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The Innocent Fugitives
a Novel by Varkel
Copyright (C) 2000, Varkel



Chapter 21:  New Procedures



"Ms. Taylor, the reason I asked you to come in is that I have 
some very important news for you."

Ruth took a deep breath.  She said positively, "Dr. Pitcairn, 
you're going to tell me I'm pregnant."

"Yes, I am."  He smiled slightly.  "At least the news doesn't 
seem to upset you."

"No.  In fact I am delighted."

"Excellent!  That was my concern."

"Because I'm not married?  Don't worry, doctor.  I'm engaged to 
the father."

"For the record, will you say now who that is?"

She shook her head.  "Not yet.  In the wrong hands that 
information could be harmful to him."

"I see."  The man leaned back.  "Well, Ms. Taylor, you are 32 
years old, a little late for a first baby but not seriously.  At 
145 pounds you are a bit heavy for your height, but I have 
examined you carefully.  You have a remarkably muscular build for 
a woman.  None of that weight is fat, except in appropriately 
feminine areas such as breasts and hips.  You don't smoke or 
drink habitually.  I'll prescribe some prenatal pills for you, 
mainly to be sure your vitamin and mineral resources are 
adequate, but by all the indications you should have a 
comfortable, healthy pregnancy and delivery.  Do you have any 
questions for me?"

She thought a moment.  "No, at least not yet.  I know you can't 
determine the baby's gender this early."

"That's correct, not reliably, though in another couple weeks, 
certainly a month, the hormonal signals will be strong enough."

She smiled sunnily.  "I'll ask you then.  And you don't have to 
worry about me financially either.  It's true that I quit the 
police force over a month ago, but I have another source of 
income."

"Please, Ms. Taylor, take that up with my receptionist."

"You don't bother with mundane things like money, eh, doctor?"

He laughed.  "And get my hands dirty?"


* * *


"Ms. Smith?  I'm Dr. Grissom.  I've been admitted to the clinic 
staff to perform this experimental procedure."

They stood in the patient's hospital room with the door closed.  
Jenny, clad in a starched nurse's uniform, studied the handsome 
new doctor perhaps a bit too intently, which may have caused him 
to turn away and fuss with his equipment.  He was a big guy with 
a rugged face, and no older than she, Jenny thought.

"Now," he said, turning once again to her, "you will assist me in 
this procedure.  You must follow my instructions to the letter.  
The patient will be very suggestible to nuances such as 
unexpected speech and tone of voice, so please hold your 
questions or whisper them at most."

"Yes, doctor," she intoned submissively in a low voice, lowering 
her eyes.  It was his turn to stare.  He looked her shapely 
figure up and down carefully.

"First prepare this IV," he said after a moment, nodding at a 
rack from which dangled a clear plastic bag containing an amber 
liquid.

Jenny took up the equipment, found a vein readily in the wrinkled 
arm and competently inserted the needle with its receptor.  The 
naked old man on the hospital bed was unresponsive.  She wondered 
what the stuff was.  The label claimed to be 1000 cc D5W, 
dextrose in water, but she knew very well that D5W was a clear 
liquid.  She suspected that this experiment might not be strictly 
legal, then shrugged mentally with a touch of amusement.  The 
legality of her acts had long since ceased to concern her.

"I've hypnotized him," Grissom explained in a low voice.  "He 
shall have controlled dreams and fantasies that we shall suggest 
according to this script."  The doctor briefly waved a sheaf of 
papers in his hand.  "The active IV will regulate those dreams 
and eliminate extraneous thoughts, especially nightmares.  He 
will have an experience that shall be as real as life."  He 
watched as the drip began and added, "Please tape the IV lines 
along his arm to the shoulder so that he can move without 
loosening them."

As she obeyed, Jenny felt a touch of confusion.  Did he know she 
was not just an ordinary nurse?  Her brow wrinkled and she 
whispered, "I was told to report to you, Dr. Grissom, but ...  
Usually I perform a rather specialized function for this clinic."

