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The Hospital

By: Phil Aeschio



My wife had gone to stay with her parents while her father was in the hospital. When she returned, she told me about her sexual escapades.

She'd been spending a lot of time at the hospital. She was tired and tense. A very handsome doctor started on the evening shift, and noticing her fatigue, invited her to the doctor's lounge for a cup of coffee. Since everyone was asleep, she accepted. While she was having coffee, he said she looked tense. Admitting she was, he came behind her chair and began massaging her shoulders through her blouse. Since he was so attractive, and the massage felt so good, she began to relax.

As he tried to put his hands inside her collar to massage on bare skin, the neck wouldn't open enough, so he asked her to undo a few buttons. Since two were already undone, when she opened two more, her blouse was barely held on. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra, when he moved the blouse off her shoulders, the front came up, so her breasts were still well covered. His hands felt even better on her bare shoulders. She relaxed even further, and began to feel mildly aroused, but knew she wouldn't do anything about it.

He then began to massage further down her back, further down her arms, and further down her chest. As his hands crept closer to her breasts with each pass, she was starting to get even more aroused, and seriously began thinking about what might happen. Here he was, a doctor who knew about disease precautions, and a very attractive one at that. And here she was, away from me, and not getting laid. And she knew that not only did I trust her completely to always do the right thing, and that I would not only not be upset about her having sex, but in fact would be extremely turned on to hear her tell me about it later. But, it was nothing more than a friendly massage, and he wasn't making a pass at her, and she was too reserved to do anything about it overtly. She still didn't know what to do if he did attempt to go further. By now, she half wanted him to do something, but she was also afraid that he would. But, she was horny.

For the longest time, he just kept massaging her back, arms and upper chest. But by now, he was rubbing her upper breasts, being careful to never touch the nipples. He began spending more time on her chest, and less on her back. Even though he wasn't touching the nipples, he was moving her breasts slightly each time he rubbed them, and the motion was causing her nibbles to rub the fabric of her blouse. They had definitely gotten hard and sensitive. It felt sooo good. She was completely relaxed, and her breathing had increased. When she looked up at him, he smiled and she knew that he knew she was getting turned on. Now his rubbing was teasing, and they both knew it. Her nipples were now rubbing harder against her blouse, and she was rapidly losing control.

When she slid slightly down in the chair, he leaned over and lightly kissed her. When she didn't object (after all, what's one small kiss), he kissed her again, harder. When she made no effort to pull away, he kissed her a third time, keeping his mouth on hers. When she got bold and let him put his tongue into her mouth, he grasped both nipples. She was so turned on by this time, she came at his touch. He now knew that she was his, to do with as he pleased. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and she stood up to take it off, melting into his arms as he kissed her again and again.

As he rubbed her ass through her pants, he ground his crotch into hers. When he moved his body to reach for her zipper, she rubbed his crotch with her hand, pleasantly surprised to find a very large bulge. After he had her pants unzipped, she kept her body at an angle, allowing his fingers free access inside her panties. As his finger first penetrated her, she again climaxed, surprising her that she was so turned on, but it had been a long time.

After locking the door, he led her to a couch, removing the rest of her clothes. When he took off his own, she was pleased with the large size of his cock. When he sucked her nipples, she spread her legs wide to invite him into her. His cock was so large, it wasn't easy to get in. But slowly, steadily, he filled her up. She couldn't believe how good it felt -- like her big dildo, but this cock was real, and real always feels better, especially if it's big, the bigger the better. He began pumping into her, slowly at first, but quickly building speed. Her cunt just clamped onto his cock, feeling like it had never felt before, wrapped around a giant cock. She was climaxing almost continuously. Faster and faster he fucked her, while she wrapped her legs around him to get him as deep as possible. All too quickly he came, and his cock was so far inside her, it felt like he was shooting come into her stomach.

Afterwards, she felt guilty, and decided not to tell me -- after all, what I don't know can't hurt me. The next night, she was afraid to see him, because she felt that once was great, even terrific -- she'd always remember it and think of that huge cock while having sex with me, but once was enough. But, she was surprisingly disappointed that he wasn't working. Even though she had decided she wouldn't have sex with him again, she was vaguely depressed that he wasn't there. When she got home, she masturbated thinking about him and his big cock and how good it had felt stretching her out.

The following night, he was working again. She now knew that she was glad to see him, and if he wanted her again, he could have her, any way he wanted. But after he seemed to ignore her for a while, she stopped him to talk. He invited her to the doctor's lounge again, and she got wet with anticipation during the walk down the hall -- she was ready for him. In the lounge, he acted as if the earlier night had not happened -- offering her coffee and just chatting, when all she wanted was to get fucked again, deep and hard. As she was talking, another doctor came in, and he locked the door. This new doctor was the most handsome black man she had ever seen. Sitting down, he asked the first doctor if this was the one he had told him about. When the first doctor, her lover, said yes, she was pissed that he had kissed and told. The black man said that he understood she was the woman with small, sensitive tits that loved big cocks. She was embarrassed by his talk, but also strangely aroused.

The black doctor said his cock was even bigger than the white doctor's, and he loved women with small tits. He said that if she showed him her tits, he would show her his cock. She didn't know how to answer that, what to do. Here she was, ready to be fucked by the first doctor, suddenly in a room with two handsome men, both with big cocks, and she just wanted to get out of there, and she wanted to stay. The first doctor told her to stand up, and obeying, she did. The black man told her to take off her blouse, and saying to herself, "what the hell," she did as asked, because despite being fucked by that big cock, she was still horny, or rather horny again because of being with that big cock. When she removed her blouse, the black man stood up, and removing his clothes, proved that he was even bigger than the white man -- his cock was immense, and she knew she was going to have it. He lay down on the couch, and began playing with himself, while the white man came over and began to kiss her and play with her tits. While kissing him, she couldn't take her eyes off that huge black cock. He removed her pants, and then led her to the big black cock on the couch, directing her mouth to it. She got on her knees, and began to suck that big cock. And although she couldn't take very much into her mouth, she gave it her best. Meanwhile, the white doctor took off his clothes, and kneeling behind her, sank his big cock into her cunt. Because she was so wet and so ready, he was able to ram it all the way in with one push. Having a huge cock in her mouth and another in her cunt fucking her while she was on her knees, she came immediately. Because it felt so good having her cunt stretched out on that cock again, she wasn't able to give the one in her mouth her full attention. After she came several times, the guy fucking her came deep inside her, and then pulled his cock out. 

She dropped the cock from her mouth to tell him she wanted it back in her cunt, but he told she to sit on that big black cock. She didn't think she could, but she still wanted to be fucked, again and again, so she spread her pussy lips as wide as she could, and began to lower herself onto that cock. Because she had just been fucked, and he had come inside she, she was as wet and as wide as she had ever been. But because this new cock was so big, it was still slow going to get it inside. Her leg muscles were getting tense trying to slowly lower herself on that cock, but she knew she wanted it. Inch by inch, she impaled herself on that cock, until she could go no lower, even though there were a good couple of inches of cock to go. She just sat there, feeling fulfilled and marveling at the size of it, bigger than anything she had ever had inside of her, when she came again. 

Slowly she lifted herself up, and then down again, fucking herself on that pole. As she picked up speed, he began to pump his hips, pushing himself even deeper into her. When she again came, she stopped going up and down, but he began to lift her up and down on his cock, faster and faster. Finally, they both came together as he stopped her when she was far down on his cock. His come felt like it was scalding her insides as he shot jet after jet inside of her, and she wanted it to never end. Reaching down to feel him, she was amazed that he was all the way inside. As good as that first cock felt inside her, this one felt ten times as good and she knew then that she could never get enough of big cocks.

The Hospital



As we arrive at the hospital, my friend Brian is in an awful lot of pain. It was obvious that his leg was broken.The ambulance crew took him through to the A&E department as I followed behind.

Because he was in so much pain a doctor examined him straight away whilst I went to the desk to give the receptionist his details. After doing so I was asked to take a seat.

Turning round I saw people sitting there in seats arranged as a square, with everyone facing into the centre but with one side of the square open. In the centre of the square was a small table with magazines placed upon it. Most of the seats seemed to be taken but I spotted one in the middle that was vacant and so I went and sat down there.

After sitting down I looked up, as you do, and surveyed the seats and people opposite me. For a brief moment my eye caught the eye of a woman sitting directly opposite me...about 10 ft away. For a second she stared back and then looked away again. Attractive, I thought. Jennifer Anniston type hair, and although slim, I did notice a nice curve of her ass sitting on the seat. Mid forties maybe...but had obviously looked after herself.

Not wanting to stare I looked away again.

As time went by I kept looking back at her. She had beautiful legs which were crossed over her knee. She was wearing a thin white blouse and a medium length skirt which sat just right and showed just a modicum of thigh.

I was distracted by the sound of laughter, not too loud though, coming from down the corridor. I turned my head to see a doctor talking to a nurse. He had one hand on the wall behind which she stood and was obviously chatting her up. She was quite attractive, also in her forties with a figure that would have been the envy of a lot of women younger than her.

I turned my head back again. Many of the people had now gone but the lady opposite me was still there. She uncrossed her legs and for a brief moment I could see between them. No tights or stockings and I caught a brief glipse of white panties. Such beautiful thighs...and then they closed again.

Time does seem to drag sometimes as you're sitting there in a hospital waiting room. But not for me as I kept looking back at this beautiful lady.

She began to fidget about a little in her seat, probably through sitting there for so long, then she stood up and walked away...obviously going to stretch her legs. Five or ten minutes passed by and she didn't return. By now I was getting a bit fidgety myself, and so I also got up and decided to take a stroll. I wondered off down a corridor. 

Nothing much to look at in hospital corridors and so you start reading all the signs don't you. I had gone a fair bit down this paricular corridor which was completely deserted when I noticed an open door. It was only slightly open, but was dark inside. Through what must have been only curiosity I quietly pushed the door open and looked inside.

There she was, the woman who had been sitting opposite me. She was standing in the darkness looking through a window into the next room which was much more brightly lit. From behind her I noticed the movement of her skirt and arm. She seemed to have her skirt pulled up at the front. And then I noticed through the window, a couple in the next room...the woman was leaning forward on to a desk...her white uniform pulled right up over her back. Behind her was the man. His trousers were round his knees and he was obviously fucking her with a passion. It was the doctor and the nurse that I had seen earlier. They were side on as I watched mesmerisied as he plunged his cock into her over and over again.

I looked back to the woman in front of me. Now I realised what she was doing. Although from my position I couldn't see, she must have had her hand between her legs, fingering her pussy. Her ass was moving backwards and forwards slightly as she surveyed the scene through the window.. She obviously had no idea I was there.

My cock was throbbing like hell as I slowly approached her. I stood behind her, not quite touching her, but she must have sensed I was there. She stopped her movements and slowly turned her head to look at me. As her eyes reached mine our gaze locked together as she recognised me from the waiting room. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. I saw her eyes close as she began to finger her pussy again.

Together we both watched the couple through the window, my hands rubbing her neck and shoulders as she continued to rub between her legs. The man in the other room now pulled his cock out of his partners pussy...it was glistening with her juice. We were only about 5 or 6 feet away from them, just the glass of the window in between. The top of the window had a separate louvre which was open and we could hear every sound. Now the nurse was knealing in front of the guy, she had hold of his cock and was sucking on it furiously. We could hear the sucking noises as he spoke to her...." Baby...you do that sooo goood..I never want to take my dick out of your mouth."

We two were breathing quite heavily as we watched...but not wanting to let them know we were here in case they stopped. Her ass backed into me and I felt its firmness against my bulging cock. A shallow moan escaped her lips as her hand reached backwards to feel my dick pressed hard against her.

My hands came down the front of her blouse to feel her ample tits...the nipples were sticking out like pebbles. I squeezed them hard as she pushed her ass back against my throbbing dick. She was bent forward as I pushed against her... I could feel the cleft of her ass as she moved it up and down.

There was a low flat soft topped bench running parallel to the window...I guided her to it.

