My swivel chair creaks as I writhe, thighs spread wide, my vibrator buried deep inside my wet yet burning pussy. My gasps for breath are the only sounds in the eerily silent room. The rest of the building is almost deserted; only the early morning cleaning staff has arrived before me.
My panties are tossed to one side and my skirt hiked around my hips as I thrust the rubber cock deep inside my shaven pussy.
As a senior doctor at "Oakside" health centre I could have used my alarm fob to enter before anyone else came on duty but it's quiet enough that my approaching climax won't be heard by anyone but myself.
Spreading my thighs wider I twist the latex length so that the "rabbit ears" grind against my erect clitoris and it shakes my swollen bead mercilessly.
"Oh Christ, cumming!"
The words are torn from between my clenched teeth as I hit my big "O", and, almost sliding from my seat onto the floor, I unleash a jet of pussy juice from my parted labia like a creamy fountain.
Slouched back on my chair my sobbing gulps for air gradually fade as I recover from another self induced cum that I need more and more frequently lately. The cause of this is my erratic and irregular affair with my eleven year old patient and lover Lucy Connolly.
Our passions for each other can only be slaked during the occasions when she visits my surgery and both our bodies needs and desires more time in each others arms and between each others thighs.
How can a respected G. P. in her fiftieth year bring a maddeningly exciting pre-teen to her bed with privacy and time to spare? I've sworn to my little sweetheart that I'll find a way but as yet I've come up with nothing. Better clean myself and my surgery floor, pussy cream splashed around might need some explaining to my patients.
I sponge down my oozing crease then mop the creamy puddle from the floor, settle again in my chair then log onto my computer. I open several Emails from hospital departments and consultants. For once I have little or no bad news to give to any anxious lady or gent worried about persistent symptoms.
Kathy Neville's second smear test has proved negative, great, she's a lovely girl, though a lot too old for my taste in lovers. Ten maybe up to fourteen is my range for the little darlings who share my bed and my body.
Don Hardesty's being recalled for further tests and scans but the ones that have been taken are all clear and negative. There's also a personal mail from Eric Winston; consultant at Queens College hospital. It reads as follows.
"You're absolutly right Helen, your Ms Francis is as healthy as a horse but as nutty as a fruitcake. As far as I can tell, after all the tests I've run, all her symptoms are 100% psychosomatic. My opinion? She needs a good fucking! If she goes your way you do it, if she's straight then I might oblige."
Eric is an old friend going back years. He knows I go for the ladies but not that I make love to children. Even our long friendship might not survive that. However the problem of Marion Francis can be put off until her next appointment.
Then another mail catches my eye so I open it and skim through it quickly. This may just be the chance I've been looking for; I'll give it a try.
The Connolly's, mother and daughter, only joined my practice a year ago when they moved into my home city. On a visit for an examination the sexual magic between Lucy and I exploded but now we're like addicts waiting for our next fix. This Email might be our big chance.
Picking up my phone extension I tap in the number listed in my computer files, it's early enough that I might catch her in. The ringtone buzzes then a handset is lifted.
"Hello Phyllis Connolly speaking."
"Ms Connolly, Dr Jaeger here, I've had some good news from your consultant. Do you think you could pop into my surgery today? Any time, just tell reception that Helen Jaeger will see you at once. You can come in as soon as my patient leaves my surgery."
"Alright Helen I'll see if I can get away from work if the boss will let me."
"Please do, if you can, as I said it's good news and important for you."
As my day unfolds I combine dealing with my patients and planning my chat with Phyllis. They come and go men and women, pleasant, angry, and worried; I do my best for them. As a doctor I'm well paid but I also care for them to the best of my ability.
One thing brightens my day, a visit from Angie Clayton and her daughter Britt. I still have hopes for Britt, a young and slutty looking child who has eyed me in the past and I'm becoming more and more certain about her.
I'm not cheating on Lucy; we're open with each other. I explained when our affair began that if she found a schoolgirl she was attracted to then that was fine with me. I say schoolgirl because I'm sure, even at her tender years, she's committed to a lesbian lifestyle.
She understands I have needs and if we can't be together as much as we want to then I should take pleasure when I can. Still we ache for each other though!
