Nurse Sally
by John Lewis 


FOREWORD 

In recent years in America, the puritanical concept of sin has softened 
somewhat to confront reality. As we've come to realize, the original 
Puritans weren't so much pure as they were covert. If they weren't caught 
sinning, they weren't sinners. 

Nothing has been more basic to the Puritan instinct than sex. It permeated 
the law, it dictated tradition and custom, and it was always the most 
popular transgression that the individual could dabble in. 

Sex has always fascinated men. Not just Americans, but men in the generic 
sense of the race. And in the last two decades the American public has 
learned to accept sex as something more than just a sin. Sexual conduct is 
no longer the single criteria needed to make an outcast of a man or woman. 
The key now is sexual conduct where and when. 

Americans have grown up so that even sexuality can be put in the context 
that there is a time and a place for it. 

And conversely, it might be suggested that there is a time and place when it 
shouldn't be. 

This is a novel about the secret core of sexuality that lies lurking in most 
men and women. But most men and women have a maturity which allows them to 
control their own urges. Thus the eruption that takes place in this book is 
out of the ordinary. But not extraordinary. 

On a daily basis, men and women succumb to their innermost sexual urges. 
Peeping Toms, exhibitionists, streakers, masturbators, fellators, breast 
suckers, homosexuals, people who tell dirty jokes, beauty contest spectators 
and a host of other persons motivated by some sexual quirk are succumbing to 
that quirk. 

It doesn't make them bad-or good. But most people aren't one or the other 
anyway. They don't wish ill to others. Their goal is simply to satisfy 
themselves. Sometimes the drive toward that goal is so strong that they 
forget there is a time and a place that is proper. Then they are in conflict 
with society. 

That's what this book is about. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Stop that! No! Just what do you think you're doing?" 

Sally Banner was writhing in a futile attempt to escape the clutches of the 
handsome young intern. In her starched nurse's uniform, her voluptuous 
titties were rolling to and fro. 

The sandy-haired, muscular man had her trapped in a corner of the 
examination room where she had come to replenish supplies during the quiet, 
pre-dawn hours. He must have sneaked up behind her, for one moment Sally was 
laying out thermometers and cotton swabs, believing herself to be all alone, 
and the next she felt big, strong hands cupping her breasts and squeezing 
the pliant flesh. Hot, forbidden thrills shot through her, and she whirled 
around to confront her attacker. 

He was grinning. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Shit, I just knew you didn't 
wear any bra!" 

"What I wear or don't wear is none of your business, Dr. Marshall!" Sally 
angrily retorted. "And please don't say shit. I detest that word!" 

"Call me Ron," the intern said, and went for her lips as he drew her 
38-23-36 form against him. 

Sally's continued struggling made it difficult for him to connect with his 
target. But finally he succeeded in doing so, and his firm lips pressed her 
soft, moist ones apart. His demanding tongue pressed between them and forced 
her teeth apart as well. While he raped her mouth, she squirmed heatedly 
against him. 

Her heat resulted not only from anger over the man's forceful onslaught, 
which seemed to take for granted that she was fruit ripe for plucking, but 
also from the sexual arousal which his actions had inspired. Sally didn't 
want to respond to him, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His hands, 
which stroked greedily over her hips and thighs and across her shivery, 
plump buttocks, spread fire through her flesh. As she squirmed against him 
in a vain effort to escape from the corner in which he had her wedged, the 
rubbing of her unfettered breasts against her starched uniform which was 
pressed against his body caused her nipples to stand up hard. Those 
sensitive nubbins sent back hot signals which her nineteen-year-old brain 
couldn't deny. 

Ron's meaty tongue churned in her mouth. His lips sucked hungrily at her 
sweetness. Down below, a hardness pressed against Sally's middle, and this 
further inflamed her anger and passion, both at the same time. 

When she felt Ron's hands grasping her skirt and hauling it upward, stark 
fear-of her own responses as well as of what Ron obviously planned to 
do-gave her the power to wrench her mouth free of his rapacious kiss. 

She panted, "No! We can't! STOP it!" 

Ron took a backward step, but not to release her-only to see what, he was 
uncovering as he slid her skirt up her thighs. Since it was a warm night, 
and Sally hadn't worn panty-hose, her smooth, cream-colored legs were bare. 
Higher and higher Ron slid her skirt until the elasticized edges of her 
white nylon panties came into view. The girl's continued writhing enhanced 
the enticement of her sleekly sheathed hips as Ron pulled her nurse's 
uniform waist-high. 

Blushing furiously, Sally struck at his head and shoulders with her flailing 
hands. But she was afraid to strike him hard because he was a doctor and 
could ruin her career if he so chose. She still couldn't believe he would go 
so far as to rape her right there in the clinic. 

"Ooh, don't! Please stop it!" she cried. 

Ron's warm brown eyes swept her up and down as he held her at arm's length, 
lustfully admiring every inch of her loveliness from her tousled brown hair, 
streaked with blonde, to the bountiful, hobbling mounds at the front of her 
uniform, to her panty-clad hips and mouth-watering thighs which tapered down 
to trim calves and ankles. 

"Jesus, but you're lovely!" he said. "I've got to . . ." 

His actions finished the sentence as he clutched Sally by the waist and 
boosted her backward onto a counter top. She felt a shocking sensation as 
her lightly pantied ass smacked down on the cold Formica. But she wasn't 
completely on the counter ; the softness between her thighs was hanging over 
the edge. 

Ron wrenched her thighs apart and attacked that vulnerable part of her 
anatomy, first cupping the nylon-clad plushiness with his hand. 

"OOH!" Sally exclaimed as a dizzying thrill shot through her. 

"Let's just get those cute pants out of the way," Ron said, and hooked the 
elastic at her crotch, drawing it to the opposite side. 

He gazed down at the blondish brown hair that gushed out, split by the most 
adorable beige cunt-al lips that he had ever seen-and he had seen more than 
a few since becoming a doctor. 

Sally was aghast at the fact of her exposure and at the quivering, yearning 
sensations that were coursing through her. Her dismay was heightened by the 
towering hump at the front of the doctor's white pants. 

How he wants to stick that big prick of his into me! she thought. And how I 
need it! Ooh God, how I need it! 

But I can't let him do it! That would be AWFUL! 

Sally resumed writhing, trying to push forward off the counter. But the 
doctor wedged himself into her crotch, holding her firmly in place. The 
erect hardness which threatened to burst his pants was pressed against her 
panty-sheathed belly. His hand remained in her crotch, and it began to do a 
dirty thing to her as his other hand clutched a spongy-firm breast. Working 
his fingers between his loins and hers, Ron gently pinched the hairy, soft 
lips of her cunt. He stroked the meaty labia against each other, stimulating 
her trapped clitoris in a way that threatened to drive her wild. 

All the fight went out of Sally. She moaned, her cherry lips hanging open. 
Her white teeth gleamed. Her pink tongue-tip was visible. 

Moisture gushed from her intimate glands to slicken the lips Ron was 
rubbing. His impetuous middle finger entered the slippery slit between them. 

"Oooh, don't DOOOO it!" Sally begged. 

But her aroused hips thrust forward to entrap the man's penetrating finger. 
He pressed her hotly tingling clit as his finger slid fully into her 
lathered channel. He felt her cunt throb grabbing around him. 

Puritanical as Sally seemed, she was not a virgin. Ron wondered fleetingly 
who had gotten to her and when. He was all but certain that it hadn't 
happened during the two weeks she had worked at the clinic, because she had 
earned a reputation among the male staff as being untouchable. Ron had never 
been one to accept a girl at face value, however. And he happily had 
convinced himself tonight that her pretenses were a sham. 

He slipped a second finger into her cunt and found the going very tight. He 
rubbed his free hand across her hobbling breasts, thrilling to their 
fullness and the thrust of her rock-hard nipples which dented her white 
uniform. He wanted to bare her titties, but that would have required two 
hands and he had to keep his other hand where it was. 

He stroked two fingers up and down in her cunt. 

Sally turned on more strongly than she had in months. Her lightly-clad ass 
squirmed on the counter top, and she moved her hips in what could only be 
described as a fucking rhythm. Sally recognized it as such and was all the 
more dismayed. 

She had told herself that she must never again yield to a man, that she 
truly didn't want to, but she found herself inwardly screaming for Ron's big 
prick. She felt that wondrous instrument pressing against her through their 
clothes, and she wanted to grasp it. She wanted to strip the awful thing 
bare and point it down into her wet, spasming crevice. Somehow she resisted 
the urge, contenting herself at the moment with Ron's devilishly diddling 
fingers. 

Tossing her head back and holding her mouth open wide, she screwed her 
slippery, grabbing warmth around his rhythmic penetrations. He leaned 
forward and pressed his open mouth to hers. His tongue surged forward atop 
the cushiony softness which hers provided, and he felt her tongue come 
alive. Their tongues sensuously stroked as his saliva drooled into her mouth 
and she swallowed it. 

This oral stimulation, added to the thrill of having her pussy plundered by 
Ron's fingers, heightened the excitement which was flooding her fevered 
brain. She clutched the man who was frigging and French-kissing her. Her 
bare calves hooked around the backs of his trousered thighs. She screwed her 
hips heatedly around his digital plunges. 

Bong ... bong . . . bong . . . bong . . . 

"Oh, shit!" Ron exclaimed, panting as he pulled his mouth free. "There's 
some fucking emergency. I've got to go." 

There's a fucking emergency right here! Sally wanted to reply. But she 
couldn't bring herself to be so bold. Still, she hated the electronic signal 
which was continuing to sound from the speaker on the wall of the 
examination room. 

She pushed her skirt down as Ron backed up. Her panty crotch had snapped 
into place when he had withdrawn his hand, and the soft nylon was absorbing 
the copious flow of her cuntal juices. 

"Shall I ... go with you?" Sally struggled to ask as she slid forward on 
shaky legs. She adjusted her little white cap which had slipped askew. 

"You're not on emergency duty," Ron said. "Just go about your regular work." 
He was looking down at the hump in the front of his trousers. "God damn! How 
am I going to make my cock go down?" 

Sally knew how that could be accomplished and, at the moment, she dearly 
wanted to do it. But there wasn't time. 

"Think relaxing thoughts," Sally said inanely. She was still panting in the 
throes of unfulfilled passion. 

"Oh, sure!" Ron sarcastically snapped. He began pacing back and forth, 
hoping that this would get his blood circulating into other parts. "Just 
don't go off duty this morning until I see you. We've got to finish what we 
started." 

Sally didn't reply. Now that Ron's stimulations were gone, her puritanical 
conscience was regaining control. 

I acted like a slut! she thought. I can't let myself behave that way again! 

Ron tossed her a grin, as he headed for the door. "Well, I guess I can get 
back to work," he said. "But remember. We've got some unfinished business." 

He winked and left the room. 

Sally smoothed her uniform, conscious that her nipples were still stiff and 
her panties were sopped against the burning flesh between her thighs. She 
turned and completed arranging the thermometers and other implements on the 
counter. 

She was trying to remember what she had to do next. 

Oh, yes! she suddenly recalled. I have to bathe the patient in Room 12. He's 
being operated on at six o'clock. 

Sally hurried from the room, her damp thighs scissoring together. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Southside Industrial Clinic, where Sally was serving an apprenticeship 
as part of her nurse's training, was affiliated with several factories in 
the area. It furnished out-patient services under a group medical plan and 
had two dozen overnight beds for patients requiring observation or minor 
surgery. 

Sally's pussy was throbbing when she arrived at Room 12 to bathe a 
middle-aged man who was in for the removal of a small cyst on his back. The 
surgery was scheduled for early in the morning so that a biopsy could be 
completed before the end of the day and, if the results were negative as 
anticipated, the patient could be discharged that night. Otherwise he would 
have to be transferred to a full-fledged hospital for further tests and 
treatment. 

Sally snapped on the ceiling light, and the man in the bed nearest the door 
grunted and rolled over. When his tired eyes took in the bulge of the young 
nurse's tits, he smiled even though he had just been shocked from sleep. 

"Time for your bath, Mr. Purvis," Sally announced, her tone less composed 
than usual. 

"Already?" Purvis grumbled. "Shit, it's the middle of the night!" 

"Please don't say shit, Mr. Purvis," Sally said, wondering why men had to 
talk so nasty. "I have to bathe you because you're going to be operated on 
in a little over an hour," she continued as she placed her basin of water, 
sponge, and towel on the bedside stand. 

The patient's sleepy eyes undressed her. She could feel him mentally toying 
with her breasts. Though Purvis wasn't very attractive, with his thin face 
stubbled by an overnight beard and his graying hair mussed up, Sally was in 
such an aroused state that even he appealed to her. 

The room's other bed was occupied by a man of about the same age as Purvis. 
He had awakened and turned onto his side, facing Sally. He didn't say 
anything, but she could feel his eyes caressing her lustfully. 

Trying to steady her nerves, the young nurse lowered the sheet which covered 
Purvis and asked him to sit up. She drew his hospital gown off his 
shoulders. 

"Now just lie back," she directed, still tense. 

She had bathed many patients, and it usually hadn't bothered her. But this 
morning she felt different, thanks to the abortive sexual treatment she had 
gotten from Dr. Marshall. Her pussy remained disturbingly moist and tingly. 

As Purvis lay back, his eyes became fixed to the little bumps in Sally's 
uniform at the apex of her round, full breasts. 

She began sponging his shoulders and chest. She dried that area after 
washing it thoroughly and asked the patient to roll onto his stomach. She 
washed his back, paying special attention to the small lump which was going 
to be removed by surgery that morning. 

As she drew the bedsheet farther down, her edginess increased. She washed 
the man's hairy legs, then lifted his hospital gown away from his buttocks. 
The skimpy mounds had a light scattering of hair on them, but a great deal 
more hair was visible at the base of the crack between them. Sally tried not 
to look there, but couldn't avoid it when she began to wash that area. 

Purvis watched her from over his shoulder as she sponged his buttocks and 
the tops of his thighs. The sponge, and sometimes Sally's fingers as well, 
bumped the back of his balls. 

"Turn over now," she said a bit huskily after she had dried off his rump. 

Purvis quickly rolled onto his back. His penis flopped into view, his 
hobbling balls beneath it. 

Sally steeled herself, saying inwardly, This is just a job-it doesn't mean 
anything. 

But that wasn't how she felt as she began handling and sponging the man's 
soft but sizable privates. He watched from beneath lowered lids as the 
pretty blonde nurse went about her task with apparent unconcern. That is, 
she seemed unconcerned unless one were to study her eyes intently and note 
the tiny twitches of her soft, sensuous mouth. 

Sally was wishing--and hating herself for it--that Purvis's rubbery cock 
might stiffen in her hands, as Ron Marshall's cock had stiffened while he 
had toyed with her. She wanted to see a big, hard prick pointing rigidly 
toward her. She wanted to have a . . . 

No! she thought sternly. I DON'T want to have it! I was fucked once and it 
was awful! I don't want to be fucked again . . . ever! 

In spite of this firm resolve, Sally had become very excited by the time she 
finished washing the patient's genitals. Her nerves were atingle as she 
helped him back Into his gown and raised the sheet when he lay back. 

"If I were a younger man . . ." Purvis said, eyeing her with a twinkle. 

"You'd better relax," Sally told him. "They're going to be coming to get you 
very soon to take you to the operating room." 

As if she possessed some sixth sense, the door opened at that moment. As 
husky orderly entered with a rolling bed. He gave Sally a stripping glance, 
then turned to Purvis, and had the man get on the bed. 

As they left, Sally was placing the sponge she had used on Purvis into the 
basin of water. She put the damp towel over her arm and lifted the basin. As 
she turned to go, her gaze swept the far side of the room where the other 
occupant had lain watching her bathe Purvis. 

The impressionable young nurse received a shock which nearly caused her to 
drop the basin of water. The patient was lying on his back, but his face was 
turned toward her, and he was smiling. This wasn't what startled her, 
however. She was staring at a huge hump in the man's sheet, at just about 
the point where his legs joined his body. 

Sally's lips parted. She couldn't say anything for a moment. Her knees felt 
weak. Fresh juice spurted from her intimate glands, spreading a new glaze on 
the lips of her pussy. 

Suddenly she asked, as if without thinking, "Would you, uh, like a bath too, 
Mister . . . uh . . . Tolliver, isn't it?" 

"Yeah. Clint Tolliver." The robust, middle-aged man grinned stronger. "And I 
really think I could use a bath-that is, if you've got the time, honey." 

"Of course I have the time." 

Sally blushed as she approached Tolliver's bed, carrying the basin of water 
and towel. She set it on his nightstand. Staring close up at the bulge in 
the center of his bedsheet, she felt more flustered than ever. 

"Well, let's see now . . ." she began and let the sentence trail off. 

She was swishing the sponge in the water as she continued to gaze at the 
man's covered erection. Without thinking that she was about to use the same 
sponge and water on him that she had used on the other patient, Sally 
slipped her hand under the bedsheet. 

She grasped the man's hot, throbbing cock. 

A palpable jolt went through him, and he sat up, grinning hard. Sally's pink 
lips formed a big O as her delicate fingers measured, under the sheet, a 
male sexual tool that had to be ten inches long. 

"Like it?" the man asked. "Ooh my, yes! NO! I mean . . ." "Baby, I don't 
think you know what you mean," Tolliver said as she continued to stroke him. 
"But 

I think you know what you want." He threw the sheet off. 

Sally stared at the monstrous cock she was holding. It stuck up like a 
telephone pole, but was much, much thicker in proportion to its length. The 
skin of its shank, where Sally's fingers were wrapped about it, was 
brownish, while the head was a purplish-rosy hue. The knob seemed big as a 
fist, with a flared slit at its tip which oozed a clear, glistening fluid. 

"Are you just gonna stare at it," the man asked in a guttural tone, "or is 
there something else you'd like to do with it?" "I . . . I . . ." 

Sally dropped the bathing sponge back into the water. 

The man reached out, encircling the young nurse with his arm. She gasped 
when his hand lit on the back of her thigh, underneath her skirt. His hand 
slid upward along her smooth skin. He crossed the elastic leg band of her 
panties and stroked her rubbery buttocks which were sheathed in filmy nylon. 
As he stared up at her, still grinning, he rolled the voluptuous cheeks of 
her bottom through her sheer panties. 

Sally wanted to collapse. She felt as if her legs couldn't hold her. Her 
flesh was afire from head to toes. She kept staring down at the man's huge 
cock which she was holding in a tight grip. The head of his tool seemed to 
swell even larger, and it turned a darker hue. More moisture oozed out of 
its slit to wash down over the bulb. 

Sally's own glands were exuding juice like mad. Her panties were plastered 
wetly to the lips of her cunt. 

"Come on, nursie," the patient said as he gave the seat of her silken 
panties a smack. "Climb on board, huh?" 

Tolliver boosted her-but Sally helped, as well -and she was dismayed when 
she found herself mounted astride his waist. His prick was poking her 
ass-crack through her panties. The man opened the buttons on the front of 
her uniform. 

He could see the inner halves of her round, erect tits. After undoing the 
last button, he spread the edges of her uniform wide apart, and her titties 
shoved out in the nude-big, ripe, and gorgeous, with nipple-disks the size 
of half-dollars surrounding pink, succulent stems that surged forward. 

"Shit!" the man exclaimed happily, and gave a lascivious chuckle as he 
gathered the softly firm beauties in his hands. Squeezing them, he forced 
the nipples farther forward yet. He stroked his thumbs across the rubbery 
nubs, bending them this way and that. 

Sally whined like a bitch in heat. 

"Jumping Jesus, are you built!" Tolliver said. "I could fuck you fifty times 
a day!" 

"Oooh, noooh . . . nooooh . . ." Sally panted. 

"Come here!" the man ordered. He grasped her rump, underneath her skirt. 
Clutching both ass-cheeks through her silk panties, he drew her forward. 

What in the world is he DOING? Sally thought through the swirling sensations 
that fogged her brain. 

She soon found out, for Tolliver drew her panty-clad crotch right to his 
face. He pressed his parted lips against the sopped nylon that covered her 
cunt. He began to suck and champ noisily. 

Sally had never felt so humiliated-or so thrilled! 

The man was eating her right through her panties. 

She moaned and writhed, shaking her titties to and fro as she smeared her 
wet panty-crotch over Tolliver's mouth and nose. Her nurse's cap fell off. 
The man was rolling her ass-cheeks in her pants. She throbbed deep inside. 

Suddenly Tolliver pushed her back and grasped the belly band of her bikini 
pants. He pulled them down and she raised herself on her knees to let the 
skimpy garment slide out from under her butt. Then balancing precariously on 
his middle, she stuck her legs in the air and let him pull her panties all 
the way off. He flung them across the room. 

"Now sit on my prick!" he demanded coarsely. 

"Ooh, yes . .. yessss!" Sally hissed. She scrambled backward. Her brain was 
reeling giddily. She knew she should control herself but couldn't. 

Tolliver's prick bumped her bare ass, and she raised herself to let it flip 
forward. She clutched the wonderful warm, throbbing shaft and raised her 
hips again. Feeling she was doing something awful, she pointed the man's 
pecker right up at the flaring pink slit between her thighs. 

"OOOH!" she exclaimed as she sat on it. 

She thrilled wildly as the huge shaft parted the lips of her pussy and 
surged up her tight channel. She was so slippery inside that the tightness 
was no problem. Tolliver's cock bumped the end of her tunnel, and she feared 
for a moment that it would rupture something. She raised herself quickly. 

"You can handle it," Tolliver said. "But you're sure as hell snug! Go nice 
and easy. Fuck it just the way you like. Baby, I want you to get your rocks 
off, too." 

"Oh, how I need to!" Sally wantonly exclaimed, and she began to screw him in 
a circular motion while still partially elevated on her knees. 

Gradually she let herself down, taking more and more of his horse's cock 
inside her until finally she had it all and was sitting on his nuts. 

"I didn't think . . ." she panted, "that any man . . . could be so HUGE!" 

"I'm big, all right," Tolliver said with a proud grin. "Lots of gals have 
told me that. The bigger the better, they say." 

"Ooh, wowww!" was all Sally could reply as she rotated her hips and felt the 
bulging head of his big cock stirring deep inside her-much deeper than the 
man had gone who had raped her on campus the previous spring. 

Tolliver writhed with eyes shut, luxuriating in the wonderful, twisting 
embrace of the girl's warm, wet, clasping cunt. He reached up and grasped 
her titties. He milked at the luscious mounds, squeezing and pulling on her 
nipples. 

Moving slowly at first, until her pussy had accommodated itself to the man's 
tremendous size, Sally gradually increased the tempo of the screwing. True 
to his word, Tolliver let her set the pace. He merely twisted and bumped a 
little. 

Soon she was rollicking up and down, her titties bouncing like rubber balls 
as she fucked the man's dick with a passionate vengeance. 

Nothing had ever felt so good as that monstrous cock surging up and down in 
her narrow channel, reaming it with every thrust, the bulging cockhead 
sending ripples along her cuntal walls, stroking her red-hot clit. 

"God!" she cried. "Ooh, that's wild!" 

"You love it, don't you?" Tolliver husked as she kept bobbing up and down. 

"Man, it's the . . . greatest! Ooh, you . . . monster! GIVE it to me! Jam 
it! Stick it right up to my throat!" Sally knew she was babbling like a 
slut, but she didn't care. 

Tolliver began to slam his crotch into her furry softness, driving his dick 
for all he was worth while she bounced wildly atop him. Thrill after giddy 
thrill pounded upward into her fevered brain. She had never had such a time 
as this. The furtive rape on campus was like nothing by comparison, and Dr. 
Marshall's diddling had only been a tease. 

Suddenly Sally leaned forward, mashing her breasts against Tolliver's torso, 
and she bore down with her clit against his hard, stroking rod. She wriggled 
her ass as she screwed him with even greater intensity. Tolliver slashed 
upward into her, seeming to possess the ability to last all day. 

But Sally could tell that she wasn't going to last much longer. She sucked 
in her breath and held it as a glorious tension seized her. At last she was 
going to know what it was like to come and come big. 

She fucked harder. 

Tolliver fucked upward into her. 

Together they made the bed rock. 

Sweating and clutching, their impassioned bodies slapped and slithered 
together. Then . . . 

Sally's scream split the early-morning silence. Tolliver growled fiercely 
and clutched her ass-cheeks hard, pulling them wide apart as he jammed her 
down fully onto him. His giant prick jerked deep inside her rippling cunt, 
and she felt his hot spurts tickle her innermost being. Her orgasm blossomed 
into a wondrous wave of warmth which baked all the tension from her tissues 
and left her lying limp atop Tolliver, panting and mewing in total 
satisfaction. 

