Chapter 5
The Rape Crisis clinic wasn't Honey's idea. She was perfectly content to forget about men and their violence in her mother's loving arms.
But Mrs. Wilde insisted, claiming that rape could cause permanent scars without professional help. When she called and made the appointment, Honey had no choice but to go along with it.
Honey expected her counselor would be another woman, probably one with a low opinion of men. This suited Honey just fine, now that her cock-oriented past was behind her and she had started a new life as a lesbian.
However, Dr. Beech was not only not a woman, he was a man of magnetic masculinity. Sensing Honey's uneasiness in his presence, he quickly explained that the city's psychiatrists donated their services to the clinic and served on a rotating basis. If Honey liked, he could reschedule her appointment with a female counselor.
"No ... no, that's all right," Honey sputtered.
There was something about Dr. Beech that would not allow her to dismiss him. As the session continued, Honey felt a tingling sensation in her crotch whenever their eyes met.
"Is there anything in particular I should know up front about your case, Miss Wilde?" the doctor asked after they were acquainted.
"I'm a lesbian," Honey blurted.
"I find that difficult to believe," Dr. Beech calmly replied.
"W-why?" Honey choked, uneasy about being disagreed with on such a personal matter.
The doctor's piercing blue eyes answered for him. They were trained on a patch of bare thigh Honey had exposed when she had carelessly shifted in her chair.
Defensively, Honey tugged the hem of her skirt, but it refused to stay down. As she vainly struggled, she felt the crotch of her panties dampen and cling to her oozing cunt like a second skin.
"I turn you on, don't I, Miss Wilde?" Dr. Beech remarked, the evenness of his voice becoming eerie to Honey's burning ears.
"No!" Honey snapped. "I know you're here to help me, but physically I find you as disgusting as I would any man. I'm no more attracted to you than I was to the man who raped me."
"Really?" the doctor chuckled, arching one of his bushy eyebrows.
Saying nothing more, he arose from his chair and walked around in front of his desk. Suddenly, Honey's eyes were bugging. She tried to turn away, but she couldn't-for the front of Dr. Beech's trousers were bulging with the outline of his swollen cock and balls.
Honey squirmed in her chair. Her sopping pussy squished so loudly that Dr. Beech laughed out loud.
"I've been told that I have an unusually large cock," he said, closing the distance between Honey and himself so his lumpy crotch was throbbing in her face. "Most normal women can't resist it."
The doctor paused, his blue eyes twinkling. He was very sure of himself.
"But, of course, if you're a lesbian, as you say," he continued, "it won't make the slightest difference to you how big my prick is. If I take it out of my pants, you won't be interested in sucking it.
Correct?"
Honey wanted to nod her head up and down and prove him wrong, but her neck was frozen. Worse, her tongue hungrily passed over her lips.
"Why don't we find out which one of us is right?" the doctor said dryly.
His zipper whirred down. His hand went into his fly. His stiff cock sprang out into the open.
Honey couldn't believe her eyes. Dr. Beech's prick seemed even larger than the dildo her mother had fucked her with. She hadn't known there was a man on earth so fantastically hung.
Honey couldn't help herself. As her pussy melted with white-hot desire, she drooled with cock-hunger.
"A true lesbian would spit in my face and tell me to go to hell," the doctor said. "But a normal woman would get down on her knees and beg me to fuck her in the mouth. Which are you, Miss Wilde?"
No longer a lesbian, Honey felt her legs pulling her to the floor. Abruptly, she was kneeling. Her mouth was open, spit trickling from the straining corners. Greedily, she grabbed for the doctor's magnificent hard-on, but he sidestepped away.
"You have to beg for it. Miss Wilde," he chuckled. "That way, there'll be no question of where you stand. After all, I don't want to force you into anything."
"Fuck my mouth!" Honey cried out.
"You're sure this is what you want, Miss Wilde?" the doctor chuckled some more, smugly fingering his massive prick.
"Yes! Yes!" Honey begged. "Please, let me suck your cock! Ram it down my throat!"
"When I come in your mouth," the doctor said with his usual calmness, "I'll expect you to swallow every drop."
