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CHAPTER SIX

Mrs. Green was an attractive young woman, fairly bursting with the glowing good health that so frequently comes with a pregnancy. She was about six months along, with a nice little round bulge to her otherwise slender figure. She spoke with excited animation about her impending blessed event as she began to remove her clothing. Joyce listened, smiling, asking a few questions, still trying to regain her composure. The young mother-to-be chattered happily away as she stripped off her maternity clothes, and as each garment was removed, Joyce found it more and more difficult to regain that composure she'd lost in the hall.

It was Mrs. Green's first pregnancy. Joyce knew that without being told, for there were absolutely

no stretch marks on her body. She was obviously a young woman who normally had a fine firm set of tits, and now this fineness and firmness was exaggerated by her condition. They were filling with milk. They weren't as big as Miss Beresford's

tits, but they were much, much firmer. They stood out from her body all by themselves, without any support whatsoever. It seemed almost impossible that they could jut so strongly with those fully rounded undersides and the big full cones so heavily laden with nourishment for the child inside her womb. The nipples themselves were as upstanding and firm as if she'd been all hot and excited with sexual desire. The fleeting notion kept bothering Joyce that perhaps Miss Beresford had been playing with Mrs. Green's titties out in the hall, though Joyce knew that was impossible. All Mrs. Green cared about was her husband and her child. She was a supremely healthy young woman, and the very concept of lesbianism was surely totally alien to her. She was not a woman like Dr. Joyce Carruthers.

Standing there in nothing but her panties, she laughed as she looked down at herself, and she said, "I don't think I'll have any trouble feeding the little rascal when he comes."

"Are your breasts sore at all?" Joyce asked, moving closer, glad now for the opportunity to stare straight at the thrusting loveliness on her proud chest.

"A little, but it's not bad," said the young expectant mother, and smoothed her fingertips over her whitely bulging flesh and the rough pink nipples on the ends of her breasts.

A tiny droplet of white appeared against the ruddy pink of her nipple, and Joyce's knees went

weak with sudden lust. She wanted to swoop down on it with her mouth and lick it off, tasting the heady flavor of basic womanhood.

"Look!" said Mrs. Green, squeezing again. "My first milk!"

"And much more to come," Joyce murmured, and reached out her hand.

That hand was trembling, but Mrs. Green didn't notice it. Smiling so proudly, she removed her hand and let that of the young female doctor touch her incredibly warm, tight flesh to gently squeeze out yet another droplet of whiteness.

"Does the soreness… bother you a great deal?" Joyce asked as she drew still more of the richness out with her moistening fingers.

"Nothing bothers me now, except that I wish the baby would come sooner than it will," Mrs. Green replied, utterly fascinated by the fingers working so softly on her nipple.

"Patience," said Joyce, and she was compelled to touch both of the full, naked breasts before her, smoothly feeling their taut roundness, coaxing more of the erotic white droplets forward.

Her eyes were hungry, and her mouth was too. The situation was getting dangerous. Seconds more, and she'd be compelled to lick the white away. Instead, she deftly wiped off much of the mother's milk from those pink nipples with her fingers as she withdrew her hands from them. She turned her back on her first patient as if to wipe her fingers on a tissue. But instead, she licked them clean of the mother's milk, and her fluttering stomach softly rumbled for more of the erotic taste.

Joyce had to turn back for another look at those jutting, quivering tits. When she did, they were

pointed downward, for young Mrs. Green was in the process of stripping off her panties. The woman was blithely unaware of her doctor's unnatural interest in her. Quite proudly and unashamedly she stood erect, altogether nude, with the round ball of her belly there to awaken even a newer surge of erotic interest in the young blonde physician.

Again there were no stretch marks at all on her pure, slim hips. She hadn't gained an ounce beyond that in her titties and her belly. Joyce had seen a many pregnant women before, quite routinely. But now, this one held a strange and special fascination for her. It was as if she'd swallowed a volleyball with no ill effects. Quite the contrary, that firm roundness in her tummy produced the very titillating effect of flagrant eroticism. Joyce had to wipe her sweating palms on the back of her smock as she told the naked young woman to lie down on the examination table.