I pushed her forward and she knelt down on it on all fours ....her hands supporting her body. With my heart pounding in my chest I lifted her skirt to push it upwards up to her neck. Her tiny thong-like white panties glowed in the half light through the full length window. The thin strip of material was pressed into her ass crack. I pulled at it with such roughness that I felt it tear under my fingers as the flimsy material parted from the waistband. I knelt down behind her...I could see her pussy lips...thick and sensual...shaved...

My mouth went to her ass..licking at the crack..sucking and kissing her rounded womanly cheeks. My tongue licked at her tiny asshole, making quick circular movements all around it as my fingers held her thighs so tightly. She lowered her upper body down onto the bench making her bottom spread a little more.. and her pussy more available. Now my mouth came down a little further...down to those luscious lips...God they were so wet as my mouth pressed to them. So smooth and silky...my tongue slipped in so easily as her juice spilled over my face. My tongue ran up and down from her fuck hole to her clit...backwards and forwards making her moan out loud as she pushed her ass backwards into me.

My cock was hard as hell and I stood up and quickly pulled my trousers and shorts down to my ankles. I pressed my dick against her wonderful ass...Oohhh...as I felt the warm touch of her skin. We stayed like that for a second or two...me pressing against her...my prick in her cleft...and she pressing against me.

'Open your legs' I said in a hoarse whisper...'I'm going to fuck you now like he's fucking her next door'.

Willingly she did this and my hand moved my cock down into the wetness. I felt the tip of the nob slide into her lips and then straight into her hole. 'Ahhgg..' she gasped as I lunged forward, my cock burying itself right up to my balls. I began fucking her wildly like this...doggy style. In and out my pulsating dick went as we panted and moaned out loud.

I became aware of the couple next door again. They must have heared us through the open louvre in the window and had stopped what they were doing and were looking at us. I stared back at them while I continued to plunge my cock in and out of this wet pussy from behind.

Now she also became aware of their gaze and turned her head to look at them.

We carried on fucking...my cock continued to pound her juicy wet cunt. The nurse in the next room stood up from the kneeling position she had held while sucking his cock although she still had hold of it. Now they were watching us as my dick slid in and out in long hard strokes.

For a few seconds they stared back at us, then she turned around again and assumed their first position over the desk. He now slid his dick deep into her cunt from behind also, and began to fuck her in the same fashion as we were doing. Each of us was looking through the window at the other. My hands moved round to feel her tits...nipples hard as hell. I squeezed and held on as I jerked forward burying my dick even further into her juicy twat. The other guy now did the same as we copied each other..our hands moving round our respective partners body squeezing and pulling and feeling as we both thrusted our cocks in unison into beautiful wet cunts.

Both women surveyed the scene in the other room.... watching as they each saw the other have their ass pounded..and at the same time feeling the same sensations as the other. That wonderful feeling as they felt the tips of our cocks pushing deep inside them as their pussies sucked at our throbbing shafts and dripped golden love honey on to our balls.

The four of us were now making quite a bit of noise. The desk in the next room squeeked as powerful thrusts pushed his dick upwards time and time again.

We heard the nurse's moans as she approched the climax. They got louder and louder and more high pitched. This sparked off a similar reaction in front of me and both women began rushing towards their orgasms. My lady broke rhythmn and started spasmodic jerks up and down as her moan became an audible whaleing sound. I was aware of the guy next door pulling his cock out and cum spurting all over her bucking ass. I felt myself beginning to cum also and began to pull out. 'No' she screamed in a hoarse voice, and reached round to grab my dick. She took hold of it as I started to squirt all over her cunt, and she pushed it all the way back in. Ooohhh...yeeesss.... my sponk pumped out in violent spurts.....her ass meeting my every thrust as I held her hips tightly. Now we both held together...no thrusts...just a tremendous locking of our bodies together.....her ass joined to my loins as the last of my cum emptied into her. I leaned forward, now cupping her breast with one hand. The sweat from my brow dripped downwards to mingle with the tiny beads of perspiration already on her back. One final squeeze on her tits and I leaned backwards again, pulling my dick out. With it came a mixture of cum and pussy juice which oozed from her cunt and down her legs and dripped off the tip of my cock, running down my shaft to flow over my already soaked and matted hairy balls.

Not what you'd expect while sitting in a hospital waiting room.



The Hospital



We watched as he tumbled down the stairwell, his head slamming into the steps and railings, we breathed sighs of relief as he hit the floor, I turned to my friend and went to leave when she suddenly screamed.

"He moved," she said. I leaned over the rail and saw him laying in the same position as he was before.

"You're just hallucinating Sally, he's still there look," I pointed, when I actually looked again I couldn't believe my eyes, he'd gone. Sally started sobbing quietly and pulling on my arm. "Shh, be quiet for a moment," I whispered, I could hear the sound of someone trying to be very quiet, the shallow breathing and the almost noiseless tap of shoes on tiles. "He's climbing back up," I breathed. We both ran into the main corridor where Sally ran back to my room and grabbed Aimee's hand, dragging her further along the corridor. I went back and leaned over the balcony to see where he was, he was only two flights down and running up the last of the steps, knowing his stealthy movements had failed. I panicked and ran to the lifts, urgently pushing all the buttons and praying that one arrived before he did. 

I couldn't hear Aimee or Sally anymore, I hoped they'd found somewhere safe to hide, and that my diversion would give them a chance to escape. Yes! The lift doors opposite the stairwell opened, I bolted through the gap jamming my thumb against the close door button before they had a chance to fully open. I saw him through the rapidly decreasing gap, he had blood pouring from a cut above his eye and his face had a murderous look, the doors closed and I was moving down. Halfway between two floors I stopped the lift and sat down in a corner cradling my broken arm, as I sat there listening to the Muzak I thought about everything that had happened and decided that this wasn't the worst thing. 

Two months earlier the three of us had been out on the town with our partners, the night started off with a meal and lots of alcohol, then moved onto a club with more alcohol, then a nice walk through the park to our hotel. 

This was where the trouble had started, it started off with catcalls and whistles from the shadows which we all ignored, it wasn't until a group of men stepped onto the pathway that we stopped talking and started taking notice, it was then we realised that another, larger, group of men were behind us. Our men instinctively pushed us behind them so that Wes and I were facing forward, Sally and Tony, and Aimee and Declan were facing back along the path. The two gangs slowly advanced, still whistling and shouting taunts, trying to provoke us into retaliating, fortunately we all managed to keep our heads, until the smaller gang reached us that is.

The leader of the pack looked past Wes and stared at me, taking in my figure, my face and what I hoped was a look of defiance, he seemed to appreciate what he saw, he turned around and must have said something because his cronies started laughing. It wasn't going so well for the others either, I could hear Aimee whimpering and Sally trying to calm her, I reached back and grabbed their hands, reminding them that we were all in it together.

"Well, this is something to write home about" I joked quietly, while squeezing their hands for comfort.

"Which one do you fancy?" The Leader called over our heads,

"The red-head, boss," came the reply, then it was my turn to be comforted, Wes took another step back, completely blocking me from view.

"Look, gentlemen, we're not after trouble," he said, "we have a little money on us, and a few expensive trinkets, but please don't harm the girls."

"Who does he think he is, calling us Gentlemen!" The Deputy mocked, "we won't hurt your 'girls', as long as everyone does as they're told."

It was then that Tony leapt forward and, knocking the Deputy over, he bolted for the bushes and cover of darkness. A few of the gang members unloaded a few shots into the shadows while Sally screamed after him. I pulled her between me and Aimee, but this was to no avail, Tony's mutiny had tipped the balance and they surged towards us. What followed was a severe beating and eventual shooting for Wes, he tried to protect us while Declan lay on the floor taking the beating he was getting. Once the guys were out of the way, the gang had their way with us too, you name it they did it, and because I flatly refused to cry or to stop telling the girls to hold on, I got the worst of it. To be completely honest I hardly noticed, the love of my life was lying two feet away and his blood was slowly flowing into the gutter, my two best friends were crying and screaming next to me and I couldn't do a thing to help them, I had never felt so helpless.

As it turned out Tony had ran back through the park, with a bullet wound in his leg, and hailed the nearest taxi whom he told to call the Police and Ambulance Service before fainting on the pavement.

The Police arrived just as I was close to breaking, I'd been abused so much that I'd lost count of how many times I'd been passed round the gang, my entire body felt like it was on fire, Sally and Aimee had fallen silent a while ago, and I was worried that they had passed out. It turned out that Tony hadn't managed to tell the cabbie exactly where we were before he fainted, so the Police had gotten together their entire force and had constructed a net which they put into action, it seems that this gang had committed a number of horrendous sexual attacks recently and the Police didn't want any of them to slip through their fingers.

Once we were settled in the hospital and all our wounds had been tended to the Police told us that we wouldn't need to testify because enough witnesses and other victims had been shocked by our ordeal into coming forward. 

A few weeks later when we were able to travel we boarded a plane home, due to our injuries we were flown first-class, just to make sure we were comfortable.

So, here we were, recovering in a private hospital, my right arm was broken, I had three broken ribs, and internal bruising, as well as a shredded anus and vagina, and serious bites on my breasts. The amount of spunk we'd swallowed made us sick for days and the girls didn't speak for about two weeks, they had various cuts and bruises as well as the same anal and vaginal injuries as me.

Then, this morning I woke up to the sounds of screaming and gunshots, I thought I was having another nightmare so I just lay there with my eyes closed, until Aimee and Sally came bursting in, tears streaming down their faces,

"We've got to get out of here," Sally whispered urgently, "now, they're after us!"

It took a moment for this to sink in,

"No, they can't be," I stuttered "they're in prison, in America, there's no way that any of them are here."

"It's not them, it's someone else," Aimee answered fearfully, "Mae, I don't want to die!"

"Of course you're not going to die," I said, I was trying to think quick, "there's a stairwell just round the corner, we'll creep down there and out the back door, just follow me, but stay low."

I slid gently off my bed and onto the floor, trying not to jolt my tender ribs. I opened the door and looked both ways before beckoning them forward, we got to the end of the corridor before he came round the corner at the other end, I turned around and only Sally was behind me, we ran into the stairwell and we could hear him following us, this was when he came at us and we somehow managed to push him over the edge.

That's how I found myself cowering in the corner of a lift. I heard a noise above me, just a creaking noise, nothing distinctive, which is why I screamed when something landed on the roof, I jumped up and pressed the button for the nearest floor, crowding as close to the doors as I could as he landed on the floor behind me. He gripped my outstretched arm and wrapped it around me while pressing his face into my neck, then he whispered,

"Now, Mae, why would you do that to me?" I stiffened in his arms, how did he know my name? He turned me round and tried to kiss me but I turned my head away. He took a step back looked at me, "come on Mae, the more you cooperate, the less it'll hurt."

"Well, if you know more than just my name, then you know it'll hurt no matter what I do. Who are you?" I asked.

He stepped forward and tried to kiss me again, when I pulled away he slapped me hard across the face, making me almost fall to the ground, I looked up and tried to stand without touching him.

"Hmm, let's try that again shall we?" He laughed at me, and leaned in, reluctantly I raised my chin and accepted his lips. Suddenly my pocket started ringing, I'd hurriedly picked my phone up before leaving my room, he reached in and pulled it out.

"Ooh, it's Sally," he said, "shall we talk to her?" He flipped it open and put it to his ear, "hello Sally, Thomas here, I'm afraid Mae's a little bit busy at the moment, can she call you back?" I snatched the phone out of his hand and heard Sally pass the phone to someone else,

"Thomas Whittaker? This is Detective Inspector Keane speaking," came the voice over the phone.

"Detective, this is Mae, are Sally and Aimee OK? Did they both get out?" I asked urgently.

"Oh, Miss Shaw, thank goodness you're OK," that remains to be seen I thought, "yes, both Miss Cross and Miss Greenford escaped without any additional injuries," came the reply, I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face away from Thomas. He grabbed my arm and span me back around, so I was pressed right up against his chest.

"Well, here's a development," he whispered in my ear, "it's true, you do care more for your friends, then you do for your own wellbeing, this will be useful." He took the phone out of my hand and hung up. "So, Miss Shaw, how about I make you a proposition," I looked up at him, "once I'm finished with you, I won't go looking for your friends, but only if you do exactly what I say."