"Yes, yes ... oh, God, yes," Honey moaned. "I want it more than you do."
"After I've finished coming in your mouth, I'll want to fuck you. I have a particular fondness for teenage pussy. Are you a natural blonde, Miss Wilde?"
Without hesitation, Honey ripped her skirt from her loins. Pulling her panties down, she brazenly exposed her dripping cunt.
"Ah, yes," Doctor Beech sighed, showing emotion for the first time. His cock seemed to have grown another inch.
Lurching for him while he admired her bare pussy, Honey seized the doctor's huge prick and closed her lips over the head. Within seconds, she had slurped halfway down the shaft.
Honey would have deep-throated Dr. Beech's immense cock anyway, but he jammed the last six inches down her throat under his own power. Then he started grinding his hips in the classic fucking motion. As the foot-long prick hilting her face twisted and turned, Honey's head swiveled on her neck like a ragdoll's.
"I'm going to shoot a load of hot cum in your mouth now," Dr. Beech announced.
He had a hair-trigger cock. Jumping like a cobra, his dick immediately erupted with a flood of scorching jizz.
With the sudden torrent, Honey's promise to swallow all of the doctor's cum seemed an impossibility. Her cheeks ballooned and she gagged from the excess. The jism was invading her breathing passages, clogging her nostrils.
"Suck it down," Dr. Beech demanded as he kept spurting his creamy wad. "Every drop"
So Honey couldn't back down. He cradled her head in his big hands and held her face flush against his thrusting crotch. Even after his prick had drained, he kept it in her mouth, refusing to give Honey any leeway. She had to swallow his cum or she'd choke on it.
Her eyes bugging, Honey gulped and choked. The smell of cum had her dizzy. Its wetness gave her the sensation she was drowning.
But she did not give up. There was no quit in her when it came to cock-sucking. She was determined to drink every drop of the doctor's hot, sweet jizz.
When he was satisfied that Honey had sucked his cock dry, Dr. Beech pushed Honey away. His roughness advertised his masculinity, making it clear that it was her duty to service him on his terms.
"Strip down all the way," he said. "Let me get a good look at your body."
Honey obediently removed her blouse and stood naked in the middle of the room. With the doctor's icy blue eyes roaming all over her, she felt goose bumps prickle on her bare skin. He had a way of making her feel exposed even beyond her nudity.
With no expression on his handsome face, the doctor walked toward Honey and placed his hands on her hips. Slowly, he slid his strong fingers down the plump globes of her ass, digging his nails into the flesh.
As the halves of her ass were pulled apart, Honey had the urge to squirm. However, there was something about Dr. Beech's no-nonsense manner that paralyzed her. He seemed to own her. Honey was afraid to move a muscle without his permission.
The doctor's fingertips drew together in the open crack of Honey's ass. He pulled her toward him until the mound of her cunt pressed against his belt buckle. Pinned against her thigh, his hard cock burned against her bare flesh.
Dr. Beech shifted his weight just enough for his cock to spring free. Now Honey could feel the thick shaft rubbing against the slit of her twat, maddeningly stimulating her pussy-lips.
The doctor leaned forward, crushing Honey's soft tits against his muscular chest as he brought his mouth to her ear. His breath was cool instead of hot, almost chilly.
"You can't get enough, can you?" he whispered harshly.
Honey shook her head. It was true. No, she couldn't.
"When you were raped, you asked for it, didn't you," Dr. Beech hissed. It was a statement of fact, not a question. "By the time it was over, you were begging for more."
"Yes ... yes," Honey gasped. "How did you know?"
"I see hot, little tramps like you all the time in this clinic," the doctor answered. "There's no such thing as rape for cunts like you. Down deep, you're all whores. You just don't have the guts to admit it."
As he spoke, the head of his prick slipped into the creamy notch of Honey's pussy. A single thrust and the doctor's cock would be inside her cunt, fucking her.
"Yes, I'm no better than a whore," Honey admitted. "The only difference is that my cunt is free. Fuck me, doctor. It's all I want."
