Chapter 1
"Dr. Ridgeman, Dr. Ridgeman, you are wanted in emergency." The soft but persistent voice of the loudspeaker permeated every hall of North Island County Hospital. Nurses in starched, white uniforms padded about, doctors conferred with each other and interns went about their business as if they hadn't heard the words that might mean life or death for the patient waiting in the emergency operating theater.
But hospitals are like that. They deal in life, but are constantly faced with death. There is so much to do, so many people who need caring for, that the men and women who work there can only concern themselves with the limited world of their own individual tasks.
It was Dr. Arthur Ridgeman's task to drop the chart he was reviewing and race to the emergency ward to find out why he was needed. As he stood impatiently in the descending elevator, he wondered what it would be this time: car accident, assault? He gripped his feelings and pounded them into unconsciousness as he had every time he had stepped through those swinging portals.
"Appendicitis, Dr. Ridgeman, acute," said the nurse who was waiting by the door.
"Has the patient been prepared," he asked, washing his hands in the anteroom.
"She's on the table now. Dr. Pearson is getting her ready for surgery. He thinks she's close to rupturing."
"Interns aren't supposed to think," the middle-aged man said. "They're supposed to know."
Dr. Ridgeman swung open the doors to the operating room and quickly took charge of the situation. Ward Pearson, the intern that had prepared the patient, stood back and watched as his mentor made the first delicate incision.
As usual, the operation was a success, and Pearson was put in charge of the post-operative procedures. Ward had been attracted to the girl the minute they had wheeled her in. She had been unconscious, the pain from her infected appendix being too great for her.
Her name was Barbara Thomas, and even in her ailing state, she was the most magnificent girl Ward had ever seen. Her hair was long and thick, a deep, rich shade of brown, and her lips were soft and shaped like doves' wings. He could not see her eyes during her unconsciousness, but Ward knew they were deep and probing.
A strange feeling, new and wonderful nagged at the back of his brain as he went to meet his girl friend in the hospital cafeteria for lunch. He took slow, long strides, his medium-size frame catching the attention of all the young nurses as he passed.
And the ladies of the hospital had good cause to stare at this young man. He was broad-shouldered, rugged, with a mysterious little grin that made their pussies ache with lust. And even though his uniform was fitted loosely about his loin, they could still make out that gorgeous lump of cock meat that was the talk of the emergency ward.
"Hi there," Sarah Watkins said, waving to Ward as he entered the cafeteria.
"Hello, you cauldron of seething, succulent flesh," Ward said, sitting down beside her.
"Ward, people can hear you."
"You love it."
"I may, but I'm not the only one in this room."
"You're not? Funny, I hadn't noticed anyone else."
"Flattery will get you anywhere, especially here." She spread her legs under the table and pointed to her pussy.
"Ah, dessert."
"Let's have lunch first. How was your morning?"
"All right, I suppose. We had an acute appendectomy."
"She's all right, isn't she?
"You look more worried than usual," she continued.
"Yes," he said, knowing she could read his mind like he read the morning paper. "I've been assigned to look after her for the next few days."
"That figures. Whose idea was that, Dr. Ridgeman's."
"Who else?"
"I've got to have a talk with him. He doesn't know you as well as I do." Sarah raised a glass of water to her lips, and Ward watched her silken neck as the muscles worked to swallow the liquid. Fucking beautiful neck, he thought, feeling his cock begin to stiffen in his pants.
"What should he know about me," Ward asked.
"That if you had the chance, you'd fuck every girl in North Island, that's what." She lowered her voice on the word fuck. Sarah didn't mind being vulgar and coarse with Ward, but she liked to keep that side of her away from the public eye.
"I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Just see that you satisfy your appetite in here, and not in any of the patients' rooms," Sarah said, rising from the table. Ward watched her walk to the food line, noting carefully the swing of her hips, the curve of her ass, the way her body flowed with sensuous grace. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her soon. This business with Barbara Thomas was unsettling. He needed Sarah to calm his nerves.
