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CHAPTER ONEAlma Bridges dabbed at her eyes with a perfumed lace handkerchief, very close to tears. "But, Doctor," she sniffled, "you've no idea how useless I feel, as if I'm used up and ready to be thrown away, and yet I'm only thirty-five. Oh, whatever shall I do?" The suave, tall, black-haired gynecologist leaned forward from his desk, to pat the dark-brown-haired matron on the shoulder. "My dear Mrs. Bridges," he unctuously purred, his face taking on a solicitous look, "the worst thing at this point is self-pity. And I assure you that you mustn't say such things about yourself. Let me do the diagnosing, if you please.""But my husband-well, we just don't seem to have-you know-sex any more, Dr. Lorton," Alma Bridges kept her lovely, wistfully appealing face averted as she made this intimate avowal. "I-I have a eighteen-year-old daughter-that's Phyllis, you know, Dr. Lorton-but Douglas is so engrossed in his business that he never seems to have any time for me, never takes any notice. Why-" here, a choking sob interrupted her anguished recital, "last year, we had a sort of argument, and he-do you know, Dr. Lorton, he actually came out and said I was frfrigid? Oh my, it was so shameful, but maybe it's true-that's why-well, Mrs. Martha Foster, she's a neighbor of mine, told me how sympathetic and clever you are in treating cases like this-and so I thought-that's why I phoned for an appointment, you see!""Oh yes, I do know Mrs. Foster," Jason Lorton smiled reminiscently and touched the tip of his neatly waxed moustache. At thirty-six, with an elegant suite of offices in the Garland Building in Chicago's Loop he specialized in the treatment of nervous and physical disorders of the female genitalia. Though he occasionally consulted in maternity cases, he had for the past five years limited his practice almost entirely to attractive young and mature matrons who, honestly speaking, were neurotically more in need of a psychiatrist than a gynecologist. Also, through his influential connections, he treated quite a number of young women from the lower economic classes, since Medicaid amply rewarded him-especially with the system the had devised to make it still more rewarding.Yes, he had good reason to remember Martha Foster. The tall, wheat-blonde tennis-playing wife of one of Chicago's professional basketball players, she had visited him not quite six months ago for the treatment of a minor infection which, hugely embarrassing to the lithe matron, had been caused by improper toilet hygiene. She had been terrified at the thought that she might have caught a venereal disease from a weekend sex bout with a New York sportswriter who had known her back in high school and who had come to Chicago while her husband's team was on the West Coast for an extended road trip. Dr. Lorton had set her mind at rest and playfully told her, "Next time, my dear, just wipe upward instead of downward and it won't happen again. I assure you it happens to thousands of nice women like yourself. Now don't fret about it any more, it'll be cleared up by next week."Martha Foster had been so relieved that she had flung her arms around him and hugged him right there in his office. About ten minutes later, she was lying naked on his leatherpadded examining table, her beautifully slim fingers with their elegantly polished nails feverishly working back and forth over his spinal column. Mounted, as he was, upon her and gently thrusting back and forth, he had slipped his left forefinger into her butthole and his right against her clit and given her a three-way stimulation which had drawn her to the first really furious orgasm she had ever known. A little later, she had blushingly confessed that star athletes were far from being studs in bed. Even her ex-flame hadn't had the doctor's wonderful technique in knowing just how to make a woman cum the way nature intended her to.Alma Bridges had become more and more depressed over the past few months because her stolid, hard-working husband seemed to take longer and longer business trips in his capacity as vice president in charge of new business for a huge Midwestern sales engineering firm. So, when Martha Foster had invited her for coffee and sweet rolls a few mornings ago she had learned how clever and sympathetic Dr. Jason Lorton was. Immediately she had telephoned for an appointment for this April Friday afternoon."Now the very first thing I'm going to do, Mrs.Bridges," he smilingly assured her, "is to give you a