The Gathering




ONE - Meeting With the Doctor

It is late afternoon, roughly four miles from the Pacific Palisades and
the surf at Malibu, under a cloudy, but non-rain threatening sky. A
battered '85 Volvo serves sharply into a tight parking space, wedging
itself firmly between a, much newer red BMW and a dark green Mercedes
convertible.

A dark-haired man in his late forties lithely emerges from the
noticeably physically abused vehicle, slamming the door shut behind
him. Then, rather than walking away, the man takes a vicious kick at
the car door, adding yet another dent to the heavily pockmarked Volvo.
The strange thing is the man expresses no discernible anger and after
examining the dent, calmly walks away from the vehicle.

No pretty boy, leading man here; his skin a weathered copper, with deep
wrinkles around the eyes from a lifetime of squinting in the sun as he
checked his wristwatch.  His course black hair has started to thin; and
his dark brown eyes crinkle as his mouth relaxes in a lazy grin as he
confirms he is exactly on time for his appointment with Dr. Sharon
Lamouerux at the Los Angeles Blood Work Center. He walks purposefully
to the receptionist, smiles down at her and announces his name.

"Good morning, I'm Dutch Perry. I have a 9:45 appointment with Dr.
Lamouerux."

The receptionist, whose name-tag reads "Beverly Smoots,"
coquetteishly returns the smile wondering what it was about this Mr.
Perry that was causing her to become aroused. In turn, he weighed her
look and summarily dismissed any thought of seducing her. Beverly
stopped fidgeting with her bracelet for a moment to glance down at the
appointment book and found his name listed there.

Looking up at him, she gave him the benefit of her professional smile
and brightly chirped, "Yes, Mr. Perry, the doctor will be with you in
a moment. Please have a seat."

Dutch settled into a comfortable chair, and took a moment to adjust
himself aware that he was under the watchful eye of the receptionist;
and telling himself that this was what waiting rooms were designed for,
began to wait.

Dr. Lamouerux didn't keep him waiting, at exactly 9:45 the door to her
office opened and a pert young nurse whose nametag read Cindy Rawlings
called his name. Dutch got up and followed her into the Doctor's
office. After the usual initial medical examination procedures, a woman
of about 40, wearing glasses, came in and Cindy left. Dutch appraised
the doctor as she turned away from him briefly. 'Man,' he thought,
'she's a curvaceous little honey. Great ass and those small, but
high-rising tits straining against the tight blouse have got to be
real. But I think her legs are her best feature.' He was still
devouring her with his eyes when she interrupted his thoughts.

"Good morning Mr. Perry, I'm Doctor Sharon Lamouerux," she said,
adjusting her eyeglasses.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Doctor. Dutch Perry, please ... call me
Dutch, everyone else does."

"Fine, now ... Dutch, tell me what is the problem?"

"Doctor, I lead a  . . . very active, err ... sex life and want ... or
probably need to be tested for STD's on a regular basis. I was hoping I
could get all the essential testing done at one facility, preferably
this one."

"Well, yes, we can certainly help you there," she said and he noted her
voice had grown a little deeper, almost husky. "Please remove your
clothes, you can use the hangers on the door here and I'll be back in a
moment."

Dutch quickly peeled off his black T-shirt and removed his trousers. He
wore no underwear.
There was a short knock on the door and he called out, "Come in, I'm
ready."

Dr. Lamouerux entered and pulled on a pair of latex gloves before
sitting on a stool next to him. Covertly, in the way women the world
over do, she glanced at his bare chest. Studying it intently, as if she
were counting the hairs on his chest; doing some version of a
masculinity calculation known to women only. Taking a deep breath, she
began to examine his genitals. Dutch wasn't sure, but got the
impression the doctor was deciding whether to bed him or not. Then her
professionalism took over and she began a more through examination.

"Do you have any reason to believe you've contracted any sexually
transmitted diseases?" She asked.

"No, but I am very active sexually." He took a deep breath and said,
"And one never knows."

"You're right. One never knows. Peel the foreskin back please."

He did as she asked and the doctor performed a through examination
lasting about three minutes before saying, "You look all right, but we
won't know anything for sure until the blood work is completed, so
let's get on with that aspect, shall we?"

"Anything you say, Doc."

