The ink in which a novelist dips his pen is the blood of people, for literature is inherently the mirror of the human condition. Great books have been written and will continue to be written, about nature and worlds other than our own, yet the abiding strength in acknowledged literature has been man's relationship to himself and his society. Now, in the tumultuous years of cultural upheaval that have marked the middle decades of 20th century America, such focus is more important than ever, and we, the publishers, are indebted to author Polly Reynolds for delving courageously into the very thick of social battle-the Women's Liberation Movement.
Dr Nancy: Boys' Specialist, is not a male chauvinist tract against female equality, and its author does not facetiously say that in order to be equal, women will have to give up some of their rights. Nor is it an apology for the movement, with its strident banner unfurled and its more extreme postures of anti-man, anti-family defended with emotional fervor. It does however, frankly and fearlessly explore the roots-the vacillations in American society which are responsible for the movement's growth-and it graphically examines the results-how its message may affect the average woman's relationship with others around her, as well as with herself. Ms. Reynold's book presents the thesis that a vast number of women have lost faith in their men, and that a woman without faith is a disruptive and oft-times emasculating thing. This loss of faith is not her fault; it is the men who have surrendered it, squandered it as society has demanded more and more conformity and submission from them. But with this loss of faith has come a sense of drifting, an almost panicked return to the concepts of motherhood, with its coddling of both male and female in the soft wool of parental protection. And, moreover, it has produced at times a shrill contempt toward men, a rejection of them for being weak-for not being worthy of faith.
Whether the reader is in agreement with this argument or not, is, we feel, less important than the necessity to present its startling story for the discussion it so richly deserves. Therefore, while we do not take a stand, we strongly urge you, the reader, to follow the twisting development of young Nancy Nicholson as she lives through the torment of sexual adjustment. She, as a rising young doctor proud of her independence and scornful of men, must still reconcile herself to the opposite sex on a biological level. And, because of this "mothering" syndrome, she is drawn to children as proper love objects, only to find that she is herself in the object of a lesbian relationship when she, in turn, is in need of mothering. Yet the undercurrent of vengefulness swells beneath the surface of the men she deals with, and finally breaks to the surface in an explosive climax. The secret desires and fears in all of us-men and women alike-are therefore bound together in a whirlpool of conflict and lust from which none may escape unscathed or unaffected.
Join us, then, as Nancy Nicholson comes to grips with what all masters of the written word have so ardently expressed, the human condition.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The medical building in Olympia Fields, Illinois, housed nearly all of the gynecologists, orthodontists, plastic surgeons, osteopaths, and other unpronounceable-titled specialists in that upper middle class suburb of Chicago. A town like Olympia Fields, where perhaps every third man was a doctor of some form, shape, or variety, could afford to be choosy about who was allowed to rent offices in its ultra-modern steel and plate glass structure. The general practitioners and the family doctors and the ordinary dentists continued to set up their small offices in the surrounding area, while here-set incongruously in what was a cornfield only two and a half years ago-only the most expensive specialists were to be found.
Nancy Nicholson, a fragile blonde who wore platform shoes and teased her hair in a vain attempt to appear statuesque, imposing, and professional, realized how lucky she had been to rent one of the thickly carpeted, wood-paneled offices in the building. On her heavy wooden door was an impressive but discreet brass plate: N. L. Nicholson, M.D.
Adolescent Specialist A casual glance at this door would never reveal to the passing observer that N. L. Nicholson was not a large man with a balding pate and fashionably long sideburns, and Nancy was glad of this. She only wanted people to judge her on her professional merits, not on her looks, just for once in her life. All during her university career, and even before that time, during her high school years, she had felt at a definite disadvantage.
Most girls would laugh at a woman who complained because she was too pretty, but this was exactly the complaint of the voluptuous specialist. Since the age of fourteen, when the young boys of the small Pennsylvania town she'd grown up in had begun to cast long glances at her, emit wolf whistles, and ask her to accompany them to the Star Lite Drive In, in their 1950 Chevrolets, Nancy had realized that her body was a commodity, and that realization had been distinctly an unpleasant one.
Her mother and even her father, a comparatively liberal gentleman farmer, had been vexed and irritated when their only daughter had refused to stay in Pennsylvania and marry her ardent suitor, an electrical engineer from one of the best families in town. Shaking her blonde ringlets in stubborn willfulness, Nancy had insisted on going down to Philadelphia to study medicine. Finally, tired of arguing, her parents had agreed, telling each other that she'd certainly 'see the light' soon and marry a doctor instead of trying to be one.
To Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson's dismay, however, it soon became apparent that their fragile blonde daughter was deadly serious in her intent. Not only did she complete her plan to become a full-fledged medical practitioner, and a specialist at that, but she left Pennsylvania without a backward glance, to go out west and work.
Although Nancy would never confess it to her parents, despite the emphasis on intelligence and professional ability she had found in the university and now as a practicing doctor, things were very much the same. To every man she came in contact with, she was a woman first, and a doctor only incidentally, and this never ceased to gall the well-built young woman. Nancy wanted-desperately wanted-to be loved for her mind, not for her lush body, but she was nearly thirty years old now, and never yet had met a man who was not primarily interested in one thing. They all wanted to go to bed with her, and showed only a token interest in her brain and her work.
Fifteen years of this sort of non-acceptance would be enough to make a saint bitter, and Nancy Louise Nicholson was certainly no saint. She did not reject men because of this, but as she grew older and still did not find someone with whom she could truly communicate, she grew further and further away from the world of men. The help she was giving to the adolescents who came to her office was far more important to Nancy than her dates and telephone calls, and her proving-to herself and to the world-that she could be independent and autonomous, was more important still.
There was only one flaw in the blonde doctor's life-style, and his name was Judd Reiner.
Judd Reiner wasn't exactly tall, dark, and handsome, but he did have deep blue eyes with a certain intelligence to them, and his brown hair was just long enough to be fashionable, but not long enough to be the least bit unrespectable. He dressed in well-pressed Levi's and well-tailored shirts, and bought his tweed jackets at Abercrombie and Fitch. He had money-quite enough money really-from driving into Chicago two days each week, and working as a consultant for a computer programming company. And he had plenty of time to court beautiful women like Nancy Nicholson.
Judd had met the voluptuous sweetheart of a doctor by chance one day, on his way out of the osteopath's office which was next to her own. She had been locking up to go back to her apartment, but Judd, after a great deal of persuading, had convinced her to come to the club and have a drink with him. Over their bloody Mary's, the thirty-five year old man had fallen in love with her, fallen much harder than he ever had before. Judd was reaching the age when being a playboy began to lose a bit of its charm, when driving his Alfa Romeo with a beautiful pregnant woman next to him seemed a whole lot more desirable than driving it with different females every day. There was no denying it-he wanted to marry her, but for the first time in his life he was having to fight to win a woman.
"What do you want out of life anyway?" asked Judd in vehement frustration. Nancy had just again refused to take the following day off so that they could go to the dunes together, and he was growing past the point of tolerance at her never being available.
She looked at him honestly with her large dark eyes. "I want to do my work and have pleasant friendships with intelligent people," she replied.
"But Nancy," he protested, rapping the keys to his car on the polished wooden desk of her inner office. "Nancy, honey, you're a woman.
Don't you want to have babies? Don't you want to have a nice house and cook good meals? You know how much I want to marry you!"
Nancy Nicholson smiled rather condescendingly at her would-be fiance. "Yes, I know, Judd," she answered, her voice soft and melodious despite herself. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, their virginal firmness moving sensuously under her starched white doctor's dress. "I know you do, but it just isn't possible, at least not right now. Right now my job is the most important thing to me, and I guess I'll have to leave the babies and cooking to other women. My goodness, with all the ladies going in to see Broderick, the obstetrician down the hall, you'd think there were already enough women breeding children! And I'd rather do other things, like take care of some of the children who are already here on the earth."
Judd sighed. Nancy was beginning to sound more and more like those magazines about "new" and "liberated" women, which he had first read in the waiting room of her office. It got so you just couldn't talk to her any more.
"But," he tried another tactic. "But Nancy, you could still work if you married me, if you really want to. Just because you want to have a career doesn't mean you have to lock yourself up like a princess in a fairy story. We're out of the middle ages now, and lots of women work ... although of course you wouldn't have to," he added, wanting the beautiful blonde to understand that his finances were more than adequate to support her.
"Yes," she answered. "But that isn't the way I want it, right now. I don't have enough of myself for both a career and a marriage, and I don't want to do a bad job at either one of them."
But, in Dr. Nicholson's mind, other thoughts were raging. Memories of the way her father had treated her mother surged up, memories she never could speak of to someone like Judd Reiner. Her father had been constantly putting her mother down, belittling her in public, having affairs with young girls practically under her mother's very nose. Somehow that was what marriage had come to mean to Nancy, and a man would have to prove to her that it would not be that way before she would change her mind.
Nancy endeavored to explain. "You know I'm fond of you, Judd," she said, reaching over to touch his golf-tanned arm. "But my dreams are there too, and they're just so important to me. I need to know someone will accept my need to express myself ... I-I need to know someone will love me for that, and not love me in spite of that."
Judd Reiner did not especially listen to his girlfriend's words, but her touch on his arm excited and inspired him. He wanted her, wanted her despite this tormenting conflict, wanted her because of her unbreakable spirit. Yet his maleness wanted more than that, wanted to possess her totally, to make her long for him as he longed for her!
His arm went around Nancy's girlish waist, and before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her body close to his own. "Nancy, baby," he whispered huskily. "First let me show you what it means to be a woman, and then I'll let you decide." Before she had a ghost of a chance to reply, his strong arms were pressing her tight against his chest, and his hot mouth was descending upon her red lips, forcing them apart even as she struggled.
"No!" the young doctor gasped. "Don't try to do that to me! Let go of me right now! This isn't what I want!"
"Come on, Nancy baby," came Judd's desire-roughened voice. "I know you really want it, baby, if you'll just let yourself!" He held her all the more firmly, pushing her soft female body up against his muscular loins.
Nancy could taste the warm moistness of her boyfriend's lips as his hot mouth forced hers open and his tongue slithered deep inside, searching for hers. She had to admit it felt good-his hard body pressed against her breasts and loins, his mouth evoking wanton shivers within her belly. And yet ... yet it was out of place here in her office, and out of place in her life.
With a forceful movement, the female doctor pushed her suitor away with all the strength she possessed. "Let me go!" she commanded. "I have work to do."
"Work to do!" Judd echoed sarcastically. "How about working on how to act like the woman that your body says you are? You're the doctor, Nancy, you should know that this is what nature tells us to do!" Without waiting for a response, he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue darting out to slip between her teeth. Then his other hand moved up along her trembling belly to cup one of her full breasts.
For a wistful moment, Nancy wished she could just give in, just let go and be spontaneous and do what her body was commanding her to do. But she was too afraid to do so, and too afraid to admit to Judd Reiner that she did indeed want to be made love to just as much as he wanted to make love to her.
Pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through her yearning body, but before they had a chance to take hold of the young woman, the reality of the situation struck her again. "Stop it," she cried, struggling away from his grip. "This isn't the time and the place, and ... and I'm not the woman."
Old fears and horrors returned to haunt Nancy. She thought of breaking away and running ... running desperately to escape this man who claimed he felt love and tenderness for her ... but she doubted that her legs would support her at this point. His strong arms held her tightly, his hands hot and smooth on her breasts and on her buttocks, and his muscular loins ground harshly against the doctor's long curvaceous thigh. She knew, and felt a feeling of dread at the mere knowledge, that his coiled penis beneath his trousers was hard as a rock. What was even more terrifying was that she knew it had expanded into a huge, blood-engorged erection, and that it was at this very moment bursting to get out of his pants, and to shove its relentless way into her virgin vagina.
"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With all the .strength she could muster, strength considerably improved by years of skiing and women's field hockey, she squirmed away from her would-be lover's grip. Nancy's breath was coming hard and fast. "I-I'm just not like that, Judd," she pleaded. "You know how much I like you, but you just can't expect me to be ... to be that kind of girl!"
"Oh, Nancy," groaned the good-looking man in frustration, "I know you're not some slut that I can just shove my cock into, but you should know me well enough by now, to know that that isn't what I'm doing! I love you, Nancy, I love you and I want to make you feel good. I don't want to fuck you, baby, but I sure do want to make love to you!"
Oh God, thought the voluptuous blonde practitioner. Despite herself, she was urgently pressing her body against her boyfriend's firm flesh. Despite herself, the touch of his practiced hands on her breasts and buttocks were sending unwanted, shivers through her own flesh. She knew it would have to stop ultimately, but for a few moments, she would wait and bask in the way Judd was arousing her.
Judd Reiner brought his lips very close to his girlfriend's ear, and his breath was hot and moist against the sensitive orifice. God, how his cock ached, and how his balls cried out from the pressure of his steadily building seminal fluids! His voice was slow and husky with suppressed desire as he spoke finally to Nancy. "You are a woman, baby," he said, "and someday someone is going to show you just exactly what it means to be a woman. And I want to be the one to do it. I want to be the man to teach you that there is really more to life than working and studying. I want to teach you about your own body, in a way that all your goddamn medical textbooks can never teach you." His voice started to crack with lustful emotion. "I want to be the one to ram his cock right up into you, Nancy!"
The trembling woman winced involuntarily at Judd's words. She knew he was right. She wished in a wistful second that she could lose her fear of men, and lose her lust for tender children, that she could react to this man who actually did care for her just as a mature woman should.
Wisps of memories came back to torment Nancy, as she stood in her office with Judd Reiner breathing heavily over her. There had been many unpleasant evenings in the past ten or fifteen years, evenings with frustrated, insistent, glazed-eyed men who had been just as eager to tear away her guarded virginity as Judd was right now. With a little shudder of distaste, Nancy went back mentally to the times in college when she had gone out on dates with fraternity men, and even with her professors. So impressionable and naive she had been, and how suave and debonair they had at first seemed to be. It had taken more than a few ugly experiences for the young blonde girl from the small Pennsylvania town to realize how most of the attractive men she encountered had only one thing on their minds. That thing was sex. After several drinks, and an evening spent dancing or at the student cinemas, the charming Philadelphia men would inevitably turn, and become horses of a different color. Suddenly their hands would fumble about Nancy's innocent body, suddenly their voices would grow thick with lust and emotion, suddenly they would be trying to kiss her, trying to put their hands all over her body....
It had been utterly terrible, and very devastating to the young woman. Nancy sincerely wanted to have friends with whom she could share experiences and at least a modicum of communication. Why did the men who, on the surface, seemed to like her and to respect her mind and her ideals, turn inevitably into hungering animals, out for only the crude satisfactions of their physical bodies? It was such a terrible disappointment, and one that left deep and painful scars on the blonde pre-medical student's mind. There had been terrible evenings at men's apartments, when she had been fool-hardy and unworldly enough to assume their invitations to listen to a Russian classical music, or to see their photographs from a field trip to the Sahara, were the only entertainment planned. More than once, she had nearly given in and let an insistent man take off her clothes and do what he seemed to think was so important to her throbbing vagina. But always, at the last minute, Nancy had stopped, had gathered her clothes together shakily, and stumbled tearfully away to take a bus home to her student apartment.
A romantic at heart, Nancy Nicholson simply could not believe that sex, at least the very first-time sex, would have to be like that. She didn't want sweaty hands, unchanged sheets, furtive pawings in rear seats of cars ... she wanted something more, something she could barely put into words but it involved such things as self respect and mutual caring and sureness and stability. But, as she refused the sexual pressures of the men around her, no relationship began that would perhaps have offered the lonely blonde these characteristics, and as time went on, she found she dated less and less.
It was better to spend solitary nights in her small apartment than it was to spend time with people who could never understand her. It was better to be continually lonesome than to go home feeling completely despoiled and degraded by men! Brutes they were, Nancy came to believe, all of them nothing but beasts, with huge coiled penises hidden beneath their trousers, ready to jump into instant erection and shove ruthlessly and uncaringly inside some hapless woman. She felt herself growing increasingly bitter toward men, although the sexual hungers still continued to fan through her loins, and she was forced to relieve them by masturbating in guilty solitude. When she did masturbate, her thoughts, naturally erotic, tended to center on innocent men, nonaggressive young boys such as the ones she had dated in her small Pennsylvania town. Glossing over the past, Nancy idealized it, and she remembered the callow lads with pieces of straw in their mouths and equally roaming fingers as being somehow pure and innocent, as naive and fumbling then as she still was, fifteen years later.
Suddenly Nancy's body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the reality of the present situation as Judd began pulling her loins harder than ever against his own.. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks from behind once more, tentatively exploring her warm body. His mouth locked upon her own with a frantic sort of urgency which could not be denied. He would make her want him, he thought, losing his mind with desire. He maneuvered one cup of her brassiere away from the hardened swell of her full ripe breast, caressing it with wandering fingers.
Nancy Nicholson heard her own 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 teasing sensations of Judd's gripping and caressing fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging emotions of her weak flesh with all of her might, but the pervading fingers of Judd's one hand nipping luridly against her breasts, and the hardness of his penis pressing against her trembling belly brought further moans of helpless subjugation from deep within her throat. Oh God, despite everything, this man was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was still hope for her, hope for her to become a normal woman ... she certainly was becoming excited in the way females were supposed to do, or so her medical textbooks said. Perhaps she could forget her sordid, unfulfilled, betrayed past, and not let her deep inbred fear of men ruin her future! Maybe she could divorce herself spiritually from her wicked fantasies involving teenaged boys! But even as Nancy harbored these positive thoughts, there was a frightening sort of hollow feeling alive in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that said no, that blocked firmly the intensity of the blonde doctor's response....
Judd Reiner could feel his girlfriend's nipples throb painfully against the translucent material of her brassiere, and pinpricks of arousal surged through his body, as he felt he was winning the battle.
"Ohhhhh," pleaded the frightened doctor. "Oh Judd, please don't do this!" Nancy felt almost close to tears, stemming from her conflict of emotions, but the man's strong hands continued to fondle the tight clenched cheeks of her buttocks. He was totally unaware of the battle raging within the mind of his girlfriend. Nancy struggled harder, moaning desperately. She couldn't fight him and herself both! The combination was simply too strong for her, and she was rapidly turning into nothing but a naked bundle of raw nerve endings! But still she knew, in the back of her mind, that things must come to an end, that she must not allow him to go any further. She struggled ... but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed possessively over her throbbing breast, teasingly stroking its voluptuously firm flesh.
She just couldn't find the strength to stop Judd as his hand slipped inside her brassiere, and then cupped her naked breasts. Flames of passion raced over her skin as he eased up the cloth cups and awkwardly rolled the hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his hotly aroused breath brushing against her shell-shaped ear, as he moved his dark head down to lock his impassioned lips against her own. Unconsciously, she slid her own tongue out, and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his tender young mouth. God, oh God, thought Nancy, as she felt herself losing control of her own passions. His soft kisses were like molten fire, burning her to the very core of her impassioned being! She just wouldn't be able to resist this any longer!
"Oh ... oh ... oh " mindlessly chanted the hotly aroused doctor, alive with the forbidden and fear-inspiring sensations. His hands, his tongue, his whole enveloping body enflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving which was beginning to gradually overcome her stolid resistance. Yet ... there was the tempting thought that she didn't want to resist, that she did not want to stop either Judd or herself ... that finally, perhaps, she could learn to respond to a man as a normal female would.
The blonde woman's mind was so occupied in this internal conflict of emotions and desires, that she made no effort to attempt to stop her hotly aroused boyfriend, as his lewdly inspiring hand travelled teasingly around her buttocks over the material of her uniform. Then his fingers moved down her leg to the hem of her white dress, and then slid their way back up underneath it all along the trembling satin flesh of Nancy's naked thigh. She trembled, thinking she would surely faint if this exploratory hand continued any further on its way ... but it went up, up to the narrow legband of her sheer yellow bikini panties. A shiver of sheer panic coursed through the flesh of Nancy's trembling body, and through her sex-inflamed mind. No, cried out her barely coherent thoughts. Na! it can't happen! her mind protested. But yes, it was happening, and it was feeling so good, so warm and gentle and wonderful, that the blonde doctor wanted it never to stop.
Nancy's breath came increasingly in painful gasps as her impassioned boyfriend eased his head away from her mouth and stared wildly down at her. She jerked as one of his hands caressed her nakedly heaving breasts, and the other slid its way up between her tingling flesh and the narrow legband of her nylon panties. He played for a tormenting moment at the swollen mound of pussy rising from the crevice of her tightly clenching thighs, as he gathered his own self together for the final assault upon the protesting blonde's pulsating vagina.
A low purr of hungered abandonment escaped from the lips of the female doctor, and she could feel her own blood surging through her veins. Lustfully, Judd smiled down at her, and then his strong hands pushed her backwards against the consulting desk, leaning her over until finally she was lying on its leather-covered top, lying there amid the adolescent charts and paperweights and photographs of her parents. Her legs dangled helplessly over the edge, and Nancy looked up at Judd imploringly, her chest heaving with each heavy spurt of breath.
"Yes, baby, yes," came Judd Reiner's harsh panting voice. "We're finally gonna make it, baby. We're finally going to show you all about being a woman."
Nancy gasped desperately as she felt the frenzied man's hand working itself beneath the tight elastic of her panty waistband and moving downwards toward her moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertips teased hotly at the tiny bud of her clitoris and sent it springing up into even more warmly quivering life. Then the thirty year old woman jerked forward as she felt the shocking sensation of his hand curling down still further into her nylon panties and parting the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. She groaned heavily into the urgent man's mouth as she felt his arrogant middle finger snake its way up inside the tightly closed opening of her moistly secreting vagina. Wild shocks of an electrifying sort of pleasure stabbed through Nancy's naked flesh, and she ground her legs up against his practiced hand, as he thrust his middle finger up into the wet depths of her welcoming pussy.
Gently, the computer consultant specialist pushed the female doctor down on her own desk, all the way until her head hit against the base of the small lamp, and her upper torso twisted in a sort of mounting agitation. Nancy undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her flesh were now out of her control and responding to some command other than her own. She raised her arms to Judd, in a gesture of feminine submission.
