Lorraine slumped miserably in the chair as he left. She was conscious of the come in her throat, and the wetness of her own climax on the crotch of her panties.
Her pussy wept with frustration, making her panties sticky and uncomfortable. She squirmed on the chair, and toyed with a pencil. Her panties rode up into her sweating crack, rubbed her clit, made it burn.
Finally she stood up, pulled her dress up and yanked the offending panties down and off. She stuffed them into her purse.
She sat down. She started fidgeting with the pencil again, rolling it around and around on the smooth desk.
She kept thinking of Angelo and his fantastic cock "No," she told herself softly.
The itch in her cunt increased. Her clit burned hotter and hotter, her cunt began flooding.
Her finger hit the intercom switch. She cleared her throat nervously. "Joyce?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you cover for me for an hour or so?"
"You okay?" Joyce asked. "You sound funny."
"I-I'm not feeling my best. I thought I'd have some tea and maybe lie down for a while," she lied.
"Okay, sure, it's another quiet night. Take your time." "Thanks, Joyce."
Lorraine got up tensely from the desk.
Hating herself, she walked along the silent corridor to Angelo's room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dr. Mansfield glanced nervously down the corridor as he stood outside Kathy Dell's door. He was relieved to see that Dr. Stern seemed to be preoccupied at the desk. He opened the door quietly.
"Kathy?" he called softly.
The pretty blonde teenager sat up. "Yes?"
"I've got what you want," Dr. Mansfield told her. He flicked on the light.
Kathy blinked against the sudden glare. "Oh, thank you, Doctor."
Dr. Mansfield was nervously fumbling with something in his pocket. "I-ah-think we had better check and make sure that it fits properly, don't you?"
"Do you really think so?"
The gray-haired physician nodded. "Think of the consequences if it doesn't."
"But you measured me for it."
"Just the same, I'd like to check the actual fit," he repeated. His eyes kept going from her pretty face to the full thrust of her tits. Her titties jiggled in her pajama tops excitingly every time she took a breath. His cock was tight in his pants.
"Well, if you have to," she grumbled impatiently. "Let's get it over with."
She lay back on the bed.
Dr. Mansfield drew the sheet down and exposed her hips and graceful, bare legs. He sat down on the bed and reached for her panties. Compliantly, she lifted her ass off the bed, let him draw her frilly panties down her sleek thighs. Then she bent her knees and lifted her feet. He stripped her panties off.
"Now, let's see here," he mused. Gently, he parted the girl's knees, spread her legs and exposed her pussy. He felt sweat beading his upper lip. He contemplated her naked cunt. Her twat-lips were delicately fuzzed with light, reddish-blonde hair.
Kathy lay on her back and stared resignedly at the ceiling.
Carefully, he spread her cunt-lips, opened the pink gash, exposed the delicate ruffles of flesh. He made a show of studying her inner cunt-lips. He tried to make the appropriate musing noises as his heart raced.
His finger flicked the nubbin of her clit. She gave a rasp of shock and surprise. "Hey!"
"Did that hurt?" he asked, hoping he sounded concerned.
"You know damn well it didn't," she said, looking at him.
Her tits were rising and falling more quickly.
"Oh?" He stroked her clit again and watched her writhe from the stimulation.
"That's not where it goes," she moaned. "Now come off it, Doc, and get it fitted. Okay?"
With a casual shrug, he took a round plastic case from his pocket and opened it. After taking out the diaphragm, he uncapped a tube of contraceptive cream. Carefully, he filled the diaphragm and ran a bead of cream around the outer rim of the springy dome. He carefully curled the diaphragm and spread her cunt lips again. Then he slid the coiled contraceptive device into her cunt-hole. Watching closely, he pushed the diaphragm up inside the young girl's pussy.
Then, impulsively, he leaned over and kissed her cunt. He flicked her clit with his tongue. Her hips bounced up in reaction.
"Shit," the girl hissed.
The elderly doctor began nursing on her clit. He dragged her clit between his lips and stroked it with his tongue. In reaction, Kathy's hips writhed and squirmed against his face. She cursed at the ceiling. He held her thighs open with one hand. He felt the muscles spasming under her soft, tender flesh.
"Oh, eat me, eat me, eat me,!" she moaned.
Dr. Mansfield drew back from her flooding cunt. He stood up.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes hazy with lust. "What are you doing?"
He stared down at her. His cock was an aching lump in his pants. "Take off your pajama tops," he ordered.
"What are you doing?" she repeated.
"Miss Dell," he said carefully, "if you do not do exactly as I ask, I will tell your parents that you asked me for a diaphragm.
Kathy's lust faded abruptly. She lowered her legs and clamped them together. Then she cupped her hands over her cunt. "You bastard."
"Please do as I ask, Miss Dell."
"You-you dirty old man!" Kathy snarled. "You son of a bitch!"
"Your pajama tops," he insisted, unperturbed by her insults. She was, after all, a slut.
"Bastard," Kathy growled. But she was obeying him, was stripping off her pajama tops, baring her wonderful tits to him. She flopped back on the bed. Her nipples were alert pink berries on the pale globes.
Dr. Mansfield unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. He stepped out of them, then pushed his shorts down and exposed the towering thrust of his hard-on. He saw her eyes flick down to his cock, saw her pupils dilate when she saw his prick, saw the flicker of fear and excitement on her face.
"You're hung like a horse," she whispered. "Your cock must be a foot long!"
Dr. Mansfield reached for the controls of the bed. He punched the button to elevate the area under her hips. Her pussy rose, as if begging to be penetrated by his prick.
He noted that her legs had parted at the sight of his prick. Despite her protests, she was anxious to have him fuck her.
He stared down at her exposed body. His eyes went to her firm young tits, then down to the pouting lips of her pussy. Getting on the bed beside her, he spread her graceful legs wide, made her cunt gape as he bent her knees. Her face was shining with lust and fear.
Grasping his cock, the old doctor bent it down and, parting her cunt lips, he set the burning tip on her twat. He nestled his cock-head in her cunt-hole, then leaned over and began forcing his prick into her tight tunnel.
"Awww!" she groaned. She reached up and curled her fingers around the stainless steel bars of the head of the bed. Her head rolling from side to side, she took his titanic prick. Her knees were drawn up so far they would have been mashing her tits if they hadn't been spread so wide.
Leaning on one hand, steadying his cock with the other, the doctor looked down and watched his monster prick drive slowly into the girl's pussy. It looked as if his bulk would rip her cunt. He smiled and continued to work his cock into her. Her pussy was tight and hot. Just as tight and hot as he had hoped and expected.
"Awwww," Kathy moaned. Her head rolling, her arm muscles tensing and shivering, as she was gored by his cock.
A short, sharp thrust and a quarter of his cock was sunk in her clutching cunt. A slow thrust of his hips and a half an inch of his prick was swallowed by her hot, clutching cunt-flesh. The friction of her tight hole was so great he could feel his foreskin being stretched back from his cock-head.
"God, your cock's so huge!" Kathy moaned, writhing and squirming.
Still looking down at where his cock was parting her pussy-lips, the doctor drove into her cunt, powered another inch of his monster cock into her guts. He drew back a half an inch, drove inward another inch. He felt his cock seeping burning lubricants into her pussy.