"The lady plays doctor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milner Jerry)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

That entire night was one long, erotic dream for Joyce. She only vaguely remembered going to bed with them and wasn't sure if She woke up during the night or not. They slept on both sides of her, with all three reposing on their sides. She wasn't sure who was in front of her and who was behind her at first, but with the light of dawn she saw Dr. Morgan's handsome face smiling at her. Her arms were already around his neck, and it took no effort at all for her to kiss him warmly and deeply. Behind her, Emily was stirring, fondling her titties with both hands, rubbing and squirming her own big titties against Joyce's bare back.

"Sleep well?" Dr. Morgan asked, when he'd had enough of her kiss.

"Marvelously," said Joyce, squirming about just as happily as she'd been squirming alt night long. "Who's in me? Who's been fucking me all night?"

Emily laughed throatily and said, "Why, both of us. Me with my black dildo up your pretty little ass, Phil with his prick against your tummy and with our double-ended dildo in your cunt, dear."

"The other end of it is in my buff," he said.

She laughed and kissed him, reached behind her to squeeze Emily's soft, naked hip.

"Are you sore?" Emily asked.

"Everywhere," Joyce said, laughing, and wriggled her hips, moved her little body around in the embracing sandwich of flesh. She purred with pleasure. "Mm-m-m-m. Never thought you could both fuck me at the same time."

"Hold still," said Dr. Morgan, "till I get this plastic prick out of your cunt and get my real one in it."

"Hurry up, Doctor. I can't hold still for long."

They laughed together until the pleasure started and they laughed while the early morning fucking went on. They passed orgasms along to each other through the medium of Joyce's body as the sun came up, and then they lay back and rested.

After a time, Joyce said, "It feels lonely without your two pricks in me. When can we do it again?"

"There's work to do," said Dr. Morgan. "But there'll still be time for taking put pleasure with you."

"Christ, I hope so," said Joyce. "But when?"

"Later. You're getting a day off today. And you're spending it here in bed. We'll be by to visit you every chance We get. We're going to serve you your meals in bed today, just like a bride should be served."

"I am the bride of both of you, aren't I?"

"That's right, dear. Both of us own you now."

"Good," said Joyce, and snuggled them closer to her. "But don't leave me. Spend my day off with me.

"No, we have to work. But we're going to leave you with something to occupy you while you wait for our visits."

Propped up on the pillows, Joyce watched while they put the double-ended dildo in her, one end in her cunt, the other in her ass. They helped her off with the shreds of her wedding negligee, and she pouted prettily at them as they each kissed her goodbye and left her alone in the big bed. Then she snuggled down by herself to wait for breakfast and to experiment with the lovely thing in her two sex holes.

Joyce spent that day masturbating, eating, fucking, sucking. The doctor and his receptionist entertained her sexually that night, and slept with her. The next day, she returned to work. She knew her duties and she performed them well, though her mind was preoccupied with her two coworkers. She was assigned one of the two examining rooms, and patients were sent in to see her. At times, however, when she was expecting another patient, it was either Dr. Morgan or Emily Beresford who came through the door, primed and ready for sex.

Joyce gave them exactly what they wanted that day, and she got from them what she wanted in return. And that day set the pattern for the days to come. The love lotion was kept in Joyce's examining room, and so were Emily's two dildos. At any time of the day, Joyce might be paid a call by the beautiful bisexual or by their employer, and this put an element of excitement into her work

that she'd never dreamed of anticipating back in medical school. Dr. Morgan as well as his receptionist used the sexual tools on her at times, and this was fine with Joyce. She wanted things in her body, and she didn't care which of the two were using them, as long as they used them well-which they invariably did. She wanted mouths to kiss and sex organs to suck upon and bodies to touch, and she no longer cared if those bodies and sex organs and mouths were male or female. She had her work, which was fulfilling, and she had her sex life, which was exciting, and it seemed as if she could ask for nothing more in life, nothing more at all.

