Chapter 2

Dr. Ralph Espizza seemed like a nice man as far as Tracy was concerned. He was a gynecologist, and he had welcomed her into his office the following day. Tracy was wearing a white blouse with a red miniskirt, and red pantyhose to match. Since these were opaque pantyhose, there was no need for her to wear an additional pair of panties. Her shoulder-length black hair fell around her white face, framing it and making her seem even more beautiful in the eyes of the doctor.

Espizza was a tall man, about six feet two and a half inches tall, and though he had a barrel chest, there was no fat on him. His brown hair was thinning on top, and he smiled good-naturedly.

At first, they sat in his office discussing his financial affairs. Espizza had been prepared by Paul Finn for Tracy's visit, and so good-naturedly discussed his financial holding with her, neglecting to tell her they were already with Jackson. He listened attentively as Tracy, using her own newly acquired knowledge, discussed some changes in his port-folio she felt would improve it. As he listened, Espizza decided the girl knew her business, all right. He would insist Finn make the changes she suggested. But he played good-naturedly hard to convince.

"Tell you what," he said. "If you wish, while we're talking, suppose I give you a free examination. Just as you know about stocks, I know about the female body, and from what I see, you might be in, need of vitamin supplements."

"Really?" Tracy naively asked.

"Oh yes," Espizza nodded. "I would suggest an immediate internal examination."

"Okay," Tracy nodded.

He seemed like such a good-natured man, she couldn't refuse him, Besides, he was offering her a legitimate opportunity to take her clothes off. Perhaps she would be able to convince him to do the same thing. And from the size of his portfolio of stocks, once she brought it into the trust department and made the suggested changes, she realized the commissions would far and away exceed her entire draw for the month.

"Now," Espizza said to her, "I want you to answer my questions. Remember what I'm doing, so I can help you. Before I go probing into your body, I want you to tell me, have you ever had an internal examination before?"

"No," she admitted.

"Aha, then you've never had anything penetrate your vagina."

"Well, no, that's not quite true, either."

"I see. Then you're acquainted with sexual intercourse?"

"Yes, but I don't see what this has to do with . . . "

"Patience, Miss Cole. You see, sexual inter-course induces certain chemical changes in the body. Had these changes taken place without your having had a sexual relationship, I would have thought there was something wrong with you. True, these chemical changes are for the better, giving you a healthier flesh tone, among other things. But if these changes had occurred prior to a sexual experience, then engaging in a sexual relationship with a man might reverse these chemical reactions. Am I clear?"

"Oh yes," Tracy nodded, willing to accept whatever he had told her.

"Now, when did you have your last sexual experience?" Espizza asked.

Coloring, Tracy said, "Yesterday, in the late morning."

"And did you properly douche yourself out afterward?"

"Pardon?"

"I see, you didn't. Very well, douching is very important, and it's something I'll have to teach you -at least until you start taking the vitamins I'm going to prescribe. You see, these vitamins make certain your inner vaginal membranes remain firm and resilient, and unaffected by the pressures of a penis. Although almost all penises are, by themselves, clean, in order not to take any chances, when you don't take these vitamins, a douche is needed. I'll show you precisely how to douche a little later on. For now, step into the examining room, remove your clothes, and put on the paper gown you'll find there."

Tracy obediently went into the examination room where, draped over a chair in the corner, she saw the gown. Slipping into it, she sat on the examining table and waited for the doctor.

This was the first time she had ever been in a gynecologist's office, and she felt a little unsure of herself. Sitting on the table's cold leather, she looked down at the .stirrups on either side of the foot of the table. She had seen them in her own physician's office, but until now she'd had no idea why he'd used them. God! They looked like some-thing the Inquisition might use. As she thought about the stirrups, Dr. Espizza entered.

"Ah, I see we're all ready. Excellent. Lie back on the table, please. Don't be frightened. This is something I ordinarily do every day with more than a dozen different women. Open the gown."