The man coughed quietly.  "I know that, Ms. Smith.  I was told 
that you, ah, serve two professions, and this is exactly what I 
need.  For experimental success, the patient's most fundamental 
drives must be engaged.  I admit, in fact, that your, ah, 
_second_ skill is the reason for doing this here instead of the 
Philippines."

Her eyes widened.  "Really?  Why the Philippines?"

"Nurses of similar willingness, though perhaps with less medical 
experience, are said to be available there."  He glanced 
discreetly away.  "Would you please disrobe?"

"Completely, sir?"

"Yes, please."

Jenny obeyed and soon stood before him fully nude.  She flaunted 
her body subtly, although that was entirely unnecessary to get 
the doctor's attention.

"We'll have to wait ten minutes now," he said, blushing slightly, 
eyes riveted to her jiggling breasts.  "You may sit on the extra 
bed and rest, if you like.  May I call you Jenny?"

Jenny smiled her assent and sat upon the bed with her hands 
extended behind her, arching her back.  His gaze lingered and his 
lips parted unconsciously.  She felt her nipples tighten and 
parted her legs, raising one knee provocatively.

Grissom sighed and sat on the bed beside her.  He hesitated, then 
patted her knee.  She smiled slightly, noting the bulge in his 
britches behind the parted lab coat.

He cleared his throat.  "We should go over your duties now, 
Jenny.  You will perform four specific acts in strict accordance 
with the script.  First you will fellate Mr. Sikes, beginning and 
stopping when I gesture like this.  Then the two of you will 
copulate with you astride him.  You will get off him, when I 
indicate in this manner, then get back on for another session 
when I do the reverse.  Finally, you will lie behind him and cup 
his body to yours and when I extend my finger so, insert this 
greased dildo into his anus and push it in and out gently."

"I see no problem in that, Dr. Grissom.  Will he ejaculate?"

"Only in his dream," the doctor replied with a sniff, "although I 
expect him to have an erection once you begin to, ah, attend 
him."

"It seems we still have several minutes before _that_," she 
observed, squirming her body slightly.  She moved her leg so that 
his hand rode higher up her thigh.

"So we do," he agreed.  He took a deep breath as his blush 
darkened.  His hand rose toward her dangling breast but 
hesitated.  She immediately pushed the lumpy nipple into his 
palm.

He squeezed her and breathed, "God, Jenny!  Do you have any idea 
just how arousing this is?"

"For him?" she asked teasingly.

"For _me_!  I'm sitting beside a very competent nurse who is also 
..."

"A whore?"

"Surely _courtesan_ is the better word."

She laughed softly, her hand finding the lump under his lab coat.  
"Perhaps it is.  The difference is about $1000 per trick."

His hand slipped down her round belly, fingers diving between the 
closely shaven labia.  "This time the patient is paying" -- he 
actually giggled -- "and not just through the nose."

"They always do," she agreed.  Her hand had enclosed him 
completely through the cloth of his britches.  "A nice one, 
doctor!"

He sighed and removed his hand.  "We need to keep our heads 
clear, Jenny."

"What a pity!"  She sighed also, sat fully erect and crossed her 
legs.

He studied the papers in his hand, checked his watch, then 
regarded her again.  "Don't be startled by the sounds I make," he 
advised.

"Sounds?"

"Sometimes I'll attempt to speak as a woman -- I believe they 
call it 'falsetto.'  I have trained the patient to perceive me as 
any of several people known to him in his youth."

"I see.  Do I also have a speaking part?"

"No."  He grinned.  "Not speaking.  Your job is to be the 
_bodies_ of his acquaintances.  I'll describe a scene for him 
verbally, in this deep voice."  He lowered his voice momentarily.  
"He recognizes that as a sort of narrator.  But I'll direct your 
actions only with the hand gestures I showed you.  Remember to 
whisper if they seem unintelligible."

She sniffed.  "You don't need a rocket scientist to help with 
this, do you?"

"No, but I do need enthusiasm.  A girl from the street corner, 
doing tricks to earn her next fix, wouldn't cut it.  Also, she 
could never help me handle it if anything goes wrong."

Her eyebrows rose.  She tilted her head toward his midsection.  
"Do I have what it takes, doctor?"

