DN-206 THE LADY PLAYS DOCTOR
by Jerry Milner


FOREWORD

 It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul,
some hidden secret, some hidden desire, a whim that may never surface to be
seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister,
or it may be trivial and trite.

 In a modem society, such passions are easily submerged and forbidden by
the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes these dark passions do
surface, either with the individual's consent or without it.

 THE LADY PLAYS DOCTOR is a dramatic representation of a woman -- in this
case a young woman doctor -- who dares to let her most base desires and
passions come to the force. She finds it impossible to continue to keep her
fantasies under control, and she plays them out to the fullest. And
meanwhile, her day-to-day routine continues. But the nagging doubts
increase with her growing depravity, and the young woman begins to wonder
if she is willing or able to face the consequences of her actions. Her
story is a startling insight into the life of a person who dares to "let it
all hang out".

 The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

 Joyce Carruthers, M.D., her pussy throbbing unexpectedly, stood near-nude
and trembling on the scales as the big man leaned close over her shoulder
and said, "A hundred and eight pounds. Good weight for your height, and you
sure do have it in the right places."

 He was a little drunk and so was she. Following her long two from the big
city, he had welcomed her to her new job in his medical office with a
bottle of champagne. Joyce had not known how to refine to drink it with
him. She had not wanted to refuse it at the time. After years of college
and medical school, champagne seemed like quite an appropriate way to begin
hex rather unusual internship. And before the cork had been popped, Dr.
Philip Morgan, the man she was to practice under for the next year, had
seemed to be only professionally friendly toward her. He had congratulated
her on her early graduation from medical school, had talked about the
opportunities in interning and practicing in Roseville, and he had seemed
to be the perfect gentleman there in his office in the big old frame 
building in the heart of town.

 But as the level in the bottle had dropped, so had the direction of his
gaze. First he'd been talking frankly and directly to her eyes. Then it had
been her tits at which he had directed his remarks. By the time the bottle
was halfway gone, he was addressing the hem of her skirt, some eight inches
above her knees. She knew she had shapely knees and legs. She knew that her
perky round tits attracted men. But she also knew that her relationship
with Dr. Morgan was strictly a professional one, and that he should be able
to control his insolent looks, at her. And so she was trembling, partly
with embarrassment and indignation, partly because of the tickling touch of
his warm breath on her neck as she stood on the scales.

 All Joyce had on was a smock. It was the same kind tint the patients wore
for their examinations. It was white, and made of soft muslin. It had short
sleeves and its hemline came to the same height as that of the miniskirt
she'd had on when she'd arrived at the doctor's office an hour before, both
excited and exhausted. The little smock tied at the back of her neck and
was open from there to its hemline. She was blushing all over her body. At
the time, it had seemed perfectly logical for Dr. Morgan to give her a
complete physical prior to her employment with him. But now, late at night
and wearing practically nothing in his empty office, Joyce felt very
exposed and very vulnerable. He had her half drunk and out of her clothes
and was almost certainly trying to seduce her. On the other hand, it was
perfectly reasonable for him to examine her thoroughly before putting her
to work with his patients in the morning.

 "Sixty-two inches," he said as he nestled the sliding measurement bar in
the curly blonde hair of her head. He entered this figure in his notebook
as she stood trembling and blushing on the scales, and he said, "If you'll
sit up on the examination table now, Dr. Carruthers, I'll examine your
heart and lung."

 She had to jump up to sit her bare asscheeks down on the cold leather of
the examination table. He went around behind the table, and the chili of
the stethoscope on her back shot icy ripples through her body. It was hard
to breathe evenly. His fingers seemed to thump right into her heart as he
tap-tap-tapped on her ribcage. She felt dizzy and a little sick, and she
tried to reestablish their purely medical relationship.

 "I'm certainly looking forward to working under you, Dr. Morgan. Doing my
internship here rather than in a hospital is a rare opportunity."

 "Call me Phil when we're alone," he said as he slid his hands over her
back. "Yeah, you'll like general practice, and I've got a feeling we'll get
along well together as long as you do things my way."

 He came around to the other side of the table, smiling crookedly at the
black-haired man whom she'd have to get to know very well in the next year.
He resumed listening through the stethoscope and rubbing her chest with his
fingers. Through the material of her smock, the stethoscope was warm, but
his fingers were every bit as penetrating as before.

 "Of course I'm taking a chance on letting you in here," he said. "You've
got to make good, you know. I'd hate to see you fail here and have to go
back and do your internship in the city after the brilliant record you had
in school."

 She smiled with false confidence and said, "I know I'll do well here. As
the youngest in the class, and with the best average, I'm all ready for
practice."

 "Grades don't mean a thing here. And the fact that you're a mere girl
doesn't serve as an asset here," he said, and let the stethoscope dangle
from his neck while he placed his cupped hands over her tits.

 Joyce barely suppressed a gasp, and Dr. Morgan's grin became malevolent as
he thoroughly felt of her tits through the smock. "Just checking for
lumps," he said. "Checking you extra good. Can't have any intern finding
fault with my technique."

 "Of course, Dr. Morgan... Phil, that is." Joyce thought of broken bones.
She tried to read the titles of the medical books lining his private
office. Anything to get her mind off the terribly intimate groping of his
hands on her tits. She was almost desperate in her need to keep her nipples
from responding to his touch.

 At last his hands stopped their massaging of her breasts and his grin
faded. "What have we here?" he said. "Let's have a closer look at this,
dear."

 He slipped his hands up inside the loose white smock and made Joyce feel
decidedly faint when he closed them on her bare tits. By then she didn't
care if she had a lump on her breast or not. All she cared about was
getting through this ordeal with some of her dignity left. His creeping
hands were raising gooseflesh on her body, and she could feel twinges of
tingling firmness around her aureoles and nipples.

 "Better have a look at this," he said, and had Joyce hold her smock up to
her neck while he stared at her tits in his hands, feeling of them deeply,
massaging them. No matter how hard she bit her lip, her treacherously
responsive nipples swelled slowly and inexorably to rubbery stiffness. It 
was because she'd been without sex for too long. It was because of the
excitement of at last being ready to work as a doctor. It certainly wasn't
because she had blindly fallen in love with the handsome, single man before
her who was fondling her tits.

 "Not sure about this lump. We'll check it later. Pretty breasts. Damned
nice figure," he said, showing the male chauvinist pig in him. "You could
have done just as well as a Las Vegas show girl as you did at medical
school."

 "Thank you," she said crisply. "Is that all now? I'd like to find a motel
and get some sleep. It was a long drive."

 "Nonsense. You're staying right here at the offices, in the apartment I
lived in when I first came to Roseville. It'll save you money, and you'll
be here to answer emergency night calls. Just take it easy on entertaining
the men you'll attract here. And you'll sure attract them," he said.

 She hated his snide remarks about her attractiveness. She hated his hands
on her that way, but she couldn't look away from him. Eyes cast down,
blushing, she looked at his fingers moving on her stiff nipples and the
little hemispheres of her tits. Her heart was pounding and yet her body
felt all relaxed. She felt very tingly and alive, and at the same time
pleasantly drowsy. She wanted, to go to bed and sleep for a week, and yet
she was very ready for her first patient.

 "I'm going to do a pelvic examination now. Lie down on the table and
relax. Here, have a little more champagne." He held the glass to her lips
till she drank it dry. The long trip was getting to her now. Her bones felt
rubbery as he helped her lie back. His hands were firm but gentle as he
placed her heels in the stirrups, two feet apart at the end of the table.
Her legs were wide open, her crotch fully exposed, but now Joyce felt no
sense of false modesty. He was more than her boss, he was a physician, and
she trusted him entirely. He placed his hands high up on her inner thighs,
examined her cuntlips with his thumbs. She yawned and sighed. Nothing to
worry about. Soon she could sleep.

 "Your vulva is quite moist. You've a good, healthy odor to you, Joyce. You
can tell a great deal about a patient's health by his body odor. The flavor
of an individual's perspiration is also an indication of his state of
health. Did you know that slave traders used to lick the chests of slaves
they were going to buy? It told them whether thy were buying healthy
merchandise. I can tell a lot about..."

 Ohh. He was licking her pussy! No, that couldn't be. He couldn't be
performing cunnilingus on her. He was only demonstrating one of his 
homespun diagnoses. But, dear God, it was almost impassible to stand it!
Her feet pushed harder into the stirrups, her hands clutched hard at the
sides of the table. She grimaced and went tense all over her body, and he
went on licking her cunt in an absolutely maddening fashion.

 The doctor's tongue was licking up her wide-open slit, tasting her, and
almost driving her mad. She had to hold still for it somehow, and that was
so very hard to do, for his broad thick tongue was touching her everywhere
there while his hands pushed her quaking legs still farther apart.

 "Don't. P-Please!" she blurted, writhing and trembling as he licked
heavily through her cunt.

 "You taste healthy enough," he said, hands slipping down to firmly clasp
her tensed asscheeks now, thumbs still holding her cuntlips open for his
swirling tongue.

 "It's late. I've got to go to bed. Finish this another time," she said,
gasping and panting, writhing and feeling like a fool for reacting like
this to his attentions.

 "Sure. Another time," he said, and his lips circled her clitoris and his
tongue drew it to a firmly reaching point, and Joyce's back arched up off
the table.

 "Please! Don't! I'm so sensitive there!"

 "And here?" he asked, and crouched lower, and pushed his thickly tapered
tongue up into the tight slick portals of her cunt.

 "Oh, Doctor, please! God, I can't stand that!" she cried, trying now to
get her feet out of the stirrups, but finding her legs paralyzed from the
hot lances of quivering heat shooting down through them.

 "You shouldn't be all that sensitive there," he murmured against her
pulsing cunny. "According to Emily, here's where all the action is," he
said, and swiped his tongue up the open slit to push against her pulsing
clitoris with it, while his firm lips sucked strongly on her there.

 "This isn't fair. Don't do this to me," she moaned, close to tears, closer
still to an orgasm which she had no desire for at all.

 "I'll give you a chance to get even later," he said. He took another
breath, and settled down to give her a cunt-sucking that broke down all her
will to resist.

 "Oh my God, suck it, suck it, suck it! Nobody's sucked my cunt for on...
years, and it feels so Goddamned fucking good I can't believe it! Wonderful
Goddamned cuntlapper!" she said, exulting in the vulgarities that strewed
forth from her twisted, smiling lips. "Shit! Big fucking tongue! You know
how to suck cunt... ten times better than those stupid... ah-h-h-h... those
stupid nurses did. OH, YES, KISS IT! SUCK MY CUNT!" she cried, and wrenched
her little hands from the table's edges to hold her twat open wide for the
hot kisses of this wonderful man who was pleasing her so very much, giving
her just what she'd needed.

 "I'm gonna fuck you, too," he said, and sucked her clit between his teeth,
nipping it so unexpectedly and sweetly that Joyce was immediately
catapulted into the throes of orgasm.

 "FUCK ME, EAT ME, FUCK ME!!!" she yelled, arching high off the table now
as her trembling little body followed the countless number of the
skyrockets bunting in her head. "My cunt, eat my CUNT!" she cried through a
wild delirium of delight, splaying her legs wide for more of his kisses as
she came quaking down to kiss the table with her hot bottom once again.

 "You like to talk when you're having sex, eh?" he said, between one
marvelously tingling kiss and the next. "You can't help cussing and talking
dirty, can you?" he said, chuckling and rubbing his chin against her
exploding clit. "Total release. That's good. I like it. So will Miss
Beresford," he said, and buried his handsome face between her legs once
again, and stabbed and swirled in her gushing open cunt with his wonderful
tongue.

 "Oh, shit!" Joyce cried, exploding again. "Feels so fucking good I can't
stand it, I CAN'T STAND IT! Eat my cunt! For God's sake, don't stop yet! It
feels so good to come, come, come!" she moaned, arching up off the table
again, elevated by the strong hands squeezing her asscheeks and the far
stronger feelings surging everywhere within her little writhing body.

 Head rocking back and forth on the leather, the room was a kaleidoscope
seen through her whipping blonde hair. The gleaming instruments, the
medicine baffles, the medical volumes, all the things she loved were
surrounding her, while this marvelous man she so admired made her come over
and over again with his wonderful hot kisses. It had been months since
she'd had any sex, and now he was releasing all her pent-up sexual energies
at once. He was doing it in just the way she'd subconsciously wanted it --
thoroughly, passionately licking her cunt, promising her better things to
come, even encouraging her to use those exciting obscenities that somehow
burst out of her when she was having sex.

 She reached down and grasped his hair with her fingers, pulled his face 
harder against the seething gash, all hot and wet between her legs. "Suck
my twat and then fuck me!" she cried, hips jerking up at his agile thick
tongue, body throwing a fuck at his handsome face. "Oh God, I need this so
bad! Make me come just one more time and then shove that big hat cock of
yours mine and fuck me silly! Years of work, years of training, I'd give it
all up to feel your cock in me! But make me come with your tongue again
first! YES! YES!" she hoarsely cried as he sucked in her clit and most of
her vulva and lashed that supersensitive flesh with his tongue. "IT FEELS
SO GOOD, SO FUCKING GOOD! AAAOOOOOO!!! YEEEE-E-E-E-E!!! So good I can't
STAND IT! CANT STAND ANY MORE!!!" she screamed as the orgasm became
painfully intense.

 His fingers deep in her asscheeks were alone enough to make her come now,
but still he was sucking with fierce passion on her clit. She was weeping,
sobbing too hard to beg him to stop and let her rest for a moment before
she took his cock in her cunt. She felt she'd had in these few minutes
enough cunt-lapping to last her a lifetime, but she still hungered for his
cock. Just a little rest, then that lovely hard cock in her cunt, and she'd
be sexually satisfied for many months to come.

 Her hands were pushing at his head now. She lay there shivering and
shuddering, still tingling with the residues of her orgasms, very painfully
sensitive now to even those last touches of his tongue tip swirling over
her but. His tongue was teasing it, twins to soothe it while she lay there
panting and moaning, trying to release.

 Joyce sighed deeply when at last he arose, licking his smiling lips. "Your
cunt tastes good. You've really got a little honey-hole there. And you sure
know how to come."

 "It's been so long. I was practically out of my mind when I got here. You
took me by surprise. I don't... normally do this."

 He just chuckled at her explanations. She tried to pull down her smock,
but he zipped it up again. She was still so weak from the sudden inundation
of sex that she couldn't get up from the table, but she could cover her
face with her hands. She wondered exactly what she'd said to him in the
heat of her passion, and she wondered if she'd heard him right when he'd
been talking.

 "Please don't!" she said, when he put his hand on her cunt again. "I'll
have coitus with you... Phil, but first let me rest for just a minute."

 He chuckled and went on slipping his fingers over her wet flesh. He said,
"Coitus? Let's not get medical after hours, Dr. Carruthers. You're just
plain Joyce now, and we're going to fuck, not have coitus. So you like to 
have your cunt licked, eh?"

 "Yes. Of course. What normal woman doesn't enjoy cunnilingus?" she said,
trying hard to get hold of herself.

 "You like it when some handsome bastard with a big flicking tongue sucks
your cunt, cunt? You really go for cuntlappers?" he said, toying with his
finger around the opened lips of her cunt.

 It was awful hearing her words thrown back at her. It made her ashamed,
and at the same time it started little twinges of wicked excitement flowing
again. "I told you," she said, "enjoyment of cunnilingus is normal for a
woman."

 "But I did it ten times better than a man or little nurses. Is that right,
Joyce?" he said, still moving.

 Joyce moaned and tried to close her leg. "I didn't, I was... fantasizing"

 "If that excites you, you won't have to fantasize around here. My
receptionist, Miss Beresford, she likes to lick cunt. She's bisexual. She'd
give that pretty little twat of yours a licking you wouldn't soon forget.
She'd suck your cunt for you. She'd kiss this pretty little box till you
came as good as you did for me."

 "Don't... talk like that," she said, starting to breathe hard again,
feeling the champagne bubbles tingling in her bloodstream once more. "I
didn't mean any of the things I said."

 "You got all the nurses at medical school to go down on you, did you?
Those stupid little nurses, all impressed by your medical talent, impressed
enough for you to get them to suck your cunt. Did you eat them too, Joyce?
Do you like licking cunt as much as you like having yours licked for you?"

 "No, no, no," she moaned. "It wasn't like that at all." She was getting
quite hot again. It was his fingers, and the smell of his male body so
close beside her as she lay there giddy and confused on the table. "It was
just one time. Months and months ago. An impromptu party. Too much wine. We
played strip poker, and there was some horseplay. Nothing more. Oh, Doctor.
Oh, Phil. Do it to me now. I'm so ready. I'll be good to you."

 "Do what?" he said, twiddling her cunt again, reawakening all her vigorous
lusts before they had a chance to properly escape for a while. "Lick your
twat some more? I've had about enough of that."

 "No, fuck me," she murmured. "Fuck my cunt," she said, and she smiled and 
took her hands from her face, wanting to see him now to add to the lust
that as already wonderfully out of control again.

 "You be good to me flint," he said, and the smile froze on her face, for
there was his cock, staring her right in the face.
CHAPTER TWO

 The sight of Dr. Morgan's cock startled Joyce, but only for a moment. He'd
dropped his pants and now its big rosy bead, wet with his seminal oozing,
was through the doctor's white coat. It was a big cock, a long one with a
robustly sized head on it. Its little mouth was gaping wide at her, as if
it were silently screaming for her pussy, just as her pussy was silently
screaming for that big hot cock to be in it. His lingers, still smoothly
moving aver the slick surfaces of her cunt, couldn't begin to give her the
pleasure that cock could. Even the doctor's wonderful tongue wouldn't be as
good as that cock in her once he slid it in her cunt and worked it in and
out.

 "Yes, I'll be good to you," Joyce murmured to the big prick there before
her eyes, and reached up with one trembling hand to touch it.

 It was hot and hard, just as she knew it would be. It was thicker to the
touch than it looked. It would stretch her cunt, hurt her at first, but
even the pain would be pleasure to her after her months of sexual
abstinence. It throbbed in her hand, just like her cunt was throbbing and
pulsing under the doctor's teasing fingers.

 "I'll be good to your beautiful cock. Just get it in me and fuck the shit
out of me," she said, her cultured voice almost a growl now in her dizzily
mounting need.

 "Suck it first. Eat me like I ate you," he said, and shoved it at her over
the examination table.

 The foreskin peeled further back in her hand. The already taut skin of the
knob grew even tauter under her grip as it came at her face, at her mouth.
Joyce had never sucked a man off before. Each and every time she'd had sex,
her pussy had been in such crying need to be filled that she'd simply
climbed on the man's cock without even stopping to suck on it first. She
had thought about sucking cock, however. The idea of it wasn't totally
repugnant to her, but neither did it hold much appeal to her. In her
opinion, it was simply a way of pleasing a man, something very nice to do
for the man she would someday love. And now here she was with a man who was
almost a total stranger to her, his cock mere indict from her mouth, and 
looming ever closer.

 She could smell it, rich and rank and meaty, and yet at the same time with
a deeply permeating aroma that she couldn't identify, but that she could
feet dear down to her toes. She could see it, she could smell it, and then
she could taste it as she opened her mouth to protest and it was pushed in
through her lips before she could utter more than a whimper.

 Her first sensation was that of its silken texture. Then all at once she
was bit with its warmth, its life, and the taste of it, oh, the taste of
it! Gone was the rankness and present was that deeply permeating flavor
making her taste buds tinge and her mouth water for more of it. She rolled
ova on her side, little tits lolling on her chest under the rumpled smock.
She took a good hold on it and sucked.

 "Easy, baby, easy," he cautioned, and she made herself ease back lest she
damage this wonderfully precious thing. It was so strong, yet so fragile
and delicate. She'd anticipated such pleasure from it once it was inserted
in her cunt, and already it was giving her a flew kind of pleasure that was
satisfying enough in itself.

 "That's right," he said, stroking her head, sliding it in and out of her
mouth through her pursed lips. "Nice and easy. And lick it. Lick my
cockhead like I licked your little cunt, Joyce. Yeah, you're a good
cocksucker, kid," he said as he tickled her cunt with his fingers and
tickled her tongue with his cock. "This is one doctor's office where you'll
get some good training. Teach you to suck me off and drop your pants for a
hot fuck whenever I feel like one. Teach you how to take it up your pretty
little butt hole and like it. Yeah-h-h-h-h, between me and Emily, we'll
teach you a lot of things, you hot little nymphomaniac of a doctor. And
you'll love it. You'll love every bit of it. Just like you love getting
fucked in the mouth, baby. Between me and Miss Beresford, we'll keep your
pussy raw, and you'll love every minute of it. Right? Am I right?" His
hands demanded in answer. One was pinching her tit and the other was
pinching her nipple. It was painful, it was demanding an answer, and it
thrilled Joyce to the core when she reverently nodded her head yes as she
sucked the doctor's big hot cock.

 "My balls. Kiss my balls," he said.

 Her lips tried to follow his cockhead as it was withdrawn from her panting
mouth. Everywhere in her body she was seething with hunger for more, mow of
his cock, more of the insane excitement that was coursing and bunting so
magnificently in her now.

 His prick slid across her face, under her nose and over her lips, and she 
writhed in an ecstasy of hot desire for more of this lust that was
overcoming her. His balls, soft and hot and hairy, kissed her cheek, and
she turned her head and clasped them to her lips with her hand. The smell
of him was everywhere now, filling her brain, taking over her being as she
pelted his big nuts with worshipful kisses. Madness had taken her over and
she welcomed it. She was coming, not just in her cunt, but everywhere in
her body, and every moment more, more, more.

 "Lick my balls. Think about the good stuff inside 'em, and lick my nuts,"
he told her.

 "Mmmmm! NNNNG!" The sweaty rich taste of his nuts we enough to drive her
crazy, and their warmth added further to her wildness. Her body was
shuddering and arching on the table while she kissed up under his nut sac
copiously, sex juice running down to make her asshole itch even more. He'd
said he would fuck her there, and just the thought of that now made her
asshole open up like a flower. He was still tweaking her nipples and
diddling her twat, gazing down at her with easy masculine scorn showing
through the lust on his face, knowing she couldn't help herself now,
knowing how much she loved it all. She just went on kissing aid sucking his
heavy balls, holding onto his cock with both hands, hoping it would never
end.

 "I'd like to cream all over your pretty face, Dr. Carruthers," he said.
"I'll do that for you someday. Someday soon. God damn, I didn't realize the
old al mater was turning out nympho bitches like you. Was this how you got
your good grades?"

 "No, no, never," she moaned against his delectable big nuts. "I don't know
what's come over me. It's been too long."

 "You look like you're about ready for a fuck." "Oh... God... YES!" she
cried, her cunt on fire again. "Put it in me! Put this beautiful big thing
in me and fuck me!"

 "Where, Joyce? Tell me where."

 "In my cunt, in my cunt, in my Goddamned fuckhole," she said in that
growling voice again.

 "Show it to me, Joyce. Sit up and give me an anatomy lesson, Dr.
Carruthers. Show me where you want me to fuck you."

 Joyce found that her feet were out of the stirrups. Panting and gasping,
seething all over with hot desire, she heaved herself up on her elbows,
swung around on the table and dangled her legs over the side of it. He 
stood a pace back from it, smiling, with his lug cock in hand and sticking
up at her. She hated him then, but she had to have his cock no matter what
her other feelings were.

 She ripped off the smock, for anything at all on her skin was like
sandpaper then. She hooked her heels over the edge of the table, and spread
her knees widely to splay out the rich red lips of her cunt, all dripping
with her lubrication. Her blonde hair was in a tight wet mat around her
pulsing, itching pussy. She leaned back on her elbows, tits quivering, cunt
wide open and waiting.

 "That's where I want it!" she spat at him. "Stop teasing me and give me
that cock! You know how to do it. Just stick it in my hole. Fuck me. Is
that what you want to hear? Fuck the shit out of me, Dr. Morgan!"

 He came forward and shoved his cockhead into her wet slit, and skidded it
up past her hungry hole to jam it against her clit. She was too far gone to
admonish him for purposely going on with the humiliating teasing. She just
reached down and gabbed his hot meat and stabbed the big blunt end of it
against her screaming hole. For a moment there was a weird sexual tug of
war between them, but then he surged forward and drove his cock in her up
to the hilt.

 "UUUUUUH-H-H-H-H!!!" If there was any pain, Joyce didn't feel it. All she
felt wan completion of her body as a woman, a fulfillment of her soul as a
human being. It seemed as if she had everything she wanted in life then,
but only for a moment.

 His cock was way up inside her, as far as it would go. There was wonderful
pressure on her clitoral area. There was tat stretching she'd craved. But
what she now needed was friction, and plenty of it.

 "Come on and fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, please fuck me! Phil, Phil,"
she moaned, "for the love of God, fuck me!"

 "Many times," he said, slowly moving now at last. "Any time. All the time.
Right, Joyce?"

 "All the time, oh, all the time!" she promised as her body undulated with
sensuous luxury under these first slow movements of his cock.

 "You and me and Miss Beresford, having a ball all the time, all the
fucking time."

 "Yes, yes, yes," she said, all but purring now as she felt the approach of
that one big climax she'd been searching for all along, the one that would 
end her sexual hunger forever.

 "Sucking cocks and cunts, butt-fucking and cunt-fucking and having a ball,
a fucking Goddamned ball with you, any time we want to."

 "Any time at all," she said, joining in his sex fantasy, just as he'd
joined in hers. "But show me now. Fuck me now. Harder, oh, harder!"

 "Like this?" he said, and gave her half a dozen lightning-swift, pile
driver-hard stabs that sent her senses reeling again. They brought her
right to the brink of that huge come she so craved before he stopped his
hard fucking and mashed his cunt-it-smelling mouth on hers. She sucked in
the tongue that had so recently been in her curd while she reveled in the
continued the sliding of his cock in her cunt, no matter how slow they were
now.

