Chapter 8
Ward arrived bright and early at North Island, a broad smile on his face, a light tune on his lips. And he had good cause to be happy. What a weekend he'd had: almost a full blow-job from that wench Barbara and an amazing night of love with the wife of the doctor he was working for. And as if that wasn't enough, he had gotten the husband's permission!
"Hello, Sarah my darling," he said, slapping her on the butt as he met her in the hall. "How did Saturday night go after I left?"
"Smooth, Ward, smooth."
"Miss me?"
"A little."
"I bet."
"No, I did miss you a little."
"There's something playing about your lips that smacks of hanky-panky."
"It shows? I thought I'd washed it all off."
"Come on, tell me what you did."
"You don't sound mad."
"I'm not. Why should I be? Didn't we decide on a swap?"
"Yes, but I'd have thought you'd want us to wait for you."
"That would have been hard, since I didn't come home till five in the morning. The place was empty."
"We got tired of waiting."
"I'll bet you got tired from something else, too."
"What makes you say that?"
"That sparkle in your eyes. It's always there the day after we fuck, and it's there today. But I haven't seen you since Saturday. Either you had some party after I left or you had a little action going for you Sunday."
"Guess."
"I'll take Saturday."
"You win."
"Thought so. How did you like Jim."
"Great, but naturally not quite as good as a certain friend of mine." She tapped his nuts when no one was looking.
"Careful. You get five demerit points if they catch you doing that," Ward said, leading the way into the emergency operating room.
"Good morning, Dr. Ridgeman."
"Good morning, Ward, Sarah. I trust you had a nice weekend."
"Very," Ward said.
"The patient is ready," a nurse said from across the table.
"Well," said Dr. Ridgeman, "we can talk over the weekend later. Now, to work."
Throughout the morning cases, Dr. Ridgeman kept making signs to Ward, nodding at Sarah and raising his eyebrows. Ward got the picture the first time, but the eager doctor wanted to drive his point home with a sledge hammer.
"Sarah," Ward said loud enough for the doctor to hear, "I'd like to have a few words with you before we go to lunch."
"Sure, honey, I mean Dr. Pearson. Just let me wash up."
Ward winked at Dr. Ridgeman as he left the theater, and the older man's cock twitched with excitement, dying to know what her reaction to Ward's proposal would be.
"Sarah, I've got something important to discuss with you."
"Sure, darling." She patted him on the back and disappeared into the ladies' room. Ward waited impatiently for her return, nodding to several doctors and nurses who passed him in the hall while Sarah went about her private business.
"Now what was it you wanted to say?" she said, zipping out the door and heading down the hallway.
"It's about Dr. Ridgeman."
"Lovely man. Very sweet." She looked at her watch.
"You're not listening."
"Damn! I'm late. I promised Barbara I'd pick her up at twelve."
"Yes, why wasn't she with the team this morning?"
"Wasn't feeling well. And her car's not working. I'll be back in half an hour." She increased her speed and headed for the parking lot.
"But Sarah," Ward called after her. "I haven't told you . ... "
"Later darling. I'll see you later."
Shit, Ward thought, pacing back to the intern's lounge. Can't have lunch yet. Got to find Dr. Ridgeman. Let him know I didn't talk to her yet. He returned to the operating room and saw a nurse with her back to him washing some clamps.
"Oh nurse, have you seen Dr. Ridgeman?"
The woman turned around and smiled. "Why Dr. Pearson, how nice to see you."
"Helen. What are you doing here?"
"Working."
"I thought you were in obstetrics."
"Transferred. Wanted to take you up on that proposition you made me in the cafeteria a while back."
"Proposition?"
"You were going to give me some excitement, remember?"
"Oh, of course, yes, how could I forget. Have you seen Dr. Ridgeman?"
"I haven't been looking for him." She dried her hands and walked up to the big man. "But I'm glad I found you." She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, offering her lips to him. What could he do? They were alone, she was a good-looking girl, she wanted a fuck.
