Chapter 4
There was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Dr. Moulter called out.
Miss Redhead-with-the-big-tits opened the door a few inches. "I'm sorry to bother you, doctor, but Mrs. Jamieson is on the line and wants to know...."
As she looked at and listened to the nurse a semblance of a smile slithered across the doctor's mouth again. When she had given her reply and the nurse had closed the door again, she looked across at me and smiled more openly for a moment. "Seeing you sitting there between two women suggested another important question to me. You've mentioned experiences with one woman and another man, but what about with more than one woman? Ever tried anything like that?"
I looked down at my hands, but it wasn't from embarrassment. It was because I was seriously doubting that her questions were necessary. Did she actually need to know all she was asking, or was she just getting some kind of vicarious kick out of hearing the facts about my sex life? I was strongly tempted to tell her that I'd had enough, but almost as if she had read my mind, she said, "It is important, you know? When a doctor is dealing with a patient he-or, as in this case, she-is not dealing only with the physical body.
The mind of the patient, what has happened to him or her, is equally important In this case I need to know as much as possible about your sexual life ... both activities and attitudes. Now, answer my question, please."
The firmness, the business-like attitude, had returned to both her voice and her mannerism. I swallowed.
"Well ... well, yeah, I tried something like that Hell, I tried anything I got a chance to try!"
"Tell me about it. The first time."
The first time had been when I was sixteen. It just happened to be with the girl I had just told her about the eighteen-year-old college student who had found out that fucking was fun and wanted more of it. It was a typical afternoon; we had gone straight to her bedroom once we got inside the house, stripped down and got together on the bed. I'm started loving her up, playing with all parts, and she had learned the art of body stimulation, too. I was sort of L-shaped, with my mouth on her tits and her hand fondling my prick when we heard someone say, "Well, this is a lovely little scene!"
I just looked up-things like that didn't really bother me-but she panicked. She shoved me away and reached for something, anything, ending up with part of the bedspread pulled up over her tits. It must have looked funny, all her confusion and embarrassment and her ending up there with her tits covered but her pussy hanging out for all to see!
The woman in the doorway was an older edition of her, a tall woman with a lithe body, tits that (once released from her bra) would probably be only a little larger than hers. Her dark hair was cut short; she had an extremely attractive face. A well-modeled nose, full lips, and large brown eyes that were quite expressive. Our eyes met for a moment; then she let hers move down over my body.
"Well, I'll say one thing, you know how to pick them! Young, strong, handsome, and well endowed!" She chuckled, "Darling, why didn't you tell me you've been having such marvelous times?"
The girl just made gurgling sounds, fright still in her eyes and the bedspread clutched at her throat. The woman laughed, then moved gracefully across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached across the girl, took my cock in her hand and petted more than stroked it.
"Oh, yes, you got yourself a fine hunk of man here!" She leaned over then and touched her lips lightly to the girls cheek. "Darling, mother isn't at all angry, if that's what's worrying you. Dear, no. If anything, I'm merely green with envy."
She looked at me and smiled. "Have you been enjoying my shy daughter? Is she a good lay?"
"Extremely good," I answered, smiling. And then, braggadocio as it may have sounded, "Of course, I had to teach her a few tricks of the trade."
"Oh," she laughed, I'll bet you did! With a weapon like that I can imagine the experiences you've had!" She still had hold of my whang. With her other hand, she reached out and gently massaged between her daughters legs. Seriously, she said, I'm glad that you got in there. Maria doesn't realize it, but I noticed the change. She's been so much happier." She laughed lightly again, "Oh, yes, I know how long you've been pronging her. I knew it the first day!"
Pulling her hands away, she leaned across, breasts against the girls legs, and planted a kiss on my cock. Raising up again, she looked into her daughter's eyes, a smile on her cherry-red lips. "Darling, we've shared so much, would you mind sharing this lovely creature with me?"
I thought that the girl was going to have a stroke, but either the mother understood a language I couldn't or decided to take things under her own control. At any rate, she pushed herself gracefully to her feet. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes, then pulled her skirt up, exposing a white and luscious leg, and loosened a garter. She slid that stocking off and repeated the process, this time getting her skirt up high enough that I saw silk panties with a definite dark spot between her legs. She slid the dress over her head and threw it aside, and there was her beautiful body-lithe, only slightly heavier than her daughters.
