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The Examination



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 could 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?

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 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 effete 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 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 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 more than half of Daddy’s money.

***
The receptionist behind the counter wasn’t helping Kathy’s
mood, either. The broad 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 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 undestated 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 wallcovering 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.
She had leafed through it in disgusted fascination. Kathy 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. “Convince Him to Give You Another Child,”
“Twins are Twice the Fun,” “Herbs To Increase Your Fertility.”
“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 gave him 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 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.

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?” she 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, leaving Ruth struggling to
bring up two teenage daughters. This had left her 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 she
looked 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 cliché 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 who would be happy to
keep me barefoot and pregnant if I didn’t hold him off.” Emma
said she 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 letting Frank ‘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.
I hear she let him invite her out for dinner the first day they met.
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 she’s
got another one on the way.”

“Well, got to run,” Emma gushed as she flounced off.
“Frank likes me to have his dinner ready for him when he gets
home so 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 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. 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 so strange, but nice to let this sexy woman undress
her like a little girl being put to bed for the night. 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 when she let the pretty
black woman lead her to an examination table and lay her down.

“Now just relax. I am going to examine these very pretty
titties, Kathy,” 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. 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. 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. 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, baby,” 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 my 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, now listen carefully....”

It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the instructions
and for her to acknowledge each one. “Good. I want you 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 her 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 much more 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. I’m so horny,” Kathy moaned as the doctor
massaged 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 f 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
... 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. 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 she was gasping with pleasure as he felt up her titties.
Before she knew it, his hands were in her pants, 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. It had been his idea, too, to let her work on
cases defending guys being dunned for alimony and child support
by vengeful ex-wives and girlfriends. Those were cases where a
foxy young woman like herself could blow into a courtroom in her
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 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 tight 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 libido
to keep up with a man of Paul’s stamina. Paul had told Kathy that
recently, even before he got Betty pregnant, 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 the “noontimer” Paul had
given her in his office bent over his desk 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?”

“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, 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. “Now look
at this,” she 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?”

“Uh huh” 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 and taking the pills I gave you every day?”

“Yes, doctor, every day.”

Good. And do you have a new boyfriend?

“Uh 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. 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 any birth control pills,” she
admitted.

“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 ... 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 of my patients 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 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 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. 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.”

“In fact Kathy, 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
merger 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. 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 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. 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
breasts so she shifted him to the other, resting him on her
protruding be