Arousing Leigha Ch. 04

At least it started on time. David was very punctual, showing up fully professional, scrubs and all. He took several minutes explaining what was going to happen and how it would benefit her. Finally, he offered her a chance to back out.

"No way," she said. She needed relief from the pain.

It stung.

When David injected her it definitely caught her attention. Then he had her lay back on the treatment table. Even in her state of mind it caught her attention that there was something about the treatment table. She had been on a number of them in the past. This one seemed so different. It was much larger, both in length and width, and wasn't nearly as hard as the others. It was more like a small portable bed than a treatment table.

That was as long as she had to think. Within minutes she blinked, closed her eyes, and was out.

David waited for five minutes before he touched her. This was a critical period. He couldn't just delve in to satisfy his hunger. Instead, he had to make sure she was fully under his control before he could proceed. He had already established a procedure, as silly as it seemed, that always worked.

He picked up her foot and slowly began to massage it. He knew nobody would object to any extent if they were not all the way under and if questioned he could easily justify it as "having seen something he wanted to check out." It had happened twice before.

She didn't respond at all. Things were going well.

Carefully he took each of her toes and pulled slightly, causing them to "pop." This was totally different. Not only would a conscious woman definitely want to know what was happening but also it was a very sensitive area that would surely draw a response if the patient were not totally under the influence. Not once had he ever had a response to it.

It was time. David abandoned her feet and slowly untied the little string behind her neck that held her gown up. With trembling hands he very slowly slid it off and down her body, inch by inch, leaving her exposed as he went.

First her breast, then her stomach was revealed to him. There was Leigha...exposed, uninhibited, and very, very beautiful. Even though he had seen her on video it wasn't the same. David couldn't imagine a woman having more perfect breasts. Although not large, they stood firmly out from her chest and were tipped by the longest, most exquisite nipples he thought he had ever seen.

Her flat stomach heaved slightly with every breath before dipping down to that wonderful valley that David had imagined would be perfect. He wasn't disappointed. Leigha had a bit of a protruding mound, covered heavily in a dark thatch of curly soft hair that had obviously been allowed to grow naturally. No bikini trims for this woman!

David sucked in his breath and with a shaking voice said, "Just beautiful." It was tempting to reach out and fill his hands and senses with her bounty but he had waited a long time for this, visualizing many times how perfect it would be. He promised himself not to mess it up by getting in a hurry. And thank goodness he didn't have to share the moment with Dusty or Rhonda. He didn't mind it so much in the past with other women but this was special.

Rhonda would have laughed. While David had been spending so much time planning his approach and how it would be, Rhonda had never stopped with her devious plot, either. She knew that this was not an even playing field and she was going to have to make her own rules.

After she had left Leigha in room three she waited behind her receptionist desk for a while, talking to Marty and watching the clock. This wasn't the first time she had done this and knew to some degree how far things would have progressed.

But there was another little matter that she had to resolve first. A few weeks ago it wouldn't have crossed her mind but now that everything was happening a little doubt clouded her thoughts.

For all her sexual escapades with Dusty and the voracity in which David approached her, she started having second thoughts about how a man as young and good looking as Marty would react to her. Especially having a wife as young and beautiful as Leigha. She had assumed Marty would be interested in her charms but maybe that wouldn't be the case. And wouldn't it be the pits if she came on to him and the only reaction she got was him whispering to others that she had done it!

"What the hell! Let's see what happens," she thought.

Excusing herself for a minute she went in the rest room and removed her bra. She knew her breast were prime and had caught the attention of men for many years. But how about a really young man, totally dedicated to his wife? Even if her tits were much larger than Leigha's. Here goes.

Marty was sitting in a chair right beside a small table covered with magazines. Rhonda came out of the rest room and went to the magazines, first straightening them out then going through them as if she were looking for something to read. In order to do so she was leaning way over, her loose scrub top falling open right in front of Marty's face.

She heard his breath suck in deeply. If it had been possible she could have heard his heart beat harder.