"Once you get out of here you'll be arrested and sent to prison, there's no escaping that, so what you've just said is known as an empty threat."

"Not if you've got Diplomatic Immunity," came his reply, halfway through his accent changed from upper class English to broad Australian. All I could do was stare, while trying to get my head around what he'd just said. "Which means," he continued, "that unless I'm strictly forbidden to do something by the English courts, I could get away with murder, but, you are far too hot to waste, so you don't need to worry. Now, kiss me," he ordered. I flung my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine,

"Fine," I growled and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. My phone started ringing again, and again he answered it,

"Aha, Detective Inspector Keane, how nice to hear your voice again, I hope you didn't suffer too much from our night out a few weeks ago," he put his hand over the mouthpiece, "because it was he who told me where you were, I plied him with drink and he spilled his guts," he said matter-of-factly.

"I have some news for you Detective, Miss Shaw has just agreed to consent to everything, so there really is no need for you to stay, we've got it well in hand."

"Pass the phone to Miss Shaw, Mr Whittaker, I.."

"How about I put it on speakerphone Detective, that way I'll know you aren't telling her to do something stupid," he held the phone in front of his face and pressed a few buttons, "fire away Keane."

"Miss Shaw, is what Mr Whittaker just said true?"

I glanced at him and answered,

"Yes, Detective Inspector, it is. I have promised to oblige him in order to protect my friends from further harassment." I said while sticking my middle finger up at Thomas, I heard Aimee and Sally gasp in the background and start to protest.

"Aha, well Mr Whittaker, there is still the matter of you and your people entering the St. George Hospital and forcing the patients from their beds, in some cases causing grievous bodily harm, not to mention the criminal damage inflicted upon the building."

"Yes, well, that can all be dealt with once I'm finished here, Detective, we shouldn't be too long, only a few days, I'm assuming there's food and drink around somewhere, we'll be fine. No need to worry," and with that he hung up.

'Only a few days!' I thought, I started to panic and realised that this was much worse than New York, this man actually wanted me, not just a quick fuck, he wanted to make it last. I moved to the other side of the lift and cast around wildly for anyway to escape.

"You must be wondering why I'm doing this to you," he said. I had thought about it, but didn't want to ask out loud, I was foolishly worried it would sound cliched! I almost laughed at my situation, I didn't want to seem cliched, yet here I was about to become the cliched self-sacrificing heroine.

"Well," he said, "your ordeal in America made world news, and it was on the news here for weeks, when I heard how you had allegedly stayed strong for Aimee and Sally I was intrigued. I had been wondering for a while whether there were any self-sacrificing people left in the world, people who do things for others and don't expect a reward. Well, there is no reward for what you did, and what you'll be doing in a minute, and I wanted to know if you were the real deal, if you really were that selfless, that caring, and I had to find out. Unfortunately I came across some hitches, firstly, you weren't accepting visitors, other than that of your family, secondly, I had no idea where you were, there was a blanket ban on the newspapers revealing your location, thirdly, if I did actually manage to gain an audience with you, how would I get the proof that you were as selfless as I hoped." He took a breath and moved so he was standing next to me, "I agonised for weeks as how to get close to you when it suddenly struck me, just walk in there and demand to see you, if that didn't work then use my well-trained men to clear the way to your room. As you've probably worked out I had to use my men," he laughed at his own joke. "And now," he continued softly, stroking my shoulder, "here I am, and here you are, ready to do my bidding." He placed his hand under my chin and pulled my face close to his, "now, kiss me."

I closed my eyes, thought of Wes and leaned forward, his lips locked with mine, soft and warm, gentle, careful almost. Then his passion took a hold on him and he pushed his tongue into my mouth, eagerly exploring my mouth, I reciprocated his effort playing with his tongue, gently sucking it until he pulled away.

"Wow, I'm so glad I waited to do that," he gasped, "you have the most wonderful tongue, I wonder if it's that good doing other things, get on your knees."

"I can't," I said, my voice trembling, "I'll be sick, I don't know how many I had to do in New York, but I can't even eat a sausage without cutting it up first. Please, don't make me do this." I was pleading, begging for mercy, something I never thought I'd do, I never thought I'd have to.

"Look at my face Mae, see this gash above my eye, you did that to me, you owe me," he was talking seriously as though he believed what he was saying, I almost believed him.

"Owe you!" I suddenly laughed, "you were coming to rape me, I don't owe you anything!" He grinned then his hand shot out and he slammed me against the wall of the elevator, I cried out in pain as my already broken ribs were crushed and gradually sank to my knees.

"Just take it slowly and you'll be fine," he said, while unzipping his trousers, "pull them down and take it out," I took a deep calming breath and reached up for the waistband, "but, my sweet, I want to be down your throat in the next thirty minutes."

Once his trousers were around his ankles I reached for his boxer shorts, taking as much time as I could, unfortunately he caught onto what I was doing and pulled his boxers down himself, and there it was, standing upright pointing towards the open hatch in the ceiling of the elevator, my only escape route. I gripped it with both hands gently stroked it up and down, I could feel him quivering beneath my fingers. I pulled it down to my lips and kissed the head while trying not to gag, I regained my composure and tried again, this time managing to lick it from the head right down to the hilt and back again, finishing with a quick suck of the tip. I could tell he was getting impatient so I put the head in my mouth and started sucking while licking it and using my hands to manipulate the rest of his cock. As I got used to the feel of it on my tongue I took more and more into my mouth until he was at the back, almost to my throat, I pulled back so he was completely free and dry-heaved over my shoulder.

"Now, now, none of that please," he mocked, "you're almost there!"

I looked up into his eyes and he smirked at me, "You look gorgeous, I want you to look at me when I'm actually in your throat." I almost burst into tears at his callousness, instead I sucked him with renewed vigour, wanting him to climax as quickly as I could make him. I could tell he was close to the edge when I swallowed him, his balls were resting on my chin and I couldn't breath, but I looked up at him and felt him tense in my throat.

"Ok, stop," he managed to say, "I said stop! Oh my god, you bitch!" He cried out as he ejaculated down my throat. He waited until he stopped before pulling out and punching me hard on the jaw.

"I wanted to make fucking you worthwhile, you dirty, cocksucking, whore!" He stormed, "I guess you'll just have to start again, and learn to do what you're told," he sneered.

As he moved towards me the lights went out and I took my chance, I quietly moved so I was roughly underneath the hatch and jumped, the sound of my cast hitting the edge alerted Thomas to where I was hanging and he grabbed at my legs, I swung them wildly hoping to gain some momentum to swing my legs up and onto the ledge. I ended up catching him in the face and heard the all too familiar crack of breaking bones, and the sound of him falling to the floor as his feet got tangled up in his trousers. I managed to grip onto something on the outside of the elevator and pulled myself through, I slammed the hatch door shut and pulled the latch to keep it closed. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I saw a sliver of light just level with my head and realised that it must be a doorway to one of the floors, I could just make out the sound of him untangling himself when suddenly a shower of bullets burst out of the floor next to me I screamed and pushed myself up against the wall of the shaft. He laughed and said something incoherent then he started jumping obviously trying to push the hatch open. I turned around and scrabbled at the sliver of light, trying desperately to open it but I was far too weak and had almost given up hope when it opened of it's own accord and a pair of strong hands reached down and pulled me through. I collapsed on the floor at the feet of the man who had saved me, he was dressed entirely in black with an automatic rifle hanging at his side, he was accompanied by about 5 other men all dressed in the same uniform. He reached for a walkie talkie on his shoulder and said,

"We've got her Sir." I breathed a massive sigh of relief but almost fainted when I heard Thomas' voice come back through, crackling slightly

"Well done, but get me the fuck out of here! And do not, I repeat, do not allow her to stand without one of you holding her very tightly, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," came the answer, "you heard him men, Marston, hold her, Wyford, Jones, get down there and get him out." There came a chorus of 'Yessirs' and I was yanked to my feet. I was held in a vice-like grip as Thomas was pulled from the shaft, it turned out that I had broken his nose when I kicked him in the face, so, as well as the dried blood from the cut on his forehead, he now had blood pouring from his nostrils and his nose was bent to one side. He staggered to the nearest room and must have looked in the mirror because when he came out his nose was straighter, I cringed inwardly at the feeling of bone grating against bone. He walked up to me and while looking into my eyes said,




The Hospital



I woke up thinking that there was no way the pain could get any worse. My stomach was in knots and I had tossed cookies for the third time in the longest hour of my life. Since it was my first semester in college I had no idea what steps to take next; so I called my mother. I told her the truth – I had partied the night before but not very hard. She had no advice for me. Still my stomach made me feel like I was dying rather than hung over. I got up to try and use the restroom when the pain went from bad to worse. 

It was at that point that I decided to face my fears and just go to the hospital for a quick check up. After calling campus security to take me to the hospital I told my girlfriend what was going on. 

"I hope you'll be okay baby, call me when you get out?"

"Sure. It's nothing I promise – can't be too careful."

The car ride to the hospital was embarrassing to say the least. Here I was, some stupid freshman that campus security had to tote around to the doctor because she wasn't allowed a car on campus and couldn't handle her alcohol. I was sure that I would never have another sip of alcohol for the remainder of my life. What made me most uncomfortable was that the security officer taking me to the hospital was a man. He wasn't old but wasn't young either and he kept glancing at me trying to make small talk. The small talk was fading fast as I began having trouble with my breathing. When would we get there? How far away is the hospital?

I learned ten long minutes later that the hospital was not far off and I was just being impatient. I gave the attendant at the counter my insurance information and she called my mom (who was surprised to hear I'd actually stepped foot in a hospital) to clarify all of the information. Now it was time to play the waiting game. I sat in the waiting area and watched as everyone ahead of me got treated and my pain worsened with each second. Finally I was called, and I went with a nurse to the back end of the hospital.

This was my least favorite part of going to any doctor; being weighed. I came in at a whopping 220 pounds, 5'4", as I'd been since I tuned sixteen. I had short brown hair, hazel eyes, and not much interest in the way of fashion. Everyone looked at me like a freak. I could tell what they were thinking.

"It's people like her who give America a bad name and an obesity stamp."

"She'll never get laid looking like that."

"I wonder if she tried to drink herself into thinking someone would go for her. College girls can be so naïve."

I've heard it all before. I'm bigger, I'm not exactly pretty, and people just don't want me. That's why I had a girlfriend. She was the only one who would ever want my body... or so I thought.

After running some tests I was surprised to find that what I had was not alcohol poisoning at all, and I would have to stay for more tests. I was given drugs for the pain, and that's where things started getting groggy. Painkillers hit me pretty hard in any normal circumstance, and this was an extra dose to make me feel pretty numb all over. Needless to say I was pretty loopy.

A male doctor came in and introduced himself as a recent graduate from my school. I thought it was pretty neat that I was meeting one of my own kind... it even made me feel comfortable and more relaxed in such a dismal place. 

"I just need to check a few things. Can you tell me what the pain felt like in the beginning?"

"It's like nothing I've ever felt. It started as a stomachache and then I started throwing up. I was sure it had to do with the alcohol."

"How has it progressed since it started?"

"Well when I decided to come in I could barely breathe and when I stood up straight it felt like my body was being ripped into two at the lower end of my stomach." 

"Alright. I'm going to have to check your stomach and your vaginal region will need to be examined as well since the pain is so low in your stomach. Would you prefer a female nurse?"

I had no idea what to say. He was very handsome and I was comfortable with him; he was my kind. But I was self-conscious about my weight and the way I must look to a man – any man – especially under these circumstances. I didn't want him touching around or in my pussy. Quite frankly I was appalled that it even needed to be examined. 

They say that the biggest lie women ever tell is...

"No, I'm fine."

Oh my...did I really just tell him that?

"You're sure?"

No. Not one bit sure. Get out of my room and away from my body.

"Yes. I'm positive."

It was a losing battle. I wanted him to touch me more than I wanted to know what was wrong with me. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what was going to happen next. 

