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CHAPTER EIGHT

Joyce was still smiling to herself in a very superior manner as she mounted the slide she'd taken on Mr. Perkins and ran the tests. She had proven to her satisfaction that she wasn't the only person m the world who was vulnerable to the sexual compulsion. She no longer felt so guilty about having given in to the doctor and his receptionist. She felt she had acted relatively sanely, and had succumbed to their advances primarily because of her weariness and the unexpectedness of the situation. Best of all, most important of all, she felt she could successfully turn aside the inevitable sexual advances of Dr. Morgan and Emily Beresford. She finished the test, concluding that Mr. Perkins' problem was symptomatic

of overuse of his penis rather than misuse of it. And with the end of this test, Dr. Joyce Carruthers' day came to an end.

The work she had done was largely routine, and yet she had completed her first day of working with patients. Certainly she'd erred in straying from her appointed duties as a physician to daily with her employer and his receptionist, and certainly she shouldn't have taken things as far as she had with Mr. Perkins. But she had gotten through the day without making any medical errors, and she felt proud of herself for this. Now she needed a nice warm bath, a change into clean and comfortable clothing, and a large chair to curl up in where she could read the latest medical journals. She felt she could attain her evening of relaxation, for the other two people who worked in the offices were nowhere to be seen. Probably they'd gone off to Miss, Beresford's apartment for more indulgence of their oversexed appetites, and that was fine with Joyce. She needed no help from them in getting settled here in Roseville. A bath and a book and a few hours alone, and she'd go out for a stroll. Find a nice little restaurant and have a solitary dinner with a glass of wine, then wander through the town that she would come to know so well in the next year. Finally, seven solid hours of sleep in her bed-all by herself. But first and foremost, that bath, and the donning of some panties.

Joyce was smiling, feeling serene as she went through the hallway and opened the door to her room. Less than a second later she was in a struggle for the remnants of her dignity, furious and at the same time frightened by the strong arms that held her from behind and by the leering feminine face

before her.

Dr. Morgan was obviously naked. Joyce could tell that from the big hard cock that lay up through the groove of her spine. All Miss Beresford had on was the skimpy underwear Joyce had felt through her uniform. The bra was white lace, practically transparent, and her panties were such an exaggerated bikini cut that they were really little more than a white G-string. Even as Joyce struggled in Dr. Morgan's firm grip, she couldn't help but be impressed by the renewed size and vigor in his cock. Even as she tried to twist away from Miss Beresford's reaching hands, she couldn't help but be stricken by the voluptuous, show-girl proportions of the grinning woman.

"Let me go!" Joyce protested. "I won't let you two do anything to me again.

"Fine," said the doctor, easily holding her captive. "We don't want you to let us do anything to you. We want to play a little game called rape, and you're it."

"'Don't. Please. All I want is to take a bath and go to bed."

"Take a bath?" Miss Beresford asked. She leaned close and buried her face briefly in Joyce's hair. "Why should you? You smell divine, and I'm sure your pussy tastes even better than your hair smells."

She took Joyce by the shoulders and laid her mouth on hers. Her lips were warm and soft and large. Her tongue was slippery and probing and seducing. But now Joyce was determined not to be seduced by anything either of them might do to her. She kept her jaws clamped firmly shut so that the delving, probing tongue could encounter only teeth. She gave it no chance to get at the sensitive

buds of her own tongue.

Still the tongue of the lesbian kept pushing and sliding over her mouth. She couldn't turn her head away. It was securely held in the crook of Dr. Morgan's neck. Miss Beresford seemed quite complacent about being barred from entering Joyce's mouth. She seemed content to slip and slide her tongue over Joyce's taut lips and to tickle the tip of her tongue over Joyce's gums. Her hands were now on Joyce's tits, and her tits were on Joyce's tits as well. It felt as if there was no covering at all on Miss Beresford's heavily pushing breasts as she leaned against Joyce and worked her hands in between the two pair of tits. Her long fingers knew where to touch Joyce, knew how to try and stimulate her against her wishes, and her big soft breasts were striving with equal ease toward exciting that part of the young intern. Down below, Miss Beresford's thigh-as large as a man s, but infinitely softer and more tapered-was thrusting and moving against Joyce's crotch. In her first panic, Joyce hadn't closed her legs, and so access to her most sensitive parts had been made all the easier for this woman she'd just met the night before. The softness of her thigh made it mold to Joyce's little crotch, covering her cringing cunt with softly vibrant warmth and softness. The entire front of Joyce's body was being seductively assailed by soft femininity, while behind her she was being pushed and prodded and moved toward excitement by the hardness of the male body.

