Chapter 6
"I guess we've all finally come to the same conclusion," Ward said when everyone was dressed and seated comfortably on the couch.
"Except us," Jim said.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone's come but us."
On Jim's last word, the pain in Ward's groin seemed to spring to life. He gripped his nuts and moaned.
"You noticed," Jim said.
"Seeing you and Sarah made me forget about it for a while."
"What are you two talking about?" Sarah asked.
"Blue balls, if you didn't know," Ward answered.
"Oh, is that all?" Barbara said.
"Is that all?" Jim mimicked. "That's easy for you to say."
"It's also easy for me to fix."
"Then we're going to do it?" Ward asked, dying to get his long-awaited and well-deserved fuck.
"All in favor," Sarah said. Everyone raised their hands in the mock ceremony, including Jim.
"All opposed. The motion carries unanimously."
"My motion is going to carry me right to heaven," Ward said, standing up and unzipping his fly.
"Now?" Barbara asked.
"Now," he demanded. The phone rang. "I'll get it."
"Of course you'll get it," Sarah said. "It's your phone."
Ward picked up the receiver with one hand and waved his cock at his guests with the others. Even Jim had to admire its size. And the girls were almost drooling once they envisioned it in their mouths and pussies.
"Hello? Yes, this is Ward Pearson. An emergency? Dr. Ridgeman? How bad? I see. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"What is it?" Sarah asked. "Shit," Ward said. "It's shit," Jim said.
"Dr. Ridgeman needs me at the hospital. Probably wants to show me his brand new clipboard. Why now? Why me?"
"Poor baby," Sarah said, going to him and taking hold of his dong. "Keep this warm until you get back. Then we'll all ease your tension." She kissed him on the lips, but he was too mad to respond. What a blow-job, he thought, zipping his fly.
"Hold the fort, Jim," he said, heading for the front door.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Sarah asked.
"No, hon. They only need me. You take it easy. Besides, I don't think you could walk to the car."
"Bastard."
"Don't blame me. I didn't do it, whatever 'it' is."
"Go," Sarah said, rubbing the inside of her white thighs. "But hurry back."
Ward's prediction was almost correct about why Dr. Ridgeman had asked for him at the hospital. He arrived in the Emergency Ward to find it empty, and when he asked the nurse on duty where the doctor was, she told him he was in his office.
"Ah, there you are," Dr. Ridgeman said to Ward as he entered the room. "What took you so long?"
"I had to change."
"Been to the O.R.?"
"Yes, sir. It's empty."
"So it is. There is no emergency, but I do want to talk to you."
"It must be pretty important," Ward said, still standing. He knew he would have to ask. Dr. Ridgeman was forgetful when it came to things like etiquette.
"May I sit down?"
"Of course. What are you standing around for?"
"Have I done something that requires a slap on the wrist?" Ward said when he was seated across from the big desk where the doctor sat.
"In a way, yes, but not really. Don't get upset. It actually has nothing to do with medicine."
"It doesn't?" Ward was getting pissed. Had the good doctor gone senile overnight? Why was he here when he could be home under nice warm blankets, fucking Barbara to pieces?
"Only indirectly. You see, Ward, I have a confession to make. The reason I said you were partly responsible for what I have to say is that you are very close friends with the person I want to talk to you about."
"Could you be a little more specific, sir? I'm confused."
"No more than I. It's Nurse Watkins."
"Sarah?"
"Yes."
"What has she done?"
"Nothing against the rules, I assure you. It's just that, well, I've grown fond of her."
"So have I."
"I know. Do you plan to marry her."
"I don't plan to marry, at least for the next few years."
"Good for you. It might have been wise for me to make the same choice when I was your age."
"Sir?"
"I see I'm going to have to be blunt. Ward, I want your girl friend."
Ward could have heard the sound of a suture drop three floors above him.
"Dr. Pearson, are you there?"
"Yes sir, I'm here."
"I said I want Sarah Watkins."
"That's nice, sir."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Snap out of it, boy!"
"Sarah? My Sarah?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe it. I'm asleep. I'd better take some Dexedrine."
"Pearson! Get a hold of yourself! All I said was that I wanted to go to bed with Sarah. It's a normal drive, we all share it."
"You? In bed with Sarah?" Ward laughed, and knew immediately that he had made a mistake.
"Quiet! Hear me out."
"I'm sorry, sir. It's just the shock of it."
"I understand."
"But Eh--. Ridgeman, what about your wife."
"What about her?"
"I mean, she's so beautiful, so graceful, so stately."
"So?"
"Don't you love her?"
