For Betty Sue Swensen the morning was rather conventional, especially after the fiery lovemaking session she had participated in the night before with her own sister. She had expected to wake up singing, at the very least, love's old sweet song.
Instead, she had a hangover, brought on by drinking too much beer too late into the night, as well as from smoking some of Barbara's marijuana. Betty remembered that her sister called it "really good quality shit". Judging from the dragon-mouth coating her throat, it really was good quality shit, especially the beer.
Betty had never thought of her lesbian lovemaking with Babs as being perverted. On the contrary, it had just developed naturally between the two girls, being so close and all. It seemed to be the proper way for each of them to show how much they loved the other.
Still, Betty dragged through her chores, seeing Barbara off for lunch downtown and an afternoon of shopping. Erik, of course, was off in his own world.
As she dressed to leave for the hospital, Betty thought about how very quiet the house was, and how very much alone she was without her hanky handsome Johan to keep her safe and warm. The thought of him made her drive her car faster, and she pulled into the hospital parking lot in record time.
Walking down the hospital corridor, Betty Sue's mind was filled with her remembered vision of Dr. William Montgomery doing that incredible thing to his young woman patient. Betty Sue could not only envision the doctor eating the woman's cunt out, she could actually hear the slurping, sibilant sounds of his mouth and tongue, moving around inside the woman's gaping open cuntal lips. And, worst of all, she could even smell the fetid fragrance of the woman's juicing pussy. To one as highly moral as Betty Sue, the sight had not only been disgusting, it had been positively sinful.
Still, she had to acknowledge a vague sensation deep within her belly against the mouth of her womb where Johan's big long Nordic dick had a very special nestling place. Her cunt spasmed as that particular thought registered in her brain and, for a moment, she was sure she could actually feel Johan's incredibly big and virile member forced full-length up into her altogether too empty cunt. She pushed open the door to Johan's room and smiled.
"Betty!" he said, happy to see her. Holding his arms wide, he pulled her to him in a familiar embrace. "I thought you'd never get here. I'm bored out of my mind locked up in this room."
"Silly," Betty Sue said, kissing him warmly, then moving back and holding his right hand warmly inside both of hers, "you're not locked up in here. This is a hospital, not a jailhouse."
"I was talking to Dr. Montgomery just last night, asking him how soon I could go back to work," Johan said.
Just like a man, Betty thought. All he can think of is going back to work. Doesn't he know how much I miss him at the house? Especially… that way… in bed. How much I miss his big hard cock up inside my belly and the way he holds me and makes love to me? Why didn't he say that, instead of wanting to go back to work?
"And what did he tell you, Johan?" she asked.
"Oh, he wouldn't say," Johan said, freeing her hand and taking it inside his, pulling her closer to the side of the bed. "A few more days. I've got to wait until all my tests are finished, so they can decide what happened to me."
"Probably just something I ate. Just not like me to pass out like that out cold on the floor in my department." Betty had been so intent up on listening to his words she hadn't noticed what he was doing with his hands, with her hands.
His cock told her what he was doing. It was hot and hard and feverish against her hand. He had pulled her hand beneath the sheet and right to his crotch, where his erection was waiting.
"Oh, God, Betty!" Johan said. "I want you so much. You don't know how painful it is, being in here, away from you. See? Just feel it. That's how much I want you. Just hold it a bit. Squeeze it, make me know you miss your big daddy thing!"
Embarrassed, Betty Sue's face turned red with her sudden blushing. She quickly looked over her shoulder toward the other bed to see if the other patient could see the wanton thing Johan was forcing her to do.
"Oh," she said, trying to smile, because she knew Johan would want her to hold his cock, "we mustn't, dear. Not here. Not like this. Someone might see us and…"
"Bullshit," Johan said, "give me some head! Just a little, Betty, please! You know I never ask you to do it, except when it's really necessary. I know you think it's wrong, but it really isn't. Go ahead, just kiss it on the end. Take just the head of it into your mouth and…"
Betty Sue pulled her hand away from Johan's big hard cock and stepped back from the bed, her blush deepening. "Silly," she said, fighting for composure, "you'll just have to wait until you get home. After all, it's as hard on me as it is on you. Believe it or not, I want you too… that way. You know…"
"Come on, baby," Johan persisted. "I swear my cock's going to explode if I don't get off soon. You've just got to help me cum."
"Oh, Johan!" Betty Sue said. "Stop it now! You're embarrassing me. If you keep this up, I'll just have to go back home."
"Well, kiss me at least," Johan said, opening his arms again, "before you go."
"Okay," Betty Sue said, moving toward the bed, "but no more tricks. Promise?"
