Dr. Nancy: Boy's Specialist
by Polly Reynolds


FOREWORD 

The ink in which a novelist dips his pen is the blood of people, for 
literature is inherently the mirror of the human condition. Great books have 
been written and will continue to be written, about nature and worlds other 
than our own, yet the abiding strength in acknowledged literature has been 
man's relationship to himself and his society. Now, in the tumultuous years 
of cultural upheaval that have marked the middle decades of 20th century 
America, such focus is more important than ever, and we, the publishers, are 
indebted to author Polly Reynolds for delving courageously into the very 
thick of social battle-the Women's Liberation Movement. 

Dr Nancy: Boys' Specialist, is not a male chauvinist tract against female 
equality, and its author does not facetiously say that in order to be equal, 
women will have to give up some of their rights. Nor is it an apology for 
the movement, with its strident banner unfurled and its more extreme 
postures of anti-man, anti-family defended with emotional fervor. It does 
however, frankly and fearlessly explore the roots-the vacillations in 
American society which are responsible for the movement's growth-and it 
graphically examines the results-how its message may affect the average 
woman's relationship with others around her, as well as with herself. Ms. 
Reynold's book presents the thesis that a vast number of women have lost 
faith in their men, and that a woman without faith is a disruptive and 
oft-times emasculating thing. This loss of faith is not her fault; it is the 
men who have surrendered it, squandered it as society has demanded more and 
more conformity and submission from them. But with this loss of faith has 
come a sense of drifting, an almost panicked return to the concepts of 
motherhood, with its coddling of both male and female in the soft wool of 
parental protection. And, moreover, it has produced at times a shrill 
contempt toward men, a rejection of them for being weak-for not being worthy 
of faith. 

Whether the reader is in agreement with this argument or not, is, we feel, 
less important than the necessity to present its startling story for the 
discussion it so richly deserves. Therefore, while we do not take a stand, 
we strongly urge you, the reader, to follow the twisting development of 
young Nancy Nicholson as she lives through the torment of sexual adjustment. 
She, as a rising young doctor proud of her independence and scornful of men, 
must still reconcile herself to the opposite sex on a biological level. And, 
because of this "mothering" syndrome, she is drawn to children as proper 
love objects, only to find that she is herself in the object of a lesbian 
relationship when she, in turn, is in need of mothering. Yet the 
undercurrent of vengefulness swells beneath the surface of the men she deals 
with, and finally breaks to the surface in an explosive climax. The secret 
desires and fears in all of us-men and women alike-are therefore bound 
together in a whirlpool of conflict and lust from which none may escape 
unscathed or unaffected. 

Join us, then, as Nancy Nicholson comes to grips with what all masters of 
the written word have so ardently expressed, the human condition. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The medical building in Olympia Fields, Illinois, housed nearly all of the 
gynecologists, orthodontists, plastic surgeons, osteopaths, and other 
unpronounceable-titled specialists in that upper middle class suburb of 
Chicago. A town like Olympia Fields, where perhaps every third man was a 
doctor of some form, shape, or variety, could afford to be choosy about who 
was allowed to rent offices in its ultra-modern steel and plate glass 
structure. The general practitioners and the family doctors and the ordinary 
dentists continued to set up their small offices in the surrounding area, 
while here-set incongruously in what was a cornfield only two and a half 
years ago-only the most expensive specialists were to be found. 

Nancy Nicholson, a fragile blonde who wore platform shoes and teased her 
hair in a vain attempt to appear statuesque, imposing, and professional, 
realized how lucky she had been to rent one of the thickly carpeted, 
wood-paneled offices in the building. On her heavy wooden door was an 
impressive but discreet brass plate: N. L. Nicholson, M.D. 

Adolescent Specialist A casual glance at this door would never reveal to the 
passing observer that N. L. Nicholson was not a large man with a balding 
pate and fashionably long sideburns, and Nancy was glad of this. She only 
wanted people to judge her on her professional merits, not on her looks, 
just for once in her life. All during her university career, and even before 
that time, during her high school years, she had felt at a definite 
disadvantage. 

Most girls would laugh at a woman who complained because she was too pretty, 
but this was exactly the complaint of the voluptuous specialist. Since the 
age of fourteen, when the young boys of the small Pennsylvania town she'd 
grown up in had begun to cast long glances at her, emit wolf whistles, and 
ask her to accompany them to the Star Lite Drive In, in their 1950 
Chevrolets, Nancy had realized that her body was a commodity, and that 
realization had been distinctly an unpleasant one. 

Her mother and even her father, a comparatively liberal gentleman farmer, 
had been vexed and irritated when their only daughter had refused to stay in 
Pennsylvania and marry her ardent suitor, an electrical engineer from one of 
the best families in town. Shaking her blonde ringlets in stubborn 
willfulness, Nancy had insisted on going down to Philadelphia to study 
medicine. Finally, tired of arguing, her parents had agreed, telling each 
other that she'd certainly 'see the light' soon and marry a doctor instead 
of trying to be one. 

To Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson's dismay, however, it soon became apparent that 
their fragile blonde daughter was deadly serious in her intent. Not only did 
she complete her plan to become a full-fledged medical practitioner, and a 
specialist at that, but she left Pennsylvania without a backward glance, to 
go out west and work. 

Although Nancy would never confess it to her parents, despite the emphasis 
on intelligence and professional ability she had found in the university and 
now as a practicing doctor, things were very much the same. To every man she 
came in contact with, she was a woman first, and a doctor only incidentally, 
and this never ceased to gall the well-built young woman. Nancy 
wanted-desperately wanted-to be loved for her mind, not for her lush body, 
but she was nearly thirty years old now, and never yet had met a man who was 
not primarily interested in one thing. They all wanted to go to bed with 
her, and showed only a token interest in her brain and her work. 

Fifteen years of this sort of non-acceptance would be enough to make a saint 
bitter, and Nancy Louise Nicholson was certainly no saint. She did not 
reject men because of this, but as she grew older and still did not find 
someone with whom she could truly communicate, she grew further and further 
away from the world of men. The help she was giving to the adolescents who 
came to her office was far more important to Nancy than her dates and 
telephone calls, and her proving-to herself and to the world-that she could 
be independent and autonomous, was more important still. 

There was only one flaw in the blonde doctor's life-style, and his name was 
Judd Reiner. 

Judd Reiner wasn't exactly tall, dark, and handsome, but he did have deep 
blue eyes with a certain intelligence to them, and his brown hair was just 
long enough to be fashionable, but not long enough to be the least bit 
unrespectable. He dressed in well-pressed Levi's and well-tailored shirts, 
and bought his tweed jackets at Abercrombie and Fitch. He had money-quite 
enough money really-from driving into Chicago two days each week, and 
working as a consultant for a computer programming company. And he had 
plenty of time to court beautiful women like Nancy Nicholson. 

Judd had met the voluptuous sweetheart of a doctor by chance one day, on his 
way out of the osteopath's office which was next to her own. She had been 
locking up to go back to her apartment, but Judd, after a great deal of 
persuading, had convinced her to come to the club and have a drink with him. 
Over their bloody Mary's, the thirty-five year old man had fallen in love 
with her, fallen much harder than he ever had before. Judd was reaching the 
age when being a playboy began to lose a bit of its charm, when driving his 
Alfa Romeo with a beautiful pregnant woman next to him seemed a whole lot 
more desirable than driving it with different females every day. There was 
no denying it-he wanted to marry her, but for the first time in his life he 
was having to fight to win a woman. 

"What do you want out of life anyway?" asked Judd in vehement frustration. 
Nancy had just again refused to take the following day off so that they 
could go to the dunes together, and he was growing past the point of 
tolerance at her never being available. 

She looked at him honestly with her large dark eyes. "I want to do my work 
and have pleasant friendships with intelligent people," she replied. 

"But Nancy," he protested, rapping the keys to his car on the polished 
wooden desk of her inner office. "Nancy, honey, you're a woman. 

Don't you want to have babies? Don't you want to have a nice house and cook 
good meals? You know how much I want to marry you!" 

Nancy Nicholson smiled rather condescendingly at her would-be fiance. "Yes, 
I know, Judd," she answered, her voice soft and melodious despite herself. 
Her breasts heaved as she breathed, their virginal firmness moving 
sensuously under her starched white doctor's dress. "I know you do, but it 
just isn't possible, at least not right now. Right now my job is the most 
important thing to me, and I guess I'll have to leave the babies and cooking 
to other women. My goodness, with all the ladies going in to see Broderick, 
the obstetrician down the hall, you'd think there were already enough women 
breeding children! And I'd rather do other things, like take care of some of 
the children who are already here on the earth." 

Judd sighed. Nancy was beginning to sound more and more like those magazines 
about "new" and "liberated" women, which he had first read in the waiting 
room of her office. It got so you just couldn't talk to her any more. 

"But," he tried another tactic. "But Nancy, you could still work if you 
married me, if you really want to. Just because you want to have a career 
doesn't mean you have to lock yourself up like a princess in a fairy story. 
We're out of the middle ages now, and lots of women work ... although of 
course you wouldn't have to," he added, wanting the beautiful blonde to 
understand that his finances were more than adequate to support her. 

"Yes," she answered. "But that isn't the way I want it, right now. I don't 
have enough of myself for both a career and a marriage, and I don't want to 
do a bad job at either one of them." 

But, in Dr. Nicholson's mind, other thoughts were raging. Memories of the 
way her father had treated her mother surged up, memories she never could 
speak of to someone like Judd Reiner. Her father had been constantly putting 
her mother down, belittling her in public, having affairs with young girls 
practically under her mother's very nose. Somehow that was what marriage had 
come to mean to Nancy, and a man would have to prove to her that it would 
not be that way before she would change her mind. 

Nancy endeavored to explain. "You know I'm fond of you, Judd," she said, 
reaching over to touch his golf-tanned arm. "But my dreams are there too, 
and they're just so important to me. I need to know someone will accept my 
need to express myself ... I-I need to know someone will love me for that, 
and not love me in spite of that." 

Judd Reiner did not especially listen to his girlfriend's words, but her 
touch on his arm excited and inspired him. He wanted her, wanted her despite 
this tormenting conflict, wanted her because of her unbreakable spirit. Yet 
his maleness wanted more than that, wanted to possess her totally, to make 
her long for him as he longed for her! 

His arm went around Nancy's girlish waist, and before she knew what was 
happening, he was pulling her body close to his own. "Nancy, baby," he 
whispered huskily. "First let me show you what it means to be a woman, and 
then I'll let you decide." Before she had a ghost of a chance to reply, his 
strong arms were pressing her tight against his chest, and his hot mouth was 
descending upon her red lips, forcing them apart even as she struggled. 

"No!" the young doctor gasped. "Don't try to do that to me! Let go of me 
right now! This isn't what I want!" 

"Come on, Nancy baby," came Judd's desire-roughened voice. "I know you 
really want it, baby, if you'll just let yourself!" He held her all the more 
firmly, pushing her soft female body up against his muscular loins. 

Nancy could taste the warm moistness of her boyfriend's lips as his hot 
mouth forced hers open and his tongue slithered deep inside, searching for 
hers. She had to admit it felt good-his hard body pressed against her 
breasts and loins, his mouth evoking wanton shivers within her belly. And 
yet ... yet it was out of place here in her office, and out of place in her 
life. 

With a forceful movement, the female doctor pushed her suitor away with all 
the strength she possessed. "Let me go!" she commanded. "I have work to do." 

"Work to do!" Judd echoed sarcastically. "How about working on how to act 
like the woman that your body says you are? You're the doctor, Nancy, you 
should know that this is what nature tells us to do!" Without waiting for a 
response, he lowered his lips to her pleading mouth once again, his tongue 
darting out to slip between her teeth. Then his other hand moved up along 
her trembling belly to cup one of her full breasts. 

For a wistful moment, Nancy wished she could just give in, just let go and 
be spontaneous and do what her body was commanding her to do. But she was 
too afraid to do so, and too afraid to admit to Judd Reiner that she did 
indeed want to be made love to just as much as he wanted to make love to 
her. 

Pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through her yearning body, but before 
they had a chance to take hold of the young woman, the reality of the 
situation struck her again. "Stop it," she cried, struggling away from his 
grip. "This isn't the time and the place, and ... and I'm not the woman." 

Old fears and horrors returned to haunt Nancy. She thought of breaking away 
and running ... running desperately to escape this man who claimed he felt 
love and tenderness for her ... but she doubted that her legs would support 
her at this point. His strong arms held her tightly, his hands hot and 
smooth on her breasts and on her buttocks, and his muscular loins ground 
harshly against the doctor's long curvaceous thigh. She knew, and felt a 
feeling of dread at the mere knowledge, that his coiled penis beneath his 
trousers was hard as a rock. What was even more terrifying was that she knew 
it had expanded into a huge, blood-engorged erection, and that it was at 
this very moment bursting to get out of his pants, and to shove its 
relentless way into her virgin vagina. 

"Stop!" she cried. "Oh no ... no!" With all the .strength she could muster, 
strength considerably improved by years of skiing and women's field hockey, 
she squirmed away from her would-be lover's grip. Nancy's breath was coming 
hard and fast. "I-I'm just not like that, Judd," she pleaded. "You know how 
much I like you, but you just can't expect me to be ... to be that kind of 
girl!" 

"Oh, Nancy," groaned the good-looking man in frustration, "I know you're not 
some slut that I can just shove my cock into, but you should know me well 
enough by now, to know that that isn't what I'm doing! I love you, Nancy, I 
love you and I want to make you feel good. I don't want to fuck you, baby, 
but I sure do want to make love to you!" 

Oh God, thought the voluptuous blonde practitioner. Despite herself, she was 
urgently pressing her body against her boyfriend's firm flesh. Despite 
herself, the touch of his practiced hands on her breasts and buttocks were 
sending unwanted, shivers through her own flesh. She knew it would have to 
stop ultimately, but for a few moments, she would wait and bask in the way 
Judd was arousing her. 

Judd Reiner brought his lips very close to his girlfriend's ear, and his 
breath was hot and moist against the sensitive orifice. God, how his cock 
ached, and how his balls cried out from the pressure of his steadily 
building seminal fluids! His voice was slow and husky with suppressed desire 
as he spoke finally to Nancy. "You are a woman, baby," he said, "and someday 
someone is going to show you just exactly what it means to be a woman. And I 
want to be the one to do it. I want to be the man to teach you that there is 
really more to life than working and studying. I want to teach you about 
your own body, in a way that all your goddamn medical textbooks can never 
teach you." His voice started to crack with lustful emotion. "I want to be 
the one to ram his cock right up into you, Nancy!" 

The trembling woman winced involuntarily at Judd's words. She knew he was 
right. She wished in a wistful second that she could lose her fear of men, 
and lose her lust for tender children, that she could react to this man who 
actually did care for her just as a mature woman should. 

Wisps of memories came back to torment Nancy, as she stood in her office 
with Judd Reiner breathing heavily over her. There had been many unpleasant 
evenings in the past ten or fifteen years, evenings with frustrated, 
insistent, glazed-eyed men who had been just as eager to tear away her 
guarded virginity as Judd was right now. With a little shudder of distaste, 
Nancy went back mentally to the times in college when she had gone out on 
dates with fraternity men, and even with her professors. So impressionable 
and naive she had been, and how suave and debonair they had at first seemed 
to be. It had taken more than a few ugly experiences for the young blonde 
girl from the small Pennsylvania town to realize how most of the attractive 
men she encountered had only one thing on their minds. That thing was sex. 
After several drinks, and an evening spent dancing or at the student 
cinemas, the charming Philadelphia men would inevitably turn, and become 
horses of a different color. Suddenly their hands would fumble about Nancy's 
innocent body, suddenly their voices would grow thick with lust and emotion, 
suddenly they would be trying to kiss her, trying to put their hands all 
over her body.... 

It had been utterly terrible, and very devastating to the young woman. Nancy 
sincerely wanted to have friends with whom she could share experiences and 
at least a modicum of communication. Why did the men who, on the surface, 
seemed to like her and to respect her mind and her ideals, turn inevitably 
into hungering animals, out for only the crude satisfactions of their 
physical bodies? It was such a terrible disappointment, and one that left 
deep and painful scars on the blonde pre-medical student's mind. There had 
been terrible evenings at men's apartments, when she had been fool-hardy and 
unworldly enough to assume their invitations to listen to a Russian 
classical music, or to see their photographs from a field trip to the 
Sahara, were the only entertainment planned. More than once, she had nearly 
given in and let an insistent man take off her clothes and do what he seemed 
to think was so important to her throbbing vagina. But always, at the last 
minute, Nancy had stopped, had gathered her clothes together shakily, and 
stumbled tearfully away to take a bus home to her student apartment. 

A romantic at heart, Nancy Nicholson simply could not believe that sex, at 
least the very first-time sex, would have to be like that. She didn't want 
sweaty hands, unchanged sheets, furtive pawings in rear seats of cars ... 
she wanted something more, something she could barely put into words but it 
involved such things as self respect and mutual caring and sureness and 
stability. But, as she refused the sexual pressures of the men around her, 
no relationship began that would perhaps have offered the lonely blonde 
these characteristics, and as time went on, she found she dated less and 
less. 

It was better to spend solitary nights in her small apartment than it was to 
spend time with people who could never understand her. It was better to be 
continually lonesome than to go home feeling completely despoiled and 
degraded by men! Brutes they were, Nancy came to believe, all of them 
nothing but beasts, with huge coiled penises hidden beneath their trousers, 
ready to jump into instant erection and shove ruthlessly and uncaringly 
inside some hapless woman. She felt herself growing increasingly bitter 
toward men, although the sexual hungers still continued to fan through her 
loins, and she was forced to relieve them by masturbating in guilty 
solitude. When she did masturbate, her thoughts, naturally erotic, tended to 
center on innocent men, nonaggressive young boys such as the ones she had 
dated in her small Pennsylvania town. Glossing over the past, Nancy 
idealized it, and she remembered the callow lads with pieces of straw in 
their mouths and equally roaming fingers as being somehow pure and innocent, 
as naive and fumbling then as she still was, fifteen years later. 

Suddenly Nancy's body stiffened, and she was mentally jerked back to the 
reality of the present situation as Judd began pulling her loins harder than 
ever against his own.. He massaged the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks 
from behind once more, tentatively exploring her warm body. His mouth locked 
upon her own with a frantic sort of urgency which could not be denied. He 
would make her want him, he thought, losing his mind with desire. He 
maneuvered one cup of her brassiere away from the hardened swell of her full 
ripe breast, caressing it with wandering fingers. 

Nancy Nicholson heard her own breath coming in tiny mewling gasps, and the 
muscles of her body were as taut as a bow-string as they reacted of their 
own volition to the delicious teasing sensations of Judd's gripping and 
caressing fingers. She clenched her teeth together, fighting the surging 
emotions of her weak flesh with all of her might, but the pervading fingers 
of Judd's one hand nipping luridly against her breasts, and the hardness of 
his penis pressing against her trembling belly brought further moans of 
helpless subjugation from deep within her throat. Oh God, despite 
everything, this man was succeeding in arousing her! Maybe there was still 
hope for her, hope for her to become a normal woman ... she certainly was 
becoming excited in the way females were supposed to do, or so her medical 
textbooks said. Perhaps she could forget her sordid, unfulfilled, betrayed 
past, and not let her deep inbred fear of men ruin her future! Maybe she 
could divorce herself spiritually from her wicked fantasies involving 
teenaged boys! But even as Nancy harbored these positive thoughts, there was 
a frightening sort of hollow feeling alive in the pit of her stomach, a 
feeling that said no, that blocked firmly the intensity of the blonde 
doctor's response.... 

Judd Reiner could feel his girlfriend's nipples throb painfully against the 
translucent material of her brassiere, and pinpricks of arousal surged 
through his body, as he felt he was winning the battle. 

"Ohhhhh," pleaded the frightened doctor. "Oh Judd, please don't do this!" 
Nancy felt almost close to tears, stemming from her conflict of emotions, 
but the man's strong hands continued to fondle the tight clenched cheeks of 
her buttocks. He was totally unaware of the battle raging within the mind of 
his girlfriend. Nancy struggled harder, moaning desperately. She couldn't 
fight him and herself both! The combination was simply too strong for her, 
and she was rapidly turning into nothing but a naked bundle of raw nerve 
endings! But still she knew, in the back of her mind, that things must come 
to an end, that she must not allow him to go any further. She struggled ... 
but his kisses burned hotly and his left hand closed possessively over her 
throbbing breast, teasingly stroking its voluptuously firm flesh. 

She just couldn't find the strength to stop Judd as his hand slipped inside 
her brassiere, and then cupped her naked breasts. Flames of passion raced 
over her skin as he eased up the cloth cups and awkwardly rolled the 
hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his 
hotly aroused breath brushing against her shell-shaped ear, as he moved his 
dark head down to lock his impassioned lips against her own. Unconsciously, 
she slid her own tongue out, and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his 
tender young mouth. God, oh God, thought Nancy, as she felt herself losing 
control of her own passions. His soft kisses were like molten fire, burning 
her to the very core of her impassioned being! She just wouldn't be able to 
resist this any longer! 

"Oh ... oh ... oh " mindlessly chanted the hotly aroused doctor, alive with 
the forbidden and fear-inspiring sensations. His hands, his tongue, his 
whole enveloping body enflamed her, and she gasped from the sudden craving 
which was beginning to gradually overcome her stolid resistance. Yet ... 
there was the tempting thought that she didn't want to resist, that she did 
not want to stop either Judd or herself ... that finally, perhaps, she could 
learn to respond to a man as a normal female would. 

The blonde woman's mind was so occupied in this internal conflict of 
emotions and desires, that she made no effort to attempt to stop her hotly 
aroused boyfriend, as his lewdly inspiring hand travelled teasingly around 
her buttocks over the material of her uniform. Then his fingers moved down 
her leg to the hem of her white dress, and then slid their way back up 
underneath it all along the trembling satin flesh of Nancy's naked thigh. 
She trembled, thinking she would surely faint if this exploratory hand 
continued any further on its way ... but it went up, up to the narrow 
legband of her sheer yellow bikini panties. A shiver of sheer panic coursed 
through the flesh of Nancy's trembling body, and through her sex-inflamed 
mind. No, cried out her barely coherent thoughts. Na! it can't happen! her 
mind protested. But yes, it was happening, and it was feeling so good, so 
warm and gentle and wonderful, that the blonde doctor wanted it never to 
stop. 

Nancy's breath came increasingly in painful gasps as her impassioned 
boyfriend eased his head away from her mouth and stared wildly down at her. 
She jerked as one of his hands caressed her nakedly heaving breasts, and the 
other slid its way up between her tingling flesh and the narrow legband of 
her nylon panties. He played for a tormenting moment at the swollen mound of 
pussy rising from the crevice of her tightly clenching thighs, as he 
gathered his own self together for the final assault upon the protesting 
blonde's pulsating vagina. 

A low purr of hungered abandonment escaped from the lips of the female 
doctor, and she could feel her own blood surging through her veins. 
Lustfully, Judd smiled down at her, and then his strong hands pushed her 
backwards against the consulting desk, leaning her over until finally she 
was lying on its leather-covered top, lying there amid the adolescent charts 
and paperweights and photographs of her parents. Her legs dangled helplessly 
over the edge, and Nancy looked up at Judd imploringly, her chest heaving 
with each heavy spurt of breath. 

"Yes, baby, yes," came Judd Reiner's harsh panting voice. "We're finally 
gonna make it, baby. We're finally going to show you all about being a 
woman." 

Nancy gasped desperately as she felt the frenzied man's hand working itself 
beneath the tight elastic of her panty waistband and moving downwards toward 
her moistly ready vaginal slit. His fingertips teased hotly at the tiny bud 
of her clitoris and sent it springing up into even more warmly quivering 
life. Then the thirty year old woman jerked forward as she felt the shocking 
sensation of his hand curling down still further into her nylon panties and 
parting the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. She groaned heavily into the 
urgent man's mouth as she felt his arrogant middle finger snake its way up 
inside the tightly closed opening of her moistly secreting vagina. Wild 
shocks of an electrifying sort of pleasure stabbed through Nancy's naked 
flesh, and she ground her legs up against his practiced hand, as he thrust 
his middle finger up into the wet depths of her welcoming pussy. 

