Leaning against the sofa the woman gulped down the strong liquor. Her thighs still had the that warm glow Rex had given her with his hungry mouth. She didn't know any more what was right and wrong. Of course the neighbors and her daughter would brand her as a pervert. But the sky hadn't fallen in, lightning hadn't shot in through her window, slicing her and the dog in two. And it had felt so good, so damned good!
She shivered, putting the cold glass to her lips and taking another sip of vodka. Rex had come into the living room and stood in the doorway looking affectionately at her. It had been less than fifteen minutes since… since that animal had touched her. Already, however, she was wanting to feel that tongue touching her once again, feel that furry muzzle brushing over her slick cuntlips. She closed her eyes, pressing her arms against her sides, feeling her body sway back and forth. Yes, yes, she was becoming sexually aroused about this animal, by his wonderful tongue, by that probing, snuffing snout! Of course she was treading on the thin ice of insanity. People just didn't go around letting dogs…
Joyce moved around the sofa and sat down, keeping her knees pressed tightly together. Rex was in front of her, his forepaws together, his head erect while his pointed ears stood up straight. He seemed to be waiting for something, for a command, some sign of weakness on her part perhaps. Joyce giggled, taking another large gulp of vodka. She was already starting to feel a little giddy. She'd have to watch herself! Debbie would be coming home soon. She couldn't find her like this!
"You can't do this again," Joyce whispered, peering over the drink glass at the animal. Rex knew she was talking to him and whimpered, leaning his head forward, wagging his bushy tail from side to side over the carpeting.
Joyce could still smell her own muskey, sexy cunt. She wanted to whine as Rex whined, feeling her sexual tension building again. She finished her drink and lay her head back, Joyce smiled, feeling her breathing quicken. All she had to do was sit there, not move a muscle while the animal finished her off. She moved to give him some of her cuntmeat, then thought better of it.
"No!" she said firmly, getting up and moving back to the kitchen for another drink. It would be hard fighting off the animal from now on.
Chapter Three
"What's in here, Doctor?"
Debbie felt her heart quicken as they stepped into the large basement storage room. It was late. She shouldn't be down here alone with this young third-year resident. And yet he had told her he needed help in bringing up some supplies for emergency room. After all, she was a volunteer helper at the hospital, helping Out where she could. And Doctor Ray Tiffany was so handsome he made her heart skip beats whenever he looked at her.
"Damned light. The switch's supposed to be on the wall somewhere here," he said, fumbling along as they stepped into the large underground room. There was a dampness that made the girl's flesh crawl. Rubbing her fingers briskly over her bare arms Debbie stood nervously in the center of the room. There was the musky smell of rotting card-board and that pungent aroma of antiseptic that permeated all rooms of the old county hospital. She saw the shape of Doctor Tiffany move about through the darkness, one hand of his trailing along the wall, searching for the lightswitch. What had he wanted down here? Something about bandages. She hadn't paid that much attention to his request when he came up to the nursing station where she worked and asked her to help him. The nurses gave her a wink smiling as she left with the young stud and headed toward the elevators.
Of course Debbie never had anything other than work on her mind. She just thought the young man was dreamy, a kind of stud a girl's dreams were made of.
"Just wait a sec."
Debbie saw Ray approaching her after moving around aimlessly for a while. Turning halfway around, the young girl saw several old hospital beds pushed against one wall, stacks of boxes on either side. The good doctor passed her by, walked to the door, then closed it. Immediately she was engulfed by the darkness.
"Oh, what are you doing?" she asked.
Debbie felt her flesh crawl. What was going on? She could hardly see.
"Debbie."
The way he pronounced her name had a terrific effect on her body. She felt her belly tighten, her nipples stiffen, poking hard against her bra. The young teenager sucked in a deep breath, feeling a strange itchy tingle start between her legs. The young woman could feel her hot, sensitive plump cuntlips starting to swell with blood, one folding over the other while her clit popped up from its surrounding slick flesh. It was wrong, wrong to feel like this. Her mother had told her so.
"Doctor… maybe… we'd better… go upstairs," she said, her voice coming in low pants.
Ray said nothing. She could hear his breathing. It was as heavy, as rapid as hers. Her scalp crinkled. For a moment Debbie wanted to run for the door, to beat the wood with her fists and scream for help. But what would that accomplish? Ray hadn't done anything to her… yet. And besides, no one would hear her screams, while anything like that would probably provoke Dr. Tiffany to do something terrible to her.
"I've been watchin' you, Debbie," he began, his voice lower than before.
"Oh?"
A thrill flashed through her cunt, intensifying the hot, mushy feelings between her legs.
"You're nice, real nice. Better than some of those women upstairs who don't know how to take care of patients," Ray continued, moving closer to her.
Debbie backed slightly towards the beds, realizing in a few minutes what she was doing. Bed! The thought of her wriggling on the mattress with Ray squirming on top of her raced through her confused mind. Oh, what a delicious fantasy, something to think about when she was alone in her bed at night. But certainly it was something to avoid here! What if they were caught? Oh, she could imagine the scandal, what her mother would say if…
"You've got a good heart, a fine personality in dealing with people. Why don't you use it when you deal with me, Debbie?"
Her body was doing such funny things. The tips of her boobs were so hard they felt as if they were about to come right through her bra! Her cunt was moving as if it had a life of its own. Its full, elastic lips curled and trembled while her clit popped to the surface. She whirled around, saw the beds behind her, then turned back to the approaching resident. No, no, he couldn't be thinking about… fucking her! No man had even touched her there! Her mother had told her that fucking was something strange and wonderful that men and women did after they were married! Ray stopped talking for a moment, standing some ten feet in front of her. He might as well have been pawing her body. Debbie could hardly breathe! She put one hand to her chest, feeling her heart beating so hard she was sure Dr. Tiffany could hear it!
"Please, don't we have to get back upstairs?" she almost cried.
"They won't be expecting us for some time. I told them we'd be sorting out the different bandages down here. I've got a beeper if they need me," he said, patting one side of his firm body.
His white coat shone in the dark. She could feel his eyes flashing all over her body even though she could barely see him. She remembered how big he was, how his massive chest, his muscular arms all reminded her of the build of a weightlifter. He didn't look like a doctor-at least not the kind she'd always seen on t.v. or in the hospitals. Her pussy spasmed when she thought about the man in front of her and some of the erotic dreams she'd had about him lately. Thank God it was dark. He couldn't see her cheeks flushing red hot as she thought about him.
"And I think you want to stay down here with me anyway, right?"
He stretched out a hand, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her toward the beds. Debbie followed him silently, her heart racing, her mind so confused she couldn't think straight. he was so strong, so overpowering! There was little she could do except follow him like some zombie.