Norma Egan - The sister keeper

"How does it feel, Jennifer?" he asked softly.

"Good…" she sighed. "I like it."

"Fine. Now, this?"

His stiff tongue began to trail through the folds of her labia, rubbing and wetting every surface, slowly, sensuously, until she was quivering. "Well?"

"Heavenly," sighed Jennifer.

"Excellent. Now concentrate on this."

He inched his tongue slowly up her cunt, tickling the walls with his tongue, gradually filling and stretching her. She moaned and creamed hotly all around his tongue, and she went on moaning as he worked deeper. He reached out, took her legs, and moved them up till her knees touched her tits, thereby shortening her vagina and making it more open to him. She felt him licking her womb, and she almost fainted, both from the pleasure of it and from the heady thought of being licked in so intimate and secret a place.

"Oh, please!" she gasped. "No more! It's too much."

He withdrew and looked up at her affectionately. "Sorry, I hadn't meant to go that far. It's just that you're so pretty down here, I got carried away. In my work, I see a lot of pussy, and, frankly, much of it is unattractive or dull. But yours is sweet. It – however, I digress. We'd better get on with our lesson."

"Oh, Doctor, I don't know," Jennifer sighed. "I think you've made your point. I see what to do now. And I don't want to…" She broke off not wanting to finish. She had been about to say that she didn't want to climax in front of him, though she wasn't quite sure why.

He read her thoughts. "I know. It's a very personal, intimate thing, and I'm still somewhat of a stranger to you. But you mustn't be afraid. I'm on your side. And you're doing so well, we really ought to continue. Tell me how this feels."

He slipped his big hands under her buttocks, lifted her to him, and began to lick all around the puckered mouth of her anus. Jennifer was alarmed. This was one place, she felt, where he had no business to put his tongue. It was wicked, nasty, to taste her there. She was starting to twist away when she felt his stiff tongue wriggling into her asshole. It was hot, very wet, and too exciting to ignore. Her whole upbringing told her it was wrong – but he had persuaded her to dismiss that upbringing because it was false. She wavered, and as she did so his tongue got in all the way, stuffing her anus deliciously. He sensed her pleasure and held his thick tongue still, letting her wiggle her ass and work her anal muscles around it, letting her get the feel of it. Then he began to pump in and out.

"Oh, God," moaned Jennifer. "Oh, my God! Please, you have to stop! Don't make me come that way!"

He stopped and withdrew. To her relief, he now crawled out from between her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his face with a handkerchief. Then he patted the place beside him and smiled at her. She returned his smile and went to sit beside him.

"Well, now," he laughed. "Do you feel guilty about anything I did?"

Jennifer thought about it. "No, I don't," she answered, laughing also. "I should have, but I only felt pleasure. Why?"

"Partly because you did as I told you. You blanked out all those stupid repression's and prejudices of yours. But I think there's another reason, too." He took her hand and looked at her intently. "You were passive, I did all the work, and therefore you weren't really responsible for what happened. You couldn't feel guilty about things you weren't responsible for. Now, if you were to do something pleasant to me, it might be different. I hope not, but we should find out. You initiate the action this time, you be in charge, and we'll see how you react."

Jennifer blushed but smiled. He made good sense. She really ought to know all her reactions to this new scheme. Trailing her arms lightly around his neck, she kissed him, taking her time and using her tongue rather impishly in his mouth. At last she broke off and grinned at him.

"So far, so good," she said. "I liked that."

"Well, all right, Jennifer," he said, smiling. "But it's not much. If you felt guilty about a mere kiss, you'd really be in bad shape. If it's to be a real test, you'd better try something more serious. Like this."

She heard his zipper, looked down at his lap, and saw him drawing out his cock. She forgot her manners and simply gawked for a moment. Springing from a thick forest of black hair, his cock appeared very white, pale, and fat. It was not as long as her brother's, but it seemed thicker. Above all, it was stiff – suspiciously stiff.

"You have a hard-on!" she said indignantly. "I thought you were being entirely professional about this!"

Ciardi snorted. "My dear child! I'm only human! How could I possibly undress you, fondle you, kiss you, eat your pussy, without feeling anything? Your demands on the medical profession are heavy, indeed!"

Jennifer blushed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Very well. Proceed."

He waited, his fat, white cock sticking straight up in his lap, as if there was nothing unusual about his request. Jennifer reddened even more, but saw no point in refusing. It was just one more step in the lesson. She gingerly touched the silky, warm shaft, curled her fingers around it, and then bent to lick timidly around the bulbous, purple glans. A little glob of white cream trembled in the hole, but she avoided it.

"Taste it," Ciardi whispered. "Don't be afraid." She hesitated, then lapped up the little droplet and rolled it around on her tongue.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

She blushed. "Salty. Good."

"All right. Now take the whole thing in your mouth." Again she hesitated, but finally she did as he instructed, opening her lips wide and going down on the fat meat. It stuffed her mouth, and she could not take in the whole shaft. "Now suck," Ciardi whispered. "Just suck and decide how you feel about doing it."

Jennifer worked the penis stiffly in her mouth, letting it nudge her velvety cheek, her slick palate, the ticklish surface of her tongue. She was certain now that she was getting to like the taste of cock, and that was a step in the right direction. When Jonathan made her suck him, she always felt panicked, as if she would choke or be sick, but somehow she did not feel these things with Ciardi. He was gentle, he sat still and did not feed her his prick, but let her guide it. She sucked him contentedly for a few minutes, enjoying the slick silky flesh. Then Ciardi sighed and lifted her head away.

"I could have gone on," Jennifer protested. "I was actually getting to enjoy it."

"That's good," he said, smiling faintly. "But I must repeat, I'm only human. I would have come in your mouth in another second."

"Oh!" Jennifer blushed. She was deeply grateful for his consideration. Even if she was coming to enjoy sucking on a prick, she still abhorred the idea of letting a man ejaculate into her mouth and throat. "Well," she smiled. "What now? Is that the end of our lesson? Did I pass?"

"Jennifer." His voice was suddenly lower, rather raspy. He put his arms around her, applied his weight, and they sank onto the bed. He kissed her, more roughly than before, and spread her legs with his. She felt his hard, fat cock butting blindly against her vulva. She tensed in his arms, but he didn't notice. "Jennifer, let me fuck you."

She pushed him away and burst into angry tears. "Damn you!" she shrieked. "You liar, you-you cad! You pretended to help me, to give me medical advice, and all the time you just wanted to screw!"

Ciardi guffawed. "And what's wrong with that? My God, we did everything else! The whole point was to enjoy, and what could be more enjoyable than to finish with a grand climax? Pun intended."

"Oh, get out!" she sobbed. "You're terrible! Everything is a big joke to you! I don't think you even take my problem seriously!"

"Oh, but I do!" he exclaimed still laughing. "Look at all the trouble I went to, trying to help you!"