Gently, the computer consultant specialist pushed the female doctor down on 
her own desk, all the way until her head hit against the base of the small 
lamp, and her upper torso twisted in a sort of mounting agitation. Nancy 
undulated her buttocks with rising passion, as if her flesh were now out of 
her control and responding to some command other than her own. She raised 
her arms to Judd, in a gesture of feminine submission. 

Smiling lewdly, in a smug and self-satisfied manner, Judd Reiner pushed 
between the curvaceous blonde woman's legs until he was standing with his 
pelvis shoved between her inner thighs, his hips keeping her legs apart, his 
bulging loins pushing insistently against the panty-covered mound of her 
sensitive vagina. He leaned far over her, and his searing mouth pressed 
fervent kisses upon her softly pliant lips, while his one hand continued to 
fondle her erotically swollen breasts, and his other hand roamed lewdly up 
and down her inner thighs, brushed against the vibrant clitoris of her 
tender pussy, and maneuvered its way inside her seething depths of vaginal 
tissue. Deftly, the dark-haired thirty-five year old man worked Nancy's 
office smock up around her waist. 

The pretty blonde doctor tightened her arms around her boyfriend in desire, 
as though by holding onto his body, she would be spared the agony of having 
to say no. His searing lips pressed hard against her own, his experienced 
fingers teasing lewdly at her widespread cuntal furrow. With his other hand 
he continued to massage Nancy's naked bosom until she thought she would go 
insane with passion if he did not stop! 

"Oh Judd ... oh Judd ... you mustn't ... ohhhhh," moaned the enraptured 
blonde, over and over again, still trying futilely to gain control of her 
abandoned senses. She gasped in unwanted excitement as his fingers 
insinuated themselves inside the narrow elastic waistband of her nylon 
panties, and she cringed from his fiery touch upon her naked flesh. 
Self-defensive, her mind tried to preserve the vague vestiges of fear and 
horror which had tormented her. Yet, at the same moment, her over-stimulated 
flesh was responding and even succumbing with its overpowering prurient 
desires. "No," she moaned vainly. "No, don't." Judd Reiner did not for one 
instant heed the beautiful blonde's weak-sounding pleas for. mercy. He 
continued to finger the softly yielding slit of her swollen vagina, stroking 
the hair-covered cuntal lips and burrowing lewdly between them and deep ' 
inside the hotly moistened passage. Nancy simply could not control herself, 
as she involuntarily raised her hips, in helpful and deliberate submission, 
clenching her secretion-slippery thighs together so that Judd could more 
easily slip the dampened panties down over her trembling white thighs and 
long slender legs. They fell to the floor beside her desk as she lay, 
trembling, feeling with an obscene delight the coolness of the air upon her 
naked inner flesh, breezes from the open window gently caressing her wet 
pink vaginal crevice as her legs parted again in uncontrollable subjugation 
and wanton invitation. 

"Oh God," panted the doctor, breathlessly. "We mustn't, we mustn't! I'm 
afraid! This is wrong!" 

But Judd Reiner was having nothing to do with Nancy's prudent second 
thoughts. A guy can take just so much prick teasing, he thought to himself. 
"You know you want me to touch you between the legs just as much as I want 
to, baby," he groaned. He could feel the boiling seminal fluids building 
within his hotly hardened penis and sperm-swollen testicles, and it was 
making him feverish to possess Nancy. He wanted to shove his lust-hardened 
penis right up into that warm, light-fringed slit which was undulating 
around his fingers. His girlfriend's lushly exposed body was making him 
quiver with an unbearable lust as he ground himself as tightly as he 
possibly could to her mature nakedness. Just the sight of her was too much 
for a man to take, lying back against her business-like desk, her head 
lolling from side to side and her legs jerking spasmodically on either side 
of his pelvis. Judd felt a wild animal desire surging within his burgeoning 
cock as he pushed still closer to the voluptuous blonde's passionately 
throbbing pussy. His penis beat against his trousers with small aching 
pulses as he parted the sensation-rich slit of her cuntal opening with one 
lewd middle finger. Nancy moaned with growing lustful desire, feeling his 
teasing motion around the soft fringe of her pubic hair which surrounded her 
cuntal lips. As the lecherous finger probed and taunted against every inch 
of her pulsating vagina, she whimpered moistly into Judd's ear, trailing 
soft hot kisses down his neck. Helpless to resist, she rotated her 
passion-driven thighs in wanton response to his obscene caresses. 

"Oh God, Judd," she mewled. "Oh we mustn't, but I want to so much!" 

The good-looking young computer consultant stood between Nancy's legs, 
gazing down at the widespread pinkness of her virgin pussy, stretched wide 
open in lewd exposure of its smooth surfaces and its tiny clitoral bud. He 
watched the aroused blonde's twitching vaginal lips, swollen with arousal, 
glistening with moist droplets of cuntal secretions. He just couldn't 
remember when the sight of a woman's naked pussy had excited him more-maybe 
not for twenty years, he thought to himself! He just had to have her, and 
from the way her dark pink cuntal passage was opening and closing in lewd 
invitation, it didn't look like he'd have to put up much of a fight to do 
so! All he'd have to do was lower his pants and shove it right in! 

Judd's wet mouth began to nibble gently along Nancy's neck and his clever 
fingers opened her uniform buttons as his mouth travelled lower down. 
Brazenly he added a second finger and then still a third to the one already 
nestled up between her legs. She quivered uncontrollably from the delightful 
sensations that were taking over her body, and then she moaned in audible 
surrender as he lowered the lace cup of her brassiere and fastened his lips 
tightly onto one of her erected nipples. His fingers eased their way out of 
her pulsing vagina and coursed lightly up over the soft smooth firmness of 
her belly. 

"No," she continued to protest in a little pleading voice. "No, it isn't 
right. We can't do this." 

But Judd ignored these words, and Nancy's hands did nothing to push away his 
tender mouth from her throbbing breasts. Maddening patterns of indecent 
arousal continued to consume the sensation-stricken female doctor. She 
groaned from deep in her throat as his mouth and fingertips continued to 
tease and assault every inch of her wantonly exposed body. She felt ashamed 
and a little sick about the way she was acting, displaying her very most 
private parts in a lewd act of indecency, right there in her own office. Her 
own loss of control was humiliating the blonde doctor beyond belief, but 
still she did not stop her boyfriend. She undulated her desire-twitching 
thighs around Judd's hips, splaying her trembling legs still wider apart, 
her toes curling with uncontained passion. She knew, in the back of her 
mind, that the sight of her subjugation and arousal was only serving to 
further inflame Judd with his animalistic passions, but somehow even this 
knowledge increased the aroused thirty year old woman's unwanted desires. It 
was so forbidden, so warped, so obscene, and this made it all the more 
exciting to the virgin blonde. Little mewls of submission came from Nancy's 
mouth as her head rolled from side to side and her buttocks ground against 
the leather surface of her desk, surrounded by papers and charts. 

Indecision and self-loathing struggled madly within Nancy Nicholson's mind. 
Futilely she pulled away from his exploring fingers that had again found 
their way into her moist cuntal crevice, but it was a useless attempt. It 
was as though she had become paralyzed by her own erotic sensations, and she 
groaned from the unwanted excitements. Judd's hands and mouth never ceased 
their teasing manipulations upon her lightly perspiring flesh, and Nancy 
realized with a sense of despair that there would be no escape left now. She 
couldn't stop him now, she thought, and what was worse, she simply did not 
want to! At last in her life she really, really wanted a man, wanted him up 
inside her wildly trembling cunt! The battle between her mind and her body 
continued to rage, but both her mind and body wanted to lose, to lose all 
control and fall madly, spontaneously into the warm sea of passion in Judd's 
arms! 

And then she heard a short, hissing sound, and she knew it was the 
unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! She felt his hand moving 
away from her vagina to struggle with the zipper and the belt of his 
trousers. She tried to scream in protest, but her voice caught in her throat 
as she stared wide-eyed at the man's suddenly exposed erection. 
Spread-eagled, her legs wrapped about the hips of the determined lustful 
man, she could only stare at him as his trousers dropped around his ankles 
and he pulled his shorts down over his muscular buttocks and thighs, until 
his flushed, blood-filled erection was fully exposed to her pain-filled 
eyes. The bulbous head of his penis was a dark gleaming crimson color, its 
tiny slit wet with a drop of pre-orgasmic fluid. It hovered rigidly above 
her, a heavy shaft of flesh, its blunt head coming menacingly closer and 
closer to Nancy's defensively cringing vagina. Below it hung huge, 
sperm-swollen testicles, pendulous and pulsing with lust. 

It was absolutely horrifying! Suddenly, in the depths of Nancy's tortured 
brain, up loomed all the men who had tried to seduce her in her entire life. 
A stream of lecherous memory-inspired faces were all leering nakedly down at 
her, their faces contorted with lewdness, contempt, chauvinism. And 
suddenly, Judd, who loved her, became just the same as all of these other 
men had been! She felt already the thick and rubbery tip of his burgeoning 
penis pressing its relentless way forward against the naked lips of her 
wide-splayed pussy, lustful with sexual desire, and she knew she could never 
accept it! 

"Stop!" the mortally terrified woman doctor cried out, heedless of her loud 
voice that might be heard by someone else in the building. Helplessly, but 
with all the strength she possessed in her body, she writhed away from his 
sexually oriented grip. Delirious with her need to get away from this 
tormenting male figure, Nancy thrust his body away desperately, writhing to 
lift herself from the humiliating position atop the desk of her inner 
office. "Let me go! Let me go, damn you! You can't do this to me, you 
brute!" 

"Oh for Christ fuckin' sake!" cursed her boyfriend, in a frustration-based 
stream of obscenity. "It's too late to stop now, you goddamn prick-tease. 
I've got to fuck you!" He refused to remove his fingers from the warm 
sanctuary of her pussy, and continued the lewd rampaging movements within 
her cowering flesh, teasing the button of her still erect clitoris. He 
ground his loins demandingly between the younger woman's trembling thighs, 
humping upward to jab his blood-swollen cock inside her desperately 
straining pussy. He knew she really wanted him, so why should he stop now? 
Instead he leaned closer, holding his captive girlfriend flat against the 
desk, his mouth closing menacingly down over hers to still her rapid cries 
of protest. 

Nancy rolled her head from side to side, refusing to accept her suitor. Her 
eyes fluttered wildly and another scream of fear gurgled up from the depths 
of her throat. Her body thrust itself from side to side, in an effort to 
escape from his savage trap. It just could not happen! After all these 
years, she was not going to be brutally raped, her lewdly supine body on the 
desk of her office, against her will! But Judd Reiner showed not the least 
intention of letting up on the obscene ministrations he was performing upon 
her nakedly splayed loins. He held his lust-thickened cock in one hand and 
he bore down against her pelvic area with evil concentration, guiding the 
bloated head of his hard rod of flesh right down to the cringing opening of 
her unprotected vagina. 

How could Nancy possibly be expected to take that gigantic monster up into 
her vagina and enjoy it? How could she allow a huge battering ram like this 
blood-bloated penis to rip away her virginity? It was impossible, no matter 
that she might love the man, no matter that she might be inflamed with 
sexual desires herself. She fought savagely, evading the ominously looming 
shaft in avid determination not to surrender this final vestige of her vow 
to stop this indecent action. She tried to raise her legs and lock them 
together, tried to tighten her straining thighs as hard as she possibly 
could and deny entrance to the man who naked pelvis was trapped between 
them. 

Judd groaned with angry protest. "I need you, baby!" he cried out. "I've 
gotta have you now. I can't wait any longer!" He was goaded by her rejection 
of him, and it made him endeavor all the more frantically to bury his 
desire-engorged penis into the wetly grasping walls of her fragrant pussy 
where his fingers had just been. He thrust as hard as he could up through 
the hair-lined slit of her wet pink pussy cunt. With his hand, he pried her 
fleshy vaginal lips apart so that he would be able to plunge deep up inside 
of her with just one final lunge of his muscular hips. 

Nancy was helpless to stop him further, as he was simply stronger than she 
could ever be. Relentlessly, Judd pressed the blood-bloated head of his 
immense rod of flesh against the softness of her dark pubic curls while he 
endeavored to hold her pussy crevice wide apart with his hand. His breath 
was coming in short, spasming puffs, and he desired nothing more than to 
shove his pulsating penis deep into her protesting belly. 

He was just like all the other men, thought the young female doctor 
desperately. He was no better than the scores of brutes who had lusted after 
her creamy flesh for the past fifteen years, their hot hands pawing rudely 
and their thick hairy bodies sweating with uncontrollable desire! Why did 
men have to be so disgusting about their animal lustfulness? Even Judd, 
despite his good breeding and his charm-he was no better than any of the 
rest of them! Helplessly Nancy squeezed together the never-used muscles of 
her cunt, until her thighs ached with the effort. In desperation she heaved 
and bucked her curvaceous body against his urgent hardness, in a last ditch 
effort to dislodge this hateful man's unwanted invasion. A mounting hysteria 
rose in Nancy's breast, terrifying her. She must not let herself be raped! 

"Don't make me wait," groaned Judd in angry frustration. "I'm going to cum, 
damn it, and I want to cum inside of you!" 

Her boyfriend's heated words did not serve to decrease Nancy's resistance, 
but only made her press her thighs more tightly together against his 
invasion. "No!" she cried out. "I'm not going to let you! Not now and not 
ever so leave me alone, damn you!" She could feel the spasmodic throbbings 
against her tightly pressing inner thighs and the wetness of his warm 
seminal fluids that oozed their excited droplets onto her protesting vaginal 
lips. Steeling herself against him, she refused to allow his urgently 
pressuring penis to enter her desperately clenching cuntal slit. She would 
not be fucked against her will, no matter what! 

"You've got to let me, baby," Judd cried out dementedly. "Oh Nancy, baby, 
I'm cumming. Oh, sweet baby, I'm cumming!" 

The handsome computer consultant stiffened as he stood between her 
protesting inner thighs, and his rock hard penis began to jump 
uncontrollably before her eyes. The desperately moaning woman could feel a 
great hot stream of his fresh sperm erupt from its head and shoot wetly onto 
her naked thighs and pubic hair, and over her firm white belly. The white 
hot liquid ran down between the widespread crevice of her buttocks and onto 
the expensive surface of her office desk, as she struggled to get away from 
the liquid fire flooding over her still virgin body. She stared down in 
horrified fascination at the view between her melon-shaped breasts of his 
burgeoning cock jerking with wave after wave of a seemingly never-ending 
stream of semen. 

Finally Judd groaned and staggered away from between the whimpering doctor's 
naked thighs. His testicles drained completely, he looked at Nancy with 
exhausted passion, her belly and vagina covered with the sticky dregs of his 
viscous cum. Awkwardly, not knowing what to say, whether to apologize or be 
righteously angry, he avoided her eyes. Judd reached for a paper tissue from 
the box on her desk, wiped off his deflated penis, and made a few dabs at 
the humiliated doctor's sticky body, and then pulled his jockey shorts and 
his trousers back up over his now useless weapon. 

Nancy rolled away, hiding her eyes in shameful silence, unable to speak. 
Finally Judd growled at her. "You see what happens now when you play those 
cock-teasing games, don't you, Doctor?" he asked, harshly. "You have to 
learn how to be a woman one of these days. Or else find a boy to play your 
games with, because a man just won't put up with that sort of thing!" 

Oh God, she thought mournfully. He had just spoken of her most depraved 
fantasies, to do just that with a young boy! She felt fear and disgust, 
wanting this man to leave her alone, and she stared in humiliated despair at 
the lewd semen that covered her vaginal lips and matted her blonde pubic 
hair in an obscene reminder of what she had allowed to happen despite 
herself, and she felt more self-loathing that she ever had before in all her 
thirty years. 

"You've got to learn how to let a man love you," Judd continued defensively, 
buckling his belt. "You think you know so damn much, but it's all the crap 
out of books that doesn't do you a fucking bit of good in your life. 
Sometime you'd better wise up and learn how to live, instead of just keeping 
miserable adolescents alive!" 

Nancy winced at the sound of his harsh voice and his cutting words. She 
wrenched herself up off of the desk, and made a hurried effort to pull her 
wrinkled uniform down over her legs and button the front of it. In quivering 
indignation she stood before him, looking up at him with hatred in her eyes. 
Hot tears rose up, but she fought them back. "I hate you," she hissed. "I 
hate you, you beast of a man. You're exactly like all the rest of the men I 
hate! It's my office and it's my body, and you have no ... no right to 
invade my privacy! I can do what I want with my life, and it's none of your 
damn business, Judd Reiner!" 

Yet even as Nancy spoke, a little voice within her said that she knew Judd 
was right, that she had to learn how to make love, and to learn to accept 
her body. But she was simply too afraid, and could not tell this to the cold 
and threatening man. 

"G-get out of my office," she begged. "Please, Judd, I've got to be alone!" 
She gathered up her fallen panties from the floor and used them to wipe the 
sticky sperm from her inner thighs, and then, with a gesture of disgust, 
dropped them into the waste basket at the side of her desk, disgusted by the 
sight and the smell of the semen drenched nylon. 

Judd groaned angrily. "Come on, baby," he breathed. "All right. I'll leave 
you, but someday I'm going to take away that precious cherry you keep under 
lock and key, and I'm going to teach you about being female! You can't go 
around being a cock-tease for another thirty years, Nancy Nicholson!" 

Nancy winced involuntarily at his words, wanting to somehow apologize, to 
end the misunderstanding between them. But already Judd was gathering his 
car keys into his hand and heading for the door. 

"All right, Nancy," he called back over his shoulder as he walked out. "Next 
time you want to waste time going out with me instead of working, let me 
know." 

He slammed the office door behind him. 

* * * 

Dr. Nancy Nicholson looked down at her silver watch, and saw with relief 
that she had another hour before her next patient's arrival. In her heart, 
the young doctor knew that Judd was right-or at least partially right. 
Virginity was not something to guard so zealously for thirty entire years, 
not even Nancy believed in that. Nor was it something to toss upon any man 
who wanted to get his hot little hands and hard eager cock into her pants. 
She wished sometimes that she had experienced this in college, when all the 
girls around her were experiencing the sweetness and bitterness of sex for 
the first time. In college, though, Nancy had been too busy studying, and 
whenever she went out with a student she liked and things started to get 
intense, she had stopped with an unreasoning, mindless fear. Fear of the 
unknown? she wondered. Or fear of being emotionally hurt, brutally raped and 
tossed away. 

And now that so many years had passed since college, Nancy only felt her 
virginity as more of a yoke around her neck, a yoke she surely wanted to 
lose. Maybe I should go to bed with Judd, she thought. At least he loves me, 
or says he does. At least he isn't here just to get laid ... or says he 
isn't. But, even as she thought this, the memory of his huge hardness 
pushing up against her belly when he held her close entered her 
consciousness, and she shuddered with fear at the mere thought of that huge 
thing entering her tender body. But he would surely be expert, surely know 
all the right things to do, whatever they were. But then again, he might be 
so carried away that he would go too fast and forget how I was feeling. 

Nancy tried to push the distasteful thought from her mind. I want someone 
innocent, she thought to herself. Someone young and naive who isn't going to 
hurt me.... 

She trembled as her mind rushed back to those many afternoons and evenings 
in college when she had learned how to satisfy her yearnings for sexual 
fulfillment with her own fingers. Even then, in her imagination, her lovers 
were young boys, not the burly beer-guzzling fraternity men who asked her to 
parties and tried to get her upstairs into their rooms. She wanted someone 
young, someone she could learn about sexual passions with ... a partner, not 
a teacher. 

Even now, more and more frequently it seemed to the young woman, her body 
would overcome her mind with desirous thoughts and, in the privacy of her 
own room, or between appointments at her office, or even in a strange 
bathroom at someone's cocktail party, she would pull down her panties and 
use her finger to bring herself to the point of tumultuous orgasmic release. 
Each time she did so, wild fantasies played through her brain-fantasies of 
young men, with long slim penises and clean, sweet-smelling bodies. But 
after it was all over, the blonde doctor would feel a great surge of 
revulsion and shame, realizing how abandonedly she had given in to her own 
abhorrent weaknesses. Over and over she vowed to never let such a terrible 
thing happen again, vowed that from that point on she alone would be in 
control of her body's actions. But somehow, it always did happen again, 
somehow she was always helpless to the fiery impulses, once they began to 
course through her loins. 

Unfortunately, the setting up of Nancy's practice-specializing in 
adolescents and their particular problems-had not only fulfilled her dream 
but heightened her nightmares as well. Perhaps, if the voluptuously built 
woman had had a satisfactory and fulfilling love relationship with a man, 
her hidden desires would have been pushed to the background. But, as things 
were, her lewd and unspeakable fantasies had grown to a point where her own 
patients figured unmistakably in them. 

Nancy's subconscious thoughts never failed to shock her whenever they 
appeared on the surface of her mind and forced her to see them. However, for 
the most part, the young doctor managed to repress her insistent demands for 
release, and plunged even more deeply into her work. Ideally, the thought, 
if one gave all one's heart and soul to one's work, there would be no room 
left for such energy-wasting nightmares. 

Thus, Nancy Nicholson's days were spent in dedicated pursuit of her career 
and its furtherance. Even during the evenings, in her spacious apartment 
which she shared with a young schoolteacher, twenty-five year old Louisa 
Goodman, and Louisa's daughter Clarissa, Nancy would read medical journals 
and study case histories. Several evenings a week she would go out, with 
Judd or with Louisa, but even these few times the young doctor considered a 
sacrifice of time. She would prefer to be doing her precious work, and she 
would prefer to be keeping her mind far from her body's lewd and wanton 
cravings. 

If she did go to bed with Judd, if she broke down and accepted his muscular 
body and his brash way of life, might it not be more intelligent in the long 
run? But, realize that as she might, Nancy also knew that when she did give 
her so-long-guarded virginity to a man, it would have to be with more 
feeling than just a sort of caring about someone. What was more, she could 
never tell him the truth about her dreadful fantasies involving adolescent 
boy, she would surely be so shocked, his illusions so shattered, that he 
would leave her beyond a doubt. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The small scene which had taken place between Nancy Nicholson and her 
would-be fiance had left the adolescent specialist far more distraught than 
she would like to admit. Frustration and humiliation seethed through her 
untouched thirty year old form. She found herself totally unable to leave 
her office and go out for lunch, but instead studied charts and ate an 
apple, trying to gain back her margin of self-control. 

Nancy's first appointment was at one o'clock, with a rather morose looking 
young boy named Marcus Kingsley. The blonde doctor waited inside her inner 
office, hearing the faint hum of voices as he walked in and announced 
himself to the receptionist. But Nancy made no move to press the buzzer on 
her desk, to let her receptionist know she was ready to see her patient. 

God, she thought to herself, how can I face the afternoon, with these lewd 
memories swimming through my heart and my head? She felt stripped of her 
defenses, naked and vulnerable. The memories and the realizations were just 
too much to bear, and now the thought of seeing young Marcus was a little 
bit too much for the voluptuous blonde doctor. 

But work must be done and Dr. Nancy Nicholson knew this better than most 
other people do. She took a deep breath and pushed her buzzer. "Send the 
Kingsley boy in," she said calmly to her receptionist. In a few minutes the 
office door opened and the intense, dark-haired teenager appeared in the 
doorway. Nancy stared at him, with repressed longing at his lithe young 
body. 

No, she vowed to herself. No, never again. She would not even entertain 
these lewd thoughts which kept popping up every time she was with a 
youngster. She was the doctor, he the patient, and that was that. 

"Hullo, Doc," he greeted her impishly, a surprisingly cheerful smile 
crossing over the youngster's handsome features. 

"Hello, Marcus," she answered professionally, careful not to call him by the 
more familiar name 'Marc'. "What can I do for you this afternoon?" 

"Oh, it's nothing," he answered. "But ... I'm in high school now you know, 
and the coach said we have to get medical certificates if we wanta try out 
for football. And I sure want to make the freshman football team! Boy, I 
just can't think of anything more fun than really being on the team! " 

Nancy smiled at the youngster's boyish enthusiasm. "That does sound like 
fun," she agreed, and then clutched her desk for support as an image of this 
young boy, dressed in shoulder pads, falling to the ground with other 
adolescents.... 

Suddenly the young doctor felt all hot and nervous, and her voice was husky 
when she managed to speak. "Come and sit down, Marcus, and I'll get out your 
chart. Then I'll just make sure everything's okay, and that you'll be in 
fine shape for the team." 