She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. It fell off, and two medium sized, perky tits seemed to leap up, the nipples overly large. She slid her silk panties off, threw them aside and stood up straight for a moment. Her pubic hair was as brown as her other hair, but it couldn't hide the full-sized pussy under it, the lips slightly parted. My old whang jerked a couple of times just from the sight of it! I think she was already hot, too, because it looked like a couple of little dew drops glimmering on the dark hair.
She moved around and crawled up on the bed on the other side.
"Come, dear," she said as she reached out for my cock, rubbing tits and pussy against me, "we're going to share this lovely creature." When the daughter hesitated, she reached across me, tugged the bedspread away and then pulled the girl over so that I had a pussy against each leg, a set of tits against each side of my chest. "You take his balls, dear, I'll take his weapon; then well switch off after awhile."
Maria had either recuperated or merely decided to go along with it. Either way, I felt a hand on my tool and another cupping my balls, playing with them. I reached down, pushing my hands along my own legs, and got a couple of handfuls of pussy. The mother groaned and rolled away a little, spreading her legs enough so that I could really start feeling her up. I tweaked the slightly parted lips, ran a finger up and down them, while I merely massaged Maria's. Finally I slid a finger in, feeling the moist and warm inner tissue; then I started sliding it around it circles. She groaned, squeezing my cock harder. I worked her more enthusiastically and got my other hand busier with the daughter, at the same time completely aware of the hard-nippled tits against my upper arms. , "Oh, god," the mother groaned, I've simply got to find out what that beautiful thing tastes like!"
She pulled away from me, got up onto her knees and bent over. Grasping my cock by the base with one hand, she lowered her head and I felt her lips slide over the head. I turned for Maria, got my mouth on hers, and while the mother drove me half wild with a well-educated mouth, I fingered Maria's pussy and Frenched her for all I was worth. A few minutes later the woman moved again; I didn't have to look up to know what she was doing. She had straddled me, she was rubbing my cock up and down her cunt The head was between the slightly parted lips, touching inner tissue; I felt her spreading herself wider with it, getting it in deeper while she still rubbed it up and down. She groaned in ecstasy.
I don't remember who made the next move, or how, but finally Maria was up towards the head of the bed, legs spread, and I had my head in her crotch. I was giving her a thorough licking, some excellent tonguing, and she was writhing from the pleasure of it while her mother rode up and down the full length of my ramrod. I put my hands on the insides of her legs and spread them even more so that I could get my face closer to her. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it between her tight lips, got it in as deep as possible, sloshed it around, then started moving my head up and down with the same rhythm her mother was using on my whang. We both increased our speed slowly, then faster, then faster yet. The woman had straightened out some, and now each time she took my cock she got it clear to the base, withdrew, took it again; her pussy was loose at the lips, but it was tight and nice and muscle-contracting deeper within. It was so nice that I couldn't help myself; I began fucking with her, rising up to meet her oncoming cunt, drawing away from it, rising up to meet it again. Maria was doing the same thing on my tongue, then all three of us were thrashing around and spending ourselves. We ended up in a panting, heaving pile, Maria dripping her juices onto the bedspread and the mother and I letting ours merge deep inside her.
Maria had collapsed, her pussy still quivering; the mother rolled away, letting my whang "slurp" out of her hot, juicy box. She fell over onto her back and let out a deep sigh. "Oh, that was lovely! Just lovely!" She finally pushed herself up. "You fired off such a load I'd better go douche!"
I chuckled, rubbing Maria's saturated cunt. "Your mother is a real swinger!"
"I never would have believed it," she said softly. "Oh, I know she has boyfriends and they probably ... but, I mean, to find us doing what we were doing and not only approve but get in on the act...."
And not only get in on that act, but want seconds. When she came back into the room, tits swaying and wiping her cooze with a towel, she smiled down at us. "Look, he-man, suppose I get rid of my husband Saturday afternoon, you come back over and the three of us'll have another little party?"
"That's fine by me," I answered, and it was.
And we did.
"And that was your only experience with two women?" Dr. Moulter asked.
"Oh, hell, no. That was just the first. Y'know, quite often you'd run into two girls out together, it'd work out where the three of us would go some place for fun and games. Hell, one night there were three."
