Jerry Milner: The lady plays doctor

"My mom died when I was a baby. We have a couple of maids and a cook, but they're old. Uh… are you going to… look at it now?"

"Yes, Willie. Just jump up there and lie back on the table, and I'll see just what I can do for you."

He lay on his back, rigid, trembling. He had a nice-sized cock for a boy of his age. It was warm and soft in Joyce's hand. It looked as soft as the rest of him, and like the rest of him, there was hard young muscle under the layer of skin. The foreskin was quite tight and pointed. Young Willie shifted about on the table and bit his lip as Joyce moved it back and forth over the pink head of his pecker, bending over him and nodding sagely.

"I don't think I've ever seen your father," she said. "Is he an elderly man?"

"He's about… thirty-seven, I think. Is this going to take much longer, Doctor?"

"Be patient. Relax. I suppose your father is quite the man about town, taking out a lot of eligible ladies ax all that."

"We don't… talk about our personal lives in the Austen family."

"Of course not. I wasn't trying to pry, just making conversation. Your foreskin is tight, but I don't believe it needs circumcision. You have such a manly, attractive penis that it would be a shame to alter it in any way."

"But sometimes it hurts."

"When you play with it, Willie?" she asked, and he flushed scarlet and turned his head away from her. She laughed and said, "I suppose that comes under the category of private lives, too. But don't be ashamed of playing with yourself. We all do it at one time or another."

"Yeah?" he said, eyes back on her now, and wider, and cock getting warmer and larger in her hand.

"Yeah, Willie. My, you have a lot to learn about life and sex. That's what comes from being raised without a mother. All your penis needs is a little exercise and a little lotion, and I've got the lotion right here."

She hated to let go of his prick, but she did so and got the bottle of Dr. Morgan's homemade love lotion from the medicine cabinet. She applied it liberally to her palms and smiled down on the boy. His face was pale now, and his cock was trying to push out through its tight foreskin.

"Oh!" he said when she'd laid her hands on him.

"I'll try to be gentle. Does it hurt, dear?"

"N-No. It sort of b-bums a little, though."

"All part of the treatment. I'll just work it all in real well, while you relax. Yes, you've a lovely penis. Nice testicles, too. I'm afraid I used a little too much lotion. It's getting all over your balls, too. Does it hurt now when I pull back the foreskin?"

"No. I dunno," he said, clutching the edges of the table with both hands, shifting his feet up and down.

"Your prick is getting quite hard, Willie. It can't hurt you too much. My. It's as big as some men's, and it still has a way to grow. That's going to make some women feel very good someday. Someday soon."

"Oh, Doctor," he murmured. "Oh, Dr. Carruthers!"

"Relax, darling. I know I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. I'll bet this feels better than when you play with yourself. Now, doesn't it, Willie?"

"Yeah-h-h-h-h," he breathed. "Jeez, it never felt this good before. Just never!"

"Beautiful cock. Beautiful bay. I wouldn't mind having you for my own. Whew! The things I could teach you. And I don't mean things from medical books. I can't get over how big it is. Tell me something, Willie."

"Yeah. Anything. Anything!" he said, openly arching and humping his prick up through her warmly slippery hand now.

"Are you a virgin? Have you ever stuck this lovely big dick of yours in a girl's cunt and popped your nuts?"

"No, no, no-o-o-o-o, but I've always wanted to. Oh, Jeez, stop it or I'm gonna come!"

"Come and come again," she said, and vigorously jacked him off. She had him moaning and thrashing on the table as jet after jet of his young semen spurted high into the air. She milked him expertly to a marvelous orgasm, and she continued to milk him more gently but nonetheless erotically as he lay back sighing.

"Does your father take out a lot of women around town, Willie?"

He shook his head. "He's been working too hard. But he says… Whew! That sure did feel terrific… but he says he's going to start going out again once they break ground for the hospital. Maybe even get married again. Oh, Jeez, are you going to do it again, Doctor?"

"Call me Joyce, Willie. Yes, I'm going to do it again, but in a much better way."

She had to let go of his prick to lock the door of the examining room, but her eyes never left it and his loving eyes never left her. His eyes widened as she slipped off her doctor's smock and pulled her little dress up over her head, for her cunning little body was then clad in nothing at all but a brassiere. This too was removed before Joyce climbed up on the table with him.

She straddled his thighs. Her cunt was nice and wet, and his prick was still well lubricated from the love lotion that was still doing its work on it. She took it in her hand again and guided it up and down her slit, while the boy watched, fascinated.

"Do you really want to lose your virginity, Willie?" she asked.

"I sure do!" he replied.

"I'll do that favor for you, if you'll do one for me. Will you, dear?"

"Anything! You just name it!" he said, and she smiled broadly at him and hunched her hips forward to engulf his beautiful little prick in her hungry and well-trained cunt.

"I want you to introduce me to your father," she said, moving smoothly, fucking well, and getting a surprising amount of pleasure from having this fine young prick in her body.

"M-My father?" he said, eyes as big as saucers again.

She nodded, hands resting on his chest, and rubbing more of the lotion in around his rigid little nipples, her cunt working over his cock far better than her hand had done the job. "Yes, Willie. I want to meet your father."

"T-To tell him about this?" he asked, so incredulous that the upward movements of his hips ceased.

She shook her lovely blonde head, still smiling, still undulating her hips over his cock, and she said, "Not to tell him. To fuck him."

"You'd fuck my father?"

"If he's anything like his son, I would. I'd lure him into his own bed with me and I'd lure him to the altar. I'd marry him, if he's anything like you, and move into his house and your house and do this to you every day. Would you like that, Willie?"

"Oh-h-h-h, I couldn't stand it! Ga-w-w-w-w-d, I love it!" he exclaimed, and the aching of his body lifted Joyce up off the table now, as fresh gushers of his fine young jism squirted hard up into her convulsing cunt. She clutched his chest deeply, working hard and smoothly on his cock. She grinned down at him, aglow with orgasmic feelings, and glowing too with the knowledge of who'd be running things at the new hospital once she'd lured Austen's cock out of his pants – which is another story in itself.