complete examination. And I'm sure that we'll be able to put your unfounded suspicions to rest once and for all. But you must have absolute confidence in me, my dear lady. Just the way Mrs. Foster did.""Oh, I almost do already, Dr. Lorton," Alma Bridges managed a faint smile as she dabbed at her eyes again and then thrust her handkerchief into her alligator-skin purse and drew a deep breath. "Martha-I mean Mrs. Foster-says you're just the most wonderfully understanding man when it comes to knowing the problems of a woman. You see, Dr. Lorton, in spite of all this talk about Women's Lib, I'm afraid men are still terribly selfish, self-centered creatures. When you've been married 17 years as I have, you begin to worry that you're getting old and unattractive. And of course, with your husband away so much of the time on his job, you start thinking that maybe he's found a pretty young girl-you know-oh dear-I-I didn't mean to burden you with all my troubles!""That's what I'm here for, dear lady," he gave her another affectionate little pat, his attentive smile deepening and his dark-brown eyes magnetically fixed on her winsome, blushing face. He was thinking that, liking variety in pussy as he did, Alma Bridges was exactly the opposite from tall, somewhat lean Martha Foster, and opulently brownette to Martha's almost wiry blondeness. And now that she had avowed herself as being accused of frigidity by her husband, it would be child's play to persuade her that the fault was that of an unenlightened, unintelligent husband who really didn't know how to appreciate the voluptuous houri he had in his own house. Aloud, he said gently, "Now why don't you go behind that screen and undress for me, like a good girl, Mrs. Bridges? We'll get the examination over with, and then I can ask you some questions so that we can get down to the root of the problem.""All-all right, Dr. Lorton. I mean-how much do you want me to take off?"She rose unsteadily, still averting her eyes from his, and his glance flicked downward to observe the lusciously rounded, still very trim calves in beige nylons, with dainty brown suede pumps in medium-sized heels adding what he estimated to be three inches to her probable height of five feet five, give or take an inch. Her brown rayon dress accentuated her still fairly slim waist and the jut of ripe full hips and long but beautifully curvaceous thighs. The neckline was cut modestly, but the bodice of the dress hugged narrowly spaced, lushly rounded tits, just a trifle pendulous but still exciting to conjecture what they would be like when naked and quivering to his sinewy grip. He had found that a great many women loved being fucked while their tits were being rather roughly manipulated and their nipples licked and sucked. It would be interesting to see what turned Alma Bridges on, he told himself with a flicker of desire which sent a tingling ache through his already stiffening prick."I should say the dress, and I presume you have a slip or petticoat?" he ventured. When she had confirmed this with an embarrassed little nod, he went on, "And of course your lingerie, but you can keep your bra, of course. Then if you'll make yourself comfortable on the table over there, I'll make it as quick as I can.""I-I'm awfully shy, Doctor. You see-Douglasmy husband-well, when we do have s-sex, and it's been less and less the last few years, the lights are always off and I-well-he keeps his pajamas on and I-I wear a nightie. I guess I'm not used to being n-naked in a man's presence.""I quite understand, dear lady," his voice was sirupy and soothing, and he gave her a look of profound compassion which made her quiver with flattered pleasure. "Perhaps that's the heart of the problem itself, but I'll be better able to tell once I've examined you. Now you must remember I'm your doctor, not a man. And no one will disturb us. Miss Naughton, my nurse, has gone over to the pharmacist's on an errand. She won't be back for at least an hour, and you're my very last appointment this afternoon.""All-all right, Doctor," Alma Bridges was flustered as she moved behind the screen, and her cheeks were burning. Oh my, isn't this ridiculous? I'm a married woman with a practically grown daughter, and I'm blushing like a schoolgirl because I have to undress for a doctor. But the thing is, I-I never have been all naked in front of a man, not even Douglas. Maybe that's what's wrong-no, it can't be. It's just that Douglas is tired of me.Hastily, she drew off the dress, then the chastely cut white nylon