this time he remained, raining kisses on her cunt, moving up and down the soft slit with his lips until Cindy's head spun with mad passion. She lay in the chair, her mind a mass of exposed nerve endings, but all filled with pleasure, with love.
She wanted to reach out and touch his tousled head, to caress him as he gave her such heavenly pleasure, but she was riveted to the spot. Her hands clutched at her legs, trying to keep them from trembling without much success. She whimpered softly as she felt his tongue slowly glide down to her damp hole.
Ward moved languidly up and down her pussy, eating the juices he found there, drying her cunt up but finding it immersed immediately with reinforcements from her hole. It tasted so good that he wanted to stay there forever. Wrapping his arms around her ass, he gripped her tightly and dug deeper with his tongue, using her body as leverage.
Cindy grunted with his increased efforts, and now the ethereal experience became more intense, wilder, hotter. She felt a rumble in her insides, a groaning, resonant sound that stirred her heart and told her she would not be able to control what was happening to her.
Cindy had come many times before with Arthur, but none of them had ever been like this. Her orgasms with him were like a drizzle compared to the cloudburst she knew was building inside her. Could it be that he had never done this to her, never kissed her in her moist pie pot?
The thunder claps were growing louder as Ward's tongue drew more sauce from her, and she began shuddering and jerking in anticipation. At last the storm broke, and Cindy heaved hard off the chair, landing with a crash that impaled her cunt once more on Ward's outstretched tongue.
She blew her head off with that burst of cream. It smashed into Ward's face like a car doing forty into a solid brick wall. She jellied around in the seat, jumping, hopping about, losing all self-control. But Cindy didn't care how she looked then. She only wanted the feeling that was pouring from her never to end.
With grunts and spurts and heaves she creamed all over the man drinking at her well. When the spasms subsided, she lay limp in the lounge chair, smiling demurely down at her new lover, thanking him with her eyes.
He helped her to her feet and led her into the bedroom. "Again?" she asked, still out of breath.
"We've only just begun."
"What should I do?" she asked, staring at his thick rod that swung as they walked into the bedroom.
"Lie down on your side." She did, and Ward joined her, lying down behind her and lifting her right leg into the air.
"This is new," she said.
"You'll like it."
"I know."
Maneuvering himself so that his cock lay rigid just below her huge hole, Ward slid his thing up against her cunt. The head nudged against the opening, and with a small shove on both their parts, her cunt ate the rubbery knob up.
"Ooh, it's so big," she cooed, finally feeling the meaty weight of his tool inside her. She had waited a long time, dreaming about his mammoth spear, and now it was here in her cunt.
She began humping him, starting to fuck eagerly before he had even arranged his hands on her smaller than he was used to, but firm breasts.
"Wait darling," he said. "Not yet."
"What's wrong? I want to fuck you."
"But Cindy, I've only got my head and a little bit more inside you."
"You mean you're not all the way in?" She was amazed, and in a way, glad she had made the mistake.
"Not by a long shot. Now, how do you want it, an inch at a time, or at once?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well, for the first time, I might recommend taking me all at once. It's quite an experience, and doing it bit by bit takes some of the excitement out of it."
"Okay honey, do it then."
"Brace yourself."
"I'm ready."
Ward held her tightly by her hips, leaving her breasts for the time being. He knew that without holding her body against his the force of his cock would only push her away from him, a prospect he would not enjoy at this juncture.
With one might shove, Ward drove his pulsing prick deep into Cindy's hole. She screamed with shock and pain as he soared into her pussy, throwing her walls apart as the stubby head careened toward her cervix. It smashed into her love wall with brute force, crushing his cock as the shaft was totally buried inside her.
Ward had never dreamed that his dork would fit all the way in, but when he felt hot cunt covering his root and his balls gripping fast to her ass cheeks, he couldn't believe his good fortune. Their good fortune, in this case, because once the initial shock was over, Cindy realized she had never known what real fucking was about until that night.
They fucked themselves silly, finally falling asleep in each other's arms, Ward's cock still imbedded in her fuck-worn crotch. It was one hell of a night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During the hours that Ward was allegedly at the hospital, Jim too, found his hands full, of pussy that is. The sight of his strong, long dick had the girls up again in less than half an hour, and they worked swiftly to persuade him to satisfy their curiosity, as well as their lust.
"You know," Barbara said, sitting down next to Jim on the couch, "no one ever showed us around the apartment."
"What's there to see?"
"Oh, the bedroom." She put her hand on his thigh and began rubbing it hard.
"Barb, cut it out. Can't you see the state I'm in?"
"Why do you think I'm doing it?" She left his thigh for his boner, and Jim shook with joy as she massaged his frazzled phallus.
"What about Sarah?" he asked.
"What about me?" The dark-haired lovely was just coming into the living room with a tray of drinks and some crackers and dip.
"We were just wondering what to do with you while Jim and I balled."
"Barbara, is that nice?" Jim said.
"I'm with Jim. How can you leave me out in the cold with that hot prick bulging in his pants?"
"I never thought of that," Barbara said. "We could make it a threesome."
"Are you girls out of your minds? What would Ward say?"
"He's not here. He can't say anything," Sarah said. She joined them on the couch and munched on a cracker.
"Jim, darling," Barbara said, "you haven't shown Sarah your pecker yet, have you?"
"Of course not."
"But that's very rude. She showed you her quim, now it's only polite for you to show her your cock." Under ordinary circumstances, Jim would have resisted his girl's efforts to display his cock, but his workout with Sarah had gotten him so horny, he decided to just let it all hang out. And then, he knew, he could let it all hang in, in both their cunts.
"Shit," Sarah exclaimed. "It is big!"
"Oh, how I love it," Barbara said.
"I think it's even bigger than Ward's."
"I doubt it," Barbara said, remembering how she had gauged the size of Ward's cock through his pants only an hour ago.
"I guess you'd know," Sarah said.
"Not really, to get a good idea you have to have it in your cunt, a detail I regrettably omitted."
"Couldn't you tell when it was in your mouth?" Sarah asked.
"Mmmm, that was nice, but I still would like to get a fuck from him, no offense, of course."
"Of course."
"Say, would you stop talking and start doing something? My cock's going limp with all this chatter."
"He's turned eager again," Sarah said, bending over to give his cock a long, hard suck. Jim arched on the couch, gripping Barbara's hand as the other girl proceeded to get him stiffer than ever.
"Now, how about that tour through the house," Barbara said, "with a long stopover in the bedroom?"
"Gurgle, slop," Sarah said.
"What was that?" I said, "Good idea."
They rose and carried Jim into the bedroom, not bodily, but by the cock. He dug it, wanted more, wanted both of them, both pussies all over him, and Jim got just what he wanted.
"I claim first dibs," Sarah said, stripping and lying nude on the big double bed.
"What about me?" Barbara protested, her hands on her hips.
"You have him all the time. I've never fucked him once."
"Oh, all right, but hurry. I'm so horny I could fuck the doorknob."
"Go ahead," Jim said. "Go ahead what?" Barbara asked. "Fuck the doorknob. That would be neat to watch."
"Neat he says. Have you ever tried fucking a doorknob. No, I suppose not. Well, I have, and neat is one thing it isn't."
"When did you do that?" Sarah asked.
"In college. I didn't have a date, and everyone else in the world seemed to be getting theirs, and I wanted mine."
"Weird way of getting it," Jim said, pulling his pants off.
"At the time it seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do."
"How was it?" Sarah tugged at Jim's dork and he fell to the bed.
"In a hurry?" Jim asked as Sarah pulled him on top of her.
"Isn't it obvious? Feel that." She put his hand on her cunt.
"Feels like the dam's about to bust."
"It is. Fuck me." Sarah grabbed Jim's cock by the root and aimed it at her frothing hole. With a deft shove forward, she drove it home, sinking the shaft deep into her slippery box.
"Well, how was it?" Sarah said, grunting as the huge dork gobbled up all the available space in her pussy.
"How was what?" Jim said, his chest crushing her huge, taut tits.
"Not you, Barbara."
"What?" Barb said, admiring the curve of Jim's ass.
"How was the doorknob?"
"Oh, that! It was hard to get on it, and then once I was in position, I couldn't get off."
"Bummer," Jim said, his cock sliding in and out of Sarah's pussy. Her cunt lips sucked at the dork, tugging it in deeper, cramming itself with cock.
"How did you get off?" Sarah asked, scratching Jim's back. "I didn't."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
"Did you come?"
"Oh sure, about three times. I was trying to get myself loose enough to get off the mother, but I was stuck for good."
"What happened?" Jim asked.
"My roommate came home with her date and thought the door was stuck."
"Shit," Jim said, "that must have killed you when they turned the doorknob from the outside.
"On the contrary. It made me come for the fourth time."
"Did they faint when they saw you?" Sarah asked.
"Almost. It took them twenty minutes to get out of that embarrassing mess."
"Seems like an awfully long time just to do that," Jim grunted.
"It wasn't, considering the bastard butt-fucked me before he let me down."
The two fuckers stopped pounding each other to stare at Barbara. "How come you never told me this story before?" Jim inquired.
"I forgot."
"What did your roommate do?" Sarah panted. "She must of run screaming from the room."
"Not quite. She finger-fucked him in the ass while he screwed me."
"I hope someone had the presence of mind to take pictures," Jim said.
"Don't be a wise ass," said Barbara. "But retelling this bizarre tale has given me an idea. You two keep going and pretend I'm not here."
"I can imagine what she's got on her mind," Sarah said.