"I promise," Johan said, pulling her down on top of him, his lips locking around hers, his tongue probing deeply and moving in an in-and-out fucking rhythm, leaving no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted to be doing with his big randy cock inside her juice slick pussy. He rolled his hips slightly until Betty Sue could feel the long fat form of his rigid cock pressing against the flat flesh of her belly. Her pussy spasmed again and flexed emptily, demanding her attention.
She pulled back from his embrace, breaking the kiss, and smiling at him again. "You're certainly feeling well enough to go home, dear," she said. "I do hope it'll be soon. Promise me you'll keep that until we can use it up in our bed."
"Oh, God," Johan said, groaning in genuine agony.
"Erik sends his love, dear," she said. "And so does Barbara Jean. In fact, she asked if she can come visit you one of these afternoons. I said it's okay. Do you mind?"
"No, Betty, I don't mind," he said, "but I'd rather see Erik."
"Never mind, you'll be home soon," Betty Sue said, blowing him a kiss from halfway across the room, knowing it would be dangerous to let him gab her again. "Bye for now, dear. Phone me if you need anything special."
Betty Sue almost collided with Dr. William Montgomery in the hospital corridor. As he looked up at her, recognition dawning in his eyes, he grinned evilly. Betty Sue was frightened by the sparkling gleam in his eyes.
Quickly, he gripped her arm tightly and pulled her into a room across the hallway. "I must have a few words with you, Mrs. Swensen," he said.
Sputtering, Betty Sue found herself propelled through a doorway into a small examination room. There was an automatic click behind them, like the sound of a door locking, but she didn't pay any attention to the sound, being so confused by the doctor's abrupt movements. He pushed her down onto an examining table and bent right over her, pushing her back and forcing her flat against the plastic padding.
"I realize it excited you, Mrs. Swensen," he said, "to watch me with that little tramp. It's Betty, isn't it? Such a nice name for such a nice, decent housewife."
Betty suddenly realized her arms had been bound by leather straps and that the doctor was raising her legs, fitting her feet into stirrups, the kind used for gynecological examinations.
Oh, God, NO! she thought. This can't be happening, none of it!
Whimpering like a little puppy, she said, "You beast, what do you think you're doing? I'll have you put in jail for this!"
"No you won't, my dear," he said, tying her feet to the cold chrome fixtures. No matter how hard she struggled, she was completely helpless, nearly spread-eagle, her ass tilted slightly upward and her legs spread almost painfully wide. "In fact, Betty, you're going to enjoy every minute of it. I'm leaving your mouth free, so you call out as bud as you want to. I don't care if you let everyone know what I'm doing. Scream! I'll just say you offered me payment in this fashion for taking care of your husband. Who do you think they'll believe, Betty, a prim housewife or a well-known professional man?"
Dr. Montgomery picked up a sharp scalpel and pulled Betty's skirt up out of the way, folding it back over her belly and looking down at her pretty pink panties. He smiled and began, humming as he cut them away, as if performing surgery, finally holding the shreds up for her to see before returning directly to her genitalia.
"You're so helpless, Betty," he said. "Just exactly the way you've always wanted to be. I can do anything to you, here… and here… and especially here, and you can't resist. I've taken away all elements of decision making on your part, and the only thing you have left is the enjoyment."
As he talked, he probed around her cuntal lips, testing them and pulling them slightly apart, tickling her clitoris and looking directly into her cunt that was already moistly unfolding, the fatty lips gasping slightly in surrender.
Dr. Montgomery quickly opened his pants and pushed them off his feet, along with his blue boxer shorts, and he stood in front of her. His cock, she noticed, wasn't nearly as big as Johan's beauty, but it was different, and gnarled looking, all covered with veins and freckles. His cockhead, too, was quite different from Johan's, broader and with a flared ridge that stood out quite prominently.
"Now just a few sucks, Betty, to get it all slick and primed," he said, lifting his cock shaft and dropping it down right on top of her face. It smacked hard across her nose and fell to her lips where he forced her to open her mouth and to taste it. It slid into her throat, almost gagging her with foulness and bad taste. The odor of his sex was heavy and heady, bringing all her shame and righteous indignation to the fore.
Still, as he had said, she was helpless. There was nothing she could do but endure his depravity. Slowly, she mouthed his cockhead, feeling it grow larger and harder against her tongue and the sides of her mouth.
"See?" he said. "Didn't I tell you you'd enjoy it? I bet you never suck cock. Does Johan beg you to do it for him? No, Betty my bitch, you're much too good to suck cock, aren't you?"
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it like a club, striking her all about the face with it, leaving her features streaked with her own spittle and the oozing, drooling precum that rolled gently from the piss hole at the end of his cock shaft.
