The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, .honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was already very warm, the beginning of a perfectly lovely summer day. Dr. Nita Johnson walked slowly down South Main Street to her office. The hot sun had already burned the chill from the early morning air, and the first blooms of spring were offering up their luscious colors and perfumes. A relaxed smile played on her face and, throwing her head back, she took a deep, full breath of the sweet air. Then, like a masked spectre, something ugly flashed momentarily through her consciousness. She felt her stomach tighten. The balmy weather and the deep relaxing breath had released a flow of sensual warmth through her body, making her lose for an instant the sense of herself she so desperately needed to maintain-Dr. Nita Johnson, cabable physician, cool, and always in control.
As she pushed the unwanted memory from her mind, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a red convertible slowing down beside her. She held her slim shoulders rigid and looked straight ahead as she continued down the street.
"Oooooooh, baby," the driver's voice rasped. "Ooooooh," he repeated lasciviously, sending a warm feeling to Nita's belly. To fight it, she held her beautiful body even straighter and quickened her pace, as once again, she battled the familiar memory fighting its way back into her mind!
"Hey, doll," the crude man continued, "A babe like you shouldn't be walking ... how 'bout a little ride, gorgeous?"
She looked at him coldly, and continued walking. "Okay, you dumb broad," he thought, "waste those gorgeous tits." And he stepped on the gas and sped angrily away.
Nita wished she had worn a bra today.
The feel of her nipples brushing against the soft cotton of her blouse was causing delicious, but unwanted feelings through her body ... feelings she could not allow herself to enjoy. She believed in liberation, she didn't believe in bras, yet today it felt too sensual. And it was a mistake, she though, always a mistake, to give into that animal part of human nature. She had done just that when only a little girl, and she had never stopped paying for that one mistake. A mistake she had made when she was only eleven. A mistake which had formed the base of her character today.
She turned the corner, went another half block, and walked through the elegant glass doors of the Oak Street Medical Center. She took the elevator up to her office on the top floor. The phone was ringing.
"Hi, baby? How ya doing this lovely morning?" Neil Hampton's robust voice made her smile despite herself.
"Neil," she said scoldingly, "You know I hate...."
"I know, I know. Don't call you baby.
But, oh, Nita my love, you are such a beautiful baby. "
"Neil," she implored again. He could make her so angry. Why couldn't he be satisfied with the friendship they had, with intelligent professional companionship. She could hear the desire in his voice and wished it would go away.
"You know, Doctor," he said, putting on a remote and serious voice, "I've been thinking of you since I woke up this morning." And it was the plain truth. He had awakened to the sun warming his body right through the blankets, the sun especially warm on his prick, his big hard prick that wanted only one woman that morning ... one woman ever. But this woman seemed as hard to break into as Fort Knox. "How about lunch, Doctor. I'd like to discuss that article on wholistic medicine in this month's Lancet, medical journal. Very interesting, very interesting indeed."
"Okay, Neil, okay." And she let out a light little giggle. "Lunch then."
"Too bad it won't be Naked Lunch.
" 'Scuse me, Nita. See you later, sweetheart."
She checked the appointment calendar on her large mahogany desk. Billy Moore was her first appointment-a sweet, yet spunky fourteen year old who had broken his rib playing baseball.
Then, suddenly, the name Billy resounded back through her memory. The dark thoughts were taking over again. Billy, the same name of the little boy so many years ago.
She had been eleven and Billy thirteen, had been the prettiest little girl at Fair Oak School, so happy and with so much love of life. Then one day, during the school picnic, she and Billy wandered off together into the woods. They held hands and walked beneath the trees. It was so sweet and she had felt little sparks of pleasure fly all over her body. Then, they had sat down beneath a large oak. He leaned over and kissed her, letting his tongue roll along her lips and into her mouth. And she had felt more pleasure than she had ever known in her life. Then Billy had taken her hand and put it on his pants where there was a big, hard bulge. Her hand felt like it was on fire, her whole body heated with an amazing warmth. Billy was hot and breathing hard, writhing his body against if hers. She had felt her little tummy aching to be touched. "Billy," she had whispered, when suddenly the sun seemed to disappear and they were in shadow. She had looked up to see Mr. Parker, fat, ugly Mr. Parker, the principal, looking down at them, his face red and his lips contorted in an ugly expression she had never seen on anyone before.
The memory was interrupted by the buzzer in her outer office. She opened the door to the waiting room, and the smiling young face of Billy Moore brought her back to the present, saving her from dwelling on the remembrance of how the principal had hit that other Billy hard across the face and sent him away. Then he had raped her, brutally, his massive organ hurt her, pounding her in her powerlessness, and the child Nita had been incredibly hurt and humiliated. And there had been nothing she could do. It would have been her word against his. And he was the principal and had caught the two children in the forbidden act of touching each other.
"I'll be just a minute, Billy," she told her waiting patient, and went inside to change into her white doctor's smock. She felt terribly naked as she took off her summer blouse and put on her professional uniform. Then something made her turn around. Oh, no. She hadn't completely closed the door to her office. Had he seen her naked breasts? Oh no, she thought, yet was terribly excited by the idea that the boy had been tantalized by the sight of her high firm breasts, whose nipples had hardened from the cool air-conditioning. Then shamed by her sensual delight, the old and terrible memory returned. Nita hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold, trying desperately to shake the images which filled every inch of her heart and head. For her the returning nightmare was not so much of the vicious assault, but rather the dreadful realization that, even if she might love a man ... a fine man like Neil Hampton, for instance ... she could still not respond sexually the way she should. The terrible truth was that only the virilely eager penises of young boys appealed to her enough to drive her insane with lustful desire. Until now, she'd been able to repress this powerful attraction to youths. But today-perhaps it was the weather, the man in the car, Neil's throaty voice on the phone-she didn't know what-but the sight of Billy Moore was now making her legs almost buckle beneath her.
"Come in, Billy," she smiled stiffly at him. No ... she had to bravely challenge this weakness and learn to conquer it. Oh God. In spite of her best intentions, she was unable to keep from staring longingly at the lithe young adolescent as he seated himself on the examination table.
She was feeling a bit dizzy and held on for a moment to the table for support.
"Are you feeling all right, Dr. Johnson?" he asked with sweet concern, his dark eyes looking worriedly at her.
"Yes, I'm fine," she answered nervously.
"You sure? The flu is going through school like wildfire these days. I bet half our math class is out with it."
"No, I'm feeling very well ... just dizzy for a minute. But you're so nice to be concerned ... Now just take off your shirt, Billy, and let's have a look at that rib."
She couldn't help studying her young patient at he took off his short sleeved plaid shirt. She was distracted by the smooth taper of his developing body. According to his file he was fourteen, but there were times when he was child-like and playful as a kitten. He was still growing up, still inexperienced and naive and innocent ... and seeing how Billy was now sitting erect and yet relaxed sent a tiny shiver of attraction spontaneously rippling along Nita's spine. My God, he's a desirable boy! What a fine young lover he'd make.
Lord, what was she thinking.
"It seems to have healed very well," she said, placing her hand on his smooth, tanned chest. She pressed her hand against his rib cage. "Does that hurt?" she asked.
"Ouch," he said, when she unconsciously pressed too hard into his young flesh.
She gently stroked a lock of dark curly hair away from his face. "I'm sorry, Billy," she said softly.
Then Billy Moore's eyes met hers and flicked instantly away, as if in embarrassment. Nita's throat turned painfully dry and she felt her face warm with a sudden rush of blood which crimsoned her cheeks and temples. It was as if the boy could read her mind.
She trembled a moment as her mind harkened back to certain quiet evenings at home, when the slowly growing yearning for sexual fulfillment would gradually filter through her mind until it would conquer her thoughts, and then the imaginary figures of leanly tapering teenage bodies would strike an immediate chord of response in her unsatisfied little cunt. Yes ... her imaginary lovers were boys, not men, because to her inner mind, they were "safe" for her to respond to and enjoy, even though she knew such an attraction was not right. She remembered how, so often, she would find herself touching her own breasts, the irresistible sensations of desire racing through her veins, causing her to tear off her clothes and frantically finger-fuck her desires-wollen pussy until she had reached a soul-shattering orgasm alone on her bed. Each time Nita had wished for a young child, tender and inexperienced enough for her to teach the sexual passions that she was experiencing under her own manipulations ... and, each time, she had felt ashamed and disgusted afterwards at her terrible weakness. She had vowed over and over again not to repeat her fantasies ... only to find herself a victim of the same electric stimulations tingling through her helpless body the next time she dreamed of virilely developing young boys, their tender little cocks all hard and throbbing at the sight of her nakedly spread cunt-lips.
In the absence of a satisfying love affair with a man, Nita Johnson's compelling desire had grown to the point where she was covetously desiring to seduce her own youthful patients! She had resisted her own insistent demands for relief, focusing intently on her career as a means of growing a shell around her and had become stronger as an individual. But still, the passions rose inside of her body, and still, in the loneliness of her bedroom, she masturbated to relieve the tension.
And now, in front of her, naked to the waist on this sensually warm day, was a beautiful young boy in the bud of his manhood.
But she had to finish her examination. She placed a hand on either side of his chest and slowly moved him from the waist, first around to one side and then another, frightened because the touch of his flesh was sending warm shivers all up the insides of her hotly perspiring thighs.
"Th-that feels fine...," said the boy a bit nervously. Then their eyes met. Oh no, she thought, oh no. Her whole body was becoming alive with the boy between her hands. She grew ever more uneasy, and for a long moment, neither of them moved or spoke a word. They simply continued to look at one another. She couldn't seem to take her eyes from his beautiful young body. Worse, she sensed that Billy's gaze was immodestly staring at her full-grown mature body. It was almost as if his eyes were a solid touch upon her womanly flesh, seeming to roam eagerly over her high, taut breasts and the invitingly lush curves of her thighs and legs.
Nervously, the doctor then withdrew her hands from his soft, smooth skin, squeezing her thighs together as if to protect her pubic area from the teenager's blatant scrutiny. And when she did so, the boy felt his breath freeze in his throat. Man! he thought, gripping the examination table with his fingers. Dr. Johnson is outasight! Her white Doctor's smock was thin and tight, showing off every bit of her voluptuous body, especially when she did that kind of wriggle, just like somebody was tickling her fanny with a feather. And those gorgeous boobs of hers. They stuck out even better than Anita Tanner's in the senior class. They sure don't flop over like pancakes the way my mother's do, he thought. And the mere thought of seeing Dr. Johnson's naked tits made his cock tingle with excitement! At every medical examination from this woman he had fantasized the two of them in an embrace, his hand inside her doctor's uniform stroking a hard, red nipple. His cock was nearly raw from beating it off dreaming of her wanting him to fuck her beautiful little pussy-hole. But, aw shucks, he thought. If she knew, he felt, she would only laugh and say it was a dumb crush. Jeez, what would a grown-up like Dr. Johnson want with a fourteen year old kid, when she could have any man she wanted. But as he sat there on the examination table, the more he thought about it the stiffer his cock was becoming. It wouldn't go down, if fact the more the tried, the bigger it was growing.
Nita put her stethoscope around her neck and it fell beautifully between the two ripe breasts. She stepped nearer to her young patient. The boy's mouth was open and her eyes moved from his heavily panting chest to the crotch of his jeans. The sight which met her gaze filled her with a renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging up from his lap, the older woman could clearly see the slender outline of his desire-hardening penis. She could feel the inflamed center of her loins throbbing in violent answer to the sight of his passionate cock beneath his pants, and she deliberately clasped her fingers together to keep from immediately reaching out to touch the lasciviously swelling young hardness. Lord, what was she allowing to happen to her? She was supposed to become excited with a man, with Neil Hampton, not with a boy half her age! For a split second, she recalled how many times she'd lain in her bed and thought about teenage boys like Billy Moore fucking her, and how she would almost go out of her mind with the obscene idea while she slithered her own inadequate fingers in and out up between her hotly drawn back thighs. She blushed slightly as guilt flickered tormentedly through her consciousness. She made a last attempt to get a grip on herself. She took the stethoscope in hand and leaned forward to complete her professional task. But as she drew even nearer to him, her pulse quickened against her will. A boy ... a mere fourteen year old boy was making her traitorous pussy lips suck hotly inward beneath the thin white film of her panties as no grown male had ever done.
Desperate, Nita forced her attention on the examination. But the warmth of his body was so close ... the sweet smell of his tender flesh was making her nostrils dilate eagerly. She could feel a tremor of passion deep up between her thighs, even as she set to work, and realized with shame the intensity of her feverish state of arousal. The dire consequences of this dangerous state of affairs were all too clear, even to her highly agitated mind, and she clenched her teeth together in an effort to stop the forbidden sensations that were pulsing unwantedly up between her thighs. God, she had to get a grip on herself.
Billy blinked rapidly, looking at her with a mixture of longing and apprehension. "Is ... is something wrong, Doctor? ... I ... I had a bath this morning," he stammered, presenting the far-fetched fear that perhaps her nervousness was a sign that maybe he smelled.
"No, Billy, no," she crooned.
Nita squeezed her inner thighs as hard as she had when as a child she'd try to deny the school principal entrance into her vagina ... but this time, it was to try not to allow the still-smoldering embers of desire to grow any more heated than they already were. Go home, Billy, get out of my office before it's too late, her tortured mind screamed.
Yet, she knew it was too late. She didn't want to let him go now. She needed to complete and satisfy these passions that had been welling up in her since early this morning. And now Billy was upset. The poor child might take it as a rejection and never know why, never understand, his youthful self-opinion damaged by the ambiguous experience. She simply had to find a way of regaining her self-control and fight this horrid impulse that was clouding her perceptions. She had to.
But suddenly, involuntarily, she felt the stethoscope drop from her fingers. She gasped unwittingly as the pliant firmness of her breast brushed accidentally against her young patient's chest, feeling the heat of his body sear through the thin fabric of her smock and heat her nakedly throbbing nipple.
Her involuntary caress made the youth all the more aware of her lush, mature form. He tried to move away, but was too near the edge of the table and, to keep from falling, Billy threw his arms around his doctor's neck. Nita staggered under the boy's unexpected embrace. She reached out to him to brace him and gripped his leg, almost touching the bulge of his penis trapped inside his trousers. Nita could feel his leg muscles as they curved inward to form his developing genitals, and delicious sensations of excitement shot electrically along her nerves. Feeling him like this was wild. Lord, what on earth was happening to her senses?
"Golly, Dr. Johnson, I-I'm sorry." Billy stammered, breathing hotly against her burning cheeks.
"Don't be silly," she soothed him tenderly. "It was all my fault." She couldn't seem to find the will power necessary to break free of his pain-induced embrace, and, instead of straightening up, she held him closer ... tighter. My God, no. She had to keep control of the situation. She mustn't let it get away from her-and this was no way to do it. He was just a beautiful, bashful boy, that was all, and it wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be right....
"Billy," she spoke in a soft, sultry voice she hardly recognized as her own, "you just stay with your arms around me until you feel better. It's all right," she murmured. "It's all right."
Billy could sense a wild, ungovernable excitement building at the base of his penis as guilty desire surged through his adolescent loins. Though he tried to will it flaccid again, his cock continued to swell with heated blood and strained against the fabric of his trousers. Crap, he could die with shame! If Dr. Johnson noticed him like this, he didn't know what he'd do!
The teenager's flesh was firm and pressuring and sensually alive against Nita's hungry body, his face nuzzling delightfully against her heaving breasts. His innocent desire for her only aroused the woman doctor more, and the feel of the fleshy bulge of his rising young cock beneath his pants so near her fingers incited her senses until they reeled. Uncontrollably she put her other hand around his back and pulled his slender body even more snugly to her, feeling her own breathing coming in deeper and quicker gasps. It wasn't going at all the way she wanted it to ... the way it had to! The fact that his tender, youthful cock was obviously in almost full erection was driving her mad internally. Her sensuous pussy had needed little to stimulate it this summer morning ... and now the hotly tingling sensations of desire had increased to the boiling point! She bit into the soft flesh of her delicate lower lip, once again gripped with tormenting desire. God, she couldn't let it happen ... just couldn't give in to her unrequited cravings for this obscenely tempting boy! It was begging for disaster, and after all of the promises she'd made and managed to keep, she just had to fight it!