Tracy opened the paper gown and watched as Ralph Espizza reached out, put his hands on her breasts, and softly massaged them, rubbing the nipples with his thumb. She became aware his fingers were making her hot and bothered. Hell! She liked it. Maybe the doctor would like it enough to join her on the table. Then he might be able to make her feel really good, and at the same time her body might convince him to let her handle his port-folio of stocks. After all, once it was in the trust department, under her guidance, she would have complete control over the account, buying and selling without having to consult him.

God! His fingers on her breasts were doing wonders to her, internally. She noticed he was paying close attention to the firmness of her breasts. He let his fingers move over every inch of them, lightly caressing the flesh as well as pulling on her nipples. She writhed on the table, breathing more heavily. Espizza noticed the way she was moving, and smiled.

"Does what I'm doing bother you?" he asked Tracy.

"Oh no," she assured him. "Everything's . . . uhhh . . . fine."

"Excellent. This part of the exam is finished. There are no lumps in your breasts. Now we'll have a look at the rest of you."

He moved to the other end of the table, making her slide up a bit, fitting her feet into the stirrups, raising her knees and spreading her thighs wide open.

Tracy felt embarrassed in this position. When she had been with Paul, the previous day, he had made her feel completely at ease. Dr. Espizza, with his good-natured professional mannerisms, had her shaken up. Her face reddened as she blushed.

"All right, Miss Cole, if you feel something a little cold, don't worry. I'm using special instruments so I can make the examination thorough. Why not simply close your eyes and relax. I'm going to make both a vaginal and rectal examination. And if you relax you'll find things go much easier."

Tracy couldn't help feeling her heart start to beat faster. She watched him slide a rubber glove on over his right hand, and then he took out a jar of some kind of ointment and smeared the stuff all over his fingers. He began by inserting a forefinger covered with cool ointment into her rectum. The strange feeling made her a little uneasy as the cool ointment lubricated the way for his finger. She felt the finger slide in and out of her ass channel again and again, enlarging it. She was surprised at how easily the finger slid into the tight orifice. True, the finger was much thinner than the cock she'd felt forcing its way into her tight pussy the previous day, but her asshole was also so much narrower than her pussy. She was even more surprised when she felt him slide a second finger into her anal tunnel. Her sphincter suddenly snapped shut around his fingers when they were all the way into her, and suddenly Tracy was uncomfortable.

"You have to relax," Espizza insisted, moving his fingers around inside her. "The longer you fight me, the longer this examination will lake."

At this point Tracy was no longer thinking about the examination. She felt hot sensations of lust starting to shoot through her excited body. She was actually enjoying the pressure of his fingers in her rectum. Her interior was becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment.

"Are you feeling better?" Espizza asked, moving his fingers through her anus more rapidly.

"Yes, yes, yes," Tracy nodded. "It . . . uhhhhh . . . feels . . . ohhh . . . very nice . . . "

His manner was so good-natured, how was it possible for her not to trust Dr. Espizza? And when his fingers moved through her ass all the more rapidly, she began bouncing her buttocks on the table. She was gasping now, not believing she could be this aroused from his simply pushing a finger into her rectum.

Then she felt the fingers sliding out of her rectum as his other hand reached over and parted her pussy lips.

"Miss Cole, there's no need for you to feel embarrassed, even if you like what you feel. I'd like to think all my examinations are pleasurable rather than painful. Don't you agree?"

"Oh yes," Tracy nodded, "Definitely."

Tracy lay back, determined to enjoy the examination as much as possible. Her thighs widened, making it easier for Espizza to push his lubricated, gloved fingers into her tight cunt. She squirmed as he probed inside, enjoying the way he was poking around, here and there. With his free hand, he took the speculum and introduced it into her vagina, spreading her interior walls. He brought his face close, looked around, then slowly with-drew the instrument, telling her to remain lying there.

"Everything looks fine, so far," he told her, "but there's one final test I wish to make, and it will take a bit longer."

Tracy closed her eyes, feeling completely relaxed. She no longer felt ashamed of lying in so undignified a position. In fact, lying there that way, she was starting to feel warm and good inside. There was a tingling in her rectum, and it was matched by a thrilling tickle in her vagina. Lord! She was feeling it literally begin to itch in both places. She wanted to scratch herself, internally. Should .she let Dr. Espizza know how she felt?

