The Two Day Erection by Lubrican

   Dr.  Angela Webber picked up the next folder and glanced through it. 
Like all the others, there was very little information in it.  She sighed.
She was the very junior member of a small practice in Charleston.  As such,
she often got the short end of the stick.  As, for instance, when she was
assigned to go to the podunk little town of Turkey Hollow South Carolina,
to cover for the regular town doctor, who was undergoing gallbladder
surgery.  Apparently there was a business partnership involved.  It wasn't
that she objected to the patients she saw.  Medicine was her passion.  But
Angela thought of herself as young, vibrant and active and ...  well ... 
there was nothing to do in Turkey Hollow when she got off work.  The
streets were rolled up at dark.

   She'd been in Turkey Hollow for three days, and about the only thing she
could show for it was that she had a new drinking buddy in the person of
Holly, the nurse, receptionist, bookkeeper, and any other title that was
needed at a given moment.  Holly had a great attitude, but because she was
stretched so thin, she didn't do the greatest medical histories on
patients. She said Doctor Kimble had delivered most of his patients, and
knew everything there was to know about them before they ever showed up at
his clinic.

   This was why the patient folder she was glancing through was so spare.
In the space reserved to note the current complaint, there were two simple
words: Personal problem.
She went into the little exam room, closed the door, and surveyed the
man sitting on the exam table.  He appeared to be in his late teens, with
average looks.  He was sitting somewhat hunched over, with both hands in

his lap.

   "Hi.  I'm Doctor Webber.  What seems to be the problem today, Mr. 
Fisher?"

   He flushed, and looked sideways.  "Um ...  I thought doctor Kimble was
who I'd see," he said.

   "Doctor Kimble is out sick today," said Angela.  "Even doctors get a bug
now and then.  How can I help you?"

   The young man swallowed.  "It's an ...  um ...  personal problem."

   Angela wanted to sigh, but maintained control.  Whether it was her
gender, or the fact that she was only twenty-five, people seemed to
question her credentials.

   "I'm a doctor, Mr.  Fisher.  I've seen it all."

   "Yeah, but you're an ...  um ...  lady doctor," he said glumly.

   "Thank you for noticing," said Angela dryly.  "Now, what's the problem?"

   He seemed to screw up his courage, looked up, instead of at her, and
then spoke.

   "You know in those TV commercials ...  about Viagra and such ...  when
they say if you have an erection for longer than four hours ...  you should
see a doctor?"

   Angela looked down at the hands still covering the front of his pants.

   "You took Viagra?"

   "No," he said.  "It just won't go down."

   "You've had an erection for over four hours?" she asked.

   "It's been hard for almost two days," he said miserably.

   "Oh my.  You must be in serious pain," said the doctor.

   "No, it don't hurt.  It just won't go down.  Not even after I ..." He
stopped and blushed.

   "You masturbated?" asked Angela.

   He looked horrified.  "Heck no!" he yelped.  "Mama said that makes hair
grow on your palms."

   Angela barely kept her eyes from rolling.  Instead she tried to gather
more information.

   "You said you did something ...  to try to make it go down?"

   "Are you sure I can't talk to Doc Kimble?" the young man asked
miserably. "I know it's all right to talk about this to him."

   "I'm sure.  Anything you can talk about with Doctor Kimble, you can talk
about with me.  Now, if you didn't masturbate ...  what did you do?"

   He looked down.  "Well ...  I had sex, of course."

   "Oh," said Angela.  She felt a little disappointment for some reason.

   "And did you ejaculate?"

   "Ejac-u-what?" asked the young man.

   It was more than Angela could take.  She momentarily lost control.

   "Have an orgasm?  Cum?  Shoot?  Spurt your man milk?"

   He looked startled and blinked several times.  "Yeah.  I did that ...
lots of times."

   Angela wanted to scream, but took a deep breath instead.  She watched
the boy - she had decided he was a boy, instead of a young man - stare at
her breasts as she held the breath and counted.  She let the air out and
tried again.

   "Tell me exactly what happened when you got the erection, and what you
did to try to make it go down."

   "Oh.  Okay," he said.  "Well I was just taking a bath.  And Sue Ellen
came in and got in the tub with me."

   "Sue Ellen," said Angela.

   "She's my sister," said the boy.

   "Your sister came to take a bath with you," said Angela, deadpan.

   "We have to heat water for baths on the stove, so we share," said the
boy, as if that made all the sense in the world.

   "You take baths with your sister," said Angela, her voice flat.  She'd
heard of this kind of thing, but hadn't really believed it still happened
in this day and age.

   "I take baths with all my sisters," said the boy.

   "How many sisters do you have?" asked Angela, and then wondered why
she'd asked.

   "Three," said the boy.  "There's Sue Ellen, who I done mentioned.  And
then Rose and Tiffany.  Tiffany's the youngest."

   "How old is Tiffany?" asked Angela, again wondering why she'd asked.

   "Um ...  she's fourteen, I reckon."

   "So let me get this straight," said Angela.  "You're what ... 
eighteen?"

   "Nineteen."

   "Okay, you're nineteen and you take baths with your fourteen year old
sister, and two sisters older than that."

   He looked confused, frowning.  "Well Sue Ellen's sixteen and Rose is
fifteen ...  so yeah, they're older than Tiffy."

   "Did you graduate from high school, Mr.  Fisher?"

   "It's Dub, ma'am," he said shyly.  "Makes me feel all silly for you to
call me Mr.  Fisher." He sobered.  Pappy got all broke up in a mine
accident, an I had to quit school to support my family.  I'm workin' on my
GED, though."

   Angela was fascinated, despite herself.

   "All right ...  Dub.  So Sue Ellen came in and got in the bathtub with
you ...  naked, I suppose?"

   "Uh yup, as the day she was born."

   "And that gave you an erection."

   "It always does," he admitted.

   "So that's when you go see your girlfriend?"

   He looked confused.  "I don't have no girlfriend.  Heck, I ain't got
time to mess around with no girls."

   "I thought you said you had sex ...  to get rid of your erection."
Angela paled as she thought of some of the stories she'd heard about farm
boys ...  and sheep.

   "Oh, that," he said.  "That's usually with Matty."

   "Do I want to know who Matty is?" asked Angela.

   Dub blinked.  "Well I don't know.  Do you?"

   "Please tell me she's not covered with fur," moaned Angela.

   The boy laughed.  "Naw, she shaves her legs and under her arms like city
girls.  But she does have some fur down there ..." Dub blushed again.  "Um
...  around her girly part."

   Angela felt like she had been dropped into some bizarre dream.  Still,
it was the most interesting thing that had happened to her in a long time,
so she went with it.

   "Okay, so who is Matty?"

   "She's my cousin ...  Aunt Cherry's daughter."

   "Fascinating," sighed Angela.  "Tell me more."

   "About Matty?"

   "Did you have sex with Matty?"

   "Yes Ma'am," said Dub.  "But that didn't work."