That he was satisfied as well, she had no doubt, for his cock had turned 
limp inside her. He was gently caressing her back and flanks and bottom. 

She dizzily sat up. 

"Ooh, myyyy!" she said, her brain feeling light as a feather. Tolliver 
chuckled. 

She had just buttoned the top of her dress and climbed off the patient when 
the door of the room burst open and an orderly appeared-the same husky man 
who had taken Purvis away. 

"Did that scream come from in here?" the fellow demanded, looking Sally up 
and down, then glancing at the patient who rested calmly in bed, covered up 
to his chest. 

Sally struggled desperately to compose herself. She knew her hair was a 
fright, and her cap was gone. And her pants! 

Oh God, where are my pants? she thought. 

"Say, what's been going on?" the orderly asked, obviously suspicious. 

"N-nothing!" Sally said, her cheeks a deep rosy hue. 

She picked up her wash basin and towel and hurried from the room. 

The orderly gave a final glance at the patient who by that time had closed 
his eyes as if asleep. Then the young man followed Sally. As he left the 
room, he noticed a puff of white nylon lying on the floor, next to the wall. 

Alone, Tolliver got out of bed and hobbled across the room, favoring the 
injured foot which had brought him to the clinic. He picked up Sally's 
panties and carried them back to his bed. He crawled under the sheet and lay 
back, placing the panties on his nose. 

He deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the girl he had just fucked. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The orderly, whose name was Sam Patchett, maintained a discreet distance 
behind Sally as she walked down the corridor, her bottom twisting sensuously 
in her snug skirt. It was plain that she wasn't wearing a girdle, and Sam 
suspected that she didn't even have panties on. 

He waited until she turned into a small supply room to get rid of the basin 
and sponge she had used on Purvis, then the orderly quickened his pace and 
entered the room behind her, after which he shut and locked the door. 

Sally whirled at the sound. 

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Checking up on you," the beefy 
young man said. 

"Just what do you mean?" 

Sally's cheeks were still somewhat flushed, but she had recovered enough of 
her composure to reassume the pose of Little Miss Puritan. This wasn't a 
deliberate deception on Sally's part. Pure was the way she wanted to be, and 
the way she always had been until lately. The rape had begun to change her, 
and the events of that early morning at the clinic had moved the process 
along. 

"You were screwing that patient," Sam accused. 

"I certainly was not!" Sally maintained in a tone and haughty manner that 
might have convinced almost anyone. Anyone who hadn't seen the way she 
looked a little while ago, that is, with her hair mussed and her clothes 
wrinkled ... and who hadn't seen a white puff that looked suspiciously like 
her panties lying on the floor. 

Sam had, and he wasn't fooled. 

"Come here," he said, grasping Sally by an arm and pulling her against him. 

"Let go of me!" she demanded. 

"Not just yet," Sam replied. 

Holding her close to him, he reached down and put his hand under the back of 
her skirt. Quickly scooting it up her bare thighs, he pressed an insolent 
finger against her buttocks. No panties impeded his progress as he twisted 
his finger between her satiny mounds, right at-and partially into-her hot 
little asshole. 

Sally gasped. As soon as she could recover her senses, she swung a hand and 
slapped Sam stingingly across the face. 

"You wild bitch!" he snarled, and pushed her against a wall. 

Sally realized immediately that she shouldn't have slapped him. He was 
strong enough to handle her like a rag doll if he so chose. 

"I was right," Sam said. "You fucked that patient in Room Twelve. Well, by 
God, if he can have some of your pussy, I guess I can, too. And you hadn't 
better yell or the head of this clinic will find out the way you've been 
carrying on, and he'll kick your sweet ass out of here. Then you won't ever 
get to be an R.N." 

Sam had her by the short hairs, and Sally knew it. 

"I hate you!" she declared vehemently. 

That only made Sam laugh. 

He pulled her skirt up. 

"Baby, with a snatch as cute as that, you hadn't ought to ever wear pants," 
he said. "And you oughta walk on windy streets a lot." 

Sally was abashed by the attitude he was taking toward her, as if she was 
some cheap thing who could be made fun of and treated without a modicum of 
respect. And she was distressed by the thought of being forced to have sex 
with him. 

She hated herself enough already for having sex with Tolliver. Now that the 
passion storm had passed, she couldn't imagine why she had behaved that way. 
She wasn't that sort of girl. She really wasn't. 

Well, she needn't blame herself for having sex with Sam, she decided. He was 
forcing it on her with his threat to report her to Dr. McMasters. It would 
be just like the time she was raped. In fact, it would be rape. 

"All right," she said bitterly. "I'll do it with you if I have to. Let's get 
it over with quickly." 

Sam grinned. "Well, aren't you the quick-change artist! But I don't know if 
I want to get it over with fast. You're some piece, baby. A guy doesn't get 
next to a cunt like you every day." 

A cunt like HER, not a cunt like HERS, Sally thought. That meant he thought 
of her only as a cunt. How vile! 

"Where do you want me?" she demanded, thinking about getting the nasty 
business over and done with. 

"I'll take care of that," Sam said. "First take your clothes off-or that 
uniform, if that's all you've got on." 

It was all she had on, Sally was ashamed to admit. She guessed she should 
start wearing a bra again, though the current fashion said she didn't have 
to and she really preferred the feel of her breasts bobbing freely inside 
her dress as she walked. Of course, a girl should always wear underpants, 
and Sally had always done so until now. 

Glaring venomously at Sam, she unbuttoned the front of her uniform. He 
watched her, an expectant smile on his face as he loosened his belt and let 
his trousers down. He kicked off his shoes. 

Sally slid her uniform off her shoulders and down her arms. Her pretty 
breasts bobbed free. 

"Jesus, what tits!" Sam said appreciatively. 

"They aren't tits!" Sally protested, color flooding her cheeks. "I'm no 
cow." 

"I'll say you aren't." Sam stepped out of his pants. "Christ, those 
beautiful titties just stand right up and out there. They don't hang at 
all." 

Titties sounded a little better than tits, Sally decided. Anyway, she 
couldn't control the way the filthy man talked. 

As she stepped from her dress, her titties bobbed. 

Sam pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head. This left him in nothing 
but white socks and jockey briefs. The latter showed a protrusion at their 
front. 

Sally's gaze fixed itself on the hump, and she noted immediately that Sam, 
husky as he was, was no match for Clint Tolliver. 

Sam shucked his briefs down and stepped out of them. His erect pecker swayed 
and bobbed. 

It was really quite a little thing, Sally decided. It didn't seem even as 
large as the one on that bearded man on campus who had raped her. 

"Suck me first," Sam said as he stood in front of her. 

"What?" Sally couldn't believe that she had heard right. 

"Suck me," Sam repeated, a little grin on his face. "Don't tell me a hot 
witch like you doesn't dig the taste of cock." 

"Why, that's . . . that's perverted!" Sally exclaimed, blushing furiously. 

"Oh, for Christ's sake! Now you're trying to act like Miss Prissy-pants 
again. Baby, it doesn't fit you. Get down on your knees and suck." "No!" 

Sam squinted. "Haven't you ever done it?" "I certainly have not!" 

The big man sighed. "Well, I'm not about to take the time to teach you how. 
I'd rather fuck, anyway." 

He stepped forward until his prick touched her. Sally recoiled. But in spite 
of herself, she was becoming turned on. 

Sam grasped her at the waist and boosted her up. Her back was against the 
wall. 

"I don't guess you need any working up," Sam said, speaking without evidence 
of exertion even though he was holding her a couple of feet off the floor. 
"You're probably pretty slick, with that patient's cum inside you." 

Slick she was. Tolliver's stuff was dribbling slowly from her pussy and 
along her thighs. 

She gazed down between her titties at Sam's dick that was standing almost 
straight up. Though it wasn't too large, it was certainly vigorous looking. 
Sally wanted it, and by that time she realized how Sam intended to give it 
to her. 

The idea was intriguing, and she cooperated by spreading her legs wide 
apart. Her pussy unfurled, the lips sticking a bit because they were so wet. 
As cool air touched Sally's inner parts, she experienced a quickening of 
desire. 

"Stick it into me!" she told Sam. 

"Why don't you help, huh?" he suggested. "Reach down and aim it." 

Sally bent a bit and grasped his cock. It was extremely rigid, like bone 
with a covering of satin or thin velvet. But the head was a little softer, 
Sally's exploring fingertips reported. 

Holding Sam's cockhead between two fingers and her thumb, she aimed it as 
Sam moved closer. His glans plowed her wet furrow, giving her a thrill. Her 
clit, which was already stiff from anticipation, tingled with delight as 
Sam's cock brushed across it. 

The male instrument found its way into the super-slick mouth of her pussy, 
and Sally took her hand away. Giving a grunt of triumph, Sam knifed his cock 
upward, sinking its entire rigid length into Sally's warm, wet sheath. Her 
hole felt snug, even though Sam's equipment wasn't the largest. 

"Wrap your legs around my middle," he said. "And put your arms around my 
neck." 

Sally eagerly complied, which permitted Sam to slide his hands down and 
under her buttocks. Grasping those rubbery mounds, he wiggled them as he 
began pumping his cock in and out. 

The sensation was superb. Sally's velvety moist-ness, which encircled Sam's 
cock, massaged the entire stroking length of it. For her part, every 
nerve-end in the lining of her vagina was rubbed delightfully. Sam's prick 
seemed to be plunging deeper with each thrust until it stirred the very 
center of her belly. 

"Ooh, that's so good!" she exclaimed. "Keep fucking me! Don't stop!" She 
couldn't believe that was her talking. 

Sam had no intention of stopping, at least not for some time. He twisted 
Sally's bottom sensuously as he kept pumping up and down inside her. His 
cockhead felt much bigger than it actually was as it surged along her 
channel, which was made even smaller than usual by the way he was holding 
and twisting her. 

The linked lovers' bobbing motions caused Sally's luscious tits to jiggle up 
and down. Sam twisted his head to the side, stuck out his tongue, and struck 
at a pink nipple. He lashed the adorable nubbin, sending new thrills through 
Sally. 

"Suck it!" she demanded. "Take my tit in your mouth." 

She had called it a tit, she realized, though she earlier had reproached Sam 
for using that word. This just went to show how passion could change a girl, 
she thought. 

But that wasn't the time for thinking. Sally only wanted to feel and enjoy. 

That she was wholeheartedly enjoying the lustful thrusts of Sam's stiff 
prick she couldn't deny, even to herself. She wriggled around the invading 
shaft, heightening the massaging effect on 

Sam. 

As his big hands wiggled her ass-cheeks, his fingertips worked their way 
into her crack until they were tickling her anus. 

Sally liked that. She wished Sam would stick a finger right up her asshole 
while he kept pounding his hot cock into her cunt. 

He seemed to have the same desire, for his middle finger centered itself on 
the puckered little depression which was wiggling invitingly. His and 
Sally's bobbing motions made it very easy for him to insert his finger into 
her anus a little at a time until, to the girl's happy amazement, she had it 
all. She knew this to be the case, because she felt Sam's other knuckles 
pressing against her crack, and it seemed like she was sitting on a fence 
picket. But his finger didn't hurt inside her. On the contrary, it felt 
very, very good. 

Sally cooed and writhed on Sam's penetrating cock and finger, having the 
time of her life as her back slid up and down against the wall and her arms 
and legs held Sam in a serpentine grip. 

He was grunting and thrusting while turning his head from side to side, 
sucking Sally's tits in turn. He would tug on a firm, tasty nipple, let it 
bob free, then capture and suck the other one. 

Sally didn't know where she was thrilling the most-in her cunt, her asshole, 
or at the tips of her tits. The fact was, she was delighted all over. Her 
entire being seemed to have been turned into one quivering sexual nerve-end. 
If she had retained any doubt about her natural sensuality, it had been 
dispelled by Sam's overwhelming onslaught, which possessed her entirely. 

"Wow!" was all she could say as she bounced merrily up and down on Sam's 
marvelously stimulating cock and finger. 

He pushed her harder against the wall and fucked even more vigorously. His 
finger reamed her grasping anus, circling round and round in the hot, pliant 
hole. 

Sally slid her hands up into Sam's bushy hair and began tugging at it as she 
writhed, out of her mind with lust. 

"Oooh, fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK!" she cried, delighting in her own use of 
the dirty word. 

Sam was delighted, also, as he proved by ramming her even harder. She 
gasped. She squealed. She started coming, her sexual muscles grasping at the 
man's stroking prick while her sphincter spasmed ecstatically around his 
invading finger. 

This triggered Sam's switch, and he suddenly gushed his semen into her like 
a geyser. For the second time in less than an hour, she was taking a man's 
load and loving it. 

There was nothing in the world that she enjoyed as much as getting screwed. 

A girl couldn't discover this startling fact about herself without being 
deeply affected by it, particularly if she had always maintained a 
puritanical attitude toward life, as Sally had done. 

I must be sick, she thought. The way I feel can't be normal! 

After Sam had left her and she was struggling to compose herself, she tried 
to decide what she should do about her new and vexing problem. Help surely 
was near at hand, because she was in a hospital. But she couldn't bring 
herself to seek it. That would be just too embarrassing. What was more, it 
might destroy her career, almost before it had gotten started. 

Sally fretted until the end of her shift, though physically she felt better 
than she had for a long time, perhaps ever. 

She went home to her little apartment and slept like the proverbial log. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hi there, cutie," Ron Marshall said when Sally showed up for work the next 
night. 

The handsome intern grinned at her in a special way and ran his hand down 
her back to pat her lusciously curved bottom. 

Does he know what I did with that patient and with Sam? Sally wondered. 

She had the feeling that men talked about such things and that she might by 
that time have become the principal subject of gossip around the clinic. 
Sally the slut, people might be calling her behind her back. 

It was awful. 

Yet Sally didn't trust herself to change. The effects of the previous 
night's passion had worn off, and she was tingling with anticipation once 
again. Ron's patting of her fanny had brought new heat to her loins. The 
lips of her freshly cleansed pussy were moistening once again. 

"Hey, there's a patient in Room Three that needs his hand bandaged," Ron 
said. "Go in and take care of him, will you?" 

Take care of him. The words had a special connotation to Sally, in the light 
of her experiences of the night before. 

But surely not every man was looking for instant sex, she told herself. 

Still she walked a bit faster than usual down the neat, green-walled 
corridor to the examination room where the patient waited. Her buttocks 
switched quiveringly. Seated on a chair in the corner, the patient smiled at 
her when she entered the room. 

He was about thirty years old and not bad looking. He wore a blue work shirt 
and jeans. There was a small laceration on the side of his right hand. His 
gaze settled admiringly on Sally's tits. 

After greeting him and checking his file to note that his name was Mike 
Preston, she prepared an antiseptic solution for washing his wound. 

"Does it hurt, Mr. Preston?" she asked as she sat on a stool in front of him 
and placed the wash basin on the floor. The bending caused her neckline to 
fall forward, exposing the creamy tops of her boobs. 

The man grinned again. "It hurts a little. But I'm sure if you kissed it you 
could make it all right." 

Sally blushed a bit. "That's not a medical treatment," she said, returning 
his smile. She lifted his hand from his lap. 

Her gaze was trained directly on the crotch of his jeans which were very 
snug. She could plainly make out the shape of his balls and of his prick as 
well, which bulged at the inner top of his left pant leg. 

She was aware that Mike was looking at her, particularly at her bare knees 
and the lower parts of her thighs, which were exposed below the hem of her 
white skirt. 

His hand was warm. Holding it sent little tingles racing through her. 

My God, I AM shameless! she thought. 

Then, as if to prove it, she did what Mike had jokingly suggested: She 
lifted his hand to her soft pink lips and kissed it, though not on the 
wound. 

"There!" she said playfully, and laughed. "That felt great!" Mike murmured 
with appreciation. 

Sally was still holding his hand, and he pressed it to her face once more. 
He ran his middle finger along her lips. 

To Sally the stimulation was intense, almost like a kiss, but different. 

Mike drew his finger back to the center of her lips and pressed it forward. 
Before Sally knew what was happening, his finger was in her mouth. 
Responding to an urge which puzzled her but was overpowering, she began 
sucking Mike's finger. 

"Christ, you do that good!" he said with passion. 

Staring at his crotch, Sally watched the lump at the top of his left pantleg 
grow. She became tremendously excited. 

Mike wedged his hand between her bare knees and slid it forward. She 
thrilled as he stroked the inner surfaces of her satiny thighs. As if of 
their own accord, her legs parted. Mike pushed her skirt up to her lap. 

He was staring at the crotch of her white, filmy panties. Through the 
clinging, thin nylon he could make out the shadow of her light-brown pussy 
curls. A few of those dainty ringlets had escaped from the elastic leg bands 
of her briefs and were in plain view. 

Sally enjoyed having the patient look at her panties, and she hoped he could 
see through them. Judging by the way the lump in his pants leg was swelling 
and twitching, he liked what he saw. That pleased Sally all the more. 

Why do I feel this way? What's happening to me? she wondered desperately. 

It was as if she couldn't resist the patient who was seated in front of her. 
She knew she was going to do anything he asked of her, and she hoped he 
would ask it quickly. 

Mike didn't keep her waiting. 

Perceiving how she felt and what her response would be, he said simply, 
"Open my pants." 

"Yes!" Sally exclaimed, and clawed at the fly of his jeans. 

There was much heat in his pants. His big balls and swollen prick were 
crowding the crotch of his garment nearly to the bursting point, and this 
made it difficult for Sally to open the zipper on his fly. But she managed. 
Then her hand snaked inside and into the fly of his boxer shorts. 

She grasped what she wanted and pulled it out. 

Mike's bald-headed cock arched forward. Though his shaft was not yet 
bolt-stiff, it was lengthy and thick. The purplish rosy knob nodded 
seductively before Sally's gaze. 

"Oh my goodness, you're so big!" she said. 

Her appreciation of his prick obviously pleased him. 

Though he wasn't as large in the sexual department as the patient Sally had 
screwed the night before, the difference was only technical as far as she 
was concerned. She knew Mike's bulging knob would give her great pleasure as 
it stroked up and down in her narrow, throbbing passage. And it was evident 
that his shaft, when completely stiff, would be able to push that knob far 
enough to tickle her innermost parts. 

As Sally stared at his cock, Mike wrapped his good hand around it and drew 
forward, stretching the rubbery organ and gliding his fingertips over its 
head. He lifted his hand to her face and before she could stop him-if she'd 
had any mind to do so-he rubbed his fingertips across her nose and along her 
lips. 

She smelled the male aroma on his hand. She imagined that she could taste 
it. 

Her excitement took a tremendous surge. A giddiness seized her brain. 

She remembered what Sam had asked her to do the night before-to suck him. 
She had indignantly refused. But she had thought a great deal about it in 
the meantime, wondering if she should have tried it to find out what it was 
like. 

Mike was presenting her with another chance. Though he hadn't come right out 
and asked her, it was clear what he had in mind as he waited expectantly. 

Sally kept gazing at his cock, and the thing became the most appealing 
object in creation. She wanted it any way and every way. She wanted to feel 
it and-yes, she wanted to smell and taste it, too. 

She bowed her blonde head. 

"Ooh!" Mike exclaimed as she held his provocatively arched prick between her 
thumb and first finger, aiming the slitted snout toward her lips. 

Sally's brain swirled as she neared the fascinating organ. It's tangy scent 
invaded her nostrils, causing them to flare. She became very hot between her 
legs. 

I'm so nasty! she thought as she parted her pink lips. 

"AAH!" Mike groaned harshly when Sally's soft lips encircled the tip of his 
dick. 

With her brain swirling more giddily than ever, the girl glided her lips 
forward over the fullness of Mike's glans until she had the whole slippery 
knob in her mouth. Her lips locked in the little groove behind the corona. 
Mike's bulb pressed against her velvety tongue. 

She smelled and tasted the strange but stimulating tang of his cock. 

I like it. I LIKE it! she thought. Oh, it's so GOOD! 

Sally drove her lips down on the shaft which had been supple just moments 
before but had suddenly turned iron-hard, with only its thin covering of 
skin supplying a bit of softness. This lunge forced Mike's cockhead toward 
the back of her tongue, and she felt she was about to gag. She quickly 
raised her head a bit but didn't relinquish the knob of his cock. 

She liked the feel of that bulging thing in her mouth. She liked the 
hardness of Mike's shaft between her stretched lips. 

This is almost as good as fucking! she thought. 

Mike groaned with pleasure and ran a hand into her blonde-streaked hair. 
This knocked her nurse's cap off. 

Sally drove her mouth downward on his cock again, this time taking care not 
to go too far. But she seemed to have lost her inclination to gag, anyway. 
Having Mike's prick in her mouth felt just too good. 

She began to suck wildly, and the scent and taste of his cock thronged her 
senses. The springs which were secreted in her love-lips gushed out a 
copiotfs flow of juice which moistened the crotch of her panties, causing 
the nylon to stick to her. 

She pumped her mouth up and down on Mike's prick. 

It's so good ... SO GOOD! she kept thinking. 

Only one thing bothered her and that was the uncomfortable position she was 
in, seated on the stool in front of Mike and leaning so far forward. She 
raised her head, releasing his wet, stiff cock. 

"Oh, honey, don't stop!" he begged, and tried to push her head down again. 

"Don't worry," she said, her voice having turned husky. 

She slid forward off the stool and got down on her knees between Mike's 
spread thighs. In that position she could really go to work on him and enjoy 
it completely. 

She took his cock into her mouth again. It was so big and stiff, and the 
head bulged so delightfully. Thrilling to the tips of her toes, Sally glided 
her encircling, soft lips up and down on the spit-slickened organ. She 
caressed the twitching, swelling head with her tongue. She sucked and 
swallowed. 

She was doing such a marvelous job, simply following her natural 
inclinations, that Mike would have had every right to conclude she had 
sucked many cocks. He writhed ecstatically and bumped his shaft upward into 
her mouth each time she lunged. She was taking his cockhead very far back on 
her tongue by that time, almost into her throat, and she had no impulse to 
gag. 

It wasn't just the tactile stimulation of Mike's big prick gliding between 
her lips and atop her tongue or the taste and scent of it which pleased 
Sally. There was something about the idea of taking him in this way which 
powerfully turned her on and gave her a strange psychological satisfaction. 
She couldn't begin to explain it to herself, nor did she care to do so. Her 
only desire was to take the pleasure which Mike offered and to give him 
pleasure in return. 

She could tell by the way he was squirming on his chair and moaning and 
running his hand through her hair that he was as turned on as she was. The 
throbbing of his prick in her mouth and its spastic twitches told her the 
same thing. 

She began to fear that he might finish in her mouth, and if he were to do 
that she would receive his passionate discharge down her throat. She wasn't 
sure if she was ready for that. Also, by that time, she was wild to fuck 
him. 

Sally suddenly stopped fellating his prick, letting the rosy, gleaming wand 
whip free as she lifted her head. She rose to her feet. 

Raising her nurse's skirt, she was about to strip down her white panties and 
spring astride Mike's lap, which seemed the most expeditious way to get 
their organs together. But Mike stopped her. Forgetting his injury for the 
moment, he wrapped both hands around the panty-clad cheeks of her bottom, 
and pulled her forward in standing position astride his legs. He pressed his 
face to her soft belly, kissing her through her panties. 

"Ooh, yes . . . yes . . . yessss . . ." Sally panted, ruffling his hair. 

Mike kissed lower on her panties until his mouth was on the damp part of the 
crotch and his nose was pressed against her pubic mound. He nuzzled the soft 
mat of hair beneath the thin nylon. He breathed in the girl's intoxicating 
scent. His impassioned tongue licked the crotch of her panties, gathering a 
trace of the sweetness which had exuded from her. 

All this stimulated Sally so intensely that she didn't know what to do. She 
grasped Mike's up-thrust, quivering prick and began to pump it with her soft 
but strong hand. Her other hand continued to hold her skirt high around her 
waist. 

Mike pulled her panties down, thrilling to the sight of her blonde-brown 
pubic clump. With her panties encircling the tops of her thighs, he pressed 
his mouth to her love mound, growling as he sucked on her tuft and ran his 
wet tongue through the hairs. 

"Ooh, please take my pants off!" Sally begged. "I want to screw you!" 

"Yeah, baby ... yeah," Mike said as he straightened up and pushed her 
panties the rest of the way down her bare legs. 

Sally placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and lifted her feet in 
turn so that he could remove her panties. With his hands on her bare ass, he 
pulled her close to him once more and began nuzzling her braless titties" 
through the top of her dress. 

"Oh Jesus, I've got to see 'em!" he exclaimed, and went to work on her 
buttons. 

Sally feverishly sought to help him. They were both so excited that their 
fingers fumbled clumsily. Even so, they managed to get a couple of buttons 
open. Mike reached inside her dress, grasped a bare titty and pulled it out. 