He realized he was getting an erection and as a male nurse (his true
vocation) he knew how they were dealt with and awaited the sharp slap
that was to come. But none did. He stared at the good-looking Doctor
and discovered that she was seemingly entranced with his cock. Her hand
was poised in midair, halfway to the tray containing the needles used
for taking blood. Slowly, just as he released his breath, Dr. Lamouerux
came out of her trance like state, reached out and began to fondle his
testicles.

"You've a lovely cock," she said, her voice laden with lust. His cock
continued to engorge. The expected slap never came. "So nice and
fat."

She continued to fondle him, lightly squeezing his bulging member. "I
see that your cock head is bullet-shaped and then thickens beyond that.
It's most interesting and most unusual. How long is it?"

"A little over seven inches, Doc."

"Dutch, here in the office please call me Sharon if you like," and she
gave him a Cheshire-like grin that signaled him that the good doctor
wanted to suck his cock.

"You must satisfy a lot of women," she said releasing his pulsating
member and licking her upper lip with a startling pink tongue. Then she
turned her professional demeanor back on and said, "Well, the earliest
I can get the results back will be tomorrow afternoon. I'm sorry about
that, but that's out of my control."

Her sincerity rang true and Dutch also knowing the medical profession,
tomorrow was really pushing it. He also knew she would be of help to
him in other ways. Dutch smiled at her and said, "Doc ... err, Sharon,
tomorrow would be wonderful. Shall I drop by and pick up the results?"

Sharon's eyes remained on his still erect dick. "Normally we call the
patient," she licked her lips again. "But since you're anxious to find
out, why not drop by say, around three?"

"Three would be great," he replied and reached out and touched Sharon's
face. "I certainly hope I'm in the clear."

She didn't pull away, but smiled at him.

"You probably are, but if not, well . . . we can certainly help you get
back on track -- at least in most instances. You can get dressed now.
Can you find your way out?"

"Sure I can. So," he said, as his eyes boldly roamed the doctor's
lithe form, "tomorrow at three."

"Three," she smiled and turned to leave the examining room. And
with a lingering look at the doctor's curvaceous rear as she left,
Dutch reached for his shorts and got dressed.

***

Dutch had already planned the rest of his evening. He'd go directly
home to his apartment, throw on a pornographic DVD; consume a six-pack
to complete a relaxing evening. If tomorrow went as expected, he could
start to play around again safely. He envisioned the teenaged
hitchhiker who had triggered his need for a through examination, with
her legs around his neck as he'd fucked her silly in the backseat of
his battered Volvo. 'Great sex, but he knew nothing of her history
and of course he hadn't had time to buy any condoms. Of course, the
next women would require clearances before he went too far with
them,' he told himself.

Dutch approached his car and kicked the door before opening it and
slipped onto the leather interior. He smiled as he thought of all the
people in Los Angeles who puzzled over the many dents in his "Black
Beauty." Actually it was a defensive driving technique he'd picked
up in Paris several years earlier. With all the crazed drivers in La La
Land, the battered condition of his car served to keep others away from
him. This dramatically reduced the number of road rage combatants he
encountered on L.A.'s Freeways. A more useful by-product was that the
car's condition usually created open space for maneuvering in the
morning traffic.

Pulling onto the 10 Freeway, Dutch's thoughts turned to Marilyn, his
ex.

'Ah, Marilyn," he said to himself. "What a great fuck you
were.' And his dick commenced to heat up. He recalled that she'd
loved to get dressed; if one could call going braless and without
panties dressed up; and how on arriving at a nightspot she'd wait
patiently until some stranger eyed her from across the room. "Show
-time, honey," she'd say and start crossing and uncrossing her
beautiful legs until the guy got a hardon watching her. Later Dutch
would join her in the game, running his hand under her skirt and up her
thigh.

If Marilyn thought some guy was observing them she tended to spread her
legs apart signaling him to finger her cunt. Of course, that served to
get the two of them (not counting the voyeur) hotter than hell and
they'd dance, Marilyn rubbing her cunt against his dick until they
had to bolt for the car or he came on the dance floor. Once in a while
she would masturbate herself knowing someone was staring right at her.
Dutch chuckled as he skillfully steered around a tractor-trailer. On
several occasions they had both come on the dance floor. He fixed on
the time she was pulling at his zipper as they made for his Volvo and
she damn near tore his slacks off, ripping a long gash in the material.
He hadn't noticed it at the time, wanting only to stick his dick in
her snatch or have her wrap her lips around his thick, meaty rod.

