FPS-193  Female Doctors, Captive
[aka 'Sharon's Slavery Sessions' or 'The Captive Female Doctor']
(Cynthia Gordon)


CHAPTER ONE 

In no time during the twenty years she had been alive, did Sharon Seeley 
humble herself to anyone. Rich, because her parents had been exceptionally 
well-to-do, Sharon had displayed an amazing aptitude for learning, and as a 
result breezed through school so quickly, she was a full eight years ahead 
of herself, and was starting her internship at the local hospital. Wealth 
was something to which she was accustomed, and so continued living in a 
luxury apartment paid for by her parents. 

It therefore came as a shock to her when her father asked her to meet him 
one day outside the hospital to discuss her financial future. Necessity, she 
soon learned, had to take the place of accustomed luxury. 

Zest was the one thing with which she had been filled all during high 
school, college, and medical school. At no time did it occur to her that her 
parents might run out of money, and she had spent rampantly, making fun of 
the other students who had to work in order to pay their way through school. 

Color drained from her face when her father told her the bad news. 

"How did it happen?" she wanted to know. 

"A series of bad investments," he replied. "Really, I have just enough money 
left to take your mother to Florida and buy a small condominium so we can 
live out the rest of our lives in peace. I hope you can find some way to 
support yourself, because at this point there's nothing I can do." 

"All right, father," she nodded. "I understand." 

But she didn't understand. Suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, she was 
poverty-stricken. She, who had spent her life alternating between studying 
and looking down at everyone else because they were incapable of earning 
money like her father, was now one of them. 

As an intern, she would earn some small sum of money, but it would hardly be 
enough to keep her in the luxury apartment near the hospital. By the same 
token, she was unable to move back into her parents' home because that house 
was being sold and her parents would be down in Florida in less than a week. 

The rent on her apartment had been paid for the rest of the month, but 
unless she found some alternate means of finance, she would have to move 
out. Doing so, would let the other interns know she was as poor as they, and 
they would probably take sweet revenge by laughing at her and making her 
feel as small as she had made them feel. 

Alone in her large apartment, the air-conditioning going on this balmy June 
Sunday, Sharon stared at her naked body in the full-length bedroom mirror. 
It had never occurred to her to take advantage of her body, to use it to 
gain what she wanted, though she had to admit she was the kind of woman any 
man would give his soul to possess, outwardly, anyway. She had long, blonde 
hair that trailed halfway to her waist. It was a dark, honey-blonde. When 
she had been younger she had been pudgy, and as a result, her breasts had 
developed when she was eleven, going on twelve. At the age of thirteen she 
had lost most of her baby-fat, but her breasts hadn't shrunk one iota, 
revealing they were still growing, and therefore still as solid as ever. 
They stood up delightfully even when she didn't wear a brassiere, but 
because of their size, they did wobble, so she was forced to wear what she 
called a harness. Later, she learned that the wearing of the brassiere had 
prevented excess strain on her pectoral muscles, and as a result, her 
breasts would remain hard and firm for many years to come. They had a 
natural tan to them, as did the rest of her body. One would think that with 
skin naturally dark, she would have had tan nipples and areolae, but in 
Sharon's case that wasn't true. Her nipples were a rich pink, as were the 
surrounding haloes. 

Her large amber eyes created a look of innocence on her face. That look was 
further enhanced by her short, straight nose, but instantly dispelled by the 
arrogant pout of her full lips. It was all set in a perfect oval of a face 
that, like the rest of her body, was totally blemish-free. She had a very 
narrow waist, so narrow that it made her wide hips look broader than they 
were. Having been fat when she was young, Sharon exercised daily to prevent 
it from happening again, and she knew no matter how old she got, she would 
never become too broad in the beam. 

She had a wide pelvis, one that was sprinkled with such a light quantity of 
fine golden hair, it almost looked hairless. Her thighs, because of her 
exercises, were like Grecian pillars, tapering to calves that were neither 
too heavy nor too slender. 

All in all, Sharon, in her own opinion, was as physically perfect as it was 
possible for a female to be. 

As far as she was concerned, the solution to her problem lay in only one 
direction: marriage. Unfortunately, she didn't know any wealthy men. She 
knew loads of poor men, mostly interns. And the doctors she knew who had 
money were married. So that let them out. In all her life, only one man had 
had the courage to propose to her, and he hadn't even so much as tried 
touching her the wrong way. Lamont Dennison had been a dreamer rather than a 
doer. He had been handsome enough, in his own way, but the man had never set 
out to earn himself any money. Too bad! He was the one man who would have 
married her without question, knowing full well she didn't love him. He 
would have been grateful simply to use her body. 

The mere thought of a sexual encounter made Sharon shudder. Not merely 
thinking of it with Lamont Dennison, but imagining herself under any man 
caused her naked body to shiver. Still, marriage was the only way for her to 
become wealthy in a hurry again, provided she found the right man. 

It was Sunday, but that meant nothing to Sharon. Like all the other interns, 
she had to work at the hospital on days when regular doctors were out with 
their families, when surgery didn't take place, and where, aside from 
emergency cases or unexpected things taking place in Intensive Care, nothing 
ever really happened. 

Sharon dressed with meticulous care, wearing the most provocative underwear 
though she knew no one would see it. Then she slipped a green summer dress 
over her head, pulled on nylon foot-coverings, and slipped her feet into 
sensible white hospital shoes. Nurses were obliged to wear stockings, but 
she was an intern, soon to be a doctor, and as a result didn't have to worry 
about the head nurse coming down on her. As a lowly intern, she still ranked 
above the highest nurse. 

The hospital was only two blocks away from the high-rise where her luxury 
apartment was located. The area had originally been a slum, but some clever 
people had bought it, had torn down the abandoned buildings, and had 
provided other, older buildings they owned to those people who still 
occupied some of the other buildings, thus collecting rents from them, while 
destroying what had previously been their homes. After every building for 
ten square blocks had been leveled, they built a huge project, a project for 
upper-middle-class to wealthy people. Sharon lived in one of the finer 
apartments. It wasn't a penthouse or a duplex, but it was spacious, with two 
bedrooms, a huge living room, a large dining room, an immense kitchen with a 
dining area, and a small room where Sharon kept all her medical books. The 
apartment rented for a mere seventeen-hundred a month. 

Slipping on her green shoulder bag, Sharon left the building and walked to 
the hospital. The heady atmosphere of antiseptic and humanity infused her 
with an even stronger sense of superiority. Here, even though she was an 
intern, she behaved as if she were a fully qualified physician. In her own 
mind she was certain she was already far superior to most practicing 
physicians. In reality, she was quite good, able to diagnose quickly and 
correctly, and also able to administer the proper dosage of the proper 
medicine. 

After checking in, she slipped a green gown over her dress, thereby enabling 
anyone seeing her to know she was a doctor. The little badge over her left 
side confirmed it. DR. SHARON SEELEY! 

She then proceeded to make her rounds, looking in on the various patients to 
whom she had been assigned. She worked in conjunction with three of the 
better doctors at the hospital. Each had specifically requested her when she 
had finished medical school, after having seen her record. Though she was 
supposedly responsible for all the patients in a given area, barring some 
kind of emergency, she had to give priority to the patients of these 
doctors. Their reason for selecting her was purely medical. She was more 
than good at her job, she was exceptional. What this meant was, their 
patients would be in good hands when they weren't around. 

She had just about completed her rounds with all the known patients when she 
realized there was a new patient in one of the private rooms. The patient's 
name hadn't been posted in the plastic slot outside the door, but the 
doctor's name was there. Dr. F. Barnes. Doctor Barnes was one of the three 
doctors to whom she had been assigned. She therefore assumed it was her duty 
to check this patient, as well. 

When she walked into the room, she was unable to see the patient at first, 
because his bed was surrounded by four different women. They were all young, 
curvacious, and facilly lovely. 

"Okay," she said to the women. "Everyone out for a few minutes." 

The females all turned and looked at her, saw the no-nonsense look in her 
eyes, and decided it might be wise to obey. They sullenly trudged out, 
Sharon smug in her observation that when she gave an order, she was obeyed. 

With the women gone, Sharon turned to look at the patient. For a moment she 
was stunned. It was Lamont Dennison, but he looked different. He looked 
younger in spite of the fact that he had to be three years older than when 
she saw him last. As it was, he was fifteen years older, than she, which 
made him thirty five. But the last time, he had been a haggard-looking man 
with a dream of someday writing the great American novel. Now, in spite of 
the fact that he was a patient in the hospital, there was no haggard look 
about him. 

"Lamont?" she said, approaching him as he lay in the bed, noting his black 
hair was not merely cut now, but carefully styled. He had deep olive skin, 
more tanned than her own, and his brown eyes were a rich chocolate color. 
His nose was short with a slight outward curve to it that might have 
detracted from his good looks, but added to his masculine aura, something of 
which she had never been aware, before. He was thinner than when she had 
last seen him, even though the bedcovers hid most of him. 

"Sharon," he smiled. "Well, who'd ever think I'd be seeing you here, of all 
places." 

"I work here," she told him. "My internship will be up shortly, and I'll be 
a full-fledged doctor." 

"I'll bet you'll be a damned good one, too," he nodded. "I remember how 
determined you were, the last time I spoke to you." 

The last time he spoke to her. That seemed like a million years ago, though 
it was only three years. 

Memory came vividly flooding back to her. 

They had both lived in the same neighborhood, a wealthy neighborhood on the 
other side of the parkway from the hospital. The parkway separated the 
so-called well-to-do section of town from the poor section, though the 
company that had built Sharon's apartment house was already changing that, 
expanding the well-to-do section while moving the poor people to an entirely 
different area in another, nearby town some ten miles away. The neighborhood 
from which Sharon had come had been one made up of private homes and not 
apartment houses. 

Lamont Dennison had lived across the street from her, with his own family. 
Everyone in the area referred to him as the lazy dreamer, the ne'er-do-well 
who would never amount to anything on his own. Though he seemed serious 
enough about his writing, he was also serious when it came to dating women. 
He went out with lots of them, and it was rumored that he'd "had his way" 
with quite a few. 

Why Sharon had consented to go out with him the first time, she never did 
know. But she did understand that he showed her a good time, and more 
important, he had made no demands of her when he had taken her home. She had 
been seventeen at the time, in med school, with a heavy schedule, and in 
dire need of something to take her mind off her studies some small part of 
the time. Lamont had provided that diversion. He had taken her to the finest 
nightclubs, cabarets, shows, movies, and local festivals. Once in a while, 
especially when she reached eighteen, he had kissed her. In the beginning 
they had been brotherly pecks, but as time progressed, she sensed the 
passion in his kisses, and then one night, after a really enjoyable date, he 
had surprised her by saying, "Sharon, I've never felt about any woman the 
way I feel about you. I'd like to marry you and take care of you." 

She had laughed in his face, taunting him about his not being able to take 
care of himself, much less her. Besides, being married would hamper her 
medical studies. The last thing she needed was a husband incapable of 
earning a living. It would weigh on her mind. So she had refused him, but 
had done so with something akin to viciousness. 

Seeing him, here, now, in spite of the fact that he looked better than ever, 
made her control an inner impulse to make fun of him again. 

"I see Doctor Barnes is your attending physician," she smiled. "As I recall, 
he wasn't your family physician." 

"No," he replied. "My parents still have faith in the old family retainer. 
As for-me, I find I like Doctor Barnes." 

"But he's expensive," Sharon insisted, irritated that he was probably still 
sponging on his parents and making them pay for everything. 

"I can afford it," Lamont replied. 

"You mean your parents can afford it," she nastily snapped. 

"My parents moved to California," he told her. "The big house across the 
street from where your folks live now belongs exclusively to me. I bought 
the house from my folks. I paid a hundred-and-twenty thousand for it." 

"I assume you must have gotten a thirty year mortgage for a hefty amount," 
she insisted. "Still, even the down payment must have cost a pretty penny." 

"I bought it outright," he told her. "I don't like mortgages." 

"Oh, come on, now," Sharon snapped. "Where did you get that kind of money? 
You always had to depend on your parents for everything." 

"I discovered something interesting," he told her. "There are six 
non-fiction books published to every novel. So instead of continuing to try 
and write the great American novel, I devoted myself to studying history, 
and as a result, after having delved into multitudes of different data, I've 
been writing long, but comprehensible histories of various nations, 
histories with accurate portrayals no one else has been able to do. As a 
result, my works have become bestsellers. Every book of mine has sold close 
to a million copies in hardcover, and three times as many in paperback." 

"Well then," Sharon gasped. "You must have amassed quite a fortune." 

"The book-writing alone has brought in more than seven million dollars, 
after taxes. But I've been a bit more fortunate with my investments than 
your father was with his." 

"Well, just how much are you worth?" Sharon wondered, suddenly seeing a 
light at the end of her own dark tunnel. Here was an opportunity for the 
marriage she had been seeking, assuming this man was still in love with her. 
Having studied psychology while in medical school, Sharon understood that a 
person truly in love usually continued feeling love for another person, even 
if the object of this love initially rejected him. 

"Now you're asking personal questions," he insisted. "However, let me assure 
you, I have enough money banked so that if all my investments were to 
suddenly go down the toilet, I'd still be extremely wealthy for the rest of 
my life. 

"Well just what are you in the hospital for?" Sharon asked. 

"Minor surgery," he replied. "I'm about to have three painful boils removed 
from my backside. The doctor said he would be able to do it in his office, 
if I wished, but he preferred my coming into the hospital. This way, I'll 
also get a complete checkup." 

"According to your chart," Sharon said picking up the chart at the end of 
the bed, "you're scheduled for early tomorrow morning." 

"Right," he nodded. "And if all goes well, by Tuesday morning I'll be going 
home." 

"Would it bother you to have me look in on you from time to time?" she 
asked. 

"Whenever visiting hours are over," he told her, reminding her of the ladies 
waiting for him in the hallway. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was obvious Lamont Dennison still had a thing for her. Sharon intended 
capitalizing on it. All she wanted was marriage. If he chose to use her 
body, she'd put up with it. If he chose to fool around with other women 
after, she'd let him. But she wanted marriage because she was so used to 
living the good life, she had no intention of giving it up. In fact, the 
idea of living in poverty was so horrid, she might have contemplated suicide 
before allowing it to happen. 

In the next twenty-four hours, she looked in on him no less than eleven 
times, especially after his operation. She was solicitous in every way, 
careful to say nothing, yet letting him know by gesture she had supposedly 
developed an inordinate fondness for him. In actuality, she had always liked 
him to some extent. After all, she had gone out with him when she was 
seventeen, even though he had been thirty-two at the time. He definitely 
exuded a certain masculine charm. 

When he was released from the hospital on Tuesday, Sharon walked with him 
from the entrance to his car, a chauffeur-driven Cadillac limousine. Before 
getting in, he handed Sharon a card with his address on it, the address she 
had known so well since it was across the street from her parents old home, 
and he said, "Come visit me, sometime." 

"Why don't you visit me, instead?" she offered, writing her own address on 
the back of the card and handing it back to him. 

"Tonight?" he asked. 

"Ill be free from four-thirty on," she told him. 

"I'll be by at six," he assured her. 

He was prompt. At six on the dot, he came to her apartment dressed in an 
expensive five hundred dollar brown suit. She, in a white cocktail dress, 
was waiting for him. 

"Where would you like to go?" he asked. "Send the chauffeur away," she told 
him. "Let's stay here." 

"I didn't bring the chauffeur tonight," he smiled as she shut the door and 
led him into the spacious living room with the thick nylon velour carpeting, 
all turquoise. The window draperies matched, as did the patterns in the 
white wallpaper. Even the velvet-tufted furniture was turquoise. 

"Would you care for something to drink?" she asked, pointing to the bar in 
the corner. 

"I don't drink," he reminded her. "Actually, since we're going to stay here, 
let's dispense with amenities and get down to cases." 

"What are you talking about?" she asked. 

"You invited me here because you want to know if I'm still interested in 
you. Am I interested enough to want to marry you?" he smirked. "After all, I 
know all about your parents' difficulties." 

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't thought herself so obviously 
transparent. Aloud, she said, "I always did like you, Lamont." 

"I think you showed how much you liked me the last time we dated," he told 
her. "However, the past is past. To be brutally frank, I might, just might, 
be willing to marry you, Sharon. After all, from what your parents have told 
me, you're still an unplucked flower. However, I'll have to satisfy myself 
as to your being unplucked before I even consider the idea of marriage. 
"That is what you want - marriage!" 

"What are you trying to say?" Sharon asked. 

"This time it's you who'll have to take the risks," he told her. "You're 
used to living well. If you have someone else able to support you, you'd 
never have played up to me. I'm your last card. The last link to your 
security." 

"So?" she asked. 

"So tonight I'm going to fuck the lovely ass off you, Sharon," he told her, 
still smiling. 

"What you're saying is, if you find me a virgin, you'll marry me?" she 
asked, hopefully. 

"Not at all." he shrugged. "If I find you a virgin, I'll keep an open mind. 
But if you aren't a virgin, there's no hope whatsoever for you. As for 
marriage, well, that'll take some time." 

"No!" she insisted. "I can't do that. I won't sell myself like some whore, 
and then find out, after you've used me, that I'm not good enough to be your 
wife." She walked to the window and looked out. 

She would have said more had Lamont not come up behind her and turned her 
around, tugging her slender form against his muscular body. He looked into 
her eyes, and said, "I've been dreaming of this moment for a long, long 
time, Sharon. I'm going to fuck you silly, and your struggling will make it 
all the more worthwhile. What's more, when it's all over, much as you'll 
hate me, you won't say a word to anyone, because deep down, you'll know 
there's the vague possibility I might still marry you. But let me warn you 
right now, I'm a total hedonist. If I do marry you, don't think your body 
will belong to me, alone. I often play swapsies with other men." 

She tried struggling free, terrified of him, but he held her as tightly as 
an eagle would grip its prey. Sharon found her lips trapped by his in a 
fiery kiss, and it implied more than any kiss he had ever previously given 
her. His arms were a pair of still bands surrounding her, pressing her 
slender gentle form against the hardness of himself. She was so astonished, 
she wasn't quite sure what was really occurring. But there was no mistaking 
the rising demands of his kissing lips as his heated breath flowed between 
her parted lips. The expensive aroma of his masculine cologne made her 
nostrils dilate, and the solidly hot domination of his arms and hands as 
they circled her ribcage and reached down to squeeze her ample buttocks ... 
oh, God! She felt that unmistakable bulge - the swell of his throbbing penis 
beneath his pants pressing insistently against the flat softness of her 
trembling belly. His lips kissed her all the harder. 

Sharon wondered if this man really thought she was some naive little morsel 
who, having rejected him years ago, and now suddenly in need of him, would 
suddenly succumb willingly to him. She all but snorted as she shoved hard 
against his chest, hitting him with doubled fists as she struggled to get 
away from him. 

Lamont held the far-from-fragile bundle that was Sharon very easily, 
exerting almost no strength whatsoever. She was not at all tall, no more 
than five-feet-two in height, and even though she was wearing heels at the 
moment, she seemed tiny. The lovely blonde was totally defenseless against 
his superior strength. Her bones were barely cushioned by the softness of 
her own tanned flesh. Her fully swollen, luscious breasts were solidly 
mashed against Lamont's chest, making him aware of the buttons on his vest 
pressing into her. 

She was, the one woman he had really fallen for, at one time. He wouldn't 
give her the satisfaction of knowing he still loved her. She was a 
snot-nosed bitch who needed to be taught a lesson. She wasn't the only woman 
who had refused to sleep with him, though in her case he had proposed 
marriage rather than an outright affair. But the other women had meant 
nothing to him. She had meant everything, and she had hurt him. Now he was 
going to exact a full measure of revenge. As for marriage, well, maybe he'd 
fuck her right out of his system and wouldn't want to marry her. But by God, 
this time he wasn't going to let her get away. She would struggle, she would 
fight - he knew that, expected it. But he'd tame her and then decide whether 
or not he still wanted her. 

Brutally he forced his tongue into the softness of her delicate mouth. It 
pushed past her even white teeth as he held her fragrant body that much 
closer. One hand still squeezed a buttock. 

Sharon went wild with a mingling of fear and rage. She screeched and 
screamed, clawing and struggling, knowing no one would hear them since all 
these apartments were made energy efficient, and therefore soundproof. She 
did her best to bite and scratch, but Lamont ignored her, concentrating 
instead of the soft feel of her sweetly delicate body. His mind was already 
envisioning what she would look like without clothing. Sharon was almost 
insane in her wild struggles, and the man loved that. Sharon had been his 
one real challenge, the only woman he had ever cared about. Taming this 
particular shrew was something he had dreamed about for the past three 
years, never really believing he would have the opportunity of doing so. 
Fucking her would convince him once and for all that he was every bit the 
man he imagined himself. 

Sharon continued wriggling and squirming, using all her strength as she 
panted, feeling the air coming from her nostrils to be raw flame. She 
noticed her beating fists and clawing fingernails did nothing to deter the 
man. He was a monster who continued hugging and kissing her, his tongue 
moving through her helpless mouthr exploring every little crevice and 
depression, and all the while his strong hand continued squeezing her 
behind. What bothered Sharon most of all was the pressure of that damned ... 
thing ... that penis of his as it continued pressing into the softness of 
her belly. 

Taking a deep breath she called on every last ounce of strength to finally 
wrench her mouth from his. 

"Stop it!" she gasped. "Stop it this instant! You can't ... I won't allow 
you to...." 

But the man's hand was straining behind her head, once more forcing her 
struggling mouth against his own. She was aware of his powerful fingers 
weaving their way through her long, honey-colored hair, holding her in place 
as she did her best to try twisting her head one way, then another. 

Lamont knew Sharon had to be a virgin. Her struggles at the moment were as 
much to protect her maidenhood as they were to prevent him from raping her 
for his own convenience. Had she not been a virgin, she would have allowed 
him to do anything with the hope that she'd be able to seduce him. Seduction 
was woman's greatest weapon, perhaps the one thing he wouldn't have been 
able to resist. But Sharon's refusal to employ it convinced him of her 
virginity. Hell! If she weren't properly fucked, and very soon, she would 
end up being a prune-faced old maid. Right now, she had to learn that in the 
relationship between them, he was the boss. He'd let go of her, but only 
when it pie him to do so. 

Meanwhile, his tongue continued mercilessly fucking into her mouth as he 
pressed a knee between her soft thighs. It rubbed against the lower part of 
her dress, pushing into the pubic arch of her body underneath. God! She felt 
good! 

Sharon, who had never pleaded with anyone before in her life, was making 
whining noises now, the little pleading sounds coming from her throat as she 
strained in his clamping arms. She writhed continually, as if to let him 
know how much she hated being dominated ... especially by him. 

Lamont wrapped one long arm around her body, pinning both her arms to her 
sides as he shoved his knee even higher, pressing his thigh that much harder 
against the sparsely haired softness of her pubis. With his other hand, he 
proceeded to almost savagely squeeze and maul the fullness of her bountiful 
breasts. 

Sharon found herself quaking with pure rage and frustration. The feeling 
mingled with raw fear that continually surged through her helpless body. The 
man was a total animal, and he was physically overpowering her, as if 
determined to make "her panic. 

Horror nibbled away at her intestines. There seemed to be no escape from 
this man and the horrible fate he was proposing. Her legs were pinned, 
trying to squeeze against the thigh he had forced between both of hers. His 
knee was pressing firmly into her delicate crotch, causing all kinds of 
unwanted, tingling sensations, sensations of which she was previously 
totally unaware. 

The feel of Sharon's swollenly heaving breasts, fluttering against his 
caressing hand, caused the blood to rampage all the more surely through his 
body, making his erection a stanchion of steel. His cock was so hard, it was 
pushing against his shorts while painfully mashed against he softness of her 
flat belly. Hefting the arousing weight of her full breast in his palm, 
Lamont marveled at the perfection of its roundness and global 
curvaceousness. Yes, this was all Sharon, no padding, nothing phony about 
her. All he felt was the actual weightiness of two firmly soft feminine 
boulders with spiky nipples already pushing against the fabric of her 
brassiere and white dress. To him, they were melons fully ripened in the 
sunlight, swelling to a succulence beyond belief. No doubt about it, these 
breasts were definitely ready for harvesting, and soon he would have them 
popped into his mouth in order to soothe the craving within him. 

The anxiously hot masculine hand continually caressing, holding, and 
actually weighing her full breasts caused an unwanted excitation, like a 
drift of sunlight shining through darkly gathering thunderheads, to sift 
through Sharon's unwilling body. Dear Lord! How had all this happened so 
suddenly? How had she fallen into this trap the man had set? She'd really 
had no warning whatsoever before he had pounced on her like some demon from 
the nether regions. 

For the first time in her life Sharon actually wondered if demons really 
existed. But a moment later she rejected that thought. She was much too 
pragmatic to believe in devils. Besides, she had to admit the feelings 
working their way through her quivering body were anything but painful. 
Anguished though her mind felt, her body was feeling good, enjoying what was 
happening, and unwittingly she lessened her struggle a little. 

Sensing the change in Sharon's attitude, feeling her basic inner mood alter, 
as if she were relenting a little, in addition to feeling her physical 
struggles lessen as she stopped straining so much, Lamont slowly un-sutured 
his mouth from hers. He kissed her cheek, then the side of her neck, then 
the soft part of her throat. He went as low as the neckline of the cocktail 
dress would permit. Then he wormed a hand inside said neckline to feel her 
smooth and silky tan skin. His fingers leaped across one softly rounded 
shoulder inside the tight-fitting dress. Then a fingertip poked down inside 
the edge of her half-brassiere, feeling the upper part of her rounded right 
breast. All the while his mouth was softy, carefully, tantalizingly nibbling 
at her lovely throat, kissing her earlobe, tantalizing her jaw. 

"The trouble is, you're still absolutely, flawlessly beautiful, Sharon,'' he 
whispered. "Yes, outwardly you're flesh and blood, but inwardly you're still 
a marble statue - though a beautiful one. 

"Oh, God!" Sharon gasped. "No, don't do it, I don't want you to touch me 
there ... please ... no ... no----" she pleaded, feeding his fingers finally 
reach their pliant goal - her extended nipples which hardened instantly to 
erect attention. A thrilling jolt of sizzling static tingled through her 
quivering body, richocheting from one nerve-ending to another, until every 
sensitive point in her physical self tingled as if touched with a series of 
sparklers. 