Yet in spite of her sincere shame at her own animal lustings, the lady doctor felt another tremendous surge of carnal delight charging through her love-starved body at the motion of possessing this eager patient of hers. She could feel the aching sexual fires spreading upward to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into little cherries of excited nerve ends. She groaned inwardly as she felt the last remaining remnants of her vows to keep away from children fading into nothingness. Her desires escalated from fever pitch to furious volcanoes of lust, bursting with white-hot sensations that were enveloping the core of her tormented being.
Every nerve in the mature woman's flesh was reacting with lecherous need as she held the boy and the boy clung to her.
The reasonings and promises were proving to be only flimsy barriers before the monstrous demands which were sweeping them aside and overwhelming her will to resist. Every moral and inhibition, even her hopes for a future with a man like Neil Hampton ... everything was melting away in the heat of her unleashed passions. She could think of nothing but the feel of this darling boy's hot young flesh beneath his shirt and pants. Her brain whirled in shameful despair, but the urgent pressure of wanting little Billy Moore was simply too compelling to restrain any longer. God, there was just not the slightest thing she could do to save herself, was there? She was lost! Lost!
Her fingers moved as if they had a mind of their own as they circled upwards on Billy's inner thigh. Her hand trailed around the sides of his legs in uncontrollable passion, charging compulsively along his hard young belly and then down to run a single fingertip along the length of the bulge near his thigh.
"Oh! ooooh, Dr. Johnson," Billy cried.
He felt his lady doctor's hand came in electric contact with his lower belly, brushing along it and then down over his painfully throbbing penis, still trapped inside his jeans. Her fingers seemed to linger there for a moment, and a surge of desire shot through him again. Her touch on his cock had been an accident, of course....
Or had it?
And then suddenly, her entire palm was brushing over the front of his pants, rubbing the hotly swollen mound of his penis! Her hand teased there for endless seconds, gently massaging his stiffened penile length, caressing with an almost maddening slowness, while he lay frozen on the examination table. Wild, burning ripples of boyish passion flooded through his taut young body and brought his virile penis leaping into an even greater erection!
Billy's mouth opened in a reflexive gasp, and he choked with the shock and pleasure of her fingers along his slender hardness. He lay on the table now, motionless, while her hand continued to creep down to his testicles and cup them softly beneath the thin fabric of the faded jeans. The jolt of delicious sensation she caused by her hungry touch raced through his tensed adolescent frame, and he couldn't hold back a little grunt, of stimulation.
"Uuuuuhhhhh! Dr. Johnson, what are you doing to me?"
The mature woman pressed even closer to the young student now, the hot swells of her trembling breasts burning like firebrands into his youthful chest. "You like me touching you there, Billy?" she breathed ardently, her breath so close now to his lips. "Do you...?"
"I ... I don't know I...." said the aroused, yet terrified young boy.
"You know you do, darling child," Nita said, and her hand moved along his hardened cock again, stroking it with an increasingly fervent boldness. "Oh, and you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself, Billy, my dear. You have such a nice, firm young cock, so nice," she murmured thickly.
The thrill of hearing herself mouth such forbidden lewdness surged through Nita's body, and she trembled with a desperate longing to suck this darling child's delicious young cock far up into the back of her throat. There was no thought of right or wrong now ... only the desire for his fleshy, virile hardness that would be immature and eager to learn, begging to give rather than demanding to take....
The inexperienced adolescent reeled with confusion. He couldn't be right! Not Dr. Johnson! But, holy shit, her fingers on him were real, all right, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitement running helter-skelter through his mind!
Nita Johnson's nimble fingers continued to caress his swelling young hardness sliding up and down along his sensitive cock-shaft to massage his small tender scrotum tucked in the crotch of his jeans. Her lush red lips were parted and she kept running her moist little tongue back and forth across them, an oddly lost glaze of passion filming her soft blue eyes. Her breath was fervid and sweet against his fresh, beardless face, her mind swirling with the sensual appetites of her suddenly unleashed hunger.
Billy knew he should pull away and take his arms from up around the older woman's neck, but he trembled in fear and indecision. This was one hell of a lot more than he'd ever dreamed of, and far more than he could handle coherently! He was scared! He hated to admit it, but, god almighty, he was actually scared! Yes, the salacious pleasure of his blonde doctor's fingers on his rigid penis rendered him frozen, incapable of motion. What's the matter with Dr. Johnson? Cripes, am I dreaming this or has she gone nuts? She's playing with my prick like she's really going to ...!
"Billy, my sweet, I'm going to take it out now," Nita whispered. "I want to hold your hard little cock in my hand. I want to see how long and firm it's getting for me...."
"Holy Moses, Dr. Johnson, please ... I...."
"Easy, my baby, everything is all right," she cooed reassuringly. "Doctor knows what's best, for that darling little hard-on you've got...."
Nita's new-found passions had reach-ed that aroused, uncontainable stage where nothing could have stopped her from continuing her seduction of the fourteen year old boy. Gently, she stroked his back with the hand that had rested around his neck, while with her other hand, she gently eased down the zipper of his pants.
Billy sucked in his breath when he sensed her slip her fingers inside his open fly, able to feel her velvety touch along the smooth flesh of his inner thigh and the soft grazing motion of her fingertips beneath one leg band of his thin cotton underpants. Then he moaned with quivering delight as her hand lovingly began to stroke the naked flesh of his rock-hard penis. Ohhh, he couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Rising tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up from his youthful loins and swirled maddeningly through his lean and hairless body. A deep moan escaped his lips, and he lay open to her touch on the table while her fingers stroked an inch or so of his sensitive cock between her fingers. "You ... you mustn't, Dr. Johnson ... we ... we shouldn't be doing this!"
"It's all right, darling baby, it's all right," she repeated in a soothing tone, smoothing her other hand up underneath his shirttail and downward along the tender hollow between his firm taut buttocks. "I only want to play with you a little while. We are just playing together. And you do like it, my sweet young thing, I know you do...."
Dominated by her suddenly unleashed erotic desires, Nita pressed her breasts tightly to the boy's face, feeling him gasp and tremble in her warm and smothering embrace. A galvanic sensation of need speared through her trembling belly as her hand between their bodies traced the slim young cock, feeling it swell as she fondled it inside his pants, and pleased with its promising length and hardness.
She put her lips to his ear. "Ohh, Billy, it feels so nice." She took a deep breath and continued. "Let's take your pants off and have a real fine look at it, shall we...."
Her soft molasses voice was burning holes right through his brain! He couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to! Obediently, he allowed her to disentangle their arms and gently ease him back on the soft white sheet of the exam table, as he was stretched out in a state of extreme and fearful excitement, before her. He watched wide-eyed as the exquisite grown woman unbuckled his belt with urgent fingers, and then followed her breathless commands, mindless with adolescent desire. He lifted up his lean, quivering buttocks as she smoothly drew his pants down his thighs, and then he sat back again and lifted his legs so she could untie his shoes and slide his pants off all the way. And then he felt her warm, knowing hands on his naked hips, tugging wantonly at his underpants, and again he raised himself up enough so that she could remove them from his loins and added them to the pile of his clothes on the floor. He trembled with fascination, as he lay there in aroused nakedness. His slender young erection stood up straight from his hairless loins, palpitating with a slight drop of seminal fluid oozing from its tip.
"Oh, Billy, it's lovely, just so lovely and hard for me," his blonde doctor sighed in rising passion. Her body was alive, racing all over with the obscene fire of her salacious needs. Oh, Lord! His swollen penis was just the perfect size for her! Here was a male cock that wouldn't remind her of the horrible school principal, only of that other Billy, the sweet lost passion of her childhood. Excitedly, the older woman bent over her young patient, her hand resting on his trembling young legs. He sat up on his elbows nervously. "Lie down, now lie back down my baby," Nita urged him in a low, soothing voice, and the boy groaned as he lay helplessly exposed before this beautiful ripe woman. "Lie back and I'll make your lovely cock feel good! I'll hold it and squeeze it and ... and lick it even!"
Her head was so near his thighs, so near to where his cock rose invitingly above his testicles, tight and round with their sensitive textured skin, pulsing with virile semen. God, it looked almost like a delicacy to her! Almost good enough to taste.
"Billy, Billy, Billy," she whispered hotly.
Her words drove him crazy with desire, but still the child's fear rose up again within him. "No, N-No, Dr. Johnson, you're not supposed to touch me ... there!" And yet, how terrible if she would stop. He wanted it so much, wanted that wonderful release at the hands of this exquisite womanly being. But it was wrong. "P-please ... I ... I'm not supposed to," he blurted.
"But you do play with your little prick sometimes, don't you," she whispered softly, invitingly in his ear, her long, blonde hair brushing titillatingly across his chest. "I know you do ... when you're home in bed and all alone. And I know you like to, because it feels so good ... just like I'm going to make your nice hard little prick feel good now!"
She sat down beside him on the examination table, her round firm ass pressing hotly now against his thighs. Nita's hands stroked lustfully over his strong young body, feeling the sleek developing muscles tense as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of his tender flanks. Her fingers slowly encircled the goal of her quest once again, tightening around his quivering hardness with a provocative and tender emotion.
"Ohhhhh, little baby, I'm going to make you so happy!" she moaned in a sensuous promise. "You'll never be sorry for letting your doctor play with your cock."
She clasped his jerking penis between her thumb and forefinger and began to rub up and down the desire-heated shaft in long rhythmic strokings, from the tip of his pulsating glans to the sturdy base and then down around his semen-filled testicles. Billy gaped in petrified wonderment as he watched his lady doctor masturbating him ... and oh, he could hardly breathe with the delightful feelings she was giving him! He'd never been so keyed-up crazy in his life! He couldn't utter a word, but could only stare down at her tightening fingers as they rubbed up and down his slender erection. Man ... it was wild! If Dr. Johnson wanted to beat his meat off, then let her! To hell with what he'd always been taught before! He wanted her never to stop...! It's so good it couldn't be wrong, he thought.
Nita's sparkling desirous eyes widened at the gleaming spectacle of the adorable adolescent's slender cock plunging in and out between her desperately stroking fingers. This was all the reason she had to have, seeing its hardened shaft emerging from her tightly clenching hand, slipping dancing as it continued to slither hotly out of her kneading concealment. God! She leaned to one side, resting a burning cheek on his inner leg. His cock was so beautiful, so temptingly beautiful! No man's penis had ever been so desirable to her, not when they were so thick and huge and threatening ... Little Billy Moore's was so entirely perfect for her....
For a long sensation-sparked moment, Nita stared at the young boy's glistening rod of budding male flesh while she masturbated him. She sensed her mouth and throat rapidly going dry, as if filled with sand, then salivating at the erotically infusing sight of it! Unable to control the sudden passionate urge, she turned her head and planted a warm moist kiss on the inside of his smooth upper thigh. Nita was surprised at her own boldness, but this innocent child's lust-engorged shaft was the most arousing morsel of tender young flesh she could ever hope to spy! She knew society would hate her for wanting to taste of this lusciousness, but at the moment these maddening thrills of desire which permeated her brain, seemed right because it was so good. She could conceive of no greater pleasure than to have this boy shoot his fresh, virile semen deep into her waiting mouth ... an act she could not imagine with a full grown man because of the disastrous rape of her childhood. The mere anticipation of sucking this teenager's penis, however, seemed to set her own loins on hotly tingling fire, and now ... now, she understood the sheer, wanton lust which a woman could feel toward her lover!
The voluptuous blonde doctor leaned her head forward a little more, nibbling with her lips and teeth the firm smooth flesh of Billy Moore's loins. She raised her face slightly, an abandoned expression of carnality playing over her delicate features, and without reluctance she laved her tongue around the hairless base of his cock. Slowly, she worked her wet pink tongue up along his quivering hardness, removing her fingers one at a time as she did, tasting his pungent male tang for the first time. Its distinctive spice instigated wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she felt her breasts harden achingly beneath her hovering chest, and the firmness of her belly and thighs rippled with newfound sensations of want.
It's soooo good, so, so wonderful. I love it.
She ravished the straining young cock with her warm greedy mouth, grazing it again and again along its sperm-ridged underside to its tight coronal ridge, washing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head resting upon the boy's stomach as she managed to split the tiny orifice at the tip of its rounded head with the point of her tongue. She was wild with the frenzied new sensations churning in belly and loins, thrilling to the erotic stimulations she had never dreamed could exist. The delicious fresh piquancy of his budding genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, a phenomenon she would never have believed possible. Quickly, the lust-fired blonde trailed her tongue back of his throbbing scrotum and along the wetly glistening shaft to its bulbous head ... and then slipped her lips in a tightly ovaling ring warmly, wetly down over it's warmly throbbing young hardness....
Billy Moore couldn't hold back a whimper of disbelieving delight, never-before experienced chills racing along his spine as his passion-inflamed doctor brought her mouth down over his slender naked cock. He watched in transfixed excitement with his legs spread as erotically wide as possible, while the older woman enclosed his moistly pulsing glans in a warm, lip-locking pressure. He couldn't resist thrusting his passion clenched buttocks responsively up off the exanimation table, shoving as much of his bursting penis between her sensuously clasping lips as possible. He watched her mouth tighten like an elastic band around his throbbing erection as if it were a sweet stick of candy to lick and savor between the hollowing sides of her cheeks. He grunted and raised his head higher to view her lasciviously plunging mouth sucking on his cock. Not some dirty old whore, but lovely Dr. Johnson, his own doctor! Just the sight of his penis captured between her tightly milking lips was enough to blow his mind! And crap! What would she do if he shot his wad in her mouth? What would she do to him then?
A small portion of Nita's mind was still shocked by what she was doing. It was wrong, but it felt so good it couldn't be. My God, how could she have allowed herself to become so carried away, so far from the cool competent doctor. And then, a picture of the scene flashed like an erotic movie through her mind. She imagined how she must look, a woman in her early thirties with her head between a fourteen year old boy's naked thighs, while sucking his virginal little four inch cock for all it was worth. The mental image seemed only to incite her rising passions to a new unleashed fury. She could feel young Billy's answering thrusts as his hips moved up and down on the clean white sheets of the medical table in his effort to slide more of his hard-tensed cock between her roundly slavering lips, and she abandoned the last of her guilt and doubt in the delirium of the moment. With a spontaneous urgency, she sucked with greater voracity at the hotly sawing penis, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his boyish invasion. Her tongue licked frantically at his desire-swollen cock-head, the tip probing deep into the small little slit on its end. God, how she wanted him to shoot his cum in her mouth! She wanted to draw his virile seed all the way up from his smooth hairless balls and out through his slender erection until her impassioned belly was flooded! She wanted it to run through every pore of her body in unending torrents of joy!
Billy looked down at his doctor's lovely face stuffed with the fleshy rod of his cock, her soft pink lips working up and down over his glistening shaft with an obscene hunger. He jerked his naked pelvis up tighter to her face, his throat and mouth flannel-dry, and his penis feeling as it it were ready to shatter like glass! Wow! Oh, wow! It was going to happen! His cock was set to blow right in her mouth at any second! He writhed his lean buttocks furiously, jerking maniacally as he felt his hot jism erupting deep down in his testicles and shooting up the length of his aching cock to spew wildly out into the older woman's throat!
Nita mewled in muffled tones as her lustful wish came true. She could feel her patient's youthfully pungent semen exploding in her mouth, and her cheeks expanded like balloons to keep from choking on the huge surges that flowed without stopping from the blpated head of his penis. She swallowed in eagerly milking gulps, fastening her lips tighter around the ejaculating male flesh to keep from losing a single drop of his precious sperm. Small droplets of the viscous white liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth as the boy cried out his climax in a high-pitched voice. His slender organ squirted the final dregs of his seething adolescent cum, and then he collapsed back with satiation on the table. And Nita continued sucking and nibbling on his deflated young penis long after had softened lifelessly in her mouth....
