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CHAPTER NINE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

forward and placed her mouth hard on the hairy mouth that awaited her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joyce was pulled to her feet. Panting, face dripping, eyes glazed, she was pulled to the upright

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

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

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

His tongue was moving like a cock in it. It was pushing in and out of her hole, then swiping up to lap her clit while his lips sucked on it. His thumb was working in her asshole, driving her on to further frenzied contortions and feverish delights. Her head was whipping back and forth, until the

open thighs of Emily loomed over her face. She took a deep, gasping breath of the fetid air of the bedroom just before Emily's beautiful big cunt was lowered onto her face.

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

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

Her orgasms soared on and on. Pleasure turned to joy, joy to ecstasy, and ecstasy to something akin to pain. Her pussy felt as if it were being turned inside out, and her brain had definitely turned to jelly. She was still able to suck and able to come, but her hands were only feebly holding onto Emily's legs now as the orgasming woman squatted over her upturned face. The ecstasy had indeed turned into pain, but there was still enough of the pleasure left for young Joyce to go on

sucking and pushing her cunt up to be sucked until at last she fell into a sort of a swoon.

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

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

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

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

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

He fucked her without let-up, and under such an attack Joyce's body had no other course but to respond. Her legs went up in the air, helped by his

hands. He hooked them over his shoulders and grinned malevolently down at her as he dug in with his toes and his knees and shoved that big cock in her time and again, for all he was worth. As wet and soft as she was from the cunt-kissing she'd enjoyed, it was still a tight fit. That didn't seem to bother him, however. With a good hold on her hips and with a good anchor on the floor, he was fucking her just as he liked to, holding nothing back. Emily was still pinching and pulling at her titties, but now it didn't hurt. From a few moments before, when she'd been utterly exhausted from too much sex, Joyce had quickly risen from the sexual dead, and was throwing her hips up to him with every ounce of strength in her body.

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

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

Joyce was sure she hadn't heard Emily correctly, but just then she didn't care what she heard. Her only sensitivity was in her cunt, and that was getting such a pounding that nothing else in the

world mattered at all. Her twat juices were positively foaming up out of it as Dr. Morgan churned his cock in her. Their heavy scent permeated the room, mingled with the smells of sweat and the rutting male animal. He was snarling like a beast as he drove on to his climax, and Joyce was somehow giggling hysterically, all else forgotten as she was at last getting the fucking she'd longed for. The cunt sucking had only been a prelude for this. A cock in her body, that was what she needed, and that was exactly what she was getting. Soon it would be over, ended with Phil's big burst of Come. She could sense that coming from the more forceful poundings of his balls against her asshole, and she was ready for it. Soon she'd be able to sleep the sleep of the dead, but now she had to have his come.

"Give it to me, you big bastard," she panted, reaching out to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. "Fuck the lying shit out of me, and give your goddamned come to me Now! Now, damnit, now!"

"God… Damn… right!!!" he exploded, just as his cock and balls exploded in her cunt.

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

Joyce dozed again, but not long enough. She awakened in a foggy daze. Something cold and wet

was being held to her lips, and something warm and moist was between her legs. She drank thirstily while Dr. Morgan held her head, even though the first sip of it told her it was strong liquor over ice. Now she could focus on Emily Beresford, still as nude as she and the doctor, gently washing her crotch with a cloth.

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

"You call that… a little sex?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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