   "I see," said Angela.

   Dub looked pleased.  "So then I had sex with Aunt Cherry, and that
didn't work, so Mama gave it a try.  He frowned.  "It was still hard when
she got off and I think that's when they got worried.  They broke the rule
then."

   Angela was trying to adjust to the fact that this boy had had sex with
his cousin, aunt and mother, apparently all in a row.  As a result she
simply said "What rule?"

   "I wasn't supposed to break Sue Ellen in until she got to be seventeen,
but because it wouldn't go down, and she wanted a shot at it, Mama let her
try too.

   Angela felt a little weak.  "So you had sex with Matty - and then with
three more women?"

   "Four, actually," said Dub.  "Rose too.  She said the rule was broke,
and they couldn't take that back.  So they let me break her in too.  Mama
put her foot down with Tiffany, though."

   He looked around, as if he expected to see someone listening in.  "Doc
Kimble said that what we talk about in here is real private.  That's right
with you too, right?"

   "Yes," said Angela weakly.

   "So you can't tell Mama what I say in here?"

   "That's right."

   "Then I have to add Tiffany too." He frowned.  "But not the first day.
Just last night."

   Angela swallowed.  "I thought you said your mother put her foot down
about that."

   "Tell that to a horny girl in the middle of the night when all the
others are wore out and cutting logs," sighed Dub.

   Angela shook her head.  "All right.  So you had sex five times in a row
and your erection still wouldn't go down."

   "At least five," said Dub, frowning.

   "You named five women," said Angela patiently.

   "Yeah," he agreed, ticking them off on the fingers of his left hand.

   "So you had sex five times in a row that day."

   "Well, it was evening," he said helpfully.

   Angela felt her patience flying away and took a deep breath to calm
herself.

   "Have you had sex since then?" she asked.

   "Yesterday," he said.

   Angela wanted so slap him, but didn't.

   "How many times did you have sex yesterday?" she asked.

   "I don't rightly remember," he said, shaking his head.  "It kind of got
crazy when everybody woke up and they realized it was still hard.  It was
like they was havin' a contest or sumpin', cause they kept coming back all
day long, trying to be the one to get it to go down, but nothing worked.  I
think that's why Tiffy was so hot to trot last night, cause she had to
watch them all day long, and they kept squealing about how wonderful it
felt, and all that.  In the beginning they kept yelling for me not to stop,
but they left off that by evening time.  By then they just begged me to cum
and get it over with."

   "You ejaculated each time?!" gasped Angela, stunned.

   "Well of course," he said, sounding injured.  "Everybody knows you gots
to cum to make it go soft."

   "And you're not in pain," said Angela.

   "No ma'am, but all the women at home are.  They made me come here.

   Angela toyed with the idea that someone, probably Holly, was playing a
huge practical joke on her.  But the boy didn't seem to be sophisticated
enough to play this complicated a role.  And, if it was a joke, there was
one way to call their bluff.

   "All right.  Stand up and drop your pants.  Let's just take a look at
this persistent boner of yours," she said.

   Dub stood up.  The bulge in the front of his pants was instantly
displayed, and Angela decided it was, in fact, some kind of practical joke.
They'd gone a bit overboard and stuffed one too many towels in his pants.
His hands went to his belt and undid it.  They lingered at the button and
zipper, though.

   "I ain't never showed it to no strange woman," he said softly.

   "I'm a doctor," she said, smiling.  "Drop 'em, Dub."

   He shrugged, did what was necessary, and dropped his drawers.  Angela
took two steps back and gasped.

   It was no towel.

   It was pure, raw 100% beef, and it looked like something she'd expect to
see on a bull.  She leaned forward, suspicious again, and tried to see a
line around the base, where someone had glued something outrageous onto his
normal penis.

   There was no line.  She bent over and moved the throbbing mass of meat
to one side.  She could see blood pulsing through veins in the shaft.  She
felt weak.  She reached for a chair and pulled it under her buttocks just
as her knees gave way.  She realized her mouth was hanging open and closed
it.  Then she started examining the amazing thing in front of her.

   It was, she estimated, a full nine inches long in it's erect state.  He
was uncircumcised, but the stiffness of the organ prevented the foreskin
from covering the tip, which looked dry and smooth.  She glanced at the
sack of skin under the swaying behemoth.  A baseball would almost have fit
inside it.  Eyes back on the penis, she saw there was a gentle curve to it
where the shaft curved upward.  This thing was perfectly formed to find and
destroy a G-spot.  Her hand circled it, and she felt her thumb tip barely
reach the tip of her longest finger.

   The door opened and Holly's face appeared in the crack.  Angela looked
up and realized that she was holding a stiff cock in her hand, which was
pointed at her face, which was only a few inches away from the tip of the
beast.  It had to look like she was about to give Dub a blow job.

   "Mercy me," sighed Holly, grinning from ear to ear.  "And I always
thought Cherry was lying through her teeth." She stepped into the exam room
and closed the door firmly behind her.  "Is that for real?"

   "It's for real," said Angela, almost lisping.  She sat back and let go
of the phallus.

   "How'd it get that way?" asked Holly, a knowing grin on her face.

   "Sue Ellen got in the bathtub with me," said Dub helpfully.  He didn't
seem at all shy in front of Holly, but of course she was a woman from town.

   "That would do it," said Holly, laughing.  "Don't tell me it's been
stiff ever since."

   "You don't want to know what it's been doing ever since," sighed Angela.

   "That's why I'm here," said Dub, who hadn't been willing to tell the
nurse exactly what his complaint was, earlier.

   "I'm sure Angela knows what to do about it," chuckled Holly.

   "I do?" It was out of Angela's mouth before she thought about it.  She
felt her face getting hot as a blush formed.

   "Any woman knows what to do with that thing," giggled Holly.  She licked
her lips.

   "Apparently half a dozen women have tried that already," said Angela,
and she clapped one hand over her mouth.

   "Don't fret," said Holly.  "Let's just say I'm not all shocked and leave
it at that."

   "We only got the quick course on this in medical school," sighed Angela.

   "That's because you were supposed to have learned about it in sex ed
classes," laughed Holly.

   "You don't understand!" said Angela.  "This is SERIOUS.  This means
blood isn't leaving his penis.  If the blood in his penis clots, or all the
oxygen is extracted, tissue could die.  He could develop gangrene.  It
could require that his penis be amputated!"

   "I don't want my tallywhacker whacked off!" moaned Dub.  "You got to DO
somethin'!"

   "This might be a condition called priapism," said Angela.  "If it is, he
needs to see a urologist ...  an expert."

   Holly's jovial demeanor suddenly vanished, as she took on a businesslike
attitude.

   "Well, how do we find out?  It takes pert near an hour to get an
ambulance up here, and the helicopter costs more than anybody in this town
can afford.  If he needs to go to the hospital I'll take him myself, but I
want to be sure it's worth it before we do that."

