Taming Billy

                               Taming Billy - Chapter 32

       Helene entered Billy's room to find everything as it should be. The teenager was conscious, did not seem to be in any discomfort and his vital signs were positive and strong. A quick check of his bladder showed it to be normal. She drained it to be sure that it would not become a nuisance during their lovemaking. The good doctor yanked the catheter tube from his cock and stepped back to begin disrobing. She hadn't seen either nurse today, but that was no matter based on the condition of her patient and soon to be sex partner. She took a deep breath and noted that her pulse was rapid, respiration a bit fast and her pussy was soaking wet. Nothing was out of the ordinary as far as she was concerned. She was tempted for the moment to free her patient from the confines of his straitjacket, but thought better of it. Even in his weakened condition, he was still strong enough to overpower her if that was his intention.

       She stripped down to her undies and modeled her new thong and matching bra for him. His eyes never left her attractively presented body, which pleased her no end. For a brief moment the thought that she was on her honeymoon and was about to offer herself to her new husband crossed Helene's mind. The doctor quickly dismissed such an idea and approached her youthful patient, having decided to tease him first before getting down to more serious activities. Before making contact she decided to remove her bra and let him enjoy her pert tits to build up the fire that she knew was burning within him. He began to suckle like a hungry baby and his cock stiffened quickly. She helped matters along by stroking that hot, rigid rod until it was quivering like a struck tuning fork.

       She started frenching him and his response to her invading tongue was quick and strong. Soon their tongues were dueling, first in one and then the other's mouth. For a brief moment things got so intense that she almost lost control of her bladder, which she suddenly realized was rather full. In her haste to see Billy, she had forgotten to stop at the ladies room; now she would have to suffer the consequences. Then she smiled as it became apparent that she could just relieve herself here and have Billy get rid of the evidence. She was absolutely convinced that her young lover would be only too happy to take care of her little problem.

       First she wanted to feel his fat tongue working to get past her thong and into the wet interior of her cunt. He would get no help from her, that she secretly promised, no matter how frantic he became. She gave him a thin-lipped smile as she dropped her thong-covered pussy down onto his face. His response was amazing! His teeth sank into that thin barrier of nylon and started tearing it apart. Before she realized what had happened he had ripped that thin layer into pieces and moved his tongue into her dripping twat. God it felt so great to have that fat, turbo tongue cleaning out her insides like some kind of human roto-rooter. She didn't want to believe it, but her first orgasm was already blotting out the sky as it crested like a giant tidal wave, then crashed down on her helpless form, nearly drowning her in a sea of pussy juice and other material that was sucked from her soaking wet cunt.

       It was a very shaky Dr. Graves who got off the bed and found something in which to pee. She made sure that Billy watched as she pissed into the bedpan, making no effort to be ladylike, in fact going out of her way to touch her cunt lips and even wipe her fingers through her cunt cleft once she finished relieving herself. She stood up and held the bedpan out towards Billy as she asked if he wouldn't mind being a good patient and get rid of his doctor's pee for her. The youth's face clouded up and he shook his head. This was not what Helene expected and she became a bit heavy-handed, threatening to leave him high and dry or worse still, have the nurses make sure his belly and bladder were both pumped full and remained that way until she ordered otherwise. Billy groaned and nodded his head, but his heart wasn't in it. She was too hot and bothered to notice. However the entire little spat had been taped for posterity and would only put her in an untenable position when the nurses sprang it on her.

       Before remounting the stud muffin she pulled off the remnants of her thong, and ran the edge of her hand between her fat cunt lips, feeling the wetness from her pussy. She leaned forward and sucked Billy's cock for a few seconds just to be sure that it was in readiness. Satisfied it was, she climbed onto his bed and very carefully inserted the head of his throbbing cock into her hot, wet fuck tunnel. Then he exploded and nearly threw her from his body. The first thrust buried his dick to the hilt and made her gasp from surprise and pain. Her cunt was not ready for the kind of plowing he proceeded to deliver.

