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Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in her gynecologist's office
for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. With this delay she
wouldn't be able to get back to the office this evening to polish the brief she
was preparing for next Monday's hearing of the Ferguson case. She couldn't
understand how Janet could let her office staff do this to her. Especially now
that she was a Junior Partner, her time was valuable. This delay was costing
her close to $1,500.

Kathy had been in a foul mood today, anyway. That asshole, Paul Graves, had
been skulking around her office trying to get her to go out with him again.
What a skumbag! He knew that she knew he was married and he didn't make any
secret about his lewd intentions. Did he think that just because he was a
Senior Partner, the newest Junior Partner would sleep with him in gratitude?

She certainly didn't need a pushy bastard like Paul Graves in her life. Kathy
already had a perfectly satisfactory boyfriend who was properly infatuated with
the sexy young lawyer. She had only to wait another six months until his
inheritance vested fully to let him make her Mrs. Trent Atturbury. She would
take his name and take his money and in return he would get ... to be seen in
public with her.

Trent's family didn't like Kathy. Daddy thought she was a high-class bitch and
a golddigger. That was because Bob Atturbury knew a lot more about women and
about life than the somewhat othoerworldly Trent ever would. One of the few
mistakes Kathy had ever made with a man was to think she could sweeten up old
Bob by seducing him. Oh, getting him into her bed was no trouble; he was a
horny old goat. Fucked damned good, too. Better than Trent, but then, who
didn't? The next morning, however, Bob just laughed at her and said he had only
wanted to see just how big a slut she was. Fortunately, although Trent didn't
have half his Daddy's brains, he would soon have half of Daddy's money.

***

The receptionist behind the counter wasn't helping Kathy's mood, either.
"Suzie" was yacking away on the telephone. Kathy cringed at her own politically
incorrect characterization of the young woman who was, no doubt, a victim of an
oppressive patriarchal society, but dammit, she was an obvious bimbo. To make
matters worse she was painting her nails a garish red while she talked to a
girlfriend about the way some `total hunk' could `turn her inside out' in bed.
Where was Ruth, Janet's regular receptionist, Kathy wondered?

Truth be told, the premises also had Kathy's nose out of joint. Dr. Janet
McGuire's former office had been a suite in a downtown office block near Kathy's
own. When Kathy had made this appointment for her annual check-up, she had been
surprised to learn that Janet's office had moved. Whatever possessed Janet to
bring her downtown obstetrics and gynecology practice -- so convenient for
career women like herself -- to this large old house on the outskirts of town?
The grounds were indeed spacious and the setting was beautiful in a bucolic sort
of way, but so out of character for Janet. Kathy had chosen Janet as her OBGYN
in part because they were similar types: ambitious, single, hard-working,
hard-playing, city girls.

If the house and grounds were puzzling, the new decor was ghastly. Kathy had
appreciated the understated former waiting room, done in dark woods and green
leather. It had looked like the public area of any other professional firm.
The present surroundings screamed out a change. The room was furnished with low
couches in the most cloying `feminine' pastel upholstery. The pattern of the
wall covering looked like a cheep valentine. Flowers, voluptuous nymphs, cupids
shooting arrows! Gad! The classical music Janet had previously favored had
been replaced by `romantic' soft rock. Kathy had made the receptionist turn off
the TV tuned to Oprah re-runs.

The reading material only rubbed in the office's disconcerting transformation.
Gone were the almost up-to-date issues of "The New Yorker," "New Republic,"
"Progressive," and "New York Review of Books." In their place were copies of
magazines Kathy had never seen before with names like "Maternity Today,"
"Babies!," "Body and Child." The worst was one was "Total Woman." Kathy leafed
through it in disgusted fascination. She couldn't believe Janet knew what was
out here in her waiting room. This publication was an insult to any modern
woman. It was filled with "advice" on how to look, dress, talk, and act to
please men. "Men Like Minis," "The Lost Art of Being Seduced," "Let Him Give
You Super Orgasms." "Is Breast Enlargement for You?" (If you were less than a
40DD, the unsurprising answer was "yes.") Revolting!

