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The Examination
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
MC, Mdom, preg
Point of View: Third Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: A routine gynecological examination at The
Clinic becomes something much more for a snooty young
lawyer.
First Posted 10/0/98
Last Edited 10/20/02


Kathy Black was mad as hell.  It was 5:15 and she had
been sitting in her gynecologist's office for FORTY
FIVE minutes waiting for her 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 in gratitude?

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

Trent's family didn't like Kathy.  Daddy thought she
was a bitch and a high-class 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 her bed was no trouble; he
was a horny old goat.  Fucked damned good, too. 
Better than Trent, but then, who didn't?  The next
morning, however, Bob just laughed at her and said he
had only wanted to see just how big a slut his
damnfool son was marring.  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.  "Suzie" was yacking away on the
telephone.  Kathy cringed at her own politically
incorrect characterization of the young woman who was,
no doubt, a victim of an oppressive patriarchal
society, but dammit, she was such 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 new premises also had Kathy's nose
out of joint.  Dr. Janet McGuire's former office had
been a suite in a downtown office block near Kathy's
own.  When Kathy had made this appointment for her
annual check-up, she had been surprised to learn that
Janet's office had moved.  Whatever possessed Janet to
bring her downtown obstetrics and gynecology practice
-- so convenient for career women like herself -- to
this large old house on the outskirts of town?  The
grounds were indeed spacious and the setting was
beautiful in a bucolic sort of way, but so out of
character for Janet.  Kathy had chosen Janet as her
OBGYN in part because they were similar types:
ambitious, single, hard-working, hard-playing city
girls.

If the house and grounds were puzzling, the new decor
was ghastly.  Kathy had appreciated the former
understated 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 Jerry Springer 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,"
"Foreign Afairs," 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 one was "Total
Woman."  Kathy leafed through it in disgusted
fascination.  She couldn't believe Janet knew what was
out here in her waiting room.  This publication was an
insult to any modern woman.  It was filled with
"advice" on how to look, dress, talk, and act to
please men.  "Men Like Minis," "The Lost Art of Being
Seduced," "Let Him Give You Super Orgasms."  "Is
Breast Enlargement for You?"  (If you were less than a
natural DD, the unsurprising answer was "yes.") 
Revolting!

The articles that didn't deal with having sex were
about having babies.  "Convincing Him to Give You
Another Child - In Bed,"  "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's always
wanted Mommy to have more babies and Mommy loves Daddy
so much she let him give her one."  And not to worry
because "Daddy makes enough money so Mommy doesn't
have to work anymore and can stay home to take care of
you and your new little brothers and sisters." 
Outrageous!  Judging by the reading material, the OB
part of the practice seemed to have swallowed up the
GYN.

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

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

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

Suzie asked a lot of the usual questions.  She seemed
really to perk up when she heard that Kathy wasn't
using any contraception (she was making Trent wait at
least until the wedding) and in the middle of her
menstrual cycle, as instructed to schedule the
appointment.  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 manage when she
didn't have a man to "get her off?"

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

"Oh, the doctor lets her leave early every afternoon
so she can nurse her new baby."

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.  The experience had left Ruth with a rather
sour (realistic, in Kathy's opinion) view of men. 
Ruth had never so much as mentioned dating.  How, in
less than a year since Kathy's last appointment, had
Ruth met (and married?) a man and let him make her
pregnant?  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 career woman
like Ruth with almost grown children?  No, Kathy
thought, 'she' wouldn't!  That's why she'd let some
guy make her tummy swell.

"Kathy, 'darling.'"

Kathy was still trying to digest the news about Ruth
as her head snapped around.  Kathy was in for her
second shock. Her friend Emma Parks 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 from under an almost
indecently short maternity dress.  She looked about
seven months gone.