"Man, that's beautiful!" he breathed as he squeezed the satiny mound, 
watching the stiff, pink nipple surge forward. 

He wrapped his warm, moist lips around the tip of her tit and sucked, 
licking her nipple at the same time. Sally grooved with the marvelous 
sensation. She resumed stroking Mike's prick up and down. She couldn't seem 
to keep her hand off the wonderful thing. 

Mike fumbled open another button on the front of her uniform and pulled out 
her other titty. He kneaded it like a blob of baker's dough as he continued 
sucking on the first. 

Sally's tits weren't anything like blobs, however. They had marvelous shape 
and fullness, without a trace of sag. Her nipples stuck out beautifully, 
even inclining slightly upward. Mike took a thrusting nubbin between the 
tips of two fingers and his thumb, then proceeded to roll it and tug on it, 
sending delightful sensations streaming through Sally's stretched breast. 

He switched titties, sucking on the second one and rolling the one with the 
moist tip with his fingers. 

Sally couldn't wait any longer to feel his long, stiff cock inside her. Just 
stroking it with her hand-or even sucking it, if she could have gotten back 
into position to do so-wasn't enough. She had to feel Mike's big cockhead 
massaging the walls of her vagina, surging deep into her belly, bringing his 
passion to the very center of her being. 

She walked farther forward astride Mike's legs, pressing her soft titty 
against his sucking mouth. At the same time she directed his standing pecker 
so that it was aimed directly at the moist hole in her patch of pubic curls. 

She let herself down. 

Mike's damp cockhead kissed her flaring slit, slipped inside, and ballooned 
the walls of her pussy as it surged all the way up inside her. The 
hair-rimmed mouth of her hole contracted around the base of his rod. She was 
sitting on his zipper, which wasn't very comfortable, but comfort wasn't 
Sally's main concern at the moment. 

His big prick felt perfectly delicious inside her, standing right straight 
up in her belly. Mike was still pleasuring her tits with his warm, wet mouth 
and squeezing fingers. 

Sally began to bob up and down astride his lap, shaking her titties against 
his mouth and hand. Mike's prick stroked ecstatically in her clasping, slick 
crevice. She circled around his standing cock, enjoying the freedom of 
motion which the position gave her as she rested most of her weight on her 
feet against the floor. She still held her skirt at her waist, resting her 
other hand on Mike's shoulder for balance, and anyone standing behind her 
would have had a most stimulating view of her rotating white ass bobbing 
atop the man's sturdy pole which bisected the hairy softness between her 
thighs. 

But, alas, there was nobody there to watch. 

Sally had gotten so worked up during the preliminaries to the sex act, and 
so had Mike, that neither of them desired to prolong the fucking. They both 
were more than anxious to pop as soon as they could. 

Sally fucked faster. Mike surged upward from his chair, driving his dick as 
deeply as possible into her swirling, moist warmth. He felt her cuntal 
muscles rippling around his thrusts. Sally thrilled to each stroke of his 
bulging prick-head into her depths. 

"Oh God, I'm going to . . ." she panted. 

"COME!" Mike ordered, finishing the sentence for her. He squeezed her 
titties hard. 

Come she did. 

Marvelously. 

Ecstatically. 

Mike spurted energetically in the well of her cunt. His thick cream slid 
down her quaking cuntal walls and along the shaft of his quivering cock, 
lubricating their union even more deliciously. Sally shook and moaned. Mike 
groaned in wordless delight. 

Finally she settled fully on him, his softening dick completely surrounded 
by her warm wetness, and she plastered her lips against his mouth. They 
kissed long and feelingly, with stroking tongues. 

This had been Sally's most satisfying sexual adventure yet, and it had 
further confirmed her self-diagnosis, that she was indeed a sexual wanton. 
The rape she'd had some months ago had begun to liberate her from the 
Puritanism which had shackled her since puberty. But since the rape had been 
frightening and hadn't really satisfied her, she had delayed a further 
exploration of sensuality until starting work at the clinic, where the 
opportunities for carnal enjoyment were coming thick and fast. 

She was becoming adjusted to her new self-image and, though it distressed 
her to some extent, she didn't really want to change. 

After restoring her clothes and wiping some traces of cum off the edges of 
Mike's jeans before stuffing his soft peter back into his pants, Sally 
washed her hands and proceeded to bathe and bandage the patient's injured 
hand. 

He obviously was a happy man when he got up to leave. He had received at the 
clinic a much fuller treatment than he had expected. His medical insurance 
had never paid off in such a grand way before. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"It sure took you long enough to bandage that guy up," Dr. Marshall told 
Sally when she strolled into the lounge where he was sipping a cup of 
coffee, alone. 

She had been to the bathroom and cleansed herself, which had added to the 
lapse of time. But she offered no explanation as she walked to the coffee 
maker, which was always plugged in, and poured herself a cup of steaming 
brew. 

Ron eyed her beautiful ass in the starched white skirt which outlined her 
curves without clinging too blatantly. The ridges of her panty elastics were 
evident if one looked closely, as Ron was doing. 

"You know one thing I like about you, baby," he said from his chair, 
speaking over the rim of his coffee cup. "You don't wear a girdle." 

Sally turned to face him, holding her coffee. "My underwear is my own 
business, don't you think?" 

He chuckled. "I'd like to make it my business, at least to the extent of 
taking it off." 

"You're nasty," she said, but without animosity, as she lifted her cup of 
coffee to her lips. 

"No kidding now . . . what happened in there with that patient? You were 
gone a hell of a long time." 

"I bandaged the man's hand," Sally said defensively. "That was what you told 
me to do, wasn't it?" 

"Right. But the son of a bitch was sure grinning when he walked out." Ron's 
eyes narrowed, and a foxy look came over his handsome features as he 
continued, "I'll bet you at least let him feel you up, didn't you?" 

Sally resented Ron's attitude. It was one thing for her to admit to herself 
that she was sexually loose, but it was quite another to have such an 
implication flung at her by a man, particularly an intern who considered 
himself hot stuff. 

Freshly sated as she was, Sally wasn't looking for more sex at the moment. 

"I wish you would please keep your dirty ideas to yourself," she told Ron," 
adding, "They're not true, anyway." 

"Oh, aren't they?" Ron's brown eyes twinkled. "You let me finger you, don't 
forget." 

"I'm not going to stand here and listen to your filthy talk!" Sally chirped, 
and set down her un-consumed coffee, preparing to leave the room. 

Ron leaped from his chair to grab her. Their bodies crashed together, and he 
spilled some coffee from his cup down the front of her uniform. 

"Now you've done it!" Sally angrily exclaimed. "Oh, you stupid .. ." 

She caught herself just in time. Student nurses couldn't go around calling 
the interns names, even if they deserved it. 

"No problem," Ron said, laughing as he held her against him while she fumed. 
"Just slip out of that uniform, and I'll get you a fresh one." 

"Take it off right here while you're ogling me?" she asked. 

"Why not? I've already seen your most private parts, don't forget." 

There he was, throwing her indiscretions up at her again. That made her feel 
just too cheap. 

"I'll change in the ladies' John," she said, and tried to pull away. 

"The hell you will!" Ron's tone hardened. "I'm tired of having you high-hat 
me when you're just as human as I am. You proved that. Anyway I'm a doctor 
and you're just a student nurse. I can tell you to do anything I want. Now 
take that uniform off!" 

Sally's lowly position at the clinic didn't entitle any doctor to make her 
strip in front of him, she well knew. But she also knew that Ron could make 
things rough for her if she antagonized him too much. And it wasn't as if 
she were a shy little virgin any more. 

Though she glared her displeasure at the handsome young intern who 
confronted her, Sally undid the buttons on the front of her uniform. 

"You do dress light," Ron said as he stared warmly at the inner slopes of 
her breasts, which were unencumbered by a brassiere. 

Not bothering to reply, Sally brushed her white uniform off her shoulders. 
Her titties jounced free, quivering like exquisitely shaped molds of Jell-o. 

This was Ron's first view of her naked tits, and his appreciation was 
evident, not only in his eyes but also at the front of his white trousers 
where a sizable hump was growing. 

Sally tried not to look down at the evidence of his arousal. She didn't want 
to think about his prick, not after he had treated her so arrogantly and 
confronted her with her own cheapness. 

He continued to watch in obvious delight as Sally pushed her uniform all the 
way down and stepped out of it. She was naked except for her brief bikini 
pants. 

"Just two pieces of "clothing," Ron observed, grinning. "That's certainly 
the way to travel." 

"I find it comfortable," Sally retorted, blushing a bit. 

"And easy to take off," Ron added. 

That was the last straw, Sally thought. Doctor or not, he couldn't get away 
with talking like that. 

She swung her arm, intending to slap him stingingly across the face. But he 
caught her wrist in mid-flight and pulled her against him, making her 
boobies bounce. His arm wrapped themselves around her, one hand pressing her 
nylon-clad ass. Her breasts were mashed against him. His mouth sought hers. 

Sally writhed, trying to avoid his kiss. But trapped as she was, that proved 
futile. As their mouths fused, she became distressingly aware of Ron's 
vigorous hard-on pressing her belly. Almost equally as stimulating was his 
hand massaging her soft, springy buttocks through her briefs. Her tongue 
came alive against his. 

Their tongues dueled moistly. Ron thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth 
and churned it around. As he withdrew it, Sally's tongue gave chase. When 
her tongue was in his mouth, he sucked it. This gave her a new thrill. She 
was rapidly heating to fever pitch between her legs. 

No! she thought. I mustn't let him screw me! Not HIM! 

She jerked her mouth free and struggled in his arms, panting. Ron grasped 
one of her hobbling tits. He drove his mouth down onto it and sucked at the 
thrusting, firm nipple. 

Wonderful sensations spread through her sucked breast and speeded to her 
brain. 

Still Sally kept writhing. But this was beginning to have a very provocative 
effect on her, also, because her nearly bare belly kept rubbing the 
iron-hard bulge at the front of Ron's pants. 

She imagined what his big, strong pecker would look like, sticking out and 
slanting upward. She could almost feel her hand encircling it. In view of 
what had happened just a short while ago, she could imagine her lips 
descending on his bald . knob . . 

NO! she thought again, even more determinedly this time. I won't let him 
have the last laugh! I'm not that hard up for sex! 

"Let go. of me, doctor!" she demanded, her voice shaking. "If you don't let 
go of me this instant, I'll scream! How would it look if somebody rushed in 
here and found you trying to rape me?" 

Ron backed up. "Rape you? Did you actually say rape?" 

"Yes, I did!" Sally stoutly maintained, her cheeks flaming. 

"Why, you dirty tramp!" 

Sally swung her hand at him again, and this time it connected. The sound was 
like a pistol shot as her palm struck Ron's cheek. 

He recoiled, obviously in pain. He placed his hand against his face where 
she had struck him. 

"All right!" he said angrily. "I sure as hell don't need you. You're not the 
only woman in my life." 

"I'm not in your life," she vehemently pointed out. 

"And I don't want you to be." 

He snatched up the uniform she had discarded. "I'll take this to the 
laundry," he said. "You can go get yourself another one." 

As he turned toward the door, carrying her uniform, Sally protested, "But 
you can't leave me here like this! I'm almost naked. I can't go and get 
another uniform this way." 

"Why not?" Ron angrily retorted. "I'm sure you won't mind parading your bare 
tits down the hall." 

With that he was gone, leaving the young nurse fuming. 

Maidenly modesty was not Sally's problem. But the clinic placed certain 
restrictions on the conduct of its staff, precluding such things as indecent 
exposure. Worse yet, Ron seemed to have gotten the better of her after all, 
and that bugged Sally. 

She had no choice, however, but to venture into the hall, clad in just her 
panties. If she remained where she was, someone surely would walk in, and 
then she would have a lot of explaining to do. 

"Ron, you mother-fucker!" she said out loud, using the phrase for the first 
time in her life. 

Her cheeks red with anger as well as embarrassment, Sally strode to the 
door. She opened it and peeked out. The corridor was deserted. Taking a deep 
breath, she dashed into the hall. 

Her titties bobbed riotously as she ran toward the nurse's supply room. She 
was but a few strides from the door when around a bend in the hallway came 
Sam, the orderly who had screwed her the night before. He stopped and 
stared. A big grin spread across his fleshy face. 

It could have been worse, Sally thought as she hurried on. Dr. Pollard, the 
night resident, might have been the one to catch her. 

Sam rushed forward as she grasped the knob of the supply room door. She 
couldn't open it because he was pressing against her. 

"Get out of the way!" she breathed urgently. 

Sam stepped back far enough to let her enter the supply room. Then he 
followed and shut the door behind him. They were alone. 

"Mind telling me why you're running around the clinic like that?" he asked, 
amused as well as stimulated by her near-nudity. 

"It's none of your business," Sally snapped. "Now get out!" 

"Oh, no." Sam moved up to her. "We're gonna have some fun, like last night." 

"I don't feel like it now," Sally said. At the moment, she was angry at all 
the men in the world. 

"Well, I feel like it," Sam told her. "And I'll make you feel like it if 
you'll give me a minute." 

Holding her around her bare waist, he drew her firmly against him, arching 
her back. Her breasts bobbled. Sam drove his mouth against one of them, 
sucking the nipple which was still slightly moist from Ron's lips and 
tongue. 

There seemed no way out for her, Sally decided. It looked as if she was 
going to have to give in to someone, and Sam at least was better than Ron. 
Not that he was more handsome or had more sex appeal, which he didn't, but 
he at least didn't have Ron's insufferable sense of superiority. Sam was 
just an ordinary crude guy who was always on the lookout for a piece of ass, 
as men called it. 

Sally relaxed against him. "Well, let's get it over with fast," she said. 

"Baby, nothing could please me more," Sam replied, coming up from her breast 
for air. 

He grasped her at the middle and boosted her onto a long table which was 
used for sorting uniforms and other supplies. Her legs dangled over the 
edge. Sam grasped her panties at the top and stripped them out from under 
her butt and off. He pushed her thighs wide apart. 

"Christ, but you've got a pretty cunt!" he said, and knelt in front of it. 

Sitting as she was, the outer lips of her pussy were slightly parted. Moist 
pinkness showed between the hair-covered folds. 

Having Sam stare at her that way close up, and feeling cool air in her 
split, stimulated Sally. She began to hope he might do something which the 
patient last night had started but hadn't really carried through. 

Sally had listened to other girls talking about the thrill of being eaten by 
a man, and she had secretly longed to have some guy do it to her. 

Really do it, getting his tongue right in there and licking her hot clit 
while he sucked and chewed at her love lips. For that reason, she didn't 
object to Sam's squatting position between her thighs. She didn't say or do 
a thing, but just waited expectantly. 

Sam inserted his thumbs in her pussy and spread the outer flaps of flesh 
wide apart, exposing their pink inner sides. He stared at her hooded clitty 
and at the tight little oval which it guarded like a sentinel. He chuckled. 

Then he disappointed Sally by standing up and zipping open the front of his 
pants. 

"What's the matter?" she blurted. "Didn't you like the looks of it?" 

"Sure, honey, it looked just fine," he said, whipping out his prick. Reading 
her expression, he added, "What's the matter-did you think I was going to 
eat it?" 

"Well . . . ?" 

Sam laughed again. "Not me! I'm no goddamned cunt-lapper! There's only one 
thing to do with a twat, as far as I'm concerned, and that's to stick this 
monster into it." He waved his stiffening, smallish dick. 

Monster! Sally thought derisively. Doesn't he know how small he is, compared 
to some guys? 

But she didn't say anything, because she didn't care to complicate her 
situation further. Another nurse might walk in on them at any moment, so all 
Sally wanted was to get fucked and get out, as quickly as possible. 

Sam obliged. 

He moved up to her and rubbed the knob of his cock against her soft pussy. 
Sally's excitement quickened. All she had to do was feel a prick-in her 
hand, on her cunt, or . . . yes, in her mouth-and she was instantly turned 
on. Only a vigorous fucking could turn her off. 

She twisted her ass on the table, causing her pussy to pucker and entrap the 
stiff rod which was directed against it. She swallowed Sam's little tool all 
the way to its base. His zippered fly scratched the sensitive rim of her 
vagina. 

"Don't you want to drop your pants?" she suggested. "You might get them 
mussed." 

"I guess I'd better," Sam agreed, holding his cock still inside her. "You're 
juicy enough to splash." 

It was true, Sally realized. She could feel her glands secreting madly all 
around Sam's embedded prick. And she had been secreting with Ron as well. It 
seemed that she was walking around with wet pants most of the time lately. 

Sam unfastened his belt and the top snap on his trousers. They dropped to 
the floor. He left his jockey briefs on, with his prick sticking out through 
their soft fly. 

He and Sally began to screw. 

She found to her surprise that sitting on the edge of the table while a man 
stood up and gave it to her was a remarkably pleasant way to go. Not only 
was it comfortable, permitting her to writhe with ease, but the posture also 
squeezed her channel to an even smaller diameter than usual, thereby making 
for more friction. And the angle of the prick's penetration brought it smack 
against her sensitive clitty, which was pressing down atop it. Also, the man 
when standing up had complete freedom of motion. He could rotate his hips 
and drive in and out at the same time. 

Sam took full advantage of the possibilities, and his little pecker felt 
like twice its size as he stirred Sally's compressed pussy with it. The 
bulging cockhead was indeed like a trapped monster, thrashing around inside 
her. The shaft was like a fiddle bow sawing across the strings of her 
passion. 

"Oooh, WOW!" she exclaimed, going ape atop the table. Her titties jiggled 
merrily as she squirmed about. 

Sam filled his big hands with the luscious mounds. He stretched one up to 
his lips as he pulled on the other. And all the while he kept stirring 
Sally's cunt as it had never been stirred before. 

After a couple of minutes, she didn't care if the whole nursing staff came 
in to watch, along with all the doctors, too. 

The intense stimulation of Sam's rotating thrusts got so good that Sally 
lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle. She clutched his beefy 
shoulders, digging her fingernails into him through his shirt, and swung her 
body wildly, wiggling from head to hips. Her gyrations were so erratic that 
her tits kept flopping in and out of his mouth. He would just get to sucking 
good on one of them when it would bounce away and the other nipple would pop 
between his hungry lips. 

"Ooh, your cock feels just super!" the young nurse exclaimed. 

She'd gotten so she dearly enjoyed using dirty words, especially when sex 
was in progress. 

"My pussy just loves it!" she cried. 

Hearing these sexy phrases pour from her sweet lips made Sam fuck all the 
harder. The table shook beneath Sally. With each thrust of Sam's cock, 
love-juice sprayed out of her twat to moisten his shorts and dribble onto 
the floor.. 

"Get it. . . GET it!" Sally cried, jamming her hot cunt against him. 

Sam wrapped his bear-like arms around her and set his hips into a power 
drill action. 

"Ooh . . . oooooh . . . OOOOOH!" Sally panted, and came, whooping lustily. 

Her cunt grabbed the orderly's twitching penis, grabbed again, and he 
spurted, giving a hearty groan. He hosed Sally's insides with his gushing 
cum. 

She jerked and quivered, feeling blast after blast of hot ecstasy slam 
through her. Then there followed a glorious wave of relaxation as she 
slumped against Sam, hanging onto him around the neck. His cock was turning 
soft inside her. 

"Ooh shit, baby," he sighed. "You really know how to screw!" 

"So do you, Sam," she admitted, and kissed him on the mouth. It hadnt' been 
bad running into him at all. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next night when Sally arrived for work, Mike Preston was waiting in the 
reception room. He eyed her as she entered, letting his gaze sweep from the 
bulge of her titties to her bare legs which flashed below her white skirt. 

The inspection quickly completed, he gave a little nod, his eyes twinkling. 
Sally smiled at him. He was, after all, a likeable fellow. 

"Oh, Sal," the nurse behind the reception desk said, "Dr. Marshall wants to 
see you." 

"Sure," Sally replied, and proceeded down the corridor toward the interns' 
room, her sensuous hips twisting in a slow, tantalizing way that could drive 
a man wild. 

She found Ron alone, stretched out on a couch. He didn't smile at her. 

"Did you see that guy in the reception room?" he asked without so much as a 
greeting. 

"Yes." 

"You bandaged his hand last night, remember? Well, he's back for more of the 
same. He won't let anyone else look at it, including me." 

"Oh," Sally said, and shifted nervously from one foot to the other. 

"Still not wearing a bra I see," Ron commented as he watched her titties 
tremble. 

"Whether I wear a bra or not is my own business, isn't it, doctor?" 

"Well, yes and no. There is a dress code around here, though I'll admit we 
don't enforce it much. It calls for modest attire, including white cotton 
stockings. You fail on that point, too." 

"Oh, for God's sake!" Sally snapped. "There isn't a nurse here who wears 
cotton stockings." 

"Granted. But the others wear stockings of some kind." 

"I don't think I need them," Sally said. "My legs are smooth and not 
repulsive looking." 

"Baby, there's nothing about you that's repulsive, except your smart mouth 
and high-toned ways, which don't exactly match your conduct That's the 
trouble. Your legs look good enough to eat. And as for your titties jiggling 
around, you're apt to give a man a hard-on just from looking at them." 

"Well, don't look if you don't like it," Sally replied pertly, and turned to 
leave. 

Ron eyed her. "Some day I'm going to spank that saucy ass of yours." 

"Do you want me to take care of Mr. Preston?" Sally asked coldly over her 
shoulder. 

Ron was still ogling her buttocks. "Yeah. Take care of him." 

Sally walked out. 

It disturbed her a bit to have Mike insist on seeing nobody but her. That 
had added to Ron's suspicions. Sally decided that she would have to be very 
proper in her treatment of Mike that night, in case Ron took it into his 
head to walk in on them. 

"Mr. Preston?" she said with a smile as she arrived at the reception room 
doorway. "Would you come with me, please?" 

"It'll be a pleasure," Mike replied. He got up and followed her to an 
examination room. 

Sally stood aside while he entered, then closed the door behind them. 

Mike faced her, grinning. "My hand's all right," he admitted. "But the rest 
of me needs some attention. One part, in particular." 

Sally didn't know what to say. 

The tallish, angular man boldly unzipped his pants. 

"Mike!" Sally exclaimed. "No! Somebody might walk in." 

"You weren't worried about that last night," 

Mike said as he took out his cock. It was soft and looked quite harmless. 

Cute was the way Sally would have described his sexual tool. But she didn't 
want to have anything to do with it right then. 

"You shouldn't have come here if your hand didn't need treatment," Sally 
said. "Now put your pecker away." She got a little thrill when she heard 
herself utter that word. 

"Not until you give it the treatment it needs," Mike said, his eyes gleaming 
wisely. "Come on, I know you dig it as much as I do. And that's nothing but 
great." 

"A doctor might come in," Sally replied, her resolution wavering as she 
gazed at Mike's cock. 

"Then lock the door." 

"No! It would be just as bad if somebody tried the knob and couldn't get 
in." 

"Speaking of knobs ..'." Mike said, and fondled his dick. It lengthened 
some, and the glans swelled. 

He was brash, Sally decided, but not offensive like Ron. Mike didn't seem to 
be putting her down. He was just outspoken about things, the way she usually 
liked people to be. 

"If I do it just a little bit, will you go?" Sally asked. 

"I'll go when you ask me to," Mike promised. That seemed fair. 

Sally approached him and got down on her knees. 

"Oh, baby, you sure turn me on!" Mike declared. His sexual wand was proving 
that by the way it stiffened up, even before she touched it. 

Sally became very excited as she took hold of his prick between her thumb 
and fingers. She parted her lips and wrapped them around the mauve-pink 
crown. 

"Uh!" Mike exclaimed, and a happy jolt rocked him. He shoved his cock deeper 
into her mouth. 

Sally began to suck. 

The salty sweet tang of Mike's, prick washed over her tongue and filled her 
nostrils with its stimulating scent. She bobbed her head eagerly, enjoying 
the feel of Mike's cockhead rubbing her tongue and the thickness of his 
shaft, made slippery by her saliva, stroking in and out between her 
stretched lips. 

Sally tilted her head from side to side, which had the effect of rotating 
her mouth on Mike's pecker while she sucked it. Her saliva was gushing so 
profusely that it seeped out between his pumping shaft and her lips, and the 
viscous fluid dribbled down her chin. 

Mike was in paradise as he rocked on the balls of his feet, gently fucking 
the young nurse's mouth as she gave head with loving care. She swallowed the 
clear fluid that oozed from his dick. Her nostrils were flared as she 
breathed in the heady aroma of his wet cock. 

It was so good, Sally thought. Nothing in the world, except getting screwed, 
was any better. She didn't want to stop. She had given up all thought of 
somebody entering the room. As far as she was concerned at that moment, Mike 
and she were alone in the world. The door opened. 