"Oh, god, yes, Jenny!"  He sighed.  "But Mr. Sikes is the proof 
of the pudding."


* * *


Gordon Sikes awoke in the most blissful way a guy can do it -- 
with his cock in a suckling mouth.

"Aunt Ellen!" he gasped when he looked quickly down and 
recognized the pretty blonde woman of twice his sixteen years.  
Aunt Ellen, sucking his dick?  How could it be?  He had never in 
his wildest dreams conceived such a thing possible.

She was fully dressed, primly in fact, with her blouse buttoned 
to the top.  Her eyes smiled at him as her face sank to his pubes 
then rose until only the glans was concealed, slowly again and 
again.  At the bottom of her stroke he distinctly felt the 
constriction at the back of her throat.  At the top he shuddered 
to the rasp of a tongue.  He groaned in pleasure, not thinking 
for a moment of pushing her head away.  Instead he reached down 
and clutched a large tit through the thick cloth, knowing that 
under these circumstances it was permitted, feeling the wire of 
the brassiere and the lump of the nipple.

How incredible!  Aunt Ellen was sucking his cock and he was 
squeezing her tit.  God, this was exciting!  But he would last, 
he knew, because just before dawn he had awakened with a tingle 
in his erect, man size cock.  He had jacked off twice into the 
top sheet.

"That feels _so_ good, Aunt Ellen!  Oh, please don't stop."

The woman shook her head negatively without missing a slurp of 
the world-class blowjob.  He felt her hands squeezing his balls, 
rolling them gently against each other, adding to the intensity 
of the experience.  Something intruded into his anus, painless 
but insistent, arching forward, pressing his flesh from the 
inside.  He suddenly realized that he could not last after all.

"I'm about to come!" he cried out in a quavering voice.

Aunt Ellen froze but did not remove her generous mouth from 
around him.  She changed to a pulsing suction and worked her 
tongue against the underside, drawing out his essence in a loud, 
whiny climax.  When his spurts subsided, she stood and grinned 
down at him with lips parted around a mouthful of goo.  She 
swallowed ostentatiously.

"Good morning, Gordon," she said in a normal voice.  "How are you 
feeling today?"

Somewhere strangers were talking.  It sounded like a distant 
radio.  What they said was almost interesting.  A woman whispered 
aggrievedly, "I thought you said he wouldn't ejaculate!" to which 
a man responded, "You don't know how amazing that is!  Here, spit 
in this."

But who cared about a radio, considering what had just happened?  
His attention focused on Aunt Ellen's warm smile in a clean face.  
Obviously she had not spilled a single drop.  He lay on the bed 
elated and aghast, having just experienced real sex for the very 
first time -- but with his favorite aunt, his mom's sister!  He 
could not comprehend it.  He felt heat on his face.  His 
inclination was to hide under the bed covers.  But on second 
thought, why?  _He_ had no cause for embarrassment -- she was the 
one who had done everything! ...  Well, he _had_ squeezed her big 
tit a little, just enough to savor --

The woman gestured to her left.  "You have company, Gordon, come 
to play with you."

He snatched the bed sheet over his groin and looked up.

"Hi, Gordon."  Her fourteen year old twins, Greg and Lois, 
greeted him almost in unison, drawing near his bed.

"Hi," he replied, admiring their blond prettiness not for the 
first time.

"Do you still have to stay in that bed?" asked Lois, her pixy 
face annoyed.

"Yes, my dear," Aunt Ellen answered, "for a while longer, until 
he finishes healing.  I'm sure you can think of games to play in 
bed."

"I know," suggested Greg with a snicker: "'Hide the Wienie.'"

Lois seemed surprised.  "Does Gordon have a wienie?"

"He'll tell you where it is," Aunt Ellen responded confidently.  
"I'm going shopping this morning.  It's rainy and slushy outside, 
so stay indoors.  I'll take you two to a movie this afternoon."  
She winked at Gordon before turning away.  "If you fall asleep, 
dear, I'll wake you up again."

He blushed, taking her wink to promise more of the same.  She 
chuckled as she left the room.  He heard a door slam.