Smiling lewdly, in a smug and self-satisfied manner, Judd Reiner pushed between the curvaceous blonde woman's legs until he was standing with his pelvis shoved between her inner thighs, his hips keeping her legs apart, his bulging loins pushing insistently against the panty-covered mound of her sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed fervent kisses upon her softly pliant lips, while his one hand continued to fondle her erotically swollen breasts, and his other hand roamed lewdly up and down her inner thighs, brushed against the vibrant clitoris of her tender pussy, and maneuvered its way inside her seething depths of vaginal tissue. Deftly, the dark-haired thirty-five year old man worked Nancy's office smock up around her waist.
The pretty blonde doctor tightened her arms around her boyfriend in desire, as though by holding onto his body, she would be spared the agony of having to say no. His searing lips pressed hard against her own, his experienced fingers teasing lewdly at her widespread cuntal furrow. With his other hand he continued to massage Nancy's naked bosom until she thought she would go insane with passion if he did not stop!
"Oh Judd ... oh Judd ... you mustn't ... ohhhhh," moaned the enraptured blonde, over and over again, still trying futilely to gain control of her abandoned senses. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her nylon panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. Self-defensive, her mind tried to preserve the vague vestiges of fear and horror which had tormented her. Yet, at the same moment, her over-stimulated flesh was responding and even succumbing with its overpowering prurient desires. "No," she moaned vainly. "No, don't." Judd Reiner did not for one instant heed the beautiful blonde's weak-sounding pleas for. mercy. He continued to finger the softly yielding slit of her swollen vagina, stroking the hair-covered cuntal lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep ' inside the hotly moistened passage. Nancy simply could not control herself, as she involuntarily raised her hips, in helpful and deliberate submission, clenching her secretion-slippery thighs together so that Judd could more easily slip the dampened panties down over her trembling white thighs and long slender legs. They fell to the floor beside her desk as she lay, trembling, feeling with an obscene delight the coolness of the air upon her naked inner flesh, breezes from the open window gently caressing her wet pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in uncontrollable subjugation and wanton invitation.
"Oh God," panted the doctor, breathlessly. "We mustn't, we mustn't! I'm afraid! This is wrong!"
But Judd Reiner was having nothing to do with Nancy's prudent second thoughts. A guy can take just so much prick teasing, he thought to himself. "You know you want me to touch you between the legs just as much as I want to, baby," he groaned. He could feel the boiling seminal fluids building within his hotly hardened penis and sperm-swollen testicles, and it was making him feverish to possess Nancy. He wanted to shove his lust-hardened penis right up into that warm, light-fringed slit which was undulating around his fingers. His girlfriend's lushly exposed body was making him quiver with an unbearable lust as he ground himself as tightly as he possibly could to her mature nakedness. Just the sight of her was too much for a man to take, lying back against her business-like desk, her head lolling from side to side and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side of his pelvis. Judd felt a wild animal desire surging within his burgeoning cock as he pushed still closer to the voluptuous blonde's passionately throbbing pussy. His penis beat against his trousers with small aching pulses as he parted the sensation-rich slit of her cuntal opening with one lewd middle finger. Nancy moaned with growing lustful desire, feeling his teasing motion around the soft fringe of her pubic hair which surrounded her cuntal lips. As the lecherous finger probed and taunted against every inch of her pulsating vagina, she whimpered moistly into Judd's ear, trailing soft hot kisses down his neck. Helpless to resist, she rotated her passion-driven thighs in wanton response to his obscene caresses.
"Oh God, Judd," she mewled. "Oh we mustn't, but I want to so much!"
The good-looking young computer consultant stood between Nancy's legs, gazing down at the widespread pinkness of her virgin pussy, stretched wide open in lewd exposure of its smooth surfaces and its tiny clitoral bud. He watched the aroused blonde's twitching vaginal lips, swollen with arousal, glistening with moist droplets of cuntal secretions. He just couldn't remember when the sight of a woman's naked pussy had excited him more-maybe not for twenty years, he thought to himself! He just had to have her, and from the way her dark pink cuntal passage was opening and closing in lewd invitation, it didn't look like he'd have to put up much of a fight to do so! All he'd have to do was lower his pants and shove it right in!
Judd's wet mouth began to nibble gently along Nancy's neck and his clever fingers opened her uniform buttons as his mouth travelled lower down. Brazenly he added a second finger and then still a third to the one already nestled up between her legs. She quivered uncontrollably from the delightful sensations that were taking over her body, and then she moaned in audible surrender as he lowered the lace cup of her brassiere and fastened his lips tightly onto one of her erected nipples. His fingers eased their way out of her pulsing vagina and coursed lightly up over the soft smooth firmness of her belly.
"No," she continued to protest in a little pleading voice. "No, it isn't right. We can't do this."
But Judd ignored these words, and Nancy's hands did nothing to push away his tender mouth from her throbbing breasts. Maddening patterns of indecent arousal continued to consume the sensation-stricken female doctor. She groaned from deep in her throat as his mouth and fingertips continued to tease and assault every inch of her wantonly exposed body. She felt ashamed and a little sick about the way she was acting, displaying her very most private parts in a lewd act of indecency, right there in her own office. Her own loss of control was humiliating the blonde doctor beyond belief, but still she did not stop her boyfriend. She undulated her desire-twitching thighs around Judd's hips, splaying her trembling legs still wider apart, her toes curling with uncontained passion. She knew, in the back of her mind, that the sight of her subjugation and arousal was only serving to further inflame Judd with his animalistic passions, but somehow even this knowledge increased the aroused thirty year old woman's unwanted desires. It was so forbidden, so warped, so obscene, and this made it all the more exciting to the virgin blonde. Little mewls of submission came from Nancy's mouth as her head rolled from side to side and her buttocks ground against the leather surface of her desk, surrounded by papers and charts.
Indecision and self-loathing struggled madly within Nancy Nicholson's mind. Futilely she pulled away from his exploring fingers that had again found their way into her moist cuntal crevice, but it was a useless attempt. It was as though she had become paralyzed by her own erotic sensations, and she groaned from the unwanted excitements. Judd's hands and mouth never ceased their teasing manipulations upon her lightly perspiring flesh, and Nancy realized with a sense of despair that there would be no escape left now. She couldn't stop him now, she thought, and what was worse, she simply did not want to! At last in her life she really, really wanted a man, wanted him up inside her wildly trembling cunt! The battle between her mind and her body continued to rage, but both her mind and body wanted to lose, to lose all control and fall madly, spontaneously into the warm sea of passion in Judd's arms!
And then she heard a short, hissing sound, and she knew it was the unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She felt his hand moving away from her vagina to struggle with the zipper and the belt of his trousers. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice caught in her throat as she stared wide-eyed at the man's suddenly exposed erection. Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped about the hips of the determined lustful man, she could only stare at him as his trousers dropped around his ankles and he pulled his shorts down over his muscular buttocks and thighs, until his flushed, blood-filled erection was fully exposed to her pain-filled eyes. The bulbous head of his penis was a dark gleaming crimson color, its tiny slit wet with a drop of pre-orgasmic fluid. It hovered rigidly above her, a heavy shaft of flesh, its blunt head coming menacingly closer and closer to Nancy's defensively cringing vagina. Below it hung huge, sperm-swollen testicles, pendulous and pulsing with lust.
It was absolutely horrifying! Suddenly, in the depths of Nancy's tortured brain, up loomed all the men who had tried to seduce her in her entire life. A stream of lecherous memory-inspired faces were all leering nakedly down at her, their faces contorted with lewdness, contempt, chauvinism. And suddenly, Judd, who loved her, became just the same as all of these other men had been! She felt already the thick and rubbery tip of his burgeoning penis pressing its relentless way forward against the naked lips of her wide-splayed pussy, lustful with sexual desire, and she knew she could never accept it!
"Stop!" the mortally terrified woman doctor cried out, heedless of her loud voice that might be heard by someone else in the building. Helplessly, but with all the strength she possessed in her body, she writhed away from his sexually oriented grip. Delirious with her need to get away from this tormenting male figure, Nancy thrust his body away desperately, writhing to lift herself from the humiliating position atop the desk of her inner office. "Let me go! Let me go, damn you! You can't do this to me, you brute!"
"Oh for Christ fuckin' sake!" cursed her boyfriend, in a frustration-based stream of obscenity. "It's too late to stop now, you goddamn prick-tease. I've got to fuck you!" He refused to remove his fingers from the warm sanctuary of her pussy, and continued the lewd rampaging movements within her cowering flesh, teasing the button of her still erect clitoris. He ground his loins demandingly between the younger woman's trembling thighs, humping upward to jab his blood-swollen cock inside her desperately straining pussy. He knew she really wanted him, so why should he stop now? Instead he leaned closer, holding his captive girlfriend flat against the desk, his mouth closing menacingly down over hers to still her rapid cries of protest.
Nancy rolled her head from side to side, refusing to accept her suitor. Her eyes fluttered wildly and another scream of fear gurgled up from the depths of her throat. Her body thrust itself from side to side, in an effort to escape from his savage trap. It just could not happen! After all these years, she was not going to be brutally raped, her lewdly supine body on the desk of her office, against her will! But Judd Reiner showed not the least intention of letting up on the obscene ministrations he was performing upon her nakedly splayed loins. He held his lust-thickened cock in one hand and he bore down against her pelvic area with evil concentration, guiding the bloated head of his hard rod of flesh right down to the cringing opening of her unprotected vagina.
How could Nancy possibly be expected to take that gigantic monster up into her vagina and enjoy it? How could she allow a huge battering ram like this blood-bloated penis to rip away her virginity? It was impossible, no matter that she might love the man, no matter that she might be inflamed with sexual desires herself. She fought savagely, evading the ominously looming shaft in avid determination not to surrender this final vestige of her vow to stop this indecent action. She tried to raise her legs and lock them together, tried to tighten her straining thighs as hard as she possibly could and deny entrance to the man who naked pelvis was trapped between them.
Judd groaned with angry protest. "I need you, baby!" he cried out. "I've gotta have you now. I can't wait any longer!" He was goaded by her rejection of him, and it made him endeavor all the more frantically to bury his desire-engorged penis into the wetly grasping walls of her fragrant pussy where his fingers had just been. He thrust as hard as he could up through the hair-lined slit of her wet pink pussy cunt. With his hand, he pried her fleshy vaginal lips apart so that he would be able to plunge deep up inside of her with just one final lunge of his muscular hips.
Nancy was helpless to stop him further, as he was simply stronger than she could ever be. Relentlessly, Judd pressed the blood-bloated head of his immense rod of flesh against the softness of her dark pubic curls while he endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. His breath was coming in short, spasming puffs, and he desired nothing more than to shove his pulsating penis deep into her protesting belly.
He was just like all the other men, thought the young female doctor desperately. He was no better than the scores of brutes who had lusted after her creamy flesh for the past fifteen years, their hot hands pawing rudely and their thick hairy bodies sweating with uncontrollable desire! Why did men have to be so disgusting about their animal lustfulness? Even Judd, despite his good breeding and his charm-he was no better than any of the rest of them! Helplessly Nancy squeezed together the never-used muscles of her cunt, until her thighs ached with the effort. In desperation she heaved and bucked her curvaceous body against his urgent hardness, in a last ditch effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion. A mounting hysteria rose in Nancy's breast, terrifying her. She must not let herself be raped!
"Don't make me wait," groaned Judd in angry frustration. "I'm going to cum, damn it, and I want to cum inside of you!"
Her boyfriend's heated words did not serve to decrease Nancy's resistance, but only made her press her thighs more tightly together against his invasion. "No!" she cried out. "I'm not going to let you! Not now and not ever so leave me alone, damn you!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm seminal fluids that oozed their excited droplets onto her protesting vaginal lips. Steeling herself against him, she refused to allow his urgently pressuring penis to enter her desperately clenching cuntal slit. She would not be fucked against her will, no matter what!
"You've got to let me, baby," Judd cried out dementedly. "Oh Nancy, baby, I'm cumming. Oh, sweet baby, I'm cumming!"
The handsome computer consultant stiffened as he stood between her protesting inner thighs, and his rock hard penis began to jump uncontrollably before her eyes. The desperately moaning woman could feel a great hot stream of his fresh sperm erupt from its head and shoot wetly onto her naked thighs and pubic hair, and over her firm white belly. The white hot liquid ran down between the widespread crevice of her buttocks and onto the expensive surface of her office desk, as she struggled to get away from the liquid fire flooding over her still virgin body. She stared down in horrified fascination at the view between her melon-shaped breasts of his burgeoning cock jerking with wave after wave of a seemingly never-ending stream of semen.
Finally Judd groaned and staggered away from between the whimpering doctor's naked thighs. His testicles drained completely, he looked at Nancy with exhausted passion, her belly and vagina covered with the sticky dregs of his viscous cum. Awkwardly, not knowing what to say, whether to apologize or be righteously angry, he avoided her eyes. Judd reached for a paper tissue from the box on her desk, wiped off his deflated penis, and made a few dabs at the humiliated doctor's sticky body, and then pulled his jockey shorts and his trousers back up over his now useless weapon.
Nancy rolled away, hiding her eyes in shameful silence, unable to speak. Finally Judd growled at her. "You see what happens now when you play those cock-teasing games, don't you, Doctor?" he asked, harshly. "You have to learn how to be a woman one of these days. Or else find a boy to play your games with, because a man just won't put up with that sort of thing!"
Oh God, she thought mournfully. He had just spoken of her most depraved fantasies, to do just that with a young boy! She felt fear and disgust, wanting this man to leave her alone, and she stared in humiliated despair at the lewd semen that covered her vaginal lips and matted her blonde pubic hair in an obscene reminder of what she had allowed to happen despite herself, and she felt more self-loathing that she ever had before in all her thirty years.
"You've got to learn how to let a man love you," Judd continued defensively, buckling his belt. "You think you know so damn much, but it's all the crap out of books that doesn't do you a fucking bit of good in your life. Sometime you'd better wise up and learn how to live, instead of just keeping miserable adolescents alive!"
Nancy winced at the sound of his harsh voice and his cutting words. She wrenched herself up off of the desk, and made a hurried effort to pull her wrinkled uniform down over her legs and button the front of it. In quivering indignation she stood before him, looking up at him with hatred in her eyes. Hot tears rose up, but she fought them back. "I hate you," she hissed. "I hate you, you beast of a man. You're exactly like all the rest of the men I hate! It's my office and it's my body, and you have no ... no right to invade my privacy! I can do what I want with my life, and it's none of your damn business, Judd Reiner!"
Yet even as Nancy spoke, a little voice within her said that she knew Judd was right, that she had to learn how to make love, and to learn to accept her body. But she was simply too afraid, and could not tell this to the cold and threatening man.
"G-get out of my office," she begged. "Please, Judd, I've got to be alone!" She gathered up her fallen panties from the floor and used them to wipe the sticky sperm from her inner thighs, and then, with a gesture of disgust, dropped them into the waste basket at the side of her desk, disgusted by the sight and the smell of the semen drenched nylon.
Judd groaned angrily. "Come on, baby," he breathed. "All right. I'll leave you, but someday I'm going to take away that precious cherry you keep under lock and key, and I'm going to teach you about being female! You can't go around being a cock-tease for another thirty years, Nancy Nicholson!"
Nancy winced involuntarily at his words, wanting to somehow apologize, to end the misunderstanding between them. But already Judd was gathering his car keys into his hand and heading for the door.
"All right, Nancy," he called back over his shoulder as he walked out. "Next time you want to waste time going out with me instead of working, let me know."
He slammed the office door behind him.
* * *
Dr. Nancy Nicholson looked down at her silver watch, and saw with relief that she had another hour before her next patient's arrival. In her heart, the young doctor knew that Judd was right-or at least partially right. Virginity was not something to guard so zealously for thirty entire years, not even Nancy believed in that. Nor was it something to toss upon any man who wanted to get his hot little hands and hard eager cock into her pants. She wished sometimes that she had experienced this in college, when all the girls around her were experiencing the sweetness and bitterness of sex for the first time. In college, though, Nancy had been too busy studying, and whenever she went out with a student she liked and things started to get intense, she had stopped with an unreasoning, mindless fear. Fear of the unknown? she wondered. Or fear of being emotionally hurt, brutally raped and tossed away.
And now that so many years had passed since college, Nancy only felt her virginity as more of a yoke around her neck, a yoke she surely wanted to lose. Maybe I should go to bed with Judd, she thought. At least he loves me, or says he does. At least he isn't here just to get laid ... or says he isn't. But, even as she thought this, the memory of his huge hardness pushing up against her belly when he held her close entered her consciousness, and she shuddered with fear at the mere thought of that huge thing entering her tender body. But he would surely be expert, surely know all the right things to do, whatever they were. But then again, he might be so carried away that he would go too fast and forget how I was feeling.
Nancy tried to push the distasteful thought from her mind. I want someone innocent, she thought to herself. Someone young and naive who isn't going to hurt me....
She trembled as her mind rushed back to those many afternoons and evenings in college when she had learned how to satisfy her yearnings for sexual fulfillment with her own fingers. Even then, in her imagination, her lovers were young boys, not the burly beer-guzzling fraternity men who asked her to parties and tried to get her upstairs into their rooms. She wanted someone young, someone she could learn about sexual passions with ... a partner, not a teacher.
Even now, more and more frequently it seemed to the young woman, her body would overcome her mind with desirous thoughts and, in the privacy of her own room, or between appointments at her office, or even in a strange bathroom at someone's cocktail party, she would pull down her panties and use her finger to bring herself to the point of tumultuous orgasmic release. Each time she did so, wild fantasies played through her brain-fantasies of young men, with long slim penises and clean, sweet-smelling bodies. But after it was all over, the blonde doctor would feel a great surge of revulsion and shame, realizing how abandonedly she had given in to her own abhorrent weaknesses. Over and over she vowed to never let such a terrible thing happen again, vowed that from that point on she alone would be in control of her body's actions. But somehow, it always did happen again, somehow she was always helpless to the fiery impulses, once they began to course through her loins.
Unfortunately, the setting up of Nancy's practice-specializing in adolescents and their particular problems-had not only fulfilled her dream but heightened her nightmares as well. Perhaps, if the voluptuously built woman had had a satisfactory and fulfilling love relationship with a man, her hidden desires would have been pushed to the background. But, as things were, her lewd and unspeakable fantasies had grown to a point where her own patients figured unmistakably in them.
Nancy's subconscious thoughts never failed to shock her whenever they appeared on the surface of her mind and forced her to see them. However, for the most part, the young doctor managed to repress her insistent demands for release, and plunged even more deeply into her work. Ideally, the thought, if one gave all one's heart and soul to one's work, there would be no room left for such energy-wasting nightmares.
Thus, Nancy Nicholson's days were spent in dedicated pursuit of her career and its furtherance. Even during the evenings, in her spacious apartment which she shared with a young schoolteacher, twenty-five year old Louisa Goodman, and Louisa's daughter Clarissa, Nancy would read medical journals and study case histories. Several evenings a week she would go out, with Judd or with Louisa, but even these few times the young doctor considered a sacrifice of time. She would prefer to be doing her precious work, and she would prefer to be keeping her mind far from her body's lewd and wanton cravings.
If she did go to bed with Judd, if she broke down and accepted his muscular body and his brash way of life, might it not be more intelligent in the long run? But, realize that as she might, Nancy also knew that when she did give her so-long-guarded virginity to a man, it would have to be with more feeling than just a sort of caring about someone. What was more, she could never tell him the truth about her dreadful fantasies involving adolescent boy, she would surely be so shocked, his illusions so shattered, that he would leave her beyond a doubt.
CHAPTER TWO
The small scene which had taken place between Nancy Nicholson and her would-be fiance had left the adolescent specialist far more distraught than she would like to admit. Frustration and humiliation seethed through her untouched thirty year old form. She found herself totally unable to leave her office and go out for lunch, but instead studied charts and ate an apple, trying to gain back her margin of self-control.
Nancy's first appointment was at one o'clock, with a rather morose looking young boy named Marcus Kingsley. The blonde doctor waited inside her inner office, hearing the faint hum of voices as he walked in and announced himself to the receptionist. But Nancy made no move to press the buzzer on her desk, to let her receptionist know she was ready to see her patient.
God, she thought to herself, how can I face the afternoon, with these lewd memories swimming through my heart and my head? She felt stripped of her defenses, naked and vulnerable. The memories and the realizations were just too much to bear, and now the thought of seeing young Marcus was a little bit too much for the voluptuous blonde doctor.
But work must be done and Dr. Nancy Nicholson knew this better than most other people do. She took a deep breath and pushed her buzzer. "Send the Kingsley boy in," she said calmly to her receptionist. In a few minutes the office door opened and the intense, dark-haired teenager appeared in the doorway. Nancy stared at him, with repressed longing at his lithe young body.
No, she vowed to herself. No, never again. She would not even entertain these lewd thoughts which kept popping up every time she was with a youngster. She was the doctor, he the patient, and that was that.
"Hullo, Doc," he greeted her impishly, a surprisingly cheerful smile crossing over the youngster's handsome features.
"Hello, Marcus," she answered professionally, careful not to call him by the more familiar name 'Marc'. "What can I do for you this afternoon?"
"Oh, it's nothing," he answered. "But ... I'm in high school now you know, and the coach said we have to get medical certificates if we wanta try out for football. And I sure want to make the freshman football team! Boy, I just can't think of anything more fun than really being on the team! "
Nancy smiled at the youngster's boyish enthusiasm. "That does sound like fun," she agreed, and then clutched her desk for support as an image of this young boy, dressed in shoulder pads, falling to the ground with other adolescents....
Suddenly the young doctor felt all hot and nervous, and her voice was husky when she managed to speak. "Come and sit down, Marcus, and I'll get out your chart. Then I'll just make sure everything's okay, and that you'll be in fine shape for the team."
Her fumbling hands rummaged through the file upon her desk, and drew out Marcus Kingsley's chart, as well as Xeroxed copies of the charts which his pediatrician had forwarded when she closed her office last spring.