"It's not her mind I'm worried about. It's her body." But Jim was too busy feeling the great sensations in his own to even peek behind him to see what Barbara was doing. Sarah was truly a magnificent fuck. She rolled and tossed under him with movements guaranteed to make him spit hot cream up her pussy in no time.
Jim usually needed no self-restraint to keep him from coming too soon, but this time he had to concentrate on waiting for her. It wasn't entirely his fault either. He had just gone through mucho sex without being relieved, and this was like a practice round for him. He expected much more, much, much more later.
He got more sooner than he expected. Just as Sarah began moaning softly, telling him in her not-too-subtle way that she was about to spurt on his cock, Jim cried out in surprise.
"Happy Fuck Day," Barbara shouted, wiggling her big toe in Jim's ass-hole. She had seated herself on a chair at the foot of the bed, and was now leisurely butt-fucking him with her right foot.
Jim hollered for her to get the fuck out, but she ignored him, digging deeper with her pert, young, but active toe. Sarah suffered from the blow almost as much as Jim. It was like a chain reaction. Barbara socked it to Jim, and Jim jumped forward to escape the pain, knocking his cock even deeper up Sarah's cunt till she thought she felt it bending inside her.
The pressure, the pleasure-pain of feeling him so brutally wedged into her dripping pussy made Sarah come instantly. Her sauce covered Jim's dork in a hot, bubbling film that spilled out her cunt, over his balls and onto the sheets.
At last Jim could release his long-suffering load of sperm into Sarah's burning pussy. With a grunt and a final shove, he unleashed a flood of come into her, bathing her cunt walls with glowing male sauce. She cried and sighed at the feel of this wonderful muck, bumping his hips with hers, knocking his ass up and thus imbedding Barbara's toe deeper.
"I need a shower," Jim said, rubbing his ass. "And some petroleum jelly."
"There's some in the medicine cabinet," Sarah said.
"I just thought you might get a kick out of it," Barbara said.
"Believe me, I did." He stumbled off into the bathroom and left the two girls to compare notes.
"Like it?"
"Great," Sarah said, rubbing her labia. "Hey, I almost forgot. We've got a little gadget here that might amuse you." She rose and went to the closet.
"Something you and Ward do to each other?"
"In a way. Look." Sarah opened two large closet doors to the right of the bed. On both inside panels of the door were two full length mirrors, and a third, even larger specimen gazed back at them from the wall of the closet.
"That's it?"
"Sure."
"What does it do?"
"Nothing. This way, though, you can restroom at yourself while you're fucking."
"I get it," Barbara said, staring at her large tits in the mirrors. "Kind of like watching a dirty movie."
"With you as the star."
"Let's try it."
"As soon as Jim gets out of the shower."
"Why wait?"
Sarah stared at Barb questioningly. "Did you just say what I think you said."
"Sure, why not?"
"Well, sweetie, I'm not exactly what you'd call bi-sexual."
"Neither am I. It was just a thought. We both have great bodies, we like each other, and it would be kind of fun, I think."
Sarah thought for a moment. "Make love with you?"
"Don't take it so seriously. I don't want to marry you, I just thought it would be nice to caress you a little and feel you touching me. It won't make us lesbians, if that's what you're worried about."
"You're really weird, you know that?" She sat on the bed next to Barbara, close enough to her so that their thighs touched. They looked at each other in the. mirror.
"Your tits are bigger than mine," Sarah said.
"Not much. Yours are firmer."
"I guess I have bigger nipples."
"That's only because they're smooth and relaxed."
"Ohhh, Barbara." Sarah watched the reflection of the girl reach up and touch her left nipple, making small circles around it with her finger, bringing it up rapidly.
"See," Barbara said.
"Yes," Sarah breathed.
"Touch me too."
"Should I?"
"Yes, do it."
Sarah crossed her arm over Barbara's and the two of them sat there watching their nipples get hard.
"I'm getting wet," Barbara said.
"Me too. It's nice."
"I told you."
"What else should we do?"
"Anything we want." Neither of the girls looked at each other throughout their breast fondling, but when Barbara lowered her hand and began playing with Sarah's dark pubic hair, Sarah turned to her friend in surprise.
"There?"
"Why not?" Barbara said.
"I don't know. I think it's wrong."
"Don't be silly. Does it feel good?"
"Yes, oh yes!" Sarah spread her legs slightly and Barbara knew this was the beginning of a new and glorious facet in her sex life.
"Mmmmm," she said, "your clit's so long and hard. You like me doing this, don't you?"
"Don't stop!"
"I won't honey. Why don't we lie down and get more comfortable." Barbara really did feel as if she was in a movie, watching herself perform and act out a scene that she never would have thought possible.
But here she was, seducing this girl, making love to a girl. It had been a crazy idea, she knew, but now that they were getting excited by it, liking it more than she thought possible, Barbara wondered where this would lead. It had begun innocently enough, as a kind of experiment. But now she realized they would be lovers.
"We'll still feel the same about the boys, won't we?" Barbara asked.
"Of course. But this can be fun too." Sarah was on her back, and Barbara was mounting her.
"Let's kiss," Sarah said, lowering her mouth over her friend's.
"Mmmm," Barbara moaned, then she looked down at Sarah and began to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Sarah asked, breaking into a grin.
"We are. Just think about what we're doing."
"It is weird."
"I just kissed you."
"I know. I liked it. Do it again." Barbara kissed her again, this time longer, harder. She felt Sarah's tongue groping for her own and surrendered it readily.
"Wow," Sarah said, coming up for air. "You sure can kiss. I could come just on that alone."
"Me too. But let's do it another way."
"How?"
"Can we fuck?"
"Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
"Really, we can fuck. I'll put my pussy on yours and our chts will rub together."
"Do you think it will work?"
"Watch." Barbara maneuvered her cunt over Sarah's and the two girls sighed with lust as their quims met, rubbed together and locked into fucking position.
"Oooooh, your clit's rubbing up against mine. It's terrific!" Sarah was totally into the idea of making love to Barbara now. She couldn't wait to have an orgasm, one brought on by another woman, not a man. The novelty of what they were doing excited both of them beyond belief.
They began beating each other with their pussies, slowly at first, then harder and swifter as their passion grew. Barbara lowered her head and sucked on Sarah's breast and the poor dears came immediately at this new intrusion. The act was heightened immeasurably by the fact that Jim was close by, the sound of running water from the shower drowning out their tiny whimpers and sighs of love.
But then the deluge ceased, and the girls' began. They cried out in lustful agony as their cunts sang with joy, slobbering hot sauce onto the bed and each other.
"You two look a might beat," Jim said as he walked from the bathroom back into the bedroom, a towel around his neck. Sarah and Barbara were lying side by side on the bed, trying unsuccessfully to control their panting.
"Miss me?" Jim asked.
"Of course, but we had something to keep us busy."
"Like bees," Sarah added. "Like fucking bees."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ward arrived bright and early at North Island, a broad smile on his face, a light tune on his lips. And he had good cause to be happy. What a weekend he'd had: almost a full blow-job from that wench Barbara and an amazing night of love with the wife of the doctor he was working for. And as if that wasn't enough, he had gotten the husband's permission!
"Hello, Sarah my darling," he said, slapping her on the butt as he met her in the hall. "How did Saturday night go after I left?"
"Smooth, Ward, smooth."
"Miss me?"
"A little."
"I bet."
"No, I did miss you a little."
"There's something playing about your lips that smacks of hanky-panky."
"It shows? I thought I'd washed it all off."
"Come on, tell me what you did."
"You don't sound mad."
"I'm not. Why should I be? Didn't we decide on a swap?"
"Yes, but I'd have thought you'd want us to wait for you."
"That would have been hard, since I didn't come home till five in the morning. The place was empty."
"We got tired of waiting."
"I'll bet you got tired from something else, too."
"What makes you say that?"
"That sparkle in your eyes. It's always there the day after we fuck, and it's there today. But I haven't seen you since Saturday. Either you had some party after I left or you had a little action going for you Sunday."
"Guess."
"I'll take Saturday."
"You win."
"Thought so. How did you like Jim."
"Great, but naturally not quite as good as a certain friend of mine." She tapped his nuts when no one was looking.
"Careful. You get five demerit points if they catch you doing that," Ward said, leading the way into the emergency operating room.
"Good morning, Dr. Ridgeman."
"Good morning, Ward, Sarah. I trust you had a nice weekend."
"Very," Ward said.
"The patient is ready," a nurse said from across the table.
"Well," said Dr. Ridgeman, "we can talk over the weekend later. Now, to work."
Throughout the morning cases, Dr. Ridgeman kept making signs to Ward, nodding at Sarah and raising his eyebrows. Ward got the picture the first time, but the eager doctor wanted to drive his point home with a sledge hammer.
"Sarah," Ward said loud enough for the doctor to hear, "I'd like to have a few words with you before we go to lunch."
"Sure, honey, I mean Dr. Pearson. Just let me wash up."
Ward winked at Dr. Ridgeman as he left the theater, and the older man's cock twitched with excitement, dying to know what her reaction to Ward's proposal would be.
"Sarah, I've got something important to discuss with you."
"Sure, darling." She patted him on the back and disappeared into the ladies' room. Ward waited impatiently for her return, nodding to several doctors and nurses who passed him in the hall while Sarah went about her private business.
"Now what was it you wanted to say?" she said, zipping out the door and heading down the hallway.
"It's about Dr. Ridgeman."
"Lovely man. Very sweet." She looked at her watch.
"You're not listening."
"Damn! I'm late. I promised Barbara I'd pick her up at twelve."
"Yes, why wasn't she with the team this morning?"
"Wasn't feeling well. And her car's not working. I'll be back in half an hour." She increased her speed and headed for the parking lot.