The examination went smoothly at first. He pressed my belly at all sorts of angles and asked me to breathe certain ways. Then out of what seemed like nowhere he worked his hands down my legs. I was expecting him to spread my legs and feel the outside of my vagina but it was a fruitless hope. Was it supposed to be this way, or was I just so drugged up that I was imagining the caressing hands that were then sliding down from my thighs to my ankles. Lightly he stroked my legs up and down, and finally he pushed them apart from between my thighs. 

I was completely naked under the hospital gown and I could feel cold air rush into my pussy. He did not ask me to breathe certain ways or push on the outsides of my vaginal region for better understanding. Actually, he didn't speak at all anymore. What I felt next was horrifying, and very erotic. His thumb pushed into the top of my clit, right where my g-spot is, and he rubbed small circles there for a minute or two, obviously waiting to gauge my reaction. I was so stunned that I said nothing, I could barely breathe and he interpreted my silence as consent. His interpretation was incorrect.

As much as I hated to think it, I was about to be raped in some form and I was fully aware of it; but who would believe me? I asked for it, right? This was my fault because I would take anyone who came my way and everyone knew that was true. I had no voice in the matter.

I felt two fingers move into my pussy slowly, pumping in and out and gradually picking up speed. I could barely breathe as it was, but my breathing intensified. He groaned quietly to himself and I heard a zipper pull...

Instantly I was no longer groggy. I was at the peak of awareness and was ready to call for help when he shoved his cock straight into me with no warning. He was big. I'd been sleeping with a girl lately and a cock this size was too much for me to handle. I whimpered to myself but otherwise made no other objection. It would be over soon, I was sure. 

He fucked me gently at first, even strokes in and out of my pussy and I got wetter with each pump. I was enjoying having a real dick in me for the first time in a very long time, but I knew it was wrong. I began to fantasize that he was someone I knew, someone from the party the night before that I'd wanted to fuck anyway. He began to speed up fucking me harder than I've been fucked in my life. Finally he spoke.

"Does it hurt?"

Yes. God yes. It hurts so much. I hate you. Please don't stop.

"Mmmmm..."

I was in no position to speak. If I opened my mouth then I would have screamed loud enough for everyone in the hospital to hear. He started to slow down and dumbly the only thought that came to mind was that I was doing something wrong. I wasn't satisfying him. And then it happened. He pumped hard and fast for exactly 9 seconds (I had to do something to keep from screaming, so I counted) and then pulled his cock out. My pussy clenched and released over and over again, not ready to let him go. I had not cum yet. He was cumming into a cloth and wiping himself clean, groaning the whole time.

After he wiped my pussy clean, he stuck two fingers back in and felt the sides of my vagina until I yelped from pain. The meds were wearing off and he had hit a tender spot. He took out my chart, wrote a few things down, and pushed my legs back together.

"I think we'll need to take a few x-rays. I'll bring in a solution for you to drink before we scan you. Is there anything I can get to make you more comfortable until we're ready for you?"

Yeah. You can go to hell. Get hit by a bus. Fall off a cliff.

"Water, please. I'm so thirsty."

"Thirsty. Hm. Okay."

And then he walked out. A different doctor brought my water. Up to that point I had always wanted a man to take me for his own; I guess I've got to be more careful about my wishes from now on.



The Hospital Appointment



My first attempt at writing a story that will hopefully turn the reader (both male and female) on. All comments are most welcome and encouraged.

The story is based on someone I met online. A muse if you like to call it that. Always looking for others.

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Chapter One - Aching need

Zoe sat in the rather rundown waiting room and studied the other three women leafing through the selection of magazines to be found on the glass-topped table by the door. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she was aware that her breathing was slightly quicker and shallower that normal. My God she was nervous, but at the same time consumed with only what she could describe as a delicious sense of sexual excitement. She was aware that she had worn her tight grey dress, and it didn't leave much to the imagination. Although she considered it sophisticated she knew her hyper sensitive nipples would be showing through the dress making her look like a cheap tart, and if she stood up, she was sure the moisture oozing from her pussy would be noticeable to the other women in the room. 

Absentmindedly she leant over and picked up a magazine from the top of the pile. It wasn't for quite a few moments until she realised what she was leafing through. On the double page in front of her eyes was a thin girl with short blonde hair, earrings, her mouth open, looking directly into the camera as two long hard cocks penetrated both her holes. The caption next to it was in English, German, French and Spanish and read: 'And when she fingered her anus invitingly, Rene brought his cock head to her soft pink hole. "Is this what you need?" he asked as he rammed his prick in past her tightly clinging sphincter.'

Zoe guiltily looked up but none of the other women were paying the slightest attention. She looked down again and flicked through the magazine to read the title: Blue Climax 73. Page after page was full of glossy photos of young women in various states of undress, their legs akimbo, their pussies and arse holes spread wide, cocks plunging in and out of every orifice, mouths open, lips red and covered in huge wads of semen. 

She looked up again and noticed the woman closest to her was looking at a magazine entitled: Anal Sex, Full colour - on the cover a dark hired girl was sucking on a stiff cock whilst both her other holes were being fucked. Meanwhile another girl was fingering the ball sack of the man buggering her. She looked again at the woman and caught her eye. Zoe gave her a nervous smile and the woman noticeably rubbed her stockinged legs together and smiled back at her. 

Why hadn't she noticed it when she first sat down? Zoe now realised that a heavy aroma of sex filled the air of the small waiting room. She swallowed and could almost taste the juices now lubricating the cunts of the women around her. 

Suddenly the door opened and a young nurse with brightly dyed red hair popped her head around the doorframe. 

"Hi, I'm Stacey. Would you like to follow me?"

She smiled a knowing smile as the women put their magazines back on the table and followed her out. Zoe was last in the queue and watched Stacey in her tight nurse's uniform as she led them to a nearby lift. The doors opened and they all filed in as Stacey pushed the button for the eighth floor. 

"So how are you all today?"

Everyone for a moment said nothing until a tall blonde woman decided to break the ice.

"Nervous."

"That's perfectly understandable considering what you are all about to do, but you'll love it, trust me."

"Will we all be in the same room? It's just that I was surprised as I thought I would be the only one?" Zoe looked at the short lithe young woman who had just spoken (the one who had been looking at the anal sex magazine) and her face indicated she was having second thoughts about the whole day. Thank goodness it wasn't just her. 

Stacey sucked on her top lip and looked at the four women. 

"This is a big research project that you are now part of, and we need as many volunteers as we can find so that the evidence collected will be of scientific value. Initially we started off with just one volunteer at a time Mrs Issac, but we found out that people were more relaxed and uninhibited this way."

Mrs Issac was not looking convinced.

" I can assure you that once you have seen the set up we have, you'll be convinced. The fact that you'll be in close proximity to these other lovely ladies will make the whole experience even more pleasurable for you. Zoe found herself looking at the other women and catching their looks of apprehension. Oh well, she could always still back out if it wasn't for her. 

The lift stopped and the doors slid silently back.

"Professor Stokes is waiting for you at the end of the hall. I assume you have all followed the pre- experiment checks?"

There were shy nods all round and Zoe wasn't the only one who blushed at the thought of what had happened at the Beauty Spa only an hour before. Her pampered pussy, bleached anus and irrigated colon still felt fresh even though her throbbing cunt was now dripping wet. 

Stacey showed them into an office at the end of the corridor where Professor Stokes (short, bearded, glasses and quite chubby) stood in front of a projector.

"Welcome ladies, welcome. Take a seat please. Can Stacey fetch anyone a drink? Perhaps something to relax you?"

There were murmurs of agreement and within minutes chilled glasses of white wine were placed in front of Zoe and the others. Whilst this was going on Stokes introduced himself to each woman, acting the perfect host.

"Well let me first say to you all, thank you so much for getting involved with our research at the clinic and to assure you that all that the effort will be worthwhile. I thought I would take this opportunity to quickly go over what we are studying and what you can expect of your time with us. Now I understand from Stacey that all of you have signed the necessary paperwork."

Stacey nodded and quickly handed the Professor the documentation who quickly flicked through the papers, humming to himself and nodding.

"So all of you have agreed that all your bodily orifices: that's your mouth, vagina and anus are available for penetration. That's good, as sometimes it can be very difficult to know who said what in the heat of the moment can't it Stacey?"

Stacey winked at the four women and smiled, "Yes, it would appear they are all willing to be fucked in every hole."

"Yes indeed nurse." 

The Professor frowned at Stacey who continued with a little giggle, "to be made airtight."

"Nurse, can we please dispense with the vulgar terms?"

"Yes Professor. Sorry."

"Sorry about Stacey, she really can get rather excited sometimes and lose sight of her professional status in this research. Anyway where was I? Ah yes."

Stokes flicked on the projector and up came a diagram of a woman and man copulating. 

Zoe felt her nipples harden as she looked at the textbook diagram. It reminded of school biology lessons where she first found out what fucking was. She remembered not soon afterwards she began to fantasise about the biology teacher fucking her and began to play with herself, successfully making herself climax for the first time.

"So as you know, the research we are conducting here is quite unique, and it all began with the hypothesis that the human penis is so shaped and designed so that not only can it deliver semen deep into a female vagina, but also its pumping action can suck out semen from a previous ejaculate. So the experiment we have designed here is to see which ejaculate is left inside the vagina after several men have deposited their seed. You lucky ladies have offered yourselves to be the recipient of four loads of semen one straight after the other so that we can observe which semen wins out so to speak. I think Stacey might refer to this as a gangbang, wouldn't you my dear?"

"Yes I would Professor. Four hard cocks for each of these ladies to fuck them senseless and then shoot their thick wads of salty spunk deep into their juicy cunts."

"Quite my dear, quite so."

Zoe could sense the sexual anticipation in the air. It was almost liquid. The thought that all four of them, would soon be getting fucked by four stranger's cocks, made her slightly dizzy. She tried to imagine Mrs Issacs with all her holes filled as in the magazine 'Anal Sex': trying to swallow the length of that big slick cock and then she realised the woman was smiling at her. She smiled back and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Fuck, if she wasn't careful she'd come.

Stokes flicked to the next slide of his presentation and there was a slight pause in proceedings as everyone looked at the perverted scene on the screen. There was Stacy in her nurse's uniform, video camera in hand filming a woman who was lying back on a raised padded platform. There were four men surrounding the woman: she was holding a stiff cock in each hand, a man's face was buried between her widely spread thighs and a semi hard cock was hovering just out of reach of her open mouth. She almost seemed to be straining her neck to get her lips around the slowly thickening penis. 

"As you can appreciate things can become a bit wild during the research, but we always like to keep a record of what happens to each of our volunteers. This lady here was one of our first volunteers, and as you can see, she soon lost her inhibitions."

The Professor clicked over to the next slide and this time somehow the photographer had got right behind Stacey as she was filming a close-up of the action. Stacey was filming a short but rather thick cock as it slid deeply into another woman's mouth. The woman's mouth was stretched wide, her eyes closed in what could only be described as delight, as she attempted to accommodate the straining tube of meat. And as for Stacey - well she was bent forwards, legs wide apart, her tight nurse's uniform had ridden up showing a pair of white panties. Between her widely splayed thighs all the women could see her panties were soaking wet and accentuating the ridges of her barely concealed pussy. 

"You got quite hot and bothered that time, didn't you nurse?"

"Yes Professor, I wouldn't be human if I hadn't." 

"Yes, our Stacey really does get rather too involved sometimes."

The next photograph induced an audible gasp from the women. A young woman, her long blonde hair falling forwards obscuring her face was riding a large black cock. Stacey was kneeling beside the young attempting to guide another ramrod cock up her arse hole. Two other men were holding the blonde's arse cheeks wide apart. Stacey appeared to be oblivious to the hidden camera operator, as her pink little tongue was poking between her teeth as she concentrated on inserting the straining penis.

"Now ladies, you have nothing to worry about. There is no chance of these pictures ever seeing the light of day. We take your anonymity very seriously. 

Zoe took a mouthful of wine to conceal her increasingly excited state. She was sure that when she finally stood up the seat would have a damp patch as her pussy was now was throbbing and her clit was just aching to be rubbed. Almost as if the other participants were feeling the same way there was a momentary pause as everyone absorbed what was about to happen.

