Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  I carefully rolled her onto her back, probably at a moment where she was closest to having her strongest need fulfilled, but I was beginning to consider my own desires. I wanted to comprehensively fuck Jackie's tidy little body that had always promised so much, but somehow our interactions never seemed to allow it to proceed.

  She seemed to have made it clear to me that she needed to be fucked as soon as possible. My erection was hard like cement and throbbing with an urgent need.

  But I still had to deal with her condition.

  'Jackie, I need to find out what's happened and what's happening to you.'

  'Then I suggest you fuck me and observe my responses. How about that for a test?' she said urgently. 'You're cock looks hard enough to me and I'm as wet as I've ever been and we're both naked. If you don't fuck me now there must be something wrong with both of us.'

  I moved her legs wide apart and lifted her knees up high and began avidly sucking the fluid dripping copiously from her cunt. After a minute of greedily sucking and licking her between her gorgeous legs, I heard her stop breathing for a few seconds and she began contracting her muscles, relaxing then tightening her muscles closing her vagina tightly with each frantic orgasmic spasm.

  Unlike me, I have found some women like to be fucked after an orgasm, and while she was still having after shocks, I speared her dewy cunt with my throbbing cock while she lay with her arms and legs spread wide.

  She said, 'Go for it Davis. Fuck me as hard as you can. Just FUCK me.'

  I always like to try and please my partner when I have a chance to, so I did what I was told and fucked her like a bush pig on stimulants out in the wild. I felt her hands on my arse, exploring me and triggering more obscene thrusting, then the information was driven home when her feet hooked around my thighs and she began responding physically to my efforts.

  'Jackie, you've got your movement back. You're going to be OK,' I said with real relief.

  'Don't stop now. I going to come again,' she said kissing me with her arms around my neck. 'Therapy's over now, so just fuck me because I want you to,' she demanded talking through her salacious kissing.

  Now her whole body was responding and we were both fucking as though a primal urge demanded we ravish one another for the next ten minutes until we were both utterly spent.

  We remained still in each other's arms for another minute, then I stood up and helped her to her feet.

  After she had slowly recovered her balance, she said, 'Thanks for that Davis. I don't know what happened, but I think you cured me. I feel fine.'

  We dressed in silence and as I walked back to my car, I asked 'Can I call you later to make sure you're still OK?'

  'Yes, do that. It would be very nice.'

  As she drove away, I resolved to find out as much as I could about those wasps.

  I reached for my mobile phone and replayed the recording to test its clarity. Satisfied, I called Doctor Gordon about my wasp bite to make sure there was nothing wrong with me.

  The next day, I was to meet Dr Emily Gordon, a beautiful brunette, a new addition to the local medical center. She attended to me when my usual doctor had been away on holiday. I was delighted to find her a very warm and confidence inspiring doctor. But what was most pleasing was her gorgeous smile and her twinkling bright brown eyes as well as her very shapely body.

  She told me she would ask her husband to pick her up when I left after she had finished her notes. She had a no vacancies in her book, but would remain back late to attend to me. I was getting excited at the thought.

  The man who entered before me, now in the waiting room reading as I entered her consulting room might have been her husband, or another patient awaiting another doctor's attention.

  While I was waiting, I re-set my telephone to record my visit. I didn't want any doubt as to who initiated what if this consultation headed in another direction.

  She greeted me and invited me to sit in her patient's chair. I could see up her grey skirt to a glimpse of her yellow nickers as she sat on the edge her desk in front of me.

  'What brings you here today Davis?'

  'It's probably nothing, but I seem to have been bitten or stung by a wasp as I rode down a lane-way. I lost my balance and felt faint a few moments. I may have passed out momentarily, but there appears to be no other after effects. I thought I should check with you before jumping to conclusions,' I said.

  'Where were you stung? Let me see,' she said.

  'Just below my right shoulder at the back,' I said.

  Take off your shirt and let me have a look,' she instructed me.

  I removed my shirt and she spun my chair and looked closely at my wound.