"Shit, she's beautiful," he thought. He couldn't believe she was putting them out on display for him. Wow! Unbelievable.

Rhonda closed her eyes a minute and thought, "Thank you," to nobody in particular. She stayed in the leaning position for a full minute before she returned to her desk with a magazine in hand. Well, that was answered.

It had been instant and she could even see it from where she was...his hard on. Nice and stiff, unable to be hid in the loose shorts he was wearing. Whether or not anything else happened she knew one thing. Marty was a tit man and he certainly liked hers.

What the heck! She knew he wasn't going to be timing her. Every two minutes or so she would walk back over and go through the magazines again.

"You know, sometimes there just isn't a thing to read in these," she laughed. She never stood up as she spoke, though, leaving her breast dangling in front of him longer and longer each time as she thumbed through the magazines.

"Why had I been so worried," she thought. "This is fun."

He was as easy as a teenager but his attention to her was already starting to draw moisture out of her. She had her own little "hard on" going.

Finally, she excused herself and entered the storeroom that led to room three. In the past she always made sure that the door was locked behind her to ward off accidental intruders. Not today. She left the door opened a foot or so after she entered.

With the nagging doubts behind her she decided to at least start setting the bait. For all their planning, no telling how many times she would actually get to set the snare. She wanted to, at least to some degree, get Marty involved in the action tonight. It was going to take a few visits before she would give him an unexpected education about his sweet Leigha.

She knew from his personality that he wouldn't follow her into the room. Not today. What he would do, however, was to be able to hear some of the sounds emitting from room three. She'd make sure of that, turning up the little speaker just enough to tease his senses.

David paused above Leigha, totally unaware of the situation outside. It was time.

Holding his breath a little, he leaned over and brushed her lips with his. He knew from past experience that it would cause no reaction. He just wanted her to feel his touch, her easy breathing pushing back lightly to him. Even this caused his hard to stiffen even more. She was such a Goddess!

He glanced at the wall clock to see where he stood. As much as he would like to make it last all night, he knew he couldn't. His hand went to Leigha's knee and started a small, light rotation. He always wondered just how much of the foreplay was effective but since he got such a huge rush out of it himself he wasn't about to curtail it any.

He took her right nipple into his warm mouth, licking it first then starting a gentle sucking. How large could he coax it to grow? How long would it be before he would get a reaction, either physically or audible?

His hand slid slowly, gently up the inside of her leg. It knew its destination very well...that tight little bundle of nerves nesting peacefully in that mound.

It took minutes that seemed like seconds and then again like an hour. Finally he was there, a finger brushing lightly over a hidden clit while he continued to coax her nipples into life. She stayed motionless the whole time, not so much as moving a finger.

David wondered out loud, "I wonder if she feels any of this."

O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, yes. She felt it!

Leigha was floating. She was in a room but what room. There was a man. Sometimes it looked like Dr Ryan, sometimes like Marty, even at others like Dusty. She couldn't seem to hone in on it.

One reason was because of the distraction. The light touches that were enveloping her senses. She tried to mentally capture it as it happened...the mouth and tongue caressing her lips, fingers teasing her inner thighs, and especially her nipples. There was obviously a mouth paying her intense homage there. What had started as touches were quickly building into erotic impulses that her slurred senses were trying to grasp.

David knew he couldn't wait any longer. It was time for step two.

He lifted her legs slightly and repositioned himself so that her legs were draped over his arms and his face was within inches of Leigha's crotch. There was a sudden and intense increase in his heartbeat. Slowly he used his thumbs to spread her folds.

Oh, my goodness. What the videos did not show!

Leigha's clitoris was almost a mirror image of her nipples. It was huge, much larger than most he had seen. He couldn't help but wonder if it naturally protruded out as far as it was or if his manipulations had stroked it into action.

He couldn't dwell on it. Time was not on his side. Slowly, savoring each second and each touch, he lowered his warm mouth and began a gentle sucking. How would she respond?