"No serious illnesses, I see," remarked the blonde doctor. "Do you have any allergies?" The routine questions came easily from Nancy's mouth after long practice, and she marked the forms in front of her on the desk. According to his chart, she noted, he was only fourteen years old, but he seemed so stalwart, so brave, so self-possessed sitting there in her chair, that somehow he seemed older, more mature. A little shiver of attraction rippled through the young doctor's body, along her backbone in a spontaneous motion. Goodness, but he was a good-looking young boy. She could not help glancing up at him surreptitiously, could not help but be distracted by his dark curls and spaniel-brown eyes, as well as the smoothly tapered lines of his developing young body.
"Uh, Marcus," Nancy said, "if you can go into the next room and take off your clothes, then we can continue the physical part of this examination." Her voice was brisk, but even as she spoke she could feel her face flush with a sudden rush of blood, making the fair-skinned woman's cheeks and temples turn a shade of crimson.
Just at that moment Marcus Kingsley's eyes met hers and instantly flicked away, embarrassed at what they saw in his doctor's face. Nancy felt a shudder go through her body, hoping her young patient could not read her mind. For her mind, out of control of her intellect, was thinking, was speculating even, on just what this youngster would look like when he took his trousers off!
Oh God, thought Nancy in despair, oh God, what can I be thinking? Mentally she chastised herself for her lascivious thoughts, as she watched her adolescent patient rise and walk across the room to enter the small room where he was to undress and hang his clothes on the hooks.
When Marcus returned, walking nakedly across Nancy Nicholson's office, his doctor was bent over her desk, her blonde hair brushing against some papers. "Well," he said, to catch her attention, "Well, I'm ready."
Nancy looked up, and sucked in her breath as she did so. Wasn't he a beautiful little man! An adolescent just at the budding point, the point of ceasing to be a child but not yet become a man. His body was lithe and trim, still suntanned from days spent at the country club pool, and his dark curls grew down the nape of his neck in a most particularly irresistible fashion.
But within an instant, the doctor had regained control of herself and was checking her patient's reflexes and listening to his heartbeat. "Well, Marcus," she said nervously, "everything seems to be quite normal and I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be playing football. She paused for a moment, "You don't smoke yet, I hope?"
Marcus shook his head. "No, I sure don't, even though lots of my kids in class are doing it. I reckon my dad would give it to me if I started smoking!"
"That's good," said Nancy. The examination was nearly over. There was nothing else that Nancy needed to ask, but there were several questions that she wanted, desperately wanted to ask, and she did so, "Do you have nocturnal emissions, Marcus?" the doctor queried, her pen poised above the pad, ready to write.
"Wh-what's that?" he asked.
Nancy, seated in the leather chair next to the couch where her patient lay, leaned a tiny bit closer to him, and her voice was oddly breathless. "That's when you go to sleep at night and you dream ... oh maybe about a girl at school that you like ... and when you wake up, your penis has been pushing against the sheets and all the sheets are wet." She looked hard at the youngster.
Marcus squirmed in embarrassment. Of course man, he thought, of course I do, but you can't say that to a lady, can you? Even if the lady is a real doctor?
"Yeah," he finally answered, his dark skin colored by a furious blush. "Yeah, well I mean, sometimes I do."
Man! thought the youngster as he spoke, Dr. Robinson is sure stacked! His eyes ran up and down her lush figure, and his hands closed on the black leather couch he lay upon. Her white dress was starched and proper, but how could it really be proper when it was stretched so tightly upon a frame like that one? Every bit of her voluptuous body was open to his scrutiny, and when she moved he could feel his little penis jump up in his pants, ever since the first time he'd been to see her. But now, what was she doing asking him things like that?
Did he ever have 'nocturnal emissions'? You bet I do, he thought ironically, and it's usually when I've just come back from the doctor's office! Just the mere thought of seeing Dr. Nicholson's naked titties would send his cock throbbing in excitement, even though he knew it could never happen. Of course, she must think he was just a dumb kid, and probably lots of grown up men, with great penises that stuck out of black pubic haired loins, were getting all the chances. What would a grown up woman want with a kid like him?
But Dr. Nicholson was now interrupting his reverie by asking another question.
"Marcus," she said, her voice husky. "Marcus, have you ever masturbated to make this happen?" Nervously, the lady doctor licked her lips.
Jeez, thought Marcus Kingsley, what does she think I am? His penis was always getting sore from beating it off so much, thinking about girls wanting him, thinking about women wanting to go to bed with him.
"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Yeah, I've masturbated sometimes." Then defensively he added, "I know it's not true, what they say about it. I mean, your eyebrows aren't going to fall off or anything like that."
Some terribly perverse little part of Miss Nicholson was enjoying the obvious embarrassment of the naked little boy lying before her very eyes. For some reason she didn't dare question, her eyes slipped down from the boy's open mouth and along his heavily panting chest, across his flat plane of stomach, down to his crotch. And the sight which met her gaze filled her with a renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified the lady doctor at the same time.
Bulging up in the beginnings of an erection was Marcus Kingsley's desire-hardening penis! Oh God, young Marcus was getting an erection while she sat looking at him and asking him these questions! Nancy knew what she must do now was hurriedly take his blood pressure and send him off to get dressed. But she did not do so. She could feel the inflamed center of her own loins throbbing in violent answer to the sight of his passionate cock, and she deliberately squeezed her own thighs together to protect herself from his scrutinizing gaze. Nancy had to clasp her fingers together in order to refrain from reaching out to clasp them around that delectable-looking shaft. What was happening to her? She was supposed to be a grown woman, with grown woman's likes and dislikes, not some crazy sort of a child molester type!
For a second, Nancy Nicholson allowed her mind to travel back to the many, many times she'd lain on her bed, and even sat in this very office, thinking of boys Marcus's age fucking their stiff little penises up into her untouched belly. She would go wild with desire when she thought of this, until her own fingers would rush, as if of their own accord, up between her legs to pummel furiously at her insatiable clitoral bud. Guilt flared through Nancy's tormented mind ... a boy was making her react this way, while good kind Judd Reiner could not do so, and there was something terribly wrong about it all!
With a great act of will, Nancy Nicholson forced her eyes away from her patient's stiffened penis. She knew things had to stop, but she could somehow not just drop the conversation off at this point. She asked one more question.
"Marcus, when was ... ah ... the last time you masturbated?"
"Oh, I don't know." He thought quickly. "Uh, this morning, when I went home from school for lunch." He squirmed under her scrutiny. "There's not anything wrong with it, Dr. Nicholson," he repeated. Damn, hut he wished she'd stop looking at him like that! There was nothing he could do to make the hard shaft of cock-flesh return to a quiet position.
"Nooooo," answered Nancy's breathless voice. "No, nothing wrong with it, as long as it isn't keeping you from your studies. Or your football," she added, smiling at the youngster.
"Well," she added bravely. "I guess I'll just take your blood pressure, and then that will be all for today." Desperately Nancy forced her attention on the instrument in her hand, wrapping it around the youngster's arm. His fresh, vibrant breath was hot upon her face, and the sweet smell of his young flesh caused her nostrils to dilate in desire. Tremors of passion began deep up between the doctor's thighs as she bent over to work, and she felt flooded with shame at being in such a feverish state.
God, thought the young doctor, I must get in control of myself. But her hands were shaking, and she had to clench her teeth together in a vain effort to cease the wanton sensations which coursed up between her full-fleshed thighs.
And then, just as she felt herself overcoming this terrible temptation, Marcus spoke up.
"Dr. Nicholson," he said, "I think I'm going to have to masturbate right now, cause my pecker is gonna explode if I don't!" His voice was thick and husky. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I better get up."
Nancy looked down at the youngster and saw, to her astonishment, that there was a tear in one of his eyes. Suddenly she felt a rush of self-contempt and of pity for this helpless boy. It was all her fault, all this talk about masturbation, after all. It was all her fault that he was worked up, wasn't it? She was the one who should be guilty, and not this charming young teenager.
A voice Nancy barely recognized as her own spoke up then. "Maybe," she said sultrily, her fingers already reaching out as if they had minds of their own. "Maybe it would be better if Dr. Nicholson does it for you. It's my fault for asking you about those things, I know."
Nancy felt as if she were being directed by an alien force, not even of her own. She'd completely lost control of her actions somehow, and her fingers closed around the heated little shaft. No matter how desperately she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to take her hand away. Instead, her hand moved automatically, of its own accord, to stroke in a slow obscene motion up and down the straining shaft of Marcus' cock. The resilient feel of it was just too compelling, and Nancy could not stop herself. The actual chance of feeling and stroking Marcus' lust-arousing penis in the obscene environment of her own doctor's office was more than she could resist in her current delirious state.
My God, no! Nancy's mind screamed. She had to keep control of the situation! He was just a darling child, and he'd gotten all aroused by those questions she'd asked. What she should do now is order him out of her office, tell him to come back next week, tell him to go someplace else, tell him anything! This simply was not right, but she could not stop.
A wild and ungovernable excitement began to build at the base of Marcus' penis as guilty desire surged through his adolescent loins. Crap, this was about the most exciting thing that had ever happened in all his fourteen years!
The blonde doctor gazed down at her own hand, watching its hungry motions up and downward along the throbbing young cock shaft that now loomed up from his body in complete and obscene freedom. It was a sight more compelling than anything she had ever beheld in her life. There was none of the feeling of terror which she'd experienced the other times she had beheld huge men's penises. And she knew, despite her fogged mind, that this was what was attracting her-the sweetness, the innocence of his young cock.
In spite of Nancy's sincere shame at her own animalistic lustings, the lady doctor felt a surge of salacious delight charging through her love-deprived body, at the touch of her young patient's pulsing rod. She could feel her breasts aching with repressed sexual fires, and she knew that the last of her vows to never succumb to her lewd desire for young boys were being ripped away relentlessly with each passing moment. Her very body was a seething mass of lust, every nerve and fibre reacting with lecherous cravings. Every inhibition, every high standard was melting away, until the only reality left was her all-consuming passion. Unable to resist, all she could think of was the flesh of the youngster beneath her hand.
"Oh!" gasped Marcus. "Oh, Miss Nicholson!" Her hand teased endlessly, gently massaging his stiffened penile length, caressing with an almost maddening slowness, while he sat frozen in the dentist's chair. Wild, burning ripples of boyish passion flooded through his taut young body and brought his virile penis leaping into an even greater erection!
Marcus' mouth opened in wonder and he choked with the pleasurable shocking sensation of her fingers along his slender hardness. He lay motionless, truly unable to move, while her hand continued to creep down to his testicles and to cup them softly in her hand. Jolts of delicious feelings rushed through Marcus' adolescent body, and without wanting to, he could not help but give out a little grunt of satisfaction.
"Uuuuuuuuuh, oh Doctor Nicholson, what are you doing? Oh, it feels so good!"
The mature woman was pressing even closer to the young patient now, the hot swells of her voluptuous breasts pushing against his chest as she massaged his upright penis. "I know you like it," came her husky voice. "Don't you, baby?"
"Well, gee, sure I like it. 'Course it feels good, but...."
"I know, dear," said Nancy. "I know you needed just this." Her voice crooned suggestively, brazenly. "Now you won't have any of those nasty dreams tonight, will you Marcus baby?" Her hand titillated his hardened penis with an increasingly fervent boldness. "Don't be ashamed of it now, Marcus. It's the most normal thing in the world to want to touch yourself ... and to have somebody else touch you." Her hand moved upwards to caress the very tip of his glans, where a tiny drop of pre-seminal fluid was glistening. "And such a lovely hard cock, Marcus," Nancy murmured. "It's a shame not to touch such a nice stiff cock."
Marcus could barely believe his ears, as his doctor dropped lewd expressions just as though she were talking about prescriptions or something. But it was even more surprising to Nancy's own ears. The thrill of hearing herself mouth such forbidden lewdness surged through Nancy's body, and she trembled with an insatiable longing for this darling child. No longer was she tormented by her thoughts of what was right, and what was wrong ... no, all that remained was her desire for his fleshy pulsing penis, a penis that would be unused, as virgin as her own vagina, a penis she could teach and be taught by....
Lying on the doctor's couch, the inexperienced teenager reeled with confusion. He just could not believe what was happening! Sure enough, his doctor was playing with his pecker! But somehow, it just couldn't be happening, and even though it felt more wonderful than anything he had ever before experienced, it just could not be right! Not Doctor Nicholson! But good heavens, it was real, her fingers teasing up and down his stiffened length, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitement running helter skelter through his mind!
Nancy Nicholson's nimble fingers continued to caress her patient's swelling young manhood, sliding up and down along his sensitive cock-shaft to massage his small tender scrotum. Her lush red lips were parted and she kept running her moist little tongue back and forth across them, while an odd glaze of wanton passion filmed her azure blue eyes. The young doctor's breath was fervid and sweet against her patient's innocent face, and her mind swirled crazily with freshly-unleashed sexual fantasies.
Marcus trembled underneath the passionate fingers of his practitioner. Jeez, but he had never even dreamed that his innocent sexual thoughts about the attractively stacked petite doctor would go this far! He'd surely never even considered that she too might be seething with the sort of desires that a boy his age could fulfill. He knew he was being a jerk about it, but he was actually scared by the violent passion in the woman's eyes! And yet ... he sure didn't want to stop, didn't want his doctor to bring her ministrations to an end!
Motionless, but trembling with sensations, he lay beneath her. The salacious pleasure of his blonde doctor's fingers on his rigid penis rendered him not only frozen motionless, but totally incapable of motion. What's the matter with Dr. Nicholson, he thought to himself. She must be going out of her mind!
Then Dr. Nicholson was murmuring at her youthful patient, murmuring sweet and obscene words, and her breath was fragrant against his face. "I want to touch you all over," she whispered. "I want your long firm penis to feel really good. Really, really good," she insisted earnestly. "I want to make you feel so good that you just explode right here in my hand!"
"Jeez, doc, I don't think I'd better...."
"It's all right, baby," she whispered, her breath coming faster and faster. "I'm a doctor, so it's all right. It's just a natural function and ... and a natural desire that both of us have. I know what's best for your nice big penis, don't I?"
"Yeah!" he answered, hesitantly but excitedly. "Yeah, you sure do, Dr. Nicholson!"
By this time, Nancy's passions had risen to such a highly fervent pitch that nothing whatsoever could have stopped her from her obscene seduction of the boy half her own age. She gently smoothed her one hand' along his beardless cheek, smiling at the peach-fuzz feel of his skin, and with her other hand she intensified the lewdly arousing motions along her patient's throbbing rock-hard penis.
Marcus Kingsley moaned with a quivering delight as Nancy's hand stroked along the naked flesh of his pulsating tool. Tingles of sexual excitement spiraled up from his youthful loins more and more fervently, and they swirled maddeningly through his developing pubescent body.
"Ooooooh," the adolescent student groaned. "Oooooh, it feels too good, too good." But there was no real need for him to further encourage the female doctor who was so entranced by his slim rod of flesh. Her fingers stroked an inch or so of his cock between the glans and the base and he rose his body to meet her caressing hand. "OOooooh," he murmured again, "you shouldn't do this. You mustn't do this to me, you know."
"Don't be silly," responded Nancy in her medical, no-nonsense voice. "It's just what you need, my boy. I need to play with you and I know you need some loving on that nice penis of yours."
Marcus couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to, and he didn't really want to, although he did feel a bit afraid about how far this was going. Jeez, his dad had told him a long time ago not to let people play with his pecker, but Marc had always thought what dad meant was grizzled old men who want to buy little boys Cokes in Greyhound bus stations. Not his own doctor! Obediently he lay motionless, but for his pelvis which moved, as if of its own accord gently up and down on the couch. Jeez, if he could only take off her clothes and do it to her as well, that would sure be something! But the adolescent was too shy to suggest such a depraved idea-after all, she was still his doctor, and she might get angry at him if he mentioned it.
"Yes you do play with your lovely penis, don't you?" she asked him again. "When you're home in bed and all alone, isn't that right? And it feels so good ... but I can make your nice hard penis feel even better than you can yourself!"
Another drop of heated seminal fluid stood out on the tip of Marcus's desire-hardened cock, and already he could feel the sperm bubbling up in the depths of his testicles. Nancy's lustful hands left his cock to smooth their way all along her patient's developing young body, feeling his sleek animal-like muscles, touching the little hollows and stroking the flat planes of his most delectable body. Her fingers then slowly encircled Marcus's protruding penis, tightening around his quivering hardness with a provocative and tender emotion.
"Going to make you so happy, baby," she whispered, her voice thick and sensuous with promise. "Make you more happy than you ever could be playing all by yourself...!"
Nancy rubbed 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-bulging testicles. Marcus gaped open-mouthed, in petrified amazement, watching his doctor's straining breasts as she masturbated him. God, it felt better than anything ever had, and he was far more turned on then he'd ever been kissing some dumb girl at dance class, or even beating himself off. She was sure right that it was better this way ... she was driving him wild! Suddenly he didn't care any longer about what folks like his mom had said was right and wasn't right ... let Doc Nicholson do it if she wanted to, 'cause it sure was feeling good.
Nancy's eyes widened with desire, as she watched the spectacle of her own fingers desperately stroking, and Marcus's penis plunging in and out between her touches. God, it was so beautiful, so desirable to the virgin doctor ... she wanted to take off her own clothes too, but somehow her mind balked at that. No, she would only make her darling patient feel as wonderful as she could make him, and that was all that really mattered. No man's thick and threatening penis had ever appeared desirable to Nancy Nicholson, but this slim and youthful rod between her fingers was her own heart's desire!
"Uh-oh, Miss Nicholson!" Marcus gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the couch as he tried to gain control over his own maddening want. "I'm going to cum. I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer."
Nancy knew that Marcus was not exaggerating. Her sensitive doctor's fingers could feel his penis trembling in a certain way that told her he was on the verge of ejaculation, and she squeezed her own thighs together in excitement at the thought of what was to come. More and more passionately she rubbed the penis between her fingers, hungering in an obscene way for the sperm to shoot up from her patient's testicles.
Then, an instant later, it began to happen. Nancy felt the first searing droplets of the warm, blood-heated sperm come spewing up against her hand. Marcus felt a raw surge of power shoot through his own body, like he'd never experienced before in his life, and it seemed to the youngster that there was no end to the ceaselessly spurting sperm that continued to surge in great hot waves up from the tightly stretched sac of his testicles. He was a man, he thought deliriously, a real man, with a real woman's hungry hand rubbing his desire-exploding penis!
Then at last the boy sighed, his hips sinking in exhaustion down onto the office couch as the last drop of cum seeped from the little glans at the tip of his penis and ran in moist white rivulets along the flat plane of his belly and along the doctor's hand.
* * *
A minute later, Dr. Nancy Nicholson had stood up and was very professionally washing her hands with a special medical soap, and wiping her patient's now deflated penis with some white tissues. Her eyes were far away and her voice distant. Marcus gazed up at his doctor in amazement. Man, he just didn't know what to think! A minute ago she'd been rubbing his pecker like it was the best thing she'd ever seen, and now she was bustling him out of her office just like he was another snot-nosed kid! Women could sure be funny, he thought.
"Here's your physical form to give to Coach Farmington," she said, "and I do hope you boys have a good football season."
"B-but, Doc Nicholson...." Marcus stammered. He wanted so desperately to ask if he could come back and see her, wanted to ask if sometime, somehow, he could do it again. But her manner was so changed, and he was somehow afraid to open his mouth.
"Yes, Marcus?" Nancy asked.
""Oh, nothing. Thanks for the papers." Marcus walked over to the dressing room, put on his striped polo shirt and his Levi's, and in a few minutes he was outside the door, walking puzzled through the carpeted corridors of the Olympia Fields Medical Building, to the parking lot outside where Mrs. Kingsley would be waiting in her Pontiac.
Jeez, he thought to himself, women are sure funny about how they change. Marcus wished he could ask his mom about this, but he knew that the expensively-dressed and well-coiffed woman would not be too pleased by his confession.
"flow did it go with your doctor?" Mrs. Kingsley asked him as he opened the car door and flopped into the front seat next to him.
"All right, mom," he answered noncommittally, as she started the engine and they drove away. There was just no talking to his mom, he thought despairingly. He'd have to ask a man about man-to-man questions like this
CHAPTER THREE
The final class bell had rung, and all along the corridors of Rich Central High School laughing teen-agers were slamming their lockers, slinging cardigan sweaters over their shoulders, and grabbing those books which were absolutely necessary to bring home and study. The loud, milling crowd of boys and girls were slowly moving down the corridors and outside the main door, to walk across the school grounds and back to their respective homes.
Marcus Kingsley was not going home, because the freshman football team tryouts were in less than a week, and more than anything else in the world, he wanted to be on this team. He walked down a long corridor leading to the boys' gymnasium and locker rooms, his loafers shuffling against the polished tile floors, his mind pensive. When he got into the locker room, he changed his school clothes for football pants and jersey, and then, firm with resolution, the dark-eyed youngster slammed his locker, walked over to the door marked "Coach Farmington" and rapped smartly upon the door before losing his nerve.
Coach Farmington was smoking one of his special Russian cigarettes, and thinking with satisfaction about his girlfriend's fragrant pussy which he would be tasting this evening. After their drinks at the Jockey Club, they could drive down to that Frank Lloyd Wright house that had become a restaurant on the Kankakee River. He would have escargots, he was sure of that, and a Bordeaux wine, but for the main course he would have to study the menu again. Then a tart for dessert, and steaming cappuccino ... and then, his stomach satiated, they could drive off to the woods and satisfy other desires. Coach Farmington was an outdoor man, and he liked his lovemaking in the fresh air, where he could feel the rustle of leaves beneath his woman, and the chirping of the crickets....
There was a knock on the door, interrupting his reverie. "Come on in," he called heartily, wondering what sort of stupid adolescent problem he would have to cope with this time.
Coach Farmington was an imposing-looking man of thirty-nine, with greying hair and a penchant for young girls. At the moment his main concern was whether he should continue his career at Rich Central High School, an aptly named school filled with lush budding beauties hungry for experience, or whether he should move someplace where there was decent skiing. If he moved, he could always work on the local ski patrol, and give lessons, and there would be plenty of young women who felt their holidays would not be complete without a love affair with a ski instructor. Yet perhaps they would not be quite so young, and certainly not quite so innocent. Lionel Farmington liked virgins. It was a hard question.
