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The Clinic
The waiting room, unoccupied, was spare to say the least. The simple bench had a fabric covered seat bereft of padding. Pallid light issued through bare windows. A single stuffy book, 19th Century Steam Engines Illustrated, lay atop a scarred and stained coffee table.
Lori sat on the bench and set her purse next to her.
"Comfy?" David asked.
"Not too." She picked up the book and then set it back down.
"Not that interesting?" David asked.
"You want to read it?"
"Not really."
"You want to sit next to me?"
"Okay. Sure."
Lori gave David room, and for a minute or two they sat silently, side by side, their hands folded quietly upon their laps.
"It probably won't be long now," David said.
Lori nodded. A minute later she said, "Do you think I should take my clothes off? Or wait?"
"You could take them off," David said. "Get a head start. I think that would be a good idea."
Lori stood up, unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She folded it and set it on the coffee table. She slipped out of her shoes. She took off her slacks and her panties and arranged them on the coffee table. Then she stepped back into her shoes and seated herself again. She said, "I think I'll leave my scarf on for now."
"Chilly?" David said.
"No, it's actually kind of warm."
David smiled, his eyes touching her bare breasts.
"Oh, you mean my nipples. They get like that when I get nervous or excited."
"Are you nervous or excited?"
"A little."
"That's probably good," David said.
"What about you?"
"A little."
"Nervous or excited?" Lori asked.
"Both."
"Is your..."
"What?"
"I want going to say, 'Do you have an erection?' but I can see that you do, at least a little bit of one, under your pants, I mean. I don't mean to suggest you have a little..."
"Of course not," David said. "Would you like to see it not under my pants?"
"Might as well," Lori said.
David unzipped his pants.
"Oh boy, more than a little, I'd say," Lori said.
"Do you like it?"
"It looks very nice. Very big."
"Would you like to touch it?"
"Ooh, soft and warm. It feels good. It feels..."
Before Lori could complete her statement, David was kissing her. His lips brushed hers. His lower lip touched her upper lip. Then he had her upper lip between his lips, and he was caressing the inner, underside of her upper lip with the tip of his tongue. The tip of Lori's tongue touched the underside of David's tongue. Her breathing quickened. Without thinking about it, she used her hand to milk David's erection, squeezing it to the rhythm of his kiss. She was getting more and more excited.
David's cock was too big for Lori's mouth. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel in her cunt. He didn't seem to mind that for now she was limited to kissing it and licking it. Her tongue trilled the slit. Her lips nipped the scruff of foreskin just below the head. He was definitely getting excited. The plush glans was slick with a mix of her saliva and his seep. She thought maybe she could make him come without using her hands, but he was making it difficult for her to concentrate, because he'd removed her silk scarf and was sawing it across her breasts. The slow scrape was so delicious. Her nipples were so sensitive. And then he caught the silken strand beneath one of her breasts and tugged it up. She tried to rise up, to keep the silk in contact with her nipple and keep his cock in contact with her mouth, but he kept lifting, lifting, lifting...
Abruptly David stood up from, his erection wagging, the helmet gleaming. He guided Lori gently but firmly onto her back, tossed her pink purse onto the floor, and sat at her feet. He spread her legs and without ceremony pushed two fingers into her vagina. He thrust vigorously while with his other hand palpitated her lower abdomen. Still thrusting and pressing, he manipulated her clitoris with his thumb. It didn't take long for the spasms to begin. She howled silently, her orgasms severe and protracted. Eventually secretions soaked the cover of 19th Century Steam Engines Illustrated, which was trapped beneath her buttocks.
David lifted Lori from the bench and lowered her onto his erect phallus. Lori's mouth opened as the glans penis penetrated her vagina. Lori's mouth opened wider and wider, as if to aid her sexual orifice in expanding to accommodate David's substantial girth. It took some time for Lori's cunt to fully ensheathe David's cock. When it bottomed, the bulbous head kissing Lori's twitching cervix, David lifted her up again, slowly, almost but not quite clearing the plush grip of her inner lips. He let her down again, down to the bottom, and then lifted, and when he let her fall the third time, the succulent plunge cause Lori to cry out and her cunt to constrict. Lifting and lowering her, David fucked the girl. Her cunt continued to clench. Lori keened through a prolonged climax, near the end of which, David flooded her. During the course of his ejaculations, his hands released Lori, and she slid forward, but David's rigid cock was enough to keep her suspended. Her cunt gulped and sucked, much the way a greedy child would slurp up the last of a milkshake. At last he was empty.
For some time they sat together on the hard bench, David's arms around her, his cock plugging Lori's cunt. She sighed deeply, her body slack, her being sated. At last David withdrew. He helped Lori recline upon the bench, retrieved the silk scarf, and fitted it into her sex.
"So you don't leak too much," David said.
Lori smiled up at him. "That should do it," she said sleepily.
"No, one more," David said.
"I couldn't. I couldn't possibly."
David pressed her belly with his palm while circling her clitoris with his forefinger. Lori writhed and thrashed, but to no avail. It didn't take long for the convulsions to begin again.
It was dark when David and Lori left the clinic. She wobbled when she walked. "I can't help it," she said. "I feel like you're still in me. Every step I almost come." She took two more steps and then she did come, nearly collapsing on the pavement.
David took pity on her. He picked her up, kissed her deeply, and carried her home.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