Her senses were beginning to dizzy. It was getting difficult to breathe. She thought she might faint from lack of oxygen, when at last those soft, Perfumed lips were taken stickily away from hers, and sweet, sweet air rushed into her lungs while the

evilly beautiful face of the lesbian came blurrily into focus once again.

"God, she's got a sweet little mouth," said the big brunette, licking her glistening lips with a tongue that had tasted so much of Joyce's body already.

"She's sort of sweet all over," said the doctor, squirming and rubbing his big cock up Joyce's stiff spine.

"Perverts," Joyce managed to say, just before those perfumed lips came down to cover hers once again. She saw it coming this time and was able to take a deep breath. She was prepared to resist the softly demanding mouth on hers for a long time this time, but before she was really into the resistance, that mouth was taken away again.

"Mm-rn-rn-rn," Miss Beresford murmured. "Her mouth's getting sweeter still. I can taste her pussy in it."

"You probably smell it," Joyce said as distastefully as she could. "I'm just filthy. I need a bath."

"We know what you need, Joycie," said the doctor as he worked up her skirt with the movements of his cock.

"And I know what I need," said Miss Beresford, and again the big brunette sank to her knees before the little blonde.

"Oh, no-o-o-o," Joyce moaned as her skirt was lifted, her tufted crotch exposed to the hot gaze of the powerfully beautiful woman before her.

Joyce was able to close her legs now that her cunt wasn't being massaged by Miss Beresford's

silken leg. She was able to lock her little legs together to prevent entry of any part of the lesbian's lusting body from her fingers to that terribly seductive tongue. But behind her, Dr. Morgan was easily able to lift her up off the floor. Her feet dangled several inches above the carpet in the little apartment as she was held there by her arms. Her shoulders twinged with the pain of supporting her entire body weight, while below her, Miss Beresford's strong, soft fingers pried at her legs, seeking warmth and moisture and sensitivity that Joyce so desperately craved to keep hidden from this demanding, humiliating couple.

Miss Beresford's hands went rippling, tingling down the outer sides of Joyce's legs as the big brunette said, "She's got a terrific little shape. Do you think she's a virgin, Phil?" she asked, getting fully involved in the disgusting rape game they were playing.

"She won't be by the time we get done with her."

"By the time we get done with her," the lesbian went on, caressing Joyce's bare legs, "she'll be all the way turned on to sex. Shell love cock and she'll love pussy. She'll love to fuck and she'll love to suck, and she won't care if it's a man or a woman who she's sucking or fucking with. We're doing her a big favor by liberating her now."

"You filthy goddamned perverts!" Joyce spat. "The only favor you'd do for me is to turn yourselves in for psychotherapy. Dr. Morgan, if this goes any farther at all, I'm turning you in myself, to the American Medical Association. You might be able to convince them I was a party to the sex we had up till now, but this is out and out

rape, and you can lose your license for that."

"That's it," he said with a laugh. "Play the game with us, Joyce. It makes it all the better. Here, let me help you play it," he said, and released one grip on her to reach around and rip her smock open.

"I'm not playing!" she shouted. "I'm serious about turning you in!" she screamed, and his only reply was another laugh, and the tearing open of her dress.

He shredded it open right down the front. He laid bare her brassiered breasts and her bare cunt with one sweep of his powerful hand, while Joyce screamed and struggled in his grip. The arm that he'd released was too cramped and sore from its confinement for her to make decent use of it, but still she tried to beat at her tormentor and claw at his arm. He easily dodged her fingernails and by the time he'd caught her wrist once again, Miss Beresford's tongue was invading the humid privacy of her cunt.

