"Oh, Doctor, fuck me!" she moaned, her pelvis working in circles, her cunt churning around and around the man's plunging, juice dripping cock. "Fuck me deep!"
"What a bitch!" the doctor growled. "What a pussy! I could fuck this red-haired pussy all night."
"Do it!" Alice groaned. "All night! Do it to me! Oh yes!"
The doctor got his arms under Alice's body, crushing down on top of her even harder, fucking her so hard and deep that Alice felt that her body and the doctor's body had become one body. She'd been absorbed into his body, had become part of him, an extension of him. She'd never felt so close to anyone in her life. Ravenous with passion, she gnawed into the man's jaw, clawed his back so fiercely that she feared she'd drawn blood.
"Goddamnnnn!" growled the doctor, his glazed eyes rolling back, all his strength focused into his loins and through his cock as he thrust. "Hot mink!"
He began to shudder in Alice's arms and his cock turned to steel inside her. Despite the cock's hardness, it swelled, then flexed. A torrent of spunk gushed into Alice's pussy, scalding her cuntal walls.
"Ahhhhhh!" the doctor bellowed. "Yeahhhhhhhh!"
Another torrent of spunk shot into Alice's womb, then another. The man's cock jumped like a speared fish inside her, pumping jism into her body. The sensation of having the man shoot off inside her drove Alice out of her mind, drove her loins to the brink of ecstasy, then over the edge. With a groan as loud as the doctor's bellow, she writhed with spasms, feeling the explosions of fuck-itch throughout her loins.
"Oh, Doctor, Doctor! Oh yes, yessss!" She gibbered as she came, her toes clutching frantically, her loins rocking and churning, the ecstasy exploding through her again and again. She had never experienced an orgasm like this. She thought it was going to kill her, but she didn't care – the feeling was all that mattered.
Alice and the doctor humped until they'd squeezed out every tingle of sensation. Finally, he pulled out and dismounted.
"Great fuck, dear," he said. "I hope you'll be making another appointment for an examination soon. If you have trouble getting in, remember – I do make house calls."
CHAPTER SIX
When Alice got home from Dr. Norton's office, she was so wound up she didn't know what to do. The deserted house was intolerable this evening. She couldn't imagine how she'd spent so many evenings alone here, carrying out her duty as the token wife of a man who hadn't communicated with her in years, who probably didn't even remember what she looked like. The reverend had a habit of staring right through people, of speaking to them while his mind was preoccupied with other matters.
She went to the phone and punched out the number of the one person she could think of to talk to right now – Rita. She didn't know if she'd dare mention her trip to Dr. Norton's office, but she had to talk to somebody before she started climbing the walls. She couldn't remember ever being this restless and in need of human companionship.
"Alice, darling, I'm so glad you called!" Rita said. "I've been trying to reach you for hours. I'm so glad you caught me before I went out to dinner alone. You must join me. I'll pick you up."
An hour later Alice and Rita were seated together at a private corner table in a French restaurant called Le Maison. As they sipped wine, they spoke in hushed tones. Alice was feeling the effects of Dr. Norton's whiskey, and she hoped the addition of the wine to her system wouldn't knock her right off her chair.
"I haven't been out to dinner with anyone in ages," Alice said. "I often have lunch with various ladies from church, but never dinner. And I must confess, I'm not at all used to alcohol."
"You shouldn't deprive yourself, dear," Rita said. "After all, what is life for but to live? We must start seeing more of each other, have dinner out together often. After all, our husband's aren't paying us much attention these days. We must look out for ourselves – and each other."
Rita's suggestive smile made Alice blush. It was obvious that Rita had enjoyed this afternoon's activity on Alice's patio as much as she had.
Alice took a sip of wine to bolster herself, then said, "I went to see Dr. Norton this afternoon."
Rita looked stunned. "You don't say?"
"Uh-huh. After you left, I phoned his office. Another woman had cancelled, so I got right in to see him."
"The woman must have been caught up in some terrible emergency to cancel an appointment with Dr. Norton," Rita said, smiling luridly. "So, what happened?"
"What do you think happened?" Rita laughed. "I couldn't begin to guess. Dr. Norton's sexual creativity knows no bounds. He's quite a man."
"I wish I were married to him," Alice said. "Ha! You, and men, and every other woman who's ever been his patient," Rita said. "If patient is the right word. I don't think he gets around very much to performing a bona fide medical examination. Did you enjoy the experience? You must tell me about it?"
"It was heaven!" Alice sighed.
"Better than any pie in the sky your husband keeps promising, I gather?"
"Nothing could ever be better than Dr. Norton!" Alice sighed.
Rita laughed. "Darling, he's only one man among many. Let me tell – I'm somewhat more experienced than you. And then there are women. I hope you haven't lost your interest in women. I have to admit, I immensely enjoyed our session together this afternoon, and I hope we can repeat the performance – many times over."
Alice flushed. "I never realized you were that interested."
"I wasn't, until this afternoon," Rita said. "Now I'm hooked."
Alice's pussy contracted. Their talk was getting her excited. She took another sip of wine and giggled loud enough to draw a few glances from nearby tables. She felt like crawling under her own table and sticking her head between Rita's legs right up under Rita's skirt. She felt like licking some pussy right now.
"I'm so hooked, in fact," Rita said, "that I've been experimenting a little on my own. While you were visiting Dr. Norton, I was sampling a sweet, young pussy."
"I don't believe you," Alice said. "Who?"
"My young house cleaner, Pam. That gum chewing little dear you and I watched do those disgusting things with my lawnboy this afternoon. Darling, I can't tell you how good she tasted. I'll bet you'd love to get your tongue between her legs."
Alice almost came at the thought. She squeezed her legs together.
"Let's leave," she said. "I don't think I'm hungry."
Rita laughed. "Control yourself, darling. After we have a nice meal and some more wine, we'll go to my house and have some fun. I'll tell you all about Pam on the way. Right now, let's change the subject before I lubricate so much I slide off my chair."
As the two women ate their meal and made small talk, Alice had a hard time keeping her mind on anything but sex. She kept imagining Rita with that voluptuous teenage blonde, and her thoughts not only made her unbearably excited, but terribly jealous. She'd never been jealous like this before.
On the way to Rita's house, Rita described in juicy detail every lick and squeal of her passion with Pam, and by the time the two women pulled into Rita's driveway, Alice was so wet between the legs it felt as if she'd pissed in her panties.
"I'm so horny I could rape somebody," Rita said, echoing Alice's own feelings. "Let's get inside before I tear off your skirt and go down on you right here in the car."
As the two women got out of the car, another car, its noisy motor badly in need of a tune-up, or of an overhaul, pulled in off the street and came up the winding driveway, spotlighting Alice and Rita with its headlights.
"Darn it, who's that?" Rita muttered. "Don't worry, darling, I'll make some excuse to get rid of them fast."
The intruder shut off his rattling engine and jumped out of his car. He was shirtless, and dressed in nothing but running shoes and threadbare cutoffs. It was Robert, Rita's lawnboy, and he smelled as sweaty as if he'd just got done cutting Rita's immense lawn and pruning all her shrubs.