Her fumbling hands rummaged through the file upon her desk, and drew out 
Marcus Kingsley's chart, as well as Xeroxed copies of the charts which his 
pediatrician had forwarded when she closed her office last spring. 

"No serious illnesses, I see," remarked the blonde doctor. "Do you have any 
allergies?" The routine questions came easily from Nancy's mouth after long 
practice, and she marked the forms in front of her on the desk. According to 
his chart, she noted, he was only fourteen years old, but he seemed so 
stalwart, so brave, so self-possessed sitting there in her chair, that 
somehow he seemed older, more mature. A little shiver of attraction rippled 
through the young doctor's body, along her backbone in a spontaneous motion. 
Goodness, but he was a good-looking young boy. She could not help glancing 
up at him surreptitiously, could not help but be distracted by his dark 
curls and spaniel-brown eyes, as well as the smoothly tapered lines of his 
developing young body. 

"Uh, Marcus," Nancy said, "if you can go into the next room and take off 
your clothes, then we can continue the physical part of this examination." 
Her voice was brisk, but even as she spoke she could feel her face flush 
with a sudden rush of blood, making the fair-skinned woman's cheeks and 
temples turn a shade of crimson. 

Just at that moment Marcus Kingsley's eyes met hers and instantly flicked 
away, embarrassed at what they saw in his doctor's face. Nancy felt a 
shudder go through her body, hoping her young patient could not read her 
mind. For her mind, out of control of her intellect, was thinking, was 
speculating even, on just what this youngster would look like when he took 
his trousers off! 

Oh God, thought Nancy in despair, oh God, what can I be thinking? Mentally 
she chastised herself for her lascivious thoughts, as she watched her 
adolescent patient rise and walk across the room to enter the small room 
where he was to undress and hang his clothes on the hooks. 

When Marcus returned, walking nakedly across Nancy Nicholson's office, his 
doctor was bent over her desk, her blonde hair brushing against some papers. 
"Well," he said, to catch her attention, "Well, I'm ready." 

Nancy looked up, and sucked in her breath as she did so. Wasn't he a 
beautiful little man! An adolescent just at the budding point, the point of 
ceasing to be a child but not yet become a man. His body was lithe and trim, 
still suntanned from days spent at the country club pool, and his dark curls 
grew down the nape of his neck in a most particularly irresistible fashion. 

But within an instant, the doctor had regained control of herself and was 
checking her patient's reflexes and listening to his heartbeat. "Well, 
Marcus," she said nervously, "everything seems to be quite normal and I 
don't see any reason why you shouldn't be playing football. She paused for a 
moment, "You don't smoke yet, I hope?" 

Marcus shook his head. "No, I sure don't, even though lots of my kids in 
class are doing it. I reckon my dad would give it to me if I started 
smoking!" 

"That's good," said Nancy. The examination was nearly over. There was 
nothing else that Nancy needed to ask, but there were several questions that 
she wanted, desperately wanted to ask, and she did so, "Do you have 
nocturnal emissions, Marcus?" the doctor queried, her pen poised above the 
pad, ready to write. 

"Wh-what's that?" he asked. 

Nancy, seated in the leather chair next to the couch where her patient lay, 
leaned a tiny bit closer to him, and her voice was oddly breathless. "That's 
when you go to sleep at night and you dream ... oh maybe about a girl at 
school that you like ... and when you wake up, your penis has been pushing 
against the sheets and all the sheets are wet." She looked hard at the 
youngster. 

Marcus squirmed in embarrassment. Of course man, he thought, of course I do, 
but you can't say that to a lady, can you? Even if the lady is a real 
doctor? 

"Yeah," he finally answered, his dark skin colored by a furious blush. 
"Yeah, well I mean, sometimes I do." 

Man! thought the youngster as he spoke, Dr. Robinson is sure stacked! His 
eyes ran up and down her lush figure, and his hands closed on the black 
leather couch he lay upon. Her white dress was starched and proper, but how 
could it really be proper when it was stretched so tightly upon a frame like 
that one? Every bit of her voluptuous body was open to his scrutiny, and 
when she moved he could feel his little penis jump up in his pants, ever 
since the first time he'd been to see her. But now, what was she doing 
asking him things like that? 

Did he ever have 'nocturnal emissions'? You bet I do, he thought ironically, 
and it's usually when I've just come back from the doctor's office! Just the 
mere thought of seeing Dr. Nicholson's naked titties would send his cock 
throbbing in excitement, even though he knew it could never happen. Of 
course, she must think he was just a dumb kid, and probably lots of grown up 
men, with great penises that stuck out of black pubic haired loins, were 
getting all the chances. What would a grown up woman want with a kid like 
him? 

But Dr. Nicholson was now interrupting his reverie by asking another 
question. 

"Marcus," she said, her voice husky. "Marcus, have you ever masturbated to 
make this happen?" Nervously, the lady doctor licked her lips. 

Jeez, thought Marcus Kingsley, what does she think I am? His penis was 
always getting sore from beating it off so much, thinking about girls 
wanting him, thinking about women wanting to go to bed with him. 

"Yeah," he answered cautiously. "Yeah, I've masturbated sometimes." Then 
defensively he added, "I know it's not true, what they say about it. I mean, 
your eyebrows aren't going to fall off or anything like that." 

Some terribly perverse little part of Miss Nicholson was enjoying the 
obvious embarrassment of the naked little boy lying before her very eyes. 
For some reason she didn't dare question, her eyes slipped down from the 
boy's open mouth and along his heavily panting chest, across his flat plane 
of stomach, down to his crotch. And the sight which met her gaze filled her 
with a renewed passion that both thrilled and terrified the lady doctor at 
the same time. 

Bulging up in the beginnings of an erection was Marcus Kingsley's 
desire-hardening penis! Oh God, young Marcus was getting an erection while 
she sat looking at him and asking him these questions! Nancy knew what she 
must do now was hurriedly take his blood pressure and send him off to get 
dressed. But she did not do so. She could feel the inflamed center of her 
own loins throbbing in violent answer to the sight of his passionate cock, 
and she deliberately squeezed her own thighs together to protect herself 
from his scrutinizing gaze. Nancy had to clasp her fingers together in order 
to refrain from reaching out to clasp them around that delectable-looking 
shaft. What was happening to her? She was supposed to be a grown woman, with 
grown woman's likes and dislikes, not some crazy sort of a child molester 
type! 

For a second, Nancy Nicholson allowed her mind to travel back to the many, 
many times she'd lain on her bed, and even sat in this very office, thinking 
of boys Marcus's age fucking their stiff little penises up into her 
untouched belly. She would go wild with desire when she thought of this, 
until her own fingers would rush, as if of their own accord, up between her 
legs to pummel furiously at her insatiable clitoral bud. Guilt flared 
through Nancy's tormented mind ... a boy was making her react this way, 
while good kind Judd Reiner could not do so, and there was something 
terribly wrong about it all! 

With a great act of will, Nancy Nicholson forced her eyes away from her 
patient's stiffened penis. She knew things had to stop, but she could 
somehow not just drop the conversation off at this point. She asked one more 
question. 

"Marcus, when was ... ah ... the last time you masturbated?" 

"Oh, I don't know." He thought quickly. "Uh, this morning, when I went home 
from school for lunch." He squirmed under her scrutiny. "There's not 
anything wrong with it, Dr. Nicholson," he repeated. Damn, hut he wished 
she'd stop looking at him like that! There was nothing he could do to make 
the hard shaft of cock-flesh return to a quiet position. 

"Nooooo," answered Nancy's breathless voice. "No, nothing wrong with it, as 
long as it isn't keeping you from your studies. Or your football," she 
added, smiling at the youngster. 

"Well," she added bravely. "I guess I'll just take your blood pressure, and 
then that will be all for today." Desperately Nancy forced her attention on 
the instrument in her hand, wrapping it around the youngster's arm. His 
fresh, vibrant breath was hot upon her face, and the sweet smell of his 
young flesh caused her nostrils to dilate in desire. Tremors of passion 
began deep up between the doctor's thighs as she bent over to work, and she 
felt flooded with shame at being in such a feverish state. 

God, thought the young doctor, I must get in control of myself. But her 
hands were shaking, and she had to clench her teeth together in a vain 
effort to cease the wanton sensations which coursed up between her 
full-fleshed thighs. 

And then, just as she felt herself overcoming this terrible temptation, 
Marcus spoke up. 

"Dr. Nicholson," he said, "I think I'm going to have to masturbate right 
now, cause my pecker is gonna explode if I don't!" His voice was thick and 
husky. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I better get up." 

Nancy looked down at the youngster and saw, to her astonishment, that there 
was a tear in one of his eyes. Suddenly she felt a rush of self-contempt and 
of pity for this helpless boy. It was all her fault, all this talk about 
masturbation, after all. It was all her fault that he was worked up, wasn't 
it? She was the one who should be guilty, and not this charming young 
teenager. 

A voice Nancy barely recognized as her own spoke up then. "Maybe," she said 
sultrily, her fingers already reaching out as if they had minds of their 
own. "Maybe it would be better if Dr. Nicholson does it for you. It's my 
fault for asking you about those things, I know." 

Nancy felt as if she were being directed by an alien force, not even of her 
own. She'd completely lost control of her actions somehow, and her fingers 
closed around the heated little shaft. No matter how desperately she wanted 
to, she couldn't bring herself to take her hand away. Instead, her hand 
moved automatically, of its own accord, to stroke in a slow obscene motion 
up and down the straining shaft of Marcus' cock. The resilient feel of it 
was just too compelling, and Nancy could not stop herself. The actual chance 
of feeling and stroking Marcus' lust-arousing penis in the obscene 
environment of her own doctor's office was more than she could resist in her 
current delirious state. 

My God, no! Nancy's mind screamed. She had to keep control of the situation! 
He was just a darling child, and he'd gotten all aroused by those questions 
she'd asked. What she should do now is order him out of her office, tell him 
to come back next week, tell him to go someplace else, tell him anything! 
This simply was not right, but she could not stop. 

A wild and ungovernable excitement began to build at the base of Marcus' 
penis as guilty desire surged through his adolescent loins. Crap, this was 
about the most exciting thing that had ever happened in all his fourteen 
years! 

The blonde doctor gazed down at her own hand, watching its hungry motions up 
and downward along the throbbing young cock shaft that now loomed up from 
his body in complete and obscene freedom. It was a sight more compelling 
than anything she had ever beheld in her life. There was none of the feeling 
of terror which she'd experienced the other times she had beheld huge men's 
penises. And she knew, despite her fogged mind, that this was what was 
attracting her-the sweetness, the innocence of his young cock. 

In spite of Nancy's sincere shame at her own animalistic lustings, the lady 
doctor felt a surge of salacious delight charging through her love-deprived 
body, at the touch of her young patient's pulsing rod. She could feel her 
breasts aching with repressed sexual fires, and she knew that the last of 
her vows to never succumb to her lewd desire for young boys were being 
ripped away relentlessly with each passing moment. Her very body was a 
seething mass of lust, every nerve and fibre reacting with lecherous 
cravings. Every inhibition, every high standard was melting away, until the 
only reality left was her all-consuming passion. Unable to resist, all she 
could think of was the flesh of the youngster beneath her hand. 

"Oh!" gasped Marcus. "Oh, Miss Nicholson!" Her hand teased endlessly, gently 
massaging his stiffened penile length, caressing with an almost maddening 
slowness, while he sat frozen in the dentist's chair. Wild, burning ripples 
of boyish passion flooded through his taut young body and brought his virile 
penis leaping into an even greater erection! 

Marcus' mouth opened in wonder and he choked with the pleasurable shocking 
sensation of her fingers along his slender hardness. He lay motionless, 
truly unable to move, while her hand continued to creep down to his 
testicles and to cup them softly in her hand. Jolts of delicious feelings 
rushed through Marcus' adolescent body, and without wanting to, he could not 
help but give out a little grunt of satisfaction. 

"Uuuuuuuuuh, oh Doctor Nicholson, what are you doing? Oh, it feels so good!" 

The mature woman was pressing even closer to the young patient now, the hot 
swells of her voluptuous breasts pushing against his chest as she massaged 
his upright penis. "I know you like it," came her husky voice. "Don't you, 
baby?" 

"Well, gee, sure I like it. 'Course it feels good, but...." 

"I know, dear," said Nancy. "I know you needed just this." Her voice crooned 
suggestively, brazenly. "Now you won't have any of those nasty dreams 
tonight, will you Marcus baby?" Her hand titillated his hardened penis with 
an increasingly fervent boldness. "Don't be ashamed of it now, Marcus. It's 
the most normal thing in the world to want to touch yourself ... and to have 
somebody else touch you." Her hand moved upwards to caress the very tip of 
his glans, where a tiny drop of pre-seminal fluid was glistening. "And such 
a lovely hard cock, Marcus," Nancy murmured. "It's a shame not to touch such 
a nice stiff cock." 

Marcus could barely believe his ears, as his doctor dropped lewd expressions 
just as though she were talking about prescriptions or something. But it was 
even more surprising to Nancy's own ears. The thrill of hearing herself 
mouth such forbidden lewdness surged through Nancy's body, and she trembled 
with an insatiable longing for this darling child. No longer was she 
tormented by her thoughts of what was right, and what was wrong ... no, all 
that remained was her desire for his fleshy pulsing penis, a penis that 
would be unused, as virgin as her own vagina, a penis she could teach and be 
taught by.... 

Lying on the doctor's couch, the inexperienced teenager reeled with 
confusion. He just could not believe what was happening! Sure enough, his 
doctor was playing with his pecker! But somehow, it just couldn't be 
happening, and even though it felt more wonderful than anything he had ever 
before experienced, it just could not be right! Not Doctor Nicholson! But 
good heavens, it was real, her fingers teasing up and down his stiffened 
length, sending frenzied jolts of lascivious excitement running helter 
skelter through his mind! 

Nancy Nicholson's nimble fingers continued to caress her patient's swelling 
young manhood, sliding up and down along his sensitive cock-shaft to massage 
his small tender scrotum. Her lush red lips were parted and she kept running 
her moist little tongue back and forth across them, while an odd glaze of 
wanton passion filmed her azure blue eyes. The young doctor's breath was 
fervid and sweet against her patient's innocent face, and her mind swirled 
crazily with freshly-unleashed sexual fantasies. 

Marcus trembled underneath the passionate fingers of his practitioner. Jeez, 
but he had never even dreamed that his innocent sexual thoughts about the 
attractively stacked petite doctor would go this far! He'd surely never even 
considered that she too might be seething with the sort of desires that a 
boy his age could fulfill. He knew he was being a jerk about it, but he was 
actually scared by the violent passion in the woman's eyes! And yet ... he 
sure didn't want to stop, didn't want his doctor to bring her ministrations 
to an end! 

Motionless, but trembling with sensations, he lay beneath her. The salacious 
pleasure of his blonde doctor's fingers on his rigid penis rendered him not 
only frozen motionless, but totally incapable of motion. What's the matter 
with Dr. Nicholson, he thought to himself. She must be going out of her 
mind! 

Then Dr. Nicholson was murmuring at her youthful patient, murmuring sweet 
and obscene words, and her breath was fragrant against his face. "I want to 
touch you all over," she whispered. "I want your long firm penis to feel 
really good. Really, really good," she insisted earnestly. "I want to make 
you feel so good that you just explode right here in my hand!" 

"Jeez, doc, I don't think I'd better...." 

"It's all right, baby," she whispered, her breath coming faster and faster. 
"I'm a doctor, so it's all right. It's just a natural function and ... and a 
natural desire that both of us have. I know what's best for your nice big 
penis, don't I?" 

"Yeah!" he answered, hesitantly but excitedly. "Yeah, you sure do, Dr. 
Nicholson!" 

By this time, Nancy's passions had risen to such a highly fervent pitch that 
nothing whatsoever could have stopped her from her obscene seduction of the 
boy half her own age. She gently smoothed her one hand' along his beardless 
cheek, smiling at the peach-fuzz feel of his skin, and with her other hand 
she intensified the lewdly arousing motions along her patient's throbbing 
rock-hard penis. 

Marcus Kingsley moaned with a quivering delight as Nancy's hand stroked 
along the naked flesh of his pulsating tool. Tingles of sexual excitement 
spiraled up from his youthful loins more and more fervently, and they 
swirled maddeningly through his developing pubescent body. 

"Ooooooh," the adolescent student groaned. "Oooooh, it feels too good, too 
good." But there was no real need for him to further encourage the female 
doctor who was so entranced by his slim rod of flesh. Her fingers stroked an 
inch or so of his cock between the glans and the base and he rose his body 
to meet her caressing hand. "OOooooh," he murmured again, "you shouldn't do 
this. You mustn't do this to me, you know." 

"Don't be silly," responded Nancy in her medical, no-nonsense voice. "It's 
just what you need, my boy. I need to play with you and I know you need some 
loving on that nice penis of yours." 

Marcus couldn't have stopped her if he'd wanted to, and he didn't really 
want to, although he did feel a bit afraid about how far this was going. 
Jeez, his dad had told him a long time ago not to let people play with his 
pecker, but Marc had always thought what dad meant was grizzled old men who 
want to buy little boys Cokes in Greyhound bus stations. Not his own doctor! 
Obediently he lay motionless, but for his pelvis which moved, as if of its 
own accord gently up and down on the couch. Jeez, if he could only take off 
her clothes and do it to her as well, that would sure be something! But the 
adolescent was too shy to suggest such a depraved idea-after all, she was 
still his doctor, and she might get angry at him if he mentioned it. 

"Yes you do play with your lovely penis, don't you?" she asked him again. 
"When you're home in bed and all alone, isn't that right? And it feels so 
good ... but I can make your nice hard penis feel even better than you can 
yourself!" 

Another drop of heated seminal fluid stood out on the tip of Marcus's 
desire-hardened cock, and already he could feel the sperm bubbling up in the 
depths of his testicles. Nancy's lustful hands left his cock to smooth their 
way all along her patient's developing young body, feeling his sleek 
animal-like muscles, touching the little hollows and stroking the flat 
planes of his most delectable body. Her fingers then slowly encircled 
Marcus's protruding penis, tightening around his quivering hardness with a 
provocative and tender emotion. 

"Going to make you so happy, baby," she whispered, her voice thick and 
sensuous with promise. "Make you more happy than you ever could be playing 
all by yourself...!" 

Nancy rubbed up and down the desire-heated shaft in long rhythmic strokings, 
from the tip of his pulsating glans to the sturdy base and then down around 
his semen-bulging testicles. Marcus gaped open-mouthed, in petrified 
amazement, watching his doctor's straining breasts as she masturbated him. 
God, it felt better than anything ever had, and he was far more turned on 
then he'd ever been kissing some dumb girl at dance class, or even beating 
himself off. She was sure right that it was better this way ... she was 
driving him wild! Suddenly he didn't care any longer about what folks like 
his mom had said was right and wasn't right ... let Doc Nicholson do it if 
she wanted to, 'cause it sure was feeling good. 

Nancy's eyes widened with desire, as she watched the spectacle of her own 
fingers desperately stroking, and Marcus's penis plunging in and out between 
her touches. God, it was so beautiful, so desirable to the virgin doctor ... 
she wanted to take off her own clothes too, but somehow her mind balked at 
that. No, she would only make her darling patient feel as wonderful as she 
could make him, and that was all that really mattered. No man's thick and 
threatening penis had ever appeared desirable to Nancy Nicholson, but this 
slim and youthful rod between her fingers was her own heart's desire! 

"Uh-oh, Miss Nicholson!" Marcus gasped, his buttocks sinking down into the 
couch as he tried to gain control over his own maddening want. "I'm going to 
cum. I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer." 

Nancy knew that Marcus was not exaggerating. Her sensitive doctor's fingers 
could feel his penis trembling in a certain way that told her he was on the 
verge of ejaculation, and she squeezed her own thighs together in excitement 
at the thought of what was to come. More and more passionately she rubbed 
the penis between her fingers, hungering in an obscene way for the sperm to 
shoot up from her patient's testicles. 

Then, an instant later, it began to happen. Nancy felt the first searing 
droplets of the warm, blood-heated sperm come spewing up against her hand. 
Marcus felt a raw surge of power shoot through his own body, like he'd never 
experienced before in his life, and it seemed to the youngster that there 
was no end to the ceaselessly spurting sperm that continued to surge in 
great hot waves up from the tightly stretched sac of his testicles. He was a 
man, he thought deliriously, a real man, with a real woman's hungry hand 
rubbing his desire-exploding penis! 

Then at last the boy sighed, his hips sinking in exhaustion down onto the 
office couch as the last drop of cum seeped from the little glans at the tip 
of his penis and ran in moist white rivulets along the flat plane of his 
belly and along the doctor's hand. 

* * * 

A minute later, Dr. Nancy Nicholson had stood up and was very professionally 
washing her hands with a special medical soap, and wiping her patient's now 
deflated penis with some white tissues. Her eyes were far away and her voice 
distant. Marcus gazed up at his doctor in amazement. Man, he just didn't 
know what to think! A minute ago she'd been rubbing his pecker like it was 
the best thing she'd ever seen, and now she was bustling him out of her 
office just like he was another snot-nosed kid! Women could sure be funny, 
he thought. 

"Here's your physical form to give to Coach Farmington," she said, "and I do 
hope you boys have a good football season." 

"B-but, Doc Nicholson...." Marcus stammered. He wanted so desperately to ask 
if he could come back and see her, wanted to ask if sometime, somehow, he 
could do it again. But her manner was so changed, and he was somehow afraid 
to open his mouth. 

"Yes, Marcus?" Nancy asked. 

""Oh, nothing. Thanks for the papers." Marcus walked over to the dressing 
room, put on his striped polo shirt and his Levi's, and in a few minutes he 
was outside the door, walking puzzled through the carpeted corridors of the 
Olympia Fields Medical Building, to the parking lot outside where Mrs. 
Kingsley would be waiting in her Pontiac. 

Jeez, he thought to himself, women are sure funny about how they change. 
Marcus wished he could ask his mom about this, but he knew that the 
expensively-dressed and well-coiffed woman would not be too pleased by his 
confession. 

"flow did it go with your doctor?" Mrs. Kingsley asked him as he opened the 
car door and flopped into the front seat next to him. 

"All right, mom," he answered noncommittally, as she started the engine and 
they drove away. There was just no talking to his mom, he thought 
despairingly. He'd have to ask a man about man-to-man questions like this 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The final class bell had rung, and all along the corridors of Rich Central 
High School laughing teen-agers were slamming their lockers, slinging 
cardigan sweaters over their shoulders, and grabbing those books which were 
absolutely necessary to bring home and study. The loud, milling crowd of 
boys and girls were slowly moving down the corridors and outside the main 
door, to walk across the school grounds and back to their respective homes. 

Marcus Kingsley was not going home, because the freshman football team 
tryouts were in less than a week, and more than anything else in the world, 
he wanted to be on this team. He walked down a long corridor leading to the 
boys' gymnasium and locker rooms, his loafers shuffling against the polished 
tile floors, his mind pensive. When he got into the locker room, he changed 
his school clothes for football pants and jersey, and then, firm with 
resolution, the dark-eyed youngster slammed his locker, walked over to the 
door marked "Coach Farmington" and rapped smartly upon the door before 
losing his nerve. 

Coach Farmington was smoking one of his special Russian cigarettes, and 
thinking with satisfaction about his girlfriend's fragrant pussy which he 
would be tasting this evening. After their drinks at the Jockey Club, they 
could drive down to that Frank Lloyd Wright house that had become a 
restaurant on the Kankakee River. He would have escargots, he was sure of 
that, and a Bordeaux wine, but for the main course he would have to study 
the menu again. Then a tart for dessert, and steaming cappuccino ... and 
then, his stomach satiated, they could drive off to the woods and satisfy 
other desires. Coach Farmington was an outdoor man, and he liked his 
lovemaking in the fresh air, where he could feel the rustle of leaves 
beneath his woman, and the chirping of the crickets.... 

There was a knock on the door, interrupting his reverie. "Come on in," he 
called heartily, wondering what sort of stupid adolescent problem he would 
have to cope with this time. 