"Certainly, but love has nothing to do with this. This is passion, boy, pure and simple. I want Sarah, and with a little coaxing, I think I could persuade her to share my desire."
"I don't understand you, Dr. Ridgeman. Why tell me all this?"
"Because I'm a reasonable man. I wanted to ask your permission to try and bed her."
Ward thought he was talking to a ghost, one that had been dead for centuries.
"Permission? Why do you need that?"
"Aren't you jealous? Don't you care?"
"Sure, but the way you put it fascinates me.
"You mean you consent?"
"No, I didn't say that. Of course you could go ahead and try anyway, but I doubt you'd get very far."
"Really? Why?"
"I know Sarah. She wouldn't consent to it."
"I can be very persuasive."
"I'm sure you can, but not as stubborn as my girl. Now, Dr. Pearson, as long as we're talking man to man, not doctor to intern, I'm prepared to bargain."
"What do I have that you could possibly want?"
"Your wife, of course."
"You want her?" Dr. Ridgeman bellowed with laughter, slapping the leather armrests of his chair until his hands hurt.
"We seem to be reliving a previous experience, only now the tables are turned," Ward said.
"True, true. But would you mind telling me why you're attracted to Cindy?"
"She's a beautiful lady, very attractive."
"And you want to go to bed with her." Dr. Ridgeman thought a moment. "I said I was a reasonable man. It's a deal." He reached across the desk and shook the intern's hand, and both of them broke into a broad grin.
"I've got to hear more about this," Ward said, suddenly feeling much closer to the doctor.
"What's to hear?" the doctor said. "After spending weeks staring at Sarah's tits between operations, watching her hips swing down the corridors, what could I do? She was driving me insane."
"Did you ever talk to her?"
"Not about sex."
"Afraid?"
"No, just careful."
"And you won't feel bad about letting me seduce your wife?"
"No worse than you. Don't get me wrong, Ward. I love Cindy. It's just a happy coincidence that both you and I have the same attitude toward situations of this nature. Neither of us is overly concerned about a little intercourse."
"You must be very sure of Cindy."
"Naturally. And I'll bet you and Sarah have a good thing, too. Otherwise you'd never consent to this."
"Well, now down to the nitty gritty. How do I go about meeting her?" Ward asked.
"She's expecting me home in about an hour. You could take my car and explain to her that I'll be very late at the hospital."
"No good."
"Why not?"
"You could call her to tell her that."
"Right. What time is it."
"Almost eleven."
"She's still up. Why don't I give her a call now?"
"And say what?"
"Say that I'm sending you over to fetch some special instruments that I forgot to take with me when I left. Then when you've had enough time to get over there and start your, well, your whatever, I'll call again and say that I don't need them anymore, but that I'll be detained for at least another couple of hours."
"Better make it three or four."
"You have high hopes."
"Don't you?"
"Yes, and speaking of me, I have two questions. Where am I going to sleep tonight, and more important, when do I get Sarah?"
"You can take one of the empty rooms here, and as for Sarah, I'll speak to her over the weekend and you can assert yourself any time next week."
"Are you sure she'll agree?"
"Dr. Ridgeman, does a dog ever refuse a meal?"
Ward began to get hard even before he set foot on Dr. Ridgeman's property. Shit, he thought, this will never do. He slapped at his dork in an effort to beat it down, but all he succeeded in doing was getting it stiffer.
Please cock, please get down. How can I walk into her house with a pecker like this. She'll think that's all I ever have on me, a big, juicy hard-on.
Then Ward remembered that day in Dr. Ridgeman's office and the look in Cindy's eyes when she saw that mammoth dork looking larger than ever in his pants. He couldn't be sure, but he thought he had detected a note of interest, even lust there that definitely gave him enough courage to go through with this.
He had actually never believed that Ridgeman would agree to his proposition; it was more of a joke than anything else. But now he was pulling up into their garage, parking the car, getting out, walking up the flagstones and ringing the doorbell. He almost thought she wouldn't be there, that something would go wrong to spoil this for him.
"Why, Dr. Pearson, what brings you here?"
It was her, and she was in her nightgown and robe. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and even though she wore no make-up, she was a vision of loveliness. Ward stood speechless when he saw the smooth line of her neck and the way it gracefully fell and blended into her shoulders.
"You do want to come in, don't you?"
"Yes, yes Mrs. Ridgeman." She led him inside, took his coat, and offered him a drink.
"I really can't stay," he said. "I just came to pick up a few things for your husband."
"Really? And what would they be?"
"Some special equipment he'll be needing later this morning."