The articles that didn't deal with having sex were about having babies.
"Persuading Him to Give You Another Baby," "Twins are Twice the Fun," "Herbs
To Increase Your Fertility." "Secon Time Around" suggested that one the
youngest child was in college it was fun to have a couple more, "just for fun!"
"The Talk" advised explaining your surprise pregnancy to your teenage daughter
by telling her that, "Daddy decided he wanted Mommy to have more babies and
Mommy loves Daddy so much she wants him to give her one." And not to worry
because "Daddy makes enough money so Mommy doesn't have to work and can stay
home to take care of you and the new babies." Outrageous! Judging by the
reading material, the OB part of the practice seemed to have swallowed up the
GYN.

"The doctor is almost ready to see you," Suzie announced. "Let me just take
some information. Give me a second to get over there; I'm not moving too fast
these days," she grinned.

When the receptionist stood up, Kathy gasped and saw what she meant. Suzie
wasn't just pregnant, she was huge.

Suzie smiled again when she noticed Kathy was staring as the receptionist
waddled up to her with the clipboard. "Twins," she said pointing with pride to
her bloated abdomen.

Suzie asked a lot of the usual questions. She seemed really to perk up when she
heard that Kathy was in the middle of her menstrual cycle. Some of the
questions on the other hand, seemed unnecessarily personal and rather crudely
phrased. Did Kathy have a regular boyfriend. How frequently she "get laid?"
How many times a night could he "screw" her? Did she have multiple orgasms each
time her "did her?" How did she manager when she didn't have a man to "get her
off?"

Even aside from the vulgar language, Kathy was put off by the whole
interrogation. Everything the nurse asked seemed to be either prying or
information that the regular receptionist would not have had to ask. "Where is
Ruth, today?" Kathy inquired letting more annoyance into her voice than she
intended.

"Oh, she leaves early every afternoon so she can nurse her new baby boy."

Kathy was dumbfounded. Ruth? Ruth Pritchet with a baby? Kathy knew that
several years ago Ruth's abusive husband had run off with a younger woman he had
made pregnant, leaving Ruth struggling to bring up two teenage daughters. The
experience had left Ruth with a rather sour (realistic, in Kathy's opinion) view
of men. Ruth had never so much as mentioned dating. How, in less than a year
since Kathy's last appointment, had Ruth met (and married?) a man and given him
a baby? It made no sense. The beatific smile of the receptionist compounded
Kathy's dismay. Didn't the little ditz realize the loss of independence that
having baby presented to a 45 year old woman like Ruth with almost grown
children? No, Kathy thought, `she' wouldn't! That's why she'd let some guy
make her pregnant.

"Kathy, `darling.'"

Kathy was still trying to digest the news about Ruth as her head snapped around
to see her friend, Emma Parks. Kathy was in for her second shock. Emma was
just coming out of the doctor's inner office, beaming. Well, `glowing' was the
cliche‚ word. Kathy hardly believed her eyes. Emma's tummy poked out under an
almost indecently short maternity dress. She looked about seven months gone.

"Emma!... You're..." Kathy stumbled over her words, overcome by surprise.

"Pregnant!" her friend confirmed with a big silly grin.

"Uh, congratulations," Kathy offered somewhat insincerely. Emma was a woman
about Kathy's own age whom she had known since before her friend had met and
married Frank last year. Kathy was leery of commitments herself, but had to
admit that Frank, a gentle, funny suitor, seemed OK for Emma. The rising
marketing executive had told her, however, that after the wedding Frank had
turned out to be "kind of a Neanderthal." "He would be happy to keep me home,
barefoot and pregnant if I didn't hold him off," she laughed. Emma didn't plan
on giving Frank any children for some time, however, until her career was better
established. She was fighting her way up the ladder of a somewhat old-fashioned
firm and she didn't want to "give the old bastards any excuses" not to recognize
her ability.

"Yes, isn't it `wonderful'?" her friend gushed.

"It's kind of a surprise." Kathy replied. "I thought you ..."