Lois asked with a mischievous twinkle, "Do you want to play some 
new games, Gordon?"

"Yes, he does," Greg declared with a wink of his own, doing 
something at the front of his britches.

The two of them had grown much larger, Gordon thought, since the 
last time he had noticed them: larger and prettier.  Physically 
they were almost mature.  Lois was, at least, though Greg's voice 
still tended to shrillness and his chin had yet to grow --

My god, Greg had pulled out a half-hard dick and was jacking on 
it!

"To play this game," Lois declared, unbuttoning her blouse, "we 
have to get naked, like you."  She smirked knowingly.  "You're 
not even wearing your jocks, are you, Gordon?"

He blushed and gaped speechlessly as the youthful two proceeded 
to undress fully.

"Come on, Gordon, don't be bashful," Greg urged when he and his 
sister stood naked before the older boy.

"It's a sex game," Lois sought to explain calmly.  "Mommy let's 
us do it so long as I take my pills."

Hesitantly Gordon pulled the sheet away.  He could not take his 
eyes off the naked twins.  Both bodies were slim.  Their flesh 
gleamed.  The main differences between them were Lois's small but 
perky tits and Greg's carmine-crowned cock curving up above its 
dependent sack.  Both bodies were absolutely beautiful and 
powerfully alluring.  He was going to fuck, he knew.  He could 
not imagine fucking for the first time with a girl lovelier than 
Lois.

"We do it about twice a day, Gordon," Lois declared, staring 
eagerly at her cousin's larger cock.

"Sometimes Mommy joins in," Greg added smugly.

"Yeah," Lois said.  She licked her lips.  "Wow," she exclaimed 
softly, "I see why Mommy couldn't resist."

Gordon's eyes widened.  "You ... saw her?"

The girl chuckled.  "We saw what she was doing and slipped back 
out till she finished.  I can suck as good as she can, can't I, 
bro?"

"Sure, sis.  Anybody can suck.  I'll bet I could, too.  What do 
you think, Gordon?"

"I ... I ..."

Lois tossed her head.  "Gordon doesn't do things like that, 
silly."

"Then let's show him how."

Gordon made room as the twins jumped gleefully onto the bed and 
rolled around in a giggling frolic, torsos slithering over his 
own.  More than once a hand closed briefly on his cock.  When 
they settled down beside him, Lois lay on her back with Greg's 
head between her shapely thighs.  Gordon bent over to examine at 
close hand what the lad was doing.  It was natural for his palm 
to close over the closer of Lois' modest tits.  He watched Greg 
eat out the girl, his sister, who became increasingly excited and 
who soon cried out as a spasm seized her body.

"Watch this, Gordon," Greg cried, gasping for breath.  "I'm 
getting on top."

The boy slipped higher between his sister's drawn-up knees, but 
after just a few pumps he squealed in ecstasy and stopped 
thrusting.

Lois complained testily, "Damn it! Greg.  You always come too 
soon."  Turning to her cousin, she entreated, "Gordon, please, 
please finish me off."

Gordon's body trembled.  Before he could move the girl elbowed 
her brother against the wall and rolled atop her cousin.  Tits 
and belly compressed his chest and her silken thighs closed 
around his legs.  Her hand darted between them and guided his 
cock to her opening.

"Aaah!" they both sighed loudly as he penetrated her all the way.

He fucked her in a delirium of selfish virginal pleasure, 
unmindful of her feelings or anything else.  She fucked back at 
him almost violently, clawing his shoulder and screaming three 
times in orgasm before he whooped out his own ecstasy.  Then they 
lay quietly panting.

"I guess I should get off a sick man," she admitted reluctantly, 
"but I hate to.  That was just marvelous, Gordon."  She snuggled 
beside him with a hand holding his wet member.  "Let's catch our 
breath and do it again."

"Yeah," Greg said enthusiastically as he smeared his cock 
lovingly with Vaseline.  "Only let's play sandwich next time."