Leigha may not have been responding to the situation at the time but somebody else was. Hidden in her little dark hallway, the speaker catching every sound, Rhonda leaned against the wall. Her right hand was buried deep inside the front of her scrub pants, fingers gently manipulating her swollen clit.

Her attention was riveted to the scene before her more ways than one. Although it was very erotic so far it wasn't exactly overwhelming as far as sexual activities went. Leigha was a lump, not having a better word to describe it. Rhonda had seen women react much faster than this.

What was catching her eye was the way David was reacting. He was approaching this more with reverence than desire, approaching her very slowly. In the past, most women she watched would already either be squirming with the pleasure of his mouth or be adjusting to that big cock burying deep inside her.

But not Leigha. David was obviously stretching this out, enjoying every second. He'd better watch it, she mused. He might run out of time before he had a chance to give her that cock. Wouldn't that be something if he were to miss taking her all the way after the years of waiting and planning?

She smiled to herself. Slowly and quietly she walked far enough back into the darkened storage room that she could see Marty sitting in the waiting room reading a magazine. She knew he couldn't see her in the darkness so she continued to rub herself for a few seconds as she watched him. What was it going to be like to have that young cock inside of her? And she was going to have him!

But that would have to wait. Right now she had a spectacle to attend.

David glanced up at his watch. He was in heaven, his face buried in Leigha's crotch and catching her intoxicating aroma. My God, she smelled and tasted wonderful. The problem was that to this point there had been absolutely no reaction from her.

Had he misjudged her? Maybe she wasn't as sexually responsive as they had assumed. Or worse still, had he miscalculated the dosage? If so, there may be other factors to consider that went beyond sexual games.

Somebody else was thinking the same thing. Rhonda's self indulgence slowed a bit as she watched the developments. Always by this time there was at least some reaction. She wondered if, by chance, Leigha was one of many women who responded wildly to her own touch but had difficulty getting off with a man. She knew one thing for sure...David had been giving her a wonderful and intense licking on her clit and she had not yet responded.

They shouldn't have worried. Leigha was in turmoil, her body totally aware of a wonderful mouth and exploring fingers ravaging her body. It was just that her mind was so busy trying to locate, separate, understand...she just couldn't get it all in place. She was sure of a man's touch but just who?

She let go. She quit trying to understand, to reason. Finally, her sense of pleasure overrode her brain and she just succumbed to it.

It was small. It would normally not have been a noticeable gesture. But to David and Rhonda it was like a pistol shot.

Leigha's little moan. It barely came out but it came out. At the same time was a tiny thrust of her pelvic, pushing her clit towards the unknown source of pleasure.

She might as well stood up and said, "I'm here!" Both David and Rhonda knew they were on their way.

Within two minutes it went from the barely audible whisper to deep moans accompanying her rolling hips. Leigha was riding David's face like one of the ranch horses, grinding into him and grasping his head with both hands.

Oh, yeah. Her body had come alive along with her burning senses. Now, finally, David was on familiar grounds. He knew exactly how to manage her and the time left.

It wasn't lost on Rhonda either. As Leigha's moans became louder, more mournful, she slowly turned up the speaker. She wanted at least some of it to reach Marty.

Mission accomplished! Marty heard the moaning and winced. Jeez, even with the medication she must really be in a lot of pain. He felt sorry for her and put down the magazine for a while. He hoped she was getting treated well.

Quite well, Marty! Rhonda turned the sound back down just as Leigha climbed to the top of her hill. She was totally immersed in pleasure, not caring now or questioning the source. David's was her nipples unmercifully hard between his fingers and had abandoned any gentleness with his mouth.

After only a few seconds of intense hard sucking at high speed Leigha blew sky high. Her head came up to watch the perpetrator then swung back and forth as she moaned loudly.

"A-a-a-a-u-u-u-g-g-g-h-h-h," came out long and hard. If it weren't for the walls dividing them it surely would have reached Marty's unexpected ears.