"Well, yes," Emma let out an embarrassed giggle. "I guess it was sort of an
accident. [silly grimace] Dr. Bock told me to go off the pill for a while and
I guess Frank isn't very good at using condoms. [giggle] And with the
testosterone pills the doctor gave me, well, I was just wanted Frank to `do it'
to me all the time. I guess I let him `do me' once too often." she shrugged,
obviously not unhappy with the outcome.

Why would a doctor recommend that Emma stop taking contraceptives? And
testosterone, wasn't that the stuff that made women...? Stifling these
questions Kathy settled for, "Dr. Bock? Who's that? Janet has a solo practice
here, doesn't she?"

"Not any more she doesn't," Emma replied with a mischievous sing-song. "Dr.
Bock is Janet's new `partner.' And I don't blame her. He is a `hunk.'"

Kathy was getting really annoyed by Emma's attitude. It reminded her too much
of those damned magazines. Why did she have to be so "giggly" and "girlish?"

"Why would you be seeing Janet's new partner instead of her, anyway?"

"Oh, Dr. Bock has been taking all Janet's cases for about six months now "

"Why? What's wrong with Janet?"

"Absolutely nothing, darling. She's happy as a kitten lapping cream. It's just
that James thought she should stay home and take care of herself until the baby
arrived. And now that she's nursing .... That's what I'm going to do, too."

"Baby!" Kathy exploded. What the hell was going on here? Was every female
associated with this infernal clinic having a baby? Kathy tried to regain her
composure. "I didn't even know Janet had a ... boyfriend. Who is the James
she's married?"

"Well, they aren't exactly `married,'" Emma confessed, conspiratorially. "James
is just living with her. And I already told you who he is -- Dr. Bock, James
Bock."

"When and how did all this happen?" Kathy asked in disbelief.

"I don't know the whole story," Emma began, lowering her voice. "James was just
out of medical school and came her for an interview. Janet seems to have kind
of fallen for him in a big way. She let him invite her out for dinner the first
day they met. I hear she took him back to her apartment that night and I'll bet
it wasn't to pore over Gray's Anatomy," Emma giggled.

"They started dating and before anybody knew it, James was living with Janet and
working here at the clinic. A few weeks later, she missed her period. That
made Dr. Bock her partner in more ways than one. -- Well, I `told' you he is a
hunk. -- After a couple of months they decided to move their office to this
place. Don't you just `love' it?"

This tale answered some of Kathy's questions, but raised a lot of new ones. She
couldn't understand the Janet McGuire she knew, not only taking up with a man
ten year younger than she, but immediately letting him knock her up (even if he
is a `hunk' as Emma so irritatingly asserted). Nor could she see Janet pulling
out of her medical practice for an extended period to care for herself and a
baby because "James though she should."

"When is Janet coming back?" Kathy inquired.

"OH, I don't know. Maybe not for a while. I hear James has her pregnant
again."

"Well, got to run," Emma gushed as she flounced off. "Frank likes me to have
his dinner ready for him when he gets home. That way we can spend more time in
bed with his you know what in my you know where." Kathy was still gaping at
this explanation when the door of the inner office opened.

"Kathy, the doctor will see you now."

Kathy was surprised to see a tall, stunning black woman who introduced herself
as Amaka. She wore a parody of a nurse's uniform. It was short, barely
covering her crotch and cut low in from to reveal large breasts. She had large
dangling earrings and a flashy pendant lay on her bosom. "Please accept our
apologies for the delay, Kathy. I'm sure you understand, Dr. Bock has such a
heavy work load."

Why did everybody have to be on a first name basis. She resented being called
"Kathy" by someone she didn't know. Its was condescending. "So I see," Kathy
replied a bit sarcastically. "But I hope you realize ...".

"Now, now, Kathy. Don't be upset. Dr. Bock will not want to see you like that.
Just slow down. Take a few deep breaths. We've done everything we can here to
create a calm, peaceful atmosphere. We've taken you far form the hustle and
bustle of the city. This should be a soothing, comforting place where you can
leave your tensions and concerns behind you. Please, forget your worries. Just
ease up a little and relax... relax."