As she lay there, feeling more and more aggravated internally, she became aware of a heat starting to work its way through her body, arousing her. Her nipples began swelling of their own accord, and soon, she felt so wrought up, she was no longer able to simply lie still on the table.

"Is there anything wrong, Miss Cole?" Espizza asked "Why are you writhing so?"

"Oh God!" she gasped. "I have a combination of funny feelings running through me. I feel all heated up and aroused, and yet I also feel a terrible itch in my rectum and vagina."

"Hmmm? Let me take a look. I'll see what I can do."

But Tracy could no longer relax, even knowing the doctor was going to help her. The crazy itch in both her rectum and vagina was driving her insane. And with each passing second the feelings seemed to grow stronger and stronger. The heat inside her was building, too. She wished she had a good cock. Oh God! She needed a good, solid fucking. Her insides seemed so ultra-sensitive and raw.

Dr. Espizza was already peering between her thighs. His fingers were touching her there, and suddenly she realized he was palpating her clitoris, vigorously massaging it, making her even hotter. Her brain was starting to churn, and she was going crazy.

Although her eyes were still shut, she could hear the doctor moving around. He was pulling her young body forward so her buttocks were now on the edge of the table, though her feet were still locked in the stirrups, thereby forcing her thighs wide apart as her knees stood straight up.

Then Tracy felt it. She felt the thick, rounded object pressing against her outer pussy lips. She wasn't frightened because she thought the doctor was reinserting the speculum to see if he could locate the problem. But what she felt being inserted into her, though no broader than the speculum, was certainly-not shaped like it, and he was really pushing it in fast and hard. The ointment he had rubbed into her made it enter relatively easily.

"What are you doing?" Tracy asked, opening her eyes.

She saw him hovering over the lower half of her body, and noticed his own clothes were now off. He had a hairy chest, almost as bear-like as that of Paul Finn, and his lower half was pressed right up against the edge of the table.

"I'm using the only instrument I can to relieve you of whatever it is that's making you itch," he explained. "This itch you have is for a good cock. Tell me, was the experience you had yesterday morning your first one?"

"Y-yes," Tracy nodded, confused.

"Of course. That explains it. Remember, I said your body chemistry had changed. The itch you felt came at about the same time today as the experience you had yesterday. Correct?"

"Yes, yes," Tracy nodded, feeling hotter.

"Your body needs a good cock massage. Now that it has become used to a penis, it can't continue without one. Even though your. sweet vagina has been lubricated, it's still tight. So please, just hold still so I can fit my hard cock all the way in."

"Yes, yes, do it, Doctor. Fuck me."

"That's precisely what I'm doing," he told her, "but you understand I'm only doing this as part of a prescribed treatment."

"Yes, yes. But is it really my body that's making me itch so, inside?"

"Actually, it's your body's response to the lubrication I used. Some woman can accept it readily enough, while others find themselves terribly aroused by it. I assume it has to do with the chemical properties in the lubricant."

At that moment Tracy realized she'd been had by the good doctor. In spite of his good nature, he was as horny as Paul Finn. And he had maneuvered her into a position where she had to be grateful to him for fucking her, rather than his showing gratitude for a fuck by turning his stock portfolio over to her. God! This made her mad. She had come to him in good faith, and he was using her.

"Relax, lie back," he told her, "and allow me to give you a good fuck. It'll be just the thing to over-come the chemical properties in the lubricant I used."

Espizza began cramming his thin, driving cock into her squeezing, irritated cunt. He kept on drilling the meat into her until he had the entire length of it inside her.

"Yes, yes, you have one of the tightest pussies I've ever driven into," he gasped. "I have a thin prick, and a cunt really has to be tight if I can't just slide all the way into it. "Uhhh! God! You need more fucking. You're so nicely tight. Ahhhhh!"

Even knowing how the doctor had tricked her, Tracy didn't feel like resisting. She lay back, thrilling to the way the doctor's slim prick slammed through her tender membranes, rubbing the aroused tissues. Hell! Even if she had wanted to fight back at, this point, she was physically incapable of doing a thing. She wanted to scratch her inner vagina and tear out that horrible itch driving her insane. According to Dr. Espizza, the only way to stop it was to have it fucked out of her, and so she accepted what he was doing. It didn't make her any the less annoyed to know he had tricked her into wanting his cock more than he had wanted her vagina.