The cock stabbed. For the first time since she had been raped, Honey had a man's prick inside her twat. As excitement swept over her, her hips began to move. The jaws of her fuck-hungry cunt gobbled up the doctor's hard-on as though there were teeth between her legs.
With his dick buried in Honey's pussy, the doctor shifted his hands to the backs of her thighs and lifted her from the floor. Hoisted in mid-air, Honey straightened out her legs astride Dr. Beech and then scissored them around his waist. They were fucking standing up, welded together by a foot of hard cock.
Dr. Beech was so strong that he could carry Honey across the room as they fucked. This he effortlessly did, taking her to his desk and spreading her out on the polished top. Then he was on top of her, his hips grinding between her squeezing thighs as his dick rammed her pussy.
The hard-on stretching the limits of her cunt was so massive that Honey had only one thing to compare it with-the dildo her mother had fucked her with was this big. But there the comparison ended. The dildo was only made of rubber. The huge cock now filling her pussy was flesh and blood, throbbing with the gift of life.
The twelve inches of prick now buried in Honey's cunt were put there by a man, not a frustrated lesbian trying to pretend she was something she wasn't. Honey loved her mother, but she loved the pulsing, surging meat of a real hard-on in her spasming pussy even more.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Honey chanted. She never wanted it to stop.
Dr. Beech's cock was getting hotter with every stroke. When Honey tried to cup his balls she had to let go because they were so scorching. She could feel his heart pounding frantically.
Honey knew what was about to happen as well as she knew her own name. She had been fucked by too many men not to.
"Come!" Honey cried. "Come in my cunt! Give my pussy your hot, sweet jizz!"
Driven by lust, Dr. Beech had not been his calm, cool self for some time. But now he became an animal. Bulling forward, his cock gored Honey's cunt.
"Take it, you filthy whore," he growled. "I'll give you more cum than even your pussy can handle."
Honey and the doctor were belly to belly and crotch to crotch as his jizz poured into her twat. Even though the spurting head of his prick was buried almost a foot deep in her tight cunt, Honey swore she could hear it hissing.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me! I can't get enough of your cum in my pussy!"
"You asked for it, bitch."
Dr. Beech's balls were tumbling like dice. Sweat poured from his thrusting body as every sinew burned and every muscle ached. But although near collapse, he still kept fucking.
Honey's cunt swelled with cum and then rebelled. All of a sudden, the doctor's thick jizz was surging out instead of in.
Now Dr. Beech's cock was swept away by the force of its own cum from Honey's pussy. With nothing to stop it, a creamy torrent flooded from between her thighs. The dark top of the desk was quickly bleached to the edge nearest Honey's leaking cunt by a spreading pool of jism. When space ran out, the cum dripped to the fuck carpet in syrupy drops.
As Dr. Beech backed off, Honey fell back and relaxed. She was never more mellow.
"Mmmmm, what a fuck," Honey sighed, rolling her thighs in the sticky pool of jizz. "You're right, Doc, looks like I'm not much of a dyke."
Dr. Beech didn't say anything as he glanced at his watch. He had another patient scheduled at the top of the hour, and there was just enough time to get himself together so he could face her. But first he had to get rid of Honey.
However, Honey made no sign that she was ready to go. Cum-splotched and naked, she was up off the desk now, gliding toward the fidgeting doctor.
"What's the matter, lover?" she crooned as she took his prick in her hands.
"You've got to go," Dr. Beech told her.
"Don't you want to fuck me again?" Honey frowned.
"No!" he snapped. "I have other patients, you know. Please let go of my cock and get dressed."
Now it was Honey's turn to say no. Dr. Beech hadn't known how right he was when he'd accused her of never getting enough. The more cock she got, the hungrier she was for more. She had been fucked in the mouth and fucked in the cunt. Something was still missing and she was determined to have it.
"Fuck me in the ass," Honey said without blinking.
"Don't you understand, I can't," Dr. Beech insisted.
"We'll see about that," Honey chuckled.
She dropped to her knees. All of a sudden the head of the doctor's cock was in her mouth. Her tits were rubbing against his tired balls.