"If you describe them to me, I can get them for you."
Shit, where's that phone call. I'm dead now. "Let's see, I've got a list somewhere." Ward fumbled around in his pockets, taking his time, acting awkward on purpose.
"Need some help?"
"No thanks, I can manage. I can't understand why they're not here." He had the sinking, sick feeling that wise Cindy knew exactly what was coming off. He began to perspire.
"Perhaps if I called my husband at the hospital and ask him to tell me what he needs?"
"Yes, yes, maybe you should do that." Cindy looked strangely at Ward, surprised that he had not jumped up to stop her from calling her husband. She had figured on scaring the boy out of the house by threatening to call Arthur, but this intern seemed to want her to do just that.
Cindy started to go for the phone, beginning to get a little worried at the lad's strange reaction. Just before she picked up the receiver, it rang.
"Maybe that's my husband now." That should scare him, she thought, then lifted up the phone to hear her husband's voice.
"Cindy?"
"Arthur? Is it really you?"
"Of course. Is Ward Pearson there?"
"As a matter-of-fact, he is."
"Put him on, will you?"
"It's for you." She held out the receiver, then retied the belt on her robe, much tighter than before.
"Hi, Dr. Ridgeman, is everything all right?"
"I was going to ask you that."
"Yes, I found your place all right."
"Well said. Is Cindy giving you any trouble?"
"Not yet, but I expect you'll have to deal with some clotting."
"Trouble, eh."
"A bit."
"Well, put her back on. I'll take care of it."
"Thanks, thanks very much." Ward turned to Mrs. Ridgeman. "He'd like to talk to you again."
"Hi, darling. Why did you send Ward over here?"
"He was picking up some equipment for me, but Ralph Smoller has a duplicate set of things I need."
Their stories match, Cindy thought, and Ward wasn't afraid for me to call him. Something funny going on here.
"I'm listening, sweetheart."
"I was just saying you might ask Ward to stay for a bit, offer him something to eat. I've been working him pretty hard today and he deserves a rest."
"I'd be happy to. Anything else you need?"
"No, I'm fine, but I'll be later than I expected."
"I'll miss you."
"I know, baby. I'll miss you, too."
"When will you be home?"
"I'm afraid I'll only have a little over an hour before my morning schedule. It doesn't make much sense to trek all the way home. I'm spending the night here, honey."
"I understand. Take care."
She hung up and thought a moment before turning to face the intern with the marvelous dork. Could they be plotting together to.... No, it's too incredible for even Arthur to dream up.
"Can I fix you something to eat?" she asked, turning briskly and friendly toward the young man. "Arthur says he's been giving you a bad time."
"He exaggerates, but I am hungry. I missed supper.
"Follow me." She took him into the kitchen and began making him a sandwich.
Ward watched her lithe movements and tried to decide how to take advantage of her. He couldn't muff it now. Dr. Ridgeman had done his part beautifully, and now it was all up to Ward. The brutal approach was out. She was too delicate. But then some slim women like to be pushed around. He could persuasive, but she would see through him before he had kneeled to kiss her hand.
No, it would have to be on his own, no pretenses, no games, just straight, plain talk right from the heart. And from the groin, he remembered. Cindy had taken a liking to his prick and he could use that to his advantage, like bait.
"I'm glad your husband sent me over here," he said when they were seated next to each other at the table.
"I'm glad, too." That was the wrong thing for her to say, she knew, but she didn't know quite how to react to this man.
"What I mean is, seeing you was much more important than running this errand for Dr. Ridgeman."
"Ward, what are you saying?"
"You are a beautiful woman, Cindy, and when we met in your husband's office, you knew immediately now I felt."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. I saw you stare at my pants, leer at me."
"Ward, really!"
"Tell me what you saw. Tell me."
"I think you'd better go." She stood up and backed away from Ward toward the center of the kitchen.
"I won't go. No, not until I've shown you this."
Ward stood up and faced her and once more Cindy stared at the gigantic lump in the man's pants and this time there was nothing between her and it but his trousers.
Her eyes popped open as he knew they would. His thing was irresistible and as he started walking toward her, she backed up until she bumped into the far wall.
"Ward, please don't. Stop!"
"Come on, Cindy, I can see it in your eyes. You haven't taken them off my crotch for a second. Don't play games with me."
He was close now, her large breasts almost touching him. And then Ward put his arms around her and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. She struggled only for a second, the grinding motion of his hips and the feel of his steel rod up against her groin forcing her to close her eyes with lust.
"All right, all right," she gasped, pushing him away.