Now and then, however, something inside of Joyce quietly rebelled. Though her days were fully occupied with medicine and sex, she had many many nights when she was quite alone in the medical offices, and during these times she would become mildly disturbed. She felt isolated, almost a prisoner there, albeit a rather contented one. Dr. Morgan didn't want her going out on the town lest she somehow ruin the careful image they'd built up of respectability, and lest she form a romantic alliance with a man or woman and eventually leave them. The latter, it seemed, was highly unlikely, for by then Joyce felt that she could be content with nothing less than two lovers, or spouses, or whatever they might be called.

Time and time again she tried, to explain to them her need for some time away from the practice, all by herself, but they were adamant in their demands that she be accompanied by one or the other of them whenever she left the building. These demands she had to eventually agree 4o, for they had all those photographs of her from her

wedding night with Emily and from the other times when she enjoyed wild sex with either or both of them. Those photographs were their weapon over her, and they were also a source of joy to Joyce. Many nights as she lay alone in her room at the offices, longing to see the outside world, she could distract herself by getting the photographs out and going over them, one by one, dwelling fondly on, her favorites, while she used one of the dildos in her body until at last she fell asleep. The dildos were a poor substitute for flesh, but they managed to do the job when supplemented by the lewd photographs that her two lovers left with her.

Still there were the seeds of discontent slowly germinating in the mind and body of this young woman who had worked so hard for the honor and respect, for the satisfaction and the independence of being a physician. And one day these seeds grew further still with the entry of a young boy that she had treated before, on her first day at work in Roseville.

He entered her examining room in the early afternoon, after Joyce had had a busy morning. That morning she'd treated half a dozen patients, and she'd entertained both Emily and Phil, but not too satisfyingly for herself. It had been a day when Emily had been in the mood for water sports. That morning she had greeted Joyce with her usual French kiss and-told her to drink a good deal of water, so Joyce had a good idea of what was on the way. She'd drunk four big glasses of water and her bladder was filled when Emily entered at about ten, smiling as The closed the door behind her. She hadn't much time, she announced, as she held up her short white uniform skirt to her waist. Joyce

quickly dropped to her knees before her and peeled down Emily's panties, following the downward course of them with her lips, kissing Emily's bare thighs and nyloned legs, then returning to insert her tongue through the thick black hair at her loins and locate the thrusting clit there.

"Feels good," said Emily. "Feeling so good I might piss all over your pretty face, right here and now."

"Wish you would," said Joyce, though this was a day she didn't really feel like water sports. "But if you did, I'd have to shower, and there are patients waiting," she said, dutifully playing out the charade.

"Do you have to piss, too?" said Emily, stroking the head at her loins.

"So bad it hurts. Could we… do it together? Please, Emily?"

Emily had chuckled and pinched her cheek. "You like your golden showers now, eh? Well, I suppose we have time for a little one. Come, darling. Let me make you happy.

They'd gone into the little bathroom and Joyce had sat down on the toilet, just as she had so many other times when Emily was in this mood. Joyce never wore any panties any more, so she just had to lift up her skirt and sit down on the hard white seat. Emily had come forward, legs apart, straddling Joyce's clasped knees, with, that immense pussy of hers staring Joyce right in the face. She'd parted her cuntlips and held them open for Joyce's gaze while they'd shifted their legs around until their knees were mingled and both women had their legs slightly apart. Then she'd begun to pee with her golden shower raining

down on Joyce's thighs and between her legs. Joyce had cooed and cooed and oohed over the sight of the water spouting from the hairy cunt. As was expected of list, she'd held the cuntlips open, and when the last drop of urine had rained down on her, she'd pressed her mouth against Emily's clitoris and socked it till the spasms rippled through Emily's body and she was muttering lewd love words and orgasming nicely. As usual, they had switched positions then. The seated Emily had pulled Joyce down on her lap. Tit to tit, belly to belly, mouth to mouth, they had clung and kissed while Joyce emptied her bladder against Emily's loins. The hot piss gushing down over Emily's cunt had made her come even more than Joyce's tongue had, and Joyce too felt tingles of orgasms under the strong embrace of the big woman.

They had quickly cleaned up and gone back to work, and a few minutes later, Dr. Morgan had come into the examining room. "Hungry?" he had said, grinning, and opening his pants.