"Heavens, how did you manage that?"
"Well ... well, it was pretty wild during the warm up period, you know. I mean, a guy could almost go out of his mind with three snatches and three sets of knockers, plus three sets of female hands and lips working him all over, but when we finally got down to business, well, it was something!"
It had been. They were all three fairly young, from sixteen to nineteen, and all three were fairly good-looking and nicely endowed. It was lucky for me that I didn't have to make a choice as to who was going to get what-as it happened they either decided for themselves or it just happened. Anyway, I ended up on my back with a gal between my legs; her knockers kept rubbing against my legs, and she really swung on my pole. Another one was sucking on my balls; I had a leg over her tits, and I was giving her a thorough fingerfucking. The third one was straddling me, her snatch in my face, and I was tonguing the bejesus out of her. We'd go along for awhile, then they'd shift. It was sort of like musical chairs. Then they each wanted a sampling in the screwing department, so I'd mount them one at a time and keep working on the other two with hand and mouth. There was no let up to it, and the smell of sex-of come-was heavy in the air. Believe me, when that session was over I was one worn out cocksman!
"How long did that go on?" Moulter asked.
"Oh, three or four hours, I guess."
"How many times did you ejaculate?"
I shook my head. "Man, at least four times. It finally got to the point where my poor tool couldn't even raise its head!"
"I should think not." And then, with what could have been a hint of a smile, "Do you think you could last through something like that now?"
I laughed. "I don't know." I almost added, "But I'd sure like to give it a try." Then I remembered. I was a married man; I had left all of that in the past. Even though I probably wouldn't have married Laurie if she hadn't gotten pregnant, I have been faithful to her from the day of our marriage. And then I remembered something else.
"You're frowning. What brought that on?"
I looked up, deep into her brown eyes. I didn't really mean to say it; it just sort of slipped out. I told her about the scene I'd come upon earlier, Laurie naked in the chair with the naked neighbor woman on the floor between her knees, screwing her with a dildo. I guess that my anger, my distaste, showed.
Moulter seemed to mull it over a few moments; then she said, "You realize, of course, that women have sexual appetites as well as men. As long as you are having this problem, wouldn't you rather your wife satisfy herself with a dildo than with an other man?"
"A dildo, maybe," I spit out, "but another woman ... no!"
"I'm sure that it was with a dildo, Mr. Sheffield," she answered almost patronizingly. "From what you've said of your wife, I'm sure that the other woman was in no way a sex symbol, but merely someone who introduced her to and gave her the courage to use the dildo."
I wasn't totally mollified, but I didn't pursue the subject. To start with, I told myself, it was none of Moulter's business; I shouldn't even have told her about it. She seemed to sense it. She leaned back in her swivel chair, and said, "Well, let's get on with our investigation. After all, if we can solve your problem, that problem will automatically be resolved. Isn't that right?" she smiled.
I merely bobbed my head. At least I thought it would be solved; if I could get back to satisfying Laurie she shouldn't need a dildo-but I wondered. She had become almost overly active sex wise. Maybe now that she had found out about dildos, maybe after I went to work mornings ... The other bitch had obviously been fiddling with herself days ... God, I could see them getting together once us men had gone to work, stripping down and working on each other with that rubber cock; it wasn't a particularly pleasing thought.
Dr. Moulter interrupted my thoughts, another hint of a smile at the corners of her lips and in her eyes.
"You still look concerned," she said, leaning forward slightly from the waist. "Let me tell you about a case I had some time back ... maybe it will compensate for you.
"One of my patients, an extremely attractive woman in her middle thirties, called me from her home one afternoon, quite distressed. I usually don't make house calls, especially during the day, but the poor dear seemed quite upset so I broke the rule. When I got there she was in bed, a sheet pulled up around her throat. When I got the sheet pulled down I found her beautiful body-at least her shoulders and breasts-covered with huge, deep scratches.
"She was not concerned with the pain, particularly, nor even with the possibility of infection. She was concerned that her husband would see the scratches. Can you imagine," she half chuckled, "she expected me to simply erase them! She expected me to have a miracle drug that would heal instantly.