   "I need to do some research," said Angela.

   "I'll stay here with him," said Holly.  "Do I need to get any samples?
Blood?  Urine?  Semen?"

   "I don't' know yet," said Angela, standing up.  "Get them all, I guess.
I know a urologist.  I can call him and see what needs to be done."

   ================================

   Angela hung up the phone, now armed with a list of questions to ask, and
symptoms to look for.  She picked up the notes she'd made and headed for
the treatment room.  As she reached for the doorknob, Dub's voice came
through the frosted glass in the door.

   "Ohhhhhh damn, Miss Holly!" she heard Dub groan.  "That shore feels
good."

   Angela turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open only a few
inches. About the time she thought she should have knocked, the thought was
blown out of her mind by the sight that entered her eyes.

   Dub was still sitting on the end of the exam table, leaning back on
strong arms.  He was breathing deeply, his head thrown back, as if he were
staring up at the ceiling.  Holly was hunched over him, her right shoulder
and upper arm moving rhythmically.

   "What in the WORLD are you doing?" blurted Angela.

   Holly's head came around.  Her face was flushed.

   "I'm getting that semen sample," she panted.

   Angela could now see Holly's hand, gripping Dub's rigid shaft firmly,
flashing up and down as she masturbated him.

   "That's not how it's supposed to be done!" complained Angela.

   "Well he wouldn't do it himself," said Holly.

   Dub spoke as solemnly as a young man can speak while a pretty woman is
jerking his prod.  "Mamma says it will ..."

   "Yes, I know," sighed Angela.  "Make hair grow on your palms."

   "Yup," said Dub.  He frowned.  "Is it going to make hair grow on Miss
Holly's palms?"

   Holly laughed.

   "No, Dub," said Angela sadly.

   "This isn't working," said Holly.  "We may have to go to plan B."

   "Plan A is completely inappropriate," said Angela.  "I don't even want
to know what plan B is."

   "What did your friend say?" asked Holly, licking her lips.  She
continued to skin her hand up and down Dub's rigid shaft.

   Angela brought up the hand with her notes in it.

   "Are you taking anti psychotics?" she asked Dub.

   "Anti whats?" he asked.

   "No," said Holly.

   Angela decided that Holly would probably know, and took her word for it.


   "Have you taken any cocaine recently?"

   "HELL no!" said Dub, looking positively offended.

   "And you're quite sure you haven't taken Viagra, or Levitra or anything
like that," said Angela.

   "I don't even know where to get that stuff," said Dub.  "And why would
I. I don't have no trouble getting a stiffy.  It's getting rid of it that's
the problem!"

   Angela sighed.

   "What's the chance he's got sickle cell disease?" she asked Holly.

   "Hasn't been a case of that here since the town was formed," said Holly
firmly.  "Of course he's never been tested for it, but I kind of doubt it."
Her hand never missed a stroke while she spoke.

   "Were you, by any chance, bitten by a Brazilian Wandering Spider?" asked
Angela helplessly.

   "Wouldn't he have had to be in Brazil for that to happen?" asked Holly,
looking disgusted.

   "Those are the major causes of priapism!" said Angela.  She watched
Holly, still stroking Dub's penis.  "Under normal circumstances, he should
have ejaculated by now and the semen would have soothed the urethra, and
he'd have gotten flaccid.  I can't believe this isn't working.  I've never
seen a man who ...  I mean I've never been in a situation where ...  " She
felt herself flushing red.  "It always works!" she blurted.

   Holly grinned.  "So you ARE an expert."

   "I am NOT an expert!" barked Angela, still flustered.

   "Well whether you're an expert or not, we need to initiate plan B,
because my hand is too tired to keep going.  Take over." Holly let go of
Dub's stiff rod and scooted back.

   "Me?" Angela's voice rose an octave.

   "Unless we don't need that sample after all," said Holly.

   "Shit!" growled Angela.

   "Why doctor!" chided Holly.

   "Zip it," said Angela, sitting down on the stool that Holly had just
vacated.

   She scooted between Dub's legs and regarded the angry looking thing that
strained out from the nest of brown hair at his groin.

   ================================

   "I got the distinct impression you were disgusted with me for doing
that," said Holly, who stood, watching Angela slide her hand up and down
the handsome prick in front of her.

   "I was," said Angela, whose voice was a little rough.  She'd seen a few
pricks in her life, but none as magnificent as this one.  As her hand moved
along it, she felt like she was stroking a sapling with the branches cut
off.  It was smooth as silk, but in another way, there was nothing smooth
about it.  It made her want to do things that were much more inappropriate
than what she was already doing.

   "Seems like there's a double standard here," said Holly with a smile in
her voice.

   "This is an emergency," said Angela.  She looked up at Dub.  "Aren't you
feeling anything?"

   "Yes Ma'am," he said happily.  "That feels right nice."

   "But you don't feel the urge to ejaculate."

   "Nope."

   Angela looked up at Holly.  "Is there a Playboy around here?"

   Holly's eyes got round.  "You mean like the magazine?"

   "Yes."

   "You have to be kidding.  Doc Kimble is in his sixties."

   Angela watched as her hand forced the foreskin up over the tip of Dub's
penis and resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss that tip.

   "Take off your top," she said dreamily."

   "Me?" asked Dub.

   "No ...  Holly," said Angela.

   "What?" asked Holly.

   "Show him your boobs," said Angela.

   "Show him your own boobs!" snorted Holly.

   "All right."

   Angela had her blouse unbuttoned completely before she realized what she
was doing.  She stopped as the blouse parted and her bra was exposed. 
Dub's eyes were glued to that part of her body.  His breathing increased.
She told herself it was because of that that she went ahead and unclipped
the catch between the cups, and pulled them aside so he could see her
breasts.

   "There's definitely a double standard going on here," said Holly, but
she didn't sound unhappy.

   "Does this excite you?" asked Angela, cupping her breasts, as if she
were offering them to the boy.

   "Yes, Ma'am," he sighed.  "You got right pretty ones.  Even better than
Sue Ellen's."

   "Then cum for me, Dub," she said, renewing her attack on his penis.

   Five minutes later Angela had to change hands, because her right one was
cramped and tired.

   "Why isn't this working?" complained Angela.

   "You may as well do it," said Holly, who had moved closer.

   "Do what?"

   "Plan C."

   "What's plan C?" asked Angela.

   "You know what it is," said Holly, her own voice husky.  "Just remember
not to swallow.  We need the sample."

   "I can't do that." Angela didn't sound nearly as outraged as Holly
expected.

   "Well I can't because I'm married," said Holly.  "Why can't you?"

   "It's not ethical," said Angela.

   "It's not ethical if anybody finds out," said Holly, altering the
paradigm slightly.

   "They'd revoke my medical license," whined Angela.

   "They'd revoke your medical license if they found out," Holly corrected.