Another memory drifted in as he increased his speed to 20 miles per
hour over the limit. Shortly after marrying Marilyn, they were invited
to attend her ex-boyfriend's engagement party. The guy, 'the fuck
was his name?' Dutch wondered. 'Earl! That was it. Earl, a nice
enough guy whose lady already had that well fucked-look when they'd
arrived.' Twenty minutes later he'd been urged to dance with her by
Marilyn and she'd moved in tightly to him and whispered, "Marilyn
seems like such a nice girl. I really like her." Dutch had pushed his
rising boner into her and caused her to giggle. "Yeah," he replied,
"she is a very nice girl."

"Well what I don't understand," she'd said, throwing her cunt
right into his boner, "is how she let Earl get away. I mean with his
ten-inch cock and all." Dutch's surprise at her mentioning Earl's
cock size paled as her hand drifted down along his thigh and squeezed
his cock.

"We might be able to arrange a four-some some time," she'd said.
"But it would have to be after we get married." The dance ended and
they had returned to their partners.

Mechanically, Dutch turned off at his exit and mused about that night.
He'd told Marilyn of the offer and learned that good old Earl had
been groping Marilyn's cunt through her dress. It seemed he'd also
mentioned all of them getting together, only he wanted to set it up for
later that evening.

"What do you think?" Dutch had asked her.

"No fucking way!"

"Fine with me," he'd replied and said no more. That of course
prompted Marilyn to open up. "That fucking bastard has a ten inch
schlong on him."

"So I've been told."

"I never told you . . ." And it hit her. "That bitch!" She spat
out, "That two-bit whore!" Marilyn started to laugh. "Let's get
out of here. I want to suck your cock, not his."

Five minutes later, in the front seat of his Volvo she was gobbling him
down the deepest part of her throat. After he'd blown his tubes and
she'd had time to digest her mini-meal, Marilyn had confessed that
Earl, although well-endowed, didn't use his gift properly, instead of
letting the woman grow accustomed to his length, he'd plowed right up
to their cervix, causing more pain and discomfort than pleasure.

'Marilyn, oh Marilyn, what a piece of ass you were,' he thought as
he pulled into his two-car garage. 'It's such a shame we split
up.' He resolved to give her a call in a day or so, maybe she'd
want to get laid for old time's sake.

He chuckled again. 'More than likely,' he thought.

***

The next day at 2:45, Dutch parked his pummeled Volvo in the same space
as he had the day before and strode confidently into the reception
area. The receptionist was not there and the door to the doctor's
office was slightly ajar. Silently he crossed the room until he stood
at the threshold of the door to the examining room, listening for any
sounds within. It was quiet, but then, staining to hear the slightest
sound, he heard it, a soft rustling noise. Cautiously, he edged the
door open an inch at a time until he was able to see a quarter of the
room. Nervously he glanced over his shoulder. 'It wouldn't look
right to be discovered peeping into the doctor's office,' he told
himself, and set a mental alarm against being caught at the door. Only
when he was positive no one was about did he risk a covert look into
the examining room. He spied a woman. 'The nurse, what the fuck was
her name?' Dutch struggled to recall it. 'Candy? No ... Cindy?
Yeah, Cindy or something like that.'

Cindy had her arms around the shoulders of Doctor Sharon, hugging her
close. Both women were nude.

"Don't! Please not now, Cindy. I've got a patient coming any
minute."

"Can't stop Sharon, I'm coming . . . Right NOW!" The nurse
sobbed as she brushed her lips over the doctor's ample breasts just
before she puled away from Cindy's pursed lips.

"Hello?" Dutch called out, having backed a few feet away from the
door.

"Just a moment, Mr. Perry, Sharon called out. "I'll be right with
you." And in a soft whisper, she scolded Cindy. "Compose yourself.
Show him in and then don't disturb us, understand?"

"But . . . I . . ."

"Cindy! Do you understand?" The fury in her voice surprised Dutch.

"Yes, Doctor. I understand fully," the nurse said, quickly
relenting. But her voice conveyed a hatred that she managed to hide
when she came out to Dutch and with a plastic smile, ushered him into
the examining room where Dr. Lamouerux was waiting.

"You're exactly on time Mr. Perry."

"I try to be punctual Doctor, especially when I know I won't be
kept waiting." He took in the grayish business suit and white blouse
she wore. 'The woman knew how to dress,' he thought.