       Helene hung on for dear life as he drove his piston-like cock up into her yielding twat. The pain was still there and it got in the way of her enjoyment. This was not the way it was supposed to be she thought, as her bare body was buffeted over and over by this insane assault on her pussy. She frantically tried to calm him down, but only succeeded in intensifying the pain and punishment he delivered. It felt as if someone had gotten deep inside her cunt and was blasting away with a jackhammer. This was not good, and so she jumped off, leaving him in mid-stroke. Helene gasped for air and felt the pain inside her brutalized twat slowly fading away.

       She dare not remount under these conditions; instead she tried to explain to him that she was not ready for such brutal treatment. He looked at her quizzically. The doctor sighed and tried another tack. Asking him to merely insert his cock into her and do nothing until she gave him permission to begin fucking her, but much slower this time. He sighed and nodded, so she got on top and slipped his big, stiff meat pole into her less than soaking twat. The first round had sobered her considerably; this time she would be more cautious. For a few moments she moved slightly, adjusting her body for his cock, which was stretching her from stem to stern. Taking a quick breath, she gave the stud muffin a nod and away they went at a furious pace. This time it wasn't as stressful as the first, but she still was not able to contain his energy. Soon he was at her again, delivering a lot more than she was able to endure, let alone enjoy.

       This on and off romance continued for nearly an hour without either party enjoying anything close to either an orgasm or an ejaculation. A very frustrated Helene Graves declared a moratorium, thoroughly exhausted from all the fits and starts that had come to naught. She was so angry that she refused to relieve the youth's stiff cock that had remained in its erect state for over an hour without any satisfaction. She decided that even if he couldn't satisfy her with his cock, his tongue and lips would still do an excellent job of getting her off. Quickly she sat on Billy's face and let his tongue and lips do the job that his cock had failed to accomplish. A very nice, full-bodied climax that curled her toes took place after a short period of sucking and kissing on his part. A second detonation followed a few minutes afterward. Once she recovered her equilibrium, she schemed about ways to get him to reduce his frantic fucking pace so she could enjoy what was happening inside her usually wet snatch.

       Two more unsuccessful attempts left her fuming. Hell hath no fury as a woman frustrated, and that led her to discipline Billy for his less than ideal performance. She first immobilized his stiff dick with a cock ring which she tightened until he screamed from the pain. Next she threaded a catheter down through the top of his cock, then into his bladder, which brought tears to his eyes. She had deliberately avoided lubricating the thin plastic tubing to add to his discomfort. Finally she donned rubber gloves and very carefully rubbed a powerful ointment designed for severe muscle strains onto his swollen scrotum. Inside of a few minutes it would feel as if his balls had caught fire. Then she wrote instructions on his chart for the nurse to give him a glycerin enema laced with coffee grounds and he was to hold it for at least an hour before being allowed to void. She could see in her mind's eye the bloody froth bubbling from his gaping anus. Finally his stomach was to be pumped dry, then filled with ice water. She regretted not being around to watch his belly become a distended ball of pain, but there would be tomorrow and many tomorrows after that if she had her way. Unfortunately that was not to be, thanks to the damning evidence that the video camera and microphone were collecting.

       Helene Graves spent a frustrating evening, her cunt so battered and bruised that she was unable to use her vibrator to soothe her wounded ego, not to mention her sore twat. She had trouble getting to sleep and resorted to a sedative that may have been responsible for the nightmare she had. She was now a patient in the hospital under the discipline of her former patients and attended by the new doctors who used to be her lesbian nurses. The doctors were trying various treatments to cure this cock obsession that she had developed. This morning's session in the mechanical stimulation section had turned her pussy into mush, but the doctors were still unhappy with her progress to the point that they had allowed her former female patients to do their worst and so they were busy giving her a combination enema and stomach filling, pumping piss by the quart into her belly and lower intestines. However what woke her up screaming was the sound of the barking dogs which grew louder and louder.