slip, and bit her lips as she hesitated. Seeing herself with her ripely curvaceous figure accentuated by the tight white satin-elastic girdle over which she wore pink nylon panties, and the matching pink nylon bra with its tight bandeau and full cusps which helped tilt her full breasts up she was now embarrassed because it appeared extremely tight.Finally, her blushes deepening, the attractive matron tugged down her panties and stepped out of them. Somewhat shamefacedly she emerged, both hands clapped over the extremely furry thatch of her cuntal fleece."That's fine, Mrs. Bridges," Dr. Lorton's voice was gently soothing, "Now if you'll get up on that table and make yourself comfortable. Just slip off your shoes and hook you feet in those stirrups. It'll facilitate the examination."Averting her face from him, Alma Bridges clambered onto the table, lay down on her back and thrust her stockinged heels through the stirrups at the end. She gasped faintly, discovering that this stretched her legs immodestly apart and made her all too aware of the display of the thick dark-brown curls which began at her lower abdomen and luxuriantly descended to frame and almost cover the twitching pink cuntal lips themselves. Oh dear, I never realized-oh, it's so embarrassing-it-it's like an animal, all that hair down there, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into her already sweating palms, feeling her heart pound with an erratic, more rapid beat as he approached."You say you have a daughter, Mrs. Bridges?" she heard the clink of instruments, and this caused the flesh of her lusciously rounded thighs, milky-sheened above her stocking tops, to twitch with apprehension."Y-yes, Doctor. Phyllis my daughter, is eighteen. She's our only child.""I understand. Ahum-do you and your husband still have regular sexual relations, Mrs. Bridges?"Now her face was a fiery red and she turned it to one side as she faintly answered, stammering a little in her discomfiture. "Y-yes, but-but not very often the last two or three years. Maybe-weller-once a week, and sometimes, when he's away on business, as-as little as once a month."She forced herself to open her eyes, and saw him standing at the foot of the table, drawing on a pair of rubber gloves. Beside him was a wheel-cart on whose porcelain surface lay several gleaming instruments, one which suggested the shape of an eggbeater. She gasped and quickly closed her eyes again, the flesh of her thighs flinching now at the thought of being explored . . . there."I see. Now-you'll forgive me, but I have to ask these personal questions. Do you take the pill or-""Oh-I-Iknow what you mean D-Doctor," she blurted, feeling the heat of her blushes intensify. "No-I-I-that is D-D-Douglas wears something-and-and when-that is, when we have-Iwear a diaphram. That was from our old family Doctor, Dr. Robertson-he-he retired you know and that's another reason I called you.""Yes, so you told Miss Naughton. Well now I think I have the picture. Now do try to relax dear lady.""Y-yes D-DoctorOOOOOOH!" He had drawn a white sheet over her body, her upraised, straddled knees making a tent. He turned on a blazing overhead light which aimed down at her loins, and , having drawn on a pair of surgical rubber gloves, applied K-Y jelly to the right forefinger.Dr. Jason Lorton then lifted a corner of the sheet to expose Alma Bridges' upturned, gaping cunt and began to lubricate the labia of the urethral outlet, then the fleshy, crinkly pink labia majora of her voluptuous cunt. The delicate friction and titillation had made her squirm, her head slightly raising, eyes very wide and humid, while a furious wave of crimson suffused her cheeks and forehead."Is there any pain there Mrs. Bridges?" his forefinger pressed lightly against the dainty, secretive clitorial nodule hidden in the protective cowl of palpitating cuntal flesh. It was the first time in her life that hypersensitive threshold of her opulent body had ever been so besieged. Not even Douglas Bridges had overcome his own strict puritanical upbringing and explored his attractive wife's genitalia."N-no-ooooh b-but it-it's so sensitive, Doctor!" she gasped, turning her face to one side."Of course, dear lady. Now I'm going to explore the vagina. Do try to relax all your muscles. I'll try very hard not to give you any discomfort, though at first glance I see a very healthy organism," he said suavely as he reached for the speculum.My goodness, I-I never dreamed it would be like this! He-he's looking into the most private