Jenny could feel the sensations shoot straight down her legs and back up again. She wanted to wriggle and move away and pull back sometimes, when it got too intense, but El held her down firmly and stopped her from moving.
It was the doctor who pulled back first, lifting up her head from in between Jenny’s wet legs, her lips pink and glistening, all the lipstick from them nearly gone now.
She looked at Carla with those smouldering, dark eyes and smirked. “Your turn, beautiful.”
Carla took a couple more steps towards the table, unsure what to do, but thankfully Dr Henley was there to guide her.
She swung her leg off and stood up, leaving Jenny feeling slightly exposed lying there completely naked in front of her best friend.
Carla didn’t seem to mind though. She had a wicked glint in her eye and a slightly cheeky, excited smirk. She’d never been ashamed of her body or how she looked. She was much more confident in that respects than Jenny was, and with good reason. She had a beautiful figure and a lovely set of small, pert breasts.
“Why don’t you have a go at what I was doing, sweetie?” El suggested, giving Carla a little tap on the butt and encouraging her closer to the table.
Carla nodded, then silently clambered on, not looking at Jenny or making eye contact, or saying a word to her.
She just ducked her head down between her best friend’s legs and began licking, as if they were lovers, not friends, as if they’d been doing this for years.
Jenny moaned and reached down with one hand, pushing it into Carla’s silky soft hair.
Dr Henley helped and encouraged them both by taking hold of Carla’s legs and lifting them up onto the table, manipulating her body round so that Jenny could get at her easier. At least, that’s what Jenny thought.
As she leaned up to get her tongue in the action; Dr Henley tutted and shook her head.
“Not yet. Not until I’ve had a go.” And with that, she leaned in and ducked her head in between Carla’s legs, her long tongue probing and pushing and darting up and down.
Carla writhed and wriggled around, moaning in pleasure and pushing herself down on the doctor’s tongue, while continuing to do her best to give pleasure to Jenny.
For a while, the two of them stayed like that, then Dr Henley pulled back and allowed Jenny to take over the licking.
El stood up and then pulled over a chair, sitting down on it and spreading her legs apart, taking out a vibrator from one of the drawers and turning it on, applying it to her clit while she watched the two friends going at it.
“I want you to make each other cum,” she ordered. “Then you’re going to both make me cum.”
The hum of the vibrator, the sloppy lapping of tongues and the stifled, muffled moans from Jenny and Carla filled the room, until the doctor reached out and pressed the little buzzer on the wall again.
A moment later, the door opened and Nurse Lisa popped her head around the door, smirking as she saw what was going on.
Carla and Jenny both stopped what they were doing, their head’s lifting up and eyes widening in panic, cheeks flushed, embarrassed about having apparently been caught out.
“Carry on, carry on,” El waved a dismissive hand at them. “And do come in Lisa, and shut the door behind you.”
Lisa did as she was told, and Jenny couldn’t help but notice she had her phone out.
Much to her surprise – and further embarrassment – she raised it in the air and began to take some pictures of the three of them, with Dr Henley scooting her chair closer to make sure she was in the frame, smiling for the camera.
Carla and Jenny stared a moment.
“It’s alright, sweeties, just a few pictures for my own private collection. Nurse Lisa here helps me with it, don’t you, babes?” She winked at Nurse Lisa, who smiled and winked back. “She’ll get her turn after you two have gone. Sometimes I let her join in but…not today, I don’t think. I’ve got quite the handful already with the two of you.”
“Maybe next time,” suggested Lisa hopefully, raising an eyebrow at the doctor.
“Yes, maybe next time,” El agreed, reaching out and running her hand over Carla’s smooth, warm butt. “I’m sure these two girls would love to come back for another visit.” She raised her hand and brought it down onto Carla’s ass cheek, giving her a light slap.
“Ah!” Carla cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Now do as you’re told girls and get licking.”
Carla nodded and ducked her head obediently, getting back to work.
Jenny gave a moan and pushed herself up into Carla’s mouth, before leaning up and returning to her task too, nudging the tip of her tongue inside Carla’s hole before flicking it back up again and running it flat over her clit.
Concentrating on the pleasure she was giving to Carla kept her from thinking too much about what Carla was doing to her, but that could only last for so long.
She wasn’t exactly sure how many minutes the whole experience had lasted, but eventually, the sensations that were emanating from her clit and deep inside her whenever Carla delved her tongue up became too overbearing and she could hold out no longer.
Jenny’s moans grew louder and more insistent as she felt her orgasm build up.
Nurse Lisa leaned over and snapped some more pictures, and Dr Henley removed the vibrator from her clit, leaning in to watch intently.