Joyce listened at her abdomen with a stethoscope and she examined her vagina as Mrs. Green lay there chattering about the joys of motherhood. But in Joyce's mind, abdomen and vagina were not the words she used. Mrs. Green had a sexy little round tummy, in Joyce's mind. And in Joyce's mind, that was a hot little cunt between her legs, not a vagina. That orifice that had accepted Mr. Green's cock and his sperm some six months before was as pinkly healthy as the rest of her body. The flesh there seemed almost as taut as the white flesh of her tits. Her clitoris was very clearly visible, and Joyce felt almost ill with the desire to touch her tongue to it, to taste it, to thrill this woman even more than her husband had thrilled her. But she remained professional because she had

to remain that way. She didn't let the silky pink beauty of Mrs. Green's twat seduce her, she didn't let the musky scent of her slit inebriate her. She did her job, she ran the routine examination in orderly fashion, and she maintained her poise and composure until she had Mrs. Green dressed and out of the examining room. Then she sat down at the little desk, slumped forward against it. She parted her legs and nicked up her skirt and began to play with her burning, itching cunt.

Without any pants on, it was easy enough to do. Her cuntlips were all dewy wet with her oily moisture even before she touched them, and in moments more her fast-rubbing fingers had the slickness spread on her loins and hair and down to her asshole as she grinned down at her highly necessary masturbation.

She hadn't been able to actually seduce Mrs. Green with her body and her tongue, but she'd done it in her mind, and for now that was almost as good. The brief and intimate contact with the young mother had excited Joyce enormously, and now she could use her mind in conjunction with her fingers in order to get the satisfaction she needed. Rubbing her twat, pulling and pushing at her wonderfully throbbing clit, she had to chuckle at herself. She was a lesbian, and it was high time she admitted that to herself, she had good times in bed with men, but it was really women that excited her. She'd proved that to herself beyond the shadow of a doubt with Mrs. Green's unknowing assistance. Those foolish young nurses had been the first hint of her homosexuality. The beautiful Miss Beresford had seen that hint and brought it closer to the surface. And now a young pregnant woman confirmed Joyce's deep-seated

lesbianism. She looked down at her twat, all pink and glistening and very nearly as beautiful as Mrs. Green's had been, and she rubbed it more erotically still. Bones and tendons permitting, she would bend down and lick that cunt. She'd suck her own clitoris and wallow in the taste of hot pussy, if only she could. Better yet, she'd lick Miss Beresford's cunt, just as she'd promised to do in her moment of madness in the hall. She'd do that as so on as she could, completely confirming her lust for her own sex. She'd do it just as soon as her fingers brought her a little of the satisfaction she had to have before her legs would carry her to her wonderful woman lover.

And then a wonderful thing happened to Joyce. Either an angel or an imp of. Satan sent Miss Beresford to her, just when she needed her most, just when her mouth was watering for its first taste of hot pussy. Joyce heard the doorknob turn and quickly looked up at it, knowing full well Emily Beresford had divined her need and was coming to fill it. She was so sure that it was Miss Beresford and not some patient entering the room that she opened her legs wider and was even more flagrant about her masturbating there in the examining room. Her legs were wide apart and her fingers were squelching as they slid up and down through her slick wet slit. She was grinning just as crookedly and sexily as Emily did as the door opened, and in walked Dr. Philip Morgan.

"No-o-o-o-o," Joyce moaned, quivering on the brink of an orgasm as the tall, handsome man paused, grinning down at her by the door.

"Didn't get enough this morning, eh?" he said, and shut the door behind him.

"No. No, you don't understand," she pleaded,

close to fainting from the dizzying feelings flooding through her as she closed her thighs hard on her shamefully placed hand.