He was pinching her sensitive nerve-bud, making her nipple lengthen even 
more, causing it to swell into a shuddering, desire-stiffened hardness. It 
was a pellet of sensual delight. Between her columnar loins, Sharon sensed 
equally traitorous sensations starting to make even deeper inroads into her. 
She felt a funny feeling inside, as if drawstrings had been attached to her 
vagina from within, and now some invisible hand was pulling on those 
strings. 

Sharon wondered how she had been so blind. Just how stupid a woman was she? 
Here she had deliberately hurt a man who had once professed to love her, and 
now that he was wealthy, and she was the one who was poor, she had made 
overtures, thinking he would be fool enough to still want her as a wife. She 
was a complete idiot! 

Lamont brought both hands around to reach inside her dress and brassiere, 
intent on fondling both mammaries at once. He discovered that under the 
dress, the half-bra she was wearing had a front catch. His anxious lips 
pulled on her ear lobe before his tongue suddenly leaped out, a soft, pliant 
penis trying hard to fuck her ear. That was when Sharon forced herself, 
despite continually responsive feelings enlarging in her body, to push 
against him, He fell back and stumbled over a chair, and she turned and ran 
for the door. 

"Go on!" he called to her. "Go on and see how far you'll get with anyone 
else. You need me, Sharon, just as I have a need to conquer your body. You 
take one step out that door, and I'll be out of here before anyone sees me. 
No one will believe you when you try accusing me, and the worst part of it 
is, you'll be trapped. You'll have no money, no means of continuing to live 
as you've been living all your life - in luxury." 

Sharon froze. What he said was true. He was her last and only hope. But she 
hated being mauled, hated his touch, hated the sneer of triumph written all 
over his face. Rage made her yell out at him, "I'm not one of those bimbos 
you have visiting you at the hospital, Mr. Dennisson. Yes, I was nasty when 
I was younger, I admit it. Well, maybe I was nasty because I was falling for 
you, and the only way to break the crazy spell you had over me was to make 
you dislike me so much at the time that you wouldn't bother dating me again. 
Yes, I admit I'm poor, but when I saw you, it wasn't simple poverty that 
made me make a play for you. Seeing you rekindled the. desire in me, and I 
hoped you might feel the same way about me, and maybe want to marry me." 
This last was a blatant lie, but it would create an element of doubt in 
Lamont's mind, even if he didn't want to believe it. 

"Sharon," Lamont said, his hands still kneading her nipples, "why don't you 
face facts? Ever since you decided to try and con me into marrying you, we 
both knew this would be inevitable. You were hoping to get a ring first. But 
I'm a firm believer in getting a lot of samples before buying the stock." 

"Why does sex have to be inevitable?" she asked. 

"Just because you're a rake, a profligate and wanton son-of-a-bitch who has 
to try and crawl into the panties of every woman he knows does not make 
cohabitation between us inevitable." 

"Bullshit!" he snapped. "You want what my money can provide, and I want your 
cunt. It's as simple as that. But you want it on a permanent basis. Well, 
honey, if you can't fuck worth a damn, why the hell should I tie up the rest 
of my life with you?" 

"Please...." Sharon whimpered, begging for the first time in her life, 
hating him for being so forthright about the truth. "I always thought you 
respected me." 

"I respected you when you refused to marry me because you felt I would be a 
drag on your career as a doctor. But I'll be damned if I can respect anyone 
willing to sacrifice her entire life, marrying a man she claims she 
despises, merely to continue living in the lap of luxury. Why should my 
money make a difference? You despised me when you thought me poor. Obviously 
you must still despise me in spite of your verbal protests to the contrary." 

"So you want to fuck me in order to build up the male ego you feel I once 
deflated," she snapped. "Well, I'm sorry, Lamont, but I can't do things that 
way. Whatever my reasons for approaching you, the fact is, if I didn't 
inwardly feel something for you, I'd never have come near you. Let's forget 
the whole thing." 

'The hell I will," Lamont reiterated. "I got this far with you, and baby, 
I'm going all the way. If, after I've given you a good, solid fucking, you 
still want to end it all, fine! If not, then we'll come to some kind of 
arrangement whereby you won't have to reveal your own poverty to anyone else 
- at least for as long as I'm entertained by your presence." 

"No!" she shouted. 

"Yes," he insisted. "There's an old saying about God granting us the power 
to change what we can, which I've done by becoming wealthy, to accept what 
can't be changed, and that concerns my intention to fuck you, and finally to 
be able to recognize the difference. That's meant for you, you see. 
Recognize that though you're no longer the sweet little rich girl, it can be 
changed to make you look that way once my fucking you has become a 
fait-accompli." 

His hands gripped her slender tan arms tightly, his fingers all but biting 
into her helpless flesh. She stared into his face as he stood there, 
towering over her, seeing his features contorted with desire. Though his 
fucking her would indeed be a revenge of sorts, his desire for her had 
definitely not lessened over the years. 

The anger and fright scrawled over Sharon's lovely face made her look more 
lovely than ever to the tall dark-haired man. Her large almond eyes were 
wet, and tears had stained her lovely cheeks. Her dress-front had lost a 
button, creating the V effect, revealing the top of her cleft between her 
breasts. Even more arousing was the sight of the tops of her lovely breasts 
as they swelled upward. Looking at them made the galvanized steel of his 
stiffened phallus twitch that much more convulsively in his pants. 

"Now you hear this, Sharon Seeley," he said, twisting her arms behind her 
back, then gripping her two wrists with one hand while running his other 
hand through the stream of her blonde hair, thereby making her lift her face 
to his. "The time has come for you to be properly fucked, yes, fucked! 
That's the word! It says it all! I think you should know what it's like to 
have a complete orgasm, and then, when it's all over, if you feel you can 
still discipline your body, I'll walk away, but I'll pay for your services 
by at least giving you another month's rent on this place." 

Sharon stared at the man with disbelief written all over her face. Her eyes 
were round with terror. She realized he was going to do just what he'd said 
he'd do. She was his captive, his to do with as he pleased. Her body felt 
bruised, her pride humiliated. The agony pulling at her shoulders because of 
the way he held her wrists behind her, and the pain in the roots of her hair 
as his fingers brushed their way through again and again was all too real. A 
great tide of shuddering sobs rose in pounding surf-like waves from the 
depths of her chest, making her cry out loud. 

Whether she liked it or not, she was about to learn what sex was all about. 
When it was over, he promised he would leave and not bother her again - if 
that was what she wanted. He had promised her money so she'd be able to pay 
the rent on her apartment for another month. In that time she might be able 
to work something out elsewhere. 

"I'm going to let go of you, Sharon," he said to her. "When I do, I want you 
to undress. Don't look so horrified. What we're about to do is done all the 
time between men and women. Besides, it'll be better for that lovely dress 
if you remove it than if I rip it off." 

Lamont let go of her, and Sharon stumbled away from him toward the bar. She 
stopped herself by gripping the back of a nearby chair, clinging tightly to 
it, fighting for control of herself. Lord! She felt a little easier. Now 
she'd be able to catch her breath and figure a way out of all this. 

Lamont looked at her as if he were a king staring at a slave. At long last 
he was bending Sharon to his will. She was the only woman to reject him who 
had affected him emotionally. Now he was about to find out if his feelings 
for her were merely lust, or love. Yes, love in spite of the nasty way she 
had always behaved toward him. 

Removing his own suit coat and vest, he said, "Off with your clothes!" 

Sharon's hands slowly moved up to her neckline, then down to the different 
buttons in front. Her fingers shook as she found herself struggling with the 
buttons. The thought that this man was going to rape her as casually as he 
would eat a meal had her on edge. 

As she stared, she saw Lamont remove all his own clothing and toss 
everything on a nearby chair. Then he walked over to another chair, one with 
a firmer cushion, and he sat in it. It had gross-point fabric so his flesh 
wouldn't stick to it. He glanced down at his upstanding cock, watching it 
jut up straighter, harder, and more bloated than ever before. With one hand 
he gripped it while watching the show Sharon was putting on, awkwardly 
attempting to pull her dress off. The staff was jerking wildly, a thing 
alive unto itself as if in no way connected to him. 

Sharon was reluctant to pull the white dress over her head, but did so, 
freeing one arm at a time. When she got it off her head, she turned to see 
her captor sitting nakedly in the chair. He looked like something Cellini 
might have cast in bronze. His chest had a curious lack of hair, and where 
she had once thought him to be flabby, she saw nothing but firmness. Hard 
chest muscles, strong arm muscles, a flat belly and a narrow waist. But what 
caught her breath was the sight of his belly being bisected by his mammoth 
cock. It stood up against his belly because of the way he was leaning back 
in the chair. 

Having worked as a doctor for some time now, Sharon had seen more than her 
share of penises, many in an erect state, but what she was looking at now 
was monstrous. It didn't belong to a human being. It was so unrealistic, 
Sharon was certain he was playing some kind of practical joke on her by 
displaying the organ so prominently. She was sure it was an artificial organ 
covering his real one. But as she stared, seeing the flesh move when his 
hand pumped it, she realized much to her dismay it was only too real. To 
think, he intended injecting that probing horror into the narrow tenderness 
of her aching vagina. Good Heavens! He had to be insane! 

Sharon continued staring at the way his hand kept on stroking the hard 
organ, his brown eyes hooded by half-closed eyelids as he watched her, 
intensely. She was some kind of helpless prey, one that had invited a 
predator into her lair, and now the predator was about to swallow her whole. 
There was no hope of escape. She was trapped. 

Sharon stood still for the moment, a statue in the act of undressing with 
her eyes widened by fear. But through her terror she managed to maintain her 
poise, looking lovelier than ever with her blonde hair partly over her 
shoulders, shoulders that were smooth swells of delight. This made the man 
staring at her want to see more of her body. She realized she was hopelessly 
lost, and the virginity on which she had prided herself for keeping these 
past twenty years was about to be ripped from her body and lost forever. 

Her large breasts swelled, tanned globes in the inadequate restraint of her 
small, white lacy half-brassiere. She realized that his seeing her in such 
intimate underwear let him know she was only too aware of how desirable a 
woman she was. 

Hell! Her skin was so smooth, so perfect, so delicious-looking from top to 
bottom. She had shucked her half-slip, and the tiny indentation of her navel 
in an otherwise perfectly flat belly looked like a dark star in an amber 
sky. Staring at her silken-fleshed legs, he realized she was wearing 
transparent pantyhose, and they made her legs-shine. 

"I want everything off," he told her. "Everything!" 

Lamont was in no hurry. He was enjoying himself too much, watching the 
apprehensive slowness with which she was removing her clothing. The 
loveliness of her was something to be savored and not hurriedly gulped like 
some wine. He smiled to himself, confident of his ability to make things 
good for her. All the women he had bedded had loved it. It amused him to 
think she was terrified of the agony she was about to endure. 

Sharon stood there, staring at the tip of his penis, thinking of it as a 
bright, purple doorknob. She was fascinated, unable to believe that anything 
like that, which might have looked proper on a horse, was attached to a man. 
Her body shuddered as she stared at the massive tan length of it. She found 
herself frightened, yet fascinated by it. She was certain her body would be 
wracked with pain if she tried to accept something so monstrous inside her. 
Good Heavens! What in the name of all that was holy - or unholy - was she 
thinking of? She was accepting the fact that she would permit that organ to 
penetrate her body. She ought to have been ashamed of herself. Now she was 
lowering herself to Lamont's level. Heck! Whatever was going to ultimately 
happen to her today was something she was unable to stop. If she ran for the 
phone, he would probably rip it out of the wall. All right, then. Let him do 
his worst and get it over with. 

That enormous organ with its unseeing, dripping eye held her attention for 
the moment. It looked like some kind of python that was casting a spell over 
her. It's sinister size and throbbing, obvious desire, thrusting up 
licentiously into the air like a cobra rising from the basket of his pelvis 
made her more frightened than ever. How was any man able to walk sporting 
something that monstrous? 

It'll be rape! she thought, wildly. Yes, of that much she was certain. No 
sane female would ever accept that monster between his legs into the 
simmering depths of her helpless body. Why there was no question but that 
certain membranes would be torn right out of her and her vaginal walls might 
be scarred. She would bleed like a stuck pig. God! For something with such a 
blunt nose, it looked too sharp to be trusted. There was no doubt that 
penetration by this spear would be extremely painful. 

Without being told, Sharon tugged down her pantyhose, and she was left 
standing in two wisps of white lace, both of which stood out clearly on her 
tan body. The brassiere was hinged in the middle in front, resembling a 
wide-open oyster shell that seemed barely able to contain her feminine 
monuments. The lower garment, the bikini panties, were only a strip of white 
lace barely covering the delicate flower of her vagina opening. 

Lamont felt his stomach tighten as his penis began violently twitching, 
jumping madly even though gripped by his hand. He was unable to remember 
seeing, at any time, a sight as wonderful, as arousing, as totally 
delectable as the almost-naked beauty of Sharon Seeley. Right now, his mind 
cleared itself of whatever future commitment that might develop between 
them. The only important thing was to fuck her. He was panting heavily, his 
heart speeding up its beating, and he knew if he didn't fuck her, his cock 
would shatter like brittle glass. 

Sharon, staring at him, knew it would be impossible to stave him off any 
longer. The idea of exposing her total nudity to this particular man 
frightened her, yet it thrilled her, for he was the one man in all the men 
she had known who had thought enough of her to ask her hand in marriage at 
one time. 

Trembling, she reached for the catch between the cups of her brassiere. The 
man sat very still at this point, his hand no longer stroking his human pole 
while he stared intently at what Sharon was doing. Her hand was trembling as 
her fingers touched the hinge between her breasts. She fumbled for an 
instant, and then the lacy white cups were peeled to the side to reveal the 
lush fullness of her swollen breasts - full, bouncing breasts, both firm, 
upstanding, showing no sign of sagging at all. They were two golden-fleshed 
firmaments tipped with bits of coral. Her nipples and areolae were far more 
pink than his mind would have envisioned, making her look more lovely than 
ever. What interested him most was the fact that as the brassiere came off, 
neither breasts dipped even a little. The lacy wisp dangled by its straps, 
and as Sharon's arms fell backward, the useless undergarment slid off her 
arms and fell to join the half-slip and pantyhose on the floor. 

Something strange was taking place in the depths of Sharon's quaking body. 
She realized she was feeling a perverted thrill of her own. In spite of her 
fear, she liked the way Lamont was staring at her. She was obviously as 
beautiful in his eyes as her mirror had often told her. The overpowering 
magnetism of the man was affecting her, taking control of her, calming her 
inner self down a little, easing the over-powering, straining terror, 
turning her fear to an anticipatory tingling. 

She felt a strange curiosity to discover all that would happen. She had seen 
medical movies of the human body, and she had seen drawings of penile 
penetration of the vagina. But none of it had aroused her nor had she been 
able to actually feel what would happen. 

Quivering with a hidden list, she felt his eyes on her breasts, and it was 
almost as if his staring had become two mouths, nuzzling, sucking and 
pulling on her tumescent nipples, causing them to swell even more, Yes, she 
felt his stare as surely as she had felt his hands, moments before. Dear 
God! What was happening inside her? Was it possible that she had kept 
herself away from men, burying herself in her work, too long? God! Did 
having no man of her own mean that finding this man who had once loved her 
set her off like a crazy woman, making her mentally unbalanced? 

In all her years, first living at home, then living in her apartment for the 
past two years alone, she had never had time to feel any pangs of regret. 
She had sincerely believed that she would be happier without experiencing 
the full range of human emotions. Emotions would only get in her way. 

Lamont's eyes were still wandering up and down her delightful body. He 
gluttonously ate in every lithe, sinuous curve, adoring her slenderness, 
reveling in her suppleness. She had that lovely natural tan that would never 
fade, making her look more healthy than any other woman he had ever known. 
Too bad she was such a bitch! Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fuck 
the bitchiness out of her. If that happened, well, maybe he wouldn't tire of 
her too quickly. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair in which he 
was sitting, his knuckles turning white with the effort as he continued 
staring at Sharon. 

The woman was standing there in a strip of white lace that barely covered 
her tantalizing pubis. Her slender fingers eased down her satin-fleshed 
sides and slipped inside the elastic band of her lace panties, then little 
by little she peeled them down, tugging them to her ankles where they lay 
with her pantyhose. The hairs on her pelvis were barely visible, creating 
the effect of bareness. Yes, that was the sacred pubic triangle that hid 
beneath it all the deep, dark secrets within its portals. He continued 
staring as Sharon kicked her panties from her feet. 

The shuddering and quaking within herself had stopped as Sharon accepted, 
almost with desire, the fact that she was about to have her vagina 
penetrated by a male penis. She was practical enough to accept it simply 
because there was nothing else to do. Certainly it didn't pay to lose her 
mind and go crackers over something like this. 

Lamont had blocked every way out for her. He had outmaneuvered her, taking 
advantage of the fact that she was suddenly the poor one, and she began to 
feel a grudging respect for the man even if she was unable to appreciate his 
methods. 

Somehow, now that all of her flesh was exposed, naked before his staring 
eyes, his mastery over her seemed to be dissipating to some degree. Being a 
cunning person, Sharon immediately felt a bit stronger and more certain of 
herself. This man was clearly dazzled by her body. As a result, some small 
amount of insolence returned as she walked up to the chair in which he was 
sitting, dressed only in her long honey-blonde hair. 

Once again, the man began taking in all of her, starting at her head, 
allowing his staring eyes to move lower by degrees as he carefully took 
inventory of her body, absorbing how incredibly delightful she was. He found 
it hard to believe that she had reached the age of twenty, keeping her virgo 
intacta. Not that he had expected her to surrender herself to just any man. 
But he was certain she would have found some wealthy-doctor to dominate and 
become his mistress. He hadn't allowed for the fierce independent spirit she 
possessed. No man had ever penetrated her, or felt the warmth of her vaginal 
walls surrounding his cock. She, in turn, had never known the pleasure of 
having a male pike thrust into her. What a waste! What an absolute waste! 

Well she would be wasted no more. He would see to that. God! She was so 
physically correct in every respect. Now that he'd had an opportunity to 
admire her physical attributes in their entirety, he realized she was more 
perfect than he had ever imagined. Too bad her character didn't match her 
body. She had all the right roundnesses where a woman ought to be round, 
slender in all the right places, and curvaceous where curves were to her 
best advantage. 

He sat there for a long, long time, his eyes staring up at hers as she stood 
close to him, his peripheral vision seeing the rest of her as she stood with 
one knee slightly bent, so her pouting, barely hair-sprinkled pelvis seemed 
to form a base for those slender, pillory legs, while acting as a support 
for the smoothly flat plane of her soft tan belly. The jutting hips curved 
deliciously into her narrow waist. Her ribcage and such smoothly rounded 
shoulders to support such large breasts. They looked so large, so luscious, 
so tasty, and as they lightly jiggled with her breathing, rising like two 
great suns over and over, beaming their points of light, he basked in the 
warmth he imagined to be coming from them. 

Sharon's lips were slightly parted. She never wore lipstick since her lips 
had a rich pinkness of their own that lipstick would have been unable to 
enhance. 

Sharon's returning confidence suddenly began to ebb as she looked into the 
man's hungry eyes, seeing the change in them. The taut, clammy clutch of 
fright reached into her diaphragm again. Her would-be lover was gazing at 
her as if she were the beneficiary of a large life insurance policy - a 
valuable commodity - and his anxiously greedy eyes were trying hard to 
assess how much value she would be to him. 

His swollenly upstanding erection appeared more menacing than ever. The 
lovely blonde woman trembled and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she 
raised her arms across her body to shelter her breasts. 

"Lamont . .. please. . .." she whimpered. "Everything you said about me is 
true ... but don't make things worse for me. I know now I've hurt you and 
I've done a lot of wrong things. Don't make me add to the list." 

"This will probably be the first right thing you've ever done in you life, 
at least with regard to the emotional feelings of another human being. Come 
over a little closer!" he insisted, the salaciousness in his voice tinged 
with lascivity. . 

Sharon sighed and opened her eyes very reluctantly, but afraid to look at 
the man, she stared down at the carpet at her feet, noting how her toes sank 
into the thick pile of the carpeting. 

"I've changed my mind," she finally said. "I want to forget about the whole 
thing. Even if you did offer me marriage. I can see now that matrimony 
between us would never really work. Do me a favor, let me take my clothes 
into the bedroom while you get dressed out here, then please leave." 

Though he had lacked self-confidence in his earlier years, ever since his 
books had started earning money, Lamont Dennison had developed his 
self-confidence to the point where no one would ever make him back down 
again. He had know all kinds of women in his thirty-five years, most of whom 
had been willing to share his bed, some few not so willing, but none so 
important that he cared one way of the other. But Sharon - she was a 
different story. Sharon had meant something right from the start. He had 
watched her grow up from a toddler to a pubescent little girl, to a ripening 
teenage. In fact, it was when she had started developing breasts, even when 
she'd still had baby fat on her that he'd come to realize he had feeling for 
the young girl. Because of her age, it would have been improper to let 
anyone know just what he was feeling, and he had kept it all hidden until 
she had reached her seventeenth birthday. Then and only then had he offered 
to take her out. 

Sharon had accepted an initial date with him because, in spite of his 
seemingly indolent behavior, he was a mature man. All her previous dates had 
been with boys in the eighteen to twenty-year-old range. Lamont Dennison was 
an adult man, and knowing she was capable of arousing the interest of such a 
man, especially since this man was rumored to date just about any glamour 
girl he wanted, made her feel so grown up. What frightened her most at that 
time was the fact that he was the only male she had ever dated who did make 
her heart beat a little faster. She had imagined that after one date, he 
would probably never want to bother with her again. When he had continued 
dating her without trying to make advances, she figured he would soon get 
tired of her. She had hoped so since she did have an inner feeling of warmth 
when she was with him. It was this feeling of wanting to be with him that 
had triggered her final outburst at him the day he had proposed marriage. 
That, plus the common sense factor that the man would never be able to 
support her and might expect her to support him. 

What made Lamont smile was the knowledge that in spite of her high-handed 
behavior and her snobbishness, and in spite of her fear of pain, she might 
very well be inwardly aching for this to happen. Not that he had any present 
illusions about her being in love with him. Nevertheless, as a doctor, she 
would be interested in experimenting, if only to learn what it was like. 

Slowly rising to his feet, he reached out, closed his fingers around her 
right arm, and slowly pulled her toward him, saying, "Whom do you think 
you're kidding, Sharon? You're dying to find out what it's like to be 
pronged. Maybe you hoped to find someone more romantic, or someone who would 
let you control your own defloration, but the simple fact is, your curiosity 
is burning inside you. It's much stronger than the fear you profess to feel 
for me." 

"You're crazy!" she gasped. 

"Am I?" he asked. "You allowed me to come up here tonight, thinking to 
convince me to ask you to marry me. You know what marriage would entail, but 
you were willing to 'endure it' in order to have that financial security 
you've wanted all your life. The funny thing is, poverty is the one thing 
that would have made a truly adult woman out of you. From what I've heard of 
your medical abilities, within two years of the time you set up your own 
medical practice, you would once again be wealthy, but more important, you 
would be independent. But the idea of living in squalor, even for a short 
period of time so terrified you, in me you saw an opportunity to regain the 
status wealth would give you." 

"How dare you talk to me that way," she snorted, her gaze burning into his. 

"Well I'm not going to give you the wedding or the license----yet. Maybe 
I'll never give them to you. 

Maybe you'll bore me. But the fact remains, before I leave here, I'm the one 
who's going to do the boring. I'm going to bore right into you. After it's 
all over, I'll give you the money to live here by yourself another month. 
Then it'll be up to you to decide whether or not you'll do as I say at all 
times. 

He had pressed his mouth to her ear so that the words burned into her aural 
canal. All the while his eyes stared at her honey-blonde hair, arousal more 
rampant in him than ever. 

Sharon felt the terrible iron bar, the length of fleshy, petrified manhood 
that was his throbbing cock. It pressed its length into her belly standing 
upright between them, and she was certain it was sharp-edged enough to slice 
right through her tender stomach. The words he had spoken were even more 
terrible because she knew he was going to make it all come true. He had 
changed, changed into such an extremely masculine man that she was limp 
before him. A horrible numbness was taking total control of her, starting at 
her toes and slowly working is way up to her brain, dulling it. 

Even as he spoke, she was aware of his hands sliding along her hips. He made 
her tingle as his fingers touched her flesh, kneading her as if she were 
malleable clay. His hands moved higher and higher until they once again 
cupped the fullness of her breasts. In terror she twisted her body so that 
her back was to him, but all she succeeded in doing was pressing her rounded 
buttocks against his upstanding penis. His two hands, in the meantime, 
continued filling themselves with her breasts. Like twin steel traps his 
fingers closed about the full mammaries, and Sharon trembled, doing her best 
to prevent herself from feeling or looking at anything. 

"You don't really know what you're feeling," he told her. "You can't tell if 
you hate me or love me. I'm the fool who's been so in love with you that I 
was willing to endure the biting words you've been throwing at me all 
evening. Well, the time has come to find out if I can lose that love. What 
I'm going to do is grant a small subconscious wish of yours." 

"Wh-what are you talking about?" she asked. 

"I'm talking about letting you control your own defloration," he smirked. 
"Let's face it, Sharon. We both know this is something you've hoped for. 
Even though I'm not offering the preacher and the license with it, I'm 
offering you this one chance to be, for a little while, the dominant 
partner. I'm going to put you in the driver's seat." 

Before Sharon had a chance to figure out what he was talking about, Lamont 
backed into his chair, flopping into it while pulling on her arm to make her 
whip around to face him. Knowing the time had come to fuck her, he was 
gasping, his breath coming out in heavily tortured weightiness. While 
keeping his grip firmly on her, he reached forward, put an arm around her 
waist, and pulled her forward. He made her spread her thighs so that each of 
her legs was now draped over the arm of the chair. Fortunately, the chair's 
arms were relatively low and not like the old-fashioned overstuffed chairs. 

Sharon realized only the pressure of her thighs on the chair's arms kept her 
vagina from touching the tip of the man's upstanding penis. 