"Well, let's see how you like this, Betty," he said, and he walked to the opposite end of the examining table, right up between her open legs. He pushed a button that adjusted the height of the table automatically, lowering her slightly until her vulnerable cunt was right at the proper level for his cock, for his penetration.
"Here it comes, baby!" he said. "Feel it! Feel my cock moving into your pretty pussy. Oh, God, it's good! Tight, too, almost like a virgin cunt. You should use it more often, Betty." He laughed and pushed forward, suddenly burying the entire long hard length of his cockshaft up inside her spasming cuntal mouth.
His was only the second cock that had ever been inside her fuck hole, and it was definitely different from Johan's. Not as big, but he more than made up for size in technique, setting up a long dicking pace, drilling his cock in all the way then pulling it out all the way, leaving just the tip of his cockhead touching the soft delicate tissues of her cuntal walls, teasing her, tormenting her, making her want more and more of his rapid strokes. With each inward hunch his pubic bone ground solidly against her clitoris, making it feverish from the frantic friction and making her orgasm start almost immediately. But her cum with the doctor was much different than her cum with her husband. Just the strangeness of his unfamiliar cock, drilling to the depths of their secret sex flesh, was enough, but his side tot side twirls drove her nearly out of her mind. Her cums, little ones, were strung together like prayer beads and her moaning litany was like a prayer to all the fuck Gods of the world to keep filling her with heavy hot hard man fuck flesh, stuffing her belly and making her feel full and stretched so her cuntal walls could clasp tightly around all that strange flesh and squeeze it, milk it, urging on the cum that she desperately needed to fill the gaping void within her.
"Okay, Betty!" he said. "I can tell you like it. Jesus Christ, you're squeezing my cock almost off with those tight muscles way up in there! I can feel your cums, too, soaking into my cock. Well, baby, get ready, because I'm almost there. I can feel it getting ready to fill your fuck hole with my cum, and I got to warn you, I really cum a lot. I'm going to fill you up to overflowing with my… Oh, God, with my… my cum. shitfuck! Now! Oh, God! I can't hold it back any longer! I'm going to cum! I'm… I'mmm, Christ, I'mmm going to cccuummm nnnooowwww!"
She could feel it jetting out of the hole in the end of his cock and splattering against the mouth of her womb, filling her whole cuntal passage with hot lava-like jism. He didn't miss a fuck stroke as his hot semen slipped out around the edges of her cunt and around his plunging prick to squirt all over her thighs, the examination table, and to run down his legs in sticky streaks. The fuck smells were heavy around them, their mingling sex odors whipped to a heady, fragrant froth and clinging to them both everywhere.
Almost finished with his orgasm, Dr. William Montgomery abruptly pulled his cock out of her still spasming, still cumming cunt. He went right to her head and stuck it inside her mouth again. It was disgusting and awful, but he forced her to do it, to take his dirty, cum-streaked, cunt-stinky cock all the way back into her mouth and suck on it avidly, cleaning it, taking away all her pussy odor and all his last dribbling cum spurts and swallowing them right down, her eyes gazed over heavily in mixed lust and remorse.
Laughing, Dr. Montgomery pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and looked down at her while he released the bonds that had held her captive.
As Betty Sue stood up from the table, wobbly on her legs that had been held wide-spread, on her knees that were weak from fuck strain, she tried to straighten her skirt and brush away the wrinkles.
"Of course, there'll be no charge for this… er, examination, Betty," he said, standing there shamelessly in front of her, his slowly relaxing cock all rubbed red from friction and wear. "And if you feel the need for any further consultation, at any time, don't hesitate to come see me. I've got the proper injection to take care of whatever it is you might need."
Turning away from him and fumbling to get the door open, Betty Sue rushed out into the hospital hallway, her mind filled with the certain knowledge that she smelled like fucking and that absolutely everyone could smell her pussy scent, and his cock scent, and the mingling fragrances of their different cums. But most of all, the horrible shame she had to endure was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties any more beneath her just slightly wrinkled skirt.
Tears of her shame flowed from her eyes and her blush returned to her face. She was sure that there was a large scarlet letter "A" firmly branded across her forehead that would stay with her all the way to Hell.
Erik Swensen had a hard-on all day at school. It was massive and throbbing and dominated his every thought. He kept imagining being naked with his pretty aunt and having her croon sweetly to him and just touch the skin of his cock, making it feel better than ever before, pulling his foreskin back of his cockhead, making it swell up even bigger.
His big prick hung heavily over his balls, stretching out the fabric of his pants, all the way home. He so wanted Barbara Jean to be there, so the two of them could pick up where they had left off.