At last she allowed her limp little cock to slide wetly from between her lips with a loud, sensuous sucking sound, and she sat back in a dazed, quivering stillness. She licked her lips to catch the final remaining droplets of his deliciously tasting semen, her entire body drained of everything by the excess of hot creamy seed that so completely filled her belly. She felt a glow of satisfaction and a new sense of adventure in her seduction of the young boy ... but gradually a shadow passed through her slowly reawakening mind. With growing misery she knew she had done something the world would condemn. She touched Billy gently, then walked over to the cabinet and braced herself on it. Billy's eyes flashed with yearning delight over her softly rounded curves. She hesitated to turn and face him. Although she felt it wasn't wrong, she was frightened of the consequences and frightened of the way she allowed lust to rob her of her self-control and dignity. Never again, she swore. Never again would she allow her body to rule her mind. She didn't know now what to say to him or how to handle this situation for which she was feeling uncontrollably ashamed.
"That was really wonderful, Doctor Johnson. I ... I really loved it. I ... I've never experienced anything so wonderful in all of my life. Please," he said, his eyes transfixed on her hugely sloping breasts, "let's do it again."
Confusion swept over the woman doctor. She was at a loss how to handle the situation. "No Billy, not ever again," she told him.
He looked hurt and worried. "You didn't like it? Y-you don't like me anymore," he said, feeling pangs of youthful rejection.
How beautiful it was, she thought. How perfectly exquisite. But she knew all was lost if she communicated that to her young patient. She had to be firm and make it clear that it would never happen again. Right or wrong ... all was total confusion in her mind right now and she wanted to return to her normal cool and professional way of being in the world. The liberated doctor, the world clear and easily understood, not a shattered mass of passions and confusions as it was now.
"Billy, you are a lovely boy ... but we made a mistake. A terrible mistake. And we must never do it again."
She saw the pained look on the youth's face.
"Believe me, it's better for us both if it never happens again. And, and ... I really can't talk about it any more." She wrought her hands nervously. "Just ... just get dressed and run along home now. Your rib was healed beautifully and ... and...." Oh god, she thought ... why ... why couldn't she be a normal woman.
She felt so bad looking at the dejected youth as he climbed off her examination table. She could see he felt ashamed and indeed he did. He felt quite stupid, like somehow he had disappointed her. Perhaps he wasn't man enough for her. She had said it was wonderful ... but perhaps it was just a lie to make him feel better. He had believed her flattery and now he felt so foolish. How could he compare to a big adult male ... he was still a little boy. He thought of his small pecker ... feeling so inadequate, when her lovers must have big ones, huge like his father's. Maybe he had been clumsy, shouldn't have cum in her mouth. If only he knew for sure what he had done wrong. He needed to know or how could he ever feel right again with a girl. He fought the tears welling up in his throat and tried to be a little man. Aw, crap, he thought, fighting the sinking feeling deep in his guts.
Nita saw how her young patient was hurt and her heart went out to him. But what could she say. Any kind words would open her to continuing their dangerous affair. She had to be strong. He was such an attractive boy, and he would have many girlfriends. This hurt would be only temporary. Oh, how she hoped it wouldn't affect him the way her own youthful sexual encounter had so permanently damaged her.
And then a troubling thought crossed her mind. What if he told someone. What a disaster that would be. Her hard-earned career down the drain and her name forever shamed.
"Billy," she said, touching him lightly on his curly dark head. "This will be our little secret, my dear boy. And you must never tell anyone, ever. Remember that, and give me your promise."
He nodded in assent.
"No one must ever know," she repeated.
He picked up his baseball jacket from the chair in the waiting room, turned once more to look at the beautiful doctor, as the sensual .memory of what just happened became like a dream, a painful dream to him. Then the door closed behind him and she heard his footsteps recede toward the elevator.
She collapsed into the chair behind her desk, and dropped her head into her arms. She felt sick with shame and worry that her abandoned act would be discovered. It would be the end of everything. The end of her career ... which meant to her freedom from men, the career she had worked so many years to build so she would never have to depend on anyone but herself. Why, she thought. Why was it wrong to do what felt so perfect. She didn't know. Oh, God. Warm tears ran down her cheek and sobs began to wrack her body.
CHAPTER TWO
"A bottle of chilled Dom Perignon, please."
The bespectacled proprietor beamed at the request and shuffled happily back to the refrigerator, with great respect for the good taste of this handsome, well-dressed customer.
"Here you are, Dr. Hampton." Neil held out his money. "And have a nice day."
Neil was feeling great. Amazingly wonderful. Today was the day, for sure. A quiet picnic in the deserted part of Swan Lake Park ... champagne, fresh baked bread and cold, rare roast beef.
Today would be the day for sure. This warm, sensual summery day ... him and Nita. He thrilled at the thought of her firm, slim but full-breasted body, succumbing to the love he knew was between them. Christ ... he was really hooked on her ... was totally captivated by this aloof lady doctor. For under the cool exterior, he knew, was a woman of seething passions. And Dr. Nita Johnson would be his and his alone. At the medical convention where they had first met, every man was after her ... coming on as heavy handed as a bunch of horny rhinos. But he had reached her through her mind and his feelings ran deeper than mere lust. He loved her complexity and intelligence, but God, he'd go mad if he didn't have her body soon.
A flashy redhead passed by him in the street, her hard nipples pushing through a pale pink sweater. Neil felt a pang of excitement ... not for that cheap broad, but for Nita. His lady. So cool, so dignified, so unyielding-until today. But she was a prize that was well worth the wait. And he could feel it. Today was his day, his lucky day. Her tight little jewel box would open just for him.
He took off his jacket, swinging it over his shoulder and peeled off his tie. The dark hair of his chest showed provocatively through the opening of his shirt collar.
Nita, with her long golden hair and crystal clear green eyes. He warmed at the thought. That exquisite body, her firm pale skin so smooth to the touch, her large but perfectly rounded breasts, whose outline he had only glimpsed through her well tailored clothes.
Those few times she allowed him to hold her and kiss her, the feeling of her flesh through the cloth of her blouse nearly drove him crazy. But she was a liberated doctor lady. She wanted to belong to no one. To be perfectly independent ... and alone. Nita, you little fool, he thought ... alone on that pedestal of yours. I want you, I want to take care of you, protect you so that you can soften and bloom in my arms, in my home ... our home.
His reverie was abruptly halted as he found himself outside her office door. He turned the handle and walked in. The door to her inner office was open, and he could see her seated at her desk, her head in her folded arms. She had not heard him enter.
Neil walked over to her sad looking form, wondering what was wrong. "Nita," he said and stroked her hair. She looked up startled to see him. He touched her hair again to comfort her, she looked so distraught. He wanted to help her.
"Please," she said. "I'm all right. It's nothing. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief which took away the teardrops but not the redness.
"You look really upset, honey. What is it. Nita. You can trust me."
"Really, Neil, it's nothing. I'm okay." Damn her. She refused to take him into her confidence, refused to open at all.
Her coldness was beginning to anger him. After all, he had reached out to help her.
"Listen, baby, the only thing wrong with you is you're a woman alone. You need a guy to take care of you, honey. And I want to do it. Everyone needs someone. I need you. You need me."
She looked up at him wishing it was so. Wishing she could tell him of the horrible thing that had just happened to her, but knowing it would be the end of everything-their friendship, even her career. My God, someone might even be crazy enough to report it to the police. She was terrified but tried to muster all her considerable strength.
"Neil, please. I have shaped my life the way I want it. I told you. I don't want to marry you or anyone. Y-You're sweet and I enjoy your company. But I'll never marry anyone."
"Christ, girl! Are you going to spend your whole life a liberated and lonely old maid...?" He stopped himself short ... she had been troubled when he walked in, and now he was making it even worse. "Nita, c'mon, I have a beautiful picnic ready for us. Let's go to the park." God, she thought, I really need to get out of this office and away from the memory of this morning. She was feeling so strange as the image of young Billy's body, hard with desire, appeared over and over again in her thoughts.
"Yes, let's go."
Back out into the cleansing sun and fresh air, she thought. They walked along looking to all the world like a normal couple in love on a summer's day. Had she been her normal self, she would have protested as she saw Neil leading the way to the deserted end of the park, but she was too exhausted from her inner turmoil. And he was being awfully nice.
He spread a cloth down in a little clearing. Birds were singing and a squirrel ran up a tree behind them. All was so bright and clear outside, yet inside she could taste the bitter tears still. They ate and sipped champagne, which helped to wash away her pain.
Neil looked at her and was struck once again by the amazing voluptuousness of her body. He could see the outline of her breasts and dark nipples beneath the light blouse she wore, her long legs folded so exquisitely beneath her full round bottom. He yearned passionately to possess her, body and soul, yet he was frustrated at every turn until he thought he'd go mad with unfulfilled desire. He reached out and took her hand, and then felt an overwhelming need to touch her face, to run his fingers through her soft blonde hair, to kiss her and hold her and make love to her until she surrendered to him. He was probably being damned childish about it-in fact, he knew he was-but still, he couldn't help himself.
His other arm began to snake slowly around her tiny waist, sweeping her closer to him. Nita squirmed uncomfortably in her boyfriend's embrace, and pushed against his chest to disentangle herself.
"Neil, just because we are having lunch alone here in the park doesn't give you the right to start pawing a helpless woman."
Neil laughed with bitter frustration. "You're anything but helpless, Nita my love," he said and she sensed the fury of his desire in him.
Then suddenly, he pressed his body against her, grinding his loins tightly against her cotton skirt. Nita's green eyes widened with surprise and indignation as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her belly. She made a strong effort to gain control of a situation that was-once again-rapidly destroying her sense of self. She gasped angrily and attempted to struggle away from the stiff, poker-like bulge that was urgently digging into the softness of her lower abdomen. His swollen cock was all too evident even through the layers of clothing they both wore. He held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until he overpowered her desperately wriggling body pressed firmly against him.
"Neil, for heaven's sake! Let me go this instant!" she cried out. Distress was evident on every feature of her beseeching face as she looked up at him. "You know I don't like this! I won't be manhandled--stop ... now ... please...."
But her words seemed to have no effect, as Neil was lost in the maelstrom of his desire, his pulsing rod of flesh straining against her body. "Please, my love, please," he pleaded thickly. "You know you want me holding you like this. You know deep down inside you do! Why fight it?"
Indeed, she wished she could respond normally. Perhaps if she hadn't put him off for so long, he would have been gender, given her more time. But this large and powerful man overwhelmed her, and because of the mental scar she had borne since childhood she could not give in ... except with a young boy ... no, no, she tried to push the thought from her mind.
Suddenly, she realized the Neil was drawing her into a heady, clinging embrace, and was whispering wetly into her ear. "You drive me wild," he cooed softly. "God, every time I'm around you, I go nuts with wanting you so badly!"
"D-Don't even talk like that!" she groaned, frightened by his persistence. "It ... it's the champagne talking."
"No, it's you who's making me intoxicated, Nita."
Before she could find the breath to protest, she felt his one hand grasp her chin and tilt it upward toward his face. Then she could taste the warm moistness of his lips as his mouth came down hotly over hers, and his tongue slithered deep into her mouth, searching for the softness of her own tongue.
Nita was forced to admit that her boyfriend's firm manly body felt good pressed against the supple roundness of her breasts. Instinctively, her body began to respond to his subtle caresses, molding her willing flesh to him with every fiber of her strength. It shocked her, realizing she was involuntarily responding this way to him. Neil Hampton possessed an affable charm and forceful personality, and was one of the most desirable men she had ever met. The urge to shout yes! to him was nearly uncontrollable....
But it was stopped dead, checked by a mixture of her childhood memories and this morning's terrible affair with Billy Moore.
"Oh, God, no Neil," she whimpered, as he released the tenderness of her quivering lips for a moment. Haunted by a fear of what might follow, Nita clenched her hands into fists and pushed as hard as she could against his chest to break the lock of his arms. "No ... no more. Please, you have to let me go!"
"Nita," he held her shoulders firmly and looked straight into her eyes, "It's time you started acting like the woman you obviously are!"
With no further warning, he abruptly tightened his enfolding arms about her and once more crushed his mouth down wetly on her trembling lips. Disregarding her mumbled protests, he slid one hand down over the thin fabric of her blouse to gently stroke the firm smooth flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers greedily around one of the full, firm cheeks of her buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the young blonde fought even more desperately to escape his unwelcome caresses, but then her accepting body ceased its struggle. In spite of her fervent resolve not to, she was beginning to respond to the eager passion of his kneading hand around her tautly straining buttocks. This was a scene that had happened to her many times before-with other men, in other settings, ever since she was old enough to date, at the age of sixteen. For a wistful moment, she wished she could truly let go of herself, and do with a mature man what should come naturally to her as a woman ... but the wounds that had been inflicted by that other man a decade before and compounded this morning with the boy were too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, Nita felt the tempting awareness of Neil's arousing kisses, the gentle, hot massaging pressure of his clenching fingers around her buttocks and slender waist, and the insistent throb of his excited penis against the yielding flesh of her trembling belly ... but she was still afraid.
"No ... no, Neil, please, No...." she moaned, her words lost from the constriction of his lips.
"Why not, my love? Why not, just like men and women do all the time ... what Nature built them to do? His hand continued to stroke her pulsating thigh and buttocks, which quivered under the feel of his sensuous touching, and then he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Nita moaned in desperation. He was too strong for her physically, and now her body was a loose bundle of raw nerves, her mind, like this morning, losing control over it....
Then suddenly his other hand snaked up along her quivering belly and under her blouse to cup on her full, naked breasts, sending tiny licking flames of unwanted excitement rushing over her vulnerable flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of her awakening pussy, until, abruptly, the realization of what she was allowing to happen struck her. Again, the same demons returned to torment her ... an old man-and a little child! She thought about breaking away and running ... running to escape this man ... but she doubted that her legs would support her now. He held her tight, his hands hot and smooth on her breast and her buttocks, and he ground his loins harshly against her thigh. She could tell that his penis was hard and that it had expanded into a full, blood-engorged erection that was bursting to get out of his pants and into her....
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With near superhuman strength, she squirmed away from his grip. "Let's calm down, Neil. We can't do it, not here in the park, not now! I'm not some whore you can ... just take ... just like that."
"I know you're not, darling." Neil breathed into her ear. God, how his cock ached, and his balls were crying out from the pressure of his building cum! "But you are a woman," he said with slow, thick desire. "And someday somebody is going to get sick and tired of playing your game and he's going to ram it to you! I want that somebody to be me!"
The trembling woman winced involuntarily at his cruel words. Brutes! All men! All of them nothing but beasts! She had spent the last few years this way, miserably fighting off one after another of the men who were fascinated by her lithe, well-rounded figure, until she had finally met Neil Hampton. He was handsome, kind and considerate, and she had gradually learned to trust him as the weeks went by. She intuitively knew he was sincere about wanting to marry her, and it had come as a shock to her to find that she genuinely cared for him. But to care for a man was one thing, and to love him was another. Despite the fact that he was exciting the tingling nerves of her body, she knew she could never feel real, overwhelming passion for him and thereby commit herself completely to his loving caresses.
God, if she could only unburden herself to him, if there was only a way she could tell him the truth. Yet she knew that if she ever revealed the rape in her past, or worse, disclose how this morning she was overcome with desire for the lovely young cock of a mere child, she knew it would twist whatever love he held for her into cold hatred. Dear God, what could she do? What was the answer...?
Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the reality of her present situation as Neil began pulling :her loins harder than ever against his He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, his mouth locking down again upon hers with a frantic urgency. She heard her breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their own volition to the delicious teasings of his hotly gripping fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her flesh with all her might, but the prevading fingers of his one hand nipping against her breast, and the hardness of his penis against her trembling belly, brought further moans of helpless submission from deep in her throat. God, in spite of her past, he was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet ... but no, if only this morning had never happened. There was a nightmarish quality to her seduction of young Billy that clouded whatever future joy she could see with Neil Hampton. Her unspeakable passion for young boys had ruined her entire future! And there was now a hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach, fighting off the intensity of her response....
"Ohhhh, Neil! Please don't do this!" she pleaded, close to tears from the conflict of her emotions. But his hands fondled the tight, cloth-encased cheeks of her buttocks, unaware of the battle which was raging in Nita's heart. She struggled harder ... but his kisses burned hotly and his hand closed teasingly over her throbbing breast, absorbing its voluptuously firm flesh....