The kneeling lesbian had her thumbs on the inside of Joyce's knees. The balls of her thumbs were pressed against that very sensitive spot, and it took very little pressure from her thumbs to make Joyce cease her struggles to get her legs together again and keep the seeking tongue from finding her clitoris.

Joyce's clitoris was right there where it always was and at this moment it seemed that it should be easier to find than ever, for it was definitely swollen and reaching out for some kind of contact. It was an untrustworthy part of her body. It had a mind of its own, or more accurately, no mind at all, and it therefore responded to the touch against Joyce's most determined wishes. A pair of panties that were too tight, her finger innocently

scratching an itch, a bicycle seat-any of these things could make that utterly brainless part of he sit up and take instant notice. No wonder it was sitting up so very erectly now as the pressure near it was being delivered by an individual who knew exactly how to stimulate a clitoris in the most exciting way imaginable.

Miss Beresford's tongue was moving all around Joyce's clit. It was moving in circles, and not necessarily converging ones. One moment it would be right on the edge of giving the young intern's clitoris the touch it was screaming for, and the next it would have, strayed on to casually probe through the folds of her pussy. One moment that firmly pointed tongue was actually within the rapidly moistening slit of Joyce's cunt, and the next it would have found more interest in her curly blonde pubic hair. It was moving in wide circles all around Joyce's clit without quite touching it. That tongue wanted to touch her clit, for that tongue was a lesbian tongue with all the strange and perverted tastes of the lesbian, and yet it was refraining from touching and tasting what it craved for. That tongue was very deliberately trying to drive Joyce out of her mind, and it was doing a fair job of succeeding.

She hung in the arms of the laughing man behind her, feebly kicking and struggling, while the lesbian kneeling before her calmly went about the business of washing her loins with her tongue. She wept and cursed and threatened, and the doctor continued to hold her and laugh, and his receptionist continued to tickle her with fiendishly wonderful torment with her tongue. The hair of Joyce's head was all down over her face and the hair of her pussy was all swirly and matted with

the saliva of the lesbian, while her dumb little clit silently begged for more of this awful, degrading treatment.

One swipe of Miss Beresford's tongue and Joyce's body all but surrendered completely to the already completed surrender of her cit. It had been an accidental swipe of the lesbian's tongue, but it had shown her clitoris a brief glimpse of the heavenly delights it might know if the woman had her way with her all the way. One touch and her clit was not just surrendering but reaching out for more of it, and her body was helping it by arching in forward the doctor s arms.

But her mind was still in her possession, and she continued to hurl her threats at the pair holding her prisoner, while at the same time the doctor murmured his-slyly calculated words to drive her further toward surrender and subsequent insanity.

"Yeah, she's a hot one. Once she feels a cock in her, she'll never be able to get enough. She won't tell her folks on us. She's more likely to be using her tongue to suck us than to go blabbing to the authorities about a little rape.

"I'll tell! I swear I will!" Joyce cried, and then she moaned, "Uu-u-u.u-u-oooooh-h-h-h," as at last the beautiful woman on her knees before her laced her tongue around her clit and gave her the perfect sweet stimulation she'd been craving for all of her young life.

"Uu-u-u-u-u-ooooh-h-h-h, Gawd, that feels good!" she moaned, and spread her legs as widely as the beautiful lesbian's hands would permit and shoved her bursting clit between the woman's sucking lips. She looked down through eyes that were filled with tears of joyful bliss now, and she

saw that utterly beautiful face turn this way and that for the long, pointed tongue to tickle and probe at her clit. She saw the pinkly glistening lips encircle her there and suck on her clit, making it even larger and more sensitive than before, and she moaned with joy and undulated her hips for the lesbian in the most sensuous way she possibly could.