"But Sarah," Ward called after her. "I haven't told you . ... "
"Later darling. I'll see you later."
Shit, Ward thought, pacing back to the intern's lounge. Can't have lunch yet. Got to find Dr. Ridgeman. Let him know I didn't talk to her yet. He returned to the operating room and saw a nurse with her back to him washing some clamps.
"Oh nurse, have you seen Dr. Ridgeman?"
The woman turned around and smiled. "Why Dr. Pearson, how nice to see you."
"Helen. What are you doing here?"
"Working."
"I thought you were in obstetrics."
"Transferred. Wanted to take you up on that proposition you made me in the cafeteria a while back."
"Proposition?"
"You were going to give me some excitement, remember?"
"Oh, of course, yes, how could I forget. Have you seen Dr. Ridgeman?"
"I haven't been looking for him." She dried her hands and walked up to the big man. "But I'm glad I found you." She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, offering her lips to him. What could he do? They were alone, she was a good-looking girl, she wanted a fuck.
He kissed her and their tongues glided over one another to the melody of her low humming. She reached down and grabbed at his cock, thrilling to its size and wanting it so badly inside her cunt.
"Come with me." She led Ward to the boiler room-a maze of pipes and steaming machinery deep in the bowels of North Island County Hospital. Walking along an iron ramp they found a door, and a small room behind it.
"How did you find this place?" Ward said, unzipping his fly.
"Jack Robbins showed it to me."
"I'll bet that's not all he showed you."
"You're right. And I showed him a thing or two as well. like these." She ripped off her dress and bra and showed him her heavy jugs. They were full of meat, bulging straight out with red, pointed nips at their ends.
"And this," she said, stepping out of her panties and displaying her cunt rug, a thick mass of dark blonde hair.
"Your turn," Helen said, and before Ward knew it, all thoughts of Dr. Ridgeman and the warning he had wanted to give him vanished in a haze of white-hot lust.
Several stories higher in the same building, a nervous doctor sketched out in his mind plans of the ultimate seduction. He sat in his office, plotting the best time, place and way in which he would take Sarah Watkins to his throbbing cock.
Third floor, Neurology, theater "B." Empty from one-thirty till three. That was the place, the mating ground for Dr. Ridgeman and his eager dick. He raced to the cafeteria, checking his watch before he entered the large, noisy hall. Twelve-twenty-two, exactly.
Catastrophe! She wasn't in the lunch room. But she's supposed to be here, he thought, stomping out again and heading for his office.
"Eloise," he said to his secretary, "page Nurse Watkins and send her to my office."
"Yes, sir."
Twelve-forty. "Dr. Ridgeman, I'm sorry. Nurse Watkins doesn't appear to be in the hospital."
"Keep trying."
"Yes, sir."
Twelve-fifty. "I have her, Dr. Ridgeman. She's eating lunch now. Would you like to speak to her?
"Yes, put her on sixteen.
"Dr. Ridgeman?"
"Sarah, I'd like to see you in my office as soon as possible."
"May I finish lunch, sir?"
"Of course, of course, but do hurry. You know we have urgent business to attend to." Sarah hung up and wondered what the hell he meant by that. His voice sounded weird, too. Kind of urgent and what was it? Dirty, yes, that was it. He sounded just like a dirty old man. Sarah shrugged it off and returned to finish her lunch with Barbara.
"Feeling better?" she asked her friend.
"Much. Thanks for picking me up. I guess all that activity over the weekend was a little too much for me. Even Jim never kept me that busy."
"I know how you feel. I used to get sick after a few nights of heavy balling with Jim. But you'll get used to it."
"You sound like there's lots more in store for me."
"Isn't there?"
"I guess so," Barb said with a pert smile. A couple of young interns tried to join them, but the girls gave them the proverbial cold shoulder.
"That's all I need today," Sarah said, surreptitiously rubbing her sore crotch.
"Me too. I've had enough fucking to last a
"I doubt they'd actually get that far here."
"You know what I mean. It would just be a pain in the neck, that's all."
"Sure. I couldn't put up with them either. We're big girls now, and we need big, and I mean big men to take care of us, not little boys."
Seven after one. "Come in, Sarah, come in. Take a seat."
"You sounded urgent over the phone, Doctor."
"I was urgent. And it's a need that only you can take care of."
"Dr. Ridgeman! Are you all right?"
"Of course I am. But you'll make me better, dear, won't you?" He walked around his desk and stood in front of her, the bulge in his pants as obvious to Sarah as it was to him.
"Dr. Ridgeman!"
"You said that."
"But Dr. Ridgeman, you've got a hard-on!"
"It's all yours."
"What?! "
"Follow me." He took her hand. "I have the perfect place."
She resisted, pulling away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Listen, Sarah, I don't know what your game is, but it isn't funny any more. Now get up and come with me. Any more back talk and you might find yourself out of a job, and that goes for your boyfriend too."
Sarah hadn't the faintest idea what this man was rattling on about, but the ominous tone in his voice told her she had better humor him. They walked silently to the elevator and took it to the third floor. Dr. Ridgeman turned on the lights in the operating theater, illuminating a sterile, circular room whose main feature was the operating table that rose like a mesa from the floor in the center of the coldly lit room.
Shining silver instruments were neatly arranged in trays on top of bureaus around the room, and various types of portable operating machinery were backed into corners, their dials and handles, multi-colored switches and knobs glowing dully.
"Why are we here?" Sarah asked, leaning up against the cushioned table.
"Don't get funny," Dr. Ridgeman said, unbuckling his belt.
"Doctor! What are you doing?"
"Stripping, and you should be doing the same. We don't have all that much time."
"Doctor, this is me, Sarah Watkins, you know me."
"That's why I'm here. Because I want to know you better, intimately."
Sarah went for the door, but Dr. Ridgeman caught her by the arm and said, "A deal's a deal."
"Please, let go of me. I don't know what you're saying."
He looked at her sharply. "The deal, what Ward explained to you before lunch."
"I only spoke to him for a second. He didn't say anything about a deal. Please let go of me."
"You honestly don't know, do you."
"No, no!"
"I'll kill that boy. We had a deal. I've been cuckolded." He stomped around the theater, dragging Sarah with him.
"Dr. Ridgeman, take it easy. Explain to me what happened. Maybe I can help."
"He took my wife."
"He what?"
"Saturday night. He seduced my wife, and he promised."
"Promised what?"
"To let me have you."
Sarah's eyes popped open. "You mean he traded a fuck with me for one with your wife? I can't believe it."
"It's true." Ridgeman looked up at the sensuous form standing next to him. "And a deal's a deal."
He grabbed her again and threw her down on the operating table. Sarah screamed and tried to struggle free, but the doctor had more to gain than she had to lose, and so within a few minutes, she found herself strapped down tight to the table, her skirt hiked way up, her panties down around her ankles and her blouse opened to expose her lovely breasts.
Sarah stared with horrified wonder as Dr. Ridgeman held his naked cock aloft for her to see. It was not extremely long, but it was very thick, fat to Sarah's mind. But it was not her mind that would soon be subjected to the pommeling Ridgeman had in mind.
He topped the helpless girl, whose cries could not be heard outside the sound-proofed doors and walls, laughing sadistically with a combination of anger and passion. He was inside her in seconds, driving deep with his dork, bucking into Sarah with all the viciousness of a wild boar.
"Doctor, Doctor please," she whimpered, the tears streaking from her eyes and falling silently onto the foam padding under her head. Then Ridgeman began moving from side to side instead of just back and forth, rubbing his shaft along the walls of Sarah's pert pussy. Then she said:
"Oh Doctor!" And this time her voice seemed to dry her tears as the pure pleasure strokes awakened a new, joyous feeling deep within her. She began arching her hips as best she could under these conditions, fighting against the leather strap around her waist that kept her from moving freely.
When Dr. Ridgeman saw his victim was no longer opposed to his ministrations, his sardonic grin disappeared and was replaced by a more benevolent smile.
He kissed her gently on the mouth to test her enthusiasm, and her eager willing tongue confirmed her genuine desire for his cock. His hands were over her tits, filling his fingers with jug meat, squeezing the nipples till they ached with lust.
Sarah thrilled to the blunt battering ram bashing into her bubbling box, forcing her cunt wide open so that her thick cream poured out over the doctor's balls. He was breathing heavily in her ear, nibbling on the lobe and mumbling throatily those sweet nothings that make a girl come buckets.
"Your cunt feels like a cloud, soft and lovely. And your breasts, oh those breasts! They're so firm, and big. I have to kiss them."
He bent down on her and sucked fervently on one of her pert nipples, pulling on it like a baby and making Sarah moan with desire as her orgasm built up strength within her. like a bellows on the fire, Dr. Ridgeman blew power into her body with each loving lunge of his lucky cock, and with every tender stroke of his tongue on her quivering titty.
She came in several short gusts, spitting come on him hotly, making the good doctor grunt madly as he felt the result of her affection. He gritted his teeth and held tight, bucking on top of her, holding back till the waves from her rippling body subsided.
"Why didn't you?" she asked as he wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Will you fuck me again, please?" he hesitated...
"You've been a good girl. I wanted to unstrap you."
"And you've been a good boy."
"Will you fuck me again, please?"
"I wish I could keep my cock in you for a thousand years," he finally blurted out. Sarah blushed. "You're too much."
"I hope not."
"Just a figure of speech. But speaking of figures, you're in pretty good shape for a man your age."
"You talk as if I were ready for an old folks' home."
"Not the way your cock works. If they committed you within the next twenty years, it would be a terrible waste."