Mrs Issacs finally found her voice, although the initial sound that came from her mouth was more of a moan than a word. "So the men who are taking part in this trial, are they all as well-endowed as him?" She looked up at the screen indicating the powerful penis that the nurse was so avidly trying to wedge inside the anonymous woman's bum hole. Stacey giggled again. "You wouldn't believe it, but she had never had anal sex before, let alone a DP, but she loved it. The first two or three inches were a bit of a struggle weren't they professor, but once she relaxed the rest just slid all the way in, balls deep?"

"Yes she was very tight initially."

All eyes were fixed on the professor who had a barely susceptible smile on his face. The cat was about to get the cream.

Chapter two - All holes used

Mrs Issacs appeared suddenly to gain some confidence.

"And how do you choose the men for this study?"

"By choose, I assume you mean, do we vet the applicants who come through our doors?" The Professor studiously cleaned his glasses with a lens cleaner, before putting them back on.

"Yes, I mean are they particularly gifted in the size of their...?"

Stacey beamed her brightest smile at the woman. "I think she means do the applicants all have large cocks professor."

"Ah, well, it's interesting you should mention that Mrs Issacs because we have already, I think it is fair to say, established that penis size appears to have no bearing on successful insemination."

"What the Professor is trying to say ladies, is that the men in this study group have cocks of varying sizes. We have seen some really small ones, no more than four inches, wouldn't you say Professor?"

The Professor stood up and clicked up another slide. "Yes my dear."

"Right up to a whopping ten-incher, that was quite some job fitting that up Mrs Cathcart's pussy, don't you remember Professor?"

They all looked up at the screen and saw before them a graph showing the relative size of penises so far used in the study. And indeed Zoe could see a typical bar chart which indicated that the most common size of penis was between five and six inches. 

"The men in the study all have a clean bill of health, very important to us that, for obvious reasons. Some are circumcised, some not; some are small and some large; some thin and some thick. The men are between the ages of eighteen and sixty, all have a medium to high sperm count."

"But what happens if they can't perform?" Mrs Issacs was getting quite bold and Zoe could almost feel all the women, including herself, relax, as someone finally began to ask the questions they were all dying to know the answers to. Zoe had thought to herself earlier on in the day about that. What would happen if the men didn't fancy her and couldn't get an erection? Would be she expected to suck off a limp dick in front of everyone? Because if so, that would be just too much. She didn't mind the idea of getting fucked with lots of hard cocks, in front of an audience, but limp cocks!

Stacey began to giggle again. "Don't worry ladies, we haven't had any men so far who haven't performed their duty. After a little shyness they all eventually get into the spirit of things. But just in case we have a whole cupboard full of stimulants that would get the limpest dick hard enough to fuck the tightest bumhole. 

"Nurse!"

"Sorry Prof, I'm just so looking forward to today.I've never enjoyed a job more."

Zoe looked at the nurse again, who almost curtsied in front of them. "Shall I get the ladies ready Professor, as time is getting on and the men will be in the pre-study room getting hard already, what with all that porn we are showing them."

"Yes, you are right nurse. We don't want any of them ejaculating in the wrong place after saving themselves for the last three weeks. That would be a massive waste of valuable semen."

Zoe knocked back the rest of the wine and placed her empty glass on a tray by the door as she followed the small group of women out with Nurse Stacey leading the way.

The changing rooms were the sort you would find at a modern gym and for a moment, when Zoe closed the door behind her, she thought that perhaps she had been dreaming. Perhaps it was just another Tuesday evening and she was going to change into gym kit and do a long work out on the machines. But the hospital gown convinced her otherwise. With trembling hands she undressed, hanging her dress up on the hanger provided. She took off her bra and peeled off her panties which, as she expected, were soaking wet. She looked at the gown and realised it was the sort that did up at the back, the sort that often came adrift and showed off you bare bum to the whole world. Her mind was in a haze and her stomach was full of butterflies when suddenly the nurse's voice broke through the silence. 

"Come along ladies, don't be shy."

Suddenly locks were being opened and doors thrown back so Zoe automatically followed suit. 

Outside of the bank of four cubicles stood Nurse Stacey with three other young female nurses. 

"No going back now. Don't look so worried Zoe, you are going to love it."

Suddenly Zoe realised that everyone was looking at her and she blushed. Her face nearly matched the red dye she wore in her hair. She looked down at her perfectly pedicured feet: red nail varnish.

"So what is going to happen is this. Each of you will be accompanied by one of us. We are going to be with you throughout the whole process, facilitating what is about to happen. We find that this is the best way to break the ice and keep things under control. As you can imagine we don't want any of these men shooting their load into the wrong orifice, do we?"

The other nurses giggled. Perhaps it was part of the job but they all seemed really excited about what was about to happen. Zoe noticed that the nurse nearest her, blonde bob, perfect figure, was quite flushed herself and her nipples were pushing against the starched fabric of her uniform.

"As you can imagine things get really heated in there and the men need some guidance on what is acceptable behaviour."

"Is there a list of things that are not acceptable then?" Mrs Issacs stammered.

"Well there isn't actually, and normally it's the female participants who set the tone. In fact the men are usually quite astonished by what is demanded of them, poor lambs: anal, DP, throat fucking, double vaginal, double anal, you name it, the woman have demanded it. Let's just say, whatever you need, you will get."

Zoe felt slightly dizzy as Stacey took her hand and led her through two sets of doors followed closely by the others.

The room was brighter and larger than she expected but afterwards she couldn't recall anything more about it, as just at the moment a loud and enthusiastic round of applause broke out as she was led across the room to a white faux leather topped table situated beneath a plasma screen. She looked hesitantly around at the men waiting by each of the tables and saw that they too, were wearing hospital gowns. Stacey squeezed her hand and caught her eye as she led her around the table and introduced her to the men that were about to fuck her.

"Well boys, it's your lucky day. This is Zoe, she is nineteen years old and she can't wait to get all her holes fucked by you, you horny bunch."

There were smiles all around and each of the men shook her hand.

"Zoe, this is Luke, Jarmaine, Stefan and Robert and they are just as eager as I'm sure you are, to get stuck in."

Zoe smiled at each of them in turn. She reckoned Robert to be the oldest (tall, bald head, slight paunch) and Luke to be the youngest (short sandy coloured hair with some bum fluff for a beard) - not a particularly prepossessing bunch but all the same she wasn't here to date them. There was a momentary pause as no one knew what quite to do next. 

"Well I think Zoe would like to show you her body, wouldn't you Zoe?" Without waiting for a reply Stacey quickly undid the bows at the back of the gown and eased it off her, letting it drop to the floor. Involuntarily Zoe put her hands up to cover her breasts and crotch but Stacey, quick as flash, pulled her hands away.

"Don't be shy, you are beautiful, isn't she boys?" There were general murmurs of agreement as Stacey made Zoe give them a twirl. As she slowly spun around she saw the other women in similar poses, though she could see Mrs Issacs was ahead of the game and appeared to be kneeling on her table with four semi-hard cocks vying for the attention of her hungry mouth. 




The Hospital Appointment



"You just wait to see her pussy up close, it is absolutely divine. And I bet it tastes even better. Who wants to be first to eat out Zoe?"

Stefan edged forwards and took Zoe's other hand. He and Stacey made her sit back down on the table. The faux leather surface felt cold on her bottom as she slid backwards as directed. Suddenly she felt her feet being lifted and moved apart. She fell backwards, her heart pounding as she felt hands sliding up her thighs parting them. 

"You two, come and hold her legs apart so we can all see how gorgeous she is." Luke and Robert each took a foot and eased her legs up and apart. "That's it, further back, we want to see both her holes." Zoe swallowed hard as both her legs were pushed apart and back until her knees were either side of her face. "She is so young and supple isn't she?" She could hear Stacey's voice thicken with obvious lust. The nurse was obviously getting off on this. "Look at her cunt, can you see how wet and juicy it is? Just ready for a nice hard cock to fuck it. And look at her cute little bum hole." She had never felt so exposed in her whole life. So exposed, and yet never so hot. She was dying to relieve the ache in her pussy as she listened to Stacey describe every inch of her body. "A bum hole like that needs some serious attention: first a good licking, then a tongue fuck, then a good fingering before being stretched apart by a nice thick cock."

It was almost as if a starter gun had been fired because suddenly she felt hands all over her body probing and massaging. A rough wet tongue began to lap at her already wet pussy. Up and down it went. "Don't forget her arsehole Stefan." The tongue began to lap at her anus, before it settled into a steady rhythm beginning just before her ass, gliding over throbbing pussy and circling her clit, then going back again. She closed her eyes as she suddenly then felt both her aching nipples being gently pinched and teased. She began to moan as she could feel an orgasm slowly but steadily building inside of her body. 

"I think our little Zoe is about to come gentlemen. Let's give her something to suck on to help her on her way. Open wide Zoe, nurse Stacey has got a big hard cock for you to suck on. "

She felt a hand moving her head so that she could take the cock in her mouth, and then just as suddenly she could smell the penis that was hanging inches from her mouth. She opened her eyes. The smooth, shiny head of a beautiful black cock, leaking just a drop of pre-come pushed into her willing mouth. As the hard, hot cock filled her mouth she began to come. She moaned and writhed but the four pairs of hands held her fast as she rode the spasms that rocked her body. 

She moaned, and perhaps would have said something if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. Her body jerked a few more times as she came down from her orgasm but the hands still held her. 

"I think we need to move you further back Zoe, so Jarmaine can get his cock deeper into your mouth. You would like that wouldn't you?"

Jarmaine moved back and his cock vanished from her mouth momentarily as she was bodily lifted back so her head hung over the edge of the table.

"That's better isn't? Now go fuck her mouth big boy."

Zoe she could see Stacey's face as the Jarmaine once again came into view. She was actually holding his cock out for her willing mouth. She opened wide and the nurse slotted his cock back into her mouth. "Now fuck her as deep as you can go. I want to see your balls resting against her nose." And fuck her mouth is what he did, deeper and deeper. All she could do now was catch her breath as occasionally he would pull out so only a string of saliva connected the two of them. He would then slide back in deeper than before until she felt him against the back of her throat.

Meanwhile she could feel her pussy lips being spread wide apart, her clit being played with, fingers sliding into her. A finger slid into her bum and she jerked back as it pushed deeper and deeper. She could feel another orgasm on its way, but suddenly the hands that were supporting her let go and the now rampant cock left her mouth. She gasped for air. "Oh fuck, I need it so much, give it back."

"We've got something even better for you Zoe. How about a DP? You've never done that before but I know it's one of your fantasies isn't it?"

Zoe nodded in desperation. She could see the other women in the room getting fucked in various ways and she was about to join in. At last.

Stacey took command of proceedings. "Okay Robert, I want you on your back with your cock in the air so Zoe can mount you. "

Robert lay back next to Zoe as she struggled to turn over on her shaky legs. "Boys, I think she needs a hand. Come on, lift her up."

Suddenly she was being lifted up. Hands supported her body so that in seconds she was hovering over Robert's prostrate form. She at once felt helpless but also exhilarated. Stacey was beside her but she couldn't exactly see what was happening with all the bodies around her. She looked up and then saw what the large screen was showing. It was her from behind. Someone was filming the proceedings. She could see hands supporting her bum and shoulders. Beneath her she could just see a hard cock jutting up and a woman's hand directing the tip of the penis towards her pussy. 

"That's it, move her forwards a bit, down a bit. Right his cock is just about to slot home. Lower her down." In one sudden motion she felt Robert's cock slide effortlessly up her sopping wet cunt.

She kept staring at the screen and watched her body being moved into a position so that she could begin to ride the cock beneath her. The other hands were all over her now. She was pushed down so that her tits were squeezed against Robert's chest, and so that her bum was raised up. Her legs were pulled apart and she could see two pairs of hands pulling her arse cheeks apart to reveal her puckered anus. Then she saw Stacey hand over a bottle of lube to Stefan. "Make sure she's well lubricated before you fuck her arse."

Fingers began to push into her tight sphincter. Singly at first then as more lube was used, two fingers and she could feel the slight burning sensation as her anus was stretched open for the cock that was about to sodomise her. 