"I understand what it is you need," he said, and whipped open his white physician's smock.

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to. Please go and leave me alone, Doctor," she mumbled, ready to die of embarrassment, and too weak with her shameful lust to even rise from the little swivel chair.

"I'm an expert when it comes to handling accident cases," he said, and a hot shiver went up Joyce's spine in unison with the zipper of his fly being drawn down.

He reached inside and took his cock out. It wasn't fully hard, but it loomed large before Joyce's glazed gaze. It was like a big, limp finger curling down from the dark fabric of his trousers. And even as she gazed at it, it straightened slowly up to point its long thickness directly and accusingly at her.

"Suck me off a little," he said, "and then I'll give you what you need, Doc."

"Yes. Yes," she murmured, and her cunt-wet fingers closed around the hot hardness of his cock, and her watering mouth found its luscious flavor to be far more stimulating than the pussy she'd been thinking about licking.

In fact, pussy was the farthest thing from her mind now as she lavishly sucked on that big cock in her little mouth. It filled up her mouth. She rolled it around over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, much like a child with an all-day sucker, while he patted her head and chuckled at her. She didn't mind what he was saying to her. He could degrade her any way he chose to, just as long

as he didn't take that lovely hard meat out of her mouth.

"Yeah, you took to sucking cock in a hurry. Nothing like having a couple of good cocksuckers in the office. Suck, baby. Lick it up good, and suck that big cock," he said as he swayed toward her on his toes, and stroked the shaft of the cock in her mouth with his hand.

She did as he said. She sucked it and licked it good, wildly thinking ahead when she'd have it in her cunt. He'd once said he would soon make it cream in her face. His hand, combined with her mouth and tongue, now threatened to do that. If he was as hot as she was, in moments the big cock would be erupting in her mouth, then squirting its heavy load against her face, depriving her cunt of what it so badly needed. His balls were so big and soft and warm in her fondling hands that she knew he had a lot of pent-up semen in his body. Something within her, however, told her that this man couldn't be so cruel as to spend his jism against her face when she needed it so badly in her cunt.

He swayed back on his heels, chuckling and muttering with the pleasure she was giving him. She followed him, cheeks sunken in with her suckings, tongue eager to taste all she could of his heavily meaty flavor before he dragged it out of her mouth and shoved it up in her belly. She followed him, leaning forward, and the swivel chair slipped back on its casters and clattered against the wall behind her, leaving her to fall to her knees on the hard floor. Still she kept on sucking that lovely big cock which held such promise for her. Her tongue kept swirling over its swollen head and her tongue tip delved in its little gaping mouth for

more of its sticky sweet saltiness even as she fell to her knees before him.

"You get better at cocksucking all the time, Doc," he said. "I'd like to prolong it, but we've got patients waiting. You about ready to get fucked, Joyce?"

"Mmm-hmmm!" she said, mouth full of cock, nodding her pretty little blonde head.

Her lips tried vainly to hold it in as he backed off with his hips. Worshipfully cupping his balls in her hands, her swollen lips smacked off the bulbous end of his cock as he pulled it out of her mouth. Her pussy was screaming for it and she was too weak to get up off her knees and climb it. He leaned forward again, skidding his wet cockhead over her flushed and feverish face, smearing it with the goo she'd sucked out of it.

"Get up and bend over the table, and I'll give it to you good," he said.

"Help me," she panted. "Help me up.

"We haven't got all day," he said as he hauled her to her feet. "We've got patients to see to, and the Hippocratic oath doesn't say anything about us doctors taking fuck breaks. Assume the position, Joyce," he said, and pushed her belly down on the table.

She clung to its edge with both hands. Pussy seething hotly, she spread her legs for him to take her from behind. "Dog-fashion," she panted. "Yes, give it to me dog-fashion. Fuck me like the dogs do it!"

"Why not? You're a nice enough bitch," he said, and slapped something thick and warm and buttery up into the crack of her ass.