"Good afternoon, Marcus," he said to the hesitant-looking youngster who stood in the doorway. "What can I do for you today?" The boy was already dressed for football, but was standing with a paper in one hand, embarrassingly scuffing one shoe a few feet from the coach's desk. Farmington let his smile fade away as he saw the deeply serious expression on the boy's face. "What's up, Marc?"
"I-I-I," the boy stuttered, then regaining control of himself, he tried again. "I brought you the physical form from the doctor."
"Oh, good," Lionel Farmington said, reaching out his hand to take the form from Marcus. "Good to have these in as soon as possible." He glanced down at the form in his hand, and frowned. "So you're going to that new lady doctor in town, huh?"
"Y-yes," Marcus answered, wondering how to bring up what he knew he had to ask.
"She's good?" Coach Farmington asked. "There's nothing the matter is there?" He scanned the form, noting the marks which Nancy Nicholson had put upon it.
"Uh, she's all right. It ... it isn't that, coach, but...." Marcus stopped, and then started again, desperation in his voice. "I hope you won't be mad at me about this."
Lionel looked inquiringly at his player. "Well, I don't think so, man," he said cautiously. "Why don't you tell us what's on your mind?"
"Oh," Marcus said, and his voice trembled, "I just don't know what to do!" His body was quivering, losing the battle with his mind to retain control at all costs. There were great dark rings underneath his eyes, resulting from a sleepless night after the stimulating and humiliating experience with Dr. Nicholson. He sure didn't know where to turn for advice-not his mom, not his strict father certainly. Some of the guys said that Coach Farmington knew all about women and Marcus, in desperation, had decided to talk with him. It had taken him all day to get up the courage, and he only hoped the older man could explain where he'd gone wrong to make his doctor so cold after it was all over. And maybe he could even explain to Marc what he needed to do to make things up to Miss Nicholson....
Coach Farmington smiled sympathetically at the youngster standing in front of him. His first guess was that the student had some sort of trouble about football, but then he knew instinctively that it had to be about women, knew by the look in the boy's eye. Well, puberty was always a hard time for youngsters.
"It's about a girl?" asked the football coach, but his question was more of a statement.
"Yeah, well, about a woman really. It's my doctor."
"What's wrong, then?" the coach asked. "She doesn't think you're in shape to play football? Or," he paused. "Or is it something else?"
"She ... she...." Marcus tried to begin.
Coach Lionel Farmington found the situation intensely amusing despite his real concern for the student before him. How great a cliche, how characteristic for a beautiful young doctor to come to town, and make little boys fall in love with her! Why, even he himself had been tempted to get to know the voluptuous blonde, although when he had endeavored to do so, she'd immediately rebuffed him and decidedly put him off, with talk about her career, and a woman's place in society, and such tripe. But he sure couldn't blame the boy, and he tried to keep from laughing as he spoke. "I don't think that's so strange, Marc. Doc Nicholson is a lovely woman, and I bet a lot of guys have the hots when she examines them."
"But-but it isn't just that," Marcus protested. "It's what I've done with her."
This statement made Coach Farmington sit up and take notice. "What you have done with her?" he repeated inquiringly.
"I ... I let her...." Marcus stopped, and then gathered his courage together to finish his sentence. "I was getting examined you know, for this physical certificate, and I got a hard-on."
Lionel Farmington swallowed his smile. "I am sure, Marc, that a beautiful and mature woman like Doctor Nicholson was not overly shocked by the sight of your penis, erect or not," he said. "I don't think an experienced doctor would even think twice about something like that."
"But she did." Marcus took a deep breath. This was proving to be even harder than he had expected it to be. "She did think twice about it. She started to play with my pecker!"
Coach Farmington was not easily shocked, but this statement took him aback quite a bit. "She did what?" he asked incredulously, his jaw dropping open in stunned disbelief.
"Please don't be angry," Marcus begged desperately, his fourteen year-old eyes filled with apprehension. "I know we're not supposed to be beating off a lot and all that, and we should save out vital energy for football, but really, I didn't ask her to do it!"
"You mean she just wanted to do it?" Coach Farmington spoke slowly, his words measured. "Why don't you tell me just exactly what happened?"
"Well, I was lying down on her couch, and she was doing my blood pressure or something like that, and then she started asking me these questions and...."
'As the boy continued to explain how the older woman had seduced him the previous afternoon, Lionel Farmington felt a seething curiosity and excitement building up in his muscular chest. My Lord in heaven! he thought. While he was fooling around with the sweet little pieces of ass who twitched about the halls of the high school, that stuck-up lady doctor was getting her jollies with little boys half her age! What was her trip anyway? he thought. Lionel had always considered himself to be a very good judge of human beings, but he had surely misjudged Doctor Nicholson, he guessed! As his young player related his story, Lionel felt his own well-used penis jerk underneath his tight-fitting trousers.
"... but then, Coach, as soon as I shot off, she was all cold and awful, and she was telling me to get dressed, just like she never wanted to see me again. Gee, I just don't know what happened! One minute she's rubbing my cock like she just can't get enough of it, and the next minute she acts like I'm a dumb kid and it's all my fault. Man, I just don't understand women, and I thought maybe you could, tell me what's wrong?"
Coach Farmington was slightly at a loss as to what to tell such a young adolescent. Of course, had he been in the student's place, when Doc Nicholson started getting all snotty and high and mighty like that, he would damn well have turned her on her belly and given her what she wanted. Given her what she was so obviously hungry for. But should he tell this child that? Again the memory of how Miss Nancy Nicholson had snubbed his advances galled his memory!
"Well, Marcus," he began, lighting another Russian cigarette, and searching for the most appropriate words. "I guess we're going to have to have a man-to-man talk about this. The way you tell me what happened, it sure doesn't look to me like you did anything you shouldn't have done. I'm sure your doctor wanted and enjoyed every single minute of playing with your penis. And you even say she was the one who had the idea in the first place!"
"She sure was. I didn't even want to for a long time." Marcus blushed. "I mean, my pecker wanted to, but I thought we'd better not."
"Well, women can be funny about these things, Marcus. I suppose it's something they're taught as little girls, that sex is something nasty that they really aren't supposed to want. Even though lots of women will say they don't believe in this anymore, that they think sex should be spontaneous and natural and even fun, they don't really mean what they say. Deep inside, they feel guilty if they ever let themselves go and enjoy something. They want to think they can never fall as low as men do, fall victim to their animal sides. So, after Dr. Nicholson did let herself go, and you saw her do so, and experienced her in her weakness, of course she felt guilty, and felt angry at herself for having done so. Don't worry, I'm sure she wasn't truly angry at you."
"But, Coach, I'd sure like to see her again. I mean, I think it would be nice to do some other things ... and maybe...." Marcus Kingsley was too embarrassed to go on.
"You mean you want to screw her?"
"I-I guess so. I've never screwed a girl." At this statement, the youngster blushed beet red all the way to his ears. "But she's such a nice lady, and I don't want to get her in trouble or anything. Please don't tell anybody about this!" Coach Farmington reached over to pat the youngster on the back affectionately. "No, I won't do anything to get Dr. Nicholson into trouble, and I guess I can do something to help you too. You see, your doctor was so flustered after that happened, that she never filled in your blood pressure on this form. So, if you want another chance, you should stop by her office Saturday morning and have her do this. Okay?"
"Gee, Coach, I didn't even notice that. I sure will go by then and ... and you don't think she'll be mad at me by then?"
"I don't really know, Marcus," replied the coach honestly. "But you'll have a fighting chance, just like any other man. And if I were you, Marcus, I'd keep this all a big secret, okay?"
"Sure! Sure I will! And that's swell-I'll go over there tomorrow morning!" Marcus's face was beaming, and he hurried out of the coach's office to join his peers on the football field.
Farmington sat back in his chair, smirking lewdly, his emotions smoldering. So right here in Olympia Fields, Illinois was his opposite, so to speak-the woman who wanted young boys as he himself wanted young girls. Just thinking of what that prim doctor had done to his football player made the hair on the back of Coach Farmington's neck bristle with perverse excitement. Of course he usually preferred his women young and innocent and not the child-molesting type, but maybe, just maybe, he'd make a little exception with Miss Nancy Nicholson! Yes, just as soon as he could, he thought he'd make a little expedition over to that fancy new medical building across town!
CHAPTER FOUR
All Friday evening Marcus Kingsley had had but one thing on his fourteen year-old mind. Tomorrow morning he was finally going to get a real piece of ass. As thrilling as it had been to have the Adolescent Specialist Doctor rub his little pecker until he exploded all over her hand, the act had left him, nonetheless, feeling incomplete. Because technically he was still a virgin, and he sure wanted to change that.
Dark-eyed Marcus was the first patient in Dr. Nicholson's waiting room on a clear and sunny autumn Saturday morning. He held the paper the doctor had given to him in his sweaty fist, clutching it as a symbol that would surely allow him to see Nancy, to allow him to clear up this misunderstanding between the two of them. Within a few minutes, the receptionist took him down the hallway, and let him into the blonde doctor's inner office.
Nancy Nicholson looked up in shock and surprise, feeling the memories of an incident she would just as soon block from her conscious mind, reach up to confront her. She'd thought about this all the past two days, and now she was tired of thinking about it. Seeing the attractive young boy so soon after she had humiliated herself by rubbing him off to his orgasmic release was something she was simply not prepared for.
But if Nancy felt uncomfortable at facing the youngster, he felt even more so at seeing his lady doctor. Marcus looked nervously down at the floor. "Uh, urn," he stuttered. "Uh, Dr. Nicholson, Coach Farmington says you forgot to write down my blood pressure."
God, thought the young boy to himself, just please do it and let me get out of here. His bravado about thought of seduction and increased passion fell at the wayside of his mind. All he wanted was to get away in one piece.
Nancy looked down at the paper, and the humiliation of Thursday afternoon came back in a huge wave to the young doctor. She remembered just what had happened instead when she was about to write down her patient's blood pressure, and now she could not even remember what it was!
A little voice of temptation whispered to Nancy. 'Just write down normal pressure,' it said. 'Don't bother to do it again; don't do it again or that terrible temptation will overcome you.' For Nancy knew that she had to refuse her wanton impulses with the young student, or she would be led down a path of real trouble. She had to refuse Marcus no matter how much she wanted him herself. By a most distant stretching of the imagination she might be able to at least partially justify Thursday's action, but nothing else, never again.
And another voice rose up and conquered her temptation. The voice of her professional integrity told Nancy sternly that she would have to do the blood pressure again, that there was no room for white lies or for easy solutions in the medical world.
"Sit down, Marcus," she said coldly, and we'll do it one more time." If Marcus Kingsley could hear his doctor's heartbeat or take her pulse, he would have known that her emotions were in conflict with her frigid tone of voice. But he could not do so and glumly he sat down on the chair while the voluptuously built blonde woman took out her instruments necessary for testing the youngster's blood pressure.
Nancy primly sat down next to the youngster, not the least trace of memory about their past experience together showing on her clearly cut features or in her distant eyes. She wrapped the apparatus around his arm and carefully watched the needle rise, took it off, and noted the correct figure on his medical chart. "All right. Marcus," she said primly. "I think this is enough for the coach now."
Marcus did not reply, and his doctor looked up at him sharply. There was a great tear running down his sun-bronzed cheek, and he sniffed a little, ashamed sniff. After all, he was only fourteen, and not used to the ways of the world, especially not used to older women acting passionate one minute and unfriendly the next minute.
Nancy's heart jumped when she saw him crying. And then-she just couldn't help herself-she walked over to the good-looking adolescent and put her arms about his body, snuggling his dark head against her most ample breasts.
"Marcus, why are you crying?" the doctor crooned. "Did I do something wrong?"
He sniffed loudly'.
"I don't know why ... why you were so nice on Thursday, and how you don't want anything to do with me!" Marcus was too upset to pretend he did not care.
"But Marcus, what happened then can't happen again. We can't go on like this."
"Oh," sniffed the young boy. "I don't want to do that again. I want to screw you, just like real people do."
Nancy was so taken aback that she did not know what to reply. She simply could not believe that these words were coming from the mouth of such a boy who had been reluctant even to allow her to play with his delectable penis a few days earlier. But, something perverse about what he had said made her catch her breath and feel a little tingle of desire building within her body.
"No," she gasped. "It cannot happen again. Everything has to stop! It's impossible! I just want you to go."
But even as Nancy Nicholson spoke, she did not take her arms away from the boy, and his head remained buried in the cushion of her bosom. Marcus could hear her strained breathing and feel the heat emanating from his doctor's body underneath the starched linen fabric of her uniform. Then, gathering all the courage he possessed, Marcus thrust his hand up to the heaving swell of one of her breasts, crushing his palm down hard against the straining mound.
"No, Marc!" she whimpered, looking down in a mixture of horror and excitement as the young boy shoved his body up against hers, his hand ruthlessly massaging the sensitively swollen mound of her breast. Then he reached quickly around the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his loins drove hard up against her softly inviting thighs and lie bounced suddenly onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against Nancy's sensuously parted lips and his tongue flicking wetly between them as his hand descended lower on the cleft firmness of her tightly rounded ass cheeks.
The young doctor could not believe what was happening to her. She clenched her eyes tightly against the uncontrollable sensations surging out through her softly voluptuous flesh. But the urgent kneading of Marcus's fingers into the sensitive firmness of her ripely clefted buttocks and the shocking pressure of his erected cock, straining against the tightness of his Levi's and thrust right up against her sensitive loins brought moans of lust and passion to her lips that she could not quell. Everything was confused in her mind. She wanted this beautiful smooth-skinned boy. God, how she wanted him, despite everything, and she was fast approaching the point at which she would no longer be capable of thwarting his advances.
But Nancy Nicholson knew she couldn't have an affair with one of her patients no matter how much she would secretly like to. That was out of the question and even in her current state of want she realized it all too clearly. The most she could do was tease herself with the fantasy for a few minutes longer, imagine how it would be and then somehow extricate herself from the difficult situation, content at least that she had not done anything she'd truly regret later.
Then Marcus began to suck and nibble even harder at her breast underneath the fabric of her dress and brassiere, and Nancy forgot all her rationalizations, all her thought processes. She let her mind focus totally on the wanton sensations the manipulations of his lips and hands on her body inspired in her, and her hand dropped down to caress his erect penis which had brought her so much pleasure less than forty-eight hours ago.
Then, suddenly the young doctor found herself fumbling with the zipper on her patient's trousers, found her trembling fingers pulling it down. She didn't care of the consequences now-she only knew she wanted to see his beautiful penis again, wanted to touch it again, wanted to kiss it. It was too obscene for words, but there it was. She wanted to kiss Marcus's erect little penis, and she could hardly wait!
"Oh, Dr. Nicholson," moaned the young patient, I can hardly stand it. I want to make love with you!"
"No," protested Nancy. "We can't do that ... you don't know what you're saying." Then, despite herself, words that she-could never have believed she would utter came to her lips. "But we can do something else," she purred. "I want to kiss your penis."
Before Nancy could stop herself, she was pulling the trousers down from her patient's legs, and he was all too willing to assist her by kicking off his shoes and socks. Then the well-built doctor pushed him gently but firmly back in the leather arm chair, his little cock standing up like a periscope on a ship.
For a long sensuous moment, Dr. Nicholson stared at the boy's glistening rod of budding male flesh while her eager hand reached out to caress it. She sensed her mouth and throat rapidly going dry, and then salivating lewdly at the erotically stimulating sight of it! Unable to control the sudden obscene urges she turned her head and planted a warm moist kiss on the inside of his smooth upper thigh. Nancy was surprised at her own lecherous boldness, but this innocent boy's lust-engorged shaft was the most arousing morsel of tender young flesh she could ever hope to spy! She knew she would hate herself for wanting to taste it, but at the moment only maddening thrills of perverted desire permeated her brain, and she could conceive of no greater pleasure than to have this boy shoot his fresh virile semen deep into her waiting mouth ... an unnatural craving which she would never have allowed a fully-grown man to even consider doing. Despite herself, she found that the mere anticipation of sucking on this adolescent's penis seemed to set her own loins on fire, in a maddeningly tingling fashion. Nancy felt as though suddenly, finally, she could understand the passion and sheer wanton desire which a normal woman felt toward her lover.
The blonde doctor leaned her head forward as though about to taste a rare morsel of delicate food, nibbling with her lips and teeth the firm smooth flesh of Marcus Kingsley's loins. She raised her face slightly, an expression of abandonment on her classical features. Without the least thought of reluctance, she reached out her tongue to lick with carnal enjoyment around the hairless base of her patient's cock. Using deliberately slow movements, she worked her wet pink tongue up along his quivering hardness, removing her fingers one at a time as she let her mouth take over their job. The pungent male tang tasted peculiar in her mouth, and its spiciness instigated maddened tremors of delight to course through her. Nancy could feel her breasts harden achingly, could feel her firm belly and quivering thighs ripple with the lustful sensations of desire.
Relishing her own wildly building excitement, Nancy planted moist kisses around the jerking cock-head and lewdly straining shaft, teasing the boy yet not actually taking his penis into her mouth. Then she closed her eyes, purring softly around the throbbing cock shaft, beginning to bob her head slowly up and down. She lavished the straining young erection 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 nearly resting upon the child's pelvis as she wormed her tongue into the tiny orifice at the tip of its rounded glans. Nancy was wild with the frenzied, never-before-experienced sensations churning in her 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 her own orgasm. The lust-obsessed blonde trailed her tongue to the back of his throbbing scrotum and along the wetly glistening shaft all the way to its bulbous head, and then she slipped her mouth down over it, as though it were an ice cream cone.
Marcus Kingsley groaned, his hips quivering as Dr. Nicholson tightened her lips around the hard-fleshed shaft of his penis, now taking almost the whole length of it into her warm moist mouth. He had never felt anything so good in his life, and he couldn't really believe his depraved doctor was doing this to him. He watched in transfixed excitement with his legs spread as obscenely wide as possible, the older woman laving away on his moistly pulsing glans with a maddening pressure of her lips.
Marcus could not resist thrusting his passion-clenched buttocks responsively up off of the leather chair, so as to shove as much as possible of his penis between her clasping lips. But she only seemed to grow the more excited by this rude violation of her mouth. Ruthlessly he shoved his desire-inflamed hardness into her yielding mouth, its head plunging down the full length of her tongue to embed itself so far in the back of her throat that he thought he would choke her.
Jeez, thought Marcus, watching his doctor's lips tighten like elastic around his throbbing erection as if it were a life-giving tube of oxygen. Just the sight of her lasciviously plunging mouth sucking on his pecker for all it was worth was enough to drive a guy wild! He'd heard of girls doing this to guys, but the only girls who did it were old whores, weren't they? And this was his own doctor, a lovely and well educated woman! Just the sight of his penis down there between her lips was enough to blow his mind! He felt an obscene and compelling desire to shoot his wad off right there in her mouth-but would she be angry then?
Part of Nancy's mind still madly rebelled at the perverse act which she was performing with such a total lack of shame. How could she possibly allow herself to do such a lewd and depraved thing with a child half her age? But then the very utter obscenity of the situation infused her mind, the wild and depraved picture of a thirty year-old female, in a doctor's uniform no less, kneeling between a fourteen year-old boy's naked thighs and sucking his sweet virginal penis like a lollipop! How terrible it was! How sick and vile! Yet these thoughts only served to further excite Nancy's passions. She could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, manifested most clearly in the violent upward thrusts of his hips that drove the palpitating head of his cock deeper and harder into her own mouth and throat, prompting even more distant sounding mewls of lustful submission to spew from her lips around the saliva slickened base of his cock. And Nancy abandoned the last of her guilt and doubt in the delirium of the moment.
With spontaneous urgency, the hotly excited doctor sucked with greater voracity at the madly 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 off right there in her wildly sucking mouth! She wanted to suck his virile seed all the way up from his smooth hairless balls and out through his childish erection, down her throat into her very belly! She wanted this erotic sperm shooting up against her pallet in bittersweet torrents!
Marcus stared down at his doctor's lovely features, all contorted out of shape with the fleshy rod of his cock stuffed between her lips. Obscenely hungry, her soft pink lips worked up and down over his glistening shaft. He jerked his naked pelvis up still more tightly to her face, until she was right up off the chair. Oh jeez! he thought. Oh crap almighty! I'm going to cum! His cock was about to shoot right in her mouth any second now, and he writhed his buttocks in lustful fury, jerking like a madman as he felt his hot cum erupting deep down in his testicles and shooting up the length of his aching penis to spew wildly out into the older woman's throat.
Nancy mewled out her joy as she felt the hot fluid exploding in her mouth. She gulped, and her Adam's apple bobbed in rhythm as she swallowed to keep from choking on the fresh-tasting pungent fluid. Her cheeks expanded like balloons to keep from choking on the huge surges that flowed without ceasing from the bloated head of his penis. She swallowed in eagerly milking gulps, fastening her lips still more tightly around the ejaculating male flesh to keep from losing a single drop of , the previous liquid. Small droplets of viscous sperm dribbled from the corners of her over-stuffed mouth. Then her boy patient's slender rod squirted the final dregs of his seething adolescent seminal fluid, and he collapsed back in the chair, satiated. Maddened by her own lust, Nancy continued to suck and nibble on Marc's deflated penis long after it had softened limply in her mouth.
At last Nancy allowed the softly deflated penis to drop from her mouth, and she sat back on the floor, dazed at what had just taken place. Her entire body and soul felt drained, lifeless. Somehow there was a perverse little smile about her cum-smeared lips, and a glow of satisfaction in her eyes ... she had conquered this child ... but in a few minutes, this was replaced by violent self-loathing and disgust.
How could she, Dr. Nancy Nicholson, have ever done such a terrible thing to an innocent and trusting child? She had surely corrupted his life forever, not to mention her own existence. What a perverted woman she was-one who should by all rights be locked away where her depraved cravings would be under control....
"Gee, Dr. Nicholson," sighed the adolescent with satiated pleasure in his voice, "That was sure a lot of fun!"
His words hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. Why, why, why had she just done this, screamed her mind. She got up quickly from the floor, her face blank and foreboding. "This was a mistake," she said coldly, "And Thursday was a mistake as well."