They went down the line and Ward found himself wedged in between Sarah and another nurse, Helen Smith. He knew the blonde was attracted to him, wanted him quite badly, in fact, and used her to get Sarah jealous, something he knew was particularly easy to accomplish with her.
"How's your day so far," he asked Nurse Smith.
"Not very exciting," she answered. "And I'm all for excitement." Ward noticed her chest was sticking out more than normal. It would be nice to sink my teeth into that, he thought, but Sarah's got plenty of tit for one man to handle.
"What are you doing when you get off?"
"Nothing. What did you have in mind?"
"Unfortunately," Sarah interrupted, "he's got me in mind. Remember darling? Dinner at eight?"
Ward didn't remember, but that didn't matter. Sarah was probably making it up. I'll get to her later, he thought, staring down at Helen's tits again.
"Oh, I forgot about it completely," Ward said. "I'm sorry, Helen, some other time."
"When?" the big-busted girl asked. Lucky for Ward, the cashier interrupted them, and the intern mumbled something about "I'll be in touch."
Back at their table, Sarah gave Ward a dirty look that lasted through the salad and soup. "Come now," Ward said, "you can't be that attracted to me. I should think you'd want some change of pace every once in a while."
"I get all the change of pace I need from you."
"How's that?"
"Wouldn't you call some thirty odd positions variety enough."
"We try harder."
"I noticed. like with Helen Smith."
"Come off it, Sarah. I know that you know that I was teasing you, trying to get a rise out of you. You can stop acting now."
"Who's acting? You know I can't stand it when you do that."
"I'm sorry, honey. Will you let me make it up to you?"
"You'd better," she pouted.
"Meet me in 350B after your two-thirty rounds."
"Not there again."
"Okay then, how about the middle of the downstairs lobby?"
"Not the janitor's closet."
"It's cozy and safe."
"Cozy is not bumping into a damp, filthy mop just at the peak. And safe is not falling into the sink and having the faucet jammed up your ass."
"So, we had one or two accidents."
"Not we, me."
"Eat, Sarah, and stop talking. You'll need your strength for later."
After lunch, Ward was scheduled to meet with Dr. Ridgeman for a conference on a new hospital procedure scheduled to go into effect sometime in the near future. He knocked quietly on the Doctor's door and found every face in the room, except of course, Dr. Ridgeman's, staring at his Olympian body.
The nurses present stared with lust, too obvious to be mistaken for anything else, and the doctors looked at him with envy because the girls they liked fooling around with in the quiet moments of hospital routine forgot they were in the same room. Ward realized the tense situation he was in, it never occurred to him when he was in medical school that being a doctor would ever be like this. North Island seemed to be a hideout for all the sexual perversion left over from Rome and Pompeii.
He took his seat and stared straight ahead at Dr. Ridgeman who was rifling through some papers. The slightly gray-haired gentleman looked up at last, coughed loudly to get the nurses' attention back to the meeting and off thoughts of the intern's scrotum.
"Well now, I see we're all here. You all know Dr. Pearson, the only intern present. He wouldn't be here now were it not for the fact that he shows the most promise from the whole bunch of interns at North Island, which isn't saying much." Dr. Ridgeman was like that, teasing Ward continually, but the young man knew the Doctor was very fond of him.
"Next week, the board is going to vote on my proposal for instituting emergency teams, consisting of a trained doctor, and R.N., an intern, and a nurse-in-training. The advantages of this system down at Emergency are obvious, and I have no doubts but that the scheme will pass with unanimous approval."
Dr. Ridgeman continued, laying out his future plans for his proposal which had not even been voted on by the Board. But this was the good Doctor's way of doing things. Before the meeting was over, lie had assigned each one of the doctors and nurses present to a team, informing Ward that he would be the intern working with the head man, Dr. Ridgeman himself. It was Ward's task to distribute lists of team members to other interns involved in the program, or program-to-be, which Ward did as soon as the meeting was adjourned.