When he got home the house was empty. Slowly, feeling the time drag on, Erik took off all his clothes and folded them up, something he rarely did, while standing completely naked in his bedroom, his heavy cock nagging him more with every passing minute. Still, his aunt did not come back to the house. There was nothing left for him to do except beat off again. He had started the day that way during his morning shower, frantically flicking his fist beneath the cascading water, pretending it was Barbara Jean's hand holding his rampant erection.
Sometimes he thought he might be fucking his fist too often, so he denied himself that pleasure for the afternoon and pulled on his jockey shorts and his tight cut-offs. Then he saw his aunt parking in their driveway.
She got out of the car and looked around, spotting him. Barbara Jean waved gaily before disappearing into the house. Erik just stood still, looking at her and longing to… to do something that was still vague in his mind, but he knew it had something to do with his cock that, at sight of Barbara Jean Crocker, had definitely begun erecting again.
Maybe she wants me to come into the house, he thought, so we can do some more… some more of her touching me, making me feel real good.
"Oh, Aunt Barbara," he called, "can you help me? I hurt myself with my board."
Barbara, only half-dressed in her room where she was hanging up her new clothes, rushed out to see Erik's injury. It was only superficial but she took him into her bathroom and cleaned the contusion as best she could, applying some stinging iodine to the raw spots.
"Oh, thank you," the teen said, smiling his brightest and most irresistible smile. "I'm sorry to be such a bother, Aunt Babs."
"That's all right, Erik," she said, looking away from his knees to the spot, higher, where her eyes inevitably clung to every male she could get near. My God, she thought, I think he's got an erection. His dick must stay hard all the time. Maybe I could… just.
"I seem to have hurt myself up here, too, Aunt Barbara," Erik said, touching himself at his groin, feeling desperate enough to use any excuse to get her to touch his dick again, and to hold it like she wanted to just eat it all up.
"Then perhaps I should give you an examination, Erik," Barbara said, wasting no time in opening his cut-offs and tugging them off over his bare feet. His shorts were tented far out, much bigger than the last time she had seen his thinly covered genitalia that way. She jerked his prick, releasing his cock and his balls from the clingy confines of the cotton briefs.
"Oh," Barbara gasped, seeing the size, the throbbing, pulse-pounding extent of his erection his ballsac heaving and bobbing, the ovoids inside writhing in turmoil. She took the shaft of his cock in her hand and turned it gently upward, forcing it flat along his trim belly so she could see the underside of it, the ridge line of demarcation dividing the fat, blood-filled shaft. "Does it hurt here, dear?" she asked, prodding his dick with her other hand, testing its possibilities as she did. "Or here?" She lifted his balls and cupped them warmly, squeezing them possessively. "Or here?" She snaked her fingers beneath his balls and stroked over the tiny puckered sweat-slick ring of his anus.
With each touch, Erik's eighteen-year-old cock grew longer and harder and fatter, and his eyes grew more clouded and lost within the mental fantasies of his own sexual imagination. He was hardly aware that the grown-up woman was manipulating his prick, that she had sunk to the floor in front of him and had peeled back all of his foreskin and held it back down along the shaft of his cock until it had filled out even longer and harder and the foreskin completely disappeared altogether.
His cockhead was bigger and broader and slicker than it had ever been and the pearly drop of virginal precum gathering at the lips of his cock was totally irresistible. His sex smelled like dried piss and sweat, but there was something headier, the remnants of his early morning cum held tight to the bottom of his cockhead by his retracted foreskin. She couldn't deny herself the ultimate thrill of taking the virginal, completely untested cockhead into her mouth and letting her tongue run over the flawless contours of his glans.
Erik was so lost in his own fantasies that he hardly knew his grown-up aunt had taken his cockhead into her mouth and was tonguing it, sucking on it, for all she was worth. All he knew was that it felt better to him thaw he could have imagined it ever feeling, that whatever it was she was doing with her cheeks tight sucked against his prick with her tongue curled up and poking down into the pink asshole, digging for his cum, should never ever stop, not as long as he lived.
He came into her mouth, his cockhead buried far back in her throat so his fresh hot jism just had to jet-blast itself almost right down into her stomach without her even swallowing. Only she did swallow, and she ran her lips up and down on the knob of his cock and sucked it, laying it from every direction, drinking off his cum, until long after his orgasm was all over. His super-sensitive glans flesh, being chewed upon and sucked upon within the voracious mouth of his cum-loving aunt, began to throb painfully, and his moans of lust turn to whimpers of near pain. Still she continued to suck his cock while Erik, in mindless fuck-funk, gasped and moaned and groaned.
Barbara's own orgasm had been unexpected, an extra bonus, something that, no doubt, just happened automatically every time she sucked a virgin cock completely empty.