Mike didn't see it, because his eyes were closed in rapture as he 
rhythmically stroked his cock between Sally's soft lips. She didn't see it, 
either, because she was facing away, her profile turned toward the door. 
Anyway, her eyes were glazed by passion and might as well have been closed. 

Ron stood in the doorway, staring at the fellatio. It was thrilling to see 
Sally on her knees in front of the slender man, both of them fully clothed 
except for his prick sticking out through the fry of his blue jeans, and to 
watch her o-like pink lips pumping forward and back on his shaft while 
saliva drooled down her chin. 

Ron's penis twitched in his pants. 

He envied the patient who was getting this attention from Sally, after she 
had refused to have anything to do with him. Anger overcame him. 

The girl's conduct was disgusting, he decided. It was harmful to the clinic. 
It brought the whole medical profession into disrepute. 

Determined to put a stop to the scandalous behavior, Ron withdrew from the 
room. 

By that time, Sally was pumping her mouth very rapidly up and down on Mike's 
spit-slick rod. Her soft lips skidded repeatedly across the sensitive ridge 
of his corona. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his dick. 

"Aah . . . ooh, God!" Mike was panting as he fucked the girl's mouth. 

His balls had pulled up and were churning with lust. He knew he couldn't 
hold out much longer. 

Sally was wriggling her hips, while she knelt, which had the effect of 
rubbing her super-stiff clit between the greased surfaces of her pussy lips. 
This, combined with the feel of Mike's big cock stroking in and out of her 
mouth and the smell and taste of the luscious thing, was rapidly bringing 
her to orgasm-without Mike having touched her between the legs at all. 

She wasn't thinking about being fucked in the conventional way. She only 
wanted to continue what she was doing, for as long as possible. 

Her blonde-streaked hair became tousled, falling partially in front of her 
eyes, as she bobbed her head rapidly. But somehow her nurse's hat remained 
cocked on top of it. Her titties shook in her uniform, the stiff nipples 
scraping against the starched cloth. 

Mike gasped. 

Sally felt his cock jerk in her mouth as she kept pumping her lips back and 
forth across his coronal ridge. She sucked wildly. 

"AAAAAH!" Mike bellowed, and his whole body heaved. He jammed his prick to 
the back of Sally's tongue. 

The thing exploded, splashing warm cream into her throat. She gulped and 
gurgled, being forced to swallow quickly. Her eyes watered. But she kept 
sucking, grasping Mike's twitching prick in her hand to hold the thing 
steady as it spurted again and again. 

Sally climaxed gloriously while she gulped his gushing cream. Moisture oozed 
from her quaking cunt to seep through the thin screen of her panties and 
dribble down her thighs. She kept bobbing her mouth on Mike's spitting cock, 
making sounds like, "Ghaah . . . ghaaah . . . ghaaahhngh . . ." 

Sally took all the sexual fluid which the man had to give, then let his 
softening prick flop from her mouth and down across her wet chin. She looked 
up at him, her glazed eyes revealing her satisfaction. 

Mike drew her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her as he pressed his 
open mouth to hers. They kissed deeply. 

Sally felt surprisingly fulfilled, even though she had not taken Mike 
between her legs. 

Finally she drew back. She felt limp and still a little dizzy. Smiling, Mike 
used a finger to wipe the saliva, mixed with traces of semen, from her chin. 
She seized his hand and drew his finger to her mouth. She sucked it clean. 

"Sure you don't want me to put a new bandage on your other hand?" she asked. 

"I don't think it needs it," he said, "but if you want to .. ." 

"Maybe it would look better if I did." 

She had him sit down, and she sat on a stool in front of him. He tenderly 
caressed her bare thighs while she removed the old bandage, redressed his 
healing wound, and bandaged it again. She kissed the bandage after she had 
finished applying it. 

Mike drew her to her feet and again kissed her on the mouth. 

After he left, Sally spent some time straightening up the examination room, 
then returned to the front desk of the clinic. Two male patients were seated 
in the waiting room, and they both eyed the pretty blonde nurse. One lifted 
her skirt in his imagination while the other, having different inclinations, 
mentally lowered the top of her uniform to better admire the shapely mounds 
which quivered enticingly. 

"Dr. Pollard wants to see you in his office," the brunette behind the 
reception desk told Sally. 

"Oh?" Sally blinked her pretty brown eyes. "What about?" 

The brunette shrugged, wobbling her melons which were even larger than 
Sally's tits, but not as shapely. 

Sally turned toward the night resident's office, wondering why Dr. Pollard 
had summoned her. He hadn't talked with her since her first night at the 
clinic. 

Maybe he wants to compliment me on my work, she thought. 

But a little voice inside her warned that the reason for the summons might 
be less pleasant. She had nothing tangible on which to base the feeling, 
other than a general sense of guilt over some of the things she had done 
during the last few nights. 

As she walked to Dr. Pollard's door, the men in the waiting room mentally 
stripped her pert ass. When she stood before Pollard's door and rapped, the 
motion of her arm caused her buttocks to shimmy. 

"Come in," a firm, masculine voice responded from inside the room. 

Sally opened the door and entered. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Albert Pollard was tall, bespectacled, and had black hair. He was in his 
middle thirties. 

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Sally asked as she hesitated just inside the 
door. 

"Yes, Miss Banner." The night resident didn't smile. "Will you be seated, 
please?" 

Sally took the chair beside Pollard's desk. She didn't cross her bare legs, 
but kept them primly pressed together. 

Behind his modish glasses, the doctor's keen eyes moved over her, taking in 
the creamy skin of her calves and knees, the warm roundness of her hips, her 
trim waist, the bulge of her breasts, and finally her pretty face which 
regarded him inquisitively. 

"I have received a very disconcerting report about you," he began. 

Sally felt a little catch in her throat, but she managed not to let her 
apprehension show. "What do you mean, sir?" 

"It has to do with your conduct toward a patient-that man you were treating 
a few minutes ago." 

Sally's nervousness became evident. She squirmed in her chair, her soft 
bottom twisting against the wood. Guilt flashed in her eyes. 

"Obviously you know what I'm talking about," Pollard said. 

"I'm not sure I . . ." 

What Sally wasn't sure of was how much the doctor knew. She didn't see how 
he possibly could have knowledge of exactly what had happened in the 
examination room, since she and the patient had been alone. 

"Oh come now, Miss Banner," the doctor chided. "I received a very explicit 
report." 

Sally colored. "From whom?" 

"Never mind that. The important thing is the way you were carrying on." 

Pollard was staring fixedly at her. However, his manner, while firm, wasn't 
as reproving as she might have expected. 

"I . . . I'm sorry," Sally blurted. "It won't happen again." 

Pollard's eyes twinkled behind his glasses. "Won't it?" 

Sally stared at him. Her pink lips parted, and the lower one quivered. 

"Miss Banner, do you enjoy fellatio?" 

The ceiling might as well have tumbled in on Sally. 

Pollard chuckled. "You needn't look so dismayed. It's not altogether unusual 
for a girl to delight in such conduct. The urge to suck is not, after all, 
exclusively masculine in nature. Females as well as males acquire it when 
they are very young, at their mothers' breasts. Men express it in later life 
by an attraction to the breasts of young women; since men don't have 
breasts, girls with a similar urge are attracted to the penis." 

Sally could have died. Having her indiscretion spread out and dissected in 
this fashion was extremely embarrassing, even though Dr. Pollard indicated 
an understanding of it. 

He went on, "The only problem, in your case, is in the direction that you 
have chosen to express your urge. We really can't have our patients leaving 
here to tell their friends they had their cocks sucked by one of our 
nurses-now, can we?" 

"I ... I suppose not, Dr. Pollard," Sally said shamefully. 

He reached out and took her hand. 

"Now, if you wish to indulge your desire here in the clinic," the night 
resident continued, his tone becoming warm and very gentle, "there is a much 
better way to do it-a way that will cause you, and the clinic, no 
embarrassment whatever." 

The doctor rose from his chair to stand in front of her. Sally stared at his 
pants, which were distended. 

No! she thought. Oh God, NO! 

Pollard moved closer to her, parting his legs to straddle her knees. 

"Go ahead, Miss Banner," he urged in a seductive tone. "You are entirely 
safe now. What happens will not be reported outside this room." 

In a way, Sally was relieved that she wasn't being fired, which would have 
all but destroyed her fledgling career as a nurse. Also, she was grateful 
for Dr. Pollard's understanding of her "problem", if that was what it was. 
But to engage in fellatio with him, her boss, right there in his office, and 
at his direction-that was a bit much. 

Still, how could she avoid it? 

And did she really want to avoid it? 

She trembled as she reached for the zipper on his fly. 

"That's the way, Miss Banner," the physician crooned. "Take out what you 
want and play with it." 

Sally had never felt so ashamed. But she was becoming highly stimulated at 
the same time. The stimulation quickly took command, and by the time she had 
lifted out Dr. Pollard's prick, which was a handsome one and already 
semi-erect-she could think of nothing else. 

"Stroke it a bit," the doctor directed, his voice husking up. 

Sally stroked his rubbery cock. The rubber quickly left it to be replaced by 
steel-except for the head, which remained somewhat pliant. The organ was 
very clean, giving forth hardly any scent. However, Sally's sensitive 
nostrils detected just enough teasing aroma to enhance her turn-on. Her 
mouth began watering. Her nostrils flared. 

"Now bend down and lick it a little," the doctor said. "Don't take it into 
your mouth just yet. I like it to be licked all over." 

Yes! Sally thought. Lick it! That's what I want to do! I want to get the 
full taste of it and feel the hardness against my tongue. 

She bent forward. Looking down, Pollard could see only the top of her 
blonde-streaked hair, where her cute little nurse's cap perched. But he felt 
the contact delightfully as Sally's moist, velvety tongue began gliding 
along his shaft and up and over the head. 

He breathed raggedly and tensed himself. His prick quivered. Sally's 
wonderful tongue moved flutteringly all over his cockhead, then down the top 
of his shaft as the head bumped her chin. 

"Take out my balls!" he begged passionately. 

The young nurse reached into his trousers and scooped out the velvet-wrapped 
nuggets so that they hung in front of his fly. She licked around the base of 
his pecker and, without being told, sent her tongue swabbing down the front 
of his scrotum. 

Pollard gasped. His entire body went rigid. 

Sally's tongue strokes caused his balls to wobble. As she licked lower, she 
got her nose down on the sac, his prick pressing upward against her face. 
Her nostrils detected a subtle scent of perspiration on his balls, which 
mingled with the musky aroma of his spit-moistened cock. Sally enjoyed both 
smells. She pressed her nose firmly into his soft nuts and licked underneath 
them. 

The doctor was panting. His hands clutched the side of Sally's head and her 
shoulder. 

As she continued licking his balls, she felt them draw upward and his 
scrotum contract. The sac became firm and wrinkled. Sally had picked up a 
hair between her lips, and she straightened to dislodge it with a finger. 
She looked up at the doctor. 

"Suck me!" he demanded, grasping her at both sides of the head. As he pulled 
her close, his aroused prick leaped with excitement, slapping moistly 
against her cheek. 

Sally, herself nearly as aroused, emitted a little cry and grasped the 
stalwart cock which was firm and straight as a tree branch. She ran her 
parted lips up its side to the head, then opened her mouth fully and fitted 
her lips onto the knoblike end. She tilted her head to the side as she began 
sucking, and pumping her mouth on the doctor's cock, giving him an 
unobstructed view of the linkage. 

"Oh, Christ!" he exclaimed. 

He moved his hips rhythmically, stroking his rigid member between the girl's 
pink, o-shaped lips. Her sucking burned his urethra, and her gliding lips 
stropped the sensitive ridge of his glans. She clutched his contracted balls 
and kneaded them. He was enraptured. 

Sally also was thrilled by the turn of events. There she was sucking her 
boss, the most important person on the clinic's night shift-and a handsome, 
well-endowed man at that. His cock pleased her immensely as it glided 
between her lips, stretching them. Her tongue fluttered about the plunging 
head, licking the bland fluid he was exuding. Sally gulped this down. She 
enjoyed sucking on Dr. Pollard's big, spongy glans. She enjoyed holding his 
warm, hairy balls. She seemed to possess him completely, even more so than 
if she'd had him between her legs. 

Suddenly Pollard croaked, "Stop! Let me fuck you!" 

Sally felt sorry to have the blissful fellatio interrupted. But she couldn't 
deny that she needed a fucking by that time. 

She glided her mouth backward to the end of the doctor's dick and released 
the bulging head with an audible "Pop!" His wet wand leaped free, twitching 
wildly. He thought for a moment that he was going to shoot, but he managed 
to maintain control as he helped Sally to her feet. 

"Get out of your clothes!" he commanded hoarsely, and he began to pull at 
his own garments. 

He watched while Sally took off her little white cap and placed it on a 
chair. Her cheeks were rosy with excitement. Her pink lips were moist and 
slack. 

She unbuttoned the front of her uniform, and her bare tits bobbled into 
view. Pollard couldn't remember ever having seen a more beautiful pair of 
boobs. They beat his wife's drooping breasts all hollow. 

Sally's tits jiggled temptingly as she stepped out of her dress. She wore 
little white briefs with pale pink flowers printed on them. 

Pollard, his smock off, was kicking out of his trousers. His stiff prick 
waved to and fro. Sally watched him as intently as he was watching her and 
with as much evident pleasure. 

"Let me take your pants off," he said, and rushed to her, dropping onto his 
knees on the carpeted floor. 

Holding the excited girl by the buttocks, he drew her against his face. 
While kneading the firm, spongy cheeks of her bottom through her silken 
briefs, he kissed her exposed belly button, then licked along the elastic 
band at the top of her bikini pants. 

He slid one hand to her front and used a finger to hook the elastic away 
from her tummy. Sally ruffled his black hair as he drew her panties low at 
the front. He kissed into her erotically scented bush. His tongue stroked 
through the tangle, plastering her hairs against her skin. 

"Ooh, doctor . . . doctor . . ." she panted. 

He shucked her panties down to her knees and kissed onto her puffy slit. His 
head was twisting at her crotch, his lips slurping nosily. His moist tongue 
struck between her warm thighs, licking along the enticing cleft of her 
womanhood. 

"Sit down on the couch," he panted, raising his head. 

Sally backed up to the leather sofa which was against the wall. She sat, 
getting a pleasant shock when her bare bottom came to rest on the smooth, 
cold surface. Scrambling forward ludicrously on his knees, his shirt tails 
flapping at each side of his stiffly uplifted prick, the doctor moved up in 
front of her. He pulled her panties off her legs and dropped the small 
garment on the floor. He pushed Sally's knees wide apart. Her pussy was a 
thing of exquisite beauty in its clump of brownish blonde hair, the outer 
lips parted slightly to reveal how wet and pink she was inside. 

The doctor pressed his mouth into the delightful cleft, and Sally gasped. 
She thrilled as she felt and heard him sucking. Then his tongue struck at 
the tingling center of her sex. 

It was a new and wonderful sensation to feel a man's tongue gliding over her 
erect little clit, pushing the hood back and tickling the naked tip of the 
extremely sensitive organ. Sally panted and moaned. She ruffled Pollard's 
hair until" it stood on end. She nearly knocked his glasses off his nose, 
but that didn't discourage him from licking all the more fervently. The tip 
of his tongue beat a thrilling tattoo against her exposed clit-head, then 
glided down and into her spasming hole. Sally's cuntal muscles grasped his 
tongue as if it were a prick. The doctor tongue-fucked her passionately, 
grinding his lips against her wet, spread labia and his nose in her pubic 
bush. His hands were clutching and wiggling her soft ass-cheeks. A fingertip 
explored her hot anus. 

Just when Sally felt sure she was going to come, Pollard let go of her and 
raised his head. His eyes were glassy with lust, and his lips were wet with 
her cuntal juice. 

"Swing around on the couch!" he demanded. "On your hands and knees. Stick 
your ass in the air!" 

Sally had never thought of having sex that way. But she didn't much care how 
she got it as long as she got it quickly. 

She complied with Pollard's request as he got to his feet. He stared at her 
lovely, curved buttocks. 

"Get your chest low," he said. "Press your tits against the couch." 

Sally did so, and the leather felt cold to her nipples. 

Pollard moved her knees apart and knelt behind her. He stared at the 
inviting sight of her upturned bottom, its rounded cheeks split apart to 
reveal the tiny puckered indentation of her asshole, with her hair-fringed 
pussy wet and open underneath. The lips had become so puffy that they 
couldn't stay closed. The little oval where he had inserted his tongue 
seemed to be pleading for the thrust of his prick. 

He quickly accepted the invitation, grasping his rod in his hand and moving 
closer. He swabbed his moist tool between the cheeks of Sally's bottom, 
across her tingling anus, then skidded it into the mouth of her cunt. He 
pushed, and her warm moistness claimed him. 

God, she was tight, he thought. 

He pushed farther, gliding his iron-hard prick all the way into her narrow 
channel. His firm, wrinkled balls pressed her clitty, and this gave the girl 
an added thrill. 

Pollard rotated his hips, stirring his long pole inside her. 

"Ooh, doctor, that's so luscious!" she exclaimed. "I just love your big 
cock!" 

"And I love your hot little cunt!" he panted. "Shit, it's so tight!" 

Sally began to writhe, circling her hole around his embedded shaft. He could 
feel her cuntal muscles rippling. This was a hundred times better than 
screwing his wife, who felt like a bucket of lard when he pushed his prick 
into her. Sally's twat was like a velvet-smooth Mixmaster. It seemed to be 
pulling on his cock while circling and squeezing it. 

He slapped his hands against her smooth buttocks and grasped hold. He helped 
to move her in just the right way as he commenced straight in-and-out 
strokes. 

"Oooh, WOW!" Sally exclaimed. That was her favorite expression when getting 
screwed. "Give it to me, doctor! Drive it innnnn!" 

Pollard fucked her vigorously. His belly patted against her plump buttocks. 
His prick made a moist sound as it pumped. The skidding of his cockhead up 
and down her narrow quim provided powerful stimulation to them both. 

The doctor lay fully forward, over her back, and ran his hands underneath 
her to clutch her firm titties. He wiggled those pliant mounds and fingered 
the nipples. 

Sally was panting and heaving beneath him, driving her pussy up and backward 
for all she was worth. Each thrust of the doctor's big, stiff prick gave her 
intense delight. 

"Don't stop!" she begged. "Fuck me all . . . night . . . long!" 

Pollard wished he could do just that, but the intense stimulation he had 
gotten from her mouth and by eating her pussy earlier had so inflamed his 
balls that he didn't have the staying power he desired. 

He felt his climax approaching, and he pounded Sally's bottom furiously, 
making his happy prick dance in her clutching quim. 

"Ooh . . . ooh . . . ooooooh!" she cried. "I'm . . . COMMMINNNNG!" 

She lurched spastically, and her cunt grasped Pollard's plunging cock like a 
hot little fist. Her finger-like muscles rippled along his rod. 

He gasped. He seemed to be strangling. His eyes rolled back. 

"Oooh, SHIT!" he exclaimed, and he spewed his warm cream into her. 

The spurts kept coming as Sally rapturously moaned and heaved, her cunt 
spasming wildly around his twitching dick. He couldn't seem to stop, and 
neither could she. Their mutual climax lifted them to the stars and held 
them there, apart from the world in a realm of pure sensation where they 
felt triumphant and totally free. 

Finally they were released to float lazily back to earth. 

Pollard lay atop Sally. His softened penis had slipped out of her snatch and 
lay moistly wedged between her soft buttocks. He still had hold of her 
breasts, his hands trapped between the springy flesh and the couch. He was 
kissing her around the neck and ears. 

"Now wasn't that better than fooling around with a patient?" Pollard 
breathed. 

"It was wonderful, doctor," Sally contentedly purred. 

"Please. Call me Bert, won't you?" Sally giggled. 

It seemed that she needn't be afraid of any problems at the clinic any more. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Still with us?" Ron asked Sally with evident surprise when she returned to 
duty. 

She glared at him. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" 

The young intern seemed puzzled. "Pollard talked to you, didn't he?" 

He did more than that, Sally wanted to say. I sucked him, and then we fucked 
gloriously! I'm his favorite nurse now. 

But she merely replied, "He talked to me--thanks to you, I suppose." 

"Sure, I'm the one who told him what you were doing with that patient. We 
can't have that crap going on in the clinic." 

"But it's all right having other crap going on, isn't it?" Sally retorted 
bitterly. "Like you sticking your finger in me and making me undress in 
front of you, then making me run down the hall nearly naked." 

"We're both members of the staff," Ron said. "Cocksucking a patient is 
something else." 

Sally wanted to slap him, but that had gotten her nothing when she had tried 
it before. Anyway, Ron had only spoken the truth, though in a crude way. The 
truth about herself didn't bother her much any more. 

"If you'll kindly quit bothering me, Dr. Marshall," she said icily, "I'll 
get back to work." 

"Do you really mean to tell me Pollard's going to let you stay on?" 

"Ask him," Sally sniffed. 

She turned and saucily switched her bottom down the hall, leaving the intern 
to stare after her in anger and frustration. 

Sally still didn't understand how Ron had found out what she did with Mike, 
but he must somehow have spied on them while they were doing it. That didn't 
bother her now that Dr. Pollard was on her side. 

And was he ever! 

Sally smiled to herself as she went about her duties. 

When her shift ended and she was leaving the clinic, she found Ron waiting 
for her in his car out front. 

"Get in and I'll give you a lift," he called. 

Sally's first impulse was to tilt her nose in the air and walk on. But she 
decided that would be foolish. Why not accept a comfortable ride to her 
apartment rather than waiting for a crowded, smelly bus which would take 
twice as long? 

She walked over to Ron's low-slung sports car and got in. He switched on the 
stereo which seemed to envelop them in soft, sensuous sound as he guided the 
car into traffic. 

He tossed her a grin. "I don't know how we happened to get off on the wrong 
foot with each other," he said, "but I'm sorry. Can't we be friends?" 

Surprised, Sally studied him. "We got off on the wrong foot because you 
treated me like a thing instead of like a person." 

"I treated you like a sex object, you mean?" 

"That's right. And then you tried to get me fired. I'm not forgetting that, 
either." 

"Well, I apologized. Won't you give me another chance?" 

He reached over and patted her bare knee. 

Sally brushed his hand away. "Another chance to what?" she demanded. 

"Oh, shit! I won't deny that I want to make out with you." 

"Well, maybe I don't want to make out with you. Did you ever consider that?" 

"Why not?" Ron asked. "Am I so ugly?" 

"Inside, yes!" 

Ron's cocky expression turned glum, and he stared through the windshield at 
the early-morning street. 

Sally stole a sideward glance at the handsome intern. Maybe I've been too 
hard on him, she thought. The only reason he reported me to Pollard was that 
his pride was hurt. 

But I'm not going to have him taking me for granted. If we do make out, it 
will be on my terms. I have some pride, too. 

"What do you do when you get home in the mornings?" Ron asked. "Go right to 
sleep?" 

"Sometimes," Sally replied. "Sometimes I goof around for awhile." 

Ron hazarded another grin. "Ever need any help, uh, goofing around?" 

Sally permitted herself to smile faintly. "Some help might come in handy." 

"May I nominate myself?" Ron sheepishly asked. 

This was more like it, Sally thought. The hotshot was showing some humility, 
and he didn't seem at all bad that way. 

"You may stop in for a little while if you want to," Sally said. 

Ron looked as if she had just made his day. 

Sally showed him where to park in back of her apartment building. They 
entered from the rear, thereby being less conspicuous. She unlocked the door 
of her apartment and stepped aside to let Ron enter first. 

She was embarrassed when he almost got slapped in the face by a pair of 
panties. She had forgotten that she'd strung her under things up to dry the 
night before. 

"Oh, let me get rid of these," she said quickly, and snatched the improvised 
clothesline. 

Ron grasped the pink pants which he had nearly run into. 

"I'll just keep these as a little souvenir, huh?" he said, stuffing the 
panties into his pocket. 

"A souvenir of what?" Sally demanded, her cheeks reddening with anger as she 
held the twisted clothesline against her. 

Ron bumbled, "Well, I . . . just naturally figured . . ." 

"That's just your trouble," Sally snapped. "You take girls for granted." 

"Okay . . . okay! Sorry." It was evident that Ron was tired of apologizing. 

"Let me put this stuff away and I'll get some coffee going," Sally said, 
opening a bureau drawer and tossing lingerie and clothesline inside. 

Ron was glancing about the cluttered but not dirty room. "This is your 
living room and bedroom both, huh?" 

"Yes. The bed's there." Sally indicated the sofa. She turned toward the 
kitchen. 

"Don't bother with coffee on my account," Ron said. "I was slurping the 
stuff all night." He quickly added, "But make some for yourself if you want 
it." 