Ridgeman's ego soared with this lovely young creature's words. He worshipped her, almost as much as he loved his wife.
"Will you be my mistress?"
"Let's not get imagine, Doc. But I'll be glad to help you out, so to speak, whenever I can."
"That's all I ask. Being with you is like being reborn. You don't know how many times I've stood by and watched you in the Emergency Ward, your body calling me, egging me on to come to you."
"I'm glad you did. Take me again, Dr. Ridgeman, take me."
What a fuck, Ward thought as he stumbled back upstairs, having left Helen to fend for herself in the boiler room. She dresses too slowly, and I've got things to do besides fuck around. Too bad I can't remember what any of them are.
He made his way back to the emergency operating room and found it empty. Good, I can rest here for a minute. That blonde bitch fucks harder than Catherine the Great ever could have. If I ever get my cock up again it will be a miracle.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice calling to him from across the room. He opened his eyes, which had submitted to the weights that seemed to be pulling them shut, and saw Barbara, a medical vision of loveliness, standing before him.
"You look beat," she said.
"I was, I mean I am."
"Can I help? They say a massage takes care of all kinds of stress." He moaned as she began rubbing his shoulders, soothing his wracked body with firm manipulations.
"Aren't you on duty?" he asked.
"Not for an hour. I got Jennifer Prondal to take over my station for a while. I need a rest."
"That's right. You weren't feeling so hot. I trust you're better."
"Now I am. You know we never did finish what we started last weekend."
"No."
"What?"
"I mean I'm really tired right now."
"But Ward, there's no one here. It's safe, and I'm soooo horny." She turned him around and kissed his lifeless lips.
"Boy, you are tired."
"I told you."
"I can fix that." She slipped her hand down his pants and tickled his cock. It was wet and slimy.
"Hey, what's been going on down there. You've been up to something, and in something if I reckon right." She smelled her fingers and nodded.
"No cock ever smelled like that. Who is she?"
"Helen Smith."
"Figures."
"What do you mean, it figures?"
"Did she take you to the boiler room?"
"How do you know about that?"
"Common knowledge. She must have had every intern in North Island down there. As pure an example of nymphomania as you'd ever want to find."
"No wonder I'm bushed."
"But that still doesn't excuse you."
"Please, Barb, I can't."
"Doctor, the human body is capable of many things, most of which capabilities we aren't even aware of. Now pull down your pants."
She unzipped him and yanked out his penis, much to Ward's dismay. It was as limp as a wet noodle, but when Barbara kneeled down and took it to her lips, she brought back the dead.
"Ooooh," Ward sighed, feeling the lite flow back into his dangling dork.
"See? Instant erection. Now all we need is a pussy to put it in. And it just so happens, I brought my own along." She unbuttoned the front of her dress and spread the loose folds apart. Her cunt, with all its brown pubic hair, was visible in all its pubic glory.
"What happened to your panties?" Ward asked, his dong red with lust.
"Since the four of us got to be friends, I've stopped wearing them, in case of emergencies."
"There's going to be an emergency right here after you're through with me."
"Enough of this nonsense. You're fine. Anyone with a cock that big is always fine."
She sat up on the operating table and took hold of his prick, easing it between the open folds of her dress and directing it towards her grasping pussy. Barbara was truly eager for Ward's meat, since she had never got a chance to feel its thick prong up her yearning cunt. And now she had him. There was no escape.
Ward's balls flapped up against the edge of the operating table as his cock inched its way up Barbara's cunt. He felt hot juices bubble around the shaft, warming him, caressing him, licking him with wet cunt walls. This wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Ward changed his mind when he heard the soft rubber squeak of shoes on linoleum just outside the theater. "Quick, behind the fluoroscope," he said, lifting Barbara right off the table carrying her, his cock still stuck up her fur hole, to the only available hiding place in the room.
Barbara grew increasingly heavy in his arms as Ward listened to the sound of the intruder as he paced about the room. The plate of the fluoroscope protected them against detection, but Ward knew his legs were exposed from the thighs down. He only prayed the person would leave before they were discovered.
"So there you are!" Quick footsteps approached them. Ward froze and Barbara held her breath, as well as Ward's neck and cock. The shaft was still hard inside her, fucking her without moving. In spite of her fear, Barbara was almost ready to come from the excitement building up in her.
Sara peeked behind the screen and giggled when she saw how ridiculous the two of them looked. "You can come out now, my dears." She broke into a gale of laughter, cupping her hand over her mouth to try and control herself.
"Very funny," Ward said. "Very fucking funny." He set Barbara down but she stood close by him, unable to move. She looked at him with a longing expression of need, and he realized that not only could she not move from him, but she needed him to finish her off, and quickly at that.
"How are you feeling, Barbara?" Sarah asked sarcastically. "A fast recovery from this morning."
"Fuck you."
"Well, I see I'm not wanted here." She pushed the fluoroscope back in place, then stood back for a moment and watched as Ward began to stroke Barbara's cunt walls with his cocky dick. What an idea, she said suddenly to herself, seeing their legs rock together under the strain of their upright fucking.
She stepped forward and flipped the switch on the side of the machine, waiting impatiently for it to warm up. Come on, step on it. Damn this thing. They'll be finished before it's working.
And then the screen lit up and Sarah gasped joyfully. Even after just having spent over an hour fucking with Dr. Ridgeman, she was still turned on by this more naked than naked moving picture of her friend's screwing.
Their bodies, or rather their skeletal frameworks were illuminated in glowing green. She could make out several large body organs, their hearts, livers and such, but the sight that thrilled her the most was seeing the soft, long blur that was Ward's cock moving in and out of the transparent girl's cunt.
Pelvic bones swayed to and fro, hearts fluttered wildly and Sarah got so turned on she started rubbing her crotch in an effort to jerk off to the beat of their fucking.
"Are you still here?" Ward asked, breathing heavily.
"Yes."
"What are you doing?" he said. "Watching you."
"Pervert," Barbara laughed, her body shaking visibly in the screen.
"You'd watch too if you had this view."
Ward looked puzzled, stopped his thrusts for a moment, then leaned over the side of the machine and looked down. "You didn't?"
"I did. And what a light show. You could make a fortune with this."
"What did she do?" Barbara asked, pulling impatiently on Ward's arm.
"She turned on the fluoroscope."
"Wow, how neat. But I don't have time to talk now, Ward, please."
"I'm coming," he said, scowling at Sarah.
"You are," Barbara said. "And so am I."
She pulled him to her and renewed her thrusts, giving Sarah the show of a lifetime. The fuzzy cock-blur pulsed and grew large again, suddenly swinging into motion. Their bones moved swiftly and smoothly, and the sound of soft whimpering was added to Sarah's visual experience. Her panties were wet, but what the hell. They'd be wet forever with these people as friends, not to mention Dr. Ridgeman.
Sarah didn't see the sperm as it left Ward's balls, shaft and finally tip, but she did notice a swelling, a quickening of pace, aside from the obvious groans and grunts that announced their coming. What a hospital, she thought, blasting her own panties with a hot flow of steaming spunk. Come together!
CHAPTER NINE
"Over here," Jim said, leading Barbara to a large table in the corner of the cafeteria.
"But we don't need this much room."
"I asked the others to join us. As long as I'm visiting, I might as well go all the way."
"A strange choice of words," she said, sitting next to him and spying Sarah and Ward enter the hall. "There they are," she said, waving them over.
"Hi there, people," Ward said. "Man, I'm hungry enough to eat a horse and chase the rider."
"How would you eat the rider?" Jim asked. "Tsk, tsk. How disgusting," Ward said. "Is that all you ever think about."
"Yes, it is."
"Me too. Fun, isn't it?" Ward squeezed Sarah's thigh and kissed her on the cheek.
"I understand you and my woman gave Sarah an unforgettable performance the other day," Jim said.
"Unbelievable is more like it," Ward said.
"I never have my camera on me when I want it," Sarah said. "Now those would have been terrific pictures to show my grandchildren."
"Look," Ward said. "There's Dr. Ridgeman." He motioned for the doctor to join them.
"Why'd you do that?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah," Jim agreed, "now we can't talk openly."
"That's what you think," Sarah said. "Hello, Doctor, pull up a chair."
"Thanks, Sarah. How are all of you today? I don't believe I've met this gentleman."
"Dr. Ridgeman," Ward said, "Jim Strapling."
"How do you do, Jim?"
"Nice to meet you, Doctor."
"Doctor," Ward said, "Jim and Barbara aren't in on our little secret, so perhaps we'd better brief them."
"What's this all about?" Barbara asked.
"Ward and Arthur ... I can tell you that,"
Sarah said. "I mean we are . '. .
"Of course."
"Well, anyway, Ward and Arthur have been doing a little wheeling and dealing. They traded girls."
"You what?"
"Swapped," Ward said. "Changed partners."
"Made a switch," Arthur added.
"You agreed to this?" Barbara asked Sarah.
"Well, not exactly. The situation was rather thrust upon me, if you know what I mean."
"And what about Mrs. Ridgeman?" Barbara inquired.
"I seduced her," Ward said. "And she loved it, Doc, really loved it."
"I'm glad. Variety is the spice of life, you know. Since you slept with her, and I confessed to her what I'd done, sex with her has been even better than before."
"Wasn't she angry with you at all?" Sarah asked.
"Fuming. But in the end, she agreed it had been well worth her while. You seem to have made a lasting impression on her, Ward."
"I'd like to make some more impressions, if it's all the same with you."
"That depends on Sarah."
"Arthur, you know I'd love to snuggle up with you again, you beast." She tapped him affectionately on the knee and he smiled merrily.