Behind her, the man was helping her. He'd pulled the shreds of her dress from between them and now she could feel even more of his naked cock with the nudity of her constantly writhing, hot little body. He was helping her with his loins, pushing his wonderful big cock against the crack of her ass and thus presenting her hot little cunt to the lesbian's mouth in the perfect fashion for the homosexual kisses that Joyce so craved. And he was saying wonderful things to her that reassured her now as she built toward one soft orgasm after another, each building and growing to the overflowing pot at the end of the sexual rainbow that she'd sought for all of her eighteen innocent years.

"You like being sucked off by a lesbian? Are you going to like my fucking you as much?"

"Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s," Joyce purred, twisting and pushing with her hips, finding new ways and angles to present her stimulated clit for the lesbian's sucking kisses.

"And you're going to keep quiet about this, aren't you. Instead of going to your parents, you re going to come back to us for more hot sex, aren't you?"

"Yes. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s," Joyce sighed, her little body in a lovely warm sexual sweat now as her pores opened up with the further opening of the

lubricating glands in her hot little cunt.

"And you want us to fuck you, don't you, Joyce. You want both of us to fuck you, suck you, on and on, over and over."

"Goddamn right I did," she muttered, flowering everywhere in her body, feeling gloriously alive and free of the restraining bonds that had prevented her from finding this joy before in her life.

"She's getting with it now, Emily," Phil announced.

"You don't have to tell me. I can taste it," said Emily, and Joyce joined in the dirty little laughter, even though the wonderful tickling tongue had been taken out of her twat for the Lesbian to utter her words.

She was standing up now, looming huge and beautiful before the joyfully wilting girl, her mouth all wet from Joyce's cunt juice. "You like having a lesbian suck you off, little girl?" Emily asked.

In reply, Joyce slung her arms about the woman's neck and kissed her full on the mouth. Phil had released her now, for now she was one of them, a full partner in all the wonderful delights to come. So she was able to put her all into the kiss, able to feel Emily's soft, soft shoulders with her arms and feel her silken hair with her hands and-best of all-feel her wonderfully able mouth with hers.

That mouth was all wet and stinky from her cunt. It was slippery and juicy, and Joyce's eagerly sucking mouth slid over it in a delightful way as the two of them swapped tongues. The petite blonde clung to the big brunette and kissed her deeply and passionately, hotly and sexily, while she ground her little titties against the big cushions

of the lesbian's tits and pushed her dripping, open twat up against the big mound that pushed forward from between Emily's ample hips. It was sinful and degrading, perverted and forbidden, and Joyce absolutely reveled in it.

Joyce continued to mouth and suck at the smiling lips as Emily drew back her head and said, "Your mouth is even sweeter now. And I dig your little titties."

Phil had been playing with them from behind, reaching around her and digging the balls of his fingers into the bulging sides of them while she'd been swapping tongues with Emily. Now the good doctor took his hands away to make room for the fingers of the alluring lesbian. Those fingers plucked and pulled at Joyce's titties while she watched, breathless with excitement and tingling with desire for more. She was unwilling to miss a thing now. She watched through greedy eyes while those long feminine fingers rolled and pinched her hard little nipple buds. The fingers could make them feel like clitorises there on her round white titties. She watched, dizzy with desire, while Phil's hands played about her hips and her hands kneaded the softness of Emily's full shoulders.

"I like to suck titties," Emily said, licking her beautiful lips, looking at the hot flesh in her hands through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Do it. Do it," Joyce moaned, thrusting herself into the lesbian's cupped hands, pushing her tits up for more of the soft pinchings.

"Do you like to play with tits, too?" said Phil's voice behind her ear. "A pair of big tits is so fucking pretty that I know you like to play with them. And Emily's tits are the biggest, and the prettiest. Show her your tits, Emily. Go on."

"I don't think I should," said the big brunette, and she took her hands from Joyce's pulsing breasts to cover her own lightly clad tits with them. "After all, we don't want to corrupt her too much. Only eighteen and all," she said, and hitched up a bra strap, and somehow managed to let it slip down over her big white shoulder.