"Thank you, you're very kind."

"Please, it's Dutch."

"And Sharon . . ."

"Of course, Sharon."

"I have the report and your work up right here."

"Anything I should be worried about?"

"Hmmm. Sit down Dutch."

He sat down in the chair, suddenly uneasy.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more specific. I meant on the
table here," she gestured with her hand and he hopped up on the
table, crinkling the paper underneath.

"Dutch, would you mind taking your penis out please?"

"Sure," he responded and opened his fly and removed his cock, which
was starting to swell. Doctor Lamouerux leaned close to him and using
two fingers pried his penis out of his trousers.

"Just as I thought," she said.

Mildly alarmed, Dutch blurted, "What is it?"

Sharon smiled at him. "You've got a perfectly beautiful cock, with
an extraordinary thick shaft."

"Well . . . I . . ."

"No, no, Mr., excuse me, Dutch, but it is exceptional and if you
don't mind, I'd like to suck it for a while."

Surprised and obviously relieved, Dutch replied, "Be my guest, Doc .
. . I mean Sharon."

But Sharon didn't hear him for she was already kissing and licking
the bullet-shaped knob of his fully engorged cock.

His cock twitched in Sharon's mouth. Gently, she eased it from
between her lips and asked, "Is it trying to tell me something with
all that twitching and jumping, Dutch?"

Deciding to get busy himself, Dutch opened the highest buttons on her
blouse and reached inside to caress her bra encased breasts. Sharon
moaned loudly and Dutch realized Cindy could hear and probably see
everything going on. 'Fuck it,' he decided after a moment's
hesitation and plopped Sharon's right tit from her bra. It was a
delightfully cone-shaped tit with a large puffy nipple that looked
exactly like a strawberry. He said nothing, but twisted her puffed up
bud, causing her to gasp with pain.

"Mmmmmm! I like it rough. Do you?" She asked as she leaned forward
and took just the huge head between her lips and French-kissed it,
swirling it round and round his knob.

It was his turn to groan, and he did, loudly enough to hear an angry
Cindy slam a drawer in the outer room. He returned his concentration to
the Doctor.

'Sharon, damn it, her name is Sharon, remember it!' He castigated
himself and then discovered her looking up at him and smiling briefly
before sliding her hand to his testicles, giving them a gentle squeeze.
It was his turn to emit the sound best described as "Mmmmmm!"

Then she was deep-throating him once again and he saw stars as his huge
member bulged her cheeks out as it coursed down the walls of her throat
until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair. Soft moans of pleasure
issued from her clogged trachea and she sucked for air as well as the
heavily veined cock lodged firmly in her esophagus. Finally she
released him from her deep confines, running her tongue from bulbous
tip to his hairy base.

"Christ," Sharon groaned, "I love the taste of you. I love the
feel of your cock in my mouth. I could stay like this all day, nursing
your cock . . ." She licked her lips and her eyes sparkled.

"It's kind of like an all-day sucker," she said chortling at her
lousy pun.

"And you don't see many of them these days, do you?" Dutch
couldn't help but ask.

"I see plenty of cocks, Dutch. In fact, I get to suck plenty of them
too. But you're built differently than most." She took a long lick,
ending by slurping happily on his now purplish knob. "And I could . .
." She paused to kiss his slit that oozed pre-cum. "suck on you all
day. And what's more, I have to tell you how impressed I am of you
not having come already. You've got great staying power."

She swallowed him deeply again, delicately cupping his balls with one
hand and reaching to tantalize his scrotum with the other. Dutch moaned
in pleasure and held her head between both hands. Sharon dislodged his
cock, pulled away and hissed crudely in his ear. "I'm going to
swallow your cock and fuck you up the ass."

"Sharon," he replied, "you're my kind of woman, 90 percent
slut, ten percent angel." Then it was his turn to grunt with pain as
her unlubricated finger finished circling his anus and suddenly darted
in to the knuckle.

"That's it BITCH! Do me now, 'cause I'm gonna rattle your bones
when my dick slams into YOUR ass hole."

Sharon removed his cock from her mouth, but continued jabbing away at
his ass, and looking directly in his eyes, said, "I love it when you
talk dirty to me," and absorbed his member again.