   ===========================

   Angela had approached this with no little resistance, and even some
trepidation.  Within thirty seconds, though she didn't want to stop.  This
was amazing.  Though it was, in fact, only the second penis she'd allowed
in her mouth, she knew Dub's was different than other men's by an order of
magnitude.  She fully understood how a woman could become addicted to the
feel of something like this in her mouth.

   Dub's pitiful whines of ecstasy didn't hurt either.  He was so
pathetically happy at having his dick sucked that it was surprising.  The
other man she'd done this to had said things to her while she did it ... 
awful things ...  nasty things.  "Suck it whore," he'd said.  "Suck my
fucking dick!  He'd engaged in very inventive language when she did that."
It was one of the reasons she'd never done it to another man.

   Dub, on the other hand, was like a puppy being given attention,
squirming and wiggling, babbling, gasping and generally acting like he was
ten instead of nineteen.

   She pulled off, licking her lips and using her hand instinctively to
stroke while she wasn't sucking.

   "You act like this is the first time a woman has done this for you," she
said.

   "It is!" he gasped.

   "It is?" Angela was astounded.  Now that she'd had it in her mouth, she
couldn't imagine being around this man without wanting to do it again. 
"Matty doesn't do this?"

   "Mamma says I should stick it where it belongs, and it only belongs one
place," he panted.  "She said other boys might do things that ain't
natural, but not me."

   "But you don't mind if I do it some more," she said.

   "Oh pleeeeease," he whined.

   Holly laughed, and then coughed to cover it up.  "I need to leave," she
said, her voice rough.  "There's nobody up front, and there's no telling
how many people are up there."

   "You can't leave me alone with him," moaned Angela.

   Holly giggled.  "Why?  You going to let him put it where his mamma says
it's supposed to go?"

   "Of course not," said Angela, with almost no conviction in her voice.

   "I'll check in on you ...  just in case," laughed Holly.  "Hurry up,
though.  You have more patients to see."

   ============================

   Ten minutes later Angela, her face flushed, pulled off of Dub's
impressive phallus again.

   "What's wrong?" she panted.

   "Nothing," he sighed.  "I never felt nothing better than that feels ...
excepting a real live pussy, I mean."

   "Well you're not getting in mine," she growled.

   "Oh I didn't mean it that way," he said.  "I just mean this is the only
thing that feels as good."

   "So why aren't you cumming?"

   "I don't know.  It feels REAL good ...  but it's not like ...  you know
...  when I'm inside Matty ...  or Aunt Cherry ...  or Mamma ...  or Sue
Ellen ...  or"

   "I get the idea, Dub.  But you can't do that with me.  I'm not on any
birth control."

   "Oh I never get a baby on any of them," he said.  "Mamma taught me all
about that."

   "What do you mean?" asked Angela.

   "She taught me how to keep from getting a baby on Matty.  And Aunt
Cherry and her." He frowned.  "And Sue Ellen and ..."

   "I get it," said Angela impatiently.  "How do you do this?"

   "I just do it," he said.  "I do what Mamma told me to do."

   "What did she tell you to do, Dub?" Angela wanted to put her hands
around a different neck than the one currently in her hand.

   "I squeeze it," he said.  His hand went to the base of his penis and he
gripped it there, between thumb and two fingers." She saw them dent the
hard flesh.  "Like that," he said.

   "You do that when you ejaculate," she said.

   "Um ...  yeah," he said, obviously still uncomfortable with the new
word.

   There came a tapping on the frosted glass of the door, which then
opened, admitting Holly's head.

   "Done yet?" she asked hopefully.

   "No," said Angela.

   "You've got three patients waiting," said Holly.  Then, leaving the
decision to the doctor, she closed the door.

   "We're not finished, Dub," said Angela.  "But I have to see other
patients.  You're not in any pain, and this has lasted two days already. 
Can you stand it until I'm done with other patients at four?"

   "Sure!" he said happily.  He obviously took her comment to mean that she
wasn't finished sucking him.

   He was right, for that matter.

   ===============================

   It was three-thirty.  Angela had pushed to get everybody taken care of
early so she could call Frank, the urologist she had consulted with earlier
in the day.

   "Have you ever heard of anything like that before?" she asked.

   "Oh sure," he said.  "That's been a method of birth control since at
least Greek times.  It's mentioned in several old texts.  Some mystics
claim they can teach people to do it by using internal muscles, instead of
clamping off the penis manually.  In fact, there's been a recent revival of
it.  They're calling it Karezza."

   "You're kidding," said Angela.  "Surely it isn't effective."

   "You might be surprised," said Frank.  "What happens when you squeeze
off the urethra is that the semen has to go somewhere, and the path of
least resistance is usually into the bladder."

   "With the urine?" Angela sounded horrified.

   "Exactly," said Frank.  "Not only is the amount of semen that reaches
the tip of the penis reduced dramatically, urine is a great killer of sperm
cells.  It actually works pretty well.

   "It sounds horrible," said Angela.  "Doesn't it cause pain?"

   "Not really," said Frank.  "The urethra is still inflamed, of course. 
That's what one purpose of semen is - to sooth the irritation caused by
coitus - but that pain is relative.  It feels good too.  And, now that we
know about this, it probably explains his persistent erection too, because
it's the soothing of the inflamed urethra that signals the corpora
cavernosa to dump the blood that's sustaining the erection.  If he isn't
letting semen through his penis, that might fool the system.  This Karezza
stuff I mentioned is all about sustaining an erection for long periods of
time and having spiritual sex, instead of procreational sex." "You're
kidding," said Angela.  "Not a bit.  Old ideas die hard, and people like
sex." "So you think this clamping off of the semen could be the problem?"
"Easy to find out," said Frank.  "Just get him to have a normal ejaculation
and see if he goes flaccid.  If he doesn't go limp after a normal
ejaculation, though, call me back.  The only reason I'm not suggesting
immediate hospitalization is because he's not complaining of pain."
=================================

   "How about that," said Holly, when Angela told her what Frank had said.
"To think it could be something that simple.  You want me to hang around
while you do the ...  um ...  treatment?"

   "No, I think we'll be fine now.  We just have to get him to have a
normal orgasm, and then we'll see."

   "I could stay and help," said Holly.

   "You went to great lengths to remind me you were married," said Angela.

   "I am, but as long as hubby doesn't find out ..."

   "You're a very slippery character, aren't you," said Angela.

   "Not nearly as slippery as I'd be if I was around that monster when it
went off good and proper," laughed Holly.  "Just remember to get some of it
in a specimen cup."

   "We don't actually need a specimen any more, if Frank is right," said
Angela.

   "Better safe than sorry," said Holly.  "Folks would understand doing
this once, but if you have to call him back again, they're going to think
you're enjoying it."

   "I thought you said nobody would find out about this!" snapped Angela.

   "They won't," said Holly in a soothing voice.  "Don't get your panties
in a wad." She grinned.  "I would, however, advise that you keep them
firmly on."