 She wrenched her mouth from his and said, "More! Give me more! Give it to
me hard!"

 He started socking it to her and she started throwing it back at him. Her
tight little buttocks were bouncing on the edge of the table as she threw
her hips up to meet each of his wonderfully savage jabs until she was
seeing stars. His big cock filled her hole right up, stretching the dewy
lips to the utmost. Her round tits jiggled and jounced under the snapping
of her pelvis as that big thing was stuck into her again and again. Its
squeals were loud, and the sounds were satisfying to her.

 She was sweating, and her hair was hanging lankly down over her face. Her
face was a twisted grimace of animal pleasure as she watched herself
getting good and fucked. Her belly, flat as a boy's, was rising and falling
with each of the strokes of the cock in her, and her legs were flexing
rapidly to keep up with him as he stood flat-footed on the floor and gave
her all he had. Orgasm after ripping orgasm burst in her, but still she
held out for more.

 His fingers sank deeper still into her hips, and he grunted, "Can't...
hold back... much longer!"

 "Give it to me!" Joyce cried. "God damn, give me your fucking come! Fill
me up with it! No! Yesssss!!!!"

 "ARRRGGH!" It was he who snarled like a beast now, lips drawn back and
teeth clenched. She could see on his face the pleasure she was giving him,
and she could feel in her cunt the hot lava bursting the last obstacle to
her total relief.

 "GAHH-H-H-H-H-H!!! FU-U-U-U-UCK!!!" she squalled, rocking the whole table
with him as his cock spit and spewed inside her.

 Foamy white come appeared around the hot lips of her pussy. It was
intimately mingled with her sex juices now as together they joined in a
panting, gasping struggle to grind the very most out of their pleasure
while making it last as long as they could. Her pussy tightened down, just
as his cock swelled and throbbed with each of his heavy ejaculations. The
friction she'd been craving was certainly there for her to feel now. Her
cunt was getting hotter by the moment as the orgasm reached on and on. And
then he grabbed her by the ass and shoved it all the way in her again, and
he worked his hips in circles till he'd stirred up her guts with his cock,
forcing the last of his sperm deep inside her.

 "Oh! Oh. Oh-h-h-h," she sighed, collapsing back on the table, robbed of
all her strength.

 Her feet slipped from the edge of the table and her legs dangled down one
side. Collapsing backward, she couldn't keep from letting her head and arms
dangle down the other side. She was bent in half over the table and half
unconscious when the big log inside her was slowly withdrawn.

 Her pussy immediately started dripping its juices on the floor. She tried
to right herself, but she was too weak and sleepy for that. She just
managed to lift her head a little when she heard Dr. Morgan chuckle and she
felt his cock and balls, all wet and slippery from their fuck, being pushed
against her face.

 "Yeah, we're going to have a good time together, Dr. Carruthers," he said
from somewhere high above her. "Come an now. Let's get to bed."

 Her arms and legs were still dangling limply as he picked her up and
carried her out of his examining room. She was dumped onto a wide bed and
rolled around on it while he drew the coven back. Almost asleep, she felt
the bed creak under his weight and she heard him dialing the telephone.

 "Emily?" he said. "Hope I didn't break up anything important with this
call. I'm staying over the office tonight with our new intern. I think
you'll find her very likeable. Why don't you come in an hour early and I'll
introduce you to each other. We can have breakfast in bed together," he
said, and laughed merrily.

 He snuggled up next to her under the covers.

 She was groggy, she felt drugged, but she heard him say, "This is one
internship that'll be unforgettable."
CHAPTER THREE

 Joyce awoke with a headache and with a hard hot thing lying up the groove
of her spine that she immediately identified as a cock. She didn't know
where she was. For a moment she placed herself several years back in time,
when she was a wild teenager, drinking and having promiscuous times, and
waking up in strange beds like this one.

 But then it all came shockingly clear to her in a flash.

 She wasn't an aimless teenager any more, she was a physician. And yet on
the very first day of her internship she'd gotten drunk and behaved with
wild sexual abandon with a man who was almost a total stranger to her.
Appalling behavior. If she went on like that, she'd never become the
full-fledged doctor she'd worked for so many years to become. But aside
from the damage the night before might have done to her career, it had
damaged her confidence in herself even more. She'd thought she was
self-disciplined, in complete charge of her personality and her sex life.
All it had taken was half a bottle of champagne and a little forceful talk
from the man with the big cock in her back and she'd proved herself to be
as sexually unstable as a nymphomaniac.

 She tried to stir, to get out of bed and away from him, but his hands
tightened on her breasts and he murmured in his sleep and pulled her harder
against his early morning erection. She lay there ashamed of herself for
what she'd done with him, for the things she'd said to him, for the way
she'd lost complete control of herself. She felt dirtied, and Dr. Morgan's
warm, even breath on the nape of her neck made her flesh crawl with
loathing for him. The bastard, he'd taken advantage of her exhausted
condition. He'd seen how tired she was and he'd surmised how excited she'd
been with her new position in life, and he'd cleverly seduced her. He'd
made her tell him about the innocent lesbian experience she'd had, he'd
induced her to use vile language during her many orgasms of the night
before, he'd gotten her to perform fellatio on him. He'd even induced her
to promise total sexual license with him and the receptionist she hadn't
even met yet! Worst of all, he'd gotten her to love every crazy moment of
it.

 Of course the alcohol had helped him. Joyce hadn't had anything to drink
in a long time, and it had hit her hard. Her mild headache and the dryness
of her mouth proved that no matter how good the champagne had tasted, she
shouldn't have drunk it.

 But, no. Those were all lies going desperately through her head. She was 
practicing something she abhorred in others, and that was self-deception.

 She had no one to blame but herself. It was she who'd chosen to drive for
eight hours instead of arriving the next morning, rested and refreshed. It
was she who'd swallowed the champagne, and no one else. It was she who'd
readily agreed to taking off her clothes for his midnight physical exam,
and it was she who'd opened her legs for him and madly sucked on his cock.
She wasn't so well controlled as she'd thought, but she would be in the
future.

 Again she moved away from him, this time briskly enough to wake him up.
She didn't care. She had to get away from him and cleanse herself. She had
to get away from that big hot cock being pushed against her back.

 "Morning," he said. "Where do you think you're going so early?"

 "I have to go to the bathroom, Dr. Morgan," she said crisply. "Will you
please excuse me."

 "Stick around till Emily gets here. You don't have to piss that bad, and
water sports are something she digs. She'll bring us coffee in bed."

 Blushing hotly, Joyce struggled against the big jug clasped over her tits
and said, "Will you do anything in bed. All I want to do is get to work
with my patients."

 "They're my patients," he said as he yanked her back against him. "And you
won't be seeing a damned one of 'em if we don't get along."

 "You can't stop me from practicing medicine!" she said, furiously
struggling now. "Let me go!"

 "I can make you wish you'd never even thought of becoming a doctor," he
said, and all but scalped her as he jerked her by her hair. "What the
hell's the matter with you, anyway? We got off to the right start last
night, and we're going to keep going in the same direction. Don't get
uptight about Emily. She likes sex as much as you do. And she's a helluva
lot easier to get started with it. Relax, Dr. Carruthers. It's the best
time of the day for a little balling."

 "But I don't want to have sex now. Not with you and not with anyone.
Especially this Miss Beresford, someone I don't even know, and a woman at
that! Please let me up. I really do have to go to the bathroom."

 "Emily will personally escort you. Relax till she gets here. It won't be
long."

 There was no way in the world Joyce could relax, and no way she could
escape from the strong arms that held her to the doctor's nude body. He was
too strong for her even when he let go with on. This hand was used to shift
his erection around until it was lodged up between her legs. Its muscular
thickness pushed up against her closed cuntlips. It was so long that it
protruded out in front of her from between her clenched thighs. Its heat
throbbed insistently against her while her brain raced helplessly to think
of some way out of this bed, out of the whole situation she'd worked so
hard to get herself into.

 "Nice little tits," he murmured in her ear as he cupped them in his hands.
"You've got a body like a teenager, but you're all woman. I sure like the
way you come. I imagine you like it even better," he said, shifting his
hips back and forth, rubbing the thick length of his cock against Joyce's
soft cunt.

 "What time do the patients start coming in, Doctor"

 "We've got plenty of time. Don't worry, hope your pussy isn't sore yet,"
he said, and located her clitoris with his finger. He held open her
cuntlips with his fingers and pulled the very warm head of his cock up
against her pussy. He held it there while he languorously moved his hips
back and forth. In effect he was masturbating, but he was using her closed
thighs and her cunt slit instead of his hand.

 Joyce was almost wishing this Miss Beresford would come and get things
over with. She knew she could handle the situation. She would show no
response at all to the tough old lesbian whom Dr. Morgan employed and
played sexual games with. While Dr. Morgan might stir her emotions, there
was no way she could get sexually involved with some cigar-chewing bull
dyke. Joyce would just act cool, bored, and it would soon be over with.
That act wouldn't be hard to put on, for it would be sincere. What was
getting to be difficult, however, was remaining cool and bored under the
continuing attentions of the handsome doctor at her back.

 His hands were very good and gentle on her breasts, but not too gentle as
they plucked at her nipples. His prick between her legs was a constantly
moving thing, and a constant reminder of how wild she'd gone when she'd
been with him the night before. His body against her was the most
disturbing thing. She'd slept alone for so long that now his
all-encompassing warmth couldn't help but be comforting and soothing. If he
wasn't such a domineering bastard, she might indeed have an affair with
him. As it was, she'd keep him at arm's length once this dreadful morning
was over with.

 His fingers were making her nipples aft if. She couldn't help that. Her
pussy was getting moist, too, and that was just as inevitable. Starved for
sex for so long, then reawakened to it, her body needed a bit more of it
before she could push sex into the background and concentrate fully on her
work. But she didn't want to have anything to do with this lesbian woman.
The thing she should do was to go right ahead and have sex with the doctor,
just as quickly as possible. Then, once Miss Beresford arrived, Dr.
Morgan's sexual appetite would be slaked and the possibility of a three-way
sexual experience would be gone. Smiling at her cleverness, Joyce turned
around in his strong arms and kissed him.

 As soon as his tongue was in her mouth, his cock was back between her
legs. Inserted from the front now, its sturdy length opened her cuntlips
even mom. His furry pubic area made even better contact with her clitoral
region, and now she could distinctly feel her growing warmth and moisture
down below. She wanted it to grow quickly. To this end she moved her hips
in counterpoint with those of her temporary lover, managing the nice hard
cock between her legs, feeling confident in her plan.

 "That's it," he murmured against her throat. "Really, forget about they
damned patients for a while, and have some fun. How about a little
sixty-nine till Emily gets here?"

 "I'd just like you to fuck me, Phil," she said, smiling and kissing him,
running her hand through his hair and squirming her lithe little body
against him.

 "Wouldn't you like me to suck that pretty pussy for you? Wouldn't you like
to lick my cock when it's so nice and hard?"

 "I'd love to feel that in me," she said, trying to thrust the slippery wet
mouth of her cunt against the head of his cock.

 "My tongue in your pussy, my cock in your mouth," he said, and slipped his
tongue inside her mouth again.

 It was amazing how quickly she'd become aroused now that she'd let herself
go a little. Her nipples were like hard buttons against his hairy chest,
and her pussy was all warm and wet, and seething with desire for the big
hard cock that was so very close to being in the right place in it. She was
even panting a little as she kissed him, arms slung about his neck, open
mouth glued to his, body tingling with desire. She had to have him, and
quickly, before she got too carried away.

 She tore her mouth from his and said, "Come on, Phil. Let's fuck. I don't
want to wait for it. I want you now."

 "Oh? You want to feel my big hot cock in your cunt?"

 "Yes, Phil. That'd feel so nice," she told him, and very truthfully.

 "You really dig a big fucking stick sliding in and out of your hot little
cunt, don't you?"

 "God damn, I just love it. I just love it. Give it. Make it squirt in me,
make me come!"

 "We'll get around to that. Lots and lots of times. But wouldn't you rather
I got down there and licked you off a little, first? Hmm? Wouldn't you like
to feel my tongue in your cunt? Wouldn't you like me to suck on your clit a
little first? That'd feel good, wouldn't it?"

 "Mm-m-m," she answered, moaning, squirming her twat against his cock,
almost wishing it was his tongue. But there was no time for that just now.

 "Shit, Joyce, I just love to eat pussy. A nice hot cunt, all wet and
juicy, there's nothing better first thing in the morning. Is your clit
swollen up?" he asked, feeling it with just a little too much gentleness
now. "Is your cunt sore?"

 "Not a bit!" she said, pushing it back against his fingers.

 "It's sure wet enough. Feels like you've pissed a little already. Smells
good and hot. Makes my mouth water. I've really got myself a tongue-hard,"
he said, and stabbed it in her mouth before she could plead with him again
to fuck her.

 But she could plead with her cunt. With her whole body, for that matter.
She squirmed and writhed against him, sucking strongly on his tongue,
panting quickly now through flared nostrils as he slid his cock against her
delightfully sensitized cunt and twiddled her throbbing clit at the same
time. It would be beautiful to be sucked off for a few minutes before she
got that cock in her cunt. Those same lips that were sucking on her tongue
would be a thousand times more exciting sucking on her clit. But there was
no time, at feast not just now.

 "What about it, Joyce? How would you like to suck my cock, while I lick
your juicy little split from your asshole to your cunt. Eh?"

 "Just fuck me. Please fuck me," she whimpered. "Oh, God, I need it so
bad," she said, and reached down under the coven and took a firm grip on
his wonderfully hard cock and tiled to jam it into her hotly itching hole.

 "Don't rush things. We'll get to that."

 "Now, Phil! Put your cock in my cunt and fuck the shit out of me right
now!" she panted, all flushed and hot with excitement and need, and
terribly frustrated that she couldn't get his cockhead up against her
cuntlips.

 "Maybe if you ask me nicely I'd fuck that beautiful little cunt of yours
before I sucked on it," he said, and jammed his mouth on hers again before
she could catch her breath to utter a word.

 He took his cock out of her hand and began to rub it against her cunt. The
rubbery softness of his cockhead molded perfectly to her screaming itchy
sex-bud. No matter how she writhed and squirmed, she couldn't get it in her
cunt, and each of her movements made her need for an orgasm even greater.
His mouth was consuming her, his cockhead was inflaming her. Moaning and
panting through the deep kiss, she was beside herself in her need for
something more in her twat, in her hotly burning cunt. A tongue would do
the job now. Just one strong suck on her cunt and... BANG! Off she'd go on
a soaring trip to sexual heaven. She got her hand on his cock again, pulled
hard and almost had it in her hole, when suddenly and unexpectedly the
covers were whipped back from the bed.

 Joyce squealed and rolled over on her back, and looked straight up at the
grinning face of a buxom woman. Her skin was as pale and smooth as cream,
and her hair was raven black and gleaming. She was wearing a short green
dress that wrapped around her stunningly shapely body very intimately. Her
waist was very slim, her hips broadly and smoothly sweeping, and her tits
so big and jutting that she looked top heavy despite her big stature.
Bracelets still jangled on her wrists from her having thrown back the
bedclothes, and her smile was dark red and crooked as she gazed down at the
nude couple she'd revealed. Her eyes were a sultry green, what could be
seen of them through her thick black lashes, and her nose was impudently up
tilted. In Joyce's condition of mixed shock and sexual excitement, the
woman was strikingly beautiful.

 The bed creaked under her weight as she placed one knee on it, extended
her hand, and said, "Dr. Carruthers, I presume."

 Joyce tried to reach the covers, but behind her Dr. Morgan laughed and
shoved her at the woman who had to be Emily Beresford. "Well, get up and
shake hands, Joyce. Where are your manners?"

 Joyce was helped up to her knees. She tried to maintain some semblance of
dignity, partially covering her breasts with her left hand, holding out her
right, and stammering, "H-How do you do?"

 The brunette's hand was warm and soft and strong. "She's a cute little
thins, Phil," she said. "It looks as if we're going to have an even better
time around here in the future Joyce," she went on, and leaned forward,
looming close. A peck the sisterly kind on Joyce's lips that helped to
steady the little blonde. Though Joyce was stark naked and still flushed
with the heat of desire, still what her hand was released by the imposing
brunette.

 "Beautiful big cock you've got there this morning," said the big woman as
she tugged at the sash of her little dress. "I'm glad you waited till I got
here before you used it, Phil. Do you like fucking, Joyce? And do you like
sucking? You look as if you do. And do you like girls as well as boys?
Let's hope so, but if not, we'll soon attend to that. What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?"

 "I... I..." Joyce stammered as the sash to the green dress was whipped off
and thrown aside, immediately followed by the little green dress itself.

 If Miss B. had appeared beautiful and sexy before, now she was ten times
more that way, for she hadn't a stitch of clothing on under her single
outer garment. Her tits, big as they were, stood up proudly all by
themselves, without the slightest need for support. Her nipples, as red as
her lips, were standing at full attention as they stared at Joyce's
quivering titties with their prim pink nipples. Her navel was a soft, deep
gash in the creamy smooth bulge of her belly. The hair on her cunt was just
as black as that on her head. It was thick and curly there between the
tapered white columns of her thighs, and it reached up in a spreading fan
high on her belly toward her navel.

 "I asked you if the cat had your tongue and it appears as if I'll have to
find out for myself," said the voluptuous woman. She jerked Joyce into her
arms and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR

 Emily Beresford's mouth was incredibly softer than Dr. Morgan's. Joyce
didn't want to be kissed by her, but the mouth on hers was so soft, so warm
and fragrant, that Joyce had to linger for just a moment longer to
experience this strange new sensation. And in that moment she was lost.

 Soft as the mouth on hers was, it was vibrantly strong, and it was
constantly moving. Joyce felt that she'd never known anything quite so
alive and stimulating as this mouth on her. Then three fingers slid 
electrically down through her open wet cunt. It truly did feel as if they
were wiring electricity into her, but it was a warm and friendly
electricity that thrilled rater than killed. Those fingers knew exactly
where to touch her and exactly how hard to do it. The sensations they
produced were quite enough to overcome Joyce's shock at being kissed so
suddenly. She could even put up with the feeling of those enormous tits
pushing against her in order to feel a bit more of those beautifully
wriggling fingers in her slit, exciting her and at the same time soothing
her, tickling her and yet quieting her fears. As badly as she had to pee,
the woman's fingers had her right on the brink of orgasm. If she hadn't had
a full bladder, and if that viper Dr. Morgan hadn't been right behind her
naked butt, she might well have come at the first touch of Emily
Beresford's fingers in her twat. As it was she felt absolutely wild -- wild
to strive a bit for that orgasm and wild to get herself out of this
shameful position.

 And just as Joyce was summoning up the last of her will power, her hand
was grasped by the woman on the bed with her and pulled against flesh that
was even softer, warmer, wetter than the mouth that was so busily sucking
on her tongue. That was a cunt she was feeling, and the very idea of it was
so titillating that Joyce felt faint with sudden lust.

 And then it became all the more thrilling as she felt the voluptuous body
before her began to quake and tremble. Joyce sucked back on the soft lips.
She quickly located the woman's clitoris, found it to be wonderfully big,
and teased and tickled and pulled it just as her own was being teased and
tickled and pulled.

 Dip, lovely wet mouth was pulled from hers. There was an audible smack as
it was torn away, and Joyce could open her eyes to the thrilling change
that had so quickly taken place in the beautiful, poised woman who'd come
into the room just moments before. Gone was her haughty expression and her
crooked smile, and in their place were glazed eyes and a slack mouth,
flushed checks and flaring nostrils. Emily Beresford was nonetheless
beautiful than before, but now with the mask of lust on her face, her
beauty was infinitely more exciting to behold. The woman was about to come,
and Joyce was right there to see it happening! It didn't matter at all that
Dr. Morgan had his finger up between her asscheeks and was smearing her
overflowed cunt juice on her asshole. It didn't matter that he was watching
and making dirty remarks or that a woman was playing with her cunt while
she played with the woman. Even her own dizzy feelings were of little
importance, for all that mattered now was that she excite this absolutely
beautiful woman even more and be there to watch even trifling moment of her
orgasm.

 "Are you feeling good? Are you going to come?" Joyce eagerly asked.

 "Feeling wonderful!" the big brunette exclaimed. "Damn right I'm going to
come! You, too! Together! Come on!?!"

 "GO ahead!" said Joyce, twiddling that lovely big tilt with expert
fingers.

 "Gaw-w-w-w-wd, just look at us," the gorgeous brunette moaned, swaying
backward, big jugs jiggling and pale body all flushed. "Kneeling here on
the beds finger-fucking when we just met."

 Joyce gazed down, at the two of them. There was the women with her big
tits, her thick hair getting tended around her, her cunt juice running down
to make her thighs glisten with moisture, coming from the touch of Joyce's
fingers. And there she herself was, a petite blonde with perky little round
titties and prim little blonde muff. Compared to Emily Beresford, Dr. Joyce
Carruthers was nothing more than a slip of a girl, but she could feel even
bit of womanly delight that Emily was feeling as time after time her wet
and slippery fingers brought the big brunette to another climax.

 Dr. Morgan wriggled his finger deeper inside Joyce's tight little asshole
and said, "You've really got her going, Doc. Why don't you get down there
and lick her cunt and make her really take off. Go on. You'll like the
taste of that twat. It's hot and sweet, and it stinks so goad you just
can't quit it."

 "Oh, no. Oh, no," said Joyce, aware only then that the penetrating perfume
in the air was the smell of women in heat, her smell and that of the
stunning brunette she was gazing at.

 "Oh, yes, eat my cunt for me!" Emily panted. "Go right down and give me a
good licking, you little blonde doll," she said, and rasped Joyce by the
nape of her neck and tried to force her down.

 "No!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting out of her grip, but not far enough. The
grip was strong, and before Joyce could escape she found her mouth pressed
firmly against one of the big red nipples on the end, of the lesbian's
mammoth, jutting tits.

 The red on it was from lipstick. Joyce could taste that right away, and
right after that she could taste the far more exciting flavor of the bare
nipple on the end of the big tit, all covered with gooseflesh, a nipple as
big as the end of a thumb. She couldn't help but suck on it. It was made
far sucking, and Joyce had to do it. She had to go on tickling that lovely
big clit, too, partly because her hand was being pressed against it, partly
because of the thrilling sensations she was producing in the rest of the 
woman's body.

 Christ, she had her quivering and shaking everywhere. She had her coming
time after time, in rapid succession as she pulled and pushed on her clit
and sucked and tongue-lashed her nipple. It gave Joyce a feeling of
tremendous power to be able to control the actions of such a big, strong
woman. With a tweak of her fingers she could make her big hips surge, and
with a flick of her tongue she could make her moan with delight.

 And then Joyce did it all at once. She got it all together, as the saying
goes, and sucked as thrillingly as she could on that lovely big nipple as
she diddled that swollen wet clit the best way imaginable. The result was a
gutsy groan from the big woman, a shudder originating in her spine and
spreading everywhere through her body, and a moan of delight that Joyce
could feel as well as hear.

 "OH-H-H-H-H, GAWD! Little blonde... really making me come! Uh, it, UH!
Fuck me with your fingers, baby, and suck my nipple! Bite it! YES! OH,
HARDER! GAW-W-W-W-D, DAMN!" she exploded, as Joyce nipped her harder with
her teeth. "Am I ever going to get even with you for this one. Oh, Christ!
Just a little more. Ah-h-h-h-h! A little more, and I'll take care of you,
baby!"

 Joyce straightened up and hugged her. She was still playing with her cunt,
but softly now in the aftermath of her orgasm. Lesbian or not, this was a
woman who was her sister, and she cared for such a person enough to bring
her down sweetly and joyfully, warmly and lovingly, from the heights of
orgasmic bliss. The delights of orgasm were still rippling through the
magnificent body in Joyce's arms. Wonderful warm shivers caused it to
tremble and quake as Joyce hugged her and soothed her sated clit. Joyce
herself was still short of orgasm, but she'd shared enough in that of this
big woman to be content with what she had until she was able to climb on
the big cock somewhere behind her and ride it till she burst.

 "God, that was nice," said Emily Beresford. "Even if you didn't go down on
me. Lay back now, and I'll suck you off, unless you'd rather go
sixty-nine."

 "No. No, it's all right," said Joyce, trying now to extricate herself from
the clinging curves of the woman she'd just pleased. "Really, I'm just not
in the mood right now. I've got to go to the bathroom," she said, and
immediately she knew that had been a mistake.

 "Oh, baby, let's go," said Emily, the crooked grin back on her face.

 "And of course you don't mind if I watch," said Dr. Morgan from behind 
her, with his big hard cock pressed up against her back as he rose and
embraced her.

 She was suddenly surrounded by lust-heated flesh, and it scared her. She
was trembling with her fear, and with the residues of the excitement that
had inevitably invaded her little body. No matter where she turned, there
was hot flesh and groping hands on her body, tickling her titties and
delving in her cunt, poking at her asshole and pulling at her nipples. And
the words flowed as hotly as the hands reached, with never a letup.

 "Cunning little body. We've got a jewel here, Emily."

 "Is she a good fuck?"

 "She loves cock, once you get her going..."

 "I've just got to lick her cunt. Right now!"

 "No! No, please! I've got to go to the toilet alone!"

 "Nonsense, we're all friends here," said the doctor, and together with his
equally strong receptionist, bore Joyce off the bed and through the little
apartment toward the bathroom.

 "Stop it! Put me down!" she said. They were bustling her right along. Her
feet weren't even touching the floor as the two naked people carried her
off toward the bathroom for more of their unwanted attentions. "Leave me
alone, you... you perverts! I'm here to practice medicine, not to roil
around in bed with you two sex fiends!"