Dutch realized his balls were resting squarely on her chin and marveled
at Sharon's adeptness in giving head. 'Got to be the best
cocksucker I've ever met,' he told himself. Meanwhile, Sharon added
to her glowing reputation by establishing a slow rhythm to both her
anal probing and munching on his throbbing cock.

He was enjoying her technique so much that he forgot to concentrate and
soon found himself pumping his load down her throat before he even
realized it was happening. Nonplussed, Sharon continued her torrid
sucking, swallowing his heavy load without losing a drop. Dutch lay
back and closed his eyes. She continued sucking on him and toying with
his balls until he was erect again. Dutch was all for fucking her right
then and there, but Sharon suggested they rest a little. She got up and
poured both of them a glass of white wine.

Placing her glass on a nearby tray, Sharon turned back to him and said,
"I fuck kinda like I suck - all out. Believe me you need some rest,
honey."

"What . . ." he started to say, but choked a little after
swallowing too much wine. After coughing several times and then
catching his breath, he continued. "What about your nurse, or is she
your receptionist?"

Sharon arched her eyebrow and then paused to remove her shoes before
responding. "She's an employee. She likes working here. There
won't be any problem." With that, she hiked up her skirt and tugged
down her pantyhose.

"Stop right there," he said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. I just want to sniff your
pussy."

She laughed and thrust her pelvis at him. "Be my guest."

Gripping her panty-clad ass with both hands, he pressed his face into
her crotch.

"Going to eat your way in?" Sharon chided, secretly hoping he would
rip her underwear from her torso and devour her.

She understood his muffled reply well enough and became excited enough
to reach a borderline orgasm. And she shuddered again as his teeth tore
a large gash in her silken panties, taking a small amount of pubic hair
with it.

"OUCH!"

A split second later Dutch's mouth was planted firmly on her cunt and
she could feel his tongue as explored the outer folds of her cunt.

He spoke to her, softly but clearly. "Your pussy is oozing Doctor. A
translucent fluid or maybe I should say cunt juice."

She groaned and nipped his ear.

Dutch found her opening growing ever wider as his finger moved about.
He added a second finger, then a third, smearing the trickling wetness
around her slit. Sharon threw her head back and moaned loudly.

Dutch tore his face from her pussy and laughed. "Nothing as sexy as
the feel of a hot tongue on an even hotter cunt is there?"

"No!" She gasped, clutching his arm for support.

"What about your . . .  employee?"

"I don't . . . understand?"

"Will she eat you while I'm fucking you?"

"WHAT!" Sharon yelped as if she were infuriated by his question. In
fact, it served to arouse her even more.

"You heard me," he growled and twisted his fingers inside her,
bringing on a mixed wave of pain and pleasure.

She had to catch her breath before answering. "I guess . . ." she
conceded. "I pay her salary."

"And she's done it once or twice before, hasn't she?"

"No, she has not." Trying to sound convincing enough for him to
believe her.

"Oh I didn't mean with you and another guy. I meant with you."

"You're very observant," Sharon said sarcastically.

"I was watching earlier."

"It figures."

"So, go on, call her in."

"She won't fuck you, Dutch."

"I don't care, but don't bet on it."

"Damn you!" the doctor seethed, "all right. Inwardly, Sharon
couldn't have been more pleased. This was a special fantasy of hers
and she had long given up any hope of having it fulfilled.

"Cindy?" Sharon called weakly.

"Louder," Dutch chided. "She can't hear you."

"CINDY!"

"CINDY! Would you please come in here?"

Cindy stood in the doorway, her face flushed, her starched white
uniform clinging tightly to her legs, her lacy underwear evident
beneath.

"Did you call Doctor? She fought to keep her composure even after
seeing the two of them almost naked on the office couch.

"Well, Dutch," Sharon said with a shyness that surprised him,
"how do you want us?"

Dutch shrugged and said, "Cindy why don't you lie down on the couch
here. Oh, take off your undies and hike that skirt up around your
waist."

"Fuck you Jack!" She spat out hotly.

"My name's Dutch and I want you to join us. Sharon wants to go down
on you and I'm going to fuck her while she does."

"I said; fuck you, whoever you are!"

"Cindy! Get your bony ass over here. PRONTO!"

Cindy blurted out, "Sharon! How can you do this to me?" She was in
tears and her mascara was running down her cheeks. "What we have . .
." She said and couldn't finish. Sobs racked her lithe frame and
Sharon moved to comfort her.