She paused for a minute. "I want you to forget any of this ever happened," she said, her voice almost threatening in its harshness.
The crestfallen boy looked up at his doctor. Again it had happened! Doc Nicholson had been sucking him like mad one minute, and then cold as ice the next minute. "All right," he said dejectedly, and got up from the chair to slowly put on his trousers. What was the matter with him anyway, he thought. He must have surely done something wrong ... or maybe his pecker just wasn't big enough. Shit, he'd have to talk to Coach Farmington about it ... but then she had just said he should not tell anyone.
Marcus' vulnerable adolescent ego was wilting visibly at the thought that he had not been man enough to satisfy this worldly and voluptuously beautiful female doctor. Nancy, although she refused to look at the lad, knew instinctively that this was happening, and yet she was helpless to do anything. It just had to stop, right now, and if she hurt Marc in the process, it was just too bad.
"Please don't tell anyone," she repeated desperately as Marcus picked the completed form off of her desk and opened the door to walk out. But even as her words warned him, the female doctor had a terrible and lewd nightmare surge up in her brain-envisioning the youngster bragging to all his friends about how he'd been sucked off by his doctor. Then dozens of young children would be coming to her with their flies open and their hard little penises shoving out between their zippers ... but was that a dream or a nightmare? She did not know.
Marcus nodded in silent agreement, and his feet shuffled as he walked down the hallway; Nancy watched until the main door into the waiting lobby had closed behind her retreating patient. And then the doctor looked around herself, feeling a deep and sickening despair. She felt a deep fear in her belly that perhaps it was too late ... that even if nothing ever happened again, she was doomed to the road to ruination....
CHAPTER FIVE
It was only by some miraculous force which Nancy Nicholson was not even aware that she possessed that she was able to last through the rest of the Saturday morning appointments. The young blonde felt as though she had turned herself over to automatic pilot, and a mere robot is performing the functions which the world considered Nancy Nicholson's. Finally, after what seemed like a week in sheer hellish torture, the miserable doctor was able to bid goodbye to her receptionist and drive her Volkswagen home to the spacious apartment which she shared with Louisa Goodman and Louisa's small daughter Clarissa.
When Nancy opened the door to the apartment which faced a woods and a small creek in one of Olympia Fields' exclusively private sections, she was numbly grateful for two things. First, she was grateful that today was Saturday, and that she only had appointments until noon on Saturdays; secondly she was intensely grateful that Louisa and Clarissa were away from home. In the doctor's depressed state of consciousness, she did not even wonder curiously where her best friend might have gone with her young daughter. She only wanted isolation, isolation and insulation. Closing the heavy wooden door behind herself, Nancy leaned heavily against a wall.
God, she thought dully, it just can't be true. The first time it had happened, she had rationalized away the reality by firmly resolving it could never happen again, but this time showed oh-so-clearly that she was totally out of control. Molesting children in her own office! Even eager and beautiful children like Marcus Kingsley.-there was absolutely no excuse, no easy white lie she could tell herself to cover things up. She thought she would go insane from the terrible self-knowledge which she now must carry about until the day of her death. Her mind was screaming at her: pervert! child molester! unfit to be a doctor! unfit to be alone on the streets! menace to society!
Oh God, oh God, oh God, thought Nancy Nicholson. She had to have some respite from this awful knowledge, for hard work would not sublimate it this time. She needed a drink.
Dr. Nancy Nicholson's fumbling hands poured herself a scotch and water. She tossed in a few
. ice cubes, banged the refrigerator door shut with her toe, and walked over to, the window seat to plop herself down and succumb to her misery. Dully, she stared out at the rolling lawn, which the apartment house gardener kept in impeccable condition. Two large cottontail rabbits were hopping about, surveying the lay of the land, and in the birdbath several robins splashed happily. It's all over, she thought desperately, and even the peaceful scene outside did nothing to still the ache in her soul.
Longing for annihilation, Nancy took long sips of her drink, and after a few drinks the potent fluid began to take it's effect on her body and mind, and she began to relax a slight bit. The apartment was quiet and peaceful, quiet as a tomb perhaps, but certainly a relief from the hurried and noisy world outside. It was enough for Nancy that at the moment there was silence around her, and she took still another deep swallow of her scotch, which by now was nearly all scotch with only a token drop of water and no ice cubes at all. She savored the fiery taste as it warmed her throat all the way down to her stomach. But while peace surrounded her, she was unable to still her mind, in which the roaring breakers of stormy emotions crashed with a fury all their own.
Nancy was simply incapable of shaking off the terrible memories of her wanton behavior that morning, coupled with her lewd performance two days ago. She recalled with living color intensity just how she had deliberately seduced little Marcus Kingsley until she had devoured his virgin penis in the depths of her craving throat, until she had destroyed his innocence with the mad lappings of her evil tongue. Her body-that terrible traitorous mass of flesh-had awakened, roaring like a forest fire in a virgin woodland, corrupting and destroying everything in its wake, merciless, uncaring. There was simply no excuse, no justification, and even the alcohol, which was making her stumble a bit as she refilled her glass again and again, was hardly a true respite.
How could she ease her dreadful burden of wanton guilt? Nancy trembled with an unquenchable sort of shame, feeling slightly ill, with alcohol, coffee, and young male semen the only things she had consumed the entire day. She was going to get drunk, and she didn't care in the least-if her whole life was a failure, what difference did it make if she got drunk as a sailor, or sick as a dog, or anything else at all? There was a faint sense of relief and light-headedness to be found in the bottom of the bottle, and even that small relief was enough to keep the good-looking lady doctor drinking. It was not enough, but at least it was something.
Stricken with shame and self-disgust, Nancy finally turned away from her window seat, as the darkness began to fall. Surely Louisa and her little girl would be home at any moment, and the last thing Nancy wanted was for her best friend to see her in this weak and disgusting condition.
Staggering a little, whether from the torment within her mind or the liquor swirling through her bloodstream, Nancy propelled herself down the hallway and into her bedroom, her bottle of scotch firmly clutched against her ample bosom. She would go to sleep, she thought, sleep and sleep and sleep until she could sleep no longer. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of self-disgust and self-pity, but there was little she could do to stop them. Once inside her bedroom, she opened a window to let in the fresh and cold autumn air, then stripped off her doctor's uniform and her brassiere and panties, throwing them heedlessly into a corner of the room.
She sat upon the bed then, looking down at her naked flesh. For some reason, she had expected it to appear differently, to seem sullied and trampled upon as a result of her humiliating , experience with the adolescent boy. But apparently it had not changed-it was the same smooth and virginal body which she dressed every morning and undressed every night. Nobody could ever guess, by glancing at her, that she had seduced a mere child, first with her eager hand, and next with her hungry mouth. With rapt fixation she gazed upon her nude form in the mirror across the room. And then in her alcohol-drugged mind, she could feel Marcus' small hands caressing her body, squeezing her melon-like breasts, rubbing along her belly down to where the golden hairs of her pussy began ... it was horrible and depraved, of course, but her body was begging unreasonably for SEX.
Sex, she thought drunkenly. Sex is what I always avoided before, what only my own dirty fingers did to my body, when no one could see what I was doing. But now something had broken inside of the female doctor, and she was realizing that her whole femaleness was crying out for release and passion. And it had been a fourteen year old boy who had unchained all these longings which had simmered below the surface for so many, many years.
God, she thought, I want to make love to him. But even the thought of her desire convinced Nancy still the more deeply that she was wicked and depraved. Want it as she might, it could never happen again-only the memory of one wanton afternoon would remain to excite her when she rubbed her eager fingers in her own untouched pussy. Would it be enough? she wondered. Just the memory of his slender penis was enough to send mad tingles throughout her body, and make her breasts heave before her very eyes.
No, never again, she thought with alcohol-clouded resolve. It must never, never happen again, because if it ever did she would surely end up in bed, making passionate sexual love with a mere teenager. Nancy thought determinedly that never, never, never could she allow such a disaster to strike.
No longer even bothering with a glass, much less water and ice, Nancy took another slug from her bottle of scotch. Some of the liquor spilled in a thin rivulet down the corner of her mouth, just as Marcus' sperm had spilled earlier today, but she did not notice or care. She drank deeply, wanting the strong liquor to soothe her raw open wounds, and then felt a vast dizziness take hold of her entire body. Some of the dreadful pressure seemed to have abated under her chosen depressant, and by this point the young doctor felt more lethargy than she did misery. Although it was still only early evening, Nancy felt she had lived several years in the past two days, and that she needed to sleep. Indeed, she needed to crawl into that bed before the strong alcohol which was now making her feel so dizzy caused her to pass out entirely.
Unsteadily, the blonde doctor navigated over to her large bed and, fumbling awkwardly, she let her naked body collapse tiredly upon the covers. Within a matter of a few seconds, she was asleep, sprawled nakedly with her legs apart in an obscene position, and her head upon the pillow.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy had not the slightest idea of how much time had elapsed since she had passed out, and now she was only vaguely aware of what was causing her to wake up. It was very late at night by then, and her brain was thick and clouded as a result of the alcohol and the sleep. Thus, her shame and self-degeneration were not directly at the surface of her consciousness, but buried somewhere that they were not too painful. She whimpered slightly, a formless nightmare still somewhere in the cloudiness of her mind, and a film of sweat over her skin. She felt the shaky calm which comes at a certain stage of drunkenness.
What was this sound waking her, she wondered. Footsteps, was that it? And then a soft voice, "Are you all right, Nancy?"
But to Nancy the words were only formless comforting sounds. Steps padded toward her bed, but she could not be bothered to open her eyes and see whose steps they were. She lay half listening, unwilling to open her eyes. An unidentified fear crossed into her brain, but filtered its way out before it had a chance to take over.
Someone sat down heavily on the bed beside her, and a cool hand reached out to caress Nancy's forehead. "Don't worry," said a voice. "It's only Louisa."
Only Louisa, her roommate and best friend. God, thought Nancy's befogged brain, why does she have to see me like this? But still the drunk and sleepy doctor did not speak.
Louisa looked shrewdly down at her friend, and the more experienced young woman summed up the situation mentally before Nancy even opened her mouth. "You didn't have a good day," she asked, more of a statement than a question. "Listen, I don't want to meddle, but I think maybe it would help if you talked to me about it. Maybe I can help...."
Louisa's voice sounded so full of genuine compassion that Nancy was ashamed of her first feelings of irritation. Probably her friend was right ... she knew she shouldn't keep things bottled up inside her. And, too, perhaps Louisa had some good advice to offer to her....
"Well," she began, "no, I guess it wasn't exactly a good day." Her voice was coherent now, and only a little bit slurred by the alcohol.
"I've never seen you this way, so distraught and upset like this," continued Louisa. "Maybe you were having a nightmare, but it's all right now. Just tell me about it."
Nancy shook her head convulsively, then the tears she'd been trying so hard to hold back rushed to her eyes and her bare shoulders began to shake with uncontrollable sobs.
Moving closer to her weeping friend, Louisa began to stroke and massage her trembling back, her skilled fingers caressing the tensed muscles. "Don't cry, Nancy ... it's going to be all right ... It can't be as bad as all that."
"Oh," moaned Nancy, her voice out of control. "Oh, Louisa, you just don't understand. It is as bad as all that. In fact, it's even worse!" Tears trickled down over her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Louisa moving closer to her on the bed, and could hazily sense the other woman smoothing the silken strands of her long blonde hair.
"Tell me about it, dear," came Louisa's honey-smooth voice. "Don't be afraid. It'll just be a secret between the two of us, I promise. I'll never tell anyone."
And. at Louisa's gentle words, Nancy did want to confess everything, to move her burden of guilt onto her friend's creamy freckled shoulders.. Of course, she had promised herself fervently that no one would ever know the dreadful truth, but perhaps the alcohol, or simply the human need to communicate, loosened her resolve. Her words broken by sobs, sparing not a terrible detail, she told her roommate just what had taken place that afternoon a few days ago, and then again that very morning.
"You know," said Louisa when Nancy had finished, "There's nothing wrong with what you wanted to do with Marc, and what he wanted to do with you. I'm sure any man would love it when you sucked his big thick penis. You just have to be careful about your job, dear."
"B-but it is wrong!" Nancy blurted out. She realized uneasily that lewd tinglings were happening down in her belly again, and she could feel her pussy lips throbbing against the coolness of the bed. But the only thing that was happening was that dear Louisa's fingertips were massaging around her forehead and temples. A calming euphoria began to flow through her ... it did feel nice. Then she jerked her head up with a shocked gasp as she felt the sympathetic redhead's fingers moving down to massage her buttocks and the backs of her sensitive thighs.
"Wh-what are you doing, Louisa?" she blurted out, rolling her curvaceous naked body away from the other girl's massaging hands.
"I'm just rubbing you to help you relax, honey," soothed Louisa. "I just want you to learn how to enjoy your body, so you'll be as happy as I am."
Nancy felt as though she were in a dream, with her friend intoning quiet words hypnotically, and making strange kneading motions along her body.
"This will make you feel better, Nancy," whispered Louisa's seductive voice in the doctor's ear. "Back rubs always help people feel better ... and feel closer to each other too. I used to be a professional masseuse, you know."
A little warning voice in the back of the naive virgin's brain was giving her a signal that Louisa's touch was far too intimate, far too erotic. But she felt too good to protest. Her body, already stimulated by her erotic experience that morning, reacted at once to Louisa's skillful fingers, and the pleasurable sensations which coursed through her warm flesh were too intense to resist.
Louisa Goodman had always been enamored by the sight of female nakedness, and now as she looked down at the naked blonde doctor, she could feel her own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her clitoris hardening with mounting desire. She could feel her nipples grow engorged with blood and tingle against the light flannel fabric of her nightgown. She knew she had the power to show her friend how lovely and tender sex could be-whether with a man or with another woman-if only she had the courage to try....
"You have a beautiful body, Nancy," the dazed doctor heard the redhead murmur, and she shivered slightly at the feel of her friend's hair brushing against her own neck. "You're so soft and lovely ... no wonder Marcus wanted you ... wanted to make love to you and kiss you all over...."
Quivering in an erotic sort of fear, Nancy wanted to open her mouth and protest against this most suggestive sort of massage, but when she tried to do so, she could only mewl in pleasure. It was just as it had been with Marcus-her body left the stern pilot of her mind and soared out of control, operating entirely in its own dimension.
Suddenly the red-headed girl could no longer fight the desperate urges she felt burning through her flesh. She loved touching other women and loved as well to receive their touches in return. It was a very different sort of desire than what she felt when she was with a man and felt his penis grow long and thick with desire to be inside her ... a far more subtle pleasure. Women really could only understand each other's bodies, Louisa firmly believed, and could bring each other the sort of rapture which a man's touch could never approach. She loved female skin nakedly against her own-it felt so soft, so resilient, so silken-and just the thought of it excited Louisa so much that she pressed her legs closely together, and deftly wriggled her flannel nightdress's loose folds up over her arms.
Beneath the flannel, Louisa's breasts stood up firmly against her milk-white, gently freckled skin. Her heart pounded lustfully as she inched closer to her roommate, trembling with excitement and desire.
"Louisa, what are you doing?" whimpered Nancy, but the innocent blonde offered only token resistance as her friend's hand ceased to massage her stiff back, but cupped her breast with unmistakable intent. "Nooooo," she murmured, but it was nearly a moan of delight, as her body instantly began to respond to Louisa's kneading touch.
Nancy trembled upon the bed, unable to remove her friend's obscenely suggestive hands, unable to understand. She held her eyes tightly shut, somehow believing that nothing immoral could happen now if she did not look at it. It's making me feel better, she thought, it's therapeutic. A little nagging voice was saying that it was not merely therapeutic, but nasty and evil, but that voice soon lost its way in the drunken maze of Nancy's mind, and the tendrils of wanton sensation that were budding and m
. I flowing all around her nakedness seemed to overwhelm these unpleasant thoughts.
It just felt too wonderful to let negative thoughts interfere with the physical joy, and even when Louisa's soft fingertips began to tease at Nancy's tautly tingling nipples, she did not open her mouth to protest. Only a massage, she thought, only a cure and I need a cure so badly.
Then all cogent thoughts disappeared entirely from the virgin doctor's mind as she felt her friend's provocative hands moving with a most tantalizing slow motion down over her naked breasts, and then lower still to caress her belly.
Involuntarily, Nancy let out a little moan of lust. Louisa's fingers were now trailing down, ever so slowly, to the sparse curls mantling her trembling cuntal mound. Her flesh untensed with the touch, and automatically her thighs fell open, submitting gradually to the thrilling new sensations. Unwittingly she responded to the stimulating attention, and her frustrated body, still smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of that morning's lewd affair, trembled with yearnings.
"You like that?" whispered Louisa, "don't you, honey? Doesn't that feel good?" Her voice crooned in such a way that Nancy could not possibly reply in the negative. Then, without warning, she slipped her middle finger down farther toward the curl-fringed slit of Nancy's naked vagina.
"Oh no!" gasped Nancy. This was just too much for the generally prudish doctor, and she pulled her thighs tightly together, attempting to stop the fervent redhead's hand from violating her most secret parts. However, this action only resulting in trapping Louisa's inquisitive fingers the more tightly between Nancy's quivering legs. "Oh please, Louisa," she cried pitifully, "Oh stop!"
But Louisa had no intention of stopping. Her perverted passions seethed hot and urgent, and her hands, not heeding her roommate's cry, continued to massage Nancy's firm breasts with practiced gentleness, until the buxom blonde moaned with unwilling response to her stimulating attentions.
"Don't worry," murmured Louisa. "Aaaaal right, everything's going to be juuust fine." Her voice was slow and hypnotic. "You're all tensed up sweetie, and Louisa's going to massage it to make you feel good everyplace." Her hands teased at her friend's naked breasts, first at one erect nipple and then at the other. Simultaneously, she slowly slid her middle finger back and forth along the moistening slit of the doctor's futilely resisting cuntal furrow. With delicate and sensual strokes she massaged the soft outer lips, bringing an unmistakable sigh of ecstasy from her blonde friend.
"Nooooo ... oh, oh, oh you mustn't! Oh, we mustn't!" whimpered Nancy. "Oooooooooh!" She sighed, in undeniable arousal, lying helplessly on her own bed as her experienced roommate deftly caressed her flesh. Her fingers gently teasing over the smooth skin of Nancy's body. Louisa teased her to respond until the point where all shreds of resistance would fall away.
Louisa's skilled middle finger located the pulsing bud of her friend's clitoris and began to circle around it with gentle rhythmic motions until the tautened muscles in Nancy's thighs grew loose and pliant again. Then Louisa slipped her hand down between Nancy's smooth legs to slowly tease them apart, until at last they spread wide in relaxation. Finally they fell apart, and she could imagine, in the darkness, the glistening petal-shaped slit of Nancy's pussy, and a lewd erotic thrill ran through her flesh at the thought of it.
Louisa obscenely circled her finger around and over Nancy's clitoris, first quickly, then in a slower motion, and she was turning her friend's body into one formless mass of tingling sensual pleasure. Then Nancy felt her roommate's thigh raise and one of her slender shapely legs entwine about her own hip. And next, before she knew what was happening, Louisa began slithering slowly down over Nancy's quivering body, placing herself between the dazed brunette's unconsciously spreading thighs.
Nancy nearly choked on her breath as she felt her friend start to softly kiss her naked white thighs. She tried to stop Louisa, tried to pull her legs defensively together, but she had somehow lost control of her own desire-hungry flesh. Defenselessly her legs opened in surrender ... this just could not be happening, she thought. But it was.
Obscenely, redheaded Louisa bent between the unresisting blonde's open legs. She sucked in her breath as she felt the first electrifying touch of Louisa's pointed tongue. It flicked forward, its teasing tip moistly caressing the tiny bud of Nancy's clitoris. Then, before the terror-stricken woman could protest, she had spread the swollen lips of Nancy's pussy wider still and thrust her wet tongue deep up into the moistness of the blonde's vagina.
A long low moan of humiliation burst from the blonde doctor's parted lips. "Oh, don't, don't--don't do that...." she groaned over and over. But Louisa paid no heed; her tongue obscenely thrust its way in and out of the dilating lips of Nancy's cunt. Despite her very real sensations of shame and horror, more wisps of forbidden pleasures were beginning to ripple up and down inside her still-drunken body. Her firmly rounded breasts jiggled as her friend buffeted her back and forth, and tingling sensations stabbed up from the tight fleshy slit of her smooth-skinned vagina.
Still whimpering in protest, Nancy tried unsuccessfully to screw her buttocks away from the hotly flickering tongue which teased its merciless way down the path of her nakedly splayed cuntal hole. But the delicious passion was too much to resist, and the aroused woman did not struggle very hard. Invadingly insistent, the tongue thrust still deeper into the quivering sheath of Nancy's vagina; and then the agile redhead moved her own body around. She pressed her legs tightly to Nancy's shoulders, her widespread thighs over the doctor's face. She began to orally fuck the yielding cunt faster and faster, sliding her tongue far up into the clasping channel, revelling in the unintelligible sounds which fell from between Nancy's lips. Licking and sucking wildly, Louisa could feel the soft silkiness of Nancy's pubic curls grazing against her cheeks.
Moaning with mounting desire, despite herself, Nancy could not stop her body from responding. Her firmly rounded thighs arched upwards against Louisa's face and began to grind against the stimulating tongue. Her wavering thoughts of rightness and wrongness fell away, and she let her thighs fall still further apart, giving Louisa's arousing tongue easier access to the wet trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. Despite her feelings of aversion for such perverted practices, Nancy found herself clutching at her friend's slender ass-cheeks, and found her own face tangling in Louisa's soft red pubic hair. Shame and abhorrence coursed through her body as she did so, but the desire was simply too potent to resist.
I can't do it, she thought desperately. I've already done so many terrible things I can never forgive myself for ... I just can't do this as well!