"Oh ... oh ... oh," she chanted almost mindlessly now, alive with the forbidden and fearful sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body enflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was rapidly overcoming her resistance. And still, came the pungent thought that she didn't want to stop him or herself ... that, this time perhaps, she would learn to respond to a man....
The anguished blonde made no effort now to stop her hotly aroused boyfriend, as his hand traveled tauntingly around her buttocks, down her leg to the hem of her skirt, and then back up underneath it along the trembling satin flesh of her naked thigh ... then up, up to the narrow legband of her thin white bikini panties. A panicky shiver raced through Nita's sex-inflamed mind, barely coherent in her chaotic thoughts ... No ... No, she couldn't let this happen ... But yes! Yes! Oh God, his fingers feel so good ... so warm and gentle and good....
A low purring of hungered abandonment escaped from the tormented woman's lips, and her breath came in increasingly heavy spurts, blood surging through her veins. Neil smiled lustfully down at her, then eased her down on the grass.
"Yes, my love, yes...." he intoned with harsh, panting breath. "We're finally going to make it, you and I ... We're finally going to break down that barrier of yours...."
Gently, this handsome young man laid his body on top of hers, while she twisted in mounting agitation. She undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her body were responding to some mind other than her own, and threw her arms around his neck in needful ardor. He, in turn, pushed her legs apart and laid down between her inner thighs, his bulging loins jerking insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. His searing mouth pressed hard against her pliant lips, while his hands continued to fondle her aching breasts and down along her legs, sliding them up and down her inner thighs, brushing against the burning, vibrant crevice of her tender pussy as he maneuvered her skirt up around her waist.
"Neil ... oohhhhhhhhhhhh ... you mustn't ... please ... ohhhhh, Neil," she moaned time and time again. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the waistband of her panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. In self-defense, her mind tried to preserve the vestiges of her fear and horror, even as her stimulated body succumbed with its prurient desire. "No ... no, don't...." But Neil was too far gone with his passion. He fingered the softly yielding slit of her swollen cunt, stroking the hair-covered pussy lips and burrowing between them and deep inside. Nita couldn't control herself as she involuntarily raised her hips in helpful deliberations, clenching her secretion-wet thighs tightly together so he could easily slip the moistened panties down ... down over her trembling white thighs and slender legs ... down past her ankles and onto the green grass. She could feel with delight the balmy summer breeze caress her naked inner flesh and moist pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in uncontrollable invitation.
"Oh God!" she panted up into the silence of the sky, "Oh God, we mustn't! I ... I'm so afraid!"
"But we must, darling! You know we must, and you want me to touch you between the legs as much as I do!" Neil Hampton groaned with the boiling demands of his hotly hardened penis and sperm-bloated testicles, feverish now to possess the warm, curl-fringed slit that was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside. The sight of his doctor-girlfriend lying half-naked beneath him, her skirt up around her waist, her head lolling and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his hips, was making him quiver with unrestrainable animal desire as he ground himself as tightly as he could against her passion-throbbing cunt. His burgeoning cock surged with small aching pulses in his pants while he parted the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening with his middle finger and teased the soft, surrounding fringe of dark pubic hair. He heard Nita mewl with spiraling desire from the electrifying shock of his caresses and watched her as she rotated her naked buttocks round and round when he made ecstatic contact with her throbbing little clitoris.
He looked down between her legs and gazed hungrily at all of her widespread pink pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his pants and fuck straight ahead! His lust-hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like'a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly fucking fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of a naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her now or his balls would explode like hand grenades!
Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman doctor. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow assaulted with Neil's ever-burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed pussy. She undulated her desire-maddened thighs in helpless response as Neil Hampton lay teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart. Her shoeless foot rubbed up and down his thigh, feeling the taut muscles beneath his pants.
She knew in dazed, subconscious awareness that the sight of her nakedly splayed loins was inflaming Neil with intense craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her unwanted desires. She whipped her blonde mane from side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the soft earth, a lost and dream-like moan escaping from her parted lips. Neil's hands never ceased their teasing manipulations of her sensitive cunt, and her affection for the man only incited her further.
She wanted him! Oh God, at last she wanted a man, this man! But no, she had ruined any chance for happiness this morning, for that smooth, young boy's body, and now her longing dream to love a man was so near to being realized. If only she could conquer her shame. If only no one found out!
And then, she heard the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She could feel that one of his hands that had been kneading her cunt was away and struggling to lower his trousers. Neil Hampton had finally removed his pants to reveal his fleshy buttocks and thighs, and exposed his flushed, blood-hardened erection. The heavy shaft of adult male flesh hovered rigidly from his hirsute loins, its blunt purplish head spearing toward her naked cunt, the huge, sperm-swollen testicles hanging pendulous and sensate at its, base.
It was just at that instant that the school principal, horrible Mr. Parker, loomed back up in Nita's tortured brain. He-and not her boyfriend Neil-was standing there leering down at her nakedness, and the face she imagined above her from the past was contorted with a contemptuous sneer of unbridled animal lust. She could feel the thick tip of Neil's lust-swollen cockhead pressing forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed pussy, and she knew it was bloated with sexual ecstasy-an ecstasy she was still mortally afraid to accept!
"Stop it! Oh, please, enough!" she cried out, struggling to free herself from the heavy body on top of hers, nearly delirious in a last defiant rejection of a man's sexual penetration. "Oh Lord, let me up! Let me go!"
"Baby, baby, I need you so bad. I've got to have you, now. Don't you see. Don't you want it. Want me darling. Want me, please. I'm going to cum and I want to cum inside you!" He groaned again, thrusting his middle finger into her moist hot cunt faster and deeper, using the rest of his hand to pry apart her fleshy vaginal lips so he could fuck deep up inside of her with one final lunge of his hips.
Then Nita was unable to stop her muscular boyfriend from pressing the blood-bloated head of his huge hardness against the softness of her pubic curls as he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. He desired nothing more than to shove his pulsating cock deep into her.
"Good God, I can't wait any longer!" Neil Hampton blurted heatedly. "I'm going to cum and I have to cum inside of you!"
"No, Neil! No!" He was no better than all the other men who'd lusted after her with their hot pawing hands and thick hairy bodies! She squeezed the muscles of her helpless cunt together as tightly as she could, until,, the sinews along her inner thighs stood out in aching relief. She heaved and bucked against his urgent hardness in a wild effort to dislodge him, in the confusion of his lovemaking with the rape of her childhood.
"No, I don't want it. Not ever ... ever ... ever!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluid that oozed in excited droplets onto her firmly protesting vaginal lips. She steeled herself to hold his pressuring cock back from between her desperately clenching pussy slit in a final effort to keep from being fucked against her will. Once inside, there'd be no stopping him!
Then Neil groaned out in a low, curdling moan. "Darling, darling baby. I'm cumming! Oh sweet Jesus, I'm cumming...!" His body suddenly stiffened and his hardened penis, still nestled between her legs, began to jump uncontrollably against her fear-locked vagina. The moaning woman could feel a great flood of hot, cream-like sperm abruptly shoot forth across her nakedly rippling belly, up as far as the skirt bunched around her tiny waist, and down to the quivering folds of her struggling pussy. Its heat made her feel like she was being inundated by a seemingly never-ending flood of liquid fire, and she was only able to lay there in horrified fascination as his wildly cumming cock spewed forth wave after wave of torrential semen.
Then, finally, his testicles were drained. Neil Hampton stood up from between his whimpering girlfriend's naked legs in exhaustion. He looked down now at his rapidly deflating penis as it spewed the final dregs of his cum in a sticky trail across her naked belly. Then, awkwardly trapped with his pants around his ankles, he stooped to pull his jockey shorts back up, wiping the dripping head of his cock with the soft cotton material. That was all Nita could stand. She rolled over onto her stomach in shameful silence, unable to face him further.
He bent down over her. "I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry it had to be that way our first time."
His tenderness only increased her anguish. I wanted you to fuck me, Neil, she thought. Oh, if you only knew the truth. If you only could have seen me this morning with my mouth locked hungrily around that young boy's hard cock, lost, like you were this afternoon, in the heat of a reasonless passion. But she said nothing, as she pulled her skirt back down over her cum-drenched thighs ... Just sat there sobbing, feeling the great loss she would have to bear.
But Neil continued his apology, only making matters worse. He reached out for her hand and helped her up again.
For a moment she looked searchingly into his eyes-then knew she could never see him again, knew that her secret would remain always inside of her and she would have to find the strength to continue life alone.
"C'mon," he said. "I'll walk you back to your office." He cupped his hand under her chin. "Just dry your eyes, sweetheart," he told her softly and kissed her on her forehead.
With his arm draped lightly around her waist, they walked back to the office, looking to all the world like a handsome, happy couple on a sweet summer day.
CHAPTER THREE
Dr. Nita Johnson felt strange, alone in her apartment in the middle of a work day. She was scheduled for a emergency duty at Blair Hospital that afternoon ... but she couldn't face it. Usually scrupulously conscientious, something in her had been shattered today, and she found herself unable to go on. Guilt and fear weighed on her with a pressure close to bursting. Shame and confusion made the world spin around her like a whirlpool.
What could she do. Automatically, she picked up the phone and dialed Gale Riordan ... the only person in the world she felt she could bare her heart to. Why, the two of them had been friends as long as she could remember ... and Gale was the only person who knew Nita's childhood secret. Even way back then, Gale had had a worldly wisdom that could put a shattered illusion back together again as acceptable reality.
"Hello, sweetheart, whoever you are!" Gale's voice burst laughingly out from the receiver.
"Gale ... oh, Gale...." Nita's voice was barely audible.
"Nita, kid ... what is it. What the hell has happened to you. You sound like a flat tire."
"I can't talk over the phone, Gale."
"Well, c'mon over ... I'm just sitting here by the pool in the glorious sunshine waiting for some company." She glanced at the young man by her side. Julio is becoming a terrible bore, she thought.
"Y-you don't understand. You see I-I would, but ... the hospital ... I'm supposed to cover e-emergency."
"This sounds like you're an emergency case, kid...." Gale crossed her long tan legs, and stretched her body to the sun."Hey, don't worry," she said confidently. "I've got a prescription for you ... You know Joey ... Dr. Evans. He's so crazy about me, he's like a pet on a leash. I'll give him a ring and he'll take over for you. Just leave it to me."
"Oh, Gale ... I couldn't ... I mean a doctor doesn't do that. It's not professional."
"Nita, some day you'll learn to relax and have a good time, then you'll see how right on life can be!"
"But...."
"Just close those pretty lips of yours and come on over ... no buts."
Nita took her little sports car and drove with the top down, the wind hard and hot against her face. But try as she might, she could not shake the insidious memories of her lewd behavior that day. She recalled all too clearly how she'd seduced Billy Moore until she'd devoured his youthful penis and sacrificed his precious innocence. Her dormant body had awakened into a raging mass of sexually hungry flesh, corrupting the boy without mercy, by sucking his delicious penis to orgasm and leaving the teenager drained and sated in her office. And the paradox that made her brain swim was ... it was so good, so beautiful. Yet it was wrong ... terribly, terribly wrong. Or was it?
And then Neil ... the only chance for love she would ever have ... and it was ruined ... ruined. Would she always be in this horrible position of being split, of saying no to what was good and yes to what was wrong. Her body was such a traitor, her mind so terrified of adult male love. Poor Neil. She had left him feeling so guilty ... feeling like a rapist, when his fervent love for her had simply pushed him to the brink of passion ... a brink she herself understood only too well now.
She drove up the winding hilly road, till she got to the imposing mansion where Gale had lived since her first marriage ... and through three subsequent husbands, and then innumerable pretty young men who came and went with the seasons. The spoils of war was what she called it after that first divorce.
Gale was still reclining in a deck chair alongside the pool, when Nita arrived. She wore a string bikini of shocking pink, which looked magnificent against her dark tanned skin and sleek black hair. Julio, tall and strong, with a pretty, but weak face, sat beside her. They both sipped long, cool drinks. With a wave of her hand, Gale greeted her pretty blonde friend. Then she dropped the hand, with its long tapered red nails, onto Julio's hairy and muscular thigh, and planted a long, sensuous kiss on his lips.
"Go, my sweet," she told him. "Nita and I must be alone for awhile."
Obediently, with only the subtlest sign of resentment for his subservient role, he got up, looking the blonde doctor over slowly before he left, a smile playing carelessly on his full lips.
Gale handed Nita a drink, strong with gin, then slipped a flat, white tablet into her hand.
"This is my best medicine," she told her trembling friend. "Now you just take off those clothes of-yours and wriggle into this." She handed Nita a pale blue bikini. "Go on, go ahead and change," she prompted.
Nita walked into the large elegant house and down the oak-paneled hallway to the guest room. As she stepped out of her skirt and panties, in what she thought was the privacy of her room, Julio watched from the window. He was sick and tired of his aggressive mistress and the sweet blonde looked like good news to him. He ran his tongue along his lips and felt his breath come harder as he viewed round white buttocks until she pulled the bikini bottoms up over them. Carajo, this chick was too much. As she removed her blouse, revealing her ripe rounded breasts and their little erect nipples, he felt the electric energy in his stirring penis. I've got to fuck that hot little blonde pussy, he thought. I've got to.
The drink and the flat white tablet were sending waves of relaxation over her body. She walked slowly back to the pool, exquisite in the pale blue bikini, somewhat dazed by the pill and the alcohol and the sun. Stretching out beside her old friend, she began to talk easily and unburden herself. After all, she reasoned, Gale had been through so much, understood so much about men ... and sex.
The story told itself ... how she'd been nearly raped by Neil, yet at the same time how it was really love too ... and then ... then the hardest part of the tale came easily from her lips. Her terrible burden lightened as the told how she had crazily molested an innocent young boy. An as she spoke, she could almost feel imaginary small hands caressing and squeezing her naked skin ... she could almost hear her own deep craving voice pleading for more ... more ... of sex! The memory of the wild morning and the wanton lunch began to excite her. The mere remembrance of the handsome adolescent was sufficient to send little tingles of pleasure through her now, making her nipples harden and distend beneath the thin cloth of the bikini top.
She reached for her drink and gulped back a large swallow. Some of it spilled down between her full breasts, making a little rivulet. And she closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh, then the hand took hold of hers.
"Nita ... Nita, come with me...." Like a robot, the blonde doctor stood up and allowed herself to be led into her friend's exquisite boudoir. Gentle and knowing hands guided her down on the velvet covered bed.
"Nita...." As if from a great distance, the familiar, strong and womanly voice floated to her ears. "Nita, are you all right?"
Nita was cogent now, but all was as in a dream.
"Nita ... there's no reason to be miserable ... I-I'm going to make you feel so, so happy."
Gale looked down at her half-conscious blonde friend, and the effect of seeing her firm, rounded body was electrifying to her. The dark-haired woman sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off her friends scantily clad body on the purple velvet spread. Nita's blonde mane fanned out behind her rolling head like a glossy halo in the fading afternoon light. She was perspiring as if in the heat of some unknown passion. Gently, Gale unhooked the bra top and tossed it to the floor, then slid the little panties down her friends long, lovely legs and dropped them along side the bra. Then she let her eyes wander with fond admiration down to her friend's taut, full breasts with their plum-dark nipples like burnished accents on the soft skin. Her own breasts began to swell in response. Then she gazed in rapture along Nita's smooth, flat belly and the gentle sloping of her thighs, down to where her softly curling pubic hair glowed in the ivory warmth of her thighs and shadowed pink flesh of her vaginal lips. Never she seen so desirable looking a woman, never had she felt this intense passion even with her many male lovers.
Gale Riordan had always been enamored of her serious, studious, but beautiful friend. She'd valiantly tried, all these years, to keep away from any lesbian contact, but the frustration had been almost insurmountable. There had been many men and not a few women in her life. Women were such a special pleasure to her. The interludes of stroking their creamy smooth skin and kissing the trembling wetness between their thighs was an exquisite experience for her.
Gale was now breathing heavily, and she could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion, her tiny clitoris hardening with mounting desire, the nipples of her throbbing breasts tingling against the soft material of her bathing suit. She moistened her lips several times as she fantasized about how she could gently bring Nita to a peak of orgasm as only a woman knew how to do. And lord! With the opportunity spread naked before her, how on earth could she resist the temptation to try ...!