"Mmm, would you look at that?" Stacey leant over close to Zoe's bum and appeared to breathe in her juices. "I think she needs a bit more lubrication don't you?" She leant down really close and spat a huge amount of saliva onto her straining bum hole. "I think if I can slide my finger in alongside yours Stefan, we'll have stretched her wide enough even for Jarmaine's cock. Stacey pushed her finger in alongside Stefan's two and Zoe gasped as she felt her bumhole sting as three fingers began to push in and out of her.

"Oh fuck, do my bum you bastards. Fuck me in the arse." Zoe could hear herself saying. 

"Nearly there Zoe, just a second. Okay Stephan climb on up." Zoe suddenly felt empty as Stefan removed his two fingers, but Stacey continued to finger fuck her as he urgently lined up the head of his penis.

She glanced up at the screen and watched as Stacey gripped Stefan's straining cock and directed it towards her anal sphincter. Suddenly she could feel the head of his penis pushing against her recently vacated anus, but it felt a lot larger than the three fingers it was replacing. Zoe closed her eyes and winced as she struggled to accommodate the cock beginning to fill her other hole.

"Oh fuck, he's big. Oh God."

"Relax Zoe, he's already got the first inch in, just take some shallow breaths. That's it. "

"Ah, it's too big." Zoe's whole world disappeared as she was overcome with the painful sting of his cock as it slid deep into her arse hole.

"Now wait boys, don't move. Let her get used to it. Hold it, hold it."

Zoe began to come to her senses as she realised she had just come again, but this time in a very different way. Not quite the sensation she was accustomed to but nevertheless still a desirable sensation.

She looked up through hooded eyes at the screen above her. She could see her cunt lip's hard edges, thick and glistening, distended around Robert's shaft and then another shaft splitting the two globes of her arse cheeks wide apart, wider than she thought that they could go, buried deep into her straining bum hole. For a moment she struggled to reconcile the image in front of her and the pressure she was feeling as the two cocks pushed her forwards. Despite being held by Robert and Stefan she felt her tits moving over Robert's chest. She watched the screen spellbound. 

"That's it, now slowly begin to fuck her arsehole Stefan. That's it, don't pull it all out, just move it back and forth a little bit. Let her get used to it."

She watched as both cocks began to force themselves deeper into her quivering body. The one in her cunt didn't move so much, but the one stretching her arsehole went deeper and deeper until every inch had disappeared up her shitter.

The next few minutes went in a blur as the two men began to pick up a steady rhythm. Her breathing became ragged and her head began to swim. Her head dropped forward and she felt someone take both her hands. She instinctively understood and grabbed each of the cocks to either side of her face and began to wank them.

"I'm sorry Stacey but I'm going to have cum, I can't hold on any longer." Robert's face was puce coloured.

"Me too." Stefan was beginning to look worried.

The two boys fucking Zoe were sounding desperate so Stacey quickly broke up the proceedings. "Hang on a jiffy, let's rearrange things. Jarmaine, if you lie down, we'll lift Zoe off Robert, turn her around and lower her down so that you can shove that big cock of yours up her bum. I'm sure they've stretched her open enough now. Then the two boys can shoot their loads into her wide open cunt. How does that sound everyone?"

Zoe didn't say a word. Frankly she was past caring, as her legs felt like jelly and she couldn't tell where her pussy ended and her arse hole started. She realised also that they didn't care what she was thinking at this precise moment. Stacey wasn't interested in consulting her anymore, she was just a fuck doll now, to be used as they saw fit.

Stefan pulled his cock from Zoe's now gaping arsehole and quickly she was lifted off Robert's cock. The absence of the cocks was almost painful in itself, she felt hollow but realised it wouldn't be for long, thinking about the girth of Jarmaine's penis. She looked down and saw a string of clear juice connecting her pussy hole to Robert's engorged cock. Her head spun as she was turned around so her back was to Jarmaine and her bum hung beneath her knees. She dangled for a moment and felt Stacey lining up her gaping asshole and the thick black swollen cock that was eager to penetrate her. Slowly they lowered her down and the cock stretched her already aching anus even wider.

"Okay let her go."

She was free of support now and gingerly she lowered herself onto the straining hot pole.

"Oh my God, he's going to split me in half with that thing."

"You're alright. Stiff upper lip and all that. It's sliding right up your shitter Zoe. Oh my God, that looks so much fun. I wish it was me." Stacey remained only inches away, fascinated as the thick hard pole pushed its way up into the young nubile body.

Through her gritted teeth and hooded eyes she could see the three men slowly wanking their hard cocks as they watched her as she slowly impaled herself on Jarmaine's monster cock. Even Stacey was there, her hand rubbing away at the front of her skirt. In fact even the Professor was there with his clip board.

She looked across at where Mrs Issacs was and could see her on all fours being fucked by a massive cock. 

"Oh I say, that young Zoe is having a fine time. Well done nurse. Are the men ready yet to ejaculate?"

"Yes we're nearly ready to begin Professor."

Stacey, all work like again, turned to the men. "Okay Robert would you like to be first? Luke why don't you fuck Zoe's mouth as she gets filled with lots of nice creamy spunk?"

Just as Zoe slid all the way down onto Jarmaine's cock, Luke presented his hard penis to her and like the obedient girl she was, swallowed it as deep as she could. Robert shuffled between her widely splayed legs and slid his tool into her wide open gash.  

The three cocks all began to pick up a rhythm. Jarmaine supported her arse cheeks and literally lifted her up and down so his cock sawed in and out of her arse. Robert slammed his hips back and forth sending his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Luke held her hair and forced his cock deeper into her gagging throat. She didn't even feel it when Robert began to come inside her. She heard his grunting though and looked up just as he pulled his cock out of her. She looked down with an almost detached sense of wonder: did he really just shoot a load of spunk into her? Quickly his place was taken by Stefan, who lifted her legs right back , so when he slid his cock into her the thin membrane between her anal passage and vagina was stretched ever so more, making her squirm on top of the hard cock penetrating her bowels. Stefan wasted no time in shooting his load; what with the sensation of all the spunk already deposited in Zoe and the feeling of Jarmaine's cock pumping her arsehole. Distractedly she could sense Luke coming close to the edge and had a deep desire to feel his spunk fill her throat but it was not to be because as soon as Stefan was finished, he climbed off quickly and Luke withdrew his cock from her mouth, scooted around so he could add to the collection of semen gathered in her pussy. 

Now it was Jarmaine's turn. Zoe groaned as she felt his cock leave her arse. She barely had any energy left as he rolled her over onto her back and pulled her to the side of the table. She looked down and watched as his cock easily slid deep into her pussy. There was no talking, or comments from the onlookers, just his cock fucking her cunt faster and faster until suddenly he pushed deep inside her and she felt his spunk shoot deep into her. He pulled out and stepped away from the table. She looked up at the screen and there she was spread-eagled on the table; her pussy wide open for everyone to see; spunk dribbling out, smeared all over her cunt lips.

Suddenly she heard a round of applause. 

"Well done everyone, I think we all need a rest now don't we? Good work."

Chapter three - The smell of sex

Zoe lay back exhausted as all the men slowly left the room. Her head was buzzing and her body was still occasionally vibrating in her post orgasmic state. She wasn't quite sure how long she remained there, legs spread wide, spunk slowly drippling out of her sore pussy, but suddenly she heard Stacey's husky voice.

"Come on now, let's get you cleaned up." She took Zoe's hand and helped her back to the changing rooms. She led her through a connecting door into a private shower room where all her clothes were hanging up. There was a hospital trolley against one wall, two chairs, a basin and a power shower. Stacey smiled at her and turned on the shower. "I bet you need a good long to wash all that dried spunk off you." Zoe gratefully stepped beneath the welcoming warm spray of water as Stacey left the room.

Did she really just do all that? Did four men just fuck her senseless and fill her pussy with jizz? She closed her eyes and let the water cascade over her face, washing away all traces of those cocks. Suddenly she heard the door close and there was Stacey again. "I thought you might like someone to help you Zoe." Stacey quickly began to take her dress off: she flicked her shoes off, pulled down her stockings and removed her bra then stepped out of her panties. Zoe didn't know what to say: she had never really been with a woman before, and here was someone who had one thing on her mind. Stacey stepped under the spray of water and placed a hand on Zoe's shoulder. With her other hand she took some soap and began to massage it into Zoe's shoulders. She moved lower and rubbed her tits, gently massaging the nipples which began to stiffen again. 

Stacey lowered her head and took each nipple into her mouth, one at a time, back and forth. She then took the shower head down off its hook and cleaned all the soap suds off her. "Turn around Zoe and let's see what those brutes have done to you." Stacey arranged Zoe so she was spread-eagled against the tiled wall, as if she was being frisked by a policeman. "Now let's look at that poor little bum hole of yours." She could feel Stacey hold her arse cheeks apart revealing her anus. "Oh would you look at that. It is gaping open still Zoe. I wish you could see it. Mind you, it was fucked real good wasn't it? Wait until you see the pictures of your first DP. It looked so delicious the way those two cocks stretched you right open. I just wanted to get in there and taste you." Stacey pulled her arse cheeks further apart and buried her tongue as far up Zoe's bum as she could get it. Zoe writhed against the wall, moaning as Stacey tongue fucked her and the water splashed around their feet. The rhythm was infectious and before long Zoe was humping herself back against Stacey's skilful tongue.

Suddenly the door opened again and Zoe turned her face around to see the Professor busily undressing next to the trolley.

"Come on you two, let's have you over here. I know this nurse needs a serious seeing to, don't you?"

Stacey laughed, stood up and led Zoe over to where the Professor was waiting. "Up you jump Zoe, you are now going to get some front row seats for some anal action." For a second she was concerned as she was pretty sure another cock in her arsehole right now would be seriously painful, but she quickly realised the Professor was going to fuck Stacey's bum, not her own.

Zoe allowed them to place her flat on her back on the trolley. Stacey then climbed up and rested her cunt just above Zoe's mouth. Although she had never been this close to another woman's vagina before she was desperate to know what it tasted like. Needing no encouragement she gripped Stacey's arse cheeks and pulled her down so that she could let her tongue play over the hairless cunt dripping water just above her lips. 

God, she tasted good. She could feel the smooth fleshy lips of the hot cunt beneath her tongue sliding around. She pushed her tongue into the willing fuck hole, then sucked on Stacey's clit making the nurse squirm. 

"Good girl, Zoe. Now just hold on a minute and watch this." She could see two hairy thighs either side of her head as the professor knelt between Stacey's legs and guided his hard cock into the nurse's waiting slit. Zoe watched closely as the livid purple head of his cock hovering inches above her mouth pushed forwards parting the nurse's cunt lips and slid deep into the hot hole. The nurse grunted as the Professor began to slide in and out of her pussy. Zoe watched the stretched pussy lips pull in and out as the cock fucked back and forth. She stretched up and ran her tongue over the protruding clit being forced out by the rocking motion of the pair. 

"Now once we've got my cock nice and hard and juicy I'm going to bury it right up the nurse's anal passage. Would you like to see that Zoe?"

Zoe rested back. "The slut deserves a good hard anal fuck I think. I want to see you balls deep up her bum hole."

Suddenly the cock pulled right out of the nurse's twat and the Professor pushed it down towards Zoe's mouth. "Suck on it a while whilst I lubricate her back passage." Zoe willingly opened her greedy mouth and let the Professor fuck her throat. He pulled out again then slammed it back into Stacey's cunt making the girl moan. Once again he pulled it out and fed it back into Zoe's mouth. Now she could not only taste the Professor's cock but also the nurse's cunt juices smeared all over it. He repeated this action several times before instructing Zoe to hold the nurse's bum cheeks as wide apart as she possibly could.




The Hospital Appointment



"Now let's fuck this tight little bum hole."