The Claytons enter my surgery when summoned by the illuminated display in the waiting room. Angie has piled on the pounds lately, once plump but attractive her clothes now strain as she moves. More tattoos and body piercing since last time and the nicotine stains on her fingers are thicker and browner.
Britt, perhaps in a year or two, may follow her mother's body clock and thicken from tempting to portly but at the moment she's a nicely packaged little wench with that sluttish look to her. Short, plump, and well developed. Angie plants herself in the patients chair and leaves Britt standing and looking vaguely embarrassed.
"What's the problem Britt?"
I give her my best encouraging smile.
"She's been complaining...."
I cut mother off politely but quickly.
"Please Mrs Clayton let Britt tell me in her own words."
I give the rounded schoolgirl a questioning look.
"It hurts when I pee."
"How does it hurt Britt? Describe the sort of pain you're feeling."
"It kinda burns doctor H, not so bad when I'm doing it but later."
"Hmmm! Sounds like you've contracted a water infection. Cystitis feels like that and it isn't the nicest of things to suffer from. I'd like a urine sample from you please."
I hand her two, small, glass; screw topped bottles.
"If you go through that door there you'll find some fibreboard bowls, use one and give me the two sample bottles."
She's gone no time and for a short while her mother and I just ignore each other. Taking the first bottle from her when Britt returns I dip the test strip into it and wait a little while. The change of colour tells me I'm almost certainly right.
"Britt it looks like you have indeed got a water bug, I also want to check for any possible fungal infection so I'll send the other sample to the lab. I want to have a look at you so will you go behind the screen and undress."
Mother surges to her feet like a water buffalo and tugs at the back of the girl's school blazer impatiently.
"Mrs Clayton could I ask you to go back to the waiting room, you can stay if you like but I find girls Britt's age can be really embarressed when their mother's present during an intimate examination."
She shrugs indifferently.
"No problem doc! I'm dying for a smoke. You hurry out when doctor's finished with you girl, I'll be in the car."
With mother gone I turn to the daughter. Without her blazer she looks like one of those Japanese Anime school kids. Really short pleated skirt, white shirt that bulges with her heavy breasts; calve length dark stockings to the knee.
"Please get undressed Britt and lay on the couch."
Settled naked on the paper covered couch I let my eyes roam over her body. Heavy breasted, rounded buttocks, her meaty sex is lightly misted with fine golden down. Her nipples are large and dark, seeming hard and erect. Her tousled mane of blond hair, the mascara'd lashes, and her red lip gloss make her look cheap but so desirable.
"Britt this is old fashioned doctoring but a simple smell of your vagina can tell me a lot, you know what I mean by your vagina don't you?"
"You mean my pussy don't you doc?"
Bless these world wise kids today!
"Sure doc go ahead."
It's a fact that you can scent a problem by inhaling close to the vagina. I do but she smells sweet enough. Old time doctoring but it works. Also there's no sign of any discharge; her labia are clean and tightly pleated.
"Okay Britt I'm going to give you a leaflet on personal hygiene to read, follow what it says, and I've an anti-fungicidal cream that will ease the discomfort. Just let me print out a prescription for you for a broad spectrum antibiotic.
A click on the mouse and it prints out; in my surgery cupboard I keep a small selection of general purpose medications so I return behind the screen with a small plastic tube.
"This will help ease the discomfort and it won't do any harm if you haven't a fungal infection. Let me put some on for you now, then you'll know how much and where to put it."
I squeeze out a large bead onto my fingertips and smooth it onto her irritated labia, inner and outer. her sleepy expression flickers as my skilled fingers lightly toy with her sex. Of course if I'm wrong about her then it's just medical matters I'm dealing with. I'm not wrong, she sucks in a sharp breath and seconds later her hand is sliding up the black nylon of my stocking.
Leaning close to her I whisper softly.
"Not here, not now, your mother's waiting. Get dressed and I'll tell you what we can do."
Her face is flushed and her nipples gorged with blood but she doesn't argue. As she dresses I scribble a number on a post-it pad and hand it to her.
"My mobile number, I'll be finished around 6. 30. If you can get here I'll be sitting in my car in the car park; ring me and tell me if you can come."
She leaves the surgery with a sleepy and sultry glance clutching her prescription and the tube of cream. Anyone listening in in our conversation would have sensed nothing out of the ordinary, but we both know what the other wants and needs.