Gordon didn't have a clue.  Watching Greg jack himself, he again 
was aware of the background radio.  A woman whispered, "I think 
all this is from me.  He didn't come that time."  A man retorted, 
"I want you to show me how you managed it the first time!"  The 
woman's voice adopted a seductive tone.  "It would be a pleasure, 
doctor."

He started to ask Greg to turn off the radio, but Lois's fingers 
on his cock head distracted him.  "It's almost hard, Gordon," she 
cooed, rising up on her knees.  "I'll put it in again."

He kissed her pretty lips as she settled atop him.  He was calmer 
now and could better appreciate the splendid feeling of her warm 
tightness over the entire length of his shaft.  He relished the 
sight of her lovely face smiling down at him.  They began to fuck 
slowly, playfully.

"You're the baloney, Gordon," Greg shouted gleefully from behind 
the girl, "and I'm the pickle."

The boy's smooth knees forced their way under Gordon's buttocks.  
He felt a sharp, painful penetration of his anus that quickly 
became just a bothersome discomfort, lost in a delicious sense of 
absolute depravity.  He was fucking one of his pretty cousins 
while the other fucked him!  He could have never imagined 
anything half so compelling, so ecstatic.  His cock, painfully 
hard, must feel like an iron rod inside the girl, he thought, 
judging by her grimaces and groans.  Then spittle drooled from 
her mouth to his and he knew she shared his delight.

The three of them fucked together like an awkward machine and 
finally sang out their ecstasy harmoniously in tenor, soprano and 
baritone voices.

"Oh my," Gordon sighed, when they disentangled themselves, and 
lay separately on the bed.  "Oh my," he sighed again and fell 
asleep curled up on his side.


* * *


"Look at that blissful smile," Jenny commented when she stood 
from the bed and placed the dildo onto a tray.  A hand went 
between her legs and reappeared with white blobs dangling from 
the fingers.

"Good god!" Grissom exclaimed.  "Did he come again?"

She tasted a finger and nodded.  "He most definitely did."

"But that's --"  The man chuckled.  "I want to say 'impossible.'"

"Why is that, doctor?  I'm sure you're aware that very old men 
can often be quite capable sexually.  Wasn't there a U.S. senator 
who recently fathered children in his eighties?"

The doctor retorted dryly, "I agree that he was given the credit.  
But it's taken a month of careful suggestion even to accomplish 
an erection in this patient."  He looked meaningfully at her 
shapely body.  "You are a most remarkable woman, Jenny.  You were 
having orgasms, too, weren't you?"

"Why, yes!" she admitted as if the question surprised her.

"Even though this man is ...  Let me say, he's about as far as 
you can get from Brad Pitt or Leonardo diCaprio."

"I'm hardly a teenager," she responded with an indulgent smile.  
"Old men arouse a ... I guess a feeling of tenderness, that 
easily becomes sexual."

He nodded.  "It may take a woman to understand that fully.  
Whatever it is, I am in your debt.  You have demonstrated that 
this procedure has great promise."

"To what end, doctor?"

"Huh!  Reviving their interest in life, if nothing else."  He 
added with a whisper, "Sikes was suicidal."

She shook her head.  "You may not be interested in my opinion, 
doctor, but I've always thought suicide results from a failure of 
imagination."

He grunted.  "Sometimes the imagination needs help."  He pulled a 
sheet up to the old man's waist and deployed his stethoscope, 
glancing up to her while adjusting the earpieces.  "You'd better 
get dressed."

She complained with a pout, reaching for her clothes, "I thought 
we had a date, doctor.  Weren't you interested in my technique?"

"Yes, of course, Jenny.  I intend to get to the bottom of that, 
you may be sure, but upstairs in a private room after we've 
finished here."

Jenny dressed quickly.

When he was satisfied with the patient's chest, Grissom said in 
his deep voice of authority, "Gordon, on the count of three you 
will come fully awake, feeling rested and refreshed.  Here we go:  
one, two, three!"

Sikes' eyes blinked open and he looked around blearily, focusing 
finally on Jenny.  His hand found its way under the sheet.

"What a wonderful dream!" he exclaimed.  Then his hand reappeared 
to be held aloft before his eyes.  "Not just a dream, was it?"