"What are you doing? Stop that!" she said as he rubbed it in there, pushing more of it inside her

asshole.

He could hold her down with one hand while he greased the inside of her rectum with the fingers of the other. She was all but helpless. She could kick back at him and try to twist around, but all this was quite in vain, for he held her securely on the table. She couldn't scream, much as she wanted to, or her entire career as a physician would be over with before it was properly started. All she could do was quake with outraged indignation and kick and squirm while he pushed and pulled his well-greased finger in and out of her asshole.

"You're not going to do this to me! I won't permit it!" she hissed.

"Shut up," he replied, and then an even greater horror overcame her as she felt a finger much larger than those on his hand anointing her asshole with the lubricant.

"Don't! Please! Just fuck me right! I.. I sucked you off, didn't U"

"Yeah, but what have you done for me lately," he said, and he chuckled as he pushed harder with that big wedge on her cringing but slippery asshole.

"You'll tear me! It's so big!"

"I have sutures here. God damn," he muttered. "It really is tight, but it won't be for long. Well stretch you," he said, "Until you're able to take Emily's horsecock up there. Ah-h-h-h!"

"0-H-H-H-H," Joyce moaned in reply as the monstrous big cock was pushed inside her despite her every effort to keep that part of her body tensed against this unwanted violation.

The pain was sharp, searing, and it went on and on as he pushed more and more of his cock into her ass. He was softly grunting with the pleasure this was affording him, quite unmoved by Joyce's

sobs of pain and humiliation as she lay across the examination table. Her head flew back as he began to pull it out, for now the pain had altered, stimulating new nerve endings in a new and even more torturous manner. She felt that her guts were being drawn out through her asshole. His cock seemed enormously long, as if it would never complete the long, dragging exit from between her small white asscheeks. Only when it was out of her would she be able to breathe again, and that had to happen soon, she thought, as inch after inch of the thick, hard cock was dragged back out of her tensed and sweating body. And then, just when she could feel the big ridge of his cock being pulled back against the tight ring of her sphincter, he changed course and pushed the thing back in her again.

"No, no, no-o-o-o-o," she moaned, robbed of all her strength, too hurt and degraded to even weep now. She went totally limp across the little table. Those two strong hands that had been holding her down now softened in her flesh and repositioned her slightly, while the wielder of that huge cock up her ass smoothly and slowly worked it in and out of her.

"There," he said. "It's better when you relax, isn't it?"

"Get it over with. Just get it over with. Oh. Oh, God-d-d."

"Tight and hot. It'll never be this tight again. Still hurt a little?"

"Yes. It's terrible. Hurry. Get it over with, damn you!"

"Better let you rest for a minute," he said, and he stopped those deep poking of his cock in her asshole.

She lay there panting and letting the pain recede. It vanished quickly without the constant thick friction of him inside her. Joyce was still trying to catch her breath when her anus began to itch. She squirmed a bit to assuage the minor irritation against the big cock inside her, and it felt considerably better. The itch didn't disappear, but it did feel better, and then it felt better still when she squirmed a bit more, and rubbed her very taut anal tissues against the scratching post of his cock.

Joyce grasped the table's edge with both hands for better purchase and squirmed her hips some more, rubbing harder still and longer still against the cock inside her. Miraculously, it was fitting her quite properly now, and there wasn't even a hint of pain as she managed to slide her stretched anus over an inch or two of hard prick. It was luxurious to scratch that itch, and the luxury grew with the extent of the itch. By tilting her hips up and down and arching her back, she could scratch her itch in a wonderful way. By sliding back and forth across the table, she could make the itch spread more widely over her upturned white ass and make it tingle with the deep-seated pleasure of satiation and simultaneous stimulation.

"Ooh. Ooh-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h-h!" She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she basked in the pleasures of spreading the itch and then titillating it deeply. Her asshole was all relaxed and puckered nicely around the big hard cock in it, and it slid easily over its greased surface. Her pleasures were growing so nicely that for a moment or two she thought his cock was hr her twat, though that part of her was up against the edge of the padded table and finding a very nice massage of its own. She rubbed her twat against the table's edge and at the

same time worked her truly delightful itch against the cock in her asshole, and she smiled and sighed, "Ooh. Ooh-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h."