The rest of the afternoon slides by and nearing five my intercom buzzes.
"Dr Jaeger, reception here, there's a Ms Connolly here who says you'll see her right away."
I've no patient with me now so. . .
"Send her right in Bernice I'm ready to see her now."
The door opens and Phyllis Connolly limps in, the knee of one shapely leg held in its brace, and leaning on her stick. I pull back the chair and she sinks gratefully into it.
"Thanks Helen the knee's not good today and I'm struggling. What's this news you've got for me?"
Settling into my own chair I give her the details of this morning's mail.
"Mr Cooper, your orthopaedic surgeon, has had a number of operations cancelled and he's contacted me to say he can operate on your knee next week. You're jumping a long waiting list Phyllis."
Strangely she pulls a wry face, not the relief I'd expected.
"Sorry if I don't seem too happy Helen but I've no idea what to do with Lucy. You know I moved here after I got divorced from Greg and none of my relatives live anywhere near here. I've no friends close enough to ask them to look after her for me.
This is what I've been waiting for and now is the time to play my best card.
"Helen this is totally personal and unofficial. You must have this operation if you want to live a normal life again so why not let Lucy stay with me while you're in hospital. Better with me than a neighbour of yours you don't know well."
Her face lights up while my heart pounds in my breast in anticipation of her answer.
"Oh Helen that's so kind of you, I don't know how to thank you! I'll talk to Lucy tonight to see how she feels about it."
I'm certain about how Lucy will feel but I can't tell Phyllis that.
"Remember Phyllis this has to be between you and me. I'm not sure how the authorities feel about unofficial guardians but I'd love to have Lucy stop at my appartment. She's an appointment to see me on Friday for those allergy tests so if you decide she can stay with me I'll discuss it with her then."
A far happier Helen quits my room and I busy myself with my last appointment then tidy things up. I'm in my small washroom/locker room hanging up my white coat when my mobile rings. On the line I hear a young voice and my clit throbs in anticipation.
"Doctor Jaeger it's Britt, I'll see you in the car park in twenty minutes if that's alright."
My voice is thick as I tell her I'm looking forward to seeing her. I decide to be prepared in advance so I peel off my panties and unhook my bra, stuffing them into my shoulder bag along with my hard used vibrator. Zipping up my jacket I head out to my car.
It's early spring and the sky is darkening as rainclouds gather and the light fades fast. Sitting at the driver's seat I turn on the heater and try to relax, the warmth lulls me but I jump when there's a rap on the window. Britt's arrived. Opening the passenger door I invite her inside.
This will not become an affair like Lucy. This will, in all likelyhood, be a quick; hot; frantically exciting tumble that we'll both love but might never be repeated. Slipping my people carrier into gear I know exactly where I'm heading. As I pull out of our car park Britt's hand rests warmly on my thigh, slightly under the hem of my skirt.
I cruise towards the coast road then turn onto the esplanade. To my right runs the river while to my left there are grassed plots, bushes, and thickets of trees. Turning left I park up in the sheltering undergrowth, concealed in deep shadow. Turning off the engine, pulling on the handbrake, and turning off the lights there's a pregnant silence.
"Let's get into the back seats Britt."
No questions from her, we both know why we've come here, and this is; appropriately; an area where gays come looking for a partner. We settle on the soft leather of the back seats and I look, in the dim light, at Britt. She's licking her wet lips and showing no sign of nerves, she seems assured and confident.
She's wearing a black velour zip top and matching trousers. Reaching towards her I take the zip and draw it steadily down, as it parts I catch a glimpse of her pale and heavy breasts. Pulling her to me I kiss her hard on the mouth as her arms wrap around me. Our tongues meet and slither over each others and I'm suddenly hot and sopping between my thighs.
It's hard to believe that she's not quite a year older than my lover Lucy. Her body, at almost thirteen, is nearly that of a fully developed woman. With one hand I cup a swollen breast while my other fumbles at the button and zip on her tight fitting trousers.
Her own nimble fingers are busy slipping off my jacket and popping the buttons of my blouse open. Within seconds I'm wearing only my loosely pleated skirt and those black, seamed, stockings. My body stiffens as her hand moves between my thighs probing my wet slit and toying with my swollen labia.