       It was a grumpy Dr. Graves who got to the hospital some half hour late. Waiting for her in Billy's room were the two nurses with evil grins on ther faces. Billy was awake and feeding himself like a starving animal, which was fairly close to the truth. She was too stunned to speak. Things became even stranger when one of the nurses closed the door and locked it securely. Then the doctor's anger boiled over and she began haranguing her underlings, which proved to be a huge mistake. She was caught totally unprepared when one of the nurses landed a roundhouse punch to the side of her head, sending her flying against the wall and bringing a cheer from the teenager. Dazed from the vicious blow, she fell easy prey to the attack by the nurses. A few well placed kicks to her cunt, belly and flat tits took all the fight out of her. The rest was history.

       Two days later Billy was discharged from the hospital and waiting for him was his dear old granny. Half an hour later, Lucy escorted her gandson into a well appointed room with a king size bed and a jacuzzi in the bathroom, her welcome home gift. Actually her pussy and asshole were much better gifts according to Billy who did his best to wear her out. Whenever they were too pooped to pop, into the jacuzzi they'd go to restore their juices so they could return to the friendly confines of that king size bed which got pleny of use that long day and well into the evening. Things were not going as well for Dr. Helene Graves, not well at all.

       The good doctor almost wet her panties when they showed her the highlights of her most recent session with Billy. There could be no doubt it was her, and she was in the process of violating so many hospital rules that the nurses weren't able to count them all. The negotiations following their revelation were rather one-sided. In exchange for their promise not to expose what she had done, Helene Graves agreed to become their slave on alternate weekends for a period of one year. Considering the things that were done to her during those sessions, even two weeks was not usually enough for her to heal properly. However that was her problem, not anyone else's.

       Slave Helene began to dread the unexpected knock at her door; opening it to face anywhere from one to three hard-faced lesbians who just happened to be in the neighborhood looking for some fun. Naturally they always dropped a name or two that meant people at the hospital were involved. Fun was a code word for pain and humiliation, and woe to the good doctor if word got back that she had been less than cooperative. The first time that happened she had a visit from a couple of nurses who knocked the snot out of her when they weren't widening her pussy and asshole with their strap-ons. After that, she was most cooperative and with time managed to even enjoy some of the things that happened to her. Be that as it may, she never learned to love our four-footed friends, but they certainly loved her in every hole. The best break she got was when the head of the medical staff got into the act and started to take Helene under her wing and then some. There is nothing like having friends in high places; Dr. Graves found that to be true. She also discovered in time that she did enjoy the lesbian life, but even today she still doesn't like taking ten of the best across her bare bottom or her surgically enhanced tits that she refers to as her squeezies.

       Billy Lyons is still the same old teen stud muffin when it comes to the senior citizens. However things at home have changed dramatically. Tracy, his mom, will no longer put up with her son's hit and run attacks. Prior to her latest boyfriend, there was very little she could do about it unless she was willing to send him away to juvenile. Recently Billy and her new lover met head on and Billy came out much the worse for wear.  Nothing like meeting up with an ex-lightheavyweight who boxed in college, and is looking to score big points with his mom. Naturally he got plenty of tender loving care, such as all the pussy he could handle from his devoted granny. On the other hand Gardi von Dortman wouldn't give him the time of day until he was able to deliver the meat like he did before his little accident and stay at the private hospital. Principal Riggs has declared Billy to be off limits to her teachers without her permission. So far the truce between her and Billy has held.

       These days Billy shuttles between Lucy's place and the vonDortman residence, with an occasional visit to his mom and her significant other. The stud has to admit that his mom is looking real good, thanks to all the hard cock she's getting these days from the boyfriend. He still thinks that he wants to marry Imgard vonDortman because of her tremendous sex drive and big body featuring some all world tits and a pussy that can swallow his head. She still insists that he must marry one of her twins and then become the sex slave of the three of them. Kim and her mistress are still holding out the carrot of a visit to their place so they can complete his training.  Currently he has no intention of letting them turn him into something he doesn't want to be, so that situation is a stalemate. What happens next is anyone's guess, but as soon as it breaks, the readership will be the second to know about it.

                       ( The End? - Who Knows? - jethro jodhpur )