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CHAPTER FOUR

Emily Beresford's mouth was incredibly softer than Dr. Morgan's. Joyce didn't want to be kissed by her, but the mouth on hers was so soft, so warm and fragrant, that Joyce had to linger for just a moment longer to experience this strange new sensation. And in that moment she was lost.

Soft as the mouth on hers was, it was vibrantly strong, and it was constantly moving. Joyce felt that she'd never known anything quite so alive and stimulating as this mouth on hers-until three fingers slid electrically down through her open wet cunt. It truly did feel as if they were sending electricity into her, but it was a warm and friendly electricity that thrilled rather than killed. Those fingers knew exactly where to touch her and

exactly how hard to do it. The sensations they produced were quite enough to overcome Joyce's shock at being kissed so suddenly. She could even put up with the feeling of those enormous tits pushing against hers in order to feel a bit more of those beautifully wriggling fingers in her slit, exciting her and at the same time soothing her, thrilling her and yet quieting her fears. As badly as she had to pee, the woman's fingers had her right on the brink of orgasm. If she hadn't had a full bladder, and if that viper Dr. Morgan hadn't been right behind her naked butt, she might well have come at the first touch of Emily Beresford's fingers in her twat. As it was she felt absolutely wild-wild to strive a bit for that orgasm and wild to get herself out of this shameful position.

And just as Joyce was summoning up the last of her will power, her hand was grasped by the woman on the bed with her and pulled against flesh that was even softer, warmer, wetter than the mouth that was so busily sucking on her tongue. That was a cunt she was feeling, and the very idea of it was so titillating that Joyce felt faint with sudden lust.

And then it became all the more thrilling as she felt the voluptuous body before her begin to quake and tremble. Joyce sucked back on the soft lips. She quickly located the woman's clitoris, found it to be wonderfully big, and teased and tickled and pulled it just as her own was being teased and tickled and pulled.

The lovely wet mouth was pulled from hers. There was an audible smack as it was torn away, and Joyce could open her eyes to see the thrilling change that had so quickly taken place in the beautiful, poised woman who'd come into the

room just moments before. Gone was her haughty expression and her crooked smile, and in their place were glazed eyes and a slack mouth, flushed cheeks and flaring nostrils. Emily Beresford was nonetheless beautiful than before, but now with the mask of lust on her face, her beauty was infinitely more exciting to behold. The woman was about to come, and Joyce was right there to see it happening! It didn't matter at all that Dr. Morgan had his fingers up between her asscheeks and was smearing her overflowed cunt juices on her asshole. It didn't matter that he was watching and making dirty remarks or that a woman was playing with her cunt while she played with the woman. Even her own dizzy feelings were of little importance, for all that mattered now was that she excite this absolutely beautiful woman even more and be there to watch every thrilling moment of her orgasm.

"Are you feeling good? Are you going to come?" Joyce eagerly asked.

"Feeling wonderful!" the big brunette exclaimed. "Damn right I'm going to come! You, too! Together! Come on!!!"

"Go ahead!" said Joyce, twiddling that lovely big clit with expert fingers.

"Gaw-w-w-w-wd, just look at us," the gorgeous brunette moaned, swaying backward, big jugs jiggling and pale body all flushed. "Kneeling here on the bed, finger-fucking when we've just met, coming. Coming-g-g-g-g!"

Fingers flying, Joyce gazed down, slack-jawed, at the two of them. There was this gorgeous woman with her big tits, her thick hair getting tousled around her face, her cunt juice running down to make her thighs glisten with moisture,

coming from the touch of Joyce's fingers. And there she herself was, a petite blonde with perky little round titties and prim little blonde muff. Compared to Emily Beresford, Dr. Joyce Carruthers was nothing more than a slip of a girl, but she could feel every bit of womanly delight that Emily was feeling as time after time her wet and slippery fingers brought the big brunette to another climax.

Dr. Morgan wriggled his finger deeper inside Joyce's tight little asshole and said, "You've really got her going, Doc. Why don't you get down there and lick her cunt and make her really take off Go on. You'll like the taste of that twat. It's hot and sweet, and it stinks so good you just can't quit it."

"Oh, no. Oh, no," said Joyce, aware only then that the permeating perfume in the air was the smell of women in heat, her smell and that of the stunning brunette she was gazing at.