But she did not stop. Sensuality and pounding excitement were stronger than the blonde doctor's feelings of reluctance. Tentatively her lips and her tongue burrowed into Louisa's soft vaginal slit, until she was breathing the soft aroma of aroused female, from the heated loins just over her face. Her own pussy ached, craving release, and her mouth opened and closed of its own accord, until it came to settle on the tender pink flesh of Louisa's cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Louisa moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Nancy, my sweet, that's it! There! Don't move! Oh, baby, lick me, lick me!"
And Nancy licked, hungrily sucking at the younger woman's little clitoris, teasing with her pointed tongue, kissing and licking the trembling furrow of Louisa's vagina. Greedy with abandonment and lust, she ran her tongue the full length of the slit of Louisa's buttocks. eagerly lapping around her tightly-clenched anus, over the fluted lips of her cunt, around the bud of a clitoris at the top of her pubic mound. And, as she did so, her roommate-lover did the same thing to her own hungry cuntal flesh. Relentlessly the tongues flicked between the two girls' widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl their way deep into urgently gripping vaginas. Nothing mattered now as they jerked spasmodically together, revelling in the sheer ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch of their naked flesh. Deeper and deeper still the heated tongues impaled into the delicious piquancy of hungering female cunts....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Judd Reiner was spending the evening sitting in the cocktail lounge of the Olympia Fields Country Club, watering his misery with dry vermouth. Why, the attractive man wondered, his heavy brows knotted together over his azure-blue eyes, had he had to go and fall in love with a frigid woman like Dr. Nancy Nicholson? It wasn't was though he had any trouble finding willing young beauties to jump into bed with him; it wasn't as though he lacked for intelligent companions to talk with; it was some inexplicable thing he could not figure out, and he had decided to just get drunk.
Already it had been two days since Judd had seen Nancy, since Nancy had told him in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in his lovemaking. But he had been the one to walk out that day ... and he had been the one spending all Friday and Saturday in his spacious apartment, waiting for her to telephone him.
He'd wasted two damn days already, he thought, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, just because of his pride. For once in Judd's life, he'd wanted Nancy to apologize, and he'd been prepared to wait for just as long as it might take for her to do so. But two days sitting alone in his apartment, the telephone a silent mockery on the foyer table, no one to talk with besides his English setter bitch, Winifred, had begun to drive the gregarious computer consultant slightly out of his mind. Needing a change of scene, he had finally come here to the club, to sit among the divorced men and the younger bachelors, staring morosely at his ever-full glass of vermouth.
Shit, he thought bitterly. Why do I even waste my time on that bitch? His mind conjured up visions of all the sweet young girls he could have, if he'd only give them a chance. But no-like a total masochist, he'd wanted Nancy Nicholson from the first time he'd set eyes upon the lush blonde beauty. Every time they were together, his loins throbbed with his sexual desire to possess her, and when, in frustration, he vented his lust on other, eager women, it was always a bit of a disappointment. He just had to have Nancy-that was all there was to it!
Judd was too vain to even consider the fact that perhaps Or. Nicholson was not as divinely immersed in his bronzed muscular body as he was in her curvaceous figure. No, it must be just some up-tight virgin instinct that was keeping her so cold ... and the only way to solve this would be to awaken her sexually. Once she'd had his experienced cock twisting around inside her untouched pussy, she'd be begging for it! Shit, he knew she'd be a sensuous gal once he woke up her slumbering body ... he could tell just by the way she walked, the way she stroked his dog's head ... and just thinking about the promise hidden inside her made Judd's penis ache with pent-up desires.
She's only just across town, he thought, but again and again he pushed the thought from his mind, willing the woman he craved to come to him. Rudely he banged the glass down on the counter, and the bartender hastened to refill it. Judd drank a bit more, but even alcohol could not take his mind away from the lewd, throbbing pain in his cock and swelling testicles, and his avid lust for the petite, full-breasted blonde whom he thought he loved. Where was she now? he thought. Sleeping probably, her soft hair all over the pillow, her face gentle and innocent, her body relaxed and willing.
Oh God, he thought. She's at home alone, in bed alone!
Shit, thought Judd Reiner, how much can a man take anyway? He had to have her and to hell with the consequences! To hell with his pride! Once he caught her in bed and rammed his clever penis up inside her, she'd either be begging for it so he couldn't even give her enough, or it would really be over-at least it would be decided, one way or the other. And, being a vain man, Judd was sure that it would be decided the first way!
The dark-haired man swayed just a little bit as he climbed off the bar stool and paid his bill, then walked out to the parking lot to start up his Alfa Romeo. Nancy Nicholson's apartment was just across the main road and down some winding back streets, in the wooded section of town, and Judd hoped no local police were driving about, stopping intoxicated drivers. He straightened his shoulders and tried to think soberly and positively as he maneuvered his way to her home.
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The shamelessly aroused roommates were so totally absorbed in their licentious wildness that they neither saw nor heard the soft and surreptitious sound of the bedroom door opening.' Nor did they look up to see the bronzed, muscular Judd Reiner standing there, his mouth open in surprise.
My God in heaven, thought the slightly intoxicated man, holding onto the doorway for support, just look at the way they're sucking each other off! He felt faint with shock-Nancy Nicholson, the prim and proper virgin doctor, with her long trembling legs wrapped about another girl's head, and her own head burrowing into the furrow between another girl's thighs! It was just too much to believe!
His legs wide apart, Judd stood there, breathing heavily, smelling faintly of vermouth, tobacco, and his expensive suede jacket. As though frozen to the spot, he continued to gape in wonderment at the two women writhing obscenely on the bed. His eves were wide with shock; here was his precious Nancy, his precious virgin Nancy, fooling around behind his very back with her roommate! What a terrible, liar she had been, and what a sucker he had been to believe her stories about purity and respect for her body, and not spending her precious energy in gross physical pursuits!
Judd Reiner's ego whimpered like a hurt puppy, as he watched the girl he thought he loved. When he came to the apartment and knocked gently, he had not been too surprised that no one had come to the door; after all, it was quite late at night and both Nancy and her roommate had to get up early for their respective jobs. But then, when he had opened the door and quietly entered the foyer of the apartment, Judd had instinctively known that something was very wrong. Unmistakably from Nancy's bedroom, came weird noises and whimpers. For a few minutes he had stood outside motionless, wondering if dear Nancy was perhaps crying, wondering if he could help or should retreat. But then he'd pushed the door aside just a little bit, so that he could see-and his heart leaped in his throat with shock!
For there was Nancy-and there was her pretty roommate Louisa hunched on top of her! Transfixed by the sight, he watched with dazed amazement. His eyes locked on the well-formed breasts of the blonde woman's chest, and his mind screamed out at the irony that, the first time he should see them, another woman was on top of her! It was unfair! It was unbelievable! It just could not be true! He would believe anything about her sexy redheaded roommate, but not about his Nancy ... what could that little bitch have done to turn his woman into a lust-deranged ball of passionate flesh?
Judd Reiner's male ego was wounded to its very depths. Sure, he'd been around some. He'd even been at some parties that were damn close to being orgies ... but this was different. Why would any women want to be sucking each other like they had cunts made out of candy, when he was around, when he was able and more than willing to satisfy them in whatever way they might desire? Why, he should just turn around right now, leave them to their nasty perversions, and thank the gods in heaven that Nancy Nicholson, that cheating bitch, had never agreed to marry him! But he couldn't do it ... he couldn't move from where he stood ... this was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen in his whole life!
Although he didn't talk about it very often, the blue-eyed man had always been a dedicated pussy-eater, ever since he'd first learned such a technique existed, looking at an older boy's pornography collection when he was a teenager. But, especially nice girls from good families, the women he met all seemed to think that licking their cunts was dirty and immoral and a perversion. Very seldom did Judd meet a woman who really wanted him to go down on her ... but obviously the two women in front of him were enjoying having their pussies licked. And another suppressed fantasy came to his mind ... a fantasy of himself with two women!
He'd never done it-he'd never in his life met two lesbians who also liked men ... ,and Judd found himself trembling nervously in open-mouthed awe, viewing the naked bodies of his girlfriend and her roommate writhing in wild abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an obscene exhibition, and he began to feel his penis harden to monstrous readiness in response to the sight. Just the sight of the two girls locked together in their moistly aroused perversion made him respond excitedly. He could see, from the dim light he'd turned on in the hallway, the redhead's mouth buried against Nancy's writhing cunt, and he could even see the lips of the female doctor's pussy clasping hungrily around Louisa's intruding tongue. Hypnotized, Judd watched as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down Louisa's teasing tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappeared back again as Louisa thrust up between Nancy's legs. His eager eyes moved along Louisa's undulating body to her tight round buttocks and quivering thighs where they hovered over the other girl's face. It was obvious, to the shocked boyfriend, that his Nancy was sucking Louisa's red-haired pussy with equally fervent delight. He could see her hands digging into her friend's buttocks in an effort to pull the younger girl's loins deeper still on her face.
My God, thought Judd incredulously, Nancy was sure one hot little bitch! Never in his wildest dreams about how he would someday make it with her, had he thought she'd turn on like this!
The erotically inspired rejected suitor sensed that his penis was growing stiff and hard against the front of his corduroy Levi's, and it throbbed insistently against the zipper. His breath seethed as he watched with gaping mouth and wide eyes that were riveted on his girlfriend's cuntal lips. They gleamed wet and inviting from Louisa's impassioned tonguing, and the fantasy of that eager cavity filled by blood-engorged penis caused it to grow even larger with desire. Sperm bubbled menacingly in his lust-distended testicles as Judd contemplated the enticing prospect of ramming his aching pole of flesh up in the sweet hole where the redheaded girl's mouth now was. It just didn't seem fair for another girl to be enjoying it all!
Judd Reiner's eyes did not for a moment leave the enticing sight on the bed, but one of his hands dropped to his crotch to pull down his zipper and release his desire-constricted cock. His blood-swollen erection protruded then, jutting out from his loins. Lightly he began to stroke it, pulling the foreskin back from the blunt head, causing his seminal fluids to build and build in his pulsating testicles while his eyes did not for a moment leave the two lewdly writhing females.
Her passions out of control, Nancy thrust her tongue deeply up in Louisa's vagina, and reached down to play with her roommate's swollen breasts, while at the same time her own cunt dilated hungrily. Relentlessly invading, the redheaded girl's own tongue lashed at Nancy's clitoris, licked and sucked every place in her throbbing pussy. The wildly aroused blonde doctor panted explosively, sensing that she was just around the corner from a violent climax, and her thighs tensed, striving to bring Louisa's stimulating mouth even closer ... even tighter to her trembling cunt. Louisa gasped above her, straining for each breath as her practiced tongue lashed wildly in her friend's steaming cunt.
His azure-blue eyes bulging, Judd Reiner stared, and as he stared, his hand slowly massaged his burgeoning penis. His whole body was burning with passion, imagining his excited cock pressing deeply between Nancy Nicholson's parted thighs. It was just the right size, he thought, it would do so well where that lesbian's tongue was ... yes, it would just slither right into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot vaginal moisture ... yes, she was just about ready for his cock!
The shamelessly aroused women were too absorbed in their own passions to hear Judd Reiner pad softly across the floor, but with a sharp grunt he announced his arrival. He stood at the edge of the bed, his monstrous cock head in obscene readiness in his hand.
Nancy felt his hand touch her forehead, and she let out a little scream as she looked up from her revelry. "Oh no!" she cried. "Judd!"
"Were you expecting someone else, honey?" he asked, leering down at her perspiration-slick body, jerking his lust-inflated penis back and forth in his hand.
Nancy gazed up at him and moaned desperately. Why had this happened now? Why did he have to be there? But, suddenly, it just didn't matter! She ran her eyes over Judd's thickly distended cock, held in his hand like a hot poker, and for the first time in her life a grown man's penis looked strangely exciting! Let him watch us! she thought as the deftly licking tongue brought a rapturous feeling to her cunt. Let him watch everything! She was excited to an almost mindless peak of passion, and she just couldn't stop now.
Louisa writhed knowledgeably on top of the female doctor, and she mewled with savage pleasure, as laving tongue rubbed against heatedly aroused cunt. The two lesbianically crazed women ground against each other in relentless erotic repetition as Judd quickly shed his Levi's, shirt, shoes, and underwear, and crawled nakedly onto the mattress beside them. He sat down at the head of the bed and brought his hips on a level with Louisa's head and Nancy's fervent pussy, rubbing his long pulsating cock back and forth, just inches from the redhead's gasping lips.
"Yeeesssss, Judd!" breathed Louisa, neither upset nor perturbed by being interrupted in this way. "Your prick looks nice and hard tonight!" She took her mouth away from her roommate's cunt and, with an air of a gourmet tasting a particularly fine delicacy, closed her trembling lips softly around the entire blood-engorged head. Responsively, Louisa drew in her cheeks, holding the base of Judd's rigidly pulsing cock with one hand while she bent her knees and opened her slender legs as widely as possible for her roommate licking up between her thighs.
Nancy felt a stab of frustration as her roommate ceased to lick her pussy, and turned her attentions to the man who was supposed to be her own boyfriend. She watched as right beside her, Louisa began pulling her ovaled lips back and forth over the long fleshy cock. And then, without really considering the consequences, but unable to resist, Nancy rolled away from her position under Louisa's legs. She began to lick and gently bite the lower half of Judd's wetly glistening shaft. The young man groaned and slipped his eagerly throbbing hardness out of Louisa's mouth and into Nancy's. Tentatively, and then eagerly, the female doctor sucked at the pulsing instrument, and then she felt it pull away from her, felt the hot thickness slip from her lewdly ovaled lips and again into Louisa's sensual mouth.
"Oh, ... oh...." gasped Nancy in excitement. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but Louisa was taking it all so calmly, sucking hungrily on the lust-engorged penis.
Then Judd began to move back and forth, from one aroused woman to the other, setting up a rhythm between one warm soft mouth and the next. His hips twisted deftly as he moved between them, each girl taking her turn to hungrily kiss and suck at his long male thickness.
Then, with a guttural moan, Judd pulled his body away from the two wildly excited women, and crawled to the edge of the bed. Louisa's eyes were blissful with the glaze of a promise of fulfillment, and she moaned, "Oh, fuck me! Yes, Judd, fuck me!"
The sensuous redhead rolled over on her back and, a moment later, Nancy saw Judd eagerly fucking into Louisa beside her, could see his sperm-laden balls slap down hard against her friend's upturned ass-cheeks. Louisa moaned, lurched sideways, and kissed the young blonde doctor deeply on the mouth, her tongue running and squirming deep into Nancy's passionately willing throat.
Judd withdrew his glistening wet penis and he shifted his weight until his body was between Nancy's legs. She could feel his hot impatient cock slowly parting her saliva-matted pubic hair and pressing against her pulsating cuntal lips.
Nancy was too immersed by passion and confusion to be able to think clearly, but twinges of guilt reared their ugly heads. Was this the just retribution for being the sinful, child-seducing woman she had proved to be? Now it was the turn of the man she'd thought had loved her to crush and humiliate her, to fill her body with his gushing sperm, to degrade her in front of her best friend.
But the most, most terrible part of it was that Nancy was not lying on the bed in forced submission-she was loving it! Despite her best intentions, she was not fighting but accepting the lewd behavior of Louisa and Judd.
And then Judd Reiner was slipping his body tightly against hers and his arms were wrapped around her naked body. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock lewdly insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs between the crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks. He moved his loins hungrily against her pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink lips of her vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm cock-head against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal passage instigated teasing sensations unwantedly through her bloodstream.
She was about to lose her virginity, like it or not! "Noooooooo," the blonde doctor cried out in confusion, and waves of shame and fear washed over her. "Oh Judd ... please don't do this to me...."
Uncontrollably, Nancy sobbed, and with a rush of fear she tried to press her thighs together and thus deny him entrance to her trembling belly. But Judd would not be stopped. He clutched her shimmering white buttocks in one hand, forcing them still closer to his searching loins. His erected penis slid up along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the moist flesh between her swollen cunt lips and slipping up to her erected clitoris. Nancy's unconscious mind rebelled against the wild twisting and grinding motion of Judd's hips, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was producing with his sliding cock seemed to restroke the fire within the doctor's belly.
"Go on, Judd," Nancy heard Louisa's encouraging voice. "Give her a good fuck she deserves! Give Nancy the fuck she needs!"
Judd was only too eager to comply. He reached his hand down between their naked bellies and grasped his palpitating cock, moving it up to the tiny elastic opening of Nancy's recoiling pussy. Then he flicked forward, ignoring her moan of protest, driving his vengeful penis hard through the warm soft folds of her vagina, feeling the lips close unwillingly over the rounded head of his cock. Ruthlessly he humped his buttocks, all his latent pent-up frustrations pounding with his penis into the hole between her trembling thighs.
Nancy lay beneath her boyfriend, wincing at the unexpected pain, feeling her vagina forced apart, and her fleshy vaginal lips giving way beneath Judd's brutal pressure. Stung by the force of his thrusts, and by the terrible and undreamed of pain as her maidenhead was ruthlessly ripped away, she cried out for mercy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, dear God! Oh Judd! It hurts! Stooopppppp hurting me!"
But Judd Reiner was not to be stopped by the doctor's piteous wail. He was, indeed, elated to hear this naked woman crying out, and he endeavored to push his lustful penis all the more forcefully, in an effort to make her whine all the more. What a hypocritical bitch she had been anyway, he thought, refusing to let him within a foot of her, and at the same time rolling shamelessly about with another girl. He wanted to hear her cry out for him, that would be the next triumph-when he had convinced this proud woman that she did indeed need a man inside of her! This was Judd's fantasy of the ultimate punishment he could do to the girl who had deceived him in such devious ways! He did not cease to love Nancy, but by God, he was bound to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget.
He rammed into her virgin belly with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated penis all the way to its hilt in her fearfully cowering vagina. He felt his semen-bloated testicles slap resoundingly against her twitching inner thighs as she ground her squirming buttocks against his hand that once more had them imprisoned in its grip. She screamed out with pain and humiliation.
"Judd, stop it! Arrrrrggghhh, you're hurting me! Noooooo!" howled the impaled blonde, writhing helplessly under her lover. But his rampaging penis only burrowed deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Judd Reiner was revelling in his girl friend's cries of pain, and all the more so because Louisa lay next to him, stroking both his body and Nancy's body encouragingly. He might have stopped in mercy, had he been all alone, but the beautiful redhead was enough to keep any man going! The handsome man began a harsh revolving movement with his pelvis between the doctor's thighs, grinding his penis tightly into her helpless pussy, harshly shoving his way into the tightness of her virgin cunt. Then he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy, more and more urgently, thrusting and battering his muscular loins against her cringing vagina. Nancy was certain that her very body would be ripped in twain-it was too incredible that this giant wedge was raping its way into her very depths!
Faster and faster pumped the bloated head, beating against her never-before-touched cervix. Her teeth clenched, and her eyes tightly shut, Nancy lay still and stiff with pain and torment ... But then, trickling up from inside her nerve center of her agonized vagina, came a masochistic wave of repressed sensuality. It was beginning to feel good!
The tendrils of sordid arousal grew stronger and stronger, and the thought of her debasement only served to increase the repellent joy of being debased. She knew she did not deserve any better treatment, after what she had done with her young patient, and she did not want better treatment. The very helplessness of her situation, of her most loathsome plight, tingled her masochistic nature, and a low and wanton moan escaped unheeded from between her lips. Almost unconsciously the blonde doctor began to undulate her lush buttocks and squeeze with her cunt muscles the hard penetrating shaft of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her skewered loins.
"God!" she cried out, "oh God, what's happening? Oh Judd, fuck me! I'm going out of my mind!" Before she knew what she was doing, Nancy Nicholson found herself cupping her boyfriend's buttocks and pulling him deeper into her cock-hungry pussy. And then she remembered Louisa's presence on the bed as her redheaded friend rolled over and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the sudden heat of ecstatically masochistic sensations that were consuming her now. Nothing registered in Nancy's mind any longer, save the sheer wanton sensations created by Judd Reiner's plunging penis and her best friend's hands and mouth. Wantonly the young dentist rocked her body back and forth beneath her lovers.
"Oooooohhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up at the man she had refused so many times. "Oh fill me up, fuck me, fuck me!"
But then Judd pulled his pummeling rod of hard male flesh out of Nancy's vagina, and she cried out in disappointment as he turned to Louisa, with a loud sucking sound, his throbbing penis came away from her violated flesh, leaving her trembling on the verge of an orgasm that was now past. He turned and plunged his penis into the all-too-willing redhead.
Nancy could have cried out with disappointment, and with shame at herself for even feeling disappointment and not relief. But it was not over, for as Judd fucked his cock into Louisa's eager cuntal channel, his hands continued to massage Nancy's trembling swollen breasts. And then the young doctor realized that her boyfriend intended to fuck both of them, and practically at the same time!
The muscular dark-haired man alternated between the two violently aroused women's gyrating pussies for what seemed to be a blissful eternity. Nancy ceased to think of her shame; she ceased to think of her orgasm; the excitement was too intense for shame, too profound for ordinary climax. Blissfully otherworldly, the night seemed to go on forever. Now it was Nancy watching Louisa get fucked, staring across at her passion-drenched face as Judd skewered into the redhead's wildly fucking pussy.
And later it was Nancy, on an animal impulse, kneeling over Louisa's eagerly arching vagina and lowering her head to lick her friend's erect little Clitoris while Judd urged her on. Sensuously ecstatic, she sank her face down into Louisa's hungrily writhing cunt and licked and sucked for all she was worth. Behind her nakedly kneeling body, Judd grabbed the blonde doctor's swaying ass-cheeks and thrust his long thick cock far up into her wetly welcoming cunt again. She felt its searing tip soar up through her spasmodically working vaginal walls until it struck the tip of her cervix. It was just too much!
The sheer depravity of behaving in such an animal way, of being so sluttish, drove Nancy insane ... and there was absolutely nothing she would not do! Judd fucked into her from behind, forcing her face down between her roommate's widespread thighs, while Louisa seized Nancy's long blonde hair and ground her hips up, enveloping Nancy's cheeks and neck in a torturous thigh-hugging embrace that buried the girl's tongue to the depths in her wildly undulating pussy.