"No," Sally said, and sat down on the couch. 

"I don't usually have any before I go to bed." 

Ron quickly lit beside her. "I'd sure like to go to bed with you," he said 
earnestly. 

There was something boyish about him at that moment, Sally thought. It 
couldn't help but appeal to her. 

"Let me think about it a little, hmmm?" she said. Ron grinned. 

Then suddenly his resistance gave out, and he was all over her, pushing her 
against the back of the sofa and pressing his insistent lips to hers. Sally 
didn't have a chance to struggle. She let her lips part, admitting his hot 
tongue. 

She raised one knee a little, and Ron placed his hand behind it, underneath. 
He twisted her toward him on the cushion and ran his hand up the back of her 
bare thigh. Before Sally knew what was happening, he was fondling one of her 
buttocks through her thin, silky pants. 

His tongue was still churning in her mouth. 

Her heartbeat accelerated. Her nipples spiked up. Moisture crept along the 
lips of her pussy, which was jammed snugly between her thighs as she sat on 
one hip and Ron toyed with the other. 

The pattern of surrender was developing in a way which had become familiar 
to her in the last few days. Ordinarily it wasn't at all bad, but with Ron 
things had to be different. She had vowed that. 

Just as he was hooking his fingers around the elastic top of her panties, 
preparing to pull them off, Sally squirmed free of his embrace and pushed 
him back. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" he grinned in confusion. "I thought we were 
getting along fine." 

"I know that's what you thought," Sally retorted. "But you were taking me 
for granted again." 

"Well, for Christ's sake!" the young intern snapped. "What do you want me to 
do-ask, 'May I please fuck you?' 

"I don't want to even talk about fucking," Sally said, enjoying her use of 
the word. "At least not for awhile." 

"You mean, you'll let me fuck you later?" Ron asked, happy to latch onto 
even a future commitment at that stage. 

"Maybe. That is, if you're a good boy first." Sally's brown eyes sparkled 
mischievously. 

"Well, what do you want me to do?" 

Sally thought quickly. There was a wide range of possibilities which had 
occurred to her in idle moments when she had mused about having a man under 
her domination. She wasn't sure whether all girls entertained such fantasies 
or not, but the thoughts had been a recurring experience for her. She had 
never really planned to put them into effect; however, the present 
opportunity seemed too good to let pass. 

Grinning impishly, she hopped to her feet. Her shapely tits bobbed in her 
dress. 

"First, I want you to sit right there," she said, "and don't move. If you 
try to grab me before 

I give you permission, that will be the end of it-understand?" 

"Yeah," Ron said a bit puzzled. "I guess so." 

"Now, I'm going to get undressed," Sally announced. 

That pleased Ron, and he wasn't inclined to object to anything. He sat back 
with a smile of anticipation while Sally removed her dress and posed in her 
silk scan ties. She proudly turned this way and that, exhibiting her body 
from various angles. Her full breasts jutted ripely, her pink nipples erect. 
The mounds quivered delectably as she moved. Her thighs tapered to 
mouth-watering fullness where they were encircled by the elastics of her 
bikini pants. When she turned her back to Ron, he was afforded a seductive 
view of her ass, sheathed in nylon which was so sheer that the crack between 
her plump buttocks showed through. 

Continuing to face the other way, Sally hooked the top of her panties and 
drew them down. She could hear the sigh of appreciation that issued from Ron 
as he stared at her beautiful bare bottom. She lifted one leg, then the 
other, daintily stepping out of her panties. 

She turned to face Ron, her panties dangling from her hand. 

"Like me?" she asked as his eyes ruffled her silken pubic bush. 

"Hell, yes!" the young man passionately declared. 

Sally was having a lot of fun, shamelessly exposing herself and driving Ron 
wild with anticipation. She was very conscious of the power which she held 
over him. She wanted to draw that power out and to get all the satisfaction 
she could from it. 

She tossed her panties to the man seated on the couch. 

"Kiss them," she said simply, recalling the strange thrill she had derived 
when a patient had done that. 

Ron held her panties up in front of him. He carefully looked them over, then 
drew them to his face. He pressed the warm nylon against his nose and lips. 
Sally's sweet, intimate scent teased his nostrils. 

"I think you ought to get undressed," she said. 

Ron dropped her panties on the sofa and jumped up. There was a sizable hump 
at the front of his trousers. He clearly was anxious to take his clothes 
off, evidently feeling that Sally was about to let him screw her. 

She watched with an amused expression as he tossed his jacket and shirt 
aside, baring a handsome chest with a fair quantity of brown, curly hairs 
adorning it. He bent and pulled off his loafers, hopping from one foot to 
the other, then let his trousers down. 

His aroused prick made a mountain in the front of his stretchy briefs. When 
he whipped the briefs away, his cock bounced erectly up and down. 

He had a good one, Sally decided. Not the best she had seen-the patient she 
had screwed in bed still held the title for that-but Ron's prick was large 
enough to give her all the satisfaction she needed. Right then, the state of 
its readiness pleased her very much, because it demonstrated once again the 
influence that she had over him. 

A crazy idea occurred to her as she stared at Ron standing nude, her panties 
lying on the couch behind him. 

"Hang my panties over your dong," she said, and giggled. 

He didn't even balk at that. He picked up her silken pants and hung them on 
his projecting prick. 

Sally laughed. 

Ron regarded her quizzically. "Are you just going to make fun of me?" 

"Of course not," she said. "You can toss the panties aside." 

Ron did so. 

His penis had slumped a bit. It was still stiff but aiming slightly 
downward. Sally decided she would have to get him to do something right away 
that would bring his rod back to full tilt. 

"Would you like to kiss my tits?" she offered. 

"You bet!" he exclaimed. 

Sally watched his penis twitch and climb high again, just at the thought of 
placing his lips around her jutting pink nipples. 

"You can do it," she said. "But don't touch me anywhere else. Do you 
understand?" 

"Shit, baby, I don't know why you're so bossy about all this." 

"Because I don't want you taking me for granted any more. Now do what I 
said." 

Ron moved up to her and carefully cupped one of her titties between his 
hands. Lifting the springy globe, he stuck out his tongue and licked the 
erect nipple. That felt good to Sally. 

Ron took her nipple into his mouth, bathing it in his saliva and stroking it 
with his velvety tongue while he sucked. That felt better yet. 

Sally realized that she would have to control herself very carefully so as 
to avoid abandoning her game plan and letting Ron have his way with. her. 

He shifted from one titty to the other, tugging at one nipple with his lips 
while he fingered the first one. His erect penis touched her silken belly, 
and she felt the dampness of the pre-coital fluid he was exuding. 

"That's enough," Sally said finally. By that time, she was very excited. 
'.'Now get down on your knees." 

Ron quickly dropped to the floor. 

"Do you like my feet?" Sally asked. 

Ron stared at them. "Yeah. They're pretty nice." 

"Why don't you kiss them?" Sally suggested, a giddy thrill coursing through 
her as she lifted a foot in front of him. 

He hesitated, having never kissed a girl's feet before or even thought about 
it. He looked up at 

Sally, as if undecided. His gaze took in the glory of her full, thrusting 
breasts, which were even more impressive when viewed from below. He stared 
straight ahead at the fluffed light-brown hairs on her mount of Venus. Since 
he was holding one of her feet elevated in front of her, her pussy was 
partially exposed, and he stared at the enticing beige-colored lips which 
had silky hairs strewn along them. 

All these glimpses of erotic beauty convinced Ron to demean himself even 
further in order to possess Sally completely. Kissing her feet didn't seem 
so bad, anyway. 

He bent and pressed his lips against her cute, dainty toes. Sally sucked in 
her breath. 

"More-kiss them more!" she demanded. "Kiss them all over!" 

Ron became carried away, and he glided his moist, parted lips all over the 
girl's finely arched instep, along the side of her foot, and across her 
toes. He commenced licking, slithering his tongue in between her toes. 

Sally found that she enjoyed this very much. 

"Take them in your mouth!" she commanded. 

Ron eagerly did so, sucking each toe in turn, progressing from the tiniest 
to the large one. 

When he had completed with one foot, Sally gave him the other. He kissed it 
thoroughly in the very same fashion. 

Extremely excited by that time, she pulled away from him and ran to the 
couch. She threw herself down on her belly. 

"Kiss my back!" she directed the young intern, who seemed to have become her 
virtual slave. 

Ron knelt next to the couch and began licking along her spine as he ran his 
hands over her, stroking her back, thighs, and buttocks. 

"KISS MY ASS!" Sally stridently demanded. 

Moaning in rapture, Ron glided his moist lips onto a firm, lusciously 
mounted buttock. The pressure and stroking of his mouth caused the girl's 
ass-flesh to wobble and quiver against his face. 

His mouth hopped across her crack and kissed the opposite buttock. Opening 
his mouth a bit wider, he caught part of her meaty buttock between his teeth 
and bit gently. 

"Oh!" Sally exclaimed. But even the little hurt felt good, so she didn't 
protest. 

Ron proceeded to lick the portion of her buttock which he had just bitten. 
He continued running his moist tongue over her ass, getting teasingly close 
to the crack between the mounds. He stroked his tongue along the groove 
under each buttock. His nose brushed across her crack. 

"Get between the cheeks!" Sally ordered, her tone passionately husky. "Lick 
me everywhere!" 

This was something else that Ron had never done before. But he wasn't about 
to stop. He had gotten wholly caught up in the excitement of the situation, 
gaining a strange stimulation from being dominated by the proudly sluttish 
young woman. 

He glided his wet tongue into the crevice between her satiny buttocks. His 
tongue stroked downward, feeling the crinkly little dimple of her anus. He 
licked lower, onto the sensitive bridge between her anus and cunt. By that 
time his nose was in her ass-crack, as well as his mouth. 

Wildly excited, Sally rotated her hips as she pressed her ass upward against 
his face. Ron's nose was right against her asshole as his tongue slithered 
into her hot, slippery cunt. 

Sally rolled over, swinging a leg above his head. This had the effect of 
rotating her cuntal socket around his penetrating tongue. She drew both legs 
back, spreading her knees wide apart, and thrust her cunt heatedly against 
his mouth. Ron tongue-fucked her luscious pussy as his nostrils were flooded 
by her musky, sweet scent. 

"Oooh shit, FUCK me!" Sally cried. 

Ron sprang atop her and sank his long quivering rod all the way up her hot 
clasping cunt. Sprawled on his elbows which were planted at each side of 
her, he grasped her bulging tits. He fucked her wildly as he squeezed her 
breasts for dear life. 

Sally started coming. 

She kept coming as she panted and moaned with delight, her cunt rippling 
spastically around the young man's fast-stroking cock. 

He gasped. He groaned. He drove into her for all he was worth. Suddenly, as 
Sally's continuing orgasm reached a new high pitch of frenzy, Ron's cock 
jerked inside her, and he hosed the pit of her pussy with his warm, gushing 
cream. 

"Oooooooooh!" she bawled. 

"Shit! Ooh, Jesus!" he said. 

It had been a memorable climax for both of them and one which neither of 
them was likely to forget. Nor would they forget the preliminaries which had 
lifted them to the feverish heights of passion. 

They had established a new relationship based upon strange, previously 
undiscovered needs. And the most remarkable thing of all was the way in 
which their odd needs dovetailed. 

It seemed that Ron, who usually wore a cocky mask, enjoyed being subjugated 
just as much as Sally, who had been a plaything for a number of males, 
enjoyed exercising the upper hand with him. Suiting each other as they did, 
it was inevitable that they would get together again. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The next night at the clinic, Sally was much in demand. 

Dr. Pollard had left word at the front desk that he wanted to see her as 
soon as she arrived. Ron, however, was standing right by the desk sipping 
some coffee as he waited for her. Also waiting was a prospective patient who 
had told the receptionist he was a friend of Mike Preston. His complaint was 
vague, and he had inquired for Sally. 

When the pretty blonde entered, all eyes searched her, including those of 
the brunette girl behind the reception desk. As the receptionist delivered 
her messages, Ron moved up. 

"Hello, beautiful," he murmured close to Sally's ear. 

She gave him a snooty look. "Hello, yourself." 

"Come into my office. I want to talk with you about a couple of cases." 

"But I'm supposed to see Dr. Pollard," Sally protested. "And this gentleman 
is waiting." She indicated the patient who sat ogling her so intently that 
she felt naked. 

Without replying, Ron took her by an arm and hustled her down the corridor 
to his office. He thrust her inside, followed, and shut the door after them. 

"How dare you treat me like that!" Sally snapped, whirling on him. 

He thrilled at her display of temper. "I-I'm sorry," he said meekly. 

"Well, you ought to be." Sally lowered her lashes, regarding him coolly. She 
was beginning to feel anything but cool inside. "I think you had just better 
pay for it right now!" 

She sat on a chair, and she didn't have to tell Ron what to do. He 
immediately knelt in front of her. He lifted one of her feet, slipped off 
her shoe, and began licking her toes. 

Sally giggled and writhed. Her skirt slid high on her thighs as her legs 
opened and closed. Ron sighted up those lush columns at her pale-pink 
panties which played peek-a-boo with him. He was nibbling at the tips of her 
toes. 

Sally reached forward, grasped him by the ears, and pulled him into the warm 
vee of her thighs. Her uniform skirt partially covered his head as he drove 
the rest of the way and pressed his lips against the crotch of her silk 
panties. 

The girl's belly quaked as he kissed her intimately through the thin 
barrier. He inhaled the marvelous scent of her femaleness. Sally twisted 
until she was lying over an arm of the chair and her bottom was upraised. 
Her skirt had become wound around her hips, exposing the lower portion of 
her pink briefs. 

Ron pushed her skirt up to the small of her back and began kissing the seat 
of her panties. He pulled her panties down and kissed her bare ass. 

Sally squirmed in delight. She wriggled her bottom against Ron's face. He 
glided his tongue between her satiny buttocks and licked her hot asshole. 

She decided to turn the tables on Ron just to show him how nice she could be 
after he had been nice to her. She slid off the chair to kneel in front of 
him. 

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed passionately as she opened his pants and took out 
his stiff prick. 

She began licking the bulging, ball knob of his cock. 

Ron's pecker jerked up and down with excitement, skidding away from the 
girl's mouth, bumping her nose, and gliding against her cheeks. Sally's pink 
tongue kept chasing it. She made no effort to hold Ron's cock steady, 
because it seemed more fun to play with him that way. 

She forced his shaft straight up against his clothed belly and licked down 
its underside until she had her mouth in his yawning fly. She nipped at the 
soft, hair-strewn skin of his scrotum just below the base of his shaft. 

Much as Ron needed fulfillment, he had too much sense to beg Sally to suck 
him off. Had he done so, she would likely have told him to bug off, and he 
knew it. 

As things were, however, Sally waggled her wet tongue back up the underside 
of his prick. She spent several tantalizing moments lashing his cockhead at 
the very sensitive point where it was attached to his shaft underneath. Then 
she capped her warm, wet mouth over the crown of his pecker, and she began 
to suck greedily. 

"Aaah . . . AAAH . . . ooh, SHIT!" Ron exclaimed. 

He remained still, though it took an extreme effort to do so, while Sally 
pumped her sucking mouth forward and back on his blissfully throbbing cock. 
His fat glans plowed her tongue. Her teeth scraped his shaft next to her 
rhythmically clasping, soft lips. 

The ecstatic intern shut his eyes and tilted his head back. He breathed 
gaspingly through parted lips. 

Sally mouth-fucked his prick ever faster. She wanted to make him come in her 
mouth. He gasped again and again as her encircling lips skidded rapidly up 
and down across his corona. 

Suddenly she locked her lips just in back of his cockhead, and she 
compressed them rhythmically in that super-sensitive groove as she flogged 
his bulging glans with her wet, hot tongue. 

"AAAHHGH!" Ron rasped, and he came, exploding in Sally's mouth. 

His thick cream washed over her tongue, driving her taste buds wild. Sally 
came as she gulped down his semen. Juice spurted from her pussy to run fast, 
trickling down along her thighs. Her panties, which Ron had pulled partially 
down, didn't hinder the flow. 

The young intern kept coming in her mouth. Sally swallowed as fast as she 
could, but she couldn't gulp down all his copious flow. Part of it oozed out 
between his quivering shaft and her clasping lips, and it drooled down her 
chin. Her lips became flecked with foam. 

When Ron had finally expelled the entire load of his balls, Sally let his 
softening prick slip out of her mouth, and she sucked off its tip as it 
dropped. She smiled up at him and ran her pink tongue around the edges of 
her mouth, licking the foam from her lips. She scraped the spilled cum off 
her chin with a finger and licked that, too. 

"Good God!" Ron exclaimed, his head spinning, and dropped into a chair. 

Sally giggled and got to her feet. She pulled up her panties and let her 
skirt drop. 

"Now will there be anything else, Dr. Marshall?" she inquired, then pertly 
answered her own question by snapping, "There hadn't better be, you prick!" 

She waggled her saucy buttocks as she flounced out. 

As she straightened her cap and strode down the corridor to Dr. Pollard's 
office, she felt like the queen of the clinic. She had the entire place 
quite literally by the balls. 

She rapped quickly at Pollard's door, opened it, and walked in. 

"My dear!" he exclaimed, and arose behind his desk. 

"Hello, Bert," she said sweetly. 

The bespectacled, tall man circled his desk and took Sally in his arms. They 
kissed, and their tongues stroked. Bert ran a hand down Sally's back and 
massaged her plump, ungirdled buttocks. 

She felt his cock come alive against her. 

It pleased her to have such a magical power of levitation over the pricks of 
the world. She saw in her mind's eye a row of nude men stretching the length 
of a football field, and she was prancing in front of them. As she passed 
each man, his cock snapped to rigid attention. 

Bert released her slowly and stepped back. 

"My God, I don't know what it is about you," he said, breathing heavily, 
"but I've got you in my blood. Since we were together last night, I couldn't 
think about anything else. I'm going to need you every night, I'm afraid." 

"That's just fine with me," Sally said, and grasped his hard-on through his 
pants. 

Such a jolt went through him that she was afraid he might come. But he 
managed to maintain control. 

"Hurry up and take your clothes off," he directed. 

Sally thought it would be nice if she could act independent with him and 
turn him into her slave, as she had Ron. But Bert was the night resident, 
her boss, and she didn't dare take such a chance. Perhaps he wouldn't 
respond as favorably as Ron had. Then her sweet setup at the clinic would be 
destroyed. 

Sally stripped. 

"You've got the most luscious tits I've ever seen," Bert told her as he 
watched them bobbing while she drew her skirt down. 

"Thank you," she smiled, and stepped out of her uniform. She turned to lay 
it across a chair, showing him her panty-clad ass. 

"And you're beautiful in back, too," Bert went on. "That's a rarity. Usually 
girls with great tits have poor asses and vice versa." 

"Being a doctor, you must have seen lots of girls in the nude," Sally said 
as she faced him again and stripped down her panties. 

"Yes, lots." 

Bert seemed mesmerized as he stared at her fluffy blonde triangle. The hairs 
had a burnished effect, like gold, some of them quite dark and others pale 
like the light streaks in the hair on her head. 

"Aren't you going to get undressed, Bert?" she asked. "Oh. Yeah. Sure." 

He quickly pulled at his clothes and, in a few moments, was as naked as she. 
His cock was hard and thrusting. 

"I want to take you standing up this time," he said. "Do you mind?" 

Sally remembered the fun she'd had with the orderly, Sam, that way, and she 
said, "Of course not. But don't you want me to do something else first?" 

She dropped to her knees in front of the doctor. 

"Just do it a little," he begged. "I don't wan to get too excited before I 
stick it in you." 

Sally steadied his prick with her hand and began licking it as she had 
licked Ron's. It tasted very much the same, but there was a subtle 
difference. Every man's cock had a slightly different flavor. 

She wondered if pussies each tasted a little different, too. 

She let Bert's projecting prick push between her soft lips and enter her 
mouth. Her lips crawled along the shaft until his glans threatened to 
stopper her throat, then she stroked her mouth back and forward while she 
sucked. Her cool, delicate hand played with Bert's balls. 

"Damn, it's wonderful . . . when you do that!" he said, speaking with 
difficulty because of the powerful effect it had on him. 

Sally just kept pumping her mouth on his cock, caressing the bald, bulging 
head with her tongue, and sucking. She rolled his nuts in her hand as if 
they were large marbles in a velvet sack. 

"Now!" Bert suddenly exclaimed. "Let me drive it in you!" 

Sally released his cock and got to her feet. His aroused organ gleamed with 
saliva as it whipped to and fro. 

Remembering what he had said about taking her standing up, Sally put her 
arms around his neck and waited for him to boost her. But he didn't do so. 

"Face the other way and bend over," he directed. 

Sally turned about. She wasn't sure how the position was going to work, but 
she bent at the waist. Her hairy cunt popped out from between the tops of 
her creamy thighs. - 

"All the way down!" Bert ordered. "Grab your ankles with your hands." 

She followed directions, and found the position quite uncomfortable. Her 
titties hung down. From Bert's angle, she was all ass, and that suited him 
precisely. 

He held his pecker in his fist as he moved up to her, then fitted the 
bulbous head into her soft slit. When he pushed, Sally swayed forward. He 
grasped her hips to maintain her balance, and his cock glided all the way up 
her tunnel. She was very warm and moist and snug around him. 

He began to stroke. 

Sally was somewhat dismayed to take it in that position, but Bert's thrusts 
certainly felt good. The fist-like end of his pecker spread her sensitive 
tissues as it forged to the pit of her sexual cavity, then retreated to come 
charging in again. His hard shaft sawed against her clitty. His balls bumped 
that sensitive tip as well. And every few strokes, when he was fully inside 
her, he would twist his long stiff cock in a way that activated all her 
sexual nerve-ends at once. The effect was extremely voluptuous. 

Bert was powerfully pleased by Sally's encompassing warmth which was 
slippery and pliant while still clinging close to every inch of his cock. 
This was fucking as it was supposed to be. He hadn't gotten such good ass in 
years, if ever. 

His excitement increased as he pumped his big prick into the nurse's 
upturned pussy. He continued to hold her by the hips. Though the posture was 
tiring for Sally, the thrilling thrusts of Bert's log-like cock overcame her 
discomfort, and she twisted her butt, pushing backward to absorb more and 
more of him. 

"Ooh, man, I love it!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop! Fuck me deeper! Push that 
monster in!" 

Bert was pushing it into her all the way to the hilt every time, and his 
cock head was hitting bottom. She didn't really need any more. But when a 
girl was as hot as Sally was right then, she felt as if she could take a 
telephone pole, and that was what she wanted. 

Bert rammed her ass harder. Each jolt made her lurch forward, and if he 
hadn't been holding onto her she surely would have tumbled onto her face. 
Her tits shook like fruit hanging from a storm-tossed bough. 

"Let me . . . get on my knees!" Sally begged, for she couldn't maintain the 
bent-over position any longer. 

"Okay," Bert said. "Get down." 

As she sank to the floor, he sank along with her, and their linkage wasn't 
lost. She pressed her breasts against the carpet and was free to wiggle her 
ass more voluptuously as the doctor kept driving like a fiend. 

"Ooh . . . ooh . . . wow!" she panted. "Give it to me, you fucker! Shit! 
Ooh,-bay-beeee!" 

By that time she was pumping as hard and fast as he was. His belly splatted 
rapidly against her butt-cheeks. His charger worked like a pneumatic drill 
in her happy hole. 

"Uuuh . . . oooooh . . . YESSSSS!" she said, and started coming. 

Her cunt convulsed around him, as if trying to pull his prick out by the 
roots. 

"AAAGHH!" Bert growled and his twitching pecker let fly. He drenched Sally's 
insides. 

They heaved and moaned together, their bodies slipping and sliding on the 
film of perspiration which their mutual exertions had built up. Finally the 
girl collapsed on the floor, and Bert sprawled atop her. 

"What a . . . lucky day it was . . . when you came to work... at this 
clinic!" Bert said, breathing hard. He sucked Sally's ear. 

"It was lucky for me, too," the student nurse replied. 

She had come to think of her new way of life in just such an uncomplicated 
way. But she failed to realize that good luck had a way of turning bad. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"That guy's still waiting for you in the reception room," Ron said, catching 
Sally right after she had left Bert's office. "He says he doesn't want to 
see a doctor-just you. But you know our rules. We'd better see him 
together." 

"Sounds like you're jealous, and I don't like that," Sally said. "You've got 
no claim on me." 

"But you work under my supervision." 

"Oh, all right. We'll see him together, if you insist." 