   She was out the door, her laughter drifting behind her, before Angela
could think of anything to say.

   Then the door opened, and Dub Fisher walked in.  Angela's eyes dropped
automatically to the front of his pants.

   Where there was an obvious erection straining against the fabric.

   ===========================

   Dub was sitting on the exam table again, completely naked this time. 
When she had told him to remove his pants, he'd just taken everything off.
Angela's eyes flickered over his rippling chest muscles.  She made her eyes
go to his shaggy brown hair, but even that made her loins tingle.

   "Do I get to see your titties again?" asked Dub hopefully.

   "They're not titties, Dub," she said patiently.  "They're called
breasts."

   "Or boobs," he said.  "That's what you called them.  Do I get to see
your boobs again?"

   Normally, Angela would have been disgusted with a man who was so
blatantly transparent in his lust.  For some reason, though, Dub seemed
different.  He seemed more genuinely appreciative of her body, than intent
on using and abusing it.  And somehow, that made Angela feel good, rather
than unhappy.

   "Will it help if you can see my breasts?" she asked.

   "I like them," said Dub.

   "The purpose of this treatment is to get you to ejaculate, Dub.  That's
all that's important here."

   "All right," he said.  "But ain't it okay to have fun while we do it?"

   "I suppose it couldn't hurt," sighed Angela.

   ===============================

   Half an hour later Angela had to admit she was, indeed, having fun.

   Sucking Dub's monster cock was satisfying in a way she had never
experienced before.  His appreciation was vocal, and the things he said
were sweet and exciting.  Her bare nipples were erect and she felt hornier
than she had in ages, even though it had been six months since she'd
engaged in anything remotely like this.

   But the problem was that, despite his obvious ecstasy, her ministrations
of Dub's recalcitrant penis refused to produce an orgasm.

   She had sucked.  She had rubbed.  She had licked.  She had even bitten
tenderly once, eliciting a howl of mixed pain and pleasure from him.

   But she couldn't make him cum.

   She was beginning to think that the dearth of semen that would hopefully
make him flaccid again wasn't because he closed it off.  Rather, she was
beginning to be worried that he couldn't cum at all.

   She pulled her mouth off his knob reluctantly.

   "Are you SURE you've ejaculated before?"

   "I guess so," he said, breathing heavily.  "I mean I ain't never seen
it, of course.  It's always been in somebody when I get that special
feelin'."

   "And you haven't felt that special feeling while I've been doing this?"
She slid her mouth onto the knob and then sucked while she pulled off.  She
was elated to feel his whole body shudder in reaction.

   "Almost," he gasped.  "That feels so good ...  but just ain't the same I
guess."

   ===============================

   Angela couldn't believe she was doing this.  She knew if she stopped to
think about it, she'd stop, and do the responsible thing ...  the right
thing ...  the ethical thing.

   The problem was that she didn't WANT to do the responsible, or right or
ethical thing.  She wanted to do what she was about to do.

   She stood, her naked feet on the edges of the exam table.  Dub's hips
were between those feet as he lay on his back.

   "ALL of you is prettier than Sue Ellen," sighed Dub, looking up at her
with glittering eyes.

   "This is just to help you get better," she panted.  "That's the only
reason why I'm doing this."

   "Yes Ma'am," he said.  "I know you ain't sparkin' me."

   One of his hands came up automatically as instinct told him that as she
squatted, she might be less stable.  Angela looked down past her naked
breasts, with their turgid nipples, to her now also naked loins, and the
bare pussy lips that were gaping of their own accord as she lowered them
toward the spike he was helpfully holding with his other hand.

   He had already asked her why she had no hair down there, peering closely
and unashamedly at her sex when she first bared it to him.  He had taken
her answer at face value, obviously enjoying experiencing this new and
interesting facet of females.

   "This is fun," he said as her pussy approached the tip of his rod.

   "We're not actually doing anything yet," she rasped.

   "Yeah, but I ain't never been on the bottom before, and I never got a
really good look down there before." He grinned crookedly.  "Or UP there
before, like you are now."

   He was, of course, larger than anything she'd had in her before.  She
knew that already, but before this it had been academic knowledge.  Now, as
her pussy lips kissed the tip of his cock, she sucked in air, wondering if
she could do this.

   That was academic too, though, because she knew she was GOING to do
this. She had lost the will to resist sometime in the middle of sucking
with her mouth what she now wanted to suck into her vaginal canal.

   Dub, however, was not used to taking things slowly.  Part of his problem
was that the women who used his penis were anxious to get their own reward,
and they went for it as quickly and forcefully as possible.  Dub, having
been taught well, was pretty good at supplying the needed stimulus, and, up
until now, he had never been in a woman for more than ten minutes before
she was finished and ready to relax.  He usually got that special feeling
quite soon himself, especially if the woman involved let him suckle at her
teats, which was something he dearly loved, but with what his Mamma had
taught him, getting his special feeling wasn't a problem.  He just clamped
off, and kept going.

   Which is what he did almost immediately as Doctor Angela Webber impaled
herself on his very excited pecker.

   Angela thought she was inadvertently pulling at some of his hairs, and
that he was "adjusting things" when his hand went briefly to where they
were joined.  She had other things on her mind anyway, primarily the fact
that not only could she take the whole thing ...  it felt FABULOUS to take
the whole thing.

   For the first time in her life, Angela Webber felt like everything that
was happening was the perfect thing to be happening at the given moment.

   It wasn't love at first (or second, if you want to be a stickler about
it) sight, exactly.  It just felt right, and normal, and uncomplicated,
which had never really happened before.  The residual guilt she had felt
for being a doctor in this situation simply vanished.

   "Oh Dub," she sighed, just reveling in the feel of his rigid penis so
deep in her.

   "Oh Doc," sighed Dub as he did what his Mamma had taught him to do to
keep his baby out of his cousin, or aunt, or herself.  And now his sisters
too, of course.

   Some uncounted minutes later Angela seemed to wake, as if from a dream.
She had been rocking gently, coasting from one orgasm to the next.  She
hadn't counted those either, but just delighted in the ability to reach for
and embrace another one.

   She looked down to see Dub, hands behind his head, grinning up at her.
She squeezed, and felt he was as rigid as ever.

   "You're a lot more fun to do this with than Matty," he said.

   "I am?" she asked, unable to quell the feeling of excitement that she
felt at being "better" than another woman.

   "I could do this all day," he said.

   "You haven't felt that special feeling?" she asked, suddenly remembering
the purpose for this in the first place.

   "Just once," he said happily.  "The rest of the time it just felt real
good, like when you were sucking on it."

   "You ejaculated?" she yipped.  How could she have missed it?

   "I got that special feeling," he said.

   "When?"

   "Right after you got all the way on me," he said.

   "You did?" she said, her voice climbing.  Then she remembered seeing his
hand flash to their groins.  She realized he had done what he had been
trained to do, automatically, because she hadn't told him to do anything
differently.