She could feel the nurse squirm and hear her moan as the Professor forced his cock into the tight sphincter. This was a lot rougher than she had experienced earlier on; the professor was not holding anything back and was forcing his hard erection into the girl's rectum without pausing. He leaned all his weight right into her and the nurse's cunt pushed onto Zoe's mouth. "Oh fuck my ass, you bastard!" "My God Nurse Stacey, your bum is tighter than ever, I'm having serious trouble here." He leaned in even further driving his cock deeper and deeper. Every tremble that wracked her body, every extra bit of pressure his cock exerted Zoe felt through her mouth and tongue. 

Suddenly the cunt above her was lifted from her lips and she could see that indeed the Professor was now buried balls deep into the nurse's anal passage. He pulled her back onto his cock forcing himself as deep as he could go.

Right now Zoe wished she had a cock and could fuck the nurse as well. Fuck her in all her holes, fuck her until she was stretched wide, force her imaginary cock into her slutty mouth and make her gag. All she could hear was the nurse moaning as the Professor rammed his penis in and out of her bum. She watched as the balls above her seemed to clench. "Open your mouth wide Zoe. I'm going to ejaculate. Her asshole is far too tight for me to hold on." She needed no further encouragement as she was dying to taste his spunk. The ball sack clenched again and the fucking momentarily ceased, then he pulled out his slick red cock and a jet of semen shot straight to the back of her throat. It surprised her for some reason: the saltiness, the heat... then jet after jet began to shoot from the end of the knob filling her mouth, soaking the hairless cunt above her nose. The professor forced his cock down and into her mouth. She could taste the secretions from the nurse's bum hole, her cunt, his penis and the overpowering smell of salty semen filled her nose. Zoe began to come. She came like she had never done before.



The Hospital Room



The man had the odd feeling of being in two places at the same time. He was aware of the hospital room but he had the sensation of another place around him as well. The sound of grieving voices was telling him to go to the light and someone was speaking in a language he knew from his youth. The voice was telling him it was alright for him to go.

"What light?" "I don't want to go anywhere." He thought to himself. 

But, it was hard for him to remember how long he had been in the hospital room. It could have been a minute, an hour, a day, a month; he just didn't know. He remembered his daughter's pretty face asking him if he knew where he was and what had happened to him. In a way he did but as he looked at her, he thought only of memories associated with his raven haired little devil. She had been a handful growing up but in adulthood, she had an aura of invincibility about her. At times, he thought she could accomplish almost anything and would give him the world on a silver platter, if she could. Sadly, he knew she couldn't help him now. 

He was aware that his body was broken and probably beyond repair. 

"It doesn't feel broken." He thought to himself but nonetheless, it was. 

In fact, he felt very little pain. Although he couldn't remember when, he heard a voice refer to him as an "old man." It made him feel indignant. Even though he was elderly, he never thought of himself as an "old man."

The last thing he clearly remembered was his sister's face. She worked at the neighborhood supermarket and he always spoke to her when he saw her there. While they were conversing, he felt ill. He rushed to get out of the store but the clerk was so slow and... after that he remembered almost nothing. 

He could hear people around him. Sometimes the voices were familiar and sometimes not. There were strange sounds of beeping, clicking, footsteps, metal against metal and a mechanical breathing sound. 

At times, he had the perception that machines were doing the things he normally took for granted and were keeping him alive. Occasionally, he was conscious of people touching him with little pinches, prods and pokes. 

But lately, and again he was incapable of knowing the duration, he only heard voices. And, he had the feeling of another place, a totally unfamiliar place intruding into his mind and body. He wasn't afraid as it didn't feel threatening at all and actually, it made him feel peaceful.

Memories from his past started streaming through his mind. Some of them were little vignettes, while others flew by. He saw himself as a young boy and he was sitting next to his brother. They were in an old beat up stake body truck and were shivering from the cold. He had no gloves for his hands and his brother told him to put them under his thighs and they would stay warm. His father's truck was parked by a house that looked like a palace. He knew his father was inside. His father would stop at houses like this and ask, usually a lady, if she had anything for sale or if she was putting anything of value out with the trash. Sometimes, his father would go into the house with the lady and not come out for the longest time. He always asked his brother what was taking his father so long. His brother would sigh and say he would tell him when he was older, much older. 

Then, the man saw a white house on a hill, with a barn. His mother was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She looked young but her face was filled with anger. She was screaming at his father as he was unloading the truck. There were all sorts of dishes and plates scattered on the ground and she was smashing them with a broom handle. The man was in his early teens now and he asked her why she was destroying the plates with such hatred. She said they were tainted with sin. Then he realized what his father was doing in the houses with the ladies. 

More scenes flashed by and he saw himself with his brothers. They were riding in the frame of an old car with only the tires attached. They flew down the hill of a dirt street and when at the bottom, hauled it back up the street with a rope and down again. They were having a great time. 

His father was yelling at him to help with the pig they had to slaughter for the Sunday feast. He saw his father cutting the pigs' throat and the rivers of blood that poured out. He detested the pigs high pitched squealing, the blood and guts, just about everything associated with the pigs' demise. He kept those feelings to himself and on the rare occasion when it was impossible not to, his father would belittle him and tell him he wasn't a man if he showed any sign of weakness or emotion.    

His father was a hard man. He was an immigrant and rarely spoke about his childhood or how he came to this country. He was full of pride in his accomplishments and conquests of the opposite sex. The man regretted that he didn't really know his father. What was he thinking? Why was he bullying and mean? Was it some kind of self preservation? He just didn't know and doubted if he ever would.  

He saw himself as a teenager and he was standing by the barn with his older brothers. His father was telling them to go and make him a man. He wondered what that meant. Then, they were in the part of town that welcomed people of their breeding and were walking into a run down row house. Then he saw himself in a room with a naked woman, an unattractive naked woman. She was telling him in the language of his youth how handsome he was and that she didn't bite. The smells, the heat in the room and especially the woman were nauseating to him. When it was over, he thought he was going to be sick but knew if he was, his brothers would ridicule him. They thumped him on the back and took him to a bar to celebrate his manhood. 

"Drinks' all around!" They bellowed. "He's a man now!" 

The man remembered he didn't feel any different. He didn't feel like a man. 

He was really a romantic at heart and never acquired a taste for whoring and drinking like most of his brothers. With his handsome face, he knew he could have any woman he wanted. But the romantic person inside of him told him otherwise. He had to follow his heart where it led him. 

He often wondered how he became the loving father of five children, who except for possibly one, loved and adored him. There was little love or emotion shown outwardly in his family. Meals were rowdy affairs with tales of bravado, conquest, jokes and put downs. Even though he had little to share, he loved the atmosphere. When he brought his future wife to dinners, she marveled at how care free and fun loving they were. 

But, he knew love. His mother loved him as dearly as any mother can love her son. That he was sure of and he loved her with devotion only a son can have. He helped her in any way he could and she relied on him. He acted as a buffer between his parents and took up the slack of his father's indifference toward his mother. At the height of the Depression, he always had a job and sometimes two. He was usually the hardest working and the most reliable and, even though his mother never asked, he always gave her part of what he earned. Others escaped to tap rooms, gambling or whores but he stayed until it was time to get married. 

Scenes of marriage and children slowed to a halt. He married for love and felt loved by his wife. His children were a product of their love. Verbal expressions of endearment were always difficult for him. But, he showed them his love thru his devotion and reliability. When they were small children, they often tried to hug him and would say,

"I love you Daddy." and in his heart he loved them as dearly as his mother had loved him. 

He disliked physical contact and demonstrative shows of emotion by his family but he saw that he had spent most of his adult life tending to their welfare and he was pleased by that. He would not have wanted it any other way. 

The man had always walked to the beat of a different drummer, a beat very different from what he knew as a child. He was cut from the same cloth but a different fabric. As much as possible, he conducted his life with dignity and honor. He preferred to be a gentleman and wanted others to feel the same way about him. 

Scenes slowed of family gatherings on Christmas Eve as he presided over the feast at the head of the table. He dispensed his dry wit in small doses and drank wine, but never to excess. He loved the camaraderie, the discussions and the humor. In some ways, it reminded him of the happy times he shared with his family long ago.

Some scenes showed how hard he had to work to support his wife and children, especially in the beginning. But, he thought if he had to, he would do the same all over again. He was the product of a time when commitment really meant something. 

He watched scenes of how they were always on the go, always doing something. He was fascinated at how over the years the jobs and the work changed and evolved. 

By now he looked older and he saw his beautiful grandchildren. He loved holding them and kissing them, it was as though he couldn't help himself and to him, they were a joy and a blessing. He saw one grandchild and she was sitting with him in the car. She was young and was telling him something, "Grand Pop, you're going the wrong way." He felt his heart ache and knew deep in his soul that he would miss them the most. 

The voices in the hospital room were growing faint and sounded far away. The memories show had stopped and the peaceful sensation of the unfamiliar place was growing stronger. 

Then he heard a voice, a voice from long ago. He smiled with recognition and love when he heard the voice. It was coming from somewhere in the unfamiliar place.

"It's time to go." The voice said. 

For the first time, the man was aware that he could see the hospital room and everything in it. He saw himself in the bed and three of his children were sitting around him. His second daughter and two sons were watching television. They were talking to him about the program on the television as though he were paying attention. They still amazed him and it filled him with pride. 

"I must have done something right." he thought.

Then it hit him. What about God? His father despised religion and his mother was somewhat religious as was the custom of the women in her day. The man rarely if ever went to church and didn't know a sacrament from a vestment. Except for his attendance at church, the man felt as though he had conducted his life as God would have wanted him to. It would have to suffice. His wife had been the religious one and he often told her, he was relying on her to get him into heaven. But, he couldn't get that "Saint Peter's Mother" story his wife had told him and the children out of his head. Anyway, he doubted he was like Saint Peter's mother at all. 

"It's time to go." He heard the voice say again. 

. "I can't leave them, they need me." The man said with his human emotions intact but gradually drifting away. His overpowering sense of duty to his family gripped his soul and wouldn't let go. 

"Do you want to go back to them with a broken body?" the voice asked without malice or prejudice.

The man realized the voice was right. He couldn't go back as less than what he was before. He remembered the voices in the hospital room saying how they might be able to save him and it horrified him more than dying. The last bit of resolve to stay with his family slowly disappeared. 

"You have done all that was humanly possible for them." The voice said peacefully. "It is your time to rest." and the man accepted what the voice said. 

The hospital room had faded to black and the man was enveloped in the peaceful feelings. There was no pain and suffering, in fact he was certain that his human emotions had drained completely away. 

They were replaced with an overwhelming sense of peace and love. He perceived that it was getting brighter around him. The light, the white light was pulling him closer and closer. He saw those who he knew and loved and had gone before him. He was home.



The Hospitality Suite



There are two types of people in the world; those that enjoy conventions, and those that do not. Sean fell into the latter category. He didn't mind the free hotel room or the company expensed food and drinks, but he hated everything else. He disliked the long presentations and the phony salesmen hawking their wares. More than anything else, he hated the other conventioneers. Every profession has them. They are the men and women who live for nothing else but to attend conventions. You will find them on the road more than in the office. They're typically loud, boorish and always looking for someone whose ear they can bend with tales of their fabulous life.

Sean was stuck in the corner of a meeting room with such a man. Had it not been for the plastic name badge he wouldn't have remembered his name. Vito was his name, and he had been talking for almost ten minutes straight. He was a computer technician or something like that, and he worked for an investment firm, or perhaps it was a phone company. Either way, Sean wished the man would disappear. Sean's boss was big on new technology and had insisted he attend the conference. Sean had filled his bag with all of the flyers and information pamphlets that he could find but had decided to attend one presentation that interested him. The product was good, and he actually found himself enjoying the presentation. Sean had enjoyed it up until the time Vito introduced himself.

"So I switched to wireless access points and that allowed us to increase cue space by over twenty-five percent." Vito was droning.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get something to drink. I've got a Headache and I need to pop an aspirin. I'll see you later." He said and quickly headed for the exit. He knew his departure was somewhat rude, but he needed to escape Vito or he would have gone crazy.

The day was winding down, and most people were heading to the hotels bars and restaurants to knock back a few drinks. Sean planned to head back to his hotel room for dinner and a movie and then hit the bar later when it wasn't so crowded. He decided to stop by the hospitality suite to grab a few cans of soda and bottles of water. Most conventions operate a room where refreshments and snacks are provided, and it's almost always called a hospitality suite. These rooms are usually far from hospitable. The people working them don't want to be there, and Sean sympathized with them. The company hosting the event, instead of the usual hotel staff, operated this particular hospitality suite.

