Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians.
"Overactive libido and uncontrollable sexual urges," said Dr. Foreskin, a huge, muscular black man with an enormous bulge in the crotch of his scrubs. "She has sex at least ten times a day."
Dr. Louse seized his dry-erase marker and wrote "Extreme horniness" on the white board. "What else?"
"Willingness to consort with anyone and everyone," said Dr. Chaste, the disgust in his voice coming clearly through his Australian accent. "She'll screw anyone, it seems, no matter how repulsive they are. It's disgusting."
Louse added "Low standards" to the board. "Sounds like my kind of gal. Next?"
"Obsessive and compulsive behavior," offered Dr. Cummeron, a perky blonde with lesbian tendencies. "She appears to be addicted to the taste of sperm. She guzzles it by the pint." Her eyes got dreamy for a moment as she added, "I wonder if she likes the taste of pussy, too?"
Louse scrawled "addicted to cum" on the board. "Okay, team; based on these symptoms, what is your differential diagnosis?"
"Lupus?" offered Dr. Chaste.
"No, it's never Lupus, you idiot. Everyone knows that," said Dr. Louse. "Foreskin, what do you see in this list?" He slammed the board with his cane.
"It's clearly a case of sarcoidosis granuloma."
"Not a chance. That doesn't explain the cum addiction. And besides, her tits would have fallen off by now. Get some of the blood out of that huge schlong of yours and up into your brain. Cummeron! What's your diagnosis?"
Dr. Cummeron wrinkled her perky nose. "It's a clear case of nymphomania," she said. "Classic presentation."
"Exactly!" said Dr. Louse triumphantly. "At least one of my team knows what they're talking about. I'll confirm the diagnosis myself with a few tests."
"What!" shouted all three together. "You never do tests yourself," said Dr. Chaste. "You never even see the patients in person!"
"Consider this a Very Special Episode," said Louse, as he arched his eyebrows and hobbled rapidly out of the office and toward the critical care wing of the hospital, his dick rapidly swelling in his trousers and becoming as stiff as his cane.
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Dr. Louse gazed through the glass walls into the patient's room. She was a beautiful blonde with long, flowing tresses, a knockout body, and a face that would have been angelic if it hadn't been wracked with pain. She was furiously rubbing her own clit and pussy, her fingers jammed in to the second knuckle, trying desperately to dispel the pain of her extreme horniness. He pushed open the doors and entered the room.
"Who the hell are you?" the slutty blonde patient screamed, her hand never leaving her honey-pot.
"I'm here to take your temperature," said Dr. Louse, pulling his erect cock out of his fly. "But I don't have an oral or rectal thermometer. You'll have to settle for vaginal." Grabbing her knees and placing them on his shoulders, he rammed his stiff cock deep into her snatch, and began thrusting wildly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" screamed the patient, enjoying every minute of it, her well-muscled pussy tightening erotically around the doctor's stiff staff. "More! More!!"
Dr. Louse, always attentive to his patient's needs, pulled his dripping cock out of her snatch, pushed her knees slightly higher, and plunged it into her asshole. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. Then, always willing to go the extra mile, Louse inserted the tip of his cane into her wide-open pussy, thrusting and twisting it in rhythmic counterpoint to the motions of his cock in her anus.
"Can you feel me now?" asked the deviant diagnostician, working both holes for all he was worth. His hips gyrated as his cock drilled deeply into her bunghole, and his cane continued to massage and stretch the already over-stretched walls of her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes!!!" was all she could say as Louse continued his double-pronged assault. She jammed back with her hips and all her strength, her head thrashing back and forth on the crisp white hospital pillow, which was by now drenched in her sweat and spittle.
At this point, Dr. Foreskin arrived at the room. Louse waved him in.
"I want to see how she reacts to being triple-teamed. Purely for scientific reasons, you understand. Get out that monster of yours and snake it down her throat."
Foreskin complied, bringing forth a huge black dick the size of a rolling pin. He grabbed the patient's head to stop her thrashing, pulled her over he edge of the hospital bed so that it hung down, and shoved his meat hose down into her throat. She greedily swallowed and slobbered, in ecstasy at being filled in all possible holes. Foreskin thrust and jabbed, finding little resistance in her stretched-out throat. She reached up and massaged his balls, squeezing and stroking them while sucking his shaft, and soon had him pumping jolt after jolt of jizm directly down her gullet. She swallowed every drop before letting Foreskin stagger back to a chair, drained and exhausted.
Meanwhile, Louse was finally showing signs that he, too, was about to ejaculate. The patient pulled free of his cock and swiveled around to take it in her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft so as not to waste a drop. As he came, she gulped down the slimy sauce as if it were her first meal in weeks. She continued to suck and slurp until he was dry as a bone. Then she grabbed the end of his cane and slurped off her own pussy juices, licking her lips when she was finished.
"Well, that was quite a performance," said Louse, appreciatively. "Do you do bachelor parties?"
At this point, the patient became belligerent. "More cock!" she screamed. "I need more cum!" She looked as if she were about to become violent.
Just then, Dr. Chaste showed up. "Chaste!" shouted Foreskin. "Give her a sedative, stat!"
"Belay that," hollered Louse. "Chaste, drop your pants and give her what she wants; your cock!"
Chaste, who was very straitlaced and prude when it comes to sex, was reluctant, but Louse insisted. "Do it now, Chaste, or I'll see that you lose your medical license for failing to provide for a patient's needs."
"Very well," said Chaste nervously, and hesitantly dropped his pants and approached the patient's pussy. She did the rest, grabbing him by the hips and pulling his already-rising cock into her wide-open snatch. She began thrusting onto his shaft at first, but it didn't take long for nature to take its course, and Chaste was soon thrusting as well, his feathered blonde hair flapping in the air in time with his exertions.
The patient was again on her back, her legs wrapped around Dr. Chaste's waist, and her mouth hanging open and her head again over the edge of the hospital bed. Dr. Cummeron came rushing in to the room, and took in the scene quickly. She instantly threw off her scrubs and tore off her underwear, revealing her slender, naked, white, needful body. She walked up to the wide open mouth of the slutty patient and planted her pussy directly on it. Soon she was rewarded with a talented, lapping tongue licking her labia and clit, and taking her swiftly to ecstasy.
Dr. Louse watched the scene with detached scientific interest. There was Chaste, his near-virginal assistant, thrusting his cock deep into the patients pussy, while Cummeron, always ready to jump the bones of a male or female, was getting off on the same patient's face and mouth. Both doctors were deep in a zone and unaware of anything but their own pleasure. The patient herself, while clearly getting off on the sexual pleasure, was also displaying subtle physical and medical signs that were obvious to nobody but the amazingly observant Dr. Louse.
Finally, Cummeron began to moan and shake, and her pussy ran wet with her juice, washing the patient's face with the glistening goo. Cummeron staggered back to land in a chair next to Foreskin, while the patient licked her face as far as her tongue would reach, then used her fingers to gather the rest of the tasty girl-goo into her mouth.
Chaste was nearing his climax, and the patient could tell. As she had done with Louse, she leaped up to her knees and gobbled him into her mouth, finishing him off by sucking and hoovering out every drop of semen from his cock, his balls, and his urethra.
She reared up on her knees and scanned the room, trying to decide where her next swallow of love-liquid would be coming from. Just as she was about to become violent again, Louse jumped to her side and plunged a needle into her thigh, filling her with a sedative. She slumped back, unconscious.
"Thank God!" said Dr. Chaste. "If you hadn't knocked her out, she might have killed us all! We've got to do something about this woman."
"We are," said Dr. Louse. "We're going to treat her."