Kathy was astounded. Why was this striking woman with those beautiful chocolate
breasts speaking to her as if she was a child, going on and on about being
relaxed and calm? Amazingly, though, it was working; she `was' starting to
unwind as the sexy woman continued to speak. Amaka had such a soft yet
commanding voice and Kathy couldn't take her eyes off of those luscious breasts
and the pendant that was flashing... flashing in her eyes. In fact, it was
getting hard to remember just why she had ever been upset in the first place.
Kathy wasn't really paying attention to what Amaka was saying anymore. She
leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

"Good girl, Kathy. You are totally relaxed, totally at peace. Now we are going
to get you ready for the doctor to see you. Here, let me help you off with your
clothes."

Kathy opened her eyes dreamily at the woman who was reaching down to unbutton
her blouse. Instinctively, she raised her hands but Amaka shushed her. "That's
alright, baby. You're a little out of it. I'll do everything for you."

It felt strange, but nice to let this sexy woman undress her like a little girl
being put to bed for the night by her nanny. Soon her blouse had been laid
aside and her brassiere was unclasped and placed beside her blouse. "You have
lovely breasts," Amaka whispered as she fondled them. Kathy was glad this hot
young woman liked her breasts, but she didn't say anything.

Kathy hardly knew when she stood up at Amaka's gentle touch to allow her skirt
to be deftly removed, but she felt a little thrill when Amaka's soft hands
slipped under the waistband of her panties and slithered the silky garment down
to her ankles. The dazed young lawyer was completely nude except for her heels
when she let the pretty black woman lead her to an examination table and lay her
down.

"Now just relax, Kathy. I am going to examine these very pretty titties," Amaka
explained. Slowly, with almost feathery touches, she began to brush and stroke
Kathy's breasts which immediately hardened. Seeing the effect this had on the
semi-conscious young woman, Amaka began a more decided massaging and gentle
pinching of the protruding nipples.

Kathy moaned with pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it baby? I knew titties this
big had to be super sensitive. You like having your titties felt up, don't
you?" Kathy's whimpers were her only reply. "The file says you have regular
boyfriend but you haven't let him fuck you in over a week. So these beauties
haven't been getting the loving they deserve, have they"

"Oh, no!" Kathy whimpered.

"You know a girl like you shouldn't go so long without sex. You ought to have a
man in you every night. You must be really horny. I'll bet you're getting wet
down here, aren't you girl?" Amaka asked as she pushed Kathy's legs apart ad
slipped a long smooth finger into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathy sighed.

"Are you ever a juicy one! Your boyfriend must like you. No trouble getting
the biggest cock in a pussy this wet," Amaka commented as she slipped another
and then a third fingers deep into Kathy's well-lubricated vagina.

"Poor horny baby, I'll bet you really need to come, don't you?" Kathy's moan
might have been an attempt at protest, but Amaka took it as an affirmative.
"That's it. Just close your eyes and let Amaka get you off, honey," the black
woman cooed and pushed Kathy's legs farther apart while beginning to work on
Kathy's pussy with more determination.

"No, Ohhhh. Don't Ohhhh!"

"Don't worry, honey, it's natural to get turned on during these examinations.
You are just a healthy, sexy girl who hasn't had a good come in way too long.
Now you relax and let me do you. It's so easy to come on my fingers... Let
your self go, baby. You want to come so bad... I can make you feel so good,
honey... Relax... Don't fight me, baby... Let me give you want... what you
need...That's it, hump my hand, baby... It feel so good... You're getting
there. So...close... NOW!"

Amaka gave one final flick to Kathy's clitoris and the helpless young lawyer
surrendered herself to an enormous orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Kathy
sobbed her release and gasped "Yes, Oh yes... Oh yes.. Oh yes."

"Good girl, Kathy...You had a good come... Now you can realty relax... Float
down gently,... floating,... So relaxed... so satisfied... That's it,
breathe deeply now... You came really hard, baby. You re exhausted... You
need to rest now. Close your eyes. A good cum always makes a girl sleepy ...
sooo sleepy, baby. Just rest. You need a little nap," the smiling nurse said,
her voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "You can't stay awake, Kathy. .
. You're going to sleep,... sleep,... s l e e p..."