"Gale...." Nita's lips moved again as she tried to form words through her drugged haze. "Gale, what are you doing...?"
Nita felt the gentle lowering of the mattress as her friend sat down alongside her. "Don't be upset, Nita," the dark woman's gentle voice intoned. "Everything will be all right. I'll take good care of you, kid."
Nita tried to speak again, but nothing would come out. The tormented blonde could only toss her head some more on the pillow, tears unable to squeeze past her weighted eyelids. One of her hands was lifted from the covers and stroked tenderly between two very soft palms.
Gale Riordan stroked Nita's hand, then her hair, a small smile curved along her tanned face. Nita had been brutalized by men, and Gale knew she was not fully aware of what her womanly body was craving. She, too, had been brutalized by men, but now she had learned to use them for her needs and discard them when she was through. Her first divorce had left her wealthy for the rest of her life, and she could play with men as a child did with toy soldiers. Sometimes, it was even less amusing. But Gale could show her lovely friend the way that bliss could turn them into lovers.
"I'll rub your head a little, Nita. I'll rub your head and arms and help you relax. That will make you feel better, won't it...? You're so beautiful, Nita, with such a lovely, firm body ... I'm so happy you came to me when you were troubled."
"Mmmmm...." Nita sighed, her mind only half hearing her friend's velvet-soft words, soft like the bedspread beneath her naked skin. She could feel Gale's soothing fingertips massaging her forehead and temples, and a calming euphoria began to flow through her tattered nerves. It did feel good, so pleasant and nice....
"Men are so cruel and stupid," Gale continued in the same mesmerizing voice. "I remember Sewell, my first husband ... he would come bursting into the bedroom whenever he could get it up. He was always a brute with me, like some savage animal out to destroy...."
The torpor within Nita began to increase now, and Gale's words became almost meaningless to her. But she listened to them anyway, not wishing her friend to stop massaging her arms and face, needing somebody, someone who was understanding the way she felt now. The softly flowing sentences of her raven-haired friend was so hypnotic ... so soothing ... making the hurt recede ever further....
"... faster and harder Sewell would fuck me, like a crazed bull, until finally he'd cum. Then that huge cock of his would get even larger and his hot male cum would shoot up inside my pussy until I was overflowing with the stuff. And when he was finished, he'd pull his prick out like it was a sword being pulled out of a sheath, trailing his goddamn cum all over my legs...."
Nita shivered unconsciously, drowsily listening to the lewd words filtering in her ears. Her face blushed slightly as she felt her body twitch in sympathy for Gale, remembering in a vague, dream-like way how she had been so cruelly fucked by a man when she was just a mere child. The trickling thought perversely stimulated her against her will, and without her conscious desire, a tiny tendril of arousal somehow burrowed down inside her loins.
"Nita ... we can do better together, believe me ... if only you'll trust your old friend and not be afraid...."
Suddenly Gale could no longer fight the desperate urges burning through her vibrant flesh. Taking one hand away from Nita's fevered brow, she reached up and unfastened the top of her own bikini. Then deftly, she slipped loose from the scant bottoms and slid them down over her naked body, exposing her firm, curvaceous flesh beneath. Her sleek, black hair hung straight to her shoulders, framing her exquisite face with its wide, full lips and high cheekbones. Her overripe, full breasts beat with the rhythm of her lustfully pounding heart, solid and upright though they were even larger than her friend's. As she inched closer to the blonde woman lying supine and unaware on the bed, Nita could see that Gale was stretching open the rounded cuntal lips between her slender, dark thighs, showing their pink, fleshy smoothness and the little swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Beneath the thick growth of her black pussy hair, Gale's vaginal crevice seemed to be twitching with prurient expectancy, swelling with anticipatory arousal and moistening with desire. Trembling now, Gale reached out with her hand and gently stroked one of Nita's firmly rounded breasts, pausing to tease the pink nipple with a practiced feminine touch.
"G-Gale? W-what are you doing?" Nita gasped, still soporific and dizzy, laying as if tied helplessly to the bed. A dry, almost strangling lump began to form in her throat as only dimly, she comprehended that her best friend was no longer massaging her throbbing temples, but was cupping her breast with an unmistakable intent.
"Trust me...." Gale whispered seductively. "I know what you need, love. Haven't I always known what you needed? You need what no man or boy can give you, what only a woman can give you, understanding, Nita, understanding and a different kind of love. Not the violent, painful love of a man, but a gentle love, without pain. Wouldn't you like to be loved that way...?"
In stunned disbelief, Nita trembled on the covers of her bed unable to understand what had possessed her closest friend to act so obscenely. She lay unable to move, as though her mind were bereft of power to repel the intimate caresses which were both exciting and shocking at the same time. She heard a warning bell toll distantly in the back of her drunkenly confused mind, telling her this was wrong ... wrong ... yet the arousing tendrils of delicious sensations that were flowing through her naked flesh seemed to overwhelm her unwilling thoughts....
"You're so pretty," Gale sighed wetly into her ear. I've thought so ever since we were little children ... ever since I would watch you undressing for high school gym class. I wanted to be with you then, but I didn't dare say so. You're too good to waste yourself on men or little boys. Let me show you about loving, Nita, real loving that doesn't hurt you but only feels good...."
Gale's hands squeezed her friend's breasts tenderly and she leaned over closer ... Nita found she could not move as the dark beauty's lips closed tightly over her own, gently at first, so she could feel the full moistness of Gale's mouth, and then more firmly. She sensed her own lips beginning to involuntarily relax under the sensitive pressure, and then as Gale's tongue slipped wetly between her teeth, Nita seemed to submit gradually to the thrilling new sensations. She let her naked body follow up, rubbing against the other woman, her warmly pulsing loins undulating with building desire.
Gale stretched out on the bed beside Nita, then, rubbed hard against her while feeling her own perverted passion seething hot and urgent. Her hand continued to massage Nita's full firm breasts with a woman's special gentleness, and Nita responded unwittingly to the fascinating and stimulating attentions.
The young lady doctor felt her frustrated body smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of that lunchtime seduction, and she closed her eyes and trembled all over from the slowly growing yearnings filtering through her flesh. The long, caressing fingers with their red-tipped nails crept over her breasts and around her tautly tingling nipples like taunting feathers, teasing her to respond until the point where any resistance would disappear.
Gale held her tight, rubbing her nakedly voluptuous body so that the nipples of their breasts met and crushed electrically against one another. Nita felt her girlfriend's thigh rise and one slender shapely leg twine eagerly about her hip until the soft curls of Gale's pubic hair brushed with warm invitation against her own pulsating cuntal slit. One of the hands squeezing her breasts slipped around and moved down to her firmly rounded buttocks, pulling them apart to slide between and caress the tight, sensitive anal opening with a middle finger. Then Gale began slithering slowly down over Nita's quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brunette's unconsciously spreading thighs.
Nita's breath caught in her chest as her lifelong friend started softly kissing her naked white thighs. She tried to stop Gale from inching her legs still further apart, but it was as if her drunken and desire-ridden flesh would not obey her vainly protesting mind. Horrified, she looked down to see that her tighs were now splayed wide open in defenseless surrender to whatever Gale wished to do. She couldn't believe it! After all that had taken place that day ... after all of the vows and pledges she'd made, this couldn't be happening to her now. But, God, oh God, it was....
Nita could offer no resistance at all as the other woman bent obscenely between her open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt Gale's thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina and allowing the warm air of her bedroom to brush against her there. Gale's tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, causing it to spring involuntarily into trembling hardness. Before the terrified young woman could summon the strength to resist this new debasement, her friend spread the swollen lips of Nita's cunt still wider and thrust her wetly teasing tongue deep into the moist, unconsciously pulsating walls of the confused blonde's vagina.
The unexpectedly searing contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt brought a long low moan of undisguised humiliation from Nita's parted lips. "No ... no, it's wrong ... no she groaned over and over to herself as Gale's tongue speared in and out of the unwantedly dilating lips of her pussy. In spite of her shame at the lewd and sinful things being done to her defenseless loins, more wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down inside her drunken body. Her arms lay tensed at her sides while her firmly rounded breasts jiggled slightly from the salacious buffeting she was undergoing. She clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over her teeth in an effort to control the tingling sensations that were stabbing up from the tight, fleshy slip of her silk-smooth vagina.
"Ohhhh, Gale, stop it ... please ... she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue teasing without mercy inside her nakedly splayed cuntal opening. But the combination of the alcohol and the white pill and her fevered confusion were enough to keep the disturbed and aroused woman doctor just beyond complete resistance.
Gale could sense the gathering surrender and with a satisfied grin. The aggresive woman thrust her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of Nita's involuntarily welcoming vagina. She then moved her body around so that she could straddle with her legs pressed tightly to the weaker woman's shoulders, her widespread thighs undulating in a hunched position over Nita's contorted face. She began to orally fuck her yielding cunt harder and faster now, sliding her soft wet tongue far up into the dilating, clasping channel, and reveling in the unintelligible sounds Nita was whimpering beneath her obscene ministrations. Gale licked and sucked around the velvet-like interior of the swollen, hair-rimmed pussy lips, feeling the soft silkiness of Nita's pubic curls graze tantalizingly against her nose and cheeks.
Nita moaned with mounting desire, unable to stop her pulsing thighs from responding by arching upwards slightly in a slow, eager grinding against Gale's face. Her wavering thoughts of right or wrong, depravity or passion, passed with the shivers of uncontained hunger, and she drew her thighs wider apart to give Gale freer access to the wetly trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. She found that despite her aversion, she was clutching her friend's full buttocks with almost spastic strength, and her face was tangled in the dark wisps of Gale's pubic hair. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her body, and her mind thrilled at returning the liquid caresses she was so ardently accepting. Yes, yes ... yes ... this pleasure can't be wrong, she thought ... none of it ... it was all right what she did with Billy, it was all right to fuck Neil ... it was all ... all right....
And suddenly she was totally inundated with sensuality and excitement. Her lips and tongue feverishly burrowed into the warmly pulsing wetness of Gale's curl-rimmed vaginal slit, and she inhaled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from the heated loins hovering just above her face. Her own pussy ached with her friend's mouthings and the arousal of her own actions ... and, after a short second of hesitation, her head began to oscillate slavishly as she abandoned herself to sucking the tender pink flesh of Gale's cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Gale cried in a muffled voice. "Oooh, that's it! That's it! Love! Faster! Faster!"
Nita tongued hungrily now, teasing the dark woman's little clitoris as Gale was taunting her own. She was salivating as never before, kissing and licking the trembling vaginal slit. She ran her tongue greedily up the full length between the passionately rotating buttocks, lapping wetly around the tight-closed rosebud of Gale's anus, and then down over the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the sensation-bud at the crest of her pubic mound. And in return, she could feel every tantalizing second of Gale's tongue laving through the soft swelling of her sensitive cunt like a knife through warm butter. It flicked relentlessly between her widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her urgently gripping vagina. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the lesbian girl hunched on all-fours above her, nothing mattering now but the ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch of her naked flesh. Nothing mattered to either of the two women as they impaled their tongues deep, deep into the delicious piquancy of each other's hungering cunts.
And lost as they were in the licentious wildness, they failed to hear the soft, surreptitious opening of the bedroom door. Nor did they glimpse the tall muscular figure of Julio standing there, a shocked expression splitting his rugged face. Cono! Look at the way they're sucking each other off! he thought venomously. The puta--not only is she rejecting me, this bitch, but taking the woman I wanted for myself!
Julio stood with his legs wide apart, his breath smelling of gin, panting slightly as he continued to view the two women writhing obscenely on the bed. He was a heavy-chested man with long, curly black hair that was shagging around the collar of his beach robe. His face was wide-eyed and surprised, round in a fleshy sort of way and showing signs of early dissipation despite being only twenty-six. He had spent his entire life avoiding any sort of labor, preferring to pursue a career of fast cars and faster women. All the better if they were rich, like Senora Riodan.
Julio's sense of machismo was wound-ed. Just minutes before he had been sitting, drink in hand, in an armchair, plotting his approach to this new blonde prospect. All his life he had made a living with women, ever since, as a young boy of fifteen in Madrid, a handsome, if somewhat older American woman, took him under her wing and under her covers-then brought him to America, land of opportunities to be found inside the lace panties of businessmen's wives. This new blonde was something else though-and he was intrigued. Suddenly he was aware of muffled noises echoing down the hallway, odd pleadings and moans that made him sit up alertly, listening intently. With cat-like grace, he raised himself from the chair, and quickly padded down the hallway toward the closed bedroom door, where he paused to press his ear to the heavy paneling to see if he could determine what the sounds were.
Unmistakably came the weird noises of movement and sighs through the thickness of the door. He thought he could hear an occasional whimpering, but he couldn't be sure. Silently, Julio turned the knob and opened the door with great care. Then he pushed it open just a crack. He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the dresser lamp. His eyes opened amazingly wide at what he beheld.
The blonde doctor and his mistress hunched on top of her. He watched transfixed with dazed amazement, his eyes locking on the sweat-glistening breasts that were dancing invitingly on the blonde woman's chest, and her softly curling pubic hair that was almost entirely hidden by his mistress's voraciously tonguing mouth. Cono e madre! This was unbelievable! This couldn't be true! How had this woman detected the latent sexual streak in Dr. Nita Johnson's cool nature, and turned the smooth-bodied female into a raw, lust-deranged ball of passion!
Julio Cortazar stood in the bedroom doorway with widely gaping eyes, not sure he believed the lewd, unnatural orgy that was unfolding on the bed. For all his gigolo-acquired sophistication, he was still an oddly-naive boy at heart, with a rigid sense of what was right and what was wrong. He'd seen plenty of women getting fucked before, and he had participated in gang-bangs as a teenage boy on the streets of Madrid, had indulged in girl friend swaps at parties ... but this was different! His vain male ego was stung to the quick by the idea that two women would prefer to make it with each other when he was available to satisfy them. And yet, though his irritation at not being Nita's lover himself continued to rankle, he found the scene strangely exciting. He knew he should break in and tear them apart, or turn away and leave them to their perverted lesbianism, but that, whatever, he shouldn't just stand there in the doorway like a voyeur and watch. But, damnit, who wouldn't want to watch?
Julio found himself trembling nervously as he remained in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his mistress and' her friend writhing in wild abandoned passion. He had never witness-ed such an exhibition of sheer, unadulterated obscenity, and it was getting to him! He could feel his penis harden under the beach robe in empathetic response to the sight of the two women so moistly fused together on the bed.
He sensed ripples of arousal coming up from his loins as he sighted in on Gale's mouth buried deeply around Nita's hotly grinding cunt. Even the tiny pink flanges of the female doctor's pussy could be seen clasping hungrily in and out of the soft blonde, curly pubic hair. Julio watched hypnotized as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down Gale's taunting pink tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappearing back inside as Gale thrust up between Nita's legs again. He moved his attention along the dark woman's undulating body to her tight round buttocks and quivering thighs, where they hovered over the other woman's face. He couldn't make out the scene quite so clearly, but it was obvious that Nita was sucking Gale's black-haired pussy with equally fevered delight. She had to be, her mouth drawn up as far as it could go and her hands digging into Gale's buttocks in an effort to pull her loins deeper down on her face. Hijo de puta! The cool lady doctor was sure one hot bitch! Julio thought incredulously. If he'd known how easily she ignited, he would have blown her toenails off long ago!
The erotically stimulated man sensed his cock was growing stiff, hardening against the front of his robe and wetting the terrycloth material with his warmly seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to seethe in heated short gasps as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes locked frantically on Nita's cuntal lips. They were wet and gleaming from Gale's impassioned tongue, and the mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing around his blood-engorged penis caused it to jerk with desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his lust-distended testicles as Julio contemplated the feel of his aching cock fucking far up into Nita Johnson's beautiful little pussy-hole in place of his mistress's hungrily swirling tongue. Carajo! It hardly seemed fair for that bitch to be enjoying it at all!
Quickly, silently, his eyes never one leaving the enticing sight of the dual slaverings, Julio opened the front of his bathrobe to ease the pressure on his desire-constricted cock. He let the robe spread wide, and his great blood-swollen erection jutted stone-hard from his hirsute loins. He began to stroke it lightly, pulling the heavy foreskin back over the hard, rubbery head, letting his volcanic cum build and build in his pulsating testicles while he watched the two lewdly churning females on the bed before him....