Ward rendezvoused with Sarah at precisely 2:29. "One extra minute of fucking," he said, sneaking into the closet with her.
"That makes sixteen altogether. Whoopee."
"Sarcasm doesn't look good on you," Ward said, lifting her white cotton dress up over her waist. "And neither do these ridiculous white stockings."
"Leave them where they are. I won't have time to get them back on again."
"But how am I going..."
"Look, I have a little surprise for you." She pointed to her crotch and Ward saw that she wore no panties, only a waist and abdomen arrangement that held her stockings up. The fuzzy black forest on her vulva matched exactly the color of her hair. And there was so much pubic hair that every time Ward gazed on it, he had to whistle his admiration.
"Fucking beautiful cunt," he said, gripping it and tugging the labia open.
"Oooh, be careful. You'll tear some of that hair you love so much right out." Sarah pushed Ward's head down on her, forcing him to partake orally of her cunt. She sat up on the sink and spread her legs for him, watching eagerly as he dipped his mouth in her honey pot.
"Ahh, shit, that's good," she moaned quietly, not wanting to attract any attention to their closet of love.
"Tasty as ever," Ward said, smiling up at Sarah, his mouth full of fur juice.
"Fuck me." Sarah was suddenly serious. It was something in his eyes that did it to her. Every time he looked at her in a certain way, she would go bananas, and he was doing it that very minute.
Without a word, Ward dropped his pants and revealed to his girl the massive, weighty rod that lay in wait for her cunt. It sprung from his shorts and pointed at the fur pie, the round, fat head nodding approval.
Sarah's eyes bulged as much as her cunt when the thing slid down her slit and touched the entrance to her love box. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly to him, waiting for the moment when he would charge.
Ward knew they didn't have much time, so he plummeted into her pussy fast and hard, shocking Sarah with a million pellets of sensation that rocked her soul. The ramrod plowed deep up her ample pussy, spreading the walls apart and filling her with hot meat.
Sarah clenched her teeth as she squeezed her cunt walls around his thick tool. Ward plunged in and out of her, kissing her head all over. His balls slapped against the porcelain rim of the sink. Sarah hummed softly, reaching down with both hands to feel the shaft dig for treasure in her pleasure chest, making Ward grunt with lust each time she gripped the tool as it slid by.
It was torture for both of them to have to remain silent when the moment came for them to explode simultaneously. Gritting their teeth and breathing so loud Ward swore they could be heard in the corridor, they spat come at each other, bubbling over with love as the sauce mingled and spilled to the floor.
"Incredible," Ward said as Sarah rearranged her clothes.
"Yes, your cock is tremendous."
"I was talking about your cunt."
"I know. Just playing. Ward, I'm really lucky, you know?"
"Why?"
"I've got you."
"Nothing special about that."
"Bullshit. You could have any girl in this hospital, in this town, in fact. But you chose me, and you just don't know how good that makes me feel."
"Listen, Sarah, I wouldn't be here with you now if you didn't make me feel good too. You're fun and vibrant and great to be with. Don't sell yourself short."
Sarah threw her arms around him, kissing him and almost knocking over a can of cleanser as her arms flew through the air. She left first, peeking outside to see that the hall was clear, then Ward followed, waiting until his cock was down to normal size. It was obviously present even when he wasn't aroused, and he could just imagine how it would be if he walked around the hospital with a hard-on!
It was time to check in on Miss Thomas, and Ward hurried along the corridor to the elevator, taking it up to the sixth floor. He couldn't wait to see the girl, and even though he'd just emptied his balls of scum, his cock twitched at the thought of looking at that magnificent girl once more.
She was awake, and for the first time Ward looked into her eyes. Just as he had suspected, they were deep, dark and exotic, and they smiled at him as he entered her room.
"How are you feeling?" Ward asked, stepping to the foot of her bed.