"You can make it quick for yourself, or slow," he told her. "But either way 
it's going to happen. Your virginal membrane is a delicate piece of tissue, 
but it's also elastic. If you go slow, you'll stretch it a lot before you 
break it. That'll hurt all the more. If you sit down quickly, the pain will 
be over in almost no time. It's up to you, Sharon." 

Looking at him sitting there Sharon thought of him as a huge monster about 
to devour its meal for the evening as his eyes washed all over her torso. 
There seemed to be no escape. 

"I'll help," he insisted, gripping her waist and poising her so that the tip 
of his penis was aimed straight up at the narrow little hole at the bottom 
of her vaginal slit. 

Sharon felt more afraid than ever, but she didn't have the courage to 
resist. A gasp escaped from her lips as she felt the dome of his penis 
through her outer lips, then press against her inner lips, forcing them to 
widen. The smooth knob was perfectly in place, its very tip lodged against 
her vulval opening. 

"Now!" he told her, "just let yourself sit as fast as you can!" 

But Sharon remained posed, terrified, not wanting to feel the agony. She was 
shivering, and had his hands not been gripping her waist, she would have 
pulled away. 

"All right!" he said. T offered you the chance to do it. Now I'll have to do 
it.!" 

"NO!!!" she shrieked. 

"Yessssss...."he hissed, and his two hands reached up and gripped her 
shoulders. With what felt like a powerful thrust, he didn't merely lower her 
onto his upstanding pike, but literally hammered her viciously down. Her 
vaginal tunnel found itself strained wide, the membraneous walls suddenly 
stretching, something they had never been forced to do before. His cock 
spread her tightly tender narrowness as if her flesh was melting margarine. 
It rammed through the blockage that was her hymen with no difficulty at all, 
shattering it into a million little bits and pieces. 

Torment ripped though the center of Sharon's body. It was an agony she would 
have never been able to imagine, running from the center of her cunt 
straight through her body up to her brain. It seared through her, tearing at 
her very vitals, causing a rippling, excruciating torture. The pain was 
unbelievable! 

Sharon found herself shrieking out loud, as if someone had shoved a bayonet 
into her. It was a lancing horror, burning through her as never before, and 
she prayed to some nameless deity whom she didn't believe in that the end be 
quick and over with in a hurry. A wickedly corkscrewing drill was spinning 
through the inner parts of her trembling body, slicing away at the walls of 
her interior, pushing organs before it as it continued heedlessly entering 
the bloody vessel that had once been the most sacrosanct part of her body. 

Nothing, nothing in the entire spectrum of her knowledge concerning sex - 
and her knowledge was considerable, taking into account that she had never 
been a participant - had prepared her for the total torment she was 
presently experiencing. This man was a raging maniac, wreaking vengeance on 
her for something she had said years earlier, and what he was doing to her 
pained her far more than her words had hurt him. He was using her brutally, 
pitilessly, degradingly, and her inner body, totally unused to this kind of 
invasion, and certainly unprepared for a flagpole of such thickness and 
length, felt itself damaged beyond repair. This was sheer hell! The gigantic 
javelin continued skewering through her tender body, widening her narrow 
feminine pocket. 

Lamont was well aware of his heated pole seemingly slicing into the 
tenderness of her softy resisting flesh. He knew without the slightest doubt 
that Sharon's cunt had to be the tightest, narrowest, most wonderful furrow 
he had ever plumbed. The hardness of his broad cock jerked and shuddered 
with delight in the seething depths of her close, tan body, the spade-shaped 
head aching to push itself higher and bury itself that much more deeply - 
this, even though his entire shaft, right down to the balls, was covered 
with her tightly clamping feminine walls, walls that continued their 
delicious resistance. 

Jesus H Christ! This had to be the narrowest cunt in the entire world. He 
had taken the virginity of more than one other woman, and they had all been 
tight, but in no way compared to the sucking grip this cunt had on his cock. 
A deep gasp came from the depths of his chest as he gripped her legs and 
pulled them toward the rear of the chair, all but motioning for her to clamp 
her ankles around the back of the chair in order for his cock to burrow more 
deeply. Her rounded buttocks were on his upper thighs, and there was no way 
on earth for him to plummet any deeper. 

Sharon was groaning and gasping, incoherently making all kinds of moaning 
sounds, her small hands tightly clutching Lamont's shoulders as she 
strained, with her calves against the arms of the chair, to lift herself a 
little and ease the agony within her. Her full breasts were being mashed 
against the man's chest as he held her tightly around the waist now. One 
hand slid upward from behind and gripped her hair. He tugged her face 
backward, tilting it up toward his, and his mouth all but crushed hers. His 
long, hot, thick tongue fucked itself between her lips, plunging into the 
heated cavern of her mouth, echoing in her oral cave what his hard cock was 
doing embedded into the sunken depths of her clamping vaginal maw. 

Lamont had expected that with such pain, Sharon would probably bleed a lot. 
He was pleasantly surprised to find most of the liquid seeping from her 
narrow vaginal vestibule to be lubrication. There was the barest tinge of 
pink to let him know there had been the littlest bit of bleeding. 

Sharon squirmed and wriggled, aware that at the moment she was completely at 
this man's mercy. Her mind slowly began functioning again, and she realized 
precisely how deep this man was buried inside her quivering cunnus. In fact, 
she was impaled at both top and bottom, his enormously pulsing penis probing 
her helpless cuntal depths, and his tongue sinking into her oral depths. The 
pain she was feeling was a cover of total agony that completely blanketed 
her, clinging to her like Saran wrap. Every cell in her quivering body cried 
out for relief, but Sharon knew it was too late. There would be none of that 
for her. She was caught, trapped, pinned down like a helpless moth. Her 
entire self was totally at the mercy of this madman, but mercy was the only 
thing he didn't offer. 

Sharon realized she was panting, struggling to breathe, aching to pull air 
into her heavily laboring lungs as sobs continued bubbling up in powerfully 
wracking, stifled groans, stifled only because his mouth continued invading 
hers. The continuous tears she had never shed before this night kept 
creeping helplessly from beneath her fluttering eyelashes. She was feeling 
sorry for herself, knowing her position was hopeless. He had her where he 
wanted her, and he was going to keep her there until he was content with the 
conclusion. Her maidenhood was lost forever, and all the remained was for 
her to somehow or other find a way to live through this torturous agony. It 
was an inner pain that threatened to literally tear her in half, yet she had 
to survive it, though at the moment she had no idea how she was going to do 
it. 

His hands were all over her, two burning brands that seared her naturally 
tan flesh. In her mind's eye she saw the black and blue marks they had to be 
leaving wherever they touched her. 

Sharon continued outwardly whining and sniveling, sobbing anxiously around 
the length of slithery tongue that kept working in and out of her mouth. 
God! He had a long tongue. She felt he must be related to an aardvark as she 
felt the tip of it almost touch her throat. When would this hell-on-earth 
for her end. 

But for Lamont it was just the opposite. This was paradise, and he was in 
the middle of it. Everything felt wonderful, and what was more, the feelings 
were improving as his throbbing penis seemingly lurched ever higher into the 
clinging nirvana of her close-walled pussy. Her vagina seemed to hold itself 
around the hardness of his cock like a form-fitting condom. 

Lamont knew there was really no way he would have been able to make things 
easier for Sharon. Not that he really wanted to. She deserved this agony for 
making his life a hell. As far as he was concerned, she had led him on when 
they had dated. She had been the only girl he had respected, partly because 
of her youth, partly because of the strong feelings he'd had for her - still 
had for her. But cruel as his entry into her had been, it would have been 
far more agonizing had he let her inch her way down on his cock. The lustful 
pressure on her shoulders forcing her to drop quickly had been swift, 
agonizing, but neat. She was feeling overpowering pain, possible because 
she'd had more nerve endings in her membrane than most women, but he knew 
the greater the torment, the faster it ended, and the more sensuous the 
woman was, afterward. 

Poor Sharon! She had not only wanted to control her own life, but had wanted 
to control the life of the man she would one day marry. She had wanted to 
marry for money, thinking a good fucking was something she'd be able to take 
or leave, never thinking in terms of actually enjoying it, herself. As long 
as she got what she wanted, she was willing to give a little of herself, but 
as little as possible. Though more than willing to give of herself in the 
field of medicine, she had no wish to give of herself as a woman. 

Well, he had put her in the driver's seat - literally. She was still there. 
For this to reach a successful conclusion, she was the one who would have to 
do most of the "driving". Now that he had her here, it was time to see how 
she would react. 

Pulling his mouth from hers, he let his hands slide down and fill themselves 
with the globes of her ass. His palms applied pressure, lifting her just a 
little, letting her know precisely how she was supposed to move. Little by 
little he lifted her higher, and for a brief instant Sharon thought he was 
taking his shish-kebab skewer out of her. But he only raised her lovely 
buttocks high enough to expose the wetly glistening length of his solidly 
pulsating shaft. The enormous plum-purple head remained locked inside, 
clutched by the tugging narrowness of her vulva. He leaned back a little and 
stared down at the barely pink drops of lubricating fluid spotting his pubic 
hairs, as well as the oil-coated penile length as it hovered with only the 
very point buried inside her. Then he slowly, gently, carefully eased her 
tender body down, down, down over his cunt-lusting, upward stabbing 
white-hot probe until all of it was once again buried in the teeming depths 
of her delicious femaleness. He was very much aware of how bare her pubis 
felt when it rubbed against his black pelvic hairs, and he had to admit, the 
sensation was different from when the hairs of other women intermingled with 
his own. 

"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuughhhhh ... dear G-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd!" Sharon cried aloud, the 
gasp part of an intake of breath. 

It was the only sound Sharon made at the moment, but it aptly expressed the 
sensation of incredible feeling caused by the man's pulsating cock as it was 
once again slowly devoured by her vagina. Her cunt was the monster, hungrily 
gobbling up his entire penile length as he allowed her to slide all the way 
down again. 

Sharon felt a sudden hatred, but this time aimed at herself, and not the man 
brutalizing her. She hated herself because through the pain and the agony 
and the hurt she began feeling another sensation, one totally alien to her 
body until now. Her stingily tight, clamping vagina sucked up the entire 
length of his massively bulging penis, basting it with her hot inner sauces 
while her vagina muscles, like thousands of tiny little fingers, kneaded it, 
chewing on it, sucking it, pulling in every last little inch that was 
available. Once again she had taken the entire length into the hollowed, 
hallowed depths of her burning cunt. This caused a moan of ecstasy to rip 
from the man's throat. 

Sharon was aware of the man's powerful hands leaving her buttocks and his 
arms surrounding her back, pulling her tightly against him as his hungry 
mouth finally found her lovely breast. His lips closed tightly, hungrily 
over her right nipple, and he began nursing at it like a starving baby. The 
pulling sensation of his lips caused jagged streaks of static rapture to 
wildly race through her shuddering loins. The anxious woman felt her inner 
passage congest even more tightly in a pressuring convulsion around his 
mighty ramrod of phallic hardness as it buried itself again, ever so deeply 
within her tenderly ravished womanly flesh. The terrible poniard of pain 
still streaking through her was now striped with wide and wider streaks of 
this new feeling. Pleasure! What was more, the agony within her was 
continually lessening. His surrounding arms were hard and huge and 
demanding, and she felt her hot blood thudding through her temples as he 
clung to her, voraciously teasing her nipple with his tongue. Then he sucked 
the entire breast into his mouth, as if intent on masticating the entire 
mammary. He sucked so strongly, Sharon thought he might actually be trying 
to pull milk from within her. With each passing second, as the pain 
continued disappearing, so did her strength, and soon she was feeling limp. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, and her arms involuntarily wrapped 
themselves around the dark-haired man's wide, solid shoulders, her fingers 
interlacing themselves in his hair. 

Now she was the one pressing his face into the rounded mammaries of her 
chest, tugging his lips all the more solidly against the fullness of her 
tantalizing breast. His tongue was working madly, wildly encircling the 
pellet-like nipple, teasing it to full rigidity, whirling around the 
sensitive areola, bathing the breast repeatedly with his heated saliva. 

It was as if he had tapped some kind of heated wellspring, and in his mind 
imagined drops of honey seemed to come from the tensed and turgid tip, 
mingling with the droplets of perspiration forming there and falling into 
his ferociously hungry mouth. Apparently this brutish monster that called 
himself a man had somehow or other found a way to ease the terrible pain 
invading her helpless body, and now, because of the way he was sucking, each 
up-and-down movement of her crotch in his lap not only sent wild waves of 
shuddering sensation charging through her, but seemed to actually be healing 
the initial torment she had been feeling. 

Sharon was only too quickly becoming aware of the burning heat of passion 
working its way through her tenderly quivering body. It was hurriedly 
replacing the hotspots of pain she had previously felt. It was as if the 
tattered remnants of her body were being pulled together again, and she was 
once more being made whole. More than that, she was learning what it was 
like to be a woman. She felt a sense of fulfillment starting to grow in her 
that she had never known before. Her inner being was flooded with more and 
more of her own lubricious oils. Her ears picked up the sucking, seeping, 
oily sounds her vagina was making as it continued hugging and surrounding 
the solidly merciless shaft that continued rampaging its way straight up 
through her quaking self. 

She was being fucked! Yes, that was the word, and no other word was able to 
more adequately describe what she was feeling. She was being fucked, and 
fucking was good! 

Lamont finally opened his mouth and released the weighty fullness of her 
lovely breast. He used the flat of his tongue to lick wet paths of tingling 
delight across the deliriously golden terrain of her rosy tipped twin peaks. 
He blazed new trails with his adventurous tongue, leaving wide swaths of wet 
saliva as a trail until the tongue managed to cover all of both mammaries, 
making them both shine, and wiping out any evidence of any kind of salivary 
trail. Then, and only then did the man pull back briefly to view the 
quivering feminine monuments of flesh that shook at his very touch. 

He hugged her tightly to him, his teeth seeking, finding, and nibbling her 
left earlobe. Sighs and gasps of delight were now coming from within her, 
moans that had become mewls of desire which in turn were translated into 
pleas that she might feel more of his wonderful mouth as he became aware of 
the compressingly wet walls of her vagina squeeze his intruder that much 
more tightly as it began gripping and tugging it. Her tight pussy was 
milking the throbbingly enlarged length of his aching cock. Sharon's oily 
lubriciousness was oozing out of her, running down the length of Lamont's 
upthrust pole, continually making it easier for her to ride up and down its 
length as the man constantly humped his buttocks upward in counterpoint to 
her downward thrusts. More gasping sounds came from Sharon's panting lips, 
and she felt as if the cock moving through her cunt was an electric cattle 
prod, though rather than burning her, it was sizzling her with pure and 
utter thrills. 

Lamont had hoped she would be bad enough for him to fuck out of his system 
once and for all. But if this was the way she reacted after having been 
deflowered, he knew she was not only good, but far better than any of the 
countless other women he had known. God! Hers had to be the hottest pussy he 
had ever pounded. Despite her previous haughtiness and nasty disposition, 
and even though she had claimed she hated him, she was revealing to him 
precisely what she was feeling. Every inner quiver became apparent, making 
it plain to him that she was responding with an internal passion far greater 
than that belonging to any other woman he had ever known. 

Sharon's flesh was rippling and tingling as if it had been shot through and 
through with bolts of lightning. A charge of strong electrical impulses 
seemed to be playing in blue-flamed masses all over her tender body. What 
little pain that did remain was presently being rapidly transformed into 
that vague area where torment and delight were so totally intertwined, it 
was impossible to separate one from "the other, and their connubial joining 
was permanent, connubial in the fleshy sense if not in the legal sense. 

For the moment, Sharon had been tamed. She was numbly rejecting any little 
voices whispering to her how degrading all this was. At the moment she no 
longer cared that she was a victim, one who had been virtually raped, whose 
body was being put to use for the benefit of a particular man. After all, if 
he was using her, then he was also being used by her. If there were to be 
consequences of conscience, which was highly unlikely in her case, she had 
no intention of allowing herself to suffer right now. Nor was she worried 
about pregnancy. As a doctor, she had access to the "After-Pill," a newly 
developed contraceptive pill that a woman was able to take up to forty-eight 
hours following intercourse, and if there was any "foreign object" in her 
body, it would be flushed right out. 

This present moment was all the reality that mattered, and Sharon decided 
that if Dante's Inferno was correct, and she had to go through eternity 
genitally joined to this man, it would have been a pleasure, not an ordeal. 
She was sitting in this masculine seat of unrighteousness and loving it. Her 
body was in the arms of a man who had brutally raped her, and he continued 
piercing her womanhood with his masculine saber of sensuousness, lifting his 
hips and sinking the full length of it into her deeply aching and yearning 
depths. 

Her walls clung to the throbbing probe each time it penetrated her, 
smothering it in a muscular embrace. Powerful rasping groans were rising 
from the man's panting chest as it pressed against the lovely swells of 
Sharon's own chest. 

The beautiful blonde felt quivery thrills continuing to mount ever higher in 
the seething depths of her internal being, and she soon found she was rising 
and falling on the impaling cylinder all by herself, with no further urging 
from Lamont. His cheek was rubbing against hers, and she felt the smoothness 
of his clean shaven face. She gasped when his hands gripped her pounding 
buttocks and helped them slam all the more powerfully against his thighs, 
glorying in the delightful compound of pleasure-pain filling her trembling 
body. 

"Oh yes, Sharon, yes ... that's the way to do it, honey!" he panted heavily 
into her shell-shaped ear, an ear almost hidden by her flowing golden hair. 
"Keep sitting on me as hard as you can, Sharon. Slam that wonderful little 
ass of yours firmly against my thighs. Don't stop now, honey. We're almost 
at heaven's gate." 

Sharon leaned back and almost tumbled backward. But Lamont's hands moved 
from her buttocks and grabbed the full swells of her breasts, caressing the 
wonderful golden flesh and enjoying the quivering mammarial weight. The 
nipples, which had been a tea-rose pink before, now looked more like 
American Beauty extensions, and they all but cut into his palms. He tugged 
her close to him again, his hands still on the bowls of her breasts, his 
face nuzzling against the throbbing pulse on the right side of her throat. 
He pressed his lips against the heavily pounding artery, kissing it again 
and again, sending searing flashes of lust through the woman who had sworn 
she was incapable of feeling physical desire for any man. His huge testicles 
were swollen and pressed into his groin as his scrotum tightened. The two 
bloated stones within felt filled with lava. His flexing phallus rammed its 
head against the very backwall of her cunt - the last part of paradise. 
Though he would hoped for his fascination for this woman to come to an end, 
Lamont realized a whole new promised land of exciting desire was not opening 
up to him. 

Though she was enjoying the feelings rampaging through her more and more, 
Sharon began to think rationally again, and she felt hatred for this man and 
the horrible and agonizing way in which he had introduced her to sex. Even 
so, her body remained a traitor to her mind, joinging Lamont's cause. Her 
hot cunt contunued writhing and gliding and rubbing against and around the 
pulsing tower of masculine flesh embedded within her, making her skin 
tingle. The sensations continuing to mount within her were so new, so 
different, she was unable to believe everything she was feeling. Once, when 
in college, she had seen a romance book fall from one of the other girls' 
school books. She had wanted to give it back, but the girl had gotten on a 
bus by them time Sharon had picked it up. So Sharon had taken the book home 
with her and read it. She had scoffed when the book had attempted to 
verbally convey the essence of such feelings, but now her scoffing was not 
because of disbelief in what the book had said. Rather the book had 
understated the wonderful thrills, the marvelous passions, the delightful 
enjoyments all blistering through her at the same time. 

The flaring emanations now radiating from the man whose powerful body held 
her in his lap enclosed Sharon in their strong magnetic field. She realized 
that for the moment she was unable to fight them, and being a person imbued 
with common sense, she knew that smart thing would be to go along with them. 
His burning lips continued kissing their way up and down her pillarly 
throat, causing new passions to mount in the depths of her body. Just 
feeling his rampant penis flowing in and out of her tightness made her 
quiver with the need for more. He had promised her an orgasm, claiming it 
felt even better than this which she was presently feeling, but Sharon felt 
it was impossible for anything to feel better. The blossoming and flowering 
taking place within her was as if a new, unknown sun had awakened 
nerve-endings in what have previously been a hallow shell. 

For Sharon there was definitely no turning back. Having come this far, 
having experienced this rapture, this center of all sensation, this feeling 
of a marvelous power and inner lust that seemed to exist within her made her 
sit her masculine throne all the more securely. Without realizing it, Lamont 
had made her aware that she was queenly in yet another way. Though she had 
no idea that other women were less arousing than herself, she did know how 
strong an effect she had on this man, and eventually she would turn the 
tables, and she would be the one to dominate. It stood to reason that if she 
was unable to get enough of him, then he was unable to get enough of her. 
But rather than withhold her favors in the hope of getting something from 
him, she would continue offering it to him, making him believe he was 
forcing her all the time. Eventually he would believe her so captivated by 
him, he would once again fall madly in love with her. Then she would offer 
her charms to some other wealthy man and leave Lamont. Wealthy men were 
coming and going from the hospital all the time. Surely at least one of them 
would be single and feel Sharon was good enough to marry. 

Cupping her full breasts as if they were swollen chalices, Lamont drank the 
wonderful mead from their bright-red tips. It was perspiration, but to him 
it tasted like sweet honeyed nectar flowing heavily down his greedily gullet 
as his fingers continued molding the heated flesh that seemed to flare 
beneath his fingertips. Like powerful insect mandibles his gripping hands 
squeezed her silkenly rounded tan hips. It was as if his fingertips were 
actually able to feel the lunging of his cock in and out of her womanly 
canal as it continued burying itself in the flourishing depths of her 
pulsating pussy. His fingers solidly gripped the flesh-covered, almost bare 
pelvis that kissed his own pubis each time she solidly let her cunt all the 
way down in his lap. 

His mouth was still sucking on the one nipple, as if nourishment flowed to 
feed him while his cock continued pounding upward into the wonderful garden 
of wonderfully responding inner womanhood. She was so deliciously tight and 
hollow, so wetly wonderful. Fiery streaks of thrilling sensation burned from 
the minaret-shaped head of his pulsating organ as it continually slipped 
past the opening into her womb in order to batter at the innermost wall of 
her vagina. He rotated his anxiously heated hips as Sharon ground hers down 
against him, letting her cunt envelop the seemingly blundering, mindless, 
blunt-headed shaft. Lamont knew paradise awaited only a few strokes away, 
and he was reaching out to it. 

"Aaaaaaannhhhhhhh ... yesssssssss...." Sharon hissed, for the first time 
verbally letting him know she wanted him to do this. 

Lamont smiled to himself, reassured that what he had done was the right 
thing. He would not have done this with any other female, but Sharon had 
deserved the rough treatment, and she had gotten it. 

Sharon shuddered as his teeth ground their edges against her ultra-sensitive 
nipple, causing delightful sparks to fly every which way within her. Total 
bliss continued jetting through her quivering blood vessels, and she felt 
she had as many nerve endings as their were sand grains in the desert. 
Sharon was aware of the wonderful pinpointing of sensation in every one of 
her pores. Minor explosions were taking place inside her, and she knew she 
was having small orgasms. They did feel more wonderful than the mere 
thrusting of his penis into her, yet the more she felt, the more she wanted. 
Whatever she was feeling simply wasn't enough. A million shivering splinters 
of sensation coursed through her. 

Screams and moans spewed alternately from the lovely female doctor's mouth 
as she was aware of her internal self becoming even hotter than before. All 
the while she continued stroking herself up and down the length of his 
driving rod. The thrusting penis slammed into her intense depths with 
ever-more-powerful force. Sharon shook, and her lovely head flung itself way 
back, her throat looking as long as that of the Boticelli, Venis Rising From 
the Sea. Her long blonde hair played down her back. To Lamont, she looked 
even more beautiful in contortions of rapture as she twisted and wriggled in 
sensually thrilling and delighted ecstasy. 

Signals from deep inside both their bodies were urging them on, making 
Sharon bounce all the faster. Their minds were fused together for the 
moment, both concentrating on a single thing - the ultimate release from 
this pent-up torment charging through them. The intricate mechanisms in both 
of them were moving in full gear. Lamont felt his aching loins ache even 
more as his swollen balls were pressed all the more firmly into his crotch 
by his crushing scrotum. 

An infinitely small gate was opening somewhere inside the man. Soon, very 
soon the floodtide of desire would wash through him and carry him into 
eternity. 

He thrust his cock upward with a mighty heave, slamming it into the deepest 
part of her dark channel - an elastic channel that was anxiously sucking, 
desperately milking, tightly clasping walls of membrane that held him firmly 
within. 

All of a sudden he pushed forward and rose to his feet, his hands gripping 
Sharon's buttocks to keep her in place. She automatically twined her calves 
around his back. 

"Now!" he yelled at her. "I want you to come, now!" 

His voice sounded like a bellowing roar as he felt the jumping of his 
testicles, releasing the sperm which traveled into his prostate, and from 
there was washed up through the urtheral tube in the penis. The first real 
spurt came needling from the narrow eyelet in the tip of his pulsating 
penis. It splashed against her cervical opening because his cock was on the 
backstroke when it occurred. For Lamont, this was what he had been waiting 
for. 

"AAAAAU YYYYYA AAAAIIIIIGGG GGHRRR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHAAAA UUUWWW EEE-EEE 
HHHHHH YYYYYY AAAAAA GGGGGH HHHHUU UUUGGG HHHHH!" he bellowed. 

The needle spurts turned into torrential storms, and soon he was coming in 
drenching, splashing blasts as the entire world seemed to fall apart behind 
his eyes. For the moment he felt himself more powerful than any man in the 
world, and he was emptying his power into the wonderful tender, soft vessel. 
He had finally conquered Sharon Seeley, the only woman he had ever cared to 
conquer. The entire spectrum of life was his now, and he would go on 
forever. 

For Sharon there was that momentary little fraction in time when all 
laboring seemed to suddenly halt. It all came to a poignant stop as she felt 
the first squirt of his hot sperm splashing through her shuddering vagina. 
It coated her cervix and poured into her womb in heavy boiling droplets that 
seared her interior like tongues of lava. This heated sensation was 
precisely what she needed to ignite that final rocket stage in her own 
quivering body, lighting up her world in a blaze of flashing glory as the 
wonderfully strange, never-before-known sensation of the battering penis 
erupted in her belly filling her with his essence. 