Coach Farmington was an imposing-looking man of thirty-nine, with greying 
hair and a penchant for young girls. At the moment his main concern was 
whether he should continue his career at Rich Central High School, an aptly 
named school filled with lush budding beauties hungry for experience, or 
whether he should move someplace where there was decent skiing. If he moved, 
he could always work on the local ski patrol, and give lessons, and there 
would be plenty of young women who felt their holidays would not be complete 
without a love affair with a ski instructor. Yet perhaps they would not be 
quite so young, and certainly not quite so innocent. Lionel Farmington liked 
virgins. It was a hard question. 

"Good afternoon, Marcus," he said to the hesitant-looking youngster who 
stood in the doorway. "What can I do for you today?" The boy was already 
dressed for football, but was standing with a paper in one hand, 
embarrassingly scuffing one shoe a few feet from the coach's desk. 
Farmington let his smile fade away as he saw the deeply serious expression 
on the boy's face. "What's up, Marc?" 

"I-I-I," the boy stuttered, then regaining control of himself, he tried 
again. "I brought you the physical form from the doctor." 

"Oh, good," Lionel Farmington said, reaching out his hand to take the form 
from Marcus. "Good to have these in as soon as possible." He glanced down at 
the form in his hand, and frowned. "So you're going to that new lady doctor 
in town, huh?" 

"Y-yes," Marcus answered, wondering how to bring up what he knew he had to 
ask. 

"She's good?" Coach Farmington asked. "There's nothing the matter is there?" 
He scanned the form, noting the marks which Nancy Nicholson had put upon it. 

"Uh, she's all right. It ... it isn't that, coach, but...." Marcus stopped, 
and then started again, desperation in his voice. "I hope you won't be mad 
at me about this." 

Lionel looked inquiringly at his player. "Well, I don't think so, man," he 
said cautiously. "Why don't you tell us what's on your mind?" 

"Oh," Marcus said, and his voice trembled, "I just don't know what to do!" 
His body was quivering, losing the battle with his mind to retain control at 
all costs. There were great dark rings underneath his eyes, resulting from a 
sleepless night after the stimulating and humiliating experience with Dr. 
Nicholson. He sure didn't know where to turn for advice-not his mom, not his 
strict father certainly. Some of the guys said that Coach Farmington knew 
all about women and Marcus, in desperation, had decided to talk with him. It 
had taken him all day to get up the courage, and he only hoped the older man 
could explain where he'd gone wrong to make his doctor so cold after it was 
all over. And maybe he could even explain to Marc what he needed to do to 
make things up to Miss Nicholson.... 

Coach Farmington smiled sympathetically at the youngster standing in front 
of him. His first guess was that the student had some sort of trouble about 
football, but then he knew instinctively that it had to be about women, knew 
by the look in the boy's eye. Well, puberty was always a hard time for 
youngsters. 

"It's about a girl?" asked the football coach, but his question was more of 
a statement. 

"Yeah, well, about a woman really. It's my doctor." 

"What's wrong, then?" the coach asked. "She doesn't think you're in shape to 
play football? Or," he paused. "Or is it something else?" 

"She ... she...." Marcus tried to begin. 

Coach Lionel Farmington found the situation intensely amusing despite his 
real concern for the student before him. How great a cliche, how 
characteristic for a beautiful young doctor to come to town, and make little 
boys fall in love with her! Why, even he himself had been tempted to get to 
know the voluptuous blonde, although when he had endeavored to do so, she'd 
immediately rebuffed him and decidedly put him off, with talk about her 
career, and a woman's place in society, and such tripe. But he sure couldn't 
blame the boy, and he tried to keep from laughing as he spoke. "I don't 
think that's so strange, Marc. Doc Nicholson is a lovely woman, and I bet a 
lot of guys have the hots when she examines them." 

"But-but it isn't just that," Marcus protested. "It's what I've done with 
her." 

This statement made Coach Farmington sit up and take notice. "What you have 
done with her?" he repeated inquiringly. 

"I ... I let her...." Marcus stopped, and then gathered his courage together 
to finish his sentence. "I was getting examined you know, for this physical 
certificate, and I got a hard-on." 

Lionel Farmington swallowed his smile. "I am sure, Marc, that a beautiful 
and mature woman like Doctor Nicholson was not overly shocked by the sight 
of your penis, erect or not," he said. "I don't think an experienced doctor 
would even think twice about something like that." 

"But she did." Marcus took a deep breath. This was proving to be even harder 
than he had expected it to be. "She did think twice about it. She started to 
play with my pecker!" 

Coach Farmington was not easily shocked, but this statement took him aback 
quite a bit. "She did what?" he asked incredulously, his jaw dropping open 
in stunned disbelief. 

"Please don't be angry," Marcus begged desperately, his fourteen year-old 
eyes filled with apprehension. "I know we're not supposed to be beating off 
a lot and all that, and we should save out vital energy for football, but 
really, I didn't ask her to do it!" 

"You mean she just wanted to do it?" Coach Farmington spoke slowly, his 
words measured. "Why don't you tell me just exactly what happened?" 

"Well, I was lying down on her couch, and she was doing my blood pressure or 
something like that, and then she started asking me these questions and...." 

'As the boy continued to explain how the older woman had seduced him the 
previous afternoon, Lionel Farmington felt a seething curiosity and 
excitement building up in his muscular chest. My Lord in heaven! he thought. 
While he was fooling around with the sweet little pieces of ass who twitched 
about the halls of the high school, that stuck-up lady doctor was getting 
her jollies with little boys half her age! What was her trip anyway? he 
thought. Lionel had always considered himself to be a very good judge of 
human beings, but he had surely misjudged Doctor Nicholson, he guessed! As 
his young player related his story, Lionel felt his own well-used penis jerk 
underneath his tight-fitting trousers. 

"... but then, Coach, as soon as I shot off, she was all cold and awful, and 
she was telling me to get dressed, just like she never wanted to see me 
again. Gee, I just don't know what happened! One minute she's rubbing my 
cock like she just can't get enough of it, and the next minute she acts like 
I'm a dumb kid and it's all my fault. Man, I just don't understand women, 
and I thought maybe you could, tell me what's wrong?" 

Coach Farmington was slightly at a loss as to what to tell such a young 
adolescent. Of course, had he been in the student's place, when Doc 
Nicholson started getting all snotty and high and mighty like that, he would 
damn well have turned her on her belly and given her what she wanted. Given 
her what she was so obviously hungry for. But should he tell this child 
that? Again the memory of how Miss Nancy Nicholson had snubbed his advances 
galled his memory! 

"Well, Marcus," he began, lighting another Russian cigarette, and searching 
for the most appropriate words. "I guess we're going to have to have a 
man-to-man talk about this. The way you tell me what happened, it sure 
doesn't look to me like you did anything you shouldn't have done. I'm sure 
your doctor wanted and enjoyed every single minute of playing with your 
penis. And you even say she was the one who had the idea in the first 
place!" 

"She sure was. I didn't even want to for a long time." Marcus blushed. "I 
mean, my pecker wanted to, but I thought we'd better not." 

"Well, women can be funny about these things, Marcus. I suppose it's 
something they're taught as little girls, that sex is something nasty that 
they really aren't supposed to want. Even though lots of women will say they 
don't believe in this anymore, that they think sex should be spontaneous and 
natural and even fun, they don't really mean what they say. Deep inside, 
they feel guilty if they ever let themselves go and enjoy something. They 
want to think they can never fall as low as men do, fall victim to their 
animal sides. So, after Dr. Nicholson did let herself go, and you saw her do 
so, and experienced her in her weakness, of course she felt guilty, and felt 
angry at herself for having done so. Don't worry, I'm sure she wasn't truly 
angry at you." 

"But, Coach, I'd sure like to see her again. I mean, I think it would be 
nice to do some other things ... and maybe...." Marcus Kingsley was too 
embarrassed to go on. 

"You mean you want to screw her?" 

"I-I guess so. I've never screwed a girl." At this statement, the youngster 
blushed beet red all the way to his ears. "But she's such a nice lady, and I 
don't want to get her in trouble or anything. Please don't tell anybody 
about this!" Coach Farmington reached over to pat the youngster on the back 
affectionately. "No, I won't do anything to get Dr. Nicholson into trouble, 
and I guess I can do something to help you too. You see, your doctor was so 
flustered after that happened, that she never filled in your blood pressure 
on this form. So, if you want another chance, you should stop by her office 
Saturday morning and have her do this. Okay?" 

"Gee, Coach, I didn't even notice that. I sure will go by then and ... and 
you don't think she'll be mad at me by then?" 

"I don't really know, Marcus," replied the coach honestly. "But you'll have 
a fighting chance, just like any other man. And if I were you, Marcus, I'd 
keep this all a big secret, okay?" 

"Sure! Sure I will! And that's swell-I'll go over there tomorrow morning!" 
Marcus's face was beaming, and he hurried out of the coach's office to join 
his peers on the football field. 

Farmington sat back in his chair, smirking lewdly, his emotions smoldering. 
So right here in Olympia Fields, Illinois was his opposite, so to speak-the 
woman who wanted young boys as he himself wanted young girls. Just thinking 
of what that prim doctor had done to his football player made the hair on 
the back of Coach Farmington's neck bristle with perverse excitement. Of 
course he usually preferred his women young and innocent and not the 
child-molesting type, but maybe, just maybe, he'd make a little exception 
with Miss Nancy Nicholson! Yes, just as soon as he could, he thought he'd 
make a little expedition over to that fancy new medical building across 
town! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

All Friday evening Marcus Kingsley had had but one thing on his fourteen 
year-old mind. Tomorrow morning he was finally going to get a real piece of 
ass. As thrilling as it had been to have the Adolescent Specialist Doctor 
rub his little pecker until he exploded all over her hand, the act had left 
him, nonetheless, feeling incomplete. Because technically he was still a 
virgin, and he sure wanted to change that. 

Dark-eyed Marcus was the first patient in Dr. Nicholson's waiting room on a 
clear and sunny autumn Saturday morning. He held the paper the doctor had 
given to him in his sweaty fist, clutching it as a symbol that would surely 
allow him to see Nancy, to allow him to clear up this misunderstanding 
between the two of them. Within a few minutes, the receptionist took him 
down the hallway, and let him into the blonde doctor's inner office. 

Nancy Nicholson looked up in shock and surprise, feeling the memories of an 
incident she would just as soon block from her conscious mind, reach up to 
confront her. She'd thought about this all the past two days, and now she 
was tired of thinking about it. Seeing the attractive young boy so soon 
after she had humiliated herself by rubbing him off to his orgasmic release 
was something she was simply not prepared for. 

But if Nancy felt uncomfortable at facing the youngster, he felt even more 
so at seeing his lady doctor. Marcus looked nervously down at the floor. 
"Uh, urn," he stuttered. "Uh, Dr. Nicholson, Coach Farmington says you 
forgot to write down my blood pressure." 

God, thought the young boy to himself, just please do it and let me get out 
of here. His bravado about thought of seduction and increased passion fell 
at the wayside of his mind. All he wanted was to get away in one piece. 

Nancy looked down at the paper, and the humiliation of Thursday afternoon 
came back in a huge wave to the young doctor. She remembered just what had 
happened instead when she was about to write down her patient's blood 
pressure, and now she could not even remember what it was! 

A little voice of temptation whispered to Nancy. 'Just write down normal 
pressure,' it said. 'Don't bother to do it again; don't do it again or that 
terrible temptation will overcome you.' For Nancy knew that she had to 
refuse her wanton impulses with the young student, or she would be led down 
a path of real trouble. She had to refuse Marcus no matter how much she 
wanted him herself. By a most distant stretching of the imagination she 
might be able to at least partially justify Thursday's action, but nothing 
else, never again. 

And another voice rose up and conquered her temptation. The voice of her 
professional integrity told Nancy sternly that she would have to do the 
blood pressure again, that there was no room for white lies or for easy 
solutions in the medical world. 

"Sit down, Marcus," she said coldly, and we'll do it one more time." If 
Marcus Kingsley could hear his doctor's heartbeat or take her pulse, he 
would have known that her emotions were in conflict with her frigid tone of 
voice. But he could not do so and glumly he sat down on the chair while the 
voluptuously built blonde woman took out her instruments necessary for 
testing the youngster's blood pressure. 

Nancy primly sat down next to the youngster, not the least trace of memory 
about their past experience together showing on her clearly cut features or 
in her distant eyes. She wrapped the apparatus around his arm and carefully 
watched the needle rise, took it off, and noted the correct figure on his 
medical chart. "All right. Marcus," she said primly. "I think this is enough 
for the coach now." 

Marcus did not reply, and his doctor looked up at him sharply. There was a 
great tear running down his sun-bronzed cheek, and he sniffed a little, 
ashamed sniff. After all, he was only fourteen, and not used to the ways of 
the world, especially not used to older women acting passionate one minute 
and unfriendly the next minute. 

Nancy's heart jumped when she saw him crying. And then-she just couldn't 
help herself-she walked over to the good-looking adolescent and put her arms 
about his body, snuggling his dark head against her most ample breasts. 

"Marcus, why are you crying?" the doctor crooned. "Did I do something 
wrong?" 

He sniffed loudly'. 

"I don't know why ... why you were so nice on Thursday, and how you don't 
want anything to do with me!" Marcus was too upset to pretend he did not 
care. 

"But Marcus, what happened then can't happen again. We can't go on like 
this." 

"Oh," sniffed the young boy. "I don't want to do that again. I want to screw 
you, just like real people do." 

Nancy was so taken aback that she did not know what to reply. She simply 
could not believe that these words were coming from the mouth of such a boy 
who had been reluctant even to allow her to play with his delectable penis a 
few days earlier. But, something perverse about what he had said made her 
catch her breath and feel a little tingle of desire building within her 
body. 

"No," she gasped. "It cannot happen again. Everything has to stop! It's 
impossible! I just want you to go." 

But even as Nancy Nicholson spoke, she did not take her arms away from the 
boy, and his head remained buried in the cushion of her bosom. Marcus could 
hear her strained breathing and feel the heat emanating from his doctor's 
body underneath the starched linen fabric of her uniform. Then, gathering 
all the courage he possessed, Marcus thrust his hand up to the heaving swell 
of one of her breasts, crushing his palm down hard against the straining 
mound. 

"No, Marc!" she whimpered, looking down in a mixture of horror and 
excitement as the young boy shoved his body up against hers, his hand 
ruthlessly massaging the sensitively swollen mound of her breast. Then he 
reached quickly around the firmly squirming ripeness of her buttocks as his 
loins drove hard up against her softly inviting thighs and lie bounced 
suddenly onto his tiptoes, his mouth crushing eagerly against Nancy's 
sensuously parted lips and his tongue flicking wetly between them as his 
hand descended lower on the cleft firmness of her tightly rounded ass 
cheeks. 

The young doctor could not believe what was happening to her. She clenched 
her eyes tightly against the uncontrollable sensations surging out through 
her softly voluptuous flesh. But the urgent kneading of Marcus's fingers 
into the sensitive firmness of her ripely clefted buttocks and the shocking 
pressure of his erected cock, straining against the tightness of his Levi's 
and thrust right up against her sensitive loins brought moans of lust and 
passion to her lips that she could not quell. Everything was confused in her 
mind. She wanted this beautiful smooth-skinned boy. God, how she wanted him, 
despite everything, and she was fast approaching the point at which she 
would no longer be capable of thwarting his advances. 

But Nancy Nicholson knew she couldn't have an affair with one of her 
patients no matter how much she would secretly like to. That was out of the 
question and even in her current state of want she realized it all too 
clearly. The most she could do was tease herself with the fantasy for a few 
minutes longer, imagine how it would be and then somehow extricate herself 
from the difficult situation, content at least that she had not done 
anything she'd truly regret later. 

Then Marcus began to suck and nibble even harder at her breast underneath 
the fabric of her dress and brassiere, and Nancy forgot all her 
rationalizations, all her thought processes. She let her mind focus totally 
on the wanton sensations the manipulations of his lips and hands on her body 
inspired in her, and her hand dropped down to caress his erect penis which 
had brought her so much pleasure less than forty-eight hours ago. 

Then, suddenly the young doctor found herself fumbling with the zipper on 
her patient's trousers, found her trembling fingers pulling it down. She 
didn't care of the consequences now-she only knew she wanted to see his 
beautiful penis again, wanted to touch it again, wanted to kiss it. It was 
too obscene for words, but there it was. She wanted to kiss Marcus's erect 
little penis, and she could hardly wait! 

"Oh, Dr. Nicholson," moaned the young patient, I can hardly stand it. I want 
to make love with you!" 

"No," protested Nancy. "We can't do that ... you don't know what you're 
saying." Then, despite herself, words that she-could never have believed she 
would utter came to her lips. "But we can do something else," she purred. "I 
want to kiss your penis." 

Before Nancy could stop herself, she was pulling the trousers down from her 
patient's legs, and he was all too willing to assist her by kicking off his 
shoes and socks. Then the well-built doctor pushed him gently but firmly 
back in the leather arm chair, his little cock standing up like a periscope 
on a ship. 

For a long sensuous moment, Dr. Nicholson stared at the boy's glistening rod 
of budding male flesh while her eager hand reached out to caress it. She 
sensed her mouth and throat rapidly going dry, and then salivating lewdly at 
the erotically stimulating sight of it! Unable to control the sudden obscene 
urges she turned her head and planted a warm moist kiss on the inside of his 
smooth upper thigh. Nancy was surprised at her own lecherous boldness, but 
this innocent boy's lust-engorged shaft was the most arousing morsel of 
tender young flesh she could ever hope to spy! She knew she would hate 
herself for wanting to taste it, but at the moment only maddening thrills of 
perverted desire permeated her brain, and she could conceive of no greater 
pleasure than to have this boy shoot his fresh virile semen deep into her 
waiting mouth ... an unnatural craving which she would never have allowed a 
fully-grown man to even consider doing. Despite herself, she found that the 
mere anticipation of sucking on this adolescent's penis seemed to set her 
own loins on fire, in a maddeningly tingling fashion. Nancy felt as though 
suddenly, finally, she could understand the passion and sheer wanton desire 
which a normal woman felt toward her lover. 

The blonde doctor leaned her head forward as though about to taste a rare 
morsel of delicate food, nibbling with her lips and teeth the firm smooth 
flesh of Marcus Kingsley's loins. She raised her face slightly, an 
expression of abandonment on her classical features. Without the least 
thought of reluctance, she reached out her tongue to lick with carnal 
enjoyment around the hairless base of her patient's cock. Using deliberately 
slow movements, she worked her wet pink tongue up along his quivering 
hardness, removing her fingers one at a time as she let her mouth take over 
their job. The pungent male tang tasted peculiar in her mouth, and its 
spiciness instigated maddened tremors of delight to course through her. 
Nancy could feel her breasts harden achingly, could feel her firm belly and 
quivering thighs ripple with the lustful sensations of desire. 

Relishing her own wildly building excitement, Nancy planted moist kisses 
around the jerking cock-head and lewdly straining shaft, teasing the boy yet 
not actually taking his penis into her mouth. Then she closed her eyes, 
purring softly around the throbbing cock shaft, beginning to bob her head 
slowly up and down. She lavished the straining young erection with her warm 
greedy mouth, grazing it again and again along its sperm-ridged underside to 
its tight coronal ridge, washing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, 
the crown of her head nearly resting upon the child's pelvis as she wormed 
her tongue into the tiny orifice at the tip of its rounded glans. Nancy was 
wild with the frenzied, never-before-experienced sensations churning in her 
belly and loins, thrilling to the erotic stimulations she had never dreamed 
could exist. The delicious fresh piquancy of his budding genitals was 
driving her almost to the point of her own orgasm. The lust-obsessed blonde 
trailed her tongue to the back of his throbbing scrotum and along the wetly 
glistening shaft all the way to its bulbous head, and then she slipped her 
mouth down over it, as though it were an ice cream cone. 

Marcus Kingsley groaned, his hips quivering as Dr. Nicholson tightened her 
lips around the hard-fleshed shaft of his penis, now taking almost the whole 
length of it into her warm moist mouth. He had never felt anything so good 
in his life, and he couldn't really believe his depraved doctor was doing 
this to him. He watched in transfixed excitement with his legs spread as 
obscenely wide as possible, the older woman laving away on his moistly 
pulsing glans with a maddening pressure of her lips. 

Marcus could not resist thrusting his passion-clenched buttocks responsively 
up off of the leather chair, so as to shove as much as possible of his penis 
between her clasping lips. But she only seemed to grow the more excited by 
this rude violation of her mouth. Ruthlessly he shoved his desire-inflamed 
hardness into her yielding mouth, its head plunging down the full length of 
her tongue to embed itself so far in the back of her throat that he thought 
he would choke her. 

Jeez, thought Marcus, watching his doctor's lips tighten like elastic around 
his throbbing erection as if it were a life-giving tube of oxygen. Just the 
sight of her lasciviously plunging mouth sucking on his pecker for all it 
was worth was enough to drive a guy wild! He'd heard of girls doing this to 
guys, but the only girls who did it were old whores, weren't they? And this 
was his own doctor, a lovely and well educated woman! Just the sight of his 
penis down there between her lips was enough to blow his mind! He felt an 
obscene and compelling desire to shoot his wad off right there in her 
mouth-but would she be angry then? 

Part of Nancy's mind still madly rebelled at the perverse act which she was 
performing with such a total lack of shame. How could she possibly allow 
herself to do such a lewd and depraved thing with a child half her age? But 
then the very utter obscenity of the situation infused her mind, the wild 
and depraved picture of a thirty year-old female, in a doctor's uniform no 
less, kneeling between a fourteen year-old boy's naked thighs and sucking 
his sweet virginal penis like a lollipop! How terrible it was! How sick and 
vile! Yet these thoughts only served to further excite Nancy's passions. She 
could feel the desire building through the youngster's body, manifested most 
clearly in the violent upward thrusts of his hips that drove the palpitating 
head of his cock deeper and harder into her own mouth and throat, prompting 
even more distant sounding mewls of lustful submission to spew from her lips 
around the saliva slickened base of his cock. And Nancy abandoned the last 
of her guilt and doubt in the delirium of the moment. 

With spontaneous urgency, the hotly excited doctor sucked with greater 
voracity at the madly sawing penis, her cheeks hollowing and filling with 
his boyish invasion. Her tongue licked frantically at his desire-swollen 
cock-head, the tip probing deep into the small little slit on its end. God, 
how she wanted him to shoot off right there in her wildly sucking mouth! She 
wanted to suck his virile seed all the way up from his smooth hairless balls 
and out through his childish erection, down her throat into her very belly! 
She wanted this erotic sperm shooting up against her pallet in bittersweet 
torrents! 

Marcus stared down at his doctor's lovely features, all contorted out of 
shape with the fleshy rod of his cock stuffed between her lips. Obscenely 
hungry, her soft pink lips worked up and down over his glistening shaft. He 
jerked his naked pelvis up still more tightly to her face, until she was 
right up off the chair. Oh jeez! he thought. Oh crap almighty! I'm going to 
cum! His cock was about to shoot right in her mouth any second now, and he 
writhed his buttocks in lustful fury, jerking like a madman as he felt his 
hot cum erupting deep down in his testicles and shooting up the length of 
his aching penis to spew wildly out into the older woman's throat. 

Nancy mewled out her joy as she felt the hot fluid exploding in her mouth. 
She gulped, and her Adam's apple bobbed in rhythm as she swallowed to keep 
from choking on the fresh-tasting pungent fluid. Her cheeks expanded like 
balloons to keep from choking on the huge surges that flowed without ceasing 
from the bloated head of his penis. She swallowed in eagerly milking gulps, 
fastening her lips still more tightly around the ejaculating male flesh to 
keep from losing a single drop of , the previous liquid. Small droplets of 
viscous sperm dribbled from the corners of her over-stuffed mouth. Then her 
boy patient's slender rod squirted the final dregs of his seething 
adolescent seminal fluid, and he collapsed back in the chair, satiated. 
Maddened by her own lust, Nancy continued to suck and nibble on Marc's 
deflated penis long after it had softened limply in her mouth. 

At last Nancy allowed the softly deflated penis to drop from her mouth, and 
she sat back on the floor, dazed at what had just taken place. Her entire 
body and soul felt drained, lifeless. Somehow there was a perverse little 
smile about her cum-smeared lips, and a glow of satisfaction in her eyes ... 
she had conquered this child ... but in a few minutes, this was replaced by 
violent self-loathing and disgust. 