"For you, always," Joyce had said, grinning at him, licking her lips as she looked down at his fly.. "Let me take it out, Phil. Please," she had said, just as he liked her to say.

Once again she was on her knees. Once again she was oohing and aahing over the sight of a sex organ. She had sucked him warmly and nicely, building him up toward a good climax. She'd known he was in a hurry, and so she'd rushed it a bit, but at the proper time she had backed off with her mouth, put on an expression of deepest ecstasy, and milked his semen out to shower against her upturned face.

He'd left her right away, just as soon as she had licked him clean. She understood the demands of

his work and she knew that the satisfaction she had given to him and to Emily would eventually be returned to her tenfold, but still she felt discontent when young Willie Austen entered her examining room that afternoon.

"How's that sprained wrist?" she asked with a smile.

"It's okay," he timidly replied, rubbing his unbandaged wrist. "I wanted to see Dr. Morgan, but Miss Beresford said he's busy."

"I've had the same training he has, Willie, said Joyce. "Anything you wanted to discuss with him can be discussed with me just as well."

The way he hemmed and hawed, she knew it was a sexual problem that was bothering him. At last, after much coaxing, he said, "My thing gets sore. My father says it's because I'm not circumcised, and he wanted Dr. Morgan to look at it."

"As I said, I'll do just as well," said Joyce. "Take off all your clothes, please, and get up on the table."

"A-All of them?" he said, wide eyed with apprehension.

"Yes, all of them," she replied.

As the eighteen-year-old boy disrobed, Joyce made conversation with him, partially to ease his discomfiture, partially for purposes of her own. After talking of the usual banalities, she asked, "Are you the son of Will Austen, Willie?"

"That's right," he said, down to his shorts now, and unsuccessfully trying to shield his hairless body from the coolly appraising gaze of the attractive young physician.

"He's the same one who's backing Dr. Morgan's hospital, isn't he?" she asked.

"Yeah. I've heard them and Miss Beresford talking about it in the library at the house. Do I have to take my shorts off, too?"

"Yes, Willie, you most certainly do. Your house has a library? It must be a large house."

"Something like twenty-two rooms," he said, his back to her now as he pushed down his shot, exposing a round little pair of buttocks that made Joyce's eyebrows raise in appreciation.

"Your mother must have a time taking care of a house that size. I suppose she has servants."

"My mom died when I was a baby. We have a couple of maids and a cook, but they're old. Uh…are you going to…look at it now?"

"Yes, Willie. Just jump up there and lie back on the table, and I'll see just what I can do for you."

He lay on his back, rigid, trembling. He had a nice-sized cock for a boy of his age. It was warm and soft in Joyce's hand. It looked as soft as the rest of him, and like the rest of him, there was hard young muscle under the layer of skin. The foreskin was quite tight and pointed. Young Willie shifted about on the table and bit his lip as Joyce moved it back and forth over the pink head of his pecker, bending over him and nodding sagely.

"I don't think I've ever seen your father," she said. "Is he an elderly man?"

"He's about… thirty-seven, I think. Is this going to take much longer, Doctor?"

"Be patient. Relax. I suppose your father is quite the man about town, taking out a lot of eligible ladies and all that."

"We don't… talk about our personal lives in the Austen family."

"Of course not. I wasn't trying to pry, just making conversation. Your foreskin is tight, but I

don't believe it needs circumcision. You have such a manly, attractive penis that it would be a shame to alter it in any way."

"But sometimes it hurts."

"When you play with it, Willie?" she asked, and he flushed scarlet and turned his head away from her. She laughed and said, "I suppose that comes under the category of private lives, too. But don't be ashamed of playing with yourself. We all do it at one time or another."

"Yeah?" he said, eyes back on her now, and wider, and cock getting warmer and larger in her hand.

"Yeah, Willie. My, you have a lot to learn about life and sex. That's what comes from being raised without a mother. All your penis needs is a little exercise and a little lotion, and I've got the lotion right here."

She hated to let go of his prick, but she did so and got the bottle of Dr. Morgan's homemade love lotion from the medicine cabinet. She applied it liberally to her palms and smiled down on the boy. His face was pale now, and his cock was trying to push out through its tight foreskin.