"Well, I finally got the story from her. Her husband, another patient of mine, is quite a handsome man. He's well built, strong, keeps himself in excellent condition. But he had been working long hours during the weeks proceeding this incidence and he" had been simply too exhausted to care about let alone indulge in sexual activities. His wife, obviously like your wife, had a healthy sexual appetite and the absence of relations became almost unbearable. One afternoon she had been sitting in a chair in a housecoat; as she told it she hadn't meant to do anything, but her mind had drifted away and she began to fondle herself. The housecoat fell open, her legs were spread, and she was ... simply masturbating.
"They have a huge German Shepherd, a dog the man had bought to protect his wife when he wasn't home. Well, the woman felt something strange between her legs; it was the German Shepherd's nose, pushing her hand aside. The dog, if you please, took over. He excited her terribly-and eventually he put his legs on the chair beside her and with a slimy, distended penis tried to enter her. She was shocked at first, but hunger-sex hunger as well as any kind of hunger-can do things to people. She finally got out of the chair, removed her robe, and had relations with the dog.
"It became almost ritual. Every afternoon she disrobed and she and the dog had their little affair. On this particular afternoon, when she had called me, her husband had called in extreme good humor, telling her that he was leaving the office early and for her to be ready for an enjoyable afternoon and evening. His implication, of course, was that he was ready for a little catching up in mattress sports. She had been elated, of course, and disrobed preparatory to showering and making herself desirable for him. But the dog-you remember the Pavlovian theory, the teaching of an animal to respond to stimuli-saw her disrobing as a call to sex. Simply stated, when she tried to discourage him he raped her. As big as he was, as powerful, he had thrown himself on her; he had buried his organ in her, almost incensed by her struggle. Bluntly, he had given her a real screwing, the scratches coming when she tried to fight him off.
"So," the good doctor smiled, "don't you think a dildo is preferable to something like that? Wouldn't you rather your wife use a dildo than another man ... or a dog?"
I snorted. "Yeah, I guess so," I conceded. And then, "You mean a woman can really have sex with a dog?"
"Of course. As a matter-of-fact, she confessed to me that it had really been quite exciting. The dog, not unlike some men, would use his mouth on her, getting her extremely excited; then he'd raise himself up, putting his paws on her shoulders, and mount her. They have quite long ones, you know, that come out of those hairy sheaths-I had her manipulate him by hand to show me. Long and quite thick, and-excitingly for her-he had a sort of knot part way along it. They use the same motions, too. And," she chuckled, "they aren't too different from many men in liking variety; he took her from several different positions, including (at the risk of sounding like a bad pun) dog-fashion."
One day, when I was about seventeen, a buddy and I had gone for a ride out into the countryside We'd taken a side road that wandered through farmland, then cut off onto a rutted and obviously seldom used dirt road that was almost like a cow trail. At the end we had come to a stream, and it being quiet and peaceful-and isolated-we stripped down and went for a swim. It was a nice day, so when we'd finished swimming we stretched out on the bank, still naked, and started shooting the breeze. He was another cocksman, but the type who liked to brag about his conquests; he claimed that in reliving them he actually was just enjoying them all over again, but the rest of us had labeled it braggadocio. As a matter-of-fact, while we knew that he had been relatively successful, we weren't convinced that he scored as frequently as he said he did.
Anyway, he started telling me about his victory of the night before, giving every detail, and it was graphic enough that we both ended up with hard-ons. When he talked about feeling the gal up, finally getting her hot enough that she'd strip, then sucking on her tits while he fiddled with her pussy, both our cocks leaped up to attention. When he started describing how he'd rolled over onto her and the feeling of his big-headed cock sliding into her tight, grasping pussy, they both trembled! When he started yakking about sliding it in and out, we each grasped our own tools; man, we were hot to trot! We knew then that....
I merely shook my head. Jesus, if I caught Laurie screwing a dog I'd ... I'd . Then I shook my head, remembering. We should have brought girls along, but it was too late for that. I finally reached out for him, figuring that if I got him warmed up enough he'd roll over and be accommodating, but just at that moment there was a sound not far from us. We both sat up, then laughed. It was only a cow that had pushed its way through the brush and was looking at us with big, soulful eyes. Seeing a couple of big hard-ons didn't bother it at all; it just looked at us soulfully and chewed its cud.