A multitude of different thoughts raced through her mind. At one point she wondered if Paul Finn had set her up. Had he been aware the doctor would "do this to her? But how could he? Finn had no idea she would willingly submit to a gynecological examination. There was no doubt the man was really a doctor, but what he was doing was contrary to the Hippocratic oath. One thing was certain; he really knew how to throw a hot fuck into her.

At this point, Tracy no longer was allowed the luxury of thinking. She felt a finger probing against her tight asshole, but this time it wasn't pressing lightly. This time it was being unnecessarily rough. Standing as he was against the foot of the examining table, Dr. Espizza was in an awkward position, and his attempts to finger her anal tract were less than enjoyable, at least as far as Tracy was concerned. He was poking rather than easing it into her, and as a result she bounced higher in an effort to pull away from him.

"Hold still," he told her. "Keep that ass still."

"No," she gasped. "No, no, I don't like it. That finger hurts. Take it away."

"All right," Espizza nodded. "We'll take care of your hot little ass another way. It means I can't come in your cunt, damn it."

"Yes, yes, come in my cunt," she insisted.

"Oh no," he replied, removing his finger from. between her asscheeks, now concentrating on fucking his hard cock into her steaming depths. "No, I'll help you douche out that itch from your pussy, sweet girl."

"No," she insisted, unable to close her thighs, feeling him slam his beef-roll into her with greater and greater force. "You started this, and the only way the fire'll go out inside me is if you make me come. I know it. You have to make me come."

"Be glad to," he told her, whacking into her with such effort, his dangling balls slammed between her asscheeks, pounding all the more swiftly.

The squeezing tightness bf her young pussy was driving Espizza wild with desire. In all his life he had never had either virgins or near-virgins. This was the closest he'd ever come to a really tight vagina, and he felt as if his brains were being squeezed out of him by way of his cock. Even so, he knew his orgasm was a long way off, and he would have no trouble making this sweet, fair-fleshed, ebony-haired girl reach her sexual pinnacle of delight. God! He wished his throbbing penis was even thicker so he could really ream out her tight, squeezing inner channel.

"Okay," he gasped, still thrusting his lancing prick into the heated depths of her creaming swamp. "I'm going to make you come. Stay cool."

Tracy was somehow or other not feeling satisfied with the way he was fucking her. He seemed to lack the expertise of Paul Finn. Her inner, heated cunt craved the thickness of Paul Finn's cock, not to mention his length. Espizza was nearly two inches shorter than Finn, and only three quarters as thick. The itch in her steaming nookie was as strong as ever. She began humping her hips up and down in a wild, circular motion, hoping this would make his slender cock spiral around inside her and touch her vaginal walls more efficiently. Now her tight little ass was spinning wildly.

Slamming herself against the doctor's pelvis, all she really succeeded it doing was heightening her own tension. And she writhed so wildly, he didn't seem able to keep her spiked. He slammed his body desperately against hers, hoping to keep his throbbing prick buried in her steaming trough until she finally peaked. Heavy lubrication poured out of her, flooding her tight causeway, making his hard, fucking thrusts move all the more smoothly within. Now he was stroking with increasing motion, pulling back farther, slamming in deeper, pumping speedily, hoping to build her to her elusive orgasm before his slender cock came out of her.

His thin reed of prick was rubbing against her upper vaginal wall now, and it excited her some-what more. But the flooding juices of her own furrow only increased the heat inside her. Her own lubrication, mingling with the chemical the doctor had rubbed into her pussy, seemed to ignite until she felt as if a million tiny liquid explosions were being set off in her vagina, all at once.

"Hot!" she screamed. "i feel so hot!"

She writhed at a maddening pace, working her tight twat all over the seeping prick, anxious to have that orgasm that would cool everything off inside her. Christ! She was wildly ablaze, moving completely out of control. She had to put out the agonizing fire inside her. And then she felt the orgasm hit her.

"UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as her wildly pistoning movements finally caused her to pinnacle.