parts of my body-not even Douglas ever did that-this shameless position I'm in, with my knees way up and spread. It-oh, it's just too embarrassing for words-oooh-I can feel the metal prying me apart-ohh dear, it-it's stretching me inside there-ohh gracious, it's the funniest sensationoooh, it-it tickles and I can feel the-the air, the cool air, inside me there-and his head's under the sheet and I know he's seeing everything I've got-oh my, M-Martha never told me it would be like this, I feel so funny, and I-I'm tickling all over and I feel sort of faint and-oooooh!"There we are, all finished, Mrs. Bridges. Now, that wasn't too bad, was it?" He straightened, a benevolently solicitous look on his sophisticated, handsome face. Alma Bridges could only shake her head, still feeling her senses swirl around her."I see no irritation, and there's no trace of vaginismus. No, I think your husband's appraisal was not only erroneous but, if you'll pardon the personal comment, a spiteful slander. You certainly are not frigid.""Ohh!-you-you're sure, D-Doctor?" she quavered, more and more embarrassed to feel the heat of her continuing blushes."Indeed I am, dear lady. I think for your own peace of mind, I ought to prove it to you-with your permission of course.""I-I don't understand w-what you mean, D-Doctor," she faltered."Now I must ask you a very intimate question, dear lady. Have you experienced regular orgasms with your husband?""Ohh! I-I don't really know-I mean, I never went to a doctor before and-" Alma Bridges' voice was faint and unsteady, for this question plunged her into a virtually unknown realm."To use the vernacular does he make you come?""Oh-I-I suppose so-but-" her voice trailed off and her breathing nervously quickened. She could feel the flesh of her inner thighs rippling and twitching, and she had the instinctive desire to clench her thighs. This magnetic stranger was prying into her very psyche, and the revelation was disturbing."You mean, he has his satisfaction and finishes making love, is that it?" his suave baritone voice summoned her back to embarrassing reality. She squirmed uneasily on the examining table, biting her lips till, in a very small voice, she managed, "II suppose that's it, D-Doctor.""Very well, then, dear lady. What I propose to do is demonstrate to you that you are certainly not frigid and quite capable of achieving orgasm. You must believe me when I say that this demonstration is purely clinical. I wouldn't dream of intruding on your emotionally or otherwise, dear lady. I have your permission?"Oh my what in the world is he going to do to me? But he's right, when Douglas m-makes I-love to me in bed, he just pushes in and out of me till he has-what Doctor Lorton called his sa-satisfaction, and that's all there is to it. I thought he was so romantic when we got married because he was the only man I had ever slept with. I guess maybe I've been missing a lotDouglas has a lot of nerve to call me frigid! Aloud, she stammered, "Y-yes, ifif you think it'll show you what's wrong with me, D-Doctor.""I propose to have that there's nothing wrong, just as I said. Now then, close your eyes and just relax yourself completely. Pretend you're in another world," his voice was soft and soothing, and Alma Bridges quivered and shifted on the table. Then she felt his rubber-sheathed fingers begin to stroke her cuntal lips, his left forefinger gliding over the hidden button of her clit, while his right forefinger, daubed with the Y-K jelly, grazed the twitching petals of her pink soft vulva."Ohhh!! Ohh, D-Doctor!" she gasped, lifting her head, hear face scarlet."I don't mean to embarrass you, dear lady. I wouldn't do that for the world. Remember, this is purely in the interest of gynecological science.""Y-yes-ahh-ouuuuu-ohh, it-it tickles, Doctor! Ohh my gracious, what are you d-doingooooh-ahh-oh my L-Lord-I never felt anything like that-ooouuahhhhh!! " Artfully, as he bagan to rub the gradually stiffening nodule of Alma Bridges' clit, his other forefinger pried open the thin pink lips of the vulva and gently inserted to the knuckle, remaining immobile as he concentrated on the manipulation of her clit. Her head fell back, then restlessly began to turn from side to side. Her eyes finally opened, very wide and humid, and fixed on the impersonal white calcimined ceiling above. But her dimpled, delightfully rounded, nylon-sheathed knees jerked involuntarily, and long spasmodic shivers began to race up and down her ripely curvaceous thighs. She could suddenly feel the