How could she, Dr. Nancy Nicholson, have ever done such a terrible thing to 
an innocent and trusting child? She had surely corrupted his life forever, 
not to mention her own existence. What a perverted woman she was-one who 
should by all rights be locked away where her depraved cravings would be 
under control.... 

"Gee, Dr. Nicholson," sighed the adolescent with satiated pleasure in his 
voice, "That was sure a lot of fun!" 

His words hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. Why, why, why had she just done 
this, screamed her mind. She got up quickly from the floor, her face blank 
and foreboding. "This was a mistake," she said coldly, "And Thursday was a 
mistake as well." 

She paused for a minute. "I want you to forget any of this ever happened," 
she said, her voice almost threatening in its harshness. 

The crestfallen boy looked up at his doctor. Again it had happened! Doc 
Nicholson had been sucking him like mad one minute, and then cold as ice the 
next minute. "All right," he said dejectedly, and got up from the chair to 
slowly put on his trousers. What was the matter with him anyway, he thought. 
He must have surely done something wrong ... or maybe his pecker just wasn't 
big enough. Shit, he'd have to talk to Coach Farmington about it ... but 
then she had just said he should not tell anyone. 

Marcus' vulnerable adolescent ego was wilting visibly at the thought that he 
had not been man enough to satisfy this worldly and voluptuously beautiful 
female doctor. Nancy, although she refused to look at the lad, knew 
instinctively that this was happening, and yet she was helpless to do 
anything. It just had to stop, right now, and if she hurt Marc in the 
process, it was just too bad. 

"Please don't tell anyone," she repeated desperately as Marcus picked the 
completed form off of her desk and opened the door to walk out. But even as 
her words warned him, the female doctor had a terrible and lewd nightmare 
surge up in her brain-envisioning the youngster bragging to all his friends 
about how he'd been sucked off by his doctor. Then dozens of young children 
would be coming to her with their flies open and their hard little penises 
shoving out between their zippers ... but was that a dream or a nightmare? 
She did not know. 

Marcus nodded in silent agreement, and his feet shuffled as he walked down 
the hallway; Nancy watched until the main door into the waiting lobby had 
closed behind her retreating patient. And then the doctor looked around 
herself, feeling a deep and sickening despair. She felt a deep fear in her 
belly that perhaps it was too late ... that even if nothing ever happened 
again, she was doomed to the road to ruination.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was only by some miraculous force which Nancy Nicholson was not even 
aware that she possessed that she was able to last through the rest of the 
Saturday morning appointments. The young blonde felt as though she had 
turned herself over to automatic pilot, and a mere robot is performing the 
functions which the world considered Nancy Nicholson's. Finally, after what 
seemed like a week in sheer hellish torture, the miserable doctor was able 
to bid goodbye to her receptionist and drive her Volkswagen home to the 
spacious apartment which she shared with Louisa Goodman and Louisa's small 
daughter Clarissa. 

When Nancy opened the door to the apartment which faced a woods and a small 
creek in one of Olympia Fields' exclusively private sections, she was numbly 
grateful for two things. First, she was grateful that today was Saturday, 
and that she only had appointments until noon on Saturdays; secondly she was 
intensely grateful that Louisa and Clarissa were away from home. In the 
doctor's depressed state of consciousness, she did not even wonder curiously 
where her best friend might have gone with her young daughter. She only 
wanted isolation, isolation and insulation. Closing the heavy wooden door 
behind herself, Nancy leaned heavily against a wall. 

God, she thought dully, it just can't be true. The first time it had 
happened, she had rationalized away the reality by firmly resolving it could 
never happen again, but this time showed oh-so-clearly that she was totally 
out of control. Molesting children in her own office! Even eager and 
beautiful children like Marcus Kingsley.-there was absolutely no excuse, no 
easy white lie she could tell herself to cover things up. She thought she 
would go insane from the terrible self-knowledge which she now must carry 
about until the day of her death. Her mind was screaming at her: pervert! 
child molester! unfit to be a doctor! unfit to be alone on the streets! 
menace to society! 

Oh God, oh God, oh God, thought Nancy Nicholson. She had to have some 
respite from this awful knowledge, for hard work would not sublimate it this 
time. She needed a drink. 

Dr. Nancy Nicholson's fumbling hands poured herself a scotch and water. She 
tossed in a few 

. ice cubes, banged the refrigerator door shut with her toe, and walked over 
to, the window seat to plop herself down and succumb to her misery. Dully, 
she stared out at the rolling lawn, which the apartment house gardener kept 
in impeccable condition. Two large cottontail rabbits were hopping about, 
surveying the lay of the land, and in the birdbath several robins splashed 
happily. It's all over, she thought desperately, and even the peaceful scene 
outside did nothing to still the ache in her soul. 

Longing for annihilation, Nancy took long sips of her drink, and after a few 
drinks the potent fluid began to take it's effect on her body and mind, and 
she began to relax a slight bit. The apartment was quiet and peaceful, quiet 
as a tomb perhaps, but certainly a relief from the hurried and noisy world 
outside. It was enough for Nancy that at the moment there was silence around 
her, and she took still another deep swallow of her scotch, which by now was 
nearly all scotch with only a token drop of water and no ice cubes at all. 
She savored the fiery taste as it warmed her throat all the way down to her 
stomach. But while peace surrounded her, she was unable to still her mind, 
in which the roaring breakers of stormy emotions crashed with a fury all 
their own. 

Nancy was simply incapable of shaking off the terrible memories of her 
wanton behavior that morning, coupled with her lewd performance two days 
ago. She recalled with living color intensity just how she had deliberately 
seduced little Marcus Kingsley until she had devoured his virgin penis in 
the depths of her craving throat, until she had destroyed his innocence with 
the mad lappings of her evil tongue. Her body-that terrible traitorous mass 
of flesh-had awakened, roaring like a forest fire in a virgin woodland, 
corrupting and destroying everything in its wake, merciless, uncaring. There 
was simply no excuse, no justification, and even the alcohol, which was 
making her stumble a bit as she refilled her glass again and again, was 
hardly a true respite. 

How could she ease her dreadful burden of wanton guilt? Nancy trembled with 
an unquenchable sort of shame, feeling slightly ill, with alcohol, coffee, 
and young male semen the only things she had consumed the entire day. She 
was going to get drunk, and she didn't care in the least-if her whole life 
was a failure, what difference did it make if she got drunk as a sailor, or 
sick as a dog, or anything else at all? There was a faint sense of relief 
and light-headedness to be found in the bottom of the bottle, and even that 
small relief was enough to keep the good-looking lady doctor drinking. It 
was not enough, but at least it was something. 

Stricken with shame and self-disgust, Nancy finally turned away from her 
window seat, as the darkness began to fall. Surely Louisa and her little 
girl would be home at any moment, and the last thing Nancy wanted was for 
her best friend to see her in this weak and disgusting condition. 

Staggering a little, whether from the torment within her mind or the liquor 
swirling through her bloodstream, Nancy propelled herself down the hallway 
and into her bedroom, her bottle of scotch firmly clutched against her ample 
bosom. She would go to sleep, she thought, sleep and sleep and sleep until 
she could sleep no longer. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of 
self-disgust and self-pity, but there was little she could do to stop them. 
Once inside her bedroom, she opened a window to let in the fresh and cold 
autumn air, then stripped off her doctor's uniform and her brassiere and 
panties, throwing them heedlessly into a corner of the room. 

She sat upon the bed then, looking down at her naked flesh. For some reason, 
she had expected it to appear differently, to seem sullied and trampled upon 
as a result of her humiliating , experience with the adolescent boy. But 
apparently it had not changed-it was the same smooth and virginal body which 
she dressed every morning and undressed every night. Nobody could ever 
guess, by glancing at her, that she had seduced a mere child, first with her 
eager hand, and next with her hungry mouth. With rapt fixation she gazed 
upon her nude form in the mirror across the room. And then in her 
alcohol-drugged mind, she could feel Marcus' small hands caressing her body, 
squeezing her melon-like breasts, rubbing along her belly down to where the 
golden hairs of her pussy began ... it was horrible and depraved, of course, 
but her body was begging unreasonably for SEX. 

Sex, she thought drunkenly. Sex is what I always avoided before, what only 
my own dirty fingers did to my body, when no one could see what I was doing. 
But now something had broken inside of the female doctor, and she was 
realizing that her whole femaleness was crying out for release and passion. 
And it had been a fourteen year old boy who had unchained all these longings 
which had simmered below the surface for so many, many years. 

God, she thought, I want to make love to him. But even the thought of her 
desire convinced Nancy still the more deeply that she was wicked and 
depraved. Want it as she might, it could never happen again-only the memory 
of one wanton afternoon would remain to excite her when she rubbed her eager 
fingers in her own untouched pussy. Would it be enough? she wondered. Just 
the memory of his slender penis was enough to send mad tingles throughout 
her body, and make her breasts heave before her very eyes. 

No, never again, she thought with alcohol-clouded resolve. It must never, 
never happen again, because if it ever did she would surely end up in bed, 
making passionate sexual love with a mere teenager. Nancy thought 
determinedly that never, never, never could she allow such a disaster to 
strike. 

No longer even bothering with a glass, much less water and ice, Nancy took 
another slug from her bottle of scotch. Some of the liquor spilled in a thin 
rivulet down the corner of her mouth, just as Marcus' sperm had spilled 
earlier today, but she did not notice or care. She drank deeply, wanting the 
strong liquor to soothe her raw open wounds, and then felt a vast dizziness 
take hold of her entire body. Some of the dreadful pressure seemed to have 
abated under her chosen depressant, and by this point the young doctor felt 
more lethargy than she did misery. Although it was still only early evening, 
Nancy felt she had lived several years in the past two days, and that she 
needed to sleep. Indeed, she needed to crawl into that bed before the strong 
alcohol which was now making her feel so dizzy caused her to pass out 
entirely. 

Unsteadily, the blonde doctor navigated over to her large bed and, fumbling 
awkwardly, she let her naked body collapse tiredly upon the covers. Within a 
matter of a few seconds, she was asleep, sprawled nakedly with her legs 
apart in an obscene position, and her head upon the pillow. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Nancy had not the slightest idea of how much time had elapsed since she had 
passed out, and now she was only vaguely aware of what was causing her to 
wake up. It was very late at night by then, and her brain was thick and 
clouded as a result of the alcohol and the sleep. Thus, her shame and 
self-degeneration were not directly at the surface of her consciousness, but 
buried somewhere that they were not too painful. She whimpered slightly, a 
formless nightmare still somewhere in the cloudiness of her mind, and a film 
of sweat over her skin. She felt the shaky calm which comes at a certain 
stage of drunkenness. 

What was this sound waking her, she wondered. Footsteps, was that it? And 
then a soft voice, "Are you all right, Nancy?" 

But to Nancy the words were only formless comforting sounds. Steps padded 
toward her bed, but she could not be bothered to open her eyes and see whose 
steps they were. She lay half listening, unwilling to open her eyes. An 
unidentified fear crossed into her brain, but filtered its way out before it 
had a chance to take over. 

Someone sat down heavily on the bed beside her, and a cool hand reached out 
to caress Nancy's forehead. "Don't worry," said a voice. "It's only Louisa." 

Only Louisa, her roommate and best friend. God, thought Nancy's befogged 
brain, why does she have to see me like this? But still the drunk and sleepy 
doctor did not speak. 

Louisa looked shrewdly down at her friend, and the more experienced young 
woman summed up the situation mentally before Nancy even opened her mouth. 
"You didn't have a good day," she asked, more of a statement than a 
question. "Listen, I don't want to meddle, but I think maybe it would help 
if you talked to me about it. Maybe I can help...." 

Louisa's voice sounded so full of genuine compassion that Nancy was ashamed 
of her first feelings of irritation. Probably her friend was right ... she 
knew she shouldn't keep things bottled up inside her. And, too, perhaps 
Louisa had some good advice to offer to her.... 

"Well," she began, "no, I guess it wasn't exactly a good day." Her voice was 
coherent now, and only a little bit slurred by the alcohol. 

"I've never seen you this way, so distraught and upset like this," continued 
Louisa. "Maybe you were having a nightmare, but it's all right now. Just 
tell me about it." 

Nancy shook her head convulsively, then the tears she'd been trying so hard 
to hold back rushed to her eyes and her bare shoulders began to shake with 
uncontrollable sobs. 

Moving closer to her weeping friend, Louisa began to stroke and massage her 
trembling back, her skilled fingers caressing the tensed muscles. "Don't 
cry, Nancy ... it's going to be all right ... It can't be as bad as all 
that." 

"Oh," moaned Nancy, her voice out of control. "Oh, Louisa, you just don't 
understand. It is as bad as all that. In fact, it's even worse!" Tears 
trickled down over her cheeks. She was only partially aware of Louisa moving 
closer to her on the bed, and could hazily sense the other woman smoothing 
the silken strands of her long blonde hair. 

"Tell me about it, dear," came Louisa's honey-smooth voice. "Don't be 
afraid. It'll just be a secret between the two of us, I promise. I'll never 
tell anyone." 

And. at Louisa's gentle words, Nancy did want to confess everything, to move 
her burden of guilt onto her friend's creamy freckled shoulders.. Of course, 
she had promised herself fervently that no one would ever know the dreadful 
truth, but perhaps the alcohol, or simply the human need to communicate, 
loosened her resolve. Her words broken by sobs, sparing not a terrible 
detail, she told her roommate just what had taken place that afternoon a few 
days ago, and then again that very morning. 

"You know," said Louisa when Nancy had finished, "There's nothing wrong with 
what you wanted to do with Marc, and what he wanted to do with you. I'm sure 
any man would love it when you sucked his big thick penis. You just have to 
be careful about your job, dear." 

"B-but it is wrong!" Nancy blurted out. She realized uneasily that lewd 
tinglings were happening down in her belly again, and she could feel her 
pussy lips throbbing against the coolness of the bed. But the only thing 
that was happening was that dear Louisa's fingertips were massaging around 
her forehead and temples. A calming euphoria began to flow through her ... 
it did feel nice. Then she jerked her head up with a shocked gasp as she 
felt the sympathetic redhead's fingers moving down to massage her buttocks 
and the backs of her sensitive thighs. 

"Wh-what are you doing, Louisa?" she blurted out, rolling her curvaceous 
naked body away from the other girl's massaging hands. 

"I'm just rubbing you to help you relax, honey," soothed Louisa. "I just 
want you to learn how to enjoy your body, so you'll be as happy as I am." 

Nancy felt as though she were in a dream, with her friend intoning quiet 
words hypnotically, and making strange kneading motions along her body. 

"This will make you feel better, Nancy," whispered Louisa's seductive voice 
in the doctor's ear. "Back rubs always help people feel better ... and feel 
closer to each other too. I used to be a professional masseuse, you know." 

A little warning voice in the back of the naive virgin's brain was giving 
her a signal that Louisa's touch was far too intimate, far too erotic. But 
she felt too good to protest. Her body, already stimulated by her erotic 
experience that morning, reacted at once to Louisa's skillful fingers, and 
the pleasurable sensations which coursed through her warm flesh were too 
intense to resist. 

Louisa Goodman had always been enamored by the sight of female nakedness, 
and now as she looked down at the naked blonde doctor, she could feel her 
own moistened cuntal lips swelling with passion and her clitoris hardening 
with mounting desire. She could feel her nipples grow engorged with blood 
and tingle against the light flannel fabric of her nightgown. She knew she 
had the power to show her friend how lovely and tender sex could be-whether 
with a man or with another woman-if only she had the courage to try.... 

"You have a beautiful body, Nancy," the dazed doctor heard the redhead 
murmur, and she shivered slightly at the feel of her friend's hair brushing 
against her own neck. "You're so soft and lovely ... no wonder Marcus wanted 
you ... wanted to make love to you and kiss you all over...." 

Quivering in an erotic sort of fear, Nancy wanted to open her mouth and 
protest against this most suggestive sort of massage, but when she tried to 
do so, she could only mewl in pleasure. It was just as it had been with 
Marcus-her body left the stern pilot of her mind and soared out of control, 
operating entirely in its own dimension. 

Suddenly the red-headed girl could no longer fight the desperate urges she 
felt burning through her flesh. She loved touching other women and loved as 
well to receive their touches in return. It was a very different sort of 
desire than what she felt when she was with a man and felt his penis grow 
long and thick with desire to be inside her ... a far more subtle pleasure. 
Women really could only understand each other's bodies, Louisa firmly 
believed, and could bring each other the sort of rapture which a man's touch 
could never approach. She loved female skin nakedly against her own-it felt 
so soft, so resilient, so silken-and just the thought of it excited Louisa 
so much that she pressed her legs closely together, and deftly wriggled her 
flannel nightdress's loose folds up over her arms. 

Beneath the flannel, Louisa's breasts stood up firmly against her 
milk-white, gently freckled skin. Her heart pounded lustfully as she inched 
closer to her roommate, trembling with excitement and desire. 

"Louisa, what are you doing?" whimpered Nancy, but the innocent blonde 
offered only token resistance as her friend's hand ceased to massage her 
stiff back, but cupped her breast with unmistakable intent. "Nooooo," she 
murmured, but it was nearly a moan of delight, as her body instantly began 
to respond to Louisa's kneading touch. 

Nancy trembled upon the bed, unable to remove her friend's obscenely 
suggestive hands, unable to understand. She held her eyes tightly shut, 
somehow believing that nothing immoral could happen now if she did not look 
at it. It's making me feel better, she thought, it's therapeutic. A little 
nagging voice was saying that it was not merely therapeutic, but nasty and 
evil, but that voice soon lost its way in the drunken maze of Nancy's mind, 
and the tendrils of wanton sensation that were budding and m 

. I flowing all around her nakedness seemed to overwhelm these unpleasant 
thoughts. 

It just felt too wonderful to let negative thoughts interfere with the 
physical joy, and even when Louisa's soft fingertips began to tease at 
Nancy's tautly tingling nipples, she did not open her mouth to protest. Only 
a massage, she thought, only a cure and I need a cure so badly. 

Then all cogent thoughts disappeared entirely from the virgin doctor's mind 
as she felt her friend's provocative hands moving with a most tantalizing 
slow motion down over her naked breasts, and then lower still to caress her 
belly. 

Involuntarily, Nancy let out a little moan of lust. Louisa's fingers were 
now trailing down, ever so slowly, to the sparse curls mantling her 
trembling cuntal mound. Her flesh untensed with the touch, and automatically 
her thighs fell open, submitting gradually to the thrilling new sensations. 
Unwittingly she responded to the stimulating attention, and her frustrated 
body, still smoldering with the lust-inspired embers of that morning's lewd 
affair, trembled with yearnings. 

"You like that?" whispered Louisa, "don't you, honey? Doesn't that feel 
good?" Her voice crooned in such a way that Nancy could not possibly reply 
in the negative. Then, without warning, she slipped her middle finger down 
farther toward the curl-fringed slit of Nancy's naked vagina. 

"Oh no!" gasped Nancy. This was just too much for the generally prudish 
doctor, and she pulled her thighs tightly together, attempting to stop the 
fervent redhead's hand from violating her most secret parts. However, this 
action only resulting in trapping Louisa's inquisitive fingers the more 
tightly between Nancy's quivering legs. "Oh please, Louisa," she cried 
pitifully, "Oh stop!" 

But Louisa had no intention of stopping. Her perverted passions seethed hot 
and urgent, and her hands, not heeding her roommate's cry, continued to 
massage Nancy's firm breasts with practiced gentleness, until the buxom 
blonde moaned with unwilling response to her stimulating attentions. 

"Don't worry," murmured Louisa. "Aaaaal right, everything's going to be 
juuust fine." Her voice was slow and hypnotic. "You're all tensed up 
sweetie, and Louisa's going to massage it to make you feel good everyplace." 
Her hands teased at her friend's naked breasts, first at one erect nipple 
and then at the other. Simultaneously, she slowly slid her middle finger 
back and forth along the moistening slit of the doctor's futilely resisting 
cuntal furrow. With delicate and sensual strokes she massaged the soft outer 
lips, bringing an unmistakable sigh of ecstasy from her blonde friend. 

"Nooooo ... oh, oh, oh you mustn't! Oh, we mustn't!" whimpered Nancy. 
"Oooooooooh!" She sighed, in undeniable arousal, lying helplessly on her own 
bed as her experienced roommate deftly caressed her flesh. Her fingers 
gently teasing over the smooth skin of Nancy's body. Louisa teased her to 
respond until the point where all shreds of resistance would fall away. 

Louisa's skilled middle finger located the pulsing bud of her friend's 
clitoris and began to circle around it with gentle rhythmic motions until 
the tautened muscles in Nancy's thighs grew loose and pliant again. Then 
Louisa slipped her hand down between Nancy's smooth legs to slowly tease 
them apart, until at last they spread wide in relaxation. Finally they fell 
apart, and she could imagine, in the darkness, the glistening petal-shaped 
slit of Nancy's pussy, and a lewd erotic thrill ran through her flesh at the 
thought of it. 

Louisa obscenely circled her finger around and over Nancy's clitoris, first 
quickly, then in a slower motion, and she was turning her friend's body into 
one formless mass of tingling sensual pleasure. Then Nancy felt her 
roommate's thigh raise and one of her slender shapely legs entwine about her 
own hip. And next, before she knew what was happening, Louisa began 
slithering slowly down over Nancy's quivering body, placing herself between 
the dazed brunette's unconsciously spreading thighs. 

Nancy nearly choked on her breath as she felt her friend start to softly 
kiss her naked white thighs. She tried to stop Louisa, tried to pull her 
legs defensively together, but she had somehow lost control of her own 
desire-hungry flesh. Defenselessly her legs opened in surrender ... this 
just could not be happening, she thought. But it was. 

Obscenely, redheaded Louisa bent between the unresisting blonde's open legs. 
She sucked in her breath as she felt the first electrifying touch of 
Louisa's pointed tongue. It flicked forward, its teasing tip moistly 
caressing the tiny bud of Nancy's clitoris. Then, before the terror-stricken 
woman could protest, she had spread the swollen lips of Nancy's pussy wider 
still and thrust her wet tongue deep up into the moistness of the blonde's 
vagina. 

A long low moan of humiliation burst from the blonde doctor's parted lips. 
"Oh, don't, don't--don't do that...." she groaned over and over. But Louisa 
paid no heed; her tongue obscenely thrust its way in and out of the dilating 
lips of Nancy's cunt. Despite her very real sensations of shame and horror, 
more wisps of forbidden pleasures were beginning to ripple up and down 
inside her still-drunken body. Her firmly rounded breasts jiggled as her 
friend buffeted her back and forth, and tingling sensations stabbed up from 
the tight fleshy slit of her smooth-skinned vagina. 

Still whimpering in protest, Nancy tried unsuccessfully to screw her 
buttocks away from the hotly flickering tongue which teased its merciless 
way down the path of her nakedly splayed cuntal hole. But the delicious 
passion was too much to resist, and the aroused woman did not struggle very 
hard. Invadingly insistent, the tongue thrust still deeper into the 
quivering sheath of Nancy's vagina; and then the agile redhead moved her own 
body around. She pressed her legs tightly to Nancy's shoulders, her 
widespread thighs over the doctor's face. She began to orally fuck the 
yielding cunt faster and faster, sliding her tongue far up into the clasping 
channel, revelling in the unintelligible sounds which fell from between 
Nancy's lips. Licking and sucking wildly, Louisa could feel the soft 
silkiness of Nancy's pubic curls grazing against her cheeks. 

Moaning with mounting desire, despite herself, Nancy could not stop her body 
from responding. Her firmly rounded thighs arched upwards against Louisa's 
face and began to grind against the stimulating tongue. Her wavering 
thoughts of rightness and wrongness fell away, and she let her thighs fall 
still further apart, giving Louisa's arousing tongue easier access to the 
wet trembling flesh of her tremoring pussy. Despite her feelings of aversion 
for such perverted practices, Nancy found herself clutching at her friend's 
slender ass-cheeks, and found her own face tangling in Louisa's soft red 
pubic hair. Shame and abhorrence coursed through her body as she did so, but 
the desire was simply too potent to resist. 

I can't do it, she thought desperately. I've already done so many terrible 
things I can never forgive myself for ... I just can't do this as well! 