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

"Knocked up!" 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 she had to admit that Frank,
a gentle, funny suitor, seemed OK for Emma.  The
rising marketing executive had told her, however, that
after the wedding Frank had turned out to be "kind of
a Neanderthal."  "He would keep me home, barefoot and
pregnant all the time if I didn't hold him off," she
had laughed.  Whatever Frank wanted, Emma didn't plan
on giving him any children for some time, however,
until her career was better established, she had said.
 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.

"Thanks.  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 just had to have it 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?"

"Even so, 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 doing fine and
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 Frank's going to have me 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 know Janet even had a ...
boyfriend.  Who is the James she's married?"

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

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

"I don't know the whole story," Emma began, lowering
her voice.  "James was just out of medical school and
came her for an interview.  Janet seems to have kind
of fallen for him in a big way.  She let him invite
her out for dinner the first day they met.  I hear she
took him back to her apartment that same 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
had moved in with Janet and was 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," Emma explained as
Kathy blanched.  "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
Dr. Janet McGuire she knew, not only taking up with a
man ten years younger than she, but immediately
letting him knock her up before he married her (even
if he is a 'hunk' as Emma so irritatingly asserted). 
Nor could she see Janet pulling out of her medical
practice for an extended period to care for herself
and a baby because "James though she should."

"When is Janet coming back?" Kathy inquired.

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

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

"Kathy, the doctor will see you now."

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

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

"Now, now, Kathy.  Don't be upset.  Dr. Bock will not
want to see you like that.  Just slow down.  Take a
few deep breaths.  We've done everything we can here
to create a calm, peaceful atmosphere.  We've taken
you far form the hustle and bustle of the city.  This
should be a soothing, comforting place where a woman
can leave her 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 nervous child, going on and on about
being relaxed and calm?  Amazingly, though, it was
working; she 'was' starting to unwind as the sexy
woman continued to speak.  Amaka had such a soft yet
commanding voice and Kathy couldn't take her eyes off
of those luscious breasts and the pendant that was
flashing...  flashing in her eyes.  In fact, it was
getting hard to remember just why she had ever been
upset in the first place.  Kathy wasn't really paying
attention to what Amaka was saying anymore.  She
leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

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

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

It felt strange, but nice to let this sexy woman
undress her like a little girl being put to bed for
the night by her nanny.  Soon her blouse had been laid
aside and her brassiere was unclasped and placed
beside her blouse.  "You have lovely breasts," Amaka
whispered as she fondled them, sending little thrills
to Kath's pussy.  Kathy felt pleased 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.  Except for her
heels, 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, Kathy.  I am going to examine these
very pretty titties," Amaka explained.  Slowly, with
almost feathery touches, she began to brush and stroke
Kathy's breasts which immediately hardened.  Seeing
the effect this had on the semi-conscious young woman,
Amaka began a more decided massaging and gentle
pinching of the protruding nipples.

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

"Oh, no!" Kathy whimpered.

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

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathy sighed.

"Are you ever a juicy one!  Your boyfriend doesn't
know what he's missing.  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 Amaka do you.  It's so easy to
come on my fingers...  Let your self go, baby.  You
want to come so bad...  I can make you feel so good,
honey...  Relax...  Don't fight me, baby...  Let me
give you want...  what you need...That's it, hump my
hand, baby... It feel so good...  You're getting
there.  So...close...  NOW!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The young doctor removed the headphones from the
sleeping woman and spoke.  "Hello, Kathy.  I'm Dr.
Bock.  Can you hear 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?"

"U Huh."

"Good, now listen carefully...."

It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the
instructions and for her to acknowledge each one. 
"Good.  Now be sure to take your pills and listen to
the tapes every day, so you won't continue to suffer
the kind of sexual inhibitions that have been
troubling you."  Kathy was still lying down, but
managed to nod her agreement, although she felt a
little confused.  She had not 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 sexual intercourse with sufficient frequency. 
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.  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.  This made sense to her.

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

Kathy nodded again, a little embarrassed to admit it,
since she knew she was supposed to get fucked at least
once a day.  It was hard to concentration on 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, no, never a whole day," Kathy agreed.

