Don Scott

The doctor_s horny wife

CHAPTER ONE

Christina felt a hot tingling in her cunt as she approached the hospital. A stewardess, her flight had been canceled, and she was happy that Dr. Will Mentis, her successful and ever horny husband, would now be able to have lunch with her. Maybe, just maybe, she might be able to sneak in a quick fuck during lunch. Will didn't do that often, she knew, but there was something special about the day. Surprises, like having her flight canceled, always made her horny. If Christina had stopped to think about it, almost everything out of the ordinary made her horny.

She stopped just long enough to ask a fat old nurse where she could find her husband, then trotted off to the room where he was seeing a patient. When Christina found the room, it was empty except for another nurse who said that Dr. Mentis was busy with the patient taking tests in the lab. She would have, to wait at least an hour to see him. Disappointed, Christina decided to go to the lunch room for some coffee. Then, as an afterthought, she decided to go to the bathroom. She stepped into the patients' bathroom and locked the door behind her. She heard soft talking and a woman's giggle, and unlocked the door as quietly as possible, opening it just a crack to peer out.

It was Will! There he was – her wonderful husband, in the arms of a young female patient. Christina froze. One part of her wanted to rush out and grab her husband by the hair and drag him around the room. Another part of her wanted to scream and go running for the nearest lawyer. But something else in her, some dark little creature that had never surfaced before, urged her to be quiet – to watch the weird scene unfolding in front of her. Silence, this character whispered. Silence.

Christina watched as a nurse – a young one she had never seen before – dropped casually to her knees and tugged the zipper of ha husband's pants down.

"That's it, Betty," Will whispered, breaking his kiss with the patient for just a moment. "Suck my cock! You've got the hottest mouth in the world!"

Hottest mouth in the world! The words stung Christina. Will had always told her that she had the hottest mouth in the world.

Will plastered his lips against the girl's. His mouth opened, and he thrust his tongue between her lips – searching, exploring the warm recesses of her mouth. Below, Betty was busy pulling his limp cock out of his pants. When she finally had his prickmeat out of his pants, she moaned low in her throat and kissed the mushroom-shaped cockhead.

"I do love sucking your cock," she murmured, rolling her tongue around the cockhead in circles. "Nothing better than sucking cock."

Betty flicked her tongue against his slitted pricktip and around the ridge that separated the cockhead from the prickshaft. His prick twitched and grew, expanding to its full, massive size. Then, when his big prick was hard as a rock, standing straight out from Will's body, she kissed the cockhead and pushed forward. Slowly the tip of Will's cock pushed into her mouth, spreading her moist lips. She moaned again, louder than before. His fat hunk of hardened prickmeat spread her lips farther apart as she took the cockpole slowly, deeply into her wet mouth.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, sliding her frisky tongue against the heavily veined underside of Will's cockshaft. She took in still more cock until the spongy head was wedged firmly against the back of her mouth. Four inches of prickshaft remained out of her mouth, and Betty culled her slender fingers around that part of Will's cockmeat, stroking his prickflesh lightly, squeezing it tenderly.

Will felt his throbbing prick sink deep, into the wet mouth of his favorite nurse and the sensation sent shivers through his body. He sucked on his patients tongue, biting it softly as his hands untied the strings holding her hospital gown together. Soon he pulled the gown away from the girl's body, and she turned to the side and let it slip to the floor.

Christina gaped at the weird scene, too stunned to do anything but watch. She noted smugly that the young patient didn't have tits nearly the size of her own. And the cute little nurse named Betty, who was at that very moment tossing her head back and forth over Will's cock, didn't have the hourglass figure that she had. Still, Christina couldn't afford to be too smug. Her husband was, after all, getting his cock sucked by a cute nurse who had obviously been giving him blow-jobs for quite some time.

Will cupped the patient's tits in his hands, squeezing them. They were firm, her nipples pointing slightly upward. He rolled her tiny nipples between his fingers and thumbs, working her tender, sensitive flesh into even greater hardness. Then he bent forward, his hungry lips slowly passing over her smooth, perfumed neck. He nipped her neck with his teeth, drawing a surprised yelp and an approving giggle from the girl.