He kissed her and their tongues glided over one another to the melody of her low humming. She reached down and grabbed at his cock, thrilling to its size and wanting it so badly inside her cunt.
"Come with me." She led Ward to the boiler room-a maze of pipes and steaming machinery deep in the bowels of North Island County Hospital. Walking along an iron ramp they found a door, and a small room behind it.
"How did you find this place?" Ward said, unzipping his fly.
"Jack Robbins showed it to me."
"I'll bet that's not all he showed you."
"You're right. And I showed him a thing or two as well. like these." She ripped off her dress and bra and showed him her heavy jugs. They were full of meat, bulging straight out with red, pointed nips at their ends.
"And this," she said, stepping out of her panties and displaying her cunt rug, a thick mass of dark blonde hair.
"Your turn," Helen said, and before Ward knew it, all thoughts of Dr. Ridgeman and the warning he had wanted to give him vanished in a haze of white-hot lust.
Several stories higher in the same building, a nervous doctor sketched out in his mind plans of the ultimate seduction. He sat in his office, plotting the best time, place and way in which he would take Sarah Watkins to his throbbing cock.
Third floor, Neurology, theater "B." Empty from one-thirty till three. That was the place, the mating ground for Dr. Ridgeman and his eager dick. He raced to the cafeteria, checking his watch before he entered the large, noisy hall. Twelve-twenty-two, exactly.
Catastrophe! She wasn't in the lunch room. But she's supposed to be here, he thought, stomping out again and heading for his office.
"Eloise," he said to his secretary, "page Nurse Watkins and send her to my office."
"Yes, sir."
Twelve-forty. "Dr. Ridgeman, I'm sorry. Nurse Watkins doesn't appear to be in the hospital."
"Keep trying."
"Yes, sir."
Twelve-fifty. "I have her, Dr. Ridgeman. She's eating lunch now. Would you like to speak to her?
"Yes, put her on sixteen.
"Dr. Ridgeman?"
"Sarah, I'd like to see you in my office as soon as possible."
"May I finish lunch, sir?"
"Of course, of course, but do hurry. You know we have urgent business to attend to." Sarah hung up and wondered what the hell he meant by that. His voice sounded weird, too. Kind of urgent and what was it? Dirty, yes, that was it. He sounded just like a dirty old man. Sarah shrugged it off and returned to finish her lunch with Barbara.
"Feeling better?" she asked her friend.
"Much. Thanks for picking me up. I guess all that activity over the weekend was a little too much for me. Even Jim never kept me that busy."
"I know how you feel. I used to get sick after a few nights of heavy balling with Jim. But you'll get used to it."
"You sound like there's lots more in store for me."
"Isn't there?"
"I guess so," Barb said with a pert smile. A couple of young interns tried to join them, but the girls gave them the proverbial cold shoulder.
"That's all I need today," Sarah said, surreptitiously rubbing her sore crotch.
"Me too. I've had enough fucking to last a
"I doubt they'd actually get that far here."
"You know what I mean. It would just be a pain in the neck, that's all."
"Sure. I couldn't put up with them either. We're big girls now, and we need big, and I mean big men to take care of us, not little boys."
Seven after one. "Come in, Sarah, come in. Take a seat."
"You sounded urgent over the phone, Doctor."
"I was urgent. And it's a need that only you can take care of."
"Dr. Ridgeman! Are you all right?"
"Of course I am. But you'll make me better, dear, won't you?" He walked around his desk and stood in front of her, the bulge in his pants as obvious to Sarah as it was to him.
"Dr. Ridgeman!"
"You said that."
"But Dr. Ridgeman, you've got a hard-on!"
"It's all yours."
"What?! "
"Follow me." He took her hand. "I have the perfect place."
She resisted, pulling away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Listen, Sarah, I don't know what your game is, but it isn't funny any more. Now get up and come with me. Any more back talk and you might find yourself out of a job, and that goes for your boyfriend too."