 She tried to hit them, tried to kick them, but they carried her right on
into the tiny bathroom and stood her up with her back to the open toilet.
She stood there trembling with rage, too mad to even speak for a moment,
while Dr. Morgan grinned down at her and said, "Have a nice time for us
now, Joyce"

 "I will not!" she spat, quaking with pain as the pair held her there. "Get
out of here and leave me alone! I'll report you to the A.M.A. for this!"

 WHACK! The big brunette slapped her across the face with slinging force.
Dazzling stars were still exploding somewhere behind her eyes as
sex-twisted female face leaned close and said, "You do nothing of the kind.
All you will do is cry for us. Standing right where you, you will piss,"
she commanded, and drew back her hand a if to deliver another step across
Joyce's hot, tear-flooded cheek.

 Joyce pissed. It literally gushed out of her, flowing in a thick, ragged
stream from her cunt, splattering against her thighs and clattering loudly
in the bowl below her, relieving her enormously and at the same time
humiliating her every bit as much as the stunning slap had done.

 And Emily Beresford immediately squatted down on the bathroom floor and
gazed at Joyce's streaming crotch and exclaimed, "Beautiful! A beautiful
golden shower, just pouring out of her pussy by the bucketful. Glorious!"
she said, and as the dazed young intern looked down to see what on earth
could be so attractive about her pissing, the kneeling brunette slapped her
cupped hand up against Joyce's open crotch and splattered and rubbed the
hot yellow liquid against Joyce's flesh.

 Immediately Joyce began to come. She could help that no more than she
could look away as her salty-stinging was slapped up into her twat and
smeared all over her opened thighs. She bit her lip and clung hard to the
strong arm in her grip, but still she couldn't help but utter moans of
ecstasy as her piss flowed and her orgasm bunt.

 "Nnnnggggg! Ohh-h-h-h! Mor-r-r-r-re!"

 "Yes, more!" the kneeling woman exclaimed, and now she bent and stabbed
out her tongue to lance Joyce's cunt like a white-hot arrow, and Joyce
swayed back an her heels and then pushed hard to expel more of the
wonderful hot pee from her body.

 She could no longer see it gushing out, but she could see that marvelously
evil face there at her loins, with the long tapered tongue stabbing at her
clit. And dimly, at the side of her vision, she could see that it was not a
strong arm she was clinging to for support, but a strong cock that belonged
to the man.

 "Piss for her, Joyce. Tell her to catch it and she will. Let it go, let it
all hang out. Tell her to eat your twat."

 "Eat my cunt while I'm pissing," Joyce panted. "GOD DAMN YOU, EAT MY
FUCKING CUNT WHILE I'M PISSING FOR YOU!" she screamed, and shoved the black
head under her loins, saw the yellow water flow over the ravishingly lovely
face and felt the beautiful female tongue licking up through her
overflowing cunt.

 Her hand was being pushed up and down the length of the cock in it. She
was coming so hard she was screaming, farting, swaying back and forth over
the toilet. She came harder still as the cock in her hand erupted, shooting
thick white ropes of goo against her palpitating belly. Just as the last
hot drops of her pin flowed out of her body and over the licking tongue in 
her twat and dripped on down to the toilet bowl somewhere under her quaking
wonderfully thrilled body.

 "Wasn't that nice, Dr. Carruthers?" said the man at her side, still
milking the last of his hot semen from his cock with her little hand under
his.

 "Oh, yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," she sighed with heartfelt sincerity.

 "Did you see what fun a nice hot pissing cunt can be?" asked the smiling
woman as she rose majestically to her full height beside the nearly
swooning young woman.

 "Wonderful," Joyce murmured, not at all sure where she was any more, but
feeling gloriously relieved, everywhere on her body.

 A big hand swatted her smartly on the ass. "Okay, time to get to work.
Better take a shower before you do it, kid-o."

 "Well take up where she left off," said another woman, and smacked Joyce
soundly on the lips with her cunt-smelling, piss-tasting mouth, and Joyce
was left alone in the bathroom in this strange, alien house.

 She sat right down and cried. She sat down on the cold porcelain of the
toilet and wept great hot tears the moment they were gone. This hadn't been
sex as she'd ever known it before. This was perversion, a quick happening
between total strangers who indulged their innermost dirty desires and then
went on about theft business as if nothing had happened at all. This was
the most disgusting hour she'd ever spent in her life. She would surely
never get over this, and she would surely never get her body clean again.
And yet she had to go on, and her first step was to stagger up off the
stool and toward the shower, just as her degrading tormentor had told her
to do.

 The doctor's advice, a shower succeeded in making Joyce feel better. She
took it cold. The first rush of water made her gasp, but she stood under
its icy flow until her body felt numb and her senses were dulled. There
were patients waiting to be seen. There were her duties to perform. She
could sit down and think about what she'd been forced to do later. After
that, she could get back on a proper basis of relations with Dr. Morgan and
Miss Beresford.

 She only stayed in the tower for a few minutes, but her body was faintly
blue and covered with gooseflesh when she stepped out of the stall. She was
still gasping as she reached for a towel.

 "Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H!"

 They were obviously sexual outcries. Clearly the sounds were being made by
a woman in the throes of orgasm. Through them Joyce could hear the urgent
grunting of the rutting male. The little blonde intern wished to have
nothing at all to do with sex for a long time to come, but she was drawn to
the doorway to look far the source of the sounds.

 The sounds in there pulled her on as if she were a moth near a flame. She
simply couldn't stop herself. The towel slipped from her hand as she
teetered to the doorway on her suddenly wobbling legs. She had to lean
against the jamb to support herself as she saw exactly what she'd known
would be there.

 They were in the classic fucking position on the bed. Miss Beresford was
on her back, dark hair beautifully tousled, long white legs bent at the
knees and elevated high off the bed, big tits pillowed under the pressure
of Dr. Morgan's chest. He was on his knees between her legs with his arms
around her, with his slim hips flying. His big cock was sliding in and out
of her wet cunt. His balls were heavily slapping against her anal region.
He was making her come, fucking hell out of her, just as Joyce wanted for
herself.

 "N-o-o-o-o-o," she whimpered as her trembling hand fluttered down to her
crotch. Despite the cold shower, she was already warm there. In a sudden
sunburst, her twat was all hot again, and he was juicy and wet and ready to
fuck. She ran her fingers up and down the slick slit, and she felt like
weeping.

 She had to change places with the statuesque Miss Beresford. She wanted to
be flat on her back on the bed, with a cock in her. Those two had teased
her and played with her and sucked her cunt. They had left her with one
little dirty orgasm over the toilet, and they'd kept all the real pleasure
for themselves. She hated them, but if she had had the strength in her
legs, she would have thrown herself on top of the fucking couple and begged
to join them.

 "A-h-h-h-h," sighed the doctor, and rolled off the well-fucked form of his
receptionist. She lay there basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Her cunt
was open and drooling, and it looked as if it were smiling. His cock was
covered with glistening juices, and its thick rigidity was slowly and sadly
wilting under Joyce's hungry gaze. She found her clit with her fingers,
rubbed it hard as she tried to recapture the heavy lust that had been upon
her a moment before. She came, but weakly, frustratingly, not nearly as
beautifully as Miss Beresford had just come.

 Back into the bathroom again. They hadn't even noticed her standing there
watching them. She sat down on the toilet and sobbed into her hands. What
was coming over her? When did she turn into a nymphomaniac, as Dr. Morgan
had implied? Was this lust in her just a fleeting phenomenon? Would she go
on craving sex like this for the rest of her life? She knew the answers to
none of these questions. All she knew was that her fingers smelled of cunt,
of sex. It was easier to inhale deeply of their scent than it was to
torture herself with questions. She sniffed her twat-smelling fingers. She
licked them clean, and when she arose from the toilet her eyes were dry,
and they were gleaming with new desire.

 But the couple on the bed were gone. While she had sat there blubbering,
the two people who could put out the fire smoldering in her body had left
the little bedroom. Joyce's ordeal was over. Now she could go to work, and
soon the madness of this morning and the night before would be forgotten.

 Joyce put on a tight white bra and some trim white panties. She put on a
white slip, and pair of thigh-length stretch hose. She covered herself with
a very conservative dress, one with a high neckline and a hemline that came
to just above her knees. Sitting before the mirror in the little room where
she'd spent the night, she brushed out the tangle of her hair. As she
arranged her hair in a spinsterish bun on the back of her head, she thought
of nothing but the patients she would see that day. She absolutely refused
to think about Dr. Morgan's hands on her tits, fitting there more
intimately than even her brassiere did. And she absolutely refused to think
back to the lesbian's tongue in her cunt, thrilling her beyond description.
She blotted out the vivid visual memory of seeing the couple fucking on the
bed, and she tried very hard not to think of how good it had felt when Phil
had fucked her the night before.

 A little pale-pink lipstick, brown shoes with heels of medium height, and
she was almost dressed to see her first patient. Dr. Joyce Carruthers left
the little bachelor apartment and cautiously wandered the halls of the old
building in which Dr. Morgan had his medical practice. There wasn't a sound
to be heard. Far a moment she felt she might be the last person on earth,
but then she opened another door, and there was Miss Beresford.

 The doctor's receptionist was seated behind a desk near the front door of
the building. Now she was wearing a white nurse's uniform and a little
white cap on her head. Her hair was neatly arranged, her makeup properly in
place, and her smile was businesslike and friendly as she turned it on
Joyce. There were two patients in the waiting room with Miss Beresford, a
pregnant woman and an elderly man, and these two looked up as Miss
Beresford said, "Good morning, Dr. Carruthers."

 "G-Good morning, Miss Beresford," Joyce said to the woman with whom she'd 
just had homosexual relations. "I was looking for Dr. Morgan. And the linen
closet."

 Miss Beresford turned her lovely face to the patients and said, "Dr.
Carruthers will be Dr. Morgan's new assistant."

 They both smiled weakly and regarded Joyce suspiciously as she stood in
the doorway. Rising from her desk, Miss Beresford said, "Dr. Carruthers is
so new here that I've got to show her a few things. But she does know her
medicine. Right, Dr. Carruthers?"

 "Y-Yes," said Joyce, and a tingling rush of hot feelings flooded through
her as the big brunette placed a hand on her arm and guided her toward the
door from which she'd just come.

 She was led through the doorway as easily as if she were a child. The eyes
of the patients told her about her complete incompetence as a physician as
she smiled wanly at them and closed the door behind her. Immediately upon
being alone with the receptionist in the hallway, Miss Beresford's demeanor
changed abruptly. Her crooked smile returned. She grasped Joyce firmly by
the shoulders and said, "I can still taste your cunt."

 "Have you got something else for me?"

 Before Joyce could say a word, she was swept into the big woman's arms,
crushed to her soft body, and a lipsticked mouth was pressed hotly against
hers. Her head bumped back against the door as Miss Beresford's hot, sweet
tongue was lanced into her mouth. Two large soft feminine hands were
crawling up and down her sides. An outrageously prominent and distinctly
warm cunt mound was pushing hard against her abdomen. Two big tits were
squashed against her chest, their hard nipples searing her. The kiss was
devouring her, dizzying her. It was wicked and wonderful and dangerous, and
as breathless as she was, Joyce could not help but slip her anus round the
curvaceous body before her and pull it even harder against herself. Soft
nylon rustled and whispered under Joyce's clutching fingers. Through the
thin uniform Joyce could feel only the narrowest of bra straps and the
skimpiest of bikini panties. Those luxuriously big buttocks and those
excitingly huge tits were very scantily covered. The big, dominating woman
was all but naked under her nurse's uniform. Joyce's fingers dug in as if
to tear off what little Miss Beresford was wearing, but then that wonderful
soft mouth was torn from hers and she was left leaning weakly against the
door.

 "I like the way you kiss, Joyce," said the towering brunette, and, placed
another warm peck on the little blonde's mouth.

 "No," Joyce murmured, and turned her head away. "I just wanted to find out
where the smocks are. I just wanted to get to work. Please. Don't even
touch me now."

 "The smocks are in that closet there," said Miss Beresford, pointing with
a nod of her head, and sliding her hands in warm circle over Joyce's hips.
"You'll be seeing Mrs. Green in just a few minutes. But first..."

 The big brunette in white sank gracefully to her knees before the young
intern. Ignoring Joyce's muted protests, she pushed up her skirt, hooked
her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and stripped them down her
legs.

 "Don't do that!" Joyce urgently whispered. "What if somebody comes?"

 "Somebody will come, all right," said the kneeling brunette. She cocked
her head to the side and thrust her tongue through the blonde wisps of
Joyce's pubic hair. Joyce whimpered again in protest, but her legs parted
and her hips thrust forward to bring her drenched and seething clit against
the probing tongue tip.

 "Lick it! Suck it! Make me come!" Joyce murmured. Her head rolled back and
forth against the door. She twisted her foot to free it from her boring
panties. She opened her legs wider still, and bent them at the knees. She
grasped Miss Beresford's head and moaned with delight as she pounded her
twat against the lesbian's sucking mouth. "Yes! Yes, that's it! Suck it!
Suck my fucking cunt and make me come! Goddamn fucking lesbian!" she
moaned, humping frantically against the face between her legs. "I'll do it
for you. Anything you want. Make me come! Ah-h-h-h! Yes-s-s-a! Yes!
Oh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h, so nice! Uhf Uhf Uhf! O-o-o-o-o-o."

 The lesbian's mouth was on Joyce's again, smelling of cunt. It was there
for only a moment before Miss Beresford backed off. She smiled and winked
at Joyce as she patted her hair and her uniform back into place. From a
pocket in her uniform she took a mirror and confirmed that her makeup was
not smeared and that her receptionist's composure was fully restored before
she returned to the waiting room. Weak and dizzy, Joyce somehow found the
patients room.

 She went in, and had to sit down right away. In less than a minute, she'd
been seduced... again. In less than a minute she'd been changed from a
determined young physician to the willing pawn of a domineering lesbian.
There was no way she could go on like this, and yet there was no way to
prevent it from happening again, so it seemed. She had to get herself
together. She should leave now. She should quit before she started, and
take a safer internship in a big city hospital. That was exactly what she 
would do, she decided, until Miss Beresford's voice sounded crisply and
electronically in the room.

 "Mrs. Green is coming in to see you, Dr. Carruthers. If you're ready...
Dr. Carruthers?"

 Joyce looked around the room in panic, and stammered, "Y-Yes. Yes, I'm
r-ready, Miss B-Beresford."

 She jumped up, looked for a mirror, and tried frantically to regain her
composure. She was almost satisfied that she had herself under control when
a soft knock sounded at the door. Her cheeks turned scarlet then, for
there, just inside the room, were her panties. They had come off her other
foot inside the room, thank heaven, and not out in the hall. She quickly
snatched them up, threw them in the trash can, and had a professional smile
on her face as her first patient entered the room.
CHAPTER FIVE

 The doctor's advice-a shower-succeeded in making Joyce feel better. She
took it cold. The first rush of chilly water made her gasp, but she stood
under its icy flow until her body felt numb and her senses were dulled.
There were patients waiting to be seen. There were her duties to perform.
She could sit down and think about what she'd been forced to do later.
After that, she could get back on a proper basis of relations with Dr.
Morgan and Miss Beresford.

 She only stayed in the shower for a few minutes, but her body was faintly
blue and covered with gooseflesh when she stepped out of the, stall. She
was still gasping as she reached for a towel. She was rubbing herself dry,
vigorously massaging life back into her chilled flesh, when she heard the
cries from the bedroom she'd just left.

 "Oh! OH! OH-H-H-H-H!"

 They were obviously sexual outcries. Clearly the sounds were being made by
a woman in the throes of orgasm. Through them Joyce could hear the urgent
gruntings of the rutting male. The little blonde intern wished to have
nothing at all to do with sex for a long time to come, but she was drawn to
the doorway to look for the source of the sounds.

 The sounds in there pulled her on as if she were a moth near a flame. She
simply couldn't stop herself. The towel slipped from her hand as she
teetered to the doorway on her suddenly wobbling legs. She had to lean
against the jamb to support herself as she saw exactly what she'd known 
would be there.

 They were in the classic fucking position on the bed. Miss Beresford was
on her back, dark hair beautifully tousled, long white legs bent at the
knees and elevated high off the bed, big tits pillowed under the pressure
of Dr. Morgan's chest. He was on his knees between her legs with his arms
around her, with his slim hips flying. His big cock was sliding in and out
of her wet cunt. His balls were heavily slapping against her anal region.
He was making her come, fucking hell out of her, just as Joyce wanted for
herself

 "N-o-o-o-o-o," she whimpered as her trembling hand fluttered down to her
crotch. Despite the cold shower, she was already warm there. In a sudden
sunburst, her twat was all hot again, and she was juicy and wet and ready
to fuck. She ran her fingers up and down the slick slit, and she felt like
weeping with the burden of her desire to

 change places with the statuesque Miss Beresford. She wanted to be flat on
her back on the bed, with a cock in her. Those two had teased her and
played with her and sucked her cunt. They had left her with one little
dirty orgasm over the toilet, and they'd kept all the real pleasure for
themselves. She hated them, but if she had had the strength in her legs,
she would have thrown herself on top of the fucking couple and begged to
join them.

 "A-h-h-h-h," sighed the doctor, and rolled off the well-fucked form of his
receptionist. She lay there basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Her cunt
was open and drooling, and it looked as if it were smiling. His cock was
covered with glistening juices, and its thick rigidity was slowly and sadly
wilting under Joyce's hungry gaze. She found her clit with her fingers,
rubbed it hard as she tried to recapture the heavy lust that had been upon
her a moment before. She came, but weakly, frustratingly, not nearly as
beautifully as Miss Beresford had just come.

 Back into the bathroom again. They hadn't even noticed her standing there
watching them. She sat down on the toilet and sobbed into her hands. What
was coming over her? Was she turning into a nymphomaniac, as Dr. Morgan had
implied? Was this lust in her just a fleeting phenomenon? Would she go on
craving sex like this for the rest of her life? She knew the answers to
none of these questions. All she knew was that her fingers smelled of cunt,
of sex. It was easier to inhale deeply of their scent than it was to
torture herself with questions. She sniffed her twat-smelling fingers. She
licked them clean, and when she arose from the toilet her eyes were dry,
and they were gleaming with new desire.

 But the couple on the bed were gone. While she had sat there blubbering, 
the two people who could put out the fire smoldering in her body had left
the little bedroom. Joyce's ordeal was over. Now she could go to work, and
soon the madness of this morning and the night before would be forgotten.

 Joyce put on a tight white bra and some trim white panties. She put on a
white slip, and pair of thigh-length stretch hose. She covered herself with
a very conservative dress, one with a high neckline and a hemline that came
to just above her knees. Sitting before the mirror in the little room where
she'd spent the night, she brushed out the tangle of her hair. As she
arranged her hair in a spinsterish bun on the back of her head, she thought
of nothing but the patients she would see that day. She absolutely refused
to think about Dr. Morgan's hands on her tits, fitting there more
intimately than even her brassiere did. And she absolutely refused to think
back to the lesbian's tongue in her cunt, thrilling her beyond description.
She blotted out the vivid visual memory of seeing the couple fucking on the
bed, and she tried very hard not to think of how good it had felt when Phil
had fucked her the night before.

 A little pale-pink lipstick, brown shoes with heels of medium height, and
she was almost dressed to see her first patient. Dr. Joyce Carruthers left
the little bachelor apartment and cautiously wandered the halls of the old
building in which Dr. Morgan had his medical practice. There wasn't a sound
to be heard. For a moment she felt she might be the last person on earth,
but then she opened another door, and there was Miss Beresford.

 The doctor's receptionist was seated behind a desk near the front door of
the building. Now she was wearing a white nurse's uniform and a little
white cap on her head. Her hair was neatly arranged, her makeup properly in
place, and her smile was businesslike and friendly as she turned it on
Joyce. There were two patients in the waiting room with Miss Beresford, a
pregnant woman and an elderly man, and these two looked up as Miss
Beresford said, "Good morning, Dr. Carruthers."

 "G-Good morning, Miss Beresford," Joyce said to the woman with whom she'd
just had homosexual relations. "I was looking for Dr. Morgan. And the linen
closet."

 Miss Beresford turned her lovely face to the patients and said, "Dr.
Carruthers will be Dr. Morgan's new assistant."

 They both smiled weakly and regarded Joyce suspiciously as she stood in
the doorway. Rising from her desk, Miss Beresford said, "Dr. Carruthers is
so new here that I've got to show her a few things. But she does know her
medicine. Right, Dr. Carruthers?"

 "Y-Yes," said Joyce, and a tingling rush of hot feelings flooded through 
her as the big brunette placed a hand on her arm and guided her toward the
door from which she'd just come.

 She was led through the doorway as easily as if she were a child. The eyes
of the patients told her about her complete incompetence as a physician as
she smiled wanly at them and closed the door behind her. Immediately upon
being alone with the receptionist in the hallway, Miss Beresford's demeanor
changed abruptly. Her crooked smile returned. She grasped Joyce firmly by
the shoulders and said, "I can still taste your piss, luv. Have you got
something else for me?"

 Before Joyce could say a word, she was swept into the big woman's arms,
crushed to her soft body, and a lipsticked mouth was pressed hotly against
hers. Her head bumped back against the door as Miss Beresford's hot, sweet
tongue was lanced into her mouth. Two large soft feminine hands were
crawling up and down her sides. An outrageously prominent and distinctly
warm cunt mound was pushing hard against her abdomen. Two big tits were
squashed against her chest, their hard nipples searing her. The kiss was
devouring her, dizzying her. It was wicked and wonderful and dangerous, and
as breathless as she was, Joyce could not help but slip her arms around the
curvaceous body before her and pull it even harder against herself Soft
nylon rustled and whispered under Joyce's clutching fingers. Through the
thin uniform Joyce could feel only the narrowest of bra straps and the
skimpiest of bikini panties. Those luxuriously big buttocks and those
excitingly huge tits were very scantily covered. The big, dominating woman
was all but naked under her nurse s uniform. Joyce's fingers dug in as if
to tear off what little Miss Beresford was wearing, but then that wonderful
soft mouth was torn from hers and she was left leaning weakly against the
door.

 "I like the way you kiss, Joyce," said the towering brunette, and placed
another warm peck on the little blonde's mouth.

 "No," Joyce murmured, and turned her head away. "I just wanted to find out
where the smocks are. I just wanted to get to work. Please. Don't even
touch me now."

 "The smocks are in that closet there," said Miss Beresford, pointing with
a nod of her head, and sliding her hands in warm circles over Joyce's hips.
"You'll be seeing Mrs. Green in Room B in a few minutes. But first"

 The big brunette in white sank gracefully to her knees before the young
intern. Ignoring Joyce's muted protests, she pushed up her skirt, hooked
her fingers in the waistband of her panties, and stripped them down her
legs.

 "Don't do that!" Joyce urgently whispered. "What if somebody comes?"

 "Somebody will come, all right," said the kneeling brunette. She cocked
her head to the side and thrust her tongue through the blonde wisps of
Joyce's pubic hair. Joyce whimpered again in protest, but her legs parted
and her hips thrust forward to bring her drenched and seething clitoris
against the probing tongue tip.

 "Lick it! Suck it! Make me come!" Joyce murmured. Her head rolled back and
forth against the door. She twisted her foot to free it from her
encumbering panties. She opened her legs wider still, and bent them at the
knees. She grasped Miss Beresford's head and moaned with delight as she
pound her cunt against the lesbian's sucking mouth. "Yes! Yes, that's it!
Suck it! Suck my fucking clit and make me come! Goddamn fucking lesbian!"
she moaned, humping frantically against the face between her legs. "I'll do
it for you. Anything you want. Make me come! Ah-h-h-h! Yes-s-s-s! Yes!
Oh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h-h. 0-h-h-h, so nice! Uh! Uhuh! O-o-o-o-o-o"

 The lesbian's mouth was on Joyce's again, smelling of cunt. It was there
for only a moment before Miss Beresford backed off She smiled and winked at
Joyce as she patted her hair and her uniform back into place. From a pocket
in her uniform she took a mirror and confirmed that her makeup was not
smeared and that her receptionist's composure was fully restored before she
returned to the waiting room.

 Weak and dizzy, Joyce somehow found Room B. She went in, and had to sit
down right away. In less than a minute, she'd been seduced again. In less
than a minute she'd been changed from a determined young physician to the
willing pawn of a domineering lesbian. There was no way she could go on
like this, and yet there was no way to prevent it from happening again, so
it seemed. She had to get herself together. She should leave now. She
should quit before she started, and take a safer internship in a big city
hospital. That was exactly what she would do, she decided, until Miss
Beresford's voice sounded crisply and electronically in the room.

 "Mrs. Green is coming in to see you, Dr. Carruthers. If you're ready Dr.
Carruthers?"

 Joyce looked around the room in panic, and stammered, "Y-Yes. Yes, I'm
r-ready, Miss B-Beresford."

 She jumped up, looked for a mirror, and tried frantically to regain her
composure. She was almost satisfied that she had herself under control when
a soft knock sounded at the door. Her cheeks turned scarlet then, for
there, just inside the room, were her panties. They had come off her other
foot inside the room, thank Heaven, and not out in the hall. She quickly 
snatched them up, threw them in the trash can, and had a professional smile
on her face as her first patient entered the room.
CHAPTER SIX

 Mrs. Green was an attractive young woman, fairly bursting with the glowing
good health that so frequently comes with a pregnancy. She was about six
months along, with a nice little round bulge to her otherwise slender
figure. She spoke with excited animation about her impending blessed event
as she began to remove her clothing. Joyce listened, smiling, asking a few
questions, still trying to regain her composure. The young mother-to-be
chattered happily away as she stripped off her maternity clothes, and as
each garment was removed, Joyce found it more and more difficult to regain
that composure she'd lost in the hall.