After observing the young woman on the table for a few seconds to be sure she
was really out, Amaka reached over and hit the intercom button. "I've got her
under, James. Everything worked as you said."

"Give her about ten minutes of the audio, darling. I'll be right in," the voice
replied, sounding slightly winded. Amaka made a face imagining why attending to
the plump Mrs. Rutherford might have James slightly out of breath. Then she
smiled as she slipped the earphones onto the lolling head of the sleeping young
woman. Only minutes ago Kathy had been so full of hard, aggressive energy. Now
she was the image of docile femininity

Almost fifteen minutes went by before Dr. James Bock joined Amaka at the side of
the beautiful nude woman deeply asleep on the examining table. He kissed Amaka
on the cheek. "Good job darling."

The sexy black woman turned her body into his, attempting to make the kiss into
something more. "If it's such a good job, why no reward, stud?" she asked,
disappointed.

"Business before pleasure, pet," he grinned and pushed her away playfully.

"Hello, Kathy. I'm Dr. Bock. You can look at me." Kathy's eyes opened, but
did not seem to take much in at first. Then she focused on the source of that
marvelous voice. Smiling down at her was the yummiest man she had ever seen.
`Hunk' was exactly the right word for him

"I've completed your examination, Kathy, and you are in very good shape. There
are just a few things I want you to do for me. Will you do what I tell you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Good girl, now listen carefully...."

It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the instructions and for her to
acknowledge each one. "Good. Be sure to take your pills and listen to the
tapes every day, so you won't continue to suffer the kind of sexual inhibitions
that have been troubling you." Kathy was still lying down, but managed to nod
her agreement although she felt a little confused, not having been aware of
being troubled by any sexual inhibitions until now.

"Amaka tells me you became extremely aroused during the breast examination. Is
that right?" Again Kathy nodded. "Nothing to worry about. It's typical of a
highly sexed young woman like you who has not been having sufficiently frequent
sexual intercourse. In fact, I believe you are still aroused even though Amaka
helped you reach climax already," the Dr. remarked as he slid a finger into
Kathy's pussy. Although Kathy had no memory of even having on the earphones,
she had become wet again, as the tape had taught her she needed frequent sex and
made a number of suggestions on behavior modifications to help her achieve this
goal.

"Is it true that you that you have not had intercourse in over a week?" the
doctor asked.

Kathy nodded again, although it was hard to concentration anything except the
doctor's hand in her pussy. "That's way too long, Kathy. A highly sexed girl
like you should never go a full day without getting fucked, isn't that right?"

"Oh, yes," Kathy agreed.

"And what happens when you don't get fucked for several hours?

"I get really horny," Kathy said as if reciting a lesson.

"And are you horny right now?" the doctor asked.

"Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned as the doctor continued to massage her twat.

"You need to come, don't you, Kathy?"

"Yes, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed as the smiling doctor brought her to a
thunderous climax without stopping his manipulation of her sex.

"That was a good one, Kathy. You are a very responsive young woman. You have a
great capacity for pleasure. You're going to come again, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," Kathy responded barely able to think so intense was the pleasure
flowing from between her legs.

"You are a messy girl when you come, Kathy. Don't you think we should stuff
something up your cunt to keep you from leaking juice on the table the next time
you come?"

"Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think

"What should it be, Kathy, a big cock?"

"Oh, yes," she moaned.

"Well, I see no reason to postpone the beginning of your therapy. Would you
like me to fuck you, Kathy?"

"Oh, please Doctor, yes. I need it so bad."

*****

Dr. James Bock took the call on his cell phone but quickly walked into his
office. "Yes Paul. ... Yes. I just finished with her. ... Yeah, she's sort
of out of it right now; she came three or four times before I gave it to her.
... Don't be that way! I told you from the beginning that was part of the
deal. You have her from now on except for the checkups. Don't be greedy ...
It's always hard to say about those things, but she appears to have ovulated a
few day ago. I'd say you have about a better than 50-50 chance this time. I
just got in one shot. You'll be able to keep her filled all night long ...
Yeah, I'd give her another half hour here, to recover, an hour to get home,
another hour for the first pill to take effect. If you call her about 7:30, she
should be hot enough to fuck a fence post ... No, I am not implying anything
about your way with the ladies ... Just call her, Paul. You won't be
disappointed ... Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his check."

