Chapter 7
When the intern had caught Laura, she'd quickly taken control. She led him into an empty examining room down the hall, cursing her luck. Only once a month or so did the doctor on duty make rounds that late at night. And it was just her bitter luck that that particular doctor was this cold-eyed young sonofabitch, who was regarded as something of a prick among the nurses.
Only not the flattering variety of prick.
Alone in a room with him, Laura had moved fast and feverishly, whispering some absurd explanation on to him in a husky voice, rubbing her hand to his bulge while she talked, getting his cock stiff and hard in spite of himself. And although he shook his head coldly and said he wasn't buying it, the frantic brunette persisted, unzipping his fly and playing with his meat lewdly, making sure he was fully erect and primed before she let goof his rod.
Then she stripped as fast as she could, resting her naked ripe ass on the examining table. She leaned back on her elbows and put her heels up on the edge of the table, so that her silky cunt was completely exposed.
She could see the conflict between duty and temptation raging in his eyes. His cock was certainly nothing to brag about, barely average, she calculated.
And therein lay his weakness.
The jerk was married, Laura knew. She'd seen his wife once, one of those holier-than-thou bitches, probably went at sex with barely hidden distaste, and he was no ball of passion either. But he was turning on fast to the sight of her creamy nakedness, and even though he didn't want to, his rod did, leaping and turning bright red as Laura undulated her ass in an obscene invitation.
"Okay," he whispered finally, glancing back at the closed door and moving toward her, his rod jutting out from his pants with eagerness. "Okay, Laura, but I won't change my mind -- I've got to report that!"
"Just fuck me," she hissed, "don't talk about it now, just give me that beautiful cock! But don't hurt me," she added with a solemn face, "because that's a whopper, Dr. Haines! God, your prick is so big!"
Now the intern was holding her ass in his hands and groaning as he pumped his dick in and out of her searing slit. The brunette might have been tickling her pussy with a peanut after being rammed by her husband Don and his hung kid brother, Jimmy, but for all practical purposes, she was in a frenzy of uncontrollable lust, putting on the act of her life.
"Ahhhh! Oooooo!" she wailed, swinging her sensuous ass in a fever of phony bliss, "Oh it's too much! Ouch! Too big! Take it easy, you'll rip me in two! Oh careful! Oh that fucking monster, unnnnf! Shit, that's wild, Doctor!"
She knew for a fact that the cold-eyed bastard never heard that kind of obscene praise from his own wife or from any girl. Not with his fucked personality and boring weenie! And if her psychology was childishly simple, it worked, as any skilled and highly paid prostitute knew. The intern's ego was swelling before her eyes, hot pleasure showing on his face, manly pride.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that he'd come back for seconds in a day or two and then thirds and fourths, because she made him feel like a macho stud, because not only was a girl lavishing praise for his prowess on him, for the first time in his life, but because Laura was a gorgeously sexy brunette, and if anyone knew what a man felt like, she sure as hell did!
At one point as he pumped and sweated, still dressed while Laura was shuddering her ripe nakedness, he paused to inquire with a look of seriousness on his face.
"Am I hurting you? Should I put less in, Laura? I don't want to rip you up!"
The nurse assured him she'd live through it and he went back to fucking her with grim zeal, while Laura wailed and moaned in an act worthy of an Academy Award.
When he finally shot his load, Laura clawed frantically at the padded table and rolled her eyes and grabbed her tits furiously. Actually, she felt a small wet tickle, but he'd never get this kind of action from his own wife.
Or from any other girl, either.
When she was dressed, he paused dramatically, like it was a major decision and then announced he wouldn't report her after all. But she must never do it again.
Laura sniffed and tears shone in her eyes as she thanked him, promising he'd never catch her again. Never while that son of a btich was on duty!
He lined her up for three nights later, when he'd work that shift again, and she almost gagged when he kissed her on the mouth before leaving the room. But everything was cool now and that's all that mattered.
Because once he kept coming back, all she had to do was threaten to tell his wife and the bastard would never report her. Thus, Laura had a dual weapon. But it wouldn't be necessary to blackmail him, because his ego would be higher than the Goodyear Blimp. He'd boast to his fellow interns about how he was screwing a beautiful married nurse on the side, and how she was crazy about his whopping dick, but Laura couldn't care less what the asshole said. Her career was safe.
She checked back on Chris, who lay in a frightened huddle in her bed. Laura assured her everything was going to be all right, and got her fervent vow of secrecy over what they'd done.
And Chris begged her to see her when she was released from the hospital. Laura promised her she would.
To top matters off, when she got home her husband and Jimmy and Cindy and a sexy, ripe breasted girl Laura had never seen before were sitting around the living room, naked and partying!
Laura joined the orgy with enthusiasm, but something was wrong, she knew. She found out that Jimmy and Cindy were getting married next week, nothing fancy but a justice-of-the-peace ritual. She was delighted about that, as was Don.
Now they could swap as openly and often as they wanted.
From the depths of fear and possible exposure, Laura had suddenly shifted to a fantastically bright upswing, a sex-cycle that glittered with adventure and thrills.
But an uneasy alarm was going off in the back of her mind, even as she went down on the new girl, who squealed with rapture and begged to sixty-nine with the ravishing brunette.
It was all happening much too fast -- fresh, sweet young pussy suddenly hurtling into her life, Cindy marrying Jimmy, Don accepting her furtive switch hitting behind his back, her making it with his kid brother.
Too many people were getting involved! Tonight alone there was plump delicious young Chris, eager, wet-lipped Jenny and that cold-eyed bastard of a doctor she had to service on a periodic basis, all new.
And they were only the beginning.
The more people, whether they were shining eyed young girls or married doctors, the greater the risk of exposure, the more chances of blowing the lid off their wanton action.
And this was a small town, a conservative, homespun place where they even frowned upon necking at the beach in public.
You just couldn't keep this kind of bizarre swinging up in a town like this and not be found out, Laura knew. The others didn't seem to care, but they were high on sex and each other's juicy young pussies, and her husband's and Jimmy's huge cocks.
They were like kids going berserk in a candy store. Once they started tasting they couldn't stop.
But she couldn't stop either. They were on a strange roller-coaster ride of lust, and she knew Cindy would continue to turn on young girls and corrupt them, bring them here for wild orgies. She'd read about sex-rings that were exposed in other towns and cities. It could never happen here, of course, everyone said, not in this peaceful, righteous place.
But it was beginning with the sex-crazed nurse and the tawny, insatiable teenage blonde, and the bank teller and little Chris, who'd also been a cherry, and her own husband and his brother.
Like ripples spreading outward from a single splash, they were making waves of lust in the small, narrow-minded town, and it would spread and reach out farther and farther, because some night the bank teller would get high and confess how she'd lost her cherry to a sexy young blonde, and probably put the make on another girl to bring back here, and something would go wrong -- it had to!
Or Chris might do the same thing.
Or Cindy might try and seduce the wrong girl.
Or the hungry nurse might go down on the wrong boy or girl at the hospital.
But something would blow it all to hell. Laura sensed it like an ominous thunderstorm gathering in the distance.
And it all began because she'd brought home a runaway blonde one night, so her own husband could screw her while the nurse secretly watched and fantasized.
They were all in it together now, she realized, and they'd better enjoy themselves while the swinging party lasted.
Where and how it would end, nobody knew. And at that moment, as she sixty-nined with Jenny, and Cindy went down on Jimmy while Don raped Jenny's helpless, cherry asshole, no one really gave a damn where it would end.
At heart, they were all just fun-loving kids, playing some eerie and dangerous games of lust.