 It was Mrs. Green's first pregnancy. Joyce knew that without being told,
for there were absolutely no stretch marks on her body. She was obviously a
young woman who normally had a fine firm set of tits, and now this fineness
and firmness was exaggerated by her condition. They were filling with milk.
They weren't as big as Miss Beresford's tits, but they were much, much
firmer. They stood out from her body all by themselves, without any support
whatsoever. It seemed almost impossible that they could jut so strongly
with those fully rounded undersides and the big full cones so heavily laden
with nourishment for the child inside her womb. The nipples themselves were
as upstanding and firm as if she'd been all hot and excited with sexual
desire. The fleeting notion kept bothering Joyce that perhaps Miss
Beresford had been playing with Mrs. Green's titties out in the hall,
though Joyce knew that was impossible. All Mrs. Green cared about was her
husband and her child. She was a supremely healthy young woman, and the
very concept of lesbianism was surely totally alien to her. She was not a
woman like Dr. Joyce Carruthers.

 Standing there in nothing but her panties, she laughed as she looked down
at herself, and she said, "I don't think I'll have any trouble feeding the
little rascal when he comes."

 "Are your breasts sore at all?" Joyce asked, moving closer, glad now for
the opportunity to stare straight at the thrusting loveliness on her proud
chest.

 "A little, but it's not bad," said the young expectant mother, and
smoothed her fingertips over her whitely bulging flesh and the rough pink
nipples on the ends of her breasts.

 A tiny droplet of white appeared against the ruddy pink of her nipple, and
Joyce's knees went weak with sudden lust. She wanted to swoop down on it
with her mouth and lick it off, tasting the heady flavor of basic
womanhood.

 "Look!" said Mrs. Green, squeezing again. "My first milk!"

 "And much more to come," Joyce murmured, and reached out her hand.

 That hand was trembling but Mrs. Green didn't notice it. Smiling so
proudly, she removed her hand and let that of the young female doctor touch
her incredibly warm, tight flesh to gently squeeze out yet another droplet
of whiteness.

 "Does the milk... bother you a great deal?" Joyce asked as she drew still
more of the richness out with her moistening fingers.

 "Nothing bothers me now, except that I wish the baby would come sooner
than it will," Mrs. Green replied, utterly fascinated by the fingers
working so softly on her nipple.

 "Patience," said Joyce, and she was compelled to touch both of the full,
naked breasts before her, smoothly feeling their taut roundness, coaxing
more of the erotic white droplets forward.

 Her eyes were hungry, and her mouth was too. The situation was getting
dangerous. Seconds more, and she'd be compelled to lick the white away.
Instead, she deftly wiped off much of the mother's milk from those pink
nipples with her fingers as she withdrew her hands from them. She turned
her back on her first patient as if to wipe her fingers on a tissue. But
instead, she licked them clean of the mother's milk, and her fluttering
stomach softly rumbled for more of the erotic taste.

 Joyce had to turn back for another look at those jutting quivering tits.
When she did, they were pointed downward, for young Mrs. Green was in the
process of stripping off her panties. The woman was blithely unaware of her
doctor's unnatural interest in her. Quite proudly and unashamedly she stood
erect, altogether nude, with the round ball of her belly there to awaken
even a newer surge of erotic interest in the young blonde physician.

 Again there were no stretch marks at all on her pure, slim hips. She
hadn't gained an ounce beyond that in her titties and her belly. Joyce had
seen many pregnant women before, quite routinely. But now, this one held a
strange and special fascination for her. It was as if she'd swallowed a
volleyball with no ill effects. Quite the contrary, that firm roundness, in
her tummy produced the very titillating effect of flagrant eroticism. Joyce
had to wipe her sweating palms on the back of her smock as she told the 
naked young woman to lie down on the examination table.

 Joyce listened at her abdomen with a stethoscope and she examined her
vagina as Mrs. Green lay there chattering about the joys of motherhood. But
in Joyce's mind, abdomen and vagina were not the words she used. Mrs. Green
had a sexy little round tummy, in Joyce's mind. And in Joyce's mind, that
was a hot little omit between her legs, not a vagina. That orifice that had
accepted Mr. Green's cock and his sperm some six months before was as
pinkly healthy as the rest of her body. The flesh there seemed almost as
taut as the white flesh of her tits. Her clitoris was very clearly visible,
and Joyce felt almost ill with the desire to touch her tongue to it, to
taste it, to thrill this woman even more than her husband had thrilled her
enough to remain that way. She didn't let the silky pink beauty of Mrs.
Green's twat seduce her, she didn't let the musky scent of her slit
inebriate her. She did her job, she ran the routine examination in orderly
fashion, and she maintained her poise and composure until she had Mrs.
Green dressed and out of the examining room. Then she sat down at the
little desk, slumped forward against it. She parted her legs and tucked up
her skirt and began to play with her burning, itching cunt.

 Without any pants on, it was easy enough to do. Her cuntlips were all dewy
wet with her oily moisture even before she touched them, and in moments
more her fast-rubbing fingers had the slickness spread on her loins and
hair and down to her asshole as she grinned down at her highly necessary
masturbation.

 She hadn't been able to actually seduce Mrs. Green with her body and her
tongue, but she'd done it in her mind, and for now that was almost as good.
The brief and intimate contact with the young mother had excited Joyce
enormously, and now she could use her mind in conjunction with her fingers
in order to get the satisfaction she needed. Rubbing her twat, pulling and
pushing at her wonderfully throbbing clit, she had to chuckle at herself.
She was a lesbian, and it was high time she admitted that to herself. Sure,
she had good times in bed with men, but it was really women that excited
her. She'd proved that to herself beyond the shadow of a doubt with Mrs.
Green's unknowing assistance. Those foolish young nurses had been the first
hint of her homosexuality. The beautiful Miss Beresford had seen that hint
and brought it closer to the surface. And now a young pregnant woman
confirmed Joyce's lesbianism. She looked down at her twat, all pink and
glistening and nearly as beautiful as Mrs. Green's had been, and she rubbed
it more erotically still. Bones and tendons permitting, she would bend dawn
and lick that cunt. She'd suck her own clitoris and wallow in the taste of
hot pussy, if only she could. Better yet, she'd lick Miss Beresford's cunt,
just as she'd promised to do in her moment of madness in the hail. She'd do
that as soon as she could, completely confirming her lust for her own sex.
She'd do it just as soon as her fingers brought her a little of the 
satisfaction she had to have before her legs would carry her to her
wonderful woman lover.

 And then a wonderful thing happened to Joyce. Either an angel or an imp of
Satan sent Miss Beresford to her, just when she needed her most; just when
her mouth was watering for its first taste of hot pussy. Joyce heard the
doorknob turn and quickly looked up at it, knowing full well Emily
Beresford had divined her need and was coming to fill it. She was so sure
that it was Miss Beresford and not some patient entering the room that she
opened her legs wider and was even more flagrant about her masturbating
there in the examining room. Her legs were wide apart and her fingers were
squelching as they slid up and down through her slick wet slit. She was
grinning just as crookedly and sexily as Emily did as the door opened, and
in walked Dr. Philip Morgan.

 "No-o-o-o-o," Joyce moaned, quivering on the brink of an orgasm as the
tail, handsome man paused, grinning down at her by the door.

 "Didn't get enough this morning, eh?" he said, and shut the door behind
him.

 "No... No, you don't understand," she pleaded, close to fainting from the
dizzying feelings flooding through her as she closed her thighs hard on her
shamefully placed hand.

 "I understand what it is you need," he said, and whipped open his white
physician's smock.

 "It was an accident. I didn't mean to. Please go and leave me alone,
Doctor," she mumbled, ready to die of embarrassment, and too weak with her
shameful lust to even rise from the little swivel chair.

 "I'm an expert when it comes to handling accident cases," he said, and a
hot shiver went up Joyce's spine in unison with the zipper of his fly being
drawn down.

 He reached inside and took his cock out. It wasn't fully hard, but it
loomed large before Joyce's glazed gaze. It was like a big, limp finger
curling down from the dark fabric of his trousers. And even as she gazed at
it, it straightened slowly up to point its long thickness directly and
accusingly at her.

 "Suck me off a little," he said, "and then I'll give you what you need,
Doc."

 "Yes. Yes," she murmured, and her cunt-wet fingers closed around the hot 
hardness of his cock, and her watering mouth found its luscious flavor to
be far more stimulating than the pussy she'd been thinking about licking.
In fact, pussy was the farthest thing from her mind now she lavishly sucked
on that big cock in her little mouth. It filled up her mouth. She rolled it
around over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, much like a child
with an all-day sucker, while he patted her head and chuckled at her. She
didn't mind what he was saying. He could degrade her any way he chose to,
just as long as he didn't take that lovely hard meat out of her mouth.

 "Yeah, you took to sucking cock in a hurry. Nothing like having a couple
of good cocksuckers in the office. Suck, baby. Lick it up good, and suck
that big cock," he said as he swayed toward her on his toes, and stroked
the shaft of the cook in her mouth with his hand.

 She did as he said. She sucked it and licked it good, wildly thinking
ahead when she'd have it in her cunt. He'd once said he would soon make it
cream in her face. His hand, combined with her mouth and tongue, now
threatened to do that. If he was as hot as she was. In moments the big cock
would be erupting in her mouth, then squirting its heavy load against her
face, depriving her cunt of what it so badly needed. His balls were so big
and soft and warm in her fondling hands that she knew he had a lot of
pent-up semen in his body. Something within her, however, told her that
this man couldn't be so cruel as to spend his jism against her face when
she needed it so badly in her cunt.

 He swayed back on his heels, chuckling and muttering with the pleasure she
was giving him. She followed him, cheeks sunken in with her sucking, tongue
eager to taste all she could of his heavily meaty flavor before he dragged
it out of her mouth and shoved it up in her belly. She followed him,
leaning forward, and the swivel chair slipped back on its casters and
clattered against the wall behind her, leaving her to fall to her knees an
the hard floor. Still she kept on sucking that lovely big cock which held
such promise for her. Her tongue kept swirling over its swollen head and
her tongue tip delved in its little gaping mouth for more of its sticky
sweet saltiness even as she fell to her knees before him.

 "You get better at cocksucking all the time, Doc," he said. "I'd like to
prolong it, but we've got patients waiting. You about ready to get fucked,
Joyce?"

 "Mmm-hmmm!" she said, mouth full of cock, nodding her pretty little blonde
head.

 Her lips tried vainly to hold it in as he backed off with his hips.
Worshipfully cupping his balls in her hands, her swollen lips smacked off
the bulbous end of his cock as he pulled it out of her mouth. Her pussy was
screaming for it and she was too weak to get up off her knees and climb it.
He leaned forward again, skidding his wet cockhead over her flushed and
feverish face, smearing it with the goo she'd sucked out of it.

 "Get up and bend over the table, and I'll give it to you good," he said.

 "Help me," she panted. "Help me up."

 "We haven't got all day," he said as he hauled her to her feet. "We've got
patients to see to, and the Hippocratic oath doesn't say anything about us
doctors taking fuck breaks. Assume the position, Joyce," he said, and
pushed her belly down on the table.

 She clung to its edge with both hands. Pussy seething hotly, she spread
her legs for him to take her from behind. "Dog-fashion," she panted. "Yes,
give it to me dog-fashion. Fuck me like the dogs do it!"

 "Why not? You're a nice enough bitch," he said, and slapped something
thick and warm and buttery up into the crack of her ass.

 "What are you doing? Stop that!" she said as he rubbed it in there,
pushing more of it inside her asshole.

 He could hold her down with one hand while he greased the inside of her
rectum with the fingers of the other. She was all but helpless. She could
kick back at him and try to twist around, but all this was quite in vain,
for he held her securely on the table. She couldn't scream, much as she
wanted to, or her entire career as a physician would be over with before it
was properly started. All she could do was quake with outraged indignation
and kick and squirm while he pushed and pulled his well-greased finger in
and out of her asshole.

 "You're not going to do this to me! I won't permit it!" she hissed.

 "Shut up," he replied, and then an even greater honor overcame her as she
felt a finger much larger than those on his hand anointing her asshole with
the lubricant.

 "Don't! Please! Just fuck me right! I... I sucked you off, didn't I?"

 "Yeah, but what have you done for me lately," he said, and he chuckled as
he pushed harder with that big wedge on her cringing but slippery asshole.

 "You'll tear me! It's so big!"

 "I have sutures here. God damn," he muttered. "It really is tight, but it 
won't be for long. We'll stretch you," he said, "Until you're able to take
Emily's cock up there. Ah-h-h-h!"

 "A-H-H-H-H," Joyce moaned in reply as the monstrous big cock was pushed
inside her despite her every effort to keep that part of her body tensed
against this unwanted violation.

 The pain was sharp, searing, and it went on and on as he pushed entire
mass of his cock into her ass. He was softly punting with the pleasure this
was affording him, quite unmoved by Joyce's gasp of pain and humiliation as
she lay across the examination table. Her head flew back as he began to
pull it out, for now the pain had altered, stimulating new nerve endings in
a new and even more torturous manner. She felt that her guts were being
drawn out trough her asshole. His cock seemed enormously long, as if it
would never complete the long, dragging exit from between her small white
asscheeks. Only when it was out of her would she be able to breathe again,
and that had to happen soon, she thought, as inch after inch of the thick,
hard cock was dragged back out of her tensed and sweating body. And then,
just when she could feel the big ridge of his cock being pulled back
against the tight ring of her sphincter, he changed course and pushed the
thing back in her again.

 "Na, no, no-o-o-o-o," she moaned, robbed of all her strength, too hurt and
degraded to even weep now. She went totally limp across the little table.
Those two strong hands that had been holding her down now softened in her
flesh and repositioned her slightly, while the wielder of that huge cock up
her ass smoothly and slowly worked it in and out of her.

 "There," he said. "It's better when you relax, isn't it?"

 "Get it over with. Just get it over with. Oh. Oh, God-d-d."

 "Tight and hot. It'll never be this tight again. Still hurt a little bit."

 "Yes. It's terrible. Hurry. Get it over with, damn you!"

 "Better let you rest for a minute," he said, and he stopped those deep
poking of his cock in her.

 She lay there panting and letting the pain recede. It vanished quickly
without the constant thick friction of him inside her. Joyce was still
trying to catch her breath when her anus began to itch. She squirmed a bit
to assuage the minor irritation against the big cock inside her, and it
felt considerably better. The itch didn't disappear, but it did feel
better, and then it felt better still when she squirmed a bit more, and
rubbed her very taut anal tissues against the scratching post of his cock.

 Joyce grasped the table's edge with both hands for better purchase and
squirmed her hips some more, rubbing harder still and longer still against
the cock inside her. Miraculously, it was fitting her quite properly now,
and there wasn't even a hint of pain as she managed to slide her stretched
anus over an inch or two of hard prick. It was luxurious to scratch that
itch, and the luxury grew with the extent of the itch. By tilting her hips
up and down and arching her back, she could scratch her itch in a wonderful
way. By sliding back and forth across the table, she could make the itch,
spread more widely over her upturned white ass and make it tingle with the
deep-seated pleasure of satiation and simultaneous stimulation.

 "Ooh. Ooh-h-h-h. Au-h-h-h-h!" She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she
basked in the pleasures of spreading the itch and then titillating it
deeply. Her asshole was all relaxed and fucked nicely around the big hard
cock in it, and it slid easily over its greased surface. Her pleasures were
growing so nicely that for a moment or two she thought his cock was in her
twat, though that part of her was up against the padded table and finding a
very nice massage of its own. She rubbed her twat against the table's edge
and at the same time worked her truly delightful itch against the cock in
her asshole, and she smiled and sighed, "Ooh. Ooh. Ah ah-h-h."

 "I think you've rested enough," he said, and began to move again. "Feeling
better?"

 "Gawd. Feels wonderful."

 "You like getting fucked in the ass, eh? I'm really fucking the shit out
of you now, and you're liking it."

 "Never thought I would," she said, gasping and panting as the itch grew to
a fiery sensation, quite wonderful and quite addicting. "Deeper. Fuck me
deeper and harder."

 "Where?" he asked, sliding slowly and easily and very tightly, with his
strong hands holding her hips as they should.

 "Right in my ass," she muttered coarsely. "Fuck me right in the ass, Phil.
Do it hard. Make me come!"

 "Like this?" he said, and really started to move.

 He hauled his cock all the way back and shoved it into her up to the hilt.
On the outstroke, she could feel the big ridge of his cockhead swelling the
tight ring of her asshole, and at the end of his instroke his hard, hairy
pubic mound was smacking her there. Deep as they were, his strokes were 
rapid, too. Wit his feet planted firmly on the floor and with the good hold
he had on her hips, he could put all his manly strength into the sodomy he
was performing on the little blonde intern. And with her body spread-eagled
on the solidly placed examination table, she could take all he had without
tiring, no matter how fast and furious the orgasms were coming to her.

 BANG! BANG! BANG! They were coming in a [missing] she'd missed since this
wonderful dirty man had turned her on to his little world of sex and
perversion. Over and over the orgasms ripped through her writhing body with
such maddening frequency that she thought she'd go right out of her mind,
and very gladly do so. The only thought left in her mind was to keep from
crying out with the huge joys that were crashing through her, and thus
alarm the patients and end those joys. She had to clamp her jaws shut and
compress her lips tightly to keep from shouting and screaming the dirtiest
of words, all in keeping with these wonderfully filthy and fantastically
dirty joys she was finding in every jamming stroke of that big cock in her
dumb little asshole.

 She'd lived for almost a quarter of a century and had never realized what
it was she had in her pants. Certainly there was a cunt there, and that
cunt was made for pleasure more than anything else. And certainly there was
an asshole there, but that part of her had been almost totally wasted for
all those years. She'd only used it to crap, and she'd been repelled by the
thought of it as a sex organ. Now she was finding out that this was a part
of the body she kept covered with panties that was made as much for sex as
cunt was. Wild. A whole new discovery, and whit a perfectly delightful one.
It was the dirtiest thing that had happened to her in her life, and she
absolutely loved it.

 His fingers clutching more deeply at her soft little wiggling hips gave
her a preview of what he said. "I'm gonna come. Yeah. Oh, baby, here it
comes!"

 "Give it to me. Oh, give it to me!" she said in her throaty growl, and she
found newer and better ways to wiggle her bottom. She found ways that she'd
never been taught, ways that milked his wonderfully throbbing cock and
stripped it of its juices as he arched back and kept up the goad, good
pumping while his cock spewed out a rich load of thick white semen in her
brown, sucking shale.

 He stopped his pumping. He sighed contentedly and gave her a vulgar slap
on her ass. He started pulling out his cock, and she could not stop herself
from saying, "Don't go yet. Just leave it in a little longer."

 He kept right on dragging out the big cock in her, saying as he did so,
"It'll be in you a lot longer before you're done with your internship, Dr. 
Carruthers. But right now, we've got to get back to work."

 She wanted to collapse and sleep for a week when he'd at last pulled his
wonderful big cock all the way out of her tingling asshole. But he was
right. There was work to do. It was bad enough to have sex in the middle of
the working day, with patients waiting. It was even worse that the sex had
been dirty sex, perverted sex. But to neglect her patients entirely while
she took a nap was totally unthinkable.

 Dr. Morgan helped her up off the table and left her alone in the room. The
only one she could turn to for moral support around there, it seemed, was
Dr. Joyce Carruthers.
CHAPTER SEVEN

 Throughout that long day, Joyce had the feeling that each and every one of
her patients knew exactly what she'd been doing with the lecherous Dr.
Morgan and the lesbian Miss Beresford. Each time one of the patients looked
her in the eye, her face felt as flushed as her ass had been immediately
following her session with Dr. Morgan. And of course, the constant
proximity of her two seducers didn't help Joyce's state of mind.

 At every opportunity Dr. Morgan and Miss Beresford were giving her looks
of scantly veiled lust. They would whisper nasty little words of
titillating promise to her in passing. Scarcely out of sight of the stream
of patients that passed through the offices, the tall doctor and his
statuesque receptionist pinched Joyce's fanny and patted her twat and
tweaked her titties at every opportunity, keeping her in a constant
condition of embarrassment and agitation.

 Fortunately for her and her patients, the tasks she had to perform were
quite routine. On this, her first day at work as a physician, she was
assigned the simplest of medical tasks. Blood pressures were taken. A few
injections were given. She examined another pregnant woman. She taped up
the sprained wrist of a boy named Willie. Dr. Morgan took charge of the
X-rays and the diagnoses and the serious illnesses and accident cases that
came through the doom while Joyce performed the more subordinate tasks, and
that was fine with her that day for her wits were not about her and she
needed time to think.

 She was not, as she had thought before, a latent lesbian. True, she'd been
uncommonly stimulated by the attentions of Miss Beresford, but her
subsequent encounter with Dr. Morgan proved to her beyond the shadow of a
doubt that her appetite for men was the predominant factor in her sex life.
Dr. Morgan hadn't even fucked her in the proper fashion, and still it had 
thrilled her enormously. It had satisfied her enormously too, at least at
the time. But within an hour after, the buggery in the examining room, her
pussy and her asshole both were softly itching for more of his big cock.

 At the same time, her senses could still be stimulated by Miss Beresford.
This was especially true when the big brunette caught her by surprise.
Standing before the files, looking up a patient's case history, Joyce
suddenly felt Miss Beresford's perfumed lips at her ear, and heard her
softly murmur, "It won't be long till the sickies are gone for the day, and
we can suck some pussy."

 That little incident, among others, made Joyce's hair stand on end. It
sent a hot flush flowing aver her flesh even though she had no intention of
continuing with the woman whose lusts for her were as intense as Dr.
Morgan's. She knew that after work, she could sit down and talk reasonably
with them. She could dearly and lucidly explain that she was a modem woman
who appreciated a moderate amount of sex in her life. Under the
circumstances, she would explain, it was perfectly logical for her to have
this sex with Dr. Morgan. Once, perhaps twice a week, she would accept him
into her bed and satisfy the flesh. But having a simultaneous affair with
Miss Beresford was out of the question. And it was also out of the question
for them to continue with their lecherous flirtations with her during the
working day. She had a job to do and it could not be interfered with by the
lusts of the body.

 And so throughout that long first day at her new job, Joyce slowly but
surely got her wits about her. She regained her composure and she looked
forward to the time when her last patient would leave and she could have
that sensible talk with the two people with whom she'd be working for the
next year.

 Joyce's last patient was a man of about thirty. Alone in the examination
room with her, he rather hesitantly told her that he thought he'd
contracted a venereal disease. There was pain when he urinated, he told
her, and a light discharge. "Just drop your pants and shorts, Mr. Perkins,"
said Joyce, "and I'll examine you and take a smear."

 Joyce felt cool and composed as the patient did her bidding. No one would
have suspected now that she was without any panties under her doctor's
smock or that she'd engaged in some pretty wild sex that day in these
offices. She was sure that even this man with his sexual problem didn't
have the vaguest suspicion that she had taken a stiff cock up her ass that
very morning, in that very room. She was brimming with cool confidence as
she turned toward him.

 He was seated on the examination table, pants and shorts dangling around 
his ankles. His cock was limply drooped over his thigh, and his testicles
hung heavily between his legs. His cock was simply an infected organ, and
Joyce regarded it as nothing more -- until she took if in her hand.

 It was so very warm and soft, so very velvety, and so unlike any other
part of the human anatomy. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned it
this way and that before her eyes. Limp as it was, it had a good size to
it. It was a big, healthy organ, despite the infection it might have.
Oozing out of its little mouth was a small amount of sticky fluid. Joyce
coaxed more of it out by gently thumbing its soft underside, and the man
stifled a little gasp.

 "Is it that soft?" she said.

 "Not exactly sore, but..."

 "I'll try to be gentle," she said, and stroked it very softly. There was
nothing in the world she could compare this organ with. It had a beauty all
its own, one which Joyce could appreciate at her leisure as she went about
her very honorable profession. Her soothing, massaging fingers coaxed out a
glistening drop of the thick wetness from his cock, and despite his
apparent discomfort, she felt his meat growing larger in her hand. There
was all the fluid she needed gathered on the end of it now, but Joyce felt
quite unable to end the examination quite so quickly.

 "Are your testicles sore?" she asked, and very gently cupped them in her
other hand.

 "I don't know. Sometimes," he said, spreading his legs wider and making
his big soft balls even more available for her hand.

 "Are they tender now?" she asked. She had his prick in one hand and his
nuts in the other. His prick was just about half-hard now. She could feel
its gristly muscle waking up and coming to life under her touch. His nuts
seemed to be getting wider in her hand, and were definitely the source of
the musky, meaty scent that was now permeating his bared loins. She
breathed in that scent through flaring nostrils as she bent over his very
gradually stiffening cock.

 "A little," he said. "Your hand is, uh, making them feel better."

 She looked up and shot him a brief smile, and there in his eyes the soft
glow of desire was apparent to her. He certainly didn't want to get aroused
in the doctor's office, but he couldn't help himself. It was terribly
unfair of her to tease him by prolonging the examination like this, but she
wasn't doing him any real harm by it, and in a way, she couldn't help 
herself either.

 "Is your penis more tender when it becomes erect, Mr. Perkins?"

 "I don't know. I haven't had a hard-on erection since this showed up."

 "We'd best check that. Relax," she said, and now she was at last able to
massage his prick in a frankly erotic manner.

 He leaned back with his hands on the table behind him. They were both
looking at the same thing, her soft little hand wrapped around the dark
thickness of his cock, moving up and down on it. Her hand was lightly
encircling it, but it was tight enough around it to draw the ruddy pink
skin of his cockhead tight as she drew it down. Then his prick seemed to be
straining up at her, ready to leap up off his body and into her mouth.
Drawing her hand up, she would bunch up the skin around his ridged
cockhead, and all the while she was making it harder, stiffer, longer,
warmer.

 "Any real pain now?" she asked, quite deliberately caressing the lovely
big cock with her breath as well as with her hand.

 "Hard to say," he replied, and there was a definite note of husky sexual
lust in his voice now.