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

"I get really horny and kind of confused," Kathy said
as if reciting a lesson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think

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

"Oh, yes," she moaned.  "A cock."

"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."
<pause>
"Yeah, she's sort of out of it right now; she came
three or four times before I gave it to her."
<pause>
"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."
<pause>
"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 week end long."
<pause>
"Yeah, I'd give her another half hour here, to
recover, an hour to get home, another hour for the
first pill to take effect.  If you call her about
7:30, she should be hot enough to fuck a fence post."
<pause>
No, I am not implying anything about your way with the
ladies."
<pause>
Just call her, Paul.  You won't be disappointed."
<pause>
"Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his check."

*****

Six weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming
reception area.  She had been waiting for the results
of the test for forty five minutes, but she was not
mad.  In fact she was quite entertained.  She nodded
as Jerry was interviewing one of a spate of career
women who had given up their jobs to start having
babies, several of them, not their husbands'.  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 Paul's invitation to dinner on an
impulse, mainly because she had the urge for some male
company that night.  Well, that's what she got!  Ten
minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up, his hand
was down the front of her blouse and she was gasping
with pleasure as he felt up her titties.  Before she
knew it, his hands were in her pants, too, making her
come like there was no tomorrow.  A heartbeat later
Kathy was on her back with her heels in the air and
Paul Graves was fucking her brains out.  She didn't
get to eat a thing that night, though Paul did.  Most
nights since she had spent with her legs wide apart
and Paul's big cock pounding her pussy to delirium.

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

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

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

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

"Dealing with the Wife," Kathy read.  This magazine
had the most useful articles!  Yes, Betty Graves was
going to be a problem when Paul finally told her.  She
was probably a very nice person and 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 expecting
number six, Betty just didn't have the energy to keep
up with a man of Paul's libido.  Paul had told Kathy
that even before he got Betty pregnant again, she
would only make love two or three times a week and
never more than once a night.  Silly woman!  This had
to have been torture for Paul who could give a woman
so much.  Kathy smiled and felt a slight wetness
between her legs as she remembered how much Paul had
given her in his office, bent over his desk, during
the "noontimer" 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.  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?" she asked mischievously.

"Right again!  How did you know?"

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

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

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

"More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile.

"Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening.

"More!"

"Three times?  Get outta here!" Amaka exploded in
laughter.

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

"Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe.  "Fuck
him dry, 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.

"Yeah, she grinned.  And let met tell you; it makes
you sooo much hornier."

"Whose is it?" she inquired.

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

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

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

"I really don't think ..."

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

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

*****

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." Kathy droned.

"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 using any
contraceptives?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But...  but...?"

"It's OK, Kathy.  Nothing wrong with being a single
woman and pregnant.  Many of my patients your age are
deciding it's time to start having babies.  It's very
natural that you just could not wait any longer to
start making babies.  You must remember, however, that
it was your choice.  YOU decided not to use your
contraceptives when you wanted to have sex and YOU
never asked your boyfriend to use protection.  He's a
married man, right?"

"Yes," Kathy admitted.

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

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

"I believe you, Kathy," James said reassuringly.  "But
he may think that you were trying to trap him.  He may
be upset when you tell him.  You have to make sure he
knows YOU decided to have his baby."

"Yes, Doctor.  But how?"

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

"OK," Kathy acknowledged.

Of course, you'll still need lots of sex, pregnancy
makes women need it bad, so keep screwing him if he
wants, but you'll understand if he goes back to his
wife.  So after this baby is born, he may not be
around.  But you won't mind.  You'll need to find
someone else to make you pregnant next time.  You'd
like to have lots and lots of babies, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, doctor!"

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

"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 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
her damned case worker's office for FORTY FIVE minutes
waiting for the 4:30 appointment.  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, just 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, "oversexed slut" 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 even with a big black vibrator, she
stayed 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 belly where his next little brother
or sister was growing rapidly.

The End

But not really:  Read "On Further Examination"

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