constricting tightness of her bra as her tits swelled voluminously with an erratic, quickened rhythm, and her toes circled and twisted feverishly."I'm not hurting you, dear lady?""Oh no-oh-ahh-no, ohhhhh Doctor Lorton, it t-tickles-oh my, I've never felt anything like this before-ohhhh I can feel your finger way down inside-ouu-ahh-ohh my G-God-" she moaned as he slowly pressed his right forefinger as far as it would go and began to waggle it, rubbing the sensitive lining of her vaginal walls. Alma Bridges could no longer control the coonvulsive wigglings of her lusciously ripe hips nor the spasms that made the muscles of her calves and thighs flex violently. She put a hand over her eyes, the other arm crossed over her heaving tits, as she abandoned herself to the intense erotic bliss of being frigged."Don't fight it, dear lady. It's healthy and natural and, I fear, something you haven't encountered ofter enough in your married life," he murmured as he quickened his frigging of her clit and began to draw the other finger back and forth inside her palpitating, now wildly sensitized vulva."Uhh-oh my God Doctor-what's happening to m-I feel so faint-my-my heart's pounding soand I-I'm so hot between my l-legs-ohh, Doctor, oh my God-ahhh-ohh ohhhh I can't help it, oh I have to-ahhhhhhhhhh!! " Abandoning all restraint, the opulent dark-brown-haired matron threshed wildly about, arching her hips, then flattening her buttocks as she ground herself this way and that on the table. She was whimpering and sobbing as the gathering waves of hot molten cum began to surge up from the very depths of her womb, carrying all before them like a veritable tidal wave. Now her pelvic basin jerked up and down, emulating the rhythm of fucking to climax, hastening to reach the explosive, appeasing ecstasy she had never really attained before. Finally with a frantic wailing cry she sank back, sprawled and panting, almost swooning as her cuntal sheath seethed with turbulent cum.As in a vague dream, she heard his suave voice murmur, "What a tragedy, dear lady, to be so well endowed with the capacity for passion and not to have it reciprocated. How unappreciative a man must be not to thrill to the responsibility of bringing you to the heights of passion!" And even as she felt her body tingle and shiver with the aftermath of this unknown rapture, she felt the gentle caress of his fingers, now bare, along her inner thighs for an instant. Then, almost impersonally, he said, "I would suggest, dear lady, that you make an appointment for next week, and perhaps I can suggest ways of salvaging your marriage."CHAPTER TWO"Was that big-assed bitch your new patient, lover?" Lucille Naughton purred as she took off her light cloth coat, hung it up on the rack in the reception room. She moved into Dr. Jason Lorton's private office, primping her honey-gold cap-style curls with a slim hand. She was five feet eight inches tall, willowy and vivacious. Her white nurse's uniform hugged her long svelte thighs and high-perched, closely set pear-shaped tits, tightly spaced, spacious oval cheeked behind. Though she wore white stockings and shoes, there was no asexual or antiseptic quality to her uniform. She radiated sensuality, especially with her cat-green eyes, the snub nose, small ripe moist mouth and high-set cheekbones. Twenty-six, she had been Dr. Jason Lorton's nurse-receptionist for three years and his mistress for just a year. He had, he often told himself, handled that situation very adroitly. Lucille had wanted to go to bed with him the very first week of her employment, but he had tactfully put her off till he was ready. And now, she was not only his invaluable aide in adding non-taxable profits to his rapidly growing vault deposits, but also his ardent fucking partner and invaluable in helping him score with many of his desirable patients."Do I detect a note of jealousy in your question, Lucille?" he chuckled as his hands palpated her superbly resilient, firm behind. Her arms linked round his neck and she nuzzled his cheek with her red moist mouth."You do, Jason darling. Was she? I met her coming out of the elevator, and she had that glazed look I recognize when a sexy patient pays you her first visit," Lucille Naughton teased in a soft husky voice."Martha Foster recommended me to her. The usual complaints. Her hubby thinks she's frigid, she's unhappy and at loose ends-""And you're going to waken her, Jason. Oh, well, if you like the type.""Stop being so catty. I didn't fuck her, if that's what you're driving at."