Ward backed off and looked at his prize. Her robe had been worked open, and he could see her lovely large round nipples peering through the sheer material of her peignoir.
"Stop looking at my crotch, will you," he laughed. "I have a face, too, you know."
"I'm sorry, Ward, really. I just can't help it."
"I know. It's tough. Even I stare at it in the mirror every once in a while to make sure it's really me."
"It must be beautiful. May I see it?"
"Among other things. See it, touch it, eat it-"
"Ward?"
"Hmm?"
"I have to tell you something. I've never done much imagine lovemaking. I don't know about kissing you down there or anything like that."
"You mean you've never eaten anyone?. "
"No. Do you still want me."
"You've got to be kidding."
"Not in twelve years of marriage. Not before even."
"You know," he said, kissing her again, "you're cute when you're embarrassed."
"Come," she said.
Ward's heart was thumping against his chest. His temples stood out with desire. I'm home, he thought. I've made it. We're going to ball. Look at that fine piece of ass. And she wants me,-likes me, wouldn't let me go now if I begged her on my knees.
"Here, by the fireplace." They built a fire and lay on a thick, synthetic rug with a polar bear's head facing away from the flames.
"Warm, isn't it?" Ward said, unbuttoning his shirt. His sparse covering of chest hair sprung out and Cindy ran a nervous finger over them.
"Relax, Cindy."
"I'm trying, Ward, but I've never done this before."
Ward thought he'd better act like the nervous lover, just to allay any suspicions she might have.
"I don't think Dr. Ridgeman will be home for a couple of hours."
"He won't be home at all," Cindy said, smiling up at the handsome man leaning over her. "Teach me, Ward, show me everything you know." She drew him down on top of her and kissed him hard, for her, that is. But when she felt his tongue dart merrily into her mouth, she shuddered and stiffened.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like that."
"You're not serious?"
"I am. Please don't."
Ward wondered about this girl as he started undressing her. She was horny, that was for sure, but he couldn't figure out why soul-kissing turned her off. Probably smears her lipstick, he thought, pulling down her panties.
Cindy was more lovely naked than she was fully clothed. Her body was incredibly soft; it felt like he had always imagined the skin of actresses in the movies would feel when they put all that gauze over the camera. But as he gazed at her nakedness, two things attracted his attention even more than her velvety skin.
Her eyes sparkled in the firelight, a deep sea blue that reflected little flecks of red and orange flame. He was so intoxicated by her that they seemed to him like star sapphires. The other part of her body he was irresistibly drawn to was the soft, downy fluff of pubic hairs over her gently uplifted vulva. He bent over her to examine it closely and she held her breath.
"I won't hurt you," he said, parting her slender lips.
"I'm not afraid, but Ward."
"Yes?"
"I think it's too hot here."
"You're right, but I want to stay in full view of the fire. It's kind of inspirational."
"There's the lounge chair in back of us."
"It's your husband, isn't it?"
"Yes, but what he doesn't know, and so forth."
They removed themselves from the floor and Ward set Cindy down in the big soft black leather affair that recline with her supple form like a mother holds her baby in her arms. But Ward wasn't ready to have her lay back. He wanted to show her the ecstasies of foreplay, something he suspected that she didn't know too. much about.
"Spread your legs," he told her gently.
He was kneeling in front of her, his back absorbing the reduced heat of the fire. And Cindy was aglow with light. It seemed to come from her as she carefully moved her knees further apart until they came in contact with the thick armrests.
"You'll have to put your legs over the armrests," Ward said. He knew she would disapprove of this, since it would put her in an awkward position, but it was necessary if her cunt was to be fully available.
"Must I?"
"Yes, darling. I can't reach you like this."
"Certainly you can put your hand close to me.
"Hand yes, but I had something else in mind."
Not waiting for her to answer, Ward lifted her slender legs in the air and placed them over the two rests. Cindy slid forward on her behind and her cunt and ass were raised higher up.
"Now close your eyes and think of you and I floating through space together, drifting, easy, slow."
He was rubbing the inside of her thighs rhythmically, and Cindy was soon lost in the deep, soothing tones of his voice. Each suggestion he gave her came to fruition instantly. She floated, she drifted, she flew above ancient cities on a puff of smoke, and all with Ward, virile, wonderful Ward.
The man worked his hands closer, nearing their ultimate destination. He became intoxicated, too, the sight of her glistening and gleaming vagina hypnotizing him, holding his attention, his thoughts, his soul. It was a holy place for him, and Ward was almost afraid to tread on the sacred ground.