He stared at her and sighed.  "I'm afraid to ask how much was 
real, but I think you have probably added a year to my life."  He 
winked around at Grissom.  "This procedure should be covered by 
Medicare."


* * *


"When're you gonna let me suck you off the way a good secretary 
is supposed to?"

Paul glowered at the woman standing before his desk and seemed to 
ignore the question.  He said morosely, "Jenny told me I'm not 
Dr. Grissom."

She sniffed.  "Well, you aren't.  You're Dr. Smith, and you have 
Bernie's sheepskin to prove it."

"Yeah.  _Bernie's_!"

"What's the matter, boss?"

"Jenny was too tired last night.  It seems Dr. Grissom wore her 
out."

"One of Bernie's specials?  A doctor?"

He shook his head.  "No, a real doctor, and a young man, I 
gather.  He's got some kind of special procedure."

She chuckled ironically.  "Every man thinks his is special."

He smiled slightly.  "Seems that way to you, does it?"

"But they're all basically the same.  Some are just kinder than 
others.  You're one, boss."

"One what?"

"A kind one.  Don't that young girl still live with you?"

"Yeah."  He sighed.  "I told you about her.  Since I found that 
out, I can't bring myself ...  Well, it just seems too much like 
molestation."

The woman's eyebrows rose.  "But it didn't when you worried about 
making her pregnant?"

"She'll always be only a child, Clio, so long as she lives."

The woman nodded.  "Like I said: a kind one.  Maybe too kind.  
Push your chair back."  She came around the desk toward him, 
punching a button on his telephone in the process.

He obeyed, opening his legs, but shook his head.  "You know you 
don't have to do this, Clio."

"I don't have to do anything," she agreed tartly.  "Why don't you 
take your pants off?"

He raised up in his chair enough to accomplish it.  She took the 
clothing from him, laid it on his desk and whirled away to the 
straight chair beside it.  She released something in its seat and 
returned bearing the cushion.

She chuckled at his expression.  "Didn't you know the cushion 
would come out?"

"No, and I'm surprised _you_ did!"

"Oh, I've been planning this for weeks."

The cushion went to floor between his hairy legs.  Her panty-hose 
covered knees sank upon it and her smartly suited elbows rested 
on his splayed thighs.  She took the dangling member in hand and 
ran a fingertip around the corona and back and forth over the 
edge of it.  It swelled quickly.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Jelly mentioned this.  She likes it."

"My god!  And they say men tell all."

"Everybody likes to tell about feeling good.  Close your eyes."

"What?"

"It would be better if you had a sleep mask."

"Clio, I love to watch what a woman does to me.  When I see my 
dick stuck in a woman's face -- especially when it's _deep_ into 
her, and see her cheeks collapse with suction -- god!  I can 
think of nothing more stimulating than that sight."

She nodded.  "I've heard that.  Even had a CU professor tell me 
why: something to do with the power game, makes a man feel like a 
king, or something.  Kind of dumb, if you ask me.  But you'll 
like it better this time if you close your eyes, I promise you."  
She worked her mouth, apparently gathering spittle.

"If you say so," he conceded ungracefully.

"Close them tight, now!"

"Okay, okay!"

She hesitated briefly.  He heard a metallic click and then --  
His gut tightened with surprise and his eyes flew open 
involuntarily.  She had sucked him completely into her mouth with 
surprising force, producing a powerful slurp that would not have 
embarrassed a vacuum hose.  It produced a sharp but agreeable 
sensation, a true pang of pleasure in a penis only partly erect.  
The full enlargement immediately followed as her head moved 
rapidly on a bobbing neck.  It was incredibly wet and smooth, 
resembling a ready vagina much more closely than any mouth of his 
previous experience, better even than a banana peel -- yet 
something compressed his shaft tightly as a fist, riding in and 
out, catching behind the corona, stretching him, he was sure, on 
each partial withdrawl.  The net of it was rising pleasure.