*****

Three weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming reception area. She had
been waiting for the results of the test for forty five minutes, but she was not
mad. In fact she was quite entertained. She nodded as Oprah was interviewing
career women who had given up their jobs to start having babies. Kathy leafed
through the pages of "Total Woman" idly, reflecting on the dizzying sequence of
events that started with that unexpected call from Paul Graves just after her
last visit here.

Kathy had accepted his invitation to dinner on an impulse, mainly because she
had the urge for some male company that night. Well, that's what she got! Ten
minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up his hand was down the front of her
blouse and she was gasping with pleasure as he felt up her titties. Before she
knew it, his hands were in her pants, too, making her come like there was no
tomorrow. A heartbeat later Kathy was on her back with her heels in the air and
Paul Graves was fucking her brains out. She didn't get to eat a thing, but Paul
did. Most nights since she had spent with her legs wide apart and Paul's big
cock pounding her pussy to delirium.

Paul, in addition to keeping her fucked stupid, turned out to be a great guy.
For example, the way he came to her defense after she screwed up the Ferguson
case the very first Monday after they started dating. In a way, it was the
least he could do; it was Paul's fault she arrived in court an hour late, having
had almost no sleep the whole weekend. She giggled, remembering she had been
dressed and almost out the door when Paul pulled her into a clinch that got her
so hot she just had to let him give her one more quick fuck before she left.

It had been Paul's idea, too, to let her work on cases defending guys being
dunned for alimony and child support by vengeful ex-wives and spiteful
girlfriends. Those were cases where a foxy young woman like herself could blow
into a courtroom in her tight mini and six inch pumps and really make an
impression. All that hard stuff about mergers and acquisitions, taxes, and
sexual harassment was just bo-ring.

Suzie observed Kathy with a smile. She remembered the young lawyer's previous
visit and noted the positive changes. She never ceased to admire the
improvement in attitude and attire of the young women who came through Dr.
Bock's clinic. Like the others, Kathy had come the first time in one of those
the prim, almost prissy business suits with a knee-length skirt. Her makeup was
subtle, her shoes "sensible." Her whole demeanor had said, "Yes, I'm a woman,
but not THAT kind of woman." Her head had been stuffed full of business, her
career, plans for the future -- everything except what soon would be stuffed
between her legs.

Now Suzie could see the difference. In place of the suit jacket was a frilly
blouse that showcased plenty of Kathy's ample breasts. The fidgety woman could
do little and did less to prevent her red mini-skirt from riding an obscene
distance up her thigh. Suzie couldn't see, but she would wager Kathy wasn't
wearing panties. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Plain as day there was a
new man in Kathy's life, a man who was giving Kathy the sex she needed and in
return expected her to dress to please him. There was little doubt where
Kathy's priorities lay now.

"Dealing With the Wife," Kathy read. This magazine had the most useful
articles! Yes, Betty Graves was going to be a problem when Paul finally told
her. She was probably a very nice person and was a good mother to Paul's five
children, but she was just not woman enough for Paul, Kathy reflected. Betty
had put on a few pounds over the years, although from her pictures she still
seemed quite attractive for a woman in her 40's. But especially now that she
was pregnant again, Betty just didn't have the energy to keep up with a man of
Paul's stamina. Paul had told Kathy that even before he got Betty pregnant
again, she would only make love two or three times a week and never more than
once a night. Silly woman! This had to have been torture for Paul who could
give a woman so much. Kathy smiled and felt a slight wetness between her legs
as she remembered how much Paul had given her bent over his desk at the
"noontimer" in his office just a few hours ago.

"Come on in, Kathy," said the smiling Amaka, ushering her into the now familiar
office. "Let me get a look at you, girl. Uu...Ie! You are fine! What's up?
Got a new boyfriend?"