"Are you the doctor who operated on me?"
"No, I just prepared you for Dr. Ridgeman. I'm only an intern. My name is Ward Pearson."
"Hi, and thanks. I guess you know who I am.
"Barbara Thomas, the prettiest girl on the sixth floor."
"What about all the other floors?" she asked coyly. She was sitting up in bed, looking a bit stiff, but otherwise lovely.
"Miss Thomas, you're not supposed to be that conceited prior to an operation that might have been very serious."
"It wasn't, was it? You saw to that."
"Not me, Dr. Ridgeman, remember?"
"I saw you, you know? Just outside the hospital, before I passed out. You were helping me out of the ambulance."
"That's some memory you have."
"It would be hard for anyone to forget you." Barbara used just the right tone of voice to keep Ward guessing as to what she meant by that.
"Assuming that's a compliment, it's time we got on to the purpose of my visit."
"And what might that be?"
"To examine the incision, naturally. Now down with your gown." Ward undressed the girl, exposing only that portion of her body that would not cause her embarrassment. Her breasts remained completely concealed, but Ward was pleasurably forced to reveal just a hint of rich pubic hair in the course of his examination.
"This will heal beautifully," he said, replacing the bandage and pressing lightly on her flesh to secure it.
"That tickles," she giggled, hoping that he would be brazen enough to sneak a finger or two down onto her bulging vulva. But Ward didn't, although the thought had crossed his mind. Barbara sighed and thanked him for taking care of her, watching his slender ass as he disappeared from the room, leaving it sterile and dead once more.
Mmmmmm, him I've got to have, she thought, returning to her book. He's so sweet and he looks so innocent, but I bet I can get him in bed with me before I leave here. Barbara spent the rest of the afternoon hoping that Ward would return to spend some time with her, but he never showed up.
She wondered what Jim would think if he knew she was thinking of getting into bed with another man. Barbara was a lusty girl with an extraordinary love of life and all its pleasures. But the one she enjoyed most was making love, in fact that's just what she had been doing with Jim when the pains started. She never had had time to come, and was still full of cream as she lay in bed, immobilized and terribly, terribly horny.
Barbara had been an English major in college, and was looking around now for something to do with her life besides fuck Jim. She had met him in their senior year of school, and since their first fuck in his dorm, she had never slept with anyone else.
Before Jim there had been plenty of men, or boys as she thought of them now. Fraternity parties had turned into gang bangs, dances ended up as orgies in dark corners, she had even done that scene in the back seat of a convertible. It was in these earlier years of college life that Barbara had become enamoured of the very idea of sex. She thrilled to any and all kinds of sex, and was as experienced as the entire senior class put together.
Barbara was not a nymphomaniac, she loved fucking, but could live without it if she had to. But that was a prospect the brunette knew she would never have to face. Her body was flawless, her breasts large, but not overbearing, her waist slim and petite, her hips firm and round. Her legs were smooth, with graceful lines that tapered into the slenderest of ankles, the prettiest of feet.
But Barbara's biggest physical asset was her face. The way her facial features were put together, she was to men what Ward was to women. It wasn't that any one of her features were spectacular, it was the way they were so expertly arranged, as if by a master sculptor.
And the young woman had worked her magic on Ward, who was now in the process of fumbling around the Emergency Ward as if he were drunk. Test tubes broke, papers got lost, readings were misread until finally Dr. Ridgeman sent him fleeing from his presence, followed by a wave of salty oaths.
Can't keep my mind on anything but those two girls, Ward thought, sipping a cup of coffee in the Interns' Lounge. Sarah will break me in two if she finds me messing around with Barbara once she's well. But shit, Sarah doesn't own me, we're not married, not even engaged. And I really want that girl, and she must want me, she has to. But two-timing Sarah will still take a certain diplomacy, a particular delicacy that will require a surgeon's skill.