"So much for Sweet Leigha," laughed Rhonda as she watched Leigha fling her head back and forth with an explosive orgasm. She may have been slow coming but eventually she fell just like the rest. Rhonda's hand had reluctantly abandoned her clit and her fingers were slowly rolling her nipples now. She wanted to stay high, saving her orgasm for what was sure to come. Time was wasting. David needed to move on.

That was his thoughts exactly. He was down to fifteen safe minutes, twenty-five at the most. He knew it would rush by or be an eternity, depending on his own personal performance. There was no doubt about how she would react!

A period of intense discomfort, then pleasure. It was always the same but just differing levels. There were a couple of times in the past that he had to back off, using better judgment over what his cock wanted. Not all women were able to take him without experiencing lingering physical signs of his entry. Several of his out of town conquest had told him so. How would Leigha react to a cock she thought only existed in those smut magazines?

He removed his clothes, dropping them on the floor in a pile. No time for neatness now.

He positioned himself on the edge of the table then slid Leigha forward. He knew there would be times later when he would crawl up on the table with her and mount her head to toe. He looked forward to it, hoping that she would respond by wrapping her legs around him and urging him on with her own thrusting pelvis.

But right now time was a factor and his cock was hard as steel as it waited impatiently for his maneuvering to cease. Leigha felt incredibly hot and slippery when he slid gently between her legs, letting the huge head slide up and down her pussy a few times before pulling her legs high and over his shoulders.

He was ready.

Rhonda watched from her little spy room. Her hand had relocated and was moving faster and faster on what was already an incredibly sensitive and swollen clit. She knew she would not last long and this would definitely be an evening for multiple orgasms.

Marty glanced nervously at one magazine after another and glanced nervously at the locked doors. How was she doing? Was she okay? And what was Rhonda doing so long in that little supply room? Especially with the lights out!

Everybody had his or her thoughts together except Leigha. She was caught in an erotic maze, trapped by the drugs and at the total mercy of her senses which at the time were on fire, flamed by every touch, every lick, every kiss. She knew she was being taken sexually...her body, her mind, her senses all reinforced it. She had just been driven to an absolutely wonderful orgasm. But who? Where was she? What else was there?

She was about to find out. David measured her mentally, wondering how well she would be able to take him. How would she respond? Caution was the way to go.

He allowed myself the luxury to glide his head back and forth along the length of her open channel. Her labia had separated as far as it would and her lips were clasping his cock in a warm, wet embrace as he slid up and down the length.

Each time he reached the top with his shaft, she could feel her clit rubbing the underside of the monster head, adding to the sensation she already felt and increasing the much-needed lubrication. Then he pressed his head against her pussy and held himself perfectly still, waiting to see how she would react.

It took about ten seconds but his teasing had taken its effect. Without him moving a bit Leigha started a gentle rolling of her hips, an undulation that was searching for the pleasure that had suddenly vanished. She wanted it back.

"It's time," he said quietly to her.

She heard it.

Rhonda heard it.

He started a slow, methodical motion, letting her get the feel of that head entering her lips, pressing against her entry. Slowly, he pressed forward a tiny fraction with each rocking motion. It was like a rock thrown in a pool, the ripple starting from the center of her vagina and going out in directions simultaneously filling her until...it just stopped!

Leigha knew exactly what was going on. The cloud she had been in had opened up, much like the sun had come out. Suddenly, she was very aware of what was happening. Maybe she couldn't name a face or place, but she surely knew the event.

She couldn't get fucked with a cock that big without being aware of it.

She gasped as she realized that she had been filled without so much as a small entry. It was like his cock had run up against a wall. He recognized her hesitation.

"Just keep rocking back and forth slowly." He spoke it more to himself than to her. He had no idea how aware she had become, that her reaction was more lucid than most of the others.

She felt almost paralyzed as she followed his instructions, beginning a real slow rocking motion against his head. In her stupor she had no idea that this was no more than just the tip, the battering ram to be followed by a long shaft.