Blessed with a darting tongue and a genius for sucking, Honey was a magician with a tired prick. The warm suction of her mouth could bring the softest cock to life.
Dr. Beech tried to resist, but it was no use. His prick was getting harder and harder. His volunteer work at the Rape Crisis clinic had brought him a generous supply of easy pussy, but this was the first time one of his patients had ever turned the tables on him.
The crown of the doctor's stiffening dick swelling between her lips, Honey jogged the foreskin back and forth. Then her tongue snaked down the underside of the shaft, the tickling tip tracing the main cock-artery from top to bottom.
"Now we're getting someplace," Honey purred, transferring the doctor's prick to the space between her tits.
She pressed her jugs together, stroking the imprisoned dick. The doctor's prick stiffened some more, the cock-head surging clear so Honey could kiss it while she was tit-fucking the shaft.
"I think you're about ready to fuck me in the ass," Honey murmured. "Your prick is as hard as a rock."
Still kneeling, Honey released the doctor's cock and turned her back. With her forehead touching the floor, her ass loomed in the air. Slowly, tantalizingly, she parted her thighs.
Dr. Beech tried not to look. But he knew what was happening and he couldn't ignore it. As with most men, there was something about an exposed female ass-hole that was irresistible to him.
A female ass-hole was so round, so red. So delicate. like a rosebud with just a hint of dew on it. And the younger the woman, the greater the charm.
The crack of her ass was wide-open now. Her ass-hole was a jewel, ready for plucking.
His eyes hopelessly riveted to the puckering circle of Honey's tightest hole, Dr. Beech was led forward by his throbbing hard-on. Kneeling behind her ass, he slipped the fiery crown of his prick between her spread cheeks and made contact with her pulsating ass-hole.
"Fuck me," Honey said simply. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock."
He did. All of the doctor's misgivings had vanished as he pushed the head of his dick into Honey's expanding ass-hole.
"I'm going to fuck your ass to my balls," Dr. Beech panted as he sunk his huge prick in Honey's tight hole.
The doctor steadied himself with his hands on the globes of Honey's ass and fucked away. Every inch of his giant dick was crammed up her ass-hole.
"How do you like my big cock in your ass now?" Dr. Beech grunted as the head of his prick battered Honey's bowels. "Hurt enough for you, you horny bitch?"
"Fuck me harder!" she screamed. "I can't get enough of your big, strong cock!"
Honey's screams and Dr. Beech's grunts mingled in a flurry of sound. The sound did not insure their privacy. Lapping against the door and walls in sonic waves, it broke through and spilled into the rest of the clinic. Suddenly, there were a number of startled persons in the waiting room.
One of them was Honey's mother.
The sounds of fucking can easily be mistaken for the sounds of violence by the unknowing. Overhearing Honey's cries and believing her daughter was in danger, Mrs. Wilde bolted from her chair and barged into the office. The obscene sight that greeted her made her sorry that Honey wasn't dead on the floor.
For Mrs. Wilde's teenage daughter was on all fours like a bitch in heat, taking a man's stiff cock all the way up her ass. There was no question of force. It was clear she was having the time of her life.
"MORE! MORE!" Honey screamed with raw lust. "DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"
Now it was Mrs. Wilde's turn to raise her voice to a deafening level. A single word surged from her throat like vomit, spilling forth with retching fury.
"WHORE!" Honey's mother howled.
Dr. Beech, aware of the intrusion for the first time, stopped fucking in mid-stroke. His cock went limp in Honey's ass, instantaneously shrinking to half its size. He was ashen, knowing his career was ruined.
Only Honey was calm.
"Whore?" she said to her mother. "If that means that I know what a man's dick is for, then you've got it right on the money. I'm the biggest whore who ever lived."
She paused, a triumphant grin sneaking across her face as her mother cringed.
"Sure, I'm a whore and proud of it!" Honey declared. "You and the rest of the bull dykes can keep your dildos, Mother. I'll fuck the real thing any time."
Mrs. Wilde had the last word. Just before she left.
"I never want to see you again," she snarled. "From now on, I don't have a daughter."