It was almost 7:30 and the suite was about to close. Sean picked up his pace and stepped into the room. It was empty except for two ladies who were busy straightening stacks of promotional booklets. He could hear them talking as they worked.

"I am so ready to get out of here. If I have to smile at one more geek I'll go postal." One woman said. Sean almost laughed. The woman was petite with short blonde hair and she wobbled on her high-heeled shoes as she made her way around the tables.

"No shit. I am so tired. I think I'll eat a couple of bags of chips and then hit the sack. We have more of the same waiting tomorrow." The other woman complained. She was taller than the other woman and sported short red hair.

Sean walked into the room, and cleared his throat, causing both women to spin around. "Is it too late or can I grab a few drinks." he asked.

The women quickly regained their hospitable voices and smiles. "No problem sir. Go ahead and take what you need. " The red head said with feigned cheeriness.

Sean chuckled and walked over to the drink table. "You don't have to be so civil. I don't envy you guys. I would lose my mind if I had to stand here and be cheery with all of the idiots that come through here. It's hard enough attending these things. " He said as he gathered his drinks.

"At least you get to go home after this. We have two more of these conventions before we're done." The blonde said.

"Ouch! I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully you'll survive until then."

Sean smiled back at the two women and left for his room. He kicked back and watched a movie while he ate dinner that he ordered through room service. Sean checked the clock when the movie was over. It was almost ten o'clock and he figured that the hotel bar would have cleared out. Sean was right, and he was able to get a comfortable seat in one of the bars lounge chairs. He ordered a drink and settled back to enjoy the jazz that was floating through the bar.

Sean finished his first drink and stood to look for the waitress. He caught the waitress's eye, but also noticed the two women from the hospitality suite. They were sitting in two chairs across the bar, apparently blowing off some steam. When the waitress came over, Sean ordered another drink, as well as drinks for the two women. He instructed the waitress to not disclose who was purchasing the drinks. He didn't want the women to thing he was trying to pick them up. He was interrupted midway through his second drink.

"We're betting that you're our secret bartender. " The blonde said as she and the redhead approached where Sean was sitting.

"I didn't want to offend you so I thought an anonymous drink would be a nice gesture. You guys seemed quite stressed out."

"Thanks, we do appreciate it. Mind if we join you?" 

"Sure, take a seat."

The women each took a seat and sank back into the cushions. "I'm Rita and this is Edie." The blonde introduced them.

"I'm Sean."

The conversation started out about the convention and soon turned to other topics. Sean had spent more time outside of the hotel than the two women, and was able to provide them with information on a few of the local attractions. The women ordered Strawberry daiquiris for the next round while Sean ordered another margarita. He had loosened up, and did not realize that he had begun to ogle the two women. Sean found both of them attractive and had not failed to notice their nylon clad legs or the way their skirts had ridden up.

"I think I am going to be in trouble tomorrow." Edie groaned and rubbed her eyes.

"Why?" Sean asked while sipping his drink.

"I didn't eat much today and these drinks are gonna hit me like a rock. I've got to be in the suite for six o'clock, and I'm so horny that it's gonna be hard to get to sleep."

"You can always use on of the shampoo bottles." Rita said with a laugh.

Sean couldn't believe that the two women were talking like this in front of him. He was pretty sure that the liquor had taken hold of both of them. As much as he would have liked to stick around, he didn't want to get himself in trouble. What someone does when intoxicated can be costly when they sober up.

Sean spoke up. "I think you guys need to get some rest." 

"Actually, I need more than just rest." Edie continued.

"If my boyfriend were here he would be having a very lucky night."

Rita flashed Edie a smile then looked over at Sean. "I don't see a ring on your finger. Are you single or just pretending?" She asked.

"I'm single."

"Straight?"

"Of Course!"

"Good. Then you're just what the doctor ordered."

"You're not serious are you?" Sean asked with his eyes wide open in shock. He had never been propositioned before.

"You can't expect us to get ourselves off. You said you were sympathetic towards us, so I would think that this is the perfect chance to prove it." Edie said.

"But if you don't find us attractive..." Rita began. She had pulled the toothpick from her drink and was licking the cream off of the three large strawberries that were used as a garnish.

"Yeah, I do find both of you attractive. I just don't want to take advantage of you after a few drinks."

"Trust me. A few drinks are not going to make us loose all sense of what we're doing." Rita responded.

Rita placed the toothpick in her mouth and pulled one of the strawberries off. She rolled it around in her mouth then pushed it back out, making sure that Sean was watching as the ripe fruit slid between her parted red lips. She held the toothpick between her teeth and slid her hand under her skirt. Sean was surprised to find that her pantyhose were crotch-less, and that she was not wearing any panties. Rita smiled through her clenched teeth as she pulled her skirt high enough to access pussy. Sean watched as she placed the strawberry against her slit and slowly drew it up and down. She pressed the fruit and hummed as it slid between her lips. The room was dimly lit, but Sean could still make out her folds as they slipped around the fruit. Rita sighed and with another push, the strawberry disappeared inside of her.

Rita pulled a second strawberry from the toothpick and stroked it along her slit. Sean could make out the moisture that was glistening on her lips as she moved the piece of fruit. She only made a few strokes before pushing the second berry inside to join the first. Rita pulled the final strawberry from the toothpick and rolled it around in her mouth before bringing it, sticky with juice and her saliva down to her slit. She didn't waste any time as she pressed the final berry into her pussy. Rita brought her hand to her lips and slowly licked each sticky finger. She slowly slid each digit between her red lips and sucked firmly on each as she withdrew them.

"You are such slut." Edie laughed. Her hand had slipped down under her skirt and she was slowly rubbing her own cunt.

"So what's it gonna be Sean? Are you just gonna leave us hanging here all hot and horny?" Rita asked.

Sean downed the last of his drink in one shot. "I guess that's an offer I can't refuse." he replied.

Sean paid the tab and walked the women back to his room. He couldn't help but examine them more closely as they walked. Rita was fuller in shape than Edie and he was drawn to her well-rounded rear. Edie was thinner, but had a very seductive swing to her hips. Rita's breasts were larger, but Sean could clearly see that Edie's nipples were quite large as they pressed against the fabric of her blouse.

Rita giggled as they walked through the lobby of the hotel. "The strawberries are getting a little squished. I've got juice dripping down my thighs." She said.

"Sean can take care of that when we get to the room." Edie said while giving Sean a wink.

The room door had yet to close but both women were already sprawled on the bed. Sean threw his room key on the nightstand, but was instantly facing the dilemma of where to start. Rita took the decision out of his hands when she grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed. He landed on his back, and she quickly scrambled up his body. She straddled his face and pulled her skirt up to watch. The scent of her pussy mixed with those of the strawberries filled his nose, and he could see the thick syrup leaking from between her lips.

"Mmm.I think those strawberries have gotten a nice squeeze. Take a taste." Rita said and wiggled her hips.

Sean ran his tongue around the bottom of her slit, and then licked upward. His tongue parted her lips, and he was rewarded with a tongue full of cream. The taste was feminine, musky and fruity all at once. Rita wiggled her hips and lowered herself, causing Sean's tongue to thrust deeper inside her wet slit. His tongue collided with the berries, which had become pulpy and warm from being crushed by her muscles. Sean rammed his tongue into the berries and spread them around as much as he could, causing Rita to buck from the strong sensations.

"Oh shit." Rita moaned. She gripped the headboard of the bed for stability as Sean began to lap roughly at her clit. The strawberries became an oozing flow that leaked from her cunt as her muscles convulsed. Sean felt a rush of air as his belt was undone and his pants were hastily pulled down. Edie had spent enough time watching and decided to join the party. She jerked his pants down and wasted no time in grabbing his already stiff cock. She knelt over his hips and lowered herself, guiding him inside of her wet cunt with one steady movement. Sean groaned as her hot cunt enveloped his shaft. His mind was reeling as Edie used him to get herself off. She bounced up and down with force enough to unseat Rita from her perch. Sean gripped Rita's hips to keep her in place, and continued to suckle her cunt.

It was only a few minutes before Sean could feel Rita's hips rolling, and her muscles clenching. She teetered on the edge of a climax before the sensations became too much. He dug his fingers into her ass as she began to buck. She sucked in air as her orgasm pounded through her body. Her cunt convulsed, and Sean's mouth was flooded with a mixture of her cream and strawberries. He continued to suck as Rita slumped in exhaustion, her cunt mashing tightly against his mouth.

Sean couldn't move if he wanted to and was trapped beneath two heaving bodies. Edie's pace had not slowed and she began to bounce even harder. His body jerked every time she plowed down onto his cock, and he didn't know how much more he could stand. He was trying his best to outlast her but it didn't seem he would be able to. He was just ready to succumb to her when her felt Edie's pace become erratic. She bucked wildly and her cunt gripped him with impossible force. He heard her grunt and moan as she thrashed about on top of him. Edie's cunt flooded him and her juices ran down like a river between them. It took minutes before Edie finally slowed down, and slumped forward to lie on Rita.

Rita rolled off of Sean and let him finally catch his breath. He lay for a few seconds and enjoyed the feeling of Edie still impaled on his cock. She was still draped over him and her breathing was heavy and moist against his chest. 

"Oh god, that's what I needed." Edie exclaimed as she slowly rose. She let out a small yelp as she lifted herself free of Sean's cock. It was still hard and ready for more action.

"This thing is still ready to roll." Edie laughed. She grabbed his slippery cock in her fist and gave it a few short strokes. "I guess it's your turn Rita."

Sean shook himself back to reality. He pulled himself to his knees as Edie kept a firm grip on his cock. "Lay down on your back." he instructed Edie.

After Edie was situated, he pulled Rita toward him, giving her a deep kiss scented with her pussy and strawberries. Rita let him turn her around and guide her into a sixty-nine position with Edie, who lustily attacked her berry filled slit. Sean moved forward and nudged the head of his cock between Edie and Rita, and sucked in his breath as Edie's tongue lapped against the underside of his prick. He enjoyed her tongue for a few seconds before wedging his cock between Rita's lips. He gave a good thrust and buried his cock into her cunt, causing Rita to arch her back for more.

Foreplay was not needed, and Sean pounded his prick into Rita without any thought. He could feel the strawberry pulp surging around his prick and oozing down his shaft. It didn't get far as Edie's tongue swirled lie a tornado, collecting the gooey fruit and cream. Edie sucked his balls into her mouth and sucked them noisily, causing Sean to slam into Rita harder. He dug his fingers into Rita's ass and slammed into her as hard as he could, leaving Rita moaning and gasping for air. When the familiar sensation came, he didn't fight it, and growled as cum burst from his cock. He continued to hammer Rita as her cunt became gooey and cum spewed around his cock until he began to soften.

Sean sat back and his cock slipped from Rita. He closed his eyes as Edie sucked his cock into her mouth and licked him clean. He kept his hands on Rita's ass to keep her from moving and watched as a thick mixture began to ooze from her open slit. He reluctantly pulled his cock from Edie's mouth, and directed her to the oozing flow. He moved off of the bed as Edie slurped at the sticking cunt that hovered over her face. He quickly snatched his camera from the dresser drawer and snapped pictures Edie's mouth covered in goo with strands of cream connecting her lips to Rita's spewing cunt.

Sean finished by moving around to Rita and taking shots of her sucking on his soft cock. He finally stopped and sat the camera on the dresser as the two women rolled on to their backs, fully sated.

They spent the rest of the night curled up in the bed. None of them had the strength or inclination to remove their clothes. The women were gone when Sean woke up in the morning, but they left a note thanking him for the night. They also left a brief schedule of the next conventions that they would be hosting. After showering and having a quick breakfast, Sean called his boss. He told him how he had found a few new products that he was interested in, but that he needed to attend another convention. He waited in the hotel room as his office made the arrangements. It seems like he was of to another convention, and he was sure that he would stop by the hospitality suite again.