"Hey," my buddy said, "Did you ever...? I heard once about a guy who fucked a horse. You think...?"
I usually was game for just about anything, and feeling a little hot, anyway, it seemed like it might be worth a try! We pushed ourselves up. The cow looked at us unsuspectingly-little did she know that she was about to get a couple of hard cocks rammed up her.
He raised her tail and did his best, but he couldn't quite make it-she was a little too high for him. He got a fairly good sized rock and rolled it over, got up on it, raised her tail again, and a moment later he was saying, "Wow, y'know, this feels all right! Jesus, this's one hot pussy!"
"Hurry up, goddamnit it!" I growled. "I want my turn at it!" Just watching him I couldn't help myself; my hips moved, matching his movement-a dry fuck!
I never did get a chance to feel what it was like. He was screwing away, having himself a time of it-a look of sheer pleasure on his face-when all of a sudden the damned cow bolted. She moved so fast that neither of us expected it, neither of us could stop her. She just pulled away and took off, leaving him with a wet cock sticking up in midair. If you've ever seen a cow run you can imagine what it was like; her hind legs seemed to sort of fly up into the air, her four-titted udder sloshing around, and she galloped back through the brush and disappeared. And there stood my buddy like a statue of hard up manhood standing on the rock! "Goddamn!" he growled, "Why didn't you hang onto her? Goddamn, why'd you let her get away just when I was goin good?"
"Goddamn you!" I answered. "At least you got to feel what it was like!"
Dr. Moulter's voice brought me back to the moment. "You seem to be finding something rather amusing," she said. "Care to tell me about it?"
"Naw," I answered, "I was just thinkin' of something. Nothing important." But I was wishing again that I had had the chance to feel what it was like to screw that damn cow! The way my buddy had been riding her, it must have been something!
Moulter glanced at her watch and I realized that the office had gone quiet. She looked up and smiled, "It's quarter after five, I suppose we had better wind it up for today. I want you to follow the same instructions. Nothing doing with your wife tonight, take the prescription, and be back here again tomorrow at three."
"But I can't!" I blurted out. "I've got a job, I can't keep taking time off."
"Want me to write a note to your boss?" she asked, sounding like a teacher talking to her pupil.
"No," I grumbled, but again I wasn't sure that I was going to obey her.
She had pushed herself to her feet. Now she took the lab coat off, and for the first time I got a fairly decent view of her body. The blouse was even flimsier than I had thought; I could see the shape of her bra under it. It was a form-fitting one, or whatever they called it, but you just knew that once her tits were freed from it they'd be something. Her skirt was tight, showing nice buttocks, firm and nice upper legs, and a slight indention below the crotch. She wasn't a doctor; she was all woman! For the first time my whang stirred a little because of that-because she was all woman! Lovely, well-stacked, mature, with the mien of a woman who would really know what to do in bed.
She hung up her lab coat and took her street one from the hat tree. I somehow got to my feet, took it from her and held it, aware of her perfume now that I was that close and feeling as I was.
Thank you," she said simply.
I walked behind her down the hall and through the outer office, not wanting her to see the beginnings of a hard-on pressuring my pants. I wondered again if it were Miss or Mrs. and wished I had the guts to ask. For the moment Laurie and my years of faithfulness were forgotten. All I wanted was for this woman-this doctor-to get at me with an "unprofessional" touch!
Once we were outside the building she just smiled again, and said, "I'll see you at three tomorrow, Mr. Sheffield," and walked toward her car. It was a foreign job, an expensive sports car, low slung. I got a glimpse of nice thigh, then the door was closed. The engine roared; then she backed out and swung away. I watched her go, reaching down unconsciously and rubbing my half hard dong.
She's inhuman, I told myself, cold as an iceberg. Here she'd swung on my dick a little, jerked me off, yet she showed no interest at all ... god, hadn't she seen it? Hadn't she seen that I wanted to go with her, lay her?
She's sick, I told myself. She's getting her kicks making me tell her all my past sex experiences. She'll probably go home now and work on herself ... maybe she's got her own goddamned dogl Maybe she was really talking about herself!
Maybe she's a goddamned dyke!
"Well," I blurted out, "I know one thing for sure, I'm not coming back here tomorrow!"
I headed for my own car.