Her tit was so big that it almost fell out of her bra. Joyce stared at the big, creamy mound, clenched fists at her side, while Emily purred, "Once she starts playing with my tits, she'll wind up sucking 'em, kissing, 'em, licking 'em just like a baby. And she's too old to be a baby."

"She's old enough to suck cunt," said Phil, and Joyce's hands, shaking badly, slowly rose to hover before the big thrusting tits of the near-nude woman standing before her.

"She'll be sucking my cunt soon," said Emily, nodding sagely, almost making Joyce nod with her as she stood hypnotized by the two big lovely things before her, so thinly clad, so much like her own, but so much larger.

"Don't think ahead, just act now," Phil murmured, his hands on her titties again. "Tomorrow never comes. Do what you want to now, and the hell with tomorrow. Uncover those big jugs, Joyce. Take off Emily's bra and kiss those big beauties."

Joyce could barely reach around the big woman at first, but when Emily took her in her arms and hugged her strongly, she found she was quite able to reach the single hook that held her bra in place. Then she wanted more than anything else to end the delightfully sexy kiss, just so she would be able to completely bare the big jugs that were so close to being naked, and that were so close to her. Only

the unhooked bra separated their bare tits now, and Joyce had to see them, feel them, kiss them. But Emily's anus were strong, and in a way, her mouth was even stronger. Joyce feebly struggled in her arms, not to get away now by any means, but just to break loose long enough to feast her eyes on the big tits pressed against her before she got her little hands and her little mouth on them. Emily's mouth was so sweet, so sucking. It reminded her of her pussy, all wet and open, being sucked by this very woman s mouth. It reminded her of all the orgasms she'd ever had in her life, and it made her feel she was capable of experiencing every one of them again, all at the same time.

Just the thought of that gave her a deep, sudden strength, and she used this strength to wrench her mouth away from the soft wetness and lower it at once to the waiting mounds of flesh.

The nipples were up hard, and they were as big as the ends of her thumbs as Joyce madly went from one to the other with her pursed and panting lips. She had to sweep her tousled hair out of the way to get at the succulent, puckered flesh that awaited her hungry kisses. She sucked the nipples and she licked the velvety smooth flesh, wildly aroused, helped along by the big cock that was sliding up through her open legs from behind, rubbing against her itching twat: Her kisses were loud and wet, but still she could hear their laughing voices quite clearly as they spoke above her head.

"Christ, she just loves sucking tit, Phil."

"Who doesn't? She loves sucking cock, too, but it's tit that interests her now. Is it good, Emily? Is she getting you off?"

"Yeah, she's good. Inexperienced, clumsy, but good. Mmm-m-m-m. And getting better. I wish

she'd bite 'em a little. Then I'd really get… OH! Oh, yes, honey! Just hold my nipple between your teeth like that and whip the end of it with your tongue. Oh-h-h-h, too much! Shit, I'm right on the verge of coming! Can you imagine, Phil? Wonderful mouth on this sexy girl. What things we'll teach her. Feel how hot you're getting me, Joyce?"

Joyce's hand was taken in that of the lesbian and guided into a pair of very tight bikini panties. It was all hairy there. The hair extended well up above the taut elastic waistband of the well-packed panties, and it grew densely thicker as Joyce's hand went deeper inside the flimsy little nylon garment that had so much packed into it. There were big cuntlips there, quite in proportion to the cushiony lips of Emily's mouth, and those cuntlips were all slippery wet with the juices of sex. Joyce could smell it everywhere now through her flaring nostrils as she continued to madly suck and mouth at Emily's nipples. She was biting them too, just as her lesbian lover wanted her to do, and now a new thrill coursed through her when she closed her fingers on Emily's clit, and made the lesbian come.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, shit!" Emily exploded, her big body quivering and undulating everywhere now as the trigger was touched and the bomb in her that had been ticking ever faster went off. "Oh, God, rub it hard and kiss it," Emily panted, moving her body in a way that could drive Joyce mad. "Get rid of these fucking panties so you can kiss my hot cunt like a big girl, like a woman," she muttered, and Joyce's hand was rasped by the cloth as it was ripped down from the lesbian's loins.