She wanted to hate him, but as he fired into her, she realized now that part 
of him was inside her, she would eventually gain control over him. It was 
obvious from the glaze in his eyes, and the passion scrawled all over his 
face that this was an extremely strong climax. This caused her own internal 
self to start in motion, ' and for the moment her only thoughts were on 
attaining that ultimate peak, herself. Yes, yes... it was happening ... she 
was bursting and inwardly exploding, and somehow she felt her own eruption 
would match that of Lamont Dennison in every way. Together they went into 
nova, an exploding sun that would incinerate the planets around it. 

"AAA AAIIIIYYYYYY EEEEEA AAAAGG GGG- GHH HHH-AAAA HUUUUU NNNNNNG GGG-HHH 
HHHAAA AAAYYY YYIIII YYYEEE EEA-AAA GGGGGH HHHHH!" she yelled, screaming out 
her thrilled rapture to the entire world as her inner self sucked the 
flowing gush from his pulsating cock. Tides inundated shorelines, gale winds 
whipped the seas, trickling streams reversed themselves and flowed uphill, 
as flares exploded from the sun itself, and stars continually flashed. 
Sensation was gloriously on her as never before, and Sharon felt herself 
borne up into the heavens, floating all by herself, floating forever. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was over and she lay by herself, alone in her bed. There was so much to 
think about, but more important than the future was a re-living of the past. 

He had held her close all during their joint orgasms, and afterward had 
continued clinging to her as he sat back in the chair. She made a mental 
note to have the chair cushion scrubbed in the morning. All the while he had 
continued clinging to her, whispering sweet nothings to her, making her feel 
a warmth and security she had never dreamed possible. This then, was what 
being with another person was all about, especially if one felt something 
for that other person. 

Sharon wouldn't have admitted it to him for the world, but she was learning 
what it was like to fall in love. It seemed only fitting that she love the 
one man who had professed love to her. The only trouble was, he wasn't 
speaking words of love any longer. Obviously he mistrusted her, and she knew 
he had good reason. She would have to dispel that mistrust. It would take 
time. This she knew. He still regarded her with suspicion, certain all she 
was after was his money. But it was more than money for Sharon now, much 
more than money. For the first time she had been able to understand the kind 
of security her mother had felt with her father. It was the only kind of 
security even stronger than that which a child feels when with its parents. 

Almost an hour after they had come down from their orgasmic highs, Lamont 
had gone into the bathroom and washed himself. Then he had emerged and 
dressed. Taking out his wallet, he asked her how much rent she was paying on 
the apartment, and that had angered her. For a little while she had 
forgotten how much she would need next month's rent, due in a little over 
two weeks. Still, his offering her money made her feel cheap and degraded. 

"I don't want your money," she had told him. 'To be frank, I want you. I'll 
admit when I set out to chase after you, I was interested in you primarily 
for financial security. However, you've kind of changed my ideas. I want you 
Lamont, and I won't settle for less. Like the song says. 'With me it's all 
or nothing.' If you feel I'm not worth everything, then I'd just as soon 
have nothing." 

"What are you trying to say?" he asked. "Be blunt for a change, but try 
being honest, too." 

"All I'm saying is, you've taught me what it's like to feel secure just 
being with a person," she replied. "I won't lie and tell you money makes no 
difference. Money makes a lot of difference. It changed you from a somewhat 
unsure individual to a very sure person. If it makes a difference in you, 
there's no reason why my wanting it should make me worse. 

"That's honesty, so far," he nodded. 

"I'll go further," she replied. "If I had to live my life over again, I 
don't think I'd do anything differently. But I'll say this much. You've 
taught me what it feels like to have one's emotions stirred. I'm not just 
talking about sexual contact. I'm talking about inner emotions. Maybe if I 
had become involved with another man I might have felt the same stirrings, 
but I doubt it. I'm not going to blurt out that I love you." 

"If you did I'd walk out," he nodded. "I don't know if you're capable of 
loving anyone other than Sharon." 

"You have every right to believe as you do," she nodded. "But I'd like to 
prove to you that I am capable of loving. I'm capable of falling in love 
with you." 

"Well...." he said, exhaling. "That's a mighty powerful statement. Just how 
far are you willing to go to back it up?" 

"All the way," she responded. 

"I'll take you up on that." 

"How?" 

"When is you day off?" he asked. "Friday," she replied. 

"Fine, Friday we're going to move you out of here. You're coming back to the 
other side of the parkway and live in what is now my house with me." 

"But the hospital...." 

"You'll continue to work in the hospital, only it'll take you a little 
longer to get there from now on," he told her. "My chauffeur will bring you 
there every morning, and bring you back in the evening." 

"But if things don't work out, then what?" she asked. "I'll have no 
apartment, no security...." 

"From what your parents told me, you had exactly two weeks left in this 
apartment because you were unable to come up with the rent." he said to her. 
"I'll tack an extra two weeks onto any days I'll owe you if the two of us do 
separate. I'll find you another apartment and help you move in. I'll pay the 
rent, one day for everyday you spend with me, plus two weeks." 

"I see," she nodded. 

"But while you live with me, in order to prove just how much you think you 
might learn to love me, you'll do anything I say, no matter how degrading. 
Anything!" 

"All right," she nodded. "Anything!" 

"You see, Sharon, I not only have to be sure of you, but I have to be sure 
of myself. I have to be certain the feeling I have for you are really love," 
he insisted. 

"Yes, of course," she nodded. 

Deep down she was certain that the man still loved her. No one was capable 
of such an intense orgasm without feeling something emotional, as well. It 
only remained for her to tap that emotional wellspring and bring it 
gushering out. Perhaps she might discover that what she felt for him was 
love, too. If so, all well and good. If not, well aside from some other 
perversions he undoubtedly had in mind to test her, she was fairly certain 
she would be no worse off than she was at present. 

Lying in her bed, all alone after he had gone, she thought about it and 
decided she wasn't really certain about her feeling for Lamont, except for 
the fact that she did feel something. Was it love? Was it hate because of 
what he had made her do? 

Whatever it was, time alone would tell. Right now it was time for her to get 
some sleep. Her shift at the hospital always began at seven in the morning. 

Turning on her side, she sighed, remembering the feel of that monstrous 
penis in her vagina. It had hurt so much in the beginning, but the pleasure 
it had given her afterward had intensified a thousandfold. Imagine! She, 
Sahron Seeley, was about to become someone's mistress. Never in a million 
years would she have imagined it happening to her. Yet here it was, taking 
place. She wondered if a mistress did things that didn't pertain to sex. 
Shrugging to herself, she drifted off to sleep, certain she would eventually 
find out. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sharon's duties at the hospital kept her busy and often tired her out so 
that she didn't have much opportunity to think about Friday. But Friday 
finally did come, or to be more accurate, Thursday afternoon. 

When she emerged from the hospital at four-thirty, she saw the black 
chauffeured limousine waiting. The chauffeur was standing outside, and as 
she walked over, he said, "Mr Dennison took the liberty of having all your 
things transferred from your apartment to his home. He thought it would save 
you a great deal of bother." 

"That's very thoughtful of him," Sharon nodded, looking at the man who was 
in his sixties and who had obviously been a chauffeur all his life. 

"He also took the liberty of having the maid hang everything up in your 
bedroom," the chauffeur continued. 

So, it was plain he didn't expect her to share his bedroom. For the moment 
it was going to be one of those wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am relationships, 
though she had no doubt she would be the one summoned to his room rather 
than he walking into hers. 

She climbed into the limousine and she was driven back the way she knew so 
well, a way she had taken often when visiting her parents. She had called 
them the previous day, and she had learned they would be going down to 
Florida this same day, Thursday. So she had gone to their house the previous 
evening and had spent time with them, assuring them she would be able to 
manage on her own, and they ought not to worry. At nine, she had kissed them 
good-bye, wishing them a safe trip. Then she had driven back to her 
apartment in her old Chevy Nova. 

Now, as the limousine pulled up in front of Lamont Dennison's home, she saw 
the Nova parked out front. He had thought of everything. 

The house was a huge two-story dwelling with a turreted front to create a 
castle-like appearance. It was all red brick, and even the shingles on the 
roof were red. The large garage was big enough to hold four wide cars. At 
the moment, there was only one car other than the limousine in there. It was 
a Jaguar XKE sports car. 

Sharon climbed out of the limousine before it entered the garage and walked 
to the front door. A maid let her in. The chauffeur was the only male 
servant Lamont had working for him. He had a housekeeper who was in her 
early forties, a downstairs maid who doubled as a butler, and an upstairs 
maid. All were extremely good-looking, and Sharon didn't doubt for a minute 
that Lamont had laid every one of them. But it was also obvious from their 
respective demeanors that they all understood that a romp in bed with the 
big guy didn't mean their getting special privileges. Both maids and the 
housekeeper obviously knew their place. Both had obviously seen other women 
come and go in this house, and Sharon had no doubt they eventually expected 
to see her go, as well. Maybe they were right. She had no idea. 

The housekeeper ushered her upstairs and showed her to her room. It was 
right next to the master bedroom and shared a connecting bathroom. How 
convenient! Then she remembered Lamont telling her years earlier that as 
much as his parents loved one another, both were restless sleepers, and 
sounds in their bedroom had kept them awake constantly, sounds one would 
make that disturbed the other. So the second bedroom had been a necessity. 
In fact, Lamont's father had built this house purposely to have that second 
bedroom for his wife. It was no less opulent than the master bedroom. The 
carpeting was the same, the furniture decidedly more feminine in the one 
bedroom than in the other, and both rooms were of equal size. The bathroom 
between the two rooms was placed there for the convenience of the occupants 
of both rooms, to show each room, and thus each occupant, was to be no less 
highly regarded. How many other women had occupied this room since Lamont 
had bought the house from his parents? 

As if the housekeeper was reading her mind, the woman said, "Mr. Dennison 
apparently has a very high regard for you, Miss Seeley." 

"Ooh!" Sharon asked, raising her eyebrows. 

"You're the first person he's permitted to use this room since he became 
master of the house. All other women who came here were relegated to one of 
the guest rooms." 

T see," Sharon nodded. "Thank you, uh----" 

"Mrs. Banks," the housekeeper replied. "I'm at your service at any time. You 
have only to press the button on your nightstand." 

"I see," Sharon nodded. 

"The servants quarters are in the basement, on the other side of the house," 
Mrs. Banks told her, as if to say whatever went on between Lamont and 
herself would not be heard by the help. 

"Yes, well thank you again, Mrs. Banks," Sharon smiled. "What time is 
supper?" 

"Mr Dennison likes to eat at seven, if that's convenient," the housekeeper 
replied. 

"Oh, that's fine," Sharon nodded. "Is supper formal?" 

"No," the housekeeper smiled. "What you have on now...." referring to the 
pink knit suit Sharon was wearing, "... will be fine.". 

"Ill be prompt," Sharon assured the housekeeper as the latter left the room. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Dinner was the kind of sumptuous meal Sharon had occasionally enjoyed in a 
gourmet restaurant. She and Lamont were the only two eating, and the 
downstairs maid did all the serving. She probably also did the cooking, and 
she was quite good at it. 

It was nearly quarter-to-eight when they finished, and Lamont suggested they 
relax in his den for the next three quarters of an hour, letting the food 
settle in their stomachs. 

Sharon had taken a shower earlier, when the housekeeper had left her, and 
she had heard Lamont take one an hour later, unaware he was home until he 
had quietly shut her door leading to the bathroom. She still had on the pink 
knit, though she had donned fresh undies. Knowing what lay ahead, she didn't 
bother putting on any stockings. 

At eight-thirty, they went upstairs, and Sharon slipped into a pink shortie 
nightgown. Without waiting to be asked, she walked through the connecting 
bathroom to Lamont's room. He was standing near the window wearing pajama 
bottoms and nothing else. 

"Well, here I am," she shrugged. 

"Uh, huh!" he nodded. 

"Well, do I just lie down and spread my legs, or what?" she asked. 

"I suggested our living together for a reason," he told her. "You see, I 
want us to get to know each other and understand one another. There'll be 
times when all I'll want to do is talk with you." 

"But this isn't one of those times," Sharon said, not knowing why she should 
feel apprehensive. 

"No, this isn't one of those times," he agreed, motioning for her to sit on 
a small divan at the far end of the bedroom. 

She did so, tucking her legs under her. Her nightie was so short, he was 
able to see her panty-covered crotch. It was obvious from the way his eyes 
were staring that he enjoyed the sight of her unfettered breasts bobbing 
with her breathing, making her nightie move up and down. 

"It's obvious," he said to her, "from our previous encounter, that it was 
your first sexual experience." 

"I won't deny it," she admitted. "I'm no sophisticate who wants to appear 
she knows more than she does." 

"Good!" he nodded. Remember our agreement?" 

"Of course," she told him. 

"Anything, anything at all, right?" 

"Y-yes," she nodded apprehensively. 

"As a doctor, you're familiar with just about everything that can be done 
sexually, even if you've never participated yourself," he continued, talking 
almost to himself. 

"That's true," she told him, wondering just what perversion he might have in 
mind. 

"Are you familiar with cunnilingus?" he asked. 

"I know what it's all about, though I've never let any man do it to me," she 
replied. 

"Or any woman?" 

"Lamont!" she gasped. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," he told her. "It's just that some women 
indulge in oral genital sex to preserve their virginity for their husbands." 

"I haven't indulged in anything like that," she insisted "Well tonight, you 
will," he told her. 

"You mean you want to... I mean... perform cunnilingus. ..." 

"Another time," he told her. "I merely used cunnilingus as an example. 
There's one other kind of oral genital sex, called fellatio. I'm certain 
you're aware of that." 

"I've read about it briefly," she nodded, scrunching up into the corner of 
the couch. "That's where a man puts his penis into...." 

"A woman's mouth," he finished. "Yes, that's precisely what I want to do, 
tonight." 

"Lamont, please... I need to get accustomed to you ... I mean...." 

Sharon shuddered, feeling a tremor crawl through her as she realized this 
was the first of his acid tests to see how well they would get on together, 
physically. The second test, actually. She had obviously passed the first 
test with flying colors. 

Still, her ability to think clearly at this particular time was somewhat 
distorted, knowing what he intended. She was beside herself with fright, 
knowing the handsome man was very serious as he all but glassily stared at 
her, rubbing the thick length of fleshy hose pipe that was running along the 
length of his right thigh. It wasn't quite hard yet which was why it still 
hung down. Staring at him, she felt herself in a totally helpless position. 
She had expected him to bury his stiff penis in her vagina. In point of 
fact, at night, she had been alone in her bed, she had dreamed of feeling 
that thick masculine sausage stuffed all the way up inside her. 

But if she refused, he might decide to terminate their agreement on the 
spot. There had to be some way to placate him without having to suck his ... 
uuughghhh.... 

"Please, Lamont, I do want to make you happy, you know that," she insisted. 
"But all this is so new to me. I need time to adjust to these different 
ideas." 

"If I had given you time to adjust last Monday," he told her, "you would 
still be a virgin, and you wouldn't be here now." 

"There has to be some happy medium, some meeting ground where we can both 
discuss...." 

"Discussion ended," he snapped. "There are two keys in this room. One is in 
the door and unlocks it. You can do so, and walk out of here, or you can use 
the other key." 

"What other key?" she asked, already know the answer. 

"This," he said, pulling his cock out through the hole in his pajama 
bottoms. This is the other key that will bring you one step closer to some 
kind of ultimate decision between the two of us." 

Lord! It looked no less formidable now than it had when he was at her 
apartment. It was stiffening and its head raised to point itself at her. It 
looked like a large, flesh-colored blackjack. The blood-filled, rich purple 
head continued swelling and lifting itself higher with each flexing beat. 
It's one sightless eye was seeping drops of oily lubrication, one at a time. 
Some of the drops fell in sticky strings to the carpet. Once, when he shook 
the stem of his shaft, some droplets flew off in different directions. 

Smiling, the man undid his pajama pants. He let them fall to his feet, and 
he kicked them aside. 

"Oh, Lamont, not like this," Sharon begged him. "Please...." 

"Anything I want, anything at all," he reminded her. 

"Yes," she nodded. 

'Then come over here and get down on your knees," he insisted. "Do it right, 
and it won't take too long. Besides, I've been led to believe by other women 
that if it's done right, they get as much of a charge from it as a man. So 
let's get to it right away, Sharon." 

She stood there, staring, terrified. The mere thought of putting something 
like that in her mouth made her nauseated. She found her entire body 
stiffening with revulsion. 

"Come on, Sharon," Lamont said, almost maliciously. "I feel an itch in the 
head of my cock. There's only one way to put out the fire, so to speak, and 
that's with a watery tongue, your tongue. You know how to use that tongue 
when shooting your mouth off. Now let's see you put that tongue to proper 
use." 

"P-please...." she begged again, still cringing. 

Sharon found it impossible to believe any woman in her right mind would ever 
willingly do something like that, unless maybe, she was a prostitute and 
paid to do it. Certainly one look at that mammoth cock attached to Lamont 
would discourage even the most adept fellatrix. It looked like something 
that belonged on a prehistoric elephant. She was still unable to figure out 
how the man walked without being weighed down when it was in an erect 
position. 

"You're behaving childishly." Lamont insisted. 'This is no worse than 
intercourse, and the simple fact is, once you do it, you'll never get your 
fill of it, if you'll pardon the pun. Now what I have here is something nice 
and stiff. Once it's up, I don't want it to go down until all the juice 
comes out of it. Since you already gave me a vaginal massage the other day, 
now I want an oral one. You're a very pretty girl, Sharon, and you'll look 
even prettier with a cock in your mouth - my cock, to be specific. Now let's 
stop playing games. Come over here and start sucking." 

"I can't... I can't... oh God ... I can't...." she gasped. 

"Now what kind of an attitude is that, Sharon? Are you going to cringe there 
all night and tell me nice women don't do things like that?" he wanted to 
know. 

"Well, maybe with their husbands...." 

"Aha! The old marriage bit again, Sharon?" he laughed. "I told you, if and 
when I decide I might be willing to marry you, I'll let you know. Until 
then, you live here on a day-to-day basis as my mistress. And mistresses 
suck cocks." 

"I won't do it willingly," she sullenly insisted. 

"Willing or unwilling, you'll do it," he insisted. The only way to enhance 
our relationship is for you to get down on your knees and suck a few pints 
of milk from my prostate by way of my cock. After you've done that, if my 
cock shrinks, you'll be able to return to your room and know that another 
hurdle between us has been overcome. Besides, if you go down on me, next 
time, before I fuck you, I'll go down on you. That's only fair." 

"I can't," she insisted. 

With a broad smile on his face, the tall, dark-haired, good-looking man 
marched up to her, reached out, and grabbed her shoulder. He pressed on it 
with his thumb, making her wince with pain. 

"If I didn't give a damn about you, Sharon, I would say forget the whole 
thing and I'd move you out lock, stock, and trunk, tomorrow. But I must 
obviously have some strong feelings for you, honey. That's why I'm going to 
do you this favor and force you to suck my cock." 

Slowly, against her will, Sharon found herself coming off the couch and 
sinking to her knees. The sight of his wavering cock before her eyes was 
already beginning to affect her senses. Once again it was a writhing snake, 
squirming to the movement of a flutist, only this time the flute would be 
her own lips. 

She felt as if she were in some sort of trance moving with the wavering 
penis in an up-and-down rhythm. Some small part of her mind clung to sanity, 
and she refused to do as Lamont wished. The idea of being gagged by such a 
monstrosity nauseated her. She remembered his defloration of her and the 
pain the thickness of the cock had caused when it had stretched her vaginal 
walls. Surely it would cause just as much pain stretching her cheeks. Even 
more sickening was the thought that Lamont might be right; that she might 
actually come to like it after a while. The mere thought of the monster 
trying to cram its way down her throat had her gagging. But even worse, the 
sight of the penis, while making her mind flinch, was causing her vagina to 
get wet. She hadn't had an orgasm since that night with Lamont, and her body 
was craving one, now. 

"Come one, damn you!" Lamont snapped, getting impatient. "I don't have all 
damn night. Get that mouth of yours working on my cock, and do it now!" 

Lamont was enjoying himself. Before he was through with the pure Sharon 
Seeley, he would have taught her every sexual perversion there was. As far 
as he was concerned, this was mild compared to some other ideas he had in 
mind. Still, the idea of her sucking his cock was not merely to teach her a 
lesson. He wanted to find out if her mouth felt as good around his cock as 
her cunt. 

"Maybe I'd better just leave right now," Sharon gasped, trying to take his 
hand from her shoulder so she'd be able to stand. 

Lamont had been expecting this kind of reaction. He knew it wasn't some 
personal dislike she felt for him that was making her act this way. On the 
contrary, she had been a sheltered girl all her life, growing up too 
quickly, breezing through school so rapidly, she never had time to grow up 
sexually, emotionally, or femininely. Her entire life had been devoted to 
medicine. She looked at everything clinically. He had therefore come to 
regard his taking of her virginity as a major triumph, and he intended 
triumphing again, tonight, and again and again, and yet again. 

Taking his hand from her shoulder, he used both hands to grab her ears, 
twisting them. 

"Owwww!" she screamed, grabbing his hands, but also opening her mouth wide 
at the same time. 

That was the moment he had been waiting for, and he pushed, letting her lips 
form a hood around the head of his penis. Then he thrust into her - hard. 
His thick phallus rammed into the tiny, narrow cave of her tender mouth, 
jamming itself against her gullet. He'd had to thrust forward three times 
before getting in that far. The first thrust had carried him past her front 
teeth, and he'd had to twist her ears a little harder to make sure she 
didn't bite down. On his second thrust, he got halfway into her mouth, 
stopped by the back of her tongue pressing against her palate. It was the 
third thrust that had the penis buried to its three-quarter mark in her 
mouth. 

Sharon tried screaming again each time he twisted her ears. Each time she 
tried pulling her head away, it only hurt more. She tried turning her head 
from side to side, but suddenly realized the thick, long pike jammed between 
her lips was preventing her from doing that. Her suddenly filled mouth was 
only capable of making choking, gagging noises. Perspiration broke out all 
over her as she feared the possibility of his penile head strangling her. 

Though her entire mouth was now clogged with his penis, the terrified female 
doctor was only too well aware that the lower part of the massive fleshy 
juggernaut was still visible. From the way he was urging her forward, it was 
obvious he wouldn't be content until she had engulfed it all. To do that 
meant suffocation. For the moment she was totally stunned, and after that, 
she knew there was no way to avoid this. Had his penis been slightly thinner 
perhaps she would have been able to take it into her gullet and still 
breathe. But something this thick would plug every last little bit of open 
space in her throat. She snorted, thanking heaven that her sinuses were wide 
open. In fact, one curious side effect of any kind of sexual encounter had 
been for her nostrils and sinuses to open completely, and if her head was 
spinning with the feelings aroused by these encounters, at least her 
breathing apparatus worked better than ever. 

Having wanted to use possible suffocation as an excuse to get out of doing 
this, she knew he would feel the twin blasts of air from her nostrils on his 
penis and pelvis, and wouldn't allow her to relinquish the organ until he 
was done. Thus a sense of frustration permeated her curvaceous body, and she 
knew only too well that he was cognizant of the fact that she wasn't going 
to die, even if she faked it. No doubt his experiences with other women 
would make him aware of just how truthful she was. 

He was pushing the penis deeper now, the head forcing its way into the 
narrowness of her esophagus. She gagged for a moment, then realized how 
futile all this was, and unconsciously permitted her throat muscles to 
relax. As a result, the feeling of strangulation was gone. Though she was a 
doctor and supposedly well aware of the various things she was supposed to 
do sexually, no one had ever explained to her how to handle a penis once it 
was in her mouth. 

Taste were starting to seep down her throat. She had expected his penis to 
be smelly and godawful, but her twitching nostrils let her know he washed 
with a deodorant soap, and as a result was as clean as she was in the 
genital area. So her initial taste was the soapiness covering his flesh. 
Then she became aware of the salty, but otherwise flavorless oil that seeped 
from the head of his pulsing prick. Too, there was the meaty flavor of the 
penis, itself. 

"Just start sucking," the man told her. "The one way to end this quickly is 
to make me come, honey," he gasped, panting heavily as he pushed his penis a 
little deeper, pressing it more firmly into her gullet. Tm going to shove my 
cock in until you have all of it, so pull and suck on it with those 
tantalizing lips of yours. Waggle your tongue from side to side and wash the 
underside, teasing it. You see, the faster and better you are at doing this, 
the faster I'll come. I'm not pulling my cock out of your mouth until it's 
shriveled. Make up your mind to that, Sharon. When we're finished, you will 
be an honest-to-God cocksucker." 

Against her will she clamped her lips solidly around the soft fleshy outer 
casing of his sausage-like cock, feeling the hardness of his masculine staff 
beneath her tongue as the oral organ stretched out, rubbing against the 
length of the urethra in the underside, her gullet feeling the little knot 
there where the head was joined to the rest of the staff. But her tongue lay 
there idle, unmoving. 

"You have to lick, move that tongue back and forth," he gasped through 
gritted teeth, for even though her mouth was dormant for the moment, the 
mere sensation of having his cock in Sharon's oral cave was overwhelming for 
Lamont. 

"Unn nnnnnmm mmmmmmgg gggglllll Uluuuuur nrrggggg gghhhhnnn nnnnnnnn 
nppphhhh hhhhhh hhhaaa aaaauuu ugugggg hhhhh!" was her only reply. 

Sharon was accustomed to this man by now. She knew struggling was hopeless. 
This was disgusting, primitive, yet in its own way intriguing though she 
wouldn't have admitted this last out loud, even to herself. She considered 
chomping down with her teeth, knowing one good bite would deflate the organ 
in a hurry, but it would also ruin the possibility of a relationship between 
them, and she needed that relationship until she was able to find another 
millionaire at the hospital. Either that, or she might end up actually 
marrying this son-of-a-bitch. For the present, her only way out of this 
tasty, albeit distastf ul, situation was to comply with what the man wanted. 

Against her better judgment she began working her saliva-coated lingual 
probe around the rubbery roller shoved into the narrowness of her tiny 
mouth. Her tongue worked up and down the length of it, surrounding the 
glans, twirling around it, noting the difference in texture between the head 
and the stem tasting more of his secretions as the rough part of her tongue 
toward the back of her mouth rubbed the split in the knob. She decided the 
faster he came, the faster all this would be over, and perhaps she would be 
permitted to attain some kind of orgasm of her own. She purposely pressed 
her tongue as hard as she was able against the penis in the vain hope that 
he might think the pressure too great, and he might want to call the whole 
thing off. 