"Go to it, Doctor. Suck on my tits! Yeah!" the girl hissed, running her fingers through Will's closely cropped hair.

Will caught her nipple between his teeth and sucked the bud into his mouth. Her titflesh was sweet and warm, alive with sensation. He sucked as much of the firm titflesh into his mouth as he could. With one hand, he reached down, boldly grabbing the girl between her legs to feel her curly cunt bush. His middle finger, as though it had eyes of its own, instantly found her pussyhole. Her fuckhole was dewy already, and with Will's touch, the girl's pussy juices began flowing even more heavily.

"Fingerfuck me, Doctor," she hissed through clenched teeth.

The wild sensations of having her cunt played with while her nipple was being caressed by hot lips and a dancing tongue made her whole body quiver. She hooked her hands behind Will's head and pushed his face harder against her tit. When she felt his finger sliding deftly between her pussylips, pushing deeply into her hot cunt, she tossed her head back, gritting her teeth so she couldn't cry out with pleasure.

Betty was pistoning her head back and forth, taking Will's hard cock into her mouth until the prickhead smacked against the back of her throat. She brought her hand back and forth on his cock shank as she sucked, stroking his quivering prickpole into a state of iron-like hardness. With her other hand, she pulled up her dress and slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her panties.

Christina gasped involuntarily as she watched Betty fingerfuck herself. Not only did the lusty nurse wantonly fingerfuck her own juicy cunt while sucking cock, but she also wore no pantyhose. Instead, she wore nylons help up by a thick elastic band at each thigh. Brazen was the word that came to Christina's mind. She had seen those filthy stag films Will had shown at a party he had given for a friend who was getting married. Christina knew of the kind of women who would wear frilly lace garter belts and such things, and she didn't like them one bit.

Betty pulled back so that just the crown of Will's cock remained between her lips. Then she put her hot tongue to work. Her tongue slid expertly over his cockhead, teasing, dancing, twisting around and around. And while her tongue was working on his cocktip, Betty's lips moved in a soft chewing motion, drawing an animal-like groan of pleasure from will. Her finger was ramrodding back and forth in her cunt, the slick pussy juice trickling down into her palm. Damn, how she loved sucking win's prick!

"You hot bitches!" win growled, releasing the nipple from his mouth.

He looked at the firm tit flesh, noticing that the brown areola was glistening with his spit. Looking down, he watched his cock disappear into Betty's mouth. When she pulled back, the shaft of his cock glistened wetly, just like the girl patient's tit.

Will sucked on her other nipple as he pumped into the girl's pussy with his finger. He felt her writhe in ecstasy. He worked a second finger between her clasping pussylips and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock even deeper in Betty's mouth. He heard her startled gasp, felt the head of his cock slam past the natural resistance at the back of her mouth and drive right down her throat. He hooked his hand behind Betty's neck and jerked her toward his aching cock. His fat cockhead shoved even deeper, pulsing strongly as his prickflesh expanded in her throat. Betty's hot lips were at the root of his prick, pressed against the jagged edge of his zipper. She squealed in surprise, her clutching throat protesting the sudden intrusion of hard cockmeat. Putting her hands flat on Will's thighs, she pushed hard, uncorking his cock from her throat and landing on her ass.

"Damn you!" she hissed angrily, looking up at Will who was still chewing on the girl's tit. "You know I can't take that huge hunk of prickmeat down my throat!"

Christina smiled. It pleased, her that Betty couldn't deep-throat Will's cock. She made a mental note that soon, very soon, she would learn to deep-throat Will and put that slutty little bitch to shame.

"Come on," Will said, giving the girl's nipple one last kiss. "Let's get on the bed."

The girl was already completely naked, and she hopped on the bed, spreading her legs wide for Will. Betty hiked up her dress, pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them at the foot of the bed. Will merely opened his pants and pushed them down his thighs a little, dragging his shorts with them to expose his throbbing, spit-slick cock.

"We've got to hurry," he said. "I've got my rounds to make." With that, he climbed onto the bed, flattening the girl's pert tits with his chest. Will thrust his hips down and his wet cockhead smashed against the patient's cunt, then slid over the crack of her ass. "Damn it, make yourself useful!" he barked at the nurse.