Next, Judd began to fuck into the kneeling young blonde's tight little pussy with body-jolting thrusts. Suddenly, like a crack of sizzling lightning, Nancy came! It was so abrupt, nothing like what she'd always expected it would be, and after the long, long time she had waited, it convulsed her flesh and mind in a sweet and intense pleasure. She fell limp, as though her body was melting, and she collapsed upon the bed.
But it wasn't over! Judd and Louisa were not about to allow Nancy to get away with one climax! Breathing hard, sweat trickling down his body, Judd continued to fuck into the blonde doctor even harder than before.
Louisa chanted encouragingly, rhythmically. "That's it, Judd! Fuck Nancy, fuck the living daylights out of her, just like she needs to be fucked!" Gleefully she urged him on.
Nancy felt she had turned into little more than a sex machine, and she didn't even care. Her voice joined her friend's voice, and both girls chanted, cried out, drove their man to greater and greater heights of wanton fucking. Even though the light of dawn had begun to seep into the windows of Nancy's bedroom, she felt wildly excited again, and she didn't want it to end.
And then Judd was cumming too! He roared and cried out, holding his blonde girl friend so tightly she felt she'd be crushed to death in his impassioned grip. Then she felt his hot gushing sperm splash deeply up into her hungrily milking cunt.
Then it was Louisa licking Nancy's cum-filled cunt, and it was Judd was encouraging the two lesbianically crazed women! "Come on Louisa! Suck her good, Louisa!"
Wilder and wilder the three orgiasts became. None cared what they did, none cared who was doing what to whom. All that mattered was the sheer sensation, the mad pleasure entailed in their actions. All sense of guilt vanished from Nancy's mind, and only an all-consuming lustfulness remained in its place. None needed to encourage her to suck on Judd's cock or to thrust her pointed tongue into Louisa's pussy. She was only too willing to do all these things and more lewdly forbidden ones ... only her own imagination was limiting her now, as her inhibitions were all lost.
Then, finally, Nancy found herself kneeling erect on the bed. Judd hunched up behind her, pressing his stiffened cock up against her resiliently fleshy buttocks. His hands reached around from behind and cupped her obscenely dangling breasts while Louisa, kneeling in front of her, was licking and sucking at her hardened nipples. Judd's hotly throbbing cock probed at the puckered ring of Nancy's anal passage, but he did not enter. The rubbery cock head pushed back and forth at the tiny hole, while Louisa's fingers slid underneath her belly to slide up into her sperm-drenched cunt.
But Judd realized then that the orgy was over. His penis was hard, but not hard enough to shove its way through Nancy's tiny anal opening. Bright sunlight poured into the room, heralding a new day's beginning, as the three nakedly perspiring figures finally fell onto the bed together, groaning sleepily, in a state of utter sensual collapse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The mid-morning weather was warm and sunny, with a cloudless blue sky and the sort of faint rustling breeze that made a person glad to be alive. But Nancy Nicholson was not glad to be alive. The tormented young doctor would far sooner have awakened to an ominous morning hung with heavy rain clouds with occasional foreboding rolls of thunder smashing the insipid silence. She would have preferred a sort of weather to match her state of mind, bleak, icy, rain-spattered weather. For the mood in the adolescent specialist's heart was none too cheerful, and the sun within her spirit was most definitely hiding behind a huge cloudbank.
It was already eleven o'clock when Dr. Nancy awoke to find herself-or her battered physical body at least-still splayed naked and exposed on her own bed in her own room. Louisa and Judd had both left her, and the impersonal beams of sunlight shone on her alone. Of course she would be late for work, the blonde doctor realized as soon as she wakened, and turned to look at her luminous-dial clock, an automatic habit from years of working. She wasn't even sure whether or not she wanted to go to work at all, terrified at the thought of facing all her young patients. To their innocent eyes, her disgrace would surely be as evident as though it were written all over her face, would it not? And-she shuddered a little at the mere thought of the awesome possibility-what if little Marcus Kingsley had opened his sweet red lips? What if her patients knew not only clues and intimidations, but the true and sordid story of what had transpired only yesterday in her private consulting office?
The mere thought of it was terrifying, and the voluptuous naked doctor felt crushed from its impact. Mentally she could not bear to consider her state, while physically her body was a mass of raw and bruised flesh, her dark-nippled breasts sore with painful black and blue marks on the spots where they had been most squeezed, her ravaged vagina swollen with overuse by mouths and penises. It had been a long night of homo and heterosexual sin ... a lustful night which was now showing its toll. In the cold and harsh morning sunlight, Nancy could not even remember how the night had ended, how and when she had drifted off into a restless slumber of exhaustion. Now that she was awake, the upset woman writhed miserably on the bed, her eyes briefly filling with tears. But the tears dried by themselves, for Nancy was not about to allow herself the luxury of crying. This was hardly a time for tears-it was a time for facing her wanton actions squarely and honestly, and deciding what must be done. She could not deny the past few days ... or even the past night. Life must go on, and as she was a part of life, she must rise as well as the sun, and get to her office.
Having spoken to herself thusly, Dr. Nancy Nicholson rose her shaky body from her bed, onto her trembling legs, and managed to maneuver her way into the shower which was fortunately not too far down the hallway. She climbed underneath the stream of uncomfortably hot water, scrubbing vigorously in a vain attempt to cleanse her body of her indecencies. Then she dressed in the most modest outfit she was able to find in her closet, a navy blue wool dress with a high collar and long sleeves, a dress which came far too long on Nancy's well-formed legs to be sexy, and not nearly long enough to be in the fashion.
Nancy had been in such a hysterical state the previous day that when she had finally left her office, she had neglected to change out of her office smock. She had to fold it into a neat pile and take it with her, back to the medical building. The young blonde doctor started the engine of her Volkswagen variant, and drove it quickly down the familiar streets of her neighborhood, across the Governor's Highway, and toward her office. While she drove she prayed to herself, not proper prayers but fervently expressed pleas rather, pleas to be able to forget what had transpired, pleas to never again be tempted in these sordid ways. But even as the young woman prayed, a certain negative part of her was certain that, even if she kept herself busy enough to have not a chance to think about this, nothing would truly help. The scars were slashed across her mind, even though the bruises and the sore feelings were bound to leave her body soon. The torturous incident would always be there, as a nagging reminder in the back of her mind at least, a pressure on her tortured thoughts.
And there was no one to blame save her very own self. Oh, of course, Nancy could have rationalized the situation in retrospect, making Marcus the nasty and wicked child, Louisa the pervert, Judd the rapist. However, Nancy Nicholson was too innately honest to practice such obvious self-deceptions. The shocking truth of her experiences was that they were as much, if not entirely, her fault; no one else was to blame. It was not the alcohol, not the circumstances, not the others. It was Nancy Nicholson who had allowed herself to be sexually abused by another woman, and then by a man as well, while she had responded with wild uninhibited passion. Oh God, thought the blonde woman desperately, where had these lecherous passions arisen from, coming seemingly out of nowhere to envelop her and to take command of her senses? If only she had not seduced young Marcus Kinglsey just yesterday, in her doctor's office, then maybe she would not have been so weak and vulnerable ... if only. If only she'd been a stronger person, a person able to resist her strange and persistent urges, a person like nearly all of her friends and acquaintances firmly believed that she was!
But 'if' is the world's biggest and most uselessly nonproductive word. No one was to blame but Nancy Nicholson herself, and no matter how she blubbered to herself about it, there was just no changing things, was there? It had happened, the page in her life was written, and there was no sense or use in pretending that things had been otherwise....
Nancy straightened her small shoulders at this firm thought, and turned her car neatly from the main street into the drive of the Medical Building. She brought the small auto to a stop in the space marked 'Nicholson', took her uniform and her purse, closed the sunroom, and locked the car behind her. Even in Olympia Fields there were a large number of thieves.
Then Nancy started for the rear entrance of her building, and walked down the heavily carpeted hallways, past the glass wall looking out into a little courtyard, with a fountain, up the short flight of stairs to the second floor, and her own office. As she walked, she staggered slightly, a result of a hangover from the previous afternoon's and evening's indulgence, and of the weightiness of her own thoughts. Despite her education, despite her success and prestige in her chosen field, Nancy knew she was but a woman like any other woman, and that she was a slave to her body and her emotions. The thought was very frightening, carrying with it the unspoken implication that she could never be sure she could trust herself again. She had thought herself to be above all this: above the animal lusts and crudities which were the sole province of the male sex. Now, however, she could no longer claim to be uncursed by these things. She was painfully aware of her suddenly unrestrained cravings, the cravings of her very physical being which she had for so long denied and repressed. Now these murmuring cravings had awakened, and now they were an ungovernable force no longer under her control, a force that threatened to overtake her very life from this point on. First she was touching children ... then sucking women ... then letting herself be brutalized by a man ... what had she turned into but some sort of monster wholly out of control?
Would she be able to keep herself from falling again? she thought desperately as she walked down the corridor and opened the door to her office. Whether or not she could ever succeed, Nancy Nicholson knew that she must, at least, try. She must try and she must overcome her own lower self, if she ever wanted to lead a pure and wholesome life again. The petite blonde was a woman of strong resolve, and of stubborn pride, and she knew if this broke her, she would be going down still fighting. It was the only way. She would continue her life and her career just as if nothing whatsoever had happened. She would not repeat her obscene seductions of tempting little boys, no matter how enticingly adorable they seemed, no matter how they begged her. She would tell Louisa that most definitely last night was something she did not wish to ever repeat. And she would break off her friendship with Judd Reiner. Thus, bringing a tight control over her traitorous emotions, she would be able to salvage what scraps of self-respect she could muster out of the chaos of her life. It must be done, hard as it might prove to be, for it was the only solution to keeping her own sanity!
The hallway was almost empty when Nancy Nicholson walked down to her office, but a strange tingle of apprehension went before her.
The receptionist inside gave Nancy her professional smile. "I thought you probably didn't feel so well, Dr. Nicholson," she said, "so I've cancelled most of your appointments for today. There's just one man waiting, who says he absolutely must see you this morning."
One man? Nancy thought. She was, after all, an adolescent specialist, and very few men graced the doors of her office, save to pick up and deposit their teenagers.
"All right, Cindy," the young doctor told the efficient receptionist. "Just let me have fifteen minutes or so to get my uniform on, and then send him on in."
* * *
Nancy did not immediately recognize the handsome, graying man who walked into her inner office fifteen minutes later, but just the mere sight of him gave her a curious feeling of foreboding. He moved with a swagger, and Nancy noted, her eyes dropping to his pelvis, that there was a prominent bulge underneath the fabric of his trousers.
"Yes?" she asked crisply. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm Lionel Farmington," replied the man. "Coach Farmington, over at the high school. This is just a little social call, my dear."
"Wh-What do you mean?" Nancy asked, and her voice had a little stammer in it, despite herself. "I'm a doctor for adolescents, not for grown-ups."
"Well," he spoke slowly, "I'm Marcus Kingsley's coach." There was a subtle current of malice beneath his smooth voice, and Nancy felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck as she heard it. "You remember Marcus...."
In rapidly mounting confusion, the young blonde looked at his luridly contorted face, and a series of frightened thoughts began to race through her mind. God, why was he here? She was attempting to push the button on her desk and have Cindy, her receptionist, escort this man most firmly out of her office and out of her life.
"B-but why?" gasped Nancy. Oh God, she thought, what has he found out? Her eyes were round with shock and her mouth wide.
Coach Lionel Farmington walked over to the office door, and he flipped the lock shut. There was a hint of smugness in his voice as he spoke. "We're all alone now, Dr. Nicholson. Isn't it nice and cozy?"
"Listen," bristled the woman, "I don't know what you want, but you can certainly unlock that door and tell me your business." Her words were sharp, but her heartbeat gave away her feeling of terror.
"Now don't act so naive," said Lionel. "Marcus has been telling me what is going on in this office, and I found it ... uhm ... very interesting, if you know what I mean. We try to keep our players from sexual encounters, wanting them to conserve their vital energies. We assumed that their doctors would be in accord with this."
Oh God no, thought the trapped lady doctor, shuddering violently. He knew! There was no mistaking it!
She backed away a few steps, feeling about to faint, her knees like jelly, her face white and bloodless. She couldn't believe it but he knew! Her very worst fears were being realized!
"P-please ... please listen to me," she whimpered, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears.
"Let me explain...."
"My dear girl," replied the older man. "There's no need to explain.
I understand everything. Just because I discovered you like boys doesn't mean I'm going to call the police."
"W-What are you going to do?" she asked, afraid to voice the question.
"I'm just going to make you an offer you can't afford to refuse," chuckled Lionel Farmington, and with that he reached suddenly for-for once-innocent young doctor's voluptuous female body.
Nancy's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned over. She had his meaning all right, and she knew only too well what Lionel Farmington meant. She knew that he knew every vile thing she had performed upon the virile young penis of his freshman football player. She cowered fearfully as Lionel put his strong hand upon her arm and stepped toward her.
Nancy knew all too clearly that if she argued with this man, if she did not submit to his obscene whim, he could trap her into a still more disastrous situation of exposure and prison. She was a child-molester and somehow, in some way, this man had discovered the dreadful truth! But she simply could not let it happen ... at least if 'it' was what she was expecting and fearing, what she saw as a premonition in the lustful gleam in Coach Farmington's eye.
What would his terrible offer be? To turn her into the police or to rapaciously seek satisfaction in her already overused body? Did he too want to plunge his horrid penis up into her defenseless belly, and shoot his sticky white semen all over her? No, cried out her mind. This stage of her life-these lurid three days-had come to a blessed end.
"Noooo," she breathed, her voice hoarse and low. "No, you can't do this. You just can't ever touch me!"
Lionel Farmington's smooth voice was menacing with an underlying current of anger. "If you don't want your receptionist and every damn person who walks into this office to hear what I've got to say to you, you'd better start saying yes and not no," he said.
Nancy tried to bring her conflictingly chaotic emotions under control. It was certainly true that the last thing on earth that she wanted would be for Cindy, her loyal receptionist, to get an inkling of what had transpired yesterday and Thursday, here in this very office. She could see that Lionel Farmington's handsome face was slightly marred by the red-rimmed eyes and sagging cheekbones that showed he had been drinking. She looked up at his unkind face with desperation.
"Please," begged Dr. Nancy Nicholson to the high school football coach. "Please, Coach Farmington, can't we talk some other time? Can't we go some other place if you have to talk to me?" Her voice was heavy with fear, shaking with tears that she refused to allow to fall.
"Nay to the former and aye to the latter, my dear," replied the graying man. When Nancy looked up at him in astonishment, he clarified his words. "You're coming with me right now, baby, whether you like it. or not. I'm a busy man."
This irked the professional and liberated woman in the voluptuous blonde's nature. "I, too, am a busy woman," she said proudly, gesturing to her files neatly stacked upon the desk where Judd Reiner had practically raped her Thursday morning. "I cannot just run off at the drop of a hat, for no apparent purpose!" Her words were proud, but her voice shook.
Lionel Farmington's only answer was to deliberately place his fingers upon the intercom button to call Cindy, the receptionist. He looked meaningfully at his captive victim, Nancy. "Well, do you want your receptionist to know?" he asked, his voice mocking and sarcastic. "One more word out of you and I'm pushing this little button."
Nancy knew it was hopeless to resist. With submissively lifeless blue-grey ayes, she looked up at her tormentor. "All right. Where are we going?"
"Just follow me, my dear," he answered, and the two of them walked together out into the corridor, Nancy casting one last longing look back at her comfortable office and then one guilty look at the patients waiting to see her in the reception room, reading comic books and chewing gum.
"C-Cindy," she said to her receptionist. "This is kind of an emergency. I have to go out for a while. I hope it won't be too long." Her eyes looked imploringly at the pretty girl, hoping against hope that she would understand, without understanding too much!
"Of course, Dr. Nicholson," replied Cindy primly. Her face was an unreadable mask, and for a few instants Nancy considered firing the efficient young girl, and replacing her by someone whose thoughts she could more easily decipher!
The air outside was still crisp, sunny, and most beautiful, but by this point in her frightening morning, the happy weather was like a slap in the face to the upset doctor. She found it hard to breathe, although the air in smog-free Olympia Fields was rich with the oxygen from nearby cornfields. They walked together to where Farmington's BMW, a present from his ex-wife's mother, was parked. The perfect gentleman, Lionel Farmington opened the door and gallantly helped the angry and frightened doctor into the passenger side of the car.
Nancy sat on the black upholstery of the comfortable car, and eyed the coach suspiciously, but the small blonde woman did not want to ask any questions. I should get out, her mind said desperately to herself. Tell him I'm sick, anything at all. I can't just go off somewhere with this horribly smirking stranger!
Lionel, totally unperturbed, started the quiet engine of his car and drove out of the parking lot, heading out to the Governor's Highway, which went all the way down to the southern part of the state. Nancy looked out the window, watching the suburb turn into the Midwestern country land, with big clapboard farmhouses, red barns, black and white cows behind barbed wire fences. Lionel was driving at an almost incredible rate of speed ... eighty or ninety. She didn't have to even look at the speedometer to tell, because it was obvious from the way the landscape was whipping by their car.
Finally the handsome older man spoke up. "I suppose you're wondering where we're going?" he asked, more of a statement than a question. "My brother has a summer cottage down here by the State Park, right on the river. He never uses it, but sometimes I go down, and it will be a good place to talk."
Nancy looked at him apprehensively. Now that they were out of the Medical and Dental Building, he seemed much more friendly and hardly threatening at all. He began to talk in a casual voice about the canoeing he'd done down the Kankakee River with groups of young boys from Rich Central High School, and a cozy, almost familial mood seemed to take over, and at least temporarily alleviate Nancy's fears. Soon their car was turning off of the Governor's Highway, and onto a small road that wound its way through a watercolor splashed forest of maple and pine trees, past modest houses on five and ten acre plots of land, some with horses in paddocks, or a Jersey cow in the front lawn. Nancy's wristwatch read two o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at her captivator's brother's cabin. It was a small, deliberately rustic sort of hunting cabin, located far back off the road in a woodland setting of elms and maples. Leaves piled up on the porch and the shutters were barred; it was obvious that it had not been used for some time. It was terribly isolated too, in a way that caused the blonde doctor to shiver slightly with apprehension. When she got out of the BMW, and looked around, she couldn't see any other houses in either direction.
"This is really nice," Nancy couldn't help but exclaiming as Lionel opened the door with a large iron key and she followed him inside. The greying man only grunted in response. He was already giving hard shoves to the window shutters to push them open and let some light into the darkened cabin. As he did so, Nancy looked around herself with interest, at the old stone fireplace with two stuffed squirrels perched on the mantle, at the comfortable, strictly male, heavy leather and wooden furniture, at the soft bearskin rug that covered a great part of the floor in front of the fire. And then, as more light came into the room, she saw something that made her put her hand up to her mouth, and let out a gasp of surprise!
Marcus Kingsley was sitting in one of the big rocking chairs. "Oh no!" gasped Nancy Nicholson, the blood draining quickly from her face as her torment returned to haunt her. Marcus got up to stand by the coach, obviously marking out in which direction his loyalty lay. If there had been any question before in the petite blonde doctor's mind, it was wiped out at the sight of the fourteen year old youngster. "Oh, God, no," she moaned again, looking back up in desperation at the face of Coach Lionel Farmington, but there was not the least fragment of mercy to be found in his hard and sadistic features. He was solely, a stranger, his face cruelly twisted into lines of self-righteous ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for punishment. He knew what she had done, and he was not about to forget it!
"Marcus," she began, whimpering up at the youngster, her words sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Please let me explain. Please listen to me." The boy's face was hard and implacable, and Nancy turned instead to the thirty-nine year old man beside him. "Oh Coach Farmington," she begged, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong ... I ... I"
"The time for explanation is long past," remarked Lionel. "You must get it out of your head, my dear woman, that we are angry with you for your-ah-little indulgencies. We are only interested in-uh-pursuing this sort of indulgence in a slightly more interesting manner." He walked over to where she stood, staring at her, staring at her body beneath her white smock, with a cold and calculating sort of gaze. Nancy quivered in fear and shame. What would happen to her now. She didn't know this man at all, and her humiliation was accompanied by the fear that perhaps he was lying, perhaps he was a terrible pervert who would kill her, after he finished his nasty business, kill her and let Marcus look on! She almost wished he would simply kill her now, and spare her from the ordeal she knew was about to come.
Coach Lionel Farmington may not have been angry, but his voice was harsh, sarcastic, cruel. He reached over for Nancy, grasping her thinly clad shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deeply into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many other little boys are you doing this to?" he rasped. "Every sweet little bubble-gum chewing patient? My whole Freshman Football squad?"
His hands closed tightly around her throat as he then pulled her mouth harshly to his. But the sudden movement and the savage, frightening pressure of his hands on her throat filled the blonde doctor with such terror that she jerked away from his grasp.
"Listen, bitch," he said, his voice so sarcastic that Nancy did not even know whether he was furious or whether this was all some gigantic game in the perverse recesses of his mind. "I didn't hear that you were squirming away from Marcus here! What's the matter, you only like boys?"
Oh Lord, thought Nancy, at least he doesn't know about last night! At least he doesn't know that I started liking other woman ... and even men ... just one day ago! The terrified doctor tried to twist away from his painful grip, but he slapped her flat across one cheek, and then across the other.
"Nooooo!" she cried out. "Stop it! You're killing me! You have no right! Let me go!"
"Don't worry, baby, it's not death I have in mind for you. I have something better. Now take off that silly uniform, and get naked. Hurry up."
"No!" she protested, tears standing up in her grey-blue, frightened eyes. "Please don't make me do that! Not in front of Marcus!"
Lionel gave a harsh, contemptuous sort of laugh. " 'Not in front of Marcus' " he mimicked her. "If you can suck his cock, you can surely take off your clothes in front of him. If you like, I'll just help you a bit," he continued, moving forward to confront the blonde doctor where she stood, her hand against her breast. The freshman football coach caught the front of her office smock with one well-manicured hand; with a savage yank he ripped it open all the way down to Nancy's waist.
Nancy closed her eyes tightly as she felt the humiliation of the thirty-nine year old sadist's hands groping over her defenseless flesh, stripping the dress down around her writhing hips and thighs to fall on the cabin's stone floor. She clenched her teeth together as she heard him mutter in appreciation and lust.