"I . . . I didn't  . . . I don't mean to hurt you darling. Oh,
Cin, I do love you so."

Still sobbing, but obviously deriving solace from having Sharon's
arms around her, Cindy whimpered, "You yelled at me; scolding me as
if I were a child."

Cindy's nose was running and Sharon wiped it with a tissue. Dutch
looked on from the couch.

"I love you Cindy. But you know I go both ways. And you KNOW how I
love cock, especially big cocks."

"I know, I know," she said wiping a tear away. "But I still hate
it. I hate it that you need them."

"Well now I need you as well. Will you join us? I promise he won't
touch you. I will and you can touch me, but Dutch will also be touching
me."

Sniffling, Cindy regained her composure, and relented. "So . . . So
what should I . . ."

"For the moment," Sharon said gently, "just leave everything on,
lay down on the end of the couch there."

"What if . . ." Cindy began, but Sharon interrupted her.

"Lay down. I'll do the rest baby and you'll love it. I
promise." She kissed Cindy on the mouth and led her to the couch.
Cindy lay down as instructed.

"Please get up Dutch," Sharon asked gently and he did.

"Now Cin put your leg . . . yes, up like that. Ummm, good, and put
this one on the floor. Yes, fine, now I'm going to slip my head under
your uniform, you needn't remove anything, okay?"

"All right," she said sniffling again. Then she wiped her hand
across mascara-smeared eyes and appeared to relax. Dutch thought she
resembled an extra in a vampire movie.

Sharon knelt on the couch between Cindy's spread legs and making sure
to raise her ass for Dutch's benefit, dove under Cindy's uniform,
pulled her lacy panties to the side and tickled her clit with her
nimble tongue.

"Ohhhh!" Cindy gasped, and Dutch, fully aroused, moved behind
Sharon and slapped her ass with his meaty hose while he watched
Sharon's head dancing under Cindy's uniform.

Soon Cindy was crying out incoherently, thrusting her hips up to meet
the Doctor's thrusting tongue. Taking a cue from Sharon, Dutch pried
her ass cheeks apart and slowly forced two of his slippery fingers into
her pinkish asshole. This brought a muffled groan from Sharon. He
smiled and began a slow, methodical finger-fucking of her tight ass.
Soon Sharon was squealing with delight.

Cindy continued to writhe on the couch, her fists, initially balled up,
were now uncurled and squeezing her generous breasts. The only sounds
in the room were those of the participants panting and the soft,
squishy noises produced by tongues and juice-lubricated fingers.

Dutch took a moment to admire Sharon's figure. Her ass was nice and
firm and she had a lush pussy covered with a light blond bush barely
exposing her jutting pink outer labia. Her legs were in proportion to
her size, which he estimated at about 5 feet 4 without heels. He was
already impressed with her conical tits and luscious strawberry
puffies.

Before he started to eat her pussy, Dutch noted Sharon was now also
using her fingers on Cindy.
Using his free hand he spread her cunt open and started licking the
pink walls. Sharon shivered. Cindy moaned. And Dutch groaned happily as
he discovered Sharon's clit protruding from under its protective
hood.

Sharon shivered again and began to come. But she continued pleasuring
Cindy and soon both were in the throes of orgasmic bliss. Dutch waited
patiently for Sharon to recover then rammed his fat cock into her gushy
cunt. On his second stroke he was in to the hilt, leaving Sharon
gasping in both surprise and pleasure.

"Jesus, that feels good!" She cried out from under Cindy's
uniform while wriggling her ass, hoping to get even more of his cock
inside her.

"Eat her out again!" Dutch ordered and Sharon quickly renewed her
sucking of Cindy's twat.

Dutch thought he could sense Sharon's fingers probing deep inside
Cindy's cunt; and then, all too soon, Sharon's ass began wildly
bucking. Dutch responded by going into jackhammer mode, slamming his
fat cock in and out, his balls slapping against her sternum and
incidentally crushing Sharon's face into Cindy's mushy cunt.

It wasn't simultaneous, but all three came quickly, first Sharon;
then Dutch; and last, but not least, Cindy.

Cindy was frosty, but friendlier as they say their good byes. Dutch
promised Sharon he would stop by later in the week for a testosterone
shot and made an appointment for an infectious disease work up the
following month. He kissed her goodbye and made his way to the
pockmarked and pitted vehicle on shaky but confident legs.