She frowned up at his staring eyes and he closed them almost 
completely, leaving only a dim view through eyelashes.  He feared 
if he disobeyed her she might cease!  But he saw nothing that 
might account for her shyness.  Her cheeks were sunken a bit 
deeper than usual and her lips were clamped tight enough to show 
radial wrinkles, though he doubted they could be the source of 
compression.

A mouth alone had not brought him to climax since his early 
youth, when an enterprising whore, seeing his shyness and 
innocence, had earned in ten seconds what she normally spent 15 
minutes to gain, counting the clean-up.  Usually a fast jacking 
hand was required beneath the head suction.  Even Bobbie had 
needed to use her hand intermittently until his first dribble, 
after which she might fill the top of her esophagus without 
applying further stimulation.

But this mouth was tighter than any vagina.  One of her hands 
squeezed his testicles lightly while the other arm draped 
negligently over his leg.  The bobbing mouth alone was more than 
adequate to suck out his juices.  With a deep groan he emitted 
the first squirt, forgetting to simulate closed eyes.

Immediately she froze, relaxing all pressure on the glans while 
maintaining it on the shaft, cheeks now ballooning outward, head 
still moving, though only slightly.  Her eyes twinkled into his 
as he expired with powerful squirts, grunting deeply with each.  
Apparently he was no longer forbidden to watch.  He was 
unsurprised to see that Clio failed to share Bobbie's enthusiasm 
for showing off a penis ejaculating in her vocal cords.

The woman held that pose.  Her throat muscles worked.  When he 
had dribbled the last, he felt her tongue laving the head around 
the eye.

"God, Clio!" he exclaimed at last.  "I think that was the most 
sensual blowjob I ever had."

He could see her cheeks thicken with a smile, but she did not 
withdraw.  Slowly her inner mouth regained full contact with him, 
producing an actually agreeable mild pang of post-coitum combined 
pleasure and pain.  He released his breath in a long sigh.

At that she pulled quickly away.  He had one glimpse of her lips 
pressed firmly together before she whirled with her back to him.  
Her hands rose to her face.  In a moment she turned back.  Her 
lipstick was thinner but her makeup was otherwise intact.  She 
looked every inch the trimly aging professional secretary -- 
except for a hugely unprofessional grin that reached 
approximately from one ear to the other, displaying brilliant 
perfect teeth and no trace of seminal fluid.

"Told you I'd show you a trick!"

Suddenly he understood what was different.  She had taken out her 
false teeth!  That explained the incomparable pressure on his 
shaft and the arm draped over his leg.  But she was sensitive 
about it, as any woman might be, he supposed.

He took a deep breath.  "How long have you been working for me, 
Clio?"

"Several weeks, a month or two.  If you really want to know, I 
can --"

"I guess what I really want is for you to kick me when I stand up 
and bend over."

"Kick you, boss?"

"I can't believe I've let that talented mouth do nothing but talk 
on the phone all this time."

Her smile grew complacent.  "You liked my little trick?"

He shook his head.  "I'll amend what I said.  You don't go for 
the deep throat, do you?  Even so, I think that was the best 
blowjob I ever got."

She shrugged.  "I can do the deep throat.  It's not such a big 
deal.  Anybody can learn it.  All of us did after that damned 
movie came out."  She cocked an eyebrow.  "But if I do, I can't 
clamp as tight.  Which do you prefer: tonsils or tight?"

He nodded.  "You're right.  Tight's better."

"I thought a dick would think so, but ..."  She hesitated.  "I 
ain't made it tight on very many."

She looked away when he studied her.  "Then I thank you, Clio.  
It was really special."

She smiled again.  "Next time -- give you a night's sleep -- I'll 
make you come twice in a minute."

"I can believe it."  He stood up.  "But I remember what you said 
about this little game between us, back when it was still a game.  
Go get the cordless and meet me in the examination room."

Her whole face lit.  "Oh, boss, you sweet man!"  Suddenly she 
leaned forward and up and kissed his chin.  "I'll be right 
there."

A young girl could have skipped out of the room no more lightly.