 His cock was just as hard as it could be, his balls just as soft and full
as possible. There was plenty of seminal fluid wetting the end of his prick
now, and if Joyce kept this up he would certainly know she had motives
other than purely medical for handling him in this fashion.

 "You don't seem to be in too much distress," she said, and took her hand
reluctantly from his nuts to reach back behind her to the white porcelain
table top. "We'll prepare a smear."

 She took a glass microscope slide from the box and held it close to the
gaping little mouth on the end of his cock. She bent closer still to do
this, feasting her eyes on the man's cock, filling her senses with
vibrantly glowing feelings of giddy desire. She gripped his cockshaft more
firmly at the base and slowly drew her hand up its strong hard length. She
could actually see its big red head pulsing in anticipation. His seminal
fluid came up and out with the movement of her hand and accumulated in the
thick wetness there on the end of it. Joyce took her time in collecting it
on the glass slide, holding him firmly in her hand, wishing she could have
it in her hot little cunt at the same time, once she cured him of his
infection. Already she was thinking ahead to having Dr. Morgan's hot cock
up her hungry fuckhole, and at that point she didn't care which of the two 
sex orifices in her pants got it first. But a cock in the hand is worth two
in the pants, she thought with a smile, and she made the mast of the
current situation.

 She milked every bit of seminal fluid from Mr. Perkins' urethra and
gathered up far too great a quantity of it on the slide. Then she let go of
his stiff-standing prick and half turned toward the table with the slide
and deliberately let it fall from her hand and shatter on the floor.

 "Darn," she said. "How clumsy of me. Now I'll have to prepare a new one,
and I'm afraid you haven't much seminal fluid left right now."

 "S-Seminal fluid?"

 "Come," she explained with an indulgent smile. He smiled back at her and
said in insolent tones, "There's more where that came from, though."

 "Indeed there is, and I know how to get it for the sample. Get down from
the table, please, and turn around and bend over it."

 "W-What for?"

 "Just do as I say, Mr. Perkins."

 It was gratifying to see him obey her. It was made all the more so by his
partial nudity, and by the big erection he had now. It got in his way as he
faced the table and bent over it. She reached around him and felt of it's
vast head, and clucked in disapproval. "I'll have to give you a prostate
massage to work some more seminal fluid out. Most men think their seminal
fluid comes from their testicles, but actually it originates in the
prostate gland up in a man's rectum."

 "You're going to... put something up there?" "Yes," she said, quite
firmly, and got the same jar of Vaseline that Dr. Morgan had used on her,
and put some on her finger. "The prostate gland is the male's chief sex
organ," she said as she prodded and poked around his fear-stricken asshole
with her well-greased finger. "I can probably get enough come out by
massaging it properly, but you would help matters by thinking some erotic
thoughts, and by verbalizing them."

 "Huh?" he said, and tried to look back over his shoulder at her.

 "Think dirty thoughts. Sexy ones. Talk about them. Tell me how you came to
get the infection, if you have one. That will help me, Mr. Perkins," she
said, sliding her finger in and out of that hole which she now knew to be
supersensitive to a massage. She had just gotten the ball of her finger on 
the walnut-sized ball of his prostate, and had just made him tense and gasp
at the contact, when he began to talk.

 "He picked her up in a bar. Sort of a rough place. She was playing pool
all by herself, and I watched her for a while. Young hippie type. Not super
pretty, but with nice long hair. Blonde. Like yours, Doctor. Wearing ragged
jeans and a thin shirt. I could see she didn't have a bra on under it. Big
breast."

 "It's okay to use the vernacular with me now. That might help you," she
said, smoothly massaging his asshole with her knuckle, milking his prick
with her other hand.

 "Yeah. She had big tits. I could see her... her pussy bulging out the old
blue denim. She was friendly. We drank some beer, and pretty soon I got my
hands on her. You know, teaching her how to shoot pool, even though she
knew it all as good as I did. Leaning over her, smelling her body, feeling
how soft and warm she was. Jesus."

 "How long were you there with her?"

 "I don't know. Maybe two hours. Touching her while we were at the table.
Playing kneesies at the bar. Drinking beer. Fucking with our eyes. I knew
damned well I was going to get in her pants that night, but she wasn't in
any hurry and neither was I, at first."

 "Then we both got so drunk we didn't much give a damn what we were doing.
Drunk and hot. We started kissing at the bar. French kissing, and to hell
with anybody who objected. I felt up her tits. Reached right up under her
blouse and played with em, and man, they were big and they were soft. Hung
way down, but really soft and round, with nice hard nipples on the end. And
she was playing with my prick, right there at the bar. First with her knee,
then with her hand. The front of my pants were getting all wet. I was
really turned on, and so was she."

 I said, "Let's get out of here. Let's go to my place and fuck." She said,
"My place is closer. I'm ready to go. I got a pack and we split. Around
midnight in a rough neighborhood, but I didn't give a damn. We kept
stopping and necking every ten feet, dry fucking there on the sidewalk. My
prick was so Goddamned hard it like to bust through my pants. Her little
pussy was so hot I could feel it, and it was squirming against me all the
damned time. Whew!"

 "Sounds as if you had quite a night."

 "Yeah. She had a dumpy little place. Her girl friend was there looking at 
TV, and at me. I was afraid she'd blow it for me and then I was hoping I
could get the both of them in bed at the same time when it turned out her
girl friend was the friendly type. But no. This June -- that was her name
-- just laughed and said she wanted me all to herself, all night long doing
it all, getting it all on and letting it all hang out"

 "I assume she meant cunnilingus and fellatio in addition to coitus," said
Joyce, feeling very aroused herself now as she continued to finger fuck his
asshole and stroke his hard cock.

 "Huh?" he said.

 "Sucking each other off. I believe that's the term in use."

 "Yeah. Sixty-nine. She dug that, and her pussy was the sweetest. I can't
believe she gave me the clap."

 "Perhaps she didn't. The test will have to be done before we can ascertain
that. But go on. What did you actually do in bed?"

 "What didn't we do?" he muttered, working his hips forward and back now.
He was squirming his asshole against her finger and pushing his cock
through her hand, as helplessly involved with sex as she herself had been
with Dr. Morgan that morning. "Fucked," he went on in a gravelly voice.
"Fucked and sucked all night long. Prettiest little pussy you ever saw.
Beautiful chick. Firm all over, except those big Goddamned tits of hers. I
even felt hot between the tits."

 "Did you make her come?" Joyce asked at his ear, rubbing him front and
back with her hands, rubbing her tingling pubic bulge against his bare
asscheek.

 "Goddamn right, I did," he muttered. "Shit. She probably came a dozen
times, and I must've pumped a quart of jizz into her. Upstairs and down. In
her mouth and in her cunt. Just fucked ourselves ragged, and... uh-h-h-h.
Oh-h-h-h, uh, uh, uh," he groaned, and then bit his lip to cut off any
further outcries as his cream came pouring out, gushing into Joyce's hand,
driven there by the constant pressures she was putting on his prostate. He
kept swaying back and forth, shuddering and squirming. He kept coming for
what seemed like a very long time, until Joyce's hand was covered with the
warm sticky fluid of life and he was slumped exhausted over the table.

 She sneered a smile at his back and crisply said, "I have quite, enough
for a sample now, Mr. Perkins. You may dress and go."
CHAPTER EIGHT

 Joyce was still smiling to herself in a very superior manner as she
mounted the slide she'd taken on Mr. Perkins and ran the tests. She had
proven to her satisfaction that she wasn't the only person in the world who
was vulnerable to the sexual compulsion. She no longer felt so guilty about
having given in to the doctor and his receptionist. She felt she had acted
relatively sanely, and had succumbed to their advances primarily because of
her weariness and the unexpectedness of the situation. Best of all, mast
important of all, she felt she could successfully turn aside the inevitable
sexual advances of Dr. Morgan and Emily Beresford. She finished the test,
concluding that Mr. Perkins' problem was symptomatic of overuse of his
penis rather than misuse of it. And with the end of this test, Dr. Joyce
Carruthers' day came to an end.

 The work she had done was largely routine, and yet she had completed her
first day of working with patients. Certainly she'd erred in straying from
her appointed duties as a physician to daily with her employer and his
receptionist, and certainly she shouldn't have taken things as far as she
had with Mr. Perkins. But she had gotten through the day without making any
medical errors, and she felt proud of herself for this. Now she needed a
nice warm bath, a change into clean and comfortable clothing, and a large
chair to curl up in where she could read the latest medical journals. She
felt she could attain her evening of relaxation, for the other two people
who worked in the offices were nowhere to be seen. Probably they'd gone off
to Miss Beresford's apartment for more indulgence of their oversexed
appetites, and that was fine with Joyce. She needed no help from them in
getting settled here in Roseville. A bath and a book and a few hours alone,
and she'd go out for a stroll. Find a nice little restaurant and have a
solitary dinner with a glass of wine, then wander through the town that she
would come to know so well in the next year. Finally, seven solid hours of
sleep in her bed -- all by herself. But first and foremost, that bath, and
the donning of some panties. Joyce was smiling, feeling serene as she went
through the hallway and opened the door to her room. Less than a second
later she was in a struggle for the remnants of her dignity, furious and at
the same time frightened by the strong arms that held her from behind and
by the feminine face before her.

 Dr. Morgan was obviously naked. Joyce could tell that from the big hard
cock that lay up through the groove of her spine. All Miss Beresford had on
was the skimpy underwear Joyce had felt through her uniform. The bra was
white lace, practically transparent, and her panties were such an
exaggerated bikini cut that they were really little more than a white
g-string. Even as Joyce struggled in Dr. Morgan's firm grip, she couldn't
help but be impressed by the renewed size and vigor in his cock. Even as
she tried to twist away from Miss Beresford's reaching hands, she couldn't 
help but be stricken by the voluptuous, show-girl proportions of the
grinning woman.

 "Let me go!" Joyce protested. "I won't let you two do anything to me
again."

 "Fine," said the doctor, easily holding her captive. "We don't want you to
let us do anything to you. We want to play a little game called rape, and
you're it."

 "Don't. Please. All I want is to take a bath and go to bed."

 "Take a bath?" Miss Beresford asked. She leaned close and buried her face
briefly in Joyce's hair. "Why should you? You smell divine, and I'm sure
your pussy tastes even better than your hair smells."

 She took Joyce by the shoulders and laid her mouth on hen. Her lips were
warm and soft and large. Her tongue was slippery and probing and seducing.
But now Joyce was determined not to be seduced by anything either of them
might do to her. She kept her jaws clamped firmly shut so that the delving,
probing tongue could encounter only the frigidness.

 Still the tongue of the lesbian kept pushing and sliding over her mouth.
She couldn't turn her head away. It was securely held in the crook of Dr.
Morgan's neck. Miss Beresford seemed quite complacent about being barred
from entering Joyce's mouth. She seemed content to slip and slide her
tongue over Joyce's taut lips and to tickle the tip of her tongue over
Joyce's gums. Her hands were now on Joyce's tits, and her tits were on
Joyce's tits as well. It felt as if there was no covering at all on Miss
Beresford's heavily pushing breasts as she leaned against Joyce and worked
her hands in between the two pair of tits. Her long fingers knew where to
touch Joyce, knew how to try and stimulate her against her wishes, and her
big soft breasts were striving with equal ease toward exciting that part of
the young intern. Down below, Miss Beresford's thigh -- as large as a
man's, but infinitely softer and more tapered -- was thrusting and moving
against Joyce's crotch. In her first panic, Joyce hadn't dosed her legs,
and so access to her most sensitive parts had been made all the easier for
this woman she'd just met the night before. The softness of her thigh made
it mold to Joyce's little crotch, covering her cringing cunt with softly
vibrant warmth and softness. The entire front of Joyce's body was being
seductively assailed by soft femininity, while behind her she was being
pushed and prodded and moved toward excitement by the hardness of the male
body.

 Her senses were beginning to dizzy. It was getting difficult to breathe.
She thought she might faint from lack of oxygen, when at last those soft, 
perfumed lips were taken stickily away from hers, and sweet, sweet air
rushed into her lungs while the evilly beautiful face of the lesbian now
blurred into focus once again.

 "God, she's got a sweet little mouth," said the big brunette, licking her
glistening lips with a tongue that had tasted so much of Joyce's body
already.

 "She's sort of sweet all over," said the doctor, squirming and rubbing his
big cock up Joyce's stiff spine. "Compared to you, Emily, she's built like
a eighteen-year-old."

 "Yes, and raping eighteen-year olds is a pleasure I haven't enjoyed in a
long time."

 "Perverts," Joyce managed to say, just before those perfumed lips came
down to cover hers once again. She saw it coming this time and was able to
take a deep breath. She was prepared to resist the softly demanding mouth
on hers for a long time this time, but before she was really into the
resistance, that mouth was taken away again.

 "Mm-mm-mm-mm," Miss Beresford murmured. "Her mouth's getting sweeter
still. I can taste her pussy in it."

 "You probably smell it," Joyce said as distastefully as she could. "I'm
just filthy. I need a bath."

 "We know what you need, Joyce," said the doctor as he worked up her skirt
with the movements of his cock.

 "And I know what I need," said Miss Beresford, and again the big brunette
sank to her knees before the little blonde.

 "Oh, no-o-o-o," Joyce moaned as her skirt was lifted, her tufted crotch
exposed to the hot pie of the powerfully beautiful woman before her.

 Joyce was able to close her legs now that her vault wasn't being massaged
by Beresford's silken leg. She was able to lock her little legs together to
prevent entry of any part of the lesbian's lusting body from her fingers to
that terribly seductive tongue. But behind her, Dr. Morgan was easily able
to lift her up off the floor. Her feet dangled several inches above the
carpet in the little apartment as she was held there by her arms. Her
shoulders twinges with the pain of supporting her entire body weight, while
below her, Miss Beresford's strong, soft fingers pried at her legs, seeking
warmth and moisture and sensitivity that Joyce so desperately craved to
keep hidden from this demanding, humiliating couple.

 Miss Beresford's hands went rippling, tingling down the outer sides of
Joyce's legs as the big brunette said, "She's got a terrific little shape.
Do you think she's a virgin, Phil?" she asked, getting fully involved in
the disgusting rape game they were playing.

 "She won't be by the time we get done with her."

 "By the time we get done with her," the lesbian went on, caressing Joyce's
bare legs, "she'll be all the way turned on to sex. She'll love cock and
she'll love pussy. Shell love to fuck and shell love to suck, and she won't
care if it's a man or a woman who she's sucking or fucking with. We're
doing her a big favor by liberating her now, when she's only eighteen."

 "You filthy Goddamned perverts!" Joyce spat. "The only favor you'd do for
me is to turn yourselves in for psychotherapy. Dr. Morgan, if this goes any
farther at all, I'm turning you in myself, to the American Medical
Association. You might be able to convince them I was a party to the sex we
had up till now, but this is out and out rape, and you can lose your
license for that."

 "That's it," he said with a laugh. "Play the game with us, Joyce. It makes
it all the better. Here, let me help you play it," he said, and released
one grip on her to reach around and rip her smock open.

 "I'm not playing!" she shouted. "I'm serious about turning you in!" she
screamed, and his only reply was another laugh, and the tearing open of her
dress.

 He shredded it open right down the front. He laid bare her brassiered
breasts and her bare cunt with one sweep of his powerful hand, while Joyce
screamed and struggled in his grip. The arm that he'd released was too
cramped and sore from its confinement for her to make decent use of it, but
still she tried to beat at her tormentor and claw at his arm. He easily
dodged her fingernails and by the time he'd caught her wrist once again,
Miss Beresford's tongue was invading the humid privacy of her cunt.

 The kneeling lesbian had her thumbs on the inside of Joyce's knees. The
balls of her thumbs were pressed against that very sensitive spot, and it
took very little pressure from her thumbs to make Joyce cease her struggles
to get her legs together again and keep the seeking tongue from finding her
clitoris.

 Joyce's clitoris was right there where it always was and at this moment it
seemed that it should be easier to find than ever, for it was definitely
swollen and reaching out for some kind of contact. It was an untrustworthy 
part of her body. It had a mind of its own, or more accurately, no mind at
all, and it therefore responded to the touch against Joyce's mast
determined wishes. A pair of panties that were too tight.

 It was like scratching an itch, a bicycle seat -- any of these things
could make that utterly brainless part of him sit up and take instant
notice. No wonder it was sitting up so very erectly now as the pressure
near it was being delivered by an individual who knew exactly how to
stimulate a clitoris in the most exciting way imaginable.

 Miss Beresford's tongue as moving all around Joyce's cunt. It was moving
in circles, and not necessarily converging ones. One moment it would be
right on the edge of giving the young intern's clitoris the touch it was
screaming for, and the next it would have strayed on to casually probe
through the folds of her pussy. One moment that firmly pointed tongue was
actually within the rapidly moistening slit of Joyce's cunt, and the next
it would have found more interest in her curly blonde pubic hair. It was
moving in wide circles all around Joyce's clit without quite touching it.
That tongue wanted to touch her clit, for that tongue was a lesbian tongue
with all the strange and perverted tastes of the lesbian, and yet it was
refraining from touching and tasting what it craved for. That tongue was
very deliberately twins to drive Joyce out of her mind, and it was doing a
fair job of succeeding.

 She hung in the arms of the laughing man behind her, feebly kicking and
struggling, while the lesbian kneeling before her calmly went about the
business of washing her loins with her tongue. She wept and cursed and
threatened, and the doctor continued to hold her and laugh, and his
receptionist continued to tickle her with fiendishly wonderful torment with
her tongue. The hair of Joyce's head was all down over her face and the
hair of her pussy was all swirls and matted with saliva of the lesbian,
while her dumb little clit silently begged for more of this awful,
degrading treatment.

 One swipe of Miss Beresford's tongue and Joyce's body all but surrendered
completely to the already completed surrender of her clit. It had been an
accidental swipe of the lesbian's tongue, but it had shown her clitoris a
brief glimpse of the heavenly delights it might know if the woman had her
way with her all the way. One touch and her clit was not just surrendering
but reaching out for more of it, and her body was helping it by arching
forward in the doctor's arms.

 But her mind was still in her possession, and she continued to hurl her
threats at the pair holding her prisoner, while at the same time the doctor
murmured his slyly calculated words to drive her further toward surrender
and subsequent insanity.

 "Yeah, she's a hot one, this eighteen-year-old. Once she feels a cock in
her, she'll never be able to get enough. She won't tell her folks on us.
She's more likely to be using her tongue to suck us than to go blabbing to
the authorities about a little rape."

 "I'll tell! I swear I will!" Joyce cried, and then she moaned,
"Uu-u-u-u-u-oooooh-h-h-h," as at last the beautiful woman on her knees
before her laced her tongue around her clit and gave her the perfect sweet
stimulation she'd been craving for all of her young life.

 "Uu-u-u-u-uooooh-h-h-h, Gawd, that feels good!" she moaned, and spread her
legs as widely as the beautiful lesbian's hands would permit and shoved her
bursting clit between the woman's sucking lips. She looked down through
eyes that were filled with tears of joyful bliss now, and she saw that
utterly beautiful face turn this way and that for the long, pointed tongue
to tickle and probe at her clit. She saw the pinkly glistening lips
encircle her there and suck on her cunt, making it even larger and more
sensitive than before, and she moaned with joy and undulated her hips for
the lesbian in the most sensuous way she possibly could.

 Behind her, the man was helping her. He'd pulled the shreds of her dress
from between them and now she could feel even more of his naked cock with
the nudity of her constantly writhing, hot little body. He was helping her
with his loins, pushing his wonderful big cock against the crack of her ass
and thus presenting her hot little cunt to the lesbian's mouth in the
perfect fashion for the homosexual kisses that Joyce so craved. And he was
saying wonderful things to her that reassured her now as she built toward
one soft orgasm after another, each building and growing to the overflowing
pot at the end of the sexual rainbow that she'd sought for all of her
eighteen innocent years.

 "You like being sucked off by a lesbian? Are you going to like my fucking
you as much?"

 "Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s," Joyce moaned, twisting and pushing with her hips,
finding new ways and angles to present her stimulated cunt for the
lesbian's sucking kisses.

 "And, you're going to keep quiet about this, aren't you. Instead of going
to your parents, you're going to come back to us for more hot sex, aren't
you?"

 "Yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s," Joyce sighed, her little body in a lovely warm
sexual sweat now as her pores opened up with the further opening of the
lubricating glands in her hot little cunt.

 "And you want us to fuck you, don't you, Joyce. You want both of us to
fuck you, suck you, on and on, over and over."

 "Goddamn right I did," she muttered, flowering everywhere in her body,
feeling gloriously alive and free of the restraining bonds that had
prevented her from finding this joy before in her life.

 "She's getting with it now, Emily," Phil announced.

 "You don't have to tell me. I can taste it," said Emily, and Joyce joined
in the dirty little laughter, even though the wonderful tickling tongue had
been taken out of her twat forte lesbian to utter her words.

 She was standing up now, looming huge and beautiful before the joyfully
wilting girl, her mouth all wet from Joyce's cunt juice. "You like having a
lesbian suck you off, little girl?" Emily asked.

 In reply, Joyce slung her arms about the woman's neck and kissed her full
on the mouth. Phil had released her now, for now she was one of them, a
full partner in all the wonderful delights to come. So she was able to put
her all into the kiss, able to feel Emily's soft, soft shoulders with her
arms and feel her silken hair with her hands and -- best of all -- feel her
wonderfully able mouth with hers.

 That mouth was all wet and stinky from her cunt. It was slippery and
juicy, and Joyce's eagerly sucking mouth slid over it in a delightful way
as the two of them swapped tongues. The petite blonde clung to the big
brunette and kissed her deeply and passionately, hotly and sexily, while
she ground her little titties against the big cushions of the lesbian's
tits and pushed her dripping, open twat up against the big mound that
pushed forward from between Emily's ample hips. It was sinful and
degrading, perverted and forbidden, and Joyce absolutely reveled in it.

 Joyce continued to mouth and suck at the smiling lips as Emily drew back
her head and said, "Your mouth is even sweeter now. And I dig your little
titties."

 Phil had been playing with them from behind, reaching around her and
digging the balls of his fingers into the bulging sides of them while she'd
been swapping tongues with Emily. Now the good doctor took his hands away
to make room for the fingers of the alluring lesbian. Those fingers plucked
and pulled at, Joyce's titties while she watched, breathless with
excitement and tingling with desire for more. She was unwilling to miss a
thing now. She watched through greedy eyes while those long feminine
fingers rolled and pinched her hard little nipple buds. The fingers could 
make them feel like clitorises there on her round white titties. She
watched, dizzy with desire, while Phil's hands played about her hips and
her hands kneaded the softness of Emily's full shoulders.

 "I like to suck titties," Emily, said, licking her beautiful lips, looking
at the hot flesh in her hands through heavy-lidded eyes.

 "Do it. Do it," Joyce moaned, thrusting herself into the lesbian's cupped
hands, pushing her tits up for more of the soft pinching.

 "Do you like to play with tits, too?" said Phil's voice behind her ear. "A
pair of big tits is so fucking pretty that I know you like to play with
them. And Emily's tits are the biggest, and the luscious she had seen."

 "I don't think I should," said the big brunette, and she took her hands
from Joyce's pulsing breasts to cover her own lightly clad tits with them.
"After all, we don't want to corrupt her too much. Only eighteen and all,"
she said, and hitched up a bra strap, and somehow managed to let it slip
down over her big white shoulder.

 Her tit was so big that it almost fell out of her bra. Joyce stared at the
big, creamy mound, clenched fists at her side, while Emily purred, "Once
she starts playing with my tits, she'll wind up sucking 'em, kissing, 'em,
licking 'em just like a baby. And she's too old to be a baby."

 "She's old enough to suck cunt," said Phil, and Joyce's hands, shaking
badly, slowly rose to hover before her big thrusting tits of the near-nude
woman standing before her.

 "Shell be sucking my cunt soon," said Emily, nodding sagely, almost making
Joyce nod with her as she stood hypnotized by the two big lovely things
before her, so thinly clad, so much like her own, but so much larger.

 "Don't think ahead, just act now," Phil murmured, his hands on her titties
again. "Tomorrow never comes. Do what you want to now, and the hell with
tomorrow. Uncover those big jugs, Joyce. Take off Emily's bra and kiss
those big beauties."

 Joyce could barely reach around the big woman at first, but when Emily
took her in her arms and hugged her strongly, she found she was quite able
to reach the single hook that held her bra in place. Then she wanted more
than anything else to end the delightfully sexy kiss, just so she would be
able to completely bare the big jugs that were so close to being naked, and
that were so close to them.

 The unhooked bra separated their bare tits now, and Joyce had to see them,
feel them, and kiss them. But Emily's arms were strong, and in a way, her
mouth was even stronger. Joyce feebly struggled in her arms, not to get
away now by any means, but just to break loose long enough to feast her
eyes on the big tits pressed against her before she got her little hands
and her little mouth on them. Emily's mouth was so sweet, so sucking. It
reminded her of her pussy, all wet and open, being sucked by this very
woman's mouth. It reminded her of all the orgasms she'd ever had in her
life, and it made her feel she was capable of experiencing every one of
them again, all at the same time.

 Just the thought of that gave her a deep, sudden strength, and she used
this strength to wrench her mouth away from the soft wetness and lower it
at once to the waiting mounds of flesh.

 The nipples were up hard, and they were as big as the ends of her thumbs
as Joyce madly went from one to the other with her pursed and panting lips.
She had to sweep her tousled hair out of the way to get at the succulent,
fucked flesh that awaited her hungry kisses.

 She sucked the nipples and she licked the velvety smooth flesh, aroused,
helped along by the big cock that was sliding up through her open legs from
behind, rubbing against her itching twat. Her kisses were loud and wet, but
still she could hear their laughing voices quite clearly as they spoke
above her head.

 "Christ, she just loves sucking tits, Phil."