Sarah hadn't the faintest idea what this man was rattling on about, but the ominous tone in his voice told her she had better humor him. They walked silently to the elevator and took it to the third floor. Dr. Ridgeman turned on the lights in the operating theater, illuminating a sterile, circular room whose main feature was the operating table that rose like a mesa from the floor in the center of the coldly lit room.
Shining silver instruments were neatly arranged in trays on top of bureaus around the room, and various types of portable operating machinery were backed into corners, their dials and handles, multi-colored switches and knobs glowing dully.
"Why are we here?" Sarah asked, leaning up against the cushioned table.
"Don't get funny," Dr. Ridgeman said, unbuckling his belt.
"Doctor! What are you doing?"
"Stripping, and you should be doing the same. We don't have all that much time."
"Doctor, this is me, Sarah Watkins, you know me."
"That's why I'm here. Because I want to know you better, intimately."
Sarah went for the door, but Dr. Ridgeman caught her by the arm and said, "A deal's a deal."
"Please, let go of me. I don't know what you're saying."
He looked at her sharply. "The deal, what Ward explained to you before lunch."
"I only spoke to him for a second. He didn't say anything about a deal. Please let go of me."
"You honestly don't know, do you."
"No, no!"
"I'll kill that boy. We had a deal. I've been cuckolded." He stomped around the theater, dragging Sarah with him.
"Dr. Ridgeman, take it easy. Explain to me what happened. Maybe I can help."
"He took my wife."
"He what?"
"Saturday night. He seduced my wife, and he promised."
"Promised what?"
"To let me have you."
Sarah's eyes popped open. "You mean he traded a fuck with me for one with your wife? I can't believe it."
"It's true." Ridgeman looked up at the sensuous form standing next to him. "And a deal's a deal."
He grabbed her again and threw her down on the operating table. Sarah screamed and tried to struggle free, but the doctor had more to gain than she had to lose, and so within a few minutes, she found herself strapped down tight to the table, her skirt hiked way up, her panties down around her ankles and her blouse opened to expose her lovely breasts.
Sarah stared with horrified wonder as Dr. Ridgeman held his naked cock aloft for her to see. It was not extremely long, but it was very thick, fat to Sarah's mind. But it was not her mind that would soon be subjected to the pommeling Ridgeman had in mind.
He topped the helpless girl, whose cries could not be heard outside the sound-proofed doors and walls, laughing sadistically with a combination of anger and passion. He was inside her in seconds, driving deep with his dork, bucking into Sarah with all the viciousness of a wild boar.
"Doctor, Doctor please," she whimpered, the tears streaking from her eyes and falling silently onto the foam padding under her head. Then Ridgeman began moving from side to side instead of just back and forth, rubbing his shaft along the walls of Sarah's pert pussy. Then she said:
"Oh Doctor!" And this time her voice seemed to dry her tears as the pure pleasure strokes awakened a new, joyous feeling deep within her. She began arching her hips as best she could under these conditions, fighting against the leather strap around her waist that kept her from moving freely.
When Dr. Ridgeman saw his victim was no longer opposed to his ministrations, his sardonic grin disappeared and was replaced by a more benevolent smile.
He kissed her gently on the mouth to test her enthusiasm, and her eager willing tongue confirmed her genuine desire for his cock. His hands were over her tits, filling his fingers with jug meat, squeezing the nipples till they ached with lust.
Sarah thrilled to the blunt battering ram bashing into her bubbling box, forcing her cunt wide open so that her thick cream poured out over the doctor's balls. He was breathing heavily in her ear, nibbling on the lobe and mumbling throatily those sweet nothings that make a girl come buckets.
"Your cunt feels like a cloud, soft and lovely. And your breasts, oh those breasts! They're so firm, and big. I have to kiss them."
He bent down on her and sucked fervently on one of her pert nipples, pulling on it like a baby and making Sarah moan with desire as her orgasm built up strength within her. like a bellows on the fire, Dr. Ridgeman blew power into her body with each loving lunge of his lucky cock, and with every tender stroke of his tongue on her quivering titty.
