Jerry Milner - The lady plays doctor

The remnants of her pristine white nightie were bunched around her waist. Her little titties were as bare as Emily's big ones now, and both were well lubricated with the tingling lotion as they slid together and up and down, nipple kissing nipple. They were sweating, and Joyce's hands and legs kept slipping, but slit took new grips and hung on for dear life, working her hips as fast as she could to keep up wit the strong strokes of the cock in her cunt. Emily was grunting and Joyce was screaming and Dr. Morgan was taking pictures. Both women were orgasming constantly and heavily, and each could feel an even bigger explosion of pleasure coming on.

"Hurt her," said Dr. Morgan. "Hurt her, Emily. Just like she wants to be hurt."

"Can't hurt this little cunt," Emily rasped.

"Just fuck it!" Joyce demanded. Fuck it black and blue!" Can you feel it coming on, Emily? Can you?"

"Almost there," Emily gritted, and astounded and delighted Joyce with a new surge of energy.

"I'm slipping. Can't hold on," Joyce said, close to sobbing again as the intensity of her orgasm took the strength from her arms and legs and they began to slip from Emily's slick sweaty flesh.

"I've got you," Emily gasped. "I won't let you go!"

"Never. Never let me go. Neither of you," Joyce mumbled.

Her legs slipped off from around Emily's waist. They dangled downward, jerking like the legs of a marionette, while Emily stabbed upward in her with her cock. There was a look of madly insane pleasure in Emily's eyes now. Joyce could see it and appreciate it through eyes that were barely open. In her staggering, Emily had brought them up against a wall. It was hard and harsh against Joyce's back, but she welcomed its support, for she was beginning to slip down further, fearing she might lose the lovely hot cock in her gushing bunt. Her feet touched the floor and she spread them more widely to accommodate her lover as she slipped down the wall. The rapidly moving end of the dildo felt as if it were thumping against her backbone and she seemed to be coming there, too. Her head was lolling helplessly while Emily drove on to her finish. She would have passed out completely save for the stimulus of the big, big orgasm still going on everywhere in her body.

Both women were drenched with sweat when at last Emily's knees touched the floor. Joyce's legs were spread and bent obscenely, and now it was Emily who was whimpering as she strove to eke out all she could of the last dregs of their tremendous, mutual orgasm. The crest had passed for Joyce, but she was still deriving great pleasure from feeling the beautiful peak in Emily's body. Even the great energies of the big lesbian were diminishing, however. Now she was laboring with her dildo in Joyce's cunt as she knelt on the floor between the legs of the pinioned girl and pushed it in her and pulled it out. Joyce was almost passed out, still tingling everywhere with pleasure, but almost unconscious. She felt a rain, refreshing rain on her face, and she opened her eyes and saw Dr. Morgan's cock pointed at her face, spewing its rich, creamy spunk down on her as he stroked it hard and fast with his hand.

"You're never going to leave us, are you?" he said, panting.

Joyce licked her lips and grinned foolishly, hugged Emily with what little strength remained to her, and murmured, "Never. Never leave you. Love you. Love you both."

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 fist, 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 all 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-mm-mm-mm. 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 middle 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 our 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 fight, dear. Bath 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 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 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.