"Oh!" he said when she'd laid her hands on him.

"I'll try to be gentle. Does it hurt, dear?"

"N-No. It sort of b-burns a little, though."

"All part of the treatment. I'll just work it all in real well, while you relax. Yes, you have a lovely penis. Nice testicles, too. I'm afraid I used a little too much lotion. It's getting all over your balls too. Does it hurt now when I pull back the foreskin?"

"No. I dunno," he said, clutching the edges of the table with both hands, shifting his feet up and down.

"Your prick is getting quite hard, Willie. It can't hurt you too much. "Oh, Doctor," he murmured. "Oh, Dr. Carruthers!"

"Relax, darling. I know I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. I'll bet this feels better than when you play with yourself. Now, doesn't it, Willie?"

"Yeah-h-h-h-h," he breathed. "Jeez, it never felt this good before. Just never!"

"Beautiful cock. Beautiful teen. I wouldn't mind having you for my own. Whew! The things I could teach you. And I don't mean things from medical books. I can't get over how big it is. Tell me something, Willie."

"Yeah. Anything. Anything!" he said, openly arching and humping his prick up through her warmly slippery hand now.

"Are you a virgin? Have you ever stuck this lovely big dick of yours in a girl's cunt and popped your nuts? Hmm?"

"No, no, no-o-o-o-o, but I've always wanted to. Oh, Jeez, stop it or I'm gonna come!"

"Come and come again," she said, and vigorously jacked him off. She had him moaning and thrashing on the table as jet after jet of his young semen spurted high into the air. She milked him expertly to a marvelous orgasm, and she continued to milk him more gently but nonetheless erotically as he lay back sighing.

"Does your father take out a lot of women around town, Willie?"

He shook his head. "He's been working too

hard. But he says… Whew! That sure did feel terrific… but he says he's going to start going out again once they break ground for the hospital. Maybe even get married again. Oh, Jeez, are you going to do it again, Doctor?"

"Call me Joyce, Willie. Yes, I'm going to do it again, but in a much much better way."

She had to let go of his prick to lock the door of the examining room, but her eyes never left it and his loving eyes never left her. His eyes widened as she slipped off her doctor's smock and pulled her little dress up over her head, for her cunning little body was then clad in nothing at all but a brassiere. This too was removed before Joyce climbed up on the table with him.

She straddled his thighs. Her cunt was nice and wet, and his prick was still well lubricated from the love lotion that was still doing its work on it. She took it in her hand again and guided it up and down her slit, while the boy watched, fascinated.

"Do you really want to lose your virginity, Willie?" she asked.

"I sure do!" he replied.

"I'll do that favor for you, if you'll do one for me. Will you, dear?"

"Anything! You just name it!" he said, and she smiled broadly at him and hunched her hips forward to engulf his beautiful little prick in her hungry and well-trained cunt.

"I want you to introduce me to your father," she said, moving smoothly, fucking well, and getting a surprising amount of pleasure from having this fine young prick in her body.

"M-My Father?" he said, eyes as big as saucers again.

She nodded, hands resting on his chest, and

rubbing more of the lotion in around his rigid little nipples, her cunt working over his cock far better than her hand had done the job. "Yes, Willie. I want to meet your father."

"T-To tell him about this?" he asked, so incredulous that the upward movements of his hips ceased.

She shook her lovely blonde head, still smiling, still undulating her hips over his cock, and she said, "Not to tell him. To fuck him."

"You'd fuck my father?"

"If he's anything like his son, I would. I'd lure him into his own bed with me and I'd lure him to the altar. I'd marry him, if he's anything like you, and move into his house and your house and do this to you every day. Would you like that, Willie?"

"Oh-h-h-h, I couldn't stand it! Ga-w-w-w-wd, I'd love it!" he exclaimed, and the arching of his body lifted Joyce up off the table now, as fresh gushers of his fine young jism squirted hard up into her convulsing cunt. She clutched his chest deeply, working hard and smoothly on his cock. She grinned down at him, aglow with orgasmic feelings, and glowing too with the knowledge of who'd be running things at the new hospital once she'd lured Will Austen's cock out of his pants-which is another story in itself.