   She admitted to herself that, if she'd have had to get off of him that
soon, she'd have been sorely disappointed.  Then she felt guilty.

   "Can you do it again?"

   "I don't know," he said.  "I think you'd have to move faster, maybe."

   Three minutes later Angela was in the throes of an orgasm achieved not
by gentle rocking, but by trying to fuck the boy's socks off.  Her breasts
felt like she'd been running without a sports bra, from all the flinging of
them this way and that, as she pummeled his cock, trying to wring another
orgasm out of it.

   "Nothing?" she gasped, unable to keep up the pace.

   "Maybe I should get on top," he said.  At least he was breathing faster.

   =============================

   Half an hour later Angela felt helpless in a way that confused her. 
She'd been under a man before ...  several men, in fact ...  but none of
them had been like this man.  And she thought of Dub Fisher as a man now
... ALL man.  She didn't think she could ever think of him as a boy again,
even with his apparent lack of education.

   That was because what made him different from the other men she'd lain
under was just about everything.  He was bigger, both in stature and with
what he was lustily shoving deep enough into her to make her cervix ache.
But it went beyond that.  Dub Fisher seemed to be interested more in what
SHE was feeling, than what HE was feeling.  At least four or five times,
when he had changed something about the way he was making her want to
scream with joy, he had panted "Do you like that?" She hadn't been able to
actually vocalize anything.  She was hoarse, for one thing.  So she had
just nodded her head frantically, and thrust her loins up at the man who
had already taken her someplace she hadn't even dreamed existed.  Several
times she reminded herself she'd been absolutely right about what the curve
in his penis was good for.

   The orgasms this time were sharp, wild things that made her feel like
she'd fly apart.  But at the same time she knew she wasn't going anywhere.
His bulk, centered in that fabulous penis, pinned her to the exam table in
a way that made her feel like he was pounding her THROUGH it.

   He leaned down to suckle at a nipple again.  He even did that better
than her past lovers had, concentrating on the nipple, instead of trying to
suck the whole globe into his mouth.

   She felt another orgasm looming and, for the first time in her life,
wished she could save it for another time.  It was too much fun to do this
with Dub.

   "Can't you cum?" she gasped.

   "Yeah, I could cum now," he panted back.  "I just didn't want to until
you were done."

   Feeling like she had somehow slipped into another universe, Angela
grunted "I'm done, Dub."

   "Good, 'cause I really feel like getting that special feeling now."

   "Don't squeeze it this time when you cum!" gasped Angela, amazed she
could still remember what this was allegedly all about.

   "But I might get a baby on you," he said.  His face wrinkled, but his
loins sped up.

   "Just pull it out of me when you get that special feeling," said Angela.
"I need to see what it looks like when you ejaculate."

   "If you're sure," he gasped, obviously close now.  "This is exciting!"

   "I'm sure," she said.  She put her hands on his waist, to help push him
out of her when the time came.  "Cum for me, Dub."

   "There it is!" he gasped.

   He was lunging in her so forcefully that she couldn't tell what was
happening.  She pushed with her hands, and yelled "Pull it out, Dub!"

   His body began to rise away from her and his hand automatically reached
for his penis.  She slapped at his wrist with her own, yelling "Don't touch
it!"

   The groan that tore from his throat as he rose higher sounded more like
what she would have expected.  She half sat, using her abs to pull her head
up.  She watched in awe as his long meat pulled out ...  and out ...  and
out from her body.  She was amazed it had all fit in her.  Then the tip
came free and, no sooner than she could see it, a long rope of thick white
shot out to splat right into her gaping sex.

   He grunted and another stream of semen shot out to glance off her
clitoris and rocket upwards, falling in a stripe of white on her belly. 
Another grunt, and another stripe appeared beside the first one.  A third
grunt burst from his lips, but this time the ejaculate painted her bald
pussy lips, which had closed somewhat, as if they wanted to keep his semen
inside her.

   "Oh damn," he groaned.  "It ain't never felt like that before."

   "Are you all right?" she asked, still holding onto his hips.

   "I don't rightly know," he answered.  "I feel all weak, like I'm gonna
fall down.

   "Let me get up first," she rasped.  "You'll crush me if you fall on top
of me."

   "I wouldn't do that," he said, sounding injured.  "I'd never hurt you."

   He stood and, though he leaned a bit, he didn't have to take a step to
compensate.  Angela sat up.  She felt his spend begin to sag on her body
and her hand came automatically to scoop and cup the viscous liquid.  She
stared at his penis.

   It slowly sagged ...  then drooped ...  and finally fell, almost, but
not quite limp, to lie on his balls.

   "I'm cured!" he sighed happily.

   ===================================

   Holly, as usual, was already there when Angela opened the door and
entered the clinic.  She looked up.

   "Well?"

   "Well what?" asked Angela.

   Holly snorted.  "How's the patient?"

   "What patient?" asked Angela, keeping a smile off her face.

   "Dub Fisher, of course," said Holly, willing to push this as far as
needed.

   "Dub Fisher is not a patient of this clinic," said Angela firmly.

   "It's one thing to keep a few secrets," said Holly.  "But you can't
pretend he was never here."

   "Oh he was here all right.  But there was nothing wrong with him when he
left, so he's not technically a patient."

   "You got it soft?" Holly's voice was ebullient.

   "He was practicing Kazaam, and didn't know it," said Angela.

   "Kazaam?"

   "Or something like that.  I forget what it is now, but it was the
problem.  Once we got that understood, he did just fine."

   "HE did just fine," said Holly.  "Meaning you had nothing to do with
it?"

   "I explained things to him," said Angela.

   "And that's all?"

   "Anything beyond that leaves the realm of medicine and enters the realm
of private lives," said Angela firmly.  "It would be unethical to divulge
the details of someone's private life."

   "I'm not asking you to divulge anything.  Can I ask questions?" Holly's
voice was perky.

   "Yes, but I might not answer them."

   "Did it go soft after you ...  um ...  explained things to him?"

   "Yes, I believe it did," said Angela.

   "And what technique did you use to get it to go soft?"

   "No comment," said Angela.

   "Did this technique involve anyone other than Dub himself?"

   "I said no comment."

   "Did he do it all by himself?"

   "Holly!"

   "Oh, come on.  We work together.  I won't tell anybody."

   "OK, he did not do it all by himself, but that's all I'm going to say."

   "Fine by me," said Holly, as if she didn't care after all.  "You have
Mrs.  Harper at eight-thirty, suture removal, and the Dobbins twins at nine
for a sports physical.  I'll update you after that."

   "Good," said Angela.  "Thanks for not pushing, Holly."

   "No problem," said Holly.  "Just one thing."

   "What?" asked Angela, her voice guarded.

   "Next time you might remove the paper from the exam table.  I don't mind
cleaning up after patients, but cleaning up after personal lives isn't in
any of my job descriptions."

   Angela's hands covered her suddenly hot face.