“That’s it…that’s it…just let go,” she encouraged Jenny, leaning over and stroking her hair, then diving in with her tongue and helping Jenny lick at Carla’s pussy, the two tongues going at it for the final few seconds and sending both girls well over the edge.
Jenny felt her vision blurring out a moment, everything going black, then white, then hazy round the edges, her whole body taken over with the power of the climax.
She let out a string of moans and gasps until her throat felt sore, and she was sure Carla did the same, as she felt more of her best friend’s juices squirting into her mouth and running down her throat. She lapped at them eagerly and swallowed them all down, then the two of them pulled away from each other, panting and shuddering, before slowly sitting up.
“On your knees,” El instructed with a smile, not wasting any time or allowing them to have much rest.
Carla smirked and did as she was told immediately, dropping to her knees in front of the hot MILF doctor and straight away getting her head between her legs, eager to lap up more pussy juice.
Lisa leant in close and took some pictures, then pushed one hand down her pants and began to touch herself while she watched.
Jenny, whose legs felt extremely shaky and weak after all that, slowly got to her knees next to Carla.
Dr Henley spread her legs wider to accommodate them both, and Jenny went cheek to cheek with Carla, the two of them getting in there with their tongues and licking at El where they could.
Sometimes their tongues would clash for space and dominance, other times they would take it in turns, one of them pausing and allowing their aching jaws a break while the other took over.
El gave Nurse Lisa a little nod, and she stopped taking pictures, instead getting on her hands and knees behind the two girls and, using one hand each, began to finger them both, her long, slim fingers slipping easily inside, causing them both to jolt in pleasure and release some more moans.
The young nurse was very determined to get them both off again, and it wasn’t long before they were enjoying their second orgasm, pushing back into Lisa’s hands and whining as their tongues continued clashing and lapping at Dr Henley.
It was at that point the doctor allowed herself to let go too, having exercised a great deal of self control previously, enjoying taking pleasure and satisfaction in the pleasure of others.
Now though, with the two girls’ tongues persistent and hungry, she finally came, tossing her head back and pushing both hands into Jenny and Carla’s hair, holding their heads still while more of her liquids escaped into their eager mouths.
And then, it was all over.<
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Lisa pulled back her fingers and stood up, taking a couple of baby wipes and cleaning her hands.
El slowly released her grasp on Carla and Jenny, then wheeled her chair back away from them and stood up too, starting to get dressed without saying a word, just a soft chuckle and a look of satisfaction and triumph shot in their direction.
The two girls were thoroughly spent and exhausted by their experience, as well as still slightly shocked it had even happened in the first place.
Carla stood up first, then offered out her hand to help Jenny up, before the pair of them began to get dressed.
“Well?” Dr Henley eventually spoke up, as they were all nearly fully clothed again. “That wasn’t a bad examination, was it?”
Jenny was speechless.
Carla giggled. “I did wonder what you were up to in here with the curtain closed.”
“Let me give you that prescription now, Jenny,” said the doctor, whisking back the curtain and going over to her desk to print it off and sign it, as if nothing had happened.
Jenny sat down to put her shoes on. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“For what?” Dr Henley looked over and raised an eyebrow. “The prescription or the thoroughly good sex session?”
Jenny blushed and pushed back some of her hair. “I guess, uh…both?”
“That’s my good girl,” the doctor smiled, handing her the prescription.
Jenny took it and put it in her pocket, glancing at Carla and blushing. “Shall we uh…”
“Oh yes, you can go now,” said Dr Henley, walking them over to the door. “And uh…I’d prefer it if you didn’t tell anyone about this little thing we had. That way…we can do it again sometime, can’t we? And no one gets harmed by it.”
“Your secret’s safe with us, don’t worry, Dr,” giggled Carla, linking her arm into Jenny’s.
“Uh yes…definitely,” added Jenny, still a bit mesmerized and shaken by everything that had occurred.
“Bye girls, see you soon,” called Nurse Lisa as they walked out, giving them both a wave, the phone still in her hand with all the pictures on.
Carla tugged Jenny out of the doctor’s surgery and back outside into the early evening sunshine, the temperature still warm and pleasant even as the sun began to settle low in the sky.
“Oh my God,” squealed Carla, squeezing Jenny to her side.
“Oh my God,” Jenny repeated, putting one hand over her mouth in shock and giggling, her cheeks all flushed. “I can’t believe that.”
“That was crazy!”
“Did that just happen?”
“She was such a hot doctor!”
“I know!”
“She can examine me anytime!”
All the way home, the two of them couldn’t stop giggling and gushing about their experience, talking about how gorgeous Dr Henley was, and just how amazed they were that it actually happened.
“They must do that kind of stuff all the time,” said Carla, still talking about it once they were back at home and eating their dinner.