She came in several short gusts, spitting come on him hotly, making the good doctor grunt madly as he felt the result of her affection. He gritted his teeth and held tight, bucking on top of her, holding back till the waves from her rippling body subsided.
"Why didn't you?" she asked as he wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Will you fuck me again, please?" he hesitated...
"You've been a good girl. I wanted to unstrap you."
"And you've been a good boy."
"Will you fuck me again, please?"
"I wish I could keep my cock in you for a thousand years," he finally blurted out. Sarah blushed. "You're too much."
"I hope not."
"Just a figure of speech. But speaking of figures, you're in pretty good shape for a man your age."
"You talk as if I were ready for an old folks' home."
"Not the way your cock works. If they committed you within the next twenty years, it would be a terrible waste."
Ridgeman's ego soared with this lovely young creature's words. He worshipped her, almost as much as he loved his wife.
"Will you be my mistress?"
"Let's not get imagine, Doc. But I'll be glad to help you out, so to speak, whenever I can."
"That's all I ask. Being with you is like being reborn. You don't know how many times I've stood by and watched you in the Emergency Ward, your body calling me, egging me on to come to you."
"I'm glad you did. Take me again, Dr. Ridgeman, take me."
What a fuck, Ward thought as he stumbled back upstairs, having left Helen to fend for herself in the boiler room. She dresses too slowly, and I've got things to do besides fuck around. Too bad I can't remember what any of them are.
He made his way back to the emergency operating room and found it empty. Good, I can rest here for a minute. That blonde bitch fucks harder than Catherine the Great ever could have. If I ever get my cock up again it will be a miracle.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice calling to him from across the room. He opened his eyes, which had submitted to the weights that seemed to be pulling them shut, and saw Barbara, a medical vision of loveliness, standing before him.
"You look beat," she said.
"I was, I mean I am."
"Can I help? They say a massage takes care of all kinds of stress." He moaned as she began rubbing his shoulders, soothing his wracked body with firm manipulations.
"Aren't you on duty?" he asked.
"Not for an hour. I got Jennifer Prondal to take over my station for a while. I need a rest."
"That's right. You weren't feeling so hot. I trust you're better."
"Now I am. You know we never did finish what we started last weekend."
"No."
"What?"
"I mean I'm really tired right now."
"But Ward, there's no one here. It's safe, and I'm soooo horny." She turned him around and kissed his lifeless lips.
"Boy, you are tired."
"I told you."
"I can fix that." She slipped her hand down his pants and tickled his cock. It was wet and slimy.
"Hey, what's been going on down there. You've been up to something, and in something if I reckon right." She smelled her fingers and nodded.
"No cock ever smelled like that. Who is she?"
"Helen Smith."
"Figures."
"What do you mean, it figures?"
"Did she take you to the boiler room?"
"How do you know about that?"
"Common knowledge. She must have had every intern in North Island down there. As pure an example of nymphomania as you'd ever want to find."
"No wonder I'm bushed."
"But that still doesn't excuse you."
"Please, Barb, I can't."
"Doctor, the human body is capable of many things, most of which capabilities we aren't even aware of. Now pull down your pants."
She unzipped him and yanked out his penis, much to Ward's dismay. It was as limp as a wet noodle, but when Barbara kneeled down and took it to her lips, she brought back the dead.
"Ooooh," Ward sighed, feeling the lite flow back into his dangling dork.
"See? Instant erection. Now all we need is a pussy to put it in. And it just so happens, I brought my own along." She unbuttoned the front of her dress and spread the loose folds apart. Her cunt, with all its brown pubic hair, was visible in all its pubic glory.
"What happened to your panties?" Ward asked, his dong red with lust.
"Since the four of us got to be friends, I've stopped wearing them, in case of emergencies."
"There's going to be an emergency right here after you're through with me."
"Enough of this nonsense. You're fine. Anyone with a cock that big is always fine."