"Oh, yes, eat my cunt for me!" Emily panted. "Go right down and give me a good licking, you little blonde doll," she said, and grasped Joyce by the nape of her neck and tried to force her down.

"No!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting out of her tip, but not far enough.

Her grip was strong, and before Joyce could escape she found her mouth pressed firmly against one of the big red nipples on the end of the lesbian's mammoth, jutting tits.

The red on it was from lipstick. Joyce could taste that right away, and right after that she could taste the far more exciting flavor of the bare nipple on the end of the big tit, all corrugated with gooseflesh, a nipple as big as the end of a thumb. She couldn't help but suck on it. It was made for sucking, and Joyce had to do it. She had to go on

tickling that lovely big clit, too, partly because her hand was being pressed against it, partly because of the thrilling sensations she was producing in the rest of the woman's body.

Christ, she had her quivering and shaking everywhere. She had her coming time after time, in rapid succession as she pulled and pushed on her clit and sucked and tongue-lashed her nipple. It gave Joyce a feeling of tremendous power to be able to control the actions of such a big, strong woman. With a tweak of her fingers she could make her big hips surge, and with a flick of her tongue she could make her moan with delight.

And then Joyce did it all at once. She got it all together, as the saying goes, and sucked as thrillingly as she could on that lovely big nipple as she diddled that swollen wet clit the best way imaginable. The result was a gutsy groan from the big woman, a shudder originating in her spine and spreading everywhere through her body, and a moan of delight that Joyce could feel as well as hear.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, gawd! Little blonde… really making me come! Uh, uh, uh! Fuck me with your fingers, baby, and suck my nipple! Bite it! Yes! Oh, harder! Gaw-w-w-w-d, damn!" she exploded, as Joyce nipped her harder with her teeth. "Am I ever going to get even with you for this one. Oh, Christ! Just a little more. Ah-h-h-h-h! A little more, and I'll take care of you, baby!"

Joyce straightened up and hugged her. She was still playing with her clit, but softly now in the aftermath of her orgasm. Lesbian or not, this was a woman who was her sister, and she cared for such a person enough to bring her down sweetly and joyfully, warmly and lovingly, from the heights of

orgasmic bliss. The delights of orgasm were still rippling through the magnificent body in Joyce's arms. Wonderful warm shivers caused it to tremble and quake as Joyce hugged her and soothed her sated clit. Joyce herself was still short of orgasm, but she'd shared enough in that of this big woman to be content with what she had until she was able to climb on the big cock somewhere behind her and ride it till she burst.

"God, that was nice," said Emily Beresford. "Even if you didn't go down on me. Lay back now, and I'll suck you off, unless you'd rather go sixty-nine.

"No. No, it's all right," said Joyce, trying now to extricate herself from the clinging curves of the woman she'd just pleased. "Really, I'm just not in the mood right now. I've got to go to the bathroom," she said, and immediately she knew that had been a mistake.

"Oh, baby, let's go," said Emily, the crooked grin back on her face.

"And of course you don't mind if I watch," said Dr. Morgan from behind her, with his big hard cock pressed up against her back as he rose and embraced her.

She was suddenly surrounded by lust-heated flesh, and it scared her. She was trembling with her fear, and with the residues of the excitement that had inevitably invaded her little body. No matter where she turned, there was hot flesh and groping hands on her body, tickling her titties and delving in her cunt, poking at her asshole and pulling at her nipples. And the words flowed as hotly as the hands reached, with never a letup.

"Cunning little body. We've got ourselves a jewel here, Emily."

"Is she a good fuck?"

"She loves cock, once you get her going."

"I've just got to lick her cunt. Right now!"

"No! No, please! I've got to go to the toilet, alone!"

"Nonsense, we're all friends here," said the doctor, and together with his equally strong receptionist, bore Joyce off the bed and through the little apartment toward the bathroom.

"Stop it! Put me down!" she said. They were bustling her right along. Her feet weren't even touching the floor as the two naked people carried her off toward the bathroom for more of their unwanted attentions. "Leave me alone, you… you perverts! I'm here to practice medicine, not to roll around in bed with you two sex fiends!"

