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CHAPTER THREE

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

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

She wasn't an aimless teenager any more, she was a physician. And yet on the very first day of her internship she'd gotten drunk and behaved with wild sexual abandon with a man who was almost a total stranger to her. Appalling behavior. If she went on like that, she'd never become the

full-fledged doctor she'd worked for so many years to become. But aside from the damage the night before might have done to her career, it had damaged her confidence in herself even more. She'd, thought she was self-disciplined, in complete charge of her personality and her sex life. All it had taken was half a bottle of champagne and a little forceful talk from the man with the big cock in her back and she'd proved herself to be as sexually unstable as a nymphomaniac.

She tried to stir, to get out of bed and, away from him, but his hands tightened on her breasts and he murmured in his sleep and pulled her harder against his early morning erection. She lay there ashamed of herself for what she'd done with him, for the things she'd said to him, for the way she'd lost complete control of herself She felt dirtied, and Dr. Morgan's warm, even breath on the nape of her neck made her flesh crawl with loathing for him. The bastard, he'd taken advantage of her exhausted condition. He'd seen how tired she was and he'd surmised how excited she'd been with ha new position in life, and he'd cleverly seduced her.

He'd made her tell him about the innocent lesbian experience she'd had, he'd induced her to use vile language during her many orgasms of the night before, he'd gotten her to perform fellatio on him. He'd even induced her to promise total sexual license with him and the receptionist she hadn't even met yet! Worst of all, he'd gotten her to love every crazy moment of it.

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

good the champagne had tasted, she shouldn't have drunk it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blushing hotly, Joyce struggled against the big hands clasped over her tits and said, "Will, you please let me go! I don't care to be served anything in bed by anyone. All I -want to do is get to work with my patients."

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

"You can't stop me from practicing medicine!"

she said, furiously struggling now. "Let me go!"

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

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

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

There was no way in the world Joyce could relax, and no way she could escape from the strong arms that hugged her to the doctor's nude body. He was too strong for her even when he let go with one hand. This hand was used to shift his erection around until it was lodged up between her legs. Its muscular thickness pushed up against her closed cuntlips. It was so long that it protruded out in front of her from between her clenched thighs. Its heat throbbed insistently against her while her brain raced helplessly to think of some way out of this bed, out of the whole situation she'd worked so hard to get herself into. Just then she'd gladly have given up her medical career to be free of the oversexed doctor and the woman who worked as his receptionist, but there was no way out. She had to put up with this humiliating irritation for now, she had to resist him a great deal better than she

had the night before.

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

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

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

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

His hands were very good and gentle on her breasts, but not too gentle as they plucked at her nipples. His prick between her legs was a constantly moving thing, and a constant reminder

of how wild she'd gone when she'd been with him the night before. His body against her was the most disturbing thing. She'd slept alone for so long that now his all-encompassing warmth couldn't help but be comforting and soothing. If he wasn't such a domineering bastard, she might indeed have an affair with him. As it was, she'd keep him at arm's length once this dreadful morning was over with.

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

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

"That's it," he murmured against her Throat. "Relax, forget about the damned patients for a

while, and have some fun. How about a little sixty-nine till Emily gets here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God damn, I just love it. I just love it. Give it to me, Phil. Put it right in my hole, honey, and

make it squirt in me, make me come!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about it, Joycie? How would you like to have that hot twat licked for a while? You suck on

my cock, while I lick your juicy little split from your asshole to your clit. Eh?"

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

"Don't rush things. Well get to that."

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

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

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

Joyce squealed and rolled over on her back, and looked straight up at the grinning face of a buxom and strikingly lovely brunette of truly Junoesque

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

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

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

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

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

imposing brunette.

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

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

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

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