  I asked, 'Is it swollen, smooth, hot or normal temperature? I can't quite reach it my self,' I said.

  I knew it was smooth and cool to touch but I thought it was her role as a doctor to inform me, or in this instance to confirm what Jackie had told me.

  She rubbed her fingers and then her hand over the surface.

  'It seems to be inflamed and that would raise expectations of a higher temperature, but it is cool and smooth to my touch. Are you having any tingling sensations?'

  'No. I did at the time I was stung, but now it just feels pleasant to my touch, though I can't reach close to it without pushing my arm with my other one,' I told her demonstrating. 'Do I need any medication or something to put on it doctor?'

  She quickly moved away, closed her eyes and slightly shaking her head, reached out to my hand to steady herself.

  'Goodness, I feel like I might faint. Can you call. . . .'

  Her voice trailed off. I helped her to the chair I was sitting on to steady her. She was frantic and I tried to calm her.

  'I think I know what's happening to you doctor. If you can remain calm, it will pass in about 30 or 40 minutes. You will need to relax safely so you don't fall. I'll lower you to the floor. You might feel a need to touch or to scratch yourself. I will set my mobile phone to 'record' and you can play it back for any information you might want to analyse later. Is that OK?'

  As I spoke to her I lowered her to the floor and I placed my mobile phone beside her head so it would pick up her voice clearly

  'Yes. That's a good idea.'

  'Can you move Doctor?'

  She tried but there was no movement.

  'No. I can't move.'

  'I'm going to feel your legs and test your sense of touch. Can you feel this?'

  'Yes. You must continue to feel my legs.'

  'You can speak, but otherwise, you are unable to move. Is your breathing normal?'

  'Yes Davis, my breathing is normal. I must say I still have a heightened sense of touch, which is unusual with paralysis. Now you must begin removing my clothing.'

  'Shouldn't we wait for your husband to get here Doctor Gordon?'

  'No, I can't wait. You must strip me naked. I want to feel your hands all over my body. Don't leave one stitch on me.'

  I was very shocked, but not too surprised. Once I determined what she was asking, I was more than willing to comply. My cock was growing quickly and I savored the feeling of increasing arousal.

  Kneeling, straddling her body, I unfastened the buttons on her blouse, pulled her to a sitting position, then lowered her top removing her arms and removing it from her body. I unfastened her bra and still holding her against me to prevent her falling, her beautiful firm tits were lightly touching me as I tossed her underwear onto the chair and it joined her top.

  I lowered her to the floor again and removed her shoes. I loosened her grey skirt, pulled them down her legs and put it to one side and then slid her nickers down and removed them also, leaving her naked. I stood up and placed her clothes on the chair

  'Where would you like me to touch you Doctor Gordon?'

  'Everywhere. No! That won't be enough. I want everything I want you to lick every inch of my body, my face, my tits, my arse, everything. I'm instructing you as your doctor, Davis. Pinch me, slap me, pull my hair, everything you
can think of.'

  I made a meal of her beautiful body savouring every smell and taste of her different body parts. I tasted her lips, her neck, under her arms, her firm tits. I turned her over and took pleasure in giving her a sensuous anal tonguing until she began gasping. While she was on her stomach, I stripped myself naked and left my clothes on her desk.

  Rolling her onto her back again, I stretched her legs wide apart, I rubbed both of her feet simultaneously. I bent her knees back until her arse was raised a few centimetres above the floor. I rested her feet on my shoulders and spread her cunt lips apart with my fingers and licked her from her perineum, slowly over her drenched vagina, along her wet lips to her clitoris with a wide tongue over and over until her whole nether area, her arse hole and her vagina opening began twitching. She flooded my face with her delicious orgasmic cunt juice.

  I had the most desperately hard cock, the equal of when I fucked Jackie the day before.

  I rested her legs back on the floor, stood up, and looking down at Dr Emily Gordon, I asked, 'Is that OK. Is there anything else I need to do for you?'