Sally decided then and there to punish Ron for being so officious. He could 
have let her see the patient alone if he had wanted to-no one would ever 
have known the difference. He was just using his authority to cut in on what 
he suspected would be a sex scene. Well, he could cut in, Sally thought, but 
that didn't mean it would do him any good. 

They proceeded down the corridor to the reception area, and Sally looked at 
the man in jeans and jacket. He was moderately tall and wore a mustache with 
long black sideburns. He had eyes that undressed a girl with their steady 
gaze. 

"Would you come this way, please?" Sally said properly. 

She turned, and he followed her to an examination room. His eyes played 
pattie-cake with her buttocks all the way. Ron followed him. 

They entered the examination room, and Ron closed the door. 

"What's this dude doing here?" the patient asked Sally, referring to the 
white-smocked intern. 

"This is Dr. Marshall," she said. "And you are . . . ?" 

"Pete Trevino. But I didn't ask to see no doctor." 

"It's clinic policy," Ron said. "Now what seems to be your trouble?" 

"Oh, shit!" said Pete, and headed for the door. 

Sally sprang after him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her 
braless titties against his back. Pete stopped and stiffened up. He looked 
questioningly at the doctor. 

"So you need sexual therapy," Ron said, surprising Sally with his quickness. 
"I can understand that." He smiled blandly. 

"What is it with this guy?" Pete asked Sally. 

"Don't worry about him," the young nurse advised as she began unbuttoning 
her uniform. "Just forget that he's here." 

Pete forgot everything else when he glimpsed Sally's tits standing round and 
ripe inside her white dress. She pushed the dress off her shoulders, and her 
boobies sprang free. 

"Shit, this is better than a whorehouse!" Pete exclaimed. 

Sally didn't like that and she frowned. She held her uniform at her hips, 
undecided as to whether she should let it down the rest of the way or pull 
it back up. 

But when she saw the firm hump rising at the front of Pete's jeans and 
reminded herself, at the same time, that she was about to have a new and 
different opportunity to prove her power over Ron, she went ahead with the 
disrobing. 

Wearing pink silk panties, she stepped out of her uniform. 

Pete chuckled tensely, and rubbed his hands along the sides of his jeans. 
Ron shifted from one foot to the other as he stared. 

Sally was a fetching sight as she stood before the men in just her panties 
and pert nurse's cap. 

"Do you want to take your clothes off, Pete?" she asked. 

The dark complexioned guy glanced at Ron. "Is he gonna stay here?" 

"I told you to forget him," Sally said a bit sharply. "Now do you want to 
screw me or not?" 

"Shit, yes!" was Pete's enthusiastic reply. Making an obvious effort to 
ignore Ron, he stripped off his jacket, then his shirt. 

Ron sat on a chair in a corner. Sally smiled at him, but he didn't return 
the gesture. He was as tense as Pete, but less sure of what he was going to 
get. 

Pete hopped from one foot to the other as he pulled off his boots. Then he 
pushed down his jeans, and his cock leaped free. He wore no underwear. 

Sally gazed at his hard-on, which was already fully developed. Black hairs 
curled around the base of his uplifted prick, partially shrouding his large, 
dangling balls. 

He pushed his jeans all the way down his legs and stepped out of them. He 
dropped them with his other clothes on the floor and looked hopefully at 
Sally. 

"Mike told me you like to give head," he said bluntly. 

"Mike was right," Sally admitted, and dropped to her knees in front of the 
well-built man. 

Ron unconsciously gripped the arms of his chair. It was going to be 
difficult watching Sally with another man, because of his own lust for her. 

As she reached out and grasped the other man's prick, tilting it toward her 
descending mouth, she cast a quick glance Ron's way. His anguished look was 
rewarding. 

Suffer! she thought as she fitted her pink lips around the tip of Pete's 
pecker. 

"AAH!" he exclaimed, and a tremor went through him. 

Sally sucked at just the tip of his cock, tickling the vent with her moist 
tongue. Then she released his glans and let her parted lips skid along the 
side of his organ, all the way down the shaft. She pressed her nose into his 
thick pubic hairs, inhaling his sweaty scent as she kissed them. She was 
turning on strongly. The fact that Ron was watching made her all the more 
raunchy. 

She licked Pete's pendulous balls, then waggled her tongue up the underside 
of his shaft as the organ brushed her nose. She let her lips crawl over the 
crown of his cock from underneath, until she had the whole glans in her 
mouth and was sucking contentedly. 

She cocked an eye at Ron. 

He seemed fit to burst. His lips were parted as he stared at the erotic 
display, and there was a mountainous peak at his lap. 

Sally expelled Pete's cockhead with a liquid popping sound, and said to Ron, 
"You can take out your prick and play with it, if you want." 

"Come on-give me some more head, baby," Pete begged. 

He ran his hands into Sally's tousled hair and pulled her against his cock. 
She let the organ slide sideways against her mouth and nibbled at it as if 
she were eating corn off the cob. Her mischievous eyes were on Ron. 

He didn't want to masturbate in front of anyone. In fact, he had given up 
masturbation as a regular practice some years ago. But he was powerfully 
stimulated, watching Sally with Pete, and she had suggested that he play 
with himself. Pete hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, Pete was paying no 
attention to him at all. 

Ron's hands slid toward his fly. 

Sally saw that, and she seized Pete's stiff prick in her mouth. She began to 
pump her head, drawing an ecstatic groan from the man. 

Ron fumbled with his fly. He pulled the zipper down. His hand slid inside. 

While Sally sucked Pete's cock and made him writhe, she watched Ron pull his 
aroused penis out of his clothes. It pleased her to see him wrap his hand 
around the upthrust stalk. When he began to stroke himself, it gave her a 
great satisfaction. 

Look what I'm making him do! she thought. Just watching me with another man 
has turned him on so strong that he can't control himself. 

Pete bent slightly, ran his hands down Sally's front, and grasped at her 
vibrating tits. He pulled her nipples. Then he ran his fingers under her 
tits and bounced the shapely mounds in his cupping hands. 

"God damn!" he exclaimed. "I want to eat you, too!" 

He sank to the floor, his cock pulling out of Sally's mouth, and he twisted 
so that he was facing her panties. Sally stretched out on her side and 
resumed sucking his prick. Pete worked his head between her warm, smooth 
thighs and got it right into her crotch. He pressed his face against the 
narrow strip of her panties that passed between her legs. 

She had gone through two exciting interludes already that evening, with 
those very panties on, and she had just begun drizzling anew. Her panty 
crotch was rich with the musky-sweet aroma of cunt juice. As Pete breathed 
in the heady fragrance, he went wilder than ever-especially so since Sally 
was still pumping her soft, warm lips up and down on his prick. He hooked 
her panty crotch aside and buried his mouth in her hairy twat as his nose 
nestled between her soft, spongy buttocks. Sally writhed against his face. 
She arched her neck so that she could attack his thrusting cock even more 
vigorously. 

Watching all this, Ron groaned and frigged his own cock faster. 

Pete grasped the top of Sally's pink panties. Writhing, he pulled them off 
her. She interrupted the sucking of his prick to climb astride him, facing 
his feet. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her backward. She sat on his 
face. 

The man was in heaven with his nose wedged between her buttocks and his 
tongue sticking up her hair-fringed cunt while she rapidly stroked her 
encircling lips up and down on his towering cock. 

Ron's fist flew on his upthrust rod. He writhed. 

Pete circled his thrusting tongue in Sally's hot, slippery hole. Her juice 
dribbled down and into his mouth. She squirmed with excitement, wiggling her 
warm, spongy buttocks against his cheeks. His nose burrowed against her 
yielding asshole. 

Finally the man had to push her up from his face so that he could gulp some 
fresh air. But she remained bent forward, sucking his cock. 

Ron stared at her split, hairy ass . . . her pussy flared open and 
dribbling. He lunged from his chair, his cock waggling like a wagon-tongue, 
and he grasped Sally's hips. As Pete stared up, unable to stop him, Ron 
lifted Sally and turned her about. Her mouth swiveled on Pete's prick, and 
she kept sucking all the while. 

Ron positioned her at right angles to the other man, planting her knees 
against the floor. He grasped his horny cock and worked the end of it into 
her wetly receptive quim. He pushed, nailing her deeply. 

Sally was aware that it was Ron who had driven into her. But by that time 
she didn't care that he had kicked over the traces. She badly needed a prick 
at both ends, and one man couldn't supply that many. 

She pumped her mouth heatedly on Pete's cock while Ron pounded into her with 
bull-like thrusts from the rear. Her whole body shook. Her dangling tits 
quivered. 

Pete writhed, thrusting upward into her sucking mouth. He was driving his 
prickhead right into her throat. His buttocks slapped against the 
vinyl-tiled floor. Sally's mouth made a soft slurping sound as she sucked 
him. Ron's prick went slop-slop-slop as it pumped into her very juicy cunt, 
sending back a fine spray of moisture and causing thick drops to dribble 
down into her bush. 

The harder Ron rammed her, the more eagerly she went down on Pete's prick. 
She sucked it hard. Her teeth scraped the shaft. Her lips skidded like a 
soft rubber band up and down across the ridge of Pete's cockhead. 

He stiffened from head to toe. He gasped. His eyes rolled back in their 
sockets and he let out a cry of delight. His cock fountained forcefully in 
Sally's sucking mouth, drenching her tongue and her tonsils, spurting into 
her throat. 

She gulped, continuing to pump her mouth on his spewing prick. She climaxed, 
her cunt tightening on Ron's plunging cock, trapping the glans deep inside 
her. Her vaginal muscles rippled up and down his shaft. 

Ron growled and let fly, shooting her full of his warm cream. 

Sally was getting it at both ends, and she was happier than she had ever 
been in her life. She twisted and humped. She gurgled. Vibrations went 
through her from head to tail. 

She couldn't swallow Pete's cream fast enough, and some dribbled out past 
her lips and down his quivering shaft. Her lips became flecked with foam. 

Her pussy lips were foam-flecked, too, as Ron ground his pelvis against her 
soft crotch, jerking and spurting so vigorously that some of his stuff 
squirted back. 

Finally Sally let Pete's snake slither limply from her mouth, and she 
collapsed across his hairy loins as Ron fell inert atop her. They lay in a 
panting heap, blissfully sated. 

Sally had discovered how to double her pleasure, and she wasn't sure whether 
one man at a time would ever satisfy her again. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The next night she was making her rounds, checking on the patients in the 
clinic's few overnight rooms. The first man had been sedated and was 
sleeping soundly. Sally made a notation on his chart and proceeded on to the 
next room. 

It was occupied by a black man who was being held for observation in 
connection with an accident in the factory where he worked. But he seemed to 
be all right. He was awake and grinned at Sally from his pillow when she 
entered the room. 

"How are we feeling tonight?" she asked with a warm smile. 

"Pretty good right now," the patient replied, his white teeth gleaming in 
contrast to his very dark skin. He seemed tall and slender beneath the 
covers and was perhaps twenty-five years old. 

His eyes followed Sally to the foot of the bed where she bent to pick up his 
chart which hung there. The top of her uniform sagged a bit to reveal the 
creamy orbs within. 

The patient's name was Leroy Washburn, she read. She noted that it was time 
to take his temperature. 

Feeling his warm eyes on her, she moved to the small stand beside his bed 
and picked up a thermometer. 

"Open wide," she told him, and bent to put the thermometer in his mouth. 

Leroy's eyes opened wider than his lips when he saw her tits hanging right 
in front of his face. The luscious mounds were exposed nearly to her 
nipples. 

Feeling he had little to lose and perhaps a lot to gain by taking a chance, 
the black man reached up and cupped both breasts through her uniform. Sally 
had just slipped the thermometer into his mouth and was about to straighten 
up. But when he grasped her boobs and began squeezing, such a thrill went 
through her that she maintained her bent-over pose. She smiled. 

"Oh, baby, I heard about you," Leroy said, grinning back, and the 
thermometer fell out of his mouth. "I wasn't sure I could believe it, 
though. I mean, I didn't know if you'd be interested in a black dude like 
me." 

"You heard about me?" Sally asked, wanting him to be more explicit. 

"Yeah," he said, gently kneading her springy-firm breasts, "I work with a 
cat named Clint Tolliver. He was in here the other night. He said you gave 
him some very special attention." 

Sally thought back. "Oh yes . . . Clint. He was the one who had something 
wrong with his foot." 

"Yeah, well his foot's much better now. He's back on the job. You must have 
done him a lot of good." Leroy was wiggling Sally's titties up and down, 
watching the white globes rub against each other through the sagging top of 
her dress. 

"I remember something else about Clint," Sally said, looking right into 
Leroy's eyes. She was getting very hot by that time. "He had a very long 
cock." 

"Oooo-eeee!" Leroy laughed. "His ain't no longer than mine is right now." 

Sally glanced down at the covers and was pleased to see that Leroy had 
erected a tent in them. She placed her hand there, wrapping it around the 
tent-pole. Leroy's erection felt very long and super-stiff through the 
bedclothes. 

"Ooh shit, I've got to see that!" Sally said excitedly, and whipped the 
covers down. 

Leroy's cock, sticking up from beneath the hem of his rumpled nightshirt, 
swayed to and fro. The thing was even longer than Sally had thought, and it 
was extremely black, except for its bulging head which was purplish in tone. 

Sally grasped the bonelike organ. 

"Hey, mama, that feels good!" Leroy said, thrilling to her dainty but 
strong, cool fingers encircling his cock. 

Sally thought it felt good, too. Holding a man's virility in her hand was 
highly stimulating, and the blackness of this particular prick added to its 
fascination. 

She bowed her head and gave the organ an experimental lick. Its taste wasn't 
unusual, even though the color was. Sally licked some more, enjoying the 
strongly masculine flavor. 

"She-it!" Leroy said, and laughed again as he watched the pretty blonde 
nurse running her pink tongue over his cockhead. 

Watching was almost as good as feeling. But not quite. Sally's moist, 
velvety tongue was sheer delight as it caressed the knob of his pecker. 

His rod quivered as it stuck straight up. Clear lubricant seeped from the 
hole at its tip, and Sally licked that away. 

Leroy was still squeezing her tits, milking downward on them and pinching 
her hardened nipples through her uniform dress. He let go of them long 
enough to undo her top two buttons, and her soft, warm titties tumbled into 
his hands. It was even more fun to squeeze them and pull on her nipples in 
the nude. 

Though Leroy had been with a white girl once before, she hadn't possessed 
Sally's delicate coloring. He thought Sally's baby-pink nipples were the 
cutest things he had ever seen. They felt long and stiff as he rolled them 
between his fingers and thumbs. 

Sally could have told him something about "long and stiff, however, if her 
mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment. Leroy's cock was nearly the longest 
she had ever played with, and nothing could have been more rigid-not iron, 
steel, bone, or anything. Still, Leroy's cock had a velvety thin cover, and 
the knob at the top of it was spongy and very smooth. 

Sally enjoyed the color aesthetics of the situation as much as Leroy did. It 
was a delightful change to run her tongue over his deep-purplish cockhead 
and to nibble along his very black shaft. 

When it became uncomfortable for her to maintain her bent-over pose while 
standing beside the bed, she climbed onto the mattress, straddling Leroy's 
legs. He watched her titties jiggle as she assumed the position. Then those 
pink-nippled beauties swooped forward to hang in trembling fullness as she 
bowed to his rigid stalk. 

She licked his prick up and down, her pink tongue waggling. She got her face 
down onto his balls, letting his cock project upward alongside her nose and 
across an eyebrow. She breathed in the stimulating sweaty scent of his 
crotch and tugged at the wiry dark hairs on his chocolate-colored scrotum. 
It was great fun. 

As Sally licked his black balls, Leroy writhed voluptuously. This caused his 
upthrust prick to sway to and fro, repeatedly brushing across her nose. 

Suddenly the girl grasped his cock in her hand as if it were a baseball bat. 
She raised her head, gliding her warm mouth slickly over the crown of his 
organ. She champed on the meaty knob, her saliva flowing so freely that it 
dribbled down his shaft. 

"Shit, mama!" Leroy exclaimed. He was clawing at the bed. 

"SHIT!" he cried again, as his struggle to hang on failed. 

Sally felt his glans ballooning in her mouth, then his shaft jerked between 
her lips. She didn't want him to come so quickly, and she raised her head. 
But it was too late. Leroy blew a glob of milky white substance into her 
face. It splattered over her quickly closed eyelids and onto her nose and 
mouth. The musky scent of it was strong. 

Moaning in frustration, Sally quickly capped her mouth onto the black man's 
slippery knob once more, and she took his second blast on her tongue. She 
gulped it down. But she didn't come. She had gotten so that she required 
more stimulation than before. 

Nevertheless she continued sucking Leroy's prick and swallowing the semen 
which he spurted into her mouth. When he had finished ejaculating and his 
cock began to soften, she let it pop 

T from her mouth, and she sat up to wipe her face with a corner of the 
bedsheet. 

"Holy Christ, mama, I'm sorry!" Leroy moaned. "I just couldn't stop!" 

"It's all right," Sally said, climbing off the bed. "We aren't through yet." 

"Hell, ho! I can go again in just a few minutes." 

"You rest, and I'll be right back," Sally said as she stuffed her breasts 
into her uniform and buttoned up. 

She straightened her cap on her head and hurried out of the room. As she 
strode down the corridor toward Dr. Pollard's office, her hot thighs 
scissored and her titties jiggled in her dress. The starched fabric 
scratched her stiff nipples, adding to her excitement. 

If one man couldn't satisfy her, surely two ' would do the job, she thought, 
remembering how much fun she'd had the night before with Ron and Pete. But 
she didn't want Ron this time. Only the night resident himself would 
suffice. And he would do anything she asked of him, Sally felt sure. 

She hurried to his office door and rapped. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Ah, Sally!" the bespectacled physician said with a smile as she entered his 
office. "I was just thinking about you." His smile faded. "But you'll have 
to wait for awhile. I'm just getting ready to make my rounds." 

Sally circled his desk and sat on the edge of it, directly in front of him. 
She crossed her legs, letting her white skirt slide back. 

Bert stared at her bare thighs, and at the tiny triangle of pink nylon which 
showed where they joined. It was obvious that he was being torn between lust 
and duty. 

Sally reached down and ran her fingers around on his lap. He went stiff as 
she stroked his responsive peter through his clothes. 

"We can't do this now, Sally!" he protested, beginning to breathe hard. "I 
told you. We . . ." 

She was pulling his zipper down. 

"Good Christ!" he exclaimed as she slithered her hand through the opening of 
his pants and into his shorts, as well. She fondled his stiffening cock. 

"Call Ron," she suggested, "and have him make the rounds for you. He's got 
nothing much else to do tonight." 

"But it's my respon ... oh God, that feels good! Take my prick out." 

Sally swung the elongated organ out through the fly of his trousers. 

"There!" Bert exclaimed, staring down at his lap where the nurse's dainty 
hand was stroking up and down on his quivering pecker. "Do you see how stiff 
it is? Do you see how the head has swollen?" 

"It looks scrumptious!" Sally said. "I think I'm going to have to suck it." 

"Oh, yes. Do it fast! They're waiting for me to check on the patients." 

"No!" Sally said, still stroking his cock with her hand. "You can't make the 
rounds tonight. Call Ron." 

"But if you hurry . . ." 

"I don't want to hurry. I want to take a long time tonight. I want to suck 
that luscious cock of yours, and then I want you to stick it in me. I want 
you to pump it in and out of my hot little cunt until I go crazy! Won't you 
do that, Bert?" 

"Oh, Christ!" he said, writhing on his chair as Sally continued to stroke 
him. 

He ran his hands up her thighs, pulled her skirt out from under her bottom 
and flipped it waist-high, then ran his hands over her sleek panties. Sally 
kept her thighs crossed so that he couldn't gain access to the hidden 
crevice between them. 

"Call Ron!" the girl ordered as she squeezed his stalk hard and swayed it to 
and fro. A glistening pearl broke from the slit at its tip and spilled down 
the side of the knob, spreading to form a slick sheen on his cock. 

"Damn you!" he husked, but without real anger, and reached for his 
telephone. 

Sally slid off the desk and knelt next to his chair. As he began to speak 
into the telephone, she bowed her head and licked the knob of his prick. 

"Ron?" The night resident's voice was ragged. "I want you ... to make my . . 
. rounds for me. What? Of course, I'm all right. Just do ... as I said." 

"Tell him not to bother with the patient in Room eight," Sally raised her 
mouth from Bert's cock to advise urgently. 

"Never mind . . . the patient in eight," Bert relayed into the phone. 

He hung up. 

"Why not Room eight?" he asked Sally, who was stroking his prick manually 
once more as she gazed up at him. 

"Because that's where we're going," she replied. "Now get this beast," she 
added, shaking his cock, "back into his den, so you can walk." 

"But why should we go . . ." 

Sally placed her finger across his lips. "Don't argue. Just do what your 
baby says." 

"But, God damn it, my prick's too hard! I can't get it into my clothes." 

"You must," Sally retorted, rising quickly to her feet. The mounds at the 
front of her uniform bobbed buoyantly. "I'll walk across the room and face 
the other way. Maybe that will help calm you." 

Bert stared at her twisting, quivering buttocks as she strolled away from 
him. She stopped, and her fleshy ass-cheeks trembled. Bert could discern the 
faint pinkness of her panties through her clingy white skirt. The leg 
elastics of her undergarment made slight ridges in the uniform as they 
arched upward across her plump buttocks. 

"It doesn't make any difference how I look at you," Bert said. "You still 
excite me. Suck me off now!" 

"No," Sally replied firmly, and kept looking away. "Just think quiet 
thoughts for a minute, Bert. You're a doctor-you ought to know how to 
control your cock." 

"Shit!" Bert exclaimed, and stood up. His prick remained very stiff, 
protruding out and upward through the fly of his trousers. 

He turned away from Sally and faced the opposite wall. He stared at his 
medical diplomas, concentrating on the printed letters and the flourish of 
the signatures beneath. 

Gradually his excitement subsided. When his dick was soft enough, he stuffed 
it back into his clothes and zipped up. 

He turned back to Sally. "Come on, then. Let's go to that vacant room." 

Sally didn't think she would have any trouble with him when he discovered 
that Room eight was occupied, provided she got him hot again at just the 
right time. They walked down the hall, and when they reached the door marked 
with an 8 she rubbed the front of his pants. 

"Let's go in," she purred next to Bert's ear, then licked its whorls as she 
rubbed her braless titties against his arm. 

She felt his cock gathering new stiffness in his clothes. 

She opened the door and gave Bert a little shove. He entered, and she 
followed, shutting the door behind them. 

Leroy sat up in bed and stared at the doctor and nurse. 

"What is. this?" Bert demanded, stopping in his tracks as he stared at the 
black patient. He felt foolish, with his cock forming a mountain at the 
front of his pants. 

"This is going to be fun," Sally announced. 

"Now, take off your clothes, Bert, while I strip." 

"But. . . but. . ." The night resident remained rooted to the spot, his cock 
still hard, but his attitude one of bewilderment. 

Sally quickly loosened her buttons and whisked her uniform down. Her titties 
danced in the nude. She stepped from her skirt, displaying her hips sheathed 
sleekly in pink nylon briefs. 

"Am I going to have to strip you, Bert?" she asked, her pique more playful 
than real. 

She walked up to him, boobies nodding, and began loosening his smock. 

Bert plainly was in a dilemma. He wanted the girl-the continuing stiffness 
of his dong proved that-but he was reluctant to proceed in the presence of a 
patient. 

The patient just goggled, unsure of what all this meant. But he wanted Sally 
very much, having been deprived of an opportunity to screw her because of 
his premature ejaculation a short while ago. She had promised him another 
chance. But why the hell had she brought the doctor with her, he wondered. 

Bert glanced uncertainly from the black man in the bed to the pretty nurse 
who stood bare-titted in front of him, methodically taking his clothes off. 
She had removed his smock and shirt by that time and was working on the 
fasteners at the top of his pants. 

She pushed his pants down. 

Bert's stiff prick popped out through the fly of his shorts and stuck up 
rigidly toward Sally's breasts. She ignored it for the moment as she knelt 
and worked the doctor's trousers down his legs. She pulled off his shoes and 
socks, then removed his pants. 

His shorts came down in a single stroke, his erection pulling in through his 
fly, then whipping out above the descending waistband. The organ bobbed 
springily up and down. 

Sally took his shorts off his feet. 

"Now you're ready!" she said, and, remaining in a crouch, kissed the tip of 
his protruding, happily quivering dong. The tall, dark-complexioned man 
lurched. He tried to slip his prick into Sally's mouth, but she bobbed to 
her feet, laughing. 

"Doctor, this is Leroy," she said with a wave of her hand. "You ought to get 
acquainted, since you're both going to make love to me at the same time." 

She whisked down her panties, stepping from the silky garment and tossing it 
aside. Both men stared at the puff of blonde hairs on her mount of Venus. 