"Then it's settled. Why don't you all come over to my house tonight? You too," Arthur said, nodding at Jim and Barbara. "We'll have a grand old time tonight."
"Barb," Jim said questioningly.
"If you want to."
"Of course he wants to," Ward said, "after the description I gave him of Cindy."
"Who's Cindy?" Barbara asked.
"Mrs. Ridgeman to you," Sarah said, "that is unless, you make any plans on your own." She winked at Barbara, but no one else seemed to know what they were talking about.
"How's seven-thirty?" Arthur asked. "Cindy will fix us a late dinner."
"Sounds great," Ward said, planning a meal of his own when it came to Cindy. The taste of her cunt juices still lingered in his memory, one of the more pleasant niceties of life.
The day couldn't go fast enough for the six sex enthusiasts. Patients seemed grumpier than usual, tests had to be done over, schedules were not met. It was, when all was said and hardly done, a bad day.
And to put the crowning touch to the day, Dr. Ridgeman and Barbara couldn't make it to his house on time. The emergencies flowed thick and fast past their doors, and the Doctor needed at least one of the members of his team to assist him.
"Two of you can go. I'll call upstairs and get others to take your place. But I need someone who knows standard procedure and doesn't have to think when I want action. You decide you'll stay."
"I'll stay," Sarah said. "No, I'm the most experienced," Ward said. "So I deserve a rest. You stay, Barbara."
"Thanks a lot."
"Don't mind him honey," Sarah said. "You go on over to the Doctor's house. I'll take care of things here."
"I've hardly done anything all day," Barbara insisted. "I'm staying and that's final."
"Don't argue with her," Ward said, pulling his girl by the arm and dragging her off.
"Come as soon as you can" Sarah called. "And don't forget to bring that friendly doctor with you."
On the way to the Ridgemans' home, Sarah said, "You certainly were acting strange."
"When?"
"Why were you so determined to keep Barbara there? I thought you liked balling her."
"I do, but I want to give Arthur a chance too."
"Now I get it," Sarah said, shaking her head. "You conniving bastard."
"Who me?"
"And just how are they supposed to be alone in that theater?"
"Not there, but when they're through. I'll bet something happens to Barb before we see her again."
"Something good, I hope."
"You should know. You played 'doctor' with him already."
"It'll be good then. But I still say they won't have time."
Ward drove faster than usual, his meat pounding with each thought of the coming orgy. Even without Arthur and Barbara, they could still get a head start. What a night, he thought, pulling up in Dr. Ridgeman's driveway. We'll probably all have to take a day off tomorrow. I hope when this is over, I won't be able to walk, much less work.
Jim and Cindy were waiting for them, having had time to down their first round of Scotch before Sarah and Ward arrived. "Where's Barb?" Jim asked. "And Arthur?" Cindy took their coats. "Had to stay late," Ward said, heading for the bar.
"They'll be here as soon as they can get away," Sarah said.
"I guess we'll just have to start without them," Cindy said, smiling lasciviously.
"That's the spirit," Jim said, giving her a hug.
"I see," said Sarah, "that you two have already gotten better acquainted."
"Just a kiss or two. Stop that, you naughty boy." Cindy slapped Jim's hand, which was sneaking its way up the front of her sweater.
"I don't blame you, Jim," Ward said. "They're small but refreshing."
"Small my ass," Sarah said, coming to Cindy's aid. "Just because you're used to such mammoth jugs..."
"Like yours," Ward said.
"All right, like mine. Well, just because you're used to them, doesn't mean a girl who has a normal, average, everyday American bust line is 'small.'"
"Thank you, Sarah," Cindy said, working on her second Scotch on the rocks. "You're sweet. And so are my titties."
"Watch out," Jim said. "I think Cindy's liquor tolerance is lower than average, no matter what size her tits are."
"Drunk? Me, drunk? Bullshit." She took a swipe at Jim, who ducked and caught her in his big arms. She sighed cozily as he embraced her, and then climbed up to his face and kissed him long and hard.
"I'm not that drunk that I don't know a good thing when I see it. But I haven't seen it." She began rubbing his crotch and Ward and Sarah had to laugh at the scene they were making.
"We're off to a flying start," Ward said, gulping down his drink.
"We're not off to anything. I don't even feel damp down in my panties."
"I can fix that." He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her brutally, swiftly pulling up her blouse and getting under her bra. One by one the nipples rose to meet him, their taut heads straining like babies at their mother's breast. Of course, the situation here was slightly reversed.
Ward felt a tap on the shoulder. "Can we watch?" Jim asked.
"How many have you had?" asked Sarah.
"I'm serious. I wouldn't ask, except that Cindy, well, she wants to, you know."
"No," Ward said, "tell us."
"She told me she gets excited watching other people have sex."
"How would she know that?" Sarah asked.
"Unless she's done it before," Ward said.
"Hey, Cindy," Jim called. "Ward has a point."
"Make him show it to me," she said from a big red chair. "I mean about this voyeurism."
"What's that?"
"You just told me you like to look at people having sex."
"That's voyeurism?"
"Voyeurism. Have you done it before?"
"Sure, oops, I shouldn't have said that."
"Aha," Ward said. "It's confession time." He took Sarah over to Cindy, his hand still up her blouse. Jim followed.
"Now," Ward said, "what were you saying?"
"Nothing." Cindy pressed her lips close together till they whitened. She reached for the glass she thought was sitting on the small table beside the chair.
"Where's my drink?"
"I took it away," Jim said.
"Meanie," she said. Ward found it comic and at the same time erotic to watch this elegant lady lower all her inhibitions in her stoned state.
"You've had enough," Jim said. "We don't want you passing out before the fun starts."
"If I give you another drink," Ward said, "will you tell us about the times you looked at other people having sex?"
"Ward," Sarah protested.
"Don't worry. She won't pass out or anything."
"Deal," Cindy said, holding out her hand. Ward filled it with a small shot of Scotch and waited till the glass was empty.
"It was Arthur," she said, looking sheepishly at the three others standing around her.
"I knew it," Ward said.
"Incredible," Jim said. "Who was he making love to, if you were watching?"
"Himself. I tell him to masturbate for me and I sit in the chair in the bedroom and watch."
"What happens then?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on Cindy's legs.
"We both come. I don't even have to touch myself, I just cream in my pants."
"What about Arthur?" Jim asked.
"Oh, he's very sanitary. He has his orgasm into a paper cup. We keep a dispenser by the bed."
Jim, Sarah and Ward could hardly stand up they were laughing so hard. Ward finally managed to ask how many times they went through this strange ritual.
"Only about once a week."
"Do you have regular sex?" Jim asked.
"Of course we do. What kind of people do you think we are?"
"Too much, too much," Jim muttered, wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes.
"Well," Cindy said impatiently, "are you going to do it or not?"
"Sure," Ward said. "We'll do it. Where's the bedroom?"
"Follow me," Cindy said, helped to her feet by Jim. Once in the bedroom, Jim complained that he would have nothing to do, and suggested that Cindy sit on his lap in the chair. That way, he could fuck her while she watched Ward and Sarah. She agreed, and the two show biz novices set to work.
"I feel funny," Sarah said, stripping in front of them. "I mean, I don't mind being watched incidentally when I'm fucking, but this is something else again."
"I think it's far out."
"You would, but do you know what I mean? Cindy's watching to get herself off, and that makes us performers, not just lovers."
"Far out, like I said. A new dimension to sex. Maybe I should start a popcorn concession in the bathroom."
"Cut the shit, and let's get this over with."
"Is that any way to talk to your lover? Something's eating you, and I know what it is," he said as they lay side by side on the bed. Ward began groping for her pussy.
"Yes, Doctor, what's your diagnosis?"
"Cindy."
"What?"
"Cindy. You dig her.
"You're fucked."
"No. Really. And if you do, you should do something about it. There's nothing wrong with it. You'd like fucking her, I bet."
Sarah had a flash of that night with Barbara, and how it would be to do it with Cindy. Yes, that was what she wanted, a fuck with that wonderful woman.
"Let's not discuss it now," she said. "Our public is waiting."
They arranged themselves so that Sarah's furry cunt and ass-hole were in full view of the couple on the chair. Ward's giant cock was primed and ready, lying against both their thighs as Sarah lay on top of him.
Jim heard Cindy breathing heavier as Ward shifted on the bed, his dong groping for fresh cunt meat. Jim's dork, in the meantime, was stiffening rapidly, and he had had the foresight to remove his clothing before they sat down. Now he lifted up Cindy's dress, she had pulled down her panties, and was shoving his prick into her cunt just as Ward touched down in Sarah's pussy.
Cindy's eyes bulged as she saw the prong slide in and out of the juicy love box, making lewd squishing noises as he rubbed her meat with his dork. Cindy began pumping up and down on Jim's prick, impaling herself unwittingly on the huge thing as her excitement increased.
Jim held her tight, grabbing her ass cheeks and helping her writhe on top of him. He felt she really didn't know he was there, but that was all right, let her get her kicks. He at least, was positive something terrific was happening to his cock.
Their communal orgasm was a symphony of wet sounds and heavy grunts. Sarah screamed as Ward shot off in her. She could feel his thick cream bubbling away inside her. This made her jump with glee, creaming his cock as it pounded in her tunnel.
Cindy heard Sarah moan and came instantly. The sight of these new friends of hers nude and having intercourse in her bedroom sent her into a shivering spasm of lustful ecstasy. She was suddenly aware of Jim's dork in her cunt and cried out in surprise as she felt his juices begin to spurt inside her. She held his legs, leaning forward both to increase the pressure of his cock and to get a closer look at the couple on the bed.