   "And, personally speaking," said Holly, giggling now.  "That boy must
cum like a fire hose."

   ===============================

   Two months later Angela waved to a staff member as she left the
hospital. It felt weird somehow to be back in the city.  There were things
she'd missed, and was glad to have available again, but she noticed the
noise more ...  and the stink of exhaust and packed-together humanity too.

   Now what she missed was podunk Turkey Hollow.  Well, she missed Holly
anyway.  And the laid back, easygoing way of the people.  And the good
food.

   And Dub.

   Once hadn't been enough, of course ...  for either of them.  Dub still
serviced his harem, though that wasn't really the right word for it.  He
was just a handy and safe way to get the little pleasure that hard working
hill women felt they deserved.

   That was one of the things that had changed in her.  No longer did she
think of what Dub did with his relatives as some wanton perverted act.  It
was just nature, taking its course under less than ideal conditions.  In
Turkey Hollow young men either worked in the mines, farmed, or left for
greener pastures.  Women just didn't have the range of choices in that
setting, that their more sophisticated sisters did in the city.

   Of course Dub still had to practice "birth control" with his cousin,
aunt, mother and sisters.  And their needs were, at least as far as Angela
was concerned, ridiculously minimal.  They only wanted him once a day for
the most part.  Angela wanted him all day long.

   It had been a week after his clinic visit before she saw him again.  He
hadn't come back to the clinic, but when he saw her at the gas station,
he'd come over and spoken to her.

   "My problem is back," he said.  "Mamma won't let me do what I done with
you.  She says it's too dangerous."

   "I see," said Angela.  "That's too bad."

   "Yeah," he sighed.  "But at least I know there's nothing really wrong
with me."

   "Still, it's not a good thing to go for that long with an erection," she
said softly.  "There can be complications, and some of them are horrific."

   "I need to get married, I guess," he said.

   "That would be one way to deal with it.  Or you could get your mother to
put everyone on the birth control pill."

   "We cain't afford that," he said.  "Mamma already done looked into
that."

   "Well," said Angela, amazed that she had accepted the obvious solution
so quickly, "I suppose I could give you another treatment."

   "Could you?" The look of delight on his face was so innocent and genuine
that Angela wanted to laugh.

   "As long as nobody finds out about it," she said.  "I could get in a lot
of trouble if people knew."

   "Why would somebody think it was odd for me to go to the doctor?" he
asked.

   "I was thinking more of having you come to my motel room," she said.

   "Oh," he responded, as if he would never have thought of that in a
million years.  "I could do that."

   And so he had, and the treatment had lasted for hours, and Angela knew
within the first one that she was lost.  As often as Dub Fisher came to
her, she would fling herself on the bed and spread her legs for him,
willingly, laughing while she did so, eager to receive the fruit of his
loins.

   Nor was she very assiduous in demanding that he pull out when he came.
It felt too good to have him grind against her as his groans and gasps
announced that he was happier than at any time previous to this in his
life. He was loving, and kind, and innocent.  And he was a consummate
lover.

   She thought about going on the pill herself, but she was only scheduled
to be there for another five weeks, and she hated being on the pill. 
Instead she obtained a supply of various products, each of which swore to
prevent pregnancy.  She started using a diaphragm too, at which point she
never thought about asking him to remove his dangerous, spurting penis from
her again.

   It was a glorious five weeks, during which he spent a total of fifteen
nights in her bed.  Then Doctor Kimble came back, and it was time for her
to return to the hospital, where she had been missed, primarily because
other doctors had to take up her slack while she was gone.

   But now she was back in the routine.  Once again medicine prevented her
from having the time to find suitable men, and manage a dating schedule and
the social games that went with it.

   She checked her mail and went into the apartment, looking around like
she had frequently done since getting back from Turkey Hollow.  The
apartment was too big, really.  She'd learned that from living in a motel
room for six weeks.  She could afford it, but it was a waste of money,
really.

   She saw the machine blinking and pressed the button.

   "Angela!" came the voice of her Turkey Hollow drinking buddy.  "You must
be doing well, since you haven't called your near and dear friends since
leaving our little burg.  Big doings are afoot, though.  Call me back and
I'll fill you in on all the gossip."

   She picked up the phone, intending to order a pizza and then call Holly,
but a knock at the door made her put it down.  She went to the door and
peered through the little round inspection port.

   "Well I'll be damned," she sighed, and opened the door.

   "Hi," said the hulking young man standing there.  He looked completely
out of place with his faded jeans and checkered shirt.  She looked down at
his feet, disgusted with herself as she realized she expected to see bare
feet.

   "Hi, yourself," she said.  "I wasn't aware you ever left Turkey Hollow
and ventured into the big city."

   "I've been to town before," he said.  "Two or three times, in fact."

   "And what brings you here this time?" she asked, feeling butterflies in
her stomach.  This could be trouble, because she knew she couldn't refuse
him, but him coming here every now and then wasn't going to work either. 
He couldn't afford it, for one thing.

   "I kind of got in some trouble," he said softly.

   "Oh?"

   "I guess I kind of got to liking it when I didn't have to stop myself
... you know?  With you?" he added.

   "Uh huh," she said.

   "Well Matty didn't mind.  In fact, after the first time, she kind of
liked it too.  She said it was more interesting when I got all excited like
that." He looked sheepish.  "So we sort of kept doing it like that."

   "And she got pregnant," said Angela.

   "Yeah.  Aunt Cherry too."

   "Your aunt let you do that?" Angela was amazed.

   "She didn't exactly know I was.  I sort of learned how to get that good
feeling without making all the noise and stuff.  And it felt so much better
than stopping it ...  well, I know I shouldn't have, but I did, and that's
that, and Mamma kicked me out before I could do any more damage."

   "But they need you," said Angela.  "You support them."

   "I'm supposed to get a job and send them money," said Dub.  "You know
anywhere I might get me a job?"

   "Is that why you came here?" asked Angela, feeling a little let down. 
"To ask if I know where to get a job?"

   "One reason," he said.

   "Is there another?" she asked, feeling suddenly like she was back in
high school.

   "Yeah.  I sort of miss you."

   "Sort of?" she felt exasperation building in her gut.

   "Okay, I miss you like the dickens," he said, his jaw sticking out.  "An
I know I'm just a dumb hick, and all that, and you're a fancy doctor and
pretty and all that, and I know I ain't got no call to bother you, 'cause
you probly got a handsome, rich boyfriend with a fancy car and all that,
but I miss you something awful, and Mamma's mad at me, and ..."

   "Would you like to come in?" asked Angela.

   He blinked.  "Yes, Ma'am."

   "Dub," she said patiently.  "We've been lovers.  We've been as close as
a man and woman can be, and if you EVER call me Ma'am again I do believe
I'll cut your penis off, whether it needs it or not.  Is that clear?"

   "Yes Ma-" He stopped suddenly and his hands went to cover his groin. 
"Got it," he finished.