"Ahhhhh ... yesssss ... that's the way----" he gasped out loud. "That feels 
wonderful... marvelous ... that's terrific, honey ... really terrific! 
You're a natural cocksucker if there ever was one. I've ... uuuunnnnhhh... 
known women who do this for a living ... oooooohhh ... who can't hold a 
candle to you. I've ... uhhhhh ... never felt a better ... smoother mouth on 
my cock ... keep it up----" he gasped, his fingers tightly clutching her 
ears. 

Wwwwaaa aauuuurr rggggch hhhhwwww wggg-mmm ppphhhh rrrgggh hhgh!" was her 
only response as she complainingly gagged, trying her best to pull her 
lovely head free of the grip his fingers had on her burning ears. But the 
motion her action created on the pulsing glans in her mouth sent Lamont into 
new and wanton raptures. 

Lamont was definitely not the only one feeling arousal. As her gullet became 
more and more used to his forcible probing, the penis digging deeper and 
deeper into her narrow gullet, Sharon felt the same inward tingle she had 
sensed when the pain in her vagina had subsided when she had ridden this 
man's cock. She moved her head all the more rapidly now, but it was obvious 
from the man's reactions that much as Lamont enjoyed all this, he was 
definitely in no hurry to reach his peak. The thickness of his cock, rubbing 
back and forth in the depths of her pharynx made her aware of nerve-endings 
that had never really received any kind of constant friction before. To her 
surprise, Sharon realized it might be possible for her to attain her own 
climax, even doing something like this. 

He continued thrusting his massaging cock in and out of the tight narrowness 
of her gullet in such a way that those inner nerve-endings continued being 
stimulated. She actually started shivering with anticipation as the 
sensation within her continued mounting. If he kept up this stroking of his 
cock in her mouth, with the head probing ever deeper into her gullet, she 
was definitely going to attain an orgasm. She didn't understand how it was 
possible or why it was happening, and by now she no longer gave a damn. All 
that really mattered was the attainment of satisfaction - her own as well as 
Lamont's. 

"Yesssss ... yessssss ... you're so gooooddd-duuuhhhh ... I never dreamed 
you'd ... uuuuunn-nhhhh... know what to do so expertly... so quickly," he 
gasped. "What you need is more practice, and more cock to ... ohhhhhhh ... 
work on...." he gasped gleefully, and after telling her that he released her 
ears. Reaching around to the back of her head, he flattened his palms 
against her skull, then tightly clenched his buttocks around his own 
asshole, and shoved forward while pulling her lovely face toward him as he 
crammed even more of the fleshy log into her narrow gullet. He finally had 
her lips kissing the hairs at the base of his pelvis. 

"Mmmmmuu uuuurrr rggghhhh hhccchh hhaaaw wwaarrr rghhhh!" the lovely Sharon 
gagged aloud in an attempt to scream out her protest as the head of his 
penis pushed through her throat, trying to reach into her belly. She 
realized she had totally engulfed the lengthy thickness of human 
rubberiness. 

The flesh-bung prevented air from moving in and out of her throat as she had 
anticipated, and she had to breathe through her nostrils, inhaling the 
masculine scent of him while staring fixedly at the man's pubic hair that 
retreated and advanced with his pumping motions. Sharon wondered if the man 
eventually intended her to die while performing some sexual deed to please 
him. Her nostrils quivered and flared in maddening attempt to pull more air 
into her tortured lungs, and she seriously wondered if she was getting 
enough oxygen this way. Was it possible she could indeed strangle to death 
on the salty penis of this man who was her keeper for the moment? Just when 
she thought she might faint, the man slowly began withdrawing his phallic 
piston until the tip was resting in middle of her tongue. Once again she 
tasted the salty, but otherwise flavorless secretions being emitted by it. 

"Uuuu urrrrmmm mmppphhhh ... pppphh hhnn-nnf ffffmmm mffffwwwwwaa aauuuuf!" 
she sighed, feeling herself able to breathe again for the moment, but just 
barely. 

"I think you have the idea," Lamont said to her, a wide grin on his face. 
"Rather than have me force you to do this, do it willingly, at your own 
pace, just as long as you make it feel good for me. Do a good job and suck," 
he ordered, and standing the way he was, he looked like a colossus towering 
over her. 

Sharon realized she had no choice. Besides, she was beginning to find this 
intriguing in spite of hating it. Even now she refused to admit to herself 
the possibility of liking it. Her mouth automatically began nursing on the 
masculine probe. 

Reaching up, her right hand gripped the bottom half of his penis, her 
fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the organ in the hope of keeping 
it from pushing into her gullet again. Her other hand rested on his thigh 
for a moment, until he took it and pressed it under his testicles, letting 
her know he wanted her fingers massaging them as well, for there were 
sensitive areas at the base of his scrotum, when pressured, would intensify 
the feeling he was experiencing. 

She continued sucking, seemingly reluctantly, her right hand tugging 
strongly on the bottom part of his penis, but it came to her that she, 
herself, wasn't experiencing as much from all this as when the head had 
rammed itself into the deepest part of her gullet. So she reluctantly took 
her hand from the penile base and purposely forced her mouth over more and 
more of the length of it, intentionally cramming the thickness into the 
narrow culvert of her gagging throat. Her esophagus was filled with the 
broad head again, and once again those hidden nerve-endings in her gullet 
were being massaged. Fighting back the choking sensation, she vibrantly 
sucked, her left hand continuing to massage his scrotum and gently squeeze 
the golfball-like testicles. 

Her vagina was getting more and more heated up with every passing moment, 
and it occurred to her that the only way she was going to attain that 
ultimate orgasm herself was to try and strangle herself with the weighty 
thickness of the huge penis. Her tiny panties, under her shortie nightgown, 
were soaking wet with her own lubrication. She ached to slide them off, but 
to do so would mean stopping what she was doing for the moment, and she knew 
this was one thing Lamont would not countenance. Besides, she was slowly, 
inexorably falling under the spell of his penis, and she realized that even 
if his hands were removed from her head, she would be unable to voluntarily 
release the powering prod. Nor would her hands let got of his pulled-in 
scrotum. Fondling them gave the lovely blonde a strange sense of security. 
Security was, after all, the primary reason why she had come to live with 
Lamont. She needed security. 

Sharon sucked harder, jamming the tip of his penis even deeper in her gullet 
than ever before. Her nerve-endings within tingled and she was well aware it 
wouldn't be too much longer before she once again hit stratospheric heights. 
Not only that, but she was aware that from the way the orgasm was building 
inside her, it wasn't going to be a small climax. On the contrary, it was 
going to be even bigger than the big one she had enjoyed when she had been 
de-virginized. Was it possible that this kind of climax was more thrilling 
than a vaginal one? Or was it merely that each succeeding orgasm would top 
the previous one no matter how she attained it. 

Between her thighs she felt her vaginal muscles contracting insanely as her 
womanly gully spat forth more lubrication into the crotch of her bikini 
panties. 

The oils were already seeping down her thighs. 

Sharon was aware, for the first time, that the feelings in her body were 
controlling her mind, rather than her mind being the control center. Was it 
possible that sometime in the future she would finally lose total control 
over herself? If so, she might as well make her living by being a whore. The 
prospect was horrible, yet wonderful. There was no way for her to control 
it. 

She sucked harder now, because the harder she sucked, the more arousing it 
was to her own body. Her head wobbled from side to side, twisting in 
semicircles at the same time, providing his pulsing prick with a rotating 
motion that sent insane quivers on uncontrollable lust vibrantly shooting 
through Lamont. 

Lamont kept his mouth shut at this point. With other women, verbal 
encouragement would have made them feel better. But to tell Sharon how 
whorishly she was sucking his cock might make her stop, and at this point, 
the last thing he wanted was for this lovely blonde to stop mouthing his 
cock. But she was unbelievable. Never in all the time he had experienced 
blowjobs, had he ever felt a mouth like this one. It was as if her mouth had 
been created for the express purpose of sucking his cock. 

Sharon's inner sensations were in a violent turmoil as she felt her orgasm 
continuing to build. She realized she was going to come at any moment. Her 
head was constantly bobbing back and forth, moving all the more quickly now, 
her lips sliding on the penis as if it were a whistle, her head nodding up 
and down, her mouth pushing all the way forward and kissing the hairy base, 
then pulling all the way back to surround the rim of his corona. Each time 
she pulled her head back, the tip of her tongue licked the little split in 
the head, and then her mouth shoved itself all the way forward, stopping for 
the briefest instant as she forced the flanged corona through her 
gullet-ring where the flexing dome continued wildly massaging the hidden 
nerves within her again and again. It was good, so good, much too good to 
last. It had to end, and for Sharon the end came quickly and violently 
within herself. Her tight lips jammed themselves right down to the base on 
the throbbing penis, and she sucked with her lips locked around the base 
while her throat clung to the massaging penile head. Then she gagged out her 
orgasm. 

"UUUUUR RRRGGG GGHHHH LLLLLM WWW-WWA AAARRR GGGGGH HHHAAA WWWWWU UUURRR 
CCCCCH HHHLLL UUUUUG GGGHHH UUUHHH!" 

She was still on her knees on the floor, pressing into the plush carpeting, 
pressing her thighs tightly together because the lubricity pouring from the 
depths of her vagina was flooding out of her like water cascading over 
Niagara Falls. No matter how hard she tried, it was no use. There was no way 
on earth of stopping the flow that poured from her vagina as it made a 
sodden mess of her panty crotch and ran in heavy rivulets down her inner 
thighs to the carpet, beneath. 

Sharon continued slurping her tongue over the length of the cock, letting 
the tight entrance to her throat massage the corona of his glans repeatedly. 
Her tongue was everywhere, licking under, over and on the sides, for in 
doing so, she was enhancing the orgasm she felt powering its way through her 
quivering body. 

Lamont knew his own time had arrived. He shivered, shuddered and writhed, 
letting out a series of constantly gasping little moans as Sharon's mouth 
continued working on his cock. Each time her head plunged forward and she 
engulfed all of it, her tongue snaked out and licked at his balls, as well, 
and this only served to inflame him all the more. 

Now that her own climax was coming to a conclusion, Sharon was able to think 
more rationally again. She knew this might be the first time she was 
expected to do this, but it definitely would not be the last time. Well, 
hell! If she was going to do this, she might as well drive the man so crazy 
with sensation, he might think twice before putting his cock into her mouth 
again. She was going to do her best to drive him clear out of his mind. 

With her left hand still squeezing his balls - whenever her tongue wasn't 
touching it- she began using her right hand to rub his asscheeks. He 
shuddered, feeling the wandering fingers on his buttocks as her licking 
tongue continued teasing each separate wrinkle in his balls. Looking down, 
he saw her hands wandering over his naked flesh, and seeing as well as 
feeling intensified the thrills within him. His own throat was filled with 
the slaver of an uncaged lion. Fireworks started going off inside him as her 
left hand clutched very tightly around the clump of his testicles. He was 
ablaze with feeling as her 'fingers tightened around his balls and her other 
hand dug fingertips into his asscheeks. 

As far as Sharon was concerned, now that she had attained her own 
satisfaction, there was no need to force the penile head all the way into 
her gullet. So she pulled her head back a little and let her lips 
concentrate on sucking the purple glans while her fingers gripped the 
throbbing base, her thumb massaging the urethra underneath. Her lips pulled 
on the penile head with all the strength inside her. Her breasts, pressing 
against the shortie nightgown, felt as if her extended nipples were trying 
to poke holes in the fabric. Even after her orgasm, the nipples had not 
shrunk, not even a little. In fact, they were hard to the point of pain. Her 
vagina was still awash with her sodden fluids, and her interior felt as if 
whipped cream was oozing out of it. The oils continued squeezing through the 
tender inner labia of her vagina into the sodden, soaking, double-thick 
crotch of her white lace bikini panties. The fluid poured out of Jier like 
water overflowing the banks of the Nile. Some of it had defied gravity and 
had actually moved past her perineum, oiling the pucker of her anus, while 
the rest continued dripping down her thighs like melting ice. 

"HHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGHHHH ... IIII'MM MMMM ... AAAAAN NNNHHH HHH ... 
COMMMM MMMIII UNNNN GGGGGG HHHHHH ... YYY YYEEEE AAANNN GGGGGH AAAAG 
GGGHHH!" he bellowed. 

He was strangling her all over again. Heated blasts of white cream shot in 
repeated bursts from the tip of his cock. Not knowing what else to do, 
Sharon automatically swallowed. She drank as much of it as she was able. The 
head of his cock was pushing deeper and deeper past her tonsils, trying 
harder than ever to reach into her gullet and her belly. She gagged and 
choked, sputtering, some of the fluid in her throat actually coming up 
through her nostrils, but Lamont kept on humping his hips forward, refusing 
to stop until he had unleashed every last little drop of sperm. 

She tried hard, drinking all she was capable of, but he was shooting a lot 
more than she was able to swallow. Finally some of it backed up, seeping out 
of the corners of her mouth and coating his cock and hairy groin. 

At last, the release of his passion caused him to relax. The penis in her 
mouth slowly wilted, and she was able to yank her lips from it. Even then, 
shriveled, it was thick, and her mouth was so narrow, that when the glans 
pulled out, there was a tiny "pop." 

Rising, she staggered to the bed and sat, realizing that in doing so, she 
was looking at her face in the dressing table mirror which was off to the 
side. There were still great draughts of semen in her gullet as well as what 
was already in her belly. The swallowing of the sperm set off a minor orgasm 
inside her, making her shudder. 

She saw the added sperm smeared all over her lips and cheeks and chin, and 
after she had finished drinking what had been stored in her mouth, she 
unashamedly licked her tongue out and pulled in as much of the fluid as 
possible. The semen tasted like a mixture of peroxide and pancake batter, 
and after she had finished cleaning her face with her tongue, she beckoned 
him closer, and without his expecting it, licked his balls and cock clean. 
She didn't know why, but she had found this experience to be no less 
thrilling than her defloration. In fact, now that she thought back on it, 
she realized her second experience, though initially appearing to be more 
distasteful than her first, was a lot less painful. 

"If it were anyone but you, Sharon," Lamont said to her, "I would think you 
must have practiced something like this for years. You have a natural 
aptitude that would put the best professional women to shame. Can you really 
see yourself marrying some helpless male you're capable of dominating, and 
then occasionally indulging in a little missionary sex? You're lucky I'm not 
a pimp. I'd be using you to make a fortune, and as disgusted as you look 
about the idea at the moment, believe me when I say you'd fall in love with 
that kind of work." 

T don't need you to remind me how wanton I am, basically," she responded. T 
suppose it's something innate and can't be helped. But I recall you saying 
something about wanting to swap sex partners. So any time you're ready...." 

"Oh no!" he replied. "I've changed my mind where you're concerned. You're 
mine, Sharon, all mine. If anyone else puts a cock on you, I'll break it." 

He turned and walked out of the bedroom, and Sharon smiled to herself. 
Jealousy! What was more, it was not the kind of jealousy a man displays 
simply over a possession. Even though he refused to admit it, Lamont 
Dennison still loved her. Now she began to wonder whether it was worth 
chasing after some other millionaire. She had Lamont firmly hooked, even if 
he didn't realize it yet. She had no doubt he would subject her to further 
indignities, but she would survive them. Equally important, her internship 
came to an end at the end of the month. As a resident doctor she would be 
earning considerably more, and soon she wouldn't need Lamont's money. But 
would she leave him? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The key to keeping Lamont interested in her, as far as Sharon was concerned, 
was in making him think that no matter how strongly she responded to sex, 
when her mind was clear she supposedly didn't want anything more to do with 
him. She would live in his house, wear the clothes he bought for her, let 
his chauffeur take her to and from the hospital, but each time they had a 
sexual encounter, she would arrange to make him think he was raping her. 
Having studied a certain amount of psychology, she was aware that Lamont 
still hadn't forgiven her for the cruel way she had spoken to him when he 
had proposed. As far as he was concerned, he was offering her the most 
valuable thing he had possessed, still possessed for that matter: his name. 
Not only had she refused, but she had been so indelicate about it as to be 
cruel. 

But in the next week, Lamont made no demands on her, whatsoever. She would 
eventually learn that when he was in the middle of research for one of his 
books, he wasn't interested in anything else. She also discovered that he 
would make up for it, afterward. 

In the next few days she finished her internship at the hospital, and was 
signed on as a resident doctor. Though she wouldn't make the kind of money 
she'd earn were she practicing privately, she would make enough for the 
moment. All her money was being banked, because every one of her expenses 
was being paid by Lamont. 

At the end of her second week, he gave her credit cards to the various 
accounts he had. When she had gone on a spending spree, buying an entire new 
wardrobe, shoes, furs, and matching purse, Lamont didn't complain, though 
she knew he was aware of what she was doing. She rarely saw him, except at 
supper time. Then he would talk politely to her, more like she was a 
visiting guest than a mistress, asking about her work in the hospital. At 
first she thought he was merely trying to make polite conversation, but as 
the evenings passed, she realized he took a very avid interest in what she 
was doing. 

Occasionally, he made reference to their relationship, almost in a taunting 
manner. This irritated Sharon. She knew why she was here, and by now was 
well aware she would have to perform for him if she was going to remain 
here. But she didn't like him lording it over her that she was less than 
human to him when she stepped out of the hospital. He would never let her 
forget how tauntingly cruel she had been to him. 

"It isn't as if your refusal goaded me into changing my writing style," he 
told her one night, while they were relaxing in the large living room and 
listening to music. "That was something I would have done" anyway, so I 
can't even say that your refusal of my proposal was what had egged me on to 
bigger and better things." 

"Why didn't you marry someone else?" Sharon asked. 

"I looked," he admitted. "I looked a lot. Of one thing I was certain, and 
that was, I would never take a woman to bed unless she was a possible 
marriage prospect." 

"But you said you were with whores," she reminded him. 

"So?" he shrugged. "I've known plenty of prostitutes with the proverbial 
heart of gold. I didn't begrudge them the fact that they were earning a 
living with their bodies. Nor did it deter me of thinking of each one in 
turn as my possible wife. But there was always something missing. In one 
case the girl didn't like animals, and I love animals. Eventually I hope to 
have two or three dogs around the place." 

"That sounds nice," Sharon admitted. 

"Then you like animals," he nodded. 

"Certainly," Sharon replied. "I even considered becoming a veterinarian, but 
that would entail knowing surgery. Funny, but it never bothered me to cut 
open a human cadaver and work on it, but it would break my heart to work on 
an animal." 

"Another of the many women I've known was too possessive. Not that she was 
in love with me, but she felt if I was dating her, I had no right to see 
other woman, only because she regarded me as her personal property." 

"Isn't that the way you regard me?" Sharon asked. 

"There's a difference, Sharon," he insisted. "You're bought and paid for, 
for as long as we both wish. I won't let you play around with another man 
because you are my property for the moment." 

That hurt! He had no right to dig into her that way. What he was saying was 
far more painful than anything she had said to him. 

"I think I'm going to go up to bed," she said, standing, not wanting to hear 
more. 

"By all means," he nodded. "I'll be working tonight, so you don't have to 
worry about me." 

There it was, that implication that she was still frightened of him. If she 
dispelled it, she might lose him. 

"Thank you," she nodded. "I think that very considerate of you." 

"My consideration is for myself, not you," he said blandly. "All my energies 
are being applied to my writing for the moment." 

"I understand," she sighed, and moved off, heading for the stairs. 

But as she walked, she felt his eyes burning into her back, and she knew it 
wouldn't be long before he attacked her again. She would have to put on the 
act of a lifetime. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now that Sharon was no longer an intern, her hospital hours were shortened a 
bit, and she was allowed to take every other Sunday off, in addition to 
having Mondays off. The last Sunday in June was one of her days off, and she 
had decided to lounge in bed a little longer. 

She was therefore surprised when the connecting bathroom door opened, and 
Lamont walked in. He looked her over, noting how freshly scrubbed her face 
and body were. She had risen an hour ago to take a shower, and then had 
returned to bed. He, on the other hand, looked like he needed a shave. She 
knew that when he worked, he took some few hours out for sleeping, but 
otherwise worked day and night. Other than sleeping, his only break came at 
the supper table. 

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, knowing full well what he was doing 
there, but determined to act the resisting female all over again, certain 
this was what he wanted. 

"I want to fuck you," he said blatantly. 

By now, Sharon had come to accept the fact that fuck was not a dirty word. 
It was the most accurate word in the English language to describe sexual 
intercourse. 

"I-I'm not ready right now," she insisted. 

"You're ready," he snarled. "Even though I've been working, I've been 
keeping tabs on you. I know you had your menstrual cycle last week, so 
there's no way you can con me into believing otherwise." 

"I wasn't going to claim otherwise," she insisted. "It's just that a woman 
likes to be made ready, to be wooed. Sometimes we even like being the 
aggressor, if your male ego can stand up to it." 

"Who do you think you're kidding?" he laughed. "You hate it when I touch you 
until I get you to such a fevered pitch, you need my cock." 

"You know," she told him. "You made me a promise of sorts the last time, 
when you made me, well, you know...." 

"When I made you suck my cork," he shrugged. "That's the correct 
terminology. Yes, I made you suck my cock, and I'm still recalling how 
pleasant it felt." 

"Well you said something about performing cunnilingus, at the time," she 
reminded him. 

"So you want to find out what it's like to have your cunt lapped, eh!" he 
laughed. 

"I don't know if I want anything considering the way you look," she told 
him. "You have a two-day-old beard that's certain to scratch me, and you 
know how tender that area is." 

"Honey, I don't care what you want," he shrugged. "I'll lap that pussy of 
yours if you want, and then I'll fuck you. But if you don't want your cunt 
licked, then we'll have to settle for plain fucking." 

"Can't you be gentle about it.?" she asked. 

"When you deserve gentle treatment, you'll get it," he assured her. Until 
then, you'll be treated exactly the way I want to treat you." 

"For God's sake, pretend, just for a little while," she pleaded. "Or is it 
impossible for you to show any gentleness." 

"Impossible?" he laughed. "Nothing's impossible, but why should I have to be 
gentle with you? You're my property for as long as we both agree. I can 
handle you any which way I choose as long as I don't damage you." 

"I don't believe for a moment that you know what it means to love a woman 
tenderly," she insisted. 

"Oh no? Well, it'll show you, for a little while. But when I fuck you, 
forget about my being gentle." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

He strode to the bed and lay beside her, and assured by the words he had 
spoken, Sharon knew she had won her first minor victory with this man. Even 
if he was gentle for only a little while, it would be worth it. She would 
respond even more to his gentleness than to the rough way he treated her. 
She had no illusions about his remaining gentle. But with the passage of 
time, if she was able to convince him to be gentle each time for just a 
short while, she was certain she would be able to eventually have him 
completely tamed. 

The funny part of all this was, she was starting to feel things being near 
him. He aroused emotions in her without touching her, and no man had ever 
done that before. 

He took her in his arms and smiled, and it was a genuine smile. Either that, 
or he was a consummate actor. She relaxed a little, and she had to admit 
being held by him did feel good. This tenderness on his part was dulling her 
resistance far more quickly than if he had forced her to his way 
immediately. She was fully aware of what he intended doing, and it aroused 
her very quickly. 

"I would have been gentle with you always, Sharon, had you married me three 
years ago," he said softly. 

He leaned his head toward her and began lip-teasing her earlobe. Then his 
mouth was on her neck, and though his beard was scratchy, she had to admit 
there was a certain additional arousal in feeling it. Then his mouth slowly 
moved to hers and kissed it. 

He continued kissing her gently, but there was nothing gentle about the 
throb she was feeling against her leg. His penis was as rigid as a crowbar. 
Sometimes she thought it was just as long, though somewhat thicker. 

She was aware of the contoured penile head, pounding with blood as it 
continued pressing into her thigh. She knew he was holding himself back, and 
she wanted to make this as good for him as he would make it for her, hoping 
it would help him understand that gentleness was the one sure way to keep 
her interested in him. The truth of the matter was, Sharon felt more than a 
little desire for Lamont. She wasn't ready to call it love, yet, because 
love was something that grew over a period of time, but whatever this 
feeling was, it was something she'd never felt for any other man. 

Little by little his kisses became more urgent. When his tongue sought her 
mouth, she parted her lips, opening them readily to receive him. Maybe, just 
maybe, if she responded properly, he would understand how much more 
enjoyable it was when she was willing right from the start. Maybe he would 
lose this insane desire to see her squirm and crawl. 

Her soft strands of honey-blonde hair tickled his ears, succeeding in 
intensifying the lascivious sensations coursing through his loins. Without 
removing his hungry mouth from her, he slowly lowered his hand to her thigh 
beneath the covers. He started caressing the soft, naked flesh from knee to 
mid-thigh. She moved her own hand to his head and carefully wove her fingers 
through his black hair. 

Encouraged by her positive responses, Lamont began stroking the satin-smooth 
flesh of her lovely thigh all the way up to the tight elastic leg band of 
her bikini panties. She always wore panties under the shortie nightgowns she 
liked putting on in bed. Each caress moved his fingers that much nearer to 
her heated pussy. When she moaned and pressed herself against him, he wasted 
no time sliding his other arm around her and gripping one of her full 
breasts. 

Sharon was more starved for physical love than she had realized. All the 
torment this man had put her through before had always ended in making her 
feel rousing climaxes, and now her body was letting her know it needed more. 
In fact, she knew very well that she wouldn't be able to content herself 
with a once-a-week fucking, or, as in this case, twice in three weeks. 
Masturbation was out of the question. There was no way on earth she would be 
able to induce as much pleasure within herself with her own fingers as this 
man was capable of doing. It was the penis which had her stimulated more 
than anything else. A penis in her vagina, then a penis in her mouth, and 
both times she'd had orgasms wild enough to tear off the top of her head. 

She made no effort to stop him when Lamont moved his hand away from the 
soaking center of her loins and slipped it inside the top of her shortie 
nightgown. His fingers squeezed her naked breasts, cupping them one at a 
time, sending licking flames of mounting rapture rippling through her 
shuddering belly. She groaned with lascivious delight, sighing as he rolled 
the hardening nipple maddeningly between thumb and forefinger. 

