Chapter 1
Packer had stripped down to his shorts, the way the doctor had requested. Now he sat in one of the easy chairs, facing the door, and waited for the doctor to return to begin the physical examination.
The door suddenly opened. It wasn't the doctor at all. Mrs. Block stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind her.
She said, "I'm sorry I'm late."
Packer said, "I didn't know you were coming. Mrs. Block."
"I'll be coming a couple of times before I leave this room this afternoon. In here you can call me Dottie."
She slipped out of the mink coat and tossed it into an easy chair. Her glance went to Packer's shorts, and he wondered whether she'd noticed that he was getting stiff.
Now that she'd taken off the mink, Packer saw that she was wearing a light green dress. It fit very tightly and it revealed every line and curve of her body. Her breasts were large and jutting, as though ready to burst through the front of the dress. It lay flat across her stomach, but it was snug over the soft curves of her hips, and it out-lined her thighs. The hem was quite short. Packer could see a couple of inches above her knees. The nylons were sheer and flesh-colored and they made her legs appear bare.
Already she was fussing with her dress. As Packer continued to watch her she stepped out of it and tossed it on top of the mink piled in the chair. She skinned the half-slip slowly down her thighs.
Now she stood in front of Packer in her bra, panties, garter belt, nylons, and high heels. All her clothes were so sheer that he could see through them. There was a triangular patch of gold visible inside her panties, and her nipples were like red berries. Packer felt himself getting stiffer. The front of his shorts came to a point, like the top of a tent.
She asked. "You're not a virgin, are you? You look so young."
She had to be kidding.
"Hell, no," he said. "I'm almost twenty."
"I'm glad." Her hand unhooked the bra. She let the bra straps slide down her arms and flung the bra aside. Her breasts were golden, shaped like miniature footballs. As she bent forward and slipped off her panties, her suspended breasts swayed slightly. She straightened up. Now her breasts jutted out proudly as she kicked off her shoes.
She asked, "What are you waiting for?"
She unhooked the garter belt. As it sailed from her hand she set a foot onto the arm of the chair and began to shove the nylon down her leg. Packer had a clear view of the golden goody snuggled between her thighs.
He stood up and pushed out the front of his shorts so that it cleared the end of his stiffness. He shoved the shorts down to his ankles and used his toes to get out of them. Now she'd gotten rid of the other nylon. She went over and settled down on the big couch that was covered with a pink sheet.
As Packer walked over to her he noticed that everything about her was golden. She was rich and soft, and she lived in an expensive world. Packer thought, as he was about to get onto the couch with her, that it was unbelievable. But that's the way things had been happening the last few days.
She said, "Now let's see what you can do with that." Her hands gripped his stiffness. As she settled onto her back she pulled him towards her as she opened her legs.
Packer let her lead him and guide him. He felt the wet heat of her goody against the tip of his stiffness. He fell on top of her. Her slickness and his weight drove the full length of his stiffness into her. She was hot and she was soft. He was all the way in now. He rotated his buttocks and moved his stiffness around in the pit of frothy cream.
He asked, "Well, how do you like it?"
She murmured throatily. Her silken thighs rubbed against his hips; and then she began to bounce under him. Each time she moved she shuttled her froth and tightness back and forth along the full length of his stem.
"I knew it," she said happily. "Big and hard. I knew it would be this way." She arched and shoved her stomach against him. "Drive it in deeper."
Packer now felt the pulsation of her passion. He felt himself getting bigger and stronger, and he swelled inside of her. He muscled his buttocks and drove against her. He didn't want to hurt her. She was too soft and too golden.
"That's it! Do it again. Harder!"
Packer did it again, and much harder. He drove himself into her. He withdrew slightly and drilled his stem deep inside of her. He could smell her heat and her perfume. Even her body smelled rich.
She gave him a wonderful feeling. It was the best feeling he'd felt with any girl. As he pounded savagely against her she clamped her legs around his waist. Her finger nails ripped at his back and she groaned loudly.
"Oh, I want that! I need that! Keep coming. Faster! Harder!"
Packer felt the goodness building up inside of him. He was beginning to shake because every nerve became tight.
"You're great, Dottie! You feel so good. I ... I can't stand it!
Suddenly everything exploded. The wild heat throbbed within him. He increased the speed and power of his thrusts and it was such a fantastic feeling now he could hardly breathe.
"Goooooodness!"
Dottie suddenly arched and slammed her stomach against his. She groaned loudly, as though she was being tortured. As Packed pumped and spurted he felt her spasmodic convulsions. Slowly she slumped down onto the bed but she was still pumping at him and draining him of the very last drop.
They were both panting heavily. Packer stretched out on top of her. It was still inside of her and it felt very good. He hoped the feeling would last for a long time, because it was very nice, lying on top of her.
Only three days ago, Hack Bell, the manager of The Plaza, had given Packer a part time job at the motel. It consisted of sweeping the sidewalks and the walkways, sweeping the floors, and vacuuming the rugs in the hallways. Yesterday the owners of The Plaza, Luther and Dorothy Block, had come to their motel. While Mr. Block had been talking to Hack Bell, Mrs. Block had slipped Packer a note.
"Call me tomorrow at ten A.M.," she'd written, and there was a phone number underneath.
That morning, at ten, Packer had called her. She'd mentioned something about getting him another job and requested that he be at Dr. Stone's office at three o'clock for a physical examination.
Packer had discovered that Dr. Stone was a woman. She'd brought him down to this very room and told him to strip down to his shorts. The room had soft lights, and it was furnished with a couple of easy chairs. Instead of an examination table, Packed had noticed the couch with the pink sheets.
Now Dottie began to shift about beneath him. "Get off me."