"Better?" Jim asked, kissing Cindy on her perspiring cheek.
"Oh, yes. That was great! Thank you both, and you too, Jim."
"You're welcome," Ward said, staring down at Cindy's lovely vagina. He was dying for a lick of that delectable sauce, but it would be impolite for him to just dive in and take it.
Strange as it may seem, Sarah had Ward's expression of lust on her face, and she too, was staring at the exposed cunt of the charming lady. Very demurely, with soft, slinky movements, Sarah walked up to Cindy and took her hand, squeezing it gently and walking with her to the bed.
"Where are we going?" Cindy's voice was far more sober than it had been a few moments before. Orgasms have a tendency to cleanse the system, so to speak, and now Mrs. Ridgeman was more herself.
"To the bed. Ward and I gave you and Jim a show, now it's only fair we do the same for them."
"What are you talking about? I'm not going to do anything with you."
"But Cindy, don't you like me?"
"Of course. But like doesn't mean love."
"You don't have to love me."
"Good, then let go of my arm." Jim and Ward stood by spellbound by this remarkable conversation. Both of them wished that Sarah would win. Watching two girls making love would indeed be a treat.
"I want you, Cindy." Sarah had the woman on the bed, naked, and on her back. The nurse realized that force would be necessary, but as little as possible. Cindy was fighting her, but not as hard as Sarah had expected. Lesbianism is one thing, and Sarah felt for Cindy, knowing what she had felt like the first time she had done it with Barb. But now there was the additional obstacle of having spectators. Even she was a bit embarrassed.
But press on she must, and she did. Sliding on top of Cindy and raining kisses lovingly on the woman's face, Sarah finally got a cunt-hold on her, rubbing her own pussy all over her captive's groin. It felt delicious, the hairs mingling and the juices beginning to mix and Sarah knew that Cindy would have to submit eventually. It just felt too good either of them to stop.
And Cindy, a woman who had always believed in her own self-knowledge, suddenly discovered that night a new facet of her complex personality. Not only was she a loving wife, a devoted voyeurist, but now she was a lesbian, not to mention an adultress. She felt weighed down by all these labels, and as Sarah's attentions grew harder to ignore, she decided to fling them away and simply enjoy the experience.
We're all friends here, she thought, beginning to return Sarah's kisses. And I am attracted to her. She has such a full body, so rich, so smooth. Cindy began kissing lower on Sarah, bussing her neck and sucking at the soft flesh there. Sarah flung her head up to allow her lover to do anything she wished. Cindy was equally if not more enthusiastic now than Sarah, and the nurse tlmost wept with happiness at having succee ' d in her seduction.
Ward had pulled up a chair beside Jim and now the two of them watched eagerly as the foreplay on the bed continued.
"Amazing," Jim said, rubbing his balls anxiously.
"Got an itch?" Ward said.
"They're really getting me hot, I can see where Cindy gets a kick from watching sex."
"It's different, I'll admit that." Ward looked down at his own cock, which had only minutes before been plowing through hot pussy flesh, and was surprised to see it growing back again already.
"Different enough to get you up," Jim said, admiring his friend's massive dork. For a moment, Jim forgot to watch the girls, his eyes were fixed on Ward's penis, watching it throb, grow, become stiff and stand erect. He snapped out of it and returned his attention to the bed.
Cindy had now progressed to Sarah's mighty tits. She was still underneath the nurse, but Sarah was lifting her body up slightly to let Cindy pass. The doctor's wife had moved fairly swiftly from Sarah's face to her breasts, but now she halted, stared into the round firmness of them, and decided to linger a while.
With careful, experimental motions of her tongue, she licked the red tips and brought them to life. Sarah moaned delightedly as Cindy twisted and turned the tips in her mouth, sighing herself with the joy of this new and exciting experience.
She buried her face in the cleavage, blowing playfully into it and feeling the boobs as jelly about her. Sarah laughed and begged her to stop, but Cindy persisted, and in addition began tickling the nipples with her fingertips.
Sarah shouted and struggled, but never once thought about getting off the woman. No, that would be a mistake. She didn't want this dream to suddenly end, and so she let Cindy continue.
When she noticed that Sarah was no longer struggling, Cindy stopped tickling her, because now it was not so much fun. Instead, she clamped down on the right jug with her mouth and began sucking with all her might. The boob was pulled steadily inside Cindy's mouth and the taste thrilled her.
Sarah was also thrilled, cooing and moaning as Cindy slapped the hard tip of her nip with her tongue. And then the moment Sarah had hoped for, was dying for, had arrived. The nurse wasn't sure if Cindy would go through with it, let alone think of it, but now she could feel Cindy continuing her downward journey, pausing momentarily to explore her navel with her tongue.
Oh shit, Sarah thought, she's really going to do it. I never dreamed she would, but now she's going to eat me. I know it. And sure enough, Cindy had slithered almost off the bed. Her legs dangled over the edge, her tummy was flattened completely and her breasts were drawn high up on her chest as she maneuvered into sucking position.
The men heard her mumble something from under the load of vulva that crushed her face. "What did she say?" Ward asked.
"Sounded like, 'never done this before'. "
Jim turned to look at Ward and found him yanking on his own cock. He's masturbating, Jim thought, and right in front of me. Shit, his cock looks good. It's so fat, so long, at least as big as mine.
Wild thoughts raced through Jim's head in his excitement, thoughts he never would have believed himself capable of having. But they were there, unmistakable and real, and he would have to deal with them. He imagined himself reaching over and touching Ward's cock, stroking it gently, then gripping in manfully and yanking on it till it spurted hot cream.
Then he saw himself kneeling in front of his friend, bending over, his mouth wide open and eating the dick, sucking on it and feeling the thick scum shooting into his mouth. What would it taste like, he thought, would I like it? Why am I thinking these things now, of all times? I've never in my whole life had any thoughts of homosexuality, but now it seems quite reasonable, natural with the way things are shaping up in this room.
The girls don't consider it anything more than a friendly gesture, sort of. That's what it could be with Ward and me. We could just try it once, see if we liked it, then go back to our women.
He looked down at Ward's hand and saw that it was gripping tighter at the shaft, tugging harder as Ward saw the girls do their act. The intern was so hot from witnessing the lesbians that when he felt another hand on his cock he thought it was his own. Looking down momentarily to see Jim's big fist grasping his dick, he almost fell out of his chair.
"What the fuck?" He tried to pull away, but Jim was much bigger, much stronger.
"Wait, just wait, please," Jim said, stroking the velvet shaft tenderly. "Let me."
Ward couldn't believe his eyes or ears: What was worse, he couldn't believe that he had stopped struggling and that now he was just looking down, watching this hand that was not his own fondle his scrotum and shaft. Shit, he thought, I hope the girls can't see this.
They couldn't. Sarah had her eyes shut tightly, picturing in her mind Cindy's face as she chomped with gusto on her pussy. And as far as Cindy was concerned, her visual world consisted of pubic hair and soft flesh, that was all. She slurped and rocked under the heaving girl above her, munching hungrily on her fur pie. Cindy's own hips flew rapidly into the air, pulsing with a rhythm that set the men's cocks twanging with desire.
Jim watched his hand work wonders on Ward's cock, pulling down on the shaft and watching the head bulge bright purple. Then he reversed directions, and the velvety knob became a mass of sensitized wrinkles. He beat more rapidly on the dork, anticipating the moment when Ward would shoot hard onto the floor. He imagined the arc of the spunk as it coursed through the air, and suddenly felt that this would be a cruel waste of scum.
Jim got down on the floor, realizing what he had only imagined a few minutes earlier. Ward didn't stop him from bending over the dork, but the intern would not look at Jim. He kept his eyes on the girls, visually excited by their activities, but insane with lust at the thought and feel of Jim's hands on his prick.
Jim worked one hand up and down the rock-hard shaft, and with the other he stroked the balls, cupping them and gauging their weight, rolling them around as Ward's excitement drew them higher up in the sack. Finally, at the peak of his erection, the nuts were up tight against the base of the shaft, and Jim left them to concentrate on the head.
He looked up at Ward, but saw that the intern was watching the bed, gripping tightly onto the arms of the chair and spreading his legs farther apart to accommodate his friend. Jim looked at the thick, rubbery head again and slowly lowered his mouth over it.
Ward winced with joy as he felt his cock enveloped in warm, silky folds. He closed his eyes, unable to even watch Sarah and Cindy. Opening and closing his fists, he made the decision to watch Jim instead of the girls and slowly lowered his head to see the man carefully devouring his cock.
Jim tasted the salty goodness of the huge dork and wondered why he had never tried this before. It was such a unique experience, thrilling and refreshing. He sucked at the shaft that was so thick it forced his mouth wide open. Then he pulled it out till only the head remained inside, twirling his tongue around the tip, sliding it into the slit and sending rivers of red hot thrills through Ward's spine.
In the meantime, Cindy was flailing the air as if an invisible cock were buried in her meaty cunt. She was bringing Sarah dangerously close to an orgasm of monumental proportions, and peaking herself off in the process. Her tongue was fatigued from its strenuous exercise, but pressed on in the interests of sexual satisfaction.
With a heavy thrust inward, Cindy sent shock after passionate shock through Sarah's cunt, unleashing a flood of boiling, surging cream that rolled and spewed out onto Cindy's face. Sarah shook and vibrated with the brunt of the climax, shoving her hips down on Cindy's face and grabbing her tits to appease her supernatural craving for relief.
She plucked furiously at the nipples, hauling them upward and crying like a banshee as her cunt exploded. Cindy shot heavily from her cunt, emptying it of scum. But neither Jim nor Ward saw the event, they were too busy with scum of their own.