Betty got on the bed between Will's legs and grabbed his prick. Aiming his cockhead at the girl's cunt, she said, "Now!"

Will shoved at the girl again. The head of his prick rammed into her pussy, shoved her cuntlips inward, then split her pussy flesh wide apart as he entered her hot, juicy fuckhole. He thrust his cockshaft into her cunt full length, shoving into her pussy until their pelvic bones ground together.

"Ahhhhh!" the girl gasped, feeling her cunt filled with Will's hard, pulsing cock. She hooked her ankles together behind his ass and dug her fingernails into his back, scratching so deeply that even through his smock, jacket and shirt, she hurt him.

"You bitch! So you want to play rough, do you?" he rasped.

With that, he began drilling his cock violently into her pussy. He stabbed her tight cunt cruelly, slamming his big cock into her until they practically bounced on the bed. Then he pulled out so that he was, hardly in her pussy. Again and again he shoved his throbbing cock into her hot pussy as he looked down at the girl's face which was twisted into a mask of absolute pleasure.

Betty slithered belly-down on the bed, kissing Will's thighs as she worked her way slowly to his balls. She might not be able to suck on his hairy sac as she had hoped she could, because he was fucking so hard and fast. She tried to plant a wet kiss on his asscheek, but Will, raised his ass so quickly that he nearly broke her nose. Betty gasped as her head jerked backwards, and she abandoned her mission. But there was more that she could do and, with a sly smirk pursing her lips, she got off the bed.

Christina's nipples were tingling like mad. She wanted to touch her tits to relieve her painful desire, but she knew that if she so much as grazed her fingers over her nipples – even through her blouse and bra – she would only kindle a fire that she could not extinguish. She chose instead to do nothing but watch her husband fuck the living daylights out of some young cunt and a nurse named Betty.

"Move a little." Betty instructed Will as she stepped near the front of the bed. "I'm going to have her eat my pussy."

"No!" the patient hissed, looking up at Betty with wild, frightened eyes. "I've never done that before."

"Everybody has to learn sometime," Betty replied. She calmly got on the bed and straddled the girl's head with her knees. "Now lick my cunt like a good little girl, or the good doctor, here, will stop fucking you, and you won't come. Now you don't want that to happen, do you?"

The girl looked at Betty's dewy pussy, just inches from her face. She really didn't want to stick her tongue into Betty's pink cuntflesh. That was a man's job. But she also didn't want to stop fucking. One was bad, but the other was worse. As Betty's cunt lowered slowly to the girl's face, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The first taste of pussy juice shocked the girl. She didn't think cunt juice would be so salty. But with her pussy reeling in ecstasy from the wonderful, thick cock that was rocketing in and out of her cunt walls, the git decided that sucking cunt wasn't that bad. As her feverish clit got hotter and hotter, edging ever closer to orgasm, the girl began to like eating cunt. Soon she was greedily dragging her tongue along Betty's sticky fuckhole, scooping up the thick, clear pussy oil and sucking on Betty's red, hard clit.

"That's it, lover," Betty purred, her eyes closed. She fondled her tits through her uniform. She wiggled her hips a little, letting the girl lick and suck on her pussylips.

Will, raising his torso like he was doing push-ups, felt the tingling in his balls get more urgent. It wouldn't be long now before he shot his jism. Soon his hot, white cum would blast through the length of his cock and spew from his cocktip straight into the girl's pussy. Soon… very soon.

He slowed his pounding thrusts. He thought he might as well make the fucking session last a while longer. He watched the girl's small tits jiggle each time he rammed his cock deep up her cunt. Her nipples were like pebbles, hard and small. Fantastic waves of pleasure started from the hot little buds and spread throughout her body.

Christina sensed that the thrashing trio would soon reach a peak of ecstasy. Betty's eyes were closed as she concentrated on her clit, and Christina decided that now was the time to make her escape. If she waited much longer, the chance of her being discovered would be too great. She opened the door a little more, her eyes glued on Betty's face. Then she stepped quietly away from the door. She wasn't concerned about Will – he had his back to her. And she certainly wasn't concerned about the girl, who couldn't see anything but Betty's ass.