"Well, yes," Kathy giggled. "How did you guess."

"Because you are looking too GOOD, girl. Turn that little butt around and let
me get a good eyeful." Kathy happily complied with a little pirouette "Oh,
yeah! You are HOT!" Amaka exclaimed, patting her on the ass. "Older guy?"

"Right again! How did you know?"

"The clothes. Only kids will put up with business frump. Older guys demand the
hot look -- the spike heals, the mini, the large earrings. I'll bet you've got
him giving it to you good!"

"Can't complain." Kathy agreed, smugly.

"Just between us girls, how often? Every night?" Amaka winked.

"More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile.

"Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening.

"More!"

"Three times? Get outta here!" Amaka exploded incredulously.

"On `slow' days," Kathy announced triumphantly.

"Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe. "Fuck him good, but if you
really want your hooks in him, give him what men reqlly want: let him get you
pregnant. Take it from me!"

"You mean...?" Kathy looked again at the black woman and noticed a definite
bulge in that formerly hard flat tummy.

"Whose is it?" she inquired.

"Let's just say, it's someone you know," Amaka replied mysteriously. "Oh well,
down to business. Let's get you relaxed."

"Why this time. I'm not nervous now."

"Doctor's orders," said Amaka at once serious.

"I really don't think ."

"Now just look at this," Amaka said, holding up the pendant Kathy remembered
from before. Suddenly Kathy felt strange, disoriented. Meekly, she gazed at
the beautiful, flashing stone as Amaka watched her eyes quickly glaze over.

"Good girl, Kathy. Now let's get you ready for the doctor." Without asking,
Amaka began to unbutton Kathy's blouse and quickly removed her bra. "Such
beautiful tits," she whispered as she softly stroked one and then the other.

*****

Fifteen minutes later Kathy was coming down from an incredible roller-coaster
orgasm and starting to climb again when she felt Amaka suddenly pull her mouth
away from her overflowing pussy.

"How is she, darling?" Kathy heard a male voice ask.

"Almost under. I prepped her."

"So I see," he grinned. "Kathy?"

"Huh?" Kathy managed to respond. She recognized Dr. Bock's voice. God! That
last come had knocked her for a loop.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Uhh Huhh," she nodded.

"Good. Now you must relax and listen very carefully. Remember I am your doctor
and I have some very good news for you. It is very important that you follow
all my orders. You'll do that, right?"

"Yes,... Follow all orders"

Now answer truthfully. Have you been listening to the tapes I gave you and
taking the pills every day?"

"Yes, doctor, every day."

"Good. And do you have a new boyfriend?"

"Uhh huh,"

"And he's been fucking you, right?"

"Oh, yeah!," Kathy sighed with more enthusiasm.

"Good girl. As I told you, the pills help you stay nice and horny so you would
enjoy sex more. Have you been enjoying getting laid by your new boyfriend?"

"Oh, yes.!"

"And you orgasm hard every time you let him come in you every time?"

"Yeah! He's been great."

"I'm sure he has been. And have you been taking any contraceptives?"

Contraceptives? Kathy couldn't remember the last time she had taken her
contraceptives. "No. I haven't been taking my birth control pills," she
admitted.

"Nothing to worry about. What about your diaphragm?"

No, I don't use it anymore." Kathy had a vague idea she had thrown it away.
This troubled her somewhat, although she didn't quite know why.

"I didn't think so. And you haven't been making your new boyfriend use a condom
when he fucks you either, right?"

"Uh, no, he doesn't like them."

"I'm not surprised. Few men do -- women either for that matter. Now Kathy, I
want you to relax and try to remember something that may have slipped your mind
since you were here last. Do you know what happens to healthy girls who get
fucked regularly without any protection?"

Panic suddenly struck Kathy. The doctor felt her stiffen. "It's alright Kathy,
relax, don't worry about anything."

Dr. Bock's command immediately calmed her and she was able to answer. "They get
preg ... Do you mean I am ...?"

"That's right, Kathy. You're going to have a baby!"

