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He forced a smile on his face. "How could I resist you?" he murmured. "You were lying there so
sexually desirable, with your little pussy jerking like mad as you orgasmed again and again-how could I
resist such a soft, sweet fuck-and, Doris, it was the most. The utmost most!"
Despite herself, Doris smiled. "That doesn't sound very professional, Doctor."
"I didn't mean it to sound professional-you were quite irresistible, Doris." He gave her another smile,
then sounded professional when he asked: "And how do you feel now?"
She sighed. "Drained all drained out. I-I never came so much in my life."
"But do you feel satisfied?" he asked.
She nodded, then gave a shaky laugh. "I oughta feel goddamned satisfied! If I don't feel satisfied after all
those orgasms then I never will be!" She shook her head in wonder. "I've never been flying so high in all
my life." She wriggled herself. "My bottom's sore-I even came inside my ass-and my pussy's still
throbbing and twitching whenever I move." She fondled her still-naked breasts. "My nipples are still on
fire. I've only got to touch them to feel the start of a thrill."
"It'll wear off," said Basil.
Doris was recovering fast. "I don't know whether I want it to wear off completely," she said, smiling. "It's
pretty nice to feel thrilly and sexy like I do right now!"
Basil smiled then glanced at his watch. "It's four o'clock. Your chauffeur is waiting outside."
Doris's expression changed. "George! I'd forgotten all about him. Gee, Doc, I'd better get going."
She picked up her briefs, struggled into them, then buttoned her blouse.
Basil escorted her to the door. "I hope you'll come again," he murmured before he let her out.
She nodded, then gave a giggle. "Don't you think I've come enough already, Doctor?"
He smiled after her as she wiggled down the pathway to the waiting car and George, who jumped from
behind the wheel and opened the car door with alacrity.
She reacted, Basil decided, closing the door and returning to his study, more voluptuously than anyone I
ever tested! I would certainly like to test her again. His penis moved, rubbed against his clothing as he
mentally added: And fuck again, of course!
* * *
Doris pressed herself against the back of the seat. What an experience!
George glanced at her face in the car mirror as he started the engine.
"Are you all right, Miss?" he asked, then added, boldly: "What was it the doctor wanted?"
Doris could feel the lips of her vulva pressing against each other each time she took a deep breath.
"Just-just tests," she mumbled.
"Oh," said George. He knew about Basil Marston's tests. He could imagine some of the erotic things the
ex-doctor had been doing. His penis reacted at his thoughts, then he wondered again when he would
have the opportunity to sample this fresh, young pussy.
Doris wriggled uncomfortably. The vibrations which had pulsed through her pussy for so long were
having an unexpected effect upon her. She felt an urgent need to pass some water.
"George," she shouted when the sensation became unbearable, "stop the car right now!"
The chauffeur brought the car to a jerky halt. They were still on the small side road, a considerable
distance from the main highway.
"What is it, Miss?" he asked, anxiously. "Are you sick?"
Doris flushed with embarrassment. "No-I-I have to-to do something, George, I can't wait-" She
struggled with the door handle.
Understanding flooded George's face. He whipped open the door, glanced around him then nodded
toward a clump of bushes.
"Over there, Miss-it's far enough, from the road!"
Her flush deepened but Doris gave him a grateful smile as she hurried to where he had indicated.
George waited five seconds then hurried after her.
* * *
He positioned himself carefully, very cunningly.
Doris had her back to him and he could see everything clearly through the opening in the bushes. She
lifted the back of her skirt, lowered the white briefs that he had admired during the drive over, then she
crouched and he watched the thin stream of water spurt down from the fringe of hairs.
The white, naked buttocks with the sweet cleft between them, and the fringe of dark, wet hairs that was
visible below the satiny bottom excited him.
So close! So fucking close!
He clutched at the front of his pants then plunged round to the front of the bushes and confronted a
startled Doris as she was about to drag up her panties.
She stood still in surprise, skirt lifted, exposing her pubic hair, fingers holding the waistband of her briefs
below her knees.
"Miss-Miss Dainton," he stammered. "I-I couldn't help seeing you and--and I-I-" He groped at his
pants, ripped them open, let his organ burst out. His breathing was loud and labored. "I wanna fuck you,
Miss Dainton-I-I can't help myself, I wanna fuck your wet pussy!"
"W-why George, I-I-" Doris was off-balance, lost for words. She stood as if petrified while the thick-set
man with the huge, exposed cock in his hand, staggered toward her.
"I hafta, Miss Dainton," he gasped. "I just hafta!"
He reached to her body with his free hand, groped at her crotch until he found her still-wet vaginal lips.
"It's wet," he mumbled, "like I knew it would be-it's wet!"
She could feel his hot breath on her face as he pressed against her; then she lost her balance, falling
backward, feeling his fingers prodding at her pussy, feeling it, squeezing it and arousing her
barely-subsided excitement and desire.
He dropped on top of her; his hard penis jammed against her belly and she knew that no matter what
she did he would fuck her ... and she didn't care because the residue of electrical stimulation was still
flickering through her flesh.
"I've gotta do it, Miss Dainton," he groaned, reaching underneath his body, seizing his swollen cock and
steering it between her thighs.
Doris said nothing, but she allowed her legs to part as he squeezed himself between them.
Her pussy was still vibrating gently, and when the head of his organ penetrated her vaginal lips, she gave
an involuntary gasp.
"I-I don't want to hurt you, Miss," George muttered, feeling her pussy clutch at his cock, squeeze it and
drag it inside the soft, sexual cavern. "I-I hafta do what I'm doing!"
He drove himself inward, pulled out with sweet, sucking undulations and Doris let her sensitive,
charged-up sexual organ respond. I'm going to orgasm again!
The shocking but thrilling thought zoomed through her mind as she felt her vulva hugging his jerking cock.
She lifted her pelvis, pressing her excited clitoris against his shaft as the chauffeur neared his climax.
"I can't help it, Miss Dainton, I can't help it!" he wailed, rocking himself madly, driving his cock blow
inside your sweet cunt!" he shrilled. "I'm coming! Ugh, Miss Dainton, now!"
His thick-set body vibrated; shocks shattered through his flesh and Doris felt the hot, thick squirts of
sticky wetness spurting inside her pussy ... as a fresh orgasm racked through her erotic flesh.
"Ooohh," she moaned, "ooohh!"
The thrills in George's body waned. "I-I'm sorry, Miss," he mumbled, thinking Doris was moaning with
pain. "I-I couldn't help myself!" He rolled off her limp body, and Doris turned her head then twisted
herself onto her face.
He stared down at the naked bottom. It stared up at him, whitely,
accusingly. He moved his hand to stroke it then stopped himself
"You-you're such a sweet piece," he half-sobbed, "such a juicy young morsel, Miss Dainton-I couldn't
resist you!"
He moved his hand again, and this time he allowed himself to stroke the white, unresponsive bottom.
"I-I hate myself, Miss Dainton," he sobbed. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I hate myself!" His hand
stroked the satiny flesh; then he drew his fingertip up the delicate cleft.
The anal opening was wet and warm, he felt it with his finger-and as he touched it, his excitement was
aroused anew.
"Soft little ass," he murmured, stroking the flesh, touching the tiny star. "Nice little hole, so wet and
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