"I think you've rested enough," he said, and began to move again. "Feeling better?"

"Gawd. Feels wonderful."

"You like getting fucked in the ass, eh? I'm really fucking the shit out of you now, and you're liking it."

"Never thought I would," she said, gasping and panting as the itch grew to a fiery sensation, quite wonderful and quite addicting. "Deeper. Fuck me deeper and harder."

"Where?" he asked, sliding slowly and easily and very tightly, with his strong hands holding her hips as they should.

"Right in my ass," she muttered coarsely. "Fuck me right in the ass, Phil. Do it hard. Make me come!"

"Like this?" he said, and really started to move.

He hauled his cock all the way back and shoved it into her up to the hilt. On the outstroke, she could feel the big ridge of his cockhead swelling the tight ring of her asshole, and at the end of his in stroke his hard, hairy pubic mound was smacking her there. Deep as they were, his strokes were rapid, too. With his feet planted firmly on the floor and with the good hold he had on her hips, he could put all his manly strength into the sodomy he was performing on the little blonde intern. And with her body spread eagled on the solidly placed examination table, she could take all he had without tiring, no matter how fast and furious the orgasms were coming to her.

BANG! BANG! BANG! They were coming in a series now, giving her all the joy and more that

she'd missed since this wonderful dirty man had turned her on to his little world of sex and perversion. Over and over the orgasms ripped through her writhing body with such maddening frequency that she thought she'd go right put of her mind, and very gladly do so. The only thought left in her mind was to keep from crying out with the huge joys that were crashing through her, and thus alarm the patients and end those joys. She had to clamp her jaws shut and compress her lips tightly to keep from shouting and screaming the dirtiest of words, all in keeping with these wonderfully filthy and fanatically dirty joys she was finding in every jamming stroke of that big cock in her dumb little asshole.

She'd lived for almost a quarter of a century and had never realized what it was she had in her pants. Certainly there was a cunt there, and that cunt was made for pleasure more- than anything else. And certainly there was an asshole there, but that part of her had been almost totally wasted for all those years. She'd only used it to crap, and she'd been repelled by the thought of it as a sex organ. Now she was finding out that this was a part of the body she kept covered with panties that was made as much for sex as her cunt was. Wild. A whole new discovery, and what a perfectly delightful one. It was the dirtiest thing that had happened to her in her life, and she absolutely loved it.

His fingers clutching more deeply at her soft little wiggling hips gave her a preview of what he said. "I'm gonna come. Yeah. Oh, baby, here it comes!"

"Give it to me. Oh, give it to me!" she said in her throaty growl, and she found newer and better ways to wiggle her bottom. She found ways that

she'd never been taught, ways that milked his wonderfully throbbing cock and stripped it of its juices as he arched back and kept up the good, good pumping while his cock spewed out a rich load of thick white semen in her brown, sucking asshole.

He stopped his pumping. He sighed contentedly and gave her a vulgar slap on her ass. He started pulling out his cock, and she could not stop herself from saying, "Don't go yet. Just leave it in a little longer.

He kept right on dragging out the big cock in her, saying as he did so, "It'll be in you a lot longer before you're done with your internship, Dr. Carruthers. But right now, we've got to get back to work."

She wanted to collapse and sleep for a week when he'd at last pulled his wonderful big cock all the way out of her tingling asshole. But he was right. There was work to do. It was bad enough to have sex in the middle of the working day, with patients waiting. It was even worse that the sex had been dirty sex, perverted sex. But to neglect her patients entirely while she took a nap was totally unthinkable.

Dr. Morgan helped her up off the table and left her alone in the room. The only one she could turn to for moral support around there, it seemed, was Dr. Joyce Carruthers.