"But... but...?"

"It's OK, Kathy. Nothing wrong with being single and pregnant. Many young
women your age are deciding it's time to start having babies. You must just
remember that it was your choice. You decided not to use your contraceptives
when you had sex and you never asked your boyfriend to use protection. He's a
married man, right?"

"Yes," Kathy admitted.

"That could be a problem. It might even appear that you were trying to get
pregnant so he would leave his wife and marry you. You're not a homewreaker,
are you Kathy?"

"No, no. I didn't think that!"

"I believe you, Kathy. But when you tell him you are going to have his baby, he
may think that you were trying to trap him. He may be upset. You have to make
sure he knows `you' decided to have this baby."

"How?"

"Tell him it wasn't his fault and that you're not interested in marriage. You
realize he would never leave his wife for you. Apologize for `using' him to get
you pregnant. Assure him that you will never ask him for money or even ask him
to acknowledge paternity. If he wants you to sign something, do so."

"OK," Kathy acknowledged.

"Of course, keep screwing him if he wants, but you'll understand if he goes back
to his wife. After this baby is born, he may not be around. You'll need to
find someone else to make you pregnant next time. You'd like to have many
children, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, doctor."

"That's right, Kathy. In fact, you love being pregnant. As your belly gets
bigger and bigger those marvelous breast of yours fill out even more, you are
gong to be hornier than ever. You may need more that just one man to keep you
satisfied. Bob Atturbury is really sexy, isn't he?"

"Yes doctor."

*****

Ellen Parker was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this gynecologist's
office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for her 4:30 appointment. Now she
wouldn't be able to get back to the investment bank to finish her presentation
on the MCI-WorldCom bankruptcy due for next week's board meeting. She couldn't
believe that a doctor recommended by her friend Kathy Black could do this to
her. Especially now that she had made Junior Partner, her time was valuable.
This delay was costing her close to $1500. And the decor! And the music! And
these disgusting magazines! What kind of a place was this, anyway?

"Ellen, `darling.'"

Ellen looked up in shock at her friend. Kathy had the rounded belly of a woman
about six months pregnant and ellen was sure Kathy was not married. Ellen was
still stunned a few minutes later when Kathy broke off the conversation saying
she had to hurry home to get dinner ready because `Paul' was coming over. Would
that be Paul Graves, the notorious womanizer from her office that Kathy had
often ranted about? No, couldn't be.

"Ellen, the doctor will see you now," announced a tall black woman with a very
large belly.

*****

Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in this damn Welfare office
for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting for the 4:30 appointment with her case worker.
Juggling as many things as she had to, her time was valuable. Fortunately, Niki
her friend from the housing project would pick up Pauline and Carlitos from day
care, but Malcolm had said he might come around tonight. He didn't like it when
she didn't have his supper ready. She still had to go to the store to buy some
turnip greens, in case.

Chen and Chan were squirming beside her as only four year old twins can. Kathy
had separated them but they continued to tease each other, their slanty almond
eyes alive with boyish mischief.

Malcolm Jr. started to fuss so she hefted him onto her broad lap and offered him
one of her milk-filled breasts. At eighteen months, he was getting almost too
big to nurse, but he seemed to enjoy sucking on her nipples. `Just like his
Daddy,' Kathy thought. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as the infant's
thick chocolate lips fastened onto her engorged nipple. "`Exactly' like his
Daddy," she groaned.

Having her tits suckled always got Kathy hot. She struggled against the urge to
reach down and finger herself to the orgasm she needed pretty bad. The last
time she did that here, the social worker had caught her and screamed at her
that she was just an oversexed slut. Funny, that was exactly what Malcolm said
about her. It was what kept him coming back to her, Kathy knew, even though he
had plenty of younger girlfriends and several white housewives. God! She hoped
Malcolm did come tonight. Kathy hadn't had his black python in her for almost a
week and she was getting so horny she was going out of her mind.

Greedy Malcolm Jr. had nearly drained one of Kathy's large breasts so she
shifted him to the other, resting him on her protruding belly where his next
little brother or sister was growing rapidly.