Jerry Milner: The lady plays doctor

"Your vulva is quite moist. You've a good, healthy odor to you, Joyce. You can tell a great deal about a patient's health by his body odor. The flavor of an individual's perspiration is also an indication of his state of health. Did you know that slave traders used to lick the chests of slaves they were going to buy? It told them whether thy were buying healthy merchandise. I can tell a lot about…"

Ohh. He was licking her pussy! No, that couldn't be. He couldn't be performing cunnilingus on her. He was only demonstrating one of his homespun diagnoses. But, dear God, it was almost impassible to stand it! Her feet pushed harder into the stirrups, her hands clutched hard at the sides of the table. She grimaced and went tense all over her body, and he went on licking her cunt in an absolutely maddening fashion.

The doctor's tongue was licking up her wide-open slit, tasting her, and almost driving her mad. She had to hold still for it somehow, and that was so very hard to do, for his broad thick tongue was touching her everywhere there while his hands pushed her quaking legs still farther apart.

"Don't. P-Please!" she blurted, writhing and trembling as he licked heavily through her cunt.

"You taste healthy enough," he said, hands slipping down to firmly clasp her tensed asscheeks now, thumbs still holding her cuntlips open for his swirling tongue.

"It's late. I've got to go to bed. Finish this another time," she said, gasping and panting, writhing and feeling like a fool for reacting like this to his attentions.

"Sure. Another time," he said, and his lips circled her clitoris and his tongue drew it to a firmly reaching point, and Joyce's back arched up off the table.

"Please! Don't! I'm so sensitive there!"

"And here?" he asked, and crouched lower, and pushed his thickly tapered tongue up into the tight slick portals of her cunt.

"Oh, Doctor, please! God, I can't stand that!" she cried, trying now to get her feet out of the stirrups, but finding her legs paralyzed from the hot lances of quivering heat shooting down through them.

"You shouldn't be all that sensitive there," he murmured against her pulsing cunny. "According to Emily, here's where all the action is," he said, and swiped his tongue up the open slit to push against her pulsing clitoris with it, while his firm lips sucked strongly on her there.

"This isn't fair. Don't do this to me," she moaned, close to tears, closer still to an orgasm which she had no desire for at all.

"I'll give you a chance to get even later," he said. He took another breath, and settled down to give her a cunt-sucking that broke down all her will to resist.

"Oh my God, suck it, suck it, suck it! Nobody's sucked my cunt for on… years, and it feels so Goddamned fucking good I can't believe it! Wonderful Goddamned cuntlapper!" she said, exulting in the vulgarities that strewed forth from her twisted, smiling lips. "Shit! Big fucking tongue! You know how to suck cunt… ten times better than those stupid… ah-h-h-h… those stupid nurses did. oh, yes, kiss it! Suck my cunt!" she cried, and wrenched her little hands from the table's edges to hold her twat open wide for the hot kisses of this wonderful man who was pleasing her so very much, giving her just what she'd needed.

"I'm gonna fuck you, too," he said, and sucked her clit between his teeth, nipping it so unexpectedly and sweetly that Joyce was immediately catapulted into the throes of orgasm.

"Fuck me, eat me, fuck me!!!" she yelled, arching high off the table now as her trembling little body followed the countless number of the skyrockets bunting in her head. "My cunt, eat mycunt!" she cried through a wild delirium of delight, splaying her legs wide for more of his kisses as she came quaking down to kiss the table with her hot bottom once again.

"You like to talk when you're having sex, eh?" he said, between one marvelously tingling kiss and the next. "You can't help cussing and talking dirty, can you?" he said, chuckling and rubbing his chin against her exploding clit. "Total release. That's good. I like it. So will Miss Beresford," he said, and buried his handsome face between her legs once again, and stabbed and swirled in her gushing open cunt with his wonderful tongue.

"Oh, shit!" Joyce cried, exploding again. "Feels so fucking good I can't stand it, I CAN'T STAND IT! Eat my cunt! For God's sake, don't stop yet! It feels so good to come, come, come!" she moaned, arching up off the table again, elevated by the strong hands squeezing her asscheeks and the far stronger feelings surging everywhere within her little writhing body.

Head rocking back and forth on the leather, the room was a kaleidoscope seen through her whipping blonde hair. The gleaming instruments, the medicine baffles, the medical volumes, all the things she loved were surrounding her, while this marvelous man she so admired made her come over and over again with his wonderful hot kisses. It had been months since she'd had any sex, and now he was releasing all her pent-up sexual energies at once. He was doing it in just the way she'd subconsciously wanted it – thoroughly, passionately licking her cunt, promising her better things to come, even encouraging her to use those exciting obscenities that somehow burst out of her when she was having sex.

She reached down and grasped his hair with her fingers, pulled his face harder against the seething gash, all hot and wet between her legs. "Suck my twat and then fuck me!" she cried, hips jerking up at his agile thick tongue, body throwing a fuck at his handsome face. "Oh God, I need this so bad! Make me come just one more time and then shove that big hat cock of yours mine and fuck me silly! Years of work, years of training, I'd give it all up to feel your cock in me! But make me come with your tongue again first! Yes! Yes!" she hoarsely cried as he sucked in her clit and most of her vulva and lashed that supersensitive flesh with his tongue. "It feels so good, so fucking good! Aaaoooooo!!! Yeeee-e-e-e-e!!! So good I can't stand it! Cant stand any more!!!" she screamed as the orgasm became painfully intense.

His fingers deep in her asscheeks were alone enough to make her come now, but still he was sucking with fierce passion on her clit. She was weeping, sobbing too hard to beg him to stop and let her rest for a moment before she took his cock in her cunt. She felt she'd had in these few minutes enough cunt-lapping to last her a lifetime, but she still hungered for his cock. Just a little rest, then that lovely hard cock in her cunt, and she'd be sexually satisfied for many months to come.

Her hands were pushing at his head now. She lay there shivering and shuddering, still tingling with the residues of her orgasms, very painfully sensitive now to even those last touches of his tongue tip swirling over her but. His tongue was teasing it, twins to soothe it while she lay there panting and moaning, trying to release.

Joyce sighed deeply when at last he arose, licking his smiling lips. "Your cunt tastes good. You've really got a little honey-hole there. And you sure know how to come."

"It's been so long. I was practically out of my mind when I got here. You took me by surprise. I don't… normally do this."

He just chuckled at her explanations. She tried to pull down her smock, but he zipped it up again. She was still so weak from the sudden inundation of sex that she couldn't get up from the table, but she could cover her face with her hands. She wondered exactly what she'd said to him in the heat of her passion, and she wondered if she'd heard him right when he'd been talking.

"Please don't!" she said, when he put his hand on her cunt again. "I'll have coitus with you… Phil, but first let me rest for just a minute."

He chuckled and went on slipping his fingers over her wet flesh. He said, "Coitus? Let's not get medical after hours, Dr. Carruthers. You're just plain Joyce now, and we're going to fuck, not have coitus. So you like to have your cunt licked, eh?"