She turned the knob and opened the door. It creaked slightly, and she dashed into the hallway. Waiting there, trying to look casual while her heart pounded in her chest, Christina listened carefully. She could still hear the rhythmic, steady squeaking from the room. Silly of me, she thought, they couldn't hear a fire alarm!

Back in the room, Will had lost all control. If he had had any notions of prolonging the fucking, he would have to give them up. His balls, with the cum welling up in them, had taken complete control of his body. He slammed his cock deep into the girl's cunt as his nuts pulled up tight to his body. Will gritted his teeth, fighting off the intense pleasure. But his ass just continued to undulate. And then it happened – the scalding hot cum erupted from his balls like lava from a volcano. The thick blobs of juicy cum spewed from the tip of his prick, flooding the girl's pussy.

"Ahhhh! Arggghhhhh!" he groaned as his hot cum shot from his balls. He pounded his cock into her harder than ever, pressing his muscular hips down to drive the pulsating head of his prick deep up the girl's cunt.

Christina heard her husband's choked groan, and she knew he was coming. She had heard his groan many times before – only it was her cunt that his cum filled then. She turned from the door and walked out of the hospital.

It was strange for her. She didn't feel hurt or cheated. If asked, she would not be able to give a definite answer about how she felt. The times that Will had said he was too tired to fuck or that he had a headache, kept rolling through her mind like a crazy movie.

She wondered how long her husband had been fucking around – wondered if he fucked her just to keep her happy. He had married her when she was a wide-eyed, twenty-one-year-old rookie stewardess. But that was seven years ago. He had taught her how to really enjoy fucking, and it had been with his cock that she had learned to give blow-jobs. Will begged her to suck his cock for weeks before Christina finally consented. After that, he described her as a cock eater because she enjoyed sucking his prick so much.

What's good for the gander is good for the goose, Christina decided as she hailed a cab. She wasn't sure what the future held for her, but she knew it would be fun.

CHAPTER TWO

Christina went to the bank and withdrew 400 dollars. The first thing she needed to do was get some new clothes. If she was going cock-hunting, as she now thought of it, she'd need the right kind of clothes. Just as a deer hunter needed the right kind of clothes to hunt deer properly.

After her quick stop at the bank, Christina told the cabbie to take her to a clothing store called Julio's of Hollywood. The place specialized in ultra-sexy apparel, and that's exactly what Christina was looking for!

Christina took her time, carefully picking outfits that would make her look a sexy, high class whore. She picked out garter belts, black silk hose, a jumpsuit that fit her like a second skin, and a blouse so sheer it was almost transparent. Next came several bras with matching panties, a couple of dresses guaranteed to drive any man right out of his fucking mind, high-heeled shoes with open toes – the works!

Then Christina called her airline and volunteered for several flights that had layovers. If she was going to test her wings away from Will, she wanted to start out in another city.

Christina felt daring. Beneath her stewardess' uniform, she wore pink panties with a matching bra that hardly contained her thirty-eight-inch tits. A lace garter belt held up her silk hose. She felt like one of those actresses in the stag movie she had seen. She felt horny.

"Would you care for another drink, sir?" Christina asked a distinguished-looking gentleman sitting in a rear seat of the DC-9.

"Yeah, why not?" He looked up at Christina and smiled. Was she coming on to him? The question haunted him. That damned stewardess was so fucking good-looking!

He watched her walk away, her full ass swishing erotically. When Christina walked toward him moments later, he appraised her beauty. Christina's large, wide-set brown eyes were the loveliest he had ever seen; her tits were absolutely huge and wiggled seductively with each step she took; her hair cascaded down, over her shoulders and curled slightly at the small of her back; her lips were full, highlighting a broad mouth that promised great sensuality. Her waist was narrow, tapering in from the fullness of her tits before flaring out to her hips.

He guessed that Christina had, at the outside, five extra pounds. But she carried it well – as truly voluptuous women do – and the weight was equally distributed between her tits and her ass.