 "Who doesn't? She loves sucking cock, too, but now it's tits that
interests her now. Is it good, Emily? Is she getting you off?"

 "Yeah, she's good. Inexperienced, clumsy, but good. She'd bite 'em a
little. Then I'd really that... OH! Oh, yes, honey! Just hold my nipple
between your teeth like that and whip the end of it with your tongue.
Oh-h-h-h, too much! Shit, I'm right on the verge of coming! Can you
imagine, Phil? Wonderful mouth on this sexy little eighteen-year-old. What
things we'll teach her. Feel how hot you're getting me, Joyce?"

 Joyce's hand was taken in that of the lesbian and guided into a pair of
very tight bikini panties. It was all hairy there. The hair extended well
up above the taut elastic waistband of the well-packed panties, and it grew
densely thicker as Joyce's hand went deeper inside the flimsy little nylon
garment that had so much packed into it. There were big cuntlips there,
quite in proportion to the cushiony lips of Emily's mouth, and those
cuntlips were all slippery wet with the juices of sex. Joyce could smell it
everywhere now through her flaring nostrils as she continued to madly suck
and mouth at Emily's nipples. She was biting them too, just as her lesbian 
lover wanted her to do, and now a new thrill coursed through her when she
closed her fingers on Emily's cunt, and made the lesbian come.

 "Oh-h-h-h-h, shit!" Emily exploded, her big body quivering and undulating
everywhere flow as the trigger was touched and the bomb in her that had
been ticking ever faster went off. "Oh, God, rub it hard and kiss it,"
Emily panted, moving her body in a way that could drive Joyce mad. "Get rid
of these fucking panties so you can kiss my hot cunt like a big girl, like
a woman," she muttered, an Joyce's hand was rasped by the cloth as it was
ripped down from the lesbian's loins.
CHAPTER NINE

 Joyce fell heavily to her knees in her haste to bare Emily's cunt. She was
frantic to get the little white garment completely off of Miss Beresford's
body. The big brunette's hips were so wide and sweeping that the nylon of
her panties was stretched just as far as it would go. Joyce's short
fingernails scratched the creamy flesh of Emily's voluptuously big thighs
as she dragged down at the panties. She was almost whimpering in her
frustration to get those panties off, while above her head her two lovers
made good-natured fun of her haste, her need.

 "She just can't wait to get at my cunt, Phil."

 "She's bisexual. I could tell that the first time I saw her."

 "She's a pervert, like us. Get 'em off, honey," said Emily, and she rested
her hand on Joyce's head to steady herself while she daintily stepped out
of a clinging leg hole of her panties. "Get 'em off, and come be a lesbian
with me."

 "If you want to be a lesbian," said Dr. Morgan, and that gave Joyce reason
to pause.

 Before her lay a woman's cunt. That cunt was all wet and pink and swollen,
and it had been Joyce who had caused that condition. She'd rubbed her twat
against it, stuck her fingers in it, and she'd kissed the lesbian with all
the sexual passion in her soul. But kissing that cunt was another sort of
thing.

 Was it like dope? Would one kiss turn her into a raging lesbian? Already
she admitted to herself that she liked the touch of a big tit against her
mouth. Would it be the same thing with a cunt? How would she fare in the
medical profession as a homosexual female doctor? How could she think about
anything but the erotic loveliness there before her gazed eyes?

 She placed her palms on the smooth, warm, moist thighs of the patiently
waiting lesbian. Her thumbs trembled over the tendrils of dark hair at the
edges of that big patch of black. Her lips were very dry, and she licked
them nervously as she leaned closer. Behind her there was a finger tickling
down through the crack of her ass toward her tingling cunt. The lesbian's
cunt was obviously tingling too, for now Emily reached down and scratched
at it with the fingers of both her hand. The fingers rubbed the dewy lips,
then parted them wide. Joyce gasped as she saw the size and length of the
clitoris before her eyes. Suddenly her mouth was watering, and she leaned
forward and placed her mouth hard on the hairy mouth that awaited her.

 "Ah-h-h-h," Emily murmured, and patted Joyce on the head, ruffled her
hair, and snuggled her hot cunt closer to her sucking mouth.

 It was a delicious thing Joyce was sucking on. The texture and the heat of
it added greatly to the succulent flavor. This was cunt she was sucking,
and she loved it. Already it was getting her chin and cheeks all wet with
its slick moisture. It was filling her nostrils and her brain, driving her
to slip her hands about the big soft thighs and pull the cunt closer
against her sucking lips and licking tongue. No teasing for her. She
fastened onto the woman's cunt right away, and she sucked it and licked it
without letup until the big body she was embracing was once again
shuddering and quaking with orgasmic delight.

 "Suck cunt, Joyce," said Dr. Morgan, pushing at her head with one hand,
probing for her cunt with the other.

 She needed no one to urge her on to cunt sucking, for already she was as
addicted to it as she'd worried that she might be. She did need that finger
in her cunt, for its itch was badly in need of a scratching by then, and
getting more so by the moment. It was the cunt she was sucking that made
her cunt itch so. The lesbian's cunt was coming, and that made her own cunt
want the same thing. The cunt was twitching and contracting against her
mouth, and exuding more and more of the rich sweet juices for her to lap up
and swallow. It was undulating with the waves of pleasure ripping through
it, making the wet hair tickle hotly over Joyce's face as she knelt there
sucking on it. The clit was even bigger now.

 It was like sucking off a miniature cock. Even though it was somewhat
elusive because of the orgasmic contortions taking place in the owner of
the cunt, Joyce stayed right with it. Once she had that slippery little
supersensitive bit of flesh in her mouth, she didn't want to let go of it.

 Joyce's hands were clutching deep in the soft flesh of Emily's gyrating
asscheeks. Emily was holding onto her head with both hands and fucking her 
in the face with her cunt. Phil was diddling Joyce's twat with his finger
and pinching her little round buttocks. Joyce could feel it all, and she
could look up and see the beautiful face of her lesbian lover, contorted
with her ecstasy, an ecstasy that Joyce was delivering to her. The
beautiful soft lips were drawn back in a delightful grimace, the
thick-lashed eyes were closed in her bliss, and the pale complexion of her
features was suffused with rosy hues as Joyce sucked orgasm after orgasm
out of her cunt. Emily's wonderfully big tits were jiggling softly with her
throes of joy. Her belly was palpitating with her quickened breathing.
Joyce's inexperienced but eager mouth was turning the lesbian into an even
more beautiful vision of feminine loveliness by making her come.

 "A-h-h-h-h! A-h-h-h!" Emily murmured, sighing, and holding Joyce's head
more firmly still as her cunt bumped hard against the young doctor's mouth.

 "Oh, baby," she said, and tried to draw Joyce to her fret. "Yes, you've
got me good and hot now. You've got me in the mood for some cunt lapping.
Come up here and give us a kiss, and then let's get down to it."

 Joyce was pulled to her feet, position by the man and the woman and
crushed to the woman's big tits. Her mouth was captured again by that of
the lesbian, and now her kiss in return was every bit as hot and searching
as it had been on her cunt. Behind her, Phil was fucking her. His prick
wasn't all the way in her cunt, but it was sliding through the slot between
her legs and kissing her cunt, and by then Joyce felt as if her entire
crotch was all cunt. The big knob of his cock was softly rubbing over her
wide-open cunt, itching it where she needed it the most there, then going
on to stab at her clit. She wanted to reach down an direct its course up a
little bit, so it would enter her body and stay there in its slow
pistoning. But she couldn't bring herself to take her arms from around
Emily's neck.

 At last, it was Phil who separated them. He had great strength, and that
strength was necessary to wrench Joyce's arms from Emily's neck and spin
her about. She faced him breathless, close to swooning, and he scooped her
up in his arms, took two long strides across the room, and flopped her down
on the bed.

 Immediately he was eating her cunt. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped,
arching and squirming on the bed. "Eat my cunt! Gawd, I didn't know how bad
I needed it! Eat it, oh-h-h-h, EAT IT!" she cried, kicking her legs up in
the air and grabbing him by the hair to jam his big, hard mouth against her
gushing, exploding twat.

 His tongue was moving like a cock in it. It was pushing in and out of her
hole, then swiping up to lap her clit while his lips sucked on it. His 
thumb was working in her asshole leading her on to further frenzied
contortions and feverish delights. Her head was whipping back and forth,
until the open thighs of Emily loomed over her face. She took a deep,
gasping breath of the fetid air of the bedroom just before Emily's
beautiful big cunt was lowered onto her face.

 She helped it. She reached up and grabbed hold of those luscious big hips
and pulled down hard. The big pink cunt settled wetly on her face. She was
already sucking and tonguing before Emily had made herself comfortable
then. The slippery flesh squirmed over her face in a delightfully sexy way
before she felt Emily arch backward to present her clit directly to Joyce's
seeking mouth.

 "Mmm! M-M-M-MPHH-H-H-H!" Joyce's outcries of ecstasy were muffled by the
cunt-flesh, but they rang loud in her cam as Phil ate her out and she ate
out Emily. She was the filling of a cunnilingus sandwich that was coming at
both ends. Emily's weight on her face was such that she couldn't thrash
about as she otherwise might have, and this seemed to intensify the
pleasure of her orgasms. And Phil was holding her so firmly that her hips
weren't bucking and her cunt remained centered exactly under his sucking
mouth. Never in her life had she been the object of such a direct sexual
attack, and never had the bull's eye of that attack been hit more directly.

 Her orgasms soared on and on. Pleasure turned to joy, joy to ecstasy, and
ecstasy to something akin to pain. Her pussy felt as if it were being
turned inside out, and her brain had definitely turned to jelly. She was
still able to suck and able to come, but her hands were only free for
holding onto Emily's legs now as the orgasming woman squatted around on the
upturned face. The ecstasy had indeed turned into pain, but there was still
enough of the pleasure left for young Joyce to go on sucking and pushing
her cunt up to be sucked until at last she fell into a sort of a swoon.

 Joyce awoke seconds later, feeling very light and cool, with pure sweet
air rushing into her lungs. Her pussy, still swollen and sopping, was
throbbing softly. She wanted nothing more than to drop into a deep,
peaceful sleep, though there was something poking at her between her legs.

 "Go away for a while. Let me sleep far a while," she murmured, eyes barely
open. Emily Beresford was lying beside her on the bed. She was on her side,
like one of those unbelievably voluptuous nudes, with a leering smile on
her face. Her big tits lolled heavily down from her chest as she lay there
with her head propped up on one crooked arm, gazing disdainfully at the
little blonde who had already succumbed to the lure of sexual excess.

 Dr. Phil Morgan was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He had his big
cock in his hand, guiding it against Joyce's already overused twat. She lay
with her little asscheeks right on the edge of the bed and her legs hanging
over the side. She struggled to try to sit upright and fend him off, but
then with one big shove of his hips, he'd plunged his cock up inside her.

 "AGGGGH!" She uttered a hoarse scream, for his pubic bone hit hers with
resounding force.

 "Oh, be quiet, you little twit," said Emily, and gave her a painfully hard
tweak on her nipple. That pain was immediately lost in an avalanche of
other feelings as the doctor grasped her by the hips and began to sock his
big dick in her to the hilt.

 He fucked her without letup, and under such an attack, Joyce's body had no
other course but to respond. Her legs went up in the air, helped by his
hands. He hooked them over his shoulders and grinned malevolently down at
her as he dug in with his toes and his knees and shoved that big cock in
her time and again, for all he was worth. As wet and soft as she was from
the cunt-kissing she'd enjoyed, it was still a tight fit. That didn't seem
to bother him, however. With a good hold on her hips and with a good anchor
on the floor, he was fucking her just as he liked to, holding nothing back.
Emily was still pinching and pulling at her titties, but now it didn't
hurt. From a few moments before, when she'd been utterly exhausted from too
much sex, Joyce had quickly risen from the sexual dead, and was throwing
her hips up to him with every ounce of strength in her body.

 Her hands clutched at the edge of the mattress and her heels drummed at
his back, sending her hips along to meet each of his deeply satisfying
stabs until she was panting and seeing stars and coming hard again. The
tightness was wonderful, the friction so stark that it was adding to the
heat in her twat. Her lips were all stretched out around the gristly muscle
of his glistening cock while his heavy balls slapped wetly against her
asshole and his big cockhead beat out a steady tattoo on her cervix.

 "Give her a good fucking, Phil," said Emily, utterly relaxed and smiling,
while beside her Joyce writhed and sweated. "Fuck her black and blue, just
like she likes it, and then take over with my pecker."

 Joyce was sure she hadn't heard Emily correctly, but just then she didn't
care what she heard. Her only sensitivity was in her cunt, and that was
getting such a pounding that nothing else in the world mattered at all. Her
snatch juices were positively foaming up out of it as Dr. Morgan churned
his cock in her. Their heavy scent permeated the room, mingled with the
smells of sweat and the rutting male animal. He was snarling like a beast
as he drove on to his climax, and Joyce was somehow giggling hysterically,
all else forgotten as she was at last getting the fucking she'd longed for.
The cunt sucking had only been a prelude for this. A cock in her body, that
was what she needed, and that was exactly what she was getting. Soon it
would be over, ended with Phil's big burst of come. She could sense that
coming from the more forceful poundings of his balls against her asshole,
and she was ready for it. Soon she'd be able to sleep the sleep of the
dead, but now she had to have his come.

 "Give it to me, you big bastard," she panted, reaching out to dig her
fingernails into his shoulders. "Rick the living skit out of me, and give
your Goddamned come to me! Now! Now, damn it, NOW!"

 "GOD... DAMN... RIGHT!!!" he exploded, just as his cock and balls exploded
in her cunt.

 "Oh-h-h-h-h, SHIT!" she cried in response as the heavy jetting of his
sperm triggered yet another big bang in her womb. She felt it from her toes
to the roots of her hair as he surged and surged in her cunt, driving
harder than ever, spewing richness and life into her gasping, heaving,
sweating body until at last there was nothing left in him and he sighed and
rolled over. His cock slipped wetly from her cunt, popped right out of it,
and Joyce sighed and flattened on the bed, entirely spent and sated.

 Joyce dozed again, but not long enough. She awakened in a foggy daze.
Something cold and wet was being held to her lips, and something warm and
moist was between her legs. She drank thirstily while Dr. Morgan held her
head, even though the first sip of it told her it was strong liquor over
ice. Now she could focus on Emily Beresford, still as nude as she and the
doctor, gently washing her crotch with a cloth.

 "Passed out, did you?" said the doctor. "What's the matter? Can't take a
little sex?"

 "You call that... a little sex?"

 Emily laughed and said, "Oh, that was just a warm up. We like our sex
around here, and you're going to like it too."

 "I do like sex," said Joyce, "but I believe in a little moderation, too.
Right now I believe in a long nap."

 "Plenty of time for sleeping later," said the doctor. "We feel like a
little more fucking now, and before long you'll feel that way too."

 "I doubt that," she said, and there was conviction in her words. She'd had
so much that her cunny was sore. And she doubted if the doctor could go on,
for his cock lay limply across his thigh as he held the glass to Joyce's
kiss-bruised lips once again.

 As he helped her to the liquor that she didn't really want, he said,
"Emily and I live very respectable lives here in Roseville. At least that's
the case insofar as the townspeople are concerned. I'm a respected and
respectable physician in their eyes, and also a businessman working on a
very large deal for a clinic. Emily is known as a beautiful but very
respectable woman. All the men in town think she's frigid, and that's just
what we want them to think. Sex and the medical business world just don't
mix."

 "If Will Austen knew what we do here after hours," said Emily, "we
wouldn't have a chance at getting that clinic. Ever since his wife ran off
with a bartender, he's been the town's leading prude."

 "But that doesn't stop us from using his money," the doctor said as he
poured another sip of liquor into Joyce's mouth.

 "And it sure doesn't stop us from enjoying whatever sex life we can manage
here," said his receptionist, and planted a large, wet kiss on Joyce's
pussy. "You have a gorgeous little cunt," she said. "It's just what we
needed to liven things up around here. Frankly, Phil was beginning to bore
me. There's nothing like a little new blood to get the old juices flowing
again. Joyce, I'm so glad you like to fuck," she said, with her soft cheek
resting on the young woman's thigh, with her soft lips nuzzling and
nibbling at her tender cuntlips.

 "Please don't," said Joyce. "I've just got to rest for a while and think
things out."

 "Put your brain to rest and let your pussy do your thinking for you," said
the big brunette, flicking her tongue tip out to brush over Joyce's
clitoris.

 "It's sore," Joyce said, and tried to cover it with her hand.

 Dr. Morgan pulled her hand away and guided it to his prick, all soft and
warm and half-asleep. "It just needs exercise," he said. "That'll make it
feel all better."

 "All I want is to sleep for a while," she protested.

 "Doctor knows best," said Emily, and she lifted her lovely face from
between Joyce's legs to smile and ink at her.
CHAPTER TEN

 "Take your medicine," said Dr. Morgan, and tilted the glass to Joyce's
lips.

 She drank again, and said, "I'd rather take a shower."

 "You can do that later," he said.

 Again she protested, and now Emily took her part, saying, "A shower is
just what she needs. Our rape game is over with, and a shower might get our
little blonde doll out of that mood and ready for something else. Go take
your shower, Joyce. I slipped out today and got you some things. They're in
the bathroom. Take your time, and come back all refreshed and ready for a
little refined loving."

 "And take another drink with you," said the doctor. "That will relax you.
Even after all this fucking and sucking, you look as nervous as a bride on
her wedding night." He exchanged a wink and a grin with Emily Beresford,
and he said, "But perhaps that's as it should be."

 Joyce had to be helped up from the bed by the two people who had neatly
buried her in an avalanche of sex. They assisted her to the bathroom and
left her there with a large brandy over ice. The moment she was alone, she
leaned back against the closed door and breathed a deep sigh of relief. She
had done it again, she had let them gang up on her and overwhelm her and
made her give in to their oversexed desires. Now, however, it was over with
and she was alone. With the bathroom door locked, she could wash away the
dried sweat and sex juices from her body and she could wash the crazy sex
impulses from her head.

 And those sex impulses were indeed crazy. Homosexual sex, sodomy, and
everything else it seemed, these things were perversions that simply were
not part of her makeup. Using vile language, performing fellatio and
engaging in sex with practically total strangers, these things must stop or
she would turn into the same kind of sexual animal those two in the next
worn were. They were brutes, not humans. Their sex was carnal, not loving.
She had to get away from their lustful influence, and the first step toward
that was the step she took toward the shower.

 Joyce washed herself long and thoroughly, lathering herself liberally with
the scented soap that had been placed in the dish. She thought of nothing
but cleansing herself, and thus regained all that had been taken from her
so unexpectedly when she'd entered the bedroom. Emerging, she half expected
to find them waiting to pounce on her from behind the shower door, but she
was still quite alone, and that was a relief to her. Her only companions in
the room were the glass of brandy and a pair of ribbon-wrapped boxes that 
had been left on the tank of the toilet. She drank some of the brandy as
she toweled herself dry, and she looked with disdain at the boxes. They
were obviously gifts from Emily Beresford, and she needed no presents from
a lesbian, no matter how beautiful that lesbian happened to be.

 Joyce continued to sip at the brandy while she brushed out her wet hair
before the mirror. Her face looked remarkably unchanged, despite the
perverted sex she'd been subjected to. Her breasts looked larger. They were
swollen and just a little sore from the mauling they'd taken. She grinned
ruefully, thinking tat they'd have to take a great deal more mauling than
that to ever be swollen to the size of Emily Beresford's tits. She wondered
how such a beautiful, ultra-feminine woman had ever become attracted to her
own sex. She could almost forgive herself for succumbing to the lesbian's
advances in the heat of passion, but Emily's case was far different. Here
was a woman who actively sought out the embrace of a person of her own
gender, and that was something Joyce could never do. As for Dr. Morgan, he
was simply a highly oversexed male who would be far better off in a big
city than in this small town. In a big city he could indulge his sexual
appetites indiscriminately. Here in Roseville, isolated with the oversexed
lesbian, his sex life was very badly distorted. Joyce detested the three of
them, and in the future she would have to exert that normalcy despite the
advances of the people she was working with. Be calm, be aloof, and turn
aside their sexual attacks on her with patience. If they raped her again,
she would just remain serenely unmoving through the attack. She would use
mind over matter, and ignore them. Passive resistance, that was the thing
to beat them. They'd soon grow tired of pawing and poking at a body that
was entirely unmoving and unresponsive. It was the only course open to her,
short of carrying out her threat to report Dr. Morgan to the A.M.A., and
Joyce felt certain she could successfully carry it off.

 She found a hair drier in the drawer by the sink, and used it to blow warm
air around her head while she fluffed out her hair. She proceeded at a
leisurely pace, sipping the brandy, growing ever more, confident that by
the time she emerged from the bathroom Phil and Emily would be asleep.

 "Put a voyeur and a nymphomaniac bisexual together and they're bound to
fuck themselves to sleep," she said with a giggle to her mirror.

 The young intern finished the last of the brandy and prepared herself to
make a quiet reappearance. Her hair was dry and fluffy, and her body was
clean again, though a little sore. She found some cold cream in the
medicine cabinet, and a little of that made her nipples and her cuntlips
feel less chafed. Not that anyone would be permitted to touch her again
that night either place, but she did feel more comfortable when she'd
rubbed the soothing cream in. There was a small bruise visible on her lip,
which she covered with some lipstick from the drawer. Now she was all ready
to face them with dignity and calmness -- except that she hadn't any
clothes to wear.

 A towel would cover her nudity, but it certainly wouldn't do anything for
her dignity. She looked around in the bathroom drawers for something she
might put on, but there wasn't an article of clothing in sight. There were
those two boxes Emily had left, however. The one on the bottom was flat,
like the kind blouses came in, while the other was small and square. Joyce
sipped the last of the brandy while she considered opening a gift from a
lesbian, no matter what had gone on between them in the past. If she was
wise, she'd somehow bed down in the bathroom that night, but by then her
stomach was growling for something to eat. It didn't care what her pussy
had been fed so far and what might await it beyond the bathroom door. And
the disgusting things her tongue had eaten that evening had not appeased
the hunger of her stomach. At last she shrugged and picked up the flat box
to see if it might contain something she could wear.

 What she found in the box was a beautiful white nglige. It was all lacy
and frilly and diaphanous, of a kind that she would never in a million
years purchase for herself. At first she thought it was ludicrous, a
typically ridiculous gift from a lusting lesbian. But as she held it up in
front of her before the mirror, she couldn't help but admire its feminine
beauty. For all its lace and sheerness, it was rather modestly cut. It was
obviously expensive, and probably carefully chosen. It would be a shame not
to at least try it on.

 The nglige fit her to perfection. It had a high princess waistline that
was lightly elasticized and fit up under her breasts very becomingly. The
neckline swooped down rather low in a v-shape and showed an appreciable
amount of the swells of her little round tits, but it covered her nipples
adequately unless she leaned too far forward. The bodice was pleated and
made her breasts look a bit fuller than they actually were. It was just
sheer enough to show the pinkness of her nipples through the pleated white
nylon. It was sleeveless and very nearly backless. The nglige's skirt
just brushed Joyce's bare toes. It was slit up the front to well above her
knees and the edges of the slit were lace-trimmed, but they clung together
nicely and only showed her dimpled knee when she walked or purposely bent
her leg. All in all, it was truly a lovely garment. She looked quite chaste
and maidenly in it, especially with her golden hair brushed out into
shimmering waves about her demurely smiling face. The gauzy white nylon
felt cool and smooth against her skin, and she felt comfortable and relaxed
in the nglige. She decided to wear it for her entry back into the
apartment, and she also decided to open the other package.

 This was French perfume in a crystal-stoppered jar. It was obviously as
expensive as the nglige, and its scent was supremely exotic. It was too 
exotic and too expensive for a woman of Joyce's simple tastes, and she knew
she shouldn't accept it. But she'd already opened the bottle and she'd
already tacitly accepted the other gift from the lesbian, and so she began
to dab the sweet scent here and there about the warmest places on her body.
At last, with the sweet perfume behind her ears, between her breasts and on
her throat and on her loins, she squared her shoulders in the nglige and
went to face Emily and Phil once again.

 Darkness had fallen outside, and the apartment was dimly lit with candles.
Though it was comfortably warm, Joyce felt as if she were in a haunted
house as she walked carefully forward with the folds of her skirt held
together at her thighs. The rich aroma of well-prepared food drew her
onward despite what fears were creeping up her spine. She moved cautiously,
feeling as if she were being lured into a trap, with the low rumblings of
her stomach and the watering of her mouth drawing her on.

 There was a low, circular table in the little living room of the apartment
and it was here that the candles were burning. Three of them stood whitely
in a silver candelabrum, illumining an array of fresh fruit, cheeses, and
stemmed champagne glasses set out on a gleaming-white linen tablecloth.
There by the light of the flickering candles Joyce saw Dr. Morgan and his
receptionist seated in a love seat, holding hands and smiling warmly at
her. Dr. Morgan was wearing -- of all things -- a tuxedo, complete with
black tie, and Emily was attired with equal regality.

 The buxom brunette had on a white blouse that had full billowing sleeves
and a mannish collar. A silver chain was around her waist, and she was
wearing a floor-length skirt of black velvet that was slit up the front to
show her gleaming nylon knees and her black patent leather high-heeled
pumps. Her hair was piled high on her head and rhinestone earrings dangled
from her ears and silver bracelets jangled from her wrists as she rose to
greet Joyce. Her face as heavily but perfectly made up, and the candlelight
effectively softened any masculine lines in it. When she came close to kiss
Joyce's cheek in a sisterly fashion, her perfume blended smoothly with the
scent Joyce was wearing, hands confined Joyce's encountered the softness of
Emily's breast as she pushed away from the woman. She wanted food, not sex
or even affection. A flashbulb went off, dazzling her. Many-hued lights
flared before her eyes and she teetered back on her heels while they
commented around her.