But he knew that this would be a cleansing, a release for both of them that would set them free. He would not touch her vagina with his hands, but rather he would set upon it a kiss, soft and light that would signal the advent of their ethereal experience.
Cindy melted when she felt his lips on her cunt. Her mind flowed out to meet his lips and her vagina contracted spasmodically to grasp his mouth, hold it there, return his embrace. Ward's mouth was wet with her love liquids, and the taste of them made him shudder with unparalleled joy.
He dipped his head again into her golden vessel, and this time he remained, raining kisses on her cunt, moving up and down the soft slit with his lips until Cindy's head spun with mad passion. She lay in the chair, her mind a mass of exposed nerve endings, but all filled with pleasure, with love.
She wanted to reach out and touch his tousled head, to caress him as he gave her such heavenly pleasure, but she was riveted to the spot. Her hands clutched at her legs, trying to keep them from trembling without much success. She whimpered softly as she felt his tongue slowly glide down to her damp hole.
Ward moved languidly up and down her pussy, eating the juices he found there, drying her cunt up but finding it immersed immediately with reinforcements from her hole. It tasted so good that he wanted to stay there forever. Wrapping his arms around her ass, he gripped her tightly and dug deeper with his tongue, using her body as leverage.
Cindy grunted with his increased efforts, and now the ethereal experience became more intense, wilder, hotter. She felt a rumble in her insides, a groaning, resonant sound that stirred her heart and told her she would not be able to control what was happening to her.
Cindy had come many times before with Arthur, but none of them had ever been like this. Her orgasms with him were like a drizzle compared to the cloudburst she knew was building inside her. Could it be that he had never done this to her, never kissed her in her moist pie pot?
The thunder claps were growing louder as Ward's tongue drew more sauce from her, and she began shuddering and jerking in anticipation. At last the storm broke, and Cindy heaved hard off the chair, landing with a crash that impaled her cunt once more on Ward's outstretched tongue.
She blew her head off with that burst of cream. It smashed into Ward's face like a car doing forty into a solid brick wall. She jellied around in the seat, jumping, hopping about, losing all self-control. But Cindy didn't care how she looked then. She only wanted the feeling that was pouring from her never to end.
With grunts and spurts and heaves she creamed all over the man drinking at her well. When the spasms subsided, she lay limp in the lounge chair, smiling demurely down at her new lover, thanking him with her eyes.
He helped her to her feet and led her into the bedroom. "Again?" she asked, still out of breath.
"We've only just begun."
"What should I do?" she asked, staring at his thick rod that swung as they walked into the bedroom.
"Lie down on your side." She did, and Ward joined her, lying down behind her and lifting her right leg into the air.
"This is new," she said.
"You'll like it."
"I know."
Maneuvering himself so that his cock lay rigid just below her huge hole, Ward slid his thing up against her cunt. The head nudged against the opening, and with a small shove on both their parts, her cunt ate the rubbery knob up.
"Ooh, it's so big," she cooed, finally feeling the meaty weight of his tool inside her. She had waited a long time, dreaming about his mammoth spear, and now it was here in her cunt.
She began humping him, starting to fuck eagerly before he had even arranged his hands on her smaller than he was used to, but firm breasts.
"Wait darling," he said. "Not yet."
"What's wrong? I want to fuck you."
"But Cindy, I've only got my head and a little bit more inside you."
"You mean you're not all the way in?" She was amazed, and in a way, glad she had made the mistake.
"Not by a long shot. Now, how do you want it, an inch at a time, or at once?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well, for the first time, I might recommend taking me all at once. It's quite an experience, and doing it bit by bit takes some of the excitement out of it."
"Okay honey, do it then."
"Brace yourself."
"I'm ready."
Ward held her tightly by her hips, leaving her breasts for the time being. He knew that without holding her body against his the force of his cock would only push her away from him, a prospect he would not enjoy at this juncture.
With one might shove, Ward drove his pulsing prick deep into Cindy's hole. She screamed with shock and pain as he soared into her pussy, throwing her walls apart as the stubby head careened toward her cervix. It smashed into her love wall with brute force, crushing his cock as the shaft was totally buried inside her.
Ward had never dreamed that his dork would fit all the way in, but when he felt hot cunt covering his root and his balls gripping fast to her ass cheeks, he couldn't believe his good fortune. Their good fortune, in this case, because once the initial shock was over, Cindy realized she had never known what real fucking was about until that night.
They fucked themselves silly, finally falling asleep in each other's arms, Ward's cock still imbedded in her fuck-worn crotch. It was one hell of a night.