Christina bent lower than necessary to hand the man his drink. In doing so, she gave the gentleman a good view of her ample cleavage.

"If there's anything I can do for you – anything at all…" she said, pausing to lick her lips sensually, "don't be afraid to ask."

"I… ah… I certainly will," the man said, feeling the stirring of an awakening cock in his pants. Hell's bells! The last thing he needed was to sporting an embarrassing hard-on!

"What's your name?"

"Ah… Bob… Bob Helms."

"My name's Christina."

She bent down even farther, putting her hands on her knees. Christina sensed how nervous Bob was. She guessed his age at fifty, but he was in excellent shape – probably a former athlete who still exercised regularly.

"My name's Christina," she repeated, "and I'd like to see you after this flight. How about buying a lonely girl a drink?"

"Sure," Bob choked, wondering how in the flying fuck he had gotten so lucky.

The DC-9 landed in Boston, and it took some time, but Christina was finally off duty. She took a cab to the bar Bob had told her about and found him waiting for her at a table in a dimly lit corner.

"Sorry," Christina said, her voice a purr, "but I didn't have time to change into something a little more sexy. I guess I was just in a hurry to see you."

Bob couldn't reply. The most he could do was look into Christina's dark eyes and get lost in them.

"This small talk is getting us nowhere. I haven't booked a hotel for the evening, so I guess we'll have to fuck at your place." She decided to be bold.

An hour later, Christina was absolutely frustrated. Bob, it turned out, lived in one of the fashionable, hundred-year-old buildings that had been turned into condominiums. His place bordered the Boston Commons, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Bob's wife, who was home that evening.

So, since they could not fuck in Bob's home, they decided to take a walk. They walked in the Commons, and with each step, Christina got hornier and hornier. She needed a hard, big cock driving up her cunt. She needed a fat prick in her, and that was all there was to it! But she was also learning that this fucking around stuff wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"Look, you can fuck me over there, near the trees where it's dark," Christina at last suggested.

She took his hand in hers, noticing that poor Bob just wasn't used to having such a young, beautiful woman trying desperately to fuck him.

Christina led him to a small group of trees and looked around. There were several people in the Commons, but she didn't think they could see her very well. Besides, she and Bob were hidden by the shadows from the trees.

"All right," Christina cooed, slowly dropping to her knees in the grass. "Let's see what kind of monster prick you've got waiting for me."

Christina's mouth went dry as she tugged loose Bob's belt. This was a pretty dramatic step for her. She opened his belt, then unfastened his pants before pulling down his zipper. She pulled them down to his ankles then, brought his shorts down, too. There, hanging limply between his legs, was a wrinkled, small cock.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina said sarcastically. "The poor little prick. Your cock looks frightened." Christina curled her slender fingers around his nut sac, and with the fingers of her other hand, raised the head of his cock toward her mouth. She looked up and saw Bob gazing at her, his eyes reflecting the mixture of fear and lust he felt.

"I-I don't think I can get a hard-on," Bob whispered, his voice cracking in embarrassment. "I… this is so weird…"

"Of course it's weird, darling. But you'll get a hard-on and you'll fuck me. Just as soon as I put my mouth to work on this cock, you'll forget how weird it is and know how good my cocksucking can get."

Christina looked at the cockhead just inches from her face and smiled. Okay, Christina, she thought, let's show this poor, old bastard what a blow-job is supposed to feel like. And if someone comes around, you can fuck him, too.

With that in mind, Christina leaned forward and captured Bob's entire cock in her mouth. Her red, lipsticked lips encircled the base of Bob's prick, forming a perfect, tight seal around his cockmeat. She pushed her tongue out between his soft cock and her lips, and tickled his hairy nuts. Almost instantly, Christina felt his prickmeat twitch, come alive and get slowly harder and thicker. His cock's girth increased steadily. Christina pulled her head back so that just the knob of Bob's cock remained in her mouth, and she drew a tight suction on his prickhead, stretching his cockflesh out, making his prick shank skinny.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, low in her throat like an animal. She brought her face forward slowly, sucking his prickshaft back into her mouth, feeling his prickmeat constantly expanding as his lusty blood pumped into it.