Jerry Milner - The lady plays doctor

She helped it. She reached up and grabbed hold of those luscious big hips and pulled down hard. The big pink cunt settled wetly on her face. She was already sucking and tonguing before Emily had made herself comfortable then. The slippery flesh squirmed over her face in a delightfully sexy way before she felt Emily arch backward to present her clit directly to Joyce's seeking mouth.

"Mmm! M-m-m-mphh-h-h-h!" Joyce's outcries of ecstasy were muffled by the cunt-flesh, but they rang loud in her cam as Phil ate her out and she ate out Emily. She was the filling of a cunnilingus sandwich that was coming at both ends. Emily's weight on her face was such that she couldn't thrash about as she otherwise might have, and this seemed to intensify the pleasure of her orgasms. And Phil was holding her so firmly that her hips weren't bucking and her cunt remained centered exactly under his sucking mouth. Never in her life had she been the object of such a direct sexual attack, and never had the bull's eye of that attack been hit more directly.

Her orgasms soared on and on. Pleasure turned to joy, joy to ecstasy, and ecstasy to something akin to pain. Her pussy felt as if it were being turned inside out, and her brain had definitely turned to jelly. She was still able to suck and able to come, but her hands were only free for holding onto Emily's legs now as the orgasming woman squatted around on the upturned face. The ecstasy had indeed turned into pain, but there was still enough of the pleasure left for young Joyce to go on sucking and pushing her cunt up to be sucked until at last she fell into a sort of a swoon.

Joyce awoke seconds later, feeling very light and cool, with pure sweet air rushing into her lungs. Her pussy, still swollen and sopping, was throbbing softly. She wanted nothing more than to drop into a deep, peaceful sleep, though there was something poking at her between her legs.

"Go away for a while. Let me sleep far a while," she murmured, eyes barely open. Emily Beresford was lying beside her on the bed. She was on her side, like one of those unbelievably voluptuous nudes, with a leering smile on her face. Her big tits lolled heavily down from her chest as she lay there with her head propped up on one crooked arm, gazing disdainfully at the little blonde who had already succumbed to the lure of sexual excess.

Dr. Phil Morgan was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He had his big cock in his hand, guiding it against Joyce's already overused twat. She lay with her little asscheeks right on the edge of the bed and her legs hanging over the side. She struggled to try to sit upright and fend him off, but then with one big shove of his hips, he'd plunged his cock up inside her.

"Aggggh!" She uttered a hoarse scream, for his pubic bone hit hers with resounding force.

"Oh, be quiet, you little twit," said Emily, and gave her a painfully hard tweak on her nipple. That pain was immediately lost in an avalanche of other feelings as the doctor grasped her by the hips and began to sock his big dick in her to the hilt.

He fucked her without letup, and under such an attack, Joyce's body had no other course but to respond. Her legs went up in the air, helped by his hands. He hooked them over his shoulders and grinned malevolently down at her as he dug in with his toes and his knees and shoved that big cock in her time and again, for all he was worth. As wet and soft as she was from the cunt-kissing she'd enjoyed, it was still a tight fit. That didn't seem to bother him, however. With a good hold on her hips and with a good anchor on the floor, he was fucking her just as he liked to, holding nothing back. Emily was still pinching and pulling at her titties, but now it didn't hurt. From a few moments before, when she'd been utterly exhausted from too much sex, Joyce had quickly risen from the sexual dead, and was throwing her hips up to him with every ounce of strength in her body.

Her hands clutched at the edge of the mattress and her heels drummed at his back, sending her hips along to meet each of his deeply satisfying stabs until she was panting and seeing stars and coming hard again. The tightness was wonderful, the friction so stark that it was adding to the heat in her twat. Her lips were all stretched out around the gristly muscle of his glistening cock while his heavy balls slapped wetly against her asshole and his big cockhead beat out a steady tattoo on her cervix.

"Give her a good fucking, Phil," said Emily, utterly relaxed and smiling, while beside her Joyce writhed and sweated. "Fuck her black and blue, just like she likes it, and then take over with my pecker."

Joyce was sure she hadn't heard Emily correctly, but just then she didn't care what she heard. Her only sensitivity was in her cunt, and that was getting such a pounding that nothing else in the world mattered at all. Her snatch juices were positively foaming up out of it as Dr. Morgan churned his cock in her. Their heavy scent permeated the room, mingled with the smells of sweat and the rutting male animal. He was snarling like a beast as he drove on to his climax, and Joyce was somehow giggling hysterically, all else forgotten as she was at last getting the fucking she'd longed for. The cunt sucking had only been a prelude for this. A cock in her body, that was what she needed, and that was exactly what she was getting. Soon it would be over, ended with Phil's big burst of come. She could sense that coming from the more forceful poundings of his balls against her asshole, and she was ready for it. Soon she'd be able to sleep the sleep of the dead, but now she had to have his come.

"Give it to me, you big bastard," she panted, reaching out to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. "Rick the living skit out of me, and give your Goddamned come to me! Now! Now, damn it, NOW!"

"God… damn… right!!!" he exploded, just as his cock and balls exploded in her cunt.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, SHIT!" she cried in response as the heavy jetting of his sperm triggered yet another big bang in her womb. She felt it from her toes to the roots of her hair as he surged and surged in her cunt, driving harder than ever, spewing richness and life into her gasping, heaving, sweating body until at last there was nothing left in him and he sighed and rolled over. His cock slipped wetly from her cunt, popped right out of it, and Joyce sighed and flattened on the bed, entirely spent and sated.

Joyce dozed again, but not long enough. She awakened in a foggy daze. Something cold and wet was being held to her lips, and something warm and moist was between her legs. She drank thirstily while Dr. Morgan held her head, even though the first sip of it told her it was strong liquor over ice. Now she could focus on Emily Beresford, still as nude as she and the doctor, gently washing her crotch with a cloth.

"Passed out, did you?" said the doctor. "What's the matter? Can't take a little sex?"

"You call that… a little sex?"

Emily laughed and said, "Oh, that was just a warm up. We like our sex around here, and you're going to like it too."

"I do like sex," said Joyce, "but I believe in a little moderation, too. Right now I believe in a long nap."

"Plenty of time for sleeping later," said the doctor. "We feel like a little more fucking now, and before long you'll feel that way too."

"I doubt that," she said, and there was conviction in her words. She'd had so much that her cunny was sore. And she doubted if the doctor could go on, for his cock lay limply across his thigh as he held the glass to Joyce's kiss-bruised lips once again.

As he helped her to the liquor that she didn't really want, he said, "Emily and I live very respectable lives here in Roseville. At least that's the case insofar as the townspeople are concerned. I'm a respected and respectable physician in their eyes, and also a businessman working on a very large deal for a clinic. Emily is known as a beautiful but very respectable woman. All the men in town think she's frigid, and that's just what we want them to think. Sex and the medical business world just don't mix."