Ward shot, time and time again, his eyes shut tight against the fury of-his orgasm, his hands driving Jim's head down hard onto his pumping shaft. Jim swallowed the frothy libation and grunted like an animal at the crude, rude, lewd taste of the thick, milky gism. And then, when the shock waves subsided, they all rested and thought about the new state of affairs they had just magnificently created.
CHAPTER TEN
"Nice night," Arthur said, getting into his car. Barbara was already seated inside, and the doctor noticed, even in the bad light that her skirt was pulled higher than any decent girl would allow. Not that he thought Barbara indecent. On the contrary, she was more than decent, she was superb.
They drove in silence for several minutes, mesmerized by the lights and the signs, the windows opened all the way to cool their passions with a soothing breeze. But that wasn't enough for Barbara. She couldn't wait till they arrived at the Ridgeman residence. She wanted to arrive then and there, or come, to be more to the point.
"Barbara," Arthur said in a paternal tone.
"Yes, daddy?"
"Get back in your seat."
"I am. I'm just a little closer to you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Why?"
"You're making me nervous."
"I can't understand it," she said, pulling her skirt up over her waist. Dr. Ridgeman tried not to look at her, but it was useless. They stopped for a red light and he glanced down to see her thighs and panties enveloped in a hot glow. The light changed and Arthur sped off so fast it looked as if he had been dragging.
"Pull it down," he said.
"All right." She pulled off her panties.
"No, not those. I meant your skirt."
"Too late," she said, taking his right hand off the wheel and placing it in her crotch.
"No," Arthur said, pulling away. They drove under a street lamp and he noticed his fingers glinting dully with the wetness of Barbara's sauce, "Be like that, then." Barbara bent over and put her head in the Doctor's lap.
"I realize you admire me for my medical talent, Miss Thomas, but this is certainly not the time nor the place to show it."
"Don't be funny, Arthur. I know you love it.
"That's hardly the point."
"But it is! I feel it right here." She tweaked his dork and he shuddered violently, almost running them into a tree.
"Stop that!"
"I can't."
"Then I can." They had come to a deserted stretch of road, and Dr. Ridgeman pulled off to the side, turned off the ignition key and faced his assistant.
"It's dangerous out here at night. Do you want something to happen before we reach home?"
"Yes, I want you to come in my mouth."
"Barbara, behave. I can't drive with you pestering me like that."
"Then, let's stay here for a while." She tried to embrace him, but he put her off.
"You're trying my patience. Now promise me there'll be no more foolishness."
"I promise," she sulked.
Dr. Ridgeman started the car and they were off again. After only having traveled about two hundred yards, Barbara quickly went for Arthur's fly, pulling it open and whipping the cock out before he could stop her. The next thing the good Doctor knew, his prick was being plunged avidly into the nurse's mouth.
"Ooh," he moaned. "Please, Barbara don't.
Stop! Don't. Stop."
"Did you say don't stop," she asked, picking her head up and smacking her lips.
"You promised."
"Not to be foolish. This isn't foolish. It's delicious!" She ducked down again and nibbled at the head. The shaft was rigid, pulsing with desire, and Barbara knew she would get what she wanted. His cock soared from his pants like some bizarre flag pole, one that she craved to chew on, munch on, hump on with her lips. She made little sucking noises that prompted Ridgeman to moan and breathe heavily, humping in his seat as the car sped homeward.
His protesting stopped after only a few more sucks, and Barbara had his cock to herself. Mmmmmm, good, she thought, feeling the spongy underneath of his prong, tasting its fleshy goodness, loving the strength that emanated from the sack, the shaft, the throbbing tip.
Ridgeman found it difficult to keep his eyes on the road. His vision blurred with passion as the girl set his groin on fire. The car swerved from side to side occasionally, but he managed to keep it on his side of the road. Luckily, they reached him home before he came, otherwise the results might have been disastrous.
He parked in back of Ward's car, but Barbara wouldn't let him go.
"They know we're here," Arthur said, pulling against Barbara's head. "They must have seen my headlights.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, sucking more vigorously. He tried to shake free, but the determination was missing. He really did want her to finish him off, make him cream no matter what the cost.
"All right, all right," he whispered. "But hurry."
Barbara nodded and Arthur felt his cock thrown from side to side in her mouth, bashing against her teeth and gums with surprising force. There was pain, yes, but far more pleasure as her tongue swirled in large circles about the shaft. He groaned and pushed up against her, forcing her head down on top of him till the head of his dork was approaching her throat.
Barbara whined and tapped him on the side. "What's wrong?" he rasped.
"Too hard," she said when he released her head. "You're pushing down on me too hard."
"Sorry."
"That's all right."
And then back to work. She increased the tempo, and Arthur's hips followed suit, pile-driving into her with a vigor Barbara thought only Jim and Ward could give her. She tasted a drop of pre-come on her tongue and hummed merrily.
Inside, the four lovers were seated in the living room discussing the cunt-throbbing, cock-pulsing experience they had just had.
"I liked it," Ward admitted. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you women anymore."
"That's the way I feel too," Cindy said.
"Didn't I hear a car pull up a few minutes ago," Sarah said, getting to her feet and crossing to the window that overlooked the front lawn.
"We were discussing something more important than whether or not Dr. Ridgeman and Barbara are here," Ward said.
"Cut the shit, would you?" she said, peering through the curtains. "We all know our lesbianism and homosexuality was just for laughs, so why don't we stop making excuses and sounding like we've committed a capital offense."
"Sarah's right," Cindy said, going to the front door. "I think I heard something too."
"Look," Sarah said. "There's his car. I see Dr. Ridgeman, but where's Barbara?"
"And how come he's not getting out of the car," Cindy asked.
"That sounds familiar," Ward said, remembering his college days. "Come on, Jim, let's welcome the newcomers."
"Where are you going?" Sarah demanded.
"Outside, to say hello."
"Oh no you're not."
"Why not?" Jim asked.
"Because you're too perverted for words. I know what you've got in mind."
"We just want to meet the Doctor," Ward insisted.
"Bullshit," Sarah said. "You want to scare the shit out of them, that's all."
"Them?" Cindy asked. "Barbara's out there too," Sarah said. "You mean..."
"That's right. She's blowing him," Jim said.
"My husband?" Cindy seemed to forget why they were all gathered there.
"What did you expect?" Ward asked, then went to her and, to take her mind off Arthur, kissed her on the mouth and felt for her damp quim, diddling the clit till she started humping involuntarily.
"Better?" he asked, after she had creamed all over him.
"Much, thanks. Now let's go out and greet them."
"Not you too?" Sarah said.
"Why not? It'll be fun. Come on."
They crept out the front door, but Sarah stayed behind, refusing to take part in their cruel prank. Crawling on their hands and knees, stark naked, they made their way to the car, Ward and Cindy taking the driver's side, and Jim circling round to the other door.
They listened for a moment through the open windows, listening to the lewd grunts and slurps until they reached a loud, climactic pitch. Then they jumped up and Ward shouted through the window.
He shouted loud and clear:
"BUGGAH, BUGGAH!"
Arthur jumped, his cock clogging Barbara's throat, but he had already started the involuntary thrusts of his orgasm and now spurted weakly into the girl's mouth.
"Fucking bastards," he yelled, watching Jim climb into the front seat and stare at Barbara's exposed ass. That had always driven him wild, and this time was no exception.
Arthur stopped his bantering when he saw Cindy gloating at him through the front windshield. He called her name in surprise and instinctively covered Barbara's head, irrationally thinking that he could somehow bury her like an ostrich. His wife roared with laughter, pushing Ward aside and opening the door on that side, leaning in and kissing Arthur lewdly on the mouth.
Barbara was still sucking the doctor clean, unable to leave him because of her craving for male scum. She gobbled every bit down, good to the last drop, and then started rolling the balls in her mouth. She knew there were people around her, but she kept her head, knowing they were all friends, until she felt herself being roughly grabbed from behind, her ass cheeks spread rudely apart.
It was that old familiar grip. "Jim," she cried, releasing the doctor's balls.
"Hi, baby. Good to see you."
"In here? Do we have to."
"Right now."
Jim took his hard prong and aimed it at the puckered little hole that he loved so well. With a tremendous shove, he rammed his cock into it, splitting Barbara up the middle as he penetrated her anus.
She screamed for that one moment she knew would pass, then smiled to herself as that fulfilled, satisfying feeling crept through her, took charge and made her forget where she was and who she was with. His prick filled her ass with throbbing meat, driven deep inside her like a tremendous anti-shit, but Barbara was practiced in the art of relaxing her muscles to let her lover all the way in.
"What's going on?" Arthur wanted to know, looking down at Barbara whose head was still buried in his lap.
"Uh," Jim said, coming hotly inside her.
"Whatever it was," Ward said, "it just went."
Jim worked himself free and the six of them returned to the house. "It's a good thing you live in such a secluded neighborhood," Jim said, sitting beside Sarah. "The cops would have had a ball if they'd found us like that out in the open."
"Nothing to fear," Arthur said, bending over to kiss Sarah. "Let's just relax and have a pleasant evening."
"We're way ahead of you," Ward said, listening to his stomach grumble. "How about some dinner?"
"Good idea," Jim said, herding Sarah and Cindy into the kitchen.
"What about me?" Barbara asked.
"I'm hungry," Jim said, "not Socrates."
"He doesn't like the way I cook," Barbara said.
"I noticed," said Ward.
Over dinner, the others explained to Barbara and Dr. Ridgeman what had passed between them before their arrival.
"Mostly scum," Ward said, smiling.