She sat up on the operating table and took hold of his prick, easing it between the open folds of her dress and directing it towards her grasping pussy. Barbara was truly eager for Ward's meat, since she had never got a chance to feel its thick prong up her yearning cunt. And now she had him. There was no escape.
Ward's balls flapped up against the edge of the operating table as his cock inched its way up Barbara's cunt. He felt hot juices bubble around the shaft, warming him, caressing him, licking him with wet cunt walls. This wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Ward changed his mind when he heard the soft rubber squeak of shoes on linoleum just outside the theater. "Quick, behind the fluoroscope," he said, lifting Barbara right off the table carrying her, his cock still stuck up her fur hole, to the only available hiding place in the room.
Barbara grew increasingly heavy in his arms as Ward listened to the sound of the intruder as he paced about the room. The plate of the fluoroscope protected them against detection, but Ward knew his legs were exposed from the thighs down. He only prayed the person would leave before they were discovered.
"So there you are!" Quick footsteps approached them. Ward froze and Barbara held her breath, as well as Ward's neck and cock. The shaft was still hard inside her, fucking her without moving. In spite of her fear, Barbara was almost ready to come from the excitement building up in her.
Sara peeked behind the screen and giggled when she saw how ridiculous the two of them looked. "You can come out now, my dears." She broke into a gale of laughter, cupping her hand over her mouth to try and control herself.
"Very funny," Ward said. "Very fucking funny." He set Barbara down but she stood close by him, unable to move. She looked at him with a longing expression of need, and he realized that not only could she not move from him, but she needed him to finish her off, and quickly at that.
"How are you feeling, Barbara?" Sarah asked sarcastically. "A fast recovery from this morning."
"Fuck you."
"Well, I see I'm not wanted here." She pushed the fluoroscope back in place, then stood back for a moment and watched as Ward began to stroke Barbara's cunt walls with his cocky dick. What an idea, she said suddenly to herself, seeing their legs rock together under the strain of their upright fucking.
She stepped forward and flipped the switch on the side of the machine, waiting impatiently for it to warm up. Come on, step on it. Damn this thing. They'll be finished before it's working.
And then the screen lit up and Sarah gasped joyfully. Even after just having spent over an hour fucking with Dr. Ridgeman, she was still turned on by this more naked than naked moving picture of her friend's screwing.
Their bodies, or rather their skeletal frameworks were illuminated in glowing green. She could make out several large body organs, their hearts, livers and such, but the sight that thrilled her the most was seeing the soft, long blur that was Ward's cock moving in and out of the transparent girl's cunt.
Pelvic bones swayed to and fro, hearts fluttered wildly and Sarah got so turned on she started rubbing her crotch in an effort to jerk off to the beat of their fucking.
"Are you still here?" Ward asked, breathing heavily.
"Yes."
"What are you doing?" he said. "Watching you."
"Pervert," Barbara laughed, her body shaking visibly in the screen.
"You'd watch too if you had this view."
Ward looked puzzled, stopped his thrusts for a moment, then leaned over the side of the machine and looked down. "You didn't?"
"I did. And what a light show. You could make a fortune with this."
"What did she do?" Barbara asked, pulling impatiently on Ward's arm.
"She turned on the fluoroscope."
"Wow, how neat. But I don't have time to talk now, Ward, please."
"I'm coming," he said, scowling at Sarah.
"You are," Barbara said. "And so am I."
She pulled him to her and renewed her thrusts, giving Sarah the show of a lifetime. The fuzzy cock-blur pulsed and grew large again, suddenly swinging into motion. Their bones moved swiftly and smoothly, and the sound of soft whimpering was added to Sarah's visual experience. Her panties were wet, but what the hell. They'd be wet forever with these people as friends, not to mention Dr. Ridgeman.
Sarah didn't see the sperm as it left Ward's balls, shaft and finally tip, but she did notice a swelling, a quickening of pace, aside from the obvious groans and grunts that announced their coming. What a hospital, she thought, blasting her own panties with a hot flow of steaming spunk. Come together!