I tug the trousers down over her generous hips to reveal her small, satin briefs; hooking my fingers into their waistband I ease them off and down her thighs. As they pull away from her crotch I can clearly see the strings of sticky juice stretching from body to cloth. The steamy scent rising from her vulva makes my head swim so I push her back, forcing her thighs wide apart.
My face drops to her oozing pussy as I slide three fingers deep inside her. Like my Lucy there's no hymen to bar my way. I took Lucy's virginity one day, when, wild with excitment, I thrust too hard. A little blood then her huge orgasm and Lucy smiled.
Lapping at the juices that stream from her slit I savour the taste of a young girl and a faint hint of the cream I smoothed into her sweet pussy earlier. Working her harder with my fingers her body convulses, thighs flexing, and belly rippling as her canal reacts to my expert use of lips, fingers; and tongue.
"Oh fuck doc I'm gonna cum. Shit! Cumming. Ooohhh, eeeyyy!"
Her shouts echoes inside my vehicle as she grabs my head, crushing my face against her pulsing wetness. Then she spasms as her cream soaks my face and her climax leaves her thrashing and writhing beneath my mouth as I flog her clitoris like a wild woman with my stiffened tongue.
My car is silent except for her heavy breathing and the sound, now, of rain rattling on the roof. It seems impossible that no-one heard her howls as she erupted but all outside is still.
Finally, thank God, Britt pulls herself erect, and; gazing at my cum stained face and breasts; gives me her sleepy and erotic smile before dropping to her knees before my shaven pudenda.
"That was fantastic doc, I came real hot, now I'm gonna give you the best head I know how to."
Bowing her head as though she's worshiping my burning centre of womanhood she lightly kisses my labia while stroking the silky flesh of my inner thighs. Gritting my teeth I lean back on the seat cushions and gently cradle her head as her tongue stabs between my outer labia and caresses the wings of my inner lips, now awash with my milky juices.
Britt is a polished and expert performer, where she's learned to eat pussy like this I've no idea, nor, now do I care. As she sucks on my blood gorged labia and flicks my throbbing clit button with her tongue tip. I'm writhing and gasping for air, when, burrowing her hand beneath my buttocks, she eases two fingers deep into my anus then reams me hard, then harder!
Everything explodes and my cum is fast, hard, violently so. I squirt, as I often do, so powerfully I soak Britt's upturned face with my love cream. Careless myself now I howl as I orgasm.
"OH GOD BRITT, AMAZING FUCKING AMAZING."
Now follows another long silence as I recover from that awesome climax. It seems my advancing years are not dimming my sex drive. Britt has given me my hardest cum for a long time. Maybe the excitment of fucking each other out in the open has made it all hotter but I'm sated for tonight for sure. Though I'm happy to know I can still arouse and satisfy my little lovers and enjoy their intimate caresses.
Hastily cleaned up and dressed, I keep a box of wet wipes and a hand towel in the glove comparment, I set off to drive Britt home. Not right to her door; people might ask questions of why the doctor's driving her home tonight. As she places her hand on the door catch she turns to me.
"Do you want to see me again doc H?"
I'm tempted to fob her off, tell her I'll be in touch. I'm already deeply involved with one pre-teen so do I need to add to the risk of discovery? Then I look hard at her face, how many times has this happened? Sex with maybe another adult like me then they tell her goodbye. She looks a little sad but resigned. I surprise her and perhaps myself.
"Yes Britt I'd love to see you again, phone me next week, in the evening, and we'll talk."
On her face a small and hopeful smile flickers so I lean forward and kiss her softly on her lips before she leaves my car with a spring in her step. Have I done the right thing? Who knows? She lives with her single parent in a chaotic household so perhaps she deserves a little love and excitment in her life. I'm going to try to see she gets it.
As I cruise home to my appartment I recall that in two days time Lucy has her appointment with me, time for more loving in my surgery. How would she react to Britt? A sudden image forms in my mind. Me sprawled naked on my bed. Pillowed on my breasts an equally naked Britt. Kneeling with her head buried between Britt's thighs is my lover child Lucy.
Despite my recent thunderous orgasm my clit stirs again, should I be more careful? No! I'll follow doctor's orders and take my pleasures when and where I can. Time for Lucy and Britt to meet soon?
More about Helen, Lucy, and Britt in Part Three "Doctor's Dilemma" soon.
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