   =================================

   "Oh man," sighed the big man next to her in the bed.  "I shore have
missed that."

   "Me too," she said softly.

   "Really?  You mean that?"

   "I love you, Dub."

   "No you don't!" he said, jerking up to stare at her.

   "You stole my heart," she said.

   "I cain't steal your heart," he said, wonder on his face.  "I'm just a
hick from the-"

   "I heard the speech," she said, putting a finger to his lips.  "I don't
have a boyfriend with a fancy car.  Up until an hour ago I didn't have a
boyfriend at all."

   "You mean me?" His eyes were so wide she could see white all the way
around them.

   "Why not you?" she asked.  "You went to a LOT of trouble to seduce me,
and you didn't just dump me afterwards.  And don't give me that bull shit
about being a hick from the sticks.  Holly told me about you going to
Junior College for two years before your father got hurt."

   "Uh oh," he said softly.

   "Yeah, you're busted," she said.  "You were busted a long time ago."

   "Why didn't you say anything?"

   "Because I was having the time of my life, that's why," she said.

   "And you're not ticked off because I tried to pull one over on you?"

   "If you HAD pulled one over on me, I might have been.  But since I knew
what you were doing, I just played along."

   "What was I doing?" he asked softly.

   "I hope you were having the time of your life too."

   "Oh yeah," he said.  "I just wanted to crawl in a hole when you left.  I
wanted to tell you the truth, but I was sure you'd be mad, and you were
leaving anyway."

   "So you thought if you showed up on my doorstep, all lonely and forlorn,
that I'd take in the stray puppy."

   "You did." He smiled.  "At least I thought you did." He stopped smiling.
"So ...  what now?"

   "Are half your relatives really knocked up?"

   "No," he admitted.  "That was a bit of a stretch."

   "Is it even POSSIBLE for half your relatives to be knocked up?"

   "By me?"

   "Of course."

   "Well, Matty and I got each other's virginity when we were thirteen, but
she didn't much care for it.  Aunt Cherry got drunk one night when I was
sixteen, but she's half convinced herself that she didn't actually seduce
me.  Mamma's probably really glad I left, in once sense, because Sue Ellen
really has tried to crawl in the tub with me a bunch of times.  She's about
the horniest teenager I ever saw, and I doubt seriously she'll make it past
seventeen before she's married and got one on the hip.  My younger sisters
are normal in every way, which means they hate me one day, and love me the
next, but neither of them has any designs on me that I know of.

   "I notice you left out your mother," said Angela.

   "When Daddy goes, she'll cast about for a man.  We love each other, but
not like that.  She's got her hands full taking care of him, though, so I'm
going to keep sending money back home.

   "So you really DID come here looking for work?"

   "Yes, Ma'am," he said.  She laughed when he doubled up in a fetal
position, protecting his groin.  "But mostly because of you."

   "You should be an actor," she said.

   "You think so?"

   "You had me convinced you were an immoral, ignorant, inexperienced
virgin," she said.  "Ejacu-what?" she simpered.  "Don't let them whack off
my tallywhacker," she whined.

   "I had to get you to see it, and touch it," he said.  "I was pretty sure
an old maid like yourself would be pretty interested in it, but only if I
could think up a way for you to see it.  Would I have had a shot if I'd
have just come up and asked you out?"

   "I guess not," she admitted.

   "Well there you go," he said.  "Large problems require extreme
solutions."

   "One last thing," she said.  "Have you ever really practiced Kazaam?"

   He laughed.

   "Karezza is highly respected in some circles," he said.  "I learned it
from a girl in college, whose parents are kind of like hippies.  She said
she wouldn't let me touch her until I proved I cared enough about her to
learn it.

   "Obviously you cared enough to learn it.  What happened?"

   "She's a free spirit, and I had to go back home when Daddy got hurt. 
I've been working on correspondence courses since then, and finally got my
systems analysis certification."

   =========================

   "This is really why you came to find me," panted Angela as she felt his
penis dig deep enough in her to punish her cervix.  "Admit it," she gasped.

   "You said I stole your heart," he panted back.  His lunging abated to
slow, long, in and out strokes.  "Well it works both ways.  I couldn't live
without you."

   "Do that thing you do when you go in deep and stay there," she moaned.

   "You mean this?" He pushed hard and then rocked upwards, maybe an inch,
and then leg his body weight move back downwards twice the far.  He was on
his toes and arms, and almost all his body weight was resting on her clit.

   "Oh yes," she gasped.  Her legs flopped and she leaned up to bit his
shoulder as she came hard.  He continued to ride her through it, before
letting off the pressure and resuming his slow long strokes.

   "So can I stay?" he asked.

   "How long?"

   "As long as you'll let me."

   "That could be a very long time, Dub," she panted.

   "Forever would be good," he said.  "Want to go again?"

   "I can't take any more.  Can you really have five orgasms in a row and
stay hard?"

   "I might have fudged a bit on that," he said.  "Four is my record.  I'm
willing to try to beat that, though."

   "I threw away my diaphragm when I left Turkey Hollow," she said.  "I
didn't think I'd need it any more."

   "Oh damn," he said.

   "And I'm right in the middle of my cycle," she panted.

   "Oh double damn.  I'd better stop." He did, but left it in her.  "I
don't suppose you'd be interested in giving me a blow job?" he suggested
hopefully.

   "Not right now," she replied.  "I don't have that long.

   "I can actually cum during a blow job if I let myself," he offered.

   She lifted her feet and pressed her heels into his butt.

   "Maybe one more," she whispered.

   "You're torturing me," he accused.

   "You know Kareeza," she said.  "You care about me enough to use it ...
don't you?" She started using her pussy muscles on him.

   "It's different with you," he said gritting his teeth and grimacing.

   "Why?"

   "Because Sally and I were just fuck buddies.  You, on the other hand, I
am in love with.  I really need to stop now, Angela."

   "You'll stop when I tell you to stop," she said, her voice low and
throaty.  "You seduced me, and lied to me, and now you show up here,
begging to move in with me for all practical purposes.  And you're going to
want to sleep with me at night and fuck me whenever you feel like it." He
was so big that it was child's play to make her pussy muscles ripple up and
down his length.  She did so, watching his face ripple in time with her own
muscles.

   "I'm not made of steel, Angela," he gasped.

   "You're also not moving.  Do I have to do all the work?"

   "What are you doing?" he moaned.  "If you don't let go of me I'm going
to cum!"

   "I know," she said.

   Then she moved so quickly and violently that he was taken by surprise.
She rolled them both, ending up on top of him, and pushed up to sit tall,
impaled on his rigid length.  Her hips pumped forwards and back rapidly and
he groaned and stiffened.

   "I know," she said again.

   She leaned over as she felt him swell and heard the agonized grunt
trying to break past his rigid neck muscles.

   "Now, plow-boy," she whispered.  "Give me some fertilizer."








   