But as she came, her inner vaginal sepulcher began unleashing even greater quantities of lubrication, and as it flooded into her pussy, running along the length of his thin cock until it even seeped out of her, she felt a greater burning than ever before.

Espizza slammed his throbbing dick all the harder into the girl, worried for a moment he might have used too much of the ointment inside her. Her slavering vagina should have started cooling off by now. He knew she was still feeling the itch in her ass, but he would take care of that shortly. He would have been able to take care of it with his finger, had she let him. But she had been adamant about his pulling his finger from her rectum. Now he would have to do it by fucking her ass, as well.

"YAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Tracy screamed, and Espizza, feeling another hot flood of joy juice coming from inside her, realized she had just come a second time. But even this orgasm merely inflamed her all the more.

When the second climax subsided, he sensed she was on the verge of a third one, and realized the ointment he'd used would keep her coming all day if he didn't do something about her rectum. So he pulled his throbbing, slender wand of cock from the hot, quivering depths of her pulsating vagina.

"Put it back in," Tracy begged. "Oh please, please, don't take it out now. Put it back in. I can come again. I know it."

But Espizza didn't listen, and Tracy had to reach down and thrust her own fingers into her smoking center. She rubbed and scratched, and all but tore the liqueous membranes out of her, but her fingers were unable to replace the cock that had been in there. She gasped and groaned, trying to bring on her third crisis, then felt cheated when it slowly faded away without once again lifting her over the top of the rainbow. And the worst part of it was, the discomfort was still there as strong as ever.

"Doctor," she asked wide-eyed and unbelieving, "why did you prematurely withdraw? START HERE I needed you. I still need you. My body is burning up more than ever."

Dr. Espizza stood looking at her, feeling a bit of pity for her. He had never encountered a girl either as beautiful or as innocent as Tracy. The sight of her seemed to set off something totally animalistic inside him; something he'd never felt before. He couldn't understand this urge to use so much of her over so short a period of time.

"Relax, Miss Cole," he told her. "Although you've already had two vaginal orgasms, neither has dimmed your capacity for climaxing. The reason for that is simple. The ointment is affecting your rectal membranes as well. Therefore, what you need is an anal climax. When you've had that, the itching and the burning and discomfort will totally disappear."

Tracy couldn't understand what he was saying. What in heaven's name was an anal climax? How could one have an orgasm in one's ass?

All this was new to her. She was more than a little upset, and the burning within made her feel terrible. But one thing the doctor had said did make sense. Though she'd thought it to be centered in her aching vagina, she now realized there was a lot of it in her anus as well. Maybe, just maybe, he knew what he was talking about after all. Her sphincter was itching as much as her vulva had itched earlier. When she reached back to try and scratch her anal muscle with her fingernail, Dr. Espizza caught her hand, saying, "No, my dear. To do that would be to cause yourself some harm. You mustn't touch yourself back there with a sharp thing like your fingernail. What your ass needs is a cock."

Thinking back to the previous day, Tracy remembered how she'd believed a penis too slender to properly fit in her vagina would be used in her rectum. Now she realized how accurate her assessment of the situation had been. Espizza's cock had been too thin for her tight cunt, even though her vaginal walls had all but strangled the life from it. So he would fit it iro her asshole.

Before she could think any more, Tracy felt the itch in her sphincter suddenly wiped away by a sharp, stabbing pain. She realized he had tugged her thighs even wider apart, had propped a pillow under her spine, and had lifted her anus to the height formerly held by her tight cunt. And now he was trying to force his meaty wand into her tight rectum. She realized the ring of tight muscle was being painfully stretched. God! Where his hard prick had felt so slender in her steaming pussy moments before, it now felt gigantic in the teeming entryway to her knotted asshole. Christ! It felt immense.

"Owwwwww Uhhhhhhh! That hurts, it hurts. You're hurting my rectum," she pleaded. "Stop! Please, stop!"