She tried to hit them, tried to kick them, but they carried her right on into the tiny bathroom and stood her up with her back to the open toilet. She stood there trembling with rage, too mad to even speak for a moment, while Dr. Morgan grinned down at her and said, "Have a nice piss for us now, Joycie."

"I will not!" she spat, quaking with rage as the pair held her there. "Get out of here and leave me alone! I'll report you to the A.M.A. for this!"

Whack! The big brunette slapped Joyce across the face with stunning, stinging force. Dazzling stars were still exploding somewhere behind her eyes as a sex-twisted female face leaned close and said, "You'll do nothing of the kind. All you'll do is piss for us. Now! Standing right where you are. PISS!" she commanded, and drew back her hand as if to deliver another slap across Joyce's hot, tear-flooded cheek.

Joyce pissed. It literally gushed out of her,

flowing in a thick, ragged stream from her cunt, splattering against her thighs and clattering loudly in the bowl below her, relieving her enormously and at the same time humiliating her every bit as much as the stunning slap had done.

And Emily Beresford immediately squatted down on the bathroom floor and gazed at Joyce's streaming crotch and exclaimed, "Beautiful! A beautiful golden shower, just pouring out of her pussy by the bucketful. Glorious!" she said, and as the dazed young intern looked down to see what on earth could be so attractive about her pissing, the kneeling brunette slapped her cupped hand up against Joyce's open crotch and splattered and rubbed the hot yellow liquid against Joyce's flesh.

Immediately Joyce began to come. She could help that no more than she could look away as her salty-stinging piss was slapped up into her twat and smeared all over her opened thighs. She bit her lip and clung hard to the strong arm in her grip, but still she couldn't help but utter moans of ecstasy as her piss flowed and her orgasm burst.

"Nnnnggggg! Ohh-h-h-h! Mor-r-r-r-re!"

"Yes, more!" the kneeling woman exclaimed, and now she bent and stabbed out her tongue to lance Joyce's clit like a white-hot arrow, and Joyce swayed back on her heels and then pushed hard to expel more of the wonderful hot pee from her body.

She could no longer see it gushing out, but she could see that marvelously evil face there at her loins, with the long tapered tongue stabbing at her clit. And dimly, at the side of her vision, she could see that it was not a strong arm she was clinging to for support, but a strong cock that belonged to the man murmuring hotly at her ear.

"Piss for her, Joycie. Tell her to eat it and she will. Let it go, let it all hang out. Tell her to eat your twat."

"Eat my twat while I'm pissing," Joyce panted. "God damn you, eat my fucking cunt while I'm pissing for you!" she screamed, and shoved the black head under her loins, saw the yellow water flow over the ravishingly lovely face and felt the beautiful female tongue licking up through her overflowing cunt.

Her hand was being pushed up and down the length of the cock in it. She was coming so hard she was screaming, farting, swaying back and forth over the toilet. She came harder still as the cock in her hand erupted, shooting thick white ropes of goo against her palpitating belly just as the last hot drops of her piss flowed out of her body and over the licking tongue in her twat and dripped on down to the toilet bowl somewhere under her quaking, shaking, wonderfully thrilled body.

"Wasn't that nice, Dr. Carruthers?" said the man at her side, still milking the last of his hot semen from his cock with her little hand under his.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," she sighed with heartfelt sincerity.

"D'you see what fun a nice hot pissy cunt can be?" asked the smiling woman as she rose majestically to her full height beside the nearly swooning young woman.

"Wonderful," Joyce murmured, not at all sure where she was any more, but feeling gloriously relieved, everywhere in her body.

A big hand swatted her smartly on the ass. "Okay, time to get to work. Better take a shower before you start in, kiddo."

"We'll take up where we left off later," said the

woman, and smacked Joyce soundly on the lips with her cunt-smelling, piss-tasting mouth, and Joyce was left alone in the bathroom in this strange, alien house.

She sat right down and cried. She sat down on the cold porcelain of the toilet and wept great hot tears the moment they were gone. This hadn't been sex as she'd ever known it before. This was perversion, a quick happening between total strangers who indulged their innermost dirty desires and then went on about their business as if nothing had happened at all. This was the most disgusting hour she'd ever spent in her life. She would surely never get over this, and she would surely never get her body clean again. And yet she had to go on, and her first step was to stagger up off the stool and toward the shower, just as her degrading tormentor had told her to do.