Bert's cock was hard and high. Though Leroy was covered, it was plain that 
he too was aroused, for his bedsheet formed a peak. 

"Now what do you say we all get cozy?" Sally suggested as she strolled 
toward Leroy's bed, her buttocks wiggling provocatively. 

Leroy wasn't about to protest. As for Bert, his need to take Sally overcome 
every other consideration, professional and otherwise. He followed her and, 
as she climbed onto the bed next to Leroy, the nude doctor bent and kissed 
her cute ass. 

"Oh, I like that!" Sally exclaimed, and stretched out on her belly. Her 
buttocks quivered to a stop. "Do it some more." 

Standing next to the bed, Bert bent toward the luscious display. The fact 
that Leroy was watching didn't deter him. When a man's prick was hard and 
there was a lovely female nude in front of him, he had a way of forgetting 
about everything else. 

Bert licked Sally's bottom. The girl cooed and wriggled as the doctor's 
moist tongue glided over one rounded rear cheek and then the other. 

She pushed Leroy's sheet down and grasped his strong standing prick. 

"Suck it some more, mama," he said. "I can last a long time now." 

Sally wanted another taste of his cock, and she twisted to bring her head 
down to his bristling loins. Bert kept tongue-washing her buttocks, and he 
stroked them adoringly with his hands at the same time. He pinched the 
beautiful, smooth mounds between his fingers and thumbs, causing them to 
part and reveal the delightful dimple between. 

So carried away was he by that time, aided by the view of Sally bobbing her 
head on Leroy's black prick, that the doctor pressed his face into the crack 
between her lush buttocks and began madly licking her asshole. 

"Aahhnng . . . uhhnnng . . . glahhb," Sally said against her mouthful of 
cock, then let the spit-gleaming organ pop free to tell Bert, "Ooh, I love 
that, baby! Kiss me a lot back there." 

She resumed sucking Leroy's rod, and the doctor repeatedly stroked his moist 
tongue up and down across her puckered anus while she wriggled her rubbery 
buttocks against his cheeks. He ran his hands forward at her waist and up 
her front to grasp and squeeze her full, hanging titties. 

His cock was so hard and throbbing that it threatened to explode. 

Leroy's pecker was in a similar state as its bulging head was bathed in 
Sally's slick saliva while she held it in her warm, loving mouth, her tongue 
circling and stroking. Her lips rhythmically compressed in the groove just 
behind the cockhead. 

"Climb onto me, mama!" the black man husked. "I want to get in your pussy." 

Sally wanted his big rod in her pussy as much as he wanted to put it there. 
She raised her head off his dong and scrambled atop him. This pulled her 
knockers from Bert's grasp and momentarily took her bottom away from his 
mouth. 

But after she settled into position atop Leroy, letting his slick shaft 
glide fully up her hot, slippery cunt, her behind once more presented a 
target for Bert's mouth. It was the only part of her to which he had access, 
and he was determined to make the most of it. 

He sprawled between her legs which were drawn forward', froglike, and he 
planted his knees at each side of Leroy's. He placed his hands against the 
dimpled flanks of Sally's bottom and bent once again toward the beautiful 
mounds which were now bobbing up and down. As Bert snuggled in to begin 
kissing in earnest, he had a close-up view of her hair-fringed pussy gliding 
up and down on Leroy's dark, slippery pole. The doctor stuck out his tongue 
and lapped upward through the crack of her ass. 

Sally's hot anus tingled as Bert licked it. Her cunt slidingly grasped the 
big cock that was stretching its walls far apart. Leroy's glans was like a 
fist pumping up and down inside her. She quivered and writhed. 

The girl's jerky motions caused Bert's face to skid up and down her asscrack 
and along the satiny walls of the canyon. Several times his fluttering 
tongue inadvertently touched Leroy's cock where that monstrous member was 
connected with Sally's writhing body. Bert licked up the fresh tangy juices 
which were running out of Sally's cunt, down the dark, rigid shaft. 

Each time Bert brought his mouth back to the nurse's asshole and tried to 
keep it on target. But this was a difficult task. He finally decided that 
the only way to maintain the contact was to work his tongue into that 
tantalizing nest of puckers. 

He corkscrewed his wet tongue against the girl's bobbing ass. 

He heard her say, "Ooh!" as he breached the resisting sphincter. 

He twisted, his tongue up her asshole. 

Sally went wild. She thought there was just nothing better than having a big 
cock up her cunt and a tongue in her shit chute at the same time. 

The more passionately she moved, the harder Bert pressed, until he had 
crammed nearly his entire tongue up her butt, and his wet lips formed a 
sucking ring around her hotly throbbing anus. He stroked his tongue up and 
down in Sally's ass, gliding through her rubber-band sphincter and 
stretching the aperture wide. 

Leroy was clutching her quivering tits as he stroked his horny prick up and 
down in her hot pussy. She panted and writhed. 

How scrumptious it was to be serviced by two men at the same time! she 
thought. Bert was certainly doing his part of it well. He had exceeded her 
best expectations so far, and somehow she knew that there was something even 
more exciting to come. 

Bert had thought many times about buggering a girl but had never gotten up 
the nerve to do it. Now, with his big prick throbbing and with only one 
place available to put it, the opportunity was irresistible. What was more, 
he believed that Sally wouldn't object. How could she, when she had gotten 
him so hot, then left him with only her asshole to play with? 

He lifted his bleary face and struggled forward. He let his cock angle 
upward in the top of Sally's ass-groove, and his hands pinched her 
voluptuous rear cheeks apart. He backed up slightly, causing the end of his 
prick to skid down her crack until the tip of his organ became lodged in the 
puckered aperture which remained quite open from the probing penetrations of 
his tongue. Her asshole also was quite wet and slick from his saliva. 

He pushed, grinding his hips. 

"OOOW!" Sally exclaimed, for his cockhead was forcing her asshole open very 
wide. 

But she had no desire to tell Bert to stop. 

The way she felt at the moment, she could take a man in every aperture her 
body provided, and she actually wanted to do so. 

Bert pushed harder, and the big, fat knob of his phallus opened her asshole 
nearly to the ripping point before the glans popped inside. Sally's 
sphincter snapped tightly in the groove just behind the cockhead. 

It felt to her as if someone had stuck a fist up her rear. But that was just 
wonderful, as far as she was concerned. Tears came to her eyes, and she 
blinked them back. She bobbed harder on Leroy's cock, and she felt it 
rubbing Bert's cockhead through the thin membranes that separated her cunt 
and rectum. 

What thrills! 

She was drawing excruciatingly close to a climax. 

Grunting, Bert pushed still more, grinding his prick at the same time. The 
thick member forced its way farther up Sally's rear tunnel. It felt like a 
great big turd going the wrong way-in instead of out-but it was harder and 
longer than any turd she had ever shitted. 

"Oooh, CHRIST!" Sally cried. "That hurts so GOOOD! SHIT! I'M GOING TO 
COMMMME!" 

She heaved and gasped, climaxing rapturously. Her vaginal muscles rippled 
and clutched around Leroy's cock, causing it to spurt. His thick cream 
splashed into the pit of her pussy. Her anal muscles were stripping at 
Bert's prick, even more tightly than her cunt clutched Leroy's dong. He 
rotated his cock in her hot rear hole and gasped as thrills pounded up to 
his brain. 

He pushed harder, sticking his prick all the way up Sally's asshole, and a 
mighty tremor shook him. He poured his product into her bowels. 

The three linked lovers shook and moaned in unison as the men's semen gushed 
into the ecstatic girl. She clawed at the mattress. Leroy squeezed her tits. 
Bert gripped her widely spread asscheeks so hard that his fingernails 
threatened to break through the flesh. 

Finally their shaking stopped, and they lay panting in a passionate pile. 
Sally felt the two penises softening and shrinking inside her. 

She raised her head, and her glassy eyes focused on a figure standing just 
inside the door. 

It was Ron. 

He was staring at the bed, his mouth hanging open, and he was jerking 
himself off with ferocious strokes of his big standing prick which projected 
out and upward through the fly of his pants. 

Realizing that Sally was looking at something, Bert too raised his head, and 
he saw his assistant in the act of jacking off. 

Leroy turned his head on the pillow and watched, also. 

"Help me, Sally!" the young intern cried, and started to move toward the 
bed, still pumping his fiercely red-headed prick. 

"No!" she said, not feeling like any more sex at the moment. "Finish that 
way while I watch." 

The last thing in the world that Ron would have wanted to do was to put on 
such a show in front of his boss and a patient. As for doing it in front of 
Sally, that was fun in a way. But all thoughts of shame and exhibitionist 
pleasure were submerged at the moment. Ron had only a tremendous need to 
relieve the pressure which had built up while he had watched Sally getting 
screwed by Leroy and Bert, both at the same time. 

He pumped his big prick faster. He gasped and groaned. 

Suddenly white milky fluid leaped from the end of his quivering rod and 
splatted onto the vinyl floor as he writhed on the balls of his feet, his 
eyes bugging, his lower jaw hanging stupidly. 

Sally smiled. 

Leroy and Bert just stared. "That felt good, didn't it?" Sally asked as 
Ron's cock finally slumped to hang dripping. 

"Not as good as it would have felt inside you," he said with a whine. 

"Well, tough titty, Ron," she said. "You can't get in me all the time. You 
aren't the only fucking man in this world, you know." 

Bert pulled his soft prick out of Sally's asshole. The aperture made a wet 
popping sound as it relinquished his meaty member. 

She pushed herself off Leroy, and his dong dragged moistly from her front 
hole. 

Both she and Bert hurried to wash up. 

Ron stuffed his penis back into his clothes. Angry and ashamed, he turned 
and left the room. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"This whole fucking clinic is getting fucked up!" Ron declared as he grimly 
stared into his cup of coffee. 

Sally, who had just entered the lounge, sniffed, "So what's wrong with 
fucking? I noticed you never complained when it was your prick that was 
getting it" 

She poured herself a mug of steaming brew. 

"Well, there's such a thing as decency," Ron said. "You can't carry on with 
the night resident and a patient together! Think of the reputation you're 
giving this place." 

"Oh, shit!" Sally said. "You didn't mind tak-me when another guy was there." 

She sipped some coffee. 

Ron said, "So maybe I was wrong, too. What would Dr. McMasters say if he 
found out about all this?" 

Sally blinked. "How's he going to find out? He's only here in the daytime." 

"He'll find out, don't worry. You can't keep a thing like this quiet for 
long." 

"I'd advise you to leave it up to Bert Pollard to run the clinic at night," 
Sally said. "You're only a chicken-shit intern, and don't forget it." 

"I'm not as chicken-shit as you are," Ron retorted childishly. "You're only 
a goddamned student nurse!" 

Ron's petulant crabbing was beginning to get on Sally's nerves. He was such 
a little boy! 

She decided that the only way to shut him up was to give him something. But 
she wouldn't give him more than a crumb. That was all he deserved. 

She moved around to his side of the table and pulled up a chair. 

"What are you going to do?" he asked half-hopefully as he set down his 
coffee. 

"I notice you didn't take any cream in that," she said, nodding toward his 
coffee cup. "Wouldn't you like to balance your diet?" 

She quickly opened the top of her uniform and took out a round, bulging tit. 
Rising from her chair, she leaned against Ron and forced the titty into his 
mouth. 

He grasped her around the waist and began sucking fervently on her breast. 

That's all a little boy like him needs, Sally thought. Some titty, then some 
jacking off. That's all he's going to get from me from now on! 

She took her other tit out of her dress and twisted, pulling the first booby 
from his mouth and shoving the other one in. Her nipples tingled, but she 
was determined not to let herself become too aroused. There was something to 
consider besides merely gratifying herself. She had to convince Ron that she 
called the shots and there was nothing he could do about it. 

As he sucked one of her breasts and heatedly fondled the other, Sally 
fumbled blindly at his lap. She found the tab of his zipper and worked it 
down. 

"Ooh, yes .. . yessss!" Ron hissed as she lifted his stiffening pecker out 
of his clothes. 

She began to stroke it as he sucked on her breast. He was really sucking 
hard, as if he actually hoped to draw milk from the hobbling mound. His wet 
lips skidded against the rim of Sally's aureole, and his tongue flapped 
repeatedly across her stiff nipple. 

She reached into his clothes and massaged his balls. His upthrust prick 
whipped to and fro. He squirmed, gasping as he pulled his mouth from her 
breast. 

"Go down on me!" he begged. "God, how I need your hot mouth!" 

"No," Sally said cruelly. "I'm not going down on you any more. But you can 
caress my ass if you want to while I jack you off." 

"Shit, honey!" Ron said. "Jacking off isn't what I want!" 

However, her hand felt good on his cock, and he didn't attempt to dislodge 
it. Also, he couldn't resist responding to the invitation she had just given 
him. 

He reached up underneath the back of her dress and wrapped his hands around 
the mounds of her panty-sheathed ass. Her briefs were sleek and 
close-fitting. Her fleshy buttocks felt very good, wobbling against his 
palms with that thin nylon stretched around them. 

Sally shoved a titty in his mouth again. 

She stroked his cock harder. 

"All little boys enjoy getting their nuts off this way," she said, using an 
expression she had picked up somewhere. She felt very superior, lording it 
over the egotistical intern who had been her only source of annoyance since 
she had started work at the clinic. 

"I'm not a little boy, God damn it I" Ron raged, pulling his mouth off her 
wet tit. "I want to screw you!" 

"What do you know about screwing?" Sally chided. "Just suck a titty and shut 
up." She shoved her breast back into his mouth. 

Ron sucked it. He fondled her panty-clad ass and let her continue to stroke 
him. There were times when a man's will became just so weak that he couldn't 
insist upon having his own way, however much he wanted it. 

Ron slid slightly forward on his chair. He drove his hips upward, shoving 
his hard cock farther into the stroking circle of Sally's soft, cool hand. 
He champed at her hobbling breast. His clawing fingers pulled her pants 
down, and he stroked the satiny mounds of her buttocks, letting his 
fingertips trail along the warm crack. 

Sally made a ring of her thumb and finger in the groove just behind Ron's 
cockhead, and she rhythmically tightened and relaxed that ring, much as she 
might have rhythmically compressed her lips if she were sucking him. His 
cockhead swelled. His balls churned. He grasped Sally's ass hard, and 
blubbered against his mouthful of titty-flesh. 

He was about to come, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He 
didn't want to stop it at that moment, even though he longed for more 
satisfaction than Sally's hand could give him. 

He released her breast and threw his head back. He moaned as his prick 
throbbed and fountained in Sally's fist. 

"Ooh, shit . . . shit . . . shit!" he panted as hot cum spurted up through 
the tube of his prick and arched forward between his sprawling legs. 

"There now," Sally said as she released his cock and stepped back. "Don't 
you feel better, little boy?" She laughed. 

Ron had never felt so humiliated, even though his desire had been slaked. He 
stuffed his softened, moist peter back into his clothes and zipped "P. 

"Get out of here," he told Sally miserably. 

She was buttoning up her dress, after having pulled her panties back into 
place. 

"I'll go," she said. "After I've told you one thing: I don't want to hear 
any more whining out of you, understand? I'm going to do anything I like 
around here and, with Bert Pollard on my side, there's nothing you can do 
about it. So you'd better just be grateful for what you get." 

She turned and switched her hips from the room, feeling very self-satisfied. 

I'm such a bitch! she thought, and laughed to herself. 

If she had known what Ron was thinking as he sat alone and miserable in the 
lounge, staring at the puddled cum on the floor in front of him, she 
wouldn't have felt so complacent. 

Though Sally had learned a great deal in the past few days, there was one 
lesson which she hadn't yet acquired: A man, even an immature, masochistic 
one like Ron, would permit himself to be pushed only so far. Then not even a 
hot cunt would bring him back into line. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"Oh, screw me deep-er!" Sally begged as she twisted her hot ass around the 
prick that was sticking into it. 

She drove her mouth down on the other prick which stood in front of her as 
she knelt on the bed with her bottom upraised. 

"Uuhm . . . uuhm . . . uumh . . ." were the sounds she made as she took 
head-bobbing sucks at the cock, treating it like a luscious ice cream cone. 

Bert was standing next to the bed, behind her, fucking her tight asshole, 
while a patient whom she had met just minutes before was getting the thrill 
of his life as she ate his stiff prick. She didn't know the patient's name. 
She hadn't gotten around to looking at his chart. Just the sight of the 
handsome young fellow, smiling at her from bed, had turned her on and sent 
her scurrying for Bert to complete a threesome, as on the night before. 

He had learned to like screwing her asshole better than anything else, and 
tonight he had applied some petroleum jelly so that his cock could stroke 
more freely in and out of that hot, clasping tunnel. 

Sally dug the ass-fucking, too. It was almost as good as taking the other 
man's cock in her mouth. Both together gave her a thrill which one man alone 
could never have supplied, or so she thought. 

She hungrily went after what she wanted, bobbing her head and bumping her 
bottom. Bert was pumping his prick very deeply into her asshole. It made a 
soft squishy sound as it stroked. Sally's lips were even nosier as they 
slurped at the other man's dick, her tongue swiping repeatedly across the 
bulging, tasty head. 

Bert began slapping her buttocks, first one then the other, and the sounds 
were like pistol cracks. He drove his hips back and forward, gliding his big 
knob up and down in her grasping, slippery shit-chute. 

Sally's pussy was unfurled, dribbling thick juice onto the bed. Her clit was 
hard and tingling, though no one had yet touched it. 

Bert cured that deficiency when he ran two fingers up her cunt. Inside her 
vaginal sheath, he could feel his cock pumping up and down next door. 

"Aahhgh . . . uuhhmmm . . . glahbble," Sally said, wetly mouthing the 
thrilled patient's cock. 

The red-haired youth had checked into the clinic to have his ears studied. 
He had complained of a buzzing. They had never buzzed so loudly as they were 
buzzing right then, but he wasn't aware of it. All he could think about was 
the blissful throbbing of his prick as the pretty blonde nurse pumped her 
mouth up and down on it while a white-smocked, bespectacled doctor 
vigorously screwed her from the rear. And in the rear, the lad, Eddie, was 
quite certain, though he couldn't see exactly which hole the doc had shoved 
his cock into. Eddie had noted the Vaseline, however, and that usually 
wasn't required in a hot chick's cunt. 

. "More, baby . . . more!" he demanded as he arched, driving his stiff dick 
upward into Sally's sucking mouth. 

She took as much of his whopper as she could. In fact, she took nearly all 
of it, working her lips almost to the base of the shaft as Eddie's fat 
cockhead forged into her throat. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Bert huffed as he fucked his prick up her shit-hole. His 
loins spanked her upturned buttocks. 

It was just too wonderful, Sally thought, getting screwed at both ends at 
once. And she couldn't ignore Bert's long fingers, stroking up her wet cunt, 
tickling the tip of her clitty. 

To complete her excitement, Eddie was holding her tits in. his hands, 
letting them bobble up and down on his palms and curled fingers as she 
pumped her head on his ding-dong. 

What fun! 

It was such good fun that it couldn't last long. The stimulation which Sally 
was receiving was just too intense. That went for the stimulation which Bert 
and Eddie were getting, also. The only question was which one of them would 
pop first, thereby setting off a chain reaction that would consume the three 
of them in molten flames. 

Eddie, being younger than Bert and never having gotten his cock sucked 
before, proved to have the lowest limit of resistance. He gasped, and his 
pecker jerked in Sally's mouth. Then she felt his cockhead ballooning 
against her tongue and his shaft quivering between her lips. Hot juice 
spurted up from his balls, sped along the tube of his penis, and splashed 
over Sally's tongue and teeth, overflowing her mouth and dribbling partially 
down her chin before she began to gulp. 

She began to climax, ripples of delight coursing through her. Bert felt them 
as they spasmed her asshole and made her buttocks shake. Her sphincter 
stripped at his stroking rod, and he buried it deep in her butt where he let 
it jerk and spit out his gushing cum. 

Sally's climax heightened, especially when Bert jammed a third finger up her 
cunt and nearly crushed her pea-like clitoris. She moaned against her 
mouthful of cock, gurgling on the cum that still spurted into her throat. 

The lad, Eddie, writhed in ecstasy, tossing his head from side to side on 
the pillow. He had never even imagined that anything could feel so good. 

Rap-rap-rap! 

It was a heavy hand thudding against the door. 

Sally raised her head from Eddie's slimy prick. Semen hung from her lips. 
Her eyes were glazed. 

Bert pulled his prick from her asshole. "Who the hell is that?" he wondered 
aloud. 

"Dr. Pollard, are you in there?" a stern male voice demanded through the 
door. 

"Great shit, it's McMasters!" Bert said, blanching. 

"Wh-what does he want?" Sally stammered. 

"I'm coming in!" the head of the clinic announced, and opened the door. 

The sight which met him told its own story: 

Dr. Albert Pollard was standing next to a patient's bed, his hair mussed and 
glasses askew, his brown-stained prick curving downward from the fly of his 
shorts, his trousers rumpled around his shoes. Nurse Sally Banner still 
crouched on the bed, her plundered ass pointing upward, her cum-smeared face 
close to the patient's slumping prick. Patient Edward Derr was lying on his 
back with a blissfully bushed expression on his young face. 

McMasters-stout, balding, and in his early fifties-surveyed the scene in 
shocked silence, then said simply, "Dr. Pollard, I will see you in my office 
along with Nurse Banner." 

He withdrew and shut the door. 

"Ooh, Christ!" moaned Bert, and bent his head back, covering his face with 
his hands. 

Sally, tingling with apprehension, climbed off the bed and began tidying 
herself. 

Eddie happily realized that he was the only one in the room who seemed to be 
getting off free. 

"This is it!" Bert said miserably, turning to Sally. "Thanks to you, I'm 
going to get my balls nailed to the wall." 

"Blame your balls, not me," advised Sally, who had troubles enough of her 
own. 

As soon as they had cleansed themselves and put their clothing in order, the 
nurse and doctor walked to the office which was marked with the imposing 
title, Chief of Staff. They entered the vacant reception room and found the 
door to the private office standing open. McMasters was visible, seated 
behind his desk. 

"Miss Banner, you will remain out there for the moment," he said. "Dr. 
Pollard, I will see you first." 

Bert tremblingly entered his boss's sanctum. "Kindly shut the door," 
McMasters directed, and Bert did so. 

Sally took a chair in the reception room. She squirmed nervously, causing 
her skirt to fuck up, which brought her panty-clad bottom into direct 
contact with the cold vinyl cushion. Despite her anxiety, this stimulated 
her. 

I'm the kind that would get turned on at my own execution, she thought, if 
the executioner wore tight pants and I could see the bulge of his prick. 

After awhile Bert emerged from the chief of staff's office. He obviously was 
shaken. 

"It's all over," he murmured to Sally as he passed. "My career is down the 
fucking drain." 

"Miss Banner!" McMasters called. 

Sally jumped up as if she had been goosed. There was only one thing to do, 
she realized, and that was to use her sex for all it was worth, banking on 
the belief that McMasters, though old and stern, was a man first and a chief 
of staff second. 

She let her hips sway sensuously as she entered his office. She was aware 
that her braless titties were jiggling up and down in her uniform. 

McMasters squinted as he watched her. 

She took the chair right beside his desk and crossed her bare legs. She 
smiled. 

"I'm so happy to meet you, Dr. McMasters," she said. 

"Are you!" His manner remained cold. "Yes, you're such an important man." 
"Knock off that bullshit!" he advised. Sally blinked her big brown eyes. 

"When I received an anonymous report on the telephone about your conduct in 
this clinic, I scarcely believe it. But now I've found that the report was 
all too true. I don't know who it was who called me-his voice was muffled 
with a handkerchief or something-but I am indebted to him." 

"I know who it was," Sally said. "It was an intern that I refused to fuck." 

McMasters' eyebrows went up. 

"I know you think I'm a slut," Sally went on. "But the fact is, I'm quite 
selective. I only have sex with men I really dig . . . and Dr. McMasters, I 
dig you a lot!" 

Her expression and tone of voice had turned foxy, and she reached out, 
running her hand along the stout doctor's thigh. 

"Miss Banner!" he protested. But he did not push her hand away. 

Sally went for his cock and balls. 

"You're just the kind of man I've been looking for," she purred. "So mature 
and distinguished." She was fondling his privates through his clothes. 

McMasters responded. 

Duty and discipline were important to him, but how often did a man of his 
age have a pretty young blonde sit in front of him and bend forward, showing 
her unharnessed titties while she handled his cock and balls? He could have 
paid for such attentions, but that wouldn't have been the same. This way he 
was able to persuade himself that he was still attractive to a young woman. 