But the doctor refused to stop. He rammed his hard cock against the crosshairs of her anal en-trance again and again, pushing and pushing, trying to force her muscle to weaken. But Tracy closed her eyes and clenched her asshole tightly shut, refusing to allow him to shove his hot poker into her. She'd had enough pain the previous day. Paul Finn's breaking her hymen had been agonizing enough. She didn't need this doctor to add to her pain. Hell! She had thought getting accounts for the Jackson Trust Department would be enjoy-able. Yes, she was willing to use her body as Paul had taught her, but she didn't want her torso being abused rather than used. What the man was doing was much too much. To hell with his account. She could go see someone else.

"Unstrap my ankles and let me out of here," she insisted.

"If I do, you'll be in agony all day," he told her.

"I'm in agony right now because of what you're trying to do."

"Wait a minute," he told her, backing off. "I have just the thing. It'll make everything just fine."

Going over to the drawer, he took out what looked like a slender pencil covered with elastic, from which a rubber bulb dangled.

"This'll do the trick," he assured her. "It's nice and slender, and once we've inserted it into your ass, I just squeeze the rubber bulb, inflating the dildo until it's as thick as my cock. Then, when your ass is wide enough, I'll stick my cock in there and do a proper job." He pressed the dildo to her asshole, but she began bucking, so he said, "Hold still and let me fit it in. The sooner we do this, the sooner all your pain will be gone. Struggling is only going to make everything hurt more."

Realizing she wouldn't be released from her present cramped position until the doctor had his way with her, Tracy forced her body to relax. He slowly began the insertion, and it felt like a thermometer moving in. She held her breath, fearful he would hurt her, but for the moment it felt . . . different . . . interesting. And then he began inflating it. He pumped it until it was considerably thicker than his own cock, and Tracy began feeling a stretching discomfort, and then pain. The pain turned to momentary agony, stretching her as she'd never been stretched before. She felt the object pushing deeper and deeper into her, creating an urge to evacuate. It seemed to be moving through her bowel much like she was having an elimination, only it was moving in rather than out. She tried stopping the sensation by tightening her rectum, but this merely heightened the pain. She began writhing and screaming, and she was certain she might have had an embarrassing moment had he not removed the dildo.

Her asshole instantly contracted, and she could feel the way her sphincter was throbbing, much the way her vulva had pulsated the previous day after her vagina had first been entered. But now her anal tract was itching more than ever, and she writhed and wiggled, hoping to rub her sphincter against something abrasive, thereby satisfying that itch. She knew her respite was only temporary, and suddenly felt the thin, blunt head of his solid cock as it touched her puckered anal entryway.

Espizza ran his cock up and down her rectal crack, going all the way up to her pussy at one point to soak the glans in quimjuice, then moving back down to her anal star. Content he had done all he could to make his entry into her rectum easy, he pressed the knob of prick against the inflamed asshole.

The dildo had done an excellent job of loosening Tracy's anal muscle, and though she strained to keep him out, one solid shove was all that was needed to bury his meat into her clutching rectum. Tracy yelped once as the slender cock pushed its way in, running all the way up into her anal sanctuary. The cock, for all its hardness, felt warmer and softer than the inflated dildo. But this time Espizza continued shoving until he had the entire five inches buried to the hilt in her tight rectum. He didn't stop until his balls slammed into the leather table under the pillow on which her ass was resting. Tracy felt his body press against her asscheeks and under her thighs as his slender cock rubbed her anal walls. She knew the only way for this to end was for him to shoot his spunk into her asshole. Once that happened, he'd release her. She refused to believe she could have an anal climax, and all she wanted was to be able to leave while she was still alive. Every little move on her part seemed to cause her additional discomfort, though from Espizza's grunts she was certain he was really enjoying himself. But as she became used to the breadth of the cock, the annoying itch began bothering her again, and this, in turn, forced her to start wiggling her ass.

Espizza didn't give Tracy a chance to say anything at this point. He began stroking into her ass, powering his pistoning cock back and forth. Tracy found herself gasping for breath as he pounded swiftly and surely into her anal depths. She felt her body being shaken very violently, noting he was ramming into her with all his strength. He slammed his entire length in on each forward thrust, then pulled all the way back until only the dome of his throbbing prick was lodged behind her sphincter. He would hold himself there for a fraction of a second, and then he would slam in all over again.