“Her and the nurse?” Jenny looked up from her meal.
Carla nodded. “They’ve got like, a little arrangement going on, haven’t they?”
“Mmhm, looks that way,” agreed Jenny. “Lisa watches the door and makes sure no one goes in while Dr Henley is…doing her stuff.”
“And then in return, Lisa sometimes gets to join in, and they must have threesomes and stuff like that.”
“Yeah, or Dr Henley pleasures Lisa after the patient’s had their turn.”
“That’s hot, isn’t it?” giggled Carla, clearly very excited about all of this. “Are we gonna go again?”
Jenny rolled her eyes and carried on eating.
“I mean, I should probably go have a check up, right?”
“Yeah, I guess you probably should,” chuckled Jenny. “We should arrange that sometime.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 17
Chapter One
I sat there stirring in my seat looking at the text message and wondering if I was ever going to send it. It was essentially a Dear John letter to Adam. He was a wonderful man, but we just didn’t seem to click like we should have. The sex was good, but it didn’t have that necessary component of making my toes curl. I didn’t think anybody could, but I was damned and determined to kiss my fair share of frogs.
“I’ve seen the look on your face before, Rachel. Adam is just one of many and I told you he wasn’t good enough for you. I don’t make the mistake of sugar coating or dancing around the subject. I’m one to talk and my love life isn’t exactly something to write home about. I told you about her disinterest and how she has become something of a dead fish in the sack.” Baxter was my best friend and I never could understand the reason why women looked at him like he was the second coming.
We had been there for each other through thick and thin. I was his best woman at his wedding even though I felt this pang of jealousy at him being happy. I didn’t like Michelle, but I tried to hold back my suspicions.
“Sex is only a small component in a relationship but a pivotal one. You have to decide what is right for you. Nobody can tell you what to do. I’ll always stand by you no matter what kind of decisions you make in your life. It doesn’t matter if I understand them or even agree with them.” I was trying my best to keep the subject of debate on him, but I knew better than to break his train of thought.
“Changing the subject is not going to do you any good. I know you better than I know myself. You always try to deflect to avoid talking about things. It’s like pulling teeth to get you to open up. Girls are the first that want to talk about their feelings, but you have the mentality of a man.” He was taking me up to his latest property acquisition. I was always good for a second opinion when it came to renovations and décor.
My partner Tina and I had been in business for almost 10 years with hardly any advertising. Word of mouth spread quickly and we had very little time to ourselves. It was probably one of the other contentions in any relationship I found myself in. My business was my baby and I treated her with the respect of one.
“I don’t want to talk about Adam. We’ve been drifting apart and I was hoping to make it work the second time around.” Adam was stuck in his ways and teaching an old dog new tricks wasn’t easy.
“You’re fooling yourself if you think that she can…I mean…he can change.” He had a slip of the tongue.
“It’s a woman’s prerogative to want to take something with potential and turn it into something worth a damn. I have my degree in life. I’ve always had an eye for detail. I know the trends like the back of my hand. It’s the reason why you asked for my assistance on one of my very rare day offs.” I heard the crack of thunder in the distance and there was talk about a storm skirting the area.
“You can’t treat a man like a seventies cottage lost in time. It’s all about commitment and whether or not you want to put in the hard work. Don’t kid yourself and it’s not always the man that needs to take a step back. In my case, my life would be a lot simpler without my wife feeling this need to step out on me.” This was the first that I had heard about her cheating and I couldn’t exactly allow that to slip under the radar.
“Do you have any concrete proof or is this just some kind of suspicion? I know how you get and sometimes paranoia can get the best of you.” I gave him the opening and over a plate of steak and eggs, he was about to unload the burden on his shoulders.
“It’s not just the late night dinners with colleagues or how she comes in stinking drunk and reeking of alcohol. I found her panties out in the yard the other day stuffed in the bushes. She claimed they weren’t hers, but I saw the look of a deer in the headlights when I confronted her.” The proof was daunting, but it wasn’t like he had caught her with the smoking gun of someone underneath her.
“I could ask around and I doubt that it would take very much for somebody to confi
rm what you feel you already know.” I had a wide array of friends and if I put out the word then the net would find a way around the suspects’ throat.
“I forget sometimes that you consider yourself judge, jury, and executioner. You’re the only one I know of all of my friends that can be vindictive enough to take extreme action. Friendship is something you take seriously and you feel responsible for protecting us from ourselves.” He was older by 10 years, but I learned over the years that age was just a number.
I lost my virginity when I was 16 to an older man. He was a friend of the family and I found comfort in his arms when he found me crying over a boy. I didn’t even remember the boy’s name. I had been shedding a tear over a crush.
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