Jerry Milner: The lady plays doctor

"I asked you if the cat had your tongue and it appears as if I'll have to find out for myself," said the voluptuous woman. She jerked Joyce into her arms and kissed her hotly on the mouth.

Emily Beresford's mouth was incredibly softer than Dr. Morgan's. Joyce didn't want to be kissed by her, but the mouth on hers was so soft, so warm and fragrant, that Joyce had to linger for just a moment longer to experience this strange new sensation. And in that moment she was lost.

Soft as the mouth on hers was, it was vibrantly strong, and it was constantly moving. Joyce felt that she'd never known anything quite so alive and stimulating as this mouth on her. Then three fingers slid electrically down through her open wet cunt. It truly did feel as if they were wiring electricity into her, but it was a warm and friendly electricity that thrilled rater than killed. Those fingers knew exactly where to touch her and exactly how hard to do it. The sensations they produced were quite enough to overcome Joyce's shock at being kissed so suddenly. She could even put up with the feeling of those enormous tits pushing against her in order to feel a bit more of those beautifully wriggling fingers in her slit, exciting her and at the same time soothing her, tickling her and yet quieting her fears. As badly as she had to pee, the woman's fingers had her right on the brink of orgasm. If she hadn't had a full bladder, and if that viper Dr. Morgan hadn't been right behind her naked butt, she might well have come at the first touch of Emily Beresford's fingers in her twat. As it was she felt absolutely wild – wild to strive a bit for that orgasm and wild to get herself out of this shameful position.

And just as Joyce was summoning up the last of her will power, her hand was grasped by the woman on the bed with her and pulled against flesh that was even softer, warmer, wetter than the mouth that was so busily sucking on her tongue. That was a cunt she was feeling, and the very idea of it was so titillating that Joyce felt faint with sudden lust.

And then it became all the more thrilling as she felt the voluptuous body before her began to quake and tremble. Joyce sucked back on the soft lips. She quickly located the woman's clitoris, found it to be wonderfully big, and teased and tickled and pulled it just as her own was being teased and tickled and pulled.

Dip, lovely wet mouth was pulled from hers. There was an audible smack as it was torn away, and Joyce could open her eyes to the thrilling change that had so quickly taken place in the beautiful, poised woman who'd come into the room just moments before. Gone was her haughty expression and her crooked smile, and in their place were glazed eyes and a slack mouth, flushed checks and flaring nostrils. Emily Beresford was nonetheless beautiful than before, but now with the mask of lust on her face, her beauty was infinitely more exciting to behold. The woman was about to come, and Joyce was right there to see it happening! It didn't matter at all that Dr. Morgan had his finger up between her asscheeks and was smearing her overflowed cunt juice on her asshole. It didn't matter that he was watching and making dirty remarks or that a woman was playing with her cunt while she played with the woman. Even her own dizzy feelings were of little importance, for all that mattered now was that she excite this absolutely beautiful woman even more and be there to watch even trifling moment of her orgasm.

"Are you feeling good? Are you going to come?" Joyce eagerly asked.

"Feeling wonderful!" the big brunette exclaimed. "Damn right I'm going to come! You, too! Together! Come on!?!"

"GO ahead!" said Joyce, twiddling that lovely big tilt with expert fingers.

"Gaw-w-w-w-wd, just look at us," the gorgeous brunette moaned, swaying backward, big jugs jiggling and pale body all flushed. "Kneeling here on the beds finger-fucking when we just met."

Joyce gazed down, at the two of them. There was the women with her big tits, her thick hair getting tended around her, her cunt juice running down to make her thighs glisten with moisture, coming from the touch of Joyce's fingers. And there she herself was, a petite blonde with perky little round titties and prim little blonde muff. Compared to Emily Beresford, Dr. Joyce Carruthers was nothing more than a slip of a girl, but she could feel even bit of womanly delight that Emily was feeling as time after time her wet and slippery fingers brought the big brunette to another climax.

Dr. Morgan wriggled his finger deeper inside Joyce's tight little asshole and said, "You've really got her going, Doc. Why don't you get down there and lick her cunt and make her really take off. Go on. You'll like the taste of that twat. It's hot and sweet, and it stinks so goad you just can't quit it."

"Oh, no. Oh, no," said Joyce, aware only then that the penetrating perfume in the air was the smell of women in heat, her smell and that of the stunning brunette she was gazing at.

"Oh, yes, eat my cunt for me!" Emily panted. "Go right down and give me a good licking, you little blonde doll," she said, and rasped Joyce by the nape of her neck and tried to force her down.

"No!" Joyce exclaimed, twisting out of her grip, but not far enough. The grip was strong, and before Joyce could escape she found her mouth pressed firmly against one of the big red nipples on the end, of the lesbian's mammoth, jutting tits.

The red on it was from lipstick. Joyce could taste that right away, and right after that she could taste the far more exciting flavor of the bare nipple on the end of the big tit, all covered with gooseflesh, a nipple as big as the end of a thumb. She couldn't help but suck on it. It was made far sucking, and Joyce had to do it. She had to go on tickling that lovely big clit, too, partly because her hand was being pressed against it, partly because of the thrilling sensations she was producing in the rest of the woman's body.

Christ, she had her quivering and shaking everywhere. She had her coming time after time, in rapid succession as she pulled and pushed on her clit and sucked and tongue-lashed her nipple. It gave Joyce a feeling of tremendous power to be able to control the actions of such a big, strong woman. With a tweak of her fingers she could make her big hips surge, and with a flick of her tongue she could make her moan with delight.

And then Joyce did it all at once. She got it all together, as the saying goes, and sucked as thrillingly as she could on that lovely big nipple as she diddled that swollen wet clit the best way imaginable. The result was a gutsy groan from the big woman, a shudder originating in her spine and spreading everywhere through her body, and a moan of delight that Joyce could feel as well as hear.

"oh-h-h-h-h,gawd! Little blonde… really making me come! Uh, it, UH! Fuck me with your fingers, baby, and suck my nipple! Bite it! Yes! Oh, harder! Gaw-w-w-w-d, damn!" she exploded, as Joyce nipped her harder with her teeth. "Am I ever going to get even with you for this one. Oh, Christ! Just a little more. Ah-h-h-h-h! A little more, and I'll take care of you, baby!"

Joyce straightened up and hugged her. She was still playing with her cunt, but softly now in the aftermath of her orgasm. Lesbian or not, this was a woman who was her sister, and she cared for such a person enough to bring her down sweetly and joyfully, warmly and lovingly, from the heights of orgasmic bliss. The delights of orgasm were still rippling through the magnificent body in Joyce's arms. Wonderful warm shivers caused it to tremble and quake as Joyce hugged her and soothed her sated clit. Joyce herself was still short of orgasm, but she'd shared enough in that of this big woman to be content with what she had until she was able to climb on the big cock somewhere behind her and ride it till she burst.