A smile lit his fleshy face, and he squirmed on his chair. His cock 
stiffened in his pants leg. Sally kept stroking it with her deft fingers. 

"Why don't we relax and get better acquainted?" Sally suggested. 

"I believe I would . . . like that," McMasters said, beginning to breathe 
hard. 

Sally unbuttoned the top of her uniform and let her bare breasts tumble out. 
The doctor's eyes widened. He had seen many pairs of tits during his long 
years of practice, but he couldn't remember viewing a set that were so ripe 
and round and erect-and that had such pretty pink nipples sticking up. 

"You can touch them if you like," Sally said, sliding closer so that she sat 
on just the edge of her chair. 

McMasters raised his pudgy hands and filled them with her buoyant, hobbling 
boobs. He pinched her pink nipples and pulled at them. 

He was puffing with excitement by that time, and his prick was as rigid as a 
bar of iron. This surprised Sally, because of his age. She quickly opened 
his pants and took his prick out. 

"My dear!" McMasters husked as he stared down at his standing cock, which 
she was caressing. 

His rod was small compared to some that she had played with. But that didn't 
keep Sally from becoming aroused as she fondled it, stroking the foreskin 
forward and back across the cock's sensitive ridge. 

McMasters placed a hand on her thigh and ran it up under her skirt. Seated 
as she was, on the very edge of her chair, her nylon-clad pussy hung 
forward, inviting his caress. The middle-aged doctor cupped that warm, hairy 
mound through her panties. Then he hooked her panties aside and pinched the 
whiskery, velvet lips. 

"Ooh, I love that!" Sally said as he rubbed her pussy lips together, with 
her hot, erect clitoris trapped in between. 

McMasters was hobbling her breasts with his other hand. And she continued 
stroking his cock. The glans, now bare, had swollen to formidable size and 
was a deep rosy-red. 

"May I suck you?" Sally asked breathlessly. By that time she sincerely 
wanted to do so, and this desire was clearly communicated in her eyes and 
voice. 

McMasters was at a loss for words, knowing full well that once he accepted 
this treatment from the young nurse he would scarcely be in a position to 
fire her. But he already had compromised himself to a considerable 
extent-and what price discipline, anyway? Was it worth as much as a warm, 
wet mouth around the head of his prick? 

Though he didn't answer, Sally knew from the way he was looking at her that 
she had a go-ahead. 

She slid off her chair and down to her knees on the floor, her titties 
shaking. She snuggled into the doctor's crotch. 

An excited breath burst from him as Sally took his cockhead into her mouth. 
Her tongue stroked wetly over the knob. Her soft lips tightened in the 
groove behind the corona. She began to suck, rhythmically compressing her 
lips. 

Had anyone entered McMasters' office at that moment, they wouldn't even have 
seen Sally. They would have just observed the heavy-set doctor seated behind 
his desk with a tense, bemused expression on his face. His eyes were wide, 
his mouth open. 

But no one came in to disturb the thrilling fellatio, and Sally was as 
grateful for that as was McMasters. Her encircling lips skidded up and down 
across the ridge of his prick, and her wet tongue swabbed his sensitive 
cockhead. He began hunching on his chair, driving his dick in and out 
between the girl's stroking lips. 

It was wonderful to fuck her sweet mouth and to feel her so eagerly bobbing 
her head on his rod. He hadn't gotten such a delightful treatment since he 
couldn't remember when. 

To Sally, the sensual excitement was enhanced by the realization that she 
was making much-needed points with the head of the clinic. 

She stroked her mouth more rapidly on his cock. She felt him go tense. His 
hands clutched her head, knocking her nurse's cap off. His rigid shaft 
quivered between her lips. His glans swelled to monstrous size atop her 
lapping tongue. 

Shoot! she thought. Shoot! I want to drink your cum! 

McMasters let go, and his cream flooded into Sally's mouth. He held her head 
firmly on him. But she wouldn't have pulled away even if she could. She 
compressed his spitting bulb between her tongue and palate, and she 
swallowed the semen that gushed into her throat. Her nostrils were full of 
its musky scent, and her taste buds quivered. 

She came, hunching and shaking. 

This made McMasters shoot all the more. He were utterly depleted. Then he 
slumped back in his chair. Sally let his softening prick ooze out of her 
mouth, but she held it up so that it wouldn't make a stain on his trousers. 
She licked it quite carefully until it was clean, and restored the foreskin. 
She placed the organ back in the doctor's clothes and zipped him up. 

She got to her feet and smiled. 

"My dear!" was all he could say. But those two words spoke volumes. 

Sally put her tits back into her uniform and buttoned up. She seated herself 
on the chair. 

"I believe ... I understand you," McMasters said, still showing the effects 
of the emotional experience he had passed through. His tone was 
compassionate. "You will be helped." 

"Helped?" Sally didn't know what he was talking about. 

"Yes. I want you to go home now. In the morning, go to see this man." 
McMasters was scribbling a name and address on a pad. "He is one of the top 
practitioners in his field." 

"Dr. McMasters, I don't under . . ." 

He held up a hand, signaling for her to be silent. "It isn't necessary for 
us to discuss it. I realize that the situation is a sensitive one for you." 

He tore off the sheet of note paper on which he had been writing and handed 
it to Sally. She read: 

Dr. Jerome Witherspoon, Suite 164O, Professional Center. 

"But I don't need . . ." Sally began. 

Once more McMasters cut her off. Smiling benignly, he said, "Let me be the 
judge of what you need, my dear. While you are undergoing, uh, treatment, it 
will not be necessary for you to come in to work." 

Sally jumped up, her breasts quivering. "So I am being fired after all!" 

"Of course not," McMasters said calmly. "You are just being granted a short 
leave. Your pay will continue. I will see to that." 

"Doctor, I'm not sick!" Sally maintained. 

"Did I say you were? You merely need guidance of a sort which Doctor 
Witherspoon is uniquely qualified to give." 

Sally still didn't understand what was happening, but she decided not to 
offer further objections. If her pay was being continued and she really had 
no grounds for complaint. 

However, she was concerned about something else. 

"What's going to happen to Doctor Pollard?" she asked. 

"The medical board will have to decide that," McMasters said. 

"But it isn't fair to punish him. I wanted him to screw me," Sally said. 

"Of course you did, my dear. However . . ." 

"Please give him another chance," Sally implored. "What he and I did was no 
worse than my sucking you off just now." 

McMasters squirmed. "Perhaps I shall recommend leniency in his case." 

"That would be a smart thing to do, doctor," Sally replied, her eyes 
supporting the mild comment with a threat. 

"As for your sucking me off, I hope word of that will not leave this 
office." 

"And I hope Doctor Pollard will be allowed to keep his job," Sally said. 

McMasters' eyes told her that a bargain had been reached. She didn't feel 
too bad when she left his office, though she didn't know what to expect when 
she called on Doctor Witherspoon. 

What "treatment" could be given to a girl who simply had hot pants? 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

The name on Dr. Witherspoon's office door was followed by the letters Ph.D., 
indicating that he was a psychologist and not a medical man. This surprised 
Sally. She also was surprised by the mini-skirted secretary who was in 
charge of Witherspoon's outer office. 

The voluptuously built young woman was bending forward, placing something in 
a filing cabinet, when Sally entered, and her skirt had lifted to the very 
tops of her thighs. Another inch and her plump bottom would have popped into 
view. 

"Miss Banner!" a male voice called from beyond an open doorway. "Will you 
come in, please?" 

Dr. Witherspoon was tall, quite good-looking, and surprisingly young. He 
greeted Sally with a warm smile and asked her to be seated. The receptionist 
closed the door to his private office and remained outside. 

"I don't know why I'm here, Doctor Witherspoon," Sally began. 

"Well, I do," the psychologist responded amiably. "Doctor McMasters 
telephoned me. And please call me Jerry, won't you? I will call you Sally, 
if that is all right." 

"Of course." 

Sally relaxed a bit, crossing her legs. Jerry was seated directly in front 
of her, away from his desk, and he frankly surveyed the beauty of her 
bulging breasts as well as her creamy thighs which were partially visible 
below the hem of her skirt. 

"I want to put you at ease right away," Jerry said. "There will be no 
tedious psychoanalysis while you are here. My methods are a bit unorthodox, 
but they are quite effective, I assure you-especially for young women who 
have your particular problem." 

"I don't have any problem, Doctor Wither . . . Jerry. I just like to fuck." 
Sally couldn't see any reason to beat around the bush. 

Jerry smiled. "Splendid! Your frankness indicates a positive attitude which 
will facilitate your treatment. There is nothing wrong with fucking per se. 
I want you to understand that right now. Your only difficulty, it seems to 
me, lies in your lack of discrimination as to the proper time and place to 
indulge your desires." 

"I fuck when I feel like it," Sally said simply. 

"Then perhaps you need only a better opportunity. I specialize in the 
organization and direction of sexual encounter groups." 

"What does that mean?" 

Jerry smiled indulgently. "That means, I arrange for people like you--and I 
can assure you that there are many of both sexes--to get together with one 
another at times and places where it is appropriate to express their 
desires." 

"People who get together to screw?" Sally asked. She had never heard of a 
doctor arranging such things. 

"Precisely," Jerry said. "And in the process, everyone gets to know himself 
or herself much better. It is a new form of therapy.". 

He leaned closer to Sally. "But before I break you into the program, I must 
ascertain for myself what your condition actually is. It's a form of 
diagnosis. Do I have your permission to proceed ?" 

Sally blinked. "Yes, I guess so." 

"Then I shall ask my receptionist to come in. It is a professional 
requirement, you understand, to have another female present while I am, uh, 
examining a female patient." 

Jerry got up and walked to his desk to pick up the inter-office phone. Sally 
admired his fine build, which his trim suit showed off to perfection. His 
hips were lean and lithe, his legs long, his torso muscular. 

"Vivian," he was saying into the phone, "let the answering service take the 
calls and come in here for a few minutes, will you?" 

He had scarcely hung up the phone before the door opened, and the 
mini-skirted brunette entered from the outer office. She smiled at Sally and 
shut the door behind her. Then she seated herself on a chair next to the 
wall. She crossed her lush legs, revealing her entire tapering thighs and a 
tiny white triangle at her crotch, which had to be her panties. It was 
evident that she wore no panty-hose. 

"Now, Sally, stand in front of me," Jerry directed. "I will sit on this 
chair." 

The young nurse was curious as to what would happen next. But she asked no 
questions, simply doing as the therapist told her. 

Jerry motioned her close to him, and he spread his legs apart so that she 
could stand between them. Vivian watched. 

"Now when I slide my hands up the backs of your thighs like this," Jerry 
said, stroking her, "what do you feel?" 

"I feel . . . your hands," Sally said, startled but not displeased. 

"Do you enjoy them stroking your thighs?" 

"Yes. Very much." 

"And when I place my hands like this on the back of your panties ... do you 
like that?" 

"Oh, wow!" Sally said as the young therapist began gently massaging her 
buttocks through her thin briefs. 

"You are responding, are you not?" 

"Ooh, yes!" 

"What is happening to your body?" 

Sally shut her eyes and tilted her head back. "My pussy is getting hot," she 
said. "I can feel it beginning to get wet, too. My nipples are pricking up." 

"Even though I haven't touched them, hmmm?" Jerry said, continuing to fondle 
her plump, springy bottom. "That is an interesting sign. You apparently have 
a very sensitive ass." 

"I like to feel your hands on my ass," Sally said. 

"Do you wish to have me pull down your panties?" 

"Ooh, yesss! Pull them right off me!" 

Jerry hooked his fingers over the elastic band at the top of her briefs and 
drew the panties down at the back. He placed his hands directly on the 
girl's buttocks. 

She writhed responsively. 

"Tell me," Jerry said, "do you like it when I stroke my fingertips between 
your buttocks like this?" 

"Ooh, that drives me out of my mind!" Sally exclaimed as the man ran his 
fingertips up and down in the crack between her satiny ass-cheeks. 

"And when I tickle your anus . . . ?" 

Sally jumped as his fingertip touched the puckered depression. 

"That makes ... my asshole hot!" she said, panting. 

"Have you ever been fucked back there?" "Ooh, yes! I dig it!" 

"Take off all your clothes, Sally," the therapist said, withdrawing his 
hands and letting her skirt drop. "I shall do the same." 

Sally could hardly believe that she was going to have sex with him right 
there in his office, and with his secretary watching. But that seemed to be 
what he was leading up to. 

When he stood, she noted a hump at the front of his trousers. He certainly 
was getting ready to screw her! 

She quickly removed her blouse, baring her firm, thrusting tits. The nipples 
were indeed hard, as she had said, sticking out at least half an inch from 
her firmly crinkled, pink aureoles. Jerry eyed them appreciatively as he 
stripped off his jacket and went to work on his shirt. 

Sally cast a quick glance at Vivian. She was watching with what seemed like 
professional interest. 

The situation was bizarre, but highly stimulating. 

Sally quickly unfastened her skirt. 

In a few moments, she stood nude in front of the psychologist while he 
kicked off his trousers. His knitted briefs were pushed forward by the 
thrust of his passion, which didn't seem at all professional. But Sally 
wasn't about to complain. 

Who was she to pass judgment on the way a sexual therapist treated his 
patients? 

Jerry stripped his briefs down, and his long cock bounced springily. When it 
stopped bobbing, it stuck straight out and upward. The thing had to be at 
least nine inches long, and there was a bulging rosy knob at its end. 

"Come over to the couch," he directed Sally. "Sit on it while I stand in 
front of you." 

Sally hurried to comply, her titties jiggling with the firmness of Jell-o. 
She sat and spread her legs apart, causing her pussy to open in its nest of 
light-brown hair. Moist pink flesh gleamed in her slit. 

"You are a lovely young woman," Jerry said, moving up in front of her. "Now 
do whatever you feel like. Express yourself fully." 

Sally stared at his prick which was arrogantly pointing toward her face. She 
didn't have to think twice about what she wanted to do with that luscious 
offering. 

She reached out and grasped Jerry's shaft. It was hard as iron. Her mouth 
watered as she bent toward the bulbous head of his cock. Her lips parted. 
Her pink tongue came out. 

"Very good!" Jerry said, his voice taking on a tenseness as she began to 
lick his prick. "That's very good indeed!" 

His cock tasted good to Sally, and she liked the spongy firmness of his 
smooth glans as she ran her tongue over it. She pursed her soft lips at the 
tip of his prick and sucked the bland nectar he was exuding. 

Sally was aware all the time that another girl was watching her. In a 
strange way, this enhanced her excitement. 

She let her mouth slowly widen as her pink lips crawled forward, gradually 
encompassing Jerry's big cockhead, then part of his rigid shaft. She sucked, 
slowly pumping her head forward and back. 

She felt the tension in him and heard him breathing hard. 

It wasn't necessary to keep a hand on his prick, because it stood up so 
stiffly, and while she sucked him she placed her hands at his back. She 
cupped and squeezed his firm buttocks. 

"Do you like ... to lick a man's balls?" Jerry asked, breathing hard. 

Sally let his long prick pop out of her mouth to bounce, gleaming moistly. 

"I like to do everything," she said, her voice husky, and she pushed his 
prick straight up between her face and his belly as she commenced licking 
the front of his hairy, hobbling nuts. 

"There is a very . . . sensitive spot," he told her, "between my balls . .. 
and my asshole ..." 

Sally pressed deeper into his crotch so that his nuts straddled her nose, 
and she licked behind them. Having gone that far, she couldn't stop, and her 
moist tongue struck at his anus. 

A tremor of intense delight shook Jerry as the girl licked his asshole. 

"Let's get down on the couch," he told her tensely. "You stretch out on your 
back, and I'll climb on top of you." 

That sounded like screwing, and Sally was ready for it. But when she was in 
position, Jerry approached her in the opposite way, straddling her head and 
lowering his face into her sweet, hairy crotch. 

His balls hung directly above her face, and she stared at the hair-strewn 
crack of his ass. His prick projected forward, close to his belly, and it 
was necessary for Sally to grasp it and tilt it down in order for it to 
reach her mouth. 

For the first time, Jerry was reciprocating her attentions, running his 
moist tongue along the soft, furry labia at her sexual portal. Sally 
thrilled and sucked his cock more ardently as his tongue burrowed into her 
wiggly, warm, wet cunt-flesh. 

The therapist proved to be a master at cunnilingus, licking each little 
whorl and wrinkle of her pussy as he held the outer lips apart with his 
thumbs. He paid particular attention to her stiff, tingling clit, licking 
all around that delightful nubbin, then working the soft hood away from it 
with his tongue and kissing the exposed tip of the organ. He caught the 
clitty between his lips and gently sucked. 

Sally was hunching at his cock, lifting her head off the couch with each 
lunge. She took the bulging head of his organ into her narrow, slippery 
throat as she sucked at the shank, her tongue flapping and gliding. 

Mucky fluid gushed from her pussy onto Jerry's lapping tongue as he 
pleasured her hot cunt. He pressed his lips against the surrounding soft 
flesh and plunged his tongue deeply up her fuck-hole. Her circular vaginal 
muscles grasped at the penetrating, meaty object as if it were a prick. 

As he sucked and tongued her pussy, his nose was buried between her soft, 
rubbery buttocks. He breathed in her delightfully earthy scent as he wiggled 
her springy ass-cheeks in his hands. 

Finally he climbed off, taking his lollipop from Sally's sucking mouth. She 
sat up, her eyes glazed, and looked at Vivian, who was seated nearby. The 
brunette had scooted forward on her chair and had lowered her white panties 
so that they were looped around one ankle. Her legs were spread wide apart 
and, as she stared at Sally and Jerry, she stroked two fingers in and out of 
her rosy, hair-fringed twat. 

So much for the girl's purely professional interest in what was going on! 

"Fuck me!" Sally demanded, looking beseechingly at Jerry. 

"How do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, idly stroking his big prick as 
he stood in front of her. 

"Stick that long, stiff thing up my cunt!" she said bluntly. "Then give it 
to me in the asshole, too! Fuck me every which way, Jerry! I'm so hot, I 
feel like I'm going to explode!" 

"Stretch out," he said, "and spread those lovely legs. Hold your pussy open 
so I can see how pink and juicy it is inside." 

Sally was pleased to do exactly as he had asked, and he approached her from 
End of the couch. He eyed her unfurled, luscious cunt as he lifted her bare 
legs, bicycling them and working them wide apart. His cock stuck up high and 
hard. 

He surprised Sally by drawing one of her pretty feet to his face and 
nibbling at her dainty toes. He took each toe in turn into his mouth and 
sucked on it. He ran his tongue moistly between the adorable little piggies. 

He continued kissing on up her ankle and calf as he crouched on the sofa. 
His wet tongue trailed upward on her inner thigh. Suddenly he flopped fully 
forward, bracing himself on his elbows beside her, and wrapped his hands 
around her high-mounding, springy tits. He licked her erect pink nipples, 
proving as adept in his treatment of them as he had been with her pussy. 

He wiggled her titties together, squeezing them gently, as his tongue glided 
all over both luscious mounds. He caught a nipple between his lips and 
stretched it upward, then gulped more of her titty into his mouth and 
sucked. 

He straddled her waist on his knees and crawled forward until he was able to 
lay his prick between her titties. He massaged his hard, bulb-headed shaft 
with her soft booby-flesh, manipulating her tits in his hands. His thumbs 
kept stroking her stiff nipples, bending them to and fro. 

Suddenly Sally felt a surprising touch between her legs while Jerry fucked 
her tits. Craning her neck, she could see Vivian's dark head pressed between 
her thighs, and the secretary was licking her cunt. 

This was a first for Sally. Strangely she didn't mind having another woman 
make love to her at all. 

Jerry wiggled a bit farther forward so that, as he stroked his long prick 
between her titties, the bulging head surged close to Sally's mouth. She 
raised her head from the sofa and struck at the rosy cock-knob with her 
tongue. Jerry supported the back of her head with his hands, and she was 
able to take his glans into her mouth as he stroked his shaft between her 
breasts. 

She was tremendously turned on. If she didn't get Jerry's cock shoved into 
her pussy pretty soon, she didn't know what she would do. 

She blubbered between thrusts of his pecker into her mouth, "Fuck me ... oh 
shit, fuck me now . . . I've got to have it . . . give me your long, fat 
prick!" 

Jerry pushed back and settled between her thighs. He grasped those tapering 
columns from underneath and bent them back. Sally extended her legs so that 
they formed a wide V. She felt Jerry's prick kiss her pussy, then push 
inside. Her warm, wet flesh trapped him sensuously, and he pushed deeper 
into the tight, slippery hole. 

Sally wondered what Vivian was doing, then immediately got her answer as she 
felt the girl's tongue working around the juncture of Jerry's cock and her 
pussy. The secretary licked her boss's shaft each time he withdrew it and 
pleasured Sally's pussy-lips each time he drove his boner home. She licked 
Jerry's balls, as well, her face pressed between his buttocks. 

The sexual therapist proved to be as deft a fucker as he had been a licker 
and sucker of Sally's snatch. He stroked straight and strong, terminating 
each thrust with a little snap. Every so often he varied the in-and-out 
motion with a grinding of his cock while he held it balls-deep in Sally's 
hot, throbbing cunt. Then he would return to the straight, vigorous fucking. 

All the while, Vivian kept licking the crotches of both lovers. Her wet 
tongue stroked between Sally's buttocks and twisted at the hot, palpitating 
dimple of her ass. When Jerry's cock came charging in, Vivian's tongue 
skidded over his hairy nuts and up his equally hairy ass-crack. 

Sally hunched against the horny plunges of the man's long, stiff prick. His 
bulging cockhead sent ripples up and down her pussy as he plundered it. 

"Ooh, so good ... so good!" Sally panted, tossing her head to and fro on the 
couch. "What a cock you've got! Keep sticking it up me! Stick it all the way 
to my tonsils!" 

"Are you ready for your first come?" Jerry asked as he stroked. 

"Ooh, yessss!" 

"Then GET IT!" 

He suddenly began fucking the young nurse with everything he had, ramming 
his hot cock into her all the way to his balls, stroking faster than she had 
ever been stroked before and giving her every inch of his bone-hard, 
bulb-headed prick. 

"OOOOOOOOH!" she cried, and pounded her hips wildly. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! 
AAAAH!" 

Jerry pulled his pecker out of her spasming, blissfully ecstatic hole and 
ground it against the yielding aperture just beneath. Coated as his rod was 
with the thick, rich cream of her cunt, it quite easily glided through her 
anal sphincter and all the way up her ass. He fucked her hot asshole while 
she kept coming. 

Jerry was kneeling straight up, bracing himself against Sally's extended 
legs which were propped in front of his shoulders. This made room for Vivian 
to swing around and straddle the recumbent girl's head. She sat down on 
Sally's face, pressing her juicy cunt against the surprised but happy girl's 
mouth as Sally's nose nudged her asshole. 

Vivian writhed, wiggling her wet cunt against Sally's lips. The blonde 
girl's tongue shot up, slithering into that delightful brunette snatch. She 
tongue-screwed Vivian's pussy while Jerry pumped for dear life in her hot, 
grabby ass. 

Sally's orgasm heightened. She seemed to be going from peak to peak, each a 
bit loftier than the last. Vivian panted and writhed atop her face. 

Jerry pounded his steel-hard prick in and out of her asshole. 

Suddenly he came, shooting his semen up her ass with strong, explosive 
bursts. Her asshole spasmed around his twitching shaft. Vivian's super-wet 
pussy vibrated against her face, showering thick cum over her lips and 
tongue and down her gulping throat. 

It was the most glorious climax Sally had ever had. 

Jerry also was much impressed as he got happily to his feet. His face was 
wreathed in a blissful smile. 

"You know something?" he said to Sally as she rolled onto her side to look 
up at him. Vivian was standing beside Jerry. "I need another girl in my 
office. My practice has increased so much lately that it's getting to be too 
heavy a load for Vivian. Right, doll?" He patted the brunette's bare ass. 

"Ooh, right!" Vivian said, gazing fondly down at the young blonde on the 
couch. 

"Would you like to have Sally working with you?" Jerry asked, gently 
caressing his secretary's buttocks. 

"I think that would be super!" 

"Well, what do you say, Sally?" Jerry grinned. "I can offer you at least as 
much pay as you were getting at the clinic, and there will be lots of fringe 
benefits. And as for your, uh, condition . .. you'll be getting constant 
treatment. It should do you a world of good!" 

Sally leaped up and pressed herself, naked, into Jerry's arms. She kissed 
him moistly on the mouth. 

"Does that mean you accept?" he asked, holding her a little ways away from 
him. His warm brown eyes twinkled. 

"That means you've got yourself a girl!" Sally said enthusiastically. "Oh, 
wow! That fucking old clinic's going to be nothing like this!" 

The happy threesome laughed. 


THE END