But she did not stop. Sensuality and pounding excitement were stronger than 
the blonde doctor's feelings of reluctance. Tentatively her lips and her 
tongue burrowed into Louisa's soft vaginal slit, until she was breathing the 
soft aroma of aroused female, from the heated loins just over her face. Her 
own pussy ached, craving release, and her mouth opened and closed of its own 
accord, until it came to settle on the tender pink flesh of Louisa's cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Louisa moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Nancy, my sweet, that's it! 
There! Don't move! Oh, baby, lick me, lick me!" 

And Nancy licked, hungrily sucking at the younger woman's little clitoris, 
teasing with her pointed tongue, kissing and licking the trembling furrow of 
Louisa's vagina. Greedy with abandonment and lust, she ran her tongue the 
full length of the slit of Louisa's buttocks. eagerly lapping around her 
tightly-clenched anus, over the fluted lips of her cunt, around the bud of a 
clitoris at the top of her pubic mound. And, as she did so, her 
roommate-lover did the same thing to her own hungry cuntal flesh. 
Relentlessly the tongues flicked between the two girls' widespread legs, 
stopping sporadically to curl their way deep into urgently gripping vaginas. 
Nothing mattered now as they jerked spasmodically together, revelling in the 
sheer ecstasy of the lovely searing sensations steaming through every inch 
of their naked flesh. Deeper and deeper still the heated tongues impaled 
into the delicious piquancy of hungering female cunts.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Judd Reiner was spending the evening sitting in the cocktail lounge of the 
Olympia Fields Country Club, watering his misery with dry vermouth. Why, the 
attractive man wondered, his heavy brows knotted together over his 
azure-blue eyes, had he had to go and fall in love with a frigid woman like 
Dr. Nancy Nicholson? It wasn't was though he had any trouble finding willing 
young beauties to jump into bed with him; it wasn't as though he lacked for 
intelligent companions to talk with; it was some inexplicable thing he could 
not figure out, and he had decided to just get drunk. 

Already it had been two days since Judd had seen Nancy, since Nancy had told 
him in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in his lovemaking. But 
he had been the one to walk out that day ... and he had been the one 
spending all Friday and Saturday in his spacious apartment, waiting for her 
to telephone him. 

He'd wasted two damn days already, he thought, lighting a cigarette and 
inhaling deeply, just because of his pride. For once in Judd's life, he'd 
wanted Nancy to apologize, and he'd been prepared to wait for just as long 
as it might take for her to do so. But two days sitting alone in his 
apartment, the telephone a silent mockery on the foyer table, no one to talk 
with besides his English setter bitch, Winifred, had begun to drive the 
gregarious computer consultant slightly out of his mind. Needing a change of 
scene, he had finally come here to the club, to sit among the divorced men 
and the younger bachelors, staring morosely at his ever-full glass of 
vermouth. 

Shit, he thought bitterly. Why do I even waste my time on that bitch? His 
mind conjured up visions of all the sweet young girls he could have, if he'd 
only give them a chance. But no-like a total masochist, he'd wanted Nancy 
Nicholson from the first time he'd set eyes upon the lush blonde beauty. 
Every time they were together, his loins throbbed with his sexual desire to 
possess her, and when, in frustration, he vented his lust on other, eager 
women, it was always a bit of a disappointment. He just had to have 
Nancy-that was all there was to it! 

Judd was too vain to even consider the fact that perhaps Or. Nicholson was 
not as divinely immersed in his bronzed muscular body as he was in her 
curvaceous figure. No, it must be just some up-tight virgin instinct that 
was keeping her so cold ... and the only way to solve this would be to 
awaken her sexually. Once she'd had his experienced cock twisting around 
inside her untouched pussy, she'd be begging for it! Shit, he knew she'd be 
a sensuous gal once he woke up her slumbering body ... he could tell just by 
the way she walked, the way she stroked his dog's head ... and just thinking 
about the promise hidden inside her made Judd's penis ache with pent-up 
desires. 

She's only just across town, he thought, but again and again he pushed the 
thought from his mind, willing the woman he craved to come to him. Rudely he 
banged the glass down on the counter, and the bartender hastened to refill 
it. Judd drank a bit more, but even alcohol could not take his mind away 
from the lewd, throbbing pain in his cock and swelling testicles, and his 
avid lust for the petite, full-breasted blonde whom he thought he loved. 
Where was she now? he thought. Sleeping probably, her soft hair all over the 
pillow, her face gentle and innocent, her body relaxed and willing. 

Oh God, he thought. She's at home alone, in bed alone! 

Shit, thought Judd Reiner, how much can a man take anyway? He had to have 
her and to hell with the consequences! To hell with his pride! Once he 
caught her in bed and rammed his clever penis up inside her, she'd either be 
begging for it so he couldn't even give her enough, or it would really be 
over-at least it would be decided, one way or the other. And, being a vain 
man, Judd was sure that it would be decided the first way! 

The dark-haired man swayed just a little bit as he climbed off the bar stool 
and paid his bill, then walked out to the parking lot to start up his Alfa 
Romeo. Nancy Nicholson's apartment was just across the main road and down 
some winding back streets, in the wooded section of town, and Judd hoped no 
local police were driving about, stopping intoxicated drivers. He 
straightened his shoulders and tried to think soberly and positively as he 
maneuvered his way to her home. 

* * * 

The shamelessly aroused roommates were so totally absorbed in their 
licentious wildness that they neither saw nor heard the soft and 
surreptitious sound of the bedroom door opening.' Nor did they look up to 
see the bronzed, muscular Judd Reiner standing there, his mouth open in 
surprise. 

My God in heaven, thought the slightly intoxicated man, holding onto the 
doorway for support, just look at the way they're sucking each other off! He 
felt faint with shock-Nancy Nicholson, the prim and proper virgin doctor, 
with her long trembling legs wrapped about another girl's head, and her own 
head burrowing into the furrow between another girl's thighs! It was just 
too much to believe! 

His legs wide apart, Judd stood there, breathing heavily, smelling faintly 
of vermouth, tobacco, and his expensive suede jacket. As though frozen to 
the spot, he continued to gape in wonderment at the two women writhing 
obscenely on the bed. His eves were wide with shock; here was his precious 
Nancy, his precious virgin Nancy, fooling around behind his very back with 
her roommate! What a terrible, liar she had been, and what a sucker he had 
been to believe her stories about purity and respect for her body, and not 
spending her precious energy in gross physical pursuits! 

Judd Reiner's ego whimpered like a hurt puppy, as he watched the girl he 
thought he loved. When he came to the apartment and knocked gently, he had 
not been too surprised that no one had come to the door; after all, it was 
quite late at night and both Nancy and her roommate had to get up early for 
their respective jobs. But then, when he had opened the door and quietly 
entered the foyer of the apartment, Judd had instinctively known that 
something was very wrong. Unmistakably from Nancy's bedroom, came weird 
noises and whimpers. For a few minutes he had stood outside motionless, 
wondering if dear Nancy was perhaps crying, wondering if he could help or 
should retreat. But then he'd pushed the door aside just a little bit, so 
that he could see-and his heart leaped in his throat with shock! 

For there was Nancy-and there was her pretty roommate Louisa hunched on top 
of her! Transfixed by the sight, he watched with dazed amazement. His eyes 
locked on the well-formed breasts of the blonde woman's chest, and his mind 
screamed out at the irony that, the first time he should see them, another 
woman was on top of her! It was unfair! It was unbelievable! It just could 
not be true! He would believe anything about her sexy redheaded roommate, 
but not about his Nancy ... what could that little bitch have done to turn 
his woman into a lust-deranged ball of passionate flesh? 

Judd Reiner's male ego was wounded to its very depths. Sure, he'd been 
around some. He'd even been at some parties that were damn close to being 
orgies ... but this was different. Why would any women want to be sucking 
each other like they had cunts made out of candy, when he was around, when 
he was able and more than willing to satisfy them in whatever way they might 
desire? Why, he should just turn around right now, leave them to their nasty 
perversions, and thank the gods in heaven that Nancy Nicholson, that 
cheating bitch, had never agreed to marry him! But he couldn't do it ... he 
couldn't move from where he stood ... this was the most exciting thing he'd 
ever seen in his whole life! 

Although he didn't talk about it very often, the blue-eyed man had always 
been a dedicated pussy-eater, ever since he'd first learned such a technique 
existed, looking at an older boy's pornography collection when he was a 
teenager. But, especially nice girls from good families, the women he met 
all seemed to think that licking their cunts was dirty and immoral and a 
perversion. Very seldom did Judd meet a woman who really wanted him to go 
down on her ... but obviously the two women in front of him were enjoying 
having their pussies licked. And another suppressed fantasy came to his mind 
... a fantasy of himself with two women! 

He'd never done it-he'd never in his life met two lesbians who also liked 
men ... ,and Judd found himself trembling nervously in open-mouthed awe, 
viewing the naked bodies of his girlfriend and her roommate writhing in wild 
abandoned passion. He had never witnessed such an obscene exhibition, and he 
began to feel his penis harden to monstrous readiness in response to the 
sight. Just the sight of the two girls locked together in their moistly 
aroused perversion made him respond excitedly. He could see, from the dim 
light he'd turned on in the hallway, the redhead's mouth buried against 
Nancy's writhing cunt, and he could even see the lips of the female doctor's 
pussy clasping hungrily around Louisa's intruding tongue. Hypnotized, Judd 
watched as the girl's tight wet cuntal lips skewered up and down Louisa's 
teasing tongue, following it out as it withdrew and disappeared back again 
as Louisa thrust up between Nancy's legs. His eager eyes moved along 
Louisa's undulating body to her tight round buttocks and quivering thighs 
where they hovered over the other girl's face. It was obvious, to the 
shocked boyfriend, that his Nancy was sucking Louisa's red-haired pussy with 
equally fervent delight. He could see her hands digging into her friend's 
buttocks in an effort to pull the younger girl's loins deeper still on her 
face. 

My God, thought Judd incredulously, Nancy was sure one hot little bitch! 
Never in his wildest dreams about how he would someday make it with her, had 
he thought she'd turn on like this! 

The erotically inspired rejected suitor sensed that his penis was growing 
stiff and hard against the front of his corduroy Levi's, and it throbbed 
insistently against the zipper. His breath seethed as he watched with gaping 
mouth and wide eyes that were riveted on his girlfriend's cuntal lips. They 
gleamed wet and inviting from Louisa's impassioned tonguing, and the fantasy 
of that eager cavity filled by blood-engorged penis caused it to grow even 
larger with desire. Sperm bubbled menacingly in his lust-distended testicles 
as Judd contemplated the enticing prospect of ramming his aching pole of 
flesh up in the sweet hole where the redheaded girl's mouth now was. It just 
didn't seem fair for another girl to be enjoying it all! 

Judd Reiner's eyes did not for a moment leave the enticing sight on the bed, 
but one of his hands dropped to his crotch to pull down his zipper and 
release his desire-constricted cock. His blood-swollen erection protruded 
then, jutting out from his loins. Lightly he began to stroke it, pulling the 
foreskin back from the blunt head, causing his seminal fluids to build and 
build in his pulsating testicles while his eyes did not for a moment leave 
the two lewdly writhing females. 

Her passions out of control, Nancy thrust her tongue deeply up in Louisa's 
vagina, and reached down to play with her roommate's swollen breasts, while 
at the same time her own cunt dilated hungrily. Relentlessly invading, the 
redheaded girl's own tongue lashed at Nancy's clitoris, licked and sucked 
every place in her throbbing pussy. The wildly aroused blonde doctor panted 
explosively, sensing that she was just around the corner from a violent 
climax, and her thighs tensed, striving to bring Louisa's stimulating mouth 
even closer ... even tighter to her trembling cunt. Louisa gasped above her, 
straining for each breath as her practiced tongue lashed wildly in her 
friend's steaming cunt. 

His azure-blue eyes bulging, Judd Reiner stared, and as he stared, his hand 
slowly massaged his burgeoning penis. His whole body was burning with 
passion, imagining his excited cock pressing deeply between Nancy 
Nicholson's parted thighs. It was just the right size, he thought, it would 
do so well where that lesbian's tongue was ... yes, it would just slither 
right into the warm, throbbing sheath of hot vaginal moisture ... yes, she 
was just about ready for his cock! 

The shamelessly aroused women were too absorbed in their own passions to 
hear Judd Reiner pad softly across the floor, but with a sharp grunt he 
announced his arrival. He stood at the edge of the bed, his monstrous cock 
head in obscene readiness in his hand. 

Nancy felt his hand touch her forehead, and she let out a little scream as 
she looked up from her revelry. "Oh no!" she cried. "Judd!" 

"Were you expecting someone else, honey?" he asked, leering down at her 
perspiration-slick body, jerking his lust-inflated penis back and forth in 
his hand. 

Nancy gazed up at him and moaned desperately. Why had this happened now? Why 
did he have to be there? But, suddenly, it just didn't matter! She ran her 
eyes over Judd's thickly distended cock, held in his hand like a hot poker, 
and for the first time in her life a grown man's penis looked strangely 
exciting! Let him watch us! she thought as the deftly licking tongue brought 
a rapturous feeling to her cunt. Let him watch everything! She was excited 
to an almost mindless peak of passion, and she just couldn't stop now. 

Louisa writhed knowledgeably on top of the female doctor, and she mewled 
with savage pleasure, as laving tongue rubbed against heatedly aroused cunt. 
The two lesbianically crazed women ground against each other in relentless 
erotic repetition as Judd quickly shed his Levi's, shirt, shoes, and 
underwear, and crawled nakedly onto the mattress beside them. He sat down at 
the head of the bed and brought his hips on a level with Louisa's head and 
Nancy's fervent pussy, rubbing his long pulsating cock back and forth, just 
inches from the redhead's gasping lips. 

"Yeeesssss, Judd!" breathed Louisa, neither upset nor perturbed by being 
interrupted in this way. "Your prick looks nice and hard tonight!" She took 
her mouth away from her roommate's cunt and, with an air of a gourmet 
tasting a particularly fine delicacy, closed her trembling lips softly 
around the entire blood-engorged head. Responsively, Louisa drew in her 
cheeks, holding the base of Judd's rigidly pulsing cock with one hand while 
she bent her knees and opened her slender legs as widely as possible for her 
roommate licking up between her thighs. 

Nancy felt a stab of frustration as her roommate ceased to lick her pussy, 
and turned her attentions to the man who was supposed to be her own 
boyfriend. She watched as right beside her, Louisa began pulling her ovaled 
lips back and forth over the long fleshy cock. And then, without really 
considering the consequences, but unable to resist, Nancy rolled away from 
her position under Louisa's legs. She began to lick and gently bite the 
lower half of Judd's wetly glistening shaft. The young man groaned and 
slipped his eagerly throbbing hardness out of Louisa's mouth and into 
Nancy's. Tentatively, and then eagerly, the female doctor sucked at the 
pulsing instrument, and then she felt it pull away from her, felt the hot 
thickness slip from her lewdly ovaled lips and again into Louisa's sensual 
mouth. 

"Oh, ... oh...." gasped Nancy in excitement. She knew she shouldn't be doing 
this, but Louisa was taking it all so calmly, sucking hungrily on the 
lust-engorged penis. 

Then Judd began to move back and forth, from one aroused woman to the other, 
setting up a rhythm between one warm soft mouth and the next. His hips 
twisted deftly as he moved between them, each girl taking her turn to 
hungrily kiss and suck at his long male thickness. 

Then, with a guttural moan, Judd pulled his body away from the two wildly 
excited women, and crawled to the edge of the bed. Louisa's eyes were 
blissful with the glaze of a promise of fulfillment, and she moaned, "Oh, 
fuck me! Yes, Judd, fuck me!" 

The sensuous redhead rolled over on her back and, a moment later, Nancy saw 
Judd eagerly fucking into Louisa beside her, could see his sperm-laden balls 
slap down hard against her friend's upturned ass-cheeks. Louisa moaned, 
lurched sideways, and kissed the young blonde doctor deeply on the mouth, 
her tongue running and squirming deep into Nancy's passionately willing 
throat. 

Judd withdrew his glistening wet penis and he shifted his weight until his 
body was between Nancy's legs. She could feel his hot impatient cock slowly 
parting her saliva-matted pubic hair and pressing against her pulsating 
cuntal lips. 

Nancy was too immersed by passion and confusion to be able to think clearly, 
but twinges of guilt reared their ugly heads. Was this the just retribution 
for being the sinful, child-seducing woman she had proved to be? Now it was 
the turn of the man she'd thought had loved her to crush and humiliate her, 
to fill her body with his gushing sperm, to degrade her in front of her best 
friend. 

But the most, most terrible part of it was that Nancy was not lying on the 
bed in forced submission-she was loving it! Despite her best intentions, she 
was not fighting but accepting the lewd behavior of Louisa and Judd. 

And then Judd Reiner was slipping his body tightly against hers and his arms 
were wrapped around her naked body. They lay pressed together, his rigid 
cock lewdly insinuated all the way through her soft inner thighs between the 
crevice of her fear-clenched buttocks. He moved his loins hungrily against 
her pelvis, and then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the 
cringing pink lips of her vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm 
cock-head against the sensitive flesh of her cuntal passage instigated 
teasing sensations unwantedly through her bloodstream. 

She was about to lose her virginity, like it or not! "Noooooooo," the blonde 
doctor cried out in confusion, and waves of shame and fear washed over her. 
"Oh Judd ... please don't do this to me...." 

Uncontrollably, Nancy sobbed, and with a rush of fear she tried to press her 
thighs together and thus deny him entrance to her trembling belly. But Judd 
would not be stopped. He clutched her shimmering white buttocks in one hand, 
forcing them still closer to his searching loins. His erected penis slid up 
along her tender hair-fringed pussy slit, inserting itself in the moist 
flesh between her swollen cunt lips and slipping up to her erected clitoris. 
Nancy's unconscious mind rebelled against the wild twisting and grinding 
motion of Judd's hips, but the small lewd stabs of pleasure he was producing 
with his sliding cock seemed to restroke the fire within the doctor's belly. 

"Go on, Judd," Nancy heard Louisa's encouraging voice. "Give her a good fuck 
she deserves! Give Nancy the fuck she needs!" 

Judd was only too eager to comply. He reached his hand down between their 
naked bellies and grasped his palpitating cock, moving it up to the tiny 
elastic opening of Nancy's recoiling pussy. Then he flicked forward, 
ignoring her moan of protest, driving his vengeful penis hard through the 
warm soft folds of her vagina, feeling the lips close unwillingly over the 
rounded head of his cock. Ruthlessly he humped his buttocks, all his latent 
pent-up frustrations pounding with his penis into the hole between her 
trembling thighs. 

Nancy lay beneath her boyfriend, wincing at the unexpected pain, feeling her 
vagina forced apart, and her fleshy vaginal lips giving way beneath Judd's 
brutal pressure. Stung by the force of his thrusts, and by the terrible and 
undreamed of pain as her maidenhead was ruthlessly ripped away, she cried 
out for mercy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, dear God! Oh Judd! It hurts! Stooopppppp hurting me!" 

But Judd Reiner was not to be stopped by the doctor's piteous wail. He was, 
indeed, elated to hear this naked woman crying out, and he endeavored to 
push his lustful penis all the more forcefully, in an effort to make her 
whine all the more. What a hypocritical bitch she had been anyway, he 
thought, refusing to let him within a foot of her, and at the same time 
rolling shamelessly about with another girl. He wanted to hear her cry out 
for him, that would be the next triumph-when he had convinced this proud 
woman that she did indeed need a man inside of her! This was Judd's fantasy 
of the ultimate punishment he could do to the girl who had deceived him in 
such devious ways! He did not cease to love Nancy, but by God, he was bound 
to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. 

He rammed into her virgin belly with everything he had, sinking his 
lust-inflated penis all the way to its hilt in her fearfully cowering 
vagina. He felt his semen-bloated testicles slap resoundingly against her 
twitching inner thighs as she ground her squirming buttocks against his hand 
that once more had them imprisoned in its grip. She screamed out with pain 
and humiliation. 

"Judd, stop it! Arrrrrggghhh, you're hurting me! Noooooo!" howled the 
impaled blonde, writhing helplessly under her lover. But his rampaging penis 
only burrowed deeper and deeper into her cunt. 

Judd Reiner was revelling in his girl friend's cries of pain, and all the 
more so because Louisa lay next to him, stroking both his body and Nancy's 
body encouragingly. He might have stopped in mercy, had he been all alone, 
but the beautiful redhead was enough to keep any man going! The handsome man 
began a harsh revolving movement with his pelvis between the doctor's 
thighs, grinding his penis tightly into her helpless pussy, harshly shoving 
his way into the tightness of her virgin cunt. Then he began a painful 
sawing motion in and out of her cruelly stretched pussy, more and more 
urgently, thrusting and battering his muscular loins against her cringing 
vagina. Nancy was certain that her very body would be ripped in twain-it was 
too incredible that this giant wedge was raping its way into her very 
depths! 

Faster and faster pumped the bloated head, beating against her 
never-before-touched cervix. Her teeth clenched, and her eyes tightly shut, 
Nancy lay still and stiff with pain and torment ... But then, trickling up 
from inside her nerve center of her agonized vagina, came a masochistic wave 
of repressed sensuality. It was beginning to feel good! 

The tendrils of sordid arousal grew stronger and stronger, and the thought 
of her debasement only served to increase the repellent joy of being 
debased. She knew she did not deserve any better treatment, after what she 
had done with her young patient, and she did not want better treatment. The 
very helplessness of her situation, of her most loathsome plight, tingled 
her masochistic nature, and a low and wanton moan escaped unheeded from 
between her lips. Almost unconsciously the blonde doctor began to undulate 
her lush buttocks and squeeze with her cunt muscles the hard penetrating 
shaft of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her skewered loins. 

"God!" she cried out, "oh God, what's happening? Oh Judd, fuck me! I'm going 
out of my mind!" Before she knew what she was doing, Nancy Nicholson found 
herself cupping her boyfriend's buttocks and pulling him deeper into her 
cock-hungry pussy. And then she remembered Louisa's presence on the bed as 
her redheaded friend rolled over and kissed her hotly on the mouth. 

All sense of reluctance or moral decency dissipated from her mind in the 
sudden heat of ecstatically masochistic sensations that were consuming her 
now. Nothing registered in Nancy's mind any longer, save the sheer wanton 
sensations created by Judd Reiner's plunging penis and her best friend's 
hands and mouth. Wantonly the young dentist rocked her body back and forth 
beneath her lovers. 

"Oooooohhhh, fuck me harder!" she crooned up at the man she had refused so 
many times. "Oh fill me up, fuck me, fuck me!" 

But then Judd pulled his pummeling rod of hard male flesh out of Nancy's 
vagina, and she cried out in disappointment as he turned to Louisa, with a 
loud sucking sound, his throbbing penis came away from her violated flesh, 
leaving her trembling on the verge of an orgasm that was now past. He turned 
and plunged his penis into the all-too-willing redhead. 

Nancy could have cried out with disappointment, and with shame at herself 
for even feeling disappointment and not relief. But it was not over, for as 
Judd fucked his cock into Louisa's eager cuntal channel, his hands continued 
to massage Nancy's trembling swollen breasts. And then the young doctor 
realized that her boyfriend intended to fuck both of them, and practically 
at the same time! 

The muscular dark-haired man alternated between the two violently aroused 
women's gyrating pussies for what seemed to be a blissful eternity. Nancy 
ceased to think of her shame; she ceased to think of her orgasm; the 
excitement was too intense for shame, too profound for ordinary climax. 
Blissfully otherworldly, the night seemed to go on forever. Now it was Nancy 
watching Louisa get fucked, staring across at her passion-drenched face as 
Judd skewered into the redhead's wildly fucking pussy. 

And later it was Nancy, on an animal impulse, kneeling over Louisa's eagerly 
arching vagina and lowering her head to lick her friend's erect little 
Clitoris while Judd urged her on. Sensuously ecstatic, she sank her face 
down into Louisa's hungrily writhing cunt and licked and sucked for all she 
was worth. Behind her nakedly kneeling body, Judd grabbed the blonde 
doctor's swaying ass-cheeks and thrust his long thick cock far up into her 
wetly welcoming cunt again. She felt its searing tip soar up through her 
spasmodically working vaginal walls until it struck the tip of her cervix. 
It was just too much! 