When she felt his hot breath playing over her face, she turned her mouth to 
his and without thinking, thrust her tongue forward sharply, feeling him 
suck it deeply into the warm wetness of his mouth. God! She hadn't realized 
how much her body had been starved for his kisses. She needed him 
desperately, and it was no longer his money she needed, but the man, 
himself. 

He eased his mouth from hers and whispered softly in her ear, "I like it 
better when you're naked. You're so absolutely stunning to look at. Besides, 
we can have a lot more fun when we don't have clothes on." 

It was the first time he had admitted how turned on he was by her. Not that 
she had been unaware of it, but nevertheless, it was nice to hear him come 
out and say it. He knew how to be nice when he wanted to be. Yes indeed, he 
really knew how. There were times when she hated him, but at moments like 
this, she adored him. Her body begged to feel his hands. His nearness had 
taken control of her, melting her resolve to accept his handling of her as a 
necessary evil in order to assuage the roaring forest fires he had initially 
ignited in her with that first rape. She knew now that it was more than the 
way he fondled and aroused her. It was the man himself. There was no doubt 
about it. Deep down, even though she had never admitted it to herself, she 
had always wanted to know what it was like for this man to love her. He was 
the only one who had stirred such sensations in her when she had been 
younger, and he was the only one for whom she felt anything right now. Had 
any other man done this to her, she might have responded physically, if only 
because of the way Lamont had tuned her like a fine musical instrument, but 
her emotions wouldn't be aroused as they were with him. 

Wave after wave of wanton pleasure churned through her shuddering torso, 
spreading outward from her nipples and radiating through her entire being. 
It was as if she were emanating desire from her fingertips and toes. Lord! 
It felt good, so very good! If she felt any animosity toward Lamont at this 
moment, it was solely because he had waited so long before approaching her 
again. 

Weakly, she rolled her head from side to side, sighing with desire, little 
mewling moans coming from the depths of her throat, letting him know how 
quickly he was getting to her. His hands lifted the nightie over her head 
and tossed it off somewhere on the floor. She felt the cool air-conditioned 
air sweeping across her lovely breasts as he hungrily glued his mouth to her 
tantalizing lips, his tongue slithering between her teeth. Without realizing 
what she was doing, she found herself sucking on the lingual digit, dueling 
with it by parrying its thrusts with her own tongue. 

Without realizing it, she began caressing his own muscular torso. There was 
no doubt about the fact that he was far more muscular now than when she had 
first known him. He had undoubtedly taken the time to build up his body. 

With breath-taking delight, Sharon felt Lamont's hand caressing her nakedly 
upthrust breast, then tweaking her erect little pink nipple, making it 
deepen in color as blood flowed through it. His hand moved from one 
tantalizing mound to the other, playing with both nipples, obviously 
enjoying himself as much as she was thrilled by what he continued doing to 
her. She rolled her shoulders from side to side in undisguised, wanton 
desire. 

Slowly, taking care not to alarm her since he had promised gentleness for a 
little while, Lamont moved his stubbled cheek lower on her body. The 
scratchy beard, far from deterring Sharon, aroused her even more. His heated 
mouth moved to the straining tips of her breasts and began pulling at her 
hardened, extended nipples. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, 
teasing the softness of her delightfully resilient mounds. Uncontrollable 
ecstasy continued building in Sharon. 

She felt his hand trace its way along her highly sensitive belly and for a 
moment her breath caught in her throat as his outstretched middle finger 
began to worm its way under the leg band of her panties. 

Would he do it? She wondered. Would he actually go down there with, his 
mouth? 

A moment later, sighing with salacity, she thrilled to the pressure of his 
fingertip separating her vaginal lips. She almost shrieked her pleasure out 
loud as she felt him slowly worm his finger into the viscous slot of heated 
desire. He found the little bit of flesh that covered her clitoris and 
rubbed, making the tiny organ extend itself and escape from the hood 
covering it. 

Dear God! She was already sopping wet the heated oils pouring from her 
frothing cunt like volcanic lava splashing in rivulets down the side of 
Vesuvius. Her crotchband was drenched with her fluids. 

Moaning with wanton desire, the shamelessly aroused female doctor 
unconsciously spread her thighs to give Lamont greater access to her womanly 
hallway. She wanted to feel more. 

Her gasping moans let Lamont know how easily she became aroused, and as a 
result he went farther, cautiously, gently, tenderly for a change, fucking 
his finger up and down the pink little furrow without plunging inside, just 
yet. At the same time his mouth continued hungrily sucking on her extended 
nipple. 

Sharon drew in her breath as she felt the probing finger move even deeper, 
finding the tight little hole, worming its way inside, pressing ever deeper 
into her tantalizing pink grotto. It never occurred to her to hide the fact 
that she was so responsive. When he was like this, she was fully capable of 
loving him. He was the only man in the world who had ever really aroused 
her. Granted, he'd had to force her the first time, but in doing so, he had 
awakened the real woman inside her and made her that much more responsive to 
him as a man. Each time he touched her he created new and different 
pleasures in her shuddering body. Lord! Every passing moment let her know 
just how hot she was feeling, and how much she was in dire need of 
satisfaction. His manipulations had made her more passionate than ever. 

"Hhhhhuuuuunnnnhhhh!" 

The sound seemed to issue from her mouth without her being able to control 
it as his finger slid from her internal cuntal depths and began massaging 
the little bud of her tantalizing clitoris. The erotic thrills constantly 
surging through her quivering womanly body were absolutely fantastic, and 
she knew she was building to a bigger high than she had enjoyed the other 
two times. She shuddered from top to bottom. The aroused young female doctor 
was only vaguely aware that her hips were pumping up and down in rhythmic 
response to the driving finger within her. 

Aware of the power in her upward lunges, Lamont realized how difficult it 
was for him to maintain control over himself. Christ! He wanted to ram his 
cock into her and fuck her solidly. But he was giving her this display of 
tender affection on purpose, to let her know how good things might have been 
had she not been such a bitch. The truth of the matter was, a good part of 
his antagonism toward her was antagonism toward himself. He hated himself 
for still feeling love for her. Yes, love! Unlike Sharon, Lamont wasn't one 
of those people who critically analyzed everything. When he felt something 
for someone, he admitted it outright, at least to himself. He still loved 
Sharon Seeley. He had raped her once, degraded her once, and the more his 
cock was buried inside her, the more he wanted her. His desire was mounting 
rather than waning. Still, if he were to let her know his feelings, giving 
her a weapon with which to control him, he was certain that in almost no 
time she would come to despise him again, even if he did have all the money 
she would ever need. 

So let her feel what his gentleness was like, for the moment. Then, out of 
sheer self-defense, he would have to return to being the bastard who 
dominated and controlled her. Either she would eventually accept his 
domination, or she would move out. If she moved out, she would be out of his 
life forever, no matter how much he loved her. Certainly he had no intention 
of throwing her out in spite of what he had told her. At the moment, he 
wanted her to beg for an orgasm. He would give it to her, but afterward it 
would be his turn. 

Carefully, gently, tenderly he slid his finger from the fount of her sweet 
pussy, letting his hand glide up to the waist band of her panties. All the 
while his mouth continued sucking at her lust-throbbing breasts while he 
slid the soft nylon down the curve of her trembling hips, over her long, 
slender thighs, to her ankles, then off her feet, after which he tossed them 
away. 

Sharon was too overcome with passionate desire to realize how easily he was 
manipulating her. She was aware of the cool rush of air touching her 
tingling pussy as her labia hotly pulsed. Recalling how roughly he'd handled 
her the other two times, she almost panicked, but the gentle pressure of his 
mouth on her nipple caused tremors of rapturous delight to flow over her, 
and she sighed and lay back, allowing him to do as he wanted. She moaned, 
her hands gripping his hair, tugging his head all the closer to her naked 
nipples. Then she moaned again, even louder this time, as his wandering 
fingers drifted below her pelvic mount and began gently rolling her 
clitoris. 

That was the moment the handsome, dark-haired author chose to slide his body 
lower, letting his tongue lick across the sweet nakedness of her tantalizing 
flesh. She was totally naked now, more delightful to the eye than ever. 
There was no doubt in Lamont's mind that he loved her, had loved her ever 
since he had dated her when she had been only seventeen. She had proved 
herself smarter than girls ten years older at the. time. She was not only 
more intelligent in school, but had a much more mature attitude than most of 
the other women he had dated. That was the basic reason why he felt so 
strongly about her. 

Sharon felt his whiskers slide across her stomach, and she should have 
objected to the scratchy sensation. His hot, searching tongue licked into 
her navel for a moment, sending sparklers of scintillating desire coursing 
through her. Then his mouth was at the top of her pelvis where the 
almost-invisible wisps of blonde pubic hair tickled his chin. He pushed 
himself lower, then a little lower, until his hungering mouth was directly 
above her widespread vaginal passage. He stared in wonder at her succulent 
pussylips, seeing them pulsating and swollen. By now he knew she was hot 
enough to explode. Even her emotional self was advanced way beyond that of 
any other woman he had .ever known despite having been awakened so late in 
life. Now all he had to do was let her know what utter rapture was like, 
once and for all, and even when he manhandled her later on, she would be 
grateful, certain he would one day do this all over again. 

Sharon waited anxiously, the waiting more terrible than anything she had 
felt when he had forced his cock into her cunt and her mouth those other 
times. Spasming convulsions jerked at her slender thighs and pulled at her 
stomach muscles as she felt the pressure of his wetly probing tongue slam 
itself against the wet slash of her anxious vagina. Oh, God! God! What a 
feeling! She had never dreamed ... not even after being fucked and forced to 
suck, that anything in the whole world felt like this! Oh, God! 

"Hhhh haaa wwwww aaaaa uuuuu nnnnnnn gggg hhhhh!" she shrieked, her body 
filled with storming electricity as an unwanted shudder rippled through her 
quivering form because of the burning union of his tongue with her erect and 
upstanding little clitoris. "My God! My God! My God! Oh, Godddduuuuhhhh!" 

"Feels good, doesn't it, honey," he said, his hands keeping her thighs 
forced apart. 

His voice cut through the vaporous sensations she was feeling as he blew hot 
breath against her seeping cunt and made her quivering clitoris feel even 
more sensitive. Her buttocks automatically slammed up and down against the 
mattress, not in an attempt to escape, but because it was a natural 
movement, one which she hoped would bring her vaginal lips into contact with 
his mouth all over again. Surge after surge of uncontrolled sensation 
coursed erotically through her body from the heated junction between her 
thighs. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" was all she seemed capable of saying, 
whimpering almost involuntarily as he continued his skillful tweaking of her 
tantalizing clitoris. "Y-e-e-e-e-e-ssssssss ... hhhhhaaannrinhhhh ... so 
good ... oh, I never dreamed ... aaannnhhhhh ... I love it... I love it...." 
and her body reaffirmed what she was saying by the anxious lifting of her 
naked loins. 

"Now maybe you can understand why I wanted you to suck my cock," he said to 
her. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes! I understand! Don't stop now! I'll do 
anything for you from now on, ' but for the love of God don't stop now!" 

Smiling to himself, Lamont dipped his head again and let his tongue spear 
its way into her feminine oven. He licked the juices from the hotly 
quivering center, tasting the nectar from a cunt that had only been fucked 
once, and that once by him. Her oils gushed out and filled his nostrils with 
the warm headiness of her arousal. 

The tongue was so overpowering, Sharon wanted him to stop for a moment and 
give her a chance to catch her breath. She attempted to pull away, but he 
held her firmly against the mattress. She lifted her lovely head and gasped 
at the lascivious sight of this man who was her captor for the moment 
kneeling in fealty between her widespread thighs, paying oral homage to her 
cunt. His handsome face was buried firmly in the kiln of widely split pink 
flesh. Lord! This was the most fantastically wonderful sensation of all 
time. Even though the thrills were overpowering, she not longer tried 
stopping him. 

Instinctively her wantonly aroused body continued to violently react and 
respond as her hips lifted and slammed themselves against the mattress. The 
tormenting tongue was driving her mad with passion, sending uncontrolled 
spasms of wandering delight charging through her. She felt neither ashamed 
nor guilty, only sorry that she had robbed herself of this sensation for so 
long by not having indulged in this with Lamont three years before. His 
tongue washed through he hot furnace with a deliciousness that overpowered 
her. 

"Ghhhhhuuuun nnnngggh ... my goddddd uuuhhh ... ooooooo ohhhh ... uuuuu 
nnnnnhhh ... that feels fantastic!" 

She was whimpering, gasping as her smoothly rounded tan buttocks rose and 
fell with regularity, keeping time to the way his tongue probed her inner 
recesses. It slurped against the pink furrow of her seething pussy with loud 
noises, and the sounds only enhanced everything for her that much more. 

Lamont stared up at her lovely contorted countenance, but all the while his 
tongue continued slurping in the honeyed pit of her fulcrum, his lips 
continually teasing the tantalizing flesh of her throbbing pussy. Tears of 
sheer happiness fell from the lovely blonde's eyes, and Lamont watched with 
satisfaction, knowing this would be a job well-done. She was struggling to 
achieve more than she had the previous times, and knowing Sharon as he did, 
he was certain she would succeed. She was the kind of woman who, once she 
set her mind to something, went out and got it. She had not even allowed her 
poverty to deter her. She was using her body to live regally, and the only 
remaining question was, would he be able to make her love him. She was 
presently more turned on than he had ever seen her, and he decided he would 
definitely bring her to total satisfaction, this way. Then he would turn 
into the son-of-a-bitch he had to be in order to make sure she remained 
under his control. 

He slammed the full length of his probing tongue all the more deeply into 
her, licking and slurping at her upstanding clitoral nodule on both, the 
forward slash, and the backward lap. 

"Unh ... anh... unh... anh...." she cried in time with the way his hungering 
tongue licked into her, her cried of pleasure filling the entire bedroom as 
he continued proving with his tongue into the deepest part of her seething 
pussy. Her hotly clasping vagina tried to clamp itself around his tongue as 
it had done around his cock, but his tongue proved much too slippery, and it 
managed to effect its escape every time. Shrieks of wantonness came rising 
from her helpless throat as he took the flesh stalk of her clitoris between 
bis lips and proceeded to use the tip of his tongue to whip it from side to 
side. 

Sharon's head was flailing insanely from side to side, whimpers and gasps on 
uncontrolled rapture rolling from the depths of her chest as she 
automatically reached out for the summit of total arousal ... straining for 
that ultimate release. 

"Don't... uuuhhhh... stop... please... oh, please ... don't stop...." she 
begged, her voice a hoarse groan as she tightened her hold on his hair and 
pulled his face all the more deeply into her vagainal vestry. Her naked hips 
all but slammed upward, her cunt beating against his face. 

"Lick me harder, harder, harder...." Sharon pleaded. "Don't stop now ... not 
now ... ohhhhh ... please ... please...." 

His tongue washed through her seething channel with stronger swipes than 
ever, and he knew he had her now. She was there. 

"HIIII'MMMMMM... UUUUNNN NGGGHHH... CCOOMM MMMMIIII NNNNGGG UUUHHH ... 
YYYYYA AAAIII YYYYYA AAGGGG HHHUUU NNNNNG GGHHHA GGGGGG HHH!" she screamed, 
and she whipped insanely from side to side, thrashing violently as she 
clamped her hips tightly around his face. 

Lamont continued licking and lapping, even after she became oversensitive. 
He had her totally drained for the moment, and this was the way he wanted 
her, thereby making her resistance to what else he had in mind practically 
nil. 

He was going to fuck this cunt he had just sucked, and she was going to love 
that just as much as she had loved his lapping. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She went to the bathroom afterward to rinse herself off. She was covered 
with perspiration. When she returned, he was standing in the middle of the 
room, and from the look on his face, it was obvious he was through being Mr. 
Nice Guy, at least for the moment. 

"Come on," he said to her. "Now it's my turn to have some fun!" 

"Be fair she complained. "After you made me suck your cock, what did you do 
to ease the ache in my vagina?" 

"Sharon, you still don't understand," he replied. "This is my house, you are 
my slave, and you're here to please me. If I choose to lick your pussy, it's 
because I enjoy doing so. Now I choose to fuck you, honey." 

"I'm so worn out," she told him, and the truth was he had drained a 
tremendous amount of energy from her. 

"I'll have to admit you have the tightest cunt I've ever fucked and sucked, 
as well as the best mouth, but that doesn't mean I'll hold onto you if you 
give me flak. I wish to fuck you. I wish to fuck you right now! Now I intend 
fucking you, either with you being willing or against your will. 
Understand?" 

"Why do you always have to turn into such a vile monster?" Sharon asked. 
"Why can't you be considerate. Whatever I did to you, I surely never did you 
any physical harm. Why are you trying to do some harm to me?" 

"What you did was torment me in a entirely different way," Lamont responded. 
"What you did hurt far more than if you had taken a stick and beaten me with 
it. What I'm doing to you is mild compared to the different kinds of anguish 
you put me through, even making me doubt my manhood for a short while. I'm 
going to fuck you, Sharon." 

The words began stirring juices in her shuddering body. Weak as she was, her 
interior was becoming alive because her cunt wanted to be fucked. Even so, 
the rest of her was so weak, she needed a little rest. Only an hour, and she 
would be fine again. But from the look in his eyes it was obvious she wasn't 
going to get that hour. 

"I need a little time to recover my strength," she insisted. 

"No dice," he snapped. "I want to fuck - now!" 

"What kind of a human being are you?" she gasped. 

"Cut the crap and let's get down to it. Are you going to do it willingly, or 
do I have to force you again?" 

"Do your worst, but it won't be with my cooperation," she insisted, shaking 
her head dumbly, refusing to let him know she was willing to give him 
control over her. No matter what happened to her, as long as she resisted, 
she would have won some kind of minor victory. For too long, since her 
initial meeting with Lamont in her apartment, had he used her body to take 
control of her mind. It was time for her mind to regain control of her body. 

The handsome man leered at her, his face split with a wide grin, knowing he 
was going to get one helluva kick out of fucking Sharon now that she was 
once again her snotty self, resisting. Yes, he was going to pound the full 
length of his solid cock into the narrow tightness of her vagina, and there 
wasn't a damn thing she would be able to do to stop him. As far as he was 
concerned, she was so intent on continuing to live the good life, she would 
do anything to keep that status, even if it meant capitulating to him - 
though she would struggle a bit first, which would make it all that much 
more enjoyable. In spite of her brave talk and outward bravado, Sharon was, 
after all, a twenty-year-old woman. She had the mind of someone at least ten 
years more mature than other girls her age, but even that wasn't saying 
much, because she was basically all wrapped up in pleasing herself. 

Resistance was blazing in her eyes, but her strength had been drained, and 
she'd be surrendering to what he wanted to do a lot faster than even she 
imagined. He grinned salaciously at her and dropped his lower garment, 
revealing the rampant stolidity of his aching cock. It stood straight out 
from his body, a pointing finger of doom, and at the moment it was pointing 
straight at Sharon. It looked like a massive redwood log growing as it did 
from the dense underbrush of his black pubic hair. 

With one hand the man began stroking his cock as he had done that first time 
in her apartment, making certain it was harder than a diamond, causing the 
thick purple head to expand and contract repeatedly. God! Every time she saw 
his cock it seemed to be bigger and thicker than the last time. 

What Sharon refused to admit to him was, the sight of his throbbing organ 
was building desire very rapidly inside her, even though she felt physically 
weak. In order to keep him from knowing just how aroused she was, she put on 
a sneer. 

Lamont saw what he assumed was loathing written all over her lovely 
countenance as her eyes fixed themselves on the pylon extended from between 
his muscular thighs. Seeing her stare that way, in spite of the face she was 
making, convinced him how much he was going to enjoy all this. Arousal 
continued building inside him as excitement flared through his quivering 
form. He was determined to have even more fun with Sharon this time than 
he'd had before. Degrading her a little was somewhat pleasurable, at least 
to him. It was nice taking her down a peg or two. Seeing the helplessness in 
her eyes thrilled him. He knew that in spite of her nasty stare, when he 
finally buried the full length of his cock inside her, he would once again 
have her moaning and groaning with delight. She would all but explode with 
sexual rapture. 

"On the bed," he told her. "Otherwise I'll do it right on the floor. I don't 
care where, but the bed'll be more comfortable for you." 

Sharon trembled, trying to back away from him toward the bathroom, but she 
remembered he was the kind of man who would catch her and throw her down on 
the bathroom's tiled floor. That would be cold and extremely uncomfortable. 
Still, the idea of this man putting hands on her had her terrified. He 
wasn't the same man who had licked her to a climax some minutes earlier. 

Until a few weeks ago, Sharon had prided herself on the fact that no man had 
so much as touched her breasts. Then she had been pierced, both vaginally 
and orally, and though she had loved it, she still felt apprehensive about 
it. Now, once again, her tormentor stood before her ready to plunge into her 
again, preparing to perpetrate all kinds of nameless indignities on her 
shuddering body. Though the pleasure had been unbounded, she also remembered 
how humiliating it was to be pulled down into his lap, and then to have to 
kneel before him and suck what he obviously thought was his kingly scepter. 
He had given her some pleasure - it was true, but right now he wasn't 
interested in doing anything for her, but preferred instead to use her for 
his own salacious desires. She hated being used. 

The handsome millionare stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, saliva 
drooling from the right corner, his hungry eyes aching to swallow in the 
firm roundness of her cylindrical thighs as well as the firm mountainous 
protuberances of her breasts as they formed two peaks of perfectly spherical 
cones. He licked his lips, staring at the trembling tightness of her flat, 
tan belly, the navel winking at him, teasing him, inviting him to continue. 

As far as Sharon was concerned, this was no longer the man who had made 
slow, careful oral love to her vagina. This was a slavering monster, and his 
hungering stare made her quiver all the more violently. 

"Don't you dare touch me, you nauseating beast," she cried out, her voice 
strained with irritation. "You filthy animal! Don't come near me!" 

"How much longer before you stop acting as if what I'm doing is something 
you don't really want?" Lamont asked. "I think it's high time you realized 
my cock and your cunt were meant to be mated. Now keep your voice down. At 
this time of the morning, the maids are up and about, and believe me, they'd 
be more than willing to change places with you, right now. The mere fact 
that you occupy what was once my mother's room let's them know I've elevated 
you above any other woman I've ever fucked. Behave with some of that dignity 
you used to flash at me and all the other neighbors when your old man still 
had money. Stop throwing crap at me about hating me. You love the feel of my 
cock no matter where I jam it into you, but you haven't the courage to admit 
it." 

"What ever I feel for that sticker of yours, the fact remains that I hate 
you as an individual for the way you've degraded me." Her voice was a 
sobbing gasp at this point. 

The man loomed above her, his glittering eyes filled with lust and totally 
devoid of pity. Wanton desire for her emanated from his entire self, 
lascivious passion turning his face into a mask of lust. He stared at her, 
as if trying to see into her very soul. When she wanted to turn her head 
away, the pressure of his hands, now on her shoulders, prevented her 
escaping his licentious stare. 

"No! No!" she cried out. "I won't do anything more with you," she insisted, 
her voice becoming more and more hoarse with every passing moment. You're 
not doing this merely to please yourself. You're doing it to humiliate me. 

Her voice fell on deafened ears as the powerful man wrapped his muscular 
arms firmly around her, his lips crushing tightly against hers, applying so 
much pressure her own lips were being scrubbed raw against her teeth. His 
heatedly pulsating cock continued to solidly press itself into the softness 
of her flat belly as his tongue continued poking into the confines of her 
mouth. 

The helpless Sharon continued struggling, straining, doing her best to get 
away. But the overpowering orgasm she had experienced only a few minutes 
earlier, when this man had pressed his mouth to her cunt, had drained her of 
any excess strength, and she knew her body had lost its will to struggle. 
His thick tongue continued investigating her mouth very carefully, as if it 
had never invaded this territory before. At the same time his solid body 
pressed itself all the more firmly to her soft figure, his arms and legs 
flowing over her like the tentacles of a squid from which there was no 
escape. 

"Uuuuuunnnnhhh . .. Lamont. ..." Sharon gasped. "Don't do this ... have pity 
... please ... try to understand ... I'm in no mood for something like this 
at the moment...." she groaned, despair spinning through her mind. 

"What you're in the mood for doesn't count for beans," Lamont told her. "All 
that matters is what I want, and I want to fuck you." 

The room began crazily spinning as this man who was, in essence, her master, 
pushed her toward the bed where he had so recently displayed his tenderness. 
The edge of the mattress caught at the backs of her knees, and the force of 
their momentum sent her tumbling, falling, finally landing flat on her back. 
The man was on her in an instant, his strong body pinning hers to the bed. 

Sharon pressed her taut thighs firmly together, doing her best to resist the 
constant probing of the strong body trying to sink itself between the 
pillars of her loins. His burningly throbbing cock was there, trapped, 
forcing itself up and down against the hot little pink split of her cunt. 
She felt the wetness of the penis as it slid back and forth, its lubricating 
juices mingling with her own, dampening the soft inner hollows of her 
thighs. 

Lamont continued pressing his mouth against that of the helpless female 
doctor. Then he moved his lips around to the side of her neck, and before 
Sharon realized it, his teeth were once more nibbling on her earlobe, biting 
and chewing it. She kicked out automatically with her smooth, columnar legs, 
doing her best to dislodge the man's tongue from her ear. As she did so, her 
thighs parted a bit more, and Lamont sank triumphantly between the white 
towers, forcing them to splay themselves all the more widely while her legs 
kicked and his soddenly oil-covered, rock-solid phallus continued throbbing 
intensely against the incomparably soft flesh of her round and trembling 
buttocks. She was incapable of doing anything else because his knees 
continued to sadistically force her thighs apart. 

The battle was over. As always, it ended with Sharon losing, though 
sometimes she wondered if she really was losing. Her mind was dazed and 
whirling, and all that was left to her was humiliation for the moment. 

She lay back on the bed in abject surrender, and that was when the man on 
top of her suddenly lifted himself off. Now she was more confused than ever. 
Before she was able to understand just what it was he wanted, he had flipped 
her over onto her belly, forcing her thighs apart, and pressing them apart 
with his knees as she realized he was right behind her. She was sideways on 
the bed, and as a result stared down at the floor as her head hung over. 
Behind her, Sharon heard the whispering chuckle of victory coming from this 
vile man. 