"Yeah, baby, and now for the rest of your child-sucking clothes!" His practiced hands took each cup of her lace brassiere and tore it away from her firm full breasts in a brutal and unfeeling motion. Her tiny dark nipples hardened defensively at their abrupt exposure. Then his hands reached down for her small bikini panties, his hands drawing the yellow material down around her fear-gripped thighs, lifting each of her quivering legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her unattractive sensible shoes.
Then Lionel Farmington stood back and looked at the female doctor in appreciation, the appreciation of a connoisseur of women's bodies. He sucked in his breath and smiled malevolently. "All women are masochists, Dr. Nicholson," he said, "So you don't have to look so pained about it all. We know your real colors!"
Oh God, thought the blonde, her mind agonizing torturously. Oh God, does he really know? Can he ever even know how terrible I truly am? His obscene words seared through her brain, carving a path as sharp as a knife stroke. She knew her struggles were going to be in vain, and she stood in passive, trembling defeat. A cool rush of air from the open cabin window caressed her naked flesh, and her hands rose automatically, modestly, to cover her exposed nakedness, but she dropped them finally, realizing there was no hope, no use in hiding from this man. Sniffling a little, and trying resolutely not to sob, she shivered in humiliation, totally naked in front of a thirty-nine year old man and a fourteen year old boy.
"On your knees. Doc," Lionel commanded sarcastically from beside her. "Get down on the floor. Now!"
What else could she do? Surely he was stronger than she; surely he could overpower her if he exerted the least bit of effort. A painful, but also somehow playful smack stung at her buttocks, and she hurried to kneel and obey his sadistic commands. As she cowered in front of her tormentor, she had the feeling that she was a cornered animal, and that her predator was teasing her, in the same way a cat teases a mouse, before destroying it. She looked up at Lionel, wordlessly pleading with her round eyes. Then she gasped for breath.
Lionel Farmington was standing before her, undoing the belt of his trousers with methodical deliberation. He tossed the leather belt to one side, chuckling a little. "Keep that for later, Marc," he said. Then he slid off his trousers and his European underpants, handing them to the boy as though he were his valet. His shirt came next, then his shoes and socks. Finally he stood naked, towering over the stricken, terrified woman, his muscular, hairy-chested body gleaming softly in the light. Nancy's eyes travelled down along his masculine chest, and she let out a little groan of abject fear as her panicky gaze locked upon his massively erect penis. It was the largest one she had ever seen! It was so much bigger than Marc's friendly little tool, and even bigger than Judd Reiner's cock that had pulsed inside of her belly only last night. His throbbing fleshy hardness was simply monstrous! She could feel her insides, still sore from the previous evening's battering, cringe at the thought of trying to put the monstrous instrument inside of herself. Lionel grinned luridly down at her, obviously fully enjoying the frightened doctor's open-mouthed terror, and he dropped his hand to stroke at the heavily foreskinned shaft, which her eyes were riveted to.
There was something so terribly obscene about the entire situation that it seemed to prod a little quiver of perverse excitement in her loins, but then she remembered how the cruel man wanted only to crush and humiliate her, and the beginning desire vanished from her mind. The hate filled mauling of her bruised body by the football coach whose player she had seduced was terrible enough in itself to consider, and the fact that the player himself was standing there watching and obviously in accord with what was going on, make the entire situation intolerable.
"Like it?" Coach Farmington was asking with a sadistic sort of delight. "I believe this should fill up that hungry place in your cunt that your tiny boyfriend's only manage to tickle. "
"Please," she begged weakly. But she knew there was no use in pleading, knew there was no mercy coming. What was to happen would be just retribution for her many wrongdoings. But to lie beneath a sadistic football coach was about the most degrading thing possible. "Please," she whimpered again. "You'll hurt me!"
Lionel smiled tauntingly down at the stricken blonde. "All right baby, shall we go to the police then? Maybe they'll be able to do something you like even better."
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, sobbing helplessly, staring at his long thick penis in tearful awe. In comparison with Judd's seemingly large penis, this instrument was simply monstrous. Tears flowed in wet rivulets down either side of her cheeks, and despite her mounting terror, she knew she'd be forced to submit to whatever he wanted of her. Even with fourteen year old Marcus Kingsley watching, she had no choice. "Oh," she heard herself saying desperately, her former pride reduced to this snivelling state, "please just do it fast, and get it over with." Lionel gazed down at the groveling woman, feeling a mixture of lust and contempt, beginning to mix with a tiny bit of pity. Something inside his cold heart began to soften in spite of himself, at the curvaceous beauty before him. Obviously she was suffering terribly, and Lionel Farmington was not a rapist at heart, although he did enjoy teaching little lessons to women who obviously needed them. Well, he thought, he would try to make her like it-that was the least that a gentleman could do.
Chills of horrified apprehension rippled through Nancy's flesh, and the blonde doctor trembled and moaned in an uncontrollable sort of dread. Sparks of fascinated excitement began to course through her overused loins, despite herself, having an unwanted effect on her body that she could not understand. Oh God, she thought desperately, how evil I truly am! In some obscene way, she was looking forward to Lionel Farmington's penis in her vagina.
The hairy-chested man dropped to his knees beside Nancy Nicholson. He pushed her backward with his hands upon her soft trembling breasts, until she lay spread out flat on her back on the bearskin rug. Nancy tightly closed her eyes, trying futilely to shut out the shame of her degrading situation, lying nakedly under the gaze of this cruel man. And, more humiliating still, was the fact of Marcus watching her like this, from his perch on the rocking chair.
Lionel bent over her nakedly prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly to the nipple of her left breast. Nancy groaned in pain, her terrified breath coming so fast that she felt as though her lungs would burst. His hands held her tightly against him, making it impossible to twist away from his sadistic torture. In contrast to his biting mouth, his hands were very gentle as they played over the softness of her smooth skinned hips and thighs. Despite herself, tiny tendrils of unwanted sensation descended to the female doctor's nakedly trembling cunt. She simply could not react this way to the man who had discovered her relationship with young Marcus; it was totally insane! But as Lionel continued to bite and lick-first gently and then harshly-at her sensitive nipples, she felt a distinct flicker of bliss course through her vagina, and involuntarily she ground her buttocks down against the sensuous-feeling bearskin.
The very lewdness and depravity of the situation was exciting to Nancy, but her desire turned to despair at the ugly realization that she was only being used.
Suddenly the older man slipped down on the bearskin beside her and wrapped his arms around her voluptuously naked body, pulling her tightly to him. They lay pressed together, his rigidly heated cock pushed between her soft inner thighs, trapped on the other side by the crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks. His lips clamped wetly over hers and he moved his loins hungrily against her hips; then she felt his hardened male rod of flesh taunting through the cringing pink lips of her pussy. The immediate contact of his warm cock-head against the sensitized flesh of her vagina caused a sudden tingling sensation in the frightened woman. She could not hold back his tongue thrust deep inside her saliva moistened mouth. She groaned in despair, tormenting unwanted sensations streaming through her blood. She groaned abandonedly, realizing she was losing control of her rising emotions.
Waves of shame and fear coursed through the blonde doctor's mind. "No ... Coach Farmington, pleeeease don't do this to me...."
Then, without giving the least warning, the sadistic coach rolled her small curvaceous body over so that she was on top of him. "It'll be easier this way," he muttered, roughly pulling her legs onto either side of his hips, so that she was straddling him as she would a horse.
There was nothing to do but to comply with his harsh demands, for Nancy knew that resistance was of no use. Supporting herself on her arms, her blonde curls cascading down over her breasts and sweeping against Lionel's chest, her erect little nipples touching against his skin, she straddled him just as he had commanded her to do. She could feel, with a mixture of horror and of excitement, his lust-thickened penis pointing directly upward at the moistened slit of her cunt.
In forebodings of terror, Nancy thought of the grim events that were to follow, and she tossed her blonde head from side to side in desperation and fear. Through her tear-wetted blue eyes, she could see Lionel, holding the full length of his thick cock in his hand, holding it up against the widespread pink flesh of her pussy with the hardened blunt head pressing lewdly against her cuntal slit. The contact of this perverted man's penis against her tingling vaginal skin sent wild little carnal sensations fluttering through Nancy's nervous system, and her nipples grew more upright against the chest of her tormentor.
Uhhhhggghhh," she breathed. "Oh, you'll hurt me, Coach Farmington. You're just too big!"
"Come on and don't be a baby about it," he replied, giving her left nipple a painful tweak. "We don't want Marcus to think you don't like men, do we?" Lionel's muscular hands wrapped around her nakedly twisting buttocks, holding her in a secure grip on top of his avidly spearing penis. Then, with a powerful flick of his hips, he speared his pelvis upward, shoving harder between the soft quivering lips of the doctor's vagina.
"Stop it!" she begged in vain. "Oh please can't you stop it!" But the lust swollen tip of his rigid penis slipped relentlessly through the hot layers of Nancy's fleshy vagina, cruelly stretching her cuntal opening until she felt as though her thighs were going to split apart from the relentless pressure. When she opened her eyes, she saw an expression on her seducer's face of triumph and sadism-he was enjoying every single moment of it! And, although she did not have the heart to look around and see where Marc was watching from, she quite suspected that he, too, had an evil grin upon his lips, sadistically watching the remorseless penetration of her once-virgin pussy.
Then, as Nancy watched, the expression of triumph on Lionel Farmington's face faded away and a look of demented lust came to replace it. He had to fuck her now! Every inch of his loins was overpowered by the need to possess her, to fuck her until she screamed for it! Every inch of his loins was overpowered by the need to possess her, to fuck her until she screamed for it! With savage thoughtlessness, he thrust his hips up off the bearskin rug, at the same time pulling her curvaceous buttocks down over his passion-bloated cock.
"Aaarrrrggghhh!" cried out the impaled doctor as she felt his fleshy hardness lunge mercilessly deeply up inside her wide-stretched cunt. There was just no stopping this sex-maddened football coach! Like a battering ram, his throbbing instrument pushed the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls away as it shoved its way into her most private sanctuary.
Never in Nancy Nicholson's thirty years of life had she felt so filled, not even last night with Judd Reiner's and her roommate Louisa sucking and fucking her body. His cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in irreparable shreds, spearing into her depths with no mercy, no r thought of injury. There was not one tiny ridge of cuntal flesh that did not feel as though it was hopelessly impaled, with this monstrous rod stuck up into her belly like a long sword in her wet fleshy sheath.
Lionel lay still underneath her, his breath coming in hoarse gasps. He was used to deflowering virgins, but seldom had he come across such scrumptiously tight pussies! It felt as though her cunt was tightly gripping all around his upthrust penis, and the feeling was a wonderful one to a sensually-oriented man like Coach Farmington.
Nancy lay motionless as well, but on her part it was only fear that kept her from moving, fear for the certain pain that would ensue. Neither partner made a sound for a few minutes, but then suddenly the blonde doctor felt a throbbing deep up inside her belly, the throbbing of Lionel's cock jerking up another inch or so, to rub tantalizingly against her cervix as he flexed his pelvic muscles inside her ruthlessly stretched vagina.
Her face contorted with the unbearable pain, and she let out a low, piteous moan, which Lionel Farmington chose to totally disregard. Instead he flexed his cock ruthlessly, tormenting the blonde beauty from below.
"Agggh," she groaned again. "Oh God ... oh ... oh God! It hurts!"
Her pain only served to further incite the hairy-chested male below her. Tauntingly he throbbed his huge, lust-maddened penis deep up inside of her trembling belly. "Come on, Doctor Nancy, beg for me to fuck you! Let Marcus hear how much you want it!"
Was he totally mad? thought Nancy, through her tears. All her strength and courage were gone, her soul an empty shell from which all last vestiges of self-respect had been torn away. What difference did it make now whether she resisted, or whether she complied with Lionel's obscene wishes? "All right," came her spent voice, through pride-clenched teeth. "All right, then, fuck me." Even the taste of the words was a degradation to the doctor. Her shame was unbearable, but she forced herself to repeat the obscene sentence. "Fuck me! Go ahead and fuck me!"
As she spoke, it was as though a portentous curtain of doom sunk down all around her, enveloping her within its soiled folds. Nothing was left of the pride and courage that had stood by her all these years; in its place was a dirty gutter whore, a slut impaled by nine inches of throbbing male penis.
Lionel's perceptive mind quickly registered that his victim's last ounce of proud resistance had fallen away, and the knowledge made him grin with malice. His well-manicured fingers dug harshly into the delicate fair skin of her waist, and his muscle-bound body began a slow rocking motion between the sensuous doctor's lushly rounded thighs. Lionel could feel her involuntarily warm and wet cuntal passage widen slightly with each stroke he forced up into her womb; then he heard her cry out, helpless with defeat, as she gave in, relaxed her taut muscles, and submitted to him.
Lionel Farmington had no doubt whatsoever that he was giving the thirty-year-old woman exactly what she needed and desired. Even though she made her attempts to fight off his advances, he was convinced that she simply needed a good fuck until her hot streak was revealed. Although he was unaware of what had gone on the last night, his assumptions were not far from wrong!
Despite the feeling that she was about to be brutally rent in twain, tinglings of pleasure within Nancy's body were growing too strong to be denied. She was beginning to actually revel in the painful feelings, she was wanting to be hurt, to be punished. She viciously impaled her own body down onto his unmercifully pistoning penis, and the shot of agonizing pain sent chills of masochistic pleasure along the base of her spine.
Slowly her body began to respond as the long thick poling flesh skewered its relentless way up inside her moist depths. Never before realized delights were coursing through her body with every brutal lunge Lionel made. She felt as though a match were being held to her vagina, and she was being ignited, 'turned on' as high school kids used to say, by this long pole of male member. Her whole body began to twitch and writhe uncontrollably, and then she lowered her head in a burst of aggressiveness, and shoved her pointed tongue abandonedly into the moistness of his mouth. She groaned and mewled from deep within her chest, the new feelings shooting through her like fireworks, her face contorting with passion. Then something surprising began to happen-the painful torturous feelings began to fade ... there was no longer any thought of attempting to resist, no thought of anything but the sheer sensual pleasure of kneeling above this virtual stranger and letting him shove his lovely penis up into her once-virgin cunt.
Lionel trailed his hairy hands over the soft curves of Nancy's naked body, feeling the long smooth muscles ripple beneath her skin in response to his skilled touch. The warm moist walls of her pussy gripped at his brutally buried penis, and his brain spun wildly from the triumph of erotic victory over her nakedness.
With moans of newly-discovered rapture, Nancy Nicholson skewered her body lower and lower on his long thick penis. She thrust herself all the way down on his impaling rod until she could feel his cum-filled testicles pressing up into the open crevice between her passionately trembling buttocks. Then, slowly and deliberately, she lifted up her body until his lust-engorged shaft came into full view of her eyes. Then, masochistically, she drove her thighs back down again, ramming the whole length of his wet hardness deep up inside her trembling vagina. The head of his blunt-nosed cock battered against the doctor's cervix, but she was too wildly excited to object to the pain it caused her. Her entire being was totally abandoned to all the searing sensations that coursed through her flesh. Sliding rhythmically up and down on Lionel's penis, she felt she would reach an orgasm simply by this maddeningly stimulating gyration!
Marcus Kingsley watched, eager-eyed until he could not stand it one more moment. His football coach had cautioned him before to wait until he was called, but man, staring at that enticing fucking had goaded him beyond all patience. Quickly, with trembling hands, he shed his shirt and blue jeans, and rushed nakedly over to kneel beside the couple's straining bodies. With a trembling hand he reached out and cupped Dr. Nicholson's breasts, kneading first the one and then the other, marvelling at their r round firmness which he had so wanted to touch the day-was it only yesterday?-when she had sucked him off.
Nancy looked up at his touch, opening startled eyes. She watched as Marc rubbed the erect nipples of her breasts, and then dropped her glance to see his slender youthful penis jutting erectly from his loins with an avid excitement. For a minute she tried to protest, knowing she should feel guilt and shame, but the pulsating deep thrusts within her vaginal depths drowned out all other feelings. Instead of protesting, she heard herself groaning in greedy abandoned passion.
"Oh-oh Coach," came Marcus Kingsley's strangled cry. "I'm gonna shoot off right here if I can't do something pretty soon."
Lionel Farmington had a brainstorm of inspiration. "Why don't you fuck her in the asshole while she's riding my prick," he grunted between strokes.
Nancy's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of this suggestion. Her body desired to surrender to Marcus as well as the burly coach, but she knew she should not do so. However, her cock-hungry body had already betrayed her will to resist, until the only reality remaining was the searing fire in her wetly throbbing pussy depths. Flames of lust licked along her thighs, and she simply could not fight them. Depraved as it was, she wanted them both!
But remnants of propriety remained. "No," she cried out as she felt the child's hands on her buttocks. "Oh God, don't fuck me there!"
She froze in motionless terror, Lionel beneath her widespread thighs, her legs down up against his ribs, his lust-inspiring cock piercing it's way up into her innermost flesh. She did not dare to move as the boy climbed on top of her, his panting head just above her defensively upturned buttocks.
"Stop it!" she cried out for a final, desperate time. "You just can't I'm afraid! You'll hurt me!"
The boy above her laughed in a mature voice she had never before heard him use. "We're not going to hurt you, as long as you do what we want!"
The youngster trembled, mounting onto the spread mounds of Nancy's buttocks, his arms around her. His penis was already throbbing with desire, a glistening drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid on its tip, as it slipped against her saliva-moistened rectal crevice, its blunted circumcised end sliding against her wetly moistened anal crevice as he trembled and jerked over her naked flesh. The narrowly clenched anus was held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed against the older man's hips below.
With a singing horror, Nancy felt her patient's slender penis jerking between her widespread asscheeks, insinuating itself in a disrespectful manner, madly searching for the tight orifice in which he planned to thrust the heavily throbbing tip of his penis. To be sodomized by a man, Nancy knew, was the ultimate degradation, the worst of all possible perversions. But, despite all this a little tingle of masochistic excitement surged through the sexually-awakening female. She took her one hand from the coach's broad shoulder and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of their madly fucking bodies to grip the slender length of Marcus' childish penis. She could feel it spasmodically throbbing against her palm, moistly seeping liquid of excitement trickling from the blood-inflated tip. Her hands trembling, she guided it up into the valley of her ass cheeks, positioning it just against her tightly puckered little anus.
Marcus did the rest. With a spurt of strength, the virgin youngster thrust his slim rod in an urgent manner against her rectum for several seconds, finally succeeding in lodging it deeply within her tightly straining anal hole.
Marcus groaned with childish delight as he felt the perverted pressure of his doctor's cunt cradling his penis. He jerked forward, until Nancy twisted and screamed in her pain. His lust-hardened cock slithered far up into her painfully stretched rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly. It was unendurable. She jerked up at him, trying to toss him like an inexperienced rider, but this only caused his slender cock to be embedded all the way to the hilt in her hotly clenching anal tunnel.
Marc smiled triumphantly. Man, this was really something, screwing your doctor in the ass! With a frantic, inexperienced rhythm, he began to hump into her. His cock pummeled urgently, thrusting into her rectum. Nancy trained back against the maddening assault, groaning incessantly, until the pain finally subsided, to be replaced again by a masochistic sort of pleasure. Her rising sensations from her duel impalement were fed by her very helplessness. A growing feeling of pleasure built within her belly.
It was somehow a thousandfold more terrible to know that these men were gloating over the inhuman torture to which she was being brutally forced to submit. And now she could feel Lionel and Marcus beginning to fuck her in unison, pulling out until only their huge, lust-engorged cock-heads remained still sunk inside her quivering belly, Lionel held in by the tightly locking lips of her cunt, and Marc's held by the constricting muscles of her sensation-ravaged anus. They plunged inward time and time again, spearing into her surrendered body, their thickness pushing against each other along the two channels of her pain-wracked loins. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life ... or so sexually aroused!
The repellent joy infused Nancy's entire body, permeating her skewered flesh with maddening desires for still more debasement. God, these men were buffeting her about them like the lowest of prostitutes, but she was loving it! She deserved it, and she was glad she did. The raging helplessness of her situation, the total abandonment to other people's desires, set off pangs of lustful masochism. A wanton moan escaped from her lips and she undulated her lush buttocks, squeezing with her two sets of muscles the hard penetrating shafts of hot flesh that rhythmically skewered into her loins.
"Fuck me!" she hissed through dry lips. "Oh fuck me, both of you! Harder! Oh yes ... yeeeeeesssssss." She twisted and squirmed, moving of her own volition between the two pulsing penises. All sense of reluctance or of decency had disappeared, the pain had disappeared, and now only lust was raging out of control within her, in a hot torrent of ecstatically masochistic sensations.
Together the men rammed repeatedly into the writhing blonde, all three of them quickly approaching the final crest of mind-blowing orgasm. Furiously the older man and the teen-ager boy fucked into the lady doctor, and she gave them back in return wantonness every stroke they shoved into her. "Now!" she cried out. "Cum into me now! I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnggg too!"
And then, to her thrilled excitement, Nancy Nicholson felt the thick boiling liquid of her patient's climax shooting deep up into her anus ... and then her own orgasm struck her! Spasms of the most delicious sort of carnal delight rushed through Nancy's body, and she could feel every single contraction of her teen-age lover's hard, spewing erection, as it jerked out its erotic load of cum into her nakedly spasming belly. And then to her delight she could feel Lionel Farmington begin to curse and moan with his own orgasm approaching. She drew up one of her legs, panting heavily, and felt a rush of joy as his throbbing cock spat out its jets of viscous semen into the recesses of her hungry womb. Frantic convulsions of a debasing and unearthly bliss overwhelmed the thirty year-old blonde doctor.
And then it was finished.
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Nancy Nicholson, adolescent specialist, flopped on her back, breathing heavily. She looked around her at the collapsed man and boy whose penises had exploded within her rectum and vagina. She felt no terror any more. She felt nothing, no reality, no pain ... just the sensuous pleasures and satisfactions that drifted down from sensuous male bodies. She knew there was nothing left for her, she knew she had been stained forever ... and she did not care. She was, simply, a new woman.