The sheer depravity of behaving in such an animal way, of being so sluttish, 
drove Nancy insane ... and there was absolutely nothing she would not do! 
Judd fucked into her from behind, forcing her face down between her 
roommate's widespread thighs, while Louisa seized Nancy's long blonde hair 
and ground her hips up, enveloping Nancy's cheeks and neck in a torturous 
thigh-hugging embrace that buried the girl's tongue to the depths in her 
wildly undulating pussy. 

Next, Judd began to fuck into the kneeling young blonde's tight little pussy 
with body-jolting thrusts. Suddenly, like a crack of sizzling lightning, 
Nancy came! It was so abrupt, nothing like what she'd always expected it 
would be, and after the long, long time she had waited, it convulsed her 
flesh and mind in a sweet and intense pleasure. She fell limp, as though her 
body was melting, and she collapsed upon the bed. 

But it wasn't over! Judd and Louisa were not about to allow Nancy to get 
away with one climax! Breathing hard, sweat trickling down his body, Judd 
continued to fuck into the blonde doctor even harder than before. 

Louisa chanted encouragingly, rhythmically. "That's it, Judd! Fuck Nancy, 
fuck the living daylights out of her, just like she needs to be fucked!" 
Gleefully she urged him on. 

Nancy felt she had turned into little more than a sex machine, and she 
didn't even care. Her voice joined her friend's voice, and both girls 
chanted, cried out, drove their man to greater and greater heights of wanton 
fucking. Even though the light of dawn had begun to seep into the windows of 
Nancy's bedroom, she felt wildly excited again, and she didn't want it to 
end. 

And then Judd was cumming too! He roared and cried out, holding his blonde 
girl friend so tightly she felt she'd be crushed to death in his impassioned 
grip. Then she felt his hot gushing sperm splash deeply up into her hungrily 
milking cunt. 

Then it was Louisa licking Nancy's cum-filled cunt, and it was Judd was 
encouraging the two lesbianically crazed women! "Come on Louisa! Suck her 
good, Louisa!" 

Wilder and wilder the three orgiasts became. None cared what they did, none 
cared who was doing what to whom. All that mattered was the sheer sensation, 
the mad pleasure entailed in their actions. All sense of guilt vanished from 
Nancy's mind, and only an all-consuming lustfulness remained in its place. 
None needed to encourage her to suck on Judd's cock or to thrust her pointed 
tongue into Louisa's pussy. She was only too willing to do all these things 
and more lewdly forbidden ones ... only her own imagination was limiting her 
now, as her inhibitions were all lost. 

Then, finally, Nancy found herself kneeling erect on the bed. Judd hunched 
up behind her, pressing his stiffened cock up against her resiliently fleshy 
buttocks. His hands reached around from behind and cupped her obscenely 
dangling breasts while Louisa, kneeling in front of her, was licking and 
sucking at her hardened nipples. Judd's hotly throbbing cock probed at the 
puckered ring of Nancy's anal passage, but he did not enter. The rubbery 
cock head pushed back and forth at the tiny hole, while Louisa's fingers 
slid underneath her belly to slide up into her sperm-drenched cunt. 

But Judd realized then that the orgy was over. His penis was hard, but not 
hard enough to shove its way through Nancy's tiny anal opening. Bright 
sunlight poured into the room, heralding a new day's beginning, as the three 
nakedly perspiring figures finally fell onto the bed together, groaning 
sleepily, in a state of utter sensual collapse. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The mid-morning weather was warm and sunny, with a cloudless blue sky and 
the sort of faint rustling breeze that made a person glad to be alive. But 
Nancy Nicholson was not glad to be alive. The tormented young doctor would 
far sooner have awakened to an ominous morning hung with heavy rain clouds 
with occasional foreboding rolls of thunder smashing the insipid silence. 
She would have preferred a sort of weather to match her state of mind, 
bleak, icy, rain-spattered weather. For the mood in the adolescent 
specialist's heart was none too cheerful, and the sun within her spirit was 
most definitely hiding behind a huge cloudbank. 

It was already eleven o'clock when Dr. Nancy awoke to find herself-or her 
battered physical body at least-still splayed naked and exposed on her own 
bed in her own room. Louisa and Judd had both left her, and the impersonal 
beams of sunlight shone on her alone. Of course she would be late for work, 
the blonde doctor realized as soon as she wakened, and turned to look at her 
luminous-dial clock, an automatic habit from years of working. She wasn't 
even sure whether or not she wanted to go to work at all, terrified at the 
thought of facing all her young patients. To their innocent eyes, her 
disgrace would surely be as evident as though it were written all over her 
face, would it not? And-she shuddered a little at the mere thought of the 
awesome possibility-what if little Marcus Kingsley had opened his sweet red 
lips? What if her patients knew not only clues and intimidations, but the 
true and sordid story of what had transpired only yesterday in her private 
consulting office? 

The mere thought of it was terrifying, and the voluptuous naked doctor felt 
crushed from its impact. Mentally she could not bear to consider her state, 
while physically her body was a mass of raw and bruised flesh, her 
dark-nippled breasts sore with painful black and blue marks on the spots 
where they had been most squeezed, her ravaged vagina swollen with overuse 
by mouths and penises. It had been a long night of homo and heterosexual sin 
... a lustful night which was now showing its toll. In the cold and harsh 
morning sunlight, Nancy could not even remember how the night had ended, how 
and when she had drifted off into a restless slumber of exhaustion. Now that 
she was awake, the upset woman writhed miserably on the bed, her eyes 
briefly filling with tears. But the tears dried by themselves, for Nancy was 
not about to allow herself the luxury of crying. This was hardly a time for 
tears-it was a time for facing her wanton actions squarely and honestly, and 
deciding what must be done. She could not deny the past few days ... or even 
the past night. Life must go on, and as she was a part of life, she must 
rise as well as the sun, and get to her office. 

Having spoken to herself thusly, Dr. Nancy Nicholson rose her shaky body 
from her bed, onto her trembling legs, and managed to maneuver her way into 
the shower which was fortunately not too far down the hallway. She climbed 
underneath the stream of uncomfortably hot water, scrubbing vigorously in a 
vain attempt to cleanse her body of her indecencies. Then she dressed in the 
most modest outfit she was able to find in her closet, a navy blue wool 
dress with a high collar and long sleeves, a dress which came far too long 
on Nancy's well-formed legs to be sexy, and not nearly long enough to be in 
the fashion. 

Nancy had been in such a hysterical state the previous day that when she had 
finally left her office, she had neglected to change out of her office 
smock. She had to fold it into a neat pile and take it with her, back to the 
medical building. The young blonde doctor started the engine of her 
Volkswagen variant, and drove it quickly down the familiar streets of her 
neighborhood, across the Governor's Highway, and toward her office. While 
she drove she prayed to herself, not proper prayers but fervently expressed 
pleas rather, pleas to be able to forget what had transpired, pleas to never 
again be tempted in these sordid ways. But even as the young woman prayed, a 
certain negative part of her was certain that, even if she kept herself busy 
enough to have not a chance to think about this, nothing would truly help. 
The scars were slashed across her mind, even though the bruises and the sore 
feelings were bound to leave her body soon. The torturous incident would 
always be there, as a nagging reminder in the back of her mind at least, a 
pressure on her tortured thoughts. 

And there was no one to blame save her very own self. Oh, of course, Nancy 
could have rationalized the situation in retrospect, making Marcus the nasty 
and wicked child, Louisa the pervert, Judd the rapist. However, Nancy 
Nicholson was too innately honest to practice such obvious self-deceptions. 
The shocking truth of her experiences was that they were as much, if not 
entirely, her fault; no one else was to blame. It was not the alcohol, not 
the circumstances, not the others. It was Nancy Nicholson who had allowed 
herself to be sexually abused by another woman, and then by a man as well, 
while she had responded with wild uninhibited passion. Oh God, thought the 
blonde woman desperately, where had these lecherous passions arisen from, 
coming seemingly out of nowhere to envelop her and to take command of her 
senses? If only she had not seduced young Marcus Kinglsey just yesterday, in 
her doctor's office, then maybe she would not have been so weak and 
vulnerable ... if only. If only she'd been a stronger person, a person able 
to resist her strange and persistent urges, a person like nearly all of her 
friends and acquaintances firmly believed that she was! 

But 'if' is the world's biggest and most uselessly nonproductive word. No 
one was to blame but Nancy Nicholson herself, and no matter how she 
blubbered to herself about it, there was just no changing things, was there? 
It had happened, the page in her life was written, and there was no sense or 
use in pretending that things had been otherwise.... 

Nancy straightened her small shoulders at this firm thought, and turned her 
car neatly from the main street into the drive of the Medical Building. She 
brought the small auto to a stop in the space marked 'Nicholson', took her 
uniform and her purse, closed the sunroom, and locked the car behind her. 
Even in Olympia Fields there were a large number of thieves. 

Then Nancy started for the rear entrance of her building, and walked down 
the heavily carpeted hallways, past the glass wall looking out into a little 
courtyard, with a fountain, up the short flight of stairs to the second 
floor, and her own office. As she walked, she staggered slightly, a result 
of a hangover from the previous afternoon's and evening's indulgence, and of 
the weightiness of her own thoughts. Despite her education, despite her 
success and prestige in her chosen field, Nancy knew she was but a woman 
like any other woman, and that she was a slave to her body and her emotions. 
The thought was very frightening, carrying with it the unspoken implication 
that she could never be sure she could trust herself again. She had thought 
herself to be above all this: above the animal lusts and crudities which 
were the sole province of the male sex. Now, however, she could no longer 
claim to be uncursed by these things. She was painfully aware of her 
suddenly unrestrained cravings, the cravings of her very physical being 
which she had for so long denied and repressed. Now these murmuring cravings 
had awakened, and now they were an ungovernable force no longer under her 
control, a force that threatened to overtake her very life from this point 
on. First she was touching children ... then sucking women ... then letting 
herself be brutalized by a man ... what had she turned into but some sort of 
monster wholly out of control? 

Would she be able to keep herself from falling again? she thought 
desperately as she walked down the corridor and opened the door to her 
office. Whether or not she could ever succeed, Nancy Nicholson knew that she 
must, at least, try. She must try and she must overcome her own lower self, 
if she ever wanted to lead a pure and wholesome life again. The petite 
blonde was a woman of strong resolve, and of stubborn pride, and she knew if 
this broke her, she would be going down still fighting. It was the only way. 
She would continue her life and her career just as if nothing whatsoever had 
happened. She would not repeat her obscene seductions of tempting little 
boys, no matter how enticingly adorable they seemed, no matter how they 
begged her. She would tell Louisa that most definitely last night was 
something she did not wish to ever repeat. And she would break off her 
friendship with Judd Reiner. Thus, bringing a tight control over her 
traitorous emotions, she would be able to salvage what scraps of 
self-respect she could muster out of the chaos of her life. It must be done, 
hard as it might prove to be, for it was the only solution to keeping her 
own sanity! 

The hallway was almost empty when Nancy Nicholson walked down to her office, 
but a strange tingle of apprehension went before her. 

The receptionist inside gave Nancy her professional smile. "I thought you 
probably didn't feel so well, Dr. Nicholson," she said, "so I've cancelled 
most of your appointments for today. There's just one man waiting, who says 
he absolutely must see you this morning." 

One man? Nancy thought. She was, after all, an adolescent specialist, and 
very few men graced the doors of her office, save to pick up and deposit 
their teenagers. 

"All right, Cindy," the young doctor told the efficient receptionist. "Just 
let me have fifteen minutes or so to get my uniform on, and then send him on 
in." 

* * * 

Nancy did not immediately recognize the handsome, graying man who walked 
into her inner office fifteen minutes later, but just the mere sight of him 
gave her a curious feeling of foreboding. He moved with a swagger, and Nancy 
noted, her eyes dropping to his pelvis, that there was a prominent bulge 
underneath the fabric of his trousers. 

"Yes?" she asked crisply. "What can I do for you?" 

"I'm Lionel Farmington," replied the man. "Coach Farmington, over at the 
high school. This is just a little social call, my dear." 

"Wh-What do you mean?" Nancy asked, and her voice had a little stammer in 
it, despite herself. "I'm a doctor for adolescents, not for grown-ups." 

"Well," he spoke slowly, "I'm Marcus Kingsley's coach." There was a subtle 
current of malice beneath his smooth voice, and Nancy felt the hairs rise on 
the back of her neck as she heard it. "You remember Marcus...." 

In rapidly mounting confusion, the young blonde looked at his luridly 
contorted face, and a series of frightened thoughts began to race through 
her mind. God, why was he here? She was attempting to push the button on her 
desk and have Cindy, her receptionist, escort this man most firmly out of 
her office and out of her life. 

"B-but why?" gasped Nancy. Oh God, she thought, what has he found out? Her 
eyes were round with shock and her mouth wide. 

Coach Lionel Farmington walked over to the office door, and he flipped the 
lock shut. There was a hint of smugness in his voice as he spoke. "We're all 
alone now, Dr. Nicholson. Isn't it nice and cozy?" 

"Listen," bristled the woman, "I don't know what you want, but you can 
certainly unlock that door and tell me your business." Her words were sharp, 
but her heartbeat gave away her feeling of terror. 

"Now don't act so naive," said Lionel. "Marcus has been telling me what is 
going on in this office, and I found it ... uhm ... very interesting, if you 
know what I mean. We try to keep our players from sexual encounters, wanting 
them to conserve their vital energies. We assumed that their doctors would 
be in accord with this." 

Oh God no, thought the trapped lady doctor, shuddering violently. He knew! 
There was no mistaking it! 

She backed away a few steps, feeling about to faint, her knees like jelly, 
her face white and bloodless. She couldn't believe it but he knew! Her very 
worst fears were being realized! 

"P-please ... please listen to me," she whimpered, her words sounding 
pathetic and useless even to her own ears. 

"Let me explain...." 

"My dear girl," replied the older man. "There's no need to explain. 

I understand everything. Just because I discovered you like boys doesn't 
mean I'm going to call the police." 

"W-What are you going to do?" she asked, afraid to voice the question. 

"I'm just going to make you an offer you can't afford to refuse," chuckled 
Lionel Farmington, and with that he reached suddenly for-for once-innocent 
young doctor's voluptuous female body. 

Nancy's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned over. She had his 
meaning all right, and she knew only too well what Lionel Farmington meant. 
She knew that he knew every vile thing she had performed upon the virile 
young penis of his freshman football player. She cowered fearfully as Lionel 
put his strong hand upon her arm and stepped toward her. 

Nancy knew all too clearly that if she argued with this man, if she did not 
submit to his obscene whim, he could trap her into a still more disastrous 
situation of exposure and prison. She was a child-molester and somehow, in 
some way, this man had discovered the dreadful truth! But she simply could 
not let it happen ... at least if 'it' was what she was expecting and 
fearing, what she saw as a premonition in the lustful gleam in Coach 
Farmington's eye. 

What would his terrible offer be? To turn her into the police or to 
rapaciously seek satisfaction in her already overused body? Did he too want 
to plunge his horrid penis up into her defenseless belly, and shoot his 
sticky white semen all over her? No, cried out her mind. This stage of her 
life-these lurid three days-had come to a blessed end. 

"Noooo," she breathed, her voice hoarse and low. "No, you can't do this. You 
just can't ever touch me!" 

Lionel Farmington's smooth voice was menacing with an underlying current of 
anger. "If you don't want your receptionist and every damn person who walks 
into this office to hear what I've got to say to you, you'd better start 
saying yes and not no," he said. 

Nancy tried to bring her conflictingly chaotic emotions under control. It 
was certainly true that the last thing on earth that she wanted would be for 
Cindy, her loyal receptionist, to get an inkling of what had transpired 
yesterday and Thursday, here in this very office. She could see that Lionel 
Farmington's handsome face was slightly marred by the red-rimmed eyes and 
sagging cheekbones that showed he had been drinking. She looked up at his 
unkind face with desperation. 

"Please," begged Dr. Nancy Nicholson to the high school football coach. 
"Please, Coach Farmington, can't we talk some other time? Can't we go some 
other place if you have to talk to me?" Her voice was heavy with fear, 
shaking with tears that she refused to allow to fall. 

"Nay to the former and aye to the latter, my dear," replied the graying man. 
When Nancy looked up at him in astonishment, he clarified his words. "You're 
coming with me right now, baby, whether you like it. or not. I'm a busy 
man." 

This irked the professional and liberated woman in the voluptuous blonde's 
nature. "I, too, am a busy woman," she said proudly, gesturing to her files 
neatly stacked upon the desk where Judd Reiner had practically raped her 
Thursday morning. "I cannot just run off at the drop of a hat, for no 
apparent purpose!" Her words were proud, but her voice shook. 

Lionel Farmington's only answer was to deliberately place his fingers upon 
the intercom button to call Cindy, the receptionist. He looked meaningfully 
at his captive victim, Nancy. "Well, do you want your receptionist to know?" 
he asked, his voice mocking and sarcastic. "One more word out of you and I'm 
pushing this little button." 

Nancy knew it was hopeless to resist. With submissively lifeless blue-grey 
ayes, she looked up at her tormentor. "All right. Where are we going?" 

"Just follow me, my dear," he answered, and the two of them walked together 
out into the corridor, Nancy casting one last longing look back at her 
comfortable office and then one guilty look at the patients waiting to see 
her in the reception room, reading comic books and chewing gum. 

"C-Cindy," she said to her receptionist. "This is kind of an emergency. I 
have to go out for a while. I hope it won't be too long." Her eyes looked 
imploringly at the pretty girl, hoping against hope that she would 
understand, without understanding too much! 

"Of course, Dr. Nicholson," replied Cindy primly. Her face was an unreadable 
mask, and for a few instants Nancy considered firing the efficient young 
girl, and replacing her by someone whose thoughts she could more easily 
decipher! 

The air outside was still crisp, sunny, and most beautiful, but by this 
point in her frightening morning, the happy weather was like a slap in the 
face to the upset doctor. She found it hard to breathe, although the air in 
smog-free Olympia Fields was rich with the oxygen from nearby cornfields. 
They walked together to where Farmington's BMW, a present from his ex-wife's 
mother, was parked. The perfect gentleman, Lionel Farmington opened the door 
and gallantly helped the angry and frightened doctor into the passenger side 
of the car. 

Nancy sat on the black upholstery of the comfortable car, and eyed the coach 
suspiciously, but the small blonde woman did not want to ask any questions. 
I should get out, her mind said desperately to herself. Tell him I'm sick, 
anything at all. I can't just go off somewhere with this horribly smirking 
stranger! 

Lionel, totally unperturbed, started the quiet engine of his car and drove 
out of the parking lot, heading out to the Governor's Highway, which went 
all the way down to the southern part of the state. Nancy looked out the 
window, watching the suburb turn into the Midwestern country land, with big 
clapboard farmhouses, red barns, black and white cows behind barbed wire 
fences. Lionel was driving at an almost incredible rate of speed ... eighty 
or ninety. She didn't have to even look at the speedometer to tell, because 
it was obvious from the way the landscape was whipping by their car. 

Finally the handsome older man spoke up. "I suppose you're wondering where 
we're going?" he asked, more of a statement than a question. "My brother has 
a summer cottage down here by the State Park, right on the river. He never 
uses it, but sometimes I go down, and it will be a good place to talk." 

Nancy looked at him apprehensively. Now that they were out of the Medical 
and Dental Building, he seemed much more friendly and hardly threatening at 
all. He began to talk in a casual voice about the canoeing he'd done down 
the Kankakee River with groups of young boys from Rich Central High School, 
and a cozy, almost familial mood seemed to take over, and at least 
temporarily alleviate Nancy's fears. Soon their car was turning off of the 
Governor's Highway, and onto a small road that wound its way through a 
watercolor splashed forest of maple and pine trees, past modest houses on 
five and ten acre plots of land, some with horses in paddocks, or a Jersey 
cow in the front lawn. Nancy's wristwatch read two o'clock in the afternoon 
when they arrived at her captivator's brother's cabin. It was a small, 
deliberately rustic sort of hunting cabin, located far back off the road in 
a woodland setting of elms and maples. Leaves piled up on the porch and the 
shutters were barred; it was obvious that it had not been used for some 
time. It was terribly isolated too, in a way that caused the blonde doctor 
to shiver slightly with apprehension. When she got out of the BMW, and 
looked around, she couldn't see any other houses in either direction. 

"This is really nice," Nancy couldn't help but exclaiming as Lionel opened 
the door with a large iron key and she followed him inside. The greying man 
only grunted in response. He was already giving hard shoves to the window 
shutters to push them open and let some light into the darkened cabin. As he 
did so, Nancy looked around herself with interest, at the old stone 
fireplace with two stuffed squirrels perched on the mantle, at the 
comfortable, strictly male, heavy leather and wooden furniture, at the soft 
bearskin rug that covered a great part of the floor in front of the fire. 
And then, as more light came into the room, she saw something that made her 
put her hand up to her mouth, and let out a gasp of surprise! 

Marcus Kingsley was sitting in one of the big rocking chairs. "Oh no!" 
gasped Nancy Nicholson, the blood draining quickly from her face as her 
torment returned to haunt her. Marcus got up to stand by the coach, 
obviously marking out in which direction his loyalty lay. If there had been 
any question before in the petite blonde doctor's mind, it was wiped out at 
the sight of the fourteen year old youngster. "Oh, God, no," she moaned 
again, looking back up in desperation at the face of Coach Lionel 
Farmington, but there was not the least fragment of mercy to be found in his 
hard and sadistic features. He was solely, a stranger, his face cruelly 
twisted into lines of self-righteous ruthlessness, mirroring his desire for 
punishment. He knew what she had done, and he was not about to forget it! 

"Marcus," she began, whimpering up at the youngster, her words sounding 
pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Please let me explain. Please 
listen to me." The boy's face was hard and implacable, and Nancy turned 
instead to the thirty-nine year old man beside him. "Oh Coach Farmington," 
she begged, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong ... I ... I" 

"The time for explanation is long past," remarked Lionel. "You must get it 
out of your head, my dear woman, that we are angry with you for 
your-ah-little indulgencies. We are only interested in-uh-pursuing this sort 
of indulgence in a slightly more interesting manner." He walked over to 
where she stood, staring at her, staring at her body beneath her white 
smock, with a cold and calculating sort of gaze. Nancy quivered in fear and 
shame. What would happen to her now. She didn't know this man at all, and 
her humiliation was accompanied by the fear that perhaps he was lying, 
perhaps he was a terrible pervert who would kill her, after he finished his 
nasty business, kill her and let Marcus look on! She almost wished he would 
simply kill her now, and spare her from the ordeal she knew was about to 
come. 

Coach Lionel Farmington may not have been angry, but his voice was harsh, 
sarcastic, cruel. He reached over for Nancy, grasping her thinly clad 
shoulders hard in his hands, digging his fingers deeply into the softness of 
her cringing flesh. "How many other little boys are you doing this to?" he 
rasped. "Every sweet little bubble-gum chewing patient? My whole Freshman 
Football squad?" 

His hands closed tightly around her throat as he then pulled her mouth 
harshly to his. But the sudden movement and the savage, frightening pressure 
of his hands on her throat filled the blonde doctor with such terror that 
she jerked away from his grasp. 

"Listen, bitch," he said, his voice so sarcastic that Nancy did not even 
know whether he was furious or whether this was all some gigantic game in 
the perverse recesses of his mind. "I didn't hear that you were squirming 
away from Marcus here! What's the matter, you only like boys?" 

Oh Lord, thought Nancy, at least he doesn't know about last night! At least 
he doesn't know that I started liking other woman ... and even men ... just 
one day ago! The terrified doctor tried to twist away from his painful grip, 
but he slapped her flat across one cheek, and then across the other. 

"Nooooo!" she cried out. "Stop it! You're killing me! You have no right! Let 
me go!" 

"Don't worry, baby, it's not death I have in mind for you. I have something 
better. Now take off that silly uniform, and get naked. Hurry up." 

"No!" she protested, tears standing up in her grey-blue, frightened eyes. 
"Please don't make me do that! Not in front of Marcus!" 

Lionel gave a harsh, contemptuous sort of laugh. " 'Not in front of Marcus' 
" he mimicked her. "If you can suck his cock, you can surely take off your 
clothes in front of him. If you like, I'll just help you a bit," he 
continued, moving forward to confront the blonde doctor where she stood, her 
hand against her breast. The freshman football coach caught the front of her 
office smock with one well-manicured hand; with a savage yank he ripped it 
open all the way down to Nancy's waist. 