Lamont pressed his penis against the asscheeks of the lovely blonde doctor, 
and he began a slow, grinding motion against the pillowy cheeks of her ass. 
The weight of his penis seemed far greater to her than anything she had ever 
previously felt. The massive rubbery head traced a sticky path up and down 
the wispy length of the slippery, lubrication-soaked cheeks of her ass, 
dipping down now and again to rub against the full pout of her tantalizing 
labia. 

Sharon gasped and crammed a knuckled fist into her mouth to keep herself 
from crying out. Her body was beginning to burn, and her mind was chastising 
herself for having such feelings. It was one thing to enjoy sex when he had 
been gentle, but she had to learn to fight the pleasure when he had to 
initially force her. 

The man continued grinding his cock against her straining outer labia, in no 
hurry to move it between her inner pussylips. He enjoyed looking at the 
tormented expression on the beautiful blonde's lovely face as she turned her 
head to the side. He was teasing her helpless body, bringing out her inner 
feelings, and he knew this woman would not be able to withstand this 
delightful torment much longer She was an excessively proud woman who had no 
right to pride, beyond the fact that she had accomplished a place in the 
medical society that other people would have needed ten more years to do. 
But when it came to merely being a human being, Sharon Seeley still had a 
long way to go. Nevertheless, she was flesh and blood, and from his previous 
experiences with her, he knew she was more capable than most of attaining 
strong feelings and emotions. She had already proven her capacity to climax, 
and each time she had done so it had been more intense than the previous 
time. 

Whether a wastrel or a millionare, Lamont had known more than his share of 
different women. He had felt all kinds of feminine orgasms around his cock 
and his tongue, but none of them came with the vibrant power of this one. He 
was more fascinated by her than ever before. Yes, he still loved her, but it 
was still too early for him to admit as much. If she knew he loved her, she 
would use it as a weapon against him for the rest of their lives. By now he 
was convinced their fates were inexorably intertwined. All that remained was 
to make sure she understood that she was not the dominant partner. Once she 
accepted him completely as her lover and her master, he would be able to 
reveal his feeling to her. 

Ever since fucking her that first evening, having her sit in his lap, 
watching her eventually bounce up and down of her own free will, Lamont had 
known no other woman would ever satisfy him as totally as Sharon Seeley. 
Every little part of her was tantalizing. He had found her mouth as 
delightful as her cunt, and soon he would be applying his cock to her 
asshole, though not today. For the moment he was content to ram into her 
vagina again. He wanted this lovely blonde so totally addicted to his 
pulsing cock that when the time came for him to use her asshole, she would 
offer no resistance. She was still able to control herself as long as she 
clung to the belief that she was being forced to do this. All he had to do 
was make sure she had a towering climax every time he fucked her, and 
eventually she would become so addicted to his cock, her sense of values 
would do a complete about face. What was more, if she did go off with some 
other me without his knowing about it, she would quickly come to realize 
that their cocks weren't quite the same his. In spite of the old saying 
about all penises being alike, Lamont knew differently, just as he knew all 
cunts were different. One day, she would understand that the most important 
thing in her entire life was his cock, and the body attached to that cock. 

It was inconceivable that people as nice as the Seeleys were able to produce 
such a cold-blooded creature as Sharon. Her parents had always been worried 
about her because of the way her mind had so rapidly advanced. She had 
stopped associating with children her own age from the age of five, moving 
into higher and higher age groups as she continued advancing in school. Well 
he had plumbed her firey vaginal depths once, and he had discovered the 
smoldering core within her as sensation, hidden for so long, finally came 
boiling the surface. 

His cock in her cunt had set her off, and his cock in her mouth had all but 
made her explode. Then he had tongued her pussy and really had her climbing 
the walls. Now he was going to probe her pussy once again with his magic 
wand, and in spite of how worn out she was, he knew her next orgasm would be 
even more powerful than the previous ones. She was climax-oriented, each one 
stronger than the previous one. Fortunately she had a strong heart. It 
wouldn't be much longer now before she was actually begging him to fuck her 
and bring her satisfaction she so desperately would need. 

Sharon was panting heavily. The air she was pulling into her lungs didn't 
seem to be enough, and she felt as if she were suffocating. His weight on 
her back as he lay on top of her, forcing her breasts to flatten against the 
mattress made her twitch. The hotly massaging length of his penis between 
her thighs was so sensual in spite of the fact that he had not started 
penetrating her. She felt as if it was actually burning off outer layers of 
her skin. The strong muscles in the man's thighs and legs rubbed against the 
tender backs of her own lower limbs, and the movement felt decidedly erotic. 
The dark-haired man's lust-swollen staff continued moving more and more 
tantalizingly against her quivering body, probing like a boa constrictor, 
the tip feeling like a forked tongue of the giant snake that enjoyed playing 
with its helpless quarry until the victim, so tortured and agonized, no 
longer resisted, but merely waited to be devoured. 

Her body was coming back to life with a vengeance. Even though her inner 
mind continued to fight the constantly probing sensations caused by the 
tormenting penis making her body want to surrender to it, she was determined 
not to let him win. 

Her fists pounded into the mattress again and again, and she even chewed on 
the edge of it to keep herself from making groans and gasps. The sighs in 
her throat remained stuck there until they were swallowed back into her 
belly. 

Her rotating hips were the first to betray what was happening behind the 
resistance of her conscious mind. They started moving in tiny circles, 
barely imperceptible at the start, but there, nevertheless. At that moment 
her only reality was the burning flame that agonzingly burned in the depths 
of her belly as rapture continued building within her. The fires of 
lasciviousness continued licking between her parted thighs, making her 
imagine his tongue was back there. Sharon knew the only way to put the fire 
out at this moment was with this man's fire hose. 

Lamont smiled to himself, knowing he had won again. The lovely blonde female 
doctor was going to be his for the fucking. 

Sharon's soft thighs, which had been defensively pressed against the man's 
hips, slowly but surely began spreading even more widely apart until they 
fell loosely away. Her toes were tightly curled against the bottoms of her 
feet, and her arms reached down and gripped the metal underframe of the bed 
as she moaned a low, soft whimper that might have passed for the sound of a 
cooling breeze made on a warm evening. Once again she was hopelessly caught. 

Her head twisted around, and Lamont knew she was seeking the solace of a 
kiss. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and her mouth opened 
to accept the length of his piercing tongue. Softly whimpering sounds 
escaped into the night. She continued rotating her lovely buttocks all the 
more solidly against his rock-hard cock, twitching her cuntlips in an 
attempt to suck the head right into her. 

Lamont merely lay there on her back for the moment, savoring his triumph, 
enjoying the feeling of her cunt trying to reach out and nip at his cock. 
God! She really was some special kind of woman. Now all he had to do was 
fuck some common sense into her, and everything would be straightened out. 
But she had taken twenty years to grow up as she had. How long would it take 
to fuck her into understanding what it was to be a human being. 

Sharon was starting to realize that no matter how tired she was, Lamont 
wasn't doing something she didn't want done. On the contrary, he was making 
her feel overwhelmingly good, and now that she was realizing it, she 
continued responding in such a way as to let him know she wanted more. 

Do it to me, Lamont, she thought. Come on, do it to me! 

Sharon was excited beyond all reason now. She wanted to lift herself up on 
her knees to make her cunt more accessible to him, but his weight prevented 
that. In fact, the tip of his penis was already sniffing out the tiny little 
hole between the pink lips, automatically guiding itself as if drawn by a 
magnet. 

A grin of total triumph split the man's face as he hovered over her. It was 
all he was able to do to keep from shoving the hard length straight into 
her, skewering this squirming, bitchy little cunt. Somehow he restrained 
himself. 

Sharon had been so adamant in denying him, now that her body once again 
craved a good phallic probe, he intended teaching her a lesson. She had to 
be taught, once and for all, that her cunt was meant for fucking, and the 
one cock meant to continually breach her was the one attached to his own 
body. He accepted her nastiness as part of her prudishness. That damned 
arrogance of hers was something that had to be torn down once and for all, 
and tear it down he would When he finally did fuck her, he'd cram into her 
with such strength, she'd walk around that damned hospital bow legged for a 
week. 

"I'm telling you, Sharon," he hissed in her ear. "the next time you're going 
to come begging to me before I dip the old wick. So you'd better really 
enjoy this one, honey, because this is going to be the last time I fuck you 
without you asking for it." 

"Wh-what about my living here?" she asked. 

"You go on living here until one of us gets tired of the other, honey," he 
replied. "So stop worrying about being thrown out on your keester for now. 
Besides, who knows, you just might find that after a while, you will come 
begging to me." 

He felt her sparse, almost non-existent, softly curling pubic hairs tickling 
the tip of his penis. The outer lips parted like flexible doors as he pushed 
his solidly throbbing cock forward, pressing it into the wet heat of her 
inner vaginal lips. The feeling was overwhelming, and now that he'd begun, 
he knew there would be no way for him to stop himself. Without any kind of 
self-control, he flicked his hips forward again. 

Sharon felt her erotically pulsing inner cuntlips slowly beginning to 
separate as his penile head continued pressing inward. The elastic rim of 
her vulva resisted for less than a fraction of a second, so anxious was her 
inner feminine mouth to devour the thick length of his massive cock. Her 
cunt finally surrendered completely to the overpowering pressure, and Sharon 
gasped. There was the discomfort of having her narrow walls stretched once 
again, but the pain wasn't the excruciating agony she had undergone during 
defloration. Little by little her inner walls began adjusting to his 
thickness, and the discomfort began to hurriedly fade. Sharon sank her teeth 
into the edge of the mattress once more to keep herself from shouting out 
how much she was enjoying what she felt. She choked down a rasping cry, 
swallowing it, then panting for much-needed air. 

Lamont felt rather than heard her gasps. He decided he liked that, he liked 
it one helluva lot. 

Lamont rammed forward again, feeling another inward shudder. God! If she 
hadn't been such a bitch cunt, he would have stroked the entire length into 
her with a single thrust, thrilling her entire inner tubule all at once. He 
continued inching it more deeply into her, and then he was aware of pressure 
on his corona as her walls sucked the penis deeper. 

Sharon shuddered, not even trying to fight off the thrilling feeling 
pervading her body. To do so would have been a hopeless battle, anyway. He 
had her, and he knew it. What was more, she knew it. She needed his damned 
penis, really needed it now that he'd built the pressure of lust so high 
inside her. But at the same time she resolved she would never, but never, 
come begging to him for more of this. 

The hard cock was halfway into her, now, sinking deeper, moving slowly, 
being sucked into her as if no longer under his control. Lying on top of 
her, with neither of them using their knees for leverage, it was difficult 
for Lamont to pump. Still, he would do what he was able. So he flexed his 
hips and crammed his cock forward with every last little bit of strength 
that was in him. He sank his thickly solid penis all the way to the balls-in 
her cringingly narrow vagina. 

The man was aware of his weighty, sperm-bloated testicles slapping lightly 
against the woman's pouting pussylips. He pressed harder, and the scrotum 
began massaging her clitoris. Sharon responded automatically, hurling her 
buttocks back against his thighs, then tugging her cunt forward to create 
some much-needed friction. She was slowly becoming accustomed to his 
breadth, and her womanly chalice surrounded his organ with a loving 
tenderness she, herself, was determined never to offer this man. 

Lamont didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he did feel her 
physical responses, and as a result was more than overjoyed. With each beat 
of his heart his swollen penile tip moved in her vagina, either back or 
forth, and on each forward thrust it sank a little deeper into her 
agonizingly streched vagina. 

The man's forearms pinned her lovely shoulders to the mattress, his 
widespread knees holding her thighs wide apart. Once more, Sharon thought of 
his cock as a sharp-edged sword that had been inserted inside her with the 
intent of stabbing straight up until it punctured her heart. Only this time 
she was eagerly looking forward to being deeply penetrated. 

The gigantically pulsing penis continued probing its long stiffness ever 
deeper into the narrowly tight feminine enclave. He rammed it forward again 
and again, and Sharon grunted, her fist once again knuckling into her mouth 
to keep herself from screaming with joy. Lord! The monstrous organ was so 
broad, so thick, it felt as if it was pushing past her heart right into her 
throat. He was all the way in now, doing his best to continually pound his 
cock in and out of her shuddering body. Each time he slammed forward, her 
body moved forward the merest fraction of an inch, and she thought that very 
shortly her shoulders would be dangling down the side of the bed along with 
her head. 

The confident millionaire watched the lust filled woman doctor lying beneath 
him, staring at her with a lascivious smile splitting his handsome face. He 
noted Sharon's features, what he was able to see of them, were lined and 
twisted, contorting a bit more each time he jabbed his monument-sized log of 
meaty muscle into her. Her lovely mouth hung open as she gasped for air, her 
lips curling back from her glistening white teeth as the sound of her 
breathing seemed like a plea for him to continue. Her arms were hanging down 
now, and in order to keep herself from being shoved any lower with each of 
his hard thrusts, she placed her palms flat on the floor in order to slam 
her cunt back each time he levered his cock forward. The blunted tip pushed 
to the deepest part of her inner womanly self, pressing against the back 
wall of her tender vagina like a heavy stone. 

Tingling thrills continued shooting through Sharon's quivering vagina as she 
felt the painful penis thrust its way deeper and deeper into her narrowness. 
The blonde female doctor shuddered violently, feeling the thrill of total 
pleasure slowly but surely overtaking all of her. Perhaps the only thing 
about all this that she disliked was this totally humiliating position in 
which he held her. She hated the idea of her buttocks being so openly 
exposed to him. It was so degrading. 

Pressing his own hands into the bed's mattress, Lamont lifted himself up and 
stared down to see his thatch of black pubic hair scrubbing against her 
perineum. The base of his thick, fleshy want was buried all the way inside 
her pinkly throbbing womanly trough. He saw the widened lips of her vagina 
tightly stretched to where he truly felt her flesh might tear. Her inner 
pink lips were like a tight rubber band gripping the tanned flesh of his 
penile base. 

At one point he crammed his cock all the way into Sharon and held it in 
there for a moment, savoring the enjoyable sight of this proud and haughty 
bitch, now totally and completely impaled once again so helplessly beneath 
him. His pulsating organ continued its virile nosing ever deeper into the 
shuddering vale of her vaginal mortar. 

God! He wished he had hidden videotape cameras taking pictures of all this. 
It would certainly be something to watch himself fucking Sharon Seeley, who 
was lying flat on her belly. Jesus! He was going to fuck her cunt like there 
would be no tomorrow. He'd make sure she never forgot his cock, no matter 
what happened in the future. 

Sharon squirmed and twisted helplessly beneath the fucking man. She felt the 
moving penis continued to push in and out of her, and with each thrust the 
pleasure continued to enhance. Pulsing thrills built ever higher in her 
trammeling tunnel, but the force with which he was thrusting into her made 
her feel as if he also believed his cock to be a sword. Was he trying to 
slice through her inner tissues and membranes? 

She flexed her vaginal muscles in an attempt to grip his cock and hold it 
firmly in place, but the pulsations of her internal muscles seemed to fill 
him with new energy, arousing him ail the more, and the heavy penis once 
again crammed its way far into her tightly shuddering womanly depths. Her 
inner causeway clamped down, but it was all in vain. No matter how tightly 
she clung to the penis, it constantly moved within her, a broadsword sliding 
through a custom-made scabbard. She felt every ridge of flesh and muscle as 
her nerve-endings transmitted its monstrous shape in the minutest detail to 
her whirling brain. 

As far as Sharon was concerned, the penis was an entity unto itself and no 
longer an extension of the man she hated. The hard, rubbery tip continued 
sliding past her cervical opening as the rigidly hard length kept on 
massaging her walls. The tickling hairs of his testicles rubbed against the 
ulta-sensitivity of her inner lips, the weighty scrotum banging against her 
clitoris again and again. The cock seemed to be a part of her now, and no 
longer a foreign object which had effected an entry. She had become one with 
it, and in spite of her hate for the man to whom it belonged, she trembled 
with desire in the hope of experiencing more of it. Her nostrils were widely 
flared, and she inhaled the odor of their bodies mingling together, even if 
in this unorthodox position. His hard thrusts were delightful plunges, and 
the wonderful mounting taking place in her was, to her mind, indescribable. 
The pulsating organ stabbed deeper and deeper, ramming into her inner self. 
The contractions of her vaginal muscles was not caused by her desire to 
continue vaginally gripping the man's driving phallus. 

Lamont felt the powerfully pulsating inner pressure now being strongly 
exerted by her squeezing cuntal walls as they tightly surrounded his 
powerful penis. He enjoyed the pressures Sharon's cunt was exerting, letting 
him know what a truly responsive woman she was, and how capable she was of 
being a completely sexual person if she allowed herself to let go. Whether 
she liked it or not, little by little she was coming around to his way of 
thinking. Soon he expected to conquer her completely, and she would indeed 
beg him to fuck her. Hovering for the moment almost motionlessly above her 
lovely and desirable nakedness, he waited patiently as he stared at her 
widespread torso, silently wanting the lovely woman to once again accustom 
herself to the thickness of his probing prick. The head pulsed burningly in 
the depths of her craving belly. He inhaled, exhaled, then crammed his 
throbbing cock a little bit deeper, as if such a thing were possible. At the 
same time he flexed the head, sending blood surging through it and making 
the rubbery cap expand inside her, and Sharon found herself quivering with 
the need for it. 

"Hhhhhggguuuuunnnnggghhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, whimpering through tightly 
clenched teeth, teetering on the fine line between pleasure and discomfort 
as the former continued rapidly mounting inside her while the latter had all 
but faded away completely. 

Lamont waited a moment, then flexed his penile head again, staring at the 
way the lovely blonde head bobbed up and down with thrilled arousal. Sharon 
was panting heavily, her nostrils flared wide, both opening and closing in 
unison, keeping time to the rhythmic beat of his twitching cock. Soft, 
mewling sounds of pleasurable delight came from her mouth, now hanging open 
with her tongue falling out. The gasps within her matched the cadence of his 
expanding and contracting penis. 

"Gggggh hhhhuu uunnnnn gggghh hh . . . hhhh-aaaa nnnn-h h hh .. . aaaaawww 
wwaaauuu nnnn-nnggg hhh .. . ooonnnhh hhhh.. .." she gasped again, the air 
forced from her lungs. 

Now the handsome dark-haired captor of the lovely blonde woman became aware 
of the vaginal reply she was making to his anxious penile pulsations. She 
responded with deep vaginal throbs, the pressure starting at the head of his 
hard cock as her wetly clinging pussy began a gentle opening and closing 
around the entire length of his solidly shuddering masculine shaft, causing 
tingles to radiate through him. 

Lamont lay on top of the beautiful blonde female doctor, at the moment not 
daring to move. He continued his slow, tantalizing rhythmic flexings into 
the helplessly impaled cunt beneath him. It took all his willpower to 
contain himself as her thrilled sighs of pleasure managed to reach his ears. 
Her head hung straight down as her hips began a slow rolling, moving 
involuntarily under the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. The man 
tightly gritted his teeth that much more firmly together as he felt the 
walls of her simmering cunt gripping with the fierceness of saber-toothed 
fangs. As a result the hot cock continued rotating and screwing itself that 
much farther into her throbbing cunt, the two pelvises moving closer and 
closer. Actually, his pelvis was moving closer to her asscheeks, and his 
balls were moving closer to her clitoris and pelvis. 

"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, expelling her breath as the 
heatedly buried phallus expanded that much more, stretching the narrow walls 
of her seething pussy that much more. 

The handsome millionare flexed again, this time beginning a regular rhythmic 
beat, pulsatingly teasing her internal female tunnel. He watched her lovely 
blonde head lift for a moment, then it fell again as her nostrils widened in 
time to the way his solid penis continued flexing inside her. Soft, 
sibiliant pleasures of whispering thrills slid from her quivering body. The 
sighs continued oozing from her in time to his gentle flexings. 

"Unhh hhhu uuuu uujn nnnn hhhh ... uuuh hhhh uuuu unnn nhhh hh ... uuun nhhh 
huuu uuuu nnnn nhhhh ... uuuh hhhh huuu nnnn ghhh...." she gasped 
repeatedly. 

Lamont was aware of her inner urgency as her body constantly responded with 
squeezing pulsations around the entire length of his in-thrust penile probe. 
Now it was time for him to get that cock of his moving and really pour on 
the speed. She was close to her orgasm now, and by the time he popped his 
load, he expected she would already be over the rainbow. 

Sharon felt her helpless body coming to life as never before. She managed to 
wriggle further back onto the bed, and Lamont, seeing her need for some 
leverage, also pulled back the littlest bit while keeping his prong pushed 
pulsatingly into her vaginal tunnel. There was not the slightest bit of 
discomfort left in Sharon, All she felt was the continuing sizzle of 
electric current building somewhere in the raw depths of her shuddering 
womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve-endings of her quivering 
body. The wild sensations continued rippling through her heatedly throbbing 
tummy, and massive spurts of outpouring lubricity continued spouting out 
from around the plug of his plunging cock. A flaring of brushfire 
proportions splashed through her tan thighs, charging up the entire length 
of her widely splayed legs, circling around inside her curled-up toes, 
making her kick her shins against the edge of the mattress. More of the 
flaming sensation continued working its way through her, causing her 
compressed belly to tightly contract as her ribcage expanded. The feeling 
surged through her elongated nipples as they rubbed against the sheet 
beneath her, enhancing the sensation that much more. 

Sharon was wantonly rotating her hips and loins all the more swiftly now, 
shaking them from side to side around the constantly impaling shaft of solid 
rock-like flesh. Her wet vagina shuddered very strongly, dilating in time to 
the penis's constant plunging rhythm. The pulsations made her feel the organ 
surge all the more strongly through her quivering self, constantly building 
ever-mounting feelings of want and desire. She wondered if there was a pulse 
lodged in the head of his penis as it continued beating against the tightly 
enclosed walls of her vagina, as if keeping pace with his heartbeat. 

God! Now she really understood the meaning of the word oneness. She, and 
this man fucking into her, were one. They were a single mass of fleshy 
sensation magically merged by salacious desire. He had more than merely 
injected a part of himself into her. He had made himself one with her, an 
extension of herself. 

Lamont was barely able to contain his passion as he felt the roundness of 
her shuddering asscheeks starting to thrust against the flat hardness of his 
muscular belly. Her hot pussy was sucking his weighty cock that much more 
deeply into her. The consistently contracting muscles inside her narrowly 
squeezing pussy were like countless gnawing mice, hungrily nibbling away at 
the ultra-sensitive shaft of his swollen cock. Her dilating vaginal lips 
pulled tan-talizingly away, sliding wetly down his shaft toward the head for 
several inches, and then they literally squeezed and compressed their way 
right back up all over again. Little by little her crushing vaginal orifice 
once more engulfed the length and breadth of his shuddering penis until her 
labia was pulling at his pelvic short hairs. Her own pubic curls were so 
sparse and so fragilely thin, it was impossible for the pubic hairs to 
become enmeshed. The massively swollen length of his penile intruder was 
solidly locked in the squeezing depths of her crushing cunt. 

Sharon lay there with her mouth hanging open, unable to believe how much she 
had come to depend on this powering cock. Salvia fell from her wide-open 
mouth, dribbling onto the bedsheets below, and she knew now that Lamont had 
turned her into a total sexual animal. Even so, sex was only part of the 
story. The more he fucked her, the more she realized how much she did love 
the man. For all his brutality, for all his overpowering control of her, she 
adored him. In fact, it was that captivation of her body that made her 
realize just how much he meant to her. When he had been gentle and 
considerate on their dates, she had mistaken it all for weakness. There was 
nothing weak about Lamont Dennison. He was all man. He had proved that even 
when overpowering, he was capable of gentleness. What was more, in spite of 
the rough way he continually manhandled her, she somehow felt his desire for 
her was definitely more than something physical. The simple fact of the 
matter was, she loved him, and she knew now that he loved her. This then, 
was why his thick cock felt so good inside her. 

Lamont remained immobile, keeping his weight on his hands and the toes of 
his feet, barely lifting himself off Sharon. He left her just enough room to 
pump her ass up and down around his solidly driving piston, enjoying the way 
her heated pussy constantly sucked his phallic explorer inside. 

Looking down, Lamont stared at his wetly gleaming penis each time she let 
her body fall to the mattress, feeling the thrill of her thin ridges of 
pink, vaginal walls pulling gently out each time her pelvis pressed itself 
into the mattress. Her movement was to short, and it was obvious her body 
was begging for more leverage, so Lamont slowly pushed his own knees under 
him, at the same time lifting her by the waist so she was able to press her 
own knees into the mattress. .Now, propped up as she was, with her ass 
slammed solidly against the man's belly and pelvis, she really began working 
wildly away. He allowed her to strain her hot cunt against him for awhile, 
watching how wildly and abandonedly she performed. Her mouth remained wide 
open, her tongue still lolling out. Each motion was faster than the one 
preceding it, the strong tempo of her continual thrusts against him becoming 
more and more urgent. Her teeth bit into and chewed on her lower lip as she 
continually emitted soft, whispering, barely audible sighs, letting him know 
she was a long way away from the woman he had first fucked that night in her 
apartment. She loved him, of that there was no longer any doubt. But he knew 
in order to keep her love, he would have to assert himself as her lord and 
master at all times, for deep down, Sharon ached to be dominated. She had 
come from family where her mother had been the force, and the one thing she 
didn't want was a man like her father, who knuckled under to everything her 
mother wanted. He might have been a moneymaker in his time - until his 
investments had turned sour - but as a family man he was, in Sharon's eyes, 
a weakling. Much as she loved him, she didn't want another man like him. She 
wanted to marry a man on whom she'd be able to depend. Only now did she 
realize the truth. Only now did it come to her that she wanted to be 
dominated. 

Her climax was near. The handsome man fucking her sensed it. He also felt 
her straining to attain her peak in such a way that it would be that much 
more overpowering than before. The burning oils of her inflamed cunt were 
flowing even more heavily now, wetting his balls, and the movement of his 
cock as it thrust in and out of her pussy was a series of loud sucking 
sounds. 