"Droll boy never fails to amuse," Sarah said, glowering at him.
"We just changed things around a bit, that's all," Cindy said.
"You mean you and Sarah made love," her husband asked.
"And Jim and Ward," Sarah said. "I wish I had seen that."
"Me too," said Barbara. She winked at Saran and they both laughed.
"What's that all about?" Ward asked.
"Oh," Jim said nonchalantly, as if it were common knowledge, "Barbara and Sarah made love to each other a long time ago."
"How did you..."
"What the..."
"Don't get upset, girls," he said. "We decided there's nothing wrong with it, didn't we?"
"How did you know?" Sarah asked. "I saw you while you thought I was taking a shower."
"But we heard the water running," Barbara said, her face flushed.
"I turned it on, then came back to say something to you, saw what you were up to and went back to take my shower."
"Why didn't you bring it up sooner," Sarah asked.
"No need. I didn't want to embarrass you. But now that everything else is out in the open, it doesn't matter, does it?"
"No, it doesn't," Barbara said, going to her lover and kissing him. "You're wonderful."
"How sweet," Ward said, sliding his hand up Cindy's thigh.
"Hey, what's the big idea," she said. "And at the table, too."
"Just a touch, please."
"Oh, all right."
Ward dipped his hand into her pussy, pushing the lips apart and coming out with a handful of juice. He licked his fingers and grinned broadly.
"He-likes the way I taste," she told the others.
"But," said Ward, smacking his lips, "there shouldn't have been anything there to eat. How come you're so excited?"
He peered around behind her and saw Arthur's hand buried deep in his wife's ass. "Aha," Ward cried, "the culprit!"
"You found me out," Dr. Ridgeman said, wiggling his finger up Cindy's ass crack.
"Ahh, that's good," Cindy said, squirming on his finger and holding the tablecloth tightly.
"I'm stuffed," Jim said.
"So am I," said Cindy.
"I mean I've had enough to eat. What I mean, damn it, is that I don't want anymore food. Let's fuck, okay?"
"Second," Ward said. "The motion carries unanimously. Let's adjourn to the bedroom and start the real order of business."
"Can't I finish?" Cindy asked.
"You mean be finished," Sarah corrected.
"Whatever," the writhing girl said. Arthur pumped in her harder, and knew that it was known to all what he was doing, she began humping violently on top of him, gasping for air.
It was wild.
"Just a minute," she moaned. Her seat was inundated with cream, and Ward was quick to scoop it up, like a bear stumbling upon a huge honey bees' nest
When the meal was finally concluded, the bed became the scene of a wild, unbridled orgy that lasted way into the wee hours of the morning. Time stopped for the lovers, and only the furious beat of their hearts told them of a world that existed outside their own sex-crazed environment.
At first, the fucking was regular and normal. To give their feast a respectable air, the men teamed up with their original mates, squeezing together on the double bed, men on top, women on bottom. There was some cheating as there was bound to be, since they were all in such close, throbbing proximity. Ward fondled Barbara, Barbara titillated Cindy, Arthur felt up Sarah, and so on.....
After that all heaven broke loose, and soon the bedroom seemed to float in a sea of come. Every hole in every body was penetrated by something, a prick, a clit, a finger, a nose, anything that would fit. In the end, the six of them lay in a confused heap on the bed, a pile of exhausted flesh and bones that spoke occasionally.
"Shit," came a voice from the bottom of the pile.
"That you, Jim?"
"I think so. Barb?"
"What?"
"You okay?"
"Something's stuck in my ass."
"Sorry," Arthur said, "that's my finger."
"Listen everybody," said Ward. "There's a new batch of interns and student nurses coming over to North Island from the University tomorrow. Fresh meat!"
"I'd forgotten completely about that," Dr. Ridgeman said.
"I can't wait for tomorrow," Sarah said.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," Ward said dreamily, his cock already beginning to stiffen.
It only took about a week for Ward to feel it stiffening in the hand of a leggy student nurse named Caroline. The hospital's regular teams of swappers had little difficulty in luring the fresh meat into their intimate and juiced-up circle.
They were fortunate. They lured two student nurses and two young interns into the circle, keeping the copulating sides even. There was Caroline, tall, black-haired, heavy-titted, and outrageous. There was Joan, small and frail, a humanitarian young girl whose compassionate heart led her to satisfy the horny needs of anyone she came into contact with.
There was Richard, a tall skinny guy who had a cock equally tall and skinny. There was Paul, a stocky character, former football jock, with a heavy-hanging set of balls and an egocentric libido that had no bounds. All in all, the four new members were full of ripe beans and juices, and they pumped a lot of heated spirit into the already flaming circle.
Ward was the first to score, the first to wiggle a hand up a student nurse's dress in a lonely corridor. Talking smoothly, confidently, he filled Caroline in on the hospital's extracurricular activities, found her excited by the news, and soon filled her in the cunt.
Another week passed, after the new four agreed, before the whole sheebang met in Ward's apartment. The whole heated group was filled with eager anticipation. There were new bodies to explore, new methods to learn, new come to flow.
"Well," Ward smiled, "what do you say we all just strip and get down to business? There's no sense beating around the bush about this, is there?"
"If you're beating around my bush there is,"
Caroline smiled seductively.
She knew that Ward was her man, at least for the first go-around. She eyed him as he dropped his pants, while she herself was slipping out of her skirt. Barbara was quickly selected by the super-libidinous Paul. He stepped over to help her undress. Joan fell into the anxious hands of Dr. Ridgeman, getting her breasts massaged before she even got out of her panties.
Richard was soon slapping his long skinny prick across the fleshy buttocks of Sarah. All the eager participants were excited not only by their own personal actions, but the startling sight of the others' activities. With the four new members, a strange vibration permeated the living room.
They were practically total strangers, and yet there they were, stripping without hesitation, and falling into arms and wrapping legs, joining hot, urgent genitals, and letting their thrilled gasps be heard by one and all. The living room floor filled with writhing, copulating bodies.
Ward was lying at Caroline's side fingering her pussy with one hand and manipulating her nipples with the other. Caroline's large, round, mushy breasts rolled under the intermittent massages of Ward's hand, and her clit popped anxiously under his flicking fingertips.
"This is really weird," she said.
"Don't pay any attention to the others," Ward said. "Just feel what's being done to you."
"The way you're feeling what's being done to you?"
"Ahhhh, yeah," Ward sighed, feeling Caroline's fingers tickling under his scrotum.
His prick towered in her hand, getting beaten against his belly before it was stroked methodically, rhythmically, with great expertise. Caroline was no stranger to cock massaging. She rolled onto her back when she was ready to have it enter her. She looked up at Ward with her immense brown eyes, holding him in a stare as he mounted her and plunged into her warm, wet depths.
Barbara was giving head to egocentric Paul, knowing he would have to be satisfied that way before she would get what she wanted. His great rigid dick rammed up in her mouth. Her lips closed around it, her hand held it tightly at the root, squeezing, twisting, making the bulbous red head swirl over her protruding tongue.
The long skinny cock belonging to Richard had slapped across Sarah's buttocks long enough. It squeezed through the fat cheeks and wedged up the dripping pussy from the rear. Sarah was on her knees and elbows, with her ass raised eagerly for Richard's powerful thrusts.
Dr. Ridgeman was getting his too, lying on his back and letting energetic young Joan pump up and down on top of his lance-like organ. He put his hands on her bouncing ass and pulled her down on his meat hard. He arched his back and rammed up to meet her downward drives.
Ward and Caroline were the first to get going, and the first to start taking off. The other couples increased their own urgent paces when they heard the ecstatic moans and groans coming from the fast-fucking couple.
"You really know how to do it!" Caroline gasped.
Ward plowed up her with a force she had previously thought impossible. She felt his tumescent cock thumping at the back wall of her vagina, as though it was about to race up her belly and enter her very throat. She gurgled deeply, huskily, and clawed at Ward's strong back.
"I think I'm coming!" she gasped suddenly.
Ward pounded out a rhythm that would send her flying in the clouds. She writhed beneath his beating body and locked her legs around his pumping ass. Her legs hopped up and down in the heat of the fuck and she jammed her cunt up to meet Ward's sensational thrusts.
"Yes! I'm coming!"
"Then come, dammit!" Paul called out from the other side of the room.
"Paul, that's not nice," Barbara mumbled, with his cock rolling across her gums.
Paul groaned from the pleasure she was giving him.
"Well if she's going to come, she should come, not lie there and talk about it," he said. "You give fantastic head, by the way."
Barbara popped the prick out, licked her lips, and slipped her hand down the hard slippery shaft.
"I think I've given about enough head," she said. "Why don't we go to bed? In Ward's bedroom, where you can really lay it on me!"
She panted with eager anticipation as Paul got up and hoisted her into his arms. He trotted rapidly into the bedroom with her, leaping over prone and churning bodies. He flung her on Ward's bed and piled down on top of her. She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her hot twat immediately.
"Give it to me!" she moaned. "Give it to me hard!"
"You're getting it hard all right!"
Paul rammed all the way up her with one swift thrust, and began driving like a lunatic without delay. Barbara squealed from the filled feel. Paul's fantastic instrument opened her like a scalpel and plowed through her mushy insides like a prodding pile-driver.
"Dammit, Paul!" Barbara gasped, "you're killing me with that thing!"
Paul flailed on, knowing that the pussy-killing of Barbara was the mind-thrilling of Barbara. She loved it and begged for more, begged him to drive it in deeper, heave it up her harder. She screamed, Paul creamed, she came, they flopped on the bed in ecstatic unison, wallowing in their spent genital juices.