In a moment of mindless passion, Nita pressed her mouth tighter up into her girlfriend's hungrily responding cunt, reaching down between their heaving bodies to play with her heavily quivering breasts, while her own cunt grew increasingly hot, hungry, and open. Gale's tongue invaded Nita's cunt relentlessly, lashing at her tiny erect clitoris, the very center of all sensation, laving and sucking everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in her belly, and always returning to her wildly tingling clitoris. The aroused blonde began to pant explosively, knowing she was near her climax, as her naked loins curled up and pressed with vibrant tension to bring the other girl's magically working mouth tighter to the quivering center of her lust. Below her, Gale was gasping, straining for air between Nita's rhythmically clenching thighs, never breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her deeply buried face. Even her nose was immersed during the wild depravity of their illicit lovemaking in each other's steaming wet cunts....
Still masturbating his heavy, blood-pulsing cock in long, deliberately tantalizing strokes, Julio Cortazar stared with bulging eyes at the abandoned couple on the bed. Carajo! he thought with burning passion, they're ready to cum ... He could see both pairs of eyes growing glassy, and moist secretions seeping from between their smoothly twisting buttocks as they ground up and down against each other from the wild ecstasy spiraling through them. He felt his own buttocks tighten and he groaned inwardly as he pumped still harder on his burgeoning penis, imagining its hot rubbery tip was fucking deep up between the voluptuously curved blonde's parted thighs, the blunt head replacing Gale's tongue, which he could so thoroughly see as it slid in and out of Nita's tight elastically clinging pussy-hole. His cock would fit so nicely there, would work its way so perfectly into the wet, blonde-haired slit of pussy flesh ... ahh, his cock was fucking up into the blonde now, he thought through a heated daze of arousal ... yesss, it was slowly slithering into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot vaginal moisture....
The walls of Nita's vagina clasped warmly around Gale's lewdly thrusting tongue, and the muscles of her belly writhed in the torment of her unleashed passions. She was about to explode with orgasm, and feverishly she pressed her naked loins up harder to Gale's face, every inch of her perspiring flesh on fire. She gasped and moaned as she strove instinctively to bring her raven-haired friend to the same delirious completion, jerking her climaxing pussy up tight against Gale's mouth as the heated orgasmic secretions poured from her hotly pulsating cunt in a seemingly unending stream.
Gale felt Nita reach her peak, and then her own climax hit, taking hold of her voluptuous young body and sending it surging downward against the bobbing face of the naked lady doctor. She pushed up and down in an obscenely abandoned desire, pleading for longer, hotter mouthings as she crooned out her violent release....
... And her boyfriend's penis suddenly shot out thick, spurting loads of cum as his imagination and hand combined to allow him to enjoy the bursting sensations of climax. Julio's pumping cock spewed heavy droplets of his sperm across the floor and against the wall, his semen carpet of the bedroom. Too much! he moaned silently to himself. Just too damned fucking much...!
Nita gasped and groaned out the last of her release, clutching Gale's quivering thighs with clawing fingers. At last, with a violent shudder, she collapsed back on the bed in satiation, wanting to relax, only to find that Gale was far from finished with her, and was refusing to stop licking her hotly inflamed cunt-mouth.
"Oh, God ... that's enough! Oh please, no more...!" she begged weakly, not really wanting to stop, but afraid of what more of the delicious sensations would cause her to do. Gale's only answer was an obscene chuckle and a sudden plunge of her tongue deep into her blonde friend's secretion-slick vagina again, sucking up the delicious tasting moisture and licking once more at Nita's flushed and swollen cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh! I ... I can't take any more...!" Nita wailed. "It's too much...! Too much...!" But her voice died in a strangled sob as her passions were rekindled more furiously than before and fire swept through her fevered loins. She writhed in the grip of her sweet agony, unable to break with the open mouth glued obscenely to her cunt and the flickering tongue playing like summer lightning over her insanely quivering clitoris. She was enervated, drained, lethargic, without strength to push her female lover away. She could not even close her thighs! But, God, she adored that educated tongue in her cunt! She moaned aloud with her frustration and yearning, and Gale returned to her voracious tonguing of the blonde-fringed vaginal slit beneath her face. Nita's stomach muscles convulsed as once again her hands locked on the other woman's widespread inner thighs, wanting and yet not wanting her to cease....
Julio pressed his lips tightly together, flipping the last of his cum from the tip of his deflated penis. He was still envious of his mistress for enjoying the delicacy of Nita Johnson's naked flesh, and turning to leave the bedroom doorway, he glanced back into the room; the two women were going at it hot and heavy again. Yeah, they would be all night long, but there were other things to do to Nita before he was through! He walked back to his own room slowly, filled with the contented thought of those long, slim legs wrapped tightly around his long hard cock as he fucked into her ... fucked into her as Gale never could ... Cono, by the time he got finished with that wild woman doctor, he'd show her what sex was all about! She'd never forget the cock of Julio Cortazar as long as she lived!
I do think, he told himself, that tomorrow is the best day to do it. The sooner the better, while the hot lesbian loving is still fresh in her memory! He quietly closed the door to the sounds of the two women making love, a sly grin contorting his face, his eyes gleaming with wickedly forming plans....
CHAPTER FOUR
The Tigers were losing badly that morning to the visiting team, the Chargers, at the bottom of the ninth inning. Billy Moore, the Tigers' star shortstop, had started the game with a batting average of 320 ... about the highest on the team ... but he had already struck out twice. Everyone was stunned ... in fact, some of the fans whispered that Billy Moore didn't seem at all like himself this morning ... and was acting very strange indeed.
He was now up at bat again. The ball came low and outside ... but Billy misjudged it badly, his bat cutting sharply through the air and making contact with nothing.
"Strike two," the umpire signalled.
The boy's face was flushed, and he had a miserable pained expression on his face. The pitcher wound up, pulled his knee into his chest, then stepped forward and let fly a perfect ball. Suddenly, Billy felt paralyzed ... The outfield seemed to spin before his eyes ... the sounds of the crowd were like funhouse shrieks-and the ball flew past him. He seemed hardly aware of it.
"Out," cried the umpire.
But Billy didn't drop his bat and leave home plate. He just stood there, a blank expression on his face, the bat hanging limply from his hand.
"Hey, ya dummy. Get off the field," the players from the other team shouted...."Hey, ya little wimp," they taunted, "ya only get one turn."
Billy looked up and saw the entire outfield laughing at him. The bat dropped from his fingers and he wandered dazed back to the dugout, taking a seat alone on the bench, far from the other players. His teammates looked at him with incomprehension, and tried to cheer him up.
"Hey, man, it's okay ... y'know...."
"Yeah, we all fuck up once in awhile...."
"Hey, Billy, remember the game where I had a hangover and was seein' everythin' double...?"
Billy looked up out of his troubled thoughts for a moment and thinly smiled a thanks to his buddies. Then he turned back and continued to stare at his sneakers, fighting the anguish in his belly. He was paralyzed with guilt ... with confusion ... he didn't know what exactly ... couldn't think straight ... the smell of Dr. Johnson's perfume on her breasts so near his face ... brushing against his chest ... he flushed with heat at the thought ... the pleasure ... the pain. What was it all about? What had he done wrong?
Then Billy felt a large strong hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, fella," Coach Waterman's deep yet sympathetic voice addressed him. "Billy, are you okay? Would you like to see the doctor?"
Doctor! Good grief, no! Billy's stomach heaved violently at these words, and he began to flush even more as memories of yesterday's seduction flashed through his mind ... even now, every time he closed his eyes, he could sense the nearness of her woman's body-that full grown, voluptuous flesh close to his lean, boyish one. He could still feel her hands on his hard, frantically excited penis ... thrilling him like nothing he had ever known before ... sweeter than anything he could have imagined. But, God ... something had been wrong. It all felt so good, yet when it was over, she was so cold to him, didn't want ever to see him again. Something must have gone wrong that he didn't know about. Something he couldn't quite figure. He had disappointed her ... She had rejected him ... But why? He didn't know.
"N-No doctor!" muttered Billy feverishly. "I-I'll be okay ... Honest Coach!"
"C'mon," said Jed Waterman. "I'll drive you home. The game's as good as lost anyway."
Jed Waterman was a bachelor. He wasn't anyone's picture of a coach or a swinger ... but surfaces are deceiving, and he was both-in spades. At first glance he looked more like a librarian than an athletic coach. He wore glasses, and his loose fitting, rumpled sweaters revealed nothing of the muscular body beneath. He was soft spoken, gentle, intelligent ... and, like many a lady in town could tell you, he was hung like a bull. Sunday mornings he could always be found at Hopwells Restaurant having breakfast with one of the lovely young women who shared his bed. My God, he once shocked the entire town by breakfasting with two of the lovelies, setting tongues wagging that to this day haven't quieted down. The biggest joy in life, thought Jed, was a good fuck-the more the merrier, too!
He was a sexually liberated man, and had gone through a great struggle with himself to win the freedom he now enjoyed. For too many years he had fantasized and jerked off under the covers ... too many years of going through a lot of phony baloney conversations, pushing and pulling and tugging to touch some naked flesh on a date or put his hot, throbbing cock into some struggling female. But finally, he had discovered that everyone really wanted the same thing ... everyone enjoyed a good night in the hay. Women too! That had been the best surprise of all. Women really wanted it ... and no one had to feel bad or guilty about anything. So he had stopped all the silliness of seduction and had heartily fucked his way through many fine friendships.
"Okay, Billy," he said as they drove away from the ballpark, "let's have it ... You're private life is your own business, but when it interferes with your batting average, then it's my business, too."
Billy desperately wanted to tell someone what had happened ... but his need was equal to his fear. After all, he had promised! He had made a promise to tell no one. And he didn't want to get her in trouble. She was ... so ... beautiful!
"I-I can't talk about it," he stammered.
"Billy, I know that where you're at now, everything seems totally confused ... and there seems no way out of whatever your mess is ... and probably it feels like your whole life is at stake. I-I've felt that way at times, too, you know."
"Y-You have?"
"Uh-huh." And then the coach saw it was time for an educated guess. Hardly a guess at all, really. That particular combination of mental and physical torment could only be one thing. " ... Usually," he continued, "it was over some girl."
Billy looked at him trying to size up the situation. The coach was pulling into a drive-in hamburger stand. A really stacked car-hop in tight satin, with a short, short skirt, her buttocks peeking out from the back of her panties, wiggled over to the car. She bent over to take their orders, revealing the smooth full flesh of her breasts over the top of her low cut blouse. She smiled broadly at Jed Waterman.
"What'll it be," she winked invitingly. Jed was not uninterested in the luscious beauty, but the kid came first.
"Nothing for me. I-I ain't hungry," Billy mumbled, feeling a wave of heat come over him at the nearness of that firm, pulsing female flesh.
But the coach ordered him a double cheeseburger, a side of fries, and a chocolate shake. "You may be hungry later," he grinned knowingly.
"So," said the coach when the waitress had left, it's a girl, huh kid?
There was a long, uncomfortable pause as Billy debated what to do. He felt like a balloon that was going to burst. He couldn't keep it all in any more.
"Promise it's a secret?" he asked.
"I never make promises like that to anyone Billy. You'll have to trust my judgment."
"Okay," said Billy. "I guess I trust you more than anyone in the world...."
"A girl?" the coach asked again, confident this time of an answer.
"N-Not exactly. A ... a woman, a grown-up woman." He paused, then continued. "Dr. Johnson, the one who set my rib when I broke it."
But, how normal! How perfectly natural for this kid to fall in love with that sweet-assed lady doctor. Hell, every time he'd seen her himself, erotic movies played in his head like it was hard-core central. He wouldn't have minded at all putting his strong hard cock gently between those firm, satin-like thighs of hers, and into her tight, writhing cunt. He sure couldn't blame the kid for having a crush on her.
"Well, don't let it upset you son ... Dr. Johnson is a lovely woman, Billy, and you're certainly not the only guy who feels that way about her. She's pretty damn attractive."
"B-but you don't understand," Billy cried. Shit! Even Coach Waterman didn't understand. "I-I...."
"What is it Billy?" He placed a reassuring hand on the boy's arm.
"I-I...." Billy took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes closed as though expecting an executioner's ax to fall. "I let her take my pants off...."
"Well, she is a doctor Billy, she has to."
"... and she played with me ... with my ... penis ... a-and licked it...."
For all his sophistication in sexual matters, Jed Waterman was momentarily flabbergasted. He had been totally unprepared to this bombshell. In fact, he remained speechless for what seemed to Billy an eternity. Then he tried to compose himself ... hiding his astonishment, as well as the extreme excitement he felt at the image of the beautiful blonde doctor with the young boy's prick deep in her mouth ... sucking ... Ooooh.
All this went through his mind and teased his body as Billy unraveled the tale that had tormented him. He explained how the doctor had seduced him the previous morning. And Jed listened carefully, becoming highly aroused as the story unfolded. So, Dr. Johnson had sucked this young boy's penis. His own cock gave a slight jerk at the thought of what Billy had experienced. He sure wouldn't mind at all to have those cherry lips of her wrapped around his own lust-engorged shaft!
"...then she told me to get dressed," the coach heard his young shortstop finish. "And, wow, coach, that's the trouble. I mean, I don't understand why she turned so cold all of a sudden. One minute she's calling me all sorts of sweet things, and the next she's acting like she's angry at me. You gotta tell me what I did wrong, coach, please ... will you?"
The waitress, her cuntal hair peeking out from her panties, visible just beneath the rim of her short, short skirt, returned with their orders. The older man paid, then looked at the tearfully pleading boy, feeling at a momentary loss as to what advice to give someone so young and inexperienced. But still, he held firm to the conviction that it was a pretty great thing for a boy to lie on a doctor's table while this beautiful blonde sucked his cum! He took a hungry bite from his hamburger.
"Well, Billy," the coach searched hard for the proper words. "Let's talk man to man, not just coach to player. First, I want you to know that from the way you described what happened, I don't think you did anything wrong, and I've got a feeling Dr. Johnson enjoyed every minute of it." Yes, he thought, imagining the young boy's pulsing prick inside her mouth, and her own stirring love juices between her legs ... imagining that cool blonde hot and panting in total carnal abandon. "Yes, sir," the coach said, feeling his own cock once again stirring with excitement, "in fact, I'd bet money that she loved it!"
For the first time, Billy took a bite of the cheeseburger which lay on the tray before him.
"You really think so, Coach?" he asked. "But then, why ... why did she tell me to go and ... and forget it ever happened ... and not come back again?" Jed was relieved to see Billy tear into his burger, then swallow a fistful of fries, and wash it all down with the shake. The kid probably hadn't eaten a thing since yesterday morning. He reflected for a moment on Billy's question, then he spoke, choosing his words carefully.
"Billy," he said, "sex is one area that makes an awful lot of people act really strangely sometimes ... And it's always been particularly hard for women to just follow their natural desires and do what is good ... because what feels good is not wrong, Billy. Oh, of course, it's more subtle than just fucking everyone in sight ... even casual sex can be loving ... but you'll discover these things for yourself as you experience more."
Billy listened with rapt attention. He had never heard an adult talk like this before.
"And women have a lot harder time of it sometimes, Billy, because sexual freedom has been denied to them for so long. Dr. Johnson, for instance, has worked very hard to establish her career ... and there are still a lot of people who would see her run out of town ... even arrested ... for engaging in the pleasure you two had yesterday. So you can see why she was scared. And, Billy, she may feel herself that it was not right ... that she shouldn't do such things ... even though she doesn't know exactly why not. Even the most liberal laws allow these acts only between consenting adults...."
Jed hoped he wasn't sounding like a preacher, but shit, the earlier the kid learned that a hard cock was no sin and there was nothing wrong with a woman sucking on it till it filled with pleasure ready to burst and then exploded in that magnificent orgasm of pleasure ... well, then, the more time in his life he'd have for some good, whole-hearted fucking! Yes sir!