Sharon felt the thrilling orgasm beginning to well up inside her as she 
continued pumping her ass back and forth. Her vaginal walls alternately 
rippled and smoothed themselves out as they glided along the length of his 
heatedly driving masculine poker. As she moved like a valve against a piston 
- perhaps the only valve in history to do the moving while the piston 
remained still- she was aware of how totally lusting and desirous she had 
become to remain with this man. She ached for physical release, but just as 
much wanted to feel his release inside her, as well. When thinking she had 
sunk to the lowest depths to which any human was capable of sinking, she 
had, in reality, climbed to the highest summit of love. Though the physical 
was a very definite part of her life, knowing how much she loved this man 
made his fucking of her seem all the more correct and moral. The mere fact 
that it was Lamont inside her made all this right. She needed him, needed to 
be fucked constantly by him, or at least as often as he was capable, taking 
into consideration some prolonged period of celibacy when he was working on 
his book. Certainly sex without love would mean nothing - or would it? 
Perhaps she ought to find out, at least once. 

Her lovely asscheeks continued slamming back wildly as the man's strong 
thighs kept on rubbing her lovely skin. Even the animal smell of this man 
was exceptional. She had smelled this same scent in other men at the 
hospital, though not nearly this strongly, and the fact that his particular 
odor invaded her nostrils was what made all this even more thrilling. Sharon 
felt her orgasm climbing higher and higher within her, and it finally hjt. 

"AAAAAIII IIYEEE EEEAAA AAGGGG HHH-... GGG GGHHHHA AAAHHH HHHIII IIIYYY 
AAAAAA IIIGGG HHHHHH ... WWW WWH-HHH AAAGGG GGHHHH!" she screamed wildly 
thrashing, insanely shuddering. 

Wet lubrication, so churned in her cunt that it had turned frothy and began 
seeping out of her, washing all over the man's throbbing penis and thighs, 
drenching his pelvis. The sensation was complete and unparalleled. It was 
ten times more powerful than her previous big orgasm, and she knew her next 
climax with Lamont would be even more powerful. Her head began bobbing up 
and down, and reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed a pillow from the 
head of the bed and clung to it for dear life. 

Now it was Lamont's turn to go berserk. He rammed forward with all his 
strength into her lovely tanned body, moving faster and faster, shortening 
his strokes as he speeded up the movement of his ass that much more. Her 
orgasmic oils made it that much easier for him to plunge into her, and he 
fitted every last swollen micro-millimeter into the sucking sheath of her 
womanly tunnel. 

"YYYYYYA AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGUUU UUU-NNN -NNNGGG HHHAAA UUUUUW WWW AAA RRRGGG 
HHHHAA AAANNN NNGGGG JJJUUU IIIRRR GGGGGG HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHHH!" he 
bellowed, then threw his weight totally on Sharon, making her knees collapse 
under her as he began spurting his sperm into her narrow core. 

His lips pressed into her shoulder from the rear, but he didn't bit down. 
His teeth did scrape her shoulder, but he had just enough control to keep 
himself from breaking her skin. Sharon wouldn't have felt it if he did bite 
her, because she was thrilling to the continual splashes of his sperm, 
inside. She had found the heaven she had been seeking. Somehow she had to 
make him understand that. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Without saying anything, Sharon had slowly begun to convey to Lamont that 
she was reciprocating his feeling for her. She seemed more careful about 
what she bought for herself, and when he was busy with his research, she 
managed to take care of the household bills, since he had given her a 
checking account of her own, as well. 

As a result, though her efficiency as a doctor remained high, her attitudes 
toward her patients improved immeasurably, until she realized they r 
actually liked her, and weren't merely tolerating her because she was able 
to treat them. But two particular patients mistook her smiling attitude for 
one of a woman trying to hint she was interested in something physical other 
than making them well. Arthur Fisler had always fancied himself a ladies' 
man, though it was his money that had bought and paid for women, and not his 
personality. The man was five-feet-ten-inches in height, with a face that 
reminded one of the puppet, Howdy Doody, but with glasses. Fisler was a real 
estate salesman, and a crooked one, at that. Though he would have been able 
to make millions in legitimate dealings, there was something in him that 
made him unhappy unless he cheated people. As a result, multitudes of 
lawsuits had been filed against him, but one irate client had gone after him 
with a shotgun, and had blasted her lower legs with rock salt. 

For the first two weeks in the hospital, Fisler had been unable to move 
following the operation that had removed all the rock salt from his legs. 
But now he was walking, and quite well, and as far as he was I concerned, 
the lovely blonde resident who visited him every day in order to collect 
another twenty-five dollars was a prime target for fucking. What was more, 
he intended fucking her. 

But Fisler knew better than to try it by himself. He j always tried conning 
some other man into a deal along with him so that if there was to be blame 
thrown at any one, it would be thrown at the hapless sucker he had chosen to 
join him. 

In this case, the sucker was Alfred Romeo, with the accent on the E in his 
last name. He claimed his father had been a distant relative of the Romeos 
who had started the Alfa Romeo auto company, and in every generation there 
had to be an Alfred. In his father's generation it had been the older man's 
brother. But since his son had been born before his brother's son, the 
Alfred had gone to the man who occupied the other bed in the semi-private 
room with Arthur Fisler. 

Alfred was neither tall or short, with thinning dark hair. He was a bank 
executive, and a bachelor. As a result, he went out of his way to look for 
interesting single women. This when Fisler told him about how Sharon was 
making eyes at the both of them, but for the sake of propriety she was going 
to try and fight them if they fucked her, Alfred was very interested. Fisler 
convinced him that the best thing was for the two of them to fuck Sharon, 
jointly. Alfred, only too willing to accept any woman's hole in which to 
bury his cock, fell in with Fisler's plan. If a woman wanted to get laid, 
but wanted to make it appear her virtue was still intact, he would play 
along. 

So it was, when Sharon entered their hospital room that particular Friday, 
and she walked over to check on Fisler, Romeo quietly closed the door, and 
then pulled his hospital bed against it to keep out unwanted intruders. 

Sharon, hearing the noise, turned and looked at him, and snapped, "Just what 
do you think you're doing?" 

"We don't think," Fisler replied. "We know - we're going to fuck you!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Sharon stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. She 
knew all she had to do was grab one of the hand buttons and press it, and 
some nurse or other would come to find out what was up when she saw the 
outside light on. But she noticed both Fisler and Romeo had removed the 
plugs from the buttons. 

"Playtime's over, fellas," she said to them. "Open up and let me out!" 

The hell we will," Fisler laughed, and suddenly he was out of bed, grabbing 
Sharon, hurling her to the bed, and holding her down as she struggled. 
Sharon kicked and bit, but Fisler was much stronger than she, and as a 
result, between him and Romeo, they had her clothes off in no time. Then 
Fisler told Romeo to take out his Polaroid One-Step from the nearby closet, 
and then began taking pictures of Sharon's naked body. 

"Now," Fisler said, as Romeo stacked the pictures at the other end of the 
room at the top of his own closet where she, being so tiny was unable to 
reach them, "either you fuck for us, or we show these pictures of you all 
over the hospital and tell everyone how you willingly posed for them." 

"You can't do that," Sharon insisted. "I'd be fired on the spot." 

"That's right, lady," Fisler nodded. "All we want is one solid fuck, then 
we'll give you back all the pictures. Hell we're both getting out of here 
tomorrow, anyway." 

"No," Sharon whimpered. 

"Yes," Fisler insisted, and grabbing her arms, forced her to lie flat on the 
bed on her belly. 

She struggled, but it was in vain. He was much too strong for her. In her 
effort to free herself from him, Sharon pushed her knees under her body and 
lifted herself up. This suited Romeo just fine, because it had been agreed 
that he was to get the ass, while Fisler would take the cunt. So while 
Fisler continued struggling with Sharon, gripping her wrists with one hand, 
and pressing down on her head with his other hand, the blonde's tan buttocks 
waved at Romeo as if giving him some sort of come-on. 

Romeo removed his hospital gown and kneed his way onto the bed behind 
Sharon. He peered intensely at the puckered little brown opening that was 
the female doctor's anal entry. Leaning forward, he even sniffed, and was 
surprised at how clean she was back there. 

The banker was glad Fisler had thought of this plan. God! It had been a 
while since he had fucked anything, much less an asshole. Right now he ached 
for his thickly swollen cock to penetrate the narrow little opening. He 
figured he was so good, that even in her ass, he would bring her all kinds 
of satisfaction, while at the same time enjoying her lovely young body. 

He gripped her tan asscheeks with his hands and slowly began pulling them 
apart, making Sharon gasp. She tried to flatten out on the bed, but Romeo 
grabbed the belt sash from Fisler's bathrobe, which was hanging nearby, and 
tied the sash around her knee-backs, and then over her back, forcing her to 
remain kneeling. 

No longer wanting to wait, he spit on the head of his penis, then pressed it 
to the brown bud of Sharon's rectum. When the blonde realized what Romeo had 
in mind, she struggled all the harder, wanting to scream. But when she 
opened her mouth, Fisler took his hand from her head and jammed a pillowcase 
into her mouth. He had taken it off his pillow in anticipation of this 
before Sharon had walked into the room. Then he used a second pillowcase to 
tie it in place. Having been a boy scout, he was very adept at knotting it 
with one hand, while he held Sharon's wrists together, down in front of her. 

Grunting with pleasure, Romeo pressed his penis all the more firmly against 
the pucker of her anus. Slowly, carefully, almost tenderly, he forced-fed 
the head of it into the narrow, virginal asshole. Little by little he began 
widening the anal opening, pushing in a little at a time, feeling her 
sphincter slowly beginning to yield. God! She had one tight asshole, this 
one. The harder she squeezed, the more determined he was to push the last 
inch of his cock into her rectum. Fortunately for Sharon, Romeo's cock was 
considerably thinner than that of Lamont Dennison. It was also slightly 
shorter. 

Fisler, on the other hand, dropping his pajama shorts, revealed he had a 
formidable cock. If not quite the length and width of Lamont's it was still 
more than large enough. 

The hard cock pushing into her rectum began moving circularly, as if intent 
of widening her even more. As a result, Romeo's cock seemed to thicken a bit 
more as lust filled him, and he shoved harder. 

"Wwwwwwaaa auuuurrrrg ggghhh!" Sharon gagged, her mind crying out with pain 
because all this hurt. She felt no love for either of these two men, and as 
a result, discovered she was getting no pleasure from what they were doing 
to her. 

But her gagging cries and sphincter resistance were not nearly enough to 
make Alfred Romeo relinquish the pleasurable sensations his invading cock 
felt from the delightful tightness of her crushing anal opening, as well as 
the softness of her surrounding asscheeks. 

"Ooooonnnnngggghhhhmmmmffff!" he grunted, and with a single final thrust, 
managed to slam the full length of his slender wand into her rectal 
passageway. "Hhhhhhaaaannnggghhh!" 

The warmth of her rounded buttocks against his masculine thighs, plus the 
heated dry flesh of her resilient rectum surrounding his throbbing, 
pulsating pole, added to the sight of the rectal narrowness widened by his 
immense thickness as it stretched to engulf the thickness filled the 
ass-fucking Romeo with a sense of delight he hadn't had in one helluva long 
time. Christ! This was the kind of fucking he ought to do more often. It 
felt good, really good! 

Sharon remained kneeling on the bed, tied into that position, her gagged 
face pressing into the mattress, well aware of the weightiness of the cock 
lodged inside her. It had hurt at first, hurt a lot, but the gag around her 
mouth kept her from yelling, and all she'd do would succeed in making 
herself hoarse while unable to effectively get off a scream. Unless an 
intern, a nurse of another doctor walked into the room, she was doomed to 
complete this horrible sodomizing. At the moment, she felt as if she was on 
the verge of being ripped wide open. 

She felt Romeo's cock pull back, then slowly push forward, then ease back, 
then forward again, as if he were in her cunt. Little by little her rectum 
was accustoming itself to what she was feeling, and the pain was fading. Her 
smooth, tightly clutching anal container was starting to accept the penis. 
Though she, herself, felt no joy at the prospect of all this, she had to 
admit certain physical sensations were superb. Not that they matched 
anything she'd felt with Lamont, but her body, in order to prevent her mind 
from snapping, was accepting any and all physical pleasure it was capable of 
getting. So as the cock mesmerically fucked into her ass, she acclimated 
herself to it and accepted whatever physical pleasure it was able to impart, 
though she was well aware there was no emotional feeling. 

At this point Sharon was only too well aware of the physical thrills 
building in her body. After all, her physical self knew nothing about love, 
and as a result, her body wanted to enjoy anything sexual, even this 
distorted, perverted kind of sex. The hot, hard head of the cock slid to the 
bottom of her rectum, not quite entering her colon as the man ground the 
base of his cock against the sucking anal pout between her tantalizingly 
round asscheeks. 

Aware there was no point in resisting, knowing the only way to hasten the 
end of this was to make them both come, and then hope they would give her 
those pictures, Sharon slammed her ass solidly back against Romeo's front, 
feeling his cock rotate within her, as if trying to grind its way even more 
deeply into her. Her posterior felt alive with tingling thrills, even if her 
body felt no emotional love for either of these men. It made her wonder how 
she would feel when Lamont finally back-doored her. Oddly enough, in spite 
of the fact that Lamont's cock was longer and thicker than the one tucked 
inside her right now, Sharon knew she would have loved to feel it there. 

Lamont had opened up and entire new universe to her, letting her know the 
ultimate sensation of love. These monsters were giving her pure physical 
feeling, but no love. Still, they were showing her yet another way her body 
might be used. 

Deeper, she thought, unable to say it aloud because she was gagged. Shove it 
in deeper, you short-cocked jerk! I can take more inside "Hey man," Fisler 
snapped, still holding Sharon's wrists. "I can't just stand by and watch all 
this. We agreed I get in on the action, too. Jesus!" 

"So who's stopping you?" Romeo wanted to know. 

He looked down at Sharon and saw the shining glow in her eyes. In spite of 
her being raped she was enjoying it. But then, he had been pretty certain 
she would. God! Like all women, she was just another hypocritical bitch. He 
liked the way she was kneeling, sort of in obeisance to the two cocks in the 
room while one of them continued nailing itself in and out of her shuddering 
anal clutch. His eyes, behind their glasses, bulged at the wanton spectacle, 
aware the two of them had become so involved in what they were doing, Sharon 
would offer no more resistance. He let go of her hands, and noted all she 
did was clutch the edge of the mattress to keep herself from being pushed 
forward. 

"God! You have such a wonderfully tight asshole, doctor," Romeo gasped at 
her. "Jesus! I'll bet it's never been fucked before. Bet you'll want it this 
way from now on!" 

The man continued his hard-driving thrusts, slamming his pulsating penile 
protruder all the more solidly into the wonderfully resisting rear tunnel of 
the lovely young lady before him. Sweat had broken out all over him, and 
Sharon's body glistened with a sheet of perspiration, as well. 

"Uuuuurrrrr mmmmmmpp hhhhhhhh wwww-wwww uuuuuuuu uuurrrrrpp hhhhhhhh!" 
Sharon's gagged voice gasped in a muffled way, her sighs and her groans a 
mixture of growing physical delight, even if she didn't love either of these 
men. She knew she was on her way to an orgasm, and though it would be a 
satisfactory one, it wouldn't be nearly as monumental as the smallest one 
she'd had with Lamont. Her face was a lined, contorted mask as she rammed 
her asscheeks back against Romeo's bucking loins. 

As far as Arthur Fisler was concerned, the time had come to sandwich the 
beautiful doctor. The two of them were precariously balanced on the bed as 
it was. One good shove would tumble them onto the floor, and the woman's 
asshole was so tight, it would keep Romeo's cock locked inside. Tipped the 
right way, they would fall on their backs, with Romeo hitting the floor 
first, and Sharon falling on top of him. Hell! That cock of Romeo's wasn't 
coming out until it shot its load. 

With Sharon lying on top of him, her hot cunt would be open and available to 
him, and when he fucked his own cock into it, her cunt would be all the 
tighter because of the pressure of Romeo's schlong in her ass. 

Yes, this was the time to make his dream come true. He was certain a woman 
like this had never had two cocks invading her body at the same time in her 
entire life. A good freaky sandwiching was just what the doctor ordered - in 
this case, Dr. Fisler. 

Removing his pajamas, Fisler let everything lie in the middle of the floor. 
His throbbing masculine cock jutted straight out in front of him, beneath 
his somewhat flabby belly. He took a few steps back to the bed where Sharon 
and Romeo were still performing their delightful sodomy, once again standing 
in front of Sharon's head. He gripped Sharon's long blonde hair, yanked her 
head up, and forced her to stare at his cock. The gagged woman gazed at the 
hard, red penis, snorting to herself that she had seen and felt better. She 
noted how anxiously the cock pulsated, an it was so red, it looked as if it 
belonged to the devil, himself. 

He literally whacked Sharon's cheeks with it a couple of times, then reached 
out and pushed against the side of both, Sharon and Romeo. The couple, 
precariously balanced as it was, toppled off the foot of the bed, onto the 
floor. As he had believed, Fisler saw Romeo fall on his back, and Sharon's 
asshole still tightly clutched his rod. Her own legs were bound in such a 
way that her knees were drawn up, thus offering him the plane of her cunt 
for deep penetration. 

"You just keep pumping that dong of yours into her ass from beneath," Fisler 
instructed to Romeo, who though bruised from the fall, hadn't broken or 
sprained anything. 

With that, he fell on the fucking couple, and he was pleased to note that 
Romeo had followed his instructions and hadn't let up for a moment. He was 
pounding all the more solidly into Sharon's ass with all the leverage he was 
able to muster from underneath. 

Fisler never hesitated for a moment. He aimed his long, throbbing cock 
between the lady doctor's thighs, then pressed his deep-red glans into her 
shuddering cunt. God! She was really tight! Slowly but surely he stabbed the 
full length of his masculine spear all the way into the sodden cave between 
her nakedly widespread thighs. 

"Aaaaaawwww wuuuurrr rmmmmppphh hhaa-aaww wwuuuuurr rrppphhh hh!" Sharon 
gagged out, but in spite of what Fisler believed, it wasn't a scream of 
fright or terror. This time it was a gasp of pleasure, for though she hated 
both men fucking her, her body felt cocks, and cocks made her physical self 
feel good. She almost welcomed the man's virile and stolid cock into her 
squeezing vaginal interior. She lay there, her knees still drawn up because 
of the robe sash, impaled on two stakes at the same time. She felt them fill 
her twin clasping orifices. A mere sliver of body tissue separated the two 
driving pricks, but Sharon was already able to sense them rubbing against 
one another. 

Fisler, extremely aroused from having watched his roommate nail his 
throbbing flesh spike into the rear-end of the lovely blonde doctor, began 
slamming all the more wickedly into the tendnerness of her liqueous center. 
Romeo, underneath, was more than happy to continue fucking the delectable 
female's ass, and he dug his heels into the floor and thrust straight up, 
driving his cock into the now even more narrow tightness of her rectum. 
Fisler's cock in her cunt made her ass a burning oven. 

After a few moments had passed, the two men caught the rhythm of what they 
were doing, and they began slamming the lovely woman back and forth as if 
she were a sack of malleable urethane. She continually looked glassy-eyed, 
overwhelmed from so much fucking as the two men kept on pounding into her, 
repeatedly bruising her interior flesh, but in such a way that she loved it. 
They speeded up their fucking with the passing seconds, making her love it 
even more. 

Sharon was in physical heaven. Granted it would have been even more 
enjoyable had she had her cunt and asshole surrounding Lamont's cock - 
obviously a physical impossibility since Lamont didn't have two cocks - 
however, like the old Confucian saying stated, when rape is unavoidable, one 
should do one's best to enjoy it. She would fix these two before they left 
the hospital, and she would see to it Lamont never found out about this. She 
would also make sure never to visit a patients' room in the future unless 
she had a nurse with her. This would be the first and only time she would 
ever cheat on Lamont and it was not a willing cheat. It was something she, 
herself, was unable to avoid. 

Having been fucked by Lamont, Sharon decided it was impossible for her to 
really enjoy any other cock as much. Even though she felt an impending dual 
climax, one in her cunt and one in her ass, she knew the two combined 
wouldn't match the power of the weakest one she had enjoyed with Lamont. 
This manhandling by these two had taught her at least one important thing, 
and that was, if she wanted to really have a happy life with Lamont, she had 
better put away her stubborn pride, come right out and tell him she loved 
him, and if, as she suspected, he still loved her, they would have a 
wonderful future in front of them. 

The two penises continued wetting themselves down in the depths of Sharon's 
trembling body. The one in her hot cunt received the full benefit of her 
pussy's oily secretions, while the one in her rectum was soaking in the 
juices emitted by its own spongy tip. 

Fisler saw the ragged edges of the helpless blonde's pussy drawing back each 
time his throbbing cock was on the outstroke, then he all but slavered with 
delight at the way the labia folded back in on themselves each time he 
powered forward, driving his masculine pylon back into the simmering 
sweetness of the female doctor's squeezing pussy. He was certain her asshole 
looked just as arousing with Romeo's cock moving in and out of the narrow 
vent. Christ! Considering how much weight lay on top of Romeo, he was 
pumping in and out with demonic fury. 

"Anh! Onh! Ooonh! Hhhhhuuuunnnnnhhh!" the lovely blonde chanted though the 
gags were still clogging her mouth. 

She chanted repeatedly in time to the wickedly wild thrusts of the twin 
penises stuffing and filling her two lower feminine tunnels. Their movements 
became more and more violent and swift, plunging rapidly into her, mashing 
her solidly between them as if she were some kind of rubber doll created for 
the express purpose of being double-fucked. The two men were also groaning, 
their coarse grumbling moans intermingling in a cacophony of maddening 
sexual abandonment. 

Fisler was a man who basically hated everyone. In ravaging this cunt, he was 
expressing his hate, not merely for Sharon, but for all womankind. By 
involving Romeo with him, he was showing his disdain for mankind, as well. 
Rather than lift himself up to some- one else's loftier level, he preferred 
dragging them down to his own level. 

Romeo, on the other hand, was a pure sexual glutton. He loved fucking, but 
until this time, it had been strictly one-on-one. Thinking how great tbis 
was, he wondered how it would feel to have two women working on him at once, 
and he resolved, once he was out of the hospital, he would find out. 

Sharon felt it. The dual climax within her was mounting that much faster and 
higher, now. It was building to immense proportions, and though there was a 
lack of emotional feeling within her, there was still a great amount of dual 
physical energy crackling through her. She was going to come, and if it 
wasn't as magnificent an orgasm as those she'd felt with Lamont, the fact 
that two of them were overtaking her at once meant she was physically going 
to be inundated. 

"WWWWWA AAAAAAU UUURRR RRRGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA RRRRRR GGGGGG UUU-MMM MMHHH 
HHHAAA AAAGGG GGGGGG HHH-RRR RRRGGG HHHAAA CCCHHH HHHM!" she screamed, only 
to have the sound came out muffled. What was more, because the two men took 
their own sweet time in coming, her pinnacle repeated itself again and 
again. 

Finally the two men exploded in her; Romeo first, then Fisler almost 
immediately afterward. Apparently they were still considerably weaker than 
they had thought, because their orgasms drained them of any and all 
strength. Fisler rolled off Sharon and lay on the floor. 

Sharon picked herself up, feeling Romeo's cock pop out of her ass, and with 
sperm dripping from both her holes, dragged a chair to Romeo's closet, 
climbed up and took out the pictures, tearing them up and flushing them down 
the toilet in the nearby bathroom. Then she carefully washed herself out, 
resolving to take a bath when she got home, stepped out of the room, found 
the Polaroid camera, took a photo of the two men lying on the floor, naked, 
with their penises dripping sperm. Their lying next to one another made it 
look as if they had indulged in something homosexual. 

Hurriedly dressing, she managed to drag the bed away from the door, stepped 
out into the hall, and walking over to the nearby bulletin board, making 
sure no one was looking when she tacked up the picture. Then she went to 
where their charts were being kept, at the nurses' station, and prescribed 
heavy laxatives for both of them, for the next twelve hours, dosages to be 
repeated ever three hours. On top of that, both were to receive two barium 
enemas apiece. 

Smiling to herself, she determined that neither would dare admit to having 
raped her, but both would be very sore, rectally, for at least a week once 
they got out. 

Checking her watch, she saw it was time to leave. Well, it had been an 
interesting day, if not necessarily a totally enjoyable one. She hoped to 
make the evening more pleasant. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

That night, Sharon had a candlelight dinner prepared when Lamont emerged 
from his private den. Though the man had been working intently on his new 
book, the seductive atmosphere got to him, especially seeing Sharon dressed 
in a low-cut, green cocktail sheath. 

"Well now," he asked, "what in the world is this all about?" 

"It's simple," Sharon told him. "I've been a spoiled brat, and I know it. I 
realized today just how much I do love you, Lamont. I have no right to ask 
you to love me back. I did treat you miserably at one time, and the things 
you've done to me don't begin to make up for the emotional hurt I once 
caused you." 

"Well this certainly is a new wrinkle," Lamont replied. 

"It's no wrinkle, it's the truth," Sharon answered. "I don't deserve a man 
like you. Certainly I don't deserve to be loved by you, though to be frank, 
I realize I'm madly in love with you, now. I always will be, and if you'll 
have me, I'll live with you on whatever terms you propose. You don't have to 
marry me or even support me. Just let me stay around and love you." 

"Sharon," he said, walking over to her, "I don't know what kind of bitchy 
trick you're pulling, but I confess, I like it. So I'm going to go along 
with it right to the end." 

"It's no trick," she insisted. "I'm yours, all yours, and you can do 
anything you want with me from now on." 

She proved it that night by letting him sodomize her, afterwards she had him 
fuck her in her cunt and then in her mouth. When it was over, she kissed and 
hugged him. 

Lamont found it initially difficult to believe, but as the weeks went by, he 
saw how amenable she had become, and he realized she did love him, and just 
as much as he loved her. 

So he tied her to him the rest of his life by marrying her. To say their 
life was all roses after that would be a lie, because both were 
strong-willed, and sometimes they fought like cats and dogs. But they never 
went to bed angry. Furthermore, not a night went by that Sharon didn't make 
sure that man's cock was in at least one of her holes, because she 
experienced an orgasm no matter where he fucked her. In point of fact, it 
was a far better relationship than an thing she had previously dreamed 
about. 


End