* * *


Oddly enough, to Bobbie's way of thinking, Alan did not seem 
well-liked by any of his student colleagues.  He was too pretty, 
she supposed, for both boys and girls.  Aside from the occasional 
boy who wanted to punish him for it, everyone mostly avoided his 
company.  She wondered idly, loitering on the street corner near 
his aunt's apartment, if that might explain his ambivalent sexual 
preference.  A sardonic grin appeared on her lips as she 
remembered her uncle's advice.  Alan had better make hay while 
the sun shone.  He wouldn't be so pretty forever.

The boy in question rounded the corner, book bag still strapped 
behind his parka.  He stopped, pale eyebrows rising.  "You 
waiting for me?"

"Who else, pretty face?"

He frowned.  "Don't call me that."

"Why not?  Everybody says you've got one."

"It's what you say to a girl."

"Well?  You sucked Tom's cock almost as good as a girl."

"_Almost_?  Huh!  My cousin says boys can do it the best."

"And you let Tom fuck you up the ass.  I suppose you think boys' 
asses feel best, too."

His brow knitted.  "Are girls any different there?"

"I don't think so.  How about coming home with me this 
afternoon?"

"I can't."

She said slyly, "I'll let you find out if a girl's ass feels like 
a boy's."

He brightened momentarily but shook his head.  "I really can't.  
My aunt's waiting for me.  Besides, I fucked a girl up the ass -- 
a woman, I mean."

The girl stiffened.  "Who was it?"

"I'm not a ratter.  I won't tell."

"You don't have to!  It was that Allison, wasn't it -- that slut 
of Tom's."

He looked away stubbornly.  "I won't say."

"Huh!  So she let you fuck her up the ass?  She really _is_ a 
slut!"

The boy's eyes widened.  "Didn't you just say you would, too, if 
I went home with you?"

She grinned.  "Maybe I'm a slut, myself.  Okay, you got to run 
home to auntie, but you can tell me this first.  Do you still 
mean to go with me to see the man tomorrow?"

Alan's eyes dropped.  "I don't know, Bobbie.  What'll he do to 
us?"

She sniffed with exasperation.  "I already told you.  Nothing 
that Tom didn't."

"Tom hurt my ass," said the boy defensively.

"I don't think you have to worry," she assured breezily.  "This 
guy is the one who likes to be fucked up the ass.  I bet you'll 
only have to _do_ the fucking.  Anyway, he won't force you.  If 
you don't want it up your ass, all you have to do is say so."

"You sure about that?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"You've seen his dick?"

"Alan, damn it, I told you: I sucked him off.  And, oh yeah, he 
fucked me once before that."

"How big is it?"

"Not much.  Not as big as Paul's."

"Whose?"

"I mean, it's shorter than Tom's ... and thinner, except for the 
knob."

"The what?"

"You know, the smooth part on the end: sort of like a little 
door-knob."  She giggled.  "I never heard the right name for it.  
What's it called?"

"I don't know, either.  What do you mean, except for that?"

"This guy's knob is thicker than the rest.  It feels kind of 
good, going in and out: makes a ripple."

"In and out of what?"

"My cunny.  It might feel good in your ass, too."

"It might?"  The boy licked his lips.  His eyes gleamed.

She laughed.  "I thought you were afraid of dicks in your ass."

"No," he answered seriously, "not if they do it right.  My 
cousin's felt good.  He made me come with it."

"He what?  How could he do that?"

"He was on top.  My dick was rubbing the bed sheet."

"Oh."  She added with a note of disgust, "Boys!"

He studied her thoughtfully, as if considering how she might use 
the bedclothes.  She grunted in understanding.  "I guess boys do 
have one or two advantages.  Will you come tomorrow?  He's got a 
lot of interesting stuff in his apartment."

"Cameras, you said."

"Yeah.  And pictures.  He might show you some."

"Pictures of what?"

"Boys sucking dicks, mostly.  You'll love them."

"You think so?"

She took a breath.  "I'm getting cold out here.  Will you go with 
me tomorrow or not?"

"In the alley across from the school, you said."

"That's right.  Whoever gets there first waits for the other one.  
Will you do it?"

He nodded, smiling slyly.  "I always meant to."



NEXT:  Chapter 22: Doves and a Chicken Hawk
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