The petite black-haired woman was wearing a hospital gown of the type that opened all the way up the back. It had been pulled aside to expose all of the front of her body. Her tits, heavy and firm-looking and tipped with dark brown areolas and pencil tip nipples, stood erect and throbbing. But Betty Sue noticed most of all the wantonness with which she held her buttocks high up on the bed, her legs flung far apart, her pubic hair like a dark halo riding atop her wide-spread cuntal mouth, the inner pinkness of it glistening with heavy moisture.
There was a headiness filling the room, a strange aroma of lust, an odor that seemed to originate within the flexing, spasming cunt of the small woman.
It was the things the doctor was doing to the woman, though, that held Betty Sue completely transfixed. His back was to her and she wouldn't even know he was a doctor except for his uniform, and he was completely engrossed in the woman's pussy, slipping his fingers into it and bending down close, examining it minutely. Betty Sue had a clear line of sight right over his shoulder, because of the way he was bent low over the bed, over the woman's silky-looking thighs, and she could actually see right into the woman's cunt. Her cunt was actually standing open, revealing a dark tunnel right into her lower body, her belly.
Then, to Betty's astonishment, the doctor kissed the woman's cunt. More than that, he buried his face into the pink wetness of her opened crack, burrowing right into the soft delicate tissues of her labia, her clitoris, mouthing it all over, his tongue drilling deeply into her cunt and laying her clitoris again and again.
Just watching, Betty Sue's own pussy began snapping, at her, flexing its nerve endings and sending loud screaming sounds right into her brain. It juiced up, though not as much as the woman's on the bed, and her knees felt weak suddenly, threatening to collapse beneath her.
Still the doctor devoted his avid attention to the woman's cunt, eating it and sucking on it, making loud smacking sounds as his mouth flesh ground against her pussy flesh, his lips smashing against hers, increasing the strong-smelling woman odor all the while.
The woman, moaning and groaning in loud excitement, tossed her head from side to side, her eyes closed and her singing whine giving evidence of the intensity of her ecstasy as she flooded her cuntal walls with her rippling, muscle-snapping orgasm.
Stunned almost beyond belief, Betty Sue reached out and clutched at the door for support, but in her blind shock, she missed, pushing against the door and making it crash loudly back against the wall.
As the sharp sound reverberated throughout the room, the woman on the bed snapped to attention, her eyes opening and trying to focus on Betty Sue while the doctor whirled around quickly, pulling his face out of her spasming, cum-clinching pussy, and trying to stand up.
"Oh, my God!" Betty Sue said, frightened at being caught spying on the couple.
"Mrs. Swensen," the doctor said, calmly, staring at her brazenly. "Your husband's room is just down the corridor. You know the way."
"Uh, yes, thank you, Doctor," Betty Sue said, blushing furiously and angry with herself for letting the man make her feel somehow inferior, as if it was she, not him, doing something wrong. As if he had caught her at it, not the other way around. His face was flushed just slightly, not from embarrassment, but from the friction of his face through the woman's juicy cunt. It was shining with moisture, and her juices, along with his spittle, was tracked all over his cheeks and his chin.
To make matters worse, it was her very own doctor, Dr. William Montgomery, the fine physician who was personally in charge of her Johan, of seeing that he was returned safely to her as soon as possible.
Turning without another word, Betty Sue rushed down the hallway toward Johan's room, her conscience awash in a sea of confusing guilt, her morals shocked beyond her comprehension at being forced to witness such a degrading orgy.
Still, she had to admit, while she reached out to open Johan's door, the scene had been exciting. Her own cunt had gone through a trip all its own, heating up to burning intensity and juicing like mad, as if she was more than ready for Johan's big cock to fill her with hot heavy meat, making her a respectable married woman again.
She paused and breathed deeply, not wanting to appear too flushed for Johan, and certainly not considering telling him about the nauseating thing she tad seen Dr. Montgomery do, groveling around in the woman's pussy that way.
Besides, people just didn't do things like that anyway, so no one would have believed her. She decided it was best to try to forget the whole sordid scene, to simply wash it away from her memory as if it never happened.
Smiling, she opened the door and rushed in, throwing her arms around Johan's strong hunky chest and hugging him tight, breathing in the clean man smell of him and wanting him, wanting his cock up inside her still twitching cunt more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life.
CHATTER TWO
It was a pleasure for Barbara Jean to prepare dinner for her nephew Erik and her sister. There was something she found especially attractive about him, and she wanted to push it as far as she could.
"What do you do for fun, Erik?" she asked, finishing her steak and pushing her plate aside, staring across the table right into his handsome blue eyes.
Christ, she thought, he's so fucking pretty. I'd just love to rip his shirt off and touch his skin, feel his fine pectorals, his waist. Shit! What I really want is to rip his pants off and get at his cock. It sure looked like a beauty, earlier, through his tight-fitting pants.
A virgin cock. There just has to be a way for me to get to it, to touch it.
Christ, to taste it, to feel it erect and firm up and slip it right up inside my old cunt and fuck the shit right out of him. He can handle it, I know he can. He just has to!
"Oh, not much," the handsome teen said.
"Your mother said you had a girlfriend, Erik," she said. "How do you get along with her?"
"What?" he said. "You mean Denise St. James. Hell, she's not my girlfriend. We just date is all."
"Oh, that'd be nice," Barbara said. "I'd like to teach you a few little tricks you can do, too."
"Well, I don't know…" the teen said, and then his mind filled in part of the picture for him and he realized she was talking dirty talk, as his mother called it, about sex things. His face abruptly flushed.
"It's all part of growing up, dear," Barbara Jean said, reaching over to let her hand rest lightly on the teen's upper leg, halfway between his knee and his well-filled crotch.
"Yeah, I know," he said, suddenly uncomfortable, the touch of his aunt's hand against his naked flesh below his brief cut-offs feeling like a branding iron, seeming to sear a big red SEX right on his smooth skin. "Same of the guys talk about it in school, especially in gym, at the lockers."
"Do you strip down naked, Erik?" she asked, a shudder going through her groin at the thought of all his beautiful skin naked and available to her. "Do you shower together? I mean the guys in your… er… class?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, "a dozen of us in the shower room at the same time."
A whole dozen, she thought, and twelve cocks, big and juicy and so ready to be plucked for fucking that none of them could stand the agony of waiting for Barbara Jean to teach them how one second longer. Christ, what I wouldn't do to get my hands on all those beautiful hard pricks. I'd teach them a thing or two. I'd suck them and fuck them and play with them and make the whole damned shower room flow with hot spurting jism.