Nancy closed her eyes tightly as she felt the humiliation of the thirty-nine 
year old sadist's hands groping over her defenseless flesh, stripping the 
dress down around her writhing hips and thighs to fall on the cabin's stone 
floor. She clenched her teeth together as she heard him mutter in 
appreciation and lust. 

"Yeah, baby, and now for the rest of your child-sucking clothes!" His 
practiced hands took each cup of her lace brassiere and tore it away from 
her firm full breasts in a brutal and unfeeling motion. Her tiny dark 
nipples hardened defensively at their abrupt exposure. Then his hands 
reached down for her small bikini panties, his hands drawing the yellow 
material down around her fear-gripped thighs, lifting each of her quivering 
legs in order to slide them off her feet along with her unattractive 
sensible shoes. 

Then Lionel Farmington stood back and looked at the female doctor in 
appreciation, the appreciation of a connoisseur of women's bodies. He sucked 
in his breath and smiled malevolently. "All women are masochists, Dr. 
Nicholson," he said, "So you don't have to look so pained about it all. We 
know your real colors!" 

Oh God, thought the blonde, her mind agonizing torturously. Oh God, does he 
really know? Can he ever even know how terrible I truly am? His obscene 
words seared through her brain, carving a path as sharp as a knife stroke. 
She knew her struggles were going to be in vain, and she stood in passive, 
trembling defeat. A cool rush of air from the open cabin window caressed her 
naked flesh, and her hands rose automatically, modestly, to cover her 
exposed nakedness, but she dropped them finally, realizing there was no 
hope, no use in hiding from this man. Sniffling a little, and trying 
resolutely not to sob, she shivered in humiliation, totally naked in front 
of a thirty-nine year old man and a fourteen year old boy. 

"On your knees. Doc," Lionel commanded sarcastically from beside her. "Get 
down on the floor. Now!" 

What else could she do? Surely he was stronger than she; surely he could 
overpower her if he exerted the least bit of effort. A painful, but also 
somehow playful smack stung at her buttocks, and she hurried to kneel and 
obey his sadistic commands. As she cowered in front of her tormentor, she 
had the feeling that she was a cornered animal, and that her predator was 
teasing her, in the same way a cat teases a mouse, before destroying it. She 
looked up at Lionel, wordlessly pleading with her round eyes. Then she 
gasped for breath. 

Lionel Farmington was standing before her, undoing the belt of his trousers 
with methodical deliberation. He tossed the leather belt to one side, 
chuckling a little. "Keep that for later, Marc," he said. Then he slid off 
his trousers and his European underpants, handing them to the boy as though 
he were his valet. His shirt came next, then his shoes and socks. Finally he 
stood naked, towering over the stricken, terrified woman, his muscular, 
hairy-chested body gleaming softly in the light. Nancy's eyes travelled down 
along his masculine chest, and she let out a little groan of abject fear as 
her panicky gaze locked upon his massively erect penis. It was the largest 
one she had ever seen! It was so much bigger than Marc's friendly little 
tool, and even bigger than Judd Reiner's cock that had pulsed inside of her 
belly only last night. His throbbing fleshy hardness was simply monstrous! 
She could feel her insides, still sore from the previous evening's 
battering, cringe at the thought of trying to put the monstrous instrument 
inside of herself. Lionel grinned luridly down at her, obviously fully 
enjoying the frightened doctor's open-mouthed terror, and he dropped his 
hand to stroke at the heavily foreskinned shaft, which her eyes were riveted 
to. 

There was something so terribly obscene about the entire situation that it 
seemed to prod a little quiver of perverse excitement in her loins, but then 
she remembered how the cruel man wanted only to crush and humiliate her, and 
the beginning desire vanished from her mind. The hate filled mauling of her 
bruised body by the football coach whose player she had seduced was terrible 
enough in itself to consider, and the fact that the player himself was 
standing there watching and obviously in accord with what was going on, make 
the entire situation intolerable. 

"Like it?" Coach Farmington was asking with a sadistic sort of delight. "I 
believe this should fill up that hungry place in your cunt that your tiny 
boyfriend's only manage to tickle. " 

"Please," she begged weakly. But she knew there was no use in pleading, knew 
there was no mercy coming. What was to happen would be just retribution for 
her many wrongdoings. But to lie beneath a sadistic football coach was about 
the most degrading thing possible. "Please," she whimpered again. "You'll 
hurt me!" 

Lionel smiled tauntingly down at the stricken blonde. "All right baby, shall 
we go to the police then? Maybe they'll be able to do something you like 
even better." 

"Ohhhhh," she groaned, sobbing helplessly, staring at his long thick penis 
in tearful awe. In comparison with Judd's seemingly large penis, this 
instrument was simply monstrous. Tears flowed in wet rivulets down either 
side of her cheeks, and despite her mounting terror, she knew she'd be 
forced to submit to whatever he wanted of her. Even with fourteen year old 
Marcus Kingsley watching, she had no choice. "Oh," she heard herself saying 
desperately, her former pride reduced to this snivelling state, "please just 
do it fast, and get it over with." Lionel gazed down at the groveling woman, 
feeling a mixture of lust and contempt, beginning to mix with a tiny bit of 
pity. Something inside his cold heart began to soften in spite of himself, 
at the curvaceous beauty before him. Obviously she was suffering terribly, 
and Lionel Farmington was not a rapist at heart, although he did enjoy 
teaching little lessons to women who obviously needed them. Well, he 
thought, he would try to make her like it-that was the least that a 
gentleman could do. 

Chills of horrified apprehension rippled through Nancy's flesh, and the 
blonde doctor trembled and moaned in an uncontrollable sort of dread. Sparks 
of fascinated excitement began to course through her overused loins, despite 
herself, having an unwanted effect on her body that she could not 
understand. Oh God, she thought desperately, how evil I truly am! In some 
obscene way, she was looking forward to Lionel Farmington's penis in her 
vagina. 

The hairy-chested man dropped to his knees beside Nancy Nicholson. He pushed 
her backward with his hands upon her soft trembling breasts, until she lay 
spread out flat on her back on the bearskin rug. Nancy tightly closed her 
eyes, trying futilely to shut out the shame of her degrading situation, 
lying nakedly under the gaze of this cruel man. And, more humiliating still, 
was the fact of Marcus watching her like this, from his perch on the rocking 
chair. 

Lionel bent over her nakedly prostrate body, fastening his teeth harshly to 
the nipple of her left breast. Nancy groaned in pain, her terrified breath 
coming so fast that she felt as though her lungs would burst. His hands held 
her tightly against him, making it impossible to twist away from his 
sadistic torture. In contrast to his biting mouth, his hands were very 
gentle as they played over the softness of her smooth skinned hips and 
thighs. Despite herself, tiny tendrils of unwanted sensation descended to 
the female doctor's nakedly trembling cunt. She simply could not react this 
way to the man who had discovered her relationship with young Marcus; it was 
totally insane! But as Lionel continued to bite and lick-first gently and 
then harshly-at her sensitive nipples, she felt a distinct flicker of bliss 
course through her vagina, and involuntarily she ground her buttocks down 
against the sensuous-feeling bearskin. 

The very lewdness and depravity of the situation was exciting to Nancy, but 
her desire turned to despair at the ugly realization that she was only being 
used. 

Suddenly the older man slipped down on the bearskin beside her and wrapped 
his arms around her voluptuously naked body, pulling her tightly to him. 
They lay pressed together, his rigidly heated cock pushed between her soft 
inner thighs, trapped on the other side by the crevice of her fear-clenched 
buttocks. His lips clamped wetly over hers and he moved his loins hungrily 
against her hips; then she felt his hardened male rod of flesh taunting 
through the cringing pink lips of her pussy. The immediate contact of his 
warm cock-head against the sensitized flesh of her vagina caused a sudden 
tingling sensation in the frightened woman. She could not hold back his 
tongue thrust deep inside her saliva moistened mouth. She groaned in 
despair, tormenting unwanted sensations streaming through her blood. She 
groaned abandonedly, realizing she was losing control of her rising 
emotions. 

Waves of shame and fear coursed through the blonde doctor's mind. "No ... 
Coach Farmington, pleeeease don't do this to me...." 

Then, without giving the least warning, the sadistic coach rolled her small 
curvaceous body over so that she was on top of him. "It'll be easier this 
way," he muttered, roughly pulling her legs onto either side of his hips, so 
that she was straddling him as she would a horse. 

There was nothing to do but to comply with his harsh demands, for Nancy knew 
that resistance was of no use. Supporting herself on her arms, her blonde 
curls cascading down over her breasts and sweeping against Lionel's chest, 
her erect little nipples touching against his skin, she straddled him just 
as he had commanded her to do. She could feel, with a mixture of horror and 
of excitement, his lust-thickened penis pointing directly upward at the 
moistened slit of her cunt. 

In forebodings of terror, Nancy thought of the grim events that were to 
follow, and she tossed her blonde head from side to side in desperation and 
fear. Through her tear-wetted blue eyes, she could see Lionel, holding the 
full length of his thick cock in his hand, holding it up against the 
widespread pink flesh of her pussy with the hardened blunt head pressing 
lewdly against her cuntal slit. The contact of this perverted man's penis 
against her tingling vaginal skin sent wild little carnal sensations 
fluttering through Nancy's nervous system, and her nipples grew more upright 
against the chest of her tormentor. 

Uhhhhggghhh," she breathed. "Oh, you'll hurt me, Coach Farmington. You're 
just too big!" 

"Come on and don't be a baby about it," he replied, giving her left nipple a 
painful tweak. "We don't want Marcus to think you don't like men, do we?" 
Lionel's muscular hands wrapped around her nakedly twisting buttocks, 
holding her in a secure grip on top of his avidly spearing penis. Then, with 
a powerful flick of his hips, he speared his pelvis upward, shoving harder 
between the soft quivering lips of the doctor's vagina. 

"Stop it!" she begged in vain. "Oh please can't you stop it!" But the lust 
swollen tip of his rigid penis slipped relentlessly through the hot layers 
of Nancy's fleshy vagina, cruelly stretching her cuntal opening until she 
felt as though her thighs were going to split apart from the relentless 
pressure. When she opened her eyes, she saw an expression on her seducer's 
face of triumph and sadism-he was enjoying every single moment of it! And, 
although she did not have the heart to look around and see where Marc was 
watching from, she quite suspected that he, too, had an evil grin upon his 
lips, sadistically watching the remorseless penetration of her once-virgin 
pussy. 

Then, as Nancy watched, the expression of triumph on Lionel Farmington's 
face faded away and a look of demented lust came to replace it. He had to 
fuck her now! Every inch of his loins was overpowered by the need to possess 
her, to fuck her until she screamed for it! Every inch of his loins was 
overpowered by the need to possess her, to fuck her until she screamed for 
it! With savage thoughtlessness, he thrust his hips up off the bearskin rug, 
at the same time pulling her curvaceous buttocks down over his 
passion-bloated cock. 

"Aaarrrrggghhh!" cried out the impaled doctor as she felt his fleshy 
hardness lunge mercilessly deeply up inside her wide-stretched cunt. There 
was just no stopping this sex-maddened football coach! Like a battering ram, 
his throbbing instrument pushed the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls 
away as it shoved its way into her most private sanctuary. 

Never in Nancy Nicholson's thirty years of life had she felt so filled, not 
even last night with Judd Reiner's and her roommate Louisa sucking and 
fucking her body. His cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in 
irreparable shreds, spearing into her depths with no mercy, no r thought of 
injury. There was not one tiny ridge of cuntal flesh that did not feel as 
though it was hopelessly impaled, with this monstrous rod stuck up into her 
belly like a long sword in her wet fleshy sheath. 

Lionel lay still underneath her, his breath coming in hoarse gasps. He was 
used to deflowering virgins, but seldom had he come across such 
scrumptiously tight pussies! It felt as though her cunt was tightly gripping 
all around his upthrust penis, and the feeling was a wonderful one to a 
sensually-oriented man like Coach Farmington. 

Nancy lay motionless as well, but on her part it was only fear that kept her 
from moving, fear for the certain pain that would ensue. Neither partner 
made a sound for a few minutes, but then suddenly the blonde doctor felt a 
throbbing deep up inside her belly, the throbbing of Lionel's cock jerking 
up another inch or so, to rub tantalizingly against her cervix as he flexed 
his pelvic muscles inside her ruthlessly stretched vagina. 

Her face contorted with the unbearable pain, and she let out a low, piteous 
moan, which Lionel Farmington chose to totally disregard. Instead he flexed 
his cock ruthlessly, tormenting the blonde beauty from below. 

"Agggh," she groaned again. "Oh God ... oh ... oh God! It hurts!" 

Her pain only served to further incite the hairy-chested male below her. 
Tauntingly he throbbed his huge, lust-maddened penis deep up inside of her 
trembling belly. "Come on, Doctor Nancy, beg for me to fuck you! Let Marcus 
hear how much you want it!" 

Was he totally mad? thought Nancy, through her tears. All her strength and 
courage were gone, her soul an empty shell from which all last vestiges of 
self-respect had been torn away. What difference did it make now whether she 
resisted, or whether she complied with Lionel's obscene wishes? "All right," 
came her spent voice, through pride-clenched teeth. "All right, then, fuck 
me." Even the taste of the words was a degradation to the doctor. Her shame 
was unbearable, but she forced herself to repeat the obscene sentence. "Fuck 
me! Go ahead and fuck me!" 

As she spoke, it was as though a portentous curtain of doom sunk down all 
around her, enveloping her within its soiled folds. Nothing was left of the 
pride and courage that had stood by her all these years; in its place was a 
dirty gutter whore, a slut impaled by nine inches of throbbing male penis. 

Lionel's perceptive mind quickly registered that his victim's last ounce of 
proud resistance had fallen away, and the knowledge made him grin with 
malice. His well-manicured fingers dug harshly into the delicate fair skin 
of her waist, and his muscle-bound body began a slow rocking motion between 
the sensuous doctor's lushly rounded thighs. Lionel could feel her 
involuntarily warm and wet cuntal passage widen slightly with each stroke he 
forced up into her womb; then he heard her cry out, helpless with defeat, as 
she gave in, relaxed her taut muscles, and submitted to him. 

Lionel Farmington had no doubt whatsoever that he was giving the 
thirty-year-old woman exactly what she needed and desired. Even though she 
made her attempts to fight off his advances, he was convinced that she 
simply needed a good fuck until her hot streak was revealed. Although he was 
unaware of what had gone on the last night, his assumptions were not far 
from wrong! 

Despite the feeling that she was about to be brutally rent in twain, 
tinglings of pleasure within Nancy's body were growing too strong to be 
denied. She was beginning to actually revel in the painful feelings, she was 
wanting to be hurt, to be punished. She viciously impaled her own body down 
onto his unmercifully pistoning penis, and the shot of agonizing pain sent 
chills of masochistic pleasure along the base of her spine. 

Slowly her body began to respond as the long thick poling flesh skewered its 
relentless way up inside her moist depths. Never before realized delights 
were coursing through her body with every brutal lunge Lionel made. She felt 
as though a match were being held to her vagina, and she was being ignited, 
'turned on' as high school kids used to say, by this long pole of male 
member. Her whole body began to twitch and writhe uncontrollably, and then 
she lowered her head in a burst of aggressiveness, and shoved her pointed 
tongue abandonedly into the moistness of his mouth. She groaned and mewled 
from deep within her chest, the new feelings shooting through her like 
fireworks, her face contorting with passion. Then something surprising began 
to happen-the painful torturous feelings began to fade ... there was no 
longer any thought of attempting to resist, no thought of anything but the 
sheer sensual pleasure of kneeling above this virtual stranger and letting 
him shove his lovely penis up into her once-virgin cunt. 

Lionel trailed his hairy hands over the soft curves of Nancy's naked body, 
feeling the long smooth muscles ripple beneath her skin in response to his 
skilled touch. The warm moist walls of her pussy gripped at his brutally 
buried penis, and his brain spun wildly from the triumph of erotic victory 
over her nakedness. 

With moans of newly-discovered rapture, Nancy Nicholson skewered her body 
lower and lower on his long thick penis. She thrust herself all the way down 
on his impaling rod until she could feel his cum-filled testicles pressing 
up into the open crevice between her passionately trembling buttocks. Then, 
slowly and deliberately, she lifted up her body until his lust-engorged 
shaft came into full view of her eyes. Then, masochistically, she drove her 
thighs back down again, ramming the whole length of his wet hardness deep up 
inside her trembling vagina. The head of his blunt-nosed cock battered 
against the doctor's cervix, but she was too wildly excited to object to the 
pain it caused her. Her entire being was totally abandoned to all the 
searing sensations that coursed through her flesh. Sliding rhythmically up 
and down on Lionel's penis, she felt she would reach an orgasm simply by 
this maddeningly stimulating gyration! 

Marcus Kingsley watched, eager-eyed until he could not stand it one more 
moment. His football coach had cautioned him before to wait until he was 
called, but man, staring at that enticing fucking had goaded him beyond all 
patience. Quickly, with trembling hands, he shed his shirt and blue jeans, 
and rushed nakedly over to kneel beside the couple's straining bodies. With 
a trembling hand he reached out and cupped Dr. Nicholson's breasts, kneading 
first the one and then the other, marvelling at their r round firmness which 
he had so wanted to touch the day-was it only yesterday?-when she had sucked 
him off. 

Nancy looked up at his touch, opening startled eyes. She watched as Marc 
rubbed the erect nipples of her breasts, and then dropped her glance to see 
his slender youthful penis jutting erectly from his loins with an avid 
excitement. For a minute she tried to protest, knowing she should feel guilt 
and shame, but the pulsating deep thrusts within her vaginal depths drowned 
out all other feelings. Instead of protesting, she heard herself groaning in 
greedy abandoned passion. 

"Oh-oh Coach," came Marcus Kingsley's strangled cry. "I'm gonna shoot off 
right here if I can't do something pretty soon." 

Lionel Farmington had a brainstorm of inspiration. "Why don't you fuck her 
in the asshole while she's riding my prick," he grunted between strokes. 

Nancy's unconscious mind rebelled against the lewdness of this suggestion. 
Her body desired to surrender to Marcus as well as the burly coach, but she 
knew she should not do so. However, her cock-hungry body had already 
betrayed her will to resist, until the only reality remaining was the 
searing fire in her wetly throbbing pussy depths. Flames of lust licked 
along her thighs, and she simply could not fight them. Depraved as it was, 
she wanted them both! 

But remnants of propriety remained. "No," she cried out as she felt the 
child's hands on her buttocks. "Oh God, don't fuck me there!" 

She froze in motionless terror, Lionel beneath her widespread thighs, her 
legs down up against his ribs, his lust-inspiring cock piercing it's way up 
into her innermost flesh. She did not dare to move as the boy climbed on top 
of her, his panting head just above her defensively upturned buttocks. 

"Stop it!" she cried out for a final, desperate time. "You just can't I'm 
afraid! You'll hurt me!" 

The boy above her laughed in a mature voice she had never before heard him 
use. "We're not going to hurt you, as long as you do what we want!" 

The youngster trembled, mounting onto the spread mounds of Nancy's buttocks, 
his arms around her. His penis was already throbbing with desire, a 
glistening drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid on its tip, as it slipped against 
her saliva-moistened rectal crevice, its blunted circumcised end sliding 
against her wetly moistened anal crevice as he trembled and jerked over her 
naked flesh. The narrowly clenched anus was held wide apart by the pressure 
of her thighs pressed against the older man's hips below. 

With a singing horror, Nancy felt her patient's slender penis jerking 
between her widespread asscheeks, insinuating itself in a disrespectful 
manner, madly searching for the tight orifice in which he planned to thrust 
the heavily throbbing tip of his penis. To be sodomized by a man, Nancy 
knew, was the ultimate degradation, the worst of all possible perversions. 
But, despite all this a little tingle of masochistic excitement surged 
through the sexually-awakening female. She took her one hand from the 
coach's broad shoulder and reached down underneath the grinding flesh of 
their madly fucking bodies to grip the slender length of Marcus' childish 
penis. She could feel it spasmodically throbbing against her palm, moistly 
seeping liquid of excitement trickling from the blood-inflated tip. Her 
hands trembling, she guided it up into the valley of her ass cheeks, 
positioning it just against her tightly puckered little anus. 

Marcus did the rest. With a spurt of strength, the virgin youngster thrust 
his slim rod in an urgent manner against her rectum for several seconds, 
finally succeeding in lodging it deeply within her tightly straining anal 
hole. 

Marcus groaned with childish delight as he felt the perverted pressure of 
his doctor's cunt cradling his penis. He jerked forward, until Nancy twisted 
and screamed in her pain. His lust-hardened cock slithered far up into her 
painfully stretched rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly. It was 
unendurable. She jerked up at him, trying to toss him like an inexperienced 
rider, but this only caused his slender cock to be embedded all the way to 
the hilt in her hotly clenching anal tunnel. 

Marc smiled triumphantly. Man, this was really something, screwing your 
doctor in the ass! With a frantic, inexperienced rhythm, he began to hump 
into her. His cock pummeled urgently, thrusting into her rectum. Nancy 
trained back against the maddening assault, groaning incessantly, until the 
pain finally subsided, to be replaced again by a masochistic sort of 
pleasure. Her rising sensations from her duel impalement were fed by her 
very helplessness. A growing feeling of pleasure built within her belly. 

It was somehow a thousandfold more terrible to know that these men were 
gloating over the inhuman torture to which she was being brutally forced to 
submit. And now she could feel Lionel and Marcus beginning to fuck her in 
unison, pulling out until only their huge, lust-engorged cock-heads remained 
still sunk inside her quivering belly, Lionel held in by the tightly locking 
lips of her cunt, and Marc's held by the constricting muscles of her 
sensation-ravaged anus. They plunged inward time and time again, spearing 
into her surrendered body, their thickness pushing against each other along 
the two channels of her pain-wracked loins. She had never been so humiliated 
in her entire life ... or so sexually aroused! 

The repellent joy infused Nancy's entire body, permeating her skewered flesh 
with maddening desires for still more debasement. God, these men were 
buffeting her about them like the lowest of prostitutes, but she was loving 
it! She deserved it, and she was glad she did. The raging helplessness of 
her situation, the total abandonment to other people's desires, set off 
pangs of lustful masochism. A wanton moan escaped from her lips and she 
undulated her lush buttocks, squeezing with her two sets of muscles the hard 
penetrating shafts of hot flesh that rhythmically skewered into her loins. 

"Fuck me!" she hissed through dry lips. "Oh fuck me, both of you! Harder! Oh 
yes ... yeeeeeesssssss." She twisted and squirmed, moving of her own 
volition between the two pulsing penises. All sense of reluctance or of 
decency had disappeared, the pain had disappeared, and now only lust was 
raging out of control within her, in a hot torrent of ecstatically 
masochistic sensations. 

Together the men rammed repeatedly into the writhing blonde, all three of 
them quickly approaching the final crest of mind-blowing orgasm. Furiously 
the older man and the teen-ager boy fucked into the lady doctor, and she 
gave them back in return wantonness every stroke they shoved into her. 
"Now!" she cried out. "Cum into me now! I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnggg too!" 

And then, to her thrilled excitement, Nancy Nicholson felt the thick boiling 
liquid of her patient's climax shooting deep up into her anus ... and then 
her own orgasm struck her! Spasms of the most delicious sort of carnal 
delight rushed through Nancy's body, and she could feel every single 
contraction of her teen-age lover's hard, spewing erection, as it jerked out 
its erotic load of cum into her nakedly spasming belly. And then to her 
delight she could feel Lionel Farmington begin to curse and moan with his 
own orgasm approaching. She drew up one of her legs, panting heavily, and 
felt a rush of joy as his throbbing cock spat out its jets of viscous semen 
into the recesses of her hungry womb. Frantic convulsions of a debasing and 
unearthly bliss overwhelmed the thirty year-old blonde doctor. 

And then it was finished. 

* * * 

Nancy Nicholson, adolescent specialist, flopped on her back, breathing 
heavily. She looked around her at the collapsed man and boy whose penises 
had exploded within her rectum and vagina. She felt no terror any more. She 
felt nothing, no reality, no pain ... just the sensuous pleasures and 
satisfactions that drifted down from sensuous male bodies. She knew there 
was nothing left for her, she knew she had been stained forever ... and she 
did not care. She was, simply, a new woman. 


THE END