"So, do you understand," he continued, "why she was just as scared as you ... and that's why she acted like she did. Now, I-I'd also suggest you don't do it again, just because it presents too many problems. Stick to girls your own age, kid," he chided, "and only so much as you both are willing to do. Sex is no game. It's life's great gift ... And don't forget your safes...." He poked Billy playfully in the side and chuckled.
The young boy sat there looking reflective, trying to absorb all he'd just been told. He may not have understood it all, but his torment had been washed away. "Can I have another cheeseburger coach?"
"Sure," said Jed, a big grin on his face. He was thinking it might be an interesting idea to go and talk to Dr. Johnson himself. She sounded like she could use a little straightening out herself ... and a little more pleasure in her life. A good loving man so she wouldn't have to desperately seduce her young patients anymore. He pictured the delicious treat it would be to take this woman to bed ... her large, ripe breasts and those long legs leading right up to one of the loveliest behinds he'd ever seen. Yes, he'd definitely pay the lady doctor a visit and give her some of his own medicine.
* * *
That same morning, Dr. Neil Hampton saw one patient after another, hardly hearing at all the neurotic complaints of these frustrated middle-aged ladies. Valium, Librium, Tuinol, Seconal, Quaaludes ... there was nothing wrong with any of them except life and its miseries.
Middle aged women needing a man's touch undressed before him, and he would comfortingly examine their sagging breasts and listen to their gossip ... frustration and bitterness was the background music of their conversation. And, shit, this morning he wished he could go to a doctor with his own problems ... in fact, one particular doctor. Nita Johnson. God ...!
Yesterday's experience had left him hornier about her than ever. From almost the first time they had met, his loins were fired with sexual needs every moment they were together. With an experienced man's instinct, he felt she was attracted to him, even after the selfish way he'd tried to get into her panties in the park yesterday. Damn, he'd been an idiot then! He was really sorry for having nearly fucked her against her will. But, Christ! When she'd given up fighting him, when it seemed like she'd really wanted it, he'd gone and blown his cum all over her pussy. What a hell of a thing to have happen! He wanted to lodge that hard cock of his up her tender cunt in the worst way, and having been so close and failed, only incited him further.
Neil took a heavy hit of brandy from the bottle he kept in his desk drawer. His penis ached with pent-up desires, and the bourbon helped to quench the passion that stirred every time he thought of the woman doctor only a few blocks away. He took one long, last swig, and put the bottle back in its drawer, slamming it shut hard. That throbbing pain in his cock was all that existed for him ... his swelling testicles and his avid lust for the slim-waisted, taut-breasted blonde he loved. And where was she now ... not with him where she belonged ... She was across town in her office ... today was the day she usually reserved for paperwork. She would be alone, he thought. All alone ... up there all alone!
Shit! How much can a man take. He had to fuck her hot little pussy and to hell with the consequences! Once he had his cock stuck deep up inside her tender cunt, she'd either want him to stay forever or really tell him to go to hell. But it would sure clear the air, one way or the other.
Unsteadily, he got up from his chair, not caring about the prominent bulge in the front of his pants, or the slight seepage of seminal fluid which had made a telltale wet ring on the material ... And with that earnest expression of a drunk trying to appear sober, Neil Hampton walked out of his office to his car and drove to the other side of town.
He was surprised to find two other men in the waiting room of Doctor Nita Johnson's office. He recognized one of them from a double date he and Nita had gone on with her friend Gale Riordan. Her date-a gigolo if he'd ever seen one-had been a Latin ... a Spaniard. That was him. What was his name? Juan ... Jose ... Julio! That was it. He walked over to him.
"Hi, Julio. What are you doing here?" he asked, cursing inside that his plans to be alone with Nita were now destroyed.
"Waiting for the little lady doctor to show up, amigo ... That doctor friend of yours is quite the busy beaver."
What! Was she having an affair with him that he didn't know about? "Busy beaver? Is that a dirty crack." Neil didn't like the lewd look on the Latin's face. "Take that back, Julio, or I'll ram it down your throat!"
"Don't get so excited, senor."
"Where is she, anyway," he asked in drunken confusion.
"She hasn't shown up yet," Julio answered. "She probably doesn't have the guts to after what she did with my girlfriend last night. I couldn't get a wink of sleep for the two of them banging away until dawn. I thought they'd never quit! I finally had to sleep on the sofa, since she not only took my chica but my bed as well."
"What!" Neil couldn't believe his ears. "B-banging away? You mean they were...."
"You're eyes are falling out, senor," Julio sneered with a cynical grin. "Yeah, I mean they were naked as babes on the bed and licking each other's twats like they were lollipops."
Jed Waterman had been silent until now, listening with interest and amusement, waiting for the right time to drop his bomb. After all, they were all here for the same reason. And why should anyone go home unsatisfied.
"Hey, you," said Neil, the alcohol making him somewhat pugnacious. "What do you think you're grinning about over there?"
Jed burst out laughing and Neil raised his arm drunkenly threatening a fight. The coach put his hands out, still chuckling. "Hold on, hold on a minute ... Let's get straight here and then I'll tell you something that will blow your minds ... But first, let's be a little sensible ... You sound as indignant as a bunch of old ladies at a book burning ... I mean, c'mon, this is the seventies ... let's get rid of our hangups, huh fellows. If it feels good it can't be so bad, right you guys?"
The other two men paused in their confusion. They renewed their angry complaints against Nita until finally their rage began to fizzle out, and their attention turned to this quiet, bespectacled man, to see what else he was about to tell them.
"Now, fellas," said Jed, warming to his subject, "I feel like we can really talk ... Would it turn you on to hear that the good doctor spent yesterday morning sucking off the prick of my star little league shortstop ... Yup," he told them, grinning with delight, "she took his pants down and sucked his cock until the kid came in her mouth, right there on her examination table."
Sucking his cock ... a little kid's cock. The idea burned deep into Neil Hampton's consciousness. He felt as if he'd been struck over the head with a club, his breath knocked totally out of his lungs. Christ ... was it possible? Nita sucking off one of her young patients, and then making love with another girl later that night ... And in between refusing him.
His insides churned despite the asinine liberal logic of this fairy of a stranger.
"Ahhh, senor," Julio leered at Neil. "I see he's got you by the bolas, no? But don't think you are alone. I too have the hot pants for the senorita, and hearing this obscenity makes my lust even fiercer."
"It ... it seems impossible!" Neil gasped, his eyes round and very wide, and his mouth hanging agape. "Incredible." Jed saw that he had somewhat misjudged the situation, so decided to let the two men keep it up until their anger burned out. They could all have a good, guiltless time with this extraordinary, hot number of a doctor.
"That bitch...!" Neil blurted unreasoningly, the alcohol like fuel to the fire in his veins.
"Just what I call her," Julio agreed heartily.
That fuckin' bitch! In normal circumstances, Neil would have been angry for finding out that his girl was fooling around with another guy. But this was too much to take! Nita had not only lied to him with all her bullshit about being liberated and independent, she'd been screwing around behind his back with kids and women! Next thing he knew, a kennel owner would be here saying she'd raped his dog pack! By Christ, she'd made a fool out of him!
"So, senor," said Julio, with a sly look in his eyes. "Here we are waiting for her. What shall we do about this affront to us both? She seduced my mistress and I must have my revenge! To be perfectly honest, I was planning to get a piece of tfee little puta for myself, when she was all alone here. You know ... I must reestablish my manhood. Do I make myself clear, amigo?"
"Gentlemen," Jed Waterman saw his chance now. "Of course, I can't deny I had a yen for this liberated lady myself. But really, I don't see the need for all this bad feeling. We can all get off, all have a good time ... if the lady is willing, of course? And she certainly does seem to be! I mean, friends, I've also got a pecker that's hard as a stone wall, and it's been aching to bury itself in that lovely-assed woman! There's no doubt in my mind we can all have one helluva party together ... but at least let's be friendly about it."
Neil and Julio looked at each other puzzled, then stared at Jed as if he were a madman.
"Listen-;" Neil told this high and mighty schoolmarm, "this broad really put me through ... she and all her highfalutin' ways ... respect for her body. Hah!" he sputtered, hot with fury.
"I'm simply proposing," said Jed with easy confidence, "that we can all enjoy ourselves ... a friendly little gang bang ... us and the lady doctor."
Gang bang! Jed had succeeded in interesting them in this new possibility, and they turned their energy to the delicious anticipation of the extraordinary party the Little League baseball coach had proposed. And they started to laugh ... and laugh ... their pain and anger dissolving into fantasies of the most heavenly bodily sensations which would soon be theirs.
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The clarity of reason that Nita Johnson had seen in a flash the night before when she had allowed herself to succumb to the passions of Gale Riordan were suddenly eclipsed with the morning sun. She would have preferred it to have been dark and foreboding with clouds of rain. Then it would have matched the mood in her heart, for she was chilled by icy remembrances of the night before. Could it be her best friend had seduced her? Her mind reeled with pain and confusion.
She had awakened that morning to find herself still splayed and naked, exposed on the bed where it all had happened. She knew the only thing to do was to pull herself together, and get downtown and back to work. Somehow, sometime, the pain would begin to dull. God! She hoped it would. The doubt was unbearable. She had, three times in one day, completely lost control of herself and given in to a side of her that before had been held in check by masturbatory fantasies in the privacy of her own bed. But God! Yesterday her dreams had taken on a full-fleshed life of their own! Had taken over her normal reality, in fact!
But she would not let herself cry. There was a time for crying, and then there was a time for facing up to what she had done and trying to understand ... She felt as if some truth was eclipsed just below her conscious mind ... Yet the more she reached for it, the more its light slipped into darkness. Well, there was no sticking her head into a hole and playing the ostrich, no matter how much she wished she could. Life went on, and would continue to go on all around her, and somehow, she would rise up and move with it.
On trembling legs, she walked from the bed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then left the house as quickly as she could. She heard Gale and Julio shouting bitterly at each other in the next room, and quickly escaped past them and out of the door.
Once in her car, the top down, she drove back to her house. Its unchanged familiarity was comforting. She slipped into a fresh outfit ... a crisp yellow linen dress, with a high mandarin collar. Then she brushed her long blonde hair fiercely, as if the violence of her motions would discharge the terrible anxiety she felt. Finally, determined, she left her apartment and started to the office.
Either I'm evil, she reasoned, or I'm still the same basically good person. And if I am, then what I did couldn't have been so awful ... But her stomach felt so queasy ... a young boy ... and a woman ... she could not reconcile it ... around and around she went on the merry-go-round of thoughts. But I'm not bad, she thought ... I meant no harm.
She prayed that her paper work at the office would keep her busy enough to forget what had happened, and she was thankful that today was the one day of the week she saw no patients.
Last night was still very much with her. She wanted to blame her behavior on the white pill and the alcohol ... or on Gale. But the truth of the matter was that it was her own fault ... She had allowed herself to be sexually involved with another woman ... even responded lewdly with uninhibited passion. God, she had gone out there to find her sanity and instead she had surrendered once again to her intense passions which had come out of nowhere to take control of her senses! If only she hadn't seduced young Billy Moore on her own examination table yesterday morning! If only she'd been a stronger person and not allowed the strange persistent urges to blind her! If only! If only she could erase the day from her life. But then, she thought, she would still, to this day, be surrounded by and suffocated by that horrible wall of cool professionalism that had kept her from physical closeness with anyone for so many, many years. God! She was shocked at her own thoughts. For the idea that was slipping into her mind was that maybe it was better! Maybe it was better to suck, and fuck and cum and feel good. She felt her body warm and her muscles more relaxed and then became aware of that now familiar excitement between her legs. But this time she wasn't afraid. This time she seemed able to accept it. Inside her head it was light ... But suddenly doubt returned, clouding her clarity ... but at least there had been some rays of brightness where before it had always been night.
The troubled lady doctor walked through the familiar glass doors of the medical dental building and took the elevator up to her office. She was now a woman painfully aware of her lustful cravings that had been denied and repressed for so long. They were now awakened into an ungovernable force that she would have to deal with from now on.
It's good, she thought. It's right. She had to convince herself. She was not bad and what she had done was not wrong. For Godssake! In some ways yesterday was not only the most terrible day of her life-it had also been the most wonderful! The awareness was new and still shaky.
The hallway was empty on the top floor. It was almost too quiet, she thought, as she hurried down the corridor. A strange tingle of apprehension dogged her steps.
Nervously, she inserted the key in the lock of her office door, snapping the latch back and turning the handle. She thought she heard laughter ... but no, it was just paranoia, she thought, to calm herself.
She opened the door and saw three men staring straight up at her. Of course, she recognized Neil Hampton immediately. Then she saw Julio. Then, that sweet young guy she recognized as ... oh, no, Billy's baseball coach. A shock of terror went through her body. They know, she thought. They all know everything, and they're laughing at me!
"Wh-what is this?" she stammered. "What are you all doing here?"
"Just a social call," said Neil, who still felt the pangs of jealousy and anger.
The young blonde found herself split between two powerful feelings. On the one hand, she was terrified by the fact that her behavior was obviously known now to all three of these men. She had no doubt of that. On the other hand, being alone here with three attractive males was once again firing up those very passions that had first begun to emerge yesterday. And suddenly, she was overcome with yet a new feeling ... a boldness and daring that she had never known before. She found herself grinning back at those three luscious hunks of males.
Her hand went up to the top button of her high collar dress. One by one she opened the tiny buttons to reveal first, the swell of the tops of her naked breasts. Then, standing firm and strong before the three men, she opened it further to reveal her nipples hard with excitement. Her cunt throbbed more powerfully than ever before. She stood naked from the waist up before the three men and invitingly beckoned them to taste the delights of her hot and ready body.
CHAPTER FIVE
The three men began to approach her, as Nita closed her eyes tightly and stripped the rest of her dress down around her writhing hips and thighs to fall to the waiting room floor. Julio and Jed were on either side of her, while Neil stood before her, each of her breasts, like ripe, succulent melons in his hands. Their nipples stood out hard in fevered response to his touch. Only her small bikini panties now remained. Julio began drawing the thin nylon material down around her luscious thighs, lifting each of her quivering legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her sandals. Then he stood back and stared at the voluptuous, naked woman, now stripped completely, and he sucked in his breath between his teeth.
"Ooooh, senorita," he exclaimed, "you're even more luscious than in my wildest dreams ... Carajo, " he moaned, "look at those tits!" He could feel his erect penis throbbing hard against his pants.
"God, what magnificent, smooth thighs," Jed exclaimed, burying his head between them....
Neil Hampton groaned. He still felt the pain. She could have been his and his alone, but God, here it was ... her hot little snatch ... Oh, he thought, this time it will eat my prick!
Jed chuckled softly. Now, my sweet, you 're going to get some man-sized cock, he thought, softly rubbing his prick which was hard in intense, anticipation of his delight to come. No more greasy kid stuff for you.
Nita swooned in total abandon to the throbbing intensity of her arousal, and sank to the floor ... delirious with the heat in her pussy as it anticipated being fucked ... totally fucked ... by these three virile men, all standing above her, with swollen cocks in their pants.
Her breath caught, hitching in her throat as she watched Julio lean over her, his dark hand reaching down between her open, longing legs toward her fiercely fired genitals.
"Open them, my angel!" he commanded softly...."Open them for us!" Slowly, Nita splayed her trembling white thighs apart to the three men, revealing her slightly parted vaginal slit to all their eyes. She gasped with pleasure as Julio inserted one thick middle finger into her sweet pussy, easing it right up into her ready cunt. Then gently he stroked the inside of her hotly writhing cunt. The naked woman moaned unconsciously, clasping his muscular wrist in her hands, pressing her buttocks up against his palms, rubbing her erect clitoris, tingling with high pitched excitement.
Julio's face eagerly watched the lucky finger-fucking up between the blonde's tender, hair-frizzed cunt lips. Christ! She was delicious! He couldn't blame his mistress for wanting her, too. That bitch had taste, all right. Wow, this would be incredible once he got into her ... his cock had been aching for her for so long. He couldn't take his eyes from her writhing body sprawled naked below him as he stripped his pants and shirt off.
He brought his finger gently out and ran it thrillingly, wetly, down her leg. Even in his wildly aroused state, his Latin sense of honor was at work.
"Neil," he offered. "She is your girl, no? You have waited longer than all of us."