Tracy found it difficult to accept all this at first, but as her body became accustomed to his throbbing cock, she realized his movement had not only stopped the itching, but was actually beginning to feel good. She noted he was teasing her clitoris with his fingers as he continued thrusting his cock into her ass, and even slid two fingers into the tightness of her creaming vagina.

His fingers reamed sweetly into her tight pussy, moving in coordination with the way his throbbing cock slammed into her crushing asshole. The faster he moved, the more Tracy was enjoying herself. She felt her body relaxing more and more, and soon the pain in her rectum was an uncomfortable memory. Now she began humping her ass higher, responding to his thrusting strokes. Her body was beginning to vibrate with sexuality.

She realized she was still hot and anxious. The two vaginal orgasms had not been nearly enough. She needed more. Both orgasms had been good, but neither had been as powerful as the all-encompassing orgasm brought on by Paul Finn the day before. Her sexual frustration, her not being able to find total satisfaction, had enhanced her pain, making it feel worse.

Tracy was still angry at Espizza for having used her this way. More, she was angry at Paul, because she knew he had to have been in on it. The doctor could never have maneuvered her into this position had Finn not said something or other to Espizza. She knew there was no way she would be able to call the authorities against Espizza without ruining her entire future in the stock market. And that was something she didn't want. Not only that, but when her parents learned of what had happened, they would throw her out of the house. She would have no place to live.

Damn! The Doctor had seduced her. And since there was nothing she could do about it, she figured she might as well settle back and enjoy. Besides, she had come to the conclusion, now that the pain was gone, that she liked a throbbing, solid cock in her rectum. The anal stretching had become terribly and erotically thrilling.

Dr. Espizza could feel her relaxing again. He was glad. He hadn't wanted to hurt her. There was no real sadism in him. All he'd wanted to do was fuck her tight cunt and tighter ass, which was exactly what he was doing. Soon she would be having an anal orgasm, and he would feel her rectal tube tighten so much, it would almost crush his penile muscle. He enjoyed the squeezing of her bumhole, and wanted to unleash a gusher of sperm into it. Besides, coming in her ass also removed the temporary danger of pregnancy. His cock was moving faster and faster, and he was enjoying him-self more than he had for the longest time. Once in a great while he found a woman patient who wanted to seduce him, and being only human, he allowed it to happen. But this sweet, fresh, delicious young thing was the most fantastic female he had ever experienced. He wondered what she would be like when she was a little older, with experience of her own to fall back on.

"Thatta girl," Espizza said to her. "Now that you're relaxed, we're both getting the maximum enjoyment from t. is. I mean, your sphincter wrapped around my cock is a tight enough collar without you tightening up and making it strangle my cock. Come on, now. Admit it. You like what I'm doing to you."

"Yes," Tracy admitted. "I like it. It's some-thing different. I've never known anything like it before. And it's helping to get rid of the itch inside me. Yes, yes, keep on doing it. It feels wonderful."

Tracy was feeling less angry now. The son of a bitch was at least getting rid of the itch he had first put into her, and he was really making her feel good. Somewhere, deep down inside her, she felt the signals of a new, different kind of orgasm. The climax was still a long way off, but it was coming. For some reason, she realized the doctor was right. She could have an anal orgasm, and since it was possible, that was precisely what she wanted. She was willing to bet it would be every bit as good as the vaginal orgasms she'd enjoyed.

Reading her mind, Espizza said, "Don't worry, Miss Cole. This time your orgasm will be all-consuming, and you will be more than glad you came here today. You'll really come."

"What . . . uhhhh . . . makes you so . . . uhhhh . . . sure?" Tracy asked.

"Because I've done this with other women, and one of the greatest thrills I've ever had is the pressure of a woman's asshole as she comes. Now, relax completely and enjoy everything."

So Tracy allowed her body to totally let go, knowing it was in Espizza's own interests to make her come, and he would therefore do his level best to bring her off. He wanted her to climax, and that was precisely what would happen.

She lay back on the table, the pillow still under her ass, her feet strapped into the stirrups, thrilling to the powering crashes of his thin cock inside her tight asshole while his fingers moved in and out of her tight twat. One of his thumbs was rotating against her clitoris, bringing every last nerve fiber inside her alive with manual stimulation.