  She looked up at me looking at my cock, and said. 'Yes there certainly is. You have a bigger penis than my husband, and it looks very, very hard. I have this morbid need to be fucked. I want that inside me. You must screw me hard and to really go for it.'

  'But Doctor Gordon, is it OK for a patient to fuck his doctor during a consultation like this?'

  'Yes. When I'm like this, it is critical that you ravish me comprehensively. I'm more than ready Davis. Please don't make me wait any more.'

  I moved her legs so her knees were bent and wide apart, then I poised myself above her and gradually positioned my swollen cock at the dripping entrance of my doctor's willing vagina on her consulting room floor.

  I placed my arms around her to get a grip on her body, and maximum leverage to give me maximum effect of shoving my cock up my bewildered but beautiful married doctor, then began slowly sliding my cock into, and equally slowly back out of her drenched cunt. I gradually increased the tempo, fucked her vigorously and greedily for the next ten minutes. I withdrew, turned her onto her stomach and poked my pulsing cock into her again from the back and screwed her again for the next few minutes. I rolled over so that she was on top of me still feeding my cock into her from the back. She began watching herself getting fucked looking in the reflection of the glass doors at the bottom of her desk.

  We continued like this for another 15 minutes when there was a gentle knock at her door and a voice called, 'Emily, it's me. Can I come in?'

  I began fucking her harder and faster, one arm around her waist and the other rubbing her clitoris in time with my swiveling hips in a mild panic.

  The door handle began to move as my spasms intensified and my orgasm hit me and I ejaculated into Doctor Gordon as she called back, 'I'm with a patient Brice. I'll finish up in a little while and call you. OK Darling?'

  I was still mid climax as he replied, 'No hurry Em. There's plenty of reading out here.'

  She turned her face to kiss me as he closed the door without looking in. She began straightening her legs and wriggling her toes. She seemed be getting her movement back. His footsteps receded and I finished fucking his wife.

  She climbed off me and turned, then lowered her cunt onto my rigid cock again and, face-to-face, SHE began fucking ME seriously for the first time. She began whimpering as her slavering cunt took over with a mind of its own. Her climax hit her as she breathed open mouthed into my ear.

  After her thrashing died down, I remarked 'We've been fucking for ages Doctor. You have definitely got your movement back.'

  'Yes I have. I feel quite normal all of a sudden.'

  She was relieved that she had recovered her movement. She squatted over me and slowly stood up withdrawing her sexy cunt from my cock. She tested her balance for a moment, then she looked down at me. I saw a woman with a languid look in her eyes. I got to my feet and she hugged me. It felt warm and beautiful.

  Dr Gordon looked up at me and said 'Thank you Davis. I think you cured me'.

  She tested her balance and slowly walked to where I had left her clothes.

  Still naked, I switched off my recording and connected it via usb cable to her computer and transferred the file to her PC, then finished dressing.

  'Do you need that filed in any particular folder Doctor Gordon?' I asked.

  'Leave it on my desktop and I'll file it. Thanks again Davis. Call back if that bite gives you any trouble. I might need to call you to get more information about the sting.'

  You're welcome Doctor,' I replied formally.

  I passed her husband in the waiting room as I left, wondering how long the effect of touching my wasp bite would affect women. It would be interesting to see if somebody touching my healing sting would spontaneously come to a climax without me fucking or even touching her. That would take more discipline than I have showed so far.

  I expect the sting will heal eventually, but I still have a few ideas concerning who I will show it to. Next will be Sister Veronica, the nursing nun at the community clinic has appealed to me ever since I met her. She is training me in first aid and sports injury prevention at the institute where I am training as a cyclist's maintenance masseur. She always keeps a professional distance between herself and her clients and particularly trainees. It will be interesting to see how much distance she keeps if I can get her to inspect my sting, particularly if I can contrive to show her in a semi public setting.

  When it has healed, I might ride past that wasp nest again.

  The End.

  Virtually Reality

  "It's the bomb," Ximena babbled excitedly, untangling the cables to the headsets.