Packer slid off the top of her and settled on his side beside her so that he could look at her. Her blonde hair was slightly mussed and her face was flushed. Her breasts were like mountain peaks, the nippled dark red and hard. Gently Packer cupped his palm over the right one.
"You're all right," Dottie said. "I've got to admit it."
"You're so soft," he said. "Inside and outside and all over." The skin of her breast felt like warm silk. As he squeezed her breast he was surprised at its hardness. He put his head down and nibbled at the nipple.
Dottie began to squirm and her hand rubbed his back. "That really drained me. When I came, I came real good. It was great."
"Thanks for asking me over," Packer said.
"Don't thank me. I should thank you."
He let his hand slide down the flatness of her stomach. He felt her squirm, and the muscles twitched under his palm. He couldn't stay away from her little golden triangle. His fingertips stirred around in the wet and matted curls.
He asked, "Can't Mr. Block do it?"
"Of course he can do it! What makes you think he can't?"
His hand slid down and stroked the inside of her right thigh. She kept her thighs clamped together. "Well ... " he said, "I don't know ... I just thought...." He didn't know how to continue.
"He can't do it enough anymore, that's all," she said softly. "I guess I'm just over sexed."
"I don't mind."
"Well, don't think we're going to make a habit of this," she said.
Packer shoved a little harder, trying to get his fingers between her soft thighs. He hoped she'd open them and let him stroke her there so that she'd let him do it again. Maybe this would be the only chance he'd have to do it again.
He said, "I didn't mean it that way. It's just that you're so soft and wonderful, and you smell so good. I'm getting hot, just thinking about doing it again."
He felt the tightness leave her thighs, and then she was opening them, allowing his hand to slide between them. He moved his hand into the V and placed his palm over her goody, Gently he ran his fingertips along the frothy groove.
Dottie moaned softly. "I'm getting hot, too." Her thighs opened even wider, and there was a lot of room now for Packer's hand.
He slipped a finger into the groove, dipped with it and then brought the finger to his mouth. As he sucked the cream off the end of his finger he felt the big surge of heat in his crotch. It tasted very rich and sweet, like the best honey on the market.
"Why did you do that?" she asked. "Because I wanted to."
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. Finally she said. "You're different than the others."
"Because of that?" His hand went back to the honey pot. He swirled his finger a little bit feeling her contract against it. He was so stiff and big again that he was beginning to hurt.
"Because of a lot of things," she answered. She snuggled her buttocks down against the sheet. "Come on, I don't have much more time."
"Just let me...." He got on his knees and looked down at the golden honey pot snuggled between her open thighs. He couldn't wait to get his mouth down there.
Then he heard the door slam shut behind him. He whirled around and saw Dr. Stone standing in the room. Her face was hard and her eyes glittered.
"Get dressed, young man," Dr. Stone said crisply.
Packer glanced at Dottie. As she brought her legs together she frowned. Then she said, "You'd better go. Do as she says."
Packer glanced again at Dr. Stone. She had her arms crossed and her mouth was a straight line. Packer got off the couch and picked up his clothes. He dressed quickly as Dr. Stone continued to watch him.
The moment he'd finished she opened the door slightly. "Go straight down the hallway, and you'll find the exit."
Packer took one last look at Dottie. She'd turned onto her side so that her back was to him. She was tiny, and curvy, and golden. He stepped out of the room and the door closed behind him.
Dr. Stone went over and looked down at Dottie. "I guess I got here just in time, didn't I?"
"Yes, Olive."
Dr. Stone was a tall, thin woman. In her white uniform her breasts were scarcely visible. Quickly she slipped out of her uniform, and her breasts were like tea cups under the transparent bra.
"You can't let these boys stay too long," Olive said. "It's too suspicious. I can fake it for a little while, pretending that you're here to see me for medical reasons, but don't overdo it."
Now Olive Stone was completely undressed. She stood at the edge of the couch and smiled down at Dottie. "Besides," she said softly, "it wouldn't leave enough time for us, would it?"
Dottie turned onto her back and looked up at Olive. "Why don't you try it with a man, Olive? Maybe you're missing more than you'll admit."
Olive slid down beside Dottie. Gently her hand caressed Dottie's stomach. "I've already told you. I've tried men. They leave me cold."
Dottie asked, "What would you do if I stopped coming here?"
Olive smiled. 'Then I'd have to make other arrangements. But I wouldn't like that." Her hand was tenderly caressing Dottie's jutting breasts. "You're so beautiful, Dottie. So warm and soft, and so responsive. You keep telling me that you don't enjoy me. But I know that you do."
Olive's hand slid down Dottie's stomach. As it neared the damp patch of gold, Dottie obediently opened her legs.
"You see," Olive purred, "you find my touch very erotic." As Olive's hand caressed and stroked she added, "Already you've become very aroused."
"Because of him," Dottie said. Her voice was husky and her throat was tight. "He wanted to eat me. He would have, too, but you came in at that moment."
"He's just a boy, and because he's a male he doesn't know the first thing about a woman's passion." Olive dipped her head. Her tongue began to flick expertly at Dottie's stomach, moving slowly downward. Olive paused to add, "You know that I can arouse you so much better."
As Olive bent over Dottie, the blonde began to moan and writhe. Slowly she began to raise her body, arching herself and offering herself completely to Olive.
"Ohhh, Olive," she moaned. "You do that so nice." Her eyes were clamped shut and she rocked her head from side to side. Her stomach began to spasm in a slow sensual rhythm. Her golden skin glistened as it became gilded with perspiration.
"Olive ... I ... I can't take much more!"
Olive's laugh was throaty. In a low voice she said, "I like it when they get you started." Her tongue continued to flick expertly.
"Olive ... "
As they squirmed and writhed against each other, their groans became louder and wilder. Their mouths were locked together and their tongues dueled hotly as they pummeled towards their climax.