 "She looked so beautiful in that gown that I had to get a picture of her,
Miss Beresford."

 "Do take some more, Philip, while you're serving us dinner. Come, Joyce.
Sit down, dear. You must be as famished as I am."

 The light from the flashbulb had temporarily taken away Joyce's
equilibrium. She had to lean on the lesbian's arm for support. Dr. Morgan
spoke her name, she looked up, and another rocket burst of white light
struck her, completely blinding her.

 "I don't want pictures of me like this," she said crossly.

 "Of course you don't," said Emily at her side. "Philip, put that camera
away and open the champagne."

 "Yes, ma'am," he said, in subservient tones.

 Joyce was helped into a chair, completely confused. The light from the
candles was vague before her widely blinking eyes. She felt Emily Beresford
sitting beside her, and she edged away from her. The big woman did not
follow her, but she did clasp her hand and intertwine their fingers. Joyce
pulled her hand away and said, "I just want a bite to eat, and then I'm
going to bed."

 "Of course, dear," said the woman at her side, patting her leg
affectionately. "My butler, Philip, will serve us dinner, and then it's off
to bed for you."

 It was another of their games. She wasn't dreaming this. Those two, Philip
Morgan and Emily Beresford, had withdrawn themselves and their
hyper-sexuality from the rest of the town for so long that they now engaged
in any number of fantasies. Their after-hours lives were a series of
play-acting, and now Joyce was a part of it. They were undoubtedly
psychotic. Now that she understood them, it was a tremendous opportunity
for Joyce to observe psychosis in action. They couldn't harm her. They'd
already done that. Understanding them, she could move cautiously about the
edges of their current real-life fantasy and learn a great deal about the
warped human mind. Her rationality and her calmness were her defenses while
she explored the behavior patterns and the motives of the male and female
sexual degenerates. It was a fascinating opportunity for her, almost as
fascinating as the food on the table and the aromas of more wafting in from
the kitchen.

 As a champagne glass was filled for her on the table, she saw that Dr.
Morgan had completely entered into the role of butler. He had that somber,
completely impersonal expression of the servant on his handsome face as he
poured the sparkling wine. She wasn't quite sure what role Emily had taken
other than mistress of the household, but that would surely develop in
time.

 The food was delicious, the wine refreshing. Dr. Morgan took a few more 
flash pictures of them as they nibbled and sipped by candlelight, two
sophisticated ladies enjoying a late supper presented to them by a
manservant. He said nothing beyond the words of the servant. Emily led the
way into a lively conversation on a variety of subjects. Cautiously
relaxed, Joyce could make the woman laugh easily with her witty remarks.
Joyce still had no true knowledge of the motives of the pair or the
complete role Emily was playing, but she was relaxed with the food and wine
and confident this knowledge would come.

 Emily slipped her arm about Joyce's shoulders and said, "Now you enjoy
dinner, dear?"

 "Dinner? It was more of a feast than a dinner." "Yes." Emily's large eyes,
aglow with candlelight, gazed deeply into Joyce's. "A feast. A nuptial
feast for your wedding night, my dear."
CHAPTER ELEVEN

 Joyce threw back her head and laughed. "That's hilarious! The bride of the
lesbian! Is that what I'm supposed to be?"

 Emily laughed with her. "Something like that," she said, and drew Joyce
closer, kissing her on the lips.

 There was no real passion in the kiss. Compared to what had gone on
between them before, it was an entirely chaste kiss. Joyce was determined
to explore this odd and amusing fantasy further, until another flashbulb
went off from across the table.

 She could see the picture it would produce. The cute little blonde
physician, clad in the white nglige of the bride, embracing mouth to
mouth with the buxom beautiful and powerful woman.

 It was a picture for a case-history book -- except that she was that
little blonde participant in the sex fantasy, and such a picture could ruin
her career. She took her lips from the lesbian's and looked coldly across
the table to where Dr. Morgan was seated. She held out her hand and said,
"Give me that camera. I won't have you taking any more pictures of me
involved in any of your farces"

 "Yes, ma'am," said the doctor, still playing his butler's role to the
hilt, and handed over the camera.

 "There's no film in it, dear," Emily assured her, patting her bare
shoulder and smiling at Joyce's distrustful scowl.

 Joyce opened the camera, found it was indeed empty. Only slightly
chagrined, she set it back on the table, whereupon the play-acting butler
picked it up and fitted another flashbulb into it. He was just in time for
another kiss between the little blonde in the arms of the big brunette
across the table from him. Joyce entered into this kiss more deeply, more
securely. It was her way of apologizing to the fantasizing woman for
thinking the pictures might be used to incriminate her as an accomplice in
their illicit sex. It was pleasant to be kissed by Emily Beresford. Joyce
was all relaxed from the wine and the food, and Emily's lips and tongue
were relaxed and warm. They tasted good on Joyce's. She let the kiss
linger, allowed Emily's hand to rove up her bare leg inside the gauzy nylon
of her nglige, until their silent butler had flashed two flare bulbs.
Then she politely pushed away from the affectionately embracing woman.

 "How long have you two been fantasizing like this?" she asked.

 "Whatever do you mean, darling?"

 "The rape scene. This bridal scene. How long has it been going on, and who
else have you involved in your fantasies?"

 "This is reality, Joyce," said Emily with convincing sincerity. "You are
my bride tonight, for as long as you stay with me."

 Joyce shook her head, smiling, looking down at the jeweled hand that moved
in a circle over her stomach and went on to lightly fondle her breasts.
"Oh, no. I'm just a bystander. An observer. And this is all a fantasy."

 "The love is real. The sensations are real. Feel those things," said the
dazzling, soft-spoken brunette. "Feel them."

 The scent of their perfume was very real. The residual taste of the food
was there, and the feeling of mild inebriation. That hand roving over her
body was real, delivering a perverted sort of love. And the warmly tingling
sensations were real, for Joyce had already been shown she could respond to
the touch of a stranger, even a woman. She volunteered a kiss of her own to
test it all. Emily's mouth was like a exotic tropical flower, eagerly
delivering nectar to a hungrily sucking bee. Joyce's senses once again rose
in a dizzying spiral, and once again she was brought back to earth by the
flash of the camera.

 She smiled up at the looming, beautiful face and said, "I'm going to bed.
By myself."

 "Soon," said the lesbian. "But first, enjoy. Feel my breasts. Play with 
them while I play with yours. And don't tell me you don't enjoy it."

 "Soft and warm," Joyce said as her hand moved over the huge, white-covered
mound closest to her.

 "And exciting."

 "In a wicked, perverse sort of way, I suppose."

 "Even more exciting with less clothing. No?" said Emily, challenge in her
smile, hand inside Joyce's bodice now to softly toy with a nipple.

 That nipple was not fully responding, much to Joyce's satisfaction.

 A soft tweak of her nipple, and the hand was drawn away. Emily leaned back
and began to open her blouse, and Joyce met the challenge in the lesbian's
eyes with a confident, defiant smile. Her breathing was under control, she
felt relaxed and could study this with objectivity. Big, big breasts,
confined in a sheer black brassiere. Creamy white skin that lured the
touching hand. Another soft kiss, now with the proximity of the bared flesh
of Emily's torso, and Joyce was still in control of herself as the lesbian
leaned back, smiled, stood up to remove her skin.

 "Do you like what you see? Do you like your lesbian bridegroom?"

 "You are a very beautiful woman. Yes, I like to look at you. But as for
your being my lesbian bridegroom -- no, that's quite impossible. For
obvious reasons."

 "Nothing here. Is that it?" the standing woman said, and moved her hand
slowly over the big, black-covered mound of her loins. "You think I have
nothing to consummate the marriage with. Is that it?"

 "Among other things. Do you wish you had a cock there where your hand is?
Do you have a great deal of penis envy?"

 "Darling, I wish for nothing now that I have you."

 The big woman in black glided gracefully down beside Joyce again. She
slipped her arms about her, kissed her, and Joyce's hands touched the soft
white flesh, the hard black fabric. This was sensuality at its utmost.

 Joyce reached around her and unhooked the black brassiere. Her hand was
back in time to catch the lovely big breast as it fell out of its
confinement. It spilled out over the sides of Joyce's little hand as she
hefted it and squeezed it and lifted it to her mouth. The nipple was as 
hard as hers but much bigger. She made Emily purr and stoke her head by
sucking so sweetly on it. The camera flashed, then flashed again when Joyce
had turned her pretty face to smile at it with her cheek clasped against
that erotic loveliness she'd been sucking on. Another bulb and yet another
was exploded while Joyce softly tweaked and pulled the kiss-wet nipple and
languorously tangled tongues with the heavy-lidded Emily Beresford.

 "Feeling nice?" Joyce murmured.

 "Glorious."

 "You like to have your titty sucked?"

 "By you. Only by you, Joyce."

 "Yes, your bride," Joyce said, and softly laughed through her warm kisses
on the perfumed flesh.

 Emily smiled and slipped the shoulder strap of Joyce's nglige, freeing a
breast for the soft cup of her hand. "Do you like it when I kiss your
breasts, darling?"

 "Yes," said Joyce, looking down at the lacquer-tipped hand in control of
her tit. And with equal frankness, she said, "I like it even better than I
like kissing your titties, Emily."

 Joyce softly hugged Emily's dark curls to her bosom as the woman sucked
and licked her nipple. She knew just how hard to do it, just how long, and
her mouth was so very soft. The flashbulb went off again and Joyce turned
to smile in languid ecstasy at their photographer. He was out of operation
for the moment, busy putting a new roll of film in the camera. There was
something that wasn't right about that, but just then Joyce couldn't think
of what it was. She looked back at him from time to time as he loaded his
camera, and when he'd focused on her again, she lowered her head and placed
a reverently affectionate kiss on top of the head that was at her breasts.

 "You're getting me wonderfully excited. I just love it," she murmured, and
kissed her again, tousled the silky black curls.

 Emily nodded, and went on softly sucking.

 "My pussy's just sopping wet, Emily."

 "Oh?" said the lovely, exciting woman, and resumed her slick mouthing of
Joyce's strongly throbbing nipple.

 "Just feel how wet I am," said Joyce, and pulled up her rumpled nglige,
and parted her legs.

 She had to take one of Emily's hands from her breast and guide it to her
loins. For once the lesbian seemed more than content with her breasts, and
nothing more. But when that hand was properly placed between Joyce's nicely
spread legs, its fingers showed the lesbian hadn't lost her interest in
cunt.

 Joyce sighed and settled lower on the love seat, smiling dreamily at their
photographer, nestling her lesbian lover's head to her tit and undulating
her hips to push her pussy against her fingers. She had two fingers inside
her cunt and the ball of her thumb against her cunt, provoking heavenly
sensations. Joyce hugged her and kissed her head, and was able to softly
massage one of her big tits.

 "Going to eat me soon, lover?" she murmured. "Going to put your mouth
where your hand is, Emily?"

 To Joyce's mild surprise, Emily gently shook her head. She said, "I'd like
it a lot if you did. I love to have you kiss my pussy, Emily. And I... love
to kiss yours. I'll kiss you there, darling. I'll kiss your pretty cunt if
you'll kiss mine. I'll make you come, I promise you that. I'll make you
come and come and come, Emily. Sixty-nine. Well have Philip take pictures
of us licking each other's cunts, kissing 'em, sucking 'em and making each
other come. Come on, Emily. I'm so ready for it, and I just know you are
too. Gawd, I can smell you but I can't even reach you. I wish my tongue was
a yard long. I'd tickle your big twat with it once, and you'd be down on
the floor, doing lickety-split and driving me crazy. Came on, honey. Let's
lick cunts. Come on, darling. Let's do it. That's what it's all about with
us gals, isn't it?"

 There was a whining note in Joyce's voice but she couldn't help that and
she didn't care. What she cared about was further excitement, more orgasms.
She'd been coming all along, but those had been minor orgasms, preludes to
the big explosions she'd known with Emily in the past. She had to have that
again, and she had to bury her face in hot wet cunt again. But still Emily
sucked on at her titties, until at last in her impatience Joyce had to
squirm away from her. She had to pop her beautifully swollen and tingling
nipple out of the sucking lips and draw her lover up to face her. With her
hands on Emily's soft, warm cheeks, with her sex-glazed eyes smoldering
deeply into Emily's, she sweetly but firmly said, "Darling, I want you to
suck my cunt, right now, and I want to suck you. Do you understand that?"

 Emily nodded, smiling, and said, "I understand, but this isn't the night
for that. We did that before, and well do it again, many times. But tonight
is our wedding night, and we're going to do something even better than
sucking cunt."

 Joyce frowned, and said, "Y-You were serious about the wedding thing?"

 "Of course. Why else would we have the champagne dinner and the
photographer?" said Emily, continuing with her fingers on Joyce's cunt,
making it ever so difficult for the impassioned little blonde to think.
"You've had a wedding night of sorts with Phil, and now it's time to have
one with me," she continued, so beautiful by candlelight, so excitingly
close, so sure of herself now in Joyce's time of confusion.

 "But," said Joyce, between the soft kisses being placed on the corners of
her mouth, "but what could be better than our sucking cunts?"

 "This," said Emily, and as if by magic she produced a long pale rod, and
placed it in Joyce's lap.

 She picked it up. Her hands were trembling as she turned it over and
looked at it, and felt its smooth plastic surface. It was about an inch in
diameter and almost a yard long. Its ends were rounded. It was firm but
flexible, and could be easily bent. Joyce's mouth went dry as she looked at
it and she could feel her heart fluttering and thumping in her chest. She
shook her head slightly but she couldn't take her eyes from it. She said,
"I think I know what this is, and... and I don't want to have anything to
do with it."

 "It's a nice thing," said Emily, and slid it smoothly from Joyce's quaking
hands. She fondled it against her billowing bare tits and kiss her body
while Joyce watched, both appalled and excited. Again it was placed in
Joyce's hands when Emily arose from the loveseat. There was a confident
smile on the face of the beautiful brunette as she slipped off her bra and
worked her tight black panties down over her wide, sweeping hips. That huge
patch of dark hair appeared, and Joyce stared directly at it, breathing
fast, and nervously fingering the plastic cock while another flashbulb went
off somewhere at her side.

 Emily sat down on the other end of the love seat with her back against the
low arm and with her high-heeled shoes on the cushions, their toes pointed
at Joyce, their heels two feet apart. Her crotch was quite open. Even in
the dim candlelight Joyce could see the long pink slit through the tangle
of dark hair between Emily's large white tapered thighs. Emily, still
wearing that confident smirk, leisurely parted the thick hair and the
glistening lips and Joyce swallowed hard and blinked back moisture in her
eyes when she saw the full extent of that woman's cunt.

 There was the oversized clitoris that she'd been begging to kiss. There
was the cunt hole that would gladly accept a man's cock or a woman's
fingers or even the plastic device in her hands. There before her eyes was
luscious sex, dripping with juices, filling the young intern's nostrils
with a scent far more intoxicating than any French perfume. It was all
framed in black garter straps and the black belt of her garter belt and the
black welts of her gleaming cunt.

 A little whimpering sound came from Joyce's throat, and she said, "You're
beautiful. It's beautiful. Let's suck cunts Emily."

 Emily reached out her hand and snapped her fingers, saying, "Hand me our
toy, darling."

 Joyce's hands closed tighter on it, and she said, "We don't need this
thing. Just... just let me suck yours... for a start."

 The jeweled fingers snapped again. Joyce bit her lip in frustration and
handed the long white thing over to her. Emily's smile broadened as she
rubbed one end of the thing up and down the big pink gash between her legs.
It looked like an immense candle jutting up from the hairy base that was
Emily's cunt. But then the length of it was diminished as Emily pushed the
end inside her pussy, sighing ant squirming her big hips on the cushions of
the love seat.

 She worked more and more of it in and out of her cunt, smiling and licking
her lips while Joyce watched unblinkingly. It seemed as if she got at least
a foot of the thing inside her body. That end was all glistening wet as she
moved it in and out, purring with pleasure. She'd formed it into a graceful
curve with the unused end pointing upward, sliding it and out of her cunt,
moving to meet its slow insertions.

 "Does it... feel good?" Joyce said, in spite of herself.

 Emily nodded gravely, and she bent the unused end downward until it was
pointing at Joyce's eyes.

 "Oh, Jesus," Joyce muttered, and glanced at their photographer. "Don't
take pictures of this, Philip," she said, and quickly tucked her nglige
up about her waist and assumed a position on the love seat just like
Emily's position, but facing her.

 Joyce's bare feet were under Emily's thighs and Emily's feet were under
Joyce's thighs. Both females had their knees bent and excited. Their cunts
were facing each other. Joyce reached out her hand and Emily put her end of
the thing in it.

 "Get it nice and wet before you slip it in, dear," Emily instructed.

 "Yes. Yes," Joyce said, breathing shallowly and fast as she ran the blunt
end up and down through her quivering wet slit.

 Another flashbulb popped just as she was putting it in her cunt. She
hadn't lubricated it enough, and it stuck going in, but it felt just
marvelous. She shifted her quaking asscheeks closer to Emily on the couch
as she worked more and more of it into her hungry cunt. Right at her side
was Dr. Morgan, wearing a tuxedo, his big prick sticking stiffly out of his
pants, photographing her slack-jawed but concentrating face as she shoved
the lesbian's dildo into her twat. She ignored him and his cock until she
had her end of their toy in as far as it would go, and then she forgot
about him completely.

 The flexibility of the thing was wonderful. Between them they could bend
it into a U while they leaned close to each other and tangled with their
tongues. Their legs were all tangled up, too, with Joyce's naked limbs
rustling and sliding over the larger nylon legs of Emily. Leaning back
again, constantly working their hips against the sweet internal pressure of
the thing that was fucking both of them at the same time, they grinned
lewdly at each other.

 "Feeling good, darling?" Emily drawled.

 "Never better," said Joyce, constantly squirming on their two way cock,
constantly orgasm. "Never ever better."

 "You look good, too," said her partner. "Your wedding night nglige is
all rumpled and sweaty, but you look terrific in it. Sorry I broke that one
shoulder strap, but it does show more of you. One beautiful little titty
standing out staring at me, asking me to suck it again, and the other
pushing out the sheer nylon with its pretty pink nipple. Your little blonde
cunt all wet and hot, hair all plastered down with cunt juice, and our
lovely big cock pushing in and out through your sucking cuntlips. Yes, my
little bride, you look good."

 "And your cunt," said Joyce, in an ecstasy of sexual pleasure, "it's
getting fucked, too. You have the biggest cunt in the world, Emily, and the
most beautiful. All that hair... I've never seen anything like it. Your
cunt's just huge. I can see it so clearly, even in this light. God, how I
want to bury my face there and suck on it, but shit, I can't stop fucking.
And your tits, they're just gorgeous. The sexiest tits in the world. Big,
God, they're big. Quivering and jiggling all over your, chest. The nipples
alone look as big as my whole tits."

 Emily pinned and reached out and pinched Joyce's nipple through the damp
nylon. "Oh, Christ!" Joyce cried, and writhed more strongly on the love
seat. "I'm coming all the time, and then each time you do something else I
reach another peak. Can I touch you like that?"

 "Darling, you can do anything you want to."

 "Tell me to do it, Emily. Make me play with your tits."

 "I'll do better than that, if it's dominance you want," said Emily.

 Her hand shot out and she grabbed Joyce by the hair. She jerked her
forward and pushed her head down. She lifted one big breast and shoved it
in Joyce's open mouth, and wave after wave of almost unbearable orgasmic
pleasure swept through the little blonde as she clung to the marshmallow
soft flesh and sucked on the rigid nipple in her mouth. All bent over like
that, the mixed scent of their musky cunts alone was enough to intoxicate
her. Add to that the texture and taste of the nipple in her mouth, and cap
it off with the stronger movements of the cock they shared as Emily's hips
drove it harder into her. It was all so much that Joyce fell back in a
half-swoon, struggling to stay awake so she wouldn't miss a moment of this
perverse delight.

 She felt a cock against her parted lips, all sticky and warm, and she
heard Emily say, "Phil, quit that. She's mine for tonight. You promised."

 Joyce opened her eyes and saw their butler was naked now, and just picking
up the camera again. More important by far, Emily had hold of the shaft
that joined their cunts and was moving it back and forth, fucking both of
them simultaneously and smiling her encouragement at Joyce.

 "Still feeling good?" she asked.

 Joyce laughed. "Need you ask?"

 "Want to feel better, darling?"

 "God, I couldn't feel any better. But, but, yes. Yes-s-s."
CHAPTER TWELVE

 "Philip," said Emily, "fetch my dildo and the bottle of love lotion."

 "Dildo," said Joyce, and reached down and touched the thing moving in and 
out of her cunt. "That's what you call these things. You have another one?"

 "An even better one, just for you."

 "It couldn't be any better than the one we are sharing. What's the love
lotion?"

 "You'll find out, and you'll like it. But here, you play with this
double-ended dildo while I get myself ready with the big one."

 Their naked butler served it on a silver platter. It was a huge thing,
frighteningly so at first. It was black, with a curved sort of base plate
fitted with several straps and chrome buckles. The base of the dildo's
shaft was as big around as Joyce's forearm, and it tapered down to a blunt
point somewhat smaller than the thing that was in her at the time. It was
about a foot long, and it had a bowed curve to it. The tapered end had a
hole in it like the hole in the end of a real cock. It was fearfully big,
but it looked quite in proportion to the rest of Joyce's lesbian lover as
Emily picked it up and fondled it to her naked breasts.

 Joyce watched fascinated, half eager and half afraid, unable to keep from
working the long dildo in and out of her cunt as she lay back on the love
seat. Her fascination grew as Emily held out her false cock and Philip
carefully poured a thick liquid into a hole in its base plate. None of it
ran out the hole in the head of the dildo.

 "That's the... love lotion?" Joyce asked, and Emily nodded. "What is it?"
Joyce asked.

 "It's something a physician friend of mine concocted," said Emily, and
stood up, towering grandly over the little blonde on the couch. "As I said,
you'll like it."

 She capped the hole into which the lotion had been poured and handed the
dildo over to Philip. Without a command, he went to his knees and placed
the base plate against Emily's hairy cunt.

 "it's made of Indian rubber," said Emily. "It's made to make women
happy... at both ends of it. My end has a soft rubber cup that fits exactly
over my clitoris. Every time I push forward with it," she said,
demonstrating with an arching of her body, "I get a thrill. You can see
what sort of pleasure can come from your end of it. At least you can see
part of them. Philip, show my bride about the love lotion."

 "Yes, ma'am," said their kneeling servant, and he finished buckling the
main strap of the dildo, the one that went around Emily's big, powerful 
hips. Two more straps dangled down between her stocking legs as he grasped
the big black dildo with both hands and worked it as though he were
masturbating. The little blonde made a small gasp as a large droplet of the
creamy lotion appeared at the end of the dildo. Philip dabbed it up with
his fingers and touched it to Joyce's exposed nipple, then resumed his task
of buckling the remaining straps about Emily's thighs.

 Joyce looked down at her wetted nipple. It felt distinctly warmer, if that
was possible, and it was all a tingle, as if a small army of ants was
crawling over it. The very thought of her pussy feeling like that made
Joyce moan and feel giddy with anticipation. She tried not to think of how
outlandishly big it was, and how it would stretch her cunt. She stared at
the thing jutting out from Emily's loins and reassured herself that it was
quite in proportion to the rest of the body with which she'd known so much
pleasure.

 "You're going to get a fucking you won't soon forget," Emily told her.

 "Yes. I-I know."

 "I won't be taking it easy with you, Joyce."

 The little blonde bit her lip and nodded, still staring at the rubber
prick.

 "It will hurt you, dear, at least at first."

 Joyce looked down at her nipple, still tingling warmly, and at her little
cunt with the slim white shaft in it.

 "Are you sure you want to go through with it, dear?" said Emily.

 Emily touched Joyce's head. The big dildo was right there before Joyce's
eyes as their butler worked at the last buckle around Emily's thigh. Joyce
looked up at the arrogantly beautiful face of the lesbian and said, "Tell
him to hurry. I want it in me. Now."

 Emily chuckled and patted her head. The butler said, "All right now,
ma'am." He turned to get his camera, and a shudder racked Joyce's body as
she withdrew the flexible dildo from her cunt. The big black one bobbed and
danced before her heavy-lidded eyes as the strong hands of her lesbian
lover rearranged her on the love seat. Flashbulbs flashed while Joyce's
tensed asscheeks were placed on the edge of the cushions. Her shoulders and
the back of her head were against the upright cushions of the little couch
and her feet were on the floor, about a yard apart, as Emily kissed her and
knelt between her legs.

 "Hurry, now," Joyce said as Emily moved the bluntly tapered end of it up
and down through her pulsing slit.

 "We've got to get it nicely lubricated first. Don't want to hurt you too
much this first time around."

 "I'm wet as I can be already. And the love lotion will lubricate me even
more. God, I can feel it already. My pussy's all tingling, burning. Shove
it in, Emily. Just shove that thing in me!"

 "Do you love me?" Emily asked as she touched the end of it to Joyce's
seething hot cunt.

 "Yes, I love you! I adore you! You and your beautiful big prick! Shove it
in me! Fuck me! OH!!!"

 The butler caught it on film as Emily buried it half-way into the little
cunt. The pain was sharp, for in an instant Joyce's cunt had been stretched
out to twice its normal size. But the accompanying pleasure was so intense
that Joyce threw her hips forward and got another inch of the wonderful big
thing into her cunt before Emily drew back her hips. "Hurt you?" asked
Emily, and brushed back the fallen curls from her forehead.

 "Just the tiniest bit," Joyce lied. She reached out with both hands and
grasped those powerful, garter belt-clad hips, and said, "Give me all of
it! I want it all! OW-W-W-W!!!"