Espizza, looking down at her tender, beautiful body, loved the way her body thumped against the pillow underneath as his cock slammed into her tight ass. He also enjoyed knowing his was the first cock to ever penetrate her ass. With all the other asses he'd fucked, he hadn't been able to tell one way or another, though their looseness was a fairly good sign they had probably been fucked before. Just knowing his had been the first cock to penetrate this divine young brunette's twitching asshole made him feel good. Hell! His had been one of the first to penetrate her cunt, as well. He was in his late forties now, and he doubted if he would have the good fortune to take another anal or vaginal cherry.

Even as he was thinking about the sweet young girl's innocence, he realized his cock would not be able to witlistand much more of this. He speeded up the thrusting of his fingers into her vagina, while he rotated the ball of his thumb all the more rapidly against her clitoris. He jammed his fingers even deeper into her hot, tight pussy, speeding up the rhythm, thereby making her buck all the faster.

"G-g-g-g-good . . . " she gasped. "It f-f-feels s-s-so g-g-good. . . . "

"Yes, I know,'! Espizza told her. "I'm glad you like it."

"Keep rubbing me . . . all places . . . " she gasped.

Espizza, anxious to feel her body tighten with orgasmic delight, rubbed his fingers through her pussy even faster, using his thumb even more strongly on her clitoral button. And the pressure of his fingers in her tight, steaming cunt made the slender wall of membrane separating her pussy from her ass press all the more delightfully against his thrusting cock. The joint fucking made the two of them hotter and hotter, and both realized the time of crisis for each was very close at hand. His fingers, sluicing through her tight cunt, made her feel wonderful, even if they pressed against his cock in her ass. More friction was created in more places. His thumb was pressing so hard against her clit as he moved it, he realized she would definitely pinnacle before him.

Tracy felt the orgasm building inside her. It would shortly take complete control of her. She couldn't hold it back.

Espizza realized she was almost there. He rammed his fingers in and out with even greater speed, matching the tempo with his thrusting cock. And Tracy began wildly gyrating her hips, reaching out for the climax hanging barely beyond her reach. She had to have it, she just had to.

"I'm . . . uhhhhh . . . going to . . . uhhhhhhh come.. . . " she gasped.

"Come," Espizza instructed. "Come! That's why we're doing this. So you can come. Come! Come and squeeze my cock with that wonderful asshole of yours. Come! Ooooooh yesssss!"

"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" she yelled, beyond hearing anything he was saying to her as she reached her own paroxysmic peak of wonderful pleasure. The strong floodgates of her lovely young body suddenly opened wide, and thrilling, delightful pleasure began blasting through her. She was coming with a climax originating in her rectum, just as Espizza claimed she would. She writhed and spun her body in the hope of getting more pleasure from both, his cock and his finger as they worked through her. The thumb on her clitoris was icing on the cake, making her strain for the orgasmic heavens, filling her with unbelievable, thrilling delights.

Espizza suddenly realized he had underestimated the climaxing abilities of the young girl. Her ass responded so strongly, her sphincter contracted so powerfully, it was like a clutching hand milking his cock.

"YAAARRRGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he screamed, clutching her body, feeling her asshole squeeze his cock with such force he was certain the cock would snap right off. He was unable to move his cock in and out any longer. Her tight, grasping asshole had such a firm grip on it, he was locked all the way into her, firing his thick load of sperm against her colon again and again.

Tracy felt the burning semen shoot into her rectum and large intestine. This only made her wilder, and her body squeezed all the more tightly as she bounced on the table.

She blacked out, the rectal orgasm was so powerful. And when she finally came to, she found he had undone the straps holding her feet in the stirrups. He had also pulled out of her ass, removing his fingers from her cunt, as well.

And her body was still spasming with the memory of all that had happened.

Espizza, after dressing, led the naked Tracy into the nearby bathroom, and there showed her how to lie in the bathtub and douche herself. Then, while she was dressing, he wrote her a prescription for contraceptive pills, still insisting they were vitamins, instructing her to start taking them from the fifth day following the start of her period. From then on she was to renew her supply every month.