Ward plotted and planned, finally deciding that he couldn't wait for Barbara to heal, he wanted to take her now, at least get his fingers wet in her pussy. He was off duty at ten, and decided to make his way to the sixth floor to look in on her. If she refused him, he'd just go back to Sarah and forget about the whole thing. If she wanted him half as badly as he did her, though ... Ward stopped his thoughts, realizing that his cock was beginning to act up as he stood in the elevator with two other doctors.
It was dark in the room as Ward opened Barbara's door. Asleep, that's fine. She'll be too drowsy to resist me. I won't do anything to hurt her, just diddly her cunt a bit to show her that I care.
He tiptoed into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds, just enough for him to make out the bed. He started to sit down next to the sleeping woman when he heard a stirring behind him.
"Can I help you?" Sarah whispered from the chair across from the bed.
"Sarah," Ward hissed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm a night nurse, remember? I'm supposed to be here. But you got off at ten. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I, uh, I came to see you. I asked the nurse down at the sixth floor station where you were, and she told me to try in here."
"You would have liked trying her in here, wouldn't you?"
"Now Sarah. Don't raise your voice. We don't want to disturb the patient, do we?"
"No, we wouldn't want to do that. But tell, me, Doctor, what were your plans for Miss Thomas?"
"None, none at all."
"Good, then you won't mind keeping me company while I sit here for a few minutes."
"Of course not, baby." Ward crossed to Sarah and sat in the chair next to her. He took her hand and pressed it to his crotch, letting her feel his huge erection. He assumed she wouldn't be able to tell it was meant for Barbara and not her. But now his plans had changed drastically. He only hoped Barbara would not awake while Sarah held him prisoner. At all costs, he had to keep the nurse happy. She might be angry enough to blow the whistle on him.
"Well, how's tricks," he asked, staring at nothing in particular.
"I don't know, why don't you show me?" She squeezed his nuts till he almost cried out in pain.
"Shh," she admonished. "You'll wake Barbara." At last Sarah released her grasp, but to the intern's horror she began unzipping his fly.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"I want to fuck you. Barbara's so pretty that she got me horny. Let's fuck."
"Sarah, you've lost your mind. What if she wakes up?" His prick was exposed, standing up straight in the darkness.
"You'd better see that she doesn't." Sarah pulled up her skirt and rose quietly to stand in front of Ward. Then she straddled him and lowered her pussy on his dong.
"You're too dry," he complained, trying to enter her but finding it impossible. Her lips were sealed.
"That's your problem, not mine."
"Bitch," Ward whispered. He froze when Barbara shifted in her sleep, then relaxed when he heard her breathing resume its steady deep rate. Ward's cock was bending under the weight of Sarah's body, and he was beginning to lose his erection. Fuck, he thought, I'll kill her if I ever get out of this. Look at the bitch, she's really loving it, watching me suffer.
I wonder how she knew I'd come here. It couldn't just be coincidence, could it? No, she's too wily, she knew I'd try and make it with Barbara tonight. Probably broke her back rearranging her schedule so she'd be here waiting for me. Well, what the fuck. I'd better do something about that dry pussy and my deflating cock, or she'll really make a stink.
Ward slipped his hand down to their touching crotches, killing two birds with one stone by fondling her cunt and his prick at the same time. He forced a finger or two up between her labia, digging for the clit. He knew she'd get up the fastest if he tickled her imagine there.
With the rest of his fingers, he stroked the underside of his cock, just below the head, smearing his cock with the love juices that were beginning to flow from his girl's cunt. What a bitch, he thought, referring more to the situation than the girl.
How did I ever get myself into this. But ahh, his cock was slipping inside her now. He held it steady and straight up, letting the head sink deep into her now simmering pot. He worked the tool in all the way, hoping to get her off as soon as possible so he could get the fuck out of there.
Her juices were now at a full boil and it took only seconds to finish her off. Ward didn't come, but he didn't care, zipping up his fly, bidding adieu to his girl and fleeing from that scene of near-disaster.