Neil Hampton stared at his girlfriend's exposed loveliness. "Yes," he thought, "I've waited a long, long time."
Nita sighed, overwhelmed with tender and erotic feelings for this man she had known so well. She continued to lie there, feeling a certain sadness at how their chance for monogamous happiness, every schoolgirl's fantasy, was now destroyed forever. Yet she was as overcome by the excitement of this amazing situation as was Neil. As she anticipated his entrance into her, a strong quiver shook her loins, her mind filled with burgeoning desire.
The sadness had dredged up for one last time the memory of the school principal who had mauled her body when she was so young ... so that her long repressed appetites had now turned her into a wantonly abandoned woman who would never be satisfied with just one man.
Now she lay beneath the man she might have loved ... yesterday's thoughts and feelings fleeing from both their minds as they began their torrid lovemaking.
Jed Waters dropped his pants and stood naked, his long thick penis stretching out from his hairy loins. Nita stared at in awe. It was even larger than Neil's.
Then Julio unleashed his own huge shaft of swelling hardness. "If sucking cocks is your forte, then this cock is one that will fill you with happiness!" And since Neil Hampton was enjoying her cunt, that left Julio only one hole, didn't it? And the Spaniard fancied himself the champion ass-reamer in the country!
Nita trembled and moaned with uncontainable lust, their actions having a more powerful effect on her body than anything she had ever experienced. Dear Lord, even the familiar sight of Neil Hampton's massive penis, the smallest of the three only by a slight margin, sent chills of hot expectation rippling through her, setting off tiny sparks of fascinated excitement that she could not believe! Lord ... she was being carried away into a delirium far from any reality she had previously experienced ... no mind, just the most intense and overpowering sensuality.
And then Neil Hampton was slipping down on the plushly carpeted floor beside her and wrapping his arms around her naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock pulsing all the way through her soft inner thighs searching out he crevice of her taut buttocks. He moved his loins hungrily against her pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft thrusting through the pink lips of her vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm cock-head against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal passage instigated electrical sensations through her bloodstream.
"Ooooh," the young woman doctor moaned, as waves of passion flowed hotly through her mind. "Neil, oh Neil ... do it ... do it to me ... good ...!"
She writhed uncontrollably, trying to press her thighs to his, helping him enter her trembling womb, as she had not the day before. But she was lying stretched on her side, her shimmering white buttocks a quivering spectacle that urged the naked man on stronger, and he clutched her ass-cheeks in one hand, pulling them even closer to his searching loins. His bull-like erect penis slid up along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the pink moist flesh between her swelling cunt lips and then slipping up to taunt her hardening clitoris. She responded to the wild twisting and grinding motion of Neil's hips and the small stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding cock seemed to stoke a fire within her belly.
"Bend your leg," Neil asked breathlessly. "Raise it up and then hook your leg over my ass, so I can fuck you sideways!"
She hesitated a second, then slowly drew up her leg and snaked it around his arching flanks. How wonderful to be able now to totally abandon herself to sexual submission.
"That's it," Neil murmured hotly in her ear. He reached his hand down between their naked bellies and grasped his palpitating cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of her pussy. He watched with gleaming eyes as the woman doctor's mouth opened and closed fish-like in her fierce abandon. Then he flicked forward, driving his penis through the warm soft folds of her vagina, feeling the lips close willingly over the rounded head of his' manhood. He humped his buttocks, sensing all of the frustration and bitterness he'd built up toward this proud woman surge with his cock into the warm soft cunt-hole up between her thighs.
Nita groaned harshly as she felt the lips around her hotly throbbing pussy mouth part, their fleshy snugness giving way beneath the pulsing pressure. The excitement shattered her for a long moment, and then, whining in a throaty wail, she cried, "Ooohhhhhh God! Oh, Neil, Neil, Neil ... deeper...."
Neil Hampton reveled in that. He was elated to hear this naked woman he had loved painfully crying out to him, and he thrust again, deeper, listening for her uncontrolled whines. He wanted to feel her squirming against him, needing a man, needing him! That was the ultimate achievement: this proud, independent doctor, who had been repulsed and horrified with the thought of wanting a male cock fucking into her, suddenly had turned into a soft, feminine animal, without control or resistance, overpowered with the lust to be fucked by him until she was totally spent. The idea raced through Neil's loins like an electric shock.
He fucked still deeper up into her belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way up to its hilt in her vagina. He felt his semen-bloated testicles slap resoundingly against her twitching inner thighs as she ground her buttocks against him. With every plunge he burrowed deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt.
Then he began a revolving movement with his pelvis between her thighs, grinding his penis tight into her pussy, expanding the walls of her cunt beyond all reason. Nita could sense the muscles of his powerful buttocks flexing as he began a wild undulation in and out of her hungrily enveloping pussy walls, always building toward more urgent strokes, until he was thrusting forth from the apex of his withdrawal and infusing her whole cuntal area with the intensity of his wildly blood-engorged cock.
The hardness of him felt as though it would burst into her throat from below! Its bloated head fucked harder and faster up against her cervix inside, rocking her hips and thighs against his hand on her buttocks with an insane, wild passion.
Overcome by the sight of the two bodies writhing wildly together, Julio cried out: "Take your hand off her ass, Neil. I'm gonna fuck her hot little asshole!"
Neil was reluctant still to share his woman. "Easy, Julio," he managed in a choked voice. "Don't be greedy. You can fuck her cunt!"
"Next, hell! We're all in this together!"
"Holy shit," Jed Waterman blurted in awe-struck wonder. "You mean you'll fuck her in the ass-hole while she's riding Hampton's prick?"
"Why not? One in the cunt and one up her butt ... and if you like, senor, she can suck you off at the same time too!"
Julio slipped down beside the mewling woman doctor, and with his fingers stretched wide the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks. He gloated over the lust-building view of Neil Hampton's cock fucking wetly, slipperily, in and out of her hungrily nibbling cunt hole and at the way her sensitive pink pussy lips seemed to oval around the hard shaft of her boyfriend's penis, swallowing it into her hair fringed opening. It was a close-up of supreme lewdness, and Julio ogled it appreciatively, his own quivering erection ready to split with the immediacy of his passion.
"Cone e madre," he croaked, mesmerized by the obscene vision just inches from his eyes. "Hampton, you've got the second most talented cock in the world, I swear! Que verga!"
"I ... I bet I can guess who you think's got the first!" Neil panted in response. "Tickle my balls, Julio, tickle my balls and I'll really show you some fireworks!"
"I've got better things to do," Julio cried gleefully. He reached his hand around Nita's cunt lips where Neil's cock was fucking in and out, and a river of warm cuntal secretions moistened his palm. He rotated his fingers around Nita's tiny puckered anal ring, lubricating it as he pushed up against the roseate little circle, feeling the tiny ring of nether flesh give reluctantly, and his middle finger popped smoothly up into her rectal canal. Nita jerked forward on his skewering probe.
"Arrrrggg! Ooooohh," she blurted. Tears of pleasure flowed down her face as the full realization of this total abandon overwhelmed her mind. This had to be the very height of wild, uninhibited sexual experience. Involuntarily, she arched her buttocks back, feeling the membranous walls of her rectum impaled deeper by the never ceasing movement of his finger. She spread her legs wider apart to give him greater access to the anus he was preparing for his cock. She squirmed in a wild, pagan dance between the two naked men, feeling the power of unbridled arousal through her sinews from this wild orgy.
"Carajo," she's got one mighty fine culo," Julio said with a low whistle. "I'm going to love fucking that hot little asshole of hers like it was a teenage virgin!"
Julio smoothly withdrew his finger, the tightly gripping muscle clinging to it as if reluctant to let it go. Then the Spaniard snuggled himself up against Nita from behind until he was nuzzling the back of her head with his face, and his cock was rubbing around in her buttocks, sliding up and down to her cock-filled vagina. She moaned and shivered in unrestrained ecstasy.
Neil's hands dug into Nita's shoulders, pulling them hard and flat against his naked chest. Julio pried the upper cheek of her buttocks higher with one hand, while guiding the massive blood-engorged shaft of his penis with his other. Its hot rubbery tip pressed obscenely against her rectal opening....
Then he eased it in and the inflated head of his cock slithered into her slightly resisting anal ring.
Nita squealed in delight, and Julio thrust more of his intense erection forward into her anus. She could hear chortles of pleasure bubbling behind her, and she was proud of having a body that could bring this kind of joy to three men!
"Oh, God, oh God ... It's unbelievable...." she screamed.
Her best friend's gigolo continued to fuck up into her asshole, pressuring all of his great length into the little opening between her buttocks until his pubic hair grazed against her tender skin. He moaned contentedly, and then began humping back and forth as she lay on her side groaning in relentless passion, her body in steady undulation between the dual fuckings.
Then Jed Waterman could hold back no longer. He crouched down near the top of her head and whispered hotly, "How do you like it? A couple of real man-sized cocks...."
And now she could feel Neil and Julio beginning to fuck her in unison, pulling out until only their huge, lust-engorged cockheads remained still sunk inside her quivering belly, Neil's held by the tightly locking lips of her hungrily pulsating cunt, and Julio's by the warm, spongy constricting muscle of her now greedily responding rectal walls.
Then they fucked inward time and time again, spearing simultaneously deep up inside her surrendered resilience, their thick members pushing against each other along the twin channels of her loins.
Jed Waterman watched in hypnotized excitement, stroking his massive erection above Nita's head as he stared at Neil fucking into her hot, moist pussy, while Julio plunged back and forth sideways into her rectum. Shit, it was absolutely the most far out fuckin' sight he'd ever witnesseddespite his reputation as a swinger!
"Move your heads aside, boys," he called out to Neil and Julio, "I'm joining in!"
The two other men gladly stretched their upper torsos slightly, so as to allow room for the carnally incited coach. He positioned himself so that he was leaning on all fours, with an unrestricted view of Dr. Nita Johnson lying like a full-sized doll between the cadenced reaming of the other two men's penises. Her head tossed and turned between his muscular thighs, and he could feel her moistly trembling lips brush against the hair of his legs. Then, panting hoarsely, he reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, rubbing the spongy head of it lightly against her cheek.
"Suck it, my sweet," he commanded, "Suck my cock ... now ... now...."
Nita turned her head upwards and could see the full length of his pulsing hardness looming down directly at her mouth. She thought of the male sperm that he wished to pump into her throat, delirious with ecstasy between his squeezing thighs.
She opened her lips and let him sit further down on her face, sliding his hardened penis into the warm, moist recesses of her mouth. She felt the thick, blood-rigid shaft slide along the length of her tongue, filling her cheeks with its firm male flesh ... Jed Waterman held her head between his thighs and began pumping up and down between her lips, its full length nearly disappearing between her automatically ovaling lips. The Little League Coach groaned incoherently above her undulating buttocks, pushing his hips down tighter against her face. He wanted her to make him cum, and he wanted her to swallow it as she had swallowed Billy Moore's youthful seed yesterday morning. He flexed his muscular lions up and down at the rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips and sneered at them in deriding exultation:
"Yeah ... yeah ... you love a man's cock now ... don't you. Go ahead, suck it ... harder ... harder!"
Nita did as he desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of arousal growing stronger from the thought of her mouth being fucked this way while the other two men fucked her loins. The naked woman doctor sucked his plunging clasping cock-head, yearning for more. God! She had never felt such intense, unbridled excitement in her life!
Throbbing sensations seeped over her entire body as she let herself be fucked in every bodily entrance by three lusting men. Her role in this wild party set off the pangs of overwhelming hunger and a shrill, wanton cry escaped her lips around Jed Waterman's pumping cock. Almost unconsciously she began to undulate her cunt and rectal muscles, the hard, penetrating shafts of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her naked loins. She sucked more voraciously on the penis drilling into her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowing and bloating licentiously, suddenly delighting in the exploration of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue licked feverishly at the lust-inflated head, the tip probing eagerly into the tiny slit at its end. She took one hand and reached out to his dangling scrotum above her face, cupping the testicles warmly ... caressing and milking them with an instinctive, knowing gentleness.
Nita's hips were moving back of their own volition against Julio's thrusting cock fucking deep up inside her rectal passage, and then humping forward to absorb Neil's penis plunging into her wetly dilating cunt. All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the sudden heat of ecstatic sensations that were consuming her now. Nothing registered any longer but the hard cocks fucking into her every opening, and she began to rock wantonly to their delightful thrusts, pleading to be fucked by them ... by the man in her rectum and the man in her pussy and the man kneeling over her writhing body, his enormous shaft thrusting into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up around the penis surging between her teeth. "Fill me with your cum...!"
None of the men needed further encouragement. Together they rammed repeatedly into the writhing blonde doctor caught between them, all four naked persons searching for that final crest of orgasm....
Yes ... yes, Nita sensed Jed Waterman's penis abruptly swelling between her lips, and she sucked at it wetly with all the strength of her hungrily milking mouth. It burst, then, and gushed forth thick streams of creamy, pungent sperm into her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight band around his ejaculation flesh, wanting to siphon it empty. It seemed to go on forever, until at last his massive cock gave one last shuddering spurt and ceased. Jed fell away from over her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips, then strings of his viscid white semen stretching from their swollen softness of his flaccid penis pulling away.
"Ooooohhhh ... yesssss ... Lord, Yes!" Nita began to chant hoarsely in the litany of desire, responding to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina and rectum. Furiously, the men fucked, and she gave them back in wantonness every stroke they delivered into her. "Now!" she wailed. "Please ... cum in me nowww! I ... I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnnngggg, toooo...." Julio began to mouth Spanish obscenities, and, at the same moment, Nita felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her anus, her own orgasm struck her. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through her, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection as it jerked out its hot seed up into her nakedly spasming belly. Then she heard her boyfriend, Neil Hampton, swearing and grunting with his approaching orgasm. She drew up her leg that was draped across his pumping hips, her breathing panting from her lungs as she felt his throbbing cock spitting out its jets of creamy semen deep up into the far hidden recesses of her thirsty womb. Her own orgasmic secretions blended and puddled with his in the confines of her flooded vagina, an almost frantic convulsive bliss momentarily overwhelming her....
And then, it was finished.
For a long while their heavy breathing filled the waiting room of Nita Johnson's office. Finally, Neil rolled from beside her, his deflated penis slipping from her cunt. Julio pulled himself free from her anal channel, his limp member squeezing from her rectum with a moist sucking sound. Nita flopped over on her back, lying sprawled on the carpet in a dazed, supine position, with her legs spread exhaustedly and her swollen pink vaginal slip wet and glistening in the light of the room.
Slowly her head turned to survey each of the sated men around her. Her victory was complete ... She no longer felt any terror of a grown man's penis, and she knew she had truly enjoyed the total satisfaction of being heartily fucked by three grown men ... she had passed the point of no return. They wanted her to suck, she would suck. They wanted to fuck, she would fuck. She'd take them all on; she'd take any man she wanted ... any time, any way.
"Okay," said Jed Waterman, still feverish, "I'm going to fuck her now." His cock was already throbbing with resurgent power, pulsing hard and long like a wild-spirited animal. He grabbed Nita's unresisting legs behind the knees, and thrust them back against her shoulders, slithering up along her sweat soaked body to lean down over her. His rigidly palpitating hardness teased against the sperm-wet curls of her pubic hair, and he splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and moved her legs back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their naked bodies and saw the woman doctor's upturned cuntal slip visibly throbbing its lips in anxious wait, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.
A faint smile played across Nita's flushed lips as she, too, looked down at his desire-hardened cock. In a soft, sweet whisper, she answered, "Fuck into my pussy with it! Go ahead, fuck it!"
"My Goooodddd," Jed groaned and drove forward, impaling her again on a thick shaft of adult male flesh. Nita groaned in justified surrender and tightened her ankles around his neck, arching her semen-moist buttocks upward and grinding her loins against his pelvis.
Yes, she'd fuck them ... fuck them all they wanted. She wanted it too. She contracted the muscles of her vagina around the huge rutting penis and began a slow, rhythmic rotation of her hips that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality for her, just the pleasure and groans drifting down from the sweating male body, on top of the soft plush carpet of her office floor.
This sure beats paperwork, she thought. This sure beats just about everything under the sun ... including kids!