  Shelly wasn't so sure she agreed. Her life was connected enough, without spending extra time playing with weird electronics. The evening could have been spent on a date, or studying, or just relaxing. Instead, she'd spent it listening about Ximena's new obsession, and now it was turning into some lame geekfest.

  "Aren't these 3-D glasses like they used to use with old TVs?" Shelly asked, watching her friend tease out the cords and plug them into the surprisingly large box.

  "Do you see a television?" the brunette replied, looking up and tossing her hair out of her eyes. "And maybe they are; Mick didn't say, but it isn't like he just bought them on Amazon."

  Out of a dumpster seemed more likely, Shelly thought, but she kept the notion to herself. It was good to see Ximena feeling upbeat again, even if it meant putting up with... this. "Tell me again what the point of this is?"

  "It's virtual reality," Ximena repeated, as if that explained everything. "Do you live under a rock?" She shook herself and handed one of the headsets to her friend. "Look, just work with me, okay? It's easier to see it than explain."

  Shelly looked at the chunky glasses, which actually looked more like a cross between night-vision goggles and first-generation 3-D glasses. They probably were going to give her a raging headache. "Do I wear these over my glasses?" she asked, giving in.

  "No," Ximena said. "The focus will adjust by itself." She pushed a button on the box, which began emitting a low hum, and put on her headset. "Just put them on and try to relax."

  Rolling her eyes, now that her friend couldn't see her expression, Shelly set her prescription eyeglasses on the corner of Ximena's desk. She squirmed slightly, adjusting the pillow behind her back, and tucked an errant lock of auburn hair behind one ear. Seeing no further way to avoid it, Shelley settled the headset in place.

  "There's nothing but static!" she complained after a long minute. "I don't think it's working."

  "Just wait!" Ximena's voice sounded. "It takes a little time to calibrate or whatever."

  "This is lame," Shelly retorted, but she kept with it, blinking periodically and feeling her eyes strain to make sense of what was in front of her.

  Finally the speckled static seemed to resolve into sharper pixels, which then began subdividing themselves into a grey haze. Shelly w
as about to complain again when she realized the haze was fading like time-lapse video of a morning fog burning off.

  Instead of a landscape, Shelly saw a cartoonish room, bereft of detail. Purple walls, tan floor, white ceiling. A few featureless brown boxes stood in for furniture, including the bed she sat on. Her first thought was that it made "South Park" look photorealistic.

  "Oh, come on!" the redhead complained, looking at the figure sitting beside her. Ximena's avatar looked more impressive than the room, which wasn't saying much -- her friend looked like a refugee from some ancient pre-2000 video game.

  It wasn't just the cartoonish effect, either; Ximena was wearing some ridiculous harem-type costume. As Shelly stared, her headset almost imperceptibly filled in additional detail, sharpening the figure until it was clear the outfit was more about leather and chains than gauze. It certainly didn't look anything like the low-rise sweats the brunette was wearing in the real world.

  "Isn't it kewl?" Ximena asked. The figure's mouth wasn't quite in synchronization with the voice in Shelly's ears as she watched the avatar jerkily stand and display itself more clearly.

  "Cool?" Shelly repeated, far less enthusiastically. "Why do women always end up looking like sluts? Don't programmers like looking at people with normal clothes?"

  Ximena laughed. "It's not the real world, Shelly. Live a little! It didn't cost me anything, and it's not like anybody else will see this. Besides, you should talk!"

  Shelly looked down at herself and realized she was naked! The body had all the featureless curves of a doll, but it was still embarrassing! The coed clapped her hands over herself, feeling a little disoriented by the feel of fabric under her hands and the visual impact of her "hands" stopping not quite on her "body." "Jesus, Ximena! How do I fix this?"

  "Don't freak out," her friend reassured her. "Just imagine what you want. It's a little rough, at first, until you get the hang of it."

  The redhead concentrated on the sweatshirt and shorts she knew she was wearing. After a long moment, the pale skin beneath her fingers turned to grey fabric. Shelly sighed and dropped her hands. "How do I look?"