 There was no concealing the pain now, as the full twelve inches of rubber
cock were plunged into her cunt without restraint. Emily's big hips surged
forward until the black pubic hair was mingled with the gold. Her heavy
tits swung forward as if to completely engulf the shrieking blonde. The
lovely, grinning face loomed very close to Joyce's. The huge cock ripped
into her all the way, churning her insides and splitting her cuntlips
widely. She took every bit of that enormous false cock in one fast
penetration, and then Emily began to fuck her just as she'd promised,
without taking it easy at all.

 The heady pleasure was there to see on Emily's face as she fucked Joyce
without letup. It was a two-fold pleasure -- that of the senses as the soft
rubber vigorously massaged her big cunt, and that of the perverted emotions
as the big lesbian gloated over what she was doing to the little blonde
neophyte. And those double pleasures were reflected on Joyce's twisted face
as the big dildo and the love lotion it exuded did their job, and as she in
turn drank in that look of twisted ecstasy on Emily's face.

 Emily had firm hold of her by the hips and was plunging into her like a
stallion. Her enormous pendant tits were swinging very fast and very
heavily, until Joyce grasped their softness with both hands. She clawed
them and pawed them to her heart's content, while down below her cunt was
being stretched and swelled by the long, tapered cock, and her flesh was
being anointed inside and out with the love lotion. It had already been
thoroughly rubbed into the walls of her cunt, and now it was overflowing
from that orifice to set her cuntlips and her inner thighs and her asshole
to burning and itching with wonderful, unholy fire. The love seat was
inching backward under the heavy thrusts of the sex-mad lesbian while
flashbulbs dazzled the already dazzled young woman and orgasms came in
rapid succession, each one greater than the last.

 "Do you like it? Do you?" Emily said, gasping and panting, never letting
up for a moment.

 "I LOVE IT! LOVE TO BE FUCKED BY A LESBIAN! I LOVE YOU!" Joyce screamed,
digging her heels into Emily's huge asscheeks, pulling her and her cock
even harder into her sweating, chumming body.

 "Are you coming?"

 "YES, GOD YES, AND YOU ARE TOO! A-A-A-A-AGH! WONDERFUL!!!"

 "God... damn... right I'm coming," Emily said through clenched teeth. "And
we're both going to come more... more... MORE!" she said, fucking
furiously.

 She didn't let up as she mashed her mouth on Joyce's and injected her
tongue deep into her throat. She slung the little blonde's arms about her
neck and Joyce hugged her hard as they kissed and fucked with every ounce
of strength in their bodies. Joyce's brows were knitted deeply as she
concentrated hard on the delirious pleasure ripping everywhere through her
body and she was insanely confident that the wonderful woman between her
legs would somehow succeed in increasing that pleasure even more. Her
entire crotch was saturated with the potent love lotion. Their action
together was so strenuous and intimate that it had smeared that lotion up
between their torsos, making Joyce's belly and tilt glow with orgasmic
tingling nearly as much as her cunt was glowing. She sucked madly on
Emily's tongue and ground her tits against Emily's, while Emily drummed her
cunt with the cock that by then seemed to be a totally natural part of her
feminine body. Joyce clung and kissed with all her might, fighting now for
her sanity and her consciousness as the orgasms mounted faster and bigger
to form an explosion that transcended anything she'd known to date.

 She wrenched her mouth from Emily's, threw back her head and shrieked, 
"OH! OW! O-H-H-H, COMING! COMING SO GOOD... I CANT STAND IT ANY MORE!"

 "More," Emily snarled, still fucking her deep and hard. "There's more...
for both of us."

 "No, no, no-o-o-o!" said Joyce, near sobbing now, her body going limp
after the truly electrifying orgasm she'd just had. "No, I just can't take
any more!" she blubbered.

 "You can. You can," said Emily, hips working consistently and
convulsively, prick pistoning deeply and wetly, eyes blazing with delight
and determination. "Put her legs around my back, Philip!" she snapped.

 Joyce's lifeless legs wrapped around Emily's slim, sweating waist. Her
ankles were held locked there by the butler, despite her weakening pleas
for a few moments' rest. Still fucking her savagely, Emily jerked her
forward against her bouncing tits. Her arms hung limply around Emily's
neck, until Emily's hands dug in and lifted her by the asscheeks, whereupon
she had to cling to the woman for support.

 Emily hoisted Joyce up bodily until the big brunette had pined her feet
and was holding up both of them. Joyce's legs were around her waist and her
arms were about her neck, and in this new position she found a new sort of
pleasure in her cunt. The huge false cock was massaging new areas of her
cunt, bringing life back into a body that she'd thought was spent and
exhausted for all time.

 Emily stopped her thrust and held Joyce there for a few seconds, breathing
hard, before she asked, "Are you ready for more? Are you?"

 "Y-Yes. I thought I was going to... faint for a while."

 "But now you're ready for more. Why, Joyce? Why?"

 "Be-Because you want more, and I want to make you happy."

 Emily's grin broadened. "That's sweet, my little bride. But that's only
half of it. Why else do you want me to fuck your little virgin's cunt with
this big dildo that's fucked so many other women?"

 Joyce grinned lewdly and said, "Because it feels so fucking good, that's
why. Because I love you and your dirty prick, you Goddamned bitch of a bull
dyke. Come on and fuck me, if you're going to. I can take all you've got
and more. I'll fuck you dry and then I'll take on Phil. I know he's Dr.
Mown, and not some silly butler. I know everything that's going on now.
Come on and fuck me some me, damn it. I was made for it. Doctoring is just 
a sideline with me. Fuck me, Emily! FUCK ME!" she shouted, and plastered
her mouth against the grinning lips of the lesbian as the flash went off
and the prick began to move again.

 Emily staggered slightly under the weight that she was bearing, but that
didn't deter her in her strenuous fucking. She put all she had into it,
flexing her knees to bounce Joyce up and down on her cock, using her
clutching hands on Joyce's asscheeks to amplify the bouncing of the little
blonde on the end of her dildo. Joyce clung to her with arms and legs as
tightly as she could. Gasping, breathless with orgasms, she had to quit the
kiss and throw her head back, crying, "Love it! More! LOVE IT-T-T-T-T!"

 The remnants of her pristine white nightie were bunched around her waist.
Her little titties were as bare as Emily's big ones now, and both were well
lubricated with the tingling lotion as they slid together and up and down,
nipple kissing nipple. They were sweating, and Joyce's hands and legs kept
slipping, but slit took new grips and hung on for dear life, working her
hips as fast as she could to keep up wit the strong strokes of the cock in
her cunt. Emily was grunting and Joyce was screaming and Dr. Morgan was
taking pictures. Both women were orgasming constantly and heavily, and each
could feel an even bigger explosion of pleasure coming on.

 "Hurt her," said Dr. Morgan. "Hurt her, Emily. Just like she wants to be
hurt."

 "Can't hurt this little cunt," Emily rasped.

 "Just fuck it!" Joyce demanded. Fuck it black and blue!" Can you feel it
coming on, Emily? Can you?"

 "Almost there," Emily gritted, and astounded and delighted Joyce with a
new surge of energy.

 "I'm slipping. Can't hold on," Joyce said, close to sobbing again as the
intensity of her orgasm took the strength from her arms and legs and they
began to slip from Emily's slick sweaty flesh.

 "I've got you," Emily gasped. "I won't let you go!"

 "Never. Never let me go. Neither of you," Joyce mumbled.

 Her legs slipped off from around Emily's waist. They dangled downward,
jerking like the legs of a marionette, while Emily stabbed upward in her
with her cock. There was a look of madly insane pleasure in Emily's eyes
now. Joyce could see it and appreciate it through eyes that were barely
open. In her staggering, Emily had brought them up against a wall. It was 
hard and harsh against Joyce's back, but she welcomed its support, for she
was beginning to slip down further, fearing she might lose the lovely hot
cock in her gushing bunt. Her feet touched the floor and she spread them
more widely to accommodate her lover as she slipped down the wall. The
rapidly moving end of the dildo felt as if it were thumping against her
backbone and she seemed to be coming there, too. Her head was lolling
helplessly while Emily drove on to her finish. She would have passed out
completely save for the stimulus of the big, big orgasm still going on
everywhere in her body.

 Both women were drenched with sweat when at last Emily's knees touched the
floor. Joyce's legs were spread and bent obscenely, and now it was Emily
who was whimpering as she strove to eke out all she could of the last dregs
of their tremendous, mutual orgasm. The crest had passed for Joyce, but she
was still deriving great pleasure from feeling the beautiful peak in
Emily's body. Even the great energies of the big lesbian were diminishing,
however. Now she was laboring with her dildo in Joyce's cunt as she knelt
on the floor between the legs of the pinioned girl and pushed it in her and
pulled it out. Joyce was almost passed out, still tingling everywhere with
pleasure, but almost unconscious. She felt a rain, refreshing rain on her
face, and she opened her eyes and saw Dr. Morgan's cock pointed at her
face, spewing its rich, creamy spunk down on her as he stroked it hard and
fast with his hand.

 "You're never going to leave us, are you?" he said, panting.

 Joyce licked her lips and grinned foolishly, hugged Emily with what little
strength remained to her, and murmured, "Never. Never leave you. Love you.
Love you both."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 That entire night was one long, erotic dream for Joyce. She only vaguely
remembered going to bed with them and wasn't sure if she woke up during the
night or not. They slept on both sides of her, with all three reposing on
their sides. She wasn't sure who was in front of her and who was behind her
at fist, but with the light of dawn she saw Dr. Morgan's handsome face
smiling at her. Her arms were already around his neck, and it took no
effort at all for her to kiss him warmly and deeply. Behind her, Emily was
stirring, fondling her titties with both hands, rubbing and squirming her
own big titties against Joyce's bare back.

 "Sleep well?" Dr. Morgan asked, when he'd had enough of her kiss.

 "Marvelously," said Joyce, squirming about just as happily as she'd been 
squirming all night long. "Who's in me? Who's been fucking me all night?"

 Emily laughed throatily and said, "Why, both of us. Me with my black dildo
up your pretty little ass, Phil with his prick against your tummy and with
our double-ended dildo in your cunt, dear."

 "The other end of it is in my buff," he said.

 She laughed and kissed him, reached behind her to squeeze Emily's soft,
naked hip.

 "Are you sore?" Emily asked.

 "Everywhere," Joyce said, laughing, and wriggled her hips, moved her
little body around in the embracing sandwich of flesh. She purred with
pleasure. "Mm-mm-mm-mm. Never thought you could both fuck me at the same
time."

 "Hold still," said Dr. Morgan, "till I get this plastic prick out of your
cunt and get my real one in it"

 "Hurry up, Doctor. I can't hold still for long." They laughed together
until the pleasure started and they laughed while the early morning fucking
went on. They passed orgasms along to each other through the middle of
Joyce's body as the sun came up, and then they lay back and rested.

 After a time, Joyce said, "It feels lonely without your two pricks in me.
When can we do it again?"

 "There's work to do," said Dr. Morgan. "But there'll still be time for
taking our pleasure with you."

 "Christ, I hope so," said Joyce. "But when?"

 "Later. You're getting a day off today. And you're spending it here in
bed. We'll be by to visit you every chance we get. We're going to serve you
your meals in bed today, just like a bride should be served."

 "I am the bride of both of you, aren't I?"

 "That's fight, dear. Bath of us own you now." "Good," said Joyce, and
snuggled them closer to her. "But don't leave me. Spend my day off with
me."

 "No, we have to work. But we're going to leave you with something to
occupy you while you wait for our visits."

 Propped up on the pillows, Joyce watched while they put the double-ended
dildo in her, one end in her cunt, the other in her ass. They helped her
off with the shreds of her wedding nglige, and she pouted prettily at
them as they each kissed her goodbye and left her alone in the big bed.
Then she snuggled down by herself to wait for breakfast and to experiment
with the lovely thing in her two sex holes.

 Joyce spent that day masturbating, eating, fucking, sucking. The doctor
and his receptionist entertained her sexually that night, and slept with
her. The next day, she returned to work. She knew her duties and she
performed them well, though her mind was preoccupied with her two
coworkers. She was assigned one of the two examining rooms, and patients
were sent in to see her. At times, however, when she was expecting another
patient, it was either Dr. Morgan or Emily Beresford who came through the
door and ready for sex.

 Joyce gave them exactly what they wanted that day, and she got from them
what she wanted in return. And that day set the pattern for the days to
come. The lotion was kept in Joyce's examining room, and so were Emily's
two dildos. At any time of the day, Joyce might be paid a call by the
beautiful bisexual or by their employer, and this put an element of
excitement into her work that she'd never dreamed of anticipating back in
medical school. Dr. Morgan as well as his receptionist used the sexual
tools on her at times, and this was fine with Joyce. She wanted things in
her body, and she didn't care which of the two were using them, as long as
they used them well -- which they invariably did. She wanted mouths to kiss
and sex organs to suck upon and bodies to touch, and she no longer cared if
those bodies and sex organs and mouths were male or female. She had her
work, which was fulfilling, and she had her sex life, which was exciting,
and it seemed as if she could ask for nothing more in life, nothing more at
all.

 Now and then, however, something inside of Joyce quietly rebelled. Though
her days were fully occupied with medicine and sex, she had many nights
when she was quite alone in the medical offices, and during these times she
would become mildly disturbed. She felt isolated, almost a prisoner there,
a rather contented one. Dr. Morgan didn't want her going out on the town
lest she somehow ruin the careful image they'd built up of respectability,
and lest she form a romantic alliance with a man or woman and eventually
leave them. The latter, it seemed, was highly unlikely, for by then Joyce
felt that she could be content with nothing less than two lovers, or
spouses, or whatever they might be called.

 Time and time again she tried to explain to them her need for some time
away from the practice, all by herself, but they were adamant in their 
demands that, she be accompanied by one or the other of them whenever she
left the building. These demands she had to eventually agree to, for they
had all those photographs of her from her wedding night with Emily and from
the other times when she enjoyed wild sex with either or both of them.
Those photographs were their weapon over her, and they were also a source
of joy to Joyce. Many nights as she lay alone in her room at the offices,
longing to see the outside world, she could distract herself by getting the
photographs out and going over them. One by one, dwelling fondly on her
favorites, while she used one of the dildos in her body until at last she
fell asleep. The dildos were a poor substitute for flesh, but they managed
to do the job when supplemented by the lewd photographs that her two lovers
left with her.

 Still there were the seeds of discontent slowly germinating in the mind
and body of this young woman who had worked so herd for the honor and
respect, for the satisfaction and the independence of being a physician.
And one day these seeds grew further still with the entry of a young boy
that she had treated before, on her first day at work in Roseville.

 He entered her examining room in the early afternoon, aft Joyce had had a
busy morning. That morning she'd treated half a dozen patients, and she'd
entertained bath Emily and Phil, but not too satisfyingly for herself. It
had been a day when Emily had been in the mood for water sports. That
morning she had greeted Joyce with her, usual French kiss and told her to
drink a good deal of water, so Joyce had good idea of what was on the way.
She'd drunk four big glasses of water and her bladder was filled when Emily
entered at about ten, smiling as she closed the door behind her. She hadn't
much time, she announced, as she held up her short white uniform skirt to
her waist. Joyce quickly dropped to her knees before her and peeled down
Emily's panties, following the downward course of them with her lips,
kissing Emily's bare thighs and nylon legs, then returning to insert her
tongue through the thick black hair at her loins and locate the thrusting
cunt there.

 "Feels good," said Emily. "Feels so good I might piss all over your pretty
face, right here and now."

 "Wish you would," said Joyce, though this was a day she didn't really feel
like water sports. "But if you did, I'd have to shower, and there are
patients waiting," she said, dutifully playing out the charade.

 "Do you have to piss, too?" said Emily, stroking the head at her loins.

 "So bad it hurts. Could we... do it together? Please, Emily?"

 Emily had chuckled and pinched her cheek. "You like your golden showers 
now, eh? Well, I suppose we have time for a little one. Come, darling. Let
me make you happy."

 They'd gone into the little bathroom and Joyce had sat down on the toilet,
just as she had so many other times when Emily was in this mood. Joyce
never wore any panties any more, so she just had to lift up her skirt and
sit down on the hard white seat. Emily had come forward, legs apart,
straddling Joyce's clasped knees, with that immense pussy of hers staring
Joyce right in the face. She'd parted her cuntlips and held them open for
Joyce's gaze. While they'd shifted their legs around until their knees were
mingled and both women had their legs slightly apart. Then she'd begun to
pee, with her golden shower raining down on Joyce's thighs and between her
legs. Joyce had cooed and oohed and ahhed over the sight of the water
spouting from the hairy cunt. As was expected of her, she'd held the
cuntlips open, and when the last drop of urine had rained down on her,
she'd pressed her mouth against Emily's clitoris and sucked it till the
spasms rippled through Emily's body and she was muttering lewd love words
and orgasming nicely. As usual, they had switched positions then. The
seated Emily had pulled Joyce down on her lap. Tit to tit, belly to belly,
mouth to mouth, they had clung and kissed while Joyce emptied her bladder
against Emily's loins. The hot pins gushing down over Emily's cunt had made
her come even more than Joyce's tongue had, and Joyce too felt tingles of
orgasms under the strong embrace of the big woman.

 They had quickly cleaned up and gone back to work, and a few minutes
later, Dr. Morgan had come into the examining room. "Hungry?" he had said,
grinning, and opening his pants.

 "For you, always," Joyce had said, grinning at him, licking her lips as
she looked down at his fly. "Let me take it out, Phil. Please," she had
said, just as he liked her to say.

 Once again she was on her knees. Once again she was oohing and aahing over
the sight of a sex organ. She had sucked him warmly and nicely, building
him up toward a good climax. She'd known he was in a hurry, and so she'd
rushed it a bit, but at the proper time she had backed off with her mouth,
put on an expression of deepest ecstasy, and milked his semen out to shower
against her upturned face.

 He'd left her right away, just as soon as she had licked him clean. She
understood the demands of his work and she knew that the satisfaction she
had given to him and to Emily would eventually be returned to her tenfold,
but still she felt discontent when young Willie Austen entered her
examining room that afternoon.

 "How's that sprained wrist?" she asked with a smile.

 "It's okay," he timidly replied, rubbing his unbandaged wrist. "I wanted
to see Dr. Morgan, but Miss Beresford said he's busy."

 "I've had the seine training he has, Willie," said Joyce. "Anything you
wanted to discuss with him can be discussed with me just as well."

 The way he hemmed and hawed, she knew it was a sexual problem that was
bothering him. At last, after much coaxing, he said, "My thing gets sore.
My father says it's because I'm not circumcised, and he wanted Dr. Morgan
to look at me."

 "As I said, I'll do just as well," said Joyce. "Take off all your clothes,
please, and get up on the table."

 "A-All of them?" he said, wide eyed with apprehension.

 "Yes, all of them," she replied.

 As the eighteen-year-old boy disrobed, Joyce made conversation with him,
partially to ease his discomfiture, partially for purposes of her own.
After talking of the usual banalities, she asked, "Are you the son of Will
Austen, Willie?"

 "That's right," he said, down to his shorts now, and unsuccessfully trying
to shield his hairless body from the coolly appraising gaze of the
attractive young physician.

 "He's the same one who's backing Dr. Morgan's hospital, isn't he?" she
asked.

 "Yeah. I've heard them and Miss Beresford talking about it in the library
at the house. Do I have to take my shorts off, too?"

 "Yes, Willie, you most certainly do. Your house has a library, it must be
a large house."

 "Something like twenty-two warns," he said, his back to her now as he
pushed down his shorts, exposing a round little pair of buttocks that made
Joyce's eyebrows raise in appreciation.

 "Your mother must have a time taking care of a house that size. I suppose
she has servants."

 "My mom died when I was a baby. We have a couple of maids and a cook, but
they're old. Uh... are you going to... look at it now?"

 "Yes, Willie. Just jump up there and lie back on the table, and I'll see
just what I can do for you."

 He lay on his back, rigid, trembling. He had a nice-sized cock for a boy
of his age. It was warm and soft in Joyce's hand. It looked as soft as the
rest of him, and like the rest of him, there was hard young muscle under
the layer of skin. The foreskin was quite tight and pointed. Young Willie
shifted about on the table and bit his lip as Joyce moved it back and forth
over the pink head of his pecker, bending over him and nodding sagely.

 "I don't think I've ever seen your father," she said. "Is he an elderly
man?"

 "He's about... thirty-seven, I think. Is this going to take much longer,
Doctor?"

 "Be patient. Relax. I suppose your father is quite the man about town,
taking out a lot of eligible ladies ax all that."

 "We don't... talk about our personal lives in the Austen family."

 "Of course not. I wasn't trying to pry, just making conversation. Your
foreskin is tight, but I don't believe it needs circumcision. You have such
a manly, attractive penis that it would be a shame to alter it in any way."

 "But sometimes it hurts."

 "When you play with it, Willie?" she asked, and he flushed scarlet and
turned his head away from her. She laughed and said, "I suppose that comes
under the category of private lives, too. But don't be ashamed of playing
with yourself. We all do it at one time or another."

 "Yeah?" he said, eyes back on her now, and wider, and cock getting warmer
and larger in her hand.

 "Yeah, Willie. My, you have a lot to learn about life and sex. That's what
comes from being raised without a mother. All your penis needs is a little
exercise and a little lotion, and I've got the lotion right here."

 She hated to let go of his prick, but she did so and got the bottle of Dr.
Morgan's homemade love lotion from the medicine cabinet. She applied it
liberally to her palms and smiled down on the boy. His face was pale now,
and his cock was trying to push out through its tight foreskin.

 "Oh!" he said when she'd laid her hands on him.

 "I'll try to be gentle. Does it hurt, dear?"

 "N-No. It sort of b-bums a little, though."

 "All part of the treatment. I'll just work it all in real well, while you
relax. Yes, you've a lovely penis. Nice testicles, too. I'm afraid I used a
little too much lotion. It's getting all over your balls, too. Does it hurt
now when I pull back the foreskin?"

 "No. I dunno," he said, clutching the edges of the table with both hands,
shifting his feet up and down.

 "Your prick is getting quite hard, Willie. It can't hurt you too much. My.
It's as big as some men's, and it still has a way to grow. That's going to
make some women feel very good someday. Someday soon."

 "Oh, Doctor," he murmured. "Oh, Dr. Carruthers!"

 "Relax, darling. I know I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good.
I'll bet this feels better than when you play with yourself. Now, doesn't
it, Willie?"

 "Yeah-h-h-h-h," he breathed. "Jeez, it never felt this good before. Just
never!"

 "Beautiful cock. Beautiful bay. I wouldn't mind having you for my own.
Whew! The things I could teach you. And I don't mean things from medical
books. I can't get over how big it is. Tell me something, Willie."

 "Yeah. Anything. Anything!" he said, openly arching and humping his prick
up through her warmly slippery hand now.

 "Are you a virgin? Have you ever stuck this lovely big dick of yours in a
girl's cunt and popped your nuts?"

 "No, no, no-o-o-o-o, but I've always wanted to. Oh, Jeez, stop it or I'm
gonna come!"

 "Come and come again," she said, and vigorously jacked him off. She had
him moaning and thrashing on the table as jet after jet of his young semen
spurted high into the air. She milked him expertly to a marvelous orgasm,
and she continued to milk him more gently but nonetheless erotically as he
lay back sighing.

 "Does your father take out a lot of women around town, Willie?"

 He shook his head. "He's been working too hard. But he says... Whew! That
sure did feel terrific... but he says he's going to start going out again
once they break ground for the hospital. Maybe even get married again. Oh,
Jeez, are you going to do it again, Doctor?"

 "Call me Joyce, Willie. Yes, I'm going to do it again, but in a much
better way."

 She had to let go of his prick to lock the door of the examining room, but
her eyes never left it and his loving eyes never left her. His eyes widened
as she slipped off her doctor's smock and pulled her little dress up over
her head, for her cunning little body was then clad in nothing at all but a
brassiere. This too was removed before Joyce climbed up on the table with
him.

 She straddled his thighs. Her cunt was nice and wet, and his prick was
still well lubricated from the love lotion that was still doing its work on
it. She took it in her hand again and guided it up and down her slit, while
the boy watched, fascinated.

 "Do you really want to lose your virginity, Willie?" she asked.

 "I sure do!" he replied.

 "I'll do that favor for you, if you'll do one for me. Will you, dear?"

 "Anything! You just name it!" he said, and she smiled broadly at him and
hunched her hips forward to engulf his beautiful little prick in her hungry
and well-trained cunt.

 "I want you to introduce me to your father," she said, moving smoothly,
fucking well, and getting a surprising amount of pleasure from having this
fine young prick in her body.

 "M-My father?" he said, eyes as big as saucers again.

 She nodded, hands resting on his chest, and rubbing more of the lotion in
around his rigid little nipples, her cunt working over his cock far better
than her hand had done the job. "Yes, Willie. I want to meet your father."

 "T-To tell him about this?" he asked, so incredulous that the upward
movements of his hips ceased.

 She shook her lovely blonde head, still smiling, still undulating her hips
over his cock, and she said, "Not to tell him. To fuck him."

 "You'd fuck my father?"

 "If he's anything like his son, I would. I'd lure him into his own bed
with me and I'd lure him to the altar. I'd marry him, if he's anything like
you, and move into his house and your house and do this to you every day.
Would you like that, Willie?"

 "Oh-h-h-h, I couldn't stand it! GA-W-W-W-W-D, I LOVE IT!" he exclaimed,
and the aching of his body lifted Joyce up off the table now, as fresh
gushers of his fine young jism squirted hard up into her convulsing cunt.
She clutched his chest deeply, working hard and smoothly on his cock. She
grinned down at him, aglow with orgasmic feelings, and glowing too with the
knowledge of who'd be running things at the new hospital once she'd lured
Austen's cock out of his pants -- which is another story in itself.


THE END
